Xth Dimension

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                             SOLD 4 SEX

 Gina was bored with the party, bored with her friends,and frankly,
 with her life. Her job was a relative dead end and the men she dated
 were almost all classified in her own mind as losers or just
 nonentities. She had no difficulty attracting lovers; she was
 beautiful by anyone's standards. But when they left her apartment
 after a night of post-dinner sex, she was always relieved to see them
 go since their pitiful attempts to please her sexually only left her
 aching for something more.

 "So who will it be tonight," she wondered, casting about in the crowd
 for a likely bed partner. She was horny, without doubt. The scotch
 and the suggestive art on the walls of this New York loft apartment
 had made her warm, very warm. The paintings and sketches showed every
 conceivable sex act and were characterized by extreme male dominance
 over his female partner. One painting, hanging in a dark corner,
 showed a woman firmly secured to a framework while one man invited
 another to take her from behind.  Looking at it, she felt her pussy
 grow wet.

 A voice behind Gina startled her. "You like that one, don't you?" he
 said.

 "Yes," she admitted, somewhat reluctantly. "It makes you...."

 "Horny?" he asked.

 Gina nodded, a bit embarrassed that he had noticed her fascination
 with the picture.  "It's because they're taking what they want and
 she's receiving what she needs," he said in a vaguely foreign accent.
 She looked at him more closely. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair
 and eyes. Without warning, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard,
 grasping her ass and pressing her hips hard against him. She could
 feel the bulge of his cock against her stomach. She started to
 protest his failure to even ask first, but his tongue forced its way
 between her lips and she decided she didn't really care.

 "You need a master," he smiled, pulling away after the long and
 probing kiss, "someone who understands what you need." He pushed her
 gently but firmly against the wall and cupped her large breasts in
 his hands, kneading them, looking directly into her eyes as he did
 so.  Gina felt almost faint with pleasure at what this stranger was
 doing so boldly. He lifted her skirt, yanked her panties down and
 thrust his fingers into her wet pussy. The thought that someone might
 actually notice what they were doing in the corner of the room made
 his invasion of her body even more arousing for Gina. She knew she
 wanted this man.

 "You need to be taken," he continued, stroking her wet lips with one
 hand and squeezing a breast with the other."You need to be used and
 disciplined and trained to please your master with your body.  Don't
 you?" He slipped three fingers into Gina's now dripping pussy.  She
 gasped with pleasure. She needed his cock in her.

 "Yes," she managed to whisper, a bit afraid of his game, but too
 aroused to extricate herself from the spell he cast. "I want you to
 fuck me now!  Please!  We'll go to my apartment."

 "I prefer my place," he said, smiling at her, "you have a great deal
 to learn, my little slave."

 Gina didn't know what he meant, but she didn't really care about the
 nuances of role playing. She just knew that this powerful, handsome
 man, who took what he wanted instead of asking, excited her more than
 any man she'd ever met.

 She followed him to the rickety elevator in a daze. When the door
 closed, and they started the slow descent, he unceremoniously ripped
 open her blouse, popping the buttons and released the front hook
 securing her bra.  Her heavy 38D breasts fell out and she began to
 insist that they wait. But his look warned her not to interrupt. He
 unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and ripped her
 panties easily. She stood there, as the elevator creaked along,
 wearing only her stockings and garter belt. He fondled her breasts
 almost roughly.

 "I like these tits," he said. "They're like cow tits to be milked.
 Just then the door opened and, to Gina's extreme embarrassment, two
 couples stood there gaping at her naked body. But her new friend just
 laughed and winked at the men,"She couldn't wait 'til we got home,
 wanted me to do her right here, the little nympho. Sorry you guys are
 taken...I could use some help with her!" The men laughed nervously,
 still leering at Gina's exposed pussy, while their dates tugged at
 their arms. Gina was blushing as he led her from the elevator and out
 to the deserted street where a limousine waited. An even taller and
 more powerful looking black man in a chauffeur's uniform held the
 door for them, openly appraising Gina's body as he did so.

 "She's a nice one, Captain, great tits."

 Gina was more than a little offended that her date's employee boldly
 referred to her breasts in such a crude manner, but her friend seemed
 not to mind at all, reaching around her for one and weighing it in
 his palm. "You're right, Ben, they'll attract a great deal of
 interest." He pushed her toward the chauffeur, who grabbed her other
 breast and squeezed it hard. Gina tried to pull back from this
 unwelcome mauling, but her escort merely held her in place.

 "Tell him to stop this!," Gina said, indignant now and starting to
 struggle against the hands which grasped her. "Just because I wanted
 to go home with you doesn't mean I want to be handled by your
 driver!"

 "You'll be handled by anyone I choose," her date said matter-of-
 factly, "because you're a horny slut, starved for the right kind of
 discipline." He turned her around facing him and forcing her thighs
 apart, rammed three fingers into her pussy. The chauffeur was behind
 her now and he quickly stepped behind her and grabbed a breast in
 each hand, squeezing and rubbing them roughly, an act which made Gina
 weak with pleasure, despite her anger.

 The man spoke again, his fingers stroking in and out of her.

 "You don't care who it is who fucks your wet cunt, do you?" Gina
 didn't answer, still unsure as to whether she was irritated or turned
 on by all this, and he repeated the question as Ben pinched a nipple
 hard to elicit a response. Gina was forced to admit that she didn't
 really care at that point.

 She was hotter than she'd ever been in her life and Ben seemed to
 know that her biggest weakness was having her breasts really handled
 and mauled, because he continued doing just that, mashing them
 against her chest and pressing the nipples with the tips of his
 fingers.

 "No, I guess I don't care," she murmured.

 "Don't care what?" he asked.

 "I don't care who fucks me, OK?" Gina was impatient. She was even
 willing to screw the chauffeur if they would just get on with it.
 Besides, there were still people around and she felt embarrassed
 standing there between the two men while they handled her like some
 kind of toy.

 "That's precisely what I thought," he said, "but from now on you will
 address me only as 'Master' and obey me without question. Do you
 understand?"

