Hold On You People Are Real Ch 02

PART II

Chapter 1

By the time I started to come to I was out of the boat and in a van or SUV of some kind. My head was pounding like it never had before. I was laying in the third row seat, thankfully alone. It was a struggle just to turn my head to see out the window. Still night. Or maybe night again. More talking in that language I don't recognize. I try to sit up but just collapse back onto the seat.

My head was slowly starting to clear but my arms and legs weren't responding. But I wasn't tied up. It didn't seem like I was injured, just drugged. Then a sharp prick in my hip and back into the fluffy clouds of oblivion.

The next time I came to I was in a box of some kind apparently on another boat. My arms and legs were more responsive but still sluggish. I hear a few snippets of Spanish but not enough to understand. Still had my pajamas on, that was good.

AWW FUCK!! I lost another bra! Charles is gonna fucking kill me! Then I laugh painfully as I realize that I'll never see Charles again. And who knows if I'll ever be allowed to wear a bra again. I am so completely fucked.

After what seemed several hours the box opens and I'm helped out onto the deck, nervously aware of just how little I'm wearing.

I flinch from the sun's glare but as I adjust I see that it's not a yacht, maybe more like a commercial fishing vessel. Still can't stand on my own so a crewman helps me into the galley where Rebekah and Faith are seated at the table having lunch. How nice for them.

The crewman seems unsure where to put me and eventually just sets me on the floor leaning against the sofa in the corner.

"What's your name, girl?" Rebekah asks in a taunting voice. Faith catches my eye and shakes her head.

"julie, Mistress Rebekah", I whisper.

"Good girl. Faith, water her and see if she can get a few bites of food down. I am going down to check on the rest of the cargo."

Faith walks over with a plate and a water bottle and sits on the couch beside where I sit on the floor. She gently lifts my head to drink. "Not too fast, you'll cramp." "Yes, Mistress Faith. Thank you."

She selects a sliver of what looks like tuna. I have been trained in the proper way for a slave to accept hand feeding but I was too lacking in motor control to perform with much grace. Still, I manage to lean forward slightly and delicately take the morsel in my teeth. That earns me a facial caress. "You really are a delicious little animal, julie. One day I'd like to meet that Marisol slut who trained you."

Another bite or two and a few more sips of water and I work up the courage to softly ask, "Why Mistress? Weren't we friends?"

"This is what you are, julie. There was never any escape from your nature. Now let's get you secured down below."

She helps me up, then helps me hobble down the steep steps into the bowels of the vessel. Five mats were spread out on the floor of the big cargo room. A girl chained by the ankle sleeping soundly on each.

Rebekah stops us, "No, she can stay in that upper storage room. Actually, I'll take her myself. See to these."

Back up the steps, around the galley partition there was a small room filled with what appeared to be rolled up tarps. Rebekah laid me across them, then took a long, heavy set of shackles from the shelf and secured my wrists to a ring on the wall, stretching me uncomfortably. She slowly loosed the ties on my shirt and laid it open, exposing my breasts. Licking her fingertips she began to lightly swirl my right nipple.

"It seems that your skittishness disrupted the schedule of several shipments. And gained the attention of upper management. You never want that attention." Her teasing is having an effect, my thighs begin to rub together of their own volition. "You're already several years older than most of the girls you'll be sold alongside so you'll need to throw yourself wholeheartedly into your training and present flawlessly on the block if you want to sell to a private owner rather than the brothels. But you are pretty", her fingernails trailing down my belly provoked a full body shiver, "and so very responsive". She hooked her fingers in my pajama pants and slowly pulled them down and I hated myself for how my hips rose instinctively to accommodate her stripping me. She leans in and kisses my mouth and I try and fail to keep still.

"Only two of the girls below are virgins but they're all quite young and fresh. None are the well-broken slut that you are. So you get to entertain the crew. Won't that be fun?" And she brutally twists both nipples.

My legs spread lewdly wide and my hips lift off the stack of tarps in a series of involuntary spasms. I let loose a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper that transitions into a scream. "EEORWGGHH!!" Did I really just cum from the threat of a gangrape? I am such a fucking slut.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that, my pretty little kitten. I believe that little display just earned you a rare reprieve. I think I'll have you brought to my cabin tonight. The crew will just have to wait."

