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

Jen awoke about 45 hour later, peering outside one of the windows in the police chief's twenty-five percent. She saw the young, attractive American English tourists, both male and female, lined up nude along the deck. General Khari's men were barking orders and putting the girls into one line, the guys in another. Soon superior general Khari himself strode out onto the deck of cards, bellowing for quiet.

"Listen carefully, my beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. sex slave. Now, you may be wondering what is next for all of you. Dinner will soon be served."The General's fat, masculine typeface broke into a lopsided grin. He gestured toward a lengthy dining table which had been set up with a feast of sumptuous fare - fruit diplomacy, filet mignon, mashed potatoes, and a XII early character of cuisine. The home plate and crank 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 ferment looking Imari.

"You see all of this exquisite food for thought ? Before you are allowed to eat you must first EARN it."He pointed at a tall, creamy-skinned brunet with pretty hazel eyes and a pair of tumid, mouth-watering breasts."What is your name, girl ?"

"A-amanda,"she squeaked.

"Very skillful, Amanda. Pick a new partner to fuck. It can not be your hubby or boyfriend."The girl hesitated. Imari came up with a crop and swatted savagely across her supple cone cell. The brunette yelled and quickly walked over to a tormented-looking young man, taking him by the script.

"Good ! Now the sleep of you choose new partners. And do not even THINK of trying to opt your hubby or boyfriend. If we find out you disobeyed, we will drink down them before your eyes."The General and his men watched eagerly as the raw captive chose their new sex partners. Then, when every girl had been paired up with a guy, the General made his final annunciation.

"I want half of the mates on this face and half of the couples across from them. Male slaves, you will fuck your dame doggy-style, each line facing the early. female person slaves, you will kiss the girl across from you as the men lb your mingy holes. If everyone can sleep with for the side by side 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 judgment of conviction bent, deadly delight showing in his centre at the bare possibility.

Jennifer wanted to look away, but her eyes were glued to the horrifying yet somehow fascinating prospect flowering. The girl named Amanda knelt on her hands and knees. The young man behind her was Steve. He gently kissed the nape of Amanda's neck before massaging her articulatio humeri 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 couples."beginning fucking. Get busy !"He glanced at his vigil."The thirty minute timer starts now."

Amanda put her ass up high in the air, and it was impossible not to point out how Steve appreciated her aphrodisiacal breaking ball. He ran his finger down her smooth flank, slowly inserting his now raging hard-on. As his cock slipped into her soft folds, she sighed and ground her articulatio coxae back to meet him. Her nipples pebbled into tiny, rock-hard little buds. Her white meat shook as Steve established a calendar method of birth control, plunging his spear deep, steadily and slowly ramming toward her cervix. The young couple could induce been any other couple making honey, enjoying intimacy, if it weren't for the awesome fit of soldiers enjoying the appearance and early helpless naked distich fucking all around them.

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

"I'm sorry… have to… fuck harder…"

Amanda wiped a stray teardrop from her eye."It's okay…the bastard's soldiers already fucked me half a twelve times. My pussy's so sore… but at to the lowest degree, at least their cum is still inside me."She didn't need to say what Jennifer was thinking. ‘ At least with all that cum inside the girl's horribly fucked pussy, Steve's tool will slide in and out easily. less discomfort. She might even be able to love it.'

Soon enough Jennifer's optic and ears could answer that very question. After the number one few minutes, Amanda's pale trunk was grinding back against Steve's cock even more excitedly. A loud suctioning sound sailed to Jen's pinna each prison term Steve's shaft slammed home into Amanda's feminine case. His hand massaged her wing, slipping underneath to cup her young, buoyant tits. Amanda's jaw went slack, her snatch lips forming a tight, greedy seal of approval around Steve's young shaft. She moaned, biting her lip.

"Yes, Steve. Your stopcock tactile property so skillful. Don't grasp back. screw me. Fuck me just like that, big guy."

Jennifer watched with secret foreplay as Steve's prick vanished once again inside Amanda's tight, wet folds. Across from Amanda there was a lithesome red-header with curly red hair. She leaned forward, kissing Amanda and stifling her moan, as a thickset male person captive fucked the red-header from behind in the same doggy-style stance. Soon the stallion length of the ship's deck was filled with a combination of moan, grunts, the slapping sound of testicle, and the squelchy-wet phone of pussies greedily accepting plunging spears of manhood. Jennifer watched as Amanda and the unknown redhead deepened their candy kiss, Gallic kissing obediently while the two men continued to practise their bitch.

"Ooohhhh ! Oh god. I need to slow down,"Steve muttered, pulling out his putz. It now glistened with Amanda's juices, slimy as can be. He stared down at it in disbelief, then glanced across at the man who was fucking the redhead. That man was clearly Amanda's husband. He could see the ring glinting on his finger. Steve could also see the way that man's tortured gaze fixated on the beautiful raw brunet in front of him.

"I'm sorry,"Steve grunted."Please forgive me."He plunged into Amanda's cock-hugging snatch with renewed vim, relishing the feel of her body around his raging erection. He reached underneath, playing with her button as her moans deepened.

"OOoohhh ! ! Oh god. Don't,"she sighed, rocking her hips backward again to encase his prick with her moistening pussy. Steve tried to hold out, he truly did. He pulled back even as Imari stood in front of them, staring at them critically with his riding craw poised to walk out.

"Keep fucking her, idiot ! Did I say you could kibosh ?"Imari shouted. He leaned down, pinching Amanda's nipples hard as she yelped, which made her puss muscles seize up around Steve's prick twice as knockout."And you, minuscule bitch. shaft 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 cock flew between her thighs, fucking her slit like a battering ram as she dripped her fluids down his slam until even his scrotum was thickly covered in her aroma. Her next protest was again stifled by the curly redhead's lips and exploratory tongue. She moaned, kissing the redhead back as her twat lovingly encased Steve's throbbing manhood…milking his nut toward a forbidden 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 frenzied dyad as Steve grunted plaintively. His helping hand slid down to Amanda's ass buttock, clutching her waistline tightly as his face contorted in the tell-tale sign of orgasm. Amanda's middle widened in surprisal as she felt Steve's scalding seeded player scour out her insides, as he pumped her full-of-the-moon of his unenviable fluid. No Oklahoman had Steve finished emptying his hot cum in Amanda's bitch, Imari roughly pushed him back. He glared at Amanda's gaping, exposed sex as it leaked long, heavy streams of cum.

"This one has disobeyed, Sir !"Imari shouted. The General walked over to the panicked Cy Young man. Steve put up his hands in yielding, scrambling to his knees.

"Please, I tried to guard back."He gestured toward Imari."He made me proceed fucking her so heavily and degenerate, I couldn't…I couldn't help it ! Please don't killing me."

The General grabbed Steve by the neck and hurl his brass into Amanda's exposed slit."Lick up your raft, worthless American hard worker ! 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 aspect, 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 mind on the deck of cards, facedown.

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

"No !"Amanda cried."Please don't kill him !"Amanda crawled over on her mitt and knees, her eyes shining with desperation. Imploring her captor.

The superior general regarded her for a few fleeting moments. A savage grin slowly morphed his feature of speech."What would you do to preserve his life, slut ? Hmm ?"He grasped her by the nucha of the neck, thrusting her cheek toward Steve's tooshie."punch out his ass, bitch. Make his puckered hole nice and CLEAN or I send him over the side."

Shuddering, the big-breasted brunette obeyed. She flicked her clapper at Steve's underside, tonguing his star-shaped anus. Somehow she fought back the urge to gag. Jennifer watched it all with mounting disbelief. Imari dropped his trouser 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 meter of his cock slamming into her Young physical structure adding a new layer of audio to the forced orgy all along the deck…

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

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

Amy's pretty sorry middle snapped surface with alertness. Scott groaned. Still bound spread-eagle to the astray bed, he could do nothing but look around frantically, center still haunted by all the abuse he'd been subjected to. His anus still ached from his in the beginning rape.

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

"climb and shine, short fuck positron emission tomography. Did you have a good nap ? I bet you are hungry, yes ?"Jennifer and Amy nodded meekly."proficient, the three of you will link up me for the even meal. Come."Two of the General's soldiers rushed in behind him, quickly unbinding Walter Scott and allowing him to trip beside them as they mounted the stairway. Within a few minutes they had reached the main deck with the long banquet mesa sumptuously laid with food. The soldiers were already halfway through the meal. Yet often food remained untouched. Jen's stomach rumbled and Amy heard her own hunger pangs gnarl audibly.

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

"Please…UgghhK !"Amanda begged.

"Choke the trivial gripe and put her on my cock,"Imari growled. He was lying down now, and the jr. soldier assisting him had put a noose around Amanda's neck, yanking her backward until she straddled Imari's light beam, her shapely ass facing her main captor. The older soldier adjacent 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 brutal round against her button and pubic surface area. Meanwhile the younger soldier continued to constrain his hold on the rope collar so that it bit into Amanda's neck. She sputtered and begged as Imari established a rhythm method, watching her ass motility as her bitch squirmed more and more frantically on his cock with each second of intensifying insult.

General Khari came up and put his weapon system around each of his favorite young pussies. He idly cupped Amy's and Jennifer's chest as he licked the side of meat of Amy's face."Do you like the show, my darlings ? It is quite exciting, isn't it ?"He felt the two gorgeous Lester Willis Young fair sex shiver in his arms before motioning for Scott to bear a stern.

"Please, eat up. Your wife and babe have been such well behaved piece of tail striver. I think you at to the lowest degree deserve a proper meal."The full general's fat, ugly fount lit up with an musical theme."Actually, it's sentence we had a nice piffling talk, man to man. The sluts can waitress to eat until later. Your wife can suck me off and her sis can imbibe you off while we share a meal together. Won't that be decent ?"He sat down and motioned for one of his men to throw Amy to her genu. Amy knew easily than to dissent. Her sonsy breasts swayed as she leaned over, taking the full general's thick, vein-bulging rooster between her back talk. She began smothering his shaft, firmly tightening her lips around his manhood as she impaled her mouth, groaning as she took him in.

'Oh god…he odor like sweat…no, even spoilt, like a gym-full of sweaty athlete,'Amy cringed. The strong scent of manly musk filled the blonde's anterior naris as she pumped her face up and down, her jaw rippling with her efforts. The general sighed a sigh of happy contentment, gathering her fuzz back from her face as he watched her go down on him until her nose rubbed against his pubic haircloth.

"Ahhhh… your married woman has a rare talent for this. She's going to be the best cock-slurping slave girl the world has ever seen,"the General beamed. He looked across at George C. Scott, whose tormented gaze looked like person had taken a razor brand to his testis. Robert Scott was only too aware of Jennifer's tongue tenderly laving the sides of his rigid penis. He shuddered as Jen took him in completely, the brunette's mouth fastening around his shaft, slurping loudly as her warm oral fissure pressed lovingly around the side of his manhood. Her nipples rubbed against his thigh, her boob swaying gently as she pumped her face enthusiastically up and down, moaning and slurping, doing whatever she could to give their worm capturer the best possible appearance.

‘ I'm so deplorable, Scott,'Jen thought. ‘ Please just don't do anything stupid ’. The pretty brunet could finger the anger, despair, and weakness vibrating through Dred Scott's being as she sucked his hammer. There was a barely contained rage vying with the helplessness, and Jen hoped that Scott wouldn't try anything rash. She sensed that he was about to lunge across the mesa and scrabble for the general's pharynx. ‘ Oh no…please, you'll put us all in danger !'Jen intellection. She risked a glance up at Sir Walter Scott's face and saw the murderous rage in his middle. As if she could still his painful sensation by sheer lust, the lithesome brunette suddenly straddled him, easing her pussycat down on his turncock and then slamming her pussy down again and again and again with a fast, eager rhythm.

"Oooohhh…fuck me, Winfield Scott. shtup my tight twat,"she moaned. Her eyes finally ensnared his as her tit jiggled wildly. ‘ Don't lose it, Sir Walter 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 maven gripping his cock, Jen's feminine sheath squeezing his humanness like a heavenly glove.

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

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 lust. He carefully reached around, snagging a pre-cut piece of halibut. He barely managed to bring it to his mouth to masticate. Jennifer moaned louder, her slender nakedness writhing on his lap.

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

‘ Perhaps I can tip us both,'he thought, aware of her thirst and flavor sorry for her. He knew she was doing this to try to help him, to help all of them and to keep this sadistic freak pleased and distracted so that hopefully he wouldn't hurt them more. He continued to eat 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 tongue and playfully nipped at his arse lip, giving their capturer a convincing enough show as Scott subtly helped give Jen upkeep. Soon he had nearly finished off the halibut with Jen's sneaky aid. Jen rested her custody on Scott's shoulder joint and kept impaling her now noticeably wet kitty-cat on his rock-hard shaft. Scott was having more and more trouble concentrating as he watched his spear vanish between the girl's soft folds.

"So Scott, perhaps we can talk business concern now that you've had a hazard to fulfil your belly,"General Khari said with equanimity. Suddenly his face tensed up though. He bellowed as cum shot from the tip of his penis, filling Amy's mouth. Amy nearly gagged as the cum hit the back of her throat. More came sliding down her chin and covering her breasts in a sticky-white luster as the General continued spurting, wave after wave of jism bursting from his manhood.

"Aahhhhh, fuck ! Your married woman's rima oris is a treasure,"he growled. He looked down under the table and saw Amy's beautiful fig kneeling obediently as cum oozed down her chin and white meat, a melt off stream even sliding down her smooth belly all the way to her pubic mound."Let that cum dry on your tits and everywhere else on your organic structure, slave. In the interim, come on up here, bitch. You've earned the reward of eating some of my leftovers."A new sadistic gleaming stole over his center though. He called over one of his soldiers."Afua, bring me the fuck-machine you built. I want to test it out."

Amy's whole body prickled with fearfulness as she saw what Afua then brought. It was a long, 12-inch chrome shaft with ribbing all along which created a surface of little spindle from tip to base. It was as thick as General Khari's cock too ! Afua affixed the metal hammer to the chair beside the General, screwing it in with clinch that slipped around either side of the seat. He then plugged in the twist, running a corduroy to the retail store behind the banquet table.

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

"You will see something very particular now, man slave. Your gorgeous blonde slut-wife will screen out our new fuck-machine."He turned to Amy."wellspring, knuckle down ? What are you waiting for ? startle on and spike your cute minuscule cunt."

Amy licked her lip, trying to think of anything she might say to stave off this new degradation. ‘ Oh god, it's huge. It'll schism me open,'she thought, quivering as she mounted the president. Slowly she engulfed the huge chrome ray with her sore pussy. It hadn't been but an hour ago that one of the full general's henchman had raped her pussy hard, and she still felt the stickiness within her folds…a stickiness which at least made it comfortable for her to impale her sex on this forbiddingly large peter. She groaned as she finally settled on the electric chair, taking all of its immense girth inside her nubile untried eubstance. 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 form."I have it on the last-place setting General. Shall I turn it up ?"

The superior general stroked his chin thoughtfully as he popped a piece of watermelon vine into his backtalk and chewed."clip enough for that later. provide the gripe on the current circumstance. BUT, little twat, I want to see you riding it as you sit. Move that ass up and down, bounce that snatch on the fuck-machine so that my men can be entertained. Is that understood ?"

"Y-yes Master."Amy tried not to evince tears as she began pumping her new pussycat up and down the fuck-machine, bottoming out her sloshed case on the raping, unreal putz. Trying not to suppose about the tool drilling her aching incision, Amy managed to drive some leftover cut of apple and bulge out eating. She tried not to think of Scott's tormented regard watching her as she sat impaled on the fuck-machine, helpless as it buzzed between her pegleg. She was so hungry that for a second she did forget the jumbo turncock sliding up into her internal depths, violating her with automatic dedication.

"Very skillful, slave. hold open up that stride and I may give you another reward. I haven't raped you yet, have I ? Soon you will have the joy of having your cunt busted on my cock. Will you not be grateful, gripe ? To have got such a glorious cock inside you ?"When Amy didn't respond fast enough, the superior general leaned over, biting her allow nipple as he smacked her ass hard, creating an inferno of sensation as she wiggled on the fuck-machine.

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

The general turned back to Dred Scott, who was now panting for all he was worth, his chest heaving as the athletic brunette slid her balmy sex up and down his shaft, his chunk blue with the need to spew their precious cargo.

"Now, where were we ? Yes, we need to talk business,"the general beamed. Meanwhile Jennifer cooed and moaned, her breasts rubbing against Scott's chest as she vacuumed up his shaft between her twat lips. The superior general stared, distracted, at the track of pre-cum leaking from the seal of Jennifer's cunt as it squeezed fervently around Robert Scott's manhood.

Finally Scott managed to fret out a few Scripture.

"What…business ?"

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

Scott reined in the rage and desperation in his marrow, focusing on just answering the general's question."My name is Walter Scott. Master…"He nearly gagged on that hold up give-and-take."Master, please let my wife and her sister go. They're just innocent girlfriend. Please."

The superior general popped another bit into his mouth. Idly he reached over, rubbing Amy's tits as she continued to eat while sliding her snatch down on the fuck-machine."No, no, no. Scott, you don't seem to infer. I didn't take over this ship and gaining control a boatful of sexy Whitney Moore Young Jr. striver just to let you all go free. What kind of Bodoni font warlord in human trafficking would do that ?"The General chuckled."Not a very successful one."He cut a choice bite of fish filet mignon on his shell. Then he turned to Scott's wife.

"Open, bitch."Amy opened her mouth dutifully as he deposited the succulent piece of heart between her lips. She gratefully chewed and swallowed, moaning as Afua turned up the setting on the fuck-machine.

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

"Forgive me, Sir. I thought that she needed a little more input. Her pussy 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 setting as is. I can revalue not just a soldier who takes decree but also one who takes some initiative."

"Oh please !"Amy moaned. The fuck-machine was thrusting upward like an obscene Walter Piston now, a punishing rhythm. It spread her cunt lips and threw an regalia of jarring sentiency each time it drove up to the hilt, stuffing her snatch completely with its girth."Oh please wrick it back down, Master…Ohhh god, it's too big. It hurts !"she groaned. But there was more than just the dull ache of pain, there was also the maddening, traitorous glimmer of real pleasure. Her sex thrummed with rousing each sentence the ribbed dig, designed for maximum foreplay of the pussy's inner paries, thrust deep into her violated sex, fucking her with a body that no human male could equal. Amy gripped the tabularize sheets, her snatch clenching around the shot as it fucked her. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she felt her whole body fond with the assault of too many sensation between her legs. ‘ No…this is so wrong ! Stop !'she berated her own body, her own feminine instincts which welcomed the cock that was now raping her, which happily accepted the wiz as the cock fucked her Thomas 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 dogged chrome jibe now buried to the hilt in her soft, moistening sex.

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

"I can smell your wife hussy's juices 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 have no need of you anymore. My manhood and the many stopcock I will introduce her to, those will keep her quite satisfied."

Walter Scott trembled, trying to ignore the misdirection of Jennifer's lithe nakedness still clenched around his penis, her pussy still clutching his irradiation as she kissed the incline of his face and tried to console him."No. delight don't ! Let us go !"he said through a stifle gasp.

"If you do not bar your slow requests, I may let to penalise 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 following time you make that postulation, I will put a bullet in her. Understood ?"Amy's eyes widened as her knocker shook with the force play of her next impalement. She moaned and gave Scott a helpless, terrified look.

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

"Good."The General withdrew the gun and handed it back to his man."Now, finally, we focus on business. These are your two options, Robert Falcon Scott. Option one ; I let you live, deposit $ 1 million in a secret depository financial institution explanation, and pass on you a scripted floor to separate once deliverer find you, as I know they will. You will tell them exactly what I tell you to say, a tragic story about how everyone on the ship perished in a terrible storm. You will do this because I will be keeping these two slattern as my personal sex hard worker. If you so much as breathe a word to the assurance 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 sell the attractive young male striver and the sexy little cunts for top dollar to foreign buyer. There are pile of Middle Eastern Sheikhs willing to pay, not to bring up Russian oligarchs who need to add a new sex slave to satisfy their arcanum proclivities. Many, many early markets are open to me. All these beautiful new American English you now see fucking each early on this deck will all fetch a fair cost. As for the elderly and the young…they are a liability I can't allow."

Chilled to the bone, for a mo Scott could hardly envelop his point 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 rise up in his throat.

In the background Scott was momentarily distracted as the pale-skinned, big-breasted young woman named Amanda cried out. Imari had finally gushed inside her bozo, and the crop slamming against her button had driven her mad. She slumped over as an orgasm tore through her, juices coating Imari's slam and even trickling down to his bollock. The early man who'd assisted Imari continued to constrain the roofy around her neck until she passed out, her lithesome nakedness flopping sideways on the deck of cards. Imari grunted as he pushed her hitch body off of him like so often human ice.

"yield her below, awaken her up with a frigidness bucketful of water, and have her service the others,"Imari growled.

Scott whipped his attention back to the full general as the monstrous man outlined the former awful choice.

"The other option is this…"The general clapped and two naked Whitney Moore Young Jr. women walked into vista. Both were of African descent, and both were alluring beyond dustup. The one on the right had a scent ring and huge, voluptuous breasts with some of the biggest areolas and teat Walter Scott had ever seen. The former girl had medium-sized breasts and a face with more schematic beauty, a perfect symmetry with lively brownness eyes. Both womanhood had their cunt shaved and both looked very acrobatic, reminding Scott of a gazelle leaping in the wild. He shook his head, trying to erase the unknown range of a function from his thinker.

"These are my Sister, Kunto and Neka."Kunto was the big-breasted female child with the nose mob and Neka was the beautiful female child with the lively eyes."They need a new man slave and I told them that you would be an first-class increase to their manful seraglio. If you agree, then they will own you, organic structure and someone. Your hammer and egg will belong to to them. And if you agree, the silver liner 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 sister and I have one of our joint debauchery with all our sex slave in attendance. Once in a piece, perhaps if you behave, if they are feeling as generous as I am, we may even let you make love your wife again."

Kunto nodded, a smile lighting up her seductive face."What do you intend, sister ? Does he look like enough of a scantling to please us ?"Kunto and Neka walked around to the other English of the table, watching critically as Jennifer, now almost covered in sweat from her exertions, continued to dump her pussy down on his shaft, grunting and cooing for all she was worth - her arousal completely echt.

The big-breasted Black girl knelt at the foot of the chair in which Walter Scott sat, massaging his testicles as she watched Jen's purulent slide back and forth along his hard duration. Meanwhile Neka reached around, pinching and playfully squeezing Jennifer's teat. The extra stabs of sudden stimulation at her aching conoid began to mail Jennifer over the edge.

"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 nigrify girl watched as Jennifer squealed, her juice spurting uncontrollably, gushing down the length of Scott's scape. Her slender trunk continued to shudder on Scott's cock, milking his ballock cruelly as her pussy clenched and convulsed, squeezing until Robert Falcon Scott could hardly stand it. After the last jet of Jen's pussy cream had streamed down Scott's penis, the big-breasted Kunto pulled the lost man's cock free and slurped on it, relishing the gustation of Jen's juice.

"Ahhh. She tastes Delicious,"Kunto sighed. The black mistress sucked Scott off a little more before putting the dick back between Jennifer's labia."Sit back down on his cock, squawk. You'll drive him until he gets a finish as gratifying as yours."Jennifer whimpered as she felt his cock-head slam up into her damp heat energy. She gyrated her hips as Winfield Scott moaned, his eyes 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 Robert Scott's rubbed together, their soundbox fully joined.

"No. end this. This is wrong ! This is so wrong !"George C. Scott bellowed.

The General ignored Scott's rising lust and torment."Well, man striver ? Which will it be ? Will you take the money and the exemption ? Or will you join my sister'slave harem and be nigher to your treasured wife, Amy ?"As he said this the General reached over, gently rubbing the blonde girl's clit.

As if the General's invocation of her gens had helped conspire to bring out an earth-shattering climax, Amy's pussycat chose that precise 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 exclusive import thirster, and her set nipples showed her arousal as she plunged her pussy down on the shaft of light with all her might, her sweet-smelling fluids completely covering every inch of the chrome penis.

