Cruise Ship of Broen Dreams

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This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. This chapter gets into racist themes. If you're offended by racism, well, too fucking bad.

Cruise Ship of Broken Dreams

Chapter 9

Morris's day with Laura

Morris pulled Laura along by the chain attached to her collar. He led her to the same room where Arthur was assaulted yesterday. He wanted the room filled with wall-to-wall brothers for shock value, but most of his friends had other obligations on a Sunday morning. He could only muster up four Black dicks by 9 am to entertain his soon-to-be newest addition to his harem.

Of course, more promised to stop by later that day and sample the goods. Morris would make sure that he entertained Laura with a constant supply of fresh Black meat. Brothers would be stopping by all day, fuck the slut, shoot a load or two, and leave. The festivities would go on all day, with the grand finally ending in an orgy tonight. As he pulled her into the room, he removed her handcuffs, freeing her wrists. They were unnecessary and would only get in the way. There were far too many men for her to resist. They would easily overpower her.

When Laura was pulled into the room, she only saw four Black men standing around, most of them already naked, ready to pounce on their prey. She expected more; she was almost disappointed; she could easily satisfy four men. The room had several mirrors on the walls and a few on the ceiling as well as a video camera and a camera were on tripods nearby.

They pulled her over to a leather couch in the center of the room and poured massage oil across her body. Her breasts covered in oil were glistening in the room lighting; the oil flowed down the front and back of her body until she could feel it soaking her feet.

Next, they forced her onto the sofa; a Black guy was already sitting on it with a massive hard-on waiting for her; it was the most enormous cock she ever saw. They were not wasting any time; they forced her to mount the guy on the couch before he was bottomed out inside her; she felt another lubed-up dick force its way into her asshole. She wasn't lubed up there yet, and there was some pain as he pushed his way into her ass with several forceful thrusts. Now that both Black cocks were completely inserted, she never felt so full; she was stretched to her limits. It was more pain than pleasure at this point.

They began to fuck her slowly at first, but they quickly picked up the pace. After she got used to their size, the pain turned to pleasure. In ten minutes, she was actively participating, forcing her body down as the man under her thrust upward. She was really beginning to enjoy herself; maybe this would be so bad, she thought to herself.

Five minutes later, she felt the guy she was on top of shooting his load, pumping his cum deep inside her as he orgasmed. He moaned with pleasure. Somehow, this turned her on even more, knowing it was her that satisfied him. Soon as he finished shooting his load, the man behind her pulled her off the couch with his dick still buried in her ass. Another Black man took his place on the sofa, and she was forced onto another hard, fresh, eager dick.

The gangbang went on for another fifteen minutes before she had her first orgasm. It washed over her with a wave of pleasure; the sensory overload was too much; not only was her pussy and ass enjoying two hard dicks thrusting into her, other men sat on either side of her and sucked on her nipples. She was in heaven.

"Oh god, yes, Yes Fuck me!" she cried out in pleasure.

As the gangbang wore on, she was dimly aware of more Black men entering the room. Soon as one dick in her ass or pussy pumped her full of their seed, another quickly took his place. It was non-stop; it felt wonderful; another orgasm hit her, and another. After two hours of nonstop fucking she was coming every three or four minutes; never had she been in the zone for so long.

Flashes of light caught her attention, and she noticed for the first time that they were not only filming her but also taking photographs as well. She was now in a reverse cowgirl position, kneeling on the sofa with a dick up her ass, actively thrusting herself up and down. As the man who was on top of her stepped away after depositing his seed into her pussy, she gave the photographer a huge smile. Looking down at herself, she could see she was covered with oil. Cum dripped out of her pussy; it was all over her thighs and dripped down her legs. She knew she must look like a complete whore and loved every minute of it.

She was in bliss. She didn't believe in Heaven or Hell, but at this moment, she felt as close to being in heaven as was possible in this world. If Morris had asked her to be his sex slave at the moment, she wouldn't have given a second thought and would have agreed. But he didn't; the perfect opportunity passed without him being aware of it. Gradually, her orgasms became less frequent and less pleasurable, and they stopped. And still, the fucked her, using her for their pleasure. Her pleasure was over. She had enough, more than her fill. She gradually learned there was such a thing as too much sex and that maybe being a sex slave wasn't what she really wanted to be after all.

