Warning! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime, and the penalty is many years in prison. Anyone who commits rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right so long as no one is hurt.
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These stories are pure fantasy from my vivid imagination.
If you can’t understand that I would rather you go elsewhere for your titivation and gratifications.
In real life all Women should be treated with our utmost Respect, Care and Love. They are not the weakest sex.
They are all our Wives, Mothers, Sisters, Daughters, lovers and Angels.
Never mistreat or abuse them, Ever.
Model Holiday
by
Doghead_2000
(MM+/FF+, Rape, Sodomy, Slavery)
Part One
The sun was beating down on the luxury yacht's deck as it moved leisurely across the smooth surface of the tropical Caribbean waters. The six girls on board were taking a well-earned break from their modelling assignments to relax as a group, on the rented boat. A couple of the girls had years of experience in sailing, so the group had forgone the option of hiring a crew to turn the trip into a sort of working adventure holiday. The break from ogling men would also go a long way to making the trip a more relaxing and enjoyable experience.
Most of the girls had all known each other for years, often working together on assignments, or pairing up in hotel rooms or digs together. They had all leapt at the chance of this all girls together trip, when Caroline, the girl at the helm, came up with the idea. It had taken months of planning for all the girls to be available at the same time and to organize the hire of the yacht for the three-week trip.
Caroline was the oldest of the group, a sort of group mother figure, at the mature age of twenty-seven. She was the one with the most knowledge of how to handle boats of this size including use of the Radio, Radar and Navigation etc. She was at the helm wheel keeping them on course. Dressed in a bright red bikini top and a pair of tight, cut down denim jeans as hot pants, her supple attractive body was shown off to perfection. Her short-cropped auburn hair was partially covered with a blue baseball cap with the logo "The Captain is always right" on it, in gold letters.
The other five girls were lazing about on the forward deck, either sunbathing or reading books in the shade of the deck’s half awning. Susan was the other girl with boating experience, thanks to her father's passion for the sea. She was a bit of a mechanic in her own right, playing around as she did as a young girl on her dad's boat engines. These days though she rarely played as a grease monkey, as her career in modelling didn't go to well with broken fingernails and grease stains. For this trip though she was taking responsibility for keeping the yacht in good working order. As she sat relaxing in a deckchair with a romantic novel in her hand, the engines were the last things on her mind. Aged twenty-four, the bright yellow bikini outfit that she wore, just about covered her more intimate parts setting off her shapely tanned body. An old-fashioned straw hat with a floppy wide brim to help keep the strong suns glare from her blue eyes topped her shoulder length blonde hair.
Sitting next to Susan was the youngest member of the group. Christine, at only nineteen, had only been modelling for about a year. However, she had been taken under the wing of Caroline and had soon made friends with all the other girls of the group. This was the first time that she had been away from her family to take a holiday with the other models. Sitting reading a magazine in the shade, her supple black bikini covered young body, and smallish breasts, were partially hidden by the canopies shadow, as were her brown eyes by a fashionable pair of designer sunglasses. Her long black hair, which hung down her back when she moved, was now flowing over the back of the deckchair behind her.
The other three girls were stretch out in the sun on their towels. In the middle of the three was Charlotte, a tall West Indian model. Aged twenty-five, she was the second eldest member of the holiday group. Lying on her stomach between the two other girls, her brilliant white bikini contrasted with the darkness of her chocolate colored skin. The bikini's top half was undone and the straps were stretched out to the sides on her towel, leaving the whole of her back exposed to the elements as far as the strap of her white thong bikini, below which her brown buttock cheeks and thighs were also exposed to the suns glare. Her black hair was made up in an Afro style.
On either side of Charlotte were two blonde girls lying on their backs. Samantha and Nichole were identical twin sisters. Aged twenty-one, the two girls had made a name for themselves in the modelling world because of their much sort after identical looks. The two-green eyed, shoulder length blonde haired girls were exactly alike except for the different colored bikinis that they were wearing. Samantha wore a bright blue bikini with one of the smallest thong bottoms available, where as her sister Nichole was wearing a green bikini with an older fashioned, larger bottom half. Both girls were wearing large fashion sunglasses to protect their eyes from the sun’s brilliant rays.
