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Caveat lector. (M+Fffg, nc, oral, anal) If you don't like sex
stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories about sex with
underage children, don't read it. If you don't like stories about
forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set
for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for
you to read this story, don't read it.

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Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved This story
may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
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All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any
resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

Voyage of the MS Priapus Part 01

By Norm DePloom

Ruth hid her disappointment as she and her daughters settled into
the two cabins they had booked on the cargo ship MS Priapus. 
They had boarded the ship at the Port of Stockton.  Ruth had
always been amused by the 'California's Sunrise Seaport' on the
bottom of the sign over the port's entrance.

As Captain Hoover accompanied his guests up the gangplank, he had
informed them that there were other passengers expected; a man
traveling with his son, the Captain had said, and an older
retired couple that often sailed with him.

On the way to their cabins, Captain Hoover had taken the woman
and her daughters on a tour.  He took them through the dinning
room where all members of the crew, and the passengers ate.  He
had assured Ruth that she and her daughters would dine with him
at the officers table.  The Captain took the four of them to the
bridge and explained the various instruments and controls.  The
officer who was manning the bridge saluted as the Captain and
owner entered.  Ruth noticed that his uniform seemed to be just
as worn and threadbare as the Captain's.

The ship seemed to be a bit old, the cabins were smaller and more
Spartan than she had imagined them being but, all things
considered, she didn't see any problem being on board the small
cargo ship for a couple of days.  The ship's name 'MS Priapus'
seemed slightly disreputable, but Ruth had no idea why she
thought that.  Ruth chuckled as she went next door to her girls'
cabin, Captain Hoover had reminded her of Santa Clause.  His mane
of red hair and full red beard were well on their way to turning
white.  The 'Santa Clause' appearance was completed by the small,
round, wire-rimmed glasses that rested low on his nose.  The
threadbare appearance of his 'uniform' had contributed to the
feeling that he was, at the most, an overly friendly but harmless
puppy-dog of a man who would probably entertain them with endless
stories of his adventures as a ship owner and Captain.

Ruth stayed in with her daughters for a few minutes to share the
excitement of starting their long planned adventure.  To be
honest Janet, her oldest daughter was coming under protest, but
it would only be two days aboard the ship, then a month with
Ruth's parents in Los Angeles.  The return trip to central
California would be on Amtrak.  Jenny, her youngest daughter, and
easily the most excited by the prospects of an adventure, had her
map spread out on the floor where she was using her finger to
trace, for the thousandth time, the course of the deep-water
channel that ran through the rich delta farm lands from Stockton
to the San Francisco Bay. All four of them were surprised when
they felt the ship move.

Ruth, followed by her three daughters, found her way back to the
bridge, and tried to ask why they were leaving sooner than
expected.  Captain Hoover dispatched a young junior officer to
show the passengers to the observation deck, above the bridge,
where they could watch without getting in the way.  Janet
immediately began to flirt with their escort.

"What's your name," Janet asked, not quite rubbing against him.

"James, what's yours?"  The young man gave Janet such a frank
looking over that she backed off.  He shrugged, then continued to
the group.  "You can watch from up here while we get underway." 
Ruth and her daughters moved over to the side of the observation
deck indicated by the young officer. "The pilot's already on
board."  Janet, having gotten over the shock of the unmasked
sexual desire she had seen in the young officer's eyes, was once
again standing beside him.

"I thought pilots flew airplanes?"  Janet looked up at the young
man.

"They have to have a pilot who's familiar with the local water
ways." Jenny, the youngest girl said rolling her eyes with
disgust for her older sister's ignorance.  Janet tried to signal
her youngest sister to shut up, without taking her eyes off 'her'
officer.  "This one will take the ship through the deep water
channel to San Francisco bay," Jenny continued, happy to show off
her knowledge, "then another pilot will take them through the bay
and out into the Pacific ocean."  Ruth pushed herself between her
oldest daughter and the young officer. Thank god, it'll only be a
couple of days, Ruth thought as she grasped the rail.

Announcing that he had to get back to work, James left the mother
and daughters on the observation deck and headed back down the
Stairs to the bridge. As they watched, two tugs carefully moved
the freighter away from the dock and into the turning basin,
where they turned the ship one-hundred-eighty degrees.  They
heard the engines rumble, and felt the ship vibrating before they
saw any noticeable forward motion.

"We're never going to get to San Francisco at this rate," it was
the first thing any of them could remember Joan, the middle
sister, saying since they boarded the ship.  "This is just too
boring."  Joan turned and headed towards the stairs.  "I'll be in
the cabin," she said back over her shoulder, "reading my book." 
Joan's mother and sisters stayed on the observation deck watching
the delta farmlands slowly drift by.

No matter how beautiful the delta might be, the others eventually
grew board with the view and joined Joan in their cabins.  Janet
played games on her Gameboy; Joan red her book; Jenny spread her
maps out on the cabin floor and did her best to keep track of the
ship's location; their mother took a nap in her cabin and
rejoined her three daughters just in time for dinner.

The food was good, and plentiful.  The entire crew ate together
in the dinning room.  The officers sat together at one table with
the passengers.  The officers all introduced themselves, then
Captain Hoover asked Ruth to introduce her daughters.

"This is my oldest, Janet," Ruth said, indicating the daughter
furthest from her.

"And how old is Janet?"  Captain Hoover asked looking at Ruth.

"I'm sixteen," Janet informed the Captain.

"I was speaking to your mother."  Captain Hoover informed the
girl with a stern look.

"She's sixteen," Ruth repeated weakly.

"Yes?"  Captain Hoover said, encouraging her to continue.

"This is Joan, my second daughter, she's fourteen, and this is
Jenny, my youngest, she's twelve."  Ruth was a bit disturbed by
the way Captain Hoover's eyes lingered on her youngest daughter.
Thank god it'll only be a couple of days, she thought as her
attention returned to the food on her plate.

"Why, Mrs. Danellie," Captain Hoover said with a sly smile, "you
couldn't have been any older than Janet is now when you gave
birth to her."  Ruth could feel her face turning bright red as
all the officers paused to look at her.

"W...w...well," Ruth stammered, "maybe just a little older." 
Ruth could feel her face continuing to turn red with the
admission that she'd been only a teenager the first time she got
pregnant.  She was relieved further embarrassment by her youngest
daughter who began peppering the Captain and officers with
questions about navigation and ship handling.

"What happened to the other passengers, if you don't mind me
asking?"  Ruth asked Captain Hoover during a short pause in her
youngest daughter's interrogation of the officers.

"Not at all, Ruth, may I call you Ruth?"

"Yes, of course."

"Mr. and Mrs. Hanford decided to travel down to Los Angeles by
air, visit some friends then join us for our trip through the
canal."  Jenny, who had lost interest in the discussion as soon
as it turned from nautical matters to other passengers, perked up
as soon as she heard the words 'the canal'.

"I'd love to go through the Panama Canal."

"I'm sure you will, someday," the Captain directed his response
to Jenny.

"And the other passengers?" Ruth asked, refusing to let the
conversation get hi-jacked by her youngest daughter.

"Well," chuckled Captain Hoover, "it seems there was some legal
question concerning the relationship between the man and the
boy," the other officers joined in the mirth, "not that we would
concern ourselves about such a matter, but the Port Authority
seemed to think it was important. Something about a crackdown on
sex tourism."  Ruth's growing ill-ease was not lessened by the
cavalier attitude of Captain Hoover and his officers concerning
sex tourism.

