Torture The Widow

Chapter 31 – Teen Amusements

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"Suck the left nipple hard, hard as you can. Make them beg you to stop," blared the bullhorn. I looked down at the top of Monique head as she applied suction to my port side bud. I watched as her cheeks hollowed and felt intense pain as she drew my bud into her mouth. Jesus, the little cunt was trying to suck it right off my tit. I could feel it stretching getting longer. The pain slowly grew until I couldn't stand it. The fact that my boobs had been mercilessly whipped for the last hour made them super sensitive.

"You're sucking my nipple off, stop please," I pleaded. That only encouraged Monique to redouble her efforts. Nineteen other moms were also pleading with their teenage sons and daughters to stop. The dads were in the same condition. Men have sworn to me that their nipples are just as susceptible to pain as a woman's.

It was mid morning on our third full day. We were anchored off some island. A group of five local woman dressed in full dominatrix gear had arrived by powerboat as we were finishing breakfast. This turned out to be femdom day in Alonzo's busy schedule of planned activities for our cruise.

The second night in the slave hold had gone pretty much as the first except there was more organized swapping around of partners. It was only toward dawn that I finally got to sleep. For college types who you associate with a sedentary lifestyle they were showing a surprising amount of energy. At my suggestion, the Witherows started off with a family fuck. Both Monique and Sandra joined the 'I've fucked my daddy' club. They seemed genuinely thrilled as Sam eased his cock into their holes. In their minds, it had as much to do with coming of age as it did with sexual desire.

"I'm a woman now. My daddy diddled me," was how Sandra and Monique would have characterized it. It made me wonder whether it was something they would tell their best friends when they got home. I also wondered that having given Daddy a piece of tail would they continue the favor back in Boston. They showed genuine enthusiasm when Sam was pounding their holes. They humped their little bottoms up to meet his plunging pecker just like they envisioned their mother doing. Sandra and Monique were quite competitive about it. Each one intent on besting the other in giving Daddy a good screwing.

As soon as Sam emptied his dick in Sandra, Monique and I used our mouths to get him hard again. I showed Monique the basics of ass play. She proved an apt pupil surrounding her daddy's pucker with her lips and forcing her tongue inside while topside I administered long slow sucks that started at his piss hole and ended when I snaked my tongue over his balls. Sam lay there moaning loudly to encourage his youngest to penetrate his anus with her pink little tongue.

Carl alternated his cock between my pussy and ass while his sister and I administered orally to Daddy. Sandra watched and played with her clit all the while sucking off one of the fathers who appeared out of the dark with a hard on. He didn't have to say a word. He put Sandra's hand on his erection and my pudgy little stepdaughter opened her mouth and got down to business. Sandra swallowed his jism like a pro.

I finally recalled what the below deck scene on the William Blunt reminded me of. Last year Trace and I got leave together and flew off to Amsterdam for the weekend. Some friends of the Donaldson's took us to a very private sex club. It was a multi-story facility. First floor was a lounge and dance floor. It almost looked like a normal club but the fact that the women occasionally dived under the tables to suck cock and women stroked their partner's dicks as they slow danced indicated it was something beyond that. I thought it was pretty hot when Rolfe that was the husband of our hosts hiked my skirt up on the dance floor and stuck both hands inside my panty. He played with my ass as we slow danced. Hilda his wife was under the table sucking Trace's cock. They were very hospitable.

Second floor was an S&M facility but our hosts were not into the lifestyle so we skipped that. Third floor contained a swimming pool, hot tub and something called the 'grope room'. Trace and I with Rolfe and Hilda decided to visit that. You strip naked and entered a totally dark room where the floor is covered with mattress like padding. You got down on your hands and knees and crawled around feeling, sucking, and fucking people that you couldn't' see. The total anonymity made it incredibly erotic. No visual concerns about age or body type just pure focused sex. I fucked fat and thin, young and old, man and woman. I loved the place.

