The next morning the two girls came to her cell accompanied by a man. Zoe was hardly awake before the man lifted her head by her perspiration soaked and tangled hair. Zoe looked sorrowfully at him and he gazed back at her, his expression a mixture of contempt and amusement at her condition.
She had been strapped face down across a bench for the whole night. The bench was made of slats of wood and she had been positioned so that her sex was exposed between two slats. A girl had then crawled under the bench and clipped a weight to her clitoris. They had then left her to struggle and to sleep fitfully as best she could.
The man nodded with satisfaction at her condition.
'Gag her.'
The girls obeyed the order. Zoe was too tired to resist. One girl held her head still while the other fed material into her mouth. Soon Zoe felt she was full but still the girl kept forcing more into her until she imagined she was going to choke and she shook her head in protest. A second strip of cloth was then drawn across her mouth between her teeth and pulled hard from behind her head. Zoe groaned, tears streaming down her cheeks, as the gag was knotted at her nape.
'Time for your enema, darling. You just lie there and relax.'
'Nnnnhh...'
The gag muffled her objection, which provoked a titter of amusement from the two young girls as they set to work on her bound and helpless body. Coconut oil was poured liberally by one girl between her buttocks, while the other worked it into her rectum. When the girls taunted her, showing her the thickness of the rubber hose they had, Zoe struggled but achieved nothing more than to exhaust herself and make her wrists and ankles ache.
'Get on with it,' the man growled. 'Stick it in her; lets see her squirm.'
The man moved to the head the of the bench and stood, his arms folded before him watching her, a leering grin on his sweaty, stubbled face as Zoe felt the rubber tube being inserted into her rectum. Her writhing, head shaking and swearing into the gag amused the man and to spare herself having to watch his enjoyment at her suffering, Zoe screwed her eyes shut.
After suffering the enema Zoe was too dazed and exhausted from her struggling to put up any more of a fight as she was unstrapped from the bench and turned onto her back. Humiliatingly she couldn't prevent her body from expelling the warm soapy water, but then the weight and clasp were removed from her clitoris and gazing down Zoe saw that her little erection of flesh had been stretched to nearly twice its natural length.
'An excellent result. Okay, get her secure, we've got more to do.'
This time as well as tightening straps to her wrist and anklecuffs a broad belt was strapped across her chest below her breasts and another just above. The tightness of the belts made it hard to breathe other than shallowly and Zoe felt a rising tide of panic as she remembered Delgardo having said something to Auda about making her nipples stay erect. She looked imploringly at the man as he stood over her, now holding a pair of tweezers.
'Just relax you dumb bitch, we're not going to do anything to hurt you. The boss just wants you looking your best, so those tits of yours are going to get some special treatment.'
Zoe felt one of the man's hands caress her breast, feeling its weight before slipping a belt around it which was then progressively tightened until her breast was held tightly and drawn up into a firm cone of flesh. A second belt was used to similar effect on her other breast.
'Okay, girls, get her nipples hard.'
From each side of the bench the two young girls bent over her strapped down body and their moist lips closed over her breasts, their tongues licking and coaxing her nipples until they were fully erect. Tweezers were then used to catch hold of one nipple and keep it taut while an all-but invisible thread was looped repeatedly around her nipple and drawn tight. The loose ends were then cut and the belt around the breast removed.
'Looks good. Let's do her other one.'
A short time later and Zoe, still gagged, her hands bound behind her back, was led to Delgardo's room. The man was stood under a shower as they entered.
'You're late! One of you go and make sure my breakfast is ready. Maria, you can stay. Has she been washed yet this morning?'
'No signor, but we have done everything else.'
'Well, that's something at least. Let's have a look at her.'
Delgardo stepped out from under the shower without bothering to switch the water off and crossed the room to where the girl and Zoe stood. Without any hesitation or preamble he caught hold of Zoe's right breast and lifted it so he could examine her. Instinctively Zoe flinched and immediately regretted it.
