Part 1

Rachel couldn’t believe it. She was standing at the customs office on the Caribbean in her WAVE officer’s uniform. Joining the navy had started as a drunken joke one night with the Monica, Phoebe and the guys. But some how the joke had turned into reality and now six months later she was waiting for Monica to arrive on a patrol boat, which patrolled the small island where they were stationed.

It was another hot day so she wore her summer uniform with a short sleeveless blouse, which hardly contained her thrusting breasts. Maybe on reflection a wonder bra wasn’t the best thing to wear under her uniform. Her light brown hair was cut shorter back in the familiar “shag” style of a few years ago, but now it was bunched up under her cap. She also wore dark glasses and a white short skirt.

Rachel paced up and down the quayside looking over at the other boats in the harbour. The island was mainly populated by West Indians who fished the waters owned by the US Navy, they were tolerated but not liked. The small Navy base ran two mini anti drugs boats with five man/women crews. One such boat was in the harbour, the boat she commanded with a four-man crew. Monica commanded the other. This was the boat she was waiting for.

On the harbour side several topless natives were busy unloading their boats with fish, crabs, lobsters. Their dark brown bodies glistening with sweat as they busied themselves getting the fish ready for market.

On the gun ship two of the sailors under Rachel’s command watched her strutting up and down the harbour.

“Fucking officers,” Ron the shortest of the two men moaned, “they come over here and ruin a perfectly good scam.”

Peter was younger than Ron was, he was trying to get a tan and earn a pretty packet before he went back to the states, but the arrival of the two female officers had ruined all that, “We just have to be more careful with them around.”

Ron watched Rachel turn, he watched her bouncing breasts, “Those jugs sure do look fuckable.”

“That’s our solution is it?” Peter said sarcastically, “we fuck her tits?”

Meanwhile on the other boat Monica was having problems of her own. They’d caught up with a suspected smugglers ship when totally unexpected the fishermen had pulled out guns. It all happened so quickly. The smugglers boarded her boat, screaming orders at her men who seemed half-asleep. Guns were aimed, orders barked. Monica grabbed a revolver from her belt and fired hitting one of the smugglers in the shoulder. From behind a rifle butt whacked the back of her head and she feel into darkness.

When she awoke she felt a dull throbbing in the back of her head. She slowly opened her eyes and looked straight into the face of one of her men. John was smiling at her, speaking softly, “Monica, I mean ma’am. Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” Monica went to move but found she couldn’t. She was fixed to the floor by something. Her head was free so she looked around. Her arms and legs where secured by ropes. Her white blouse was open and the purple bra containing her enormous breasts was revealed for all to see. Her WAVE cap was still on her head and she looked around to see the rest of her crew and about ten smugglers.

“What the hell is going on here!” she yelled, “Watson undo these straps!”

Seaman Watson shook his head, “No can do ma’am.”

“You seem,” it was John, “we made a deal with these gentlemen. They were gonna kill us all. But we made a deal.”

“Okay,” Monica smiled, “this isn’t funny any more guys. Guys!”

Someone spoke, “Prepare her!”

With that order her crew lunged at her helpless body. One man ripped open her bra making her huge boobs spill out. Another cut her knickers off and pushed her skirt up, tucking it into her waist.

“Good,” the voice continued as a fat sweaty man moved into view, he reminded Monica of Orson Welles as he chewed on a stubby cigar and mopped his bloated face with a white stained cloth, “so glad you could make it Lt Tits.” He stared at her jugs; “ You have a most intelligent crew. Very intelligent. I’m Captain Anaconda. My friends call me Snake.”

“I demand you let me go captain!”

“But you must be punished my dear, so your men can go free.” He mopped his wet brow; “the best way to punish you is to be fucked. To be fucked over and over again by a dozen cocks, until your cunt is sore and leaking with scum and your mouth has that wonderful layer of jism coating the inside. You men, very intelligent men, have agreed to help us with this task.”

Snake spat his cigar out and reached down to his belt. Monica felt her stomach knot in fear. He meant it, she looked at the rest of the mean starring at her exposed breasts and her spread open legs, they meant it.

Watson spoke, “We want you to be first Snake. Go on sir, fuck this Lt cunt.”

“You fucking pig!” screamed Monica, “If you touch me, you fat shit, I’ll see to it that you’re punished! That you’re whole crew are punished! You fucking fat bastard!”

The captain took his time removing his huge trousers; “Oh I am so scared.” He pulled his pants down to reveal his huge dirty dick, ten inches long and three inches in diameter, “Now you can see why they call me Snake.”

He fell on top of her and Monica thought she was going to be crushed by this fat pig. She felt the head of his huge cock force itself into her dry cunt and started to scream. There was nothing she could do, as he rammed his cock deeper into her pussy, ripping it apart as he did so. His hands squashed her huge pink boob together and his mouth sucked and chewed at her dark nipples.

And thus the orgy began.

On shore Rachel watched a seagull swoop down, grab a chunk of dead fish meat and swoop back up, eating as it went. She shivered. She hated the dirty birds. They ate garbage, they ate anything.

Virgil one of the sailors watched Rachel approach his boat. He noticed how her uniform was stretched so tightly about her arse and cunt he thought (in his dreams) he could see the outline of her crack, and the lips of her pussy. He imagined that he could also see her light brown pubic fur and imagined she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

Her boobs were barely contained in her crisp white blouse. He could not understand how they stayed inside her uniform as they bounced and shook when she walked. He imagined her deep cleavage; he imagined her boobs pressing against his face as he bit and sucked at them.

The WAVE and her mammoth jugs came closer. Virgil could now visualise her nipples pressing hard against her uniformed shirt. Virgil’s fantasy was brought back to earth with a thud as he cut his finger with a fishing hook.

He sucked at the blood, then rose as Rachel walked passed.

“Hello,” he said as he tried to keep his eyes off her boobs, “I am Virgil. This is my boat. You must be one of the new WAVE’s from the base.”

“Yes,” Rachel said sarcastically, “of course I am. That’s what the uniform is for. What do you want? Running any drugs lately?”

“No I’m just a fisherman.”

A seagull swooped down towards them making Rachel jump, “Fucking birds!” she snapped.

“They’re the garbage collectors of the sea,” Virgil smiled he ivory white teeth glinting in the sun against his chocolate brown face, “they have their place and they serve their purpose.”

“Well, I can’t stand them. We’ll clear this bay of those filthy birds one way or another. Maybe my boys can use them for target practice.”

“You can’t do that miss. It would ruin the balance.”

“The balance of what?”

“Of nature. The natural order. The birds are…”

“Yes, yes,” Rachel interrupted, “you people have your funny little ways. All that voodoo shit and everything. Haven’t you got work to do?”

Rachel strutted off.

Virgil leapt back on his boat, “Fucking bitch,” he said, “the fucking cunt!”

Phillip, one of his crew, a round happy black guy smiled, “What she been saying to upset you man?”

“The birds. She wants to kill the birds. Bitch whore.”

Phillip kept his smile, “Keep it down. She’s not worth it.”

Virgil sucked at his bloody finger and watched the WAVE walk back to the base imaging what a couple of fish hooks and a few seagulls could do to her firm hard tits.

Part 2

As the fat sweating captain fucked Lt Monica’s raw pussy she began to scream and toss her head from side to side with the pain the captain’s huge prick was causing her as he thrust harder and harder into her. The members of Snake’s crew began taking their clothes off and went over to the captive bitch.

Hands went all over her body, especially on her big, jutting tits, grabbing fleshy handfuls, tugging at the tit-flesh, yanking and twisting her nipples and generally abusing her sensitive breasts. Other hands fondled other parts of the young WAVE’s body. Fingers rammed into her arsehole, other pinched and slapped her buttocks and inner thighs.

Watson and John wanted in on the action. They knelt either side of Monica’s head, looking at the pain in her beautiful face framed by her dark brown hair and WAVE cap. They watched as she tossed her head from side to side, her mouth open in a scream and they began feeding their dicks into her beautiful, haughty face. First she would turn to her left and Watson would pop the head of his cock into her face. He would hold her head down for a while, thrusting his cock in and out of her luscious rubbery lips, then he would release her head and she would turn to her right to get away from his prick.

But as soon as she did she would encounter John thick dripping tool. He would jam it into her open mouth, hold her head in place and fuck hard in and out of her face making her gag on each stroke as rammed his cock into the back of the Lt’s throat.

The captain without warning pulled out of her stretched and abused cunt, “Next?” he looked at his crew and stood up wanking his thick shaft.

Another man started fucking the WAVE’s gapping pussy as Watson and John continued their face fucking game with their superior officer.

The rest of the patrol boats crew were now naked, waiting their turn.

The two sailors grabbed Monica’s head, holding it still and pressing both of their cocks against her face.

“Open your mouth bitch!” screamed John; “We have your breakfast ready!”

Watson forced his officer’s mouth open with his thumb and then both of their long cocks began to discharge their creamy loads into her mouth.

Monica began choking and spluttering as the hot spunk boiled into her mouth, gushing over her deep red lips and into her throat. To make a point John fucked his cock into her mouth forcing her gulp down several mouthfuls of their hot spunk.

John fucked away at her mouth making sure she was swallowing, then Watson took his place pushing his cockhead down her throat with his thick load.

Gasping for air Monica endured their pricks slapping her face and wiping more cum around her face.

Suddenly another man climbed onto her face and started fucking her abused throat.

Captain Anaconda lit himself a cigar as he watched the men gang rape the female officer. Now they were double fucking her, one man fucking the shit out of her ass while another shafted her cunt. They were even fucking her big tits, forcing a dick between them and ramming back and forth, until it blasted spunk all over her hot jugs and long elegant neck.

He smoked five cigars slowly and methodically and during that time they used her again and again. They poured their spunk into and onto her squirming helpless body. Snake could hardly see the woman through the attack; just thrusting buttocks off his men as they fucked no stop her cunt, arse, mouth and tits. Every so often he would hear the officer’s pitiful screams or the loud gurgling as she was forced to suck off another cock.

Eventually as he finished his sixth cigar they started crawling off her scummy, quaking body. She was not screaming anymore, just lying there coated in their cum. Her face and hair matted with the stuff, her pussy stretched open and dripping with spunk.

Monica could see properly as one of her crew had made a point of cumming in her eyes. She lifted her head trying to work out what was happening and came face to face with the Captain’s huge cock.

She managed to let out a “MMMMMMUUUUPPPHHH!!” as he shoved it into her face.

The captain grabbed her head and started fucking he face and back forth over his cock. He bounced on her tits and he face fucked her. Monica’s eyes widened as she felt the man’s huge thick cock push into her throat where her tight muscles started milking his three inch thick cockhead.

“Yes!” murmured the Captain as he held her ears making her fuck him with her mouth.

On shore Ron looked at the automatic rifle in his hand, then back to the busty officer, “Sorry, you want me to what ma’am?”

“I want you and Peter to go and shot the seagulls around the base.” Rachel couldn’t understand what the problem was.

Peter shifted slightly, “Ma’am we can’t.”

“Why not?” Rachel took the rifle off of Ron, “it’s very simple, follow me.”

Ron looked over at Peter his eyes wandering up to the heavens as they followed their superior officers out into the late afternoon sunshine.

Virgil watched Rachel strut across the bay towards the shore; he knew Ron and Peter and wondered what was going on. The big titted officer had a gun, an automatic rifle. What the fuck was she up to?

“What the fuck?” he said as Rachel aimed at a gull and blasted the poor birds head off.

The rifle shot echoed around the bay. Virgil’s West Indian crew looked up from their various jobs and saw what was going on.

“Simple isn’t it?” Rachel was heard to say shoving the rifle back into Ron’s hands.

Virgil leapt off his boat, “You fucking mad!” he screamed as he ran towards Lt Rachel, “you crazy bitch or something?”

Rachel sighed, “This has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me!” Virgil saw his six-man crew jump to shore, “you can’t just kill these birds without…”

“I can!” Rachel cut him short holding her finger up to him.

Virgil grabbed her finger and twisted it. She let out a little yelp then said to Ron and Peter; “Do something!”

Ron looked around, “If you say so ma’am.”

And he grabbed two handfuls off her fleshy boobs and squeezed them as hard as he could, “Come to papa!” he yelled rubbing his face into her blouse.

Rachel began to hit Ron’s head with her fist but soon Peter and the rest of Virgil’s crew helped him. The men gathered around her, Virgil still held her finger bending it backwards while Ron was like a limpet mine on her jutting tits.

“Let me go you fucking nigger!” she screamed at Virgil as her other wrist was grabbed by Phillip’s strong hands.

Suddenly they all feel to the ground, Ron made a point of punching her fat knockers a few times and other grabbed handfuls of her tit flesh, yanking and twisting them. Virgil let her finger go and kicked her in the side of the head. Everything went black.

On the patrol boat Monica was ready to pass out. Snake held her head hard against his crotch, letting his prick sit lodged in her throat. He pulled out letting her gasp for air just as he started cumming in her mouth.

“Hold it in your mouth!” he demanded, “don’t swallow!”

He fucked away splurting hot jism into her mouth, which she tried not to swallow. When he was finished he stood up looking down at her. Her cheeks ballooned with her mouthful of cum. The nostrils flared as she breathed through her nose.

Her bounds where untied and still with her mouthful of the captain’s spunk she was lifted to her feet.

One of the men did up her blouse; another adjusted her hat, while a third pulled her skirt down. She could feel cum running down her legs from her arse and pussy. It was an amusing site Lt Monica with her mouth bloated holding in the spunk while a pool of spent jism formed at her feet.

“Salute me,” Snake smiled lighting another cigar.

Monica saluted.

“And swallow.”

Her face screwed up with disgust as she swallowed the thick creamy spunk making the men watching her cheer.

Part 3

“What a pair,” somewhere in the back of her brain Rachel heard Ron’s voice, “they’d look great tied and bound.”

Rachel opened her eyes slowly. She was propped up against the side of the cabin on Virgil’s fishing boat. The men had opened her blouse and pulled her huge tits out of her bra, so that they were hanging out in front of her. Ron was rubbing and fondling them. Peter was weighing each one in turn with his hands.

“Get the fuck off!” she screamed suddenly trying to push them away, but her hands were secure, handcuffed behind her back, “get off of me!”

Virgil knelt down facing Rachel. Next thing she new was a sock, a stinking smelly sock was shoved in her mouth. Her legs were still free so she kicked out at the black man as he stood up. Two pairs of hands grabbed her legs, holding them hard against the wet deck.

Rachel watched in horror as all the black crew started to strip. Peter was now chewing on her left breast and Ron…..Ron was rubbing had his prick out and was rubbing his cockhead against her right nipple. Her eyes widened as she saw the men’s large jutting organs, none of them fully erect, but all of them large and hard.

Phillip grinned, “Roll her over, so I can get to her arse.”

Peter and Ron grabbed her by her tits and rolled her on to her side. Tears formed in Rachel’s eyes as Phillip managed to worm his cock up her flaccid arsehole. She tried to resist, clenching her buttocks, but this made him more determined as he fucked his hard thick prick into her shit-chute, stretching her bowels.

They men laid the uniformed officer on top of Phillip’s huge body, her legs held open so that her pussy was fully exposed.

Peter wiped some sweat from his face, “She owes me some cunt,” he said as he climbed on top of his commanding officer and forced his thick erect cock between her dry cuntlips.

Rachel’s face was twisted in pain as the two men fucked away at her abused holes; both buffeted against each other. The sock filled her mouth so she was unable to scream. Peter head onto the top of her head, forcing her WAVE cap down her forehead as he jack hammered her pussy as hard as he could.

