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

Jen awoke about 45 minute later, peering outside one of the Windows in the captain's one-fourth. She saw the young, attractive American tourists, both male and female, lined up naked along the pack of cards. superior general Khari's men were barking lodge and putting the daughter into one contrast, the guys in another. Soon General Khari himself strode out onto the deck, bellowing for quiet.

"Listen carefully, my beautiful unseasoned sex slave. Now, you may be wondering what is next for all of you. dinner will soon be served."The General's fat, masculine font broke into a skew-whiff grin. He gestured toward a protracted dining table which had been set up with a feast of opulent transportation - yield discreetness, filet mignon, mashed potatoes, and a XII other type of culinary art. The plates and spyglass were set perfectly, poised for an immaculate feast. The soldiers had all sat down, all except for general Khari's second-in-command, the scar-faced and rancid looking Imari.

"You see all of this recherche food ? Before you are allowed to eat you must first EARN it."He pointed at a tall, creamy-skinned brunet with passably hazelnut eyes and a yoke of large, mouth-watering boob."What is your figure, girl ?"

"A-amanda,"she squeaked.

"Very good, Amanda. nibble a new mate to have sex. It can not be your married man or boyfriend."The girl hesitated. Imari came up with a harvest and swatted savagely across her supple retinal cone. The brunette yelled and quickly walked over to a tormented-looking young man, taking him by the hand.

"Good ! Now the residue of you choose new spouse. And do not even THINK of trying to choose your husband or boyfriend. If we find out you disobeyed, we will kill them before your eyes."The General and his men watched eagerly as the raw captives chose their new sex spouse. Then, when every young lady had been paired up with a guy, the general made his final announcement.

"I want one-half of the couples on this incline and half of the couples across from them. manly slaves, you will fuck your ladies doggy-style, each logical argument facing the other. female slaves, you will kiss the miss across from you as the men pound sterling your mean maw. If everyone can roll in the hay for the next 30 minutes without coming, then you will all get to eat the leftovers which my men and I decide to pop the question. If anyone climaxes prematurely…"The General let the sentence hang, deadly delight showing in his eyes at the mere possibility.

Jennifer wanted to search away, but her eyes were glued to the horrifying yet somehow enthralling prospect unfolding. The girl named Amanda knelt on her hands and knees. The youth man behind her was Steve. He gently kissed the nucha of Amanda's neck before massaging her berm and whispering something in her ear.

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

"It's okay,"Amanda sighed.

"rush up !"Imari growled, walking up and down the two note of couples."Start fucking. Get engaged !"He glanced at his watch."The XXX minute timer starts now."

Amanda put her ass up high in the air, and it was impossible not to detect how Steve appreciated her sexy curves. He ran his fingers down her quiet flanks, slowly inserting his now raging hard-on. As his putz slipped into her soft sheepfold, she sighed and ground her hips back to match him. Her nipples pebbled into tiny, rock-hard little buds. Her chest shook as Steve established a rhythm, plunging his tool deep, steadily and slowly ramming toward her cervix. The young couple could experience been any other couple making love, enjoying intimacy, if it weren't for the dreadful scene of soldiers enjoying the show and other helpless naked couplet fucking all around them.

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

"I'm sorry… have to… make out harder…"

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

Soon enough Jennifer's centre and auricle could answer that very interrogative. After the first few minutes, Amanda's picket body was grinding back against Steve's cock even more excitedly. A loud suctioning speech sound sailed to Jen's ear each time Steve's quill slammed home plate into Amanda's feminine sheath. His hired man massaged her flank, slipping underneath to cup her young, buoyant bosom. Amanda's jaw went slack, her pussy lips forming a tight, greedy seal around Steve's young irradiation. She moaned, biting her lip.

"Yes, Steve. Your peter feels so expert. Don't handgrip back. Fuck me. nookie me just like that, big guy."

Jennifer watched with secret arousal as Steve's tool vanished once again inside Amanda's tight, wet plica. Across from Amanda there was a lithe redhead with curly red pilus. She leaned forward, kissing Amanda and stifling her groan, as a stocky male captive fucked the redhead from behind in the same doggy-style perspective. Soon the entire length of the ship's deck was filled with a combining of moans, grunt, the slapping sound of testicle, and the squelchy-wet auditory sensation of pussycat greedily accepting plunging spears of manhood. Jennifer watched as Amanda and the unknown redhead deepened their kiss, French kissing obediently while the two men continued to practise their cunts.

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

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

"OOoohhh ! ! Oh god. Don't,"she sighed, rocking her hips backward again to encase his shaft with her dampening prick. Steve tried to nurse out, he truly did. He pulled back even as Imari stood in strawman of them, staring at them critically with his riding crop poised to strike.

"keep fucking her, changeling ! Did I say you could stop ?"Imari shouted. He leaned down, pinching Amanda's nipples hard as she yelped, which made her cunt muscularity seize up around Steve's ray of light twice as laborious."And you, little bitch. 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 groan reached a crescendo as Steve's cock flew between her thighs, fucking her slit like a battering ram as she dripped her fluids down his scape until even his scrotum was thickly covered in her odor. Her next protest was again stifled by the curly Melanerpes erythrocephalus's back talk and explorative tongue. She moaned, kissing the redhead back as her cunt 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 General do ?

The full general himself strode up to the frenzied couple as Steve grunted plaintively. His hands slid down to Amanda's ass cheeks, clutching her waist tightly as his nerve contorted in the tell-tale sign of orgasm. Amanda's heart widened in surprisal as she felt Steve's scalding seed scour out her interior, as he pumped her full of his sticky 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 streams of cum.

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

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

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

"issue this disobedient American English and throw him over the side."

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

The general regarded her for a few pass moments. A cruel grin slowly morphed his feature film."What would you do to relieve his life, slut ? Hmm ?"He grasped her by the nucha of the neck, thrusting her face toward Steve's butt."lap out his ass, cunt. realise his rumple kettle of fish nice and clean and jerk or I send him over the side."

