Song of the Seamen Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Song of the Seamen Ch. 01 by Valian777,Valian777
Disclaimers:

1) Some of these chapters contain strong descriptions of raceplay, ageplay, humiliation, CNC, bdsm, etc. If you are offended by such, don’t read it.

2) Nothing in this sexual fantasy is intended to demean or insult any ethnicity, gender, or other categories of people. It is simply for entertainment purposes. It is a work of fiction and in no way glorifies or condones any past or present behaviour or crimes. If you are a real life racist, sadist, rapist, or paedophile, don’t read it.

3) FYI the author is not a white male. Some bad language may occur because English is not the author’s mother tongue.

4) All characters in this story are 18+.

5) Again, if you cannot handle outrageous and nonsensical attitudes or opinions described in this story between characters, you are hereby instructed NOT to read it. All such ingredients are solely meant for dramaturgical purposes, to build up the tension of the story and its characters. No actual political, religious, societal, or racial views are expressed here. The author does not condone real-life slavery, but condemns any form of it, including the transatlantic slave trade. All real life discriminations, harassments, and forced sexual activities, are also condemned by the author.

OBS! Links to images of the characters will be inserted later.

This story is a series consisting of many chapters, which will be added onwards.

**********************************************************************************************************

CHAPTER I : MARITIME CUISINE

Our protagonist’s initiation into his new life as a crewmember at the slave ship.

**********************************************************************************************************

The Black Rose was ready to deport from the ivory cost.

This was a female-only batch. They came in all ages, shapes and sizes. Half of them were teenagers, many were virgins, but all were beautiful and regarded as sexual objects in their prime.

Such consignments only happened occasionally and were not as streamlined or dangerous as the bulk chattel shipments. However, it still paid off because they were selected to become pleasure girls for wealthy investors.

The manifest therefore read “Cargo: Luxury Goods”.

The poor enslaved black girls – mainly of the Igbo and Yoruba tribes – had been waiting at the inshore fort for weeks, sometimes months, to be transported. There they had been forced to learn basic English, for the sake of efficiency.

Now they were boarding the ship in a row, fully nude and enchained by iron collars. The slavers had shaved their heads as was customary before a long journey across the sea. Their dark and sweaty skin looked oily in the bright sun light. It was a quiet daybreak, but for the sound of an occasional lash on a quivering swelling rump with its responsive moan.

The crew was naturally watching with gluttony – pointing, giggling, whistling, and whispering among themselves. It was no secret that these special shipments often turned into sailing brothels. It was a virtual free for all.

As soon as all the slaves were aboard, the Captain gave order to cast off. The crew started hoisting sails, while the slaves watched the disappearing horizon in silence. Soon there was nothing to see except an endless blue ocean. There was no sound in the air. No crying, no screaming, not even sobbing. The slaves just stood on the deck, stoically waiting for their next command.

The 60-ton ship was a relatively small and simple two-masted schooner with two decks above the ground. The top deck held the main cabin, the captain’s quarters, a few offices, a lounge and officers’ mess. On the main deck there were cabins where the crew slept, a ward, a galley and a dining area, plus some storerooms.

Below deck was the cargo space. There were several rows of benches holding the slaves. A few were caged in order to protect them from being spoiled by sneaky crew members. Another separated section had some rooms carefully designed for various usage relating to the slaves.

It would carry a crew of no more than 25 mates and a single Captain. The batches could count up to 130 slaves, which was the legal limit. There was no privacy and they were forced to sleep together in a crowded hall. It was very hot, especially during the summer months. The slaves were allowed to bathe once a week, but they were always naked and so there were no clothes to worry about.

The girls never posed a threat and were easily controllable. Therefore they were usually free to roam around, albeit always wearing collars and unfettered shackles for ankles and wrists. The slaves had to stay within the limits of the ship and under constant supervision. If any of them tried to escape or disobey orders, she would be punished severely.

This is the story of what transpired on board during one of its long and shameless journeys.

*

Stefan, the fresh-man Swede, was standing next to his mentor and fellow crew mate Svend – a middle aged Dane. Svend was sitting on a barrel chewing tobacco. He spat out some juice and glanced at Stefan.

“Pay attention boy. When the time comes, select a few wenches to your liking before they get plucked by your mates. She doesn’t even have to be on the young side, you can have your pick with any of them. But mind those who are specially marked, they are untouchable.”

“Why is that?” replied young Stefan.

“Because they either belong to the Captain, or are reserved for wealthy clients pining for our arrival at the other side.”

Stefan nodded in understanding. His eyes followed the line of chained women, who were standing in attention. Every single one was stark naked. The sunlight was bouncing off their ebony skin. His big blue eyes were soaking in their exposed bodies, shaking breasts and gazelle legs – all of them well shaped and endowed with a bristling bulging booty. He had never seen nude female flesh in his life, let alone so much of it.

