In the dark hold three decks below Denise slowly regained consciousness. Stok had divested her from his shoulder keeping her upright in front of the drooling crewmen. She stood shakily before the men. Still partially stunned from Stok's punch she was momentarily silent, transfixed with fear, as each man feasted his eyes on her beauty. None of the mixed-race crew had ever seen a naked, helpless woman as beautiful and shapely as Denise. The men were salivating with barely concealed lust as she tried to cover herself with her hands. Slowly she dropped to her knees. "Please ", she implored, looking upward at the circle of men, "Protect me. Don't hurt me. Please set me free!"

Stok wasted no time listening to the girl's entreaty. Grabbing her by the wrists he tied her to an overhead beam. Suspending the naked girl from the carapace gave the bos'n his first extensive look at her shapely body. Considering the petite build of the young woman, he was in awe at the sphere like shape of her perfect breasts,. The freighter's relentless motion and her struggles made the delicate globes sway with fluid grace from side to side, the sight of them hardening the crewmen's cocks.

She was a well developed young woman, no doubt about that. He paused, mindful of the erotic effect she was having on the crew. The more she struggled her young lithe body became increasingly desirable to the men. The thin golden glints of her pectoral hair were in full view, a thin almost transparent bush. They could see her flat belly rising and falling with each deep breath. There was silence in the room except for the faint sound of the wind, the men's heavy breathing, and Denise's anguished mewing.

Stok offered her little in the way of mercy. Grasping the heavy tar tipped rope in one hand he tangled his other fist in her blonde curls pulling her head back so she could plainly see the danger coming her way. With no hesitation he raised the rope high before cruelly lashing it across her naked back. The girl's head and shoulders jerked forward under the impact only to be dragged back by her tethered wrists. In agony her back arched and her hips were thrown higher into the air. Her mouth gaped open in silent pleading and her eyes bulged in their sockets, as her whole body then went into a series of jerking convulsions a the terrible pain burned through her.

Again she bucked, as the second lash of the rope equally as brutal and tearing as the first, slashed this time cruelly into the soft skin of her lower belly. Stok pummeled her writhing body again and then again in a heated and sexually fuelled assault on her naked body. Her waist, hips and upper thighs were gashed until the pale skin was splattered red, her tortured body no longer rearing under the brutal impacts but simply jolting in reaction. Already she was close to unconsciousness and Stok recognized that fact, he halted, panting hard and sucking in air to feed the inflamed aggression surging through him.

The girl tried to plead once the thrashing had stopped, her voice frail and weak, virtually inaudible in her semi-conscious state. "Please," she croaked almost as a whisper, "I have confessed." He swung again with another brutal lash across her stomach, her whole body bucked under the stinging lash of the rope. Again he lashed in and then again, stinging and savage lashes of the whip that tore at her soft, tender flesh. Stok halted only as the girl finally slumped and slipped into unconsciousness.

Had she remained conscious Denise would have heard a plaintive wail echoing down into the lower decks. Topside Captain Grud had reintroduced the curvaceous Michelle to his particular gateway into hell. Michelle's eye widened in fear as she watched the Captain approach her. Opening a wooden chest on his way across the deck he reached in and selected a short, stiff, murderous looking flexible whip, The weapon was a wicked instrument made of rhino hide, with a long braided leather handle. Arriving at Michelle's dangling body Grud planted himself at the small woman's side.

He pressed his body tight against her trembling body while pulling the whip gently across her naked flesh, to heighten her fear. "Please, someone, anyone, help me, help meeee..." The pitiful scream trailed off as she saw him draw back his arm. She closed her eyes, and braced herself.

It was a high and over-the-shoulder swing of great force that he used, slamming the thick whip hard across both her bulging breasts, the tail end whipping around the side of her body to cut cruelly into the tender flesh beneath her armpit. He made the whip whistle through the air, and bound with a sharp splat as he laid the first of the four stripes over the upper summits of her swollen breasts, The helpless brunette involuntarily buckled and twisted backward to the limits of her bonds, and then swung back as he paused between strokes.

