Betty didn't know how she was going to fix Al's meal trusted up the way she was, but she wasn't about to ask Al, so wobbling on her rump she made her way towards the galley.

Edna looked down into her mother's pleading eyes. "Forgive me mommy," Edna sobbed to herself. With tears streaming down her face, Edna crouched down, turned her mother over onto her stomach, push the gown clear of her mother's ass, coated the bloody throttle with supper glue, then slammed the throttle buck up her mothers bleeding poop-chute.

The mess deck filled with muted moans and grunts that were emitted by the huddle girls as they were hoisted up off the deck. The suspend girls were arrange by Al so that their boobies were all facing outward, then he spun them.

"Titless Wonder as been repaired, Al My Lord and Master." Squeaked Edna, as she stood up.

"Fucktoy, rearrange Galley, so she can prepare my meal. Then take the tube of glue down with you to the engine room. Reattach Bilge Rat paw to her titty, then put them away."

When Edna opened the engine room hatch she was greeted by the agonizing howling of a male's voice. She worked herself and her father down the engine room ladder to find Beth scrubbing the aft engine room bulkhead. As Edna open up the two deck plates to the bilge, where the Lipton's would be place, She glance around the engine room and saw that it was gleaming from the deck plates to a line that was obvious the limit of Beth's reach could get. Even the engines gleamed. Remembering Standing Order Number Seven and the tongue press, Edna stepped up behind Beth and tapped her on the shoulder. When Beth turned around Edna grabbed her free hand squirted super glue into the palm, and then shoved it to the underside of her breast. As Elizabeth had shown her, Edna grasped Beth's dangling clit and pulled her to the open bilge. When Edna lowered the hoist that Steve was hanging from, Beth climb into and laid down in her spot in the bilge without any form of protest. However when Edna lowered her screaming husband into the void next to her, Beth begin pleading.

"Please, he's in so much pain. The peritonitis is killing him. Please ask Robert for some medication. Please ask him to send that doctors down to help him. Please he's in so much pain. Please dear God please, I'll do any thing you ask, just get my husband some help, please."

Edna looked at Steve's horribly discolored, bloated abdomen. Though she felt pity for Steve's predicament, she was not about to place herself in harms way of any of the Anderson brothers by asking for medical aid for him. If she would plead for any medical help it would be for her own farther, not some fool who had with her mother's aid got Robert aboard the Random Access. As she closed and secured the deck plates over the Lipton's, she glanced back at her father. He was staring glassy-eyed into space. He had been in shock ever sense his shattered arms had been stretched taunt when her mother was hoisted up to see why she was stuck in "low gear". "No," thought Edna as she sobbed. "I would ask for help for daddy, if I had the courage to ask for any medical help at all."

When Edna entered the mess deck, she saw Al sitting at the table eating. She also noticed that Gloria and Betty had traded places. Gloria was whipping the huddled, suspended girls with a leather strop. Her mother was directly under the suspended girls, rolling and slithering through pools of piss and shit. Whenever her mother face passed over a wad of shit she would drag her face through it.

"Milk!"

Gloria stopped beating her fellow captives; raced over to Al, thrust her left breast out towards Al. Al slashed Gloria's breast with his own strop then suckled on the inflamed titty. After Al stop sucking on her tit, Gloria rushed back over to the suspended girls and started beating them again.

"Welcome back, Fucktoy. Do you have anything to report?" Al asked as he turned up the volume on the monitor that was locked onto the engine room deck plates where the Lipton's were entombed in. Steve's gurgling howling filled the mess deck.

Edna realized that the entire scene in the engine room had been monitored. She was glad that she had not spoken while she was in the engine room.

"WELL!" Al barked as he lowered the volume.

Nervously Edna responded, "Al My Lord and Master, Bilge Rat would like some medical aid for Piss Ant."

"Fucktoy, come here," cooed Al. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Do I look like the fucking ship's doctor to you?"

