Princess Ayumi and the Pirates

Princess Ayumi and the Pirates

By Shabbadew2002

Contact me @ shabbadew@ca.rr.com

Chapter 1

The Voyage

The storm had been fierce and had blown the ship off course. The only girl on board woke and found that the ship was no longer tossing and pitching in the waves. The worst was over andshe might finally go up on deck.  Her cramped quartersreeked and needed airing because she and her maidservanthad been seasick. Stressed, she yelled at the older woman to clean the cabin.

“You are a lazy, old hen,” she said toJunko,her maid, who kept her eyes down and bowed as her mistress chastened her.  The older woman’s lidded eyes concealed her dislike and she was glad when her mistress left.It wasn’t easy serving the daughter of the Emperor of Japan. The girl’s name was Ayumi and she was a Princess.   Asshe reached the deck, she looked around.  The sky had cleared somewhat and the sea was calm but their was fog to the south. Ayumi was appalled to see so few men at arms posted. ‘Where was her military escort, she wondered’? 

“General,” she frowned, casting her eyes in the direction of a heavily armed older man standing on the main deck. “General Yamazaki, where are your samurai?”

“Denka (Your Royal Highness), many of my men are sick from the rough seas because of the storm.”

“That is no excuse.  I am to be protected night and day until you deliver me to Count Yoshida in Okinawa.”

“Denka, we are on guard constantly, be assured,” General Yamazaki said bowing.

Ayumi looked out over the horizon. “How far are we off course?”

“We have lost a day, but we are headed now in the right direction, Denka.”

“Are there pirates in these waters,” she asked?

“Yes.  There are always pirates on the high seas. We are well-armed, however, Denka, and there is no cause for alarm.”

“But, what if we were boarded,” she asked?

“Denka, in the event that such an unlikely thing should occur, we would be prevail, of course.  But,I have seen to it that the ship’s carpenter has constructed a hiding place for you and your servant in the hold.”

“A hiding place? Why would I need a place to hide?”

“Well, Denka, it is wise to be prepared for any situation.  If we should ever be ambushed and overcome, you must be prepared too.”

“I must be prepared for what,”  Ayumi said, her eyes flashing.

“What I am suggesting is wisdom, Denka.  I think it would also be wise ifyou kept this blade,” he said holding our a small tanto knife.

“General, do you expect my maidservant,Junko, to defend me with a small knife?”

“No, Denka.  It is for you.  It would allow you to kill yourself honourably rather than be captured and violated. Pirates have no respect for women and especially thoseof noble blood. If you were captured, you would be given to the crew, passed around and used brutally. If you survived, you would be sold in the slave market in China or Formosa and end up a whore in a brothel.” 

Ayumi’s hand went to her mouth in shock. She shuddered at the thought and disturbed, she waved the General off with a small fan she was holding in her delicate hand. She, however took the knife and clutched at the eri (collar) of her silk kimono ruminating on her miserable fate. She, the daughter of the Emperor, had beendiscovered by her father to be, secretly, a Christian.  This made her a religious outcast.

The Emperor was devastated and humiliated by this discovery, but at the same time he was unwilling to subject her to the sanctions that Christians in those times faced, so he decided to send his beloved daughter to Okinawa.  He had arrangeda marriage to the son of Count Yoshida, widely considered by most to be a moron.To end up the wife of an idiot was not a fate that appealed to the head-strong young girl. This all happened in the year 1633. 

PrincessAyumi, in that year, was 23. A slim, beautiful girl, she was an aristocrat in every sense of the word. It was her imperious manner and attitude of entitlement that had made marriage for the Princess such a problem.No man was good enough for her, she felt.  She had been used to getting her own way and was callous and often severe with her servants, especially Junko, aged 40. The older woman was very submissive in the presence of the high-handed princess, but secretly wished she would receive some comeuppance.

As Ayumi made her way back to their cabin, she was mulling over, in her mind, what General Yamazaki had said about being “passed around and used brutally”. It made the beautiful young woman nervous.  She sat down and ordered Junko to brush her hair.  As Junko combed and brushed Ayumi’s silky black locks, she saw that her mistress was distracted.

“Denka, what troubles you?”

“General Yamazaki is a dumb fool.  My father was foolish to trust him to deliver me to the spawn of Yoshida in Okinawa. Do you know what he told me?”

Ayumi shared what Yamazaki told her about capture by pirates.

“And then he gave me this,” she said  contemptuously, displaying the knife.

Junko listened patiently.  She had heard the young girl go off on rants before. 

“So, he said that if pirates capture us, what did he say we can expect,”  Junko asked slyly?

“Oh, I do not know.  The man is incompetent.  I do not know why my father put him in charge of ferrying me to Okinawa.”

“I know what we can expect,”Junko said with the smallest smile playing on her plain features.

And then she made a tunnel with the thumb and fingers of her left hand and moved her right forefinger back and forth inside the tunnel.

“That is vile, Junko,” Ayumi said as her maid continued the obscene gesture.

“If you are going to be disgusting, then I will be very angry with you.   Do you understand?”

“Yes, Denka. Forgive me,” she said.  But secretly, she was pleased that she had been able to rile the haughty princess.  She took the chance to rub more salt into the wound.

“It is not painful except the first few times. If the man is experienced it can be a great pleasure.  Men are so much bigger and stronger than a woman...”

“Junko,” Ayumi said threateningly to get her to stop, but her expression and actions betrayed her apprehensiveness.

“They say,Denka, that such a fate is worse than death.”

“W…what do you mean,” asked Ayumi fearfully?

“Rape…Denka.  Imagine men are holding you down are on your back with your arms and legs spread-eagled. Now imagine you are completely naked – not a scrap of clothing.  Picturethese foreigners.  One man has just finished raping you.  He is immediately replaced by the next man in line.  They take turns all of them.

That is what the General Yamazaki meant when he said you would be passed around.  You would be naked and helpless and every man would rape you. It is possible this would cause you to lose your mind. General Yamazaki is right: if you survived, you would be sold naked in the slave market in Formosa.  And, you wouldbe tortured until you submitted to being a whore.”

Ayumi turned pale and began to tremble.

“The Generalgave me a knife to use if we are attacked by pirates. He gave me a choice between suicide and rape.”

“Yes, Denka.”

“But Junko San, the Church says that suicide is a mortal sin.”

“Yes, I have heard that is what the Portuguese priests say.  I do not believe such things, Denka.  And your troubles began with the priests.”

“I do not believe God would punish me for choosing death before rape, Junko San.”

The discussion continued. PrincessAyumi had been spoiled and was loathe to accept any decision she did not make herself. They were still below deck when the lookout above began excitedly ringing the alarm bell.

A young samurai came down and knocked on their door.  He told Ayumi that a ship had burst through the fog and was advancing on their ship rapidly.  He told her that the General had ordered him to take her and Junko to the hold. A small space surrounded by heavy barrels had been constructed for them below the waterline, which meant it was safe from cannon shot.

Ayumi was going to say something, but then wisely chose to say nothing and accompany the young samurai.  Both she and her maidservant were taken to the “safe space” in the bowels of the ship.  They could not see the two-masted Chinese Junk approaching.  It was a pirate ship…

Chapter 2

Boarded and Captured

They waited and the sound of cannon told Ayumi that it was pirates. The cannon shots were soon followed by loud yells and the clash of swords as the  pirates’ junk came along side and 35 heavily armed men boarded their ship.

The fighting lasted nearly thirty minutes. The air was rent with screams and the sound of metal on metal.  And when these battle sounds died, the sounds of men exploring the ship could be heard. Following this, Ayumi and Junko crouching, heard shouts. Their hiding place was soon discovered. The two women tried to resist as they were pulled out of hiding but they were quickly subdued.

Their hands were tied behind their backs and two of the biggest, roughest looking men slung them over the shoulders. They were taken up to the main deck, dumped on their backsand and then pulled to their feet. The defeated samurai who were still alive were kneeling and the dead, which included General Yamazaki, were being unceremoniously dumped overboard for the sharks.

Some of the pirates, seeing the two women, cheered – “Ah, a hen and a chick!”

The women sat unmolested while the pirates continued to search the ship. But soon, the remaining samurai and crew who were on their knees were callously executed.  The Captain, a rough, hairy Portuguese named Fausto, ordered his me to use cutlass and pistol and the survivors were quickly dispatched. Ayumi, forced to witness these brutal executions, was shocked and numb.  The Captain thentold his first mate to selecttwenty-five men to crew the larger captive ship.The rest of the crew would headed back with the Captain to the pirate’s ship.  Fausto then came over to where Ayumi and Junko were. He looked them over and rubbed his chin appreciatively.

He spoke to them, first in Portuguese and then in crude Japanese and Ayumi found that she could not look him in the eye. He was very hairy and his nose was long and straight, like an eagle’s beak. He looked so alien, despite the fact that the priests who taught her the Catholic faith and some of her ship’s crew were Portuguese.  Around the Captain, some of the crew stood, shuffling their feet and making crude remarks and gestures, until the Captain raised his hand for quiet.

“We found much plunder below decks.  What looks like a dowry.  Were you to be married, little chicken,” he asked Ayumi in Portuguese?

She had learned the language from the priests; and answered him in Portuguese, “y…yes, I was…uh…going to meet my husband.”

“That accounts for the dowry…Now, you are my prisoner, little chicken.  Who are you,” he asked roughly?

Before she could answer, Junko spoke up!  Ayumi, with her eyes flashing and her mouth open, could only gape as the older woman told the Captain that Ayumi was the Princess, the daughter of the Emperor of Japan.  And by doing so, she had demonstrated to Fausto that she could be co-opted. Ayumi was shocked.  Junko had, in effect, betrayed her.

Ayumi had to regain control of the situation and said, “Please, Captain, the Emperor will pay a great ransom for me.”

Fausto didn’t response. He was thinking. ‘Perhaps yes…perhaps no’, he thought to himself rubbing the stubble on his chin.

He was pleased that he and his men had captured a rich prize at the loss of so few men.  The ambush had paid off, but in truth, he suspectedthat if he tried to ransom the girl, a dozen ships would be dispatched to come after them.  It would be better to enjoy the little chicken and when she had a big belly, auction her off in the slave market on Formosa.

Turning to hishis Quartermaster,a stout, ugly Chinese named Fang, who was there to inventory the booty on the captive ship, he said,
“bring her back to the ship, when you are done here.  Then strip her.  You can let the crew have her for an hour before we sail.”

Fang smiled andafter a few minutes took Ayumi to the pirate’s ship. It turns out that Ayumi and Junko weren’t the only survivors of the ambush.  A young 18 year old stable boy, named Daisuke, had been hiding in the bowels of the ship and had escaped being killed.  When Fang and the crew were surveying and tallying the booty in the hold, they discovered him  hiding.  Luis, the First Mate, ran up and told Fausto about the boy’s discovery. Luis, a thin, ferret-faced, pock-marked Portuguese, had an excitable nature and was grinning and out of breath.  The Captain told him to bring the boy over to the pirate ship also.

Once Ayumi was on deck, Fang gave the word to a one-eyed Portuguese named Donato and a dark-skinned Javanese named Caspar to strip the screaming girl.  They pulled off her purple obi sash, which marked her royal status and then her beautiful red and pink silk kimono, with its rich tapestry of flowers.As was the custom of the times, underneath there were layers of clothing to protect her virgin body.  The two men were puzzled by all the garments they encountered, but laughing, theyunwrapped her. 

They pulled off herwaist-length jyubon, a cotton undergarment that barely covered her pubis and buttocks,thesarashi (silk cloths used to bind her breasts) and her koi tten,(a thong that covered her crotch).  The poor girl was then left standing in hertabi socks and zoris(sandals).  But when they stripped off her koi tten, she was wearing a chastity belt.  This was now the only thing that protected her.  Ayumi put her hands down on her crotch as if to protect herself.

The humiliation of being nearly nude was so overwhelming that she shut her eyes tightly to block out the faces of the smirking men.  She involuntarily squeezed her thighs together,as if to protect her nearly exposed beauty from their hungry stares. She trembled before them, feeling their eyes burning on her body, starting from her slender ankles and round calves, the ivory columns of her slim thighs leading up to her full hips and her round, meaty bottom. But the men hated that the delta of her oriental treasure was protected by a metal chastity belt secured with a lock.  Men yelled loudly for it to be removed.

The Captain, meanwhile, had come on board and hadJunko with him. He wanted to talk to the old woman.  In his cabin, as Ayumi was being displayed to the crew, Fausto grilled the old woman.  He discovered that she was knowledgeable about medicines and first aid as well as the inner workings of the Imperial Court.  As he talked with the old woman in a combination of Japanese and Portuguese, he became more convinced that while the ship was a great catch, it could prove to be a disaster for him and his crew. 

If Ayumi was the Emperor’s daughter, trying to ransom her would be signing his own death warrant.  The Emperor commanded tremendous forces and while Nihon was not a great naval power, he and his men would soon have many ships after them to recover the Emperor’s daughter or have their revenge. 

As he spoke with Junko, he decided that he would “enjoy” his prize and when he and his crew were through with her he would sell her to the highest bidder in Formosa, where many of the pirate crews hid when they weren’t on the high seas. 