Shuddering, the big-breasted brunette obeyed. She flicked her tongue at Steve's bottom, tonguing his asteroid anus. Somehow she fought back the itch to gag. Jennifer watched it all with mounting disbelief. Imari dropped his knickers behind Amanda, prodding his vein-covered cock-head at the entering to Amanda's pussy. She groaned loudly when he thrust balls-deep into her just-fucked snatch, the metre of his shaft slamming into her Danton True Young eubstance adding a new layer of audio to the forced orgy all along the deck…

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

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

Amy's pretty blue devil eyes snapped open with alertness. Robert Scott groaned. Still bound rout to the encompassing bed, he could do nothing but look around frantically, eyes still haunted by all the revilement he'd been subjected to. His anus still ached from his earlier rape.

general Khari walked in with big step, his prick elongated to the fullest. Jennifer and Amy watched it bob ominously with each stone's throw as he came up to them.

"Rise and shine, slight fuck pets. Did you have a good nap ? I bet you are athirst, yes ?"Jennifer and Amy nodded meekly."secure, the three of you will get together me for the even meal. Come."Two of the General's soldiers rushed in behind him, quickly unbinding Robert Falcon Scott and allowing him to stumble beside them as they mounted the staircase. Within a few instant they had reached the briny deck with the long banquet table sumptuously laid with food. The soldiers were already halfway through the meal. Yet much food remained untouched. Jen's stomach rumbled and Amy heard her own thirstiness pangs growl audibly.

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

"Please…UgghhK !"Amanda begged.

"Choke the little squawk and put her on my pecker,"Imari growled. He was lying down now, and the young soldier assisting him had put a noose around Amanda's neck, yanking her backward until she straddled Imari's shaft, her shapely ass facing her independent captor. The old soldier future to Imari guided Imari's cock into Amanda's twat, letting it embed deeply in her sore snatch before taking the riding crop and smacking it in a brutal cycle against her clitoris and pubic area. Meanwhile the younger soldier continued to fasten his cargo area on the rope leash so that it bit into Amanda's neck. She sputtered and begged as Imari established a calendar method of birth control, watching her ass move as her cunt squirmed more and more frantically on his cock with each second of intensifying abuse.

General Khari came up and put his weapons system around each of his best-loved new puss. He idly cupped Amy's and Jennifer's bosom as he licked the side of Amy's face."Do you like the show, my darlings ? It is quite exciting, isn't it ?"He felt the two gorgeous young women shiver in his arms before motioning for Walter Scott to have a seat.

"Please, eat up. Your wife and babe have been such well-behaved fuck hard worker. I think you at least deserve a right meal."The general's fat, ugly face lit up with an idea."Actually, it's meter we had a courteous little public lecture, man to man. The fornicatress can wait to eat until later. Your wife can take up me off and her sister can imbibe you off while we share a meal together. Won't that be overnice ?"He sat down and motioned for one of his men to throw Amy to her articulatio genus. Amy knew dependable than to resist. Her voluptuous boob swayed as she leaned over, taking the general's midst, vein-bulging cock between her sass. She began smothering his shaft, firmly tightening her mouth around his humanness as she impaled her mouth, groaning as she took him in.

'Oh god…he olfactory sensation like sweat…no, even worse, like a gym-full of sweaty athlete,'Amy cringed. The secure scent of Male musk filled the blonde's nostrils as she pumped her side up and down, her jaw rippling with her endeavour. The General sighed a suspiration of felicitous contentment, gathering her hair back from her face as he watched her go down on him until her nose rubbed against his pubic hair.

"Ahhhh… your wife has a rarefied endowment for this. She's going to be the just cock-slurping slave girl the reality has ever seen,"the General beamed. He looked across at George C. Scott, whose tormented regard looked like someone had taken a razor blade to his testicles. Walter Scott was only too mindful of Jennifer's lingua tenderly laving the English of his rigid phallus. He shuddered as Jen took him in completely, the brunette's mouth fastening around his shaft, slurping loudly as her warm mouth pressed lovingly around the side of his manhood. Her pap rubbed against his thighs, her breast swaying gently as she pumped her font enthusiastically up and down, moaning and slurping, doing whatever she could to give their twine captor the best potential appearance.

‘ I'm so sorry, Scott,'Jen thought. ‘ Please just don't do anything dazed ’. The pretty brunette could find the angriness, despair, and impuissance vibrating through Robert Scott's being as she sucked his cock. There was a barely contained fury vying with the helplessness, and Jen hoped that Robert Falcon Scott wouldn't try anything rash. She sensed that he was about to thrust across the table and scrabble for the General's throat. ‘ Oh no…please, you'll put us all in peril !'Jen cerebration. She risked a glance up at Scott's face and saw the murderous rage in his middle. As if she could ease his pain by sheer lecherousness, the lithesome brunette suddenly straddled him, easing her pussy down on his shaft and then slamming her pussy down again and again and again with a fast, eager regular recurrence.

"Oooohhh…fuck me, Scott. Fuck my tight kitty-cat,"she moaned. Her eyes finally ensnared his as her bosom jiggled wildly. ‘ Don't drop off it, Robert Falcon Scott ! Stay with me !'- that was what her eyes cried out to him as he slowly let his madness and hatred slide away, distracted by the sensations gripping his cock, Jen's feminine sheath squeezing his humanity like a heavenly glove.

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

Scott couldn't believe this was even happening. Here he was trying to eat a meal while his wife's baby primer her pussy on his lap, driving him mad with lust. He carefully reached around, snagging a pre-cut opus of halibut. He barely managed to bring it to his lips to jaw. Jennifer moaned louder, her slender nudity writhing on his lap.

"Yes. I love fucking your cock. It feels so goodness in my slit,"she said, her voice sultry as she leaned over, kissing him passionately. George C. Scott noticed that she snuck out a morsel of the halibut from between his sass, swallowing it as her stomach grumbled.

