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Chapter 29 – Uncivilized Behavior
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Copyright 2004
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I was rudely awakened from a deep sleep when someone grabbed my ankles and yanked them apart then pounced on me attempting to work his penis into my cunt as he grabbed both my wrists in his hand. I groaned as the head of his cock bludgeoned my slit. Oh Jesus, I thought where the hell am I? I had a flashback to my college days. I'd passed out at some frat party and pulled a train of fifteen Sigma Chi and three lesbians from the Tri Delta sorority. They had it all on video and were loading it on one of the computer lab servers so the entire campus would know that Rozz was a slut willing to bang everyone on campus. No, couldn't be. I'd graduated and went on to bigger and better gangbangs. Plus I'd learned to stay awake and not miss all the fun.
"What the fuck," I cried disoriented and not fully conscious. My pussy felt sore as a boil and in no shape for a pounding. The fact that it was pitch black and I couldn't see my attacker added to my confusion.
I recalled that an unknown number of hours before I'd taken ten good ones right on the twat. Those had sent me dancing in the air shrieking my agony to the gulls circling overhead. That was after twenty lashes on my fore and aft. My rapist's weight added to my own was grinding the raised whelps on my backside against the rough wooden planks of the William Blunt. I also recalled being gang raped on deck in all three orifices for the amusement of the locals. There are times when even I am not ready to be screwed.
"Hey, stop it," I yelled into the pith black. Mr. X was one handing his pecker between my labia forcing his way into my love tunnel. Ordinarily I would have welcomed his attack but he took me by surprise plus I was stiff as a board from sleeping on the wooden deck.
"Shut up. You said I could fuck you," said Carl whose voice I immediately recognized as the one attempting to force his peter into my very sore and dry vagina.
"What are you doing, Carl?" said Daddy Samuel inches from my ear. My left leg was still chained to his right but somehow Carl had undone the leg irons that held us together. My right leg was free.
"Fucking her, she said I could have a fuck," said Carl.
"Later, I'm too sore," I whined then followed that with a loud groan as Carl's dick found my entrance at last and slid painfully home. Every dry inch it traveled hurt like hell. A good son would have eaten his step mom's pussy first to get it wet before he rammed it in. Children today have no manners.
"She said it was all right?" questioned Sam obviously receptive to the idea. That was a shocker. What happened to those promises to respect my widow's weeds? Maybe the fact that I was naked and helpless changed that.
"Oh fuck she's tight," said Carl as he bottomed out inside me.
Fortunately my Bartholin glands had begun to respond and my pussy was getting over its initially negative reaction to an unexpected intruder.
"Are you okay with this, Rozz?" asked Sam.
"You son's already got his cock in my pussy? What's your point?" I replied adjusting my position to be more comfortable.
"You can have her Dad when I'm through," said Carl starting to pump me. "She's a hot piece of ass for a step mom."
Bowing to a fait accompli I signaled my willingness by wrapping my free leg around his butt and on his next down stroke pulling Carl to me as I humped upward. "She's fucking back, Dad. What a slut," said my stepson correctly appraising my true nature.
"Just trying to be a good mom to my boy," I said pushing my quickly lubricating cunt up off the deck to meet his downward thrust. My cunt was enjoying the rape even if I wasn't.
Carl let go of my hands and I put them around his shoulders and drew him down for a long wet kiss. I reached out and put a finger in his butt crack and pushed on his brown eye to rev his engine.
"Oh shit, yeah, Rozz, finger my ass," moaned my stepson who I had decided to show the difference between a fuck and a good fuck. I felt a hand that didn't belong to Carl land on the tit on Sam's side.
"As long as you don't object, I guess it's okay under the circumstances," said Sam working his hand over my boob fingering my nipple.
"I'm a little sore but you two can fuck me," I whispered realizing it wasn't every day you got to screw both father and son. You have to take advantage of these situations when they occur.
"See dad, I knew she was a slut the first time I saw her. Stick your cock in her mouth while I fuck her pussy," suggested Carl to his Dad.
I did a memory search and determined this was my second dad and lad fuck. I'd screwed Trace and General Donaldson on multiple family get togethers. It's not a common form of father and son bonding but I suspect a very powerful one when it does occur. How many boys would like to be able to say they'd shared a piece of pussy with their dad?
"My leg is chained to hers," said Sam indicating he was willing but unable.
