Special Guest Stars

Alexandra Paul as Commander Paul
Carey Lowell as Lt Commander Lowell

Part One

The music was unbearable, the beat thumping through the whole room and the lights didn’t help much either. They knew there were at least three video cameras on the go and about ten men watching their “act”.

The huge rubber dildo with two prickheads was inside both the female officer’s pussies. They were on all fours on the bed, in full dress whites, their arses high in the air and the pink rubber fake cock making a bridge between their dripping cunts. Gritting her teeth, sweat dribbling down from her cap into her eyes, Lt Rachel pushed back hard forcing the cock deeper into her friends battered pussy. Lt Monica almost collapsed from the onslaught, but managed to keep on her elbows and shove back harder.

The dildo fight was into its fifteenth minute. Ron watched with a grin on his face from behind the camera looking into Rachel’s sweaty distraught face. The other camera focused on Monica’s pain filled expression while the last video filmed a die shot of the two officers fucking the rubber cock.

“Both together!” yelled Virgil from the last camera, “fuck together!”

The two officers gripped the stained sheets of the bed and started fucking each other with the huge cock.

Ron undid his pants and went to Rachel’s grunting face, his long hard prick waving at her as he walked.

“Try and keep this in shot,” he said to Peter as he guided his prick towards Rachel’s groaning mouth.

As soon as she saw it coming she gritted her teeth.

“C’mon ma’am!” Ron moaned whacking his stiffening cock against her wet face, “You owe me some head!”

“MMMUUUUFFF!!” came a cry from Monica as Phillip forced his black prick passed her luscious red lips and deep into her throat. He gripped her ears and started face fucking the gasping officer.

Lt Rachel looked behind her. As she turned back Ron smacked her face again with his prick, “Get oFFFFFF!” she almost said as he held her head in place and pushed his long prick into her unwilling mouth.

Virgil smiled as he watched the scene. In away they were destroying the drug problem. Porn videos, hour loops of WAVE fuckings sold better on the mainland than cocaine and Anaconda was quite happy to change his shipment as long as the money kept rolling in. And as long as he could guest star now and again with the US Navy Officer fuck dolls.

“Yeah,” Virgil grinned, grabbed a pen and jotted down the title “US NAVY OFFICER FUCK DOLLS”.

“Get to the money shot!” yelled Peter over the music; “we’re nearly out of tape.”

Phillip was already there; he yanked his cock from Lt Monica’s throat and sprayed her face with a shot of thick creamy spunk, which splattered her eyes, forehead and navy cap.

Ron made Rachel keep her mouth open and her tongue out and he wanked himself while his cockhead lay on her tongue. With a jolt he came, spunk coating the officer’s tongue and some shooting down her throat making her gag. He made her suck his cock dry before a few slaps around the face and the tape ran out.

Meanwhile in Washington……

“The President is none too pleased with this turn of events,” the secretary of state addressed the group around the large conference table, “we had a similar situation back in the Gulf with female air pilots, but, Christ, this is on our very doorstep.”

He lifted the remote and switched on the TV screen that covered the far walk. All of a sudden in sprung to life showing an image of Lt Rachel trying to deep throat a huge black prick.

“We never see the faces of the men. They’re black, white and one may be Hispanic. No ransom letter, no demands. We know where these are coming from Base 6789. We call the base and everything is okay. Well, seems okay.” He froze the image. The prick was all the way in Rachel’s mouth, the balls touching her lips, a cock lump in her slender throat.

The image went blank.

The secretary of state shifted slightly hoping the hard on pressing against his trousers wasn’t too obvious, “Only conclusion is that these officers are taking part or even in charge of the making of these videos.”

He paused looking around the room, focusing on the two WAVE officers standing at the back. They almost looked the same. Tall, slender, firm breasts, long elegant necks, short cropped brown hair. Their faces were different, one long, determined with high cheekbones, hazel eyes and prominent ears. The other had a softer face, rounder with eyes that seemed to read his very mind. Both had haircuts that left their ears visible, both very short, soft brown hair, not even reaching the back of their collars. For a moment the secretary imagined the harder looking one with the black cock in her mouth, wincing as it pushed further and further into her throat, a throat which would clearly show any intrusion.

He wanted to sit down but didn’t think he could. He knew the President wouldn’t be available for this meeting, as he would be too busy wanking over the latest offering, what was it again? “US Navy Officer Fuck Dolls”? The other titles drifted into his mind: “Five Into One Does Go.” “Violent Face Fucks 1,2 and 3”, “Uniform Titty Fucks”.

With a thud he came back to reality, “So!” he suddenly said making everyone including the two new WAVEs jump, “I have asked Commander Paul and Lt Commander Lowell to fly out tonight and sort these two women out.”

“Thank you sir,” Commander Paul smiled, not knowing what the secretary of state was imagining or knowing what she was letting Lt Comdr. Lowell and herself in for.

Part Two

Ron was busy editing another video when the door to the editing suite burst open. Virgil was almost out of breath, he'd run all the way from the officer’s mess where he’d just read the fax he held in his right hand.

“We’re fucked!” he gasped.

“No,” Ron pointed to an image on the screen, “she’s fucked, you’re just out of breath.”

“Listen shithead. Washington is sending over two top Navy investigators to look this base over. I knew this was a bad fucking idea. I knew we should have kept the tapes for ourselves.”

“You’re crazy man,” Ron smiled, “we’ve made double what we would have on the usual drink and drugs runs. If “Violent Face Fucks 3” was a record we would have had a platinum up there on the wall. Does it say who these mutha fuckers are?”