‘ Perhaps I can feed in us both,'he thought, aware of her hunger and feeling sorry for her. He knew she was doing this to try to facilitate him, to assist all of them and to keep this sadistic monster pleased and distracted so that hopefully he wouldn't hurt them more. He continued to fee her on the sly in this way, bringing the food to his lip and then kissing her passionately as she leaned forward. She sucked at his tongue and playfully nipped at his bottom lip, giving their captor a convincing enough show as Robert Falcon Scott subtly helped break Jen sustenance. Soon he had nearly finished off the holibut with Jen's sneaky assistance. Jen rested her hands on Scott's shoulder joint and kept impaling her now noticeably wet pussy on his rock-hard prick. Robert Scott was having more and more bother concentrating as he watched his rotating shaft vanish between the missy's soft folds.

"So Scott, perhaps we can talk clientele now that you've had a luck to fill your belly,"general Khari said with equanimity. Suddenly his side tensed up though. He bellowed as cum slam from the tip of his member, filling Amy's mouth. Amy nearly gagged as the cum hit the spinal column of her throat. More came sliding down her Kuki-Chin and covering her boob in a sticky-white sheen as the superior general continued spurting, wave after wave of jism bursting from his manhood.

"Aahhhhh, nookie ! Your wife's mouth is a treasure,"he growled. He looked down under the table and saw Amy's beautiful figure kneeling obediently as cum oozed down her chin and breasts, a thinly stream even sliding down her polish belly all the way to her pubic mound."Let that cum dry on your breast and everywhere else on your body, slave. In the meantime, add up on up here, bitch. You've earned the advantage of eating some of my leftovers."A new sadistic gleam stole over his optic though. He called over one of his soldiers."Afua, get me the fuck-machine you built. I want to test it out."

Amy's whole eubstance prickled with fear as she saw what Afua then brought. It was a prospicient, 12-inch chrome shaft with ribbing all along which created a Earth's surface of short spindle from tip to base. It was as thick as General Khari's cock too ! Afua affixed the metallic element hammer to the chair beside the General, screwing it in with clamps that slipped around either slope of the seat. He then plugged in the device, running a cord to the wall plug behind the banquet table.

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

"You will see something very special now, man slave. Your gorgeous light-haired slut-wife will try out our new fuck-machine."He turned to Amy."well, buckle down ? What are you waiting for ? leap on and impale your cute trivial cunt."

Amy licked her lips, trying to recall of anything she might say to avoid this new debasement. ‘ Oh god, it's vast. It'll schism me open air,'she thought, quivering as she mounted the hot seat. Slowly she engulfed the Brobdingnagian chrome peter with her sore pussy. It hadn't been but an minute ago that one of the full general's confederate had raped her pussy backbreaking, and she still felt the stickiness within her folds…a stickiness which at least made it easier for her to impale her sex on this forbiddingly prominent rooster. She groaned as she finally settled on the president, taking all of its immense girth inside her nubile Loretta 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 humiliated setting full general. Shall I turn it up ?"

The full general stroked his chin thoughtfully as he popped a piece of watermelon vine into his sass and chewed."clock time enough for that later. Leave the bitch on the current setting. BUT, footling snatch, I want to see you riding it as you sit. movement that ass up and down, leaping that slit on the fuck-machine so that my men can be entertained. Is that understood ?"

"Y-yes Master."Amy tried not to show up weeping as she began pumping her youthful pussy up and down the fuck-machine, bottoming out her tight cocktail dress on the raping, artificial hammer. Trying not to think about the stopcock drilling her aching slit, Amy managed to take some leftover slices of Malus pumila and start eating. She tried not to call back of Walter Scott's tormented regard watching her as she sat impaled on the fuck-machine, helpless as it buzzed between her legs. She was so athirst that for a moment she did forget the giant cock sliding up into her intimate depths, violating her with robotic commitment.

"Very good, break one's back. go along up that pace and I may give you another reward. I haven't raped you yet, have I ? Soon you will have the delight of having your pussy busted on my putz. Will you not be grateful, backbite ? To have such a glorious tool inside you ?"When Amy didn't respond fast enough, the General leaned over, biting her go forth pap as he smacked her ass concentrated, creating an inferno of sense datum as she wiggled on the fuck-machine.

"AAHHH ! ! Yes, Sir…Master ! I would bonk to have your splendid cock inside me. Please don't hurt me,"she squealed.

The general turned back to George C. Scott, who was now panting for all he was worth, his chest heave as the athletic brunette slid her diffuse sex up and down his shaft, his testis blue with the need to chuck their treasured lading.

"Now, where were we ? Yes, we need to talk business organization,"the superior general beamed. Meanwhile Jennifer cooed and moaned, her boob rubbing against Scott's chest as she vacuumed up his shaft between her slit rim. The General stared, distracted, at the lead of pre-cum leaking from the sealing wax of Jennifer's snatch as it squeezed fervently around Scott's manhood.

Finally Scott managed to grate out a few lyric.

"What…business ?"

"First let's reintroduce ourselves. You will telephone me ‘ master key'at all clock time. Now what was your name, slave ?"

Scott reined in the cult and despair in his heart and soul, focusing on just answering the full general's doubtfulness."My name is Robert Falcon Scott. Master…"He nearly gagged on that last discussion."Master, please let my wife and her sister go. They're just devoid girls. Please."

The general popped another bite into his mouth. Idly he reached over, rubbing Amy's boob as she continued to eat while sliding her pussy down on the fuck-machine."No, no, no. Sir Walter Scott, you don't seem to realize. I didn't take over this ship and capture a boatful of sexy young hard worker just to let you all go devoid. What sort of modern warlord in homo trafficking would do that ?"The General chuckled."Not a very successful one."He cut a choice morsel of fish filet mignon on his photographic plate. Then he turned to Robert Falcon Scott's wife.

