Cruise (22 page)
“Gotta be neat,” he said to himself as he moved over to Gail. “Now, I’m going to let that settle in on your sister while we work on you,” he said to Gail. “You, my dear, have, I think, somewhat larger tits, so we’ll see how you like this treatment. Don’t worry. I’ll get back to her shortly.”
The procedure with the deep penetrator breast milking needles followed three more times. Randall installed three more of the terrible breast bands on the twins before doing this. However, as he anticipated, the combination of pierced and banded breasts caused the young women to go nearly crazy. As he inserted the long, hollow needles into the head of the each nipple and pushed them in so that only the small, threaded, gold ended cap remained as a sort of crown on the tip of each nipple, Randall had to sympathize with the girls. This was not a procedure he would have wanted to undergo himself, if he had tits.
As soon as the needles were fully inserted, Randall drove a smaller sharpened pin through the side of each now deeply pierced nipple. The pin went into the nipple, through a hole in the hollow needle and locked in place so that unless the pin came out, the probe stayed in the breast.
A tiny drop of blood and a bit of clear fluid soon appeared in the hole in the center of the gold caps. Randall blotted this off and then screwed on a larger metal fitting which, when seated, covered the entire nipple and areole, forming a sort of extended metal cap that matched the shape of the pierced, rigid nipple. To this cap, he connected a clear, thin plastic hose, much like those used for IV treatment. The twin hoses, one from each breast, joined each other a few inches from the tit cap connections and led down to a box that housed a pair of pumps, controlled by the instrument panel. Collection containers stood next to the pumps, hoses running from pump to bottle.
Then Randall fitted what looked like an expanded, bottomless, half liter size mineral water bottle over each swollen breast. This plastic enclosure that went over the entire nipple-tapping device, enclosed the rest of the stretched and extended breast and was then heat shrunk around the metal band at the base of the entire tit, nipple and cap arrangement. It also accommodated a second hose, which led to the pump.
“Since you can’t see this, let me explain for your interest, what is happening here,” Randall said amicably to both crying girls. “The hollow needles in your nipples are a bit like a drill bit on an oil rig. That is, they go inside the glandular tissue of your tits and expand, sending out tiny probes that seek the fluids your breasts create. The metal caps on the end stimulate, with electrical current, these probes and will soon tap the fluids. The over seal encapsulates the entire nipple system and creates suction to draw out the fluids and eventually will be operating several times a day to milk you. You will find that in time, the process is not only stimulating, but that, as your breasts swell between milking, you’ll yearn for the suction to relieve the pressure.”
Suddenly, both girls were totally silent. They stood in shocked silence. Hearing Randall’s narrative and experiencing the actual horror of the piecing and banding of their breasts was beyond belief.
“The subjects of this process,” Randall continued, sipping the last bit of liquor from his glass, “always want to know why. Why? Hell, I don’t know. Really. Doesn’t matter if they are men or women who are watching. They usually find it fascinating to see girls like you squirm and shake as the preparations are made. Then they get really horny when the power is turned on and they actually see the milk flowing through the clear tubes.” Randall stopped his chat for a few minutes and sat watching the tormented women. Then he continued his narrative.
“Mostly, I guess, we do it because its fun to watch you suffer and endure such elemental discomfort as having your tits sucked by a machine. But also, we do it because it supplements the other sexual stimulations we’ll bring you.” Randall stood up and stepped back to inspect the complex arrangement of ankle stocks, arm binding, saddles with double dicks inserted in cunt and ass, the tormented, banded, encased breasts with their tubes and the head pieces that concealed the whimpering, moaning faces.
“The feeding and watering tubes,” Randall then continued, “that are emplaced in your mouthpiece, are already providing fluids that you are sucking in and these are enhanced with some lactation-stimulants that will encourage your body to create milk.” Randall stopped his narrative and adjusted the hoses at the pump connection before continuing.
“Oh, and yes, there are some other drugs in the fluids you are getting. There are some subtle erotic stimulants that will make you glad you have those double prongs up your butt and cunts. Need I say more about that?