He turned over to his buddy and asked: “Svend, what’s that smell?”

“That’s the scent of nigger wenches, Steff. It’s sweat, tears, piss, milk, and pussy juice – I call it Jungle brew”, he said laughingly.

“What? Niggers?”

“You heard me. Niggahs! That’s what they are called. See, these are not like the womenfolk you’re used to back home. No sir-re, nigger females are more like human apes. They have been bred for centuries to serve men. They are all built to please. And when they do, they will make you feel like a god – which is what we are to them…” he paused. “But beware the virgins, they need to be taught with the whip.”

Svend spit out some tobacco.

“Wow, they all look alike. What’s up with that?” Stefan remarked in amazement.

Svend chuckled. “Hah! That’s niggers for you! I guess it’s on account of everyone screwing everyone all the time, like rabbits, so the lot end up being related. I think this batch is from two tribes in the same area, so they’re probably all brothers & sisters. But I’ll tell you this: They are a great fuck. It’s not like the girls you’re used to. A nigger cunt is something special.”

Stefan replied: “To tell you the truth, Svend, I’ve never really been with a girl before. That’s why I’m here. That, and the lack of decent work of course. See, back home my cuisine told me that if I signed on for this Dutch company who specialises in this kinda shipment, there would be free fanny as far as the eye could see. He claimed we could do whatever we wanted with it. Not at all like home, where I’m lucky just getting to marry any hag before being too old for impregnation. So I figured, what the hell, let’s see if it’s so great as they say. I must admit he was more than right. Albeit I never imagined all the available pussy he spoke of would belong to black beasts. Still, I do fancy them”.

The truth was that Stefan had never seen a “negro” before. He was fascinated with them, studied their every feature and trait from afar. But his member recognised them for the sexually attractive females they were. The bulge in his pants did not lie.

“I know what you mean”, Svend retorted. “When I first saw nigger bitches I was overwhelmed too. But trust me, they are even better than the home-grown ladies. These creatures only know base instincts, lust, and desire. They will do anything you can fathom – and I mean anything. Some of them are clever beyond their race though, so always keep a firm grip on your whip when dealing with them. You need to stay in control.”

Stefan was perplexed. So they needed to be handled like certain farm animals.

“… But don’t go all toddler on us,” Svend continued, “and fall in love with any of them wenches, even if they put all their seductive juju into it. If the Boatswain gets wind of that, you will get a good beating and this will be your first and last trip with us.”

“Sure thing, Svend. No way I would return home with one of them black monkeys all dressed up in my engagement suit. I would be the laughing stock of town.”

Svend laughed heartily. “Aye, that would be a sight worth enjoying indeed. Anyways, as soon as the cargo is in place and we’re all settled in, I will teach you the ropes. Then you’ll be ready to take advantage of the situation.”

“Thanks, Svend. I appreciate it.”

“No worries, Steff. Now, let’s watch the show. There’s bound to be some action soon.”

Stefan observed the slaves being driven along the deck. A tall and muscular man in a white shirt, black pants, and knee-high boots was leading them towards the rear, while the captain was watching closely from the bridge above.

“Hey Steff, look at that!” exclaimed Svend excitedly.

Stefan had already noticed the tall brute of a man. He was holding an oxen whip in his hand and was talking to one of the slaves, who seemed to be about thirty years old.

“What’s going on?” asked Stefan.

“Oh, nothing much. He’s just teaching them slaves what to expect. These sluts are usually obedient and subservient. But of course we always need to break in a few during the first days. It’s a matter of routine. Afterwards, everyone eventually falls into place. And that’s when they get to be free roaming. Cuz they will be so docile and easy to handle, that even you can enter their hold alone and have your way with any of them. I’m telling you boy, of all my years at sea this is the dream commission. Nothing but keeping the ship floating en route and wallow in pleasures of dark, fresh, meat all the way.”

Stefan was star struck by the sight. He felt like this must be the closest thing to heaven on earth. Except all the angels were black as the Nordic Midwinter night.

Once the Slave Master approached the line of slaves, he gave them a light slap across their backsides. “Come on, you dirty animals! Get over here!”

The slaves came forward, shuffling and moaning softly. Their eyes were downcast, their faces sullen.

“Now, listen up, you little bitches,” the Slave Master shouted. “You’re here to serve our needs. You are our property now and until we board at the other side of the sea. We own you. And you will obey us or suffer the consequences. Understood?”

Butt-Cracker, for that was the crew’s nickname for the Slave Master, then proceeded to walk behind the row of huge buttocks and gave each and every of them a severe lash, which resonated across the deck on account of his forceful muscles. Every girl whimpered, some whined.

Stefan was still observing the particular woman who the Slave Master had spoken with. She was tall, voluptuous, and standing more graciously and proud than the res – almost like she was nobility. When her butt got smacked she screamed some unintelligible curses with a flushed face.