“Captain, I can be very useful. I am an excellent cook and know how to bind and treat any wounds. I know many arts - both white and black.  I will serve you as I served the Emperor,” Junko said.

“And in this way, you would avoid being brutalized by my men,” Fausto asked her?

“I leave it up to the wise Captain to determine my real value,” Junko said slyly.

“What about your Princess,” Fausto grinned?

“She is haughty and spoiled, Captain.  I am sure you will teach her manners,” Junko said with the smallest trace of a smile playing on her homely features.

So, poor Ayumi’s fate was sealed…

Chapter 3

Soiled and Disgraced

Up on deck, with her charms on display for their enjoyment, the crewhad sport with Ayumi. Some of them had formed a circle around her and they were pushing her from man-to-man and molesting her in the process.  At 167 centimetres (5’5 ¾”) and 50 kilograms (110 lbs.) she was tall for the times and a pretty morsel.  Her face was oval with expressive eyes and thick, silky hair.  She had a pert nose and fine lips conveying a regal air.Her breasts were the size oflemons and much sweeter.

Some had tried to remove the chastity belt no one was able to break the lock and Fang turned to the ship’s carpenter and asked his advice. The man, a crippled Englishman named Kirk, studied the device and said, “The lock is hardened. I’ll need the tools I have at home to get this off.”

Fangturned to Ayumi and said, in Japanese, “What is your name?”

“I am Princess Ayumi.”

He slapped her face,  “You lie, slut! You cannot be a Princess.  A noble lady would not be standing naked in front ofall these men. Only a slut would do that. You will answer to slut or whore.”

Ayumi began sobbing at this.

“Please do not degrade me,” she begged.

His answer was to give her several hard slaps across her face. Ayumi winced and cried out as it hurt, but the pain was more emotional. It was a huge shaming thing to be slapped across the face in those times.

Then Fang turned to the crew and said, “All right, we have an hour to make her a cock-sucking slut.”

He told her what he wanted her to do and Ayumi recoiled!  When she proved unwilling to cooperate, he had Donato and Caspar each grab an arm and pull them behind her back.  This thrust her tits out.  He asked her again if she was ready to suck cock.  She wrinkled her pretty features and grimacing, shook her head – no-no-no!

Fang then began to give her open handed slaps across her nipples.  The rough breast torture shocked Ayumi.  She struggled in the grasp of the two men, but she was helpless to prevent Fang from punishing her tits.  He smacked them in turn making them flop and jiggle. The sound reverberated across the main deck.  Fang then grabbed her right tit and squeezed it as hard as he could, making her cry out. Then he began pinching and pulling on her nipples stretchingthem until they reached their maximum length.

As he did this, Ayumi’s mouth opened into a “O”. At first there was no sound, then a single high note of pain rent the air as he went from one nipple to the other, stretching them out as far as they would go.  It seemed to her that he was going to rip them off - it hurt so much!  When she still proved stubborn, he took to twisting them cruelly.

He varied the routine, starting again with the hard smacks across her nipples to pinching, pulling and twisting the tender teats.  To this he added taking a nipple between his calloused thumb and forefinger and shaking her breast hard. The sequence made her gasp, moan and writhe.  Enjoying her suffering made the  crew grin, laugh and very horny.  Almost ever man hada stiff, hard cock tenting his trousers.Finally, she could take no more and when Fang asked heragain - she relented.  He nodded to Donato and Casper and they let her go. She slumped to the deck, sobbing and whimpering.

“Please, I…I am the daughter…the daughter of the Emperor…I am a princess,” she mumbled.

Fang ignored her pleas and grabbed her by her luscious, thick, shiny black hair to haul her to her knees.

“Please…do not do this to me,” she whined in a small, little girl’s voice. “Do not disgrace me. I am the daughter of the Emperor.  Please do not shame me...”

As she knelt and began sobbing, Fangtold her what was next:each of the men would be allowed to use her mouth and ejaculate their hot seed and she would swallow it. This was a terrible indignity - the most personal of degradations.   She shuddered contemplating this supreme humiliation. She looked at him, with cruel face and partly shaved head and pigtail, and shivered.

And deep down, stirring in her soul, she felt a sliver of longing…some craving for this degradation too.  Ayumi looked away and hung her head. Fang got right in front of her and stood with legs akimbo in an exaggerated stance.  Then he pulled out his uncircumcised cock and wagged it right in her face.  She stared at it.

He grinned down at her evilly with her kneeling at his feet.  He would go first.  She was fascinated and couldn’t help staring at his cock…the way a bird, trying to avoid the eye of a snake, is compelled to look against its will.  His penis was almost fully engorged; and she watched, horrified, as he began frigging it close to her face.

Laughing and joking, he said to her, “open your mouth and get ready to receive.  Or I will work on your tits again, slut.”

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her mouth right against the head of his cock. Then he used his cock to slap her face. And then he rubbed the wet tip all over her cheeks, nose and mouth.

“Take my cock in your mouth and don’t even think of biting unless you want more pain than you could ever imagine. Now move your head back and forth, running your lips and tongue over my cock.”

He made her open her mouth and forced her to move her head back and forth on his cock.With her hot, luscious mouth enveloping his most precious possession, he forced it in and took control of her by grabbing her head.  He pulled her head forward to get it in deeper and this made her gag and begin to drool uncontrollably.

“When I spill my seed, you swallow,” he spat at her.

He was very excited, and soon went, “oh…oh…oh,” as he began to spurt hotly in her mouth.  As he filled her tiny oral cavity, some men began to applaudwhen his hips did a little obscene jig.He squeezed her nostrils shut to make her  swallow his slimy load, and the hot, pearly stream filled her mouth.As he continued to ejaculate, it filled her mouth to overflowing and semen and saliva dripped down onto her chin.  Ayumi wanted to gag. 

Afterwards, he said to her, “that is called a blow job. Now you are a slut. And you give blow jobs to everyone,” he said pointing to the waiting men who had begun to line up.

This was all so humiliating to Ayumi.The next man was Donato and his cock was thin and dark. He made her kiss and lick his cock as well as his balls before he made her suck it and take his discharge. Then dark-skinned Caspar took his turn.  Next, a bug-eyed Filipino named Amado, treated Ayumi to the same mortifying debasement. And then man after man in the crew stepped up to take their turns using her mouth like it was her pussy.  Erection after hard erection quickly appeared inches from her face as Fang stood behind her and made sure she kept her head up and her face forward.

And as quickly as one man came, another took his place and the long months at sea without a woman soon had this man’s hot cum filling her mouth.  Ayumi moaned as she was filled with semen.  Cum start to run down from her mouth.   When one man was fucking her face, another stood off on the side....huffing and puffing, jerking his cock…awaiting his turn. Others stood by joking and laughing.  Rough foreign men were enjoying her nakedness and the opportunity to degrade her. 

Their full balls promised heavy loads; andAyumi felt like she was drowning.  The semen filled her mouth and glazed her tongue. Some pulled out at the last minute and holding their cocks like a hose, splashed their semen on her face. Soon she was justcovered and coated.The excess dribbled down and some fell on her tits. Inevitably, Fang ordered her to lick her lips and swallow and she had to consumelots of slippery, sticky semen.  Ayumi choked and gasped. The ugly Chinese Quartermaster kept talking to her.

“YES, whore...this is what you were made for...to have men cum in your mouth.  Keep your face up. Tell me you want it...Tell me you’re a whore.”

It was doubly debasing to be forced to admit it, but Ayumi was becoming more submissive by the minute.

“I...I am a whore.”

“Say, I love a man’s cum.”

“I ....I...l...love a man’s cum.”

Then he made her continue...  There were so many men, their cocks became a blur as they used her mouth and, reaching their precious moment, filled her with their hot, virile semen. Just when Ayumi thought it was over, another man stepped up, and face-fucked her, making her saliva drool spectacularly and then cumming in her mouth. When a man pulled momentarily, she was salivating so heavily that his cock was usually connected to her mouth with strings of saliva.

Soon, there was a frothy ring of saliva and semen that had been whipped into a disgusting cream all over her lips.  She gagged and gagged as rivers of sloppy, sticky sperm filled her mouth and coated her tonsils.  Seconds later another blast filled her mouth or hit her nose and cheeks and ran down in heavy, lumpy streams.

Ayumi submissively tilted her head back, licked her lips and swallowed when Fang told her to do so.  She was sickened, but under pressure, she became a slut for cum.   There was semen all over her tits - soiling her.  Fang told her to “swallow” repeatedly.  There was so much that she soon felt sick to her stomach...and she gagged and retched periodically.  It was too much for her.  All of this reinforced her submission; and her predicament elicited much laughter and merriment from the crew. 

As a big, black African named Juma with a large cock made her take his huge spear in her tiny mouth, and she felt like her jaws were being dislocated, he fucked her face methodically. He kept pushing his dick all the way to the opening of her throat, and her this triggered her gag reflex. She got sick and vomited.  She couldn’t help herself and a big gush of smelly, foamy whitish-yellow slop cascadedfrom her mouth. 

When she finished throwing up and was still drooling and gasping,the African forced his cock back in her mouth.  He began face-fucking her again and soon came.  It flew out of her mouth in a torrent...a wet, nasty cough...thick with his pearly semen. When he was done and shaking the drops off on her face, she felt she was at the lowest point in her life. 

Ayumi ended up with her face, neck and breasts wet and bespattered with hot cum and vomit.  When it was over, sixteen men had used her.  Ayumi felt totally debased and degraded.  She had learned that she was masochistic and with the right pressure, she was very submissive to men.  She was a mess: her eyes red and puffy from crying.  Worst of all, she experienced hot sex feelings in her loins from being humiliated and debased. 

For Ayumi to submit and just embrace the debasement that they had subjected her to was disturbing in one respect, but very empowering in another.  To submit removed guilt and responsibility.  Ayumi could let her deepest, most degraded sexual feelings loose.  There was still a side of her that resisted, but this inflamed her soul and threatened to consume her.  They had debased, humiliated and defiled her.  This first terrible indignity forced her to discover layers of her soul she had never acknowledged or had repressed.  She was terribly ashamed!

Chapter 4

Deflowered

After this Fang brought her to the Captain.  He was still in General Yamazaki’s cabin with Junko. 

“I see that you’ve been entertaining my crew,” he smiled at her.

Ayumi kept her eyes down.  She was so aware of how she looked.  She was naked with her sore, swollen nipples exposed.  And with the mess still on her face, she wanted to die!

“What about the chastity belt,” Fausto asked Fang?

“We cannot remove the lock.  Kirk says he needs other tools.”

Fausto turned to Junko. Either her mother or her husband would have the key.

“Since she does not have a husband, and she is far from her mother, I am willing to wager that you know where the key is, woman.  Do you not,” Fausto asked Junko?

Junko looked at Ayumi and then back at Fausto –and then nodded, ‘yes’ to the Captain.

“Go get it,” he said.

Ayumi looked at Junko and realized that she had been totally betrayed.  Junko had made a “deal” and Ayumi was now completely on her own. Junko ran to their quarters and came back holding a key.  Ayumi looked at her with hate in her eyes.  Her maidservant was delivering her virginity to the pirates!

Fang knelt down and examined the device close up.  It was constructed of thin metal straps, hinged together. One went around her waist and another strap went from the back under her legs to end at the waist, where the lock was located. There was a small, round metal disk mounted so that it was right at the level of her anus so she could defecate; and an oval metal plate at the level of her vagina and urethra to accommodate her menstruation and urination. Both openings were too small to admit a man’s cock and were ringed with sharp points to discourage any attempts at penetration.

Fang put the key in the lock removed it.  When he took the device off this  revealed Ayumi’s very hairy pussy. She was very hirsute…her crotch was covered with a thick mat of silky black hair, very long and the growth extended to the crevice of her buttocks and around her anus.Fausto looked her overand smiled as he was now free toenjoy Ayumi in the privacy of his cabin. As soon as both ships got underway, he had Fang leave the Princess with him in what was now his cabin.She was bound with her wrists behind her.

She was crying and begged, “Please do not rape me.”

He slapped her face a few times. Then he began slapping her breasts until they were red, almost as a kind of foreplay.He examined her tits and crotch.  Ayumi felt so violated and she trembled as he squeezed her tits, pulled on her sore nipples and spread her legs to peer at her closely there.  He found her a delightful morsel.  She was slim, white-skinned and smelled wonderful.  She exuded a delicate feminine scent that was intoxicating to the older man. When he pulled on her sexlips and rubbed her clitoris he found, to his delight, that her pussy released a great quantity of sweet, musky dew, which embarrassed Ayumi to no end…

He was also pleased to discover that she was a virgin. He discovered her hymen – nature had provided thetaut, unyielding membrane with its own unique array of slits and holes to allow menstruation.  He pushed his thick calloused finger against it to test its strength.  He smiled…contemplating how delightful it was going to be to rip it open with his rampant cock. 

Ayumi shivered, trembled and kept her eyes closed as he completed his exam.  It had been so mortifying.  This was proving to be the most unimaginable experience of her whole life.  She felt like she was sliding down a long, slippery hill and there was no clear end in sight.

