Purveyors of Pain

………….Part Two of Susan's "Purveyors of Pain".

As before, heed the warning that this is not for the squeamish and contains detailed descriptions of cruel torture leading to death.

On board the tanker Desaddee steaming somewhere off the South American coast, a crew of hand picked perverts under the control of Samantha Govash and her childhood friend, now sex partner, Karl, sail over the vast ocean. Leaders of a club known as POP,(Purveyors of Pain),the young couple entertain very wealthy guests who desire unusual and illegal entertainment.

They have just collected twelve American women and two Canadians from an obliging lawman.

The Canadian women are mother and daughter, Marion West, 32, and sixteen year old Penny.

The guests are Dean and his sadistic employee Kate, two women-hating homosexual sadists, Paul and Roger, and a single older man we'll call Tom, who enjoys Samantha's favours. Karl and Sam are present to enjoy introducing the Canadian ladies to hell.

In a below deck cell, Marion is fully dressed in elegant if slightly dated clothes (suspender belt and black nylons, for God's sake!) and has been spread-eagled loosely on a moveable leather table-like couch. Her daughter is dressed like a cheerleader high school student and is roped to a heavy chair.

The sadists are dressed in Nazi-like military uniforms and have told Marion they are about to interrogate her to extract (totally fictitious) information they say she has.

Naturally, she is not a happy bunny, especially as Tom has just suggested raping her daughter.

PURVEYORS Of PAIN.............By Susan.

..Part Two..

"At least let's see what she's got to play with", Tom sniggered, tugging the tight sweater upwards so that Penny's white sports bra and its ample contents became visible.

The men all made approving noises, their eyes staring at the deep cleavage moving sexily as Penny squealed and struggled in the chair.

Karl and I had actually seen the goods unwrapped when we helped change their clothes ready for the show, but then they were totally unconscious and nowhere near as exciting, though we had been pleased with what they both had to offer.

Again Tom fondled the teenagers' breasts, pressing the mounds together and rolling them suggestively. We all enjoyed the view and the panic stricken pleading from Marion.

Kate leaned over the leather table and smiled into Marion's eyes. "You gonna talk, cunt, or do we get to see your little slut-kid fucked first?"

This was not the sort of language one expected from a woman in military dress. It sent a shiver of terror down Marion's spine. She had no idea who these people were, nor how she had got here, not even where the clothes she wore had come from.

It was like a sort of magnifying dream, horror piling on horror too quickly for the senses to start to understand.

"Just tell us the cartel and the codes, Honey, and the two of you could be out of here without any trouble at all!".

"I don't know, for God's sake. You've got the wrong people. We're just tourists. Please, help me. Let my daughter go. She hasn't done anything!".

Kate smiled and bent low so she could feel Marion's rapid breaths hot on her cheek. "They all fuckin' say that to start with, dearie. Give me an hour or two with the needles under your fuckin' toenails, and maybe you'll start to remember all of a sudden!"

"Kate, you're so crude," Paul chirrupped. He and Roger were being the good cops in this little playtime.

"What? You trying to kid me you want me to be lady-like? You like to see the bitches suffer, too, don't you?" Kate grinned. "I've seen you tossing off into some dumb cow's face while I pull her fingernails out before now, buster."

"I'd rather work on the kid" Tom called, and Dean said he'd like to see a bit more flesh, too, so he held Penny's sweater up while Tom prised the sports bra. upwards until both the teenagers breasts were thrusting out from below the cups, pink nipples erect with fear.

"Oh my...they are rather special," Roger smiled. "It would be a shame to spoil those lovely big nipples!".

"Not if it made Mommy talk.....could be quite a laugh seeing how far we could stretch those buds before they tore off!" said Paul.

"I wonder what Mommies' tits are like?" Dean said, nodding towards Marion.

"One way to find out, Darling!" laughed Kate, and she took hold of the neckline of the black silky dress Marion was wearing and tried to rip it from her body.

It didn't even tear.

Marion was jerked up from the leather bed and bounced back down, crying out in fear.

"Get me a knife Sam, please" Kate said, so I went to the bar and brought back a short but very sharp blade.

"Right...now let's see the goodies" Kate gurgled dirtily, and used the knife to slit open the front of the black silk dress. She peeled the fabric aside to reveal a well-filled black lace bra. which rose and fell rapidly with Marion's panicked breathing.

Everyone came back to stand around Marion once again, her daughter left sobbing and ashamed with her tits sticking out from under her hiked up clothing.

"Go on, then" Dean grinned, and his slave-mistress eagerly obeyed, slitting the bra. strap between the proud cups so that she could jerk the tattered lace from under Marion and fully expose her breasts.

Allowing for her recumbent position, they were still pretty big, and firmer than the men had expected. After all, she was the mother, but she had kept her body in trim and could easily have passed for her daughter's older sister.

Again the collective murmur of approval, the wetting of pussy lips, the slight stiffening of cocks. Those breasts were prime torture material.

Seeing a slight nod from her employer, Kate knew to progress with the game.

"How about viewing the lower decks, comrades?" she smiled sweetly, lifting the long hem of Marion's evening dress so we all had a glimpse of long legs in black sheer net stockings.

Tom caught hold of the hem of the dress and wrenched it up Marion's legs. "Come on, people. We haven't got all day. We need to get this bitch to talk. Stop playing around and get her naked so we can start to make her do what she's fuckin' told!".

The poor woman screamed with horror as the uniformed "officers" set about ripping her dress from her body. They soon had her lying there with only her garter belt and her sexy nylons remaining, her black lace knickers having been slit at the crotch so the vee over her dark bushy triangle slipped down between her out spread legs.

Tom, still playing the impatient hard man, leaned over her and thrust his hand up between her legs to cup her pussy in his palm. "Better start talking, Mrs. fucking West, or I'll start doing things to you no woman wants to even think about. Come on, who are you working for?"

Paul and Roger, still the "goodies", did a bit of soothing down, Tom playing up to them saying it would be best to let Kate get the needles out and start to torture the kid.

"How about if we let Mummy dear see what her daughter looks like in the nude in front of us, first?" Paul suggested. "She'll probably talk to save her little girl getting ... well,...there are things I'm sure we'd like to do to such a pretty young lady, boys, aren't there?".

Dean was less careful about his choice of words. "That's it. Let's fuck the kid. I've got a hard on already."

Unfastening the zip on his combat pants, he pulled his penis out and displayed it only inches from Marion's horrified eyes. He held the swollen tip between thumb and forefinger, lewdly peeling the foreskin back over the ridge of his glans, the shaft throbbing slightly as he masturbated slowly.

"That's it. Stand this cunt up so she can watch the kid get shafted!" Kate squeaked with eager enthusiasm, rotating the wheel that lifted the leather couch into a vertical plane. As Marion was brought upright, we all saw how much bigger her breasts looked, now pushing forward with very firm contours and a lovely deep cleavage.

She was really starting to panic, begging us not to hurt her daughter and pleading for us to check up on her story that she was just a normal tourist and had nothing to do with drug runners.

I saw how frequently her brown eyes flicked to Deans' cock. She knew he was excited. It was staying very hard and stiff with only the minimum of hand work.

His partner, Kate, was eager to get to some action, already pawing Penny's naked breasts, occasionally pinching her lovely pale pink nipples and squeezing them until she had the girl mewling with pain.

"I can't fuck her tied to this damned chair" Dean growled.

"How about if she sucks you off instead, Darling ?" Kate suggested.

"Noooogghhh...please.....leave us alone..." Penny squealed, struggling with absolutely no result against the heavy ropes holding her in the chair.

