The perfect tense heaven sail had turned into a incubus. That was all Scott and Amy could think as the African pirates rounded masses up. The pleasure yacht had had nearly one hundred citizenry on board, but all were equally helpless now. The literary pirate had launched their surprise raid just after break of day, riding the sea wave on their silky skiffs. Before anyone could raise an warning signal, the armed militiamen were on the ship. It had happened so fast !

Robert Falcon Scott tried to suppose as he clutched his wife protectively. This had been Scott and Amy's 1-year-anniversary delight trip, a cruise around the continent of Africa. It was supposed to be the perfect, idyllic escapade -- almost like a second honeymoon. And now only uncertainty gripped him. Terror shone in Amy's pretty depressed oculus. Scott wished he could leave some real comforter, but he knew that any Scripture he might say would ring hollow.

The sun rose gamy, casting a beautiful ball of fire on the horizon, which Scott and Amy and the other rider could hardly take account given their electric current crisis.

"What are they going to do with us ?"Amy whispered. George C. Scott glanced at his beautiful young married woman. Amy was blonde, 25 years-old, tall and slender with large, firm breasts and a gorgeous, tanned body. Her flawless face looked up at him desperately as he put his arm around her waist.

"SSSHHH, sweetie. We'll figure a way out of this."He glanced at his wife's baseball diamond closed chain. Maybe if they bribed the literary pirate, they would let them go. Hope began to flame like an ember not quite utterly in the ashes.

Amy's younger sister, Jennifer, had also come along for the drive, hoping to find a youthful handsome man to lift up with. Jennifer stood a lilliputian ways off from them, still in shock absorber. She stood biting her lip, fidgeting constantly. The sexy young brunette was just 18-years-old, her tit low than Amy's but perfectly sculpted and firm. She was lithe too, and curt than her one-time sister. Her face was more delicate than Amy's, giving Jennifer an especially inexperienced person flavour topped with that cute, button-like nozzle.

Scott whispered to Amy."It looks like they've only taken a parcel of us up to the deck. They're keeping the old passengers and the tike below."

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

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

close to 40 people stood on the deck of the yacht now, all young men and women. The cleaning lady were beautiful and nearly of the men were fit and handsome. Dred Scott had to believe that this wasn't sheer conjunction. He counted 15 soldiers on the deck and he knew there were at least 10-15 more below.

The leader of the African sea rover was a handsome, immense, and hefty Somali with an angular face. His eyes shone with arrogance and pitilessness. It made Scott thrill. All of the plagiarizer wore ground forces fatigue duty. The lonesome difference was the badge of accolade on the pirate loss leader's breast.

The pirate leader strode forward, surveying the milling, terrified passengers.

"how-do-you-do American tourer. I am worldwide Khari. I wish to receive you to the coasts of Africa,"he shouted."You have trespassed in our waters and for that you will pay a heavy price !"The big man spread his hands in mock apology."If you cooperate fully, who knows, perhaps you may last to tell the tale. If you do not…."He let the sentence hang with pernicious promise."Well, if you do not I will not waffle to kill you or throw you over the face of this ship."

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

The man named Imari seemed to be this pirate superior general's second-in-command. He was shorter and compact than his boss, his face marred by scars on his os frontale and chin. He was ugly, but his muscular tissue were impressive and his eyes held a certain personal appeal. Imari made a gesture to some of the militiamen, who quickly formed a course in front of the frightened tourist. They aimed their weapon.

"Now, you will all obey me. You are my American English sex striver now…nothing more. The Sooner you understand this the better. Let us begin. film off your clothes. Now !"The General's lyric left all of the unseasoned American men and womanhood totally dumbfounded at first base. Yet with the prodding of ravishment rifles and pistols pointed directly at them the captives quickly obeyed, tossing aside everything - shirts, knickers, underwear, sock, and shoes.

Soon Amy and George C. Scott stood totally nude, shame painting their cheek. poor Jennifer looked so embarrassed, crossing her munition over her exposed bosom. She walked over to Amy, huddling beside her sister for comfort.

"Very in force !"the general boomed."Now I have always wanted to be a porn wiz theatre director, and this will be my debut film,"he laughed. Scott was aware of cameras being set up on the deck, and his jaw nearly hit the story.

"Each of you will pick a partner to have it off. I want you all to induce a proficient nooky appearance for the tv camera. Go ahead now. Pair up with someone."

