Once Al had his loaded coffle aboard the Scorpion he guided them down into the cargo hold. After dismounting his steed he secure her reins to an eyebolt embedded in the bulkhead. He dogged the hatch behind him plunging the three captives in total darkness, as they were seal into the cargo hold. Al made his way to the bridge of the Scorpion. The sounds of his daughter moaning in ecstasy, above the slurping and sucking sounds of Mary made Al burst out laughing as he entered the bridge.

At the sound of her father's laughter Elizabeth snapped her head from the radar viewer to the bridge hatchway where her father's massive form stood. Every muscle in her young body tense up as her father walked over to her and Mary's location.

"Sweet Pea what are you suppose to be doing?" Al sternly asked his daughter.

"Captain, I am watching out for approaching ships within fifty miles of the Scorpion. Thus far there have not been any." Elizabeth responded in a tone that betrayed the rapture that her young body was going through, as Mary continue to suck and lick her young pussy.

"Well it seems to me that you are putting more attention into your own pleasure then sincerely watching out for approaching ships?" Al asked sternly as he started to release his daughter from her bondage on the barrel in front of the radar.

Close to tears the young fourteen-year-old responded in a way that she knew her father wanted her to. "You are right Captain I have been ignoring my duty assignment and have been concentrating on my own pleasures. I am very sorry if I have endanger the ship through my negligence."

"What was it that you felt was more important for you to enjoy over the safety of the ship? Al inquired.

Looking up at her father with tearful eyes Elizabeth fazing stated. "My twat, Captain. I was enjoying Helm Bitch licking and sucking my twat and clitty more then safe guarding the ship. I'm very sorry Captain."

Holding his daughter by the chin in his hand he asked softly. "What should we do about your indiscretions?"

"Captain, I think you should whip my twat a dozen times, for my bad behavior." Elizabeth stammered.

"All right then get me the bamboo crop then climb up on the chart table and present yourself." Al stated as he released his daughter's chin.

Al watch in amusement as his daughter got up off the barrel that she has been on for over twelve hours. The top of the barrel and the face that sticking up through the top of the barrel was soaked with his daughter's pussy cream. He watch his daughter walk over to the chart table with her cream drooling down her legs. When Elizabeth bent over to open the bottom drawer to retrieve the bamboo cane Al got a intoxicating view of his daughters blood engorged pussy lips which glistened as droplets of pussy cream clung to the fine peach fuzz cuntal hairs.

After Elizabeth retrieved the bamboo cane from the chart table drawer she delivered it to her father then scrambled back to the chart table. Elizabeth then climbed atop of the chart table laid on her back and spread her legs wide.

"Captain, My twat awaits is its just deserts." Elizabeth stated jubilantly, though she felt just the opposite.

Al walked up between Elizabeth's outstretched legs. Stroking his daughter's sopping wet cunt as he spoke to her sternly. "Sweet Pea, you are to remain still with these sweet legs of yours stretched wide for the entire count. You are to count each stroke and thank me for each. Understand, Sweet Pea?"

Aye, aye Captain, I will remain still with my legs spread wide and count the strokes that are delivered to my twat and thank you for each one." Elizabeth responded with mock gleefulness.

WHACK! Elizabeth shuttered and groaned as her father slash her left pussy lips with the bamboo cane. Though it stung like the dickens Elizabeth knew it was a very mild stroke that her father delivered upon her cuntal flesh. Gulping a lung full of air to help her regain her composure she barked as sweetly as she could. "One! Thank you Captain. May I have another, please?" WHACK! This time the cane struck her right pussy lips with the same force that the first blow was delivered, and using the same inflection Elizabeth barked. "Two! Thank you Captain. May I have another, please?" The pattern repeated itself, a slash with the Bamboo cane to the left pussy lips then to the right for the remaining twelve strokes.

It became harder and harder for Elizabeth to maintain control. She desperately wanted to close her legs and thrust her hands over her cunt to protect it. However she knew if she did, her father would tie her down tightly and repeat the punishment to her cunt. He would triple the strokes, strike harder and come up with additional punishments for her disobedience. So Elizabeth remain as she was and counted off the strokes that her father delivered to her cuntal flesh, thanking him for each blow.

WHACK! As the last stroke fell across her right pussy lips, Elizabeth's once clear loud voice had been reduced to a meek quivering voice that was racked with sobs "Twelve! Thank you Captain. May I have another, please?"

