Log Entry Number: 41
Quelling a Mutiny
Her husband and her brother-in-laws had stop beating her daughter. Linda
wanted to rush to her daughter. She wanted to release her daughter. She wanted
to comfort her daughter. She wanted to escape this hellish nightmare, with her
daughter and the other tormented woman. But Linda feared what the three men
would do to her. So Linda remained as she was. Allowing another woman lick piss
and shit off of her. While she watched her crimson striped daughter, hanging
upside down, and spinning slowly moaning in agony.
"Like what you see darling?" cooed Al. "I hope so, Sweet Pea has given up a
awful lot for you. She has given up her right to roam around the ship freely.
From now on she will have to tote a fifty-pound steel ball secured to each one
of her ankles. And one of her hands will be shackled to her collar. Lastly a
hard rubber dildo will be lodge in her mouth. It will be remove only for
servicing... (Al, wave his huge prick back and forth) ...one of these. These
articles are in addition to the items she normally wears. She will also perform
all of her normal duties, plus some punitive duties. Also every day she will be
strung up like this and beaten for a strait hour. The number of beaters will
vary from one to the maximum number of people on board on any given day. You
will watch her being beaten for the entire hour. If at any time you refuse to
watch, her hour will restart, until you do watch her for an entire hour.
These punishments will continue until Quack, say that you are fit to return
to your shit hole. Once Quack certifies you fit, the three of us will determine
when you are to be returned to your home and Titless comes out. Each time you
disobey or rebel, Sweet Pea will have five minutes tack on to her hour of
beatings. The times are accumulative but not deductible. So if you disobey once,
darling, Sweet Pea earns five minutes. From then on she will be beaten for one
hour and five minuets until you screw up again then it one hour and ten minutes
so on and so on. So you best be on your best behavior unless you don't give a
shit about your slutty daughter, nor the favor she's sacrifice herself for.
Understand, darling?"
Linda's eyes darted between her husband and her daughter. She was agonizing
over her daughter's plight and her foreseeable return to the sewage tank.
Nervously and with a quivering voice, Linda responded to her husband. "Yes
Albert I fully understand. I won't give you or your brothers any trouble at
all." She squeaked.
"Good! Now plant that ugly mug of your on the deck and begin kissing it." Al
sneered.
Linda leaned forward; press her lips to the deck and started kissing the
metal.
"Wet, sloppy loud ones, darling." Al cooed.
Linda complied with Al's command. She left wet slobbering, noisy kisses on
the deck.
"Good! Now hike that fat ass of your up high, spread them hamhocks nice and
wide, and pooch out that revolting twat," Al giggled.
Linda skin tone turned to a rosy pink as she took up the humiliating
position, in front of her brother-in-laws, her daughter and the licking woman
called Quack.
Whack! "Ass higher!" Al slashed his wife's ass with a thin fiberglass rod.
Linda whined and jacked her rump up higher, as a burning, thin, red line
streaked across both of her buns.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! "Wider!"
Tears started to stream from her eyes as her husband slashed the thin rod
against the tender flesh, of her milky white inner thighs. She spread her knees
out as far as they would go.
Thwack! "More pooch."
Linda let out a gurgling yelp as the horrid rod slice between her pussy lips
and struck her clit. She bareded down for all that she was worth causing her
urethral prominence to poke out as though she was taking the largest piss of her
life.
"This is the position you will assume at all times, unless you are directed
to assume another by anyone or thing with a higher status then you. And that my
dear; is every living thing and most non-living things aboard this vessel.
Understand?" Al sneered, as he thrust the fiberglass rod deep into his wife's
twat and twirled it around.
"Yes, Albert, I understand." Linda groaned, her hue deepening to a darker
pink, as her pussy, was violated by the rod.
"Yuck!" Thwack! Al slashed the rod across his wife's twat. "That thing is
disgusting! Quack on your back!"
Gloria tipped herself over and struggled onto her back.
