Log Entry Number: 40
Honesty is the Best Policy
Betty didn't know how she was going to fix Al's meal trusted up the way she
was, but she wasn't about to ask Al, so wobbling on her rump she made her way
towards the galley.
Edna looked down into her mother's pleading eyes. "Forgive me mommy," Edna
sobbed to herself. With tears streaming down her face, Edna crouched down,
turned her mother over onto her stomach, push the gown clear of her mother's
ass, coated the bloody throttle with supper glue, then slammed the throttle buck
up her mothers bleeding poop-chute.
The mess deck filled with muted moans and grunts that were emitted by the
huddle girls as they were hoisted up off the deck. The suspend girls were
arrange by Al so that their boobies were all facing outward, then he spun them.
"Titless Wonder as been repaired, Al My Lord and Master." Squeaked Edna, as
she stood up.
"Fucktoy, rearrange Galley, so she can prepare my meal. Then take the tube of
glue down with you to the engine room. Reattach Bilge Rat paw to her titty, then
put them away."
When Edna opened the engine room hatch she was greeted by the agonizing
howling of a male's voice. She worked herself and her father down the engine
room ladder to find Beth scrubbing the aft engine room bulkhead. As Edna open up
the two deck plates to the bilge, where the Lipton's would be place, She glance
around the engine room and saw that it was gleaming from the deck plates to a
line that was obvious the limit of Beth's reach could get. Even the engines
gleamed. Remembering Standing Order Number Seven and the tongue press, Edna
stepped up behind Beth and tapped her on the shoulder. When Beth turned around
Edna grabbed her free hand squirted super glue into the palm, and then shoved it
to the underside of her breast. As Elizabeth had shown her, Edna grasped Beth's
dangling clit and pulled her to the open bilge. When Edna lowered the hoist that
Steve was hanging from, Beth climb into and laid down in her spot in the bilge
without any form of protest. However when Edna lowered her screaming husband
into the void next to her, Beth begin pleading.
"Please, he's in so much pain. The peritonitis is killing him. Please ask
Robert for some medication. Please ask him to send that doctors down to help
him. Please he's in so much pain. Please dear God please, I'll do any thing you
ask, just get my husband some help, please."
Edna looked at Steve's horribly discolored, bloated abdomen. Though she felt
pity for Steve's predicament, she was not about to place herself in harms way of
any of the Anderson brothers by asking for medical aid for him. If she would
plead for any medical help it would be for her own farther, not some fool who
had with her mother's aid got Robert aboard the Random Access. As she closed and
secured the deck plates over the Lipton's, she glanced back at her father. He
was staring glassy-eyed into space. He had been in shock ever sense his
shattered arms had been stretched taunt when her mother was hoisted up to see
why she was stuck in "low gear". "No," thought Edna as she sobbed. "I would ask
for help for daddy, if I had the courage to ask for any medical help at all."
When Edna entered the mess deck, she saw Al sitting at the table eating. She
also noticed that Gloria and Betty had traded places. Gloria was whipping the
huddled, suspended girls with a leather strop. Her mother was directly under the
suspended girls, rolling and slithering through pools of piss and shit. Whenever
her mother face passed over a wad of shit she would drag her face through it.
"Milk!"
Gloria stopped beating her fellow captives; raced over to Al, thrust her left
breast out towards Al. Al slashed Gloria's breast with his own strop then
suckled on the inflamed titty. After Al stop sucking on her tit, Gloria rushed
back over to the suspended girls and started beating them again.
"Welcome back, Fucktoy. Do you have anything to report?" Al asked as he
turned up the volume on the monitor that was locked onto the engine room deck
plates where the Lipton's were entombed in. Steve's gurgling howling filled the
mess deck.
Edna realized that the entire scene in the engine room had been monitored.
She was glad that she had not spoken while she was in the engine room.
"WELL!" Al barked as he lowered the volume.
Nervously Edna responded, "Al My Lord and Master, Bilge Rat would like some
medical aid for Piss Ant."
"Fucktoy, come here," cooed Al. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Do I look like
the fucking ship's doctor to you?"