"What kind of flag is that on your ship?"

"It's a Karimun flag," the Captain answered.

"Karimun?"

"Yes, it's a small Indonesian island-nation."

"Do you do a lot of business with ah, Karimun, was it?"

"Yes it's Karimun and, no, I don't do any business there other
than pay my ship's registry fees.  And those I pay by mail.  This
ship has never been within a thousand miles of Karimun."

"It's called a flag of convenience, mom," Jenny added, obviously
embaressed by her mother's display of nautical ignorance.

"I'm sure your youngest daughter can explain it all to you,"
Captain Hoover said.  "We will be entering San Francisco bay
around nine o'clock this evening, if you wish to enjoy the view
of the city lights from the observation deck, I'd suggest a
sweater or coat."  The Captain looked at his passengers.  "You
know what Mark Twain said about San Francisco?"

"No," Ruth said as she and her daughters shook their heads.

"He said," the Captain continued with a broad smile, "that the
coldest winter he'd ever experienced was a summer in San
Francisco."

"The name of your ship, Captain, 'MS Priapus', what does that
mean?"

"My ship is named after a Greek God," Captain Hoover answered,
then left the room.

The lights, reflected on the bay waters were beautiful, they all
agreed on that.  Even if the rest of the trip was miserable, Ruth
thought as she gazed at the lights and their twinkling
reflections, seeing this is worth it.  Ruth and her daughters
stayed on the observation deck until the shadowy hulk of the
Golden Gate Bridge moved silently over their heads and shrank
behind them.  They watched the cliffs widen, spreading away from
the ship as the 'Golden Gate', the entrance to the San Francisco
Bay, gave way to the Pacific Ocean, then succumbed to the numbing
affects of the cold wind and headed back to their cabins.

"We should have the coast in sight on the port side of the ship
all the way to Los Angeles."  Jenny announced to the room as she
looked at her maps.

"Which side is the port side?"

"The port side is the left side of the ship when your facing the
bow.  I've told you that about a hundred times."  Jenny tried to
remain patient with her oldest sister.

"Is the bow the front or the back?"

"It's the front, I keep telling you, the back is the stern."

"Then why don't they just call it the front of the ship?  Or just
call it the left side of the ship?" Jenny gave up trying to
explain nautical terms to to her sister and went back to her
maps.

Ruth was awakened by a pounding on her cabin door. She could hear
a faint 'momma, momma..." between the bangs.  Getting out of her
bed, Ruth rushed across the cabin and opened the door to see what
the crisis was.

"We're going the wrong way," Ruth's youngest daughter announced
as soon as she opened the door.

"What do you mean 'going the wrong way'?  How can the ship be
'going the wrong way'?"


"I mean the ship is going the wrong way," Jenny insisted, she was
obviously agitated by her discovery.

"How do you know the ship is going the wrong way? Did the Captain
or one of the officers tell you we were going the wrong way?" 
Jenny walked across the cabin and sat on her mother's bed.

"As soon as I woke up this morning I went up on the observation
deck," Jenny explained to her mother, "I was up there for awhile
before I realized that something was wrong, and that I couldn't
see the coast off the port side of the ship."  Ruth was just as
confused as her oldest daughter about what the 'port side' of the
ship was, but it had been her understanding that the coastline
would always be in view during the trip.


"I'm sure Captain Hoover has a very good reason for going further
out in the ocean than we thought," Ruth said, trying to mollify
her youngest daughter, "we can ask him at breakfast.  I'm sure
there will be a perfectly good explanation."  Jenny looked
dubious, but went back to the cabin she shared with her two older
sisters.  Ruth looked out the cabin window, she had no idea
whether the window was on the port or starboard side of the ship,
but she found the sight of nothing but water as far as she could
see disconcerting.  Pulling on a sweatshirt and matching
sweatpants, Ruth slipped on a pair of sandals and headed for the
observation deck.

Jenny was right, no matter what direction she looked Ruth could
not see anything but water.  Finding the sun, Ruth looked east
and still saw nothing but ocean.  While she was facing east Ruth
tried to remember if south was to her left or right.  She
imagined herself back home in her backyard, "that way is south,"
she said out loud, lifting her right hand and pointing.  As best
as she could estimate the ship was traveling in a south westerly
direction.  She told herself that the explanation she had offered
her youngest daughter could still be true, but she didn't really
believe it and, for the first time realized how helpless she and
her daughters were; four females on a ship with, she estimated,
thirty males, and no way to escape.

Ruth knocked on the door to the bridge and demanded to see
Captain Hoover, if he really is a Captain, she had added under
her breath.  The officer on duty informed her that the Captain
was not available, but her was sure she would get all her
questions answered at breakfast.  Agitated and frustrated, Ruth
went back to her cabin.  A few minutes later there was a loud
knocking.  When she opened the door her three daughters rushed
in.  Janet was in tears, Joan appeared to be terrified, and Jenny
was angry.

Through the confusion, tears, and everyone talking at once, the
story slowly unfolded.  Janet had gone out, headed for the
observation deck, she must have taken a wrong turn and ended up
in a hallway with the young officer, James, and a couple of
crewmembers.  Despite her tears and begging, the three men had
backed her into a corner and were grouping her breasts with their
hands under her blouse when Joan and Jenny, having heard their
sister crying discovered the scene.  In the confusion of having
been caught the three men ran off and the three girls ran to
their mother's cabin.

All four of them decided to forgo breakfast and stay locked in
the cabin.  Ruth did her best to keep her daughters calm; her own
lack of serenity was exponentially increased when she remembered
that Priapus was the god of male erections.  At lunchtime, Ruth
used the cabin phone to call and ask if their lunch could be
brought to the cabin.  The voice on the phone informed them that
this was not a luxury liner and if they wanted lunch, they could
come to the dinning room like everyone else.  Ruth's daughters
all voted to go without lunch and stay in the cabin.   As the
dinner hour approached, they all knew, without having to discuss
it, that they could not stay locked in the cabin forever.  They
all jumped simultaneously when the cabin phone rang.

"Hello," Ruth answered with a tentative, quavering voice.

"This is second officer Phillips," the gruff male voice said,
"Captain Hoover has asked me to inform you that he expects you,
and your daughters, in the dinning room in five minutes."  The
voice paused then continued.  "If you are not in the dinning room
in five minutes members of the crew will be dispatched to fetch
you and bring you to the dinning room.  Trust me, Ruth, you don't
want to be fetched by this crew."  There was a click and the line
went dead.  Ruth's hand was trembling so violently she had
trouble hanging up the phone.

"What is it mother?"

"We've been ordered to come to the dinning room."

"We wont go," Jenny said indignantly, "we will stay right here
with the door locked."

"No, honey, we can't.  If we don't come to the dinning room they
will break the door down and take us there."  Ruth held out her
arms and all three of her daughters hugged her.  "I'm sorry," she
said with tears streaming down her cheeks, "I am so sorry."

The crew and officers were much rowdier than they had been the
night before.  Most of what the crewmembers said Ruth could not
understand, and what she could understand she wished she didn't.
'Which one is ours?"  Seemed to be the crews main question, and
it was being asked in several languages.  With her arms around
her youngest and her middle daughters, and her oldest daughter
walking beside the youngest, Ruth and her children walked through
the barrage of obviously offensive comments to stand in front of
the Captain and his officers.  Ruth desperately tried to think of
something, anything she could say that would stop the inevitable
rape of herself and her daughters.

