0 comments/ 144248 views/ 5 favorites Excursion Gone Wrong By: hazel43 Warning, this story is violent. It is purely fictional. It is not based on anything that has ever occurred in real life. The nose of the cruise ship seamed stationary against the distant horizon. The equatorial sun was getting warmer on Karen's skin. It was only 7:30 am. she preferred to restrict her sunbathing to early morning and late evening, hoping to avoid any chance of getting skin cancer. The billowing clouds took on a variety of shapes. Karen amused herself by distinguishing what they looked like. The movement beside her was almost unnoticed until her husband's muscular hand appeared below her hat rim, holding a glass of orange juice. Looking up, she gratefully accepted the juice, as he settled down on the reclining deck chair beside her. Casually they discussed the planned activities. Soon they noticed the irregular shapes of an island on the horizon ahead. Their voices became excited as they discussed the two day island excursion that lay ahead. Knowing that they still had a couple of hours to kill, they decided to go to their cabin. Karen decided to wear the light green cargo shorts and a simple long sleeved cotton blouse that would protect her from the midday sun. She arranged them on top of the dresser, then took off her bikini and lay down on the bed. She watched Robert as he finish getting his clothes ready too. He had chosen light tan shorts and a party shirt. It was dark green with great big yellow flowers. He smiled at her as he pulled the swim trunks off of his long lean muscular body and dove onto the bed beside her. They embraced each other. Karen felt Rob kissing and licking the top of her breasts before working his way up her neck. His hands held her breasts, fondling her nipples as he licked, kissed, and nibbled his way to her ear, then to her gaping mouth. They messaged each others lips with the kiss as their tongues played hide and go seek with each other. Karen carefully grasped Rob's hardening cock. She turned, swinging her leg over his muscular chest. Rob grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing as she gently began nibbling the end of his penis. She slid her tongue into the tight little crevice, wrapped her lips around the head and suckled it. She slowly lowered her pussy as he guided her to his waiting lips and tongue. Karen always thrilled at the feeling of his thick eight inches sliding into her throat as she sucked it in. She carefully let her lips slide between it and her teeth to protect him. She began to bob her head up and down rhythmically. She felt the glory rising in her loins as Rob's tongue worked on her. He drove it into her, licking her deeply. she felt his hot tongue wiggling against the sides of her pussy, playing with her urethra and then her clitoris. She continued sliding her wet mouth up and down his long shaft as he played. Soon she felt her orgasm growing near. Bob's cock felt hot and rock hard in her mouth. She slowed down and then stopped sucking him. She lifted her mouth off his hardness and buried her nose in his balls and blew a raspberry. Rob responded to her signal. He gently lifted her legs over beside him on the bed. In an instant she had pivoted and lay beside him. Rob rose over her. Karen spread her legs and knees wide. Rob swiftly drove his hard cock into her hot hole. She thrilled as his hard body slammed into her clitoris, and his balls slapped against her. They worked each other in complete harmony as their orgasms rose within them. Their mouths embraced, tongues entwined, and then parted as Rob rose to deliver his strong hard thrusts deep into her loins. She felt his cock stiffen and then flutter as her own orgasm peaked into climax. He lowered his weight back into her embrace. They held each other as their thrusts subsided into gentle rocking, and then stopped. Karen relaxed as Rob pulled his plug from her. The flood gushed down her crack and onto the bed. They laughed together as they lay there waiting to stop panting. After a few moments of blissful silence they heard the deep bellowing sound of the ship's horn as it signaled the taxi that would lead it to dock. Together, they bolted for the shower. Rob and Karen followed the flow of tourists as they stepped off the gangway. Delicious aromas tantalized their appetites as their eyes viewed an abundance of booths and shops that filled the marketplace before them. Following the cobble stoned street for about 25 yards, they paused as they approached the first intersection. Carefully they considered which way to go first. People swarmed around the long rows of sales booths that skirted the sidewalks. The sidewalks fronted the long row of stores and shops housed by old stone builds. The marketplace extended as far as they could see, in all three directions. The first goal would be to locate the tour office. They planned to take a jungle tour scheduled for 1:00, which was in two hours. They wanted to locate the office before doing anything else, so they would be able to find it when the time came. They carefully studied the map that the cruise line had provided. They figured they should