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 second later, peering outside one of the window in the maitre d''s quarters. She saw the young, attractive American tourists, both male person and female, lined up naked along the deck. General Khari's men were barking orders and putting the girlfriend into one line, the guys in another. Soon General Khari himself strode out onto the deck, bellowing for still.

"Listen carefully, my beautiful Edward Young sex slaves. Now, you may be wondering what is next for all of you. Dinner will soon be served."The superior general's fat, masculine facial expression broke into a lopsided grin. He gestured toward a lengthy dining table which had been set up with a feast of sumptuous menu - fruit treat, fillet mignon, mashed murphy, and a dozen former types of cuisine. The plates and glasses were set perfectly, poised for an immaculate spread. The soldiers had all sat down, all except for General Khari's second-in-command, the scar-faced and saturnine looking Imari.

"You see all of this exquisite food ? Before you are allowed to eat you must first EARN it."He pointed at a improbable, creamy-skinned brunette with pretty hazel eyes and a brace of large, mouth-watering breasts."What is your public figure, girl ?"

"A-amanda,"she squeaked.

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

"Good ! Now the residuum of you choose new partners. And do not even THINK of trying to choose your husband or fellow. If we find out you disobeyed, we will kill them before your eyes."The full general and his men watched eagerly as the nude prisoner chose their new sex cooperator. Then, when every girl had been paired up with a guy, the superior general made his final annunciation.

"I want one-half of the couples on this English and half of the twosome across from them. Male slaves, you will be intimate your ladies doggy-style, each line of merchandise facing the early. female person slaves, you will kiss the missy across from you as the men pound your tight holes. If everyone can hump for the succeeding 30 minutes without coming, then you will all get to eat the leftover which my men and I decide to volunteer. If anyone climaxes prematurely…"The full general let the conviction hang, deadly delight showing in his eyes at the mere possibility.

Jennifer wanted to seem away, but her center were glued to the horrifying yet somehow fascinating scene unfolding. The missy named Amanda knelt on her work force and genu. The young man behind her was Steve. He gently kissed the nape of Amanda's neck opening before massaging her shoulders and whispering something in her ear.

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

"It's okay,"Amanda sighed.

"Hurry up !"Imari growled, walking up and down the two short letter of pair."Start fucking. Get in use !"He glanced at his watch."The thirty minute timer starts now."

Amanda put her ass up senior high in the air, and it was unacceptable not to mark how Steve appreciated her aphrodisiacal breaking ball. He ran his fingers down her shine flanks, slowly inserting his now raging hard-on. As his prick slipped into her soft folds, she sighed and ground her hips back to forgather him. Her nipples pebbled into tiny, rock-hard little buds. Her white meat shook as Steve established a rhythm, plunging his rotating shaft deep, steadily and slowly ramming toward her cervix uteri. The youth couplet could bear been any former duad making love, enjoying intimacy, if it weren't for the terrible scene of soldiers enjoying the appearance and other helpless naked twain fucking all around them.

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

"I'm sorry… have to… fuck harder…"

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

Soon enough Jennifer's eyes and ears could answer that very question. After the first few arcminute, Amanda's blanch body was grinding back against Steve's cock even more excitedly. A loudly suctioning auditory sensation sailed to Jen's capitulum each time Steve's beam of light slammed base into Amanda's feminine sheath. His paw massaged her wing, slipping underneath to cup her young, perky tits. Amanda's jaw went slump, her cunt sassing forming a tight, greedy seal around Steve's untried shaft. She moaned, biting her lip.

"Yes, Steve. Your cock feels so in effect. Don't detainment back. Fuck me. ass me just like that, big guy."

Jennifer watched with secret arousal as Steve's prick vanished once again inside Amanda's tight, wet sheep pen. Across from Amanda there was a supple redheader with curly red hair. She leaned forward, kissing Amanda and stifling her moan, as a thick male captive fucked the redheaded woodpecker from behind in the Lapplander doggy-style status. Soon the entire length of the ship's deck was filled with a combination of moans, grunt, the slapping sound of bollock, and the squelchy-wet sounds of pussies greedily accepting plunging shaft of manhood. Jennifer watched as Amanda and the unknown redhead deepened their kiss, Daniel Chester French kissing obediently while the two men continued to drill 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 disbelief, then glanced across at the man who was fucking the carrottop. 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 brunet in straw man of him.

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

"OOoohhh ! ! Oh god. Don't,"she sighed, rocking her pelvic arch backward again to encase his dick with her moistening incision. Steve tried to hold out, he truly did. He pulled back even as Imari stood in movement of them, staring at them critically with his riding crop poised to attain.

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

"But Sir, we aren't allowed,"Amanda groaned. Her plaintive moan reached a crescendo as Steve's cock flew between her thighs, fucking her scratch like a battering ram as she dripped her fluids down his barb until even his scrotum was thickly covered in her scent. Her next protestation was again stifled by the curly redhead's lips and exploratory tongue. She moaned, kissing the carrottop back as her snatch lovingly encased Steve's throbbing manhood…milking his testicles toward a out finish.

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

The General himself strode up to the frenzied dyad as Steve grunted plaintively. His hands slid down to Amanda's ass cheeks, clutching her waist tightly as his cheek contorted in the tell-tale sign of orgasm. Amanda's eyes widened in surprisal as she felt Steve's scalding seed scour out her interior, as he pumped her full moon of his viscous fluid. No Sooner had Steve finished emptying his hot cum in Amanda's slit, Imari roughly pushed him back. He glared at Amanda's gaping, exposed sex as it leaked long, weighty streams of cum.

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

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

The General grabbed Steve by the neck opening and hurtle his face into Amanda's exposed pussy."Lick up your mess, ugly American striver ! Do it now !"The General stood back, watching as Steve slurped frantically at Amanda's ravaged kitty-cat. He gobbled up all of the germ 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 star his tongue created. Now he sat back on his haunches and turned around just in time for the General to pistol-whip him. The Cy Young man sprawled unconscious on the deck, facedown.

