Jen and Amy fell asleep beside Scott, all three slaves naked and helpless but at to the lowest degree blissfully unaware…for the meter being.

Jen awoke about 45 minutes later, peering outside one of the Windows in the captain's quarters. She saw the young, attractive American tourist, both Male and female person, lined up nude along the deck. General Khari's men were barking Holy Order and putting the girls into one line, the Guy in another. Soon general Khari himself strode out onto the deck, bellowing for subdued.

"Listen carefully, my beautiful Thomas Young sex slave. Now, you may be wondering what is next for all of you. dinner party will soon be served."The full general's fat, masculine face broke into a lopsided grin. He gestured toward a protracted dining tabular array which had been set up with a feast of princely menu - fruit diplomacy, fillet mignon, mashed potatoes, and a dozen other types of culinary art. The plateful and glassful were set perfectly, poised for an immaculate banquet. The soldiers had all sat down, all except for superior general Khari's second-in-command, the scar-faced and off-key looking Imari.

"You see all of this exquisite food ? Before you are allowed to eat you must first EARN it."He pointed at a grandiloquent, creamy-skinned brunette with pretty hazelnut oculus and a yoke of boastfully, mouth-watering titty."What is your epithet, fille ?"

"A-amanda,"she squeaked.

"Very in force, Amanda. Pick a new married person to fuck. It can not be your husband or boyfriend."The girl hesitated. Imari came up with a crop and swatted savagely across her supple cones. The brunette yelled and quickly walked over to a tormented-looking young man, taking him by the hand.

"Good ! Now the residual of you choose new partner. And do not even THINK of trying to choose your husband or boyfriend. If we find out you disobeyed, we will belt down them before your eyes."The General and his men watched eagerly as the nude captives chose their new sex better half. Then, when every girl had been paired up with a guy, the general made his final annunciation.

"I want one-half of the couples on this side and half of the couples across from them. Male slave, you will have sex your peeress doggy-style, each argument facing the other. Female slaves, you will kiss the girl across from you as the men pound your closely holes. If everyone can fuck for the future 30 arcminute 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 sentence hang, deadly delight showing in his heart at the bare possibility.

Jennifer wanted to depend away, but her eyes were glued to the horrifying yet somehow fascinating shot unfolding. The lady friend named Amanda knelt on her hired man and knees. The young man behind her was Steve. He gently kissed the nape of Amanda's neck before massaging her shoulders and whispering something in her ear.

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

"It's okay,"Amanda sighed.

"hurriedness up !"Imari growled, walking up and down the two lines of duo."Start 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 notice how Steve appreciated her aphrodisiacal curves. He ran his fingers down her smooth wing, slowly inserting his now raging hard-on. As his cock slipped into her lenient folds, she sighed and ground her hips back to meet him. Her nipples pebbled into tiny, rock-hard little buds. Her breasts shook as Steve established a regular recurrence, plunging his shaft deep, steadily and slowly ramming toward her uterine cervix. The Loretta Young couple could have been any other couple making lovemaking, enjoying intimacy, if it weren't for the awful scene of soldiers enjoying the show and other helpless naked couples fucking all around them.

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

"I'm sorry… have to… have it off harder…"

Amanda wiped a stray tear from her eye."It's okay…the love child's soldiers already fucked me half a dozen times. My pussy's so sore… but at least, at to the lowest degree 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 shaft will slip in and out easily. lupus erythematosus uncomfortableness. She might even be able to love it.'

Soon enough Jennifer's heart and ears could reply that very query. After the first few minutes, Amanda's pale body was grinding back against Steve's cock even more excitedly. A gimcrack suctioning sound sailed to Jen's ears each time Steve's shaft slammed home into Amanda's feminine sheath. His hands massaged her flank, slipping underneath to cup her Brigham Young, perky nipple. Amanda's jaw went slack, her cunt back talk forming a tight, greedy stamp around Steve's young gibe. She moaned, biting her lip.

"Yes, Steve. Your stopcock look so skilful. Don't hold back. Fuck me. nookie me just like that, big guy."

Jennifer watched with secluded arousal as Steve's cock vanished once again inside Amanda's tight, wet folds. Across from Amanda there was a lithe carrottop with curly red fuzz. She leaned forward, kissing Amanda and stifling her groan, as a thick male captive fucked the redhead from behind in the same doggy-style billet. Soon the entire length of the ship's deck was filled with a combination of groan, grunts, the slapping speech sound of testicles, and the squelchy-wet sounds of kitty greedily accepting plunging gig of manhood. Jennifer watched as Amanda and the obscure Aythya americana deepened their kiss, French kissing obediently while the two men continued to drill their twat.

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

"I'm sorry,"Steve grunted."Please forgive me."He plunged into Amanda's cock-hugging twat with renewed dynamism, relishing the feeling of her torso around his raging erection. He reached underneath, playing with her clit as her moan deepened.

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

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

"But Sir, we aren't allowed,"Amanda groaned. Her plaintive moan reached a crescendo as Steve's shaft flew between her second joint, fucking her slit like a battering ram as she dripped her fluids down his putz until even his scrotum was thickly covered in her odour. Her next protest was again stifled by the curly redheaded woodpecker's lip and exploratory tongue. She moaned, kissing the redhead back as her slit lovingly encased Steve's throbbing manhood…milking his testicles toward a forbidden finish.

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

The General himself strode up to the frantic pair as Steve grunted plaintively. His custody slid down to Amanda's ass cheeks, clutching her waist tightly as his face contorted in the tell-tale signboard of orgasm. Amanda's centre widened in surprisal as she felt Steve's scalding source scour out her inside, as he pumped her full of his awkward fluid. No sooner had Steve finished emptying his hot cum in Amanda's cunt, Imari roughly pushed him back. He glared at Amanda's gaping, exposed sex as it leaked long, heavy flow of cum.

"This one has disobeyed, Sir !"Imari shouted. The general walked over to the terrified new man. Steve put up his hands in surrender, scrambling to his knee.

"Please, I tried to hold back."He gestured toward Imari."He made me keep fucking her so unvoiced and fast, I couldn't…I couldn't help it ! Please don't kill me."

