Log Entry Number 02:
First aid
Steve watch with bewilderment as a well-built redheaded female came out of
the bedroom. She was nude save for a collar around her neck, a thick leather
belt that was squeezed tightly around her slim waist and cuffs that were fasten
around her wrists and ankles. Her ankles were linked together by a six-inch
piece of chain and her wrists were fastened to the sides of the collar. Her
breasts were ballooned like his wife's and a gag was tightly secured over her
mouth. Each of the redhead's large ballooned breasts had a ring imbedded in
them, from each ring hung two weights. Her pussy lips also pierced with rings
and each ring had four weights attached to them. But the cruelest thing was the
ring that went through her clitoris that had a line tied to it that went between
her legs and was tied to a wheelchair that had a small tub and cast making
supplies in it. As the redhead walked towards him, Steve saw the contorted face
of the redhead as her clitoris towed the wheelchair behind her.
Once the redhead reached Steve, Robert released her wrists from the collar
and untied the wheelchair from her clitoris then hung a weight from it. The red
head then place the tub on the floor in front of Steve. Steve and Beth watched
the redhead crouch over the tub and begin to urinate. The redhead pissed long
and hard, filling the tub a third of the way up. After she stopped she pored the
bag of casting plaster into the tub she mixed the piss and plaster together.
After soaking the gauze in the piss and plaster solution the redhead wrapped
Steve's legs with them. Steve's shattered knees were encased in casts, though
his knees were not properly set.
Frank roared, "Sweet Cheeks fuck tunnel, Quack!"
The redhead picked up the tub as she got to her feet and walked behind the
couch. She then poured the remaining piss and plaster mixture into Beth's
gapping cunt.
"Quack, stitch Vanilla's dip stick to the valley!" Barked Frank.
After retrieving a suture kit from the wheel chair the redhead scurried
behind Steve and drop with a thud to her knees. Steve screamed and jerked as his
phallus was sewn to the bottom of his ass crack. After the redhead was done with
her task Robert untied the cord that held Steve's prick inverted and backward.
Steve's prick tried to snap back to its normal position but the sutures held the
prick firmly in its unnatural encampment. Then Robert removed the leather belt
from around Steve's waist.
"Quack! Poor Vanilla here had a stressful day. Why don't you relax him a
bit?" Giggled Frank.
The redhead picked up a large tube of muscle rub from the wheelchair and
attached a long tapered nozzle to the tube. Kneeling behind Steve once again the
redhead worked the nozzle pass Steve's cock and jammed it up Steve's rectum.
Once the nozzle was deeply in Steve's ass she squeezing the entire tube into his
rectum.
Frank and Robert watched with glee, as Steve twisted and turned as the
chemical reaction of the muscle rub burned its way into the mucous membrane of
his rectum.
"CHAIR!" Bellowed Frank.
The redhead got up off her knees and rolled the wheelchair behind Steve.
Jutting out of the seat of the wheelchair was a huge metal butt plug that was a
foot long and as thick as a beer can. As Frank and Robert released Steve's wrist
from the ceiling eyebolt and lowered him down onto the wheelchair, the redhead
made sure that the butt plug and Steve's rectum align with each other. Once
Steve was seated with the metal phallus fully embedded up his ass, the redhead
threaded the cord that was tied to the head of Steve's prick through the opening
that was sewn in the bottom of the wheelchair seat. Then using a staple gun the
redhead fastened the wheelchair's canvas seat to Steve's buttocks.
While Frank held Steve down in the wheelchair, Steve sat squirming atop of
the staples imbedded in his buttocks, while Robert loop the cord that was tied
to the head of Steve's prick around the bottom support brace of the wheelchair.
Once Robert pulled the cord taunt and secured it Steve was force to remain
seated in the wheelchair or rip out the sutures that held his prick to his rump
crack. Steve sat in the wheelchair in pure agony. The butt plug was stretching
his virginal rectum all out of shape while the chemical action of the muscle rub
burned the lining of his rectum like acid.
Frank and Robert tied Steve's wrists and waist tightly to the wheelchair.
With an evil grin on his face and saliva drooling from the corners of his mouth
Frank snap gleefully. "Sweet Cheeks! Hubby is all deck out and ready to go its
time to get you ready." Both men roared with laughter as they approached Beth.