'Stand still slave!' the girl ordered, grabbing Zoe's hair with one hand and with her other slapping Zoe hard across her buttocks.
'You do as signor Delgardo tell you!' she scolded.
'Her nipples look good now. Good and hard. Just how the buyers like them. An eager looking body is always pleasing to the eye. And if you're not eager to get yourself fucked and whipped all the time, then we can make you look eager, can't we?'
Delgardo dug the fingers of one hand into Zoe's rump to stop her from shying from his exploration of her body as his other hand dug deep up into her sex.
'A very pretty little pussy. Just crying out again for another good shafting. Well my dear girl, you may as well get used to it. Untie her hands.'
A moment later and Zoe was nursing her sore wrists from where the rope had burnt her. Delgardo looked down at her wrists and anger flared in his eyes.
'Which idiot used rope on her! I said cuffs! I don't want her marked, damn it!'
'Signor Delgardo, sir, it was Alfonso, he used rope signor,' the servant girl stammered nervously.
'Did he? Right, I'll deal with him later.'
The man turned his attention back to Zoe. His cock was semi-flaccid and he stood dripping water close in front of her, smiling maliciously. Zoe knew what he was going to do and her heart was hammering.
'Go on, English girl, bend over and grasp your ankles. Maria, keep a good hold of her hair so she doesn't fall over,' the man ordered.
Reluctantly Zoe did as she was ordered.
'Come on, legs wider apart.'
A hand struck her stingingly on one buttock and then on the other. Zoe spread her legs wider, grasping her ankles as instructed. The man's hands settled over her arse and she felt his cock quickly find the opening of her sex and push inside her. Zoe grunted with pleasure as she felt the cock filling her.
'Feels good doesn't it?' the man laughed.
Of course, gagged she couldn't answer, which was perhaps as well, Zoe reflected. The truth was that it always felt good, even in circumstances like this.
'What a pleasant way to start the day. Tight little bitch aren't you... nice and tight and so wet!'
Zoe sighed through the gag as the man used her compliant body with increased urgency and energy. As soon as he came he withdrew his cock and stepped back. His body was shiny with perspiration and he stood recovering his breath as he watched her.
'I think I'd better have another shower. You can shower with me and wash me. Maria, wait by the door just in case she's dumb enough to try to make a run for it. Though somehow I don't think you're that stupid or that reluctant are you?'
After being made to share the shower with Delgardo and washing him and herself with soap, the man gave her shampoo and told her to wash her hair. She was then ordered to lie down on the bed and Maria proceeded to massage coconut oil over her, not missing an inch of her body. By the time she had been oiled from her toes up to her neck, she felt incredibly drowsy. She caught snatches of conversation in Spanish, which she could understand since it was her mother's native language. Delgardo was ordering the girl to watch her but to let her sleep. She was to be kept under watch in this room now until the slaves underwent final preparations for the auction. Zoe lifted her head as the door opened then closed. The man was gone and the girl had now settled herself down on the floor before the door to keep a guard over her. Well, there's nothing I can do. Even if I got past her, I haven't got a hope in hell of escaping from this place, thought Zoe. She turned onto her chest and drew one arm up around her head and closed her eyes.
A dozen men and a handful of women had gathered in the gallery that overlooked the auction hall where the slaves were to be displayed and sold. Delgardo stood talking with a smartly suited elderly man and a middle-aged woman, immaculate in a Chanel skirt and blazer, though her expensive cotton blouse already clung to her body from perspiration. Even with the skylight windows opened wide it was stifling hot. The large fans, slowly revolving, seemed to only stir up the hot air. Delgardo had served chilled champagne to each of his visitors but the fine vintage Bollinger, stolen from a luxury yacht sailing down the coast that his men had boarded, was warm before more than a few sips had been enjoyed.
