The perfect Paradise cruise had turned into a nightmare. That was all Robert Scott and Amy could suppose as the African pirates rounded people up. The pleasure yacht had had nearly one hundred people on board, but all were equally helpless now. The pirates had launched their surprisal foray just after dawn, riding the ocean wafture on their sleek skiffs. Before anyone could grow an alarm system, the armed militiamen were on the ship. It had happened so fast !

Scott tried to believe as he clutched his wife protectively. This had been Scott and Amy's 1-year-anniversary pleasure trip, a cruise around the continent of Africa. It was supposed to be the perfect, idyllic dangerous undertaking -- almost like a back honeymoon. And now only uncertainty gripped him. terror shone in Amy's pretty blue eyes. Dred Scott wished he could provide some real comfort, but he knew that any row he might say would border hollow.

The sun rose higher, casting a beautiful ball of fire on the horizon, which Sir Walter Scott and Amy and the other passengers could hardly appreciate given their current crisis.

"What are they going to do with us ?"Amy whispered. Scott glanced at his beautiful Young married woman. Amy was blonde, 25 years-old, tall and slender with large, unfaltering breast and a gorgeous, tanned soundbox. Her unflawed case looked up at him desperately as he put his arm around her waist.

"SSSHHH, sweetie. We'll figure a way out of this."He glanced at his wife's diamond ringing. Maybe if they bribed the pirate ship, they would let them go. Hope began to flare like an ember not quite perfectly in the ash.

Amy's younger sister, Jennifer, had also come along for the drive, hoping to find out a Lester Willis Young handsome man to hook up with. Jennifer stood a niggling path off from them, still in shock. She stood biting her lip, fidgeting constantly. The aphrodisiacal young brunette was just 18-years-old, her breasts smaller than Amy's but perfectly sculpted and firm. She was slender too, and short than her elder sister. Her face was more delicate than Amy's, giving Jennifer an especially ingenuous look topped with that cute, button-like olfactory organ.

Scott whispered to Amy."It looks like they've only taken a fate of us up to the deck of cards. They're keeping the older rider and the nestling below."

"What do you think it means ?"Amy asked.

"I don't know."Scott shuddered, sure enough he didn't want to find out.

Close to 40 hoi polloi stood on the pack of cards of the racing yacht now, all young men and women. The fair sex were beautiful and most of the men were fit and handsome. Walter Scott had to believe that this wasn't sheer coincidence. He counted 15 soldiers on the deck of cards and he knew there were at least 10-15 more below.

The leader of the African pirates was a handsome, huge, and muscular Somalian with an angular nerve. His eyes shone with arrogance and ruthlessness. It made George C. Scott shiver. All of the pirates wore army tiredness. The exclusively difference was the badge of award on the hijack drawing card's breast.

The sea robber leader strode forward, surveying the milling, terrified passengers.

"Hello American holidaymaker. I am General Khari. I wish to welcome you to the coast of Africa,"he shouted."You have trespassed in our H2O and for that you will pay a heavy toll !"The big man spread his hands in mock excuse."If you cooperate fully, who knows, perhaps you may live to tell the tale. If you do not…."He let the judgment of conviction hang with deadly promise."well, if you do not I will not hesitate to kill you or shed you over the side of meat of this ship."

He whispered something to a man beside him. Scott listened carefully and thought he caught the man's figure. Imari.

The man named Imari seemed to be this pirate General's second-in-command. He was shorter and stockier than his chief, his face marred by scars on his forehead and Kuki. He was ugly, but his sinew were impressive and his eyes held a certain personal magnetism. Imari made a gesture to some of the militiamen, who quickly formed a line in front of the scare holidaymaker. They aimed their weapons.

"Now, you will all obey me. You are my American language sex striver now…nothing more. The sooner you understand this the punter. Let us start. study off your wearing apparel. Now !"The General's row left all of the young American men and women totally dumbfounded at kickoff. Yet with the prodding of rape rifles and side arm pointed directly at them the captive quickly obeyed, tossing aside everything - shirts, pant, underwear, socks, and horseshoe.

Soon Amy and Walter Scott stood totally naked, pity painting their cheeks. Poor Jennifer looked so hinder, crossing her weapon system over her exposed breasts. She walked over to Amy, huddling beside her sis for comfort.

"Very beneficial !"the general boomed."Now I have always wanted to be a porn asterisk film director, and this will be my debut film,"he laughed. George C. Scott was aware of camera being set up on the deck, and his jaw nearly hit the storey.

"Each of you will beak a married person to fuck. I want you all to make a soundly fuck appearance for the tv camera. Go ahead now. Pair up with someone."

Scott couldn't believe this ! He shuddered, nodding at Amy, who had tear in her eyes.

"It's okay, sweetie. We'll get through this."

The General's man, Imari, came all along the melody of tourists and gestured with his side arm.

"Come on, hurry up pussy. find oneself a manlike partner."He pointed his shooting iron at Jennifer, who turned ghost-white.

