Life isn't fair. The girl didn't mean to get wrapped up in this. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She could've picked any other ship to stowaway on and she'dve been fine. But now the blonde panda was on her knees, a piece of dirty cloth tied over her eyes, and a thick rope binding her wrists firmly together behind her back. 
     Pandora could hear sounds of struggle all around her. She heard a glass bottle shatter amongst the symphony of men laughing. 
     "Drinks all 'round, boys!" A guttural masculine voice echoed through the hull of the ship's lower deck; followed by a wave of similar rugged voices crying out in triumph. Pandora could smell nothing but booze, gunpowder, and sweaty, hairy men. She preferred the smell of the rotting fruit crate she was hiding in over this.
     "A'right y'all, don'tcha think we've kept these scum waitin' long enough?! I think it's about time we start the show!" A voice from behind Pandora called to the crowd in front of her. A synchronous "Raaa!" from the crowd filled the girl with dread. She tried to hide how much she was trembling.
     "This pathetic 'scuse of a crew thought theys could attack the Black Ghost an get away with it! And now with their lil' canoe at the bottom of the ocean, how's about we send these cunts down with it!?" Another cry from the crowd. Tears welled up in Pandora's eyes. This was an execution. 
     "Lets start with the big man 'imself!" A cloth was torn, and the sound of a boot meeting fur was heard throughout the deck. "Ello, Cap'n. Anything to say for 'yerself?"
     "You spineless vermin will be burning in-" a deafening blast pierces the air, followed by a heavy thud. Pandora jumped at the sudden noise. It reminded her of the blasts that preceded the sinking of the boat she was just on. The young panda sobbed softly, her tears wetting the blindfold over her eyes.
     Another cloth torn, another loud kick, and another last word spoken. The executioner made his way down the row of captives, each one just as defiant as the last; and just as dead. The crowd of alcohol-fueled masculinity roared after each gunshot, each growing closer and closer to the shaking girl. And soon enough, Pandora was next on the chopping block.
     "Aye, this's new." The man's voice echoed from just above her messy blonde hair. Pandora reared back as the man pulled the blindfold. She felt a cold metal against the back of her head as the man sawed through the cloth. He pulled it back suddenly, causing Pandora to fall forward, landing face down on the wooden floorboards. "Ow… Ah-!" Pandora squeaked as she was lifted off the ground by a chunk of her hair.
     Pandora could now see the group of men all staring at her. Something was now more interesting than the bottles of booze laying around. There was a surprising variety in the species of the crowd. From mice and rabbits to wolves and bears. Though they all had one thing in common: they were about as hygienic as an outhouse.
     "Haha! Lookit that, they had a lil' lady on board!" The man, a horse, yanked Pandora's hair again. "What's your name, girlie?" He leaned in and spoke right into her ear. Pandora whined, frozen in her fear. "I said… your name!" He shouted as he launched a punch into the girl's face. Pandora let out an "Unf!"  as she fell to the floor.
     Immediately she was hoisted back up, the horse pulling her close.
     "Now tell us your name, bitch."
     "P-pandora…" she whimpered as she started to cry again.
     "Well, Pandora, whaddyou think about joinin' 'yer friends on the ground over there?" He motioned to the line of bodies he had just made.
     "N-no…! P-please, I'm not with them! I snuck aboard- I-I didn't know they would- I'm not a- please don't kill me… I'll do anything…" Pandora started bawling. One of her eyes had grown swollen and black from where the horse had punched her.
     "Anything, eh?" The horse smiled deviously. "Well, boys? Whaddyall think?"
     The crowd was surprisingly quiet. A few whispers here and there before a fox near the front spoke up.
     "Wouldn't want a fine piece of ass like that to go to waste," the fox snickered.
     "Why's don't we give 'er a warm welcome aboard the Black Ghost!" a mouse sneered.
     "Yeah! Lemme have a go at the little whore! I bet 'er cunt is tighter than a-"
     "Shut it! She's beggin' ME for 'er life, not y'all!" The horse boomed. He turned to look back at the girl, she was still quietly sobbing. "So missy, whaddya think? You do a few things for me an I won't put a hole in 'yer head."
