Thanks again to Avicia
Chapter 16
FAREWELLS FROM THE SEX BOAT
At noon the day that Lena was to be released permanently from the Everleigh, Zoe and Lena were brought down to the special room in the hull of the Everleigh used for disciplining and exercising dominance over women. Billionaire Melus Knox, Everleigh Entertainment Corp President Eric Karo, Everleigh Entertainment manager of properties Harvey Winestone, and Deputy Chief of Dixieland Max Klug were there.
"I think we could still avoid you having to go to Wyoming if you begged to stay on the Everleigh, Lena," Karo said. "We'd just have to prove to the Europeans that you were staying voluntarily and to the Free State authorities that you will behave in the future."
Playing along, Lena said, "No, I've been a terribly bad girl and I am beyond rehabilitation. There is nothing to do but to send me out to the Wild West for the horrible punishments that await me there."
"Well then," Klug said, "We will just have to teach you the hard rules and saddles of the Wild West. While we are about it, we will teach the same thing to my ex-wife."
A cover was pulled off two wooden structures.
"Scheiss," Lena said.
"What are they?" Zoe asked.
"They are wooden ponies," Winestone said. "You might not like them at all, but they will be sent to O as soon as that boat is ready. Right now, we are going to put you and Lena on them after we tie your arms tightly behind your backs so that four lovely breasts can jut out like ripe fruit ready to be juiced."
"The ponies hurt like hell at first, and then they get worse," Lena said.
Soon, both women were lifted up by the men and seated directly on the ponies. The ponies were built to put all of a woman's weight on her genitals, but these particular ones could have been more cruel as they were wide enough at the critical contact point to spread the weight over a slightly wider area than similar torture devices that have a wedge edge that sink into the valley of love.
Eric Caros asked, "Lena, still sure you can't be persuaded to stay on the nice, comfortable Everleigh rather than go to the Wild West?"
Melus Knox said, "Think of how wonderful it would be being a comfortable bimbo on a nice comfortable boat making happiness and babies for rich and powerful men like me? What a benefit that would be to humanity in the long run as your babies made more babies with the resulting happiness dwarfing any pain you experience."
"And won't you feel horrible knowing that some less worthy woman will be occupying the room on the Everleigh that you have filled with glory? Surely, you will want to stay on the Everleigh as a matter of pride." Winestone said.
Having learned much Free States English in her time on the boat, Lena croaked out in pain from the pony, "Are you motherfuckers out of your tiny minds? Well, I will put it in language you good ole boys can understand. Firstly, you know fuggin well I will renounce any statement you obtain from me while I'm sittin on this torture device. If you try to keep me as a sex slave, I will use every kind of communication I can conjure to get out and wreck you sons of bitches until the cows come home an the last King James Bible is coated in slave lipstick in the fuckin Free States of Hell. So why don't y'all just let us off these things."
The men laughed. Of course, it was ridiculous to ask Lena to voluntarily become a breeding bimbo.
"I do believe that Ms. Fesch has made her position clear," Max Klug said.
"I was only joking about you changing course now; your fate is sealed. You have been sentenced to a lifetime of marital bliss and worrying about your children," Winestone said.
Zoe, not having any idea what Caros, Knox, Winestone and Lena were talking about, asked, "I don't know what any of that was about, but this pony hurts my pussy big time. I'm a poor little party girl that you've turned into a sex slave. Can't we just fuck?"
"Well, no," Melus Knox said. "First, we are going to pierce your nipples."
"Ah shit, that will hurt awful, an why mine and not Lena's?"
"You are going to the O, my new concept for a high-end boat with lovely, high-born ladies that can be used something like the women on the all-you-can-fuck low-end boats. We will only put women on the O who, like you, have a prison sentence so long that they are not ever going to get off the boats," Caro explained.
"We think the O will attract the middle-class man who resents the privileges of the wealthy and is willing to pool resources with similar men to buy a group package in which maybe six men fuck a woman over two hours instead of the one man having one woman on the Everleigh. To symbolize the total captivity and free use availability of the women on the O, we are going to pierce their nipples and eventually their clitoral hoods and maybe some other places, although some body parts will have to be left alone while they heel.
"We haven't decided what degrading tattoos you will receive. Don't worry, Zoe, you're too pretty to give any tattoos that are not small and placed somewhere where they won't lessen your beauty. Our design and marketing department is still working on what tattoos will have the most commercial value. I think we have slave collars on order from someplace up North where they don't believe in sex slavery but are pleased to sell us supplies," Everleigh Corp. President Caro concluded.
With the pony pressing her labia, Zoe started screaming and moaning, but this ended when Winestone and Knox pushed a gag in Zoe's mouth and pulled her head back by her hair. Disinfectant was put on her left nipple. Zoe screamed into her gag as the hot needle went through. She twisted and contorted until she decided that that only hurt her pussy more.
Soon, there was a gold stud through Zoe's left nipple. The process was repeated through her right nipple, and a few minutes later, her gag was released.
Zoe breathed intensely before she screamed, "You motherfuckers."
The men laughed. Lena was disgusted but more concerned about the pain between her legs than anything to do with Zoe. The men decided the ladies should be flagellated with floggers that they had. Zoe was mortified. Lena was annoyed.
After the whipping, the women were taken off the ponies and placed on their backs onto padded convex frames that pushed their torsos up, spread their legs and gave maximum access to their pussies. Max was given the honor of fucking his ex-wife first and was careful not to touch her nipples for now. Melus Knox quickly slammed into Lena who started to drip milk.
"One more chance to knock you up, Lena."
Lena had feared getting pregnant during the last two months more than anything else. She did not want another child with an unidentified father. She was pretty confident, though, that she had not ovulated and said only, "You are welcome to try. At least there's nothing I can do to stop you."
She began to squeeze his cock with her inner muscles as he squeezed her boobs and worked in and out with enthusiasm. Lena had her first orgasm of the day and sprayed milk into the air as Melus sprayed his sperm into her womb.
Over the next two hours, each of the women received ten doses of semen. Both women acted as they were supposed to do as sex slaves. They yielded completely to the men and had numerous orgasms themselves in the process, even as they knew that they were being used. Lena wondered whether the two of them were somehow born with unusual capacities to enjoy submissive, painful sex or had been trained to enjoy such abuse. Nature or nature in another context, Lena thought.
The session ended with Zoe and Lena being hung upside down in the lifting contraption and flagellated enough for it to antagonize Lena and horrify Zoe.
This is to humiliate us, Lena thought. Does 'humiliate' mean to make humble? But one cannot make me feel more humble by being a jerk to me. That only makes me feel less of you.
Zoe said out loud, "If the fucking an the hanging was designed to make me feel like an obedient pet, it sure worked. I'm a just fuck toy now, there ain't no way around it. The only important differences between me an a blow up plastic doll are that I can have orgasms too an will make babies and give milk."
Lena did not answer. She thought of the saying 'don't speak unless you can improve upon the silence.' Lena could not see a way to refute Zoe's analysis of her situation.
After the men left, some indentured servants came and brought Zoe and Lena back to the room Lena had occupied for much of the last two years. Lena again was careful not to touch Zoe as Lena tried to get some sleep.
The following morning, Lena had a long goodbye session with Captain Semmes. She was as sweet as she could be, but she still was not sure how she felt about him. Is it possible to be a kind slaver or a moral man who contributes actively to a horribly fucked up system?
