I accept.

"I do my lord." I answered firmly and without hesitation.

"Excellent." The "Lord" said. "You will of course be closely watched for the rest of the voyage and will not be armed until you have earned my trust. However an intelligent slut such as yourself will soon realise that your only route to a privileged position is through my patronage."

I nodded in agreement, keeping any thoughts of escape once we had reached our destination to myself. I knew well enough from training and breaking slaves that pointless defiance was best avoided. Those girls that had come closest to escaping my own clutches were those that acted suddenly without warning and had appeared at least partly broken in.

"Can I still play with her?" The woman asked in a petulent upper class British accent. "She has a sweet tasting pussy."

The woman had bored a minute or so ago of feeding the grapes into my pussy one at a time. Now she seemed determined to discover how man of the small fruit she could cram into my cunt at one time. I could feel the juice from the grapes being squeezed out through my pussylips, making them sting before dribbling down my spread thighs.

"Of course you can my dear." Her husband answered indulgently. "She is after all still our ****, though a valuable and talented one."

The woman gave a girlish giggle of delight and clapped her hands. She undid the clasps on the shoulder straps of her roman style dress and allowed the top half to fall. Her breasts were tiny B cups with puffy areolae and rigid little upturned nipples. She cupped her small soft mounds.

"Kiss them." She ordered imperiously.

I obeyed. First I kissed the fish belly white flesh of her tits and then as she squealed with delight I suckled each of her hardened nipples. She stroked my long black hair as I teased her nipples with my tongue and lips. Her flesh seemed tasteless and cold, as insipid as I imagined the woman herself to be.

"Good ****." The woman praised. "That will be all for now. You must thank me for allowing a peasent such as yourself to touch me."

"Yes my Lady. Thank you for honouring me." I answered dutifully.

The man leaned across and kissed his wife. After a few seconds he turned his head.

"You may go now Miss Smith." He informed me. "Anna and Rapheal will escort you to the guards quarters. For the duration of this voyage you should consider yourself confined to quarters except when one of the guards tells you otherwise."

"Yes my Lord." I acknowledged subserviently.

I stood up. My pussy was crammed with grapes still, but I made no move to remove them without instructions to do so. The two guards whose names I had just learnt ushered me out of the room and led me back through the ship. With each step I could feel the grapes inside me being crushed by the vaginal muscles and juice ran freely down my legs to wet the tops of my stockings.

"Welcome to the team." The tall blonde Anna said once we were clear of the nobles stateroom. "There are only a handful of the guards onboard, so there's plenty of bunks."

"Not that you're likely to spend any nights in your own bunk." Rapheal said with an unidentifiable accent. "As second ranking guard Rafe get my turn after Anna."

For emphasis he leaned close behind me and his meaty palm slapped against my asscheek. He squeezed hard, his hard fingers digging painfully into my rump.

"Careful Rafe." The blonde Norse woman cautioned. "That ass is mine until tomorrow. You wait your turn."

"Ha, I joke." The swarthy male guard laughed. "Rafe is patient guy OK."