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

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

The General regarded her for a few fleeting consequence. A cruel grinning slowly morphed his feature film."What would you do to save his animation, slut ? Hmm ?"He grasped her by the nape of the neck, thrusting her face toward Steve's target."punch out his ass, bitch. Make his knit maw nice and CLEAN or I send him over the side."

Shuddering, the big-breasted brunet obeyed. She flicked her clapper at Steve's fanny, tonguing his asteroid anus. Somehow she fought back the urge to gag. Jennifer watched it all with mounting disbelief. Imari dropped his pants behind Amanda, prodding his vein-covered cock-head at the entrance to Amanda's slit. She groaned loudly when he thrust balls-deep into her just-fucked snatch, the cadence of his cock slamming into her young organic structure adding a new layer of sound to the forced orgy all along the deck…

‘ Oh god. These guy rope are beyond animals… At least Amy, Dred Scott and I aren't up there on the deck. We seem to be the General's preferred pets or something like that. But what will he do with us ?'Jen shivered at the thought. Soon enough she heard footfall, heavy footfalls which could only be superior general Khari's stride. 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 centre snapped out-of-doors with alertness. Scott groaned. Still bound spread-eagled to the wide bed, he could do nothing but look around frantically, eyes still haunted by all the abuse he'd been subjected to. His anus still ached from his earlier colza.

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

"rise and shine, little fuck pets. Did you have a commodity nap ? I bet you are athirst, yes ?"Jennifer and Amy nodded meekly."Good, the three of you will get together me for the evening repast. Come."Two of the General's soldiers rushed in behind him, quickly unbinding Scott and allowing him to stumble beside them as they mounted the staircase. Within a few minutes they had reached the main deck with the longsighted banquet tabular array sumptuously laid with food. The soldiers were already halfway through the repast. Yet much food remained unswayed. Jen's tum rumbled and Amy heard her own thirst pangs gnarl audibly.

Jen looked back to the lady friend she'd been watching earlier, Amanda. The big-breasted, aphrodisiac, and pale-skinned new woman was now crying out for clemency. Two soldiers had come over to attend to Imari in his anguish of her. Amy and Winfield Scott turned their heads to see what had Jen's tending so impale.

"Please…UgghhK !"Amanda begged.

"Choke the little bitch and put her on my hammer,"Imari growled. He was lying down now, and the immature soldier assisting him had put a noose around Amanda's cervix, yanking her backward until she straddled Imari's peter, her shapely ass facing her main captor. The older soldier next to Imari guided Imari's cock into Amanda's slit, letting it embed deeply in her sore snatch before taking the riding crop and smacking it in a brutal rhythm method against her clit and pubic country. Meanwhile the jr. soldier continued to tighten his hold on the rope collar so that it bit into Amanda's neck opening. She sputtered and begged as Imari established a rhythm, watching her ass move as her cunt squirmed more and more frantically on his cock with each s of intensifying abuse.

full general Khari came up and put his limb around each of his favorite Cy Young pussies. He idly cupped Amy's and Jennifer's white meat as he licked the side of Amy's side."Do you like the appearance, my ducky ? It is quite energize, isn't it ?"He felt the two gorgeous Young women shiver in his blazonry before motioning for Scott to make a seat.

"Please, eat up. Your married woman and sister have been such well behaved fuck slaves. I think you at least deserve a proper meal."The General's fat, ugly face lit up with an approximation."Actually, it's metre we had a nice little public lecture, man to man. The fornicatress can waitress to eat until later. Your married woman can absorb me off and her sister can suck you off while we share a meal together. Won't that be nice ?"He sat down and motioned for one of his men to discombobulate Amy to her human knee. Amy knew better than to resist. Her voluptuous boob swayed as she leaned over, taking the General's midst, vein-bulging pecker between her lips. She began smothering his jibe, firmly tightening her backtalk around his humanness as she impaled her mouth, groaning as she took him in.

'Oh god…he smells like sweat…no, even worse, like a gym-full of sweaty jock,'Amy cringed. The strong odour of male musk filled the blonde's anterior naris as she pumped her face up and down, her jaw rippling with her elbow grease. The General sighed a sigh of happy contentment, gathering her pilus back from her fount as he watched her go down on him until her nose rubbed against his pubic hair.

"Ahhhh… your wife has a rarefied talent for this. She's going to be the best cock-slurping slave girl the humans has ever seen,"the full general beamed. He looked across at Scott, whose tormented gaze looked like someone had taken a razor blade to his orchis. Sir Walter Scott was only too mindful of Jennifer's spit tenderly laving the sides of his rigid penis. He shuddered as Jen took him in completely, the brunette's mouthpiece fastening around his peter, slurping loudly as her warm mouth pressed lovingly around the English of his humanness. Her nipples rubbed against his thighs, her white meat swaying gently as she pumped her face enthusiastically up and down, moaning and slurping, doing whatever she could to feed their misrepresented captor the unspoilt possible show.

‘ I'm so lamentable, Robert Falcon Scott,'Jen thought. ‘ Please just don't do anything stupid ’. The pretty brunette could finger the anger, despair, and weakness vibrating through Scott's being as she sucked his cock. There was a barely contained rage vying with the weakness, and Jen hoped that Scott wouldn't try anything rash. She sensed that he was about to hurl across the table and scrabble for the General's throat. ‘ Oh no…please, you'll put us all in risk !'Jen intellection. She risked a coup d'oeil up at Dred Scott's face and saw the murderous rage in his eyes. As if she could alleviate his pain in the ass by sheer lust, the lithesome brunette suddenly straddled him, easing her pussy down on his turncock and then slamming her cunt down again and again and again with a fasting, tidal bore rhythm.

"Oooohhh…fuck me, Scott. shag my crocked pussy,"she moaned. Her eyes finally ensnared his as her tits jiggled wildly. ‘ Don't lose it, Scott ! arrest with me !'- that was what her eyes cried out to him as he slowly let his craze and hatred slide away, distracted by the sensations gripping his cock, Jen's feminine sheath squeezing his manhood like a heavenly boxing glove.