     "Ok… I'll do whatever you want…" Pandora muttered, keeping her gaze on the floor.
     "Attagirl." He gave a quick smack to her ass. The horse used his knife to cut the rope binding her wrists, finally letting go of the girl and stepping back. With a heavy thud the man sat on the floor and looked to the cowering panda. "Now- get those clothes off; nice and slow."
     Pandora looked around. All eyes were on her. Her face grew red as she dreaded what these men had planned for her. She was wearing a thatch tunic and pants kept together with a thin rope tied around her waist. Guess she only had one choice…
     She pulled the rope and the knot untied. Her pants fell to the floor, revealing her white cotton panties hidden underneath. Well- as white as they could be with how dirty they were. Pandora hadn't had a way of bathing herself for a while (yet she was leagues ahead of the cleanliness of the crowd ogling her). Next she lifted her tunic. She could hear a few men grunting as her feminine belly and modest breasts were brought into the humid open air.
     Pandora was surrounded by a crowd of very horny men in nothing but a pair of panties. Countless bulges began growing in their pants. Some had already been unleashed, shafts being stroked as the men enjoyed the show. The girl looked up at the horse, who was staring at her with a disgusting grin. 
     His pants were down and his penis was growing. Pandora couldn't help but stare; it was massive. It was as thick as her forearm, and about as long, too. It had a fat, flared head with a urethral opening looking her right in the eye. Pandora was about a meter away and could smell his crotch's scent.
     "Well? C'mere already!" His hand gripped his length, squeezing it as he beckoned her to come closer. "Dumb bitch…" he added under his breath.
     Pandora obeyed, leaning forward and crawling to him on all fours. As she did the men behind her got a plentiful view of her ass, to which the girl could hear a handful of grunts and chuckles as they lustfully watched her. She sat back down before the horse, her face almost touching his cock. The smell was even worse up close…
     The horse leaned in, grabbing Pandora by the chin and forcing her to look at him.
     "Now listen 'ere, slave, I'm the First Mate of this 'ere ship, and s'long as the Cap'n don't 'ear about this… you's belong to me!" He finished his sentence with a heavy slap to the girl's cheek, causing her to recoil in pain. "Now why don't you's get acquainted with your Master…"
     The horse grabbed the top of the girl's blonde head, and forced her face-first onto his cock. He held her head down as her nose was pressed into the area between the base of his shaft and his balls. Pandora tried to hold her breath for a moment, but soon was forced to breathe in his strong scent of masculinity.
     Pandora's eyes started to water, and she felt herself gag through her closed mouth. His crotch felt warm and damp. Was it sweat? Urine? Something else? Either way, Pandora knew that she hated it.
     "Like the smell, whore? Go ahead and take a taste, too," the man called out, as he reached behind the girl and smacked her ass. Pandora flinched at the impact, and more tears streamed from her eyes. Were they tears of disgust? Pain? Fear? Probably all three. Pandora just wanted to cry, but she knew if she didn't listen to the man he'd just hurt her more, so she braced herself and wiped her tongue on his member.
     Pandora grimaced in a way one would upon eating a lemon. Her eyes watered as she endured the salty taste; she didn't dare pull back her tongue, so she continued dragging it up his length. She debated switching to her teeth and taking a chunk out of him, something that would guarantee her instant death. Maybe death was a better option than this torture.
     "Start gettin' me off," he commanded, grabbing her head with one hand. Pandora could feel an intense pressure from his fingertips alone, a feeling which dissuaded her from any provoking moves. The panda reluctantly held his girth with two hands and slowly jerked them up and down. The man swung his head back, exhaling with a heavy huff.
     "More…!" he grunted, forcing the girl's head onto his flared tip. A glossy bud of precum had pooled on his head, threatening to drool over as it leaked. Pandora was pushed face-first into the globule, smearing it over her lips. She dreadfully opened her mouth and licked up his fluids. She ran her tongue over his flare with disgust, masturbating him faster.
     "F-fuck! Stop, I can't wait anymore!" he shouted, grasping his hand around Pandora's throat. In a single motion, he swung forward and slammed the panda onto her back. The horse stared lustfully into her eyes, looming over her with his cock prodding against her panties. "Ha~ this cunt's all mine!" 
