0 comments/ 97673 views/ 4 favorites Castle Busenstien Ch. 02 By: FINC "Hi could you write about a couple I know? The wife is called Janelle. She is 40, kind of tall (5 ft 10 inches), still very attractive, short blonde hair, 38D breasts 30 waist 38 hips. She is strong willed, a nurse. She loves sex although she is devoted to her husband she misses the days when she was free to fuck as she pleased. The husband is Kevin. He is 42, 6 foot 2 inches, wears a beard, and has dark brown hair, with some streaks of gray showing. He is heavyset, overweight. He is not well-endowed, having a 5.5 inch cock. He is thoughtful, kind, and a little kinky, loves his wife dearly and has no clue that she doesn't feel 100% satisfied with their sex life." An E-mailed readers request. Janelle had been getting steadily more bored, their holiday was running out of steam. Her husband had convinced her to come all this way for the scenery and to be together. However in the last three days he'd spent all his time milling around this excavation site. They had met a group of archeologist's earlier that week and had been convinced to visit their site deep in the hills of Transylvania. The Romans had come just about as far as this before giving up and the border fort their new friends had found was well preserved just under the soil. Her husband had found the digging and shifting of dirt fascinating, Janelle unfortunately had not. The only real plus point for Janelle was that the tented encampment had a bbq every night; and she rather enjoyed the company of the younger students and academics. That evening, she sat slightly worse for wear, drink the only thing readily available on the meager site. And tonight to her annoyance the group had a new visitor and Janelle felt a little put out. Even her husband had fawned over the blonde woman who had kindly dropped off supplies. And now this new visitor sat with them laughing and fluttering her eyelids; some of the younger men around her like puppy dogs. Seeing Janelle on her own Lady Busenstien came over to introduce herself. The younger woman was very polite saying how lucky Janelle was to be here with all these men. Janelle laughed and invited her to sit feeling that maybe she shouldn't be so shallow. They struck up a conversation Kristen explaining her village was the only one within 100 miles and she felt sorry for the poor dears out here with no where to re-supply. Janelle thought how kind she had been, not snooty even though her aristocratic title would suggest it. Kevin who had paid little attention to his wife that evening came over to get in the conversation as well. Janelle felt the anger building again, already aware of how her husbands eyes had popped from his head when the black clad beauty had sauntered in earlier. As the drink flowed Janelle got more and more annoyed until finally she suddenly stood up and stormed off. In her tent she felt foolish and embarrassed. There was a person behind her. "I hope it's nothing I've done?" Whispered a sweet German voice. Janelle turned to see Lady B. "Oh no, no it's not your fault, just my husband he a typical man." Kristen smiled a knowing smile, "oh mm yes." Then put her finger to her mouth as if thinking. "Why don't you come back with me tonight, give him something to think about." Janelle thought for a second. "No I couldn't." But the blonde beauty insisted. "Ja, sure you can its only 50 miles. I'll send the car back here to pick him up in the morning. Leave him a note. You'd love my home." She felt unsure. Kristen continued "You can both continue your holiday with me." Janelle finally nodded. "Yes why not, com'n let him stew for the night," and she searched for a pen. Janelle took a small bag and hurried out giggling with her new friend like naughty school girls. She had been wearing a denim skirt and boots with a denim top Cow girl style, and had decided it would be enough to keep the chill away. "Ready when you are." She said sniggering; Kristen having to take her arm the drink hitting home in the cold air. The black Mercedes was parked a little away from the camp site and was only just visible in the near pitch black. Kristen opened the rear door. "Here sit in the back, ride in comfort." Janelle bent down to climb in. She peered inside and froze seeing a shape on the seat. "Oh my god what oooh uggzzzzzzz!" Her body went limp as she collapsed into the car. Kristen lifting her legs in, tazer gun in her hand. Janelle came around slowly, her head spinning her body uncomfortable, in fact very uncomfortable. The car was stationary though maybe a few miles from were it had been a quarter of an hour earlier. She tried to move then realized her arms were bound. "Oh my god." She moaned looking down. She was sat on the back seat arms tied back to either side of the rear window struts, so her shoulders were pulled flat to the back rest her busom thrust out. The top 4 buttons had been undone and the denim barely held in her white soft tits. Below her dress had been pulled up to her waist, her long legs, boots still on spread very wide the ankles attached to unseen bonds in the foot well. But it wasn't this exposed position that made her moan. As she had got into the car she had noticed the rear seat; in the middle it appeared to have a hatch out of which a fat dildo sprang upright. Now that same dildo was almost missing the bendy Perspex shaft curving up into her twat as she sat straddling it. Kristen was in the front seat looking over her shoulder. "Just an hour or so trip my dear," and with that she turned on the ignition. Janelle convulse with shock. The dildo must somehow have been connected to the drive shaft directly below as it began to vibrate matching the engine revs. "Oohh God ooohh what oohh please oooooooo!" Janelle gave a long moan her lips pouting eyes wild as the car set off on its long journey. The ride was rough, pot holed and uneven. Each thud of suspension kicked back up into the poor woman's cunt. "Uggh uhh ooohhh." The vibrator was about 7 inches long, 6 inches inside. Her body was bound so rigidly in a seated position there was no way she could lift herself free. The cock buzzed, the thing filled with small ball bearings which wriggled and clattered sending tingling sensations all the way up her shaft. "Ooh you fucking bitch ugggh oh ooohh!!" Wailed the short haired woman, her final blouse button popping; her bare breasts bulging out. Kristen was looking in the mirror every so often, listening to Wagner on her stereo. The rubber cock was unrelenting, even when Kristen slowed to almost a halt the old engine still rattled transmitting the vibration deep into her slit. "Uuggghh stop please awwwwww!" But Janelle could get no sense from the bitch. "Why, uggh stop why are you doinggg uggggggggggggggggggh god, fuck fuckkkk!" The sensations were getting unbearable, her thighs ached, her arms numb and it had only been 20 minutes. 20 minutes of constant deep holed vibration! Kristen spoke, her blue eyes narrowing to slits a wicked glint in them as she looked in the rear view mirror. "The cock must be really getting to you, no? The metals balls are so naughty don't you think?" She pulled over and leaving the engine running stepped out. Although now not as rapid, the thing continued to hum around her wet slit. Janelle looked down between her legs. "Oh God," the bitch had greased the thing before mounting her on it.The white gel foam rimming her bare hole now visible. Also other juices, her own were appearing. "Ohh no please!" She thought, the sensations building. Kristen leaned against a tree cigarette in her hand listening to the chugging engine and the grunts in the rear cabin almost as if it was any other evening drive. Her captive had fine big tits and great child bearing hips. A little old maybe but the right looks and well she had to admit, she like breaking the fiery ones. Louder and louder groans came from the car. She opened the door looking in. "Get the fuuuuck off me you uggh bitch!" Screamed Janelle, as Kristen put her hand down to spread her lips examining the fucked entrance. "Umm your getting wet you dirty girl. I think I'll help you along." And with that she produced a small pot scooping a glob of jelly out of it. "Ooooooooh!" Janelle writhed more as the vixen smeared it onto the bound woman's hardening clit. The gel stung, burning making her see spots in front of her eyes. "Ooh its burns uggggggghh." Kristen climbed back in to the driving seat and set of again, her captive red faced, sweat running down her neck between her barely contained tits. The sensations began to get too much, the humming, vibrating tool nudging deep, the friction on her walls now unbearable. "Ooohhh oooh ugggg!" She had stopped making sense now only groaned and wailed the cabin so hot she felt she would pass out. The climax came finaly, her pelvis suddenly becoming tense, her clit fat and on fire. "Ohh arrrhhhhhh! Ugh no, no nooo awwwwwwwww!" Her pussy was flexing the fluid visibly oozing around the cock base onto the leather seat. "Ohhoooooooooohh Jesus nooo! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh" She screamed; bucking, trying to wrench her arms and close her thighs. Kristen carried on driving a smug grin on her face. Janelle was a sweaty mess. "Uggh please let me of it now, ugggh!" But it appeared she wasn't going to. "The gel will keep you excited for a little longer. I think you'll come again before we get there." Explained Lady B with a sexy wink. Janelle was slumped half conscious in the backseat by the time the car neared the village. She had indeed come twice more in fact; her puss now slack and very sore. She could see a large dark building on the cliff its windows illuminated, long deep slits; and as the car rounded a bend three figures appeared in the dead ahead. Janelle didn't care about her exposed position, her energy completely sapped. It was man in camouflage; behind him two young men 18 maybe, both with large automatic pistols looking oversized in their teen hands. Kristen leaned from the window. "Good evening." She said in an elite manner. "And how are your boys? Teaching them well I see" She'd admired the stealth at which they had ambushed her. The man spoke proudly. "They're the best by far my lady." She smiled again."Hmm good. Have them come to the castle tomorrow." The man snapped his heels and nodded as she drove off."Jawol!" Janelle once in the castle grounds was pulled from the car by a number of hands. The figures frog marched her inside her legs giving way. They half carried her along, boots scrapping on the polished stone floor. One helper was a man tall and athletic, the other a young women dressed in a plain tight black dress uniform with black stockings and heels. Kristen followed behind. "Lets not waste any time, we only have till morning." She said in a professional tone. Janelle finaly hung in the warm tower room. From her stretched standing position she could see out of the narrow window 100 ft down to the village, a sheer drop. She had been stripped naked apart from her heeled cowgirl boots. Though 40 her figure was firm, hips large, curving to a fine waist, her blonde short hair now almost brunette with black streaked highlights from the sweat. Her arse was slightly too large so were her boobs, as Kristen had observed, a fine fleshy wench. Her legs were apart supporting herself, her naughty shaved pussy (Something her husband adored) pouting embarrassingly. Kristen was in front of her, dressed in flying trousers and boots, like a WW1 pilot. Along side was the young man panting after struggling to string his captive up. "What are you going to do? Please just stop." She moaned her arms aching. Kristen explained delighting in telling her; the sweet German woman that she had met earlier now an evil lustful witch. "You're bosom is wonderfully round, nipples so fat. We have a device for milking them." Janelle moaned swaying slightly. Kristen trailed a hand across the bound woman's waist as she struggled to pull away. "Also I would so like to punish your ass." Janelle moaned again, "punish me, why? Milk me how? What the fuck for? Awww oh god someone help me." Back at the camp Kevin read the note. "Gone with Kristen, will send car at breakfast. Love Janelle." He rubbed his head. He'd been a fool. Why would she think he wanted that pneumatic blonde tart anyway; he loved his wife. In the high tower Janelle was only able to watch as Hans rudely groped each of her breasts rubbing the nipples, smearing Vaseline onto the pimply pink surround. They indeed did have a strange machine, like a compressor with two milking suction tubes coming from it. He couldn't resist a quick suck on each nipple making her moan in disgust. "Unnnn fuck!" Then the machine started and the cups were attached with a filthy sucking noise. "Slock!" "Ohh shit uggg!" The machine instantly began to tug the ends half an inch in. "Uggh!" The air was been removed the vacuum teasing the nipples. "Mmmmm no, no, mmmmmm!" The sensation wasn't too painful more a continuous ache and throb. Her head was lolling to one side and she looked up over her lashes. "Ooooohh please!" She moaned horrified. Kristen had a long syringe in her hand the end dripping fluid. Janelle froze gritting her teeth as the bitch injected one then the other tit. "Hormone enhancement, very concentrated. Your breast will harden and grow slightly over the night as they produce the milk they think they need." Hans checked the attachments and nodded to his sister. "Good, now can you leave us Hans?" Kristen said sweetly stroking a black whip with her long fingered hand. "We girls have a lot to get through." The suspended blonde wife screamed, her voice echoing around the tower. The caning of her ass was searing through her flesh to her thighs making them quake. The bitch was angling the whip to hit both cheeks. Acting like a school mistress, ordering her to bend more, informing her just before it hit. "Ja, and another one." Whack! "Hmm bend more! Over you go bitch. Again!" Whack! "Eewwwwwwwiieeee!" The spanked woman swayed and howled, the heavy suction tubes bouncing as her tits sprang forward. "Uggg stop, ugghhh!" As she whipped Kristen talked about the Reich. About her master race, how Janelle would give herself to the village, fucked by an Aryan superman to bare his child. "No, no awwwww eieeeeeeeeeeee! My husband he'll uuggghh find me." Kristen smiled pushing her victim's shoulders forward to raise her ass for the next swipe. "Yes my dear," she laughed agreeing; "he will, he will." Whack! Finally, thankfully, Kristen stopped. Janelle exhausted hung limp. The milking cups making her tits sore, the enlarged teats throbbing at each piston suck. "Try to sleep. By morning you're tits will have swelled and the machine will be greedily filling its jar." And with that the tall vixen left the room not even bothering to lock the door. If you'd been passing the east tower at that moment the wail of despair from the turret high above would have filled you with dread. Kevin awoke the next morning eager to see his wife. He washed and combed his beard, brushing the gray streaks in his hair back in long distinguished strands. He pulled his portly frame into his pants tugging the buckle tight on his belt. Beep! Beep! Outside his cabin was the long black limousine. The driver was getting out. Tall, too shapely to be a man, the curvaceous creature walked slowly up to him, She was dressed in a chauffeurs outfit with peaked cap, her smile warm her feature reminiscent of a stunner he'd seen in a movie not long back. "Good morning sir," said Becky her perfect complexion highlighted by ruby lips, "your wife sends her love." The young beauty helped him load his cases and he lingered on her bent body as she filled the boot. She caught his eye and he blushed looking away. "When you're ready sir," she purred. The back of the car was spacious and he was grateful of the room; his large size and height usually cramped in taxis. The center of the seat seemed to bulge uncomfortably apart from also been slightly damp, so he sat to one side therefore been able to glance at the captivating eyes of his young driver. She didn't seem to want to engage in conversation, however from time to time she glanced back almost wickedly as she navigated the winding road. He sat fidgeting a little bored then noticed a compartment on the back of the driver's seat. "A drinks cabinet maybe?" He thought to himself. He twisted the catch and it opened, an old large book falling out. He caught it, opening the binder. He almost immediately slammed it closed again and just caught the eye of the girl watching him through the rear view mirror. He blushed, but had to look inside again. The page he had opened on had one exquisite drawing; a woman, reminding him of Jessica rabbit, all hair and enormous tits. She was struggling as a man held her waist, his free hand inches from an enormous long nipple. The woman's hips were wide curving down to another man, pliers in his hand the pincers just wide enough to take the girls erect tit point. His other hand was on his erupting long cock as he sprayed her statuses thigh and calf. The stunner's eyes seemed to look out at Kevin, and he felt his cock hardening, his mind racing with thoughts. Her mouth was excited, cheeks puffed. She would feel the man's finger nip her tit end hard any second. He would hold it for his friend to clamp his steel device around.She was on heat, lustful, how she would writhe, the spunk rubbing across her legs as she wriggled in pain and ecstasy. His head was swiming!The secret nazi geometry of lust etched into the art work unhinging his mind. He sat back, red faced panting. "Oh,uhh cough, Jesus what is this?" The girl continued to drive. "Are you ok sir?" Kevin felt his cock twisting in his pants trying to spring straight. "Uggh just a little hot." He replied trying to close the book. He could see her long neck over the seat, red hair just visible tucked under her hat. Her face was so sexy, fat