3 comments/ 78311 views/ 6 favorites Slave Ship Sodomy By: Intercontinental His heart had no truck with it, this despicable trade in human flesh. Helpless souls captured and tricked into a life of servitude. But he had a living to earn, and his first posting as an eighteen year old Midshipman had been to sail from London to Freetown in Africa to take a fresh shipment of female slaves to New Orleans. He quickly, and literally, "learned the ropes" on the first leg of the journey, before they took on their human cargo. As the slaves wearily embarked, a female starved crew ravenously identified the ones they would take their pleasure with. Although officially forbidden, there was an inevitability that liaisons, forced and consensual would unfold. In truth, conditions were hard for everyone, and discipline harsh. The women were worked remorselessly. Ration deprivation, arbitrary punishment, floggings and even "forced disembarkation" -- in the middle of the ocean, all had their place. But in this tough world Midshipman Reynolds quickly found favour with the slaves. Firm, but fair, he stepped in wherever he could to save a woman from an unjustified lashing, or the lice ridden drunken attentions of some drunk crew member. With only three other officers reporting to the Captain, Reynolds soon found himself increasingly autonomous as the Captain's confidence in him grew. It had happened by chance really. He had stumbled into the Quartermaster's Store to find three frightened slaves cowering in the corner as eight crewmen circled, preparing to supplement their "rations". Rescuing the women from their plight he made them his personal servants, a prized privilege. They waited on him and the other officers hand and foot and attended to ensuring the highest standards of cleanliness and presentation in the Wardroom. As a result of their status, none of the crew dared molest, or maltreat them. Too soon, the journey was all but at an end, with an uncertain life of bondage ahead. The women had been asked to make special efforts in the Wardroom the night before they entered port as it was the custom for the Captain and his Officers to entertain Plantation owners when they docked. With the rest of the slaves in the hold, and the other Officers in their Quarters it was up to Reynolds, as Officer of the Watch, to dismiss his charges. " A very satisfactory job," he declared. It was then that Hyacinth stepped forwards. "Mister, you have been very kind to us on this journey, and before we go we would like to show some of that kindness back to you. We thought that with the three of us we could really show our appreciation. We will do whatever you want, but if we could be so bold we would rather offer you our ass rather than pussy. You see if we fall with child we will be worthless as workers to our new Master. " Reynold's mind raced. Officially, carnal relations with slaves was banned. In practise though, many Officers took "favourites", with some "couples" reuniting whenever the ship came to port. And it had been three months since he had last enjoyed the pleasure of female flesh. And they were offering. "All three of you, I want you to go over to that cannon in the corner and bend over it side by side. This is not a request, it is an order." Hurriedly the women went over and complied with his request. "Now remove your blouses, and drop your skirts and undergarments, if I am to take you in the manner of the Greeks I shall have to determine which of you is best for the task." The sight that greeted him provoked an immediate and strong swelling in his britches. Three ebony asses perched in the air astride the cannon all ready to be fucked. Did any man ever see a finer sight? He started on the left with Ruth, she was barely 5 foot tall and her short legs struggled to touch the floor. The youngest of the three, her snatch was blessed with just the lightest of coverings of hair. As he ran his hand to cup her sex, she gasped and turned to look towards him. She had the most beautiful face, and she licked her lips as her anticipation rose. He wiggled his little finger around her brown starfish as she squealed with excitement. Petite, but firm, it was a real possibility. In the middle was Hyacinth who had spoken earlier, a little taller, her feet were firmly on the ground. The most athletic of the three, she lay with her legs almost pressed together. Reynolds knew how to deal with that, he ran his index finger along the slit of her sex, instantly she shuffled her legs apart to accept and encourage the ministrations of the eager Officer. Reynolds then eased his finger up her pussy before placing his thumb at her puckered