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Voyage of the MS Priapus
Part 01
By
Norm DePloom
Ruth hid her disappointment as she and her daughters
settled into the two cabins they had booked on the
cargo ship MS Priapus. They had boarded the ship at
the Port of Stockton. Ruth had always been amused
by the 'California's Sunrise Seaport' on the bottom
of the sign over the port's entrance.
As Captain Hoover accompanied his guests up the
gangplank, he had informed them that there were
other passengers expected; a man traveling with his
son, the Captain had said, and an older retired
couple that often sailed with him.
On the way to their cabins, Captain Hoover had taken
the woman and her daughters on a tour. He took them
through the dinning room where all members of the
crew, and the passengers ate. He had assured Ruth
that she and her daughters would dine with him at
the officers table. The Captain took the four of
them to the bridge and explained the various
instruments and controls. The officer who was
manning the bridge saluted as the Captain and owner
entered. Ruth noticed that his uniform seemed to be
just as worn and threadbare as the Captain's.
The ship seemed to be a bit old, the cabins were
smaller and more Spartan than she had imagined them
being but, all things considered, she didn't see any
problem being on board the small cargo ship for a
couple of days. The ship's name 'MS Priapus' seemed
slightly disreputable, but Ruth had no idea why she
thought that. Ruth chuckled as she went next door
to her girls' cabin, Captain Hoover had reminded her
of Santa Clause. His mane of red hair and full red
beard were well on their way to turning white. The
'Santa Clause' appearance was completed by the
small, round, wire-rimmed glasses that rested low on
his nose. The threadbare appearance of his
'uniform' had contributed to the feeling that he
was, at the most, an overly friendly but harmless
puppy-dog of a man who would probably entertain them
with endless stories of his adventures as a ship
owner and Captain.
Ruth stayed in with her daughters for a few minutes
to share the excitement of starting their long
planned adventure. To be honest Janet, her oldest
daughter was coming under protest, but it would only
be two days aboard the ship, then a month with
Ruth's parents in Los Angeles. The return trip to
central California would be on Amtrak. Jenny, her
youngest daughter, and easily the most excited by
the prospects of an adventure, had her map spread
out on the floor where she was using her finger to
trace, for the thousandth time, the course of the
deep-water channel that ran through the rich delta
farm lands from Stockton to the San Francisco Bay.
All four of them were surprised when they felt the
ship move.
Ruth, followed by her three daughters, found her way
back to the bridge, and tried to ask why they were
leaving sooner than expected. Captain Hoover
dispatched a young junior officer to show the
passengers to the observation deck, above the
bridge, where they could watch without getting in
the way. Janet immediately began to flirt with
their escort.
"What's your name," Janet asked, not quite rubbing
against him.
"James, what's yours?" The young man gave Janet
such a frank looking over that she backed off. He
shrugged, then continued to the group. "You can
watch from up here while we get underway." Ruth and
her daughters moved over to the side of the
observation deck indicated by the young officer.
"The pilot's already on board." Janet, having
gotten over the shock of the unmasked sexual desire
she had seen in the young officer's eyes, was once
again standing beside him.
"I thought pilots flew airplanes?" Janet looked up
at the young man.
"They have to have a pilot who's familiar with the
local water ways." Jenny, the youngest girl said
rolling her eyes with disgust for her older sister's
ignorance. Janet tried to signal her youngest
sister to shut up, without taking her eyes off 'her'
officer. "This one will take the ship through the
deep water channel to San Francisco bay," Jenny
continued, happy to show off her knowledge, "then
another pilot will take them through the bay and out
into the Pacific ocean." Ruth pushed herself
between her oldest daughter and the young officer.
Thank god, it'll only be a couple of days, Ruth
thought as she grasped the rail.
Announcing that he had to get back to work, James
left the mother and daughters on the observation
deck and headed back down the Stairs to the bridge.
As they watched, two tugs carefully moved the
freighter away from the dock and into the turning
basin, where they turned the ship one-hundred-eighty
degrees. They heard the engines rumble, and felt
the ship vibrating before they saw any noticeable
forward motion.
"We're never going to get to San Francisco at this
rate," it was the first thing any of them could
remember Joan, the middle sister, saying since they
boarded the ship. "This is just too boring." Joan
turned and headed towards the stairs. "I'll be in
the cabin," she said back over her shoulder,
"reading my book." Joan's mother and sisters stayed
on the observation deck watching the delta farmlands
slowly drift by.
No matter how beautiful the delta might be, the
others eventually grew board with the view and
joined Joan in their cabins. Janet played games on
her Gameboy; Joan red her book; Jenny spread her
maps out on the cabin floor and did her best to keep
track of the ship's location; their mother took a
nap in her cabin and rejoined her three daughters
just in time for dinner.
The food was good, and plentiful. The entire crew
ate together in the dinning room. The officers sat
together at one table with the passengers. The
officers all introduced themselves, then Captain
Hoover asked Ruth to introduce her daughters.
"This is my oldest, Janet," Ruth said, indicating
the daughter furthest from her.
"And how old is Janet?" Captain Hoover asked
looking at Ruth.
"I'm sixteen," Janet informed the Captain.
"I was speaking to your mother." Captain Hoover
informed the girl with a stern look.
"She's sixteen," Ruth repeated weakly.
"Yes?" Captain Hoover said, encouraging her to
continue.
"This is Joan, my second daughter, she's fourteen,
and this is Jenny, my youngest, she's twelve." Ruth
was a bit disturbed by the way Captain Hoover's eyes
lingered on her youngest daughter. Thank god it'll
only be a couple of days, she thought as her
attention returned to the food on her plate.
"Why, Mrs. Danellie," Captain Hoover said with a sly
smile, "you couldn't have been any older than Janet
is now when you gave birth to her." Ruth could feel
her face turning bright red as all the officers
paused to look at her.
"W...w...well," Ruth stammered, "maybe just a little
older." Ruth could feel her face continuing to turn
red with the admission that she'd been only a
teenager the first time she got pregnant. She was
relieved further embarrassment by her youngest
daughter who began peppering the Captain and
officers with questions about navigation and ship
handling.
"What happened to the other passengers, if you don't
mind me asking?" Ruth asked Captain Hoover during a
short pause in her youngest daughter's interrogation
of the officers.
"Not at all, Ruth, may I call you Ruth?"
"Yes, of course."
"Mr. and Mrs. Hanford decided to travel down to Los
Angeles by air, visit some friends then join us for
our trip through the canal." Jenny, who had lost
interest in the discussion as soon as it turned from
nautical matters to other passengers, perked up as
soon as she heard the words 'the canal'.
"I'd love to go through the Panama Canal."
"I'm sure you will, someday," the Captain directed
his response to Jenny.
"And the other passengers?" Ruth asked, refusing to
let the conversation get hi-jacked by her youngest
daughter.
"Well," chuckled Captain Hoover, "it seems there was
some legal question concerning the relationship
between the man and the boy," the other officers
joined in the mirth, "not that we would concern
ourselves about such a matter, but the Port
Authority seemed to think it was important.
Something about a crackdown on sex tourism." Ruth's
growing ill-ease was not lessened by the cavalier
attitude of Captain Hoover and his officers
concerning sex tourism.
"What kind of flag is that on your ship?"
"It's a Karimun flag," the Captain answered.
"Karimun?"