In the arena below a young white girl was struggling between two of his men. The girl was naked except for a collar about her neck and rope around her wrists. Her dark hair was tied in two pigtails and a rope was bound to each, the other end of which the men held. The girl's hands were bound together behind her back with rope. The prospective buyers in the gallery looked down with a degree of curiosity or amusement each time the girl cried out.
She looked to be about twenty at the most. She was long legged and slim. The two men worked against her as a team. Each held a trailing whip in one hand and in the other one of the ropes, bound into the pigtails of her shiny dark hair. One man would pull the rope he held; the girl's head would be dragged towards him and she would grunt in discomfort and lurch towards him. The other man would then flick his whip so it snaked down across her back. Then as the girl cried out, the man who'd just whipped her would tighten his cord drawing her stumbling backwards. The other man would then strike her across her legs or chest with his whip.
As Delgardo's clients milled around, waiting for the late arrivals and their glasses of champagne were kept topped up by a serving maid, the girl in the arena was dragged backwards and forwards. Each time there was the crack of a whip she howled and another trailing red line marked her tender skin. By the time all the potential buyers had arrived and taken their seats, the girl's body was covered with whip marks, mostly across her buttocks and the backs of her thighs but there were plenty too across her firm young breasts, her taut stomach and her tethered arms.
At a signal from Delgardo, the men released her and the girl's true nature revealed itself. Without having to be ordered she knelt in front of each man in turn and serviced them eagerly with her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked at their engorged cocks, one hand stroking the shaft, the other one working frantically between her legs. As each man reached his climax and his come splashed hot and thick against the back of her throat, she gave contented groans. At a further signal the men dragged the girl from the arena and a silence descended over the gathered company.
'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Rouassa slave market. I am very appreciative of the efforts that you have made to get here. I am confident that once you see the quality of our slaves, you will feel that your journeys have been worthwhile.' Delgardo took a sip of champagne to clear his throat.
The floor of the hall was sand and it felt like he was having to breathe it in. He hated it here, but he was forced to admit that it was by far the safest place to run his business from. The corrupt government of Karunga practically supported and encouraged his enterprise, which in most civilised countries would have been condemned. He scanned the faces of his audience. Quite a few were regulars: Americans, French, German, Japanese: all wealthy and all searching for new acquisitions. Some liked to keep just a single slave at a time but most had harems.
'There are seven girls on offer today,' Delgardo continued, 'if you haven't already got details of them, there are buyer's catalogues on the marble table by the door. I think then, without any more pre-amble, let us see lot number one.'
Led by a collar and pole leash a tall young girl was brought into the centre of the hall. She looked angrily around her, her head held high, her bright blue eyes blazing with fury. The man leading her kept a wary eye on her as he paraded her around the circular room. The leather collar around her neck was very broad and forced her chin up. A ball gag silenced the girl and her arms were strapped tightly behind her back with her hands covered by a single leather glove that was laced tightly around her wrists.
Delgardo knew this girl was the most volatile of the slaves he wished to sell today. A college girl from a wealthy Boston family of bankers she had been kidnapped and held to ransom. Her family though had refused to pay the ransom and the kidnappers had panicked as the Police had closed in on them. A contact Delgardo had in America had bought the girl on the cheap from them. Now she was paraded and the bidding started by raised hands with Delgardo's secretary keeping an eye on the bidders.
'Am I bid any more then for lot number one?' Delgardo looked expectantly around the faces before him. No one responded and the American girl was announced sold. As if suddenly realising what had happened to her she tried to break free but her efforts were useless. She couldn't escape from the man who held her and because of the pole clipped to her collar she couldn't get any nearer to him, although she tried. The man watched as she kicked out wildly in his direction. Delgardo gave the merest nod and two more men appeared at a jog, both holding lassoes. The next time the girl kicked out a rope snaked around her foot and was jerked tight, closing around her ankle then dragging her off balance. The other man lassoed her other ankle and together they dragged her on her back out of the hall.