"Please," Ruth begged falling to her knees, "do whatever you want
to me, but don't hurt my daughters."  Even as she said the words,
Ruth could hear how idiotic she sounded.  Captain Hoover laughed.
 He laughed so hard his stomach shook and he had to wipe tears
from his eyes.

"Ruth," he said as he leaned forward and took her hands in his,
"you and I both know that there is nothing you can do to stop us
from doing whatever we want to you and to your daughters."  Janet
and Joan were clutching each other for comfort while tears
streamed down their cheeks.  Jenny, the youngest was standing
with her arms folded looking defiantly at the officers, not a
tear could be detected in her eyes or on her cheeks.

"You have nothing to negotiate with.  You can't bargain with your
cunt, we already have that.  You can't bargain with promises of
cooperation, because most of these men are hoping you won't
cooperate." Ruth remained on her knees in front of the Captain
who continued to hold her hands in his as he spoke in a low
serious tone.


"What you are going to do now, is climb up on this table and take
off your clothes so that all of us can see your naked body."

"No," Ruth said softly as she tried to pull away. She had, some
time around the middle of the afternoon, reconciled herself to
the inevitability of getting fucked against her will, but
climbing up on a table and stripping in front of all these men
was something else entirely.  "I can't do that."

"You have to," Captain Hoover said, using a tone that could
easily been mistaken for concern for her wellbeing, "there's a
whole range of things that can happen to your daughters, ranging
from mildly unpleasant to horrific.  It all depends on you." Ruth
no longer thought that Captain Hoover looked like Santa Clause. 
Now she was sure he looked more like a demon.  Ruth climbed
slowly to her feet. Using her hands for support she climbed up
onto the table.  She swayed, and almost fell then steadied
herself.

"Take it off cunt," the voice came from one of the crewmen
sitting on the other side of the room.  Ruth was acutely aware
that she had nothing on except the sweatshirt and sweatpants
she'd been wearing all day without even a bra or panties
underneath.  For some reason she did not have time to analyze,
Ruth was afraid the men watching her undress would think that she
was a slut because she wasn't wearing underwear. Suppressing her
fear and anger, Ruth took off her sweatshirt and sweatpants as
matter-of-factly as she could manage then stood with her arms
folded looking down at the floor so she would not have to see the
lust in the eyes of the men.

"Well boys," Captain Hoover said once Ruth was naked, "she's all
yours."  Twenty men rushed the table and pulled her down.  Ruth's
feet never touched the cold steel deck as the swarm of men
carried her through hallways and down stairways. Her ass and
breasts were well explored during the trip; rough hands mauled
her body while calloused fingers pinched and pulled her nipples.
Even before they reached their destination, her legs were pulled
open and fingers began to explore her cunt and ass.

Ruth turned her head when she heard heavy objects hitting the
deck  and saw one of the crew clearing off a table, carelessly
pushing everything onto the deck.

One ugly little man seemed to be in charge, giving orders to the
crewmembers in several different languages.  After she was
deposited on the table in the crew quarters, her arms were pulled
over her head.  Tilting her head up, Ruth watched, helpless, as
rough hemp rope was tied to her wrists.  Using her legs, they
pulled Ruth towards the end of the table.  With her ass hanging
half off one end, they tied the ropes securing her wrists to the
table legs at the other end.  Even as more rope was produced to
secure her legs, one man on each side of the table each grabbed
one of Ruth's breasts with both hands and, squeezing them until
Ruth cried out in pain. Leaning over their sobbing victim, the
two men began to suck and chew on Ruth's nipples.   Working
around the two nipple chewers, the rest of the crew tied Ruth's
legs after spreading them painfully wide and bending them back
until she was almost bent in half.

"We are not going to fuck you in random order," the man who
seemed to be in charge told Ruth as the first crewmember prepared
to enter her widespread cunt.  "To insure maximum pleasure for
everyone," Ruth doubted that she was included in the 'everyone'
for whose pleasure this man was concerned, "we are going to fuck
you in the order of our cock sizes." The man was now standing at
the end of the table, beaming down at Ruth.  "I will be the last
one." Looking over her head, Ruth saw that the man's hardening
cock did not just bulge the front of his trousers, but formed a
thick growing ridge in his pants leg that seemed to reach half
way down to his knees.  The men all around her were already
pulling swelling cocks from their pants and lining up, stroking
their dicks while they waited their turn. As the first man
approached her, Ruth tried to pull away, but the rough hemp rope
dug into her tender skin and held her securely in place.  Almost
out of her mind, Ruth began sobbing and begging the men not to
fuck her.  Ignoring her pleas, the first man in line rubbed the
head of his cock up and down Ruth's pussy, which, in spite of her
terror and pain, had become wet.  Thrusting his hips forward, he
became, without knowing it, the first man to fuck Ruth against
her will.

Jenny watched her naked mother being carried from the room, she
felt like telling her two older sisters to snap out of it, but
knew it would do no good.  Jenny turned from her cowering
sisters, to glare at the officers still seated at the table.
Jenny noticed Captain Hoover watching her.  She knew he had been
watching her since they had boarded the ship.  Jenny had been
through 'dangerous stranger' lectures every year at school, and
had no doubt what Captain Hoover's intentions were. "Phillips,"
Captain Hoover addressed his executive officer, "give the oldest
one to the junior officers, you take the middle one and bring
that young morsel to me."  While her two sisters continued to
cling to each other and back away from the approaching men, Jenny
walked over to Captain Hoover, not bothering to hide her
insolence and anger.  Already attracted to Jenny's young age, her
fearless challenging stance added to her appeal.

"Sit down," Captain Hoover said, indicating the chair just
vacated by Mr. Phillips.  Jenny stood her ground and glared at
the man.  "It would be best if you learned to take orders." 
Jenny shrugged, then sat in the chair next to the Captain.  "I
assume you're old enough to know what's going on."  Captain
Hoover said after a moment of silence.

"Yes, I know what's going on."

"Your mother is down in the crew's quarters getting fucked by
twenty men."  Captain Hoover chuckled, "it will probably be
several days before she goes for more than a couple of minutes
without a cock inside her."  Jenny was still putting on a brave
face, but Captain Hoover noticed her lip trembling.  "Do you know
if either of your sisters have been fucked yet?"

"No," Jenny looked at the man sitting next to her, he was
discussing the rape of her mother and sisters without even a hint
of it meaning anything to him.

"No, they haven't been fucked yet, or no you don't know if
they've been fucked yet?"

"I'm sure Joan is still a virgin, and I think Janet is."

"And what about you, have you been fucked yet?"

"No."  Jenny said with icy anger.

Mr. Phillips, obviously preferring to rape young girls in
private, had disappeared with Joan.  The other officer's were
playing a game with Janet. They had surrounded her and were
pulling and ripping at her clothes.  Every time she would try to
move away from one of her tormentors, she would move within reach
of another one.  Her blouse was torn almost off, and one of her
small breasts was hanging out the bottom of her bra cup.  Jenny
looked over at Captain Hoover; he seemed to be enjoying the
cruelty of his officers.  Janet's face was contorted with tears
and fear, Jenny could hear her begging the men to leave her alone
between sobs.  Jenny swore a silent oath that no matter what this
man did to her she would never let him see her crying, or hear
her beg for him to stop.

