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watched in glee, laughing and joking, as Kip dutifully completed her humiliating task, licking Mallory’s gently mounded titties.
‘How like a kitten’s soft pink tongue licking your palm’ - the thought flitted through Mallory’s mind. Though the older woman had resolved to hold herself still as she was made to suffer this added indignity, the tantalizing tickle of the girl’s small agile tongue, lapping her glistening breasts, brought an unsuppressed wiggle of excitement. The closely watching men saw the telltale ripple course its way through Mallory’s narrow shoulders.
“Hey, I think this one’s getting turned on! Geezus, just look at ‘em nipples!”
Mallory clenched her eyes shut, determined to hold herself steady as the tickling tongue worked its way lower, completing its cleaning job by lapping up the last dribbles of cum that had trailed down to her belly.
The raunchy men were clearly enjoying the spectacle, snickering at how the girls were having such a good time at it, making crude jokes about sticky fingers and lesbian love.
“Maybe we can get a little girly action goin’ on here? Merc wondered aloud, with that characteristic smirk that Mallory hated.
“Nah, ain’t got time! He wants ‘em ready for dinner. Maybe later.”
***
Mallory felt a wave of relief when she realized that the prisoners would be given some time to shower and clean themselves up. But her gratitude was short-lived when they found the two women were required to wash up together, sharing the same narrow shower stall. Much worse, the glass door of the shower was to be left open — while Dewayne seated himself on a bench a few feet away! Privacy would be denied to them as they were forced to wash under their captor’s merry eyes. When Mallory protested his presence in the bathroom, he politely explained he was only following orders — someone had to keep an eye on the naked prisoners, lest they try to escape, he added with a grin.
Unlike Mallory, who had no choice but to swallow her indignation one more time, Kip shrugged at the thought that the grinning bastard wanted to watch while she took a shower. By now, she was getting used to being naked under the eyes of these guys. And running around buck-naked had never bothered her very much anyway; she kind of liked it. But Kip’s problem was, that for some time now, she had been feeling the call of nature, and as she was led into the bathroom, she felt the twinge between her legs as the tickling urgency grew stronger than ever. Finally, she had to say something to Dewayne, who merely shrugged and pointed to the toilet. So the tousle-haired girl was forced to squat on the toilet and relieve herself while the other two watched. Mallory, seeing this added humiliation resolved to hold it in and bide her time, if at all possible, even though she was feeling similar stirrings.
Mallory threw back her wet rope of hair, luxuriating in the warm spray, that rained down on her upturned face, the pulsating water washing away the hated male residue of all the indignities she had been forced to suffer in the last few hours since getting aboard. She vowed her revenge, and silently cursed herself for being so stupid as to walk right into a trap. It was sheer stupidity on her part; stupid pride. She had been so eager to prove a point that she let her need to show men she was just as good as they were, overriding her good sense and bureau training. These thoughts went through her mind as she shampooed her hair, and then soaped up every inch of her long, leggy body, her eyes avoiding the leering bastard who sat only a few feet away, who shouted out helpful advice on how to wash thoroughly, and greatly enjoyed himself.
Chapter Eight
With all the dignity she could muster, the stately brunette drew a deep breath, and took her first steps into the ship’s mess. The captive’s pride would not be broken, even though she now wore the narrow
‘How like a kitten’s soft pink tongue licking your palm’ - the thought flitted through Mallory’s mind. Though the older woman had resolved to hold herself still as she was made to suffer this added indignity, the tantalizing tickle of the girl’s small agile tongue, lapping her glistening breasts, brought an unsuppressed wiggle of excitement. The closely watching men saw the telltale ripple course its way through Mallory’s narrow shoulders.
“Hey, I think this one’s getting turned on! Geezus, just look at ‘em nipples!”
Mallory clenched her eyes shut, determined to hold herself steady as the tickling tongue worked its way lower, completing its cleaning job by lapping up the last dribbles of cum that had trailed down to her belly.
The raunchy men were clearly enjoying the spectacle, snickering at how the girls were having such a good time at it, making crude jokes about sticky fingers and lesbian love.
“Maybe we can get a little girly action goin’ on here? Merc wondered aloud, with that characteristic smirk that Mallory hated.
“Nah, ain’t got time! He wants ‘em ready for dinner. Maybe later.”
***
Mallory felt a wave of relief when she realized that the prisoners would be given some time to shower and clean themselves up. But her gratitude was short-lived when they found the two women were required to wash up together, sharing the same narrow shower stall. Much worse, the glass door of the shower was to be left open — while Dewayne seated himself on a bench a few feet away! Privacy would be denied to them as they were forced to wash under their captor’s merry eyes. When Mallory protested his presence in the bathroom, he politely explained he was only following orders — someone had to keep an eye on the naked prisoners, lest they try to escape, he added with a grin.
Unlike Mallory, who had no choice but to swallow her indignation one more time, Kip shrugged at the thought that the grinning bastard wanted to watch while she took a shower. By now, she was getting used to being naked under the eyes of these guys. And running around buck-naked had never bothered her very much anyway; she kind of liked it. But Kip’s problem was, that for some time now, she had been feeling the call of nature, and as she was led into the bathroom, she felt the twinge between her legs as the tickling urgency grew stronger than ever. Finally, she had to say something to Dewayne, who merely shrugged and pointed to the toilet. So the tousle-haired girl was forced to squat on the toilet and relieve herself while the other two watched. Mallory, seeing this added humiliation resolved to hold it in and bide her time, if at all possible, even though she was feeling similar stirrings.
Mallory threw back her wet rope of hair, luxuriating in the warm spray, that rained down on her upturned face, the pulsating water washing away the hated male residue of all the indignities she had been forced to suffer in the last few hours since getting aboard. She vowed her revenge, and silently cursed herself for being so stupid as to walk right into a trap. It was sheer stupidity on her part; stupid pride. She had been so eager to prove a point that she let her need to show men she was just as good as they were, overriding her good sense and bureau training. These thoughts went through her mind as she shampooed her hair, and then soaped up every inch of her long, leggy body, her eyes avoiding the leering bastard who sat only a few feet away, who shouted out helpful advice on how to wash thoroughly, and greatly enjoyed himself.
Chapter Eight
With all the dignity she could muster, the stately brunette drew a deep breath, and took her first steps into the ship’s mess. The captive’s pride would not be broken, even though she now wore the narrow
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