Part 2

All three cocks fucked her with a wild abandon. This was more than a simple multiple-penetration bit of intimacy, though. This was a gang-bang, and a fuck-fest with a willing, eager woman. If Michelle were a person with a normal libido and a conventional sexuality, this would have been a rape. But it could not be a rape when the woman devoured the cocks that assaulted her, sucking them into the depths of her body, and feasting on them, and drawing energy from them as if they represented life, itself.

Michelle was drawn deeper and deeper into the whirling maelstrom of unconstrained sexual lust.

The cock fucking her mouth erupted in orgasm, geysering a fountain of come into her mouth and splattering across her face. Drops of come flew in all directions as the penis slid in and out of her mouth, the man reveling in the feel and the look of the creamy white lubricant that adorned the blonde goddess devouring his cock.

A second load of come shot forth onto her face. Michelle cupped her hand under her chin to catch the hot, white semen as it streamed out of her overflowing mouth. She looked up at the tanned, muscular Adonis towering over her, and grinned a wicked smile of deviant desire at him, before she took her handful of come and smeared it into her cheeks and hair.

As she did it, the cock in her ass reached its climax. Michelle cried out as the man's cock pulsed and pumped its load deep into her ass. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck my hot, tight ass with that cock. Shoot your come in my ass! Oh, yes, I love it! More, more, more!"

She hoped that she was loud enough to let her Master hear her.

The spent cock withdrew from Michelle's asshole, leaving a stream of come to drain down the crack of her ass and to mingle with the juices dripping from her cunt. All the while the cock in her pussy continued to pound in and out of her with a powerful, amazing endurance.

A moment later, another cock, bigger and fatter than the previous one worked its way into Michelle's wide-open, relaxed rear entrance. She purred her appreciation with a low, throaty, animal-like growl. And then, fresh male meat was presented to her face, as well.

Michelle was dizzy with the ferocity of it all. Five cocks so far, and she had no idea how many more were clamoring for the opportunity to take her, and to fuck her, and anoint her body.

She slurped this newest cock into her mouth, coating it with the silky white semen from the first pornographic come shot onto her face. She licked the rigid shaft from the tip to the base, getting it nice and wet before she deep-throated its full length in one well-practiced gulp.

And while she fellated the cock in her mouth, the man fucking her ass tortured her with his cocksmanship. He withdrew his penis almost all the way out of her, leaving only the tip inside and holding it there, rocking back and forth just inside her asshole, before sending it back to the depths of her body in a long, steady, gliding motion.

She screamed again, a loud, gut-wrenching wail of lust.

The man stretched out beneath her fucking her pussy began to pattern his thrusts after those of the man in her ass. They each slid their cocks out almost all the way, and then plunged their cocks into Michelle's twin fuck holes, moving as if they were one.

The slow and deliberate tempo of their dual fuck was in marked contrast, though, to what the cock fucking Michelle's face was doing. This man was raping Michelle's mouth with his penis, thrusting his erection as far down her throat as he could force it and then taking his cock all the way out of her mouth and slapping her cheeks with it.

He taunted Michelle with the most vulgar and profane words he could summon while he pulled roughly on her long, blonde hair. "You're a fucking whore for a cock, aren't you blondie? You were born to suck cock. That mouth. Yes, that fucking mouth. That fucking, indescribable, beautiful, incredible mouth."

He waved his erection back and forth in front of her face, teasing her when she kept trying to wrap her lips around it.

"You know, if you weren't a slave, you could have any man you wanted wrapped around your finger, with that mouth and that tongue. You could be a queen or a princess, the way you fuck. A fairy princess cockwhore." He spanked her cheeks with his rigid shaft before he permitted her to take it back down her throat.

Suddenly, another man stepped in front of Michelle's face. Now there were two cocks competing for her mouth, side by side. She took one, and then the other, into her mouth and to the back of her throat. She held the two penises side by side, so she could lick both cock heads simultaneously, her tongue flicking back and forth. She opened her mouth wide, to take both cocks into her mouth, together.

Four cocks. I have four beautiful cocks fucking me at the same time. None of them my Master's but they are all for his pleasure.

An uncountable number of hands descended upon her sweat and come stained body. Hands on her ass, hands on her tits, hands pinching her clit, hands holding her hair, hands everywhere.

