As soon as my lips had closed and made him hard again, he began thrusting into me, gaining speed and pushing deeper with each stroke he delivered. I gagged as the huge head began battering at the back of my throat once more. Then he grabbed my hair in his fists and used it like reins to control my movements as he violently face-fucked me. He forced his steaming meat deeper into me, putting it in my gullet once more, blocking the air that I so desperately needed. I knew my eyes lost focus as his groin beat a desperate rhythm on my face, and I could smell his sour body odor. I absently wondered if I would pass out before he was finished with me.



I had no choice but to hold onto my new Master's hips now as he violently throat-fucked me again and again. I could do nothing else. My throat began to spasm as it was invaded time after time, but nothing stopped him. The massive head rammed deep into my throat time and time again, choking me and filling me beyond belief. I felt him pull back into my mouth and tried to take another breath, but the wide, black cock went full length into my throat again.and again.and again. Despite the pain, I knew I was beginning to suffer the first panicky feelings of suffocation when I felt the familiar pulsing begin again. Once more, an incredible gush, an actual flood of semen filled my throat and was quickly followed by another monstrous spurt. God, where did he store this stuff? Would it never end? Would he never be empty?



Suddenly, he pulled back into my mouth and finally began to deliver smaller gobs of his sperm into my open mouth. I gasped for air, then choked on his jizz as I filled my lungs with the wonderful fresh pine scented air. And then he was empty. Finally.



I did my best to accept every drop he unloaded in my mouth, then hold it until he gave me the command to swish it between my teeth and then swallow. As my throat moved, signaling my obedience to his command, my new Master finally smiled and patted me on the head as if I were a trained pet who had just done a good trick for her dinner. I was at rock bottom, and deep inside I knew that there was no way out.



He turned and began talking to the boat captain, Ooh, I've been waiting for a new woman for a few days now, if you couldn't tell. He was finished with me for now and pushed me away from him, almost with disgust it seemed. I fell forward onto my hands and knees as I gasped for air. My mouth hung open and I could see thin strings of cum mixed with drool slowly leaking from my mouth.



He'd finished talking to the other man and turned back to me. "Clean it up, suck it clean," my new Master ordered me in a soft voice as he grabbed my hair and pulled on it to ensure that I finished cleaning his cock of the remnants of his oral rape. Shakily, I rose to my knees again and closed my eyes as I tried to remember what it had been like to be free, to have the right to choose what I did and who I would do it with. I started to cry, when he suddenly hit me lightly on the side of my face. My eyes flew open and with tears streaming down my cheeks, I wiped my mouth clean with the back of my hand, then quickly began to lick the remaining thick strings of whitish cum off of his rapidly softening cock.



"Damn, you are one fine cocksucker. Take it back in, bitch, all the way in. Talk me to baby, tell me how much you want it." He patted my head again like I was his favorite dog.



On the boat, I had pretended to a calm acceptance of my fate, but I was so afraid now; I tried not to look as frightened as I felt. Desperation was a highly motivating force as I slowly took him back inside me, but I couldn't talk with his cock filling my mouth. And I was afraid to pull my head back and take it out because that might displease him. I nodded my head to him in faux approval. Eventually, my Master slowly pulled his limp cock out of my mouth and I bowed my head again. I could feel his cum thinned with my saliva as it leaked continuously from one corner of my mouth. I could see it slowly falling into clearish-white beaded threads that each ended in a single drop. And each string slowly stretched until it finally broke and fell from my chin to land on my tightly closed thighs.



I shuddered as he aimed the small digital camera that he'd kept in his pocket; the light flashed as it caught the ultimate horror in a picture-his left hand holding the hair on the back of my head and forcing me to face him; my eyes closed as they leaked tears; snot running from my nostrils, then being caught by my nose ring; his cum dripping from my lips and chin,. It was the final insult, but I knew there would be many more pictures like this.







He started to turn away, then turned back to the boat’s master. They tell me you’ve got a new one onboard, but not yet trained. That so?”



“Yeh, the tattooed man replied. She’s a lot younger than this one, but we’ve only had her a day.”



“She going to be any good?”



“Yeah, I think so. She’s only seventeen, but she’s already been broken. Now we’re just getting started with her training.”



“How long, the new man asked, before she’s ready to be moved onto the market?”



