It has been said that every person has some dark passion in his soul-some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen even by the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet sometimes these dark passions surface, and the headlines scream of someone's antisocial behavior or, in some cases, illegal acts. In fact, hardly a day goes by without these hidden passions coming to the fore and resulting in big news.
SPREAD BIG SISTER is a dramatic presentation of a girl and her brother who come to let their most base desires come to the face, who dare to indulge their taboo cravings. They are the exceptions in our society-who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to become completely liberated. This story is a startling insight into the lives who dare to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"You little monsters! Get back inside that cabin and put some bathing suits on!" Wanda had never been more mortified in her life. She was ready to strangle the two boys and throw their worthless male bodies overboard.
The two boys wiggled their bare asses in the girls' faces and retreated into the boat's cabin. Buster let out a defiant fart before he disappeared down the steps, casting a malicious grin over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Wanda said to her two female companions. Then she took hold of the wheel again, realizing she had let the boat steer itself off course. She removed her sunglasses, wiped her brow, then replaced the glasses to filter out the intense glare of the subtropical sun. The boat's motor droned eerily in the uncannily still air. the only things visible in any direction were the green waters of the Atlantic, a few puffy clouds, and the relentless glaring sun.
"It's not your fault," Marian said. "All this just goes to show how persecuted and degraded we woman are. We can't even escape out here from the vicious lust of the male chauvinists. Isn't that right, Phoebe darling?"
"Huh?" said Phoebe, pulling her gaze away from the cabin doorway. She'd been staring at it as if hypnotized. "Oh, sure, I guess so. Whatever you say, Marian." Her eyes crept back toward the cabin door. She'd apparently been only half listening.
"But it is my fault, at least partially." Wanda said. "I should have stood up to my father, should have demanded that he recognize my capability-our capability-to handle this cruise without males on board to assist us. Assist us? All those two little brats have done so far is get in our way and parade around showing off their muscles."
"They've been showing off a lot more than their muscles," Marian said. She leaned forward from her deck chair to pick up a plastic bottle of Hawaiian Tropic suntan oil. "They looked like two Greek satyrs just now, with those wretched little rods of theirs sticking straight up in the air. Disgusting!"
"Actually, I think they're kind of cute," Phoebe said. "They are just boys, after all. Harmless little boys. If three athletic college women can't handle two pubescent boys, then we're as weak and helpless as the male chauvinists say we are." She took the bottle of suntan oil as Marian put it down, and she began to lubricate her rapidly tanning skin.
Marian glared at her. "Sometimes your naivete infuriates me, Phoebe. They may be just boys in size, but they're fully blown male chauvinist already. Can't you sense their arrogance toward us? They think they're so superior just because they have dirty little rods between their legs. All we are to them are sex objects-hot holes to stick their disgusting little peckers in so they can feel good. They'd rape us if they could manage it. And you think they're cute! Jesus Christ!"
"So why don't you cut off their balls?" Phoebe said.
One of her bikini tit cups slid off as she oiled her shoulder, revealing a creamy-white tit with a red cherry capping it. Phoebe had the smallest tits of the three women, but they stood up like fleshy cones, while Marian's tits, the largest of the group's, hung like big milk-filled udders. Wanda's tits were in between-they weren't quite as large as Marian's, but they stood up more, almost as shapely as Phoebe's tits.
"I might just do that, bitch," Marian said. "Is there a butcher knife on board, Wanda?"
"Hey, let's not let those brats spoil our trip, huh girls? I really am sorry we had to bring them along. It's my fault." Wanda pushed the accelerator lever up a few notches and the engine growled louder. She wondered how far they'd traveled so far.
They'd left Key West five hours ago. The boat was The Bull Run, which belonged to Wanda's father. She'd had to talk fast to get her father's consent to use it. He'd have captained the boat himself if he hadn't had to fly to Japan on business. He was a true male chauvinist. Here Wanda was, a college freshman, an NCAA swimmer, and he was afraid she'd drown out here or something. Even the fact that Phoebe and Marian were fellow teammates of Wanda on the Northrup College swimming team didn't convince him that they were capable of cruising from Key West to Key Largo and back without capsizing and drowning. He'd forced her to take her brother Buster along-as if Buster knew more about handling this boat than she did-just because he was a male. He was a lot younger than she was, for Christsake, a spoiled brat who knew little more about life than how to handle a video game joystick-or how to pull on the joystick between his own legs.
Well, here they were, five hours out of Key West, heading north, at least according to the compass. They'd veered off to sea a little more than Wanda had intended to, but they couldn't very easily get lost if they kept heading north. They'd run smack into Key Largo or the tip of the Florida mainland if they just kept chugging along.
The sun was brutal today. No wind. They were all sweating profusely, except for the boys, who were hyperactive as monkeys and yet never seemed to overheat. Buster had insisted on bringing his best friend Teddy along, and Dad had of course been all for that. Now the girls had two big strong men to protect them from whatever dangers lurked out here.
So far, this cruise was nothing to write postcards about. Wanda was beginning to wish she'd stayed a thousand miles north, up at Northrup this spring break. Sure, the snow was still melting up there, but she had a boyfriend up there to warm her up. The flight down had been delayed, the plane overcrowded.
Marian and Phoebe had been bitching at each other more than normal. The buxom redhead and the petite brunette got along swimmingly-when their heads were buried between each other's thighs, their tongues slurping at each other's pussylips. At other times, they bickered and bitched. After reaching Key West and learning two young boys would be going along on the cruise, their bitching at each other had increased. Wanda had been on the verge several times of screaming at them to just shut up.
My own fault, Wanda told herself. Her own fault for inviting a pair of lesbian feminists to spend her spring break with her. Her own fault for being stupid enough to imagine that her male-chauvinist father would allow her and two other women to take his boat out alone, without male supervision. Her own fault for not hopping back on the plane and flying back to the muscular arms and hot prick of her boyfriend. Damn, she was miserable, and it was her own fault.
It wasn't just the intense sun, the heat, the lack of breeze, the sweating, the disturbing emptiness of the sea, the hitching of her two companions. What was really maddening was the itch between her legs. She was damn horny. She'd planned on learning some of the arts of girl-girl sex on this cruise. She was hot to lick some pussy, to experience some new sexual pleasures, and what better way to learn pussy-sucking than from two lesbians? She'd invited Marian and Phoebe to spend spring break with her for more reasons than because they were friends and teammates of hers on their college swimming team. She wanted to taste their pussies. But how could she manage to get what she wanted now-with Buster and Teddy along? She was ready to kill the two boys for ruining her trip. She'd planned on nudity and hot female sex, not on tight string-bikinis and sweaty sunbathing. The boys had been ogling her and her two companions ever since they'd left Key West, parading around with twitching hard-ons in their tiny swim trunks, showing off their sun-blackened pubescent bodies as if they were fully developed gladiators. Did they really think they could interest three sophisticated college women? And then they^d suddenly appear from the cabin, stark naked, their hard-ons quivering in the sunshine, their loins thrust forward as they'd strutted across the deck like shameless exhibitionists.
"Now what are they up to?" Wanda said. "They've been down there a long time, and I haven't heard a sound."
"Maybe they're setting fire to the boat," Marion said, stretching in her deck chair. "I do hope they haven't gotten into my things. I have spare cigarettes and matches in my purse, you know."
"Would one of you mind going down to check on them?" Wanda said. "I'd really feel better."
"Of course, darling," Marian said. "Phoebe, this sort of thing is right up your alley. I believe you worked your way through high school babysitting. Would you mind?"
"I'd be delighted." Phoebe said, sounding half-facetious. She adjusted her shoulder strings, slipped gracefully off her deck chair, and padded toward the cabin door.
The moment Phoebe was out of sight, Marian jumped up and moved behind Wanda, who stood at the wheel. She forced Wanda's bikini panties down and started rubbing Wanda's crotch.
"Mmm, you're all wet!" Marian whispered. "I knew you were hot. Your ass just wouldn't stop wiggling. Spread your legs a little more. I'll get you off." She slipped a finger up Wanda's pussy and started fucking it in and out.
Wanda's heart slammed. She clung to the wheel, moaning as Marian finger-fucked her. She could feel hot cunt juice trickling down the inside of her thighs.
"You beautiful blonde bitch!" Marian whispered. "Oh God, I wish just you and me were on this boat!" She shoved her own panties down and slipped a finger up her own cunt. "Oh God!"
"Do it!" Wanda moaned "Oh. yes!"
Marian pistoned her fingers in both their pussies, making the pussy cream froth. Her eyes rolled giddily. "Oh baby, I wish I could get naked with you!"
"Oh Marian, fuck me!" Wanda no longer knew which way she was steering the boat, but she no longer cared. She felt tingles flooding her pussy, felt tingles in her nipples and toes.
Marian yanked her fingers out of both their cunts. She held her dripping fingers in the sunlight. She slipped a finger into her mouth, tasting Wanda's pussy cream. "Oh baby, you're so sweet! Wanna taste me?"
Wanda couldn't resist sucking Marian's finger-the finger that had been up Marian's cunt. The slippery fluid was tart, like strong wine. "Marian, oh God!"
The potent taste went straight to her brain, exciting her, making her lose control of herself. "Marian, I wanna suck you!"
Marian crushed Wanda in a tight embrace. They kissed, groaning. Somehow their tit cups got worked off and their naked tits pressed together, hard nipples rubbing at each other. They crushed their hairy pussy mounds together, Wanda's blonde pussy against Marian's red pussy. They humped, grunting, moaning, kissing madly, tongue down each other's throat.
"Eat me!" Marian whispered. "Suck my pussy!"
Trembling, Wanda slipped to her knees in front of the buxom redhead. As Marian spread her legs, her cuntlips parted and a clear fluid dripped and dribbled from her pulsing pussy hole. The fluid trickled slowly down the insides of Marian's thighs, and Wanda lapped it up, swallowing the tart pussy cream. She pushed her face against Marian's open crotch and rubbed her nose and chin and cheeks in the burning cunt meat, coating her skin with Marian's warm pussy slime. Then she started to lick, to suck, to gnaw.
"Ohhhh, Jesus!" Marian gasped. "Eat that cunt, you hungry little pussy-sucking bitch!"
"Jesus Christ!" Wanda growled, sucking pussy, chewing on Marian's spongy cuntmeat. She found Marian's hard clit and gnawed on it. As Marian wailed, spurting cunt juice into Wanda's mouth, Wanda rammed a finger up her own pussy an started to finger-fuck herself.
"Mmn, bite my clit!" Marian groaned. "Chew it right off! Oh God, that drives m crazy!"
Each time Wanda bit into Marian's clit Marian's cunt contracted hard and a spurt of hot pussy juice ran into Wanda's mouth. Wanda had never sucked pussy before, but she knew that she was already addicted to pussy juice. She wanted to drink gallons of it. She rammed her tongue up Marian's cunt, licking her out, drinking her juices as they ran out. Marian's cunt contracted repeatedly, sucking at Wanda's tongue.
Wanda never dreamed sucking pussy would be this exciting. She couldn't say she was more excited sucking pussy than she got fucking cock, but she couldn't say she was any less excited either. She wished she had tried this years ago.
"Baby, I'm gonna come," Marian whispered. "Keep that tongue moving, keep it fucking!"
Marian started humping Wanda's face, grinding her crotch in Wanda's mouth, fucking her cunt on Wanda's twisting, sliding tongue. "Here it comes, baby! Oh, Jesus Christ!" Marian shook all over. Her pussy nearly chewed off Wanda's tongue. Her hot cunt juices gushed into Wanda's mouth.
"Eat it!" Marian gasped. "Drink it! Oh baby, suck it out!" She grabbed Wanda's mouth with her hairy, slimy, madly contracting cunt.
Wanda was delirious. She choked on Marian's hot pussy juice, found herself smothering between Marian's legs. She felt waves of pleasure saturating her lips and cheeks and spreading downward through herself, as if Marian's orgasm were passing into her own body. She fucked her finger in and out of her own cunt. The pussy juice ran down her legs. The tension in her loins reached a maddening peak of tightness and suddenly began to uncoil. She groaned loudly as her own orgasm exploded in her cunt.
She humped at her twisting, jerking hand, grinding the pleasure through her loins. She chewed hard into Marian's sizzling cuntmeat and heard Marian squeal. She sucked and lapped and gnawed, eating the pleasure out of Marian as she clawed the pleasure out of herself. When she'd finished coming, she embraced Marian's legs to keep herself from toppling over with weakness.
A sharp scream came from the cabin doorway, a scream cut off as if the plug had been pulled on it. Without bothering to put on their clothing, Wanda and Marian stumbled toward the cabin. What they found inside made them both dizzier than they already were-dizzier not with pleasure, but with shock.
Chapter Two
At first, Wanda and Marian could only stand there and watch helplessly. To Wanda, the two young boys suddenly resembled fully grown men, their muscles like steel bands, their cocks like daggers. They had Phoebe on her hands and knees like an animal, and they were simultaneously raping her, Buster from behind, Teddy from the front. Buster fucked his six-inch cock in and out of Phoebe's cunt while Teddy fucked his six-incher in and out of her mouth.
Phoebe gagged, whimpered, squirmed between the two wildly thrusting boys.
Buster glanced up as he became aware of an audience, but instead of jumping off Phoebe, he just grinned, his eyes wandering all over Wanda's and Marian's naked tits and cunts, his dirty little mind instantly recording their every sexy detail. His face was an ugly red, his expression a mixture of a sneer and a leer. All the muscles of his deeply tanned body worked in unison as he fucked his prick in and out of Phoebe's cunt. His hard lower belly whacked and jolted Phoebe's upturned ass, making her gasp with each fuck-thrust as if the wind were being knocked out of her.
Teddy looked up and his brown eyes widened with panic. He looked at Buster as if for a signal as to what they should do. Buster let out a defiant grunt, pounding Phoebe's ass all the harder, and Teddy's expression of panic hardened into one of confidence and renewed lust. He gripped Phoebe's ears and pistoned his cock between her lips, making her gag repeatedly.
Wanda didn't know what to do. For the first time in her life she was afraid of her kid brother. He'd become a monster, a wildcat. She was afraid to go near him for fear that he'd sink his teeth or his claws into her. It was as if he'd become possessed by a demon.
Marian looked as helpless and apprehensive as Wanda felt. The well-built redhead, who usually seemed so sure of herself, who usually gave the impression that she could handle anybody, including any man, now stood there pale and visibly shaking. She looked at Wanda as if for moral support, as if for some hint of what to do. But Wanda could give her neither.
"Mannnn!" Buster growled. "Ohhh, yeah!" His brown belly collided with Phoebe's white ass repeatedly. His cock fucked in and out like a drill. A blood-tinged fluid leaked from Phoebe's cunt and trickled down her legs. The little monster had popped Phoebe's cherry. Wanda found it hard to believe that, until moments ago, Phoebe had been a virgin with males. She wondered if Marian was a virgin.
Phoebe and Marian were, after all, lesbian lovers.
Teddy's young brown balls flapped against Phoebe's chin. His veiny prick pistoned between her lips. Phoebe's face had turned almost purple. She kept drooling as she gagged, greasing the boy's balls with her spit. Her brunette hair dangled alongside her cheeks and hung nearly to the floor. As the two boys raped her, she looked less and less like an athletic college freshman and more and more like a skinny young girl being abused by two muscular men.
It's all illusion, Wanda tried to tell herself Those are just little boys. They're harmless They ought to be spanked, not feared. She took a tentative step toward Buster, but he glared up at her with the ugliest sneer she'd ever seen, and she couldn't move another inch toward him. Buster bared his teeth more and slammed hard at Phoebe's ass, fucking the hell out of her.
Phoebe wailed, shaking all over, choking, the tears running down her cheeks. Her toes clawed at the cabin floor. She struggled between the two humping boys, desperate to escape, but Buster had his prick anchored in her pussy and his dirty fingers dug into her hips, and Teddy clutched her by the hair now, fucking his prick down her throat. The boys rammed, their eyes rolling, their faces red with lust. They grunted and growled like two mad dogs, pleasuring their pubescent cocks in Phoebe's mouth and cunt.
Buster arched his back, directing all his strength through his loins and plunging his cock in like a battering ram. His eyes became white slits, his mouth gaped, and he began to groan as if in pain. His body jerked as pleasure-spasms drilled through his cock and saturated his loins. His orgasmic writhing and moaning were caught by Teddy, who looked suddenly as if he were the mirror image of Buster. The two boys grunted and gasped, firing their loads down Phoebe's throat and up her cunt.
"Let's get 'em!" Marian said. "They're helpless." She lunged at Teddy, hooking her hands under his arms and yanking him away from Phoebe. His prick slipped out of Phoebe's mouth, flexing wildly and spurting white streams of jism in the air.
"For Christsake, grab the other one!"
Wanda moved without thinking. Her heart pounded, her pulse beat like a bass drum in her ears. She hooked her hands under Buster's arms and yanked him viciously away from Phoebe. As his prick popped out of her cunt, blood-tinged pussy juice running down his rigid cock rod, he fired jism on Phoebe's ass, then up in the air and onto his own belly. He moaned, mumbling curses as Wanda dragged him out of the cabin, his heels dragging, his toes curled. His prick flopped around on his belly, spitting white fuck-cream all over his bronze skin.
The two young women dropped the moaning boys on the deck, where they lay helpless under the sun, writhing and shivering as the last orgasmic spasms tortured their young pricks. Wanda followed Marian's lead, working fast, binding the boys by the wrists and ankles with whatever they could find-bikini halters, rope, fishing line. The boys mumbled curses, but they kept giggling, as if this were all some kind of silly game. It was only when the women had them stretched out and securely bound that the boys started getting serious, demanding that the women untie them.
"You bitch, let me up!" Buster growled, his chest rising and falling. His arms were pulled above his head. His body formed a long line and had been pulled tight like a bowstring. His hard prick still twitched against his jism-splattered belly. "Hey, let us up, you fucking bitches! I'm gonna tell Dad!"
