Jen and Amy fell asleep beside Scott, all three hard worker naked and helpless but at least blissfully unaware…for the time being.

Jen awoke about 45 arcminute later, peering outside one of the windows in the master's quarters. She saw the Pres Young, attractive American tourists, both Male and female, lined up naked along the deck of cards. General Khari's men were barking orders and putting the girlfriend into one line, the guys in another. Soon General Khari himself strode out onto the deck, bellowing for quiesce.

"Listen carefully, my beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. sex slaves. Now, you may be wondering what is next for all of you. Dinner will soon be served."The General's fat, masculine cheek broke into a askew grin. He gestured toward a protracted dining board which had been set up with a fiesta of grand transportation - yield delicacies, filet mignon, mashed potato, and a dozen other eccentric of cuisine. The plates and eyeglasses were set perfectly, poised for an immaculate banquet. The soldiers had all sat down, all except for general Khari's second-in-command, the scar-faced and turn looking Imari.

"You see all of this dainty food ? Before you are allowed to eat you must first EARN it."He pointed at a tall, creamy-skinned brunet with reasonably hazelnut tree eyes and a twain of large, mouth-watering breast."What is your figure, daughter ?"

"A-amanda,"she squeaked.

"Very good, Amanda. piece a new pardner to fuck. It can not be your hubby or boyfriend."The young woman hesitated. Imari came up with a harvest and swatted savagely across her supple retinal cone. The brunet yelled and quickly walked over to a tormented-looking young man, taking him by the hand.

"Good ! Now the rest of you choose new partners. And do not even THINK of trying to choose your husband or boyfriend. If we find out you disobeyed, we will kill them before your eyes."The superior general and his men watched eagerly as the defenseless captive chose their new sex cooperator. Then, when every girl had been paired up with a guy, the general made his last announcement.

"I want one-half of the couples on this side and half of the couples across from them. Male hard worker, you will fuck your madam doggy-style, each note facing the other. female slaves, you will osculate the girlfriend across from you as the men pound your tight muddle. If everyone can screw for the next 30 minutes without coming, then you will all get to eat the leftovers which my men and I decide to offer. If anyone climaxes prematurely…"The General let the condemnation bent, deadly delight showing in his middle at the mere possibility.

Jennifer wanted to look away, but her eyes were glued to the horrifying yet somehow fascinating tantrum unfolding. The girl named Amanda knelt on her deal and knees. The Pres Young man behind her was Steve. He gently kissed the nape of Amanda's neck before massaging her shoulders and whispering something in her ear.

"I'm sorry they're making us do this."

"It's okay,"Amanda sighed.

"Hurry up !"Imari growled, walking up and down the two lines of twosome."starting fucking. Get fussy !"He glanced at his lookout man."The XXX minute timer starts now."

Amanda put her ass up senior high in the air, and it was impossible not to discover how Steve appreciated her aphrodisiacal curves. He ran his fingers down her smooth flanks, slowly inserting his now raging hard-on. As his cock slipped into her soft flock, she sighed and ground her rose hip back to meet him. Her nipples pebbled into flyspeck, rock-hard petty buds. Her bosom shook as Steve established a rhythm, plunging his shaft deep, steadily and slowly ramming toward her uterine cervix. The new distich could have been any former pair making love life, enjoying intimacy, if it weren't for the awful view of soldiers enjoying the show and former helpless naked couples fucking all around them.

"What are you doing ? Fuck that brunette cunt harder. Don't be such a limp-dick American English,"Imari grumbled, smacking the crop across Steve's cheek. Steve cried out and quickly moved to obey. Grasping Amanda by the articulatio humeri, he began pumping his shaft like a jack-hammer into her sore snatch, feeling her squirm and moan loudly on his slamming hawkshaw.

"I'm sorry… have to… fuck harder…"

Amanda wiped a roam tear from her eye."It's okay…the prick's soldiers already fucked me half a dozen prison term. My puss's so sore… but at least, at to the lowest degree their cum is still within me."She didn't need to say what Jennifer was thinking. ‘ At least with all that cum inside the little girl's horribly fucked pussy, Steve's cock will slide in and out easily. less discomfort. She might even be able to enjoy it.'

Soon enough Jennifer's eyes and ears could resolve that very enquiry. After the first few second, Amanda's pale body was grinding back against Steve's tool even more excitedly. A loud suctioning speech sound sailed to Jen's ears each clip Steve's shaft slammed menage into Amanda's feminine sheath. His hands massaged her flank, slipping underneath to cup her offspring, perky bosom. Amanda's jaw went slack, her cunt mouth forming a tight, greedy stamp around Steve's Danton True Young shaft. She moaned, biting her lip.

"Yes, Steve. Your turncock feels so good. Don't hold back. nooky me. Fuck me just like that, big guy."

Jennifer watched with privy stimulation as Steve's cock vanished once again inside Amanda's tight, wet folds. Across from Amanda there was a lithe carrottop with curly red fuzz. She leaned forward, kissing Amanda and stifling her moan, as a compact Male captive fucked the redhead from behind in the Saame doggy-style position. Soon the total length of the ship's deck was filled with a compounding of moan, grunts, the slapping strait of testicles, and the squelchy-wet sounds of slit greedily accepting plunging fizgig of manhood. Jennifer watched as Amanda and the unknown carrottop deepened their osculation, French kissing obediently while the two men continued to drill their bitch.

"Ooohhhh ! Oh god. I need to slow down down,"Steve muttered, pulling out his shaft. It now glistened with Amanda's succus, slimy as can be. He stared down at it in unbelief, then glanced across at the man who was fucking the Melanerpes erythrocephalus. That man was clearly Amanda's hubby. He could see the ring glinting on his finger's breadth. Steve could also see the way that man's tortured gaze fixated on the beautiful raw brunette in forepart of him.

"I'm sorry,"Steve grunted."Please forgive me."He plunged into Amanda's cock-hugging cunt with renewed vigor, relishing the feel of her body around his raging erecting. He reached underneath, playing with her clit as her groan deepened.

"OOoohhh ! ! Oh god. Don't,"she sighed, rocking her coxa backward again to case his gibe with her moistening slit. Steve tried to take out, he truly did. He pulled back even as Imari stood in front of them, staring at them critically with his riding crop poised to strike.

"Keep fucking her, idiot ! Did I say you could stop ?"Imari shouted. He leaned down, pinching Amanda's nipples hard as she yelped, which made her cunt muscleman seize up around Steve's shaft twice as hard."And you, petty bitch. barb that pussy back HARDER. I want to see you make him cum inside you."

"But Sir, we aren't allowed,"Amanda groaned. Her mournful moan reached a crescendo as Steve's peter flew between her second joint, fucking her slit like a battering ram as she dripped her fluids down his calamus until even his scrotum was thickly covered in her olfactory property. Her side by side protestation was again stifled by the curly carrottop's lip and exploratory tongue. She moaned, kissing the red-header back as her slit lovingly encased Steve's throbbing manhood…milking his testis toward a proscribe finish.

‘ Oh god,'Jen thought. They were close…so close. If Steve gushed inside of her, what would the General do ?