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

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

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

"ejaculate on, speed up twat. Find a male partner."He pointed his shooting iron at Jennifer, who turned ghost-white.

"have you not picked a cock to have sex yet ? pillock squawk, you want me to shoot you ?"He aimed the weapon at Jennifer's exposed sex.

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

There was a pause as all of the tourists found a partner except for three young lady. There wasn't sexuality space-reflection symmetry.

"You three. You can sit over here and look out for now,"the full general said magnanimously. He then proceeded to have detailed orders for how his petty ‘ porn television'would play out.

"Now, all of the men will lie down. The cleaning lady will suck their turncock and get those cocks nice and intemperately. Then you sluts will go up your appointed shaft and fuck them like sex-hungry porn lead. I want you busting your cunts so hard you feel those cock-heads hitting your cervix uteri. I want you to sleep with those rooster like your aliveness depend on it, little cunt. Do you hear me ?"Khari roared. There was a break.

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

Scott lay on the deck of the ship feeling sick at what was happening to them. He looked down as Amy knelt between his legs, her fingers grasping his putz, which already had sprung to animation. Walter Scott was an Olympic skier who had a very intone consistency, with potent weapons system and branch. Yet his own fit dead body didn't even compare to Amy's ravisher. He had always considered himself the luckiest man in the creation. Amy was variety and gorgeous. She was his version of perfection, her utter judgement matched by a hone face, a gross twosome of pap, a gross ass, and a pussy that squeezed his peter like the ultimate haven.

Now, as he groaned, he tried to blank out the awful fate. Scott tried to just focus on Amy's tongue sliding up and down the length of his manhood. She slowly pumped his putz with her helping hand, helping it to arrive to life even more. Her former hand meanwhile gently fondled his testicles in that way that he absolutely loved. She slowly flicked her tongue along the head of his beam. Pumping her clenched fist harder now, she elongated her husband's cock until it stood out like an obscene, fleshy gig.

"seed on, gripe. Hurry up !"Imari growled. The General's second-in-command was even more sadistic than the superior general. He came up to Amy, pressing the cask of the gun to her cervix."Get suck. I want to see you take that dick all the way down your worthless throat !"

Amy complied, groaning as she slipped the rigid length in her oral cavity. She slowly began pumping her mouth up and down Winfield Scott's member, relishing the silky-steel texture of his rod between her brim. Her hands steadied, ribbon flattened on his hips as she continued to impale her cherubic oral cavity on his cock. She felt his cock moistening up with pre-cum as he became more excited. Scott hated himself for the response his body was betraying him with. He squeezed his centre shut.

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

As Amy sucked and cradled his calamus with her good glossa, Scott groaned louder, his clenched fist clenching. His sexy young wife sucked harder, slurping even more loudly as her hands caressed his globe. She reached one mitt underneath him, gently prodding his anal retentive opening with one finger. She knew he loved it when she did that, and his groan deepened.

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

Meanwhile he was vaguely cognisant of early defenseless couples across the width of the deck in standardised positions. Men lay helpless as their capturer instructed, while the girls sucked and slurped on their soon-to-be fully elongated peter.

He risked a glance over at Amy's younger sister, Jennifer. The teenage daughter was smothering patsy's hammer with firm, trivial pumps. The sexy brunet wasn't as experienced at this, and it showed. Her changeable movements were mitigated somewhat by soft touch's encouragement. George C. Scott wondered whether stigma had absolutely no disgrace or whether he was trying to be encouraging so that their captors would be less displeased with them and cogitate they were cooperating fully in the sadistic ‘ erotica video.'

"OOoohhh baby. Yes, you're doing so good. suck my cock just like that,"Mark grunted. He gathered Jen's hair away from her nerve, helping Jennifer pump her mouthpiece faster and deeper until she gurgled, groaning as his cock hit the dorsum of her throat.

"All right, cunts and man-slaves. It's meter to originate fucking !"General Khari growled.

Amy straddled Scott's cock, her heart gleaming with rousing as her puss slowly engulfed his penis. Robert Scott moaned, looking at her exposed sex as their consistency joined. He couldn't believe this was truly happening. His body stiffened, tense as can be. He stifled another groan, merely grunting as his naked wife began sliding up and down his distance. Her hands caressed his chest as she fucked him, her consistency moving with a arrant calendar method of birth control, a ballet of motion each sentence her snatch bottomed out on his shaft. She looked down at him with her heavy-lidded regard as if to say ‘ It's O.K.. I know none of this is your flaw. Just lie there and let me fuck you. I love you so much.'

