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Archive-title: Sold for Sex - A Fantasy - 2





The Voyage and the Auction



     Gina awoke in the dark. She was groggy, disoriented. Her

last memories were indistinct, but her tender pussy testified

that she had indeed been fucking someone. She tried to move

and discovered she couldn't. Her hands were tied above her

head somehow and her ankles were also secured. Fear washed

over her. Where was she? She realized she was naked under

some sort of coarse blanket and there was a sensation of

movement, as if the whole room were rocking. She assumed it

was the scotch she had so freely consumed making her stomach

heave. She remembered the stranger and his driver and being

taken on the trunk of the car but nothing more. She pulled

against the bonds to no avail and finally shouted out.

     "Hey, where am I? What's going on...the game's over

guys, ok? I want to go home. Hey, somebody!" No response.

Time passed, Gina didn't know how long. She heard a noise and

called out again. This time she saw a glimmer of light and a

curtain was pulled back. It was the stranger from the night

before and the light revealed that she was in some sort of

bunk, concealed by a curtain. Now he was dressed in a

turtleneck sweater, slacks and, of all things, a captain's

hat. Gina tried to be indignant despite her restraints and

demanded that he release her.

     "Look, last night was interesting and all, but I'm tired

of the game and I want to go home. Maybe we'll do it again

sometime, but just let me out of here, OK. It's not fun

anymore and I'm tired and hung over and I just want to go

home, get a bath and sleep in my own bed." The man just

laughed and, taking the blanket covering Gina, tossed it to

the floor, revealing her naked body. Seating himself on the

edge of the bunk he reached for one of her breasts and rubbed

it appreciatively. She tried to squirm away from his grasp

but her bonds were too tight to permit much movement. Her

reaction only made him grip her breast more firmly, and a bit

painfully.

     "You are home, my sweet little bitch," he finally

answered her. "At least for the time being."

     "What are you talking about?" Gina demanded, a new wave

of fear spreading through her insides as he continued to

manipulate her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

     "Your "home" as you call it is wherever I choose, since

you are now my slave to do with as I please." He switched to

her other breast. "I really do like these tits," he said

matter-of-factly, "and so will my customers. Since you need a

name of my choosing, I think I'll call you Sweet Tits'."

     Now Gina was truly scared. This man was crazy, talking

about slaves and customers and nonchalantly fondling her at

the same time. "You can't do this," she said angrily, her

voice breaking, "this is kidnapping, it isn't a game anymore.

I demand that you release me right now! I don't know what

you're in to, but I'm not in the mood!" Instead of being

taken aback, he merely laughed again.

     "Of course this isn't a game, my dear. It's business--my

business. I deal in pretty, fair skinned, female slaves and

you and the other women on my ship are merchandise. It's as

simple as that." Slowly, his words sank in. His ship,

merchandise, slaves...she had indeed been kidnapped and, my

god, yes, the motion she felt was that of a ship underway.

How would she escape? She struggled again and screamed at

him. "You can't be serious. You can't possibly get away with

this. They'll be looking for me and I left the party with

you. They'll find out who you are!"

     "Oh, but you're wrong. No one will miss you for at least

a couple of days. You've no family except a couple of distant

cousins. You often miss work because of weekend binges of

drinking, drugs, and trying to find something to fill that

hot pussy of yours. As for me, no one at that party knew me

and they'll barely remember which man you left with. When

someone does get around to asking the police, they'll

question a few people, assume you went off with a man who

ended up raping and probably murdering you, and list you as a

missing person for a while. Then they'll forget about it. New

York is a rough city. Lots of things can happen."

     With deepening horror, Gina realized that everything he

said was true and also realized that he knew a great deal

about her for a "stranger." He seemed to know what she was

thinking. "I study all my prospective merchandise," he

explained. "I want ones with few ties and a reputation for

sleeping around, and ones I believe are suited to the role of

sex slave and are trainable. Of course," he added, "sometimes

I am fortunate enough to find a fresh, young virgin who fits

my criteria, and they bring a great deal of money at

auction." Now his hand dropped to her thigh. "But you will,

too," he continued. "Those magnificent tits will attract the

bidders."

     Gina shuddered at his touch. "You can't do this and I

won't cooperate with you. I'll scream bloody murder the

moment I get off this ship. Someone's bound to hear. And even

if they don't, I won't let anyone 'own' me. I'll get away

somehow." She tried to be defiant, even though she knew there

was little chance of being rescued.

     Now his fingers toyed with the hair at her labia. "But

you will cooperate," he said sternly, "you will cooperate and

you will obey and you will learn to accept and appreciate you

role. You live for sex, Sweet Tits, for a hard cock in you

and yet you are never satisfied. You need to be subdued,

trained, and enslaved, always available to satisfy the needs

of your master." His fingers parted her pussy lips and worked

their way into her, his thumb on her clit. Beneath her anger

and fear, Gina felt the stirrings of her desire. Against her

will, she moaned softly, moving against his hand

instinctively.

