Torture The Widow

Chapter 30 – Family Photos

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"Smile," said the crewmen who served as the William Blunt's official photographer. He was passing among us while we ate. He took a group shot of us Witherows eating breakfast. Everyone seemed to have gotten over any embarrassment at being naked. Even chubby Sandra gave the photographer a big smile and didn't attempt to cover her private parts. I wondered what WEB site those pictures would wind up on

This was turning out to be the most bizarre interlude in a lifetime of strange events. All of us had been ordered on deck in the early morning where we were presented with a sumptuous breakfast buffet. So far the only thing Sam had been right about was the food. It was a combination of American staples such as scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, and sausage combined with local cuisine such as Jamaican jerk chicken and delicious conch chowder. It was quite well done. There was even a station where a chef was cooking omelets and crepes to order. I was eating a scrumptious crab omelet.

It was a beautiful day to be sailing in the Caribbean even for a slave. The sun was warm, the sky a brilliant blue and the breeze was delightful. As for me in the last twenty four hours I'd been whipped, rapped, beaten and had lesbian sex with two young teenagers. I was having a great time.

Most of the women and some of the men were moving gingerly. Wives whose normal fuck diet was once a month had gotten six months of cock in the last twenty-four hours. Their female parts weren't used to the size and power of the meat that the crew was packing. Between all that unexpected dick and being hung up and publicly whipped they were getting much more attention than they ever got at home. The young girls looked a little the worse for wear too. Still many of them had finally gotten their overworked fathers to pay them some serious notice even if it did require they spread their legs for daddy. The men and boys appeared very pleased with themselves.

Monique gave a smile and wave to one of the Barlow triplets. Thirteen and already a slut I noted. I would have loved to take a poll to see how many girls fucked their biological father for the first time last night. The men all looked a little sheepish in the cold light of day. Having to face Daddy's little girl the next morning couldn't have been easy. The boys were casting guilty looks at their mothers and sisters.

"I love the way you fucked me last night," I whispered in Carl's ear to put the boy at ease.

"I'll do you again, tonight," he whispered back giving me a big smile. I was developing a taste for young boys. They're just so damn cute.

If I thought it was going to be a calm day I was quickly proven to be wrong. The Witherows were sitting together on the hatch cover eating when one of the bolder female passengers decided to complain about being whipped, raped, and tossed into a dark cramped hold to be raped again by relatives and fellow passengers. Some people just don't know a good time when they have it.

"Captain, I'm going to see that you and every member of your organization spend the rest of your life in prison," said a petite brunette standing up to block Alonzo's path when he happened to pass by. Her husband had attempted to stop her by grabbing her arm but she shook him off and confronted the tall black man.

"May I ask what is your complaint, Wanda?" asked Alonzo politely flashing a big smile. I was surprised he knew her first name. Later, I learned that Alonzo had a gift for recalling names. I listened intently thinking this is going to be good.

"Complaint? Are you insane? My entire family and I were whipped and raped by your crew yesterday afternoon. They sodomised my husband and soon. Last night fellow passengers unknown to me raped my fourteen-year-old daughter and myself. The same daughter who lost her virginity on this very deck yesterday when that crewmen there forced himself on her," said Wanda. She was pointing to one of the crewmen who was cutting and servicing slices of prime rib to a passenger. I might add that her son gave her an odd look when she mentioned her last night's attacker was an unknown passenger. Father and daughter also exchanged a look. I didn't doubt that her son a tall skinny kid had ploughed Mom's furrow while Dad had done the same for his daughter.

"Wanda, Didn't our WEB site note promise a realistic enactment of what occurred on an actual slave ship?" said Alonzo.

"Yes, but nothing mentioned whippings or rape?" said Wanda. "It's insane to think that we would pay $5,000 each to be brutalized."

"When my ancestors were brought to work at a plantation in South Carolina, they were treated much worse than your family. One of my ancestors, Mamma Hattie learned to read and write and she wrote an account of her voyage from the basin of the Congo to Charlestown. She was whipped and raped every day by the crew. At night, her fellow slaves raped her. And I might add, she was not provided decent food and water. Many of her fellow slaves died on the voyage."

"I understand all that and I'm sorry for how slaves were treated but that has nothing to do with today. My family wants to leave. We do not intend to spend another day on this ship. And I plan to speak with the Federal authorities when I return to Philadelphia and have your entire operation shut down and the principals arrested," said Wanda defiantly. She seemed to be on a roll.

