A Dolls Foot Ch 16

Chapter 16

WHAT WAS THAT CHINESE SAYING? If rape is inevitable? Not that it was really rape, hadn't they agreed to do whatever with whomever once she set foot on the ship? There was something pressing at her lips, another cock. One at each each end. She had always wanted to try a spit roast, but the closest they had ever come was Rocco in her mouth and Marissa behind her with a dildo.

Lay back and enjoy it. Wasn't that was the advice of the Chinese proverb? Not that she could exactly lay back. She couldn't move at all, except her head. Which she lifted up a little, opening her mouth wide to get her lips all the way to the balls, to feel a not too impressive erection get at least partially into her throat. But the other end was a problem. The poking was not going anywhere. No lube, and she wasn't in the most relaxed mood. What had she been teasing Rachel about, a prick going limp if there was too much resistance? Now it was happening to her, and there was not a lot she could do about it. She couldn't use her hands to give some help, or to spread some of her own lube from her pussy, if there was any. Try to shit, wasn't the advice? But what if she really did? Maybe it would serve him right, get his uniform all messy.

"Do my pussy first." That's what she would have told him, but of course her mouth was gagged. Stupid male, all talk and no action. Shit on him, literally. She actually strained as if she were on the toilet dealing with balky bowels. Much to her surprise, that worked. She could feel him slide in a little, then stiffen up some as he rubbed in and out of the sphincter. Which actually felt very interesting. She had never tried that with a dildo, and Nestor had just pushed all the way in once he got past the initial resistance. Typical male. She wiggled her hips a little in encouragement, and he fell out. Damn.

One good thing about Rocco, he was dependable. Any time they wanted to do a web cast or make a video, he was always ready to go. She found herself wondering what it would like for him to get fucked, what it felt like for a guy to have a dick up his ass. What it would like to watch him being fucked. She watched him fucking Risa all the time, his cock sliding in and out of her

amica's

ass while maybe she was licking on the other side, feeling the bulge of the intrusion. Licking up the little squirts Risa would give at each thrust. Sometimes, although she hated it, Rocco would pull out and press against her lips, daring her to take his smelly cock into her mouth. Or urge her mouth to plunge a tongue into the void opened by his intrusion. With a phone held right there to capture it all, to eek a few more euros out of their depravity.

"Let's switch."

Now that was a good idea. The cock in her mouth was nice and hard, slick with her saliva. It would have no trouble getting up her butt. On the other hand, how messy was the other one, if she really had been able to shit a little, if that was the lube that had made the difference? Maybe it was just as well she couldn't see it.

Don't breathe.

If she held her breath, she wouldn't smell it, wouldn't really taste it.

"Lick it. Clean me off."

It was bitter, like strong coffee, Like Risa, although her

amica

was always careful to be clean, tasting more like soap than anything else. There was a trace of sourness on top of that. Not from her pussy. She realized that he was trying, without much success, to pee into her mouth.

The gall! Oh, now he was going to be the big man, tormenting her. She was tempted to use her teeth, but decided it was a bad idea. At the other end, the other guy got past the first portal without issue, and, typical male, slammed in all the way so his bones were grinding on hers. Okay, she finally had nursed them into some semblance of arousal. It was time to see if she could get to the lay back and enjoy it phase. She pushed her head out as far as she could to get her tongue under the one guy's balls, squirmed her hips to try to get the other cock past her inner portal. She was going to see how many times she could come. Which she did, almost immediately. Fine. Now what? No sign they were anywhere near finishing. Considering how hard it had been to get them started it was going to be a while. It had been a long day. How many times had she come in the back of the van? More or less continuously. There was probably a physical limit to the amount of pleasure her body could generate, one that she was already well past.

She started to do a little calculation, like counting sheep, just to pass the time as the they kept prodding into her. Suppose there were twenty of them, and two girls, and Rocco of course but who was going to want to fuck Rocco? The guy she'd been texting with, the abeed, maybe, just out of spite, and how was she going to watch with the blindfold on? Okay twenty of them so that was ten each, at maybe ten minutes each - less than two hours. Unless they wanted seconds, or thirds. Try out each of the girls. Try out each orifice on each girl. But if they did two at a time, three at a time...

She was starting to doze off when the fucking stopped. Without her detecting a rush of semen at either end. Not a good sign.

"Let's try it the other way?"

They were going to switch again? The cock that had been in her butt was headed for her mouth? The one that had been a lot deeper, and she really hadn't had any time to clean herself up. But instead they were tipping the cart on end, with her head down and her butt hanging off the transverse rod. Almost like a parrot perch, with she had tried once for about a minute. That allowed them to do something like a pile driver on either side of her. Well, double penetration was something she had wanted to try, but not like this. Nothing she could do about it, though. Let them have their fun. Try to enjoy it.bb It was probably going to be like this all night. Her hips was getting really sore from the pressure of the transverse bar when she felt a breeze on her butt, which thankfully seemed to be wet this time. Maybe too wet. Then something cold and metallic. "No! Not there! You can't do that!" But what was going to stop them? The click came, but not the shock.