The slave's deck on the William Blunt was like that. Once night fell, a man or woman could seek indiscriminate sexual congress. The darkness made forbidden sex including incest possible. Men genetically engineered to be hunters and predators had sensed the possibilities first but the women were not far behind. The slave hold became a seething mass of human sexuality where you could get your rocks off with total strangers. Of course, family members recognized one another but that did not seem to matter. They pretended it was anonymous.

Carl did sloppy seconds with sister Sandra while I worked his asshole open with three fingers all the while working Sam's cock to get it hard for his youngest. I massaged Carl's prostate while he pounded his Johnson inside Sandra's love tunnel. Sandra makes the cutest little cooing sounds while she is being fucked. Carl screwed both of them in a sweet brotherly fashion while once again I sucked Sam back to tumescence. I filled the role of 'fluffer' for my stepdaughters and faux husband. Sam drilled Monique who insisted Sam switch to anal just to prove she could take it just like a big girl.

It all made me wonder what they were going to tell the little woman back home about their trip. If you left out the fucking there wasn't much to tell.

After the family sex was done, Sam showed some enterprise informing me that while on the upper deck he had made a deal to swap our kids for another family's. Carl, Sandra, and Monique were dispatched to the Eversoles in return for Judd, Mark, Cindy, and Rose. I complemented Sam on achieving a three for four swap.

"Ken Eversole was hot for Monique. And his wife Doris was interested in Carl and Sandra," said Sam.

I still couldn't fathom how these middle class well-educated academic types had so quickly abandoned even the pretense of normal sexual behavior. These were PTA people who espoused liberal causes, opposed the death penalty, supported abortion rights, etc. The fact that they were making deals to trade their children for sexual purposes was mind boggling to say the least.

Judd and Mark turned out to be energetic youths who could drop a load in my orifices one minute and be ready to start again three minutes later. I was in the mood to eat ass and Judd had the perfect rosebud for it. I sucked and slobbered over his butthole while Mark worked on mine. Ass play was new to the boys and I got to teach them the basics of how to suck jism out of a step mom's brown hole. They held my cheeks apart so they could form an airtight connection around my anal ring. When their tongue opened my anus and I felt them creating a slight vacuum inside my rectum I pushed out a couple of tablespoons of shit flavored jism. I instructed them not to swallow right away so we could do some tongue kissing swapping the brown goop around.

"Awesome," was Mark's judgment after he had swallowed a mouthful of triple S: salvia, shit and semen. I find passing esoteric sexual knowledge on to the next generation personally rewarding. It was also fulfilling especially when I taught the boys how to perform a DP on me. The fact that I was an Ass To Mouth mom impressed them.

Sam and I started out straight me with the boys and he with the girls. After an hour or two we went homosexual. Men just love to bugger young boys. It's a daddy thing to have your hands firmly clutching their skinny flanks as your pound that big dick up their tight little holes. The way Judd and Mark groaned and squeaked as Sam's schlong stretched their anus was adorable to me and enjoyable for Sam.

The two girls and I formed a daisy chain. Both of their fourteen year old pussies had seen a lot of recent action and nobody was showering or douching. We're talking hardcore cunt sucking. The kind you get at a three in the morning at a swinger's party. I sucked Sam's cum out of their pussies while they lapped their brother's out of mine. It was late when our own kids returned and the Eversole's departed. I enjoyed the peaceful slumber of the sexually satisfied for several hours.

But sometime near dawn I felt a small warm body climb between my legs. A skinny dick parted my labia attempting to get a piece of tail off Mother Rozz. Some of the younger boys had not gotten their growth spurt and were still in the ninety-pound range. Feeling his small body squirming around on me desperately trying to work his dick into a grown woman's cunt brought out my maternal instinct.

"Does Mama's boy want some pussy," I cooed in his ear as I wrapped my arms around him. I gently stuck the tip of my tongue in his ear and licked the opening of his auditory canal.

"Yes," responded a voice that had just begun to deepen.

