The Prince Beach Ch. 01: Chosen

What she wouldn't give to have someone touching her tits right now! Actually, there were a number of things she wouldn't. Eve was better than that. Not so for some of the other people on this beach. But wow, her girls really did need some attention. They ached and throbbed with her arousal, in desperate need of the touch of a pair of big, strong hands.

Eve's best friend, Ruth, had finally convinced her to tag along to the Prince Beach after months of begging. Ruth had been going since it opened for the season in May, but always asked Eve to go with her for, well, safety in numbers. Eve had resisted for so long since she didn't support the premise of Prince Beach whatsoever, but after Ruth's narrowly-missed encounter with four predatory frat boys the last time she was leaving the beach, Eve couldn't let her come alone again.

The Prince Beach. Prince Hakim Rahal's personal stretch of pristine sands and turquoise waters. Women and men of all kinds flocked to the beach every summer when it opened, regardless of age, nationality, or sexuality. It was the place to go if you were looking for the horniest people around.

As Prince Beach was Hakim's private property, anyone that set foot onto his sands also belonged to him while they remained within his jurisdiction. Hakim viewed visitors to his beach as his concubines, and would prowl the shoreline almost every day to make his choice from among the sunbathers and swimmers. The moment they crossed his property line, the beachgoers consented to the possibility of being chosen as Prince Rahal's fuck toy for the day. Hakim had every right to fulfill his desires however he wished. Nothing stopped his personal guards from doing the same, and it was well expected for them to do so after the Prince chose his own prize.

Eve had long scoffed at those who visited the beach to grovel and vie for the prince's attention. Even if that meant scoffing at her best friend.

But now that she was here, she could see why so many people came to this paradise. The waters were truly unmatched in beauty and clarity compared to all other beaches within miles of this place. Not only was the landscape beautiful, but also the ambiance was luxurious. Eve hadn't realized the pampering the prince provided to the people who were legally regarded as his concubines. Oiled and gleaming attendants wove among the ornate wicker sunbathing furniture laid out for the prince's guests, carrying cool trays of decadent fruit and chilled drinks. These waiters were so scantily-clad and muscled that even Eve was getting wet at the sight, despite how much she didn't want to. On principle, of course.

One of the male attendants had reached across her body to place a bowl of grapes on the side table next to her white wicker chair where she lounged in her full-body coverup. He pulled away and, just as his face was level with hers, their eyes locked and his wicked grin set her core ablaze and made her breasts grow heavy.

So she was now in desperate need of... intimate attention. She would have to make sure to secure alone time after Ruth was finally ready to leave these sun-drenched shores.

She shifted in her chair to try and shake the heavy veil of desire that had settled over her, but all she could focus on was the wet spot on her white bathing suit bottoms she could feel growing. Though she had intentionally chosen to conceal most of her body to differentiate herself from the beach visitors interested in Prince Rahal's affections, her face flushed with embarrassment at the thought of anyone finding out how much her pussy screamed to be slammed right now. Oh, to feel the nice stretch of a man's cock against the slick walls of her snatch.

"See, sugar! Isn't this fun!" Ruth exclaimed from where she sunbathed, facedown, on neighboring wicker furniture. Her voice was muffled by the towel beneath her. "Food, sunshine, eye candy! What more could a girl ask for? And I just can't think straight wondering where the prince is at this very moment!"

Ruth's southern belle twang made it all the more ironic that she was one of the people here hoping to be chosen by Hakim. Her voice didn't quite match the vision of the type of person who sought out the Prince Beach. It conjured images closer to innocence and naivety than debauchery and spread legs. "It's all very exciting, don't you think? I would give anything to have him pick me one day!"

"How many times have you come out here, Ruth? Twenty? And have you ever even seen him?" Eve asked. Her head lolled to the side, eyes closed, as she relished the sun on her face. Her book lay on her lap, forgotten.

She heard the telltale rustle of the towel. Eve cracked her eye open just enough to watch Ruth sit up on her elbows.

"Well, no," Ruth said as she stuck out her lower lip. Freckles dotted the plump flesh.

"Then what makes you think you'll see him today? And not only that, but that he would choose you, specifically, out of all of these people?" She waved her hand at the countless bodies around them, all practically naked, clean shaven, and ready to be ravaged by some royal cock.

Even as Eve asked this, she knew the answer. One look at Ruth said it all. Long locks of gleaming red hair, high cheek bones, and glowing tan skin from years of playing soccer put Ruth at the very top of the food chain of all the hopefuls at the Prince Beach today. Her legs were fully fleshed out from those years of running, long and bursting with strong curves of muscle along her calves. The golden skin of her back and shoulders stretched taut over her defined muscles, and water droplets from salt water and sweat glinted off her body. If anyone was going to be picked by Hakim, Ruth was one of them.

Not to say the least of Eve, though. She might not have possessed the same conventional beauty as her dear friend, but her body was equally as toned from her love of weightlifting and her habit of refusing to let the men in her life tell her what she couldn't do. She had always pushed herself physically, so that whenever a challenge arose, she would be able to defy expectations and do anything a man could do.

Her golden hair shimmered in waves down her shoulders, her milky skin rosy in just the right places. Full lips blushed under shimmering blue eyes on her heart-shaped face. What Eve lacked in long legs she made up for in curved hips and a sub-300 pound deadlift. The muscles of her biceps and thighs rippled as she leaned over to grab a grape from the side table that separated her chair from Ruth's.

Movement caught her eye just over Ruth's head. The grapes in her hand slipped from her fingers as she stared in shock at the scene unfolding behind her friend.

"What? What is it?" Ruth asked, turning her head this way and that over her shoulder to try and see what Eve gaped at.

An entourage of the strongest men Eve had ever seen sauntered across the sands in their direction. They were all shirtless, with only billowing cream pants to cover their ripped bodies. The sun fell gladly on their rich brown skin and the dark curls and beards that gleamed in the light.

The man leading the group was tall, and darker than the rest. His shoulders were massive and he walked with such intention that his steps proclaimed "I own this beach." It could only be the Prince. His brows lowered in a stormy, angry expression, he didn't look like someone ready to make sweet, passionate love to a lucky maiden of his choice. Eve was suddenly especially glad her whole body was covered up.

Murmurs stirred in the group's wake, men and women alike drooling after them, lust in their eyes. These were the men the beachgoers were after. The reason they came to this particular beach. Eve couldn't help but admire the many cocks now making tents in swimming trunks, and tits that suddenly found themselves outside the confines of their bathing suit tops. She squirmed in her seat, aware of her wetness again.

Ruth let out a short squeal when she finally caught sight of what Eve was looking at, and Eve could practically hear the blood that rushed to her friend's pussy in that moment. This was why Ruth came to the beach too. She quickly flipped off of her belly and onto her back, presumably so she could gawk without straining her neck. "It's him! It's finally him!"

"He won't pick you if you look so excited," Eve teased under her breath.

"Hush, darlin'!" Ruth admonished with a flap of her hand, not taking her eyes from her targets. "And he won't pick you if you look so glum!"

As the group drew closer, it became clear that the prince was in fighting spirits. He snapped at the man directly to his left, who had been pleading with him just moments before. They argued, but Eve couldn't make out what was said. Just as they were in range, the argument ended, and the prince shook his head in agitation, continuing to stomp forward in the sand. The man at his side settled into silence.

"Oh, here they come, here they come! What should I do?" Ruth flustered. She quickly switched between fluffing her hair, pinching both of her nipples, and spreading her legs just a little wider in her lounge chair.

"Now even I want to pounce on you, Ruthie," Eve whispered again, despite how close the group had come. They now wove between the chairs and loungers closest to the girls.

Eve and Ruth broke out into uncontrollable giggles, covering their mouths and working to hush their chortles.

The procession stopped abruptly in front of the two girls. Oops.

The prince's eyes roved greedily in open appraisal over the young bodies before him, argument seemingly forgotten. While Eve could easily see lust there, that primal gaze that said take take take, anger still lingered on his features in the set of his jaw, the slant of his brows.

Ruth's breasts were on full display for the notorious male, nipples now erect and visible through her bikini top from her efforts. A devious smile played on her lips, and you could tell she enjoyed every second his gaze feasted upon her. This was literally the moment she had been waiting for.

"And I wonder what's so funny?" The prince's honey-dipped voice wrapped around the two girls and squeezed their cores tight. His shadow stretched over them, pinning them in place.

"N--nothing, Your Highness!" Eve choked out. He was so tall.

"Wouldn't you like to know, darlin'," Ruth purred.

The girls glanced at each other. They had spoken at the same time. Did he think they had laughed at him? They certainly hadn't been as reverent as the rest of the crowd.

The prince only raised a brow. And took a step forward.

He crouched beside Ruth, close enough to feel the heat of her skin, and ran a hand through her ruby-red hair. Ruth held her breath, not daring to move. His fingers glided through her tresses, and her body released a shiver she couldn't control. He combed through her hair a second time and her eyes rolled back into her head. The crowd only watched.

Playing with the end of a strand, he asked her, "Did you come here for my cock?"

Ruth nodded her head so fast and enthusiastically Eve thought her neck might snap. A small whimper even escaped her throat.

He grabbed her chin in a hand. "How bad do you want it, baby?"

She looked like she was going to melt into her lounge chair. "So bad, my prince. So bad. My pussy is all yours. Please take it, do whatever you want with me," she pleaded.

His eyes grew hard. He released her chin with a flick and stood up quickly. Something about what Ruth had said must have displeased him. She fell back against her chair, her mouth hanging open and hurt in her eyes.

The prince turned his attention to Eve, as if suddenly noticing she was there. He took in her white linen cover up, following the fabric from the collar all the way down to where it stopped just above Eve's ankles.

The corner of his mouth gave the smallest twitch upward, and for a moment a wicked glint gleamed in his eyes.

"Get her up."

The hands of Hakim's meaty guards were instantly around Eve's arms, squishing her soft flesh in the tight grasp of their calloused fingers.

"What, no, stop that!" Eve exclaimed as they unceremoniously lifted her from her lounge chair. "You're hurting me!"

Before she knew what was happening, a swift swipe had her head whipping to the side, her shimmering golden hair shining in the sunlight with the movement. The prince had slapped her across the face.

Aghast and defiant, Eve righted her head and found Hakim inches from her nose, staring her down as she had never been looked at by another human being before in her life. His golden eyes bored into hers and some instinctive part of her shrank at the gaze of this predator in front of her, so close they shared breath.

She refused to be the first to blink. He cocked his head to the side, inquisitive, questioning, curious. Intrigued. Fascinated. Their eyes never broke contact.

Ever so slightly, he leaned still closer, and said in a soft voice, "I'll show you pain."

With that, he winked at her and broke into a grin.

"Hassan, teach her a lesson for me."

The man that had been arguing with the prince took a step forward. While just a fraction shorter than the prince, Hassan was built wide enough to have trouble fitting through most doorways. His black beard was neatly trimmed and gleamed in the sun. From the look Hassan gave Eve, it seemed like this command meant more to him than it did to the unwitting girls.

With gusto and a wicked leer, Hassan spun Eve around where she stood and slammed her over one of the nearby tables, forcing her to bend at the waist and capturing her arms behind her back. Her face pressing hard into the cold glass of the countertop, she squirmed and resisted the restraints being secured around both her elbows.

"What do you think you're doing! How dare you lay your hands on..." Eve's words were cut off as another member of Hakim's guards secured a cream muslin cloth around her mouth, and she slipped out one last angry screech.

Her considerable strength was not enough to shake the heavy weight of this absolute boulder of a guard. She bucked against his hand on her back and howled into her gag again, but to no avail. Out of breath and choking on her gag, all she could do was resign herself to submission until she found a more opportune moment for resistance.

Out of the corner of her eye, Eve saw the prince watch the entire exchange, and the sinking in her gut told her she probably wasn't going to like what was about to happen, if the prince was so enraptured with the scene before him.

Hassan, feeling her resistance cease, tied the final knot of her restraints where her arms were locked to her sides, secured at the elbows behind her back.

Eve felt so exposed in that moment. She was covered neck to ankle by her flowing beach gown, but every eye was on her and her predicament. Moments like this were the reason these horny crowds gathered at the Prince Beach. She knew every person within eyesight would be getting off on what was about to happen to her.

Thinking about her beach gown seemed to bring attention to it, because Hassan began to work to unveil Eve's form beneath it.

The prince came circling into Eve's full view, and leaned in close to her face again. That small part of her stilled once more, and she listened in horror at his next words.

"Why don't we cool you off a bit? You must be so hot under all those clothes," he whispered to her. His hand snaked along her back for the briefest of moments as he finished his sentence, and she shivered.

He turned to Hassan with heat.

"We don't have all day! You know what you should be doing!"

"Yes sir," Hassan replied, with a loyal bow to his master. But at the bottom of the bow, his jaw was set in a tight line.

Then Eve found herself having her coverup; her intentional, modest, unassuming coverup; cut completely off of her body in one swift motion, revealing the lithe form beneath. Someone out of sight tugged the ruined garment away. Hassan's hand still pressed firmly against the middle of her back to keep her from resisting.

"Well well well, what do we have here!" Hassan now directed his low words for Eve's ears only. She could hear the admiration in his voice. What must she have looked like in that moment? White bathing suit glowing in the glorious sun, just as it reflected off the ocean waves. Muscles displayed and ready from her brief struggle with the royal guard. Flushed with fight and with leftover desire, her cheeks and chest stained red.

She first felt his course skin against hers on her shoulder. He gently ran his hand from her neck to her shoulder, down from her shoulder to her upper arm, and back again. He switched the hand constraining her and did the same to her other shoulder. He squeezed the muscles of her back ever so slightly as this second hand found her neck again.

Despite the initial offense of Hassan bending her over a table and trapping her, despite her horror at her situation, Eve had to force herself to repress a groan of delight. She really must be touch-starved.

Hassan's hands were replaced with two new sets, one pair on each shoulder, holding her in place, as she felt the briefest of reliefs from Hassan's weight, but then he was back again and the two sets of hands released her.

Eve felt more skin than before pressed against the back of her body, the prickle of hair, rather than cloth, pressing against her legs. Hassan must have removed his guard's uniform, and was fully unclothed except for his underwear.

She let out a cry of rage which was only muffled by the cloth gag, and her nostrils flared as she began her resistance anew.

Hassan grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head off the table with such force that it brought tears to her eyes, and his full weight came crashing down on her as he pressed himself against her body. Her torso was pinned, along with her tied arms, but her back arched from where he pulled her hair, and his other hand came around to cup her throat menacingly. As if to say he could crush the air out of her at his very will.

His soft words came to her ears again. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

His breath tickled the sensitive skin of her neck and ear, and Eve once again became aware of the wet spot on her bikini bottoms. She groaned inwardly, wishing it away.

Now that Hassan was leaned over Eve's exquisite athlete's body, his hot skin pressed against every soft curve she had, he couldn't stop his dick from hardening fully.

Eve felt the shift, and as it grew, his member began to press right up against the little cove of her snatch formed from being bent over a table.

He rubbed against her mound with each shift of his weight, and her already-sensitive labia couldn't help but enjoy the attention.

Being controlled like this, completely pinned beneath the male above her, and feeling Hassan's cock pressed against her pussy, that wet spot between her legs spread even farther. Her clit and labia grew hot and Eve tried desperately to control herself and this unwanted desire.

She hadn't even wanted to come to the Prince Beach! She certainly hadn't wanted to be chosen by Hakim! And now, was she to bend so easily to the weak whims of her lusty body? Surely not. She hoped not.

Hassan pulled more on her luscious head of hair, lifting her further from the table, enjoying the shadows that contoured her neck with the new strain. She was half-upright, half-bent. Her pussy was fully seated against his rock-hard cock now. How big is this thing? No, she couldn't be wondering that!

Eve left out another growl of protest as the hand not tangled in her hair began to roam over the front of her body. Unlike what she expected, Hassan didn't reach straight for her tits. His fingertips touched just at the apex of her bikini bottoms, where he traced the line back and forth on her torso. His hand flattened out and traveled up her stomach in a slow, deliberate line. His touch was so light that goosebumps formed all over her body, and she felt her nipples harden. Hassan noticed, and let out a growl that sent heat to Eve's core.