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Cook limped toward the ship mess hall. The Captain’s treatment of her body had left her asshole throbbing and her hips aching. Though the experience hadn’t lasted more than an hour she was exhausted.
Her mouth swirled with foul flavors. The captain hadn’t let her leave his office until she’d thoroughly cleaned his cock, desk and floor with her tongue. If her efforts failed inspection, which they did more than once, he slapped her hard, pushed her head back down and told her not to look up until it was spotless. She’d dutifully lapped his cum off the floor on all fours, ass in the air. To finish it off he had her lick his boots clean.
“That’s a good girl.” He’d said, pulling her up by her pigtails. “Report back here at 0600 Sunday morning, make sure your uniform and your fuckholes are clean. It would be unbecoming for me to put my cock in the slop left behind by my crew.”
“Yes sir,”
“Now report to the mess hall. The boys are gonna love your new uniform.”
It was just after a shift change so the halls were mercifully empty. Every step hiked up her new uniform. The tiny skirt wasn’t made to cover anything and the top only barely hid her nipples. The next doorway was the mess. The murmur of them from the shift that had just gotten off and the clatter of their cutlery echoed from the doorway.
The ship she served on had 178 men and two women. She wondered what they did to Cristina, her only female shipmate, to make her stay submissive. Cook was shaking. Everything that had happened, the clothes she was wearing, it was beyond a nightmare. She was beyond trapped. There were cameras everywhere and she couldn’t believe that she wasn’t being wartched. She thought about what the Captain had said. Refusal meant being thrown from the ship into the open ocean either way they would rape her only if she cooperated they wouldn’t brutalize her.
She stepped into the bright chow hall and a cheer went up. She thought she might throw up. At least thirty pairs of bright eyes drank her in and started making plans with what to do to her. Her arms instinctively tried to hide her body from their eyes but it was no use. Some of the men started to rise out if heir benches and head towards her. Fear took over and she tried to run. Multiple pairs of hands caught her in the hall, lifted her into the air and carried her back inside. Trays and cups clattered to the floor as they swept a spot clear for her on a table near the center of the room. They laid her out on the cold steel. She tried to struggle but there was a man holding each of her limbs firm, all she managed to do was thrash her head side to side. After a few moments unmolested she realized they weren’t doing anything other than holding her down. Her breaths came heavy and ragged. She held still and opened her eyes.
There was a solid circle of men around her the only thing she could see was a circle of the ceiling above. Yesterday’s reality was shattered and her new one surrounded her. They can’tt all be rapists, she thought. There must be some who are merciful or at least gay. Someone will call for help or something of I can just endure it. Once she had calmed they started touching her. Her body was covered in their hands. Probing, groping, feeling, squeezing and pinching her. Some paid special attention to her feet. Two hands circled her neck from different directions. A pair of dirty fingers went into her mouth, then another pair joined them. The men trying to feel her petite tits and lift her thick ass were fighting for position.
“Fuck she’s cute. I’ve been waiting for her to get her new rank.”
“The captain really went all out on this uniform”
“She won’t be able to hide her whore body under coveralls any more.”
“I love me a little blonde.”
“Look at her she’s crying. Don’t worry sweetie we are all gonna have a great time.”
“She’s crying down here too. Look how wet all the attention makes her.” Two of them had two fingers each in her pussy and were joined by a third.
“Fuck she’s a dirty one. We could probably get two at once in here.”
They continued to grope and taunt her. Some snapped pictures. To a man each of their pants bulged.
One of them stepped up. “As your senior, I’ll take the responsibility of popping her first. Pick her up so she can ride me.”
They lifted her clear in the air and turned her around. The man got under her and took his cock out, holding it straight up for her. She wriggled helplessly as they lowered her down, impaling her. She moaned a no which drew another cheer from the men surrounding her. Her rapist was grinding up into her and digging his fingers into her hips, keeping her forced down on him. His cock pulsed inside her. Cook almost had time to be greatful he hadn’t wanted her ass.