     Pandora choked as the man held her throat with one hand; he used the other to hold her waist, pressing his tip to her entrance through the cotton.
     "H-help…!" the girl called out to the men still watching.
     "I call next, I want her ass!" It wasn't the answer she hoped for.
     The horse pushed harder, his thick head resisted by both the panties blocking the way, and the dangerous size difference between the two. It didn't stop the ravenous stallion, though. He pushed until the cotton ripped, and continued until the next barrier was broken.
     "OW! S-stop, please! Y-you'll rip me apart!" Pandora was able to call out as the man's grip on her neck loosened. Multiple streams of tears wet her cheeks. She was fearing for her life, now more than ever. "Somebody, help!" she screamed, hoping some guardian angel would reach out and save her.
     "Brown!" a gruff voice boomed from behind the pair. The horse instantly let go of the girl and shot up, looking to the source of the voice. "What the blazes is going on here?!"
     The horse held up his hands and got off of the panda.
     "Nothin' Cap! I was jus', er- finishin' up with the captives!" he said defensively, tucking his still-hard erection partway into his pants. The Captain walked closer, the latches of his boots clicking every step he took. Pandora, who was flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, watched the Captain enter her gaze. He was jackal, a combination of tan and gray fur comprised his face. He had a lit cigar in his mouth, and was wearing a formal leather jacket. He leaned down and stared at the trembling girl on the floor beneath him. Pandora quickly averted her eyes, blushing as she remembered how exposed she was.
     "Poor girl. When I tell you to execute people I expect you to do exactly that. Brown, you'll be spending tonight in the brig. Oh- and you're relieved of your First Mate duties. You fuck around anymore and you'll be thrown overboard, am I clear?"
     "Y-yes Cap'n…" whimpered the once-threatening and dominant stallion.
     "And pull your pants up. Now- for you, little lady…"
     "P-please don't kill me!" Pandora shouted, curling into a ball and bracing for the worst.
     "I think you've suffered enough, darling. Come, let's get you cleaned up." the jackal said, extending a hand to her. 
     The jackal had taken Pandora to his quarters and adorned her with a set of dress-robes. They were ill-fitting but were the cleanest clothes the girl had worn in ages. The Captain led Pandora to a candle-lit dining table; a buffet of mouth-watering delicacies covered the plates lining it. 
     "I'm sure you're hungry, have whatever you want. Consider it an apology for what those barbarians did to you," the jackal said, sliding Pandora a set of silver utensils. The panda hesitated for a minute, still terrified beyond belief. She was trembling, fearing this man even more than the horse. The Captain said nothing, brandishing silverware of his own and digging into a thick-cut steak on one of the plates before him.
     Eventually Pandora garnered the strength to pick up her fork, shortly before stabbing it into a fine-cut, steaming potato. She blew on it light before carefully biting off her fork. It was exceptional. Even for something as mundane as a potato it tasted extravagant. It had a light saltiness to it, along with being perfectly soft and easy to chew.
     The bliss of such an immaculate taste made the girl's fears vanish, and she leapt in for more. The jackal eyed her curiously as she sampled every dish available, smirking to himself as he watched her indulge.
     "I see you're enjoying the food, anything you'd like to request?" Pandora paused, giving a side-eye stare at him.
     "Uhm… do you- maybe- have some… bread?" she asked, nervously.
     "Right away, darling." The jackal stood and left, returning shortly with a warm basket of bread, placing it before the eager panda.
     "W-why are you doing this for me?" Pandora said, breaking a piece of the bread in two.
     "Partly because I feel the need to reimburse you for what my men did. Though…" A mischievous smirk formed on his face. "I did have a proposal for you." Pandora looked up at him, chewing a chunk of the delicious bread. "Ever since I set sail on this ship, crewed only by men, I have longed for the company of a woman."
     Pandora gulped, knowing exactly where this was going. The man pulled something from his jacket, approaching her with it in hand. 
     "What do you say, girl? A lifetime of being doted upon, having all your needs met, and being safe by my side- all in turn for you becoming my pet," the Captain said as he held out a large leather collar.