She prayed silently to her Christian God.  ‘Oh Jesus, let this cup pass from my lips’…

She opened her eyes to see Fausto, 45 years old, of medium height, but strongly built, taking off his clothes to reveal a large and rigid cock. The shaft was thick, he had a huge growth of curly black pubic hair and the head on his cock was big and purple.  He was very hairy with wiry, black hair on his chest, belly, arms, legs and butt.  He had thinning black hair on his head, a heavy beard which he shaved two or three times a week and was adorned with a moustache` and goatee. His eyes were black, darker than hers and his nose was large, aquiline and straight.

He pulled her toward him until his cock was pressed against her belly. Then he threw her on his bunk, forced her legs apart and knelt between her thighs. His weight prevented her from struggling while he guided his cock into her virgin pussy. It was a tight fit and required much thrusting and pushing.

She was bawling but Fausto slapped her face and yelled at her to, “Shut Up.”

Her hymen was tough and it hurt to have him trying to rip it.  He kept pushing against the thick membrane trying to get it to tear.  The feeling of being invaded by something so large followed by the sensation of being torn was so overwhelming that, as her hymen split and tore, Ayumi cried out and then fainted.

The sharp, burning pain she felt as the delicate, nerve laden membrane guarding her womanhood was shredded and torn, overwhelmed her.  He slapped her face to awaken her and continue his assault. She felt the warm blood on her thighs and the bulbous head of his cock invading her depths.

Once he had his thick cudgel inside her, he took his time, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in.  She moaned each time he reached the end of his stroke. It did not take him long and soon he grunted as he shot his seed deep into her and rolled off so he was lying on the bunk next to her. His hand ran down her body and between her legs where his fingers became coated with his semen and a smear of her blood. He made her lick them clean, shaming her totally.

He spent some time lying next to her and running his hands over her body as she sobbed. In time he became aroused again and dragged her to a table. He bent her over the table, spat on one finger and used it to explore her pussy and her ravaged sex-hole.  His swollen cock was a tough fit but he slowly pushed it deep into her cunt again. He ignored her frantic screams as his long slow strokes ravished her tight “purse”.  She had a very tight, small, shallow hole…

After shooting his cum into her virgin pussy again, he forced her to her knees and ordered her to clean his soiled cock with her mouth. She shook her tear-streaked face but that earned her a face slap followed by his fingers pinching her nose shut.  Desperate for air, she opened her mouth, put out her tongue and licked him clean.

He untied her and told her, “slut, lie on the deck next to my bunk. You can sleep there until I want to fuck you again.” 

Ayumi was no longer bound but realized that she could not escape – the only way outled to the deck. His snoring told her that he was asleep and she curled up in a ball and cried herself to sleep.  She was awakened by a slap to the back of her head.

“Get on your back and spread your legs.”

Fausto knelt down and ran his hands over her breasts, belly and cunt.  When he was fully aroused again he made her suck his cock and only after he was on the verge of cumming in her mouth did he put his cock at the entrance to her sore pussy and penetrate her tight purse again.  It was a little easier this time.

Fausto woke at dawn and and again slappedAyumi awake. He tied her hands behind her back and made her kneel in front of him as he fed her breakfast and some water.

He told her, “you are now a slave. I can do anything I want to you.”

Chapter 5

The Plaything

He walkedher out of the cabin and onto the deck. His cum and her blood had dried on her legs and ass so that any man looking at her would know she was no longer a virgin.

When they got there the crew was having sport with the stable boy who had been in hiding.  Now, the hapless teen was in the centre of a circle of pirates who were taunting and having sport with him. 

“What is your pleasure, Captain,” Fang said, pointing to the boy? “This is the the little rat I found in the hold…”

“Let me think about it,” Fausto answered.

He could choose to have the boy killed, turn him into a “powder monkey” or a cabin boy.  He was a sweet-faced teen with a cute pair of buttocks.‘Perhaps I should let the crew have him’, Fausto thought to himself. On the other hand, as he looked over his shoulder at the naked Princess, Fausto had an idea.

He called over an able-bodiedpirateand had had him tie a rope to Ayumi’s bound wrists and throwing the rope over a spar, haul her up until she was standing on tiptoe.  She screamed from the pain as her arms were wrenched into a devilishly painful position.He motioned to Fang and had him bring Daisuke over to him.

“What was your job,” he asked him in Japanese?

“I was a stable boy, Sir,” Daisuke answered.

“Do you want to live,” Fausto asked him?

“OH YES, SIR.”

“Then you must learn to obey every order me or my officers give you.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. You stand by me and do as I tell you.”

“YES, SIR.”

Fausto went over to Ayumi hanging painfully.

“When any of my men come near you, Slut, you say, ‘Please, Sir, feel my tits and cunt’. When he is done, you say ‘Thank you Sir’. Do you understand?”

Ayumi nodded.  She was nearly a broken woman.Fausto ordered Daisuke to be the first. He was tentative as he touched her and Luis slapped him on the back of the head.  Thoroughly chastened, he began grabbing Ayumi’s tits and squeezing them hard and then, as Fang stood by coaching him, he pinched and pulled her nipples.  Then he grabbed her ass and after this, felt her up between her legs. The boy really became enthusiastic and much to her humiliation, Ayumi had to thank him loudly and clearly.

It was so humiliating. She knew Daisuke…he was just a sweet-faced, humble servant boy – the son of lowly peasants.  To have him touch her intimately was a supreme violation.  After him, Fangtook a turn.  Ayumi hung there for an hour and was mauled by all sixteen men as they went about their tasks before Fausto told Fang to take her down. He kept her, naked and hands bound behind her, kneeling on deck for the rest of the day - while Fang came by and fed and watered her by hand.  At sundown, he took her back to his cabin and released her hands.

“Did you enjoy your time on deck? I am going to keep you untied tonight but I expect you to work hard to please me. If you do not, I will let the crew play with you some more tomorrow.”

She moaned but nodded her head to show that she understood.

“I am doing you a favour. You will be sold in the slave market on Formosa. Your new owner will put you to work as a whore. If you do not please your customers, your owner will beat you. What I teach you may save you some beatings.”

Hearing this anew, Ayumi burst into tears!  It was just as General Yamazaki had said, and she cursed her fate.

“Now let me see you. Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs. Smile! You do not want your customers see you crying or frowning.  Keep your hands behind your head and bend backwards. Walk around a bit and move your hips.”

When he was naked, he told her, “Walk toward me, press yourself against me, and put your arms around me.  Tighter! You want to press your body against mine. No! That will not do. You are letting yourself be held rather than holding.  Now try again.  Better. Go lie down on the bunk. Hands behind your head, legs spread. You want to give the man easy access to your cunt.”

He lay down beside her and began running one hand over her breasts while the other hand moved down over her stomach, through her hairy bush and his fingers entered her cunt and began to play with her clitoris.  He started kissing her tits and sucking on her nipples.

“Get accustomed to this. You will have to do thistwenty times a night when you’re a whore. Any resistance will get you a beating. Perhaps I should have you beaten so you will know what to expect.”

He rolled over so that he was on top of her.

“Put your arms around me.”

He slid his cock into her and said, “Now lift your legs and wrap them around my thighs. Move your hips as I thrust.”

He made her respond to his strokes until he gave a grunt and came deep inside her.

He rolled off her and said, “That is a start but you need to use your hips more. Tomorrow you can practice with the crew. Stand next to the bunkwith your hands behind your head until I tell you to move.”

He lay on his bunk idly running a hand over her hips, ass and bush until his cock started rising again.

He sat up and said, “Kneel between my legs. Kiss and lick my balls. Now take my cock in your hand and run your fingers lightly up and down the shaft.  Lick and kiss it. Open your mouth and take it in. Move your head so your lips run up and down my cock. Use your tongue on the bottom to caress it - and then suck on it.  Keep going…I am going to cum.  Swallow all of it.”

After he had finished cumming in her mouth he said, “that is called giving a blow job. You need more practice but the crew will give you plenty.  Now lie down on the deck and get some sleep. I will use your cunt again after we both have a nap.”

She cried herself to sleep again and was awakened by a kick.

“Get on the bunk and lie on your side next to me.”

He put an arm around her with his hand holding her breast. His other hand guided his cock into her pussyand then seized her other tit. His hands squeezed her breasts in time with his thrusts. She writhed in shame and a growing feeling in her still virginal cunt that it was starting to feel good, as he squeezed harder and thrust more rapidly.

When he was ready to cum, he pulled out and said, “Face me and slide down until your head is at my groin. Take my cock in your mouth and work on it until I cum.  You must not cry when a customer is taking his pleasure with you. A whipping tomorrow will teach you the folly of doing that.  Then, I will hand you over to the crew to continue your education.  For now, I am going to get you ready for your “Wedding Night”.  This was his idea of a joke…

Chapter 6

Shamed

He called for Junko and the boy Daisuke, who was now serving him as a cabin boy. The two came into the cabin and Junko seemed confident but the boy was very tentative and stood back in the shadows.Fausto was busy binding Ayumi.  She was still as naked as the day she was born and to be so exposed was still a mind-numbing experience for her.  When her former maidservant and the stable boy entered the cabin, Ayumi closed her eyes and cringed in shame.  She wished she could melt into the floorboards.

Fausto picked Ayumi up and plunked her on the table on her elbows and knees.  He had already bound her wrists, so he then roped her ankles.  He spread her legs and tied her slender ankles to the tablelegs, forcing her shapely thighs to spread wide, exposing her pussy and asshole to everyone’s gaze. Following this, he tied her wrists to a hook on the side of the table.

Now, Ayumi was bound tightly in the most appalling, obscene position imaginable. Her crotch was spread wide open, andher ass was up in the airexposing her precious, tight, pink lotus and brown “rose” to Junko and Daisuke.  Ayumi wanted to die as the boy came to peer at her treasured womanhood and her anal “flower”.

Daisuke during the voyage had carelessly spilled sauce on the Princess's royal kimono, for which she put him in shackles, locked below deck.  This was the reason that he had avoided being killed in the melee`.  She had ordered General Yamazaki to discipline him and the boy was duly whipped on his exposed buttocks with a bamboo cane.

Daisuke, who had accidentally and unintentionally soiled Ayumi’s kimono, felt terribly put upon.  And now, he was in the General’s cabin watching his mistress being degraded.  Ayumi, on all fours on the table, hung her head but she could do nothing about her ass sticking up in the air. Fausto had the stable boy spread her buttocks.

“Boy, hold her ass open,” he barked at him.

Ayumi, feeling the Daisuke’s hot, young hands on herroyal ass, cringed. Next, Fausto got Junko to fetch a bar of soap made from cooking grease and lye ashes from the hearth. It smelled of pig and she dunked it in his water bucket and rubbed it in her two hands to makelather.  Fausto then had her smear the lather on Ayumi’s pubic hair.  The lye soap burned her delicate sex painfully. 

Ayumi was indeed a very hairy woman, the delta of her sex was covered and it was easy for a man’s fingers to get lost in the forest.  Her crotch was totally covered with thick, black fur and it extended all the way back to the crevice of her buttocks and even around her tight pinkish-brown asshole.

“Junko, get that scissors there,” Fausto said, pointing to a pair of shears sitting on a shelf.  “Cut off her pubic hair in the front,” he said to the older woman.  “Cut it down to the quick.”

Junko used the shears and carefully hacked off the thick growth of pubic hair which adorned Ayumi’s crotch. Then Fausto stepped up with a straight razor and began scraping off her fluffy, black fleece.  He took his time and painstakingly shaved her as bald as a baby’s buttocks.  An unshaven crotch in Ayumi’s culture meant a wanton woman…a whore!

To have her pubic hair shorn was, therefore, another humiliation. To have her maidservant and the stable boy witnessing her shame was even more painful emotionally for the Princess. As Fausto shaved her kitty, the shame was so overwhelming and she was becoming more masochistic by the day thatit made Ayumi soaking wet.  Her submissive inner nature boiled over as her love cream ran down to coat her labia and clitoris and splatter on the table forming a little puddle.  Ayumi hung her head and whimpered…

There was an eaten corn cob sitting on a plate, the remains of Fausto’s last  supper.  The Captain dipped it in the bucket of soapy water and ran it thru her crack and up against her pussy and anal flower to have sport with her before he picked up apair of tweezers.

Again, he told the boy to spread Ayumi’s ass cheeks to expose her treasures so he could work on her.  Then Fausto used the tweezers to slowly and painfully pluck the hairswhich ringed her anus, one-by-one.It was like she was a chicken and he was plucking her clean.  As he pulled them out by the roots, it hurt a little and the shame this being done had soft tears rolling down her cheeks. Once her asshole was bare and smooth as a baby’s butt, Fausto then took full liberties with her…stroking, violating and inserting various objects into her still tight pussy to masturbate her.

First the quill from a pen.  Then his thick, calloused finger. Then the hilt of his knife.  He pulled on her nipples as he worked her pussy with one and then gottwo fingers inside the tight tunnel and turned his palm down to frig her G-spot and urethral sponge.  Soon, rubbing her harder and harder, he was able to make her have a wet, spurting cum in front of her maidservant and the stable boy she had punished.  Never again would Ayumi be able to hold her head up high.  As she came repeatedly from his expert ministrations, the haughty Princess had been brought very low indeed.

