Many gathered just to see the girls, hoping that Captain James would leave them partially unclothed or would strip them naked at the auction. The ship pulled slowly along the dock, a group of over fifty, mostly men gathered around, quickly tying the boat down. The gangplank came down, the pirates aboard eager to go into the bars and spend their loot.
“Are they ready?” Captain James looked at his First Officer to see if the procession of the girls were ready to go ashore.
“Just as you asked Sir.”
“Then let the Princess lead them off.” He moved closer to her, whispering in her ear. “Don’t do anything stupid Princess. The crowd would like nothing else then to see you stripped naked and whipped at a public flogging post. And I would think nothing of doing it. It would only help to bring you a better price. Your screams would drive the men mad with desire, bidding higher to have the opportunity to make you scream for them.”
Stefani had resigned herself to the auction, still hopeful that her betrothed would find her and set her free. Strangely, she had grown accustom to the sexual desires of the Captain and had performed for him to his satisfaction, Stefani recalling too vividly the cockroach inside her, doing anything to make sure it didn’t happen again. And she had learned to receive the pleasure that the Captain’s cock gave her, never failing to have an orgasm. Even oral sex had not deterred her, the Captain making her masturbate while she sucked his cock, stopping only when he came in her mouth, Stefani cumming while swallowing his cum, the degradation of performing such a task adding to her heightened enjoyment. She still couldn’t understand all that had taken place since she had lost her virginity to the Captain or what made her enjoy the power he had over her.
“Yes Captain,” resigned to her fate.
The men on the dock stared in awe as the girls came down the gangplank, the quiet almost deafening. All the girls were naked from the waist up, a low hung sarong covering their hips, their legs naked from just above the knees. Their arms were thrust high up behind their backs, a rope around their necks keeping them pinned high up their backs. The position thrust their naked breasts out, not that the young, firm flesh ever had any sag, nine pairs of pert, pointed nipples pushed out in front of them, the pirates twisting them before they left the boat, the hardened pink tips so prominently displayed.
Stefani stared straight away, her head held high, her breasts bouncing as she walked, determined not to be fazed by parading around half naked.
The quiet turned to pandemonium, the men beginning to hoot and holler at the half naked girls.
“What lovely tits you have Princess?”
“Look at that ass, what I’d give to shove my cock in it and make her squeal like a pig.”
“Show us their pussies Captain.”
Captain James ignored them, these were not the men that could afford the girls. Those men wouldn’t be on the dock, they would wait for tomorrow, the privilege few would be allowed brief minutes with any girl they desired, her body probed to the men’s satisfaction, testing her elasticity and arousal, the men checking to see how quickly she got wet under their probing. The Princess would only be touched by an even more select few, the few that could afford such a luxury.
Stefani found herself put into a cell, the other girls split between three cells. It was already late in the day, the sun beginning to set. She had seen the town only briefly as they were marched through as if they were a parade, a collection of small shops, stores and a large collection of bars. In the center of the square was a market with a large stage on one end, Stefani assuming that is where the auction would take place. She tried not to think about it. It was so unreal and difficult to even fathom such a thing could happen, let alone to her. To sell a person, a Spanish noblewoman no less was so preposterous she was sure that she would wake up any minute now and find her betrothed kneeling over her bed. She sat down on the bed, looking at the bars that covered the windows and doors.
It was dark now, only shimmering flickers of a torch in the hallway bouncing off the walls. She lay back in the bed, stretching out, tired on the last day on the ship. Her eyes closed, not realizing how tired she really was, the ordeal of the last two weeks taking its toll on her body. She let her hands move up to her breasts, her fingers quickly igniting her nipples to hardness, Stefani confused at her arousal. She pinched them, a sharp pain in her chest, a wetness between her legs. She let her legs part, wider and wider as if she were being ordered to until they touched the edge of the bed, her fingers continuing to stimulate her nipples, a combination of pain and pleasure.
One hand slid down her belly, untying the sarong, pulling it to the side, looking at the door to make sure no one was watching. Her hand slid down her abdomen, running over her dense bush, her hips rising up as her fingers began to run down her slit. She couldn’t believe how wet she was already, her fingers slick with her juices as they moved up and down her slit. She imagined it was her fiancé that was stroking her, even though he had never touched her before. Her hips rose up each time her fingers ran over her clit, surprised as it swelled in arousal. One finger slid down, entering her, sliding effortlessly on her juices, a soft moan escaping from her lips. She turned on her side, trapping her finger between her legs, tightening up her muscles as she felt a tremor of pleasure race though her body. Suddenly the face of her fiancé was the Captain’s, his hard cock pushing into her mouth as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, Stefani forced back onto her back again, her knees bent, her legs spread submissively for him. His face turned back to her fiancée, Stefani confused, his features fading. All she could feel was the hard cock in her mouth, Stefani recognizing it by the texture and taste, the Captain thrusting into her unwilling mouth while his fingers made her buck on the bed. A finger went down to her anus, suddenly plunging into her un-lubricated backside, Stefani biting into a pillow to quench the squeal of pain from her lips. The finger drove deep into her rectum, Stefani forced to clench her muscles on it. She realized that is was her finger in her anus, the pain radiating from the sensitive hole. She came unexpectedly, biting her lips as a wave of pleasure ran through her body, her fingers igniting new pleasures in her, especially the one in her backside. She curled on her side, her legs tightly together, trapping her fingers in her as she came again and again, her muscles clenching and unclenching on the masturbating fingers.
She finally pulled her fingers from both of her holes, her body exhausted, falling into a deep sleep, confused at what had just happened, but sexually content for now.
They came for her early, not the Captain as Stefani had expected, but from what she could figure out this was the auctioneer. He was about fifty, not terribly handsome, not ugly. Not what you would expect of someone that sold people as sexual slaves. Sexual slaves, the thought of it sending shivers through her body. What if the person that bought her wasn’t as nice as the Captain? Someone that would beat or torture her.
“Out of bed Princess Stefani.” He liked calling her by her title, it would sound so much better at the auction, hoping to get a kings ransom for her.
She sat up quickly when she saw the whip in his hand, a riding crop similar to the one she had when she went riding. She had seen what the Captain had done to Gretchen by the First Officer, Stefani not caring to get a similar taste.
“Follow me. You’ll get a chance to take a bath and get ready. I want you looking good for me today. But be assured that I will have no problem in whipping you for any disobedience. The men that will buy you want a girl that is submissive, though they like a hint of reluctance. But just enough for them to tame you. They will not put up with insolent behavior.”