They had been out of port for two days now and were well away from the main shipping lines of the area. The nearest land was out of sight, at least a hundred miles away from their location. They had stocked up well with provisions and fresh food on a visit to a local market before their departure. They had actually been glad to get away from the small local port town, as a number of the rough looking local fishermen had been overly interested in the visiting girls, ogling them and making crude obscene gestures in their direction. Local law and order seemed to be practically non-existent, so the girls had felt pretty threatened by the attention they were getting. Now out at sea, they once again felt secure in each other's company.
As the sun reached its noonday height, Caroline set the yacht's autopilot to keep them on the planned course, and then went below deck to the galley. Here she set about preparing a meal for the crew. Normally one of the other girls would have done the preparations, but she decided not to disturb them while they were relaxing. She was also glad to get out of the midday heat and into the air-conditioning of the lower decks. The boat would steer itself and out here in the middle of the ocean there was no chance of running aground.
What Caroline hadn't noticed was the tiny shape of a boat trailing them in the distance on the horizon. The fishing vessel had followed them out from the last port and followed them on a parallel course, just outside range of the naked eye. Aboard the vessel were a band of fishermen, come modern day pirates, who had been the ones observing the girls in the port's marketplace. While Caroline was busy below deck, the boat changed its course and started to close the gap between the two vessels, Approaching from the stern, the boat was unobserved by the girls relaxing on the front deck. Although the yacht's radar had become aware of the incoming vessel as a small blip on its screen, it was switched to silent mode, so no audible signal was given out of its approach to the girl's yacht.
Caroline was still in the galley kitchen preparing the midday meal as the fast-moving fishing boat drew up alongside of the yacht's stern and nine heavily armed dark skinned, native men leapt across the gap onto the yacht's aft deck. Three of the men positioned themselves either side of the door to the lower decks, while the others split up and made their way to the front of the yacht, three on each side of the vessel.
The five girls on the fore-deck were totally ignorant of the unwelcome visitors, until shadows fell across their bodies, cutting out the heat of the sun. As they looked up, they were facing into the round black holes of the barrels of automatic weapons. The twins and the girls in the deckchairs stared open mouthed in shock, as one of the men lightly kicked the shapely bottom of the still unaware Charlotte, who looked up and made a desperate grab for her bikini top as she turned over to face the men.
The men indicated with their guns, and fingers to their mouths that the girls should stay quiet. Back at the rear of the yacht one of the three men flicked off the switch on the autopilot and swung the wheel of the helm over, causing the yacht to lurch over to that side. Caroline below, immediately felt the movement and ran back up to the steering position to take control, only to come face to face with the three men and the barrels of their guns. She was marched up to the front of the yacht at gun point by one of the men, while the other two reset the autopilot and went below decks to make a search for anyone else who may be on board.
When all six girls were on the fore-deck, they were made to lie down on their fronts, with their hands behind their backs. Cords were produced and their wrists and ankles were bound. With no one around to hear the girls, they were not gagged, however talking and questions were abruptly cut short by the threatening gestures made by the men's weapons.
The two men below searching the yacht, came back up and joined two more men who were still on the fishing boat. All four then made the two vessels secure, stopping the engines and lashing the boats side by side using old tires to prevent the vessels for banging into each other. When everything was ready, they joined the other seven men on the fore-deck with the bound girls.
All eleven fishermen stood over the females and joined in a heated discussion in their local Caribbean language that the girls couldn't understand, every so often one of them would gesture at one of the girls. Finally, some sort of agreement was reached between them. Two of the fishermen sat down on the deckchairs overlooking the girls, resting their guns across their laps. Four others grabbed hold of Susan and Christine by their shoulders and legs and carried them to the rear deck of the yacht. The remainder of the men followed them.