That night she ruminated on her fate. ‘What other indignities can they heap on me’, she asked herself? ‘And how much longer will we be at sea’.  She had overheard one of the men say that they’d be in “port” in two days.  ‘I wonder what will happen to me there’, she said to herself?

Chapter 7

TheWedding

The next day Fausto hauled her out onto the deck by her hair. She had been allowed to wear some of her clothes. The seas were calm and the wind was warm.  Fausto told her that this was to be her “wedding day”.  She was to consummate her “marriage” to the crew. Ayumi recoiled and shook her head ‘no-no-no’.

She had deluded herself that she was only going to be violated by the Captain.  Again, General Yamazaki’s words came back to haunt her. She remembered what he had said about being “passed around” and now she quivered and quaked - fearing pregnancy as much as the degradation.  She drew back when Fausto told her to get herself ready.

He smiled when he saw she was resisting. He would see that she was torturedto make her submit.  So, he ordered herput on the “spanker boom”.This was a punishment used in the British Navy. The boom was the horizontal pole or spar that extended the aft sail from the rear mast. Ayumi was stripped and tied with her hands behind her back, as they lowered the boom.  Fang made her straddle it; he had already seen to it that a swab (a mop-head) saturated with gunpowderwaslashed to the boom and it was on this swab that he seated her. 

This would cause an almost unbearable, maddening, burning and itching when it came into contact withher shaven crotch, genitals and anus. The boom rose and fell in rhythm with the ship on the waves, similar to the action of a child’s‘teeter-totter’.The motion of the sea combined with the movement of the ship is what delivered the punishment.

As soon as Fang sat Ayumi down on the boom, the rising and falling of the boom rubbed the mop saturated with the gunpowder all over her crotch and she began whimpering. But the torture had another part as Fang came forward with a leather whip that had three, thin lashes. Fausto took it from him and handed it to Daisuke. 

The boy was allowed to whipthe Princess since she had him whipped.  He got to lash her on her full, meaty buttocks as she “rode the boom”. Then the whip was passed to each crew member who lashed her once and passed it to the next man.  As the whipping went on and the  boom went up and down, the itch in her crotch threatened to drive her mad. She writhed and groaned and began sobbingaseveryonetook a turn whipping her. By the time Ayumi had received seventeen strokes, she was screaming and pleading that she would, “do anything”. They released her.

Captain Fausto decided, at that point, that before Ayumi would lie with her suitors on her marriage bed, she needed a bath. So, her hands were tied over her head to a rope hanging from the rigging, she was hauled up until she was off the deck and a small cannon ball was tied to her ankles. Then she was dropped overboard and allowed to sink until she was completely under water. She was kept there for nearly half a minute before being raised so that she dangled in mid-air. She came up gasping and sputtering.  The cold water and the fear of drowning had combined to shock her totally.

Then the laughing crewmen dunked her again. They played with her – dunking her over and over again…varying the time under water, and how high she was raised before they dropped her.It was a very cruel game.Hauled on deck, Ayumi was thrown down and spread eagled with four men holding her wrists and ankles. The men holding her enjoyed the chance for exploration. Their hands ran over her tits and down her belly to her bald crotch which now allowed any man free access.  Ayumi squirmed but was unable to escape the hands molesting her.

The carpenter, Kirk, had constructed a bed of sorts.  It was a wooden pallet with posts on all four corners – six meters long and three meters wide.   Fang called it the the “bed of the whore”. Ayumi was spread eagled on it with her ankles and wrists tied to the corners. She would be able to move her arms and legs but would not be able to protect herself. The cruel nature of the rack was revealed in an instant. Ayumi, in every position on the rack, was obscenely exposed, like a whore or a piece of meat.Fausto said she would be kept on the rack for the rest of the afternoon so she could “consummate” her marriage to the crew.

The men lined up and the Quartermaster mounted the bound Princess first. He knew he only had a few minutes so he thrust rapidly and deeply until he gave a grunt, shot his load of semen into her and stepped back. The next man immediately mounted and fucked her and then, in order of rank and status, the next five took their pleasure with her. Herformer maidservant, Junko, began smiling when Fang took his turn and giggled as each new man penetrated her.  She had been waiting and wanting to see her former mistress degraded.

When the next two men, a Filipino and a Chinese, re-tiedher with her legs over her head,Daisuke was surprised when a thick, white liquid began to drip from her abused cunt.  In this position, their cocks went in very deep as these two worked her - pushing in and pulling out.

Ayumi cried out as the Filipino, who had a thicker cock, entered her still snug cunt, “You are hurting me!” The others laughed, “listen to the silly whore. She will get a lot worse than that in a whorehouse on Formosa.

Ayumi had a very small and shallow “love tunnel” and anything larger than a finger was painful, so the stretching she had received these first few days was a torment for the young virginal girl. Her ass was even smaller and tighter and, in the coming days, it too would be invaded by larger and larger items.

But, as she was repeatedly violated inher pussy, it became easier and easier to accommodate cocks of different sizes and she was being forced to accept and enjoy the arousing sensations. But, while the physical pain diminished, and he physical pleasure increased, her emotional suffering grew. As she was systematically debased, she was “giving in”…submitting both physically and emotionally.  This was a blow to the formerly haughty Princess.

When the last man in line, a swarthy Indian named Basu, finished, Ayumi was pulled to her feet, her hands tied behind her again.  Cum dripped from her pussy onto the deck. Fang pushedher down to her knees and ordered her to lick it up. She refused but a foot on her back and her bound arms pulled up and back made her lick and lick and lick untilFang was satisfied. Men stood by and laughed at her as she was sullied and shamed.

The last few days at sea, Ayumi spent in the crew’s quarters. Men held her legs wide apart while another man mounted her. They didn’t waste any time being gentle. They just pushed their cocks in her stretching and enjoying her tight vaginal sphincter and sank it into her as deeply as they could.

“Man, this bitch has one tight pussy,” Basu said to Amado, as he enjoyed her charms.

The next man, a short, slim Vietnamese, named Phong, used her hair to pull her to her feet and put her on her back on a table. Hestood between her legs and used her tits as hand holds. He soon tired of her cries and gagged her with a dirty rag. As the men’s first urgent ejaculationswere relieved, they went slower and took their time playing with her. The last of them finished just as the watch was changing and another group of men came in.

Donato and Caspar were in this group and wanted to hear her scream so Donato removed the gag and turned her face down on the table. They took turns whipping her ass with a thin, narrow leather belt until it was bright red. Then they spread her ass cheeks so the thin belt would land in the dark grove, her asscrack, occasionally hitting the taut, brown, starfish of her anus. They finished by whipping her tender cunt lips, making Ayumi yell and squeal.

Many in the crew also beat her – they didn’t need any reason except they liked doing it. There were some men who really enjoyed hurting her. They used their hands or a leather strap. The targeted her ass, her cheeks, tits and belly. 

Fang punished any reluctance or disobedience on her part by beating her on the soles of her feet (the dreaded “falaka”)until they were swollen and so sore she could not walk. Then she was taken to the mast and hung by her wrists so that she had to stand on her toes. Any of the pirates passing by could slap her face or tits. That went on for hours and was very effective in breaking her spirit. By this time, Ayumi was resigned to performing any sex act no matter how perverted.

Still, Ayumi was shocked anddisgusted by the behaviour of some of them. A few men would lay on top of her but instead of entering her cunt, just rubbed their cocks between her tits. Their cum spurted all over her neck and face. Other men crouched over her and jerked off so that their cum splashed on her face and landed in her hair. A few of the Vietnamese, like Phong, and the Chinese crew members seemed to be the ones who enjoyed this perversion, which was known in Japan as gansha (facial).

Some put their feet on her mouth and made her lick and suck their toes.The most degrading thing was being forced to “rim” a pirate’s anus - having to put her mouth on his smelly asshole.  The thought of performing this act was very humiliating, and by that time, Ayumi was becoming increasingly aroused by being shamed.She had to be somewhat aroused to do this without some pressure, but bound and turned into an object had caused a dam to break in her mind and she kissed, slobbered, and licked many a dirty, whiffy asshole.  It was very degrading…

If she became too messy or if she fainted, they threw a bucket of seawater on her. It was a very long and unpleasant voyage until they arrived in port; she was bruised and sore and bore clear evidence that men had been using her.That last morning, Ayumi stared at the horizon thru a porthole and as land loomed staredreflectively at the coastline and wondered, ‘what will happen to me’.

Chapter 8

Degraded

Thepirate’s hideaway was a compound in a sheltered cove on the northwest side of the island of Formosa (modern Taiwan). They landed five days after they had successfully boarded and captured General Yamazaki’s ship ferrying Ayumi to her intended on Okinawa.  Their sanctuary was a ramshackle collection of huts and warrens.  They had a furnace to repair and make swords, plus an armoury, a barn for the animals and a granary.

In all, Fausto commanded forty-seven men. They were a motley crew. The Portuguese had become fluent trading with the Japanese among other peoples in those years, and many spoke Portuguese and Japanese along with several dialects of Chinese and Vietnamese.  The hairy Portuguese Captain had Indians, Javanese, Chinese, Africans, an Englishman and a Welshman in his crew. 

The cook had recently died and it was for this reason that Fausto decided to spare Junko. She said she was an excellent cook.  If she proved to be adequate, she would survive.  If she didn’t, she faced an unpleasant fate.  Daisuke had also lucked out. He was first fated to be a “powder monkey” a job which went to a young boy, usually someone who had been captured.

The dangerous task involved running gunpowder and shot from below decks to the cannon crews during a battle.  The job of cabin boy was better and this is what Daisuke became as the Captain took a shine to him.  A cabin boy was almost always a kidnapped young man who curried favour with a Captain or the Quartermaster of a pirate vessel.

As everyone disembarked the ships, Ayumi was marched naked into camp.  The crew of twenty-five whohad piloted Yamazaki’s ship could now see for themselves what the Princess looked like naked.  Ayumi, drawing herself up to her full height, trying to regain her shredded self-esteem and status, walked with as much dignity as she could into the centre of the camp despite her nakedness.  The taunts andjeers from the captured ship’s crew, plus the five men who had been left to maintain base camp, washed over her and left her crestfallen.

“Dirty, Japanese whore,” some shouted at her, which were among the nicer comments.

Just behind her, three pirates, with Kirk supervising, brought the the “bed of the whore” down the gangplank and into the camp.  Just the presence of this instrument of her degradation was enough to deflate the Princess’s ego.  She had spent a fair amount of time bound to it, and had cum on it, much to her shame!

The Captain had party plans to give Ayumi to the pirate ship’s crew.  So, after the evening meal, he had Ayumi tied and bound to the “whipping post” in the centre of the compound with her arms over her head.

“This Princess complains that we are not treating her properly. A whore should never complain. Perhapstwenty lashes will help her know her place.”

He chose the biggest able-bodied pirate, the African named Zuma, to give her ten strokes on her shoulders and back with the three lash leather whip.  As he whipped her, Ayumi wriggled and writhed giving the men a show.  The beating was followed this with six strokes on her ass with a thin bamboo cane that left welts. The last four strokes were delivered to her on her knees, holding onto Zuma’s calves, as  he whipped her with the caneright on her tight asshole.

Then, the First Mate,Luis, and two others took her to the “bed of he whore”.  Her moans, cries and screams soon gave evidence that she was cumming on her second “Wedding Night” as she was finger-fucked to orgasm first by ferret-faced Luis and thenall thirty men who had not fucked her tookturns with her now.

She was fucked silly. She fainted twice and had to be slapped awake.  They strapped her down on her back with her thighs on her breasts;  then with her legs over her head; and finally on her elbows and knees.  They used her koi tten to wipe her messy pussy between fucks.  It got really sloppy and, much to her humiliation, Fang made her cum again when he rubbed her wet, sloppy pussy with it.They fucked her in her mouth and pussy until she had cum so many times she could barely stand up when it was over.  She had to be carriedto her sleeping quarters afterwards.  She was given food and water and allowed to curl up and sleep.

She was awakened just before sunrise, given more food and water, and brought back to the “whore’s bed”. The first crew of twenty who had piloted her ship began a long morning session fucking her. Many of these men, after they had cum in her, finished by making her take their cocks in her mouth and cleaning them.

“Clean the ring of fuck cream around the base of my cock, whore,” is how one man put it.

The painful humiliations were intensified enormously by having Junko and Daisuke witness her shame. With them watching, Ayumi experienced an intensely painful mixture of arousal, orgasms, helplessness, degradation, humiliation,and anguish.Each day, at sunset, she was taken to the centre of the compoundto be put on the rack or perform in “shows”.

Luis also came up with the idea of making her strip to entertain the men.  For many nights he made her put on one of the beautiful kimonos in her dowry and do a nude erotic dance to the sound of drums.  She had to take off her clothes piece-by-piece and if she hesitated or didn’t show the proper enthusiasm, he punished her afterwards. She began those nights fully dressed as the daughter of the Emperor of Japan and ended the evening lying naked under crude, foreign men.  Of course, her mouth was also used but most of the pirate crew liked fucking her in the cunt. Occasionally, two men would double fuck her.