"wealthy person you not picked a cock to fuck yet ? dullard gripe, you want me to shoot you ?"He aimed the artillery at Jennifer's exposed sex.

"No please don't hurt her,"Amy cried out. Jennifer quickly grabbed the arm of a fit-looking man with arenaceous haircloth and dark eyes. He looked like a surfer, and as Jennifer came up to him he quietly introduced himself as patsy.

There was a pause as all of the holidaymaker found a partner except for three girls. There wasn't gender parity.

"You three. You can sit over here and look out for now,"the general said magnanimously. He then proceeded to give elaborate orders for how his small ‘ porn video'would encounter out.

"Now, all of the men will lie down. The womanhood will suck their tool and get those cocks decent and hard. Then you sluts will mount your appointed jibe and have a go at it them like sex-hungry porno whizz. I want you busting your cunts so hard you feel those cock-heads hitting your cervix. I want you to sleep with those rooster like your lives depend on it, slight puss. Do you hear me ?"Khari roared. There was a pause.

"Male, you will not cum inside your partner's sex until I give permission. All right. commence !"

Scott lay on the deck of the ship feeling sick at what was happening to them. He looked down as Amy knelt between his legs, her finger's breadth grasping his shaft, which already had sprung to life. George C. Scott was an Olympic skier who had a very toned physical structure, with strong arms and leg. Yet his own fit consistence didn't even compare to Amy's beauty. He had always considered himself the luckiest man in the existence. Amy was kind and gorgeous. She was his version of flawlessness, her sodding intellect matched by a perfect face, a pure pair of bosom, a hone ass, and a pussycat that squeezed his cock like the ultimate harbour.

Now, as he groaned, he tried to forget the fearsome circumstance. Scott tried to just concenter on Amy's tongue sliding up and down the length of his humanity. She slowly pumped his turncock with her helping hand, helping it to get along to animation even more. Her other hand meanwhile gently fondled his egg in that way that he absolutely loved. She slowly flicked her spit along the head of his shaft. Pumping her fist harder now, she elongated her hubby's cock until it stood out like an obscene, fleshy spear.

"ejaculate on, bitch. hastiness up !"Imari growled. The General's second-in-command was even more sadistic than the General. He came up to Amy, pressing the barrel of the gun to her neck opening."Get sucking. I want to see you take that cock all the way down your despicable pharynx !"

Amy complied, groaning as she slipped the rigid distance in her mouth. She slowly began pumping her mouth up and down Robert Scott's penis, relishing the silky-steel texture of his rod between her sass. Her handwriting steadied, palms flattened on his articulatio coxae as she continued to stake her sweet mouth on his putz. She felt his cock moistening up with pre-cum as he became more excited. Scott hated himself for the responses his body was betraying him with. He squeezed his eye shut.

‘ I'm so dark sweetie. Oh god…'he groaned inwardly. No, he realized that his groan was real and audible. He had let it slip, and now there was no going back as Amy's mouthpiece took him fully in. Her lips pressed in a rigorous, flawless seal around his lance as she slurped loudly, pumping her mouth all the way down until her nose could take sniffed his pubic hair. She gurgled loudly, her mouth fully impaled for ten long second gear. Then, finally, she came up for air, sputtering as pre-cum drooled from her lips. She wiped away the grounds of his lust before going down on him again.

As Amy sucked and cradled his shaft with her expert tongue, Scott groaned louder, his fists clenching. His sexy young wife sucked harder, slurping even more loudly as her hands caressed his balls. She reached one hired hand underneath him, gently prodding his anal opening with one fingerbreadth. She knew he loved it when she did that, and his groaned deepened.

"Ooohh Amy,"he sighed."Ohhhh… !"He felt terrible, yet the lecherousness in him surged. It overthrew his grounds.

Meanwhile he was vaguely aware of other nude couples across the width of the deck in standardised status. Men lay helpless as their captor instructed, while the young lady sucked and slurped on their soon-to-be fully extended cocks.

He risked a glance over at Amy's younger sister, Jennifer. The teenage little girl was smothering marking's cock with firm, petty pumps. The sexy brunette wasn't as experienced at this, and it showed. Her uncertain movements were mitigated somewhat by sucker's encouragement. Scott wondered whether Mark had absolutely no ignominy or whether he was trying to be encouraging so that their capturer would be lupus erythematosus displease with them and think they were cooperating fully in the sadistic ‘ porno video.'

"OOoohhh baby. Yes, you're doing so well. Suck my peter just like that,"Mark grunted. He gathered Jen's hair away from her face, helping Jennifer pump her mouth faster and deeply until she gurgled, groaning as his cock hit the back of her throat.

"All right, cunts and man-slaves. It's time to set out fucking !"full general Khari growled.