"Momma wants to suck your penis first," I whispered rearranging our bodies. "Lick Momma's pussy."

We did oral for a few minutes before I felt him blow his boy load in my mouth. He did a reasonable job of working my clit so I orgasmed at the same time.

"Oh that was wonderful. You're a terrific lover," I said as I felt his peter start to jerk.

"I'm going to shoot," he whispered.

I swallowed some very sweet tasting semen gently squeezing his balls to get the last drops of boy juice.

"Just stay still, let Momma get you hard again with her mouth," I said as soon as I swallowed.

Working his little rosebud with a wet finger he was erect in no time. Like a good mother I helped him get his penis in my vagina.

"Suck my nipples," I told him and he instantly complied.

I wrapped his small body in my arms and slowly humped him. I held him closely tickling his little butthole with my index finger until he put his second load in my hole.

"Thanks, Momma," said the boy. We kissed passionately before he disappeared into the gloom. It was one of the sweetest sexual experiences I'd ever had.

Being confined on a small ship can get boring quickly that's why Alonzo had numerous activities planned. After breakfast, Alonzo introduced the five dominatrices who would be instructing the children in S&M. They would be using their parents to train on. Some of the parents looked like they wanted to object but one look at the damage that the whip and hawser had done to Wanda made them think twice.

"They're going to let us whip you," said Sandra looking pleased with the idea. Why not I thought. How many teenagers in America would love to strip their mom and dad naked then string them up for a good lashing.

The crew had already prepared by hanging ropes over the spars. Sam and I could barely touch the deck with the balls of our feet when moments later the two of us were suspended by our arms. When I looked around I saw Gregg and Marcus on the focsle operating two professional looking video cameras. I wondered if we were going to be able to buy a copy of the DVD before the voyage was over. All during the morning, a crewman with a still camera circulated around taking shots of we parents getting the shit whipped out of them by the youngsters.

The instructors had brought several large storage containers. They opened one and handed each teen a ridding crop. The largest families were the Barlows and Eversoles with four children. The dominatrices reorganized the teens until there was roughly one child for each mom and dad. Sandra joined Lucinda's family leaving Carl and Monique to work on Sam and me.

And work they did.

"Spare the rod and spoil the parent," was the dominatrix leader's slogan. Her name was Liza and she was a fearsome looking bitch. The lessons were well organized. Trudy, a tall black woman in an amazingly tight leather corset started Carl off with my armpits that were nicely stretched over my head. It's a hyper sensitive area that hurts like hell when the leather flap on the end of a ridding crop is landed with all the force a muscular fifteen year old can muster. Monique was busy testing her dad's pain threshold. Trudy showed Carl the exact place to land the crop right on top of the lymph nodes. Moms and Dads were screaming, pleading, and even threatening their progeny if they didn't stop.

"If your parents threaten you, tell your instructor immediately," blared Liza through her bullhorn.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the boys say something to his teacher. The teacher promptly uncoiled the bullwhip hanging from her waist. She walked over to the boy's mother and said something to her. The woman desperately shook her head no. Liza invited all the parents to watch what happened to anyone who threatened a teen with retribution. The instructor stepped back, unlimbered the whip and delivered five rapid blows to each of the woman's armpits. Mom proved that hurt like all hell by screaming her lungs out. Threats of retribution ended after that demonstration. The woman's bruised and bloody armpits started to swell to where it looked she had a softball in each pit.

Armpit lesson over, Carl and the others moved to tits then lower abdomen followed by several solid blows right on my cunt. Sam did a little dance when Monique slammed his balls with the crop. Carl got behind me reached down to grab my ankle and bent my leg back so he could work on the soles of my feet. That hurt like all hell.

I did my share of screaming. Several of the Mom's were in hysterics and a couple of fathers had broken down weeping. S&M isn't for everybody. The kids seemed to be enjoying it though. My body was on fire with pain.