"This ain't fair!" said Teddy, trying to twist loose. "You better let us up!"
Wanda and Marian leaned against each other, trying to catch their breaths. They looked down at the boys as if only discovering them now. Wanda needed some water. The sun pounded her blonde head. She felt as if she were smothering in the intense heat. The vision of the two naked boys, bound and stretched before her on the deck of the boat, wavered and blurred as if they were a mirage.
"Let us up!" Buster screamed, his face turning purple.
"We'll kill you if you don't let us up!" Teddy yelled.
Marian moved between the boys. She put her foot on Buster's stomach, smearing his sticky white cum around. Then she lifted her cum-dripping foot and planted it in Teddy's face. She nearly crushed the boy's nose as she smeared his face with cum. Then she wiped her foot clean on his mop of bushy brown hair.
Teddy spit. "Yuk, You fucking old bitch!"
Marian laughed and spit in his face. Then she jammed her foot against his belly, wiping up his cum with it and planting it in Buster's face. Buster tried to bite her foot, but she clawed his cheeks with her toenails, leaving swollen welts on his cheek.
"Damn you, that burns!" Buster snarled as cum trickled over the raw claw-marks.
"I'm delighted," Marian said. She wiped her foot in his shiny blonde hair, then pinched his nose with her toes.
Buster tried to bite her foot again.
Marian yanked her foot away. "You little turds better behave or I'm gonna kick you both where it hurts. And if you get me mad enough, I'm gonna get hold of a knife and cut off those silly little balls-and maybe those dumb little peckers too. So you'd better watch out!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Buster growled.
"Try me," Marian said.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Wanda ran to the wheel and grabbed it. "Shit!"
The engine was still droning nonstop, the boat cutting through the glassy green water. By the compass, they were heading east-out to sea even farther. Who knew which way the boat had steered itself during all the commotion, or how far it had taken them in any direction? They might have been zigzagging along, or doing circles, or heading straight out to sea all this time. Wanda knew she should have either cut the engine or set the wheel on a straight course north. But everything had happened so fast that she'd completely forgotten about piloting the boat.
"Don't tell me we're lost," Marian said.
"Not lost," Wanda said. "Just a little off course. I should have set the wheel. Shit!"
"Now she's got us lost," Buster said to Teddy. "Just like a woman. All they're good for is fucking."
"If you don't shut up," Marian snapped, "I'm gonna drive these toes straight into those fat little nuts of yours until you spit them out your mouth." Buster chewed his lips. He winced hard as some cum trickled into his eye.
There was a whimper from the cabin.
"Oh, the poor thing!" Wanda said. She had the boat on a northward course again, and she set the wheel. "We'd better check on her." She followed Marian into the cabin.
Buster called after her: "I hope you didn't steer us into pirate waters. There's pirates out here, ya know. They steal the boat, and the crew disappears forever-maybe killed. It happens all the time. You'd better let me up and let me drive. You've got us lost, you dumb old bitch."
"You're out of your mind," Wanda said. "I hope an albatross comes down and eats you or something."
Inside the cabin, Phoebe was using a mirror to inspect her cunt. She'd stopped sobbing, though the tear-stains on her cheek looked permanently etched. "He made me bleed."
"Well, you're not bleeding anymore," Marian said. "What in the hell happened?"
Phoebe explained that it was partly her own fault. She'd crept silently down the cabin steps to see what the boys were up to and surprised them in the act of sniffing the women's panties and jacking off. They'd waved their cocks at her, and she'd been unable to resist the urge to feel the young fuck-rods.
"I couldn't believe how hard they were," Phoebe said. "Just like steel. And so hot they almost burned my hands."
She'd started to jerk the boys off when they'd jumped her, ripping off her bikini, forcing her to her hands and knees like an animal, and warning her to shut up or they'd kill her. When Buster had rammed his cock up her cunt, she'd heard some flesh snap inside her, and the explosive pain had made her scream. Immediately, Teddy had rammed his stiff prick into her mouth, gagging her. That was when Wanda and Marian had entered the cabin.
"You wouldn't believe the pain," Phoebe said. "I almost bled to death. He tried to kill me. Your brother tried to stab me to death, Wanda."
"I told you they're animals. You're the one who thought their rods were cute. Well, you found out the hard way. But if you lost more than an ounce of blood, I don't see it." She leaned over and kissed Phoebe's spread crotch. She started to lick.
Phoebe moaned and lay back. Marian crouched between Phoebe's legs, tits hanging, and she lapped at Phoebe's cunt like a mother cat. Phoebe started to squirm.
"This is so much better than anything I could ever do with a male," Phoebe muttered.
"Isn't that what I've been trying to tell you for years?" Marian said, slurping. "But you've always wanted to go out and try it the other way. Well, now you've found out. Men only want us for their pleasure, not to satisfy us. We suffer so they can feel good. We're just hunks of hot meat to them. They use us so they can get off. To hell with them! Nothing beats sucking pussy-absolutely nothing!"
Phoebe's pleasure-glazed eyes fell on Wanda. "Sit on my face, Wanda," Phoebe said. "I wanna suck your twat! I wanna lick you beautiful ass. Mmmn, let me at it!"
Wanda didn't agree with Marian about males-at least about how women only suffered during male-female sex-but she wasn't going to let her contrary opinion get in the way of her pleasure. She straddled Phoebe's head, her knees on either side of it, and trembled with excitement and need as she lowered her dripping cunt to Phoebe's lips. As her ass-cleft engulfed Phoebe's cute nose, as her spread pussy plastered itself over Phoebe's mouth, Wanda groaned, her loins saturated with delicious fuck-tingles. Phoebe lapped hungrily, then screwed her tongue into Wanda's fuck-hole. Wanda's cunt contracted, and Phoebe guzzled down hot pussy juice.
The cabin filled with the aroma of smoldering cunt, with the sounds of slurping tongue and smacking lips, with the growls and grunts and coos of the three sex-crazed women. Wanda rubbed her crotch in Phoebe's nose. To Wanda's surprise, Phoebe licked out her asscrack, then worked her tongue into Wanda's asshole, licking her out before returning to suck on Wanda's lust-swollen cunt. Marian kept muttering about how good Phoebe tasted, about how her pussy tasted slightly bloody. Marian growled like a tigress, sucking Phoebe until she squealed with ecstasy.
"Come, you little bitch, come!" Marian growled, sucking and licking as Phoebe's cunt exploded in her face.
"Mmmn, mmmnn!" Marian had her hand between her own legs and was finger-fucking herself. From the way she wriggled with excitement and mounting pleasure. She tossed her head from side to side, playing with her own tits, grinding her melting pussy in Phoebe's mouth. The tension whirled to a peak in her loins and burst. As Wanda writhed, jerked, gasped with pleasure, Marian started moaning as if in pain. Wanda fed Phoebe her pleasure-juices as Phoebe fed Marian. Wanda heard wild thumping noises in her brain, felt the boat swaying as if the wind had kicked up waves. She closed her eyes and reveled in the hallucinatory sensations and impressions of her explosive climax.
When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself staring down the barrel of a rifle.
Chapter Three
The three women broke their sexual threesome and cowered under the waving barrel of the rifle. Phoebe started whimpering and the man wielding the rifle told her to shut up. He spoke with an accent.
"You want I should shove this weapon up your pretty pussy and pul the trigger? Then make me mad, make a lotta noise. Save the noise for later, huh? Save the noise for when I stick something better up you."
He was a huge bear of a man, with a belly that hung over the belt of his baggy khaki trousers, which were his only clothing. Shaggy black hair covered his belly and shoulders, grew on his puffy toes. The hair on his head curled out in all directions, greasy and coal-black. His face was stubbly with the start of a black beard. A few of his teeth were missing.
"Hey, Pedro, what did you find in there?" came a loud voice from outside that rose above the other voices.
It sounded as if an army had landed aboard the boat.
Buster and Teddy kept screaming: "Don't kill us!" Which brought wild laughter from the men outside.
"Come and see, Boss!" Pedro shouted, his black eyes glinting as he studied the three women. He spat some tobacco juice on the floor. When he grinned, his yellow teeth looked cavity-infested due to all the bits of tobacco stuck to them.
A tall man in dirty white pants and black boots appeared behind Pedro. He wore no shirt, wore a Panama hat, and carried a revolver. In contrast to Pedro, he was lean and muscular, deeply tanned, and smooth-skinned. "Well, well, you've found a treasure, Pedro. This is no faggot boat like I thought it was from what we found on deck."
"I don't know," Pedro said. "Maybe we find some girl faggots here. I catch them eating pussy pie."
"You don't say?" said the boss. He squeezed his cock through his pants. It throbbed visibly under the dirty white material, as thick and long as a billyclub. "Maybe we'll have more fun with these than the last bunch-with these pussy-eaters."
Suddenly two more men squeezed into the cabin behind Pedro and the boss. One was a skinny bald man with a large gold earring, who wore nothing but a pair of shorts. His lobster-red skin was deeply creased and wrinkled from too much sun. The other man was young, certainly no older than the three women, and he wore cut-off shorts. With his sun-bleached mop of hair and his deep tan, he resembled a surfer.
"Wow!'' said the young man. "This is more like it!"
The bald man inhaled the air like a sailor sniffing the land. "Smells like a whorehouse, Boss. Real fishy."
"Smells like pussy pie," Pedro said. "Huh, Stevie?" He nudged the blond youth. "Your best-liked food."
"It sure tastes a lot better than that grasshopper juice you're always swallowing," Steve said.
The bald man lifted the leg of his shorts to reveal a long, skinny arrow like cock, which dangled like a skinny snake. As he pulled on his cock, it began to stiffen. "I believe I'll have me a blow-job," he said, eyeing the woman wickedly.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later, Red," said the boss. "Business first."
The girls were dragged out of the cabin by Pedro, Red and Steve, while the boss supervised, keeping his pistol ready. Though she was yanked to her feet by the hair, given a headlock, and dragged roughly out into the blinding sunshine, Wanda thought herself luckier than either Phoebe or Marian. It was Steve who grabbed her, and although he smelled of sweat and the sea, he surely couldn't smell as bad as his companions, especially Pedro, who had scooped up Phoebe under his arm as if she were a small plastic doll. The girls all shook with fear, only Marian daring to open her mouth to tell Red not to be so rough. Red slapped her across the face and she shut up instantly.
Out on deck. Buster and Teddy were still stretched out naked under the sun where Wanda and Marian had left them. Remarkably, their young cocks were still stiff and twitching against their flat brown bellies. When the girls appeared, their cocks started flexing.
"I told you," Buster said. "I told you there were pirates out here." He glared up at Wanda.
"So you told her, huh?" the boss said. "You're a pretty smart boy, ain't you?"
"Yeah," Buster said.
The boss chuckled. "Well, if you're so smart, what're you doing staked out down there?"
"They ganged up on me," Buster said. "My sister and those other two. I fought 'em, but it was three against one-and they knocked me out."
"You don't say?" said the boss. "Mean bitches, ain't they? Like a bunch of them there Amazons you hear about every now and then. And I take it the blonde one's your sister."
"That's her," Buster said.
"You look like her," the boss said.
"I do not!" Buster said. "I don't look nothin' like her!"
"Sure you do," the boss said. "Your face looks just like her pussy."
As the men all laughed. Buster told the boss to get fucked. This only brought more laughter. The boss unzipped his pants, pulled out a cock that resembled a five-pound salami, and dangled it over Buster's face. A stream of yellow piss gushed out and splashed right between Buster's eyes. The humiliated boy clamped his eyes and mouth shut as the boss emptied his bladder in the boy's face. The watching men sounded as if they'd never stop laughing.
The boss milked the last drops of piss from his cock. "The next time you give me any lip, boy, you'll be drinking every drop. Understand, boy?"
"Yes," Buster squeaked, then quickly added, "Sir."
The girls were taken off The Bull Run, and they found themselves on board a shrimp boat. They had no time to look around before they were thrown below in a tiny room that smelled of gasoline, piss, and rotting fish. A bare light bulb dangled overhead, its weak light wavering. It had to be 120 degrees down here, and so stuffy they could hardly breathe. Over the growl of the engine, they could hear the boss giving orders.
Steve would stay on board The Bull Run and follow along, staying a safe distance from the shrimp boat to make it appear that the two boats had no association with each other. The boys were cut loose and dragged on board the shrimp boat. Suddenly, the door above the girls was yanked open, and out of the glaring light, two naked boys came stumbling down the steps. Red right behind them.
Red sat on the middle of the step, a pistol in his right hand. His gold earring caught the light from the single bulb and glinted. He pulled his cock out the leg of his baggy shorts and started to pull on it. He pointed the pistol at his prisoners.
"You know why they call me Red? Cause I love the sight of blood. Give me any reason at all to make a man bleed-or a woman-and I'll do it. Now you people just settle back and rest. We got a long ride. I want a nice quiet ride. I don't want no trouble. Then again, I wouldn't mind seeing a little blood-or maybe a whole lot of blood. You give me reason, and it'll be your blood I'm seeing. Sure is hot in here, ain't it? Just the way I like it. I love the heat 'cause it's like hell, and hell is where I come from, and hell is where I'm going back to. Now you all just settle down-except for you, blondie. I want you up here by me."
The boat engine roared as the shrimp boat began to move. Wanda stumbled forward and crawled up the steps toward the waiting bald man. He grinned at her like a demon, the sweat shining on his bald head and running off it in rivers. Because of all the wrinkles in his face and even on his naked scalp, it was impossible to determine his age-he could have been thirty, or he could have been fifty. He let go of his cock and let it throb upright in front of Wanda. It looked about nine inches long, but no bigger around than the skinny boy-cocks of Buster and Teddy, and its head was sharply pointed, more like an arrowhead than a cockhead.
"I wanna see them sexy bitch-lips do some nibbling," Red said. "I want a real good blow-job, blondie." As the man's prick throbbed, a clear juice dribbled out and leaked down the cockshaft.
Wanda prayed she wouldn't either faint or vomit. She didn't want to give the crazed man any excuse to draw blood. Though her heart was slamming, her stomach like a tight fist, her legs like rubber, she felt strangely numb, almost calm. She wondered if this was what being in shock felt like. She moved like a slave, completely passive, ready to do anything she was commanded to do. Behind her, not a sound except breathing came from her companions. They were apparently in shock, too.
Wanda gingerly started to lick. Though she'd sucked off a lot of boys in her time, she'd never sucked on a cock that looked so long and skinny and pointed. Veins were gnarled all around Red's prick, like blue worms under the skin. As Wanda licked the fuck-lube off his cock, the veins rippling under her tongue gave her the chills. As her lips glued to the back of his prickhead, sucking the pleasure-strand there, Red started to shake.
"Jesus Christ, don't bring me off!" he gasped, pressing the cold steel pistol barrel against Wanda's temple and making her jerk away. "Thought you could trick me, huh? Bring me off without giving me a proper blow-job. Well, I ain't no dumb kid or something. I wanna feel them hot lips sliding up and down around my prick. I wanna feel that mouth suck. I want a slow blow-job, one I can enjoy."
He bonked Wanda in the nose with his wood-hard prick. "Swallow this thing, bitch."
Wanda touched her lips to the pointed head of Red's prick and slowly slid them down, swallowing his cock-knob, then his cockshaft, inch by inch. His prickhead seared her tonsils, then slowly slipped down her throat. She found her nose buried in his pissy-smelling reddish pubic hair. It was as if she'd swallowed a sword. She started to bob her head, sucking gently, using her lips and tongue as she'd learned to through practice on scores of teenaged cocks throughout her high school years.
"That's better," Red said. He rubbed the cold side of the pistol barrel against her cheek as she moved up and down. "Yeah, suck that hot prick! Christ, you're better than I thought. You know what you're doing, bitch." He let her blow him, watching her closely a minute, then resting back on his elbows and relaxing. His prick throbbed in her mouth, flexing hard every so often.
"Hey, you two monkeys down there!" Red called. "Quit jerking on those stubby little things and listen up. Which one of you two is this bitch's sister? It seems I forgot."
"Me," Buster said.
"I thought so," Red said. "Your face looks just like her cunt." He laughed to himself. "Get up here, cunt-face, and let's see if you know more what to do with that thing than jack on it."
Buster scrambled up the steps behind Wanda, panting like a dog. "You want me to fuck her?" he said expectantly.
"No, I want you to stand on your pecker," Red said.
Buster grunted: "Huh?"
"You half-wit," Red said. "What in the hell do you think I want you to do with her? You see, I get a charge out of watching a boy fuck his own sister."
"I'll fuck her all right!" Buster said.
"Not so fast, shithead! First I wanna see you blow her. I wanna see your face all pasty with her fishy cunt-slime. Get licking, little boy. Push your face right up there between her legs, where you'll be putting your pecker."
Buster got down and started sniffing Wanda's pussy like a dog. "It stinks," he muttered.
"Just like your mouth," Red said. "Get licking!"
Buster's nimble tongue slithered up and down the edges of Wanda's blonde-furred cuntlips. He was breathing loudly. But he kept licking, his tongue moving deeper between her pussy slabs. Suddenly, he let out a low growl and spread her cuntlips with his thumbs. Then he started to lap with long, hard strokes. He mashed his mouth to her cunt hole and sucked, growling hungrily. His tongue slipped up her cunt and he licked her out deep. He twisted his head, as if he wanted to bury it inside her pussy.
Wanda saw stars. She felt her eyes roll. She jerked her head up and down, sucking Red's cock in earnest, sucking him so well that he had to slow her down with the cold barrel of his pistol against her cheek. Her loins filled with fuck-tingles, a result of the cunt-sucking of her own kid-brother!
"Okay, pussy-sucker, that's enough!" Red said. "I said, that's enough! Unless you want your monkey-nuts shot off."