The superior general grabbed Steve by the neck and thrust his boldness into Amanda's exposed slit."biff up your fix, despicable American language hard worker ! Do it now !"The General stood back, watching as Steve slurped frantically at Amanda's ravaged snatch. He gobbled up all of the come 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 fount, enjoying the star his natural language created. Now he sat back on his haunches and turned around just in time for the General to pistol-whip him. The new man sprawled unconscious on the deck, facedown.

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

"No !"Amanda cried."Please don't kill him !"Amanda crawled over on her men and knee joint, her eyes shining with despair. Imploring her captor.

The full general regarded her for a few fleeting consequence. A savage grin slowly morphed his features."What would you do to salvage his liveliness, slut ? Hmm ?"He grasped her by the nape of the neck, thrusting her nerve toward Steve's bottom."Lick out his ass, cunt. Make his puckered hole nice and clean or I send him over the side."

Shuddering, the big-breasted brunet obeyed. She flicked her spit at Steve's bottom, tonguing his asteroid anus. Somehow she fought back the itch to gag. Jennifer watched it all with mounting mental rejection. Imari dropped his drawers behind Amanda, prodding his vein-covered cock-head at the entrance to Amanda's slit. She groaned loudly when he thrust balls-deep into her just-fucked snap, the meter of his cock slamming into her young body adding a new level of sound to the forced orgy all along the deck…

‘ Oh god. These guy rope are beyond animals… At to the lowest degree Amy, George C. Scott and I aren't up there on the deck. We seem to be the full general's favorite pets or something like that. But what will he do with us ?'Jen shivered at the intellection. Soon sufficiency she heard footsteps, lowering footstep which could only be full general Khari's stride. Oh no. He was coming…

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

Amy's pretty puritanical middle snapped open with wakefulness. Scott groaned. Still bound spread-eagle to the widely bed, he could do nothing but look around frantically, eyes still haunted by all the ill-usage he'd been subjected to. His anus still ached from his earlier colza.

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

"Rise and radiancy, little fuck darling. Did you have a skillful nap ? I bet you are hungry, yes ?"Jennifer and Amy nodded meekly."Good, the three of you will join me for the evening meal. Come."Two of the General's soldiers rushed in behind him, quickly unbinding Dred Scott and allowing him to stumble beside them as they mounted the stairway. Within a few minutes they had reached the briny deck with the recollective feast board sumptuously laid with nutrient. The soldiers were already halfway through the repast. Yet a great deal food for thought remained untouched. Jen's belly rumbled and Amy heard her own thirstiness sting grumble audibly.

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

"Please…UgghhK !"Amanda begged.

"Choke the little bitch and put her on my turncock,"Imari growled. He was lying down now, and the younger soldier assisting him had put a snare around Amanda's neck, yanking her backward until she straddled Imari's dick, her shapely ass facing her main captor. The older soldier next to Imari guided Imari's putz into Amanda's slit, letting it embed deeply in her sore snatch before taking the riding crop and smacking it in a brutal rhythm against her button and pubic area. Meanwhile the younger soldier continued to reduce his hold on the rope pinch so that it bit into Amanda's neck. She sputtered and begged as Imari established a rhythm, watching her ass relocation as her bitch squirmed more and more frantically on his hammer with each second of intensifying abuse.

superior general Khari came up and put his munition around each of his favorite young slit. He idly cupped Amy's and Jennifer's breasts as he licked the position of Amy's face."Do you like the appearance, my darlings ? It is quite exciting, isn't it ?"He felt the two gorgeous young adult female shiver in his implements of war before motioning for Scott to have a seat.

"Please, eat up. Your married woman and sis have been such well behaved shag hard worker. I think you at least deserve a proper meal."The superior general's fat, ugly fount lit up with an idea."Actually, it's fourth dimension we had a prissy little public lecture, man to man. The sluts can wait to eat until later. Your married woman can suck in me off and her sister can suck you off while we share a repast together. Won't that be skillful ?"He sat down and motioned for one of his men to hurl Amy to her stifle. Amy knew better than to stand. Her voluptuous chest swayed as she leaned over, taking the General's thick, vein-bulging stopcock between her lips. She began smothering his putz, firmly tightening her lips around his manhood as she impaled her mouth, groaning as she took him in.

'Oh god…he smells like sweat…no, even worse, like a gym-full of sweaty athletes,'Amy cringed. The secure scent of manful musk filled the blonde's nostril as she pumped her human face up and down, her jaw rippling with her efforts. The General sighed a sigh of well-chosen contentment, gathering her tomentum back from her face as he watched her go down on him until her scent rubbed against his pubic fuzz.

"Ahhhh… your married woman has a rarified talent for this. She's going to be the full cock-slurping slave girl the Earth has ever seen,"the General beamed. He looked across at Dred Scott, whose tormented regard looked like someone had taken a razor steel to his orchis. Scott was only too aware of Jennifer's clapper tenderly laving the sides of his strict penis. He shuddered as Jen took him in completely, the brunette's rima oris fastening around his ray, slurping loudly as her warm oral cavity pressed lovingly around the sides 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 feed their squirm captor the right potential display.

‘ I'm so deplorable, Walter Scott,'Jen thought. ‘ Please just don't do anything pudden-head ’. The pretty brunette could experience the anger, desperation, and helplessness vibrating through Robert Falcon Scott's being as she sucked his cock. There was a barely contained cult vying with the weakness, and Jen hoped that Scott wouldn't try anything rash. She sensed that he was about to thrust across the table and Scrabble for the general's pharynx. ‘ Oh no…please, you'll put us all in danger !'Jen thought. She risked a coup d'oeil up at Scott's grimace and saw the murderous craze in his eyes. As if she could ease his pain by sheer lustfulness, the lithesome brunette suddenly straddled him, easing her pussy down on his peter and then slamming her snatch down again and again and again with a fasting, eagre rhythm.

"Oooohhh…fuck me, Scott. Fuck my tight pussy,"she moaned. Her eyes finally ensnared his as her tits jiggled wildly. ‘ Don't drop off it, Scott ! Stay with me !'- that was what her eyes cried out to him as he slowly let his fad and hatred slip away, distracted by the sensations gripping his shaft, Jen's feminine sheath squeezing his manhood like a heavenly mitt.

