Torture The Widow

Chapter 28 – Dockside

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I was standing on the wharf among a passel of white bread tourists wondering if the General has lost his mind. We were watching a seventeenth century sailing ship glide into the small harbor. It was an impressive sight all those billowing sails like something out of a romance novel. The crowd looked like what you'd find at one of those all-inclusive resorts that caters to families with teen-agers. I felt very out of place. My 'let's pretend' family hadn't shown up yet. Outside of myself, there wasn't a single familial unit that didn't consist of man, woman, and one or more offspring in the thirteen and up range.

Everyone got excited when the ship appeared. Cameras and camcorders came out of cases and they jockeyed for the best shot of the large vessel sailing up to the dock. Sailing ships made me think of pirates and thoughts of pirates lead me to images of innocent female passengers being brutally raped by savage corsairs as their men folk looked helplessly on. Cut it out Rozz I told myself. These people need to think you're straight not some edge player in the S&M world.

I was on a small Caribbean Island an hour's flight by seaplane from Nevis. I didn't know the name of the island or even if it had one. The General had arranged for me to have an extra two weeks leave from the Army. He'd also set up my latest excursion. Just as my stay in Nevis was ending, I got a call on my cell phone.

"Rozz, General Donaldson here," he said when I answered. I was in bed with some girl friends, several bottles of champagne and a supply of the excellent locally grown marijuana. Karen, Vivian and I had just finished eating each other to a climax in a daisy chain. Vivian and Karen were donning strap on cocks to fuck me silly.

"Hello General, it's been a wonderful trip. Thank you so much for everything," I said keeping my breath steady as Karen positioned the latex head against my backdoor. It's not easy to maintain a calm voice when nine inches of latex is passing through your rectum.

"That's great Rozz. Listen, I need you to check something out for me. An old Army buddy of mine has created a fantasy cruise that is most unusual. I'd like you to experience it and report your findings to me personally," said the General.

"I'd love to help you out but I am scheduled to return to Kuwait tomorrow," I said.

"All taken care of. You have been granted an extra two weeks leave," said the General.

"You are so kind. What's this fantasy cruise all about?" I said spreading my legs wider so Vivian could insert the faux dick in my vagina.

"It's called the Slavery Reality Cruise. It's a very true to life reenactment of life on a slave ship and working plantation. I don't have time to go into details. This is the second year he's been operating and he wants me to invest in his company so he can expand."

"Who would go on such a cruise?" I asked wondering if I understood the General correctly.

"White people who have a guilty conscience about slavery. As unlikely as it seems he has a waiting list. He normally takes only families with teenagers but we caught a break."

"How so?"

"A Boston family the Witherows, signed up and paid the $25,000 then came up short a mother. She broke her leg in a home accident tripped over the family dog on the way down stairs. You're going to take her place," said the General. "You are now Rozz Witherow, wife of Samuel or Sam as he likes to be called.

"And the real wife is all right with that?" I said once again struggling to keep my voice even as I felt those two columns of simulated man meat travel deep inside me rubbing together as they traversed my body cavities.

"Yes, they're college professors which means they are stupid and naïve as they come. Apparently she trusts her husband. Foolish woman. And he sends his assurances to you that he will act like a gentleman at all times."

"You mean he is not going to fuck me?" I asked playfully reaching down to work my clit.

"Well that's what he says but do what you want with him. Screw his brains out for all I care."

"You said only families. Are there children?"

"Yes, three, Monique is thirteen, Sandra fourteen and Carl fifteen. Don't fuck all four of them the first night," laughed the General.

"Aren't I a little young to have three teenage children?" I said.

"You're a second wife and their stepmother. You certainly beautiful enough to qualify as a trophy wife."

"All right. There must be more to this than you are telling me." Vivian chose that moment to bit the end of my nipple hard. It took every ounce of control not to scream.

