Shanghaied in America Ch. 01
"I'm sorry Clair, I needed big money in a hurry, or my booky was going to break my arm, or worse he might have hurt one of my girls," wailed Tim my good for nothing pimp. "You should be pleased that I got 10k for you, so I'm sure that they will treat you well," the moron continued, "...so, good luck."
The door closed behind one chapter of my life, and now...I don't know.
My arms were tied behind my back, and a ball gag was forced into my mouth by the two burly men that guarded me. A huge sack was pushed over my head and then down over my entire body. Hands lifted me to someone's shoulder, and off we went.
I was too panicked to try and figure out where they were taking me, but soon I would realize that the sack was just to disguise their cargo, not to hide our destination from me.
I was dumped, unceremoniously into a truck of some sorts. Movement beside me caused me to try and kick, but it brought similar blows from that quarter.
Then someone growled, "Girls, don't kick each other or we will tie your legs to your wrists, and it won't be pleasant."
So I was not the only girl that had been sold to these cretins!
When we stopped and the sliding door was pulled open, I could smell the sea, and hear the seagulls crying out their hunger.
I was again lifted to a shoulder and the metallic clang of footsteps on metal stairs suggested that we were being taken onto a ship. I could tell that we were ascending by the upswing into my abdomen with every step.
I was tossed onto something soft like a mattress, and I felt and heard the muffled complaints of another girl being dropped next to me. The sack was weaseled off of me by three crewmen, who's faces looked like it was Christmas morning, and they were the luckiest kids in the world.
Looking to my left and right, I saw a second mattress and two girls in the same position as myself and my bunk-mate. Surrounding us was a crowd of men in various attire. Some wore Officer uniforms of black pants, white shirt, black tie, and some obscure patches on their shoulders. Others wore overalls and jeans and aprons.
All of the men were licking their lips and eyeing their captives with an unmistakable lust.
A short Asian woman stood with hands on hips, while a fat old man in a Captain's hat stood by her side.
"Secure them for examination Mr. Jones," said the Captain to the crew in general.
One of the officers jumped into gear, motioning for men to grab us.
I did not struggle. I'm a hooker, so I've been taken before, and the best you can do is wait for an opportunity, then give it your all, but for now, a fall to the floor was all I could gain, so I stayed inert.
Two other girls managed to get themselves dropped for their efforts, thus proving my silent point.
We were positioned, face up, on short padded tables, with a 2 foot extension that pulled out in the front, and a head rest on the other end. Our restraints were removed, except for the gags, and we were strapped to the table with buckles around the wrists, waist, thighs and ankles.
Thick shears were produced and our clothes were cut from our bodies. The anxious crew were getting in some gropes and squeezes as breasts and pussies were exposed.
When it was my turn, I lay there silently, while my handlers revealed my pert young breasts, and well used vagina.
Then the front extensions were un-clipped in the center, and our legs were spread wide without warning.
The short Asian woman approached me and putting a hand to my brow she caressed my face. "Just relax dear, this won't hurt," she promised.
Moving to the other end she moved in close for an inspection. The Captain came up behind her, with a swivel chair and assisted his companion onto it. Then he pushed her into position.
"This looks promising," she muttered, as she pulled on some medical gloves.
Another younger crewman stepped up alongside me, and opened a black case, presenting it's contents to the examiner. She pulled out a spreader, used one hand to open my sex and pushed the business end inside of my vagina. Then she spread me wide for a deep, penetrating probe. A swab was offered, and she pushed it deep into my pussy. This swab was pushed into a plastic tube, sealed and handed back to her assistant. The process was repeated once more from a different depth, then the spreader was removed.
The assistant replaced it with a smaller one. This time it was my anus that got stretched, and another sample was taken.
Upon completion, my legs were again reunited as the leg extensions were returned to the center and clipped back together.
The little woman was then wheeled over to another girl, and the process was repeated.
"Go ahead gentlemen," she said.
Two men approached me. One held my head while the other disengaged something below my neck, and my head was lowered. Then the ball gag was removed, and I saw the ring gag as they pushed it into my mouth and strapped it in place.
I have been paid for plenty of blowjobs before, so I knew what was coming, (or cumming, I thought with macabre humor).
Of course it would be the Captain.
He pulled his zipper down and pulled his prick out, already at full alert, it was no more than 6 inches long, and not nearly as fat as his belly would suggest.