Lt Rachel felt her body being torn between the two fat cocks. She could feel the hot throbbing prick inside her anus, the huge prick heads forcing her passages open. She wanted to tell them to stop, to scream for help, but all she could do is endure their pounding cocks.

Virgil stood by Ron who couldn’t keep his eyes off her breasts as they shook and bounced under the onslaught.

“Go on,” Virgil said, “You take her tits. I’ll take the officer’s throat.”

On the small patrol boat Monica pressed her breasts together trapping Captain Anaconda’s cock between the soft pink pillows.

“Good,” he smiled holding her between his legs, “now what do you do?”

“Tit fuck,” she murmured.

“Pardon?” the captain sucked on his cigar, “you want to give me what?”

“A tit fuck.”

“Go on then.”

And Lt Monica did. Rubbing her breasts up and down over the bloated captain’s prick. He delighted in the sight of WAVE Lt tit fucking him. What made it even between was he was fucking her breasts through her uniform blouse.

“Harder! Faster!”

She jerked up and down holding her tits hard around his cock, pumping away, she couldn’t help watching the thick prick head pop out of the crisp white cleavage. In and out it went as she fucked him with her huge hard jugs.

Lt Monica had a determined look on her face as the cock fucked in and out of her squashed boobs.

“Do you want me to cum?” Snake smiled at the Lt.

She looked up still tit fucking him; “You are a pig.”

“Oh my dear,” the captain laughed, “for that I think I am going to have to fuck your stuck up cunt again.”

Snake pulled her up by her shoulders, pulling her tits off of his prick. He slapped both her fat breasts and spanked her arse until she was positioned over his cock.

“I’m going to let you control your fuck,” he put his hands on her shoulders, “isn’t that nice of me?”

Lt Monica turned her head away not wanting to look him in the face. But Snake slapped her around the face turning her back, “I want to watch how much you enjoy my cock,” he grinned, “Now get it up you Lt I know you want it.”

Monica was forced to looking into the fat bloated face as he leered at her while she gripped the shaft and guided his thick cockhead between hr cunt lips. She paused, breathing in, then sank slowly down.

Snake groaned.

“Do you like it officer tits? Do you like a big hard prick up you eh?”

Monica couldn’t reply, she gritted her teeth as once more she endured the long thick cock inside her.

“Move yourself,” Snake spanked her buttocks, “up and down!”

Lt Monica began to rise and fall slowly. Her feet where still on the floor and her limbs bent and straightened with her movements as she pulled the thick cock in and out of her stretched and invaded pussy. Up and down, up and down…..

On shore Lt Rachel was watching in horror as Ron grabbed her two huge mounds of tit flesh, sinking his fingers into them. He pinched and tore at the nipples sending waves of pain into her body. Virgil propped up Rachel’s head so she could see her tits being pushed together by Ron as he shoved his long thick cock between her knockers. The head of the prick looked obscene sticking out of her cleavage, pushing towards her face, poking her on her chin.

Virgil pulled out the sock and as she gasped for air Ron’s prick drove between her lips.

Virgil laughed, “Look at this dirty cunt. She wants to suck cock!”

He obliged by turning her head to the side and before she could protest his black cock slipped between her red inviting lips and he started feeding inch after inch of his ten-inch monster into her unwilling mouth.

Now they all fucked away harder than before. Her arse and cunt stretched open, Ron busy fucking her big juicy tits and Virgil face fucking her forcing his cock black cock deeper and harder into her mouth.

Rachel’s mind raced, she didn’t know which way was up, she didn’t know anything. She was their fuck toy, a busty uniformed bitch being used in every available hole. Even her tits were being used as another cunt. Virgil’s cock was now gagging her with each stroke as it punched away at the back of her throat. Phillip came first, blasting the inside of her virgin bowels. Peter followed filling her cunt with his hot bubbling spunk. Ron finished his tit wank by spraying the side of her face with his thick juice. All attention turned to Vrigil who was now fucking violently in and out of the officer’s mouth using her uniform, capped head for leverage as his prick sawed in and out of her aching lips. He stuffed is cock all the way into her throat, feeding it into her inch by inch and then ripped it all the way out again watching her wide eyes as he did so.