Edna rocked back and forth on her feet as Al slapped her face. "No, My Lord and Master, you don't. I'm sorry." Edna sobbed.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "WELL!"

Edna almost fell from the repeated slaps across her face. She turned on unsteady feet towards Gloria, who was still whipping her cocaptives. "Quack Bitch, Bilge Rat would like some medical aid for Piss Ant." Edna stuttered through her sobbing.

"I would love to, Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy but as you can see my schedule appointments are completely full, keeping these sluts nice and toasty, so they won't catch cold." Gloria chirped as she continued to lash the dangling, spinning, huddle of girl flesh.

"Go get your mic, Fucktoy, and bring it here." Giggled Al.

Edna scurried over to the end table at the foot of the couch, picked up the microphone that had been ripped from the Random Access's radio, and then scurried back over to Al. Once in front of Al he shoved her backwards atop of her father. Without being told, Edna spread her legs wide.

Al plunged the microphone deep into Edna's gapping twat, while he seethed a new message for her to broadcast. Then Al dragged Edna back to her feet by the bottles hanging from her titties. As soon as Edna was on her feet and Al had release the bottles, she tucked her cone breasts back into the gowns breasts cups.

"Non stop!"

As loud as she could Edna began to recite the new radio message. "THIS IS THE FUCKING YACHT, RANDOM FUCK. WE ARE IN THE NEED OF A DOCTOR. THERE IS A WHINING FAGGOT ON BOARD WITH A ITSY-BITSY TUMMY ACHE. SO IF THERE IS ANY LAME DOCTORS OUT THERE COME ABOARD THE RANDOM FUCK, AND HELP THE FAGGOT OUT.

ONLY DOCTORS WITH BIG HARD FUCK RODS NEED APPLY. I NEED BIG HARD FUCK RODS FOR MY FUCK HOLES.

THANK YOU AND HOPE TO HAVE A BIG HARD FUCK ROD UP MY NASTY SNATCH VERY SOON."

THIS IS THE FUCKING YACHT, RANDOM FUCK. WE ARE IN THE NEED."

Edna watched Al hooked his thumb to the monitor that still showed a view of the engine room. Flexing her cuntal muscles to keep the microphone buried deep in her cunt, Edna blushed scarlet red as she without stopping her broadcast returned to the engine room.

Beth huddled in fetal position in her section of the bilge listening to her husband howl in hideous agonizing pain. She prayed that the teen that was dragging her father around would ask Robert to let the doctor help her husband. Beth howled in anguish as she heard over her husband's cries the young teenager bellow out her message. "Dear God they're gong to let Steve die. They are not going to help him at all. Dear God please end Steve's suffering. Take him up there with you. Please God Take him. Please!" Sobbed Beth.

It didn't happen her husband continue to howl in agony as the teen droned on.

"AAAARRRRGGGGEEEE!" Beth's own howls rang out as the butt plug up her rear charged her body. She flopped around within her confined space. At the same time there was a loud crash on the deck plates above her. Instead of the droning message a third agonizing howl filled the engine room. When the bone rattling electricity stop slamming into her she heard Al's booming voice.

"RETURN!"

Above her the teen restarted bellowing out the massage for a doctor with a hard fuck rod as she struggled back to her feet, slowly the volume of the teen's bellowing diminished as she made her way out of the engine room. It wasn't until the teen's voice faded out completely that Beth notice that her husband was no longer howling. She stared at the plating that separated the sections of the bilge that she and her husband were in. Was her request to God answered? Did he take Steve to heaven? As she stared intensely at the platting she heard a soft gurgling painful groan from the other side of the plating. Steve was alive. He hadn't been released from purgatory. He just got a small reprieve as he slipped into unconsciousness.

"Fucktoy, Quack bring the exercise cycle in here." Snapped Al as Edna stopped in front of Al. "And I best hear the Mayday message broadcasting nice and loud!"