"My buddy, retired General Alonzo McBride has a terrific sense of humor and total contempt for white liberals of the Eastern establishment. Alonzo is black as ace of spades by the way. I told him to give you his personal attention. His customers sign up for something that is historically accurate and he gives it to them. They think its educational and it is but they learn their history lesson the hard way," said the General.

"So they are really treated as slaves?" I said. God Vivian was savagely tearing at my other nipple with her teeth. This was torture. It was wonderful.

"Damn straight, he delivers on his promise of an experience that they will never forget. I won't tell you more. It would spoil the fun," said the General.

"How does he keep from being sued or arrested?" I asked. I was fully impaled in both holes. A light sheen of sweat covered my body. Karen handed me a glass that contained a mixture of pee provided by the three of us. I took a swallow then handed the glass to Vivian who drank her share. Karen polished off the glass. I retained some of the urine in my mouth to savor as I settled down for the going away fucking that the two women had promised me.

"He's incorporated in a tiny Caribbean country that wouldn't even consider a lawsuit against Alonzo. His family was from there and the governor is his cousin. Half the island's population works for him," said the General.

My flight had gotten me there early. I checked in at the registration table and received a badge identifying me as, 'Rosalind Witherow'. A half hour later I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to meet my new family.

Sam Witherow certainly looked the part of a college professor. He resembled one of the characters from the movie, Revenge of the Nerds, except all grown up. He had a slight paunch and thinning hair. I'd say average height and looks. My pussy did not get wet when I contemplated fucking him for the next two weeks. But the prospect of sex with his three children did.

There was no better way to describe Monique other than to say she was gorgeous, as beautiful a young girl as you would ever meet. She reminded me of the Breck shampoo girl. Wearing a pair of shorts, belly shirt and flip flops she had my mouth watering. She was the very picture of innocent girlhood. I figured she would look different by the time the trip was over.

Sandra was pretty too but a little overweight, mainly around her middle. She had black curly hair and a decent set of tits. She had large lips that I pictured wrapped around my clit. Given the girl's ages, the idea that they were virgins and that their step mom would need to train them sexually crossed my mind.

Carl also looked interesting. He was taller than his dad, a strong athletic looking man-child that I would enjoy training. He was wearing a Red Sox cap and shirt and looked and acted like a typical teenager. I planned to introduce him to another sport called rug munching if he hadn't tried it already.

Introductions over, Sam's first official act was to take a group shot of the four of us with his new digital Nikon. He asked another traveler to take a shot of the five of us. He told me that he planned at the first opportunity to email the pictures to Kay. Kay was the real wife laid up back in Boston. Maybe I would look Kay up the next time I was in Beantown and tell her how much I enjoyed fucking her family.

The three kids did not look at all thrilled to be on this weird vacation with their dad and his make-believe wife. Carl, the son looked me over carefully. You could almost see wheels in his head turning as he considered the probability of our winding up in bed together. The two girls were polite and distant. I'd expected that. The idea of a 'let's pretend' stepmother was not welcome in their world. Having a real mom is a pain in the ass when you're a teenage girl. Who needs a fake one?

"I really appreciate your helping us out," said Sam. "The payment is non refundable and I didn't buy trip insurance."

"Glad to do it," I said. "I'm very interested in the history of slavery and this is a great opportunity to learn."

"I understand you are a recent widow," said Sam seriously.

"Yes, a little over a month ago, I lost my husband. He was a soldier killed in action."

"Well, we'll try to be understanding and respect your need to grieve. Won't we kids?" said Sam.

"The kids made some perfunctory agreement, sort of a "yeah dad, whatever you say?"

The dock slowly filled up with those who had signed on for the slavery reality experience. They all seemed in such high spirits. I doubted that they had any idea what to expect. I queried Sam.

"What exactly is supposed to happen?" I asked.

"A realistic enactment of what it was like to be a slave is what their WEB site promises," said Sam. "They don't advertise but the word of mouth is that it's well worth the money. I'm really here on a grant from the Pew Trust. $25,000 is way beyond the means of a college professor with three children to raise. The foundation was kind enough to fund my application."