The beautiful blonde moaned as her consistence impaled itself again and again and again on her hubby's engorged SOB. Her chest jiggled with the force of her impalements, almost mesmerizing. Scott stared at her, at the beautiful womanhood he loved. His essence nearly broke at the cerebration that he had no way to protect her -- that these cruel men could do whatever they wanted to her.

Sure enough, his care were soon realized.

Suddenly Imari came over to her, pinching Amy's nipple as he pressed the barrel of his pistol into the smooth skin just above Amy's bit.

"Is that what you lazy American cunt scream fucking ? Really bust that pussy, bitch ! Bust it now or I'll pistol-whip your husband."

fright flared in Amy's eyes to vie with the surging lust. Her hands gripped his berm, her knuckle joint egg white as she slammed her quim on his cock so hard again and again, the loud hell dust of their organic structure joining now echoing across the deck. Scott looked down, watched as her cunt plunged downward to take in every inch of his straining penis. His cock felt her cunt musculus squeeze him tightly like a velvet glove. Her breasts bounced frantically, shaking for all to see as she fucked him with a desperation she hadn't had before.

"That's more like it,"Imari grunted. He pinched Amy's right nipple once more, just for the sadistic pleasance of it, before moving on to delay on the other duo.

Maybe it was this horror-fueled fascination, but Sir Walter Scott couldn't helper himself. He glanced over to checker on Jennifer. poor people Jen. The teenage girl was gingerly straddling Mark's gigantic 9-inch phallus. His vein-bulging asshole slowly pressed between Jennifer's delicate cunt lips as she lowered herself, biting her lip and moaning.

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

"I know, baby. I'm stretch you. It's O.K.. Go as behind as you need to,"bell ringer groaned. He reached up and gently cupped Jennifer's boob, his hands sliding over her sensitive teat as she began to grind her hips, plunging her slit down his humanness. The young couple continued to fuck like that for maybe another 60 seconds. Robert Falcon Scott's eyes widened as Jennifer's facial expression grew from a look of discomfort to…to what exactly, at first he didn't greet it. Couldn't believe it.

Her side had taken on a daze of pleasure. Her brass blushed as she moaned, her pussy flying up and down gull's inflexible pole. Her center squeezed shut as her mouth fell unresolved in a wordless cry, and Walter Scott was stunned as he realized that Jennifer was having an coming !

"Oooohhh. Fuck !"Jennifer moaned. Mark's grunts reached new deepness as she writhed on his cock. Her nipples had pebbled up into hardened buds as he cupped her red-hot titty, and now he grimaced, trying to hold back his own exit.

Imari came over with a riding craw clutched in one clenched fist. He smacked it hard against chump's hands, which were still cupping Jennifer's breasts. bull's eye cried out and yank his hands away.

"No touching her, pudden-head man slave ! You just lay there !"He turned his tending to Jennifer as the sexy brunet continued to move up and down target's cock, her puss making squelchy-wet strait in the throes of her arousal."You aren't supposed to be enjoying this so much. Stupid bitch !"He smacked the riding craw across Jennifer's chest. One. Two. Three. Four swats. Jennifer squirmed and groaned, her breasts jiggling with each swat. Her puss lunged faster and harder, hugging Mark's gibe as she cried out.

"Please stop hurting me !"

Imari ignored her, slamming the crop into her beautiful new breasts, enjoying her wiggle and shout as she impaled her teenage snatch on the biggest tool she'd ever known. Jennifer's face morphed into an intriguing salmagundi of pain and pleasure. Pain surged each time the cruel craw bit into her supple strobile, yet pleasure trailed it as Mark's cock surged between her second joint, ricocheting along the walls of her snuggery passing in ways that awakened too many superstar.

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

"If you dare cum on that cock again without my permission I'll put a heater in your puss. translate ?"

Jennifer whimpered."Y-yes Sir !"

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

Scott strained to see what Imari would do next. Meanwhile Amy was moaning loudly now, her teat hardened into knock spikes as her pussy creamed up on his shaft, her juices pungent in the air. Robert Scott momentarily looked back up at his beautiful wife, her sad yet lust-tinted face sporting a wordless coo as she too went over the edge. Luckily Imari was too busy to notice, too busy to see Amy's lissom torso seize up on her married man's lap, her pussy convulsing wildly as it spewed so much of her dessert nectar.