     "That's right, slave, all that truly matters to you is

your cunt and soon you will admit that to me openly." Never,

Gina thought, even as she felt her juices begin to seep from

her vagina. He continued to stroke and manipulate her pussy,

finger-fucking her as her arousal increased. With the other

hand he kneaded one of her breasts. The combination was too

much to resist and she surrendered to the sensations and

concentrated on her impending orgasm, pushing her predicament

to the back of her mind, centering only on the hands which

touched her body. And then, without warning, they stopped.

"No," she cried out without thinking. "Don't stop."

     "Sorry, cunt, but you'll have to earn your reward by

showing me that you can be obedient. You can start by telling

me that you understand I am your master and that you want

only to please me in whatever way I choose." Gina was silent,

angry, and still caught at the edge of her climax.

     "Fuck you," was all she said. He shrugged and got up. He

was out of Gina's view for a moment and when he returned he

was holding a small whip with several thongs.

     "I had hoped not to punish you harshly but it seems

inevitable. But don't worry. I won't leave any marks. I don't

care for damaged merchandise." And he brought the whip down

over her breasts, making her cry out.  He didn't pause, but

instead continued whipping her chest, belly and thighs until

they burned, as Gina struggled against the ropes which held

her. He ceased and then leaned over her and, spreading her

pussy lips with one hand, inserted the whip handle into her

still wet hole. He held it there and then slowly began

fucking her with it, his other hand stroking her stiff clit.

Despite the pain of the punishment, Gina was once again hot

and aroused.

     "You see, slave, you will even welcome this whip into

your cunt, as long as it fucks you. Isn't that right?" Gina

was beside herself with the sensation of the ribbed handle

stroking in and out of her and his thumb on her engorged

clit. "Yes," she muttered.

     "Yes, what?" he prompted her. And she remembered his

insistence from the night before. "Yes, ...master." she added

reluctantly.

     He continued stroking the whip handle in and out of

Gina's slippery vagina. She felt a powerful orgasm building

within her, the tension in her belly growing with each

stroke. Her entire focus was her cunt, her need to come. And

then he stopped! Gina groaned in frustration, bucking her

hips, desperate for the release which was so near. But she

was helpless to achieve her climax alone. He stood there

watching her fruitless attempts.

     "You see how it is, slave. You need satisfaction, but

only obedience will earn what you desire. You will not be

allowed that reward until I choose." He stepped away and

returned with a small pair of smooth-edge nipple clamps and

attached them to Gina's taut nipples. She started to protest

as the clamps bit into her, but he silenced her with a raised

hand.  "Do not complain, slave, these are very benign

training devices.  If you persist in your disobedience, I

will replace them with these." He held up a pair of alligator

clips, which Gina knew would be considerably more

excruciating on her tender nipples. She remained silent.

     "Good," he continued. "Now I shall explain to you what I

expect from all of my slaves. Obviously, you are expected to

be unquestionably obedient. No matter what you are instructed

to do, you will proceed without an resistance or question. Do

you understand?" Gina nodded, but her response was inadequate

for he immediately lashed her belly with the whip. "You will

always answer 'Yes, master' or 'no, master'!"

     "Yes, master," Gina said meekly, feeling the sting of

the whip.

     "All right," he went on. "You will accept that you are

now a piece of property, a useful possession for me and for

the master to whom I sell you. We are gratified by the

ownership of women like you, women whose true need is to be

subdued and bent to our will. We enjoy amusing ourselves

sexually and at the same time, if you are obedient, allowing

you to satisfy your own needs. But, keep in mind, that your

needs are secondary. Your master's pleasure is always of

utmost importance. Is that clear?" This time, Gina

immediately answered, "Yes, master," her mind still

unbelieving.

     "And you really have no choice," he reminded her. "There

is no escape. You will be sold, and you will be owned by your

purchaser. Whether you are treated well or not depends

entirely on your behavior. And I will teach you how to

behave." He untied Gina's hands and feet. Instinctively, she

reached for her aching sex, but he slapped her hand away with

the whip. "You may never touch yourself without permission,"

he said sharply. He pulled her from the bunk and told her to

kneel, knees apart. She did, but he grasped her shoulders

and, lifting he slightly spread her knees even further with

the toe of his boot. Satisfied, he let her down.

     The position was painful, but Gina knew better than to

complain. He told her to arch her back and support herself

with her hands behind her, head tilted back, which helped

somewhat.  Her position now blatantly displayed her breasts

and mound for inspection. He observed her for a moment,

apparently pleased. "That is the position you will take when

you are commanded to 'offer yourself'" he said. And you will

remain that way until you are given other instructions.

     "Now, get on your hands and knees." Gina obeyed, glad to

abandon the previous contortion. "Put your forehead on the

deck," he ordered, "with your ass in the air." He walked

around her, pushing her knees apart further. "I like your

ass, too, Sweet Tits," he said, "and so will my clients. This

is your position when you hear the command 'down'." Without

warning, he brought the whip down on her exposed buttocks.