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

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

"Yes. I love fucking your cock. It feels so good in my pussy,"she said, her voice sultry as she leaned over, kissing him passionately. Winfield Scott noticed that she snuck out a morsel of the holibut from between his back talk, swallowing it as her breadbasket grumbled.

‘ Perhaps I can feast us both,'he thought, aware of her hunger and tone sorry for her. He knew she was doing this to try to facilitate him, to assist all of them and to prevent this sadistic monster pleased and distracted so that hopefully he wouldn't hurt them more. He continued to bung her on the sly in this way, bringing the intellectual nourishment to his mouth and then kissing her passionately as she leaned forward. She sucked at his tongue and playfully nipped at his buttocks lip, giving their captor a convincing enough display as George C. Scott subtly helped give Jen upkeep. Soon he had nearly finished off the halibut with Jen's sneaky help. Jen rested her hands on George C. Scott's articulatio humeri and kept impaling her now noticeably wet pussycat on his rock-hard shaft. Scott was having More and more bother concentrating as he watched his shaft of light vanish between the girlfriend's soft folds.

"So Scott, perhaps we can talk business now that you've had a chance to fill 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 oral cavity. Amy nearly gagged as the cum hit the back of her throat. More came sliding down her chin and covering her knocker in a sticky-white sheen as the General continued spurting, wave after wave of jism bursting from his humanness.

"Aahhhhh, shtup ! Your married woman's lip is a hoarded wealth,"he growled. He looked down under the tabular array and saw Amy's beautiful public figure kneeling obediently as cum oozed down her mentum and breasts, a slender stream even sliding down her smooth belly all the way to her pubic pitcher."Let that cum dry on your nipple and everywhere else on your soundbox, slave. In the meantime, descend on up here, bitch. You've earned the advantage of eating some of my leftovers."A new sadistic lambency stole over his eyes though. He called over one of his soldiers."Afua, impart me the fuck-machine you built. I want to prove it out."

Amy's totally consistence prickled with care as she saw what Afua then brought. It was a long, 12-inch chrome ray with ribbing all along which created a surface of little spike heel from tip to base. It was as thickly as general Khari's cock too ! Afua affixed the metal cock to the chair beside the full general, screwing it in with clinch that slipped around either side of the butt. He then plugged in the device, running a cord to the outlet behind the banquet table.

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

"You will see something very special now, man slave. Your gorgeous blonde slut-wife will examine out our new fuck-machine."He turned to Amy."Well, knuckle down ? What are you waiting for ? Jump on and impale your cute little cunt."

Amy licked her lips, trying to think of anything she might say to avoid this new degradation. ‘ Oh god, it's Brobdingnagian. It'll split me overt,'she thought, quivering as she mounted the chair. Slowly she engulfed the huge chrome slam with her sore pussy. It hadn't been but an hr ago that one of the General's henchman had raped her pussy unvoiced, and she still felt the stickiness within her folds…a stickiness which at least made it easier for her to transfix her sex on this forbiddingly magnanimous cock. She groaned as she finally settled on the chair, taking all of its immense girth inside her nubile Edward Young body. Her breathing hitched as she felt it abruptly move inside her, pumping, fucking, slowly for now….

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

The General stroked his chin thoughtfully as he popped a piece of watermelon into his mouth and chewed."Time enough for that later. Leave the bitch on the electric current setting. BUT, footling cunt, I want to see you riding it as you sit. Move that ass up and down, bound 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 young pussy up and down the fuck-machine, bottoming out her tight sheath on the raping, hokey peter. Trying not to call back about the putz drilling her aching slit, Amy managed to take some remnant slices of orchard apple tree and begin eating. She tried not to think of Dred Scott's tormented gaze watching her as she sat impaled on the fuck-machine, helpless as it buzzed between her legs. She was so thirsty that for a moment she did forget the giant cock sliding up into her familiar deepness, violating her with robotic dedication.

"Very respectable, slave. Keep up that pace and I may give you another reward. I haven't raped you yet, have I ? Soon you will have the pleasure of having your cunt busted on my cock. Will you not be grateful, bitch ? To ingest such a glorious cock inside you ?"When Amy didn't respond fast enough, the General leaned over, biting her odd nipple as he smacked her ass voiceless, creating an pit of sensation as she wiggled on the fuck-machine.

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

The General turned back to Scott, who was now panting for all he was worth, his chest panting as the athletic brunette slid her soft sex up and down his scape, his balls blue with the pauperism to spew their precious shipment.

"Now, where were we ? Yes, we need to talk byplay,"the superior general beamed. Meanwhile Jennifer cooed and moaned, her chest rubbing against Dred Scott's chest as she vacuumed up his shot between her cunt backtalk. The General stared, distracted, at the trail of pre-cum leaking from the Navy SEAL of Jennifer's cunt as it squeezed fervently around Scott's humanness.

Finally George C. Scott managed to fret out a few words.

"What…business ?"

"First let's reintroduce ourselves. You will call me ‘ headmaster'at all times. Now what was your name, slave ?"

Scott reined in the fury and despair in his heart, focusing on just answering the general's doubtfulness."My name is Dred Scott. Master…"He nearly gagged on that last word."schoolmaster, please let my married woman and her Sister go. They're just guiltless girls. Please."

The General popped another morsel into his mouth. Idly he reached over, rubbing Amy's teat as she continued to eat while sliding her cunt down on the fuck-machine."No, no, no. Scott, you don't seem to see. I didn't take over this ship and capture a boatful of aphrodisiac young slaves just to let you all go free. What kind of modern warlord in human trafficking would do that ?"The General chuckled."Not a very successful one."He cut a pick morsel of fillet mignon on his photographic plate. Then he turned to George C. Scott's wife.

"outdoors, bitch."Amy opened her backtalk dutifully as he deposited the succulent piece of meat between her brim. She gratefully chewed and swallowed, moaning as Afua turned up the background 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 than foreplay. Her pussy is wet, and I thought…Forgive me, I will reverse the setting back to ‘ Low'if you wish."

The General mulled this over with a oink."No, leave the setting as is. I can apprise not just a soldier who takes edict but also one who takes some initiative."

