She was terrified. Being the only woman with more than 40 men couldn't be good. She had been grabbed on the dock during the night. She knew she couldn't have been there but she needed to get pictures. No one believed her about the illegal shipments they were making.
The Captain had her in the office and told her she had to service his men. Of course she refused. He had 2 of his men strip her and hold her still. Then he repeated his demands as he pushed his fingers into her pussy. She squirmed, cried and pleaded with him to let her go. He asked her if she was going to do as she was told. She couldn't look at him as she shook her head no.
He smiled cruelly and went to his closet. He held some kind of long metal object in his hand. As he plugged it in, she recognized it has a curling iron, the kind that heats up. He shoved it inside her, moving it slowly in and out. It was getting hotter. She started to cry harder and he laughed.
"Please don't make me do this." The rod was getting hot. "Please... stop."
"Are you going to be our whore?
She sobbed. She wanted to say no. The wand was beginning to burn. "Please take it out."
"When I take this out, I 'm putting my dick in. And you're going to tell me you like it. Beg me to fuck you."
It was beginning to burn. She couldn't stand it anymore. "Okay... yes."
"Yes what?"
"Please... fuck me."
He laughed cruelly. Then he shoved the iron in harder. She cried harder.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"Who do you want to fuck you?