Chapter 9

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Barbara decided not to struggle this time. Flanked by two burly crewmen she followed the older woman along the corridors. Below decks the ship appeared to be kept in a well regimented style and only as she climbed the mesh stairs onto the deck did the craft take on a bedraggled rusted out look. The jack booted woman smiled back at Barbs as she was coaxed along the deck towards the bridge.

"From a distance this looks like any piece of sea salvage. That suits my master's fine."

"Masters?" Barbara said nervously. The woman straightened her swastika arm band. Barbara then realised she was the only one wearing this crazy Nazi shit. In fact most of the crew appeared like turks or orientals, not your normal master race. The woman nodded looking a little disdainfully at the two bulky crewmen.

"Hm yes this crew and her captain serve my people well. And we in turn reward them well. Along with other fringe benefits." The Nazi looked Barbara up and down with an uncomfortable lingering glance. The woman continued. "We have a home deep in ancient Eastern Europe; a castle even. Forget the old life, you have been chosen to serve us." Once again Barbs questioned." Us?"

The old woman narrowed her eyes." The Fatherland!"

Barbara almost laughed. "You crazy bitch, this is the 21^st centaury who the fuck do you people think you are? I suppose those bitches down stairs are all Nazied up?

"They've had the benefit of been with us much longer than you. Yes, if that's what you mean. You're initiation shall we say will have to be a little more intense." The woman signalled for the thugs to hurry their captive along, Barbara cussing and scoffing in disbelief.

At the base of the bridge tower the group stopped. Barbara looked out over the distant ocean. Where was she? How far from civilization? She suddenly felt very alone. The Frauline turned to her, speaking in a school mistress manner.

"The Captain has a habit of throwing those that displease him to the sharks in these waters. We arrive at our rendezvous in four hours. By that time you will have needed to have made a choice. Are you with us or shark bait?

The woman then turned and walked away leaving the men to man handle Barbra up the steps into the filthy command tower.

Inside it was dim the windows grime covered; only hand marks on the glass for the crew to watch were they were steering. Barbara felt very vulnerable in her bare feet and canvas smock all eyes looking at her. Sat in a large cushioned chair was the captain. He was a fat bare chest oriental. His head almost bald apart from a Chinese style pony tail. His fat lips and narrow eyes made him look like he was frowning continuously. Next to him stood the first mate, muscled, dark skinned eye sockets almost black like a Bedouin swordsman.

The first mate moved forward gripping her by the hand dragging her towards the captain's aft cabin. The captain rose swaying his narcotics more disorientating when he stood. "Take over here," he coughed to the other crew." I have entertaining to do."

Once the captain was in the cabin he closed the steel door shut and bolted it with a metallic thud. The room was dirty but ornately adored. A large unwashed silk bed; beautiful curtains and rugs hanging from the wall. The few portholes let in strong searchlight type beams of daylight. The air was thick of scent and opium weed.

Barbara clenched her arms to her body the first mate still with a vice grip on her arm.

"Look er captain I need to warn you that..." The big man burst out laughing.

"Warn! Warn! Ha, ha, ha. It is you who needs to be warned. Many a girl comes to my cabin. You are no different to them; do not fool yourself with false arrogance."

The captain picked up a vial of pink liquid." The Uberfuhrer informs me you were a last minute choice, just someone they'd noticed and had to have. Well she fears she may have made an error in judgement. I have assured her that when we meet our rendezvous you will be unloaded with the other female cargo."

"What, what are you going to..." Barbra nervous question was cut short. "Better you did not ask. "He said ominously waving the vial in front of her." But don't fear we have many potions and lotions to loosen your orifices and make the experience less unpleasant."

Barbara was jolted to attention the first mate gripping both her wrists together pulling them taut above her head.

"Tie her wrists and string her from the ceiling!" Ordered the captain, almost casually.

Barbra screamed as the first mate hooped the strong rope over a pulley hooked in the ceiling tugging down lifting her cute toes off the floor. "Ohh awwwwwww ugh ahhhhhh that's too tight!" Barbs wrists felt the rope grip. She swung slightly as the ship rolled increasing its pace through the water. The sweat was pouring from her face over her wide lips her eyes sparkling but terrified. There was a rip, the seaman cutting up the back of her sack cloth poncho then...

Both men stood back to admire the sweaty naked girl. Her figure looked like a long necked bottle bulging at her shoulder and waist, her stretched arms the funnel. Her tits were like firm half coconuts on her toned frame; her thighs slightly firmer than she would like, her shins glistening with perspiration down to her painted toes.

She was looking wide eyed at them her mouth opening and closing without a sound. She wriggled and shouted as they neared both men stroking her body then they grabbed a knee and ankle each. "Uh ah what, what, uggggg!" Her legs were been bent back to her body her knees pressing on her tummy just below her hard tits. She gasped her face a look of surprise and discomfort."Ooooooohhhhhh." Her legs came either side of her face toes pointing to the ceiling. She groaned as her arms took the weight her ankles now been pushed to either side of her neck. The men lifted and pulled and she felt her toes touch for a second around the back of her straining neck. "Aaaaaaaaawhaaaaaaaaaaaa!" A double hoped rope slid over both feet binding them together the rope pressing on the back of her neck her bound feet touching the back of her head.

She was trussed, hanging from the ceiling her ass cheeks stretched, her legs trying to return to the floor but bound up around her head."Ooohhhhh Jezzzzzzz noooooo!"

Her ass was almost pointing towards the front her pussy also pointing foward at an angle skywards. Now shaved the slit and shit hole were easily visible, sweaty, the skin stretched. The men began in earnest.

Their fingers kneaded her ass flesh making her sway on the rope. "Good, oil her ass," the fat bellied Oriental said. His Arab friend began to pour lotion onto her sphincter and pussy slit, Barbara moaning in disgust. She gave a yelp as the Arabs strong finger slid into her ass curling and searching, then another finger. The men grunted in satisfaction the captain also pushing his own slimy finger in. "Uhhhhhh no, no, no tooooooo!" Babs wailed as his finger forced itself in along side the other two.

The men began to pull her rim outwards, grunting and concentrating trying to stretch her muscles, opening her ass up." Be still bitch!" The Arab cussed his fingers parting inside her rim making her eyes roll."Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!" The captain was more interested with penetration rather than width, his finger almost to the knuckle making a circular motion against her shitter wall."Mmmmmmm aggggggggg!" She wriggled ignoring their order to stay still. She felt like they were trying to climb up inside her.