Michelle dangled painfully in searing agony, her head tilting back, her eyes still wide open and enormous, blurred with a gush of tears as a piercing cry came through her clenched lips. Wherever the whip struck her breasts a dark red line sprang up on the tawny flesh. The Captain struck again, not waiting for her to speak, striking hard an inch below the first stripe, then a third time an inch below that. At each blow, her tethered, naked body twisted and writhed from side to side, trying to kick out, while hysterical, unintelligible cries escaped her lips.

The quickening wind rocked that the old freighter went mostly unnoticed by the captain or the crew. Their focus was upon the swaying beauty. While the girl writhed and screamed the Captain walked back across the deck returning to the wooden chest. He reached his hand once more into the chest, chuckling softly to himself as he did so. Finding the weapon his was searching for he wound the handgrip of the plaited leather strap once around his hand. The trailing two-feet of its length dangled down to the deck. Grud was chuckling in sadistic mockery of the wailing girl. One turn of the thick rope around his hand he had earlier found, produced a manageable length of trailing end that formed the whip's tip. The evil contrivance would leave behind horrible bloody wounds.

With his new whip in hand Grud offered Michelle one more chance to tell him were the opium was hidden. Feeling condemned to the fates of hell Denise twitched and shuddered, her eyes slowly opened and her mind began to clear and absorb the hopelessness of her situation. "Please, sir," she begged in a weak and pathetic voice. "I have told you all I know. Neither Denise or I know what happened to the opium. I am not lying to you, please, please, have mercy on me."

"Enough of your lying ways bitch," shouted the Captain and he commenced immediately to violently whip the girl. Six savage strikes were viciously delivered to her front above the waist, mostly landing over those already swollen and lacerated breasts, and then six more strikes up and down the insides of her thighs, and finally two upward punches to the gap between her legs where the captain had been mesmerized by her pink little slit that was outlined between her labia lips. These two final blows brought Michelle to the edge of total unconsciousness. Her screams and wails during his onslaught made even members of the crew, who were watching the spectacle, cover their ears and cringe in dismay. Michelle shuddered in great agony as she faded into silence and oblivion.

Below deck Stok had the crewmen with him take the unconscious blonde girl down from the overhead beam. They held her spread-eagled on a heavy table. He still had the heavy rope whip with the tarred tip when he again approached Denise's helpless body. He pressed apart her slim thighs, He slowly raised the whip as the girl regained consciousness and began screaming in anticipation of her approaching demise as he unleashed the rope down. It curled over her right hip, swung through her crotch and the knob smashed hard into her pubis, spraying blood. Denise's scream stopped. She worked her lips soundlessly, the agony too great to allow her to get her breath. Then, before she recovered he had moved to her other side, and repeated the blow, this time the lash crossing over her left hip, but the heavy tar knob fell on the same crushed area of fatty flesh of her pubis striking with a spray of blood. He applied two blows across her twitching, convulsing taut belly, one above the other below her belly button. The battered blonde felt the final blows as a punch of agony too great to bear, and escaped again into unconsciousness.

As Stok had slowly worked over the now blood specked, young body, the crew took note of her tiny waist, beautiful slim legs. Her pair of full ripe breasts jutting proudly from her burgeoning chest, both of which were bruised and swelling were crew focus points as well. Her arms and legs were both held outstretched and as she began to again re-awaken she felt many hands roaming across her body. Her breasts and nipples were pinched and roughly squeezed and then she felt a new sensation. Hands were roaming between her legs and worming beneath her between the cheeks of her ass. She glanced down and saw Stok step between her legs. Feeling his cock at the entrance to her battered vagina, she began to scream but the sound was quickly choked off by a hand pushed over her mouth. She tried to bite the hand but was unsuccessful. The huge bos'n pressed his cock against her bloody labium then with a brutal thrust instantaneously penetrated her to the hilt. The hand across her mouth held back a long and harrowing muffled scream of pain.

Stok began plunging himself in and out and each movement was a mix of horror and pain to her. Within a few minuets, Denise felt the rapist tense and moan and felt him contract within her. A hot rush of sperm flooded her vagina. No sooner had Stok withdrawn from her than another man took his place between her legs. Again, Denise felt a cock shoved roughly into her. At almost the same time, another man climbed onto the table and knelt over her chest, his cock aiming straight for her face. He forced himself into her mouth causing her to gag. She tried to move her head away to one side and then another but more hands held her head motionless.