Morris walked up to her; she was now in the doggie-style position, with one man under her in her pussy and another using her ass.

"Thirsty?" He asked.

"Yes, please," she begged. While she swallowed a generous amount of cum, it wasn't the same thing as a refreshing bottle of water. She felt dehydrated; she needed a drink desperately.

Morris shoved his semi-hard dick into her mouth. This confused Laura for a moment. She thought he was going to give her a glass or bottle of water. Then she tasted it, he was pissing into her mouth. She split out the piss and pulled back.

"Gross!" she yelled.

He grabbed her head, forced his dick back into her mouth, and pinched her nose. "Drink, you slut, or else!" he ordered her.

She didn't have any choice. She swallowed his piss as fast as she could, but it flooded her mouth faster than she could suck it down. Piss dribbled out of her mouth and flowed down her body. As soon as he was finished, he pulled out and waved another guy over.

"She needs more hydration," he said with a laugh. The other guy repeated the procedure; fortunately, this time, he didn't pee as fast, and she was able to chock all of it down. When he was finished, her stomach was so filled that she couldn't drink another drop.

"Let me when you get thirsty again," he said.

The gangbang was now well into the third hour, and Laura no longer cried out in pleasure; it was cries of pain.

"Oh god, please stop." She begged. Now Crying. The pain was becoming gradually becoming unbearable. And still, they used and abused her; another hour passed. She no longer believed she was in Heaven, more like Hell.

Morris was caught up in the excitement when he realized the time; it was almost four pm, and he was behind schedule. Shit, he thought. He grabbed the plastic bag, the same one they used on Arthur the previous day, and put it over Laura's head, pulling it tight.

Another two men were thrusting their dicks into her body. Her pussy and ass were rubbed raw by now; no amount of lube could eliminate the friction caused during sex; eventually, the pleasure turned to pain. The next thing she knew, someone covered her head with a plastic bag and pulled it tight. She tried to grasp it with her hands, but someone restrained her arms. She was powerless; she couldn't breathe, and she felt consciousness slipping away.

Once she was unconscious, he had to physically pull the brother off her ramming his dick up her ass.

"What the fuck? I wasn't finished yet," he complained.

"I have to get her marked up, apply her new tattoos," Morris explained.

It took longer than it should have taken; Laura was a mess, oil and cum covered her body. He had to get her cleaned up first before he could give her new 'tattoos.' He wasn't going to clean cum; he summoned one of his slaves.

"Clean her up," he ordered his slave.

By the time all the areas Morris wanted to apply new tattoos were cleaned and dried, and the tattoos applied, another hour passed. He was running out of time. But still felt confident she could break her in the time allotted.

Laura awoke to the sounds of ink-piercing guns; she knew the sound well. She was tied down in a reclined position to a chair. Looking down in horror, she could see she now had Queen of Spades tattoos on her both of her breasts and one of her crotch, just above her pussy. And the words 'BBC Slut' above that, between her belly button and the QoS tattoo.

"Oh god, what do you do to me?" she said in horror.

"Just improving perfection," Morris said smoothly. "You like? They go well with the ones on your ankle, above your Tramp Stamp, and under your right ear."

She was shocked that she could give her so many tattoos so quickly. Then again, she had no idea what time of day it was.

"What gives you the right?" she yelled.

"Slaves don't have rights," Morris replied.

"I'm not your slave!" she told him in defiance.

"Not yet, but you will be." He replied with a smile. "Here, let me show you how."

With that, he shoved a ball gag into her mouth. Next, he wheeled over a heavy metal box on a cart next to her chair. She didn't know what it was, but it looked old. Next, he attached a metal clamp with a wire connected to her right breast, piercing jewelry, and another clamp with a wire on her clitoris piercing jewelry.

Next, he flipped on a switch, and the machine started a low hum as it powered up. Looking at the machine and the wires, she had an idea of what it did. He looked directly at her and gave her a big smile as he flipped the switch.