I must say that Wanda had spunk. She still had a good figure with a pert little bottom that I pictured myself licking. Her petite 5'5" frame was standing right up to Alonzo's 6'3" massive structure. Still I would have guessed that Wanda was not going to win the argument.

"Gregg, Marcus, it seems that Wanda here needs an attitude adjustment," said Alonzo. "Prepare slave Wanda for punishment."

Most of the passengers found their food of great interest as Gregg and Marcus grabbed a protesting Wanda and marched her over to one of the masts. They tied her to the mast facing outward. Her breasts were still showing some red stripes from the day before. Wanda was screaming for her husband to come to her aid; but hubby was sitting very still on the hatch cover holding his son and daughter. I was looking for the waiter to refill my coffee.

"Foolish woman," I whispered to Sam.

"Sorry about last night, we got carried away," said Sam.

"Don't worry. I enjoyed it," I whispered back putting my hand on his arm.

"You're not mad at Carl and me," said Sam.

"No, I'd have been mad if you two hadn't fucked me," I said.

"The girls seem to be dealing with it alright," said Sam glad I wasn't angry.

"Monique's infatuated with one of the Barlow triplets. Sandra's a little more reserved. They both feel you are neglecting them."

"Neglecting them how?"

"You didn't screw either of them. They heard other fathers screwing their daughters last night and you didn't come near them. You two rushed off to fuck somebody else."

"Yes, that's how we managed to run into Denise Barlow and her daughter Tracy."

"How were they?"

"Surprisingly eager, this entire trip is nothing like I thought it would be. I'm still trying to process what happened last night. Poor Carl is wondering whether he's gay. We had to suck off Dave Barlow and the triplets when they caught us screwing Denise and Tracy," said Sam.

"You must be bisexual?" I asked.

"I suppose. I've always been able to go either way. Something that not even my wife Kay knows. Carl surprised me with his readiness to let Dave Barlow fuck his ass. He actually seemed to enjoy it"

"Carl's probably bi the same as his dad. He liked putting his dick in me enough to agree to screw me again."

"Everything seems so out of control. Sandra and Monique really want me to screw them," said Sam.

"Yes, I'll help if you like."

"I bet they whip the hide off her," said Sam referring to Wanda who was now firmly lashed to the main mast. She was still beseeching her mate to come to her aid. He was ignoring her.

There was something so damn sexy about a naked woman tied to that big round pole sticking out of the deck. Her arms went straight back causing her boobs to jut out. You could see the muscles straining in her shoulders. Her tits were bouncing and her nipples looked hard. Maybe she knew all along that arguing with Alonzo would get the shit whipped out of her. Perhaps she was just realizing some hidden desire to be punished.

"How many, boss," Gregg asked Alonzo.

"Let's start with the standard thirty on her front," said Alonzo.

Gregg and Marcus began making Wanda wish she'd kept her mouth shut. The crowd surprised me a little by either ignoring Wanda's scourging or watching it intently. You don't see many outdoor whippings. Most are in some enclosed dimly lit dungeons. But here we were sailing the Spanish Main on a glorious sunny day enjoying the sounds of Wanda's screams. Tits looked different when they're whipped in natural light. Just as there are people who believe vanilla sex is greatly enhanced when carried out in a national park or some outdoor venue, there must be members of the S&M crowd who are outdoor enthusiasts. You could certainly see more clearly in daylight. Wanda proved to be an excellent screamer and a tough bitch that didn't faint until the count reached twenty-five. At that point, one of the crew unceremoniously dumped a bucket of seawater over poor Wanda whose tits were covered with whelps and bleeding stripes. This was a serious hiding I noted. Wanda was missing patches of skin on her breasts.

Contact of open wounds and salt brine are guaranteed to get a slave's attention. The Hellfire Club keeps canisters of sea salt near the whipping posts and benches. I know how it feels to have salt applied to open wounds. It hurts and not a little. Wanda reacted to her dousing with some lusty screams. She stayed alert for the final five. Gregg and Marcus delivered the last strokes right on her twat. The pain associated from a cat-o-nine with Turk's head knots and wielded by a well-muscled man is mind-boggling. If one of the strands lands right on your love button, you wish you'd had a clitectomy. It's a super sensitive grouping of nerve ganglia that has a direct line to the pain center in your medulla oblongata. First thirty over, they doused Wanda again then retied her facing the mast for thirty on the posterior. Wanda's defiance had vanished replaced by earnest pleas for mercy and promises to recommend the vacation to all her friends. It's amazing how thirty lashes with the cat can alter firmly held opinions.