“Paul and Lowell.”

“When do they arrive?”

“Sunday.”

“Two days. Easy, we pack the Lt’s on a boat for the day. We make nice with the inspectors. We show them a well-oiled, well-run base. We say the officers will be away for a week and give them a report they’ve written. Well, we’ll write it.” Ron turned back to the video screen, “plus if we play out cards right they might want in of the deal and want to have a violent face fuck with Lt Rachel, or maybe some deep throat action from Lt Monica. You worry too much Virgil.”

“Okay,” Virgil left the suite still worrying about the coming inspectors.

The plane flying from Washington was Air Force 2, a lavish 747 equipped like a hotel. Plenty of legroom and space, it’s own bar and a fully operation radar system. Lt Commander Lowell sat on a large seat, in her Navy whites, her cap on the floor, the fingers on her right hand pushing deep into her exposed pussy and her other fingers being sucked by her pouting lips.

In front of her Commander Paul had her Navy cap on her head, her blouse open exposing her full pink breasts. She cupped them in her hands tweaking her nipple, aiming it at her second in command.

“Baby wanna suck?” she smiled.

“Baby wanna suck,” repeated Lowell like a small girl.

Commander Paul moved her hands down to her crutch, pulled her dress to reveal her trimmed brown pubes, her cuntlips peaking through, wet, and inviting. Her finger rubbed against her lips, “Baby wanna suck this?”

Lowell gasped as she pushed three fingers inside her tight cunt, “Baby wanna suck and lick and bite!” he managed to say.

Commander Paul moved towards the young woman pulling her head into her hot wet crutch. Carey starting licking around her lovers lips, pushing her tongue in every so often, deep into her steaming flesh, searching for the clit. Alexandra moaned as the tongue stabbed at her sensitive nub. She gripped Carey’s soft brown hair, forcing her face further between her legs.

Lt Commander Lowell nibbled away at her superior’s pussy. Her hands moving up and grabbing the Commander’s firm breasts. Alexandra jolted, grinding her crutch against the woman’s face, her Navy cap almost toppling off of her head.

They repositioned. Carey lying on the floor of the plane, Alexandra straddling her head and leaning down to suck at the other well-trimmed naval pussy. The two officers buffeted against each other in the sixty-nine position. The Commander started slapping Carey’s pussy with the palm of her hand and the Lt Commander obliged slapping and sucking at her friends dripping pussy.

Fingers, tongues, even nose explored the now soaking wet cunts. Pussy juice smeared each officer’s face as Lowell started licking and rimming her Commanders clean tight arsehole.

“I’m cuuuummmmiing!” screamed Commander Paul sitting right up on Carey’s face rubbing her arse into the woman’s face as her tongue actually shoved up her butt hole, “yes! Yes! That’s it!”

She looked up to see the co-pilot of the plane looking at her and big smile on his face.

“Suck baby!” Commander Paul wiggled her butt on the Lt Commander’s face. Under the woman’s large pink arse cheeks you could only see the top of Carey’s light brown hair, “we have company. How old are you soldier?”

“I’m a pilot,” he stammered realising the Commander wasn’t phased by his intrusion, “I’m twenty two.”

“You like what you see?” Commander Paul opened up Lowell’s pussy lips; “you like her hot dripping cunt?”

“Ye…yes.” The young man groaned.

Commander Paul eyed his hard on pressing against his trousers, “Big dick,” she licked her lips, “get it out. That’s an order.”

Alexandra slipped off of Carey’s face. The young woman wiped the sweat and juice from her face, “What have we here?” she asked.

“A cock,” Commander Paul French kissed Lt Commander Lowell.

The young pilot by now hand pulled out his erect cock, showing it proudly to the two superior officers.

Lt Commander Lowell sat back on her seat, putting her Navy cap on she spoke, “Wank it.”

The man gripped his shaft and started tossing himself off, slowly at first, then getting quicker, and gritting his teeth as he did.

Suddenly Commander Paul grabbed his cock whacking his hands away; she knelt in front of his and started wanking his cock. She looked up at him with her hazel eyes, a big grin on her face. Without warning she let go of the cock, watched it dance in the air and with her palm she spanked his erect cock, light at first then really hard.

“Owwww!!” the young man pulled back, not before Commander Paul grabbed his cock by the prick head and yanked him back to her.

Lt Commander Lowell was now there and the two officers started wanking and spanking his cock until it was red raw. He was almost sobbing as they pushed him on to his back. The two officer hungry mouths started sucking at the sides of his cock. Carey spat on his cockhead and put the head into her mouth; her cheeks sucked in as she gobbled his prick head nosily. As the Lt Commander sucked hard on the tip the Commander started wanking her hand up and down the shaft. This went on for about two minutes Alexandra jerking him off looking into his eyes as Carey sucked hard and loud at his cockhead.

When he was about to cum they both stopped instantly. They laughed at him and started slapping his balls. The young man groaned in agony, he felt as if his cock and balls were about to explode.

The two women looked at each other. Alexandra nodded at Carey putting her head between the man’s legs her mouth licking and kissing his aching balls. The short brown haired commander smiled, her mouth opened and she licked his tingling prick.

They kept him going like this for over half an hour. Sucking and licking at his cock and balls, then just as he was about to cum they stopped, slapped, spanked and in once case punched his erect hard cock.

In the end the two officers made the poor pilot wank himself off promising not to hurt him while he did so and eventually his spunk splattered on the floor of the plane.

Commander Paul dipped her finger in the white sticky mess, brought her it to her lips and tasted it.

“God,” she sneered, “I hate the taste of cum.”