Winfield Scott grunted, automatically gripping his wife's sexy ass cheeks as she moaned quietly, riding out the rest of her sexual climax. Her dresser heaved, her breasts bobbing up and down as she felt the last spasm of her pussy clenching around his cock, the lastly tag end of delirious joy as she coated the member of the man she loved thoroughly in her juices.

"Yes, Robert Falcon Scott. I love coming on your hard tool. Mmmm !"she sighed, leaning over to whisper in his ear. She began grunting again, sliding her now well-lubricated bit up and down, fucking herself, grunting louder as she picked up her footstep again. Her sexy ass gyrated madly. Soon she was at it again, at fully force play, fucking him like a sex-crazed maniac, knowing that to turn back might wreak unwanted attention from their capturer. Winfield Scott didn't know how much longer he could throw himself back. His testicles felt heavy, swimming with his ejaculate. The pent-up need for release would soon drive him insane if he didn't cum soon !

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

On the far side of the deck there was a busty redhead with pale skin. Her moderately facial expression was transformed with an rhapsodic moan as she squealed in the midst of a herculean orgasm. The man beneath her grunted, his all eubstance stiffening as he shot his freight deep into her dripping kitty-cat. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus collapsed in a heap on top of her devotee, their sweaty organic structure still joined with his cock nestled in her tight, damp heat. For a mo they formed the motion picture of two naked lovers, zippo more.

And then it turned into a nightmare….

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

The general's thriving vocalism rang out."stroke that redhead snatch and her swain over the side ! Let them swim with the sharks for disobeying me !"

There it was, a brutal thrill wrapping around Scott's centre as he realized how high-pitched the bet really were. This Somali general was a total, sadistic madman. They had to please him…or…he didn't want to even imagine about what might happen to them.

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

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

He felt his skin prickle as suddenly a new comportment loomed. The General himself. He had stripped out of all of his clothes, standing completely naked with a midst elongated cock that was every bit of 10 column inch. It was almost like a light gig rather than a cock. It wasn't just the length but the thickness of it.

Amy licked her brim and moaned as the full general positioned himself behind her.

"I've enjoyed watching you and your man, little blonde cunt. You've made me very, very corneous. I saw you cream up and cum on your husband's cock."He made a tsk-tsk sound."Now normally I would have Imari punish you, but this time I'll let you off easy with an ass fuck. I've always wanted to feel the interior of an American's girl's tight ass."

Amy went rigid, her eyes filling with fear. ‘ Oh no !'Scott thought. What could he do ? His mind raced, trying to think of something.

"Please, don't fuck her on that point. train the wedding ring. Our gift to you ! Just please leave her alone."

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

"No, please !"Amy whimpered. She tensed up as she felt a magnanimous head prodding at her star-shaped hole. Slowly, bit by bit, she felt that bulgy cock-head invade her raw anal porta, pressing past despite her sphincter muscles clenching up. She groaned, feeling the incredible voluminosity as her ass felt like a baseball bat had been embedded inside of it. With slow, short thrusting, superior general Khari began pumping his phallus into her sexy tush, growling as he gripped her firmly by the waist.

Dred Scott imagined Amy feeling their dueling cocks simultaneously filling her cunt and ass, the thin bulwark of tissue keeping his gibe and the horrible raper's from rubbing together.

"Now this is particular, yes. blonde slit has such a blotto ass, and it squeezes my cock so nicely ! Now keep fucking your husband. Let's get a savage regular recurrence going."Robert Scott saw tears in Amy's eyes as the blonde's breasts wobbled, her kitty pumping up and down his straining penis even as the general raped her ass.

"Let me find these lissom tits, minuscule whore. Ooooohhhh… so cushy,"the superior general groaned, his hands cupping and squeezing Amy's pitiful breasts until she cried out.

"Please, it hurts. Be gentle !"she begged. The superior general seemed to relent, dipping a hand to Amy's crotch and performing with her clit even as she fucked Scott's vein-bulging stopcock. He couldn't hold it much longer. He was about to explode. His side creased with effort. He gritted his dentition, holding back the impending blast of cum that wanted to upchuck from his rock-hard beam.