The superior general's laughter boomed out."I see your married woman's sister is a very enthusiastic roll in the hay 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 sister ground her pussy on his lap, driving him mad with lust. He carefully reached around, snagging a pre-cut piece of halibut. He barely managed to bring it to his back talk to chew. Jennifer moaned louder, her slender nakedness writhing on his lap.

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

‘ Perhaps I can feed us both,'he thought, aware of her hunger and notion sorry for her. He knew she was doing this to try to help him, to avail all of them and to celebrate this sadistic giant pleased and distracted so that hopefully he wouldn't hurt them more. He continued to course her on the sly in this way, bringing the food to his mouth and then kissing her passionately as she leaned forward. She sucked at his clapper and playfully nipped at his prat lip, giving their capturer a convincing plenty show as Robert Scott subtly helped kick in Jen victuals. Soon he had nearly finished off the halibut with Jen's sneaky service. Jen rested her work force on Winfield Scott's articulatio humeri and kept impaling her now noticeably wet snatch on his rock-hard slam. Scott was having more and more hassle concentrating as he watched his shaft vanish between the lady friend's soft sheep pen.

"So Scott, perhaps we can peach business now that you've had a chance to satiate your belly,"General Khari said with equanimity. Suddenly his face tensed up though. He bellowed as cum shot from the tip of his penis, filling Amy's backtalk. Amy nearly gagged as the cum hit the spinal column of her pharynx. More came sliding down her chin and covering her breasts in a sticky-white sheen as the General continued spurting, wave after wave of jism bursting from his humanity.

"Aahhhhh, roll in the hay ! Your wife's sass is a hoarded wealth,"he growled. He looked down under the table and saw Amy's beautiful form kneeling obediently as cum oozed down her chin and breasts, a cut stream even sliding down her still belly all the way to her pubic mound."Let that cum dry on your pap and everywhere else on your body, slave. In the meantime, fall on up here, bitch. You've earned the reinforcement of eating some of my leftovers."A new sadistic gleam stole over his eyes though. He called over one of his soldiers."Afua, bring in me the fuck-machine you built. I want to try it out."

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

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

"You will see something very special now, man slave. Your gorgeous blonde slut-wife will test out our new fuck-machine."He turned to Amy."wellspring, buckle down ? What are you waiting for ? parachuting on and impale your cunning picayune cunt."

Amy licked her rim, trying to cerebrate of anything she might say to avoid this new degradation. ‘ Oh god, it's huge. It'll split me opened,'she thought, quivering as she mounted the chairman. Slowly she engulfed the huge chrome shaft with her sore pussy. It hadn't been but an hour ago that one of the full general's confederate had raped her slit 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 with child cock. She groaned as she finally settled on the chairperson, taking all of its Brobdingnagian girth inside her nubile young dead 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 miserable place setting full general. Shall I turn it up ?"

The superior general stroked his chin thoughtfully as he popped a slice of watermelon into his rima oris and chewed."metre enough for that later. Leave the bitch on the electric current background. BUT, little pussy, I want to see you riding it as you sit. Move that ass up and down, bounce that snatch on the fuck-machine so that my men can be entertained. Is that understood ?"

"Y-yes Master."Amy tried not to express rent as she began pumping her young pussy up and down the fuck-machine, bottoming out her pie-eyed sheath on the raping, artificial shaft. Trying not to think about the cock drilling her aching slit, Amy managed to hire some leftover cut of apple and start eating. She tried not to remember of Scott's tormented gaze watching her as she sat impaled on the fuck-machine, helpless as it buzzed between her wooden leg. She was so hungry that for a consequence she did block the giant cock sliding up into her intimate depth, violating her with robotic dedication.

"Very good, slave. Keep up that pace and I may give you another reward. I haven't raped you yet, have I ? Soon you will have the joy of having your cunt busted on my stopcock. Will you not be grateful, beef ? To have such a magnificent cock inside you ?"When Amy didn't respond fast enough, the General leaned over, biting her provide nipple as he smacked her ass hard, creating an nether region of sensation as she wiggled on the fuck-machine.

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

The General turned back to Scott, who was now panting for all he was worth, his chest heaving as the athletic brunette slid her soft sex up and down his barb, his balls blue with the motive to vomit their precious cargo.

"Now, where were we ? Yes, we need to talk business,"the General beamed. Meanwhile Jennifer cooed and moaned, her breast rubbing against Scott's chest as she vacuumed up his shaft between her cunt sassing. The General stared, distracted, at the trail of pre-cum leaking from the seal of Jennifer's cunt as it squeezed fervently around Scott's humanness.

Finally Walter Scott managed to grate out a few dustup.

"What…business ?"

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

Winfield Scott reined in the cult and desperation in his pith, focusing on just answering the superior general's motion."My epithet is Scott. Master…"He nearly gagged on that utmost Holy Scripture."Master, please let my wife and her babe go. They're just innocent girls. Please."

The general popped another morsel into his mouth. Idly he reached over, rubbing Amy's tits 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 understand. I didn't take over this ship and capture a boatful of sexy Young striver just to let you all go barren. What kind of modern warlord in human trafficking would do that ?"The superior general chuckled."Not a very successful one."He cut a choice morsel of filet mignon on his plate. Then he turned to Scott's married woman.

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

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

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

The General mulled this over with a grunt."No, leave the context as is. I can prize 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 raunchy piston now, a punishing musical rhythm. It spread her cunt lips and threw an array of jarring sensations each clock time it drove up to the hilt, stuffing her snatch completely with its cinch."Oh please wrick it back down, Master…Ohhh god, it's too big. It hurts !"she groaned. But there was more than just the dull ache of botheration, there was also the maddening, faithless glimmer of genuine pleasure. Her sex thrummed with arousal each time the ribbed shaft, designed for maximum stimulation of the pussy's inner rampart, poking deep into her rape sex, fucking her with a consistence that no human male person could match. Amy gripped the table tack, her cunt clenching around the cock as it fucked her. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she felt her solid body ardent with the assault of too many sensations between her legs. ‘ No…this is so wrong ! closure !'she berated her own trunk, her own feminine inherent aptitude which welcomed the cock that was now raping her, which happily accepted the esthesis as the rooster fucked her Thomas More deeply and more intimately than she had ever been fucked. Even Dred Scott's lovemaking as his stallion-like strongest, with his turncock plunging into her CORE, even that was cypher like this. zero compared to the unyielding chrome calamus now buried to the hilt in her balmy, moistening sex.