But for her, this was only the start of the horror. The man between her legs spent himself and was replaced by yet another man. The pain she had felt with Stok's intrusion was being replaced by a sore ache now and dryness was quickly being replaced by a squishy, moist feeling. Suddenly, the man on her chest tensed and grabbed her head tightly. Denise felt the man's cock spasm and the man pushed deeply into her mouth, filling her throat with the head of his cock. As he then pulled forward, she felt another spasm and a thick salty fluid filled the back of her throat. Again she gagged but the man kept plunging himself in and out of her mouth. Finally, he withdrew and wiped the head of his cock across her face leaving a small blob of sperm on her cheek. Denise began to gag uncontrollably and found herself growing faint.

The limp blonde offered no resistance to the final two crewmen. In order to bring her fighting spirit they began to flog her mercilessly. When she began to respond they subsequently raped Denise without mercy. When they were through with the blonde her pretty face was covered with splashes of cum, and her lovely long hair was matted with sweat and cum. No longer conscious she had been raped and beaten repeatedly by all seven of the crewmen, who were well satisfied and pleased with their work.

Topside even with the wind whipped sea spraying across the deck several buckets of cold water had to be thrown on the battered girl to bring her back from the oblivion she had been inhabiting. "You are either lying or a very stupid girl!" Captain Grud exclaimed. "Perhaps these will help you to regain your memory." Grud sneered as he held before the crying girl's eyes several damagingly sharp and long spikes. The weapons had been created by sharpening the tips and grinding smooth the flat ends of ten inch nails. Michelle sputtered under the onslaught of the water before becoming fully aware of the weapons dancing before her eyes.

Her sputtering continued as she cried out a plaintive wail of despair and foreboding. "No! No! Please no more, I can take no more pain! Oh God, please have mercy." "Tell me, where is the opium?" snapped Grud. With only her sobbing wail in response the captain bent to his task He probed her several times with a sharp steel needle, on previously unmarked parts of her curvaceous body, producing a series of small blood dripping wounds on her delightfully rounded belly, and then moving around to her back, over her narrow waist and down her round buttocks.

Moving back in front of Michelle and warming to his work, he began to thrust harder, now marking the crimson splattered skin of her perfectly shaped breasts by deeply thrusting into her flesh with the long needle. The crewmen stood in a tight circle around her, watching her jerk and twitch in obvious pain as she hung upright, held helpless by her wrists, twisting in pain. She was drooling and mewling now, sweating profusely, her naked body jerking violently as she tried to escape the merciless needles as again they were jabbed deep into the side of her soft full breast. Blood flowed generously from these new wounds. The captain again probed deeply into Michelle's breast flesh, this time thrusting the heavy needle completely through from one side. He listened to her frantic agony build, and saw the writhing of her hips and body.

Grud snarled as he brought more and larger spikes to her bloodied breasts. He smiled to himself as he watched the girl writhe in obvious pain when he thrust the sharp point slowly, slowly, deep into her firm, full breast, working through the soft firm flesh from her side where the first swelling of her youthful breast appeared, until the tip of the needle reappeared thrusting outward from just below the pink nipple. Michelle's scream of agony echoed across the deck while Grud preformed the same function to her other globular orb. On and on her screaming continued, seemingly almost with taking a breath to refill her tortured lungs.

"Still not talking bitch?" Grud inquired as he bent down to the girl's crotch, noticing with satisfaction the red, black and blue wounds on her thighs. Aiming the nail point carefully, he thrust deep through the pink flesh of her sensitive vaginal lips, carefully, slowly, listening to the girl's mewling agony, and relishing the agonized gasps, as her thighs worked in desperate movements to relieve the pain. Her moans and choked screams seemed to increase when he probed into the tender lips of her vagina with his long needle. Blood from the inflicted wounds dripped down the inside of her thighs, tracing a slow lacy path of crimson.

Michelle again passed into unconsciousness. Grud had the crew members take the bloody battered girl down from the boom and hold her spread-eagled to the deck. More buckets of water were poured on the limp girl until she slowly regained consciousness. Looking up at her assailants Michelle could see sadistic lust in their eyes. "These men want to enjoy your body before you have been damaged beyond repair" threatened Grud. "When I give you to them, first they will fuck you again and again, and when you fail to respond to their carnal lust they will whip you and do to you anything they wish, until the time you tell us where the opium is hidden or die, which ever comes first."