Gina yelped but knew better than to move.  He whipped her

several more times, on her ass and thighs, the tip

occasionally catching her tender pussy lips as Gina's tears

wet the smooth wooden deck. She heard a zipper, and a jar lid

being unscrewed.

     "Your ass appeals to me, Sweet Tits." He spread her

burning ass cheeks and she felt the tip of his penis against

the tight hole. Slowly, but without pausing, he forced his

stiff, lubricated prick into her rectum, making her gasp in

pain.  He paid little attention, letting his cock stay buried

in her for a moment. "I don't want to damage you, Sweet Tits,

so I suggest you relax while I use your ass."

     He began slowly stroking, and Gina tried to ignore the

pain of his assault.  Gradually, the pain was less severe and

she even began to be aroused by his fucking motion. She

wanted to reach for her clit, but knew it would mean being

subjected to the whip once more. She wanted him in her cunt

more than anything. But he seemed perfectly happy to empty

his semen in her ass, and he did so, eventually withdrawing

his softening cock. He went to a chair and sat down.

     "Come here," he commanded, "on your hands and knees,

cunt! Crawl to me." Gina moved toward him until she was a few

inches from his feet. "Lick my cock clean." Eager for even

this, Gina buried her face in his crotch and dutifully licked

his beautiful prick until all traces of her sodomizing were

gone. When she looked up at him, he slapped her.

     "Don't look at my face, cunt, only at this." He held his

penis in his palm. "This is where your attention should be

directed at all times. This is your only concern, the symbol

of your owner's manhood, and of his dominance over you. Your

mouth, your ass and your pussy are for this." Her eyes were

riveted on his cock. "Now open your mouth!" He leaned forward

and placed the head of his soft penis on her tongue. "I have

to relieve myself, Sweet Tits." He let go a stream of hot

urine down her throat. She choked, surprised and pulled away,

his pee splashing her face and chest. He grabbed her hair and

stuffed his cock back in her mouth and finished urinating.

Then he dropped her to the floor.

     "For that disobedience, you will be punished, cunt! He

pulled her to her feet, quickly attached wrist and ankle

cuffs, and secured the wrist cuffs to cords suspended from

the ceiling. Pulling her arms taut, he then locked her ankles

to hooks in the deck. He took the whip and began again.

     He methodically whipped her ass, the backs of her legs,

her breasts, her belly and thighs, finding her spread pussy

more than once with the painful lash. Finally, he stopped and

sat down facing Gina who sobbed uncontrollably. "Im sorry

that was necessary, but you misbehaved. I wished to use your

mouth and you failed to accept my gift in the proper manner.

I take it you will respond appropriately in the future?"

Gina, choking, barely managed a 'yes, Master.'

     "Good, then we can continue with your instruction."

     He released her from her restraints and she fell to the

floor. "You may clean up the result of your disobedience," he

said, pointing to the drops of pee on the polished wood,

"with your tongue." She crawled to the spot and dutifully

licked the surface of the deck until he was satisfied. There

was a knock at the cabin door and he told the caller to

enter. It was his driver, Ben, the man who had fucked her so

thoroughly on the trunk of the car.

     "Evening captain," he said, saluting. "The weather's

holding and we're making a good twenty knots. At this rate,

we'll be in port inside of a week." He looked at Gina, face

down on the deck. "I see you've started training this one."

     "Yes, Ben, and I'm rather enjoying it." He turned to

Gina. "Offer yourself, cunt!" And she quickly obeyed,

arranging herself in the prescribed manner, breasts thrust

upward, knees apart. Ben whistled his approval.

     "Very good, captain, she'll bring an excellent price on

the block."

     "Yes, she will. This shipment will prove very profitable

for us. How are the others?"

     "Locked up, just as you instructed. They've been fed,

kept chained, handled a little, but not used. The crew's

getting a little anxious, though. We've been underway for

three days now and they haven't been getting any pussy."

     "All right, Ben, it's time they started their training

anyway. Tell each of the men to take one and go over the

basic positions, light whipping and so forth. But I don't

want any of the merchandise damaged! And I don't want their

pussies used until they're ready to beg for it!"

     "Yes, sir!" Ben grinned. "Oh, and don't worry. The

virgin cunts are locked in the aft cabins on B deck and I've

got the key. We don't want anyone popping those very

expensive cherries, do we?"

     "No," the captain agreed. "They'll fetch three times

more than the others, even Sweet Tits here." He trailed the

tip of his whip across one of her nipples, making her shiver.

"I'd like to do one of those sweet young things myself

...nothing like being the first one in, is there Ben?"

     "No sir," he agreed. "But the buyers will go crazy when

we put them up." He leered at Gina's nude body. "Any chance

I'll get another piece of that before we dock? I get hard

just looking at those huge tits."

