Daniel P. Dork, Sex Slave

Daniel P. Dork was fed up. The phone had been ringing for over an hour, and there was still no sign of it letting up. He was due to be off at 5:30 each day, at least on paper. Here it was, a quarter after six, and he still couldn't leave. For that to happen; first the phone calls had to stop, then he would have to fill each order that came as a result of each call he had already taken.

"At least we made a lot of money today," he thought. "Err, I guess the boss made a lot. If I'm lucky, I'll have just enough to take Prissy out tonight.

As if right on cue; she walked, or rather pranced, into his office. Prissy didn't walk, she pranced. Dan couldn't stand it, but he was too afraid to make any comments. She had finally agreed to marry Dan after four long, hard years. Four years of promises; of flowers and dinners; of kissing up to her prudish family.

"She'll stop prancing on our wedding night," he thought. "When I ram it to her..."

Dan was convinced that the prance was due to her virginity. Though he had never seen her undressed, he had taken her at her word that she was virgin. Even at twenty-six years of age, it was not unheard of in the corporate environment of late-twentieth-century America.

"Boss wants these orders finished ..." she said in a deadpan voice. "I'm leaving now, I'm taking the Wooster order home with me to finish. You get the rest."

"Do I get to see you tonight?" he interjected.

"Dan, you know I have work to do. The Wooster account is our biggest account," she said. "And I'm in charge of it now. I'm not gonna let Harry down, he'll fire me. You said it yourself-what a slave driver he is."

"But baby, we haven't got together in nearly three weeks. Do you still love me?"

"Dan, we're gonna need to talk about this, but now is not the time or place." she said limply.

"Great, how about tonight?" he said with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Dan, your pushing again. I don't like you pushing our friendship. We'll just have to talk some other time. See you tomorrow."

As she turned to leave, her left buttock brushed against the sleeve of his cashmire jacket. Even beneath her sterile blue pant-suit, Dan could clearly see those large globes jiggle and shake. He wished more than ever that he had asked Suzanne to marry him four years earlier. Suzanne, the aerobics instructer, the black belt karate champion. She had taken a liking to Dan. And while sex with her had been great, she was broke. Prissy's family was loaded, at the time it was all that mattered to Dan. Now all he had was a lifeless relationship he somehow hoped would lead to a vibrant, wonderful marriage. Besides, he had to get married; all of his friends were married, and Dan was nearly forty years old.

"Friendship?" he thought, "Why that goddamn bitch used the f-word on me! What's going on here? If we're just friends, then why-in-the-hell did she agree to marry me last month? I knew I should have bought that ring for her. The one with the platinum band that she liked so much."

While Dan was thinking about these things, he began to shuffle the order pile in front of him. Somewhere within this pile of white, he could see one bright pink paper. Obviously it didn't belong. Pink was the color of his company's invoices, and they were Prissy's job to keep track of. At least it was her job before her promotion the previous month. Pulling out the sheet of pink, Dan could see that it belonged to the Wooster account.

"Great," he muttered. "And she's gone for the day. I'll bet she needs this, too."

Dan's sly mind could see a perfect opportunity for stopping by her house. She would need this paper in order to finish her work, he reasoned, and while he was there he would ask her what she meant by "friendship." Perhaps he could even persuade her to go out with him tonight. Then he could buy her that ring she wanted.

 

Dan hardly heard his car door slam. He could hardly hear anything at all, just the roar of the seven o'clock commuter train behind him.

"That's life next to the train tracks." he reasoned. "One day that sound will knock her house flat on the ground."

He was standing on the sidewalk in front of Prissy's house, a mere fifty feet from the elevated train tracks. Parked on the street behind his old Volkswagon was a huge black Mercedes-Benz. The big car's license plate read "MONY4ME."

"What's the boss doing here?" Dan thought. "That Wooster order must really be big!"

Dan decided to go around to the back door. He had done that many times before, Prissy didn't seem to mind. She was probably in the living room with Harry going over business. He didn't want to disturb them by ringing the doorbell. At least, that's how Dan reasoned what happened next, from that day on...

Peering through the glass door, Dan could tell that the living room was unoccupied. From his vantage point, he could look through the kitchen and see the large mirror hanging on the near wall of the living room. The mirror's reflection showed Dan the rest of the living room. And there was no sign of anyone.

"Hmmm. Maybe they walked up the street to the post office." he reasoned.

