After their session with the Captain, Inga and Skippy, Wendy and Susie agreed to begin their assignments as the ship’s sluts. The screwing they had gotten from the three representatives of the cruise line had made the proposition much less reprehensible and much more intriguing.
Once they were established in their new positions, they would walk the ship, drinking, smoking and basically just loafing around, making their appearance known. They essentially worked the ship like it was a floating whorehouse. The term sex slave was more of a job title than anything because technically they weren’t really slaves. They were more like loose women providing sex on demand. In other words, they were expected to do nothing except fuck and when they weren’t fucking or engaging in any other form of sex, they were drinking or gambling or just sunbathing. They would also participate in activities, eat at the buffet, which was called incidentally called The Captain’s Table, and go to shows, just like the other passengers. It was just like being on a cruise, except for the fact that whenever anyone wanted to use them for sex, they would be expected to comply. Men and women would leer at them and cop feels whenever they felt like it.
At first they had walked around the ship in their dresses and flip flops, but soon, after being randomly fucked in various situations, they let any normal notions of behavior drop. Eventually, after they realized that they were spending too much time backtracking themselves to figure out where they had taken off their clothes, they decided that there was no point of wearing anything other than flip-flops.
Even though they had the run of the ship, Inga still come by occasionally to check on them. They didn’t really mind because sometimes Inga would use the dildo on them when she came. That was always fun and they never got tired of fucking the blonde Amazon even though she was never short on condescension.
Wendy had thought she wouldn’t be able to handle having sex with all sorts of strange men, but was surprised at how quickly she got over the initial shock. In fact she had found that she was now in a state of excitement almost all the time. She was so turned on that her pussy would be wet almost constantly and she would play with herself often, even in full view of whoever was around. She craved sex and there was no amount of dick that could satisfy her now. This, in turn, led to even more sex for her. And it was all out of her hands. She had been turned into a slut and she hadn’t even had to do anything except fuck. The sexual liberation was intoxicating and it felt good to let herself be used. All the women there wanted to eat her pussy and all the men wanted to fuck her.
It was the same way with Susie. It was true that at first they had been a little timid, especially Wendy, but they soon found that they were actually have a good time fucking all these strangers.
After getting started, Wendy and Susie went around together, but eventually were confident enough to work alone. This element really heated things up for them and the unusual settings always made things interesting and exciting. They would have sex in the various bars and casinos and on the Lido deck among other places. Wendy once even had to service a man while he made himself something at the burger bar.
Each day brought new sexual adventures, some of which were pretty weird. One day, Wendy had to have sex with a man who requested that she wear a fake moustache. She didn’t really understand what was up with this request, but it really turned him on. And since he was quite endowed and very aroused, she got a really good fucking, which was becoming a priority for her. After she got going, she did not have a problem with any kind of sex no matter how bizarre. She couldn’t believe how much she had changed.
All in all, it was a pretty good lifestyle for her. It allowed her to do whatever she wanted as long as she fucked whoever wanted her to. And she could be drunk on the job if she wanted. How many people could claim that perk?
But after several days, the girls began to notice that the buffet was beginning to serve the same meals as it had earlier in the cruise. They soon figured out what was happening. The cruise was coming to an end and the ship was going to be going back into port soon. One afternoon, they were sitting at the Lido deck pool sunbathing in the nude when Skippy came by and told them that they were going to be expected at the Captain’s banquet that night. All the passengers would be there and the Captain was going to recognize the crew.
“Make sure you dress to impress,” he added.
“But we don’t have anything other than those dresses you left us,” Susie said. “And they aren’t very dressy.”
“I think they’ll do for what’s going to happen tonight,” he said, sweating even more than usual.
All day, they sat in nervous anticipation. They noticed that they did not have nearly as much sex as they usually did that day but they figured it was because everyone was packing.
They reported to the banquet that night just as ordered. The Captain and officers were seated on the stage behind a table. Wendy and Susie sat with them, their snatches in full view of the audience. Drinks and finger food was soon served and then the band played a medley of show tunes ending up with a rousing version of Food, Glorious Food. This signaled the Captain to stand up and greet the passengers. After he had gone through all the toasts and recognitions, the spotlight turned to the women.
“And what would this cruise be without Wendy and Susie, yes?” he said, his enormous teeth gleaming.
Everyone clapped and whistled crazily.
“And Skippy, yes? Who has done such a good job mentoring these nice girls, yes?” he added. At that Skippy stood up and smiled, his face turning even more red.