Part 3

The phone rang for an eternity. Eventually Ron managed to pull himself out of his bunk and his in shorts he walked to the office.

Lifting the receiver he spoke, “Yes?”

“Ron?” the voice sounded familiar.

“Yes. Who is this?”

Outside he heard a car pull up as the familiar voice continued, “It’s Geoff, remember we met at Roswell a few years ago. I’m a pilot now for Air Force One.”

“I heard it was Air Force Two.”

Car doors opened.

“One, two, who cares. It’s about your visitors.”

“Some brass from Washington what about them?”

The car doors slammed.

“They’re bitches. Fucking bitches. I wanna order a video of that cunt Commander Paul. I want her to have to drink a bucket of cum, cum till she’s got a belly full of it….”

The door opened and in walked two female navy officers. Both in smart starched white summer uniforms. Both wearing dark glasses. Both with short brown hair under their white navy caps.

“I want her to star in Violent Face Fucks 4, I want her to be face fucked non stop for an hour”

The woman with the thinner face held up an ID card. Ron read – “Commander Paul US Navy”

“I want them both to be fucked in every hole until they ble….”

Ron put the phone down and saluted.

Commander Paul looked down at his stained pants and short hairy body. He in turn looked down her fit, trim body, small but inviting breasts, long legs in black stockings.

“Is this anew uniform?” she asked.

“No, sorry ma’am. Got up late. Been ill. Yes, been ill. You’ll be wanting to see the officer’s in charge.”

“Yes,” Alexandra removed her glasses to reveal her hazel eyes, “where are they?”

“On a mission,” Ron was struggling; they were a day early. Rachel and Monica luckily were already in Anaconda’s ship helping out with a new game he had just invented.

On the deck on the smuggling vessel both Lt Rachel and Lt Monica were in their dress whites. They even had a few bars on their chest pockets. Their hands were bound behind their backs and under their uniforms they wore no bra or knickers. This meant their huge tits quaked and bounced at the slightest move. To their surprise no one had fucked them yet. The last they had been on the ship together was to receive a double face fuck for the Captain. He sat in a chair and had they kneeling either side of his. With they’re navy caps off he took hold of their soft hair and ordered them to open their mouths as wide as they could. When the did this he would first force Lt Rachel’s mouth onto his huge jutting cock, ramming her head up and down until his thick cockhead punched its way into the officer’s tight throat. He would pull Rachel off making the crew laugh as a distinct popping sound was heard as his cock unplugged her gullet. Monica then by her hair would be forced to throat him, he was vicious tearing her face up and down, pulling and yanking her short black hair forcing her down until her nose touched his belly with each stroke. This is what the Captain called a double header and it went on for over fifteen minutes until he came in Monica’s sore battered throat.

Captain Anaconda walked up to the two handcuffed WAVEs. As usual he was smoking one of his fine Cuban cigars, holding it between in fat stubby fingers.

“Welcome my dears,” he said in a voice which reminded Rachel of Orson Welles, “I hope the gentlemen on the base have been keeping your orifices nice a lubricated.”

Monica thought of saying fuck you, but thought better of it. Last time she said fuck you to the Captain he tit punched her and then made her fuck him and about ten of his crew.

“The game today is this,” Anaconda smiled walking to the centre of the deck, “you two must fill these pint glasses to the top,” on a barrel were two pint glasses, “the loser gets hung.” He gestured to two wire loops hanging from the main mast. Two loops meant only one thing and both Rachel and Monica squirmed.

“Oh, the pint glasses must be full of cum. The spunk of my crew or myself. You have to go around the ship collect spunk and bring it back here. Oh, you will be handcuffed during the whole event.”

There were some laughs from the crew. The two US Officers looked around the boat they seemed more revolting than usual. Pirates, smugglers. Fat, thin, ugly, dirty, black, white, the whole crew made the two young women want to heave.

Anaconda took a pocket watch out and said, “You may begin.”

Monica and Rachel looked around. Monica fixed her gaze on one young black boy, she remembered last time he’d fucked her he’d cum like a fountain. Rachel was already making her way over to the ships cook a fat Mexican guy; she knelt in front of him. He opened his pants and pulled out his thick vein coated cock. The gorgeous woman opened her mouth engulfing the head of his prick and her mouth started sucking hard as she bobbed her head back and forth. Lt Monica meanwhile was bending down her mouth wide open, her red lips slipping over the dark brown prick.

Both crewmembers decided to help the officers by gripping their heads and face fucking them.

Meanwhile back on shore the two investigating officers had been shown to their quarters and before they went about their business they decided to enjoy each other. That was the way Virgil found them, the two uniformed officers in the sixty-nine position Commander Paul sucking and biting at the Lt Commanders pussy. She looked up at the tall black man standing in the doorway. She smiled wiggling her butt on the Carey’s face. Her fingers slowly pulled the pink pussy lips apart, “Do you like what you see?”

The young man nodded, his white teeth grinning against his chocolate brown skin.

“Who are you?” Alexandra asked.

“Virgil, I own one the boats in the harbour. I’m a friend of Lt Rachel’s.”

“Want some of this,” the Commander nodded her Navy cap covered head down to the pink wet cunt opening up like a petal.

“Sure,” Virgil started pulling his shorts down as at least ten other naked Negroes walked into the room.

Commander Paul’s eyes widened at the sight of all the erect black cocks. Lt Commander Lowell continued munching on her lover’s pussy unaware of what was taking place.

Ron walked wanking his prick and smiling, “Save their arses for Anaconda.”