Svend whispered: “Pay attention now boy, I believe Butt-Cracker has found his specimen to make an example out of.”

It was rather quiet at deck. The Slave Master walked up to the woman, who was still shaken by receiving the kiss of the lash. He grabbed her by the collar and dragged her close to him. His voice was menacing and threatening.

“You again, slut? Do you think you are someone? Here you are nothing but a cock-pleasing nigger!” He slapped her hard across the face.

“I be not!” she yelled back in broken English.

“Wow, they speak just like us”, Stefan whispered with big eyes to Svend.

“Aye, if you can call their mumbo-jumbo speech. But indeed, these jungle-bunnies are pretty clever I tell ya. That’s why we can fuck them. They are almost like us, just without souls. Hollow bodies for us to play with. But shut your trap now Stefan, the show is about to begin.”

All the sailors eyes were now on the woman and the Slave Master.

“Do you know who I am?” he demanded.

She shook her head.

“I am the discipliner of this ship! Your trainer! You will now assist me in showing your wretched sisters what happens when you are out of line!”

He grabbed her neck and pushed her to her knees.

“Oh, Chukwu, no!” she cried.

“Shut up!” he ordered.

She looked at him with fear and disgust. The crew laughed.

“Turn your fat ass towards me, nigger!” he yelled at her.

She crawled around, still with disdain in her look.

“Now stick it out!”

She did as commanded and pushed her ass outwards and up, shivering. The Slave Master took a firm grip around the handle of his whip and raised his strong arm in the air.

“Look Svend! Look at how huge that thing is.” Stefan was pointing to her rump.

“Hush now Steff. You are about to watch an ass-whooping like you’ve never seen before. Take mental notes.”

The Slave Master stroke the slave’s buttocks hard with his long whip.

“Ouch! Ouch!” she squealed.

The crew cheered. The other girls had terror in their eyes. With a mighty swing he lashed her again. She shrieked and screamed in pain. Her butt flesh was turning red and blue. He hit her again, this time on her thighs. She was screaming.

“I’m going to break you, cunt!” he yelled.

With another powerful swing of his arm, he whipped her bare bottom and it made a loud cracking sound. The crew roared in delight.

“That’s right, you ugly black bitch! I’ll tame you yet!” he shouted at her.

Again he swung his arm, and again the crack echoed throughout the ship. This time the whip hit her left thigh, making her scream louder. Her eyes were became a waterfall.

“You worthless ape, take it!” Now he struck her yet harder. Stefan could swear a small chunk of skin fell off her butt balls. Stripes of wound started to appear.

“I will make you beg for mercy,” he said.

“Please, please!” she cried. “Me want not more! Please Massa!”

But there was no mercy. No help. He continued whipping her. He was hitting her so hard that Stefan wondered if he might break her body apart. She was crying desperately, sobbing and pleading for him to stop. Mostly rambling gibberish. But he kept hitting her mercilessly.

Finally a voice emerged from the upper deck: “Enough!!”

It was the Captain. The crew stopped laughing. The slaves were silent. The Captain nodded to the Slave Master.

“What do you have to say now, slave?” The Slave Master was panting heavily, his chest heaving.

“I be sorry Massa!” she begged, still sobbing like a toddler.

“No, you’re not! Now get up!” He pulled her up by her collar and shoved her back in line.

“Listen up, bitches. What just happened to this whore will be nothing compared to what will happen to you, if you as so much as look at one of my men wrong. Do you understand?”

They all nodded in agreement.

“From now on you will obey any of us completely. If you are told to jump over board, you jump. If you are told to drink piss, you drink it. If any of us are displeased with you for whatever reason, you will curse being born. Don’t even dream of disobeying. If you all understand, shout Yes Sir! with all your force.”

“Yessir!” they all answered loudly in unison.

The slaves were then herded inside the hold, and the wooden doors were slammed shut, the bar being placed. The hold was now filled with 115 women and girls. It was like an erotic zoo with the most exquisite specimen. Some of them were moaning and sniffling, others just sobbed silently.

Stefan couldn’t believe what he just witnessed. Because of the wounds on her delicate ass, he couldn’t help feeling sorry for the slave. Yet at the same time he noticed he was very aroused.

“Relax boy,” Sven said to him as if he had read his mind, “it’s always like this the first days. By the time we arrive at our destination, most, if not all, will have learned to enjoy themselves and appreciate their fate. Some will even refuse to land, insisting on a lazy life as a sea-whore. By then you don’t even need the whip, except for fun. They are like cattle heard. They will come around, you will see. ”

Stefan wasn’t sure what to believe. But he knew he would soon find out.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. He thought he could hear the moans of the girls as the waves rocked the ship back and forth, and he definitely thought he could smell them. He realized he loved their scent.

His dream was all about wading in a big river among hundreds of black bathing bodies.