Rebekah kisses me again, long and lingering this time, gives each of my nipples another painful twist, then turns and leaves the room. I hear the lock turn and the tears break loose as my treacherous body continues to writhe.

Chapter 2

As uncomfortable as I was with my wrists shackled, stretched out over the lumpy stacked tarps and somewhat queasy from the motion of the ship I still drift off into a deep sleep. When I'm awakened by the sound of the key turning in the lock there's a string of drool trailing from my mouth. I turn my head to wipe it on my shoulder and shift my upper body slightly to the right, left leg drawn up, right leg extended and toes pointed. If my super-slut powers were all I had I was going to work them hard.

Faith enters the room carrying a tray with a bowl, a beer, and two bottles of water. She unlocks my right wrist and helps me up on my knees in the presentation pose. I cooperate as she slips my top off, tossing it onto a box near the makeshift bed, leaving me in just my dark green panties. She doesn't speak as I lean in to greedily gulp down the first water bottle. I drain it in two goes. Faith moves to the bowl. She doesn't bother with a spoon, just uses her fingers. There are few things as simultaneously sexy and demeaning as being fed from another person's hand. This time I'm able to do justice to my training. Knees wide, boobs thrust out, eyes down save for a flicker of eye contact as I lean in to daintily take the morsel with my teeth. Ravioli from a can has never been this good. A couple of times she holds the bite in her teeth so I have to rise up and take it mouth to mouth. She feeds me about half the bowl before setting it aside.

She gives me a few sips from the second water bottle and then stretches out beside me, still kneeling, on the tarps. She lights a joint and takes a deep pull. "This shit isn't as good as what we smoke in Texas. Well, in your case what you used to smoke in Texas. But it will get you high."

I whisper, "Thank you, Mistress Faith", as she passes me the joint.

"I thought you could use the distraction." Her fingers are idly stroking my ribcage and lower back as I kneel at her side. "Slave girls rarely catch the attention of Mistress Rebekah, much less seduce her. I'm impressed, julie."

I offer the joint back but she tells me to hit it a few times. "She said you climaxed from nipple play. Wrists shackled and all."

"I got dem skills", I joke as the familiar fog spreads through my head.

"Slut."

I make a half giggle half sob sound. "Yes, Mistress." Those fingernails tracing gentle patterns on my skin are starting to have an effect.

"Any chance you could buy me and keep me as your slave?"

"Oh, I don't have nearly enough money for that. You'll likely sell for well over a 100k. But if you end up in a brothel I might try to come and ride you now and then, depending on where it is. Even that would be expensive but I'm curious how much of katy will be left in a year or two."

"I'm julie now, Mistress.", I whisper in a tiny scared voice.

She sits up, pulls me to her and kisses me deeply. I melt into her arms. Even after her betrayal she's still the closest thing to a friend that I have.

She reaches over and opens the beer. She takes a deep pull, swallows, then takes another. But this time she kisses me again, letting the beer pass into my mouth. That's new.

"Do you have any cigarettes, Mistress Faith?"

"I doubt you'll be allowed to smoke cigarettes, julie."

"I'll do stuff."

SMACK. The slap was unexpected and vicious, almost knocking me off the "bed".

She grabs me by the hair and drags me to her, face to face. "THE PUSSY DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU. IT IS NOT YOURS TO OFFER, OR TO SELL, OR TO TRY TO FUCKING NEGOTIATE."

She pulls me sobbing into her arms and strokes my hair. She speaks softly into my ear, "After a punishment you will clearly state what you learned from it and how you're going to improve your behavior."

Still crying I choke out, "I learned that the pussy and the rest of my body are not mine and I will never try to use them to negotiate." She pulls me into a tighter embrace and allows me to sob into her shoulder for several minutes.

We finish the beer in the same mouth to mouth way and she stands. "I have to take you up top for a bath. You're more than a little stinky, julie."

"Yes, Mistress Faith".

"The panties stay here, julie."

I slip them off and follow her to the door, head bowed meekly and wearing nothing but the heavy shackles still dangling from my left wrist.