You spit on his face

You see the captain’s cock extended in front of you. But instead of taking it in, you gather some saliva in your mouth, and you spit the man on the face. You expect a slap in return, but instead he calmly wipes off your saliva, and takes a whip from the container he was previously leaning against.

You gulp from the fear. But you know you were playing with fire.

He raises your ballgag to your mouth while also holding the whip to your side. You glance down, and decide to take it in. And he locks the ballgag with well-practiced moves.

Then you brace yourself.

WHACK!!!

“MMMMMMMMM!!!” you yell into your gag, with every muscle in your body twisting from the pain.

“I told you: slaves don’t talk,” the captain says.

WHACK!!!

“MMMMMMMMM!!!” you yell into your gag, only to receive another hit.

WHACK!!!

“MMMMMMMMM!!!” you yell into your gag.

“Slaves don’t talk,” he repeats.

WHACK!!!

After a couple more whacks, you begin to understand that this will continue as long as you make a noise, so you twitch and lean and grit, as the continous whacks keep hitting your soft skin, but you don’t dare to let a thing out of your anger.

Finally, after what it seems like an eternity, he puts the whip back to the container, and looks at you forgiving for once.

“We will hold you two a welcome party in the evening, you better get yourself sorted by then. Three more days, and we will be back in Heaven. We will get you two contracted, and issue you a permanent **** outfit. If you comply, I will choose you something you are accustomed to. Otherwise you are getting the most restrictive thing I can find.”

With that, he leaves the cargohold.