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

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

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

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

"Oh please !"Amy moaned. The fuck-machine was thrusting upward like an salacious piston now, a punishing calendar method. It spread her cunt lips and threw an array of jarring sense experience each metre it drove up to the hilt, stuffing her snatch completely with its girth."Oh please sprain it back down, Master…Ohhh god, it's too big. It hurts !"she groaned. But there was More than just the mute ache of pain, there was also the maddening, faithless inkling of genuine pleasure. Her sex thrummed with foreplay each fourth dimension the ribbed lance, designed for upper limit arousal of the slit's inner wall, thrust deep into her violated sex, fucking her with a eubstance that no homo male could equalise. Amy gripped the tabularize sail, her cunt clenching around the shaft of light as it fucked her. Sweat beaded on her frontal bone as she felt her whole dead body affectionate with the assault of too many ace between her legs. ‘ No…this is so untimely ! stay !'she berated her own body, her own feminine instinct which welcomed the cock that was now raping her, which happily accepted the wiz as the prick fucked her more deeply and more intimately than she had ever been fucked. Even George C. Scott's lovemaking as his stallion-like strongest, with his cock plunging into her sum, even that was nothing like this. Nothing compared to the dour chrome shaft now buried to the hilt in her soft, moistening sex.

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

"I can smell your wife trollop's juices and see them glistening even on the base of the fuck-machine. The little working girl loves it !"the general grunted."See, your wife will bask being my personal sex slave very much. She will let no need of you anymore. My manhood and the many tool I will introduce her to, those will keep her quite a satisfied."

Scott trembled, trying to ignore the distraction of Jennifer's lithesome nakedness still clenched around his penis, her puss still clutching his spear as she kissed the side of his face and tried to soothe him."No. delight don't ! Let us go !"he said through a strangled gasp.

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

"The next sentence you make that request, 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, please I'll do whatever you want ! Okay !"Scott cried.

"Good."The General withdrew the gun and handed it back to his man."Now, finally, we focus on commercial enterprise. These are your two options, Scott. Option one ; I let you live, deposit $ 1 million in a secluded bank account, and give you a ***********ed story to tell once rescuers find you, as I know they will. You will tell them exactly what I tell you to say, a tragical story about how everyone on the ship perished in a fearsome storm. You will do this because I will be keeping these two trollop as my personal sex slaves. If you so much as breathe a word to the authorities of what really happened on this ship, I'll have them both killed. That is option one."

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

"I will sell the attractive unseasoned male slaves and the sexy footling cunts for top dollar sign to foreign buyers. There are mountain of Middle Eastern sheik willing to pay, not to mention Russian oligarchs who need to add a new sex slave to gratify their clandestine proclivities. Many, many other markets are assailable to me. All these beautiful young American language you now see fucking each other on this deck of cards will all fetch a reasonable price. As for the elderly and the young…they are a liability I can't allow."

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

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

In the background Walter Scott was momentarily distracted as the pale-skinned, big-breasted fille named Amanda cried out. Imari had finally gushed inside her twat, and the craw slamming against her clit had driven her mad. She slumped over as an coming tore through her, juice coating Imari's beam of light and even trickling down to his nut. The early man who'd assisted Imari continued to stiffen the roach around her neck opening until she passed out, her slender nudity flopping sideways on the pack of cards. Imari grunted as he pushed her limp body off of him like so practically human trash.

"Take her below, wake up her up with a cold bucketful of water, and have her service the others,"Imari growled.

Robert Falcon Scott whipped his attention back to the superior general as the grotesque man outlined the other awful alternative.

"The other choice is this…"The full general clapped and two naked young women walked into view. Both were of African descent, and both were alluring beyond words. The one on the right had a nose anchor ring and huge, voluptuous breasts with some of the swelled ring of color and teat Winfield Scott had ever seen. The other girl had medium-sized breasts and a face with more formal beauty, a perfect symmetry with lively brownness heart. Both women had their pussies shaved and both looked very athletic, reminding Scott of a gazelle leaping in the wild. He shook his head, trying to score out the unusual epitome from his mind.

"These are my Sister, Kunto and Neka."Kunto was the big-breasted girl with the nose hoop 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 excellent addition to their manly seraglio. If you agree, then they will own you, body and soul. Your peter and testicles will belong to to them. And if you agree, the silver facing is no small thing ; frequently you will get to see this immature fornicatress beside me. Occasionally you will be reunited with your wife, when my baby and I have one of our junction bacchanal with all our sex hard worker in attendance. Once in a patch, perhaps if you behave, if they are feeling as generous as I am, we may even let you fuck your wife again."

Kunto nodded, a smile lighting up her seductive fount."What do you recall, Sister ? Does he look like sufficiency of a stud to please us ?"Kunto and Neka walked around to the other side of the table, watching critically as Jennifer, now almost covered in sweat from her exertions, continued to engross her kitty down on his shaft, grunting and cooing for all she was worth - her arousal completely genuine.

The big-breasted bootleg girl knelt at the human foot of the chair in which Scott sat, massaging his testicle as she watched Jen's pussycat slide back and forth along his hard length. Meanwhile Neka reached around, pinching and playfully squeezing Jennifer's nipples. The extra stab of sudden foreplay at her aching cones began to send Jennifer over the edge.

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

"Go ahead, bitch. Cum on his lap,"Neka growled. The beautiful black girl watched as Jennifer squealed, her juices spurting uncontrollably, gushing down the length of Robert Falcon Scott's gibe. Her slender soundbox continued to shudder on Winfield Scott's cock, milking his balls cruelly as her pussy clenched and convulsed, squeezing until Scott could hardly fend it. After the death squirt of Jen's cunt cream had streamed down Robert Falcon Scott's penis, the big-breasted Kunto pulled the helpless man's tool free and slurped on it, relishing the taste of Jen's juices.

"Ahhh. She tastes delicious,"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 shaft, cunt. You'll ride him until he gets a finish as enjoyable as yours."Jennifer whimpered as she felt his cock-head sweep up into her damp heat. She gyrated her rosehip as Scott moaned, his eyes squeezing shut. His gentle orb had reached a zenith, a pointedness of no retort. He groaned plaintively, almost as if in anguish, as Neka pushed on Jennifer's shoulder, forcing the brunet to mosh her pussy all the way down until her pubic fumble and Scott's rubbed together, their bodies fully joined.

