Mark started slowly swimming away from Chet toward the center of the compartment. Wondering back and forth but managing to head more toward the side hatch farthest from Chet than not.
“Ya stupid, swim out into the center and make it harder for anyone to find you when you drown.” Chet frowned. “I thought you were going to come suck my dick bitch. Hell, you swimming with those big boobs bobbing out of the water doing the back stroke exposing your damn pussy to me is making my dick hard for you. Since you promised me you would suck my dick, get your butt over here and do it bitch.” Chet demanded as he stroked himself.
“No! I know you would rather fuck your buddies up their butts than a real woman.” Dian sneered at him. “Tell you what, you fuck the fat one in the butt with that puny thing while Mark Fucks me with his monster and I bet I will have more fun than you will ever have in your pitiful life.” She turned over to keep from showing Chet anything more as she continued to swim using the side stroke next to Mark as they drifted farther away from Chet, now way past the center of the tank. Though the side shot made her boobs look even bigger.
Chet’s buddies started masturbating with their tongues hanging out as they stared at Dian still with her breast popping out of the water and her butt breaking the surface as she kicked.
“What the hell do you think you are doing bitch. Get over here and suck me off now.”
“Tell you what Chet. I have never sucked anyone off before. Why don’t you show me how using one of your buddies before they dump a load and contaminate the ship’s drinking water? I am sure it will take you sucking them both off before I can understand the finer points.”
Chet looked at his two buddies jerking off. Their hands going a mile a minute. “Godstar!” Turning around with his dick and balls still hanging out clutching himself he slapped them across the face. “Stop that damn it right now.” Hitting them again and again to make them stop but one was simply too far gone and as Chet hit him hard once again, he turned just in time to squirt hitting Chet in the face with the first powerful squirt and then the next down Chet’s front across his shirt and down onto Chet’s own pants and dick with each succeeding squirt as he let out a yell with tears running down his eyes. Still staring at Dian.
Chet started sputtering as thick cream colored drops started running down his face. “You moron what have you done you stupid jirk off.”
“You said we couldn’t fuck her so I did the next best thing boss. She is a looker boss.”
You stupid shits. Get this... This... This shit cleaned off of me now!”
They had brought Dian’s and Marks cloths down with them and the one that had just come grabbed her tee-shirt and started wiping Chet’s face off while the other took her shorts and started wiping his shirt off and working down.
The one with his dick still hanging out and throbbing hard, kneeled down and started wiping off Chet’s pants brushing Chet’s dick with his hand and stopped. Looking at it for a few seconds as Chet screamed at Dian. “I said suck my dick bitch!” The boy reached out and grabbed Chet’s dick and started jerking him off. Several seconds later he stuffed Chet’s Dick in his own mouth and went to town as he spread his own legs and started jerking himself off with his other hand as he stared at Dian.
Chet started to protest until his eyes rolled back into his head and a big smile crossed his face. The one that had already plastered Chet in the face kept him from falling as he stared down at the other guy speeding along. Chet started groaning.
Mark and Dian turned and started speed swimming toward the hatch and as Chet let out a cry as his body started jerking around, they disappeared through the hatch.
Mark jumped to his feet to one side as soon as he was out of sight and tried to shut the 8 foot wide hatch but could not even budge it on its rusted hinges. Giving that up he pulled Dian up and they started running across the tank though it was hard going having to high step their feet above the 2 foot deep water to get any speed with the slippery deck making staying on their feet difficult.
“Where are we going?” Dian said as she was starting to breathe hard. “Aren’t all these tanks alike?”
“I don’t know but then I have never seen the water this low in any of them. The main point is to put as much distance between us and Chet and his goons. Besides there is another set of ramps on the other side of the ship. We can get out there.” Mark said to Dian as he looked down at her bare naked boobs bouncing with every step. Dragging is eyes off of the wonderful sight he went back to looking around the hold with Mickey’s help trying to find something that would help them and then to Mickey. “How you coming with getting us help down here?”
“Sorry Mark but there seems to be a jammer down here preventing me from transmitting to anything outside the compartment up into the Farm.”
“What? Why would anyone have a jammer down here?”
Dian looked over at Mark. “What was that Mark? How could you jam the hatch when you could not even close it?”
“No. there seems to be something jamming phone signals down here so I can’t call for help.”
Dian’s face turned puzzled as she glanced down at Mark’s flapping genitals trying to find something there other than the obvious as they splashed along. “Ok just what do you mean call for help? On what?”
“Mark the upper catwalk hatch is opening, get down.”
Mark tripped Dian and dove into the water himself.
Dian came sputtering as she flailed up out of the water as Mark kept her from standing up again. “What the hell are you doing trying to drown me?” She demanded as she tried to get her breath.
Then a familiar voice bellowed down at them from the catwalk that ran along the upper inner side of the tank. “Just where the hell do you think you are going water snake. Think you are pretty slippery swimming off like that.”
“Naw just figured you and your girls could use some privacy. I have heard there is a video on the tube with a bunch of guys butt fucking each other in a circle all at the same time. I didn’t believe them when they said it was you and your girls but it must be true.”