continue straight ahead for two blocks and then turn left. It would be two blocks down that road. The merchants' friendly voices beckoned to them to stop as they walked through. Rob and Karen smiled back and waved. They pointed to their map in an attempt to explain that they needed to go on. As they noticed objects of interest, they promised the merchants they would return later. Turning left at the second corner was like turning the corner into a different world. The cobblestones ended, the road beside them turned to dirt. It was lined with several old cars. Most were rusty and dented. Their windows had plastic taped over them. The storefronts here more run down. Many of the windows were boarded up. There were very few people. Occasionally an old car would pass by the corner at the end of the block. They made a rumbling noise and were accompanied by large clouds of dust. Rob and Karen reached the building on the second corner, finding the name of the tour company on the door. It was locked. Well, at least they knew where it was. As they turned together to go back towards the market, they saw a little girl on the other side of the road. She smiled and waved at them and began skipping across in their direction. Rob and Karen greeted her and smiled at her. They both enjoyed being around children. The child asked if they were going to the market and said that she would like to go with them. They told her that they would be honored to have her accompany them. The child walked between them and then stopped. They turned to look at her and she held her hands up to Karen. Karen hesitated, but then agreed to pick the little girl up and carry her as they walked. They had just crossed the next road when they heard an angry voice coming from behind. "Stop! Stop! Don't take my baby. Police, Police, Help, please stop them. They're taking my baby! They turned around to see a woman in the middle of the road pointing at them and waving at a car. They heard it's siren begin screaming as it slid around the corner in their direction. Karen swiftly lifted the little girl down to the ground as the old rusty police car slid to a halt in front of them. A billowing cloud of dirt and dust spread over them. The woman ran up as the two police officers jumped out of the car. They both weighed about 250 pounds. They approached Rob and Karen with their guns in their hands. The driver yelled to his partner "Get the child Deputy." The officer from the passenger side grabbed the little girl with his other arm as if he were rescuing her. He gave the child to the woman. She will be just fine Sheriff he said as he turned back around. The sheriff aimed his pistol at Rob as he confronted them. "You two move over here beside the car. Put your hands on the roof of the car and spread your legs." The sheriff followed closely behind Karen as the couple walked to the car. "You are both under arrest for kidnapping." Karen's purse was in her hand on top of the car. The sheriff took the purse, tossing it into the front seat of the car. Karen felt the barrel of the gun on the back of her head. A rough hand brushed her ear then gathered her hair behind her neck. The man slid his hand under her right arm, across her breasts, down her stomach and squeezed her crotch. He felt the curve of her waist and thigh, then pressed his hand hard into her ass feeling her through the material of her shorts. "Stand still he ordered," as he stepped away to feel her left side. "Place your hands behind your back." Karen obeyed, she felt the handcuffs fastening them together. He tugged on her arm, forcing her to walk around to the other side of the car. Opening the door to the back seat, he pushed her in and slammed it shut. Rob was already sitting there next to her. "No talking back there." The car jolted them as it turned around, taking them away from the marketplace. The deputy had his eye on them as the car sped through the dirty streets. The long drive ended in front of an old stone building with bars on the windows. The policemen took them into the building. They stood in front of a large desk opposite the front door. The Sheriff threw Rob's wallet on the desk and walked around the desk to sit down. The deputy put Karen's purse on the desk next to the wallet, then moved to stand behind them. The Captain removed their ID's from the purse and wallet, and began filling out an arrest report. He studied the Karen's ID glancing at her several times as he entered her information on the report. He couldn't suppress his growing excitement as he anticipated her interrogation. It had been ages since he had such gorgeous young victim. He assessed her appearance as he looked at her. She had light brown hair, hazel eyes, beautiful young cheeks, a perfect nose, and plump ruby red lips. Her perfectly curved bosom filled her white cotton blouse. His eyes followed the gentle curve of her waist and hips as he finished his report. The sheriff signed the bottom of the report, slid back his chair and got up. He glanced at their names on the paper, then spoke to them. "Rob and Karen, we believe that the two of you kidnapped the child that was with you this morning. There have