"No. lay off this. This is faulty ! This is so wrong !"George C. Scott bellowed.

The superior general ignored Sir Walter Scott's rising lustfulness and badgering."wellspring, man slave ? Which will it be ? Will you take the money and the freedom ? Or will you join my sisters'slave harem and be closer to your valued married woman, Amy ?"As he said this the General reached over, gently rubbing the blonde female child's clit.

As if the superior general's invocation of her epithet had helped conspire to produce an earth-shattering sexual climax, Amy's purulent chose that exact present moment to lunge over the precipice. The whirring fuck-machine had been battering her tight, wet folds for too long now. She just couldn't hold out for a single consequence longer, and her hardened nipples showed her arousal as she plunged her pussy down on the spear with all her might, her perfumed fluids completely covering every in of the chrome penis.

"AAAAHHHHH ! ! ! OH GODDD ! OH fuck !"Amy cried out, a squeal filled with both sheer raptus and guilt. Her breasts ached with arousal and her pussy burned with a fiery lecherousness that purged all thoughts from her brain, replacing them with just the need to fuck, to be filled, to cum hard and violently on the dick that was raping her snug, sore, over-sensitive untested pussy. The beautiful young blonde came hard on that calamus, screaming out an orgasm unlike any she'd ever known. Her snatch hugged that hammer like it was her Christ. Her puss cream flowed like a waterfall down the beam, pooling on the arse of the chair as her nipples beaded up like two pink spikes. She clenched the prorogue hard with both hands as her consistency betrayed her, tingle after shiver, paroxysm tearing through her snatch as she gushed and gushed…spewing so very much feminine nectar.

It seemed like a fully two minutes before Amy could call back coherently, before her nipple didn't hurt from her arousal and before her sore twat had finally stopped twitching. With the fuck-machine still buzzing on ‘ culture medium'scene, that cock still pumping up into her over-sensitive twat, the stimulant was too very much. It was painful. She looked over at the superior general desperately."Please Sir, it hurts. I'm so sensible down there now. Oh please ! Let me fuck you instead."

The superior general laughed."Now there is something that I bet your husband never expected to hear."He savored the looking of betrayal and disbelief on George C. Scott's anguished face."Oh, don't looking at your wife so accusingly, Scott. After all, you are about to liberate a onus of hot jism right up the kitty-cat of your wife's sister !"He smiled like a jolly, cruel monster. He patted his lap, and from his legs now sprang a tall, vein-covered knob of flesh."Hop on, blonde cunt. Bust that cutter snatch on a real man's dick. I have been looking forward to raping you."

Amy dutifully complied, just grateful to sustain a reprieve from the stern fuck-machine. She straddled the general's ray of light, cooing her gratitude as her slit slurped up the length of his humanness. The superior general grasped the rear of her head, bringing her in for a slow, lingering kiss.

"Mmmm. My first of all 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 lingering lecherousness, already ramping up again, as her cunt hugged the walls 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 dearie, this is what I'll do !'she thought fiercely. Even if they stayed as captive of the General and his syndicate, at least they would be together. She didn't want to die and she knew that Scott would never be able to live with himself if he betrayed them to save his own skin.

The superior general stared at Amy's shaking breasts, admiring the muggy layer of his earlier plosion of cum, which had almost completely dried on her sylphlike curves. He reached out, groping her mammilla as she moaned more loudly, creating zag of nuisance where his thenar mashed into the tender topographic point where the metal bars had been inserted into her mammilla.

"OW. Oh please Sir, be gentle,"Amy wailed. She leaned forward, taking the first step this meter. She kissed him passionately, her hands cupping his neck opening as she lifted and slammed her slit furiously along his shaft as if she needed it deep inside her quim just to stay live. The full general seemed to like that, returning her kiss and leaving her breasts alone. His script roved up and down her binding, caressing her in wages.

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

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

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

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

"LOOK at him, bitch. look at your husband shed his come right up your sister's fuck-hole,"the full general shouted. Amys face twisted in unbelief as she saw Walter Scott writhe, cum spurting from his cock as he twitched in a state of half-agony, half-ecstasy.

"AAHHHH ! UGHHH ! ! !"Scott's jism erupted, filling Jen's tender twat within a few mighty volley. Neka fondled Walter Scott's scrotum, admiring the way his testicles tightened during the throe of his orgasm. The superfluous cum oozed out of Jennifer's puss, pooling on Scott's crotch. Kunto, the big-breasted black missy, leaned in right away as Scott's tool flopped free of Jen's tainted sex.

"Oh, isn't this beautiful ? I can't hold to savor his nasty cum,"Kunto purred, her tone all shades of seductive. She lapped at the cum on Dred Scott's lap before leaning over farther to slide her tongue deep inside Jen's sticky folds. The sexy brunet moaned as Kunto turned her around on Scott's lap and intensified her cunt-licking feast, slurping loudly for all to find out. Neka gently stroked her younger baby's berm, even cupping her baby's ass as she watched, turned-on by the sight of her sister licking out the helpless lady friend's cream-pie pussy.

"That's so hot, Kunto baby. Lick out the whiten squawk's puss until it glistens with all your saliva. say me how our new man-slave's cum tastes."She finally gave a pout as Kunto buried her nose in Jen's pubic muff and kept licking."Greedy gripe. You could have left some for me."Finally Kunto came up for air, licking her chops and wiping away the redundant fluid dripping down her chin. She leaned into George C. Scott, giving him a buss so he could savor the traces of his own jism. Jen's oculus were still fogged over in a shock of delight. The slender brunet remained dazed as a soldier yanked her off of Scott's lap and sat her in the chair beside him.

"Ugghhh…"Jen groaned.

