My Cruise Was a Tug of War

Samara gathered her thoughts and dried herself off and put on a see-through gown. I looked at her differently. I realized I've probably had more intimate contact with her in the last hour then some people experience with their partner in a lifetime, together - or at least, in LUST!

I lay on the bed, not bothering with clothes or attempting any form of modesty.

"You sure fucked me good", Samara uttered quietly, attempting to start a conversation.

"Oh, I bet you say that to everyone Tara gets to fuck you, Samara."

"Yes, I don't blame you for thinking that, and I deserve contempt, but I did like pleasing you, and if I had my way, you could fuck me like that, anytime," Samara signed.

"I am a slut, fuckmeat even, but I know what I like and what I don't," she added.

"I do know that that other guy who Mistress messed with the night before we met, will be here at some stage, to challenge you. I really hope you win, because he was such a slob with bad BO."

"Let's face it, Mistress wants two subs, me, the female sub, and hopefully you, as the male sub."

"From what she has said about you already, you do sound like the favorite."

"In the last 12 hours, I've fucked both you and your mother, and enjoyed it, but I could choose to avoid all this and move on," I said, nonchalantly. "There are plenty of horny women on this ship."

"Mistress has directed you to punish me, on her behalf. Be aware, that she could task me with punishing you, just as thoroughly, on her behalf." She has done that sort of thing before, and I rather enjoyed it. As her daughter, I know I share her passion, and she has taught me a lot," Samara said, with a wry smile.

Samara came and sat beside me on the bed before adding, "You know exactly what to expect from my mother, but when we're alone together, I could give you anything you want. "

"Mistress wouldn't ever need to find out. Hell, we both know we will be punished in any case."

She bent over and gently took my knob into her mouth, to suck and gently licked it. "There is only 10 years difference in age between us. Everyone my mother brings home is usually 50+," she whispered, as she moved purposefully down to press her nose into my bulging balls.

Moving now to straddle over me into a 69 position, her pussy and hips gyrated teasingly close and directly before my face.

Taking her wide hips and pulling them gently towards my face, I eased her amazingly parted slit onto my outstretched tongue, and probed inside. My nose also traversed up and down her warm slippery slit.

Now beautifully clean, her natural smell filled my nostrils. I didn't hate it.

Samara moaned softly, as her wetness began to ooze all over my face.

Samara lovingly, kissed my penis all over and it hardened, to the point of throbbing and wobbling playfully about before her face. Taking it again into her mouth, she forced her mouth deeply down over it, and did so, over and over, again. She seemed to want to prove that it was she, that really wanted to do it, and to show that this was her lust - not what Mistress directed her in lust, to do.

The last inch was always the hardest and most forced to push down her throat, but to her credit, she was determined to take it all the way. To fully prove her worth.

Her beautiful cunt slit seemed to pout before my eyes releasing a fresh ooze of horny and creamy juice, as she punished her tight throat with my cock. I couldn't help but to savagely gulp her juices all up using the whole of my open mouth, but only using my lips stretched tightly over my teeth. Samara's whole body shuddered in a primal orgasmic quake and she softly moaned with contentment.

Coming up for air, I asked, "Do you ever wonder what you will do if and when your mother, either tires of you, or dies?" I was curious about what sort of life she might want to lead in the future.

"I've been a slut ever since I discovered my clitoris and the existence of sex. I don't expect that to ever change, and I can't see myself taking up knitting," she laughed, "besides, I'm convinced that I am here to pleasure men, and though I would never admit it to my mother, I do enjoy being used."

With that, she sat up and slid her sopping wet cunt all over my face. Teasingly she smothered my face by positioning her cunt hole directly over my nose so that it eased inside of her. She playfully fucked my nose, rocking back and forth on it, until I had to lift her off me, to breath.

"Who knows, I might end up being like my mother and having demands, myself," she grinned, as she thought about it more.

Turning once more to focusing on my bulging balls, she queried, "Does that ring bother you? I mean, yours balls are big, but don't they need to go inside your body, every now in a while?"

"Yes, I was contemplating removing it for an hour or so, while your mother was away."

"I'll do it," Samara helpfully offered.

With that she carefully opened the ring and slowly pulled the gathered skin from within the ring.