Edna rocked back and forth on her feet as Al slapped her face. "No, My Lord
and Master, you don't. I'm sorry." Edna sobbed.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "WELL!"
Edna almost fell from the repeated slaps across her face. She turned on
unsteady feet towards Gloria, who was still whipping her cocaptives. "Quack
Bitch, Bilge Rat would like some medical aid for Piss Ant." Edna stuttered
through her sobbing.
"I would love to, Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy but as you can see my
schedule appointments are completely full, keeping these sluts nice and toasty,
so they won't catch cold." Gloria chirped as she continued to lash the dangling,
spinning, huddle of girl flesh.
"Go get your mic, Fucktoy, and bring it here." Giggled Al.
Edna scurried over to the end table at the foot of the couch, picked up the
microphone that had been ripped from the Random Access's radio, and then
scurried back over to Al. Once in front of Al he shoved her backwards atop of
her father. Without being told, Edna spread her legs wide.
Al plunged the microphone deep into Edna's gapping twat, while he seethed a
new message for her to broadcast. Then Al dragged Edna back to her feet by the
bottles hanging from her titties. As soon as Edna was on her feet and Al had
release the bottles, she tucked her cone breasts back into the gowns breasts
cups.
"Non stop!"
As loud as she could Edna began to recite the new radio message. "THIS IS THE
FUCKING YACHT, RANDOM FUCK. WE ARE IN THE NEED OF A DOCTOR. THERE IS A WHINING
FAGGOT ON BOARD WITH A ITSY-BITSY TUMMY ACHE. SO IF THERE IS ANY LAME DOCTORS
OUT THERE COME ABOARD THE RANDOM FUCK, AND HELP THE FAGGOT OUT.
ONLY DOCTORS WITH BIG HARD FUCK RODS NEED APPLY. I NEED BIG HARD FUCK RODS
FOR MY FUCK HOLES.
THANK YOU AND HOPE TO HAVE A BIG HARD FUCK ROD UP MY NASTY SNATCH VERY SOON."
THIS IS THE FUCKING YACHT, RANDOM FUCK. WE ARE IN THE NEED..."
Edna watched Al hooked his thumb to the monitor that still showed a view of
the engine room. Flexing her cuntal muscles to keep the microphone buried deep
in her cunt, Edna blushed scarlet red as she without stopping her broadcast
returned to the engine room.
Beth huddled in fetal position in her section of the bilge listening to her
husband howl in hideous agonizing pain. She prayed that the teen that was
dragging her father around would ask Robert to let the doctor help her husband.
Beth howled in anguish as she heard over her husband's cries the young teenager
bellow out her message. "Dear God they're gong to let Steve die. They are not
going to help him at all. Dear God please end Steve's suffering. Take him up
there with you. Please God Take him. Please!" Sobbed Beth.
It didn't happen her husband continue to howl in agony as the teen droned on.
"AAAARRRRGGGGEEEE!!!!!" Beth's own howls rang out as the butt plug up her
rear charged her body. She flopped around within her confined space. At the same
time there was a loud crash on the deck plates above her. Instead of the droning
message a third agonizing howl filled the engine room. When the bone rattling
electricity stop slamming into her she heard Al's booming voice.
"RETURN!"
Above her the teen restarted bellowing out the massage for a doctor with a
hard fuck rod as she struggled back to her feet, slowly the volume of the teen's
bellowing diminished as she made her way out of the engine room. It wasn't until
the teen's voice faded out completely that Beth notice that her husband was no
longer howling. She stared at the plating that separated the sections of the
bilge that she and her husband were in. Was her request to God answered? Did he
take Steve to heaven? As she stared intensely at the platting she heard a soft
gurgling painful groan from the other side of the plating. Steve was alive. He
hadn't been released from purgatory. He just got a small reprieve as he slipped
into unconsciousness.
"Fucktoy, Quack bring the exercise cycle in here." Snapped Al as Edna
stopped in front of Al. "And I best hear the Mayday message broadcasting nice
and loud!"