     "Sure, Ben, once I've finished with her. But for now I'm

going to make her wait until she'll do anything to get a cock

in her hot pussy." He touched her parted cunt lips with the

whip and she quivered. "Now I want to give her something to

think about." He told her to sit against one wall, her legs

spread in front of her.  He and Ben attached her cuffs to

hooks in the wall and a spreader bar between her legs,

keeping them wide apart.

     Then the captain pressed some buttons on his desk and a

part of the wall across from Gina slid up, revealing a

large television screen. He pressed another switch and a tape

began playing. It was a pornographic movie. A woman was doing

a strip tease for a group of men who were clad only in short

robes, pulled open to show their erect penises. She danced

provocatively as she peeled off one piece of clothing after

another. Soon all that remained was her G-string and a small

bra with the nipples cut out.  She moved among the men, who

reached out to fondle her breasts and squeeze her mound or

her buttocks. As she moved back toward the platform, she

pointed to three of the men who quickly shed their robes and,

picking her up, carried her to a large mattress. One ripped

off her bra and another her G-string while the third lay down

on the mattress, his hard penis pointing toward the ceiling.

     The woman immediately straddled him and, spreading her

pussy lips, lowered herself onto his cock and leaned forward

to allow access to her ass. The second man knelt and quickly

forced his prick into her tight ass hole, making her moan

with pleasure. Finally, a thick penis was presented to her

willing mouth and she eagerly sucked at it as all three men

fucked her enthusiastically.

     Gina's attention was riveted to the screen as the camera

zoomed in for closeups of cocks stroking in and out of the

woman's mouth, cunt and ass. Gina's own pussy was dripping,

her nipples taut within the nipple clamps. Her breath came in

gasps as she watched the woman nearing her orgasm. Every part

of Gina cried out to be that woman, to be taken like that.

The men on the screen moved faster and faster and one by one

they came, spurting semen in her and all over her. She

screamed an explosive climax as the penis in her mouth was

withdrawn and the man in her ass came. She rubbed her breasts

frantically as she rode the prick underneath her, until he,

too came and she rolled off onto her back, panting, licking

the semen from her lips, fingers delving into her wet cunt.

     Gina was desperate, shaking with arousal, but there was

nothing she could do, not even squeeze her thighs together

because of the spreader bar. Ben came and stood over her, his

pants open, his naked, rigid cock in his hand. "You'd like

this, wouldn't you, bitch?"

     "Yes, master," Gina nodded, breathless, aching for the

feel of him in her again, her eyes not straying from his

manhood.

     "Too bad, bitch, it's not quite time yet." And he stood

over her and slowly masturbated himself, just out of the

reach of her hungry mouth. "You'd like me in your hot box,

wouldn't you bitch, huh, you'd like this hard black meat in

your pink pussy, wouldn't you?"

     "Yes, master, yes!" she said again, hoping for just a

moment of release, a moment of his penis in her. But he just

continued stroking himself and taunting her until he spurted

his cum on her face and her breasts.  "That's as close as you

get, bitch," he said and closed his pants.

     The captain started another tape. "This tape runs for

three hours," he said. "I'm sure you will find it very

exciting and educational, Sweet Tits. So I will leave you

here to enjoy it. When I return, perhaps you will be ready to

pledge your complete obedience to me." He turned up the

volume and extinguished the lights in the cabin. He and Ben

were gone and Gina was left, bound and spread wide, watching

scene after scene of hot, wet, uninhibited fucking.

     Three hours later, the captain returned, finding Gina

just as he had left her, legs spread wide, her pussy juice

staining the floor beneath her. The tape was just ending with

a wild orgy of group sex and Gina was trembling with arousal

more intense than she had ever felt. He released her wrist

cuffs and her hands rushed to her pussy but he slapped them

aside. "Not without permission, slave!"

     "Please, please m-m-master, I need to come, please!,

Gina begged. He regarded her, amused by her complete

submission.

     "Are you prepared to acknowledge your subservience,

Sweet Tits?"

     "Yes, yes, master, I only want to serve you," Gina

pleaded. She knew that all she cared about was fucking, and

she wanted him desperately.

     "Then perhaps you are ready to demonstrate your

obedience, cunt." And he removed the spreader bar and

attached a wide leather collar around her neck, snapped a

leash to it and yanked her to her feet. Without a word, he

picked up his whip, pulled on the leash and led her from the

cabin and down the companionway. The entered a door and were

in a large workout room where the crew were "training" the

other slaves.

     Gina stared at the scene. Women were arranged in various

positions, bound and nipple clamped, being punished or teased

by their captors. The men all came to attention when the

captain led her into the room. Several whistled their

appreciation of Gina.