"Just unscrew the bolt, it'll come off," said Carl.
It was then that I realized that sexual activity was starting up all around me. You could hear the sounds of whispered protests, moans, sobs, and the occasional slap followed by a cry of pain as the males attacked the females.
"Don't daddy," said a young girl's voice inches from my head. I recalled there was a man, wife, and teenage daughter family unit in that direction. That morning we had chatted briefly with them while we were waiting to be called on deck. The girl looked to be the same age as Monique. When we climbed down to the lower deck, it was they that made some room for us against the bulkhead. The top of my head was touching the wife's hip.
"Warren, leave Lucinda alone," whispered the owner of the hip. I felt her move then I heard a loud slap.
"Get the fuck off me, Margaret," said the man angrily.
Margaret burst into tears.
"She's your daughter, Warren. It's not right."
"You say one more word and I'll beat the shit out of you," hissed Warren. "Don't ruin this for me. Lucinda's all right with it, aren't you sweetheart?"
"Be careful daddy, I'm sore," whispered Lucinda.
"Just lay still Lucinda. Daddy will be finished in a minute," said Margaret.
"Stick your finger in my butt and give me some ass play, Margaret," said Warren.
The top of my head felt Margaret make a slight shift in position.
"Wet your goddamn fingers first, you stupid bitch," said Warren. "How does Daddy's little girl like having his big cock in her cunt?"
"It feels good, Daddy," said Lucinda punctuating her remark with a little moan.
This is crazy I thought. What the hell is happening? At that point, Sam finished removing our connecting leg irons.
"Suck it, Rozz," said Sam after he maneuvered into position to put his peter against my lips.
"Warren, there's a man trying to put his mouth on my pussy," said Margaret. That had to be Sam. Since his cock was in my mouth his head was between Margaret's legs and he was taking advantage of the situation. I heard a foot above my head the unmistakable sounds of a man-eating pussy.
"Well, spread your legs and enjoy it," said Warren. "Just act like the cunt you really are."
"I don't even know who he is," said Margaret.
"Just take a deep breath, close your eyes and enjoy getting your rug munched. There's nothing I can do about it," said Warren.
There were roughly eighty of us crammed naked into the ship's hold. We're in their assholes to elbow. We'd all been whipped and raped even the men. It must have still been night because you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The only lights were a couple of dim night-lights illuminating the plastic buckets that comprised our toilet facilities. Somehow this group of well-educated academics and families had woke up and spontaneously decided that the rules on sexual intercourse especially those dealing with incest had been repealed.
Oedipus was definitely Rex as sons climbed on their mothers and gave them the high hard one. After some preliminary objections, the moms decided there was nothing to do but enjoy it.
"Duane, get off me," said a nearby mother realizing that the son she had carried in her womb for nine months was attempting to stick his cock into the chamber from which he had emerged.
"Mom, You're beautiful. I want you," said Duane.
"Where's your father?"
"He crawled off toward the front," said Duane.
"Why, where did he go?"
"You know the little redhead? The one he thought was so cute."
"Yes, her father teaches economics at Dartmouth."
"Yeah I guess. Anyway he said he was going to screw her."
"She's still in high school."
"So am I Mom. Now open your legs," said Duane.
"Oh God this isn't right."
"This trip was your idea."
"I know but I never expected anything like this to happen."
"You got such great tits, Mom. I love to suck them just like when I was a baby and you were breast feeding me."
"This is so wrong."
"Then why are you so wet?"
"I don't know."
"After I cum the first time, I want you to suck my dick then we can do it again."
"All right Duane."
I could hear Margaret starting to moan and I decided to give Sam assistance. I reached up over my head and felt my way toward Margaret's sphincter. Sam was busy licking her cunt and fingering her vagina. I stuck two fingers in Margaret's juicy hole to get them wet then slipped my forefinger up her ass to my second knuckle. Margaret reached an orgasm after two minutes of my finger work. Based on the noise she made, the strong contractions of her fuck muscles and the contortions she made, I'd have to say that Margaret had her world rocked. As Margaret experienced a very deep and prolonged orgasm, Sam filled my mouth with jism and Carl sprayed my other hole. I considered that a highly satisfactory conclusion.
Carl rolled off me to catch his breath.
"Did what happen that I think happened?" whispered Sandra in my ear awkwardly expressing herself.
