Susan had been switching from one elbow to the other waiting for an empty container to be lowered to her. She had been afraid to move away from the spot where she was filling the containers. The only time she did move away was when the collar around her neck and the sludge she was laying in blasted electricity into her. She didn't know how long she thrashed around in the muck. She did know that she nearly drowned during the painful experience. But after the searing current ended she struggled back up on her left elbow next to the full container dangling from the open hatchway.

Now someone had slammed the hatch closed and turned off the floodlights plunging her in total darkness. Susan let out a deep sigh and wallowed through the sludge of human waste to the sloping side of the tank and laid on her back with her chin just above the liquid line. With her hands that were still shackled to the collar around her neck, she walked her designer gown up behind her head and used it as a pillow. Susan lay there staring into the pitch-blackness until she drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

After Mary return from the stern she stood outside of Elizabeth's stateroom, her hand poised on the door handle. She was about to enter the only space onboard the Scorpion that she had never entered. She had been in every other space, from the bulges to the bridge. She had even been hung by her feet from the mast and dragged under water across the bottom of the boat. But she nor had any other of her fellow captives ever been pass this door. As far as she knew only Elizabeth had ever been inside. Al's daughter was the only person she ever seen enter the stateroom. Slowly Mary opened the door and stepped in.

The stateroom was huge. It was bigger then Al, Frank and Robert's combined staterooms. A thick plush purple carpet covered the deck. In the center of the stateroom was a king size, circular bed, which had purple satin sheets and a thick, purple velvet spread. Around the bed were six wrought iron columns, with a series of chains and pulleys. The entire overhead was covered with mirrors. The bulkheads had a series of mirror panels. In between the panels were color printouts from the security cameras of every person the Andersons had abducted, in torturous, hideous, painful positions. There was a monitor displaying Al fucking his daughter in his favorite hole.

His humongous hard fuck-rod was pounding in and out of the tiny little rectum. Mary looked in the direction that the angle of the view was displaying and saw the camera that was used to film the incestuous act. In one of the corners was a crystal clear chamber pot, sitting atop a brass stand; witch denied the user any privacy as they went about their business. In the opposite corner was an equally clear bathtub filled with water that was sending little wisp of steam rising from it. Next to the tub was a small white cabinet. In the corner to the left of the door was a rack that held numerous whips, paddles, canes and other objects design for inflecting pain. To the right with its mirror doors wide open was a wardrobe filled with sexy outfits. Some of them she recognized as her own.

After scanning the room Mary closed the door behind her and looked back at the bed. Al had said that she could sleep here so with hesitant, cautious steps she moved towards the purple bed. As she climbed up on it the picture on the monitor switch from the incestuous ass reaming to a live shot of her climbing on to the bed.

"Bitch your filthy! Get off that bed!" Al's voice boomed from the doorway.

Mary scrambled off the bed and not knowing what to do she stood on wide spread legs, clasping her hands behind her head, jutted her breasts out and shook them, and while rotating her hips she pooched her pussy out. She watched Al walk over to the rack of punishment implements and pick up a wooden paddle, then walk over to her.

"Bend over and hold your toes."

No sooner than Mary complied with Al's command that the paddle slammed into her already battered rump.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Mary held her cries in check as the paddle blaze across her ass cheeks. Though her legs were wobbling, Mary remained in position as Al laid another six powerful blows with the paddle across her rump.

"Strip and resume your position!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Mary's left breast bounced up and down from the blows of the paddle across it. Tears swelled up behind Mary's eyes. Then streamed out as Al smacked her right breast with the paddle. After hitting Mary with the paddle two dozen times Al sat on the bed and cooed.

"You are never to get in to bed with out first using the potty then taking a bath first. Now stay in your position, waddle over to the potty. Don't sit! Squat! And let's see some whizzing and pooping."

Mary felt totally humiliated as she squatted over the crystal chamber pot with piss and brown watery shit streaming out of her, as Al watch. When the two streams stopped Mary looked around for some toilet paper when she herd Al chuckling.

"Hands and lick!"

