Part 2 The Ship

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Part 2 The ShipPart 2 – The ShipMuffled sounds, no motion … stopped.“…’s in the trunk…”“…worth it…”“…ice pussy…”“…amount…”“..ll yours. Enjoy the cunt…”*Click* and once again I felt cool air wash over me. A bird cawed and somewhere distant I thought I heard a bell ding lazily.“You’re right,” stated a deep throated voice, “she does have a nice pussy. Get her cleaned up.”Arms grabbed me again and hauled me up. Open air, sounds, voices. Maybe there were people around now. I had to try. I opened my mouth to scream through the tape gag and began to thrash to try to make some noise. Someone had to be watching. Someone would call the police. Did I want someone to call the police?“MMMMMMMPPPHHHH!” and I writhed against the gripping arms. A sudden impact caught the side of my head and I went sprawling, dazed, back down onto the bottom of the trunk.“Ms. Terrell,” came the deep throated voice again, “You may as well know that there is no one around to help you. You can see I am speaking quite openly and unconcerned with discovery. If you try to resist I can see to it that you spend a very painful time with us. Though it would be nice to preserve your body as much as possible, it is not a requirement for your use. Now be good and you will live.”I heard the words and through the rapidly spreading ache on the side of my face and the disorientation. The world was cloudy but I understood. The arms descended again and this time I did not resist when I was pulled up and slung over someone’s shoulder. They walked with me some distance and then we started going up steps. I heard the cawing of the birds again overhead. A long step and we stomped down heavily. The steps became less steady, a rocking motion. Rocking motion, the cawing, seagulls. I was on a boat! There was some talking in a language I didn’t understand and the sound of a door, no, a hatch, opening. We were inside the boat. There was a hum to the air like an engine thrumming somewhere in the bowels of the ship. More walking, more voices in that unknown language, down some steps, another hatch. The humming was louder here and I heard… frightened whimpering?“Diam Anda pelacur!,” snarled my porter and the whimpering abruptly stopped. There was a sliding clank and I was thrown roughly to a metal floor. I took the impact on my side, jarring my shoulder and then I felt a clipping at the zip ties at my ankles and then my wrists. The plastic strips snapped away and I heard the sliding clank again that sounded like some sort of door. Then the sensation hit me. Agonizing pins and needles as blood once more returned to my starved hands and even more starved feet. As much as the feeling returning was uncomfortable it was a relief to be able to move my arms and legs again. I rolled onto my back and simply lay there, not trusting my fingers to have the control to even remove the bag or the gag yet. I wouldn’t have any strength in my digits for some time.My nose sampled the air, stagnant, with a hint of unwashed bodies. The longer I lay there the more I thought. I had asked for this. I put my wishes out there on the internet for all to see. I’d plastered my address all over my sexy naughty pictures and begged them to take me and they finally had. In the midst of it all, lying on my back in aydın escort what I assumed to be a dingy boat with a bag over my head my right hand began to move, not to the bag or to my gag, but to my pussy.I was scared and alone and I had been sold to white slavers but my clit was starting to purr at me. This was my dream. What were they going to do with me? Fuck me? Certainly. Gang **** me? Unquestionably. Strangers hard cocks forcing their way inside me. I shivered in terror. Goosebumps rose on every inch of my flesh. My clit tingled, was some sick part of me aroused by this? Would they sell me on? Force me to work as a whore in some foreign brothel? My hand slid down over my slit and I groaned against my gag. A queue of sweaty men lined up outside a filthy little room where I was chained to a bed with a cum stained mattress. Christ, I was actually getting a little wet from the thought. It was so vile but I was turned on. I felt sick. A gang of men, cocks in hand slamming my head down on their shafts while they used my cunt and my ass. My hand traced my labia, feeling dampness. What the fuck was wrong with me? Hard cocks fucking me night and day for the rest of my…“Anak yang baik,” said someone a few feet away. My face went red underneath the bag, but my pussy got even wetter.Eventually I assembled enough strength to reach up and remove the bag. The stuffy thick nylon fabric slid away and for a moment I had to screw my eyes shut as even the dim light of the ship’s interior was painful. I took that time to work on the gag which at this point was barely sticky anymore. I slid it down my chin and onto my neck to take my first non-nasal breath in days. My chest rose and fell deeply and I became suddenly acutely aware of how uncomfortable my bra had become in that time. Rolling to my side I reached my hand up under my blouse and jacket to unclip the constraining thing. It took a few moments as my fingers, though reinsanguinated, still lacked for dexterity. Finally my bra let loose with a pop and I felt immense relief as all the chafing bits pulled their teeth out of my skin. It was heavenly.Looking around I could see that I was in a cell. A barred sliding cage door kept me confined inside this small off white chamber. Paint had flaked off in places to leave rust red plaques along the door and walls. Inside the cell was a small toilet, a roll of toilet paper on the floor, and near the door, oh thank god, a cup full of water and a bowl with some sort of oatmeal in it.My stomach growled despite my fear and I wasted no time in seizing both the drink and food and wolfing them down for energy and strength if for nothing else. There wasn’t much flavor to the oatmeal but the substance was imminently welcome. Directly across from me was a blank ship’s wall with a pipe going down what was to me the center frame as shown by my caged doorway. I tried to stand but found my legs and particularly my ankles far too shaky so I crawled towards the door. Grabbing the bars I pulled my face close to try to make more of my surroundings. Outside the cage door was a hallway and as I swept my eyes left and right I could see a line of cells in which mine seemed to be the first. In the cell most immediately across and to the right of my own I could aydın escort bayan see another woman. She sat against the back of the cell with her knees drawn up in front of her. Her head rested on her kneecaps while her arms encircled her shins. I listened for a moment and it seemed to me that she was crying, very quietly.There was little to do but sit and wait. I tested the bars of the door and searched the tiny cell for any area of weakness but everything was welded steel and piping. After about twenty minutes a guard in khaki overalls walked by with a nightstick.