In the Navy Part 3, The Officers Lounge. [OC][Gangbang][Coercion][MMMMMMFF][NonCon][Slave]

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This one took a little longer so I wrote a longer section than I normally do! enjoy

Part 3 Officers Lounge.

Cook’s life had taken on a horrible rhythm. She knew it was Friday by the desperation of the men raping her. They’d had her all week in their bunkroom, able to leave only for using the head and guarded by them while she did so. Every moment they were off duty they were using her. The room had 12 bunks and not much room but a small hallway between the beds. After today they would have to give her up to the officers, and she wouldn’t be usable by them until she’d spent a week servicing every other room in the ship. Last week the men who’d had her and been indifferent about fucking her and ended up renting her out to any of the other sailors who were willing to pay in cigarettes, weed, and of course cash. By comparison this wasn’t quite as bad.

They had her bent over one of the lower level beds. Her uniform had been hanging in one of the lockers the whole time, aside from the stockings which they left on. Now the white was starting to yellow and the knees were practically black from all the time she’d spent on all fours being double penetrated. The knowledge that they could do double vaginal was a source of amusement for the whole ship. They called it bonding.

They were playing a game that had become all too familiar in the last four days. They take turns fucking her as hard and fast as they could until they were on the verge of cumming and tag out to the next man. Winning meant holding out on cumming the longest. Just now she was down to the last three. The other men sat up on their bunks, trading insults and betting on who would be the last one standing. Her face was in the lap of the sailor who’d taken charge of how she would be distributed all week. She’d ended every night and started every morning with his dick in her mouth. On the first day he’d been unimpressed with her efforts. Since then he’d committed to making her learn how to “properly suck a dick”. The other sailors had just preferred to fuck her face. He made her do all the work, he would talk her through what to do with her tongue, lips and throat, holding her head down if she tried to come up for air and painfully twist her nipple if she did something wrong. She’d probably spent over 24 hours blowing just him. Now he was groaning with his hand firmly pressing down on the back of her head. Having something to focus on made bearing the assault a little easier.

“Shit, the officers should give me a promotion. Before I got her she was just bobbing like fucking chicken. Now you’ve got some technique don’t you honey?”

Cook gave him the hummed affirmation he’d trained her to respond with.

“That’s a good girl.”

A cock was painfully and suddenly withdrawn from her, accompanied with a “Shit” and a warm burst of liquid across her lower back. She shuddered. Only two to go.

There was a pounding on the bunkroom door.

“Shit, they’re early. Finish me up honey.”

Cook picked up her pace and played with his balls in the way that was a surefire way to make him finish.

“Fuck man I didn’t get to finish.”

“That means you won.”

“Guess you’ll have to finish each other then.”

The taste she’d grown accustomed to flooded Cook’s mouth and he pushed her off.

“It’s been a fun week honey, too bad we won’t see you again for a minute.”

They wiped her down roughly with towels, and put her uniform back on her. Each man stealing squeezes of her little mounds of tits and full ass as they did. Then they pushed her to the front of the room and out the door. “Give em hell honey.” Outside two junior officers with wide grins were waiting for her.

Her head hung low while she walked between them, they hooked their arms under her elbows, she needed support, her legs were like jelly. She wasn’t sure how much more punishment she could take. It had been three weeks since the captain had first fucked her ass in his office. The Sundays she spent with him were the hardest. She put that out of her mind. She had another day before needing to descend into that particular hell. None of the other men were as cruel as he was, but what they lacked in evil creativity they made up for in insatiability.

The first stop on a Friday night was her favorite. One of the few times she got to be alone all week. The two officers brought her to the showers and chucked her unceremoniously into one of the stalls. One of them followed her in and pulled her uniform off.

“Fuck she’s disgusting.”

“That’s what happens when you have a woman aboard a ship.” His partner replied

“Clean yourself up, Whore. You have 10 minutes, the officers want you presentable, tonight is going to be special.” He thrust a small bar of soap into her hands and went to guard the door.

Cook let out a deep breath. She savored the echoing drip water falling through the drains. She leaned her whole body against the cool steel bulkhead. Soreness ebbed through her body. Last week she’d spent most of the time with her arms tied above her head, dangling for the men who paid for a turn to run a train on. She let a burst of hot water out over her. Luckily the ship she served on was new. Its hot water was reliable and more plentiful than other ships. Cook wondered if this was going on anywhere else or if she was particularly unlucky. She felt the clumps of solidified fluids loosening themselves from her hair, landing in globs around her feet. Tears joined them.