Mary groaned as she wiped the golden residue from her pussy with her left hand. Then brought the piss coated hand up to her mouth and begin licking the piss off it. As Mary licked her piss-covered left hand, she wiped her ass crack with her right hand. After wiping her bottom and licking her hands clean of piss and shit, Mary headed for the bathtub.

"PHEW-U! Your not going to leave that stinky stuff in there, are you?" Al asked, giggling.

Mary stopped heading for the bathtub and turn towards Al, "No, Al My Lord and Master, I'm not going to leave my stinky piss and shit in the potty." Mary waddled back to the crystal chamber pot. Knowing Al and his brothers perverted desires Mary bent over and thrust her head into the crystal chamber pot and sucked her piss and shit back into her body. Once Mary had licked the crystal chamber pot clean she waddled over to the tub. She was half way expecting Al to torment her some more, but when he didn't say anything further she got into the tub and sat down. She cringed when Al got up off the bed, and sat on the edge of the tub.

Al opened the door to the cabinet next to the tub and took a washcloth and a new bar of soap. Al sunk the cloth into the bath water and lathered up the cloth. Once the cloth had a good head of lather, he started scrubbing Mary's back. After her back was squeaky clean, Al scrubbed the nape of her neck, the front of the neck, and down to the collarbone. He moved down her chest, slowly with little swirls.

Al relathered the washcloth, making sure it was good and soapy, then he worked the soapy cloth over and around Mary's large, full breasts, down her rib cage, across her tummy, to the water line.

Mary couldn't believe how nice Al was treating her. Al burly hands worked over her body with the gentleness that she had never experience from him or his brothers before.

"Stand." Al cooed.

Once standing Al lathered up her pussy, washing off the lipstick off her. Gently he cleaned the inside of her cunt, ran the wash cloth between her legs through the crack between her meaty ass cheeks, and the meaty cheek themselves and lastly her long lean legs.

After Mary's entire body was lathered up, Al dropped the washcloth and with both hands kneaded Mary's battered and bruised body. Like a masseur, Al coddled and cajoled Mary's tortured and abused body.

"Sit," Al cooed, as he pulled the drain plug at the bottom of the tub.

As the dirty soapy water drained from the tub, Al rinsed the lather off Mary with one of those pulsing hand held showerheads, with soothing warm water. Once Al had rinsed the soapy water off her body he wetted down her hair. Al then lathered up her hair and scrubbed it. Though it was only a regular bar of soap instead of a protein rich shampoo, this was the first time in three months that Mary had had her hair thoroughly cleaned. Al repluged the tub after her hair was rinsed. Al filled the tub with very warm water and added some scented bath oil beads under the flowing water faucet. When the tub was full Al secured the water and stood up. He headed for the wardrobe.

Mary let out a long deep sigh, as she slid down into the warm soothing water. She watched him take out an article of clothing and lay it on the bed.

"When you're done with your bath, put that on. Then the time is yours to do what you want, until you are told else wise." Cooed Al then left; as the door closed Mary herd a loud click, which let her know that she was locked into the stateroom.

The water was warm and the bath oil added to it was very soothing. As Mary leaned back into the warm water she practically melted away. The oils soothed her bruised and battered body. It had been so long since she had just soaked relaxing in a bath. It had been the day of her wedding, prior to slipping into her wedding gown. That had been three hellish long torturous months ago.

Startlingly Mary quickly sat up and scrambled out if the tub. Beads of water glistened off her trembling form as she stared at the water in the tub. The fragrance! The fragrance of the bath oil; its.its the same."NO! It can't be!" but the fragrance was unmistakable. It was the same bath-oil that she had soaked in the day of her wedding. With water dripping off her, Mary stared at the tub, trembling. She was unaware that she was slowly backing away from the tub that her eyes were locked on, until she bump into the bed.

Mary dropped down on her rump atop the bed, when her knees buckled after bumping into the bed her gaze, still on the tub. Her mind riddled with images of what started out to be the happiest day of her life. Mary's trance like gaze was broken by Al's gruff, barrel roll laughter. She shifted her wide-open eyes from the tub to the door where Al was standing with videotape in hand.