Ridding crops were stowed in their bins and out came a shorter single strand whip called a tawse. Monique and Carl switched parent. There is certain viciousness about a good tawse. Monique proved well coordinated. She showed remarkable skill at landing the tip exactly where she wanted it. One blow almost took my nipple off. I have a tight muscular lower abdomen that the tawse was ideal for. I screamed at the top of my lungs when Monique placed the tip an inch below my belly button. Trudy showed Monique how to attack my inner thigh. That sent me dancing around the deck like Gregory Hines on speed.

Floggers were next. Liza gave a short lecture of the cat-o-nine. She showed the kids several different variations ranging from the one that the Roman's used to scourge Christ to more modern versions where the strands are made from nylon. She used me to demonstrate a replica of the cat used in the British Navy by Captain Bligh. I screamed lustily as the brutal instrument carved lines of agony across my body.

Liza explained about Turk's head knots and why they were so effective at stripping of the outer layer of the epidermis. I was pleasantly surprised by the attention the teens paid to the instructor's words. You would have thought they were learning answers to questions found on the SAT test.

Carl flogged the living hell out of me ten on the front and ten on the back. I was dizzy, drooling and feeling faint when he was done. Several parents had passed out, puked or both. There was a liberal use of buckets of seawater to revive unconscious parents.

"Up and down the body, never the same place twice in a row," intoned Liza to her acolytes.

When Carl finished, he poured a bucket of seawater over me. He'd opened enough seams in my hide for the salt to take effect and I danced around screaming for several minutes before the pain receded.

"The English always excelled at caning," announced Liza handing out highly flexible canes to her students.

"Don't you just love the ways it sounds," said Monique demonstrating the whirring sound a cane makes when you pass it rapidly through the air. That is a terrifying noise if ever there was one.

"The object is to make it difficult for your parent to sit down without remembering the caning you gave them," declared Liza.

The parents were given five on the boobs and five on the butt. Several parents lost bladder control and pissed themselves. It is the sharpest of pains when a rattan cane lands on your buttocks. You want to grab your ass cheeks, leap ten feet in the air and howl one second after the cane lands. Most of the parents were earnestly begging their children to stop after the first two strokes.

"Right before we go on break, we're going to practice scatological humiliation," announced Liza.

We parents were lowered to the deck but not untied. Trudy showed up to stick two pieces of hard rubber between my back teeth forcing my mouth wide open. I guessed correctly I was about to swallow some piss.

"Grab them by the hair to they can't turn away," advised Liza.

Carl knelt down straddling my face and pointing his pecker at my open mouth. His hand firmly clinched my hair.

"Piss half a bladder then swap parents," said Liza.

The upshot was that both Monique and Carl pissed in Sam and my mouth. Around me parents were retching up their breakfast but Sam managed to keep everything down. This is pretty damn hardcore I thought as I licked the inside of my mouth savoring the taste of urine.

Liza declared break time. A crewman issued we adults a cold bottle of mineral water. Somebody had wheeled out a refrigerator cart and the boys and girls were making selections from an offering of Dove Bars, Klondike's, Nutty Buddy and other ice cream confections.

"Are you a step mom too?" asked one of the younger prettier wives who was nearest me. I recalled her name was Deirdre. She did appear to have been ridden hard and put away wet. Her boobs were stripped like a barber poll and there were drops of blood seeping out of some cuts left by the whip. Her hair glistened with drying urine and her chest was covered with vomit. She looked beyond miserable.

"Yes, I'm a stepmother," I replied.

"Do your step children hate you?"

"No, I don't think so," I replied. Actually mine didn't know me well enough to hate me.

"Alan and Carrie hate me for taking their father away," said Deirdre. "Look what the little bitch did to my bottom."

There were five red pulsing bleeding stripes on Deirdre's ass. Carrie must have put her heart and soul into that five plus every foot-pound of energy her strong young body could muster. I considered the fact that a child could take advantage of the situation to extract a measure of revenge. Make me clean my room take that you bitch.