 Gina was perfectly willing to play this little game if it got her
 closer to his bed and a hot cock in her pussy. "Whatever Master
 wants," she said teasingly, reaching for the bulge in his pants. He
 knocked her hand away. "You don't reach for a man's cock until he
 tells you to," he snapped. "But don't worry, you'll get what you need
 very soon." And he pushed her into the car, getting in beside her.
 Ben got into the driver's seat and they pulled away.

 She was ordered to kneel on the wide floorboard. "Now my little cunt,
 I'll give you a taste of what you want." He told Gina to unzip his
 pants but when she reached for the zipper he pushed her hands away.
 "Use your teeth cunt, work for it!" So Gina did, struggling with the
 zipper until it was all the way down and then pulling his underwear
 aside until his enormous prick popped out. She was awed by its
 dimensions but immediately attempted to get the huge prick into her
 mouth. She finally settle for licking the shaft hungrily but this was
 not satisfactory to her "master."

 "You had better learn to service your master's manhood properly,
 cunt," he said and grasping Gina's hair he forced his prick between
 her lips and into her mouth, almost choking her, pulling out enough
 to let her breathe. "Now, since you have failed to please me with
 your mouth, I will simply use it to relieve myself." And he began
 stroking in and out of her mouth as if it were a vagina, banging the
 head of his massive prick into the back of her throat, fucking her
 face without pause until he spurted his hot cum down her throat and
 all over her face and breasts. He told her to lick his cock clean and
 then rub his cum into her tits. Gina did, feeling her pussy juice
 running down her thighs, so great was her arousal.

 "Now?" she said, looking up at him.

 "Now, what?, he asked. Gina was ready to beg.

 "I need your prick in me," she said, adding the word "Master" to
 please him. "Please fuck me, Master."

 "You need any prick in you, don't you slut," he laughed, in the tone
 of one speaking to a child. But I'm not in the mood to use you." He
 touched the intercom, "Ben, stop the car somewhere quiet." The car
 soon came to a halt and the door opened.  "Ben, she needs fucking.
 Care to relieve yourself?"

 Gina was shocked. She wanted her new friend, but he didn't want her
 and now he was cavalierly offering her to his driver. She started to
 protest once more. Her new master slapped her, not hard, just a light
 stinging, but she was even more shocked.

 "Listen, my little cunt, I will offer you to whomever I choose and
 you will spread your legs for any cock, especially right now when I
 can see your juice running down your legs. You've already admitted
 that you'll fuck anything to satisfy yourself, and even if you
 didn't, if Ben wants to use you, he is quite welcome." Gina could
 only stare at him until another slap made her realize that she was
 expected to respond. "Yes,master," she half-whimpered. Then Ben was
 ordering her out of the car and without any preface, he pushed her
 face down over the trunk, spread her legs with the toe of his boot.
 "I'm gonna enjoy you, bitch," he taunted.  "Tell me how much you want
 my big rod in your hot little box, bitch!"

 "I want you," she stammered, quickly adding "Master."

 "You want me to what?" he pressed her, spreading her legs even father
 apart while unzipping his pants. "Tell me what you want, slut!"

 "I want you to fuck me, master, fuck my cunt." Gina was slightly
 hysterical with the need to achieve an orgasm and with the fear of
 these strange men. "Fuck me please!" And Ben did, plunging his
 equally large and erect penis deep into her slippery hole. And he
 began stroking, ramming her like a bull mounting a cow. Her nipples
 were hard against the cold metal of the car, her breasts mashed by
 the pressure of Ben's assault on her pussy while her abused her
 verbally and made her continue to beg for it. She didn't care. His
 cock filled her aching sex and finally she felt her own orgasm
 approach and she came screaming as his cum boiled into her.

 She felt herself being lifted and placed in the soft seat of the car,
 then a sharp prick in her arm and a hand squeezing one of her
 breasts. The words faded away, "They'll like this one...," someone
 was saying.

 Gina awoke in the dark. She was groggy, disoriented. Her last
 memories were indistinct, but her tender pussy testified that she had
 indeed been fucking someone. She tried to move and discovered she
 couldn't. Her hands were tied above her head somehow and her ankles
 were also secured. Fear washed over her. Where was she? She realized
 she was naked under some sort of coarse blanket and there was a
 sensation of movement, as if the whole room were rocking. She assumed
 it was the scotch she had so freely consumed making her stomach
 heave. She remembered the stranger and his driver and being taken on
 the trunk of the car but nothing more. She pulled against the bonds
 to no avail and finally shouted out.

 "Hey, where am I? What's going on...the game's over guys, ok? I want
 to go home. Hey, somebody!" No response.  Time passed, Gina didn't
 know how long. She heard a noise and called out again. This time she
 saw a glimmer of light and a curtain was pulled back. It was the
 stranger from the night before and the light revealed that she was in
 some sort of bunk, concealed by a curtain. Now he was dressed in a
 turtleneck sweater, slacks and, of all things, a captain's hat. Gina
 tried to be indignant despite her restraints and demanded that he
 release her.

 "Look, last night was interesting and all, but I'm tired of the game
 and I want to go home. Maybe we'll do it again sometime, but just let
 me out of here, OK. It's not fun anymore and I'm tired and hung over
 and I just want to go home, get a bath and sleep in my own bed." The
 man just laughed and, taking the blanket covering Gina, tossed it to
 the floor, revealing her naked body. Seating himself on the edge of
 the bunk he reached for one of her breasts and rubbed it
 appreciatively. She tried to squirm away from his grasp but her bonds
 were too tight to permit much movement. Her reaction only made him
 grip her breast more firmly, and a bit painfully.

 "You are home, my sweet little bitch," he finally answered her. "At
 least for the time being."

 "What are you talking about?" Gina demanded, a new wave of fear
 spreading through her insides as he continued to manipulate her
 nipple between thumb and forefinger.

 "Your "home" as you call it is wherever I choose, since you are now
 my slave to do with as I please." He switched to her other breast. "I
 really do like these tits," he said matter-of-factly, "and so will my
 customers. Since you need a name of my choosing, I think I'll call
 you Sweet Tits'."

 Now Gina was truly scared. This man was crazy, talking about slaves
 and customers and nonchalantly fondling her at the same time. "You
 can't do this," she said angrily, her voice breaking, "this is
 kidnapping, it isn't a game anymore.  I demand that you release me
 right now! I don't know what you're in to, but I'm not in the mood!"
 Instead of being taken aback, he merely laughed again.

 "Of course this isn't a game, my dear. It's business--my business. I
 deal in pretty, fair skinned, female slaves and you and the other
 women on my ship are merchandise. It's as simple as that." Slowly,
 his words sank in. His ship, merchandise, slaves...she had indeed
 been kidnapped and, my god, yes, the motion she felt was that of a
 ship underway.  How would she escape? She struggled again and
 screamed at him. "You can't be serious. You can't possibly get away
 with this. They'll be looking for me and I left the party with you.
 They'll find out who you are!"

 "Oh, but you're wrong. No one will miss you for at least a couple of
 days. You've no family except a couple of distant cousins. You often
 miss work because of weekend binges of drinking, drugs, and trying to
 find something to fill that hot pussy of yours. As for me, no one at
 that party knew me and they'll barely remember which man you left
 with. When someone does get around to asking the police, they'll
 question a few people, assume you went off with a man who ended up
 raping and probably murdering you, and list you as a missing person
 for a while. Then they'll forget about it. New York is a rough city.
 Lots of things can happen."

 With deepening horror, Gina realized that everything he said was true
 and also realized that he knew a great deal about her for a
 "stranger." He seemed to know what she was thinking. "I study all my
 prospective merchandise," he explained. "I want ones with few ties
 and a reputation for sleeping around, and ones I believe are suited
 to the role of sex slave and are trainable. Of course," he added,
 "sometimes I am fortunate enough to find a fresh, young virgin who
 fits my criteria, and they bring a great deal of money at auction."
 Now his hand dropped to her thigh. "But you will, too," he continued.
 "Those magnificent tits will attract the bidders."

 Gina shuddered at his touch. "You can't do this and I won't cooperate
 with you. I'll scream bloody murder the moment I get off this ship.
 Someone's bound to hear. And even if they don't, I won't let anyone
 'own' me. I'll get away somehow." She tried to be defiant, even
 though she knew there was little chance of being rescued.

 Now his fingers toyed with the hair at her labia. "But you will
 cooperate," he said sternly, "you will cooperate and you will obey
 and you will learn to accept and appreciate you role. You live for
 sex, Sweet Tits, for a hard cock in you and yet you are never
 satisfied. You need to be subdued, trained, and enslaved, always
 available to satisfy the needs of your master." His fingers parted
 her pussy lips and worked their way into her, his thumb on her clit.
 Beneath her anger and fear, Gina felt the sturrings of her desire.
 Against her will, she moaned softly, moving against his hand
 instinctively.

 "That's right, slave, all that truly matters to you is your cunt and
 soon you will admit that to me openly." Never, Gina thought, even as
 she felt her juices begin to seep from her vagina. He continued to
 stroke and manipulate her pussy, finger-fucking her as her arousal
 increased. With the other hand he kneaded one of her breasts. The
 combination was too much to resist and she surrendered to the
 sensations and concentrated on her impending orgasm, pushing her
 predicament to the back of her mind, centering only on the hands
 which touched her body. And then, without warning, they stopped.
 "No," she cried out without thinking. "Don't stop."

 "Sorry, cunt, but you'll have to earn your reward by showing me that
 you can be obedient. You can start by telling me that you understand
 I am your master and that you want only to please me in whatever way
 I choose." Gina was silent, angry, and still caught at the edge of
 her climax.

 "Fuck you," was all she said. He shrugged and got up. He was out of
 Gina's view for a moment and when he returned he was holding a small
 whip with several thongs.

 "I had hoped not to punish you harshly but it seems inevitable. But
 don't worry. I won't leave any marks. I don't care for damaged
 merchandise." And he brought the whip down over her breasts, making
 her cry out.  He didn't pause, but instead continued whipping her
 chest, belly and thighs until they burned, as Gina struggled against
 the ropes which held her. He ceased and then leaned over her and,
 spreading her pussy lips with one hand, inserted the whip handle into
 her still wet hole. He held it there and then slowly began fucking
 her with it, his other hand stroking her stiff clit.  Despite the
 pain of the punishment, Gina was once again hot and aroused.

 "You see, slave, you will even welcome this whip into your cunt, as
 long as it fucks you. Isn't that right?" Gina was beside herself with
 the sensation of the ribbed handle stroking in and out of her and his
 thumb on her engorged clit. "Yes," she muttered.

 "Yes, what?" he prompted her. And she remembered his insistence from
 the night before. "Yes, ...master." she added reluctantly.

 He continued stroking the whip handle in and out of Gina's slippery
 vagina. She felt a powerful orgasm building within her, the tension
 in her belly growing with each stroke. Her entire focus was her cunt,
 her need to come. And then he stopped! Gina groaned in frustration,
 bucking her hips, desperate for the release which was so near. But
 she was helpless to achieve her climax alone. He stood there watching
 her fruitless attempts.

 "You see how it is, slave. You need satisfaction, but only obedience
 will earn what you desire. You will not be allowed that reward until
 I choose." He stepped away and returned with a small pair of
 smooth-edge nipple clamps and attached them to Gina's taut nipples.
 She started to protest as the clamps bit into her, but he silenced
 her with a raised hand.  "Do not complain, slave, these are very
 benign training devices.  If you persist in your disobedience, I will
 replace them with these." He held up a pair of alligator clips, which
 Gina knew would be considerably more excruciating on her tender
 nipples. She remained silent.

 "Good," he continued. "Now I shall explain to you what I expect from
 all of my slaves. Obviously, you are expected to be unquestionably
 obedient. No matter what you are instructed to do, you will proceed
 without an resistance or question. Do you understand?" Gina nodded,
 but her response was inadequate for he immediately lashed her belly
 with the whip. "You will always answer 'Yes, master' or 'no,
 master'!"

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

 "All right," he went on. "You will accept that you are now a piece of
 property, a useful possession for me and for the master to whom I
 sell you. We are gratified by the ownership of women like you, women
 whose true need is to be subdued and bent to our will. We enjoy
 amusing ourselves sexually and at the same time, if you are obedient,
 allowing you to satisfy your own needs. But, keep in mind, that your
 needs are secondary. Your master's pleasure is always of utmost
 importance. Is that clear?" This time, Gina immediately answered,
 "Yes, master," her mind still unbelieving.