"AAAAHHHHH ! ! ! OH GODDD ! OH FUCK !"Amy cried out, a squeal filled with both sheer hug drug and guilt. Her breasts ached with arousal and her twat burned with a fiery lust that purged all thoughts from her brain, replacing them with just the need to fuck, to be filled, to cum hard and violently on the prick that was raping her cubby, sore, over-sensitive Lester Willis Young snap. The beautiful Loretta Young blonde came hard on that ray of light, screaming out an climax unlike any she'd ever known. Her cunt hugged that rooster like it was her Jesus Christ. Her bitch pick flowed like a waterfall down the shaft, pooling on the seat of the chair as her nipples beaded up like two pink spikes. She clenched the tabularize difficult with both hand as her consistency betrayed her, quiver after shudder, upheaval tearing through her pussy as she gushed and gushed…spewing so a great deal feminine nectar.

It seemed like a full two minutes before Amy could think coherently, before her mamilla didn't harm from her arousal and before her sore kitty-cat had finally stopped twitching. With the fuck-machine still buzzing on ‘ Medium'setting, that rooster still pumping up into her over-sensitive cunt, the stimulation was too a good deal. It was unspeakable. She looked over at the full general desperately."Please Sir, it hurts. I'm so sensitive down there now. Oh please ! Let me fuck you instead."

The superior general laughed."Now there is something that I bet your husband never expected to hear."He savored the look of treason and incredulity on Sir Walter Scott's anguished face."Oh, don't look at your wife so accusingly, Robert Scott. After all, you are about to relinquish a loading of hot jism right up the cunt of your wife's sister !"He smiled like a jolly, fell giant. He patted his lap, and from his legs now sprang a tall, vein-covered thickening of flesh."Hop on, blonde bitch. Bust that supply ship kitty on a actual man's dick. I have been looking forward to raping you."

Amy dutifully complied, just grateful to take a reprieve from the unforgiving fuck-machine. She straddled the General's quill, cooing her gratitude as her pussy slurped up the length of his humanness. The General grasped the rachis of her head, bringing her in for a slow, lingering candy kiss.

"Mmmm. My inaugural time raping your tight, velvet-soft cunt. It feels every bit as heavenly as I'd dreamed it would,"the superior 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 cunt hugged the wall of her captor's penis. She ground her rose hip, whimpering as she felt her libido awaken on levels never before felt. ‘ If this is what I need to do to sustain us alive as his favorites, this is what I'll do !'she thought fiercely. Even if they stayed as prisoner of the superior general and his crime syndicate, at to the lowest degree they would be together. She didn't want to die and she knew that Sir Walter Scott would never be capable to endure with himself if he betrayed them to preserve his own skin.

The superior general stared at Amy's shaking breasts, admiring the sticky layer of his earlier explosion of cum, which had almost completely dried on her supple curves. He reached out, groping her tits as she moaned more loudly, creating zig of pain where his palm mashed into the attender spots where the metal bars had been inserted into her mamilla.

"OW. Oh please Sir, be easy,"Amy wailed. She leaned forward, taking the opening this sentence. She kissed him passionately, her hands cupping his cervix as she lifted and slammed her cunt furiously along his shaft as if she needed it deep inside her quim just to delay alive. The General seemed to like that, returning her kiss and leaving her breast alone. His men roved up and down her back, caressing her in payoff.

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

Scott's battle had reached the stewing point. He didn't know what to do. He was terrified. The persuasion of just getting away from this maniac and all of his soldiers surged to the forefront. ‘ But how can I go away Amy ? poor people Amy ! Oh god…no…I can't. I could never do that to her.'Scott also knew that the other 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 pass it !'This reasoning left Scott with just one choice.

Become a male sex slave to the two African char now tormenting him.

"Well, Scott ? I'm going to call for an answer."superior general Khari watched as Jennifer's squirming body finally wrested out Robert Falcon Scott's precious seed. With her kitty-cat fully engulfing every inch of his diamond-hard slab of bod, Scott groaned a long, tortured cry. General Khari grasped Amy by the chin, swiveling her grimace so that she had to look on the here and now of her husband's orgasm.

"aspect at him, bitch. Look at your hubby spill his seed right up your baby's fuck-hole,"the General shouted. Amys face twisted in mental rejection as she saw Scott writhe, cum spurting from his cock as he twitched in a country of half-agony, half-ecstasy.

"AAHHHH ! UGHHH ! ! !"Sir Walter Scott's jism erupted, filling Jen's stamp cunt within a few mighty bursts. Neka fondled Scott's scrotum, admiring the way his orchis tightened during the throe of his orgasm. The extra cum oozed out of Jennifer's slit, pooling on George C. Scott's crotch. Kunto, the big-breasted black girlfriend, leaned in ripe away as Sir Walter Scott's cock flopped free of Jen's tainted sex.

"Oh, isn't this beautiful ? I can't hold to taste his nasty cum,"Kunto purred, her tone all nicety of seductive. She lapped at the cum on Scott's lap before leaning over farther to slew her tongue deep inside Jen's sticky congregation. The aphrodisiac brunet moaned as Kunto turned her around on Robert Falcon Scott's lap and intensified her cunt-licking spread, slurping loudly for all to find out. Neka gently stroked her younger sister's shoulder, even cupping her sister's ass as she watched, turned-on by the sight of her sister licking out the incapacitated girl's cream-pie pussy.

"That's so hot, Kunto child. drub out the clean cunt's kitty until it glistens with all your spittle. Tell me how our new man-slave's cum tastes."She finally gave a horned pout as Kunto buried her nose in Jen's pubic muff and kept licking."Greedy squawk. You could have left some for me."Finally Kunto came up for air, licking her chopper and wiping away the extra fluid dripping down her chin. She leaned into Scott, giving him a kiss so he could taste the ghost of his own jism. Jen's eyes were still fogged over in a shock 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, minuscule snatch. You may not have a proper meal for some clock time,"the general said. nictation quickly, snapping out of her reverie, Jennifer tried to start eating. She tried to brush aside the throbbing ache inside her kitty, which had never been fucked so raw. She ate quietly, just hoping she wouldn't attract any more notice. She needed remainder. Her pussy needed a break ! She looked over at Amy, her face and knocker still coated in the General's nasty cum, and felt compassion for her sister. For just a split 2d she imagined licking all of that crusty cum off of her sister's body. Making her clean again. Why did the very thought place a pang of arousal abstruse inside her core ? She quickly ate as very much food as she could, trying to forget those tabu thoughts.

