As all slaves are…

The Whipmaster’s thick cock parted the heated labia of the thin chained Latina. She exhaled deeply as the member spread her wide with each penetrating inch. His hand **** her face down roughly onto the ships deck. Her eyes looked at the other three slavegirls bound and gagged.

Their eyes said it all; pity, envy, anger, hate and lust. Araceli didn’t know that all three had been kidnapped and captured from local resorts. While she offered herself to this fate the three of them hated her for freedom she simply squandered to feel the strong man’s meat.

His balls slammed roughly into her mound and Araceli swore she’d never felt someone bigger. It nearly gutted her feeling him slip back and then slam thighs into her upturned ass. Fingers gripped hair and ass cheek as she was made his cocksleeve.

“Hot damn… you’re a fine piece of ass… you’re going to spend the next week… rowing yourself to the main **** port… where you’ll be auctioned off to the highest bidder… unless you’re so popular aboard ship we decided to keep you…” Each sentence was punctuated by a deep rough thrust. He was fucking her now and she was lost in the pleasure of what he was saying and how her future seemed lost.

“Ahhh… ahhhh…” She moaned the climax of an orgasm shaking through her core.

He could feel her tight wet pussy gripping and spasming around him. Laughing he pushed her further into subspace. “Slut… cumming on my cock like a whore… the first of many Slavegasms…” he labeled her orgasm, taking the freedom she once had away with the simple combination of the words.

“Keep cumming on your new Master’s cock while he breeds you…”

Her eyes shot wide, he was unprotected and surely dripping his precum inside her. With no steady partner she’d been off birth control for months, her enslavement fantasy was hit with a pure dose of reality as his heavy balls slapped against her.

“Please don’t… I’m not on the pill…” she moaned deeply as her body betrayed her and clenched around him again, so close to another orgasm.

“That’s not your concern anymore galley meat… even if you were the pill would wear off long before you ever taste freedom…” he pushed deep and held inside her.

She remembered seeing the cum drying on the three other girls thighs and realized this had to be the **** initiation into the galleys ranks. In moments she would be just like them.

She had her second slavegasm as the cruel Whipmaster shot his hot virile load deep inside her womb. After he pulled out he pulled her ankles back and wrists toward them, hogtying her in the chains to match the three other prisoners.

Writhing nude on the deck she soon felt the same wooden bit gag placed in her mouth and she was added to the galley **** ranks.