*

The next day Svend was busy with assisting the Quartermaster, while Stefan was cleaning the deck. The ship sailed slowly through the ocean. The weather was good, the sun bright, the sky clear, and the sea still calm and peaceful.

An older man who looked like a pirate, approached him. “Boy, drop what you’re doing! You are wanted down in the galley. The cook needs you.”

“Aye Mr. James, Sir,” he replied, “but I was told to finish the deck”.

“Dirty work is best done by dirty hands, boy”, he sneered, “so just go fetch one of them wenches. Show her what to do and make sure she understands. Bring a crop and don’t hesitate to use it. It will speed things up. Hurry now!”

Stefan was excited. He couldn’t wait to get down and see the naked black girls again. He almost tiptoed down the stairs to the slave hold.

As he came closer, a warm air of female bodies hit his nostrils – the smell of sweat mixed with musk was everywhere. The floor was wet, covered with secretion, water, and piss. He could feel his heart beating faster.

The hold was divided into two parts: one part had wooden benches where the slaves slept. The other part was filled with some goods, plus some wooden cages which each contained three or four slaves.

As he entered the big room, he was overwhelmed by the site of all the nude bodies, most of them chained. Despite being somewhat intimidated by the site, his cock instantly quivered. Many seemed to be sleeping, a few were crying, some others moaning. All of them were silent, afraid to talk or make any noise.

He then noticed a young girl sitting on a bench. Her bald head was bowed and her shoulders were shaking. He decided to pick her, since she was free to move. He walked towards her trying not to disturb the other slaves. She looked up at him with an anxious eye.

“Uhm… hello wench,” he said softly.

She didn’t answer. Instead she just stared at him with big brown eyes.

“My name is Stefan, but everyone calls me Steff,” he continued, “I’m here to teach you how to clean the decks properly.”

Still no response.

“Are you mute? Or maybe deaf?”

Again, no reply.

He tried to talk louder and more forcefully so that she could hear him.

“Do you understand me, nigger?”

“Y-yes, Massa…” she stammered.

“Massa?” he asked surprised. “My name is Steff”.

“Yes, Massa Steff. You be Massa. Butt-Crack-man say smack on ass if not always say Massa to white man.”

“Aha. Good.” He grinned. “Yeah, I guess I am your Master.” He thought for a moment. “Do you have a name, wench?”

“Ngozi” she responded.

“That’s nice. Ngozi.” He chewed on it. He had never heard such a weird and exotic name. He was also thrilled that it was possible to speak with it. “I’m going to show you how to scrub, Ngozi, do you understand?”

She nodded silently.

He noticed her slim and long neck. His eyes then moved on to her long, slender legs. They were crossed, hiding her crotch. Her hands were also folded over her breasts. He grabbed her wrist and forced it down, and a small, round tit appeared. It had a puffy dark brown areola and a long and thick nipple. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

After freezing for a few seconds, he felt a rush, and reached out his hand to grab her breast. It was soft, but firm. She moaned.

“That’s so wonderful,” he said, mostly to himself. “Now stop fidgeting and come with me”. He took her by the collar leash and led her towards the stairs leading to the deck.

As they passed a small storage room, he suddenly stopped and turned around. He looked her up and down like a piece of meat. She felt his hunger.

“You are very pretty,” he whispered with a flushed face, almost guilty. “I have to first examine your nigger body.”

Her face blushed. She lowered her head. He dragged her into the storage room and closed the door behind them.

“How old are you, girl?” he asked, as he stood in front of her, staring at her chest, while she was bashfully thwarting the crotch with her hands.

“Nineteen counts,” she answered, looking down at the ground. Stefan was fascinated how her wide nostrils was moving while she spoke.

“Oh, Okay. You’re actually older than me.” He was surprised, but indifferent.

He then grabbed her wrists and pushed her onto the cold, damp floor. He knelt between her legs and started feeling her tits. He pulled her arms apart in spreadeagle, and pinched her nipples, which immediately grew hard while she squealed. He couldn’t believe they could actually get larger. They both were panting.

He smiled and nibbled her neck, then moved his tongue down to her shoulder and began licking her breasts. She moaned loudly. He delicately chewed on her nipple. It felt warm, thick and soft, like a piece of boiled meat. He proceeded to suck it, then lick it, and again biting gently. Her hips buckled as she let out a loud moan.

His bursting cock was now out of his pants. He got up and grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up and placed her against the wall, facing him. He proceeded to spread her legs and bent forward to press his crotch against hers. He rubbed his penis on her pussy, back and forth over her big red clitoris. He felt her warm, tight and swollen labia on the head of his dick, noticing humidity. He pressed harder and suddenly it slid in between her fat lips. The vagina tightened around his cock.

It was incredible.

He grabbed her right leg and lifted it up, then slid his hard and fully erect penis deeper inside her. She gasped. Every sound she uttered turned him more on. He groaned and held himself inside her. She sighed and moaned.

