Amber is woken up on the deck

Amber came around suddenly as warm, fetid water came in contact with her face. She opened her eyes to see a sailor roughly fucking a small girl with dark skin, wide hips, and a spreader clamped to each ankle. Her hands were cuffed to a ring on the ships mast, which she gripped to stabilize herself as the sailor made one final thrust into her to deliver his payload before withdrawing his rapidly softening cock. Cum mixed with her own juices dribbled out of her pussy, down her legs, and puddled below her. Already another sailor was roughly shoving his dirty cock into her as the first man tucked his equipment into his pants.

"Good, she's awake." said one of the two sailors that was holding her up. "Lets take her downstairs and get her set up for her first day on the oars." The other grunted in agreement as a third sailor put down the bucket whose former contents were now dripping down Amber's soft chest and stomach and got in line for a turn with the girl on the mast.

Amber was half-led half-dragged down two flights of stairs before the first sailor pushed open a narrow door and she saw where she was to spend the foreseeable future.

Rows and rows of naked, sweating women stretched before her on both sides. Each row working the pole of the long oars which provided the ships propulsion in the calm seas of the Caribbean. Amber looked in horror as the women, with broken haggard looks on their faces, pulled up and down in unison, barely making a sound.

"Time to get you ready my dear" said the sailor to her left as they brought her to an open space on the bench closest to the back. She could see two other women sitting and making uncomfortable faces as they rowed, the one closest to the hull moaned softly as she brought the oar down, forcing her to sit a little lower on the bench.

Looking down, Amber could see why these two shared a look of mixed torment and pleasure. Two wicked looking rods, roughly in the shape of the mail member, rose from the wood of the bench and very suspicious angles. Angles, Amber realized, that could only mean one thing.

Before she had a chance to react, she was **** by the sailors to stand with the free seat behind her. The first sailor spat roughly on his hand and used his saliva to roughly jam a finger into Amber's puckered asshole. She squeaked as she felt the first knuckle of his hand move past the sensitive ring of muscle that formed her anus.

The other sailor took the lead from the first and worked the first two knuckles of his finger into her pussy, working it until his hand was coated with her lubrication. When each man was satisfied that she was sufficiently loosened, they placed their hands on her shoulders and, pressing down, **** her to slowly sit,

When the head of the first dildo met her anus, she screamed, and tried to stand up, but the two men were too strong. Down they **** her until her body had enveloped both of the rods. After chaining her collar and hands to the oar, the second sailor roughly **** a ball gag int o her mouth, ensuring that Amy could do nothing with her mouth but drool.