"Yes, it's a small Indonesian island-nation."
"Do you do a lot of business with ah, Karimun, was
it?"
"Yes it's Karimun and, no, I don't do any business
there other than pay my ship's registry fees. And
those I pay by mail. This ship has never been
within a thousand miles of Karimun."
"It's called a flag of convenience, mom," Jenny
added, obviously embaressed by her mother's display
of nautical ignorance.
"I'm sure your youngest daughter can explain it all
to you," Captain Hoover said. "We will be entering
San Francisco bay around nine o'clock this evening,
if you wish to enjoy the view of the city lights
from the observation deck, I'd suggest a sweater or
coat." The Captain looked at his passengers. "You
know what Mark Twain said about San Francisco?"
"No," Ruth said as she and her daughters shook their
heads.
"He said," the Captain continued with a broad smile,
"that the coldest winter he'd ever experienced was a
summer in San Francisco."
"The name of your ship, Captain, 'MS Priapus', what
does that mean?"
"My ship is named after a Greek God," Captain Hoover
answered, then left the room.
The lights, reflected on the bay waters were
beautiful, they all agreed on that. Even if the
rest of the trip was miserable, Ruth thought as she
gazed at the lights and their twinkling reflections,
seeing this is worth it. Ruth and her daughters
stayed on the observation deck until the shadowy
hulk of the Golden Gate Bridge moved silently over
their heads and shrank behind them. They watched
the cliffs widen, spreading away from the ship as
the 'Golden Gate', the entrance to the San Francisco
Bay, gave way to the Pacific Ocean, then succumbed
to the numbing affects of the cold wind and headed
back to their cabins.
"We should have the coast in sight on the port side
of the ship all the way to Los Angeles." Jenny
announced to the room as she looked at her maps.
"Which side is the port side?"
"The port side is the left side of the ship when
your facing the bow. I've told you that about a
hundred times." Jenny tried to remain patient with
her oldest sister.
"Is the bow the front or the back?"
"It's the front, I keep telling you, the back is the
stern."
"Then why don't they just call it the front of the
ship? Or just call it the left side of the ship?"
Jenny gave up trying to explain nautical terms to to
her sister and went back to her maps.
Ruth was awakened by a pounding on her cabin door.
She could hear a faint 'momma, momma..." between the
bangs. Getting out of her bed, Ruth rushed across
the cabin and opened the door to see what the crisis
was.
"We're going the wrong way," Ruth's youngest
daughter announced as soon as she opened the door.
"What do you mean 'going the wrong way'? How can
the ship be 'going the wrong way'?"
"I mean the ship is going the wrong way," Jenny
insisted, she was obviously agitated by her
discovery.
"How do you know the ship is going the wrong way?
Did the Captain or one of the officers tell you we
were going the wrong way?" Jenny walked across the
cabin and sat on her mother's bed.
"As soon as I woke up this morning I went up on the
observation deck," Jenny explained to her mother, "I
was up there for awhile before I realized that
something was wrong, and that I couldn't see the
coast off the port side of the ship." Ruth was just
as confused as her oldest daughter about what the
'port side' of the ship was, but it had been her
understanding that the coastline would always be in
view during the trip.
"I'm sure Captain Hoover has a very good reason for
going further out in the ocean than we thought,"
Ruth said, trying to mollify her youngest daughter,
"we can ask him at breakfast. I'm sure there will
be a perfectly good explanation." Jenny looked
dubious, but went back to the cabin she shared with
her two older sisters. Ruth looked out the cabin
window, she had no idea whether the window was on
the port or starboard side of the ship, but she
found the sight of nothing but water as far as she
could see disconcerting. Pulling on a sweatshirt
and matching sweatpants, Ruth slipped on a pair of
sandals and headed for the observation deck.
Jenny was right, no matter what direction she looked
Ruth could not see anything but water. Finding the
sun, Ruth looked east and still saw nothing but
ocean. While she was facing east Ruth tried to
remember if south was to her left or right. She
imagined herself back home in her backyard, "that
way is south," she said out loud, lifting her right
hand and pointing. As best as she could estimate
the ship was traveling in a south westerly
direction. She told herself that the explanation
she had offered her youngest daughter could still be
true, but she didn't really believe it and, for the
first time realized how helpless she and her
daughters were; four females on a ship with, she
estimated, thirty males, and no way to escape.
Ruth knocked on the door to the bridge and demanded
to see Captain Hoover, if he really is a Captain,
she had added under her breath. The officer on duty
informed her that the Captain was not available, but
her was sure she would get all her questions
answered at breakfast. Agitated and frustrated,
Ruth went back to her cabin. A few minutes later
there was a loud knocking. When she opened the door
her three daughters rushed in. Janet was in tears,
Joan appeared to be terrified, and Jenny was angry.
Through the confusion, tears, and everyone talking
at once, the story slowly unfolded. Janet had gone
out, headed for the observation deck, she must have
taken a wrong turn and ended up in a hallway with
the young officer, James, and a couple of
crewmembers. Despite her tears and begging, the
three men had backed her into a corner and were
grouping her breasts with their hands under her
blouse when Joan and Jenny, having heard their
sister crying discovered the scene. In the
confusion of having been caught the three men ran
off and the three girls ran to their mother's cabin.
All four of them decided to forgo breakfast and stay
locked in the cabin. Ruth did her best to keep her
daughters calm; her own lack of serenity was
exponentially increased when she remembered that
Priapus was the god of male erections. At
lunchtime, Ruth used the cabin phone to call and ask
if their lunch could be brought to the cabin. The
voice on the phone informed them that this was not a
luxury liner and if they wanted lunch, they could
come to the dinning room like everyone else. Ruth's
daughters all voted to go without lunch and stay in
the cabin. As the dinner hour approached, they all
knew, without having to discuss it, that they could
not stay locked in the cabin forever. They all
jumped simultaneously when the cabin phone rang.
"Hello," Ruth answered with a tentative, quavering
voice.
"This is second officer Phillips," the gruff male
voice said, "Captain Hoover has asked me to inform
you that he expects you, and your daughters, in the
dinning room in five minutes." The voice paused
then continued. "If you are not in the dinning room
in five minutes members of the crew will be
dispatched to fetch you and bring you to the dinning
room. Trust me, Ruth, you don't want to be fetched
by this crew." There was a click and the line went
dead. Ruth's hand was trembling so violently she
had trouble hanging up the phone.
"What is it mother?"
"We've been ordered to come to the dinning room."
"We wont go," Jenny said indignantly, "we will stay
right here with the door locked."
"No, honey, we can't. If we don't come to the
dinning room they will break the door down and take
us there." Ruth held out her arms and all three of
her daughters hugged her. "I'm sorry," she said
with tears streaming down her cheeks, "I am so
sorry."
The crew and officers were much rowdier than they
had been the night before. Most of what the
crewmembers said Ruth could not understand, and what
she could understand she wished she didn't. 'Which
one is ours?" Seemed to be the crews main question,
and it was being asked in several languages. With
her arms around her youngest and her middle
daughters, and her oldest daughter walking beside
the youngest, Ruth and her children walked through
the barrage of obviously offensive comments to stand
in front of the Captain and his officers. Ruth
desperately tried to think of something, anything
she could say that would stop the inevitable rape of
herself and her daughters.