kissable lips, such a young taut body all dressed up prim and proper. "Ooh fuck, its soo hot in here." He moaned his brow glistening. The car came to a halt Becky getting out and opening the rear door. She climbed inside placing her round fabric ass on the seat her legs together. She took her hat off and her hair tumbled down the side of her face. "Oohh I don't feel too well." He said then blushed realizing the obscene picture was still in full view of this red headed angel. She gently closed the book putting it back were he'd found it. "Oh god you're so pretty," he said without thinking. He couldn't believe it; what was wrong with him, the cock in his pants rock hard. Becky smiling back wiping the hair from her face. "Would you like to show me something sir?" She asked innocentley her lips slightly open. He gulped as she unbuckled his belt his pot belly bulging, his cock now straining through the fabric. "Oh, oooh miss oooohh!" She unfastened his zipper the stubby thing fully erect, her slim delicate hand stroking the foreskin tugging it down to its limit making his pink head judder. "Oooooooo! She tugged straight up and down her eyes amorous, lashes fluttering. Her long soft finger caressed his ribbed flesh her ruby nails scratching his tender head. "Oohh yes you horny little bitch ooohhhh!" He gasped unahamidley. She just continued to wank, a constant rhythm still sitting prim, eyes concentrating. His hand grabbed her neck, "ooh suck it, suck it off!" She gave him a hard slap across the face. "Sit back you worm, pull your pants down. Are your balls just as small?" Castle Busenstien Ch. 02 He gulped dragging his pants to his knees embarrassed his cock now red with the hard jerking. Her other hand reached down to cup and squeeze his nuts. "Ughawwww!" He groaned his head swimming. "Be still!" She snapped as she increased her pace. "Oh, oh, oh ooh, yes, yes, ooohhhhh!" Becky gave a school girl yelp of delight as his prick shot, the spunk flying straight up like a stuttering fountain. "Awww ugghhhh!" Two, three last tugs then with the slime across her hand she finally slowed and stopped. She climbed out wiping the come from her hand with a hanky chief not speaking a word. And it was another 10 miles further on before Kevin stopped panting and pulled up his stained pants. Janelle had managed to get a few awkward dream filled hours sleep. Her arms had gone completely numb and she had to be help to stand. Her tits were also sore beyond belief the ends now weeping white liquid the jar ahead of her now a quarter of a pint full. She gave the first of what she knew would be many groans that day. "Aaahhhhhh mussst stop pleaseeeeeeee!" Hans examined the bottle. "Very good such a great amount from such a lovely cow." She sensed someone else in the room. It was the two teenagers that she had seen last night on patrol. Both were naked their bodies firm, smooth, hairless. Hans undid her hands from the bounds and she fell to the floor mat. Her first instinct was to pull the tit suckers but the seals were too tight she just spasmed with pain, "oooohhhhh!" Hans crouched down, "these young men are going to fuck you hard. Their seed is important to us; your tits are ready for pregnancy, be assured your womb is too." The two boys were erect, their cocks hard, lightly haired and pink. They descended on her while Hans watched. Janelle could only groan her mind accepting the inevitable. "Oh god this is it!" Janelle had never been with two men before. She felt hands all over her, on her hips, under her neck inside her thighs. The young mens cocks were slapping her leg and waist the owners frenzied with teenage lust. "Look at her tits, ahh ooh fucking slut!" Slap! "Bend her over hmm hmmm how do you like that bitch?" She howled as one fingered her anus two digits in. The other stroked her tits getting the same response. "Good there soo hard and fucking sore." "Eiiieuggghhh!" She bucked as the other also groped in delight. "Open that mouth, come on swallow some cock." Janelle dry mouth filled with hot young flesh. These boys were young enough to be her kids and she slurped in disgust on his young tender head. "Mmmgghhh!" The other was pulling her up onto her knees her lacerated arse stinging to his touch. "Uggh yeah uggh fucking knell you bitch oh ooohhh yeahhhh!" She coughed on the mouth cock the other young blood easing up her pussy. "Oh god ohhh please!" She wailed in her head. The boy was thrusting hard making her gag on his friend's tool. "Ugh, ugh, oh you 're tight and hot, uggh!" He reached round gripping, her tits tubes clattering on the floor. "Mmmhhhhhh!" She shook in discomfort her breasts still squirting over and over filling the jar. He lent back to begin his serious penetration, "ah ah, ah, ah." His friend slapped her face away from his cock. "Too much whore I nearly filled your mouth!" Hans was supervising making sure the boys would empty up her with their loads. "Now harder yes, yes do it." The young mans first spirt was weak, his second a torrent. "Ugggghhhh oh, oh!" Janelle gasped feeling her walls splattered with Aryan seed. His cock quickly subsided and in disappointment he withdrew. The other boy was more patient, he caressed her butt. "Stay on all fours you horny cow." The room was silent just the sucking of the machines and Janelle now constant low moan of discomfort. The boy pressed onto her. "Hold still uggh yes ugggh that's deep uggh ah ah ah!" She rocked obediently his hands on her shoulders and back thankfully letting her abused tits hang loose. His cock was long and firm and she gulped as he fucked hard nudging her deep inners, "Oh, oh, oh!" She grunted to his enormous delight. "Yes you like it, come on work that fat ass uggh it's coming its coming uggh ooohhhhhh!" Her throat swallowed as she felt him fire a wad inside her pussy. "Ugggghhhh no more please ugghhh!" Suddenly the sucking machine fell silent and Hans caressed her sore tits. He smiled, slightly twisting the tubes and she gave a screech as each nipple was plucked from its glass vacuum. Slock! One of the teenage boys was near her again this time with a strange mask, wires hanging from it. The woman screamed as he fastened it over her sweaty face pulling it tight. Voices started in her ears, then lights then she yelped as Hans began to cane her ass, last nights punishment not deemed enough. Kevin had only just recovered from the temptresses attentions when his transport spun into the courtyard. The blonde beauty he had seen last night was waiting there looking even more stunning in the day. He climbed out sheepish wondering what his driver would say. But Becky just smiled and walked into the main hall. "My wife, is she here?" He asked feeling relieved. "Of course but she's showering I believe." Kristen explained smiling warmly. "She's a very fine woman." Kevin nodded proudly in agreement He was then escorted inside to the drawing room. He sat on a long luxurious sofa; Kristen sitting across from him long legs crossed her appearance immaculate. She began to explain all. "I'm afraid Janelle is going to be staying with us from now on." As she spoke at length he frowned confused. The woman was mad, what the hell was she talking about. Stay here, new husband, master race? He got up face turning red with anger. In the door way he saw his wife, dressed only in a towel her hair wet, legs still damp. "Janelle what's going on what are you doing for Christ sake?" Escorting her in was Hans also in a towel. Kevin's anger grew and he stammered unsure of himself. "Li li listen, I want some explanations." "Be quiet!" Demanded Kristen,"and sit down!" Kevin tense his arms, his hands as fists. "Don't be a fool you are no match for Hans, accept it." Kristen said her voice now belowing. Kevin saw the man's six pack figure, a body engineered to perfection and he reluctantly relaxed. "Sit now!" The bitch demanded. Hans also sat down Janelle kneeling at his side. Her face was tired her eyes blank. At the door now stood one of the young men in full black kit swastika on his arm. In is hand an old ww2 machine pistol. The gun was well oiled and obviously in full working order. He approached leveling the barrel towards Kevin. Kristen introduced the young buck. "This is Janelle new husband; she'll soon be bearing his child, if he's not impregnated her already." Kevin shook with rage the boy's eyes delighted, showing he'd already sampled his new busty wife. Hans unfastened his towel exposing his long limp cock, totally bald. "A demonstration I think!" And Janelle nodded placing her head in his lap her mouth swallowing the floppy monster. "Ooh god nooooo," Kevin choked not knowing what to do. She began to take long slurping sucks the head expanding the shaft quickly hardening. Hans leaned back caressing her head. "Lick under the head, ahhh yes swallow deeper ugghh! Suck harder good!" Janelle obeyed her cheeks bulging in her mouth full of saliva," slurp, suck mgghhhhhh!" Kevin shook his head over and over as the man's cock became enviously