POOP DECK PARTY GIRLS by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as the story describes. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: POOP DECK PARTY GIRLS

Published: 10.06.2024

Story Codes: Scat, WS, Snuff

Synopsis: An exclusive sorority at the University of South Florida had a particularly novel way to initiate its new members, by taking them on an afternoon cruise on a sloop owned by the father of one of the members, who now served as president of the sorority.

She was the third of his daughters to be in that sorority over a period of a decade. The members forced them to strip naked and then humiliate themselves on the poop deck of the sloop. The crew were fully complicit, and celebrated the bizarre action and behavior of the young ladies by openly masturbating and ejaculating as things grew more and more wild.

To teach the others they must totally comply with the group’s activities, no matter how repugnant, one of the girls must be killed, with all taking part. In this case, why waste one young cunt when you can waste two? It was an initiation to long remember, and all of them did.

Poop Deck Party Girls

Beki was not sure she wanted to join a Sorority, but her superior instincts told her it was advisable, since at 15, having skipped grades eight and eleven, she was two years younger than any of the other girls in first year college. Beki was a high achiever, and in order to breeze through school she had missed a social life and the normal things about growing up.

Although she was stunningly attractive, she had not developed the social graces or even rudimentary coping skills in getting along with non-exceptional girls. She believed joining a Sorority was the answer. Sororities were filled with the pampered daughters of wealthy and powerful families.

Beki had a full scholarship that did not put her in their class, but she guessed if she mixed with rich girls she would do much better in life. This was a critical part of her strategy to get along in life. She was going to learn to get along with other girls and be popular if it killed her.

Jan, another girl who had graduated at fifteen, was Beki’s assigned roommate in the dormitory building, and although she was an exceptional student, she also had a way of making friends easily, attracting boys, and getting what she wanted without having to try too hard. For her it came naturally, and Beki hoped she would learn from her new friend.

Jan had lots of curly blonde hair, a gorgeous face, and was so voluptuous she had curves in places most girls didn’t have places. Jan was a knockout, and the two attractive young women made a complimentary pair of the youngest girls to rush the three most coveted sororities.

Because of their exceptional good looks, both were in demand, and they got to choose the Sorority they preferred, the highly respected Epsilon Delta Phi, with its prestigious membership and opulent Sorority house. The pledge night party turned out to be a pajama sleepover.

The opulent Sorority house was filled with large air mattresses, extravagant quilts, comforters and down pillows for the event. None of the girls slept; the night was far too important. They drank shooters with beer chasers then moved to apricot and cherry liquors. They were all the right age to like very sweet alcohol drinks.

They talked, laughed, giggled and engaged in pillow fights. Before the night was over the Ider down pillows were emptied and the large living room looked as if it had snowed inside. Tops had all opened or come off, with large bouncing breasts on full display. By sunrise the girls were all firm friends.

That weekend they held a fuckerama, a regular event where they invited the boys from a nearby fraternity to join them for a wild night of unbridled sex. Novices from both the fraternity and the sorority were invited to attend. As usual, they began with heavy drinking, and then the clothing came off.

These highly sexual events had progressed over the years from straight fucking to more recently being 69 events, at which the sex was mostly oral. Mouth to sex organ contact was the style, with cock sucking and cunt mouthing the standard. All of the young participants quickly became expert.

On this particular night, the fraternity was conducting a hazing, and the girls were told they were not to suck penises, but instead to take the boys’ testicles into their mouths. This was a practice the sorority girls had perfected, so that by chewing their scrotums, they were able to stimulate the boys to the point of ejaculation.

They would begin by nibbling with their tongues and teeth, to cause a bit of discomfort, which for some reason caused the boys’ penises to stiffen with excitement. Beki was told the boy she was servicing was an applicant, as she was, and he was to receive the full treatment.

She was startled when it was explained to her he was going to get his balls bitten hard, by her. Then Jan was given a similar assignment, and they both took their instructions seriously. Neither had ever thought of her jaws as nutcrackers, but that was the use they were to be put to tonight.

