Slave Ship

by Mark Andrews

  She even complimented me on my physique. “Ooh, master, you have a beautiful body,” she gushed and I smiled slightly. Of course it was all show. I knew she hated me as she had never hated anyone in the world before but that didn’t matter. They would all hate me. But they would also fear me and that did matter!

  “And now you will demonstrate how good you are with your tongue and your lips,” I said. “First lick my balls...”

  I laid down on the bed and spread my legs and she followed me, squatting down between them but eyeing me nervously. It was clear she had never done such a thing before and I guessed she had always been in control of any sexual situation with her boyfriends. Always the imperious aristocrat, I thought. But not any longer. Now, she was going to learn that she was well and truly a slave.

  She tried. Obviously the memory of the cane was still strong and as her tongue laved all over my hairless but still crinkly ball-sack, I sighed in pleasure. I let her go on with this for a while but then ordered her to take the tip of my now rigid cock into her mouth and work her lips over the glans. She gave a squawk of distaste but then, horrified I might make good my threat and call for Henry to take her back down to the slave deck for another dose of the cane, she quickly opened her mouth and worked it over my cock. She even did a fair job of sucking it but I had other, far worse tasks for her and now I drew me knees up to my chest, exposing my anus to her horrified eyes.

  “Yes, slut. Get you mouth down there and lick my arse!”

  I lay there, watching her carefully. This was probably the worst thing she could imagine. Would she cave in and rebel, or would the memory of the pain from this morning be paramount in her mind?

  The cane won. She hesitated only a few seconds and then, although her face showed the revulsion she obviously felt at my order, her head bobbed down and I felt her tongue licking at the tiny ring of muscle.

  “That’s it, sex-slut. Work it in... harder... harder still! Work it! Push it right in.”

  I lay there and watched her silky hair bobbing up and down as her tongue and mouth worked at my anus.

  This was not actually one of my fetishes. It was pleasant enough but I was really doing it only to humiliate her and train her in the art. There are many men who really delight in this act and she would have to learn it eventually - that and every other fetish we could imagine. Henry, like each of the other trainers, was already well-skilled in these for we had had a sex expert come and train them all back at the camp and he was now on the ship, being responsible for all training in the sexual arts...

  I dropped my legs back down after about ten minutes and she looked up at me, relief obvious on her face as she waited for my next instructions.

  “Now lick all around my cock - and then you can take it right into your mouth - right down...”

  Her face fell as she imagined trying to deep-throat me. She wouldn’t be able to of course. I knew it was an art that takes a lot of training, but I would make her try... First though, she used her tongue on my totally naked pubes. As I said I have a fetish about hair on the human body - I hate it and that goes for me as much as my sexual partners and I was never more pleased than after I had it all removed - permanently.

  She apparently liked it too for she gurgled in pleasure as her tongue laved all around the root of my cock and balls. “Ooh, master, you are so smooth, so soft...”

  “Glad you like it, girl,” I said dryly.

  I let her go with this for a few minutes more then ordered her to take my cock - all of it in her mouth. It was then she astonished me. She had clearly never taken a man’s penis in her mouth before - that much was obvious from the distaste she had shown earlier when I ordered her to suck its crown. But now, she went down on it like a pro. She scooped up the rigid organ between her lips and then dove right down on it. Almost to the root. My cock is a good size, thick as well as long and I was absolutely astounded that she got so much of it inside her the first time. Her lips weren’t exactly on my pubes but they weren’t far off and that meant the tip of my cock was well past the opening of her throat which in most people causes the gag reflex to kick in, making them retch horribly.

  Not her though and I was astounded at her self-control. She pulled back off it slowly, her eyes watching me carefully. I smiled at her encouragingly. “Well done, girl... Go on...”

  I now saw a change come over her. Far from showing the repugnance and horror of a few moments ago, there was a certain gleam in her eyes and she actually smiled - just a little. But there was nothing little about the lunge her head now made as she swooped down on my cock again - and this time she went all the way, until her lips were resting on my naked pubes.

  Again she withdrew while I lay there in a rapture of pleasure. The silken smoothness of her throat was wonderful and her lips, as she pulled back off my shaft, tightly pursed around it, was just as pleasurable.

  What a marvel, I thought. Just a few minutes ago, she was a recalcitrant. Now, she seemed to be getting right into the swing of things. I wasn’t convinced she was now fully conditioned. A leopard does not change its spots that easily, but it certainly demonstrated the efficacy of the cane. Of course, it was also possible that she was a latent sex-slut and that it had only taken the events of today to awaken her inner-most and hitherto unknown (even to her), desires.

  That would become apparent over the next few weeks while we trained these twelve and then began to acquire more girls. In the meantime, I was enjoying myself immensely. I didn’t let her bring me to a climax though. That would be reserved for a little later when I fucked her properly.

  First though, I was going to bugger her.

  I thought if anything would bring her to rebellion, this would. Her anus had not been prepared for it. It would, in the weeks to come. Right now however, I was testing her and humiliating her. Conditioning her by pain and degradation to her new status - as would be the trainers and the crew members they recruited for the purpose over the next weeks.