"Please," Ruth begged falling to her knees, "do
whatever you want to me, but don't hurt my
daughters." Even as she said the words, Ruth could
hear how idiotic she sounded. Captain Hoover
laughed. He laughed so hard his stomach shook and
he had to wipe tears from his eyes.
"Ruth," he said as he leaned forward and took her
hands in his, "you and I both know that there is
nothing you can do to stop us from doing whatever we
want to you and to your daughters." Janet and Joan
were clutching each other for comfort while tears
streamed down their cheeks. Jenny, the youngest was
standing with her arms folded looking defiantly at
the officers, not a tear could be detected in her
eyes or on her cheeks.
"You have nothing to negotiate with. You can't
bargain with your cunt, we already have that. You
can't bargain with promises of cooperation, because
most of these men are hoping you won't cooperate."
Ruth remained on her knees in front of the Captain
who continued to hold her hands in his as he spoke
in a low serious tone.
"What you are going to do now, is climb up on this
table and take off your clothes so that all of us
can see your naked body."
"No," Ruth said softly as she tried to pull away.
She had, some time around the middle of the
afternoon, reconciled herself to the inevitability
of getting fucked against her will, but climbing up
on a table and stripping in front of all these men
was something else entirely. "I can't do that."
"You have to," Captain Hoover said, using a tone
that could easily been mistaken for concern for her
wellbeing, "there's a whole range of things that can
happen to your daughters, ranging from mildly
unpleasant to horrific. It all depends on you."
Ruth no longer thought that Captain Hoover looked
like Santa Clause. Now she was sure he looked more
like a demon. Ruth climbed slowly to her feet.
Using her hands for support she climbed up onto the
table. She swayed, and almost fell then steadied
herself.
"Take it off cunt," the voice came from one of the
crewmen sitting on the other side of the room. Ruth
was acutely aware that she had nothing on except the
sweatshirt and sweatpants she'd been wearing all day
without even a bra or panties underneath. For some
reason she did not have time to analyze, Ruth was
afraid the men watching her undress would think that
she was a slut because she wasn't wearing underwear.
Suppressing her fear and anger, Ruth took off her
sweatshirt and sweatpants as matter-of-factly as she
could manage then stood with her arms folded looking
down at the floor so she would not have to see the
lust in the eyes of the men.
"Well boys," Captain Hoover said once Ruth was
naked, "she's all yours." Twenty men
rushed the table and pulled her down. Ruth's feet
never touched the cold steel deck as the swarm of
men carried her through hallways and down stairways.
Her ass and breasts were well explored during the
trip; rough hands mauled her body while calloused
fingers pinched and pulled her nipples. Even before
they reached their destination, her legs were pulled
open and fingers began to explore her cunt and ass.
Ruth turned her head when she heard heavy objects
hitting the deck and saw one of the crew clearing
off a table, carelessly pushing everything onto the
deck.
One ugly little man seemed to be in charge, giving
orders to the crewmembers in several different
languages. After she was deposited on the table in
the crew quarters, her arms were pulled over her
head. Tilting her head up, Ruth watched, helpless,
as rough hemp rope was tied to her wrists. Using
her legs, they pulled Ruth towards the end of the
table. With her ass hanging half off one end, they
tied the ropes securing her wrists to the table legs
at the other end. Even as more rope was produced to
secure her legs, one man on each side of the table
each grabbed one of Ruth's breasts with both hands
and, squeezing them until Ruth cried out in pain.
Leaning over their sobbing victim, the two men began
to suck and chew on Ruth's nipples. Working around
the two nipple chewers, the rest of the crew tied
Ruth's legs after spreading them painfully wide and
bending them back until she was almost bent in half.
"We are not going to fuck you in random order," the
man who seemed to be in charge told Ruth as the
first crewmember prepared to enter her widespread
cunt. "To insure maximum pleasure for everyone,"
Ruth doubted that she was included in the 'everyone'
for whose pleasure this man was concerned, "we are
going to fuck you in the order of our cock sizes."
The man was now standing at the end of the table,
beaming down at Ruth. "I will be the last one."
Looking over her head, Ruth saw that the man's
hardening cock did not just bulge the front of his
trousers, but formed a thick growing ridge in his
pants leg that seemed to reach half way down to his
knees. The men all around her were already pulling
swelling cocks from their pants and lining up,
stroking their dicks while they waited their turn.
As the first man approached her, Ruth tried to pull
away, but the rough hemp rope dug into her tender
skin and held her securely in place. Almost out of
her mind, Ruth began sobbing and begging the men not
to fuck her. Ignoring her pleas, the first man in
line rubbed the head of his cock up and down Ruth's
pussy, which, in spite of her terror and pain, had
become wet. Thrusting his hips forward, he became,
without knowing it, the first man to fuck Ruth
against her will.
Jenny watched her naked mother being carried from
the room, she felt like telling her two older
sisters to snap out of it, but knew it would do no
good. Jenny turned from her cowering sisters, to
glare at the officers still seated at the table.
Jenny noticed Captain Hoover watching her. She knew
he had been watching her since they had boarded the
ship. Jenny had been through 'dangerous stranger'
lectures every year at school, and had no doubt what
Captain Hoover's intentions were.
"Phillips," Captain Hoover addressed his executive
officer, "give the oldest one to the junior
officers, you take the middle one and bring that
young morsel to me." While her two sisters
continued to cling to each other and back away from
the approaching men, Jenny walked over to Captain
Hoover, not bothering to hide her insolence and
anger. Already attracted to Jenny's young age, her
fearless challenging stance added to her appeal.
"Sit down," Captain Hoover said, indicating the
chair just vacated by Mr. Phillips. Jenny stood her
ground and glared at the man. "It would be best if
you learned to take orders." Jenny shrugged, then
sat in the chair next to the Captain. "I assume
you're old enough to know what's going on." Captain
Hoover said after a moment of silence.
"Yes, I know what's going on."
"Your mother is down in the crew's quarters getting
fucked by twenty men." Captain Hoover chuckled, "it
will probably be several days before she goes for
more than a couple of minutes without a cock inside
her." Jenny was still putting on a brave face, but
Captain Hoover noticed her lip trembling. "Do you
know if either of your sisters have been fucked
yet?"
"No," Jenny looked at the man sitting next to her,
he was discussing the rape of her mother and sisters
without even a hint of it meaning anything to him.
"No, they haven't been fucked yet, or no you don't
know if they've been fucked yet?"
"I'm sure Joan is still a virgin, and I think Janet
is."
"And what about you, have you been fucked yet?"
"No." Jenny said with icy anger.
Mr. Phillips, obviously preferring to rape young
girls in private, had disappeared with Joan. The
other officer's were playing a game with Janet.
They had surrounded her and were pulling and ripping
at her clothes. Every time she would try to move
away from one of her tormentors, she would move
within reach of another one. Her blouse was torn
almost off, and one of her small breasts was hanging
out the bottom of her bra cup. Jenny looked over at
Captain Hoover; he seemed to be enjoying the cruelty
of his officers. Janet's face was contorted with
tears and fear, Jenny could hear her begging the men
to leave her alone between sobs. Jenny swore a
silent oath that no matter what this man did to her
she would never let him see her crying, or hear her
beg for him to stop.