Beth let out a hoarse scream and pleaded, but it was to no avail. After
releasing her out stretch arms her palms were filled with super glue. Then
Beth's palms were press to the bottoms of her whipped ballooned breasts and held
there until the glue set. Frank then grabbed Beth by the hair and dragged her
over the back of the couch then let her drop to the deck. After releasing Beth's
legs, both men started to kick her as they barked, "On your feet Sweet Cheeks!"
After Beth struggled to her feet, Frank grabbed her by her left ear and
marched her in front of Steve and forced her to her knees. Once on her knees
Robert started to ream her mouth with his cock while Frank grasp her elbows,
drawing them behind her back and bound them tightly together. Frank then coated
a copy of the butt plug that was imbedded in Beth's husband's rectum with super
glue then rammed it up her rectum. After Robert shot his wad in to her mouth
Beth was force back to her feet by Robert yanking up on her hair. Once on her
feet, Frank snap the weighted alligator clip to her cunt lips while Robert
snapped clips to her nipples. Frank then forced her to turn so that she faced
her husband.
Steve watched his lovely wife standing before him on trembling legs that were
slightly spread. He watched the redhead crawl behind his wife and clicked into
place a set of leg irons around his wife's slender ankles. Like the redhead's
cuffs there was a six-inch length of chain connecting the two cuffs together.
When the redhead was finished with his wife's leg irons, she crawled over to
Frank who removed the gag from her mouth. Then redhead then started to suck on
Frank's eight inches of fat fuck rod vigorously.
Beth stood like some obscene model. Her elbows were painfully tied behind
her, which forced her ballooned breasts to protrude lewdly outward. While her
glued hands appeared to be cupping her balled mammary glands. A pair of weighted
alligator clips was chewing her long and pointy nipples. A matching clip set was
stretching her whipped and bloated pussy lips. Her tender and well-used cunt was
completely filled by a solid plug of plaster that was mixed with the redhead's
piss. Flakes of the plaster were scattered throughout her pussy hair. The
mammoth metal butt plug that was jammed up her ass and held in place by super
glue distorted her rectum. Beth's entire body flushed a scarlet red with
humiliation as she stood in front of her husband, listening to the wet slurping
sound behind her.
Beth's thoughts were interrupted by Robert sickly sweet voice. "Sweet Cheeks,
look down. See that mess you made on the floor?"
Beth looked down in front of her and saw the squished feces and dried urine
that had squirted from her body during her initial beating along with several
pools of semen, in various states of dryness. Meekly Beth croaked, "Yes Robert,
I see it. I'm sorry for making the mess. Forgive me, please."
Robert continued to talk in his sickening sweet voice. "Not good enough Sweet
Cheeks, hubby here like his home clean as a whistle. So get down there and lick
the floor clean."
Beth looked between the floor and her tormentor with shock. Thinking to
herself, "He can't really mean that. No human no matter how evil would force
someone to lick the floor clean from her own excrement. Beth looked pleadingly
at her husband, praying that he would jump up from the wheelchair, thrash these
two evil men and rescue the both of them. Her fantasy was shattered when Robert
pushed a button on a small box that he held.
Two howling screams reverberated thorough out the little cottage as both of
the metal butt plugs sent a stream of electricity coursing through both
captives' bodies. Beth first became ridged then she collapse to the floor
thrashing about wildly as the electricity flowed through her. It felt as if
every cell in her body was being beaten violently by an iron pipe. Her tongue
swelled and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. Steve's body went through the
same ripping torment. Which toppled the wheelchair over. Both victims were sure
that they would die right then and there. Suddenly the ripping current was gone.
Steve and Beth lay upon the floor gasping as their saliva foamed from their
gapping mouths.
Sweet Cheeks! That was the first setting! If you want to feel the fifth
setting just lay there and I'll oblige you! Otherwise get off your lazy ass and
clean the floor with your tongue!" Snapped Robert.
Beth scrambled to her knees and began to lick the floor. She used her two
pearly white front teeth to scrape the ground in feces and dried semen from the
floor then she lapped up the flakes with her tongue. While Beth clean the floor
with her tongue, Frank and Robert righted the wheelchair that her husband was
still secured to.