"Done with your bath already?" Al giggled. "Then we best get dressed, hadn't we?" Al cooed, as he moved towards the cabinet next to the tub. He picked up one of the towels and dunked one end of the towel into the tub.

Mary twisted around on the bed and looked down at the article of clothing that Al had laid on the bed. "Dear God, NO! NO, NO, NOOOOO!" Mary wailed as she slid off the bed and on to the carpeted deck.

"What's wrong, don't we want to get dress?" Al stood over the sobbing teen grinning, with wet towel in hand. "OH! I see what our problem is. We're still wet from our bath."

Mary's dolefulness, sobbing gasps, turned to ones of anguishing howls, as Al snapped the wet end of the towel across her wet, skin.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"There now, were all dried. So lets get dress now. Or do we need to be dried a tad more?"

Mary shuddered violently as she got to her feet. Slowly her trembling left hand reached out for the pale blue article of clothing. Tears streamed down her eyes as she slipped into soft satiny material. She sobbed sorrowfully as she reached behind her back and pulled the zipper up on the bodice from her wedding gown.

Weeping Mary stood in front of Al dressed only the top part, of her wedding gown. The flowing skirt of the gown and been removed and the bodice itself had been modified so that Mary's breasts stuck through. May wished for the millionth time that she could just shrivel up and die. But as with all of her previous prays before, this one was also ignored by whatever deity ruled the universe, as Al ran his burly hands over her bodice and played with her exposed tits.

"Now don't we feel better, now that we're dressed?

Through teary eyes Mary saw Al standing before her. His grinning face mocked her anguish. Choking back her sobbing, "Yes, Al My Lord and Master, I feel much better now that I am dress."

Mary automatically spread her legs when Al's roaming hands slid over her pussy. As Al gently patted Mary's pussy with one hand, while the other hand lightly tugged on the tube of lipstick that was still dangling from her clit.

"Now that we're all dressed up isn't it time we get dolled up?" Giggled Al, as he slammed with all his might his open hand into Mary's pussy and brutally yanked her clit down.

Mary dropped to her knees as horrible pain roared through her groin. "Yes, Al My Lord and Master, I need to get dolled up," Mary gasped, as she struggled back to her feet on wide spread legs. She pulled the base of the lipstick from its top; Mary applied the bright red lipstick to her pussy's lips and mound.

"Now that we're dressed and dolled up, just what are we going to do? Hmmm? Oh, I know we can watch movies!" Al giggled, as he walked over to video player and exchange tapes.

"BED! TUSH HI!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Mary howled and scurried to the bed as the wet towel bit into her cunt. She position herself in the center of the large bed in a servitude manor with her knees spread wide, face pushed into the mattress, her heinie pushed up hi and her pussy pooched out.

Mary felt Al climb up on the bed behind her. Before he entered her Mary knew which hole he was aiming for. She had lost count of the number of times that Al had sodomized her rectum. But she much more preferred the position she was in now then being hooked up to the helm, where Al usually ass-fucked her.

Al hooked his index finger into the corner of Mary's mouth and jerked her head around until it faced the television. "SHOWTIME!" Al bellowed, as he reamed Mary's shitter. "Knowing how much bitches enjoy a steamy love story, so I think you'll just love tonight's movie." Al giggled at his pun.

As Al reamed her ass she watched the movie. Mary wanted to close her eyes. She wanted to bury her face into the mattress. She did not want to watch what unfolding before her eyes from the television screen.

It opened with her wedding ceremony. Which Robert, was filming. At the time she thought he was the professional photographer that she and Mike had hired. After the wedding ceremony, there was a shot of Mike hog-tied and gagged on the hotel's bed than a panning view of the hotel suite which stopped on the bathroom door which Al was standing next to. Behind the closed bathroom door, Mary's slinky, sexy voice sang out sweetly. "Ready to ravish an honest women, big boy?" When the bathroom door open Mary's lovely, youthful curvy body was outline form the light of the bathroom shining through the flowing nightgown. Then a close-up of her face showed first eager, happiness, which milted into bewilderment, then stark terror. The shot pulled back to include both Al and Mary. Al extended his arm and fired a stun gun into Mary's side. Then several scenes of Mike and Mary, Mary and the other captives being sexually tortured, and Mary, the other captives performing a wide range of sex acts with each other, Elizabeth and the Anderson brothers. The move ended with the rapped shifting scenes of the dock, Mike's bound and gagged, hanging over the port side of the Scorpion like a finder and Mary rigged to her helm position maneuvering the vessel to the dock. The last scene was of Mike's body being crushed between the wooden pillars of the dock and the steel hull of the Scorpion.

Mary cried uncontrollably, hysterically. Though she had no control over her actions on the bridge and she had no idea when her newlywed husband had been used as a bumper, Mary felt responsible for his death. She had murdered her own dearly beloved. Tears streamed from her eyes to be soaked up by the thick purple spread. Mary's mind was on the very edge of snapping.

She was completely oblivious of Al firing a second load of his jism deep into her shitter. Nor his withdraw from her ass or the insertion of a mammoth butt-plug, which trap the two loads of Al's jism in her poop-shoot. Nor did she notice Al rewind the tape and set the player on continuous playback loop, then leave, locking the hatch behind him.

Mary remained in her knelling position, with her ass thrust up hi, tears streaming from her eyes. She stared glassy eyed at the monitor play and play and play the horrid tape of her wedding, abduction, rapes, torture and the crushing to death of her just wedded husband in a never ending loop.

Mary didn't know how long she had stared at the monitor, but a cat-of-nine-tales belaboring her rump caused her to shift her gaze from the death of her husband to Frank's squat form.

"Nice ass but I want that hot little mouth of yours," Frank chuckled as he plopped down on the bed next to Mary.

The zoned teen shifted her body over and locked her lips around Frank's fat stock. Without being really aware of what she was doing Mary bobbed her head up and down on Frank stiff pole. She licked and sucked on it, as the sounds from the tape speared through her ears.

"Enjoying the movie? Albert spent hours upon hours putting it together just for your enjoyment."

Frank's words reverberated around Mary's head but they made no sense to the teen as she performed her fellation on Frank's stiff stock. Even after Frank shot his wad down her gullet Mary continue to bob, suck and lick as Frank drifted off to sleep. For hours Mary serviced Franks flaccid cock as he snoozed. Mary didn't even stop bobbing, sucking, and licking the fat male member, when Robert crawled up into bed behind her and rammed his long thin cock into her pussy.

Robert's brutal reaming rocked Mary back and forth, which woke up Frank.

"Morning Helm," Frank giggled. "Thirsty?" Before Mary even had a chance to respond her mouth was filled with bitter tasting piss. Mary gulped down mouthful after mouthful of Frank's piss.

"Ahhhh! That butt-plug makes that nasty twat of yours nice and tight." Robert moaned as he fired his load of spunk into Mary's cunt. "I know that you would love that nasty twat of yours to be filled to the brim with spunk." Stated Robert, as he pulled his still hard rod out of Mary.

Whack! Whack!

The force of the simultaneous blows, from Robert's open palmed hands across Mary's twin meaty ass cheeks caused the teen to drop her high thrust heinie to drop down on her heels.

"But you have work to do," stated Robert, as he hooked his index finger through Mary's clit ring. He dragged the teen across the bed, down to the carpeted deck.

Like an automaton Mary carried out the orders that Robert gave her. First she hooked another gallon container of gruel, which had extra laxative to Elizabeth. Then she released Betty so she could fix the Anderson brothers, their breakfast. Next she took Marsha down. Along with the Anderson brothers, she used Marsha as a toilet. After Marsha had a stomach full piss and shit, Mary set up Marsha with cleaning materials, and started her cleaning the mess deck. Then Mary rigged Bonnie, Lori, Gloria, and Helen back up as wheebles and sent them racing around the aft deck and mess deck. Next Mary went down to the engine room and rigged Steve to the hoist and super glued Beth's hands to her breast. Once Beth was forced up on her toes by the pulling on her pussy lips and Steve's balls Beth proceeded to pump the bilge. Next Edna; with her father still bunging her ass was stationed aft by the open sewage hatch, so Susan could practice filling containers with piss and shit. And finally Mary brought Al's wife and daughter to the mess deck.

