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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 ‘Petra’, rammed that inhumanly large thing of his in and out of that straining, gasping little form under him. The hairy animal of a person had been delayed at first—there was simply no way he could force all of him like that into such a tiny, cringing, little thing. As fate would have it, her own writhing and twisting was actually assisting in what she was trying to prevent with every fiber of her being.

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 Petra’s organ was fully contained, he had made agonizingly slow hip movements to get things going. It was then the girl with the long. golden curls turned her face towards his, eyes opened as if to study who was doing this to her. Those pretty blue eyes were strained from the effort of all this, but took on a look of determination.

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 ‘Petra’ wasn’t about to be deterred from his sexual victory no matter how much his pretty plaything begged and pleaded. If anything, her reluctance stimulated him all the more.  

 “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 Petra had forced himself on top of Jill’s nakedness.  Trish, hiding so perilously close, was relieved the canvas would support this vile activity, even though her heart tore for her friend who was about to be violated in such a terrible way.

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 Petra, you got yourself a prime one there. She’s so young she ain’t got hardly no hair on that little snatch at all.”

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, Petra, after resting a while, was pushing and shoving his way back to the front of

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 England, the one she’d hardly felt at all while he was doing her. He’d left his mark though, if you could describe carrying his child in that way. Still, on that first day and night with the crew, Petra, when he rammed that big thing way up inside, had been worse than giving up her virginity. At least, at first he had. Who would have thought that eventually she would prefer that huge man over all the others who had known her carnally that abusive night?

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 Petra was shoving the meat to her now that Hawk taught her how to relax and enjoy.

It was a sight to behold, Petra pinning that little blonde to the mattress and shoving that big thing of his in and out.

“It didn’t bother her none with us watching, either. If Petra finished before he got her off, that cute little thing would be asking another of us to take his place. Bet it wouldn’t take no two or three of us to finish her off if old Sam was the one a-shovin his big, black, meat to her.”

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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