A pair of them got up on the table and pushed their dicks in her face. Both men must have been mechanics or the like as they were filthy. Her arms were held tight across her back. “Open up whore.” A greasy hand slapped her. She did as she was told. They didn’t wait for her to blow them. They started fucking her face. If they felt teeth they would twist her nipple until it felt like they were going to rip it off. They would jam their cocks down her throat for 15 seconds pull her head off for a breath then pass her head to the next man. On the fourth pass he kept going. Cook felt like she was going to black out as she gagged and convulsed around him, her airway totally blocked. Thick cum flooded her throat. The man groaned and his shipmates hooted and hollered, giving him shit for being the first to finish in the new girl.
A finger jammed into her asshole and she winced.
“We should get all her holes going or we won’t get everyone in before we gotta give her over.”
“Please.” She begged, “He already raped me there. It hurts so bad.”
“Leave it sailor. We’ve learned better than to break our toys as soon as we get them.”
“Aw man the captain gets to have all the fun”
“I think we could get two in Her pussy though.”
They pushed her forward. Fingers joined the first sailors cock inside her.
“Narrow but deep.”
They swung her around so she was at the edge of the table and the man under and inside her was half hanging off. Another man lined up behind her.
He had to work his way in. His cock was much bigger than the man already inside her. Cook gritted her teeth and let out an animal sound. She felt her pussy stretching to accommodate them both.
“Fuck, that tightened her up.”
“You sure it’s her or him you’re feeling.”
The two of them together was the size of a fist. Their alternating made it even more sensational. Cooks eyes rolled back in her head and she lost the ability to resist. Her first rapist barely lasted another minute.
“Fucking gross man at least pull it out.”
“I’m underneath you two what do you want?”
The man on top wrapped her in his arms and rolled her on top of him. His back was on the table and she was laying on his torso. He held her legs open.
“Come on who’s got next?”
“Too sloppy for me”
“I don’t care I’ve been thinking about this bitch for weeks.”
Another cock plunged in joining him in violating her. The crew was into it. Double penetrating her vagina and drinking in her sorrow.
The circle reformed around her. Men knelt on the table next to her head so they could use her mouth. Cook kept her eyes shut tight. The man underneath her played with her nipples and stroked her throat, all while whispering into her ear. “You’re finally doing what you we’re made for, fucking whore. I feel you getting off on these cocks fucking you. Don’t think you’ve ever been better than this. This is the most good you ever done in your life.”
The man who was standing between her legs pulled out of her and shot cum on her stomach.
“Watch that shit man I already got one dude’s jizz on me, I don’t need any more.” The man she was reclined on said.
Another sailor replaced the one who finished. Forcing her open motoring his cock against her walls with the man who held her from below. Some would play with her clit just to watch her twitch. Others would try to match the other sailor’s stroke or alternate. A few just pumped mindlessly into her for a minute or two until they had what they needed.
The ones who fucked her standing between their legs would cum on her stomach or stand on the table and make her swallow their loads. Her belly felt full and sloshed with cum. They took their turns raping her until she lost count. The man beneath her whispering in her ear the whole time, thrusting with an unfailing rythm. His stamina never giving out. A layer of sweat built up between him and she slid on his chest. Her uniform was twisted and bunched tohether around her belly.
A bell rang overhead. The men who hadn’t gotten their turn yet griped and groaned. The man beneath her finally changed his pace. Pistoning in and out of her raw vagina, shaking her whole body. He came inside her, his cock pulsed and pulsed, it felt like he would never stop spewing the hot liquid that flooded and burned her overused pussy.
“I’ve been saving that just for you since I saw you, slut.” He unceremoniously heaved her off of him and onto the table. The other men were already filing out of the hall. She retched but didn’t allow herself to vomit. Her body was covered in greasy handprints, semen and sweat. Cum poured down her body and out from between her legs. She tried to pick herself up but fell back onto the table. Everything hurt. An officer stepped into the mess.
“Christ. You have quite the mess to clean up and when you’re done I’ll take a blowjob. Stop laying around and get to work Whore Cook.”
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