The General himself strode up to the phrenetic dyad as Steve grunted plaintively. His hands slid down to Amanda's ass cheeks, clutching her waist tightly as his aspect contorted in the tell-tale sign of orgasm. Amanda's eyes widened in surprise as she felt Steve's scalding seed scour out her inside, as he pumped her full of his pasty fluid. No Oklahoman had Steve finished emptying his hot cum in Amanda's cunt, Imari roughly pushed him back. He glared at Amanda's gaping, exposed sex as it leaked long, lumbering streams of cum.

"This one has disobeyed, Sir !"Imari shouted. The General walked over to the terrified untested man. Steve put up his hand in resignation, scrambling to his genu.

"Please, I tried to hold back."He gestured toward Imari."He made me go along fucking her so unvoiced and fast, I couldn't…I couldn't helper it ! Please don't putting to death me."

The General grabbed Steve by the cervix and thrust his look into Amanda's exposed slit."Lick up your mess, worthless American slave ! Do it now !"The full general stood back, watching as Steve slurped frantically at Amanda's ravaged pussy. He gobbled up all of the seed fervently, until he had tasted his own salty cum and swallowed all of it. Without even realizing it Amanda had been grinding her pussy back into his face, enjoying the sensations his tongue created. Now he sat back on his haunches and turned around just in time for the General to pistol-whip him. The young man sprawled unconscious on the pack of cards, facedown.

"Take this disobedient American and throw him over the side."

"No !"Amanda cried."Please don't kill him !"Amanda crawled over on her manpower and genu, her heart shining with desperation. Imploring her capturer.

The General regarded her for a few fleeting moments. A cruel grin slowly morphed his features."What would you do to save his life, slut ? Hmm ?"He grasped her by the nape of the cervix, thrusting her aspect toward Steve's butt."slug out his ass, bitch. earn his puckered cakehole nice and clean or I send him over the side."

Shuddering, the big-breasted brunette obeyed. She flicked her natural language at Steve's bottom, tonguing his star-shaped anus. Somehow she fought back the urge to gag. Jennifer watched it all with mounting disbelief. Imari dropped his pants behind Amanda, prodding his vein-covered cock-head at the entry to Amanda's pussy. She groaned loudly when he thrust balls-deep into her just-fucked snatch, the beat of his cock slamming into her vernal body adding a new layer of phone to the forced orgy all along the deck…

‘ Oh god. These bozo are beyond animals… At to the lowest degree Amy, Robert Scott and I aren't up there on the deck. We seem to be the General's favorite dearie or something like that. But what will he do with us ?'Jen shivered at the thought. Soon enough she heard footsteps, threatening footfall which could only be superior general Khari's tread. Oh no. He was coming…

The slender brunette prodded Amy and the blonde's hubby, who had managed to kip through it all."Wake up ! He's coming."

Amy's pretty blue eyes snapped open with alertness. Robert Falcon Scott groaned. Still bound spread-eagled to the wide bed, he could do nil but look around frantically, eyes still haunted by all the misuse he'd been subjected to. His anus still ached from his earliest rape.

General Khari walked in with big strides, his tool elongated to the fullest. Jennifer and Amy watched it bob ominously with each step as he came up to them.

"Rise and refulgence, little fuck pets. Did you have a good nap ? I bet you are hungry, yes ?"Jennifer and Amy nodded meekly."Good, the three of you will get together me for the evening meal. Come."Two of the general's soldiers rushed in behind him, quickly unbinding Robert Scott and allowing him to stumble beside them as they mounted the stairway. Within a few arcminute they had reached the main deck with the longsighted feast mesa sumptuously laid with food. The soldiers were already halfway through the repast. Yet much food remained uninfluenced. Jen's stomach rumbled and Amy heard her own hunger stab grouch audibly.

Jen looked back to the girl she'd been watching earlier, Amanda. The big-breasted, sexy, and pale-skinned young woman was now crying out for mercy. Two soldiers had come over to serve Imari in his harassment of her. Amy and Scott turned their heads to see what had Jen's attention so transfixed.

"Please…UgghhK !"Amanda begged.

"Choke the petty beef and put her on my cock,"Imari growled. He was lying down now, and the younger soldier assisting him had put a noose around Amanda's cervix, yanking her backward until she straddled Imari's pecker, her shapely ass facing her main capturer. The older soldier next to Imari guided Imari's cock into Amanda's slit, letting it embed deeply in her sore snatch before taking the riding crop and smacking it in a bestial rhythm against her clit and pubic area. Meanwhile the younger soldier continued to constrain his hold on the rope leash so that it bit into Amanda's neck opening. She sputtered and begged as Imari established a musical rhythm, watching her ass move as her puss squirmed more and more frantically on his dick with each second of intensifying ill-usage.

General Khari came up and put his arms around each of his favorite untried snatch. He idly cupped Amy's and Jennifer's white meat as he licked the side of Amy's fount."Do you like the show, my deary ? It is quite wind up, isn't it ?"He felt the two gorgeous young women shiver in his arm before motioning for Scott to have a buttocks.

"Please, eat up. Your wife and sister have been such well behaved fuck slaves. I think you at least merit a proper meal."The General's fat, ugly human face lit up with an idea."Actually, it's time we had a nice lilliputian talk, man to man. The jade can wait to eat until later. Your wife can suck me off and her sister can suck you off while we percentage a repast together. Won't that be squeamish ?"He sat down and motioned for one of his men to throw Amy to her knee joint. Amy knew better than to resist. Her sonsie breast swayed as she leaned over, taking the General's thick, vein-bulging cock between her lips. She began smothering his shaft, firmly tightening her sassing around his manhood as she impaled her oral fissure, groaning as she took him in.

'Oh god…he aroma like sweat…no, even worse, like a gym-full of sweaty jock,'Amy cringed. The strong perfume of male musk filled the blonde's nostrils as she pumped her typeface up and down, her jaw rippling with her drive. The General sighed a suspiration of glad contentment, gathering her hairsbreadth back from her face as he watched her go down on him until her nose rubbed against his pubic hair.

"Ahhhh… your married woman has a rare talent for this. She's going to be the respectable cock-slurping slave girl the populace has ever seen,"the General beamed. He looked across at Scott, whose tormented gaze looked like person had taken a razor sword to his testicles. Scott was only too aware of Jennifer's natural language tenderly laving the side of his rigid penis. He shuddered as Jen took him in completely, the brunette's sass fastening around his shaft, slurping loudly as her warm oral cavity pressed lovingly around the side of meat of his manhood. Her nipples rubbed against his second joint, her chest swaying gently as she pumped her face enthusiastically up and down, moaning and slurping, doing whatever she could to sacrifice their twisted captor the best possible appearance.

‘ I'm so dismal, Dred Scott,'Jen thought. ‘ Please just don't do anything poor fish ’. The pretty brunette could find the anger, despair, and impuissance vibrating through Dred Scott's being as she sucked his tool. There was a barely contained craze vying with the impuissance, and Jen hoped that Winfield Scott wouldn't try anything efflorescence. She sensed that he was about to lunge across the table and scrabble for the General's pharynx. ‘ Oh no…please, you'll put us all in danger !'Jen thought. She risked a glance up at Scott's face and saw the murderous furore in his middle. As if she could ease his pain by sheer lust, the lithesome brunette suddenly straddled him, easing her pussy down on his hammer and then slamming her bitch down again and again and again with a fast, tidal bore rhythm method.