     "Men, this particular slave is ready to prove her

obedience and I thought you might enjoy helping me fuck her

brains out since that's what she wants. But first, a few

tests of her sincerity." He turned to Gina. "Offer yourself,

cunt." Gina immediately assumed the proper position, her tits

well displayed. The captain used the whip on her belly and

mound but Gina didn't flinch or protest. He stood over her

face. "Open your mouth, cunt." He released his penis and let

go a stream of hot urine into her open mouth and Gina gulped

it down. The crew applauded.

     The captain walked over to another slave, bound spread

eagled to the floor. "Crawl over here, cunt." Gina obeyed,

keeping her eyes on his crotch, rather than his face. "Eat

her pussy, it amuses me." Gina took a deep breath, hesitating

for a moment. She had never done such a thing but she had

been watching pussies being tongued for hours and it didn't

seem to matter. Only obedience mattered now. She knew what

awaited her if she balked. She crawled between the woman's

thighs and began licking the soft, wet folds of flesh,

slurping her juices. They all watched her going down on the

woman, the captain flicked at Gina's ass with the whip while

she concentrated. She felt the woman's orgasm building, her

muscles tightening, her clit becoming engorged and Gina

envied her, but was determine to bring her off.

     Suddenly, the Captain yanked her leash and pulled her

away from the women's quivering slit. The slave groaned,

pleading for Gina to finish. But she, too, was being

tormented with the need to climax, and she wasn't

sufficiently subdued yet.

     "Very good, Sweet Tits, I think we're making progress.

You are just a horny little slut, aren't you?"

     "Yes, master," Gina nodded, her eyes down. "I am."

     "And all you really want to do is fuck and suck and

come, am I right?"  She nodded again, answering, "yes,

master, that's all I really want." He laughed heartily,

joined by his crew. "Get on that table!" he ordered and Gina

crawled to what resembled a doctor's examining table in the

middle of the room and lay down on it. It was fitted with the

traditional stirrups and Gina was told to place her feet in

them, which opened her legs wide and displayed her dripping

cunt, making it totally accessible.

     One of the men strapped her ankles to the stirrups and

her wrist cuffs were secured to rings above her head. The

Captain inserted the whip in her, making her shiver with

pleasure, and then, removing it, used it on her thighs and

cuntlips. Gina bit her lip against the pain, not crying out.

     Satisfied with her performance so far, the captain

opened his pants and knelt over the face of one of the

slaves, stuffing his penis in her mouth, commanding her to

suck it. She did and he amused himself with her for several

minutes. Finally he came to stand between Gina's thighs. "I'm

ready to use your cunt." And he plunged into her instantly,

his huge cock filling her hot pussy, sending shock waves of

pleasure through her. He rammed her hard and fast, verbally

abusing her with every stroke and Gina begged for more.

"Please fuck me master, fuck me harder, please, please, fuck

my pussy, master."

     He stroked her harder and faster and shot his load of

semen into her as she convulsed with the first wave of orgasm

pleading for still more. A crewman quickly took the captain's

place and plunged his hard prick into her quivering cunt,

screwing her just as hard, mauling her breasts at the same

time. "You like this, cunt, don't you, come on bitch, tell

your masters how much you like this."

     "I like it," Gina panted, "yes, master I like it." And

then he, too, filled her with hot cum and slid out, leaving

her still short of the powerful orgasm which needed to be

released. She moaned softly, frustrated. "She needs more,

sir," the one who had just finished with her said. And one

after another, cocks were rammed into her hole, fucking her

brutally. Finally, as the captain lightly whipped her heaving

breasts, Ben, who had promised her the fucking of her life,

stretched her cunt until Gina thought she would split open,

and she CAME, screaming in pleasure at the onslaught of Ben's

massive cock in her, and his fingers buried in her ass hole.

Her body writhed with the power of her climax, her ass rising

to meet Ben's prick and she screamed again as his semen

boiled into her. She heard the captain saying, "very good,

Ben, I think the slut's finally had enough." And Gina slipped

into unconsciousness.



     The rest of the journey aboard the ship was taken up

with much of the same-Gina was constantly fucked and used and

occasionally whipped as part of her obedience training. The

captain, having amused himself sufficiently with Gina, gave

her to Ben, who kept her with him at all times, leading her

by the leash wherever he went aboard ship. He thoroughly

enjoyed humiliating her and told Gina she wasn't yet good

enough to be a slave and would have to be treated like a

bitch dog until she was. He made her sleep on the floor of

his cabin and eat and drink from bowls with her hands tied

behind her. When he awoke and called her, she crawled to his

bunk and licked his feet and then opened her mouth to receive

his morning pee.

     One day he took her to the forward cabins where the two

virgins were being kept. They were both tied on mattresses on

the floor spread eagled. Each was fitted with headphones

which Ben told her were hooked up to indoctrination tapes

which played either music or voices whispering obscene

suggestions or instructions on obedience.  "We like to keep

them aroused, bitch, but we can't fuck their cherry cunts, so

today it's your turn to lick their pussies." Gina obediently

lowered her head between the first girl's soft thighs and

tongued her virgin cunt lips, lapping at the labia and the

engorged clit while Ben knelt over the girl's face and rubbed

his big cock all over her cheeks and mouth, finally stuffing

his prick between her lips and stroking in and out of her

mouth. Then he slid out and masturbated himself and watched

Gina eat pussy until the girl shuddered and moaned softly.