"Let's go see how your mother is getting along with the crew,"
Captain Hoover said standing up.  After waiting for a moment,
Captain Hoover grabbed a handful of Jenny's hair and pulled her
to her feet. "Unless told otherwise," he explained to the young
girl, still holding her by a handful of hair, "you will always
accompany me where ever I go.  If you ever make me wait for you
when I stand up to leave a room you will receive a beating, do
you understand?" Jenny nodded her head, indicating her
understanding.

"Just like everyone else on this ship," Captain Hoover continued,
pulling Jenny's head back so he could see her face, "you will
always address me as sir and answer with yes sir, or no sir, do
you understand?"

"Yes sir."

Captain Hoover released Jenny's hair then turned and walked from
the room.  Jenny followed.  The officers, engrossed in their game
of tormenting their virgin before fucking her, paid no attention
when Mr. Phillips left with his share of the booty, or when the
Captain left with his.  Several times Joan managed to break out
of the circle of men and would be pursued around the room.  Even
after they had managed to rip all of the clothes from Janet's
body, they continued chasing their naked sixteen- year-old victim
around the dinning room, grabbing at her breasts, or swatting at
her fanny when they caught her.

Once she was naked Janet's tormentors began hold her for a minute
or two each time they caught her; allowing their fellow officers
to more thoroughly grope her virgin body before they would let
her go only to chase her down once again like a pack of hounds
after a fox.  The game of cat and mouse continued until the
'mouse' remained crouched in the corner of the room, sobbing on
the edge of hysterics and refusing to move.  The 'cats' gathered
around their victim and discussed in great detail exactly what
each one of them was going to do to her over the next few hours.
Janet was beyond even attempting to fight back when the ship's
officers finally picked her up and, spreading her naked body
across one of the tables, prepared to follow through on all the
'promises' they had made to her.

Joan clung to her older sister and wept as she watched their
naked mother carried from the room. For Joan, her older sister
had always represented safety.  Janet had always protected her
from the older kids at school, and had often taken the blame for
things at home even when they were Joan's fault. Their mother's
third pregnancy, after their father had left, pushed the two
girls even closer.  Seeing her older sister helpless had
disturbed Joan almost as much as had the sight of their naked
mother being carried of by a group of men bent on rape.  Joan
wailed even louder when she was torn from her sister's arms.  A
large, disreputable looking, not especially clean man held her
with one large hand on the back of her neck.  The hand was so
large it wrapped completely around her neck and the thumb and
fingers met right over her windpipe.  The hand held her neck so
tight it felt like her head was going to pop loss and roll across
the floor.  Holding his young prize by the back of her neck, Mr.
Phillips marched the girl across the dining room and into the
hallway leading to the officer's quarters.  Pausing only to open
the door to his cabin, Mr. Phillips closed the door behind him
then lifted Joan by her neck.

With just her toes touching the floor, and unable to turn her
head, Joan felt the hand as it began to pull at her clothes.  She
felt the blouse, which was supposed to go over her head, rip as
it tore from her body.  She felt the hand slip under her bra
between her small breasts and pull until the clasp broke behind
her back.  The straps scraped down the back of her arms, then it
was gone.  She felt the hand work her shorts and panties down her
legs until they were low enough that her own struggles took them
the rest of the way to the deck.

Joan felt the hand move over her naked skin.  It moved from one
breast to the other, then down across her belly to her crotch. 
It moved from her crotch around to her fanny, then back around to
her crotch. Joan scratched and pulled at the hand around her neck
as the other hand moved back up her body to her breasts.

When the hand stopped touching her, Joan watched, from the corner
of her eye, as Mr. Phillips unbuckled and unzipped his trousers,
then let them fall down his legs to the deck.  She saw his cock
sticking straight out from his body.  It looked huge to Joan. 
She had never seen a cock before so she had no idea whether this
one was abnormally large or not, but, to her, it looked huge.

The hand stroked the large cock several times before it returned
to Joan's naked body and, after roughly pinching her nipples,
moved back down to her crotch. Then, with one hand in her crotch
and the other holding her neck Mr. Phillips picked the young
naked girl up and tossed her onto his bed with no more apparent
effort than it took Joan to toss one of her dolls onto a bed. 
Mr. Phillips climbed onto his bed and placed his hand on the
front of Joan's neck, pinning her to the mattress.  Holding her
legs open with his body, Mr. Phillips once again explored the
young girl's body with his free hand.  He spent long minutes
watching the fear on her face while his hand moved from her
breasts to her virgin pussy then back to her breasts again. 
During all of this, the man did not say a word to his naked young
victim or make any sound at all.

Growing tired of just touching, Mr. Phillips grasped the base of
his cock and, without removing the hand that held her by the
neck, or taking his eyes from her face, he found her young pussy
with his cockhead, and began to rub up and down the virgin slit.
Mr. Phillips enjoyed the fear and pain he saw on Joan's face
every bit as much as he did the feel of his cock forcing her
virgin cunt open.

Once in the hallways, Captain Hoover let his right arm rest over
Jenny's shoulders, his thumb moved gently back and forth over her
right nipple as they walked towards the crew's quarters.  Jenny
quickly lost track of the turns of the hallway, the doors they
were going through, and the stairways they went down.  The trip
would have been confusing enough without the rhythmic brushing of
her nipple, Jenny found it hard to think of anything else with
her nipple crinkled and standing out as if it wanted to increase
its contact with the Captain's thumb.  They went through a last
doorway and Jenny froze, until Captain Hoover moved her further
into the room.  The room was filled with bunks stacked three high
on top of each other.  To their left the crewmembers were
gathered round a table.  While she could not see her mother,
Jenny already knew that she was on the table.  Jenny tried to
hold back, but Captain Hoover moved her across the room and, as
the men moved aside for him, up to the edge of the table.  Jenny
gasped and once again tried to pull away, her mother was lying
naked on the table, and her arms were over her head with each of
her wrists tied to a table leg.  Her legs were pulled up and
apart.  Ropes ran from each bent knee to the corresponding table
leg.

"Oh, god, please no," Ruth said as she turned her head to the
side away from Jenny, tears streamed from her eyes and sobs
wracked her body.  A large, giant of a man was standing at the
other end of the table, his trousers were down around his ankles,
he held each of Jenny's mother's ankles and used them to steady
himself while he thrust his hard cock in and out of her pussy. 
Unable to escape, Jenny moved closer to the Captain and tried to
bury her head against his body.

"No honey," Captain Hoover said, forcing her to turn her head
towards the table, "watch while they fuck your mother."  Captain
Hoover grasped the small breast under Jenny's blouse with his
right hand, which was still hanging over her shoulder.  His cock
hardened both from the view of Ruth being viciously fucked, and
from the feel of the small cone of firm flesh that was under his
hand.  Just the size I like them, Captain Hoover thought, nothing
but a small cone with a large sensitive nipple on top. Exploring
it with his fingers, he could tell that Jenny's small breast was
almost half nipple. Despite her revulsion, Jenny became
fascinated by the site of the man's hard cock moving in and out
of her mother's pussy.  Jenny had never seen another woman's
pussy, not even her sisters, and she'd never seen a man's penis
except in a picture one of her school friends had shown her once.
 The Captain's fingers gently stroking her nipple sent chills
over her body and caused a warm wet sensation between her legs. 
The same sensation she enjoyed so much when she rubbed herself
before going to sleep at night. The large man held himself deep
in Ruth's body while his hips made several short thrusting
motions, he moaned and spoke loudly in a language Jenny had never
heard before.  Several of the men gathered around the table,
apparently waiting their turn, laughed and spoke back to him. 
When the man's body relaxed, Jenny watched as he pulled himself
from her mother's body.  His cock was thick with large veins
running up the sides under the skin and it glistened with her
mother's pussy juice and the cum of the men who had gone before
him.  As the next crewmember positioned himself, Captain Hoover
changed positions, moving behind Jenny so he could watch the show
over her head while he wrapped his arms around her sides and
gently fingered both of her small breasts through her blouse.