Gregg and Marcus looked hot. They'd shed their shirts and the sweat was glistening on their black flesh. Unconsciously I squeezed my thighs together to give my clit some action. When I glanced around I noticed one of the mothers seated at a nearby table had one hand in her lap jerking herself off. If our patina of civilization kept disappearing at the current rate, we'd be forming up for a circle jerk after breakfast.

Gregg and Marcus went to work with a vengeance on Wanda's back and ass. After ten lashes, it started to take on the look of raw sirloin. That kindled something in me and I walked over to the carving station and asked for a slice of very rare roast beef. I wanted to taste blood as I watched Wanda bleed.

Later when Nurse Rozz took a closer look at Wanda, I saw that the whip had carved some deep grooves in her flesh. Turk's head knots remove little patches of skin after the first few blows. Most of the previous day's whippings aboard the William Blunt were much lighter than Wanda's. Alonzo made an example of her because she had confronted him. Wanda's screams were more croaks this time around. She fainted three times. Each time, the seawater brought her back to a screaming reality. When they released her, she collapsed to the deck begging not to be hurt any more. Second thirty over I thought Alonzo was done with Wanda but he had one more trick up his sleeve.

"Let her ride a hawser," ordered Alonzo.

Most of us had no idea what he meant but from an S&M viewpoint it was pretty neat. Gregg and Marcus threw ropes over a spar that was the part of the main mast where the sails were attached. Leather belts were buckled to her wrists then affixed to the ropes. Crewmen raised her a good ten feet off the deck leaving Wanda swinging like a bloody piñata in the breeze above our head. Gregg climbed up one mast and Marcus another and they rigged a thick rope between two spars. The rope passed between Wanda's legs. They tightened it to where it was resting firmly against her pussy. Her snatch was resting on the rough hemp. How incredibly clever I thought.

When they were done the motion of the ship caused the swinging Wanda to swing back and forth all the while her tender parts being abraded by the hawser. I'd experienced rope straddle on several occasions and it is pure hell. You feel like someone is sandpapering your pussy off. It's worse than being on a wedge or Spanish Donkey and I've known extreme submissives that won't go anywhere near the Spanish Donkey.

"Keep her up there an hour," said Alonzo to Gregg. Then he invited anyone else who wished to complain about their treatment to step forward. There were no takers.

"I need to pee," announced Monique.

I was on my fourth cup of coffee so I could also use a whiz. Sandra announced she needed to go. As it wound up the four Witherows all decided to visit the john together.

Sam had informed me that the front elevated part of the William Blunt was called the focsle, a shortened form of forecastle. It turned out that the facilities were up on the focsle. When we climbed the steps, there was a short line leading to four plastic buckets that afforded zero privacy.

You were expected to squat over a wide mouth bucket and do your business while everyone watched.

"I can't go like that,' whined Monique.

"Yes, you can. Just close your eyes and blank out your surroundings," I said.

Public defecation to my mind is on the leading edge of exhibitionism. Some cultures are more in to watching people piss and shit than others. I know a Japanese man who has over a thousand pictures of girls in their school uniforms squatting to piss on the ground. I love to pee and shit in public. At the Hellfire Club closing the door on your stall is regarded as the sign of a wimp.

"I don't think I can," whimpered Monique.

"Look, there are the Barlow triplets. Which one do you like? I asked. They were in another line. I was trying to distract her.

"Steve, he's the cute one," responded Monique.

The three looked identical to me. I had no idea which one was Steve. But it gave me an idea. I noticed there were several teenage girls having trouble with the idea of squatting over a plastic bucket and taking a dump while twenty people watched.

"I bet Steve would be impressed if you showed him you weren't one of these little ninnies who can't pee with anyone watching," I said.

"You really think so?" asked Monique.

"Definitely, those boys like women who can handle pissing in public," I said.

"I need to do Number 2," said Monique looking panicked.

"That's even better. I'll go first and show you how," I said.

When it came my turn I squatted over the plastic bucket and took a big noisy dump all the while flashing a smile in the direction of the Barlows. I made sure I was several inches above the rim so everyone could see that I was emptying my rectum.

"Your turn. Show them what you're made of," I whispered to Monique as I walked past toward the showers that the crew had set up nearby. Monique proved to be a trooper. She hovered over the bucket dropping small turds in a steady rain all the while grinning in the direction of the Barlow family. As it turned out the next Barlow to bang her cunt was Daddy Dave.

Sandra not to be outdone by her baby sister delivered a dump with a certain amount of panache. The ship's photographer showed up when she squatted and took several shots of my stepdaughter emptying her bowels with a smile on her face.