“Please sir!,” I shouted at him and he glared at me. He smacked the bars of the door with an echoing clang. With one hand he pointed the nightstick at me and with the other he held his index finger up to his scowling lips. The message was clear. Talk and earn a beating.I had no idea how much time was passing. The guard walked along at his intervals and eventually the man changed to a lean black man in the same khaki overalls. Then I heard dim murmurings and what sounded like steps coming down stairs. There was the sound of a hatch opening and feet came down the corridor towards the cells.It was an asian man in a suit and four other men in khaki overalls. They passed my cell and stood in front of the one with the girl I had seen earlier.“This one for the exhibition,” came the deep throated voice from the suited man. I heard a cell door sliding open, two more steps and the man with the suit was standing in front of my cell door, “and this one for the break room.” A khaki dressed man unlocked and slid open the door to my cell and with another man they barged inside.“Stop,” I managed to weakly say as they hauled me to my feet.“Ms. Terrell,” said the man in the suit plainly, “that is a word that I expect never to hear escape your lips again. In this place you will only say ‘Yes,’ ‘Please,’ ‘More,’ and ‘Sir.’ Sukamo…”One of the men drew a knife and placed it at my throat. “Otherwise Ms. Terrell you will find yourself quite below the waterline with a host of different fish chewing quite merrily at whatever pieces of you they care to tear off. Nod your head if you agree.” The knife pressed so hard against my skin that I thought the man was about to stab my throat through.I nodded.“Yes, Sir.”“Good. Besides, with all the videos I’ve seen of your whorish cunt getting fed to every willing cock in El Paso you should have a fine time. Just remember my dear ‘Yes,’ ‘Please,’ ‘More,’ and ‘Sir.’”They dragged me through many corridors much like my cell. Off white, flecked with rust, and with the odd pipe running by. Whatever ship I was on was not a small one. As we rounded one corner I thought I could hear distant cheering. But I soon stood in front of a nondescript hatchway with what looked to be a fire hose on the wall to one side of it. Taped to the door was a crude cardboard sign which read ‘Break Room’ above and two words in a language I did not know below. Presumably it was the same phrase repeated.The door was hauled open and inside I saw a bed bolted to the floor with a filthy mattress in an empty room with a drain on the floor. One of the men shoved me roughly inside and I stumbled and fell to the ground. I heard a clinking sound and the two men came in after me. escort aydın One of the men grabbed my ankle and slapped one end of a pair of handcuffs with an exceptionally long chain around it. The other manacle of the handcuffs he affixed to the rail of the bed. Oh god… I think I knew what this was. Then the men laughed and grabbed me.A ripping tear and my jacket was off, I began to scream but then remembered what the man in the suit had said and my scream became a gurgle in my throat. Moments more and the shreds of my blouse were removed and kicked away, I trembled uncontrollably in their grip. My unclipped bra was discarded after that and the hatch door was closed behind the two men.I looked on in terror as both men undid their belts and zippers. Their hard cocks sprang forth and the first man grabbed my shoulders and spun me around before driving my face down into the mattress. I felt like every muscle in my body was going to rip itself apart with tension as I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy lips. There was no pause as he rammed its length into me. I yelped at the shock and pain and tried to thrash. The man r****g me grabbed my hair and pulled back hard and my arms flailed uselessly at the air.‘Just let it happen,’ I thought, ‘fight and they’ll kill you, just let it happen. They’ll finish and it will be over.’ Then the second thrust tore through me.The bed, despite its being bolted to the deck creaked with my every violation. The man kept a firm grip on my hair throughout as he continued his assault on my cunt. Bitten off screams and hoarse grunts escaped my mouth as I tried to hold in my panic and senses. Finally, I heard the man grunt and I felt the wet warmth sliding into my pussy. My eyes welled with tears as he flung my head into the stinking mattress. Then the second man knelt behind me, and it all began again.I was in hell. The hatch opens, the hatch closes. An old r****t leaves, a new r****t enters. My pussy and asshole must be bleeding I am sure. My breasts ache from being gripped so hard and often. I find out what the hose is for when a shock of cold water sears across my ass as some new violator finds his meat not clean enough for his liking. I try not to look at them as I sob and feel them force their way into me.At one point I am pulled up and made to kneel as one man slaps my tear streaked face with his dick. He pulls out a knife and presses his cock head against my lips. I would rather swallow gasoline right now but with a sob I open my mouth as he shoves his dick into the back of my throat. I can feel the bile rising as I gag and start to throw up but he withdraws and repeats it again and again. On the third thrust I can’t manage any longer and vomit onto the floor. The man grabs my hair and hauls me up. He slaps me hard across the face and shoves his cock down my throat again.I do not know how long it has been. I am exhausted, curled on the damp floor of the deck letting out tired little sobs. My body is moist and chilled by the cold water. I dare not try to sit for the pain between my legs. My face, ass, and tits are covered in cum. I want to throw up but there is nothing left inside me, and yet I am so thirsty it burns.The hatch opens again and I curl tighter into a ball. No more, please no more. I hear a metallic sliding sound as objects are placed on the floor and a deep basso voice calls out mockingly “Terima kasih untuk bersenang-senang malam…” followed by full bellied laughter. The hatch shuts, and the light goes out.

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