“Give me two to four weeks and she’ll be as eager as any piece you’ve ever had.”



“She going to be an ass-slut too?”



“Yeah, the big man snorted. All my bitches are trained to take it like that.”



“Let me see her, the man requested. I might want to make an offer on her now-save you the time of putting her on the internet.”



The boat captain turned and called out to his men, Bring the young bitch out. We might already have a buyer.”



After a couple of minutes, I heard a commotion from inside the boat in the cabin. I heard a sharp slap and a man's voice say, Stop crying, cunt. NOW! There was silence for another minute as both men standing next to me waited patiently. There were sounds from the side of the boat and suddenly, two men appeared, holding the young girl between them. They dragged her from the boat to the dock and half-carried her towards the waiting men. It was clear that she could barely walk, but whether from having been beaten on the soles of her feet, the unending robotic rape or the giant butt plug I'd seen her wearing, I didn't know.



The girl wore no makeup, her hair was tousled and needed badly to be brushed. Her huge eyes were a beautiful light honey brown in color, the size further exaggerated by the deep blue circles underneath each eye. One side of her face was red from where she'd just been slapped. The teenager still wore the pink hemp wedgies and her thin cotton skirt and blouse were terribly wrinkled, obviously having just been thrown on for the upcoming viewing.



The three stood in front of the buyer in silence. The man walked around and around the young girl, just looking but not saying a word. Suddenly, he stopped in back and unzipped and unsnapped her skirt, letting it fall to the dock around her ankles. Without stopping, he popped the buttons on her blouse and pulled it down over her shoulders, then off her arms as they hung by her sides.



Her not-yet-mature beauty seemed to hit all of the men the same way. Long ash-brown hair swept down to frame an oval face that had the classic beauty of actresses from the 40's and 50's. She had wide shoulders, firm upthrust breasts that were not yet fully developed, a narrow waist and long. Her thighs and buttocks had the well developed look of an ice skater or distance swimmer, and her shapely legs looked somehow slim, yet muscular at the same time. Her breasts were full, but not overfull for a girl her age, the aureoles small and light brown in color and barely larger than the lighter pink nipples that were erect from fear. White skin curved down to the darkly-tangled triangle between long legs. Her body absolutely promised an even lusher figure as she matured.



My new Master put her through the same exam he had me. I could see her legs trembling as he cupped her, then manipulated her. But when he walked around back to measure the strength of her anus, she began to cry. He looked down at the girl's buttocks for a second, then laughed as he said to the boat captain, Already working on her I see.”



The tattooed man laughed in reply, Yeah. I call it 'Right-Sizing'. The cunt'll be able to take a Mack truck up her ass when we're done. He quickly walked around back and roughly pulled the butt plug from her anus. She cried out in pain, but he ignored it as he said, Tighten your ass and cheeks for the man. Do it now, you silly little bitch.”



In response to the tattooed man's crude order, she inhaled quickly and held her breath as she complied with his command to tighten up and clench. He put his left hand on her taut belly and he probed her with his right. I assumed that she was a little sloppy from having that thing inside her, but both men were quickly satisfied.



They began to negotiate again over the younger girl. My Master wanted her now for his sons, but the tattooed man wanted to train her first. It quickly became clear however, that both men really wanted her for themselves. This inexperienced and naive teenager embodied to them a complete lack of sophistication both in the way she carried herself and in how she viewed the world. It was obvious that both men felt a sexual hunger to claim the soft glow that seemed to emanate from within her. They wanted to affirm their ownership of her freshness and cleanliness, her purity and naiveté. She was a beautiful, helpless, innocent teenage girl; and it was clear that one of them would shape forever her station in life, altering the way she perceived herself and her relationship with men, just to satisfy his lust.



It quickly became clear that the boat's captain was keeping her for his own. She was dragged back on to the boat and I never saw her again.







I was still on my knees when a new man walked out onto the pier. My head was bowed, but I chanced a quick look. I realized that it was a teenager, perhaps fifteen or so. He grabbed my biceps and lifted me to my feet, then said, Put your clothes back together, woman. He had an officious, arrogant manner and his tone was cold and emotionless. The kind of tone you'd expect from an inexperienced teenager that held ultimate power over an adult. Afraid to show any disobedience, I stood up and began to desperately pull my clothing back on. For some stupid reason, I felt so much better when I was clothed again