"Now dear scrape that mug of yours off the deck, straddle Quack's head and
plant that fifthly twat of yours on Quack's mouth.
Linda quickly complied with her husband's command.
"Clean it, Quack! Get it hot and sloppy" Barked Al.
Linda quivered, as she felt Quack's velvet tongue lance into her pussy.
"Now darling lift your head up and look strait ahead, straighten your back,
thrust them boobies out." Al waited for his wife to comply with his orders. "Now
it's time for a few lessons on shipboard protocol and rules. You are to remain
as you are. If I think that you move out of position, Sweet Pea will get five
minuets added to her next beating for ever inch you do move. Understand?
"Yes Albert." Linda moaned as Quacks tongue ran across her throbbing clit.
While I'm teaching you Frank and Bobby are going to amuse themselves with
Sweet Pea. Is that all right with you?"
Linda noticed that her daughter had been taken down. She now was standing
bent over at the waist on wide spread legs, with her mouth jacked open wide.
Frank's cock was poised at Elizabeth mouth, the thick pulsating purple head
resting on Elizabeth's pouting lips. While Robert, smooth round prick head
rested at the entrance of her daughter's, well whipped snatch. Quivering with
fear, Linda answered. "Yes... AAARRRGGGEEE! OW! OW! Dear God help me!
AAARRRGGGEEE!"
No sooner then the word "yes" left Linda's lips, her two brother-in-laws
thrust their steely cocks to the balls into her daughter in one swift movement.
While her husband laid several quick, hard blows with the fiberglass rod across
her full, firm left breast. The searing pain made Linda's eyes bulge out and
water, but she remained motionless.
"Good!" Al chirped as he slashed the rod across right breast. First thing no
more of that fucking noise, you are to remain silent during these lessons.
Unless you are responding to my inquiries." THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Al
struck each of his wife's breasts twice with the thin rod. Four bright, fiery,
red lines joined their brethren. "Now for the protocols. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! More lines appeared across the tops of her breasts. "You are to address
everyone you speak to in a loud, crisp, sexy voice, by their name, then their
proper title. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! You will refer to my brothers
and me as, "My Lord and Master". THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "Address your
daughter as "My Most Wise and Wonderful Mistress". THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! "You will refer to any one of the female sex slaves as "Slutty, Whorish,
Toy" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! And the male sex slaves as "Ass Packing
Faggot". THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "All of the sex slaves will refer to
you as "Slimy, Sludge Meat. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "Now for the ten
Standing Orders. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Al struck each of his wife's breasts the same number of time as the standing
order he taught her. He slashed her breasts twice for standing order number one,
a slash for each breast. Linda's breasts received four lashes for standing
number two. Two for each breast so on and so on, for all ten standing orders. Al
finished up with driving the rod into his wife's welted breast tops twenty times
ten for each breast.
Though she had swayed and rock under the brutal blows of the thin fiberglass
rod across the tops of her battered breasts. Linda had remain with her back as
straight as she could manage. And her breasts thrust out to give her husband an
easy target to strike. She had chewed her lips raw to keep quit. Though several
muffled howls escaped especially towards the end of the lessons.
Throughout her lessons she watched her brother-in-laws rape and sodomized her
daughter over and over. Through tear streaked eyes she watched gooey male seed
dripping in long stringy strands from of Elizabeth's mouth, twat and shitter.
Linda had no idea how many times the two men spewed their spunk into her
daughter. But they were still pounding their stiff cock in and out of two of her
holes at the same time.
Linda watched her husband sit down on the deck between her and their
daughter.
"Sweet Pea, plant you poop-chute on daddy's fuck rod," Al cooed.
Linda watched her daughter plopped down on her father's massive thirteen-inch
wrist thick dong. Linda watch in amazement as her daughter shitter gobbled the
entire length of the huge prick meat, all the way to the balls. Though her
husband had fucked her in the ass before, he had never had more the a third of
the massive male organ in her ass at a time. She could not believe that her
pubescent teenage daughter was taking the monstrous prick up her poop-chute as
if she was inserting her little pinkie finger up her rectum.