 "And you really have no choice," he reminded her. "There is no
 escape. You will be sold, and you will be owned by your purchaser.
 Whether you are treated well or not depends entirely on your
 behavior. And I will teach you how to behave." He untied Gina's hands
 and feet. Instinctively, she reached for her aching sex, but he
 slapped her hand away with the whip. "You may never touch yourself
 without permission," he said sharply. He pulled her from the bunk and
 told her to kneel, knees apart. She did, but he grasped her shoulders
 and, lifting he slightly spread her knees even further with the toe
 of his boot. Satisfied, he let her down.

 The position was painful, but Gina knew better than to complain. He
 told her to arch her back and support herself with her hands behind
 her, head tilted back, which helped somewhat.  Her position now
 blatantly displayed her breasts and mound for inspection. He observed
 her for a moment, apparently pleased. "That is the position you will
 take when you are commanded to 'offer yourself'" he said. And you
 will remain that way until you are given other instructions.

 "Now, get on your hands and knees." Gina obeyed, glad to abandon the
 previous contortion. "Put your forehead on the deck," he ordered,
 "with your ass in the air." He walked around her, pushing her knees
 apart further. "I like your ass, too, Sweet Tits," he said, "and so
 will my clients. This is your position when you hear the command
 'down'." Without warning, he brought the whip down on her exposed
 buttocks.  Gina yelped but knew better than to move.  He whipped her
 several more times, on her ass and thighs, the tip occasionally
 catching her tender pussy lips as Gina's tears wet the smooth wooden
 deck. She heard a zipper, and a jar lid being unscrewed.

 "Your ass appeals to me, Sweet Tits." He spread her burning ass
 cheeks and she felt the tip of his penis against the tight hole.
 Slowly, but without pausing, he forced his stiff, lubricated prick
 into her rectum, making her gasp in pain.  He paid little attention,
 letting his cock stay buried in her for a moment. "I don't want to
 damage you, Sweet Tits, so I suggest you relax while I use your ass."

 He began slowly stroking, and Gina tried to ignore the pain of his
 assault.  Gradually, the pain was less severe and she even began to
 be aroused by his fucking motion. She wanted to reach for her clit,
 but knew it would mean being subjected to the whip once more. She
 wanted him in her cunt more than anything. But he seemed perfectly
 happy to empty his semen in her ass, and he did so, eventually
 withdrawing his softening cock. He went to a chair and sat down.

 "Come here," he commanded, "on your hands and knees, cunt! Crawl to
 me." Gina moved toward him until she was a few inches from his feet.
 "Lick my cock clean." Eager for even this, Gina buried her face in
 his crotch and dutifully licked his beautiful prick until all traces
 of her sodomizing were gone. When she looked up at him, he slapped
 her.

 "Don't look at my face, cunt, only at this." He held his penis in his
 palm. "This is where your attention should be directed at all times.
 This is your only concern, the symbol of your owner's manhood, and of
 his dominance over you. Your mouth, your ass and your pussy are for
 this." Her eyes were riveted on his cock. "Now open your mouth!" He
 leaned forward and placed the head of his soft penis on her tongue.
 "I have to relieve myself, Sweet Tits." He let go a stream of hot
 urine down her throat. She choked, surprised and pulled away, his pee
 splashing her face and chest. He grabbed her hair and stuffed his
 cock back in her mouth and finished urinating.  Then he dropped her
 to the floor.

 "For that disobedience, you will be punished, cunt! He pulled her to
 her feet, quickly attached wrist and ankle cuffs, and secured the
 wrist cuffs to cords suspended from the ceiling. Pulling her arms
 taut, he then locked her ankles to hooks in the deck. He took the
 whip and began again.

 He methodically whipped her ass, the backs of her legs, her breasts,
 her belly and thighs, finding her spread pussy more than once with
 the painful lash. Finally, he stopped and sat down facing Gina who
 sobbed uncontrollably. "I'm sorry that was necessary, but you
 misbehaved. I wished to use your mouth and you failed to accept my
 gift in the proper manner.  I take it you will respond appropriately
 in the future?" Gina, choking, barely managed a 'yes, Master.'

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

 He released her from her restraints and she fell to the floor. "You
 may clean up the result of your disobedience," he said, pointing to
 the drops of pee on the polished wood, "with your tongue." She
 crawled to the spot and dutifully licked the surface of the deck
 until he was satisfied. There was a knock at the cabin door and he
 told the caller to enter. It was his driver, Ben, the man who had
 fucked her so thoroughly on the trunk of the car.

 "Evening captain," he said, saluting. "The weather's holding and
 we're making a good twenty knots. At this rate, we'll be in port
 inside of a week." He looked at Gina, face down on the deck. "I see
 you've started training this one."

 "Yes, Ben, and I'm rather enjoying it." He turned to Gina. "Offer
 yourself, cunt!" And she quickly obeyed, arranging herself in the
 prescribed manner, breasts thrust upward, knees apart. Ben whistled
 his approval.

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

 "Yes, she will. This shipment will prove very profitable for us. How
 are the others?"

 "Locked up, just as you instructed. They've been fed, kept chained,
 handled a little, but not used. The crew's getting a little anxious,
 though. We've been underway for three days now and they haven't been
 getting any pussy."

 "All right, Ben, it's time they started their training anyway. Tell
 each of the men to take one and go over the basic positions, light
 whipping and so forth. But I don't want any of the merchandise
 damaged! And I don't want their pussies used until they're ready to
 beg for it!"

 "Yes, sir!" Ben grinned. "Oh, and don't worry. The virgin cunts are
 locked in the aft cabins on B deck and I've got the key. We don't
 want anyone popping those very expensive cherries, do we?"

 "No," the captain agreed. "They'll fetch three times more than the
 others, even Sweet Tits here." He trailed the tip of his whip across
 one of her nipples, making her shiver.  "I'd like to do one of those
 sweet young things myself ...nothing like being the first one in, is
 there Ben?"

 "No sir," he agreed. "But the buyers will go crazy when we put them
 up." He leered at Gina's nude body. "Any chance I'll get another
 piece of that before we dock? I get hard just looking at those huge
 tits."