"Let's go see how your mother is getting along with
the crew," Captain Hoover said standing up. After
waiting for a moment, Captain Hoover grabbed a
handful of Jenny's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"Unless told otherwise," he explained to the young
girl, still holding her by a handful of hair, "you
will always accompany me where ever I go. If you
ever make me wait for you when I stand up to leave a
room you will receive a beating, do you understand?"
Jenny nodded her head, indicating her understanding.
"Just like everyone else on this ship," Captain
Hoover continued, pulling Jenny's head back so he
could see her face, "you will always address me as
sir and answer with yes sir, or no sir, do you
understand?"
"Yes sir."
Captain Hoover released Jenny's hair then turned and
walked from the room. Jenny followed. The
officers, engrossed in their game of tormenting
their virgin before fucking her, paid no attention
when Mr. Phillips left with his share of the booty,
or when the Captain left with his. Several times
Joan managed to break out of the circle of men and
would be pursued around the room. Even after they
had managed to rip all of the clothes from Janet's
body, they continued chasing their naked sixteen-
year-old victim around the dinning room, grabbing at
her breasts, or swatting at her fanny when they
caught her.
Once she was naked Janet's tormentors began hold her
for a minute or two each time they caught her;
allowing their fellow officers to more thoroughly
grope her virgin body before they would let her go
only to chase her down once again like a pack of
hounds after a fox. The game of cat and mouse
continued until the 'mouse' remained crouched in the
corner of the room, sobbing on the edge of hysterics
and refusing to move. The 'cats' gathered around
their victim and discussed in great detail exactly
what each one of them was going to do to her over
the next few hours. Janet was beyond even
attempting to fight back when the ship's officers
finally picked her up and, spreading her naked body
across one of the tables, prepared to follow through
on all the 'promises' they had made to her.
Joan clung to her older sister and wept as she
watched their naked mother carried from the room.
For Joan, her older sister had always represented
safety. Janet had always protected her from the
older kids at school, and had often taken the blame
for things at home even when they were Joan's fault.
Their mother's third pregnancy, after their father
had left, pushed the two girls even closer. Seeing
her older sister helpless had disturbed Joan almost
as much as had the sight of their naked mother being
carried of by a group of men bent on rape. Joan
wailed even louder when she was torn from her
sister's arms. A large, disreputable looking, not
especially clean man held her with one large hand on
the back of her neck. The hand was so large it
wrapped completely around her neck and the thumb and
fingers met right over her windpipe. The hand held
her neck so tight it felt like her head was going to
pop loss and roll across the floor. Holding his
young prize by the back of her neck, Mr. Phillips
marched the girl across the dining room and into the
hallway leading to the officer's quarters. Pausing
only to open the door to his cabin, Mr. Phillips
closed the door behind him then lifted Joan by her
neck.
With just her toes touching the floor, and unable to
turn her head, Joan felt the hand as it began to
pull at her clothes. She felt the blouse, which was
supposed to go over her head, rip as it tore from
her body. She felt the hand slip under her bra
between her small breasts and pull until the clasp
broke behind her back. The straps scraped down the
back of her arms, then it was gone. She felt the
hand work her shorts and panties down her legs until
they were low enough that her own struggles took
them the rest of the way to the deck.
Joan felt the hand move over her naked skin. It
moved from one breast to the other, then down across
her belly to her crotch. It moved from her crotch
around to her fanny, then back around to her crotch.
Joan scratched and pulled at the hand around her
neck as the other hand moved back up her body to her
breasts.
When the hand stopped touching her, Joan watched,
from the corner of her eye, as Mr. Phillips
unbuckled and unzipped his trousers, then let them
fall down his legs to the deck. She saw his cock
sticking straight out from his body. It looked huge
to Joan. She had never seen a cock before so she
had no idea whether this one was abnormally large or
not, but, to her, it looked huge.
The hand stroked the large cock several times before
it returned to Joan's naked body and, after roughly
pinching her nipples, moved back down to her crotch.
Then, with one hand in her crotch and the other
holding her neck Mr. Phillips picked the young naked
girl up and tossed her onto his bed with no more
apparent effort than it took Joan to toss one of her
dolls onto a bed. Mr. Phillips climbed onto his bed
and placed his hand on the front of Joan's neck,
pinning her to the mattress. Holding her legs open
with his body, Mr. Phillips once again explored the
young girl's body with his free hand. He spent long
minutes watching the fear on her face while his hand
moved from her breasts to her virgin pussy then back
to her breasts again. During all of this, the man
did not say a word to his naked young victim or make
any sound at all.
Growing tired of just touching, Mr. Phillips grasped
the base of his cock and, without removing the hand
that held her by the neck, or taking his eyes from
her face, he found her young pussy with his
cockhead, and began to rub up and down the virgin
slit. Mr. Phillips enjoyed the fear and pain he saw
on Joan's face every bit as much as he did the feel
of his cock forcing her virgin cunt open.
Once in the hallways, Captain Hoover let his right
arm rest over Jenny's shoulders, his thumb moved
gently back and forth over her right nipple as they
walked towards the crew's quarters. Jenny quickly
lost track of the turns of the hallway, the doors
they were going through, and the stairways they went
down. The trip would have been confusing enough
without the rhythmic brushing of her nipple, Jenny
found it hard to think of anything else with her
nipple crinkled and standing out as if it wanted to
increase its contact with the Captain's thumb. They
went through a last doorway and Jenny froze, until
Captain Hoover moved her further into the room. The
room was filled with bunks stacked three high on top
of each other. To their left the crewmembers were
gathered round a table. While she could not see her
mother, Jenny already knew that she was on the
table. Jenny tried to hold back, but Captain Hoover
moved her across the room and, as the men moved
aside for him, up to the edge of the table. Jenny
gasped and once again tried to pull away, her mother
was lying naked on the table, and her arms were over
her head with each of her wrists tied to a table
leg. Her legs were pulled up and apart. Ropes ran
from each bent knee to the corresponding table leg.
"Oh, god, please no," Ruth said as she turned her
head to the side away from Jenny, tears streamed
from her eyes and sobs wracked her body. A large,
giant of a man was standing at the other end of the
table, his trousers were down around his ankles, he
held each of Jenny's mother's ankles and used them
to steady himself while he thrust his hard cock in
and out of her pussy. Unable to escape, Jenny moved
closer to the Captain and tried to bury her head
against his body.
"No honey," Captain Hoover said, forcing her to turn
her head towards the table, "watch while they fuck
your mother." Captain Hoover grasped the small
breast under Jenny's blouse with his right hand,
which was still hanging over her shoulder. His cock
hardened both from the view of Ruth being viciously
fucked, and from the feel of the small cone of firm
flesh that was under his hand. Just the size I like
them, Captain Hoover thought, nothing but a small
cone with a large sensitive nipple on top.
Exploring it with his fingers, he could tell that
Jenny's small breast was almost half nipple.
Despite her revulsion, Jenny became fascinated by
the site of the man's hard cock moving in and out of
her mother's pussy. Jenny had never seen another
woman's pussy, not even her sisters, and she'd never
seen a man's penis except in a picture one of her
school friends had shown her once. The Captain's
fingers gently stroking her nipple sent chills over
her body and caused a warm wet sensation between her
legs. The same sensation she enjoyed so much when
she rubbed herself before going to sleep at night.
The large man held himself deep in Ruth's body while
his hips made several short thrusting motions, he
moaned and spoke loudly in a language Jenny had
never heard before. Several of the men gathered
around the table, apparently waiting their turn,
laughed and spoke back to him. When the man's body
relaxed, Jenny watched as he pulled himself from her
mother's body. His cock was thick with large veins
running up the sides under the skin and it glistened
with her mother's pussy juice and the cum of the men
who had gone before him. As the next crewmember
positioned himself, Captain Hoover changed
positions, moving behind Jenny so he could watch the
show over her head while he wrapped his arms around
her sides and gently fingered both of her small
breasts through her blouse.
"Watch this," Captain Hoover talked softly in
Jenny's ear as his fingers pulled gently on her
nipples, "watch his cock sliding into your mother's
cunt." Jenny, out of curiosity leaned forward just
slightly so she could watch the big red head on the
man's cock push her mother's pussy lips open.
"No, don't," Ruth moaned as one of the men on the
other side of the table pinched and twisted her
nipple. Jenny moaned and leaned back against
Captain Hoover as his large warm hands completely
enveloped her small breasts.
"Don't you just love the sight of a hard dick
sliding into a wet pussy?" He whispered in her ear.
Jenny could feel the Captain's cock growing hard
against her back. She tried to imagine what it was
going to feel like when Captain Hoover's cock
penetrated her. As she watched, Captain Hoover
moved his hands from her breasts, down across her
belly, then curved his hands so his fingertips
pushed between her thighs. Jenny bent her knees
slightly, making more room for the Captain's hands
as his fingers moved across her clitoris. The
crewmember had established a firm rhythm, fucking
his cock in and out of Jenny's mother.
"When your ready," Captain Hoover said, "pull out so
our little Jenny can see what it looks like when a
man's cock cums." The man nodded his understanding,
without breaking the rhythm of his fucking.
"Feel your mother's breast," the Captain ordered
Jenny.
"No," Jenny whispered pushing back against him.
"If you don't do as your told," he whispered,
pushing harder against her cloth covered clitoris
and virgin pussy as he moved his fingers back and
forth over her crotch, "these men will start really
hurting her." Jenny moaned softly then reached out
with her right hand. "That's it," the Captain
encouraged, "feel her nipple and make it hard." As
Jenny gently felt her mother's nipple and breast
with trembling fingers, the Captain continued to
firmly caress Jenny's crotch with his right hand,
and moved his left hand back up over her belly,
slipping it under her shirt to massage her small
breasts. Still holding her mother's nipple in her
fingers, Jenny leaned her head back against the
Captain's chest. Jenny's hips began to move in a
small, gentle rocking motion. She hated herself for
responding to the Captain's touches while her mother
was being treated so badly right in front of her,
but she could not bring herself to stop the motion
of her crotch against the invading fingers. Her
nipples had never been touched by another person,
and Jenny had never imagined that it would feel so
much better than it did when she touched them
herself.
"Watch," the Captain hissed in her ear. Jenny
opened her eyes; the Captain was practically holding
her off the floor by her crotch. The man fucking
her mother pulled his hard cock out and, grabbing it
with his hand, held it while large gobs of thick
white fluid spewed from the slit topping its large
red head. The cum splattered on Jenny's mother's
stomach and pooled in her belly button. Feeling
very detached from the scene in front of her, Jenny
wondered how much of that stuff had already been
pumped into her mother's body, and how soon some of
it would be pumped into hers.
They stayed long enough to watch the next
crewmember's cock force its way into Ruth, then
Captain Hoover and Jenny left the room. As they
walked back through the hallways towards the dinning
room, he kept his arm tightly around Jenny's waist,
and his hand on her small breast under her blouse.
Jenny could see the bulge of the Captain's hard cock
in the front of his trousers. When the Captain and
Jenny returned to the dinning room, they found the
officers going at Jenny's sixteen-year-old sister
two at a time. Instead of being tied lengthwise,
they had laid her across the table with her ass
hanging off one edge and her head hanging backward
off the other. On one side of the table, James was
squeezing her breasts rather roughly while he forced
his cock into her mouth. On the other side of the
table, another officer held Janet's legs spread
apart and folded back until her knees rested on the
table and was fucking her with wild abandon. It
wasn't until they approached closer that Jenny
realized the officer's cock was fucking in and out
of her older sister's ass instead of her cunt. Up
until that very moment, it had never occurred to
Jenny that a person's ass could be fucked.
The Captain paused briefly to enjoy the sight of his
officers fucking their prize, then moved on through
the door on the other side of the room that led to
the officers sleeping quarters. Mr. Phillips was
just coming out of his cabin as the Captain and
Jenny passed. Through the door, Jenny could see her
fourteen-year-old sister sitting on the bed naked,
hugging her knees to her chest, and rocking back and
forth while she wept.
"One of the tightest young cunts I've ever fucked,"
Mr. Phillips said to the Captain as he passed.
"Glad to hear it," Captain Hoover replied with a
chuckle as he opened the door to his own cabin.
Jenny felt a wave of fear sweep over her as the
cabin door closed behind them but kept it from
showing on her face. She was still determined never
to let any man see fear on her face. Captain Hoover
sat in the swivel desk chair then pulled the young
girl over to stand in front of him. Without saying
a word, he began to unbutton her blouse. Jenny
could see the outline of his hard dick on the front
of his trousers as the Captain parted her blouse and
slid it down her arms to the deck. Placing a hand
on each side of her waist, Captain Hoover pulled the
twelve-year-old girl closer and gently sucked on her
right nipple. Jenny moaned as it hardened in his
mouth, she could feel the wet warmth growing more
intense between her legs and knew, without being
told, that this Santa Clause looking man would be
very happy when he finally discovered just how wet
she was.
Captain Hoover began to work Jenny's shorts down her
legs as he switched his mouth to her other nipple.
When her shorts dropped to the deck around her
ankles, Jenny stepped out of them without being
told. Releasing Jenny's nipple, the Captain turned
and pushed books and charts off the center of his
desk then, placing his hands back on her waist,
lifted Jenny and sat her on the space he had just
cleared.
"Lean back and spread your legs," Captain Hoover
ordered quietly as he pushed her into the position
he wanted. Jenny leaned back, resting on her
elbows; the Captain lifted and spread her legs.
Jenny blushed as her legs opened and her young pussy
was exposed, for the first time. Captain Hoover
adjusted his desk light to shine directly into
Jenny's crotch then, using both hands, he gently
pulled her open. Jenny gasped in surprise, then
moaned with pleasure as the Captain leaned forward,
kissed and then licked her young cunt. He
continued, working his tongue up to her clitoris,
which he flicked with his tongue tip then gently
sucked. Then he worked his tongue back down the
folds of her virgin pussy. When he reached the
bottom of her cunt, the Captain kept going until his
tongue reached her ass. Jenny sucked air sharply
into her lungs when she felt the tip of his tongue
wiggle into her tight anal sphincter. She leaned
her head back against the wall behind the desk.