Edna waddled behind Gloria to the Toybox, bellowing her Mayday radio message in a continuous loop. Though she had performed every lewd, obscene act that she knew about. And many more that she never dreamed of, Edna was still was deeply humiliated as Al and all of the captives listened to her beg for big hard fuck rods to be shoved up her fuck tunnels, over and over.

It was a difficult task to carry out, especially dragging her father behind her from her rear end, but she and Gloria finally got the exercise cycle set up on the mess deck. Once the exercise cycle was sitting on the mess deck, Gloria without being prompted restarted to whip her dangling cocaptives, as Edna stood fidgeting, singing her radio message. Edna watched Al reach under the huddled, suspended girls and dragged her piss and shit covered mother out by the throttle super glued up her ass.

"I was wrong Fucktoy, mommy here can't keep her clothes clean either." Al giggled as he shook Susan in front of Edna's face like an upside-down rattle. "Pew!" Al wrinkled his nose while he twisted his face in a look of disgust and loathing. "Mater of fact she worse then you." Al hung Susan from the overhead in front of the excise cycle.

Al jammed his hand into Edna's cunt and dragged out the microphone. He tied the microphone to Susan's clit with a piece of twine so it hung in front of Susan's mouth.

"Lick!"

Susan darted her tongue out and lapped her daughter's cunt juices and Al's jism from the microphone.

"Fucktoy, what's the toppled wheeble count?" Al asked as he jerked both of her coned breasts out of her gown by the bottles attached to them. "We need to start on there lazy-ass tone-ups." Al chirped, as he yanked Edna's breasts in opposite directions.

Edna stop reciting her radio message, she gasped and stuttered out the totals of the number of times she righted each of her cocaptives during the race and the bowling game. When she got to Helen' count, Edna glanced hatefully at her. "Barbie Doll toppled over six time during the race and fiv."

What was that last count, Fucktoy?" Al growled as he jerked Edna's twin coned breasts strait up.

Edna lurched up on her toes, her entire body shuddering from the ripping pain that shot through her breasts. "Six, My Lord and Master. Barbie Doll toppled over six times during the race."

A sinister grin spread across Al's face. He was all ready going to castigate his little fuck toy for causing Helen to loose the race. He was going to send waves of nerve rattling electricity to course through her body for thirty-five minutes instead of delivering them to Helen. Now he had caught her in a lie. "Funny, I only counted Barbie Doll toppling over three time during the race. Now why is that, Fucktoy?" Al seethed, as he shook Edna back and forth by her breasts.

"I'm sorry, My Lord and Master, I lied. You are right Barbie Doll only fell over three time during the race." Edna sobbed, wishing that she could take back the lie.

"Your damn right you did. It was you're lying and cheating at the butterfly contest, that condemn your family with live sentences as toys. I thought that would have taught you not to lie and cheat. But NOOO it didn't." Al dragged Edna up onto the exercise cycle by her breast and strapped her to it.

"Maybe this will teach you not to lie to me or my brothers." Al snapped the alligator clips to Edna's nipples and clit. "You now have earned every minute that the other toys would have gotten for toppling over including the three extra hours you dreamed up for Barbie Doll" Al plugged the cycle into the ships power supply.

"Please Al I won't do it again. I'll never lie to you or your brothers again. It's just that I was so angry a Barbie Doll that I wasn't thinking strait. Please Al, don't do this to me. Please Al." Edna sobbed hysterically, as hot air blew into her pussy, causing it to make rude farting noises.

"That's three more hours for improper title usage, and another hour for trying to tell me what to do. NOW START PUMPING BITCH!" Snapped Al.

Once Edna had the exercise cycle up to fifteen miles per hour, Al flipped the power switch.

"Refill time Quack," Al chuckled.