"Sure you can!" Al remarked euphorically as he slash the bamboo cane down dead center on his daughter's gapping cunt with twice the power he had been using on his daughter.

Elizabeth howled like a banshee as the bamboo cane viciously slashed into the center of her cunt the tip of the cane biting the head of her clit. While Elizabeth writhed atop the chart table, she bewailed. "Thirteen! Thank you Captain. May I have another, please?"

Al looked down at his daughter's cunt. Her blood engorged sopping wet pussy lip now glowed, a bright red; her clit was stiff and throbbing. Al clasped his hand over her tender pussy and started kneading it, he giggled. "Not now Sweet Pea, you have things to do, get dress.

When Al took his hand off of her tenderize cuntal flesh Elizabeth slid off the chart table. On wobbly legs she went over to where her rubber panties laid and pick them up. She had one leg in the panties and was about to insert the other leg when her father bellowed at her.

"Sweet Pea! What are you forgetting?"

Sobbing Elizabeth replied. "I forgot to show Helm my twat, Captain."

"That's right Sweet Pea! Now get you ass over here and touch your toes." Growled Al.

Holding her panties up the leg that was inserted in them Elizabeth scurried over to where her dad was. Once in front of her father she turned around, bent over and touched her toes. The panties that she was holding up dropped to the deck around her left ankle as her ass stuck out towards her father.

Al lashed his daughter's derriere hard with the bamboo cane ten times. Five on each cheek then bellowed. "Continue!"

Elizabeth straiten up, stepping out of her panties and scurried over to the barrel that Mary was still in with her head poking out of the top. Straddling the barrel Elizabeth pushed her cane pussy into Mary's face and sang. "See my pussy. See my pussy. My bright red pussy. See how it glows. See how it glows. All nice and bright. I love the way it glows. My bright red pussy. I got my bright red pussy from a sweet, sweet caning. A caning for being a very bad girl. And if I'm bad before I sleep, I wish I may, I wish I might get a much brighter red pussy." Elizabeth pulled her pussy back from Mary's face and turned around.

Once turned she thrust her rump into Mary's face and began singing once again. "See my tushie. See my tushie. My bright red tushie. See how it glows. See how it glows. All nice and bright. I love the way it glows. My bright red tushie. I got my bright red tushie from a sweet, sweet caning. A caning for being a very bad girl. And if I'm bad before I sleep, I wish I may, I wish I might get a brighter red tushie."

After singing to Mary, Elizabeth scurried back over to her rubber panties. She sipped them up her legs until the twin metal dildos bump into her torso. Reaching down and grasping the dildos she lined them up with her two lower fuck holes and inserted them. She then finished pulling the panties up until they were completely on, with the dildos fully imbedded in her cunt and rectum. The hard rubber knobs that lined the inside surface of the tight fitting rubber panties dug painfully into Elizabeth's caned flesh. Then she walked over to the to the charging station. Inserting a fresh power pack into the dildos control pack. The metal dildos roared to live. The one that stuffed her twat sent, a mild electrical charge, that tickler every nerve in her twat including her clit. And the dildo that packed her ass started vibrating. Once finished Elizabeth stood with her hands clasped behind her head with her legs spread wide and waited for her father's next command.

After Elizabeth was finished dressing and replacing the dildos power supply Al walked over to the radar and looked down at the girl whose head was poking out of the barrel. "Yuck! Sweet Pea, get over here and clean this mess you made!" Al roared.

Elizabeth scampered over to the barrel to lap up her pussy cream off the top of the barrel and Mary's face. Elizabeth winced as Al's hands begin kneading her budding breasts through the tight fitting rubber brassiere. The hard rubber knobs that had been painfully pressing into her budding breasts for close to thirteen hours now with her father kneading them, the knobs sent wave after wave of excruciating pain that radiated throughout her budding breasts.

After licking the last of her pussy cream off of Mary's face Al yank his daughter upright by her hair and barked. "Sweet Pea, it seems that Galley Slut is busy helping your Uncle Frank so you'll need to fix your uncles and me something to eat. Make it steaks and fries. Serve your uncles first then bring me mine with a six-pack. You are not to eat anything or even sample the food, unless your uncles offer you some of there food. You are not to ask or beg them for anything; they have to offer it of there own volition. I'll be watching you."

After giving Elizabeth her orders Al propelled her towards the bridge hatch by her hair. She landed in a heap on the deck by the bridge hatch. As she picked her aching body up off the deck she watched her father turn his attention towards Mary who was moaning in sheer agony from cramping muscles and insatiable itching.

