I do.

The two guards lead me through the ship until you reach their quarters. Whatever the room's original purpose was on the ship it has been converted into a barracks type dormitory. A dozen simple beds line the walls, half of them unmade and not in use. At the far end of the room a single door marked "Head" is slightly ajar. Two other guards, a man and a woman are lounging on their bunks. Their costumes match those worn by Anna and Rapheal. One difference I do spot is that these guards like myself are wearing collars although my two escorts do not have them.

"Here we are. Home sweet home for the next three days." Anna says to me. "This is Rosa and Tomas."

I file the information away inside my head. The fact that the remaining journey will last three days tells me little, I've no idea where the ship set sail from nor how many days I was kept **** **** after it sailed. The two guards nod to me noncommittedly when they're introduced and eye me appraisingly.

"This is Jan." Anna tells them, completing the introductions. "She'll be joining our ranks on a probationary basis for now. She'll be yours for the final night of the voyage."

I make no comment at this remark although the casual way in which my use has been allotted makes me seethe with an intense, but masked anger.

"Hey, wasn't she the boss of that outfit we just took down?" Tomas says frowning.

Another snippet of information for me to mull over. My new lord obviously uses his guards to provide muscle for his operation on the mainland. This could offer a hope of escape in the future, if I can convince everyone that my loyalties are now his I could be included in future shore parties. I wonder briefly which of them killed Marco and mutilated his body, Rapheal would seem the most likely so far.

"You two relieve the guards in the **** hold." Anna orders Rosa and Tomas. "Tell them to get something to eat and to exercise. This one is mine until morning."

"You want to share with Rafe?" The dark second ranked guard asks Anna. "Rafe will share with you tomorrow too in exchange."

Anna gives her subordinate a frosty look, I'm getting the impression that there's little love lost between these two.

"No, I think not." Anna answers icily. "You just wait your turn."

Rapheal scowls, but backs off. "Please yourself. Rafe not bothered. Rafe go and have fun with this bitch's blonde friend instead."

"Rafe like fucking blondes better anyway. Rafe like making blonde bitches scream when he fuck their tight asses." He adds pointedly, looking at the nordic head guard.

I start at this exchange. Rapheal must be referring to Sarah, my former chief of acquisitions. I wonder if all my former employees are down in the **** hold of the ship or whether some escaped that fate by switching allegiances. The ease with which my organisation was broken suggests that at least one was a mole and betrayed me.

Rapheal and the two junior guards leave the dormitory and I find myself alone with Anna. I consider the option of attempting to overpower her now that she's alone. I'm still quite weakened from being kept **** and even if I was able to subdue her, that would still leave me alone on the ship with no further plan of escape. The tall scandanavian steps close once we are alone and without hesitation puts her hand beneath my little skirt and rubs her fingers against my pussylips. The grapes which the noble lady in the stateroom had stuffed into my vagina have been well and truly crushed as I was walked through the ship and when Anna removes her hand her fingers and palm are soaked in sweet juice.

"Sweet." She says, licking her fingers like a cat would it's paw. "Get on the bed and spread your legs Miss Smith, I'm going to eat a fruit cocktail out of your pussy."