"You brother just fucked me and I gave your dad a blowjob."
"At the same time?" asked Sandra.
"Yes."
"Cool, this place is wild."
"Yes, it's definitely out of control," I said leaning over to tongue kiss Sandra.
'"Are you into girls?" asked Sandra leaning down to kiss my breasts.
"I'm bi-sexual."
"That's cool. So am I."
"Is Monique bi?"
"I've never done anything with a girl," said Monique answering my question herself. I hadn't realized she was awake.
"I didn't know you were awake," I said leaning over Sandra to kiss Monique. Monique pressed her lips against mine and we kissed. Obviously her answer did not mean she lack the will just the experience.
Sandra's hungry little mouth was working on my nipples. Sam and Carl had crawled off looking for other prey. Around us you could hear the sounds of people having intercourse indiscriminately. I felt like I was breathing sex. The air was warm and humid. The smell of pussy and cock filled the confined space. Just inhaling made me horny.
"Rozz, can you get this off my ankle?" asked Monique interrupting my kisses.
Obviously our slaver masters wanted us to be able to remove the leg irons. I figured it out in a few minutes and the girls were free.
"Thanks, that was so uncomfortable," said Monique as soon as I got the damn thing off.
"Where's Daddy?" asked Sandra.
"He and Carl went looking for more pussy."
"Mother would die if she knew what was happening," said Sandra. "I wonder if Carl would have fucked Mother if she hadn't broken her ankle."
"Damn right he would have. She'll be jealous that I got to fuck Carl not her," I said. "Maybe when you get back to Boston you can talk her into screwing Carl."
"I heard that girl Lucinda getting fucked by her daddy," said Monique.
"You want your Daddy to fuck you, Monique?" I asked working on her tiny nipples. Sandra's tongue was trailing down my button headed for my clit.
"I'm not sure, maybe," responded Monique.
"Let's the three of us do a daisy chain," I suggested reaching down to rub Monique's clit. She was wet.
"Sure, why not? Everybody else is doing something. I just wish Daddy were here," said Monique indicating an eagerness to let Sam fuck her.
In the midst of eighty writhing bodies intent on violating the incest taboo, my two 'let's pretend' step daughters and I got down to some serious rug munching. We switched at least twice so we got to sample both girls. I was a little surprised by how the girls were not bothered by the fact that there was one fresh and half dozen aged batches of semen in my vagina. Sandra and Monique both smelled like they had been working in a miner's brothel on payday. No one was being too fastidious about putting their mouth on a pussy that was a long way from fresh. I reveled in working my tongue into their fuck holes and licking out the goodies. The two young misses greedily returned the favor.
"Is that Carl's?" asked Sandra pulling her mouth off my hole.
"Yes, that's your brothers," I replied.
"Did Daddy cum in you too?" asked Monique.
I'd decided that as soon as Sam got back and if he had any lead left in his pencil, he'd have to screw Monique. She needed some attention from her daddy.
"Daddy ejaculated in my mouth. I sucked his cock while Carl fucked me," I said.
"Wow, that must have been great," said Monique whose sweet little fuck hole I was working. I was occasionally switching to her asshole that caused her to moan like a French whore trying to impress her customer. I instructed my two charges in the finer points of ass play. I was a little surprised at their lack of squeamishness. Most thirteen and fourteen year old girls aren't eager to stick their fingers in a shit hole but these two didn't raise any objections.
It wasn't long before the three of us had very satisfactory orgasms. Around us things seemed to be settling down a little. I cuddled up between my two girls hoping to get some more sleep. Sam and Carl had not returned.
I was just about to doze off when once again, I felt hands grabbing my ankles and pulling them apart. I looked up and saw three large forms in front of us
"These are the three, Carl told us about," said a young man's voice.
"I got the mom," said the boy with his hands on my ankles.
"I got the fat one. Why do I have to fuck the blimp?" said the one who was spreading Sandra's legs.
"Rozz, what's happening?" whined Sandra.
"The Barlow triplets are about to fuck your fat ass. I'm Billy. Tom's the one who's going to put the meat to that slut of a mother of yours and Steve's got your little sister."
I remembered that one family had three oversized sons. The father was a healthy six-footer and Mom was only a few inches shorter. There were three boys, obviously triplets and an older sister. The boys looked like three linemen for a Division I college football team. Someone had mentioned they were only fourteen and still growing.