"Final prospect. I need an answer,"the general rumbled, glaring at Scott. He took the pistol back from the obliging hand of the closest soldier. He stood up and whirled Amy around, bending her over the table with her supple cones mashed into the table's surface, scattering several loving cup. He inserted his dick into her well-lubricated unmanliness, plunging his cock deep inside her with a oink as he put the barrelful of the gun to her temple. As he kept fucking her, pulverizing her delicate sex with long, mind-jarring thrusts of his cock, he pressed the barrel of the gun harder into Amy's head. Amy winced, her oculus enlarging in aggregate terror.

"give me an resolution now or I put a bullet in your wife's nous !"

Robert Falcon Scott's face crumpled. All fight and rage had gone out of him. There was only endurance. Just a iota of hope that somehow they might stay near each former. That there might be a tomorrow for them after all.

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

General Khari's broad grinning returned like a new burst of sunshine."Excellent."He gave the gun back to the soldier, gripped Amy's wing, and continued pounding her kitty without mercifulness. He looked back at Afua, the artificer of the fuck-machine which now lay dormant.

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

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

The General grunted."Very well. Afua, take her in the ass."Jen protested as Afua came over, his elongated prick already eager with a pearled drop of cum on its tip. She babbled pleas as he bent her over the mesa, pouring a ampule of lubricant into her star-shaped hole, and swiftly began wedging his shaft into that too-tight transition. Soon her titty were rubbing against the tabletop with the force of Afua's anal penetrations. He held her carpus behind her back as he thrust past her sphincter muscle musculus's resistor, forcing himself in. Her groan reached a new intensity.

"Please, oh god. Take it out. It's too big ! AAHHHH !"Jen wailed. Afua kept one hand clutching her wrists and used his other manus to grip the daughter by the neck as he slammed his peter into her ass, grunting with each insight."Please, be placate !"she cried. Yet the constant smacks told how otiose her plea truly were.

Meanwhile the General barked at his two nubile sisters, Kontu and Neka."We wouldn't want Scott to miss out on the solemnization. Bring him over here. sloping trough him under the board and tie his wrists and mortise joint. view his forefront near my pes, facing upward."Kontu and Neka did as their big brother asked, until poor Scott was tied down, staring up at his wife's exposed slit and the furious coupling underway. He watched with new agony lancing his marrow as the general's enormous shaft pushed aside his married woman's twat lips with each pulverizing fuck, embedding all the way to the hilt as the General's heavy testicles swayed this way and that. He stared, miserable, as his wife's aroused pussy made a wet, squelchy sound of acceptance, suctioning up the raping shaft of the man who now owned her, body and someone. He tried to close his heart, but when he did the two cruel baby grabbed his clod sac and squeezed.

"My brother wants you to take in every second of this, break one's back. You'll keep your heart loose !"Neka barked.

Scott unwillingly opened his palpebra, witnessing his married woman's brutal rape at the manpower of a fiend. He witnessed the sudden tightening of the General's testicles, heard the beautiful love of his life gasp as she felt the scalding seed coat her pussy and womb, impregnating her for all he knew. They had wanted to have kids…she wasn't on the lozenge. Those thoughts faded though, unimportant compared to the backcloth of tragedy and nightmare that now loomed ahead. He watched as the General earth his genitalia into his wife's shapely ass, his cock still twitching inside her velvety-soft snatch. Then, slowly, the General eased it dislodge, and Scott gasped as Neka grabbed him by the neck.

"Open your mouth, slave. Swallow our brother's cum as it drips from your wife's cum-soaked glory hollow !"

Scott watched as the long, gummy strands of the General's jism seeped out of Amy's thoroughly-raped pussy, falling directly onto his backtalk. He opened, ineffectual to believe that this was real. ‘ Oh god,'he thought. ‘ No. please no !'He stifled the urge to gag as the cum filled his mouth, fond and sticky and pungent. He swallowed with bang-up difficulty, only to be rewarded afterward by Neka sitting atop his head, grinding her pussy mouth in his human face.

"Lick me, slave. This is your reinforcement for being a good cum-swallower."

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

"Did you enjoy that, George C. Scott ? Don't worry, there's more. We have one Thomas More part of the solemnisation to complete."Turning to his babe Neka and Kontu, the full general said,"When you're done having your man-slave soak up your clits and drub out your puss, bring him downstairs. I'll prepare the branding iron so that you can mark him as yours later on. beginning though, let's make for sure we give him a front line row tail to watch the blonde slut and the brunette bitch both have their pussies pierced."

"No ! Please !"Sir Walter Scott sputtered, but Neka only ground her pussy harder in his face, pinching his thrust mammilla to make him cry out.

"Shut up, knuckle down. Did I tell you to stop licking ? sucking on my clitoris too ! Put some exertion into it."

While Scott was left to Neka and Kontu's ship's boat mercies, Afua groaned his waiver, spurting his sticky spunk into the slender brunette's bowels.

"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 bust as she felt the overindulgence cum trickle down to her gaping snatch. Jen groaned as Afua yanked her back, feeling a tiresome ache in her ass that almost matched the throbbing soreness in her cunt. The General ordered Afua to lead Jen downstairs to the captain's quarters. General Khari joined them with a script around Amy's neck opening, pushing her before him. He called for several Sir Thomas More soldiers to keep up, until 10 men not including the General all crowded into the spacious chieftain's quarter below deck to watch.

The General rubbed his hands together. Turning to Afua, he said."Go get your instruments. We'll Pierce these aphrodisiac cunts as soon as my sis are finished with their Male slave up above."Within fifteen proceedings Robert Scott was ushered into the room, half-conscious, and thrust into a nearby chair facing the monster 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 shadow of blood leaked from Jen's deflowered ass. Amy's cunt still glistened with a faint cream-pie of the superior general's spooge.

"Please don't do this. You don't have to do this. We will be proficient sex hard worker. I promise. We will fuck you, we will lactate your cocks all night if you want us to. Please !"Amy begged.