Through tear-swollen eyes, Edna watched Gloria stop whipping the flesh of the huddled suspended females, and scurry out of the mess deck. Edna let out a long, deep agonizing groan. She was already dog-tired, and she could feel her energy draining raptly away, as she peddled. Minimally Edna had thirty-seven hours of peddling to perform. She didn't know if Al would make her do the entire thirty-seven hours without a rest period. Edna prayed he wouldn't, but she knew that like her other pleads to her God this one would also go unanswered.

"I can't here your radio massage, bitch!" Bellowed Al as he stepped through the galley / mess deck hatch behind Gloria.

As her breasts and clit were yanked and stretched, while hot air blow dry her pussy, it was reamed by a huge unyielding rubber dildo, and her back was whipped repeatedly then rubbed, Edna sang out at the top of her lungs in raspy, cracking voice her absurd radio massage. Over and over she ask for large hard cocks to fill her fuck tunnels.

Edna expect Al to return to lower the huddled suspended females, and escort them to the Toybox to whip Gloria's breasts, before being put away for the night. However that didn't happen. They were left folded in half, their breast tautly, wrapped around the outsides of their legs, as they dangled from the overhead by there ankles in a huddled group. Her mother, who was bound in the same fashion as the other girls hung suspended upside-down by the throttle super glued up her ass, right in front of the exercise cycle.

Susan was sobbing in agonizing pain as her own weight threatened to rip her guts out through he rectum. Even though she was in immense pain, she continued to lick and sucked on the microphone that had been up her daughter pussy. She watched her daughter's self torture, as she peddled away on the exercise cycle. God! How she wished that she never had let Robert step foot aboard their yacht.

Edna's long, lean legs were burning with agonizing pain. They throbbed and twitched from peddling throughout the long night. Several times she had slowed down below the fifteen miles per hour mark and was rewarded by searing electrical jolts that rattled her tortured body, through the clips on her tits and clit. The powerful jolts convince Edna to continue to torture herself as she frantically kept the exercise cycle above it's fifteen miles per hour mark.

Her purple, coned breasts and clit felt is if they were close to being ripped from her body, each time the mechanical levers jerked the alligator clips that were chewing on her tender flesh. Blood was being flicked in every direction, off her jouncing, swollen titties, caused by the wildly bouncing bottles attached to the fishhooks imbedded in the soft spongy tissue of her breasts.

The dry, rasping, massive rubber dildo plunged in and out of her tattered pussy. The relentless friction was causing the once soft, moist tissue to glaze over. It made her once pristine vagina feel as if it was on fire.

The back of Edna's elegant evening gown hung in tatters off her bloody back. Even when the blood stained lambs wool pad brushed her tenderized backside she winced in agonizing pain.

The rest of the gown was drenched and dripping with sweat, that leached profusely from every pore of her pain riddle body to pool on the deck beneath the cycle.

With a very dry throat that rattled out hoarse, cracking voice, Edna continued to spew her pasquinade radio massage, barely above a guttural whisper.

The only part of Edna's sleek young body that wasn't racked by purgatorial, pain was her poop-chute. "God, I'm so happy to have you up my ass, daddy," thought Edna. She clenched and squeezed the flaccid fuck-rod of her father that was sewn up her shitter.

Edna groaned and shifted her dry, puffy, bloodshot eyes from her dangling mother to the galley / mess deck hatch as the aroma of cooking food wafted through air.

The "exercising" teen watched Al nude form strut from the galley to the mess deck / aft deck hatch. His rock hard, monstrous thirteen-inch long, wrist thick fuck-rod and egg size balls swinging freely.

"God, how I wish that my Lord and Master's hard cock was filling my nasty twat with it's soothing, gooey spunk, instead of the hateful hot air spitting rubber dong.

"Fucktoy, I can't hear you!" Chuckled Al as he stepped through the hatch leading out to the aft deck.

Edna screamed as loud as she could, but her radio message still crackled out of her just above a whisper. That was easily drowned out moments later by leather striking bare skin and the youthful howling of Al's daughter.