Tom slapped her face. "Learn to talk when you're told to, bitch. My friend wants you to suck his cock. You know how to do it. Open your fuckin' mouth or I'll smash your face to a pulp, bitch. I quite like punching a pretty girl senseless, so do it right if you don't want a broken jaw!".

Kate grabbed the girls' nose, making her open her mouth. Dean caught hold of the pretty breast mounds, digging his fingers in hard. "You bite me, bitch, and I'm going to cut these tits off in thin bloody slices, understand?"

"Leave her alone, you monster" Marion yelled, able to see much better now she was upright.

I looked at Karl and gave him a slight nod. Time for us to join the fun. Our fists connected with the mothers' belly in a vicious four blow tattoo. She was too busy gagging and struggling for breath to actually scream.

My pussy tingled. There's something extremely sexy about punching a helpless woman in the belly. It's not just the cruelty, which turns me on anyway, of course, but the uninhibited release of power, just slamming my fist in.

The way it sinks into the unprotected flesh, the look of amazed pain in the victims' eyes, surprised that she should suddenly hurt so dreadfully, the panic as the next blows drive still more air from her body and she really thinks for a moment or two that she will die because she can't breathe....

I smiled at her as she gasped for air and made funny gurgling sounds, twitching on the leather as if she had been shocked.

"Talk when you're told to, mother dear. You had your chance. Now we'll see how your kid learns to behave."

Penny actually was doing rather well. She couldn't make any noise, of course, because Dean had one hand twisted into her brown locks and was jerking her head back and forth as he fucked her throat with very fast and deep strokes, his cock bruising the back of her throat and forcing half way down her gullet.

At least he was not screwing her tits around any more. All she had to worry about was getting enough breath between the throat-filling thrusts of his good-sized penis.

It wouldn't be long before she got her first mouthful of male seed. Dean was making those manly grunts that mean his balls were tightening up ready for the big bang, and the poor cow's head was flying back and forth faster than ever, her little sad whining noises probably caused because Dean's fingers in her hair were nearly pulling her scalp off.

He pulled her face hard into his crotch when the spurting jets came from his penis, holding her so close that she really was being suffocated, his knob bent so far down her throat that breathing through her nose wouldn't work.

Kate had seen him almost kill women this way before, so she watched closely until little Penny's ankles started to tremble against her bonds in a particular way that showed she was almost passing out, then she closed her fingers around his ball sac and gently but inexorably drew him back from the choking girl.

The teenager spluttered and coughed, globules of spunk spilling from her bruised lips. She fought for breath, staring in horror at the slightly softened cock from which Dean was milking the last drops, shaking it to deposit the creamy splashes over her breasts.

We played our party game for a while, telling Marion that what she had just seen was nothing compared with what we could do to her kid. The poor bitch was distraught, begging us to believe her, swearing she had only had a couple of roaches and knew nothing about drug suppliers.

While we spoke, we sort of fondled her, male and female fingers groping between her legs, crawling over the full curves of those lovely breast, tracing suggestively over her belly and down her thighs.

Tom was behind me, one finger curled into my pussy. I made sure Marion could see what he was doing, raising the hem of my short "military" skirt so she could see my black lace knickers were pulled to one side to expose my pussy-lips already swollen and slippery with pre-juice.

Paul and Roger pretended to try and argue against Dean and Kate, who were urging us all to get to the serious pain games to make Marion talk. Then Tom said that maybe if we fucked the kid it would show Marion we were serious.

"At least get the kid spread out so we can get to her holes !"

We used the two plus two bar system, one to secure her legs apart, one for her wrists, then the third bar in front of her at about waist height and the fourth behind at about the same height. Pull the wrist and ankle bars forward, and she's bent over with her pert little arse sticking out, just begging to be abused, jerk her back and she arches over the other bar with her pussy pouting as if it's asking to be fucked.

As we secured her, she was still gurgling and choking on the remnants of that full ejaculation of Deans' sperm. Rivulets of the stuff trickled down her chin. Her eyes had a sort of glazed horror, as if she could not really believe these things were happening, and her attempts to resist were soon overcome when Tom gave her a really good punch in her belly.

When we pulled the ropes that secured the wrist and ankle bars, and she suddenly felt the strain of standing stark naked in a helpless "X" against the bend-over bars, she really started to panic.

So did her mother. She had seen her virgin daughter take a big cock down her throat, and now her pretty daughter was spread-eagled like a starfish in front of a group of soldiers with their cocks all rising rapidly at the view.

She screamed at us to stop it, still convinced that telling us she was a Canadian would somehow help her.

Tom and I stood in front of her, and she stopped her shouting. She looked at me and pleaded with me to help her. "You're a woman, you must know I'd do anything to help my daughter....please believe me...we have nothing to do with drugs, I swear. Please don't let them touch my daughter!".

I unfastened my dark military style skirt and let it slide down my legs. Tom peeled the lace panties down my thighs, actually kneeling in front of me to pull them over my heels and taking the opportunity to nuzzle his face against my snatch and slip his tongue up my groove. I parted my legs, and he pulled the side petals of my vulva to one side, so I pushed my forefinger into my cunt. "Sweetie, I'm going to watch them fuck your pretty little girl and probably come like a bitch on heat. Then I'll help them open your cunt for a bit of old fashioned shagging, too. Unless you decide to talk, of course."

I nearly came anyway. The way her face crumpled. Her last hope that a woman would understand and help her......and she could see I was as bad as the men.

"Go on, Captain. Why don't you let this cow know what her kid is going to feel like with the lads' cocks opening up her virgin holes ? I bet a woman of this one's age would feel the same if you gave her a good fisting !"

"Now that's a good idea,Darling" he grinned. And Tom needed no second bidding.

As her petals were ruthlessly pulled open by his greedy fingers, I reached down and wanked his prick a little, just to keep it really hard when he forced half his hand inside the sobbing slut.

Young Penny was screaming as well now, bent forward over the steel bar with Paul holding her arse cheeks apart. His boyfriend was pressing the purple dome of his circumcised cock into the pale brown crinkly rose bud of her virgin sphincter.

Rape was bad enough, but to be raped up her arse was even worse. Between Paul's legs, Kate had dropped to her knees and was using her tongue to taste the virginal pussy and also lubricate Paul's weapon. It obviously had the desired effect as he gave a roar of lust and thrust in to poor Penny with the force of a raging bull.

It's strange. You hear some poor kid screaming while she is being abused, and it is a nice background to the fun we have, but, just occasionally, there's a scream that makes the hairs on the nape of the neck tingle with excitement, and when Penny West's anus opened for the first time to admit a man's cock, she gave us one of those screams! … … Delicious.

Tom has his own way of fisting a woman. He forms his fingers into a point all together, as if you are holding something tiny between thumb and all four fingers. This makes a shape like a lemon squeezer, the narrow end is pushed between the labia, then the wrist twisted violently from side to side in a screwing motion as he adds pressure on the captive pussy, thus not only opening her up, but hurting her more than a straight push.

As Penny shrieked with the first cock ever in her body, Tom managed to screw his hand into Marion at just the right time, his wrist thrusting into her vagina just as that luscious shriek came from her daughter.

Mother's shriek of pain blended with daughters.

This was becoming very sexy.

Once in a cunt, there are plenty of options. Just hammer as deep as possible and thud against her womb, spear her with straightened finger jabs, spread the digits out to give her a manual version of the Pear, or clamp finger nails into the bump ring of her os and make her feel what it's like to have you screw and crush that nice little ring for a while.