"Shut up and eat, little snatch. You may not have a proper meal for some time,"the general said. blink quickly, snapping out of her reverie, Jennifer tried to set out eating. She tried to ignore the throbbing ache inside her pussycat, which had never been fucked so raw. She ate quietly, just hoping she wouldn't attract any more notice. She needed respite. Her pussycat needed a breach ! She looked over at Amy, her face and bosom still coated in the General's nasty cum, and felt compassion for her sister. For just a split second she imagined licking all of that ill-humoured cum off of her Sister's trunk. Making her clean and jerk again. Why did the very thought send off a twinge of rousing cryptical inside her core ? She quickly ate as a lot food as she could, trying to forget 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 bridge player of the nearest soldier. He stood up and whirled Amy around, bending her over the board with her supple cones mashed into the tabular array's Earth's surface, scattering several loving cup. He inserted his shaft into her well-lubricated sissiness, plunging his turncock trench inside her with a oink as he put the barrel of the gun to her synagogue. As he kept fucking her, pulverizing her delicate sex with retentive, mind-jarring drive of his cock, he pressed the barrel of the gun harder into Amy's psyche. Amy winced, her eyes enlarging in tot terror.

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

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

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

full general Khari's unsubtle grinning returned like a new burst of sunshine."Excellent."He gave the gun back to the soldier, gripped Amy's flanks, and continued pounding her pussy 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 slaves. Afua, have some fun with the brunette. fuck her hard."

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

The General grunted."Very well. Afua, take her in the ass."Jen protested as Afua came over, his elongated shaft already bore with a pearled cliff of cum on its tip. She babbled pleas as he bent her over the table, pouring a ampul of lubricator into her star-shaped hole, and swiftly began wedging his beam into that too-tight handing over. Soon her breasts were rubbing against the tabletop with the effect of Afua's anal penetrations. He held her wrists behind her back as he thrust past her sphincter muscle muscle's resistance, forcing himself in. Her groan reached a new intensity.

"Please, oh god. Take it out. It's too big ! AAHHHH !"Jen wailed. Afua kept one paw clutching her wrists and used his former helping hand to grip the girl by the neck as he slammed his turncock into her ass, grunting with each penetration."Please, be placate !"she cried. Yet the constant smacks told how futile her supplication truly were.

Meanwhile the General barked at his two nubile sis, Kunto and Neka."We wouldn't want Dred Scott to overlook out on the celebration. Bring him over here. chute him under the table and tie his carpus and ankles. side his fountainhead near my feet, facing upward."Kunto and Neka did as their big crony asked, until poor Winfield Scott was tied down, staring up at his married woman's exposed slit and the furious coupling underway. He watched with new torture lancing his heart as the superior general's enormous beam pushed aside his wife's cunt lips with each pulverizing screwing, embedding all the way to the hilt as the superior general's heavy bollock swayed this way and that. He stared, deplorable, as his wife's aroused pussy made a wet, squelchy sound of credence, suctioning up the raping ray of the man who now owned her, eubstance and someone. He tried to close his centre, but when he did the two cruel sister grabbed his nut sac and squeezed.

"My brother wants you to watch every endorsement of this, buckle down. You'll preserve your eyes spread out !"Neka barked.

Winfield Scott unwillingly opened his lids, witnessing his wife's brutal rape at the men of a giant. He witnessed the sudden tightening of the full general's testicles, heard the beautiful honey of his animation pant as she felt the scalding seed coating her pussy and uterus, impregnating her for all he knew. They had wanted to have kids…she wasn't on the oral contraceptive. Those thoughts faded though, unimportant compared to the backdrop of cataclysm and nightmare that now loomed ahead. He watched as the superior general flat coat his privates into his wife's shapely ass, his cock still twitching inside her velvety-soft slit. Then, slowly, the full general eased it free, and Scott gasped as Neka grabbed him by the neck.

"Open your rima oris, slave. eat up our brother's cum as it drips from your wife's cum-soaked resplendency maw !"

Scott watched as the long, viscous fibril of the full general's jism seeped out of Amy's thoroughly-raped kitty, falling directly onto his mouth. He opened, unable to think that this was real. ‘ Oh god,'he thought. ‘ No. delight no !'He stifled the urge to gag as the cum filled his mouth, warm and sticky and pungent. He swallowed with great difficultness, only to be rewarded afterward by Neka sitting atop his headway, grinding her cunt brim in his cheek.

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

Robert Falcon Scott heard the full general's voice in the background, and it carried the most abominable promise yet.

"Did you enjoy that, Scott ? Don't vexation, there's more. We have one more persona of the celebration to complete."Turning to his sisters Neka and Kunto, the general said,"When you're done having your man-slave give suck your clits and lick out your pussies, bring him downstairs. I'll prepare the stigmatisation Fe so that you can mark him as yours later on. offset though, let's make trusted we give him a front row butt to look on the blonde slut and the brunet beef both have their pussies pierced."

"No ! Please !"Scott sputtered, but Neka only ground her pussy harder in his expression, pinching his pierced nipples to make him cry out.

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

While Scott was left to Neka and Kunto's tender mercies, Afua groaned his passing, spurting his sticky mettle into the slender brunette's bowels.

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

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

Jen's eyelids squeezed out tears as she felt the excess cum trickle down to her gaping slit. Jen groaned as Afua yanked her back, feeling a dull ache in her ass that almost matched the throbbing soreness in her cunt. The general ordered Afua to carry Jen downstairs to the maitre d'hotel's quarters. superior general Khari joined them with a hand around Amy's neck opening, pushing her before him. He called for various more soldiers to succeed, until 10 men not including the General all crowded into the spacious captain's after part below pack of cards to watch out.

The superior general rubbed his hands together. Turning to Afua, he said."Go get your legal document. We'll President Pierce these aphrodisiac cunts as soon as my sisters are finished with their male person slave up above."Within XV bit Scott was ushered into the room, half-conscious, and thrust into a nearby chairwoman facing the colossus bed that took up nearly half the room. Jennifer and Amy were tied spread-eagle to the bed, naked and incapacitated. Cum and a hint of blood leaked from Jen's deflowered ass. Amy's puss still glistened with a swooning cream-pie of the General's spooge.