Lot number two was a Japanese airline hostess, who had been drugged in a nightclub and had woken to find herself in a packing crate, marked "Fragile - with care". Lot number three, a Swedish blonde who had been backpacking across Europe when she was abducted, went for a similar price to the Japanese girl. Both of them had exhibited submissive natures and had taken to their training very well. The bidding was brisk and slightly better than average, thought Delgardo, as he called for lot number four.
He would be glad when today's business was concluded. He always felt anxious on the actual auction days. Not because of the auction itself, but because of other considerations. Most of his prospective clients were dangerous people on the wrong side of the law and they attracted too much unwanted attention. There had been, he was sure, several occasions when some had been followed to Rouassa. Probably by the authorities of their country, who had been tracking them. Sinister boats, planes, and foreigners suddenly appeared in Karunga then disappeared as suddenly as the visitors to the auction did after they'd bought their new acquisitions. Delgardo had even wondered whether some criminal ring was watching his operation and was preparing to take control of it.
'Lot number four ladies and gentlemen...'
The English girl was led in on a collar and leash. She had been strapped to a cross that Delgardo had designed himself. Made from bamboo, one length of the cross held the girls arms outstretched, while the other length ran the length of her spine. The poles pressed against her back and held her arms drawn slightly back so that she was forced to maintain an upright stance with her breasts jutting forwards. Her nipples, bound with the invisible thread, stood proud from her dark areoles.
Two leather straps were fastened to the bottom of the pole and these had been fed between her legs and pulled tightly back over the insides of her thighs before being screwed back onto the bamboo pole. The straps drew the globes of her arse apart then prevented her from closing her thighs. This way her sex was kept clearly on show. Another leather strap was drawn tightly under the girl's breasts and fixed to the pole. It served not just to keep the girl strapped to the pole but exaggerated the prominence of her breasts by pressing tightly against her rib cage under their swell. Her whole body had been oiled so that her tanned skin shone. With her sex now shaved the delicate pink folds of flesh were clearly exposed as she was made to parade around the hall.
'Lot four: English, mid-twenties. Lovely condition, freshly broken in. She responds well to the whip and she makes for a challenging ride. She's very bright and as you'll see from her background notes, she was a British secret agent. She's probably trained in hand to hand combat so don't take any chances with her, her bite will be worse than her bark.'
A ripple of laughter went through the crowd. The English girl looked up at him, glaring with anger. She seemed to snarl silently at him, her generous bow shaped lips curling back and exposing her clenched teeth. The crowd laughed and Delgardo smiled to himself.
Amongst Delgardo's henchmen was an old, alcoholic German dentist. An hour ago, Delgardo had leant in the doorway of the room he used and had watched him at work. Zoe had been strapped down onto his dentist's chair and a ring gag forced into her mouth to keep her jaws held open. Delgardo's henchman had then applied a modified filling cement over the tops of the girl's molars. The gag was then removed and her jaws were forced closed and held.
With the paste set hard, Zoe's teeth were effectively clamped together, making it impossible for her to speak. After a day the paste would begin to dissolve but for the moment all she could do, as she was paraded around the auction hall, was to snarl like a captured wild animal.
Delgardo looked down at the English girl and smiled with satisfaction.
'So who would like to open the bidding?'
Immediately a hand was raised.
'Any advance upon...'
His sentence was never completed as another hand was waved.
'Now, is someone going to give me a figure more like her true worth. Nice firm arse, well muscled legs: all in all a fit body. Imagine what she'd be like under your control, ladies and gentlemen. Come on now, how often would you have the chance to make a British Secret Service agent submit to your will? Remember her training and look at the photographs in your catalogue. Imagine having her body bound for your pleasure.'
The bids came thick and fast and Delgardo had to keep his excitement firmly under control. He had already taken the bidding well past Auda's reserve for her and he would take fifteen percent of her sale price. It was remarkable, he mused, how much some people would pay for a slave, when if you had the nerve they were just there for the taking.
