Revised January 18, 2012
BOOTY: Captive Women on a Slave Ship
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JILL
Voices
were nearby—they were coming back. There were men’s voices raised in dirty
vulgarisms and women screaming in fear and protest. It was then she heard her
ship-found friend’s voice, pleading and sobbing.
“Oh, my
God!—what are you doing. Please don’t. I have a fiancé”. We’re going to get
married. Oh! I can’t. Please don’t do this, pleeze!”
The men
were screaming how pretty she was, arguing over which of them would get
‘firsts’ with her.
“Throw
her up on that lifeboat, Clem.”
***
Cap’n
knew there was no way to prevent what was happening now, this poor, virginal
young blonde, the one about the same age as his daughter back home, the one
currently being ravished by one, and soon
half a dozen more of his motley crew.
He watched with morbid fascination as the crew
member they called ‘
It Struggling under his hulk of a body, with every protesting,
evading movement she made, it seemed a little more of him disappeared into the
fluttering butterfly.
With
three men holding her petite body, even though the girl fought valiantly to
keep this hairy beast from having her, resistance proved futile. The young
girl’s valiant struggles, her rapist’s inordinate endowment, her pubescent
tightness, none of those factors could deny the bestial coupling. With yet
another female captive it was once again being proved that given enough
incentive, no obstacle was so great it couldn’t be overcome.
He had
her now. Her long slim legs gradually raising and coming farther apart, his
huge manhood was past any resistance at all, slowly disappearing until
unbelievably, all that remained showing was his two large testicles and that
hairy butt pushing up into the best he’d ever had.
After
She
closed her eyes again, turning her head as far away from the slobbering,
grunting man as she could. That’s when Cap’n started wondering if the girl
might actually have started to enjoy what was happening. The men were noticing
too, because that’s when the shouting and hollering really intensified.
“The
little bitch is enjoying all this. Look at her move that little ass of hers.
Hurry up and shot that load of yours into her tight little snatch so the rest
of us can have a crack at her too.”
***
“Oh how
Trish wanted to rescue her traveling companion from those violent men, the
vibrant young girl who was suffering such horrible indignities. But what good
could possibly come from two of them being involved in the melee rather than
one? Two to share a similar plight, wouldn’t that would be the inevitable
result of such wasted bravery.”
***
The
heavy canvas cover yielded some from the weight of the girl as her slight body
was thrown helplessly just inches away from her travel friend hiding just
beneath
With just
that heavy tarp separating them, Trish could see and hear the struggle, men’s
heaving exertion, her friend’s frantic flailing.
“That’s it. Spread her legs apart. Some of you
others grab her arms. Hold her.”
There
was the unmistakable sound of clothing ripping.
“God,
ain’t she a purdy one. Look at those knockers. Why
she’s so young she ain’t hardly got no hair down there at all.”
Jill
was screaming and pleading now. The canvas above Trish was quaking furiously as
the scuffling continued directly over head.
“God, she’s a feisty little bitch.” The man evidently
exposed himself then. “Don’t worry
Dolly. Look at what a real man gots for ya.”
Her
beautiful friend, Jill, was pleading and sobbing as the scuffling and
struggling continued.
“Oh, my
God no, please, not that!”
The
crew, those who were assisting in the violation of Trish’s friend and also the
ones who had gathered to watch and wait their turn in the ravishment of such a
beautiful young prize, were whooping and hollering at the girl’s frightened, pleading reaction to that huge
erection she, like a transfixed bird, couldn’t take her eyes off of. Of course
the one named ‘
“You’ll throw stones at your honey-boy, won’t
even want him no more after you have your fill of a real man. Now lie real
still ‘little darlin’ while I show you what lovin is really all about.”
With
the struggle going on directly overhead and the taunt canvas yielding even more
in accommodating the heavier weight, it was now apparent that
How
could men be so cruel as to plunder such a lovely creature? How could they
ignore her pitiful sobs, her frantic flailing to prevent what, by now seemed
inevitable?