Cleaning out her pussy was painful, but if she was almost as afraid of angering the officers as she was the captain. All of them had known. From the minute she’d been assigned duty on this ship. When she boarded and was assigned a bunk. They’d just been watching and waiting until they had permission to make her into their toy. The sexual harassment before had just been to test her resolve. To see what she’d say or tell. She wiped herself clean, for at least the next few minutes she would be free of them, of their saliva and cum, of their sweat and hair. She turned the water up until it burned. She scrubbed at herself as hard as she could manage. She opened her mouth and let the hot water pour down her throat. She wore away the little bar of soap until it was barely a nub. Her ears were tuned to every little sound outside, hoping that the time wasn’t up quite yet. Finally came the banging on the opposite shower wall.

“Hurry the fuck up they’re waiting for you.”

She gulped hard.

There was a clean uniform hanging just beyond the shower curtain, pressed and crisp white. She rolled the stockings over her legs knowing they wouldn’t last long. At least one of the officers had a thing for feet.

“Damn bitch. You look a lot better now that you’re not drenched in dry cum.”

“Selfish bastards get her once a week. We gotta wait till someone is renting her ass out to have a go.”

They took her to the officers lounge, one of the few carpeted areas in the entire ship. There the festivities were underway. Gentle music played over it, if Cook hadn’t known any better she would think they were having a classy kind of cocktail party. The six officers (minus the captain who claimed participating in group sex was below him) of the ship she knew now by name, how they preferred to fuck her and how rough they were. This week was different. Three of the officers were gathered around someone Cook hadn’t seen since all this began, Cristina, ship’s whore rank 1 and the only other woman aboard.

She was on her knees dressed only in a tight striped undershirt, a skirt similar to Cook’s lay slung over one of the large easy chairs bolted to the deck. Whoever had made their uniforms had a sense of humor. The officers surrounding her were taking turns shoving their cocks down her throat and holding them there until she sputtered and gagged, coughing them out along with bile and precum. One of them was timing her.

“Seems like the slut is having an easier time with the bigger cocks.”

“Probably she just prefers them.”

They waited for her to take a handful of heaving breaths before grabbing her hair tight at the base of her scalp and shoving the next cock down her throat. Her eyes were clenched tight, strings of sticky saliva dripped down her chin and soaked the front of her shirt to the point it was see through. The officer held his cock there for nearly 45 seconds before Cristina began to shudder and vomited it back up.

The two junior officers had been dismissed and now the XO was fondling her ass and gently whispering in her ear. “Usually she belongs to the captain on Saturdays but he will be busy. We have prepared a very special day for the two of you. First a little game.” The XO got the attention of the three officers abusing Cristina. They reluctantly gave up their game and buttoned up their flies.

Cook was guided down onto her knees next to the other woman. They met eyes for a moment, Cristina’s begged for help, for mercy, Cook’s were resigned. She was trying to remain mentally in the shower. Where Cook was slender and light skinned with a wide ass and small tits, Cristina was more full figured, darker with bigger breasts. Cook wondered if they didn’t pick her for variety. She looked up at the looming officers. The eyes of the XO and the Chief of Engineering reminded her that they liked her because she looked like a teenager.

“First a little race. First to make three of us Cum with your mouth wins. The loser gets gangbanged the rest of the night. The winner will only be responsible for satisfying us with their victorious mouth.” They positioned the two women kneeling back to back. Then each had her hands bound behind her back and then to one another. They were nothing if not creative. Two of the three men who’d been using Cristina stayed with her. The third, the XO and the chief engineer fanned out in front of Cook. This was the XOs preferred kink. Make her do the work, put up punishment so that she was eager to do what he wanted to avoid the alternatives. She’d debased herself for him enough to make her hate him more than the men who were rough and abusive toward her. Of course he was first. He pulled his cock out and it was disgusting. The first time she’d been in the officers lounge he told her had worked out hard and skipped showering so his dick would be extra foul for her. The same was true today as his already hard cock bounced in front of her face.

“Ready, Set, Go.”