Buster pushed away from Wanda's pussy as if it had been sucking him instead of him sucking it. He straightened up behind her, panting hard.
"Boy, you got pussy slime all over your face, and yellow hairs too. Now your face really does look like a pussy." Red guffawed. "Well, what're you waiting for, monkey? Mount that bitch sister of yours. Let's see what you can do."
Buster gibbered to himself as he grabbed Wanda's ass and started thrusting wildly and blindly at her crotch. Red laughed as he watched, telling the boy not to lose his cum-load before he got his prick properly anchored. Buster found Wanda's pussy hole and rammed his cock straight up it. His belly collided with her ass and he started to hump rapidly, pistoning his cock and making his belly smack her ass like a clapping hand.
"Jesus Christ!" Red said. "Excited little bastard, ain't you? Wish I could get that excited over a plain old pussy, like I used to get about a hundred years ago. I can still get that excited, boy, but I've gotta work a little more to get there. It's a little more complicated when a man gets older. Sometimes he's gotta draw blood to get really worked up."
Wanda was fast becoming delirious. Buster's hard young prick pistoned so fast that her pussylips sizzled. The boy had only six inches of hard cockmeat, but that didn't prevent him from pumping her fuck-hole full of such pleasure that she swore she'd never felt so good. She realized that the size of a cock didn't matter so much-it was how the cock was used that mattered-and her kid brother sure knew how to use every inch he had. She groaned, rubbing her ass against his pounding belly, churning her tight cunt on his fucking cock, squeezing her hot female juices onto his fat young balls. She was going to come-and soon!
"All right, bitch, move that head!" Red growled, pressing the pistol barrel hard against her temple. "Make that thing come, and make it come fast, or I'll blow your fucking head off!"
Wanda whimpered with sudden fear. She churned her tongue against the back of Red's long prick as she swallowed his fuck-sword again and again, feeling the hot cockrod slide deep into her gullet. The long prick quivered and jumped in her mouth as she excited it. She made a tight ring of her sliding lips, and they rippled over the man's bulging prick veins.
"Oh, mannnn!" Buster growled. "Oh, wowwww!" He jerked against her ass as if he'd lost all control of his loins. His fingernails clawed her ass like a hawk's talons.
"Fuck her, boy!" Red said. "Fuck your sister! Fuck the shit out of her, you little bastard!"
"Yeah!" Buster muttered. "Yeah, yeah!" He started slapping her ass hard.
Wanda gasped, her ass seared by her brother's vicious slapping. She had to be careful not to bite Red's cock off. Buster suddenly had the strength of a man. As his hand cracked across her asscheeks, it felt as if he were burning the skin off her.
"Give it to her, Buster!" Teddy yelled, the words bursting from his mouth as if he could no longer contain them. "Fuck her!"
Buster started clawing at Wanda's back, at her flanks, at her belly and tits. It was as if he were trying to skin her alive. He fucked his prick in and out of her cunt, slammed his tight belly against her ass, grunted and gasped and panted as if he'd completely lost his mind. His prick flexed inside her pussy and started to shoot.
"Awwwww!" the boy whined, jerking against Wanda's ass as he poured his molten fuck-load deep into her ravaged cunt. "Maaaannn!"
Wanda gasped with the powerful spurts, felt them drill right up into her womb. The heat of the boy's jism surprised her, thrilled her. As her brother's cock flexed and spurted in her cunt, her cuntal walls automatically clutched his cock, milking it, pleasuring it. The vibrations of Buster's cock passed into her own fuck-meat and her loins filled with wild throbs and maddening tingles. The fuck-tension reached a head and exploded. She whimpered with ecstasy as the spasms overwhelmed her.
"Suck!" Red gasped. "Suck, suck, oh shit!" He arched up, ramming his skinny prick into the depths of Wanda's gullet. His prick turned steel hard and started to flex. His cum gushed down Wanda's throat and choked her. "Swallow it! Goddamn it, swallow it!"
The man's cum was bitter. Wanda couldn't stop gagging, but she had to swallow the slimy jism. As Red worked his cum-spurting prick between her lips and against her tonsils, he rubbed the pistol barrel against her cheek, as if the barrel were another prick he was nibbing off on her skin. His cum ran out like melted rancid " butter, sliding down Wanda's throat and into her stomach.
If Wanda hadn't been in the throes of orgasmic pleasure, she would have vomited, she was sure. But her pussy contracted repeatedly, saturated with an intense fuck-itch that the friction of her brother's prick relieved instantly.
"Ohhh, mannnn!" Buster groaned, and he slid off Wanda as if completely spent.
"Where you going, boy?" Red growled, still working his cock in Wanda's throat, feeding her the last drops of his bitter fuck-juice. "You think you can slide down them steps and disappear on me? No sir, boy, you ain't done yet. You've gotta clean up that hole you just fucked-just like you cleaned it up before you fucked it. Lick it out, you little bastard!"
Buster groaned as he moved close to Wanda again and started licking out her jism-filled cunt hole. He mumbled to himself, using the word "yuk" every few seconds, which made Red chuckle with satisfaction. Red pulled his long, soft cock out of Wanda's throat and out of her mouth. Then he gave her a few slaps across the face with his slimy prick.
The door above opened and the sun glared in like a prison spotlight switched on at night. A hulking figure stepped in front of the sunlight and resembled the silhouette of a bear.
"Hey, Red, you filthy bastard! Haul that sow-meat up here! Learn to share, man!"
"I don't take orders from you," Red growled.
"Hey, Boss, he's shooting off his mouth again, the old fart! He won't come up."
"Has he killed any of 'em yet?" yelled the boss.
The hulking figure peered down into the hold. "I don't think so, Boss."
"Red!" shouted the boss. "Bring up the prisoners."
Chapter Four
Up on deck, the boss sat behind the wheel of the shrimp boat on a tall stool. He smoked a cigar, looking cool and relaxed as he steered the boat, his face shaded by his Panama hat. "Better tie 'em up, boys."
Pedro and Red worked as a quick and efficient team, as if they'd spent most of their lives tying up prisoners. They sat Teddy and Buster down, tied their bands behind them, then bound them to a large box constructed of rough wood slats. The boys sat there, red-faced and angry looking, their pricks sticking straight up in th air. As the two men turned their backs on the boys, Pedro let out a loud fart explode in their faces. From his stool, the boss stopped puffing his cigar and laughed. The boys turned blue trying to hold their breaths.
Wanda was pushed down against another box and tied up like the two boys, her hands behind her back. Unlike the boys, however, her ankles were bound, too. The men forced her legs apart until she winced from the stretch, then shackled her ankles with ropes to rusty iron rings that had been set into the deck. The deck was decorated with other iron rings, some of which had chains attached to them, with iron bracelets at the ends of the chains. It was evident that Wanda and her companions hadn't been the first people bound to the deck of this shrimp boat.
Phoebe suddenly made a break for it, but Pedro's big hairy arm shot out with amazing speed and his hand wrapped around her neck. He yanked her back as if she weighed as little as a plastic doll and crushed her to his enormous belly.
"We throw you to the sharks later, girl," Pedro said, staring straight into Phoebe's face. "After we have our fun with you. Why feed yourself to these big sharks now? You don't wanna have some fun first?" He spit brown juice in her face and knocked her flat on her ass.
Phoebe lay there, stunned and whimpering as Red stretched her out on the deck and bound her arms above her head with the iron bracelets attached to chains. Pedro shackled her ankles with other bracelets, spreading her legs wide before clapping the bracelets on. Phoebe's pointed tits heaved. Brown slime ran down her cheeks, small flecks of tobacco in the slime. She stared at the sky, dazed and whimpering.
"You dirty filthy bastard!" Marian suddenly exploded, charging Pedro like a football lineman. She bounced off him and hit the deck as if he'd slugged her.
Pedro straightened up from bending over Phoebe and turned around as if he'd felt a draft and wanted to see who'd opened the door. He looked down at Marian. "What you doing down there, girl? Maybe you can't wait to get fucked, huh?"
"I'd rather die than touch you, pig!" Marian said through clenched teeth.
Pedro spat tobacco juice at her, just missing her face as she turned it to the side.
"Big mouth," Pedro said. "Big mouth, just like the big tits, the big ass. Lots of meat on the sow's
ass and tits, just the way Pedro likes it. And the red hair, its like the red flag for the bull, and Pedro's the bull." He grunted, scuffing his feet on the deck like a bull making ready to charge.
"Make her a cow for me, Red. The bull likes the cow."
Red grabbed Marian by her hair and yanked her up to her hands and knees. He held her head up by the hair, making her gasp as he nearly snapped her neck. "Here's your cow, you dirty bastard."
Pedro smiled as he unbuckled his khaki trousers and let them drop to the deck. He stepped out of them, stark naked, revealing thick black fur all over his ass and legs, thicker even than on his back and belly. His enormous uncut cock hung over a pair of balls the size of a bull's. As his cock throbbed up to a full erection his foreskin peeled back half off the cockhead, revealing the wet purple meat of his prick-knob, which looked as if it had been dipped in a slimy cheese sauce. He lowered himself to his knees in front of Marian and started rubbing his cock in her face, smearing her face with the slime.
Marian gagged as if she would vomit.
"Jesus Christ!" the boss said. "I can smell that thing all the way over here. Smells like shrimp that've rotted to juice. You never wash that thing, do you, Pedro?"
"Just when the girls wash it for me. Boss--with their tongue." Pedro mashed his swollen cock-knob to Marian's mouth and tried to force it in.
Marian's face turned redder than her hair. She held her teeth clenched, her lips as if they'd been sewn shut. Pedro's slimy cockhead ground against her mouth.
"Open," Pedro said.
"I'll make her open up," Red said. He stiffened his middle finger and rammed it between her asscheeks, then forced it up her asshole.
Marian's mouth gaped as she gasped, and Pedro's cock stuffed it. Hardly more than the cockhead was inside, but Marian's lips looked like rubber bands ready to snap. As Pedro forced more of his cock inside, Marian's face went from red to blue. The spit gushed from her mouth and dripped from Pedro's hairy balls.
"See how she washes it, Boss," Pedro said. "With her spit. Now she must use her tongue to lick under the skin." Pedro pinched Marian's cheeks until she started doing what he'd ordered-licking out the filth under his foreskin.
"Ahhhh!'' Pedro sighed, wiggling his fat ass, working his cock in Marian's mouth. "The feeling! Ahhhhh!"
"Give her your stinking juice," Red said, "Shoot it down her throat and poison her."
"Later," Pedro said. "The bull likes the cow best from the other end." He jerked his prick out of Marian's mouth and she gagged hard. As he moved around behind her, his prick wagging like a dripping salami, Marian vomited.
"Damn bitch!" Red said. He stomped his foot in the pool of vomit and lifted it to smear the vomit on Marian's face.
Marian shuddered with sobs, her face a mess with her own vomit. As Pedro drove his cock between her cuntlips and forced it inside her, she screeched. Red shoved his foot in her open mouth, feeding her his filthy toes and her own vomit. Pedro grunted, exploding her cherry and ramming his cock in to the hilt. As Pedro groaned with pleasure, Marian writhed and shook and whimpered. Without waiting, Pedro started to drive his huge fuck-spike in and out.
"I smell blood," Red said. He yanked his foot out of Marian's mouth and went around behind her to inspect. "Yeah, man, you really ripped her!"
The blood was trickling out of Marian's cunt and down her legs as Pedro rammed his cock in and out. Pedro resembled a grizzly bear mounted on a tiny girl. His hairy balls dripped with Marian's cherry-blood. He grunted as he humped, his huge bulk laboring as he fucked his cock in her cunt.
"Jesus Christ!" the boss said. "You busted another one, Pedro, you lucky dog. Why is it you always get hold of the virgins? Of all these three, she looked like the biggest whore. I wonder if these other pussy-lickers are virgins."
"The blonde ain't," Red said. "Her little brother drilled out her cunt but good down in the hold. If she's still got any cherry left after that, then she grew it in the last five minutes."
The boss looked over toward Buster. "That right, boy? You fucked your own sister?"
"Yeah," Buster said, not taking his eyes off Marian as Pedro raped her.
Both he and Teddy were squirming, their young pricks throbbing and flexing against their bellies, the fuck-lube bubbling out. With their hands tied behind themselves, they were unable to jerk off as they watched the hot scene in front of them.
"How did it feel?" the boss said.
"Great," Buster said. "Hey, untie me, huh? I won't run away."
The boss laughed. "You've got balls, boy. I'll say that for you. I like that. But we ain't untying you, at least not yet."
Pedro grunted and slobbered, his hairy hand clamped around Marian's hips, his huge battering-ram cock fucking in and out of her cunt. The blood flow from her ravaged pussy had slowed, and now it was mixed with pussy juice, so the fluid running down her legs looked pink instead of scarlet.
"Red, you pig," Pedro said. "You dirty Pig."
Red had crouched down like a cat and was lapping up Marian's cherry blood. He dipped his fingers in the blood and rubbed it on his cock and balls. His cock stiffened, standing out like a long arrow.
"Ugh!" Pedro was grunting loudly, his bulk pounding Marian's ass. If he hadn't been holding her, he would have knocked her ten feet across the deck. "Ugh! Ugh!"
Marian squirmed helplessly, her face contorted, her eyes rolling. It was impossible to determine whether she was feeling excruciating pain or unbearable pleasure. Her tits swung heavily under her, like milk-inflated udders, her cherries purplish and swollen, her nipples like red fingertips. She kept moaning, gasping, grunting. Her fingers and toes clawed at the deck.
Pedro humped, rammed. Red lapped up Marian's cherry-blood and jacked himself off. Buster and Teddy humped at the air as they watched Pedro pleasuring his cock.
The sight of all this vicious male lust disgusted Wanda. The way these men took pleasure in Marian's pain and degradation was sick. If she'd had a gun, she would have killed them all, including her vicious little brother. She felt a tickle between her legs and looked down. Pussy juice trickled from her open cunt hole. She saw her pussy pulsing. Suddenly she realized that her loins were throbbing with excitement. God, she was as bad as the men-excited by the sadistic rape of Marian.
Pedro snorted, his eyes rolled back, his huge body pounding Marian's cunt. He caught his breath sharply and shook violently, then groaned as he fired his cum into Marian's cunt.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Bitch cow! Oh, the pleasure!"
Marian started jerking, her face contorted now with what could only be interpreted as pleasure, as ecstasy. As the bloody fluid ran from her spasming cunt and down her legs. Red reached in and caught it, slurping it up, rubbing it on his face, between his legs, on his balls and
without bothering to remove his pants, his black boots or his Panama hat, the boss got down between Phoebe's legs, his huge prick throbbing wildly and dripping fuck-lube. Phoebe took one look at his cock and went pale. She started to squirm, fighting her bonds.
"No, please!" she whimpered. "Oh God no, not that!" The cock that was about to fuck her made Buster's cock, the cock that had taken her cherry, look like a little finger. Phoebe screamed, writhing hysterically as the boss lowered himself and shoved his cock between her legs.
The boss chuckled. "What a tiger you are, little girl! Too bad you're all tied down with chains, ain't it? Yeah, keep screaming and wiggling like that-it turns me on." He rotated his ass, slowly grinding his cockhead against Phoebe's pussy. As his fist-sized knob forced apart her cunt slabs, Phoebe screeched tike a girl being murdered.
"Split her in half, boss! "Red said. He reclined on the deck, watching closely, as if hoping to see more blood run.
Pedro had knocked Marian forward into her own vomit. Now he was sitting beside her, rubbing her face in it as he watched the boss rape Phoebe.
"Please!" Phoebe wailed, twisting her head from side to side. "Oh God, noooooo!" The boss's white teeth showed in a grimace of sadism and pleasure as he forced his cockhead into Phoebe's tight little cunt. Phoebe banged her head again and again on the deck, as if trying to knock herself unconscious.
"Yeahhhhh!" the boss growled, and he rammed his cock up Phoebe's crotch until his groin jolted hers and their pubic bones cracked together.
Phoebe arched up, screaming silently, her mouth wide open. Then she started to gibber as if she'd completely lost her mind. The boss started to fuck his cock in and out.
"You got her cherry, boss," Red said. "Look at the blood!"
"No he didn't," Buster said. "I already took it."
The boss looked up from his fucking and gave Buster a cold glance. "Dumb little shit! Maybe somebody oughta cut off that itchy little cock of yours before you bust every cherry within a hundred miles." He looked back down into Phoebe's pain-racked face, his face taking on a smile again as he fucked his cock in and out of her.
Wanda couldn't believe that the boss's cock was actually penetrating Phoebe's cunt. The fuck-spike resembled a baseball bat jutting from the boss's loins and sliding in and out of Phoebe's hugely stretched cunt hole. Phoebe squirmed as if she'd been impaled up the ass on a fence post. Her mouth gaped, emitting high-pitched gasps and whimpers. Her tits stood up like stiff cones, her cherries glowing red. The boss settled down on her, pressing his muscular slabs of chest muscle to her tits, and she thrust her tits upward at him, rubbing her stiff nipples against his flesh.
"Yeahhhhhh!" the boss growled. "Ohhhh, yeahhhhh!" He fucked his cock in and out, making the pink fluid leak from her torn pussy hole. His cock squished rhythmically inside her as her cunt got juicier and juicier.
Red crawled on his belly toward the fucking couple. He pushed his face close, sniffing, studying the rape at close range. "Christ, she's foaming down there. Boss. You're churning up a sweet pink foam."
"Oh, yeahhhhh!" the boss moaned, writhing on top of Phoebe, grinding his hard body down on her petite form. "She's a hot little bitch, she is. Oh, shit!" The boss looked delirious as he fucked faster and faster, grunting like a bull. It appeared that he was trying to grind Phoebe into the deck.
She lay under him helplessly, squeaking an gasping, her dark eyes open wide. Her toes clutched at the balls of her feet. Suddenly she started to shriek. "Oh, oh, oh, eeeeeeh!" her toes flexed and clutched, flexed and clutched. Her arms and legs shook. "Uhhhhhhh!"
