A game to remember - and it's time to explain the rules.

Finally, when all the girls were back inside, either tied to the ceiling in the middle of the room, as was the case with the twins, or huddled together, naked and wet, shivering against each other for comfort on the arcing sofa, as was the case with the nubile party-guests, one of the rapists stepped forward.

This was the first time Hannah really took a close look at him, as before, the rapists pouncing on her friends had mostly been an anonymous mass to her. She had realized early on that the rapists weren't wearing masks, and a knot of dread had formed in her stomach as she had realized the implications of that, and maybe it had been for that reason that she had never looked closer. Maybe, in her mind, she had tried to think that if she didn't look at them, she wouldn't recognize them, wouldn't remember them, and thus, maybe, she and her sister and her friends would be let go after this was over, but now, with panic rising up in her again in her stretched out and trussed up position, she finally took a glance.

The man was tall and athletically built, with a well-toned chest and stomach and strong shoulders. His lower body was clad in the whtie trousers of a captain's uniform, but Hannah could definitely make out the bulge of what seemed to be a rather large semi stretching against the crotch and left leg of his trousers. She quickly averted her gaze from his crotch and looked at his face. With his short, dark brown hair and the stubble on his strong jaw and chin, he looked like the archetype of tall, dark and handsome. Hannah might even have found him attactive under normal circumstances, but right now, with his icy blue eyes looking at her with a predatory superiority, like a tiger playing with his prey, all she felt was dread.

"I'm afraid I didn't really take the time to welcome you properly when you came aboard the 'Maiden Voyage'." His words called Hannah back to the present, and were answered with some sobbing and mewling from the gagged girls. "Well, that mistake has been corrected", he nodded to the men in the room who had just spent several hours raping the poor unfortunate girls. "and I know that you must be tired after partying so hard, and surely you're looking forward to hitting your bunks right about now to have a good cry and a good-night's rest," he continued, matter-of-factly, as if this was a perfectly normal situation. "However, unfortunately, we're past the point were anybody cares for what you want." His comment and the merciless smirk which accompanied it was greeted with more mewling from the bound and gagged bitches around him, including Hannah and Sarah.

"I'm afraid, these last few hours have only been a warm-up for your tasty young bodies. You came here to party, and party you will. The last few hours have all been recorded on video from several angles, and we'll make sure that when you leave this vessel - IF you leave this vessel - you'll take a copy of some of the best footage with you as a reminder. In any case, you'll be pleased to know that the video which we have broadcast of you so far has received top ratings among a certain crowd." Hannah's eyes widened and a muted sob escaped past her panty-and-tape-gagged mouth at the revelation that this ordeal had been recorded and even broadcast instantaneously. "We've had some great audience participation as well", he continued. "as the audience got to pay for special requests. For example you, pissface", he pointed at Rachel, who had been forced to suck pretty much every single cock now in the room, but instead of cumming in her face, the rapists had forced her to swallow their pee. "got to swallow all our piss instead of our cum courtesy of some anonymous sponsor from the Western United States because you reminded him of a former girlfriend of his and he paid well to have you punished as a proxy." Rachel still looked extremely pale, as if she was still about to puke hours after her horrifying ordeal. Maybe it was merely the gag and the prospect of either having to swallow it back down or of choking on her own puke which made her have enough self-control to keep the contents of her stomach down. At any rate, she had already vented her bladder when she had gotten cleaned, much to her embarrassment.

"However, we expect an even bigger crowd to turn in for what will happen next. You see, my companions and I", he motioned at the men around him, "aren't merely rapists or pirates. We're slavers, specialising in the acquisition of young, sexy party-girls like you to be trained and reshaped as fuckpets and sex-slaves." "Nnnnghhh!" This revealtion brought the loudest squealing yet from the man's trussed-up audience. "And I'm sure by now you've guessed that all of you tasty morsels are looking at an immediate future as sex-slaves. All, that is, except one!" He paused for dramatic tension, then smirked as he continued.

"This is a birthday party, and a birthday party needs some games! We're going to have a competition, with a lot of losers and just one winner. The losers will be trained and sold into slavery and will spend the rest of their lives at the mercy of some sadistic master or another. The winner will be set free and allowed to go home to their families to cry about what she has experienced here. Plus or minus a mental scar or two from this entire ordeal." He smirked and looked around at his literally captive audience, most of whom were openly crying at this point. Music to his ears.

"You'll compete one against one in a number of games which will be a playful preparation for your future lives. The winner moves on to the next round, and the loser..." At this point, he made a dramatic gesture and pointed towards the massive mirror taking up most of the prow-ward wall of the lounge. At his signal, what turned out to be a two-way-mirror became darker and see-through as the room behind it was lit up and revealed. Through the glass, the girls could see a fully equipped torture dungeon, with a large bed in the middle and a lot of bondage furniture around it. Even the mostly innocent minds of the bound girls were able to fathom a rough idea of what would happen there, especially after the experiences of the last few hours. The only two girls who were unaware of the sight were Hannah and Sarah, as they had been tied with their backs toward that wall, and before they had a chance to turn around on their tip-toes, the mirror had become opaque again. "Well, the loser will be moved to the losers' lounge where we will start your proper induction into sexual slavery. We'll continue until only one girl is left standing." The girls looked at each other with tears on their cheeks and panic in their eyes. Some were trying to comfort each other, while others were already beginning to process the implications before their "host" made it crystal clear. "So I recommend you quickly forget any bonds of friendship, compassion or even sisterly love," he said with a grin towards the twins "because only one of you will get out of here. And believe me... whoever you are, you want that person to be you."