As I climbed the rickety, broken gangway—which was dangerous in itself with steps missing and handrails broken and dangling with the sway of the sea—I envisaged throwing myself to my death but quickly pushed that idea to the back of my mind. There wasn't a soul about on this dirty, rusty old wreck just waiting to sink.
I didn't know where to go, perhaps the officers' quarters where I was used to, or in my condition, perhaps aft to the crews' quarters. As I tried to decide, a tall, young, muscular man came out of the rear aft deck and walked towards me. He was taller than me, with a pair of torn and worn shorts that clung tightly to his body, showing his very well-endowed masculinity, and he wore oily flip-flops on his feet. He was ruggedly handsome, with jet-black skin, very large flat nostrils, thick, large, pulpy lips, and a slightly prominent lower jaw that showed his bright white teeth. He had two large tribal scars across both sides of his face and was carrying a rope lead. He wasted no time with niceties, just gave me a look over from head to toe, then hooked his lead to my collar and took me aft with him.
We entered his cabin, and he locked the door behind him. The room was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat and diesel. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt a rough hand grab me by the shoulder and spin me around. Before I could react, a coarse piece of cloth was tied tightly around my eyes, plunging me into darkness. Panic surged through me as I realized I was completely at his mercy, unable to see or anticipate what was coming next.
I felt his breath on my neck as he leaned in close, his voice a low growl in my ear. "You're going to learn your place on this ship," he said, his words sending a chill down my spine. I could hear the rustle of his clothing as he moved away, and then the sharp crack of a whip being pulled taut. My body tensed, every muscle coiled in anticipation of the pain I knew was coming.
The first strike came without warning, a searing line of fire across my back that made me cry out in agony. I stumbled forward, my hands reaching out blindly for something to hold onto, but there was nothing. The whip came down again, this time across my shoulders, the pain so intense that I fell to my knees, gasping for breath.
He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me to my feet, his voice a snarl in my ear. "You're going to take it like a man," he said, and then the whip came down again, this time across my thighs. I screamed, the pain unbearable, but he showed no mercy. Each strike was deliberate, calculated to inflict the maximum amount of pain.
I lost track of time as the whipping continued, my body a mass of raw flesh. I could feel the pain radiating through every inch of my body, and my vision swam as I struggled to stay conscious. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stopped. I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling with pain and exhaustion.
He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me across the room, throwing me onto a narrow, filthy bunk. I could hear the jingle of keys as he unlocked a set of manacles, and then the cold metal closed around my wrists, securing me to the bunk. I was too weak to resist, too broken to care. As he locked the cabin door behind him, I knew that I was truly at his mercy, trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape and yet I sense the blood rush to my loins as I realise the overwhelming flood of pleasure running through my veins from the notion of belonging to this brute of a man outside of my own control. I fell off to sleep sexually satisfied and with a smile on my face. .
Two hours later, I was jolted awake by a rough shake. The pain from the whipping had subsided into a dull, throbbing ache that covered my entire body. I groaned as I tried to move, my muscles stiff and sore. The manacles around my wrists clanked against the bunk as I struggled to sit up.
"Wake up," he growled, his voice harsh and unyielding. "It's time for you to meet the crew."
He unlocked the manacles and yanked me to my feet. I stumbled, my legs weak and unsteady. He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me out of the cabin, his grip tight and unrelenting. The dimly lit corridor stretched out before me, the air thick with the smell of sweat and diesel. I could hear the distant hum of the ship's generators and the occasional shout of a crew member.
As we walked, we encountered members of the crew. Each man leered at me; their eyes filled with a mix of amusement and cruelty. My master’s name was Abdu I guessed. He would stop at each encounter, forcing me to my knees in front of them.
"This is the new slave," Abdu announced to the first man we came across, a burly figure with a scar running down his cheek. "Show him your respect." He insisted.
I trembled as the man grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he sneered. "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be too hard to break."
He spat in my face, and I flinched, the humiliation burning almost as much as the physical pain. Abdu laughed, clearly enjoying my torment. "He's all yours for now," he said, pushing me towards the man.
The burly crew member grabbed me by the collar and dragged me into a nearby cabin. The room was filthy, the stench of sweat and diesel overwhelming. He threw me to the floor and stood over me, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
"You're going to learn your place on this ship," he growled, unbuckling his belt. I tried to crawl away, but he grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me back. "There's no escape for you, slave."