Amy straddled Scott's cock, her optic gleaming with stimulation as her snatch slowly engulfed his penis. Scott moaned, looking at her exposed sex as their bodies joined. He couldn't believe this was truly happening. His body stiffened, tense as can be. He stifled another moan, merely grunting as his naked wife began sliding up and down his length. Her hands caressed his chest as she fucked him, her body moving with a perfect tense rhythm, a ballet of question each time her grab bottomed out on his ray. She looked down at him with her heavy-lidded gaze as if to say ‘ It's okay. I know none of this is your fault. Just lie there and let me fuck you. I love you so much.'

The beautiful blonde moaned as her dead body impaled itself again and again and again on her husband's engorged prick. Her breasts jiggled with the force of her impalements, almost mesmerizing. Scott stared at her, at the beautiful adult female he loved. His pith nearly broke at the thought that he had no way to protect her -- that these cruel men could do whatever they wanted to her.

Sure enough, his fear were soon realized.

Suddenly Imari came over to her, pinching Amy's mamilla as he pressed the gun barrel of his side arm into the smooth skin just above Amy's puss.

"Is that what you lazy American English puss shout out fucking ? Really bust that pussycat, cunt ! Bust it now or I'll pistol-whip your husband."

Fear flared in Amy's eyes to vie with the surging lust. Her helping hand gripped his shoulder joint, her knuckles white as she slammed her quim on his peter so hard again and again, the loud SMACK of their consistence joining now echoing across the deck. George C. Scott looked down, watched as her cunt plunged downward to take in every inch of his straining penis. His cock felt her cunt muscles squeeze him tightly like a velvet glove. Her breasts bounced frantically, shaking for all to see as she fucked him with a desperation she hadn't had before.

"That's more like it,"Imari grunted. He pinched Amy's good pap once more, just for the sadistic joy of it, before moving on to mark off on the other couples.

Maybe it was this horror-fueled fascination, but Scott couldn't help himself. He glanced over to retard on Jennifer. Poor Jen. The teenage girl was gingerly straddling Mark's mammoth 9-inch phallus. His vein-bulging prick slowly pressed between Jennifer's delicate slit mouth as she lowered herself, biting her lip and moaning.

"UUuhhhh !"she sighed."Oh god."

"I know, baby. I'm stretching you. It's okay. Go as slow as you need to,"Deutschmark groaned. He reached up and gently cupped Jennifer's chest, his hands sliding over her sensitive tit as she began to labor her hip joint, plunging her twat down his manhood. The Cy Young dyad continued to fuck like that for maybe another sixty seconds. Scott's centre widened as Jennifer's face grew from a look of soreness to…to what exactly, at first he didn't agnize it. Couldn't believe it.

Her face had taken on a haze of pleasure. Her cheeks blushed as she moaned, her pussy flying up and down Mark's unbending magnetic pole. Her middle squeezed shut as her mouthpiece fell undecided in a wordless cry, and Scott was stunned as he realized that Jennifer was having an orgasm !

"Oooohhh. Fuck !"Jennifer moaned. fool's grunt reached new depths as she writhed on his slit. Her nipples had pebbled up into hardened buds as he cupped her scrumptious breast, and now he grimaced, trying to book back his own release.

Imari came over with a riding crop clutched in one clenched fist. He smacked it hard against Mark's hands, which were still cupping Jennifer's breasts. fool cried out and yanked his manus away.

"No touching her, stunned man slave ! You just lay there !"He turned his attention to Jennifer as the sexy brunette continued to move up and down score's shot, her pussy making squelchy-wet phone in the throes of her foreplay."You aren't supposed to be enjoying this so practically. Stupid bitch !"He smacked the riding crop across Jennifer's breasts. One. Two. Three. Four swats. Jennifer squirmed and groaned, her white meat jiggling with each swat. Her pussy lunged faster and harder, hugging Mark's shot as she cried out.

"Please block hurting me !"

Imari ignored her, slamming the crop into her beautiful unseasoned titty, enjoying her wiggle and battle cry as she impaled her teenage snatch on the handsome cock she'd ever known. Jennifer's human face morphed into an intriguing mixture of bother and joy. Pain surged each time the cruel crop bit into her supple cone shape, yet pleasance trailed it as Mark's turncock surged between her thighs, ricocheting along the bulwark of her snug enactment in shipway that awakened too many hotshot.

"Please…Uhhhh ! I'm fucking him as fast as I can !"she wailed. Finally Imari relented, withdrawing the crop and grabbing Jen by the nucha of the neck.

"If you dare cum on that putz again without my permission I'll put a bullet in your slit. Understand ?"

Jennifer whimpered."Y-yes Sir !"

Satisfied that he'd disciplined the sex slave for now, the man withdrew and walked over to another young distich.

Scott strained to see what Imari would do next. Meanwhile Amy was moaning loudly now, her mammilla hardened into pink spikes as her twat creamed up on his shaft, her juices pungent in the air. Scott momentarily looked back up at his beautiful wife, her sad yet lust-tinted face sporting a wordless coo as she too went over the edge. Luckily Imari was too busy to notice, too in use to see Amy's lithesome trunk assume up on her husband's lap, her snatch convulsing wildly as it spewed so much of her sweet nectar.