My wrist and hand is small, so I tend to use my long nails to hurt any woman I investigate internally, but the big male hand now fully enclosed in Marions' pussy was making her yell just by being there.

I almost felt sorry for the poor woman, having to hear her daughter screaming as she was arse-raped. It probably hurt her more than being assaulted herself by Tom.

He was doing nasty things inside her, judging by her sudden squirms of pain and gasps of horror.

I began to fondle Marions' breasts, just stroking the rounded sides and slipping my fingers under the lowest curves to lift slightly and feel the weight of her breasts. Tom pulled his wrist out, exposing a smear of blood on the back of his pussy-juiced hand, then slammed back into her with cruel brutality. The big breasts jumped from my hands as she arched off the couch in agony.

Feigning annoyance, I grabbed both her nipples and jerked them from side to side a couple of times, hard enough to make tears start to trickle down her cheeks. Karl slammed a couple of cruel chopping blows down on the globes, snapping her nipples from my grip.

Lower down, Tom was fist fucking her with brutal force. Her insides would be bruised for days….if she lasted that long.

Paul was hammering away at the youngster in a positive Heaven of delight, her tight little arce gripping his shaft tightly, Kate still slurping on his cock from below as well as tongueing Penny. He was starting the bunny strokes, grunting with effort and getting even harder as his balls tightened up and he raced towards the first deposit of sperm in young Pennys' lower regions. It was too good to pull out, though he was like most men and frequently liked to jerk his cock out of the man or woman he was raping to enjoy squirting his ejaculation over their bodies or into their eyes.

This time he just arched forward to make that last violent thrust enter as far as humanly possible, grabbing the girls breasts and crushing them brutally as he felt his semen gush into her bowels and had the pleasure of letting his cock slowly subside cocooned in a warm wet girl hole.

Kate continued her oral attention. That girl loved the taste of sex, male, female, mixed with piss or dark with shit. Nuzzling a virgin and ready to lick clean the anal invader were tasks of sheer pleasure to her. She gurgled happily as she waited for the softening penis to slither out of the girl and into her mouth.

I enjoyed making sure her mother saw the way Pennys' sphincter stayed open, not closing as it would have done after passing a stool of similar size to Pauls' cock.

"See how your girls' arcehole is so stretched, Mrs.West?" I smiled sweetly, as I pinched her nipples savagely. "The lads will take turns in her and she'll be able to park a compact in there when they're finished….and we've got her virgin little cunt to break open soon. Don't you think a concerned mother might decide to help her poor daughter and tell us all about the drug cartel now?"

"Please, I don't know anything about drugs!" Marion groaned. "You must stop this .... We have not done anything wrong. You can't do things like this to us. Who are you people?"

Her words came out in little jerky rhythms, timed by the thrusting fist Tom was still hammering in her belly.

"We are the authorities, dear, and we can and will do anything we want to make you tell the truth."

I just love seeing the desperation in their eyes. It must be so mind blowing to know you really are telling the truth and no one believes you.

Roger had his cock out, already hard. He more or less pushed his male lover aside and gave a growl of pleasure as he saw the open bottom drooling sperm and a trace of blood down Pennys' thighs.

He thrust into her at once. Kate gave a satisfied little gurgle to have another hard cock sliding next to her cunt-licking tongue. His balls slapped against her face. He was going as deep and as hard as he could, wanting it to hurt.

He and Roger are unusual. Homosexual men I have met in my comparatively short but perverted life tend to exhibit any sadistic desires towards other men and often young boys. This couple seem to love arce-fucking unwilling women. Yet they don't want to fuck a willing one….or at least, in the many times I have been on call, they have never wanted to fuck me, back or front.

They also like cutting tits off, in a variety of extremely cruel ways……

A second coming, more sticky grey bubbles flowing from that teenage arcehole, the girl sobbing and moaning, her mother unable to believe that two men have already raped her poor child.

Dean took a turn, but he wanted to split Penny's cherry.

We made sure Marion had a good view, arching Penny backwards now so her belly thrust forward to be fully accessible.

We waited for the scream.

We saw Deans' cock surge into her, saw the blood smearing the length of his shaft as he ripped her hymen to bits.

And shuddered with sadistic glee as we heard the girl's cry of absolute horror when her virginity was greedily taken by the rutting man.

Rape, the one act that almost every one of our POP male customers wants to include in his purchase.

I find it exciting to watch, I love to do it. . .Oh, yes, we can. . . Strap a dildoe on, and we can rape a girl more thoroughly than the most determined of males. And we can keep going for as long as we like, ripping the bitch open with a nice barbed steel shaft or using an acid creamed dong that slowly burns her deepest recesses while the other end of the double ender transmits all her squirms of agony right to the depths of our own sex-receptors.

Sorry, gentlemen, but we ladies have often been accused of being more deadly than the males, and, though less numerous, a cruel woman can out perform any male when it comes to torture and rape.

Tom pulled his well-smeared hand out of Marion's cunt and, as I had been making sure he stayed hard, replaced it with his cock.

Karl and I fucked, enjoying the sight and sound of mother and daughter rape.

We were all soon getting worn out, and decided to have a bit of a break.

. . . . .

Showers, a few drinks, cigars for the men, a bit of chat about what were the best bits of the initial "interrogation" and the victims being washed down and refreshed by the cabin staff, then we were ready to go back and play more painful games.

Because it adds a bit of fun to our pleasures, we had all resumed wearing our military style outfits, looking like a third rate South American police state terror squad.

Marion and Penny were standing, arms above their heads, chained to spreader bars.

They had been re-attired in black mesh stockings held up by black suspender belts. They wore very high-heeled shoes (probably the first time ever for Penny, and certainly she had never worn sexy nylons before) and bikini sized knickers and bras. in scarlet and black lace.

They looked like models posing for a kinky bondage magazine. Only the fear that lined Marion's face and the pain that made poor Penny look older than her sixteen years spoiled the glamour shoot image.

We had agreed a sort of scenario where Kate and I would now seem to be the leaders of the interrogation team, the men performing as we requested.

We both had short skirts, long black leather patent boots, very low cut blouses, and Swastika-like scarlet and black arm-bands. A couple of Natzi type bitches.

The way those two looked at us, absolutely petrified with fear, showed that we had achieved the desired effect.

"I think we should concentrate on the mother" I said to Kate.

"She must know the details of the cartel, I suppose" Kate nodded, "but I reckon we can get her to talk quicker if we hurt that fuckin' bitch kid of hers."

"Please, I beg you…listen to me! We haven't done anything. We're just tourists. We're Canadians, we don't know anything about drugs…"

"Shut the fuck up !" Kate shouted, swinging round and delivering a full kick into Marion's belly. The poor woman tried to double up in pain, but her overhead wrists prevented this, and her legs actually drew up off the deck so for a few seconds she hung from her chained arms, increasing her pain.

"You fuckin' talk when we tell you, cunt, otherwise keep your fuckin' mouth shut or I'll sew your fuckin' lips together," Kate snarled. She had a quaint way of expressing herself. Never use a word if a swear word will suffice. And I knew her brutality was not an act. She's one of the most bloodthirsty mares I know.

I waited for Marion to recover, smiling sweetly at her as she gagged for breath.

"There. That's better. Are you feeling better now?"

She sort of gurgled, but nodded her head.

"Good. So let me tell you what is going to happen next. We think you are a supplier or a runner for the drug barons in our locality. You are going to tell us all about it. Of course, we expect you'll deny it at first, so we have to make sure you are going to tell the truth, and the best way is to torture you. We can give you pain so bad that you will wonder how your body can stay alive. In fact, you will probably beg us to let you die. And, of course, you could be one of these people who is trained not to give information, so we might torture your daughter as well. I think we'll do you first. Then you'll know how much it hurts Penny."