Chewing gently on the boys’ scrotums, as the lads were doing to their inner sex meat, they waited for a signal from the president, and then both suddenly clamped their teeth down hard on the nuts in their mouths, and produced remarkable screams of pain.

They did it right, and the damage they did was permanent. With one bite, the boys were rendered sterile, with testicles that no longer performed as they were designed to do. As they were bitten, the startled boys produced their last great jetting gobs of semen.

Neither girl had even heard of castration before, but they had effectively performed one each. Most of the initiates were so stimulated by the sucking of their testicles that they produced cum in volume, spurting it into the air and onto the party room’s floor. They were required to lick up the mess they had just made, which was distasteful but necessary.

A week later was initiation night at the sorority, and the dozen new pledges were told this was the night when they were required to prove their worthiness by total obedience. It was necessary to demonstrate their daring and commitment to the more senior members, obeying their every wish. Refusal meant banishment.

Each Sorority had its own initiation rites, and they were assured the rites of the Epsilon Delta Phi Sorority required daring and resolve, but with no personal risk. It would never do to have a girl injured or harmed in any way when she was such a valued asset to the Sorority.

The new girls’ initiation was held aboard a sloop, the private property of the father of the sorority’s president. He had a special crew, men who understood and were turned on by the kind of events he regularly held on his ship, who knew enough to not get personally involved, beyond invitation.

For the past ten years the owner of the yacht, had provided the vessel for their initiation ceremony. his youngest daughter was now a senior, and president of the group. The girls were all in a party mood when they boarded the sloop in a group that arrived all at once, aboard a bus they chartered for the purpose.

They had begun with a Champaigne Party at their sorority house, and they had all imbibed at least three glasses before departing for their voyage. As the sloop moved away from the dock and set sail, the girls’ tops came off, many of them being thrown overboard. They would not be needed tonight.

Beki and Jan were particularly well endowed, and their large breasts were tanned from spending time at Bare Ass Beach, their favorite nudist hang-out. Because of the privacy on the sloop, both had worn micro-miniskirts and spike heeled shoes, but no panties.

Their intentions were clear; the very short skirts did little to hide their genitalia. They knew from the uninhibited parties they had already attended that their sorority sisters were all cunt girls, loving the sight, smell and distinctive taste of another girl’s vagina. They had demonstrated extensive cunt eating was their favorite intimate sport.

Both Jill and Beki had been persuaded by boyfriends to visit a piercing artist. Beki had a ring pierced through the base of her clitoral hood, which caused her clit to be stimulated and stand up with every movement. Jan had been more daring than Beki, and wore a row of ten gold rings in both labia. She called them her penis scratchers.

Their sorority sisters were envious. Only one other girl had a cunt ring, and it was a single small ring through the edge of one of her inner cuntlips. She had got it placed on a dare, and the small brass ring paled in comparison to the bright gold vagina decorations that were now somewhat discretely displayed by the two novices.

As soon as the sloop had cleared the harbor and picked up a good breeze, the sorority president got everyone assembled on the broad poop deck and instructed all of the novice girls to get naked, to throw their remaining garments into the sea, but she allowed them to wear the sexy spike heels they had been required to wear.

Their final instructions in preparation to come had been to find the highest heeled, sexiest shoes they could, and they had all done very well. On all such sailings, the crew were permitted to have their pants open, with their erections on display. Their cocks were all now fully erect and rigidly pulsing at the sight of the pretty young nudes in their sexy heels.

Now the six novices stood surrounded by the other girls, all of them topless, and the president instructed all of the sorority members to stand back, giving the novices plenty of room for what they were about to be required to do. The young women, none of them over eighteen, giggled nervously at their unusual predicament.

“Most of you have never been on a sloop before,” she said, but it’s important to know that in the early days these boats did not have toilets.

The sailors would bare their butts and lean forward, their asses hanging off the back of the boat to take a shit in the water, giving the stern its colorful name, poop deck!”