Al released the clamps that trapped Mary's wrist that were sticking out from the sides of the barrow. Then he opened the padlock and the hasps that held the top of the barrel that Mary was stuffed in. After popping the two halves of the barrel off he grabbed Mary's ponytails and jerk her out of the barrel by her hair.

Mary howled as she dangled from her hair as her toes desperately sought the deck as Al shook her like a rag doll. Laughing loudly as he bellowed. "We need to shake out those nasty cramp muscles now don't we." Al continued to shake Mary by her hair as he walked to the Scorpion's helm. As he walked he bellowed over Mary's screams. "Sweet Pea! Coffee!"

"Aye! Aye! Captain!" Elizabeth responded. She stepped over to the coffee maker and started a pot brewing.

Al continued to shake her by her hair. The ripping pain etched its way across her scalp Mary screamed and screamed, as she was swung about by Al.

With the coffee brewing Elizabeth stepped through the bridge hatch. As she made her way down the ladder she heard her father's voice over Mary's screams

Setting Mary on the deck Al roared. "Well Helm have you rested enough to get back to work?"

Choking back her heavy sobbing and though she dreaded the thought of being hooked back up to the to the series of lines and pulleys that pulled and stretched her breasts, cunt lips and clit Mary gave a exuberant response to Al's question. "Yes, Captain I have had enough time to rest, and I would very much like to resume my station and get back to work."

Al released his grip on Mary's hair then sat in the captain's chair as he calmly stated. "Very well then prepare yourself for helm duty."

"Aye, aye Captain," Mary responded as she stood behind the Scorpion's helm wheel. After Mary spread her legs wide she reached down and clasped her ankles into the leg irons that were bolted into the deck. With her legs held wide by the leg irons Mary reached down to the left side of the helm wheel and picked up the four lines that hung from a hook by their lanyard clips. Each lanyard clip had a number attach to it. Mary took lanyard clip with the number one on it and clipped it to the ring that was braided into her ponytail on the left side of her head. Clip number two was snapped onto the ring that pierced her left nipple. The lanyard clip number three was hooked to the ring that pierced her left pussy lip. The forth clip was snapped onto the ring that went through her clitoris.

After hooking the four lines to the left side of her body Mary retrieved the four lines hanging on the right side of the helm wheel. She snapped the four lines to their appropriate rings on the right side of her body. After all eight lines were clipped to their designated ring Mary snapped the shackles that were bolted to the helm wheel around her wrists. "Helm manned and ready, Captain." Mary piped with an official sounding tone. Then she brace herself for what she knew what was coming next.

Sitting back in the Captain's chair Al open the left armrest of the chair exposing a row of buttons. With his left index finger Al pushed the first button. A soft whirling noise of electric motors filled the bridge. Mary's twin ponytails were pulled up towards the overhead as the motors took up the slack in the lines that were attached to the rings braided in her hair. As the motors drone on it drew Mary's hair tighter and tighter. Al released the first button when Mary was force up on the tips of her toes.

The whirling of another set of motors filled the bridge as Al pushed the second button down. Mary's breasts were pulled away from each other until they were pulled painfully taunt, before Al lifted his finger off the second button. Al pushed the third button and Mary's pussy lips were pulled taunt. The last button stretched Mary's clit down towards the deck until it also was stretched taunt.

Al closed the panel on the left armrest as he barked. "Quite during the test, Helm! HARD PORT!"

Mary turned the wheel hard to the left, as she did she herd three electric motors whirled to life. They pulled on her stretched left breast and left pussy lip dragging them another two inches further then they were already stretched and her clit was yank two inches further downward. Mary's face contorted with pain but she managed to stifle her screaming.

Al waited a full minute before he issued the command. "AMIDSHIPS!"

Mary gasped with relief as she return the wheel to its center position, the severe tension on her left breast, left pussy lips and clit was eased back to just being stretched taunt.

"HARD STARBOARD"

Mary turned the wheel hard to the right. This time her right breast and pussy lips were grossly pulled to the right while her clit was yanked downward by two inches. Again she suppressed the urge to scream.

After another minute Al gave the command. "AMIDSHIPS!"

Mary sigh as the painfully straining of her flesh on the right side of her body was eased.

"Test throttle! FULL AHEAD!" Was Al's next command.

Mary pushed the Scorpion's engine throttles forward electric motors whirled to life. Squeals escaped from Mary's lips as her toes left the deck, as both ponytails were pulled up four inches and her clit was pulled downward two inches.