  “Alright, girl. Enough! It is now time to move on to your next pleasure... Lie here next to me and draw your knees up to your udders...” I used that word advisedly and it had the desired effect, making her shudder in shame that I could refer to such beautiful organs in such crude, animalistic terms, but she obeyed, lying down right next to my body and bringing her knees up to her chest.

  I then climbed up and knelt at her bum, looking down at her while she stared up in me in fear. I think she knew what I was going to do and while she didn’t protest, I could see she was very frightened. I greased her bum-hole - I didn’t want to hurt her physically at this moment (and also my cock) and then pushed it at her gaping anus - then kept on pushing, forcing her sphincter wider and wider until my cock slid right on in - quite easily, although she was very tight.

  She screamed of course. Nothing this big had ever opened her ring as wide as this before but I dropped down onto her body and smothered her screams with my lips while my hips bucked up and down, spearing my cock in and out of her anus in short sharp strokes.

  At first, her fingers were like claws on my back, raking them as the pain of the anal dilation stabbed at her innards, but then, as that most resilient organ adjusted itself to the new shape, her fingers relaxed and I began to hear a change in her tones. The screams of pain changed to whimpers of pleasure and now her fingers turned into claws again, this time urging me on to harder and harder thrusts, punching my back and sides with her small fists and in between raking at my back and buttocks.

  And now she began to respond in other ways, her body thrusting up to meet my downward lunges. Then I felt her come, her oily juices oozing out of her frontal orifice and coating my belly while her teeth bared and she bit me on the neck in the frenzy of her sexual tension.

  I withdrew after that and handed her a damp cloth to wipe me clean. She was panting now (as was I, actually) but she took the silently proffered cloth and without a
word, wiped me clean and then her own body.

  “That... was... incredible, master,” she gasped at last, staring at me in awe (and no longer in hate) as her body and mind slowly came down off the high that had totally engulfed it.

  “Glad you enjoyed it,” I said, smiling easily at her. “If you continue like this, girl, you may well avoid too much pain. There will always be some, for my clients are going to enjoy hurting you girls, but you will at least avoid punishment.”

  “Will there always be sex like that, master?”

  “Every day,” I said firmly. “You are going to learn every permutation of giving sexual pleasure that we can discover and you will learn to deliver it all day, if that’s what the client wants...”

  “And will they all want to hurt us?” she asked in a small voice.

  I didn’t dissemble with her. She was showing signs of coming to grips with her new life and I decided to be honest with her. “Most, probably, but you will find, after we condition you to pain, that you will be able to bear it and will even come to look for it as part of your sexual pleasure. And once that happens, you will become a veritable sex-machine...”

  “Ah,” she said dreamily,” her mind now wandering over the possibilities.

  “And now, lie back. I am going to fuck you properly...”

  She did and as I stared down at her lovely body I felt strange stirrings in me. I didn’t know what they were. Not then, but they made me feel good and I stared at her with a new lust driving my libido crazy.

  Lying there, stark naked, hairless and with my brand gracing her lower belly, she looked utterly beautiful. Her velvet-smooth skin so soft and yet the muscles just apparent under it. To touch it was like feeling warm marble that had had cream poured over it. Her face, now that it had that dreamy expression on it, looked quite angelic and as she moved slightly and her muscles rippled, I nearly came on the spot.

  I hurriedly mounted her, dropping my lean hard body onto hers and again nearly coming as her soft skin grazed against mine. I knew I was going to have to be very careful not to climax too soon for my libido was now at an all-time high and I wondered at this for I had never lacked in having beautiful girls at my beck and call all my adult life, or at least since I made my billions. It was true Allison was perhaps more beautiful than them but I knew it was more than that. Exactly what it was, I wasn’t sure.

  The sex was incredible. Her tongue and her mouth working on my balls and then my cock had been wonderful, and so had my raping her up her backside; but what came now was absolutely stupendous. It engendered in me a pleasure I had never felt before and that pleasure went on and on, growing in intensity and hanging around like it never had before.

  And under me, I could feel her responding in the same way. Her body was reacting to my cock in ways no other girl’s ever had before. This girl was a natural sex-machine, I thought wildly as she continued to excite me higher and higher and yet not trigger an ejaculation!

  You don’t believe it? Neither did I. I had trained myself to be in control at all times, even under sexual stimulation and it might be thought I was merely exercising that control now? I was not. I had lost control over myself what seemed like hours ago (but was only a few minutes in reality) and yet, although I don’t think she was conscious of what she was doing to me, it was her and her body that was making me dance like a puppet.

  And still I didn’t come. Up and up I went - or rather my libido did. I was screaming (I think) and in a few moments, Henry burst into my room and then pulled up short, staring at us in awe. He later told me the two of us looked like wild animals, rutting harder than he could believe possible.

  And then I came - in an explosion of raw sexual pleasure that went on and on and on and on, seemingly without end, during which Henry silently backed out of the cabin and silently closed the door after him.