The girls giggles were now quite a bit more nervous, as they realized what might be asked of them. The knew for certain that whatever it was, it would not be just a request, but a command as part of their initiation, something they could not refuse to do. Their minds were going in the right direction.

“Squat, you silly cunts!” the sorority president commanded.

Without hesitation, all six girls squatted in their spike heels and nothing else. Jan’s pierced cuntlips dipped so low that the rings tapped on the deck. All of the ship crew’s penises were now at full attention, pointing to the sky.

“Now I’m sure you realize what you must do. Like the sailors of old, I need you to all take a shit, but not over the side, but on the poop deck!”

The girls gasped, but they knew this was a part of their initiation, and all of the nervously giggling girls arched their backs and promptly began to strain.

As they did, several of the male crew took hold of their rigid pricks and began to pump them, masturbating at the sight of the nudes getting ready to make a solid stinking deposit on the poop deck. Two of the squealing young distraught naked young girls now also began to piss onto the deck.

Immediately one of the sorority members, who nobody had noticed was holding a riding crop, quickly and powerfully struck at the bare breasts of the pair of pissers with her whip, bringing horrified screams from all of the novices. Yvonne was very good with the crop.

Large red angry looking welts immediately rose across the top of the mammaries where they had been struck. The naked flesh of young women was particularly vulnerable to swelling when struck with the tightly woven leather of a riding crop, and these girls were no different.

“Your instructions were to shit, not piss!” the group’s president shouted at them, “That comes later!”

Four of the crew began to ejaculate bursts of semen into the air in celebration of the naughty behavior and exciting bitch-punishment they were witnessing. Sorority girls were always the best to have aboard, for obvious reasons.

Half a dozen of the crewmen were invited to stand before a squatting girl and insert his erection into her mouth. They eagerly came forward and did as thy had been instructed. With no further encouragement, each of them thrust his rigid penises deep into the throats of the naked kneeling teen novice in front of him.

“Shit, you cunts!” the president shouted, and. to inspire them to obey,

Yvonne moved behind them and lashed her crop up at their exposed cunts. This was not the treatment they were expecting in their initiation ceremony, and harsh screams accompanied each blow to a girl’s bare pussy.

“Spanking of your sex meat with the tightly braided leather of the riding crop, to make it swell out beautifully and swell up like a hornet had stung you there is a great way to get prompt obedience,” the president observed, and sure enough, all six of the face-fucked girls began to shit onto the poop deck.

“Olay, boys,” she continued, “Now I need you to ejaculate inside them, and shoot great gobs of your creamy cum straight down into their tummies!”

Without hesitation, the men grabbed the ears of the head they were fucking, and began pumping their cocks with vigor in the throats of the shitting girls. It was quickly obvious they were successful. The girls were beginning to choak on the rapidly pumping fat pricks fully occupying their throats.

Their success was soon abundantly clear. “You can pull out now!” she said, and six cum-spurting cocks emerged from the throats of the naked shitting novices. To the girls, who had all produced a pile of their solid offal.

“Now you may piss on your poop logs!” she said.

Fearing the return of the riding crop to their cunt meat, the girls willingly complied. The seamen, highly stimulated by the sight, began pumping vigorously on their flesh shafts, and they produced a great deal more spurting cum that splashed onto the faces and tits of the kneeling girls.

“Into their mouths again, boys, we don’t want to waste too much of your precious creamy fluid!”

The men promptly complied, shooting cum again down the throats of the highly agitated bitches, most of them still producing shit and piss onto the deck. This was a true poop deck party!

Again, the sailors pulled their rigid ejaculating penises out of the girls’ mouths, this time splashing the excess cum onto the faces of the distraught teens. These guys worked for the right owner, and got the benefit of from time to time participating in the outrageous parties his daughters staged on the vessel.

Now the stiff riding crop slashed up under their breasts, and as they were struck each of them stood up, their bare breasts and cunts stinging from the excessive abuse they had received. The sorority sister Yvonne, charged with wielding the short whip with vicious slashing blows to their tender meat, loved the role she played in the initiation.

“Look at the filthy stinking mess you’ve made on the deck,” the president said with a smirk.

To complete your initiation, we need you to clean it up with your bare hands. Get to work!” The girls blanched, but obediently squatted once more, this time to pick up their own warm offal.

“You might want to fling it into the ocean,” she said, “But don’t even think about it. It’s been several hours since you had breakfast, and I expect you’re all getting hungry. We need you to prove your worth. Put your warm stinking crap into your mouths, and give it a good chew.

“When it’s well chewed,” she continued, “I need you to swallow it, like the good girls we know you are. It should go down nice and easy, with the lubrication of sailor cum to help it on its way! More cum will greet it when it reaches your bellies, you worthless cunts!”

The naked teens squealed in disbelief, this time balking at the offensive command. Jill was the one to speak.

“Fuck you, you vicious cunt, this is absolutely outrageous!” she shouted, “You can’t make me eat shit, my own or anyone else’s, and you fucking won’t!”

The riding crop was ready, and it slashed her across the face with such force that blood spurted from her now broken nose. Without a pause, it slashed up between her legs, striking between the two rows of cuntlip rings, smashing her cuntmeat so hard it split her clitoris open and caused her uterus to vibrate painfully inside her.

Reluctantly she opened her mouth and put the end of the turd in her hand over her tongue, then closed her teeth on it, biting off an inch-long cube of her own shit. The riding crop stung her bare buttocks, and she began to chew. Beki was surprised her friend caved so quickly.

“Everyone start eating now,” the President said, “Let’s get eating that shit, we’ve got to get rid of your filthy stinking crap. I’m not going to help you, you’ve got to eat it all on your own. Do it, or Yvonne’s going to get to work on you again, and wear out that riding crop on your bare meat!”

Yvonne piped in, “We’re going to have to get these girls in the mood, so I’ll get Gracie to give me some help with this. She’s got a special bitch meat-splitting whip!”

The others obediently moved further back, enlarging the circle, and the gorgeous sorority sister Gracie stepped forward, with another riding crop in her hand. This one was special, and. the girls screamed when they saw it. Woven into the tight braid of the leather were small bits of razor wire.

“Jan needs that nice round bare ass of hers spanked,” she said to Gracie, “And you’ve got the weapon to do it! Let’s get the bitch leaking blood!”

Immediately Gracie swung her weapon at the bare buttocks facing her, and her weapon instantly drew blood. A second blow at a different angle caught the bouncing ass meat again, this one crossing the first, and also drawing blood. Hers was a weapon to reckon with.

She moved her attention to Jan’s bleeding face, this time crossing the open mouth at an angle, bringing forth more blood. Getting her tempo, she too now slashed it viciously at Jan’s cunt, and several gold rings bounced across the deck, freed from her dangling vagina lips by the sharp wire in the weave.

Jan quickly thrust the entire turd in her hand into her mouth and began chewing on it, hoping to end the vicious beating she was taking, but Gracie had both the range and the intent now, and cut slashes across her belly, breasts and inner thighs with a purpose.

Jan was in such a state of shock that she squatted and produced another major lump of steaming shit. Without hesitation, she picked it up and pushed the entire warm moist log into her mouth. Another of the sorority girls brought a hose, and turned it on Jan, soaking her and washing off the blood oozing from her several whip wounds.

“We have a pact,” announced the president, “And all of us being in compliance, we stick to it, producing with each initiation a stronger reason to bond together. You see, at each initiation, one of the novice girls gets herself killed, and Jan has stepped forward to serve that purpose.”

“Fucking shit,” Beki interrupted, “You can’t just fucking kill one of us and get away with it!”

“Well,” the president explained, “We won’t exactly kill her, we’ll let the barracuda do that for us!”

Jan’s blood that had been washed off her was now in the sea, and was attracting several of the highly aggressive flesh-eating fish, that now swarmed around the boat in eager anticipation of a meal.