Never in all the times she had touched herself, had
she ever thought that it would feel so much better
to have someone else touch her. Never, even in her
most troubling imaginations had she ever thought
that someone would want to put their tongue on her
pussy, much less her ass. Jenny's fear and anger
were temporarily gone, all she felt was the
excitement of Captain Hoover slipping the tip of his
finger into her ass while his tongue probed deeply
into her pussy and sucked excitedly on her hard
swollen clitoris. Jenny quickly lost track of how
many orgasms she had while the Captain used his
tongue and finger on her pussy and ass, all she
could do was to moan incomprehensibly and rock her
hips to fuck her ass on the invading finger. By the
time Captain Hoover pulled his finger from Jenny's
rear, and removed his tongue from her wet, open
pussy, the young girl was more than happy to get on
her knees and, after unzipping the Captain's fly and
pulling his hard cock into view, take its head in
her mouth. It was Captain Hoover's turn to sigh and
moan as Jenny's untrained mouth and tongue worked on
his dick. With the excitement of watching Jenny's
mother and older sister being raped by his crew,
plus the thrill of eating virgin cunt, Captain
Hoover new that it would not be long before he
spewed his cum into Jenny's mouth.
"When I cum," the Captain told Jenny, petting her
hair as if she were a favored dog, "swallow it."
The thought turned Jenny's stomach, but what choice
did she have? "Just think how much jizz your mother
is going to be swallowing. She'll have it oozing
from every hole she has for next couple of weeks."
Captain Hoover chuckled; the thought of Jenny's
mother oozing cum seemed to amuse him. Moments
later the Captain held Jenny's head in place with a
hand on each side, as his cock began to jerk and
pulse, sending streams of sperm into the twelve-
year-old's mouth. Jenny swallowed rapidly and
discovered that the actuality of eating a man's cum
was not nearly as bad as she had imagined it would
be.
"Hold it in your mouth," Captain Hoover instructed,
"until it starts to get soft." With her hands
resting palm down on the Captain's thighs, Jenny
held his spent cock in her mouth waiting for it to
shrink. "Your pretty good for a twelve-year-old
virgin," the Captain continued as he removed strands
of hair from her face, "by the time we get to
Singapore, you'll have a million dollar mouth."
Releasing the Captain's dick, Jenny looked up at his
face.
"Singapore?"
"Yes, that's where we plan to sell our currant
cargo." A sudden chill ran down Jenny's back, she
thought it best not to ask what cargo they were
planning to sell.
Ruth wished that she could have died rather than
have her daughter see her being raped by these men.
By the time that evil man had brought Jenny in to
see her mother's degradation, Ruth had already lost
count of how many men had pumped their vile cum into
her pussy. She was relieved when the Captain had
taken her daughter out of the room. She wept
bitterly, not because she was being raped
repeatedly, but because she knew that the same fate
was being played out for all three of her daughters.
Shortly after Jenny was taken out of the room the
ugly little man who seemed to be in charge of her
gang rape, the one with the biggest cock, dropped
his pants and stood beside her stroking his monster
right above her face.
Ruth had fucked the first time when she was her
middle daughter's age, she had continued, pretty
much nonstop, until she got pregnant three years
later. Ruth had always figured she'd gotten her
share of cock, but she'd never seen one the size
this ugly little man was waving in her face. She
could not believe that it would fit inside her body.
He rubbed the bottom surface of its large head up
and down over her face while another crewmember came
inside her dripping, over fucked cunt, then pulled
out to make room for the next man. The rest of the
men gathered around to watch as the ugly little man
moved down to rub his huge dick on her nipple. They
seemed to be getting excited by the idea of watching
this monster being forced into her.
"Even after all these cocks," he said as he
continued to rub himself on her naked body, "you're
going to feel like a virgin again when I put this
inside you. You're going to be thankful these men
stretched you, and thankful for their cum to
lubricate you when my monster goes inside you. When
I'm done fucking your slutty little cunt," he said
as he leaned close enough for Ruth to smell garlic
on his breath, "we're going to start all over on
your ass." The man stood back up and stroked his
huge hard cock with both hands. "I just wish I
could put this in that little girl of yours, you
know, the one the captain had in here earlier."
Everyone in the room, except Ruth, laughed at the
man's joking. "But the Captain wouldn't want his
most valuable piece of merchandise ruined by this
monster."
"Oh, god, no," Ruth wept as the meaning of the man's
statement sank in, her mind went numb from shock
when she realized that these people intended to sell
her and her daughters into sexual slavery. Ruth
would have gladly become a sex slave herself, she
would have gladly allowed herself to be fucked to
death in some foreign whore house if it would have
saved her daughters. She would rather die though
than to spend the rest of her life being fucked by
strangers and knowing that her daughters were
suffering the same fate. Ruth's tears, her
realization of her and her daughters' fates, seemed
to act as an aphrodisiac on these men, the last two
to fuck her before the ugly little man, pounded
their large cocks into her cunt with additional
viciousness.
"He gives you to us," the man said, as he rubbed the
head of his cock up and down her cum dripping cunt
lips, "because you are the least valuable of the
merchandise. Our fucking you will not reduce your
value anymore than it already is." As he talked,
the man began to thrust his cock inch by inch into
Ruth's body. "He will probably just give you away
as a door prize when he auctions your daughters."
Ruth gasped every time the man forced another inch
of his cock into her. Her pussy felt like it was
being stretched to the ripping point. The men had
gathered round to watch and were chanting in a
variety of languages. The ones speaking English
were saying "All of it, all of it..." Every thrust
brought additional pain to Ruth.
"Stop, oh god please stop," Ruth begged shaking her
head back and forth. But every time she felt the
relief of the huge cock being pulled partway out of
her, it was followed by yet another brutal thrust
even deeper into her abused body. Just when she
knew that one more thrust would cause her to scream
in agony, Ruth felt the ugly little man's pubic hair
grind against her raw over-used pussy lips and knew
that she had taken the monster inside her. Ruth
suddenly felt triumphant, like she had just won a
miraculous victory against overwhelming odds.
Janet was not aware of her youngest sister's
presence when she and Captain Hoover stopped on
their way to his cabin. Partly because her eyes
were covered by James' balls while he manhandled her
breasts and and fucked her mouth; partly because she
was verging on a catatonic state. She had
experienced all the terror and mis-use she could
stand, and was practicing her own brand of dis-
associative therapy. She no longer fought her
attackers, and would stay in whatever position she
was placed in until they moved her. In many ways
she was rapidly becoming the perfect victim, she no
longer cared one whit, which holes the men fucked,
or how many of them fucked her at the same time.
Her thighs, breasts, and face glistened with the not
quite dry cum of the MS Priapus officers. The only
time she was without two cocks fucking her, was
when the officers were discussing how they were
going to fuck her next. While the crew below decks
preferred the straight forward, standard, linier,
one at a time, pulling a train kind of gang fuck,
the officers were more interested in seeing how many
of them could fuck a particular girl at the same
time. That or doubles team fucking. This night
they were involved in a rousing tournament of
doubles team fucking. They had each put a hundred
dollars into the pot, then drew names to create
their doubles teams and the order in which the teams
would fuck their new 'Cum Dump'.