He now lifted her other leg and pressed her harder to the wall. She was stuck on his arms and cock, wriggling her well-shaped legs in the air, while he kept thrusting, pushing deeper and deeper each time.

He was completely buried in her. He could feel her wetness and warmth spreading through his groin. His cock was throbbing between her contracting vaginal walls. It was as if he was about to explode.

He leaned forward and bit her thick and soft under-lip. She moaned again. He forced his tongue in between her lips, feeling her teeth.

Suddenly the door behind them was thrown open.

“What the hell! What’s going on in here?”

Stefan jumped off her. He turned around, and saw Svend standing there.

The big Viking of a man just laughed. “Oh, I see you’re feeling like home already.”

Stefan blushed.

“Look boy, there will be plenty of time to try out the merchandise, but the cook is nagging for you. I for one am getting hungry. Mind your duties first, lest you will be thrown over board.”

“Ay ay sir”, Stefan replied embarrassed. Svend strolled away laughing.

Stefan looked at Ngozi, who seemed confused and was drenched in sweat. He frowned and pulled her leash hard so she bounced forward. “You devil seed, stop alluring me!”

“Y-yes, Massa”.

“Come on wench, we better get to it.”

Stefan took her by leash, and led her up the stairs to the deck. She followed him without any resistance, tripping on her bare feet. When they ascended to the deck, the young girls eyes squinted as the daylight and strong sun hit her eyes.

“Come, over here nigger” Stefan said and dragged her to where he had left the bucket and mop. He pointed to them. “You are to clean this mess up. Pay attention while I show you how! ”

Ngozi nodded. “Okay Steff Massa.”

When it was her turn, he impatiently observed her clumsy attempt. It was as if she had never done cleaning before.

“No no you stupid dog, not like that” Stefan scolded.

He grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her down on her knees. Then he grabbed the bucket and poured more water into it. He splashed some on her face, making her flinch.

An amused veteran sailor called Turk, who was busy in the mast ladder, shouted down to him “You best be whooping that nigger-ass if you want it done today, Steff!”

Embarrassed, Stefan gripped his crop and said to her: “I will show you one more time! For the love of God, pay attention Ngozi!”

She watched him pour the water from the bucket onto the floor. He picked up the mop and dipped it in the water. He began moving it back and forth, slowly.

“Now you do the same. But remember, you have to move faster than I did.”

Ngozi nodded insecurely.

Stefan smiled. “Good girl. Now go ahead and start.”

The slave followed his instructions. She moved fast and with precision.

Turk shouted down to them again, mockingly: “What’s wrong boy, why ain’t you exerting dat crop? Did she cast a spell on you?”

In response, Stefan immediately smacked her naked butt, causing her to yelp. “Ow, Steff Massa!” she cried.

He noticed it made his penis twitch again. While she was on her knees with her naked butt in the air, Stefan couldn’t help but smack it again. She jolted forward and her black ass cheeks quivered. His dick got hard. He could hear the sailor above them shout “who-hooo!”.

“Did I tell you to stop, nigger? Go on!” Stefan lifted his arm again, and just as he was about to slap her once more, the Quarter Master snapped the crop out of his hand from behind.

“Stefan Axelsson, I believe you are wanted in the galley”, he said with a calm, hoarse voice.

Stefan jittered. “Right away Sir”.

As he sprung along heading to the galley, he turned his head and saw the Quarter Master standing over Ngozi in an intimidating appearance, as if something was about to happen. He sighed to himself and couldn’t wait to yet again be in charge of his own slave.

*

The next morning Stefan was sitting by the table in the mess with Joey, a 20 year old crew mate who had done the voyage before. They were eating breakfast together.

“So what do you think of this hire yet? Are you not happy you signed on as a ships boy?”, Joey asked Stefan.

“Yeah yeah, of course, but…”

Joey interrupted him. “But nothing. You should be glad you’re getting paid for doing something you love.”

“Well… surely. I mean, it’s true that I like being on the sea, but… I was just expecting a little more time with them wenches. I’ve barely seen any black meat since yesterday, and even that was brief.”

Joey chuckled. “I know, right? But don’t worry, the same happened on my first trip. Just give it some time. If this course is anything like that, they will be dancing around us in no time. The Captain keeps them locked up for the first few days in order to climatize them to their situation and accustom them to the sea. Those niggers has barely been out of the jungle, you know – hell they’ve never even seen ocean before!”

Both snickered.

“That makes sense. So we will get to play… later?” Stefan inquired.

“That’s how it goes,” Joey nodded. “They are locked up until they have been safely subdued. Only the officers are to play with them for now. I caught an eye of the Captain’s private wenches, oh boy I say that was some incredible cunt meat! But the lot for this shipment is almost maximum sized, so I wouldn’t worry about it. By the mere numbers we could have four pieces each, and then some…”

“Four of them?!” Stefan exclaimed excited, imagining the abundance. It was like a harem from the tales. “Man, I can’t wait to get home and tell the guys all about this. I can’t believe that not everyone signs on to this company. They sure will when they hear what I have to say.”