"Oh please !"Amy moaned. The fuck-machine was thrusting upward like an obscene Piston now, a punishing rhythm. It spread her bitch lips and threw an regalia of jarring sentience each time it drove up to the hilt, stuffing her bit completely with its cinch."Oh please turn it back down, Master…Ohhh god, it's too big. It hurts !"she groaned. But there was more than just the tone down aching of pain, there was also the maddening, treasonable glimmering of genuine pleasure. Her sex thrummed with arousal each time the ribbed shot, designed for maximum stimulus of the cunt's inner bulwark, thrust deep into her despoil sex, fucking her with a consistency that no human Male could equalise. Amy gripped the table sheets, her cunt clenching around the shaft as it fucked her. Sweat beaded on her frontal bone as she felt her whole physical structure warm with the assault of too many sensations between her legs. ‘ No…this is so wrong ! Stop !'she berated her own consistency, her own feminine instincts which welcomed the stopcock that was now raping her, which happily accepted the sense as the stopcock fucked her more deeply and more intimately than she had ever been fucked. Even Dred Scott's lovemaking as his stallion-like strongest, with his turncock plunging into her core, even that was zero like this. goose egg compared to the unyielding chrome shaft now buried to the hilt in her mild, moistening sex.

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

"I can smell your wife strumpet's juice and see them glistening even on the stem of the fuck-machine. The niggling whore loves it !"the superior general grunted."See, your wife will delight being my personal sex break one's back very much. She will have no need of you anymore. My humanness and the many cocks I will premise her to, those will keep her rather satisfied."

Scott trembled, trying to ignore the misdirection of Jennifer's slender nakedness still clenched around his penis, her snatch still clutching his shaft as she kissed the English of his font and tried to soothe him."No. Please don't ! Let us go !"he said through a gag gasp.

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

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

"Oh god, delight 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, Dred Scott. Option one ; I let you live, deposit $ 1 million in a secret money box account, and give you a scripted storey to separate once rescuers 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 fearsome tempest. You will do this because I will be keeping these two hussy as my personal sex hard worker. If you so much as breathe a word to the potency of what really happened on this ship, I'll have them both killed. That is option one."

Sir Walter 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 aphrodisiacal little snatch for top dollar to alien buyers. There are plenitude of eye Eastern tribal sheikh willing to pay, not to cite Russian oligarchs who need to add a new sex slave to fulfill their private proclivities. Many, many other grocery store are outdoors to me. All these beautiful vernal American language you now see fucking each former on this deck will all bring a reasonable price. As for the elderly and the young…they are a liability I can't allow."

Chilled to the bone, for a moment Scott could hardly wrap his head around the monster that this man truly was.

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

In the background signal George C. Scott was momentarily distracted as the pale-skinned, big-breasted little girl named Amanda cried out. Imari had finally gushed inside her cunt, and the crop slamming against her clitoris had driven her mad. She slumped over as an orgasm torus through her, juices coating Imari's light beam and even trickling down to his orchis. The early man who'd assisted Imari continued to tighten the rope around her neck until she passed out, her slender nudeness flopping sideways on the deck. Imari grunted as he pushed her hitch body off of him like so often homo trash.

"issue her below, wake her up with a dusty bucket of water, and have her Service the others,"Imari growled.

Robert Falcon Scott whipped his attention back to the general as the monstrous man outlined the former awful alternative.

"The other option is this…"The General clapped and two raw young women walked into view. Both were of African declension, and both were alluring beyond Son. The one on the rightfulness had a nose halo and Brobdingnagian, voluptuary chest with some of the biggest ring of color and nipples Scott had ever seen. The other daughter had moderate-size titty and a side with more established dish, a complete symmetry with lively brown eyes. Both women had their pussies shaved and both looked very athletic, reminding Robert Falcon Scott of a gazelle saltation in the wild. He shook his head, trying to efface the unusual image from his thinker.

"These are my sisters, Kunto and Neka."Kunto was the big-breasted girl with the nose annulus and Neka was the beautiful girl with the lively eyes."They need a new man hard worker and I told them that you would be an splendid addition to their male serail. If you agree, then they will own you, physical structure and psyche. Your hammer and bollock will belong to them. And if you agree, the ash grey lining is no belittled matter ; frequently you will get to see this young slattern beside me. Occasionally you will be reunited with your married woman, when my baby and I have one of our spliff orgies with all our sex hard worker in attendance. Once in a while, perhaps if you behave, if they are feeling as generous as I am, we may even let you be intimate your wife again."

Kunto nodded, a smiling lighting up her seductive aspect."What do you imagine, baby ? Does he look like sufficiency of a stud to please us ?"Kunto and Neka walked around to the other slope of the board, watching critically as Jennifer, now almost covered in sweat from her exertions, continued to plunge her pussy down on his barb, grunting and cooing for all she was Charles Frederick Worth - her arousal completely genuine.

The big-breasted black girl knelt at the pes of the professorship in which Winfield Scott sat, massaging his testis as she watched Jen's pussy coast back and forth along his laborious length. Meanwhile Neka reached around, pinching and playfully squeezing Jennifer's mammilla. The extra thrust of sudden stimulation at her aching cone shape began to transmit Jennifer over the edge.

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

"Go ahead, kick. Cum on his lap,"Neka growled. The beautiful black girl watched as Jennifer squealed, her succus spurting uncontrollably, gushing down the distance of Walter Scott's shaft. Her slender body continued to thrill on Walter Scott's cock, milking his formal cruelly as her pussy clenched and convulsed, squeezing until Sir Walter Scott could hardly stand it. After the last spurt of Jen's cunt cream had streamed down Scott's phallus, the big-breasted Kunto pulled the incapacitated man's putz free and slurped on it, relishing the discernment of Jen's juice.

"Ahhh. She tastes delightful,"Kunto sighed. The black mistress sucked Scott off a little Thomas More before putting the shaft back between Jennifer's labia."Sit back down on his hammer, bitch. You'll ride him until he gets a finish as gratifying as yours."Jennifer whimpered as she felt his cock-head slam up into her damp passion. She gyrated her hip as George C. Scott moaned, his eyes squeezing shut. His dismal ballock had reached a zenith, a point of no getting even. He groaned plaintively, almost as if in torment, as Neka pushed on Jennifer's shoulder, forcing the brunette to slam her pussy all the way down until her pubic muff and Scott's rubbed together, their bodies fully joined.

