Julie\'s story

FOUR

 

The voyage lasted three weeks.  After my ordeal of being keel-hauled, I was the most submissive slave on board.  Anytime the Captain or one of the crew even glanced my way, I flopped on my back and spread my legs.  I was fucked at least a dozen times a day, frequently in full display of the rest of the crew.  Strangely, I took some pleasure from these experiences and often displayed wild and uncontrollable orgasms as I was raped in full view of the crew.  I would be on my hands and knees, my tits bouncing wildly beneath me as my rapist would pound his meat into me while I screamed my pleasure.

 

As the ship’s main whore, I avoided many hours in the cages below decks for which I was thankful.  This did not mean I escaped unscathed.  Aside from the sexual assaults, I was strung up on the mast each day and received five strokes of the whip.  Even this became something I almost looked forward to as the pain sent me into a state of mind that bordered on the erotic.  The first time I had an orgasm while being whipped stunned me.  My body was rubbing against the post while the whip tattooed my back and I screamed; not in agony but ecstasy.  When I was let loose, I lay on the deck gasping; my body covered in sweat, and my pussy sopping wet as well.  My mind was awhirl with conflicting sensations.  What was happening to me?  Julie Hudson, professional photographer was now no more than a pain slut?  I was too confused to sort out the answer.  My hand unconsciously crept between my legs and stroked my swollen clit.  I lived only for the moment.  There was no past, no future.  Julie Hudson, sex slave, pain slut, whore, fuck meat, cock sucker, masochist and exhibitionist.  I even learned to take it up the ass and enjoy it.

 

This is how it began:  I was in the Captain's quarters for my nightly fuck soon after my ordeal beneath this ship's waters. Down on all fours, I was rocking back and forth in rhythm to Hawk's thrusts, grunting like a sow in heat.  My tits were swaying back and forth like a sack of marbles and sweat dripped from the tips of my nipples to puddle on the floor beneath me.

 

Suddenly Hawk paused, withdrew his cock from my sopping pussy, spread my cheeks and poised the head of his cock at the entrance to my puckered hole.

 

"NO!  OH, GOD!  PLEASE DON'T WAIT!  OH, GOD. . . ."

 

But he didn't wait.  Hawk plunged his cock into my dry ass hole as I screamed in anguish.  God, it hurt!  It hurt bad!  I was sure he was going to tear me apart as he began to pump in and out. I was sobbing unmercifully while my insides felt as if they were on fire.  But, gradually, my sphincter muscles began to relax and it no longer hurt as much.  My lasciviousness returned as I felt his belly slap against my butt and soon I was rocking back and forth as before, grunting with each stroke.  When Hawk reached under me and flicked my clit with his thumb I went over the edge.  I shrieked in pleasure at the precise moment I felt his cock erupt and send his load of cum deep into my bowels.  Hawk continued to pump into me as my orgasm gradually receded.  I was gasping for breath and my heart was beating ninety miles an hour.  Finally I collapsed on my belly with Hawk lying on top of me.  A faint groan of satisfaction from his throat was echoed by me.

 

From that moment on, I wore the knob end of a belaying pin stuck up my ass wherever I went, only to be removed when the Captain or one of the crew was fucking me.  After a brief period my sphincter stretched until I was able to accept most cocks without difficulty.  A new Julie Hudson: bunghole jumper!

 

 

“Land ho!” came the cry from high up the mast and everyone scurried to the ship’s rail.  I was in the midst of my afternoon scourging and was left to seek release by rubbing my pussy against the mast.  The crew began to bustle about, hauling in some sail and raising others while I was left hanging on the mast, ignored in the preparations.  Finally, the other five women were brought up from below and I was released from the mast.  The six of us were lifted up on the rigging and lashed there as trophies to be displayed as we sailed into port.  With my arms and legs spread wide against the ropes I watched as the ship docked. 