If she earned punishment fromLuis, he liked to tie her spread-eagled and use fresh nettles on her buttocks and belly.  Only after these areas were reddened and blistered would he would work on the more sensitive areas like her tits andnipples and finally her pussy and anus (after pulling her buttocks apart).

To instil obedience and enthusiasm, Fang punished her for any transgressions in two ways:  He like to insert an opened pepper pod into her rectum. Then,he would tie her in a way to make it impossible for her to get rid of the pod by any other means but a bowel movement.He also liked her shaking under the lash, with the whipping post between her legs.As he flogged her, she couldn’t keep herself from clenching her buttocks and wriggling.

A particularly nasty blow would make the tip of thelash land in her crack and this made her hump the post.  It looked like she was fucking it.  This looked very obscene. Then, she pushed back from the post and it looked like she was inviting someone to fuck her from behind. Fang also made her do a very lewd dance.  

Chapter 9

Fang

Sometimes, Fang took her to his quarters for his own “private” sessions.  As Quartermaster, he was the equal of the Captain and was elected by the crew - the same as the Captain.  He was responsible for maintaining order, the supplies, food and everything else.  He was a rough, thick-set, ugly man about forty years old and a dedicated sadist. He loved to torture men and women.  He had rigged up tiny bamboo punishment clamps he put on Ayumi’s  nipples and clitoriswhich she found excruciating.

One night, to amuse himself, he tied her in a classic Japaneseshibari bondage position.  First the “pearls”, her breasts (shinju).  He wound the ropes around her torso and under and around her breasts.  Then the crotch rope for the “cherry” - her pussy (sukaranbo).  Thiswent around her waist and between her legs.  He wrapped the rope around her upper thighs, just under her buttocks.  The ends hetied together on her thighs. The two ends crossed her buttocks, each with a knot on the end forming the “cherry”. 

He smiled at her as she trembled in fear at what he was doing to her.  Her hairy underarms was wet with sweat when he was done.  She had been sweating so heavily as he bound her, that the dark mat of her pubic hair was pasted to her mound too.  Then, he ran a rope between her legs. Ayumi had plump labia and later when she rested her weight, this rope would bisect her sex lips, spreading them painfully and indecently.

Fangtied two large knots at just the right place on this rope to put pressure on her clitoris and her brown “rose”.  As a true sexual sadist, his aim was to make her submit while, at the same time, sexually arousing her.  When he was done, she was bound so that when she struggled the knots stimulated and irritated her clitoris and anus.

He attached the “cherry” ties to a rope that went to the beam overhead, and pulled the rope tight.  This forced the bound girl to bend over in a half-bow.  She had to get up on her toes as the rope went painfully tight between her legs.  The bondage used her own body weight to put cruel pressure between her legs on all her tender bits.  Flat-footed, the ropes tightened on her sex and when this became unbearable, she stood on her toes again. 

Ayumi began to struggle in this position and this worked the rough rope further into her tender pussy and ass crack.  The ropepunished her when her movement released pressure on one spot, blood returned to that part, resulting in intense, shooting pains.  And any movement up and down, as when she rose up on her toes and then rested her feet flat on the deck, made the knots on her clitoris and anus go back and forth…back and forth…relentlessly rubbing her raw.

It seemed like the rough hemp had splinters in it as it worked its way into her crotch.  Soon, she was whimpering and groaning.  As she struggled, Fang grinned, chuckled and made cruel comments.  He knew she would go up and down like a puppet - an excruciating, endless treadmill of soreness, exhaustion, sexual stimulation and pain.

To intensify her ordeal, he forced openher mouth by pinching her nostrils shut. Then he grabbed her tongue, pulled it out and used two chopsticksto trap the organ...tying the chopsticks together with thin cord.  Next, he tied the ends of the sticks to the ropes on her tits.  Now, Ayumi was unable to retract her tongue and soon began drooling – adding enormously to her humiliation.Soon her muscles were screaming. 

She was soon in agony and began a little girl weeping that Fang found very arousing.  Her tongue gag made it hard to understand her; and the drooling was very humiliating.  The knots hurt and aroused her and this made her pussy leak its love cream...It was a combination that taxed her nervous system to the max.

She went up and down - up and down – like a puppet.  She was, in effect, torturing herself.  She squealed each time she put her feet flat on the floor.  She stood on her toes again, but soon her calves were so swollen and fatigued she could not stand up again.  So she just hung in her bonds - squirmingpathetically.

Saliva had drooled down chin and dribbled down onto her tits.  Soon the crotch ropes was wet with her feminine dew. She was on the edge of cumming and hated herself for that.  She began begging for him to release her.

“P…please…p…please let me down…PLEASE…”

“What will you do, Ayumi-chan? Will you suck my cock? Will you suck it like I am your husband? Like you love me? I would like that.  BUT, I want you to kiss my asshole first. Are you ready to kiss and lick my asshole?  Are you ready to do that Ayumi-chan?”

“Oh…y…yes…I will do even that…PLEASE…PLEASE…it hurts so much…PLEASE!”

He let her down.  Then hemade her “rim” his anus – slowly and with as much passion as she could give.  And then, she had to give him a slow, wet blowjob.  Ayumi was very afraid of Fang…She felt he was the most sadistic of all the pirates.Another night, he threw her on a table and bound her hand and foot. Using a teasing touch, he petted and fondled her nipples and labia - touching the moist, sensitive flesh until he made her squirm.  He did the same with her clitoris until he got it to full erection.

He then got a box from his footlocker, which he opened.  Inside was a collection of toothed steel clamps of different sizes. When he showed them to Ayumi she shuddered in fear. They were obviously used for torture. He made a selection: a medium-sized clamp.  He pinched up a fold of the soft white skin on her tummy and clamped the fold.  The spring was very strong and when he released it, the pain made her thrash about and cry out...

He began decorating her belly with rows of the clamps.  Each one cut off circulation and the sharp pain became cumulative.  One clamp hurt terribly, ten clamps hurt so much more.  When he was done, he had “decorated” her with twenty clamps all over her tummy.  Each one made her squeal, and the total pain became eye-watering...

Then he turned his attention to her inner thighs.  He rubbed her there to let her know this is where he was going next.   Soon each thigh had ten clamps and as he got closer and closer to her pussy, her voice went up an octave.He selected smaller clamps and used them on her lips and tongue; and she began to drool.  It was all very de-humanizing.  She was being turned into a “pin cushion” of sorts.  Next, he began to squeeze her tits.

“Not my breasts…,” she begged as he began to select more clamps.

He decorated them with the small clamps, taking his time to do it.  First the undersides and then the areolas were encircled with clamps. The snowballing pain made Ayumi go deep into her own mind as a defence mechanism.And finally, when put a big clampon each nipple, she reached a new level of suffering and began wailing like an animal.  When he put a total of six clamps onher labia and one on her clitoris she fainted.  He gently slapped her face to wake her up.

She was so out of it she asked him where she was.  Now, that  she was decorated all over with clamps, Fang began to smack and pull on them, making her writhe and squirm in agony again.  Just when she thought she had been taken to the pinnacle of pain, he began taking the clamps off.  They hurt when he put them on - but hurt more when he took them off.  He removed them slowly, massaging the pinched and numb skin vigorously to make the circulation return.  This intensified the pain enormously and Ayumi began wailing sobbing again. 

When they were all off, she was exhausted; and Fang used this opportunity to release hisyubizeme (finger stimulation of her pussy) attack as hepulled her screaming nipples to full extension making her climax not once but multiple times, giving her painfully intense orgasms.He even made her beg for permission to iku-iku (cum) at one point; and this humiliated her most.

“Do you want to cum, whore?  Tell me you have to cum and I will let you. But first tell me you are a whore!”

She did what he wanted her to do.  He reduced her to begging to cum!

Chapter 10

Sodomy

One night, the Captain, Fang, Luis, Donato and Caspar were playing with her.  They had bound her on all fours tightly, like a naughty pony, so she was unable to close her legs.

They had been teasing her nipples and pussy and had gotten her very wet.  Ayumi hated that they were so good at arousing her. She had come to think of them as devils or demons.  Her Christian faith told her that such men could be manifestations of Satan’s own servants.  Luis drove her crazy with talk that she had become a demon and that her very own cunt was home to a dark and malevolent spirit. 

“Yes, the Bible says that Lilith was Adam’s first wife.  But, she was a devil.  In my country we know that many women have a succubus between their legs,” he said.

“Let us see how our succubus likes a cock in her ass,” Luis announced loudly to everyone.

The Captain grinned in agreement; and it was decided. Ayumi began begging since anal penetration was something unspeakably vile to her in her culture. Yet, she felt a sick thrill at the forbidden nature of the act. As Luis explored her anal flower, it was too tight; she had a very small opening so he greased his right index finger first with olive oil to work it into her asshole.  Then, after that, he decided thatthe hilt of a small knife was what he really needed to open her up.

Ayumi attempted to avoid it and wriggled furiously as the First Mate deliberately pressed the butt end up against her taut pinkish-brown anus, slowly and patiently worked it into her very tight channel. Ayumi begged him to stop, telling him that this was “indecent” and to please put the object where it belonged: in her snug vagina.

But the First Mate ignored her, smiling evilly as he continued to work on her asshole. The others crowded in close to watch in delight as the tight ring of muscle relaxed, spread open obscenely and admit theleather covered handle. 

Ayumi cried furiously, and continued to beg him to stop, and she even tried to tighten her sphincter muscles - trying to force the object out. But the attempt was useless, as the hilt slowly disappeared into her rectum with Luis working it in a centimetre at a time. Occasionally he stopped, and slapped her meaty ass; and Caspar and Donato tugged on her engorged nipples.  Ayumi continued to beg, pleading that she would do ANYTHING if Luis would stop.

After a few minutes work and many screams for mercy, her shit-hole was opened up enough to take something larger, like a cock.  To encourage her to really do a good job, and to have more fun, Fang got in on the fun and picked up a bellows that sat near the pot bellied stove used to warm the hut. He thrust the bellows spout into the stove above the flames and pumped it - drawing a full chamber of the sooty hot air.  And then he came over to use it on Ayumi’s helpless body. He tapped the hot metal spout against her tits, tummy and crotch, making her buck wildly.

Next, he touched the tip against her slit and anus - the hot nozzle giving her a bizarre sensation, making her quiver in horror. Following this he greased the spout with fat and slid it up her love tunnel making her stiffen all her muscles, trying to fight the unwelcome invasion.  Fang compressed the handles, first hard and then slow, forcing the bellow plates together to fill the poor princess's pussy with hot gas.

She went crazy, yelling and squealing as her hips and ass gyrated in spasms. Her small, tight birth canal was pumped full, inflated and scoured with hot, cinder air...It was a hellish torment.  After this she said she was ready to take a cock in her virgin ass.  In fact, Fang got her to beg him for this violation, which was taboo in her culture.

The Captain went first...pressed the tip of his cock against her tight anal flower and began to push. He worked his cock in until his groin was pressing against her ass. The he pulled out almost all the way and thrust in hard. He had good stamina and it was some time before she felt his seed gushing into her bowels. Then Fang took his turn.  Then Luis started on her ass while Fang walked around the table to where her head was resting on the edge.

“Clean my cock,” he barked at her!”

She had already learned better than to object and soon had cocks in both her ass and mouth.

“That is a good little whore...Ayumi-chan. Now, we will teach you how to take three cocks at once,” Fang said to her.

Luis took his turn fucking her ass for awhile and after he came, he  pulled out and yanked her to her feet by her hair.  Casper got on his back and they made Ayumi straddle his hips and take his brown, uncircumcised cock in her pussy.  Then Donato worked his thin,uncircumcised cock into her tight ass.  Fausto got in front of her face and made her take his big cock in her mouth.  They used all three of her holes at the same time. She was pushed and pulled like a doll. Fang stood by and whispered to her that she was now a total slut – taking three cocks in her body at the same time proved it.

“You are a real whore, now, Ayumi-chan,” he crooned at her.

Luis then chimed in that she was Lilith incarnate. ‘The fact that she had an orgasm as she was treated like a whore proved it’, he said. She ended up on the floor that night, sobbing at the new depths she had reached.

“I know Jesus will forgive me,” she said wiping her tears.  Luis was more pessimistic. “You will burn in hell, whore. And you know it,” he said to her cruelly.

Donato and Caspar that night were fascinated by what Fang did to her with the bellows and later came up with a nasty variation they used on Ayumi, with Fausto’s encouragement, to “train” her.  They obtained a rubber bulb, in the shape of a “pear” from machinery they had cannibalized and connected a rubber tube to the small end of the bulb.  Then, they connected the tube to the spout of the bellows. When they pumped the bellows it made the pear expand in size like a warm balloon.  This they soon inserted into Ayumi’s small, tight womanhood to tease and torment her. 

It was hard going in…but she soon found her vagina pulsating and throbbing in time as the two inflated the bulb and then released the pressure. Inflated it and then let it deflate.  Making it big and then letting it shrink. Caspar rubbed her clit harder and harder and they were able to make her cum this way. When this got old, they inflated it to its maximum capacity, to give Ayumi a “pregnant experience”.