Once Elizabeth impaled herself on her father's one-eye monster, Linda watched
Robert sit down in front of his niece and rammed his prick into her twat. When
both men's pricks were in her daughter body, Linda watched Elizabeth bounce up
and down. Her daughter was double fucking herself. Once Elizabeth got up a good
tempo of prick riding, Frank stepped up next to the trio. Linda watched her
daughter crank her head around and open her mouth to allow Frank's hard prick to
slide into her mouth. She closed her mouth tightly around the thick meaty stock.
Wet, slurping, sucking noise were made as Elizabeth bounced up and down. Linda
watched her fourteen-year-old daughter now servicing all three brothers, cocks
at once.
"Slimy, Sludge Meat, assume your position," Al snapped.
""Yes, Albert My Lord and Master." Linda responded in her sexiest voice,
nice and loud and crisply. At the same time she planted her face on the deck,
giving it wet loud kisses. She jutted her rump high in the air, she snapped her
knee as wide apart as she could, and pooched her twat out obscenely. She could
feel her cuntal juices leak down the insides of her thighs that were stirred up
by Quack's talented tongue. The tops of her well-caned breasts rested on the
non-skid surface of the deck. Every time that Linda breathed in and out her
tenderized breasts felt as if a wood raspier was being dragged across them.
With her face planted to the deck, Linda couldn't see anything but the deck.
However she could hear. She heard her daughter's guttural sensual moans and
groans over her cock sucking. Linda heard her husband's and her two
brother-in-laws make explicit, sexual comments on her daughter's performance.
Obscene, indecent, lewd comments like:
"What a hot, tight, little ass you have for daddy!"
"Man-O-man, Elizabeth, if you suck your Uncle Franks fat prick any harder
you'll turn him inside out."
"That's it Elizabeth milk Uncle Bobbies prong with those vice like cuntal
muscles!"
There were many more sickly lewd comments, and Linda was sure the guttural
sexual talk was being emphasized just for its humiliating effect for mother and
daughter.
Linda felt the woman called Quack use her head and hands that had very
limited movement, struggle to get herself back up on her rear end. Once Quack
was sitting on her heinie, she tipped herself forward and plowed into Linda's
dripping pussy. Then resumed her twat licking. Linda imagined how much effort
Quack must have expended in order to lick and suck cunt flesh. Linda shuddered
violently as she also realize the fear that Quack was in, heart wrenching fear
of savage, painful retribution, Albert and his brothers would inflect if the
last order, or any order was not obeyed to the letter. Linda understood that
fear. It was what kept her in the ludicrous position she was in as she listening
to the raping and sodomizing of her daughter. Except for Albert and his
brothers, every single soul aboard the Scorpion showed signs of hideous torture.
As his niece warm, moist, sucking mouth slid up and down his fat sausage
Frank looked over at his blushing sister-in-law, and giggled. "Elizabeth, you
are doing a great job with daddy, Uncle Bobby and me, that I think you should
receive a nice reward. I tell you what, we'll let mommy suck all of daddy's
tasty cream from your steamy poop-chute and Uncle's Bobby's sweet cream and your
disgusting, scummy twat juices from that nasty twat, while all of the other toys
watch."
All three men roared with laughter as Linda's skin tone turned from pink to a
bright red.
"Will you look at that Elizabeth, mommy is all excited about sucking your
shitter and snatch dry." Robert giggled.
"Is that right Quack? Is my wife all excited about sucking her daughter's
sloppy holes out?" Al asked through a fit of giggles.
With a bubbling, gurgling, muffled response to Al's inquiry, as she continue
her tongue lashing of Linda's pussy that was dripping with pussy cream. "Yes, Al
My Lord and Master. The Slimy, Sludge Meat is hot-to-trot. Slimy, Sludge Meat's,
disgusting snatch is flushing so much juice that it's hard for me to keep up
with the flow and suck all of the rancid cream down my gullet. Yes, Al My Lord
and Master. Slimy, Sludge Meat is very excited about sucking her daughter's
sloppy holes out."