Scott grunted, automatically gripping his married woman's sexy ass cheeks as she moaned quietly, riding out the eternal rest of her climax. Her chest heaved, her titty bobbing up and down as she felt the utmost spasm of her pussy clenching around his dick, the last shred of delirious joy as she coated the penis of the man she loved thoroughly in her juice.

"Yes, Scott. I love coming on your hard cock. Mmmm !"she sighed, leaning over to whisper in his ear. She began grunting again, sliding her now well-lubricated snatch up and down, fucking herself, grunting louder as she picked up her pace again. Her sexy ass gyrated madly. Soon she was at it again, at full force, fucking him like a sex-crazed maniac, knowing that to stop might fetch unwanted attending from their captor. George C. Scott didn't experience how much long he could hold himself back. His nut felt with child, swimming with his seeded player. The pent-up need for release would soon take him insane if he didn't cum soon !

But he soon became aware of the upshot of not obeying their capturer, and it made his throat tighten.

On the far side of the deck of cards there was a voluptuous red-header with pale skin. Her pretty face was transformed with an enraptured moan as she squealed in the midst of a brawny climax. The man beneath her grunted, his whole torso stiffening as he shot his encumbrance deep into her dripping pussy. The redhead collapsed in a heap on top of her lover, their sweaty bodies still joined with his cock nestled in her tight, mute passion. For a present moment they formed the picture of two naked lovers, nothing more.

And then it turned into a nightmare….

"Did the General say you could hold back ?"Imari pistol-whipped the man on the ground and then pulled up the Melanerpes erythrocephalus by her hair. She cried out. Jism leaked from her well-fucked pussy as Imari began to lead the redhead away.

The superior general's thriving voice rang out."throw that redhead slit and her boyfriend over the face ! Let them swim with the sharks for disobeying me !"

There it was, a brutal thrill wrapping around Scott's heart as he realized how high the post really were. This Somali full general was a tally, sadistic maniac. They had to please him…or…he didn't want to even think about what might bump to them.

Robert Falcon Scott looked helplessly into Amy's beautiful glacier-blue eyes.

‘ I'm sorry,'was all he could say with his wordless gaze. ‘ I'm sorry I can't do anything to lay aside us.'

He felt his cutis prickle as suddenly a new presence loomed. The superior general himself. He had stripped out of all of his apparel, standing completely naked with a thick elongated cock that was every bit of 10 inches. It was almost like a short lance rather than a dick. It wasn't just the length but the thickness of it.

Amy licked her lips and moaned as the General positioned himself behind her.

"I've enjoyed observation you and your man, footling blonde cunt. You've made me very, very horny. I saw you cream up and cum on your husband's cock."He made a tsk-tsk sound."Now normally I would have Imari punish you, but this time I'll let you off leisurely with an ass fuck. I've always wanted to feel the inside of an American English's female child's tight ass."

Amy went set, her oculus filling with fear. ‘ Oh no !'George C. Scott persuasion. What could he do ? His mind raced, trying to guess of something.

"Please, don't fuck her in that location. Take the wedding gang. Our talent to you ! Just please leave her alone."

But the general ignored Scott. General Khari slowly poured some kind of lubricant into Amy's puckered hole, rubbing it around the rim of her anus.

"No, please !"Amy whimpered. She tensed up as she felt a expectant promontory prodding at her asteroid hole. Slowly, bit by bit, she felt that bulbous cock-head invade her medium anal initiative, pressing past despite her sphincter muscles clenching up. She groaned, feeling the incredible fullness as her ass felt like a baseball bat had been embedded inside of it. With slow, poor drive, general Khari began pumping his penis into her sexy bottom, growling as he gripped her firmly by the waist.

Robert Falcon Scott imagined Amy feeling their dueling turncock simultaneously filling her puss and ass, the thin wall of tissue paper keeping his shaft and the horrible rapist's from rubbing together.

"Now this is extra, yes. Blonde cunt has such a tight ass, and it squeezes my pecker so nicely ! Now go along fucking your husband. Let's get a brutal rhythm going."Scott saw tears in Amy's eyes as the blond's tit wobbled, her pussycat pumping up and down his straining penis even as the superior general raped her ass.

"Let me feel these lissom tits, little whore. Ooooohhhh… so easy,"the superior general groaned, his hands cupping and squeezing Amy's poor breasts until she cried out.

"Please, it hurts. Be blue-blooded !"she begged. The General seemed to relent, dipping a deal to Amy's crotch and playing with her clit even as she fucked Robert Falcon Scott's vein-bulging cock. He couldn't hold it much longer. He was about to explode. His typeface creased with effort. He gritted his teeth, holding back the imminent bam of cum that wanted to chuck from his rock-hard shaft.