“Why you officer pig. I will beat your brains out with my bare hands.” Said one of Chet’s goons.
“Well that explains why you brought the pipes, just going to use them as dildoes to fuck each other up your butts since I see your dicks are so small. Just how far can you shove them up each other’s assess anyway?”
“No! NO. You the. NO. They are to shove up your ass dick head after I bash your head in with it.”
“What? Well thank god you don’t want to use your own dicks I wouldn’t feel anything. But then you must be saving yourself for Chet. Wow. Chet must be one hell of a stud muffin if you want to butt fuck only him.” Mark started swimming toward the next compartment with Dian close beside. His breath already starting to get a little fast from running through the water and then wrestling Dian to keep her from getting up. “Give up Chet. We can swim longer than you can stand up there unless you want to come down here so I can drown you with my bare hands. I made your Daddy squeal and I would love to make you squeal as well. Only this time I won’t let you live after you admitted killing Mike.” Having to take several breaths as he talked and swam. The fact that he had not done much swimming in a while did not help as he started to tire.
“You think so stupid. You are already getting tired. You won’t last more than an hour. You think this is the first time my family has used this tank to get rid of the unwanted?” One of Chet’s buddies pulled out his dick and peed down into the water. The stream hitting the water echoing across the hold “Hey what? Stop...” Chet’s frown turned into a smiled. “Damn, I shouldn’t have drank all that beer earlier. “Pulling his dick out he peed down into the tank as well.”
Chet’s other little fiend had been looking a bit uncomfortable for a few minutes with Mark hoping that meant he was starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing. Suddenly pulled his pants down and dropped a couple of turds down into the water. Chet finished pe
eing and then turned around and did the same thing. Exposing his bare ass over the rail as he looked around watching Mark shaking his head and Dian start squealing, telling them how disgusting they were contaminating the ship’s water supply.
“That’s the way to go Chet. Gas us to death. I always knew you were full of shit, now I know for sure. You know that as small as your guys dicks are, you really didn’t need to make the room just so you could butt fuck each other.”
Chet turned red as he pulled up his pants and then his face lit up into a shit eating grin. “You know that is a great idea ass hole.” Chet grabbed one of his goons buy the collar. “You get your butt up to my family’s storage box in Tramptown and grab a couple of the red canisters in the red box. The box in the far left corner with the big X on the top. Oh and there is a long black tool box in the right corner with a false back that one of the keys will open and grab a couple of stun guns out of and hurry before I throw you down with them.” Giving him a set of keys.
“But boss I can’t swim. I would drown. You know that.”
“Yes I do, now move it.” Chet’s face turned sick as he realized that he would have to get rid of both of them as soon as they made it to space or better yet before. After what happened in the other tank moments before. One word from either of them and he would be the laughing stock of the ship and he realized that they were too stupid to keep their mouths shut about sucking him off and what he was about to do. Running over to the hatch the goon had disappeared through, he disappeared through the hatch as he started yelling at the retreating body. “Pick up the wood working filter masks by the wood working bench before you come back. There are only two of them there but that is plenty. Now hurry.”
As soon as Chet disappeared back through the hatch Dian and Mark Quickly swam to the next hatch and slipped through as the goon that was left watched without moving.
As soon as they were through the hatch Mark started running as he surveyed the tank and spotted a row of partitions sticking out about 20 feet from the outer hull of the tank about 8 feet apart. Most had deck grates running across the top of them about 4 feet off the water with what looked like the base of other partitions sticking a foot above the grates continuing the lower partitions. It looked like some of them were full of bags and some kind of equipment. Changing his course, Mark started toward the nearest set of mostly empty partitions with grates over the top. He was surprised to see them but then he had never seen the tanks this low before, the grates could not be much above 6 feet off the deck, whatever they were for. Dian followed behind much slower since her legs were not as long as Marks.
Mark quickly reached the partitions ducking under the closest one and turned around. “Hurry before they see you.”
Mark heard a loud clang as the lock on the catwalk hatch was thrown and the hatch started squeaking on its rusty hinges. “Dive under Dian.” Mark yelled as he backed up trying to hide around the side of the partition.
Dian took another step and dove up into an arch and smoothly entered the water to skim along the bottom as the small splash she left behind quickly dissipated. The splash waves blending in with the waves Mark had created rebounding from the bulkheads. Her naked skin blending into the light color of the slime covered deck as her body glided along. She was a good 50 feet away still when she dove in. Mark just hoped that she would stop before she broke the surface to breathe when she needed to. Hopefully Chet and his goon would not see her the few seconds she had her mouth above the surface.
Only she continued to skim along under the water as Chet started screaming for his remaining goon to look for them as he immediately started running across the catwalk toward the other side.
From the shadows at the back of the covered area, Mark peaked out just enough to see Chet running along the catwalk toward the other hatch as he told his remaining goon to go back into the other tank to make sure Mark and Dian did not double back while they were opening the catwalk hatch.