'Generous breasts, a very appealing pussy. Look at those wide, dark eyes. Imagine them watching you as you gave her a good whipping. Would anyone care to advance the bidding?'
It was a three way bid now between two regular clients and an unknown Englishman who had signed in as The Colonel and had put his address in the guest book as Shrevra, Jalhor Province, India. The last bid, by The Colonel was going unchallenged and Delgardo suspected that the bidding for the English girl was just about concluded.
'Any more bids? Going once, going twice...'
A hand came up. It was one of his regulars: a Brazilian businessman who had bought many girls from Delgardo. Amongst his various enterprises he ran a dungeon that was used for photographs for a website. A website with a very high access charge because of the nature of the photographs.
'Right then, is that the final bid? Going once, going twice...'
The Colonel raised his hand again. The Brazilian looked crestfallen.
'So, it is with the gentlemen on my right. Going once, going twice... going three times... sold!'
Vanessa sat on the sun deck, a large gin and tonic in one hand, idly flicking through a glossy magazine when she sensed the boat move fractionally sideways. She looked up from the magazine for an explanation. Auda had anchored the boat mid-stream about half a mile from the fort, so as not to draw attention to it. He had taken Zoe to the auction in the small speedboat and had left Basil on the yacht with Vanessa.
'Basil! Is that you?'
With no answer immediately forthcoming she stood up. She was about to call out again when she thought she heard hushed voices. Standing up on tiptoe on her bare feet she looked around. The water on one side of the boat had telltale ripples as if something had disturbed it.
'Hey! Vanessa! You call?'
She looked around and saw Basil emerging from one of the deck doors.
'I just thought...'
Her sentence died in her throat as she saw two men appear from behind the life raft capsule and dash towards Basil. One held a machete and the other a large, serrated edged diver's knife. Basil, seeing the look of alarm on her face, swung around and then bounded away across the deck, the two men in pursuit.
Vanessa was agonising over what she should do when she saw two more men climb over the side of the yacht and now she heard the dull scrape of their little boat against the side of Auda's yacht. She swore at their bad luck, the boat had a good arsenal of guns but Basil had appeared on deck unarmed. The main galley was nearest her and she knew there was a revolver kept there. As fast as she could, she ran, but already they were after her.
Wrenching open the galley door she dived inside just before her pursuers could reach her. She threw her weight back against the door and slid the little bolt into its lock. She dashed across to the map drawer where she knew the revolver was. Behind her the door rattled furiously. The drawer opened at the same time as the galley door burst open.
The revolver lay before her. She could hear the breathing of men behind her. She closed her hand around the weapon and swung around as a hand grabbed her wrist and an arm slammed against her chest knocking her backwards. Dazed and on her knees she saw she was still holding the gun but the hand around her wrist tightened its grip and shook her arm vigorously. The gun fell from her grasp and slid across the polished wood floor.
The man stared at her bikini-clad body and grinned victoriously. Picking himself up off the floor he grabbed her hair and hauled her to her feet. When she tried to hit him he blocked her flailing arm and a second later Vanessa found herself being pushed ahead of him out of the galley, her arms wrenched and held behind her back by one man, the other leading her by her hair.
'Get your filthy hands off me!'
When she tried to kick the man behind her he quickly let go of her arms and caught hold of her ankle.
'Let me go!'
Vanessa glared furiously at him as he forced her to hop to keep her balance. The other man had let go of her hair and stood laughing.
'Come on darling, down on your hands and knees!'
Vanessa looked around her in alarm, a dozen men were milling across the deck of the boat and she could see Basil swimming furiously for the shore. The man holding her leg lifted it higher and she was forced to support herself on her hands as she was tipped over.
'That's it bitch, on your knees.'
There was a raucous rush of laughter and the men closed around her. One caught hold of her hair and another flicked the toe of his boot against her arm, dragging her off balance. Powerful hands twisted her hands behind her back. With her chin pressing against the deck, someone bound a rope around her ankles.