She was right about what it did. Electricity shot through her body from one piercing to the other. Her back involuntary spasm forced her off the chair, arching her back. The pain was intense and indescribable. She never felt anything like it. She didn't know how long it lasted, a few seconds or a few minutes; she lost all concept of time, and only the pain was the focus of all her attention.

With the sound of a click, the pain was gone. Her body relaxed; she tried to gasp air in through her nose in long gasps. After a minute, she heard another click, and the pain returned. She lost count of the number of times Morris clicked the machine on and off, but each time, it seemed worse than the last. She could feel her resistance quickly slipping away. Occasionally, he would stop and remove her ball gag,

"Ready to submit, be my willing sex slave?" Morris said with a relaxed smile.

"Never!" she screamed the first few times. But he noticed her refusal was becoming less and less forceful each time. Morris was impressed. She held out longer than any slut he tortured before. It was almost half an hour, and still, she refused to break. Her pathetic husband was begging that he do anything to make the pain stop in half as much time.

She knew she couldn't take much more; he would win, and she couldn't fight him any longer.

He had just inserted her ball gag back in for another couple of rounds of electric shock treatments when he was interrupted.

"Master," a slave said to him. Morris looked up, irritated at the interruption. She was completely naked with only her thick metal collar that identified her as a 'Slave' and, of course, her numerous body piercings and tattoos. "My Mistress told me to tell you late for tonight's event. Your guests are waiting."

"Fuck!" he cursed. He was out of time. "Just a few more minutes," he said.

"My mistress told me if you do not join the event as planned immediately, she will send everyone home." The slave informed him. She was fearful of relaying this fact to him, but she had her orders.

"Fine." He said after a pause. It was just as well, anyway; these things can't be rushed; he had to ensure he had broken her completely. Otherwise, he risked a knife in his back when he least expected it.

He released her from the chair; he had to catch her when he attempted to stand her up; she was utterly exhausted. He handed the chain to her collar to another Black man, Henry, his assistant and avid pupil. He wanted to learn Morris's secrets to enslaving White sluts.

"Have her prepared while I attend to our guests." He told him. With that, Morris exited the room.

Henry half carried, half dragged Laura to a nearby bathroom with the help of Morris's slave. They sat her down in the shower, and Henry stood outside the shower, leering at the two naked women. She washed Laura's body with a shower head wand on an extended hose as best as she could; she quickly lathered up her body with soap, scrubbed her with a loofah, and washed the soap off her body. Satisfied Laura was reasonably clean; she used a towel to dry her off as Henry held her up in a standing position. Next, they sat her down on a dressing room table in the next room. At the same time, Henry used a blow dryer on her hair, and the slave applied makeup to Laura's face. In only a few minutes, she was transformed from beautiful to just stunning. She had the perfect body and now the ideal face to match. She rubbed oil over Laura's entire body, except for her face, of course. They slipped high heels on her feet, and the final step was attaching handcuffs to her wrists, but in front of her, not behind her back.

They escorted Laura out of the room, who was somewhat recovered now. They passed several rooms before ending in the main dining hall. They entered it from a side door; the first thing she noticed was her husband, Arthur, standing there nude with a ball gag in his mouth, cock ring on his dick, and a thick metal collar around his neck; his arms were extended above him, and his handcuffs were attached to a chain that ran to the ceiling. His body was oiled up just like hers, but she could see the flogging and whip marks on his body, some of them already turning black and blue. The women certainly loved their floggers, she thought bitterly. They extended her arms over her head and hooked her handcuffs to another chain hanging from the ceiling.

Once secured and hanging from the chain, her heels barely touched the floor, her body was stretched to the limit, and she saw her husband barefoot in a similar predicament. The vast dining hall, which almost looked like a ballroom, had a long table down the center. Many well-dressed people Black people, both men and women, were milling about. They were socializing with each other, drinking alcohol and Hors d'oeuvres; Laura could see several nude White women serving drinks and refreshments. They didn't seem to pay the least attention to the couple at the front of the room on display.

