to her, but studied that beautiful, cum-soaked face for a long moment. Then he discarded her with a flick of his hand.
“Have her cleaned up,” he said, rubbing the stickiness on his thumb and fingers. “Get them dressed for supper.”
With that he turned his back on the two prisoners and strode out of the room, leaving them to the tender mercies of his grinning henchmen.
Chapter Seven
“Goddamn, wouldja lookat this. This here cunt is sure one helluva mess,” Dewayne tsked, shaking his head sadly. Lifting her under the arms, he hauled Mallory’s limp body back to the chair, and plunked the bedraggled girl down in it. He stood studying the splayed-out nude, as if contemplating the job before them.
“You wanna clean her up, Merc? The big man shook his head. “Nah, I don’t blame you. I don’t wanna do it either. Still, the Captain says it’s gotta be done. So I suppose someone’ll have to do it.”
He turned to look at Kip, with the grinning expression of a cat that had swallowed the canary. The girl’s eyes widened. As she realized what he was about to do, she cowered back in her chair, just as his hand shot out to grab her by the mop of hair and haul her to her feet.
“Nooo,” the naked girl squealed, as he dragged her stumbling towards her cum-besotted partner.
He ignored her shrieking protests; Kip found herself unceremoniously plunked down right across the seated woman’s lap. She struggled to get up, but the hand that held her kept her planted firmly in place, her hurting bottom squirming on Mallory’s bare thighs.
The young woman had no choice. She was forced to do it, ordered to submit to the disgusting task of licking the male spendings off her partner’s face under the watchful eyes of the laughing crewmen.
When she naturally refused to comply with the outrageously obscene order, Dewayne, who still held her by the hair, gave a vicious twist of his fist bringing tears to her eyes. Kip screeched, and this time, when the fistful of hair relaxed, she hesitantly obeyed, bringing her lips to Mallory’s cum-soaked features.
They watched the girl’s tongue peek out, the tentative tip extended to experimentally touch the glistening face. Impatient, Dewayne rudely shoved her face forward, forcing her lips into contact with the sticky cheek.
“Come on, Ms. 10, DO IT!”
Kip, with a deep breath, clenched her eyes in a grimace of distaste, and took a tentative lick, before doing the revolting job of lapping the drying steaks of cum from her partner’s cheeks and chin, running her tongue along the side of Mallory’s nose and face. Her nostrils flared, and she wet her lips, as she tasted the residue of male spendings, the bland, slightly starchy smell of creamy spunk. And as the man still held her by the hair, guiding her head, she was forced to lick over the closed eyelids, and across the smooth high brow. Mallory could do nothing but submit to the unspeakable indignation of it all, sitting there with closed eyes, burning with profound humiliation, wishing only that this dreadful, mortifying ordeal might soon come to an end.
Only when Dewayne was well satisfied that Kip had licked very drop of dribbling sperm from Mallory’s face, did he ease the pressure on her head.
“Hey, that’s a pretty good job good, except that you ain’t finished. Looks like somebody got those tits of hers all wet ‘n gooey.”
“What if we made Miss Sticky Tits cover them up; put her bra on right now?” Merc contributed.
His partner seemed to think that over. “Nah,” he concluded after a moment, “the Captain says she has be cleaned up, and that’s what we gotta do. He wants 9 all nice and squeaky clean.”
Dewayne’s hand cradled the back of Kip head, firmly guiding her down Mallory’s bare shoulders and upper chest, and beyond, rolling her face in the soft, cum-smeared chest, urging her on.
“Go on. You still ain’t finished, cunt.”
The two men
“Have her cleaned up,” he said, rubbing the stickiness on his thumb and fingers. “Get them dressed for supper.”
With that he turned his back on the two prisoners and strode out of the room, leaving them to the tender mercies of his grinning henchmen.
Chapter Seven
“Goddamn, wouldja lookat this. This here cunt is sure one helluva mess,” Dewayne tsked, shaking his head sadly. Lifting her under the arms, he hauled Mallory’s limp body back to the chair, and plunked the bedraggled girl down in it. He stood studying the splayed-out nude, as if contemplating the job before them.
“You wanna clean her up, Merc? The big man shook his head. “Nah, I don’t blame you. I don’t wanna do it either. Still, the Captain says it’s gotta be done. So I suppose someone’ll have to do it.”
He turned to look at Kip, with the grinning expression of a cat that had swallowed the canary. The girl’s eyes widened. As she realized what he was about to do, she cowered back in her chair, just as his hand shot out to grab her by the mop of hair and haul her to her feet.
“Nooo,” the naked girl squealed, as he dragged her stumbling towards her cum-besotted partner.
He ignored her shrieking protests; Kip found herself unceremoniously plunked down right across the seated woman’s lap. She struggled to get up, but the hand that held her kept her planted firmly in place, her hurting bottom squirming on Mallory’s bare thighs.
The young woman had no choice. She was forced to do it, ordered to submit to the disgusting task of licking the male spendings off her partner’s face under the watchful eyes of the laughing crewmen.
When she naturally refused to comply with the outrageously obscene order, Dewayne, who still held her by the hair, gave a vicious twist of his fist bringing tears to her eyes. Kip screeched, and this time, when the fistful of hair relaxed, she hesitantly obeyed, bringing her lips to Mallory’s cum-soaked features.
They watched the girl’s tongue peek out, the tentative tip extended to experimentally touch the glistening face. Impatient, Dewayne rudely shoved her face forward, forcing her lips into contact with the sticky cheek.
“Come on, Ms. 10, DO IT!”
Kip, with a deep breath, clenched her eyes in a grimace of distaste, and took a tentative lick, before doing the revolting job of lapping the drying steaks of cum from her partner’s cheeks and chin, running her tongue along the side of Mallory’s nose and face. Her nostrils flared, and she wet her lips, as she tasted the residue of male spendings, the bland, slightly starchy smell of creamy spunk. And as the man still held her by the hair, guiding her head, she was forced to lick over the closed eyelids, and across the smooth high brow. Mallory could do nothing but submit to the unspeakable indignation of it all, sitting there with closed eyes, burning with profound humiliation, wishing only that this dreadful, mortifying ordeal might soon come to an end.
Only when Dewayne was well satisfied that Kip had licked very drop of dribbling sperm from Mallory’s face, did he ease the pressure on her head.
“Hey, that’s a pretty good job good, except that you ain’t finished. Looks like somebody got those tits of hers all wet ‘n gooey.”
“What if we made Miss Sticky Tits cover them up; put her bra on right now?” Merc contributed.
His partner seemed to think that over. “Nah,” he concluded after a moment, “the Captain says she has be cleaned up, and that’s what we gotta do. He wants 9 all nice and squeaky clean.”
Dewayne’s hand cradled the back of Kip head, firmly guiding her down Mallory’s bare shoulders and upper chest, and beyond, rolling her face in the soft, cum-smeared chest, urging her on.
“Go on. You still ain’t finished, cunt.”
The two men
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