Young Christine was placed on the deck, in the corner near the stern rail. Susan was placed in the middle of the open deck space on her back and the fishermen, who were ogling at her copper tanned skinned body, surrounded her. Her heaving breasts were barely covered by her small brightly colored yellow bikini top, the mounds of mammary flesh trying to ooze out from under the top and bottom of the material. Her yellow bikini bottoms with their high-sided straps emphasized the length of her long
shapely legs all the way up to her hips. The vee of bright flimsy material formed an arrowhead that pointed down between her two legs in a tempting invitation to explore further. An invitation that was not to be ignored for very long as a couple of the men went down on their knees either side of her.
Susan had remained quiet, as had most of the girls, up until now. Not wanting to cause the heavily armed men to retaliate and hurt them, this changed as the kneeling men started to run their hands all over Susan's exposed body. As rough fingers started to grope her breasts through the material of her bikini top, prodding and pinching at the little points of her nipples showing through the thin yellow material from underneath, Susan started to scream out and beg the men to leave her alone. Tears started to flow from her eyes as she made futile attempts to squirm her bound body away from the inquisitive probing digits.
Other hands then started to press against her skin further down on her belly. These hands started to travel downwards to the yellow material of her bikini bottoms, roughly teasing her pubic area over the material, and then delving down into the tight gap between her clamped thighs, to rub against the heart of her sex through the thin cloth.
As she fought to keep her legs tightly closed, while continuing to beg and whimper for them to stop, she felt a couple of rough callused hands grab hold of her knees. She was unable to stop the powerful hands from pulling her knees upwards and wide apart, even with her ankles still tied. The fingers between her legs glorified in their newfound freedom and vigorously continued to frig her sex through the yellow material.
She was groped in this way for a couple of minutes, all her attempts at resistance and begging was useless with the men who did as they wanted with her body. Their rubbing of her sex, tracing the line of her cunt lips through the thin material protection of her bikini, caused involuntary juices to be released, wetting the crotch of her pants. Then her bikini top was suddenly torn away from her body, exposing the full mounds of her breasts with their pointed pink nipples, to the full gaze of the watching fishermen. She was only exposed completely for a few seconds before the groping hands were back covering her breasts, this time totally unhindered in their manipulations of her skin and nipples.
Fingers started to slip under the hem of the material between her legs at her crutch, feeling for the hidden hot lips of her sex. Thick rough fingers started to rub up and down the outer lips of her still hidden moistening cunt. Then they were prizing the lips apart and delving inside the heated opening that they found there. Susan's screams increased to a shrill wail that could be heard all over the yacht as she was entered roughly in this way. One of the men standing near her head drew his revolver and knelt down. As Susan's opened mouth gaped wide, he placed the short barrel of the revolver inside her mouth. Susan's screams stopped immediately as the barrel brushed against the back of her throat, nearly causing her to gag on the invading metal.
Moments later the yellow material of her bikini bottoms was roughly torn from her body, to expose the fingers of one of the fishermen, buried deep inside her naked shaven pussy. As the fingers continued to grope the insides of her now exposed cunt, unseen hands untied the cords on her ankles. The rough hands on her knees then released their grip as her legs were pulled wide apart by her ankles and held there.
One of the men stood between her spread legs and fumbled with his trouser belt. Releasing his trousers and dropping them to his knees, the man exposed his thick, long, black swollen penis, which stood out in front of him. Dropping to his knees he lent forward as the fingers in the girl’s pussy were withdrawn. Without any preliminaries, he placed the tip of his cock against the entrance to Susan's virgina and slammed himself forwards to bury his cock deep inside her pre-moistened cunt.
Susan would have screamed out at the force of the painful entry into her ravaged pussy, had it not been for the gun already fucking her mouth with its hardened barrel of steel. She could only whimper as the cock buried itself up to the hilt in her cunt and started to rut into her body with a will of its own. Although her body started to automatically respond to the sensations it was receiving, releasing lubrication and buds of nerve endings involuntary swelling, Susan got no pleasure from the forced violent rape of her body, as the rigid cock pounded her insides in seek of release.