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

He had to desire that by being submissive, maybe, just maybe the General would show mercy. There were a few heartbeats of absolute little terror as he waited for the general's result. If he came without license in Amy's bit would the General have them killed just like that other brace ? concern spiked. His abdomen churned.

The General laughed, groaning as his tool prodded Amy's sore ass."Such a well-behaved young man. Very polite. Your husband is quite the match, isn't he, my little blonde cunt ?"The General punctuated his remark by pinching Amy's nipples and thrusting himself to the hilt into her over-extended anus. Amy felt something tear, groaning as hurting stabbed through her. Meanwhile Sir Walter Scott watched as Amy's cunt bottomed out on his shaft, and the pain she experienced made her squirm on his manhood, sending him over the precipice.

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

The superior general chuckled."Go ahead, man hard worker. Spew your pathetic seed in your married woman's lilliputian cunt."Scott had a bizarre instant to palpate grateful to the General as his hammer twitched inside his wife's warm, wet slit. He felt his seed erupt, exploding like a bomb as his jism spurted in wave after wave, filling up Amy's Whitney Young pussy like it never had before. Amy's moan matched his grunt as he rode out his intense climax, his cock spewing so much hot source up into her cunt that the excess flowed outward, congealing on their joined pubic muffs.

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

"You may now strip off my calamus, bitch. study it an honor."

Stifling a look of disgust, Amy smothered the Brobdingnagian, melanise node with her sass. Her cheeks rippled as she slurped loudly, trying to clean him off as quickly as possible. Winfield Scott looked up at this degrading display feeling like a summate wretch. He could do nothing but watch his married woman suck off the same peter that had just raped her virgin ass.

Finally, when the superior general was satisfied, he pulled his manhood out of Amy's mouth. farseeing drawstring of cum dangled from Amy's pretty lips, and his turncock glistened with an rich coating of the blonde girl's saliva. He turned and shouted to all of the young span, who were all still fucking desperately.

"Now listen up, American sex slaves. Your Master has good word. You may now cum ! Go ahead, man slave. Cum inside those pussies !"The General strode up and down the line, watching as each duet did as he commanded.

Scott sighed as Amy flopped forward, resting her head on his chest. Her bout wetted his pectoral muscularity as she shuddered.

"I hope the worst is over,"she whispered. Dred Scott wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight.

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

Scott tried to blot out the other terrible sounds on the deck of the ship. He risked a peek over at Jennifer. The teenage little girl was writhing on home run's dig, her house breasts aching with crave judging by the pert nipples that stood out, fully vertical. Her pussy greedily slurped up the man's shaft as she fucked on his lap. There was a trace of cum trickling down Mark's shaft just underneath the cubby sealing wax of Jennifer's incision.

Jennifer had descended into a fog of pleasance. She cooed now, rousing turning her young feminine consistence into something primal. Sir Walter Scott could hardly believe that THIS was his normally shy sister-in-law.

"Oooohh, please bed me Sir. Cum inside my pussy ! filling me up with your hot, nasty seed ! Ohhh yes. shag !"Jen squealed.

mug's hands couldn't resist. They reached up to rack Jennifer's breasts hard as the here and now of ejaculation ripped through him like a thrust sword. He felt his cum bubbling up from his leaden testicles, and then the eruption spewed. Cum blasted from the tip of his cock, his entire body wracked with shudders as he spent himself cryptic inside her teenage fuck-hole.

‘ OH god,'Walter Scott thought. ‘ What if Jennifer gets pregnant ?'Amy and Scott were quick to ingest Thomas Kyd, but poor Jennifer…. Of course in the middle of all this, that was a minor problem compared to what might happen… Scott just felt sorrowful knowing that Jennifer's futurity might never be the same. ‘ If we survive this at all,'he reminded himself.

It seemed like forever until scar stopped twitching underneath Jennifer, his cock's spasm sending a torrent of cum to despoil her teenage slit. Jennifer half-sighed, half-groaned when his shaft slipped relinquish of her mild faithful. A cream-pie of cum glistened in her exposed sex as she looked down at her messy crotch, finally recovering her common sense, realizing the enormity of what had just happened. Jennifer slid off of chump's lap. Cum trickled down her thigh. She looked over at Amy and Scott and there was this look of total disgrace.

guilty conscience weighted down her person.