been dozens of children taken from the families in this area during the last few months. We are determined to do whatever is necessary to protect the families of our community. The two of you may be working alone, or you could be members of a crime ring. In either case you are going to tell us what you know." He turned to the other officer. "Deputy, I want you to interrogate the male prisoner. I'll be taking care of the woman myself." His wide grin frightened Karen as he grabbed her arm. They were lead through a doorway in the back of the room into a long corridor. He lead Karen past the entrance to a small room. He paused, jerking her arm until she was in front of him. He looked at his deputy, pointing to the room. "You take him in there. We will be in the one at the end." The captain forced Karen forward. They walked past a long row of jail cells before reaching the room at the end of the corridor. A straight backed wooden chair and a simple table were in the center of the room. A steel bar hung from the ceiling above the table. A work bench and a large metal cabinet lined one wall. The back wall had a small open window with iron bars in it. An assortment of ropes, whips, and bamboo canes hung on a rack under the window. The sheriff pulled the chair out away from the table. He removed her handcuffs and ordered her to sit in the chair, then immediately secured her hands again behind the back of the chair. The sheriff stood in front of her looking down at her. "Now Karen, this can go very easy for you if you will just cooperate. Tell me what you were planning to do with the little girl this morning." Karen looked at the officer. Struggling to pulling herself together, her tone was pleading. "You have to believe me. We really meant her no harm. The child came up to us. She wanted us to take her to the marketplace." "Why didn't you ask her what her name was or who her parents were?" His gruff voice seemed to penetrate her. "I am sorry. We didn't think about that. I wish we had. We would have never agreed to take her with us, if we had known her mother was with her. We thought her mother would be at the marketplace." The captain eyes were like steel. "I think you wanted to kidnap that little girl. It has happened before and I see no reason why it isn't happening now, except for the fact that you got caught. Yes my dear, you have been caught." He reached down, grabbing her cheek between his thick calloused finger and thumb. The gleam returned to his eyes. He released her cheek, unbuttoned her blouse, pushed it back over her shoulders and removed her bra. Her firm white breasts spilled out into the room. "I have ways that will make you talk dear. And if you don't, I won't stop until you do." He went to the rack under the window and returned with a long thin bamboo cane. "Lets begin with twenty strokes." He brought the cane down hard across the top of Karen's breasts. Her screams filled the room as the cane swished through the air, inflicting sharp stinging eruptions of pain. The intensity increased as his strokes continued to make contact with her stomach, breasts, and nipples. The pain took her breath away, cutting her screams short as she heard his commands. "Confess, to your crime girl and you will be spared." Karen could barely reply with anything other than more screams. "No. Please don't. I didn't do anything wrong." She managed to say between sobs. The sheriff handled the instrument of her torment with great skill. It did not break her skin. She could see the rising welts on the tops of her breasts. But tears soon filled her eyes and she could no longer see. The entire upper front half of her body felt like it was on fire. The twentieth blow came at last. "Confess to this crime Karen and it will stop." "No, no, I didn't do anything wrong." her quivering voice insisted. The sheriff looked angry. "I know you were kidnapping that little girl. Don't lie to me." He brushed the tears from her face then lifted her chin with his fingers. "Look at me Karen. It is time to tell the truth here and now. Just tell me what you were going to do with that little girl." Karen jerked her chin from his hand, shaking her head. "Nothing. We were not going to do anything to her." The sheriff made a second trip to the rack under the window. "OK, have it your way. I can make you confess, if I have to. In fact, I am going to enjoy making you confess." He placed the looped end of a rope around her neck. Holding the other end, he removed her handcuffs. "Get up." He jerked on the rope to emphasize the order. Karen rose shakily. "Take off your shorts and panties and put them in the chair." She was overwhelmed with reluctance but saw no alternative but to do as he said. "Now take off your shoes and socks." She could almost feel his eyes watching her beautiful bare ass as she bent down to obey him. "Ouch," she muttered softly as her arms brushed against the welts on the sides of her breasts. "Now lean over and put your head on the table with your arms above your head." The rough texture of the wooden table pressed painfully against her. He walked around, tying her outstretched hands to the table legs. He admired her rounded