“Plleeeaseee! Not again! Please! I’m still so sore!” Natalie cried as she dragged from her cell and back into one of the many dungeons aboard the Slave Barge. Natalie had been on the Slave Barge for nearly a month, but for reasons no one could figure out, not a single bid had come up on her yet. Not that the crew minded, she was quickly becoming the favorite abuse doll of the crew. Cum was still trickling out of her sore pussy and asshole from the last gangbang.
“Oh don’t worry, slut, I’m not going to be fucking you. At least not yet. I’m feeling bored and I thought I’d work on my aim with the whip. I think you’ll make a great target to practice on.”
“Oh no! Please! Fuck me instead! Please, don’t hurt me anymore! You don’t need to hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want! I swear!” Natalie begged even as the sailor was attaching her to the winch.
“Fuck you’re a dumb piece of fuckmeat aren’t you? No one is hurting you because they need to. They hurt you because they want to. Now open your big fucking mouth and bite down on this gag. The other guys are still sleeping, don’t want to wake them up do we? They might want to come down here and join the fun!”
Natalie choked back her sobbing and accepted the big black ballgag into her mouth, she had to open her mouth so widely that her jaw immediately began aching. Then her shoulders began ache and her ropes around her wrists started cutting off her circulation as the sailor used the winch to hoist her into the air, until her toes were barely able to touch the cold metal floor.

Being Captain of the Slave Barge had its perks. For one, any slave who wasn’t already claimed, was his for the taking. In fact the Captain usually kept at least two or three personal slaves. When he saw young Vicky brought on board, he knew she had to be his.
Now here she was, tied and gagged in the captain’s private quarters. On the bed in the corner was another girl, curled up in the fetal position and sobbing like a little girl. Vicky could see cum flowing out of her red swollen cunt and dribbling onto the filthy sheets of the bed, and the dark purple bruises covering her ass and thighs.
“That’s right girl, take a long hard look, because that’ll be you before too long.” The captain said. “Slave, get the fuck over here.”
The slave girl, whose name had been Rachel once upon a time, dragged herself off the mattress and began crawling across the floor to kneel at the Captain’s feet, she was still sobbing when she began kissing his filthy boots.
“You’re probably wondering what I did to the girl to make her such a good slave. Well lucky for you, I’m gonna let her tell you. Go ahead slut, tell her what happened when you first came aboard.”
“The…the captain said I was too fat and ugly to sell…so he…he gave me to the crew. For a month. They…they wouldn’t stop fucking me, or hurting me. They made me clean their toilets with my tongue… and whenever I spilled their cum they tied me up by the tits and…and took turns whipping my pussy…” Rachel said, bursting into tears again.
“So you’re glad to be my slave aren’t you?” The captain asked.