"Please Sir,"Scott priming coat out. He couldn't believe he was saying this."Please Sir, may I cum in my wife's pussy ?"

He had to hope that by being submissive, maybe, just maybe the General would demonstrate mercy. There were a few instant of absolute terror as he waited for the full general's answer. If he came without permit in Amy's snatch would the General have them killed just like that other duet ? fright spiked. His stomach churned.

The general laughed, groaning as his cock prodded Amy's sore ass."Such a well-behaved young man. Very polite. Your husband is quite the pinch, isn't he, my little light-haired cunt ?"The superior general punctuated his input by pinching Amy's tit and thrusting himself to the hilt into her over-extended anus. Amy felt something rent, groaning as pain in the neck stabbed through her. Meanwhile Sir Walter Scott watched as Amy's puss bottomed out on his slam, and the pain in the neck she experienced made her squirm on his manhood, sending him over the precipice.

He grunted."Oh god ! Please may I cum Sir ?"

The full general chuckled."Go ahead, man striver. Spew your pitiful seed in your married woman's little cunt."Robert Falcon Scott had a freaky instant to feel grateful to the superior general as his putz twitched inside his wife's warm, wet slit. He felt his source erupt, exploding like a bomb calorimeter as his jism spurted in wave after wave, filling up Amy's young pussy like it never had before. Amy's moan matched his grunts as he rode out his intense sexual climax, his cock spewing so a lot hot germ up into her cunt that the excess flowed outward, congealing on their joined pubic muffs.

General Khari pulled out of Amy's ass with a sigh, walking around to present his diaphysis in front of Amy's cheek.

"You may now clean off my beam of light, bitch. Consider it an honor."

Stifling a look of disgust, Amy smothered the huge, pitch-dark knob with her sass. Her impudence rippled as she slurped loudly, trying to clean him off as quickly as potential. Scott looked up at this degrading display tone like a tot wretch. He could do naught but watch his wife suck off the same shaft that had just raped her virgin ass.

Finally, when the General was satisfy, he pulled his manhood out of Amy's mouth. Long strings of cum dangled from Amy's pretty rim, and his hammer glistened with an plentiful coating of the blonde miss's saliva. He turned and shouted to all of the young twain, who were all still fucking desperately.

"Now listen up, American sex slaves. Your Master has serious news. You may now cum ! Go ahead, man hard worker. Cum inside those pussies !"The general strode up and down the line, watching as each couple did as he commanded.

Scott sighed as Amy flopped forward, resting her oral sex on his chest. Her binge wetted his musculus pectoralis muscularity as she shuddered.

"I hope the unfit is over,"she whispered. Scott wrapped his weapons system around her, hugging her tight.

"I hope so too, steady. We'll get through this together."

Scott tried to spot out the other frightening audio on the deck of the ship. He risked a peek over at Jennifer. The teenage girlfriend was writhing on Mark's shaft, her firm breasts aching with hunger judgement by the pert nipples that stood out, fully raise. Her puss greedily slurped up the man's shaft as she fucked on his lap. There was a trace of cum trickling down Mark's shaft just underneath the snug stamp of Jennifer's slit.

Jennifer had descended into a fog of pleasure. She cooed now, stimulation turning her Cy Young feminine body into something central. Scott could hardly believe that THIS was his usually shy sister-in-law.

"Oooohh, please have sex me Sir. Cum inside my pussy ! Fill me up with your hot, nasty seed ! Ohhh yes. Fuck !"Jen squealed.

Mark's hand couldn't resist. They reached up to squeeze Jennifer's breasts hard as the moment of ejaculation ripped through him like a jab sword. He felt his cum bubbling up from his weighty bollock, and then the eruption spewed. Cum blasted from the tip of his cock, his entire body wracked with shudders as he spent himself deeply inside her adolescent fuck-hole.

‘ OH god,'Robert Scott thought. ‘ What if Jennifer gets fraught ?'Amy and George C. Scott were ready to have kids, but poor Jennifer…. Of course in the middle of all this, that was a minor problem compared to what might happen… Robert Scott just felt sorrowful knowing that Jennifer's future tense might never be the same. ‘ If we survive this at all,'he reminded himself.

It seemed like forever until stain stopped twitching underneath Jennifer, his stopcock's muscle spasm sending a soaker of seed to despoil her teenage cunt. Jennifer half-sighed, half-groaned when his cock slipped free of her soft crease. A cream-pie of cum glistened in her let out sex as she looked down at her messy fork, finally recovering her signified, realizing the enormity of what had just happened. Jennifer slid off of Mark's lap. Cum trickled down her thighs. She looked over at Amy and Scott and there was this look of entire disgrace.

guilt trip weighted down her soul.

The General was walking up and down the deck now, watching as several more male grunted loudly, their body writhing as they came. respective sexy girls moaned as they felt their pussies filled irreversibly, wondering just like Robert Falcon Scott had wondered -- whether this would indeed arrive at them pregnant. There were a few late stragglers, men of less virility who had a little more trouble spewing their germ on command. But finally each beautiful young woman had their sex sticky and dripping with hot male jism.

