Part Three
The ordeal continued as the sun passed its zenith and the sultry heat
made the view of the distant hills shimmer. A haze filled the sky and
the air was still and close. The shade of the big trees was merciful
but intended more for the comfort of the women who came to be served
than for Bob's. It was mid-afternoon and the hottest part of the day.
There was a lull in the parade of women but more and more of them
seemed to be lingering about the deck after being served and voting.
About three fourths of the balls used for voting were now in the big
jar. Most of them were still black but whites were accumulating in a
way that gave Bob hope.
As he knelt there on the deck looking down the street toward the
courthouse he saw a splash of bright red and yellow in the middle
distance. The figure moved toward the center of the street and resolved
itself into the form of the fat woman who had stood in the bakery door
when he had been led forth that morning. She was coming now to be
pleasured and cast her judgement. Had she waited purposely for the
muggy heat to be at its worst?
"Here comes Bertha!" he heard a woman in the crowd say and all eyes
turned down the street. Scattered chuckles and giggles could be heard
among the women and the gathering of an audience was now explained. The
women had gathered to witness the spectacle of the massive woman
working her will upon Bob.
Her pace down the street was leisurely but her approach carried such
menace that to Bob she seemed to cover ground with undue speed. She
stepped up onto the deck with a light footedness that seemed
incongruous and without fanfare removed her dress and hung it on the
hook. Her body was naked beneath it. Though a virtual mountain of flesh
she was yet not without shape and womanly grace. Sweating profusely,
rivulets running down over her milky white bulk, she approached Bob and
in passing took him by the ear and pulled him back toward the beam.
Bob's heart pounded in near panic. He had feared this above all. It
would have been one thing to be made to press his head between those
ponderous thighs as she reclined in the chair or even to have his face
engulfed between the mounts of flesh that were her cheeks but to have
her settle her massive weight upon him as he lay supine upon the beam
led to visions of no return.
But he lay himself down with resignation and she stood above him
casting a wide shadow. She stretched and turned to her audience which
responded with gleeful cheers and prompting. Looking up, Bob saw her
lower herself, saw the fleshy thighs spread and the dense black bush
part to expose the pink folds. She reached between her legs with both
hands and spread herself wide before settling on his face. The oozing,
squashy flesh of her mount engulfed his upturned face and then he felt
her bulk settle full force upon him as light vanished and air was cut
off. She bounced downward hard twice by way of making a simple demand:
"You had better satisfy me quickly if you want to draw your next
breath."
Bob had instinctively taken a deep breath before being submerged and he
believed only that saved him. He plied his tongue desperately about her
soft tissues and was relieved to find her near ready to climax. Her
clit was a turgid marble of rampant flesh and he worked with vital
urgency upon it. Warm slippery juices flowed abundantly over his face
and he felt them trickle past his ears and down his neck. She bounced
impatiently again and Bob, his breath fast running out, ground his
tongue upon her in a panicked frenzy. He felt her convulse violently as
her orgasm surged through her but then all went to blackness and
nothingness.
He drifted a while in a murky dreamplace where visions of naked female
loins and the faces of women grimacing in pleasure reeled by. Suddenly
light returned and the sucking weight was removed and with a gasp he
filled his lungs. Looking up he saw Bertha standing over him howling
with laughter along with all who had been there to watch. When she saw
he had regained consciousness she lowered herself again but stopped
with her big snatch inches above his face. She extended two fingers and
wiggled them and this time Bob reacted with practiced skill and opened
wide as the golden torrent showered down. Her flow was copious and
prolonged but he guzzled it without spilling a drop. She made him suck
the dribbling leavings from her thick hair and then stepped away and
awarded him a white ball, to not a few boo's and hisses from her fans.
The afternoon wore on and the shadows of the hills took on an
encouraging slant as the sun sunk lower in the sky. It was getting
toward the end of the work day. He could tell because a few of the
professional women he had pleasured that morning drove up in their cars
and disembarked to watch the goings on. He heard the throaty roar of a
motorcycle and looked up the street to see the sergeant approaching.
She parked her bike near the deck, stepped up and stripped below the
waist with the same nonchalance she had shown when she "arrested" him.
The pillory was her pleasure this time. Bob served her anus pleasingly,
having some knowledge of her preferences and she awarded him a white
ball.