"Goddamn!" the boss moaned. "Shit!" He fucked his cock furiously in her squeezing, foaming cunt. "She's coming, oh shit!" A tremor shook the long columns of muscle along his spine and he rammed his cock in like a torpedo. He arched back, his eyes wild, and he jerked hard, groaning and bellowing with abandon.
Phoebe squealed, gasping and jerking as th boss's hot cum shot deep into her spasming pussy. "Ohhhhh!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, oooh!"
Suddenly Buster was jerking, his young cock pulsing and quivering as thick white jism bubbled out of it and creamed his heaving brown stomach. He squirmed helplessly, unable to touch his spasm-racked cock as it spurted spontaneously. His eyes, trained on the rape scene, just about popped out of his head.
The boss squeezed out the last of his pleasure and cum and pushed away from Phoebe. As he got up, blood stains were visible on his white pants. His huge cock, frosted with cum and blood-tinged pussy juice, dangled out of his fly, no longer hard, but hanging eight inches in length just the same.
Wanda drooled so heavily that the spit escaped the corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin onto her tits. The boss spotted her gazing with hunger at his prick. He clomped over, dangling his cock in her face, sneering down at her. Wanda's lust overcame her pride and she muttered with excitement as she started to lick the biggest, sexiest cock she'd ever laid eyes on. Even soft, she could hardly get his colossal cock in her mouth. She sucked on the cock head until her throat gradually relaxed and she could swallow every inch of the bloody, slimy fucker. Her head whirled inside, her senses drunk on the scent and taste of pussy, blood, cock and cum. She found herself grunting, sucking the boss's huge deflated cock like a calf sucking a cow's tit.
"That's enough, bitch." said the boss. "It's clean now."
He tried to withdraw his cock, but Wanda wouldn't let go. She sucked hard, wanting to bite the huge thing off and swallow it. She growled like a dog with a bone, sucking, sucking, sucking.
"Goddamn you, don't bite it off!" the boss said. "Let go, damn it!"
As he put his hand on her forehead an forced his cock out of Wanda's mouth, Wanda felt the beginnings of an orgasm in her pussy. The boss swore again as he slapped his prick back and forth across her face.
Wanda exploded with spasms, her pussy juice bubbling onto the deck between her widely spread legs, the painful pleasure surging through her body. She whined like a mating she-cat.
"Well, for Christsake!" The boss rammed th pointed toe of his black boot against Wanda's pulsating pussymeat and twisted it hard. "You goddamn little nympho bitch!" As he nearly shoved the toe of his boot up into her spasming cunt, he kept slamming her across the face with his heavy cock, nearly knocking her senseless.
Pedro had Marian by the hair. He dragged her across the deck. "You want your boot cleaned, boss?"
"Why thank you, Pedro. You're damned thoughtful." The boss shoved the toe of his boot in Marian's face.
Pedro nearly ripped Marian's red hair out, "Lick, girl!"
Marian whimpered, lapping Wanda's pussy cream off the toe of the boss's boot. When she finished, Pedro dragged her over to the two boys and made her lick the cum off their bellies, cocks, and balls. The boys moaned, still excited despite their orgasms.
"Make her blow me," Buster said to Pedro.
"Shut up, or I make you blow her bloody cunt hole," Pedro said. He dragged Marian away by the hair and threw her down in her own vomit again. "Now lick this, girl. Clean up our deck."
Marian nearly vomited again as she was forced to lick up her own vomit.
Between Phoebe's legs, Red lay on his belly, growling as he licked her bloody pussy juice off the deck. Then he started to lick her cunt. He stopped when Phoebe started gibbering with obvious pleasure, but not before he bit her clit and made her cry out in pain.
Chapter Five
From the position of the sun, Wanda guessed the shrimp boat was moving south. At one point, there was some excitement on board when Red spotted a small craft near the eastern horizon. At first Wanda thought it must be The Bull Run, but immediately realized that The Bull Run was cruising far to the west of and slightly behind the shrimp boat, keeping just within sight. All three men studied the boat to the east with binoculars.
"Nice little piece of merchandise," the boss said.
"I don't see no women," said Red.
"Maybe the women are down below, eating pussy pie," said Pedro. "Like I caught these three here."
"Do we take it. Boss?" said Red.
The boss studied the distant boat a few more seconds, then said: "I sure would like to get my hands on that piece of merchandise, but I don't think we should risk going after her. There's only three of us, with Steve off on the other boat, and we got all this human cargo to keep an eye on. You remember what a close call we had the last time we tried to take two at once."
"We'll help," said Buster. "Won't we, Teddy?"
Teddy glanced at Buster as if he'd lost his mind. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Just give us some guns," Buster said.
The boss lowered his binoculars and laughed. "Now he wants a gun," the boss said, drawing laughter from Red and Pedro. "I'd give you a gun, boy, except I'm afraid you'd end up blowing your dirty little pecker off."
The men put down their binoculars, and Red kept a periodic check on the boat to the east, but they talked no more about it.
An hour later, the boys started complaining they were thirsty. Pedro produced a large wineskin and shot a stream of wine into the boys' mouths, laughing as the boys first choked on it, then lapped thirstily at the wine stream as it shot not only into their mouths, but all over their faces as well. Within minutes both boys were giggling and slurring their words, their faces and bodies sticky with drying wine.
"I wanna fuck," Buster said drunkenly, and Teddy started mumbling that he wanted to fuck, too.
The boss looked over from behind the wheel. "If you two liquored-up runts don't quiet down, we'll throw the both of you down in the hold."
The sun beat down, and the only breeze came from the slow crawling of the shrimper across the soupy green water. The air reeked of rotted fish and brine, and of wine. Pedro drank from his skin from time to time, sharing grudgingly with Red. As Wanda watched the men drink, as she smelled the sweet scent, she swallowed, becoming thirstier and thirstier. Finally, she couldn't restrain herself.
"Could I have a drink of water, please?" she said.
Pedro and Red stopped drinking and turned their ugly faces toward her. Both men were still stark naked, the sweat trickling down their faces and bodies.
Wanda swallowed with difficulty, her throat as dry as sandpaper. She regretted having opened her mouth.
"Why sure, girl," Pedro said. "I was just thinking, maybe the little blonde one needs a drink." He shoved the wineskin into Red's hands. "Don't drink it all, pig." Then he ambled toward Wanda, his heavy cock swinging. "Here, girl, some water for you." He thrust his hairy paw into her hair and got a tight grip.
Wanda gasped in pain, and Pedro stuffed his floppy, uncut cock into her mouth. He waited until she'd stopped choking and immediately began to piss. Wanda gasped, gagged, choked. The man's piss filled her throat, her mouth. It rushed up through her nasal passages and burned them. It gushed out of her mouth and ran down her neck and tits.
"Drink," Pedro said, nearly tearing her hair out. "Drink!"
His piss gushed out. Tears ran from Wanda's eyes. She couldn't stop choking. The acrid piss kept being sucked up into her nasal passages until it was running out of her nose. She swallowed piss in self-defense, to keep from choking to death, to keep from drowning. It was like drinking acid.
"Ahhhh!" Pedro sighed. "Relief. Ahhhh!"
He ground his balls against Wanda's chin, crushed her nose with his stinking hairy groin, dangling his cock down her gullet and emptying his bladder. When he pulled out, the piss was still dribbling from his cock. He beat his cock back and forth across Wanda's face, his piss still flying.
Wanda sobbed, her nose and throat and eyes burning. She gagged repeatedly for several seconds after Pedro had left her. Pedro's main concern now was retrieving his wineskin.
"Here, you fat gorilla," Red said.
He left Pedro holding the wineskin and went over to stand above Phoebe. He put his foot on her face, clawed his toes into her nostrils, and forced her to open her mouth. His piss streamed out, splashing all over his naked foot and Phoebe's chin before finding her gaping mouth. Then her mouth filled with piss, quickly overflowing.
Though Phoebe appeared half unconscious with shock, she managed to work her throat. She gagged, vomiting out as much piss as she managed to swallow, but she apparently satisfied Red, because he stopped tormenting her when his bladder was empty.
Phoebe lay there, panting and gagging, a pool of yellow piss under her head and shoulders.
"Hey, we gotta piss, too," Buster said, his upright prick red and bulging with veins.
"So piss," Red growled. "All over your worthless little bellies."
"Wait a minute," Pedro said. He went over and untied Marian's leash. She wore a dog collar now, with a leash. Pedro yanked the leash, choking Marian as he forced her to her hands and knees. "Come on, bitch-girl." He made her crawl like a dog until she was nearly on top of Buster. "Suck on that kid's stinky little prick, bitch-girl!" He leaned over and cracked Marian viciously across the ass.
With a gasp, Marian crouched down and swallowed Buster's stiff cock. Buster sneered sadistically and began to piss. Marian gagged, her face turning purple, Buster's hot piss escaping her mouth and bathing his hairless balls.
Pedro cracked Marian across the ass again. "Dumb stupid slut! Drink his piss! Drink it!" His hairy paw slammed across her ass again, leaving a glowing handprint.
Whimpering, Marian swallowed, glugging down Buster's load of piss. Buster sighed, pissing for nearly a minute before Marian stopped swallowing.
"Now this one," Pedro said. He jerked on Marian's leash, choking her again, and pulled her in front of Teddy.
Marian sucked up Teddy's cock before Pedro had to tell her to. She gagged as Teddy's piss shot into her mouth but she swallowed fast, losing hardly any piss and avoiding another savage swat across her ass by Pedro. Teddy squirmed as he pissed, working his partially hard cock in her mouth as if he were trying to bring himself to orgasm at the same time he was pissing.
"Hey, Boss, you gotta piss?" Pedro yanked Marian away from Teddy, and the last few squirts of piss shot out on the boy's stomach.
"I guess I could stand to unload," the boss said. He reached in his fly and pulled out his huge, salami-like cock.
Pedro dragged Marian across the deck, her tits swinging, her ass waving in the air. "Here's the toilet. Boss." He made Marian rise to her knees and open her mouth.
"Thank you. Pedro." The boss slid off his stool. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he stuffed his cock in Marian's waiting mouth. His piss started to flow. "Ahhh, nothing like a good piss."
Wanda felt a pang of envy. She'd nearly died drinking Pedro's piss, but she felt a perverse hunger for the boss's. She watched Marian munching on the boss's magnificent cock and gulping down his piss, and she thought that it wasn't fair that Marian, a lesbian, should get to drink the golden piss from that stallion of a man. She licked her lips, salivating, and she realized that the boss was watching her. He smirked maliciously, and Wanda quickly looked away. She hated the man as much as she lusted for him.
The sun slowly crept toward the west and grew weaker. The hint of a breeze began wafting over the deck of the chugging shrimp boat. Islands appeared in the distance, but Wanda had no way of knowing whether these were Florida keys or parts of some other island chain. For all she knew, the boat might no longer be in the Atlantic, but might have slipped into the Gulf of Mexico. There were thousands of islands in this part of the world, most of them wild and uninhabited. Even if by some miracle, she and her companions were set free now and given their boat back, Wanda wouldn't know what course to set, and they might drift around lost for days.
The boss sat at his stool behind the wheel and smoked a cigar as he calmly guided the shrimp boat across the green water, the surface of which had begun to ripple as the breeze picked up and became stronger. Pedro and Red, sitting cross-legged on the deck, played with dice, swearing at each other when the dice fell against them, laughing when the dice fell for them. Their two long pricks--Red's like a skinny snake, Pedro's like a dark weasel--dangled over their fat balls and lay on the wood deck. The two men continued to squirt wine into their upturned open mouths, and were slowly getting louder and drunker. The boss glanced their way from time to time and laughed.
Wanda was the only one of her group still awake. Phoebe lay stretched out face-up, her legs spread, her arms above her head, her wrists and ankles braceleted, iron chains holding her down. She slept with her mouth open, dried piss on her face, a slimy mixture of cum and blood trickling from her cunt. Marian lay on her side, curled up, sleeping like a dog with the brown leather collar around her neck and her leash secured to an iron ring in the deck.
Buster and Teddy, bound seated next to Wanda, slept with their heads resting against the box behind them, their mouths open, their permanently hard young pricks twitching against their brown bellies. The boys' deep tans were turning almost black under the intense sun. Marian, despite the suntan lotion she'd slathered on herself, was turning as red as her hair. Phoebe, like Wanda, was tanning fast, but beginning to burn.
Wanda looked at the scene around her, the scene she was part of, and wondered if she might be hallucinating. The colors of the sea and sky glowed as the sun slipped gradually toward the west. The naked flesh of her companions gleamed as if oiled, ranging in color from Marian's lobster-red hue to Buster's nearly black. Wanda thought she must be looking at a scene painted by some mad artist, an artist with a filthy, sadistic imagination.
Strangely, Wanda was living out daydreams she had often engaged in. She'd many times imagined herself as a naked slave to a group of dirty, sadistic men, bound and abused, used by the men for their perverse sexual pleasure-and her own. How many times had she jerked herself off to such fantasies? Maybe this was why she felt less fear than seemed reasonable. She really ought to be trembling, or passed out with shock-but she wasn't. Her guts clutched with a constant, low-tension anxiety, but even this hint of fear became a form of sexual excitement. Here she was, stripped naked, bound to a wooden crate on the deck of a stinking shrimp boat, her legs spread in a near split, her cunt open and wet, tight and throbbing.
She squirmed against her restraints, wishing she could rub her throbbing wet cunt against the deck and bring herself off again. She toyed with the idea of taunting the three men until one of them raped her out of spite, but she feared that doing so might get her more than a hot cock up the cunt. There was no telling what these three men might do to her, or to her companions. She feared that murder was a crime these lawless men, these pirates, might have committed more than a few times.
Wanda remembered reading about modem-day pirates in some popular magazine a while back. This part of the world-around Florida and the Bahamas, and the Gulf of Mexico- was supposedly infested with them. The pirates preyed on yachts and smaller cruisers, taking what they could find and often leaving behind no traces of either the boats or their passengers. Occasionally, bloated bodies were found floating, but more often than not the unfortunate victims vanished without a trace. She'd found the article disturbing, though somewhat unbelievable. After all, this was the late twentieth century, wasn't it? Pirates belonged to the days of sailing ships, not to the days of robots and computers.
"Okay, you winos, shape up. Steve's signaling." At the sound of the boss's words, Red and Pedro dropped their dice and staggered to their feet. They both took up binoculars and trained them on The Bull Run, which was no more than a small bobber on the western horizon, just outside the pathway of glaring sunlight that poured over the sea toward the shrimp boat.
Wanda thought she detected a few flickers of orange light from The Bull Run, but she couldn't swear by it. She strained her eyes, but Pedro stepped between her and The Bull Run, and all she could see now was his huge hairy ass.
"He's going in first. Boss," Red said. "He thinks it's all clear."
"Good," the boss said. "Keep a close watch on him."
As Red and Pedro kept their binoculars up, following he progress of the distant boat, the boss glanced toward Wanda. "We're almost there, honey. Get ready, 'cause Steve loves blondes." He rubbed his cock through his white pants. "And you know what? So do I."
The boss chuckled, shoving his cigar back in his mouth and puffing on it as he steered the chugging shrimp boat toward "there," wherever "there" was.
Wanda's cunt throbbed to the rhythm of the boat's engine, as did her heart, and her guts.
Chapter Six
The island was isolated. No other island lay in sight in any direction. It was a large island, with a sand beach on its eastern shore and thick tropical vegetation forming an impenetrable-looking wall behind the beach. As the boat circled the island once, the pirates carefully scanning the dense mangrove forest that grew into the water off its other three shores, Wanda wondered how this could possibly be their destination. Were they going to anchor just off the beach, then set up camp on the thin stretch of sand? And if so, why were they coming here at all? They could all just as easily remain on the shrimp boat during the coming night. And where was The Bull Run? The shrimp boat was on its second pass around the island when the boss turned it directly toward the mangrove thicket on the western side. As the shrimper neared the dense growth, Wanda realized there was an opening in the mangrove, an opening undetectable from just a hundred feet out. The boss suddenly held his pistol over his head and fired it twice.
Marian, Phoebe and the two boys jerked awake, Phoebe with a scream. As Red growled at her to shut up, two shots cracked from the interior of the island. Phoebe screamed again, and Red staggered over and clawed her cunt with his ragged toenails, telling her to shut her trap or he'd cut her throat. Then Pedro moved toward Phoebe, swaying on his hairy feet, and he spat a huge gob of brown, tobacco-flecked slime on her face. Meanwhile, the boss slowly brought the shrimp boat through the narrow opening in the mangrove and into a lagoon. The boat entered at a slight angle, and within seconds, the sea outside was no longer visible.
Wanda saw now that the large island was more water than island, the lagoon forming a huge pool within the confines of mangrove walls. The Bull Run was anchored just off a small beach at the lagoon's far end. Steve stood on the beach, waving.
Buster and Teddy kept exclaiming to each other about how neat a place this was as their wide-eyed faces turned this way and that. Wanda realized that to the two boys, this was all just one big adventure. They didn't fully realize what serious trouble they were in, or if they did, they didn't care.
"Any problems?" the boss yelled to Steve.
"Spotted a helicopter two hours back," Steve said. "But he disappeared quick enough, heading north. Probably some rich-assed oil man on his way back from his Nassau bank. Too bad we can't bring one of them birds down without blowing it to bits. I'd sure like to fly one of them babies."
"Where you gonna keep a helicopter?" Pedro said. "On deck here, Stevie?"
"Why not?" Steve said. "All we gotta do is throw you down in the hold and there'd be plenty of room on deck for my bird." Pedro laughed again. "Such a quick brain that boy has," he said as if to himself, shaking his head.
"So, what'd you find?" the boss said to Steve.
