West Valley High Day

Pablo brought out two of the boat's life jackets and told each girl to place them around their necks and buckle them. Susan and Kylie did as they were told. Pablo brought out some heavy chains and padlocks and put a chain around each girl's wrists and locked them tightly behind their backs. He did the same with their ankles and then laid them on the ground and locked their ankles to their wrists behind their backs. With Javier's help, the boys tossed each girl overboard so they were bobbing in the surf. The water was not deep here near the mooring but with their wrists and ankles chained together, the girls could not touch the ocean floor.

Pablo dove off the boat and grabbed each of the girls and pushed them deeper into the ocean where the waves lifted them up and down, pulling them closer to shore and then back out. Finally he grabbed them both and began pulling them towards the beach. When they reached the shore, he unlocked the girls' ankles from their wrists and attached a short chain between their ankles to hobble them and then he and marched them up onto the beach near a small shack where Javier was offloading supplies from the boat.

The girls stood around nervously looking at each other as Pablo helped unload the rest of the supplies. When the boys were done with that, Javier went to a small shed and returned with a pair of shovels. He unlocked the girls' wrists and removed the life vests before locking a short chain to their wrists in front of them. He told them to start digging a hole. The girls looked at each other and then the serious look on Javier's face and the leather belt in his hand and picked up the shovels and started digging. The sun was hot and the two nude women were soon glistening with sweat as they began digging a hole in the soft sand.

Pablo retrieved two beers from the coolers and the boys cracked open their cold drinks as they watched the two nude women to keep digging. With the heavy chains on their wrists, they both tired quickly and the sand got harder as they dug deeper but when they saw the leather belt in Javier's hand, they found the strength to keep shoveling out the sand.

When Javier was finally satisfied the hole was deep enough, he unlocked the short chains from Susan's ankles and wrists but kept the chains around her limbs. He lifted her by the waist and lowered her into the hole. He told her to squat so her bare butt and back were against the back of the hole. She was scared but remembered what the boy had said on the boat about not being allowed to hurt her.

The boy told Kylie to begin filling in the hole. Susan felt a soft pile of sand against her knees. She dumped more sand into the hole and Susan collapsed onto her knees under the weight of the sand. Kylie kept throwing shovelfuls of sand into the hole and soon Susan's knees were covered. The sand kept coming and the girl was soon buried up to her chest. Javier urged Kylie on with a slap of the belt against her bare ass and soon Susan's breasts were covered.. The sand thankfully was fine and dry but Susan was already finding it more difficult to breath. Kylie kept piling in the sand at Javier's orders and soon the sand passed her shoulders and Susan was buried in the hole up to her chin.

The girl could not move and her breathing was labored. She felt like 100 pounds were sitting on her chest. Javier peeled off his swimsuit and dropped to his knees in front of her, his half erection close to her face. He stroked himself for a few minutes to get fully erect and then shoved his cock into Susan's mouth. She tried to twist her head away. Her breathing, already difficult, was further labored by her airway being plugged by the boy's penis. He slowly rubbed the tip in and out, with his hands on the side of her head guiding her lips along his shaft.

As he became further aroused, he pushed himself deeper into Susan's mouth, gagging her before sliding back out and giving her some air. He repeated his strokes several times before finally ejaculating in her mouth. She swallowed the sticky liquid as Javier held his cock between her lips. He pulled away, leaving a small white strand dangling from her mouth as she tried to take as deep a breath as she could.

Kylie and Pablo were smiling, sitting on the cool sand drinking beer. Javier grabbed two more beers from the cooler. He opened one and took a long drink and then opened the other and poured it out on Susan's head, soaking her. He snapped his fingers and Pablo grabbed Kylie's arm. "Your turn, bitch," he said, and pulled the woman to her feet. She thought he meant it was her turn to suck him off, but he had worse things in mind.