hard. Janelle carefully savored his pink fat head her lips wet with her own juices. "Mmmmmm." Kristen smiled enjoying the view. "Your wife has such a lovely ass. A little sore at present; but still full and womanly." Kevin could see her butt pressed out, the towel only just reaching below her waist. Her cheeks were bruised; long straight welts where she had taken the cane punishment. Kristen continued with her teasing. "Have you ever fucked her rear hole? Hmm no? Do you think she could take his cock up there?" Kevin was shaking, his wife been so obedient not even flinching when Kristen had said what she had in store for her. Hans ordered his wife to stand up, and then tugged the towel away so she was fully exposed. Janelle just groaned a little as he pulled her down onto his lap facing away from him. Kevin began to shout. "No Janelle for god's sake." Hans put his arm under her closed knees and raised both legs tight together. Her ass stretched and Kevin could see the hard cock sliding against her butt crack. Her hands were down spreading her cheeks the pink anus winking at him as Hans pointed his cock towards the tight entrance. His wife gave a long moan the cock forced against her hole. Hans was lifting his waist pushing slowly but firmly. "Ugghh oooooohhh agggggghhh!" Janelle gasped then gave an anguished groan as her ass was slowly busted open. "Oooooohhh uggghhh!" The cock was disappearing between her stretched rectal mouth. Her swollen breasts were pointing to the roof as her back arched her teeth gritted the cock now 4 inches and more inside. "Ooohh god ugghh mmmmmggggg!" Kristen laughed. "The bitch likes it.! Look at how her ass hole is stretched round my brother's cock!" Kevin couldn't take his eyes of the seated couple. The man's fat balls almost the only visible part of his cock the shaft sucked inside her. Then he slowly pulled out making Kevin wince with the length of shaft he had eased up her. Janelle gave a satisfied yet painful moan. "Ohh yesss master ugghh!" He jerked back up gripping her waist holding her knees high. "Ugghh master! Ohh ohhh!" He began to pump her ass red with the friction her face tensed but aroused, "uggh uggh oh fuck, uggh yeah, yeah arrgggg shit, shit ugghhh!" He gave a grunt as his cock came too far out springing from her hole, the black void visible as her muscles tensed back close. She shrieked as he hungrily forced it back in. "Ugghh ja, ja ugghgh ugghh!"She gasped her accent now with a taint of German. Her nails clawed the back of the seat as she struggled to hold herself steady his bucking becoming rampant. "Oh, oh, oh, oooh uggh more, more fuck me ugghhhhhhhhhh!" Janelle was shaking in sensation the fucking going on and on her husband drawn and despairing. Hans was an insatiable stud, would his cock ever tire? The man's bull size ball flapping in his hairless scrotum as the stud controlled his entry fast then slow holding the woman up and exposed using her like his own personal wanking device. "Ah, ahh ahhh, ugh take it you bitch ugghh." He fixed a satisfied glare at Kevin. "Uggh your wife she's soo hot, ugh ohh I'm coming I'm filling her ugghhhhh!" Janelle's mouth pouted like a fish gasping out of water as her lover gave a thunder of thrusts ejecting inside her busted canal. He hosed inside her before allowing her legs to fall pushing her from his lap. Janelle fell to her knees, hair matted, shoulder aching moaning over and over. Kristen stood up snapping her fingers to the teen standing with the gun. "Take her old husband away, he's seen enough." Kevin hardly resisted, standing sobbing his hands shaking, his wife still sprawled on the floor in a world of her own. Hans shouted back to the young man, "and then take your broodmare home." The boy nodded, making a mental note to fuck her in the ass once her pregnant belly had grown too large. Castle Busenstien had so many rooms and corridors; even Becky after many months could still not always remember which way was quickest. She had just shown her latest guest to their impressive quarters and as she returned she passed a locked door she now rarely visited. She paused, searched for the key and then entered the dim windowless space. The room was meager more like a cell, a bed and a few items the only comforts. In the middle of the room was a long teak chest, holes punched in its top. This was where the cells occupant spent most of his daylight hours. She kicked the side then knelt down unlatching a small hand size hatch three quarters of the way down. She reached in feeling her way. Kevin wriggled laying on his back facing up his black mask and gag stopping him from producing more than feint grunts. She found her target and began to tug at the small stubby cock, its shaft now pointing eagerly out of the hole. "Good boy," she purred, as she gave the gimp the same loving hand job she had done many times before. Inside the box he saw nothing, only heard her soft voice and felt the little human contact he now had these days. He wondered if his wife even remembered him, her life now so different from his. Becky's hand was beginning to blur, the jerking so fast; and in a few wonderful moments he would erupt in frustration and delight. He knew her red lips were only inches away yet never once had her wide mouth tasted him. In his head he pleaded knowing in torment that his desire would never be fulfilled. "Oh please... Suck, suck in the name of the fatherland suck!" Thank you for your request. Feel free for anyone to mail me their ideal babe for the Busenstien treatment. Finc Castle Busenstien Ch. 03 "I saw a movie some time back with a very horny scene of a stud and a teen in a men's washroom. The girl was so cute and didn't seem to be that happy on taking his cock. She was in a schoolgirl or maids uniform. I know it's not much but I just liked the imagery." Readers E- mail * * * * * The Trans-Caucasus express rattled along at a sedate East European rate of speed. The engine was an old Soviet diesel; red and battered the carriages compartment style, a corridor running down one side. Four compartments in from the first carriage sat a tired Hans Busenstien. The trip home from Belgrade had been tedious to say the least but now as the train weaved its way through his beloved ancient hill sides he felt more relaxed, his La Monde newspaper taking him some time to translate. His compartment door opened and a man looked in. He smiled and greeted Hans in a strong French accent. The man had seen the paper and thought he'd met a fellow country man. Hans acknowledged him back his accent obviously not Gallic, but his diction not bad. "Are these seats taken?" The man asked nodding to the opposing fabric bench. Hans shook his head allowing him to enter. "Hmm," he thought. "Looks like I'm going to have to tolerate some company." The man's wife followed apologising for her cumbersome suitcases. Hans immediately stood up to help her stow them away. She was thankful of his polite gesture and as he sat back down he caught sight of her daughter following behind. The young woman was probably eighteen it was so hard to tell with French girls, they seemed to ooze sexuality. She was slight with a small hand width waist. Her hair was long and black her eyes a seductive green. She smiled nervously as she sat down, her short white skirt showing pale knees, long legs tapering to white plimsolls. Hans gave her an uncomfortable stare, then a charming smile. He looked back at her father. "And how are you today?" He asked politely. The lovely girl watched out of the window disinterested as Hans struck up a conversation with the travelling family. As the trains guard came round for tickets he recognised Hans and snapped his heels together in respect. Hans travelled this route many times and people either knew of him or his elegant sister. The French family were impressed. "Oh its nothing, the man gives me too much respect." He laughed as the inspector backed out of the carriage nervously. He then smiled in mock embarrassment at the daughter, noticing how the young lady's eyes lit up in grudging admiration. She crossed and uncrossed her legs seductively half smiling back. Her name was Natalie, on college vacation with her parents. Hans was relived he'd finally managed to get a few words out of her but now bored with their company he looked at his watch; the train would be at his stop within the half hour. He got up and bid them a polite bowing farewell, noticing the disappointment on Natalie's face. Five minutes later he stood at end of the rear carriage searching for a cigarette. The young girl had been a stunning beauty. Ideal for his little world; a bit young to be raising warriors though, more ideal as a stormtrooper herself. He watched out of the rear window the track snaking away at speed. He felt in his coat pocket."Now where the hell is..." "Is this what you were looking for?" Came a soft voice from behind. He turned to see Natalie standing prim knees together, her hand holding out his cigarette case. He must