He knew she was choking with each stroke but he didn’t give a shit. Just for fun he would now and again let his cock rest lodged in her throat as her gullet convulsed and milked his black thick prick. After a few more of these cock gags he started fucking her face with more violence shoving in until his balls with slapped against her chin. In the middle of one of these plunges he started to cum, letting his cock rest in her throat sending his salty spunk spitting right down into her belly.

Mouthful after mouthful was fed into Lt Rachel, which she was forced to swallow. Virgil plucked his cock from her throat and pulled his black snake out of her choking, gagging mouth.

Virgil stood up and looked down at the broken officer. He turned to his crew, gave and nod and they were all upon her, cocks out, shoving in and out of her twitching convulsing holes.

Virgil took a piss over the side of the ship and watched the seagulls pecking at the remains of the bird the WAVE had shot. They weren’t finished with the busty officer. He smiled as he thought of the rest of his revenge plan and wondered how much abuse her tits would take.

Part 4

Lt Monica was exhausted. Her WAVE cap had fallen off to reveal her short dark brown hair, sweat poured down her face as she put her hands on Captain Anaconda’s shoulders and pulled her tight twat off of his thick hard prick. She’d been doing this for over quarter of an hour and she couldn’t do it any more. The captain prompted her to continue by punching one of her quivering melons. It flattened under his fist but she just slid back on to his cock whimpering in pain.

“You disappoint me,” Snake spat, “the boys will have to help you.”

Snakes crew gripped the officer’s body and began fucking her up and down on the captain’s cock. He could feel Monica’s soft bottom bouncing up and down on his fat thighs. Her breasts were bouncing too; Snake suddenly ripped away the uniform blouse so that her huge pink melons swung free. The crew gripped her tits and yanked them up and down making her fuck their captain.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Snake put his hands behind his head watching as she was forced up and down his shaft.

“That’s better Lt tits. Yes. Now wriggle your arse. Shake your booty as they say.”

The rhythm got faster the officers bottom squirming and wriggling her eyes wide open staring into Snakes leering dribbling face.

He pulled her close nuzzling her boobs, sucking and biting them. Without warning he yelled at his men to pull her off. They jerked her up, the cock popping out of her tight cunt. Snake grabbed her hands and forced them around his rock hard prick, he pressed her face against his cockhead and made her wank his shaft until another blast of cum sprayed her face coating her lips, nose, eyes, chin and hair in his spunk.

On fishing boat Lt Rachel was tied securely to the deck. Virgil tied to loops in a piece of coarse rope and put one loop over each of her breasts. He pulled them tight, cutting into her flesh making her jugs stick up into the air, swelling with blood, making them a deep red colour.

Next he went over to a bucket of bait and wandered over to the degraded and abused officer, “Are you having fun yet?”

He poured the bucket of cut up fish and squid on to her chest. Chunks of raw meat and thick fish blood dripped onto Rachel’s bound boobs making her shiver. Much of the blood trickled into her pronounced cleavage and chunks of fish meat stuck to her huge mounds. She could smell the stink of the dead fish trying to wonder what was going on.

Virgil and the rest of his men sat down, opened a few bottles of beer and waited for the fun the start.

Ron was a little bemused, then he heard the seagulls and it all started making sense.

The smell of the bait reached the gulls. They swarmed around the air, circling, screaming their high pitched cries. Eventually one of the more daring birds landed and stole a fish head off the deck of the boat. It grabbed it in its sharp hooked beak and then flew off. More birds swooped down taking the bait from the deck until it was all gone and the only fish left rested on Lt Rachel’s heaving, bound knocker.

“You are a sick fucker Virgil,” Ron said opening a beer and sitting next to the Virgil, “I drink to you, you sick fucker.”

It took about ten minutes, then the first seagull swooped down and plucked a chunk of dead squid from Rachel’s left tit.