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

"I can smell your wife slut's juices and see them glistening even on the base of operations of the fuck-machine. The little whore loves it !"the General grunted."See, your married woman will enjoy being my personal sex buckle down very much. She will take in no pauperization of you anymore. My manhood and the many cocks I will introduce her to, those will observe her quite satisfied."

Scott trembled, trying to push aside the distraction of Jennifer's lithesome nakedness still clenched around his penis, her pussy still clutching his slam as she kissed the side of his fount and tried to soothe him."No. Please don't ! Let us go !"he said through a strangled pant.

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

"The next fourth dimension you make that request, I will put a heater in her. Understood ?"Amy's eyes widened as her breasts shook with the force out of her next impalement. She moaned and gave Scott a helpless, terrified look.

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

"Good."The superior general withdrew the gun and handed it back to his man."Now, finally, we focus on commercial enterprise. These are your two alternative, George C. Scott. Option one ; I let you live, deposit $ 1 million in a secret bank history, and render you a ***********ed chronicle to order once rescuers find you, as I know they will. You will differentiate them exactly what I tell you to say, a tragic story about how everyone on the ship perished in a painful violent storm. You will do this because I will be keeping these two adulteress as my personal sex slaves. If you so much as breathe a Son to the authorities of what really happened on this ship, I'll have them both killed. That is pick one."

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

"I will sell the attractive young male slaves and the sexy little pussy for top dollar to alien buyers. There are pile of Middle Eastern tribal sheik willing to pay, not to refer Russian oligarchs who need to add a new sex slave to satisfy their undercover proclivity. Many, many early market place are open to me. All these beautiful young American you now see fucking each other on this deck will all bring in a reasonable price. As for the elderly and the young…they are a financial obligation I can't allow."

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

"And what…what is pick two, Master ?"He carefully tacked on ‘ master'even though it made gall rise up in his throat.

In the background Scott was momentarily distracted as the pale-skinned, big-breasted girl named Amanda cried out. Imari had finally gushed inside her twat, and the harvest slamming against her clitoris had driven her mad. She slumped over as an sexual climax torus through her, juice coating Imari's shaft and even trickling down to his testicles. The other man who'd assisted Imari continued to tighten the rope around her cervix until she passed out, her slender nudeness flopping sideways on the deck of cards. Imari grunted as he pushed her limp body off of him like so much human trash.

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

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

"The former option is this…"The general clapped and two nude Lester Willis Young char walked into scene. Both were of African stemma, and both were alluring beyond row. The one on the right had a poke ring and huge, voluptuous breasts with some of the biggest areola and nipples Scott had ever seen. The other girl had medium-sized breasts and a face with more conventional beauty, a unadulterated symmetricalness with lively brown eyes. Both women had their pussies shaved and both looked very athletic, reminding Scott of a gazelle bounce in the natural state. He shook his head word, trying to erase the foreign image from his mind.

"These are my sis, Kunto and Neka."Kunto was the big-breasted little girl with the nose gang and Neka was the beautiful girl with the vital eyes."They need a new man striver and I told them that you would be an fantabulous add-on to their male seraglio. If you agree, then they will own you, body and psyche. Your rooster and testicles will belong to them. And if you agree, the silver lining is no minuscule thing ; frequently you will get to see this immature jade beside me. Occasionally you will be reunited with your wife, when my sisters and I have one of our joint orgies with all our sex slaves in attendance. Once in a while, 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 face."What do you conceive, sis ? Does he look like sufficiency of a he-man to please us ?"Kunto and Neka walked around to the former side of the board, watching critically as Jennifer, now almost covered in sweat from her exertions, continued to immerse her pussy down on his shaft, grunting and cooing for all she was worth - her rousing completely genuine.

The big-breasted bootleg girlfriend knelt at the foot of the chair in which Scott sat, massaging his bollock as she watched Jen's purulent sliding board back and Forth along his unvoiced duration. Meanwhile Neka reached around, pinching and playfully squeezing Jennifer's tit. The superfluous shot of sudden stimulant at her aching cone cell began to station Jennifer over the bound.

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

"Go ahead, squawk. Cum on his lap,"Neka growled. The beautiful blackamoor young lady watched as Jennifer squealed, her juices spurting uncontrollably, gushing down the distance of Robert Falcon Scott's shaft. Her slender body continued to throb on Walter Scott's cock, milking his balls cruelly as her pussy clenched and convulsed, squeezing until Dred Scott could hardly stand it. After the last spurt of Jen's bitch cream had streamed down Dred Scott's member, the big-breasted Kunto pulled the incapacitated man's cock costless and slurped on it, relishing the taste of Jen's juice.

"Ahhh. She tastes delectable,"Kunto sighed. The calamitous schoolma'am sucked Dred Scott off a little more before putting the shaft of light back between Jennifer's labia."Sit back down on his cock, bitch. You'll ride him until he gets a finish as pleasurable as yours."Jennifer whimpered as she felt his cock-head barb up into her dull heating plant. She gyrated her rose hip as Robert Falcon Scott moaned, his eyes squeezing shut. His blue egg had reached a zenith, a tip of no restitution. He groaned plaintively, almost as if in anguish, as Neka pushed on Jennifer's shoulder, forcing the brunette to bang her pussy all the way down until her pubic fumble and Winfield Scott's rubbed together, their body fully joined.

"No. Stop this. This is wrong ! This is so improper !"Scott bellowed.

The full general ignored Scott's rising lust and worrying."fountainhead, man slave ? Which will it be ? testament you take the money and the freedom ? Or will you connect my sis'slave harem and be secretive to your precious married woman, Amy ?"As he said this the General reached over, gently rubbing the blond girl's clit.

As if the General's invocation of her public figure had helped conspire to make an earth-shattering orgasm, Amy's pussy chose that exact 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 undivided moment yearner, and her treated nipples showed her rousing as she plunged her pussy down on the barb with all her might, her sweet-smelling fluids completely covering every inch of the chrome penis.

"AAAAHHHHH ! ! ! OH GODDD ! OH FUCK !"Amy cried out, a squeal filled with both sheer transport and guilty conscience. Her breasts ached with foreplay and her pussy burned with a fiery lust that purged all thoughts from her brainpower, replacing them with just the need to fuck, to be filled, to cum difficult and violently on the stopcock that was raping her cubbyhole, sore, over-sensitive young snatch. The beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. blonde came hard on that prick, screaming out an orgasm unlike any she'd ever known. Her pussy hugged that pecker like it was her savior. Her cunt cream flowed like a waterfall down the barb, pooling on the tail of the chair as her mamilla beaded up like two pink spikes. She clenched the tabular array hard with both hands as her torso betrayed her, tremor after shudder, paroxysm tearing through her cunt as she gushed and gushed…spewing so much feminine nectar.

It seemed like a full two arcminute before Amy could think coherently, before her nipples didn't hurt from her arousal and before her sore pussy had finally stopped twitching. With the fuck-machine still buzzing on ‘ spiritualist'scene, that stopcock still pumping up into her over-sensitive cunt, the stimulation was too much. It was painful. She looked over at the superior general desperately."Please Sir, it hurts. I'm so tender down there now. Oh please ! Let me fuck you instead."

The General laughed."Now there is something that I bet your husband never expected to hear."He savored the look of betrayal and disbelief on Sir Walter Scott's anguished expression."Oh, don't look at your married woman so accusingly, Scott. After all, you are about to release a load of hot jism right up the pussy of your wife's sis !"He smiled like a jolly, cruel giant. He patted his lap, and from his legs now sprang a grandiloquent, vein-covered knob of form."Hop on, blonde snatch. binge that tender twat on a very man's gumshoe. I have been looking forward to raping you."

Amy dutifully complied, just grateful to have a reprieve from the relentless fuck-machine. She straddled the general's shaft, cooing her gratitude as her pussy slurped up the duration of his manhood. The superior general grasped the vertebral column of her school principal, bringing her in for a slow up, lingering kiss.

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

The General stared at Amy's shaking boob, admiring the sticky layer of his earlier blowup of cum, which had almost completely dried on her sylphlike curves. He reached out, groping her tit as she moaned more loudly, creating zigzags of pain where his palms mashed into the bid smear where the metallic element bars had been inserted into her nipples.

"OW. Oh please Sir, be gentle,"Amy wailed. She leaned forward, taking the initiative this prison term. She kissed him passionately, her hands cupping his neck as she lifted and slammed her pussy furiously along his gibe as if she needed it deep inside her quim just to stick around alive. The General seemed to like that, returning her buss and leaving her boob alone. His hands roved up and down her book binding, caressing her in reward.

"Mmmm…this Whitney Young snatch is learning. Your wife will be a very well-trained fuckpet. You will see for yourself, Scott - if you choose to get my sisters'property."

Scott's conflict had reached the boiling point. He didn't know what to do. He was terrified. The thought of just getting away from this maniac and all of his soldiers surged to the head. ‘ But how can I provide Amy ? Poor Amy ! Oh god…no…I can't. I could never do that to her.'Scott also knew that the former pick sounded too good to be true. He thought to himself, ‘ I'll be the whipping boy. The superior general wouldn't pay me money unless he thought I wouldn't be around to spend it !'This reasoning left Scott with just one choice.

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

"well, Scott ? I'm going to need an answer."General Khari watched as Jennifer's squirming torso finally wrested out Scott's precious seed. With her kitty fully engulfing every column inch of his diamond-hard slab of soma, Scott groaned a recollective, tortured cry. full general Khari grasped Amy by the chin, swiveling her face so that she had to look on the moment of her hubby's orgasm.

"LOOK at him, bitch. await at your husband slop his seeded player right up your babe's fuck-hole,"the General shouted. Amys face twisted in skepticism as she saw Scott writhe, cum spurting from his prick as he twitched in a nation of half-agony, half-ecstasy.

"AAHHHH ! UGHHH ! ! !"Robert Falcon Scott's jism erupted, filling Jen's tender puss within a few mighty fusillade. Neka fondled Scott's scrotum, admiring the way his orchis tightened during the throes of his orgasm. The extra cum oozed out of Jennifer's puss, pooling on Robert Falcon Scott's genital organ. Kunto, the big-breasted black girl, leaned in right-hand away as Scott's shaft flopped liberal of Jen's tainted sex.

"Oh, isn't this beautiful ? I can't delay to smack his nasty cum,"Kunto purred, her tone all shades of seductive. She lapped at the cum on Scott's lap before leaning over farther to slither her tongue deep inside Jen's mucilaginous folds. The sexy brunette moaned as Kunto turned her around on George C. Scott's lap and intensified her cunt-licking feast, slurping loudly for all to hear. Neka gently stroked her new sister's shoulder, even cupping her baby's ass as she watched, turned-on by the spate of her sister licking out the helpless young woman's cream-pie cunt.

"That's so hot, Kunto babe. Lick out the white cunt's snatch until it glistens with all your saliva. Tell 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 bitch. You could deliver left some for me."Finally Kunto came up for air, licking her chop shot and wiping away the supererogatory fluid dripping down her Chin. She leaned into Walter Scott, giving him a osculation so he could taste the hint of his own jism. Jen's eyes were still fogged over in a daze of pleasure. The slender brunette remained dazed as a soldier yanked her off of Scott's lap and sat her in the chair beside him.

"Ugghhh…"Jen groaned.

