Chapter 3 - Bitches In Bondage
Tiffany's stepmother laughed delightedly as she looked through the
binoculars at Joy and Tiffany sitting naked and blindfolded in the prow of the
long speedboat as it zoomed towards the big yacht, crying hard with each bounce
of the boat.
"They don't look like happy little bitches, do they?"
Her brother, beside her in the wheelhouse of the big vessel, chuckled.
"I don't think that they're going to get any happier!"
Ursula adopted a tone of mock sympathy.
"Tiffany's father is going to be so upset that his only heir has been lost
at sea. It's not my fault. I told her not to go!"
Helmut smirked.
"Knowing how she feels about having a stepmother that's only two years older
than she is, that probably guaranteed that she would go! How's it going with
your new rich hubby?"
Naughty Ursula grinned lewdly.
"I've persuaded him that his heart medicine was getting in the way of his
sex life. He's stopped taking it. I've got him doing poppers when we fuck. He
gets a bigger bang that way. Unfortunately, poppers are really bad for your
heart. Losing your only daughter is really bad for your heart, too, but it won't
keep the old horndog out of bed long. He thinks fucking me will keep him young,
like my youth will rub off onto his dick or something! He's going to die in the
saddle any moment. It should be a real kick feeling him twitch between my legs
in his death spasms!"
Helmut rested his hand on his sister's shoulder as Tiffany and Joy climbed
the ladder onto the deck of the yacht. An experienced pirate, he and his gang
made a career out of hijacking yachts and sending their owners to Davy Jones
Locker after entertaining themselves at the expense of their female victims.
Helmut and Ursula watched in delight as the blond and the redhead were
forced to their knees and the choke ropes wrapped around their throats. The crew
eagerly lined up as the two blindfolded piccolo players were pressed once more
into oral service for a suck-a-thon. Ursula purred warmly.
"I think young Joy has quite a talent on the skin-flute. I like the way
she's trimmed that red muff! On the other hand, I love the expression of utter
revulsion on Tiffany's haughty, snotty face when she swallows!"
After the blindfolded bare bum beauties had demonstrated their talents as
mouth whores, their other orifices were explored by the eager crew. Ursula
purred warmly as she watched the naked young lovelies being team creamed on the
deck.
"Judging by her look of distaste, I don't think that darling Tiffany likes
being corn-holed either! Joy, on the other hand, is a natural born flat-backer.
Look how nicely she points her toes as she spreads her legs. She's trying quite
hard to please. I bet she's even making little moaning noises - a sweet little
fuckstress. Our Yakuza friends will be pleased!"