It didn't take long for her to feel the invading penis begin to swell even more inside her body, and then it was forced even more painfully inside her, as she felt it start to twitch and spread its fiery spurts of gooey sperm into her body from its head. As the man withdrew his now shrivelling penis from her body, she started to relax, only to be mounted immediately by a second rapist intent on using her body violently for his own release.
While the initial rape of Susan had been going on, young Christine had been ignored in the corner of the deck, she had watched the stripping and rape of her friend in complete silence. This began to change though as some of the men in a heightened frustrated state started to look over in her direction with lust in their eyes.
Four of the men crossed over to her bound form and lifted her up from the deck. She was sat on a long bench seat running along the side of the deck in front of the guard railings. Christine's hands were untied and stretched out sideways along the top of the top rail; her arms were then bound to the rail itself at her wrists and biceps. Her ankles were then untied, lifted and spread out wide on each side of her, they were also tied to the top rail next to her wrists. Poor Christine was now fully exposed to the stare of the men in her gaping open position. Only her skimpy black micro bikini gave her any protection from their burning gazes. Her small girlish breasts were reasonably covered by the small triangles of black material of her top. However, her outer pussy lips were clearly seen gaping out on each side of the narrowest strip of material of her thong style bottoms. A fact that the men were hardly likely to miss, their eyes drawn to the pinkish folds of skin outlined by the black material and the darkly tanned skin of her upper thighs.
The young girl could do nothing as the four men stood in front of her and dropped their trousers to expose their throbbing black cocks, all pointing in the direction of her crutch, like the arrows in a compass pointing to the Magnetic North Pole. Each of the men cupped either their balls or penises and started to stroke their manhood to even greater size.
The men moved forwards towards the girl, their swollen cocks swaying in front of them as they reached out and tore off the two flimsy items of clothing covering her young charms. Christine started to beg for them to stop as they began to grope her now small naked breasts and shaven pussy. As fingers started to brutally squeeze the dark nipples on the tips of her small girlish breasts, thick fingers started to probe into her bare exposed virgina and anus openings. The sudden impaling digits brought tears to her eyes and a scream to her throat.
The dry digits painfully stretched her holes and ground themselves deeply into her intimate parts in a mock fucking action. Her pussy started to respond and lubricate itself under the assault; the juices produced were gathered and forced into her anus opening adding lubrication to this entrance as well. Then one of the men placed his swollen cock against her cunt and mounted her roughly. Pounding his meat into her cunt hole with all his might as far as he could. Christine screamed out aloud as the cock head slammed up violently against her cervix, before pounding in and out of her pussy like a locomotive’s piston under full steam.
As soon as the first swollen black cock had emptied its load of heated sperm into her womb, it withdrew to be replaced by the next rock hard, eager male member waiting to viciously violate her cunt. The violence of the rape had Christine screaming the whole time; she had no respite from the pounding prick until it exploded its delivery of cum into her unwilling body with the final few powerfully deep thrusts.
When the second rapist's cock had been withdrawn, the third man stepped in front of her splayed legs. He slid his swollen penis deep into her cunt, however instead of pounding her pussy with his cock, he slowly pushed it all the way deep inside her and withdrew it again nearly all the way out. He did this about half a dozen times, savouring the feel of the warm sticky interior passageway. His engorged cock swelled even more in size and became as rigid as a rod of iron. Suddenly he withdrew from the girl's pussy and placed the tip of his rampant cock against the girl's anus hole. As the girl begged and screamed, he pushed his penis forwards into the girl's rear passage, its hardness easily forcing the sphincter open and sliding deep inside the girls arsehole.
Christine thought that she was being split apart by the massive hard cock that forced its way deep up into her virgin arsehole. As she screamed and desperately begged for him to stop, the pole of meat slid deeper and deeper into her. She thought that the advancing pole of pain would never stop as it forced its way deep into her bowels. Then the man's scrotum was resting against her butt cheeks and the advancing cock ceased its forward motion. She had no time to relax and get used to the feeling of the
massive swollen cock embedded in her anus, before it started to withdraw and slam forwards again. The man pounded her painfully stretched rectal passage walls in a violent fucking of her arse, until eventually she felt him shoot his hot cum deep into her bowels.