'Let's get this fancy thing cast off and under way!'
The shout came from someone used to giving orders. Vanessa saw the majority of the pirates scatter but several remained, two at least holding her down while a third bound her wrists together behind her back.
'Get the girl below deck, we can enjoy her later, once we've got clear of Rouassa. Can you believe that anyone could be so stupid as to leave a boat like this lying around as a present; especially with her on board for the taking! We'll all have our share of her juicy little body then we'll sell her for a tidy sum!'
The leader's belly laugh was echoed by half a dozen other men and Vanessa was dragged below deck, bound and helpless and cursing Auda for being so negligent.
She was taken kicking and screaming to the main berth where she was tossed down onto the bed. The men tore the bikini from her and her pants were forced into her mouth. They then gagged her with one of her own stockings and tied her ankles together with another.
'What a body, why wait for the captain's order before we have her? Look at her, I reckon we should have her now.'
'Don't be an idiot, if he finds out he'll have your guts for garters!'
'Aye, we'd best get back up on deck smartish or he'll be after us.'
'You just 'ave a nice little rest darling and we'll all be back to see you later!'
Vanessa squirmed ineffectually as the man squeezed then slapped her breast.
As soon as the men had left her alone she curled her legs up behind her until she could just reach her ankles with her bound hands. They had tied rope around her wrists but her fingers were still free and she reckoned that the stocking they'd bound her ankles with, she might be able to untie, given enough time. Thankfully her long fingernails made the job easier and soon she could feel the twists of nylon loosening. Working a fingertip into the material she tugged and teased at the fabric until the knot released itself.
Whilst she had developed a taste for adventure, she was certain that these men spelt trouble for her. If the pirates hadn't managed to stop Basil's escape, then there was a good chance that he'd get to Auda and pretty soon he'd come after his stolen boat. She knew he was not the sort of man to take what had just happened lying down. Perhaps he'd be able to hire some men from the slave fort and get a boat to pursue them. Meantime though the pirates were obviously keen to put as many miles as possible between themselves and where they'd stolen the boat. They had been anchored a good couple of miles up the river estuary, as long as she could escape now, within sight of land, she'd have a decent chance of getting back to Auda.
With her feet now unfettered she began searching the room as best she could with her hands still bound, for something sharp enough to cut through the rope around her wrists. She frantically pulled open locker drawers and gave a silent shout of joy when she found a sheathed dagger that belonged to Auda. It took her only a couple of moments to jam the knife between her knees and then drag the rope that bound her wrists back and forth against the blade. Just as the rope frayed then snapped though the cabin door opened.
'So where the hell do you think you're going?'
The men moved quickly to snatch the dagger from where it lay but Vanessa was quicker. The weapon clutched before her she retreated a few steps.
'Any closer and I'll use it!'
'Of course you will my darlin', and we don't want that do we?'
The man smiled and took a step back.
'Just let me go... you can keep the boat,' Vanessa kept the dagger held high and nervously advanced a couple of steps.
'Alright then sweetheart, just whatever you want.'
The man moved away from the door, holding his hands up above his head and grinning at her.
'Just keep back!'
Vanessa glanced at the door and edged a little closer. The man smiled and nodded.
'Go on, you go first and I'll call to my men to keep out of your way.'
'No, you go ahead and tell them.'
'Alright then, just whatever you say.'
Vanessa watched the man move to leave the room and she stepped after him. She was just wondering what she should do next when he spun around, his hand grasping her wrist before she could react.
He tightened his grip. Vanessa tried to hit the man with her other hand but he easily blocked her then jerked her arm forcing her to drop the dagger. In the next second he pushed her back down onto the bed and picked up the dagger.
'Fiery tempered little thing, aren't you? I wonder what I should do with you?'
'Let me go. The man who owns this boat won't care about losing it but he'll be furious if you take me as well.'
'Will he now?' laughed the pirate, rubbing his beard thoughtfully. 'Well, that makes me very scared, very scared indeed!'
'I'm only trying to help you.'
'Are you? Well, I reckon if I keep you on board, my men won't be able to concentrate on their jobs, so we'll just have to get rid of you, won't we?'
'Yes, that's by far the best idea,' Vanessa agreed, enthusiastically.
'So, I think we'll sell you to the slave market, since we're so close. You'll sell for a tidy sum won't you?'
'No, you can't do that!'
'And meantime, I think maybe it's only fair if I let my crew enjoy your tasty little body. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you, you little wench!'
'Please don't! Can't I just look after you?'
'Oh no, that'd upset my crew and I wouldn't want to do that. No, best if I let them all enjoy you. Keep the lads happy an' all that!'
The pirate then gave a shout and in no time at all a handful of men had spilt into the cabin.
'Right,' snapped the leader. 'Get her on her belly, time to give her a lesson in good manners!'
Vanessa just had time to see the leader unbuckle the heavy leather belt around his breeches and pull it free, before four pairs of hands took hold of her arms and legs. Forced face down on the bed, she glanced nervously back over her shoulder.
'Pull her good and tight lads!'
Vanessa felt the hands around her ankles and wrists draw her limbs to full stretch. There was the sound of the belt swishing through the air then Vanessa felt a terrible stinging across her buttocks.
'Yeeow! Stop it!'
Wide eyed with alarm she looked over her shoulder to see the belt whistling down through the air again towards her bare legs.
Vanessa shook her head, tears pricking her eyes, a burning sensation spreading across her thighs. The belt snapped down again, this time over her back.
'Oww! Stop it!' she blurted, tears welling up in her eyes as the pain across the backs of her legs throbbed unbearably. The belt snapped down again over her rump and Vanessa jerked and writhed against the four pairs of hands that held her down.
'I can't bear it! Let me go! No more... please...'
There was a nerve-racking pause and Vanessa fearfully looked up at the leader of the pirates. She had given up trying to pull free from the hands that grasped her and held her arms and legs outstretched. Her shoulders ached fearfully and needles of pain ran down her legs from the tension that her legs were under.
'Starting to feel sorry for yourself, eh?'
'Yes...please don't whip me anymore,' Vanessa begged, looking up at the leader with wide, sorrowful eyes.
'Right then girl. We're going to stay at sea for three days then we'll return and sell you at the slave market. By then whoever had you before should be elsewhere. Now, until then you've got a simple choice to make: either you service each of my crew every day and willingly or you can stay bound to this bed and every six hours you'll get twenty lashes. It's your choice!'
'How many of you are there?' Vanessa asked timidly.
'Nine!'
She thought quickly. Servicing nine men for three days or being whipped every six hours - there was no contest!
'I'll look after your men,' she announced, trying to make it sound like a reluctantly made decision.
'Excellent!' roared the Captain. 'Right then Bosun Flint, leave a man at the helm for now and we'll let the rest of the crew all have their first taste right now!'
'But not all of you together!' Vanessa protested.
'What's wrong with that? Eager little slut like you should have enough stamina to service nine men. Right Flint, get the men in order of seniority after myself. So, what's your name girl?'
'Vanessa.'
'Well Vanessa, get that pretty mouth of yours around my cock before I lose my patience with you and give you a good flogging anyway!'
Vanessa set to work, sucking and licking until the man told her to stop and turn round on the bed, supporting herself on her hands and knees. His hands grasped her buttocks and drew them apart. Then without any preamble he rammed his cock into her pussy. Groaning and swearing with fevered excitement and satisfaction he pumped away until he came. With scarcely a pause the man named Flint, the tallest and meanest of the crew, pressed a hand against her back between her shoulder blades encouraging her to stay bent over for him. Hands then grasped her ankles and pulled her backwards, taking her by surprise. With her legs pulled over the edge of the bed and held widely apart, her sex was driven up against his thick cock and then he was inside her, his powerful hands clasping her hips to keep her held in place. Before he'd come though Vanessa herself was brought to orgasm and as she gasped and writhed, held by the men, they laughed and agreed amongst themselves how "the little tart was loving it".