"Not much," Steve said. "Half a grand in cash. Lots of girls' underwear. Fruit and sandwiches. Suntan oil. You can have the cash. Boss. Red can have the suntan oil, and Pedro the food. I'll take the girls' underwear."
Pedro guffawed, and Red, after thinking seriously a few seconds, started chuckling.
"The boat'll bring a good price," the boss said as Red and Pedro laughed some more. "Let's set up camp, boys."
Setting up camp involved supervising the three girls as the girls carried heavy boxes off the shrimper, sliding the boxes down a plank from the shrimper to the beach. Red had picked up a leather belt and kept cracking it across the girls' asses, warning them not to drop anything in the water if they didn't want to get cut. Wanda broke a nail as she struggled with a box, and her curses of anger and disgust gained her a lash across the back that sent fire spreading over inch of her skin. As the girls were worked like slaves. Buster and Teddy were allowed to wander freely on shore, and were given bananas to eat.
"Some day these teenie dicks of yours grow big like these bananas," Pedro told the boys. "Big like Pedro's. But you gotta eat big, and you gotta fuck hard. You gotta learn how to handle the women." He snatched the belt out of Red's hand and shoved it at Buster. "Let's see what you know about handling the women."
Buster stopped rubbing his cock and snatched the belt from Pedro. He stuffed the rest of his banana in his mouth and threw away the peel, smiling wickedly as he chewed and showing the mass of half-chewed banana pulp in his mouth and clinging to his teeth. Suddenly, he sprang at Marian and started beating her, cracking the belt wherever it would fall-tits, belly, back, ass, legs.
Marian dropped her box on the sand and fell to the ground, writhing and screaming as Buster thrashed her. The welts the belt left on her skin matched the color of her hair. Wanda and Phoebe stood by, watching helplessly as Buster tortured Marian. Wanda wondered if she would be next, and she hated her vicious little brother and found herself excited by his savagery at the same time. His young prick stood up at an angle, glowing red and twitching as he danced around Marian, his muscles rippling, his dark skin shiny with sweat.
Steve and the boss stood by with grins on their faces. Pedro laughed. Red kept telling Buster to draw blood. For an instant, Wanda was aware of a remarkable likeness between Steve and the boss, as if Steve were a larger, older version of the boss. Were they brothers? Father and son maybe?
Marian screamed, begging Buster to stop. Her sunburn looked almost purple, crisscrossed with ugly red welts. The more she begged and shrieked and writhed, the harder and more rapidly Buster scourged her. The boy seemed to have lost his mind completely in a frenzy of sadism. His cock stood vertical, quivering, the fuck-lube bubbling from it and running down the veiny cockshaft.
"Hey punk, don't kill her," Steve said. "She won't be no fun dead."
"You tell 'em, Steve," said Pedro. "Ain't no fun to stick a hot prick in cold meat." He grabbed Buster's arm as it coiled back to deliver another flesh-tearing crack of the belt, "Okay, boy, you know how to use the whip, but do you know how to use your prick?"
Buster threw himself on Marian, growling like a mad dog. He crushed her down until she was lying flat on her belly, and he rammed his cock at her from behind. His cock disappeared between her legs, and he grunted as he began fucking it in and out of her cunt. Within seconds, his cock sounded like a toilet plunger inside the helpless young woman.
The men laughed, making jokes about Buster's wildness, about how he looked like an animal.
"You ever fuck the asshole?" Pedro said. "I bet you never fucked the asshole, boy."
Buster yanked his cock out of Marian's cunt. The blood-glutted young fuck-rod dripped with pussy cream, flashing in the sunlight for a moment like a sword before he buried it between Marian's asscheeks. The lust-crazed boy tore at her sunburned back with his fingernails as he rammed his iron-hard cock at her asshole. Marian's asshole tightened, clenched, resisted the boy's cock.
"Nooooo!" she screamed. "Oh God, noooo! Pleeeease!" She arched back, her face twisted with pain and horror and humiliation.
Buster caught her by the back of the neck with his teeth and her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her mouth gaped in a cry of agony as Buster forced his cock up her asshole. Buster's spit ran down her neck and shoulders as he held her with his teeth like a tomcat and began to fuck his prick in and out of her raped shitter.
The men cheered, clapping their hands and whooping. Teddy stood by watching, beating his young cock furiously. Pedro and Red sported huge hard-ons and began to stroke them. Suddenly Steve dropped his cut-off shorts and kicked them away. His prick was a near clone of the boss's-ten inches long, thick as a billy club, and gnarled with bulging veins. The boss took off his Panama hat and began to undress. With his hat off, he looked as blond as Steve, and his facial features resembled Steve's strongly. Both Steve and the boss began to jack on their over-grown cocks as they watched Buster fuck Marian's asshole.
Marian kept gasping, kept squirming, kept clawing at the sand with her fingers and toes as if desperately trying to escape from under the relentlessly humping boy. Her tortured-looking face ran with sweat. Buster gnawed the back of her neck, nearly tearing her flesh. He got his arms around her and started mauling her tits with his dirty-nailed fingers. As he clawed her nipples, she shrieked, calling Buster a pig-fucking bastard.
"He's a pig-fucker, all right," said Red. "And you're the fat-assed sow, lady." Red started snorting like a pig.
Pedro laughed. He worked his foreskin back and forth over his purplish prickhead. "That boy knows how to handle the women. That boy knows how to get the pleasure."
Buster was drenched in sweat, as if he'd just stepped out of the lagoon, dripping with saltwater. His back muscles stood out boldly as his loins worked, his asscheeks contracting and dimpling with amazing speed. He rammed his prick between Marian's sweaty asscheeks, grinding it inside her smoldering asshole, fucking her asshole raw. As he carried out his savage rape, he growled repeatedly. Suddenly, he started to buck and shiver.
"Uhhhh!" he moaned, his eyes becoming white slits. "Awwwww!"
Spasms visibly shook his body as he pumped his cum up Marian's ravaged asshole. He fucked madly, grinding his flexing cock inside the woman as he poured out his cum-load. After a dozen twisting fuck-thrusts, he rolled off Marian, looking almost as whipped as she did. His cock twitched against his brown belly, frosted with cum and pussy cream.
Teddy jumped on the woman, his cock like a dart hitting the bull's-eye. His cock fucked straight up her open asshole, and Marian, who had quieted down for a moment, started to gasp and whimper again. Teddy's eyes turned back with ecstasy as he pistoned his cock in Marian's jism-filled asshole.
"Look at that young tomcat fuck ass," mumbled the boss, stroking his gigantic cock. "And you wanted to cut these boys' throats, Red. Ain't it a lot more fun to watch 'em work over these bitches than to watch 'em bleed to death?"
"That's debatable." muttered Red, licking his lips as he watched Marian writhing on her belly in the sand while Teddy tortured her with his bone-hard young prick. "Make her bleed, boy. Fuck her till the blood's running out of her asshole."
"Ahhhhh!" Teddy growled, twisting and fucking and grinding his rampant boy-cock in the helpless woman's shithole. "Yeahhhhh, mmmnnn, yeahhhh!"
The boy threw himself at her again and again, slamming her with his body, knocking the wind out of her fucking his cock in as deep as it would go. Suddenly he started to shake, to jerk, to whimper as if he were being whipped.
"The stupid little shit's coming already," Red said. "Dumb trigger-happy little peckerhead."
"Ohhhhh!" Teddy gasped, delirious with pleasure, his eyes rolled back. "Oh shit!"
He bucked out of control, fucking his flexing boy-cock inside Marian and spurting his hot cum into her ass guts. After a dozen or so intense shudders, he collapsed on the woman, clinging to her, his cock buried to the balls inside her. His ass made twitching movements.
Marian gasped. "You fucking little asshole! I'll kill you!" She began to struggle violently, but Teddy rode her like a wrestler, pinning her to the sand.
The boy was giggling. Suddenly a yellow fluid bubbled out of Marian's asshole and ran down her crotch. Teddy was filling her ass with his piss.
"I'm not a toilet," Marian whimpered. "Damn you, I'm not a toilet!"
Red, talking to himself, stumbled forward and dropped down to his knees in front of Marian. He sat back on his heels, yanked Marian's head up by her hair, and started slapping his rigid prick back and forth across her face, his fuck-lube flicking off and clinging like glue to her cheeks. His cock began to spurt cum. Growling and swearing. Red grabbed his cock and pumped out his slimy cum-load all over Marian's face. He fucked his cock into her mouth and forced her to swallow whatever cum he hadn't yet pumped out. He looked as if he would topple over, drunk on wine and pleasure.
"Piss down her throat," Pedro said.
"What the hell you think I was gonna do?" Red growled without looking at Pedro. As Marian gagged and whimpered, a smile came over Red's ugly face. His yellow piss ran from Marian's mouth and bathed his balls. He yanked viciously at her hair. "Drink it, you bitch! You spit it out and I'll cut your worthless throat! Drink that piss!"
Red was still emptying his bladder into Marian's mouth when Teddy slipped his fucked-out, pissed-out cock from her asshole. Teddy's place was immediately taken by Buster, who jumped on Marian's ass and fucked his stiff cock into her asshole once more.
"I like this kind of toilet," Buster said, straining a little as he began piss through his stiff cock. "Ahhhhhh!"
Chapter Seven
"Damn, I'm getting blue balls!" Steve said. "If I don't get my cock up a hot cunt, I'm gonna double over!"
"Don't give us that shit, Stevie," said Pedro. "I seen you through the binoculars, beating off and sniffing the women's underwear."
"Like hell you did!" Steve said. After a pause, he laughed. "Hell, well maybe you did, but you never saw me come, because I held off. I was saving it."
"Which one you saving it for, Stevie?" said Pedro.
"Ll of 'em," Steve said. "But mainly for that one." He turned toward Wanda, fisting his cock, and Wanda felt as if all eyes were on her.
"How you want her?" Pedro asked.
"Over one of them crates," said Steve. "Spread out, face up."
Wanda let out a foolish scream as she was grabbed by Pedro and the boss. She knew it would be ridiculous to protest, or to resist in any way. These men would take whatever they wanted. Resistance or protest would only prolong the ordeal, or make it worse.
They threw her down on her back over a large crate, her head hanging off to one side of the crate, her legs hanging off the other side. Only her ass and back rested on the rough, slatted crate. They wound rope around her wrists and ankles. Her legs were spread and her ankles were tied to the crate slats near the ground. Her arms were spread and stretched out. The boss gave one wrist-rope to Buster and the other to Teddy, telling the boys to stretch the ropes tight. The boys stood to the sides of the crate, grinning maliciously as they stretched Wanda's arms out in a posture of crucifixion. She lay there panting, her head and legs hanging off opposite
sides of the crate, her tits and cunt thrust up in the air, her gut sucked in.
"Goddamn, what a sight!" Steve said. "I love blondes. I'm gonna enjoy plugging this bitch. Too bad I have to wait a while-till I make her smoother. Her crotch is so fucking hairy."
"Here's the pliers," Pedro said.
Wanda forced her head up, shocked to see Steve holding a large set of pliers and studying them. He pulled a few dark, kinky hairs off the teeth of the pliers.
"From the last bitch," Steve said to Wanda. "She was nowhere near as sexy as you. A brunette."
"She squirmed nice, though," said Pedro.
"Yeah," said Steve, reaching down to massage his cock.
"What you gonna do?" Buster said. "With them pliers?"
"Just watch," Steve said. "You might learn something." Wanda knew exactly what Steve was going to do, and she started to struggle even though she knew it was hopeless.
"Hold her tight-with both hands," the boss warned Buster and Teddy. "Keep them hands off them itchy cocks of yours for a while. You're worse than a couple of monkeys."
"Please don't," Wanda said, giving Steve a pleading look. She'd given the same look to scores of men and boys and had instantly had them in her power, melting like chocolate in her hand. "Please, Steve?"
Steve smiled. He slowly lowered the pliers-but not to her pussy. He closed the pliers gently around one of her nipples and applied pressure. Wanda gasped, then started to scream. Steve laughed and released her nipple. He shoved the pliers between her legs, caught a small clump of blonde cunt hair-and ripped.
Wanda shrieked, banging her head against the crate as the pain tortured the follicles of her ripped-out cunt hairs.
"Noooo!" she screamed. "Goddamn you, stop it!"
Steve got hold of some more hairs and ripped. Wanda thrashed, her crotch on fire. Tears blinded her. Snot ran from her nose.
"Free pussy hairs," Steve said. "Who wants free pussy hairs?"
"I'll take some," Buster said.
"Me too," said Teddy.
"Open your mouths," Steve said. "Hold them ropes." Steve dropped Wanda's pussy hair into her brother's mouth. He ripped some more hair out and, as Wanda writhed in pain, fed golden fur to Teddy. "Taste good, bugger-boys?"
"Yeah," said Buster, sucking on Wanda's pussy hair.
"I want more," said Teddy.
"You can have a whole mouthful," Steve said. "I'm gonna keep plucking till I get every one. I like my pussy naked."
"I didn't know you had a pussy," said Pedro, then broke into a titter. "What you do, shave your pussy, Stevie?"
Steve ignored Pedro's stupid jokes and started plucking Wanda's pussy hairs fast and ruthlessly. Wanda gibbered in agony, beating her head against the side of the crate, thrashing helplessly.
"Feed me," Buster said.
And Wanda hated him more than she ever had in her life. Here she was, being tortured nearly unconscious, and all Buster cared about was chewing on her ripped-out pussy fur. Steve shoved more pussy fur into the boy's mouth.
"Swallow it," Pedro said. "It makes hair grow on the boy's chest."
"Or a pussy between his legs," Red said. "Now, if that cunt hair had a little blood on it, it might grow hair on a boy's chest."
As Pedro and Red laughed at their dumb jokes, Steve labored between Wanda's legs, tearing out pussy hairs as if he were plucking a chicken. Wanda's cunt burned so painfully that it was getting numb. Steve finished ripping the hairs off her pussy mound, then moved down to pluck her swollen cunt lips.
Wanda screamed at the top of her lungs, her entire body pouring out sweat like blood. As Steve ripped out the hairs at the edges of her raw cunt slit, Wanda felt searing pains shoot down her legs and up her asshole.
"The flaps snap like rubberbands," Pedro said. "Maybe you can play a song on them, Stevie, huh?"
"Snap them pussylips!" Red said. "Oh yeah, stretch 'em way out and then snap 'em. Make 'em bleed a little."
"Oh fuck, she's leaking!" Steve said, sounding breathless. "She's damn hot! Man, I'm gonna fuck this bitch!" He ripped at Wanda's remaining pussy hairs as if in a panic, muttering about her naked, rosy pussy mound.
Wanda had screamed herself out. The fire in her plucked crotch spread in waves throughout her body and even the tips of her toes felt licked by flames. She felt hot fluid oozing from between her pussylips and trickling between her asscheeks. She couldn't understand why she should leak pussy cream after the intense pain she'd suffered. She couldn't understand why her cunt was throbbing as if she hadn't fucked in a week.
Steve dropped his pliers. He lowered his head between her legs and lapped at her denuded crotch, sucking at the naked pussy mound, slipping his tongue between the hairless pussy flaps and slurping. He nibbled on her clit, then shoved his tongue inside her cunt, licking her out, sucking her, eating her pussy.
Wanda arched up, grinding her cunt in his mouth, tingling sensations swarming through her loins, shooting to her nipples and toes. "Ohhhh, eat meeee, eat meeeee!"
"Mmmmm!" Steve growled, sucking the hot female juices out of her seething fuck-hole. He slurped and sucked loudly, gnawing her throbbing cunt raw. Wanda felt as if she'd be sucked inside out.
Suddenly, Steve got up. Wanda jerked her head up and saw him wielding his enormous fuck-rod, getting ready to ram it between her legs. His face was flushed with pure lust. The muscles of his tanned body stood out boldly, quivering from his excitement. He licked his lips, looking down at Wanda's bound figure as if she were a slab of meat he was going to devour. Her pussy cream dripped from his chin. He bent his cock down, pressing its red-hot head to her open cunt, and both of them moaned with desire. Steve thrust.
Wanda arched up, her eyes nearly popping out from the pressure as Steve's ten-inch cock penetrated her pussy. It fucked in smoothly. Wanda had never been stuffed with so much lard cock. Her cuntmeat stretched as it had lever been stretched before. Her arms and legs trained at her bonds as she ached madly to wrap them around the body of the stud who was lucking her. But she was tied down, she couldn't embrace him, and as he started to thrust, she thought she'd go crazy from the rawness of the sensation.
"Ohhhhh, Goddd!" she whined, twisting her head from side to side, straining her loins upward to meet the fuck-thrusts of the young man. Her cunt clutched hard as she longed to crush Steve in a mad, lust-crazed embrace. Steve's cock fucked in and out, and Wanda thought she'd lose her mind.
"Damn, that bitch is the hot one!" said Pedro. "She loves the big cock." He moved round to the other side of the crate, stepped Between Buster and Teddy, and straddled Wanda's head. Reaching down, he hooked his hands under her head and pressed her face between his legs. "Lick, bitch!"
Wanda should have gagged on the terrible stink of ball-sweat and shit between Pedro's legs, but she was too excited to let anything bother her. In fact, Pedro's big hairy balls pressed to her mouth actually increased her lust. She lapped at the huge set of balls, tasting salty sweat. She opened her mouth wide and sucked one of Pedro's balls inside it, massaging it with her tongue and lips. Pedro groaned, and Stevie grunted, hammering his cock between her legs Wanda's toes curled with pleasure.
Pedro rubbed his balls all over Wanda's face then slid back slightly and forced his cock into her mouth. This time Wanda did gag, but not because of the cheesy taste of Pedro's uncut prickhead. She gagged because Pedro was forcing his huge veiny cock into her throat.