Edna waddled behind Gloria to the Toybox, bellowing her Mayday radio message
in a continuous loop. Though she had performed every lewd, obscene act that she
knew about. And many more that she never dreamed of, Edna was still was deeply
humiliated as Al and all of the captives listened to her beg for big hard fuck
rods to be shoved up her fuck tunnels, over and over.
It was a difficult task to carry out, especially dragging her father behind
her from her rear end, but she and Gloria finally got the exercise cycle set up
on the mess deck. Once the exercise cycle was sitting on the mess deck, Gloria
without being prompted restarted to whip her dangling cocaptives, as Edna stood
fidgeting, singing her radio message. Edna watched Al reach under the huddled,
suspended girls and dragged her piss and shit covered mother out by the throttle
super glued up her ass.
"I was wrong Fucktoy, mommy here can't keep her clothes clean either." Al
giggled as he shook Susan in front of Edna's face like an upside-down rattle.
"Pew!" Al wrinkled his nose while he twisted his face in a look of disgust and
loathing. "Mater of fact she worse then you." Al hung Susan from the overhead in
front of the excise cycle.
Al jammed his hand into Edna's cunt and dragged out the microphone. He tied
the microphone to Susan's clit with a piece of twine so it hung in front of
Susan's mouth.
"Lick!"
Susan darted her tongue out and lapped her daughter's cunt juices and Al's
jism from the microphone.
"Fucktoy, what's the toppled wheeble count?" Al asked as he jerked both of
her coned breasts out of her gown by the bottles attached to them. "We need to
start on there lazy-ass tone-ups." Al chirped, as he yanked Edna's breasts in
opposite directions.
Edna stop reciting her radio message, she gasped and stuttered out the totals
of the number of times she righted each of her cocaptives during the race and
the bowling game. When she got to Helen' count, Edna glanced hatefully at her.
"Barbie Doll toppled over six time during the race and fiv..."
What was that last count, Fucktoy?" Al growled as he jerked Edna's twin coned
breasts strait up.
Edna lurched up on her toes, her entire body shuddering from the ripping pain
that shot through her breasts. "Six, My Lord and Master. Barbie Doll toppled
over six times during the race."
A sinister grin spread across Al's face. He was all ready going to castigate
his little fuck toy for causing Helen to loose the race. He was going to send
waves of nerve rattling electricity to course through her body for thirty-five
minutes instead of delivering them to Helen. Now he had caught her in a lie.
"Funny, I only counted Barbie Doll toppling over three time during the race. Now
why is that, Fucktoy?" Al seethed, as he shook Edna back and forth by her
breasts.
"I'm sorry, My Lord and Master, I lied. You are right Barbie Doll only fell
over three time during the race." Edna sobbed, wishing that she could take back
the lie.
"Your damn right you did. It was you're lying and cheating at the butterfly
contest, that condemn your family with live sentences as toys. I thought that
would have taught you not to lie and cheat. But NOOO it didn't." Al dragged Edna
up onto the exercise cycle by her breast and strapped her to it.
"Maybe this will teach you not to lie to me or my brothers." Al snapped the
alligator clips to Edna's nipples and clit. "You now have earned every minute
that the other toys would have gotten for toppling over including the three
extra hours you dreamed up for Barbie Doll" Al plugged the cycle into the ships
power supply.
"Please Al I won't do it again. I'll never lie to you or your brothers again.
It's just that I was so angry a Barbie Doll that I wasn't thinking strait.
Please Al, don't do this to me. Please Al." Edna sobbed hysterically, as hot air
blew into her pussy, causing it to make rude farting noises.
"That's three more hours for improper title usage, and another hour for
trying to tell me what to do. NOW START PUMPING BITCH!" Snapped Al.
Once Edna had the exercise cycle up to fifteen miles per hour, Al flipped the
power switch.
"Refill time Quack," Al chuckled.
