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     Gina was bored with the party, bored with her friends,and
frankly, with her life. Her job was a relative dead end and the men
she dated were almost all classified in her own mind as losers or just
nonentities. She had no difficulty attracting lovers; she was
beautiful by anyone's standards. But when they left her apartment
after a night of post-dinner sex, she was always relieved to see them
go since their pitiful attempts to please her sexually only left her
aching for something more.
     "So who will it be tonight," she wondered, casting about in the
crowd for a likely bed partner. She was horny, without doubt. The
scotch and the suggestive art on the walls of this New York loft
apartment had made her warm, very warm. The paintings and sketches
showed every conceivable sex act and were characterized by extreme
male dominance over his female partner. One painting, hanging in a
dark corner, showed a woman firmly secured to a framework while one
man invited another to take her from behind.  Looking at it, she felt
her pussy grow wet.
     A voice behind Gina startled her. "You like that one, don't you?"
he said.
     "Yes," she admitted, somewhat reluctantly. "It makesyou...."
     "Horny?" he asked.
     Gina nodded, a bit embarassed that he had noticed her fascination
with the picture.  "It's because they're taking what they want and
she's receiving what she needs," he said in a vaguely foreign accent.
She looked at him more closely. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair
and eyes. Without warning, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard,
grasping her ass and pressing her hips hard against him. She could
feel the bulge of his cock against her stomach. She started to protest
his failure to even ask first, but his tongue forced its way between
her lips and she decided she didn't really care.
     "You need a master," he smiled, pulling away after the long and
probing kiss, "someone who understands what you need." He pushed her
gently but firmly against the wall and cupped her large breasts in his
hands, kneading them, looking directly into her eyes as he did so.
Gina felt almost faint with pleasure at what this stranger was doing
so boldly. He lifted her skirt, yanked her panties down and thrust his
fingers into her wet pussy. The thought that someone might actually
notice what they were doing in the corner of the room made his invasion
of her body even more arousing for Gina. She knew she wanted this man.
     "You need to be taken," he continued, stroking her wet lips with
one hand and squeezing a breast with the other."You need to be used
and disciplined and trained to please your master with your body.
Don't you?" He slipped three fingers into Gina's now dripping pussy.
She gasped with pleasure. She needed his cock in her.
     "Yes," she managed to whisper, a bit afraid of his game, but too
aroused to extricate herself from the spell he cast. "I want you to
fuck me now!  Please!  We'll go to my apartment."
     "I prefer my place," he said, smiling at her, "you have a great
deal to learn, my little slave."
     Gina didn't know what he meant, but she didn't really care about
the nuances of role playing. She just knew that this powerful,
handsome man, who took what he wanted insteadof asking, excited her
more than any man she'd ever met.
     She followed him to the rickety elevator in a daze. When the door
closed, and they started the slow descent, he unceremoniously ripped
open her blouse, popping the buttons and released the front hook
securing her bra.  Her heavy 38D breasts fell out and she began to
insist that they wait. But his look warned her not to interrupt. He
unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and ripped her
panties easily. She stood there, as the elevator creaked along,
wearing only her stockings and garter belt. He fondled her breasts
almost roughly.
     "I like these tits," he said. "They're like cowtits to be milked.
Just then the door opened and, to Gina's extreme embarassment, two
couples stood there gaping at her naked body. But her new friend just
laughed and winked at the men,"She couldn't wait 'til we got home,
wanted me to do her right here, the little nympho. Sorry you guys are
taken...I could use some help with her!" The men laughed nervously,
still leering at Gina's exposed pussy, while their dates tugged at
their arms. Gina was blushing as he led her from the elevator and out
to the deserted street where a limousine waited. An even taller and
more powerful looking black man in a chauffeur's uniform held the door
for them, openly appraising Gina's body as he did so.
     "She's a nice one, Captain, great tits."
     Gina was more than a little offended that her date's employee
boldly referred to her breasts in such a crude manner, but her friend
seemed not to mind at all, reaching around her for one and weighing it
in his palm. "You're right, Ben, they'll attract a great deal of
interest." He pushed her toward the chauffeur, who grabbed her other
breast and squeezed it hard. Gina tried to pull back from this
unwelcome mauling, but her escort merely held her in place.
     "Tell him to stop this!," Gina said, indignant now and starting
to struggle against the hands which grasped her. "Just because I wanted
to go home with you doesn't mean I want to be handled by your driver!"
     "You'll be handled by anyone I choose," her date said matter-of-
factly, "because you're a horny slut, starved for the right kind of
discipline." He turned her around facing him and forcing her thighs
apart, rammed three fingers into her pussy. The chauffeur was behind
her now and he quickly stepped behind her and grabbed a breast in each
hand, squeezing and rubbing them roughly, an act which made Gina weak
with pleasure, despite her anger.


