When I woke up, the room was moving from side to side, and I groggily tried to remember where I was. Oh right, held captive by the Symbionese. Ugh. With my sister Lani and my neighbor Manami. Both were, mercifully, still asleep, as well as being alive. The rapist soldier was nowhere to be seen. We were all alone.

The cabin's motion started to make me nauseous, though. I started to feel sick to my stomach. We were all naked, in a fluorescent-lit torture chamber that happened to have beds and the aforementioned table, and I scampered over to the lone toilet. There was no privacy. I was dripping sweat and feeling sick to my stomach. I started to heave. Green (or was it red?) goop flowed out of my mouth and mostly into the toilet. Unfortunately, some of it wound up on the seat and on the floor near the toilet. I grabbed some toilet paper (at least that "luxury" was provided) and wiped it up, throwing it into the sloshing toilet. I was still feeling dazed and sick, though, and I crawled a little bit until I passed out.

When I came to, Lani was awake and moaning, and then she saw her leg stump and started to cry. Pee was all over my thighs and in a puddle near my twat.

"Damn", I thought, "I must've peed when I blacked out. I need to clean up AGAIN. Ugh!"

Lani started elbowing her way to the toilet, and then she pushed herself up on her one good leg and started a three-limbed crawl to the toilet. Lani almost made it to the seat when a yellow stream of piss issued forth between her legs, spilling onto the floor nearby. Surprised, Lani let go of the seat and fell back onto the floor - right into her own pee. Lani screamed.

I was feeling a bit better by now, even though we were still at sea and the room was still moving around, so I got up and wobbled shakingly towards Lani. I grabbed more toilet paper to wipe us up.

However, a foul odor now issued from Lani's butt. Seems like she had now shat herself in the fall, and THAT needed to be wiped up as well. Dang.

"Come on, Lani, we should move away from the toilet", I gently urged her. We softly and slowly maneuvered away from the toilet.

Meanwhile, a bruised Manami woke up and groggily made her way over to the toilet, sitting down on it for a while. She appeared to be dry heaving, possibly from motion sickness. She eventually got up, walked somberly towards us, and sat down with us on the floor.

Then in came a couple of drunken Symbionese sailors. They looked large and threatening and muscular. "So that's the brown haired bimbos and the Japanese slut I've heard about?"

I glared at the sailors. They quickly took to talking in their own language, which sounded like gibberish, and then returned to ours. "Hey sexy, it's party time!"

Confused, I didn't know who they were addressing until I was grabbed around the waist. I gasped. The sailor, with beer on his breath, stuck fingers into my slimy cunt and started rubbing in a tingling manner. I couldn't help but respond in pleasured gasps, even though I knew the situation was horrible. He scraped his dirty fingers along my vaginal wall, and reached deep down to hit my G spot. It was a pleasurable hurt, and I sighed and moaned, turning this way and that. I wondered what was going on with Lani and Manami, but I couldn't really see that clearly, with my assailant getting into my view. It seemed that Lani was being let alone but a sailor was using Manami in much the same way that I was being used.

My back arched as my sexual feelings blossomed and I felt wet as an April rain. Sailor Beer-breath reached out with his grubby right hand and choked my neck, squeezing tightly. I gasped and fought for breath, and the world started sparkling. I increasingly felt light headed, as his long and bulging penis aimed straight at my dripping hole. He felt warm, he felt rough, and my mind was slipping. I came, wave after wave pulsing through my stomach. Then I blacked out again.

I came to on the floor, next to the table. I noticed with disgust the white cum decorating my twat and my upper legs. I saw black and blue marks on my legs and hip. My butt and waist ached, as did my belly and cunt. I felt pretty sore in general. "Erghh!"

Lani was sitting on the floor, talking with Manami, who was bruised but at least awake. They talked about our families, how they must be worried about us; about our burnt-out town, about where we might be going, about how to escape, about whether escape was possible. Nobody knew.

The room stopped moving as much. I guess the ocean must've gotten calmer.

"I think it's time we finished off the one-legged bitch", I heard from some direction I couldn't recognize. Then a soldier appeared, causing us to jump.