"Watch this," Captain Hoover talked softly in Jenny's ear as his
fingers pulled gently on her nipples, "watch his cock sliding
into your mother's cunt."  Jenny, out of curiosity leaned forward
just slightly so she could watch the big red head on the man's
cock push her mother's pussy lips open.

"No, don't," Ruth moaned as one of the men on the other side of
the table pinched and twisted her nipple.  Jenny moaned and
leaned back against Captain Hoover as his large warm hands
completely enveloped her small breasts.

"Don't you just love the sight of a hard dick sliding into a wet
pussy?"  He whispered in her ear. Jenny could feel the Captain's
cock growing hard against her back.  She tried to imagine what it
was going to feel like when Captain Hoover's cock penetrated her.
 As she watched, Captain Hoover moved his hands from her breasts,
down across her belly, then curved his hands so his fingertips
pushed between her thighs.  Jenny bent her knees slightly, making
more room for the Captain's hands as his fingers moved across her
clitoris.  The crewmember had established a firm rhythm, fucking
his cock in and out of Jenny's mother.

"When your ready," Captain Hoover said, "pull out so our little
Jenny can see what it looks like when a man's cock cums."  The
man nodded his understanding, without breaking the rhythm of his
fucking.

"Feel your mother's breast," the Captain ordered Jenny.

"No," Jenny whispered pushing back against him.

"If you don't do as your told," he whispered, pushing harder
against her cloth covered clitoris and virgin pussy as he moved
his fingers back and forth over her crotch, "these men will start
really hurting her."  Jenny moaned softly then reached out with
her right hand.  "That's it," the Captain encouraged, "feel her
nipple and make it hard."  As Jenny gently felt her mother's
nipple and breast with trembling fingers, the Captain continued
to firmly caress Jenny's crotch with his right hand, and moved
his left hand back up over her belly, slipping it under her shirt
to massage her small breasts.  Still holding her mother's nipple
in her fingers, Jenny leaned her head back against the Captain's
chest.  Jenny's hips began to move in a small, gentle rocking
motion.  She hated herself for responding to the Captain's
touches while her mother was being treated so badly right in
front of her, but she could not bring herself to stop the motion
of her crotch against the invading fingers.  Her nipples had
never been touched by another person, and Jenny had never
imagined that it would feel so much better than it did when she
touched them herself.

"Watch," the Captain hissed in her ear.  Jenny opened her eyes;
the Captain was practically holding her off the floor by her
crotch.  The man fucking her mother pulled his hard cock out and,
grabbing it with his hand, held it while large gobs of thick
white fluid spewed from the slit topping its large red head.  The
cum splattered on Jenny's mother's stomach and pooled in her
belly button.  Feeling very detached from the scene in front of
her, Jenny wondered how much of that stuff had already been
pumped into her mother's body, and how soon some of it would be
pumped into hers.

They stayed long enough to watch the next crewmember's cock force
its way into Ruth, then Captain Hoover and Jenny left the room. 
As they walked back through the hallways towards the dinning
room, he kept his arm tightly around Jenny's waist, and his hand
on her small breast under her blouse. Jenny could see the bulge
of the Captain's hard cock in the front of his trousers.  When
the Captain and Jenny returned to the dinning room, they found
the officers going at Jenny's sixteen-year-old sister two at a
time.  Instead of being tied lengthwise, they had laid her across
the table with her ass hanging off one edge and her head hanging
backward off the other.  On one side of the table, James was
squeezing her breasts rather roughly while he forced his cock
into her mouth.  On the other side of the table, another officer
held Janet's legs spread apart and folded back until her knees
rested on the table and was fucking her with wild abandon.  It
wasn't until they approached closer that Jenny realized the
officer's cock was fucking in and out of her older sister's ass
instead of her cunt.  Up until that very moment, it had never
occurred to Jenny that a person's ass could be fucked.

The Captain paused briefly to enjoy the sight of his officers
fucking their prize, then moved on through the door on the other
side of the room that led to the officers sleeping quarters.  Mr.
Phillips was just coming out of his cabin as the Captain and
Jenny passed.  Through the door, Jenny could see her
fourteen-year-old sister sitting on the bed naked, hugging her
knees to her chest, and rocking back and forth while she wept.

"One of the tightest young cunts I've ever fucked," Mr. Phillips
said to the Captain as he passed.

"Glad to hear it," Captain Hoover replied with a chuckle as he
opened the door to his own cabin. Jenny felt a wave of fear sweep
over her as the cabin door closed behind them but kept it from
showing on her face.  She was still determined never to let any
man see fear on her face.  Captain Hoover sat in the swivel desk
chair then pulled the young girl over to stand in front of him. 
Without saying a word, he began to unbutton her blouse.  Jenny
could see the outline of his hard dick on the front of his
trousers as the Captain parted her blouse and slid it down her
arms to the deck.  Placing a hand on each side of her waist,
Captain Hoover pulled the twelve-year-old girl closer and gently
sucked on her right nipple.  Jenny moaned as it hardened in his
mouth, she could feel the wet warmth growing more intense between
her legs and knew, without being told, that this Santa Clause
looking man would be very happy when he finally discovered just
how wet she was.

Captain Hoover began to work Jenny's shorts down her legs as he
switched his mouth to her other nipple. When her shorts dropped
to the deck around her ankles, Jenny stepped out of them without
being told.  Releasing Jenny's nipple, the Captain turned and
pushed books and charts off the center of his desk then, placing
his hands back on her waist, lifted Jenny and sat her on the
space he had just cleared.

"Lean back and spread your legs," Captain Hoover ordered quietly
as he pushed her into the position he wanted.  Jenny leaned back,
resting on her elbows; the Captain lifted and spread her legs.
Jenny blushed as her legs opened and her young pussy was exposed,
for the first time.  Captain Hoover adjusted his desk light to
shine directly into Jenny's crotch then, using both hands, he
gently pulled her open.  Jenny gasped in surprise, then moaned
with pleasure as the Captain leaned forward, kissed and then
licked her young cunt.  He continued, working his tongue up to
her clitoris, which he flicked with his tongue tip then gently
sucked.  Then he worked his tongue back down the folds of her
virgin pussy.  When he reached the bottom of her cunt, the
Captain kept going until his tongue reached her ass.  Jenny
sucked air sharply into her lungs when she felt the tip of his
tongue wiggle into her tight anal sphincter.  She leaned her head
back against the wall behind the desk. Never in all the times she
had touched herself, had she ever thought that it would feel so
much better to have someone else touch her.  Never, even in her
most troubling imaginations had she ever thought that someone
would want to put their tongue on her pussy, much less her ass. 
Jenny's fear and anger were temporarily gone, all she felt was
the excitement of Captain Hoover slipping the tip of his finger
into her ass while his tongue probed deeply into her pussy and
sucked excitedly on her hard swollen clitoris.  Jenny quickly
lost track of how many orgasms she had while the Captain used his
tongue and finger on her pussy and ass, all she could do was to
moan incomprehensibly and rock her hips to fuck her ass on the
invading finger.  By the time Captain Hoover pulled his finger
from Jenny's rear, and removed his tongue from her wet, open
pussy, the young girl was more than happy to get on her knees
and, after unzipping the Captain's fly and pulling his hard cock
into view, take its head in her mouth.  It was Captain Hoover's
turn to sigh and moan as Jenny's untrained mouth and tongue
worked on his dick.  With the excitement of watching Jenny's
mother and older sister being raped by his crew, plus the thrill
of eating virgin cunt, Captain Hoover new that it would not be
long before he spewed his cum into Jenny's mouth.