 "Sure, Ben, once I've finished with her. But for now I'm going to
 make her wait until she'll do anything to get a cock in her hot
 pussy." He touched her parted cunt lips with the whip and she
 quivered. "Now I want to give her something to think about." He told
 her to sit against one wall, her legs spread in front of her.  He and
 Ben attached her cuffs to hooks in the wall and a spreader bar
 between her legs, keeping them wide apart.

 Then the captain pressed some buttons on his desk and a part of the
 wall across from Gina slid up, revealing a large television screen.
 He pressed another switch and a tape began playing. It was a
 pornographic movie. A woman was doing a strip tease for a group of
 men who were clad only in short robes, pulled open to show their
 erect penises. She danced provocatively as she peeled off one piece
 of clothing after another. Soon all that remained was her G-string
 and a small bra with the nipples cut out.  She moved among the men,
 who reached out to fondle her breasts and squeeze her mound or her
 buttocks. As she moved back toward the platform, she pointed to three
 of the men who quickly shed their robes and, picking her up, carried
 her to a large mattress. One ripped off her bra and another her
 G-string while the third lay down on the mattress, his hard penis
 pointing toward the ceiling.

 The woman immediately straddled him and, spreading her pussy lips,
 lowered herself onto his cock and leaned forward to allow access to
 her ass. The second man knelt and quickly forced his prick into her
 tight ass hole, making her moan with pleasure. Finally, a thick penis
 was presented to her willing mouth and she eagerly sucked at it as
 all three men fucked her enthusiastically.

 Gina's attention was riveted to the screen as the camera zoomed in
 for closeups of cocks stroking in and out of the woman's mouth, cunt
 and ass. Gina's own pussy was dripping, her nipples taut within the
 nipple clamps. Her breath came in gasps as she watched the woman
 nearing her orgasm. Every part of Gina cried out to be that woman, to
 be taken like that.  The men on the screen moved faster and faster
 and one by one they came, spurting semen in her and all over her. She
 screamed an explosive climax as the penis in her mouth was withdrawn
 and the man in her ass came. She rubbed her breasts frantically as
 she rode the prick underneath her, until he, too came and she rolled
 off onto her back, panting, licking the semen from her lips, fingers
 delving into her wet cunt.

 Gina was desperate, shaking with arousal, but there was nothing she
 could do, not even squeeze her thighs together because of the
 spreader bar. Ben came and stood over her, his pants open, his naked,
 rigid cock in his hand. "You'd like this, wouldn't you, bitch?"

 "Yes, master," Gina nodded, breathless, aching for the feel of him in
 her again, her eyes not straying from his manhood.

 "Too bad, bitch, it's not quite time yet." And he stood over her and
 slowly masturbated himself, just out of the reach of her hungry
 mouth. "You'd like me in your hot box, wouldn't you bitch, huh, you'd
 like this hard black meat in your pink pussy, wouldn't you?"

 "Yes, master, yes!" she said again, hoping for just a moment of
 release, a moment of his penis in her. But he just continued stroking
 himself and taunting her until he spurted his cum on her face and her
 breasts.  "That's as close as you get, bitch," he said and closed his
 pants.

 The captain started another tape. "This tape runs for three hours,"
 he said. "I'm sure you will find it very exciting and educational,
 Sweet Tits. So I will leave you here to enjoy it. When I return,
 perhaps you will be ready to pledge your complete obedience to me."
 He turned up the volume and extinguished the lights in the cabin. He
 and Ben were gone and Gina was left, bound and spread wide, watching
 scene after scene of hot, wet, uninhibited fucking.

 Three hours later, the captain returned, finding Gina just as he had
 left her, legs spread wide, her pussy juice staining the floor
 beneath her. The tape was just ending with a wild orgy of group sex
 and Gina was trembling with arousal more intense than she had ever
 felt. He released her wrist cuffs and her hands rushed to her pussy
 but he slapped them aside. "Not without permission, slave!"

 "Please, please m-m-master, I need to come, please!, Gina begged. He
 regarded her, amused by her complete submission.

 "Are you prepared to acknowledge your subservience, Sweet Tits?"

 "Yes, yes, master, I only want to serve you," Gina pleaded. She knew
 that all she cared about was fucking, and she wanted him desperately.

 "Then perhaps you are ready to demonstrate your obedience, cunt." And
 he removed the spreader bar and attached a wide leather collar around
 her neck, snapped a leash to it and yanked her to her feet. Without a
 word, he picked up his whip, pulled on the leash and led her from the
 cabin and down the companionway. The entered a door and were in a
 large workout room where the crew were "training" the other slaves.

 Gina stared at the scene. Women were arranged in various positions,
 bound and nipple clamped, being punished or teased by their captors.
 The men all came to attention when the captain led her into the room.
 Several whistled their appreciation of Gina.

 "Men, this particular slave is ready to prove her obedience and I
 thought you might enjoy helping me fuck her brains out since that's
 what she wants. But first, a few tests of her sincerity." He turned
 to Gina. "Offer yourself, cunt." Gina immediately assumed the proper
 position, her tits well displayed. The captain used the whip on her
 belly and mound but Gina didn't flinch or protest. He stood over her
 face. "Open your mouth, cunt." He released his penis and let go a
 stream of hot urine into her open mouth and Gina gulped it down. The
 crew applauded.

 The captain walked over to another slave, bound spread eagled to the
 floor. "Crawl over here, cunt." Gina obeyed, keeping her eyes on his
 crotch, rather than his face. "Eat her pussy, it amuses me." Gina
 took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment. She had never done such
 a thing but she had been watching pussies being tongued for hours and
 it didn't seem to matter. Only obedience mattered now. She knew what
 awaited her if she balked. She crawled between the woman's thighs and
 began licking the soft, wet folds of flesh, slurping her juices. They
 all watched her going down on the woman, the captain flicked at
 Gina's ass with the whip while she concentrated. She felt the woman's
 orgasm building, her muscles tightening, her clit becoming engorged
 and Gina envied her, but was determine to bring her off.

 Suddenly, the Captain yanked her leash and pulled her away from the
 women's quivering slit. The slave groaned, pleading for Gina to
 finish. But she, too, was being tormented with the need to climax,
 and she wasn't sufficiently subdued yet.

 "Very good, Sweet Tits, I think we're making progress.  You are just
 a horny little slut, aren't you?"