 

We were apparently in a fairly large city, the nationality of which I couldn’t determine.  There were hundreds of people on the dock, both men and women as well as a few small children.  Their dark skins glistened as ebony and the whitest teeth I’d ever seen appeared in open mouths They were laughing and pointing at the six naked women hanging from the rigging as our crew made the ship fast. 

 

Finally we were released and lowered to the deck.  Our hands and ankles were once again joined by links of chain and an additional link was used to join our collar to the chain binding our wrists.  We were then marched off of the ship, down the gangplank, and onto the city’s streets.

 

In single file we marched through the city while scores of people stared at us, making obscene remarks in a language I took to be Italian.  Some of the children threw small rocks at us to the enjoyment of their parents.  By the time we had gone three blocks, all of us were sobbing in a mixture of despair and humiliation.

 

Through the streets they took us until we reached what appeared to be the town square.  A large fountain occupied the center although no water flowed from it.  Behind the fountain and on one side of the square was a huge edifice that reminded me of a bull ring.  There were banners and flags flying from the top which stood at least four stories tall.  An entrance faced the square that was guarded by steel bars.  It was here we were taken as the gate swung open slowly and we entered.

 

I could see through a passage what appeared to be a large arena but we were taken to a flight of stairs leading down beneath the building.  Down and down we went until I guessed we were at least four flights below the street.  What greeted me as we arrived there was overwhelming.

 

A huge enclosure lined with steel bars filled almost all of the space.  Inside were at least two dozen people, both men and women, all naked and chained as I and my five companions.  We were pushed inside the huge cage and the door clanged shut behind us.

 

I glanced around.  The area was lit by torches that flickered dimly but gave enough light to easily see our dire surroundings.  The barred enclosure was void of any furnishings as far as I could see.  The inmates, who are what we were, were free to move about except all of us bore heavy chains that clanked against the stone floor whenever we took a step.

 

I saw one of the male slaves fucking one of the women over in a corner and no one was paying them much attention.  I couldn’t help but stare at them and I felt my pussy growing wetter by the moment as I watched.  Unconsciously, my hand crept between my thighs and a finger slipped inside my lips.

 

“Need some help with that?”

 

The voice behind me startled me so I jumped a little.  Turning, I found myself face to face with a very handsome man.  In fact, he was an Adonis with broad shoulders, muscular chest, narrow waist and hips, and . . .wow!

 

‘I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.  My name is Boris.  And you are. . . ?

 

“Julie. . .I’m sorry, I guess I was sort of lost in thought.”

 

“Yes, I noticed that.  They make an interesting couple, don’t they?  They’ve been fucking each other since I arrived here two days ago.  You would think they would rest once in a while, wouldn’t you.”

 

“Hmmmm. . . .well, they certainly are oblivious to the rest of us.  Anyone who can make the best of this situation should be applauded.  Or at least, left alone.”

 

“If the guards catch them, they will be punished.  They have already been caught once but it doesn’t seem to bother them all that much.  I watched them being whipped early this morning and now they’re back at it again.”

 

I realized my hand was still over my cunt and I jerked it away nervously.  A silly grin passed over my face as Boris smiled at me.

 

“How did you happen to be brought here? I asked, hoping to divert his attention from my obvious embarrassment.

 

“Slavers kidnapped me last week while I was vacationing in Southern France.  I was drugged and woke up here day before yesterday.  I have no idea how long I was unconscious or where we are except this is an obvious slave auction.  What about you?”

 

“I was kidnapped on an island in the South Pacific and brought here on a slaver’s ship.  I am, or was, a professional photographer who happened to be involved in an airplane crash somewhere on a deserted island.  Slavers took me after I’d been there for more than a year, living with natives.  Five of the native girls were taken with me.  You can see them over there.”

 

“You are very beautiful, Julie.  I expect they will demand a high price for you in the auction.”

 

“How does that work?”