Another of the girls opened a locker on the deck, and brought out a strange looking hook. It was a foot long, with triple three-inch barbs.

“This is what we call the cunt-hook, which my dad specially designed for insertion into a lady’s cunt. We’ll load her up and let you see how it works for yourself. My Dad, the sloop’s owner, designed them, and they’re absolutely amazing! When he has a party aboard his boat, he brings a teen prostitute along. He gets her naked, inserts one of these cunt-hooks into her, attaches the hook to a fish line and throws her into the water. She has no choice, but feeds herself to the barracuda!”

Two girls grabbed Jan and bent her back, so that with her thighs spread for balance in her spike heels, her vagina was presented. The girl with the device pushed the curve of the hooks against the opening in her vestibule, but because it was too small, she instead stuck her slender hand into Jan’s cunt to enlarge it.

She drove her fist deep into the organ, rapidly punching the dimple of Jan’s cervix, so that she was pounding on Jan’s uterus. The delightful sex organ was forced to open, and now the girl withdrew her fist, and had no difficulty in inserting the devious hook device into the place for which it was designed.

With a sudden jerk on the shaft, the hooks dug into the walls of Jan’s fuck shaft, sinking in deep. She was, in every respect, now fully hooked. She screamed, sending out a spray of her bits of her shit from her mouth, a disgusting thing for a girl wanting to join a sorority to do.

Beki was getting more and more upset with the way they were treating her friend.

“You can’t do this to her! You’re nothing but fucking murderers!”

It didn’t occur to Beki that in the current circumstances that they could just as easily kill two birds as one, it would make no difference.

Unfortunately for her, the sorority’s president realized there was nothing to stop them from doing a double feeding, and that was precisely what occurred. There were a pair of deep-sea fishing poles attached to the sides of the deck, and lines from them were attached to the loops on the steel shafts emerging from both girls’ cunts.

With a ceremonial kick in. the ass, the two nudes in heels were sent off the stern, dragged through the water by the savage cunt-hooks anchored in their vaginas, behind the moving sloop. They both splashed into the water, screaming as they went under. Within seconds they were both back at the surface, still screaming.

Both girls were leaking blood from the cuts made with the wire whip, and although thin, it was spreading, luring in close the hungry barracuda. Because of their constant kicking, their shoes were quickly lost. They struggled to move toward each other, but it was a meaningless attempt.

Any effort to self-direct themselves was easily thwarted by the constant forward movement of the sloop, pulling them through the water by their solidly anchored cunt-hooks. As the big barracuda moved in, their jaws agape, the male crew members resumed their excited masturbation. This was what they referred to as cock-jerking action.

They were again enjoying a scene they had witnessed often, and that they never tired of viewing. Some of the barracuda bit off flailing limbs, others grabbed in their jaws and jerked off fat mammaries, while others ripped open Jan’s and Beki’s bare bellies, revealing the succulent viscera and organs stored inside. These were quickly pulled out and devoured.

Both of the naked young girls remained conscious for several minutes, experiencing the destructive devastation of their youthful bodies. In a short time both girl’s carcasses were emptied, and when their hearts were jerked out of them, both finally expired.

Sailors reeled in the lines, retrieving the hooks for future use. They used sharp knives to slice off the bits of cuntmeat still caught on the hooks, rinsed them off, and put them back into the deck lockers, to be use another day in the cunts of other young ladies who would feed a swarm of barracuda.

The young naked girls on deck vomited, the sorority girls cheered, and the crewmen shot great gobs of their semen onto the deck and into the water, willingly fucking their fists. Four of the sailors moved behind the four naked novices and thrust their stiff shafts up their assholes, a familiar fuck for a sailor.

It had been a thorough initiation, as all of the young ladies aboard were complicit in the murder of the two, and as such were now full-fledged members of the exclusive sorority. The president completed the initiation by slapping each of the bare cunts of the novices, the standard way of welcoming them into the sorority.

THE END