She left him clamped in the pillory and Bob looked up to see three more
familiar pussies. The judge, his "attorney" and the prosecutor stood
naked side by side in front of him. They stood too close for him to
crane his neck upward and see their faces but the memory of their eager
loins was sharp and he recognized them.
They elected to use him by turns there in the pillory. The judge went
first, backing her full shapely bottom up to his face and grinding her
hips in a rolling motion as she rubbed her crotch and anus against his
face. Then she settled backward with her hole against his mouth. Bob
knew her expectation and he slid his tongue deep into her receptive
orifice. With skill he had learned over the course of the day he
brought her the pleasure she relished. She rubbed and kneaded herself
between the legs and in minutes a climax made her buck and writhe,
pressing Bob back hard against the board as deep sighs of satisfaction
came from her.
The other two women took their turns to similar result. They released
Bob and stepped over to the table to vote.
"Do you see any progress in the rehabilitation of this miscreant?" the
judge asked her companions.
"There seems to be hope," said the prosecutor. "We can always castrate
him if we change our minds and there's lots of fun to be had with him
in the meantime."
It seemed all three women were in agreement because Bob gained three
white balls for his efforts. The women walked off to mingle with the
crowd and Bob noticed they didn't bother to dress. In fact more and
more of the women were shedding their clothes. Some had arrived in
various sorts of scanty domina attire, some had stripped to lingerie
and others were simply brute naked in the sweltering heat.
The sound of an engine was heard in the distance and a pickup truck
turned a corner onto the main street. The driver gunned the engine and
accelerated toward the deck, then skidded to a stop. In the truck was
the construction crew Bob had seen that morning. Two young women were
in the cab and four more rode in the open box in back.
They piled out of the truck in a blur of suntanned flesh, denim and
flannel. Each held a bottle of beer and swigged lustily from it as they
jostled their way toward the deck. They were drunk, rowdy and profane,
cursing each other playfully as each fought to be first in line to have
her way with Bob. They left a trail of tee shirts, flannel shirts and
cutoff jeans in their wake as they approached. By the time they climbed
the steps and surrounded Bob all were naked but for their heavy work
boots.
Work hardened, muscular specimens suntanned over their entire bodies,
they stood in a circle around Bob and started kicking and shoving him
roughly with their lug soled shoes. A couple of times Bob was shoved
flat on his back and one of the girls took the opportunity to stomp his
balls painfully before he could double up to protect himself.
The tall blonde who had greeted him that morning claimed him first. He
was lying on his side, curled in a protective position. She put a foot
on his shoulder and forced him onto his back. Bob looked up to see her
crotch positioned above his face. Instinctively he opened his mouth
wide and, not surprisingly considering the amount of beer she must have
had, a flood of warm urine poured from her. He took it with a minimum
of spillage but still earned a slap across his face. Then she plopped
herself down, straddling his head between her sweaty, muscular thighs,
and made him serve her then and there until she came brutishly.
Each of the young women took her turn with Bob in similar fashion. Two
of them chose anal pleasure and sat their bottoms over Bob's mouth
while they worked their clits with their hands. He felt battered and
exhausted when they finished with him but five of the six balls that
went into the jar were white.
When all the girls had been satisfied they joined the crowd around the
deck. A carnival atmosphere had developed and there was a buzz of
voices punctuated with raucous laughter. About one hundred women stood
about the town square now and Bob had serviced most of them.
A clattering sound of metal on cobblestone came from up the street and
Bob saw a large wagon approaching. It was meant to be horse drawn but
instead eight naked men toiled along in harness under the whip of a
jailer who rode on the seat. As the wagon drew close Bob looked at the
faces of the slaves. They were blank, vacant, resigned. He looked down
to their loins and saw limp penises dangling over empty scrotums. Alan
was the third slave back on the left side of the wagon tongue. A tingle
of fear raced up Bob's spine. Here were castrated slaves being casually
used as human oxen by these frightfully cruel vixens. There seemed to
be no limit to what they might be inflict on a man.
The wagon was loaded with shaved ice in which two kegs of beer and
numerous bottles of wine and champagne were embedded. Another party was
in the offing to celebrate the degradation of yet another hapless male.
The kegs were already tapped and the construction girls crowded around
before the wagon even stopped rolling. The slaves were unharnessed and
set to work setting up some large torches, which had also been aboard
the wagon, around the deck and here and there about the park. It seemed
the revels would last far into the night.