The Captain went on, “Since tonight is the last night of cruise, we have to honor the tradition that we have had since we started this sex cruise, yes?”
Everyone clapped even more heartily.
With that a big brass bed with red covers was rolled out onto the stage behind where the crew and officers were seated.
The Captain nodded to Wendy and Susie and motioned them over to the bed. Wendy and Susie looked at each other, not quite realizing what was happening.
“Yes ladies, go over to the bed. You can remove your clothing if you wish, yes?”
“It won’t be on long anyway!” a woman yelled from the audience.
Wendy and Susie reluctantly got up.
“Yes, ladies, go to the bed, yes?” the Captain said again. “Because tonight’s banquet is not one with food. It’s a banquet of sex and you are the main course, yes?”
Now Wendy and Susie understood. It was going to be gangbang and every person on board was going to fuck them. At first Wendy started to panic but she looked over at Susie who grinned wickedly and then got over any nervousness.
“Bring it on!” Susie yelled as she pulled off her dress. “I can take all you fuckers on!”
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Wendy stripped off and joined her on the bed.
Everyone laughed and roared with approval. The sound of the unzipping of hundreds of pants and dresses through the auditorium was deafening.
“All-you-can-eat-pussy right up here!” Wendy yelled and rubbed her clitoris, becoming more and more turned on.
Everyone laughed again.
“Everyone take a turn,” the Captain said as he began removing his clothing. His enormous dick was hard already. “Remember no cutting in line. Everyone will have his chance, yes?”
With that they started. At first Wendy really paid attention to each person who fucked her, but after awhile, they were all just dicks. It was a never ending supply of cock. It was like a fucking that never stopped. She came several times with excitement after the first twenty or so, but then began to settle in and just take advantage of the sheer volume. The Captain had been first with his huge cock and had shot his wad all over her tits. He had been so big that he really opened her up for everyone to follow. He had fucked her good and gotten her really turned on. The orgasm she had with him was just the beginning or many. Occasionally there would be a break in the action as a woman would climb up on her and let her eat her pussy o
r would eat her out or suck her tits, but for the most part, it was man after man.
Susie was having the same experience and high-fived her while she lay on the bed and was fucked by a body builder who pounded her while uttering primal grunts. He soon came all over her face and flexed his muscles for the benefit of those awaiting their turn. Skippy and Inga each had their way with them. Inga, of course used her strap-on. It was as though every single person was as horny as hell and fucked them each vigorously. The quality of sex was that good. Each fuck was one that most people would rate as good at worst. Due to this high value sex, each woman had orgasmed so much that they were exhausted and fell asleep on the bed.
A little while later Wendy woke up. It took a minute for her to remember where she was, but soon it all came back to her. She smiled as she looked over at the still sleeping Susie. When she had first gone on the cruise, she had never dreamed she would do some of the things she had done. She had been a good girl, at least somewhat of one, so this had been something that had never even occurred to her even in her wildest imagination. Even after she had agreed to be a sex slave, she had never even dreamed that she would be gangbanged by so many strangers. Such a thing was incomprehensible. Susie had experienced a lot sexually and even this was more than she had thought possible to happen much less for her to do. Wendy remembered what her mother had said about people talking about girls who did the things she had done. She certainly hoped so because she had done stuff that they could never have imagined.
But then Susie woke up. “Man, can you believe we did all that last night?” she said sleepily as she stretched.
“I know. I’m still can’t believe it.”
Both girls sat in silence for a minute.
“What do you think they’re going to do with us?” Wendy asked.
“I couldn’t even begin to guess,” Susie answered.
“We did everything they wanted us to do,” Wendy said. “And I think we were really good at it.”
“We were. Skippy even said we had a great attitude,” Susie added. “Maybe they’ll promote us or something.”
“I don’t know. But they kidnapped us. Don’t you think they’re afraid we’ll tell somebody?” Wendy said.
“Who would believe us?” Susie answered.
Wendy didn’t answer. It was true. What had happened to them was so surreal that it was hard to even articulate it. It was truly like some sort of twisted sex fantasy. And the crazy part about it was that they had gone along with it. And they had enjoyed it.
“This wouldn’t have even happened if Inga hadn’t been so damned hot,” Susie said.
“Or if you weren’t such a slut,” Wendy added.
Susie looked over and raised an eyebrow.
Wendy looked back and smiled. “Okay. If we weren’t such sluts.”
Both girl started laughing and then went to the burger bar .
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