The General was walking up and down the deck of cards now, watching as respective more males grunted loudly, their bodies writhing as they came. Several sexy young woman moaned as they felt their pussies filled irreversibly, wondering just like Winfield Scott had wondered -- whether this would indeed make them pregnant. There were a few of late strayer, men of less manliness who had a little more difficulty spewing their semen on instruction. But finally each beautiful youth woman had their sex sticky and dripping with hot male jism.

The new couples huddled together on the pack of cards in the wake, uncertain of what this sadistic madman might make them do next. Slowly the General swaggered back and forth, his au naturel and brawny bulk sticking out like a sore thumb with his darkened complexion.

"Well done, sex slave. I hope you enjoyed yourselves."He paused, surveying the panting Brigham Young womanhood and men."Now you'll be divided into groups. A few very lucky lady friend and maybe even a few handsome studs will be taken to my personal fourth. The rest period will be divided among my men. They will get a chance to diddle with you for the remainder of the good afternoon. Obey them completely. I've given them complete discretion on discipline…including the ultimate punishment."

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

"What is your name, little cunt ?"

"J-Jennifer."

"Slave Jennifer,"he corrected.

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

"Is this your boyfriend ?"the General asked kindly, as if he wasn't a complete monster raping an stallion ship-load of tourists.

"No Sir. I just met him."

The General rubbed his chin thoughtfully."Did anyone else come with you ?"Jennifer hesitated. Finally the truth won out.

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

The general smiled, a flash of impossibly E. B. White teeth."Very honest. You will join me in my quarters."superior general Khari turned to Amy and Scott."As will you two."

Before Scott or Amy could even protest they were dragged below deck with Jennifer. Soon they were thrust into a princely room. This must have been the captain's living quarters, judging from the plush carpeting, a gigantic bed self-aggrandizing than a king-sized mattress, and two wide sofas.

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

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

"Now I have chosen you because I enjoy cleaning woman AND men. Both are subject of exquisite peach and I like to own beautiful things."He shrugged."assignment you, I can be very jolting with my toys."He smiled again, that cold, frigid smile."Now you have been chosen to be part of my peculiar harem, so think yourself fortunate."

harem ? What ? ! Dred Scott tried to action this. His pith stopped. Amy squeezed his hired man gently, her fear flowing through their joined fingers.

"W-what ? What do you mean ?"Scott stammered. But before he knew what was even going on, the two bodyguards had wrestled him over to the bed and strapped him down face-up. He struggled to no service as they tied his radiocarpal joint and restrain his ankle joint apart. They did the Lapplander to Amy on his right field and Jennifer on his left. The bed was so tremendous that all three of the naked prisoner could be tied down spread-eagled with plenteous room.

"Now, first I like to clothe my physical object. To ca-ca them even more beautiful,"the General murmured. He motioned to Rutendo, who produced a feeding bottle of sterilizing solvent and a needle. Nuru brought out three duet of nipple cake, glinting with a silvery scintillation in the sunlight.

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

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

What followed was virginal agony as the two bodyguards, apparently used to this subroutine, pierced each of the naked confined's nipples. Tears flowed down Amy's impertinence as Rutendo affixed the bars, adorning her large breasts. Jennifer writhed and cried out as Nuru finished sliding in the bars into her pink mamilla, securing them in place.

Scott couldn't believe it as a pair of parallel bars was even inserted into his nipples, making him feel completely degraded. He closed his eyes, yearning for this all to be over.

"There, now. You three look so aphrodisiacal together,"the full general beamed."We can do the clit piercings later, yes ma'am ?"He chuckled as he approached Jennifer.

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

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

He swatted her breasts, making her shriek."You'll anticipate me ‘ Master.'Never forget !"

"OW ! Yes passe-partout ! I'm sorry, Master !"Jennifer squealed. She moaned as Nuru undid her wrist bindings and ankle railroad tie. She froze, her lithesome consistency all too aware of general Khari's looming humanness. It hung like a domestic ass's shaft, long and thick, as he nestled it between her leg. He motioned at Rutendo and Nuru.

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

"OOHHH. Such a squeamish, tight sheath for my cock. Your pussycat hungriness to be shoved wax of punishing man-meat. I can find it."He grunted as he began a punishing rhythm method, fucking her savagely, his turncock plowing into her tight kitty with unyielding force. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. Each clock time he fucked her, his ballock swung and slapped against her thighs. The cadence of her high-pitched, tortured grunts and his deeper oink filled the room like a twisted symphonic music.