"Oh, let's do them both together! " Kate growled.

"No, Kate. We'll play with Mommy first. Would you bring the trolley over? We'll start with some nice tongue looseners that don't mark their bodies too badly. I'm sure the boys will want to fuck them both again afterwards."

Karl and Tom trundled the trolley over.

I almost wet myself seeing the way our captives' eyes widened with dread as they saw the neatly laid out instruments that suggested diabolical horrors. Scalpels, clips, branding irons, and coils of wire with hooks or clips as the terminals. We had a few old instruments, too. A couple of pears, one opened so the poor bitches could see how huge the prongs were, and a bunch of dildoes that would scare me.

"How about with a bit of juice ?" I purred, picking up four coils of wire, plugs at one end, crocodile clips at the other.

"Oh, that's shocking!" Kate giggled. "Tits and pussy?"

"Toes and armpits, first" I smiled. "Just so she'll know what it'll feel like if we do get… …er … intimate."

"I don't think that'll do much" Kate grumbled, but she bent down and snapped a couple of croc clips on Marions' big toes, not yet removing any of her sexy clothing.

I clipped the other two to a pinch of flesh under each arm-pit, perfectly exposed with Marions' arms raised overhead to the spreader bar. We plugged the other ends into a control box on the trolley. Marion whimpered, but nothing happened.

"Are you going to tell us what we want to know, Sweetie?" I said, stroking my hands gently down her body and touching her briefly between the legs.

She was half way through repeating her scared protests of innocence when Kate jabbed the button and a huge high voltage low amperage shock went from toes to armpits, Marions' body arching forward and shuddering as if she had St.Vitus' Dance. Her scream was peculiar, vibrating in the rhythm of her helpless pain. I love that sound.

Her face went white and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, a few splashing me as her head thrashed from side to side.

"Talk you silly cunt or we'll fuck with your head until you're fuckin' crazy!" Kate snarled, and let another brutal shock tear through our lovely victim.

On the third shock, urine came splattering out of her tiny bikini bottom.

Her daughter was screaming at us to stop. The gay fellows were pawing the teenager, and Dean was unzipping and pulling out his engorged cock, screams bringing him up faster than Viagra.

Things were beginning to get cosy.

We peeled the soaking triangle of black lace down Marions' thighs, leaving them half way down her thighs, and Kate's fingers delved inside the damp cleft.

"Come on, Samantha, why pretend ?" she growled. "This cow's trained to resist questioning. We'll have to do her harder. Let's stick a fuckin' shock stick up her cunt!"

"I'm not!" Marion shrieked. "Please, you've got to believe me. . . "

Then she tried hard to wriggle to prevent us driving a ten inch steel bar up her pussy, screwing on a heavy wire, and then screwing down the two little clamps where the balls would be if the shocker was a cock.

This was one of the instruments our stock providing lawman made in his sideline factory. It hurt a lot more than just a cattle prodder.

Both labia majoris now held in tiny steel jaws, the rod stuck deep inside her vagina, absolutely guaranteed not to be ejected unless we cut her cunt lips off first.

"This is going to hurt, cunt."

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH"

..

Unless you have been lucky enough to actually see a woman having an electric shock administered to the inner tube of her vagina, you can have no idea what her body does.

Saying that she writhed or struggled and screamed just doesn't go a fraction of the way to telling you what she looks like.

She vibrates with total soul consuming sense destroying paroxysms of unadulterated total agony.

We have their arces cleaned out before a session, but this pussy shock still makes them shit themselves.

They bleed at the mouth, teeth chattering helplessly and cutting their tongues or lips.

Their hands bleed, finger nails gouging their palms.

I've even had a couple who dislocated their spines and rather spoiled our games by arching so violently that they became virtual cripples.

If they are hung arms-up, like Marion, their legs leave the ground, drawn up so they look like they want to show off their pussy slits as if they are on a gynaecological couch.

We even have to use stronger than normal rope if we tie a woman down for these internal shocks. They jerk so hard they can break serious restraints with an almost superhuman strength.

And Marion was getting them one after the other, varying intensity, some to arms, some to toes, but the worst to pussy hole.

Kate played her with skill, long gaps sometimes so the sweating gurgling victim began to think it was over, then a dozen one after the other so the scream was almost constant and the poor bitch could hardly breathe.

We usually like to make a sort of special occasion out of taking a virginity, but the sight of Marion's big breasts leaping and shuddering on her galvanised body was too much for the men, roused beyond patience by the intensity of the shrieks, and determined to shoot their loads into tight girl flesh…

Dean was in front of the hanging teenager, his cock deep into her de-hymenised vagina, whilst Tom was behind her, opening that pretty arcehole up again. The two other guys were holding an ankle each, spreading the kid's legs and greedily watching her twin holes being violated by thick rampant cockshafts, knickers stretching between her thighs.

Only poor Karl was unable to join the fun, but that was our job, to provide the action rather than do it ourselves. He enjoyed watching even when he was not actually playing with one of our victims, as did I.

I don't think her mother was sufficiently in control of her mind to actually see what the men were doing to Penny, or hear the girl's cries and pleas. Her world had been narrowed down to a succession of nerve shattering explosions that started below her shoulders, at her feet, or deep inside her belly.

Kate is one of those girls who gets so excited she goes over the top.

A torturer should maintain a certain level of control, because even when you are giving a victim the most deliciously savage torture, you have to be sure they are experiencing it to the full.

There is not much point in branding an unconscious woman. You're just cooking meat.

Kate had turned the power up, and was holding the button down longer.

Her subject's eyes were rolling back in her head, the struggles becoming more spasmodic, sometimes not seeming to react to a shock.

There was a sharp ozone smell in the air, like one gets if electrical equipment burns out.

"Fuck you, cunt!" Kate was screeching, one hand repeatedly pressing the shock button, the other between her own legs where she could thrum her clit as her desire boiled over into a sort of rumbling continuous orgasmic bliss.

I stepped back and let her do it. Marion was virtually mindless, twitching as her muscles reacted to impulses of electricity, gurgling now, voice torn to a croaking soreness by the repeated screams.

Karl was standing by me, and I moved against him when he slipped a hand under the silly "military" skirt to play with my mound.

And soon it was over, Marion hanging from bleeding wrists, mouth sagging open, eyes glazed and un-seeing.

Her daughter, sobbing, defeated, sperm oozing from her twin raped orifices and dripping onto the deck.

"Oh, hell. You've gone a bit far with her" Dean grumbled.

Catching hold of Marion's bikini clad breasts and jerking them cruelly, he only provoked a dull moan from the shocked woman.

"Sorry" Kate gasped, "but I was just soooghhh turned on. It was gorgeous seeing her jerk. I just couldn't stop!"

There was the making of a squabble here. Slave girl exceeding her duties. I wondered if Kate was in for a beating.I gave Karl the nod to stay out of it.

When clients sometimes go a bit wild with a girl and spoil her too quickly, it is best if we let them make all the following decisions. Prevents any accusation of us having taken away any of their fun.

"She'll need a bit of a rest, Dean. How about you pass me that cattle prod,it's not as serious as the cunt-lip clipper,and we'll show the kid why mommy dear's gone all dozy!" Tom suggested.

"Oogh yes… put it up her arcehole!" Paul sniggered. He was poking his index finger in the still open entry to that ravished back passage, his lover Roger standing close behind him, one hand rubbing over Pauls' military style pants where a firm length of hardening cock-meat protruded from the flies, getting bigger, recovering quickly from its first climax of the session.

They so enjoyed hurting a pretty woman there.

Their sperm still drooled from the open sphincter, some traces of brown leaving wet skid marks down Pennys' upper thighs almost down to her stocking tops.

Remembering the scenario we had more or less rehearsed, Tom sauntered over to me and gave a sort of military salute.

"Will that be alright, Ma'am ?" he smiled holding the cattle prodder ready.

"Do you think you can make her talk?" I asked.

Tom's smile grew wider. "Don't rightly know, Miss Govash, but I sure as hell know I can make her scream!"

"Very well…if you must. I was hoping to have all the information by now. They are proving most obstinate."

"Don't worry, Miss. They'll talk soon enough. We just have to hurt them some more!"

Everyone moved to where we could see the girl from behind.

Tom winked at me, and very gently ran the tip of the prodder down Pennys' back and between the very sweet rounded cheeks of her bottom. Those pretty red and black bikini panties had been pulled halfway down her legs, helping to stop her kicking too well. The tiny bra. had somehow been popped upwards so it hung round her neck and her lovely young breasts were deliciously exposed, actually looking more sexy with the bikini bra above the pert pink nipples than they would have been totally naked.

She was sobbing, her eyes wide with absolute terror, tears streaking her eye shadow and mascara, head twisting from side to side to try and see what we were doing behind her.

Dean had pushed Kate to her knees in front of him. It seemed he had decided not to get mad at her for taking the electric torture a bit too far, and would be satisfied by some typical slave behaviour. She knew what to do, of course, and had extracted his cock and was just sliding her lips over the swollen glans when Tom pressed the trigger and we saw the teenager's body arch away from us and heard that wonderful sound of surprised agony rip from her throat in a piercing shriek . . .

Dean's prick leapt almost as much as the kid.

"You nearly put my fuckin' eye out!" Kate grumbled, earning herself a vicious slap round the face from Dean.

"Just do your fucking job!" Dean growled, pushing his considerably roused cock well down her throat.

Tom couldn't get the prod into the girl for a minute, her body shaking as she convulsed from the suspending spreader bar, but when he found the entrance he shoved it up her rectum with a brutal thrust and triggered the shock again, this time pressing forward so the poor slut was impaled on the cattle prodder even as she screamed and danced for us in her total agony.

Marion had found her voice again, the awful sound of her daughters' agony rousing her from the shock induced torpor, and she was screaming at us that she would tell us what we wanted if only we left Penny alone.

Considering she knew absolutely nothing, of course, this sounded rather a clever trick, and Tom pulled the prodder from Pennys' anus and walked over to the mother.

"I'm glad you have decided to co-operate, Mrs. West" he smiled. "We don't like having to hurt people, you know!".

The fact that Dean was clearly enjoying fucking his girls' face for all he was worth rather belied Toms' words.. . . . and Roger was using his revitalised member to arcefuck a delighted Paul, who was bending over the trolley of torture tools to present his ever-ready arce for attention.

"So tell us all about your dealings with the drugs cartel, Mrs. Weston", Tom smiled up at the hanging womans' tear-smeared face.

He reached up and tugged the woman's tiny bra. down, grinning as her large nipples popped into view. She whimpered as he lifted the prodder and ran the tip over the exposed buds.

"I…er…well, they don't let us know much…I just carried some drugs for them….Penny didn't know anything about it, I swear. I just wanted the money for…well, for our holiday !"

I was standing next to Tom. He looked at me and gave a shrug of his shoulders, then, without a word, he began to take off his clothes.

Marions' frightened eyes watched, her body quivering as the shocked muscles still fought to regain their normal control after the serious electric shocks.

Totally naked, Tom walked over to a desk to lay down his clothes, then came back and saluted me.

"Permission to cause actual physical damage, Ma'am?"

"You think she is lying?" I queried.

"Yes Ma'am. I believe she must have been trained to resist interrogation techniques. She and the girl are probably important members of the main drug cadre organisation."

"We're not!" Marion cried. "For God's sake, we haven't done anything wrong. You can't do this to us. Please, listen to me. You can check out everything I've told you. We're just TOURISTS".

I smiled at Tom. "I see what you mean. She's good. Almost sounds as if she believes it herself. What do you want to do – cut her tits off or go hurt the girl some more?"

"NOOOOOGGHHHH" Marion shrieked, suddenly gaining a remarkable reserve of energy as she twisted so deliciously hanging helplessly in front of us. My vagina was oozing. This vision of uncomprehending terror is such a wet-making thing.

"I think we'll torture the girl" Tom grunted.

"Then I'll unclip the shock bar from her mother. Maybe we could let her see how the kid takes serious electrical input !"

"Excuse me, Miss Govash . . ." Tom smiled,"Be careful when you take it out. You don't want to get your clothes dirty !"

"Oh, good point Major" I smiled. "Perhaps I might be more comfortable if I followed your example?"

"Well, I don't think either of these bitches will be telling anyone about how we treated them, Ma'am. Other than the prison officers of course. If they make it that far!"

"Help me with my blouse please, Major."

"Pleasure Ma'am!"

When I bent forward as I lowered my panties, Tom could not resist slipping his hand between my thighs from the rear and cupping the extremely moist pout of swollen pussy meat I was revealing. We both shivered with pleasure at the look in Marion's eyes. . . .horror, slow dawning realization that we were perverts, the sudden hand of sick fear clenching her heart as she understood that we were doing this because we enjoyed it, and that there was probably no hope that anything she said would stop us.

Tom unclipped my bra., and as I shook the straps down my arms and straightened up, I faced Marion naked but for stockings and boots. I smiled at her. "You'll feel better without this inside you, Mrs. West. Let me just unscrew these little clips and . . . oogh, you must have wet yourself. Oh dear. What a mess. Like pink champagne, dear. Must have a little blood in it for colouring! How quaint."

I withdrew the steel shock bar.

"There. Now you can concentrate on watching what we do to that girl of yours. And I really must get those four to concentrate. Anyone would think we were having an orgy."

The timing was just right, Dean gasping with the final hurried effort of thrusting his cock even further down Kate's throat as he began to ejaculate and Roger had pulled out of Pauls' backside just enough to spurt five creamy jets up onto the little hollow where Pauls' bum cheeks and spine met.

This was so he could then bend even lower and lap his own semen from his lovers' flesh. Those boys really enjoyed body fluids.

I bent forward,too, making Marion gurgle with disgust as I ran my tongue up the slit between her bruised pussy lips and flicked her little clit button with the tip of my tongue. I could feel Toms' penis slide over my left buttock, feel the sticky strand of snail-like pre-come he left. He was obviously fully roused, and there seemed no urgency to hurt Penny. Let her see what nice friendly folk we were first. So I licked Marion more firmly, setting my hands on her sweat wet hips, jutting my arse out for Tom.

"My God, you are disgusting!" Marion wailed as my tongue slipped a little deeper inside her cleft.

All I could say was "Mmmmmmm".

Then "MmmmMMMMOOOOGHHHFFFF" as Toms' penis slid firmly inside my excited vagina, meeting no resistance at all.

He is one of the POP clients I allow total access to my body.

Partly that is because he pays us an enormous amount of money, but it is mainly because I like his style of cruelty and enjoy his company. He's a first class lover, too, knowing not only how to turn a woman into a screaming banshee filled with pain but also how to spend time and patience to bring a willing partner to a full and fierce climax. Bent forward, pussy sucking, I knew I presented a very tempting target, bare rump above dark stocking tops.