The immature twosome huddled together on the deck in the aftermath, uncertain of what this sadistic madman might crap them do next. Slowly the general swaggered back and forth, his bare and muscular bulk sticking out like a sore ovolo with his darkened complexion.

"Well done, sex slaves. I hope you enjoyed yourselves."He paused, surveying the panting Edward Young womanhood and men."Now you'll be divided into chemical group. A few very prosperous girls and maybe even a few handsome stud poker will be taken to my personal after part. The rest will be divided among my men. They will get a chance to play with you for the remnant of the afternoon. Obey them completely. I've given them consummate discreetness on discipline…including the ultimate punishment."

The general's optic gleamed sadistically as he finished his piddling speech. Then he walked over to Jennifer, who cringed back as he approached.

"What is your epithet, picayune slit ?"

"J-Jennifer."

"slave Jennifer,"he corrected.

"Y-yes Sir. I am your striver,"Jen said meekly.

"Is this your boyfriend ?"the full general asked kindly, as if he wasn't a consummate monster raping an entire ship-load of tourer.

"No Sir. I just met him."

The full general rubbed his Kuki thoughtfully."Did anyone else come with you ?"Jennifer hesitated. Finally the Sojourner Truth won out.

"I came with my big sister and her husband."Jennifer looked over at Amy and Walter Scott. Scott didn't have a upright smell about this.

The General smiled, a flash bulb of impossibly blanched tooth."Very good. You will join me in my quarters."full general Khari turned to Amy and Scott."As will you two."

Before Walter Scott or Amy could even protest they were dragged below deck with Jennifer. Soon they were thrust into a luxurious room. This must sustain been the police captain's poop, judging from the plush carpeting, a gigantic bed bigger than a king-sized mattress, and two wide couch.

The full general whispered something to Imari, who left and returned with two strapping bodyguards.

The bigger bodyguard stood by the General."I'd like you to meet Nuru."And then the full general motioned toward the lowly guard."And this is my other assistant, Kutendo."His grinning returned, but it wasn't reassuring.

"Now I have chosen you because I enjoy women AND men. Both are adequate to of exquisite beauty and I like to own beautiful things."He shrugged."assignment you, I can be very rough with my toys."He smiled again, that cold, cold smiling."Now you have been chosen to be persona of my especial seraglio, so deliberate yourself fortunate."

Harem ? What ? ! Scott tried to process this. His heart stopped. Amy squeezed his hand gently, her fear flowing through their conjoin fingers.

"W-what ? What do you intend ?"Scott stammered. But before he knew what was even going on, the two bodyguard had wrestled him over to the bed and strapped him down face-up. He struggled to no avail as they tied his wrists and bound his ankle apart. They did the Sami to Amy on his right and Jennifer on his left. The bed was so enormous that all three of the raw captives could be tied down spread-eagled with ample room.

"Now, first I like to adorn my objects. To make them even more beautiful,"the general murmured. He motioned to Rutendo, who produced a bottle of sterilizing solution and a needle. Nuru brought out three twosome of mamilla bar, glinting with a silvery spark in the sunshine.

"What…what are you doing ! ?"Scott sputtered.

"I think you'll also look a great deal nicer with nipple tintinnabulation even though you're a male. And don't vexation, slave girls. We have another piercing for each of your sexy little clits !"

What followed was pure overrefinement as the two bodyguard, apparently used to this procedure, pierced each of the au naturel engrossed's nipples. Tears flowed down Amy's cheek as Rutendo affixed the bars, adorning her large breasts. Jennifer writhed and cried out as Nuru finished sliding in the bars into her pink nipples, securing them in space.

Robert Falcon Scott couldn't believe it as a pair of Browning automatic rifle was even inserted into his nipples, making him sense completely degraded. He closed his eyes, yearning for this all to be over.

"There, now. You three look so sexy together,"the General beamed."We can do the button piercings later, yes ladies ?"He chuckled as he approached Jennifer.

"Would you like me to take off your restraints, little girl ?"

Jennifer bit her lip, still in pain."Yes Sir. Please."

He swatted her chest, making her belly laugh."You'll telephone me ‘ Master.'Never forget !"

"OW ! Yes headmaster ! I'm sorry, master key !"Jennifer squealed. She moaned as Nuru undid her radiocarpal joint bindings and ankle ties. She froze, her lissom consistency all too aware of superior general Khari's looming manhood. It hung like a Equus asinus's gibe, long and thick, as he nestled it between her legs. He motioned at Rutendo and Nuru.

"You two have fun with the early two hard worker. Let's have a little rape party."So saying, the General slowly positioned his cock-head at Jen's opening. The slender brunette stifled a moan as she felt his cock-head graze her labia, pushing inside her, penetrating her teenage sex inch by agonizing inch. Her fists clenched as he drove all the way into her sore pussy, his globe slapping against her second joint as he grunted.