"Free at last!" she exclaimed, massaging my balls back to some semblance of life.

"Thank you, that is a great relief. Now don't tell, or we'll both be flogged," I cautioned.

"Of course not, we're subs and we stick together - in more ways than one," she giggled.

In time, with the warm moist sea air and motion of the ship, we both drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined and nestled in each other's arms.

* * *

Luckily, a call from room service awoke us from our sleep and allowed us to get my ball ring back on just before Tara returned from shopping.

"I'm home," she called out, as she entered the room from the corridor. Putting down her bag from shopping, she walked over to me and reached out to have a rough grope of my balls and cock, and to dig in her long nails, as she did so.

"What is this white flaking over you face? Is that what I think it is? Samara? Is that your dried cunt juice on my subs face?" Tara sternly questioned.

"Yes, Mistress, I am a slut, and I deserve to be punished," Samara pleaded for understanding, not knowing what else to say.

"Lie on the bed and spread those loose legs of yours," Tara commanded.

"Glen, I want you to fist fuck this slut, and once your fist is inside her cunt hole, I want you to punch her, deep and hard. Drive her gradually up to the bedhead! Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, Mistress", as I eased in a few fingers first, and then squeezed and pushed my fist fully into her cunt. Luckily, for her sake, she was able to get very wet.

"Pound her, and Glen, stick your butt into the air as you do it, you also must be punished," Tara demanded.

"You, my unfaithful sub, will be humbled," she decreed.

Naked on all fours and sticking my butt into the air and arching my back with the ball ring on, Tara latched onto my balls with her hand and methodically attached the humbler device to my balls, right next to the ring. It further stretched my balls further away from my body.

Tightening the wing nuts on both sides of the humbler so tight down against my balls, I'm certain they were turning blue.

Still trying to fist fuck Samara, I began to crumble with the level of pain on my balls.

Thwack! Tara whacked my captive balls with her flail-er.

"FUCK! That stings", I shuddered.

"Good, it is meant to. Well?" Tara paused...

"May I have another, Mistress?" I grimly asked.

"You may," as she lashed my balls even harder. I cried out in horror with a level '10' pain.

Now gabbing firm hold of the humbler on both sides with her hands, she pulled me by my balls backwards forcing my fist to withdraw from Samara's sopping wet cunt.

Twisting the humbler repeatedly to the left and then to the right, Tara tugged on my balls like she was riding a bike, torturing them repeatedly to the extent they would twist, and then some.

She had total control of me, and she knew it.

She would yank my balls, UP, and then she would yank my balls, DOWN!

With every tug and twist, I grimaced with incredible pain, but never once did I plead for her to stop. I'm certain that any show of weakness would have led her to whip my poor suffering balls, again.

"I think you are ready, "she declared.

Ready for WHAT? I thought.

My mind could only tolerate this because I had convinced it that this was my main punishment. I'm not sure I can withstand much more of this.

This was CBT torture. I quietly whimpered, I couldn't help it.

At that moment another man entered the stateroom.

"This is your competitor, Glen" Tara defiantly introduced.

Oh no, I panicked, was I going to be tortured by him, as well? Here I was, at my most vulnerable, in agony, blue balls tightly held in a humbler, and now a competitor man who just might finish me off.

"This is Max. He too, will have a humbler attached and we will have a tug of war- to the death - or at least until the first man's balls get torn off, and the other is declared the winner," Tara scowled.

"WHAT!" both men roared in objection, at the same time.

Max was a heavier set man than me, probably 50+.

"Relax, I am exaggerating a little. No one is going to lose their precious little balls to turn you into a sissy, but unless you both have a heart attack, I'm sure you'll both survive," Tara crazily laughed out loud.

At that, we were both positioned naked on all fours on the floor, facing away from each other, with two equally-long cords joining corresponding sides of our humblers to each other.

Samara led me forward to take up the slack on the 5 foot cords between our humblers and balls and Tara lead Max slowly in the opposite direction.

As we crawled slowly away from each other to take up the stain on the cords between our respective humblers - and balls - I was relieved that there was some give in the cords.