I screamed as he brought the belt down across my back, the pain searing through me. He laughed, clearly enjoying my suffering. "You're going to be a good little slave, aren't you?" he taunted, striking me again.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped, throwing the belt to the floor. "Get up," he snarled, dragging me to my feet. He led me back out into the corridor, where Abdu was waiting, a cruel smile on his face.
"Good work," Abdu said, clapping the man on the back. "He's learning fast."
As we walked, he led me through a series of narrow passageways, each one darker and more oppressive than the last. I could feel the eyes of the crew members on me as we passed, their gazes filled with curiosity and contempt that excited me. He seemed to take pleasure in my humiliation, stopping every so often to introduce me to a new member of the crew.
"Boys, this is our new slave," he announced, his voice loud and mocking. "He's going to be working in the engine room and keeping us all satisfied and happy."
The crew members laughed, their voices echoing through the passageways. I could feel my face burning with shame as they looked me up and down, their eyes lingering on the marks from the whipping. He seemed to delight in my discomfort, his grip on my collar tightening as he led me from one crew member to the next.
Each encounter was more humiliating than the last. Some of the crew members jeered and made crude comments, while others simply stared at me with a cold, calculating gaze. He seemed to take pleasure in their reactions; his voice filled with pride as he introduced me as his new slave, and I secretly found so intense the pleasure of belonging to him surge through my whole body.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the engine room. The heat and noise were overwhelming, the air thick with the smell of oil and sweat. He led me to a small, cramped space in the corner of the generator space, where a pile of rags and a bucket of water awaited me.
"This is where you'll be working," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "You'll clean the engine room and do whatever the crew tells you to do. And remember, you're nothing but a slave. You have no rights, no dignity, and no hope of escape."
With that, he pushed me to the ground and left me alone in the engine room. I could hear the laughter and jeers of the crew members as they went about their work, their voices a constant reminder of my humiliation and despair. I knew that I was truly at their mercy, trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape, and my cock gave me its stiffest of erections to show off to my new friends.
I stood and grabbed a rag and the bucket and made my way to the generators
where an old man was tending an engine. His face was weathered, etched with lines that spoke of years of hard labour at sea. He barely glanced at me as Abdu appeared and shoved me towards him.
"This one's new," Abdu said with a smirk. "He'll be helping you clean the generators."
The old man grunted in acknowledgment, his eyes flicking over me with a mix of pity and disdain. "Follow me," he muttered, turning back to his work. I stumbled after him, my body still aching from the earlier abuse.
The engine room was a maze of machinery, the constant hum and clatter of the generators filling the air. The old man pointed towards a particularly grimy section of the generator. "Start there," he said, his voice gruff. "And don't stop until it's clean."
I nodded, too exhausted to protest, and began scrubbing at the grease and grime. The work was back-breaking, and my hands quickly became raw from the harsh chemicals and rough surfaces. The old man watched me for a moment before turning back to his own tasks, occasionally barking orders or pointing out areas I had missed.
After what felt like hours of relentless scrubbing, the old man finally seemed satisfied with my work. He led me to a small, cramped corner of the engine room, hidden away from the main walkways. "This is where you'll piss and shit," he said, pointing to a rusted bucket and a small, filthy hole in the floor. The smell was overpowering, and I gagged, trying to hold back the bile rising in my throat.
"Welcome to your new life," he sneered, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You'll get used to it."
I stood there, my body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. The old man's words echoed in my mind, a stark reminder of the nightmare I was now trapped in. As I relieved myself, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over me. This was my reality now, a far cry from the life I had once known.
When I finished, the old man led me back to the generators, handing me another rag and bucket. "Back to work," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. I nodded, my spirit broken, and began cleaning once more the monotonous task a cruel reminder of my new existence as a slave on this godforsaken ship.
As the day's work finally drew to a close, the oppressive heat of the engine room seemed to intensify, making the air thick and heavy. My body ached from the relentless labour, and I could feel the grime and sweat caked on my skin. Just as I began to hope for a moment of respite, the heavy footsteps of Abdu echoed through the engine room, sending a chill down my spine.
He appeared in the doorway, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over me. "Get up," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. I struggled to my feet, my muscles protesting after hours of back-breaking work. Abdu grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the engine room, his grip tight and unyielding.
We made our way through the labyrinth of corridors, the ship eerily quiet as the crew prepared for their evening entertainment. Abdu led me to a small, cramped cabin, the air thick with the smell of sweat and diesel. He pushed me inside and locked the door behind us, his eyes gleaming with a cruel anticipation.