"Don't forget the drool!" Barked Frank.
Beth scrambled on her knees to the puddles of saliva that drooled out of her
and her husband's mouth and lapped them up.
Once again Robert spoke to Beth in the sickly sweet voice. "Sweet Cheeks go
stand in front of Quack and shake your boobies for her.
Beth scrambled to her feet and rushed over to the redhead and started to
shake her breast back and forth. Though the weights painfully pulled her tender
nipples around savagely it was less painful then the raw electricity that the
butt plug could send through her body. So Beth stood shaking her breasts as
Robert ordered her to, in front of the redhead who bore a multitude of lash
marks and welts. Beth eyes fixed onto the holes that the rings that ran through
the redhead's breasts. They look old and stretched. Beth held a new respect for
the redhead in front of her. If the redhead's treatment was anywhere near the
tortures that she and her husband have been put through Beth could understand
why the redhead perform any outlandish act that she was order to.
While Beth shook her breasts the redhead grasped Beth's face in her hands and
pressed her lips to Beth's lips. Between the squeezing of her jaw and the
intrusion of the redhead's tongue Beth parted her lips and opened her mouth.
With her mouth open Beth felt her mouth fill with a hot sticky fluid. Beth
realized that the redhead had been holding Frank's sperm in her mouth and was
now transferring it to her own mouth. Beth was uncertain what to do with the
mouth full of Frank's sperm. She was about to spit it out when Frank roared.
"Sweet Cheeks! Don't you dare! You best keep Frank's cream in that maw of
yours! Now, sashay your ass over here and keep shaking those boobies while you
do it!"
Beth swung her hips in a circle which caused the weights hanging from her
pussy lips to joined her nipple weights in there ostentatious dance as she
complied with Frank's orders. Beth continued her lewd movements with her hips
and breasts as Frank position her in front of her husband. Frank then grasped
her clitoris between his forefinger and thumb and stretched it out of its
protective hood. While Frank held Beth's clitoris, Robert took a thin piece of
sisal cord and tied it to the base of Beth's clitoris then he ran the cord
between her legs. While Robert held the cord, Frank released his grip on Beth's
clitoris. Robert then made a small noose with the length of sisal cord and lasso
Steve's testis. Robert then drew the noose tight. Beth stood between her
husbands cast legs with her clitoris tied to her husband's testes.
In that sickly sweet voice that Beth hated Robert spoke to her. "Sweet
Cheeks! Quack; will lead you about the house by pulling on your boobies weights.
She will take you through each and every room. You are not to swallow Frank's
cum or let any of it to leak out. If you don't follow Quack or if any of Frank's
cum is missing you'll get a buzz. (Robert held the black box in front of Beth's
eyes and turned the setting to the fifth and highest level.) Quack; perform your
task!"
The redhead grasped the weights that was hanging from Beth's nipples and
started to pull Beth behind her. Beth wanted to scream as the slack ran out of
the cord that secured her clitoris to her husband's testis. But fearful of what
the amount of electrical current that would rip through her body at the fifth
setting would do if Beth loss any of Frank's semen, Beth clinched her mouth
closed. Slowly but surely the wheelchair that her husband was sitting in begin
to roll.
"Move it Quack!" bellowed Frank.
The redhead, double her pace pulling Beth by her nipples and in turn Beth's
clit pulled her husband by his testis as he sat in the rolling wheelchair. As
the small human train threaded its way through the beach house Frank and Robert
got dressed. When the train pulled up to it's starting point, Beth was breathing
heavily through flaring nostrils. Tears were streaming down her face and her
body shone salaciously from the beads of sweat that covered her body. Frank
tilted Beth's head back and forced her mouth open to check the level of spunk
that resided in her oral cavity. Satisfied with the amount of spunk he found he
closed her mouth.
Then Frank bellowed, "Quack! Drop the weights, go get your hole plugs and
bring them here."
The redhead dropped the weights, which brutally tugged Beth's tender nipples
towards the floor. She scurried over to where her penis gag laid. After
retrieving it she rushed to the bedroom to retrieve her metal dildo and metal
butt plug. She then rushed back to Frank who stuffed the penis gag in her mouth
and locked it tightly in place. Frank then slashed her breasts several times
with his belt causing her ballooned, weighted breasts to bounce around.