“Now, you probably know that this isn’t the only way we could get milk out of your tits. There are less painful methods and conventional cow milkers would do the job, but we have found, through endless trial and some errors, that this method has the best results.” If they had not been hooded and blind, the girls would have seen Randall grinning madly.
“So, that’s all there is to it,” he said. “It will take few days for the entire system to get working efficiently, but it will work and you will find it is not only stimulating, but annoying and madly erotic. Coupled with the bands around your tits and the double dicks, we think you’ll have plenty to consider while you stand here. To make sure you don’t topple over with orgasmic delight, I will be putting a harness on you to hold you further upright. The chain connected to the top of your hood will also help you stay upright, so not to worry about falling over and ripping your tits off.”
There was little sound coming from the hooded heads now. Both girls sobbed silently, terrified, hurting and wondering if they would ever get away from these men who were doing such terrible things to them. Randall, ever interested in improvements to any such situation, busied himself by putting locking metal bands on the twins’ legs above and below the knees, further welding them to the poles. He attached two overhead chains to the breast compression bands and two more to the front and back of the Y brace between their legs. By adjusting the chain tension at his control console, Randall could put upward pressure on the breast clamps or the crotch Y, slightly raising the girls upward so that they were stretched between the foot stocks and the overhead supports for their chains. Finally, figuring that they had had enough time to adjust to the entire arrangement, Randall engaged the milking apparatus, sending electrical charges into the breasts and starting the pumps that would suck the tits in a coordinated and erotically random pattern. This electrical program was linked to the dildoe activity taking place inside their abdomen. The double dildoes responded to their controls; vibrating, inflating and sliding in and out in random patterns. Randall set his program so that there was plenty of latitude for expansion as time went on. For the first night, he didn’t want to expose these new toys to everything at once. The rest would come soon enough. Randall checked his gauges and settings, made sure the monitors were working, and left the cabin, locking the door behind him.
It was an impossibly long night. The agony in their breasts was matched by the incessant vibration, in and out action and inflation of the massive plugs up their cunt and ass. If they could have seen it, the slow flow of clear liquid from their pierced and deeply penetrated breasts eventually became cloudy and, by early morning, was almost milk white. The containers on the floor collected the fluids from their bladder, leaking pussy and periodically irrigated lower intestine. Randall hadn’t told them about the enema/purging capability of the butt plug/hose arrangement, but they soon got the message. Several times during the long dark hours, the system pumped warm, hot, cold and tepid water with a variety of chemicals in and out of their bowels. Once they were full of the liquid, the valves closed and they had to hold the pain-inducing load until the valves released and allowed them to flush the awful substance back into the hose and down to the containers on the floor. By three a.m., both girls were hanging in a semi stupor, nearly numb to the multiple hurts and invasions of their young bodies. The mouthpieces provided a bitter-tasting liquid that they had to swallow and it was clear to both girls that this awful beverage was the source of many things: it provided sustenance, some kind of stimulant, a pain-controlling drug, much-needed hydration and probably some hormones to enhance lactation.
By daylight, neither girl cared much about anything. For waking entertainment, someone entered the cabin and began working their exhausted bodies over carefully with a thin, flexible Fiberglas switch. The blows came intermittently and stung horribly, leaving deep welts in their tanned and untanned skins. Each blow caused them to thrash about on their mounts, bringing additional pain and excitement. They were covered in sweat, aching in every body part from multiple piercings, impalements, penetrations and violations of multiple body apertures. They assumed, based on what they had been told, that they were going to be taken somewhere where this sort of thing was routine and would continue endlessly. Both women were already convinced that if that were true, they would prefer to die. But the worst was yet to come.
Chapter Twenty Two
To Carlos Andiamo
The launch was running before the waves, each crest pushing them faster through the water and occasionally splashing over the low transom where the twin, four-cycle, 250hp Yamaha outboards hummed easily at near maximum throttle. The RIB was a thirty-foot, high-speed vessel, initially designed for coast guard and special operations patrols and covert insertions/extractions of Seals and Army Special Forces operators. The protected center console kept the pilot out of the wind and mostly dry, except in the worst weather and seas.