“Aaaaiiieee!” she screamed in pain as the sharp beak broke her flesh and her own blood mixed with the bait.

Then the birds all began to take their turn, nervous at first, aerial attacks, then becoming more and more bold as they realised the woman could not move.

“AHHHH! UHHHH!” moaned Rachel her breasts being gouged by their sharp beaks as they tore at her tits for the squid and fish, “Please!” she started screaming, “Please stop them!”

Virgil laughed, “They’re cleaning up the garbage. It’s a voodoo nature thing.”

She heard them all laughing, only Peter looked shocked at the scene and the birds pecked and jabbed her bound boobs with their beaks. Seagulls started landing now on her trembling body. Perching on her thighs, her arms, her stomach and fed off her pink fat quaking melons. They stabbed and nipped getting a piece of bait and every so often and chunk of Rachel’s’ unprotected tit flesh.

Soon they were swarming all over the busty officer’s chest.

“Get them off me!” she screamed as loud as she could.

Peter went to move, but Ron held him back. The sailor was numbed by the brutality of the act. The birds pecked and ripped at his superior officer’s warm bound breasts. She was trying to twist and turn, trying desperately to get them off but they were confident now. As she moved they grasped their talons into her flesh and bit at her bloody torn breasts until her please for mercy turned into hysterical shrieks.

Peter couldn’t take anymore he aimed the automatic rifle in the air and fired three shots making the birds disperse.

“That’s enough,” he said looking at the other men, “she’s had enough for one day.”

Ron shrugged, “Yeah, I suppose it’s a waste of a good pair of jugs.”

Peter walked over to Rachel’s body, she was nearly unconscious. Ron came forward and poured a pitcher of water on her abused chest. It washed the blood off the still tied mounds and revealed long gashes in the officer’s once proud tits. They were not deep, but very painful. Ron took a cloth and started cleaning the wounds. By some miracle her nipples were intact.

“It’s not over yet,” Virgil said as one of his crew lifted Peter’s rifle, “you guys are either with us or with her.”

Ron looked at Rachel’s heaving trapped breast, “Oh well,” he smiled and punched her hard in the right boob, “when in Rome,” he punched the left one even harder.

Peter was pulled away by Ron as Virgil brought out two fishing lines with two fish hooks tied to the ends. Phillip took one hook and he took the other and together they walked over to the splayed brunette and each grasped her torn, bleeding tits in their hands.

“What now?” Rachel croaked.

Virgil dug his fingers into her massive boob bringing the sharp point of the fishhook to Rachel’s nipple and pricked it.

“Uuugghh!” groaned the abused officer.

“Sharp, isn’t it?” asked Virgil as Phillip stabbed her other extended nipple.

Both men grasped the big rubbery nub between their fingers and held it steady as they forced the hook through the sensitive flesh, hooking the nipple firmly. Rachel made in articulate sounds as they rolled out the fish line, both her inflamed nipples pierced.

They ran the line up over the WAVE’s body and hooked it high on one of the lateral masts. Then they started to pull on the lines and her jugs began to stretch up into the air hoisted by the hooks in her nipples.

They pulled and pulled, yanking out her massive tits, tugging them into long tormented versions of their true shape. They ignored her screams as the hooks threatened to rip right through her nipples.
Finally they stopped, only when Lt Rachel’s back was actually lifted off the deck by her tormented tits. They admired their work and tied off the lines.

They left her like this for half an hour until Peter persuaded them to untie her bleeding sore boobs.

That night the patrol boat returned with a subdued Monica. She walked into the officer’s quarters to find Rachel hunched over a sink tending to her torn and bruised bosoms. Rachel was in pain and angry. She looked at her tits in the mirror, she was sure she was scared for life.

“Tomorrow,” Monica said, “you can go on patrol.” She knew Snake was waiting out in the bay for another WAVE to fuck.

“Okay,” Rachel pressed some cotton wool with antiseptic against her right nipple, “You can stay on shore. Oh and Monica,” she turned looking at her friends large boobs, “why don’t you try shooting a few seagulls.”

The End