Part of them must have been elastic, which was a safety measure I reassured myself, otherwise one of us could literately have lost their balls in a jolt at just the wrong time, or at the wrong angle.

Shit! This was dangerous and way beyond what I expected when I first heard of a challenger. Tara is one cruel Mistress, and I really thing she wouldn't be too upset if one of us did tear of the others balls in the heat of this type of duel!

Even Samara looked nervous, as she subconsciously bit her nails and breathed very deeply.

Sweat was pouring off my whole body now, and I was trembling in absolute terror. I could sense the absolute fear in the other guy, too. His balls and whole body were shaking too. I could feel his tremble transmitted along the cord through to my balls - as did he, from mine.

"To give you both something to strive for, and for it to be a focus of your strength and resolve as you both struggle for victory; Glen, you will try to drag Max by his balls - with only your balls - so that you reach and lick out my open and urging cunt. You would then be declared the winner. Max you will strive to drag Glen by his balls - with only your balls - to reach Samara's already wet cunt - so thoughtfully already made that way, by Glen just for you, Max. Whoever drags the other to reach their respective cunt first will be declared the victor," Tara pronounced, striding between us with maximum intensity and authority.

Her naked body took on a glow and stance befitting a very powerful, Dominant, over seeing her worthy, but pathetic combatants.

What a bitch Tara was, I thought. She could see that I loved fisting Samara until her cunt was sopping wet, and she even made it hard for me by torturing my balls as they were locked in the jaws of her humbler. Tara was jealous and wanted to teach me a lesson, that she alone, was to be the focus of my lust, and not Samara.

As both women sat on opposing chairs naked and opening their legs wide apart to reveal their cunts as the prize, they shuffled their chairs so that Tara's cunt was positioned about 2 feet from my face, and Samara's cunt was an equal distance from Max's face.

It then became clear, that this, this Tug of War was perhaps more a contest between mother and daughter, then the two hapless 'bulls' involved in the actual contest.

Each woman was giving the other hateful glares over the top of our delicately joined bodies set for perhaps the ultimate battle, and they taunted each other, as they opened the folds of their cunts widely, and provocatively, to incentivize their respective bulls towards their rightful victory and prize.

"Take the stain" Tara ordered, as we both started to stretch our tethering cords against our balls with the pain already at an '8' - at least it was for me.

"Hold! Steady." Tara cautioned.

I, for one, did feel like a bull, pitted against another, though he was worryingly larger in weight, I was younger, and stronger.

"Here Samara, catch," Tara shouted, as Tara tossed a specialized body length black leather whip across for Samara to catch.

This type of whip was stiffened straight to match the length of a man's torso, but the last foot of it was very flexible. It was this last flexible part which did the whipping. It was designed to be aimed to whip just the bull's balls and was for use as torrid encouragement for the bull to buck and to struggle more against the opponent's balls.

Samara, who caught it, clearly knew what it was for and practiced whipping it, harmlessly through the air.

Samara, "you will have to use it on Max if you expect to win, but just make sure you aim and strike his balls with total focus and accuracy to achieve his maximum grunt and power, once the tug of war begins."

"I will certainly be aiming for Glen's balls for just that effect from him." Tara smirked, as she cast a deathly stare across towards Samara, in an attempt to psyche her out and intimidate her to gain an advantage and a possible win.

I'm sure Tara would have been more experienced at this, I thought, with conflicted gratefulness, as Tara was, 'luckily,' on my side. Shit, there is no winner in this!

As Samara, again, played with herself and squeezed her engorged clit out from under its hood, at Max, in a last attempt to energize him with what he had to look forward to if he could become her champion by winning the battle, she started to feel a rising hot and then burning sensation all about her cunt's entrance and clit!

Samara realized immediately, that Tara had coated the whip handle with some sort of chilly or curry powder knowing it would find its way down there, and in doing so, give Samara an irritating distraction and itch that she just wouldn't be able to itch - just when she needed to focus fully on striking Max's balls with the whip.

In enraged response, Samara couldn't help but cry out to Tara, "you cheating bitch, Mistress!"

At that, Tara hollowed, "Gentlemen, fight to claim your welcoming cunt, whosoever's cunt that may be!"

"Who has the balls to win this?" Tara challenged.