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

 "And all you really want to do is fuck and suck and come, am I
 right?"  She nodded again, answering, "yes, master, that's all I
 really want." He laughed heartily, joined by his crew. "Get on that
 table!" he ordered and Gina crawled to what resembled a doctor's
 examining table in the middle of the room and lay down on it. It was
 fitted with the traditional stirrups and Gina was told to place her
 feet in them, which opened her legs wide and displayed her dripping
 cunt, making it totally accessible.

 One of the men strapped her ankles to the stirrups and her wrist
 cuffs were secured to rings above her head. The Captain inserted the
 whip in her, making her shiver with pleasure, and then, removing it,
 used it on her thighs and cuntlips. Gina bit her lip against the
 pain, not crying out.

 Satisfied with her performance so far, the captain opened his pants
 and knelt over the face of one of the slaves, stuffing his penis in
 her mouth, commanding her to suck it. She did and he amused himself
 with her for several minutes. Finally he came to stand between Gina's
 thighs. "I'm ready to use your cunt." And he plunged into her
 instantly, his huge cock filling her hot pussy, sending shock waves
 of pleasure through her. He rammed her hard and fast, verbally
 abusing her with every stroke and Gina begged for more.  "Please fuck
 me master, fuck me harder, please, please, fuck my pussy, master."

 He stroked her harder and faster and shot his load of semen into her
 as she convulsed with the first wave of orgasm pleading for still
 more. A crewman quickly took the captain's place and plunged his hard
 prick into her quivering cunt, screwing her just as hard, mauling her
 breasts at the same time. "You like this, cunt, don't you, come on
 bitch, tell your masters how much you like this."

 "I like it," Gina panted, "yes, master I like it." And then he, too,
 filled her with hot cum and slid out, leaving her still short of the
 powerful orgasm which needed to be released. She moaned softly,
 frustrated. "She needs more, sir," the one who had just finished with
 her said. And one after another, cocks were rammed into her hole,
 fucking her brutally. Finally, as the captain lightly whipped her
 heaving breasts, Ben, who had promised her the fucking of her life,
 stretched her cunt until Gina thought she would split open, and she
 CAME, screaming in pleasure at the onslaught of Ben's massive cock in
 her, and his fingers buried in her ass hole.  Her body writhed with
 the power of her climax, her ass rising to meet Ben's prick and she
 screamed again as his semen boiled into her. She heard the captain
 saying, "very good, Ben, I think the slut's finally had enough." And
 Gina slipped into unconsciousness.

 The rest of the journey aboard the ship was taken up with much of the
 same-Gina was constantly fucked and used and occasionally whipped as
 part of her obedience training. The captain, having amused himself
 sufficiently with Gina, gave her to Ben, who kept her with him at all
 times, leading her by the leash wherever he went aboard ship. He
 thoroughly enjoyed humiliating her and told Gina she wasn't yet good
 enough to be a slave and would have to be treated like a bitch dog
 until she was. He made her sleep on the floor of his cabin and eat
 and drink from bowls with her hands tied behind her. When he awoke
 and called her, she crawled to his bunk and licked his feet and then
 opened her mouth to receive his morning pee.

 One day he took her to the forward cabins where the two virgins were
 being kept. They were both tied on mattresses on the floor spread
 eagled. Each was fitted with headphones which Ben told her were
 hooked up to indoctrination tapes which played either music or voices
 whispering obscene suggestions or instructions on obedience.  "We
 like to keep them aroused, bitch, but we can't fuck their cherry
 cunts, so today it's your turn to lick their pussies." Gina
 obediently lowered her head between the first girl's soft thighs and
 tongued her virgin cunt lips, lapping at the labia and the engorged
 clit while Ben knelt over the girl's face and rubbed his big cock all
 over her cheeks and mouth, finally stuffing his prick between her
 lips and stroking in and out of her mouth. Then he slid out and
 masturbated himself and watched Gina eat pussy until the girl
 shuddered and moaned softly.  Then he sprayed his cum on her budding
 breasts and ordered Gina to lick them clean.

 When Gina turned her attention to the other young girl, Ben amused
 himself by whipping Gina's upraised ass, occasionally fingering her
 pussy to keep her hot. When the second girl had reached her climax,
 Ben told Gina to lay on top of the girl and French kiss her until he
 said to stop Gina obeyed and forced her tongue into the teenager's
 hot mouth, swirling it around, feeling the her own breasts mashed
 against the girl's smaller ones, their cunts rubbing together as Gina
 found herself trying to achieve orgasm from the contact. But Ben
 realized this and yanked Gina off and, ordering her to the "offer"
 position, whipped her breasts for presuming to have an orgasm without
 permission. Then he said he had an idea for the last evening's
 entertainment. "We dock tomorrow, bitch, and tonight we'll have some
 fun."

 Later, another crewman came to Ben's cabin and led her to the room
 where she had been fucked by the Captain days before. Most of the
 crew were there, each with a slave kneeling or laying at his feet. In
 the center of the room was a raised platform. Tied by a leash and
 collar to a ring in the platform was another slave. Video cameras
 were set up on either side. Ben got up and addressed the crew,
 motioning for Gina to be brought forward. "Men, this little bitch
 here, Sweet Tits, had a nice time today doing the two cherries we
 have on board. Why she had her tongue all the way down one cunt's
 throat, trying to kiss her." The men laughed. "So I figured she
 probably wanted to fuck that sweet thing.  But we know that's against
 the rules, and she doesn't have the right equipment anyway." Ben
 rubbed his crotch to more laughter.  So I thought we'd give her a
 chance to show us what a stud she is, and mate her to this other
 bitch, Hot Tongue." He picked up a strap on dildo and quickly
 fastened it on Gina and told her to crawl onto the platform next to
 the other slave, the fake penis dangling between her legs.  "Now you
 follow MY directions bitch, and maybe I won't punish you.  I might
 even let you come." He told two men to begin filming and pulled a
 chair near the platform.