Meanwhile Amy braced herself. The spread-eagled blonde could do nothing but watch Nuru, the bigger bodyguard, strip out of his wearing apparel and kneel between her sexy thighs. He rubbed her clit just to enjoy watching her wriggle. Then he readied himself, that huge bulb-shaped cock-head poised to rape her sex. He launched his dig between her legs without mercifulness, plunging in so mystifying she felt the incursion as if he was fucking through her womb. Amy's supplication to be gentle went ignored as the constant phone of fucking filled the cabin.

Between the two incapacitated girls, Scott lay there, just as helpless, tormented beyond belief. He looked to his left, saw his sister-in-law's face contorted with a miscellanea of pain and budding pleasure as the superior general's cock slammed between her cunt lip. To his right there was his beautiful, lovely Amy, the love of his spirit. Her breast wiggled each time a pulverizing thrust raped her slit completely, each meter Nuru's shaft buried itself to the hilt in the Lapplander glutinous pussy that still held some of Scott's seed.

"Oooohh nookie ! Yes ! This blonde's twat is still very mingy. Her married man's smaller prick is no match for a proper shaft. I'll shaft this bitch until she screams,"Nuru growled.

"fuck her mastermind out, my acquaintance,"the General grunted. He leaned down, stealing a passionate kiss from Jennifer, plundering her mouth as she moaned, feeling the hammer lancing her intimate deepness. Her indurate nipples rubbed against the wiry bureau whisker of the full general raping her, and she suddenly slipped her hands up to spellbind his shoulders, holding on for pricey life as his pecker hammered through her delicate slit.

"Move your ass, Slave. Let me feel your twat squeezing my shaft in gratitude,"the full general barked.

Jennifer obliged, her flexible, lithesome body gyrating with her captor as he fucked her more thoroughly than she could have ever imagined. Her breasts ached with desire, her inner snatch muscles rippled with heat. She felt a tricking of her succus flow down General Khari's shaft -- her pussy's cry of gratitude for the massive stopcock raping her, ravaging not just her fuck-hole but also her soul.

‘ What's improper with Jen ?'Sir Walter Scott wondered, aghast. He could see she was getting aroused. He could hear the damp, squelchy-moist sounds of stimulation each time the superior general's tool joined with Jen's wetness. It was appalling. Scott wanted to feel anger toward her for giving in to any color of cooperation with her own rape. Yet as George C. Scott looked down at his crotch, saw the unbending spindle of flesh sticking out from his body, he knew that he was a phony.

‘ Oh god. What's wrong with ME ?'he thought with despair. His hapless married woman was moaning loudly now, Nuru's hand gripping her neck hard, half-choking her as his dick pounded deep into her snatch.

"jump squeezing that aphrodisiac snatch around my shaft or I'll strangle you. Worthless whore !"Nuru growled.

Amy sputtered and tried to comply, wiggling her ass and giving her rapist more delight. She tried to tighten up her muscles, pushing her groin down to meet Nuru's brutal push. Each time he fucked her, she felt a tiny part of her pull away, lost forever. She closed her centre and just imagined it was Scott's rooster fucking her instead of this fell raper. She moaned and cooed, sliding her pussycat down to fill Nuru's furious thrusting.

Scott was heartbroken as he looked at his wife's predicament. But he was about to be broken in an entirely different way. The shorter bodyguard, Rutendo, approached him with a ampule of lube. He began pouring it into Scott's puckered gob.

"What are you doing ? Stop !"Scott shouted. He couldn't believe it as Rutendo slowly prodded his cock-head at George C. Scott's anus, thrusting it in until he'd buried it as far as it would go. Rutendo fucked him, raping his ass as he squirmed and cried out, looking to the ceiling as if someone might magically come along to keep him.

"NOOO ! lease it out !"he screamed, almost like a daughter. If Robert Scott had been tormented before, now he was broken. Tears lined his grimace as he looked over at Jen and Amy. ‘ No this can't be happening ! Please pour down me now, just let this end !'

Amy groaned deeply as she felt Nuru stiffen inside her. Jism pooled inscrutable inside her, Nuru's plenteous cum slowly seeping out of her pussy when the big man finally withdrew to admire his handwork.

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

Meanwhile Jennifer moaned as she galloped toward climax. Her pussy was creaming up feverishly on the general's dick. As his nut jostled back and forth her cunt gripped his shaft greedily, a velvety vice that didn't want to let go each clip he speared her thick. His big hand held her by the throat, grasping her gently enough so that she could barely take a breath as he plunged his cock into her slit with enough force-out to rock the entire bed.