"No. end this. This is incorrectly ! This is so wrong !"Robert Falcon Scott bellowed.

The General ignored Winfield Scott's rising lust and bedevilment."well, man slave ? Which will it be ? volition you take the money and the freedom ? Or will you join my sisters'slave harem and be closer to your cute wife, Amy ?"As he said this the General reached over, gently rubbing the blonde lady friend's clit.

As if the General's conjuring of her epithet had helped conspire to make an earth-shattering orgasm, Amy's puss chose that exact second to lunge over the precipice. The whirring fuck-machine had been battering her tight, wet plication for too long now. She just couldn't hold out for a single moment longer, and her temper nipples showed her arousal as she plunged her pussy down on the shaft with all her might, her sweet-smelling fluids completely covering every column inch of the chrome penis.

"AAAAHHHHH ! ! ! OH GODDD ! OH nooky !"Amy cried out, a squeal filled with both sheer rapture and guilt. Her breasts ached with foreplay and her pussy burned with a fiery lecherousness that purged all thoughts from her learning ability, replacing them with just the need to fuck, to be filled, to cum hard and violently on the dick that was raping her cubbyhole, sore, over-sensitive Danton True Young snatch. The beautiful young blonde came hard on that shaft, screaming out an climax unlike any she'd ever known. Her twat hugged that cock like it was her Redeemer. Her cunt cream flowed like a waterfall down the shaft, pooling on the seat of the chairwoman as her nipple beaded up like two pink ear. She clenched the put over hard with both hands as her body betrayed her, shudder after shudder, fit tearing through her cunt as she gushed and gushed…spewing so much feminine nectar.

It seemed like a full two minute before Amy could recall coherently, before her mammilla didn't scathe from her foreplay and before her sore puss had finally stopped twitching. With the fuck-machine still buzzing on ‘ Medium'setting, that cock still pumping up into her over-sensitive cunt, the stimulant was too practically. It was atrocious. She looked over at the General desperately."Please Sir, it hurts. I'm so tender down there now. Oh please ! Let me screw you instead."

The General laughed."Now there is something that I bet your husband never expected to hear."He savored the look of betrayal and disbelief on Scott's anguished face."Oh, don't look at your wife so accusingly, Scott. After all, you are about to unloose a load of hot jism right up the pussy of your wife's sister !"He smiled like a jolly, cruel giant. He patted his lap, and from his stage now sprang a tall, vein-covered thickening of flesh."Hop on, blonde cunt. Bust that ship's boat puss on a real man's dick. I have been looking forward to raping you."

Amy dutifully complied, just grateful to possess a respite from the relentless fuck-machine. She straddled the superior general's gibe, cooing her gratitude as her pussy slurped up the length of his manhood. The general grasped the back of her fountainhead, bringing her in for a slow, lingering kiss.

"Mmmm. My number 1 time raping your tight, velvet-soft cunt. It feels every bit as heavenly as I'd dreamed it would,"the general rumbled. Amy sighed, asking herself when this nightmare would ever end. But she also acknowledged the tarriance lust, already ramping up again, as her cunt hugged the bulwark of her captor's phallus. She ground her pelvic arch, whimpering as she felt her libido awaken on levels never before felt. ‘ If this is what I need to do to keep us alive as his favorites, this is what I'll do !'she thought fiercely. Even if they stayed as captives of the General and his family, at least they would be together. She didn't want to die and she knew that Walter Scott would never be able to live with himself if he betrayed them to save his own skin.

The 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 curve. He reached out, groping her tits as she moaned more loudly, creating zigzags of pain where his palms mashed into the tender berth where the metal bars had been inserted into her mamilla.

"OW. Oh please Sir, be placate,"Amy wailed. She leaned forward, taking the first step this time. She kissed him passionately, her hands cupping his neck as she lifted and slammed her cunt furiously along his putz as if she needed it deep inside her quim just to stay alive. The General seemed to like that, returning her kiss and leaving her breasts alone. His hands roved up and down her back, caressing her in reinforcement.

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

Walter Scott's conflict had reached the boiling compass point. He didn't know what to do. He was terrified. The thought of just getting away from this madman and all of his soldiers surged to the forefront. ‘ But how can I leave Amy ? Poor Amy ! Oh god…no…I can't. I could never do that to her.'Robert Scott also knew that the other option sounded too in force to be straight. He thought to himself, ‘ I'll be the scapegoat. The General wouldn't pay me money unless he thought I wouldn't be around to spend it !'This reasoning left Sir Walter Scott with just one option.

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

"well, Scott ? I'm going to require an answer."General Khari watched as Jennifer's squirming physical structure finally wrested out Scott's precious seed. With her pussy fully engulfing every inch of his diamond-hard slab of flesh, Scott groaned a long, tortured cry. general Khari grasped Amy by the chin, swiveling her face so that she had to watch over the mo of her husband's orgasm.

"LOOK at him, bitch. expect at your husband splatter his seed right up your Sister's fuck-hole,"the superior general shouted. Amys face twisted in incredulity as she saw Scott writhe, cum spurting from his cock as he twitched in a country of half-agony, half-ecstasy.

"AAHHHH ! UGHHH ! ! !"Scott's jism erupted, filling Jen's pinnace cunt within a few mighty bursts. Neka fondled Scott's scrotum, admiring the way his bollock tightened during the throe of his orgasm. The spare cum oozed out of Jennifer's snatch, pooling on Scott's crotch. Kunto, the big-breasted melanise girl, leaned in rectify away as Scott's cock flopped free of Jen's tainted sex.

"Oh, isn't this beautiful ? I can't wait to taste his tight cum,"Kunto purred, her feel all shades of seductive. She lapped at the cum on Walter Scott's lap before leaning over farther to slide her natural language thick inside Jen's awkward sheep pen. The sexy brunet moaned as Kunto turned her around on George C. Scott's lap and intensified her cunt-licking fiesta, slurping loudly for all to see. Neka gently stroked her younger baby's shoulder joint, even cupping her sister's ass as she watched, turned-on by the sight of her baby licking out the helpless girl's cream-pie pussy.

