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part two of Sold For Sex
-----the Voyage and the Auction
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     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. "Im 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.