"When I cum," the Captain told Jenny, petting her hair as if she
were a favored dog, "swallow it." The thought turned Jenny's
stomach, but what choice did she have?  "Just think how much jizz
your mother is going to be swallowing.  She'll have it oozing
from every hole she has for next couple of weeks." Captain Hoover
chuckled; the thought of Jenny's mother oozing cum seemed to
amuse him.  Moments later the Captain held Jenny's head in place
with a hand on each side, as his cock began to jerk and pulse,
sending streams of sperm into the twelve- year-old's mouth. 
Jenny swallowed rapidly and discovered that the actuality of
eating a man's cum was not nearly as bad as she had imagined it
would be.

"Hold it in your mouth," Captain Hoover instructed, "until it
starts to get soft."  With her hands resting palm down on the
Captain's thighs, Jenny held his spent cock in her mouth waiting
for it to shrink.  "Your pretty good for a twelve-year-old
virgin," the Captain continued as he removed strands of hair from
her face, "by the time we get to Singapore, you'll have a million
dollar mouth." Releasing the Captain's dick, Jenny looked up at
his face.

"Singapore?"

"Yes, that's where we plan to sell our currant cargo."  A sudden
chill ran down Jenny's back, she thought it best not to ask what
cargo they were planning to sell.

Ruth wished that she could have died rather than have her
daughter see her being raped by these men. By the time that evil
man had brought Jenny in to see her mother's degradation, Ruth
had already lost count of how many men had pumped their vile cum
into her pussy.  She was relieved when the Captain had taken her
daughter out of the room.  She wept bitterly, not because she was
being raped repeatedly, but because she knew that the same fate
was being played out for all three of her daughters. Shortly
after Jenny was taken out of the room the ugly little man who
seemed to be in charge of her gang rape, the one with the biggest
cock, dropped his pants and stood beside her stroking his monster
right above her face.

Ruth had fucked the first time when she was her middle daughter's
age, she had continued, pretty much nonstop, until she got
pregnant three years later.  Ruth had always figured she'd gotten
her share of cock, but she'd never seen one the size this ugly
little man was waving in her face.  She could not believe that it
would fit inside her body. He rubbed the bottom surface of its
large head up and down over her face while another crewmember
came inside her dripping, over fucked cunt, then pulled out to
make room for the next man.  The rest of the men gathered around
to watch as the ugly little man moved down to rub his huge dick
on her nipple.  They seemed to be getting excited by the idea of
watching this monster being forced into her.

"Even after all these cocks," he said as he continued to rub
himself on her naked body, "you're going to feel like a virgin
again when I put this inside you.  You're going to be thankful
these men stretched you, and thankful for their cum to lubricate
you when my monster goes inside you.  When I'm done fucking your
slutty little cunt," he said as he leaned close enough for Ruth
to smell garlic on his breath, "we're going to start all over on
your ass."  The man stood back up and stroked his huge hard cock
with both hands.  "I just wish I could put this in that little
girl of yours, you know, the one the captain had in here
earlier." Everyone in the room, except Ruth, laughed at the man's
joking.  "But the Captain wouldn't want his most valuable piece
of merchandise ruined by this monster."

"Oh, god, no," Ruth wept as the meaning of the man's statement
sank in, her mind went numb from shock when she realized that
these people intended to sell her and her daughters into sexual
slavery.  Ruth would have gladly become a sex slave herself, she
would have gladly allowed herself to be fucked to death in some
foreign whore house if it would have saved her daughters.  She
would rather die though than to spend the rest of her life being
fucked by strangers and knowing that her daughters were suffering
the same fate.  Ruth's tears, her realization of her and her
daughters' fates, seemed to act as an aphrodisiac on these men,
the last two to fuck her before the ugly little man, pounded
their large cocks into her cunt with additional viciousness.

"He gives you to us," the man said, as he rubbed the head of his
cock up and down her cum dripping cunt lips, "because you are the
least valuable of the merchandise.  Our fucking you will not
reduce your value anymore than it already is."  As he talked, the
man began to thrust his cock inch by inch into Ruth's body.  "He
will probably just give you away as a door prize when he auctions
your daughters."

Ruth gasped every time the man forced another inch of his cock
into her.  Her pussy felt like it was being stretched to the
ripping point.  The men had gathered round to watch and were
chanting in a variety of languages.  The ones speaking English
were saying "All of it, all of it..."  Every thrust brought
additional pain to Ruth.

"Stop, oh god please stop," Ruth begged shaking her head back and
forth.  But every time she felt the relief of the huge cock being
pulled partway out of her, it was followed by  yet another brutal
thrust even deeper into her abused body.  Just when she knew that
one more thrust would cause her to scream in agony, Ruth felt the
ugly little man's pubic hair grind against her raw over-used
pussy lips and knew that she had taken the monster inside her. 
Ruth suddenly felt triumphant, like she had just won a miraculous
victory against overwhelming odds.

Janet was not aware of her youngest sister's presence when she
and Captain Hoover stopped on their way to his cabin.  Partly
because her eyes were covered by James' balls while he manhandled
her breasts and and fucked her mouth; partly because she was
verging on a catatonic state.  She had experienced all the terror
and mis-use she could stand, and was practicing her own brand of
dis- associative therapy.  She no longer fought her attackers,
and would stay in whatever position she was placed in until they
moved her.  In many ways she was rapidly becoming the perfect
victim, she no longer cared one whit, which holes the men fucked,
or how many of them fucked her at the same time. Her thighs,
breasts, and face glistened with the not quite dry cum of the MS
Priapus officers.  The only time she was without two cocks
fucking  her, was when the officers were discussing how they were
going to fuck her next.  While the crew below decks preferred the
straight forward, standard, linier, one at a time, pulling a
train kind of gang fuck, the officers were more interested in
seeing how many of them could fuck a particular girl at the same
time.  That or doubles team fucking.  This night they were
involved in a rousing tournament of doubles team fucking.  They
had each put a hundred dollars into the pot, then drew names to
create their doubles teams and the order in which the teams would
fuck their new 'Cum Dump'.