Linda groaned as her shame and humiliation deepened even further. It was
true. The talent velvet tongue that slithered through her pussy and around her
clit was making her pussy juices flow like they never had before. She could feel
a powerful climax building it's way towards an explosion. However she didn't
have the slightest interest in sucking Albert or Bobby's male seed from her
daughter's shitter and pussy.
"Don't worry mommy. Daddy, Uncle Frank and Uncle Robert are just about ready
to fill my poop-chute, gullet and twat with their sweet, yummy cream. Then I'll
be over there and let you eat it." Elizabeth chirped sweetly and sexily, as she
continued to bounce and suck the three, fuck-rod that was penetrating her
orifices.
The three brothers were still cachinnating when Frank noticed Edna slumping
motionless on the exercise cycle. "Yo, Albert, I think Piglet has gone
nightly-night on you."
A scowl formed across Al's face as he looked at the slumbering teen on the
cycle. "Frank, if the bitch isn't peddling, how come the electricity is not
making her jump and buck in agony?"
"I'm not sure. Give me a sec." Frank ran his eyes over the cycle's set up.
Alligator clips tightly attached to nipples and clitty, clips properly wired,
wheel generator engage, power switch on, electrical plug attach to ship's
pow...Whoa the plug. "Albert, look at the plug."
"What the fuck! How did that happen?" Al growled
"Well Albert if you look at the deck, you'll see a trail of piss and shit
solution running across the plug's wire. I think that Bobbie's faggot pulled it
out of the socket when Bilge Rat dragged him across it." Frank offered.
Seeing Beth running pass Robert barked "Bilge Rat, get your useless ass over
here pronto, you fucked-up, slimy bitch!"
"Yes, Robert My Lord and Master what may I do for you?" panted Beth, as she
stood before the four fucking Andersons.
"Why did you and Piss Ant, do that?" Robert asked.
Beth followed Robert's pointing finger to the plug lying on the deck. Having
no idea on how the plug had gotten that way, nor what the plug was even for, she
stammered. "I...I...don't...don't....know...
how...how...it...happen...Robe...Eeeekkk! Arrgggeee!" Beth dropped to her knees
when Robert yanked her dangling clit downward. And cried out when Robert ripped
her left hand from her ballooned left breast.
"You don't know! Well bitch I'm going to give you two some time to ponder why
you two decided to sabotage a piece of equipment.
"Haul that fucked-up useless ass over to the footlocker, get a set of
handcuffs and snap them around your ankles. Once you ankles are shackled haul
your fucked-up useless ass over to Slimy, Sludge Meat. Unhook the hoist hook
from Slimy, Sludge Meat cable. Attach it to Piss Ant's shit packer. Then hoist
Piss Ant up."
Weeping Beth complied with Robert's command. When she was standing up on her
toes she stopped lifting her husband into the air.
"No one told you to stop, Bitch! HOIST!" Snapped Robert.
With a trembling finger Beth pushed down on the hoist control lift button.
She strained her long sleek legs in a vain attempt to keep her toes in contact
with the deck. As the last of her connection to the deck lost it's traction
Beth's face crash to the deck. Beth hung from her husband's trussed up balls by
her grossly stretched puss lips. Only her head and the top edges of her shoulder
blades touched the deck. Beth whipped her free hand to her crotch. She grabbed
her husband's cold, hard, trussed up phallus and pulled. It eased some of the
nerve searing pain racing from her groin and spread through her body. Above her
howling she heard Robert bark a single word.
"HOIST!"
The pain lancing through her pussy lips increased ten fold as Beth release
her grip on her husband's cock. She couldn't believe how much pain her grip on
her husband's cock had relieved. With her hand trebling Beth reached for the
hoist control. When only the tip of the crown of her head was barely brushing
the deck, another of Robert's single word commands penetrated the foggy haze
clouding her mind.