"Shut up and eat, little twat. You may not own a proper meal for some metre,"the full general said. Blinking quickly, snapping out of her daydreaming, Jennifer tried to start eating. She tried to cut the throbbing ache inside her pussy, which had never been fucked so raw. She ate quietly, just hoping she wouldn't appeal any more than notice. She needed sleep. Her pussy needed a geological fault ! She looked over at Amy, her face and chest still coated in the general's nasty cum, and felt compassionateness for her babe. For just a Split second she imagined licking all of that crustlike cum off of her sister's body. Making her clean again. Why did the very thought send a stab of rousing deep inside her meat ? She quickly ate as a lot intellectual nourishment as she could, trying to forget those nix thoughts.

"Final probability. I need an solvent,"the full general rumbled, glaring at Scott. He took the pistol back from the obliging hired man of the nearest soldier. He stood up and whirled Amy around, bending her over the table with her lithesome cones mashed into the table's surface, scattering various cups. He inserted his cock into her well-lubricated softness, plunging his dick rich inside her with a grunt as he put the barrel of the gun to her temple. As he kept fucking her, pulverizing her delicate sex with recollective, mind-jarring jabbing of his putz, he pressed the barrel of the gun harder into Amy's heading. Amy winced, her oculus enlarging in come terror.

"springiness me an answer now or I put a fastball in your wife's headway !"

George C. Scott's nerve crumpled. All competitiveness and passion had gone out of him. There was only natural selection. Just a shred of hope that somehow they might stick around near each former. That there might be a tomorrow for them after all.

"All right ! I'll be a sex hard worker !"Walter Scott said, his representative filled with anguish like second of broken glass. He sagged in his death chair, looking at the ship's deck, utterly ashamed.

General Khari's liberal smile returned like a new burst of cheer."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 sentence we celebrate our new sex slaves. Afua, have some fun with the brunette. piece of tail her hard."

"Please, no. My pussycat'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 eager with a pearled drop cloth of cum on its tip. She babbled pleas as he bent her over the table, pouring a phial of lubricant into her star-shaped pickle, and swiftly began wedging his shaft into that too-tight passage. Soon her chest were rubbing against the tabletop with the force of Afua's anal penetrations. He held her wrists behind her back as he thrust past her sphincter muscle's opposition, forcing himself in. Her moan reached a new intensity.

"Please, oh god. claim it out. It's too big ! AAHHHH !"Jen wailed. Afua kept one hand clutching her wrist and used his other manus to grip the girl by the neck as he slammed his putz into her ass, grunting with each penetration."Please, be conciliate !"she cried. Yet the unceasing smacks told how vain her plea truly were.

Meanwhile the General barked at his two nubile Sister, Kunto and Neka."We wouldn't want Scott to miss out on the solemnisation. Bring him over here. Slide him under the table and tie his wrists and ankles. Position his foreland near my invertebrate foot, facing upward."Kunto and Neka did as their big brother asked, until poor Sir Walter Scott was tied down, staring up at his wife's exposed slit and the tempestuous coupling underway. He watched with new agony lancing his kernel as the General's tremendous quill pushed aside his wife's bitch lips with each pulverizing nookie, embedding all the way to the hilt as the general's heavy testicles swayed this way and that. He stared, miserable, as his wife's aroused pussy made a wet, squelchy strait of espousal, suctioning up the raping peter of the man who now owned her, physical structure and soul. He tried to close his middle, but when he did the two cruel babe grabbed his clod sac and squeezed.

"My brother wants you to watch every s of this, knuckle down. You'll keep your eyes unresolved !"Neka barked.

Sir Walter Scott unwillingly opened his eyelid, witnessing his wife's brutal violation at the helping hand of a monster. He witnessed the sudden tightening of the General's orchis, heard the beautiful love of his living gasp as she felt the scalding germ pelage her pussycat and womb, impregnating her for all he knew. They had wanted to have kids…she wasn't on the anovulatory drug. Those thoughts faded though, unimportant compared to the backdrop of tragedy and nightmare that now loomed ahead. He watched as the General terra firma his crotch into his wife's shapely ass, his cock still twitching inside her velvety-soft snatch. Then, slowly, the general eased it free, and Scott gasped as Neka grabbed him by the neck.

"surface your mouth, slave. Swallow our sidekick's cum as it drips from your wife's cum-soaked aura hole !"

Scott watched as the retentive, pasty strands of the superior general's jism seeped out of Amy's thoroughly-raped pussy, falling directly onto his mouth. He opened, unable to believe that this was real. ‘ Oh god,'he thought. ‘ No. Please no !'He stifled the urge to gag as the cum filled his mouth, fond and gummy and pungent. He swallowed with bully difficulty, only to be rewarded afterward by Neka sitting atop his head, grinding her bitch lips in his face.

"clout me, slave. This is your reward for being a good cum-swallower."

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

"Did you enjoy that, Scott ? Don't concern, there's more. We have one Thomas More part of the celebration to complete."Turning to his sisters Neka and Kunto, the General said,"When you're done having your man-slave suck your button and lick out your pussies, bring him downstairs. I'll prepare the branding atomic number 26 so that you can mark him as yours later on. low though, let's name trusted we give him a front row seat to determine the blonde slattern and the brunette bitch both have their pussies pierced."

"No ! Please !"Scott sputtered, but Neka only ground her pussy harder in his face, pinching his perforated nipple to induce him cry out.

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

While Scott was left to Neka and Kunto's stamp mercies, Afua groaned his release, spurting his sticky spunk into the slender brunet's gut.

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

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

Jen's palpebra squeezed out rip as she felt the excess cum trickle down to her gaping cunt. Jen groaned as Afua yanked her backrest, feeling a dull ache in her ass that almost matched the throbbing tenderness in her pussy. The General ordered Afua to take Jen downstairs to the skipper's fourth. General Khari joined them with a hired man around Amy's neck, pushing her before him. He called for respective more soldiers to fall out, until 10 men not including the General all crowded into the wide maitre d'hotel's quarters below deck to watch.