“Hah! There’s a million slave ships on the seas. It’s a huge trade. I’m telling you, there’s plenty of jungle cunt to go around for everyone.”

Svend and the Slave Master suddenly entered the mess.

“Boys!” Svend hailed them. “This is your lucky day.” He had a sly look.

They gazed at him attentively.

“Come with me” The Slave Master said and gestured. He was a man of few words when he spoke with the crew. They sprang up and followed him, leaving Svend behind grinning and gesticulating.

“Where are we going?”, asked Stefan.

“To the Drought Corner” the Slave Master replied. Joey started to clap his hands in excitement as they followed along behind him. Stefan looked at him enquiring.

They stopped in front of a locked dark wooden door. “Now listen up rookies” the Slave Master grunted. “This is our starvation room where we place the worse wenches who misbehaves.”

“Do they really dare to?” Stefan smirked indignantly.

The Slave Master shrugged. “If not, we find a reason. It’s mostly for deterrence. They may display slight signs of disobedience. Or try to maintain some semblance of pride. Or if one seems to be a ring-leader or in other ways inspire hope. Or just for bringing us any type of hassle or obstacle.”

“So how many trouble makers have we chained in the Corner this time, Butt-Cracker?”, Joey asked.

“Only three, mate. A slim-thick bitch dared to put the evil eye on the first mate when he presented his member to her… then this voluptuous mother who tried to jump overboard on account of intending to swim back to her litter…” The sailors chuckled. “And the third is a tall, slender, beast, who actually tried to slap me when I first shackled her.”

He put his hand on the door handle, and continued: “Since you two are our youngest, and can go many times without getting tired, you are chosen for fodder duty.”

Stefan wondered how his youth was relevant to feeding a slave, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“And when do you think they will be ready?” Joey inquired.

“That’s what we’re here to find out. I figure at most a day more without food and water should take care of it. The trick is not to wait too long, lest their foul mouths turn dry and their thick lips get hard like sandpaper. Therefore we shall check up on their despair, so as to calculate the right moment to break them in. If you’re lucky, they are already primed.”

“Jolly good!”, replied Joey.

Stefan gave him a confused look. Eagerly he tried to explain: “See, the best dick drainers are the starved ones. Nothing like a pair of desperate fat nigger lips pining to drench my cock for some fodder.”

The beauty of its simplicity was indeed this system: Any slave who refused orders were denied food and beverages, shackled on their naked butts to the wall, and then begun the waiting game. Eventually they were so desperate for nourishment, that anyone could just stick an erected penis in between their receptive lips, and the poor girl would use her last strength to work the white penis until it flushed nourishment for her craving body.

“Right, let’s get to work then”, the Slave Master said and pushed open the door.

The room was dark except for the light from the entrance. The air was heavy with stench of female, sweat and urine. Three naked black women were sitting on the floor on their bare bottoms and their backs to the wall. Their shackled wrists were hoisted by chains in the air and their shaved heads were hanging forward, with little sign of life.

The Slave Master went over to the leftmost one. She was a shorter girl with a nice hourglass body shape. Her breasts were small, but perky, round, and well shaped. He slapped her face lightly, but she didn’t react.

“Is she dead?” Stefan whispered to Joey.

“Nah, probably just lazy and sluggish.”

He approached the second woman, who was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest. She was a tall one, with a big round ass that was larger than her head.

“She looks good”, Stefan remarked.

“Yeah, I’m partial to the skinny ones, but she’s got a fine set of tits too.”

The Slave Master slapped her face as well. She moaned. The third one whimpered in anticipation, but he didn’t touch her. Instead he took one step back, still staring them down, and eventually declared: “Right. Time for you all to wakey wakey. Have you had enough yet?”

The girls could barely manage to look up at him. No real sounds were uttered, mostly groans.

“I’ve brought the boys to feed you. Are you hungry or thirsty?” he continued.

The middle-seated slender women whispered. “Massa, please, watah…”

“You’ll get your fill soon enough,” he sneered.

The first one seemed to doze off, so he slapped her face again and she quickened. He scratched his chin silently while observing them. Then he turned to the boys and said “You know, I think they actually are ready. We’ve got a weak bunch this time.”

He turned to face the girls again and shouted at them: “Listen whores! If you want to be fed you better wake the fuck up! These two nice boys have come all the way to stick their lil peckers into your filthy mouths. If you don’t want to perish, you better use whatever strength is left in your empty skulls and massage them intensely with your lips and tongues. If you do a decent job, they will fill you up. Then rest a little and go again. And again. And again. So long as you can keep up. The better effort you put in, the more you are rewarded.”

