No

He is soon replaced by another man, who wastes no time in violating your best friend, using his buddy's cum as a lubricant. The gag is removed momentarily and, though she tries to scream, it's immediately replaced by a throbbing erection and the words, "Don't you dare think about bitin' me, missie."

Her back was on the table with her head off of it, tilted at the perfect angle to fuck it. The man thrusted violently, **** her throat with reckless abandon. She could smell nothing but the musk of his junk; his balls would frequently make a grotesque slapping noise against her cheeks and eyes. It continued like this for a half hour, each man finishing, only to be replaced by another, for, by now, the whole crew knew what was going on.

Then, the leader, the man who first claimed her virginity, came up to take his turn again, but instead spread her ass cheeks, causing Serenity to scream in protest, but, as her mouth was stuffed with fuckmeat, her futile struggles only encouraged the current and soon-to-be rapists to laugh at her response. Poising his cock at her anus, he teased it, going in a little and back out for a few seconds, before ramming the full length of in into her virgin anus, slamming the table with such a **** and making her bite down on the cock in her mouth, only to have her nipple twisted to what felt like the tearing point.

After a few minutes, her anal **** came once again into her recently virgin body, pulling out his dripping cock and replacing the man who had just jizzed on her face and sticking his already hardening cock into her mouth pausing so that she tasted her own ass and pussy. The taste of cum was nothing new, as the men had sometimes only came into her mouth and made her swallow, but usually just let it go in the throat or onto her usually silky russet hair or face or breasts. Once he finished, he held her head up and mouth open while he drizzled his semen over her face and hair.

This continues until sunrise, when all the crew return to their sailing or sleeping. And you only get out by smashing through the window and climbing around to the top of the ship. You rush to see Serenity and find her still form caked in cum drying in her hair, on her face and body and dripping from all three visibly strained holes. You remove her bonds and lay her down, not wanting to wake her.

You quickly get your room open and retreive your sword. Seeing shore nearby, you kill all of the crew, leaving the bastard in charge, whose voice you recognized, for last and steer the ship to run aground on the beach. Perhaps, you think to yourself, we can find one of the famed merfolk healers, whose sole specialty is the mind.

You return to your friend who has woken up and is fetal, shuddering and shivering at what happened to her last night.