After Flint, a third man took her and by the time he'd finished with her Vanessa was already feeling exhausted.
'Could I rest for just a minute,' she begged.
'Stop whining you little slut and get on with it!'
A fourth man took her and by the time he'd come, her pussy felt so tender that she again begged them to let her rest. When they ignored her begging she tried to crawl away but hands dragged her back to where they wanted her.
'Please! I really need to have a rest. My poor little body aches...'
Her pleading just made them laugh.
'Maybe we should give her juicy little pussy a rest? Use her the other way lads!'
'Oh no... don't, please...' Vanessa cried.
'Good idea, pull her down the bed lads so her arse is hanging over the edge!'
'Come on guys... please... I've had enough!' Vanessa protested.
'Hold her still, my turn, come on now you blonde beauty...'
Vanessa was now held still by four eager volunteers as a fifth man pushed his thumb deeply between her buttocks making her whimper and squirm.
'Done this before, darlin?'
Vanessa, lying, shook her head negatively. Secretly a part of her was eager to suffer what was about to befall her, but there was no way she'd ever let on to these animals that she enjoying being treated like this! God, if they knew that, what else might they do to her?
'Come on then honey, time to soften up for us.'
The man twisted his thumb inside her anus, then drew it partially from her before pushing it back in. Soon her muscle was softening under the repeated pressure and then the man withdrew his thumb and drew the globes of her arse apart with both hands.
'You'll get to enjoy it soon enough darlin!'
The man drove his cock into Vanessa's rear making her cry out in protest.
'This isn't fair... please...' Vanessa shook her head and struggled pathetically against the four pairs of hands that held her down whilst the cock slid back and forth, harder and deeper at each stroke.
'God, she's a horny little bitch!'
'Look at her panting, she's loving it!'
Someone grasped her hair and drew her head back. Vanessa felt spunk filling her rectum and then the cock was promptly withdrawn.
'Right, me next!'
'No more... please!' Vanessa sighed, writhing pathetically against the four pairs of powerful hands that held her still.
Ignoring her pleading the sixth man took his turn, driving his cock into her arse with such determined force that she gasped and imagined for a moment that she was going to faint.
'Keep still now girl... come on, not much more...'
The man rode her mercilessly, his cock pumping into her in quick hard thrusts, his balls slapping against her thighs each time his cock sank into her, his hands holding her tightly by her slim waist as she squirmed under the assault.
'Please... not so hard... too much...'
Her pleading though seemed to make the man use her even more harshly and Vanessa cried out as she was brought to a shuddering climax of her own which seemed to vindicate his treatment of her in his own eyes.
'The little tart's loving it! Look at her!'
The man came, and with a groan of satisfaction withdrew from her. Without giving her time to even recover her breath another man took up his place between her spread and held legs and he thrust his cock into her aching body.
'No, stop... please...' Vanessa gasped, almost delirious now after what she'd been put through.
'Come on darlin', that lovely young body of yours has still got some work to do!'
'Can't take anymore...let me rest...please...'
Ignoring her pleading the man drew his cock from her then rammed it back in.
'No! Stop it... no more...'
'Now, if you want us to stop then you've not kept your end of the bargain and it's a whipping you'll get instead, so what's it to be?'
'This isn't fair...' Vanessa sighed, weakly lifting her head and looking around at the men circling the bed.
'Your choice darlin, what's it to be? Three more of us enjoying your lovely little arse or a whipping?'
'No...' Vanessa cried, shaking her head in dismay.
As if to prompt her into choosing, the cock was thrust back into her arse, making her gasp. The man then withdrew before ramming it back into her.
'So what's it to be then darlin'?'
'Three more of you...' sighed Vanessa.