Sari Dreaming of Sailing II

The golden slave girl sunk exhausted to the hot surface of the deck, whimpering wretchedly, her body still burning from the shameful acts forced upon it. Her conviction that this was nothing but a dream wavered with each agonising violation, with each humiliating act of surrender.

She had been held down as one of the men had thrust away savagely and brutally into her. Her breasts had been crushed and mauled and rubbed red, already blistering beneath the hot sun. One of the men had placed his large, swollen cock beneath them and thrust away, showering her face with his cum, laughing as he did so. She had been held face down and sodomised, her screams muffled by the deck.

And then had come the women.

She had been forced to pleasure each one of them, licking and kissing her, their hands in her long hair, pulling and wrenching at her. They had given her instructions and advice.

And when all of them were done, her pale face was red with shame, their rest of her body beginning to redden with the heat.

"Well," said the captain. She had been the only one not to have used the poor captive girl. Well, her and the mysterious pink figure. "Still think this is just a dream? A nightmare, at least."

Sari said nothing, only a strangled sob.

"Well, it seems you may have enough stamina to work at the salt mines, after all. Although, I'm not sure. If we sell them a weak slave, then my reputation drops and suddenly, no one is willing to buy from me. I mean we need another test. First mate! Fetch the lash!"

"No," sobbed the pitiable girl. "No... please... no more... I'll do anything... please..."

"Well..." the captain paused. "Yes, there might be something you can do."

"Anything."

"You weren't the only girl we took on that ship, you see. You can watch as we test out the other one. First mate, bring up the other slut we took!"

Sari looked up, lifting her heavy head. There was someone else... but this was her dream... This was just a dream... it must be...

The pirate emerged from below decks, dragging a struggling and very naked female form. She was beautiful and gorgeous, hands tightly bound behind her back and a gag parting her full lips.

Sari looked at her and moaned.

It was her slave sister, Myya.

*Now* said Adchara *What will you do now, I wonder?*

To be continued...