Steve watch with bewilderment as a well-built redheaded female came out of the bedroom. She was nude save for a collar around her neck, a thick leather belt that was squeezed tightly around her slim waist and cuffs that were fasten around her wrists and ankles. Her ankles were linked together by a six-inch piece of chain and her wrists were fastened to the sides of the collar. Her breasts were ballooned like his wife's and a gag was tightly secured over her mouth. Each of the redhead's large ballooned breasts had a ring imbedded in them, from each ring hung two weights. Her pussy lips also pierced with rings and each ring had four weights attached to them. But the cruelest thing was the ring that went through her clitoris that had a line tied to it that went between her legs and was tied to a wheelchair that had a small tub and cast making supplies in it. As the redhead walked towards him, Steve saw the contorted face of the redhead as her clitoris towed the wheelchair behind her.

Once the redhead reached Steve, Robert released her wrists from the collar and untied the wheelchair from her clitoris then hung a weight from it. The red head then place the tub on the floor in front of Steve. Steve and Beth watched the redhead crouch over the tub and begin to urinate. The redhead pissed long and hard, filling the tub a third of the way up. After she stopped she pored the bag of casting plaster into the tub she mixed the piss and plaster together. After soaking the gauze in the piss and plaster solution the redhead wrapped Steve's legs with them. Steve's shattered knees were encased in casts, though his knees were not properly set.

Frank roared, "Sweet Cheeks fuck tunnel, Quack!"

The redhead picked up the tub as she got to her feet and walked behind the couch. She then poured the remaining piss and plaster mixture into Beth's gapping cunt.

"Quack, stitch Vanilla's dip stick to the valley!" Barked Frank.

After retrieving a suture kit from the wheel chair the redhead scurried behind Steve and drop with a thud to her knees. Steve screamed and jerked as his phallus was sewn to the bottom of his ass crack. After the redhead was done with her task Robert untied the cord that held Steve's prick inverted and backward. Steve's prick tried to snap back to its normal position but the sutures held the prick firmly in its unnatural encampment. Then Robert removed the leather belt from around Steve's waist.

"Quack! Poor Vanilla here had a stressful day. Why don't you relax him a bit?" Giggled Frank.

The redhead picked up a large tube of muscle rub from the wheelchair and attached a long tapered nozzle to the tube. Kneeling behind Steve once again the redhead worked the nozzle pass Steve's cock and jammed it up Steve's rectum. Once the nozzle was deeply in Steve's ass she squeezing the entire tube into his rectum.

Frank and Robert watched with glee, as Steve twisted and turned as the chemical reaction of the muscle rub burned its way into the mucous membrane of his rectum.

"CHAIR!" Bellowed Frank.

The redhead got up off her knees and rolled the wheelchair behind Steve. Jutting out of the seat of the wheelchair was a huge metal butt plug that was a foot long and as thick as a beer can. As Frank and Robert released Steve's wrist from the ceiling eyebolt and lowered him down onto the wheelchair, the redhead made sure that the butt plug and Steve's rectum align with each other. Once Steve was seated with the metal phallus fully embedded up his ass, the redhead threaded the cord that was tied to the head of Steve's prick through the opening that was sewn in the bottom of the wheelchair seat. Then using a staple gun the redhead fastened the wheelchair's canvas seat to Steve's buttocks.

While Frank held Steve down in the wheelchair, Steve sat squirming atop of the staples imbedded in his buttocks, while Robert loop the cord that was tied to the head of Steve's prick around the bottom support brace of the wheelchair. Once Robert pulled the cord taunt and secured it Steve was force to remain seated in the wheelchair or rip out the sutures that held his prick to his rump crack. Steve sat in the wheelchair in pure agony. The butt plug was stretching his virginal rectum all out of shape while the chemical action of the muscle rub burned the lining of his rectum like acid.

Frank and Robert tied Steve's wrists and waist tightly to the wheelchair. With an evil grin on his face and saliva drooling from the corners of his mouth Frank snap gleefully. "Sweet Cheeks! Hubby is all deck out and ready to go its time to get you ready." Both men roared with laughter as they approached Beth.

Beth let out a hoarse scream and pleaded, but it was to no avail. After releasing her out stretch arms her palms were filled with super glue. Then Beth's palms were press to the bottoms of her whipped ballooned breasts and held there until the glue set. Frank then grabbed Beth by the hair and dragged her over the back of the couch then let her drop to the deck. After releasing Beth's legs, both men started to kick her as they barked, "On your feet Sweet Cheeks!"

After Beth struggled to her feet, Frank grabbed her by her left ear and marched her in front of Steve and forced her to her knees. Once on her knees Robert started to ream her mouth with his cock while Frank grasp her elbows, drawing them behind her back and bound them tightly together. Frank then coated a copy of the butt plug that was imbedded in Beth's husband's rectum with super glue then rammed it up her rectum. After Robert shot his wad in to her mouth Beth was force back to her feet by Robert yanking up on her hair. Once on her feet, Frank snap the weighted alligator clip to her cunt lips while Robert snapped clips to her nipples. Frank then forced her to turn so that she faced her husband.

Steve watched his lovely wife standing before him on trembling legs that were slightly spread. He watched the redhead crawl behind his wife and clicked into place a set of leg irons around his wife's slender ankles. Like the redhead's cuffs there was a six-inch length of chain connecting the two cuffs together. When the redhead was finished with his wife's leg irons, she crawled over to Frank who removed the gag from her mouth. Then redhead then started to suck on Frank's eight inches of fat fuck rod vigorously.

Beth stood like some obscene model. Her elbows were painfully tied behind her, which forced her ballooned breasts to protrude lewdly outward. While her glued hands appeared to be cupping her balled mammary glands. A pair of weighted alligator clips was chewing her long and pointy nipples. A matching clip set was stretching her whipped and bloated pussy lips. Her tender and well-used cunt was completely filled by a solid plug of plaster that was mixed with the redhead's piss. Flakes of the plaster were scattered throughout her pussy hair. The mammoth metal butt plug that was jammed up her ass and held in place by super glue distorted her rectum. Beth's entire body flushed a scarlet red with humiliation as she stood in front of her husband, listening to the wet slurping sound behind her.

Beth's thoughts were interrupted by Robert sickly sweet voice. "Sweet Cheeks, look down. See that mess you made on the floor?"

Beth looked down in front of her and saw the squished feces and dried urine that had squirted from her body during her initial beating along with several pools of semen, in various states of dryness. Meekly Beth croaked, "Yes Robert, I see it. I'm sorry for making the mess. Forgive me, please."

Robert continued to talk in his sickening sweet voice. "Not good enough Sweet Cheeks, hubby here like his home clean as a whistle. So get down there and lick the floor clean."

Beth looked between the floor and her tormentor with shock. Thinking to herself, "He can't really mean that. No human no matter how evil would force someone to lick the floor clean from her own excrement. Beth looked pleadingly at her husband, praying that he would jump up from the wheelchair, thrash these two evil men and rescue the both of them. Her fantasy was shattered when Robert pushed a button on a small box that he held.

Two howling screams reverberated thorough out the little cottage as both of the metal butt plugs sent a stream of electricity coursing through both captives' bodies. Beth first became ridged then she collapse to the floor thrashing about wildly as the electricity flowed through her. It felt as if every cell in her body was being beaten violently by an iron pipe. Her tongue swelled and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. Steve's body went through the same ripping torment. Which toppled the wheelchair over. Both victims were sure that they would die right then and there. Suddenly the ripping current was gone. Steve and Beth lay upon the floor gasping as their saliva foamed from their gapping mouths.

Sweet Cheeks! That was the first setting! If you want to feel the fifth setting just lay there and I'll oblige you! Otherwise get off your lazy ass and clean the floor with your tongue!" Snapped Robert.

Beth scrambled to her knees and began to lick the floor. She used her two pearly white front teeth to scrape the ground in feces and dried semen from the floor then she lapped up the flakes with her tongue. While Beth clean the floor with her tongue, Frank and Robert righted the wheelchair that her husband was still secured to.

"Don't forget the drool!" Barked Frank.

Beth scrambled on her knees to the puddles of saliva that drooled out of her and her husband's mouth and lapped them up.

Once again Robert spoke to Beth in the sickly sweet voice. "Sweet Cheeks go stand in front of Quack and shake your boobies for her.

Beth scrambled to her feet and rushed over to the redhead and started to shake her breast back and forth. Though the weights painfully pulled her tender nipples around savagely it was less painful then the raw electricity that the butt plug could send through her body. So Beth stood shaking her breasts as Robert ordered her to, in front of the redhead who bore a multitude of lash marks and welts. Beth eyes fixed onto the holes that the rings that ran through the redhead's breasts. They look old and stretched. Beth held a new respect for the redhead in front of her. If the redhead's treatment was anywhere near the tortures that she and her husband have been put through Beth could understand why the redhead perform any outlandish act that she was order to.

While Beth shook her breasts the redhead grasped Beth's face in her hands and pressed her lips to Beth's lips. Between the squeezing of her jaw and the intrusion of the redhead's tongue Beth parted her lips and opened her mouth. With her mouth open Beth felt her mouth fill with a hot sticky fluid. Beth realized that the redhead had been holding Frank's sperm in her mouth and was now transferring it to her own mouth. Beth was uncertain what to do with the mouth full of Frank's sperm. She was about to spit it out when Frank roared.

"Sweet Cheeks! Don't you dare! You best keep Frank's cream in that maw of yours! Now, sashay your ass over here and keep shaking those boobies while you do it!"

Beth swung her hips in a circle which caused the weights hanging from her pussy lips to joined her nipple weights in there ostentatious dance as she complied with Frank's orders. Beth continued her lewd movements with her hips and breasts as Frank position her in front of her husband. Frank then grasped her clitoris between his forefinger and thumb and stretched it out of its protective hood. While Frank held Beth's clitoris, Robert took a thin piece of sisal cord and tied it to the base of Beth's clitoris then he ran the cord between her legs. While Robert held the cord, Frank released his grip on Beth's clitoris. Robert then made a small noose with the length of sisal cord and lasso Steve's testis. Robert then drew the noose tight. Beth stood between her husbands cast legs with her clitoris tied to her husband's testes.

In that sickly sweet voice that Beth hated Robert spoke to her. "Sweet Cheeks! Quack; will lead you about the house by pulling on your boobies weights. She will take you through each and every room. You are not to swallow Frank's cum or let any of it to leak out. If you don't follow Quack or if any of Frank's cum is missing you'll get a buzz. (Robert held the black box in front of Beth's eyes and turned the setting to the fifth and highest level.) Quack; perform your task!"

The redhead grasped the weights that was hanging from Beth's nipples and started to pull Beth behind her. Beth wanted to scream as the slack ran out of the cord that secured her clitoris to her husband's testis. But fearful of what the amount of electrical current that would rip through her body at the fifth setting would do if Beth loss any of Frank's semen, Beth clinched her mouth closed. Slowly but surely the wheelchair that her husband was sitting in begin to roll.

"Move it Quack!" bellowed Frank.

The redhead, double her pace pulling Beth by her nipples and in turn Beth's clit pulled her husband by his testis as he sat in the rolling wheelchair. As the small human train threaded its way through the beach house Frank and Robert got dressed. When the train pulled up to it's starting point, Beth was breathing heavily through flaring nostrils. Tears were streaming down her face and her body shone salaciously from the beads of sweat that covered her body. Frank tilted Beth's head back and forced her mouth open to check the level of spunk that resided in her oral cavity. Satisfied with the amount of spunk he found he closed her mouth.

Then Frank bellowed, "Quack! Drop the weights, go get your hole plugs and bring them here."

The redhead dropped the weights, which brutally tugged Beth's tender nipples towards the floor. She scurried over to where her penis gag laid. After retrieving it she rushed to the bedroom to retrieve her metal dildo and metal butt plug. She then rushed back to Frank who stuffed the penis gag in her mouth and locked it tightly in place. Frank then slashed her breasts several times with his belt causing her ballooned, weighted breasts to bounce around.

"Quack! The next time Bobby tells you to lead someone around you best do it on the double! If I catch you in low gear again I will nail your feet to the ceiling and pour boiling water into that snatch of yours! Bend over and spread them!

As the redhead spread her legs and bent over at the waist, Frank snapped, "Sweet Cheeks! What are you gawking at! Get them hamhocks pumping and keep them pumping until I or Bobby tell you to stop."

Beth strained to get the wheelchair rolling again with her clitoris. Once she got the wheelchair rolling Frank bellowed after her. You best keep up a decent speed or you'll get the same treat that I promise Quack! Your mealy mouth best be filled with my yummy cream when ever it is checked." Beth increased her speed and followed the same route that the redhead had lead her the first time, towing her husband by his testis with her clitoris as her husband sat in the rolling wheelchair.

Frank handed the metal dildo to Quack. Who instantly jammed the foot long beer can thick fake cock deeply into her own cunt. Quack stood there bent over at the waist holding the dildo in her, as Frank rammed the butt plug of the same dimensions as the dildo into her rectum. Frank reached between Quacks legs and hooked a wide rubber strap to the front D-ring of her leather belt locked around her waist then pulled and stretched the rubber strap until it was able to hook into the back D-ring. Now the foreign objects that plugged her lower holes were held in place by the rubber strap that dug deeply into her cunt and ass crack.

"Stand and fix your cunt lips, Quack!"

Quack straitened up and with her left hand stretched the rubber strap out from her pussy. With her right hand she pulled and straitened her pussy lips so that the weights hanging from them were clear of the rubber strap. Then she let the strap snap back into her cunt.

Frank then bellowed, "Now go and fix me and Bobby something to eat. It best be good and hot."

Quack headed to the kitchen rotating her hips back and forth and shaking her breasts from side to side, which sent all of her weights hanging from her body in painful motion. In the kitchen Quack checked the refrigerator. It was filled with a feast for two. Beth must have been planing a candlelight farewell dinner for Steve before he set sail in the morning. She already notice while she was waiting in their bedroom that Beth had a very sexy and elegant nightgown laid out on the bed that was going to be used to cap off the romantic evening before they settled down to a night of lovemaking.

She placed the filet mignon steaks on the grill and began cooking them. The mouth-watering aroma made her empty stomach growl. She had not eaten in two days and she knew that she wouldn't eat until she was back aboard the Scorpion. She return to the refrigerator and look into the freezer looking for some fries not finding any she looked for fresh potatoes. All she found was a pre made potato salad. Groaning with despair and trembled with fear, she removed the potato salad from the refrigerator. Meat and fries that's what the Anderson boys thought a good meal was and she didn't have any thing to make fries with. She hoped that serving them the potato salad would save her from being punished for not serving fries. She doubted it but she hoped. It was totally out of her control but that wouldn't deter the Andersons from punishing her.

While she stood there cooking the owners of the steaks entered the kitchen from the dining room doorway. Her heart went out to them as they approach her. Whatever loving relationship they had was now gone. The only thing they had to look forward to now was a never-ending stream of hideous and painful tortures. As the two pairs of eyes locked on to hers, she wished that she could console these two tormented souls. But a foot long, beer can thick fake phallus that completely filled her mouth and a good one third of her throat which had her struggling just to get fresh air into her lungs much less hold a conversation. And it was clear by Beth's puffed out cheeks that she was diligently trying to retain the mouth full of Frank's semen. Semen that she herself deposited into Beth's mouth and Steve's smashed jaw made it clear that the couple would not be initiating any form of speech.

Inexperience as she was at towing someone by there testis as they sat in a wheel chair with her clitoris, Beth cut the turn too sharply as she round the cooking island in the center of the kitchen. The result was that the wheelchair got hung up on the corner of the cooking island and stopped cold. Causing the sisal cord to bite deeper into her clitoris and severely tighten the cord around Steve's testis. Beth's forward momentum made her pitch forward. Instinctively Beth tried to throw her hands out in front to cushion or stop her fall but the super glue held her hands firmly to the underside of her whipped breasts. And she crashed to the floor face first. Beth nearly spit Frank's male seed from her mouth, but she manage to keep the salty, gooey liquid trapped in her mouth as she laid atop of her ballooned breasts on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

While Beth struggled back to her feet she saw the redhead quickly look towards the kitchen-living room door to see if either one of the tormentors were in view. When the redhead was satisfied that there was no respond from the living room to the crash, the redhead rushed over to the wheelchair and slid it pass the cooking Island so it was clear, then she rushed back to the grill and turned the meat over. Both females exchange meaningful glances. One saying I'm sorry that I cannot help you any more and the other saying thank you so much for the little help that you could offer. After the brief glance Beth resumed her agonizing journey through the kitchen towards the kitchen-living room doorway.

Quack turned her attention back to preparing Frank's and Robert's meal. She went to the cabinet and took out two plates. Then open several drawers until she found the silverware. She paused monaurally as she gazed at the knives. Slowly she curled her fingers around the large butcher knife and picked it up. The shiny surface flashed light into her eyes as she turned the knife slowly. She flinched as she tested the blade for sharpness. A smile crossed her face as she made brutal slashing motions at the empty space before her. A vision of her standing over the bleeding forms of Frank and Robert with their severed genitalia grasped in her hand. While Beth and Steve jump and shouted with joy.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack! "Faster Sweet Cheeks!" Bellowed Frank.

Quack's triumphant fantasy vanish and the butcher knife clattered back into the drawer at the sound of leather striking naked skin and Frank's booming voice. In its place the image of the seventeen-year-old Diana took its place. Diana, who tried to stab Frank with a knife, she too was preparing a meal for the evil Anderson brothers when she made her attempt. When it failed, Frank using the same knife and skinned Diana alive in front of the entire complement of the Scorpion. She died screaming in pure agony long before all of her skin was cut and peel from her body. Diana's cured skin now hung in Frank's stateroom. Frank force each of his captives to kiss and lick Diana's hide every time they entered his stateroom.

Quack shuddered at the image as she retrieved the silverware for the meal. After placing the filet mignon steaks and the potato salad on the plates and retrieving a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator she carried the meal to the dining room table where Frank was examining the contents of Beth's mouth and Robert was all ready sitting. Before the plates were fully out of her hands Frank backed handed her across the face with enough force to send her sprawling across the floor on her backside.

"What the fuck! Where are the fries you fucking bitch?" Bellowed Frank.

Quack desperately wanted to tell Frank why there were no fries but the artificial prick that corked her mouth prevented it. She watched both sadistic men approach her sprawled body with there belts in their hands. Her breasts felt as if they were on fire as lash after lash from the belts blazed across them. Despite the fiery pain that the belts burned into her breasts, she knew from pass experience that her punishment could be much more painful if she try to protect her breasts or avoid the raining blows of the belts. So she laid on her back on the dining room floor and let the Andersons beat and beat her ballooned breasts. After each of her breasts had received ten lashes the thrashing stop. The penis gag prevented her screams from escaping but nothing prevented the river of tears flooding from her eyes.

Frank barked, "STAND BITCH!"

Quack scrambled back to her feet as Frank and Robert sat down. Frank's left hand was clinched in a fist while the index finger of that hand rocked back and forth in the universal signal of come hear. Quack scurried over and stood in front of Frank knowing that her punishment was not yet over.

"Open the fuck tunnel!" Growled Frank.

Quack unhooked the rubber strap that was holding the metal cock and metal butt plug deep in their respective holes. She then pulled the metal cock out of her cunt.

Frank scooped up both servings of potato salad in his hands and smeared it harshly across her whipped breasts. "Put this fuck tunnel stuffing where it belongs!" Snapped Frank.

Most of the potato salad fell to the floor at Quacks spread feet, but a thin cool coating that covered Quack's breasts relived some of the burning sensation caused by the lashing. Though it didn't relive much of the pain Quack was always grateful for any amount pain reduction that she got no mater how small. Squeezing her rectal muscles tight to prevent the butt plug from coming out, Quack squatted and stuffed the potato salad that had drop to the floor into her vagina.

"Cap it!" Barked Frank.

Quack felt the potato salad squish around the huge metal cock as she reinserted it. Being careful not to pin her pussy lips under the rubber strap Quack pulled and stretched the strap until it was hooked back on the front D-ring of the leather belt around her waist. Once again the strap held the fake cock and butt plug in place. Quack flush a deep red from embarrassment as she stood up and saw Beth was staring wide-eyed at her pussy that was dripping potato salad.

Sweetly Robert asked, "Quack! What's this? Piss water? Maybe Sweet Cheeks here wants it." Robert vigorously shook the bottle of champagne, aimed it at Beth and removed the wire holding in the bung. With a gentle push from his thumb the bung pop out of the bottle and smacked Beth in the face. Following the bung was a stream of the expensive champagne that first splashed into Beth's face then her breasts as Robert reaimed the squirting bottle. When it stopped spraying he got up and poured the remaining champagne over Beth's head. When the bottle was empty Robert coated the bottom of the bottle with super glue. Then he jammed it bottom first into Steve's mouth and jacked it around. Every one in the room could here the shattered bones of Steve's jaw crack and pop. Robert then pulled Beth's head back, pried her mouth open and peered into the gaping mouth.

Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack!

After receiving four smacks across her rump Beth closed her mouth straiten her head and stepped out with her left foot then her right. Once more Beth's clitoris took the strain of towing the wheelchair by her husband's testis on another trip around her home as champagne dripped to the floor from her body.

Robert grabbed the weights hanging from Quacks breasts as he sweetly said, "Quack you best find me and Frank something to drink. Pronto! (Robert violently shook Quack's breasts from side to side.) Or I'll hang you up by these!"

When Robert dropped the weights fasten to her breasts, Quack scurried to the living room where there was a small wet bar. She returned to the dining room with two bottles of Jack Denial's whiskey, two shot glasses and a small bucket of ice. After setting the items on the table and receiving a nod from Frank, she drop to wide spread knees and clasped her hands behind her hear. She knelt there with her breast jutting out while the two men ate and drank. Ever now and then one of the two men would spit a mouthful of whiskey into her face. Beth and Steve passed behind her several times while the Andersons enjoyed the tortured couples food and drink.

Beth was approaching the dining room table again when she herded the phone ring. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at the phone on the end table by the couch that separated the dining area from the living room. Beth wasn't expecting any calls. In fact all of her and Steve's friends and family knew that on Steve's last night before he set sail the couple were not to be disturbed never the less her hopes sore as the phone rang. It rang three times then stopped. Beth look at the inert little phone that held a possibility of rescue as the third ring died out. Precisely one minute later she nearly climbed out of her skin when the phone started to ring again. This time it rang twice then fell silent. It was anguishing. Who would be playing with the phone like that? She stared and stared desperately at the sleek little object. Forty-five seconds later it rang for a third time. Beth's heart raced as the phone reached its fifth ring she watched Robert pass her and go to the phone. Her sprites plummeted when, on the ninth ring he picked it up and said one word in a neutral voice, "Lathe!" then he sat the phone back in its cradle.

Beth trembled with pure fear when Robert Stop next to her. She began to breathe heavily through her noses while Robert ran his hand through her champagne, drenched hair as he spoke sweetly to her.

"Sweet Cheeks' that was your lover. He was calling to see of hubby here has left yet. He said that he just couldn't wait to cream in your pussy. So I told him you couldn't wait either to come right on over, and you'll fuck him even if hubby is still here. So he is on his way over."

Robert stopped stroking her hair, gave her a brotherly peck on her cheek and headed for the dining room table. Beth let out a deep sigh of relieve, through her flaring nostrils as she watch Robert walk away. Though it was total fabrication, about her having a rendezvous with a secret lover, Beth looked back over her shoulder at her husband with pleading eyes. The only thing she got back from the face that had a champagne bottle sticking out of it was a set of steely eyes that were glaring filled with soul killing loathing and hatred. Beth snapped her head forward at the sound of Robert's sweet voice.