Dawn

I gripped the oar with my slender fingers, pushing and pulling on the oar with the other two slaves in my row. We were all chained by our wrists and ankles. I was the only that was a catgirl, and the only one with white hair. Other than that, I looked the same as I did in my previous life. The oar was heavy and my arms strained against the resistance of the water outside the ship. I could hear behind me the rowing of the oars with the occasional crack of the whip and groan of a ****. I heard a crack and cried out in agony as a pirate responsible for making sure we kept our pace with Hook's schedule dealt a harsh blow to my back.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I screamed as I felt lines of fire erupt on my back. I pulled harder and pushed harder at the wooden oar I was chained to. I had been a **** to Captain Hook for about 13 or 14 years now. The kiss of the whip on my back was their way of telling us to work harder.

"Did you see the new slaves?"

"Yeah. Man nothing like putting fresh meat on the oars."

"Agreed and breaking them in for the first time. What about our new prisoners? I tell you one thing. I'd like to break in the brunette myself."

There were about 50-75 slaves on this ship. Some would die and Hook would have new slaves brought in. Most of us were naked but a few of the newer slaves had torn or shredded rags draped around them. I was one of the naked ones.

In front of me, a brunette **** was falling behind. The girl's skin looked unmarked and she was wearing those rags. She must be one of the new slaves. The pirate encouraged her with his whip. I glanced as the three fresh red lines now strayed across her creamy white back.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I grimaced and moaned as I felt another three lashes on my back.

After a long day, we were finally allowed to rest in our cells. My dreams were my only respite from this place.

"Felix?" I woke up, yelling.

I've had these dreams about a catboy named Felix. I felt myself shudder as my fingers pleasured my to an orgasm.

"Don’t be stupid, Dawn," I admonished myself, "Nobody's coming for us."

I had to keep it together. Breaking down won’t solve anything. All they achieve is getting you whipped. And I had experience with that every time I disobeyed my masters. I looked around the room. The brunette was naked and sleeping on her stomach, like most slaves do.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Wendy Darling, I came from London and was kidnapped by these pirates six years ago."

I heard that Hook had slaves elsewhere.

"I don't even remember my life before this ship, but I have vague memories of living with two boys. I have dreams about one of them. Except he's a cat like me."