Log Entry Number: 42
Installing Rings Properly
As he walked with his brothers Al saw his wife with her face still buried in
his daughter's ass, making sucking noises. "Sweet Pea, other hole."
Elizabeth flipped over onto her back and jutted her cunt into her mother's
face. "Mommy, suck Uncle Robert's sweet cream and my disgusting, scummy twat
juices from my nasty twat."
"Yes, Elizabeth, My Most Wise and Wonderful Mistress." Linda whined, then
started sucking on her daughter's pussy.
"Fucktoy! I can't hear you!"
Edna croaked as loud as she could, "MAYDAY! MAYDAY! ANY VESSEL MAYDAY! THIS
IS THE PLEASURE FUCK-YACHT RANDOM FUCK WITH A BITCH AND A FUCKTOY ONBOARD. WE
DESPERATELY NEED TO GET FUCKED. FUCKED IN OUR TWATS, POOP-CHUTES AND MOUTHS. WE
NEED HUGE FAT COCKS IMMEDIATELY. BUT ANY LONG HARD ITEM WILL DO. THIS IS A
URGENT DISTRESS CALL. REPEAT, MAYDAY! MAYDAY! ANY VESSEL MAYDAY! THIS IS THE
PLEAS...." MAYDAY! MAYDAY! ANY VESSEL MAYDAY! THIS IS THE PLEASURE FUCK-YACHT
RANDOM FUCK WITH A BITCH AND A FUCKTOY ONBOARD. WE DESPERATELY NEED TO GET
FUCKED. FUCKED IN OUR TWATS, POOP-CHUTES AND MOUTHS. WE NEED HUGE FAT COCKS
IMMEDIATELY. BUT ANY LONG HARD ITEM WILL DO. THIS IS A URGENT DISTRESS CALL.
REPEAT, MAYDAY! MAYDAY! ANY VESSEL MAYDAY! THIS IS THE PLEAS...." The vice-grip
clamped to her tongue was bobbing around as she spoke made the words she spoke
almost unrecognizable.
"Yo! Bilge Rat, what ya holding?"
"Piss Ant's cock, Robert." Beth sobbed.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Each Anderson brother slashed
Beth's breast twice with leather strops. The strops landed across the top of her
right breast that still had a hand super glued to its bottom.
"Now Bilge Rat, is that any way to address me?"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The strops bit into the
outside of the same breast
"I don't think so!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Four blazing streaks appeared
on the inside of the breast.
"Quit that sniveling and try again!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The strops savagely kissed the nipple of the left melon.
Beth choked back her howls, "I'm holding Piss Ant's cock, Robert My Lord and
Master."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Al and his brothers beat the
valley between Beth's breasts.
"Sweet Pea is that what Bilge Rat is holding?"
"No Uncle Robert that is not what Bilge Rat is holding."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The inside surface of Beth's
right breast was slash by the strops.
"Then what is she hold, Sweet Pea?"
"Bilge Rat is holding by baby's wee-wee marine, Uncle Robert.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The strops kissed the
outside surface of Beth's right breast.
"Try again slut!"
Struggling to prevent herself from crying out in anguish Beth chirped, "I'm
holding My Most Wise and Wonderful Mistress baby's wee-wee marine, Robert My
Lord and Master."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The blows of the three
leather strops danced across the top of Beth's right breast.
"Did I ask for the owner of that thing?"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Six fiery lines sprung up on
the bottom of Beth's bloody right breast.
"I don't think so!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Beth's right rosy pink nipple turned purple from the
onslaught of the three leather strops.
"Try again, slut!"
"I'm holding baby's wee-wee marine, My Lord and Master, Robert." sobbed the
dangling sex slave.
"Why?" Robert ask, as Al hung a five pound weight on Beth's left breast ring,
while at the same time Frank hung a similar weight on the right breast ring.
Beth tightened her grip on her husband's cock as ten pounds of lead increased
her weight she was supporting. "My pussy lips, Robert, My Lord and Master! They
hurt so bad!"
"Does holding Piss Ant's dong help?" Five more pounds were added to each of
Beth's breasts.
Beth was struggling to hold her own weight up plus twenty extra pounds. "Yes!