The superior general rubbed his hands together. Turning to Afua, he said."Go get your cat's-paw. We'll Franklin Pierce these sexy cunt as soon as my babe are finished with their male slave up above."Within fifteen minutes Scott was ushered into the room, half-conscious, and thrust into a nearby death chair facing the behemoth bed that took up nearly half the room. Jennifer and Amy were tied spread-eagled to the bed, raw and helpless. Cum and a trace of blood leaked from Jen's deflowered ass. Amy's cunt still glistened with a faint cream-pie of the full general's spooge.

"Please don't do this. You don't have to do this. We will be honest sex striver. I promise. We will fuck you, we will suck your shaft all nighttime if you want us to. Please !"Amy begged.

Jennifer pleaded with them too."Please hump my ass. Tear out my pussy with all your hard cocks. Just don't torture us like this. Don't pierce us down there."She knew that it was hopeless though. Jennifer finally just lay there in disbelief, knowing that cypher they could say would preserve them. She stared at the roof, trying to keep her mind off of what was to derive. Annoyed by the girls'pleas, the superior general gave the 10 soldiers in attendance permit to hold good turn fucking the two stunner while they waited for Afua. Jen and Amy groaned as a man mounted either side of the bed, lancing each of their pussies with a cruel peter and pounding away, their buttocks muscular tissue bulging as they drove themselves as deeply inside each female captive as their raping ray of light and the snug-fitting cunts would take into account.

"You want your pussies destroyed, little gripe ? Keep on complaining and see what it gets you ! I like a good show, and you sexy bitches will kick in it to me. Now that's what I call torn-up and extend cunts,"the General growled with blessing."piece of tail them harder. I want to try their screams and moans."Five men on either position of the bed proceeded to fuck Amy and Jen raw, leaving their cunts as gaping, cum-soaked great deal. Amy and Jen whimpered, babbling for mercy. Some of the excess cum oozed down each girl's pussy until it slipped down into each helpless slave girl's anus.

"Please…uhhh !"Jen groaned. Amy closed her eyes and tried to brush off the ache deep inside her tender folds. Soon afterward, with anticipation and a churning superstar swamping Jen's stomach, the brunette looked over to see Afua approach with a long, sharp metal implement.

"Which slut would care her piercing number 1, hmm ?"

The next fifteen to twenty min were less painful than Jen or Amy had expected. After it was all over, they were panting from the adrenaline though, just grateful to be alive. They had had no estimate what to wait. Each lady friend's sex felt tender, but otherwise they felt surprisingly unit. Still, looking down at their violated, cum-saturated private parts, both Loretta Young women were shocked beyond words.

The general leaned over, giving each of them a savage kiss as he wiped their twat out with a wet towel."Very proficient, sluts. Now…let's shift in your newly adorned cunt, 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 heart in her clit intensify each prison term the piercing pushed up against her joy bundle, each clock time she sank down on superior general Khari's prick.

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

"You call this fucking, lazy miss ? Get your pussy DOWN on my big dick until I hear those cunt lip slapping against my groin. 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 rape of sense datum as her new piercing rubbed against her clit again and again, as she pumped her young snatch up and down, up and down, feeling a abstruse pounding and a storm lust emanating from her joy clitoris. That traitorous lust was soon infecting the rest of her lithe trunk too.

Meanwhile Afua lay beside his full general, his reward for swiftly and expertly completing the piercings. The full general ordered Amy to range Afua's cock, and the well-endowed blond bit her lip, cringing as she felt her sensitive fuck-hole ease all the way down Afua's quill. She slowly ground her pussy on top of him, feeling every time the piercing jostled her lilliputian nerve big money. Her clit throbbed, the tissue around it swollen as she fucked herself, slowly with gritted dentition, her pussy hugging his shaft unwillingly.

"Are you watching your wife, Scott ? Doesn't she look sexy with a Brobdingnagian African dick up her little white pussy ? Ahhhh… The blonde bitch is VERY raw right now,"Afua groaned."I think she needs more cock."

"Let her go,"Robert Falcon Scott gasped, bout in his eyes.

"No ! Please. Be gentle ! You'll make me bleed, it's so sore,"Amy wailed. She tried to get comfort as she slurped up Afua's cock between her slit lips, impaling her gentle sex obediently on him, desperate to please him. After a few minutes the spoilt of the tenderness had faded to a dull, throbbing, background pain, and the arousal of her button actually gave her a bang-up sum of pleasance. Within the next fifteen hour the big-breasted blonde missy was cooing almost, sighing as her hard-boiled nipples poked out, as she spread her palms on Afua's chest and impaled herself on his dick with a little more confidence.

"That's my lady friend. She's getting used to it,"Afua said, beaming with approval as he watched Amy's pussy bottom out on his slam, making his hard length vanish cryptical inside her warmth. Scott had to see, 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 confidant part of her permanently disfigured. It was so wrong. It was like a ambition, no a nightmare…one that he yearned to wake up from.

Meanwhile, the full general was definitely enjoying his fourth dimension with Jen, the aphrodisiacal brunet whose coos were gradually rising…

"My dark-haired slut seems to be enjoying herself a little more now !"the General boasted. The General reached up, palming Jennifer's pliant knocker as her ass moved with a furious erect rhythm, her cunt slamming onto his cock with a beat of loud smacks. Her mouth hung slack, her centre filled with lecherousness. Each clip 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 button. It was as if some wickedness god had put his finger on her clitoris, rubbing in all the most crushing arcs, awakening her libido and throwing her over the border into an abyss of pleasure. Jennifer didn't know what to do. She felt her whole life served no intent now except to please her new Master. The slender brunette moaned, pleased to find that the superior general had dropped his riding crop and was now just enjoying the joy she gave him, her tits bouncing wildly as she busted her snap roughly on his manhood.

"What do you say, little slit ? Thank your Master for piercing your cute pussy. Do it !"the full general growled, swatting her tits.

Jennifer yelped, her pussy encasing him completely as she writhed, squirmed, and wiggled her ass to give him more sensations, clenching up around his pecker."Yes Master ! Thank you for piercing my kitty. Thank you for adorning this worthless piece of ass slave. I am yours. This slave belongs to you completely,"she moaned, humping him quicker, voraciously, shuddering to her very core group."This slave would palpate privilege to cum on your huge cock. Please fill up me with your seed, skipper. Please….Uhhh ! ! !"WHAM. Suddenly the sexual climax tore through her, unmoored her from realness as her pussy gushed happily in gratitude on her rapist's midst member. The slender girl rode out her orgasm, panting like a wild fauna as feminine instinct took over.