As it got bigger and bigger inside her birth canal, it pressed against the other organs in her body and her whole lower tummy began to bulge alarmingly, making her groan. She put her hands on her belly and felt herself.

“It is going to tear me. I feel...I feel…oh…uh…oh… like I am going to explode,” she cried out.

The intrusion took over her mind and body.  As her vagina was stretched to the maximum, wider and deeper than she had ever been stretched before, Ayumi groaned like a woman giving birth. It pressed on her G-spot, her urethra and the deep pocket at the end of her hole in such a way that her eyes began to tear as she gasped and gasped.

Having her small, shallow, tight hole stretched by the fully inflated bulb was an eye-watering experience for her.  Especially when Luis or Fausto played with her clitoris to add pleasure to the pain…They did not let the air out of the warm balloon until they had made her cum.  It was quite a memorable experience for the once virginal girl.

Eventually, the idea was that they would use the device to stretch her asshole…to expand her anal tunnel so that she could fetch a good price in the slave market by being able to take any size cock in her rectum.  Japanese women,known for their tight orifices,were in high demand in those years. But, despite their high-minded ideas about “training” Ayumi, the two perverts just loved torturing her with the device. 

Donato worked the bulb into the tiny oral space of her mouth too; and soon had Ayumi's eyes bugging out of her head when he began pumping the bellows, making her cheeks balloon and straining her jaws, while Caspar holding his hard cock, slapped her bulging cheeks in time as his comrade tortured her.

They eventually were able to force the bulb in her tight, virgin ass…inflating it some, despite her cries for mercy. It was painful, but combined with two fingers in her pussy, they discovered, much to their delight, that they could make the slim Japanese girl cum and even spurt from her urethra, despite the pain in her ass.

In order to keep the men entertained, the Captain introduced a new performance - a pole dance. A pole about 4 centimetres in diameter was sunk in the ground in the centre of the compound. The end was been carved and shaped to look like a cock. The length of the pole was carefully adjusted so that it was just inside Ayumi’s vagina when she was on tiptoe and deep inside her when she was flat-footed.  And then they greased with cooking fat.

Ayumi was brought out, stripped and made to spread her legs.  They rubbed and fingered her until she was wet and juicy, tied a cord around her neck and tied her thumbs to the cord.  Next, they lifted her up to straddle the pole and sat her down on it. The drums would begin and she was made to dance – squatting up and down, swivelling her hips and wriggling in time to the music. 

In order to make her really fuck the pole, someone would be elected the “dance teacher”. He would whip her ass or use a switch on her tits and nipples, which was particularly effective in getting her going.   It made a cruel noise every time it landed and this added to Ayumi’s moaning and groaning added to the entertainment.

She squatted down and stood up.  Squatted and stood up – over and over again, fucking herself on the pole.  It looked so obscene to see a beautiful young Japanese woman fucking herself like that.  Someone would spread her ass cheeks and tickle her anus with some nettles to make her fuck herself even harder.  Soon, the itch in her asshole was maddening.  From the way shetwitched and writhed, everyoneknew it was hellish.  The nettles were handed off to another pirate who used it on her asshole or whipped her buttocks with it. 

Soon, Ayumi was fucking herself silly on the pole.  She grunted, moaned and squatted up and down like a demented doll.  Pirates came up and pulled on her nipples so hard, that it seemed they would tear them off.  They kept this up and often this was what she needed to cum.  She always came on the pole.  Her ass, when it was over, was stippled with a sting rash and scored with weals.  It looked like she’d been stung by bees; and the pole was lathered with her pussy juice. 

Then for the next hour, men used her ass while she squatted with the pole in her cunt. Then there would be another dance followed by another session of ass fucking. She started dancing at sunset and was on the pole for hours…This proved so popular that it was done for four nights straight. 

One night, after supper, when everyone was sitting around drinking and Junko and Daisuke were clearing the table, Luis brought out a small cylindrical ivory statuette about twenty  centimetres tall.  He had found it among Ayumi’s things.  The patina of age suggested it was old; and that perhaps it had been rubbed smooth from handling.

The statuette was carved in the form of a man with his hands resting on his upper back and his elbows pressed against the sides of his head. He wore a loin cloth and his feet were crossed showing nail holes.  His head was turned to the right with his chin on his chest.  The way it had been designed the top was slightly wider than the rest of the statue. Ayumi had been given the artefact by a fellow Christian and simply thought of it as a representation of the crucified Christ.

She had no ideaof its real purpose. Luis, with everyone laughing, held it up and told Ayumi to look at it with one eye closed and she would see what it really was. Ayumi, seeing the outline clearly for the first time, was dumbstruck.  Luis explained that the religious statuette was actually ashunga netsukeintended to resemble a man's erect cock. And that it was really a dildo to be used by women to masturbate.  Ayumi was sitting at Fausto’s feet – bare-breasted andwearing only a short skirt like the kind worn bythe women of the Dumagat people of the central Philippine islands. 

At this revelation, she was horrified and felt very foolish that she didn’t know what the statuette really was until the pock-marked First Mate explained it.  She looked over and saw Junko, standing in the lighted doorway of the mess hut, laughing at her.  She looked around and Donato, Caspar, and the others were laughing at her expense too.  Obviously, everyone knew what it was but her.

“Now, here is something extra,” Luis explained, holding the statuette up. “Notice that the top is nice and wide and smooth.  It is intended, of course, for a lady’s purse! Ah, but, notice how the elbows…Ah…the elbows…they point up to heaven,” he said laughing. “They are perfectly angled if you want to tickle milady’s clitoris or stretch her asshole!  Depending on how you hold it, of course.”

Some of the men began applauding and whistling at this. He was very entertaining, but Ayumi felt sharply humiliated.  Her faith was being mocked as well as her naiveté.  As the laughter died down, Fausto turned to Luis and grinning, said, “you should show our little succubus how it works!”

Ayumi looked at Fausto and then at Luis and as the assembled pirates began clamouring for her to be violated with the statuette, she knew she was doomed.  They got her up on the table where everyone had just supped and made her spread her legs.  Donato and Luis worked on her pussy getting her wet and her clitoris erect, but she was already hot and moist when they spread her legs.  She was becoming accustomed to being degraded and forced to cum.  Luis used the Christ netsuke on her clitoris and fucked her in her vagina with it to make her cum.  She ended up with her legs shaking and twitching, the orgasm was so intense.

Finally, he used it to stretch her small, tight anus. It was only after he had worked the whole thing in her rectum that Ayumi was allowed to stand and then he made her walk around with it in her ass to shame her.  She had to go around the table, bend over and lift her short skirt to display the feet of the Christ netsuke poking out of her tight brown puckered asshole.The lapsed Catholic First Mate really knew how to mentally and physically torture her.

The skirt that Ayumi was wearing was part of a mode of dress that had developed in the weeks she was in pirate’s sanctuary.  Fausto had Junko make some things for Ayumi to wear. The old woman cut and sewed her kimonos and her underclothes as well as scraps of cloth from around the compound.  The one thread that tied everything together was that they were designed to make Ayumi look like a whore - so that her tits, legs or butt were accentuated or on display.

It was just another way to degrade her and all of theseclothes caused her shame. It was especially mortifying that some of them had been made from her own beautiful kimonos.But the display of her body also made her more susceptible to being aroused and this caused her suffering as well.

Chapter 11

Pony Girl

And then there was the night the Princess was “ponyified” (treated like a misbehaving pony).  It was the Captain’s idea.  Her highness wasgagged with a dirtyrag in her pouty mouth, with akoi-tten wrapped several times around her head.  Luis shoved awooden plug up her butt with horse hair attached to it, very humiliating– like it was a “tail”. And Fang attached two thin pieces of bamboo as clamps on her royal nipples.

They shackled her handsand bound herankles spread wide on a pole.  After this,  the stable boy, Daisuke, was given a switch and encouraged to beat her like she was a bad pony.Hobbling around, she tried to follow instructions, but when she didn’t perform properly, he got to whip her hard on her butt.  They even harnessed her to a small wagon and made her pull it around the compound.

This was another very low point for Ayumi…

She was taunted and mocked by themen and even Junko came out of the mess hut to gape and chuckle at her humiliation.  When the game came to an end, Daisuke was encouraged to mount his pony and poor Ayumi had to endure the shame of having her own stable boy fuck her in front of jeering foreigners and her former maidservant.  It was hugely mortifying.

When the 18 year old boy was ready to “go” again, Fang, to be perverse, ring-gagged Ayumi and had Daisuke feed his swollen ball sack through her ring-gagged mouth, choking her as she gagged on his wiry hairs rubbing against her lips. With his nut sack in her mouth, her cheeks ballooned like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter.  His throbbing erection bobbed up and down and slapped her pert nose; as her hot breath gave him pleasure. It was a very obscene game.

Fang and Luiseventually got the boy to feed his hot cock into her mouth, slap her porcelain face to make her suck harder; and forced her to use her tongue to bathe his leaking pee-hole before they encouraged him to cruelly stuff his full erection down her throat.  When he was all the way in,his cockhead rested at the entrance to her throat, making her gag, and this put his hairy crotch pressing and banging against herface, the hair scratching her delicate skin mercilessly. To be violated by her stable boy that night was one of the lowest points in Ayumi’s journey of humiliation.

Chapter 12

Junko’s Slave

Ayumi had little contact with Junko, her former maidservant. The old woman now had a new job and was busy all the time, cooking for forty-five hungry men. She was now the camp’s cook and “doctor”.  She had carved out a life for herself and Ayumi couldn’t help but be resentful at the turn of events. The older woman was smart enough to ingratiate herself with the Captain and she soon built a working relationship with Quartermaster Fang too.   Ayumi, for her part, felt hatred for Junko as she had betrayed her. Occasionally she saw the older woman hauling water or harvesting vegetables from the garden.

As a reward for treating a pirate who had been bitten by a snake, the Captain told her she was entitled to a reward and asked her what she’d like. The heavy-set woman with the plain face smiled and said, “a night with Ayumi”.

Fausto grinned. He knew there was no love lost between them and so he acquiesced to her request.  The very next night, Ayumi was delivered to Junko.  The older woman knew exactly what she wanted to do to the once haughty Princess.  First she would “discipline” her and then she would make her serve her.

When Casper fetched her, Ayumi wondered where she was being taken and when he dumped her off at the small hut Junko had been given, Ayumi was incensed.  She turned her face away from Junko, who didn’t notice or care.  The older woman pointed to a stool and Ayumi, who was dressed in rags, sat down.

“What do you want with me, traitor,” she spat?

“Oh, I just wanted to spend some time with my former mistress.  Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Perhaps you have arrived at a place that was just right for you all along,” she said to her with real malice in her voice.

Ayumi wanted to scratch her eyes out, but wisely waited to see what she wanted. At that moment, Daisuke showed up.  After the humiliation of being his “pony girl” Ayumi couldn’t look him in the eye. 

“Help me bind her, Daisuke,” Junko said, sending off alarm bells with Ayumi.

Before she could do anything, the old woman and the young stable boy had wrestled her to the central beam supporting the hut. They pulled off her clothes and tied her hands above her head.

Ayumi looked over when this was done to see that Junko had gotten one of her cotton koi tten and rolled it up. She put this between Ayumi’s thighs - then began pulling it slowly to and fro - working the material into a thin, wet cord in her crack.  Ayumi gasped and moaned as Junko worked it back and forth thru the lips of her cunt.  

Daisuke laughed as Ayumi tried to stand up on her toes to avoid what Junko was doing to her.  The old woman began sawing her hands back and forth using the full length of the wet cotton with each stroke.  The poor girl struggled in Daisuke’s gripas he held her still.  There was nothing she could do.

After a minute of this, Ayumi began writhing and gasping at the slightest movement. That’s when Junko stopped and felt between her legs.  Grinning, she held up her fingers...glistening with Ayumi’s feminine secretions.  Daisuke laughed at her humiliation.

The old woman pulled the cord tight again and continued to masturbate her.  Ayumi bit her lip as she was trying to ignore what the maddening friction of the wet cotton against her sensitive sex lips was doing to her. Junko, with cruel skill, pulled the material back and forth so that Ayumi’s sensitive bits: her labia, clitoris, urethra, the vaginal opening and her anus were being teased unmercifully. 

Each indignity and Ayumi’s increasingly agitated reactions brought a fresh round of chuckles and grins from Daisuke. The Princess looked at his boyish face and saw the depths of the depravity to which he had descended.  ‘To enjoy sexual torture is a mark of a degraded person’, she said to herself as she looked at him.

Junko began to vigorously manipulate the cord.  She wanted to make Ayumi have an orgasm.  The old woman pulled the wet cord right up against her clitoris; and this made Ayumi beg and whimper.  Watching her face for her reactions, Junko grinning, whipped the cord left and right to work her clitoris.  The Princess’s moans suddenly became louder, her hips bucking and jerking. 