Yes, holding baby's wee-wee marine helps. It helps a lot. Robert, My Lord and
Master."
"Well how does Piss Ant feel about it? After all he has a tummy ache."
Robert giggled as he slammed his fist into Steve's piss bloated gut, as his
brothers added ten more pounds to Beth's breasts.
Steve's glassy eyes bulge out and an agonizing howl escape passed the dildo
tape in his mouth. He shuddered violently. Piss, shit, bile and blood streamed
from his nose.
"I...I don't know, angry maybe? Robert, My Lord and Master."
"Is that all? Just angry? Don't you think that grip you have on Piss Ant's
dong is causing him a teensy-weensy bit of pain?" Another ten pounds were added.
Of course she knew her husband's was in pain from her hanging from her
husband groin. But she was certain that holding herself up by his prick not only
ease the pain in her pussy lips but it also ease the pain in her husband's
sensitive testis. After all there wasn't a pulse in the stone cold phallus. It
had been cut off from blood flow ever since Sports Day.
"No, Robert, My Lord and Master. I don't think baby's wee-wee solder can no
longer feel anything." Beth's felt her hand slid slightly down her husband's
cold shaft, as she fought with the forty extra pounds of weight.
Robert tied twenty pounds of weight to Beth's clit and dropped it.
Beth screamed as she ripped her right hand from her right breast and rushed
it towards her husband's cock. But it arrived too late. Beth screamed even
louder as her left hand slid off her husband's cock. Beth was now dangling from
her cunt lips with sixty extra pounds twenty from each breast and twenty from
her clit.
Al and his brothers collapsed to the deck laughing as they watch Beth howled
and thrash madly about. They watched while Beth hands lanced to her crotch and
grope for her husband's dong. They watched their sex-slave grasped the truss up,
plum colored fuck-rod dangling above her. They watch their athletic sex slave,
arms strain with the effort of lifting her convulsing body and sixty pounds of
dead weight up.
When Beth's ululations died down to pathetic whimpering, Al looked over at
his wife, "Darling have you ever seen any thing so hilarious. Isn't Bilge Rat
funnier then that whined slut Shelly Long, funnier then that go-go whore Goldie
Hawn? Hell, Bilge Rat is even funnier then that, dike bitch Ellen. I think that
Bilge Rat should win an Oscar for the best nasty twat in a comedy. Don't you
think so darling?"
Tears streamed down Linda's face in sympathy for the woman held in midair
only by her pussy lips. It wasn't funny at all. It was gruesome. It was ghastly,
perverted thing to do. No it wasn't funny at all. Not at all! Everything her
husband and her two brother-in-laws did was horrific.
However Linda stop sucking her daughter's cunt to respond, "No, My Lord and
Master, Albert. I have never seen anything so hilarious. The Slutty, Whorish,
Toy, Bilge Rat has the funniest comedy act that I have ever seen. The Slutty,
Whorish, Toy, Bilge Rat should win the Oscar for her comedic twat performance."
Linda shuddered as she plowed her face back into her daughter's pussy and
resumed her sucking. She couldn't believe the number of grisly, lurid, sadistic
things she had witness in the brief time she had be let out of the sewage tank.
She couldn't image the myriad of sadistic tortures or the multitude of hapless
victims that had taken place during her two-year incarnation in the sewage tank.
How could she been fooled for over twelve years. There must have been
something that should reveal her husband's true nature. There must have been
something, before she barged into her daughter's bedroom and discovered her
husband's sadistic world.
Beth was gasping heavily in quick, short, raspy breath, as she held herself
up with an iron grip on her husband's stone cold prick. Through tear filled eyes
saw her Lords and Masters hovering above her. And Robert's sickly, sweet voice
filtered into her ears.
"Bilge Rat, did your clitty feel that little tug?"
"Little tug? Hell that bastard, drop twenty pounds of lead with my poor clit
tied to it. Did I feel it? God it nearly ripped my clit off." Beth thought to
herself, as she looked into the three grinning faces above her.
The base of her clitoris and its crus were still burning and causing wave
after wave of excruciating pain to ripple through her, as the twenty pounds
dangled from her clit.