 "All right, Tits, now you're a horny stud dog, and Hot Tongue here is
 a bitch in heat. You want her to know you're interested, so start
 licking her ass and her fuckhole." Gina approached the other slave
 from behind and tentatively licked her. "No, bitch, get your nose in
 there, shove her around, show her who's boss." More laughter from the
 audience. Gina pushed her nose between the woman's thighs, forcing
 her forward, reaching with her tongue for the warm slit. "You, Hot
 Tongue, wiggle that ass for your stud.  That's right, now bark for
 me." The slave obeyed, trying to bark like a dog, to roars of delight
 from the crew as Gina continued to lick her pussy and asshole.  "Now
 roll over on your back, so your stud knows you're begging for it, and
 hold your "paws" up in the air." She did and Ben told Gina to lick
 the woman's breasts and face and stick her tongue in the woman's
 mouth. Then she too, was ordered to bark and to cavort around the
 stage on all fours.

 "All right Hot Tongue," Ben interrupted, "it's time for you to get
 your little bitch cunt fucked. Roll over and lick Sweet Tits' ass and
 then turn around and show her your dog pussy. Now, Tits, mount that
 bitch and bark for us while you bang her box." Gina raised herself
 and positioned the dildo somewhat awkwardly and Ben suddenly cracked
 her ass with the whip and Gina lurched forward, ramming the big
 phallus deep into the other slaves slippery hole. The woman cried out
 but Ben told her to whimper like a dog while Gina barked and fucked
 and the men applauded, shouting encouragement to the "stud." Gina
 stroked in and out, feeling the base of the dildo pressing her own
 clit, making her juices flow freely. From time to time, Ben brought
 the whip down on her buttocks, encouraging her to fuck the other
 slave harder, until Hot Tongue screamed her climax and fell to the
 floor, unable to remain on her hands and knees. The fake penis
 slipped out of the slave's cunt and Ben immediately unstrapped it and
 shoved it in Gina's mouth.

 "I don't think our stud here had a chance to come, men, and it seems
 like the bitch on the floor should do something about it, don't you
 agree?" Ben pushed the other slave with his foot until she rolled
 over on her back, still panting. He motioned Gina to come to him.
 "Now straddle her face, Tits, and put your hot little cunt right on
 her mouth." Gina did, lowering herself to just above the woman's
 lips, trying not to smother her. "Now the reason this slave is called
 Hot Tongue," he said to Gina, "is because she s got a long, sweet,
 hot, friendly tongue and we've taught her to enjoy using it." Then,
 turning to the woman over whose face Gina knelt, he said, "Show us
 how good your tongue is, bitch, and lick this wet cunt." She
 immediately obeyed and Gina rocked back and forth with the dildo
 still in her mouth while Ben told her to rub her own tits and the
 slave gave Gina's aching pussy the tongue lashing of its life until
 Gina came, her body spasming, her cunt grinding into the woman's
 chin. She rolled off onto the floor, panting, the dildo clamped in
 her teeth.

 The show was over and tomorrow they would reach port.

 The ship reached port at dark. Gina heard the noises on deck as the
 giant hawsers were looped over massive cleats and pulled taut,
 securing the ship to the stone pier. Finally the ship was almost
 still, at least compared to the voyage itself. Gina had put on the
 outfit her master had left for her. She wore a leather bra with the
 nipples cut out, a leather G-string, her collar and wrist and ankle
 cuffs. Her collar now bore a metal dog's tag which read:

 "Name: Sweet Tits Owner: Captain JTW Number: 7847"

 Well into the night, Gina was ordered from the cabin and led topside.
 The other slaves were being assembled. They were lined up in a column
 and chained together by their wrists with Gina at the head of the
 line. A cloak was placed over each slave's shoulders to conceal her
 near nakedness. Gina's master instructed them to follow him and to be
 perfectly silent.  They filed down the gangplank and proceeded down
 the pier to a ramp leading into a large cattle truck. The slaves were
 loaded and the tailgate closed. They sat in silence as the vehicle
 slowly rumbled away.

 The trip took some time and they were sore and stiff when the truck
 finally stopped and backed up to the door of a large building. They
 were led inside and were immediately blinded by the bright lights in
 the tremendous warehouse.  People were everywhere, traders assembling
 their human merchandise, buyers examining their wares. Most of the
 slaves for sale were women, but Gina noticed a few men among them,
 cock rings keeping their penises rigid for inspection. While she
 waited, she watched a male slave near her being examined.  The
 customer wanted him for stud, to mate with his bitch slaves, and the
 seller unfastened the cock ring and milked the slave's penis until he
 came in a small glass container which was given to the customer,
 presumably to be analyzed for potency.

 The captain finally led them to a fenced enclosure and they were
 unchained and put inside the caged area where they were told to
 remain standing. The sign on the wire mesh door read, "Reserved for
 the Property of Captain JTW." He told Ben to keep an eye on things
 and went off. He returned shortly with two dark Arab men, apparently
 father and son. They entered the cage and looked over the captain's
 collection.  One by one they eliminated the slaves for various
 reasons.  They squeezed breasts, poked their fingers into cunts and
 ass holes and asked for demonstrations of obedience from the ones
 they examined. They all performed well; their training had been
 extensive, but the men were not satisfied. The older one explained
 that his son wanted one with very large breasts.

 The captain smiled and led them to the corner where Gina stood behind
 some other slaves. He pulled her forward and untied her halter bra,
 revealing her huge mounds. The men stared and the son immediately
 grabbed her breasts and squeezed them appreciatively, saying without
 hesitation, "I want this one, father!"

 "Yes, yes, my son," he replied, chuckling. "This one has the udders
 of a cow for breasts. But is she obedient?" The captain ordered Gina
 to offer herself and she quickly did.  The younger man parted his
 robes and revealed his rigid penis. Standing over her, he grasped her
 head and quickly shoved his cock into her open mouth and roughly used
 it like a cunt while Gina endeavored to please him with her tongue.
 He came quickly and spurted his semen down her throat. She
 immediately licked him clean and resumed her offering position. The
 father and son were pleased and when the older one absent mindedly
 rubbed his own crotch the captain immediately ordered another slave
 to kneel and satisfy his potential customer while they talked.