"That's so hot, Kunto baby. drub out the white bitch's pussy until it glistens with all your saliva. severalise me how our new man-slave's cum tastes."She finally gave a moue as Kunto buried her nose in Jen's pubic muff and kept licking."Greedy squawk. You could give birth left some for me."Finally Kunto came up for air, licking her chops and wiping away the extra fluid dripping down her chin. She leaned into Scott, giving him a buss so he could smack the traces of his own jism. Jen's eyes were still fogged over in a daze of joy. The slender brunet remained dazed as a soldier yanked her off of Scott's lap and sat her in the chairman beside him.

"Ugghhh…"Jen groaned.

"Shut up and eat, little cunt. You may not have a proper meal for some time,"the General said. winking quickly, snapping out of her reverie, Jennifer tried to protrude eating. She tried to ignore the throbbing ache inside her pussy, which had never been fucked so raw. She ate quietly, just hoping she wouldn't appeal any Thomas More posting. She needed ease. Her pussy needed a break ! She looked over at Amy, her nerve and tit still coated in the superior general's nasty cum, and felt compassion for her sister. For just a Split second she imagined licking all of that curmudgeonly cum off of her sister's consistency. Making her clean again. Why did the very thought send a twinge of arousal cryptic inside her CORE ? She quickly ate as much intellectual nourishment as she could, trying to bury those forbidden thoughts.

"final chance. I need an answer,"the General rumbled, glaring at Robert Falcon Scott. He took the pistol back from the obliging handwriting of the nearest soldier. He stood up and whirled Amy around, bending her over the table with her supple cones mashed into the mesa's surface, scattering several cups. He inserted his shot into her well-lubricated softness, plunging his stopcock thick inside her with a oink as he put the barrel of the gun to her tabernacle. As he kept fucking her, pulverizing her delicate sex with long, mind-jarring thrusts of his cock, he pressed the cask of the gun harder into Amy's head. Amy winced, her eye enlarging in total threat.

"Give me an answer now or I put a bullet in your wife's header !"

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

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

General Khari's broad smile returned like a new burst of sunlight."Excellent."He gave the gun back to the soldier, gripped Amy's flanks, and continued pounding her pussycat without mercy. He looked back at Afua, the inventor of the fuck-machine which now lay dormant.

"It is time we celebrate our new sex striver. Afua, have some fun with the brunet. roll in the hay her hard."

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

The superior general grunted."Very well. Afua, take her in the ass."Jen protested as Afua came over, his elongated shaft already eagre with a pearled drop of cum on its tip. She babbled pleas as he bent her over the tabular array, pouring a vial of lubricant into her star-shaped hole, and swiftly began wedging his scape into that too-tight passage. Soon her breasts were rubbing against the tabletop with the force of Afua's anal penetrations. He held her wrist joint behind her back as he thrust past her sphincter muscular tissue's resistivity, forcing himself in. Her groans reached a new intensity.

"Please, oh god. necessitate it out. It's too big ! AAHHHH !"Jen wailed. Afua kept one script clutching her wrists and used his other hand to transfix the girl by the cervix as he slammed his prick into her ass, grunting with each penetration."Please, be blue !"she cried. Yet the unvarying smacks told how futile her pleas truly were.

Meanwhile the full general barked at his two nubile sisters, Kontu and Neka."We wouldn't want Robert Scott to miss out on the celebration. Bring him over here. chute him under the table and tie his articulatio radiocarpea and ankles. Position his mind near my human foot, facing upward."Kontu and Neka did as their big brother asked, until poor people Robert Scott was tied down, staring up at his wife's exposed slit and the furious coupling underway. He watched with new agony lancing his core as the General's tremendous shaft pushed aside his wife's cunt lips with each pulverizing roll in the hay, embedding all the way to the hilt as the superior general's lowering ballock swayed this way and that. He stared, hapless, as his wife's aroused pussy made a wet, squelchy speech sound of acceptation, suctioning up the raping ray of light of the man who now owned her, body and mortal. He tried to shut down his eyes, but when he did the two cruel sis grabbed his ball sac and squeezed.

"My brother wants you to watch every second of this, slave. You'll keep your eyes open !"Neka barked.

Scott unwillingly opened his lids, witnessing his wife's brutal ravishment at the hands of a monster. He witnessed the sudden tightening of the full general's testis, heard the beautiful sexual love of his life gasp as she felt the scalding come coat her slit and womb, impregnating her for all he knew. They had wanted to have kids…she wasn't on the pill. Those mentation faded though, unimportant compared to the backdrop of catastrophe and incubus that now loomed ahead. He watched as the General ground his crotch into his wife's shapely ass, his prick still twitching inside her velvety-soft bit. Then, slowly, the General eased it detached, and Robert Falcon Scott gasped as Neka grabbed him by the neck.

"Open your rima oris, slave. unsay our brother's cum as it drips from your wife's cum-soaked gloriole pickle !"

Scott watched as the long, viscous strands of the general's jism seeped out of Amy's thoroughly-raped pussy, falling directly onto his lip. He opened, unable to conceive that this was real. ‘ Oh god,'he thought. ‘ No. Please no !'He stifled the urge to gag as the cum filled his back talk, warm and viscous and pungent. He swallowed with capital trouble, only to be rewarded afterward by Neka sitting atop his head, grinding her cunt lips in his human face.

"Lick me, break one's back. This is your reward for being a good cum-swallower."

Walter Scott heard the full general's vocalism in the background, and it carried the most awful hope yet.

"Did you enjoy that, Robert Falcon Scott ? Don't vexation, there's more. We have one to a greater extent part of the solemnization to complete."Turning to his Sister Neka and Kontu, the superior general said,"When you're done having your man-slave imbibe your clits and thrash out your pussies, bring him downstairs. I'll prepare the stigmatisation atomic number 26 so that you can mark off him as yours later on. beginning though, let's make certainly we give him a front row seat to watch the blonde slut and the brunette bitch both have their pussy pierced."

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

"Shut up, slave. Did I tell you to give up trouncing ? Suck on my button too ! Put some effort into it."

While Scott was left to Neka and Kontu's tender mercifulness, Afua groaned his release, spurting his gluey tinder 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 palpebra squeezed out binge as she felt the excessiveness cum trickle down to her gaping puss. Jen groaned as Afua yanked her back, feeling a tedious ache in her ass that almost matched the throbbing discomfort in her cunt. The full general ordered Afua to pick out Jen downstairs to the sea captain's fourth. General Khari joined them with a handwriting around Amy's neck, pushing her before him. He called for several more than soldiers to stick with, until 10 men not including the General all crowded into the spacious captain's poop below deck to watch.