     The man spoke again, his fingers stroking in and out of her.
     "You don't care who it is who fucks your wet cunt,
do you?" Gina didn't answer, still unsure as to whether she
was irritated or tunred on by all this, and he repeated the question as
Ben pinched a nipple hard to elicit a response. Gina was forced to
admit that she didn't really care at that point.
     She was hotter than she'd ever been in her life and Ben seemed to
know that her biggest weakness was having her breasts really handled
and mauled, because he continued doing just that, mashing them against
her chest and pressing the nipples with the tips of his fingers.
     "No, I guess I don't care," she murmured.
     "Don't care what?" he asked.
     "I don't care who fucks me, OK?" Gina was impatient. She was even
willing to screw the chauffeur if they would just get on with it.
Besides, there were still people around andshe felt embarrassed
standing there between the two men whilethey handled her like some
kind of toy.
     "That's precisely what I thought," he said, "but from now on you
will address me only as 'Master' and obey me without question. Do you
understand?"
     Gina was perfectly willing to play this little game if it got her
closer to his bed and a hot cock in her pussy. "Whatever Master
wants," she said teasingly, reaching for the bulge in his pants. He
knocked her hand away. "You don't reach for a man's cock until he
tells you to," he snapped. "But don't worry, you'll get what you need
very soon." And he pushed her into the car, getting in beside her. Ben
got into the driver's seat and they pulled away.
     She was ordered to kneel on the wide floorboard. "Now my little
cunt, I'll give you a taste of what you want." He told Gina to unzip
his pants but when she reached for the zipper he pushed her hands
away. "Use your teeth cunt, work for it!" So Gina did, struggling with
the zipper until it was all the way down and then pulling his
underwear aside until his enormous prick popped out. She was awed by
its dimensions but immediately attempted to get the huge prick into
her mouth. She finally settle for licking the shaft hungrily but this
was not satisfactory to her "master."
     "You had better learn to service your master's manhood properly,
cunt," he said and grasping Gina's hair he forced his prick between
her lips and into her mouth, almost choking her, pulling out enough to
let her breathe. "Now, since you have failed to please me with your
mouth, I will simply use it to relieve myself." And he began stroking
in and out ofher mouth as if it were a vagina, banging the head of his
massive prick into the back of her throat, fucking her face without
pause until he spurted his hot cum down her throat and all over her
face and breasts. He told her to lick his cock clean and then rub his
cum into her tits. Gina did, feeling her pussy juice running down her
thighs, so great was her arousal.
     "Now?" she said, looking up at him.
     "Now, what?, he asked. Gina was ready to beg.
     "I need your prick in me," she said, adding the word "Master" to
please him. "Please fuck me, Master."
     "You need any prick in you, don't you slut," he laughed, in the
tone of one speaking to a child. But I'm not in the mood to use you."
He touched the intercom, "Ben, stop the car somewhere quiet." The car
soon came to a halt and the door opened.  "Ben, she needs fucking.
Care to relieve yourself?"
     Gina was shocked. She wanted her new friend, but he didn't want
her and now he was cavalierly offering her to his driver. She started
to protest once more. Her new master slapped her, not hard, just a
light stinging, but she waseven more shocked.
     "Listen, my little cunt, I will offer you to whomever I choose
and you will spread your legs for any cock, especially right now when
I can see your juice running down your legs. You've already admitted
that you'll fuck anything to satisfy yourself, and even if you didn't,
if Ben wants to use you, he is quite welcome." Gina could only stare
at him until another slap made her realize that she was expected to
respond. "Yes,master," she half-whimpered. Then Ben was ordering her
out ofthe car and without any preface, he pushed her face down over
the trunk, spread her legs with the toe of his boot. "I'm gonna enjoy
you, bitch," he taunted.  "Tell me how much you want my big rod in
your hot little box, bitch!"
     "I want you," she stammered, quickly adding "Master."
     "You want me to what?" he pressed her, spreading her legs even
father apart while unzipping his pants. "Tell me what you want, slut!"
     "I want you to fuck me, master, fuck my cunt." Gina was slightly
hysterical with the need to achieve an orgasm and with the fear of
these strange men. "Fuck me please!" And Ben did, plunging his equally
large and erect penis deep into her slippery hole. And he began
stroking, ramming her like a bull mounting a cow. Her nipples were
hard against the cold metal of the car, her breasts mashed by the
pressure of Ben's assault on her pussy while her abused her verbally
and madeher continue to beg for it. She didn't care. His cock filled
her aching sex and finally she felt her own orgasm approachand she
came screaming as his cum boiled into her.