Through tear-swollen eyes, Edna watched Gloria stop whipping the flesh of the
huddled suspended females, and scurry out of the mess deck. Edna let out a long,
deep agonizing groan. She was already dog-tired, and she could feel her energy
draining raptly away, as she peddled. Minimally Edna had thirty-seven hours of
peddling to perform. She didn't know if Al would make her do the entire
thirty-seven hours without a rest period. Edna prayed he wouldn't, but she knew
that like her other pleads to her God this one would also go unanswered.
"I can't here your radio massage, bitch!" Bellowed Al as he stepped through
the galley / mess deck hatch behind Gloria.
As her breasts and clit were yanked and stretched, while hot air blow dry her
pussy, it was reamed by a huge unyielding rubber dildo, and her back was whipped
repeatedly then rubbed, Edna sang out at the top of her lungs in raspy, cracking
voice her absurd radio massage. Over and over she ask for large hard cocks to
fill her fuck tunnels.
Edna expect Al to return to lower the huddled suspended females, and escort
them to the Toybox to whip Gloria's breasts, before being put away for the
night. However that didn't happen. They were left folded in half, their breast
tautly, wrapped around the outsides of their legs, as they dangled from the
overhead by there ankles in a huddled group. Her mother, who was bound in the
same fashion as the other girls hung suspended upside-down by the throttle super
glued up her ass, right in front of the exercise cycle.
Susan was sobbing in agonizing pain as her own weight threatened to rip her
guts out through he rectum. Even though she was in immense pain, she continued
to lick and sucked on the microphone that had been up her daughter pussy. She
watched her daughter's self torture, as she peddled away on the exercise cycle.
God! How she wished that she never had let Robert step foot aboard their yacht.
Edna's long, lean legs were burning with agonizing pain. They throbbed and
twitched from peddling throughout the long night. Several times she had slowed
down below the fifteen miles per hour mark and was rewarded by searing
electrical jolts that rattled her tortured body, through the clips on her tits
and clit. The powerful jolts convince Edna to continue to torture herself as she
frantically kept the exercise cycle above it's fifteen miles per hour mark.
Her purple, coned breasts and clit felt is if they were close to being ripped
from her body, each time the mechanical levers jerked the alligator clips that
were chewing on her tender flesh. Blood was being flicked in every direction,
off her jouncing, swollen titties, caused by the wildly bouncing bottles
attached to the fishhooks imbedded in the soft spongy tissue of her breasts.
The dry, rasping, massive rubber dildo plunged in and out of her tattered
pussy. The relentless friction was causing the once soft, moist tissue to glaze
over. It made her once pristine vagina feel as if it was on fire.
The back of Edna's elegant evening gown hung in tatters off her bloody back.
Even when the blood stained lambs wool pad brushed her tenderized backside she
winced in agonizing pain.
The rest of the gown was drenched and dripping with sweat, that leached
profusely from every pore of her pain riddle body to pool on the deck beneath
the cycle.
With a very dry throat that rattled out hoarse, cracking voice, Edna
continued to spew her pasquinade radio massage, barely above a guttural whisper.
The only part of Edna's sleek young body that wasn't racked by purgatorial,
pain was her poop-chute. "God, I'm so happy to have you up my ass, daddy,"
thought Edna. She clenched and squeezed the flaccid fuck-rod of her father that
was sewn up her shitter.
Edna groaned and shifted her dry, puffy, bloodshot eyes from her dangling
mother to the galley / mess deck hatch as the aroma of cooking food wafted
through air.
The "exercising" teen watched Al nude form strut from the galley to the mess
deck / aft deck hatch. His rock hard, monstrous thirteen-inch long, wrist thick
fuck-rod and egg size balls swinging freely.
"God, how I wish that my Lord and Master's hard cock was filling my nasty
twat with it's soothing, gooey spunk, instead of the hateful hot air spitting
rubber dong.
"Fucktoy, I can't hear you!" Chuckled Al as he stepped through the hatch
leading out to the aft deck.
Edna screamed as loud as she could, but her radio message still crackled out
of her just above a whisper. That was easily drowned out moments later by
leather striking bare skin and the youthful howling of Al's daughter.