Beth sucked in a deep breath and tightened her grip on the cold, hard cock,
as each of her Lord and Masters added a ten-pound weight to her breasts and
clit.
"Yes, Robert, My Lord and Master, I felt that little tug on my clitty."
"Well then, Bilge Rat, don't you think that Piss Ant can feel you holding his
dong like that?" Beth was bestowed with another thirty pounds.
Beth only weighed one hundred and eighteen pounds. Now she was battling to
hold up one hundred and twenty pounds of lead along with her own. Beth was
losing. Even as she tightened her grip she could feel her husbands cock sliding
through her hands.
"Yes, Robert, My Lord and Master. I do think that baby can feel me holding
his wee-wee marine."
"You do! Then Bilge Rat don't you think you should take your grimy hands off
Piss Ant's dong?"
Beth looked up at her tormentors, pleadingly. The cruel, sadistic faces
staring down at her show absolutely no hint of concern or pity. "Please, Robert,
no. Please, my pussy, the extra weight. Please don't make me..."
"Bilge Rat if you don't let go of Piss Ant's dong, my brothers and I are
going to do a little carving. We'll cut off all of your fingers, toes, ears,
nose, tongue, boobies and clitty. We'll leave you with one thumb so you will
have something to stick up your shitter."
Al placed a pair of garden shears around the bridge of Beth's nose. Frank and
Robert each grabbed one of Beth's ears and held dull knives against the ears.
The dull knifes would tear through Beth's ears more then cut them.
"Release that dong now and no caterwauling when you do it. NOW SLUT!" Robert
growled.
Beth snapped open her hands. She dropped towards the deck until her pussy
lips took up the entire Two hundred and thirty eight pounds. Despite Robert's
command Beth let out a continuos blood-curdling scream, as she thrashed and
bucked.
Beth's hands groped for her husband's cock, not caring if the Anderson
brothers carried out Robert's threat. All she wanted was relieve from the
horrific pain she was now experiencing. Suddenly Beth found herself on the deck,
squirming around in agony. Then the blissful shroud of the Sandman enveloped her
as he escorted her to the Land of Nod.
"Aw, it broke." Al stated sorrowfully, as he grabbed Beth's cuffed ankles.
"Get the fuck out of my way!" He growled, kicking his daughter in the head.
Elizabeth quickly, crabbed crawl on her back to get out of her father's way.
Al positioned the unconscious sex-slave's bleeding twat under his wife's
head. Then Al slammed the heel of his hand into the back of his wife's head. "I
best not find a single drop of blood on my deck."
Linda clamped her mouth over Beth's split left pussy lip and started to suck
the blood that was bleeding profusely from it. Then Linda sucked up the blood
coming out of the damage right pussy lips. Back to the left lips then the right.
Linda switched her mouth back and forth between the two ripped, bleeding pussy
lip, in an attempt to keep Beth's blood off of her husband's deck. Bile roared
up from Linda's stomach and spewed over Beth's snatch. Which, Linda sucked back
down her gullet as she sucked up Beth's blood.
Quack stop playing with that disgusting snatch and get your ass over here
pronto!" Bellowed Robert.
Gloria stopped her tongue action with Linda's pussy, struggled up on her
rump, then waddled on it to where Robert was standing.
"What are these?" Robert asked as he flicked the rings that had ripped out of
Beth's pussy, with his index finger.
"Bilge Rat's nasty twat rings, Robert My Lord and Master." Gloria responded.
"Then what are they doing up there, instead of being where they belong?"
Robert inquired.
"Robert My Lord and Master they were ripped out when you....UGH!" Gloria's
response was cut short when Robert punched her in the face.
"Yep, they sure did. What do you think cause them to rip out?" snickered
Robert, as he quizzicality asked Gloria.
"Robert My Lord and Master too much weight made Bilge Rat's twat rings ri...
AAARRRGGGEEE!
Grabbing a hand full of Gloria's hair he hauled her up by it until her eyes
were level with Beth's ripped out pussy lips rings. "It looks to me like it was
caused by shoddy installation. What do you think?" Inquired Robert, as he shook
Gloria by her hair.