Tugging on the sliding glass door, he was surprised to find it open. Dan decided to let himself in. Partly curious, partly frustrated, he walked across the kitchen and then froze. He heard something.

"Wait-a-minute," he thought. "It's after seven. The post office is closed. And that sound came from her bedroom!"

Dan slowly creeped out of the kitchen, and into the hallway. Sure enough, the door at the far end of the hall was shut. Quietly, Dan crept up to the door. He now could here some giggling, followed by what sounded like a man mumbling. He recognized those voices immediatly. It was Priscilla alright, and Harry was in there with her! Dan's head was now throbbing. The evidence was compelling, but he desperately wanted to believe in Prissy's faithfulness. She was his last chance, or so Dan believed. He was getting older, and unlike Harry, had nothing to show for it. Prissy couldn't have lied, could she?

Still, the evidence was strong.

"There's only one way I'll know for sure," he mumbled to himself.

Slowly, Dan turned the knob of the door. He couldn't afford to get caught. Regardless of what the evidence would show, his whole future was on the line. He could lose both Prissy and his job. Still, he had to open that door! Then, with the knob turned completely to the right, he slowly pushed the door open until there was a half inch crack into that other world. And now he knew for sure.

"That lying bitch is giving the boss a blow job!" the thought startled him.

The throbbing in his head was gone. There was no more mental tug-of-war. Only anger. And that anger was enormous! The promotions, her indifference, it all made sense now.

"This bitch made a fuckin' fool out of me." he thought.

Through the crack in the door, Dan could see a pair of pale-white, cellulite covered buns. They looked funny to Dan, and her asshole was staring directly at him! Was this the ass that he had spent four years trying to get a piece of? That he had dumped Suzanne for?

Prissy was at the foot of her bed, on her knees and elbows. One hand was on Harry's stomach, the other was wrapped around the base of his small, straight cock. The top half of it was in Prissy's mouth. Harry was lying on his back, his head propped up by a pillow against the queen-sized headboard. Prissy knew just what to do, and Harry would cum soon. Dan could tell this by Harry's moans. By now he was sick with anger. Dan knew he should leave, still, the erotic sight held him captive.

"Oh! Prissy." cried Harry.

And with that he came quickly into her mouth. She took it in like an expert, swallowing the sweet fluid completely. After pausing to swallow, she then took his rapidly softening member completely into her mouth. She sucked at his limp cock aggressively, until it was as clean as the day he was born.

"Prissy, your right." said Harry, after quite some time.

"Oh? How's that?" she responded, cuddling up to his shoulder, while moving her right hand down to play with his member.

"I'm going to give you full partnership in the business, luvy-dovy." he responded, trying to sound cute.

When Dan heard that, he lost it. The anger had won. All sense of sanity fled him. There was no way that this bitch was going to be his boss. He'd kill her first! He threw open the door, and stormed into the room.

"You fuckin' trash bitch! Screwin' the goddam boss I see! You fuckin' wanna be C.E.O. or somthin'?" Dan was screaming, "Did she fuckin' tell you that we're engaged to be married?"

"Dan, get the hell out of my house before I call the police!" Prissy snorted, obviously surprised.

"Go ahead and call them, fat-assed slut! Call them, after four years, have them haul me away! Like an old dog straight to the pound, maybe they'll put me to sleep just like some fuckin' mutt! Four years bitch, that's what you cost me! Four shitty, celebite years. Four years spanking-the-fuckin'-monkey while you lie to me and bone the boss!"

"Harry is a recent thing, asshole. Now get the hell out!" she countered angrily. "I don't like people spying on me, so get out and don't ever come back here again."

Dan had had enough. He felt like crying, but there was no way that he was going to let her know. This was as good a time as ever to leave. Marching toward the door again, he heard her say,

"Did you here me Dan? Don't ever come back!"

"And that goes for me too, Dan." Harry chuckled. "Don't ever come back -to work that is. Your fired asshole!"

As Dan left the house, he didn't know what to think. His life had suddenly changed. He was a month behind on the mortgage already, but that didn't seem to matter. The whole of his life didn't now seem to matter.

"What's this between you and Dan?" Harry asked.

"There's nothing between me and Dan. There never was. Were just friends."

"The f-word," mused Harry to himself. "Ouch, I hope she never uses it on me."

 

 

"I've had it with this fuckin' land! I've had it with these fuckin' women!" Dan's thoughts were still angry, though nearly a week had passed since the incident.

"The problem with this land is that it's impossible for a decent man to get any sex." Dan mused. "All the women are either prudes, or pretend to be prudes while screwing the boss behind everyone's back. Why if this is such a great land, how come I can't even get my most basic needs met? It's fuckin' bullshit; I'm nearly forty, still broke and hard-up."

Dan was standing in the unemployment line, for the third day in a row. This was the day he would find out if he qualified for the program. In his hand he held a copy of the local newspaper, "The Springdale Gazette." He bought the paper hoping to scour the help-wanted listings. He opened it up to what he thought was the classified section, only to find himself looking at scantily-clad beauties, frolicking on the shores of a tropical beach.

"Brazil," Dan said to himself reading the caption. "For only eight-hundred fifty dollars. To bad I don't have eight-hundred fifty dollars."

Dan put the paper down. His thoughts drifted back in time. He remembered his first real job, nearly twenty years before. He had worked as a deck hand for a freighter that hauled bananas from Costa Rica, through the Panama Canal, and up to Los Angeles. Dan considered it one of the highlights of his life. He took full advantage of the friendly, laid-back lifestyle of the Costa Rican people. He remembered also the wild nights, and why he was eventually forced to quit that job. He simply could not save any money. Between the rum, and the prostitutes, Dan was continually forced to choose. He simply did not make enough money for both.

In Costa Rica, prostitution is legal. The women are beautiful and friendly, and are simply licensed by the Costa Rican government. Every sailor in the Caribbean hoped for a port-of-call in Limon, an ugly wharf town on that county's east coast. Dan could remember many of the prostitutes. There was Monica, a large breasted beauty who could bring Dan to orgasm by just licking his hard cock for a few moments. Maria would get on her hands and knees, facing Dan; who would be on his knees. She would then take the head of his cock into her mouth. His erection was simply too large to fit any more of it between those pert lips. He would press his pelvis forward as she grabbed his naked buttocks. The sweet semen would shoot into her mouth. He knew it was sweet because Maria always liked to French-kiss him after swallowing. He could taste it in her mouth.

But his favorite woman by far was Mary Waters. For one thing, she was the only local girl he knew who spoke English. And unlike the others, she was not a prostitute. She had dark, smooth skin; and dreadlocks. Although her accent was strong, he could understand everything she said. One may well have thought her to be Jamaican, though she was born and raised in Limon. She loved to wrestle with Dan, her powerful body standing nearly six feet tall. Dan, at only five foot-seven, was often outclassed. They wrestled in the bedroom of the house Mary inherited after her mother died. They would wear only G-strings; and wrestle on a makeshift mat fashioned from several old rugs. Their bodies would sweat in the tropical heat of that land. They were slick with each others sweat. Her cunt was also slick, wet. The loser of the match, by agreement, would give oral sex to the winner. Often Dan was on his knees, face buried in cunt, while she stood over him victoriously.

Dan loved this woman. She was the only woman he had ever known who gave him exactly what he wanted. Sometimes that meant his arms and shoulders would be black and blue from the beating her hard fists would give him. He could watch her for hours, her waist-long dreadlocks shaking as she sparred with the air in front of her. He loved to watch her shadow-box, and kick. He often pretended that he was her unfortunate opponent, face smashed from a knee lift. After one of their workouts, they would run down to a local beach to swim naked in the warm water. If they had the night to themselves, they would make hot love in the warm tropical air. How many times did he awake and find her in his arms? He could whip her pussy until it frothed and foamed. She would only moan while she watched the stars in the black sky above her head.

But now what? Every woman in Dan's life, since Mary, had left him unsatisfied. One day, back home in Los Angeles, Dan simply walked into his bosses office and quit. He never went back to Costa Rica. He simply vanished from her life. She was surely taken by now, by someone a lot smarter than he was. He was a fool for leaving her and he knew it. He did not like the women in California. He knew he needed them, though. Sex was hard to come by, and always treated like a bargaining chip. It always left him feeling unsatisfied. This was the main reason he wanted out, wanted to turn his back on the American lifestyle.

"Sir, do you need help?" asked the large female counseler sitting behind the desk.

"What? Oh, yeah." Dan had forgotten that he was still in the unemployment office.

 

"Brazil on the cheap. Why didn't I do this ten years ago?" Dan thought, hiding behind a large pile of sacks of coffee beans.

In front of Dan was a large cargo vessel, the Mariposa. Behind him was a large storage yard filled with offloaded shipping containers. These containers were not from the Mariposa , as it was too small to take advantage of such things. But at nearly two-hundred feet in length, it was still large enough for Dan's needs. He knew that ships from Latin America often docked in this part of San Pedro. Dan's own ship had docked here on several occasions in the distant past, when Dan worked onboard; and Mary Waters waited for his monthly arrival.

The Mariposa would not be going to Costa Rica however. Dan already knew this from checking the ship registry log in the Harbor Master's office. After loading up with it's cargo of computer hardware, the Mariposa would leave San Pedro on it's way to Lima, Peru. On the way would be stops in Honduras, Panama, and Ecuador. Once in Lima, Dan figured that he would make his way to Rio de Janerio by bus, or hitch-hiking. Once there, he would look for a job and a woman, though not necessarily in that order.

First however, Dan would have to become a stow-away aboard the vessel now in front of him.

"No problem." thought Dan, and he calmly walked up the gangway. There was no one in sight, but just in case, he carried a clipboard at his side. Slung over one shoulder, he carried a knapsack full of food. He wore a long, heavy shirt and jeans. He hoped to look like one of the local longshoremen. Upon reaching the deck, he turned left and ducked into the first doorway he could reach. He knew ships like this. He knew exactly how to reach the cargo hold, where he would hide out during the voyage. He never saw the tall figure watching him through binoculars from shore. Once Dan had disappeared from view, the figure lowered the field glasses and calmly made its way over to the Mariposa.

 

"This is about as good as it's going to get." Dan thought.

He was squeezed between two pallets, each stacked eight feet high with boxed computers. There was less than a foot of room between the two pallets, but there was an aisle on the left side of them. He would make his way over to it once the ship was out to sea. It would make a great campsite for the next month, or so. The best course for now, Dan thought, would be to go to sleep until the voyage was well underway. Using his knapsack for a pillow, Dan did the best he could to make himself comfortable on the steel deck between the two pallets.

"Hey asshole."

Dan awoke with a start. He must have slept for quite some time, his eyes were bleery with sleep.

"Get up, asshole. The Captain wants to see you."

Dan's head was on the ground and he was looking straight up. And staring down at him was a woman dressed in black tights, wearing black heals. She had dark blonde hair, and was wearing a black leather vest. Dan did his best to climb to his knees. He reached his hand out, hoping the blonde would take it. He was not prepared for what happened next.

"Get off your fucking knees, homeless boy." She said calmly.

Grabbing Dan's hair in her left hand, she pulled him hard, very hard, right out into the aisle in front of him.

"What the..."

Dan was cut off in mid-sentence by a thunderous right uppercut to his solar plexus. He slumped to the ground, fighting for air. As his eyes focused, he saw a pair of muscular legs in black tights less than two feet in front of him. He couldn't believe the power of that punch, he was completely helpless. Those legs were too close to him. She could easily knee-lift him into the twilight zone; or kick him to death before he could recover from that punch. This was not a Mary Waters sparring fantasy. This woman was real, and Dan was scared. He tried to plead with her, but when he opened his mouth; he found he couldn't breath, much less talk.

"Want some more, big boy?" she said, a condescending tone in her voice.

Dan staggered to his feet. He wouldn't let this bitch get away with humiliating him so easily. He still couldn't breathe, but he was ready to fight.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

The three left jabs left Dan dazed, tasting his own blood. Before he could recover, she moved in and launched a hard right cross to his chin. Dan crashed into the pallet behind him, and slumped to the floor. He vaguely remembered a pair of high heels in front of his face and the feel of the cold steel floor against his cheek. Then all went black.

 

"Is he awake yet?" the distant voice echoed inside Dan's head. It was loud, too loud. It grated on him like fingernails against a chalkboard. It was a male voice, very deep in tone.

"Hey buddy, wake up. You okay? Wake up fella." another much closer male voice said.

Dan became aware that someone was shaking him. His eyes opened with a blur. Gradually, they focused on the sailor who was shaking him. He was still in the cargo hold, but now he was in a clearing. Around him, forming a wall, were high pallets on all four sides. The clearing was square in shape, about forty feet on a side. Dan eyes gradually came into focus. He was sitting on a metal chair on one side of the clearing. Behind him was a pallet. In front of him was a large sailor, the man who had woken him up. In the background was an older man, with graying hair. The older man spoke up:

"I'll take over now Terry. Go on back to the bridge."

"Yes sir. He's still a little groggy." the sailor replied.

As the sailor left, Dan noticed that the sailor was dressed same way that Dan was; heavy shirt and jeans. The older man however, was wearing a ship's captain uniform -white pressed shirt and trousers. The sailor left through an aisle on the left side of the clearing.

"I'm Captain Pardee. I'm in charge of this vessel." as he spoke, Dan was vaguely aware of someone else entering the clearing. "I can see that you have met Inga."

She was standing about five feet behind the Captain. It was the same woman who had knocked Dan out cold, her muscular arms folded. This time, Dan had a much better view of her. She was huge, nearly six feet tall, and gorgeous. She was heavily muscled, probably a bodybuilder. Dan gressed her age to be around twenty-five. Her limbs were long, so she did not look bulky. There was not an excess ounce of fat anywhere on her body. Her dirty blonde hair was gathered loosely on the top of her head, much of it spilled down onto her tan, muscular shoulders. Under her black leather vest, she wore what appeared to be a black leather bikini top. Most of her arms, belly, chest, and shoulders were tan and exposed. Dan felt a slight rise in his jeans. He knew now that he had been a fool to try to fight her. He looked down at his belly bulging through his shirt. He knew he was soft. This woman could have beaten him to death if she had wanted to, using only that increadible body of hers.

"Inga is a champion boxer, among other things." the Captain said. "But she needs a new playmate, so she's glad that you came along. Now, what are you doing on my ship?"

"Hoping for a free trip to Brazil." Dan said, matter-of-factly.

"Liar, you work for the C.I.A., your trying to infiltrate our little operation." the Captain retorted.

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Dan was getting a little suspicious. "Look, just let me off at your first port and you'll never see me again. By the way, what's this operation thing that you're talking about?"

"Your not going anywhere. As I said, you're Inga's now, perhaps she can talk some sense into you." with that, the Captain left -and Inga approached.

 

Dan was still sitting in the same seat as before. Only this time, he had been tied to it. Inga had been gentle, simply tying him to the chair. There was going to be a demonstration, she had told Dan, and he should watch. A small crowd of people had gathered in the clearing. There were sailors, men in suits, women, and others. Most of the people stood around the edges of the clearing, leaving the center open. Two women walked into the center of the clearing. Both of them were about five and a half feet tall. The first woman was blonde, about one-hundred forty pounds, and wore tight blue jeans with a blue unbuttoned blouse. It was tied together at the bottom, exposing her belly. The second woman was overweight, probably over two-hundred pounds. She had brown, curly hair, and wore black sweats. Both women appeared to be in their early thirties. They both slowly began to circle each other. Dan realized that they were going to fight.

Whack! The fit blonde landed a left jab to the face of her opponent.

Whack! A second jab found its mark. The larger woman let out a yell and charged the fit blonde. They began to tussle, rolling about on the steel deck. Several men in suits began exchanging money, especially after the larger woman appeared to have pinned the smaller. She landed several hard rights to the blonde's face as she held her down. After freeing her left hand, the blonde calmly reached up and poked her tormenter in the eyes. The big woman fell backwards, releasing her hold. A moment later both stood, facing each other again. The blonde landed two more left jabs; it was now obvious to Dan which one had the most skill. She ducked a roundhouse that could have ended the fight, then landed her own left hook to the big woman's temple. Having stunned the larger woman, the blonde went to work on her opponent's large midsection. She landed a heavy kick to the stomach, then several knee-lifts to the same area. Her opponent was in trouble, and began a defensive cover-up to protect her gut. But that left her face open and a series of hard punches knocked her to one knee. Blood was running out of the big woman's nose, from her swollen lips, and a cut over her eye. A final hooking right landed to her jaw, she collapsed, knocked out cold. The blonde stood over her triumphantly, bare fists raised in victory.

"Good job Pillow." one of the men dressed in suits approached the victorious woman.

In his hand was a wad of cash. As he handed several bills to Pillow, Dan could see a bulge in the man's slacks, just under the belt buckle. The man then unfastened his belt, and unzipped his slacks.

"Oh my God. What kind of warped shit is this?" Dan mumbled.

Pillow grabbed the now semi-conscious loser by the hair.

"Get the fuck up." Pillow said to beaten woman.

The once suited man was now completely exposed from the waist down. He wore only a white button-down shirt, and black socks. A small, erect cock stuck out from the shirt. Pillow had the woman on her knees and pulled her head back by the hair. The man placed his dick into the beaten woman's mouth. She shook her head, he pulled out and semen shot all over her face. Pillow became violent.

"Bitch! You lost! Now take it!" Pillow slugged the woman in the mouth. The woman collapsed, but Pillow pulled her up again by the hair. She cocked back her fist. The crowd was laughing, and jeering.

"Now clean him up!" Pillow barked.

The woman obediently took the man's softening penis into her mouth and sucked it clean. The audiance was roaring, they loved it. When the noise died down, the Captain stepped forward.

"And now for the second match." he said. "I'll wager any amount that Inga can take the newcomer."

With that he raised his hand and pointed directly at Dan. A bolt of anger shot through Dan's head.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Dan shouted. He still couldn't believe that this was happening to him. Once again, rage was taking control of his mind.

"Fine!" Dan yelled. "I'll kill your motherfuckin' bitch!"

The crowd began to cheer, and money began to change hands. A sailor walked over and untied Dan's hands. When Dan stood up, his beer belly protruded. He noticed some of his supporters were trying to get their money back. He walked to the center of the ring, then Inga walked over from the other side to face him.She was a good three inches taller than him. Her outfit had changed. She now only wore a T-back leather bikini bottom, black heels, and her black leather vest. She removed the vest; she did not want it stained with his blood. Her tan body had been oiled, and glistened. A whistle blew, and the match was on.

"I'm gonna knock you out again boy, for the second time today." she said, raising her hands into fighting position. "Then the Captain is going to stick his dick in your mouth. I'll get paid, and he'll get laid -by you."

"Listen bitch. The only one getting knocked out'll be you. Then I'll put my dick down your throat." Dan was getting cocky. "Why don't you and I make a little wager on the side? The loser blows, or licks, the winner."

"Your on." she smiled, she seemed almost to like Dan.

Dan threw several jabs at her face. The first landed on her chin, but she blocked the rest. Still, it gave Dan confidence. He threw a hard right, she ducked, and landed a hooking left to his ribs. Pain shot through his side. She hit him hard in the chest with her right fist. He backed up, she closed in.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Her jab again, finding its mark. He was getting desperate. Blood began to trickle down from his nose. He feigned injury, and hoped that she would take the bait. She did. Moving in close she dropped her guard for a moment. His punch wasn't pretty, form wise, but it found its mark. She staggered as his right fist landed on her jaw. She moved back, stunned. Dan moved in quickly and through a flurry of wild punches, most of which she ducked or blocked. She moved into a clinch position with him, but she couldn't get a hold of his left arm. He used it to rain down blows, most of which her muscular back absorbed. Dan was confident, too confident. Suddenly the tables were turned again, Dan now lay on his back. It wasn't until later that he even figured out what had happened. In his confidence, Dan had assumed a boxing response from this woman. From the position she was in, she simply picked him up with her great strength. One hand between his legs, the other next to his neck, she picked him up and body slammed him onto the steel deck.

"You ready to eat me?" she asked.

Dan silently got to his feet. He was glad to know that she was allowing him to get back up, once again she had him in a position where she could have finished him if she had wanted. They faced each other.

Whack!Whack! Two left jabs struck his mouth. Whack! Whack! Two more landed, they set him up for a hard right that struck his cheekbone. Dan winced and staggered. Looking down, he saw only her left fist as it sunk deep into his solar plexus. Again and again it struck dead center, uppercutting his sternum. She now brought both fists to play, he was helpless as her fists crashed into ribs, gut, and the forearms he feebly used for defence. The match was now hers to finish any way she wanted. She bent her knees and quickly lowered her right fist. Straightening up suddenly, her right fist shot upward, landing under his chin. The tremendous uppercut knocked him backward, out cold. She had already lowered her fist again for a second uppercut, it would not be necessary. Dan lay on his back, a slight twitch in one leg, knocked cold.

Dan woke up with the Captain's dick in his mouth. The crowd was cheering wildly. The Captain's cum shot into Dan's mouth before he knew what was happening. Dan swallowed after looking up and seeing Inga staring him down. He collapsed again, unconscious. His body was not yet ready to awaken fully.

When Dan finally awoke, his head was throbbing. He felt nauseous. He was lying on a green cushioned massage table. Rolling over to the edge, he vomited onto the floor. As his head cleared, he looked around at his new surroundings. It appeared to be an empty supply room, about twenty feet square. His massage table was placed in one corner. In the middle of the opposite wall was a steel hatch. It was about five feet high, with a sliding steel bar as a latch. Dan didn't have to check, he knew that door would be locked. The only light came from a bare incandescent bulb in the ceiling at the center of the room. The entire room: floors, walls ,ceiling, was fabricated from heavy steel plate.

"I wonder," Dan mused, "Did I throw up from a concussion? Or from swallowing the goddam Captain's cum?

The hatch groaned, then opened with a shriek. After shutting the hatch, Inga walked over to his side. She was wearing a black silk robe with black heals. As she approached Dan, she loosened the robe, letting it fall gently to the floor. Except for the black heels, she was now stark naked. Dan couldn't help but be impressed by her large breasts. Though tall, she looked quite muscular. Dan guessed her to be the winner of several bodybuilding contests. He knew she was much stronger than he, though he had trouble admitting it to himself.

"Time to settle a bet," she said. "No struggling, if you know what's good for you."

A moment later Dan's knees were on the cold, steel floor. His face was buried in her soft pussy, as she stood over him. He was a willing participant. After all, he had spent years trying to get a piece of Prissy's cunt, to no avail. And Prissy's body couldn't hold a candle to the amazon before him now. Besides, he didn't want to face Inga's fists again. He probed deeply with his tongue as she held his hair in her left hand. He found her clit, and licked obediently as she groaned.

"Come with me...Ohhh." She groaned.

An hour later, Dan was close to cumming. His cock was deep inside of the big amazon, who was on her hands and knees. As he pumped away, he had time to look around. He was in her sleeping quarters, though it looked more like a honeymoon suite to him. It was nicely decorated, with marble floors and blonde wood panelling. The bed they were now fucking on was king sized, with a thick white down comforter that now lay on the floor. The sheets under his knees were of white satin. Her groans were growing in intensity, she would cum again soon. Dan laughed to himself. That would be her fourth orgasm since they began to make love in the supply room earlier.

"A freaking sex monster." Dan mumbled to himself.

The first three orgasms had been with the help of Dan's tongue and her fingers against her clitoris. This one would would be vaginal, though she would periodically rub her clit with the fingers of her right hand. Would she be satisfied this time? Dan was very close to cumming now, and he knew that he would quickly lose his erection if he did. What if she wanted more? Would she get violent? Would she beat him? Was he walking a fine line between pleasing her and pissing her off?

"Ohhh...no." Dan was cumming.

"Go for it, little man." Inga moaned, softly. "Keep pumping."

She reached down to service her clit again. Soon they were creaming together. As it ended, Dan felt his member rapidly softening, while still inside of her. As he pulled out, Inga turned around and took his penis into her mouth. Dan marvelled at the powerful body, on hands and knees, in front of him. A few hours earlier, that body had destroyed him. It was now gently suckling his soft penis. Did she care about him? Or did she get off somehow, sucking the cum off of his dick? Soon she moved up to his mouth, sharing the taste with him in a passionate kiss.

"We'll arrive in port tomorrow," she said. "You'll be getting off there, with me."

"Port!" Dan eyes widened. "It'll be at least a week where we're goin'."

"We're not going where you think we are. We're heading to the corporate island. That's where we always go."

"And just where is this corporate island?" Dan was worried now. Whatever these people were up to, it wasn't legitimate.

"Where it is, is not your concern." She seemed almost disinterested. "You're my slave, concern yourself only wi-"

"What the fuck do you mean...I'm your slave?" Dan's anger was back, in full force. "Fuck you, bitch!"

A tremendous slap quickly knocked Dan's head to the side. Before he could recover, she was behind him. Her right forearm pressed into his neck, the hand locked onto her upper left arm. Dan felt dizzy; the sleeper hold was beginning to take effect. He struggled, but the hold only tightened. He couldn't breathe either, the hold was too tight. If she didn't let go, it would kill him. Fortunately, he blacked out first. She held his limp body in her deadly hold for a few more seconds, then released him. The limp body fell face first onto one of the bed's pillows.

"Slaves should be more respectful...," The big amazon mumbled as she left the room.

Dan didn't know it yet, but he was no longer a free man. . .