"Suck!" Pedro said, working his cock between her lips. "Eat it up, girl!" Wanda's head swirled inside with dizziness. As Steve's huge cock fucked into her again and again, she munched on Pedro's smelly prick a if it were the best thing she'd ever tasted. Pleasure billowed in her loins like clouds mad up of zillions of pleasure-bubbles. Her toes and mouth and cunt all worked in unison-clutching, clutching, clutching.
"Oh, God!" Steve moaned. "What a tight, hot cunt! What a bitch!"
Pedro moaned too, his eyes glassy as he watched Wanda munch on his big sweaty prick. "The bitch loves the fuck-sausage! She loves the meat!"
Wanda sucked with her mouth and sucked with her cunt. Pedro was right-she loved the meat, the hot male fuck-meat. She groaned with each long, slicing thrust of Steve's cock up her cunt. She could feel his prickhead kiss the pit of her womb, setting off a rush of fuck-tingles that increased the fuck-tension in her loins, bringing her closer to orgasm with each grinding stroke. Cooing, moaning sounds escaped her prick-stuffed mouth.
"She wants the cream," Pedro said. "Let's give her the cream, Stevie!"
Pedro's prick had swollen hugely, the veins on it rippling over Wanda's lips as he worked his fuck-snake in and out. His foreskin had retracted almost completely off the cock-knob. Fuck-lube ran down Wanda's throat. His cock started to throb powerfully, and suddenly it vibrated. His cum burst like hot slime against Wanda's tonsils.
Pedro grunted, pumping out his cum-load, working his spasming prick between Wanda's lips. Wanda swallowed the hot fuck-fluid as it bubbled out, her lips tingling as the vibrations of the man's pleasure-saturated cock passed into them.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" Steve grunted, ramming hard, slamming himself between Wanda's thighs. "Oh man, oh mannnn!"
Wanda gurgled, sucking down Pedro's heavy load of cum. Pedro's hairy balls, contracting as they pumped out his load, rubbed in Wanda's eyes. Wanda sucked hard, hungry for all the slimy man-cum the gorilla-like man could feed her. At the same time, she ground her crotch against Steve's slamming groin, devouring his cock again and again with her hot cunt. Her cunt started to contract as the toe-curling sensations of her orgasm began to gnaw through her.
Steve cried out and rammed into her so hard he nearly knocked the crate over and Wanda with it. As his cockhead stabbed the pit of her contracting womb, his cock shuddered violently and his cum exploded into her. Steve clutch ed her at the waist, nearly tearing her flesh with his fingernails as he worked his cum-spurting cock with quick thrusts and squeezed the pleasure through it.
"Ohhhhh, Goddamn! Fuck!" Steve moaned, jerking as Wanda's clutching cunt sucked out his cum-load.
Pedro's cock flopped out of Wanda's mouth and groans of ecstasy burst from her throat. As Pedro milked the last thick drops of his cum onto Wanda's face, Wanda almost started giggling hysterically. She'd never felt such pleasure. Here she was, tied down, raped, abused, and her pleasure was greater than any pleasure she'd ever experienced before. Her cunt exploded with a fresh round of spasms, and both she and Steve whined like a pair of mating cats.
"Goddamn, what a bitch!" Steve moaned, squirming between Wanda's thighs. He grabbed her tits, squeezed them roughly, gripped her nipples and pinched. As Wanda squealed with both pain and pleasure, he stretched her nipples out as if he were going to pull them off.
Wanda screamed, lights popping in her head. Then everything went dark for a few moments as she nearly blacked out. Her cunt clutched so hard that Steve's eyes bugged out and he let go of her nipples, gasping. He gave her cunt hole a last few prods and yanked his cock out, panting, looking exhausted.
"I swear, she's got teeth in there,'' Steve said. "Her cunt almost chewed my prick right off."
The boss whacked Steve on the ass. "Step aside, boy." The boss's face was flushed. His prick dripped lube as he stroked it. He was shaking. "Untie her and turn her over. I want to fuck her from behind."
Red produced a hunting knife from somewhere and began to saw through the ropes that bound Wanda's ankles.
"Watch that knife," the boss said to Red. "I don't want her bleeding to death before I've enjoyed fucking her asshole."
Chapter Eight
Wanda kept gasping as she was cut loose and turned over across the crate. Her orgasm had been intense, and the aftershocks made her jerk as her cunt continued contracting sporadically. She saw things through a haze. Buster and Teddy smirked at her, resembling miniatures of Pedro despite their lack of any body hair or of foreskins on their cocks. Their lust made them look that way, and Wanda realized that in lust all males looked alike. And acted alike. Like animals.
They shoved her roughly down on the crate, and a sliver penetrated her right nipple like a red-hot needle. She almost took off straight up like a rocket, and she would have if her legs hadn't been held down at the ankles by Red and Steve.
The boss cracked her across the ass. "Get back down there, blondie! Where you think you're going? What's the matter? You don't like getting a cock up the ass or something?"
Wanda fell back down, skinning her nipples on the rough wood. Her legs were yanked apart and her ankles tied once again to the lower slats of the crate. She felt cum running down her legs. Buster and Teddy each grabbed one of the ropes dangling from her wrists and stretched her arms out to the sides again, as if she were being crucified face down. Her head hung over the side of the crate, her blonde hair brushing the sand. She felt too weak to lift her head up.
The boss dug his fingers into her hips. His cock suddenly fucked to the hilt into her cunt and Wanda arched up, her mouth wide open.
"Ahhhh!" the boss sighed. "She's a hot one, all right!" He fucked his cock in and out, making Wanda grunt, making her squirm. "You like that, bitch?"
Wanda only gasped, but she couldn't deny to herself that she did like it. The boss's cock was a perfect twin of Steve's, and it fucked her deep, pleasuring her straight up into her guts. She was being raped again, and she was loving every second of it. Even the throbbing of her nipple with the sliver in it gave her pleasure.
Pedro gripped her hair and stuffed his cock in her open mouth. "So much wine makes a man want to be always pissing," he said, and before Wanda could adjust her throat to Pedro's huge prick, he'd begun to piss.
She choked, piss burning her throat like acid. As she gagged and struggled to breathe, she once again managed to suck piss up into her nasal cavities and fire surged through them.
"Drink it, stupid!" Pedro said, ripping at her hair. "How many times I gotta tell you this, dumb one?"
Wanda choked down as much piss as she was able to swallow, but half the bitter fluid ran out over the man's hairy balls and down his equally hairy legs.
"The blonde women, they're always the dumb ones," Pedro said. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped it across her face, knocking the residual piss out of the tube. "Anybody else need a toilet? This one is open now."
Wanda had almost forgotten that she was being fucked. As Pedro released her, her attention went to her cunt and she started to squirm. She was close to coming. Steve's cum continued to bubble out of her raped cunt and trickle like paste down her legs, and that excited her even more.
The boss pulled his cock out. He spread her asscheeks, leaned over, and licked her asscrack from one end to the other. He pressed his lips to her asspucker and sucked hard. His tongue slipped into her ass.
Wanda saw stars. She loved a good rim-job. She wiggled her ass, panting, and immediately the boss pulled his tongue out. He straightened up and shoved his cum-greased cock between her asscheeks. He started to force her asshole open.
Everything was happening so fast that Wanda hardly had time to think. She realized the boss was going to fuck her up the ass and her thoughts flew as she tried to figure out some way of stopping him. She'd taken cocks up the ass before-most recently her boyfriend's-but those had been normal-sized cocks, not cocks that should have been attached to donkeys instead of to men. She'd never be able to take the boss's fuck-bludgeon up the ass. It would tear her apart, split her in half. She had to do something to stop him. She had to!
The boss rammed. It was as if a flaming sword had been stabbed up Wanda's asshole. The pain was too intense to believe. Wanda's mouth gaped, but no sound came out for several seconds. Then she let out a whining screech that nearly pierced even her own eardrums. She arched back, standing straight up and smashing the back of her head against the boss's chin. The boss threw his arms around her and fell on her with his full weight, slamming her back down on the crate and nearly crushing her ribcage.
"You're a wild one, ain't you?" he growled, biting her neck, her shoulders, her ears. "Yeah, you're a wild bitch!" Tearing at her skin with his teeth, he began to fuck his cock in and out.
Wanda screamed, thrashing madly under him, blinded by tears, the snot running from her nose. It was as if a gigantic drill were reaming out her asshole. Her ass guts were melting, turning to mush. He was killing her.
Steve was suddenly in front of her. He grabbed her by the ears, holding her head up as he forced his half-hard cock into her mouth. Wanda blubbered, then choked when Steve's cock fucked down her throat.
"You gonna drink my piss?" Steve said. "Huh?"
"She don't have no choice," Red said, cackling as if demented. "Hurry up with that toilet, boy-I gotta use it, myself."
The boss stopped biting Wanda's neck and pushed up off her so he could swing his hips more freely. He slapped her asscheeks, making them sting and burn, at the same time ramming his ten-inch cock in and out of her asshole. With each savage fuck-thrust, Wanda thought her assguts were going to shoot out of her mouth. That was impossible, though-Steve's cock so stuffed her throat that there wasn't room for air to get through, let alone her guts. Steve's cock twitched a few times, then his piss gushed out.
Wanda's senses reeled with the acrid fumes. She thought her eyes would burn out. She gagged, suffocating, drowning, choking to death. She swallowed in self-defense. It was the only thing she could do to save herself. Steve's hot piss ran down her. gullet and pooled in her stomach. Steve crushed her nose to his hairy groin, nearly giving her a nosebleed as he ground his pissing cock in her throat.
"Drink it all, baby," Steve moaned. "You love drinking that hot piss, don't you, huh?"
"Damn, what a fucking tight ass!" the boss growled.
The longer he rode Wanda's ass, the harder he fucked it. Her belly and tits were being skinned against the rough wood as the boss slapped her ass every few seconds, then pinched her asscheeks hard. He raked her back with his fingernails, pinched the tender flesh at the sides of her waist.
"Such smooth, soft skin," he mumbled. "One-hundred percent bitch."
"Christ, look at the cream running down her legs!" Red said. "Her pussy's pumping away! She just loves that ass-fuckin' you're giving her, Boss."
"Maybe these two want to lick up the pussy cream," Pedro said. "Come on, girlies, you lick up the cream."
There was the sound of flesh being slapped, of Marian and Phoebe whimpering. Wanda felt tongues lapping at the insides of her thighs as Marian and Phoebe were forced to lick up the cum and pussy cream that were leaking out of her.
"Now suck the toes," Pedro said. "Eat the dirty toes. Lick the feet."
There were some loud slaps, and Marian and Phoebe both wailed. Wanda felt her toes being sucked, felt the soles of her feet being licked.
"Ain't that a pretty sight?" Red said. "Two scumbag bitches squirming on their bellies and sucking toes."
Steve pulled his cock out of Wanda's mouth. He squeezed piss out of it and let the hot drops fall on Wanda's nose. Then he let go of her head, and Wanda let her head dangle, piss trickling down her face. She moaned softly, delirious from the battering she was taking. The boss's cock slammed in and out of her wide-open shithole, the head of it plunging like a fist into the heart of her assguts. She gasped with each fuck-thrust, wondering why she was still alive. How could any woman survive such abuse?
"Man, feel that shithole suck!" growled the boss. "Jesus Christ, this is one fucking hot asshole!" His cock squished inside her. "Juicy fucking asshole, bitch!"
Wanda realized that the excruciating pain that had tortured her asshole had miraculously vanished. His cock fucked in and out easily now, and she could feel it like a hot snake massaging the walls and dilated pucker of her asshole. She was aware of a rhythmic throbbing in her assguts. Her asshole was clutching, sucking the boss's cock as any cunt would. An ache, an itch, a wonderful tension filled her asshole, and she began to squirm with pleasure. Her asshole had finally stretched out, had finally accepted the boss's enormous cock, and now her pleasure was as great as her pain had been.
"Uhhhhh!" she whined, snapping her head back and writhing in ecstasy as the boss fucked her ass.
Red caught her by the hair, aimed his cock at her open mouth, and shot his piss in her face Wanda let him turn her face from side to side washing her face completely with piss, shooting piss into her mouth. He didn't seem to care I she swallowed it. He just gave her that demented grin and unloaded his bladder. Wanda found herself gurgling. She swallowed some of the he piss, but much of it ran out of her open mouth Her eyes burned with piss, but strangely sh didn't care. Nothing mattered now except th pleasure of being fucked up the asshole by th boss's ten-inch cock.
Red dropped her head. It swung down like the head of a corpse, and Wanda Just manage to catch herself before she allowed her chin t smash against the side of the crate. She lifted her head again, arching her back as she did s and grinding her hot ass against the boss's slamming abdomen. The boss caught her blonde hair from behind and pulled on it as if he'd caught hold of a set of reins. He slammed his cock into her, making her jerk and gasp and moan.
"Are you close, bitch?" the boss panted.
"Yes," Wanda gasped, wincing as the boss yanked on her hair. She was arched up high, her back like a bow, her mouth open, her eyes rolling. Her tits hung naked and free, clear of the crate now.
"You two boys," the boss said, "let go of them ropes and eat her tits."
Buster and Teddy dropped the ropes that were stretching Wanda's arms out to the sides. They went for her exposed tits like two hungry dogs, growling as they sucked and gnawed the nipples.
Wanda wailed, the sensations shooting through her body nearly unbearable. The hot lips and teeth of the boys sent electricity streaming through her tits and straight to her cunt and asshole. As Buster and Teddy sucked her tits, Marian and Phoebe continued to gnaw on her feet and toes, sending equally hot thrills up her legs. All these sensations massed in her loins and whirled to an explosive tension as the boss's colossal cock fucked in and out of her asshole.
"Come!" the boss growled, ramming hard, yanking on her hair. "Come, Goddamn you!"
A fist of fuck-tension smashed into the pit of Wanda's guts and exploded. She saw and felt internal fireworks. As her asshole contracted with a savage orgasm, the boss's cock shuddered violently and shot molten jism into her assguts.
"Goddamnnnnn!" the boss moaned.
They both humped wildly, grinding out their pleasure, working their spasming fuck-meat together. Wanda sighed as she felt the hot spurts of cum drilling her bowels. She wiggled and rotated her ass, milking the boss's pulsing, flexing cock with her hard-sucking asshole. She was in pure heaven. She thought the pleasure would never end. She let go and whined like an animal, not caring what anybody thought of her.
"Oh, fuck," the boss said weakly. He released the reins of her hair and slipped his cock out of her asshole. "You can stop sucking her tits," he said to Buster and Teddy. "What do you think-that you're gonna get milk out of 'em?"
Wanda, groaning with exhaustion, glanced over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the cock that had given her so much pleasure. She saw it dangling, half-hard, shiny with cum, pulled down long by its swollen purple head. It looked just like the cock of a donkey.
The boss yanked up Marian and Phoebe by their hair and shoved their faces against Wanda's asscheeks. "Clean her out, bitches. Suck the cum outta both her fuck-holes."
Chapter Nine
Later, the three women were forced to stand in line on the beach, all facing the same direction, then to move close to each other until their bodies were pressed together. Marian stood at the rear, pressing her hot tits against Wanda's back, her cunt to Wanda's ass. Wanda, in turn, shoved her own tits and pussy up against Phoebe's back and ass. Then Red and Pedro tied the women, bound them together with a long rope of rough, scratchy hemp, which they wound around and around the standing trio, starting at the women's ankles and moving up to their shoulders. The women were made to keep their arms at their sides as they were bound. When Red and Pedro finished with the women, the three of them could have been thrown on board the shrimp boat like a bundle of cargo. Instead, Red gave the women an easy shove and they toppled over on the sand, the three of them gasping in unison as they hit with a muffled thud.
"Don't run off now," Red said with a cackle. "Otherwise I'll have to do some bloodletting."
"They won't run nowhere," Pedro said. "But they might float out to sea when the tide comes in. I like to see that. The water lifts them off the sand and floats them away. Women float good because of the tits. The tits make good life preservers."
Both men had a good laugh over that. Pedro spat tobacco juice on the bundle of female flesh, some of which landed on Wanda's hip. Then he joined Steve and the boss. Steve had a fire going and was heating up what smelled to Wanda like canned beef stew.
"Hey, can we have some of that stuff?" Buster called from the small raft the pirates had assembled from parts they'd taken out of one of the crates. "We're hungry."
"If you work fast and do a good job, we might have a little slop left over for the two of you," the boss said. "Make sure you scrape off all that lettering before you paint over it."
As the four men talked among themselves and devoured their stew with smacking lips, Buster and Teddy, on board the small raft, worked at removing the lettering from the bow and the stern of The Bull Run, and at painting the boat a turquoise-blue color, covering up its white paint job. The boys couldn't paint what lay under water, but they'd been ordered to paint as close to the water as they could. If the Coast Guard was looking for the missing Bull Run, they'd be looking for a white boat, not a blue one.
"What are they gonna do to us?" Phoebe whispered.
"Kill us," Marian said. "After they've had their fun, they'll kill us. We're just meat to them."
Phoebe started to shake.
"They're not gonna kill us," Wanda said. "Don't worry about it. They'll probably let us go as soon as they get rid of the boat. Just don't do anything to provoke them. Go along with them."
"Do I hear talking over there?" the boss said. "You ladies keep your mouths shut or we'll have to gag you."
"Or cut their throats. Boss, huh?" said Red, belching in the middle of his laugh.
Wanda felt like letting go and bawling, but she swallowed hard and chewed her lips. If she lost control, all three of them would start wailing, and Red or Pedro would be over there in two seconds with a whip or a knife. Marian was probably right-eventually, the men would kill them.
It took the two boys what seemed like hours, although it was likely only the better part of one hour, to slap a coat of blue paint on The Bull Run. On shore, the boys were fed the dregs of the cold stew, and told by Red to shut up when they complained they were still hungry.
"If you're still hungry, go cut off a tit or something," Red said. "I'll even cut it off for you."
"Instead of carving the meat up," the boss said, "let one of the ladies loose and let the two boys have at her however they want. They deserve a reward for the good job they did painting."
Pedro and Red complained as they untied the girls about having to undo the great job they'd done of tying them up. The boys chose Phoebe as their victim, so Phoebe was pulled out of the mess of coiled rope and thrown at their feet. As the boys grabbed Phoebe by the hair and arms and hauled her away screaming, Marian and Wanda were tied together again, this time face-to-face, their tits pressed together. As soon as the two girls were left alone, Marian started rubbing her hairy pussy mound against Wanda's naked cunt.
"You turn me on so much," Marian whispered. "Even like this-tied up. Especially like this. You think you can come?"
Wanda was shocked by Marian's display of lust in this situation. Not only were they likely to be spotted at any moment by the men-the two of them rubbing their pussies together- but Marian's girlfriend had just been carried off by Buster and Teddy, who were liable to do anything to her.
"Let's come," Marian said, her face flushed. "Christ, I'm hot! Can you come with me?"
Wanda nodded and started to rub her pussy against Marian's, at the same time squeezing her thighs together rhythmically. She realized she was just as hot as Marian ...
Phoebe stubbed her toes on a tree root and crashed to the sand, pain knifing through her toes, despair through her heart. She wished they'd kill her and get it over with.
"Get up!" Teddy growled, kicking at her with his sharp-nailed toes. "Up on your feet!"
"Don't make her get up, make her crawl," Buster said. "Crawl, you dumb bitch, you dumb old sow!" Buster cracked her across the back with a belt.
Her eyes burning with tears, Phoebe forced herself up to her hands and knees and began to crawl through the bushes like an animal. The two boys laughed, and Buster whipped her ass with the belt to make her speed up. Phoebe crawled blindly.
A memory flashed in her head of a book she'd once read about a group of boys marooned on a tropical island. The boys had reverted to savagery. They'd hunted and tortured wild pigs, then had begun hunting each other. It was as if she were on that island now with those savage boys, a pig being bunted by them. She scrambled through the tropical vegetation, her tits flapping, her naked body drenched with sweat, the boys chasing her and beating her with the belt.
It was all so ironic. She'd always feared and avoided males. She'd become Marian's lesbian lover, had listened to Marian harp daily about male chauvinism. But lately she'd become curious about males, especially about such things as cocks and balls, and she'd secretly desired a sexual experience with a guy just to see what it would be like. Well, now she was finding out what it was like in the worst way possible. She couldn't deny that she'd experienced a raw sexual pleasure, an explosive orgasm when she'd been tied down and raped by the boss, but at what cost? And now these wild boys were degrading her to the status of an animal, or even worse, to the status of a slab of raw meat.
She scurried through an opening and burst out onto an open beach. For a moment she was dazed by the peace and tranquility of the twilight scene, by the lavender ocean and the perfect silence. A split second later, her momentary trance was shattered by the screaming young savages behind her as they burst out onto the beach, their breathing hot and fast. Phoebe had a vision of herself sliding into the water like a seal and disappearing beneath the glassy water, but her vision died like a flashbulb as the belt scourged her back and ass, and she screamed.
"Hey, you fools, don't beat her senseless!" Steve charged out onto the beach and snatched the belt away from Buster.
"The boss gave her to us," Buster said. "She's ours. We can do anything we want with her."
"Oh, yeah?" Steve said. "Well, the boss sent me out here to make sure you dumb little shits don't get too carried away. You don't wanna kill her, for Christsake! And if you knock her out, what fun is that? Ain't they better kicking and squirming than laying there like a dead body?"
The two boys glared up at Steve, their shoulders back and defiant, their cocks raised like stubby pistols. Steve stared back at them, his ten-inch prick hard, resembling a sawed-off shotgun. The boys seemed to realize they had no chance against the young man, and they lowered their shoulders.
"So what can we do with her?" Buster said.
Steve held up a pair of pliers.
"Hey, neat!" the boys said in unison.
Phoebe kicked and thrashed and screamed as she hadn't done since she'd been a child throwing temper tantrums, but all her violent resistance did was wear her out fast. The sweat poured from her overheated body more profusely than the tears from her eyes. She had little strength left as she was bound to the trunk of a palm tree, her arms pulled back around the tree and tied at the wrists, her legs pulled back around the tree and tied at the ankles. A tight rope around her waist secured her body to the trunk. She let her head fall forward, her chin on her chest. She was bound helplessly to the tree, completely vulnerable.
The boys fought over who was going to use the pliers first, so Steve held the pliers behind his back and told Buster to choose one of his arms. Buster touched Steve's right arm and Steve held out an empty right hand. Buster cursed as Steve gave the pliers to Teddy.
Teddy squatted, resembling an evil monkey, his cock sticking straight up at Phoebe, red and twitching. A clear fluid was oozing from the boy's piss hole. He leered demonically up at Phoebe and she shuddered at how ugly and evil he looked, like a total savage.
"Look at all this black pussy hair," Teddy said. He grabbed a clump of Phoebe's pussy fur with the teeth of the pliers and began to pull it.
"Oh God, stop!" Phoebe blurted. "I'll do anything, but don't hurt me!"
Teddy jerked his arm, tearing out a clump of Phoebe's pussy hairs. As he giggled like a lunatic, Phoebe screamed, writhing in pain.
"Well rip 'em out!" Buster said impatiently. He danced around, jerking on his bone-hard prick. "You rip 'em off one side of her cunt, and I'll rip 'em off the other."
Teddy continued giggling as if he were being tickled. He caught more of Phoebe's pussy hairs and ripped. Phoebe jerked, gasped, screamed in terrible pain. Her screams shot out over the empty sea and were swallowed up by the immense silence. Teddy plucked her pussy hairs faster and faster, and Phoebe screamed again. The screaming helped alleviate the pain somewhat, but it also excited the boys into a frenzy. Teddy ripped furiously, catching little bits of pussy in the process and pinching the flesh so hard that Phoebe thought she'd pass out.
She opened her eyes to see Buster squatting in front of her. He plunged the pliers into what remained of her cunt bush and yanked. Phoebe's cunt felt as if it had swelled to the size of a grapefruit. Her pussy throbbed with heat, almost numb from the torture. Buster worked fast, ripping out clumps of cunt hair that fell to the sand like hair clipped by a barber's scissors. Phoebe slammed her head from side to side, gasping, blubbering. Buster caught a chunk of raw pussymeat and Phoebe saw a flash of fire in her brain, then only darkness.
She regained consciousness, gasping. Teddy was crushed up against her, biting her neck, grinding his chest at her tits, fucking his cock in her pussy. His red-hot cock sizzled between her swollen, completely naked pussylips. Hot fluid leaked out of her cunt and ran down her legs. Buster, standing to one side, kept reaching in to catch the slippery pussy goo, which he rubbed on his cock and balls, on his chest and belly and face. He caught more pussy juice and licked it off his hands, growling like a drunken savage.
"Fuck that bitch!" Buster muttered. "Shoot her full of cum, and then let me fuck her! Hurry up, man!"
"Mmn, wowww!" Teddy moaned, baring his teeth as he thrust. His prick squished inside her cunt as he knifed it upward again and again and again.
"Well, come!" Buster said. "How the fuck long does it take?"
Teddy ignored him, fucking relentlessly as his eyes rolled with pleasure. His hard belly muscles rippled against Phoebe. He breathed hot garlic-breath in her face.
Phoebe gasped and grunted, bound so tightly to the tree that she could hardly even squirm as the boy's stiff cock rammed her, as his hard body slammed against her. She experienced an incredible desire to wrap her legs around the boy, to crush him between them as he fucked her. The fuck-sensation in her cunt became so unbearable that she started to whine. Incredibly, she was on the verge of coming. The pussy cream bubbled out of her cock-stuffed cunt.
"Ohhh, shit!" Teddy humped in a fucking frenzy. His eyes glazed over and turned back. He chewed hard into the side of Phoebe's neck and shot his cum-load. "Awwwww, yeahhh!" His hot spit ran down her neck like blood.
Phoebe gasped with the hot spurts of cum that filled her cunt hole. She felt the boy's hard prick flexing and vibrating inside her. She could hardly move, but she managed to grind her ass against the tree trunk and her hairless cunt against the boy's nearly hairless groin. As his sizzling cum shot into her again, her cunt started to contract with spasms. The orgasmic pleasure gnawed through her loins and pulsed down her legs. She whimpered as if being tortured, but her torture this time was pure pleasure. She moaned loudly-in ecstasy.
Her cunt was still contracting when Teddy pulled out of her and Buster fucked his cock in. Buster's body felt like a hot-water bottle as he rubbed against her. His stiff cock was even hotter. He plunged his splitting-hard fucker in and out of her clutching, sucking, jism-greased cunt hole, his blue eyes glazed over with pleasure. Even as Phoebe's orgasm subsided, her cunt began building toward a new one. The boy's cock injected fuck-tension into her pussy with each fuck-thrust. She longed to wrap her legs around Buster as he rammed her, but they were immobile, bound to the tree.
"Uh, uh, yeah, fuck!" Buster growled, slamming his body at Phoebe.
Jism and pussy cream ran out of her, bathing Buster's balls, trickling down the insides of her thighs. Buster dug his grubby fingers into her tits. He squeezed her tits until the nipples nearly split open. Then he gnawed.
Phoebe knocked her head against the tree. Explosions went off in her body. Streams of tingling heat shot through her loins as her cunt did flip-flops inside. She cried out, nearly sweating blood from the intensity of her sensations as Buster chewed up her cherries and fucked her madly contracting cunt.
"Nympho!" Buster growled, fucking as if he were trying to kill them both. "Nympho bitch, yeahhhh!" His eyes gaped, glazing over and rolling back. He clung to Phoebe and started to jerk. His cock flexed hard inside her pussy and spit jism. He moaned with pleasure, pumping his cum-load into her.
Phoebe shuddered. A whine broke from her throat as her cunt went into violent spasms. It shocked her that she was coming again so soon. Her cunt was still raw and sensitive from her last orgasm, and her new orgasm became almost unbearable. She moaned loudly, grunting with each spurt of cum into her, shivering with each orgasmic spasm that gripped her cunt...
Meanwhile, Wanda and Marian were kissing madly. They no longer cared if the men saw them. All they cared about was the pleasure building in their cunts as they humped their pussy mounds together and worked their pussy-lips and clits between their rhythmically clenching thighs. Their tongues in each other's mouth, it they stared into each other's eyes. Wanda saw f Marian's eyes glaze over with an expression of ecstasy. As Marian began to shake and whimper, Wanda let go and came too, moaning with pleasure.
Poor Phoebe, Wanda thought-out there suffering God-knows-what tortures while I'm making it with your lesbian lover. Wanda felt perversely wicked.
Chapter Ten
Like a couple of dogs that had mounted a bitch and got themselves off, Buster and Teddy didn't wait around after they'd shot their cum-loads into Phoebe. They went off along the beach, sniffing out what they could find on this mysterious new island. It was as if they'd finally had enough fucking for a while. Phoebe hung against the tree, her head drooping, her pussy numb from all the abuse it had taken-the vicious assault by a pair of pliers and two stiff cocks. Hot fluid trickled down her legs, a mixture of cum from the two boys and pussy goo.
Steve pinched her chin, lifting her head up. "Hey baby, it looks like it's just you and me now. Ain't that nice? It ain't that often I get a bitch all to myself-alone."
The young man smiled at her, but there was something mocking and cruel in his blue-gray eyes. He was one of the more handsome young men she'd seen, with his dark tan and blonde hair. He could easily have been one of the guys from Northrup College. It was hard to believe he was a pirate, engaged in so ruthless and lawless a life. He might well have been one of her freshman classmates.
Steve started kissing her, shoving his fat. Juicy tongue down her throat. His breath smelled of garlic, as had the breaths of the two boys- probably from the Stew or whatever it was they'd all eaten. Phoebe choked on the smell. She whimpered, trying to twist her head away.
Steve chuckled, lapping at her face. "You don't like men too much, do you, bitch? Pedro says all three of you bitches are pussy-suckers. Are you a pussy-sucker, bitch?"
When Phoebe opened her mouth to answer, Steve rammed his tongue down her throat again and she gagged hard. He pulled his tongue down her throat again and she gagged hard. He pulled his tongue out and licked her face some more, slobbering all over her. Then he moved down and licked her shoulders and chest and tits. He squatted, licking her belly, sucking on her navel, then lapping at her denuded pussy.
Phoebe couldn't help gasping as Steve's tongue slithered between her cuntlips, as it teased her cut, as it slipped inside her. He fucked his tongue in deep, twisting it. He had a long tongue-like his cock-and he licked Phoebe out deeper than even Marian ever had. As Steve slurped and sucked, Phoebe squirmed, rubbing her cunt in his mouth.
Steve pulled away. "Damn, you're a hot one!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "And look at that naked pussy! Damn, that sends me!'* He wrapped his mouth around her cunt and sucked until Phoebe's eyes nearly popped out. Then he pulled away, kissed her pussy and stood up. He started to untie her.
Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief. She'd been certain he was going to rape her with that ten-inch fucker that jutted up at her like a billy club. She almost smiled as Steve untied her ankles, then her wrists. At last, he untied the rope around her waist and she was free of the tree. She felt like dancing.
Steve planted his foot on her ass and shoved. She stumbled forward with a shriek and went down, skinning her knees on the abrasive sand. Steve threw a rope around her neck-a noose. He started walking fast, pulling on the rope. To avoid being strangled, Phoebe had to scramble along beside him on her hands and knees. Within moments, she was panting like a dog.
Steve led her to the far end of the beach- where the boys had disappeared into the woods-and tied her leash to a tree. He stepped into the bushes and started tearing at a shrub. He returned seconds later with a whiplike branch studded with thorns. Phoebe had no time to react. Steve started scourging her with the branch.
Phoebe hit the sand, writhing and screaming as the thorns tore her smooth flesh. The thorns punctured her skin easily and raked across her back and ass like red-hot claws. Steve scourged her with five quick strokes, then untied her from the tree and dragged her to the edge of the water. Phoebe was screaming, her entire back and ass on fire, the pain shooting to her very bones. Laughing, Steve splashed saltwater on her, then rubbed the acidlike water into her open, bleeding wounds. Phoebe felt as if she were exploding with fire. She screamed until she thought her vocal cords had snapped. Steve got down behind her and started lubricating his cock with the cum and pussy juice that still leaked from her cunt.
Phoebe prayed that she'd die. She couldn't bear another moment of pain. She threw her head from side to side like a crazed animal, nearly dislocating her neck.
Steve rammed his cock between her asscheeks. He yanked Phoebe's leash tight, then clamped the free end of it between his teeth as he used both his hands to spread and steady her ass. He rotated his hips, grinding his burning prickhead against her asspucker. Yanking back on the leash until Phoebe arched her back, he sank his fingernails into her asscheeks and simultaneously sank his prickhead into her asshole.
It felt to Phoebe as if a smoking fist had been stuffed inside her ass. She whined, squirming with all her strength to break away.
Steve's hold on her leash and her ass kept her exactly where he wanted her. He simultaneously jerked her leash and thrust his loins. His ten-inch cock fucked to the balls into her asshole, and he growled like a mad dog. His cock slipped nearly all the way out, then slammed back in. He grunted and Phoebe gasped, the vibration of the collision of his belly and her ass shooting all the way to her skull.
"Goddamnnnn!" Phoebe screamed. "Oh God, help me!"
Steve moaned as he rammed, fucking his cock in and out wildly, as if he were in the last moments of fucking before orgasm. He reached down and splashed more saltwater on Phoebe's wounds, and she cursed and screamed and thrashed. Had it not been for the noose around her neck, she would have broken away-and plunged into the ocean, trying to drown herself. Steve's cock felt like a flaming sword inside her asshole. His belly slammed her ass like a viciously swatting hand. The saltwater ate into the torn flesh of her back and ass like zillions of fire ants biting her.
"Wiggle it!" Steve grunted. "Oh yeah, wiggle it! Oh shit, oh fuck!" He rammed as if he'd never fucked before in his life and needed to relieve the tensions of a lifetime.
Phoebe was sure she was sweating blood. Every cell of her body pulsed with pain. She was sure Steve's cock was pounding her ass guts to a bloody pulp. All at once she felt fire washing down her thighs, and it took her several moments to realize that she was pissing, that she'd lost control of her bladder.
"Goddamn!" Steve growled.
He reached between her legs and caught a handful of her piss, then rubbed the hot fluid on his chest and belly, on his face. He reached down again, and this time plastered his hand to his mouth when he returned it from between her legs. He guzzled down her piss, completely crazed with lust. He caught more of her piss, slapped his cupped hand to his mouth and drank it. Her piss ran down his neck and chest, down his belly and onto his pistoning cock. He slammed his abdomen to her ass and collapsed on her back. As she collapsed under him, his cock flexed and shuddered inside her. His cum shot into her, scalding her ass guts. He bellowed like a bull.
Phoebe tasted sand. She felt the, warmth of the sand penetrating her tits and belly. She lay passively under the grunting young man, feeling his cock flex and vibrate in her asshole, feeling his hot cum fill her. The sand acted like a cushion and prevented her body from being crushed. Sandwiched between the warm sand and the hot flesh of the young man, she felt strangely content. She'd never felt so cradled in warmth, so filled with it. As Steve used her flesh and her asshole to milk the pleasure out of himself, Phoebe started to contract her asscheeks, to manipulate his cock with her asshole. The hot cum splashed deep in her ass guts, and she realized she enjoyed the feeling. Her body throbbed with a delicious fire inside and out. She wanted the feeling to last.
A minute later, Steve pulled his cock out of her ass. He sat back on the sand between her legs and shoved two or three fingers up her cunt. "Dirty little bitch!" he mumbled. "Let's see you come, slut!" He twisted and pumped his fingers. "Come, slut!"