Her hair suspended Mary for a minute while her clit tried to pull her back to the deck, before Al barked. "ALL STOP!"

Mary's toes were lowered to the deck just enough to support her weight and her clit was return to its post suspension tautness as she eased the throttles back to its neutral position. Gasping and trembling heavily as beads of sweet rippled down her taunt flesh Mary brace herself for the next command with dread.

Al licked his lips and grinned as he barked. 'FULL ASTERN!"

Mary let out a pitiful squeal as she pulled the throttles back. All of the little electric motors that were attached to Mary begin to whirl simultaneously. Mary toes were lifted off the deck by her hair, her breasts and pussy lips were pulled sideways and her clit was yanked downward. Before the little motor stop whirling Mary began screaming at the top of her lung and continued to scream as Al got up from the captain's chair. He walked over to the chart table and retrieved the bamboo cane that he had used on his daughter's cunt and rump.

Taking up a position just to the right of the screaming teen Al begin to slash Mary's rump with the cane, as he growled. "When I say shut the fuck-up, I mean shut the fuck-up! I'm going to beat your heinie until you do.

Mary struggled desperately to control her screaming, but it was over thirty brutal, welt rising strokes of the cane across her rump before Al was satisfied with her progress and stopped beating her with the bamboo cane. Hanging by her hair Mary held her screaming in check while she stifled her sobbing.

Mary's hair roots, breasts, pussy lips, clit and her inflamed ass all sent horrific, nerve-racking pain to her mind. Each demanded immediate attention but the pain signal from her clit screamed its way through her clouded mind the loudest. Mary wanted to appease her tortured body parts; her hand even trembled on the smooth polish metal of the throttles in anticipation of returning the Scorpion's engine throttles to their neutral position. But Mary knew that if the engine throttles found its way to the neutral position before Al gave his permission, the pain her body was going through would seem like a picnic in comparison to pain Al would inflicted upon her young body. So Mary's mind had to disappoint the tortured parts of her body and tell the trembling hand grasping the throttle to standby.

After Al slashed Mary's rump with the bamboo cane he returned it to the drawer in the chart table. Then he checked the radar for any other ships in the area. Satisfied that there were no other ships with in fifty miles of the Scorpion and the Random Access, Al meandered over to coffeepot and drew a cup of coffee from the urn. Settling back into the captain's chair Al took several sips of coffee from his mug. Smacking his lips as he admired the view that hung painfully before him. Calmly he commanded. "ALL STOP!"

Mary's shaking hand push the throttles back to their neutral position. The motors whirled and Mary found herself on her toes once again as her grossly stretched body parts were returned to their taunt state. Mary's hair roots, rump, breasts, pussy lips, and clit still ached, but they were no longer screaming. She stood on her toes panting with rivers of sweat streamed down her body waiting for Al's next command.

Satisfied that the rigging that Mary was fix to was working properly Al settled back in the captain's chair and continue to drink his coffee as he watch the teen in front of him. He briefly glance at his daughter in the monitor then reaffix his eyes back on Mary's sweat glistening nude form. He sat the coffee cup down and got up from the chair. His monstrous thirteen-inch long wrist thick blood engorged cock swung freely as he approached the stretched out teen.

In the galley Elizabeth was cooking two T-bone steaks that were two inches thick and a bag of French fries for her uncles. Another steak sat on a plate next to the griddle for her father. Her body shuddered as yet another orgasm was teased from her seething pubescent sex box by the consent electrical zaps from the artificial replication of a male phallus that was stuffing her cunt.

Sense leaving the bridge her young body had been wrack with four orgasms. Between wearing the dildos earlier in the day and Mary's thirteen hours of licking and sucking, Elizabeth had climaxed over fifty times today alone and before she would be aloud to go to sleep she would have many more orgasms that would explode, wracking her young body. Her father and uncles went through great pains to make sure that their captives' vaginal areas remained dry. They treated her vaginal area completely opposite. Her sex box was kept constantly sopping with pussy cream. When she was not being fuck by her father or uncles, the artificial metallic phallus electrical fingers or one of the captives. (Normally it was Mary, as she sat on the barrel looking for hours on end into the radar screen.) .were teasing the cream out of her, Whichever method was use Elizabeth's sex box was always dripping with cream. Elizabeth was kept as her Uncle Robert, like to call "Hot to trot!"