When Captain Hoover and Jenny came through the dinning room, on
their way from watching Jenny's mother getting fucked to the
Captain's cabin where Jenny would get her virgin pussy licked for
the first time (and discover how great it felt to have her ass
fucked by the Captain's finger), the officers were nearing the
end of the first round of their fuck tournament.  James and his
partner were the next to last team to fuck Janet in the first
position.  Just after Jenny and the Captain left the room, James
had, as the rules required, pulled his cock out of Janet's mouth
and shot his cum onto her breasts.  After the final team finished
fucking the Cum Dump, a nick name which would stick with Janet as
long as she was on the ship, they turned her over onto her
stomach.  For the next round.  When James and his team mate were
once again 'up', James, since he had been the 'mouth man' on the
first round, got to choose whether he wished to fuck the Cum
Dump's cunt or ass while his team mate became the mouth man for
this round.  Every team alternated the member who was the mouth
man each round.  With every other round each player would get to
choose, depending on the position of the Cum Dump, to fuck either
its pussy or its ass.

There were two critical points during each round of competition.
As each team finished, the next team had to be able to 'salute
the Dump' with erections within five minutes or they would be
dropped from the tournament.  After they had begun fucking the
Cum Dump, they had to produce at least a few drops of ejaculate
to be eligible for the next round. During the tournament each
participant was required to cum on the face, breasts, stomach, or
back of the Cum Dump each time, in order to prove that they had
'done their duty' and weren't 'faking it'.

The MS Priapus had managed to build a cadre of officers who gave
credit to the god for whom the ship was named; men able to
achieve and maintain erections on a truly Olympian level.  Men
who seemed to produce prodigious quantities of seminal fluid. So
great was their prowess that the first five rounds of fucking
were referred to as the preliminaries.  Any man who failed, even
once, to make it to round six would be hounded from the ship in
shame and humiliation.  The second five were referred to as
'separating the men from the boys'. The rounds after number ten
were considered to be the real contest where the remaining
officers would battle it out with cock and cum for first place.
For every one of them the bragging rights were far more important
than the purse.  In those final rounds of play it was common for
one team member to get on his knees and help his teammate,
through oral and manual means, to attain the erection needed to
salute the Dump one more time.

Mr. Phillips was not a subtle, or kind, man.  He was used to
taking what he wanted when he wanted it. The idea of seducing or
wooing a female in order to get her cooperation in the act of
fucking her was totally foreign to his nature.  He had no problem
paying women, at least when you paid them, they spread their legs
and you could fuck them without worrying about such subtleties as
names, or ages, or whatever the fuck else a woman might want to
talk about before or after getting fucked.  Rape appealed to him
also, it had all the advantages of prostitution and did not cost
him any money.  As far as Mr. Phillips was concerned the only
purpose served by the female body was to provide him three holes
to fuck.

After fucking Joan's fourteen-year-old virgin cunt, Mr. Phillips
left her naked and weeping on the bed in his cabin and went back
into the dinning room for a cup of coffee and a little
entertainment watching the tournament.  Mr. Phillips liked
watching young girls getting gang fucked almost as much as he
liked fucking them himself.  He watched most of round two while
he drank his coffee, then went back to his cabin and found young
Joan curled up in the fetal position, softly crying.  Mr.
Phillips smiled, and chuckled softly, the naive little girl had,
unwittingly placed herself in almost the perfect position for him
to fulfill his perverse desires. Joan pulled herself into a
tighter ball when Mr. Phillips climbed onto the bed and laid down
beside her.

After opening his trousers and spreading lubricant on his
swelling cock, Mr. Phillips rolled over and, putting his arms
around the ball of young teen age girl laying on his bed, held
her in that position while he lined the head of his hard dick up
with her exposed ass hole.  Joan's soft whimpering quickly turned
to body wracking sobs as her virgin anal sphincter stretched to
accommodate her attacker's large, hard, cock.  Joan's struggles,
trying to break free from Mr. Phillips' enclosing arms, increased
his pleasure emminsly.  Mr. Phillips loved the way a little
girl's tight hole would grip and massage his hard dick when they
tried to fight him off.  He laid on his side, holding her ass
fully impaled on his cock until she exhausted herself and laid
still in his arms.  Then he began to move, fucking the entire
length of his cock in and out of her freshly stretched hole
until, unable to hold back any longer he shot his second load of
cum deep in her violated rectum.

Jenny wiggled like a naked little puppy when she climbed onto
Captain Santa Clause's lap after her first experience sucking
cock.  Having her pussy licked and her ass finger fucked had felt
so good Jenny would have laid on her back and opened her legs in
welcome if the Captain had asked her to. She snuggled her face
against his full beard and spread her legs without being told
when his exploring hand moved up her thigh.  She wanted him to
touch her again, she didn't ever want him to stop touching her. 
Jenny moaned softly and kissed the Captain's neck when the tip of
his finger pushed gently between her pussy lips.  She could feel
the Captain's half-hard cock nestled in her ass crack and gently
flexed her butt muscles to massage it as he pushed his finger
deeper inside her body.

"You're such a little slut for a virgin," Captain Hoover chuckled
as his cock began to re-harden in response.  Jenny had only heard
slut used as a bad word, something insulting to call a woman
during an argument.  At least that's how her father had used it,
in reference to her mother, before he left them for good.  But,
when the Captain called her a slut he made it sound like a good
thing. If enjoying having this man's hands touch her everywhere,
and enjoying him sucking on her nipples, or having his tongue on
her pussy, and his finger up her ass, or loving the feel of the
underside of his cockhead on her tongue, made her a slut, then
she was a slut. More than anything else, Jenny was sure that it
was the eagerness with which she was anticipating having the
Captain replace his finger with the cock that was hardening
against her butt, that made her a slut.

Captain Hoover removed his finger from Jenny's wet young pussy
then adjusted her body so his hardening dick stuck up between her
legs, its length laying along her cunt lips.  Jenny giggled at
the sight, then closed her legs to keep the rod of warm flesh in
place and began to move her hips causing her pussy to rub against
the shaft of the Captain's cock while her clitoris rubbed on his
cockhead.  While Jenny humped against the Captain's hard dick,
Captain Hoover supported her head with his left hand while he
gently pinched her nipples with his right hand and, bringing her
lips to his, tasted his own cum while he explored her hot wet
mouth with his tongue.  Jenny was rapidly discovering that she
was a very orgasmic young girl, no sooner had she begun to rub
her clitoris against Captain Hoover's cockhead, than she began a
series of orgasms.  Each orgasm grew in intensity as she wrapped
her arms around the Captain's neck and sucked on his invading
tongue as if her very life depended on it.  Captain Hoover pulled
his mouth away from Jenny's and, lifting and turning the
twelve-year-old, spread her legs and lowered her back down toward
his lap.

"Yes," Jenny moaned, almost crying with eagerness to have the
Captain's cock inside her body.

"Yes," she said again as she reached down between their bodies
with her right hand and by instinct grasped the shaft of his hard
cock and directed it into her more than ready pussy.

"Yes," she said again as the head of his dick separated and
stretched her virgin cunt lips.

"Oh, god, yes," she said once more as the entire shaft slipped
into her.

Ruth soon discovered that the ugly little man not only had the
largest cock, but was also the most brutal rapist.  The man
fucked her already abused cunt like he was trying to beat a
confession out of a prisoner.  His grin grew with every whimper
and moan of pain.  The more Ruth begged him to stop, the more
brutally he slammed his huge hard cock into her.  When he finally
came, buried deep inside her pussy, he ejaculated with such force
and volume that Ruth, for the first time in her life, actually
felt the fountain of cum drenching the walls of her cunt.