have dropped it in the carriage back there. The trained was beginning to pass through mountain tunnels, some short others long each time the carriages plunged into darkness. She was standing fidgety not knowing what to say, looking rather embarrassed. She'd eagerly volunteered to catch up with him and hand back the solid silver case. But now she felt very out of her depth. The rear washroom door clattered back and forth as the train shook. The end of the train was used as an excess baggage store and the last four compartments were empty. Hans gave her a stern stare edging closer, Natalie backing nervously over strewn boxes. "Maybe you think I,m looking for something else my dear?" Now she definitely felt out of her depth, would he try to steal a kiss? Her heart raced. She yelped as his hands grabbed her wrists pulling her quickly into the cramped washroom. Once inside the rattling john he pushed his back against the door blocking her exit. The din of the enclosed tunnels and creaking rails masked her screams as he wrestled with her. "What? Get off me, uh, no, no, uhh!" Hans had his hands all over her; on her soft blouse, up her thigh to her knickers, along her calves his mouth sucking her neck. "Ooohhhhhhh no please!" She was begging in French for him to stop, but she could only scream as her blouse was ripped open revealing a petite bra covered bust. He held her waist lifting her onto the small raised wash area her legs kicking. "Be still," he ordered as his hand dragged her panties over her knees. Natalie's hands pushed out against the washroom walls the carriage rocking as the train twisted through the mountains. No please don't I'm a virgin." She begged as he ripped her skirt up to her tanned thigh. He pushed his fingers into her mouth her dazzling pupils widening, his other hand slapping her thighs apart the hairy bush visible. He tugged his zipper down and his cock sprang out. "Ohh heavens sir, noo its, uggggh oh, Non!" She squealed her bust rising in short pants, her hair twisted around her refined neck. Hans pushed her back flat to the cabin wall her legs hanging over the side of the shelf. His body moved between her sweet thighs his member hairless and rampant. He guided his cocks head over her mound searching for the soft firm entrance. "Aaagggggggg ug, ug nooooooo!" She moaned her nails clawing his blazer top, her thighs been pushed back and wide by his waist. Hans had found her virgin hole, his cock hungrily burying itself in a long deep thrust; Natalie's body convulsing. "Sssssshhhhhhhh!" He ordered his eyes looking into hers as she raised her voice. "Ahhhhhhhhh ugh, ugh, ugh!" Her mouth was gobbling the air, her eyes wide in sensation. Each thrust lifted her cute ass off the porcelain self her butt thumping down in rhythm to the train running over the tracks. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh" Hans had her doll like waist in his grip his fingers almost touching around her midrif as he held her down and steady for the pluging. Natalie shook her head biting her lip, her plimsoll feet hooking his waist to hold his rate of thrusting. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Her pussy was like a vice gripping his large cock with a fury he rarely felt. She screamed louder and Hans slapped her across the face not slowing his rhythm. "Be quite you little tart, ugh, ah, fuck, fuck your tight." Her soft white bra cleavage bounced up at him but he knew he had no time to play. He smiled at her as he lifted her up and down on him, the girl calming just a little; her sweet voice giving little cute indignant grunts. "Is that good?" She shook her head, teeth gritted, as he slowly loosened her virgin hole. A voice was heard outside above the rumbling wheels and the door handle went. Hans pressed a hand over her mouth and she gargled a cry, as he still continued to pump her methodically. There was a knock at the door but Hans didn't reply the effort of fucking starting to show on his face. The voice moved away back up the carriage and the whistle of the train could be heard as it signalled ahead to the approaching station. He gripped under a knee with each hand lifting and pushing them back and wide. Natalie slid more weight onto his hard pole her legs coming up so her knees were on her shoulder blades. "Ah, uggh, awwwwww ugh, ugh, ugh!" Her feet tapped at the wall either side of her ears the room still shaking and rattling as the train sped along. Hans could see down to his long, long dick pounding up her. The squashed position allowed him to explore all the way to her womb gates. She too looked down her hair tangled, eyelashes wet with tears. She could see his pale cock brilliant against her tanned olive skin, her pussy lips slurping on it as the flesh extracted then entered over and over, soo deep. "Take it all the way in little whore." He gasped. "A sexy teasing bitch like you deserves all my cock to the hilt uggh. Ugh, ugh, ugh oh ja I'm going to come! Ja, deep inside you, ughh!" She shook her head in terror and panic. "Oh please no, no. Stop you must uh, uh. Please do it over me, over my face anywhere but inside." She begged disgusted with herself but desperate to stop his unprotected spirt. Hans just pressed her knees harder against the wall shouting orders to her. "Ugh, ugh look down bitch ugh Ja, ja agggg, aggeeeiieeeeeeeee!" She cried in sensation and disgust seeing the cock blurring in her pussy the friction painful the stuttering ejaculation of semen feeling alien inside her hot wet place. Her arms were rigid gripping the wash basin shelf, her calves flapped the little shoes slapping against the white walls. "Oh, oh, uuuugggggg oooohhhhhh no, no, no awwwwwwwwwww!" She moaned her insides awash with Germanic come. The decrepit station, no more than a platform was still nearly a hundred miles from his home. Hans stepped from the carriage the train guard giving a discreet sharp salute. His limo was parked under the trees and Hans shook the guards hand then watched as the train departed. As the carriages moved off he could see Natalie's Father searching the cabins. He saw Hans then pointed and shouted knowing it had been him she had disappeared off to see, and now she was missing. Hans turned without expression and headed for his car. Natalie was found locked in the rear carriage toilet ten minutes later. The guard was shocked and agreed to help in any way. The authorities would be notified but who was this man the girl kept talking about. The guard had never seen him or heard of him, much to the French family's frustration. Other passengers, all locals would be questioned but none could or would ever identify him. They knew too well to keep out of the affairs of any Germanic aristocracy they could possibly meet deep in the heart of Transylvania. * * * * * Hope this does the trick, but I reckon it would have been hornier if you'd based your fantasy on someone you knew. Still never mind. E mails always appreciated. Finc Castle Busenstien Ch. 04 "I loved your story! I would love to find myself a guest! My name is Inga ~ I have blond hair, blue eyes, am 5'6", 155lbs, 36DD tits, and a strong body from athletics my whole life. I loved the sexual torture! Great writing and imagination! I'm an extremely confident woman. I enjoy heated debate, and intelligent conversation. I can be a coy flirt and have an extremely strong sex drive. I am used to being in charge and tend to be a dominant personality in almost all situations. I abhor discrimination and would probably verbally confront and challenge any type of discrimination. I have in the past stepped into other peoples business if I see someone being abused or picked on verbally and would put up a ferocious fight if I, or my friends or family, were in danger or being attacked. My hair is very thick and hangs down just past my bra strap. It is a bit wavy and all one length. I'm 33. I've been told that I have bedroom eyes, and that I have sexy lips because they are full. " - Extracts from readers e-mails * * * * * 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. On the other side in 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 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 long haired blonde woman. She was dreaming; almost smiling with her full lipped mouth as she slumbered, her big breasted 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. Inga began to stir from her hazy bizarre dreams. She felt like she'd slept for years. Not quite, the drugs had made her lapse 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 Inga remembered was the mall. She was on her way home then she'd seen crowd in heated debate. A skin head young man had been stood on a podium ranting racist remarks. Around him stood red neck type thugs in combats all looking smug. The group had the nerve to have swastika arm bands and the surrounding crowd were shouting and swearing. Inga couldn't believe she was seeing this. There was freedom of speech but this was obscene. As she stood mouth open police