"Quack! The next time Bobby tells you to lead someone around you best do it
on the double! If I catch you in low gear again I will nail your feet to the
ceiling and pour boiling water into that snatch of yours! Bend over and spread
them!
As the redhead spread her legs and bent over at the waist, Frank snapped,
"Sweet Cheeks! What are you gawking at! Get them hamhocks pumping and keep them
pumping until I or Bobby tell you to stop."
Beth strained to get the wheelchair rolling again with her clitoris. Once she
got the wheelchair rolling Frank bellowed after her. You best keep up a decent
speed or you'll get the same treat that I promise Quack! Your mealy mouth best
be filled with my yummy cream when ever it is checked." Beth increased her speed
and followed the same route that the redhead had lead her the first time, towing
her husband by his testis with her clitoris as her husband sat in the rolling
wheelchair.
Frank handed the metal dildo to Quack. Who instantly jammed the foot long
beer can thick fake cock deeply into her own cunt. Quack stood there bent over
at the waist holding the dildo in her, as Frank rammed the butt plug of the same
dimensions as the dildo into her rectum. Frank reached between Quacks legs and
hooked a wide rubber strap to the front D-ring of her leather belt locked around
her waist then pulled and stretched the rubber strap until it was able to hook
into the back D-ring. Now the foreign objects that plugged her lower holes were
held in place by the rubber strap that dug deeply into her cunt and ass crack.
"Stand and fix your cunt lips, Quack!"
Quack straitened up and with her left hand stretched the rubber strap out
from her pussy. With her right hand she pulled and straitened her pussy lips so
that the weights hanging from them were clear of the rubber strap. Then she let
the strap snap back into her cunt.
Frank then bellowed, "Now go and fix me and Bobby something to eat. It best
be good and hot."
Quack headed to the kitchen rotating her hips back and forth and shaking her
breasts from side to side, which sent all of her weights hanging from her body
in painful motion. In the kitchen Quack checked the refrigerator. It was filled
with a feast for two. Beth must have been planing a candlelight farewell dinner
for Steve before he set sail in the morning. She already notice while she was
waiting in their bedroom that Beth had a very sexy and elegant nightgown laid
out on the bed that was going to be used to cap off the romantic evening before
they settled down to a night of lovemaking.
She placed the filet mignon steaks on the grill and began cooking them. The
mouth-watering aroma made her empty stomach growl. She had not eaten in two days
and she knew that she wouldn't eat until she was back aboard the Scorpion. She
return to the refrigerator and look into the freezer looking for some fries not
finding any she looked for fresh potatoes. All she found was a pre made potato
salad. Groaning with despair and trembled with fear, she removed the potato
salad from the refrigerator. Meat and fries that's what the Anderson boys
thought a good meal was and she didn't have any thing to make fries with. She
hoped that serving them the potato salad would save her from being punished for
not serving fries. She doubted it but she hoped. It was totally out of her
control but that wouldn't deter the Andersons from punishing her.
While she stood there cooking the owners of the steaks entered the kitchen
from the dining room doorway. Her heart went out to them as they approach her.
Whatever loving relationship they had was now gone. The only thing they had to
look forward to now was a never-ending stream of hideous and painful tortures.
As the two pairs of eyes locked on to hers, she wished that she could console
these two tormented souls. But a foot long, beer can thick fake phallus that
completely filled her mouth and a good one third of her throat which had her
struggling just to get fresh air into her lungs much less hold a conversation.
And it was clear by Beth's puffed out cheeks that she was diligently trying to
retain the mouth full of Frank's semen. Semen that she herself deposited into
Beth's mouth and Steve's smashed jaw made it clear that the couple would not be
initiating any form of speech.
Inexperience as she was at towing someone by there testis as they sat in a
wheel chair with her clitoris, Beth cut the turn too sharply as she round the
cooking island in the center of the kitchen. The result was that the wheelchair
got hung up on the corner of the cooking island and stopped cold. Causing the
sisal cord to bite deeper into her clitoris and severely tighten the cord around
Steve's testis. Beth's forward momentum made her pitch forward. Instinctively
Beth tried to throw her hands out in front to cushion or stop her fall but the
super glue held her hands firmly to the underside of her whipped breasts. And
she crashed to the floor face first. Beth nearly spit Frank's male seed from her
mouth, but she manage to keep the salty, gooey liquid trapped in her mouth as
she laid atop of her ballooned breasts on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.