"HALT!"
Beth's free hand streaked to her husband's fuck rod. She grasped it tightly
and with all of her might she pulled herself up. Beth slowly spun, as all
contact with the deck was lost. The agonizing pain in her crotch diminished. She
tightened her grip around her husband's phallus and pulled herself higher. Now
most of the burden of her suspended weight was transferred from balls and pussy
lips to prick and hand.
Elizabeth stopped her bouncing, as her father and uncles fired their loads of
spunk into her. She sat there wiggling her hips back and forth, with her
father's iron hard, massive cock still buried up her poop-chute and her Uncle
Robert's softening cock snuggled up her snatch, as she finish sucking the last
few drops of her Uncle Frank's sperm down her gullet.
"Mommy is waiting for you," Al cooed.
Elizabeth jump off her father and uncle's fuck-rods, she scurried over to her
mother. She jerked her mother's head up by the hair. Elizabeth then assumed the
same position as her mother. Elizabeth thrust her spunk-dripping ass into her
mother's face. "Mommy, suck daddy's sweet cream from my poop-chute."
Looking over her daughter's up thrust ass, she saw Beth hanging from her
husband's balls by her pussy lips. Linda shuddered. "Yes, Elizabeth My Most Wise
and Wonderful Mistress." Linda responded, then started sucking on her daughter's
rectum. Linda continued to watch Beth struggling to maintain her grip on her
husband's cock and hold herself up by it.
Suddenly Linda saw Beth release her death grip of her husband's cock, started
bucking wildly and clutching at the collar around her neck. At the same time
Linda heard the multiple, howling screams. From her pass experience Linda knew
that her husband or one of her brother-in-laws had activated the punishment
collars. The only sex-slaves that were unaffected were herself and her daughter,
whose shitter she was sucking. Her own collar had rotted away long ago. Only the
metal parts remain, lying on the bottom of her home. Every now and then as she
squirmed through the muck she would run across a piece.
Though she couldn't see her daughter's neck, Linda assumed her daughter
didn't have one of the punishment collars on.
Her husband as he crotch down in front of her, shaking the collars control
box obscured Linda's view of the activities in front of her. His thumb was
holding down the box's highest setting button.
"Enjoy it darling. It's the last time you and Sweet Pea will get a brake from
the punishment collar for a very long time." Al took his thumb off the button he
was holding down on the collar control box. The blood curdling screams died out
and was replace by agonizing moans and groans.
Linda watched her husband stand and stroll over the cycle. Thwack! Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack! The young woman sitting on the cycle head snapped back and forth
from Al's powerful blows across her face.
"Did any one give you permission to stop pumping and take a snooze?" Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "I don't think so!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"What do you have to say for yourself, bitch?" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I'm sorry, Al My Lord and Master. I didn't mean too fall asleep. It's just
that I'm so tired. Please forgive me, Al My Lord and Master. Please!" Edna
sobbed.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Yo, guys does, "I'm tired." remotely sound
like a plausible excuse for her to stop pumping?" Al asked his brothers.
"Nope! Piglet is just lazy. You know that Albert. Shit she always snoozing on
you. Ain't that right Bobby?" Giggled Frank.
"That's right Frank. She tried the same routine with me when she was suppose
to be cleaning the galley." Robert giggled.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Is that true, Fucktoy? Are you pulling my
chain?" Al snickered, as he grabbed the chains attached to the alligator clips
clamped on Edna's nipples, and jerked down harshly.
Edna was in a quagmire of despair. Her current predicament was brought on,
when she was caught lying to Al, about the number of times Helen toppled over in
the rump race. But she also knew that according to Standing Order Number Two,
she could never contradict any of the Anderson brothers. She was caught in a
Catch-22 dilemma. Edna looked despairingly at Al.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Well Fucktoy, what do you have to say for
yourself?"