The cocks drilling Michelle's cunt and ass accelerated their rhythm. Now, all four men were fucking Michelle fast and hard. All pretense of teasing or sensuality was ripped away. Now, they were fucking her – really fucking – their erections tearing into her body, each one focused only on its own pleasure, its own white-hot, instinctual urge to come.

And Michelle responded in kind, a ravenous and voracious beast devouring and inhaling the four cocks into her body. She was covered in sweat and semen, yet still she wanted more; her body buffeted back and forth between the two cocks competing for her mouth and throat, and the ones battering her cunt and ass.

She was in her element. This was what she lived for - what she dreamed of when she masturbated. Being used as the ultimate fucktoy who wanted nothing more than to have men coat her body with hot, sticky, white come – inside and out, dripping from every hole, smeared across her face, rubbed into her tits and ass, her hair used to wipe the residue of a good fuck from hands and cocks.

Now, the moment of glory rushed upon the five sex-crazed individuals; the four men joined together in an incredibly spectacular orgasmic thunderstorm with Michelle as the conduit, the electricity, the lightning bolt that would set them all on fire.

All four cocks thrust in and out of Michelle's holes as roughly and as savagely as they could. The multitude of hands gripped her body tightly, as if she would otherwise flee or fly away form them. Their hands squeezed her tits, tugged at her hair, held her bucking and gyrating hips, and pinched her swollen, throbbing clit.

The men grunted and groaned, each one summoning all of his remaining power and energy for each plunging thrust. Michelle held the two cocks fucking her face tightly in her hands. Her cunt muscles and her asshole worked equally hard, gripping the cocks that were ripping apart her wet, pink inner flesh; spasming and contracting around the hot, hard poles as if to keep them inside her forever.

Their collective release, when it arrived, was like a thunderclap, a spectacular lightning strike that set each of them on fire in a cataclysmic bonfire of pure ecstasy, of pure lust, and of absolute and unconstrained wickedness.

All four men pulled their cocks out, and geysered long streams of come across Michelle's pliant and eager flesh. Ribbons of come decorated her face and her neck and iridescent pearls of creamy whiteness dripped onto her sweat-sheened tits. More come arced over the beautiful globes of her ass to land on her back, and on the smooth contours of her ass cheeks.

All the while, from the moment the first spurt of come splashed across her face and eyes, Michelle was convulsed by her own gut-wrenching orgasm. Each shot of come that landed on her flesh triggered yet another spasm; quickly reducing her to a quivering, wet shell of a woman; a woman completely consumed.

And someone who had just been fucked beyond most women's wildest dreams.

As she lay on the floor gasping, Michelle knew – beyond a doubt - that she was a woman who had been completely enslaved by her cunt and her clit. Her Master had led her down this path and had transformed her into the shameless, wicked, degenerate fucktoy who had just been used by five complete strangers, and debased far beyond the prim and proper limits and boundaries that society defined as normal.

And she was incredibly, deliriously happy, kneeling on the floor with semen dripping steadily from her cunt, from her asshole, and from her mouth.

When the gang rape was over, each of the men wiped his cock in Michelle's hair, and presented it to her to lick and clean with her tongue. Then, they filed out of the cabin, leaving Michelle still kneeling on the floor, dazed and in awe of her performance and of the evidence of what of what they had done to her oozing from the holes and even the pores of her body and dripping from her slick, wet flesh.

The last one to leave paused and told her, "Do not move. Do not touch your body. The evidence of your obedience is to remain on your body, exactly as it is now. You will be summoned shortly."

"Yes, Sir, I understand," Michelle whispered, her voice hoarse and raspy after having had their many cocks rammed down her throat.

And then she was left alone, with only the sound of her heart and of her breathing to break the silence.

It was more than a few minutes later that Michelle realized that she also heard the sound of the wind and of the waves slapping against the side of the boat. The catamaran had come alive. It was moving. They were underway, on the next step of their journey.

Under the Hood

Michelle waited patiently, kneeling on the floor of the cabin. Still not fully comprehending what had just been done to her, she looked down at her body. The amount of semen smeared across her flesh was amazing, and sure to be the envy of all of the other women on the catamaran. She recounted the variety and the chronology of the penises that had just glorified her body.

