From: redragon@interserv.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sold For Sex Part One (F, slave, bdsm)
Date: 9 Oct 1995 14:05:13 GMT

			     Sold For Sex
			      A Fantasy
			     Chapter One

	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.

			     Chapter Two
			     The Voyage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Oh, but you're wrong. No one will miss you for at least a
couple of days. You've no family except a couple of distant cousins.
You often miss work because of weekend binges of drinking, drugs, and
trying to find something to fill that hot pussy of yours. As for me,
no one at that party knew me and they'll barely remember which man you
left with.

	"When someone does get around to asking the police, they'll
question a few people, assume you went off with a man who ended up
raping and probably murdering you, and list you as a missing person
for a while. Then they'll forget about it. New York is a rough city.
Lots of things can happen."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	He methodically whipped her ass, the backs of her legs, her
breasts, her belly and thighs, finding her spread pussy more than once
with the painful lash.

	Finally, he stopped and sat down facing Gina who sobbed
uncontrollably. "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.

From: redragon@interserv.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sold For Sex, Part Two (F, slave, bdsm)
Date: 9 Oct 1995 14:07:13 GMT

			     Sold For Sex
			    Chapter Three

	"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.

			     Chapter Four
			    At The Auction

	The ship reached port at dark. Gina heard the noises on deck
as the giant hawsers were looped over massive cleats and pulled taut,
securing the ship to the stone pier.

	Finally the ship was almost still, at least compared to the
voyage itself. Gina had put on the outfit her master had left for her.
She wore a leather bra with the nipples cut out, a leather G-string,
her collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. Her collar now bore a metal
dog's tag which read:

	"Name: Sweet Tits

	Owner: Captain JTW

	Number: 7847"

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

	The trip took some time and they were sore and stiff when the
truck finally stopped and backed up to the door of a large building.
They were led inside and were immediately blinded by the bright lights
in the tremendous warehouse. People were everywhere, traders
assembling their human merchandise, buyers examining their wares. Most
of the slaves for sale were women, but Gina noticed a few men among
them, cock rings keeping their penises rigid for inspection.

	While she waited, she watched a male slave near her being
examined. The customer wanted him for stud, to mate with his bitch
slaves, and the seller unfastened the cock ring and milked the slave's
penis until he came in a small glass container which was given to the
customer, presumably to be analyzed for potency.

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

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

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

	They wanted to buy Gina on the spot, but the captain said he
was bound by the rules of the market to offer her on the block. They
vowed to buy her no matter what the price and left.

	As the night wore on, others came to examine the captain's
collection. Gina was shown to other buyers who marveled at her breasts
and used her mouth to relieve themselves. One said if he acquired her
he would certainly brand her tits with his own mark.

	Another said he was looking for a slave to mate to his dogs,
other slaves and 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.

			     Chapter Five
			     Gina is Sold

	She was led forward and quickly stripped by the auctioneer.
The audience was obviously impressed. Bids were being shouted out even
before the bidding was opened. "Patience, patience," the man said,
hefting one of her heavy breasts. "First look at this, the prize of
the Captain's shipment. Look at these tits." He had her turn and bend
over, thrusting fingers between her legs to invade her pussy which was
wet with anticipation, and then her ass hole.

	"And this ass - a glorious place to thrust your manhood, yes?"
The bidders roared their approval. "Offer yourself, bitch," he barked
and Gina quickly assumed the correct position. More applause. The
auctioneer knew he had a good thing going and decided to build his
audience up even more.

	"Crawl for us bitch, dangle those tits." And Gina obeyed,
traversing the stage on hands and knees, her breasts dangling like
udders beneath her. "I understand she is 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."