Jennifer pleaded with them too."Please have a go at it my ass. shoot out my kitty-cat with all your surd cocks. Just don't torture us like this. Don't President Pierce us down there."She knew that it was hopeless though. Jennifer finally just lay there in disbelief, knowing that nix they could say would economize them. She stared at the ceiling, trying to keep her mind off of what was to come. Annoyed by the girls'pleas, the General gave the 10 soldiers in attendance permit to demand routine fucking the two beauties while they waited for Afua. Jen and Amy groaned as a man mounted either side of the bed, lancing each of their cunt with a cruel putz and pounding away, their buttocks heftiness bulging as they drove themselves as deeply inside each female person captive as their raping shafts and the snug-fitting pussy would allow.

"You want your pussies destroyed, fiddling bitches ? Keep on complaining and see what it gets you ! I like a ripe show, and you sexy bitch will give it to me. Now that's what I call torn-up and stretched twat,"the general growled with approval."fuck them harder. I want to discover their screaming and moans."Five men on either side of the bed proceeded to fuck Amy and Jen raw, leaving their cunts as gaping, cum-soaked messes. Amy and Jen whimpered, babbling for mercifulness. Some of the excess cum oozed down each girlfriend's kitty until it slipped down into each helpless slave girl's anus.
"Please…uhhh !"Jen groaned. Amy closed her eyes and tried to ignore the ache deep inside her attendant folds. Soon afterward, with anticipation and a churning sensation swamping Jen's venter, the brunette looked over to see Afua approach with a long, penetrating metal implement.

"Which slut would wish her piercing outset, hmm ?"

The succeeding fifteen to twenty minutes 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 alive. They had had no musical theme what to expect. Each girl's sex felt tender, but otherwise they felt surprisingly whole. Still, looking down at their violated, cum-saturated genitals, both youthful fair sex were shocked beyond words.

The General leaned over, giving each of them a savage kiss as he wiped their slits out with a wet towel."Very good, sluts. Now…let's time out in your newly adorned pussycat, shall we ?"He untied them and lay back on the bed, ordering Jennifer to range his freshly aroused rooster. Jen moaned as she felt the heart in her clit intensify each time the piercing pushed up against her joy sheaf, each time she sank down on General Khari's prick.

"Ohhh god !"Jen groaned. It was so sensitive…her button was now even more legal tender than the raw-rubbed interior of her cunt. She moaned as the General smacked her ass cheeks.

"You call this screwing, lazy girl ? Get your pussy Down on my big dick until I hear those bitch mouth slapping against my groin. Show taste for the piercing I just gave you, bitch !"He took a riding crop from one of his men, swatting her shapely buttocks and breasts as she rode him, urging her on. Jen couldn't believe the assault of sentience as her new piercing rubbed against her clit again and again, as she pumped her young kidnap up and down, up and down, feeling a oceanic abyss throbbing and a storm lust emanating from her joy clit. That treasonous lust was soon infecting the rest of her lithesome consistency too.

Meanwhile Afua lay beside his General, his advantage for swiftly and expertly completing the piercings. The general ordered Amy to straddle Afua's putz, and the well-endowed blonde bit her lip, cringing as she felt her sensitive fuck-hole ease all the way down Afua's barb. She slowly ground her pussy on top of him, feeling every time the piercing jostled her tiny face bundle. Her clit throbbed, the tissue around it swollen as she fucked herself, slowly with gritted teeth, her pussy hugging his ray of light unwillingly.

"Are you watching your married woman, Scott ? Doesn't she look sexy with a huge African rooster up her petty white pussy ? Ahhhh… The blond bitch is VERY sensitive right now,"Afua groaned."I think she needs more cock."
"Let her go,"Sir Walter Scott gasped, tears in his eyes.
"No ! Please. Be gentle ! You'll make me phlebotomise, it's so sore,"Amy wailed. She tried to find comfort as she slurped up Afua's rooster between her cunt lips, impaling her soft sex obediently on him, desperate to please him. After a few minute of arc the worst of the softheartedness had faded to a dull, throbbing, background pain, and the stimulus of her clitoris actually gave her a greater quantity of pleasure. Within the next fifteen minutes the big-breasted blonde girl was cooing almost, sighing as her indurate teat poked out, as she spread her palms on Afua's chest and impaled herself on his cock with a little more assurance.

"That's my young lady. She's getting used to it,"Afua said, beaming with approval as he watched Amy's cunt bottom out on his shaft, making his surd duration fell deep inside her heat. Scott had to ascertain, too many emotions clawing at him from the inside out. He couldn't believe that his beautiful, dearest Amy was now straddling and fucking a throbbing cock with the most intimate persona of her permanently disfigured. It was so wrong. It was like a dream, no a nightmare…one that he yearned to arouse up from.

Meanwhile, the General was definitely enjoying his meter with Jen, the aphrodisiac 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 tempestuous vertical beat, her slit slamming onto his tool with a meter of meretricious smacks. Her mouth hung slack, her eyes filled with lust. Each clock time she sank down to encase the lewd column of flesh that was the superior general's penis, the girl felt the piercing rub tantalizing stimulation against her throbbing button. It was as if some iniquity god had put his finger on her clitoris, rubbing in all the most lay waste to arc, awakening her libido and throwing her over the edge into an abyss of delight. Jennifer didn't know what to do. She felt her unscathed life served no aim now except to delight her new sea captain. The slender brunette moaned, pleased to notice that the general had dropped his riding crop and was now just enjoying the delight she gave him, her tits bouncing wildly as she busted her pussy roughly on his humanness.

"What do you say, little twat ? give thanks your master key for piercing your cute pussycat. Do it !"the full general growled, swatting her bosom.

Jennifer yelped, her pussy encasing him completely as she writhed, squirmed, and wiggled her ass to give him more hotshot, clenching up around his gumshoe."Yes maestro ! Thank you for piercing my kitty. Thank you for adorning this despicable piece of ass slave. I am yours. This slave belongs to you completely,"she moaned, humping him faster, voraciously, shuddering to her very nucleus."This slave would feel privileged to cum on your huge turncock. Please fill me with your seminal fluid, Master. Please….Uhhh ! ! !"WHAM. Suddenly the climax tore through her, unmoored her from reality as her pussy gushed happily in gratitude on her rapist's thick penis. The slender girl rode out her orgasm, panting like a wild beast as feminine instinct took over.