Their gifts were still oozing out of her cunt and ass. The taste of them lingered on her lips. She was filled and covered in come, but she was still hungry for more.

The door to the cabin opened quietly, and closed.

Michelle saw a pair of tanned, muscular legs standing in front of her. She lifted her head up to see who had arrived to take her. As her eyes moved up the man's legs, she saw coils of white rope appear within her field of vision. Michelle permitted her eyes to rise as far as the man's waist. She dared not lift them up farther, to look him directly in the eye.

He was wearing cutoff jeans and a white T-shirt. She guessed that he was a member of the crew.

Is he one of the men who just fucked me?

She focused her gaze on the bulge in his pants. It was impossible to tell if his was one of the cocks that had just ravaged her body so completely and so thoroughly.

"Stand up. Stand erect and spread your legs."

"Yes, Sir."

Michelle scrambled to her feet, swaying unsteadily for a moment before she regained her balance. The cramps and soreness in her body were compounded by the new, foreign sensations of being aboard a fast, thoroughbred yacht, slicing through the ocean swells.

"Hold your hands over your head. Press your palms against the ceiling to steady yourself," the sailor advised her.

Michelle still did not dare make eye contact with the man. She continued to hold her gaze on his crotch, while she felt upwards for the low, paneled ceiling.

The crewman moved behind her and began to bind her with the ropes he had brought with him. This bondage was unlike any Michelle had ever experienced before, though. He took one long coil of rope and wound it around and around the upper thigh of her left leg, beginning right at the top, alongside her well-fucked and come-slathered cunt. After winding the rope around her thigh for more than a dozen times, he brought the ends together and tied them snugly together. And then, he used the long leftover tail at one end of the rope to fashion a looped knot.

He repeated the procedure on Michelle's right leg. He tested the bondage by pulling upwards on the loop ends of the ropes wound around her legs, nearly lifting Michelle off the floor.

"Are the ropes comfortable? Do they bind or constrict your skin or cause you pain?" he asked.

Michelle shook her head. "No, Sir, the ropes are snug, but not uncomfortably so. Thank you, Sir, for asking."

Next, the man took a third piece of rope and created a "cross your heart" bra for her. A single strand of rope was crisscrossed around her semen-covered tits and behind her neck before it was tied between her shoulder blades.

The man tugged on the back of Michelle's tit harness, his hand twisting the knotted rope between her shoulders, to see if it was tight enough. It must have been, because without another word, he was kneeling between Michelle's legs, with his curly blonde hair directly beneath Michelle's come-filled cunt.

A tremor of fear raced through Michelle at the thought that she might sully the man's hair with the obscene drippings from her still-throbbing cunt. She braced herself and willed her pussy to not rain on the head of her captor.

He swiftly bound a length of rope around each ankle, again tying a loop into the end of the ropes.

Finally, the man stood in front of Michelle. He lifted up her arms, and had her hold them out in front of her body. A moment later, a smooth rope was wrapped and knotted around her wrists, with another loop tied in the leftover end of the rope.

Michelle stole an upwards glance at the man's face. He could not have been more than twenty; a lean, muscular young man who was already well practiced in the art of rope.

The man - no, the boy, really - smiled at Michelle, having caught her looking at him.

"You are not permitted to do that, you know," he told her softly, still smiling. His bright blue eyes were full of mirth. Like Samantha, he knew something about how she would be used next.

Michelle was emboldened by his smile, and his kind words. "You were one of the men who fucked me here, weren't you?" she asked.

The young man moved behind Michelle and pulled her wrists back over her head, and as far down her back as her body permitted. She struggled to remain on her feet, arching her back while she tried to retain her balance.

"You are an impudent one, slave. I should report you to your Master for such bold, unsolicited words. But, luckily for you, I won't – this time. And to answer your question; yes, I was. My cock was the second one in your ass. You do have a nice ass, girl. Did you know that? Your muscles are very well trained. You have been fucked regularly in the ass, haven't you, shameless one? That is what they call you, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir, thank you for being so kind. You are right. My Master does call me the shameless slut. That is the perfect description for who I am. I thrill to the sound of it – it sounds so wonderfully wicked – 'the shameless slut.' And, mmm, I did love having you fuck my ass. Your cock is so big, and you came so hard. Your semen is, even now, still dripping out of me. And, yes, my Master fucks me often in the ass, and trains me with dildos and plugs. He gives me to others frequently as well. My ass has pleasured many, many men. Thank you for the gift of your cock, and your come, Sir."