     She felt herself being lifted and placed in the soft seat of the
car, then a sharp prick in her arm and a hand squeezing one of her
breasts. The words faded away, "They'll like thisone...," someone was
saying.

      End of Chapter One

part two of Sold For Sex-----the Voyage and the Auction

     Gina awoke in the dark. She was groggy, disoriented. Her
last memories were indistinct, but her tender pussy testified
that she had indeed been fucking someone. She tried to move
and discovered she couldn't. Her hands were tied above her
head somehow and her ankles were also secured. Fear washed
over her. Where was she? She realized she was naked under
some sort of coarse blanket and there was a sensation of
movement, as if the whole room were rocking. She assumed it
was the scotch she had so freely consumed making her stomach
heave. She remembered the stranger and his driver and being
taken on the trunk of the car but nothing more. She pulled
against the bonds to no avail and finally shouted out.
     "Hey, where am I? What's going on...the game's over
guys, ok? I want to go home. Hey, somebody!" No response.
Time passed, Gina didn't know how long. She heard a noise and
called out again. This time she saw a glimmer of light and a
curtain was pulled back. It was the stranger from the night
before and the light revealed that she was in some sort of
bunk, concealed by a curtain. Now he was dressed in a
turtleneck sweater, slacks and, of all things, a captain's
hat. Gina tried to be indignant despite her restraints and
demanded that he release her.
     "Look, last night was interesting and all, but I'm tired
of the game and I want to go home. Maybe we'll do it again
sometime, but just let me out of here, OK. It's not fun
anymore and I'm tired and hung over and I just want to go
home, get a bath and sleep in my own bed." The man just
laughed and, taking the blanket covering Gina, tossed it to
the floor, revealing her naked body. Seating himself on the
edge of the bunk he reached for one of her breasts and rubbed
it appreciatively. She tried to squirm away from his grasp
but her bonds were too tight to permit much movement. Her
reaction only made him grip her breast more firmly, and a bit
painfully.
     "You are home, my sweet little bitch," he finally
answered her. "At least for the time being."
     "What are you talking about?" Gina demanded, a new wave
of fear spreading through her insides as he continued to
manipulate her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
     "Your "home" as you call it is wherever I choose, since
you are now my slave to do with as I please." He switched to
her other breast. "I really do like these tits," he said
matter-of-factly, "and so will my customers. Since you need a
name of my choosing, I think I'll call you Sweet Tits'."
     Now Gina was truly scared. This man was crazy, talking
about slaves and customers and nonchalantly fondling her at
the same time. "You can't do this," she said angrily, her
voice breaking, "this is kidnapping, it isn't a game anymore.
I demand that you release me right now! I don't know what
you're in to, but I'm not in the mood!" Instead of being
taken aback, he merely laughed again.
     "Of course this isn't a game, my dear. It's business--my
business. I deal in pretty, fair skinned, female slaves and
you and the other women on my ship are merchandise. It's as
simple as that." Slowly, his words sank in. His ship,
merchandise, slaves...she had indeed been kidnapped and, my
god, yes, the motion she felt was that of a ship underway.
How would she escape? She struggled again and screamed at
him. "You can't be serious. You can't possibly get away with
this. They'll be looking for me and I left the party with
you. They'll find out who you are!"
     "Oh, but you're wrong. No one will miss you for at least
a couple of days. You've no family except a couple of distant
cousins. You often miss work because of weekend binges of
drinking, drugs, and trying to find something to fill that
hot pussy of yours. As for me, no one at that party knew me
and they'll barely remember which man you left with. When
someone does get around to asking the police, they'll
question a few people, assume you went off with a man who
ended up raping and probably murdering you, and list you as a
missing person for a while. Then they'll forget about it. New
York is a rough city. Lots of things can happen."
     With deepening horror, Gina realized that everything he
said was true and also realized that he knew a great deal
about her for a "stranger." He seemed to know what she was
thinking. "I study all my prospective merchandise," he
explained. "I want ones with few ties and a reputation for
sleeping around, and ones I believe are suited to the role of
sex slave and are trainable. Of course," he added, "sometimes
I am fortunate enough to find a fresh, young virgin who fits
my criteria, and they bring a great deal of money at
auction." Now his hand dropped to her thigh. "But you will,
too," he continued. "Those magnificent tits will attract the
bidders."
     Gina shuddered at his touch. "You can't do this and I
won't cooperate with you. I'll scream bloody murder the
moment I get off this ship. Someone's bound to hear. And even
if they don't, I won't let anyone 'own' me. I'll get away
somehow." She tried to be defiant, even though she knew there
was little chance of being rescued.