"Hey, you jerks!" I screamed. "That bitch is my sister! Hands off or you'll fucking get it!"

Oops. Big mistake.

The two soldiers (a second one having entered) walked over to me and seized me roughly, forced my arms over my head, handcuffed my arms, and hooked the handcuff to something on the ceiling. I was suddenly swinging from the ceiling, practically on tiptoe. Not fun.

Adding injury to insult, one of the soldiers took a paddle and whacked me a few times on the behind. Boy, did my butt hurt…. Ugh…

"Now watch, you slut. This is your sister going bye-bye hahaha. Your last chance to see her before her untimely demise hahaha. No chance to help her." He laughed sickingly and uproariously.

They called for a third soldier, who came into the room and turned my head so I was practically compelled to look at Lani.

As I watched, the first two soldiers grabbed Lani by her arms and dragged her over to the table, whereupon they put a couple of metal belts around her abdomen, attached to the table. They brutally yanked her right arm above her head, so brutally that she yelped. I think they might have dislocated her shoulder. One of them took a saw and started working away at her shoulder. Blood spurted out as I watched in horror - and soon Lani's right arm came off. They repeated this for Lani's left arm and then they started for her leg, her one remaining limb, and she was kicking and screaming, trying to avoid the fate of her last limb being cut off. All in vain.

The soldiers grabbed Lani's leg and secured it to the table, and they took a menacing electric saw and started cutting it through. I started crying, while Lani screamed again. Such horror! Such tears! And my shoulders were hurting from being hung by my wrists. So were my hands.

The last leg was severed. Lani was defenseless. Reduced to having stumps. Bleeding stumps at that; blood was trickling down her sides and pooling around her back. Saliva dripped out of her mouth. A soldier opened his pants and started to pound her, while the other one took out his wang and forced it into Lani's mouth.

I felt sick and sweaty and wanted to heave, but all I yielded was dry heaves. I watched at the writhing, heaving, gasping, choking spectacle that my sister had become, and I cried some more, for what happened to poor Lani.

At the end of this, the soldiers switched positions, so that the second soldier plunged his pecker into her slimy, white-cum streaked vagina and the first one did so to her similarly decorated mouth. Lani tried to bite this soldier's wang, but all she yielded was an "Ow!" from the soldier and a painful punch on her cheek. He rammed his dick so deeply into her that Lani gagged and retched. She squirmed.

At this point, the soldiers that had violated Lani started to play around with small knives, poking holes into Lani's soft belly here and bouncing boobs there. They nibbled her Jello nipples, marveled at her quivering breasts, as they slashed more bloody holes into them and her belly. The slashes got deeper and more bloody. They carved out slices of skin and tissue, and I saw the bones of some of Lani's ribs glistening through Lani's skin. It wasn't long before a soldier started pulling out a chunk of Lani's intestines.

I cried. Up to that point I was still harboring a faint glimmer of hope. But her guts? Guts were practically vital, right? At this point, I knew my poor sister was done for. She moaned in agony as more and more stabbing took place.

One soldier said, "This is taking too long", and he cut a large red line down Lani's shivering belly and then a couple of cross lines, opening it up. This revealed the masses of flesh marking Lani's internal organs, particularly her intestines. Those guts, which had already been compromised, were now brutally yanked out.

"Ah, now for the coup de grace!" One soldier cut Lani's pussy off, while another stabbed Lani in the chest. A fountain of blood erupted from between Lani's already wound-streaked breasts. Lani gave one last mighty heave and then she was still, pee dribbling down her legs and a faint whiff of poop as well.

A soldier took Lani's pussy and shoved it against my mouth, demanding that I eat it. "Eat or suffer the consequences!" he roared. Sniffling, with tears in my eyes, I refused until he hit me in the arm and in my side. Then I reluctantly opened my mouth.

It was a tough chew and somewhat bland. Hard to digest. I almost choked on a piece of Lani's private parts.

"Guess that makes you a cannibal slut, eh, bitch?" the soldier leered.

And then he unhandcuffed me and let me down. My arms and wrists were sore as hell. I cried myself to sleep.

At least Manami was still alive.