Then he sprayed his cum on her budding breasts and ordered

Gina to lick them clean.

     When Gina turned her attention to the other young girl,

Ben amused himself by whipping Gina's upraised ass,

occasionally fingering her pussy to keep her hot. When the

second girl had reached her climax, Ben told Gina to lay on

top of the girl and French kiss her until he said to stop

Gina obeyed and forced her tongue into the teenager's hot

mouth, swirling it around, feeling the her own breasts mashed

against the girl's smaller ones, their cunts rubbing together

as Gina found herself trying to achieve orgasm from the

contact. But Ben realized this and yanked Gina off and,

ordering her to the "offer" position, whipped her breasts for

presuming to have an orgasm without permission. Then he said

he had an idea for the last evening's entertainment. "We dock

tomorrow, bitch, and tonight we'll have some fun."

     Later, another crewman came to Ben's cabin and led her

to the room where she had been fucked by the Captain days

before. Most of the crew were there, each with a slave

kneeling or laying at his feet. In the center of the room was

a raised platform. Tied by a leash and collar to a ring in

the platform was another slave. Video cameras were set up on

either side. Ben got up and addressed the crew, motioning for

Gina to be brought forward. "Men, this little bitch here,

Sweet Tits, had a nice time today doing the two cherries we

have on board. Why she had her tongue all the way down one

cunt's throat, trying to kiss her." The men laughed. "So I

figured she probably wanted to fuck that sweet thing.  But we

know that's against the rules, and she doesn't have the right

equipment anyway." Ben rubbed his crotch to more laughter.

So I thought we'd give her a chance to show us what a stud

she is, and mate her to this other bitch, Hot Tongue." He

picked up a strap on dildo and quickly fastened it on Gina

and told her to crawl onto the platform next to the other

slave, the fake penis dangling between her legs.  "Now you

follow MY directions bitch, and maybe I won't punish you.  I

might even let you come." He told two men to begin filming

and pulled a chair near the platform.

     "All right, Tits, now you're a horny stud dog, and Hot

Tongue here is a bitch in heat. You want her to know

you're interested, so start licking her ass and her

fuckhole." Gina approached the other slave from behind and

tentatively licked her. "No, bitch, get your nose in there,

shove her around, show her who's boss." More laughter from

the audience. Gina pushed her nose between the woman's

thighs, forcing her forward, reaching with her tongue for the

warm slit. "You, Hot Tongue, wiggle that ass for your stud.

That's right, now bark for me." The slave obeyed, trying to

bark like a dog, to roars of delight from the crew as Gina

continued to lick her pussy and asshole.  "Now roll over on

your back, so your stud knows you're begging for it, and hold

your "paws" up in the air." She did and Ben told Gina to lick

the woman's breasts and face and stick her tongue in the

woman's mouth. Then she too, was ordered to bark and to

cavort around the stage on all fours.

     "All right Hot Tongue," Ben interrupted, "it's time for

you to get your little bitch cunt fucked. Roll over and

lick Sweet Tits' ass and then turn around and show her your

dog pussy. Now, Tits, mount that bitch and bark for us while

you bang her box." Gina raised herself and positioned the

dildo somewhat awkwardly and Ben suddenly cracked her ass

with the whip and Gina lurched forward, ramming the big

phallus deep into the other slaves slippery hole. The woman

cried out but Ben told her to whimper like a dog while Gina

barked and fucked and the men applauded, shouting

encouragement to the "stud." Gina stroked in and out, feeling

the base of the dildo pressing her own clit, making her

juices flow freely. From time to time, Ben brought the whip

down on her buttocks, encouraging her to fuck the other slave

harder, until Hot Tongue screamed her climax and fell to the

floor, unable to remain on her hands and knees. The fake

penis slipped out of the slave's cunt and Ben immediately

unstrapped it and shoved it in Gina's mouth.

     "I don't think our stud here had a chance to come, men,

and it seems like the bitch on the floor should do something

about it, don't you agree?" Ben pushed the other slave

with his foot until she rolled over on her back, still

panting. He motioned Gina to come to him. "Now straddle her

face, Tits, and put your hot little cunt right on her mouth."

Gina did, lowering herself to just above the woman's lips,

trying not to smother her. "Now the reason this slave is

called Hot Tongue," he said to Gina, "is because she

s got a long, sweet, hot, friendly tongue and we've taught

her to enjoy using it." Then, turning to the woman over whose

face Gina knelt, he said, "Show us how good your tongue is,

bitch, and lick this wet cunt." She immediately obeyed and

Gina rocked back and forth with the dildo still in her mouth

while Ben told her to rub her own tits and the slave gave

Gina's aching pussy the tongue lashing of its life until Gina

came, her body spasming, her cunt grinding into the woman's

chin. She rolled off onto the floor, panting, the dildo

clamped in her teeth.

     The show was over and tomorrow they would reach port.











AT THE AUCTION



     The ship reached port at dark. Gina heard the noises on

deck as the giant hawsers were looped over massive cleats and

pulled taut, securing the ship to the stone pier. Finally the

ship was almost still, at least compared to the voyage

itself. Gina had put on the outfit her master had left for

her. She wore a leather bra with the nipples cut out, a

leather G-string, her collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. Her

collar now bore a metal dog's tag which read:

      "Name: Sweet Tits

       Owner: Captain JTW

       Number: 7847"



     Well into the night, Gina was ordered from the cabin and

led topside. The other slaves were being assembled. They were

lined up in a column and chained together by their wrists

with Gina at the head of the line. A cloak was placed over

each slave's shoulders to conceal her near nakedness. Gina's

master instructed them to follow him and to be perfectly

silent.  They filed down the gangplank and proceeded down the

pier to a ramp leading into a large cattle truck. The slaves

were loaded and the tailgate closed. They sat in silence as

the vehicle slowly rumbled away.

     The trip took some time and they were sore and stiff

when the truck finally stopped and backed up to the door of a

large building. They were led inside and were immediately

blinded by the bright lights in the tremendous warehouse.

People were everywhere, traders assembling their human

merchandise, buyers examining their wares. Most of the slaves

for sale were women, but Gina noticed a few men among them,

cock rings keeping their penises rigid for inspection. While

she waited, she watched a male slave near her being examined.

The customer wanted him for stud, to mate with his bitch

slaves, and the seller unfastened the cock ring and milked

the slave's penis until he came in a small glass container

which was given to the customer, presumably to be analyzed

for potency.

     The captain finally led them to a fenced enclosure and

they were unchained and put inside the caged area where they

were told to remain standing. The sign on the wire mesh door

read, "Reserved for the Property of Captain JTW." He told Ben

to keep an eye on things and went off. He returned shortly

with two dark Arab men, apparently father and son. They

entered the cage and looked over the captain's collection.

One by one they eliminated the slaves for various reasons.

They squeezed breasts, poked their fingers into cunts and ass

holes and asked for demonstrations of obedience from the ones

they examined. They all performed well; their training had

been extensive, but the men were not satisfied. The older one

explained that his son wanted one with very large breasts.

     The captain smiled and led them to the corner where Gina

stood behind some other slaves. He pulled her forward and

untied her halter bra, revealing her huge mounds. The men

stared and the son immediately grabbed her breasts and

squeezed them appreciatively, saying without hesitation, "I

want this one, father!"

     "Yes, yes, my son," he replied, chuckling. "This one has

the udders of a cow for breasts. But is she obedient?" The

captain ordered Gina to offer herself and she quickly did.

The younger man parted his robes and revealed his rigid

penis. Standing over her, he grasped her head and quickly

shoved his cock into her open mouth and roughly used it like

a cunt while Gina endeavored to please him with her tongue.

He came quickly and spurted his semen down her throat. She

immediately licked him clean and resumed her offering

position. The father and son were pleased and when the older

one absentmindedly rubbed his own crotch the captain

immediately ordered another slave to kneel and satisfy his

potential customer while they talked.

     They wanted to buy Gina on the spot, but the captain

said he was bound by the rules of the market to offer her on

the block. They vowed to buy her no matter what the price and

left. As the night wore on, others came to examine the

captain's collection. Gina was shown to other buyers who

marveled at her breasts and used her mouth to relieve

themselves. One said if he acquired her he would certainly

brand her tits with his own mark. Another said he was looking

for a slave to mate to his dogs, other slaves and livestockin

the interest of entertaining his friends. He liked to stage

unusual shows. Yet another was seeking new talent for his

brothel in the city.

     Finally, the auction began and Gina could hear the

auctioneer's voice; apparently English was the univeral

language in consideration of the mix of nationalities present

for the sale. There were loud cheers from time to time and

after an hour or so, the door opened again and the captain's

slaves were taken to the area behind the auction block. One

by one, they mounted the steps and stood in the center,

beneath the spotlights. The auctioneer appraised each bitch,

removing whatever covering the slave wore, lifting her tits,

spreading her legs with his knee, feeling her pussy, holding

up fingers that were usually glistening with proof of

arousal.

     Gina was kept back until only the virgins remained,

covered in long sheer robes. The auctioneer made a great fuss

over the first one and then suddenly ripped off her robe,

revealing her sweet tits and unused pussy.  The audience

loved it and bid madly for the opportunity to be the first to

enter that virgin cunt.  There was a loud voice speaking to

the auctioneer, who finally turned back to the audience.

     "A buyer has made a proposition. If bidding ceases with

his last offer, he will deflower the virgin here, for all to

see and enjoy." There was a huge cheer from the audience.