"Weren't slaves treated poorly?" I asked wondering who was making positive comments about what I expected was a pretty horrible experience for a normal person. Normal in this case meaning someone unlike me.

"Yes, they were. They will demonstrate all that to us. We get to see and experience what it was like to be a slave on a voyage to the new world. Of course, we will be much better treated than slaves actually were. There's a gourmet chef aboard the William Blunt," said Sam

"William Blunt?"

"That's the name of the ship. It's an exact replica of the actual William Blunt that made over fifty voyages bringing slaves to Southern plantations to pick cotton. Boston investors funded its construction and it returned a handsome profit. Several of Boston's Braham family fortunes originated in the slave trade, something their descendants don't like to call attention to these days," said Sam pointing to the ship that was finally docking.

Sam launched into a mini-lecture about the William Blunt that included many important but ignorable statistics like the size of the ships' beam whatever the hell that was. The kid's eyes glazed over the instant their dad started his spiel. God, college professors are a drag. Sam informed me that his historical specialty was trade and commerce in the 1700 to 1900 period. He rattled off a list of books he'd written on the subject. I pictured myself mounting him and clamping my vagina over his face to shut him up.

William Blunt safely docked we were herded on board. I'd say there were twenty families, close to eighty individuals. When I looked around at the crew, I wanted to cream in my shorts. Big, cold black, hard muscled males with vicious looking whips were everywhere. They looked sullen and angry. I got the feeling that everyone except me thought it was an act.

As we waited in line to board, I gave some thought to the issue of how straights react when introduced unexpectedly to S&M. Most would hate it. Pain is not popular. But there would be a tiny minority that would discover a side to themselves they didn't know existed. Some of the teenagers especially would experience life-changing transformations that would forever alter their perceptions of their own sexuality. Pain sluts and dominants would emerge and return home looking for someone handy with a whip. Oh well, enough of philosophizing I decided as I stepped on board the slave ship eager to get on with matters.

The crew was eyeing the women like they were picking out whom they planned to fuck first. The whole scene was making me horny. I hoped I would watch Monique and Sandra get their cherries busted if they were still virgins. Monique for sure looked too immature to have spread her legs for a boy. Sandra being overweight may have given it up for the first boy who was nice to her. Girls who are carrying a few extra pounds often feel they have to put out to be noticed. Most of the time the boy notice enough to fuck them a few times then treat them like shit for their generosity. It's a cruel world for the overweight teenage girl.

As the William Blunt cast off everyone was taken below deck into a cabin that was too small for eighty people. We were jammed together. It was hot as hell and the air was bad.

"It's hot in here. I can't breathe," whined Carl. His readiness to complain at a little discomfort made me wonder how he would react when matters got much worse. It wouldn't be long before I found out.

"The crew is just showing us how it was to be a slave. They were kept in confined quarters," said Sam reassuringly.

We must not have sailed far before we heard the anchor drop. One of the crew called for the Albertson family to leave the cabin and report to the main deck. Two young girls, husband, and wife stepped forward immediately anxious to leave the cramped space. As soon as they left the door was locked and we were left alone. We all settled in to wait inside the stifling cabin. It was only a few minutes before we heard the crack of a whip and the sound of a woman screaming. From that emerged a staccato of whip cracks and human screams that went on for a while. That was followed by a brief period of silence and then you could hear people shouting. Damn I was missing all the fun.

"Part of the show," said one of the fathers looking a little worried.

There is nothing so pleasing to a masochist's ear than the crack of a whip followed by a gut-wrenching scream. Left to my own devices I would have dropped my linen shorts to the floor pushed the crotch of my panty aside and began masturbating. Judging from the noise, the crew had whipped the shit out of the Albertson's before raping them.

"Sounds real," said Monique looking scared.