Gloria knew that the ripping out of the rings from Beth's pussy lips was
cause by the load that the flesh was subjected to. Not how the rings were
inserted into the lip flesh. But she answered, "Yes, Robert My Lord and Master
Robert My Lord and Master the installation I perform on Bilge Rat twat rings was
done very shoddily. I'm sorry Robert My Lord and Master."
"Isn't this the second time you've fucked-up installing these twat rings?"
Robert growled, as he dropped Gloria.
"Yes it is, Robert My Lord and Master. I'm sorry for being a totally fuck-up,
worthless, bitchy, whore that doesn't know how to do anything right. I'm very
sorry, Robert My Lord and Master.
Robert hooked his index finger of his free hand through Gloria's cunt lip
rings. "Who installed these?" Robert asked as he yanked on the rings.
"My Most Wise and Wonderful Mistress, Sweet Pea, install the rings in my
nasty twat." Sobbed Gloria, as pain lanced through her pussy.
As Robert lower the hoist that Steve was hanging from, he snickered, "They
look to be installed very well. What do say we test them?"
Gloria wanted to yell out, "NO!" She wanted to shout, "NO MORE PAIN!" She
wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, "FREE ME!" But instead she chirruped
as if she was excited by the idea. "Oooo, Yes, Robert My Lord and Master. Pretty
please Robert My Lord and Master, test my nasty twat rings. Pleeeease, do that
for me. I beg you Robert My Lord and Master, to test the twat rings that My Most
Wise and Wonderful Mistress, Sweet Pea installed in my nasty twat. Pretty please
Robert My Lord and Master."
"No problem, Quack!" Robert chuckled, as he attached Gloria's pussy rings to
Steve's balls.
Gloria, howled as she was hoisted up in the air by her pussy lips.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! Robert growled, as he pushed Gloria.
Gloria choked back her howls as she swung like a pendulum. She looked between
her ballooned breasts, down her lean torso to her crotch. She saw Steve's ashy,
dark purple, trussed up cock jutting down towards her head. She wholeheartedly
wished that she could grab the rigid hunk of male flesh like Beth had done. But
her wrist were secured to the punishment collar around her neck, denied her that
luxury. So she just hung there swinging by her pussy lips fighting the urge to
scream.
"Looks like it's holding to me," Robert stated, as he jabbed his index finger
into Gloria's stretch cuntal tissue. "Sweet Pea's installation seems to be very
well done. Don't you think so, Quack?"
"Yes, Robert My Lord and Master. My Most Wise and Wonderful Mistress, has
done a superb job on installing my twat rings." Gloria knew that if she didn't
thrash and jerk around too much or additional weight wasn't added that the ring
in her pussy lips would not rip out. There would be the pain though. Agonizing,
relentless pain but her flesh wouldn't be ripped open.
"Ya! My sweet little daughter is a studious, little worker. But just to be on
the safe side, Bobby, I think that Quack should have a safety harness. Just in
case. We would not want a worker's compensation clam filled against us now would
we?" Giggled Al, as he tapped the head of his cock and hooked his two index
fingers together.
A wide grin spread across Robert's face, "Quack, what do you think about Al's
suggestion? Would you like a safety harness, just in case Sweet Pea's
craftsmanship turns out to be as shoddy as yours?"
Gloria didn't know what the Anderson brothers were up to now, but she knew
that she was not going to like it. "Yes, Robert My Lord and Master, I think that
My Lord and Master, Al, idea is a marvelous one. I would very much like to have
a safety harness. Please may I have a safety harness, just in case My Most Wise
and Wonderful Mistress, Sweet Pea craftsmanship is as shoddy as my own."
Gloria watched Frank hand a double halyard clip to Robert. Her eyes followed
the halyard as it was snapped over the ring running through the bulbous head of
Steve's cock. Her eyes widened and she started trembling when she saw where the
other end was heading.
"There! Now if your twat rings slip out your clitty will catch you." Robert
chuckled, as he released the lines that were keeping Gloria's breasts wrapped
around her thighs. "You wouldn't mind holding these would you?" Frank and
Robert, attached a five pound weight to each of Gloria's breasts.