"Oooohhh…fuck me, Sir Walter Scott. Fuck my smashed pussy,"she moaned. Her middle finally ensnared his as her tits jiggled wildly. ‘ Don't misplace it, George C. Scott ! Stay with me !'- that was what her eyes cried out to him as he slowly let his madness and hatred slide away, distracted by the sensations gripping his rooster, Jen's feminine sheath squeezing his manhood like a heavenly glove.

The General's laughter boomed out."I see your married woman's sister is a very enthusiastic fuck slave. I suppose we won't punish her for being extra challenging. Try some of the halibut by the way. It's delicious."

Walter Scott couldn't believe this was even happening. Here he was trying to eat a meal while his wife's sister ground her pussy on his lap, driving him mad with lecherousness. He carefully reached around, snagging a pre-cut piece of halibut. He barely managed to bring it to his mouth to chew. Jennifer moaned louder, her slender openness writhing on his lap.

"Yes. I love fucking your cock. It feels so good in my pussy,"she said, her voice sultry as she leaned over, kissing him passionately. Robert Falcon Scott noticed that she snuck out a bite of the halibut from between his backtalk, swallowing it as her stomach grumbled.

‘ Perhaps I can feed us both,'he thought, aware of her thirst and intuitive feeling sorry for her. He knew she was doing this to try to facilitate him, to avail all of them and to celebrate this sadistic monster pleased and distracted so that hopefully he wouldn't hurt them more. He continued to feed her on the sly in this way, bringing the food to his mouth and then kissing her passionately as she leaned forward. She sucked at his lingua and playfully nipped at his bottom lip, giving their capturer a convincing enough show as Scott subtly helped establish Jen sustenance. Soon he had nearly finished off the halibut with Jen's sneaky assistant. Jen rested her hands on Scott's shoulders and kept impaling her now noticeably wet pussy on his rock-hard diaphysis. Scott was having more and more trouble concentrating as he watched his lance vanish between the girl's soft folds.

"So Dred Scott, perhaps we can blab out business enterprise now that you've had a chance to fill your belly,"General Khari said with equanimity. Suddenly his boldness tensed up though. He bellowed as cum stroke from the tip of his phallus, filling Amy's rima oris. Amy nearly gagged as the cum hit the back of her throat. More came sliding down her Kuki-Chin and covering her breasts in a sticky-white luster as the General continued spurting, wave after wafture of jism bursting from his humanness.

"Aahhhhh, fuck ! Your wife's mouthpiece is a treasure,"he growled. He looked down under the table and saw Amy's beautiful bod kneeling obediently as cum oozed down her mentum and breasts, a sparse current even sliding down her shine belly all the way to her pubic mound."Let that cum dry on your knocker and everywhere else on your body, slave. In the lag, come on up here, squawk. You've earned the advantage of eating some of my leftovers."A new sadistic glow stole over his eyes though. He called over one of his soldiers."Afua, get me the fuck-machine you built. I want to try out it out."

Amy's hale body prickled with fear as she saw what Afua then brought. It was a long, 12-inch chrome shaft with ribbing all along which created a surface of short stiletto heel from tip to base. It was as slurred as General Khari's cock too ! Afua affixed the metal peter to the chair beside the General, screwing it in with clamp that slipped around either position of the behind. He then plugged in the gimmick, running a corduroy to the outlet behind the spread table.

"It's ready for use, superior general,"the soldier said proudly. General Khari waved his arm in a grand gesture.

"You will see something very special now, man slave. Your gorgeous light-haired slut-wife will test out our new fuck-machine."He turned to Amy."Well, slave ? What are you waiting for ? jumping on and spike your cute little cunt."

Amy licked her lips, trying to think of anything she might say to avoid this new degradation. ‘ Oh god, it's huge. It'll split me open,'she thought, quivering as she mounted the chair. Slowly she engulfed the huge chrome gibe with her sore pussy. It hadn't been but an hour ago that one of the general's confederate had raped her pussy knockout, and she still felt the stickiness within her folds…a stickiness which at least made it easier for her to empale her sex on this forbiddingly orotund shaft. She groaned as she finally settled on the chair, taking all of its Brobdingnagian cinch inside her marriageable unseasoned body. Her breathing hitched as she felt it abruptly move inside her, pumping, fucking, slowly for now….

She turned back to see Afua turning up a dial of some sort."I have it on the lowest setting General. Shall I turn it up ?"

The general stroked his Kuki-Chin thoughtfully as he popped a piece of watermelon into his mouth and chewed."Time enough for that later. Leave the bitch on the current context. BUT, fiddling snatch, I want to see you riding it as you sit. move that ass up and down, bounce that twat on the fuck-machine so that my men can be entertained. Is that understood ?"

"Y-yes Master."Amy tried not to show tears as she began pumping her untried twat up and down the fuck-machine, bottoming out her plastered case on the raping, artificial cock. Trying not to consider about the stopcock drilling her aching slit, Amy managed to take some remnant slices of apple and bulge out feeding. She tried not to think of Scott's tormented stare watching her as she sat impaled on the fuck-machine, helpless as it buzzed between her ramification. She was so hungry that for a moment she did forget the giant hammer sliding up into her adumbrate profoundness, violating her with machinelike allegiance.

"Very secure, break one's back. Keep up that pace and I may give you another advantage. I haven't raped you yet, have I ? Soon you will receive the delight of having your cunt busted on my cock. Will you not be grateful, backbite ? To have such a brilliant cock inside you ?"When Amy didn't respond fast enough, the full general leaned over, biting her left nipple as he smacked her ass unvoiced, creating an inferno of sensation as she wiggled on the fuck-machine.

"AAHHH ! ! Yes, Sir…Master ! I would love to have your glorious prick inside me. Please don't hurt me,"she squealed.

The general turned back to Dred Scott, who was now panting for all he was deserving, his chest of drawers heaving as the acrobatic brunet slid her soft sex up and down his shaft, his balls blue with the demand to spew out their cherished consignment.

"Now, where were we ? Yes, we need to talk business,"the full general beamed. Meanwhile Jennifer cooed and moaned, her breast rubbing against Scott's chest as she vacuumed up his light beam between her bitch lips. The general stared, distracted, at the trail of pre-cum leaking from the sealing wax of Jennifer's cunt as it squeezed fervently around Scott's humanness.

Finally Dred Scott managed to grate out a few words.

"What…business ?"

"showtime let's reintroduce ourselves. You will call in me ‘ Master'at all times. Now what was your name, buckle down ?"

Scott reined in the rage and desperation in his heart, focusing on just answering the full general's question."My figure is Dred Scott. Master…"He nearly gagged on that utmost news."Master, please let my wife and her Sister go. They're just devoid miss. Please."

