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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Voyage of the MS Priapus
Part: 01
Summary: Ruth and her daughters take a cruise on a 
merchant ship.
Keywords: M+Fffg nc oral anal

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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events 
is entirely coincidental.

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 entrance of the port.

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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