"Are there any more bids," the auctioneer asked. The crowd

was silent and he pronounced her SOLD. Her new owner mounted

the stage and motioned his new slave to her knees. He was

tall and muscular, his penis enormous as it sprang from his

pants. She opened her mouth, obviously frightened but still

obedient. He slowly slid his shaft into her mouth, stroking

in and out to the roars of approval from onlookers. A bench

was brought forward and he ordered her to kneel on it, her

ass raised. He positioned himself behind her and put the tip

of his hard cock at the opening of her wet virgin cunt. He

toyed with her clit with one hand as he began his assault on

her pussy.

     Working the bulbous head of his prick past the opening

he stroked her small tits, and then, grasping her legs,

lifted her off the bench and in one powerful surge, rammed

his cock deep into her. She screamed, but he quickly

continued his manipulation of her clit and his stroking of

her breasts. She moaned, pain and pleasure colliding. His

fucking continued and she began to respond to the pleasure.

Her training had been good. She had been conditioned to want

a penis in her cunt more than anything else and here it was.

     Now she pushed back against the cock buried in her tight

pussy. He laughed and encircling her with his arms, picked

her up completely, facing the audience with his new slave

impaled on his cock. He fucked her like that, in mid-air, to

shouts and whistles of approval, until he groaned and

trembled, beginning to shoot wave after wave of hot cum into

her. As he did, he roughly massaged her clit, making her

scream again, this time with pleasure. He pulled her off of

his cock and laid her on the bench. Straddling her face, he

ordered to clean his penis with her tongue which she did,

still gasping for breath. The audience applauded wildly as he

then picked up his property, threw her over his shoulder and

strode off the stage.

     The other virgin sold quickly in frenzied bidding. Her

owner claimed her from the stage, declining to entertain the

assemblage with another cherry popping. It was Gina's turn.





Gina is Sold.



     She was led forward and quickly stripped by the

auctioneer. The audience was obviously impressed. Bids were

being shouted out even before the bidding was opened.

"Patience, patience," the man said, hefting one of her heavy

breasts. "First look at this, the prize of the Captain's

shipment. Look at these tits." He had her turn and bend over,

thrusting fingers between her legs to invade her pussy which

was wet with anticipation, and then her ass hole. "And this

ass-a glorious place to thrust your manhood, yes?" The

bidders roared their approval. "Offer yourself, bitch," he

barked and Gina quickly assumed the correct position. More

applause. The auctioneer knew he had a good thing going and

decided to build his audience up even more.

     "Crawl for us bitch, dangle those tits." And Gina

obeyed, traversing the stage on hands and knees, her breasts

dangling like udders beneath her. "I understand she is

extraordinarly obedient," the seller continued. He turned to

Gina still crawling about the stage. "Come here, bitch. Tell

me what you're for?" He held the microphone to her lips.

     "My master's pleasure," she quickly responded.

     "And what are your cunt, ass and mouth for?" he queried.

     "My master's use," Gina answered.

     "And what are you, Sweet Tits?"

     "A bitch cunt sex slave," she recited carefully and

sincerely, "to entertain my owner anyway he wishes." The

buyers went wild and the bidding began. Gina was put at the

front of the stage and instructed to raise a tit in each hand

to afford the bidders a good view. Finally, the pace slowed

and with one last attempt, the hammer fell. Gina could not

see who had purchased her. The crowd parted, as her new owner

strode through to the stage. He was dark skinned and very

large, well over six feet tall and powerfully built. He

mounted the stage and Gina saw his face, set in hard lines.

It was the man who had said he would use her to entertain his

friends which meant she would be mated to animals! She felt

herself shaking with fear but as he snapped a leash onto her

collar and yanked her to her feet, she knew she had no

choice.

     "Come bitch," he said. He dragged her off the stage and

out a side door. She was taken by his servants and tossed

into the back of a small van. Her hands were shackled to an

overhead bar. There were other slaves in the van, three women

and two men. They were all similarly bound. One servant, a

guard Gina thought, took his place in the back of the van and

the vehicle began moving. As they drove, the guard moved from

slave to slave where they sat on the benches, feeling them

all over, kneading breasts, squeezing the men's penises. He

twisted Gina's nipples but she clamped her teeth, not crying

out. He thrust his fingers into Gina's pussy. "The big cocks,

they will fit, yes?" He laughed. "You will make a good bitch

for Al Baneen." He moved on.

     Gina watched as he unshackled another female slave, took

her place on the bench and ordered her to suck him. She knelt

obediently and he grabbed her hair and rammed himself into

her mouth, mashing her face down on his pubic hair, thrusting

hard and fast until he came. He shoved her to the floor and

refastened his pants, then secured her once more to the bar.

     He returned to the rear of the van and as he passed

Gina, he told her, "Don't worry, cunt, your turn will come

soon enough."

                   end of part two



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