When the sodomy of her arse was finished and the man withdrew his cock from inside her anus, the fourth man mounted her pussy hole and pounded it until he shot his cum deep inside to join the semen of the other men who had already raped the crying, whimpering girl.
The men raping Susan on the deck had also just about finished with her body for now, so both girls were re-bound like before, with their hands and ankles bound together. One at a time the two girls were carried over to the fishing boat alongside. After cautiously transferring the girls across the moving gap between the vessels, the girls were thrown down through a hatch into a dark and damp rope locker beneath the forward deck. Their fall was broken by the layer of ropes and foul-smelling fishing nets that were piled up thickly all over the floor of the locker. Both girls were sobbing as the hatch above them closed to leave them surrounded by total darkness.
Once the two girls were secured below the deck of the fishing vessel, the men returned to the forward deck of the yacht. Two of them changed places with the pair already there on guard, and settled themselves down in the deckchairs to relax and keep watch.
The rest of the men grabbed hold of the two identical twin sisters, Samantha and Nichole. The two terrified twins had heard the screams of Susan and Caroline, but did not know what they had been through, or even what their fate had been, the fishing boat was out of view of the girl's position on the floor of the forward deck. The twins were lifted and carried to the rear of the yacht. As they were carried away from the forward deck, Nichole's terror got the better of her and she lost control of her bladder, releasing a stream of yellow urine that darkened the green of her bikini bottoms between her legs and left a trail of wet across the shiny wooden deck floor.
On reaching the rear deck, the two girls were stood upright under the edge of the large sun awning. Their arms were untied and retied above their heads to the awning's solid support poles, their feet just resting on the deck at full stretch. The twins were now displayed about four feet apart. Their tied raised arms forcing their large breasts to strain against the material of their bikini tops as their chests were forced outwards and upwards. Their shoulder length blonde hair framing their identical faces, fascinated the gaping fishermen. The only differences between the two girls were Samantha's bright blue modern bikini with a thong, and Nichole's more old-fashioned bright green bikini, with its spreading darker patch of pee around her crutch area.
One of the men stepped forwards and tore off Samantha's blue top, which allowed her breasts to fall out of the constraining material, fascinated eyes of the men watched as her unfettered breasts bounced on her chest. Enjoying the sight, the man now reached out and lifted her breasts in his hands, taking note of their weight as he jiggled them around. He threw them upwards and let go again, to make them bounce up and down even more when released them. He did this again a couple of times, much to the amusement of the other men, before stepping in front of Nichole.
Taking hold of the front of her green top, he also tore this from her body; again, the men watched an identical size and shaped pair of breasts bouncing on a girl's chest as they were released. Going through the ritual of lifting her breasts and throwing them up to see them bounce a few times as the rest of the men laughed and pointed at the girl’s discomfort.
The man turned towards those watching the game and said something to them that the girls could not understand, Others were urging him on or making suggestions, that had all the men laughing and shrieking encouragement. Suddenly he turned back towards Nichole and took a step backwards. Before the poor girl realised, the man had swung the flat of his hand around in a wide arc, which struck her right breast with such stunning force that it lifted her breast and sent a sharp painful message up to her brain. Nichole's initial high-pitched scream at the agony in her breast was not allowed to die down before another painful slap struck her across her left breast. The vicious slaps kept raining blows on the bouncing breasts, whose flesh quivered and shook with each connecting blow, first the left and then the right, as the girl continued to howl out in agony at the pain caused to her tender chest puppies.