Laura heard moaning next to her, turned, and noticed a flat-screen television mounted on the wall above her. It was a video of her getting dominated by one Black man after another. The video skipped around, but she noticed a common theme: they all were video clips of her while she was having an orgasm while she was getting fucked. Her face was one of pleasure and bliss. Looking across the room, another television was mounted on the other wall; this one displayed a video of Arthur, and the clips showed her husband's face as he was having orgasms; it also showed the source of that pleasure, Black men pounding into him from behind.

There was a ding, ding, ding sound as Morris, now was the front of the room, tapped a utensil against a wine glass. The room quieted, and they gave him his full attention.

"Welcome, friends. Once again, I welcome you to another gathering for forwarding our goals to take our rightful place as Masters of the world. Black men and women are superior to the heathens of this world. For centuries, they sought to enslave us not just because they feared us but to stifle our true potential. We are superior to them in every way, and once, as a people, we realize this, nothing can stop us."

He paused for the dramatic effect.

"Here before you is another example of how easy it is to put our inferiors in their place. This White couple was easily dominated; they were on their knees worshiping us as soon as we enlightened them to their proper place. As you can see, the evidence of this is on the monitors above. I encourage you to enjoy them both; they are available all night for your entertainment."

"Have fun." He added with a grin.

Many Black guests wandered over to where Arthur and Laura were chained up. Some took selfies of them, and others grabbed Laura's breasts or fingered her pussy. One man got behind Laura, grabbed both her breasts from behind, and smiled as someone took a photo. Laura was helpless to do anything about her treatment.

One of the women wandered over with Morris close behind. Laura recognized her. She was a city councilwoman, and Laura even voted for her in the last election, she thought bitterly.

"She's exquisite," she told Morris. "She looks like someone straight out of one of those glamour magazines."

"Yes, I am planning on breeding her. When she bears my children, they will be even more attractive when they have the right color skin." Morris said.

Laura glared at them in defiance but could say nothing with her ball gag.

"If looks could kill, Morris." the councilwoman said, "You haven't broken her yet?"

"She has spunk; I'll give her that. She is proving challenging, but they all break in the end. She is the perfect candidate for breeding. With my superior seed combined with her better qualities, my offspring will have the best qualities of both." Morris said. "Breaking white sluts is entertaining, but they are only useful for sexual amusement. Only the ideal candidates are acceptable for breeding. We need our children to be not only intelligent and attractive but independent as well. Breeding with a bunch of sluts that are easily broken will only yield sissy offspring, and we do not need that if we are to advance our goal as the master race."

They are interrupted by the sound of the ringing of a bell. "Dinner is served." Someone in the back said.

The crowd settled down to the table, the several White women served platters of food for the guests, then disappeared under the table. Laura could see one of the White women under the table on end, her head bobbing up and down rhythmically on one of the man's laps. He calmly enjoyed his dinner, chatting with other Black men and women at the table, as having his dick sucked at the dinner table was the most normal thing in the world.

After dinner, the guests got up and chatted once again; the long table was disassembled and moved out of the room by several naked White women; no one else assisted them as they struggled to clear the room. Once the long table was removed, couches and ottomans were placed into the space. The rearrangement continued; she could see padded spanking benches, sex swings, steel cages, and a St. Andrews cross populate the room. Two padded spanking benches are placed directly in front of Laura and Arthur. Once finished, the four White women stood at attention in a line.

The crowd socializing now changed to a make-out session; couples are kissed and removed clothing. One Black man grabbed one of the White women, tossed her over a nearby ottoman, and began to ravage her. Laura and Arthur were removed from their place on display, and each was secured to the spanking benches. Her ball gag was removed and replaced with an open-mouth gag. She could see they did the same to her husband.

Laura had seen spanking benches before; she and Arthur had even considered buying one. These two were different than any she had seen before. It had two handholds that were set on either side of the bench. As they were strapped her down into it, she wondered what there purpose was. She soon learned. As both she and her husband were getting fucked from behind on the spanking benches, the men held onto the handholds with their hands and used them to increase the force for each forward thrust. She could hear slapping sounds each time her rapist's dick was rammed into her pussy forcefully. Even their balls slapped painfully into her pussy with each thrust. She and her husband were getting dominated as never before.