When Captain Hoover and Jenny came through the
dinning room, on their way from watching Jenny's
mother getting fucked to the Captain's cabin where
Jenny would get her virgin pussy licked for the
first time (and discover how great it felt to have
her ass fucked by the Captain's finger), the
officers were nearing the end of the first round of
their fuck tournament. James and his partner were
the next to last team to fuck Janet in the first
position. Just after Jenny and the Captain left the
room, James had, as the rules required, pulled his
cock out of Janet's mouth and shot his cum onto her
breasts. After the final team finished fucking the
Cum Dump, a nick name which would stick with Janet
as long as she was on the ship, they turned her over
onto her stomach. For the next round. When James
and his team mate were once again 'up', James, since
he had been the 'mouth man' on the first round, got
to choose whether he wished to fuck the Cum Dump's
cunt or ass while his team mate became the mouth man
for this round. Every team alternated the member
who was the mouth man each round. With every other
round each player would get to choose, depending on
the position of the Cum Dump, to fuck either its
pussy or its ass.
There were two critical points during each round of
competition. As each team finished, the next team
had to be able to 'salute the Dump' with erections
within five minutes or they would be dropped from
the tournament. After they had begun fucking the
Cum Dump, they had to produce at least a few drops
of ejaculate to be eligible for the next round.
During the tournament each participant was required
to cum on the face, breasts, stomach, or back of the
Cum Dump each time, in order to prove that they had
'done their duty' and weren't 'faking it'.
The MS Priapus had managed to build a cadre of
officers who gave credit to the god for whom the
ship was named; men able to achieve and maintain
erections on a truly Olympian level. Men who seemed
to produce prodigious quantities of seminal fluid.
So great was their prowess that the first five
rounds of fucking were referred to as the
preliminaries. Any man who failed, even once, to
make it to round six would be hounded from the ship
in shame and humiliation. The second five were
referred to as 'separating the men from the boys'.
The rounds after number ten were considered to be
the real contest where the remaining officers would
battle it out with cock and cum for first place.
For every one of them the bragging rights were far
more important than the purse. In those final
rounds of play it was common for one team member to
get on his knees and help his teammate, through oral
and manual means, to attain the erection needed to
salute the Dump one more time.
Mr. Phillips was not a subtle, or kind, man. He was
used to taking what he wanted when he wanted it.
The idea of seducing or wooing a female in order to
get her cooperation in the act of fucking her was
totally foreign to his nature. He had no problem
paying women, at least when you paid them, they
spread their legs and you could fuck them without
worrying about such subtleties as names, or ages, or
whatever the fuck else a woman might want to talk
about before or after getting fucked. Rape appealed
to him also, it had all the advantages of
prostitution and did not cost him any money. As far
as Mr. Phillips was concerned the only purpose
served by the female body was to provide him three
holes to fuck.
After fucking Joan's fourteen-year-old virgin cunt,
Mr. Phillips left her naked and weeping on the bed
in his cabin and went back into the dinning room for
a cup of coffee and a little entertainment watching
the tournament. Mr. Phillips liked watching young
girls getting gang fucked almost as much as he liked
fucking them himself. He watched most of round two
while he drank his coffee, then went back to his
cabin and found young Joan curled up in the fetal
position, softly crying. Mr. Phillips smiled, and
chuckled softly, the naive little girl had,
unwittingly placed herself in almost the perfect
position for him to fulfill his perverse desires.
Joan pulled herself into a tighter ball when Mr.
Phillips climbed onto the bed and laid down beside
her.
After opening his trousers and spreading lubricant
on his swelling cock, Mr. Phillips rolled over and,
putting his arms around the ball of young teen age
girl laying on his bed, held her in that position
while he lined the head of his hard dick up with her
exposed ass hole. Joan's soft whimpering quickly
turned to body wracking sobs as her virgin anal
sphincter stretched to accommodate her attacker's
large, hard, cock. Joan's struggles, trying to
break free from Mr. Phillips' enclosing arms,
increased his pleasure emminsly. Mr. Phillips loved
the way a little girl's tight hole would grip and
massage his hard dick when they tried to fight him
off. He laid on his side, holding her ass fully
impaled on his cock until she exhausted herself and
laid still in his arms. Then he began to move,
fucking the entire length of his cock in and out of
her freshly stretched hole until, unable to hold
back any longer he shot his second load of cum deep
in her violated rectum.
Jenny wiggled like a naked little puppy when she
climbed onto Captain Santa Clause's lap after her
first experience sucking cock. Having her pussy
licked and her ass finger fucked had felt so good
Jenny would have laid on her back and opened her
legs in welcome if the Captain had asked her to. She
snuggled her face against his full beard and spread
her legs without being told when his exploring hand
moved up her thigh. She wanted him to touch her
again, she didn't ever want him to stop touching
her. Jenny moaned softly and kissed the Captain's
neck when the tip of his finger pushed gently
between her pussy lips. She could feel the
Captain's half-hard cock nestled in her ass crack
and gently flexed her butt muscles to massage it as
he pushed his finger deeper inside her body.
"You're such a little slut for a virgin," Captain
Hoover chuckled as his cock began to re-harden in
response. Jenny had only heard slut used as a bad
word, something insulting to call a woman during an
argument. At least that's how her father had used
it, in reference to her mother, before he left them
for good. But, when the Captain called her a slut
he made it sound like a good thing. If enjoying
having this man's hands touch her everywhere, and
enjoying him sucking on her nipples, or having his
tongue on her pussy, and his finger up her ass, or
loving the feel of the underside of his cockhead on
her tongue, made her a slut, then she was a slut.
More than anything else, Jenny was sure that it was
the eagerness with which she was anticipating having
the Captain replace his finger with the cock that
was hardening against her butt, that made her a
slut.
Captain Hoover removed his finger from Jenny's wet
young pussy then adjusted her body so his hardening
dick stuck up between her legs, its length laying
along her cunt lips. Jenny giggled at the sight,
then closed her legs to keep the rod of warm flesh
in place and began to move her hips causing her
pussy to rub against the shaft of the Captain's cock
while her clitoris rubbed on his cockhead. While
Jenny humped against the Captain's hard dick,
Captain Hoover supported her head with his left hand
while he gently pinched her nipples with his right
hand and, bringing her lips to his, tasted his own
cum while he explored her hot wet mouth with his
tongue. Jenny was rapidly discovering that she was
a very orgasmic young girl, no sooner had she begun
to rub her clitoris against Captain Hoover's
cockhead, than she began a series of orgasms. Each
orgasm grew in intensity as she wrapped her arms
around the Captain's neck and sucked on his invading
tongue as if her very life depended on it. Captain
Hoover pulled his mouth away from Jenny's and,
lifting and turning the twelve-year-old, spread her
legs and lowered her back down toward his lap.
"Yes," Jenny moaned, almost crying with eagerness to
have the Captain's cock inside her body.
"Yes," she said again as she reached down between
their bodies with her right hand and by instinct
grasped the shaft of his hard cock and directed it
into her more than ready pussy.
"Yes," she said again as the head of his dick
separated and stretched her virgin cunt lips.
"Oh, god, yes," she said once more as the entire
shaft slipped into her.
Ruth soon discovered that the ugly little man not
only had the largest cock, but was also the most
brutal rapist. The man fucked her already abused
cunt like he was trying to beat a confession out of
a prisoner. His grin grew with every whimper and
moan of pain. The more Ruth begged him to stop, the
more brutally he slammed his huge hard cock into
her. When he finally came, buried deep inside her
pussy, he ejaculated with such force and volume that
Ruth, for the first time in her life, actually felt
the fountain of cum drenching the walls of her cunt.