Part 4

Phillip and Ron pulled Commander Paul off of her pussy sucking partner, as they did Virgil straddled Lt Commander Lowell’s face, his knees pressing into her shoulders and his fat black dick pointing directly at her beautiful face. Other hands held Carey down as her legs were pulled open and black fingers started exploring her pink wet pussy.

After a struggle Commander Paul was on her knees face to face with Ron’s long quiver prick. His held the cockhead close to her mouth, which she kept tightly shut.

“MMMMPPPHHH!” grunted Lt Commander Lowell as Virgil forced her mouth open with his fingers and started feeding her his black snake. The cock slid into her mouth, over her tongue and Virgil started leaning into her face as he fed the uniformed woman inch after inch of his thick black monster. Carey's eyes widened as she felt the two inch prickhead touch the back of her throat. Another sailor’s hands held her head in place.

Ron was busy slapping his cock against Commander Paul’s face.

“Open up,” SMACK! “Open your fuckin’ mouth cunt!” SMACK!

Alexandra just stared at him, hate in her eyes. Phillip reached under her arms, took hold of her firm breasts and squeezed them hard making her gasp, as she gasped Ron shoved his prick between her red lips.

“AAAIIIEEE!” screamed Ron pulling out as she bit into his erect cock, “cunt bit me!”

Ron stepped back holding his sore cock. He eventually straightened and kicked her hard between the legs making his commanding officer double over grunting in pain.

Virgil was having no problems with Lt Commander Lowell. He was now fucking her rubbery lips, his cock sliding in and out of her wet saliva filled mouth. His hands were on the floor above her head and he started doing press ups shoving his black prick harder, his prickhead moving further and further into her throat as he fucked away.

Someone got a revolver. Commander Paul was repositioned and the barrel of the pistol was pushed into her pussy. Phillip held the gun in place as Ron grabbed her head.

“Suck it this time. You bit, he shoots!”

Alexandra reluctantly opened her mouth slowly, Ron rubbed his cockhead around her red lips, and then her started pushing it into her mouth. This he was going to make the most of.

“Suck that cock!” he barked and the uniformed officer’s mouth started sucking, her cheeks hollowing.

He moved his cock around her mouth, making it stick in her cheek. He loved the sight so he started swapping from on cheek to another as she sucked on his card as if she was trying to get a thick milk shake through a straw.

The men holding Lt Commander Lowell’s head started getting their pricks out. Two of the crew made her hold their cocks and jerk them off as Peter rubbed his prick over the officer’s face, poking it in her eyes and against her nostrils.

“Hold this bitches head,” Ron said to Phillip.

Phillip held her by her Navy cap and Ron started forcing more of his cock into her sucking mouth. Soon she started realising what her was doing and started to struggle. Both men head her head as he fucked into her mouth, his cock punching the back of her throat. With a grunt he managed to force an inch into her throat.

Phillip put his hand on her throat, “I can feel you in her throat buddy. You can fit at least another three inches in there.”

Ron obliged making the Commander’s throat bulge with his cock meat. Phillip brought her hand up making her feel the lump, “That’s cock in you throat bitch!” Phillip grinned.

“Yeah ma’am,” Ron gritted his teeth and shoved another inch in, “my cock!”

On the boat Lt Rachel with a mouthful of cum walked over to the almost full pint glass. There was spunk all over her face, her hair, her eyes were matted with the stuff and some of it had split down her white blouse.

She spat the mouthful into the glass and looked over at Lt Monica.

Monica’s black hair was being pulled hard by Anaconda was she tried to fit the whole of his cock into her sore battered throat. Her cap was on the floor coated cum. Anaconda fucked her by pulling her hair on and off his cock.

Rachel looked at her glass. It was full. Her mouth was coated in a thin layer of scum. She could feel it on and up her nose. She watched Monica’s mouth stretch to fuck the captain’s cock. He looked up at Lt Rachel and nodded.

With a plop he pulled Monica off of his cock.

“I’m afraid dear,” he told her spunk-stained face, “you seem to have lost.”

“No,” she drooled cum falling from her lips.

“Men!”

With the command three of the crew came forward picking Lt Monica up and walking her to the wire loops. Her uniform was ripped open and her fat pink boobs were groped as they put them inside the wire noose. She groaned in pain as the wires were tightened, trapping her pink pillows, cutting into them until they were bright red balloons. Rachel winced; she knew how much it would hurt.

Lt Monica’s pain filled face said it all. Her enormous tits were more sensitive than ever trapped in their wire prison. Her boobs were sticking straight out, round and swollen, two red spheres, the bases being cut by the wire.

One of the men slapped her trapped boobs.

“UUUGGGH!” Lt Monica grunted.

The blow made waves of pain rush across her chest.

Anaconda gave a signal and the wire pulled upwards. Monica tried at first to go with it but soon she was standing on the tip of her toes. Her tits now started to stretch upwards, the pain was becoming unbearable and the officer started screaming. The wire held fast, tearing at her huge boobs, she thought her tits were going to be ripped off of her chest, but suddenly her feet left the ground. Her swollen knockers supporting her weight.

Lt Monica’s eyes widened as she watched her boobs go even redder.

“Owwwww!!” she screamed, “let me down.”

“Be quiet,” Anaconda reached down by his chair, lifted an oar and whacked Lt Monica’s arse with it.

She swung by her tits with each whack of the oar, putting even more pressure on her abused breasts. The crew joined in now, spanking her buttocks, rocking her back and forth by her huge knockers.