"It's all an act, part of the realism we were promised. In Africa, the slaves were whipped as soon as they got on board the ship to make them fear the lash and obey the crew," said Sam.

Time passed as the crew called each family's name in alphabetical order. The Witherows were last. Tension grew as the pattern repeated itself. The Morrisons were the largest family with four girls and three boys and they also signaled we were half way through the alphabet.

"What the hell is going on up there?" said one of the wives when we started to hear the familiar pattern of the crack of a whip followed by a scream of pain. It sounded very much like the scream of a woman from New Jersey that Dorothy Morrison had informed us she was. She had a distinctive voice and her scream was the same.

"It's got to be some sort of an act to scare us," said one of the fathers.

"I hope we didn't pay $5000 each to get our butts whipped," said another of the men looking concerned.

"Of course not, it's an act, a ruse," said Sam. "Don't worry. I bet they're all on deck drinking champagne and laughing at us."

I managed to keep my mouth shut and not announce that Sam was an idiot and that they were in for the worst day of their life. I didn't want to spoil the surprise. Finally we were the only family left.

"We're next," said Carl stating the obvious after the Simmons were called.

"Being the Witherows we probably missed a lot of the fun," said Sandra.

"I hate being at the end of the alphabet," added Monique.

The Simmons had a single child, a daughter. So we had a short wait before the surly and menacing guard opened the door.

When we reached the main deck, we did not find the other passengers sipping champagne and ready to laugh with us at the big joke. In fact we couldn't see any other passengers. What we did find was what must have been the entire population of the island waiting for us. I saw that the William Blunt had sailed out in the middle of the small harbor and anchored. When I was able to glance over the side, I saw dozens of what must have been the local's boats tied up alongside the ship. Whatever was going to happen to us would serve as entertainment for the citizens. There must have been two hundred people there. Some had climbed into the ship's rigging to get a better view.

"Strip," said the man who appeared to be in charge. I later learned that he was the General's friend, Lieutenant General (Ret.) Alonzo McBride.

"What?" said Sam totally perplexed.

"Slaves were stripped as soon as they were brought on board," said Alonzo.

"You are correct about that. Hannibal Cordero at NYU has written extensively of the horrible ways that slaves were abused during their voyage to America," said Sam displaying his scholarship.

"Right, so off with the clothes. You'll get them back in two weeks," said Alonzo.

"This must be some kind of joke," said Sam. "These are minor children."

"Daddy, I want to leave," whined Sandra. I suppose the idea of being naked in front of several hundred strangers is not that appealing when you're overweight.

"We better do as he says," I said anxious to be exposed and vulnerable in front of such a large crowd of nasty looking folks. Exhibitionism is my biggest weakness. I pulled my top over my head exposing my braless breasts.

Carl and his father's eyes focused on my tits like they were lasers. Monique and Sandra were looking too. I was having a terrific time.

"Rozz, put your top back on," said Sam.

"You just earned double lashes by disobeying," said Alonzo. "Gregg, make our guests look like they had just boarded a slave ship."

A dozen of the crew stepped forward and grabbed us. I can't say anybody actually resisted physically. Monique and Sandra started crying and screaming as the men pulled their clothes off and threw them in a cloth bag marked, 'Witherow.' When I looked over at Sam as they pulled his Calvin Klein briefs off I was pleasantly surprised. There was a substantial pole hanging between his legs. Nerd professor or not, he was well endowed. Things are looking up Rozz I told myself. When it came to cock size, Carl's acorn did not fall far from Sam's tree. It was as large maybe larger. It would take some serious cock sucking research to determine who had the largest pecker but I was just the woman for the job.

Monique was even more mouth watering naked than clothed. The word 'Lolita' leaped to my mind. Like an idiot, Sandra, was using her hands to cover her breasts and cunt. It was a scene of shouts, screams, curses, and loud protests; but inside of two minutes the five of us were buck naked seated on the main hatch waiting for the next act. I wrapped my arms protectively around Monique and Sandra. Sam was threatening Alonzo with arrest for assault and promising to sue him for every thing he was worth. I decided to do a little research while Sam engaged in fruitless arguing that earned all of us additional lashes.