Finally, the agony was allowed to subside as the blows ceased. The man now moved over to stand in front of the terrified Samantha. As the man swung back his hand to swing the first slap to her own breasts, she took all her weight on her raised tied hands and attempted to swing her tied ankles forward at the man to stop him. A futile gesture that backfired on her badly, the man easily sidestepped her swinging legs and changed his open-handed slap into a full fist, which powered into her right breast. The girl's scream of agony was horrendous. The blow was immediately followed up with another powerful punch to the center of her left breast, and then another to the centre of her bare stomach. Samantha's scream turned into a painful gasping for breath as the wind was knocked out of her. She was given a few seconds to recover from the vicious blows, all thought of trying to retaliate now completely disappeared from her mind as she groaned at the pain to her stomach and tits. Then the game recommenced where it was left off, with the man swinging open handed slaps to the whimpering girl's two breasts alternately. Each of her tender milk sacks bounced and shook as it received half a dozen powerful open-handed slaps before the game was over.
As the man stepped back into the group of watchers, another fisherman stepped forward and stood in front of the whimpering Samantha. Reaching for her flimsy blue bikini thong bottoms, he tore them off to expose her completely shaved pussy to the outside world. Stepping in front of Nichole he also tore off her pee stained green bikini bottoms, to also show her matching shaved pussy. With their clothes removed, the girls would have been exactly alike, had it not been for a small tattoo worn on each of the girl's pubic areas, inside what would normally have been their natural
pubic hair line. The tattooed words SAM and NIC, a souvenir from the girl's joint and inebriated decision not to steal each other's boyfriends using their identical looks, a few years back.
Walking around to the back of the two girls, the man studied the backs of their shapely legs, taut from having to stand on the balls of their feet and their curved shapely buttocks. Pulling his hand back he let fly with a slap to one of Nichole's buttock cheeks, the crack of flesh meeting flesh resounded in the air, as the girl once more let out a pained yelp, as she tried to push her body forwards away from the stinging pain in her derriere. Slap after slap met her shrieks, as each buttock was the recipient of the attention of the descending hand in turn.
Another man moved in behind Samantha and started to rain slaps on each of her two buttock cheeks in turn as well. The watching men enjoying the effects of the slaps as the girls jerked forwards to escape the stinging blows, which made their large heavy breasts bounce with each new contact.
Eventually tiring of this game, the men untied the girl's hands from the awning pole and dragged them over to the safety rail around the edge of the deck. Bending each of the girls forward over the top of the rails, they tied their bound wrists to the bottom rail. Next the girl’s ankles were untied and their legs stretched open wide and also tied to the bottom rails, as far apart as possible, leaving their spread open pussies and arse's sticking up in the air at the men's mercy.
One by one, the men moved forward and laid their own slaps on the girls exposed buttocks, turning their defenseless cheeks cherry red as the blows brought the blood to the surface. Then one of the men picked up a length of the cord that they used to bind the girls. As the others watched he laid the end across Samantha's arse, using it like a whip, the girl's shrieks brought smiles to the watchers’ lips as he again brought it down on her cheeks. Then he dropped the aim to strike the cord across the top of the girl's thighs. After a couple of blows he changed the cords direction, sending its stinging strike directly upwards between the girls legs to draw pain from her exposed cunt lips.
He then handed the cord to another man who set about attacking Nichol's presented buttocks, thighs and cunt with the cord. Each of the men took it in turns to lay into the girl's exposed flesh with the cord, until each man had had a go with both girls, whose arses were now lined with a pattern of blue and red streaks.
One of the men then mounted each of the girl's pussies, ramming their large black swollen cocks deep into the girl's abused cunts, grunting as they came too quick but violent orgasms inside the girl’s bodies. Their places were immediately taken by the next man in line who would bury his engorged cock into either the girl’s exposed cunts or anuses, rutting into the girl's bodies and treating them like animals, a receptacle just for their own lustful satisfaction.
Eventually the men's orgy of lust was quenched and the twins were released from the railings, only to be re-bound as before with cords around their ankles and wrists and then carried over to the fishing boat and thrown into the dark rope locker to join Susan and Christine.
Two of the fishermen then headed to the front of the yacht to collect the guards and the last pair of girls, Caroline and Charlotte. As the girls were being carried to the rear of the yacht, Charlotte's still unfastened white bikini top fell to the ground, so she arrived on the rear deck in just her white bikini bottoms. Her large unfettered breasts
swinging from side to side underneath her, as she was carried along face downwards.