Shining through the open hatch, the bright, colorful, Pacific morning
sunlight bathing, Edna's sweat drenched body, as she peddled the cycle and sang
out her message, as Elizabeth strong agonizing cries reverberated throughout
mess deck.
Edna watched Gloria emerge from the galley with three plates of steaming
food. After placing the plates on the table she scurried out of hatch leading
out to the aft deck. Gloria remade her appearance in the mess deck by flying
through the hatchway. She flew about ten feet then thudded and skidded to a stop
upon the deck. All three of the Anderson brother filled into the mess deck,
laughing hard. As the three sadistic brothers begin eating there breakfast,
Gloria scurried to her feet and rearrange Edna's mother and the huddled,
suspended girls for a game of "Bitch Bowling". Gloria scampered between her jobs
of providing milk for the Andersons to drink, resetting toppled girls on there
rumps, and delivering Susan to one of the three brothers, while they ate, drank
and bowled.
Twice during the bowling, Edna's mother "broke" and was "fixed" both times by
Gloria. The first time the throttle ripped out of Susan's shitter, and while
still laying in a heap among the toppled girls, and before the throttle was
reglued up her ass, watery shit exploded out Susan's recently unplugged shitter.
Bathing the mass of female flesh with shit to the jovial glee of the three
brothers.
Swabbing up the last remnants of his breakfast with a biscuit Al barked, "Aft
deck BITCHES!" the popped the biscuit into his mouth. "Milk!"
While Al whipped and suckled Gloria's bloated breast, the other two brothers
gawked, poked, prodded, and shouted out various promise of torture for all but
the first sex slave to reach the aft railing, as the group waddled it's way aft
on there rumps.
Finishing his suckling Al slammed his fist into Gloria's gut. As the
thirty-three year old medical doctor, gasped for breath Al trussed her up like
the other sex-slaves. Gloria waddled on her rump to join her cocaptives as
Robert reentered the mess deck.
"Yo, big brother I'm going to get Bilge Rat. I'll be back shortly to give you
a hand," Robert stated.
"OK!" Al responded, as he sat a chair in front of the exercise cycle. Al
jammed his left pinkie up Edna's right nostril, as he step up on the chair. He
jerked her head up and back, "OPEN!" Al fed half of his massive cock down Edna's
throat and pissed down her gullet. Al withdrew his dripping cock from the
peddling teen's mouth, stepped down off the chair and applied his usage brand.
Moseying up to the teen's dangling mother Al cut the line holding her up. Susan
yelped as she crashed to the deck, Al grabbed the throttle sticking out of her
ass and dragged her to the aft deck.
Edna was left alone to torture herself while she peddled the exercise cycle.
Her eyes drifted to the monitor that was still locked on the view of the engine
room, where the Lipton's were. She watched Robert drag Steve from the bilge. She
could tell by the way Robert was acting as he jabbed his finger-bloated stomach
that he was laughing his head off. She watched Robert stuffed a piss and shit
cocktail, rubber cock in Steve's mouth and duct tape it in place. Then Robert
force Beth to sit on her husband's swollen gut, as he tied pussy lips and balls
together. Then the trio moved out of camera's frame. While Edna peddled and
watched the monitor, Elizabeth's screams filled the mess deck.
Al and Robert waltzed into the mess deck like two proud roosters. Al
unplugged the cycle from the ships power supply then both powerful men dragged
the entire exercise cycle along with Edna and her father to the aft deck. They
stop dragging the cycle when it was just behind the row of sex-slave toys
sitting on their derrieres.
Being unable to be sit on her ass due to the throttle sticking out of it,
Edna's mother was laying on her back in front of the other toys. Her pussy lips
still had the six fishhooks imbedded in them that supported the twelve pounds of
lead weights.
Beth was standing next to the cycle on wide spread legs. Her husband hanged
from her pussy lips by his trussed up balls. She was causing her balloon breast
to bounce up and down by her hands that were super glued to them.
Steve was laying face down on his bloated stomach with the J-hook dildo still
glued up his ass. He was sucking down piss and shit solution.