“God,
help me! No! Oh, someone pleeze help me. OH! No, not that! No, no!”
The
struggling going on over Trish’s hiding place was slowing some, her beleaguered
friend obviously losing her strength, gradually yielding to the bestial
violation of her femininity.
“Ah,
that’s it; get her legs spread nice and wide. Look at that snatch. Lucky
It was
obvious they’d be having their way with the poor girl any second now. With all
her heart Trish wanted to help her friend but knew she’d only provide another
victim for the animals to plunder if she should make her presence known.
The
struggling was nearly subsiding now, just hapless little fluttering, a young
girl’s broken gasps and a man’s heavy, guttural grunts.
His
broken sentences reeked of his rutting efforts,
the victory he was achieving and the pleasure he was receiving from this
little jewel, not quite a woman and yet still not a child.
“That’s
it little Dolly. Your struggling is making it go in real nice. You’re tight,
but I can tell you sure as hell ain’t been saving up for your wedding day. Hard
as it is getting into your little pussy, I can tell you’ve never had one like
me before. Get those legs up. It’ll go easier for you that way.”
Her
reluctant surrender was signaled by sound emitting from deep with her vocal
chords, guttural, trailing off into a soft moan as the violation became
completed.
Oh
God—not thiiiisss!
***
For
moments, the canvas separating what was happening directly over the frightened,
cowering girl hidden below was still.
Her friend’s voice shrill in its panic and discomfort, gave a vivid
accounting for the delay.
“He’s
in. My God, you’re all way inside.”
He’d
been resting, preparing for more of his heady violation of innocence and
purity. Now the canvas was moving under their weight again, the rippling motion
keeping cadence with his grunts, her moans. The pace was quickening, the
unlikely couple’s motion growing steady and repetitive.
His
voice was inflected with the decadent bliss of what he’d accomplished.
“You’re
liking this now, aren’t you my little one. Ah, how
nice and tight you are.”
Her
pale face framing those sky blue eyes, looked up so pleadingly and helpless
underneath the bulk of this man so much older and bigger than she. Of course
Trish, her eyes streaming with sympathetic tears over her friend’s plight,
couldn’t know this, but she sensed it anyway.
He was
looking down at the most lovely treasure he’d ever plundered. Jill’s eyes
closed and she turned her face away. The need for verbal exchange no longer was
necessary. The one on top, the man doing this to her wasn’t going to stop, no
matter what she said.
“Hummph!”
He’d
groan as his hips rammed his massive erection into such a cringing little body.
“You’re a tight little bitch.”
She’d
gasp as her horribly violated young body would jolt ahead from his battering
thrust.
“Hummph.”
“Gasp”
“That’s
it--you’re enjoying your big man now aren’t you, little Dolly?”“
Impervious
to his verbal exchange, she’d gasp with every thrust as her body would jolt
forward.
Look at
they way your little hips are moving.”
“Hummph!”
“gasp” Hummph!”
“gasp” Hummph”
‘gasp”
The rocking
of the lifeboat in its deck moorings, the rapist’s pleasure grunts and the
rippling motions of the canvas cover established a steady rhythm now. With each
of his plunging thrusts and accompanying grunts of pleasure, the petite female
grotesquely attached to his mammoth sex gasped as her body jolted forward and
away from the huge man’s battering desecration.
It
appeared that the canvas might give way as the thrusting and jolting increased
to almost violent intensity, her friend’s voice keeping time with the motion.
“No...No...No...No…No!”
“Ohhhhhhhh!!!” Gasp “Noooooooo!”
But all the protest in the world couldn’t stop
what had already happened—what was happening now.
Tears of sympathy flowed from Trish’s eyes
with the frustration of knowing she was helpless to do a single thing to help
her friend. There was momentary relief when she realized the movement above had
subsided.
As the
weight of the first rapist separated from what became the slight indentation of
Jill’s body, there wasn’t even a murmur of protest from the victim when the
canvas yielded to yet another violator taking the place of the one before him.