An agonizing squeal escaped through Gloria's tightly clenched lips, as her
just freed breasts and pussy lips were stretched. Knowing that thrash about
wildly would do nothing but add to her agony, and possibly rip the ring out of
her pussy lips then her clit Gloria hung passively. Her only movement was a
slight jerking and swaying that was transmitted through joined gentile flesh, as
Steve bucked madly about.
Steve had been thrashing and bucking in shearing, anguishing pain, ever since
his wife dragged him out of the engine room on his piss filled gut by his balls.
He screamed the entire time. Oh, how he screamed, but only very muffled squeaks
manage to escape pass the huge rubber dildo that stuffed his mouth. When Robert
smashed his fist into Steve's piss bloated gut, Steve got a brief reprieve from
his pain as he slid into blissful unconscious. When Steve return from his
peaceful slumber, he felt the tissues and muscles rip and tear as his wife held
on to his prick. He felt every pound added to his wife in the root of his groin.
When Beth released her grip from around his prick the pain that shot through his
balls returned Steve to the nether world of slumber. When Steve's consciousness
returned he had the tall redheaded doctor hanging from his balls by her pussy
lips. His balls felt the extra weight that the Andersons added to the redhead
below him. Steve bucked, thrashed, and howled madly, as he continued his
spiraling decent into the abyss of purgatorial agony.
"Would you like to learn how to properly install rings into disgusting, nasty
twats like these?" Robert asked, digging his index finger into Gloria's
stretched pussy lips where the rings pierced her flesh.
"Yes, Robert My Lord and Master, I would like to learn how to install rings
into disgusting, nasty twats like the rings in my disgusting, nasty twat."
"Sweet Pea, ring kit!" Robert snapped.
Elizabeth scurried over to the footlocker and retrieved the piercing kit that
her uncle wanted.
"Two collars!" Bellowed Al.
With a deep mournful sigh, Elizabeth picked up two of the black color,
leather punishment collars.
"Put one on, Sweet Pea." Al cooed to his daughter.
With shaking hands, Elizabeth fitted one of the collars snugly around her
slim neck and locked it in place. She let her finger roam over the cool leather.
Elizabeth shivered knowing that the collar at any moment could send
nerve-searing jolts of electricity through her and any other collar wearer's
bodies.
"Mommy gets the other."
Elizabeth secured over to her mother and fitted the other collar snugly
around her mother's neck. She was about to fasten the lock when her father
bellowed.
"TIGHTER!"
Elizabeth pulled the collar around her mother's throat down another notch
making it very tight.
"Sweet Pea, if you don't start listening to daddy, you will take Fucktoy's
place."
Elizabeth pulled the collar down three more notches to the last notch in the
collar. When her father remained quit she snapped lock closed.
Linda was having trouble just to exchange air due to the collar her daughter
had tightly placed around her neck. The collar was so tight that folds of skin
were puffed around and over the edges of the collar. The one-eighth inch long
studs dug deeply into her throat. Every time Linda sucked in a mouthful of
Beth's blood from the split pussy lips, Linda had to struggle to swallow and get
the blood pass the restrictive collar and down her gullet.
While Robert swung the boom that Steve and Gloria were hanging from behind
Linda's up thrust rump, Al crotch down next to his wife. Al reached between his
wife's wide spread legs. Thrusting his fingers into his wife's cunt and latched
on to her clit. Al pulled the clit out of its warm moist hiding place into the
open jaws of the garden sheers. "Darling, your daughter is going to teach Quack
how to properly install twat ring. If you move that fat worthless ass...SNIP,
SNIP!" Al closed the blades of the sheers just enough to put pressure of the
sharp blades on his wife's clit. "Sweet Pea!"
Linda cringed, shook violently and screamed, into the bloody pussy her face
was buried in as her daughter pierced her pussy lips and inserted rings into
them. But she remained in her degrading position.
"CLITTY" Al bellowed.
Linda snapped her legs closed, dropped her rump down onto her heels and
howled at the top of her lungs into Beth's pussy. At first she thought that her
husband had gone ahead and cut her clit off. But after the initial wave of
agonizing pain washed through her she still felt the cold sheer blades pressing
against her still present clit, and the sharp points of the sheers pressing into
her pussy mound.