 

“You’ll be taken into the arena and displayed.  Perhaps they will whip you so that you will show them how you react to the whip.  They will make you degrade yourself.  Then the auction will begin and the auctioneer will do things to you in order to raise the bidding.  After what seems an eternity, you will be sold.”

 

I shuddered involuntarily.  Clutching my arms across my breasts, I inhaled sharply.

 

“After what I’ve been through the last year, I can’t imagine doing anything more to degrade myself.  You said you’ve been here two days.  How often do they hold these auctions?”

 

“Once a week, I’m told.  The next one is tomorrow.”

 

“Good!  They wouldn’t dare whip us the day before the auction, would they?”

 

LATER

 

I awoke in the arms of Boris and sat up, unsure of where I was for a brief moment.  Around me were the sleeping bodies of the other slaves.  I heard grunting sounds and gazed over into the far corner where the same couple were once again enthusiastically making love.  I smiled and looked back down at Boris, still asleep.  The two of us had matched the other couple with loud obscene noises last night.  I stroked his bare chest and wished that our circumstances were far different.

 

I looked about for some means of relieving myself but found nothing.  The urge overcame modesty and I found an empty corner of the cage where I crouched and emptied my bladder.  I saw several of the others doing the same and realized that we were nothing more than animals, waiting for someone to take us in.

 

Boris was awake when I returned to his side.  He smiled up at me and I saw that he had a huge erection.

 

“I thought we took care of that last night!” I exclaimed, wrapping my fingers around is throbbing shaft.

 

“To see you as you are in the morning stirs my senses.  I wish our circumstances were different.  I would like a thousand nights like last night.”

 

I was about to respond when a loud clanging interrupted my thoughts.  I looked up to see several men dressed in white togas banging on the steel bars that enclosed us.  They had plates of bread and bottles of water and were throwing them through the bars.  I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten since I had left the ship and was ravenously hungry.  There was a mad scramble for the food and several fights broke out.  I was pushed about by angry people and thrown away from the supplies.

 

Just when I gave up any hope of getting something to eat, Boris appeared with two rolls of bread and two bottles of water.  A thin cut dripped blood from his arm but he was grinning as he sat down beside me.

 

“Desperate people do desperate things!” he said as he bit into the roll.  I glanced back at the others just as someone screamed at the top of their lungs.  A woman staggered out of the circle of people holding her hand between her legs.  Sobbing, she fell to her knees, still clutching her pussy.  I turned away, unable to watch her suffering.

 

As the morning wore on, the occupants of the cage began to mill about, talking in a myriad of different languages.  I recognized some were Hispanic, some were Asian and others were European but I did not find any other Americans in the group.  About noon, the doors opened to the main building and people began to file in.  Men and women circled the cages, peering at us curiously and making notes on little tablets as they moved.

 

Despite myself, I found the experience erotic.  There is something about being naked in front of fully clothed people that is at once humiliating and at the same time arousing.  A woman of obvious European ethnicity stood staring at me for several long minutes.  In response, I thrust out my breasts and spread my legs.  She stared at me for a few more moments, smiled and made a note in her book.  Others passed by and seemed startled to see an American in with the myriad of other nationalities.  An Asian man grinned at me and made several notes on his tablet.

 

After an hour or two the people filed out and a number of guards circled the cage.  Two of them entered the enclosure and grabbed the couple who had been so industriously making love.  The girl cried out and tried to pull away but she was no match for the guards.  The couple disappeared from the room, struggling but to no avail.

 

Gradually, the cage was emptied until there were only four of us left.  When the guards came and took me, I looked back at Boris and he smiled at me, giving me the “thumbs up” signal.  I could hardly agree with his optimism.

 

I was taken to a small room on the same level as the cage where two women oiled my body until it glistened.  The chains were removed that bound my wrists and ankles but they left the chain hanging loosely from my collar and it brushed against my breasts as I walked.  The guards returned and I climbed the long flight of stairs to my destiny of slavery.