Bared and Spread-eagled 5: The Crueler Colony

By Aphrodite Hunt

Humiliated and f***ed within an inch of my life, I run away from Team Lunar for the greener pastures of Team Sol on the other side of the colony. But then, I meet the Australian, Bernard, a master crueler than I have bargained for.

He intends to make me his 'pig', and subjects me to all kinds of speculative and very public acts, including a mysterious 'breakfast' club. Must and can I endure this?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aphrodite Hunt
• Release date: Jul 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386574729

Aphrodite Hunt

Aphrodite Hunt writes smut and can be frequently seen carressing herself under her skirt as she types with one hand on her computer. Sign up for her newsletter to receive two free books: http://eepurl.com/Aqujn

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright 2018 by Aphrodite Hunt

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1

Team Sol.

Even the name conjures images of naked red people dancing around a bonfire, possibly sacrificing something alive to the gods. And here I am, someone from Team Lunar, willingly going to them like a sacrificial lamb.

I guess I will always have the safe word. YELLOW. I can always use it if things get out of hand. And if that gangbang on the beach is anything to go by, things certainly got a lot out of hand.

I’m a pit of nerves as I approach the Team Sol wooden long house. I study the gleaming runes in the moonlight. The paintings and symbols appear like hex curses, as though Team Sol is a family of witches and sorcerers, and they would like to keep everyone else out.

Maybe they are witches. Maybe they are cultists. Maybe they are even devil worshippers, for all I know. What do I know about these people anyway, right? Bared and Spread-eagled Inc isn’t exactly listed publicly.

Maybe all this is a trap.

I can always go back to Team Lunar and eat humble pie. I can always grovel at Dolores’s feet and offer to lick her dirty pussy until it is all shiny and clean and smelling like vanilla ice cream.

I can also always go home.

At this, I lift my chin resolutely. I’m not a quitter. Never have been and never will start. Besides, I’m curious as hell to see Team Sol. I’ve only seen a glimpse of them. Are they as bad as I imagine them to be?

There’s only one way to find out.

2

But first things first.

I stink.

I stink to high heaven of semen and vaginal fluids and saliva and sweat and bodily oils. This is not how I want Team Sol to embrace me.

I shiver slightly in the wind. At night, the temperature has dropped ten degrees, and the seawater is likely to be cold.

But I have to do it anyway. I need