"Sweetheart, your daughter isn't done yet. Resume your position." Al cooed,
as he tighten the sheers against his wife's clit.
Shuddering with relief, Linda jacked her rump up, thrust her knees as wide
apart as she could and pooch out her pussy, as she continue to suck blood from
Beth's pussy.
Elizabeth fed a ring through the hole she punched through her mother's clit
that her father was stretching and threatening to clip off. For the millionth
time Elizabeth wished that her mother had not barged into her bedroom that
fateful day two years ago. Though she was glad that she had manage to get her
mother released from the sewage tank, she shuddered and wept as she pictured
her, mother's "medical bill" payments, as promise by her father. God; how she
wished that Helen had never born.
"TITTIES!'
Elizabeth plopped onto her back between her mother's wide spread knees. Then
slithered under her mother torso like an auto mechanic going under a car for
repairs. Elizabeth grasped her mother's large plump nipple of her left breast;
she then centered the piercing punch just behind the dark, pimply aureole and
snapped the punch close. After Elizabeth, slipped a ring through just holed
breast tissue, Elizabeth adorned her mother's right breast with another ring.
Elizabeth watched the gleaming bits of medal in her mother quivering, full,
breasts. Suddenly a sharp stingy pain flashed through her left cheek. Elizabeth
wanted to scream out but she knew better. She lay the passively as her left
cheek was stung once again.
"Those are for mommy's flabby sacks," Chuckled Al.
Elizabeth reached up next to her sting cheek and picked up the two
rubberbands that were lying on the deck. She slipped one of the rubberbands over
and to the base of her mother's left breast that was dangling above her. The
other rubberband went around the base of the right. POP! POP! Two more
rubberbands stung Elizabeth cheek.
"THE REST BEST BE DOUBLE!
Elizabeth place the restrictive band around her mother's firm, ample left
breast, then she pulled the band back out from the breast gave the band a full
twist and reworked it over her mother's breast. The rubberband was now squeezing
the large breast very, very tightly.
Elizabeth glanced down at her own little buds. She had once dream and pray
that her chest would fill out as large, full and firm as her mother's. She knew
men adored large breasted women. She had watched men even young boys from her
school ogle, leeringly at her mother's breasts. So she had prayed very hard
every day that her chest would develop the same 40-DD breasts of her mother's.
But now she didn't even want the small nubs that were sprouting. After
witnessing the myriad forms of hideous tortures that her father and uncles
bestowed upon the multitude of large breasts in their clutches, she wanted
nothing to do with well-endowed mammary glands. Mater of fact she now was
praying that the buds that were now present on her chest would shrivel up and
disappeared.
Not only did her father and uncles love large breasts, but also they wanted
those breasts to be super firm. The rubberbands around the base of each
sex-slave's breasts ensure that they were firm. The elastic bands compressed and
squeezed breast tissue removing any hint of droopiness. Normally ten rubberbands
around the base of each breast pulled the skin taunt and compressed the base of
the breasts. It made them jut out like balloons. But when her father finally
stopped popping her left cheek with rubberbands, each base of her mother's
breasts were being compressed by thirty of the bands. The bands were pulling the
skin so taunt over the ballooned surface of the breast that they appeared to be
ready to burst.
"Quack! Now that you've seen Sweet Pea show you how, it's time to reinstall
Bilge Rat's twat rings." Chuckled Robert."
A Y-strap with three lanyard clips hit Elizabeth in the head. Without being
told Elizabeth attached the two upper clips of the Y-strap to the rings in her
mother's newly installed breasts rings and the third clip to her mother's clit
ring. Once the Y-strap was hooked to the three points, Elizabeth shortened the
Y-strap.
Linda's gasped and groaned as her breasts were dragged downwards and her clit
was dragged upwards, as her daughter shorten the Y-strap until the three lanyard
clips touched.
"Sweet Pea! Stop playing with mommy and get your lazy ass up here."
Elizabeth scrambled from under her mother and up on her feet. She saw her
father and Uncle Frank were holding, Beth up by her ankles.