While Beth struggled back to her feet she saw the redhead quickly look
towards the kitchen-living room door to see if either one of the tormentors were
in view. When the redhead was satisfied that there was no respond from the
living room to the crash, the redhead rushed over to the wheelchair and slid it
pass the cooking Island so it was clear, then she rushed back to the grill and
turned the meat over. Both females exchange meaningful glances. One saying I'm
sorry that I cannot help you any more and the other saying thank you so much for
the little help that you could offer. After the brief glance Beth resumed her
agonizing journey through the kitchen towards the kitchen-living room doorway.
Quack turned her attention back to preparing Frank's and Robert's meal. She
went to the cabinet and took out two plates. Then open several drawers until she
found the silverware. She paused monaurally as she gazed at the knives. Slowly
she curled her fingers around the large butcher knife and picked it up. The
shiny surface flashed light into her eyes as she turned the knife slowly. She
flinched as she tested the blade for sharpness. A smile crossed her face as she
made brutal slashing motions at the empty space before her. A vision of her
standing over the bleeding forms of Frank and Robert with their severed
genitalia grasped in her hand. While Beth and Steve jump and shouted with joy.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack! "Faster Sweet Cheeks!" Bellowed Frank.
Quack's triumphant fantasy vanish and the butcher knife clattered back into
the drawer at the sound of leather striking naked skin and Frank's booming
voice. In its place the image of the seventeen-year-old Diana took its place.
Diana, who tried to stab Frank with a knife, she too was preparing a meal for
the evil Anderson brothers when she made her attempt. When it failed, Frank
using the same knife and skinned Diana alive in front of the entire complement
of the Scorpion. She died screaming in pure agony long before all of her skin
was cut and peel from her body. Diana's cured skin now hung in Frank's
stateroom. Frank force each of his captives to kiss and lick Diana's hide every
time they entered his stateroom.
Quack shuddered at the image as she retrieved the silverware for the meal.
After placing the filet mignon steaks and the potato salad on the plates and
retrieving a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator she carried the meal to
the dining room table where Frank was examining the contents of Beth's mouth and
Robert was all ready sitting. Before the plates were fully out of her hands
Frank backed handed her across the face with enough force to send her sprawling
across the floor on her backside.
"What the fuck! Where are the fries you fucking bitch?" Bellowed Frank.
Quack desperately wanted to tell Frank why there were no fries but the
artificial prick that corked her mouth prevented it. She watched both sadistic
men approach her sprawled body with there belts in their hands. Her breasts felt
as if they were on fire as lash after lash from the belts blazed across them.
Despite the fiery pain that the belts burned into her breasts, she knew from
pass experience that her punishment could be much more painful if she try to
protect her breasts or avoid the raining blows of the belts. So she laid on her
back on the dining room floor and let the Andersons beat and beat her ballooned
breasts. After each of her breasts had received ten lashes the thrashing stop.
The penis gag prevented her screams from escaping but nothing prevented the
river of tears flooding from her eyes.
Frank barked, "STAND BITCH!"
Quack scrambled back to her feet as Frank and Robert sat down. Frank's left
hand was clinched in a fist while the index finger of that hand rocked back and
forth in the universal signal of come hear. Quack scurried over and stood in
front of Frank knowing that her punishment was not yet over.
"Open the fuck tunnel!" Growled Frank.
Quack unhooked the rubber strap that was holding the metal cock and metal
butt plug deep in their respective holes. She then pulled the metal cock out of
her cunt.
Frank scooped up both servings of potato salad in his hands and smeared it
harshly across her whipped breasts. "Put this fuck tunnel stuffing where it
belongs!" Snapped Frank.
Most of the potato salad fell to the floor at Quacks spread feet, but a thin
cool coating that covered Quack's breasts relived some of the burning sensation
caused by the lashing. Though it didn't relive much of the pain Quack was always
grateful for any amount pain reduction that she got no mater how small.
Squeezing her rectal muscles tight to prevent the butt plug from coming out,
Quack squatted and stuffed the potato salad that had drop to the floor into her
vagina.