"But before I give you to them I will give you one last chance to save yourself and your friend. Grud snarled as he knelt down beside her tethered body. In his hand he held the longest spike yet. The girl emitted an ear-piercing scream when she saw the spike, the wicked, lethal point and the long, thick shaft of polished metal as he held it up above her body. The thick jagged oversized metal spike appeared to be twelve inches in length.

"Talk now bitch," he said simply, his voice thick and low. The girl screamed non-stop, her head thrashing side-to-side in denial of his intent and strained desperately at her bonds in a vane attempted to gain release. The captain gripped her left nipple with his free hand, pinching the firm bud between finger and thumb and crushing it cruelly until it flattened under the pressure. He placed the sharp point of the pike at the very tip of her nipple, the thin point locating in the end hole to send the girl into a series of shuddering convulsions. "Where is the opium?"

The girl bawled her little heart out in response but to no avail, the sadistic Grud was unmoved by her display of woe. He pressed down on the shaft spearing its point cruelly down an inch into her tender bud. She pulled so hard at the men holding her spread-eagled that she was almost able to break free. She emitted a most pitiful, screeched wail. "Last chance," he taunted and pushed the thick jagged spike down into the middle of her nipple.

For the third time Michelle passed out from the pain and terror. When she came to she was still lying there naked. Now she was tied spread eagled to deck, water from the windy sea was constantly being splashed on her so much that she had trouble trying to catch her breath, She was aware of at least six men standing around her, most of them stark naked with their cocks standing out straight. Someone grabbed her breasts and pulled them high, yanking on her nipples so that she cried out. Another one of the men shoved his cock at her face. "Open your fuckin' mouth, bitch," someone yelled as Michelle stared dazedly at the huge cock in her face. Her rape had only just begun and already it was endless, it seemed. She felt one man after another mount her until her entire lower body became numb. She gazed as if in a dream as a man shot whitish semen across her face and then rubbed it into her skin.

Michelle's long dark hair lay slicked back from the combination of sea water and sperm. The beauty who had existed the day before was now almost unrecognizable. The vicious crewmen had beaten her face and body at the same time they drilled their ravaging cocks into her body and mouth. Her lower back and buttocks were bruised black and blue, her breasts bleeding from numerous puncture and whip strike wounds as well as blood and gore that oozed from her mutilated nipples. Her eyes were blackened, her face was swollen from slaps and punches given by the men who felt she was not responding.

Finally, it seemed to be over. The men had stopped assaulting the helpless woman and left her lying on the deck alone. One of the crewmen walked up to her and noticed that Michelle had now lost consciousness and lay utterly limp, exhausted, in shock, and unable to move. She closed her eyes and heard voices that seemed to be coming from far away. "What the fuck we gonna do now?" "Kill the bitch?"

The captain and the entire crew had been so engrossed with beating and raping the two women that they failed to notice that the storm surrounding them had become a hurricane. The old freighter was floundering badly. The sea anchor had torn loose earlier and the ship had been pushed far north by the storm. Using his GPS the captain was able to discover their location. They were only a few miles from the coastal city of Galveston, Texas. Water was coming aboard faster than the ship's pumps could handle. The ship was sinking.

Once the captain realized the danger he ordered the crew to abandon ship. It was at that point that Michelle was regaining her senses. She heard one of the crewmen question the captain about the woman tied to the deck. The girl let out an inhuman scream. Her fear from that area was uncalled for. The entire crew took the only lifeboat aboard the freighter and they all abandoned ship. The two women were left aboard to go down with the ship.

And that is what would have happened. However Denise who had not been bound to the table below deck re-awoke to find herself alone. The ship was listing badly and Denise had to struggle to get to the upper deck. Once there, she found and freed Michelle. The two girls jumped off the freighter before it sank. They appropriated a wooden pallet and floated free from the sinking ship.

The girls were washed ashore four miles south of Galveston. The Freighter crew all survived, successfully rowing their life boat to Port Lavaca. In the end no opium was found, no one died, and the ship was lost. More likely the title of this little tale should read: