Castle Busenstien
Copyright© 2003 by Finc
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Wouldn't it be nice to send someone you hate or lust after on a weekend they'd never forget. Kidnap and debauchery at the ancient castle.Go on e mail me your fantasy babe, no one will ever know it was you.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers NonConsensual Rape Coercion Mind Control Lesbian Heterosexual Celebrity Historical Slut Wife Cuckold BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Light Bond Humiliation Sadistic Torture Gang Bang White Couple Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Fisting Sex Toys Enema Scatology Size Doctor/Nurse
"Hi I've got a thing for my sister in law Barbara. She's always had everything handed to her and she's a real arrogant bitch. I'm happy to give you any info including pictures if needed." E-mail from another author
It had been 2 days since the 20, 000 ton cargo ship had left port. Now somewhere in the Atlantic just north of the equator it made steady but unimpressive progress. The rusted old hulk was covered with tarpaulins and crates the aft bridge a series of dirty almost blacked out windows. At its bow the anchor chute was red with a long rust stain the single funnel at the rear belching smoke from its 60 year old engines. The ocean was calm; almost tranquil and only the slightest breeze fluttered its Liberian flag of convenience. The 'Acapulco bay' formerly the 'Koninstag' was only 150 miles from its destination.
On the bow deck a large curved ventilation funnel looked like a cartoon caricature. The funnels tube bent down twenty feet, deck by deck curving horizontal to a solid wire mess. Inside that dim steel room the air was humid; the hum of the ship vibrating along the walls. The four scruffy bunks inside had an occupant each.
On the furthest sat raven haired Latino women. She was well hipped her bosom matching her curvaceous hips. She sat eyes blank humming to herself. Across were two more athletic teens. Both girls appeared Mexican, sister's maybe. Their hair was tied back in long horse type plats; both girls sultry and leggy. In the final bunk lay a young cute blonde. Her curly long hair had dark peroxide missing roots. She was dreaming; almost smiling with her wide sensuous mouth as she slumbered, her naked body only covered in a cloth sack type smock.
The cell door rattled as a figure appeared. The man bald and fat wore only a heavy belt and desert type shorts. His heavy military boots thundered on the mesh deck. The bull neck crewman pushed the girls aside to shake the sleeping beauty.
Barbara began to stir from her hazy bizarre dreams. She felt like she'd slept for years. Not quite, the drugs had lapsed her in and out of consciousness for nearly three days. Now it was time to wake up. The thug pulled her hair and she yelped.
"Aaaaa Jesus what the fuck I err what?" She rubbed her eyes her skin sweaty the room in the nineties." Where, where oh ohhhhhhh!" The last thing Barbara remembered was the mall. She was ready to leave for home then she'd seen that shopper from earlier. He'd been so complementary saying how beautiful she was. She'd sighed in resigned agreement. He was blatantly hitting on her but so what, she was use to it. Then he'd touched her hand with something and the world had swirled then gone black.
She lurched upright her feet touching the floor. Her heart sank as she felt the unmistakable vibration of a ship."Oh my God I've been kidnapped!" Behind the large oath was an old spinster type woman. She had glasses and a stern witch like nose and mouth. In her late fifties she wore a grey uniform with knees high leather boots. Barbara looked up confused was she dreaming this? The woman had a red and white armband on it couldn't be could it? No not a swastika.
The witch spoke." You! Goldilocks! Time to get up." Barbara started to cuss and raised her voice but yelped as the fat oath slapped her across her face. The other girls tittered and grinned stupidly.
"What the fuck are you bitches laughing at? What the fucks going on?" She screamed again as the oath grabbed her curly mane pulling her out of the room her bare feet slipping on the corridor deck. Barbara didn't get any answers, she felt claustrophobic as she was herded along narrow empty corridors. Ahead the growing heat and noise told her she was nearing the engine room. Every so often she past a stony faced seaman all of them ignoring her pleas.
The spectacled woman turned to her as they reached the engine room door.
"Be quiet!" She snapped. Barbara was asking question after question adding threat after threat if she wasn't released.
"No Frauline I will not tell you what is happening. You are not ready to listen or understand."
She looked admiringly at the cute face, the sexy eyes and arrogant turned up nose.
"Hmmmm you are a good catch. I will be back in a few hours we'll see if you're ready then."
She opened the door the big bald thug pushing her into the sauna like atmosphere of the engine room. Barbara started to sweat uncontrollably the room cramped with the engine block like a long black slug running the length of the room. The multitude of tappets rocked back and forth like a crazy huge clarinet been played. Stood at the side of his engine was the chief engineer an old vest wearing man his skin craggy and smeared in grease.
He saw the girl, curvy tanned legs under the short sack smock and laughed his missing teeth showing.
Barbara was pushed inside the woman closing the door and marching back down the ship.
Barbs suddenly realized what was going to happen. The old man was leering at her the big bald man pressing his pot bellied body into her back. The chief waved his hand as if presenting his thundering vibrating engine. Then she saw it.
At a point where the machine appeared barrel shaped a curved dildo was bolted to the top. The thing vibrated with engine constant power the metal banana warm with the engines heat.
The men pounced on her pulling the smock revealing her excellent hips and sexy thighs. She covered her pussy instantly realizing she been shaved naked down there in her slumber.
The noise was deafening and her screams carried barely a few feet. The two men pulled her legs apart lifting over the machine, over the vibrating cock. She arched her back tits thrusting out but the men had her in place her bare lips touching the axle greased tip.
"No, no, noooooooo urrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!"
She felt herself slide down onto it, the unyielding metal bending inside her the curve stretching her hole. The vibration ran up her spine her sphincter popping with the animation of her insides.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ugh, ugh oh. Shit! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!"
Her legs were pulled down either side and hooked around rope straps. She sat like on hose back the hot metal filling her hole in a constant vibrating fuck.
"Aggggg uggggggggg uggggggggggggg nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!"
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