Ricky the ships cabin boy (a young white lad from New York, only 16) walked up to the hanging officer. He hadn’t been allowed to fuck the Lt’s but he was allowed to join in with the torture. He still had to prove himself to the crew.

“Watch this guys!” he yelled running up to the tit hung bitch.

The boy leapt up and grabbed the officer’s waist, clinging on to her body, his legs wrapping around the waist. He hung there with her, putting more weight on her boobs.

Lt Monica screamed as Ricky started rocking her back and forth as if he were on a swing. The crew laughed and Lt Rachel winced.

On the base the men were putting the Commander and Lt Commander through their paces. Double fucks most of the time, forced deep throating and cocks stretching their hardly used pussies. Lt Commander Lowell was on all fours being fucked by Peter from behind while Phillip held head and used her mouth. Her hands wanked other cocks.

Commander Paul got the worst of it. Face fucked till her throat was sore. She was made to pose for pictures of cocks in her slender long neck, thick cock meat pressing and protruding from her throat. They fucked her cunt as hard as they could as if they were trying to kill the woman by fucking. At one point Ron and Virgil managed to force both of their cocks into her over used cunt.

Commander Paul swallowed load o after load from the thick black cocks that fucked her throat. They even used her tits, wrapping them around their cocks and fucking at her boobs as if they were another cunt.

Two dicks were crammed into Lt Commander Lowell’s pretty face. Her lips opened as wide as they could go, her cheeks swelling from the pricks that were forced into her mouth.

Soon the officers were being thrown around like fuck dolls. Ron and Peter used Alexandra’s tits to jerk her on and off of Phillip’s fat black cock while other men held Carey over Virgil’s prick providing the movements as they made her fuck him.

After about two hours of constant fucking the two officers lay on the floor both looked well and truly fucked.

Virgil stood over Commander Paul’s face. He pulled his arsecheeks open and squatted down until his arsehole was almost touching her mouth.

“Suck my arse bitch!” he ordered.

The officer opened her mouth; her pink tongue snaked out and pushed into the man’s dirty arsehole. As it did he sat on her face grinding hard down on her face. Her tongue actually stuck right up his arse.

“We’ve done it,” smiled Ron, “time to take them to Anaconda.”

Phillip nodded in agreement as he shoved his arse onto the Lt Commanders face.

Part 5

“Harder! You can do it harder!”

The men yelled encouragement to young Ricky, the cabin. Over his lap he had Lt Rachel. Her red buttocks being slapped by the boy, bright red and sore as his hand whacked down on her cheeks even harder.

SMACK! SMACK!

“My hands getting sore,” the boy complained.

Anaconda lifted a leather slipper from under his chair, “Here my boy.”

He threw it; Ricky caught it and went on work on Rachel’s already burning arse. Tears filled her eyes as he started his assault with the leather slipper.

Her buttocks wobbled and shook under the onslaught. With each smack of the slipper the boy smiled watching the cheeks flatten.

Lt Monica was still hanging by her tits. No as high, just enough to keep her on the tips of her toes. Watson from her crew pinched and rubbed her swollen nipples until they were erect like bullets, then he whacked them hard with the buckle of his belt making the Lt moan and squeal.

In the distance was the sound of a launch. Anaconda looked over towards the shore. The small naval boat was moving towards them, it circled to come along side. Ricky started whacking the slipper hard into the Lt’s exposed pussy lips making the woman struggle but the young lad managed to hold her. He even started pushing the slipper between her cunt lips, opening them up and then quickly smacking the tender flesh he revealed.

The launch stopped along side the smugglers ship. Ropes were thrown and secured. Anaconda rose from his chair, adjusting his huge jungle trousers. His stained white shirt a mixture of sweat and food. He took out a cigar.

Ron was the first on board.

“Hiya Anaconda,” he beamed shaking one of the fat captain’s hands, “glad to see your keeping the fuck dolls busy.”

Virgil next holding Lt Commander Lowell by the neck. The officer was in her starched white summer uniform, cap on her short brown hair and her dark glasses covering her eyes.

Peter up next followed by Phillip who was pushing in front of his the Commander. The taller of the two investigators, white starched uniform, cap, dark glasses.

“I see you have guests,” Anaconda smiled putting the cigar in his mouth.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Commander Paul hissed.

Ron walked up to her looking up at her stern face, his own refection mirrored in her glasses, “Listen to me cunt,” he spat, “you’re ours now and you are our cunt. Your cunt is our cunt. You tits are our cunt. You mouth is our cunt and you arse in our cunt!”

“Ricky,” Anaconda spoke through his cigar, “come here.”

Ricky didn’t want to leave Lt Rachel but he knew better than to disobey the captain. He pushed the woman off of his lap and ran over to the captain.

“Yes sir,” he saluted.

“Do you see the tall Amazon over there,” he used his cigar to gesture to Commander Paul.

“Yes sir.”

“Go and face fuck her. I want to feel your cock inside her throat.”

Ricky grinned from ear to ear, “Yes sir! Right away sir!”

Two of the crew pushed Commander Paul to her knees. Phillip tied her hands behind her back and as he did he whispered in her ear, “Bite him or hurt him and you’ll regret it.”

Ricky walked up to the female officer who was twice his age. On her knees her head still came up to his chest. He pushed her down a little further and started undoing his trousers. For a young boy he had a big cock. About nine inches as it grew and she guessed about three inches thick, too thick.

The boy put his cockhead on her red lips.

“Open up,”

Her lips parted slowly and as they did he pushed forward sliding his prick softly into her opening mouth. He wanted to savour the moment. He couldn’t see her eyes because of the glasses and this made it all the better. His hands came around to the back her neck, both hands pulling her head forward as his cock inched its way deeper into her mouth.