One of the girls grunted. He continued with an impatient tone in his voice: “But if you don’t give it your all, you will be left with nothing to show for. You will not get any water for several more days. So this is your one and only chance.”

They tried to look at each other and then back at him, utterly exhausted.

He turned back to his crew mates. “I think it’s fine. They were locked up from the get-go, and despite this being only our third day at sea, these sluts are apparently cock-hungry already, so have had it boys.”

With that he brusquely left the room and shut the door.

Stefan swallowed and looked at Joey, who was grinning widely, and then exclaimed: “Well, let’s see if they can handle it.”

The three slaves were still sitting there, looking pitiful. Joey walked over to the first one at the left, knelt down, grabbed her by the chin and squeezed her mouth together while examining her closer.

He then got up, grabbed her bald round head with both hands and pulled it backwards. With a swift motion he shoved his hips forwards and plunged his cock into her mouth. She gagged, but managed to swallow his length.

With his dick resting between her fat lips, he ordered: “Open your eyes, nigger bitch, I want to see you when you drench my cock.”

Slowly she opened her eyes. She was staring directly at him with a dull and empty look. He began thrusting in and out of her mouth, slowly increasing the pace until he was fucking her black head hard. “That’s right, slut. Suck my cock like a whore.”

His balls were slapping against her chin. Her mouth was stretched wide open, with his thick shaft lodged deep inside. “Now take it all. Take every inch of me.”

Pre-cum and saliva lubricated his cock. His balls were pressed firmly against her chin. “Take it all, slave.”

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and started rubbing the tip on her big lips, smearing it with whatever spit she could muster.

“Now, let me teach you something about sucking, you clueless wench.” She was probably 10 years older than him, but nevertheless she was just a wench.

“Listen good, slut! You are to always keep the mouth suction going. You are also to press your thick lips down on my cock, and work that devil tongue of yours so that it tingles and presses underneath my head. While you do all these things, you are also to move your head back and forth, sliding my cock deep into it and almost all the way out. But never let my head slip fully out – keep it in place inside your mouth with a firm grasp of your fat monkey-lips. If you fail to do all this at the same time, I will ditch you, and you will remain hungry unto you perish. Get it?”

He winked over to Stefan and exclaimed with a smug grin: “One thing I know from my brief experience, is that niggers are fast learners when it comes to bodily pleasures.”

He snickered and then nodded at Stefan, as to encourage him to get started.

Stefan tore himself out of his mesmerised state and walked over to the right-side girl, who seemed to be the most alive of the lot.

He unbuttoned his pants and held his erected penis in front of her mouth.

“What’s your name, wench?” he asked softly.

She didn’t answer. Instead she stared at his erection.

“If you want to be fed, tell me!” he threatened her.

“Mpeke, Massa” she stuttered with a low voice.

He smiled. “Very well, Mpeke. I am Stefan. I come from a land far away. Can you see this big white thing in front of your mouth?”

She nodded and licked her lips.

“Good. It is called a cock. It will feed you. Now put it in and suck.”

He pushed it into her mouth. Her lips were tight and soft, but her tongue was rough and wild. She closed her lips around his shaft and began moving her head back and forth. Stefan watched her face while she sucked him. She looked like a hungry cat, ready to devour any morsel of food offered to her.

Watching this inflated his dick even more. He loved it!

He looked over to Joey who was furiously fucking the woman’s face, holding her skinned head firmly in place. She moaned, trying to push herself further onto his shaft. At the same time he pushed his cock back in, making sure to hit her throat.

Stefan looked back down on his own cock warmer. Her lips were now wrapped around his entire length.

“Yes, yes… take it all…” he whispered hoarsely. “Suck it with your soaked nigger lips.”

Her tongue was swirling around his head. Her cheeks were bulging outwards, revealing her dark pink inner flesh. She kept moaning, and her mouth was getting tighter and tighter. He couldn’t take it any more.

“Here it comes, nigger. Here it comes!”

He came hard, filling her mouth with his seed. Her eyes opened wide as she felt him squirt into her belly. He pulled out of her mouth, letting his cum drip down her chin.

Joey looked over at them, still riding her mouth, and giggled. “Try not to spill anything, mate. We’re here to feed them, remember? It’s important that they drink up every single drop. That way they will come more alive for the second round. But the third is usually the best.”

While the girl’s tongue desperately was trying to reach every droplet of cum around her mouth, Stefan stumbled over to the one in the middle. He looked over to Joey who seemed to be reaching climax, and asked: “Do you mind?”

“Fuck yeah, do whatever you like with it…” he panted in an attempt to reply.

Stefan grabbed the other woman’s naked head. This one was older than the first. He thought she had an angelic face for a black woman. He wondered if this was the mother mentioned by the Slave Master.

“You know what to do,” he said with a low but commanding voice. This time he didn’t bother with names.

“Y-yes Massa”, she whispered back, and pouted her lips.

