Mina awakes to a ship of horrors

She was in one of the orderly's rooms, she saw that immediately. Everything was tilted to the side at a slight angle. She pulled the now cold damp rag off of her forehead and slowly swung her legs off the edge of the cot to find that every inch of her was sore or actively throbbing in pain. The floor was a mottled color of chipped gray paint and rust. As she went to stand, she felt as if her hips were very sore, as were the backs of her thighs. She winced when she saw a discarded tube of numbing rub was on the floor. So much was a jumble from the dream that she wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't.

The only light in the room flickered, casting odd shadows into the corners. Mina looked in the orderly's mirror and saw that her clothes were a bit disheveled and unsurprisingly stained, but she was otherwise fine except for the horrendous headache and some bumps and bruises. She took a deep breath, and looked around. Satisfied no one was watching, she slid her hand down the back of her yoga pants. Mina bit her lip, her heart racing. She traced the curve of her bottom to the split where her asshole is. She delicately pressed her index finger against it expecting to find resistance only to sob when the fingertip slid in painlessly. Mina added her middle finger to her probing with ease. She drew her hand out, and sat down.

"So it did happen... I was attacked...." she thought as she stared at her cum-soaked fingers. A flash of an image of her moaning loudly while she drove herself backwards onto an inmate's cock filled her mind. "...I...I was attacked...right?" she thought to herself. Her head throbbed as she stood and stretched. One way or the other, she didn't want to be alone in this dark, rusting room anymore.

She padded barefoot to the door and tried it. It was locked. She checked the wall clock only to find it had fallen and shattered in the storm. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and grabbed the set of spare keys hanging on the wall. Mina unlocked the door, and walked through. Something was wrong.

More precisely, everything was wrong. Was she on a different ship? Everything was dull and rusted, so it was hard to tell. Pools of oil sloshed back and forth on the corroded steel floor as the ship swayed back and forth. She rubbed her bare arms as the cold and damp of the ship crept into her. She heard the moans and yells of the insane down the corridor. A corridor she had to pass through to get to the ladder.

She realized that she was still on the same ship, but on a completely different level. This was "the Pit." She knew that her father forebade his crew from coming down here. Something to do with safety. So why was she hearing the sounds of the mad? Cautiously, Mina walked down the damp corridor to the first set of barred doors, which were open to the holding area.

The hinges creaked and groaned as she hauled them open. It was very dark down here with only 2 swinging, flickering lights playing off of the slick and rusted floor. There were 20 cells down here, and it sounded like they were all occupied.

She heard something odd. "A woman." she thought immediately. A woman struggling. Mina cautiously stayed to the center. The bars here were older and wider. An inmate could easily get his arm between them. She tried to not look or listen as they reached out, straining, to grab her as she made her way down the corridor toward the sound of the woman.

"Quiet, girl. Be careful." someone whispered from another cell. Another woman. She looked over at her. She saw a pretty, if disheveled woman with dark hair and Islander features. Perhaps a Maori. The woman, she also saw, was quite insane. Mina nodded, and slowed her approach. She clasped her hand over her mouth in horror as she looked into the cell.

Two of the gaurds were holding a woman down while I third lay between her bouncing legs. Her protests were muted by a thick hand over her mouth. Mina watched the man on top **** his cock into her violently as the gaurds mauled her naked breasts. She had dark red hair and a vacant look in her eyes as she gave in to what was happening to her. The guards saw this, and started rubbing themselves. Mina watched as one **** his cock into her mouth and held her head still as he fucked her face. The one on top groaned and she saw him pull out and cum all over the woman's tight midsection.

He stepped back, and pulled up his pants. When he turned, Mina saw her father wipe sweat from his brow and grin sadistically. "Thanks, doll." he said as the other gaurd quickly took his place between her legs. Mina shrank back, her eyes tearing up. She needed a place to hide. She moved back down the corridor and saw an open cell. When she heard the door slide open behind her, she ducked in and crouched in the corner. Her father walked by, glanced at the open cell door, and said "Oh SHIT!"

He broke out into a run for the hatch, but it was too late. Mina peeked out to see one of the inmates, a hulk of a man with wild eyes and three bar piercings through his nose, swinging a set of keys. Mina looked down, and realized that somehow she must have dropped them while she was watching the scene in the cell. One by one, the cell doors slid open, and Mina suddenly realized she wasn't alone in the shadows, after all...