hole and pressing. As it sank in ,Hyacinth reared up, then fell ,as the shock passed, her fulsome breasts slapping against the cold iron. He undid his britches to ease the pressure on his burgeoning crotch. He would have taken her there and then if it was not for the fact that there was one ass more for his consideration. He watched as a fine bead of perspiration slid down the crack of her buttocks, slipped across her ass hole ,then disappeared into what was obviously a rapidly dampening snatch. Last there was Elisa, the quietest of the three, and the oldest at about thirty. A little heavier than the others she lay with her ass tipped highest in the air as she pushed up on her tip toes, her long lean legs glistening, and her taut calf muscles perfectly defined. She yelped as Reynolds slipped one, then three fingers into her sodden snatch before sawing them in and out, causing her ass cheeks to convulse with excitement. Simultaneously he watched her tiny entrance pulse. "Please Mister Reynolds, please give it to me, please take my virgin ass," she moaned. The combination of her plump, well rounded ass cheeks, the heady smell of her sex and a tight virgin hole was too much for the Officer. "Elisa is the one I shall take, Ruth sit down under us, and pleasure me, Hyacinth stand opposite and let me suckle on those breasts." Under orders, each woman took their position. Each knew what they had to do. Ruth pulled down the Officers trousers and stroked his already hard tool with one hand, using the other to stimulate herself as the musky odours of sex filled her nostrils. Sitting on the floor, her back to the cannon she inclined her head backwards and began to lap at the juices flowing out of Elisa's pussy. Hyacinth took position standing the other side, cupping her heavy breasts, the nipples hard, calling Reynolds to lean forward to enjoy them. Elisa raised her head and in turn tongued Hyacinth's snatch. He felt like he was about to explode from sensory overload as he did indeed incline forwards and grasped Elisa's soft haunches, firstly she moaned as Ruth stepped up her lapping on her pussy, then he moaned, as Ruth's firm fingers grasped his tool and guided it towards Elisa's virgin entrance. As he did so Hyacinth gently put her hands either side of his face and planted it in the cleft of her bountiful bosom. Reynolds acted on instinct. His rose tipped lance parted Elisa's reluctant hole then sank it's length. The tightness and heat was incredible, he felt Ruth's tongue lap at his balls , desperate to please. He kept on pressing, forcing his cock in as deep as it could possibly go, each inch opening uncharted territory, new pleasure and new pain. Carefully withdrawing a little, he then pushed forwards again, he was totally in control. Then, after the fifth or sixth stroke her previously helpless ass began to stir. She began to push back, then fall with his stroke quickly establishing a lusty rhythm. "Oh, Mister Reynolds, you have surely ruined my virgin ass, take it sir, take it! Fill me with your seed." she cried as she bucked to his ever more urgent thrusts. He moved his hands from Elisa's hips to Hyacinth's shoulders to steady himself as he nuzzled at those beautiful breasts and playfully bit those bouncing nipples. Slowly, but surely he felt twelve weeks of spunk welling up in his balls. He increased the pace. His desperate cock drove into Elisa's battered hole, his balls slapping against Ruth's dutiful face and tongue below. He then passed the point of no return as his servant screamed a cry of pain, pleasure, and ecstasy as she in turn worked Hyancinth's sex. Hyacinth then screamed as Elisa's tongue took her to her climax which doubled in intensity as Reynolds squeezed her nipples with a cruel strength. Like a wild animal Reynolds drove home those final strokes, almost flattening Elisa's hips on the black iron as she was taken by a weapon across a weapon. As if by telepathy Ruth darted her tongue into Reynolds anus as he fired his first spurt up Elisa's now deflowered passage, then withdrew to fire the next spurts all over Ruth's grateful face, lips and tongue and into her mouth, before slumping in a heap on Elisa's back. Finally, reality returned, and they all started to dress, quite silently. Hyacinth pulled up the front of her blouse to hide the bite marks that covered her bust. Elisa tenderly pulled up her skirt and drawers, convinced that she would never be able to sit down again. Ruth mopped up the creamy residue on her face and neck. Reynolds buttoned himself up and turned to his playmates. "I shall be approaching the Captain with a view to making your positions permanent."