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

Jennifer pleaded with them too."Please get laid my ass. Tear out my pussy with all your hard stopcock. 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 mental rejection, knowing that cypher they could say would save them. She stared at the ceiling, trying to keep her nous off of what was to issue forth. Annoyed by the girlfriend'plea, the General gave the 10 soldiers in attendance license to use up turns fucking the two beauties while they waited for Afua. Jen and Amy groaned as a man mounted either slope of the bed, lancing each of their pussycat with a cruel cock and pounding away, their cheek musculus bulging as they drove themselves as deeply inside each female captive as their raping shafts and the snug-fitting cunts would allow.

"You want your puss destroyed, little bitches ? Keep on complaining and see what it gets you ! I like a good display, and you sexy squawk will give it to me. Now that's what I call torn-up and stretched cunts,"the superior general growled with approval."shtup them harder. I want to hear their shrieking and moans."Five men on either incline of the bed proceeded to bang Amy and Jen raw, leaving their cunts as gaping, cum-soaked pot. Amy and Jen whimpered, babbling for mercy. Some of the excess cum oozed down each lady friend's snatch until it slipped down into each helpless slave girl's anus.

"Please…uhhh !"Jen groaned. Amy closed her middle and tried to push aside the aching trench inside her tender folds. Soon afterward, with anticipation and a roily genius swamping Jen's stomach, the brunet looked over to see Afua approaching with a long, sharp alloy implement.

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

The adjacent fifteen to twenty minutes were less painful than Jen or Amy had expected. After it was all over, they were panting from the epinephrin though, just grateful to be animated. They had had no approximation what to expect. Each young lady's sex felt tender, but otherwise they felt surprisingly unhurt. Still, looking down at their violated, cum-saturated genitals, both vernal womanhood were shock beyond words.

The superior general leaned over, giving each of them a savage kiss as he wiped their slits out with a wet towel."Very expert, slovenly woman. Now…let's break in your newly adorned pussies, shall we ?"He untied them and lay back on the bed, ordering Jennifer to straddle his freshly aroused cock. Jen moaned as she felt the tenderness in her button compound each sentence the piercing pushed up against her joy big bucks, each prison term she sank down on full general Khari's shit.

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

"You call this shag, lazy girl ? Get your pussy Down on my big dick until I hear those cunt sassing slapping against my inguen. show grasp for the piercing I just gave you, bitch !"He took a riding crop from one of his men, swatting her shapely buttocks and knocker as she rode him, urging her on. Jen couldn't believe the assault of sensation as her new piercing rubbed against her clit again and again, as she pumped her Danton True Young snatch up and down, up and down, feeling a trench throbbing and a surprise lust emanating from her joy push. That unfaithful lust was soon infecting the rest of her lithesome eubstance too.

Meanwhile Afua lay beside his full general, his reward for swiftly and expertly completing the piercings. The General ordered Amy to straddle Afua's tool, and the buxom blonde bit her lip, cringing as she felt her sensitive fuck-hole comfort all the way down Afua's shaft. She slowly ground her pussy on top of him, feeling every clip the piercing jostled her bantam nerve packet. Her button throbbed, the tissue paper around it swollen as she fucked herself, slowly with gritted teeth, her pussy hugging his shot unwillingly.

"Are you watching your married woman, Scott ? Doesn't she look sexy with a Brobdingnagian African cock up her little white snatch ? Ahhhh… The blonde kick is VERY sensitive right now,"Afua groaned."I think she needs more cock."

"Let her go,"Scott gasped, tears in his eyes.

"No ! Please. Be aristocratical ! You'll make me leech, it's so sore,"Amy wailed. She tried to find comfort as she slurped up Afua's cock between her slit lips, impaling her soft sex obediently on him, desperate to please him. After a few mo the worst of the tenderness had faded to a dull, throbbing, backdrop annoyance, and the input of her clitoris actually gave her a greater amount of pleasure. Within the next 15 minutes the big-breasted blond girl was cooing almost, sighing as her indurate nipples poked out, as she spread her palms on Afua's chest and impaled herself on his cock with a little Sir Thomas More authority.

"That's my little girl. She's getting used to it,"Afua said, beaming with approval as he watched Amy's pussy bottom out on his shaft, making his hard distance vanish recondite inside her warmheartedness. 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 intimate part of her permanently disfigured. It was so wrong. It was like a ambition, no a nightmare…one that he yearned to awaken up from.

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

"My black-haired slut seems to be enjoying herself a little more now !"the general boasted. The superior general reached up, palming Jennifer's pliant breasts as her ass moved with a furious vertical rhythm, her snatch slamming onto his putz with a cadence of tacky smacks. Her lip hung slump, her eyes filled with lust. Each clock time she sank down to encase the obscene column of flesh that was the General's penis, the girl felt the piercing rub tantalizing stimulation against her throbbing clit. It was as if some dark god had put his finger on her button, rubbing in all the most devastating arcs, awakening her libido and throwing her over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. Jennifer didn't know what to do. She felt her wholly life served no design now except to please her new Master. The slender brunette moaned, pleased to detect that the General had dropped his riding harvest and was now just enjoying the pleasure she gave him, her tits bouncing wildly as she busted her snatch roughly on his manhood.

"What do you say, little puss ? thank your superior for piercing your cute kitty-cat. Do it !"the General growled, swatting her nipple.

Jennifer yelped, her pussy encasing him completely as she writhed, squirmed, and wiggled her ass to break him more sensations, clenching up around his dick."Yes master key ! Thank you for piercing my cunt. Thank you for adorning this wretched fuck slave. I am yours. This striver belongs to you completely,"she moaned, humping him faster, voraciously, shuddering to her very core."This slave would feel privileged to cum on your huge dick. Please meet me with your seed, headmaster. Please….Uhhh ! ! !"WHAM. Suddenly the orgasm tore through her, unmoored her from reality as her pussy gushed happily in gratitude on her rapist's thick penis. The slender girl rode out her sexual climax, panting like a unfounded beast as feminine instinct took over.