"Are you a virgin?" I whispered to Monique.

"Yes," she whispered back through terrified eyes.

"How about you Sandra?" I asked her sister.

"Yes, no, why are you asking," replied Sandra still doggedly covering her privates.

"They're going to rape us," I said looking around at the crew and spectators many of whom had exposed their cocks and were jerking off.

"Oh no, daddy, don't let them rape me," screamed Sandra getting even more upset.

"Missy, slave girls were always raped by the crew. These men have wait to rape you or it would not be historically accurate," said Alonzo matter of factly.

"Surely, you're not going to harm my daughters," said Sam incredulously. The fact that he had paid $5000 each to have his family raped was unexpected to say the least.

"Of course we are," said Alonzo. "But first you five have a session with the whip so you understand the importance of obeying the orders of the crew. Gregg, twenty lashes fore and aft for Mr. Witherow. If you had followed orders like a good slave, it would have only been five."

Muscular crewmen grabbed a struggling and much weaker Sam and attached ropes to his wrists and ankles. Sam was unceremoniously hoisted a foot off the deck. The ankle ropes were used to draw his legs apart. Given that we were the last family to be whipped the crew had it down to a science. They tightened the ropes to where Sam looked like a starfish hanging above deck. There is something about a male slave all trussed up with their cock dangling down and a terrified look in their eyes that is just so appealing. I would love to have sucked his dick while they whipped him but I had to stay there holding my two frightened charges.

Sam kept protesting loudly right until the moment that two crewmen armed with floggers started to work on his back and front. Then the protests turned to screams as the nine-stranded whip carved bright red stripes on his too-white skin.

"Leave my dad alone," screamed Carl hurling himself against the crewmen called Gregg who easily sidestepped Carl while at the same time landing a huge fist in the boy's midsection. Carl went down on the deck clutching his stomach and trying to figure out how he had lost all the air in his lungs so quickly. Gregg reached down and stuck his hand in the crack of Carl's ass.

"You got a nice tight ass, boy. You're going to love having my cock inside it. We're going to split you wide open," said Gregg working his finger in Carl's asshole as the boy writhed in pain.

I'd wondered if the crew's bag of tricks included sodomy. From somewhere I recalled that Winston Churchill once said that Nelson's British Navy worked on the basis of 'rum, the lash, and sodomy'. I could certainly imagine that on the long voyage from Africa certain members of the crew that were bent that way would sodomize attractive male slaves. Alonzo was obviously striving for authenticity on all counts.

Gregg held a squirming Carl down as he fingered his butthole. Two crewmen were busily wailing the shit out of his daddy and the two terrified females were clinging to their recently acquired stepmother like she was the most wonderful mother on earth. Sweet I told myself. The crewmember working on Sam's front applied the flogger to Sam's cock and balls. Gregg released Carl as the count reached twenty and they let Sam drop to the deck. His hands immediately clutched his package as he rolled around the deck obviously in a lot of pain. He was covered in bright red stripes and his nuts had started to swell.

I learned I was next when they grabbed me off the hatch and started tying off my ankles and wrists. In a blink I was hanging a foot off the deck stretched like a rubber band. The ropes put my legs in the kind of split that I used to do in high school when I was captain of the cheerleading squad and Coach Beamer screwed me on his desk after practice.

Alonzo approached as soon as I was suspended and stuck two fingers in my cunt and began finger fucking me. The fact that my cunt was soaked in Bartholin gland secretion was not lost on him. He did me the favor of taking his slime covered fingers out of my cunt and sticking them in my mouth to suck. There was a murmur of approval from the onlookers as I eagerly licked his fingers. Fingers clean he returned his hand to my pussy. His callused thumb worked my clit as the fingers thrust in my hole. I squeezed the muscles in my cunt together and had my first and much needed orgasm of the day.