He pushed his cock into her mouth and let go of her head. She took his shaft between her lips and began sucking it. Her tongue was working feverishly, licking his shaft, cleaning off the last remnants of his sperm. Stefan felt generous, letting her have some appetizer.

He enjoyed watching her lips slide along his shaft, until she took him into her mouth completely. She began bobbing her head back and forth, and he could feel his orgasm approaching again.

“Awesome! I’m gonna cum, nigger!” he warned her.

She stopped sucking, looking up at him with big vitreous eyes and a confused look. With his head still inside her mouth, she managed to utter: “Yes Massa. Cum in mouth!”

She immediately resumed the suckling, and gently scraped his head with her perfect row of pearly white teeth, then smacked her fat lips back on it again, feeling it contract and explode inside her void.

Stefan let go a bawl as if it came from the bottom of his spine, while she made sure to swallow everything he gave her. He came harder than ever, filling her mouth with his young sperm. She swallowed it all, and then licked his shaft clean, until his penis was all but dry.

“Fantastic job, slave,” he said with an exhausted smile. I will make sure to feed you again.

“Thank, Massa.” She seemed to have a relieved expression.

Mpeke, his first mouth, was already waiting for him. As soon as he approached her, she let go a careful smile. Before he could do anything, he felt Joey’s arm on his shoulder. “Don’t be greedy Steff. I wanna try her out now. You can take mine. She seems to be the most in need of sprinkling anyways.”

Stefan smiled somewhat disconcerted. “Alright, but don’t make her full. I wanna see what more she can do once she’s lit up.”

Stefan watched Joey pull Mpeke’s head towards his crotch. She started licking his flaccid penis passionately, as he was squeezing her head with his hands.

He then looked over to the leftmost girl who now seemed to be more animated after the first feeding. He walked over to her and kneeled down. She was staring at him, with those large sparkling dark brown eyes, which for a moment he felt almost looked human.

“Come here, wench,” he said softly.

She crawled as close as her chained arms permitted, and he grabbed her wide hips. He pushed himself into her mouth. Her soft lips wrapped around his cock, and he felt her tongue slowly starting to work its way up his shaft. She was sucking him slowly, making sure he would reach another erection.

Stefan soon reached forward and grabbed her by her ears, pulling her head up and down on his shaft. He felt the saliva dripping from her lips onto his skin, and he moaned. His balls were tightening, and he knew he could muster another round. This one was making peculiar puffing sounds while she was eating him, which he found very arousing.

“That’s it, nigger. Suck my dick like your life depends on it.”

“…because it does!”, Joey shouted over to them with laughter in his voice.

Her eyes widened, and she nodded. He pulled her head away and let go of him. She sat there, breathing heavily. He smacked her cheek hard with his flat palm. Mostly because he figured this gave him an excuse.

“Get back to work you lazy bitch!” he shouted at her.

Her lips again slid along his shaft, and he felt his penis rising. She sucked harder, like a wild animal. He now could see how different a “negresse” were from the delicate milky white ladies at home.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take me deep.”

She did just that, taking his entire length into her throat. He could hear her gurgling noises, as he felt the pressure building up in his balls. Inexperienced as he was, he had no idea how to hold back. He felt his dick could always get harder, but weirdly it was nonetheless about to yield again. He tried to withstand, but he couldn’t.

“Fucking Aye! Cum in my mouth, slut!” he yelled.

She opened her mouth wider, and then closed it firmly with a big smacking sound as she was chewing on his now worn-out dick.

“Yeeeaaah! Take my seed, beast. Take it all!” he growled.

He felt the trembles of his semen shooting into her in thick ropes, hitting the back of her throat and flooding her stomach. She felt the warm liquid pouring inside her as he exploded into her mouth.

She kept swallowing greedily, and he felt her muscles working overtime trying to keep up. She finally stopped when he was done. She was panting, and she was staring at him with her eyes wide open.

“You’re amazing, wench. I know you’re gonna be a good fuck,” he whispered, almost fainting.

She pulled her head back, resting her occipital on the wall with closed eyes and what Stefan interpreted as an exultant facial expression.

He almost fell to the floor and lay his tender body down on top of her voluptuous thighs as if she was a mattress. He rested his head on her crotch and lower abdomen. Her belly felt soft and warm. He sensed a sweet scent, which he speculated came from her pussy.

He closed his eyes and was floating inside.

In the distance he could hear Joey climaxing inside Mpele’s mouth. He heard the slave girl’s muffled groans and whimpers, mixed with the sounds of his mates orgasmic ejaculation.

It seemed to him that the girl was moaning and crying out in pleasure. At least she was getting nutrition, he thought to himself, and felt like a hero for bringing it…

He couldn’t wait for when the girls were let loose on the ship as fair game. He already had dozens of ideas what to do with them with the help of his cock and a whip.

This was indeed heaven and he knew he would remain a sailor for the rest of his life…

****