While Al and his brothers sucked goat milk from his wife's breast, his daughter was being force-fed human remains gruel. Elizabeth's gruel had so much laxative added to it that Elizabeth was ejecting watery shit from her ass almost as fast as she swallowed the gruel. The shit that shot out of Elizabeth ass, flowed through a vinyl tube to her mother' gullet. The entire Anderson family was having there stomachs filled. The brothers had steak and fries with goat milk. The daughter was gulping down dog food mixed with human remains lace with laxatives. And the wife's tummy was being filled by her daughter's shit.

After breakfast Robert reglued the throttle up his sister-in-law's shitter. Then he grabbed the base of the throttle sticking out of his sister-in-law's ass and jerked it up until she was on her toes. Then march her out to the aft deck, with the rest of the sex toys and his brothers following. The sex slaves wobbling on there rumps joined the group. With the exception of Susan who was in the sewage tank and Steve and Beth who were in the engine room all aboard the Scorpion were huddled around Robert, Elizabeth and Linda who were under the ships main hoist.

Elizabeth was sitting on the deck with her young legs spread wide while her mother hooked a spreader bar to her ankles, while Robert and Frank attached lines to there niece's wrist cuffs. Then her mother hooked the spreader bar to the hoist and lifted Elizabeth up off the deck.

Once her daughter was hoisted up, Al coaxed his wife to lie directly under his daughter facing up. Frank and Robert threaded Elizabeth's two cuff lines through eyebolts in the deck, then through their sister-in-laws nipple rings. The lines were pull tight until Elizabeth arms and Linda's breasts were stretched taunt. Next Linda's thumbs were secured to her clit ring.

For the next two hours Al, his brothers and the sex-slaves beat Elizabeth. As Elizabeth thrashed about and pulled and strained her hands in a vain attempt to protect herself from the lashing of her young body, Linda's breasts were jerked wide apart. And if Linda tried to move her hands she would jerk her own clit. Shit slid down Linda's gullet as it squirted from her daughter's bowels throughout the beating.

Linda felt as if her breast had been ripped from her chest. She laid writhing in agony under her daughter who was involuntary twitching from the savage beating. Linda let out a low guttural moan as her husband stepped up onto then sat down on her bloated, shit filled stomach.

"Well darling, now that sweet little Lizzy has paid for today's medical care, shouldn't we get ready for the doctor's visit?" Al giggled, as he yanked his wife's hands, which were still secured to her clit ring via her thumbs. "Spread them!" Barked Al, as he slapped Linda's inner thighs. "Quack get your lard ass over here!" Al snarled.

Gloria, who was trussed up in wheeble mode, waddled on her ass cheeks between Linda's wide spread legs. Al pulled Gloria down and attached her nipple rings to Linda's twat rings. As soon as Gloria's mouth was in range of Linda's pussy, Gloria lanced her tongue through Linda's pussy and applied suction to it.

"Helm, Sweet Pea needs a refill," Al giggled as he patted his daughter's well-whipped tummy.

Like a zombie Mary headed for the food storage reefer to refill Elizabeth's gallon container with gruel, she paused momentary as Al barked out another command.

"Quadruple the laxative," Al barked, as he flick the free-fall lever for the hoist his daughter was hanging from.

Both mother and daughter let out muffled scream as Elizabeth landed atop of her mother. While her uncles released her wrist from her mother's nipple rings, her father removed the spreader-bar and reattached the fifty-pound weights to her ankles. The luxury of free hands didn't last long as her uncles jerked her arms behind her back and tightly wrapped sisal cord around her arms starting at her wrist and spiraling up her arms to her elbows. The sisal cord was wrapped so tight that it bit deep into Elizabeth's skin.