That is if you hadn’t listened real close and heard a sob escaping out from
Trish’s hiding place.
There were five in all, five ugly, dirty men taking
their turn at violating that beautiful, formerly untarnished little creature. One
back for more of the same,
A GHOST FROM THE PAST?
Jill
hadn’t been virgin when she was kidnapped and the first rapist forced his
attentions on her. Of course, the others, the crewies who came later (literally
and figuratively), their lust was focused on having carnal knowledge of the
youthful little blonde, not whether her hymen was intact or already taken.
There’d
been that boy back in
There
had been the black one too, the one who couldn’t talk at all. He wouldn’t even
look at her, had cringed away like a frightened dog when the crew suggested
that he try the little blonde too. She’d seen him naked, knew that those lusty
men weren’t exaggerating one bit when they said he was the ‘biggest’ the entire
ship had to offer.
Drunk
one night, Hawk, Jill’s mighty protector, was passed out down in the hold and
the crew, looking for new thrills, decided they’d like to see old Sam breed the
best the ship had to offer. Them females, whoever the
crew picked to do it with the big black, might want to decline having a giant
Negro ramming his big thing in and out of her private place, but what she personally
wanted or didn’t wouldn’t have mattered one iota to those lowlifes.
“It
just weren’t fair, that big black having to wait for months till he got to
shore so he could find one of his own race. It just weren’t natural for a man
not to have himself a good piece once in a while.”
Of
course, it was obvious that those rowdies were looking for a whole lot more
than just seeing that a crew member got his fair share of the booty from all
that plundering and raping they were doing. That little blonde, the young
skinny one who had fought like a tiger with the first of them who was breeding
her, she was sure liking the cock now. The bigger the better, she even was liking it when
It was
a sight to behold,
“It
didn’t bother her none with us watching, either. If
A
fiasco like what they were plotting had been brewing for days, so Jill had some
idea of their devilish plot. Some of the crew, more teasing than threatening,
had introduced her to the idea of having
“the biggest the ship had to offer”, taking notice that she sure wasn’t
acting all that fearful.
He’d
been awesome before, that midday when she’d seen Sam naked. With dark black
skin gleaming wet in the sun, his muscles rippling as he climbed back up the
side of the ship, he’d appeared over the ships rail in all his glory. His eyes,
for the tiniest of moments, feasted on her beauty, a woman has ways of knowing
something like that.
Jill,
in her sheltered upbringing, had never even seen a black man before the
abduction. Then, as two vastly human beings stood such a short distance apart,
seeing his awesome differences, the stunned girl resigned herself to an
uncertain fate. It wasn’t fear, though, the burning sensation dominating her
impulses. The prospects were beginning to look exciting. Very Exciting!
Some of
the crew had joked with Jill about this man, his fright, his fear and outright
refusal to bed with white females. One conversation in particular made an
indelible impression on her vivid curiosity. Finished and exhausted, her man of
the moment and she lay naked in sticky after-talk. He’d been satisfying enough, but nothing like
what he’d been describing.
“Old
Sam, we’ve tried pairing him with a dozen white ones, fancy Southern gals,
young ones, some frightened and resistant, others who’d taken that big thing of
his in an instant if he’d just cooperate. None of them could get him going.
Then again, none of them was golden haired, young and pretty like you is,
though. Bet you could get any man you set your mind on having.”
Well,
‘talk the talk’ was okay, but now for Jill, ‘walk the
walk’ was standing before her very eyes. She was wearing some skimpy little
night thing, cooler in the mid-day sun. He was looking like he’d just seen a
ghost as he feasted his eyes on this little blonde princess. Pale and trim,
when he got to her eyes, bluer than the sky, he noticed she was focused on him,
down there.
Then they,
the little white girl, and he, the mammoth former slave were standing inches
apart, both looking down at the same thing. His mind, his soul might have been
sworn to chastity, but that ebony of his was having ideas along a totally
different direction. The black snake was closing the gap, reaching out towards
this childlike, white dove.
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