Both girls were forced to kneel down on the deck in front of the men with their hands and feet still tied behind them. Charlotte's naked dark-skinned breasts stood out in front of her, glistening in sweat from the hot Caribbean sun. One of the men grabbed hold of Caroline's red bikini top and tore it away from her chest, to also expose her firm lightly tanned breasts to the watching men.
Two of the men stood in front of the girls and opened the flies of their soiled working clothes. Two thick black cocks were flopped out of the trousers in front of the girl's faces. As the evil smelling male penises closed in on them, each of the girls felt the cold steel barrel of a revolver press against the back of her head, and heard the loud click of a hammer being pulled back on the weapon and locked into place. It was painfully obvious that any resistance to what was going to happen, or any retaliation by them against the men, would trigger the oblivion caused by hot lead entering their brains. Both girls opened their mouths in silent response to the approaching penises.
The smell of the foul penises, that had already raped and sodomised some of the girls was horrible, this along with the unwashed smell of the fishermen's bodies and clothes, nearly caused both girls to gag as the head of the cocks probed the entrances to their mouths. Pushing past their lips, the girls were forced to use their tongues to lick the slime and mess off of the probing cocks, which grew in size in their mouths at the oral sensations. When hard enough, the cocks started to fuck their mouths, going deeper and deeper in towards the back of the girl's throats. The girls had to quell the automatic response of gagging as the cock-heads brushed against the back of their throats, and breath through their noses as the thick black penises blocked their windpipes.
Rough hands grabbed the sides of the girl's heads as their owners started to forcibly deep throat the girls with their penises. In and out of the girl’s mouths went the swollen black cocks. Caroline and Charlotte gasped to draw in life saving air each time that a cock was pulled back, only to slam back into their throat’s seconds later. Finally, each of the girls felt the signs of the swollen cocks beginning to twitch as a prelude to their orgasm. Their windpipes were blocked as the cocks slammed down their throats and were held there. Fiery male seed was pumped down their throats into their bellies as the cock's owners shook and savored the effects of the male orgasm.
The girls gasped for breath, as the now shrinking penises were withdrawn from their mouths by the men, the respite didn't last long though as fresh cocks were forced into their mouths to start the process all over again. All eleven fishermen used one of the girl's throats to bury their seed. Charlotte was able to finally relax a bit as the last man energetically fucked into poor Caroline's throat. However, while the men were waiting for the last man to finish with Caroline's mouth, they forced Charlotte's head forward and down onto the deck in front of her, leaving her arse stuck up in the air. She then felt her white bikini bottoms being torn roughly from her body.
The men pulled the top of her thighs and arse cheeks apart to expose the bright pink inner lips of her virgina, which stood out in contrast to her dark West Indian skin and the nearly black circle of skin around the entrance to her arse hole. The man orally fucking Caroline had now shot his load down into her throat and she was dragged over, still on her knees behind Charlotte. The older white girl's head was pushed forward and down into the colored girl’s arse, she was forced to use her tongue on Charlotte's pussy and arse ring. Men kept reaching forwards and pushing her head hard against the other girl's intimate female parts, forcing her tongue deep into the other girl's cunt. Her nose was forced into the girl’s anus opening by the pressure exerted to the back of her head. Again, she was forced to gasp for breath whenever the pressure on her head was slackened.
Charlotte, not exactly unfamiliar to the odd lesbian fling with one of the other girls of her profession, was actually getting turned on and her body responded to the oral manipulations of her sex organs by the white girl. Her internal juices began to flow as her clitoris swelled and sort for stimulation from Caroline's moving tongue. She started to grind her rear backwards into the white girl’s face, seeking some sort of release from the sexual tension that was building up inside her loins. Her release was cruelly taken away from her as one of the men grabbed Caroline's cropped auburn hair and dragged her head backwards away from the colored girl's pussy.