Mark was starting to worry about Dian before she finally slid up out of the water next to him. Mickey’s warning beforehand that she was there, the only thing keeping him from screaming when she touched his leg with hands that were more slim than skin.
Recovering, Mark started moving the long narrow plastic bags lining the back of the low compartment, slowly pushing them around to form a barrier about half way up the narrow compartment up between them and Chet’s sight. Keeping a close watch on the hatch the goon had disappeared back through and Chet running along the catwalk and then opening the hatch as he kept a close eye on the single deck level hatch that was open. Mark was surprised when he had to move weights tied to some of the bags laying below the water on the deck to move them but thankful that the weights kept them from moving once he had them in place.
Chet came back into the tank compartment yelling at his goon. Trying to find out if he had seen anything or not. When the guy came back into the tank and said no. Chet told him to stay put and keep his eyes open on the two hatches while he personally ran back and checked the other tank just in case the moron missed something.
Mark floated away from the raft of plastic bags covering them from sight and started looking around at the stall they were in and noticed that the lower back edge of the partitions did not go all the way to the hull. There was a gap about 3 feet high and two feet wide along the bottom edge where the partition met the hull. Drifting over to it and with Mickey’s help he could see that a drain channel ran along the edge where the deck met the outer hull. The notches in the partitions were to allow water to drain better between the little compartments. Mark looked through the notch and noticed something large taking up most of the space of the little 8 by 20 foot compartment. The top sticking out about a foot above the water and looked familiar.
Mark took a closer look at it and the shape under the water and realized that it was a damn air car. Moving closer he found the first shackle holding it to the deck. “Damn Dian, look at this. It’s an aircar. A damn Ferrari. Hell it must be worth 50 or 60 thousand Credits. Or at least it did at one time.”
“What Mark?” Dian slid into the compartment looking out past the aircar making sure they could not be seen. “Who and why would anyone leave an air car down here. In the bottom of a water tank.”
Mark looked at her a bit funny. “Ya why…?” Mark looked down into the water thinking, getting a puzzled look on his face for several seconds and then his face lit up. “Hell Dian. This used to be a damn Aircar deck. I bet probably long before it was sold to the family. Yes I remember all kinds of stories of people buying aircars on vacation and taking them home and even taking their personal aircars on vacations and this used to be a passenger liner transport. That explains the ramps and all the deck hatches plastered all over the bulkheads. There used to be five 6 foot high air car storage decks, just high enough to get most aircars into compartments like this.”
“But Mark, even if? Why would someone not have taken or moved an expensive car like this out before they turned it into a bulk tank?”
Chet started yelling from the catwalk having decided that Mark and Dian had to be someplace around the row of partitions across from him as he stood high up on the catwalk of the tank/ex-aircar hold. “I know you two are down there. It won’t do you any good to hide. I am still going to kill you. My offer still stands. I will spare Dian’s life if she comes and gives me a blow job. I will even shoot her up with a little cocktail my father uses recruiting his whores for the pleasure compartment. Believe me Dian, you will grow to love the work and I won’t have to worry about you telling anyone about me killing Mark. Hell you won’t even remember your parents except what I tell you to and that will be that you hate them and love me. How do you think my dad gets so many girls to work for him legally? They only remember what he wants them too after he takes them. Even telling the authorities they volunteered to work for my wonderful loving Dad. Though it takes a few months in the hole dad hides them in to finish the brain washing process. By the time he is done, they would
kill themselves for him let alone fuck the brains out of anyone he says.”
Mark started moving toward the open end of the compartment. “That little shit bag, I am going to kill him if I have to climb up that damn bulkhead with my bare hands.”
Dian grabbed Mark before he could expose himself. “No Mark.” Both Dian and Mickey said and then Dian continued. “He is only trying to prove to himself that we are here so he can make sure to kill us. As long as he is not sure, he will eventually decide we have gone out the other ramp and get tired and leave.”
“And what if he comes down here to kill you?”
“I have seen you in action Mark. Hell, it is all over the news. He is not going to get within ten feet of you. He is much too big a chicken shit love. We will just stay put and wait him out.”
Mark calmed down and smiled at Dian. “You aren’t mad at me anymore for kicking his butt?”
“Hey. By the looks of it right now he deserved it. Besides you really didn’t hurt him. Much. Not nearly enough.”
“If she does not come out I am going to kill you both.”
Mark frowned and shook his head. “He sent his goon out to get something. Whatever it is it must be something he thinks will kill us.” Mark moved around to the side of the aircar to the hatch that was still out of sight from Chet and tried the hatch. To his surprise it opened a crack. But then when he opened it, he could not get through the crack into the car as close as the partition was. “Dian see if you can get through this opening and find us something we can use for a weapon. I will keep an eye on that prick Chet.”
Mark moved out of her way as she drifted down the side of the car and squeezed through the partially open hatch. “Mark I can’t see anything in here but I can feel all kinds of long narrow things laying all over the seat.” She handed something out through the hatch for Mark to look at then went deeper into the car. “That felt like a club of some kind. Wait, I found something that feels like a cage. I am pushing it out of my way now.”
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