"OOHHH. Such a skillful, tight case for my cock. Your puss hunger to be shoved full of hard man-meat. I can feel it."He grunted as he began a punishing rhythm method of birth control, fucking her savagely, his cock plowing into her tight slit with unyielding force. smack. SLAP. SLAP. Each time he fucked her, his ballock swung and slapped against her thighs. The cadence of her high-pitched, tortured grunts and his deeper oink filled the room like a twisted symphony orchestra.

Meanwhile Amy braced herself. The spread-eagled blonde could do null but vigil Nuru, the braggart bodyguard, strip out of his apparel and kneel between her sexy thighs. He rubbed her clit just to love watching her squirm. Then he readied himself, that vast bulb-shaped cock-head poised to rape her sex. He launched his gibe between her peg without clemency, plunging in so recondite she felt the incursion as if he was fucking through her uterus. Amy's pleas to be assuage went ignored as the constant speech sound of fucking filled the cabin.

Between the two incapacitated fille, Scott lay there, just as helpless, tormented beyond belief. He looked to his leftfield, saw his sister-in-law's face contorted with a mixture of pain and budding pleasure as the General's hammer slammed between her cunt lips. To his right there was his beautiful, lovely Amy, the love of his lifespan. Her breasts wiggled each prison term a pulverizing thrust raped her snatch completely, each time Nuru's shaft buried itself to the hilt in the same gluey slit that still held some of George C. Scott's semen.

"Oooohh fuck ! Yes ! This blond's cunt is still very tight. Her husband's smaller slit is no match for a proper shaft. I'll putz this bitch until she screams,"Nuru growled.

"Fuck her mentality out, my friend,"the General grunted. He leaned down, stealing a passionate buss from Jennifer, plundering her sass as she moaned, feeling the stopcock lancing her intimate depths. Her toughened mammilla rubbed against the stringy chest hair of the General raping her, and she suddenly slipped her hands up to grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his peter hammered through her delicate snatch.

"Move your ass, Slave. Let me find your puss squeezing my barb in gratitude,"the General barked.

Jennifer obliged, her flexible, lithe organic structure gyrating with her captor as he fucked her more thoroughly than she could birth ever imagined. Her breasts ached with desire, her internal snatch muscles rippled with heat energy. She felt a tricking of her succus flow down superior general Khari's beam of light -- her pussy's cry of gratitude for the massive stopcock raping her, ravaging not just her fuck-hole but also her soul.

‘ What's awry with Jen ?'Winfield Scott wondered, aghast. He could see she was getting aroused. He could hear the damp, squelchy-moist sounds of arousal each fourth dimension the General's cock joined with Jen's wetness. It was appalling. George C. Scott wanted to feel anger toward her for giving in to any gloss of cooperation with her own colza. Yet as Robert Scott looked down at his crotch, saw the set spike of flesh sticking out from his physical structure, he knew that he was a hypocrite.

‘ Oh god. What's wrong with ME ?'he thought with desperation. His poor wife was moaning loudly now, Nuru's manus gripping her neck backbreaking, half-choking her as his stopcock pounded cryptic into her snatch.

"Start squeezing that sexy bitch around my beam of light or I'll strangle you. Worthless sporting lady !"Nuru growled.

Amy sputtered and tried to comply, wiggling her ass and giving her raper more pleasance. She tried to tighten up her muscles, pushing her groin down to gather Nuru's fell thrusts. Each time he fucked her, she felt a tiny part of her pull away, lost forever. She closed her eyes and just imagined it was Scott's cock fucking her instead of this brutal rapist. She moaned and cooed, sliding her pussy down to receive Nuru's furious thrusting.

Scott was heartbroken as he looked at his wife's predicament. But he was about to be broken in an entirely different way. The light escort, Rutendo, approached him with a vial of lubricating substance. He began pouring it into Winfield Scott's puckered fix.

"What are you doing ? hold back !"Sir Walter Scott shouted. He couldn't believe it as Rutendo slowly prodded his cock-head at Scott's anus, thrusting it in until he'd buried it as far as it would go. Rutendo fucked him, raping his ass as he squirmed and cried out, looking to the cap as if soul might magically come out to salvage him.

"NOOO ! convey it out !"he screamed, almost like a miss. If Sir Walter Scott had been tormented before, now he was broken. Tears lined his face as he looked over at Jen and Amy. ‘ No this can't be happening ! Please toss off me now, just let this end !'

Amy groaned deeply as she felt Nuru stiffen inside her. Jism pooled deep inside her, Nuru's ample cum slowly seeping out of her slit when the big man finally withdrew to admire his handiwork.

"Now that's what I call a well-fucked cunt,"Nuru murmured.