Now that she had gotten Ayumi close to cumming, Junko slowed down, tantalizing her.  Daisuke heard Ayumi, teased to the point of distraction, begin whimpering and then beg to be allowed toiku iku (cum). Her muscles were as tight as a drum.  Finally, after Junko made her beg like a little girl, she jerked the cord to and fro in a blur and made Ayumi reach a tumultuous orgasm.  Ayumi, ashamed, hid her face.  Junko came over and took her face in her two hands and lifted it up.  She tilted her face to look at the boy.

“Look at Daisuke. Show him your shameful face. Show him your face of shame, slut,” she scolded her.

Ayumi began to sob softly.  Then Junko had the boy help her get Ayumi down on her bunk.  She was like a child in their hands at this point and let herself be led.  They tied her hand and foot.

“Watch, boy and see what you can learn,” Junko said to him as her heavy tits bobbed and jiggledas she got on the bunk straddlingAyumi who gasped when the older woman pinched her nostrils shut.

Gasping for air, she opened her mouth to breathe.  That’s when Junko grabbed her tongue and pulled it out of her mouth, as far as it would go.  She pointed to her own crotch. 

“Your tongue belongs to me,” she said to her as she pulled up her skirts.

She pointed again to the hairy grove between her heavy thighs and to Ayumi’s tongue again. Junko wore no underclothes; and the meaning was very clear.  Ayumi was sickened at the thought.  The thought of having to put her mouth on her former maidservant’s pussy disgusted her.  Junko then spun around and knelt with her knees on either side of Ayumi’s head, facing her feet.

Underneath, Ayumi was overwhelmed by Junko’s heavy, fleshy thighs and the dimpled, fat buttocks descending on her.  The mat of the woman’s pubic hair was thick and coarse and it covered her full labia and went up her belly to her navel and around her anus.  A large clitoris poked out of the full, pulpy sex lips. 

The smell was musky and strong.  Junko spread herself open with her fingers and squatted so that as she sat on Ayumi’s face, her clitoris rubbed Ayumi’s chin. Then she lowered herself fully so that her vaginal opening covered Ayumi’s mouth.  She joked with Daisuke that she was going to go for a “ride” now.

In this position, Ayumi’s pert, little nose was pressed right up against Junko’s asshole.  The smell was strong and objectionable, and it made the Princess gag.  Junko grabbed Ayumi’s brown nipples and began to pull and twist them.  So encouraged, Ayumi was forced to kiss and lick Junko’s pulpy, smelly pussy, as the older woman squatted over her.  When Junkojust sat down, Ayumi’s mouth was squashed up against her wet pussy.

Junko then said sweetly to her, “Stick your tongue in my hole.” 

Ayumi worried about Junko smothering her.  Her nose continued to rub the older woman’s asshole; and the woman’s pussy flowed heavily.   The amount of her womanly secretions was overwhelming as Ayumi licked, kissed and inserted her tongue into the hole, making her whole face wet in the process. 

Junko frigged herself back and forth on Ayumi’s face using her to masturbate herself.  Ayumi had to keep swallowing and work to keep breathing so she

didn’t suffocate.  Whenever Junko told her to, Ayumi thrust her tongue out as far as it could go, soJunkocould wipe herself on it from clitoris to vagina.  Daisuke sat there staring with an erection tenting his loincloth.  He quietly put his hand down under his loincloth to touch himself.

Junko “rode” back and forth over the girl’s face.  Then the older woman’s hips and ass did a little jig as she came and gushed pussy cream.  There was so much, what did not end up in Ayumi’s mouth was smeared all over her face.Junko then rode her to another wet cum.  This time, after she came, she sat on Ayumi’s face fully and smothered her. 

Ayumi moaned and tried to yell that she couldn’t breathe; she felt like she was suffocating.  It triggered her gag reflex and fear of asphyxiation.  When it was over Ayumi was exhausted and humiliated with her face and neck wet with pussy cream.  Junko untied her and let her get up.

Junko then turned to Daisuke and said, “I will bet you are ready to spill your seed.  Use her mouth.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice.  As Ayumi whimpered, he took out his cock from his trousers and loincloth and shoved his cock at her.  She got down on her knees in front of him and without being told, took his cock in her small hands. She began to kiss and lick it lovingly and tenderly.  Daisuke groaned as itfelt wonderful.  Soon, she was sucking on it and after a while he took her head in his hands to pull her mouth back and forth on his cock.

As his excitement built, he began breathing harder and sweating now, his movements became more agitated.  Ayumi had begun to drool and this saliva and his penis leaking pre-cum had lubricated her mouth to let him fuck her faster and smoother. She kept her tongue pressed tightly to the underside of his prick as he pistoned it in and out.  Soon, he began grunting and moaning and as she sucked harder, he ejaculated with a roar.  She gulped and swallowed his load like he was her loving husband.

After this and to cap off the sessionJunko, who wasas much as sadist as Fang, had something really gross and nasty in store for Ayumi. The two of them hauled her up by her hair and bound her with her hands over her head to the central beam again.  Junko began to play with her labia and her clitoris, spreading and rubbing her sex lips and her nubbin…playing with them and then inserting her fingers into her small, still tight cunt.  When Ayumi’s cunt was again wet and juicy, Junko showed her what she had for her.  It was in a bucket with a lid.

Ayumi shrieked when she saw that there was a small, green snake in the bucket.  Junko grabbed it and held it up to show her.  It was about thirty-eight centimetres long (fifteen inches) and as thick as two fingers.  It writhed and squirmed, as Ayumi, horrified, stared.   Daisuke had gone outside and returned carrying a ferret-like animal in a small cage, a mongoose. 

He held up the cage and the mongoose started chattering showing extreme excitement.The snake also reacted, squirming wildly. It wanted to get away and hide in a nice, dark hole.  Daisuke pulled the cage behind his backas Junkomade Ayumi spread her legs.  Using her fingers Junko spread the petals of Ayumi’s cunt open, and brought the snake close to her vagina. 

When she saw what Junko was doing, Ayumi cried out to the boy, “please do not let her do this to me, Daisuke!” 

But he would not help her.  As Junko put the snake’s head, with its forked tongue flicking in and out, right at the opening to her vagina, Daisuke brought the caged mongoose out from behind his back and close to Ayumi’s crotch.   The serpent, with its head right at the opening to Ayumi’s hole, heard the mongoose, and literally flew into Ayumi’s hole. The reptile rapidly squeezed, slithered and wiggled into her sexhole until it was all the way in. 

Ayumi began to scream like a lunatic. She humped her hips back and forth, with her legs open, trying to get the thing out of her pussy. But the snake, fearing the mongoose and sensing the safety that the warm, wet hole providedwas in her cunt to stay.  As Ayumi wriggled and writhed, Junko and the boy smiled as this was better than either one had hoped.

Ayumi spread her legs wide and squatted down a little and tried to squeeze the snake out with the muscles of her vagina.  The more she did that the more the reptile wriggled into the deepest recesses of her hole to get away.  Her stomach swelled andundulated as the snake squirmed and wriggled inside her - turning around and around. It looked obscene. Daisuke went out to tell everyone to come and see what they’d done to her.  Soon, a gaggle of pirates had squeezed into Junko’s small hut to to see what the commotion was about and stayed to watch, make comments and heckle Ayumi.

Now that the initial horror of having a snake inside her had subsided somewhat, Ayumi became conscious of other sensations.  For instance, the balled serpent, wedged solidly in her hole, pressed on all the sensitive nerves inside her.As it wriggled around, Ayumi felt the powerful stirrings of sexual arousal. The snake rubbed against her G-Spot and the urethral sponge, making her hot.

The snake would lie quietly for awhile, and then something she did, some movement on her part frightened it, and it would thrash around inside her. The expressions that crossed her pretty features were priceless.  The emotions of fear, horror, disgust, arousal, shame and self-loathing flashed across her facelike a storm on a summer’s day.

With her legs held open to encourage the snake to come out of her, it made for a lewd spectacle.  When the snake poked its head out, Daisuke quickly thrust the caged mongoose close to her crotch again making the snake dart back inside so fast it made the onlookers laugh. And the sensation of the snake’s broad headdilating and working her vaginal sphincter made Ayumi moan. 

Seeing this, Junkocame over to rub her pussy and this disturbed the reptile.  It thrashed around and as she continued to rub Ayumi’ssex lips and clitoris, this made the snake go crazy.  This made for a disgusting sex act as Ayumi was being fucked by the snake while Junko masturbated her.  She humped her hips back and forth, wriggling around and moaning as Junko worked her nubbin and gother very close to cumming.

Junko rubbed her clitoris hard and made her cum and then forced her into two more orgasms. After this, she untied her, and the onlookers went into gales of laughter as Ayumi tried, with her fingers, to get the snake out of her pussy.  Of course, the snake, frightened, curled itself into a tighter ball deep in her hole. Ayumi began crying in frustration. 

Junko got her lying down on the table and quieted her down.  She then began pressing  methodically on Ayumi’s belly and soon got the snake to slither out of her pussy.  The Princess had the serpent inside her for almost two hours.  Afterwards, Ayumi broke down completely crying and sniffling with mucus running from her nose. 

Junko, maternally, condescendingly comforted her by holding a dirty rag up to her runny nose, wiping it and saying “blow” like a mother would with a child.  The demeaning, degrading and condescending affection just devastated Ayumi, coming from the former maidservant who’d betrayed her.

“Aw, poor baby, poor little Ayumi-chan.  That is it.  Blow your nose.  Good little girl!”

Ayumiwas emotionally exhausted, but the ordeal that night was finally over.  During the time Ayumi was at the pirate’s hideaway, she was treated night and day as a slave.  Every single degradation that could be inflicted on such a person was done to her. Men yanked and pulled her hair. She was slapped across the face. She was caned and whipped in public. She was made to perform menial tasks; and sexual acts on demand. 

She was forced to be subservient (walking a pace behind, kneeling, only speaking when spoken to, kissing and licking the feet, buttocks, anusand cock of any pirate who wanted it.).  Her freedom was suppressed. She was punished like a childfor misbehaviour by being forced to stand in punishment positions, or restrained.  She had tobe completely nude most of the time; and had to wear a collar as a sign of their “ownership” of her. And finally, former servants got to witness her humiliation as well as abuse her too.

Chapter 13

The Slave Market

After a few more weeks, Captain Fausto had his men shave and pluck Ayumi’s pubic hair again so she was as bare as a baby’s ass andcut the hair on her head short. He gave her to the blacksmith, a crusty old Welshman named Dylan, to brand her.  She was tightly bound on her back and then trembling and pleading, she watched him turn the brands in the fire.  He picked up a brand and showedit to her first. Ayumi stared, but did not understand what the brand meant.

It was the small letter “P” (for prostituta - Portuguese for whore).  She did not understand any English, but Dylan, seeing the question in her eyes, pointed to it and said the word for whore in Portuguese.  Ayumi winced at this and her eyes filled instantly with tears. He shoved the brand back into the hot coals, until it was glowing; then he used it to brand heron her right cheek - just below her eye.  The pain was intense and she almost fainted.  He gave her time to recover and then showed her a second brand. 

This one wasthe stylized image of a man’s cock and balls.  Ayumi groaned when she saw it.  She knew it would be massively humiliating to be seen in public disfigured with this brand and the one on her cheek. It would forever mark her a “whore”.He heated this instrument in the the fire and when it was white hot, he branded Ayumi on her stomach, underneath her belly button, with the head of the cock pointing to her cunt.

Following this, he turned her over and branded her on her left buttock with the cock pointing to her asshole.  Ayumi was now totally objectified as a whore. She had been reduced to a “thing”. As a final indignity, the Welshman fitted her, like an animal, with a leather collar connected to a lead. 

Fausto had decided it was time to sell his prize, and when Ayumi recovered from the shock of branding, he, Luis, Fang and a crew of twenty-fivesailed to the northeast side of the island. They landed on a beach at night and, by mule cart, took Ayumi to the slave market twenty-four kilometres (fifteen miles) distant.  And so the Princess finally reached the slave market in Formosa – naked and branded. When they got to the town, she was led through the streets with cries of, “make way for Princess Ayumi, the daughter of the Emperor of Japan.”

Ayumi couldn’t look at any of the faces of the men, women and children lining the way.  They hurled taunts and mocked her.  Each was like an arrow in her tender flesh. They finally reached the slave market after parading her naked through the town.Ayumi was sweating by the time Luis and Fang herded her into a small shack to wait.  Shortly,Ayumi was led out by her leash up on a stage about 3½ metres high. The auctioneer,a flabby, older Vietnamese named Duong with a thin moustache`, took her lead from Luis. He was held a dog whip in his left hand.

He told her in broken Japanese, “Arms over your head, clasp your hands together…and spread your legs.”

The benches facing the stage were full of every sort of buyer:  plantation owners, shopkeepers, wealthy individuals and brothel owners.  The auctioneerbegan his examination of Ayumi.  And this was how they displayed a slave in those days: first,he examined her face; made her open her mouth to inspect her teeth and gums;felt her breasts; pinched and pulled on her nipples; examined and palpated her stomach; patted her mound; inspected her legs; turned her around and examined her back; pinched and slapped her buttocks; turned her around again; inched his hand slowly up her thigh; explored her pussy; inserted his fingers into her hole and felt around, getting them wet in the process.