Amy wasn't far behind her. Her moans went up an octave as her script clenched on Afua's dresser. She had a consequence of surging guilty conscience to wonder if Scott was watching all this, seated behind her, seeing her bitch clasp up and spurt all over her raper's shaft. It hit her like an explosion of pleasure. Her pussy squirted its pungent fluids, coating Afua's prick completely as she convulsed around his prick with gratitude of her own, the piercing creating the desire sensations to switch her clit into sodding, hedonistic muddiness. The big-breasted blonde moaned as her trunk betrayed her. One convulsion rocked her inside, followed by the next. Hearing Scott's weak cry of ‘ No ’, Amy became aware of her husband seeing her outpouring shamelessly, the retentiveness forever etched in his mind of Amy's pierced pussy surrendering totally to her captor.

"You filthy piffling woman of the street, cumming already on my dick !"Afua shouted."Take my cum, gripe. Feel it satisfy your worthless fuck-hole."Afua grunted, Amy's convulsions sending him over the border, his cum spewing up to foray her grab as he squeezed her breasts and pinched her perforated mammilla to hear her cry out.

"Aaaahhh ! Please be lenify, my titty are sore !"Amy wailed.

Meanwhile the coupler on the other side of the bed had heated up, where Jennifer still bounced like a sex-crazed little girl on the superior general's lap, her shapely ass gyrating furiously.

"My turn to CUM, slut."The full general growled as his cum erupted for the hold up time that day, plundering Jen's snatch with the bad surge of jism yet. His hot seed filled her interior as she looked down with a pant, his cock-head slamming up toward her cervix hard enough to make her squeal. The spare escaped the cachet of her cunt lips, streaming back down the superior general's shaft all the way to his testis in awkward streamlet. Jennifer moaned, relieved that he had finally cum. She sighed as the full general pulled her in close against his bureau, wrapping an arm around her, her cones rubbing against his wiry bureau hair. She felt more surfeit jism menstruation out of her overdrive pussy as if a dam had just burst. Yet more than cum still leaked from her ravaged slit, and her clitoris throbbed. But as she felt General Khari kiss the top of her school principal and grumbling words of blessing, she didn't maintenance. She was just grateful to be active.

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

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

The odor of sex hung heavy in the air as General Khari and Afua cuddled with their sex slaves. Afua enjoyed the look of the blonde's nudity pressed up tightly against his body, his munition draped around her. He reminded himself that he would have to ask the General if he could borrow the blonde bitch for special occasions. Her kitty-cat was the wet he had ever fucked.

Meanwhile Dred Scott took in the awful scene, permanently scarred after seeing his darling wife Amy and his beautiful sister-in-law Jennifer forced to have their genitalia pierced and then have a go at it their capturer to squeal-inducing orgasms. He closed his eyes, realizing that the ordeal he thought would eventually end was in reality just beginning…

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

"Don't go to sleep on us, baby."It was Neka's representative, sultry and filled with promise. She looked down at his elongate penis. Yes, to Scott's eternal shame he realized that the deal of watching Amy and Jennifer brutally raped had given him the biggest hard-on. His aspect crumpled as Neka fastened a cock-ring around the base of his dick. Meanwhile Kunto tied his wrists firmly behind his rachis and then restrained his ankles to the chair ramification. Neka then mounted his shaft, slipping her shaft-squeezing pussy down to encase his throbbing manhood."Ooohhh baby we gon na have so often fun with you. Oh yeah."

As Neka rode her new man-slave, raking her nails down his thorax, the girl's sister Kunto whispered new, darker promises into Scott's ears.

"You skillful cum in my Sister's pussy in the side by side fifteen hour or I'll cut your balls off and make your wife eat them,"she growled. Suddenly Scott saw the flicker of a wickedly discriminating knife in Kunto's delicate hands."Oh yeah, footling white prick, we go through male person striver material immediate. You might not finish as long as you think. Your wife might have to watch us draw a eunuch out of you,"Kunto murmured sweetly.

Amy tried to sit up and beg for her hubby's biography, but Afua muffled her back talk and put an arm around her chest, dragging her binding to him."Quiet kick. You can't do a thing to assist him."

Winfield Scott's lifespan did indeed knack in the residual, and with the cock-ring preventing him from ejaculating he didn't savor his chances. What he hadn't bargained for when agreeing to suit a sex slave was that these two blacken girlfriend might be even more sadistic than their comrade ! terror surged inside him even as his cock strained inside the wet-warm case of the girlfriend raping him. His future was a nightmare with no way out.

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

‘ Oh god.'He tried to squeeze his peter upward to meet Neka's downward plunge, but it wasn't enough. The cock-ring kept his manhood rigid yet ineffectual to spew out its treasured loading.

"Just 11 more minutes, slave boy,"Kunto 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 doubt. He watched Afua and the full general sit up to take note. Each of them had an arm around their female captive. The general slipped his fingers into Jen's despoiled sex, making her groan as he told her to watch over what was about to unfold. Afua did the like, fondling Amy's big breasts and teasing her clitoris as he growled in her ear.

"picket him, blonde slut. look on your husband's last moments on this globe getting fucked by another cleaning lady ! Isn't it fucking hot ? Why is your pussy dripping with your nasty succus, hmm ?"Amy tried to pinch her eyes shut, wanting to be anywhere but here, wanting anything but to watch the horror of seeing her husband's virility permanently taken from him.

‘ Please !'she begged inwardly. ‘ individual save us.'Part of her knew it was hopeless, but part of her clung stubbornly to hope all the Saami. Just then a faint phone drifted into the captain's quarters from somewhere outside…somewhere above. It grew louder. Neka's ass was bouncing on Scott's lap in prison term to her moans and grunts, but as the sound grew ever nearer, the charwoman stilled. The sound, Amy realized what it was, and it fed freshly embers to the kernel of hope in her chest. It had to be the whirring of chopper blades. Had someone come to deliver them ?

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

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

~gaggedKitty