"Dance," he ordered, his voice a low growl. I hesitated for a moment, the humiliation of being naked in front of him almost too much to bear. But I knew better than to disobey. Slowly, I raised my arms and swung my hips, my body trembling with shame and fear.
Abdu watched me with a sadistic smile, his eyes roaming over my naked form. He grabbed a bucket of water and threw it over me, the cold liquid a stark contrast to the oppressive heat. I gasped, the sudden shock making my body shudder. He handed me a rough cloth and ordered me to clean myself, his eyes never leaving me.
As I scrubbed the grime from my skin, Abdu rummaged through a small chest, pulling out a selection of items that sent a wave of dread through me. He tossed a pair of tight, revealing shorts at me, along with a small vial of oil. "Put these on," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I slipped into the shorts, the tight fabric clinging to my body in a way that made me feel exposed and vulnerable. Abdu poured some of the oil into his hands and began rubbing it onto my chest and arms, his touch rough and invasive. "You're going to entertain the crew tonight," he said, his voice a low growl. "And you're going to make sure they're satisfied."
He led me out of the cabin and onto the main deck, where the crew was gathered, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. The sight of them sent a wave of fear and excitement through me, but I knew I had no choice but to comply. Abdu pushed me towards the centre of the large space under the warm night sky, where a small stage had been set up. The music was loud, slow and rhythmic.
"Dance," he commanded, his voice a low growl. I hesitated for a moment, the humiliation of being on display almost too much to bear. But I knew better than to disobey. Slowly, I began to move, my body swaying to the rhythm of the music that filled the air.
The crew watched me with a mix of amusement and cruelty, their laughter and jeers filling the air. I could feel their eyes on me, their gazes like a physical weight that made it hard to breathe. But I knew I had to keep going, to entertain them and make sure they were satisfied. I raised my arms in the air, threw my head back and closed my eyes, my hips swaying slowly to and fro for very long minutes.
As the beat intensified, so did my movements. I turned around, my back arching as I ran my hands down my chest and stomach, my fingers tracing the outline of my muscles. I could hear the crew's catcalls and whistles, their voices filling the air with a mix of amusement and desire.
My hands dropped slowly to my neck and on to my chest to caress my nipples into erection drawing enormous applauds and cries for more.
My spirit seemed to release me from my pains and despair turning to delight and intense pleasure as my body subtly changed into a sexual weapon to soften my torments.
The men were clapping between their swigs of beer.
I dropped to my knees, my body moving in a slow, sensual wave as I ran my hands up and down my thighs. I could feel the heat of their gazes on me, their eyes following my every movement. I leaned back, my body arching as I ran my hands through my hair, my head tossing from side to side.
I stood up, my body moving in a slow, sensual wave as I ran my hands up and down my chest and stomach. I could feel the heat of their gazes on me, their eyes following my every movement. I turned around, my back arching as I ran my hands down my chest and stomach, my fingers tracing the outline of my muscles.
I could feel the music pulsing through me, the beat driving my movements as I danced for the crew. I was lost in the rhythm, my body moving in a way that was both sensual and powerful. I could feel their eyes on me, their gazes like a physical touch that made my skin tingle.
"Show us more," one of them shouted, his voice cutting through the music, others encouraged his demand. I knew what they wanted. I looked across at Abdu, he waved for me to come to him. I kneeled before him and he whispered in my ear “do as you are told” and I had no choice but to comply. I sidled back to the centre I began to strip, slowly and sensually, my movements designed to tease and tantalize, my body swaying gently to the rhythm of the music that filled the air. The beat was hypnotic, drawing me in and making me forget, if only for a moment, the cruel eyes that watched my every move. I ran my hands through my hair, tossing my head back as I let the music take control, my body moving in a slow, sensual wave.
With agonizing slowness, I reached for the waistband of my shorts, my fingers fumbling slightly with the button. I could feel the crew's anticipation growing, their eyes fixed on me as I began to slide the shorts down my hips. The fabric clung to my skin, making it difficult to move, but I persisted, my body swaying to the rhythm of the music as I revealed more and more of myself to their hungry gazes.
Finally, the shorts fell to the floor, and I stepped out of them, kicking them nonchalantly to one side leaving me standing there completely naked. I could feel the heat of their inflamed gazes on me, their eyes roaming over my body in a way that made me feel exposed and vulnerable. I ran my hands down my thighs, my fingers tracing the outline of my muscles as I turned around, giving them a full view of my naked body.