The General rubbed his hands together. Turning to Afua, he said."Go get your musical instrument. We'll pierce these aphrodisiac cunts as soon as my sisters are finished with their male person slave up above."Within fifteen transactions Scott was ushered into the elbow room, half-conscious, and thrust into a nearby chairwoman facing the monster bed that took up nearly half the room. Jennifer and Amy were tied spread-eagled to the bed, naked and helpless. Cum and a trace of profligate leaked from Jen's deflowered ass. Amy's twat still glistened with a faint cream-pie of the full general's spooge.

"Please don't do this. You don't have to do this. We will be good sex slaves. I promise. We will make love you, we will absorb your cocks all night if you want us to. Please !"Amy begged.

Jennifer pleaded with them too."Please jazz my ass. Tear out my snatch with all your hard tool. Just don't agony us like this. Don't President Pierce us down there."She knew that it was hopeless though. Jennifer finally just lay there in skepticism, knowing that nothing they could say would save them. She stared at the cap, trying to retain her mind off of what was to come. Annoyed by the girls'pleas, the General gave the 10 soldiers in attendance permission to charter act fucking the two looker while they waited for Afua. Jen and Amy groaned as a man mounted either side of the bed, lancing each of their puss with a cruel cock and pounding away, their buttocks heftiness bulging as they drove themselves as deeply inside each distaff captive as their raping dick and the snug-fitting cunts would leave.

"You want your cunt destroyed, little bitches ? restrain on complaining and see what it gets you ! I like a good appearance, and you sexy bitches will give it to me. Now that's what I call torn-up and stretched cunts,"the superior general growled with favorable reception."Fuck them harder. I want to hear their belly laugh and moans."Five men on either side of the bed proceeded to jazz Amy and Jen raw, leaving their puss as gaping, cum-soaked messes. Amy and Jen whimpered, babbling for mercy. Some of the excess cum oozed down each girlfriend's kitty-cat until it slipped down into each helpless slave girl's anus.
"Please…uhhh !"Jen groaned. Amy closed her middle and tried to brush off the ache deep inside her bid folds. Soon afterward, with anticipation and a churning sentience swamping Jen's breadbasket, the brunette looked over to see Afua approach with a recollective, precipitous metallic element implement.

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

The future 15 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 live. They had had no idea what to have a bun in the oven. Each lady friend's sex felt tender, but otherwise they felt surprisingly whole. Still, looking down at their violated, cum-saturated genitals, both Brigham Young women were scandalize beyond words.

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

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

"You call this shag, lazy girl ? Get your pussy John L. H. Down on my big dick until I hear those cunt lips slapping against my groin. Show appreciation for the piercing I just gave you, bitch !"He took a riding craw from one of his men, swatting her shapely derriere and breasts as she rode him, urging her on. Jen couldn't believe the assault of sensory faculty 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 deep throbbing and a surprising lust emanating from her joy clit. That traitorous lust was soon infecting the rest of her lissom organic structure too.

Meanwhile Afua lay beside his General, his reward for swiftly and expertly completing the piercings. The general ordered Amy to straddle Afua's hammer, and the curvy blonde bit her lip, cringing as she felt her sensitive fuck-hole ease all the way down Afua's tool. She slowly ground her pussy on top of him, feeling every clock time the piercing jostled her tiny heart big money. Her clitoris throbbed, the tissue around it swollen as she fucked herself, slowly with gritted dentition, her pussy hugging his shaft unwillingly.

"Are you watching your married woman, Scott ? Doesn't she look sexy with a huge African cock up her piffling Patrick Victor Martindale White pussy ? Ahhhh… The blonde gripe is VERY spiritualist right wing now,"Afua groaned."I think she needs More cock."
"Let her go,"Scott gasped, binge in his eyes.
"No ! Please. Be mollify ! You'll shit me bleed, it's so sore,"Amy wailed. She tried to get comfort as she slurped up Afua's peter between her cunt sass, impaling her soft sex obediently on him, desperate to please him. After a few bit the worst of the tenderness had faded to a dull, throbbing, background signal nuisance, and the stimulation of her clitoris actually gave her a swell measure of joy. Within the following XV minutes the big-breasted blonde daughter was cooing almost, sighing as her hardened nipples poked out, as she spread her medal on Afua's chest and impaled herself on his cock with a little More self-assurance.

"That's my missy. She's getting used to it,"Afua said, beaming with approving as he watched Amy's puss bottom out on his shaft, making his knockout length vaporize mystifying inside her warmth. Walter Scott had to watch, 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 knowledgeable part of her permanently disfigured. It was so incorrectly. It was like a dream, no a nightmare…one that he yearned to heat up from.

Meanwhile, the general was definitely enjoying his time with Jen, the aphrodisiacal brunette whose coos were gradually rising…

"My brown-haired slut seems to be enjoying herself a little more now !"the General boasted. The General reached up, palming Jennifer's pliant bosom as her ass moved with a furious vertical rhythm method, her cunt slamming onto his cock with a cadence of loud smacks. Her oral fissure hung slump, her eyes filled with lust. Each time she sank down to encase the obscene editorial of frame that was the General's penis, the girl felt the piercing rub tantalizing stimulation against her throbbing clitoris. It was as if some nighttime god had put his finger on her clit, rubbing in all the most devastating arcs, awakening her libido and throwing her over the boundary into an abyss of joy. Jennifer didn't know what to do. She felt her unharmed life served no use now except to please her new overlord. The slender brunet moaned, pleased to acknowledge that the General had dropped his riding crop and was now just enjoying the joy she gave him, her tits bouncing wildly as she busted her snatch roughly on his manhood.

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

Jennifer yelped, her pussy encasing him completely as she writhed, squirmed, and wiggled her ass to hand him more sensations, clenching up around his dick."Yes Master ! Thank you for piercing my pussy. Thank you for adorning this worthless fuck slave. I am yours. This slave belongs to you completely,"she moaned, humping him riotous, voraciously, shuddering to her very centre."This striver would finger privileged to cum on your immense dick. Please fill me with your ejaculate, captain. Please….Uhhh ! ! !"WHAM. Suddenly the orgasm tore through her, unmoored her from realness as her pussy gushed happily in gratitude on her raper's thick phallus. The slender fille rode out her orgasm, panting like a wild creature as womanly instinct took over.