officers arrived and a scuffle broke out. The young men were pinned one by one as more and more police arrived to the cheers of the indignant crowd. Inga cheered with the rest shaking her head in disbelief. She hadn't notice the man stood in a trench coat just to her right. Nor had she see him in the shadows as she entered the car park She lurched upright her feet touching the floor. Her heart sank as she felt the unmistakable vibration of a ship. Now she remembered. The man! The needle! "Oh my God I've been kidnapped!" Standing behind the large thug 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. Inga 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. Like the one she hissed and booed at in the mall. The witch spoke. "You! Goldilocks! Time to get up." Inga started to cuss and raised her voice but yelped as the fat oaf slapped her across her face. The other girls tittered and grinned stupidly. Inga screamed glaring at the other apparent captive women "What the fuck are you bitches laughing at? What the fucks going on?" She screamed again as the man grabbed her long mane pulling her out of the room her bare feet slipping on the corridor deck. Inga didn't get any answers, she felt claustrophobic as she was herded along narrow empty corridors every so often she past a stony faced seaman all of them ignoring her pleas. She was a strong woman but her captor was massive in comparison, muscles bulging, neck like a bulls. Ahead the growing heat and noise told her she was nearing the engine room. The spectacled woman turned to her as they reached the engine room door. "Be quiet!" She snapped. Inga 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 woman's strong thighs, the sexy eyes and buxom figure. "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. Inga started to sweat uncontrollably the room cramped with the engine housing like a long black slug running the length of the room. The multitude of tappets rocked back and forth like it was a crazy huge clarinet being 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 woman, curvy tanned legs under the short sack smock and laughed his missing teeth showing. Inga was pushed inside the old frauline closing the door and marching back down the ship. The confident Inga 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 was 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. "Oh god, shit!" 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 pussy 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!!" She was incoherent her head thrown back eyes wide in disbelief. The two men gripped her tits and waist mauling her. Mouths sucked her nipples; hands squeezed the ample mounds hungrily. Her body was drenched in sweat the men eagerly licking it from her neck, face and spine. "Ugggggh you ug bastard... fuck, fuck fuckkkkkkk!" She looked down at her slit her hands touching around the entrance but unable to lift herself from it. Already the grease was foaming and dripping from her hole the tip buzzing hard against her cervix. "Oh God oh god no no." The men laughed and leered making her lean forward, Inga moaning as the metal cock refused to bend with her. Her hands were strapped together and tied out in front of her. Now she looked like she was riding a motorcycle her raised fat round butt red with the heat, glistening with sweat. The men began the session. They took it in turns to spank her quivering ass her yelps drowned in the cacophony of the engine room. Slap! Slap! Slap! Over and over stopping only to smear grease onto her butt, rubbing it in so it glistened even more. As one slapped the other looked into her eyes grinning reaching under to tug on her ample tits; from time to time forcing a greased finger in her mouth. Inga was grunting, yelping, begging and screaming. Doing all, in no particular order over and over. Her eyes widened as one of the animals began to press his thick digit against her humming ass hole. Ohhhhhh, eiieeeee uggh ugggggggggggggggg!" His finger buried to the knuckle, Inga feeling it curl in her ass. "Ooooooooooooooo!" The big bald oaf was straddling the engine his muscled thighs pressing down over her arms, his exposed hardening cock waving in front of her face. Inga was shaking her head her eyes transfixed on his eagerly hardening rod. Time passed. The old Frauline checked her watch as she entered the blazing hot room. Inga lay almost unconscious over the engine block. Her whole body was shaking her legs now limp either side of it. She was just finishing her hour of indignity. The old chief was stood next to her his cock rock hard pounding into her mouth. She was slurping and gagging her eyes misted over the spit dripping from the side of her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as he rammed home. The bald huge man was sat exhausted. God he'd fucked her mouth for ages. She'd struggled at first but she couldn't resist his constant pressure on her lips. She'd choked and he nearly made her pass out till finally he'd let off all the way down her throat. He'd definitely emptied the lot into her gut; not a drop had been spat from her lips before the old chief had begun thrusting into the slack mouth . "Uggggggggggggggg ug ug ug!!" Now the old fucker was coming; holding her long mane pulling her mouth fully onto him till her wide full lips pressed on his hairy base. "Ukkkkkkk jaaaa!!" "Hmmmmm? Seventy minutes." The witch noted. "Its time to remove the bitch from her little horse." Both men snapped to attention somewhat exhausted limp cocks hanging ridiculously. Inga coughed and gagged her throat slimy her tongue unable to ignore the taste. Her hips and pussy were numb and she hardly felt herself been lifted. Once on her feet her legs gave way and she collapsed. She was dragged back to the cell the other captive women helping her onto her bunk, still giggling. The old bitch gripped Inga's panting face squeezing her cheeks together in a forced pout. "Get some rest Frauline. Perhaps you will get some explanation the next time we come for you." Inga rolled onto her bunk her body limp and she began to drift off to sleep, the constant engine noise reminding her of her horrid experience astride it. It was night outside and the ship s cut through the flat calm ocean towards it rendezvous point. The next morning Inga awoke to the horrid recognizable sound of the steel cell door opening. The jack boot crone stood there again. She smiled looking at the sultry compliant faces of the other captive girls. Then to the confused blinking eyes of Inga. "I hope you slept well. It is time to meet the Captain. Be sure to please him. Inga decided not to struggle this time. Flanked by two burly crewmen she followed the older woman along the corridors. Below decks the ship appeared to be kept in a well regimented style and only as she climbed the mesh stairs onto the deck did the craft take on a bedraggled rusted out look. The jack booted woman smiled back at Inga as she was coaxed along the deck towards the bridge. "From a distance this looks like any piece of sea salvage. That suits my master's fine." "Masters?" The captive blonde said nervously. The woman straightened her swastika arm band and Inga then realised she was the only one wearing this crazy Nazi shit. In fact most of the crew appeared like turks or orientals, not your normal master race. The woman nodded looking a little disdainfully at the two bulky crewmen. "Hm yes this crew and her captain serve my people well. And we in turn reward them well." Then looking Inga up and down she added," along with other fringe benefits." The woman continued with pride in her voice. "We have a home deep in ancient Eastern Europe; a castle even. Forget the old life, you have been chosen to serve us." Once again Inga questioned."Us?" The old woman narrowed her eyes. "The Fatherland!" Inga almost laughed. "You crazy bitch, this is the 21st centaury who the fuck do you people think you are? I suppose those bitches down stairs are all Nazied up as well? The woman gave a shrug of agreement. "They've had the benefit of been with us much longer than you. Yes, if that's what you mean. You're initiation shall we say will have to be a little more intense." The woman signalled for the thugs to hurry their captive along, Inga cussing and scoffing in disbelief. At the base of the bridge tower the group stopped allowing her to look out over the distant ocean. Where was she? How far from civilization? She suddenly felt very alone. The Frauline turned to her, speaking in a school mistress manner. "The Captain has a habit of throwing those that displease him to the sharks in these waters. We arrive at our rendezvous in four hours. By that time you will have needed to have made a choice. Are you with us or shark bait?" The woman then turned and walked away leaving the men to man handle Inga up the steps into the filthy command tower. Inside it was dim the windows grime covered; only hand marks on the glass for the crew to watch were they were steering. Inga felt