     Now his fingers toyed with the hair at her labia. "But
you will cooperate," he said sternly, "you will cooperate and
you will obey and you will learn to accept and appreciate you
role. You live for sex, Sweet Tits, for a hard cock in you
and yet you are never satisfied. You need to be subdued,
trained, and enslaved, always available to satisfy the needs
of your master." His fingers parted her pussy lips and worked
their way into her, his thumb on her clit. Beneath her anger
and fear, Gina felt the stirrings of her desire. Against her
will, she moaned softly, moving against his hand
instinctively.
     "That's right, slave, all that truly matters to you is
your cunt and soon you will admit that to me openly." Never,
Gina thought, even as she felt her juices begin to seep from
her vagina. He continued to stroke and manipulate her pussy,
finger-fucking her as her arousal increased. With the other
hand he kneaded one of her breasts. The combination was too
much to resist and she surrendered to the sensations and
concentrated on her impending orgasm, pushing her predicament
to the back of her mind, centering only on the hands which
touched her body. And then, without warning, they stopped.
"No," she cried out without thinking. "Don't stop."
     "Sorry, cunt, but you'll have to earn your reward by
showing me that you can be obedient. You can start by telling
me that you understand I am your master and that you want
only to please me in whatever way I choose." Gina was silent,
angry, and still caught at the edge of her climax.
     "Fuck you," was all she said. He shrugged and got up. He
was out of Gina's view for a moment and when he returned he
was holding a small whip with several thongs.
     "I had hoped not to punish you harshly but it seems
inevitable. But don't worry. I won't leave any marks. I don't
care for damaged merchandise." And he brought the whip down
over her breasts, making her cry out.  He didn't pause, but
instead continued whipping her chest, belly and thighs until
they burned, as Gina struggled against the ropes which held
her. He ceased and then leaned over her and, spreading her
pussy lips with one hand, inserted the whip handle into her
still wet hole. He held it there and then slowly began
fucking her with it, his other hand stroking her stiff clit.
Despite the pain of the punishment, Gina was once again hot
and aroused.
     "You see, slave, you will even welcome this whip into
your cunt, as long as it fucks you. Isn't that right?" Gina
was beside herself with the sensation of the ribbed handle
stroking in and out of her and his thumb on her engorged
clit. "Yes," she muttered.
     "Yes, what?" he prompted her. And she remembered his
insistence from the night before. "Yes, ...master." she added
reluctantly.
     He continued stroking the whip handle in and out of
Gina's slippery vagina. She felt a powerful orgasm building
within her, the tension in her belly growing with each
stroke. Her entire focus was her cunt, her need to come. And
then he stopped! Gina groaned in frustration, bucking her
hips, desperate for the release which was so near. But she
was helpless to achieve her climax alone. He stood there
watching her fruitless attempts.
     "You see how it is, slave. You need satisfaction, but
only obedience will earn what you desire. You will not be
allowed that reward until I choose." He stepped away and
returned with a small pair of smooth-edge nipple clamps and
attached them to Gina's taut nipples. She started to protest
as the clamps bit into her, but he silenced her with a raised
hand.  "Do not complain, slave, these are very benign
training devices.  If you persist in your disobedience, I
will replace them with these." He held up a pair of alligator
clips, which Gina knew would be considerably more
excruciating on her tender nipples. She remained silent.
     "Good," he continued. "Now I shall explain to you what I
expect from all of my slaves. Obviously, you are expected to
be unquestionably obedient. No matter what you are instructed
to do, you will proceed without an resistance or question. Do
you understand?" Gina nodded, but her response was inadequate
for he immediately lashed her belly with the whip. "You will
always answer 'Yes, master' or 'no, master'!"
     "Yes, master," Gina said meekly, feeling the sting of
the whip.
     "All right," he went on. "You will accept that you are
now a piece of property, a useful possession for me and for
the master to whom I sell you. We are gratified by the
ownership of women like you, women whose true need is to be
subdued and bent to our will. We enjoy amusing ourselves
sexually and at the same time, if you are obedient, allowing
you to satisfy your own needs. But, keep in mind, that your
needs are secondary. Your master's pleasure is always of
utmost importance. Is that clear?" This time, Gina
immediately answered, "Yes, master," her mind still
unbelieving.
     "And you really have no choice," he reminded her. "There
is no escape. You will be sold, and you will be owned by your
purchaser. Whether you are treated well or not depends
entirely on your behavior. And I will teach you how to
behave." He untied Gina's hands and feet. Instinctively, she
reached for her aching sex, but he slapped her hand away with
the whip. "You may never touch yourself without permission,"
he said sharply. He pulled her from the bunk and told her to
kneel, knees apart. She did, but he grasped her shoulders
and, lifting he slightly spread her knees even further with
the toe of his boot. Satisfied, he let her down.
     The position was painful, but Gina knew better than to
complain. He told her to arch her back and support herself
with her hands behind her, head tilted back, which helped
somewhat.  Her position now blatantly displayed her breasts
and mound for inspection. He observed her for a moment,
apparently pleased. "That is the position you will take when
you are commanded to 'offer yourself'" he said. And you will
remain that way until you are given other instructions.
     "Now, get on your hands and knees." Gina obeyed, glad to
abandon the previous contortion. "Put your forehead on the
deck," he ordered, "with your ass in the air." He walked
around her, pushing her knees apart further. "I like your
ass, too, Sweet Tits," he said, "and so will my clients. This
is your position when you hear the command 'down'." Without
warning, he brought the whip down on her exposed buttocks.
Gina yelped but knew better than to move.  He whipped her
several more times, on her ass and thighs, the tip
occasionally catching her tender pussy lips as Gina's tears
wet the smooth wooden deck. She heard a zipper, and a jar lid
being unscrewed.
     "Your ass appeals to me, Sweet Tits." He spread her
burning ass cheeks and she felt the tip of his penis against
the tight hole. Slowly, but without pausing, he forced his
stiff, lubricated prick into her rectum, making her gasp in
pain.  He paid little attention, letting his cock stay buried
in her for a moment. "I don't want to damage you, Sweet Tits,
so I suggest you relax while I use your ass."
     He began slowly stroking, and Gina tried to ignore the
pain of his assault.  Gradually, the pain was less severe and
she even began to be aroused by his fucking motion. She
wanted to reach for her clit, but knew it would mean being
subjected to the whip once more. She wanted him in her cunt
more than anything. But he seemed perfectly happy to empty
his semen in her ass, and he did so, eventually withdrawing
his softening cock. He went to a chair and sat down.
     "Come here," he commanded, "on your hands and knees,
cunt! Crawl to me." Gina moved toward him until she was a few
inches from his feet. "Lick my cock clean." Eager for even
this, Gina buried her face in his crotch and dutifully licked
his beautiful prick until all traces of her sodomizing were
gone. When she looked up at him, he slapped her.
     "Don't look at my face, cunt, only at this." He held his
penis in his palm. "This is where your attention should be
directed at all times. This is your only concern, the symbol
of your owner's manhood, and of his dominance over you. Your
mouth, your ass and your pussy are for this." Her eyes were
riveted on his cock. "Now open your mouth!" He leaned forward
and placed the head of his soft penis on her tongue. "I have
to relieve myself, Sweet Tits." He let go a stream of hot
urine down her throat. She choked, surprised and pulled away,
his pee splashing her face and chest. He grabbed her hair and
stuffed his cock back in her mouth and finished urinating.
Then he dropped her to the floor.
     "For that disobedience, you will be punished, cunt! He
pulled her to her feet, quickly attached wrist and ankle
cuffs, and secured the wrist cuffs to cords suspended from
the ceiling. Pulling her arms taut, he then locked her ankles
to hooks in the deck. He took the whip and began again.
     He methodically whipped her ass, the backs of her legs,
her breasts, her belly and thighs, finding her spread pussy
more than once with the painful lash. Finally, he stopped and
sat down facing Gina who sobbed uncontrollably. "Im sorry
that was necessary, but you misbehaved. I wished to use your
mouth and you failed to accept my gift in the proper manner.
I take it you will respond appropriately in the future?"
Gina, choking, barely managed a 'yes, Master.'
     "Good, then we can continue with your instruction."
     He released her from her restraints and she fell to the
floor. "You may clean up the result of your disobedience," he
said, pointing to the drops of pee on the polished wood,
"with your tongue." She crawled to the spot and dutifully
licked the surface of the deck until he was satisfied. There
was a knock at the cabin door and he told the caller to
enter. It was his driver, Ben, the man who had fucked her so
thoroughly on the trunk of the car.
     "Evening captain," he said, saluting. "The weather's
holding and we're making a good twenty knots. At this rate,
we'll be in port inside of a week." He looked at Gina, face
down on the deck. "I see you've started training this one."
     "Yes, Ben, and I'm rather enjoying it." He turned to
Gina. "Offer yourself, cunt!" And she quickly obeyed,
arranging herself in the prescribed manner, breasts thrust
upward, knees apart. Ben whistled his approval.