Some time passes

A couple months passes, and you settle into your life in slavery. In the mornings you wake up in your cage, eager for some action. Once Master arrives, you suck his cock, then you eat your breakfast, and wait for the crewmembers to use you. First, you learned to differentiate them by name. By now you can easily tell them apart by looking at their penises.

Under the lunch table you suck cock after cock eagerly, with your pussy ever waiting for the pleasure it craves so much. Finally, it is the evening when you could truly shine, sent room to room or being participant of an orgy. These are the moments you truly cherish in your heart, and once you are put back to your cage, you wait eagerly for the next day, with endless fantasies of whatever may happen to you.

It isn’t the sort of life you imagined at the start. But it is a life you very much enjoy. Your sex crazed mind could do none but to wander whichever position comes next, or in whatever shape and manner would arrive your next punishment. One could say you ceased thinking about an escape. Yet you often find yourself struggling in your straitjacket. Just for the sake of things.

During one of the lunchbreaks, it is your ship you hear mentioned. The Emerald Grace. You stop motionless with a cock in your mouth, and you start to listen, only for a hand to guide your head back to its primary objective. After that you pretend you heard nothing. But it was the Emerald Grace, you are sure of it.

After lunch, instead of being put back in your cage, you and Elena are led to the docking ramp at the front. You find yourself with dread rather than being curious. If the Emerald Grace is now in one piece, it must have took a lot of effort to repair it. And why would one go through such an unparalleled trouble if there is nothing to gain from it?

As the docking ramp descends down, you can see a man and two additional slaves in front of you. The man is large, well-built, with defined muscles on his arms and shoulders. The slaves are a bit shorter than you are, gagged and dressed in gray armbinders. They are looking at the floor instead of you. You are not sure of the reason.

“Gaspar!” Master says, and the two men exchange a hug between the four of you.

With the two women still avoidant of your glances, you two decide to do the same, and wait for the two man to finish the famous “How are things?”. After that, the crew takes your leashes, and as Master and Gaspar leave, they start to escort you forward.

For the next few minutes, you stroll in what looks like a paved road in the middle of a farm planet. You take your courage, and look up then, only to see your most dreaded fear and perhaps most cherished desire: It is the Emerald Grace alright. Truly is! Standing right in front of you, in the middle of a farm field, in a condition so unparalleled that one could think it is a brand new vessel.

You glance at the table set between the ship’s front and the side of the paving. You take note of wine, glasses, and the two papers with small weights holding them. After that, you look down, and take a deep breath. Now you know exactly what is about to happen.

Unsurprising to you, as Master and Gaspar sits down, you are escorted under the table, while Elena and the other slaves are led away to entertain the crew. You quickly find your ballgag unlocked, and Master’s enormous cock is presented before you. You start to suck on it eagerly: Like the good **** you have become.

“So what of the captain?” Gaspar asks at one point of the conversation.

“She is under the table,” Master says.

Both of them burst out in laughter.

To your surprise you don’t feel anger. All you care about is Master’s rock hard cock in your mouth, and then Gaspar’s, once your owner shoots his load down your throat. Gaspar of course takes a lot of pride in your actions, but at your current state, there is not an act you would refuse to do in order to ease your tension. At the height of his arousal, he takes his cock out of your mouth, and shoots his load on your face. You manage to lick down some of it. The rest stays and begins to dry on your skin.

“I will think a lot of you my dear as I’m driving your ship. You can be assured of that,” Gaspar laughs, and pats you on the head.

For the remainder of the time spent with discussing the purchase, you bend your head on Master’s thigh, with his fingers caressing your face. You feel yourself lucky for having such a master. And also a crew eager to give you so much pleasure. There are all sorts of sadists out there, in constant search for new victims. And even those who think themselves modest could entail a nightmare for their newfound subjects. Thus you close your eyes, and rest, cherishing what you found here, with the end of the road being your sole cause for concern.