“Suck it Commander.”

Her cheeks hallowed as she sucked hard on his prick. The inside of her mouth rubbing against the sensitive gland.

“Make noises! Slurping noises!” he started moving his thighs back and forward, gently as she sucked on his young prick.

Commander Paul used the saliva in her mouth to making the noises he wanted. Some dribbled from her mouth, down her chin as she sucked slurping over his hot thick cock.

“Move your tongue under my prick!”

She did, he whooped feeling her tongue rub the underside of his prick as it glided in and out of her mouth. His prick was growing thicker and longer in the officer wet hot mouth.

The pressure on the back of her neck increased as he started fucking in and out of her mouth getting faster and harder. Soon her head was moving up and down over his prick, saliva spewing from the sides, her mouth still trying to suck as he fucked.

He pulled out of her mouth and slapped his prick around her lips. His hands moved to her ears, just under the cap, he gripped her ears and shoved his cock into her mouth. He started fucking again, but this time using her head rather than his body. He fucked her head on and off his cock.

“Deep throat time Commander!” he yelled and he shoved as hard as he could until he felt his prick head enter her throat, the muscles started to milk his shaft. Under the dark glasses she winced as he shoved another inch down her throat.

Commander Paul thought she was going to suffocate as she gagged on the cock.

Ricky started choke fucking the officer. Pulling his cock out until it almost left her mouth then ramming it back in until it pushed down her throat. The crew could see her throat expand and contract with each lunge. It was like a cock shaped Adams apple was appearing in the Commanders throat.

During one lunge he held her against his crutch and made her force her tongue out. She was made to lick his balls while she throated his thick hard cock.

Anaconda felt her throat and smiled, “I can feel you in her son. This woman is a high-ranking officer in the United States Navy my boy and you have your cock in her throat. I hope it is nice a tight.”

“Very tight,” groaned Ricky feeling her gag on his cock.

Ricky carried on face fucking the Commander gripping her ears and shoving so hard her face smacked against the young boy’s stomach. While this was going on Virgil and Phillip pulled Lt Commander Lowell over to watch the action.

Ricky’s cock began to twitch and he knew he was ready to cum. As the spunk spewed from his prick head he yanked out of her throat to fill her mouth with his sticky juice. As he was about to finish he pulled out spraying her dark glasses.

Ricky looked down at the woman, his cum standing out on her glasses, some of it dripping down her nose into her mouth. There was a string of spunk from the boy’s cock to the officer’s dark glasses. Her mouth was full of cum. She couldn’t bring herself to swallow it.

Ricky smiled, “Give it to her.” He said pointing to Lt Commander Lowell.

Virgil and Phillip forced the uniformed officer on her knees. The two WAVEs heads were pushed together, Alexandra opened her mouth, her face matted with spunk. Carey reluctantly opened her lips and her superior officer pressed her cum drooling mouth against it.

Commander Paul tried to push the spunk into her friend’s mouth. Lt Commander Lowell tried to resist it but Alexandra’s tongue pushed hard shoving the young boys scum into her mouth. Sticky white goo dribbled between the officer’s lips.

Ricky pulled Carey away holding her head back. He rubbed her throat, looking into her dark glasses and whispered, “Swallow.”

Her face screwed up in disgust as she swallowed the thick cum and the crew cheered.

Part 6

“Sit on it,” Anaconda pointed to Ricky’s regenerated cock, as the cabin boy lay naked on the deck. Lt Commander Lowell stared at the rigid prick.

“Sit on the boy’s cock,” the captain sighed, “I do not want to tell you again.”

Carey lifted her white navy issue skirt and walked over to the boy. She positioned herself above him, turning her back on him and aiming her bottom at the quivering cock.

The other navy officers were lined up to watch Ricky bust the Lt Commanders buns. Rachel and Monica were topless with their hands on their heads. Commander Paul was still kneeling.

Lt Commander Lowell reached her hands around and opened her bum cheeks as she slowly lowered down towards the cock. Her knees bent as she struggled and almost jumped out of her skin when she felt the cockhead press against the tight pink starfish. Ricky held her hips and started moving her on to his cock, his knob prising open the officer’s arsehole until the whole of his head was inside her bum. He grinned as he watched his cock disappearing inside the woman’s arse while she gritted her teeth and winced in pain feeling the cock meat invade her tight virgin arse.

“This is gonna hurt you more than it’s gonna hurt me,” chuckled the cabin boy as the Navy Officer slipped further and further on to his cock.

He started smacking the buttocks, “Shake your booty bitch! Bounce up and down!”

The woman placed her hands on her knees and started bouncing up and down on the boy’s cock, a cock that felt like an arm shoved inside her arse. With the smacks she started trying to shake her bottom as she fucked his cock. Ricky sat up and grabbed her tits through her uniform crushing them in his palms as he started fucking her arse as best he could while she bounced up and down. He reached down and tore her skirt off then grabbed her shoulders so she fell back on him. The boy was far smaller than the officer and her head hit the floor while the boy fucked her arse and started twisting her tits in his balled up fists.

Anaconda looked at the scene. Lt Commander Lowell’s legs were open, her pussy, which still contained some spunk open for all of them to see.

“Phillip,” the captain turned to fat black guy who was staring at the officers cunt, “I think that pussy needs filling.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement, he thick black fingers pulled her pussy lips open as he aimed his cock at her pink overused opening. He pushed his cock in making Carey groan in agony as the two cocks tried to split her in half.

“Can you feel me boy?” asked Phillip.