It took about thirty seconds for Phoebe's cunt to melt with spasms. She writhed on her belly, gibbering and cooing with pleasure as Steve fucked his fingers in and out of her clutching, pleasure-racked pussy hole. Her cunt cream ran out into Steve's hand, and after she was done coming, he rubbed the slimy female juices all over her ass, which Phoebe turned up high and wiggled at him.
"Slut!" Steve said. "Filthy bitch slut!"
Chapter Eleven
"I believe I'll step into the latrine, if you gentlemen don't mind," said the boss.
He'd been drinking some of Pedro's wine and sounded a touch light-headed. As he moved off into the woods, swaying just slightly on his feet, Pedro and Red dropped their cards, forced themselves to stand up, and staggered toward Wanda and Marian, their cocks half hard and wagging.
"So how's the kissy girls?" said Red. "We seen you carrying on. Just because we're playing cards don't mean we don't have our eyes on you."
"I bet you like to kiss the pussy better than the mouth," Pedro said. "Huh, pussy-eaters?" He worked the foreskin on his cock until the fuck-organ swelled up tight and huge.
"I believe I'll have me a quickie before the boss gets back," Red said.
"I could use the quick one myself," said Pedro. "I choose the blondie."
"You can have her," said Red. "The redhead's got a bigger, meatier ass."
The two men got down behind the bound-together women, lying on their sides and moving up close to the women, who were still tied together facing each other, tit to tit and cunt to cunt. Wanda knew that Pedro was going to ass-fuck her, just as Red was going to ass-fuck Marian. In this position-with the women's legs tightly clamped together-the men would have a hard time getting their cocks into the women's pussy holes. Pedro shoved his smelly cock between Wanda's asscheeks and worked it inside of her. Wanda couldn't stifle a moan at the initial discomfort of having her asshole penetrated. As Red rammed his cock into Marian's ass, Marian's eyes grew large and her face contorted in a wince.
"Goddamn!" Marian mumbled under her breath.
Red heard her and laughed. He started to fuck rapidly. Pedro clamped his hairy paws around Wanda's hips and started to plunge his cock. The two women gasped with each fuck-thrust and obscene squishing noises came from their assholes. The men grunted and moaned, using the assholes of the women for their pleasure. Wanda wondered if she was going to be spending the rest of her life as a piece of used and abused meat.
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"I'm bored," Teddy said. "There ain't no video games or anything on this fucking old island."
"And there ain't no food, neither," said Buster. "Two French fries would have filled me up more than what those damned guys gave us for supper. I wish there was a Wendy's around here or something."
"Do you think there's a Wendy's in Cuba?"
"Cuba?"
"That's where they'll be taking us, won't they? Or some place like it?"
"I don't know where they're taking us," said Buster, "but wherever it is, I don't think I'm going to like it. Them pirates are too bossy. I ain't paintin' no more fuckin' boats, especially if all they're gonna feed me is some stinking lumpy gravy."
"They'll make us paint *em," Teddy said. "If we don't, they'll probably kill us. They almost killed us when they came on board, with their guns and knives and all."
"Ain't nobody's gonna kill me," Buster said. "I'm going home." He bent over and picked up a heavy piece of jagged-edged coral. Teddy smiled. He bent over and picked up a piece bigger than Buster's.
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The boss was squatting in the bushes, waiting for his bowels to release a load, thinking about the good price the boat and the women would bring. His haul had been a piece of cake. By tomorrow evening at this time, they'd be free and clear. He couldn't see any trouble ahead. Hadn't the one little peckerhead said that the boat wasn't due back in Key West for what--maybe two or three days? Pedro's wine was making his head a little fuzzy, so he couldn't remember exactly. Damned Pedro, with his homemade rotgut wine that always gave him a hangover.
He could hear Pedro and Red now, grunting away as they fucked those bitches. Every once in a while, one of the bitches would squeal. They loved it, those filthy sluts, loved it no matter how much they whimpered and squirmed. He'd picked up and sold too many women for anybody to tell him otherwise. Even the tightest of them learned to love it in time. Hell, the ones who resisted the most at first always ended up the biggest sluts in the end. These three college girls would bring a good price.
His asshole relaxed and his bowels contracted, and he moaned as his shit slipped out. Damn, a good shit was almost as good as a fuck. Still squatting, he pissed. As his piss stream slowed, his cock began to throb to an erection. He started to jack off, excited by the sounds of Red and Pedro grunting like pigs as they raped the two women. Maybe he'd just beat off in the bushes like he used to do when he was a boy. He hadn't jerked off by himself in a long time. He wondered how much pleasure he could still get out of such a boyish activity.
And speaking of boys, he. hoped Steve was keeping an eye on those two peckerheads so they
wouldn't damage the merchandise too much, or kill the little bitch, for Christsake. If they killed her, they'd pay for it. He'd put iron collars around their scrawny necks and have them doing every shit job under the sun for the next thousand years. Or he'd sell them to a real bastard. The two little shitheads wouldn't bring anywhere near the price of that dark-haired college bitch, though, even from a high bidder. Fuck the money-he'd sell them to the meanest son of a bitch he could find, at any price, if they savaged the dark-haired gal to death. They'd regret the day they were born.
Red and Pedro sounded as if they were the ones being raped instead of the women. They grunted wildly, sounding more and more like pigs as they drove themselves toward orgasm. The sounds were damned exciting. He swore he could hear the plunging of the two cocks inside the women, like two toilet plungers going at it. He stroked his cock faster, getting ready to shoot his cum right where he'd shot his piss.
There was a rustle in the bushes behind him, as if some small animal had slipped past. He would have turned to look, but he was on the edge of blowing his cum-load. He could already feel the tingles in his balls, in his asshole, in the root of his cock. The contractions had already begun, the gnawing pleasure. He gasped as his cock shook in his hand and shot a stream of white cum out onto the sandy ground. His head spun inside. He was dizzy, but not just from wine. His cock spurted cum again, then again, the pleasure pulsing through it. Squatting as he was, he put one hand to the ground so he wouldn't topple over. As another burst of cum shot from his cock, a shotgun exploded in his head. He saw the light, heard the thunderous crack, then saw and heard nothing more.
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Wanda couldn't stop herself from moaning. Pedro's big cock felt like a fist slamming in and out of her ass. The big hairy ape slobbered over the back of her neck and shoulders as he ass-fucked her. His breath reeked of chewing tobacco and garlic and rotted teeth. Wanda wanted to vomit, but at the same time she couldn't deny that being fucked up the ass by this stinking beast gave her a perverse kind of pleasure, nor could she deny that she took an even more perverse pleasure in watching the expressions of pain and disgust on Marian's face. To Marian, this rape had to be the worst kind of degradation, violating everything she stood for, in addition to her body.
"Ohhhh, please!" Marian wailed. "Oh God, stop it!"
Red laughed, fucking all the harder, grunting all the more like the sadistic filthy pig he was. Pressed against Marian as she was, Wanda could see Red's lust-crazed face. She watched the bald man, with his shriveled skin, bite at Marian's neck like a striking cobra. Marian froze, as if his poison had taken instant effect on her. A reddish fluid leaked down Marian's neck from where Red's teeth were sunk in- Red's spit mixed with Marian's blood. Red's eyes glazed over, turned back with ecstasy, and he began to grunt as he pumped his cum-load up Marian's asshole. At almost the same moment, Pedro crushed Wanda in a bear-hug and poured his slimy cum-load into her asshole. The two men grunted as they fucked their flexing, pleasure-racked cocks in and out of the two women.
Wanda felt Pedro's filthy cock flexing inside her, imagined it a squirming snake spitting venom into her ass guts. For some wicked reason, the image gave her pleasure. She contracted her asshole, squeezing Pedro's hard cock with her shithole walls, helping milk the cum out of him. She felt very dirty, very evil, and yet she was delighted with herself. She wondered if she was losing her mind.
Then she thought she was seeing things, hallucinating. A monkey dashed out of the dark bushes behind Red, arms swinging, and dropped to its knees just inches from the man. As it hit the sand, it slammed its paw down on the back of Red's bald head with a terrible crack. Red's eyes gaped with shock, then rolled back and closed. He fell away from Marian, the blood starting to trickle down his hairless scalp. Wanda saw the monkey's teeth flash white in the failing light. She saw the beast stand, and it was then she recognized Teddy, a large chunk of white coral in his hand. Pedro's grip on Wanda loosened and he fell away from her with a pained grunt.
"We got 'em," said a voice behind Wanda. There was only one voice like that in the world-the voice of her brat kid brother ...
Wanda had never tied anybody up before, so she used three times the rope she had to to secure Pedro, Red, and the boss. Marian assisted, breaking into giggles every few moments as if she had a feather tickling her asshole. Wanda glanced at Marian, wondering if the woman had lost her mind or was having spontaneous orgasms. Maybe the bloodied heads of the three naked, unconscious men excited Marian. Whatever was Marian's problem, Wanda didn't have time to worry about it.
As the women worked to immobilize the three pirates. Buster and Teddy got hold of a pistol and a shotgun and went off hunting for Steve and Phoebe. The boys had hardly disappeared into the darkening woods when they reappeared, guns aimed at Steve, who held his hands high. Phoebe appeared moments later, whimpering as she stumbled out of the woods.
"Don't kill him," Phoebe gibbered. "Please don't shoot him!" She fell in front of the boys and wrapped her arms around Buster's legs.
Both Marian and her girlfriend have lost their minds, Wanda thought. She ran over and had to pull Phoebe away, assuring the girl that Buster and Teddy would not shoot Steve- unless they had to. Actually, she wouldn't put it past the little morons to blast Steve's head off just for the fun of it. They didn't, though- they ordered Wanda and Marian to tie Steve up.
It surprised Wanda how both childish and mature the two boys were. They insisted on leaving the island immediately, with darkness coming on-because they were bored and wanted to get back home. They said the girls could drop them off at Key West and then finish the trip without them-they'd had enough. At the same time, the boys had sense enough to ransack the shrimp boat for any weapons, money, two-way radios, or gasoline-all of which they had the girls load into The Bull Run.
They left the pirates with some canned food, a jack-knife with can opener attached, and enough gasoline to get the shrimp boat several miles out to sea, perhaps into a shipping lane. With the jack-knife, one of the men could eventually saw through his ropes and set himself and the others free. But that would take a long time, enough time for The Bull Run to cruise many miles off into the safety of the darkness. The boys thought of everything, probably because of all the adventure shows they'd watched on TV.
Chapter Twelve
Buster had stolen the boss' stool and Panama hat and now sat behind the wheel of The Bull Run, looking completely confident and in control as he piloted the boat on a direct course toward Key West-or so he claimed. Wanda wasn't so confident. She didn't think the little punk with the incessant boner knew any more about steering a course at sea than she did. But she wasn't going to argue. The two boys were in control now, and Marian and Phoebe worshiped them as all-knowing, all-powerful gods, as saviors. If Wanda opened her mouth contrary to the boys, she'd immediately be out-voted four to one.
At least the waters here looked familiar, and the many islands. They were somewhere in the Florida keys, whether they were headed straight for Key West or not.
"I've gotta piss," Buster said. He stretched, yawning.
Marian and Phoebe kneeled at the foot of his stool, their mouths wide open. Buster bent his stiff cock down, his face straining slightly as he tried to get a piss stream going. As the yellow fluid dribbled out at first, then began to shoot, the two women fought with each other to catch it in their mouths. Buster squirted their adoring faces, their open mouths, their naked tits with piss. When he was done, he made them lick his cock and balls clean, which the two women did.
Teddy was lying flat out on the deck, his hands behind his head, tanning his hairless armpits. His cock throbbed against his belly as he watched Buster piss on the girls.
He glanced at Wanda arrogantly. "Hey bitch, sit on it!" Wanda felt like kicking the little punk's ass.
She'd sit on it! She'd skin his cock alive! She got up from her deck chair and wiggled over to him, her tits wobbling, delighted as his prick flexed up, quivering. He thought he was the boss, he thought he was in control, but his prick was a slave to her wiggling ass. She kneeled down, straddling him with her back turned to him, and reached down to grasp his stiff fucker. Her cunt devoured the red-hot fuck-rod and Teddy groaned. As she began to ride his cock, her cunt clenched tightly. She played with his hairless balls and showed him her rotating ass. Teddy gasped, squirming under her. His cock swelled inside her pussy, turning to steel.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" the boy mumbled.
His brown toes clutched. His ass bounced. As Wanda fucked up and down, Teddy humped frantically, fucking his cock up into her drooling pussy.
Wanda saw her cunt juices trickling over the boy's brown balls, and she massaged the slick cream into them. His balls squirmed between her fingers.
Teddy suddenly rammed a finger up Wanda's ass. He pumped it in and out, fucking her ass with his finger as she squirmed, her asshole quivering with tingles. He yanked his finger out, gripped her ass, and forced her to pull up off his cock.
"I wanna fuck your smelly asshole," the boy growled. "Sit on it, bitch!"
Wanda felt like slapping the filthy-mouthed boy in the face and at the same time kissing him. As much as she hated being treated like a piece of meat, she found that being called bitch and ordered around excited her. It seemed that the more she was mistreated and degraded, the more she got turned on. Ironically, she missed those filthy pirates. They'd abused her beyond belief-but they'd turned her on beyond belief, too. Teddy's cock slipped up her asshole like a hot snake.
"Oh, yeahhh!" Teddy moaned. His lingers dug into her asscheeks and he made her jerk up and down and ass-fuck his bone-hard cock. "Hey, can you fart? Fart on my cock, bitch!"
Wanda found that with a little effort she was able to produce a hot fart to please the boy. He laughed, stabbing his cock in and out of her fart-filled asshole. Then he pulled his cock out of her ass.
"One of you sluts over there, get over here and clean the shit off my cock," Teddy said.
Wanda couldn't believe how Marian and Phoebe scrambled over on their hands and knees like two animals to fight over sucking Teddy's shit-flavored cock. They cooed like two babies with a bottle as they took turns sucking Teddy's cock clean. Teddy pushed the girls away and rammed his cock up Wanda's cunt again.
Buster set the wheel and slipped off the stool. As he swaggered over, his prick wagging, he shook the Panama hat off his head with a quick snap of his neck. He grabbed Wanda's head and shoved his prick in her mouth. He fucked her face with abandon.
"Come on, suck that big cock! You love the taste of it, don't you?" Buster gave her a few cracks on the skull with his open hand, and Wanda started sucking.
Teddy fucked his cock in and out of Wanda's cunt. He had a finger up her asshole again and was ramming both his finger and cock into her simultaneously as she bounced up and down.
"Piss on my cock!" Teddy said. "I wanna feel that hot juice all over my balls." He slapped her ass. "Piss, bitch!"
Wanda had no trouble letting go. She felt a tremendous relief as her piss gushed out of her cunt and bathed Teddy's bare balls. The smell of hot pussy and female piss rose in the humid air as her piss pooled on the deck and ran under Teddy's ass.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Teddy churned his prick inside her pissing pussy and began to shoot cum. He squirmed, nibbing his ass in her piss as he fired his cum-load up her contracting cunt.
Buster hardly gave Teddy time to pump out his cum-load before he dragged Wanda off his moaning buddy and threw her on the deck. Then he jumped on her, jack-knifing her legs and pinning her knees to her shoulders as he rammed his cock up her piss-dribbling, cum-oozing pussy. He crushed her down with all his weight, fucking his cock in and out other, kissing her savagely as he stared straight into her eyes. Wanda whimpered, staring back into the eyes of her kid brother. He knew how to handle her. She reached up, embracing him, clawing at his back as he fucked her.
"Hey, you two dumb girls," Teddy said. "Don't just sit there, do something! Suck on, his toes or something. Make him feel good."
Marian and Phoebe threw themselves on their bellies and started licking Buster's feet and sucking his dirty toes.
"Mmmn, yeah, suck 'em!" Buster mumbled, his blue eyes rolling. He quickened his fucking, stabbing his six-inch cock in so deep that Wanda swore it had grown several more inches.
"Ohhhhh, fuck meeee!" Wanda moaned. "Oh God, give it to me!" She'd never dreamed she'd one day be begging such things of her own kid brother. But this boy knew how to handle her, knew how to use his cock. She'd do anything for him-absolutely anything!
As Buster bore down, ramming Wanda again and again, driving her to the brink of total ecstasy, Wanda caressed and clawed his back, got her hands around his asscheeks and started playing with them. His asscrack felt greasy with sweat, and she rubbed her fingers up and down it. She found his asspucker, felt it twitching, and probed it with the tip of one finger. The boy's asshole got hold of the tip of her finger and seemed to suck at it. Wanda let her finger slide into his ass. She started to finger-fuck his asshole as he fucked her pussy. Something swelled in his asshole and he began to shake.
"Oh, goddamn!" Buster moaned, his eyes glazed over and rolled back. His cock flexed, his asshole clutched, and his cum shot into her pussy like milk from a cow's tit. He shuddered in her arms, fucking wildly, pumping out his hot cum-load.
Wanda felt fists of tension pounding in her loins. She whined, in near pain from the intensity of the sensations as they exploded inside her. She jerked, gasping as the spasms hit her again and again. Her cunt became a milking hand, a sucking mouth that nearly skinned her brother's cock alive as it delivered her his load of jizz. She gazed straight into her brother's eyes, watching his expression of ecstasy.
The spell of mutual pleasure broke, and Buster pushed away from Wanda as if she were contaminated. He laughed as Teddy stood over Wanda and started to piss in her face. At the boys' orders, Wanda opened her mouth and let the piss stream in and overflow. They ordered her to drink their piss, and she did. Wanda hated them and yet adored them-she couldn't explain why.
Buster said he had to shit, and Teddy said he did, too. They made Phoebe and Marian lie on the deck with their mouths wide open. The boys squatted over the girls' open mouths. As their turds slipped from their assholes and into the mouths of the two submissive women, Wanda started to laugh. Soon she couldn't stop.
