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Shanghaied Part 4
"Valk ahead of me, slave, ve're going to number 7. Do you remember?"
"Yes."
My left hand spasms uncontrollably, there's a sharp pain shooting up my arm, so I try to take hold of my wrist, when my right hand starts the spasms.
"You forgot to call me Mistress, yes?"
Anna says with a smile in her voice.
"Yyyyeess Mmmissstreess, I'mmm sssoorrrryyy Mmmiissstrreesss."
"Much better, slave, there von't be a next time, yes?"
The spasms stop, but my forearms cramp up, and my fingers take a few minutes to uncurl.
"Yes Mistress, may I ask a question Mistress?"
"Just one."
"Would Natasha prefer Mistress, or Master?"
"You vill call her Mistress, Alexis is your only Master."
"Thank you Mistress."
We arrive at cabin 7, and Anna says, "You vill shower, shave, and return to us vhen you're done. Do not try to go down to the girl, or above the lounge deck, if you try, you'll be punished."
"Yes Mistress."
"There are toiletries in the head at the end of the corridor. Make sure you use the depilatory, ve like our slaves hairless. Return to us naked, you vill be told vhen to vear clothes."
"Yes Mistress."
She turns and leaves without another word.
I examine my bracelets and realize that the only way I could remove them would be to cut my thumbs off.
I walk down to the head and examine my neck band in the stainless steel mirror. The lock is electronic, with a small green LED glowing softly.
Resigned to my fate, I find a bottle of body wash, a safety razor, shaving cream, and of all things, Nair.
I slather the Nair all over my body and decide to brush my teeth while the Nair works.
I find a new toothbrush and some foreign tooth paste, and brush my teeth, as well as shave.
I think about using the toothbrush as a shiv, or removing the blade out of the razor, but I see the security cameras track my every move, plus remaining naked will leave me without a place to hide either.
'Face it Chief, they thought of everything. You're only option is to figure out how they control the bands.' I think as I shower off my body hair.
The body wash is much too floral and feminine for me, but I bet they chose it on purpose as another psychological reminder of my helplessness.
I examine my hairless body, and it looks like a prepubescent teen. Depressed, I towel off, making sure to return everything I used back to their proper place, before heading upstairs.
As I'm heading up the stairs Vanya steps out of a hatch of a deck two levels above mine. I stop short when she holds her hand up.
'Oh fuck, what should I do? Do I step around her, and continue as ordered? Or do I defer to her authority, and pray she doesn't cut my throat?'
Before I can decide, she places her palm on my chest. She pushes me back against the bulkhead, pinning me there with a stare.
She leans in close and examines my necklace. "I see that bitch has already claimed her property."
Her right hand reaches down and starts stroking my cock. I close my eyes, and try to think a way out of this dilemma.
In a low voice oozing with promised pleasure, "you find me sexy, yes?"
"Yes, Miss, you are very pretty," I whisper. 'Pretty fucked in the head,' I think to myself.
"Look at me slave."
I open my eyes, and try everything in my power not to get aroused, but she is extremely pretty, and my cock has a mind of it's own.
"You vant to fuck me, yes?"
'No no oh hell fuckin no!' I think, but my stupid cock is screaming 'YES!'
"Yes Miss," I whisper.
She grabs my collar and pulls my head down, kissing me deeply, as her stroking increases it's tempo.
'Fuck! What should I do? I can't just break her neck, and I can't resist, without setting her off.'
Vanya starts licking my neck and ear, and whispers, "I vill come see you tonight, you must not tell the bitch, and I von't tell my bastard husband, ok?"
"Yes Miss, but what about the cameras?" A chink in the armor? Or a trap?' I think to myself, I guess i'll find out later.
"I'll take care of it, she whispers."
I can't stop myself from orgasm, as she's continues licking my neck. She catches my cum in her palm before raising it to my lips.
"Lick my hand clean, slave."
I do as I'm ordered, licking my salty spunk out of her palm, before sucking each finger clean.
'Ugh, that was disgusting!' I think as she lowers herself and licks my cock clean. She stands up and snowballs me before stepping back through the hatch.
I take a moment to catch my breath, before continuing upstairs to my new Master.
I step out onto the deck where by Master and Mistress's are enjoying some fresh fruit, the sun has just come up and promises another beautiful day.
My mouth waters, and my stomach reminds me I haven't eaten in at least 18 hours, as I step up to the table and bow my head.
All three girls turn their eyes to me and Alexis says, "Let's inspect our slave, shall ve?"
All three of them examine me like a fresh side of beef. I see Alexis's eyes narrow as she examines my cock."
"Did you play vith yourself slave?"
"No, Master." I say in all honesty.
"I think your lying to us." Natasha chimes in.
"No, Mistress, other than using the Nair, and body wash, I haven't touched myself."
Anna stands and opens a hutch, inside is a 42" flat screen tv. Anna types a few keys into a keyboard and the security footage of my time downstairs appears.
We watch the footage of my conversation with Anna, my shower, and return upstairs. Apparently there aren't any cameras in the stairwell, because my little encounter with Psycho, never appears.
"Vhy vere you in the stairwell for ten minutes?" Anna asks.
"Mistress, Boris and Vanya were arguing in the stairwell above me. I felt it prudent to avoid contact with them at this time." I lie through my teeth.
Once again Alexis's eyes narrow, but I maintain my poker face, and provide nothing to hang myself with.
"Kneel, slave." Alexis orders, and I comply.
"It's time to learn my rules, first, you vill remain naked unless ve're entertaining guests. If ve're entertaining, you vill be provided a uniform to vear."
"You vill remain silent unless asked a direct question. You vill never speak unless one of us allows you to."
"You vill not interact vith any other slaves, my Father, Brother, or Vanya. You are OUR slave, not theirs. If they interfere vith your duties, you vill inform me immediately."
"You vill never go above this deck, or to the lowest level unless one of us takes you. If you're caught on either deck, I vill give you to Boris."
"If you happen to be elsewhere on the ship and one of us vants you, your collar vill beep and vibrate. One beep and you come find me, two beeps, and you go to Natasha and Anna."
"You shall clean our rooms from top to bottom daily, if ve find anything less than perfect, you shall be punished. You vill also do vhatever ve order you to, without hesitation, or you vill be punished."
"You vill eat vhat and vhen ve tell you, sleep vhen ve tell you, and vhen ve're off ship, you vill stay in your cabin."
"You can use the library, but remember all the computers and telephones are restricted. If you are caught trying to send for help, I vill give you to Vanya, and vatch her cut you balls off."
"Do you understand our rules, slave?"
"Yes Master."
"I suppose you would like to eat now?"
"Yes Master, may I please eat something?"
"Come have a seat, Anna, order our slave some food."
I sit at the table and remain silent as the girls speak in Russian.
'So, they're human after all,' I think after they allow me to sit at the table.
Natasha turns to me and says, "if you do as your told, and stay out of trouble, you'll find your position tolerable, you may even come to accept it."
'No fucking chance, bitch!'
"But if you choose to fight us, you vill find your time vith us short and very painful, yes?"
"Yes Mistress, I'm trying to accept my enslavement, I'll try not to cause trouble. I just want to live."
"Good, after you eat, I'll show you around the ship."
"Thank you...Mistress."
She smiles, clearly pleased with the title.
The girl who served the Crepes yesterday brings out a cart full of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and tea.
She's naked, except for a collar and bracelets, and I realize she's a slave too.
She actually has a pretty face, and nice body, and I can see why she was shanghaied.
She places the platters on the table, along with plates, cups with saucers, and silverware.
My mouth is watering as I wait for the girls to be served first.
Once Alexis, Natasha and Anna are served, the slave girl places two slices of dry toast, half an apple and three strawberries on my plate, before leaving us.
Alexis stares at me just daring me to say something, but I remain quiet and pick up a piece of toast.
I finish my breakfast and stand, with my hands behind my back to wait for Natasha to give me a tour.
"You learn quickly, this is good. You may finish our scraps, slave." Alexis says as she scrapes the remainder of their breakfasts onto a plate.
She then places the plate on the deck, and raises her brows expectantly.
'You fucking bitch!' I think as I lower myself onto my knees, before prostrating myself at her feet.
"Thank you Master." I say before lowering my face to the plate and eat like a god damned dog!
All three girls start giggling, as they watch me eat.
Anna drops a napkin to the deck and orders me to clean up before my tour.
Natasha orders me to follow her and we move through the lounge. She shows me the library, which has very few books in English,
We enter Alexis's stateroom, which is huge, with floor to ceiling windows, a gorgeous view of the bow and starboard side of the ship, king sized bed, walk in closet full of clothes, and huge bathroom, with marble shower, gigantic soaking tub, bidet and toilet.
There's a small dining area, as well as sitting area with leather sofa, two chairs, flat panel and surround sound audio system.
All the plumbing fixtures are solid gold, and counter tops are marble, I am stunned by it's decadence.
Natasha explains that the port side stateroom across the corridor was Boris and Vanya's, and to stay out.
Natasha and Anna share a stateroom right next to Alexis's. It's mid ship starboard, and while smaller than Alexis's, it's just as decadent, with the same amenities.
Apparently the port side mid ship stateroom is unoccupied this trip, as Natasha's brother Georgi had business in Moscow with her Father.
She tells me that her father and uncle Igor had staterooms on the upper deck, with the bridge, communications, Captain's cabin, and security office were located, and I was never to go up there.
As we're walking I notice that the hatches leading to the top deck have coded locks with ocular scanners.
The main deck is set up for entertaining, with a game room, disco, main salon, and giant hot tub on the fantail.
The deck below the main has the kitchen, and laundry room, as well as crew staterooms, medical bay, and storage.
My room is on the next level, along with seven other slave quarters, and a large hold, where the potable water and sewage tanks are held.
Of course the engine room, main hold, and torture chambers are on the lowest level.
We return to the salon and Tasha shows me where the cleaning supplies are kept.
"Start in Alexis's room, you'll find fresh linens in the linen closet just aft of my cabin. There is a laundry chute located in there."
"Vash the vindows, dust, clean the bathroom, vacuum the carpet, and put avay her laundry. You vill do the same in our cabin."
"So I'm to be your maid...Mistress?"
Natasha's face lights up and she replies, "you vill be vhatever ve vant you to be."
It takes me three hours to clean Alexis's room, and by the time I've cleaned the outside windows, I've become accustom to being naked around the crew, and other slaves.
I can't help but get aroused when I put Alexis's lingerie away in her dresser, much to my dismay, she has quite a collection.
'Don't get comfortable, asshole, you should be thinking about escape, not seeing the bitch who's shanghaied you in panties!'
Alexis enters just as I finish vacuuming, she points at the floor, and I drop to my knees.
She examines my work, and finds things satisfactory. She walks over and stops in front of me.
"Slave, Natasha told me you requested a maid's uniform. Is this true?"
'Shit shit shit!'
"No, Master, I..."
"Are you calling her a liar...Slave?"
"No Master, I believe there's a misunderstanding."
"Tell me vhat you said, and let me be the judge."
"I asked Mistress Natasha if I was to be your maid, she replied I was to be whatever she wanted. Uniforms were never brought up."
"I see, so you asked if you vere our maid, she told you yes, is that it?"
"Yes Master, it is."
"Vhat does a traditional maid vear?"
"Ah, a uniform, I guess."
"And are you our maid?"
"I am your slave, I shall be whatever you desire."
"Yes, you vill. But if I think you vould make a pretty maid, you vill vear one, yes?"
I close my eyes, and I feel a blush creeping up my neck and reply, "no Master, I don't think I would make a pretty maid, or look good in a dress."
I don't see what she did, but once again I find myself waking up flat on my back, with Alexis standing over me.
"Vas that a challenge to my authority?"
"Ah nno Master, please don't shock me anymore, I'll obey."
"Good, now get your ass up and go about your duties."
"Yes, Master." 'No! I will not lower myself to wearing a fucking dress! Being naked is degrading enough!"
I head into the other cabin, and rapidly complete my work.
It's two o'clock, and once again I'm starving. I'll need more than scraps, if I'm to survive.
Natasha and Anna enter the room, they completely ignore me as they strip and toss their clothes everywhere.
They put on bikinis, and as they're leaving Anna says, "just look at this mess! You vill clean this up, and tonight after dinner I vill punish you."
"Yes Mistress." 'What the fuck!' I think. I gather up the discarded clothes, and drop them down the laundry chute.
I seek out my new Master, and she's laying out on Chaise on the foredeck.
I kneel at her feet and wait for her to acknowledge my presence.
After ten minutes of ignoring me, she finally says, "Vhat do you vant."
"Master, may I beg you for something to eat, and something to drink? I'm starting to feel dehydrated."
"Oh, very vell, go tell the cook to make you a sandvich, and you may have as much vater as you need. Then go to your cabin and avait my signal."
"Thank you Master." I lean forward and kiss her feet before heading downstairs.
I grab Moby Dick out of the lobrary before hitting the kitchen. I find the cook too busy to bother with me, so I make my own sandwiches, and grab four bottles of water.
I head down to my cabin and wolf down my food, and three bottles of water. I hit the head, and lay down on my bunk to read. I'm asleep before page five.
I wake up disorienred, with my collar vibrating. Shit, it's not a dream, I am a naked slave. Judging by the position of the sun, it's late afternoon.
I jump up and drink my last bottle of water, and hit the head before running upstairs. Did my collar beep once, or twice? I really don't know...Or care for that matter.
Thankfully I find all three girls in Alexis's cabin watching a movie.
I knock before entering and hear Anna call out, "get your lazy ass in here!"
I enter the cabin and kneel at their feet. I keep my eyes lowered and await a command.
'Hurry up and fuckin wait? WTF?'
I kneel there for fifteen fuckin minutes as the girls ignore me!
Anna finally says, "vhat took you so long? I summoned you tventy minutes ago!"
I'm getting tired of being jerked around so I reply, "I'm sorry Mistress, I vill read your mind and bask in your greatness before you buzz me in the future."
My hands starts a spasmodic dance, and I scream out in anguish after ten uninterrupted minutes of electrical impulses cramps up all the muscles below my elbows.
Anna steps behind me, and shoves me with her foot. I collapse on my face, and curl up in a fetal position as the shocks continue.
"Ve are getting tired of your attitude slave, and I think it's time you experience our displeasure."
The electricty stops, but my muscles continue to contract for another ten minutes. I'm afraid I may be crippled, but I eventually regain control of my hands.
"Ju ju justtt kkkiilll mme alrreaddy, ggivvve mme tto Vvannya, annddd geet it ovvver with!"
"You lazy fuck! Ve haven't even ordered you to do very much, but you vhine and cry like a pussy. No bitch, you vill not escape that easy." Alexis chimes in with venom.
"I vas hoping you vould behave, and ve vould have a pretty slave to play vith."
"Vhat do you think, girls?"
Anna kicks me in the ass and says, "I say ve cut his tongue out, that vill stop his vhining!"
"Oh no, I have plans for that tongue, I say ve brand his dumb ass, dear cousin." Natasha retorts.
"Hmm that's an idea, but I vas thinking more along the lines of a good old fashioned vhipping. I think ve need to break him once and for all."
Natasha switches to Russian, and they talk back and forth for ten minutes, allowing my arms to recover, and my fear to grow.
Natasha steps over to me and shoves my shoulder with her foot, rolling me on my back.
"Put your hands to your side," she orders, and I comply.
She circles me, pausing to rub my cock and balls with her foot. I brace myself for the promised pain, but it doesn't come.
Natasha hikes up her mini skirt, and steps out of her panties, before lowering her shaved pussy over my mouth.
Natasha doesn't have to tell me what to do, I immediately start licking her clit with gusto.
She starts grinding on my flushed face as I bury my tongue deep into her pussy, and swallow her juices.
I feel either Alexis or Anna kneel at my side and start stroking my inner thighs with her nails. I grow erect when the nails tease my hairless balls.
Natasha is thrashing and whimpering as she rides my face like a bucking bronco, her body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure overcomes her.
I feel a cold slimy gel stroked on my cock, and after a few seconds my cock goes slightly numb.
I feel a hot wet pussy slide down my cock, but it's not nearly as pleasurable as it should be, I imagine they used a desensitizing cream to make me last longer.