"Do you know why you have been bound in this fashion, slave? Has anyone told you the great honor you are about to receive?"

"No, Sir. I do not know."

"Good, that is how it should be, for the first time you experience it."

Michelle's stomach turned somersaults at the cryptic words. She was both terribly afraid and elated to know that, once again, she had been selected for something she has been deemed more worthy of than her sisters.

Her fear took on a new, even scarier dimension when the man lowered a black cloth bag over her head.

There were no eyeholes or nostril openings in the coarse cotton bag. Michelle's panicky breaths felt hot and moist on her face in the inky black confines of the hood. The sailor tugged the bag down low, until the lip of the bag was fitted around her neck. He then used a piece of string to loosely tie the hood around her throat, under her chin.

"Can you breathe, shameless slave? Do you accept the hood that represents your complete and total submission to your Owner, to your Master?"

Michelle's voice quavered. Within the confines of the bag, it sounded muffled to her ears. "Yes, Sir. I can breathe. It is terribly hot. My face is flushed, and I can feel the sting of my sweat dripping into my eyes.....but, yes, I accept the hood, if that is what my Master wishes for me to do."

"Good. You will not have to suffer the confinement for long. Take my hand. Yes, here. I will lead you to your... " He chuckled. "To your destination and your fate."

Michelle placed her tied-together wrists out in front of her, and the sailor gently took her hands into his. He carefully led her out into the corridor and back towards the salon. The interior of the sailboat was quiet and empty.

Master Damien and his guests, and the rest of the slaves, were no longer there.

Then Michelle was carefully led up the ladder to the open deck of the catamaran. The sudden warmth of the hot, tropical sun beating down on her body reminded her of her nakedness. The steady breeze and the cracking and snapping of the giant sails that powered the catamaran provided a vivid soundtrack that amplified the sensation of speed that Michelle felt with the soles of her feet as she stood in the well of the center cockpit of the boat.

It felt like the catamaran was alive, a speeding dolphin leaping and surging over the ocean swells, bursting through the wave tops, its body vibrating with the exuberant power of a creature built solely for speed.

Michelle heard voices, including that of her Master. "Is she ready? Have you tested the ropes?" he asked.

"Aye, Sir, she is ready."

Michelle felt a hand reach between her legs.

"She is ready in more ways than one. The amount of cream dripping out of her cunt is testament to that. And I don't mean just from the fucking she just got. This slut is just a naturally well-lubricated whore." It was the voice of the man who had fucked her in the ass and then bound and hooded her. He sounded much more mature, now.

"She is that, Bobby," Master Damien's voice agreed. "Michelle is the most eager, most willing, and the most uninhibited and joyful slut I have ever owned. She is truly a slave to her cunt. Aren't you, Michelle? Tell us all how much of a slut and a whore you are for me, and how you live through your cunt/"

Michelle turned her head in the direction of her Master's voice. Bobby's hand gripped her forearm to hold her steady as the deck pitched up and down beneath her feet.

"You know me so well, Master. I am a whore and a slut, but I am your whore and your slut. You have trained and molded me into the fucktoy you wish me to be. I am yours to do with as you wish. I love being your slut, your whore, and your slave. I am wet all the time, thinking of you, dreaming of serving you."

Applause burst forth from Michelle's unseen audience. And in response a lascivious thrill raced through her body, sending a fresh surge of wetness down her inner thighs, as she basked in the warm glow of the sun and of her Master's kind words.

"Now, Bobby, it is time. Take Michelle and prepare her for the most thrilling experience of her life."

"Aye, aye, Sir!" Bobby sang out. He held Michelle firmly by the arm, and dragged her away.

Flying

Michelle was led forward, towards the bow of one of the catamaran hulls. The closer she got to the bow, the faster it seemed the boat was moving. The sound of the waves hissing against the sleek, fast-moving hulls and the splashes of wet, salty spray on her naked flesh added to the sense of speed Michelle felt through the bare soles of her feet.