Her dark desire pushes her up the plank.

Araceli couldn’t stop her feet ascend the steps of the gangplank. Her heart raced as she neared the top in anticipation of what she would see on the deck.

Crew members seemed to be moving carrying cargo and crates from one end to the other. The oars of the ship were located in a lower deck and none of the current galley slaves visible, obviously kept beneath.

Araceli could see what looked like a group of passengers to her left chatting and laughing next to their luggage. On her right was a different group of passengers.

Two nude women were bound in a hogtie and struggled against the ropes. Their bodies were dirty and bruised from what was obviously rough treatment. Beside them another naked woman was kneeling, her hands and feet were shackled together behind her forcing her to kneel with her body exposed. Nipple rings hung from her heaving chest as all three of them were gagged with a short wooden rod that held a metal ring at the front and rope that tied it tightly in place behind their heads.

“Here for passage?” A crew member approached. He was a few inches taller than Araceli, Caucasian with light brown hair and blue eyes. “I’m the ship’s whipmaster, Trent Stone.” He said offering a hand.

A dazed Araceli shook it still a little unsure of this decision. “I’m here for passage…” she said in a meek submissive voice.

“Wonderful. It’s $500 to be a passenger,” He motioned to the group to her left. “and…” he paused looking Araceli up and down a moment. “free should you choose to row your way to the island.” His hand motioned to the naked slaves bound tightly on her right.

She looked a long time at the women bound to her right. She could swear the two hogtied had cum dried on their thighs. The dark part of her craved joining them.