He dragged the girl towards the surf and told her to lie down on her back just a few feet from the water's edge, Javier approached with the bottle of tequila and some long poles and a hammer. Kylie started to sit up before Pablo climbed on top of her and pinned her arms to the sand. Javier opened the bottle and knelt beside her, placing his knee on her left arm. With one hand, he pinched her nose while Pablo forced her mouth open. He dropped two pills into her mouth and then began pouring the tequila down her throat. She choked as the liquid burned her esophagus but the men were too strong and soon the entire fifth was emptied into her stomach. Her vision was blurry. She had no idea what they had drugged her with, but whatever was, mixed with the alcohol, soon had her forgetting where she was and what was happening.

What was happening was Javier was padlocking her wrists and ankles to the four long metal stakes, which he hammered into the sand, stretching the woman's limbs wide apart. Now it was Pablo's turn to be satisfied and he was quick to remove his swim trunks and force himself into the nearly passed-out young woman. Kylie was vaguely aware of the young man currently thrusting his cock inside her, but there was nothing she could do about it, even if she was capable of trying.

Pablo finished and Javier took his turn. Susan could barely see what they were doing to Kylie but she herself had no way to move to provide any help, not that she was sure she would. The surf was starting to pick up as Javier ejaculated inside Kylie. Susan could see the skies darkening to the west. The boys headed back towards Susan and the coolers they had placed in a small cabana. The surf had now reached Kylie's head and it would not be long before the tide would come in enough to cover her head.

There was static coming from a small radio. The boys were talking in rapid Spanish as they finished their beers. Javier came out of the cabana and headed to the boat while Pablo gathered the shovels and the cooler and put them in the cabana. He approached Susan. "Sorry, chica. We have to get the boat out to sea. Big storm is coming in and we can't leave it docked."

Susan said in a panicked voice, "You can't leave us here to drown! Remember what Torres said!" She still had no idea who that was but hoped it would mean something. Pablo looked at Javier getting the boat ready to go and ran back to the cabana and grabbed a shovel. He quickly dug out the sand from around Susan's shoulders and upper body.

"Best I can do. Gotta go. Be back when we can."

Susan wriggled as the boy ran to the dock. She managed to get her right arm free and began pushing the sand away to free the other arm as she heard the motor start. A large crack of lightning appeared in the west and the wind was picking up. She reached for the shovel and used the metal part to dig away more sand as the boat moved away from the dock as rain started to fall. She was glad for her cheerleader training and strong legs as she squatted in the hole and lifted up with her arms. The sand settled and she tried again, finally able to get to a full squat. One more push and she was able to get to her feet and lift herself out of the hole.

She looked at the cabana as the lightning intensified and then at Kylie. Water would crash over the girl's face and the recede. Susan let out a heavy sigh and sprinted to the water's edge. She rocked the metal stakes holding Kylie's limbs as the rain came down harder. She finally was able to pull each them out of the sand and sat Kylie up. The girl was passed out and unresponsive. Susan pulled Kylie's arm over her shoulder and half-dragged, half-carried her across the sand to the cabana, the poles dragging behind her padlocked wrists and ankles.

Once inside the cabana, she dropped Kylie's body onto a lounger and began unfastening the cloth curtains on the open side of the structure. She pulled them tight and tied them together as the storm intensified, then collapsed onto the other lounger. The cooler the guys had brought onshore was next to her and she opened it to find sandwiches and water and beer. She looked over at Kylie still passed out on the lounger and grabbed a sandwich and a beer and listened as the thunder rolled and the wind whipped the canvas tent.

The storm raged for several hours and Susan helped herself to another sandwich and beer and a bottle of water. As the wind died down, she knew she needed to find a bathroom so she slipped out of the cabana and surveyed her surroundings. She didn't see anything that looked like restroom facilities so she walked away from the cabana to the hole she had been trapped in, which was now filled with water. She squatted down and urinated next to the hole.

On her way back to the cabana, she spotted a small wooden structure, and saw it was waterproof and filled with dry towels. She grabbed a stack of the towels and carried them back to the cabana. She checked to see that Kylie was still breathing and laid several towels over her. The loungers were not very comfortable so Susan laid two towels down in the soft sand and lay down on top of them, covering herself with several more towels to try to get some sleep.