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The sailors' coarse laughter grew closer, their calloused hands already on my bruised arms. One of them spun me around like a piece of merchandise, his foul breath crushing my face against the deck, still warm with dried blood.

"Look at me, you little whore," a raspy voice growled as thick fingers curled into my salt-matted hair, thrusting into me as I heard Tessa's screams and Lyta being branded in turn.

The sailor's fingers dug into my bruised hips, his filthy nails digging into the still-smoking marks of the iron. Another cry escaped me as he roughly spread me wide, the wrenching pain of raw flesh mingling with the humiliating intrusion.

"Do you hear that, guys?" he sneered, rolling his back roughly, each movement making the planks creak beneath my crushed belly. "She's crying like a gutted seagull!"

Tears burned my eyelids as the sailor crushed my stomach against the deck, his greasy fingers digging into my ribs. A hoarse gasp burst from my throat as he pushed deeper, each thrust reviving the reddening mark on my thigh as if the iron still danced there. Through the veil of my pain, I heard Lyta sobbing somewhere to my right, her ragged breathing punctuated by the grunts of another man.

Their laughter stunned me, crushing my consciousness like a wave against the rocks. A second man knelt before me, his calloused hands spreading my trembling thighs where the iron had left its fiery mark. The burn exploded as his fingers dug in, tearing at the barely formed scab.

"Hold it tight," he growled, spitting into his palm before rubbing himself roughly before pushing his hand into my anus, while the other still worked me, others waiting to take over.

My stomach heaved in a painful convulsion as he pushed his fingers deeper, tearing at my already tortured flesh. A vile gurgle escaped my throat as his knuckles flayed my words to shreds. The other sailor grunted as he quickened his thrusts, each thrust slamming my pockmarked hips against the sweat-slicked planks.

The rough fingers pushed deeper into my anus, drawing a hoarse moan as my insides writhed under the brutal invasion. The sailor sneered as he wrung his hand, his knuckles scraping my sensitive flesh like wet paper.

"It's crying, it's crying, you should have thought of that before..." he murmured, bringing his rotten mouth close to my ear, his putrid breath mingled with the stench of rum. His laughter broke into a grunt as he roughly pushed his fingers deeper, tearing something tender and internal. My body stiffened in a silent convulsion, the muscles of my stomach contracting as if to expel the intrusion, but his fingers remained anchored, twisted into a hook.

It's okay, guys, she's ready to welcome you guys now," he said as he withdrew his hand and the other came inside my vagina.

Another miser positioned himself beneath me, forcing me to impale myself on his cock while another on top sodomized me with one thrust. A hoarse cry choked in my throat, my spine arching under the double invasion. Their bodies crushed me, their mingled sweat streaming down my iron-stained skin. I heard my friends screaming and begging in vain; they were, like me, nothing more than toys in their hands, and yet a part of me enjoyed this filthy treatment that satisfied our most forbidden urges.

Their hands pinned me to the sticky planks while their cocks plowed me rhythmically, each thrust shaking my frame like a rag doll's. A viscous gurgle escaped from my distended stomach, a mixture of semen and blood spilling onto my lacerated thighs.

The man behind me grunted as he grabbed my hips, his nails digging into the still-fresh whip marks. A hot jet flooded my insides as he emptied himself inside me with an animalistic moan, his jaw clenched against my shoulder. The other sailor was already panting, his fingers gripping my bruised breasts to impale me deeper on his vein-swollen member.

His sticky fingers moved up my protruding ribs to sink into my mouth, muffling my gasps as his member still pulsed deep within my plowed bowels. Pain and pleasure mingled in a nauseating wave, my stomach throbbing like a raw wound.

A third man knelt in front of my face, his swollen penis rubbing against my lips before pushing them apart with a brutal thrust.

I lost count of the number of times I'd been **** and sodomized; I was on the verge of unconsciousness when the captain's voice spoke up.

• That's it, they've had their fill, throw them in the hold. They'll only come out at the port to be sold, but you can visit them if you like.