 They wanted to buy Gina on the spot, but the captain said he was
 bound by the rules of the market to offer her on the block. They
 vowed to buy her no matter what the price and left. As the night wore
 on, others came to examine the captain's collection. Gina was shown
 to other buyers who marveled at her breasts and used her mouth to
 relieve themselves. One said if he acquired her he would certainly
 brand her tits with his own mark. Another said he was looking for a
 slave to mate to his dogs, other slaves and livestock in the interest
 of entertaining his friends. He liked to stage unusual shows. Yet
 another was seeking new talent for his brothel in the city.

 Finally, the auction began and Gina could hear the auctioneer's
 voice; apparently English was the universal language in consideration
 of the mix of nationalities present for the sale. There were loud
 cheers from time to time and after an hour or so, the door opened
 again and the captain's slaves were taken to the area behind the
 auction block. One by one, they mounted the steps and stood in the
 center, beneath the spotlights. The auctioneer appraised each bitch,
 removing whatever covering the slave wore, lifting her tits,
 spreading her legs with his knee, feeling her pussy, holding up
 fingers that were usually glistening with proof of arousal.

 Gina was kept back until only the virgins remained, covered in long
 sheer robes. The auctioneer made a great fuss over the first one and
 then suddenly ripped off her robe, revealing her sweet tits and
 unused pussy.  The audience loved it and bid madly for the
 opportunity to be the first to enter that virgin cunt.  There was a
 loud voice speaking to the auctioneer, who finally turned back to the
 audience.

 "A buyer has made a proposition. If bidding ceases with his last
 offer, he will deflower the virgin here, for all to see and enjoy."
 There was a huge cheer from the audience.  "Are there any more bids,"
 the auctioneer asked. The crowd was silent and he pronounced her
 SOLD. Her new owner mounted the stage and motioned his new slave to
 her knees. He was tall and muscular, his penis enormous as it sprang
 from his pants. She opened her mouth, obviously frightened but still
 obedient. He slowly slid his shaft into her mouth, stroking in and
 out to the roars of approval from onlookers. A bench was brought
 forward and he ordered her to kneel on it, her ass raised. He
 positioned himself behind her and put the tip of his hard cock at the
 opening of her wet virgin cunt. He toyed with her clit with one hand
 as he began his assault on her pussy.

 Working the bulbous head of his prick past the opening he stroked her
 small tits, and then, grasping her legs, lifted her off the bench and
 in one powerful surge, rammed his cock deep into her. She screamed,
 but he quickly continued his manipulation of her clit and his
 stroking of her breasts. She moaned, pain and pleasure colliding. His
 fucking continued and she began to respond to the pleasure.  Her
 training had been good. She had been conditioned to want a penis in
 her cunt more than anything else and here it was.

 Now she pushed back against the cock buried in her tight pussy. He
 laughed and encircling her with his arms, picked her up completely,
 facing the audience with his new slave impaled on his cock. He fucked
 her like that, in mid-air, to shouts and whistles of approval, until
 he groaned and trembled, beginning to shoot wave after wave of hot
 cum into her. As he did, he roughly massaged her clit, making her
 scream again, this time with pleasure. He pulled her off of his cock
 and laid her on the bench. Straddling her face, he ordered to clean
 his penis with her tongue which she did, still gasping for breath.
 The audience applauded wildly as he then picked up his property,
 threw her over his shoulder and strode off the stage.

 The other virgin sold quickly in frenzied bidding. Her owner claimed
 her from the stage, declining to entertain the assemblage with
 another cherry popping. It was Gina's turn.

 She was led forward and quickly stripped by the auctioneer. The
 audience was obviously impressed. Bids were being shouted out even
 before the bidding was opened.  "Patience, patience," the man said,
 hefting one of her heavy breasts. "First look at this, the prize of
 the Captain's shipment. Look at these tits." He had her turn and bend
 over, thrusting fingers between her legs to invade her pussy which
 was wet with anticipation, and then her ass hole. "And this ass-a
 glorious place to thrust your manhood, yes?" The bidders roared their
 approval. "Offer yourself, bitch," he barked and Gina quickly assumed
 the correct position. More applause. The auctioneer knew he had a
 good thing going and decided to build his audience up even more.

 "Crawl for us bitch, dangle those tits." And Gina obeyed, traversing
 the stage on hands and knees, her breasts dangling like udders
 beneath her. "I understand she is extraordinarily obedient," the
 seller continued. He turned to Gina still crawling about the stage.
 "Come here, bitch. Tell me what you're for?" He held the microphone
 to her lips.

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

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

 "My master's use," Gina answered.

 "And what are you, Sweet Tits?"

 "A bitch cunt sex slave," she recited carefully and sincerely, "to
 entertain my owner anyway he wishes." The buyers went wild and the
 bidding began. Gina was put at the front of the stage and instructed
 to raise a tit in each hand to afford the bidders a good view.
 Finally, the pace slowed and with one last attempt, the hammer fell.
 Gina could not see who had purchased her. The crowd parted, as her
 new owner strode through to the stage. He was dark skinned and very
 large, well over six feet tall and powerfully built. He mounted the
 stage and Gina saw his face, set in hard lines.  It was the man who
 had said he would use her to entertain his friends which meant she
 would be mated to animals! She felt herself shaking with fear but as
 he snapped a leash onto her collar and yanked her to her feet, she
 knew she had no choice.

 "Come bitch," he said. He dragged her off the stage and out a side
 door. She was taken by his servants and tossed into the back of a
 small van. Her hands were shackled to an overhead bar. There were
 other slaves in the van, three women and two men. They were all
 similarly bound. One servant, a guard Gina thought, took his place in
 the back of the van and the vehicle began moving. As they drove, the
 guard moved from slave to slave where they sat on the benches,
 feeling them all over, kneading breasts, squeezing the men's penises.
 He twisted Gina's nipples but she clamped her teeth, not crying out.
 He thrust his fingers into Gina's pussy. "The big cocks, they will
 fit, yes?" He laughed. "You will make a good bitch for Al Baneen." He
 moved on.

 Gina watched as he unshackled another female slave, took her place on
 the bench and ordered her to suck him. She knelt obediently and he
 grabbed her hair and rammed himself into her mouth, mashing her face
 down on his pubic hair, thrusting hard and fast until he came. He
 shoved her to the floor and refastened his pants, then secured her
 once more to the bar.

 He returned to the rear of the van and as he passed Gina, he told
 her, "Don't worry, cunt, your turn will come soon enough."

                               THE END