white bottom as it hung out over the edge of the table. "Confess Karen. Now is your chance to make this stop." "I have nothing to confess." Karen's mind struggled. This had to stop. But how could she convince him that she was telling the truth. "OK Karen, have it your way. Thirty strokes this time." She heard the cane swish. Blazing stings erupted on her back as it struck her. Taking care not to break her skin, the sheriff raised his arm with repeated strokes as he systematically laid the stripes in a neat row down the length of her back. Karen's sobs could be heard among her screaming. The sobs and screams mingled with the sound of the cane striking her flesh. "That's twenty," said the sheriff as he whipped the backs of her legs. "Please stop. I didn't do this," pleaded Karen. But instead of stopping, he picked her up by one leg, exposing her tender pussy. The sheriff carefully modified the strength of his stokes so that he wouldn't break her delicate skin. He only wanted to inflict pain. Karen's body flinched as his cane struck the tender flesh of her vagina. He held her leg tightly as he continued striking her most vulnerable places, whipping her inner thighs several times and then her clitoris. Karen collapsed when he let go of her. Her legs couldn't bear weight. She hung by her arms sobbing from the pain. She could hear her husband's tortured screams coming from the room down the corridor, then the sheriff's firm voice. "What do you have to say girl? Do you confess? Tell me about how you kidnapped that child." Karen said nothing. Fighting against the growing desire to give in, all she could do was cry. "You can do this Karen. Just tell me the truth and this will all be over." She heard Rob's scream again. He wasn't confessing. The thought was encouraging. She would just have to stick this out somehow. The sheriffs determination would not break her. "I will get your confession Karen. I will get it today." He picked up her legs, shoving the rest of her up onto the table. He placed a leather strap on her left leg just above the knee, then hoisted her leg up with a rope strung over the bar above her. He took the rope holding her left arm and tossed it over the bar, then lifted her onto her side. She was now on her side, hanging from the bar by her arm and leg. The sheriff unlocked the metal cabinet. Putting on thick heavy gloves, he got out an old car battery, a box, and some long cables. After carefully assembling the apparatus, he placed it on the table right in front of her face. The battery was wired to the small box. The box had a dial on it. She read the word "amps" that was hand written under the numbers on the dial. The numbers started at zero, then ranged from point one up to one point zero. A knob below the dial had numbers ranging from one to twelve. Two long cables were connected to the box. The sheriff held the ends of them in his hands. One had a small clamp made of steel on the end. The end of the other cable had a plastic handle with a long steel prong sticking out of it. Karen's eyes watched him set the pointer on the knob between the four and the five. "Four and a half watts. That should be just about right. I don't want to kill you Karen. I just want to make you talk to me." Karen's eyes were wide with disbelief as she thought about this new instrument of torture. The captain keenly noticed her reaction. "It is really very simple Karen. You don't have to go through all of this. Just tell me the truth. What were you doing with her? Why were you kidnapping her? Confess to me. Tell me Karen. Tell me all about it." She took a deep breath. "I didn't kidnap anyone. If I had been kidnapping her, I would have told you by now. You must know I'm telling the truth." "But Karen, I know you kidnapped her. You have to confess. I will make you confess, one way or another." He pinched the skin on her raised arm and placed the clamped wire there. Karen watched the needle on the meter spring into action. It hovered just above point four as searing fingers of pain rushed through her arm. He pinched her hip and attached the clamp there, rubbing the prong along her waistline. She grew to fear the prong's touch as he sent the jolting waves electricity through her skin. He grasped a pinch of flesh between the welts left by the cane on the top of her breast. He moved the clamp there, then touched her under her breast with the prong. Karen's screams filled the room as he repeatedly shocked her welted breasts and nipples. She began to plead with him again, fearing his next target areas. But he wouldn't stop and she knew it. He adjusted the knob on the box to a position between the five and the six. "This will deliver .45 amps. It is still less than it would take to kill you. I will be working farther away from your heart now. So it will be less likely for that to happen." Excursion Gone Wrong Karen closed her tear filled eyes as she felt the clamp bite into the lower edge of her belly button. He walked around behind her. Her anticipation mounted as she waited for the next jolt to come. "Confess Karen. This is your chance to make this stop." Moments passed. Then a searing shaft of pain shot through her stomach as the sheriff methodically rubbed the prong down the concave of her lower back. He periodically held it away from her and then placed it against her again, rubbing it all over her lower back, then along her spine. Karen's muscles contacted violently each time, as the unbearably painful electrical currents passed through her. Her muscles quivered uncontrollably during the intervals between the shocks. Then she felt the currents streak through the muscles in her butt. The captain amused himself as he casually drew little circles on her beautiful, cane welted ass. Karen's screams became caught in her throat as the prong attacked the inside of her thigh. Unable to scream she sobbed and whimpered. She feebly begged him to stop as he placed the prong on the lips of her vagina. Her voice became choked as the electricity burned through her. He slowly slid it into her. The unbearable searing jolts streamed through her abdomen as he slowly tormented her with an electrical fucking. It stopped and she felt nothing for a few moments. His voice became more and more distant. "Confess to your crime Karen. Tell me that you kidnapped her and this will stop." But she couldn't speak. She felt the electrical current shooting through her rectum as he guided the prong through her sphincter. The pain finally overwhelmed her completely as he pulled it out then slid it back in. She passed out. He had been admiring the tightness of her little anus as he began pushing the prong into her again. He was a little disappointed as he watched her become unconscious. He looked at the time and realized that her interrogation had lasted much longer than most. He heard the tenuous cries of her husband as his interrogation continued. It was clear that he probably wouldn't confess either. The sheriff began to admit to himself that they might be telling the truth after all. But determining innocence wasn't his responsibility. His job was only to find the evidence that supported their guilt. These were the sheriff's thoughts as he dismantled the shocker and put it away. He rummaged through the medical bag and found the salve for Karen's welts. It was an herbal medicine containing a powerful mixture of an anti-inflammatory, pain relievers, and antibiotics. He rubbed it generously over her breasts, back, legs, bottom, and pussy. He dressed her as he untied her. He then lifted her into his arms and carried her to a cell close to the office. Passing the other interrogation room, he saw the deputy rubbing salve on the foreign man's naked body as it too was suspended from the ceiling. He put Karen on the cell bunk, then returned to help his deputy carry the man to the cell next to hers. It had been a long day. They locked up the jail house and went home. Karen awakened. It was dark and her entire body hurt. As her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, she heard the nearby sound of someone breathing. Then she heard someone moaning. It was Rob. She tried to move but pain overwhelmed her and she was out again. "Karen. Karen wake up." She heard her husband's voice. A dim light met her eyes as she opened them. She lifted her arm. It was easier to move this time. She realized she was dressed as she saw the sleeve of her blouse. Slowly she pushed herself to sit up. Much of the pain had now left her. She felt the greasy ointment on her stomach, then looked carefully at her breasts. The welts were gone. There were only feint red marks remaining where the cane had hit her. She looked to the cell next to her. "Robert." she rose to meet her husband. They kissed and held each other despite the iron bars between them. They both gained strength from the familiar comfort of their embrace. They stood there for a long time until they heard the arrival of the policemen. No time was wasted, as the men came in to inspect their captives. Knots of fear filled Karen's stomach as the grinning sheriff stood in front of her cell. "She looks just fine this morning. They both do. I don't see anything new that needs to be done to them before their trial." The sheriff sipped on a coffee cup as the deputy voiced his agreement. The men then returned to the front office. Karen and Robert returned to each other. Neither of them knew what the future had in store for them. All they could do was hold each other. The sheriff and his deputy joked casually with each other as they drank their coffee. The trial was at 9:00. At 8:30 the sheriff decided it was time to get things going. They put shackles on Rob and Karen and lead them into the office. The sheriff explained the details to them. "The interrogation yesterday did not provide evidence that you are guilty of the kidnapping. If you had confessed, you would have become slaves to the family of the child that you were kidnapping. Since there aren't any confessions from you, you will be tried by a jury this morning. The jury will then punish you as they see fit and then you will be returned to your ship before the scheduled final boarding time. Do you understand?" Rob and Karen nodded. The men took them to the car. The ride to the old courthouse was surprisingly short. Rob and Karen were filled