Elizabeth was hanging upside down with her legs, spread very wide. As she
slowly spun around Edna could see that the fourteen-year-olds body was striped
from a multitude lashings from leather belts, especially her wide spread pussy
and her budding breast nubs.
"Bitch, no one said that you could stop pumping and broadcasting!" Al
snapped, as he repluged the cycle to the ship power supply.
Edna gurgled and her sleek young body jerked spasmodically, as electricity
slammed into her, through her clipped nipples and clit. Using every once of
strength she processed, Edna pushed her left leg down, then her right leg. Left,
right, left, right...soon Edna had the cycle backup to the proper speed to cut
off the current flow. Edna croaked out her message for big hard fuck rods for
her fuck tunnels.
Edna's, droning was easily drowned out by Elizabeth's howling as her father
and two uncles lashed her pubescent body. Within short order the sobbing
fourteen-year-old was looking like Helen.
"Now Sweet Pea, what was it, you ask Uncle Frank you wanted? Al seethed. "Go
on Sweet Pea ask me!"
"Daddy..." WHACK! Al struck his daughter's gapping twat hard with his belt.
"...please..." WHACK! Frank slashed his belt across Elizabeth's budding left
titty. "...let..." WHACK! Robert laid his belt across the budding right titty.
"...mommy..." WHACK! Al hit his daughter's twat. "...out..." WHACK! Left titty.
"...of..." WHACK! Right titty. "...the..." WHACK! Twat. "...sewage..." WHACK!
Left titty. "...tank..." WHACK! Right titty. "...and..." WHACK! Twat.
"...let..." WHACK! Left titty. "...Quack..." WHACK! Right titty. "...examine..."
WHACK! Twat. "...her..." WHACK! Left titty. "...please..." WHACK! Right titty.
"...daddy..." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Al laid three quick brutal blows across his
daughter's gapping twat.
"Sure, Sweet Pea, no problem," Al stated. He spun her around and laid into
her ass with his belt. While her uncles slipped on heavy work gloves.
Linda was slouching against the sewage tank bulkhead, in total darkness. She
had heard the commotion above her for hours now. She knew that someone was being
tortured up on deck from the anguishing howling she could hear. The deck plates
distorted the painful cries and speech, so she couldn't recognize the owner.
Linda clenched her eyes tight, as a beam of bright sunlight flooded the tank
she was in, when the hatch above her opened up. "Elizabeth is that you?"
"Shut the fuck up bitch! Kneel under the hatch!" Roared Frank.
Linda groaned as she struggled to her knees, and position herself under the
open hatch. A barb steel cable lassoed her torso just under her breasts. With a
sudden jerk the cable tighten around her and she was hoisted out of her home of
the last two years. Linda hung above the sewage tank with human waste dripping
from her. Her body was a mass of open, pus dripping sores. Leaches adorn her
body.
It took several minutes for her eyes that were use to total darkness to
adjust to see in the bright Pacific sunlight. When they did, Linda gasped and
shuddered at the scene that came into focus before her eyes.
"Albert! Please stop!" Linda cried out.
Without missing a stroke across his daughter's crimson ass, Al chirped with a
giddy voice, "Afternoon dear. Our daughter seems to be a little concern about
your health. Would you like to see a doctor?"
Straining to control her sobbing, she answered her husband. "Yes, Albert I
would like to see a doctor, very much. But please stop beating our daughter.
Please!"
"The doctor will se you shortly," Giggled Al, as his two brothers joined him
in thrashing his daughter's pubescent body.
Linda swung madly at the end of the cable that held her suspended above the
sewage tank, as she screamed. "STOP! Albert, stop it! Stop brutalizing your
daughter!"
"I would love to darling, but doctors are expensive Sweet Pea here has
volunteer to pay for your medical bills." Snickered Al.
While his brothers continue to beat his daughter, Al turned and faced the
assembled toys. "With my lovely wife being a bit under the weather, I'm looking
for a volunteer to assume her duties until she is feeling better. So who wants
to volunteer for the job."
All of the captives glanced around nervously none of them wanting to be place
down into the sewage tank.