"Cap it!" Barked Frank.
Quack felt the potato salad squish around the huge metal cock as she
reinserted it. Being careful not to pin her pussy lips under the rubber strap
Quack pulled and stretched the strap until it was hooked back on the front
D-ring of the leather belt around her waist. Once again the strap held the fake
cock and butt plug in place. Quack flush a deep red from embarrassment as she
stood up and saw Beth was staring wide-eyed at her pussy that was dripping
potato salad.
Sweetly Robert asked, "Quack! What's this? Piss water? Maybe Sweet Cheeks
here wants it..." Robert vigorously shook the bottle of champagne, aimed it at
Beth and removed the wire holding in the bung. With a gentle push from his thumb
the bung pop out of the bottle and smacked Beth in the face. Following the bung
was a stream of the expensive champagne that first splashed into Beth's face
then her breasts as Robert reaimed the squirting bottle. When it stopped
spraying he got up and poured the remaining champagne over Beth's head. When the
bottle was empty Robert coated the bottom of the bottle with super glue. Then he
jammed it bottom first into Steve's mouth and jacked it around. Every one in the
room could here the shattered bones of Steve's jaw crack and pop. Robert then
pulled Beth's head back, pried her mouth open and peered into the gaping mouth.
Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack!
After receiving four smacks across her rump Beth closed her mouth straiten
her head and stepped out with her left foot then her right. Once more Beth's
clitoris took the strain of towing the wheelchair by her husband's testis on
another trip around her home as champagne dripped to the floor from her body.
Robert grabbed the weights hanging from Quacks breasts as he sweetly said,
"Quack you best find me and Frank something to drink. Pronto! (Robert violently
shook Quack's breasts from side to side.) Or I'll hang you up by these!"
When Robert dropped the weights fasten to her breasts, Quack scurried to the
living room where there was a small wet bar. She returned to the dining room
with two bottles of Jack Denial's whiskey, two shot glasses and a small bucket
of ice. After setting the items on the table and receiving a nod from Frank, she
drop to wide spread knees and clasped her hands behind her hear. She knelt there
with her breast jutting out while the two men ate and drank. Ever now and then
one of the two men would spit a mouthful of whiskey into her face. Beth and
Steve passed behind her several times while the Andersons enjoyed the tortured
couples food and drink.
Beth was approaching the dining room table again when she herded the phone
ring. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at the phone on the end table by
the couch that separated the dining area from the living room. Beth wasn't
expecting any calls. In fact all of her and Steve's friends and family knew that
on Steve's last night before he set sail the couple were not to be disturbed
never the less her hopes sore as the phone rang. It rang three times then
stopped. Beth look at the inert little phone that held a possibility of rescue
as the third ring died out. Precisely one minute later she nearly climbed out of
her skin when the phone started to ring again. This time it rang twice then fell
silent. It was anguishing. Who would be playing with the phone like that? She
stared and stared desperately at the sleek little object. Forty-five seconds
later it rang for a third time. Beth's heart raced as the phone reached its
fifth ring she watched Robert pass her and go to the phone. Her sprites
plummeted when, on the ninth ring he picked it up and said one word in a neutral
voice, "Lathe!" then he sat the phone back in its cradle.
Beth trembled with pure fear when Robert Stop next to her. She began to
breathe heavily through her noses while Robert ran his hand through her
champagne, drenched hair as he spoke sweetly to her.
"Sweet Cheeks' that was your lover. He was calling to see of hubby here has
left yet. He said that he just couldn't wait to cream in your pussy. So I told
him you couldn't wait either to come right on over, and you'll fuck him even if
hubby is still here. So he is on his way over."
Robert stopped stroking her hair, gave her a brotherly peck on her cheek and
headed for the dining room table. Beth let out a deep sigh of relieve, through
her flaring nostrils as she watch Robert walk away. Though it was total
fabrication, about her having a rendezvous with a secret lover, Beth looked back
over her shoulder at her husband with pleading eyes. The only thing she got back
from the face that had a champagne bottle sticking out of it was a set of steely
eyes that were glaring filled with soul killing loathing and hatred. Beth
snapped her head forward at the sound of Robert's sweet voice.
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