Meanwhile Jennifer moaned as she galloped toward sexual climax. Her snatch was creaming up feverishly on the superior general's peter. As his balls jostled back and forth her cunt gripped his scape greedily, a velvety vice that didn't want to let go each time he speared her deep. His big hand held her by the throat, grasping her gently enough so that she could barely catch one's breath as he plunged his dick into her slit with enough force play to shake the full bed.

"Do you like it, bitch ? Hmm ? Are you grateful to be a striver in my hareem ? Tell me and perhaps I'll let your sister and her husband go."

The gorgeous brunette licked her sass, rousing coiling through her loin. She surrendered to it, welcomed it with open weapon system if it might deliver those she loved.

"Yes Master. screwing me so hard. Tear out my pussy. I love being shoved full of your magnificent cock. piece of tail me please ! nookie me senseless. get me cry with your cock deep inside me."The General affectionately palmed Jennifer's breasts as she wrapped her pegleg around his middle. Both her mitt held onto the massive, tree trunk-like arm which still held her by the neck.

The general looked over at Scott's tortured side beside him on the bed."How do you like it ? You get to experience a shred of what your married woman experiences when you fuck her with your hard scape. It's a new and concern experience, is it not ?"The general's kind whole step belied his sadistic words. He looked down at Scott, whose face was so awash in painfulness, his mind somewhere else in shock as Rutendo continued raping him.

"AAaahhh. Almost there !"the general growled, looking down at Jennifer's lust-enraptured facial expression."Go ahead, slave bitch. Cum on your Master's dick. CUM for me."

Jennifer's tortured eyes flared with desire. Her slender bareness squirmed beneath his monumental form. She cried out, her breasts jiggling as her pussy spurted, soaking the full general's prick and leaving a dark stain pooling on the piece of paper. Jen's stage felt like jelly as the full general continued to pulverize her pussy, one brutal fuck after another.

At the Sami time Rutendo erupted in George C. Scott's anus, and the stricken man was hardly aware of it because his mind was already benumbed from the revulsion.

To the left of Scott another climax approached."Here I come, little bitch. aim my come !"the General roared. He stiffened, neck opening corded with muscle, his biceps bulging. He squeezed Jennifer's neck as he shot his cum deep toward her uterus, his seed scouring her insides as she felt his hot, sticky intrusion. Jennifer sagged beneath him like a rag dolly, her body exhausted as she felt him fall on top of her, nearly crushing her. His semi-flaccid shaft still nestled in her snatch, refusing to leave. She'd never felt so filthy.

And now she could barely breathe.

"Please captain,"she wheezed. Her heartbeat was out of ascendancy, thudding wildly as he slowly drew out of her and stepped back from the bed. Nuru and Rutendo also stepped back from their raw prisoner, admiring their brutal piece of work.

Two glistening twat covered with twice the cum of their late partners made the beautiful brunette and the gorgeous blonde tone almost identically tainted. Their body lay completely exanimate on the huge bed, their boob slick with travail thanks to their captors'embrace. The General leaned over, tracing his finger through the viscous jism in Amy's snatch. She whimpered at his touch. He put it to Jennifer's lips.

"punch it fairly, slave. I want it glistening with aught but your saliva."

Jennifer obeyed, her eye heavy with exhaustion and numbed from the ordeal. Then the full general did the Saami with Jennifer's cunt, pushing his fingertip through her soft folds until he'd gathered up a dollop of cum. Jennifer shivered at his touch.

"Your turn, blonde slut."He fed her the mixture of Jen's cunt cream and his own seed, watching as Amy dutifully slurped it up.

The General turned to his bodyguards."Untie the blonde but leave the male bound."He looked at his three captives."You will wait here until I have further penury of you."

Then the general turned back to his bodyguard."If you hear so much as a peep, check in on them. impart the room access open too."superior general Khari rubbed his hands together."It will soon be dinner party, and I have another surprise for all of our American sex slaves."He called in Imari."Have all of the American English cunts and their men assembled on the deck in 45 minutes."

After the superior general had left, the welcome reprieve slowly gave two of the American captives a chance to retrieve their sanity. Amy snuggled up to her husband, planting soft buss along his face.

"I'm so sorry, Scott. I'm here for you. please, don't give up hope."She squeezed his paw, but it was lifeless, listless in her bag. She pressed her nakedness up against him, slipping an arm around his chest."Close your eyes, baby. Get some sleep."

Scott heaved a huge, heavy sigh. He blinked back tears.

Jennifer snuggled up to him on the early side, her hand reaching out to take her sister's. As they clasped hands the two sisters saw tears mirrored on one another's faces.

"fountainhead get through this somehow, wont we ?"Jen asked.

Amy nodded stubbornly, fighting back more than tears.

"We will, sweetheart. I promise."

But how ? That was the million dollar bill interrogative sentence. All three prisoner would soon marvel, with mounting dread, what"surprisal"the superior general had in store following for his ship-load of helpless American sex slaves….

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END OF part ONE. To Be Continued.

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

~gaggedKitty