"Well I see that all of you are just aching to volunteer." Al giggled, as he
walk up and down the row of sex-slaves wobbling on their rumps, lashing them
with his belt. "But the one who gets this cushy job needs two special
qualifications. First the bitch must love to be constantly covered with piss and
shit. And secondly the bitch must be a..." Al reached down and grabbed the
throttle sticking out of Susan's ass and jerked her up off the deck by it.
"...MOMMY!" Al shook Susan like a rattle. "Like this thing!" Al walked over to
the sewage tank with Susan. "So I sorry to inform all of you dim witted, trashy,
whorish bitches that Titless here has the cushy job." Al dropped Susan into the
tank to land with a loud splash.
Three grinning faces of the Anderson brothers watched Susan as she struggled
to keep her head above the muck. Bound as she was, Hands cuffed to her collar,
her legs bent up her torso and threaded through hollows of her arms and secured
behind her head. Her breasts stretched and secured around the outside of her
thighs she could only use her head, elbows and torso to squirm up the slanted
slope of the tank. The protruding base of the throttle made it impossible for
Susan to sit up. So she lay there sloshed over on her side with her neck cranked
back to keep her head above the sludge of human waste.
Satisfied that Susan could manage to keep her head above the liquid Al
chuckled, "Don't worry Titless your bindings will rot away in a month or so.
Then you be as free as a jaybird in your new home. And I'm sure that with your
lazy ass soaking in that soothing muck you'll be able to shit that throttle out
in no time. But if you happen to drown down there I'm sure your body would make
a nice bed for your daughter to lie on when she replaces you. Now have fun in
your new home. I'll have some one show you how to do your job later on."
With that said, Susan was plunged into total darkness, as Al slammed the
sewage tank hatch closed and dogged it. Susan screamed at the top of her lungs,
into the darkness her tears plopping down into the stinking sludge that was a
part of her new home. How she wished she were topside being fuck and used by the
Anderson brothers, rather then lying in human waste. When her screaming died
down, she could still hear the goings on above her, through the steel plates of
her new home.
After her husband drop the unknown woman into the sewage tank and secured the
hatch, Linda was lowered to the deck until she was resting on her knees. She
glanced at the sewage tank's hatch. She was out of that accursed tank and she
never wanted to go back into it again. She would never disobey or mouth off to
her husband or his brothers ever again. Linda shuddered when her husband
bellowed.
"Quack, clean her! Leave the leaches they look cute.
Linda watched one of the strangely bound women brake out of the line and
waddled on ass cheeks over to her. No sooner then the bound, woman was next to
her the bound woman's tongue lanced out and begin to lick the piss and shit off
of her.
"The rest of you bitches start orbiting the aft deck, and keep on doing it
until permission to stop is given. If you topple over roll your slutty ass back
over here and it will be taken care of." Snapped Al.
Linda watched the rest of the folded, bound woman take off wobbling on their
ass cheeks. Linda unconsciously clinched her cuntal muscles, as Robert grasped
the dangling clit of the woman who was standing on wide spread legs, jiggling
her tits.
"What's the mater Bilge Rat? You think you're to good to join the other
bitches?" Robert jerked the clit upward forcing the tit jiggling, woman up on
her toes. "I guess you are. Aren't you! Well then you can run, and I do mean
run, around the perimeter of the Scorpion." Robert released his grip on the clit
in his hand. "Now get them hamhocks pumping."
Linda watched the woman Robert called Bilge Rat, take off running. Linda flex
her cuntal muscles once more when she saw Bilge Rat's stretched pussy lips that
were tied to a set of nuts, stretch even feather as she dragged the
semiconscious male body behind her.
Linda's skin crawled with disgust as it was licked clean by the woman called
Quack. She wanted to get away from that abhorrence tongue. But she didn't want
to antagonize her husband or either of her brother-in-laws. So Linda remained on
her knees totally passive.
As the darting tongue licked her clean, Linda shuddered to the core as she
watched the young woman astride the exercise cycle. She couldn't understand why
the young woman would be torturing herself by peddling the cycle. And why was
she constantly repeating the same vulgar passage over and over?
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