The pussy starts riding my cock hard and fast, Alexis starts cursing in Russian in between the gasps and moans of pleasure.
Natasha stands on shaky legs, and judging by her glazed eyes, and satisfied smile, she's happy.
Anna's pussy replaces her, and if anything, she rides my face harder.
I feel Alexis's pussy squeeze my cock as she orgasms five or six times, screaming ФУЦК ме, over and over.
I concentrate on tongue fucking Anna, as Natasha takes a ride on my cock.
Tasha and Anna must be kissing, because they both stop their frantic grinding.
Anna's pussy erupts, and her cum threatens to drown me, as she screams in ecstasy. Natasha quickly follows with a few more orgasms of her own.
Alexis replaces Anna on my bruised face, and Natasha places two pillows under my ass before Anna settles her soaked pussy down on my dick.
Once again Anna is the roughest, slamming down and riding me hard.
I have Alexis's swollen clit between my lips when I feel something cold and slimy press up against my sphincter.
I hear Natasha laugh wickedly as she slides a vibrator up my ass, and turns it on.
"Don't fucking stop, bitch... Keep licking!" Alexis commands."
I try to concentrate on her pussy, but it's hard with Anna riding me, and Natasha slowly sliding the vibrator in and out of my ass.
Alexis finally gets off again, and rolls over and lays next to me, spent.
Natasha says, "I vant you to cum in Anna, you have tventy seconds!" She press's the tip of the vibe against my prostate, and increases the speed.
Natasha starts counting down, but I think it's Anna's bucking and moaning that sets me off.
I explode deep in Anna, as she throws her head back and screams. She settles back, and looks at me with a wild expression that scares the shit out of me.
She quickly stands, before lowering her dripping pussy over my face.
"Lick me clean, slave!" She hiss's as Natasha removes the vibrator from my ass.
I do my best to clean my cum from this insatiable bitch, as she orgasms three more times.
Natasha drops the vibrator on my stomach, and helps Anna to her feet.
They walk out of the cabin to go shower, leaving Alexis alone in a vulnerable position.
'Should I make a move? I bet I could easily overpower her, but I don't know where the fuckin remote is! Hell, I don't even know what it looks like.
Alexis must have realized her vulnerability, because she quickly gets to her feet.
"Vash the toy, and change the pillows, then go to your cabin." She commands, as she puts some distance between us.
I roll to my knees, and press my forehead to the carpet. I stay there until she says, "you may speak."
"Master, I am trying to accept my new life, I really am, but I can't follow the rules if I don't know them."
"If you want me weak and sickly, then your plan will work, but if you want good service, and behavior, I need to know I'll not starve, or be treated like an animal."
"Vhy shouldn't I treat you like a dog? You are a slave now, ve stripped you of your name, clothes, and any hope you might have held."
"Because I am still human, and with these minor concessions, you gain a healthy, well behaved servant, instead of an antagonistic sickly slave you must break."
"Again, vhy should I care? Slaves are easy to capture, and if they can't be trained, they feed the sharks."
"All I'm asking is for two decent meals a day, but if you want me on my knees eating scraps like an animal, so be it."
"Clean up this mess and get out, stop by the medic and get those stitches fixed." Is her only reply.
I look down and see three stitchs popped and blood is freely running down my chest.
I swap out the pillows and wash the vibrator before going downstairs to the medic. The medic cleans and restitches the wound without a word. I request a waterproof bandage, and he tapes one over the stitches.
I bypass my room and head right to the shower. I take a long hot shower, trying to get my muscles to relax.
After twenty minutes, I return to my room to find a Styrofoam plate with Chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes sitting on my desk, along with a Styrofoam cup of tea, and bottle of water.
There's no silverware, so I have to eat with my fingers, but it's still much more than I expected.
I look at the camera and mouth 'thank you Master,' and slowly savor my meal.
'Small victories,' I tell myself. 'Make them believe your human.'
I wonder if they'll kill me now that they've fucked me, but I quickly dismiss that thought. They wouldn't feed me if they wanted to kill me, would they?
I come to the conclusion that trying to figure them out is futile. Women are impossible to begin with, but crazy Russian women who kidnap people? Forget about it.
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