"Let the battle begin!" Tara roared, hoarsely, with a dark smirk aimed directly at Samara.

With that, we both strained against each other, groaning, more and more as the humblers bit mercilessly into both of our balls. Neither side was budging or giving an inch.

After what seemed like an eternity of ball-breaking and painful struggle, where one of us would gain fractions of an inch towards our respective cunts, and then the other would take it back, Tara aimed and delivered the first of several cracks of the whip, and of course, she found my balls.

A direct hit, striking at the soft center between my balls!

"Yowee!!", I cried, as it forced me to drag Max over the halfway point, so my face was closer to Tara's now glistening and swelling cunt.

Without any hesitation, Samara struck back, and clearly found her mark on Max's balls, as he yelped and dragged back some of the ground he had lost, when Tara had struck me, first.

It was like a slow-motion train crash, and possibly just as painful, as the whipping from both women intensified causing us both to struggle ever so more desperately against each other.

As luck would finally have it - for me, at least - Samara, possibly distracted by her irritated cunt, overreached her whip stroke causing it to not only land on Max's balls, but the tip wrapped further around to sting and draw blood from the underside of Max's limp cock.

He screamed in pain causing one of his knees to helplessly slip on the sweat-laden floor, and through his fall, luckily back into my direction, I was just able to drag him with one last almighty strain on my balls for my face to just touch Tara's cunt first.

"We have a victor!" Tara screamed with absolute delight.

"Enjoy your prize, gladiator, you have earned it." Tara cried, as her hands tossed down the whip and drew my sweating head into her soaking wet hungry and grateful cunt.

Eating cunt was the last thing on my mind. I was in agony. If I wasn't conscious, I would be asking for a doctor.

I know that doesn't make sense. All of this didn't make sense, my mind was shit, but I had won, so I nuzzled into Tara slippery mutt, as she smeared it all over my face in a celebratory flourish. Her smell was powerfully, hormonal, and it seemed to somehow help me on a primal level.

I then collapsed onto the floor to join Max, who too, had just about passed out from his stinging and bloodied cock - not to mention his tortured black and blue balls.

"Max, although you put up a gallant fight, you have lost this battle, and you are no longer required here. When you can, gather your clothes and leave," Tara heartlessly announced.

Samara glared at her mother, because she knew she would have had more experience in aiming such a whip, so she believed the contest was not fair - and that was even before the added itchy distraction Samara had to endure.

Tara justified the hot handle distraction to Samara as a way to level the age advantage that Tara believed Samara had over her.

"Samara, I know what you are thinking and to give you a lesson, tomorrow you will have your cunt whipped with your labia taped wide apart, so that you too can share in the pain these two warriors are suffering, at his time. A little something to look forward to. That should teach you not to enjoy being fist fucked, by my champion, you little slut!" Tara screamed, now with bulging eyes, and spitting with venom from her mouth.

At that, Samara carefully removed the humblers from both of our sore and swollen balls. Max's cock was delicately bandaged, and he left with what little dignity he could gather.

I nodded in acknowledgement of his valor and his good fight, as he left the stateroom.

I thought to myself, perhaps he's the real winner, as he has got out, alive!

* * *

Tomorrow was another day, mainly for me to recover, at least, and I returned to my cabin to nurse my wounded cock and balls. I slept for god knows, how long - such was the mental and physical toll it had all had on me. The whole ordeal had affected me, permanently.

I was damaged, but I knew I would heal. I chose not to see the women for the rest of the cruise, I just couldn't face them. I sensed they both expected that.

I wondered how Samara would have suffered terribly the day after the tug of war, if Tara did punish her in the way she had threatened. I cared for her and hoped she would one day leave the absolute control of her mother.

I did see Max again during the cruise, but he swiftly turned and walked the other way.

As we disembarked at the end of the cruise, I handed Tara back the ring that she had given me.

Tara pleaded that I join them again - all expenses paid - for their next cruise through the Caribbean embarking in two weeks' time.

Do I feel lucky? I grinned to myself, as I bid the ladies farewell.

As I boarded my taxi to travel away from the cruise terminal, I mouthed the word out the back window, FUCK, to the ladies, and they both nodded their heads and smiled with their eyes.