The mark of Toms' skill was that he did not ram his cock into me as most men would do when presented with a pussy target so temptingly displayed. He slid gently forward, holding my hips to ease me back so I could feel his dome reach the end of my vagina, his belly meeting my bottom cheeks with an increasing pressure that made my pussy flower and want him even deeper.

I bit Marion, gently, like a lover, and groaned with pleasure as Tom very slowly pulled himself almost out of my clinging wetness before thrusting back a little harder.

I applied my natural talents to Mrs. Wests' sex zone, tongue delving, flicking, rasping and probing, lips kissing, sucking, varying from zephyr contact to urgent pressing, teeth nibbling, stretching, gently grinding and sometimes hurting just enough to let me feel her belly muscles clench as pain twitched her responses.

I can forget about torture when lovemaking gets this good.

My vagina walls were hardening, forming little ribbed furrows as blood pumped into the excited flesh.

My nipples grew, tingling as they slid against Marions' thighs, reacting instantly as Tom spared a moment to tweak both aureoles and squeeze just hard enough to make me shudder.

Between my legs I could feel wetness as my juices began to ooze down my inner thighs.

Tom was pumping harder, faster, building up speed in my love nest, making wet wind trap noises from within me, and knowing I was nearly there because I get rather noisy in the heat of passion and start swearing far more than I normally do.

"Yes. . fuck me . . .oogh . .fucker . .hard . . in .. .fuck . . yes s s . oooghh. . ."

Then I tasted Marion's cunt. She had responded, the dirty bitch. Tied up and with her own daughter being raped and tortured, the bitch was letting me taste her love juice.

It never ceases to amaze me how powerful sex is.

I was creaming, bubbling, juicing like a shuddering volcanic fountain, those lovely muscle-clenching thrills jabbing down my legs and making my toes curl.

Tom was emptying his maleness inside me, grunting and gasping as if he had just run a hundred metre hurdle race.

And Mrs. Marion Wests' quite large clitoris was standing to attention like a miniature cock between her flared labia petals. . . . .

I was panting, still using my mouth on the woman because I was certain she was enjoying it, and I wanted to shame her by making her react even more blatantly, when a shriek of agony reverberated round the cabin, effectively and virtually instantly destroying the female erection my tongue was playing with.

Roger and Paul were pushing needles into Pennys' nipples.

They secured her ankles to another bar and brought her spreadeagled body to a roughly 45 degree forward slope, thus encouraging her very shapely breasts to hang in a really accessible way. Her arms and legs were wide spread on the bars. We could do anything we wished to any part of her body without hindrance. Her panties still stretched in a low wide line from mid thigh to mid thigh, a little splash of scarlet and black between the dark mesh-stockinged open legs. The high heeled shoes looked quite sexy on her small feet below the padded restraints on her ankles. The boys had pulled her bra. off to get at her nipples with their needles and pliers.

They worked as a team, well practised at the art of tit torture, one of their favourite perversions. Roger squeezed a morsel of pale pink nipple flesh between the serrated jaws of a pair of long-nosed pliers. He smiled at Penny, twisting and pulling the entrapped morsel hard enough to make her yelp, then he almost gently pulled the pinched flesh forward until her breast seemed pointed. . . and that was when his lover gleefully probed the straining nipple with a long sharp needle, making the squealing girl shake her torso so violently that Roger lost his grip, smiled even more, and started again.

This time they held her breast, cupping the sleek underflesh, lifting it while the nipple was stretched, then gouging cruel fingers into the yielding meat to hold it still for the needle to penetrate her skin.

They were using quite large needles, but although long, they were actually quite fine. The idea is to look impressive whilst actually doing very little physical damage.

The victim doesn't know this, of course. She sees a six inch glinting steel shaft enter one side of her trapped meat and suddenly pop out the other side, impaled, skewered, run through with cold steel.

It hurts, less actually than you might suppose, but when two naked men are obviously thoroughly enjoying tormenting your nipples, you scream. Loud. And poor Marion pleads with us to listen to her, to understand that she really is just an innocent tourist, and for God's sake to stop hurting her poor little girl . . .

Dean and Kate had also removed what clothing remained after their lovemaking. Now Marion could see two nude women and five naked men, all of whom seemed determined to hurt her and her daughter. At long last, she began to understand that we did not really care about her supposed drug running. She sobbed, wincing as if she felt the pain each time her daughter squealed as another needle pierced her lovely breasts.

Dean crudely pushed two fingers into her vagina.

"Want to stop the boys puncturing the kid's tits, Darling?" he grinned, finger fucking her with obscene pleasure.

"Yes……please, anything!" Marion gurgled, a tiny ray of hope in her pain-wracked eyes.

"Give us a show, then. We all like watching a good porn show. Maybe we'd stop hurting you both if you did something we'd enjoy!"

"What . . . what sort of show?"

An extra loud scream from Penny. The boys had driven six needles through her right nipple, looped a thin cord round the base of the spiked teat, and jerked it upwards very savagely, the cord catching under the needles, mashing them together, and stretching the pale pink aureole to a three inch peak of intense agony.

"YESSSSS. . . anything!" Marion screamed. "I'll do anything. . .just stop them hurting Penny!".

Break time.

This may sound patronising, but please believe me, I don't mean it to be so. It's just that I know most people have not actually been able to enjoy a real live sex and torture session, and when I say it is extremely tiring, they probably think that is nonsense. But they are wrong. The men need some time to re-generate their sexual prowess, even if they do take certain helpful stimulants, and we women do like a little time out to powder and preen or do a discreet little pussy wash after getting a little too juicy down there.

And we have found by experience that our captives perform better, too, if there are regular down times for them to have a breather.

We each enjoyed helping pull the pins out of Pennys' nipple, then gave her one last jolt of pain as she was dabbed down with a very strong antiseptic.

And we went over to the bar for drinks, all staying virtually naked but for boots and so on, sitting on the bar stools as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Karl took a carafe of sugared water over to let both our guests have a drink.

Surprisingly, neither of them made a fuss. Mum had asked her daughter if she was alright, and Penny had gurgled "I'm alright, mummy, but we've got to get out of here!"

Her mother didn't reply. I was pretty sure she knew she would be lucky to get out of this little game alive.

"You got the picture?" Dean leered. Mrs. West and daughter sat on the edge of a large king sized bed.

They were not restrained in any way. Both wore the suspender belts, dark mesh nylons, and high heeled shoes as before.

Dean had just explained to Mrs. West what sort of act he wanted her to perform with her pretty daughter.

White faced and trembling, Marion held her daughters' hand and tried to keep her voice from breaking into tears as she told Penny she must do what Dean had told her.

We were all watching, and had drawn comfortable loungers up alongside the bed. The boys were playing with each other, just gently peeling their foreskins back and forth. Kate was kneeling so she could spend a little time licking Deans' cock and balls whilst still able to watch the command performance. Tom and I were curled together, his hands toying nicely with my breasts, and Karl sat behind Kate, one hand between her legs, just keeping her fires stoked.

"Open your legs, Darling" Marion choked, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, Mom. . . I can't do this . . . it's disgusting!"

"Please, Sweetheart. Do it to stop them hurting us!".

"That's right, Kid," Dean chuckled. "Give us a real dirty fuck show, or we'll put red hot fucking needles in your tits next time!"

Destruction of innocence. Enforced obscenity. Forcing a nice normal clean-living mother and daughter to perform like whores. Absolutely delicious.

Penny spread her legs. The fairly fine thatch on her pudenda was a mid brown, slightly lighter than her hair. The quite neat slit line just showed the crinkle edges of her labia, recovered from the rape now, dry and pale.

