He stepped closer and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair and as he pulled painfully he chuckled and asked, "Damn bitch! Don't you ever trim this shit?..."I just stood there crying. What else could I do?Kevin took a knife out of his pocket and ordered Lori to finish removing my blouse and my bra. When they were gone he took a few more pictures and then he handed the camera back to Lori and said, "I'm going to punish her now. I wish I had brought my movie camera."Lori volunteered, "We have one. Do. Her arms reached through the upper bars far enough so she could bend her elbows, allowing her lower arms to bend to either side. He cuffed them to the top of the overhead vertical bars as they swept upward, holding her arms tightly drawn over her head, totally exposing her sides, sides of her breasts, and her armpits! She could not bring them down at all! Straps were applied to hold her elbows tight against the bars as well, so her motion was even more restricted. He gently pushed her head. This year the crew consisted of Aaron who was the only one that could operate the boat properly, my mother, my sister and mom's younger sister and my aunt Angelina and last but not least my self.Now being a recently turned eighteen year old I was at my sexual peak and a three week boat ride living with my family wasn't exactly a smooth journey. I usually masturbated at least three to four times a day if not more and since privacy was something that was pretty much nonexistent on this ship I was. The tattoo lady, sitting at my knees, put her hands on my thighs and rubbed- felt them massaging around my scrotum with an absent look as we talked. They wanted to know all about me, where I came from and why I was a breeding livestock like an animal and not a human. I told them a lot, wondered why they needed to know. I told them it was a very long story, like my penis now erect with the tattoo lady’s focus, quite magical and actually hard to believe. I told them some of the weird parts like.