Elizabeth sighed as she turned the steaks over and shook the fries; she longed to have a normal fourteen-year-old life. Elizabeth wished that she were sitting in class at school being bored with the rest of her classmates by a extremely dull teacher waiting for the last bell to ring so she could take off for the mall with her friends. But it was not to be. Her life of normalcy flew out the window when her father's massive thirteen-inch phallus ripped into her eleven year old virginal vagina for the first time, after he had return from that trip to San Francisco to avenge her Uncle Robert. How she hated Helen Marsh and her seven friends, forever changing her father and uncles.

Then after her mother caught her father, her two uncles and herself enthralled in an orgy even the pretense of normalcy vanished as her mother and herself was dragged aboard the Scorpion.

"Dear God! Mommy! I needs to talk to daddy about mommy."

Elizabeth knew that her father and uncles had fucked her more times in three short years then a five-dollar whore has during a lifetime of selling herself. She could never have a normal life again. No sweet sixteen, coming out party, no prom night, no first love, no collage parties, no marriage, no children. Twice the seed one of the three men in her sexual life sparked life to bloom with in her and twice it had been quashed. Elizabeth would never have any of those normal things.

She had grown use to having all three of her holes repeatedly fucked by her father and uncles. And though the damnable rubber suit with its hard rubber knobs that chewed at her young nerves that she wore was painful, it was bearable. The constant teasing of the fake phallus that coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her or the licking and sucking that kept her sex box "HOT TO TROT!" And when she was beaten they were never as bad as the other captives. None of these things led to a life of normalcy. A snotty rich bitch and her seven friends ruined her entire life. God; how she hated Helen Marsh.

Elizabeth cried openly, her tears sizzled as they hit the hot surface of the griddle that she was cooking her uncles' steaks on. The only thing that the young fourteen year old girl once known as Elizabeth Alice Anderson, but who was now only known as Sweet Pea daddy's little sex muffin, had to look forward to was to fulfilling her father's and uncle's bizarre sexual gratification's.

Aboard the Random Access Edna was sobbing heavily as darkness descended upon the two vessels casting eerie shadows. Her shoulder joints were screaming for release, as she hung from her wrist and her father weight try to pull her down. Edna watched Frank towing Galley Slut behind him from the galley to the Scorpion. Like the other three captives that Al led Galley Slut's box was filled with stuff, all of which came from the supply lockers and the galley.

The loud slapping of leather on flesh drew Edna's teary eyes towards the yacht's starboard bridge wing. She watched Robert drive his Barbie Doll down the bridge ladder with his belt. As the couple reached the yacht's main deck Edna watch Robert continue to slash Barbie Doll's body with his belt driving her towards the Scorpion. Edna notice that every squire inch of Barbie Doll's body except for her face was a deep purple and welts were crisscrossing her body. The box that hung from Barbie Doll's breasts and pussy lips was also filled to the brim with stuff from the bridge. As before every fifth step Robert pause his whipping long enough to kick the tool pouch that hung from Barbie Doll's clit, then he resumed his slashing with his belt. Edna watched the two disappear as the yacht's skiff obscure her view of them, as they boarded the Scorpion, but she still could hear that belt striking Barbie Doll's skin.

Edna's mouth started to water and her stomach begin to growl as she got a whiff of cooking meat. Though she had suck nearly two gallons of goat's milk from Gloria's mammary glands like a baby. (Which barley replaced the fluids that she had lost through sweating and vomiting.) .and God knows how much jism and piss she had suck down her gullet the tortured teen had not had anything to eat since yesterdays bon voyage dinner in Honolulu. She had skipped breakfast and opted to drinking just a glass of orange juice. A decision she now regretted. Now after the most strenuous day of activity that she has ever performed in her young life she was starving.

Edna looked over her shoulder and towards Gloria who was still working diligently on the unconscious form of her mother. Choking back her crying she squeaked cautiously. "Quack.Gloria, are they going to feed us soon?"

"I don't think so Edna." Gloria responded.

"But Gloria they are cooking over there, I can smell it. They must be getting ready to feed us." Whined Edna.

Gloria looked up at the hanging eighteen-year-old teen. Knowing that this young girl had never had to go for an extended length of time with out food. Mournfully Gloria informed the teen. "I'm sorry honey but the food you are smelling is not for us. It is for the AL and his brothers only."

"But, Gloria! When do we eat? They do feed us. You haven't starved to death! So they do feed us." The teen started crying again.