Gloria who was struggling to get back to Linda's twat, after the shock from
her punishment collar made her topple to the deck in agony. She paused just long
enough to repeat what Frank was telling her to say. "What Frank My Lord and
Master, and Robert My Lord and Master, are saying is true, Al My Lord and
Master. Several times Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy, has told me that
she was so very tired. But she always seemed to have the energy to have Noodles
the Faggot, give her a good corn holing. As she is now doing even as you speak
to her." With her speech done Gloria continue her struggles to get back to
Linda's pussy.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "By-George, Quack is right. Frank, Bobby,
will you look at that. Fucktoy is letting that FAGGOT pack her ass." Al said in
a tone that denoted shock and astonishment.
With her Uncle Robert feeding her lines to her, Elizabeth played her part in
the current torturous play. "Daddy, Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy, with
her silvery tongue told me that, she could fool you anytime about anything.
Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy, is not tired at all daddy. Piglet the sex
crazed Nymphet Fucktoy, only wants to stop her exercising so, Noodles the FAGGOT
and her can get down to some serious poop-chute packing. Piglet the sex crazed
Nymphet Fucktoy doesn't care if she gets so fat the she will look like a hog.
Daddy don't let Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy trick you with that lying
silvery tongue."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Open that maw!" Barked Al
Al growled, "So Fucktoy you thought that you were going to trick me into
letting you go to bed so that you and the FAGGOT could get into a hot poop-chute
packing party. Tisk, tisk Fucktoy, what would your mother say about this
behavior if she were here? Oh-well I guess that I'm going to, have to discipline
you for her, though it pains me to do so.
Edna let out a gurgling scream as Al clamped a vice-grip tightly on her
tongue.
"Lets see, hmmm. I know I'll just slice this... (Al pulled Edna's tongue out
of her mouth with the vice-grips. Holding a sharp knife next to her stretched
out tongue.) ...off so you won't be tempted to waggle it to get you out of your
responsibilities."
Edna went pasty white with fear as Al pressed the blade against her tongue.
The image of Bonnie's stump flashed through her mind.
"Shit!" Al cursed, as he pulled the knife away. "I must be becoming an old
softy. I tell you what I'm going to do Fucktoy. I'll give you a choice of either
starting your exercise section over from the beginning." Pressing the knife back
against her tongue. "Or removing this. Witch will it be, Fucktoy?" Al withdrew
the knife from Edna's tongue and let go of the vice-grips.
With the vice-grip still clamped to her tongue Edna response was very
distorted. "Start over! Al My Lord and Master I would like to start my exercise
session over from the beginning, instead of giving up my tongue. Please Al My
Lord and Master. Let me start over."
Using her long red hair as a rope Al tied the knife to her head and let it
dangle down "OK, Fucktoy I let you start over. We'll just forget your last ten
hours and reset the timer back to thirty-six hours. You may now start pumping."
Edna struggled to peddle the cycle and begin torturing herself. When she had
the cycle up to the required speed, Al plugged the cycle back into the ship's
power supply.
Al love forcing his victims to choose their own form of torment. All of the
choices were always agonizingly painful but one was always more hideous then the
others. Like this dejected teen, The last thing she wanted to do was to continue
pedaling, but the other choice that he had offered this despondent sex-slave
horrified her so much that she was motivated enough to peddle the cycle for
another thirty-six hours. Al knew that the exhausted teen would never last for
thirty-six hours. Hell she'll be lucky if she lasts another two hours. But he'll
deal with that later.
Al stepped back to admire the struggling sex-slave torture herself on the
cycle. But he nearly fell when he bumped in to something on the deck. "What the
fuck!" Al yelled, as he looked down to see what he had tripped on. Seeing the
wiggling form of Marsha on the deck he burst out laughing.
"What's up Albert?" Frank asked, on hearing his brother's yelp and laughter.
"It's Commode. She attacked me." Responded Al.
Frank and Robert joined their brother, who was now standing on Marsha. His
heels pressing into her well endowed ballooned, breasts.