“Fuck,” the cabin boy said under the officer’s body, “I can. I can feel you fucking the bitches cunt!”

The two of them started fucking away hard at the Lt Commander’s helpless body.

Anaconda sat on his chair, “Commander, come here.”

Alexandra went to get up but was pushed back on her knees by his crew. She understood and crawled over to the captain of smuggling ship. He pulled his huge fat prick out of his pants and waved it in her face, “You see this,” he pressed the prick head against the badge on her navy cap, his balls rubbed her face. “This is going on an adventure. Get up.”

The Commander stood up. The tall woman looked a treat in her starched white uniform, her face was still stern and hard but Ricky’s cum was dried on her chin and some spunk matted her dark glasses. In the background Phillip and Ricky double fucked the lesbian Commander’s lover. Another cock was being forced between her lips the balls slapping against her dark glasses.

“Take your skirt off,” Anaconda started wanking his cock.

Without taking her eyes off him she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor giving him his first sight of her well groomed pussy and long tanned legs.

“They fucked your pussy?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Tits did the Commander give titty fucks?”

She nodded.

“Did they stuff a big prick up your prim and proper arse?”

“Not there,” she found herself saying, “they didn’t up there.”

“Well,” Anaconda aimed his cock at her he saw it in the reflection of her dark glasses, “this is going up virgin territory.”

Commander Paul was very reluctant to a point that two of Anaconda’s crew had to grab her and twist her aiming her arse at his cock. Pushing her back they forced her on to the captain’s huge thick prick. The three inch wide cockhead pressing against her virgin arse.

Anaconda put his hands on her shoulders, she was poised on his prick, her arse wobbling, his cock nestled between her buttocks but not yet inside her.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can slowly push your stuck up tight butt on to your masters cock or I can put it there.”

Commander Paul was shivering; she put her hands on the arms of his chair and began slowly putting her full weight on the baby’s arm sized prick. Her face was a picture of concentration and pain as Anaconda felt the head of his cock pop into her stretched anus. Tears rolled down the officer’s cheeks as she sat down on the captain’s log.

Without warning he pulled her down by her shoulder making her yell, “FUUUCCCK!” As Anaconda’s huge member disappeared inside the Commander’s virgin butt.

“GET IT OUT!” she started screaming as Anaconda started rocking back and forth stabbing his lodged dick inside her.

“No my dear, time to fuck.” Anaconda gave the signal his crewmembers crowded around grabbing Commander Paul by her arms, legs, thighs and tits. They jerked her up almost off of the captain’s prick and then slammed her back down shoving the whole shaft up her.

Carey could hear Alexandra screaming as Virgil face fucked the Lt Commander while she was buffeted between Ricky and Phillip’s rock hard cock. The Commander screamed with pain and humiliation as the crew made her ass fuck their captain, pulling and yanking her on and off his enormous hard fat prick.

Anaconda started singing “Life on the ocean wave” as he watched his prick fly in and out of the Naval Officer’s expanding bleeding arsehole. The men laughed as she sobbed gritting her teeth as she felt as if she was going to split in half. The jeered and cheered as the officer in her white starched uniform was ripped on and off the cock. When their captain was ready to cum he gave a nod and they pulled her off, turned her around and pushed her head into his lap. His cock pushed into her red open lips, over her tongue and before she could even think a cheer rang out as her throat expanded with Anaconda’s snake lodge in her gullet.

As he started to cum he barked, “Swallow! Swallow the cream! Swallow!”

She had no choice, it was swallow or choke and Commander Paul gulped down all of the hot spunk that spewed into her throat. He pulled her head off his cock and threw her to the floor coughing and spluttering cum spitting from her lips and nose.

Lt Commander Lowell was heard to groan as the three men inside her body came in unison filling her holes with their hot scum.

Anaconda took Alexandra’s navy cap from her short brown hair and wiped his wet sticky cock with it, “Now for some fun,” he smiled, “Ron if you’d be so kind as to get out the strap on penises. Time for a little revenge Commander. You and your lover can fuck something now. The Lieutenants.”

Part 7

Commander Paul walked up behind Lt Rachel who was on all fours, naked except for her navy cap. Alexandra was wearing a large plastic dildo, strapped around her waist. She knelt down, aiming the plastic prickhead towards Rachel’s pussy. The Commander was naked from the waist down, but she still wore her crisp white blouse, navy cap and spunk stained dark glasses.

Lt Monica was being forced on to her knees while Lt Commander Lowell struggled as Virgil and Ron attached the dildo to her waist. She was dressed exactly the same as her superior and Monica was naked apart from her cap.

“Do it,” Anaconda gestured to the Commander.

Alexandra put her hands on Rachel’s naked shoulders, the head of the plastic prick pressed against the woman’s cunt lips, splitting them open, the head of the dildo moving into Rachel’s cunt who gritted her teeth feeling the fake cock push inside her.

The Commander started fucking away at the Lt, reaching around and gripping the WAVE’s huge hanging boobs. Alexandra squeezed them hard, her fingers digging into the jello like flesh and she fucked harder into the overused woman’s pussy.

Carey down entered Monica forcing the whole of the thick hard plastic cock into the Lt’s vagina. Carey grabbed the top of Monica’s hat and fucked into her like a mad woman. She was going to make this big titted bitch suffer, it was her fault they’d been called to the island, it was her fault she been fucked left right and centre over the last two hours.

“Look at her go!” Ron said nodding to the Lt Commander as she slapped Lt Monica’s buttocks fucking harder.