"Spread her cunt!" Dean ordered. "Go on, peel those pussy lips open, cunt. We want to see her crease all wide and ready for your fucking tongue, don't we ?"

We all watched with smiles on our faces as mother dear reached between her teenage daughters' thighs and, for the first time in maybe fifteen years, actually took hold of the rolled in flesh of pussy meat, then gently eased it apart, the darker pink crinkly meat showing between the puppy dogs' ears held open and a little upwards so we could all see right into the opening of Pennys' cunt.

The girl arched her back slightly, almost looking as if she was enjoying it until you saw her face all screwed up with absolute loathing. That arching was her struggling to stay open, to lie there and let her mother pull open her cunt to show all us grinning naked perverts.

"Finger fuck her first."

"Oh God forgive me," murmured softly from Mrs. West as she so gently eased her right forefinger half an inch into the eye of her kids' pussy, trying to do it so delicately that she could pretend it wasn't happening.

Then the whip slashed down over Marions' bottom and she screeched in pain and rolled off the bed to tumble on deck in a tangle of stockinged legs, the kid struggling into a sitting up position, not knowing mom had a red line etched over her arse from Deans' short rhino whip.

They had not noticed it lying ready to hand, and they had no idea what an acknowledged expert Dean was with a whip.

He fairly jumped to his feet, sending Kate tumbling backwards into Karl, who grinned as he got an armful of bare girl, his hands almost automatically closing over her well filled boobs to steady her fall.

The whip whistled down, and Marion hunched up into a defensive ball as another burning stripe etched a livid line over her shoulders.

"Leave her alone!" Penny yelled, foolishly but bravely swinging her legs off the bed in an attempt to help her mother.

Before her feet had touched the ground, Dean had back-swung the short but heavy whip and hit her full in the face. She gurgled with horror, blood spilling, the force and incredible explosive pain smashing her backwards to sprawl open legged and only half conscious for a moment, not conscious enough, unfortunately, to take evasive action as the second whip stroke fell over her left thigh, slicing open the pretty mesh nylon, drawing a little more blood from a deep wealt.

"Don't you dumb cunts understand the position you're in?" Dean raged. He swung the whip menacingly.

"Oh God. . . your face . . .Oh, Darling what has he done?", from a disoriented Marion getting to her knees, her own pain forgotten when she saw the blood spilling over the youngsters' cheeks.,.

This was the first real sign of actual damage. Needles hardly leave a mark. Electricity only leaves hidden internal blisters and not a sign on the outside, at least for a while.

Dean kicked her under her ribs. She twisted and rolled to the side, crying as she gulped to try and drag breath into lungs so viciously emptied. Her legs were open just wide enough for his foot to lash forward between her thighs, kicking her right in the groin. Her legs drew up and she struggled to her knees. This meant her breasts were hanging down and looking very full and tempting. So he kicked her in the left breast.

Penny had made it off the bed. The whip stroke had actually split her lower lip and given her a purplish wealt on her right cheek. A good backhander would have left similar marks.

She wiped her mouth and coughed as the metal taste filled her mouth, but, for a sixteen year old, she had some guts. She almost threw herself into Dean, hands clawing for his face with murderous intent.

Kate and Karl were like a good team. They had the girl from behind, screwing their legs round hers, grabbing her wrists, and hauling her back onto the bed. They were laughing. We don't usually have to fight our victims!

In a few moments, Penny was spreadeagled and roped down.

Suddenly she looked like a sixteen year old again. Defenceless, scared, totally helpless.

Dean was on his knees with one arm round Marions' throat, bending her backwards. He bit her ear, not a love bite. He bit it like Mike Tyson, chewing off a bit of the lobe. Then he began to tighten his grip and she realized he was cutting off her breath. Her hands came up, clawing at his arm. He squeezed even tighter, and Marion saw dancing tiny star bursts in the space before her eyes, like closing your eyes after watching fireworks and still seeing remnants of the display on your retina. Her legs seemed to straighten out as if they were galvanised, her heels drumming on the floor. She made a little pool as urine dribbled from her urethra unbidden. Her eyes bulged. Her long auburn hair began to shimmer out in a cloud as her head shuddered and twisted in a desperate effort to get free of the choking forearm. Black shadows started to edge the stars towards the centre of the screen. Unbelievably, she felt a different sort of wetness in her loins, an unwanted but unstoppable feeling of sexual arousal. She heard Deans' voice, right next to her bloody ear yet sounding as if he was shouting at her from a long way away.

"You'll fuckin' do what I tell you or I'll fuckin' KILL you, BITCH!!!" . . and she could breathe as he threw her head away from his hairy chest and she rolled face down, gurgling and gulping air, the sex feeling overwhelmed with a sense of thankfulness that she wasn't going to die after all.

Poor cow.

I watched the colour return to her cheeks and wondered if she knew how much better it would have been for her if Dean had simply choked the life out of her.

This time she stuck her finger up her daughters' cunt as if she wanted to find out how deep it was in one push.

"Two fingers, cunt!"

"Now get your face in there and suck her pussy. She comes, and I don't heat those needles up red hot to stick in her tits again. She doesn't come, and when I've turned her tits into a fuckin' pin cushion, I cut the fuckers off. You got me, Mrs. Fucking West?"

Sitting on the bed by Penny's outspread wrists, Kate bent low and gently let her nipples run over the angry bruise on the young girls face. "Hope you're hearing this, Sweetie. You sure as hell better get your rocks off for Mommy dear, or she's gonna see you fuckin' bleed!"

We had all seen two women together before, the classic pose, making Marion scoot round and squat over Pennys' face, then lean forward so she could dip her mouth into Pennys' snatch. Hell, we had done it. . . or rather we girls had and the men had joined in fucking or fondling hot bits that took their fancy.

But making an innocent mother tongue her even more innocent daughter in front of us nudie perverts was a gas.

Dean was getting a distinct hard on. He clambered on the bed behind the bent over mother. She groaned as his cock slid into her cunt from behind. He gripped her hips and began to ride her, all the time taunting her, telling her what a filthy bitch she was, a paedophilic pervert seducing her own daughter, and gleefully reminding her that she had better be good at it or she'd see Pennys' tits chopped off.

Penny, of course, was looking straight up at Deans' balls, watching his cock press deep in her mothers' hole, then re-emerge coated in shiny fluids before slurping back even deeper.

Kate thought this was a good opportunity for the girl to taste a bit of cunt juice, too, so she put both hands under Penny's neck and hoisted her face up to mash in the juncture of pistoning cock and parting pussy lips.

This naturally offended a sixteen year old who had been a virgin only a few short hours ago. She tried her hardest to twist her face away from mommys' swollen pussy petals and the thick veiny shaft pumping in and out of them.

"Girl, you just don't fuckin' listen, do you?" Kate snarled in her ear.

"You gotta cum like a proper little fuck toy for Mama dear, or we start to use red hot needles on your titties, girl. Now, fuckin' lie back and make like you like a bit of nice sexy cunt sucking or I swear I'll make you scream so much you'll lose your fuckin' mind!"

Kate's sweet advice actually seemed to be heeded. The teenager stopped struggling and seemed to lie more relaxed, her leg muscles no longer corded as she stopped pulling against her bonds.

I don't know if it was fear or exhaustion, but when she stopped being quite so wound up, her cunt petals actually spread a little. We could see the inner groove, wet and shiny as Marion desperately licked and flicked her tongue in her daughters' hole.