very vulnerable in her bare feet and canvas smock all eyes looking at her. Sat in a large cushioned chair was the captain. He was a fat bare chest oriental. His head almost bald apart from a Chinese style pony tail. His fat lips and narrow eyes made him look like he was frowning continuously. Next to him stood the first mate, muscled, dark skinned, eye sockets almost black like a Bedouin swordsman. The first mate moved forward gripping her by the hand dragging her towards the captain's aft cabin. The captain rose his fat body swaying, his narcotics more disorientating when he stood. "Take over here," he coughed to the other crew. "I have entertaining to do." Once the captain was in the cabin he closed the steel door shut and bolted it with a metallic thud. The room was dirty but ornately adored. There was a large unwashed silk bed; beautiful curtains and rugs hanging from the walls. The few portholes let in strong searchlight type beams of daylight. The air was thick of scent and opium weed. Inga clenched her arms to her body the first mate still with a vice grip on her arm. "Look er captain I need to warn you that..." The big man burst out laughing. "Warn! Warn! Ha, ha, ha. It is you who needs to be warned. Many a woman comes to my cabin. You are no different to them; do not fool yourself with false arrogance." The captain picked up a vial of pink liquid. "The Uberfuhrer informs me you were a last minute choice, just someone they'd noticed and had to have. Well she fears she may have made an error in judgement. I have assured her that when we meet our rendezvous you will be unloaded with the other female cargo." "What, what are you going to..." Inga's nervous question was cut short. "Better you did not ask." He said ominously waving the vial in front of her. "But don't fear we have many potions and lotions to loosen your orifices and make the experience less unpleasant." Inga was jolted to attention the first mate gripping both her wrists together pulling them taut above her head. "Tie her wrists and string her from the ceiling!" Ordered the captain; almost casually. She screamed as the first mate fed the strong rope over a pulley hooked in the ceiling tugging down lifting her cute toes off the floor. "Ohh awwwwwww ugh ahhhhhh that's too tight!" Inga's wrists felt the rope grip. She swung slightly as the ship rolled increasing its pace through the water. The sweat was pouring from her face over her wide lips her eyes sparkling but terrified. There was a rip, the seaman cutting up the back of her sack cloth poncho then... Both men stood back to admire the sweaty naked woman. Her figure looked like a long necked bottle bulging at her shoulder and waist, her stretched arms the funnel. Her tits were like firm half coconuts on her toned frame; her thighs slightly firmer than she would like, her shins glistening with perspiration down to her painted toes. Her blonde hair cascaded over her impressive cleavage her thick lipped mouth pouting. She was looking wide eyed at them her mouth opening and closing without a sound as she panted. She wriggled and moaned as they neared, both men stroking her body admiringly, then they grabbed a knee and ankle each. "Uh ah what, what, uggggg!" Her legs were bent back to her body her knees pressing on her tummy just below her hard tits. She gasped her face a look of surprise and discomfort. "Ooooooohhhhhh." Her legs came either side of her face toes pointing to the ceiling. She groaned as her arms took the weight her ankles now been pushed to either side of her neck. The men lifted and pulled and she felt her toes touch for a second around the back of her straining neck. "Aaaaaaaaawhaaaaaaaaaaaa!" A double hoop rope slid over both feet binding them together the rope pressing on the back of her neck her bound feet touching the back of her head. She was trussed, hanging from the ceiling her ass cheeks stretched, her legs trying to return to the floor but bound up around her head. "Ooohhhhh Jezzzzzzz noooooo!" Her ass was almost pointing towards the front her pussy also pointing forward at an angle skywards. Now shaved her slit and shit hole were easily visible, sweaty, the skin stretched. The men began in earnest. Their fingers kneaded her ass flesh making her sway on the rope. "Good, oil her rear," said the fat bellied Oriental captain. His Arab friend began to pour lotion onto her sphincter and pussy slit, Inga moaning in disgust. She gave a yelp as the Arabs strong finger slid into her ass curling and searching, then another finger. The men grunted in satisfaction the captain also pushing his own slimy finger in. "Uhhhhhh no, no, no tooooooo!" Inga wailed as his finger forced itself in along side the other two. The men began to pull her rim outwards, grunting and concentrating trying to stretch her muscles, opening her ass up. "Be still bitch!" The Arab cussed his fingers parting inside her rim making her eyes roll. "Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!" The captain was more interested with penetration rather than width, his finger almost to the knuckle making a circular motion against her shitter wall. "Mmmmmmm aggggggggg!" She wriggled ignoring their order to stay still. She felt like they were trying to climb up inside her. The captain stood back his colleague still tugging her anal muscles wide trying to look up her dark tunnel. He held another container, the spout was lifted to her mouth. She tried to clench her teeth but the pointed funnel forced its way in. Castle Busenstien Ch. 04 "Drink, drink it!" She coughed, the sweet medicine like slimy water running down her throat. "Errrr what was that you bastards!" The captain was now opening a huge carved chest searching. "A relaxant my dear. You're too tense, this will ease the passage." With that he produced a thick long ivory dildo, the head carved like a penis the side bubbled like a corn cob. She begged as he smeared lotion along its length and angled it for penetration. "no, no, no! Aaaaggggggggg!" The Arabs fingers slid out of her just as the cock s head pressed in. Once he knew it was past her rim his fingers came away completely. "Ugggggggggggggggg!" The solid bent ivory corn cob pushed up her ass like a returning shit. "Ooooooooooo nooooooooooo!" She could do nothing but look down in horror her trussed body allowing them entry with sickening ease. "Mmmmmmm excellent so deep ah yes now there is resistance uhh!" Inga yelped, the head trying to push straight, her canal bent double. "Uggggg ug, uggg, uggggg, ggggggggg!" He was gently nudging the monster as deep as it could go. The Arab laughed. "How do you feel slave?" Inga could only gulp and thrash as the captain began to dildo fuck her ass in slowly increasing thrusts. "Ugh, ughhh, ughhhhhh awwww, awwwwww no no no no uuuuukkkkkkkk!" The Arab was waving a potion under her nose the smell sending stars dancing in front of her eyes. "Oooh God this can't be ugggggggg ugggg, ugggg I feel feint!" The Arab pinched her cheek to snap her out of it. Her ass felt like it was a gaping hole, the captain widening it with circular motions of the dildo. Her muscles felt wet and loose a farting noise coming from her butt as her sphincter belched. The Arab pushed an ivory bit between her teeth. "Bite on this, prepare yourself." She felt the ivory phallus slide effortlessly from her lose hole dropping to the floor with a thud. The captain began to pour oil over her big firm tits his hands then massaging the glistening domes. Squeezed between her knees the knocker thrust out nipples close together pointing straight ahead. He groped, his hand greased as much as her melons. The Arab was fixing her long blonde hair into a tied mane behind her head clearing her face and neck for his captain to admire. The fat boss looked into her eyes one hand sliding along her trembling butt. "Mmmmmmmmm!" She bit down in revulsion and terror. His fingers were pressed together like a cone as the tips pushed into her loose ass. His eyes widened in delight as he stared face to face with her. "Mmmmmmmmgggggggg!" She tried to thrash but he pushed her back onto his probing hand her muscles unable to resist. "Sllopppppp!" He fist was inside her the look on his triumphant face too embarrassing to bear. She spit the bit from her mouth groaning and begging. "Oooooh Jesus ohhh no you, you fucckkkkkkkkk ugggggh no slower slowerrrrrr!!" He began to pump up her hole; her canal exhausted and weakened by drugs. As he pumped he pushed her head forwards making her look down over her own big tits. "Yes its true see it with your own eyes. My hand is sooo deep inside. I can feel your hot wall yielding. Look at me, look at me you arrogant bitch while I fist fuck your ass!" "AGggggggggggg ughhhhhh ugh, ugh, ugh, n, n, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnawwwwwwwww!" She was dizzy her rectum bloated her rim burning around his fist. The Arab was pouring more oil onto his appearing and disappearing wrist, lubricating his fucking. His hand tugged at her rim trying