"Yes honey, your right they don't let us starve to death. They want us to live so they can continue to enjoy torturing us. They will keep you hungry all the time though. At very irregular times they will feed you a sixteen-ounce bottle of gruel. It consists of cereal filler and some type of raw meat. It taste awful, but it's the only thing that we are given to eat. The milk that you sucked from my breasts may be the last good tasting thing you ever receive again. Except for male spunk and pussy cream if you can develop a taste for it. You'll get plenty of both. Even the water you drink is disgusting. It's soapy wastewater that is left over from dish washing and bath water. And you best get use to eating shit and drinking piss, for they are on your menu too.

Gone are your days, of three-square-meals a day and fine meals. When will the feed us I don't know. They won't let you starve you to death, but you will wish you would die a thousand times over." Edna let her head fall forward and begin to sob heavily, while Gloria continued to treat her mother.

Aboard the Scorpion the girls in the cargo hold also smelled the cooking meat, as Frank and Robert empty their boxes and stow the stuff. The fragrance of the cooking meat started their mouths to water and there empty stomachs to rumble also. But unlike Edna they knew they were not going to get feed any time soon. After all they had just been feed this morning. Though the meal they had eaten was neither filling nor lasting, they knew they were never feed twice in the same day or even in two days in a row. But that did not stop them from dreaming that the wonderful smell of cooking food wasn't a banquet meant for them.

Elizabeth entered the cargo hold carrying a tray contain two six packs of ice cold beer and two plates that held the T-bone steaks and a mound of steaming French-fries smothered with ketchup, for Frank and Robert. The hungry captive girls could not control their drooling, or the rumbling that their stomachs made. Edna sat the tray up between her uncles and the chain of girls. Frank and Robert pulled up two empty crates and begun to enjoy there delicious meal in front of the hungry, salivating girls with rumbling tummies.

After taking several bites of the steak and a mouth full of fries Frank washed it down with a swig of ice-cold beer. Smacking his lips He spoke to his niece. "Very tasty, Sweet Pea. The T-bone is cook just right. It's a rosy pink on the inside and charred on the outside. It's nice, juicy and tender.

Now go fix your daddy's meal. When you take it to him bring a zip-lock bag with you. When daddy is finished eating put the bone, the scraps, and the juices into the bag then come back here for ours. We are going to give Piglet a treat."

Elizabeth wasn't sure which one of the new captives Frank was calling "Piglet" but she knew as the other girls in the cargo hold knew what the treat was. With sorrow in her heart and a orgasm rippling through her young cunt yet again, Elizabeth return to the galley to fix her father's meal, leaving her uncles who were tormenting the hungry captives, as they enjoying there meal in front of them

With mirth in his voice Robert chirped. "Aw, Frank will you look at that! Barbie Doll and her toys look a tad hungry if you don't mind I would like to give each of them some nourishment. OK?"

"Go right a head little brother I don't mind it at all." Chuckled Frank.

Robert got up and with a piece of fat in his hand that was dripping stake juices, went over to the captives Robert wiped each set of dry parched lips with the dripping piece of fat. After smearing the meat juices across their lips he stood in front of Helen and sneered. "You, you stuck up bitch gets something extra then your toys!" With that Robert punched Barbie Doll squarely in the nose. Blood rushed down her nose to mix with the meat juice that was smeared across her lips. Sitting back down he barked. "Lick, Bitches!"

Four tongues darted out of four mouths and licked eight lips. At the same time Gumby who no longer had a tongue to lick with sucked on her lips. All in the cargo hold knew that the brief taste of the steak juice would increased the hunger pains of the five hungry girls ten fold. After a brief bout of laughter, both brothers dug into their meals.

Elizabeth delivered her father's dinner to him and informing him of her Uncle Frank's wishes. Elizabeth then checked the radarscope for ships in the area. After announcing that the area was clear she change the battery pack in her dildo control box.

"Sweet Pea, start her up!" Al commanded

Elizabeth stood next to Mary and grasped the throttle. Opening the throttles to their start positions caused Mary's toes to be lifted up off the deck by her hair and her clit to be pulled downward. Elizabeth then pushed the engine start buttons. As the engines came to life Elizabeth pulled the throttle back to the neutral position. Which allowed Mary to return to standing on her toes with her clit stretched taunt.

"Blow the pipe!" Roared Al.

Elizabeth Dropped to her knees and scurried over between her father's legs and begun sucking and licking his massive thirteen inch phallus as he ate his T-bone, fries and guzzle down beer.