"General Donaldson said you were a pig slut who like it rough," whispered Alonzo as he added a finger from his other hand and pulled my vagina open. He grabbed my labia and pulled it hard enough that I cried out. The crowd shouted their approval of his actions as I whimpered in pain

"I like it rough," I groaned as I clamped my cunt muscles down on his hand.

"I'll have Ben and Sampson whip you extra hard,' said Alonzo lifting my up by my cunt. I was squirming in pain as his fingers painfully pressed into my flesh.

I looked around at the crowd watching me being abused sexually. To me it was a thrilling experience. I made a mental note to thank the General in some special way for all he had done to help me get through my mourning period. Alonzo was appealing to the exhibitionist in me. Two hundred horny natives were watching their leader play with my twat like I was nothing but a fuck toy. I was in for two weeks of physical and sexual abuse plus the opportunity to witness others being treated in the same fashion. How could anything be better than that?

"Guys, light this slut up extra bright," said Alonzo stepping away from me.

A moment later the flogger landed on my back and I reacted with an ear splitting scream five seconds later a complementary blow ripped into my boobs. It was a nine-stranded flogger, a classic cat-of-nine. The tips of each strand had a Turks head knot that made the strand land with a final painful pop that sent my pain centers into overdrive.

I screamed my lungs out as someone counted to twenty. I was wild eyed, shrieking with drool spilling out my mouth after ten. At twenty I lost bladder control and pissed on the deck.

"Give her an extra five on the slit for making a mess," commanded Alonzo.

I took a total of ten blows aimed directly upward into my sex. When a Turk's head know collides with your clitoris, you learn the meaning of true pain. The kind you would sell your soul to Satan to avoid. I practically danced in the air as the extras landed. Then I was unceremoniously dumped on the deck and dragged by my hair over to the hatch to rejoin the other Witherows. Carl took my place. The four of us clung together as we watched the scion of the Witherows be whipped senseless. Carl also lost control of his bladder so he got an extra ten on his manhood. A sobbing groaning Carl crawled over to us when they were finished with him. I put my arm around him and reached down to put his hand on his bright red cock to comfort him. He wept on my breasts as he recovered. His boyish tears fell softly on my flesh inflaming my senses. His lips were practically on my nipples.

Alonzo's crew took a shrieking and struggling Sandra and hoisted her off the deck. I watched her face carefully as they went to work on her. It's more entertaining to watch a pudgy girl being whipped. There is so much movement of flesh and the whip marks are more vivid.

Half way through Sandra fainted. Alonzo stepped up, took a phial out of his pocket, opened it and waved it under her nose. She jerked awake. Alonzo worked a finger in her vagina causing her to squirm around. He then asked the same question I had.

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know," replied a sobbing Sandra. "Probably not. Please don't let them whip me anymore."

"You don't know," said Alonzo sticking his finger deeper in her vagina. "I don't' feel a cherry."

In these days when middle class mothers let their daughters borrow their dildo/vibrators when they're ten or eleven who has a hymen. Frankly I don't remember ever having one. Maybe I was born without. Or I broke it when I stuck the handle of my hairbrush in my cunt when I was nine. I was an early achiever when it came to sex.

"I drank some beer at a party and passed out in a spare bedroom. When I woke up, someone had undressed me. I think one of the boys took advantage of me but I'm not sure," cried Sandra tearfully. I thought it sort of an odd confession for that crowd but everyone listened politely.

Sandra wasn't the first girl who was unsure of her status. Getting drunk, passing out and getting fucked for the first time wasn't all that rare. I could name plenty of girls who weren't sure who had taken their cherry. Maybe it was better that way. Go to a party, drink until you pass out and let events take their course. No emotional attachment to some asshole you may never see again.

"In a very few minutes, you will know for certain that you are not a virgin," said Alonzo to the sobbing girl.