Al yanked his daughter to her feet, while Frank and Robert did the same with his wife.

Linda wasn't allowed to remain standing upright for long. She was bent forward and her breasts rings were clipped to her daughter's, ankle cuffs (Who was standing right behind her.) Then her head was pulled as far back as it could and was secured in position by a cord running from her hair to the throttle sticking out of her ass. Linda's own ankle cuffs were secured together with a six-inch long chain.

When Linda was forced up on to her feet, Gloria screamed into Linda's pussy, as her breasts via Linda's pussy lips lifted her up. Gloria screamed into Linda's pussy again when Al lifted her ass up off the deck by her pussy lip rings and hooked them to Elizabeth's wrist cuffs. Gloria was now slung beneath Al's wife and daughter by her breasts and pussy lips.

Mary exchanged the empty gallon container with one full of gruel that had a huge amount of laxative added to it. Once again Elizabeth was being force-fed the dog food mixed with human remains. Between the nausea that was created from the knowledge of knowing what she was being force fed, the terrible cramps that the laxative created in her guts and the scorching two hour beating she had just received Elizabeth barely had enough energy to remain standing. And when her father hooked Gloria's pussy lips to her tightly bound wrist she nearly collapsed to the deck. But one glance down at Gloria dangling under her mother and herself by breasts and pussy lips, convince Elizabeth to straiten her legs and remain standing. Other then the two hour beatings that made her entire young body feel as if it had been dipped into acid, the most painful thing her present set up bestowed upon her was the pain from the sisal cord tightly binding her arms.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Robert, stooped down in front of his sister-in-law and delivered six hard stinging blows across her face. "I think, I gave you some thing to do before you decided to go beddy-bye last night. Now that you're bright-eyed and bushy-tail, and a tummy full of your daughter's shit, don't you think you should get back to what you were told to do?" Robert snapped, as he slapped Linda's face six more times.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Linda shuffled her shackled feet back and forth as fast as she could. As she shuffled up the port side of the Scorpion heading for the bow six inches at a time, Gloria begin to sway between her legs. Gloria's swing pulled and twisted Linda's pussy lips. Linda grunted and screamed behind the dildo that plugged her mouth that was dumping her daughter's shit down her gullet. Linda screamed even harder as her breasts were pulled and stretched as her daughter started to march behind her.

Gloria also screamed. She screamed into the pussy that was above her face, as she swayed back and forth by her breasts and pussy lips beneath Linda and Elizabeth. Gloria desperately wanted to use her hands to ease the ripping pain shooting through her breasts and pussy lips. But with her wrist secured to her clit Gloria knew that if she tried to use her hand she would cause herself even more pain. So Gloria hung passively between two sets of legs, swing to and fro.

"Helm you are to follow my loving wife and sweet little daughter. Each time Sweet Pea fails to lift her feet completely off the deck by at less eighteen inches you are to swat her heinie eighteen times with this. AL handed Mary a paddle with eighteen finishing nails driven through the paddle so that the little points stuck out the business end of the paddle. To remind her to walk properly let me know later how many time you have to remind Sweet Pea to walk properly."

"Al Yes, My Lord and Master," Mary responded in a dull monotone, then set off after the three women heading up ship.

"You tacky ass walkers put it in gear and follow Helm." Frank snapped.

A chorus of "Yes, Frank My Lord and Master." Ranged out, as the sex-slaves trussed up like whebbles waddled after Mary.

"Fucktoy, have you and Titless got the hang of filling the containers with cocktail yet?"

With fear in her voice Edna answered Al, "Yes, Al My Lord and Master, Titless Wonder and myself, Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy have become proficient in filling the one gallon containers with piss and shit cocktail."

"Just how much cocktail have you practice with," Al asked.

"Al My Lord and Master, I, Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy, and Titless Wonder have filled all ninety-six gallon containers four times and Titless Wonder is just finishing the sixth container for the fifth time. So My Lord and Master, Al, that makes three hundred and ninety gallons of piss and shit cocktail that I, Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy, and Titless Wonder have practice with."

PIGLET! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!" Roared Frank.