Shining through the open hatch, the bright, colorful, Pacific morning sunlight bathing, Edna's sweat drenched body, as she peddled the cycle and sang out her message, as Elizabeth strong agonizing cries reverberated throughout mess deck.

Edna watched Gloria emerge from the galley with three plates of steaming food. After placing the plates on the table she scurried out of hatch leading out to the aft deck. Gloria remade her appearance in the mess deck by flying through the hatchway. She flew about ten feet then thudded and skidded to a stop upon the deck. All three of the Anderson brother filled into the mess deck, laughing hard. As the three sadistic brothers begin eating there breakfast, Gloria scurried to her feet and rearrange Edna's mother and the huddled, suspended girls for a game of "Bitch Bowling". Gloria scampered between her jobs of providing milk for the Andersons to drink, resetting toppled girls on there rumps, and delivering Susan to one of the three brothers, while they ate, drank and bowled.

Twice during the bowling, Edna's mother "broke" and was "fixed" both times by Gloria. The first time the throttle ripped out of Susan's shitter, and while still laying in a heap among the toppled girls, and before the throttle was reglued up her ass, watery shit exploded out Susan's recently unplugged shitter. Bathing the mass of female flesh with shit to the jovial glee of the three brothers.

Swabbing up the last remnants of his breakfast with a biscuit Al barked, "Aft deck BITCHES!" the popped the biscuit into his mouth. "Milk!"

While Al whipped and suckled Gloria's bloated breast, the other two brothers gawked, poked, prodded, and shouted out various promise of torture for all but the first sex slave to reach the aft railing, as the group waddled it's way aft on there rumps.

Finishing his suckling Al slammed his fist into Gloria's gut. As the thirty-three year old medical doctor, gasped for breath Al trussed her up like the other sex-slaves. Gloria waddled on her rump to join her cocaptives as Robert reentered the mess deck.

"Yo, big brother I'm going to get Bilge Rat. I'll be back shortly to give you a hand," Robert stated.

"OK!" Al responded, as he sat a chair in front of the exercise cycle. Al jammed his left pinkie up Edna's right nostril, as he step up on the chair. He jerked her head up and back, "OPEN!" Al fed half of his massive cock down Edna's throat and pissed down her gullet. Al withdrew his dripping cock from the peddling teen's mouth, stepped down off the chair and applied his usage brand. Moseying up to the teen's dangling mother Al cut the line holding her up. Susan yelped as she crashed to the deck, Al grabbed the throttle sticking out of her ass and dragged her to the aft deck.

Edna was left alone to torture herself while she peddled the exercise cycle. Her eyes drifted to the monitor that was still locked on the view of the engine room, where the Lipton's were. She watched Robert drag Steve from the bilge. She could tell by the way Robert was acting as he jabbed his finger-bloated stomach that he was laughing his head off. She watched Robert stuffed a piss and shit cocktail, rubber cock in Steve's mouth and duct tape it in place. Then Robert force Beth to sit on her husband's swollen gut, as he tied pussy lips and balls together. Then the trio moved out of camera's frame. While Edna peddled and watched the monitor, Elizabeth's screams filled the mess deck.

Al and Robert waltzed into the mess deck like two proud roosters. Al unplugged the cycle from the ships power supply then both powerful men dragged the entire exercise cycle along with Edna and her father to the aft deck. They stop dragging the cycle when it was just behind the row of sex-slave toys sitting on their derrieres.

Being unable to be sit on her ass due to the throttle sticking out of it, Edna's mother was laying on her back in front of the other toys. Her pussy lips still had the six fishhooks imbedded in them that supported the twelve pounds of lead weights.

Beth was standing next to the cycle on wide spread legs. Her husband hanged from her pussy lips by his trussed up balls. She was causing her balloon breast to bounce up and down by her hands that were super glued to them.

Steve was laying face down on his bloated stomach with the J-hook dildo still glued up his ass. He was sucking down piss and shit solution.