This “exam” was designed to show the buyers that the woman was healthy and sound. But its real purpose was get the audience excited. And when Duong pulled his  fingers, wet and dripping, virtually connected to her hole with strings of  vaginal mucus, the audience went wild while Ayumi struggled to control her emotions.  Then, he began his sales pitch. Since it was in Chinese, Ayumi didn’t know what he was saying…

He said, “this is Ayumi, the daughter of the Emperor of Japan. She is 23 years old and has been well used by the crew that captured her.  Note her well-developed tits and pussy eager to be used by men.”

He ordered her to turn around and, after a moment, touch the floor with both hands.

“Note her shapely, wide hips and her meaty ass which is now well used and open for play.”

Then he told her to turn around, put her hands behind her head and face the audience.He told her to spread her legs, bend backwards and touched the whip handle to her right tit. Then he ran the handle down to her pussy, tapped it on her thighs to make her open her legs; andthen he shoved it up her cunt; inciting the audience of older male buyers to lick their lips and rub their chins thoughtfully.  Ayumi struggled to control herself…

“What am I bid for this slut who is eager to serve men in every way?”

There was strong bidding and finally, a big, corpulent Chinese named Wencheng, purchased her.  He conferred with the auctioneer and when the man held up one finger, Wencheng shook his head ‘no-no-no’.  Duong wanted to do one final thing with Ayumi to pump the crowd up for the next several slaves he had to sell.  He wanted to put the “blue-blood”Princess on the Spanish Donkey. 

He knew this would sexually provoke the audience and lift the sales “atmosphere” to a higher level.  He was offering Wencheng a small discount, if he would agree.  Wencheng didn’t have any specific objection to Ayumi being put on the Donkey, but wanted to grind the auctioneer a few ducats for the privilege. They made a deal, and poor Ayumi was subjected to another indignity. 

The men who worked for the market set the Spanish Donkey down on the platform.  This was a device with a long history in Spanish speaking countries to punish or torture women.   Attached to a wood base were two posts. Affixed to the posts was a sharp wooden triangle. It was a simple contraption, but an ingenious device designed for the slow, sexual torture of a woman.

These two men came over, grabbed Ayumi, lifted her into the air and set her on the Donkey. Her full body weight was supported only on her crotch - that meant her pussy, perineum and asshole. The helpless girl was now sitting on the sharp wooden triangle, with her full body weight supported on the most tender flesh on her body. Her legs had been forced open by the wide bottom of the triangle. 

They used ropes to keep her balanced and prevent her from falling off.  Her spread labia were visible as she sat on the Donkey.  The device was adjustable for height and the men made it just high enough to force Ayumi onto her tiptoes to protect her tender flesh. She straddled the triangle, tied loosely but well enough that she couldn’t dismount.

As the men in the audience watched enraptured, Ayumi waited, helpless, as the inevitable muscle fatigue slowly set in. After many long minutes her calves finally tired and she used the last of her strength to lower herself as gently as possible onto the hard, sharp triangle.  Her delicate pussy flesh was pressed between the edge of the wood and her pelvis, giving her the first of many small bruises on her sex.  Moments later she rose again, but only for a few minutes.

Muscles throbbing, again she lowered herself, carefully positioning her weight on a new place.  It took longer to summon the strength to rise each additional time, but after long seconds she pushed herself up, sweating from the exertion.  As she “rode” her tender pussy flesh swelled and comfort became impossible. So, she squirmed and wriggled constantly and was soon “bobbing” up and down on the triangle like she was actually riding a donkey.

To punish her more, the men attached small wooden clamps to her brownnipples, making her groan and cry out.  One of them came forward a few minutes later and attached a weight to each clamp.  This pulled her nipples down towards her waist, adding to her misery.  As Ayumi went up and down on the triangle her tits bobbed and swayed – each up and down movement tugged and jerked on them.  She was soon groaning and begging for release.

Next, one of the men used a thin bamboo cane to whip her on her full meaty butt as she rode. He whipped the loaves of her ass hard, the sound like a pistol shot, which left thin angry marks everywhere it landed and made her ordeal immediately unbearable. With all of this adding to her suffering, she began bawling that she would do ‘anything’ if they would release her.

“PLEASE LET ME OFF! PLEASE…PLEASE!”

They took her off.  The auctioneer then announced dramatically, “we have more women who are even better than this one.  Who will do anything for the right owner! Stand by and get ready for pleasure!”

Chapter 14

The Brothel

Ayumi began anew life of sexual abuse and pain. She soon learned she had been purchased for a brothel that specialized incruelty and pain. Her owner, Wencheng, was not only fat, but very cruel, controlling and cunning.  He soon discovered that she had super sensitive nipples, so to take full advantage of her handicap, he hadspecial metal clamps designed whichhe attached to her nipples.

She began work at dusk as a featured performer.The clamps were attached to her nipples; and with her arms above her head her wrists were secured to an overhead beam.Then cords were attached to her nipple clamps and secured to the beam also.  Her pussy and ass was then auctioned off to the highest bidder.  Shehad to stand while one man fucked her cunt and another man sodomized her ass. As she was penetrated and the two men began to hump and pummel her,her nipples received a terrible stretching.  Her wild, agonized reactions and frenzied orgasms made her very popular.

After her exhibition, Wencheng had her working as a serving wench.  Hehad her fitted with a leather collar designed so that a wooden pole could be attached to it over her shoulders. Her wrists were bound to the ends of the pole so that she was completely exposed and unable to protect herself in any way. Then wooden trays were hung from the ends of the pole and jugs of beer or liquor were placed on the trays.

She was required to circulate among the tables so customers could order a drink. Of course, she was completely naked and the men were free to feel her tits, cunt and ass as they wished. She would be punished with a cane if she spilled anything. They paid for their drink by stuffing the coins in her pussy.

After midnight, her holes were for rent at two different prices. The low price was for public use, the high price allowed the customer to use her on a bunk in a screened off alcove.  Most of her customers preferred the low price. She worked from midnight to sunrise.Any customer who was dissatisfied or sadistic could hurt her by pulling on the clamps.

After some months, Wencheng devised a new act for her, a contest. At sundown, she was up on stage, in front of the audience,kneeling on a bench tethered by her nipple clampsto a peg.  A man from the audience paid to see if her could fist her and make her scream within 3 minutes.  He was declared a “winner” if, before the sand ran out of an hourglass, he could get his whole fist into her pussy and made her scream in the process.  His  “prize”: he was then allowed to beat her for fifteen minutes.

He was given a thin, freshbamboo cane and allowed to beat her on her ass andbetween her legs on her sensitive pussy and tight anus.Her screams would have sickened most normal men but those watching the show just cheered, laughed or applauded. After this ordeal, she worked as a waitress until midnight and then as a whore until morning.

Sometimes Wencheng took her with him when he went to the open-air market in the early morning hours. One day, while shopping, a mongrel dog cameover and started sniffing her cunt.  She was wearing a short skirt and nothing on underneath. Wencheng made her kneel with her head in the dirt and her ass in the air.

The dog licked her cunt and a circle of men formed, laughing and cheering at the show. They tossed money to her owner.  After this, he made Ayumi hump aman’s leg like a dog and do it until she came.  This excited the crowd and he sold several blow jobs as a result of her“performance”.

That gave him an idea. He had his one of his underlings, a Chinese named Shen,procure a big male dog and track down a female dog in heat.  Shen pulled on a heavy glove and wiped the bitch’s oozing vaginawith a sponge - which he then dropped into a jar and sealed. The sponge was now saturated with juice from the cunt of a female bitch in heat. 

He then delivered the jar to Wencheng.  On the next trip to the market, just before he and Ayumi arrived, Wencheng anointed her crotch and nipples with the pungent sponge. Shen had also gone to the market walking the dog on a leash.  When he saw Wencheng and got the signal, hebrought the dog over. The animal smelled a bitch in heat and went wild. Wencheng let it smellAyumi’s her whiffy pussy.

Its big, wet tongue shot out to lick her slit and everywhere between her legs.  This soon attracted a crowd of onlookers, mostly men.  As the dog’s pink tongue lapped ather pussy furiously, it began to drool and ooze her feminine love cream. Wencheng then stripped Ayumi to the waist to provide more of a show for the crowd.Her brown nipples got as hard as pebbles as the dog licked her.  Ayumi was thoroughly shamed by all this. She was aroused against her will as the dog’s tongue was soft, powerful and wet.

With her legs spread, the dog’s cold nose ended up on her clitoris as the beastlapped every fold and crevice of her pussy from her vaginal opening thru her labia to her clitoris...and made her moan when it thrust its tongue into her hole.  Between the dog’s copious saliva and her secretions, herpussy got very wet and hot.  She whimpered, moaned, and then climaxed, flowing morehot, pussy cream.To being forced to do this in public opened a floodgate in her mind.  To be made to cum by a dog was a new degradation. The most humiliating one yet. 

Wencheng and Shen then made her suck the dog’s dick.  Its organ had dropped down and it was obscene: blood red in colour and drooling canine sex-slime. The idea of sucking its cock was repulsive and disgusting to her, but it was alsoperversely arousing too.Wencheng made her kneel so that the drooling, hot, red tip was right in her face.  Shen then held the cock behind the swelling “knot” at the base so she could give the tip wet, sucking kisses, run her tongue all over it and then suck it. 

This made the dog’s cock spurt even furiously.  It squirted semen like a hose and whatdidn’t end up in her mouth landed on her face which got wet - glistening with the dog’s cum.  Her cheeks bulged from the copious amounts of watery cum until she swallowed; then her cheeks bulged again. 

Then, Shen asked the crowd if they wanted to see the dog “mate” with her.  Of course, the answer was, ‘yes’. So, Wencheng forced Ayumi down on all fours.  As Shen led the dog behind her, it knew just what to do.  Excited, it jumped on her back; its front paws wrapping around her ribcageand its hips began humping.  As soon as the dog got the tip into her warm, wet hole it shoved its cock in so fast that all of it, except the knot, went in.  The dog then began fucking her crazy hard - just humping her like she was a bitch.  Ayumi began wailing as the animalhumped her furiously.  It drooled on her and never stopped humping her mercilessly. 

She was soon sweating like a pig; her face, neck, underarms, and back were soon shiny and dripping with sweat.  Ayumi began having multiple, convulsive orgasms that exploded like a string of Chinese firecrackers right there in the market.  The dog’s knot had not entered her and it wasbig.  People began taking bets that wouldn’t fit in her pussy. 

She felt the knot banging against her…trying to get into her hole.  Some people had crowded in closer to study the knot as it pressed against the opening.  It was huge now.  The knot finally stretched the vaginal sphincter open, and as the crowd watched it disappear inside hersome of them beganapplauding.

When it popped inside, Ayumishrieked.  It was both painful and stimulating as her hole had been utterly stretched and distended.  One second it was outside her pussy…and then, the big knot had disappeared inside her.  Her sessions with the rubber bulb stretching her pussy had prepared her a bit for this violation. Those who had bet it would not fit inside her, now scowled.The muscles in her cunt now convulsed against the knot - gripping it hard - and then she CAME!  It was a huge uterine orgasm of epic proportions and by her reactions left no doubt the she had climaxed.

Ayumi waslost in a daze at this point and had several body shaking orgasms, one after another. The dog kept spurting hot cum pumping her full.  And as long as its cock throbbed and gushed, itkept heron the boil. The hot cum and the pressure of the big knot hadturnedher hole into a furnace.  Finally, it came to an end.  The dog’s knotkept the animal locked to her for nearly ten minutes.  When its erection subsided and it pulled back, its cock and the knotfinally popped out.  Ayumi, her cunt drooling a disgusting mixture of dog cum and her copious feminine juices, looked over at those watching her and saw the disgust and scorn in their faces.  She realized she had hit the very depths of debasement. Her journey of degradation and disgrace had reached the nadir, the pits.

Withthe “dog show” over, Wencheng kept Ayumi on her knees and sold blow jobs. It became a profitable sideline for him; and Ayumi became known as“Dog Girl”. Every time she was taken to the market she felt she would go insane.  Much to her everlasting shame, the dog’s tongue and cock made her cum and cum.  On subsequent trips, Wencheng even made her rim the dog’s anus for the crowd’s amusement.  She was once the daughter of the Japanese Emperor; but she had become “Dog Girl” -relegated to kissing a dog’s dirty anus .

She would spend her nights serving drinks and being used as a whore, and the mornings having sex withthe dog in the market and sucking cock. She was allowed to sleep during the afternoon.  It was a rough and stressful routine…but by now Ayumi was fully into a slut slave’s mind.  In a way, she had been reduced to just her sex organs.  She had ceased to exist as the Princess or as a normal woman.  She was now completely a slave anda pervert.

Six months after the auction, Captain Fausto looked in on Ayumi. He was surprised she was still alive. She had a huge belly and was about 8 months pregnant. She wasn’tbringing in much money for Wencheng because she wasn’t new anymore; soFausto was able to buy her back at a bargain price. She looked older and worse for wear, but was grateful the Captain had bought her.  ‘Perhaps he loves me’, she wondered? ‘I hope so. I am in need of a protector’, she said to herself wistfully.

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