I danced slow around the edge of the space pausing slightly for each of them to gaze and insult my tiny penis and tight ass with jeers and chants. The torments were turning into surges of intense pleasure and excitement. As my penis started to react.
As I stood there, completely naked and exposed, the crew's demands grew even more explicit. "Touch yourself," one of them commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a wave of revulsion through me. I hesitated for a moment, the humiliation of masturbating in front of them almost too much to bear. But as I looked across at Abdu I knew I had no choice.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the task at hand, my hands trembling as I began to touch myself. I could feel the weight of their eyes on me, their gazes like a physical touch that made my skin crawl with shame and humiliation. But I knew that I had to please them, to give them the show they wanted.
I began to stroke myself slowly, using a light touch with one hand, my fingers barely grazing the surface of my skin, my hand moving in a rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel myself growing harder, my erection stiff and throbbing with desire. I ran my hands over my chest and stomach, my fingers tracing the outline of my muscles as I continued to stroke myself.
The crew's laughter and jeers filled the air, their voices echoing through the room like a cruel reminder of my new existence as a slave on this godforsaken ship. But I tried to block them out, to focus on the pleasure that was building inside me.
I could feel the tension in my body growing, my muscles coiling with anticipation as I continued to stroke myself. I ran my hands over my thighs, my fingers tracing the outline of my muscles as I arched my back, my body moving in a slow, sensual wave.
The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming, I cried out louder and louder as I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I continued to stroke myself, my hands moving faster and faster as I felt the tension in my body reach its peak.
As I neared the moment of climax, the crew's reactions grew even more intense. They pushed and jostled each other, fighting to get closer to the stage, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of fascination and sadistic pleasure. They wanted to see the moment of my ejaculation, to witness the culmination of my humiliation and their power over me.
Finally, with a cry of release, I felt the intense ejaculation that I had been building towards. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. My pleasure was intense and complete as I basked in the power, they all exerted over me as a group and exerted in particular by Abdu.
As I lay there on the ground, spent and vulnerable, several of the men approached me. Some of them unzipped their pants and began to piss on me, the warm liquid splashing against my skin in a degrading shower. Others spat on me, their saliva hitting my face and body with a disgusting wetness. A few of them, their desires still burning, ejaculated on me, their semen adding to the filth that covered my body.
The crew's laughter and jeers continued, their voices filled with a mix of amusement and cruel satisfaction. I lay there, my body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation, knowing that this was only the beginning of my torment.
As I lay there on the ground, covered in filth and humiliation, Abdu's voice cut through the noise of the crew's laughter and jeers. "Get up," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. I struggled to my feet, my body trembling with exhaustion and shame. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me towards him, his grip tight and unyielding.
"You're not done yet," he snarled, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "You're going to show me how much you appreciate my mercy. On your knees."
I hesitated for a moment, the thought of what he was asking almost too much to bear. But I knew I had no choice. Slowly, I sank to my knees in front of him, my body trembling with fear and humiliation.
As I knelt before Abdu, the crew gathered around us, their eyes fixed on the scene with a mix of anticipation and cruel delight, I was preparing to perform the deep throat fellatio he demanded, I couldn't help but notice the imposing size of his erect penis. It was long and thick, a daunting sight that sent a wave of fear and apprehension through me. The length of it seemed almost unreal, stretching out from his body in a way that made it clear just how much of a challenge this was going to be.
The girth of his penis was equally impressive, the circumference so large that I knew I would have to stretch my mouth wide just to take him in. The skin was taut and smooth, the veins that ran along the length of it standing out in stark relief. The head of his penis was broad and rounded, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-ejaculate that hinted at the intensity of his arousal.
As I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, I could feel the sheer size of him pressing against my lips and tongue. The taste of him was mild and musky, a reminder of the power and dominance he held over me. I knew that I would have to use all my skill and technique to satisfy him, to show him that I was willing and able to please my master.
The crew watched as I struggled to take Abdu's long, thick penis into my mouth, their faces a mask of sadistic pleasure and amusement.
Some of the crew members leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination as they watched me gag and struggle to breathe. They seemed to take pleasure in my discomfort, their laughter and jeers filling the air as I fought to please my master. Others stood back, their arms crossed over their chests, a smug smile playing on their lips as they watched the scene unfold.
A few of the crew members made crude comments and gestures, their voices filled with a mix of amusement and desire. They seemed to be egging Abdu on, urging him to take me even deeper, to push me to my limits and beyond. Their excitement was palpable, their energy feeding into the already charged atmosphere of the place.
Despite the fear and apprehension that coursed through me, I focused on the task at hand.