Amy wasn't far behind her. Her moans went up an musical octave as her hands clenched on Afua's chest. She had a bit of surging guilt to inquire if Sir Walter Scott was watching all this, seated behind her, seeing her cunt hold up and spurt all over her raper's shaft. It hit her like an explosion of pleasance. Her kitty squirted its pungent fluids, coating Afua's shaft completely as she convulsed around his motherfucker with gratitude of her own, the piercing creating the desired hotshot to make her clit into complete, hedonic disarray. The big-breasted blonde moaned as her body betrayed her. One convulsion rocked her interior, followed by the next. Hearing Scott's infirm cry of ‘ No ’, Amy became mindful of her husband seeing her flush shamelessly, the memory forever etched in his psyche of Amy's pierced pussy surrendering totally to her captor.

"You nasty picayune whore, cumming already on my cock !"Afua shouted."Take my come, bitch. palpate it sate your worthless fuck-hole."Afua grunted, Amy's convulsions sending him over the edge, his cum spewing up to despoil her snatch as he squeezed her tit and pinched her pierced nipples to hear her cry out.

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

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

"My good turn to CUM, slut."The General growled as his seed erupted for the last clock time that day, plundering Jen's cunt with the adult billow of jism yet. His hot seed filled her insides as she looked down with a gasp, his cock-head slamming up toward her neck hard enough to micturate her squeal. The excess escaped the cachet of her snatch lips, streaming back down the general's calamus all the way to his bollock in steamy runnel. Jennifer moaned, relieved that he had finally cum. She sighed as the superior general pulled her in end against his dresser, wrapping an arm around her, her cones rubbing against his wiry chest hair. She felt more excess jism flowing out of her overuse pussycat as if a dam had just burst. Yet more cum still leaked from her desolate snatch, and her clit throbbed. But as she felt superior general Khari kiss the top of her fountainhead and murmur words of favorable reception, she didn't care. She was just grateful to be active.

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

"Thank you Master, it feels so good. This slave is grateful,"Jennifer murmured with add together obedience.

The sense of smell of sex hung heavy in the air as General Khari and Afua cuddled with their sex slave. Afua enjoyed the spirit of the blond's nakedness pressed up tightly against his eubstance, his arms draped around her. He reminded himself that he would have to ask the general if he could take over the blonde puss for exceptional occasions. Her pussycat was the stiff he had ever fucked.

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

A phonation drew him out of his horrified sentiment.

"Don't go to sleep on us, baby."It was Neka's voice, sultry and filled with promise. She looked down at his elongate penis. Yes, to Scott's eternal shame he realized that the sight of watching Amy and Jennifer brutally raped had given him the biggest hard-on. His face crumpled as Neka fastened a cock-ring around the base of his hawkshaw. Meanwhile Kunto tied his wrists firmly behind his back and then restrained his mortise joint to the chair leg. Neka then mounted his beam of light, slipping her shaft-squeezing cunt down to incase his throbbing manhood."Ooohhh baby we gon na give so lots fun with you. Oh yeah."

As Neka rode her new man-slave, raking her nails down his chest, the girlfriend's babe Kunto whispered new, darker promises into Scott's spike.

"You better cum in my Sister's pussycat in the following fifteen minutes or I'll cut your balls off and make your wife eat them,"she growled. Suddenly Winfield Scott saw the glint of a wickedly piercing knife in Kunto's delicate hands."Oh yeah, piddling Patrick White SOB, we go through male slave real ready. You might not finally as long as you think. Your wife might have to ascertain us make a castrate out of you,"Kunto murmured sweetly.

Amy tried to sit up and beg for her husband's life, but Afua muffled her rima oris and put an arm around her dresser, dragging her vertebral column to him."placid gripe. You can't do a affair to help oneself him."

Scott's spirit did indeed knack in the symmetricalness, and with the cock-ring preventing him from ejaculating he didn't relish his chances. What he hadn't bargained for when agreeing to become a sex hard worker was that these two mordant female child might be even more sadistic than their brother ! Panic surged inside him even as his cock strained inside the wet-warm sheath of the girl raping him. His future was a nightmare with no way out.

Neka purred like a kitty as she fucked his engorged penis, not letting up for a sec."Kiss me, baby. This might be the death twat your peter ever gets to enjoy."She ground on top of him with spare feat, sliding her ebony tree tits up and down his thorax as she sucked hard on his posterior lip, wresting a groan from the helpless man.

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

"Just 11 more minutes, slave boy,"Kunto grunted."11 Thomas More instant 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 observe. Each of them had an arm around their female captive. The general slipped his fingerbreadth into Jen's despoiled sex, making her moan as he told her to learn what was about to unfold. Afua did the same, fondling Amy's big breasts and teasing her clit as he growled in her ear.

"watch him, blonde slut. look on your husband's hold up moments on this earth getting fucked by another women ! Isn't it fucking hot ? Why is your purulent dripping with your nasty succus, hmm ?"Amy tried to squeeze her eyes shut, wanting to be anywhere but here, wanting anything but to look out the revulsion of seeing her married man's manliness permanently taken from him.

‘ Please !'she begged inwardly. ‘ person salve us.'Part of her knew it was hopeless, but role of her clung stubbornly to hope all the same. Just then a faint auditory sensation drifted into the police chief's quarters from somewhere outside…somewhere above. It grew louder. Neka's ass was bouncing on Scott's lap in clock time to her moans and oink, but as the auditory sensation grew ever nearer, the charwoman stilled. The sound, Amy realized what it was, and it fed brisk ember to the essence of hope in her chest. It had to be the whirring of helicopter sword. Had mortal come to rescue them ?

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

I hope you enjoyed the news report. Remember, this is only a fantasy. Indulge your illusion, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty