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The Lust Boat Ch. 01

By: Lexinatrix



"You got the part."

Lacey Arden was so astonished she pulled her Iphone away from her ear and stared at it for several seconds.

"Lacey? Are you there?" Her agent's voice emanated tinnily from the phone.

Lacey fumbled the phone back into place. "Yeah, yeah. I'm here, Angie. Did you just say I got the part in 'Love is Blonde?'"

"I sure did. I told you you wouldn't regret dumping Barry for me. He never got you anything this good."

He certainly hadn't. A major supporting role in a romantic comedy by Pinnacle? This was her chance! With her natural blonde good looks, all she needed was to do a halfway decent job of acting in this part, and her career was made.  

Lacey bounced up and down gleefully, as much as her Gucci knockoff shoes would allow. "You're the best, Angie. When do I need to be on set?"

"Next week. Stop by my office to sign the paperwork today. Then, get your affairs in order for being away for a while. You're filming on location on the ship Desiderata and in the Caribbean."

As she hung up, Lacey couldn't believe her luck.

---

Lacey tried not to gawk as she rolled her luggage up the gangway. The cruise ship was aswarm with activity. Production assistants with headsets and harassed expressions directed the loading of people and crates. The Desiderata was large and luxurious, with gleaming brass fittings. She wondered how many people would be aboard.

A PA approached her, dodging a dolly full of camera equipment. "Ms. Arden?"

Lacey nodded. 

"Good evening, and welcome aboard. You're one of the last to arrive. I'll show you your stateroom." The PA was a young woman whose tight black t-shirt clung to perky breasts. Lacey averted her eyes to a spot over the woman's shoulder in a reaction that had become almost reflexive with long practice. She didn't even glance at the PA's rounded ass as she was led to her room. Much.

The stateroom was gorgeous, much nicer than any set trailer she'd ever been in. Burled wood inlay, wool carpet, a huge bed, and a bathroom complete with a jet tub. Through an adorable porthole, Lacey could glimpse the LA harbor.

"Things are so hectic right now, with all the last minute loading," the PA said apologetically. "Would you mind staying in your stateroom tonight? I'll bring you dinner, and you can meet everyone tomorrow."

Though she was eager to meet the people she'd be working with, Lacey was glad of the opportunity to bask in this unexpected luxury.  "Sure, no problem. That'll give me time to unpack."

The PA's headset crackled, and she withdrew. But she was back with a tray before Lacey had even finished putting all of her things into drawers. 

"Thanks, uh--"

"Debbie."

"Thank you, Debbie. It looks delicious." After Debbie left, Lacey sat down to eat at the small table in her sitting room. The food was good, and Angie had evidently informed them Lacey was on a low-carb diet. Lacey hoped the meal came from an onboard galley so that the cast and crew could get this quality of food throughout filming. Though she'd probably be eating a lot of her meals from the craft services table on set. 

She set the tray outside her door. She should probably finish unpacking, but she was so tired. Maybe she'd just lie down a bit first....

The Lust Boat Ch. 02



Lacey woke up in a different room, under the sort of bright lights that were used for filming. *How'd I get on the set?* she thought. She tried to sit up, couldn't. "Wha--?" She shook her head, trying to sharpen her thoughts. OK, she couldn't sit up. She couldn't sit up because-- because she was strapped down!

A burst of adrenaline cleared Lacey's mind. She was strapped down, naked, with her legs spread and her arms at her sides. *Oh, God,* she thought. Panic had her pulling against the padded straps, but they had very little give in them. Movement caught her eye. Above her, surrounded by the lighting equipment, was a mirror. She could see herself, bound and helpless, fighting the straps.

"Hey," she yelled. "Let me go!" There was no answer. She hadn't really expected whoever had drugged her and bound her to suddenly decide to release her, but she had needed to try. She knew she was about to be raped. No one drugged women and tied them up naked with their legs splayed because they wanted conversation. She wondered how much it would hurt.

*No, don't think about it,* she told herself. But it was hard not to. No one came in answer to her shouts. She could tell by the subtle swaying underneath her that she was still on the ship. She could hear the thrum of the engines, too, which meant that they were no longer docked in LA. *We're out in the middle of the ocean.* She shivered.

Just as she was hoping she'd been forgotten, she heard a door open, and footsteps approached her. She craned her head up. Debbie, in a tank top and jeans, looking as if she tied naked women up every day. *Maybe she does.*

"Hi, Lacey," Debbie said, her friendly manner unchanged.

"Let me go, you bitch," Lacey said.

Debbie clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "You know that's not going to happen. In fact, let me explain what is going to happen." She leaned forward. "My associates and I are going to thoroughly violate that sweet body of yours, over and over. There's nothing you can do to stop us, whether you enjoy it or not." She rolled one of Lacey's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, smiling as it hardened. "Though I think you'll be one of the ones who does enjoy it."

"Are you planning to k-kill me, then?" Lacey immediately regretted asking.

Debbie smiled. "No, what a terrible waste that would be. You see, we're not just amusing ourselves with you. We're going to train and condition you as a sex slave for our client."  

"Are you crazy? You can't do this!"

"You, Lacey, are on a Liberian-flagged ship in international waters. There is little to no law enforcement out here. The captain's word is law. The contract you signed makes you part of the ship's crew; disobedience is mutiny. Mutiny is still punishable by all sorts of nasty penalties, including flogging and even death. No one will know you've been taken, because you told everyone you'd be incommunicado while filming on location, and because your agent will cover for us. And there's no escape. We're in the middle of the ocean."

Lacey shrank inside as Debbie spoke, each sentence like another brick slapped down on the walls imprisoning her. "No," she said.

"Oh, yes. We will break you down until you're begging to serve." Debbie pinched Lacey's nipple.

It felt good. Lacey pressed her lips together. She would not react to this woman's perverted attentions. 

Debbie was getting something out of a drawer. Lacey jumped as she felt a cool touch at the opening to her cunt. In the mirror, she saw that Debbie had positioned an odd dildo between her lips, one with wires and tubes erupting from the far end.

Debbie swirled the tip of the toy around. "I was going to use some lube, but it looks like your body is already turned on by the idea of me raping you. Too bad, I'm just working on getting you into shape now. You'll have to wait if you want me to fuck you."

Lacey's indignation was interrupted as Debbie shoved the slender toy into her cunt. "No, stop!" Automatically, she clenched her cunt muscles to try to resist the invasion. The smooth instrument was warming quickly inside her.

"Good," said Debbie. "That's the first exercise. Clamp down as hard as you can on the probe. It'll strengthen your muscles, which will make you hotter to fuck and improve your orgasms."

Immediately, Lacey tried to relax. Debbie sighed. "I told you to clamp down, slave. I can see the gauge. Hold for ten seconds and release, and repeat ten times. If you don't do it, I will make you do it."

"You can't make me," Lacey said.

Debbie turned a switch on one of the dangling wires. Lacey's cunt muscles clamped down like steel bands, cramping around the probe with bruising strength. She jerked and cried out.

"Oh, sorry." Debbie didn't sound sorry. "I forgot to mention that, in addition to the gauges, the probe is wired to deliver an electric shock to make you muscles spasm if I decide you're not squeezing hard enough. I'm going to use your body whether you co-operate or not."

"Now," Debbie continued. "You have nine more reps to go. Squeeze. Harder."

Lacey tried to comply, but by the sixth repetition, her muscles were aching and weak. "Harder," Debbie demanded.

"Please, I can't," Lacey said. Her back arched as another shock tightened her around the probe. It didn't hurt, exactly, but it was very uncomfortable.

"That shows there's strength left in the muscle; you're just lazy," Debbie said.

With tears running down her cheeks, she managed to squeeze hard enough to satisfy her tormentor and hold it for the required ten seconds.

"That's eight," Debbie said. "Again."

She couldn't, not hard enough. She yelped as the current was applied again. In the mirror, she could see her breasts bounce and jiggle every time she flinched. It seemed even the electrical current couldn't tighten her exhausted muscles as hard as it had earlier.

"Now the last one."

This time Lacey waited helplessly for the shock that convulsed her. When it was over, she dared to hope Debbie was done with her for now.

"You squirm and squeak in such a lovely way. Very responsive. That should play well for the audience."

"Audience?" Lacey repeated hoarsely.

"Oh, yes, couldn't you tell you're on a sound stage? We stream over the internet to subscribers, and of course the client whose slave you will be wants to watch every detail of your training."

The knowledge that others would see her violation was shocking. She knew exactly how she looked because of the mirror. Vulnerable, flushed, with her exposed pink pussy lips swollen around the horrible device that penetrated her.

Suddenly, she felt a new sensation. Debbie had done something to the probe, and it was swelling inside Lacey with a pneumatic hiss. The probe had started out slim, like a finger. Now it was thick enough to put pleasant pressure on the walls of her cunt. Lacey could feel unwanted wetness flowing in response.

Debbie was watching her. "Yes, you're the kind of slut who likes to have her cunt filled, aren't you?"

Lacey fought to show no reaction. *I'm an actor, damn it. I'll just pretend nothing is happening. I'm not going to give them the satisfaction.* But the probe continued to swell, pressing and stretching the walls of her cunt. Lacey gasped at the first pangs of real pain. It was too big! Was Debbie planning to burst her cunt? There was nothing Lacey could do to stop her, she realized.

Finally, the probe stopped getting bigger. Her cunt was stretched so tight she could feel her pulse beating hard around the probe. Even the slightest twitch sent a dart of pain through her. Lacey breathed shallowly so as not to jostle the probe.

Debbie checked a gauge. "Yes, I think that's it for now. Eventually we'll have you stretched to your physiological maximum." She pressed on Lacey's abdomen with her palm, feeling for the probe from the outside. Lacey bit her lip so she wouldn't react to the resulting twinges.

Debbie's hand slid lower, stroking Lacey's clit. The girth of the device inside her had pulled the hood of her clitoris taut until the swollen nub stood out, red and unprotected from Debbie's caresses. Lacey felt a wave of despair as Debbie stroked her clit, because it felt good. Very good.

Lacey didn't want it to feel good. She closed her eyes and tried to distract herself with the least erotic things she could think of. Times tables. Taking out the trash.

"You like this, don't you, Lacey?" Debbie's voice interrupted her internal recitation. "This is what you want, what you tell yourself you can't have. In the night, when you're alone, you dream of a woman's touch. It's a woman's soft skin you crave to feel against yours."

Lacey's eyes popped open. "No! That's not true." Of course it was, but she had been hiding for years to protect her career prospects.

"Oh, dear, it's no good trying to lie about it. We're going to strip away all that, and the fact that you're a lesbian is the least of the dark desires we're going to expose in you. It does make it a little easier that you've been so repressed, though." The pressure of Debbie's fingers became insistent as she milked them along the shaft of Lacey's clit. At the end of each stroke, she swirled a fingertip over the tip.

Lacey's hips were rolling without her consent. The probe still filled her vagina, but it no longer hurt. Juices seeped out around it. Debbie leaned down and tenderly kissed Lacey on the inner thigh. 

Lacey thought she heard a voice, not Debbie's, say "Come for me, Lacey." And she came. 

She had never come with something so large inside her. Her cunt muscles tried to grip, but they had little range of motion. Held wide open, she felt as if pleasure was pouring out of her. She was just a conduit for the sensation that flowed through her like water gushing through a pipe. "Nooo...." Her protest trailed off into a moan.

When the orgasm finally released her, she lay sweating and panting in her bonds.

"Now that you're relaxed...." Debbie said. She looked into Lacey's eyes and pressed a button. The probe swelled a tiny bit more, just enough to force a flinch from her victim.

Lacey tried to hide her relief when the probe finally began to shrink down inside her. Debbie removed it from Lacey's aching cunt and set it aside. *She's enjoying getting a reaction from me, and so are the people watching. She caught me by surprise and made me come. I won't give it to them again.*

Her resolve was tested when she felt Debbie spreading lube on her asshole. *Oh, God, I've never had anything in there! She can't!* Lacey was surprised at how sensitive the area around her anus was. While she could keep her face impassive, she couldn't keep her anus from puckering in response to a circling fingertip. Then she felt the cold tip of another probe. A sob battered at the back of Lacey's throat, but she pushed it down.

"This really will hurt less if you relax," Debbie said. "But I'm going to shove it in your ass no matter what."

Lacey tried to relax, she really did. But the probe still felt painful and foreign as it entered her virgin ass.

Debbie gave her a minute to accustom herself to its presence. She toyed with Lacey's nipples, rolling and stretching them. "I'm not the first woman to touch your breasts like this, am I?" she taunted.

"I'm not a lesbian. Everyone knows I'm dating Logan Ferris." Lacey said through clenched teeth. The pain in her rectum was fading slowly.

"Yes, your oh-so-public love affair with the dashing Mr. Ferris. You should have chosen a more discreet beard. He's been seen in the back room at the Manhole."

*That bastard!* After he's insisted she give up her "personal trainer," Naomi, because it was too risky.

"Lacey, do you know what you need to do for me now?"

Lacey had a horrible feeling that she did; Debbie wanted to repeat the training regimen in her other hole. She didn't answer.

Smack! Debbie slapped Lacey's pussy. "Answer me, slave."

"Yes," Lacey squeaked.

"Then do it. Clamp down." Debbie forced her through the strengthening routine. She only applied the electrical current twice, but each time the shock had Lacey cramping painfully hard around the probe.

When the probe started to dilate her ass, Lacey couldn't stop the tears running down her face. It reached painful pressure quickly, but she was horribly afraid that new wetness was flowing from her cunt in response.

"What a tight little hole you've got there," Debbie remarked. "It may take a while longer to pry that open. Don't worry, though. We'll stretch it as wide as it can go before we turn you over to the client."

Debbie produced a vibrator. Lacey broke her promise to herself and begged. "Please, no. Don't!" She couldn't bear the humiliation of having everyone see her orgasm again.

"Begging from slaves is always welcome," Debbie said. "But not often effective." She pressed the vibrator to Lacey's clit. 

Lacey's body tensed immediately, pulling the probe even deeper into her ass. She could feel another orgasm building in spite of herself. Just before her climax started, she heard the voice again-- a recording? "Come for me, Lacey." 

"Stop," she whispered hopelessly. 

Debbie didn't stop, and a wave of pleasure crashed over Lacey. The spasms of her orgasm fucked her ass with the probe. 

The orgasm passed, and Debbie dilated the probe to force Lacey's ass open a tiny amount more. Afterwards, Lacey lay devastated, staring at her disheveled reflection as Debbie removed the probes and sprayed her clean with warm water.

"I'm glad to see you enjoyed that training session, little slut," Debbie said. "Since you're going to start every day this way until we get you to peak strength and dilation on both holes." She leaned forward and spoke softly in Lacey's ear, her breasts brushing Lacey's. "That means I get to violate you like this dozens and dozens of times."



The Lust Boat Ch. 03



Lacey was allowed to sit up and forced to eat a quick meal. Then her hands were secured behind her in padded cuffs.

"Let's take a walk, slave," Debbie said. They left the soundstage and headed down a narrow corridor. Debbie marched Lacey along with a bruising grip on her upper arm. Lacey found it hard to walk with her hands behind her; even the gentle motion of the boat threw her off balance.

"Look," Debbie commanded. They were standing in front of a large window into a brightly lit room. Another soundstage, Lacey realized. A woman, bound with her knees by her shoulders, was being relentlessly fucked by a machine. As Lacey watched in horrified fascination, the woman thrashed and came on the huge cock that was pistoning in and out of her cunt, but the machine never paused in its assault.

Debbie dragged her down the hall to another observation window. A man knelt on his hands and knees with his ass in the air. His neck was secured to the floor by a short chain. A man standing behind him had his hand buried to the wrist in his ass. Lacey couldn't tell if the chained man's desperate contortions were due to pleasure or pain.

Debbie propelled her further down the hall. "I wanted to show you that no one on this ship is going to help you. We call it the Lust Boat. Most of the others here for training chose to come here. They or their lovers pay good money for the privilege, which we supplement with our webcasts. But you, you we took on commission for a client."

"Do you mean someone paid you to kidnap me?" Lacey wasn't aware that she had any stalker fans-- she just wasn't that well-known of an actress.

"Oh, yes. Did you recognize the voice on the recording? Your new owner wants you to remember who your orgasms belong to."

*Recognize? Someone I know had this done to me?* "You can't possibly think that I'll play along with this sick game once you let me off this boat," Lacey said.

Debbie smiled. "I know you will by the time we're done with you. We've done this many, many times. We know just how to break you. And there will be all that lovely footage you wouldn't want made public. Ah, here we are."

She pushed Lacey into a small gym. The equipment looked a little strange. For example, Lacey could see an exercise bike with a dildo protruding from the seat.

"Got to keep that lovely body in shape," Debbie said. She pinned Lacey against the wall. Pinching Lacey's nipples, she reduced them to hardened points. Then she attached clamps to them.

Lacey wailed. Because her attention was taken by the pain in her nipples, she was caught by surprise when Debbie shoved something rounded and heavy into her cunt.

"Don't drop that vibrator from that sopping cunt of yours," Debbie said. "Or I'll double the number of times you have to clamp down on the probes tomorrow morning, even if I have to shock you every time."

Intimidated by this prospect, Lacey tightened her sore muscles to hold to weighted egg inside.

Debbie directed her onto a treadmill and attached her clamped nipples by chains to the front of the machine. She started the treadmill and the vibrator in Lacey's cunt at the same time. Lacey stumbled, and the clamps pulled excruciatingly at her nipples.

Debbie steadied her. "Keep up, slave."

It was hard with her hands still tied and the buzzing vibrations inside her, but Lacey managed to walk quickly enough to spare her nipples too much abuse. Debbie stopped her after about twenty minutes. She removed the nipple clamps. Blood flow returned with a rush of pain that had Lacey whimpering. 

Ruthlessly, Debbie spread her vulva and clamped her clit. Lacey screamed, and then she was coming for the third time at the hands of her violator. The weighted egg shifted inside her, and she only barely prevented it from falling to the floor. 

While her legs were still weak, Debbie pushed her back onto the treadmill and attached the clit clamp to the front of the machine. "I hope you can pick up the pace a bit," she said.

Although Lacey strove as if her life depended on it, she could not prevent a few very painful yanks on her clitoris before Debbie turned off the treadmill.

The clamp was removed, and her world dissolved in pain. For the first time in her life, Lacey fainted.

---

Lacey woke to the sound of a woman's tearful pleading. She tried to orient herself; she was lying naked on her bed in her stateroom. Some paneling on the wall had retracted to reveal a large flatscreen. The woman in the video was the one she'd seen earlier, being fucked by a machine. Here, she was begging to be allowed to come as a young woman fucked her ass with a strapon. "Please, just touch my clit a little. This slut needs to come, please." The camera caught her blissful expression as her request was finally granted.

Immediately, the video switched to a shameful scene Lacey remembered all too well: herself coming at Debbie's kiss on her thigh. She scrabbled for a switch, a remote control, but there was no way to turn off the screen. All night, Lacey's fitful sleep was interrupted by the sounds of sex and women orgasming.

---

The next morning, an unfamiliar woman retrieved Lacey from her cabin. A slim brunette in her forties, she hauled Lacey out of bed and took her to the soundstage with no-nonsense briskness. "I'm Eleanor, another one of the trainers," she said. 

Lacey struggled as Eleanor strapped her to the same table she'd been on yesterday, but the other woman had obviously had a lot of practice in tying down unwilling women. She moved one leg behind Lacey with a circling step, then pushed Lacey back by the throat, over the fulcrum of her thigh and onto the table. While the breath was still knocked out of the younger woman, Eleanor secured her spreadeagled.

Once Lacey was helpless, Eleanor immediately slid the training probe into her vagina. "Squeeze," she ordered.

Remembering the electrical shocks, Lacey obeyed. Although she was sore from the merciless stretching of the previous day, she squeezed down hard with her cunt muscles each time Eleanor demanded it. As she was holding her third ten-second repetition, Eleanor pinched one of her nipples and slipped a glass suction chamber over it. Surprised, Lacey momentarily loosened her grip on the probe and was zapped into clamping down again. 

Eleanor fastened another suction tube over Lacey's other nipple. Now both her nipples were drawn up into the tubes, stretched two inches long and quickly turning red-purple. Eleanor forced her to continue clamping down with her cunt even as the suction on her nipples took up a highly distracting rhythm. Lacey was shocked several more times before the tightening phase ended.

Eleanor had a different style than Debbie. Rather than taunting Lacey, she conducted herself with cool professionalism, ignoring the fact that her unwilling victim was crying. Somehow, Eleanor's impersonal style made Lacey feel even more used. The probe in her cunt swelled inexorably as the suction machine milked her tits like a cow's.

Lacey's nipples had always been sensitive, but the clamping the previous day had made them even more so. As the machine slurped at her, tugging her nipples, she was afraid she might come from the nipple stimulation combined with the pressure in her cunt. She bit the inside of her lip, determined to resist. The probe grew and stretched her to the point of pain, as it had yesterday. She couldn't help wondering if it was bigger today than yesterday, if it had already begun to open her wider.

When the probe stopped expanding, Eleanor pushed a powerful vibrator directly onto Lacey's clit. There was nothing Lacey could do but arch her back and orgasm. As she did so, she again heard the recorded voice commanding her to come. She knew that Eleanor, the audience of perverted subscribers, and whoever had ordered her kidnapping were all watching every twitch and spasm, and she still couldn't stop her body from betraying her. After her climax, the probe stretched her a little more, then deflated.

As Eleanor forced her to repeat the same set of exercises with her ass, Lacey truly started to understand her situation. This violation really was going to be done to her every morning, at the orders of the unknown woman in the recording. She had no control over what was done to her body, or over her body's reactions. Tears ran down her temples into her hair as she came hard on the massively distended probe in her ass.

---

Eleanor turned Lacey over to Debbie after her morning conditioning. "I bet you're hungry," Debbie said sympathetically.

Lacey nodded. She hadn't eaten since a light lunch the previous day. 

Debbie helped her stand on wobbly legs. "Let me just get you outfitted, and then you can eat," she said. She belted a flat, round box to the small of Lacey's back. "This is a suggestion from one of our subscribers. I'm interested to see how it works." 

Lacey was too overwhelmed to be curious. She didn't fight as Debbie tied her hands together in front of her. She could see a table with food on it against the wall, and her stomach twisted with hunger.

Debbie pulled the end of a silk rope out from the box at the small of Lacey's back, passed it between Lacey's legs and up through a ring on the front of the belt, finally clipping it onto Lacey's bound hands. As soon as she released the rope, a spring-loaded spool in the box snapped it taut. The silk settled snugly between Lacey's buttocks and vulva, riding over her clit.

Lacey sucked in her breath, because the rope was coated with something that burned and tingled against her sensitive membranes. She kept her hands pressed down against her pelvis as Debbie led her across the room, trying to minimize the friction. 

The food table was laden with fruit and delicious-smelling canapes. "Eat all you like," Debbie said. "But you have to pick it up with your hands, one piece at a time."

Lacey closed her eyes, swallowing saliva. She was so hungry her stomach felt like it was turning itself inside out. Slowly, she reached for a strawberry on a toothpick, shuddering as the treated rope dragged itself up the underside of her clitoris. Debbie made her lower her hands again before stretching for the next morsel of food. The rope's passage was almost as excruciatingly pleasurable on the way back down. Up, down. Lacey could feel moisture running down her inner thighs, more with each piece of food she conducted to her lips.

Some unseen person had requested that she be subjected to this torment, was watching avidly as each twist of rope slid over her engorged clitoris. All she wanted to do was get enough food into her belly to calm the hunger before she humiliated herself. But it was not to be; as she reached for another piece of food, Lacey tipped over the edge. Debbie kept her from falling as she came, shaking and whimpering.

Lacey came two more times before she had enough to eat.



The Lust Boat Ch. 04



Lacey had been aboard the "Lust Boat" several days now; she'd lost track of the exact number of days due to constant interruptions of her sleep schedule. She was again awakened from much-needed sleep by Debbie. 

"Get up, come on." Debbie was pulling her out of the bed in her stateroom.

Lacey blinked, dazed. In her confusion, she tangled the bedclothes around herself as she tried to get up. She'd been dreaming of smooth, slippery flesh, of being held down. *A nightmare, that's all,* she told herself. She had no idea what time it was, but the sky outside the porthole was dark. 

Debbie gave her a few scant minutes to use the bathroom and shower before hauling her down the passageway to one of the sound stage rooms.

"Stand here," Debbie demanded.

Lacey shivered slightly as Debbie busied herself with the recording equipment. She hadn't been allowed to put on any clothing, and she was feeling very exposed and vulnerable. She wrapped her arms over her belly and breasts. 

Debbie was attaching restraints to a table. Lacey could feel panic rising in her throat. When Debbie wheeled out a cloth-shrouded piece of equipment to the foot of the table, Lacey broke and ran for the door. 

The lever handle rattled but wouldn't turn. Lacey banged uselessly on the steel door.

"Stop that." Debbie's voice was mildly annoyed, as if she were speaking to a yapping dog. She strode over and zapped Lacey's buttock with a shock stick.

Lacey shrieked at the unfamiliar pain. Her hands clutched automatically at her stinging butt.

Debbie gripped Lacey's hair at the base of her neck and walked her over to the table. She flourished the shock stick menacingly before setting it down out of Lacey's reach.

Then Debbie pulled the cover off the equipment, and Lacey's entire attention was transfixed. "Oh my God," Lacey murmured. It was a fucking machine. There was no mistaking its purpose, not with that huge protruding cock. Even in repose, its power was intimidating. Gleaming steel camshaft and gears, all bolted to a sturdy frame that Debbie was even now securing at the foot of the table. 

Terrified, Lacey whimpered. Debbie laid a hand on the shock stick. Lacey swallowed and fell silent.

"A good, thorough fucking will be good for you," Debbie said. She used gloved fingers to rub a dollop of cream from a small jar into each of Lacey's nipples. Initially cool, the nipples quickly warmed and began to burn. Lacey bit her lip. 

She couldn't take her eyes off the machine. She couldn't trace its exact mechanism of operation, but she could imagine all too well how it could thrust forcefully into her defenseless flesh. 

"My friend here is tireless," Debbie said, stroking lube onto the machine's massive dildo in an obscene parody of a handjob. The fat silicone cock glistened under the lights of the soundstage. It was too fat for Debbie's fingers to close around. "It doesn't matter if you weep for mercy or beg for more; the machine just keeps fucking you regardless."

Lacey shifted her weight uneasily. She couldn't really be feeling her pussy swell, could she? The movement made her aware of a small trickle of unwelcome moisture between her labia. *If that burning in my nipples would just go away so I could think clearly....* Glancing down, she saw that whatever Debbie had smeared on her nipples had made them red and hard.

Debbie flipped a switch, and the machine whirred to life, the cock jackhammering back and forth in a powerful blur. Fear almost collapsed Lacey's knees under her. 

"I'm going to set the machine to pound your cunt for at least fifteen minutes," Debbie said with relish.

*I can't take that!* Lacey's thoughts clawed desperately at the inside of her skull.

Debbie turned the machine off. "But you're lucky, fucktoy. You get a choice."

"A choice?" Lacey grasped the dangled bait.

"You get to decide whether your cunt gets hammered with the machine's full speed and force. Even a slut like you would be sore for days after that."

"Please, I don't want that."

Debbie smiled. "So, you're saying you choose to be fucked slow and steady by my machine."

"What?" Lacey could feel her face flushing.

"Because that's your other option. Slow and deep or full speed ahead."

"But I don't want either of those options! You said I get to choose; I choose neither. Keep your pervy machine away from me."

"I'm afraid that if you refuse to choose between your two options, I will have to choose for you and set the machine to its maximum speed," Debbie said. 

"But-"

"And I'd have to punish you in other ways. How do your nipples feel?"

"My-- they feel like they're burning," Lacey replied to the apparent non-sequitor. "You put some kind of irritant on them."

"Yes. You might be enjoying its effect on your nipples," Debbie continued over the protest this statement provoked, "but you'd scream your voice away if I put that cream all over a plug and shoved it up your ass before I turned your cunt over to the machine." She had a dreamy look on her face as she envisioned it.

Lacey's entire ass clenched at the thought. "No need," she said hastily. "I'll pick from my two choices. I choose the slow setting." 

"You'll have to convince me that's what you really want." Debbie turned away, activating the machine again.

Lacey felt her adrenaline kick as she watched the madly pistoning cock. Her mouth was dry, but her cunt.... "Please! I can't take that; you'll fuck me raw!"

Casually, Debbie turned the machine back off. "Ask for what you want, then. Be specific. I don't want any of our viewers at home to miss any of the details."

*God, why did she have to remind me?* Only years of acting experience kept Lacey from glancing directly at the camera. She bit her lip.

"Go on. Unless you tell me you want to be fucked slow and deep by my big machine, I will assume you want it hard and fast, and I will treat you accordingly."

"I want your machine to f-fuck me slow." Lacey stumbled slightly over the words as hot embarrassment washed over her. *It's not like I really have a choice,* she told herself. *It's just words. I don't really want that mechanical abomination to rape me.* The throbbing ache in her clit was irrelevant.

"Where, in your ass? Is that where you want that big cock?"

"No, in my cunt. Please fuck my cunt slow and deep with your machine."

Debbie crossed her arms. "I'm still not persuaded. Do you really want it, or are you just trying to avoid punishment?"

Lacey sank to her knees. "Please, I need that cock inside me good and slow, so I can feel every stroke opening me up." Now she was even starting to convince herself. *Damn, I must be an even better actress than I thought.* "Please. I'll do whatever you want. I'll eat you out." She raised a hand but didn't quite dare to lay it on Debbie's thigh.

Debbie snorted. "Why would I need your pathetic tongue? Still, you make a good case. Get up on the table." 

Lacey swung herself onto the low table and lay back, allowing Debbie to fasten a wide restraining belt around her waist. She jumped skittishly as the restraint locked into place. Lights and the lens of another camera peered down at her from the scaffolding on the ceiling. 

Debbie left Lacey's arms and legs free, but she bolted padded blocks into place above Lacey's shoulders. "The machine fucks pretty enthusiastically," Debbie explained cheerfully. "I want you to get the full benefit of each stroke, so I need to prevent the machine from scooting your away up the table each time it drives the dildo into you."

Lacey wished fervently she hadn't felt a spurt of wetness at the thought. She'd never been fucked that vigorously in her life. Her hips moved slightly in an unconscious undulation.

Debbie fiddled with the device. Lacey found herself tensing her stomach, expecting to be assaulted by the powered dildo at any moment. *What if she doesn't turn down the speed, after all?* She pressed her legs together defensively.

ZAP! Debbie hit Lacey with the shock stick right where her inner thighs touched each other. "If you don't open your legs willingly, like the slut we both know you are, I might still conclude that you want the machine set on maximum speed."

Lacey spread her legs so quickly her tendons twinged. Air currents cooled the exposed wetness that painted her crotch and inner thighs.

"Damn, you do like the idea of being penetrated by a machine," Debbie said. "Look how sloppy wet you are for it. What kind of pervert are you?"

Lacey could feel herself blushing furiously.

"Hold you legs up with your hands on the backs of your thighs," She ordered.

Lacey obeyed, displaying herself lewdly as Debbie brought the fat fake cock right up to her cunt opening. She could see the terrifying machine framed between her raised thighs. 

"Use your fingers to spread yourself open."

Lacey reluctantly opened her lips with her hands. The sticky sensation as they peeled away made her gasp.

"No, put your fingers inside and pull your cunt wide open," Debbie said. Lacey slid a finger from each hand inside and tugged. She was ashamed to feel how easy it now was to stretch her vagina into a hungry hole.

Debbie moved the dildo forward a tiny bit. "Stretch yourself around the cock. Show everyone how eager you are."

Lacey whimpered. The machine's cock was big. Since her kidnapping, her cunt had been forced to larger diameters by the expanding probe. But she'd never been actually fucked by something this large. With the added volume of her fingers inside, she wasn't sure she could pull her entrance wide enough to encompass the dildo.

Moving her fingers in arcs inside the slick opening, she pressed hard on her muscles, willing them to give way. The cock advanced, prodding, demanding. Lacey struggled to accommodate its broad, blunt tip. The backs of her fingers squeaked against the firm silicone, while her fingertips continued to coax more dilation from her cunt. 

For a while, she was almost certain it couldn't be done. Every time she got one side of her opening to encircle the dildo, the other side slipped off. Her soft grunts of fear and frustration had Debbie smiling. Finally, though, she managed to pull her fingers free and snap her cunt opening tight around the cock like a gasket. 

Lacey replaced her hands on the backs of her thighs, relieving fatigued muscles. Without her fingers inside, the girth of the dildo wasn't painful; it felt pleasantly tight in her cunt. Debbie moved a lever on the machine, pushing the cock deeper with excruciating slowness. Lacey could feel every millimeter of its progress, tunneling deep inside her, opening her wide.

When the dildo's rounded head hit her cervix, Lacey tensed and sucked in her breath. Debbie pulled the shaft back just a little, so it no longer pushed against the tender spot. She adjusted a dial on the side of the machine. 

Debbie withdrew the cock more quickly than it had gone in, stopping with the head inside Lacey's entrance. Again she made an adjustment on the device.

Lacey made a sound in the back of her throat as her cunt was emptied. Without meaning to, she tilted her hips, striving to take more of the shaft back inside. The machine remained unmoving, indifferent to her need.

"You have to ask for what you want, slut," Debbie said.

"Please, I need it to fuck me," Lacey blurted out. "Not too fast," she remembered to add.

"But I'm sure a nice girl wouldn't want something like that. Why do you want it?"

Even Lacey couldn't pretend anymore that she was only trying to avoid the brutal full-speed setting. Her cunt was drooling with anticipation. "Because I'm a slut," she sobbed.

Debbie rewarded this admission by turning the fucking machine on. It whirred for a second, then slammed forward into Lacey's open cunt. The force of it knocked some of the breath out of her. 

Working at a deliberate pace, the machine drew back and shoved the cock into her again. Lacey's fingers dug into the backs of her thighs. "Oh, God." She shouldn't be enjoying this, but her cunt was making an unmistakeable wet squishing sound every time the machine drove its way in.

It was frightening and hot at the same time. Strapped down as she was, Lacey felt almost like a part of the machine, the part that shuddered and writhed and moaned with each slow stroke. Certainly she wasn't controlling her body anymore.

Debbie got her attention by pinching her nipple, hard. Lacey's eyes focused on her with difficulty. "Play with your clit, slut."

Lacey didn't hesitate. Her right hand flew to the engorged flesh standing out from her pussy. As she rolled the shaft between her fingertips, her head tilted back on a wave of pleasure.

The machine was still fucking Lacey slow and deep, rocking her body hard against the pads on her shoulders. "Faster," she pleaded.

Debbie laughed. "You already picked the speed; I'm not going to change it. You made your bed, and now you have to lie in it."

Lacey growled in frustration. Her hips rocked as wildly as her position allowed, and her fingers plucked furiously at her clit.

Suddenly, orgasm overtook her. Pleasure screamed through her convulsing body. Lacey's cunt gulped eagerly at the fake cock, but the machine did not accommodate its strokes to the rhythm of her spasms. It continued to spit her with relentless regularity.

Lacey's hand fell limply away when the climax finished. Debbie pinched her nipple again, twisting viciously. "Did I say you should stop diddling yourself, slave?"

Lacey quickly started stroking her clit again. It was very sensitive because she had just come, but she could already feel it twitching back towards rigidity.

The big cock slid in and out, penetrating the full depth of her cunt with each measured stroke. Lacey's thighs began to tremble with imminent orgasm again.

Debbie laid a hand on Lacey's belly, causing the taut muscles to jump. Lacey frantically milked her clit.

"Is being raped by this machine about to make you come?" Debbie asked.

"Noo," Lacey groaned through clenched teeth. But she jerked and came hard as the next stroke impaled her. This second orgasm was even more intense, graying out her vision for several seconds.

This time Lacey knew not to drop her hand when the orgasm drained out of her body. Her muscles felt weak, but she managed to keep her knees up and her hand between her legs.

Pitiless, the device plowed into her exhausted body. Lacey massaged her clit gently. To her surprise, it stirred again. Her cunt tightened on the silicone invader.

Orgasm evaded her, though. Lacey hung at the edge, unsure if she wanted to tip over. She closed her eyes. Nothing mattered but the next thrust of the cock into her center, as reliable as clockwork.

Until it stopped. On its outward stroke, the dildo withdrew all the way and failed to return. Lacey wailed in protest before she could catch herself. Her cunt clenched in on itself.

Opening her eyes, she saw Debbie smirking down at her. Debbie brushed Lacey's hair back from her sweaty forehead with a gentle hand. "Your fifteen minutes is up. Aren't you glad that horrible, perverted ordeal is over?"

Lacey broke down. She knew she was playing into her captors' hands, but she couldn't help herself. Her cunt felt forlorn and empty. She badly needed to come around that fat cock. Tears prickled in her eyes and nose. Her hips pumped uselessly at empty air.

"Please," Lacey whimpered. She couldn't quite bring herself to articulate what it was she was asking for. Debbie knew what she wanted. Lacey prayed that would be enough. "Please."

A long pause ticked by. "All right," Debbie said at last. "You really have been quite cooperative today, and you should learn that cooperation is rewarded."

Lacey sobbed with relief when she heard the whir of the machine being activated. The dildo plunged easily into her welcoming cunt.

Debbie knocked Lacey's hand away from her clit and substituted her own. She stroked the bound woman aggressively. Lacey thrashed, her moans rising steadily in pitch and volume. 

"You're such a good little fucktoy," Debbie said. "Take what you deserve." 

Lacey's moans rose to a scream. She bucked on the cock as her cunt embraced it over and over.

This time, Lacey didn't protest when the machine left her. She lay near-catatonic as Debbie cleaned and oiled the machine. Her mind played an endless loop: *What I deserve. I earned it. I begged for it. Oh, God, what have I done?*



The Lust Boat Ch. 05



As days passed into weeks, Lacey's existence dissolved into an endless succession of unwanted orgasms. Debbie or Eleanor pushed her cunt and ass to new limits every morning, forcing her to orgasm so her muscles could be stretched ever wider. Daily exercise sessions often yielded orgasms, too, as Lacey sweated on a bike while impaled on a vibrating dildo, or ran on a treadmill while a butterfly vibe stimulated her clit. 

Every evening, Lacey was locked in her stateroom with the relentless videos of herself and other female slaves being pleasured. The women onscreen were ruthlessly dominated, but their need was obvious. Lacey understood viscerally why they panted and screamed for release. The moans and pleas invaded her dreams.

At the request of various subscribers, Lacey was fucked with a wide variety of objects. She came hard for the cameras with a fat curling iron in her ass and the handle of a tennis racket in her cunt, bent over the arm of a couch. It made it worse somehow to know that various strangers had paid for each violation. She was vulnerable to the depraved whims of an unknown number of others, in addition to the attendants and the woman who'd had her kidnapped. 

As the stretching exercises took effect, the trainers were able to insert larger and larger objects into Lacey's hungry orifices. Eventually, Lacey was horrified to find herself thrusting her hips as Debbie raped her drooling cunt with a baseball bat. In addition, the tightening exercises had made Lacey's orgasms noticeably more intense, as intended, so that her whole body was consumed in pleasure when she clamped down in climax on the bat's smooth, massive shaft.

---

One morning, Lacey was restrained and dilated as usual, but Debbie did not make her come and force her open any farther. Habituated to the routine, Lacey couldn't help looking questioningly at Debbie as the second probe was removed from her anus.

"Oh, so you *do* want to come after all? That's as wide as we can stretch even your slutty cunt and asshole," Debbie said. "You've graduated to phase two of your training. Someone came aboard at the last port to visit you." 

Debbie released the naked woman from the table. Lacey had long since stopped fighting whenever she was unrestrained. Debbie led her to a bed and directed her to sit. Uncomfortably aroused and apprehensive, Lacey obeyed.

Debbie raised her voice and called "Come on in, now."

A beautiful, dark-haired woman entered the soundstage. Her face was hidden by a black mask, but her smoothly muscled body was flawless and naked. "After so long watching, I'm finally going to make her come under me," she said in an intense alto.

Lacey shivered. *That voice--*

"Meet your new owner, Lacey," Debbie said.

"You may call me mistress," the woman said.

Lacey could feel her clit twitch every time the woman spoke. This was the woman whose recorded voice spoke intimately in her ear, "Come for me, Lacey," almost every time an orgasm was wrung from her. Lacey sat up straight, trying to find her anger. This was the woman who had ordered her kidnapping and abuse.

"I will never call you mistress," she muttered sullenly.

The woman laughed. "Just like you never longed for a woman to fuck you," she said. She held out her hand, and Debbie handed her a fat strapon in a harness. Lacey couldn't look away as the woman put it on. The silicone cock jutted lewdly from her hips, and Lacey knew exactly what she planned to do with it. Despite herself, Lacey felt a spurt of wetness leak between swollen lips.

The masked woman stalked closer. She grabbed Lacey by the chin, fingers digging in when Lacey tried to turn her face away. Their bodies were so close Lacey could feel her body heat. 

Dark eyes searched Lacey's blue ones. Lacey hoped her fear and arousal weren't as obvious as they felt. "Yes, I made the right decision when I decided to have you kidnapped." She released Lacey's chin and stroked her hair. Lacey shrank back from her touch, leaning away.

"When I first saw you, I could think of nothing but taking you," the woman continued. "Filling my hands with your breasts, filling your cunt until you screamed." She stepped forward, and the strapon nudged Lacey's thigh. Lacey shuddered.

"But then I realized that raping you once wouldn't be enough. A repressed slut like you has so much potential-- much better to *have* than to simply *take* and discard. Now I can use you whenever I want, however I want, over and over." Her eyes were gleaming avidly through the mask.

Lacey shook her head; her protests caught in her throat.

"Hold her," the woman said shortly. Debbie pulled Lacey back on the bed and pinned her arms over her head. The masked woman positioned herself between Lacey's legs, digging her knees in to force Lacey's thighs open, and thrust into her cunt with the fake cock. The cock sank in easily; Lacey was still wet and open from the dilation exercise.

Lacey screamed and thrashed under her. Instinctively, she clamped down with her cunt muscles, trying to repel the invasion. Instead, the tightness only intensified the sensation. The cock bored into her, and Lacey was powerless to stop either the hard thrusts or the pleasure that accompanied them. 

"You're... mine." the masked woman said as she pounded in and out of Lacey's cunt with an obscene wet noise. She fucked Lacey mercilessly, driving for her own pleasure as the toy pressed against her clit.

Even as her body was being thoroughly used, Lacey felt an orgasm building. Her hips undulated as she tried to take the cock deeper inside her, her driving need for release overwhelming her reluctance. Her clit was dragged up and down the shaft with every stroke. "Nooo." she moaned uselessly as she came on the thrusting strapon, writhing against Debbie's grip.

The masked woman ignored Lacey's cries and continued to thrust into her helpless body until she reached her own climax with a quiet grunt and a jerk of her hips.

The woman Lacey refused to think of as her owner withdrew herself from Lacey's body. She reached under the bed and produced a powerful plug-in vibrator. Calm dark eyes regarded Lacey through the mask.

Still holding Lacey's gaze, the woman pressed the head of the vibrator against Lacey's clit and flicked the switch. Lacey's whole body went rigid. "Come for me, Lacey," the woman demanded, and Lacey had no choice but to obey.

But the woman didn't remove the vibrator at the end of Lacey's orgasm. Lacey catapulted immediately into another orgasm without a pause, something she'd never experienced. When that orgasm passed, the woman still held the buzzing, throbbing toy pressed hard against Lacey's too-sensitive nub. 

The sensation was so intense as to be painful. It built, and she was coming again, bucking hard against the hands that held her. Pain swelled and blossomed in her clitoris. No matter how Lacey twisted, the woman held the vibrator firmly against her clit. 

It took longer this time, but she came again. Pleasure briefly supplanted pain as the climax washed over her, but it brought no release. The device was still there, sending waves of stimulation through her sex.

Lacey looked into those pitiless eyes. "Please," she said. Then her voice was ripped away as another orgasm was forced from her.

"Please, what? Do you want another orgasm, my pet?" the woman asked lightly, pressing the vibrator hard into Lacey's quivering flesh.

"No, please. Please stop. It hurts. I can't stand to come again," Lacey sobbed. Her clit burned. The vibrations felt like they were penetrating into her very bones.

"Oh, but if you want a favor from me, slave, you must address me by my proper title." The woman watched dispassionately as Lacey's body went rigid on the brink of another orgasm.

Lacey clenched her teeth. *I won't.* But the buzzing pressure continued, taking over her whole body. She screamed hoarsely as she came yet again.

The pressure never even faltered. It was unbearable. "Please," Lacey said. "Please, M-Mistress. Don't make me come again."

Her mistress's eyes shone with satisfaction as she turned off the vibrator.



The Lust Boat Ch. 06



Ch. 6. From now on, she has to earn her orgasms... and admit she wants a woman's touch.

The next morning, Eleanor again put Lacey through her strengthening and dilation exercises without allowing her to come. She left Lacey lying on the table, trying not to look at her swollen pussy in the mirror. 

Lacey was almost glad of the distraction when Debbie came in. "So, Lacey. I hear you're totally straight." She lightly trailed her fingers over the vulnerable skin of the restrained woman's inner arms.

"Yes. I'm straight." Lacey wasn't about to admit to being a closeted lesbian to this woman. Just because Lacey's body responded to her touch didn't mean Lacey wanted to be touched. Goosebumps rose on Lacey's skin.

"Right, and you told 'Rumors' magazine that you weren't comfortable working with a sexual deviant," Debbie said. Muscles jumped under her fingers as they circled Lacey's navel. "That was after you outed Kate Ringold to them, wasn't it?"

"What?" Lacey had, in fact, outed Kate because Kate had discerned her own proclivities. They were working on a shoot together, and Lacey had been afraid Kate would out her if she refused to sleep with her. Lacey had acted pre-emptively to undermine Kate's credibility.

"I bet you thought that was a good cover," Debbie said. She began rolling and tugging Lacey's nipples. Lacey could feel each tug in her clit. "But," Debbie continued, "that kind of paranoid homophobia is a dead giveaway. Only the George Rekers and Ted Haggards of this world care that much about gay sex."

"I don't know what you mean," Lacey said, fighting to keep her hips still.

"Oh, I think you do." Debbie leaned closer. "I can smell you." She ran a hand up Lacey's inner thigh to her crotch and held up the glistening evidence of her arousal. Lacey flushed with shame, which only increased the flow of moisture from her cunt.

"Here's the thing, slave. Up til now you've been lucky in that you have been granted multiple orgasms a day, whether you wanted them or not."

Given the acute embarrassment of being overcome by her body's sexual response while she was being taken against her will, Lacey would not have described herself as lucky.

"Now, though, the free ride's over," Debbie said. She spread Lacey's slick vulva and admired the defiant stiffness of her clit. "Your body has gotten used to coming frequently. Do you recall begging to be allowed to stop coming yesterday?"

Lacey knew she would never forget it. The memory of abasing herself for the masked woman, of accepting her as her mistress, was seared into her psyche.

"You're going to find it bitterly ironic that you ever passed up a chance to orgasm," Debbie said. Lightly, she pinched the shaft of Lacey's clit in her thumb and forefinger. She could feel it swell until it was rock hard. Lacey's hips jerked. Debbie removed her hand.

"A slave, after all, exists for the pleasure of her owner. You're going to have to earn your release from here on out. Our own sort of work-release program, you might say." Debbie dabbed at the tip of Lacey's clit.

Lacey lost the struggle to control her hips and pressed up towards Debbie's hand. Her clit was aching, actually painful with the need to be touched. If she could just get some pressure against it, it would stop dominating her attention.

Debbie didn't co-operate. She stroked her fingers around the opening to Lacey's vagina, over the wrinkled bud of her anus. Lacey was panting. *What was she just saying? I have to earn it? No, I don't want her to touch me.* But she did.

Debbie stroked up the underside of Lacey's engorged clit, and Lacey's back arched. But a single stroke was all Debbie gave her before she resumed her teasing. Lacey cracked. "Please," she said.

"Please what?"

"Please touch my clit," Lacey said through clenched teeth.

"No." Debbie twisted Lacey's nipples instead.

"Oh, God. I need it. What do you want from me?"

"I want you to tell me and all our viewers about the first girl you ever had sex with. In detail."

Debbie's words cut partially through Lacey's haze of need. "I told you, I'm straight," Lacey said.

Debbie stepped away from the table and walked towards the door. "Well, then, I guess you don't want me to make you come, since I'm a woman."

"All right," Lacey said hastily. "Please, I just need to come." *No point in staying in the closet for my career now anyway. If anyone sees these tapes....* 

"In college, I had this boyfriend, Dave," Lacey began. Debbie came back over and milked one of her nipples encouragingly. "He wanted a threesome. There was this really hot girl, Micaela, who I had a terrible crush on. I knew she was into Dave."

"What did she look like?" Debbie prompted.

"She was Italian, with wavy dark hair and olive skin. She had an adorable mole on her left ass-cheek. I--I had seen it when she was getting out of the shower one morning."

"So, this Micaela agreed to sleep with you and your boyfriend?" Debbie was working both of Lacey's nipples now.

"After some tequila, yeah," Lacey said. Debbie sucked a nipple into her mouth. "Um, that feels so nice. We all got naked, and I started kissing Micaela. Her lips were so soft..." Caught in the memory, Lacey's voice trailed off.

Debbie spat out Lacey's nipple. "Keep talking if you want me to keep touching."

"Her skin felt all smooth and warm against mine. Our breasts pressed into each other. I touched her nipple, and she made this *sound.* I would have done anything to get her to make that noise again." Debbie's fingers were trailing up and down Lacey's inner thighs. Every time they approached her crotch, her cunt clenched in futile anticipation.

"I pushed her back on the bed and started sucking on her tits. She was squirming under me. Dave kept annoying me by trying to get in between us. I told him to sit back and give himself a handjob if he couldn't wait."

"I'll bet he was pissed," Debbie said. She passed belts around each of Lacey's thighs. Lacey winced as Debbie attached clothespins to her vulva and tied them to her thighs, spreading her sex wide. However, the pain faded quickly and did nothing to abate her need to come.

"At that point, I didn't care about Dave. Micaela opened her thighs for me, and I slid my fingers into her pussy. I'll always remember the feel of it. Hot and slippery. Oh!" Debbie was stroking Lacey's own hot, slippery flesh. "Please," she whimpered, all pride gone.

"Keep going," Debbie commanded.

"Christ. Micaela was moaning and had her eyes closed. Every sound she made, made me wetter. Oh, yes, please stroke me like that!"

"So, you do admit you like sex with women?" Debbie taunted.

"Yes, damn you! I tried to deny I wanted women before that, but after Micaela I couldn't hide it from myself. Touch my clit again, please."

"I would, but you haven't finished your story."

"I put my face in her crotch and licked and sucked. At some point, Dave started fucking me doggy style, and I was so into eating Micaela out that I didn't even take my face out of her pussy to tell him to stop." 

Debbie's fingers were milking along the shaft of Lacey's clit. Lacey made a high, tight sound in the back of her throat.

"Did Micaela come?"

"Ohhh."

"Answer me," Debbie snapped. She pinched Lacey's clit firmly. "Did you make her come with your slutty mouth?"

"Yes, yes she came twice." Lacey could barely speak through the orgasm she could feel building in her belly.

"And did you come, slave?" Debbie's stroking was insistent now. Nothing could prevent Lacey's orgasm.

"Yes. I came on his cock with my face in Micaela's pussy. Please!"

Debbie finally granted Lacey her orgasm. Lacey convulsed so hard her bonds dug deep into her skin. Her cunt and ass pulsed, exposed to Debbie's eyes and the cameras by the clothespins that held her open. Consumed by her pleasure, Lacey paid no attention.

It was only later, as she lay limp with sweat cooling on her body, that she realized that she had begged and humiliated herself for the privilege of being raped by one of her kidnappers. *I was weak; I just needed to come so bad. It won't happen again,* she assured herself.



The Lust Boat Ch. 07



So far, Lacey still had not discovered the identity of the masked woman she had called "mistress" in a shameful moment of weakness. Who had ordered her kidnapped? What kind of woman planned to systematically violate and break down another? Even now, several days later, Lacey shivered to recall the woman's matter-of-fact statement that she planned to keep Lacey captive to use her body whenever she pleased. Was she a crazy fan, a random stalker, a coworker? How could Lacey be a "slave" to a woman whose name she didn't even know? *I'm a person, not a-- a convenience, damn it!* Lacey thought.

The dark-haired woman had seemed familiar. However, Lacey had been in too much distress—and, were she honest, too turned on—to try to figure out who the woman was. It was hard to correlate mannerisms to her mental rolodex when she was coming her brains out. 

Lacey had been worrying away at the problem for several days now. In a way, it was a good distraction from the fact that she had not been allowed to come since the morning after the encounter with her mistress. Her groin felt unpleasantly heavy. Before all this had happened to her, she could not have imagined how intense the need to come could be. She'd made a career of denying her sexual impulses, jerking off as needed to relieve the pressure. But it seemed the ability to insert enormous items into her orifices wasn't the only change the constant assaults had wrought in her body. She was distractingly, frustratingly horny.

When Eleanor announced that Lacey's mistress had again sent for her, Lacey didn't know whether she was more scared or relieved. Eleanor instructed Lacey to take off the robe that was the only item of clothing she had been allowed to keep. 

With her characteristic cool manner, the older woman tied a blindfold over Lacey's eyes and fastened her hands together in front of her. She towed the blindfolded girl naked through the ship's corridors. Lacey was definitely scared now, feeling utterly vulnerable. Several times, they passed other people in the corridors. Two of them commented on her appearance, and one of them goosed her as she passed. Eleanor ignored her squeak at this sudden incursion by an unseen assailant.

Lacey stumbled slightly on the raised threshold as Eleanor pulled her into a room. 

"I've brought your toy, ma'am."

"Thank you, Eleanor," answered the alto voice Lacey now heard in her dreams. "I'd like you to set her up for me over on the far wall."

Eleanor again tugged Lacey by the wrist restraints to pull her across the room. Lacey was afraid there might be furniture or other obstacles, but, if there were, Eleanor guided her well enough around them. Eleanor dropped Lacey's wrists abruptly, and Lacey stopped, too unsure of her surroundings to attempt to run. Eleanor turned Lacey firmly until her back and shoulders pressed up against the wall. It was cool and slick, a painted metal bulkhead. 

"Attach that spreader to my slut's ankles," the woman instructed.

Eleanor buckled cuffs around Lacey's ankles and attached an inflexible bar between them. It wasn't very long, but it forced Lacey's legs apart far enough that she couldn't close her thighs to protect her crotch. She teetered slightly, and Eleanor shoved her back into the wall.

"Leave her wrists together, but fasten them up over her head," the instructions continued.

Lacey found her hands pulled up tautly and hooked to something above her. Now she was stretched out helplessly, blind, her legs spread. Her arms weren't uncomfortably stretched, but she couldn't get slack to bend them unless she rose up on the balls of her feet. 

Lacey could hear footsteps approaching. Someone stroked her cheek. "Mine," the woman breathed. Lacey turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut beneath the blindfold. 

"Do you need any more assistance?" Eleanor asked. 

"No, I think I'd prefer to do everything else myself. The personal touch. Just check the AV equipment before you go."

The door closed behind Eleanor, leaving Lacey alone for the first time with her new owner. 

"Alone at last," the woman said. "You'll have to get used to spending a lot of time alone with me. It's so much more intimate this way, don't you think? Just you, me, and the cameras?"

"Who are you?" Lacey demanded. The elusive familiarity of this woman was maddening.

The woman laughed. "I thought you might have figured it out by now. But I guess it's true what they say: actors aren't chosen for their brains."

Without warning, she pulled off Lacey's blindfold. Lacey flinched and blinked in the bright light. Her watering eyes took a while to focus on the dark-haired woman in front of her. "Angie!"

She felt like she'd been kicked in the stomach. As her manager, Angie was the only one who knew about the supposed part she'd gotten, the only one who knew that Lacey had been told to report for filming on boat. All this time, she'd been hoping that Angie, too, had been tricked, and that she'd get suspicious and report Lacey missing. Now it seemed her new manager wanted to own her, not rescue her.

"That's *Mistress* Angie to you, slave." Angie pinched Lacey's nipple hard, increasing the pressure steadily.

"Ow!"

"Ow, Mistress?" Angie prompted, clamping down even harder.

"Ok, ok! Mistress Angie," Lacey said.

Immediately, Angie let up on Lacey's bruised nipple, massaging it gently to ease the pain. "You see, good behavior is rewarded."

"You can't really be serious about keeping me as a slave," Lacey said. She didn't like the pleading note in her own voice. 

"I guess you'll have to decide whether you think I'm serious for yourself. But it will save your sweet little body a lot of punishment if you behave as if I am." Angie didn't sound like the prospect of punishing Lacey bothered her. 

Angie turned casually away, opening a tool box off to the side. Lacey noticed for the first time that the wall opposite was entirely mirrored. She could see herself splayed against the wall, which featured many hooks, cranks, chains, and fastening points. Her breasts were pulled high and perky by the position of her arms. The nipple Angie had squeezed was deep red. 

While Lacey had been distracted in horrified contemplation of her own reflection, Angie had found the items she wanted. She bent down in front of her captive and attached a dildo to a fitting on the wall between Lacey's calves. When the dildo had been securely attached, it protruded from the wall like a coat hook. Angie made sure to coat it with lube before she stood up again. 

Lacey's eyes were wide with trepidation. "What are you going to do...mistress?"

"I'm going to play with you, fucktoy. Obviously. I don't know what you're worried about; as I recall, you very much enjoyed me playing with you last time. Repeatedly."

Lacey blushed. She hadn't wanted to come, had tried not to, but she'd been at Angie's mercy. It was true, she'd orgasmed over and over. *But I didn't enjoy it...no matter how good it felt,* she thought weakly. 

Angie turned a crank on the wall next to Lacey. The dildo began to rise on a track. Lacey could see its slow progress in the mirror as it approached her crotch. She jumped a little when the head of the dildo brushed her buttocks.

Angie stopped cranking and reached between Lacey's legs to caress her asshole. The spreader bar rattled as Lacey instinctively tried to bring her thighs together and deny Angie access. Angie just shook her head reproachfully, not even deigning to comment on this futile attempt at disobedience. She circled and palpated Lacey's anus with her fingertips, slick with lube. Lacey's breath caught as a finger slipped inside. Angie twisted her finger slowly in the tight opening, feeling the muscles soften despite Lacey's attempts at resistance. She pulled out and carefully positioned the head of the dildo against Lacey's anus.

When Angie began cranking the dildo up again, Lacey whimpered. The thick, slippery head forced its way past the ring of muscle, followed by the shaft as the dildo penetrated up into her rectum. The pleasure that accompanied it was as unwelcome as the fake cock's intrusion into her body. Lacey almost wished that it would hurt; that would be less disturbing. But the cries that she was swallowing were not ones of pain. 

The dildo continued up into her ass until she was hoisted slightly up off her heels. She was pinned to the wall like a butterfly in a collector's box. Angie stepped back to survey the results. "Lovely." She reached out to roll and tug at one of Lacey's hardened nipples. Lacey's clit twitched at each tug.

"Why?" Lacey asked, voice breaking. "Why are you doing this to me? This is rape."

Angie didn't stop playing with Lacey's nipple. She smiled. "Yes, it is. I suppose there are two reasons I decided to make you my sex slave. The most important, of course, is that I want to. I enjoy making you please me, and now you have to do whatever I want, whenever I want. That slutty body of yours is very sexy, and I enjoy your reactions." 

She let go of Lacey's nipple and turned back to the tool box. "The second reason you make a good choice as a sex slave is that you like it. You try to pretend you don't, but the truth is that the more I humiliate and violate you, the hotter you get."

"No," Lacey said hoarsely. "That's—That can't be true. I hate what you've done to me. I don't want any of it." She eyed the vibrating egg Angie now held with apprehension.

"Hmm. Tell you what," Angie said, weighing the insertable vibe in her hand. "I was going to shove this up your snatch. But I won't if you aren't enjoying this. There's an easy way to find out." Her fingers slipped through Lacey's pussy. They came out, as both women had known they would, glistening with Lacey's copious secretions.

Angie held this incontrovertible evidence up in front of Lacey's face. Lacey dropped her eyes in shame. "Clean my fingers," Angie ordered. Lacey obediently opened her mouth and sucked her juices off Angie's fingers.

"Look at you," Angie said, thrusting her fingers suggestively in and out of Lacey's mouth. "You're a natural slut. I've got you hung up like a slab of meat, and it makes you wet. You deserve everything I've done to you and more."

She pulled her fingers out with an audible "pop," then pressed the egg vibrator into Lacey's cunt. "I know your cunt's all sloppy and wet, but you'll be sorry if you drop that."

Lacey tightened her muscles to hold the vibe in, causing it to slide deeper inside. She couldn't help moaning when Angie turned it on.

"I'm not going to touch you again until you ask me to," Angie said. "That's what you wanted, right?"

Lacey couldn't answer. The combination of the vibrations deep inside her cunt and the thick cock in her ass was debilitating. Her head fell back on her neck. As her knees weakened, her arms and the dildo in her ass took more of her weight. 

Her clit felt swollen and heavy. She craved release, and there was no hiding it. Hanging there, helpless to relieve the pressure in her clit, she saw that Angie had donned an impressive strap-on. The fake cock sprang up eagerly from Angie's groin, brushing her smooth stomach. 

Lacey squeezed rhythmically on the smooth vibe inside her. If she could trigger her own climax, she wouldn't need to ask Angie to touch her. The egg-shaped vibe slid up and down inside her as she clenched around it, separated from the fullness in her rectum only by a thin wall of swollen flesh. Several minutes of this left her panting and dripping with sweat, but still frustrated. 

Angie stood with crossed arms and an amused expression. "You look like a hooked fish thrashing on a line. Maybe we should post that video clip on the site as a free teaser; a lot more people will watch it that way, and it should bring in more subscribers."

Lacey tried to ignore her, but she couldn't ignore her growing need to come. *If she touches me, maybe I can come quickly and get it over with.* Juices coated her inner thighs.

Her willpower broke. "Damn you! Touch me and let me come."

Angie didn't even uncross her arms. "Now, now. That's not a properly framed request, slave." 

Lacey swallowed hard. "Please touch me, mistress, so I can come."

Angie was stroking the strap-on like a cock. "That's a little better. But if I decide to touch you, I'm going to fuck that tight cunt of yours with this big cock, and I'm not going to stop until I'm done. I don't care if you come or not. Tell me that's what you want."

Lacey felt a spurt of wetness from her traitorous cunt, which liked the idea of that strap-on deep inside. She had to clamp down quickly to prevent the vibrator from sliding out of her onto the floor. "Please, mistress, I want you to put that big cock in my cunt and fuck me."

"Until?" Angie prompted.

"Until you're done using me."

Lacey's cunt felt bereft when Angie pulled the vibrator out by its string. Angie soon replaced it, though, thrusting savagely up into the slick orifice with the strap-on. She was wet and open, and the cock slid in easily despite its size. Lacey gave an involuntary shriek of delight as Angie's hips slammed into hers. 

The dildo in her ass made the channel of her cunt even tighter around the strap-on, and she felt impossibly full. So full that there was no room for anything else inside her, no room even for her self. 

The force of the thrust lifted Lacey slightly. As the thick strap-on withdrew, Lacey fell back down all the way on the dildo in her ass. Then Angie stabbed up into her cunt again. Lacey was fully impaled alternately on the two fake cocks.

She could feel them slipping past each other, separated only by the walls of her orifices. The fat head of the dildo in her cunt slid along the shaft in her rectum, squeezing the flesh in between. Angie was using her like a possession, a mere thing. Lacey felt like a thing, too, a body that wailed and shuddered and lubricated in unthinking pleasure while her conscious mind was unable to impose her will to stop it.

Each thrust of Angie's hips drove hard against Lacey's clit, which was swollen so full it felt like it might burst like a ripening tomato. Lacey mewled when Angie twisted her nipple again; the sensations from her lower body were so overwhelming, she was surprised to find more pleasure could still be wrung from her.  

After only a few thrusts, Lacey suffered a massive orgasm. She screamed as the spasms jerked her limbs against her bonds and clamped her internal muscles around the invading cocks in wave after wave of blinding pleasure. 

Angie gave a satisfied grunt, but did not otherwise acknowledge her slave's climax. She continued to fuck Lacey vigorously. Lacey felt her own arousal growing again almost as soon as the orgasm passed. The cock in her cunt and the one in her ass combined to make her feel that Angie could touch every part of her, inside and out. There was nowhere to hide.

Lacey knew she should have been appalled at this violation, but all she could think about was how *good* it felt. Maybe Angie was right about her; maybe she was a dirty slut who deserved to be raped. If Angie kept her as a slave, she would take Lacey like this whenever she felt like it. To her shame, Lacey came again just thinking about it.

Angie's breathing was ragged now, and her muscles stood out tensely. She thrust slow and deep into Lacey's cunt, deliberately claiming her. Lacey knew she would be sore in a couple of hours, but, even after two orgasms, her cunt and ass were quivering with pleasure under the assault.

Angie slipped her fingers in under the strap-on harness to stroke her own clit.  Lacey could tell Angie was close to coming, and she hoped she might be able to eke out another orgasm of her own. Her clit was swelling again. 

But then Angie's breath whooshed out as her climax hit. "Mine," she growled as her twitching hips drove the strap-on repeatedly into Lacey's cunt. "Mine." She ground herself unmercifully into Lacey's tenderized crotch until her release was finished, then withdrew.

Lacey hung on the wall, wet to her knees with her own cooling juices. The dildo hooked in her ass dug in deep as she slumped. Pressure beat with her pulse in her clit. She sobbed a little in frustration when she realized Angie wasn't going to let her come again.



The Lust Boat Ch. 08



Ch. 8. Humiliation and frustration in the gym. And Mistress Angie uses her slave's mouth--thoroughly.




Lacey's horizons had shrunk since her kidnapping. Surrounded by featureless ocean, the ship formed her entire world. She had no idea where they were. Whenever the Desiderata was in sight of land, Lacey and the other slaves were confined to their quarters. 

Now that her mistress had come aboard, Lacey spent much of her day serving Angie in her suite. Cleaning, fetching coffee, taking dictation. Never sure if she wanted to avoid attracting Angie's attention or whether she craved it. 

But Lacey was still subjected to dilation every morning, and she still had to used the perverted gym at least an hour a day. This morning, to Lacey's dismay, there was a new piece of exercise equipment in the gym. She knew Angie wanted her to exercise so she could keep her figure, but every exercise session had also been an opportunity to violate her in front of the cameras. A new piece of equipment would mean some new indignity.

*Maybe it's not for me,* she hoped, looking at it out of the corner of her eye. It looked like a rowing machine, though one with wrist and ankle shackles. *Looks like someone watched Ben Hur one too many times.*

When Debbie ordered her to strip and sit on the rowing machine's low seat, Lacey was apprehensive but not surprised. Debbie locked her wrists to the "oars" and her feet to the stationary footrests. In order to "row," Lacey would have to straighten her legs and pull back the handles so that the seat slid backwards on its track. So far, fairly unobjectionable.

Debbie came around behind Lacey and starting rolling and tugging at her nipples. Lacey moaned as her nipples hardened. It felt good, but she knew what was coming next; Debbie clipped clamps over the sensitive nubs. Despite herself, Lacey could feel wetness trickling from her cunt. It had been too long since she'd been allowed to come. Debbie hooked the nipple clamps to elastic bands at the front of the machine. The tension was loose now, but the farther back Lacey pulled the oars and the seat, the harder her nipples would be pulled away from her body.

Lacey forgot all about her nipples, though, when Debbie slid a padded anvil up against her crotch. The pad had a hole in it. Without warning, Debbie slid a dildo through it and into Lacey's cunt. It was too long; Lacey winced as it hit her cervix. Debbie didn't draw it back, though. She fixed the cock in place where it was, pressing painfully at the back of Lacey's cunt.

As soon as Debbie released her, Lacey pushed herself back away from the insistent nudging of the cock. Pulling back against the resistance of the "oars" and the hydraulics of the seat track was hard work. She couldn't just lock her knees and stay at the fully extended position, though; the pain in her stretched nipples was too great. 

Reluctantly, she allowed herself to slide back onto the cock. The hydraulic pistons shoved her forward with more force than she could control, and again the cock bumped up against her cervix. Lacey moaned, pulling back again. Back and forth, alternately stretching her nipples and impaling herself on the overly long dildo.

There was no way to avoid the discomfort; she wasn't strong enough to hold herself in the middle of an oar stroke for long. After a few minutes, however, the pain began to transmute into pleasure. She began to enjoy the sensation of the cock bottoming out in her, fucking her deeper than she'd ever been penetrated. And each twang of her nipples seemed to be echoed in her clit.

The wet sounds of her cunt swallowing the dildo rose above the hiss of the hydraulics. But Lacey was tiring. Her arms and legs trembled. She wanted to stroke faster, but she was slowing. 

She wasn't able to complete a full stroke now, so she just pushed herself back and forth a few inches on the cock, helplessly transfixed. She couldn't reach the padded anvil between her legs with her clit, no matter how she pushed her bruised cervix against the dildo. 

Eventually, Lacey just sat there with tears running down her face, whimpering and clenching her cunt uselessly around the dildo. Debbie released her after a few minutes of this.

"I told you before that you wouldn't be allowed to come unless you earned it. Oh, but it was beautiful to watch you try! The subscriber who designed that machine likes to see girls frustrated. I'll have them send the video to your room tonight." 

---

That evening, Angie sent for her slave after dinner. Lacey stumbled a little when the attendant shoved her into the room; it was surprisingly hard to keep her balance with her hands cuffed behind her. Angie was seated in the only chair in the room, naked. Lacey shivered. She refused to think of this woman as her owner, but Angie indisputably had the power to do whatever she wanted to Lacey. *Just because she's able to do all these sick things to me doesn't give her the right!* Lacey thought indignantly.

Lacey's traitorous body was already signaling its anticipation, though. Her groin felt heavy with the hope that she might be allowed to come. *She is very beautiful,* whispered a little voice from her hindbrain. Lacey shook her head to clear it. 

In addition to the ubiquitous camera equipment, the room was full of implements for inflicting pain and pleasure on helpless bodies. Goosebumps rose on Lacey's skin; naked, with her hands tied, she was nothing if not helpless. Two entire walls were lined with racks. Another was set up with shackles and restraints, and the wall opposite that one was all mirrors.

Angie spoke to the attendant, not even looking at Lacey. "Put one of the butterfly vibes on this slave. Once you've set up the cameras, you can go. Or stay, if you want to watch the little slut in action."

The attendant retrieved a small device with straps from one of the racks. "Spread your legs," she ordered. Lacey clamped her thighs together. The attendant dug her fingers into the muscles of Lacey's left thigh. When the pain became too much, Lacey whimpered and opened her stance. The woman efficiently buckled the straps around Lacey's thighs and waist, positioning the small vibrator inescapably on her clit. The attendant handed the remote control to Angie.

Angie beckoned Lacey closer. Lacey obeyed, reluctant to give the attendant an excuse to hurt her again. Angie's hair fell in glossy dark waves almost to her nipples, a contrast to her creamy skin. Her pubic hair was darker still, and trimmed short enough that the contours of her sex were visible. Lacey tried not to look.

"Kneel before your mistress," Angie said.

"No." Lacey was surprised by a sudden wave of pleasure as Angie let her have a brief burst from the vibrator. While Lacey's knees were weak and sagging, Angie hooked her heel around behind them and pulled. Lacey crashed to the floor. Her knees hit hard, and she only barely avoided falling on her face.

Angie was smiling. She scooted forward in her chair. "A bit of defiance adds a little spice, pet, but you'll get hurt if you take it too far. In the end, there's nothing you can do to stop me from violating you. If you even want to stop me. You're probably aching to come."

Lacey opened her mouth to deny it, but no sound came out. She blushed. It was true, and she was so wet she was sure Angie could smell it.

Angie opened her thighs, obscenely revealing all her pink folds. Lacey bit her lip. "Eat me out," Angie commanded. She spread herself wide with her hand.

Lacey buried her face in Angie's sex. *I'm only doing it because she's forcing me to," she told herself. But she was enjoying herself, savoring the smell of Angie's arousal and the varied textures. When she sucked Angie's clit between her lips, Angie grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer. 

Lacey used the tip of her tongue to ease back the hood, then swirled over the firm nub underneath. Angie arched up into her mouth. Lacey wished fervently that she could touch her own clit as she pleasured Angie. She knelt, her hands cuffed behind her, unable to do anything to assuage her own growing need. Angie's clit swelled and jumped in her mouth. 

A low vibration started from the toy on Lacey's clit. She moaned against Angie. Lacey moved her tongue faster, hoping this would encourage her mistress to increase the speed of the vibrator. Angie's thighs were tense and trembling. Suddenly, she came, jerking against Lacey's face with a low cry. She rocked into the kneeling woman until the waves of pleasure had receded. Then she pushed Lacey away.

When Angie focused again on Lacey, the blonde woman was whimpering slightly and clenching her thighs around the vibrator, which was still on its lowest setting. "Oh, did my dirty little slut want to come, too?"

Lacey's cheeks burned with shame. "Yes," she whispered. She was so turned on she couldn't keep her hips still. They rocked slightly, pushing against empty air. She would do anything, if only Angie would let her come!

"Yes what?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Tell me what you are, and I might let you have what you want."

"I'm your dirty s-slut, and I want to come."

"That's the right answer. But you belong to me, and I will decide when you may come."

Lacey whimpered again. She had abased herself, and her mistress had still denied her.

Angie stood and went over to the racks of equipment. She selected a dildo and a harness, slipping them on with the ease of experience. Then she walked back to stand in front of the still-kneeling slave.

The dildo was level with Lacey's face. It was good-sized, but not nearly as large as some of the more extreme items Lacey was now able to take. She couldn't help thinking it would feel good and full inside her cunt; she really needed to come soon.

"Suck it," Angie said.

"What?"

"You heard me, slave. I want to see what else your mouth can do." 

Lacey opened her mouth to accept this new indignity. She had given blowjobs before, to casting directors or the boyfriends she used for camouflage. The goal had always been to make them come as fast as possible, to get it over with. That wasn't going to work here, though. She couldn't deflate this erection, no matter how skillfully she tried. Angie was going to use her mouth until she had her fill. With Lacey's hands still bound behind her, there was very little chance she could earn herself a reprieve by making Angie come.

The dildo was slippery and firm. Lacey sucked, pressing her tongue up against the underside and swirling it around the head as if it were a real cock. 

"That's right, slave, you'll take whatever I tell you to take." Angie thrust her hips into Lacey's face. Without her hands, Lacey couldn't control the depth the cock slid in. She grunted as the tip hit the back of her throat. Angie paid no attention.

Lacey's head bobbed up and down, working up a rhythm. Between her legs, the vibrator kicked up a notch. Wetness flowed in gratitude, making her thighs slip against each other.

Angie's fingers fisted in Lacey's hair. "Look in the mirror," she said, forcing Lacey to look at their reflections. 

Lacey saw herself, with swollen, wet lips gliding up and down Angie's cock. Her cheeks hollowed with the suction. She looked wanton. Despite the shackled hands, it would be hard to convince anyone watching that she was not a willing participant. And she knew there would be people watching; the lights and cameras were present as always. She might very well be forced to watch this degrading scene replay tonight in her room. She groaned around the cock in dismay.

Angie chuckled and thrust harder. The cock was going in too far, battering the back of Lacey's throat. She leaned back. Angie grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her forward onto the cock.

Lacey gagged and choked. She could feel her throat spasming around the dildo the way her cunt clamped down during climax. Angie allowed her to draw back a little, then pulled her forward again. Tears ran down Lacey's face as Angie pitilessly fucked her mouth, over and over.

Lacey couldn't do anything to escape the brutal oral rape. Through her tears, she could see Angie reveling in her power to hurt and humiliate her. Horribly, the vibrator had gone up to high, buzzing against her sensitized clit. The growing pleasure between Lacey's legs competed with her pain and fear for her attention.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Angie asked. "You're such a slut. You were born to be used this way."

*No! No, I'm not enjoying this,* Lacey's mind protested. But, even as she thought it, she was coming. Pleasure bloomed through her body. She was choking on the cock as her cunt clenched. Every involuntary jerk of her body pushed the cock deeper into her throat.

"That's it, come for me," Angie said.



The Lust Boat Ch. 09



Ch. 9. Does she want it bad enough to touch herself in front of an audience? 

Lacey hadn't slept well since she had been introduced to the woman responsible for her captivity. She hated Angie for having her taken prisoner and raped. She hated her own body for enjoying the depraved things Angie and the other women did to her. She couldn't control it; her cunt swelled and lubricated and came when they touched her.

She had begged to be allowed to come. Had humiliated herself by calling that traitorous bitch "mistress." She shuddered at the thought that Angie considered her a slave, to be used at her mistress's pleasure for the rest of her life. Lacey didn't want that. She didn't! So why did thinking about it make her a little wet?

The problem was that her over-stimulated body had become accustomed to frequent orgasms. In the first weeks of Lacey's time on the boat, the attendants had wrung orgasm after orgasm from her, despite her struggles and protests. Now, Angie insisted she earn each one; release came at the price of shame. When Lacey pleaded to be touched, it made her a party to her own violation.

Lacey needed to come so badly. Pressure throbbed between her legs, making it hard to think about anything else. The attendants had begun to lock her into a chastity belt or to shackle her hands and feet whenever she was left unsupervised. Lacey blushed at the implication that she was so sex-crazed that she had to be physically prevented from masturbating, but she knew it was probably true.

Whenever she was in her room, the screens played clips from videos produced on the ship. Lacey herself figured in many of them, moaning and writhing as her body betrayed her. She couldn't help wondering how many people subscribed to the feed, how many people had, for example, see her taking perverse and unwilling pleasure in being fucked in the ass with a nightstick. It had been smooth and blunt, she remembered, and she had been rewarded with a stroke to her clit each time she thrust her hips back on it. When she'd come, her muscles had clutched hard at the polished wood. She could see in the clip that her ass had taken some time to recover and close after such a thorough fucking. As if her body was now so accustomed to having things shoved into it that it missed them when they were removed.

Each time she watched a scene again, she remembered how it had felt. When the clip showed another woman instead, Lacey found herself imagining herself in the woman's place. She watched raptly even as she wondered how many of those women were also unwilling victims. After all, she herself must seem to be a wanton and voluntary participant to viewers who saw her driven to orgasm after orgasm. Surely it was wrong to enjoy watching these other women. But more than once, she was startled by the jerk of the chain on her wrist or the hard surface of the chastity belt under her hand because she had reached without thinking to touch herself. 

Lacey dreamed of coming, frustrating dreams that never quite got her over the edge. This morning, waking from such a dream, she was rousted out of bed, washed, and subjected to the daily strengthening and stretching routine. Debbie was very careful not to touch Lacey's clit as she manipulated the probes in Lacey's cunt and ass. "You're not going to get off that easily," she chuckled as Lacey panted and bucked her hips. "Your mistress is waiting to play with you."

Angie was indeed waiting for her, in a cabin that was furnished like a lounge. Seated on a sofa, she looked smug and at ease. She smiled at Lacey. Lacey looked away.

Lacey felt vulnerable standing before Angie in only a thin silk robe; Angie was fully dressed in black leather pants and a red blouse. Lacey's pussy was wet and swollen. She was afraid Angie could smell her.

"You poor thing," Angie said. "I can see how hard your nipples are from here. You must be desperate to come."

Lacey said nothing, looking at the floor.

"Sit down, girl," Angie said, indicating a leather armchair.

It was all the way across the cabin from Angie's own seat on the couch, so Lacey sat down willingly enough. The lips of her sex slid wetly against each other as she did so. Involuntarily, she rocked her hips a little.

"Wouldn't it be better to accept some release so you aren't constantly thinking about how much you want it?" Angie asked.

Lacey was startled. She had been thinking something similar. But she knew Angie would demand a price for any relief from this tension. She shifted on the leather of the chair again, and a tiny moan rose in her throat.

Angie smiled a little. "You're in luck. I'm going to give you the opportunity to come. In fact, I think you'll have some of the best orgasms you've ever had."

Lacey's cunt clenched without consulting her brain. She did need to come. "What do I have to do?" *Maybe it won't be so bad.*

"Now, is that any way to address your mistress?"

"Please, m-mistress. I want to come. What do you want me to do?"

"That's just it. *You* have to do it. You're going to touch yourself right here in front of me and all the cameras."

Lacey's stomach lurched. She couldn't do that. Up until now, she'd managed to maintain a distance from the things that were being done to her body. She was an innocent victim. Even when she was begging to be allowed to come, she had told herself she was being forced into it, that she didn't really want these women to fuck her. They had to tie her down most of the time, didn't they? She ignored the little voice in her head that pointed out that, lately, the restraints had often served not to prevent her escape but to prevent her from reaching orgasm. 

Touching herself in front of Angie-- that was dirty. Masturbating just because her clit felt like it would burst if she didn't come soon, not because she was being coerced or threatened. If she did that, she was participating in her own degradation.

"Of course, you don't have to," Angie said. "But you won't be allowed to come until you do. I'll just send you back to your room to watch more videos." Her voice dropped. "I know you're aching for it. Think how good it would feel to touch your clit..."

It was true; the pressure of arousal in Lacey's sex was painful. She couldn't concentrate on why she shouldn't do something to ease it. Her robe fell open as she slipped a hand down to cup her crotch. 

Pressing with her whole hand dulled the pangs of pain. Without meaning to, Lacey lifted her hips up to intensify the contact. She just wanted to take the edge of urgency off so she could think, but, instead of soothing, her hand only inflamed her more.

With a flare of shame, Lacey spread her legs wide, over the arms of the leather chair. She knew she was exposing herself lewdly, but she desperately needed to be able to touch her sex.

"You're wet, slut. Scoop some up and spread it around," Angie directed.

Lacey obeyed, slicking the damning evidence of her arousal over her puffy lips. When her slippery fingers found her clit, her whole body jerked. She rolled the hard shaft between her fingers, no longer caring that she was making embarrassing, hungry noises. She pulled back the hood of her clit and circled the tip.

Her thighs and lower back twanged with tension. She was going to come soon, and it was going to feel glorious.

"Stop."

Lacey didn't understand at first. She kept stroking her clit closer to the edge of climax. Angie jumped up and grabbed her wrist, wrenching her hand away. Lacey looked up at her, almost in tears. To have it almost within her grasp, and then to have it taken away... "You said I could come, mistress. Please!"

"I did, and I said you'd have to do it yourself. But I want you to use my toy to do it." Angie dragged a device out to the center of the room. It looked like half a barrel, cut longwise so that a woman on her knees could straddle it. There was an attachment on top, a phallus with a clitoral stimulator. "This, pet, is a Sybian. As you know, I'm a fan of both the carrot and the stick when it comes to discipline. And both carrots and sticks are great fun to shove up a slave's ass, if I'm in a literal mood. The Sybian is a carrot."

Lacey gave her a lust-glazed look, unable to focus beyond her need for release. 

"Never mind," Angie said. "All you need to know is that, in the future, you may earn the right to use this toy as a reward for good behavior. You were a good slave just now, fingering your dirty pussy while I watched. So I'm going to introduce you to how good obedience can feel."

Angie hauled a weak-kneed Lacey to her feet and walked her over to the toy. She handed her a control box. "Remember, you're going to do this yourself. I'm just observing. Kneel straddling the machine and lower your cunt onto the cock."

Lacey moaned as the silicone cock filled her. It was just big enough to be satisfying without discomfort. She worked herself up and down on it until her clit pressed firmly on the pad at the base.

"Now you can adjust the controls."

Lacey twisted the dials on the box, made reckless by need. Angie and the rest of the room disappeared. The only thing in Lacey's world was the machine, vibrating and gyrating as she rode it. She shamelessly fucked herself on it. Nothing had ever felt so good. It vibrated inside her and against her clit, but the attachment also rotated, pressing deliciously against the walls of her hungry cunt. 

She didn't even pause after she rocked and thrusted her way to her first orgasm. Her second orgasm, only a minute or two later, caused her to slow her pace and turn down the dials, but she still rode the machine to a third orgasm. 

Lacey would have continued to ride the Sybian until she collapsed of exhaustion, but Angie forced her off the device. Lacey lay on the floor, gasping and occasionally twitching.

"Did you enjoy that, my little slut?"

Lacey opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. Her throat was sore. She must have been screaming and moaning, but she couldn't remember anything but the pleasure.

Angie just laughed. "Good. Then you'll be eager to please me, because that's the only way you'll get another chance with the Sybian." 



The Lust Boat Ch. 10



Chapter 10. Mistress interrogates her for her passwords

Memories of her session with the Sybian haunted Lacey over the next several days. She'd been forced to watch the video of herself riding the infernal machine. It was horrifying—the blank look on her face as her brain disengaged, as she became nothing more than a mindless body humping her ravenous crotch on the saddle. But she knew she'd do it again in a heartbeat if she got the chance.

After Lacey had ridden the Sybian, Angie had ordered her locked in a chastity belt except during dilation exercises. It had been several days now, and Lacey needed to come more badly than she wanted to admit. When Eleanor came to fetch her, she was ashamed to feel herself swelling with need.

Eleanor led her to one of the ship's many playrooms, where Angie was waiting. For once, there didn't seem to be light and sound equipment set up for filming. Angie sat on a couch with her laptop. She looked up at Lacey and Eleanor. "Thank you, Eleanor." She shifted her dark eyes to Lacey, who stood before her wearing only the chastity belt. "Hello, fucktoy."

Lacey flushed. She hated it when Angie called her that. It was so dirty and dehumanizing. *But,* said a despised little voice in her head *you do react like her toy when she plays with you.*

"I need your email and Facebook passwords," Angie said.

"What?" Lacey was confused.

Angie sighed. "Pay attention when I speak to you. You will give me your passwords so that I can make your disappearance less abrupt. I don't want anyone getting suspicious and reporting you missing. I already know your sister is your only immediate family, and that you aren't close. But I am going to make sure that you offend her and any friends who might worry about you. What are your passwords?"

Lacey felt like crying. Angie wanted her to give away her last chance at rescue. "No," she said in a low voice. "I won't tell you."

Surprisingly, Angie smiled. "I hoped you would say that. It's more fun to get it out of you the hard way." She gestured to Eleanor, who had been hovering quietly behind Lacey's shoulder. "Take off the chastity belt and strap her to that tilt table."

Lacey didn't fight Eleanor's wiry strength as the older woman followed Angie's directions. Soon she found herself immobilized, spreadeagled on a table. Eleanor swiveled it up so that she was facing Angie again, but reclined backwards slightly. It was more comfortable than hanging by her arms from the ceiling, but only barely.

Lacey had been confined to the chastity belt so long that even the mild air currents in the room felt good against her inflamed pussy. Angie looked up when she was secured. "Nipple suction, Eleanor," she said.

Eleanor pinched Lacey's right nipple and kneaded it hard. It crinkled to a firm point almost immediately. Lacey fought to keep her hips still even though she could feel arousal shooting from her breast to her groin. She couldn't help moaning when Eleanor attached the glass suction chamber, though. It felt like the suction machine was tugging at her clit through her nipple.

Eleanor repeated the procedure with Lacey's other nipple. Now both her nipples were being sucked in a relentless rhythm by the machine. Despite herself, Lacey felt her hips rolling in time to the pressure.

"Don't bother. If you could come from nipple stimulation alone, I'd already know it," Angie said.

Lacey glared at her. She looked so calm, seated fully clothed on the couch while she subjected Lacey to all these indignities. Lacey could feel wetness coating her pussy and thighs, and she knew Angie could see it, too. Unable to stop, she squirmed against the straps.

"Stroke her clit," Angie ordered.

Her face dispassionate as always, Eleanor complied. She spread Lacey's puffy lips and lightly caressed her clit with a fingertip. Lacey whimpered as the pleasure built.

"Stop."

Eleanor stopped. Lacey's hips tried to follow her hand, but the straps held her firmly.

"Do you want to come?" Angie asked.

"Yes, damn you." Lacey was panting. The suction pulling on her nipples was maddening. If she could come, maybe she could think clearly again without this throbbing need pressing against her mind.

"I might allow you to earn it. Give me your email password, and I'll have Eleanor touch your clit again."

The pressure in Lacey's clit was actually painful now. She knew she shouldn't give in, but she felt like she might burst. "Please," she whined through a clenched jaw. 

"The password."

"Alright. It's fluffybunnies123."

"Really?" Amusement peeked out from behind Angie's unflappable demeanor. She typed the password into the laptop. "Apparently so. How appalling. Still, you earned a reward. Touch her clit again, Eleanor."

Lacey groaned loudly as Eleanor's slender fingers worked her clit to the rhythm of the nipple suction. She could feel her engorged shaft swelling and twitching under Eleanor's skillful touch. *Just a few more seconds....*

"Stop."

The delightful fingers were removed.

"No, please!" Lacey cried.

Eleanor looked at her contemptuously, wiping her wet fingers on a handkerchief.

"I need your Facebook password, too. And your bank password, while we're at it," Angie said. "Assuming you aren't dumb enough to use the same password for everything."

"Please, I just need a couple more strokes. I need it so bad."

"Give me what I want, and I'll decide what you get." Angie was implacable.

"The Facebook password is moviestar2000," Lacey said.

Angie chuckled. "That's even worse," she said. "More evidence that you don't deserve to be running around free in the world. Let me just confirm it.... Okay, Eleanor. Give the slut another taste of what she wants."

Lacey's eyes rolled back as Eleanor's fingertip circled the head of her clit ever so gently. Keening softly, she pushed her hips forward trying to increase the contact.

"Enough."

And the finger was gone again. Lacey almost screamed.

"Your banking password," Angie pressed.

Lacey hesitated.

"I could put that chastity belt back on you for a couple more days," Angie said. "Or you could give me the password and I will give you what you need so badly. It's not like a slave has any use for money anyway. My goodwill is far more valuable."

The suction of the nipple pumps was the only sound for several seconds. "789marilynmonroe," Lacey said finally. 

She waited interminable seconds while Angie tried the password. "Good girl." Angie rose from the couch and stood in front of her. "Now ask me nicely for what you want."

"Please, mistress I want to come," Lacey whispered brokenly. "May I, please?"

"Since it pleases me," Angie said, "you may." She thrust three fingers hard up into Lacey's cunt, filling her thoroughly. The heel of her hand pressed against Lacey's clit, and Lacey came immediately. The slave's body was wracked by a deeply satisfying orgasm that had tears running down her face. It felt right to come in her mistress's hand. Angie fucked her in time to the spasms of her cunt, drawing the pleasure out. "There, now. Obedience has its rewards, my little sex toy."

Lacey hung limply against the straps and sobbed. 



The Lust Boat Ch. 11



Ch.11. Mistress decides whether to take her toy home yet. Lacey is spanked for defiance.

The next evening, Angie sent for her slave after dinner. She was in the lounge with Debbie. Angie ordered Lacey to strip. She then had the naked slave serve drinks and kneel beside her. "I've been thinking," Angie said. "Originally, I was going to take this slave home for my own use as soon as she was trained. But you say the videos of her training have been very popular."

Debbie shrugged. "The camera loves her. I can see why she was an actor. Even when she cries, she doesn't get all blotchy and snotty."

"Outfitting a slave wing for my house hasn't been cheap," Angie said. "I find I keep wanting to add new toys or security measures."

"There's always one more thing, isn't there?"

Angie nodded. "That's why I'm considering keeping her here for a while, to earn some more money. She could earn more as a porn star than she ever could in real movies."

Lacey had heard enough. She was enraged that they were discussing what to do with her as if she were an object, as if she weren't right there in the room. And she especially resented the implication that she wasn't talented enough to be successful acting in real films!

"You sick bitch!" Lacey burst out. "Let me go! You can't do this to me!"

Angie and Debbie turned surprised faces towards her. Angie's lips twisted in a cruel smile. Over Angie's shoulder, Lacey could see Debbie shake her head just a little, as if amazed at such foolish insolence.

"Oh, little plaything, you should have learned by now not to talk back. I can and will do anything I want with you." Angie stood, and Lacey shrank back a little, still angry, but wary. 

Faster than Lacey could dodge, Angie lunged forward and pushed her up against the bulkhead. The air was stolen from her lungs as her back hit the wall. While she was still breathless, Angie seized her throat in one hand. The web of Angie's hand pressed hard on Lacey's windpipe, threatening to cut off her breath completely at the slightest whim. "You're mine, slave."

Lacey froze, unable even to plead. Angie's eyes, dark and angry, pinned Lacey against the wall. For a tense thirty seconds, Lacey wondered if Angie had decided to kill her. Then the tension flowed out of Angie's shoulders. The pressure on Lacey's throat eased. She tried not to gasp for air too obviously.

"You're lucky I like to play with you, slut. If I break my toy, I can't play with it anymore, can I? Of course, that doesn't mean you can't be punished." Angie shifted her hand from Lacey's throat to clench in the hair behind her head. Tears prickled at Lacey's eyes.

Pulling Lacey by her hair, Angie forced her back over to the sofa. Debbie moved to a chair to make room. Angie sat down on the sofa and pulled the naked slave across her lap, face-down. The leather of Angie's pants was almost as warm as flesh against Lacey's unprotected body, except at the pinpoints of cold where the rivets were.

"Could you turn the room's cameras on?" Angie asked Debbie. "No sense in wasting an opportunity to make money off the slut."

Debbie nodded, flipping switches and adjusting the lighting at a console near the door.

Lacey was draped uncomfortably across her mistress's lap. Her ass was in the air, and Angie's hand on the back of her neck pressed her face down into the cushions. Her skin tingled in fear and anticipation as she wondered what punishment she would be forced to endure. Dread kept her obediently still.

She flinched, surprised at a light touch on the back of her thigh. Angie traced her fingers lightly over the backs of Lacey's thighs and buttocks. Smack! Lacey yelped as Angie spanked her, hard.

"Oh, never been spanked?" Angie's voice was amused. "You're such a disobedient slut I'm surprised no-one has tried it before now."

The smack had hurt more than Lacey would have expected, and she could feel the spot where she'd been hit prickling with swelling.

"That fair skin of hers is nicely reactive, isn't it?" Debbie observed. "I can see almost a perfect handprint."

"Yes," Angie said, outlining the redness gently with a fingertip. Smack! She placed a second blow right next to the first. Lacey yelped again.

"Would you like a gag?" Debbie offered.

"No, I like to hear the slut squeal," Angie said.

Lacey resolved not to cry out. She could exert that much control, at least. Angie's hand stroked her thighs, and Lacey had trouble hiding the fact that it felt good. The absence of that pleasurable stroking was the only warning she got of the next blow. Lacey swallowed the squeak of pain. Her butt was burning now.

Angie continued at a desultory pace for a while, alternating caresses with savage smacks at irregular intervals. The uncertainty of never knowing when to anticipate the pain clawed at Lacey's nerves. Soon, Angie had reddened her entire bottom. New swats fell on areas already stinging from earlier ones.

Staying silent became a major challenge as Angie picked up the pace of the spanking. Lacey's fingers dug into the couch. Eventually, her moans and cries overcame her determination. Lacey was ashamed, but she was far more humiliated by the fact that she could feel her pussy swelling and drooling. *No! I will not be turned on at being beaten like a disobedient child.*

But her body had its own ideas about that. Somehow, her legs had parted, and she was barely restraining her hips from grinding down into her tormentor's lap. She was writhing and moaning with each blow now, and not from the pain.

"She's getting off on this," Debbie said.

Angie dipped her fingers down into Lacey's wetness. "She certainly is. What a perverted little slut." She smacked Lacey on the tender flesh of her inner thigh, and the slave bucked on her lap. "Lie still, fucktoy." She hit the other thigh. Lacey jerked.

Angie sighed. "I'll just have to hold you still, then." Scooping up some of Lacey's juices, she spread them in the slave's asscrack. Then she sank her thumb into Lacey's well-conditioned anus.

Lacey whimpered slightly, but she knew that even the slightest struggle could turn the pleasurable pressure in her ass to agony. Angie removed the hand that had been pinning the back of Lacey's neck and brought it down hard on Lacey's sensitized butt. Lacey lay perfectly still, though her ass clamped involuntarily around Angie's thick thumb when the blow landed.

Angie whacked her again in the same spot, producing fiery pain. Lacey didn't move. "Good, you may finally be learning," Angie said. She twisted her thumb in Lacey's ass until she could sink two fingers from the same hand into Lacey's sopping cunt. Lacey moaned loudly, resisting the urge to push her hips back against the intruding fingers.

With a steady inevitability, Angie squeezed the flesh separating Lacey's holes between her thumb and fingers. Of all the indignities Lacey had suffered since being kidnapped, this grip on her very center made her feel the most like a possession. Horribly, it also made her flood Angie's hand with her arousal.

Angie spanked Lacey thoroughly while she held her toy helpless in her hand. Each smack caused Lacey to tighten on the hand inside her, but she was unable to move enough even to rub her clit on Angie's thigh. 

When Angie's hand began to feel tender, she finally stopped spanking Lacey. Lacey's face was shining with tears. She was babbling a constant stream of soft pleas-- to stop the spanking, to let her come.

"Whose ass is this?" Angie wiggled her thumb minutely.

"Yours, mistress," Lacey said, only slightly muffled by the cushion.

"So I will spank it whenever I want. And whose cunt is this?" A tiny twitch of the fingers in Lacey's cunt caused her breath to catch.

"Yours, mistress."

"So you'll only come when it pleases me." Angie withdrew her hand from Lacey's holes. She shoved Lacey off her lap, onto the floor.

Debbie laughed at the high, frustrated sound Lacey made. "I do see why you're eager to take her home and have her all to yourself, but I have to say that it'd be a shame to deprive all our viewers of her."

Lacey sat up, trying to collect herself, while Angie and Debbie resumed their earlier discussion. The skin of her buttocks radiated pain at every movement, but that was insignificant compared to the ache in her clit.

"How much of a cut will you offer me on the streaming video?" Angie asked. Kicking off her shoe, she ran her bare foot idly up and down Lacey's inner thigh.

"You understand we have overhead, and this is our distribution network?" Debbie temporized.

"Of course. But, as you say, it would be a shame to deprive the viewers of such a lovely fucktoy." Angie continued to caress Lacey's thighs with her foot, without even looking at her

Lacey moaned. She was past caring about anything but her need to come. She scooted closer to Angie on the floor.

"Eight percent," Debbie said.

"Come on, I was making more than that as her agent. Now I own her. Fifteen." Angie nudged Lacey's slippery pussy with the top of her foot.

"But this will be a percentage of a larger whole," Debbie said. Neither she nor Angie looked directly at Lacey, but Lacey knew they were watching as she rocked against Angie's foot.

"Fifteen for livestreaming and twelve for recorded streams and DVDs," Angie said.

Lacey was hardly listening now. She had risen to her knees, chasing Angie's indifferent foot with her hungry crotch.

"Done."

Angie moved her foot towards the desperate slave, and Lacey found herself rubbing her sex up and down against Angie's leather-clad lower leg. She was shaking with need.

Angie seemed to notice her slave's actions for the first time. "Look at you, shamelessly humping my leg like a dog. Of course I can't let you go if this is how you behave."

Lacey flushed, but couldn't stop her hips from moving. The leather was slick against her swollen tissues. She was so close...

"Besides, imagine what your life would be like if I let you go after everyone has seen the video of this. You're nothing but a fucktoy now. You're mine forever." She leaned forward and lifted Lacey's face to meet her gaze. "Say it."

"I-I am your fucktoy forever, mistress," Lacey said. It was surprisingly easy to say, now that she had utterly abased herself in every other way.

"That's right." Angie pushed Lacey back, off her leg. 

Lacey, sure she was once again to be denied her release, whimpered in despair. But Angie pressed the ball of her foot against Lacey's pussy. Lacey pressed back eagerly. Her clit slipped between two toes, and she fucked it in and out of that crevice like it was a tiny cock. 

Angie pulled back and stuffed her big toe inside Lacey's cunt. Her other toes mashed against Lacey's clit again and again as she raped the slave with her foot. Lacey's orgasm built and crashed over her in an unstoppable wave. Her cunt clenched on Angie's toe, and she continued to thrust herself against Angie's foot until the last spasm of pleasure left her.

Lacey collapsed back onto the floor, satiated and appalled. Angie nudged her cheek with her foot. "Clean it off, slut." Obediently, her slave opened her mouth to suck the juices off her mistress's toes. 



The Lust Boat Ch. 12



Chapter 12. Forced into a humiliating competition for the viewers' titillation. 

Since Angie had decided to make some extra money off of her slave before taking her home, Lacey found herself subject not only to her mistress' lusts, but also to all manner of perverted video shoots intended for broadcast to the Lust Boat's customers.

"Some of our viewers would like to see a little competition," Debbie announced. Lacey knelt before Debbie and Angie, looking out of the corner of her eye at the slave kneeling next to her. She recognized the petite hispanic woman from the obscene videos that played in her stateroom. She didn't even know the woman's name, but she knew that Debbie owned her. And she knew exactly what she looked like when she came-- the flush across her breasts, the taut line of her throat. Lacey wondered if the other slave had a similarly unnatural intimate knowledge of Lacey herself.

"Eva, Lacey, you are going to play a little game called 'Wishbone.' We're streaming it live and taking bets. The winner gets a half an hour to play with the Sybian."

Lacey could feel her vulva puff up at the thought of a chance to ride the excruciatingly pleasurable machine again.

Debbie continued, "The loser, well, she's here to be used for our pleasure." She held up a silicone toy, vaguely V-shaped, but with two large bulbs, one on either end. "The game is simple. You two slaves will each hold an arm of this toy with your sloppy cunt. Whichever of you manages to pull the toy out of the other one wins."

Angie spoke up, "No biting, hitting, kicking, scratching, or anything else likely to injure or leave a mark. No touching the toy with your hands. You've both had the same strength training for your cunts, so it should be a fair match. I suspect the loser will be the one who gets wettest, so we'll get to see who's sluttier."

Debbie directed them to sit facing each other on the floor, with their knees bent and their feet flat. Lacey's right leg arched over Eva's left, and vice versa. Debbie twisted the egg-shaped protuberance into her slave's cunt. There was no need for lube; all slaves on the ship were kept in a state of near-constant arousal as a matter of course.

At Angie's command, Lacey spread her lips and lowered herself onto the other bulb of the toy. Her muscles stretched, then closed over the narrow neck that connected to the bulb in Eva's cunt. She could feel the heat radiating from Eva's sex, and their clits grazed each other lightly.

"Remember how good the Sybian feels twisting and vibrating deep inside you," Debbie said. "If you win, who knows how many times you could come in thirty minutes." An unbidden trickle of cunt-drool slid down the toy from Lacey's opening.

"On my count," Debbie said. "Three, two...one!"

Lacey tensed around the toy, pushing her feet against the floor to pull away from her rival, who was doing much the same thing. The bulb tugged hard against the inside of the ring of muscles. Lacey hadn't expected that pressure to feel so good. Her head dropped back a little in appreciation, but she quickly got herself back in hand.

Eva pushed at Lacey's hips with her hands. She did succeed in pushing Lacey back along the toy a little, but she slipped, too. Hastily, she stopped pushing with her hands. Lacey rolled backwards, almost winning the match right there with this surprise move, but Eva clamped down at the last second and ended up on top of her.

Grinning, Eva ground her sex hard against Lacey's. Lacey moaned as her hardened clit plunged into Eva's hot, soft folds. *She's trying to get me wetter,* she realized. *And if I come, there's no way I can hold on.* Bucking her hips, Lacey tried to throw Eva off her. The toy shifted inside her with every motion.

Lacey rolled the smaller woman underneath her. Clenching as hard as she could, she tried to pull the toy from Eva's tight cunt. Either Eva was too strong, or Lacey was too wet. Every attempt to wrest the toy from the other slave's grasp resulted in precarious slippage out of Lacey's own cunt.

Eva squirmed and rolled until Lacey fell over. They were both on their sides now. Lacey could feel her fatigue growing; she could only hope Eva was tiring just as quickly. Eva grabbed Lacey's nipples and pinched, hard. Lacey gasped, feeling a streak of heat right to her cunt. Eva rolled and tugged the crinkling nubs for all she was worth. 

*I guess that answers the question of whether she has seen enough videos of me to know what turns me on,* Lacey thought, groaning. Her cunt was lubricating furiously. Slowly, inexorably Eva tore the toy past Lacey's clenched muscles. "No!" Lacey cried, as her cunt relinquished the toy with a sucking "pop."

"Congratulations, Eva," Debbie said.

"Yes, congratulations," Angie said. She nudged Lacey where she lay panting on the floor. "Be a good sport and congratulate the winner, slut."

"Congratulations," Lacey mumbled. 

Debbie extracted the toy easily from Eva now that the slave no longer held it in a death-grip. She guided Eva over to the Sybian under Lacey's envious eyes.

While Eva selected the attachments she wanted, Lacey's mistress was preparing to use the loser. From a toychest, Angie selected a dildo that could be used as a strapon with or without a harness. It had an insertable bulb similar to the ones on the toy the slaves had used for the perverted tug-of-war, but the other end was a cock. Since Angie was planning to vent her lust on her slave fairly vigorously, she also chose to secure the cock with a harness.

Stroking the cock with her hand, Angie could feel the bulb inside her shift against her g-spot with every motion. This was one of her favorite toys, because she could feel what she was fucking instead of just imagining the feeling of her slave impaled on her cock. It also had a little imbedded vibrator she could use. 

Lacey watched these preparations with trepidation, momentarily distracted from Eva's good fortune. She longed to be fucked, but, in the mood her mistress was in, she wasn't likely to be allowed her release. Angie looked like she wanted to take her pleasure, and if her property didn't reach her own fulfillment, what did she care? So much the better, really, to remind a slave of her purpose.

Eva straddled the Sybian and lowered herself onto the cock. Lacey's clit twitched when she heard the machine kick on.

"On your hands and knees, fucktoy," Angie ordered. 

Lacey obeyed, presenting her rump to her mistress. She broke out in a sweat when she felt Angie's slender finger working lube into her anus. She had been hoping that the large size of the cock her mistress had chosen meant Angie wanted to fuck her cunt doggy style.

Angie pressed the bulbous tip through the ring of muscle, enjoying Lacey's distressed cry. Firmly, she worked the cock back and forth, deeper and deeper into her slave's ass. Each stroke was echoed in her own cunt. 

When her hips touched Lacey's ass, she pulled out until only the head of the cock remained inside, then slammed the cock home. Lacey gulped air in a sob. It didn't exactly hurt, but the feeling of fullness and invasion was overwhelming. 

Across the room, Lacey could see Eva shuddering through the first of many orgasms. Eva's head was thrown back in ecstasy, then she jackknifed forward as her stomach muscles contracted. Lacey fervently wished she could have changed places with her.

Still buried in Lacey's ass, Angie triggered the vibrator inside the dildo. The vibration felt good inside Lacey, but it was never going to be enough to make her come. Her breasts swayed and dangled with every thrust. Angie grabbed Lacey's hair and used it like reins to pull her back onto the cock.

Angie's thrusts became more ruthless as she neared her own climax. She brutally claimed Lacey's ass for her pleasure alone. One last massive thrust lifted Lacey off her knees, and then Angie was coming, pumping her hips erratically as the spasms hit her.

When her mistress finally pulled out of her, Lacey lay face-down on the floor. Her ass felt open and vulnerable, slow to regain its natural state. She was desperately horny, but still aware enough not to attempt to provide her own orgasm. On the Sybian, Eva wailed and shook, an unthinking body given over to pure pleasure.

Debbie rolled Lacey over on her back. "That was quite a reaming you took, slave. But, since my slave is otherwise occupied, you still have my pleasure to attend to."

She knelt over Lacey's face, her cunt red and dripping. Lacey obediently began to lick and suck at the tangy flesh. Debbie didn't seem to be in a hurry, so Lacey sucked on her labia and thrust her tongue up into Debbie's slippery hole. 

"Oh, yeah. You can always tell when a slave actually enjoys eating pussy," Debbie moaned. "Lick my asshole, too."

Lacey was revolted at the idea, but there wasn't much she could do but obey, since her head was pinned to the floor by Debbie's crotch. She swirled her tongue around the puckered flesh of Debbie's anus, feeling it pulse in response. 

Finally, Debbie repositioned her pussy over Lacey's mouth. Lacey sucked her clit in and out between her lips. Gently, she teased back the hood and circled her tongue on the rock-hard tip. 

Debbie's thighs clamped around her head, and Lacey knew she had to make her come soon or suffocate. Frantically, she flicked her tongue on Debbie's clit, still sucking. Debbie came all over her face in a gush of wetness.

As soon as Debbie let her go, Lacey sucked in air. She could hear Eva coming almost continuously, screaming herself hoarse as Lacey herself had done when she had ridden the Sybian.

"Do you want to come, too, slut?" Angie purred in her ear.

Lacey nodded avidly. Her clit felt hard enough to cut glass. "Oh, yes, please, mistress."

"Too bad."



The Lust Boat Ch. 13



Ch. 13. Lacey will be punished severely unless she resists her need to come. But has her mistress set her up to fail?

In between video shoots for the paying customers, Angie continued to use her slave to slake her own desires. She seemed to enjoy devising new and creative ways to torment Lacey.

"I have a fun challenge for you today," Angie announced. She had brought Lacey into a room full of unfamiliar and ominous equipment. "Take a look at this, my pet," Angie said. She held in her hands a moulded toy with two fat appendages that were obviously intended to penetrate a woman's cunt and ass simultaneously.

Lacey couldn't help herself; she looked. She knew Angie intended to use her new toys on her slave's body, and she felt her cunt clench at the thought of those big prongs sliding into her. Double penetration had always enhanced her orgasms in previous sessions.

Angie lubed up the toy, sensually stroking it. "It's got a nice vibrating nub on the front, too," she noted. "You're such a perverted slut, I bet your cunt is drooling just thinking about fucking yourself on it."

Lacey blushed. It was true. She hadn't been allowed an orgasm in several days. Everything was starting to look sexy. This toy, with its promise of a quick, intense orgasm, did indeed make her wet.

"Too bad," Angie said. "You're a dirty slut, and you haven't earned the right to come. You're not *allowed* to come. Understand?"

"Yes, mistress," Lacey said, trying to hide her disappointment.

"That's where today's test comes in," Angie said. She walked over to a chair with restraints on the arms and legs. It had no seat. Leaning over, Angie attached the two-pronged toy to an adjustable arm under the chair. She also opened a wall panel to reveal a tv screen, which would be visible to any occupant of the chair. The screen displayed a feed from a close-up camera focused on the toy.

"This is a modified Judas chair. You're going to sit in it. If you come, like we both know you want to, I will punish you ruthlessly. If you manage to restrain your slutty tendencies, I might reward you." Angie smiled. "I've decided to be merciful; you only have to sit there a half hour. Is that too much to ask?"

Lacey had developed goosebumps at the mention of punishment. She didn't know what her mistress had in mind, but she knew she desperately wanted to avoid it. She didn't resist as Angie shackled her arms and ankles to the chair; the shock stick Angie held was a powerful deterrent to rebellion.

The fiendish design of the device was instantly clear. Because the chair lacked a seat, Lacey had to brace herself awkwardly to avoid sinking down onto the toy. She could see it on the tv screen, temptingly glistening with lube and angled precisely to penetrate her orifices if she allowed herself to slip down. She heard a buzzing, and knew Angie had activated the toy's vibrator. Her only chance of avoiding orgasm lay in avoiding the toy.

Lacey pushed her back against the back of the chair using her thighs, trying to take some of the pressure off her arms, which were already trembling on the armrests. The restraints on her wrists and forearms prevented her from standing to alleviate the strain. Muscles bunched and twisted under her skin, and sweat was dripping down her back.

Angie watched her squirm. "It's only been three minutes, dear."

Lacey glared at her. Her shoulders hurt, and her muscles were burning with the effort of supporting most of her body weight. An uncontrollable shaking began in her left arm.

"Oh, I'm afraid you aren't going to make it. I had no idea you were so eager to come you couldn't even wait thirty minutes!"

Angie's faux sympathy grated on Lacey's nerves. She slipped a bit, caught herself with a painful jerk just as the toy pressed against her openings. Gritting her teeth, she wrenched herself back up.

"Seven minutes," Angie chirped.

Lacey slipped again, this time far enough that the tips of the toy entered her a tiny bit before she could hoist herself back up. She could see it all on the screen-- the vaginal prong slipping easily inside while the anal prong pushed at her more reluctant sphincter. It had felt good, too. Good enough that she knew she couldn't afford to allow herself to slip down until her clit touched the vibrating nub.

Determined, Lacey tipped her head back over the back of the chair, supporting herself with her neck muscles. She couldn't keep that up for long enough to allow her arms and thighs to recover, though. Inexorably, she slumped down, farther than before. It was impossible for her to clench down hard enough to keep out the slickly lubricated prongs. The toy filled the entrances to her vagina and rectum, vibrating. A moan slipped out before she could stop it.

"Feel free to come if you think it's worth being punished," Angie said.

Lacey's eyes snapped open. The surge of fear adrenaline gave her the strength to lift herself off the toy once more. For a little while, she thought this new burst of energy might save her, but it wore off all too quickly. *Damn her! She knew it was impossible all along.* 

The realization sapped Lacey's last strength. She sank down onto the toy slowly. She watched the screen in horror as her ass and swollen cunt swallowed the toy eagerly. The twin shafts felt so good inside, and her clit was so near to bursting, that she was afraid she might come even before her straining clit touched the vibrator. She bit her lip.

With a shock, she hit the base of the toy. "Please," she sobbed, and she wasn't sure whether she was begging to come or not to. The shafts were buried deep inside her, and her clit was pressed firmly against the vibrating nub. Her body wanted to come. It was building towards a crushing orgasm, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But she knew her mistress would punish her for this unauthorized pleasure.

"Please, please, give me permission to come," she begged.

"No."

Lacey came hard. Her head hit the back of the chair sharply enough to send a cascade of sparks across her field of vision. Her cunt and ass clenched repeatedly around the toy as the pleasure seized her. Folded into a cramped position by the chair, she was powerless to move away from the vibrator. Its vibrations prolonged her orgasm, then pushed her up over the peak into another.

By the time the pleasure subsided, Angie had turned off the vibrations. Lacey looked up with a sense of dread. "You've just earned yourself a nasty punishment, slave," Angie said. She was smiling.

Angie called in an assistant to help her extricate Lacey's limp body from the chair and drape her facedown over a padded sawhorse. They shackled her to the sawhorse at wrists and ankles. As the strength seeped back into Lacey's limbs, Angie busied herself with something out of the slave's line of sight.

Lacey found herself speculating wildly about what Angie planned to do to her. Was she going to be whipped? The prospect knotted her belly. She could hear Angie picking up and setting down instruments, but she couldn't see no matter how she craned her neck.

"So, slut, you like shoving things up inside yourself," Angie said. She paced around to where Lacey could she her. "Maybe this will teach you not to be so greedy." 

She showed Lacey a slightly asymmetrical buttplug. Lacey squinted; it was an odd yellow color. It didn't smell like plastic, either. It smelled like....

"Ginger," Angie said. "I've just carved it fresh for you entirely out of gingerroot, except for the plastic coupler socket I pushed into the base. I could gag you, but I think I'd like to hear you scream." She walked back around behind Lacey. Lacey's neck prickled.

Lacey jumped at a touch on her exposed asshole, but it was just a gloved finger working in a little lube. She couldn't help tensing at the first firm pressure of the buttplug, though. Angie pushed it in regardless of Lacey's tension.

At first, Lacey thought it wasn't so bad. Her rectum itched a little, but the plug was far from the largest item to have violated her ass. The itch quickly built to a burn, however. Lacey writhed on the sawhorse, her breasts dangling and swaying. As the pain in her ass grew, sweat popped out all over her body. Copious fluid dripped from her cunt as her body attempted to coat her insides with a protective layer of mucus.

Through painful experience, Lacey realized that she needed to lie perfectly still. Each twitch brought the irritating substance in contact with more nerves. She unclenched her ass as much as possible and tried not to move, even as tears leaked out from under her eyelids.

"You're a faster learner than I expected," Angie said. "But it won't do you any good." She tapped the base of the plug, eliciting a small cry from the helpless slave. "I inserted that coupler into the base of the plug for a reason. It allows me to attach the plug to a modified power drill."

Lacey saw immediately what this meant. "Oh, no," she moaned.

Angie only laughed. She fitted the modified drill into the socket. As soon as she pulled the trigger, Lacey screamed in agony. The drill rotated the plug very slowly. To Lacey, however, it felt like her ass was being raped by a hot poker. Her fingers dug into the padded surface beneath them. "Please, mistress, stop! I'll be good. I swear I'll never come without permission again. Please."

When Lacey's voice was hoarse with screaming and pleading, Angie turned off the drill. "I'm so glad you acknowledge your error, slave. That may help you avoid future punishments. But I need you to understand you can't bargain your way out of the punishment you've already earned." She turned the drill back on. Lacey gave a despairing wail.

Her mistress tormented her for endless minutes more, enjoying her suffering. Finally, though, Angie stopped the drill and detached it from the ginger plug. Lacey lay exhausted, trying not to pant too hard because that jostled the plug. *Thank God that's over,* she thought.

"You deserved that because you came when I told you not to," Angie said.

"Yes, mistress," Lacey whispered.

"But you came twice, didn't you?"

*Oh shit!* Lacey's stomach dropped.

Angie motioned the assistant over to unfasten Lacey's restraints. Together, she and the assistant half carried and half dragged Lacey to a padded table. Every step sent jolts of pain through Lacey's plugged ass. They strapped her down on the table, buckling her feet into raised stirrups like those on a gynecological exam table.

Lacey moaned in terror at the smell of fresh ginger. Her mistress showed her a small lozenge-shaped piece with a deep groove in it. Then she pulled back the hood of Lacey's clit and settled the ginger snugly over the exposed clitoris.

The now-familiar itching and tingling started immediately. Lacey tried to stay still and breathe deeply, praying that this would prevent the escalation into burning pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, so she was unprepared when Angie pressed a plug-in vibrator up against her ginger-encased clit and turned it on.

Agony exploded in Lacey's groin as the powerful vibrator rubbed the ginger rapidly against her vulnerable membranes. Yet, unbelievably, her clit was swelling under the intense stimulation. It hurt, but she was going to come.

Lacey wasn't going to repeat her mistake, though. "Please-mistress-may-I-come?" she gasped in a rush.

"Do it," Angie commanded, shoving the vibrator savagely against Lacey's clit. "Come for me."

Lacey came in a torrent of pain and pleasure. It was unlike any orgasm she'd ever experienced, both terrible and wonderful as sensations clashed. Her ass clenched involuntarily on the ginger plug, fucking her painfully with each spasm. 

Angie continued to press the vibrator into the ginger on her clit. Lacey gave a high, thin scream and came again.

As she lay, utterly drained and unable to react to further stimuli, she heard Angie say, "I hope you aren't *too* obedient in the future. Punishing you is so much fun!"   



The Lust Boat Ch. 14



"Where are we going, mistress?" Lacey asked. They were in a part of the ship Lacey had never seen before. Angie had led her down one narrow, ugly corridor after another. It was strikingly different from the opulent carpeting and panelling in the portions of the ship used by the guests. 

"So eager, little slut?" Angie raised a dark eyebrow. Her hand was locked firmly around Lacey's wrist as she towed her along.

Not that Lacey would have been able to run away in the heels she was wearing. She was barely able to keep from stumbling as she followed her mistress. When Angie had come to Lacey's room that morning, she had ordered Lacey to put on the strappy heels, along with stockings, a lacy garter belt, and a demi-bra that pushed her breasts up alarmingly. She hadn't provided any panties. When she'd caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Lacey had been surprised to realize that the outfit made her look even more slutty than total nakedness would have. The garter belt and the tops of the stockings framed her sex, and her breasts swelled over the bra as if offering themselves to be touched. 

"You don't have to wait any longer; we're here," Angie announced, pausing outside a steel door marked "Mess." "This is the cafeteria for the staff who run the ship. Not the people who make the videos and train the slaves-- they eat in one of the formal dining halls-- but the people who keep the engines running and steer the ship and mop the decks."

Angie reached into her shoulder bag and took out a velvet pouch. She poured its contents out into her hand: a string of beads consisting of one very large bead and then a series of smaller beads, culminating in a loop handle. Lacey eyed them with apprehension. She wasn't sure what they were for, but it seemed inevitable Angie had some perverted use for them in mind.

"We're going to go into the cafeteria, and you're going to approach whoever happens to be sitting closest to the door and persuade them to stuff all of these up your ass," Angie said.

Lacey's heart kicked. "What?"

"I think you could benefit from further demonstration of what it means to be a slave. I own you. I can give you away or lend you out anytime I want, even to a randomly selected stranger. And they will treat you any way they like."

"But--" Lacey's ass tightened involuntarily as she regarded the size of that first bead. It might feel good inside, smooth and full, if the person putting it in was careful. Or it might hurt a lot. Would the unknown person be rough with her? "Please, no. I don't want a stranger to touch me."

Angie's face was hard. "It has nothing to do with what you want. Either you get the first person by the door to do this, or I'll give you to the whole room to play with. There are probably about a dozen people in there. They've worked on this boat a long time, seen a lot of orgies, but they rarely get to participate. They've probably built up quite a lot of frustration."

Lacey shuddered.

Angie continued to outline the consequences of noncompliance. "It could take a while for twelve frustrated people to satisfy themselves. By the time everyone finished, some of the ones who went first might want seconds. I doubt even someone as slutty as you would be enjoying it by the end. So you'd better work real hard to get that first person to stick all these beads up your ass. Because you're going to be sorry if you fail. If they leave even one bead hanging out..."

"Yes, mistress," Lacey whispered, her mouth dry. Her hands clutched at the beads as Angie opened the door.

Their entrance caused a halt in the steady buzz of conversation. Everyone looked up at the intrusion. Lacey felt very conscious of the wisps of clothing accentuating her nakedness. As Angie had indicated, there were about a dozen people in work clothes seated at the round tables, mostly men. A few whistles and catcalls made Lacey blush, but she concentrated on finding the person she needed to approach.

*There.* The table closest to the door had only one occupant, a short-haired woman in Dickies and a workshirt with "Chris" embroidered on the pocket. Lacey was relieved that she was female, however butch she was. 

As Lacey approached carefully in her heels, the woman looked up to meet her gaze. *Oh.* Chris was handsome, with dark hair and eyes that gave her the look of a prettier James Dean. Lacey bit her lip and dropped her own eyes. The rolled-up sleeves of Chris's workshirt revealed muscular forearms and strong hands.

Despite herself, Lacey was already wondering what those long, powerful fingers might feel like. She had always found butch women intriguing, but of course she could never have risked outing herself by associating with one. Straight-looking, feminine lovers had been safer for her acting career.

Lacey waited until she was close enough to speak softly, though she was aware that everyone else in the room was straining to overhear. "Hello, I'm Lacey. W- would you please put these beads into-- into my ass. I'll do anything you want. Anything."

Chris put down her soda and raised her eyebrows. "Is this some kind of joke?" 

Lacey shook her head. She took another step closer, near enough to smell engine oil and degreaser from Chris's clothes. "Mistress Angie told me to get the first person past the door to do it. Please."

Chris looked past her at Angie, who was watching from just inside the door. "You really want me to play with your sweet little girlfriend's ass?" she asked Angie. 

"She's not my girlfriend; she's my slave," said Angie. "Unlike many of the slaves you've seen on this ship, Lacey's not just playing along. I wanted her, I took her, and she has no choice in how I decide to use her. Which is not to say that she doesn't enjoy it. 

"You can use those anal beads on her or not," Angie continued. "She knows what will happen if you don't. Either way, I'll enjoy watching and she'll learn a valuable lesson in humility."

Lacey handed the beads to Chris hopefully, watching Chris roll and fondle them. She wished she knew what Chris was thinking. Chris was actually quite attractive. Lacey's eyes followed the smooth line of Chris's jaw down her neck into the open V of her shirt.

Chris looked up and caught her looking. Lacey blushed. "I know pretty blonde girls like you," Chris said. "You want me to fuck your brains out, but you're ashamed to be seen in public with me." She stood up.

"I ought to fuck you til you scream right here in front of everyone, as payback for all the pretty girls who've ever asked me to be their dirty little secret."

Lacey felt unwelcome wetness swelling in her groin at that prospect. She licked her lips nervously. "Whatever you want-- just, please, put the beads in my ass, too."

Chris regarded her steadily for a tense moment. Lacey held her breath. "Lean forward over the table," Chris ordered, finally.

Relief flowed over Lacey's body in a warm wave. She pushed the lunch tray aside and laid her torso on the cool surface of the table. She turned her head, but she couldn't see Chris behind her. The sensation of a looming unseen presence was unnerving.  

Leslie yelped when Chris snapped one of her stocking suspenders against her buttock. Several of the people in the room laughed. 

"Spread your asscheeks with your hands," Chris directed. Lacey obeyed, feeling horribly exposed. She jumped at the featherlight touch of Chris's finger stroking down the sensitive groove. 

Chris rolled the big first bead up and down Lacey's crack a few times. "You must be a real slut to be able to put something this big in your ass," she commented. "Do you let your mistress fuck you in the ass with a fat dildo?"

*Let her?* Lacey thought indignantly, *It's not as though I have a choice.*

Chris was annoyed at her slowness in answering. She pinched Lacey hard on the tender skin of her inner thigh. "Well, do, you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Lacey said. 

"And does the thought if it always make you as sloppy wet as you are now?"

Lacey cringed. It was true; she could feel the air currents on her wet, swollen pussy. "Yes," she whispered.

"No wonder she picked you to be her sex slave," Chris commented. She rolled the bead around the puckered skin and muscle of Lacey's anus, massaging gently and insistently. "Matt," she called to one of the onlookers, "bring me the olive oil off the salad bar."

Lacey's gratitude, on realizing Chris did not mean to shove the large object in unlubricated, expressed itself in the form of a surge of even more moisture from her cunt. 

Chris drizzled a little oil from the bottle over the bead and Lacey's anus. Lacey wiggled a little under the tickling trickle. Chris rolled the bead against the opening some more, feeling the muscle soften. She leaned over to speak in Lacey's ear. "Do you really want me to put this in your ass?" she asked. Her breath brushed Lacey's cheek.

Lacey closed her eyes. Angie had threatened her with gang rape if she didn't take these beads up her ass. But, all threats aside, she did want to feel Chris stretch her open with that round, smooth bead. "Yes," she admitted.

"I don't think everyone could hear you," Chris said, still leaning in close to speak confidentially. "Beg me for it loud enough that everyone in the room knows how much you need me to touch you. Or you don't get your beads, and your mistress will give you whatever punishment she promised." 

"Please," Lacey's voice broke a little as she raised it desperately. "Please put the beads in my ass," she pleaded, practically shouting. "I need you to put them in." She burned with embarrassment. The other occupants of the room had crowded around for better views, and she could hear them snickering and commenting. She was pretty sure she could hear the snick of cell phone cameras, too.

But all that faded into the background as Chris began pressing on the large bead. It sank into Lacey's anus reluctantly at first. She moaned softly as the muscle yielded. As soon as the midway point was reached, though, her ass gulped up the bead with surprising speed, shooting its rounded bulk past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance and deep into her rectum. Lacey cried out at the ripple of cunt-clenching pleasure that accompanied it.

Panting, she waited for Chris to begin inserting the smaller remaining beads. Instead, Chris grabbed Lacey by the back of her hair and pulled her upright. Chris smiled as Lacey looked at her in confusion. "I think you should put my lunch tray away," Chris said.

"But I need you to put the rest of the beads in!" Lacey blurted out. She shot a glance at Angie, who tilted her head significantly toward the avid crowd. *Oh, God. If Angie says they can all have me, they are going to fuck me into a battered wreck.* She didn't dare tell Chris what Angie had threatened, for fear the others might overhear.

Chris smiled. "Then you should do what I say."

Lacey picked up the cafeteria tray, the bead's fullness shifting inside her. The group of onlookers did not make way for her to reach the stack of trays and the dish tub on the other side of the room. She had to push through them, feeling their eyes on the tail of beads that dangled from her ass and brushed against the backs of her stocking-clad legs with every step. 

Having set the tray down, Lacey had to run the gauntlet again to get back to where Chris stood smirking at her. This time, the groping hands were bolder as she passed. Several times, she was forced to clench her asshole to keep tugs on the string of beads from dislodging the large bead anchoring them all in her ass.

Finally, breathing hard, Lacey managed to break through the scrum to present herself to Chris once again. "Please," Lacey said, her recent experience with the ungentle attentions of the crowd reinforcing her determination not to be their plaything. 

"All right," Chris said. With an abruptness that sent a thrill of fear through Lacey's chest, the dark-haired woman seized Lacey by the upper arms, whirled, and pushed her back up against the painted metal of the bulkhead. The weight of Chris's body trapped Lacey against the wall. She squirmed a little, surprised at the ache in her clit engendered by her helpless position.

"Oh, you like to be forced," Chris said. "I can tell. I suppose that way you can tell yourself you're innocent. But nice, innocent girls don't get soaking wet when a big dyke shoves something up their ass and pins them against a wall." She picked up the hanging end of the string of beads and brushed them teasingly across Lacey's clit. Lacey jerked against her, hips tilting forward eagerly. 

Gathering up a handful of the dangling smaller beads, Chris began stuffing them into Lacey's flowing vagina. Obscene squishing noises made it impossible for Lacey to deny that she was, indeed, humiliatingly wet.

Even with the beads twisting and slipping distractingly inside her cunt, though, Lacey was aware of Mistress Angie's stipulation. "My ass, please, I need them in my ass."

"Such a kinky slut," Chris taunted. But she tugged gently, so that a few beads, coated in Lacey's arousal, slithered out of her cunt. Chris's knowing fingers easily popped one of the beads through Lacey's asshole, pushing the big first bead even farther up her ass. Lacey moaned. The onlookers cheered.

Chris slipped another bead into Lacey's tight hole. Then, slowly and deliberately, she pulled it back out again. Lacey's sphincter clung to it, tugged outward by the pressure of the bead. The sensation was exquisite, but Lacey protested. "No, please! I need you to put them all in inside."

"Tell me you're a slut," Chris said. 

"I'm a slut," Lacey said, despairingly. She was rewarded when Chris pushed the bead back inside her ass. 

"Tell me you're a whore," Chris demanded.

"I'm a whore," Lacey said, moaning as another bead joined the three in her ass.

"And a fucktoy," Chris prompted.

Lacey hesitated. She hated being called that. Chris pulled a bead back out of her ass. "I'm a f-fucktoy," Lacey said quickly. The bead stretched its way back into her tight tunnel.

Chris pulled the rest of the beads from Lacey's cunt, cupping the glistening collection in her hand. "You've always craved the touch of butch dykes like me, haven't you?"

"Yes," Lacey confessed. With one long finger, Chris guided another bead into her rectum.

"When you touch yourself, you sometimes pretend it's someone like me stroking you, don't you?"

"Yes." It was true, though Lacey couldn't imagine how Chris had known. The beads in her ass churned as the tight orifice accommodated yet another bead. Despite all the exercises to develop added capacity to which she had been subjected, Lacey's ass was starting to feel very full.

"But you would have pretended you weren't attracted to me if you hadn't been forced to admit it," Chris said.

Lacey didn't say anything, unsure of what sort of response Chris wanted. Chris pulled the bead she'd just inserted back out with a "pop."

"You're right," said Lacey hastily. "I would have lied." She held very still, waiting for Chris's reaction. When it came, the pressure of the bead entering her anus was so welcome she couldn't contain her deep moan of relief and pleasure.

"Because you're a hypocrite," Chris said.

"I'm a hypocrite," Lacey agreed, arching her back as another bead slipped up her ass. "Oh, God."

"And a coward."

"A coward," Lacey whimpered. Eyes closed, she writhed at the pang of stretched fullness in her rectum elicited by another bead.

"So, in addition to enjoying it, you deserve to be raped like this," Chris said.

Lacey's eyes popped open. "What?"

Chris tugged warningly on the string of beads, pulling against the inside ring of Lacey's asshole. "You're a hypocritical slut. You want women like me to satisfy you discreetly, but you wouldn't admit to knowing me on the street. I'm just taking my due." Her dark eyes fastened on Lacey's blue ones. "You. Deserve. To be. Raped." She pulled a bead out despite Lacey's attempts to clench her ass hard around it. "Slut."

Lacey felt sick. She wished her clit would stop throbbing its approval of Chris's demeaning accusation, because her mind was horrified by it. Yet, if she angered Chris with a denial that she deserved to be raped, she would be repeatedly violated by everyone in the room. Was it so bad to mouth a few words conceding Chris's right to rape her if it would prevent a dozen more people from raping her?

*Yes, it is "so bad,"* she thought. To proclaim herself an irredeemable slut whose very existence merited the punishment of sexual violation and exploitation? To verbally approve of how she had been raped and violated by Chris and Angie and others? She cringed at the thought. But the threat of the alternative, hours of pounding abuse, was overwhelming.

"Yes," she said in a choked voice.

"What was that?" Chris asked cruelly.

"Yes, I deserve to be raped," Lacey said, tears running down her face. "Please, just put the beads in my ass."

Chris shoved a bead in roughly. Drawing her hand up through Lacey's pussy, she showed the generous sheen of cunt juices to the bystanders. "Just in case anyone was wondering if the little slut was getting off on this, here's undeniable proof."

One last bead, slightly larger than the others but not as big as the first, hung between Lacey's legs. All of this had been in vain if she couldn't get Chris to put that last bead in with the rest. 

Chris flicked it back and forth. "That must be some punishment your mistress threatened you with to make you so desperate," she mused. "So you're her sex slave. That must mean she takes you whenever and however she likes. Is that true?"

"Yes," Lacey whispered. 

"She uses you for her pleasure and violates that sweet body in unthinkable ways?" Flick, flick. Chris batted the bead harder.

Lacey trembled. "Yes." 

"And there's nothing you can do to stop her, whether you like it or not?" Chris's eyes were glittering hungrily. She teased Lacey's asshole with the bead.

"No, nothing."

"But you do like it. It makes you come hard when she rapes you because you're a born fucktoy, aren't you?" Chris pressed gently upward on the bead.

"Oh, God, yes, I'm her fucktoy!" Lacey exclaimed. "Put it in my ass, please! I'm a fucktoy!" She nearly sobbed as the last bead shot home, leaving only the loop of the handle outside, snug in her asscrack. 

Sagging back against the bulkhead in relief, Lacey caught a glimpse of Mistress Angie's face over Chris's shoulder. She had thought Angie might be disappointed that her slave had managed to complete her challenge and avoid punishment, but Angie looked flushed and triumphant instead. *She probably loved hearing me scream that I'm her fucktoy,* Lacey thought, ashamed.

"I'm not done with you, slut," said Chris, reclaiming Lacey's attention. "You got the beads up your ass like you wanted. Now I get what I want."

Lacey swallowed in apprehension. Chris stepped back, grabbing Lacey by the shoulder and spinning her so her back was against Chris's front. The rough cloth and fasteners of Chris's work clothing imprinted themselves on Lacey's skin. She could feel the slight curves of Chris's breasts against her shoulders.

One of Chris's large, strong hands wrapped itself around the vulnerable column of Lacey's throat. Lacey felt her pulse battering against Chris's grip. Chris didn't exert more than a light, warning pressure. She didn't have to; Lacey understood. 

With her other hand, Chris pulled Lacey's breasts out over her skimpy bra. The dozen or so onlookers had arranged themselves in a rough semicircle facing the two women. They cheered as Lacey's breasts were fully exposed. 

Chris's skillful fingers on her nipples weakened Lacey's knees. Lacey's breath caught, and she became even more conscious of the pleasurable pressure of the beads in her ass. 

"That's right," Chris growled in her ear. "Stuck-up little bitch likes to pretend she's put off by me. I'm going to demonstrate in front of God and everyone how you really feel about me touching you." 




The Lust Boat Ch. 14



With her back to Chris, Lacey was forced to look at their audience. No one seemed disposed to help her; no surprise there. Mistress Angie leaned against a table with a calm smile. Two women with bleached blonde hair and cooking aprons snickered and looked vindictively at Lacey. The rest of the people in the room were men, quite a few of whom were openly stroking themselves as they watched Chris take out her frustrations on the pretty blonde. Two the men and one of the women were filming and taking pictures with their phones.

Chris skimmed a hand over Lacey's belly, enjoying the way Lacey squirmed and flinched as Chris's experienced fingers found tender spots. Her fingers danced lightly over Lacey's thighs and vulva, until Lacey was panting and her hips were churning. 

"Should I make you beg for it?" Chris asked softly, her breath stirring Lacey's hair. 

Lacey made a high little noise at the back of her throat. She would beg for Chris's touch if Chris wanted her to. Her clit was pounding with need. All her blood seemed to have collected in her groin.

"I don't think that will be necessary. Anyone can see you're starving for me like a bitch in heat," said Chris. She sank three fingers into the hot channel of Lacey's cunt, lifting Lacey up off her feet into Chris's body. "Everyone is going to see you come for me so hard."

The squelching noise of Lacey's cunt eagerly swallowing Chris's fingers was not quite masked by the deep groan that was forced out of Lacey's lips. She loved the strength of Chris's fingers pushing deep inside her, the firm pressure of the heel of Chris's palm against her swollen clit, and the smooth fullness of the beads as they shifted in her ass. 

Lacey's head fell back onto Chris's shoulder. She was saturated with sensation. One of the men watching orgasmed loudly, shooting come, but two women were too absorbed in their interaction to pay any attention. 

Slowly, Chris slid her fingers out of Lacey's clutching cunt. Then she slammed them back in again. 

"Ohh!" Lacey was rocked upward by the force, and the beads churned in her ass. Her fingers dug into Chris's thighs until her fingertips turned white. "Oh, God, please!"

Chris refused to be hurried. She withdrew deliberately. Thrust back in to an ecstatic cry. She was grinning, enjoying this graphic public demonstration of virility as she exerted her power over Lacey. 

Lacey trembled. Chris was toying with her without consideration for her own needs, fucking her just slowly enough not to tip her over the edge. There was nothing Lacey could do about it but let the pleasure rip through her. *A fucktoy,* she thought. *She's treating me like nothing but a toy to be fucked.* 

Yet another thrust impaled her with a lance of debilitating pleasure. Lacey began to despair of ever being allowed to come. Again, a slow withdrawal, a re-entry accompanied by a sensation so excruciatingly pleasurable it was almost pain. 

Lacey knew she was making embarassing, incoherent noises, and she didn't care. She had ceased to care about the perverse voyeurism of the people around her. All she wanted was to come, to release the unbearable pressure building in her belly and groin.

And then she did. It started with a widening spasm of her cunt muscles, as if they were reaching out to embrace Chris's fingers. Lacey's clit twitched against the pad of Chris's palm. Then the pleasure crashed over her.

Chris released Lacey's throat and reached down to pull on the handle of the anal beads with calculated effect. Tugging steadily, she pulled the beads out of Lacey's spasming asshole just slowly enough that the passage of each bead through the sphincter was a separable sensation. 

Lacey was screaming hoarsely. Her cunt was clenching hard around Chris's fingers, over and over. The beads pulling and popping out of her ass at the same time were like nothing she'd ever felt before, intensifying the orgasm with little explosive bursts until she felt her entire body might dissolve in pleasure. 

Just as Lacey thought it might be subsiding, the last, massive bead triggered another orgasm as it stretched its way out of her asshole. The waves of pleasure started again, and she convulsed so hard Chris was obliged to lower her to the floor, where she lay moaning and twitching.

Lacey tasted blood and realized she had bitten her lip. The floor was cold, and she had torn a stocking. She tried to sit up, but lay back down when she felt dizzy. What she had originally taken for a roaring in her ears was, she realized, applause. 

"Nicely done," Mistress Angie said to Chris. "You're wasted in the engine room. If you ever want to move up to slave trainer, let me know."

"Thanks," said Chris.

Mistress Angie hauled Lacey to her feet, steadying her a little. "I think we'd better get out of here before the rest of these guys get any ideas," she murmurred to Lacey. As they left, Lacey could feel the heat of Chris's eyes on her. *If she became a trainer, she might fuck me again,* she thought. 

Despite her recent orgasm, her clit twitched.



The Lust Boat Ch. 15



Ch. 15. Lacey has been tasked with some of her own conditioning. Can she be trusted with the responsibility, or will she bring punishment on herself?

Lacey's hands barely shook as she turned on the lights and sound pickups and removed her robe for the camera. She was alone on the set this morning, though an unknown number of people were watching the live feed from the camera. "It's time for you to take more responsibility for your own upkeep," Angie had declared three days ago. "Debbie and the rest of the staff won't be around once I take you home." She threw an armful of equipment on Lacey's bed: dilation probes and gauges, an enema kit, waxing strips, and various other items. "Make sure you do your morning routine every day. We'll charge anyone who wants to watch, and they'll keep you honest. I'm sure any of them would be glad to report an infraction and see you punished." 

Lacey had already given herself her morning enema and shower. She wasn't totally sure there were cameras in her bathroom, but she was too scared of finding out to try skipping any of her regimen. Now, naked in front of the camera and however many perverts might be watching, she prepared the dilation equipment for the third day in a row. Debbie had supervised her the first time, showing her how to turn on the cameras and read the gauges. 

Lacey decided to work on her ass first. It was more humiliating, and she wanted to get it out of the way. She lay down on the table with her crotch towards the camera and the probes arranged by her right hand. She lubed up the slim, cool probe and slid it easily into her anus, shutting her eyes as if that would keep anyone from seeing her. She hated to think about the viewers; whenever she did, she couldn't help wondering how many of them were masturbating as they watched her.

She had to open her eyes to watch the gauges as she started squeezing down for the strengthening exercises. The probe warmed up gradually, moving slightly every time she clamped down on it. She knew the protruding end of the probe was wiggling visibly. 

Lacey tried to ignore the fact that she could feel her pussy plumping up and opening like a flower in the sun. She wasn't doing this because she liked it. Avoiding punishment was the only reason she had slid that smooth toy into her rectum, where it was currently shifting against her tight muscles.

Done with the contraction exercises, she reached down to press the button that would start the probe expanding. The inside of her wrist brushed against her clit, but her sharp intake of breath was mostly lost in the hiss of the probe. It swelled inside her, gradually opening her until the skin around it was taut and bloodless. 

When it grew too uncomfortable, she stopped it. Trying to hold very still, she looked at the readout. Still a few millimeters short of the dilation she was required to reach. Lacey breathed out slowly as she allowed the probe to edge her ever so slightly farther open. She lay still, watching the clock as her blood pounded around the probe sheathed so tightly in her ass. Finally, the time was up. She pushed the button to deflate the probe. Even before it reached its smallest diameter, it was sliding loosely out of her hole, which was collapsing at a slower rate. Lacey caught the probe and laid it aside. Halfway done. 

As soon as she was done with her cunt, she'd be off this table and out of the camera's unblinking scrutiny. Grabbing a fatter probe, she pushed it into her vagina. It made a juicy noise as it slipped inside. There was no denying that playing with her ass had made her wet. Lacey did her best not to let her face show how good it felt to have the probe in her cunt. She began the clamping exercises. Each contraction fucked the probe minutely inside her. On the seventh repetition, she had to stop, panting, afraid she would trigger an orgasm. She let herself cool down before finishing the set, but her clit was throbbing by the time she was done.

Relieved that she was almost through, Lacey pressed the probe's expansion button. She felt the pressure of the probe's slow growth almost immediately. As she pulled her hand back, Lacey bumped her clit. *Oh, no!* She knew at once that she would not be able to contain herself. Her cunt felt like it was trying to swallow the probe, and pleasure spread from her center like a shockwave. 

The best she could do was try to hide the forbidden orgasm. She bit the inside of her cheek and tried to hold her body rigid. As the pleasure passed, though, she realized that no observer could have missed the way the probe jerked as her cunt grabbed at it, over and over. The device had continued its dilation as she came around it, and now she was almost fully stretched. 

When she had the strength, Lacey checked to make sure that the probe had fully expanded. She might not be able to avoid punishment for coming without permission, but that was no reason to invite further punishment by failing to complete her exercises. 

When she had put the equipment away and donned her robe, she went to serve her mistress breakfast.

"Clear these dishes away and then lick my clit," Mistress Angie demanded. 

Lacey hurried to obey. Her mistress had been working on her laptop at the breakfast table, but so far she had given no indication that she knew Lacey had come during her morning exercises. *Maybe,* Lacey thought, as she knelt in front of Angie's chair, *no one noticed. Maybe no one was watching right then, and I'll get away with it.* 

Her apprehension and guilt made her tongue especially fervent on Angie's clit. Angie came twice and then let Lacey up. As Lacey was wiping her face on her robe, Angie said, "You've been naughty, little plaything."

Lacey froze. *She does know.*

"You came without permission," Angie said, her voice level and calm. She turned her laptop so that Lacey could see the video of herself trembling in the grip of orgasm. "You'd be shocked how eager the viewers were to tattle on you. You'd almost think they want to see you punished."

Lacey turned her eyes to the floor, afraid even to look at Angie.

"But I'm not going to punish you," Angie said.

"Mistress?" Confusion warred with relief in Lacey's mind.

"You're going to do it yourself. If you don't, believe me, you'll suffer far worse."

Lacey nodded. 

"I'll set it up for this afternoon. Now, beg me for the privilege of punishing yourself instead of having it done for you."

Lacey knelt. Whatever the punishment was, surely she could limit it by doing it herself. If Angie ordered her to whip herself, she wouldn't hit as hard as Angie would. "Please, mistress, let me administer my own punishment."

"I'm not convinced you really want to," Angie said. "Maybe I had better do it myself."

"Yes, I do, please! Whatever it is, please let me do it myself."

"Do you understand why you deserve to be punished?"

Lacey flushed. "Because I'm a slut. I wasn't supposed to come without permission."

"That's right. Those exercises are to make you a better toy for me, not for your pleasure."

"Please, mistress, let me punish myself for being so bad."

Angie made her wait long moments for an answer. "All right."

For the rest of the morning, Lacey could barely concentrate on her chores. After she choked down a light lunch, Angie took her back to the soundstage. 

Angie wheeled the table away and replaced it with a chair with a partially reclined back. She got out a stainless steel buttplug and a plug-in vibrator. 

"You wanted to come so badly that you disobeyed. You need to understand that what you want is—well, it's not exactly *irrelevant,* since the more you want it the more fun you are to tease. Shall we say that what you want is not the deciding factor in what happens to your body. Your orgasm belongs to me." Angie paused expectantly.

"Yes, mistress." Lacey said. 

"You will not come without my permission. And you will come when I want you to." Angie handed the vibrator and buttplug to Lacey. "When I leave, you will insert that buttplug. You will sit in that chair for all our viewers to see, and you will spread your legs like the slut you are. You will turn that vibrator on and press it firmly to your clit for one half hour, no less. I don't care how many times you come; you aren't allowed to stop until the time is up."

Lacey's guts twisted a little. She knew from experience that the plug-in vibe was far too intense. Angie had used it to break her when she first introduced herself as Lacey's owner, and Lacey hadn't developed any higher tolerance for it since. Holding the vibrator on her clit constantly for so long might be beyond her endurance. But she didn't have any better choice. "Yes mistress," she said. 

"Don't look at me like that," Angie said. "You're the one who wanted to come so bad. Now you can come all you like—a slut like you should be glad of the opportunity." With that, she left the room. 

Lacey stood still for a second, then moved towards the chair. *A half hour isn't so long. I can do this,* she told herself. She lubed the buttplug and slid its tip into her anus. It took her a couple of tries to get the fat part of the plug past the ring of muscles, but she finally got it in. She tried not to think of the lewd picture she must make struggling to insert the toy. 

When she sat in the chair, the plug bored further into her. She spread her legs, as ordered, and placed the large, blunt head of the toy against her clit. She looked at the clock. *Only half an hour.* After one last hesitation, she flipped the switch. 

Lacey's entire body stiffened into an arch as the loud buzz of the vibrator filled her bones. All thought of the camera and the audience disappeared at soon as the vibrator switched on. It felt strong, but so good! She could feel her cunt opening, welcoming the sensation. In less than a minute, she was coming. Animal noises clawed their way out of her throat, but she remained aware enough to keep the vibrator pressed against herself.

As soon as the first climax passed, she felt another one building. The vibrator's power could not be ignored. Her hips pumped at the device, pushing her clit against its rounded head. Shaking and twitching, she came again. 

Now she remembered why she hated this toy. Her clit was getting more sensitive with each orgasm. The overwhelming pulsations were already too much. It had only been—-she pried her eyes open—-four and a half minutes. 

Lacey's discomfort was growing even as her clit swelled again under the vibrator's onslaught. The vibrator was so intense, she couldn't keep her hips from writhing away from it, back into the chair. That offered no escape, though; the stainless steel buttplug tunneled into her harder each time she cringed away from the vibrator. She was caught between Scylla and Charybdis, between a rock and a whirling vortex.

She came again, and now the vibrator was actually painful on her swollen groin. She could feel the vibrations in her clenched teeth. Grimly, she continued to press the toy against herself. Mistress Angie had threatened worse punishment if Lacey failed to obey, and Lacey believed her. Angie had a vast collection of clamps, whips, and electrical toys, as well as a thorough knowledge of Lacey's body. She could make Lacey suffer horribly at her slightest whim. If Lacey had to torment herself to avoid a much worse fate, she would.

Halfway through. Lacey's thighs were cramping as she forced them to remain open. She wasn't sure how many times the vibrator had pushed her to orgasm; her cunt spasmed continuously. Pleasure and pain crowded out all thought except the need to make it to the deadline. 

Another massive orgasm was looming. Lacey's belly and thighs tensed in anticipation. She began to tremble, then to shake. As the climax took her, she jerked as if she were being electrocuted. 

The vibrator twisted out of her clutching hand and fell, bouncing on the seat. Consumed by orgasm, Lacey didn't even notice for nearly ten seconds. When she realized what had happened, panic clutched her heart. *Oh, God, no. Please, no!* She scrabbled to regain the toy. 

Even as she hastily jammed the vibrator back between her legs, the door burst open. Mistress Angie strode in. "I knew I couldn't trust you to punish yourself properly. Trust, but verify. Sluts like you are too weak to trust with anything difficult; that's why you need a mistress to take you in hand." 

Angie's eyes were bright; Lacey thought with dread that she looked more gleeful than angry. *She's glad to have a reason to punish me more.* "Please, I'm so sorry! It was an accident." She knew it probably wouldn't do any good, but pleading was the only thing she could do now. "I promise I'll be good."

Angie just smiled. "Kneel, fucktoy." Lacey wobbled over on weak legs to kneel in front of her mistress. Angie walked around behind her, but Lacey knew better than to turn her head and look. Angie nudged one of Lacey's ankles in with her foot. Then she pulled Lacey back and down by her shoulders, forcing her to sit on her own foot. The back of Lacey's heel slid between her buttocks and pressed insistently on the base of the buttplug. 

"Stay here and wait." Angie opened a small fridge, handed Lacey a bottle of sports drink. "Drink that so you don't get dehydrated, but don't move otherwise." She left.

Lacey did as she was told. The plug drilled into her ass, and her entire crotch felt tenderized. The light on the camera indicated it was still filming. 

She didn't know how long Angie was gone, but she felt a kick of fear when she heard her returning.

"Stand up, pet." 

Lacey stood, still a little unsteady on her legs.

"What you lack, pet, is self discipline. You don't have the willpower to resist your slutty urges to come when you're doing your training exercises. You let an orgasm interfere with administering the punishment you deserved." Angie shook her head in mock disappointment. "Well, if you lack self discipline, it's up to others to provide that discipline."

Angie attached restraints to the arms of the chair. Lacey tried to avert her eyes, but she found herself sickly fascinated as Angie prepared to punish her. Angie unplugged the vibrator, then plugged it back into a control box, which was connected to a laptop with a USB. 

From a drawer, Angie produced a black harness. "Put this on," she ordered. Lacey obeyed, untwisting the tangle of straps and fastening them without too much trouble. There was no strapon attached to the harness, and she wondered what it was for. 

Lacey allowed Angie to strap her into the chair; Angie would enjoy subduing her if she struggled, and the outcome be the same in the end.

"What you're wearing, my lovely disobedient toy, is a forced orgasm harness," Angie explained. "Think of it as the opposite of a chastity belt." Deftly, she unsnapped part of the harness and inserted the head of the plug-in vibrator. Snapping them back in place secured the vibrator snugly up against Lacey's clit.

Lacey had a bad feeling about this. She'd already been pushed past her limit by that vibrator, and she had not had time to recover fully. "Please don't, Mistress," she begged.

"Oh, I won't." Angie laughed at Lacey's surprise. "*I* won't. But I've hooked up this toy so that our subscribers can play with you remotely for an hour or so. You poor thing. Tormented and manipulated by strangers-- how degrading. A nice girl wouldn't enjoy that at all. Of course, if you are really just a sex toy, it'll probably make you come until your bones turn to jelly. It's hard to claim you don't want it when you can't stop orgasming long enough to catch your breath."

Lacey whimpered slightly. Her clit was already twitching, and the vibrator hadn't even been turned on yet. 

"The trick is making the stimulus intermittent so you don't go numb or tune it out. Here's how it works: Any subscriber can hit a button to make that vibe go for 20 seconds. It costs five dollars a hit. Once the vibe shuts off again, that person's button is locked out for a full minute before they get the chance to buzz you again. Any other subscriber can still activate the vibrator in that period, though. We tested this system last week on one of the other slaves, and it was pretty popular. Well, popular with the subscribers. Who cares what the slave thought?"

Angie walked over to the door. "I'll be back in an hour. Do try to stay conscious; any time lost to fainting will be tacked on at the end of the session. And remember, you brought this on yourself. If you had simply done what you were told and controlled your slutty urges, you wouldn't be in this position."

The sound of the door closing was lost in the growl of the vibrator. Lacey sobbed and pleaded with her unseen tormentors as they dragged orgasm after orgasm from her. Her genitals felt hugely swollen and tender, and the vibrator relentlessly pummeled her like a throbbing fist. 

The irregular, unpredictable assaults shredded her nerves. Rest, rest, BUZZ, rest, BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ.... There was no pattern to the device's activity. She knew that she was being watched by perverts who were taking sadistic pleasure in her reactions, who were undoubtedly stroking themselves as they watched her cry and writhe. But she couldn't hide what the toy did to her, couldn't suppress her reactions. 

She fought the restraints, kicked and bucked, and came and came and came. As time passed, her struggles weakened. She mewled softly, eyes closed, as the orgasms washed over her. The vibrator's pulses were still too unpredictable to allow her to slip away into a trance, but her body simply could not sustain this intensity of sensation for so long. 

Cold water caused her to open her eyes. Angie was standing over her. The vibrator was quiescent. Angie patted its handle, making Lacey shudder. "Now, pet, I hope you've learned your lesson about how important it is not to come when I tell you not to." 

"Yes, mistress," Lacey whispered. Her cheeks were sticky with tears.

"Let's make sure, shall we?" Angie flipped a switch on the vibrator. It buzzed back to life with a vengeance. Angie had turned it up to its higher setting; for all its intensity, it had only been on low the whole time. Lacey convulsed with a silent scream.

"Never--" Angie thrust the toy savagely against Lacey's sex "disobey--" another thrust "me--" thrust "again." She held the toy hard against Lacey until the slave came excruciatingly.

Angie shut off the vibrator. "Thank me," she demanded.

"Th-thank you mistress, for punishing me."

"You will obey me," Angie said to the limp, panting woman "on pain of pleasure."



The Lust Boat Ch. 16



Chapter 16. A slave tries to escape, and Lacey is forced to help punish her. *Don't read this if sexual brutality (albeit fictional) is not to your taste.*

The ship pitched and rolled in the grip of a storm. Lacey huddled in her cabin, flinching as each plume of spray battered the porthole. She was locked in for the night. The sound of the wind howling around the superstructure, and the ominous creaking of the ship itself had woken her. 

"It's a big ship," she told herself. "It can handle a storm." But this was the first big storm they had encountered in her time on the Desiderata. This violent motion was nothing like the ordinary sway of the sea beneath the hull, which she had almost stopped noticing. 

She peeked out the porthole, but there was nothing but blackness, punctuated by a few glitters of the ship's lights on the waves.

*Is the ship supposed to groan like this?* she wondered. *Or is something wrong?*

She tried the door handle. It was locked, like always. A bubble of panic rose from her belly to her throat. She remembered stories of the Titanic, how the third class passengers had been locked belowdecks with no chance to evacuate. *Would they leave us to die if something went wrong?* Given how she and the other slaves had been treated... well, she doubted Mistress Angie wanted to explain it to the Coast Guard. 

Lacey pounded on the door and shouted, but she knew no one would hear her over the storm. It was useless. She sat curled with her back against the door, cradling her bruised hands against her belly. Her captors were as implacable and uncaring as the storm. 

She cowered on the floor for a seemingly interminable interval, until the storm finally slackened and she collapsed bonelessly onto her bed.

The storm's aftermath disrupted the usually invariable routines of the ship the next day. Ordinarily, Lacey was the only slave in the gym during her workout. Slaves were kept apart as much as possible. Today, she and Eva were both working out at the same time. To spare personnel for damage control and cleanup, Eleanor was supervising both of them.

It was a strength-training day. Lacey was cuffed nude to a bench with a padded bar for leg-lifts. Eleanor had inserted a smooth, stainless steel buttplug into Lacey's ass before seating her on the bench. Every time she lifted the weighted bar with her legs, the plug pushed deep into her ass. Clamping down on it with her sphincter helped keep it from drilling deeper, but either way the sensation was intense.

Eva, also naked, had been set up nearby to do pectoral exercises. Her arms were cuffed to the padded arm bars. She was supposed to swing the bars to meet in front of her, from their wide positions near her shoulders. The bars were attached by pulleys to weights for added resistance. A fairly simple exercise, had not the woman's nipples been attached by chains to the bars. Eva's dark nipples, cruelly clamped, were pulled out painfully when the bars were in the resting position at the sides.

The exercise session was punctuated by grunts and whimpers as Eva and Lacey struggled with the perverted exercises. Lacey could see sweat beading on Eva's smooth brown skin, and wondered whether it was from pain or exertion. Or arousal. Lacey couldn't separate the sensations in her own body, either. 

Eleanor's phone rang. "Yes?...Can't Michael fix it?...Alright, I think I know what's wrong. I'll be there in five."

Closing the phone, she glared at the two slaves. "One of our satellite uplinks isn't working. No internet streaming means you're not earning us any money, so you'd better hope I can get it up again. You lazy sluts keep working on your exercises. I expect to find you sweating like pigs when I come back, or you'll be sorry." She slammed the door behind her.

Cuffed to the exercise machines, Eva and Lacey were unable to take advantage of her absence to make themselves more comfortable. Eva broke the silence. "We have to get off this ship."

Lacey gave a bitter little laugh. "You think most of us wouldn't love to escape? But we're trapped."

"We've got to go," Eva argued, struggling to keep the padded bars in front of her to lessen the tension on her nipples. "If the ship had gone down in that storm, do you think they'd have let us on the lifeboats?"

Lacey couldn't argue with that; she'd been thinking the same dark thoughts. "It's easy to say we have to get away, but how?"

Eva couldn't hold the bars any longer. She gasped sharply as the chains pulled her nipples sideways. "I know where the lifeboats are, and I found a safety guide that explains how to lower them. The next time we're near land, we can get in them and head for the shore. Or get rescued by another boat. My room usually isn't locked at night; I'd come get you out, and anyone else who wants to go. There are two winches, so it's at least a two person job."

Lacey had abandoned any pretense of doing leg lifts, but she felt her ass clench around the plug. "That's crazy! We could be off the coast of anywhere. *If* you got picked up at all, your 'rescuers' might be Somali pirates. A bunch of naked women arrive in a lifeboat? There's a lot of places in the world where we could be jumping from the frying pan to the fire."

Eva wrestled with the bars, trying to relieve her tortured nipples. "Worse than this? Hah."

"Lowering a boat isn't quiet. A big ship like this could just run over a lifeboat if they noticed us," Lacey argued.

Eva didn't answer. She had managed to bring the bars together in front of her again, and she clasped her hands to keep them there.

"Ron tried to sneak into the radio room a few weeks ago," Lacey said. "Did you see him after they caught him?"

Eva bit her lip. "Yes," she said in a low voice.

"I don't know what they did to him, but he doesn't talk now. Won't look at anyone. Flinches at every noise. He's like an animal. There's no one there behind his eyes. I think they're only keeping him around as an example. I don't want to end up like that, Eva."

"That's all the more reason to run away," Eva insisted.

"No. I won't betray you, but I won't be a part of your plan." Lacey's voice sounded more decisive than she felt. 

"You're making a mistake," Eva said. Then the grip of her sweaty hands slipped, and she screamed at the sudden, vicious tug on her nipples. 

Reminded, Lacey did a couple of quick leg-lifts just in time to be properly breathless when Eleanor returned.

Two days later, Mistress Angie interrupted Lacey's lunch. "Get up, slut, and take off that robe. We're going to a meeting."

*A meeting?* Lacey couldn't imagine what that meant, but Mistress Angie's mouth was set grimly. Lacey wouldn't risk angering her with questions. She rose and followed her mistress, naked. 

They arrived in a large room, the largest Lacey had seen so far on the ship. Arrayed in a rough circle were the staff, masters, and mistresses, about ten in all. Inside the circle were naked slaves, several women and a man. Angie pushed Lacey toward the center, then took her own place around the edge. 

Quiet weeping drew Lacey's eyes. Eva knelt in front of Debbie, her mistress, who held her tightly by the hair.

Debbie cleared her throat. "Now that we're all here.... This ungrateful slut was caught planning to escape. She tried to corrupt another slave to help her in this plot."

Lacey's heart pounded *Oh, no! I knew I should have reported her. Now we're both screwed!*

But Debbie's eyes fell on one of the other female slaves. "Who very admirably informed her master. Rest assured, Jeanne will be well rewarded." Jeanne's fair skin colored, but Lacey couldn't tell if it was from pride or shame.

"We have decided that it would be fitting and amusing to allow all the slaves currently on the ship to administer the first phase of Eva's punishment," Debbie continued.

Lacey gasped, appalled.

"So we're going to turn her over to you for two hours. You can do whatever you want with her, as long as it doesn't leave lasting marks. Think of it as your chance to be dominant for a change. There are a wide variety of implements at your disposal."  

Murmurring broke out among the stunned slaves. Tugging at Eva's black ponytail, Debbie hauled the slave to her feet. She pulled the hair up over a high bar and fastened it to a ring on the wall below the bar, forcing Eva's body to stretch up and back. The lines of Eva's body were taut, from below her uptilted chin, down her exposed throat, over her flat belly, and along her straining legs. Her breasts stood high on her outthrust chest.

"Perhaps Jeanne would like the honor of going first," Debbie said, handing the blond woman a crop. Hesitantly, Jeanne snapped it across Eva's belly. Eva flinched. Jeanne struck again, harder. 

"Better. Well, what are the rest of you waiting for?" 

Three of the other slaves chose various implements-- paddles, electrical "snappers," floggers. Jeanne had become emboldened to move her blows from Eva's belly to her breasts, and Eva cried out as a stroke found a nipple. The other slaves joined in, beating her with the paddle, shocking her, heedless of her pleas for mercy.

Only Lacey and one other female slave hung back. Mistress Angie came over to Lacey. "You can join in, or you can share her punishment," she said. Lacey shivered. Angie handed Lacey a cane. "I think she'd look good with some stripes."

Lacey's hand closed reluctantly around the cane. As if in a daze, she walked over to the group around Eva. They seemed almost frenzied, drunk with the unaccustomed power to inflict pain instead of suffer it. Jeanne in particular seemed to be enjoying herself. Her eyes shone as she attacked Eva's tender breasts with the crop.

The man with the flogger moved aside to give Lacey access. Lacey raised the cane and brought it down toward Eva's butt. Even though she tried to move gently, the whistle as it passed through the air seemed like the loudest noise in the room. Eva seemed too stunned to react to the first blow. But she shrieked at the second. 

"Harder," Mistress Angie demanded. "Prove you mean it. I want to see some welts." Lacey obeyed, cringing with every stroke and trying to hit just hard enough to leave a pink wheal on the light brown skin. She moved slowly, spreading out her blows along Eva's butt and the backs of her thighs to try to avoid hitting the same place twice. 

Mistress Angie caught Lacey's hand on an upswing. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, my pet."

Lacey looked at Eva, who alternately screamed and begged hoarsely. *That could easily have been me.* She said nothing.

"I think you need some encouragement. Spread your legs." Angie fastened one of the remote-controlled butterfly vibes over Lacey's clit. A sick feeling started in the pit of Lacey's stomach.

"Go on, back to work," Angie gave her a little shove towards Eva.

This time, when Lacey raised the cane, Angie activated the vibrator. Her clit throbbed in pleasure. She brought the cane down harder than she'd intended, eliciting a howl from Eva. 

The vibrator cut off. Lacey sucked in a breath, then raised the cane again. She was prepared this time for the pulse she received on her clit as the cane whistled down, but it was still deeply disturbing to be given pleasure for hurting someone.

But it was unthinkable to volunteer for such punishment as Eva was receiving. Lacey had no other choice but to participate. Each blow earned her a buzz from the vibe, until her inner thighs were coated with arousal and Eva was covered with welts from ass to knee.

Debbie's voice cut across the room. "You'd better stop for now and try something else. We don't want her to pass out and miss any of the fun." 

The slaves lowered the implements of torture, some with more reluctance than others. Lacey put the cane back on a rack eagerly, despite the throbbing in her clit that demanded satisfaction. The vibrator lay still.

Debbie released Eva's hair from the ring, and Eva collapsed to the floor and lay there sobbing. "You've still got plenty of time left," Debbie remarked. "It's quite an opportunity, being given free rein. I suggest you not waste it."

"We can really do anything we want to her?" asked the lone male slave.

"Yes, Henry," said a woman Lacey presumed was his mistress. "As long as it doesn't leave a scar. Physically, that is." She smiled nastily.

Henry smiled back. "I've never had a woman's ass before," he said, his cock swelling visibly at the thought. Lacey could well understand why no woman had permitted him to penetrate her anally; even in this mostly flaccid state, his penis was the thickest she'd ever seen. His mistress had probably selected him in part for his girth. But, while such size might be a pleasant stretch vaginally, most women would never enjoy it in their rectum.

"Free rein," Debbie repeated. "Her ass has been trained; you won't actually damage it, whatever it feels like to her." She chuckled. Eva whimpered.

Jeanne pulled Eva up to her knees. "Let's be nice and let her lube him up with her mouth first." She grabbed a ring gag from a rack.

Eva shook her head frantically, her mouth clamped shut. Jeanne held her nostils closed until Eva was forced to open her mouth, then shoved the ring in, buckling it behind her head. 

Eva's mouth was stretched in an open "O," her lips taut around the circumference of the ring. It made her look like a blow-up sex doll. She moaned despairingly through the hole. 

Jeanne held Eva by the shoulders as Henry put his hardening cock into Eva's mouth. Drool ran down Eva's chin. "Look," Debbie said, "my slut wants it so bad she's salivating."

"That's right, get my cock nice and hard so I can rape your ass," Henry said. He thrust farther into her mouth, nudging the back of her throat with the head of his penis. He withdrew, thrust again.

Jeanne slapped Eva on the back of the head, and Henry's thick cock slid all the way down her throat. He groaned loudly as her throat spasmed around him in protest. She gasped for breath when he finally pulled out. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the drool on her chin. 

Henry pushed back in slowly, grabbing her by the hair and forcing his now rock-hard cock in all the way to the base.

"Swirl your tongue around and spread spit on that shaft," Jeanne advised. "That's all the lube you're going to get."

By the way Henry's eyes rolled up, Eva must have complied. He only pulled back when she turned red from lack of air. Her breath gusted through the gag. 

"Mmmm, again," Henry sighed. His glistening cock disappeared into her mouth once more. The muscles in his legs were trembling with pleasure. 

Suddenly, he pulled out and slapped Eva. Her head rocked to the side. "You little bitch. You're trying to make me come with your mouth to save your asshole. That's not going to work."

He strode over to the wall and grabbed a low, padded table, bringing it back to the center of the circle of onlookers. 

"Take off the gag," Debbie said. "I want to see her face clearly when you take her ass." 

Jeanne unstrapped the gag. Eva worked her jaw a few times, trying to uncramp it.

"How do we know a slut like this one won't enjoy having a fat cock up her ass?" one of other mistresses called out. "This is supposed to be a punishment after all."

"Good point." Jeanne surveyed the items available on the racks. "Here's a solution." She selected an item shaped roughly like a little pineapple, covered with studs that came to dull points. "We'll shove this up her snatch."

Lacey winced. The studs might look blunt, but she knew the pressure of a cock in Eva's ass would exert bruising force against such a cruel object in her cunt. And if she orgasmed... the contractions would be excruciating. Two other female slaves held Eva's legs apart while Jeanne forced the object into her cunt. Despite the circumstances and her obvious pain, Eva's cunt was lubricating. *They have twisted us to be turned on by abuse and rape,* Lacey thought.

"Bend her over the little table," Henry directed. Jeanne and another woman pulled Eva down across the padded surface, her knees on the floor. They held her arms to keep her in place.

"No," Mistress Angie spoke. "You, Lacey. You hold her down while he violates her ass. It will be a valuable lesson for you."

Lacey gulped unhappily. Her body felt heavy as she walked over to kneel in front of Eva. She grasped the hispanic woman's forearms. *I wish she wouldn't look at me.* Eva's gaze was direct, her dark eyes pleading and accusing.

Henry positioned himself behind Eva. Fully erect, his cock looked impossibly thick. "Please," Eva whispered. All Lacey could do was grasp her arms more firmly. She knew what it felt like to be fucked in the ass against her will, but she was helpless to stop this.

Eva's eyes widened as she felt the broad head of Henry's penis against her sphincter. "Oh, God." 

He pushed steadily, stretching the ring of muscle until it bent to his will. Eva moaned; his cock must have felt like it was burning its way in. Suddenly, with an almost audible snap, the head of his penis breached her asshole. His groan of pleasure mingled with her sound of pain. Her hands clenched hard on Lacey's forearms.

Lacey couldn't tear her eyes from Eva's face. She could see every tiny movement of Henry's cock reflected in the woman's expressive features.

Henry paused, savoring the moment or allowing Eva time to adjust to his girth. Then he grabbed her hips and began sinking himself slowly deeper into her unwilling body. Lacey could tell by Eva's wince exactly when the indirect pressure of his cock began to squeeze the studded punishment toy that filled Eva's cunt. 

Then Lacey's attention was abruptly diverted back to her own body. The butterfly vibe, which she had almost forgotten, began to buzz gently on her clitoris. "No," she whispered. She did not want to enjoy Eva's rape. But, as usual, Mistress Angie didn't care what her slave wanted. Lacey's clit swelled. The vibrations continued until Henry's pelvis hit Eva's ass.

Eva cried out as he made contact with the welts on her buttocks. "Oh, that's good," Henry said. "Tighter than anything I've ever felt. Clench down like that again." He slapped her tender ass to make her muscles tighten around his shaft. Eva gasped. 

"If you don't want me to smack you again, clamp down and milk my cock with your ass," Henry said unsympathetically. Eva obeyed, and his face went slack with pleasure as she used her highly conditioned muscles on him. She whimpered; Lacey knew the punishment toy was bruising the inside of her cunt with each contraction.

"Ah, that's enough. Don't want to come too soon." Henry pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside Eva's tight tunnel. He took his time driving himself back in, revelling in the sensation. Eva's fingers were digging into Lacey's arms, but Lacey hardly noticed because the vibrator had started again, coinciding with Henry's thrust. 

Lacey bit her lip. Had Eva noticed the vibrator through her own distress? Did she know Lacey was being forced to enjoy Eva's violation?

The vibrator cut off. Henry's cock was jammed in all the way. "You know, I wonder if a woman's ass clenches the way her cunt does when she comes," he said, playing with the hair at the back of Eva's neck.

Eva shut her eyes. "Please, no."

"But a considerate lover should make sure his woman comes," Henry taunted. "This might be my one chance to have a woman's ass, and I want to do it right." He looked over at Jeanne. "Give me one of the plug-in vibes."

With his cock still buried in her ass, Henry reached under Eva to press the blunt end of the powerful vibe to her clit. Then he switched it on. 

Every tendon and muscle in Eva's body stood out. She was struggling not to come, understood that to come was to suffer as her bruised cunt closed repeatedly on the studded toy. 




The Lust Boat Ch. 16



Lacey was also fighting renewed pleasure from the less powerful vibrator on her own clit. She was able to push the orgasm away.

Eva was not so lucky. No one could resist such an intense stimulus for long. She shrieked and shook at the waves of sensation, far more pain than pleasure, that gripped her. Her cunt throbbed around the punishment device.

The spasms of her ass around Henry's cock almost sent him over the edge. His breath hissed through his teeth as he fought for control. He dropped the vibrator. It buzzed away against the floor until Jeanne retrieved it.

Gradually, Henry came back from the brink. Eva lay limp and panting beneath him. Lacey still knelt in front of her, the butterfly vibe dormant again.

Henry pulled back and thrust into Eva's ass quickly, with a brutal disregard for her comfort. The vibe buzzed briefly against Lacey's clit, paralleling the quick thrust. Eva's breath was pushed out of her, stirring Lacey's hair. The women's faces were so close together they could have kissed.

Henry began thrusting ruthlessly, raping Eva's ass with as little concern as if he were using a toy. Intermittant vibration assaulted Lacey's clit from the remote-controlled vibe, and she found herself rocking her hips in time to Henry's thrusts.

Eva was watching her even as Henry pounded her asshole. Lacey blushed, but she couldn't keep her hips still. "I'm sorry," she whispered to those accusing dark eyes. God, she needed to come. What if Henry came before she did, and she was left stranded with this pounding ache in her crotch? She wanted to touch herself, to stroke herself to the fullfilment she craved, but Eva was pinning her arms even as she pinned Eva's. 

*Eva. Oh, this is so wrong! I can't be getting off on this.* But she was. And she came with blinding intensity just seconds before Henry's orgasm. The pleasure in her cunt swelled to engulf her, over and over. Afterwards, she couldn't tell if her tears were from pleasure or shame.

Lacey was allowed to stay kneeling by the low table as she recovered. Eva was hosed off, then prepped for the rest of her punishment. Debbie announced that her disobedient slave would be confined to a sensory deprivation tank, cut off from everything except the pain and pleasure delivered at random intervals by a device strapped to her genitals. Debbie didn't say how long Eva would be left alone in the dark silence, but Lacey shuddered as she saw an IV port being inserted in the restrained woman. It would be at least long enough to require intravenous fluids. 

Lacey tried to catch Eva's eye as she was dragged away-- to apologize, to offer encouragement, she wasn't exactly sure-- but Eva looked pointedly away.



The Lust Boat Ch. 17



Chapter 17. Lacey discovers Eva's fate, receives an enema and a humiliating orgasm. 

Lacey didn't recognize Eva the next time she saw her, several weeks later. The ship had picked up a crowd of about thirty new passengers in its last port, twenty slaves and ten owners. Their pleasure jaunt was to kick off with a party in the big playroom, and Mistress Angie was fond of parties. She dressed in her favorite black leather and brought her slave to the festivities. 

Lacey followed Angie apprehensively. She was wearing nothing but high heels, and she didn't like being naked in a crowd even if many of the other slaves were also naked. 

She tried not to look at what was going on around her. Some attendees were engaged in typical, innocuous party activities, like chatting and eating, but there was an awful lot of sex going on, too. Lacey tried to be invisible, avoiding eye contact. She stayed close behind Angie, afraid to stray too far from the dubious protection of her mistress's presence.

Angie led her to the far side of the room, where a knot of people were gathered around what appeared to be a sex doll. It was shaped like a woman with unnaturally smooth skin and painted-on facial features. Orifices gaped obscenely, and the doll's body had been strapped into a position that allowed access to all of them. Lacey avoided looking too hard at the sordid object.

"I'm afraid your little friend Eva did not withstand the sensory deprivation punishment very well," Angie said.

*What?* Lacey was confused by the apparent non-sequitor.

"Yes, she came out... broken. Not able to fulfill her duties as Debbie's slave. It happens sometimes," Angie said casually. 

One of the men standing near them took out his cock, stroking it to hardness. Although his eyes were on the doll, not on Lacey, she watched him warily. She was sad to hear about Eva, but she still didn't understand why her mistress was telling her all this now. Mistress Angie did not make idle conversation with her slave. 

"Debbie decided to get some use out of her, at least, though I don't expect she'll last long. They usually give up on living within a few months," Mistress Angie continued. "Good thing she doesn't have anyone to miss her back home." 

The man thrust into the doll's waiting asshole. Lacey was shocked to hear an eerie atonal sound from the doll's round pink mouth. She looked closer. Surely, that flowing dark hair was familiar? And... past the plasticky ring of the opening, she saw the glisten of mucous membrane in the mouth. Her perception shifted sickeningly.

"Oh, my god!" Lacey was shocked into incautious speech. "There's a person in there? She's in there?" Though she hoped for contradiction, she knew it was true.

"Yes," Angie said. "She can't see anything through that mask, and she's got noise-cancelling earplugs. She's even wearing something like a wetsuit to deaden her skin's sensitivity to touch."

Lacey could see that now, and the rigid rings that held Eva's orifices expectantly open. She swallowed hard. What must it be like, to know nothing but the blind, deaf anticipation of violation? 

The man was thrusting faster now, grunting as he satisfied himself with Eva's defenseless ass. Lacey couldn't look away.

Angie was still talking. "When she's not being used, Debbie keeps her alone in her room with the lights out. Rehabilitating her would be a lot more effort than training a fresh slave. And she makes a good example of the consequences of disobedience, doesn't she? All the slaves here tonight will be given a nice, close-up look at one of the more extreme outcomes of defiance."

With a groan, the man came inside Eva's ass. He pulled out, tucked himself away, and walked off without even looking at her again. Angie picked up a thick vibrating dildo from the shelves of toys along the wall. Grabbing Lacey by the hand, she dragged her over to stand with her between Eva's strapped-open legs. 

The vibrator hummed powerfully when Angie switched it on. She took Lacey's reluctant hand and wrapped it around the toy, her own hand clamping on top of Lacey's. Lacey could feel the vibrations all the way up her arm. She knew what Angie wanted, and she knew she was too much of a coward to fight it. 

Lacey allowed her mistress to guide her hand. Slowly, they pressed the big vibrating dildo into Eva's open cunt. Lacey tried to shut out the inhuman noises Eva was making. The toy slid easily into the warm, wet depths. Angie only released her hand when the base of the toy met the ring stretching Eva's cunt open. 

Lacey wiped her hand on her thigh in revulsion. Angie gave the dildo a twist, engaging the base of the toy with a groove on the ring and locking its thick, throbbing length inside Eva's cunt. Angie turned back towards the party. "Someone will take it out eventually," she said dismissively.

"That's just sick," Lacey said.

Angie gave her a hard look. Lacey swallowed carefully and dropped her eyes, afraid she might have gone too far. Angie took pity on her. "I agree," she said. "It's a terrible waste, and not nearly as fun as playing with someone who still has the full range of human reactions. Like you, for instance, my little slutslave."

Lacey flushed. She hated being called "slutslave" almost as much as she hated "fucktoy."

"I love making you do things that horrify you, and it's just delightful when you end up enjoying it, too. Now, what shall I do with you tonight?" Angie's eyes sparkled as she surveyed the room. "They've set up so many options."

Lacey followed Angie's gaze around the room. Whoever had planned the party had put food, drink, and various couches and chairs in the center of the large room. Around the edges were various stations, like the one they stood in front of featuring the living doll. A scream drew Lacey's attention to a man branding another man's ass with a hot iron, surrounded by a small group of appreciative onlookers. Several slings hung from the ceiling a small distance away, one of them occupied by a man whose mistress was vigorously fucking his ass with a strap-on. Another area featured electrical implements of all descriptions, which were being used on a pair of flinching, shrieking women. 

Angie's eyes settled on one of the corners, where there was a tiled area with a sink and a toilet. The floor sloped down to a central drain so that the whole area and anyone in it could be hosed down. "Would you like it if I gave you an enema in front of all these people, little slave?"

Angie seemed to be waiting for an actual answer. "No, mistress," Lacey said.

"Why not?"

Lacey felt humiliated at the very thought of people seeing her subjected to such a shameful procedure. It was worse, somehow, than the thought of people watching Angie fuck her. Besides, by now hundreds of people had seen that. "It's dirty, mistress," she mumbled.

"You're dirty, slut. There's no use trying to hide it. Didn't you clean yourself out with an enema today like you were supposed to?"

"Yes, mistress, of course I did," Lacey said quickly. It was part of her required regimen to keep her ass available for her mistress's pleasure. "So there's no need for another, please!"

"Your objections have decided me; it's worth doing just to see you squirm." Angie placed a proprietary hand on Lacey's lower back and guided her through the room to the tiled area. "Wait here." 

Lacey didn't try to get away; there was nowhere to run. Angie returned with an assistant and some equipment. She cuffed Lacey's feet to either end of a short spreader bar, then fastened that to a ring in the floor. Now Lacey couldn't have run if she tried. 

Setting a padded bar on a low sawhorse, Angie placed it in front of her slave's hips. "Lean forward over the bar," she commanded.

Lacey hesitated for an instant, searching Angie's face for a hint she might entertain a plea for mercy. Seeing none, she leaned forward. Angie cuffed her wrists and roughly yanked them down to fasten to another floor ring. Lacey was folded over the padded bar with her ass in the air, her breasts dangling.

She couldn't move from this undignified position, strands of her blonde hair in her face, feeling the blood rush to her head, as Angie and the assistant made preparations beyond her limited field of vision. All Lacey could see were her own arms and knees, and the legs of several onlookers who had gathered.

Angie came around behind her and laid a hand on the small of Lacey's back. Lacey stiffened involuntarily. Angie chuckled. Unceremoniously, she spread Lacey's buttocks and slid the lubricated enema nozzle into her anus. Lacey swallowed a sound of surprise. 

The nozzle was warm and smooth. Soon, she felt the familiar sensation of warm water entering her rectum. If it hadn't been for the audience, Lacey might not have found it unpleasant. 

Angie reached between her slave's legs and stroked her clitoris lightly. Lacey jumped at the unexpected touch, but it was gently pleasurable, almost soothing, distracting her from the water invading her bowels. It was almost over now; she knew from experience how full she felt when the bag was almost empty. Lacey was already anticipating the relief she would feel when the water was released.

Mistress Angie stopped playing with Lacey's clit to press her hand up evaluatively into Lacey's abdomen. "She can take more. Give me another bag." 

Lacey turned her head, trying and failing to make eye contact with her mistress. "Please, no. I'm so full already!" Her belly cramped as more liquid forced its way in. She could feel the heavy weight of the water collecting inside, bulging her tummy so it drooped over the bar. 

Mistress Angie was relentless, ignoring Lacey's cries of pain and fear, filling her until she was tight as a tick. Lacey hung there, sweating. She stayed perfectly still, breathing shallowly, afraid any movement might trigger painful spasms. 

When the flow finally stopped, Lacey was so grateful she almost cried. "Thank you, mistress," she said sincerely. "Oh, god, thank you." 

The nozzle was removed, but Lacey almost immediately felt a new pressure against her asshole. "What-- Aahh!" she yelled as a fat, lubricated plug was shoved into her ass. Her muscles rebelled at this latest assault, attempting to push out the plug and all the water without Lacey's conscious volition. But the plug was very wide, and her sphincter had closed tightly around its narrow neck. She could not expell it, no matter how desperately her bowels tried to void themselves.

"Please," she said. "I feel like I'm going to burst." 

Mistress Angie chuckled. "Oh, you won't burst. Don't whine." She tapped the base of the plug where it protruded from her slave's ass. The little rippling shock wave made Lacey's cunt clench spasmodically.

Tap. Another wave through Lacey's crotch. She whimpered. Mistress Angie tapped the plug again. She must know the effect she was having on Lacey. She always knew. Lacey gritted her teeth. "Please don't do that," she pleaded.

"What, this?" Tap. "But you're enjoying it so much. I can see your pussy pulsating every time I do it. And your cunt is getting all wet and swollen."

Of course, the pleasure was the reason Lacey wanted her to stop. Violation was less confusing when it didn't feel good. But she couldn't admit that. "Please, I need to-- to go to the bathroom."

Mistress Angie freed Lacey's ankles and wrists, helping her stand slowly. The water in her belly sloshed as she straightened. Glancing down, Lacey saw she looked almost pregnant.

"I know you want to release all that pressure," Mistress Angie said. "But if you touch that plug yourself, I will make you very sorry. And I don't feel like indulging you right now, so feel free to try to convince any of the other masters or mistresses here to take pity on a dirty slut." She walked away to examine the buffet table. 

Lacey stared after her mistress for a few seconds. *She's not really going to leave me like this, is she?* But it seemed she was on her own. Her mistress didn't so much as glance in her direction. 

Lacey urgently needed to get this plug out. She scanned the crowd to see if she could find a top who wasn't too scary. The nearest mistress had a slave with the word "painslut" freshly tattooed on her mons. Lacey wasn't that desperate yet; she walked past. A master was engrossed in sliding a small glass rod into his slave's urethera. He looked too focussed to interrupt. 

As Lacey turned away, she almost collided with a lean auburn-haired woman. "What's this?" the woman asked, "An unescorted slave?"

Lacey ducked her head. "No, ma'am. My mistress, Mistress Angie, she told me to go look for someone to remove the plug in my ass. She gave me an enema, but then she stopped me up with this big plug so I couldn't empty it out, and, please, I really need someone to take it out for me!" She was babbling in her desperation, always dangerous. She took a deep breath and shut up.

"Hmm. Yes, I can see that now." The woman considered Lacey with hazel eyes. "You can call me Mistress Portia." It was a command.

"Yes, Mistress Portia," Lacey said obediently. 

"I've always been partial to blondes in distress," Mistress Portia said. She stepped closer. Lacey could feel her body heat against her bare skin. "Though not necessarily to rescuing them," Portia said. She gave Lacey a hard shove.

Lacey landed in a seated position on one of the sofas. The impact with the firm cushions jarred through her, and she cried out in pain and surprise, her ass spasming uselessly around the plug. 

Mistress Portia straddled Lacey on the couch, her arms on either side of Lacey's head. Lacey felt trapped, but she also felt a spurt of arousal. Her traitorous body had learned to associate being held down with pleasure. 

Portia pulled small, firm breasts over the top of her corset. "Suck, slut." Lacey opened her mouth and sucked in a nipple, feeling it crinkle and harden under her swirling tongue. Portia's breasts were beautiful. Lacey's mouth would have watered for them even if she hadn't been willing to do almost anything to get Portia to release the plug for her.

Portia's crotch was hot against Lacey's belly, even through the thin leather pants she wore. Her hips tilted into Lacey's body, putting uncomfortable pressure on Lacey's abdomen. Lacey squirmed, afraid to stop sucking for even a moment. 

To Lacey's great relief, Portia shifted so she was astride one of Lacey's thighs, with one knee between Lacey's legs. Insistent fingers on the back of Lacey's head kept the slave latched on to her nipple. 

Portia began to roll her crotch against Lacey's thigh. Her clit was so hard, Lacey could feel it through the butter-thin leather of Portia's pants. Every time she humped herself on Lacey's thigh, the firm cushions of the couch pressed the plug deep into Lacey's ass. The fullness in Lacey's ass was intense, but it was hard to tell herself she hated it when she could feel her pussy lips slipping wetly against each other and against her clit.

Mistress Portia threw her head back, her red-brown hair cascading almost to her waist. "Oh, yeah." She pumped her groin ruthlessly on Lacey's soft, naked thigh. Then she came loudly. Her fingers closed with bruising force on Lacey's shoulder, and her hips jerked violently enough to yank her nipple out of Lacey's mouth. 

Lacey watched with something approaching impatience as the beautiful woman came on her. Though her clit twitched in sympathy, she was mostly focussed on her need to release her bowels. 

Mistress Portia caught her breath, rearranged her bodice, and climbed off of the slave's lap. Lacey couldn't tell if she had any intention of granting Lacey's request, or if she intended to merely use Lacey and leave her to suffer.

Lacey attempted to get up, and was thwarted by a spasm in her belly that doubled her over. Mistress Portia was moving away. Lacey had to get to her, had to implore her for relief. 

She might not be able to stand, but she could crawl. "Mistress Portia," she cried. 

Portia turned, raising an eyebrow when she saw Lacey on all fours. "Well, well, what a disgustingly desperate little slut." She walked slowly around the kneeling woman. Pausing behind Lacey, she nudged the base of the butt plug firmly with the toe of her boot.

Lacey rocked forward, moaning, as the plug drilled into her. "Please," she begged shamelessly. "I can't stand it. Please take it out. I let you-- use me-- and I'll do anything else you want. Just, please..." 

Portia laughed. "You don't get anything in exchange for letting your betters use you sexually. That's what you're for. And of course you will do whatever you are told." She prodded Lacey's distended belly with the top of her foot, eliciting a groan. Lacey's gut gurgled and churned. "Still," Portia said thoughtfully. "I suppose it does have to be removed. Don't move," she demanded.

Lacey held still. *Is she finally going to take it out?* Smack! Portia's hand connected with the smooth skin of Lacey's buttocks. Lacey yelped. Her ass clenched on the plug.

"Shut up," said Portia calmly. She smacked Lacey again. Lacey could feel the skin growing hot and tight already. She could also feel her pussy heating up in that same embarassing reaction she had experienced when Mistress Angie had spanked her. 

Portia smacked her again, and Lacey had a hard time staying silent because part of Portia's hand impacted the plug. Another blow, also hitting the base of the plug. That couldn't be accidental. Lacey gritted her teeth. It was difficult not to tighten her tummy muscles, but every time she did her gut retaliated with cramping spasms. 

Portia spanked Lacey thoroughly until her ass felt like it was glowing. She paused and drew her fingers through Lacey's pussy. It was so wet, Lacey could hear it. "You liked that, you slutty little cunt."

"Please," Lacey begged. "Please release me." Even she wasn't sure she was only begging to have the plug removed. The pressure in her clit rivaled the pressure in her ass. 

"I'll tell you what," said Portia. "I'm feeling generous. I'll take that plug out of your ass if you can take just five strokes with a crop without crying out."

"Oh, thank you Mistress Portia," Lacey was almost crying with gratitude for the opportunity to be beaten. She held still, presenting her tender buttocks, still stinging from the spanking. 

The crop whistled through the air and struck with a cruel bite. "One," Lacey counted. Again, a sharp crack of pain. Lacey's fingers gripped the floor so hard they turned white, but she suppressed any outcry. "Two." The third blow intersected the welts from the first two, intensifying the pain. "Three." She could do this. And then she could have what she needed.

But the fourth stroke did not strike her ass as she had expected. Mistress Portia angled the crop between Lacey's legs with cruel precision to lash the kneeling woman's swollen clitoris and pussy. Lacey screamed at the unexpected agony.

"Oh dear," said Mistress Portia with mock concern. "And you were doing so well. Now we need to start all over again." She waited for Lacey to resume her position. After a long moment, Lacey did so.

Crack. Another blow on Lacey's well-beaten ass. "One." Snap. Lacey hissed in air through clenched teeth as the crop cut across her nipples. "Two." Crack. Lacey had never thought she would be relieved to have her ass whipped, but it was so much better than the alternatives. "Three." She tensed involuntarily. Would it be this one? The crop whistled down on the backs of her thighs. "Four." But now she knew with sick certainty what was coming. She pressed her lips firmly together. The crop came up on her pussy. It was better this time, when she was prepared, but only a little. Tears sprang in her eyes with the effort of keeping quiet. "Five." 

She sagged with relief and triumph. Mistress Portia helped her to stand. "Good job, little slut," Portia said. Lacey felt an absurd warmth at the accolade.




The Lust Boat Ch. 17



Portia walked her back over to the tiled area, half supporting her. Mistress Angie followed them over, along with a gaggle of prurient onlookers. Lacey was swaying on her feet. The pressure in her belly was overwhelming, pounding with her pulse.

"Sit." Mistress Portia stood over Lacey as she sat on the toilet. Angie was watching avidly. "Spread your legs."

Lacey complied. Anything for relief. Mistress Portia slid a hand behind Lacey, grasping the plug firmly. Her other hand cupped Lacey's pussy from the front. "Release."

And release Lacey did. As soon as Portia pulled the plug, a torrent of dirty water poured out of Lacey's ass. Portia stroked Lacey's clit at the same time, and, to Lacey's horror, triggered a massive orgasm. The orgasm combined with the gushing relief of the tension in her bowels in a way that was perversely, thorougly satisfying. 

She could do nothing to stop what was happening to her as she was carried along on the rush of sensation. It was dirty, filthy, wrong-- and her body revelled in it. Self-control was impossible. Lacey shook and howled.

As the orgasm passed, Portia and Angie lifted Lacey's limp form down to the floor. Angie hosed her off with warm water. When she directed the warm stream between her slave's legs, Lacey came again, helplessly. 

"You see, you're much more fun to play with than a dolly," Angie said. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep it that way."



The Lust Boat Ch. 18



Lacey knew she was in trouble, because her mistress was giving her a wicked, gloating smile. All day, it had seemed Lacey could do nothing right. Her mistress had scolded her for her bold eye contact, then barked at her to "look at me when I'm talking to you." During the oral service her mistress usually demanded in the mornings, Angie had complained that Lacey had taken too long to give her an orgasm, calling her lazy and ungrateful. 

Now, Lacey had spilled the after-dinner coffee on the pristine linen tablecloth as she was pouring it, and a few droplets had landed on Mistress Angie's black leather pants. "I'm so sorry, mistress!" Lacey dabbed the spots away with a napkin before they could soak in. Afraid to look at her mistress's face, but oddly compelled, Lacey peeked through her lowered lashes to see that Angie looked more gleeful than angry.

Angie considered her slave, who was naked except for a lacy demi-cup bra. "It would be irresponsible for me to let such carelessness go uncorrected," she said with seeming mildness.

Lacey knew it would only make matters worse for her to protest that she had only spilled the coffee when Angie had goosed her from behind with the spoon from the ice bucket while she was pouring. Her labia still burned slightly with the impression of the cold, smooth metal. "Yes, mistress," she said. Her blonde hair fell down around her face, and she wished it could hide her. *Dammit, why did I have to jump like that? Stupid, Lacey, and now you've given her an excuse to punish you.*

Angie pushed back her chair. In a movement so abrupt Lacey did not have time to flinch away, she grabbed Lacey by the hair and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go, you clumsy slut. Cabin 12."

As Angie marched her down the ship's corridors, Lacey tried not to think about what might await. Cabin 12 had been the site of many humiliations suffered at the hands of her kidnappers, not least the inhumanly thorough fucking she'd received from Debbie's machine. 

The video of that ordeal was one of the most popular on the Lust Boat's website. Just last week, Angie had forced Lacey to watch it again, while Angie read customers' comments aloud. "'Hot! Do her in the ass next time.' 'What a dirty slut! She pretends she's too good to want it, but you can see her cunt drooling to be stuffed.' 'This girl is hot, but not much of an actor. It's hard to believe she's being raped when she can't stop coming.'" 

But the fucking machine was not in evidence when they reached the cabin. Instead, it held only the padded table, video equipment and lights, and rack upon rack of toys. Mistress Angie locked the door behind them and directed Lacey to kneel. 

Angie turned on the recorders and rolled a cart out from between two racks. It was already loaded with a variety of items, and Lacey wondered whether her mistress had been planning this. The dark-haired woman moved slowly, but with confidence, bringing the cart nearer to Lacey and setting its brakes so that the kneeling woman would have a good view. 

Angie ran her hand lightly over a row of items laid out on black velvet. She liked to do this sometimes-- show off the many instruments she could bring to bear on her slave's flesh, in order to draw out her victim's fear and (if Lacey were honest) arousal. Strong fingers stroked each toy as Angie considered the effects it might have on her slave's helpless body.

Lacey's whole body was tight with drawn-out tension. She was intimately familiar with some of the instruments. She knew exactly what it felt like to have those clover clamps biting into her nipples, and to have her ass filled with the itching buzz of that vibrating buttplug. 

It was the unfamiliar items that caught her attention, though, compelling her to dreadful speculation. Some of them were obvious enough in their purpose-- a bra with tiny, dull-pointed spikes poking into the nipple area, a small whip of knotted silk. But what were those plastic discs with the star-shaped cutouts? And what the hell was the juicer for? 

She knew better than to discount an item because it looked innocuous. There was a delicate sable paintbrush on the cart, looking quite ordinary and innocent. Its ghostly touch on the vulnerable head of her clitoris had reduced her to a sobbing wreck over a period of hours the last time Angie had wanted to make a point. 

Lacey shuddered as Angie's fingers caressed the brush's handle. Angie smiled; she knew exactly what was going through Lacey's mind, and the swelling it was causing in her pussy. "Maybe not this time," Angie said. "It wouldn't be as effective if I allowed you to get used to it." She continued her perusal of the cart. 

Angie selected a bottle of lube and placed it in a bottle warmer. She plugged in the juicer, too, and got out several fresh ginger roots. A whimper escaped past the ball of fear in the back of Lacey's throat. Her sphincters tightened in anticipation as Angie juiced the ginger. She remembered the burn of ginger on mucous membranes vividly. 

Angie picked up an oddly-shaped dildo. It was a series of bulbs, the one at the tip about an inch wide, each successive one larger until the fattest one met the flaring base of the toy. Angie opened a plug on the base, and Lacey saw that there was a reservoir inside, and little holes on each bulb to distribute the contents of the dildo inside an orifice. Angie poured the sharp-smelling ginger juice into the dildo.

*God help me,* Lacey thought.

Instead of violating Lacey with the toy immediately, though, Angie set it aside. She picked up another dildo, this one more familiar-looking to Lacey. It resembled the dilating probes used every day to stretch and exercise Lacey's cunt and ass. This one looked slightly different, but Lacey couldn't tell from just looking at it whether it worked the same way or not. It was simply a slender metal and plastic dildo with some odd wires and nozzles on the base. 

Angie filled a reservoir in the second dildo with warm lube from the bottle. She set it down next to the first dildo. 

"Slave!" Angie barked. Lacey barely managed to contain a startled jump. Considering her original infraction, that would have been very bad. Angie continued, "I am going to take your ass as forfeit. There's nothing you can do about that."

"Yes, mistress," Angie said miserably. Her thighs, pressed together as she knelt, were starting to feel noticeably damp inside. 

"However, I am feeling magnanimous," said Angie. "You may choose which of these two toys I stick in your little ass."

Lacey hesitated. She hated it when Angie made her choose, because Angie always made it seem as if the choice made Lacey responsible for what Angie did to her. *On the other hand, I really, really don't want her to put that ginger juice in my ass.* Looking at the rippling, bulbous dildo that contained the ginger, she could easily imagine how it would feel. Her asshole would stretch over each bulb and close around the groove between it and the next bulb, creating an intense rippling when Angie fucked her with it, until her muscles finally gave up and her asshole gaped open. Adding the red-hot ginger to that.... 

"If you don't choose one, I will use them both on you, one after the other," Angie said. "I wonder if it would be better to save the ginger for last so that you'd be anticipating it the whole time, or to use it on you first, so that you'd be even more swollen and sensitive when I get to the other one. You squealed so delightfully last time I put ginger in you. And your cunt almost flooded the room."

"That one," Lacey broke in, trying to stem the tide of Angie's words and the unwelcome reactions they were invoking in her own body. She pointed at the metallic probe. "I choose that one."

Angie just looked at her.

"Please," Lacey said.

Angie still didn't move or respond.

Defeated, Lacey said, "Please fuck me in the ass with that probe, mistress."

"Are you sure?" Angie taunted.

"Yes, mistress, please, I want you to take my ass with it." Lacey's cheeks were hot. 

"You need to show me and everyone watching how much you want it," Angie said. "Take off your bra."

Lacey removed her only item of clothing and knelt naked before her mistress.

"Hold your tits up and together," Angie directed.

Lacey obeyed, cupping her hands under her breasts and lifting them like an offering. Angie squirted warm lube over Lacey's breasts and cleavage. Lacey tried not to let her distaste show on her face. 

Angie set the probe upright on the floor in front of Lacey and held it there. "Lube it up."

Lacey reached up to gather some lube on her fingers.

"No! Not with your hands, you stupid cunt." Angie said.

Lacey understood now the humiliating act Angie demanded from her. She leaned forward and took the dildo between her breasts, bobbing up and down so that it slid in the slippery crevice of her cleavage. Her ass wiggled in the air, and she could feel her pussy exposed to Angie and the cameras.

It was hard to keep her balance; the dildo jabbed her under the chin when she fell forward too far. Since she needed to use her hands to hold her breasts together, she had to try awkwardly to catch herself with her elbows each time. "Faster," Angie said. Lacey tried, her lower back and thighs aching with the effort.

"That's not good enough," Angie said. "I'm going to have to use both the toys on your poor little ass. Unless..." 

Lacey knew she was being manipulated, but there was nothing she could do about it. To have abased herself this far, and still be anally raped with that terrible ginger-filled dildo, was too much. "Unless what, mistress? I'll do whatever you want, please."

"Unless you'd like to accept my help, since it seems you can't even manage a simple titty fuck."

Even though she was pretty sure she wouldn't enjoy Angie's "help," Lacey knew almost anything would be better than the alternative. "Yes, mistress, please help me do better."

"Sit back up," Angie said. She picked up a pair of nipple clamps from the cart, joined by a chain. At the sight, Lacey's nipples shriveled, even as her pussy plumped up. Angie rolled and pinched Lacey's nipples in a businesslike fashion, pretending not to notice the flush of arousal and quickened breathing. 

The bite of the first clamp drew a cry from Lacey. Angie had adjusted it to a very firm setting. Just as the pain was dulling to a tolerable level, Angie clamped the other nipple. Lacey jerked, setting off the pain in her other nipple again, too. Panting, she waited grimly for the sharp, bright pain to fade to a mere pressure. 

"Lean forward on your elbows," Angie said. Lacey lowered herself so that her weight rested on her forearms and her knees, with her ass in the air. The dildo nestled between her breasts. 

Angie squirted more lube in the crevice. Then she gathered the clamps' chain in her fist, pulling Lacey's breasts together and stirring darts of pain in them with every movement. "You can scream if you like," she told Lacey. "You know it makes me hard."

Without further warning, Angie yanked on the chain. The clamps stretched Lacey's nipples and breasts up and forward. Lacey barely contained the cry that threatened to emerge at this sudden pain and the streak of simultaneous pleasure that fled down her belly to her groin. She hated to let her vocal reactions add to the show.

Angie swept her hand down, pulling the clamped nipples down and back, dragging the breasts with them. The metallic head of the probe emerged from between Lacey's breasts. Angie continued to pull Lacey's breasts up and down. The probe made wet squishing noises as it fucked the channel between her breasts. 

Despite Lacey's determination and clenched teeth, she was soon crying out at each enforced swing of her breasts. Her empurpled nipples were all she could think about. 

After several very long minutes of vigorously fucking the dildo with her slave's lubed breasts, Angie relented. She helped Lacey sit back on her knees again. 

"You are an ill-mannered slut," Angie said. She twisted one of the clamps. "Aren't you going to thank me for helping you properly lube that dildo?"

"Thank you, mistress," Lacey said hoarsely.

"Good girl." Angie removed the clamps and massaged the circulation back into the whimpering woman's nipples. "Now, show me how much you want this dildo in your ass. Get on your hands and knees."

Lacey obeyed. Her breasts dangled beneath her, throbbing and hot. She couldn't see what Angie was doing with the toy behind her. A scary thought struck her. *What if I made the wrong choice? I've been so focused on avoiding the ginger-filled dildo, I haven't really thought much about this one. I just assumed that it was the same as the dilator, but it doesn't look exactly the same. What if it does something like zapping me with a shock?*

Lacey shifted her weight, looking back over her shoulder, preparing to sit back up. "Mistress, please don't put that in my ass. I promise to be more careful with serving the coffee."

Angie pushed her back down with a hand between her shoulderblades. "Don't make me repeat an order," she said. "You don't seriously expect me to believe you don't want this, do you? Not when you were just begging me to put it in your ass, and anyone can see your thighs are slippery almost to your knees."

Lacey had been hoping her arousal wasn't quite that obvious. It didn't mean she wasn't afraid, though. She swayed forward at the touch of the slim, blunt tip of the probe on her asshole. 

Angie grabbed Lacey's hair and tugged her head back. "Either you push back and take it in the ass, or you get the other one next," she growled in Lacey's ear. 

To her shame, Lacey was more afraid of this threat than of participating in this violation and losing what was left of her dignity. She rocked her body back, and her asshole easily swallowed the slender, lubed dildo. It was long and slightly cool, a familiar intrusion in her rectum.

She felt Angie fiddle with something on the base of the dildo, and more warm lube squirted out to coat the inside of Lacey's ass. Lacey made a small sound in the back of her throat at this sensation, unexpected from a fake cock. 

Lacey didn't have much time to think about it, though, because the dildo began to swell. It was like the dilator, but different, because only the tip, buried deep in her ass, was growing. The rest of the shaft stayed slender even as the end of the probe grew like a balloon being filled from a helium tank. 

The bulb at the tip kept expanding steadily. Lacey grunted as her belly rippled with a cramp, but the probe kept growing. It felt huge inside her; even her cunt felt squeezed by the time the pressure stopped building. 

"Let me just check your dilation measurement from this morning," Angie said. "Hmm. A little more, just to be safe, I think."

"No, plea-- oh!" Lacey's breath rushed out as the tip of the probe stretched her ass even wider. It felt so strange to have this massive bulk deep inside her ass, without a thick shaft also opening her anus itself. Now that the cramps had subsided, it was not painful, but the big bulb on its slender shaft left her with the feeling that Angie had stuck a candy apple on a stick up her ass.

Angie tapped the protruding end of the probe. The movement transmitted itself all the way into the depths of Lacey's ass. When Angie wiggled the probe slightly, Lacey couldn't help arching her back in response. 

Angie chuckled. "That's my slut. You're such a huge slut that it's disgusting how far I had to inflate this probe so it would be too big--" she gave the probe a tug. Lacey felt the bulb slide down inside her and press against the inside of her sphincter. Angie continued "too big to fit through even your sloppy asshole." She tugged again, harder, pulling Lacey's whole body backwards. The end of the probe dug firmly into the ring of muscles inside Lacey's asshole, and she could feel them stretching outward, trying to accommodate it. 

Angie must have calculated correctly, though, because the probe remained lodged in Lacey's ass. Angie yanked on it a couple more times, enjoying Lacey's grunts and squirming. "Don't complain; you asked for this. You know, most women can't even stretch their cunts as wide as you can stretch your ass, you sick little pervert."

Lacey knew better than to point out that it was Angie and her other kidnappers who had insisted on opening her orifices to accommodate larger and larger items. Her attention was mostly taken up with relief when Angie released the base of the probe, letting it sink naturally deeper into Lacey's ass.

Angie clipped something to the probe's flared base. When she passed it under Lacey's front, Lacey saw it was a leash. Angie stood near Lacey's shoulder and took up the slack in the leash. The probe shifted again, and the thin leash insinuated itself along Lacey's asscrack and between her labia. The black leather was already darkening with cunt juices.

"Stand," Angie directed. She led Lacey in a small circle around the room, slowly the first time, then a few jogging circuits like a dog at a kennel show. Lacey was painfully aware of how her own naked flesh jiggled for the cameras, while Angie looked dignified and cool. The flopping of her breasts brought little pangs from her abused nipples, and the leash bumped repeatedly against her clit and tugged on the thing in her ass. The sheen of sweat on her skin when Angie stopped her was not due entirely to exertion. 

Using the probe as leverage, Angie walked her over to the waist-high padded table. Lacey had been fucked on this table or similar ones more times than she cared to recall, but her body remembered what her mind did not want to. Her cunt ached as she obeyed Angie's command to sit on the edge of the table.

*Stop that,* Lacey told her body. *I'm only doing it because she'll do even worse things to me if I don't. I can't enjoy this.* The monstrosity in her ass burrowed deeper when she sat down on the end of the table. 

"Spread your legs." Angie unhooked the leash and fastened the base of the probe directly to a fitting on the table. She stepped back and considered Lacey. "I think I'll leave your legs and arms free. You'll never get that probe loose without my help. If you reach for the table fastener, though, I will whip your pussy. Do you understand?"

Lacey gulped. "Yes, mistress." 

Angie returned to the cart, considering her options. "I'm doing you a favor, slave, by correcting your behavior so that you will do better in the future," she said. "But I see no reason that your careless mistake should interfere with my using you for my pleasure."

She picked up a double-sided dildo. Unbuttoning the fly of her leather pants, Angie reached inside and spread herself open with her fingers. Her eyelids drooped as she pushed the shorter, fatter arm of the dildo up into her cunt. 

Lacey's fingers tightened on the edge of the table as she watched her mistress approach with a slight swagger, the dildo bobbing up from her crotch with every step. Lacey pressed her thighs together defensively.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Angie said calmly. "Whether you want it or not. Though we both know you do." She pushed Lacey's knees apart with her strong hands and stood between Lacey's spread thighs, the tip of the dildo just barely brushing Lacey's mound. 

*There won't be room inside me with that thing in my ass,* Lacey thought. "Please, don't," she said, though she knew it was hopeless. Lacey pushed at Angie's hips, trying to fend her off.

Angie slapped Lacey's face, hard. While Lacey was still recovering from the stinging attack, Angie positioned the dildo and forced it up into Lacey's cunt. Angie's low groan was almost lost beneath the almost-scream from Lacey.

Angie's thrust had lifted Lacey slightly off the table, pulling the giant bulb down to pound against the inside of Lacey's anus. The bulb's passage pressed hard against the dildo through the wall of muscle separating her ass and her cunt, drawn down the length of the fake cock until the bulb slammed to a stop at Lacey's anal sphincter. The sensation was so intense Lacey was unsure whether it was painful or pleasurable. 




The Lust Boat Ch. 18



"Mmm, so tight," Angie murmured, the dildo still buried deep in Lacey's cunt. Lacey knew that the tighter her cunt gripped the toy, the more the other end of it moved inside Angie. Angie ground her crotch against Lacey's, mashing her hardened clit into Lacey's clit and the little barbell piercing its hood.

Angie withdrew deliberately, allowing Lacey to sink back down on the toy in her ass. When the huge fist-like bulb had thrust its way all the way up Lacey's rectum once more,Angie pushed her way into Lacey's cunt again. The toys slid past each other in opposite directions, the dildo tunneling its way deep into her vagina, while the anal probe pulled outward. Like the last one, this thrust halted when the bulb in Lacey's ass could not move any further. 

"Ahh!" Lacey wished she could stay silent, because she knew her cries only enhanced the enjoyment for Angie and all the sickos who jerked off to the videos. But she couldn't contain the noises any more than she could contain the wetness flowing copiously from her cunt to mix with Angie's juices on the dildo.

Angie was losing herself in her own pleasure now. She began to fuck Lacey savagely, thrusting over and over. The probe battered the inside of Lacey's ass with each stroke. Anchored to the table by her ass, there was nothing Lacey could do to avoid this assault. She clung to Angie's shoulders as Angie's thrusts lifted her hips off the table.

It no longer hurt, not in a bad way anyway. Pleasure was building in Lacey's belly. The fullness in both her passages, combined with the way Angie's crotch banged against her clit at the end of her strokes, were having their inevitable effect. Lacey was going to come, and she didn't have permission for that.

"Please, mistress," she begged. "Please may I come?"

Angie ignored her, her back tensing under Lacey's hands as she built towards her own climax. 

"Please!" Lacey was almost sobbing now. An unauthorized orgasm would earn her a brutal punishment. "Stop, please, I'm going to come. Please, don't make me do it without permission. Please, may I?" Her mistress simply continued to rape her vigorously, shuttling the toys back and forth in Lacey's holes. It felt so good, and there was nothing Lacey could do to stop it. "No, please, no, no," she chanted, and then her ass and cunt were consumed by a flood of pleasure that spread out to overwhelm her entire body. 

Lacey stiffened all over, and her internal muscles clamped down hard on the objects inside her, jerking the dildo inside Angie's cunt as well. Her fingers dug divots in Angie's shoulders even through the cloth of her shirt.

"Slut," Angie growled smugly. She didn't pause in her use of Lacey; in fact, she moved faster, enjoying the way Lacey's vagina clutched involuntarily at the cock. "Undisciplined, ungrateful, disobedient, greedy cunt." She thrust hard enough to knock some of the breath out of Lacey. "I allow you to continue to exist for my pleasure, not yours."

With a last, triumphant stroke, Angie shoved the cock in deep enough to hit Lacey's cervix, shoving her twitching clit against Lacey's and pulling Lacey's anus to its straining limit against the toy inside it. Angie bit Lacey's shoulder as she came. The tip of the cock jerked repeatedly into Lacey's cervix as Angie relieved all of her sexual tension into her slave's body.

Lacey was thankful when Angie finally pulled out of Lacey's cunt and eased her back down onto the table. The pressure on her cervix had hurt, and the huge toy now pressing deep into her ass was infinitely preferable to its trying to force its way out her too-small asshole.

Angie removed the dildo from her own cunt. It was covered in creamy juices on both ends. Apart from her open fly, she had remained fully clothed throughout. She did that sometimes; kept her clothes on while she fucked her completely naked slave. Lacey hated to have her helplessness and vulnerability emphasized this way,and she supposed that was why Angie did it. 

Angie held the dildo up to Lacey's lips. She didn't even have to verbalize the command; Lacey obediently opened her mouth and let Angie feed the cock inside. It was tangy with their commingled juices. Angie pushed it in deep, caressing the distended bulge in Lacey's throat with the fingertips of her other hand. 

"Clean up the mess you made, slut." Angie raised her hand from Lacey's throat to pinch Lacey's nostrils shut, cutting off her air. Lacey's eyes bulged in panic, her throat closing painfully around the silicone cock. Surely Angie didn't mean to kill her for coming without permission? But Angie relented once she had made her point: she held Lacey's life in her hands.

She withdrew the cock from Lacey's throat and waited impatiently while Lacey coughed and spluttered. Then she handed it to Lacey. "Clean the other end while I decide what it will take to teach you obedience."

Lacey hardly noticed the ache in her jaw as she sucked the fat end of the dildo, she was so nervous about what Angie planned. *Is she going to whip my pussy like she threatened before?* Suddenly, she was very aware of the way her piercing rubbed against the head of her clit. 

But Angie returned from the equipment cart with something Lacey dreaded even more-- the plug-in vibe. Lacey tried to scramble up to get away, but with the probe in her ass she might as well have been nailed to the table. 

"Oh, god," she said, remembering the last time she had been punished with the intense, unending vibrations that had forced her to orgasm uncontrollably. It was one of Mistress Angie's favorite methods of torture. "Please, mistress, that's too much. Whip my pussy instead!"

Angie just smiled. She plugged in the vibrator and attached a mount to the end of the table to hold its broad rubber head against Lacey's pussy. Lacey tried to scoot away, but the spring-loaded mount kept the vibrator firmly against her. 

Angie stripped off her pants and shirt, folded them, and set them on a chair. She wasn't wearing underpants, so she stood before Lacey with only a bra, from which her dark nipples were peeking. Somehow, though, her nakedness just revealed the strength of her firmly muscled body, not the soft vulnerability Lacey felt when she was stripped. 

"You were begging to be allowed to come," Angie said. "Now I will let you come. You begged me to put that probe in your ass, too, and now you are stuck to the table. You should learn to be careful what you ask for." She shoved Lacey down until the slave was lying on her back on the table. This pressed Lacey's clit and her puffy cunt lips even harder against the head of the vibe, and stretched her belly taut.

Angie turned the vibrator on. The strong, irresistible vibrations immediately began building an orgasm in Lacey. She knew, though, that only the first couple of orgasms would feel pleasurable, and that Angie would drive her well past the point of pain as her sensitive clit swelled and burst into climax again and again. Desperately, Lacey tried to pull away from the buzzing instrument, grasping the top of the table and pulling, flailing her dangling legs in an attempt to get away. 

The probe in her ass anchored her firmly in place, though. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move more than a few inches because she simply could not stretch her ass around the bulb, and the other end of the probe was fastened to the table. 

Less than a minute after Angie had turned the vibrator on, Lacey was screaming and coming. The resulting spasms pulled the bulb of the probe deep into her ass again. The vibrator continued implacably against her clit. 

"I'm not turning it off. The only way you're going to get away from it is if I decide to deflate the probe enough for you to pull yourself loose," Angie said.

Lacey nodded, still breathing too hard to speak.

"And I'm not going to do that until you've well and truly earned it," Angie said. She set the controls for the vibrator and the anal probe on the table above Lacey's head. Then she climbed up and straddled Lacey's face. Lacey could feel the heat radiating from Angie's pussy on her lips and cheeks. Her clit throbbed under the pulsating rubber. It was starting to feel really good again. The smell of her mistress's pussy had Lacey squirming against the vibrator. 

"Suck me," Angie demanded, and lowered herself into Lacey's mouth. Lacey licked and sucked franticly, her pace picking up as her own orgasm grew. Angie's juices coated Lacey's chin and trickled down onto her throat. Lacey tried to stay focused on pleasing Angie, but her own pussy could not be ignored as she was hurled into another orgasm.

Luckily, Angie seemed to enjoy Lacey's screams against her pussy, rolling her hips into Lacey's head as the slave convulsed beneath her. 

This time, as they had both known would happen, Lacey's post-orgasmic pussy was too sensitive to enjoy the continued stimulus from the vibrator. Her crotch throbbed and buzzed with the intense, unbearable pressure of it. Lacey moaned, and sucked hard on Angie's clit. *If I can make her come, she might let me loose.* She slipped the hard little shaft in and out between her lips.

Angie sighed, then pulled back. "No rush, my eager little slutslave. Fuck my cunt with your tongue." She mashed her pussy back down onto Lacey. Lacey followed her directions, pushing her tongue up Angie's vagina until the base of her tongue ached, teasing the entrance with firm strokes, and screaming into her mistress's warm, slick tunnel as another orgasm, this one more pain than pleasure, ripped through her.

When the orgasm had left Lacey limp beneath her, Angie pushed her clit into the whimpering woman's mouth again. Lacey swirled her tongue over it as the vibrator pummeled her swollen tissues. The textured surface of her tongue swirled over the smooth head of Angie's clit, and she could feel Angie's thighs tightening against her cheeks. 

Angie was making small sounds of enjoyment and appreciation, even as Lacey's own crotch became a mass of pain and tension. But Angie was drawing it out, pulling away at the last second just when Lacey was about to send her over the edge, savoring her power and Lacey's suffering. Every time she did it, Lacey's anguish grew. Lacey's thighs and belly ached with tension. Her ass was sore from clamping down on the probe, and her clit felt abused to the point of bursting.

*Come, damn you,* Lacey thought. But she was the one who came, tears running down her temples into her hair. She felt as if her pussy were being beaten to a pulp. Angie rode her face as she wept.

Finally, finally, Lacey felt Angie's clit twitch between her tongue and her coronal palate. She seized the moment and sucked hard, pulling the orgasm out of Angie before her mistress could withdraw again. Angie shouted and ground herself hard into Lacey's mouth, fucking her face. 

Lacey didn't mind that her lips were being mashed into her teeth. All she could think of was the prospect of being allowed to pull away from the vibrator. Angie's climax lasted a long time, her cunt shuddering against Lacey's mouth. Eventually, she stilled, though. With a satisfied sigh, she moved back so she was straddling Lacey's waist instead. Her hips continued to rock slightly, rubbing her pussy on Lacey's smooth belly.

"That was much better than this morning," Angie said. "Maybe I'm just not punishing you often enough."

Lacey knew she should reply, but all she could get out was a hoarse groan. The vibrator buzzed on. 

"What was that?" Angie asked. "Was there something you wanted?" She picked up the control to the anal probe and ran her fingers lightly over the dials and buttons.

"Please," Lacey managed.

"Please what? Are you asking me to turn the vibrator up?"

"No!" Adrenaline lent strength to Lacey's voice. "Please, make the probe small again so I can pull away from the vibrator." 

Angie made her wait for a reply. Then, just when Lacey was sure she would be denied, she said "All right." She turned a dial.

Lacey felt the engorged pressure in her ass ease just a little. Immediately, she grabbed the sides of the table and began pulling. Angie got off of her and stood beside her, chuckling. "Usually you're so eager to come, I'm surprised to see you so keen to stop coming."

Lacey ignored her. Another orgasm was growing, and she wanted to be free before it crashed over her. Switching her grip to the edge of the table above her head, she pulled up with all her strength. She could feel her asshole stretching open around the ball of the probe, the pressure in her ass rivaling the discomfort in her pussy. 

She couldn't pull all the way free, though. Doubling up her legs, she got her heels onto the table under her buttocks and added all the strength left in her orgasm-weakened leg muscles to the effort. She was sweating with effort, and little pangs of pain shot through her ass.

Angie was laughing out loud now. It was still too big, and she had known it. "I guess you're such a slut you want to stay hooked up to that vibrator forever," she said.

Lacey glared at her. Her arms and legs started to shake, and she had to let go of her strained position, sinking back onto the toy that tethered her to the base of the table. As she did so, the vibrator pushed right up along the underside of her clit, and she bit her lip bloody as her back arched in another excruciating orgasm. 

The intense sensation encompassed her entire world for a long two minutes. When she finally became aware of her surroundings again, she began a nonstop stream of babbled pleas. "Make it smaller, please! I'm going to come my guts out. My pussy is going to fall off. Oh, god, I'm so sorry about the coffee; I'll never spill it again. Please, I can't stand to come again. Mistress, I'll do anything you want. Please, my clit and pussy will be ruined if you make me come anymore. I'll be a good little cuntslave. I'll eat you out every day even better than I just did. I'm yours, mistress, I'm your slut! Your slut, I'm your sloppy little lesbian fucktoy. Please! Your slutty slut. Slut, slut...."

The toy in her ass deflated incrementally. Lacey grabbed the top edge of the table and pulled with the strength of desperation. "Thank you, mistress!" The rounded bulb dilated her ass uncomfortably, but she was beyond caring. For a heart-stopping moment, she feared that Angie was just toying with her again, that she had not shrunk the probe to a diameter Lacey's asshole could handle. 

Then the bulb passed through the tightest point of her anus, and the probe shot out with an audible pop. Her asshole gaped relieved and empty. Lacey pulled herself away from the terrible vibrations and collapsed, unable to move any farther. *Thank god that's over.* She lay panting, as the throb of her heartbeat in her ears gradually slowed. 

The sharp smell of ginger made her open her eyes. Angie was standing over her with the bulbous, rippling dildo full of burning juice. "I lied," Angie announced. "You didn't really have a choice of which item I rape your ass with. I just thought it was fun to see how far you'd go if you thought you had a choice. I was always going to use them both."

Lacey was too exhausted to do more than mewl and stir weakly as the first fat segment of the dildo burned its way into her ass.



The Lust Boat Ch. 19



Chapter 19 Mistress Angie sells Lacey's panties for fun and profit

The black panties dangled so close to Lacey's face that she had trouble focusing her eyes on them. She looked up at Angie in confusion.

"Put them on," Angie ordered.

Lacey hesitated. She had been brought to the soundstage naked, and been required to sit completely exposed as Debbie checked audio and light levels and set up the cameras. She hadn't been allowed to wear panties at all since she'd been kidnapped. She wondered if it might be some kind of trick. Am I supposed to protest that I don't deserve to be allowed to cover myself?

"Now," Angie said, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Lacey snatched the underwear and pulled it on. The cotton bikini briefs felt almost foreign against the sensitive skin of her groin. 

"We've come up with another way for you to earn your keep," Angie said. "We're giving our viewers the option of buying your panties."

Selling my used panties? The thought made Lacey cringe. That's so dirty. "Eeew, no," she said.

Angie reacted immediately to Lacey's unguarded words, pushing Lacey facedown on the couch and pinning her with her body. Angie's muscular thigh pushed between Lacey's legs from behind to nudge her through the crotch of the underwear. Lacey squirmed under her weight.

Angie leaned forward so that her lips brushed warm against Lacey's ear. "The customers can watch while we do whatever they want to customize the panties for them. Your opinion is irrelevant; the customer is always right."

Lacey bucked against Angie's hold again, but this only served to rock her crotch against Angie's thigh. It felt disturbingly good. 

"So eager, little slut?" Angie asked. She reached underneath Lacey to pinch and roll her nipples roughly. Lacey's pussy was aching and swelling under the pressure. "You're getting turned on by the idea of me selling your nasty panties to strangers, aren't you?" 

Lacey shook her head, cheeks hot as they rubbed against the upholstery.

"No? Then it must be the thought of all our subscribers watching while I play with you again. Is that it, fucktoy?"

Lacey opened her mouth to protest, but Angie chose that moment to squeeze both her nipples hard. More wetness spurted against the cotton crotch of the panties, and Lacey's objection transformed into a groan.

"Get her up where we can see more of her in the shot," Debbie said.

Angie sat up, and Debbie helped her pull Lacey into a seated position on Angie's lap,with her back to Angie. Debbie smacked Lacey's thigh. "Spread those legs, slut. It's not your face they're paying to see."

Lacey opened her legs, so that they fell on either side of Angie's. She felt naked despite the panties. On the monitor that showed the camera shot, she could see herself lewdly displayed. There was a patch of darker black over her crotch where she had soaked through the panties. She looked away.

Angie grabbed her chin and guided her gaze back. "It's too late to be shy now." Her eyes met Lacey's through the screen. Deliberately, Angie pulled up on the front of the panties, drawing them tight against Lacey's aching pussy. Lacey made a soft, high sound as the fabric wedged itself deep between the puffy lips of her pussy. Her clit pulsed against the confining folds. 

Angie kept her grip on the front of the panties and slid her other hand between their bodies to grab the waistband at the back. She drew the panties backward and forward. Creamy white fluid coated the crotch of the panties, letting it slip easily over the swollen tissues. Lacey's hips twitched every time the seam bumped her clit. She fought to breathe evenly. 

"This subscriber has paid for a customized show before,you know," Angie said. "When we sold the right for subscribers to pick an object and which hole they wanted it to go in. Do you remember how that big curling iron felt in your ass, fucktoy? I think you put it in yourself, didn't you? So naughty."

Of course Lacey remembered. Angie had shocked her vulva until the slave had begged to be allowed to fuck her ass with the curling iron. The fat, blunt barrel had been pleasurable after it warmed to her body, but she would never forget the degradation of being raped with object after object the various watching perverts had requested. She had feared her mistress would never tire of that game. How long will she want to play this one?

Angie pinched the vulnerable skin of Lacey's inner thigh, in the same place where Debbie had just slapped her. "I asked you a question."

"Ow! Yes, mistress, I remember." She could feel a bruise starting on her thigh.

"Thank Lady Elise for it. Tell her how much you enjoyed taking that curling iron in your dirty hole."

Lacey blushed. "Thank you, Lady Elise."

"For?" Angie prompted, like a parent compelling a toddler to politeness.

"Thank you for choosing the curling iron for my ass. It was smooth and thick, and it felt good inside when my mistress made me come on it," Lacey blurted, spilling out more words than she'd intended.

"Good girl," Angie kissed Lacey's cheek and resumed slowly sawing the drenched cotton back and forth through Lacey's slit and asscrack. Lacey trembled.

The praise made Lacey feel warm inside despite herself. She couldn't keep her hips still. The wet friction was irresistible. Her breathing quickened in time to the strokes. "Oh," she said. "Oh, god." Her clit felt huge in the enfolding fabric.

"What, do you want to come?" Angie pretended surprise.

"Yesss..." The need in Lacey's crotch seemed to be controlling her mouth.

Angie laughed. "You're so greedy. I allowed you an orgasm just yesterday." 

Lacey whimpered. "Please, Mistress."

Angie shook her head. Her hair tickled Lacey's bare shoulders. "I'm just milking the slut juices out of you to get these panties ready for Lady Elise. She'd have to pay extra if you come in them. That wasn't included in the price we negotiated."

Lacey gasped when Angie poked two fingers into her cunt through the fabric. The panties blocked her passage about an inch in. Angie removed her fingers and pulled again on the waistband until the panties were dragged back out of Lacey's cunt. The fabric resumed slipping over Lacey's pussy and anus. 

"Please," Lacey begged unsteadily.

"I'm not the one to ask. You'll have to ask Lady Elise. If she's willing to pay a 50 dollar surcharge to watch a slut come in her panties, she can message Debbie.

Lacey looked directly into the camera to address the woman who had purchased this humiliation. "Lady Elise, please. I need it so bad. Wouldn't it turn you on to see me come all over these panties? You could think of it every time you touch them..."

Lacey glanced over at Debbie to see if she had gotten a message. Debbie shook her head. Lacey resumed pleading with her unseen tormentor. She cupped her breasts and offered them to the lens. "Wouldn't you like to make me come? You could make me scream your name and smear my pussy all over these panties. Please, have mercy."

Lacey was no longer embarrassed; she was focused entirely on convincing Lady Elise to relieve the pressure. There was no way the panties could get any wetter. Angie's continued tugging on them was merely a pretext to tease Lacey further.

Debbie caught Angie's eye and nodded. 

"Lucky slut," Angie said. "It seems Lady Elise does think it would be hot to see you come."

Lacey's lips parted in relief. "Thank you." She was hoping Angie would reach inside the panties and touch her clit directly, maybe allow her to ride her fingers and rock against her palm. But Angie didn't seem to want to grant Lacey that intimacy. She just ran the panties back and forth faster and harder until the woman in her lap began to shudder helplessly in climax.

"Say her name," Angie hissed.

Lacey was just aware enough to understand before the pleasure pushed all thought from her. "Lady Elise," she cried. She arched in Angie's arms, thrusting her breasts up. The orgasm started sharp and clenched her cunt hard in on itself. The spasms of pleasure passed off abruptly, and Lacey sighed to feel it end so soon. 

She lay back loosely in Angie's strong embrace. She only stirred when Debbie pushed her legs together to pull the abused panties off of her. Debbie sealed the underwear in a bag. She used another pair of panties to wipe the remaining moisture flowing from Lacey's cunt. She bagged that pair, too.

Angie's hand dropped to pat between Lacey's legs. "Damn, the slut's still all sloppy. Clean her off, would you? We want to offer fresh slut juice to each customer."

Lacey closed her eyes briefly. Oh, no, how many customers have they promised panties to? Her eyes popped open when Debbie rubbed a cold, wet cloth over her overheated privates.

"Right, who's next?" Angie asked. Lacey didn't want to know what was coming, but she had to.

Debbie consulted a tablet. "He says to call him Ryan. He requested this thong." She showed the tablet to Angie, out of Lacey's line of sight.

Angie held the hot pink thong out in front of Lacey. "Get up, bend over with your back to the camera, and put it on."

Lacey obeyed. There was no way to do it without displaying her asshole and pussy to the camera. The thong barely covered the front of her crotch. The string insinuating itself between her ass cheeks took the place of the panties Angie had so recently stuffed there. She turned back around to face the camera, figuring Angie would want her in the same position as before. 

Debbie caught her arm and turned her back around. "Go lie across your mistress's knees. No, you dumb cunt, with your ass to her right hand."

Angie was seated on the edge of couch, and Lacey gingerly draped herself over Angie's thighs. Her breasts dangled beneath her. Debbie tied Lacey's blonde hair so it wouldn't obscure her face. 

The couch was low enough that Lacey was on her hands and knees on the industrial carpet and Angie's knees only dug into Lacey's belly a little. Angie plucked the back of the thong with a fingertip and let it snap back. Lacey flinched. 

"And what is it Ryan has requested?" Angie traced her fingers lightly over Lacey's buttocks, raising goosebumps. Lacey was dreading the answer she knew was coming. 

Debbie glanced at her tablet. "He wants you to spank her until her butt is as pink as the thong."

"What a fun idea! Don't you think so, pet?"

"Yes," Lacey mumbled. No, she thought.

Without further warning, Angie brought her hand down hard on Lacey's ass. The sharp report was startling even before Lacey had time to register the spreading pain. Lacey's heart raced. 

The next whack was less surprising, but even more painful, in the corresponding spot on the other cheek. Angie took her time, carefully aiming her blows and allowing Lacey time to anticipate the next strike as the blood rushed to the last one. Lacey's breasts swayed with each blow.

Lacey did her best not to show any reaction even though tears prickled her eyes and nose. She feared another kind of moisture was welling up between her legs, and she hated her body for it. Angie, of course, knew from experience that being spanked aroused her slave. She slid two fingers under the thong and then displayed the glistening wetness to Debbie and the camera. 

"The perverted little slut knows she deserves to be punished," Angie said. "That's why she likes it so much."

Lacey started to protest.

"Shut up," Angie said, smacking her harder than ever. When she had covered Lacey's entire butt and upper thighs with reddening handprints, she started over with the areas she'd already spanked. The pain redoubled. Lacey yelped and squirmed with every blow. Her pussy felt every bit as swollen and aching as her butt.

"If you don't stop being such a baby, I'll have Debbie bring me a paddle." Angie didn't even pause in her rhythm. Lacey forced herself to lie still. She turned her head and stifled her cries by biting down on her upper arm. The skin of her ass was burning. She was sure it must be beet red by now. But Angie kept going.

A pause. Is she done? Lacey wondered. But Angie had only stopped to grab Lacey by the hair and pull her head away from her arm. 

"I'm the only one who's allowed to leave bite marks on my property," Angie said. She thrust two fingers into Lacey's mouth. "Don't bite down," she warned. Then she started laying another set of handprints over Lacey's ass.

The fingers in her mouth, pressing on her tongue, were oddly soothing. Lacey sucked at them to distract herself from the pain. Angie paused again. "Do you think that's pink enough?" she asked Debbie, so casual they might have been discussing color swatches. 

"Hmm," Debbie said. "I'll ask the customer." She tapped at the tablet. Lacey held her breath.

"Not yet," Debbie said.

Lacey groaned around Angie's fingers. Both women ignored her. 

"My hand is getting a little sore," Angie said. "Do you want to take a turn, or should I switch hands?"

"I'd love to smack that ass for a while," Debbie said. She sat down next to Angie and turned sideways so she could use her right hand. She began spanking Lacey's sore buttocks so fast it felt like the flesh was still rippling from the last impact when the next blow fell. Lacey's ass was on fire, and she couldn't do anything but drool around Angie's fingers and endure.

The expected blow didn't come. "What do you think?" Debbie asked. 

"Almost. But you missed a spot," Angie said. She hit Lacey three times in the exact same place. Lacey sobbed.

"As if you didn't enjoy every bit of that," Angie said as she took her fingers out of Lacey's mouth. There was no denying that Lacey had flooded the point of the triangle where the thong covered her cunt. The juices had overflowed to slick her upper thighs.

Angie peeled the thong off of Lacey and handed it to Debbie to bag. Debbie hauled Lacey off Angie's lap. She pushed Lacey down to sit on the couch. Lacey cried out as her ass hit the cushion. 

"Show everyone your pussy so they can see how much you liked being spanked," Angie said.

Reluctantly, Lacey spread her legs. The air was cold on her damp, inflamed flesh.

"Open it."

Lacey knew what Angie meant. She spread her pussy lips to display her stiff clit and the opening of her vagina. She stared at a point on the far wall and wished she were invisible. Debbie sopped up juices with another pair of underwear and wiped Lacey off again with a wet cloth.

"If she keeps getting this wet, you're going to have lots of extra panties to sell," Debbie told Angie. 

Angie must have been pleased with Lacey, because she gave her a couple of ibuprofen and a bottle of water to take them with. Lacey sucked at the water greedily. Between her tears and her weeping cunt, she had lost a lot of fluid. 

Debbie was consulting her tablet again. "This one will give your hand a break," she said, showing the screen to Angie. 

Angie nodded. "But I don't feel like putting myself in that position. What about you?"

"No, thanks," said Debbie. "Let's get one of my slaves."

"Send for one with a nice ass. Claire's got a lovely one, almost heart-shaped when you bend her over."

While Debbie called for Claire to come to the soundstage, Angie got out the next pair of panties Lacey was to wear. Lacey barely caught them when Angie threw them at her. The cream-colored panties floated through the air like down, and when she touched them she realized that they were made of fine, sheer silk. She put them on without further prompting. The silk was smoothly soothing against her freshly-spanked ass and swollen vulva.

"Sit down on the edge of the couch," Angie said.

Lacey sat down in the same spot where Angie had been seated a few minutes earlier. Debbie came back in, prodding a nervous and naked blonde slave in front of her. "This is Claire," she said to Lacey. "You've met." 

Lacey nodded, though she wasn't really sure that being fucked doggie style by a woman who was getting her own ass paddled counted as "meeting" her. There hadn't been much in the way of getting acquainted, just a strong orgasm that had collapsed Lacey underneath Claire.

Debbie came around behind the couch. She captured Lacey's wrists and pinned them against the back of the couch. Lacey was forced to lean back awkwardly, pushing her hips forward.

"Kneel in front of her," Angie told Claire. Claire knelt, her face still and blank. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sat back on her heels.

"Spread your legs, Lacey. It's your natural state anyway," Angie said. 

Lacey did. Anticipating what was coming, she bit her lower lip. A new spurt of liquid slid between her labia. How long had it been since she had felt a woman's mouth warm on center? Certainly not since she'd been compelled to serve as Angie's plaything. It was not an act her mistress enjoyed, although she certainly loved to require Lacey to do it.

"Use your mouth on her," Angie said. 

As Claire leaned forward, Lacey could see in the monitor that Angie had been right about that beautiful rounded ass. A pink sliver of pussy was visible at the top of Claire's pale thighs. Then the growing need in her own pussy distracted Lacey from further consideration of the picture the two of them presented to the camera and the avid viewers.

Claire started to pull the crotch of the panties to one side. "No," Angie said. "He wants to see you lick her through the panties."

Obedient, Claire wrapped her arms around Lacey's thighs and lowered her mouth to Lacey's silk-covered pussy. Lacey's back arched. The thin fabric was already soaked through and transparent near her cunt entrance; Claire's mouth quickly transformed the rest of the panties' crotch into a wet, clinging film. 

Claire pushed her tongue into the hollow of Lacey's cunt and licked up towards her clit. She pressed the silk into the channels along either side of Lacey's clit, running her tongue between Lacey's vulva and clit. When she sucked Lacey's clit directly, Lacey twisted in Debbie's grip with a deep groan.

It felt so good. But the panties were a barrier between her and the full slick texture of Claire's mouth, and they were an unwanted reminder of the pervert who had paid for all of this. Was he stroking his cock right now at the sight of one blonde slave orally pleasuring another, imagining how the panties would smell when he took them from their bag? How many others were watching?

It didn't matter. All that mattered was the incredible swirling of Claire's tongue, and the hated panties that were coming between them. "Please," Lacey said, raising her head to meet Angie's eyes. "Please, I need to feel her mouth without the panties. They're already all wet for him. Can't I take them off?"

Angie shook her head. "Sorry, he's paying to see you with the panties on." She didn't sound sorry. She sounded amused.

Lacey dropped her head back on the couch. Claire's tongue flicked faster, and Lacey pumped her hips into her face without really meaning to. "Oh, God." Her thighs trembled.

Claire slowed down, moving her tongue away from Lacey's eager clit to caress her labia and circle her cunt opening. Lacey's head thrashed back and forth between her pinned wrists in frustration. "Mistress, please, may I come? Please, tell her to make me come. I really need to come in her mouth. Wouldn't he like to see that?"

Angie looked at Debbie. "The subscriber said he doesn't care either way," Debbie said. 

"Then I think we should leave it up to Claire," Angie said. "We'll let her decide if she wants my slut coming in her mouth."

Debbie agreed. 

"Oh, Claire," Lacey moaned. "Please, I know you know what it feels like to need it so bad it hurts."

Claire pulled her mouth away and sat back on her heels. She wiped her glistening mouth and chin. 

"Please," Lacey said again, lifting her hips towards Claire. "I'd do it for you."




The Lust Boat Ch. 19



"That's because you're a dyke," Claire said. "You like eating pussy. I don't." She stood up, leaving Lacey throbbing and needy.

Lacey swallowed a sob. Debbie kept holding her down as Angie took off the panties. They peeled away from her wet flesh, audibly sticky. Angie wiped her off, careful to avoid releasing the orgasm that pooled in Lacey's belly like a quivering, overfilled bowl of water.

Debbie sat Claire down on the sofa next to Lacey and fingered Claire to a quick, sharp orgasm. Claire's throat was pale and smooth as her head fell back. "Yeah," Debbie smirked. "Everyone can see how much you don't enjoy any of this." Claire wouldn't meet Lacey's eyes, but Lacey could see in the monitor a look of self-loathing that was familiar from her own face.

Debbie sent her slave back to her quarters to clean herself up. She consulted the tablet again. Then she got out a box full of separately bagged panties. Each bag had a label with a subscriber's user name.

Also in the box was a plug-in vibrator, the powerful kind with the fist-sized rubber head. Lacey swallowed.

"I know you would have preferred to come in the other slut's mouth," Angie said. "But this should provide fun for you." She ran a hand over the bags and added, "Lots and lots of fun."

"How many are there?" Lacey had to know. 

"Oh, only about eight," Debbie said. "All in a day's work for an insatiable slut like you." 

Lacey's pussy was already slippery again. She wanted to come so badly right now, eight seemed do-able.

"I expect we might get some more orders; there are a lot of people watching the feed," Debbie said. Lacey pressed her thighs together and whimpered. 

Debbie handed her the first pair of underwear. "The subscriber's name is Jessica. Make sure you say her name when you come." 

Lacey put on the panties while Debbie plugged the vibrator into an extension cord. It buzzed like the power tool it was. 

Angie pushed the vibrator directly onto the fabric covering Lacey's pussy. Twenty seconds later, Lacey was coming hard enough to see sparks at the edges of her vision. "Ahhh! Jessica!" Her clit twitched against the rubber. 

As soon as she stopped convulsing, Angie took the vibrator away. Lacey's cunt was still pulsing with aftershocks as Angie stripped off the panties and wiped her.

"Thank your mistress and the customer," Debbie directed.

Lacey looked at the floor. Her body had wanted that orgasm, but she hated being forced to thank her rapists. "Thank you for the orgasm, Mistress Angie. Thank you, Jessica."

"Next," Angie held out her hand, and Debbie gave her the next pair of panties. 

"You'll be screaming Mistress Catherine's name this time," Debbie told Lacey as she put on the panties.

It took almost two minutes of insistent vibrations for the pressure to build into another orgasm. Lacey screamed the subscriber's name and kept screaming as her empty cunt grasped hungrily in on itself over and over. *God, I wish she'd put something inside me. It feels so much better to come with a full cunt,* she thought as her body allowed her to relax. 

Coming into the third pair of panties was still pleasurable, though less spectacularly so. They were black, and Lacey saw the white creamy fluid she'd left on them as Angie removed them. 

Lacey called out the wrong name when she came in the fourth pair of panties. She didn't even notice she saw Angie's expression after her cunt stopped gulping. "We're going to do that one over until you get it right," Angie said. "What kind of a raging slut can't even remember the name of the person who's making her come?"

Lacey's shame was soon displaced by the overwhelming vibrations. She writhed, but Angie held the head of the vibrator relentlessly against her. Only the slight cushioning of the panties made it bearable. And she was coming again, and it felt so good to grind against the vibrator, and she just barely remembered in time to scream the correct name from her increasingly rough throat.

By the time Angie was applying the vibrator to the fifth pair of panties, it was somewhat painful against Lacey's sensitive tissues. But the arousal built anyway, and Lacey found herself humping it despite the discomfort. She moaned, her voice breaking, with every roll of her hips. "Please," she said, and no one, not even her, knew whether she was begging for Angie to stop or to give her more. "Ple- Oh!" The orgasm bloomed hot, and she hoarsely screamed the name of the person who'd had this done to her, as tears started down her cheeks.

The sixth pair of panties was pure torture. All Lacey could do was croak weakly as the vibrator jackhammered at her, demanding a response from her abused flesh. It'll make me come eventually. It always does, she told herself. But it seemed to be taking forever. Her cunt muscles were aching and exhausted, her vulva and clit swollen and tender. There it was, though. After far too long, a warm wave of pleasure. She rasped out the name, hardly able to muster more than a whisper after all the screams that had been forced from her throat.

Lacey lay limp as Angie removed the panties. She was too tired to do more than lie there and dread how much more might be required of her violated body. 

"I'm afraid we might not be offering full value for the subscribers' money if we continue," Angie said. "She's not going to be able to react as nicely, and she's lost her voice."

Lacey held her breath waiting to hear Debbie's response.

"We've gotten almost a dozen new requests," Debbie said neutrally.

A shudder passed over Lacey's sweat-cooled skin. Oh, god.

"Let's adjourn til tomorrow, then. We can space them out over a couple of webcast sessions," Angie decided.

I shouldn't feel so relieved, Lacey told herself. She's going to do this to me again tomorrow, and the next day, until they run out of requests to see me forced to cream in my panties. But she was just so glad they weren't going to do it again right away, she couldn't help it. When Angie scooped her up like a child to carry her back to her quarters, Lacey put grateful arms around her neck.