Cook used her tongue to guide the stinking tip between her lips and pushed her face onto his shaft. Her tongue swirled, the taste and odor stinging her sinuses. At this point she’d tasted all the worst the US Navy had to offer and had vomited up more cum in the last two weeks than had been in her the rest of her life. She stayed with it. Behind her she could feel Cristina bobbing at a fast pace, the result was she tugged Cook backwards, pulling her off her man. This is why they did this. So they’d fight one another. Cook refused to play. Cook contorted herself to lean forward and get the XO’s cock back in her mouth. Now, better positioned, she wouldn’t be interrupted by the other woman’s efforts. She went to work as fast as she could, she had the benefit of knowing what he liked. She looked up at him with wet eyes, she didn’t have to fake the suffering. The more she hated it the faster he would cum. He started to twitch in her mouth, she pushed her head as far down as she could manage. She’d gotten deep enough that she didn’t much taste the foul slime that was filling her belly now.

“God Damn it.” the XO sounded irate “I was sure she wouldn’t even finish me, she’s a lot better than she was last time.”

“Looks like those enlisted boys are good for something after all.” The Chief engineer said as he took the XO’s spot, he didn’t play any games and shoved his considerably larger cock in between her lips. “Show me what you learned. No way it’s that much better, He’s just got a soft spot for you.”

She leaned in and started to work with her tongue. He loved his balls being played with, she deep throated him cutting off her air in the process and licked at his balls from the bottom for as long as she could. A satisfied groan leaked out of him. Behind her she could hear the rapid “gluck, gluck” sound of Cristina fucking her officer with her throat. He didn’t hold out any longer than that, pulling out and adding to her already covered face. “All tied up ladies, with Whore Cook with a slight edge.”

Cook could feel Cristina’s fingers gently brushing her hands. At first she was startled; Cook thought maybe she was going to try and pull her off and away. But after a moment it was clear, it was a gesture of tenderness. One that went unnoticed by the otherwise occupied men. It nearly broke her as badly as the constant assaults. In this unfamiliar place blowing a man she despised, she wrapped her fingers back around Cristina’s and held them there tight, exchanging strokes across the tops of each other’s fingers and wrists. Tears were pouring out of both women’s eyes now which the men hooted and hollered about thinking it was them. But for the first time since this hell had begun, Cook was feeling something good.

Her tongue slid back and forth across the Chiefs balls one more time, his massive cock trembling in her airway. When he came he pulled out and held the tip of his cock against her head so his cum would drip down her face. “She is much, much better, and she looks so good, nice and glazed.”

Cristina’s second man wasn’t making it easy for her, her tits bounced as she bobbed but he kept fucking at her face breaking her flow or holding her head so she couldn’t work on him with anything but her tongue.

Cook went to work on her third, the men now chanting “Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook.” Cristina’s fingers gripped her own tightly. Cook tried to dance her fingers across the other woman’s, trying to convey how sorry she was it was like this, that it had to be like this. She almost didn’t want to win knowing what it would subject her to, but even one night going without being raped was too good an opportunity to pass up.

The third man splattered his cum in her mouth. It tasted like he might be the only man on board who ate fruit. The men celebrated, especially those who preferred Cristina. The XO was visibly disappointed, Cook knew how he’d take out his frustration on Cristina’s asshole.

“Bend her over the couch, and you,” The XO said turning to Cook “can eat my ass while I fuck hers.

Cook heard Cristina whimpering “no, please I can do anything else you want just not my ass please. No more” as the men untied their arms from one another and took her over to the couch bending her over the back so her mouth would be available. The XO grabbed cook by her hair and dragged her over on her knees with him. He positioned her behind him. “Make sure you get your tongue all the way up there whore.” She leaned forward, his ass was worse than his cock had been.

Cristina started screaming as he forced his way into her. “Someone fuck this cunt’s mouth. I hate a racket.”

Soon the screaming was replaced by moaned sobs muffled by a man in her mouth. Cook did as she was instructed, the XO’s ass slamming into her face as he drew back for each thrust. She whimpered which she could tell was doing it for him. Someone started fondling her from behind. So much for the rules. She worked as hard as she could with her tongue on his taint and circling his anus. He’d figured it out again. If she could get him off faster, Cristina would be spared his cruelty for a little while longer…..

Too Be Continued-

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