to escape, he pulled harder her body swinging forward as he withdrew. Plop!!! The juices dripped from her slack dark pink hole the Arab pushing his finger back in, this time all of them. "Yes, yes, com on com on yesssssssssss!" Slock! She bucked and gasped his fist now inside her the man beginning to pump immediately. "Feel my hand bitch yesssss ride it, ride it!" The captain pressed her cheeks together in a pout. "Is it too much shall we stop?" He said almost looking concerned. Inga gave a single nod her teeth clenched her eyes shut. "Remove yourself from the slut passage!" The captain bellowed the echo vibrating around the metal walled room. Inga squealed as the first mate pulled from her instantaneously looking a little disappointed. The captain smeared his pot belly with his hand the grease and her juices trailing across it. He began to strip his baggy trousers kicking of his Ali Barbar slippers, the first mate following his lead. The tough confident woman looked down from her swinging position the men were naked and erect. "Bring the chair and position the mirror so she might watch!" Moments later Inga was groaning in resignation. Sat below her his tongue already tracing up her spine was the fat body of the captain. The first mate was slowly lowering Inga the few inches so her trussed body sat on his lap. His hands held her under her thighs his head around her waist looking ahead. A few feet in front of them was a large oval dressing mirror. She moaned as she could see her own ass hole touch then begin to swallow the captains cock. "Lower her more I don't wish to pump. Let her fat rear rest on my balls." She dropped another few inches his cock slipping straight up into her abused slack ass passage. "Mmmmmm uggggggg no no mmmmmmm!" She shook her head his big cock all the way in her sweaty butt putting some relieving weight on his thighs and cock base. "Good keep watching." He groaned in delight his hands pulling her ass cheek even wider his fat maggot rubbing around her sphincter rim. The first mate was positioning himself in front of her his curved pencil cock been angled down towards her filled rear hole. "Oh God, oh God no, no, ugh, ughh stopp stop aggggggg aggg awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" The captain gripped her ponytail base pushing her head to look around the front fucker's waist. "Look! Look at it going in!" Inga saw what she definitely felt. Two foreign cock buried in her ass at the same time one fat and pale the other narrow and almost black. Two pairs of balls bounce and twitched the captain's slimy finger visible pulling her butt cheeks wide almost to the point of tearing. "Ugggggggggg, ugh, guh. guh, guh, guh. Ukkkkkkkkkkkk!!!" Both men were thrusting, the Arab long hard jabs the captain more like deep buried nudges. She was foaming at the mouth, sweat in her eyes her body been bounced on the dirty bastards lap, both men grunting in delight. "Ugggggg yes, yes ohhh fuck you're going to split you dirty little bitch, uggggggggghhhhhh!" The sensation of two fat cocks in Inga's ass was making her eyes pop. The men were thrusting like hungry dogs, sliding their cocks against each others, forcing her sphincter to gasp and swallow. The first mate was near eruption but it was the captain sat on his ass who began to buck in joy "Uggggggggggg!" His cock released a torrent of come inside her, the fist mates ramming dick smearing it the full length of her anal canal. As the Captain's cock began to shrivel. His colleague began to groan. "Ugh, ugh, ughhhhhhhh!" Now he too frothed in her ass; long deep spits of come into her bowels. Both men slowly, gingerly extracted themselves from her sweaty, spunk filled ass. Inga spat at the exhausted men. "You dirty fucking bastards. I'll never give in, do you hear!" The men scowled and looked frustrated. "You are feisty," the Captain grumbled, "but we have some time left." At this exact moment there was a cry from the second mate on the bridge. "Ship ahoy!" The Captain's face grew pale and drawn. "Damn you bitch," He hissed, his voice coarse and unsure." They're early!" The ship had been at a full stop for over and hour before the loading had been completed. Lashed to the side of the rusty hulled ship was a jet black sleek submarine. It resembled an old world war two U- boat. In fact that was exactly what is was. But this one had been a prototype, one of a kind coated in whale skin to reduce detection. Back in 1945 it had pulled anchor and quietly crept out of its Baltic base hours before the advancing Russian had arrived. On its black skinned side was drawn the swastika and the Busenstien family shield. It had been a good servant over the years, running gold and drugs world wide fuelling its owner's wealth and influence. This latest cargo along with the tame females had already been stowed aboard. Now a single helmeted sailor stood watch on deck, machine pistol in hand as the other ships oriental crew were not welcome on the master races craft. The submarines Captain stood in the conning tower looking nervous. It was time to go, even this stealth designed craft could be seen from the surface, and they were only a few hundred miles from the European coast. But he knew he had to hold his frustration. On this voyage he had a very senior member of the family aboard, and she wasn't at all impressed with what she had seen to day. In the hot bowel of the cargo ship Lady Busenstien stood arms folded. Like normal she was dressed in a tight black cat suit, cleavage just held in place, ice white hair curled and flowing over her shoulders. She tapped her nails impatiently on her shiny black forearm. Flanked either side of her were two young soldiers, snapped to attention machine guns pointing ahead, silver steel helmets sparkling in the dim room light. "Well Captain," She said eyes glinting, "you have been useful to our cause, however I cannot accept failure." The cargo ship Captain nodded not daring to speak. The statuses lady spoke again. "The second mate will be in charge until you reach South America. You captain have been relieved of your command; as has my Frauline here." Lady B looked at the nervous old jack booted woman stood in the shadows fearful of her own life. "Maybe by the time you reach port you will all understand what it means to fail me." The German vixen then looked into the eyes of Inga. They'd only spoken a few words, enough words for Lady B to realise this bitch was no way near subservient enough for her household. Well not yet. "And you my dear will be more respectful if and when we next meet." Inga couldn't speak and she so wished she'd never answered back that long hour ago when the blonde had stridden onto the ship, everyone kneeling or saluting with raised straight arms. The confident moral American woman was now wearing a tight rubber gimp suit. It had holes for her eyes and mouth in the hood, allowing some of her sexy features to be exposed. Her hot tits were thrust through chest holes, her butt and pussy also exposed with flaps. She was trussed like a chicken hanging from a steel girder. The ex-captain and first mate stood naked, sweat pouring from their bodies. They had their hands tied behind their backs, thick cords around their rock hard cocks, gripping their ball sacks tightly. The ropes led up to the hand of the old Frauline who stood stern faced. "Captain," Lady B said sweetly caressing the face of the newly promoted second mate; "none of these wretches are to leave this room till Buenos Aries. If by then this girl is not a gibbering sexual slave I will have them all executed on the spot, and probably you too." The new Captain gulped and nodded then marched from the room to take command of his ship. The humiliated Frauline snapped her heels saluting determined that she would eventually be allowed from this sexual hell. "I will not fail again mien Lady, I swear." Lady B gave the old crone a nod of appreciation, and turning to the suspended Inga laughed. "Frauline is such an expert; please let them know what's in store. Tell this little bitch and these two fat fools what you have planned for them." Moments later the iron door closed and Lady B marched down the corridor flanked by her two guards. "Back to the ship boys" In the hot hold the two men didn't need to know the future, they could already tell. Their next two weeks would be ecstasy and hell over and over till they too would be no more than fuck toys by the time they reached South America. Inga gargled on her gag, as the old crone explained in detail. She had devices for clamping, sucking, slapping the strong woman's big firm tits. Air and water hoses for inflating her ass and pussy. She'd pour hot spunk down her mouth, pipe it up her ass. She'd make them all fuck, ramming dildoe's up asses, pissing in open mouths. She'd fist the men as they came; Inga as they rammed her other holes The list of indignities the old crone had in store seemed endless. And over the next two weeks to land fall it would almost prove to be.