Sam was too far gone to pay attention to his eldest daughter's confession. He just lay there with his swollen cock in his hands eyes closed occasionally moaning. Carl was still curled up against me and I was holding his pecker in my hands that was showing signs of recovery. Monique was holding on to me for dear life.

Twenty reached they dropped a moaning Sandra then drug her back to me for comfort. She had the kind of fair skin that really showed a whip mark. She resembled a zebra.

"It'll be all right," I said kissing her on the lips.

"Are they going to rape us?" whispered Sandra.

"I'm afraid so, sweetheart. There's nothing you can do so just accept what comes," I said kissing her again this time brushing my tongue over her lips. I was almost out of control. Sandra gave me a look after that last kiss. I think she was getting on to me. Then she surprised me by holding her head up for another kiss. This time I pushed my tongue in a little further. Our make session was interrupted by Monique screams as they prepared her for twenty of the finest.

Monique resisting all the way took her sister's place. She was extremely flexible and they stretched her out to where her legs were almost parallel with the deck. I sat there totally enthralled as they whipped thirteen-year-old Monique. The blows were not as strong or the girl would have wound up in the ER. Alonzo had to revive her twice. He stuck his finger in her cunt and proclaimed to the crowd that she was a virgin at least for now. Monique released her bladder earning extra ten strokes to her cunt. I watched carefully in an attempt to retain a vivid image in my memory banks of that beautiful child being savagely whipped. My cunt was oozing by the time the untied the ropes and dropped her to the hard planks of the William Blunt.

The lashing phase of the Witherows introduction to slavery complete, the gang rape phase commenced. We had a short respite where we were given bottles of water to drink.

"Drink it or we'll hang you back up and whip you till dark," ordered Gregg. I suppose there was a concern about dehydration. I consumed a litter of water before Alonzo commanded us to get close together and on all fours. My hips were touching the person next to me on both sides. I suppose that is the best way to rape a family. Place them tightly together so they can see, feel, hear, and even smell the others being fucked. Would this tightly shared experience make them close? Did the family that gets raped together stay together? Would the wife back home always regret she wasn't there to share the experience of having forced intercourse with her children? I tried to think of anyone I knew who had been raped as a mother/daughter combination but couldn't recall anyone. I decided that what the Witherows were experiencing was pretty unique and they were damn lucky to be there. I noted that on the forward part of the ship was a crewman with a professional looking video camera mounted on a tripod. He was capturing everything that went on. I wondered whether Alonzo would give each of his guests a video record of their first day on the William Blunt. Reverie complete I returned to the present.

I looked over to see that Gregg had taken a position at Carl's rear. He was attempting to spit accurately on Carl's anus. Most boys experiment with sodomy at some time. I made a mental note to find out Carl's anal history when we were alone.

Alonzo was behind a protesting Monique getting her opened up. One of the whip artists was working his cock in my cunt and the other was parting Sandra's labia with his cock head. A very young and good-looking crewman was about to introduce Sam to slave sodomy no doubt the topic of his next scholarly publication.

None of the Witherows were making a fight of being screwed in public. They had been whipped into submission just like real slaves. Twenty lashes will shut you up and make you willing to do whatever the man with the whip says. Monique and Sandra were quietly sobbing at their fate. I suppose being gang raped on the wooden deck of a replica of a slave ship was not how they pictured their deflowering. They probably had something more romantic in mind. The fact that the crowd that had kept its distance was now crowded around us was not encouraging.

I looked over at Carl who didn't look happy at all at the prospect of having his man cunt fucked. Taking my position as stepmother seriously I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Just relax and breathe. You can fuck me later if you like," I said. Carl looked at me a little shocked then he smiled at me. He nodded that he understood what I said. Like any good mother I was giving him something positive to look forward to once his ordeal was over. At least I though that was what a good mother would do for her son. I once read that Japanese mothers who do not want their sons distracted by sexual thoughts or girls when they are studying for their make or break college entrance exams have sex with their sons to keep them focused on their studies. I would certainly do that for my son if I ever have one.