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

The gorgeous brunette licked her lips, rousing coiling through her loins. She surrendered to it, welcomed it with open arms if it might economise those she loved.

"Yes lord. Fuck me so hard. buck out my slit. I love being shoved full moon of your magnificent cock. shag me please ! Fuck me senseless. Make me yell with your cock mysterious inside me."The General affectionately palmed Jennifer's tit as she wrapped her legs around his middle. Both her hands held onto the massive, shoetree trunk-like arm which still held her by the cervix.

The superior general looked over at Scott's tortured face beside him on the bed."How do you like it ? You get to get a shred of what your wife experiences when you fuck her with your intemperately shaft. It's a new and worry experience, is it not ?"The General's kind pure tone belied his sadistic words. He looked down at Scott, whose fount was so awash in hurting, his mind somewhere else in electrical shock as Rutendo continued raping him.

"AAaahhh. Almost there !"the superior general growled, looking down at Jennifer's lust-enraptured face."Go ahead, slave kick. Cum on your master key's cock. CUM for me."

Jennifer's tortured eyes flared with desire. Her slender nakedness squirmed beneath his massive human body. She cried out, her breasts jiggling as her twat spurted, soaking the general's shaft and leaving a dark soil pooling on the sheets. Jen's legs felt like jelly as the general continued to pulverize her pussy, one brutal screw after another.

At the Sami meter Rutendo erupted in Dred Scott's anus, and the stricken man was hardly cognizant of it because his mind was already blunt from the revulsion.

To the left of Robert Scott another climax approached."Here I come, fiddling bitch. drive my seed !"the full general roared. He stiffened, neck corded with muscle, his biceps bulging. He squeezed Jennifer's neck as he shot his cum recondite toward her uterus, his seed scouring her insides as she felt his hot, sticky invasion. Jennifer sagged beneath him like a rag doll, her body exhausted as she felt him return on top of her, nearly crushing her. His semi-flaccid beam of light still nestled in her twat, refusing to leave. She'd never felt so filthy.

And now she could barely breathe.

"Please master copy,"she wheezed. Her heartbeat was out of ascendance, thudding wildly as he slowly drew out of her and stepped back from the bed. Nuru and Rutendo also stepped back from their naked captives, admiring their brutal employment.

Two glistening pussycat covered with twice the cum of their former pardner made the beautiful brunette and the gorgeous blonde face almost identically tainted. Their soundbox lay completely lifeless on the huge bed, their breasts slick with sweat thanks to their captors'embrace. The General leaned over, tracing his finger through the viscous jism in Amy's cunt. She whimpered at his touch. He put it to Jennifer's sassing.

"lick it clean, slave. I want it glistening with nix but your saliva."

Jennifer obeyed, her eyes profound with debilitation and numbed from the ordeal. Then the superior general did the same with Jennifer's snatch, pushing his fingertip through her subdued folds until he'd gathered up a dollop of cum. Jennifer shivered at his touch.

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

The General turned to his bodyguard."Untie the blonde but leave the male bound."He looked at his three captive."You will expect here until I have further need of you."

Then the General turned back to his bodyguards."If you hear so much as a peep, handicap in on them. Leave the door open too."full general Khari rubbed his custody together."It will soon be dinner, and I have another surprise for all of our American sex slaves."He called in Imari."Have all of the American cunts and their men assembled on the deck in 45 minutes."

After the General had left, the welcome reprieve slowly gave two of the American language captives a opportunity to go back their saneness. Amy snuggled up to her husband, planting diffused osculation along his look.

"I'm so pitiful, Dred Scott. I'm here for you. Please, don't give up hope."She squeezed his bridge player, but it was exanimate, listless in her clench. She pressed her bleakness up against him, slipping an arm around his dresser."finale your eyes, infant. Get some sleep."

Dred Scott heaved a huge, ponderous sigh. He blinked back tears.

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

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

Amy nodded stubbornly, fighting back more bust.

"We will, sweetheart. I promise."

But how ? That was the million dollar query. All three prisoner would soon wonder, with mounting apprehensiveness, what"surprise"the superior general had in computer storage next for his ship-load of helpless American sex slaves….

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END OF office ONE. To Be Continued.

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

~gaggedKitty