  We were both exhausted of course. Totally so, not even able to find the strength to rise and shower or even rub our bodies down. We clung to each other silently and then simply fell asleep.

  When I awoke in the morning, she was gone. Henry had come and taken her away while I slept. I lay there and wondered at the phenomenon that had overtaken me last night.

  There had been nothing in her make-up, or at least in what we had been able to find out about her, that had indicated she was a born whore or that she even possessed such traits. And yet, once I had overcome her initial repugnance, something in her had seemed to snap and she had gone for it all and responded to my stimulations with incredible reactions.

  What did it mean? What did it brook for the future? I had no idea but I knew one thing. No other girl was going to be any good for me after Allison!

  Chapter 4

  Reports began to filter in from the crew and the trainers about the other eleven girls. I was ecstatic. The short sharp lessons we had already instilled into them, some by experience, others by example, were bearing fruit. All were very scared and eager to avoid Allison’s trial.

  I had no doubt that the ritual nature of her caning had impressed on her fellows how serious we were about taming them and preparing them for their roles as sex-slaves. To have had her merely bend over and touch her toes to receive the cuts would have been impressive. What we had done was quite macabre and as they glanced around at the other pieces of equipment already set up in the PR, they must have wondered when they would be destined to experience them themselves. Some were obvious in their application; most were not, as you will see as my tale unfolds.

  All of the girls underwent a rigorous training regime.

  This involved three separate and distinct areas: firstly, physical development for we wanted them to be paragons of lithe, athletic beauty. None of them was to have an ounce of fat on her body and her muscles were to be developed to the point of, but not beyond willowy suppleness. We certainly didn’t want muscle freaks and I had impressed this point on Billy Gibson. As a result, he concentrated on a range of isotonic exercises that developed their muscled a little but more importantly, toned them until they looked sleek and lissom without being gross.

  They also learned the arts of sexual pleasure. To teach them these skills, I had scoured the world for the best there was and I had been lucky enough to find Ravindra, an Indian who was not at all fazed by my floating brothel and got straight into his lessons with the girls. Under the threat of the gadgetry in the PR, they were all eager students and some, like Allison who had discovered her own sexuality on the ship, were genuinely keen to learn.

  They also worked. I had decided that the menial work of the ship: the scrubbing and polishing, the laundry duties and of course, when we had them, the stewarding of our guests, would all be undertaken by the slaves and so Dennis Ashton, a former butler to a great household but who had been fired for theft, now trained them in the domestic arts. I thought it quite amusing to watch as Allison Howard, former aristocrat, was taught how to launder fine underwear, iron delicate silks and satins and scrub the deck...

  From the foregoing, you will understand their days were full. We roused them at four and they were cleaned, ate (sparingly of fruit) and then went to their first lesson. The cleaning room might interest you.

  Imagine the showers in a football changing room. Now remove the heads and place a low wall between the shower area and the rest of the room. Place a fire-hose in the hands of a trainer and you’ve got it. The trainer on duty herded them all into the room and over the low wall, armed himself with the hose and then battered them with the massive jet until they were shaking with the cold (this woke from them any residual sleepiness) then turned off the water so they might soap themselves and each other down. Then he battered them again.

  There were no towels. They came out of the recess and jumped up and down until they were just about dry then went to feed on the masses of fresh fruit that was all that was allowed them in the morning. In fact their diet was very healthy and it, co
mbined with their extraordinarily hard exercise programme, soon got rid of any residual fat on their flesh.

  How did they sleep? In the tiny individual cells on the slave deck (this was the one low down near the bottom of the ship that couldn’t be located by any nosey customs inspectors). Each cell was just four feet wide and eight long and was totally and utterly bare. They had to learn (and very quickly) how to sleep on a bare steel deck and if they were foolish enough to need to go during the night, they did it on the bare deck. They then had to clean it up themselves the next morning - and suffer punishment for their ‘crime’ afterwards.

  It was spartan alright but it underlined to them their status and it made them more appreciative of being called to serve a guest in his cabin for many men would keep them all night and the luxury of sleeping in a real bed in a spacious cabin would be eagerly sought.

  I shan’t go into the details of their training. You will already have appreciated that it was rigorous, detailed and very, very thorough. I had hired the best in each field and I wanted the girls to be the best there was.

  It worked and in only a few weeks, all twelve of them were docile, highly trained sex-slaves who would also double as stewards to the guests and perform the menial work on the ship as well.

  I particularly watched Allison change from the hoity-toity aristocrat into a highly skilled courtesan who could also clean a cabin, valet her master of the moment, dance a most provocative belly-dance and polish the brass-work on the ship.

  But I also watched the others. Juma was another who particularly appealed to me, her tall, muscular body intriguing me almost as much as Allison did. Of course I had had her in my cabin on one of our first nights and her antics on my bed had to be seen to be believed. If Allison had surprised me with her performance, Juma did not for I had expected nothing less, but it was still an incredible night of love-making for me. She could arch her body right up - even with me riding it and the contortions of her muscles and the positions she got her body into were absolutely incredible.