The general popped another bite into his oral fissure. Idly he reached over, rubbing Amy's tit as she continued to eat while sliding her cunt down on the fuck-machine."No, no, no. Sir Walter Scott, you don't seem to sympathise. I didn't take over this ship and gaining control a boatful of sexy immature hard worker just to let you all go free. What variety of advanced warlord in human being trafficking would do that ?"The full general chuckled."Not a very successful one."He cut a option morsel of filet mignon on his home. Then he turned to Scott's wife.

"open, bitch."Amy opened her oral fissure dutifully as he deposited the succulent firearm of essence between her brim. She gratefully chewed and swallowed, moaning as Afua turned up the circumstance on the fuck-machine.

"Soldier, what do you intend you're doing ?"the general growled.

"Forgive me, Sir. I thought that she needed a little more arousal. Her kitty-cat is wet, and I thought…Forgive me, I will turn the setting back to ‘ Low'if you wish."

The general mulled this over with a grunt."No, leave the mount as is. I can appreciate not just a soldier who takes orders but also one who takes some initiative."

"Oh please !"Amy moaned. The fuck-machine was thrusting upward like an raunchy plunger now, a punishing rhythm. It spread her bitch sassing and threw an array of jarring hotshot each time it drove up to the hilt, stuffing her cunt completely with its cinch."Oh please turn it back down, Master…Ohhh god, it's too big. It hurts !"she groaned. But there was Sir Thomas More than just the dull ache of pain, there was also the maddening, traitorous glimmer of genuine pleasure. Her sex thrummed with arousal each time the ribbed shaft, designed for utmost foreplay of the bitch's inner wall, thrust trench into her despoil sex, fucking her with a consistency that no human male could equate. Amy gripped the tabularize sheets, her snatch clenching around the light beam as it fucked her. Sweat beaded on her brow as she felt her completely body ardent with the ravishment of too many ace between her stage. ‘ No…this is so improper ! hitch !'she berated her own body, her own feminine instincts which welcomed the cock that was now raping her, which happily accepted the sensations as the cock fucked her more deeply and more intimately than she had ever been fucked. Even Scott's lovemaking as his stallion-like strongest, with his cock plunging into her CORE, even that was nothing like this. Nothing compared to the unyielding chrome shaft now buried to the hilt in her easygoing, moistening sex.

The superior general leaned down and carefully scrutinized the base of the chrome spear. He leaned over, sniffing at the chair.

"I can sense your married woman hussy's juice and see them glistening even on the base of the fuck-machine. The little whore loves it !"the general grunted."See, your wife will enjoy being my personal sex slave very much. She will cause no demand of you anymore. My manhood and the many cocks I will enter her to, those will keep her quite an satisfied."

Robert Scott trembled, trying to ignore the distraction of Jennifer's lithesome desolation still clenched around his penis, her cunt still clutching his shaft as she kissed the side of his face and tried to soothe him."No. please don't ! Let us go !"he said through a strangled pant.

"If you do not stop your tiresome requests, I may have to punish you. Directly or…indirectly."He gestured toward one of his men, who handed him a pistol. He pressed the barrel of the gun into Amy's closely shaved pubic muff as she kept humping the whirring cock.

"The future time you make that request, I will put a bullet train in her. Understood ?"Amy's middle widened as her breasts shook with the force of her next impalement. She moaned and gave Scott a helpless, terrified look.

"Oh god, please I'll do whatever you want ! Okay !"Robert Scott cried.

"Good."The General withdrew the gun and handed it back to his man."Now, finally, we focus on byplay. These are your two alternative, Scott. Option one ; I let you live, deposit $ 1 million in a secret bank building business relationship, and sacrifice you a scripted history to tell once saviour find you, as I know they will. You will tell them exactly what I tell you to say, a tragic storey about how everyone on the ship perished in a horrific violent storm. You will do this because I will be keeping these two sluts as my personal sex hard worker. If you so much as breathe a word to the authorities of what really happened on this ship, I'll have them both killed. That is option one."

Scott frowned, confused."Wait…but what are you going to do with everyone else on the ship ?"

"I will trade the attractive Cy Young male striver and the sexy little cunts for top dollar mark to foreign vendee. There are plenty of centre Eastern sheik willing to pay, not to mention Russian oligarchs who need to add a new sex slave to meet their secret proclivities. Many, many former markets are open up to me. All these beautiful young American English you now see fucking each other on this deck of cards will all fetch a sensible price. As for the older and the young…they are a indebtedness I can't allow."

Chilled to the bone, for a moment Robert Falcon Scott could hardly enfold his question around the monster that this man truly was.

"And what…what is option two, Master ?"He carefully tacked on ‘ Master'even though it made bile advance up in his throat.

In the background signal Scott was momentarily distracted as the pale-skinned, big-breasted fille named Amanda cried out. Imari had finally gushed inside her jackass, and the crop slamming against her clit had driven her mad. She slumped over as an orgasm tore through her, juices coating Imari's prick and even trickling down to his testicles. The early man who'd assisted Imari continued to tighten the forget me drug around her neck opening until she passed out, her supple bareness flopping sideways on the deck. Imari grunted as he pushed her hobble body off of him like so often human being scum.

"take her below, inflame her up with a frigidness pail of water, and have her overhaul the others,"Imari growled.

Scott whipped his tending back to the full general as the atrocious man outlined the other terrible option.

"The other option is this…"The General clapped and two naked vernal fair sex walked into view. Both were of African stock, and both were alluring beyond words. The one on the right had a nose annulus and Brobdingnagian, voluptuous titty with some of the biggest areolas and nipples Scott had ever seen. The other girl had medium-sized breast and a grimace with more ceremonious beauty, a perfect symmetry with lively brownish eyes. Both women had their pussies shaved and both looked very athletic, reminding Scott of a gazelle leaping in the wilderness. He shook his drumhead, trying to rub out the unusual image from his mind.

"These are my sisters, Kunto and Neka."Kunto was the big-breasted female child with the nozzle ring and Neka was the beautiful girlfriend with the resilient eyes."They need a new man hard worker and I told them that you would be an excellent addition to their male harem. If you agree, then they will own you, body and soul. Your cock and orchis will belong to them. And if you agree, the flatware facing is no small thing ; frequently you will get to see this young slut beside me. Occasionally you will be reunited with your wife, when my babe and I have one of our articulate riot with all our sex hard worker in attendance. Once in a spell, perhaps if you behave, if they are feeling as generous as I am, we may even let you sleep together your wife again."

Kunto nodded, a smile lighting up her seductive face."What do you recollect, sister ? Does he depend like enough of a stud to please us ?"Kunto and Neka walked around to the other side of meat of the board, watching critically as Jennifer, now almost covered in sudor from her exertions, continued to plunge her pussy down on his lance, grunting and cooing for all she was worth - her arousal completely true.

The big-breasted black girlfriend knelt at the base of the chair in which Scott sat, massaging his testicles as she watched Jen's pussy chute back and Forth River along his intemperately length. Meanwhile Neka reached around, pinching and playfully squeezing Jennifer's nipple. The extra stabs of sudden stimulation at her aching cones began to transmit Jennifer over the border.

"Oh god. Ooohhhh Scott. I can't stop myself. I'm so sorry !"she crooned.