"Let us suck your cocks first," I offered.
"Good idea, slut," said Tom grabbing the back of my head and pulling it to his crotch.
"No," whined Monique. I had no idea why she was objecting. I heard a loud slap and Monique started to cry.
"Suck it bitch or I'll twist your nipple off," said Steve.
"Choke on it, fatso," said Billy. I heard the sound of Sandra gagging and choking. I had Tom's fat cock in my throat but I had the experience to handle it.
"I can't breathe," whined Sandra when Billy let her up for air. I could feel Monique struggling to breathe beside me.
"Breathe through your nose," I whispered when I came up for air. I immediately felt a huge hand land on the side of my face. It was a vicious open palm slap that covered the entire side of my face. I saw stars.
"Shut up bitch, we'll give the orders around here," said Tom who reached down and grabbed my nipples in his giant fingers and attempted to twist them off. I whimpered in pain as he crushed and rotated my buds as he pulled them so hard I thought he was going to rip them off.
Those three sadists were turning me on. I always pictured that Trace and I would have sons like these. We talked about having three or four big strapping boys. Trace was 6'3". I'm 5'10". The Barlow triplets could have been ours. I would have been so proud. I pictured myself consoling young girls they would beat up and rape. One of my fantasies was to be sitting on the couch holding a sobbing naked blonde cheerleader with two black eyes and split lips telling my about how my boys stripped her naked in front of her friends then fucked her in all three orifices while she begged them to stop.
"Is that as hard as you can hit? Any dickless wimp can hit harder than you," I said.
Immediately an even harder slap landed on my other cheek. This one really rang my bell. I tasted blood in my mouth.
"Harder, asshole," I yelled.
This time I really saw stars when his huge hand impacted my cheek. In spite of the loud ringing in my ears I heard two more slaps followed by the cries of Sandra and Monique. The Barlow triplets slapped the three of us around for several minutes then they bent us double and rammed their cocks in us.
"Bite out tits," I yelled. My knees were right beside my ears. I had over two hundred pounds of man-child lying on me pounding his cock in me with intent to fuck me to death. Tom's teeth were chewing my already sore nipples. He was biting down hard. I was sobbing but still begging for pain. Monique and Sandra's cries added to the bedlam. Over the remainder of my fantasy slavery vacation I got to witness the Barlow triplets working on other women and the occasional man. It was always the same a good beating followed by a brutal rape in all three orifices. Since the three switched off all three boys fucked us. For the finale they put us on all fours and entered us anally. That occasioned a vicious spanking that made me bite down on my fist to control the pain. It was light enough to see a little and through the gloom I was able to make out several of our fellow travelers masturbating while they watched the triplets brutalize and rape us. The woman named Margaret and her daughter were inches away working their clits as we three screamed and pleaded in response to slaps, spanks, and some of the meanest hand nipple torture I had ever been subjected to.
Finally they dumped their loads in our butts and I was left to comfort my sobbing and terrified stepdaughters as they crawled away laughing. Carl and Sam returned in a few minutes somewhat the worst for wear. It seams they had happened on the Barlow mother and daughter while the dad and the triplets were off screwing elsewhere. When the Barlow males returned they took exception to the fact that Sam was screwing the daughter and Carl was butt fucking Mom. Apparently Mom Barlow and Sis had not objected but the daddy and the boys took exception.
As a result, Sam and Carl had been forced to suck Daddy Barlow's cock while Tom, Steve, and Billy sodomised them. Sam and Carl had offered the triplets we three in recompense. They had stayed with the Barlows fucking father, mother, and daughter while the three boy worked on us. That seemed fair I suppose. I gathered Sam was just as happy sucking dick as eating pussy.
As I lay there with cum seeping out of my asshole, I gave some thought to the night's events. As I said before I first planned to be a psychiatric nurse before switching to OR. I'd taken a full load of abnormal psychology courses in college. Civilization was according to my professor only a millimeter deep. In terms of time, man's existence as a near ape was a thousand years compared to a few seconds of civilization. If you take man out of his comfortable habitat and brutalize him, he can say to hell with civilization and revert to ape like behavior. One of my professors had pointed out that the other primates and the various ape species ranging from the chimpanzee to the gorilla don't think twice about screwing their mother or sister.
Down in the small crowded hold of the William Blunt, eighty well-educate genteel while folk proved how tenuous civilization is.
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