While I was showering I looked aft and saw Wanda gently swinging in the wind. The hawser was covered in blood where it had rubbed the hide off her cunt. Her thighs were bloody down to her knees. She was wide-eyed and obviously in extreme pain. The wind had picked up and the ship was pitching forward causing her to travel even father than when she first started. Oh well you deserved it I decided as I enjoyed myself watching her writhe each time she traveled a few feet. I spent a little too much time soaping my cunt.

"Witherows," yelled someone as soon as we finished our shower.

When I looked down on the deck, I saw Gregg standing there with a clipboard.

"Here," yelled Sam moving quickly to get us moving toward Gregg. He'd seen what happened to Wanda for failure to comply and didn't want a repeat of the same punishment.

The next half hour was truly bizarre. A very professional tripod mounted camera had been set up and here was a white backdrop.

"We always take the official photos the first day of the voyage," announced Greg. "The first one will be you five with the Captain."

The photographer proceeded to pose the five of us with Alonzo. Sam was shaking his hand and smiling broadly as were the rest of us. Someone might have thought it odd that Alonzo was wearing shorts, shirt and a captain's hat and we were naked. Then there was one of me shaking the Captain's hand. At that point I thought we were done but in truth we were just beginning. The photographer had a list of poses that he had to complete.

"Get down on your knees, Rozz and suck Sam's dick," Gregg casually ordered.

"Huh?" I thought I had misheard him.

"Kneel down, such his cock, get him hard," repeated Gregg.

Everyone got to see Rozz get on her knees and go to work on Sam's tool. Once I had him hard, they took a picture of me sucking his dick. Next it was a shot of me sucking Sam and fisting Carl that was followed immediately by me sucking Carl and fisting Sam. Then Monique and Sandra were brought into the scene to suck first Daddy's pecker and then their brothers. For the next half hour we did just about every permutation of the Witherows having sex with one another imaginable. Carl even got to such his Dad's cock while I held it. The final set involved all five of us sucking and fucking one another. It went fast and I suppose its ultimate purpose was to discourage anyone from complaining to the authorities. You don't go to Interpol and turn someone in if they have a picture of you mouth fucking your daughters and sodimising your son. You take a pass.

After we were done, the next family in reverse alphabetical order was called and we got to watch them pose for their series of incest pictures. The crew had taken Wanda down. Alonzo handed me a first aid kit and instructed me to tend to her. The General must have told him I was a nurse.

While I was tending to Wanda, I saw Monique and Sandra sneaking below deck with the Barlow triplets. Dave Barlow and his wife quietly followed them. Later, Monique told me that Dave and Denise had gone first with her while the triplets had given Sandra her first experience of triple penetration. The Barlows fucked my stepdaughters for several hours. When Gregg called their name for the family photos I had to go looking for them. I found them all curled up together taking a nap.

Wanda's cunt was a bloody mess. The hawser had removed large patches of flesh from the area surrounding her vagina. The tip of her clit looked like it had been sanded off. "She needs some pain management," I told Alonzo after I had cleaned and bandaged her abrasions.

"I have just the thing in my cabin," said Alonzo leaving me.

He returned in five minutes with a Halliburton case containing just about every kind of narcotic I could name. I gave Wanda a couple of 50MG Vicodin that I figured would put her out for a while.

"Picture day always makes me horny," said Alonzo reaching into the case to extract the largest hand rolled joint I had ever seen. He was stroking his cock through his shorts.

"Ganja?" asked Alonzo lighting the joint taking a deep puff then handing it to me.

It was killer cannabis and my head felt it in seconds.

"Blow me Rozz," said Alonzo.

Right there in front of everybody, Captain Rosalind Donaldson, recent widow, fell to her knees extracted Alonzo's super sized pecker and provided oral sex using my best and most watchable techniques. I worked his cock and balls like a Las Vegas hooker and gave him a showgirl finish. I held my mouth open so onlookers could see I took a large load that I swallowed in a highly visible fashion. There were some ohs and ahs from the crowd when I gulped it down.

Alonzo cleaned his dick off in my hair. That's always a nice touch. When I stood up wiping my mouth with the back of my hand all eyes were on me. I love perform lewd acts for an audience.

It took the rest of the day to complete the photo sessions. Lunch was a deli style make your own sandwich affair followed by dessert where you constructed an ice cream Sunday to your taste. The teens loved that. Dinner was sea bass or steak. Sam was definitely right about the food.

Alonzo made a command decision to take photos of Wanda's family at a later date.