Lois stood beneath the thin stream of lukewarm salt water that dribbled from the shower of Junior Allen's cabin cruiser, gingerly soaping herself. She was still hung over from the previous night's extended use by Junior, Fancha and Junior's visitor, Sven. She carefully scoured the dried come from her face, then began to wash between her slender, shapely buttocks.
As the soap touched her soft anal bud she winced; last night she had been penetrated there by both men at the same time, and while she was accustomed to being used there regularly, her rectum still gaped open slightly; she could feel, or imagined, a trickle of semen dripping down from it. Her mouth hurt from the deep throating she had been obliged to deliver, while her bottom, lower back and thighs smarted under the water spray. A series of pink lines decorated her delicate flesh.
"Get out of there! We're going on a trip today! Do you need Fancha to hurry you up?" Junior's hoarse voice broke her reverie.
"Move your ass, white bitch! Don't make me come and get you!" Fancha's strident tones joined in.
Hastily - for neither of the callers meant any less than they threatened - Lois rinsed the soap off and stumbled out of the shower, quickly toweling the wettest areas. Seeing her captors glaring impatiently, she assumed the position; standing submissively, quite naked, eyes downcast, before them. Perhaps she could avoid the punishment that always threatened. Seldom did a day pass without her committing offences; insufficient ardor, sloppy housekeeping, or simply being there. There was only one penalty: corporal punishment of greater or lesser severity.
Her bottom was intimately acquainted with Fancha's whip, paddle and canes; there were few evenings when she was not commanded to bend over, or (on occasions of greater transgressions) handcuffed to a high beam and beaten skillfully and mercilessly. These occasions were invariably followed by her being obliged to receive Junior in her mouth or ass; after which Fancha would demand Lois' attentions to her own dusky orifices.
Occasionally Lois would wonder dully what had happened to that elegant, affluent, East Coast junior miss who had been so popular at the country club. Despite her ill use, she remained a lovely young woman; with beautiful skin, slender limbs, small but shapely breasts, deep lustrous eyes, white teeth and a very appealing bottom. This last feature no doubt explained the constant use and abuse to which her behind was subjected by the two fiends who had kidnapped, and daily defiled, her sweet person.
Junior's preference was to fuck her ass; he clearly enjoyed degrading the "society miss.", and would plough her deeply as she sobbed, squealed and occasionally begged for mercy under him. She had had to learn to clean him afterwards with her lips and tongue afterwards; a repulsive mixture of come, lubricant and the residue of her bowels. She reflected that she had had to admit him to her rectum what must be several dozen times; swallowing perhaps a gallon of his semen.
"Get your things." Wondering at this development - she had spent what must have been several weeks confined in the cruiser - Lois began to collect her pitiful belongings; a couple of shirts, a little makeup. "Pretty yourself up. I need you looking your best."
"Can I whup her one more time, Junior? I won't mark her too bad."
Junior considered. "No. She has to look good. I guess she can eat your pussy one more time, though." He turned to Lois. "Kneel down and do what she wants." Fancha, smiling evilly, perched on the edge of the bunk and pulled her shift up to her waist,. She spread her folded legs apart, revealing plump, shaved labia that glistened within, muscular thighs parted to the limit.
"Get over here, bitch." Lois kneeled in front of the Haitian girl and dabbed her tongue at Fancha's wet slit. Fancha seized her little ears and pulled her face forward. Lois began steadily licking and sucking the flesh that pressed against her, as Fancha began to writhe and curse. She ground her pussy against Lois' soft lips; the latter quickened her attentions, sucked on her erect, throbbing clitoris, flicking the base with her tongue, alternating with a deep licking of the Haitian's cunt from top to bottom. Fancha came noisily and copiously, smearing her juices on the white girl's sweet face and pulling her hair viciously..
Junior was aroused, his thick, rather short cock erect and sticking straight out, veins standing outlined, the uncircumcised tip with a drop of fluid welling out. He took Lois by the hair and presented his cock to her mouth. She opened her lips and took him in, and began to run her tongue from base to tip, cupping his balls with one hand and circling the engorged flesh with the other. She gazed obediently up at him as she lasciviously sucked him, making the small muffled sounds he enjoyed. Junior thrust forward as far as he could go, and Lois stifled her gag reflex as he entered her throat. She intensified the sounds that seemed to combine pleasure with pain, now circling the base of his cock with two circles of slender figures as her throat gripped him,.bringing him to a long, spurting orgasm in just a few moments. The warm come splashed the back of her throat and she swallowed obediently. Licking every last trace of him clean, she rose unsteadily and went to wash her face.
Fortunately there was apparently no time to spare for additional activities, although Lois saw Fancha look longingly at the metal instrument that fitted over her captive's teeth and could be adjusted to hold her mouth open. It was Fancha's pleasure to place the device in Lois' mouth as she lay on her back, then squat over her and urinate into her mouth, gripping Lois' nose tightly closed so that she was necessarily compelled to swallow the acrid fluid as she struggled to breathe. Usually this precipitated a coughing fit; and Lois hated it more than all but the most severe whipping.
But Fancha was not to accompany them. Instead, Lois' hands were tied behind her with a leather thong, and wearing only a loose cotton shift, otherwise barefoot and naked, she was hustled out to Junior's old truck. She was ordered to kneel on the truck floor, but could just see out the cracked window. This was her first outing in months, and she looked around avidly as they drove at the overgrown Florida wild. They were deep in the country. Junior drove for some miles before pulling up by a large, new boat moored by itself at a well appointed dock. An elegant white pillared mansion stood on a verdant slope behind it.
Cursing and threatening her - "I need money bad, cunt, and you better get it for me" - she was hauled up the ramp, where a silent man led them into a cabin furnished with beautiful woods and furniture; blessedly cool. Junior's boat was usually suffocatingly hot. They stood awkwardly in the quiet until a door opened in the paneling, and a middle aged man, trim and fit, wearing an expensive light colored suit and woven shoes, entered the room. He was taller than Junior, with chiseled features, a medium dark complexion, an elegant moustache and a discreet but very expensive looking watch. He regarded the thuggish Junior with a certain disdain, and Lois with a definite interest.
"I see you have brought the merchandise we discussed. Let me take a closer look." Junior took out his clasp knife and sawed through the thong binding her wrists. He pulled the cotton shift from her shoulders so that she stood naked before the other man, who leaned forward to inspect her. "Turn her around." Lois rotated to reveal her backside, then as Junior grasped her neck and pushed her head to the floor, gripped her small round buttocks and spread them apart, revealing a soft lovely slit and a delicate rose of an asshole; the latter's muscular ring distended slightly by the constant use it had recently suffered. She stood bent double for some time; the older man touched his fingers to her flesh, exclaiming at its softness. He gently caressed the welts that remained from Fancha's most recent whipping. "She's pretty. You've been quite hard on her, I see."