Pain ripped through her breasts as Al ground his heels into them. She would
never attempt to attack Al or his brothers. She feared their retribution too
much to even think about attacking them. Just the normal course of the Anderson
brothers, sadistic games were almost beyond her endurance to withstand. So she
would never ever attack the Andersons. All she did was to obey Al command he had
given her.
After the surge of burning electricity from the collar around her neck stop
its coursing through her body, Marsha rolled her toppled body back to where she
had started her trips around the aft deck, walking on her rump, along with the
others. She desperately wanted to tell Al that she didn't attack him. That his
stumbling over her was only an accident. But Marsha knew better so she remained
quit. She also knew that the pain in her breasts from Al's grinding heels was
only the beginning, the beginning of even more hideous, painful torture. Now
that she was the center of Al's attention. Marsha was not disappointed. Within
minutes, her three tormentors had her rig behind the exercise cycle, so that her
pussy was being constantly beaten and electricity surging through her body.
Marsha's legs were spread wide and secured to the base of the platform the
cycle was on. She was bent over backward over a three foot 2X2 post that was
jabbing into the small of her back. A leather belt secured to the top of the
post to ensure that Marsha would not slip off of the post. The belt had
one-eighth inch long steel spikes lining its inside circumference. The belt was
compressing her waist so tight that her that it threatened to cut her in half.
To keep her bent over backwards on the post, lines ran from the rings embedded
in her ballooned breasts to the deck. Her breasts were pulled so tight that
Marsha thought that her breasts were being pulled off of her chest by the roots.
Her long red hair had been braided and threaded through an eyebolt at the base
of the 2X2 post. Her head was drawn so far back that she thought that her neck
was going to snap. Duct tape secured a dildo in her mouth that had piss and shit
solution pumping down her gullet. The gearing on the wheel that was whipping
Edna's back was change so that it now spun in the opposite direction. The strops
now slash there way across Marsh's twat. A medal dildo that was a foot long and
as wide as Al's thigh was super glued up her shitter. The mammoth dildo spread
her ass so much that her pelvic bones were shoved apart as if she was giving
birth. A wire ran from the base of the dildo to the cycle electrical box. It was
wired so that as long as Edna peddled the cycle, one hundred and twenty-five
volts of electricity would stream into Marsha's body.
The three brothers had stood back to admire their handy work. They were
amused at the way Marsha's arms were flapping like a bird's wings. Marsha wrists
were still cuffed to the collar around her neck. But her elbows flapped wildly.
The way her hips flared out almost twice there normal dimensions, the way her
waist was squeezed down to a-quarter of its normal girth, and the way the
electricity made her muscles twitch spasmodically. And the way she was
thrashing, bucking, squirming and quivering within the limits of her bondage.
"That will teach you not to attack me!" Roared Al giddily.
The three men watch Marsha torment for a few minutes, then they turned their
attention to the rest of the toppled sex-slaves. The brothers inserted fifty
thumbtacks into each meaty ass-cheek and set the sex-slaves on their rumps.
"Bitches, get them buns hauling! And you best be hulling them in hi gear!"
Giggled Al
The three giggling brothers watch their sex-slaves waddled rapidly on their
thumbtack studded rumps.
"If Quack can right herself and resume her assign task, so can the rest of
you bitches. So you shit-for-brains, lazy ass bitches best not be caught
lounging around again." Snapped Frank.
Noticing a tack on the deck, Robert grinned, "Each of you worthless sluts
best still have all one hundred tacks in your heinie when check. Five minutes of
ass buzzing for each missing tack."
With the sex-slaves waddling on their tack-studded rumps as fast as they
could, the three brothers headed for Steve and Beth.
"Oh, by the way, if any of you useless, pathetic, slugs ever attack my
brothers or me again, Commode's plight will look like a cake walk! UNDERSTAND!"
Every sex-slave that was able to speak rang out, "Yes, Al My Lord and
Master."
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