"Go ahead, kick. Cum on his lap,"Neka growled. The beautiful black girl watched as Jennifer squealed, her juices spurting uncontrollably, gushing down the length of Scott's rotating shaft. Her slender organic structure continued to thrill on Scott's cock, milking his lump cruelly as her pussy clenched and convulsed, squeezing until Scott could hardly stand it. After the concluding spirt of Jen's cunt cream had streamed down Sir Walter Scott's penis, the big-breasted Kunto pulled the helpless man's cock discharge and slurped on it, relishing the gustation of Jen's juice.

"Ahhh. She tastes delicious,"Kunto sighed. The dark fancy woman sucked Robert Scott off a little more before putting the beam back between Jennifer's labia."Sit back down on his prick, bitch. You'll drive him until he gets a cultivation as gratifying as yours."Jennifer whimpered as she felt his cock-head slam up into her moistness heat. She gyrated her hip as Scott moaned, his middle squeezing shut. His blue balls had reached a zenith, a point of no return. He groaned plaintively, almost as if in anguish, as Neka pushed on Jennifer's shoulders, forcing the brunette to slam her pussy all the way down until her pubic muff and Winfield Scott's rubbed together, their bodies fully joined.

"No. Stop this. This is faulty ! This is so wrongfulness !"Scott bellowed.

The General ignored Winfield Scott's rising lecherousness and torment."Well, man striver ? Which will it be ? Will you take the money and the freedom ? Or will you join my sister'slave hareem and be closer to your precious wife, Amy ?"As he said this the superior general reached over, gently rubbing the blonde girl's clit.

As if the full general's conjuration of her public figure had helped conspire to bring about an earth-shattering orgasm, Amy's kitty chose that exact moment to hurtle over the precipice. The whirring fuck-machine had been battering her tight, wet folds for too long now. She just couldn't hold out for a single moment longer, and her inure nipples showed her stimulation as she plunged her pussy down on the beam with all her might, her perfumed fluids completely covering every inch of the chrome member.

"AAAAHHHHH ! ! ! OH GODDD ! OH shag !"Amy cried out, a squeal filled with both sheer transport and guilt. Her white meat ached with stimulation and her cunt burned with a fiery luxuria that purged all mentation from her brain, replacing them with just the indigence to do it, to be filled, to cum arduous and violently on the pecker that was raping her snug, sore, over-sensitive Whitney Young snap. The beautiful Pres Young blonde came hard on that prick, screaming out an orgasm unlike any she'd ever known. Her bitch hugged that dick like it was her savior. Her pussy ointment flowed like a falls down the shaft, pooling on the rump of the chair as her tit beaded up like two pink spikes. She clenched the table hard with both hands as her eubstance betrayed her, shudder after frisson, convulsions tearing through her pussy as she gushed and gushed…spewing so much feminine nectar.

It seemed like a wax two minutes before Amy could remember coherently, before her mammilla didn't hurt from her arousal and before her sore kitty-cat had finally stopped twitching. With the fuck-machine still buzzing on ‘ Medium'background, that shaft still pumping up into her over-sensitive puss, the stimulation was too much. It was terrible. She looked over at the General desperately."Please Sir, it hurts. I'm so sensitive down there now. Oh please ! Let me love you instead."

The general laughed."Now there is something that I bet your husband never expected to hear."He savored the look of betrayal and disbelief on Scott's anguished face."Oh, don't feeling at your wife so accusingly, Scott. After all, you are about to release a load of hot jism right up the slit of your wife's sister !"He smiled like a jolly, vicious giant. He patted his lap, and from his peg now sprang a marvellous, vein-covered knob of flesh."Hop on, blonde snatch. bust that tender pussy on a real number man's dick. I have been looking forward to raping you."

Amy dutifully complied, just grateful to cause a hiatus from the relentless fuck-machine. She straddled the general's ray of light, cooing her gratitude as her pussy slurped up the distance of his humanity. The General grasped the back of her head, bringing her in for a slow, lingering kiss.

"Mmmm. My number one time raping your tight, velvet-soft cunt. It feels every bit as heavenly as I'd dreamed it would,"the full general rumbled. Amy sighed, asking herself when this nightmare would ever end. But she also acknowledged the lingering lust, already ramping up again, as her pussy hugged the walls of her capturer's penis. She ground her coxa, whimpering as she felt her libido awaken on levels never before felt. ‘ If this is what I need to do to keep us alive as his front-runner, this is what I'll do !'she thought fiercely. Even if they stayed as captives of the general and his family, at least they would be together. She didn't want to die and she knew that Winfield Scott would never be able to live with himself if he betrayed them to save his own skin.

The superior general stared at Amy's shaking titty, admiring the sticky layer of his earlier explosion of cum, which had almost completely dried on her limber curves. He reached out, groping her tits as she moaned more loudly, creating zigzag of pain where his palms mashed into the tender topographic point where the metal bars had been inserted into her nipples.

"OW. Oh please Sir, be aristocratic,"Amy wailed. She leaned forward, taking the go-ahead this time. She kissed him passionately, her hands cupping his neck opening as she lifted and slammed her bitch furiously along his beam of light as if she needed it deep inside her quim just to stay alive. The full general seemed to like that, returning her kiss and leaving her bosom alone. His bridge player roved up and down her back, caressing her in reward.

"Mmmm…this young cunt is learning. Your wife will be a very well-trained fuckpet. You will see for yourself, Scott - if you choose to become my sisters'property."

Walter Scott's conflict had reached the boiling breaker point. He didn't know what to do. He was terrified. The thought of just getting away from this madman and all of his soldiers surged to the head. ‘ But how can I pass on Amy ? Poor Amy ! Oh god…no…I can't. I could never do that to her.'Scott also knew that the early option sounded too good to be true. He thought to himself, ‘ I'll be the scapegoat. The General wouldn't pay me money unless he thought I wouldn't be around to spend it !'This abstract thought left Scott with just one selection.

Become a manful sex slave to the two African womanhood now tormenting him.

"Well, Scott ? I'm going to require an answer."general Khari watched as Jennifer's squirming trunk finally wrested out Scott's precious seeded player. With her pussy fully engulfing every inch of his diamond-hard slab of flesh, Scott groaned a long, torture cry. General Khari grasped Amy by the Kuki-Chin, swiveling her face so that she had to watch over the import of her hubby's sexual climax.

"face at him, bitch. Look at your husband splatter his source right up your sister's fuck-hole,"the superior general shouted. Amys boldness twisted in unbelief as she saw George C. Scott writhe, cum spurting from his cock as he twitched in a state of half-agony, half-ecstasy.

"AAHHHH ! UGHHH ! ! !"Winfield Scott's jism erupted, filling Jen's tender twat within a few mighty bursts. Neka fondled Scott's scrotum, admiring the way his testicles tightened during the throes of his coming. The extra cum oozed out of Jennifer's slit, pooling on Scott's genital organ. Kunto, the big-breasted black girl, leaned in redress away as Robert Scott's cock flopped complimentary of Jen's tainted sex.

"Oh, isn't this beautiful ? I can't postponement to taste his nasty cum,"Kunto purred, her tone all tincture of seductive. She lapped at the cum on Robert Falcon Scott's lap before leaning over farther to slide her clapper rich inside Jen's awkward fold. The aphrodisiac brunette moaned as Kunto turned her around on Robert Falcon Scott's lap and intensified her cunt-licking fete, slurping loudly for all to learn. Neka gently stroked her younger sister's berm, even cupping her sister's ass as she watched, turned-on by the sight of her sister licking out the incapacitated young lady's cream-pie twat.

"That's so hot, Kunto baby. work out out the white gripe's pussy until it glistens with all your saliva. severalize me how our new man-slave's cum tastes."She finally gave a pout as Kunto buried her olfactory organ in Jen's pubic fumble and kept licking."Greedy bitch. You could have left some for me."Finally Kunto came up for air, licking her chopper and wiping away the special fluid dripping down her chin. She leaned into Scott, giving him a buss so he could sample the tracing of his own jism. Jen's eyes were still fogged over in a daze of pleasure. The slender brunette remained dazed as a soldier yanked her off of Scott's lap and sat her in the chair beside him.

"Ugghhh…"Jen groaned.

"Shut up and eat, little bitch. You may not have a right repast for some time,"the General said. winking quickly, snapping out of her reverie, Jennifer tried to start eating. She tried to dismiss the throbbing ache inside her pussy, which had never been fucked so raw. She ate quietly, just hoping she wouldn't draw in any more notice. She needed rest. Her pussy needed a jailbreak ! She looked over at Amy, her aspect and bosom still coated in the General's nasty cum, and felt compassion for her sis. For just a split second she imagined licking all of that crusty cum off of her sis's eubstance. Making her clean and jerk again. Why did the very thought send out a twinge of foreplay rich inside her core ? She quickly ate as lots food for thought as she could, trying to draw a blank those forbidden thoughts.

"final fortune. I need an reply,"the General rumbled, glaring at Scott. He took the pistol back from the obliging hand of the nearest soldier. He stood up and whirled Amy around, bending her over the table with her lissome cones mashed into the board's surface, scattering several cups. He inserted his shaft into her well-lubricated balminess, plunging his cock deep inside her with a grunt as he put the barrel of the gun to her temple. As he kept fucking her, pulverizing her finespun sex with tenacious, mind-jarring thrusts of his cock, he pressed the barrel of the gun harder into Amy's head. Amy winced, her optic enlarging in tally terror.

"springiness me an answer now or I put a slug in your wife's drumhead !"

Scott's face crumpled. All scrap and cult had gone out of him. There was only survival of the fittest. Just a shred of hope that somehow they might stay near each other. That there might be a tomorrow for them after all.

"All right ! I'll be a sex slave !"Scott said, his vocalization filled with pain like bits of broken looking glass. He sagged in his chair, looking at the ship's deck of cards, utterly ashamed.

full general Khari's broad smile returned like a new burst of sunshine."Excellent."He gave the gun back to the soldier, gripped Amy's wing, and continued pounding her pussy without clemency. He looked back at Afua, the inventor of the fuck-machine which now lay dormant.

"It is time we celebrate our new sex slaves. Afua, have some fun with the brunette. Fuck her hard."

"Please, no. My pussy's too sore !"Jen begged.

The General grunted."Very well. Afua, take her in the ass."Jen protested as Afua came over, his extended shaft already eager with a pearled drop of cum on its tip. She babbled pleas as he bent her over the mesa, pouring a vial of lubricant into her asteroid hole, and swiftly began wedging his shaft into that too-tight passage. Soon her breasts were rubbing against the tabletop with the military unit of Afua's anal penetrations. He held her wrists behind her back as he thrust past her sphincter musculus's resistance, forcing himself in. Her groan reached a new intensity.

"Please, oh god. select it out. It's too big ! AAHHHH !"Jen wailed. Afua kept one bridge player clutching her radiocarpal joint and used his early helping hand to grip the lady friend by the neck as he slammed his cock into her ass, grunting with each penetration."Please, be gentle !"she cried. Yet the constant scag told how futile her pleas truly were.

Meanwhile the full general barked at his two marriageable sisters, Kontu and Neka."We wouldn't want Scott to overleap out on the solemnization. Bring him over here. lantern slide him under the table and tie his wrists and ankle. Position his head near my substructure, facing upward."Kontu and Neka did as their big chum asked, until poor Scott was tied down, staring up at his wife's exposed dent and the furious coupling underway. He watched with new agony lancing his heart as the General's enormous shaft pushed aside his married woman's slit sass with each pulverizing ass, embedding all the way to the hilt as the superior general's heavy testicles swayed this way and that. He stared, miserable, as his wife's aroused pussycat made a wet, squelchy phone of sufferance, suctioning up the raping cock of the man who now owned her, body and soul. He tried to close his eye, but when he did the two cruel sisters grabbed his ball sac and squeezed.

"My pal wants you to observe every moment of this, buckle down. You'll keep on your eyes afford !"Neka barked.

Dred Scott unwillingly opened his hat, witnessing his married woman's brutal violation at the hand of a demon. He witnessed the sudden tightening of the full general's bollock, heard the beautiful love of his life gasp as she felt the scalding seed coating her pussy and womb, impregnating her for all he knew. They had wanted to let kids…she wasn't on the tab. Those mentation faded though, unimportant compared to the background of tragedy and nightmare that now loomed ahead. He watched as the General terra firma his genitalia into his wife's shapely ass, his cock still twitching inside her velvety-soft snatch. Then, slowly, the general eased it free, and Robert Scott gasped as Neka grabbed him by the neck.

"open your oral fissure, slave. Swallow our sidekick's cum as it drips from your wife's cum-soaked glory hole !"

Robert Falcon Scott watched as the farseeing, viscous strands of the full general's jism seeped out of Amy's thoroughly-raped kitty-cat, falling directly onto his mouth. He opened, ineffectual to believe that this was very. ‘ Oh god,'he thought. ‘ No. Please no !'He stifled the itch to gag as the cum filled his oral fissure, ardent and glutinous and pungent. He swallowed with great trouble, only to be rewarded afterward by Neka sitting atop his head, grinding her cunt lips in his grimace.

"Lick me, slave. This is your reward for being a effective cum-swallower."

Scott heard the General's interpreter in the background, and it carried the most awful promise yet.

"Did you enjoy that, Winfield Scott ? Don't worry, there's more. We have one more office of the celebration to complete."Turning to his baby Neka and Kontu, the General said,"When you're done having your man-slave sop up your button and lick out your puss, bring him downstairs. I'll prepare the stigmatization iron so that you can mark him as yours later on. First though, let's make for certain we give him a front line row fanny to watch the blonde slut and the brunet bitch both have their slit pierced."

"No ! Please !"Scott sputtered, but Neka only ground her pussy harder in his face, pinching his pierced nipple to establish him cry out.

"Shut up, slave. Did I tell you to stop drubbing ? sucking on my clitoris too ! Put some effort into it."

While Scott was left to Neka and Kontu's legal tender mercies, Afua groaned his freeing, spurting his sticky spunk into the slender brunette's gut.

"Did you enjoy that, slut ? Thank Afua for raping your ass."

"Th-thank you Sir…thank you for…for raping my ass,"Jen choked out.

Jen's eyelids squeezed out tears as she felt the surfeit cum trickle down to her gaping cunt. Jen groaned as Afua yanked her back, feeling a muffled ache in her ass that almost matched the throbbing soreness in her cunt. The General ordered Afua to take Jen downstairs to the captain's quarters. General Khari joined them with a mitt around Amy's neck opening, pushing her before him. He called for several more soldiers to follow, until 10 men not including the General all crowded into the wide captain's quarters below deck to look out.

The General rubbed his hands together. Turning to Afua, he said."Go get your tool. We'll pierce these aphrodisiac cunt as soon as my sisters are finished with their male slave up above."Within 15 min George C. Scott was ushered into the room, half-conscious, and thrust into a nearby chair facing the goliath bed that took up nearly half the elbow room. Jennifer and Amy were tied spread-eagled to the bed, naked and helpless. Cum and a trace of rip leaked from Jen's deflowered ass. Amy's puss still glistened with a vague cream-pie of the superior general's spooge.

"Please don't do this. You don't have to do this. We will be good sex slave. I promise. We will fuck you, we will wet-nurse your stopcock all night if you want us to. Please !"Amy begged.

Jennifer pleaded with them too."Please know my ass. Tear out my pussy with all your hard rooster. Just don't anguish us like this. Don't Pierce us down there."She knew that it was hopeless though. Jennifer finally just lay there in disbelief, knowing that nothing they could say would pull through them. She stared at the ceiling, trying to sustain her mind off of what was to come. Annoyed by the girls'plea, the full general gave the 10 soldiers in attending permission to take turns fucking the two beauties while they waited for Afua. Jen and Amy groaned as a man mounted either position of the bed, lancing each of their pussies with a cruel cock and pounding away, their buttocks muscles bulging as they drove themselves as deeply inside each distaff captive as their raping dig and the snug-fitting puss would allow.

"You want your pussycat destroyed, piffling beef ? Keep on complaining and see what it gets you ! I like a good display, and you sexy bitches will give it to me. Now that's what I call torn-up and stretched snatch,"the General growled with approval."fuck them harder. I want to hear their screech and moans."Five men on either side of the bed proceeded to fuck Amy and Jen raw, leaving their bitch as gaping, cum-soaked messes. Amy and Jen whimpered, babbling for mercifulness. Some of the excess cum oozed down each girl's puss until it slipped down into each helpless slave girl's anus.
"Please…uhhh !"Jen groaned. Amy closed her eyes and tried to neglect the ache deep inside her tender folds. Soon afterward, with anticipation and a churning sensation swamping Jen's stomach, the brunette looked over to see Afua approach with a long, piercing metal implement.

"Which slut would like her piercing first, hmm ?"

The next XV to twenty minute were less awful than Jen or Amy had expected. After it was all over, they were panting from the adrenaline though, just grateful to be animated. They had had no idea what to wait. Each female child's sex felt tender, but otherwise they felt surprisingly all. Still, looking down at their violated, cum-saturated genitals, both young women were shocked beyond words.

The General leaned over, giving each of them a savage candy kiss as he wiped their slits out with a wet towel."Very good, trollop. Now…let's gaolbreak in your newly adorned snatch, shall we ?"He untied them and lay back on the bed, ordering Jennifer to straddle his freshly aroused putz. Jen moaned as she felt the affectionateness in her button intensify each prison term the piercing pushed up against her joy big bucks, each meter she sank down on General Khari's prick.

"Ohhh god !"Jen groaned. It was so sensitive…her clit was now even more tender than the raw-rubbed insides of her twat. She moaned as the full general smacked her ass cheeks.

"You call this fucking, lazy girl ? Get your pussy DOWN on my big dick until I hear those slit backtalk slapping against my groin. Show appreciation for the piercing I just gave you, backbite !"He took a riding harvest from one of his men, swatting her shapely ass and breasts as she rode him, urging her on. Jen couldn't believe the ravishment of sensation as her new piercing rubbed against her clit again and again, as she pumped her young snatch up and down, up and down, feeling a deep throbbing and a surprising lust emanating from her joy push. That traitorous lust was soon infecting the balance of her slender consistency too.

Meanwhile Afua lay beside his general, his reward for swiftly and expertly completing the piercings. The superior general ordered Amy to range Afua's peter, and the busty blonde bit her lip, cringing as she felt her sensitive fuck-hole relief all the way down Afua's shaft. She slowly ground her slit on top of him, feeling every clip the piercing jostled her diminutive nerve package. Her clit throbbed, the tissue around it swollen as she fucked herself, slowly with gritted teeth, her twat hugging his shaft unwillingly.

"Are you watching your wife, Winfield Scott ? Doesn't she look sexy with a huge African rooster up her small white pussy ? Ahhhh… The blonde bitch is VERY raw right hand now,"Afua groaned."I think she needs more cock."
"Let her go,"Scott gasped, tears in his eyes.
"No ! Please. Be gentle ! You'll make me phlebotomize, it's so sore,"Amy wailed. She tried to find out comfort as she slurped up Afua's cock between her cunt lips, impaling her easygoing sex obediently on him, desperate to delight him. After a few minutes the worst of the soreness had faded to a dull, throbbing, background botheration, and the stimulation of her clit actually gave her a greater amount of pleasure. Within the next XV second the big-breasted blond girl was cooing almost, sighing as her hardened nipples poked out, as she spread her palms on Afua's dresser and impaled herself on his rooster with a little More confidence.

"That's my young woman. She's getting used to it,"Afua said, beaming with favorable reception as he watched Amy's twat bottom out on his shaft, making his hard length vanish deep inside her warmth. Sir Walter Scott had to watch, too many emotions clawing at him from the inside out. He couldn't believe that his beautiful, earnest Amy was now straddling and fucking a throbbing hammer with the most informal office of her permanently disfigured. It was so wrong. It was like a dream, no a nightmare…one that he yearned to wake up from.

Meanwhile, the superior general was definitely enjoying his clip with Jen, the sexy brunette whose coos were gradually rising…

"My dark-haired slut seems to be enjoying herself a little more now !"the general boasted. The general reached up, palming Jennifer's pliant breasts as her ass moved with a raging vertical rhythm, her bitch slamming onto his cock with a meter of loud smacks. Her mouth hung slack, her eyes filled with luxuria. Each time she sank down to incase the lewd tower of flesh that was the superior general's phallus, the girl felt the piercing rub tantalizing foreplay against her throb clitoris. It was as if some dark god had put his digit on her clitoris, rubbing in all the most devastating electric arc, awakening her libido and throwing her over the bound into an abyss of pleasure. Jennifer didn't know what to do. She felt her whole life served no purpose now except to please her new overlord. The slender brunette moaned, pleased to notice that the superior general had dropped his riding crop and was now just enjoying the pleasure she gave him, her tits bouncing wildly as she busted her twat roughly on his humanity.

"What do you say, little cunt ? give thanks your Master for piercing your cute kitty. Do it !"the General growled, swatting her teat.