Behind him were six high-backed, well-padded seats with race-style, quick release safety belts and harness and flip down, clear acrylic face guards. In rough seas, the belts kept passengers from being thrown around and the face guards offered minimal protection from the flying salt spray or the weather. At this time, the seats were occupied by Ann and her two daughters, Janeen and Phillipa. They were strapped in and locked in place, their wrists chained behind their backs, ankles in handcuffs and linked through rings on the deck. Each woman wore a thickly padded rubber hood that sealed their mouths with a built-in rubber ball gag, insulated their ears with plugs and padding and allowed no sight because there were no eye holes. All three, after resisting the insertion of the ball gags and the enclosure of their blond heads into the rubber helmets, now sat motionless in the seats, tightly harnessed and bound, unable and unwilling to move because of the impalements that were seated deep inside their rectums and vaginas. Each woman was brought individually aboard the launch where it was moored in a small, secluded lagoon on the back of the island. They were told that they could allow the impalements, which would be adequately lubricated if they cooperated, or, if they resisted, they would be forced down onto the dual probes, which were imbedded in the removable seat cushions, without any easing lubrication. Screams and struggles followed, but when they were backed up against the seats, their ankles chained to the deck rings and forced to bend at the waist and place their naked asses and cunts against the hard jabbing stationary dildoes, each of the women ceased struggling. Reluctantly, they allowed their captors to swab their crotch and ass with a smooth and sticky gel that reminded them of sex lube each of them had used at one time or another in their romantic exploits over the recent years. Gingerly they sat on the slightly curved prongs as their captors used their hands to aim and insert them into each woman’s sex and rectum. Once the ends were in position, they were encouraged to sit and slowly lowered themselves onto the seats while the dongs slide deeper and deeper inside. When they were finally seated, however cautiously, in the deep bucket seats, the security harness was pulled around their waist and over their shoulders, locked and tightened, forcing their body lower into the seat and driving the twin dicks further into their respective cavities. Whimpering and sobbing inside the rubber hoods and behind their gags, the three were finally secured and remained motionless, fearing internal damage should they move about on the twin dicks. From behind the seats, a short rubber strap was connected to the top of each hood and then shortened until each encapsulated head was pulled back hard against the seat headrest. Then a second strap was brought around the hood, aligned with the gag and the open mouth inside the hood and tightened as well, keeping the head strictly held against the headrest. Phillipa, the youngest, wiggled her ass in the seat, apparently seeking a better position on the invaders up her cunt and ass, all the while moaning and crying into the hood’s gag. Ann made no sound except a slight whimper as the two prongs drove deeper up into her body. Then she sat rigidly in the seat, allowing the slavers to secure her head and body further. Janeen resisted until the last strap was tight, her succulent ass jammed snug against the padded seat, the butt and cunt probes as far up inside her as they could go. Even when all of the straps were pulled to their stops, the blond daughter continued to shiver and shake, making her breasts jiggle enticingly.
“Hey, Honey,” one of the captors shouted into her rubber covered ear. “You might want to slow down. There are plenty of bigger ones than these that will soon be poking your pussy and asshole, so why not relax? Besides,” he added with a nasty grin, “Once we launch into the sea, the motion of the boat will give you all the thrills you want.” Janeen slowly stopped rotating her hips and tried to sit still.
Even at thirty feet in length, the launch bobbed like a cork in the waves and as soon as they cast off, the wave motion did exactly what the seaman had promised. Soon, as they picked up speed and headed for the distant ship on the horizon, all three women were crying, moaning, and rotating their bound hips in concert with the launch’s up and down and wave slamming motion. The three crewmen watched in lewd fascination as three fine pairs of tits surged up and down with the boat’s motion while muffled sounds of unwanted sexual stimulation emerged from the hoods. It was a long and tiring ride before the RIB pulled along side the rusting freighter and was hoisted aboard. The three Norquist women soon joined the Johnson girls, rounding out the already double-fucked captives. Ann and her daughters were soon mounted on the same poles with double dicks riding deep inside, experiencing the multiple sensations of the breast milking and impalement. Considering that they had been safe and happy aboard the Altuna only a few hours ago, the sudden change in events, resulting in being bound naked and mounted on double dildoes, milked and tormented endlessly was beyond comprehension for all five women.