Elizabeth was hanging upside down with her legs, spread very wide. As she slowly spun around Edna could see that the fourteen-year-olds body was striped from a multitude lashings from leather belts, especially her wide spread pussy and her budding breast nubs.

"Bitch, no one said that you could stop pumping and broadcasting!" Al snapped, as he repluged the cycle to the ship power supply.

Edna gurgled and her sleek young body jerked spasmodically, as electricity slammed into her, through her clipped nipples and clit. Using every once of strength she processed, Edna pushed her left leg down, then her right leg. Left, right, left, right.soon Edna had the cycle backup to the proper speed to cut off the current flow. Edna croaked out her message for big hard fuck rods for her fuck tunnels.

Edna's, droning was easily drowned out by Elizabeth's howling as her father and two uncles lashed her pubescent body. Within short order the sobbing fourteen-year-old was looking like Helen.

"Now Sweet Pea, what was it, you ask Uncle Frank you wanted? Al seethed. "Go on Sweet Pea ask me!"

"Daddy." WHACK! Al struck his daughter's gapping twat hard with his belt. ".please." WHACK! Frank slashed his belt across Elizabeth's budding left titty. ".let." WHACK! Robert laid his belt across the budding right titty. ".mommy." WHACK! Al hit his daughter's twat. ".out." WHACK! Left titty. ".of." WHACK! Right titty. ".the." WHACK! Twat. ".sewage." WHACK! Left titty. ".tank." WHACK! Right titty. ".and." WHACK! Twat. ".let." WHACK! Left titty. ".Quack." WHACK! Right titty. ".examine." WHACK! Twat. ".her." WHACK! Left titty. ".please." WHACK! Right titty. ".daddy." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Al laid three quick brutal blows across his daughter's gapping twat.

"Sure, Sweet Pea, no problem," Al stated. He spun her around and laid into her ass with his belt. While her uncles slipped on heavy work gloves.

Linda was slouching against the sewage tank bulkhead, in total darkness. She had heard the commotion above her for hours now. She knew that someone was being tortured up on deck from the anguishing howling she could hear. The deck plates distorted the painful cries and speech, so she couldn't recognize the owner.

Linda clenched her eyes tight, as a beam of bright sunlight flooded the tank she was in, when the hatch above her opened up. "Elizabeth is that you?"

"Shut the fuck up bitch! Kneel under the hatch!" Roared Frank.

Linda groaned as she struggled to her knees, and position herself under the open hatch. A barb steel cable lassoed her torso just under her breasts. With a sudden jerk the cable tighten around her and she was hoisted out of her home of the last two years. Linda hung above the sewage tank with human waste dripping from her. Her body was a mass of open, pus dripping sores. Leaches adorn her body.

It took several minutes for her eyes that were use to total darkness to adjust to see in the bright Pacific sunlight. When they did, Linda gasped and shuddered at the scene that came into focus before her eyes.

"Albert! Please stop!" Linda cried out.

Without missing a stroke across his daughter's crimson ass, Al chirped with a giddy voice, "Afternoon dear. Our daughter seems to be a little concern about your health. Would you like to see a doctor?"

Straining to control her sobbing, she answered her husband. "Yes, Albert I would like to see a doctor, very much. But please stop beating our daughter. Please!"

"The doctor will se you shortly," Giggled Al, as his two brothers joined him in thrashing his daughter's pubescent body.

Linda swung madly at the end of the cable that held her suspended above the sewage tank, as she screamed. "STOP! Albert, stop it! Stop brutalizing your daughter!"

"I would love to darling, but doctors are expensive Sweet Pea here has volunteer to pay for your medical bills." Snickered Al.

While his brothers continue to beat his daughter, Al turned and faced the assembled toys. "With my lovely wife being a bit under the weather, I'm looking for a volunteer to assume her duties until she is feeling better. So who wants to volunteer for the job."

All of the captives glanced around nervously none of them wanting to be place down into the sewage tank.