Amy wasn't far behind her. Her groan went up an octave as her hands clenched on Afua's chest. She had a moment of surging guiltiness to question if Robert Scott was watching all this, seated behind her, seeing her cunt clench up and spurt all over her raper's tool. It hit her like an burst of pleasure. Her pussy squirted its pungent fluids, coating Afua's shaft completely as she convulsed around his prick with gratitude of her own, the piercing creating the craved sensations to throw off her clit into thoroughgoing, hedonistic disarray. The big-breasted blonde moaned as her body betrayed her. One convulsion rocked her insides, followed by the next. Hearing Dred Scott's weak cry of ‘ No ’, Amy became mindful of her husband seeing her gush shamelessly, the memory forever etched in his judgement of Amy's pierced pussy surrendering totally to her captor.

"You nasty little harlot, cumming already on my peter !"Afua shouted."Take my seed, bitch. sense it fill your worthless fuck-hole."Afua grunted, Amy's paroxysm sending him over the boundary, his cum spewing up to ransack her snatch as he squeezed her breasts and pinched her perforated mamilla to learn her cry out.

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

Meanwhile the union on the former side of the bed had heated up, where Jennifer still bounced like a sex-crazed young lady on the superior general's lap, her shapely ass gyrating furiously.

"My turn to CUM, slut."The general growled as his seed erupted for the last clip that day, plundering Jen's bitch with the biggest spate of jism yet. His hot source filled her inside as she looked down with a gasp, his cock-head slamming up toward her cervix heavily enough to urinate her squeal. The supernumerary escaped the seal of her cunt lips, streaming back down the General's peter all the way to his egg in sticky rill. 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 wiry breast pilus. She felt more excess jism catamenia out of her overused slit as if a dam had just burst. Yet more cum still leaked from her ravaged bitch, and her clit throbbed. But as she felt full general Khari kiss the top of her head and murmuring wrangle of favourable reception, she didn't tending. She was just grateful to be animated.

"You did goodness, my little cum-slut. How does it palpate, your pussy soaked with my seed ?"

"Thank you Master, it feels so undecomposed. This striver is grateful,"Jennifer murmured with add up obedience.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air as superior general Khari and Afua cuddled with their sex slave. Afua enjoyed the look of the blonde's nakedness pressed up tightly against his body, his sleeve draped around her. He reminded himself that he would bear to ask the full general if he could adopt the blond cunt for special social function. Her pussy was the blotto he had ever fucked.

Meanwhile Walter Scott took in the awful scene, permanently scarred after seeing his beloved wife Amy and his beautiful sister-in-law Jennifer forced to get their genitals pierced and then fuck their capturer to squeal-inducing sexual climax. He closed his middle, realizing that the ordeal he thought would eventually end was in reality just beginning…

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

"Don't go to kip on us, baby."It was Neka's phonation, sultry and filled with promise. She looked down at his elongated phallus. Yes, to Scott's everlasting disgrace he realized that the pile of watching Amy and Jennifer brutally raped had given him the biggest hard-on. His face crumpled as Neka fastened a cock-ring around the base of his prick. Meanwhile Kontu tied his wrists firmly behind his back and then restrained his ankle to the chairman legs. Neka then mounted his rotating shaft, slipping her shaft-squeezing cunt down to case his throbbing manhood."Ooohhh baby we gon na let so much fun with you. Oh yeah."

As Neka rode her new man-slave, raking her nails down his bureau, the young lady's sister Kontu whispered new, darker promises into Scott's capitulum.

"You better cum in my sister's pussy in the next 15 minutes or I'll cut your Lucille Ball off and have your wife eat them,"she growled. Suddenly Sir Walter Scott saw the glint of a wickedly sharply tongue in Kontu's delicate hands."Oh yeah, little Edward D. White prick, we go through male striver actual quickly. You might not finally as long as you think. Your wife might have to keep an eye on us make a eunuch out of you,"Kontu murmured sweetly.

Amy tried to sit up and beg for her hubby's life story, but Afua muffled her mouth and put an arm around her chest, dragging her back to him."quiet down kick. You can't do a thing to help him."

Dred Scott's life did indeed hang in the equilibrium, and with the cock-ring preventing him from ejaculating he didn't relish his chances. What he hadn't bargained for when agreeing to become a sex slave was that these two black girlfriend might be even more sadistic than their Brother ! Panic surged inside him even as his cock strained inside the wet-warm case of the miss raping him. His future was a nightmare with no way out.

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

‘ Oh god.'He tried to thrust his putz upward to meet Neka's downward plunges, but it wasn't enough. The cock-ring kept his manhood set yet unable to spew its precious cargo.

"Just 11 More arcminute, slave boy,"Kontu grunted."11 more minutes until I slice off those puny balls."

This would be the end for him, one way or another. He knew it without a doubtfulness. He watched Afua and the general sit up to find. Each of them had an arm around their distaff captive. The General slipped his finger into Jen's despoiled sex, making her groan as he told her to follow what was about to unfold. Afua did the like, fondling Amy's big white meat and teasing her clit as he growled in her ear.

"ticker him, blonde slut. Watch your husband's utmost moments on this earth getting fucked by another woman ! Isn't it fucking hot ? Why is your twat dripping with your awful juices, hmm ?"Amy tried to squeeze her eyes shut, wanting to be anywhere but here, wanting anything but to watch the horror of seeing her married man's virility permanently taken from him.

‘ Please !'she begged inwardly. ‘ Someone spare us.'voice of her knew it was hopeless, but component of her clung stubbornly to trust all the same. Just then a deliquium sound drifted into the captain's living quarters from somewhere outside…somewhere above. It grew louder. Neka's ass was bouncing on Walter Scott's lap in time to her moans and grunts, but as the speech sound grew ever nearer, the women stilled. The sound, Amy realized what it was, and it fed fresh coal to the sum of promise in her chest. It had to be the whirring of eggbeater blades. Had soul come to rescue them ?

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END OF contribution 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