Monique cried out as Alonzo lunged into her. I didn't figure him for gentle and he wasn't. I sighed with pleasure as I felt a big one glide in my hole. I reached between my legs and started to work my clit. Sandra grunted in pain as the question of her virginity was resolved once and all.

"Oh shit, it hurts," groaned Sandra.

"Play with your clit and it will hurt less," I said to her. "Like this," I said reaching between her legs to rub her button.

She looked at me like I was from Venus then reality set in and she reached between her legs for her love button.

"Tickle your clit and it won't be that bad," she advised Monique who had turned out to be a grunter. She was making a lot of noise for a thirteen year old.

"What?" asked Monique in between grunts as Alonzo was hammering it home.

"Play with your pussy, stupid, Rozz and I are,' said Sandra.

Monique hesitated then reached back and started to play with herself.

"It does help," said Monique after a few minutes.

Carl exhaled loudly as Gregg invaded his rectum with a solid nine inches. My faux husband, Sam, surprised me by sounding a sigh of pleasure as he took it up the ass.

"Oh yeah, that's great," breathed the intellectual bi-sexual as he was being stroked. I looked over to see that he was jerking his cock with one hand.

It didn't take long for my partner to blow his load. He was replaced in half a second. Somebody shoved a cock in my face and I opened my mouth to take it in.

Sandra obviously knew how to suck cock because she opened her yap when somebody pressed his meat against her lips. A quick glance showed all five of us were getting it in both ends. Carl was showing some skill at cock sucking and even looked happy when he got to swallow a load. Carl was obviously more of a man of the world than I had thought.

We spent maybe an hour on all fours. At some point, I heard Alonzo say, "Butt fuck the bitches." The cock in my vagina was immediately relocated to my rectum.

"Never had your shit packed?' asked the man forcing his cock in the ass of a protesting Sandra who was arguing for a pussy fuck.

"It hurts, take it out, fuck my pussy," pleaded Sandra readily offering an alternative that would have been unthinkable two hours before.

Monique was squealing like a baby pig at whoever was forcing her rear passage. After a while, the two girls gave up the protests and let matters take their course. Monique even resumed her loud grunting.

Thirteen and fourteen is pretty young for anal. I didn't do anal until I was sixteen and that was after I had been sticking butt plugs up my ass for a year. Still, it hurt like hell when I persuaded my boyfriend to plow my shitter the first time.

Carl and his dad had been sodomised a half dozen times plus been forced to swallow an equal number of tasty ejaculates. In less than two hours, the Witherows had gotten an inordinate amount of sex. Later when they compared notes with other families, they discovered they were whipped and fucked more than anyone. All the others had received five lashes with the whip. The women had been raped only once. None had been raped anally. And only the youngest and handsomest of the males had been sodomised. Sam attributed our harsher treatment to the fact that we went last and were the finale. I attributed it to the fact that the General had asked Alonzo to take special care of me.

We were covered in jism when they finished with us. Cum was leaking out of our holes. We were ordered to consume another litter of water. Party over, everyone but the crew departed. A very heavy and uncomfortable leg iron was bolted around one leg chaining the five of us together. We were pushed down below to a dark fetid deck covered in filthy straw. It was only tall enough to sit upright in. You could barely see your hand in front of your face. There was a plastic bucket for a toilet.

It was packed with humanity. There was hardly enough room to sit down. The smell of unwashed bodies oozing semen was not pleasant. Being naked up against people you cannot see and don't know is an eerie feeling. Unknown hands felt my tits and butt as we Witherows sought enough space to sit down.

I was chained between Sam and Carl. We were so exhausted the five of us curled up together against a bulkhead and went sound asleep. My last memory was listening to the crew raise the anchor. Around me the rest of the guests were also sleeping in naked clumps just like regular slaves being transported to the plantations. Alonzo was certainly making it a very true to life experience.