The Commander gripped Lt Rachel’s nipples and tried to pull her tits around to her back, stretching them, making them distort around the woman’s sweaty body.

Phillip knelt behind the Lt Commander aiming his black cock at her asshole.

Virgil took up the same position behind the Commander and on a signal both men pushed their erect cocks up the officer’s arses and started fucking away in rhythm with the women fucking the Lt’s.

It was a three-way fuck with a difference. Like some strange three-backed creature the black guys gripped the officer’s epaulets on their navy blouses as the fucked their arses without mercy while the two officers pounded into the Lt’s. Rachel’s breasts were now nearly pulled around to her back and Monica was being pulled back by her hair straining her neck.

The Commander let Lt Rachel’s nipples go making her tits fall back slapping together. The Lt Commander let Monica’s hair go and her headshot forward slamming face first on to the deck.

The three-way fuck went on until the two black men shot their loads inside the officer’s arses. But it didn’t stop; two more men came forward and shoved their pricks inside the women’s arses to fuck them all over again.

Anaconda cursed the fact they didn’t have a video camera. It would have sold in it’s thousands over an hour of the strangest double penetration he had ever seen. When it was over the four women lay exhausted and sobbing, the plastic dildo’s firmly inside the Lt’s sore pussies.

“Get the stuff,” directed Anaconda.

Two of his crew went below deck while another to pulled the Commander up and tore open her blouse dragging her towards the captain. She was forced on to her knees in front of the fat sweaty captain who nodded and someone hand cuffed the officer’s hands behind her back.

“No more,” she whispered.

“You have a fine pair of breasts,” smiled Anaconda.

Virgil pulled her bra down making her firm breasts spill out, the pink flesh there for all to see.

The two crewmembers appeared with what appeared to be miniature stocks complete in every historical detail. They opened the stocks in front of Commander Paul; it was just like the ones she had seen in old horror movies but much smaller. She was confused; they’d already bound her hands. Where would they put it?

“Noooo!” she screamed as they placed her breasts inside the shallow cuts in the stocks, “you can’t!”

They did. The stocks were closed trapping her tits inside and pinching them. Virgil applied a small padlock to the open end and the navy officers boobs were secured. The wooden device pressed against her chest. She looked down through her dark glasses at her trapped tits. Her boobs were sticking straight out, round and swollen, two hard pink spheres.

The crew crowded around watching as the Commander’s tits started turning a deep scarlet as the blood gorged them with no way to escape.

“No more,” she yelled this time.

“Shut up,” Anaconda slapped one of her trapped boobs.

She groaned in pain, as her tits were far more sensitive than ever. She didn’t notice Virgil, Phillip and Anaconda lift up penknives with very thin sharp ends.

“As you are now on of the crew you have to have a few tattoos,” said Anaconda.

The three men huddled about her blood swollen, trapped tits and went to work.

“Fuuuucccckkkk!!” screamed Alexandra.

The sharp points started stabbing into the flesh. The four sadistic men kept poking away at the officer’s boobs, laughing at her screams and jerks of agony. The knifepoint went into the flesh so easily. The officer kept on screaming as they punctured patterns into her bloated tits. Virgil was busy writing “cock slut”, Phillip printed with the knife “US Navy” while Anaconda turned his attention to her overly sensitive, distended nipples.

The pain became too much and Commander Paul blacked out.

Part 8

The tape began with a roughly written title. The image then shifted to the face of Commander Paul, with her WAVE cap and dark glasses. Something splashed her face and dribbled down her chin. The camera moved away to show a large fat black man pissing directly into the officers expressionless face.

She was bound to a toilet seat so that her legs were tied around the basin. The men who now took turns having a piss used her face and body to bounce their urine off the naval officer and into the toilet. At one point a fat overweight white guy who looked very much like Orson Welles sat on the basin and her legs and took, it seemed, a very long crap.

The picture clicked to static then to the same officer’s face with a black cock driving in and out of her mouth. Commander Paul’s mouth stretched to accommodate the thick tool as she took it deep into her throat. The camera focused on her throat being expanded by the cock. This image continued for about minutes until the black cock was held in her throat and was seen to jerk and twitch letting the viewer know it was cumming inside the naval officer.

Static clicked on and was followed by a image to two cock pounding in and out of a woman’s body. One fucking up into her pussy the other forcing it’s way into the woman’s arsehole. The camera moved around to show Lt Commander Lowell being double fucked by a young boy and a sailor who was careful to keep his face out of shot.

The two dicks fucked violently making the officer scream and shout as they showed no mercy. The boy who was in her arse grabbed her ears and forced her head back, he then knocked off her cap and grabbed her short brown hair using it as reins as he rode her arse. Her dark glasses almost fell off as the boy jerked her head back and forth.

More static the image was now back to the toilet. The huge captain had finished his business and was now holding Commander Paul’s head over the pan. She struggled but her legs and arms were bound. He held the back of her neck and forced her uniformed head with dark glasses deep into the toilet where from her struggles and protests something nasty waited for her face. While he held her head in the pan he forced it back and forth hitting her against the basin. He then flushed with the officer’s head and neck inside the toilet.

The film cut back to a card with “The End” written on it. It moved away to show the card being held in the mouth of the Commander, her face, hat and hat soaking wet.

The secretary of state switched the film off and turned to the president.

“That’s only part of the tape, we’re trying to get the rest,” he said rewinding the video.

The president didn’t reply he was too busy wanking.

“What shall we do?” the secretary of state managed to the get the man’s attention.

“How about we send some military advisors in,” the president rose zipping ups his trousers, “One’s with really big tits.”

The End