As soon as he pulled his spent weapon from her body,
the rest of the crew untied her wrists and legs then
pulled her from the table. Ruth's break from the
onslaught of hard dicks did not last long. Standing
her at the edge of the table, they pushed her over,
bending her at her hips and laying the top half of
her body face down over the table. The rough hemp
ropes were tied around her ankles and her legs were
pulled painfully far apart then lashed to the table
legs. Once her legs were secure they used her arms
to pull her across the table until her head and
breasts hung over the opposite side. Retying the
hemp ropes to her already raw wrists they pulled her
arms down tight and secured them to the table legs
on that side. One member of the crew grabbed a
double hand full of Ruth's hair and made sure her
head could be pulled up far enough to get a cock in
her mouth. Satisfied that her face would be
available for later pleasures, the man released her
hair and let her head hang while he walked around
the table to join the rest of the crew.
Ruth's entire body was shaking with fear. She had
started fucking at a young age, but she had never
let a man put even a finger or his tongue, much less
a cock, anywhere near her ass. More than one lover
had been bid a permanent farewell because they would
not respect her 'no touch' rule. The very idea of
someone touching her there made her queasy, and the
thought of a cock going in her ass terrified her.
That ugly little man with the monstrously large cock
had caused almost unbearable pain when he fucked her
cunt, a cunt through which three babies had been
born and seventeen years of fucking accomplished.
If it hurt that much in my pussy, Ruth trembled with
the thought, how much is it going to hurt when he
puts it in my ass? Ruth felt her butt cheeks being
pulled apart, there was laughing and comments in
several languages as what she at first thought was a
cock, then decided must have only been a finger
forced itself into her. So much cum and cunt juice
had flowed down over Ruth's ass that the finger
slipped in with very little resistance. The finger
fucked slowly and deeply into her ass, then back out
several times before it was pulled out completely.
"What do you think?" A voice asked.
"I think she's a virgin." The ugly little man
answered. Ruth could not believe the general
happiness that news seemed to inspire in the
crewmembers, and she just knew that knowing she was
an anal virgin would not make them be gentler.
Janet had no idea what was happening to her. She
remembered being on her back on the table while men
fucked her, and being on her stomach on the table
while men fucked her, and now she was on her hands
and knees on the floor while men fucked her. Her
entire body seemed to be slick and sticky with the
cum the men who were fucking her had spewed on her
skin. She had no idea how long they would continue
fucking her, or what would happen to her after the
men finished fucking her. Up until a few hours ago
Janet had only dreamed about fucking. Now, she
could not have told you how many men had fucked her,
or how many times they had fucked her. Up until
today Janet had been confident of her ability to
control people, and her life, now she knew beyond
doubt that she was not even in control of her own
pussy.
Mr. Phillips held his cock deep inside the fourteen-
year-old's ass while he pumped his second load of
cum into her. Joan had long since stopped
struggling, and lay in her attacker's arms limp and
compliant. Mr. Phillips did not pull his spent
weapon from the young girl after his orgasm, but lay
holding her close while he enjoyed the warmth and
tightness of her ass. While he enjoyed the
sensations Mr. Phillips ran his hands up and down
her naked body, more as a ritual of ownership than
from any desire to bring pleasure to the girl. This
little slut was his to do with as he pleased until
they docked in Singapore. After a few minutes Mr.
Phillips' cock began to grow and re-harden inside
the girl's ass. Mr. Phillips put his right hand
over the right side of the girls body and, pushing
his hand between her thighs, completely covered her
pussy as he held her secure by her crotch. With his
left arm wrapped under here body, Mr. Phillips
pinched and pulled on her nipples while he once
again began fucking her ass. With all the urgency
dissipated by the first two fucks, he settled into a
slow steady rhythm. He would slowly pull his cock
from the girl's body until just the head was held
tight by her sphincter, then slowly push it back in
until his pubic hair mashed against her stretched
ass. While the hand in her crotch was primarily to
hold her snugly against him as he enjoyed his
leisurely fuck, it did rub and put pressure on her
clitoris and pussy. After a few minutes the small
girl began to move her body, gently, experimentally
pushing back against the invader.
From the moment Captain Hoover's shaft entered her,
Jenny was addicted to cock. Placing one foot on the
chair on each side of Captain Hoover's legs, Jenny
wrapped her arms around his neck and, pushing her
tongue into his mouth, began to pump herself up and
down on his hard cock.
"Slow down honey," the Captain said, taking his
mouth away from Jenny's and grasping her by the
waist with both hands to guide her motions. "Your
instincts are good, but you have to learn what the
man likes and adjust yourself to that." Jenny
stared into Captain Hoover's eyes with solemn
seriousness, looking for all the world like she was
having the secrets of he universe revealed to her,
while she continued to fuck up and down on his cock
with a much slower, less frantic pace.
"At different times I like different kinds of
fucks," Jenny nodded her understanding and continued
to fuck while she waited for him to continue.
"Right now I want a nice slow fuck that will last a
long time." Jenny smiled at her teacher, fucking
for a long time sounded great to her.
"Sometimes," Captain Hoover continued pulling his
pupal's cunt all the way down on his cock and
holding her there, "I like to keep 'The Captain'
buried in a cunt without moving at all. Jenny
nodded her understanding with an accompanying frown
of doubt. "Yes," her mentor continued, "it can take
hours to cum that way, but when you do cum you feel
like your whole body is turning inside out."
"But that's for another day," Captain Hoover said,
starting Jenny moving once again, fucking slowly up
and down on his cock.
"And sometimes," he continued, gently moving some
hair out of Jenny's face, "I will slam you against,
or onto whatever surface is available and fuck
whichever hole is handy without any concern whether
you enjoy it or not. Jenny could not imagine not
enjoying having a cock in her body, no matter what
the circumstances. The lecture seemed to be over,
so Jenny laid her head on her Captain's chest and,
with his beard tickling the top of her head,
continued her slow, steady, methodical, fucking of
his dick. Although she let him know each time she
orgasmed, Jenny was careful to never allow her
pleasure to interfere with her fucking. Captain
Hoover slid his hands up from Jenny's waist until
his palms covered her small breasts, Jenny put her
hands on top of his to hold them there.
"I'm going to cum," she whispered. Captain Hoover
watched the pleasure flow over Jenny's face as her
nipples hardened against his palms and her tight
young cunt throbbed and clasped at his hard cock
while she continued her steady fucking without
interruption. Captain Hoover slid his hands under
Jenny's arms to her back, pulled her forward until
she was laying against him, then slipped his hands
down to her firm young fanny. Spreading her butt
cheeks, Captain Hoover slipped his finger back into
the young girl's still virgin ass and was rewarded
with a soft moan and another shiver of pleasure from
her firm naked body. Jenny picked her head up from
Captain Hoover's chest and looked deeply into his
eyes.
"I think you've turned me from a virgin to a slut
with just one fuck."
"I think you were already a slut," Captain Hoover
answered with equal sincerity, "just waiting to be
awakened." They fucked, moving together in erotic
union until Captain Hoover anointed her cunt walls
with their first sperm. After her final orgasm,
Jenny fell asleep in her Captains arms with his
slowly softening cock still inside her quivering
pussy. Jenny moaned and frowned in sleepy
disappointment when her cunt's first cock slipped
from its grasp. Captain Hoover laid the naked, just
fucked twelve-year-old on his bed, zipped up his
trousers, and went back to the dinning room to see
how the doubles fuck tournament was progressing.
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