My screams soon turned to moans. God, I was enjoying it. What sort of slut did that make me? But I just spread my legs wider. I looked across at mum w...ho was sitting opposite with this knowing smile on her face. I felt my orgasm building. “Oh shit I am cumming” I groaned and squealed with pleasure as it washed over me. “Nice isn’t it?” mum said and I just nodded.“Why not go the whole way honey?” mum said as I drifted down from my peak. “I couldn’t mum” I muttered but as I said it I got onto my. The spittle dropped from his pursed lips onto her face as he continued to rut only the whites of his eyes visible. Suddenly his thoughts filled her head as the creature began transmitting them with perverse delight"Oh, ugh fuck soo tight oh the little hot slut uuggghh, oh god fuck her faster, faster make me come, fuck it ahhh, oohh. She's pinned real good oohh yeah take it you little bitch yeahhh argghhh!" Other thoughts danced around; slap his cock in her face, twist her nipples and let her. Stretching lazily in response to thought, or scent, or sight or sound, the Beast awakens to touch or dream, or song or verse and, as in morning slumbers, for no apparent reason. When fully awake, it is a sentinel standing rigidly to attention, bold and proud and full of majestic splendour. Increasing several fold in length and girth, the Beast becomes a powerful piston of pleasure, a lascivious ligature of lust and love. A much worshipped idol of myth and legend, a demigod of extinct. Rats scurried around in the dark, looking for scraps of food and, on occasion, crawling across the sleeping men. Sudden screams and flailing arms dumped passengers to the deck when they thought the scavengers were attacking them.The quartermaster organized working teams, dividing the young men by hammock numbers and whether they slept high or low, and manned the chain pumps steadily. A five-man crew changed at both bow and stern with each turning of the half-hour glass. There was, in fact, no.