Crewmen hosed us off with seawater making us painfully aware of the multitude of whip cuts covering our torso. Break over it was time for toys. The proper application of nipple clamps was Lesson One. That was the reason that Monique was attempting to remove my nipple using suction. Monique sucked my nipple to a good half-inch then caught the tip in her front teeth and pulled hard as she allowed the jagged teeth of the alligator clamp to bite down on my nubbin. She caught it right at the base. Several drops of bright red blood immediately appeared. Next the little sweetheart did something that surprised me. She looked around to make sure no one was watching then quickly licked some of the blood off my knocker. The child was definitely S&M. I wondered if years from now I'd wonder in to a club and find Monique carving swastikas into some housewife's boobs with a rusty bottle cap. Maybe I decided.

The breast clamps came with a one-pound weight that added to the misery. Each dad discovered how a five-pound ball stretcher felt when it was applied to your sack. Fathers emerged from the day with low hangers. Dads also got a large paper clamp applied to the very tip of their pecker, ouch, ouch, ouch.

Trudy showed Carl how to apply five clothespins on a string to both my armpits and a ten pin ones to my inner thighs. The coup de main was when Monique stuffed a large dildo adorned with hard rubber spikes into my vagina and rotated it three hundred and sixty degrees. Something of equal brutality was placed in each daddy's ass.

Deirdre was screaming so loud I glanced in her direction. Her stepdaughter Kim was rotating the dildo while her stepson Larry was doubling up on the clothespins. Somehow Kim had applied the nipple clamps to catch most of Deirdre's areola. Her tits were really bleeding.

Liza then called her students together to watch a one-hour film of an actual torture session held in a South American prison. A large television had been set on the ships aft using a sail for an awning. Carl told me about it later. The federal police had captured two young American couples smuggling cocaine and were applying the type of justice normally meted out to transgressors in those countries. It must have been fast paced since in a single hour it covered gang rape, bestial rape by dogs, electrical torture, whippings, brandings, sexual mutilation, and some more esoteric forms of torture such as forcing seltzer water up a person's nose.

"It was so cool," said Monique when I asked her if she enjoyed the film. "They cut both girls nipples off and made them eat them."

Based on their review I wondered if the General had the DVD in his extensive collection. I'd like to watch it.

Of course that meant we parents got to suffer for a full hour. Film over the kids removed the toys in the order that Liza called out over the bullhorn. They did it quickly and in unison so the screams of the parents formed a crescendo. That was a nice touch of showmanship and provided a big finale. If you ever want to learn what is the loudest you can scream have someone put ten strong clothespins in the soft flesh of your inner thigh, leave them there for an hour then grab the end of the string and jerk all ten off at once.

Lesson over, we were released and untied. The dominatrices packed up and departed. Two large powerboats arrived to take the children off to a nearby deserted beach for a picnic. There was going to be a DJ and the kids could dance. Several cases of ice-cold Red Stripe beer were waiting for them.

The crew set up chaises and loungers on the main deck and we exhausted and sore parents drug ourselves to them. Sam and I lay together naked on a double chaise catching our breath. A crewman handed everyone an ice-cold rum punch. After a few minutes, Sam spoke.

"There is one good thing you can say about this trip," said Sam.

"What's that?" I replied.

"It's broadening the children's horizons. They're experiencing things that other boys and girls their age don't get to."

"True, how many children their age get a four hour education in sado-masochism as part of a carefully thought out program?" I said.

We adults chatted and drank as we soaked up the afternoon sun. It was nice not having the kids around for a change. The rum punch reduced the soreness to acceptable levels. Towards dusk, the crew set up Twister and I played. Naked Twister is a real icebreaker. You wind up with somebody's sex in your face and I can never resist the temptation to go oral. I screwed one of the dads right there on the Twister mat while everyone watched. I was too drunk to recall which one he was. I do recall he had a good-sized pecker and it had a banana curve that worked my G-spot. Funny the things we remember.