with anxiety as they were lead into the crowded courtroom. The policemen directed them down the center isle. The judge was behind a wooden podium, they saw the jury seated together in an area to his left. Karen noticed an old wooden structure in front of jury near the far wall. She felt a mixture of horror and amazement as she recognized that it was a stocks. Just like the ones used for punishing people during historical times. The room became quiet as they were told to stand directly in front of the judge. The sheriff and deputy stood behind them. The jury consisted of twelve rough looking heavy set men. They mumbled among themselves as they took turns staring at the foreigners. Their stairs became more fixed upon Karen. They developed evil gleams in their eyes as they mumbled jokes to each other and laughed. Robert was scowling angrily at them. The sound of the judge's gavel grabbed his attention and the trial began. The judge's strong voice filled the court room. "It is my understanding that the foreign man and and woman standing before me are accused of the crime of kidnapping one of the children of our community. Is this true Sheriff?" "Yes your honor. That is correct." "And did you interrogate the foreign man and woman in a sufficient manner and attempt to obtain a confession to this crime?" "Yes your honor. We applied a variety of interrogative procedures on the man and woman yesterday afternoon. But the man and woman did not confess or provide any evidence of their guilt." Do we have any witnesses to the crime?" "Yes your honor. The mother of the little girl would like to testify here today. My deputy and I also have import information concerning the crime." The judge glanced at the deputy standing behind Rob and Karen. "Deputy, remove the prisoners from the courtroom so that the testimony may be heard by the jury." "Yes sir your honor." The deputy briskly urged them to walk back out of the courtroom. He marched them to the police car. "You will wait in there." He opened the rear door and ordered them in. Then he stood outside with his riffle in hand. After about thirty minutes the sheriff came out and took his place so that he could go testify. The Deputy soon returned. "They want the man first, and then the woman." They ordered Rob to get out of the car. The deputy marched him back into the courtroom. Rob did his best to respond to the judge's questions and to explain the mistake he and Karen had made when they agreed to take the child with them to the marketplace. The judge finished questioning him and called for Karen to be brought in. Karen answered the questions too. She worked hard to convince them that this was just a big mistake. The judge finished with her. The jury stood and went into a room behind them. They spent about thirty minutes deliberating and returned. The last one in nodded to the judge as he sat down. "Gentlemen of the jury, what is your verdict?" The same juror stood up. "Your honor we find that the defendants are guilty." "Gentlemen of the jury, what sentence do you order for the convicted?" "Your honor we have decided that the convicted will be punished in the following manner. We order that the convicted man shall receive the wooden cane for fifty five times. We order that the sheriff shall deliver the punishment of the cane. The sentence for the convicted man shall then be satisfied. We order that the convicted woman shall receive the wooden cane for fifteen times. We order that the sheriff shall deliver the punishment of the cane. We order that the woman shall receive vaginal rape from each member of the jury in successive order so that each shall deliver his seed into her womb. The sentence of the convicted woman shall then be satisfied." The judge pounded his gavel, silencing the low roar of voices. "Sheriff, prepare the convicted man to receive his punishment. Deputy, prepare the convicted woman and seat her on the bench near the stocks" Rob and Karen were lead over to the bench in front of the stocks. The deputy and sheriff removed their ankle shackles, then ordered them to remove their shorts and underwear. They were allowed to keep their shoes on. The sheriff placed a shackle back onto Rob's left ankle then ordered him to remove his shirt. The feelings of humiliation were overwhelming to Karen as she too was forced to remove the rest of her clothing in front of the gawking jury. The men seemed larger rougher and dirtier than before, as she was forced to sit on the rough wooden bench in front of them. The stocks were turned perpendicular to the jury so that they would all have full view of the punishments. The holes in the stocks were about the height of Rob's hips. He was forced to bend down considerably as his head and arms were placed in the bottom halves of it's holes. The sheriff swung the top half up over him and closed the latch. "Spread you legs," he ordered Rob in a low firm tone. He placed a thirty inch long, two by four between Rob's feet and shackled his ankles to rings on each end. He then went to the judge and stood respectfully before him. "The convicted man is prepared to receive his punishment your honor. May I proceed?" The judge handed a long thin bamboo cane to the sheriff saying, "Thank you Sheriff. Here is the cane that the jury has selected. The jury has ordered that you shall deliver it for fifty five times to the convicted man. You may proceed." The sheriff situated himself beside Rob, placing the end of the cane on him as he moved his arm into the best swinging position. Faint red marks remained visible on Rob's skin from the beating he had received the day before. The sheriff lifted his arm and swung the cane swiftly across Rob's back. Skillfully, he tempered the blows so that they didn't break the skin. Stroke after stroke, the swishing sound of the cane ended with a slap as it made contact with Rob's skin. The sheriff made a row of ten evenly spaced stripes along the length of Rob's back with the thin flexible end of the cane. Rob grunted as the whip bit the flesh above his butt crack and then followed the curve down around it, with five additional blows. Six more strokes stung the backs of his legs. The sheriff readjusted his swing slightly and the end of the cane wickedly began to crisscross over the welts that were forming on Rob's back. Tears trickled down Karen's cheeks as she watched her husband's body flinch from the blows. His grunts turned into senseless yells as the whipping landed on his already injured flesh. She flinched sympathetically with every stroke of the cane until she couldn't stand to watch any longer. Bowing her head she stared at her shoes and then buried her face in her hands as she cried. Her husband's yells became screams as she heard the twenty-eighth stroke. She counted the thirty-fourth stroke as his screams weakened. She anticipated the end of his torment as the count passed forty. The room was filled with a moment of silence when it was over. The sheriff propped the long thin cane against the wall. He and the deputy began to remove Robert from the stocks. Karen heard the audience behind her begin to clap and cheer. The judge allowed them to continue their applause as the sheriff and deputy helped Robert hobble towards him. The Judge then pounded the gavel as the punished man stood before him. He smiled at Robert while he made his announcements. "The sentence of this convicted man is now complete. However, he will remain chained so that he can not interfere as he witnesses the punishment of his wife. Seat him on the bench in front of the jury and prepare the convicted woman for her punishment." Rob was forcefully drug to the bench and shackled to it. The deputy stood near him with his riffle in hand as the sheriff took Karen to stocks. Panic filled her as he pulled her closer to the jury. He grew angry as she resisted him. She saw his anger. It reminded her of her fear of him, so she gave into him. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she bent over to place her arms and neck into the stocks. The worn wood felt rough against her skin. Her eyes focused on the stone floor as she felt the top half of the stocks lowered against her hair. She obeyed the sheriffs order to spread her legs and felt the shackles on her ankles as he secured them to the board. Again, the sheriff went to stand respectfully before the judge. "The convicted woman is prepared to receive her punishment your honor. May I proceed?" "Thank you sheriff. The jury has ordered that you shall deliver the cane to the convicted woman for fifteen times. You may proceed." The sheriff returned to Karen's side. He again situated himself in the correct position with the cane. Karen closed her eyes and waited. She heard the swish and flinched as it stung her. It reawakened the pain left over from her whipping the day before. The time passed fairly quickly. Karen squealed as the fifteen stinging strokes progressed along her back, down and around the curve of her butt, ending on the backs of her knees. She seemed to have lost the ability to cry. The sheriff returned to stand before the judge respectfully and presented the cane to him. "Your honor, the delivery of the cane to the convicted woman for fifteen times is now completed." "Thank you sheriff you have done an excellent job of delivering the cane." He reached down and accepted the cane from the sheriff. "You will now help the deputy guard the foreign man so that he does not interfere with the delivery of the rest of his wife's punishment." He turned to the jury. "Gentlemen of the jury, will it please the jury to begin the delivery of the vaginal rape to the convicted woman?" The jury spokesman stood and replied. "Thank you your honor. The jury will deliver the punishment." The the gleam in the juror's eyes focused on Karen's exposed vagina as he walked towards her. Rob struggled to control the anger and disgust that boiled within him. The juror stopped behind his wife and unzipped his trousers. Rob stared in disbelief at the heavy ten inch cock pointed at his wife's tender vagina. His knuckles grew white as he gripped the wooden bench, holding himself in place as he watched the events unfold. The juror poked at her exposed vagina with his finger then shoved it into her. He pulled the finger out then pushed both of his thumbs into her, squeezing her ass and pulling her pussy lips apart with his thumbs. He stepped closer, positioning the thick head of his penis into the space he had made and removed the thumbs. But he stopped and stood back. Turning towards them he spoke to the sheriff. She is too small. I will have to have lubricant. The well prepared sheriff handed him a jar containing a clear oily substance. The juror thanked him and returned to Karen. He dipped out some of the oil with two fingers and handed the jar to the other jurors. He pushed the oil it into her, pressing firmly against the inner walls of her vagina until it began to open up. Karen's scream filled the room as the juror brutally thrust the ten inch penis into her. Rob grimaced and lowered his head. He was unable to watch his the rape of his wife. Karen had almost forgotten about the second part of her sentence when she listening to the judge asking the jury to deliver it. From her side of the stocks, she was unable to see anything but the wall in front of her and floor below. Her heart began to pound as she heard the juror behind her. The sound of the zipper filled her with dread. Then she felt the finger on her pussy lips. It's thick roughness met with resistance against the dry opening of her vagina. It pushed into her anyway. Karen braced herself against the pain as he forced her open with his thumbs and placed a large blunt object against the walls of her vagina. It was a relief to hear him ask for the lubricant. It eased the roughness of his fingers as he brutally prodded her again. She tried to relax as much as possible to allow herself to receive him. But she was totally unprepared for this. She felt the thick blunt object again. But this time it plunged into her with brutal force. It seemed to split her wide open as it jammed its way into her. He pulled it back and her tightness resisted it even then. It pried her open again as he shoved it into her deeper than before. She shuddered as she felt it against her cervix deep within her. His balls slapped against her as he began to pump. His hands slid along her sides, finding her breasts. He seemed to crush them in his fingers as he brutally fucked her. The tight resistance of her vagina never eased as his thick head rhythmically assaulted her cervix. She began to cry as she felt his orgasm begin to erupt within her. He stopped momentarily before removing his shriveled cock from her. As he did, the warm fluid trickled down her legs. Only a minute passed before she felt the probing of another set of fingers and thumbs. She heard a zipper behind her. She then felt the thumbs inside her, they pulled her wide open and a large blunt object prodded into her. The hands grasped her waist painfully as the thick mass shoved its way deep inside her. Again she was brutally pumped with rhythmic thrusts as rough hands prodded and squeezed her tended breasts. Her vagina still resisted, despite her attempts to relax it. The second ejaculation soon shot into her and the deflated object pulled out. After a few moments, the third penis forced its way into her. It was slightly smaller than the first two. The whole system was a lot better lubricated now. She was able to relax more and experienced a lot less discomfort from the fucking. But the pain of the squeezing of her breasts seemed to replace it. The third juror ejaculated fairly quickly. He left her as the river of cum ran down her legs. The succession of fuckings seemed endless. The different widths and lengths of the jurors' cocks took their turns with her, as they shoved their way into her tiring pussy. She felt horrified when she felt some of them penetrating her cervix. The wet sticky cum coated her from the top of her crack all the way down to her clitoris. As the last of the jurors had there way with her, she had completely lost count. She was waiting for the next assault when she heard the distant voice of the sheriff as he stood in front of the judge. "Your honor, the delivery of the vaginal rape of the convicted woman by the members of the jury is now completed." Excursion Gone Wrong Karen heard the judge speaking. "Members of the jury we thank you for your great service to the justice of this court. I here by order the sheriff to take care of the foreign man and woman so that they will be fit for their return to the cruise ship. This court is adjourned." The gavel rapped three times and the crowd applauded for several minutes as the sheriff helped Karen out of the stocks. The deputy had already applied a layer of herbal medical ointment to Robert's cane welts and was allowing him to get dressed. The sheriff coated Karen's cane welts with the ointment and handed her her clothes. Rob stood close beside her helping her, knowing she wanted to be dressed and out of there as soon as possible. They followed the policemen to the car, wishing it could be possible to return to the cruise ship without riding in the dreadful thing. The deputy handed them the purse and wallet as the sheriff drove to the marketplace. As soon as they arrived they practically ran to the ship. Only a few other passengers were around as they boarded. They were safely in their cabin when the ship set sail.