It took time, but the girl eventually began to quiver. We saw how her nipples had swollen. Her belly was moving in a new slightly suggestive way. The young cunt was starting to feel heat build up deep in her belly.

Dean was still riding the mother. I had to admire his staying power. For variety he had pulled out of her cunt a couple of times and spent a few minutes thrusting into her arcehole.

We could all see that Marion was reluctantly exhibiting signs of being turned on, too. Believe me, if a healthy and sexually proficient mature woman has to endure rape for any length of time, there comes a moment when her body switches from non-cooperation and outrage to acceptance.

At that stage, fluids flow. If you have got to endure the fucking, at least squirt a bit of lubricant into the system to prevent it hurting so much. Doing that triggers the receptors in the upper walls of your vaginal canal. Hey, body. . . . I'm oozing pre-come so I must be turned on. Engorge the furrows. Poke out the nipples. Stiffen the clitoris and start to feel the shivers down the thighs. . . that's better . . bit more juice down below, engage blood transfusion to cervical receptors.

And suddenly she's panting, her tongue reaming her own daughter's pussy like it tastes of honey, her arce high, pushing back against the thrusts of a naked man she hates and is scared to death of, but who is pumping his love tool against all those buzzing receptors that are about to scream YESSSS in her brain and let orgasmic spasms surge right down to her toes. . . . and the pheromones attack even her scared shitless daughters' mind, cancelling outrage, dulling shame, forcing electric impulses of pleasure into wet hot sex flesh.

We were all watching quietly. Yes, the people who live for the thrill of tearing a woman to shreds, silenced and intent, waiting to see if this bizarre duo could reach such an unlikely plateau of sexual arousal.

Even Kate, perhaps the person least aware of any tender feelings, was actually gently rolling the teenagers nipple in her fingers, softly, not making those healed pin pricks hurt, but adding an insistent glow of arousal to the confused girls mind.

It would be nice to say we got them both to come.

It would have been a victory of vice over innocence.

And we know how ashamed it would make them feel.

But Dean came, and as he pulled out of Marion, his drooling sticky strands of sperm splattered onto the teenage girls' face. . . and her brave attempt to lie back and endure went by the board in a wave of total disgust. She went mental, bucking and heaving, totally throwing her mother's rhythm and nearly heaving her off the bed.

She was shouting "No" and thrashing from side to side. No way was she going to come for Moma.

So we changed tack, just because it was fun to do it, and hung her mother up by her outspread ankles. We held Penny and slapped her a bit to get her attention. "We're going to show you what real pain is, Penny. Your mother is going to scream. You can help her. As soon as you promise to suck her cunt until she comes, we'll stop the pain. D'you understand?"

The boys were in for this. They helped as we screwed spiked nipple clamps on Marions' gorgeous tits. They held her cunt lips for Karl and I to screw two more spiked plate clamps onto those, too, then they ran fine wire from nipple clamp to pussy lip via two small roller systems, one each side of the upside down brunette. These systems were clamped to steel stanchions.

Then we all took turns at winding the little ratchet handles on the rollers, hearing the click as the non-return cogs tightened the wire, and watching as Marion realized what was happening to her widening pussy gash and sideways elongating breasts.

Marion tried not to cry out. She was such a brave soul, not wanting her daughter to hear her screaming . . . so we dripped a couple of c.c. of sulphuric acid into the swollen silk soft red meat crinkled just below Marions' love button and listened to noise you wouldn't believe as her cunt slit smoked and her flesh bubbled and dissolved.

The noise was so loud, we couldn't hear Penny squealing "I'll do it!" at the top of her voice until the agony made her mother pass out.

An injection of stimulants brought Marion back to awareness. We rinsed her cunt clean, but she had a dollar sized scar etched into the centre of her crease, and we did not slacken the wire clips holding her apart.

With her long auburn hair swirling down almost to the deck, her net-stockinged legs wide open, supporting her upside down frame, cunt lips drawn apart, breasts elongated sideways, and face a mask of terror, Marion was quite an enticing sight.

With Penny standing there, head bent down, tongue tasting a bitter aftertaste on the crease of her mother's acid-etched cunt, the picture was even better.

Of course, Marion was in such pain that there was no way she could have experienced any pleasure at having her pussy sucked whoever was doing it.

With mounting glee, we all shouted obscene encouragement at the teenage girl, offering crude ideas of what she could try to get her mother to come. We also threatened her, all pretence of being remotely interested in drug smuggling now forgotten. Instead, the clients detailed acts of barbaric cruelty they said the poor girl would see performed on her mother.

Desperately, Penny used her fingers to try and drag a response from that wide-spread pussy, but her enthusiastic efforts helped our spike pad stretching to hurt even more, and Marion was never likely to feel pleasure in the pussy department again.

And then the moment I had been expecting for quite a while actually happened.

Dean got bored and decided it was time to see a bit of blood.

He gave his brutal little sex slave a short woven snakeskin whip and told her to "warm the lazy cunt up a bit", which Kate decided meant slicing the whip in a wide full power arc to crack with a noise like a pistol shot right into the crease where the curves of Penny's buttocks met the top of her legs.

The effect was almost comical. She leapt upwards as if kicked up the bum, sprawling forward into her mother's hanging body.

Both of them screamed, Penny the loudest. She had just about regained her stability when the whip sliced over her shoulders, and she twisted round and made a valiant attempt to make a run for it.

Dean's fist hit her full in the mouth, splitting her lower lip. She went down in a heap, the whip hissing through the air to cut her shoulder open.

There is a time in nature when the pack settles in for the kill. Wild dogs or wolves circle and snap at their prey for ages. Vultures around a wounded prey circle and cackle, generating the necessary urge to rush in for the final assault. And we had become a killer pack, ready to move from all pretence of patient application of pain to the violent explosive cruelty of sadistic release.

As the whip tore open the young girl's writhing body, knives started to slash at her mothers flesh.

I side-stepped out of the way of a squirting jet of blood from the severed left breast of poor Marion. The slashed section swung at the end of the line, one cunt lip returning to shape as the tension was removed, but only in time to be sliced open by a long knife blade being thrust into the gurgling woman's cunt.

On the floor, Penny was trying to hold her stomach together where a really vicious slashing whip stroke had parted the lower curve of her belly from her groin to her belly button.

Paul and Roger were both pissing on the squirming girl, laughing as they tried to aim their golden rain into her mouth.

Tom was opening Mrs.West from above her pubic bone to below her slashed breasts. I was stroking his cock, peeling the foreskin back and forth as he grunted with the effort of gutting the dying victim. He stood still, grunted "Oh, yes, Sam….do it!", and waited for me to drop to my knees in the rather slippery wet pool of blood so I could suck his glans and rub him fast and furious for a short while until he gasped "Now!" and let me direct his ejaculation into the gaping mess he had slit open in Marion's belly.

I think Karl helped tear the girl apart…. it was all a bit messy…. but after a brief period of rather unpleasantly malodorous gutting and slicing, everyone seemed satisfied that the victims had been finished off in a suitably gory fashion.

Odd slices of tit and twat littered the floor. We were all dripping blood and worse. The smell of ruptured gut and expelled faeces filled the cabin. And everyone was smiling.

You can see why we are peculiar people. The fact that anyone could enjoy such a scene is beyond the comprehension or understanding of normal people, which is why my business is so successful.

Tom and I left together. After a long hot bath, we would make love. Yes, as rapists and sadists we can still enjoy slow and sensual sex. And he was one of the few clients that I allow to bed me. He is such a good lover . . . .

END of PART TWO.

The voyage of S.S.Desadee continues soon.