Caroline was flung down onto the deck and a couple of the men started to drag her cut off denim hot pants down her legs to her ankles, where they were cut away from her using very sharp fishing knives. Her red bikini bottoms were unceremoniously ripped away from her body to leave her naked on the deck. While the white girl was being stripped of her remaining garments, the naked Charlotte was flipped over to lie on her back on the deck of the boat.
Caroline was carried over to the coloured girl and forced to kneel with one knee on each side of the coloured girl's shoulders, her crutch was forced down into the face of the colored girl, who needed no invitation to start lapping at the presented pussy with her tongue. While the girls were engaged in this position of lesbian embrace, Caroline was pushed forward to lie across the dark-skinned girls body, She was expecting to have her head pushed down once more into her friends pussy. However, the push never came, instead she felt the head of one of the men's cocks start to press against the tight virgin entrance to her anus.
Caroline screamed out, as the sphincter of her anus was agonizingly forced open by the man's cock, which sank into her rear passage, burying itself up to the hilt in her rectum. As she screamed out at the pain in her rear, the colored girl watched the cruel impalement from between her legs as she lapped the juices from the girls moistening cunt.
The sight of her friend being butt fucked only inches from her face as she orally manipulated her with her lips and tongue, was a big turn on to the dark skinned girl, the struggles of the impaled girl were being transmitted down though her own tender breasts, increasing the pleasure she was starting to feel traveling through her own body. Then she felt her own ankles being untied and spread wide apart by unseen hands. Rough hands grabbed her around her hips and raised her arse off the deck. Then she felt the enormous cock slam deep into her lubricated pussy. The effect was almost instantaneous as her body shook in the throes of a violent orgasm. The orgasm peaked over and over again as the swollen cock hammered into her gaping soaking pussy, seeking a release of its own. The whole time Charlotte continued her own manipulations of her friend Caroline's own pussy, which was now soaking wet and pouring its own juices into her mouth, which were lapped up and drank with pure relish.
When the two men had fired their seed and finished, two more men took their places, ramming their cocks into the colored girl’s pussy and the white girls painfully stretched arse. Once these two had pumped their semen inside the girl's bodies, the girls were pulled apart and their positions reversed. Caroline was forced to lie on her back on the deck and lick the cum dripping cunt of the dark skinned girl's pussy, kneeling astride her head.
Although an anal virgin herself, Charlotte, in her sexually heightened state, welcomed the painful entry of the first thick black cock as it rammed itself up into her bowels. She built herself up into a sexual frenzy as she rode both this cock and her friends face at the same time. Poor Caroline had to fight for breath as she was being used at both ends, her struggles to breath taking precedence over the big cock that was viciously slamming into the abused cunt, between her now spread legs.
Finally, those men that wanted to use the two girls had satisfied their urges, at least for the time being, and the two girls once again had their ankles bound together. Like the other females, they were carried over to fishing boat and thrown down into the rope locker below the deck. The wooden hatch cover was closed and bolted behind them, leaving all six girls sobbing in the pitch-blackness of the damp smelly hold.
The men then ransacked the yacht, taking anything valuable with a resale value, or useful to themselves, such as jewellery and electrical equipment, provisions and booze, and transferred their findings back to the fishing boat where it was stored below deck. When the yacht had been stripped of anything useful, most of the men returned to the fishing boat. Two men remained on board and punched holes into the bottom of the crafts hull with fire axes, before joining the other men on the fishing boat. The yacht was then untied and cast adrift from the fishing boat, which started its engines and moved off to stand watch from a few hundred yards away.
As the luxury yacht slowly sunk down lower in the water, the men sat around drinking beer from bottles as they watched. Laughing and joking about what fun they had taken with the captive girls and discussing the fun that they were going to have with them over the next four days, until they reached their final destination. A cheer rang out from the watching men as the bow of the yacht suddenly lifted into the air and she slipped silently below the waves into the deep bottomless waters of the Caribbean.
The fishing boat turned away from the now empty piece of sea and headed out away from the direction they had come, across the empty waters for their per-arranged rendezvous.* * * * * * * * * *
(To Be Continued)