"Sweet Pea, look at mommy shivering. I think mommy has got a chill. Why don't
you warm mommy's tushie up, for her?"
Elizabeth scurried over to her father; retrieve the leather strop that he was
holding, then scurried back behind her mother. As Elizabeth began "warming" her
mother's rear with the leather strop, she continue to watch Beth's plight.
They were stretching Beth's legs so wide that Beth was on the verge of being
snapped in two like a wishbone. Beth's arms were secured behind her back at the
wrist and elbows. However, as Beth torso twisted and thrashed about, she was
struggling to get her hands to her pussy. Beth was pleading desperately to all
three of Elizabeth relatives. The only response Beth got from the three men was
cold, cackling laughter. Elizabeth watched her Uncle Robert swing Gloria, who
was still hanging from her pussy lips by Steve's balls, over Beth's pussy.
"And they best be put in properly this time. Just like Sweet Pea showed you
on, Sludge." Robert growled.
Beth howled, as for a third time her pussy lips were pierced and ringed.
With Beth's pussy lips repierced, Elizabeth watched her Uncle Robert released
Gloria from Steve's balls and drop Gloria to the deck. With Beth thrashing and
bucking in an apoplectic fit, and howling with frantic, hysterical, pleads, as
her father and Uncle Frank held Beth under Steve, while Uncle Robert fastened
Steve's balls and Beth's new pussy lip rings together.
As if a light switch was flip Beth froze as if she had gazed upon Medusa and
had been turned to stone, as her pussy lips took up the strain of her body
weight and the one hundred and twenty pounds of steel. Beth's feverish begging
continued as Al released the bindings around Beth's arms. No sooner than her
arms were freed Beth's hands zoomed to her husband's hard, cold cock. Once
Beth's hands had a death grip on the purple phallus she lifted herself up,
easing the immense pain spiking through her pussy.
Beth didn't know how long her overwork; straining muscles could continue to
hold her up. Already her slender hands were slipping down her husband's cock.
Beth knew that when her hands completely slip off of her husband's trussed up
cock the rings in her pussy would rip out again. The ripped tissue from the
second set of rings was still bleeding. The blood flowed down Beth's inverted
torso before dripping onto the deck below.
"Sweet Pea, mommies nasty twat looks a bit nippy." Al chuckled.
Elizabeth changed the angle of her swing and slammed the leather strop across
her mother's gaping pussy. Elizabeth alternated the blows from the leather strop
between her mother's rump and pussy.
Though the blows from her daughter stung like the dickens, especially the
ones to her pussy, Linda remained in her position kissing the deck with noisy
wet kisses. Her just pierced flesh was burning and throbbing intently especially
her breasts and clit that were being drawn together.
"Well, Bilge Rat, would we like to continue our little jog around the
Scorpion, or do we need to hang around while we spend a little more time to
ponder our behavior?" Giggled Robert.
"My Lord and Master, Robert, I would like to continue to jog around the
Scorpion." Beth gasped.
"All right, Bilge Rat, but remember if we're caught tampering with any other
piece of equipment, the other toys, or yourself, your current pains will seem
like loving caresses. Robert scowled as he released Steve from the hoist hook.
Beth crashed to the deck, with Steve atop of her. "Are we going to perform any
further acts of sabotage?"
Fighting to keep from screaming, Beth responded to Robert in short gasping
stuttering utterance, "I will not sabotage anything else, Robert My Lord and
Master."
"Then haul them buns!"
Beth struggled to her feet and took off running dragging her husband by his
balls behind her with her pussy lips. Though she was trying to run as fast as
she could Beth's speed was only barely above a power walk speed. Between the
two hundred and forty pounds of her squirming husband hanging from her pussy
lips and the one hundred and twenty pounds of lead swing from her breasts and
clit, gave Beth an extra three hundred and sixty pounds to run with. But it was
better then trying to hold herself up by her husband's cock so the third set of
rings would not rip through her tattered pussy lips.
"Sweet Pea, go get your shipboard clothes, then go to the cargo hold and get
a throttle, and two fifty pound weights. Then return here with the items,
pronto. I will keep mommy warm until you return." Al cooed.
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