"Fuck. It shorted out again. Too wet."

"You shouldn't have peed so much in her ass."

"Wanted to get her cleaned up. Give her a nice piss enema."

"Before we got her down to the rec room? What if she starts to dribble in the lobby?"

"We'll have her lick it up. Right, tough girl?" The cold metal again. Another click. This time it worked. The cart went back to horizontal. Good thing, she was getting a headache from hanging upside down.

"Okay, get her rolling. Tell Leon to send up the next one."

The next one? Of course, Rocco and Marissa had been left on the pier. Waiting, for how long? Hard to say. It might have been no more than five minutes. Watching her? Maybe. Horrified? Most likely not. Laughing at her, most likely, although now they knew what they were getting into. Or not. Maybe they were sitting on the little bench inside the shed, wondering what had happened to her.

"Hey honey." The guard leaned down to talk directly into her ear. "Let me give you a piece of advice. The boss didn't pay for you to be a tough girl. You know what I mean? He's paying for you to scream. Let's practice."

It was back to her clit this time and she let out a yelp of pain as the shock hit her. More than just a scream. Piss was squirting out of both sides of her, her piss and the guard's.

"That's better. Maybe we should hose her down before we take her inside."

That was followed by a blast of cold water, then cold air as they went inside the ship. She was starting to shiver by the time the cart stopped again.

"This is the first one."

"Where do they get these girls?" A woman's voice. "How many more?"

"Another girl, and a boy."

"A boy?"

"Their pimp. He wanted to come along. Boss said we all have to fuck him."

"Well, let's see if we can get her cleaned up. Honey, did they pee in your butt?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And you're trying to hold it all in? You know, all that liquid in your butt makes you want to pee too. I'll bet you're about ready to explode. Well, let it go."

"Right here? Onto the floor?"

"The floor drain works as a toilet. We do this all the time." The woman pulled off the skull cap so she could see it. And glance around at the rest of the room - the rec room they had called it, full of bdsm equipment. And cameras, they didn't bother to hide them, cameras everywhere, recording everything. And mirrors, the floor a mirror, the ceiling a mirror, the walls a mirror. One way mirrors, with people behind them watching her humiliation? Most likely.

"Oh.

Dio mio

! Her bladder had been threatening to burst at each bump on the way, but now she'd couldn't get herself to pee. Let alone release the fire eating at her bowels.

"Come on honey. Need some help?" The woman picked up little wand from a rack of prods and probes, and pressed the tip into her urethra. It wasn't like the cattle prod, not a little burst of pain, but a long shock that sent her into convulsions - and emptied her into the drain below. Some of it, the rest of it was spattered on the mirrored floor, or on her body.

"That's better." But it wasn't enough. There were three more rounds, without any attempt at cleanup. Without the cap, her hair was hanging down into the mess.

Then the woman came with a hose and washed it all down the drain. "Tony, you can do her now."

They were going to fuck her? The guy coming her way had something in his hand that was buzzing. A vibrator? Really? What was the point? By now she was looking for more of the cattle prod. But she realized it was an electric razor.

She had left a little patch of hair on her groin, which was the first target of the razor. Then down to where she had already shaved as well as she could in the circumstances, and back to her asshole. Okay, she usually had Marissa do that. Then her armpits. Then her arms, her legs, her back. Her back? She didn't have any hair on her back, did she? Her brother had a hairy back. All of him was hairy, like a teddy bear.

"Get me the shears."

The woman came back with a set of scissors.

"Not my hair!"

That protest was rewarded by another shock from the probe, one that lasted at least ten seconds. And a ball gag. She watched helplessly as her hair fell into the drain. Then the razor was on her skull. All those mirrors. She could see exactly what was happening to her.

Tony was running his hands all over her body, testing how smooth her skin was. Then to test how wet her pussy was.

"You should get the first coat on," the woman said. "They're almost ready with the second girl."

"Okay, okay. Just a sec."

Beatrice could see in the mirror of the floor how he took out his cock, she could see it vanishing into that wetness, just for a moment. One thrust, then another long slow stroke, and she would have come at the next one, but he stopped.

"Got to at least get a feel. Know what I mean?" He left his erection dangling out as he went over to some shelves. "Here honey, put these on." He was slipping a pair of little goggles over her eyes. "Keep your mouth shut." The other hand had a little can of spray paint. A nice bright blue. It took him less than a minute to cover her front and back, tipping the cart up to get a better angle on both sides.

"Okay, that's good for the first coat. Got to let her dry for a few minutes."

At that point two other guards rolled in Marissa.