Amy wasn't far behind her. Her moan went up an octave as her hands clenched on Afua's chest. She had a instant of surging guilt to inquire if Dred Scott was watching all this, seated behind her, seeing her cunt clutch up and spurt all over her raper's beam. It hit her like an blowup of joy. Her snatch squirted its acrid fluids, coating Afua's shaft completely as she convulsed around his whoreson with gratitude of her own, the piercing creating the in demand sensations to throw her clitoris into discharge, hedonistic mental confusion. The big-breasted blonde moaned as her body betrayed her. One upheaval rocked her interior, followed by the next. Hearing Scott's unaccented cry of ‘ No ’, Amy became cognizant of her hubby seeing her outburst shamelessly, the storage forever etched in his judgment of Amy's pierced twat surrendering totally to her captor.

"You nasty little whore, cumming already on my shaft !"Afua shouted."Take my seed, bitch. Feel it fill your worthless fuck-hole."Afua grunted, Amy's convulsions sending him over the bound, his cum spewing up to despoil her snatch as he squeezed her breasts and pinched her pierced nipples to discover her cry out.

"Aaaahhh ! Please be gentle, my white meat are sore !"Amy wailed.

Meanwhile the coupler on the former incline 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 go to CUM, slut."The full general growled as his ejaculate erupted for the last fourth dimension that day, plundering Jen's cunt with the braggy surge of jism yet. His hot seed filled her insides as she looked down with a gasp, his cock-head slamming up toward her cervix severely enough to make her squeal. The excess escaped the seal of her cunt lips, streaming back down the superior general's shaft all the way to his testicles in sticky streamlet. Jennifer moaned, relieved that he had finally cum. She sighed as the superior general pulled her in last against his chest, wrapping an arm around her, her cones rubbing against his stringy chest tomentum. She felt more extra jism flow out of her overdrive slit as if a dam had just burst. Yet more cum still leaked from her ravaged slit, and her button throbbed. But as she felt General Khari kiss the top of her head and croak words of blessing, she didn't care. She was just grateful to be animated.

"You did good, my footling cum-slut. How does it feel, your pussy soaked with my seminal fluid ?"

"Thank you Master, it feels so estimable. This striver is grateful,"Jennifer murmured with tot obedience.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air as General Khari and Afua cuddled with their sex slave. Afua enjoyed the flavor of the blonde's nakedness pressed up tightly against his body, his weapon draped around her. He reminded himself that he would have to ask the general if he could borrow the blonde slit for particular occasions. Her pussy was the rigorous he had ever fucked.

Meanwhile Robert Scott took in the awful prospect, permanently scarred after seeing his love wife Amy and his beautiful sister-in-law Jennifer forced to have their genitals pierced and then have sex their captors to squeal-inducing coming. He closed his optic, realizing that the ordeal he thought would eventually end was in reality just beginning…

A voice drew him out of his horrified thoughts.

"Don't go to sleep on us, baby."It was Neka's voice, sultry and filled with hope. She looked down at his elongated penis. Yes, to Scott's eternal shame he realized that the sight of watching Amy and Jennifer brutally raped had given him the bad erection. His face crumpled as Neka fastened a cock-ring around the nucleotide of his dick. Meanwhile Kontu tied his wrists firmly behind his dorsum and then restrained his ankle to the president legs. Neka then mounted his shaft, slipping her shaft-squeezing snatch down to encase his throbbing humanness."Ooohhh infant we gon na have so a good deal 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 promises into Scott's ears.

"You improve cum in my Sister's pussy in the next xv minutes or I'll cut your nut off and make your married woman eat them,"she growled. Suddenly Scott saw the glint of a wickedly sharp tongue in Kontu's delicate deal."Oh yeah, slight Theodore Harold White prick, we go through Male hard worker real quick. You might not last as long as you think. Your wife might have to determine us constitute a eunuch out of you,"Kontu murmured sweetly.

Amy tried to sit up and beg for her husband's animation, but Afua muffled her lip and put an arm around her chest, dragging her back to him."pipe down bitch. You can't do a thing to help him."

Robert Falcon Scott's life-time did indeed bent in the balance, and with the cock-ring preventing him from ejaculating he didn't savor his prospect. 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 blood brother ! panic surged inside him even as his cock 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 ingurgitate penis, not letting up for a second."kiss me, baby. This might be the last kitty your cock ever gets to enjoy."She ground on top of him with duplicate endeavor, sliding her ebony tits up and down his chest as she sucked hard on his bottom lip, wresting a groan from the helpless man.

‘ Oh god.'He tried to hurl his prick upward to meet Neka's downwardly plunges, but it wasn't enough. The cock-ring kept his humanity rigid yet ineffectual to spew its valued cargo.

"Just 11 to a greater extent arcminute, slave boy,"Kontu grunted."11 Sir Thomas More min until I slice off those runty 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 person prisoner. The General slipped his fingerbreadth into Jen's despoiled sex, making her groan as he told her to catch what was about to unfold. Afua did the Sami, fondling Amy's big breast and teasing her clitoris as he growled in her ear.

"sentinel him, blonde slut. watch over your husband's finish consequence on this earth getting fucked by another women ! Isn't it fucking hot ? Why is your slit dripping with your awful juices, hmm ?"Amy tried to squeeze her eyes shut, wanting to be anywhere but here, wanting anything but to watch out the horror of seeing her husband's virility permanently taken from him.

‘ Please !'she begged inwardly. ‘ individual relieve us.'office of her knew it was hopeless, but part of her clung stubbornly to hope all the Saami. Just then a deliquium sound drifted into the captain's quarter from somewhere outside…somewhere above. It grew louder. Neka's ass was bouncing on Robert Falcon Scott's lap in clock time to her groan and grunts, but as the sound grew ever nearer, the fair sex stilled. The sound, Amy realized what it was, and it fed tonic ember to the kernel of promise in her chest. It had to be the whirring of helicopter blades. Had individual come to rescue them ?

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

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

~gaggedKitty