"Well I see that all of you are just aching to volunteer." Al giggled, as he walk up and down the row of sex-slaves wobbling on their rumps, lashing them with his belt. "But the one who gets this cushy job needs two special qualifications. First the bitch must love to be constantly covered with piss and shit. And secondly the bitch must be a." Al reached down and grabbed the throttle sticking out of Susan's ass and jerked her up off the deck by it. ".MOMMY!" Al shook Susan like a rattle. "Like this thing!" Al walked over to the sewage tank with Susan. "So I sorry to inform all of you dim witted, trashy, whorish bitches that Titless here has the cushy job." Al dropped Susan into the tank to land with a loud splash.

Three grinning faces of the Anderson brothers watched Susan as she struggled to keep her head above the muck. Bound as she was, Hands cuffed to her collar, her legs bent up her torso and threaded through hollows of her arms and secured behind her head. Her breasts stretched and secured around the outside of her thighs she could only use her head, elbows and torso to squirm up the slanted slope of the tank. The protruding base of the throttle made it impossible for Susan to sit up. So she lay there sloshed over on her side with her neck cranked back to keep her head above the sludge of human waste.

Satisfied that Susan could manage to keep her head above the liquid Al chuckled, "Don't worry Titless your bindings will rot away in a month or so. Then you be as free as a jaybird in your new home. And I'm sure that with your lazy ass soaking in that soothing muck you'll be able to shit that throttle out in no time. But if you happen to drown down there I'm sure your body would make a nice bed for your daughter to lie on when she replaces you. Now have fun in your new home. I'll have some one show you how to do your job later on."

With that said, Susan was plunged into total darkness, as Al slammed the sewage tank hatch closed and dogged it. Susan screamed at the top of her lungs, into the darkness her tears plopping down into the stinking sludge that was a part of her new home. How she wished she were topside being fuck and used by the Anderson brothers, rather then lying in human waste. When her screaming died down, she could still hear the goings on above her, through the steel plates of her new home.

After her husband drop the unknown woman into the sewage tank and secured the hatch, Linda was lowered to the deck until she was resting on her knees. She glanced at the sewage tank's hatch. She was out of that accursed tank and she never wanted to go back into it again. She would never disobey or mouth off to her husband or his brothers ever again. Linda shuddered when her husband bellowed.

"Quack, clean her! Leave the leaches they look cute.

Linda watched one of the strangely bound women brake out of the line and waddled on ass cheeks over to her. No sooner then the bound, woman was next to her the bound woman's tongue lanced out and begin to lick the piss and shit off of her.

"The rest of you bitches start orbiting the aft deck, and keep on doing it until permission to stop is given. If you topple over roll your slutty ass back over here and it will be taken care of." Snapped Al.

Linda watched the rest of the folded, bound woman take off wobbling on their ass cheeks. Linda unconsciously clinched her cuntal muscles, as Robert grasped the dangling clit of the woman who was standing on wide spread legs, jiggling her tits.

"What's the mater Bilge Rat? You think you're to good to join the other bitches?" Robert jerked the clit upward forcing the tit jiggling, woman up on her toes. "I guess you are. Aren't you! Well then you can run, and I do mean run, around the perimeter of the Scorpion." Robert released his grip on the clit in his hand. "Now get them hamhocks pumping."

Linda watched the woman Robert called Bilge Rat, take off running. Linda flex her cuntal muscles once more when she saw Bilge Rat's stretched pussy lips that were tied to a set of nuts, stretch even feather as she dragged the semiconscious male body behind her.

Linda's skin crawled with disgust as it was licked clean by the woman called Quack. She wanted to get away from that abhorrence tongue. But she didn't want to antagonize her husband or either of her brother-in-laws. So Linda remained on her knees totally passive.

As the darting tongue licked her clean, Linda shuddered to the core as she watched the young woman astride the exercise cycle. She couldn't understand why the young woman would be torturing herself by peddling the cycle. And why was she constantly repeating the same vulgar passage over and over?