As soon as he pulled his spent weapon from her body, the rest of
the crew untied her wrists and legs then pulled her from the
table.  Ruth's break from the onslaught of hard dicks did not
last long.  Standing her at the edge of the table, they pushed
her over, bending her at her hips and laying the top half of her
body face down over the table.  The rough hemp ropes were tied
around her ankles and her legs were pulled painfully far apart
then lashed to the table legs.  Once her legs were secure they
used her arms to pull her across the table until her head and
breasts hung over the opposite side.  Retying the hemp ropes to
her already raw wrists they pulled her arms down tight and
secured them to the table legs on that side.  One member of the
crew grabbed a double hand full of Ruth's hair and made sure her
head could be pulled up far enough to get a cock in her mouth. 
Satisfied that her face would be available for later pleasures,
the man released her hair and let her head hang while he walked
around the table to join the rest of the crew.

Ruth's entire body was shaking with fear.  She had started
fucking at a young age, but she had never let a man put even a
finger or his tongue, much less a cock, anywhere near her ass. 
More than one lover had been bid a permanent farewell because
they would not respect her 'no touch' rule.  The very idea of
someone touching her there made her queasy, and the thought of a
cock going in her ass terrified her. That ugly little man with
the monstrously large cock had caused almost unbearable pain when
he fucked her cunt, a cunt through which three babies had been
born and seventeen years of fucking accomplished. If it hurt that
much in my pussy, Ruth trembled with the thought, how much is it
going to hurt when he puts it in my ass?  Ruth felt her butt
cheeks being pulled apart, there was laughing and comments in
several languages as what she at first thought was a cock, then
decided must have only been a finger forced itself into her.  So
much cum and cunt juice had flowed down over Ruth's ass that the
finger slipped in with very little resistance.  The finger fucked
slowly and deeply into her ass, then back out several times
before it was pulled out completely.

"What do you think?"  A voice asked.

"I think she's a virgin." The ugly little man answered.   Ruth
could not believe the general happiness that news seemed to
inspire in the crewmembers, and she just knew that knowing she
was an anal virgin would not make them be gentler.

Janet had no idea what was happening to her.  She remembered
being on her back on the table while men fucked her, and being on
her stomach on the table while men fucked her, and now she was on
her hands and knees on the floor while men fucked her.  Her
entire body seemed to be slick and sticky with the cum the men
who were fucking her had spewed on her skin.  She had no idea how
long they would continue fucking her, or what would happen to her
after the men finished fucking her.  Up until a few hours ago
Janet had only dreamed about fucking.  Now, she could not have
told you how many men had fucked her, or how many times they had
fucked her.  Up until today Janet had been confident of her
ability to control people, and her life, now she knew beyond
doubt that she was not even in control of her own pussy.

Mr. Phillips held his cock deep inside the fourteen- year-old's
ass while he pumped his second load of cum into her.  Joan had
long since stopped struggling, and lay in her attacker's arms
limp and compliant.  Mr. Phillips did not pull his spent weapon
from the young girl after his orgasm, but lay holding her close
while he enjoyed the warmth and tightness of her ass.  While he
enjoyed the sensations Mr. Phillips ran his hands up and down her
naked body, more as a ritual of ownership than from any desire to
bring pleasure to the girl.  This little slut was his to do with
as he pleased until they docked in Singapore.  After a few
minutes Mr. Phillips' cock began to grow and re-harden inside the
girl's ass.  Mr. Phillips put his right hand over the right side
of the girls body and, pushing his hand between her thighs,
completely covered her pussy as he held her secure by her crotch.
 With his left arm wrapped under here body, Mr. Phillips pinched
and pulled on her nipples while he once again began fucking her
ass.  With all the urgency dissipated by the first two fucks, he
settled into a slow steady rhythm.  He would slowly pull his cock
from the girl's body until just the head was held tight by her
sphincter, then slowly push it back in until his pubic hair
mashed against her stretched ass.  While the hand in her crotch
was primarily to hold her snugly against him as he enjoyed his
leisurely fuck, it did rub and put pressure on her clitoris and
pussy.  After a few minutes the small girl began to move her
body, gently, experimentally pushing back against the invader.

 From the moment Captain Hoover's shaft entered her, Jenny was
addicted to cock.  Placing one foot on the chair on each side of
Captain Hoover's legs, Jenny wrapped her arms around his neck
and, pushing her  tongue into his mouth, began to pump herself up
and down on his hard cock.

"Slow down honey," the Captain said, taking his mouth away from
Jenny's and grasping her by the waist with both hands to guide
her motions.  "Your instincts are good, but you have to learn
what the man likes and adjust yourself to that."   Jenny stared
into Captain Hoover's eyes with solemn seriousness, looking for
all the world like she was having the secrets of he universe
revealed to her, while she continued to fuck up and down on his
cock with a much slower, less frantic pace.

"At different times I like different kinds of fucks," Jenny
nodded her understanding and continued to fuck while she waited
for him to continue. "Right now I want a nice slow fuck that will
last a long time."  Jenny smiled at her teacher, fucking for a
long time sounded great to her.

"Sometimes," Captain Hoover continued pulling his pupal's cunt
all the way down on his cock and holding her there, "I like to
keep 'The Captain' buried in a cunt without moving at all.  Jenny
nodded her understanding with an accompanying frown of doubt. 
"Yes," her mentor continued, "it can take hours to cum that way,
but when you do cum you feel like your whole body is turning
inside out."

"But that's for another day," Captain Hoover said, starting Jenny
moving once again, fucking slowly up and down on his cock.

"And sometimes," he continued, gently moving some hair out of
Jenny's face, "I will slam you against, or onto whatever surface
is available and fuck whichever hole is handy without any concern
whether you enjoy it or not.  Jenny could not imagine not
enjoying having a cock in her body, no matter what the
circumstances.  The lecture seemed to be over, so Jenny laid her
head on her Captain's chest and, with his beard tickling the top
of her head, continued her slow, steady, methodical, fucking of
his dick.  Although she let him know each time she orgasmed,
Jenny was careful to never allow her pleasure to interfere with
her fucking.  Captain Hoover slid his hands up from Jenny's waist
until his palms covered her small breasts, Jenny put her hands on
top of his to hold them there.

"I'm going to cum," she whispered. Captain Hoover watched the
pleasure flow over Jenny's face as her nipples hardened against
his palms and her tight young cunt throbbed and clasped at his
hard cock while she continued her steady fucking without
interruption.  Captain Hoover slid his hands under Jenny's arms
to her back, pulled her forward until she was laying against him,
then slipped his hands down to her firm young fanny.  Spreading
her butt cheeks, Captain Hoover slipped his finger back into the
young girl's still virgin ass and was rewarded with a soft moan
and another shiver of pleasure from her firm naked body.  Jenny
picked her head up from Captain Hoover's chest and looked deeply
into his eyes.

"I think you've turned me from a virgin to a slut with just one
fuck."

"I think you were already a slut," Captain Hoover answered with
equal sincerity, "just waiting to be awakened."  They fucked,
moving together in erotic union until Captain Hoover anointed her
cunt walls with their first sperm.  After her final orgasm, Jenny
fell asleep in her Captains arms with his slowly softening cock
still inside her quivering pussy.  Jenny moaned and frowned in
sleepy disappointment when her cunt's first cock slipped from its
grasp.  Captain Hoover laid the naked, just fucked
twelve-year-old on his bed, zipped up his trousers, and went back
to the dinning room to see how the doubles fuck tournament was
progressing.

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