Abdu placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down further onto his penis. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, my body protesting against the invasion. But I knew I had to keep going, to show him that I was willing to do whatever it took to please him.
I relaxed my throat muscles, allowing him to slide deeper into my mouth. I could feel him pressing against the entrance to my oesophagus, the sensation almost too much to bear. But I breathed through my nose and focused on relaxing, allowing him to slide even deeper.
Abdu let out a groan of pleasure, his grip on my head tightening as he began to thrust his hips, forcing his penis even deeper into my throat. I could feel tears streaming down my face as I struggled to breathe, my body trembling with the effort of keeping myself relaxed and open.
I used my tongue to stimulate the underside of his penis, my hands gripping his thighs for support as I bobbed my head up and down, taking him as deep as I could with each thrust. I could feel him growing harder and more urgent, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Finally, with a cry of release, Abdu ejaculated into my mouth, his grip on my head tightening as he forced me to take every last drop. I could feel the warm liquid sliding down my throat, the taste sweet and pleasant. But I knew I had satisfied my master, and that was all that mattered.
As I collapsed onto the ground, my body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation, Abdu zipped up his pants and looked down at me with a cruel satisfaction. "You did well," he said, his voice a low growl. "But remember, you are my slave, and I expect nothing less than your complete obedience and devotion."
I was finally washed down with three buckets of cold water before drying off in the night air.
Finally, as the night drew to a close, Abdu led me back to the cabin, his grip tight and unyielding. He pushed me inside and locked the door behind us, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "You did well tonight," he said, his voice a low growl. "But tomorrow, you'll have to do even better. Now your night is not over, come and let’s play, you can suck my cock again."
I watched him undress before me, his beautiful black body gleaming from sweat, his muscles stood out and his nipples large and erect. My mind was inundated with contrasts of the past 24 hours the torments and excitement and now in the calm of this small room I knew I wanted him for me. To be his and do his bidding, to give my body to him and satisfy him.
As he stepped from his trousers, I saw his magnificent tool dangling waiting to be worshipped, I approached him my penis rigid and enthusiastic, my fingers moved to his breasts to caress his nipples as he growled sternly “bitch on your knees and give homage to your god and my prick. Pray to him for guidance and devotion to bring him strength and rigidity and a shit load of spunk to fill your gullet.”
To which I cried out loudly in response “Amen, may the lord have mercy.” As Abdu smiled broadly at me.
My hands were on his thighs and my nose in his groin my tongue and lips kissing his pubic hair following down to kiss his penis, my hand moves across to grasp his penis and draw back its abundant foreskin. My other hand caresses gently his testicles one after the other.
He lays his hands on me saying “God bless this bitch as I fuck his face, and he takes joy in serving me.”
His penis starts to react as I lick and kiss his gland opening my mouth wide to take it into my mouth, my hand grasps the base of his penis to guide the head as the blood surges in to his erection. I need to have his penis stiff and rigid to treat it correctly for my deep throat. My tongue caresses his delicious head slipping it in and out of my mouth and I taste the mildly salty flavour of his pre-ejaculate. I must take my time give the most pleasure to him and to me.
He is stiff now as my hand works his penis up and down to encourage it rigidity, it is a most magnificent beast that I am proud to serve, I think to myself as I prepare to take it up to the hilt. I breathe calmy through the nose, thrust out my tongue and relax as I force my mouth over the head into the back of my throat and down into my gullet where there is no any resistance or obstacles and I can take him to the hilt, my nose snuggle up tight to his groin and I can smell his musky odour. He takes over, grasping tightly my head and wanks himself into my throat, forcing himself up to the hilt at each thrust. I keep my breathing calm and regular swallowing from time to time to excite him and encourage orgasm. I hear him as he continues to pray and moans with pleasure. We are close to the edge now as he accelerates his movements and he pulls me and I feel him shoot his load into me. He withdraws as I keep my muth over his bell head to finish him off for some moments.
Hid penis loses power and drops away as I continue to caress and take it into my mouth. I think he is happy with my work and I feel content.
I look up at Abdu and say “Praise the Lord, for he has given me strength to satisfy his disciple on earth. As Christ died naked on the cross serving his people so shall I serve naked his disciple Abdu as his devoted and loyal servitor. Offering my body to him to do with as he deems fit.
As Abdu responds “Amen and praise the lord for giving me this bitch.”
I collapsed onto the filthy bunk, my body trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. The night had been a nightmare, but I knew that it was only the beginning.