Jennifer yelped, her twat encasing him completely as she writhed, squirmed, and wiggled her ass to give him more sentience, clenching up around his dick."Yes Master ! Thank you for piercing my pussy. Thank you for adorning this unworthy fuck slave. I am yours. This buckle down belongs to you completely,"she moaned, humping him degenerate, voraciously, shuddering to her very core."This slave would feel privileged to cum on your huge cock. Please fill me with your seed, master copy. Please….Uhhh ! ! !"WHAM. Suddenly the orgasm tore through her, unmoored her from reality as her pussy gushed happily in gratitude on her rapist's thick penis. The slender little girl rode out her coming, panting like a wild animal as womanly instinct took over.

Amy wasn't far behind her. Her moans went up an octave as her hands clenched on Afua's chest. She had a second of surging guilt to inquire if Scott was watching all this, seated behind her, seeing her twat clench up and forge all over her raper's peter. It hit her like an explosion of pleasure. Her pussy squirted its pungent fluids, coating Afua's shaft completely as she convulsed around his prick with gratitude of her own, the piercing creating the in demand superstar to throw her clitoris into finish, hedonistic confusedness. The big-breasted blonde moaned as her body betrayed her. One upheaval rocked her inside, followed by the next. Hearing Walter Scott's weak cry of ‘ No ’, Amy became aware of her husband seeing her outburst shamelessly, the retentivity forever etched in his thinker of Amy's pierced pussy surrendering totally to her capturer.

"You nasty little lady of pleasure, cumming already on my dick !"Afua shouted."Take my seed, bitch. feel it take your vile fuck-hole."Afua grunted, Amy's upheaval sending him over the border, his cum spewing up to despoil her snatch as he squeezed her knocker and pinched her pierced nipples to hear her cry out.

"Aaaahhh ! Please be ennoble, my breast are sore !"Amy wailed.

Meanwhile the coupling on the former English of the bed had heated up, where Jennifer still bounced like a sex-crazed girl on the General's lap, her shapely ass gyrating furiously.

"My turn to CUM, slut."The superior general growled as his seed erupted for the finish time that day, plundering Jen's cunt with the boastful billow of jism yet. His hot seed filled her inside as she looked down with a gasp, his cock-head slamming up toward her cervix operose enough to puddle her squeal. The excess escaped the SEAL of her cunt lips, streaming back down the General's shaft all the way to his testicles in sticky rivulet. Jennifer moaned, relieved that he had finally cum. She sighed as the general pulled her in close against his bureau, wrapping an arm around her, her strobile rubbing against his wiry breast pilus. She felt more excess jism current out of her overused kitty-cat as if a dam had just burst. Yet more cum still leaked from her despoiled slit, and her clit throbbed. But as she felt General Khari kiss the top of her head and cardiac murmur Holy Scripture of blessing, she didn't care. She was just grateful to be alert.

"You did good, my little cum-slut. How does it feel, your puss soaked with my seed ?"

"Thank you overlord, it feels so salutary. This slave is grateful,"Jennifer murmured with aggregate obedience.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air as general Khari and Afua cuddled with their sex slaves. Afua enjoyed the feel of the blonde's bleakness pressed up tightly against his eubstance, his arms draped around her. He reminded himself that he would let to ask the General if he could take over the blond bitch for special social function. Her pussy was the tightest he had ever fucked.

Meanwhile Robert Falcon Scott took in the awesome scenery, permanently scarred after seeing his beloved wife Amy and his beautiful sister-in-law Jennifer forced to suffer their genital organ pierced and then fuck their captors to squeal-inducing orgasms. He closed his eyes, realizing that the ordeal he thought would eventually end was in realism just beginning…

A voice drew him out of his horror-stricken view.

"Don't go to slumber on us, baby."It was Neka's voice, sultry and filled with promise. She looked down at his stretch penis. Yes, to Sir Walter Scott's eternal shame he realized that the great deal of watching Amy and Jennifer brutally raped had given him the self-aggrandizing hard-on. His face crumpled as Neka fastened a cock-ring around the radix of his dick. Meanwhile Kontu tied his wrists firmly behind his spinal column and then restrained his articulatio talocruralis to the president pegleg. Neka then mounted his shaft, slipping her shaft-squeezing bitch down to incase his throbbing manhood."Ooohhh child we gon na have so very much fun with you. Oh yeah."

As Neka rode her new man-slave, raking her nails down his chest, the girl's sister Kontu whispered new, darker promise into Winfield Scott's spike.

"You better cum in my sis's pussy in the next XV arcminute or I'll cut your balls off and make your married woman eat them,"she growled. Suddenly Scott saw the glint of a wickedly acuate tongue in Kontu's delicate hands."Oh yeah, little white pricking, we go through male slaves real quick. You might not hold up as long as you think. Your wife might have to determine us wee a eunuch out of you,"Kontu murmured sweetly.

Amy tried to sit up and beg for her married man's life, but Afua muffled her sass and put an arm around her chest, dragging her back to him."Quiet gripe. You can't do a thing to serve him."

Scott's life did indeed hang in the balance wheel, and with the cock-ring preventing him from ejaculating he didn't savour his opportunity. What he hadn't bargained for when agreeing to become a sex slave was that these two black girls might be even more sadistic than their comrade ! scare surged inside him even as his prick strained inside the wet-warm sheath of the girl raping him. His future tense was a incubus with no way out.

Neka purred like a kitten as she fucked his engorged penis, not letting up for a secondly."kiss me, baby. This might be the last pussy your cock ever gets to enjoy."She ground on top of him with extra drive, sliding her ebony tits up and down his chest as she sucked hard on his bottom lip, wresting a moan from the lost man.

‘ Oh god.'He tried to thrust his peter upward to match Neka's downwards plunge, but it wasn't enough. The cock-ring kept his manhood stiff yet unable to spew its treasured payload.

"Just 11 more min, slave boy,"Kontu grunted."11 more second until I slice off those shrimpy balls."

This would be the end for him, one way or another. He knew it without a doubt. He watched Afua and the General sit up to observe. Each of them had an arm around their female captive. The General slipped his finger into Jen's despoiled sex, making her moan as he told her to determine what was about to unfold. Afua did the same, fondling Amy's big breast and teasing her clit as he growled in her ear.

"spotter him, blonde slut. determine your hubby's last moments on this earth getting fucked by another women ! Isn't it fucking hot ? Why is your pussy dripping with your nasty juices, hmm ?"Amy tried to shove her middle shut, wanting to be anywhere but here, wanting anything but to watch the horror of seeing her husband's virility permanently taken from him.

‘ Please !'she begged inwardly. ‘ someone save us.'Part of her knew it was hopeless, but part of her clung stubbornly to hope all the same. Just then a faint sound drifted into the maitre d''s after part from somewhere outside…somewhere above. It grew louder. Neka's ass was bouncing on Sir Walter Scott's lap in clock time to her groan and oink, but as the sound grew ever nearer, the womanhood stilled. The speech sound, Amy realized what it was, and it fed fresh coal to the kernel of hope in her breast. It had to be the whirr of helicopter blades. Had individual come to rescue them ?

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END OF constituent 2 ... To Be Continued ... ?

I hope you enjoyed the story. Remember, this is only a fantasy. Indulge your illusion, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty