Chapter 18

Gina Rossi Bennett’s almond-shaped dark eyes fluttered open, her body aching from the relentless fucking that had consumed the previous evening and night. The luxurious beachfront bungalow’s ocean-view deck let in a soft morning breeze, carrying the scent of salt and the distant crash of waves. Her thirty-six-year-old frame, surgically enhanced with Double-E breast implants, pressed against the silk sheets, her olive skin still flushed from the marathon of depravity. Beside her, her best friend Lacey Carver, thirty-two, giggled softly in her sleep, her platinum blonde extensions splayed across the pillow, her own nearly-identical implants rising with each breath. Dane Carver, their sixteen-year-old fuckmaster, sprawled between them, his six-foot-three, two-hundred-sixty-five-pound physique radiating heat, his eleven-inch cock already half-hard even in rest. Gina’s pussy throbbed at the sight, a mix of fear and arousal knotting her gut as she recalled his brutal dominance.

The room service cart, wheeled in moments ago by a blushing young server, groaned under the weight of a sumptuous breakfast: golden pancakes dripping with maple syrup, crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, fresh tropical fruit, and steaming coffee. The opulent spread clashed with the gritty reality of Gina’s submission, her mind flickering to her husband, Charles, back in Brentwood, oblivious to her betrayal. She pushed the thought away, her gaze darting to Dane as he stirred, his predatory green eyes locking onto her with a smirk that made her pussy clench.

“Morning, sluts,” Dane growled, his voice thick with lust as he sat up, his chiseled abs flexing. “Get your asses up and eat. We’ve got shit to do today.”

Lacey squealed, bouncing out of bed, her curvaceous five-foot-five frame jiggling as she pranced to the cart, her wide blue eyes sparkling with ditzy delight. “Oh my God, Big Daddy, this looks so yummy!” she chirped, piling her plate with pancakes and fruit, her vacant charm radiating. Gina followed more hesitantly, her hourglass figure swaying in the morning light, her jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders. She served herself a modest portion, her paranoia spiking at the thought of being recognized, her life unraveling if anyone saw her here, debased by a sixteen-year-old.

They settled at the glass dining table, Dane at the head, his massive frame dwarfing the chair. He shoveled bacon into his mouth, his gaze raking over their naked bodies, lingering on their fake tits. “You two are gonna make me a fuckton of cash,” he said, his tone casual but edged with command. “You’re starting Instagram accounts today. I’m monetizing your hotness. Influencer shit. Brands will pay big for sluts like you.”

Lacey clapped her hands, her tits bouncing. “Oh, that sounds so fun, baby! I love posing!” She grabbed her phone, already tapping at the screen with manicured nails. “What’s my handle gonna be?”

Dane leaned back, smirking. “You’re @DiamondDollLacey. We’ll keep it sexy but PG-13 for now. We’ll push the limits later.” He turned to Gina, his eyes narrowing. “You’re @EmeraldSlutGina. Same deal. Set it up.”

Gina’s heart sank, her fork clattering against her plate. “Dane, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What if someone sees me? Charles’s colleagues, or—or someone from Brentwood? They’ll know it’s me. I can’t—”

The crack of Dane’s hand across her face silenced her, the sting blooming hot on her cheek. “Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told!” he roared, his rage flaring. Gina flinched, tears welling as he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. “You think I give a shit about your whining? You’re my fucking slut, and you’ll do what I fucking say, or I’ll beat your ass raw!”

Lacey froze, her fork halfway to her mouth, but said nothing, her ditzy smile faltering. Gina’s breath hitched, terror flooding her as Dane’s big hand loomed. He struck her again, a brutal slap that snapped her head sideways, then another, his snarls filling the room. “Set up the fucking account, Gina! Now!”

Sobbing, Gina fumbled for her phone, her hands shaking as she opened Instagram. Her cheek throbbed, her pussy traitorously wet despite the fear. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she babbled, typing frantically. “I’ll do it, I swear.” She created @EmeraldSlutGina, her fingers trembling as she followed Dane’s instructions, her mind spiraling. It’s my fault, she thought, berating herself for her disobedience. If I’d just obeyed, he wouldn’t have hit me. I made him angry.

Dane leaned back, his rage subsiding as he watched her comply. “That’s better,” he muttered. “You’ve gotta learn, Gina. I wouldn’t lose my temper if you’d just fucking listen.” He shoveled more eggs into his mouth, his tone softening but still laced with menace. “Now go get dressed.”

Gina’s eyes flicked to him, desperate to appease. “Can I—can I suck you off, baby, please? To show I’m sorry?” Her voice cracked, her shame burning as she offered herself.

Dane snorted, waving her off. “No time now, slut. Go get dressed. Both of you.”

Lacey, already back to her ditzy blonde self, grabbed Gina’s hand, pulling her toward the bungalow’s luxurious bathroom. “Come on, Gina, it’s gonna be so hot!” she chirped, oblivious to Gina’s trembling. The bathroom gleamed with marble and gold fixtures, a massive mirror reflecting their naked forms. Dane had laid out their outfits: slutty string sequined thong bikinis—white for Lacey, green for Gina—paired with matching stripper heels, six-inch platforms that screamed sex. Lacey slipped into her white bikini, the sequins catching the light, her spherical, obviously-fake tits barely contained by the tiny triangles, her thong disappearing between her ass cheeks. She twirled, giggling. “Oh my God, I look like a total porn star!”

Gina hesitated, her fingers brushing the green bikini. The sequins shimmered, the fabric swatches of the bra so thin they’d barely cover her nipples, the thong designed to expose her ass. Her stomach churned, but Dane’s violence echoed in her mind, and she dressed quickly, the fabric clinging to her hourglass figure, her fake tits spilling over the edges. The green heels made her legs look endless, but every step felt like a surrender. She glanced in the mirror, her olive skin glowing, her jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her humiliated face. I’m his fuckdoll, she thought, her pussy pulsing despite her fear.

They emerged from the bathroom, Lacey strutting confidently, Gina trailing nervously. Dane’s growl of approval sent a shiver through Gina. “Fuck, you two look hot,” he rumbled, his cock hardening in his shorts. “Every cock on this beach is gonna be rock-hard for you sluts.” He grabbed a high-end professional camera from his bag, his eyes gleaming. “Out to the patio. We’re shooting sexy pics for your accounts.”

The oceanfront patio behind the bungalow stretched wide, its teak furniture and potted palms framing the turquoise sea. The morning sun warmed their skin as Dane positioned them on the deck, his commands sharp. “Show off those bodies. Tits out, asses up. Make it fucking hot.” Lacey dove into it, striking poses with a ditzy grin, her hands cupping her tits, her hips swaying as she danced for the camera. Gina moved stiffly, her fear of Dane’s wrath pushing her to obey. She arched her back, thrusting her chest forward, her sequined bikini glinting as she forced a smile.

“Loosen up, Gina,” Dane snapped, adjusting the lens. “You look like a scared bitch. Dance like Lacey. Make me fucking proud.”

Gina swallowed, her heart racing as she mimicked Lacey’s moves, swaying her hips, running her hands over her tits. Her fear morphed into a desperate need to please, her body responding to the violent teenage stud’s commands despite her mind’s protests. Dane’s lens clicked, capturing every angle, his grunts of approval fueling her arousal.

For Lacey’s first solo shot, Dane had her lean against the patio railing, her white sequined bikini sparkling in the sun. She arched her back, her Double-E tits thrust forward, one hand sliding down her flat stomach to rest near her thong, her platinum hair cascading over one shoulder. Her wide blue eyes smoldered, her lips parted in a sultry pout. Dane growled in approval and posted it to @DiamondDollLacey with the caption: “Ready to shine bright like a diamond on this Miami beach! Who’s loving this vibe? #DiamondDoll #MiamiHeat”

Her second solo shot was more brazen. Lacey knelt on a cushioned lounge chair, her ass popped out, the thong vanishing between her cheeks. She glanced over her shoulder, her tongue teasing her lips, her tits nearly spilling from the bikini top. The ocean sparkled behind her, framing her like a porn star. The caption read: “Catching waves and turning heads! Join my sparkle squad! #DiamondDollLacey #BeachBabe”

Gina’s first solo shot was torture. Dane positioned her standing, one leg bent, her green sequined bikini clinging to her curves. At his instruction, she pushed her enormous Double-E fake tits together, her hands trembling as she forced a seductive smile, her jet-black hair whipping in the breeze. The sun highlighted her olive skin, her heels making her legs look endless. Dane’s caption for @EmeraldSlutGina read: “Emerald fire burning up Miami! Ready to make you sweat! #EmeraldSlut #MiamiVibes”

Her second shot pushed her limits. Dane had her lie on her side on a lounge chair, one hand propping her head, the other resting on her hip, her thong bikini exposing her ass. She arched her back, her tits nearly bursting from the top, her dark eyes smoldering with coerced arousal. The caption taunted: “Green with envy? Come get lost in my emerald glow! #EmeraldSlutGina #BeachSiren”

For their first joint shot, Dane posed them back-to-back, arms crossed under their tits, pushing their spherical implants skyward. Lacey’s white bikini and Gina’s green one contrasted against the ocean, their stripper heels elongating their legs. Lacey grinned, her ditzy charm radiant, while Gina’s smile was tight, her fear barely masked. The caption, posted to both accounts, read: “Diamond and Emerald, Miami’s hottest duo! Double trouble, double fun! #DiamondDollLacey #EmeraldSlutGina”

The second joint shot was pure provocation. Dane had them face each other, hands on each other’s hips, their tits pressed together, sequins glinting. Lacey giggled, her tongue flicking out playfully, while Gina’s eyes darted nervously, her body tense. Their heels clicked on the patio as they swayed, their thongs leaving little to the imagination. The caption crowed: “Besties burning up the beach! Who’s ready for our Miami takeover? #DiamondDollLacey #EmeraldSlutGina #HotSquad”

Dane lowered the camera, his cock straining against his shorts. “Fucking perfect,” he growled, stepping closer. “You sluts are gonna blow up. Brands will be begging to pay for your tits and asses.” He grabbed Lacey’s ass, squeezing hard, then smacked Gina’s, making her yelp. “Keep this up, and you’ll be my cash cows.”

Lacey squealed, wrapping her arms around Dane’s neck. “Oh, Big Daddy, this is so exciting! I’m gonna be, like, totally famous!” She kissed his cheek, her tits pressing against his chest.

Gina stood frozen, her cheek still stinging from his slaps, her pussy wet despite her terror. She forced a nod, her voice small. “Yeah, Dane. It’s ... it’s great.” Her eyes flicked to the ocean, praying no one from Brentwood would see her posts, her life crumbling under the teenage stud’s abusive control.

Dane smirked, his hand sliding between Gina’s thighs, rubbing her clit through the thong. “That’s my good slut,” he murmured, his fingers teasing her soaking pussy. “Keep obeying, and I won’t have to beat your ass again.” He pulled away, leaving her trembling, and grabbed his phone. “Now let’s get these posts live. Time to make you bitches famous.”

As the posts went up, notifications pinged, likes and comments flooding in. Lacey squealed, scrolling through her account, while Gina stared at her phone, her heart pounding. Each like felt like a noose tightening, but Dane’s looming presence kept her silent, her body betraying her with every pulse of arousal. The Miami sun climbed higher, the day stretching ahead, filled with Dane’s plans to mold them into his perfect, profitable fuckdolls.

Gina’s heart thudded as Dane pocketed his phone, the Instagram notifications still chiming with likes and comments on their provocative posts. Her green sequined thong bikini clung to her sweat-slicked olive skin, the Double-E implants straining against the flimsy triangles, her jet-black hair whipping in the Miami breeze. Lacey bounced beside her, her white bikini sparkling, her platinum extensions swaying as she scrolled through @DiamondDollLacey, squealing at the attention. Dane’s predatory green eyes raked over them, his eleven-inch cock tenting his shorts. “Enough of this patio shit,” he growled, tossing the stripper heels aside. “Get your asses on the beach. I want you frolicking in the sand and waves. Make it sexy.”

Lacey clapped, her tits jiggling. “Oh, Big Daddy, that’s gonna be so fun!” She pranced toward the bungalow’s steps, her curvaceous five-foot-five frame radiating ditzy enthusiasm. Gina hesitated, her dark eyes scanning the crowded beach beyond—families, couples, groups of college kids. Her stomach knotted at the thought of being recognized, her life as Charles Bennett’s trophy wife imploding. Dane’s glare burned into her, his earlier slaps still stinging her cheek. Swallowing hard, she followed Lacey, her hourglass figure swaying, the thong exposing her ass with every step.

The sand scorched Gina’s bare feet, the midday sun blazing as they reached the shoreline. Lacey squealed, kicking up sand, her hands cupping her fake tits as she spun, her wide blue eyes sparkling. “This is, like, totally paradise!” she chirped, splashing into the shallow waves, her bikini top nearly slipping. Gina forced a smile, her movements stiff as she waded in, the cool water lapping at her thighs. Her gaze darted nervously to the beachgoers—men leering, women whispering, phones raised to snap photos. Please, let no one know me, she prayed, her pussy traitorously pulsing at the exposure.

Dane hefted his professional camera, his chiseled abs flexing. “Play it up, sluts,” he barked. “Frolic like you’re begging for cock.” Lacey giggled, tossing her hair, bending forward to splash water on her tits, the sequins glinting. Gina mimicked her, bending at the waist, her ass thrust out, water dripping down her cleavage. Her fear of Dane’s wrath pushed her to obey, her body moving mechanically as she splashed and swayed, her smile tight.

For Lacey’s solo shot, Dane had her kneel in the surf, waves lapping at her thighs. She arched her back, her white bikini top barely containing her Double-E tits, her hands braced in the sand, ass popped out. Her platinum hair clung wetly to her shoulders, her lips parted in a sultry pout as she gazed at the camera. The caption on @DiamondDollLacey read: “Soaking up the Miami sun and loving every second! Who’s ready to dive in with me? #DiamondDoll #BeachBabe”