The sun now hung low above the hills and long, deep shadows extended
toward the deck from the buildings and trees surrounding it. Three
balls were now left in the two small jars; two black and one white.
A short, plump, dark haired woman in a black dress, black pumps and
brass wire rimmed glasses climbed the steps of the deck. She unzipped
her dress and stepped from it, then removed her black underthings until
she was naked except for spike heels and spectacles. She had a prim,
school-marmish way about her despite her flagrant nudity.
Settling back in the chair, she motioned to Bob in a now familiar way
and he knee walked his way to her and pressed his face deep in the lush
black growth between her plump thighs. He was desperate to please
because one more white ball would be his reprieve, if indeed these
cruel bitches would actually abide by the result of his efforts should
their whim dictate otherwise.
Nevertheless he served her with practiced skill, conveying the sense of
total adoration and most abject submission he knew was the common
denominator in pleasing all of them. She took her time with him and
stopped him occasionally to give detailed instructions as if speaking
to a child. When he had mastered her requirements she lapsed into a
state of animal ardor and thrashed about the chair grinding her rampant
womanhood against his face until she came in a cataclysmic rush.
When finished she shoved him away and stood up. She turned around and
flaunted her pert, round bottom in Bob's face and demanded he shower it
with kisses. There was a twinkle in her eye as she stepped over to the
jars to vote and she lingered there, toying with Bob as he watched
anxiously. Reaching first for the white ball then for a black one and
back and forth again she finally took a black one and dropped it in the
big jar. Bob"s heart sank. There was to be no mercy and no relenting.
They would wring the last bit of pleasure and amusement from him and
probably castrate him into the bargain.
A chilling realization struck Bob. One woman had been conspicuous by
her absence through his ordeal. He wondered about it for a moment but
then got his answer when he looked up the street toward the courthouse
and saw a figure coming down the steps, obscured by the deep shade cast
by the building. But then the apparition passed from the shadow into
the light of the westering sun. Viper!
Her naked golden flesh glowed in the waning sunlight, the lurid tattoo
seeming to slither up and down her body as her graceful slinky stride
carried her inexorably toward her assignation with Bob. She carried a
black leather sack in her left hand.
The sweat of primal fear ran down the middle of Bob's back as she drew
nearer. The crowd now pressed close around the deck. Picnic tables and
park benches had been pulled up close around it so those there to
witness the spectacle could stand on them for a better view. A hush had
fallen. The air was still and sultry. The only sounds were the clicking
of Viper's boot heels on the cobblestones and the chirping of the
nighthawks that swooped about indifferently overhead. Viper reached the
deck and climbed the steps with a silken grace. She glanced at the jars
on the table then set the black bag down next to them.
Turning to Bob she said," My sincerest apologies for arriving so late.
Urgent disciplinary matters in the dungeon unavoidably detained me. Now
it seems it falls to my lot to render final judgement upon you."
With a few swift gliding steps she crossed the deck and forced Bob onto
his back. He found himself with Viper sitting on his chest with her
thighs either side of his head and his chin in the hairy slit of her
pussy. It's feral musk filled his nostrils, exuding animal eroticism
and danger. He realized that from the first time he had seen her he had
known this moment to be inevitable and fear of it had lingered in the
back of his mind. To her he was merely helpless prey. She could torment
him, enslave him, make him adore her then castrate him, make a snack of
his balls and forget him.
"How unfortunate for you I was busy so late," she purred at him. "If I
had come by earlier the black ball you will almost certainly earn might
have meant less in the scheme of things. You might have had a chance to
redeem yourself with some of my fellow citizens. But, as you may have
noticed, I simply adore performing castrations. In fact castrations
give me more pleasure than anything else. Where you and any other
members of your gender are concerned I care about only one thing and
that is how much pleasure I can take from you. Your unenviable task is
to somehow persuade me that I will have more pleasure if I let you keep
your precious balls. Now I offer you my pussy to serve. I am most fond
of my pussy. It is by far my favorite part of myself because of the
wonderful orgasms it gives me. It will really decide your fate and you
had best treat it accordingly."
With one slithering, sinuous motion she shifted herself to squat over
his face with her sex looming above it. Reaching between her legs with
both hands she spread herself wide.
"Look at it!" she hissed.
Bob stared upward at the pinkish brown cleft in her hairy mount. The
clit was large and protuberant. The maw of her vagina clenched and
relaxed rhythmically, seeming eager to envelop his member and seal his
fate. Her anus puckered and twitched impatiently. Bob's heart pounded
in mingled terror and urgent lust. His shaft was like steel and his
balls ached inside the tight manacle as they swelled with his growing
arousal. Suddenly she wiggled two fingers and Bob took fair warning,
throwing his mouth open to catch the pungent nectar that spilled from
her. Even her piss had a quality of heady wine. There was a wild taste
to it and it made him long for her the more even as it terrorized him.
Viper emptied herself into him then cackled gleefully.
"So the day's lessons have not been lost on you," she said. "Let's see
if the efforts of our good citizens to re-educate you have born fruit."
With that she spun around to face his feet and lowered her torrid
womanhood over his face. Bob pressed upward to meet her, driven by a
mix of fear and longing. He began to use the secrets he had learned
through the long day, exploring and caressing her with abject and
tender passion. But she seemed unmoved by things that had turned some
of the other women to jelly. She slid the padlock around his balls
downward until the skin of his sack stretched tight and shiny as an
over-inflated balloon and his balls stood out in sharp relief. "It's my
right to take them any time I want to now and I don't believe the good
ladies would mind a bit!" he heard her say.
She hooked the long, sharpened nails of her other hand under his
stretched sack and he felt them dig in perilously.
"I've taken more than a few pair of these with just my nails" she
snarled as she pressed in harder and bounced down once with her hips.
"I've already had several very good orgasms today and I expect one from
you that's truly exceptional if you don't want me to pop your little
bubble here."
Bob felt a sense of abandonment take him over and he blankened his mind
to anything other than the soft erogenous tissues his tongue caressed
and gave himself over to a total adoration of her as a goddess who
possessed his body and soul. Viper sensed the totality of his surrender
and gave in to the pleasure of it, relaxing her iron grip on his balls
and allowing her body to soften, immersing herself in her enjoyment.
Bob realized he had unlocked the secret of her pleasure. She was a
supremely dominant creature and only the most profound and absolute
submission to her will could satisfy her. She could sense even the
slightest resistance in one who was expected to serve her and would
crush it with the utmost ruthlessness. But now his utter submission had
been gained and she set about the business of pursuing her orgasm. She
kept Bob busy here and there between her thighs, making him lavish his
tongue upon her labia and slip it far up into the salty cavern of her
vagina. When she could bear no more in foreplay she pressed the turgid,
rampant orb of her clit upon his tongue and bounced twice to signal her
desire for immediate climax. Bob gave his all, grinding the tip of his
tongue upon her orb worshipfully, as Viper clamped her thighs tight
upon the sides of his head and writhed her hips in short jerking
thrusts, her breath escaping in short gasps as her arousal built to
unbearable tension. Sweat poured from her in the sultry evening air. A
sudden rush of ecstasy exploded in her loins and surged through her
body to her outermost extremities. A gush of hot oozing female
ejaculate filled Bob's mouth as Viper let out a ferocious wail of
brutish delight that rang in the arching boughs of the trees above. Bob
ceased his licking but she bounced down twice again and he obediently
resumed as she rode his face in the throes of a consuming multiple
orgasm. Bob continued plying his tongue upon her as she came again and
again, writhing and grinding her hips and shrieking maniacally. Then
she let out a deep moan and her head slumped down as she leaned on her
arms shuddering and breathing deeply. But yet she was far from
finished. She placed her anus over his mouth and enjoyed his tongue
there for awhile and then fondled herself to another casually brutish
climax.
When finished she stood and bent over to grab Bob by his hair and tug
him up to his knees. Then she stepped over to the table where she had
set the black bag. Reaching inside she withdrew a strange and ominous
instrument that it took Bob a moment to identify. Then he recognized
the fleshy-colored latex imitation of an erect penis. Straps and
buckles dangled from it and at right angles upward from it's base
extended the silvery shaft of a vibrator. The mock penis was a good ten
inches long with a diameter most men would envy.. A large pair of false
testicles bulged from it's base.
"It has been well said that a turnabout is fair play," Viper said as
she stepped back toward Bob holding the dildo in her right hand. "Since
I find it unlikely that thing of yours is up to the task at hand why
don't we try mine?"
Standing spread legged, she positioned the silver vibrator shaft
between her legs and then pressed upward so it slid deep inside her.
This evoked a sigh of anticipatory pleasure as she buckled the straps
tightly around her hips.
The dildo jutted from her bush, a gross mockery of all maleness. She
approached Bob until the tip of it was inches from his face.
"How many blowjobs have you had?" she asked.
"Answer me!" she snarled when Bob hesitated.
"O...only one," Bob replied.
"I'll bet you've wanted one from every woman you've seen haven't you?"
She snapped.
"Haven't you?!"
"Y...yes," answered Bob, blushing deeply.
"Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"N... no."
"That can easily be remedied," she said as she reached behind Bob's
head and pulled him forward while guiding the tip of the shaft toward
his mouth. Bob clenched his teeth but she gave a quick, sharp kick that
struck his balls and he opened his mouth to yelp, whereupon Viper
thrust her hips forward and shoved the dildo in a third of the way. She
twisted his hair painfully and slapped his face. Resigned, Bob just
knelt there holding the false dick in his mouth and awaiting her next
demand.
"Come on, suck it! lick it!" she crooned. "Be my good little whore!"
Bob began to fellate the dildo, trying his best to imitate sluts he had
seen in porno flicks. She rolled her hips back and forth shoving the
phallus ever deeper and pressing hard against the back of his throat.
Suddenly she grabbed his ears and pressed determinedly against his
gullet. He gagged and backed away but she persisted, forcing the thick
glans hard upon him until suddenly something gave. He gagged again but
the dildo slid deep down his throat until his nose pressed into the
hair of her bush.
He felt a shivering in the dildo and he realized she had pressed a
switch somewhere that activated the vibrator embedded deep inside her.
She groaned deeply as the pleasure took hold of her, pulled the dildo
out, then shoved it back in again, deeper if possible. Obviously
intending to satisfy herself by throat fucking him, she began to grind
and gyrate her hips vigorously and with utter disregard for anything
but her pleasure. Bob gagged and choked, drawing breaths as best he
could manage between probing thrusts. Mercifully her climax was not
long in erupting. With one cruel, deep thrust she buried the shaft full
length and grunted bestially as orgasm assailed her. The force of it
buckled her knees and doubled her over at the waist causing the dildo
to disengage with a pop. She leaned on him, still coming as the
vibrator continued it's work.
She switched off the vibrator as her orgasms played out, then she
pushed Bob away.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked.
"N... no ah yes um I..." Bob stammered uncertainly.
"I mean have you ever been fucked in the ass you fool?" she badgered
him.
"N... no."
"Good. There is nothing quite so satisfying as a deflowering. Trust me!
I will not be gentle!"
She stepped over to the pillory and opened it while turning to Bob and
piercing him with an impatient glare. He understood her unspoken demand
and dutifully knee walked over to it and placed his neck between the
jaws even as his heart climbed into his throat. He trembled as he knelt
there helpless with his ass in the air. There was no mistaking what was
to come next. Viper reached into one of her high boots and took out a
small squeeze bottle full of a clear oil. She uncapped it and squirted
oil liberally on the dildo and then stuck the long thin nozzle into
Bob's anus, lubricating him thoroughly.
"Don't mistake this for kindness," she said. "I merely wish to ensure
that my entering thrust will be to the hilt. You will hurt as you have
never hurt before at first. But then a surprise awaits you that will
change your life..."
He felt her knees between his ankles and then the prodding of the shaft
against his tight and tender puckering. Her nails dug deep into the
flesh of his hips as she sought a firm grip. He felt a relentless
pressure like a log being forced into his body as she pressed forward
mercilessly. Her knees were between his and he felt her soft breasts on
the small of his back as she coiled herself for the thrust. Suddenly
she threw her hips forward and Bob felt his sphincter give as her mock
member plunged deep. There was a stabbing agony as he felt her belly
touch his buttocks. He screamed and then broke down into sobs of
mingled pain and humiliation.
Viper kept the dildo buried deep and commenced a gyrating motion. She
would have her pleasure later but was now intent on causing him pain
and in stretching his tortured anus. She pulled back and plunged in
again ruthlessly, then ground some more. Bob thrashed about in a futile
effort to dislodge the tormenting shaft but she ravaged him into
submission.
When she had stretched him to her satisfaction she switched on the
vibrator and set about fucking him in earnest. Her sinuous strength
allowed her to thrust with a remorseless rhythm and she soon was
carried along with wild abandonment as the vibrator pulsed within her
and she ground her rampant clit against the butt of the dildo.
Bob whimpered and moaned as she savaged him but to his bewilderment a
strange sensation had begun deep inside him. At the depths of each of
her thrusts there was an itching, burning twinge of pleasure. As his
anus expanded much of the pain subsided and in spite of himself he
began to raise his ass to meet her thrusts, seeking to increase the
enjoyment she inflicted.
Viper passed into a state of erotic frenzy. Her mind had relinquished
all control to her splendid body which now immersed itself in the
pursuit of its blissful release. Her cadence quickened to a breathless
pace, several thrusts now coming each second. Her sweat glistened in
the waning sunlight. Bob's twinges of pleasure suddenly ran together
into a long searing delight and, to his shock, he felt his balls
contract violently and he came with a high pitched shuddering sigh of
mingled ecstasy and humiliation. His seed spurted from him and
splattered copiously on the deck.
This triggered Viper's coming. Reducing a man to such a state was one
of her most cherished pleasures and the sounds a victim made when his
sense of manhood was shattered by her ruthless penetration caused her
to pass into a consuming and prolonged orgasmic state where climax
followed climax in shattering succession. Her body was racked by
pulsing waves of animal pleasure until with a final atavistic grunt of
brute satisfaction she toppled forward over Bob's back with her face
lying across her arms. She was limp and spent, the vibrator still
running but leaving her unmoved as all desire had now been drained from
her. She reached back to switch it off but remained draped over Bob
with the dildo still embedded in him. She drew a deep breath, then
exhaled and disengaged her shaft from Bob's ravaged rectum. Moving
languidly she unlatched the pillory and freed Bob to rise to his knees
facing her.
"Lick it up!" she ordered, pointing to the white splattering of semen
on the deck in front of him. Bob stooped to obey without thought to how
degrading was the act she commanded. Nothing seemed to matter any more.
He felt dazed and drained, emasculated. Yet overshadowing it all was
one undeniable fact. He wanted it again. He knew if a woman approached
him again with a dildo bobbing in front of her he would perform the
mock fellatio she demanded and then, at her behest, present his bottom
to be violated for her pleasure. He would accept the burning shame as
the price of the irresistible pleasure. He prayed he had satisfied
Viper and she would let him keep his balls so he could again submit to
her thrusts. He was transformed. He longed to live his life in the
service of these women for as long as they found him pleasing.
Viper watched Bob as he licked the deck and she guided his head with
the toe of her boot to spots he had missed. Then she ordered him to
take the dildo in his mouth and clean it, soiled as it was by streaks
of blood mixed with his waste. He submitted dutifully, licking and
sucking every bump and crease until the dildo was spotless.
Finally she stepped over to the table and stood before the jars as if
undecided. She held Bob in cruel suspense and even picked up the black
ball before suddenly dropping it and choosing the white one. The
audience broke into mingled boo's and cheers, the boo's coming no doubt
from women who wanted to see his balls taken and the cheers coming for
Viper's performance. Viper stepped down from the deck, picked up a
glass of red wine at the wagon and mingled with the crowd. She still
sported the dildo and strutted about with it getting many a laugh as
she joked cruelly at Bob's expense.
The sun had just set. Torches were lit all around the square and the
party continued in their flickering glow. Suddenly a rumbling sound was
heard from the direction of the courthouse. All eyes turned that way.
Gas lamps stood on poles all along the street and in their soft light
Bob saw a moving, fleshy colored mass in the distance. As it moved
closer it resolved into a large group of naked men crawling on hands
and knees. They were herded along by half a dozen whip wielding
jailers. The slave dungeon had been emptied for the party and the
slaves were being driven down the street dragging their ponderous ball
weights over the cobblestones. There were about fifty of them. They
were herded into the square surrounding the deck and dispersed among
the women gathered there. Another small wagon drawn by two eunuchs
arrived carrying whips, paddles, dildos and other toys. The women
crowded around and selected their toys. Most of them were more than a
little drunk and the spectacle Viper had provided had made them horny.
An orgy developed that dwarfed the one of the night before. Women took
turns with the slaves, forcing them to submit to the most vile and
creative indignities. Lusty orgasmic cries filled the sweltering night
air. Bob was largely ignored early on but Olga, who had used him early
that morning and the blonde construction forewoman came up on the deck
to have their way with him and empty their bladders.
Then Bob saw the sergeant mounting the deck with a hefty dildo jutting
from her thick bush. She approached Bob with a gleam in her eye.
"We have unfinished business," she said.
