"Forget the gags. Just leave the collars in place. I think they've suffered enough with those balls rammed in their jaws."

"Thank you, sir," Africanus smiled weakly.

It seemed that not all of the crew were so repugnant after all.

He smiled in return and softly patted her thigh. "Give them more drink and see their mouths are well soaked in wine. A woman's tongue is always sweeter after she's drunk a good vintage, not to mention her breath around my cock when it's stuffed in her mouth."

"Oh, no," she sobbed, knowing now why he had been so generous with the bottle.

"Oh yes," he returned. "Your mouth is just made for sucking a big fat cock, and I've no doubt you like the taste of hot spunk filling your guts."

"I never knew a slave who didn't like her porridge," one of the men remarked, and had the rest doubled with laughter.

One of the men wasted no time and presented his hard cock straight at her entrance and thrust into her with no delay. She groaned as she felt him slide in effortlessly to his full length. Another man clambered onto the shelf and planted his feet either side of Africanus' hips, straddling his companion's shoulders. There was just enough room for his body to bend under the roof, just enough space to aim his cock straight into her mouth. She swallowed deep, knowing there was little else she could do but submit to his demands, sucking his plum to the back of her throat, poking out her tongue and playing it around his balls. His hands went to the back of her head and held it rigid. She closed her eyes and could only feel the hardened shaft slamming into her throat while another one slammed in and out of her tunnel. Africanus felt the first man's pelvis judder against her thighs and he came so fast she gulped at the shock of his spunk gushing her belly. The man at her mouth guided her head lovingly up and down delighting in her voluptuous lips riding his shaft. He was taking his time. There were still many leagues to sail before they reached Ephesus.

Ustane watched in silence as two men approached her raised legs, nudging each other and whispering their disgusting intentions. It was Brutus who had tipped them off at how easily he had fist fucked her and the size of her cunt after he'd finished.

"You're going to have both of us," one of the men told her, angling his torso against her right thigh.

The other man joined him, standing sideways to begin with, then shuffling his hips alongside his friend until his flanks touched her thigh. They turned awkwardly, grabbing their cocks and aiming the plums into her sex, not side by side as she assumed they would, but the first man penetrating her only just enough to let the plum rest inside her labia. The other guided his plum under the first and then both men began a steady jerking of their hips, letting their weapons slowly enter her sex, taking their time to let the lips stretch around the twin assaults getting deeper by the second. Ustane sucked her breath and watched them move closer together, working their cocks into the vaginal walls.

"It hurts," she wailed, feeling her sex tunnel enlarge as she was filled with their throbbing meat.

"You're lying, girl. You've already had a fist inside your cunt and that bottle, right up to the neck I hear, so shut your gob and have this!"

They gave a final shove, driving their cocks home. Only their pelvic bones prevented them from fully penetrating her, but she had taken most of what they offered and the plums were now riding her hard, forcing her sex walls further apart and rubbing her labia sore. The men now gathered around the two women delighting in smothering their faces and breasts with their organs. Two of them tossed over Africanus' breasts, keeping the tips of their silky plums only a fraction from her nipples until they shot their whole loads, sending fast jets of spunk piling on to her teats, then squirting it over the side of her face. Her mouth was still engulfed but at the sight of her nipples dripping with so much spunk the man who was mouth fucking her also shot his load all the way down her throat. Ustane suffered a worse fate, one that she had never undergone before. The men were nothing if not inventive and playful at teasing the defenceless woman. Two of them went either side of her, balancing themselves on the shelf and nudging their plums into her cheeks.

"Open your mouth, girl. Let's see those pearly teeth of yours."

Ustane obeyed and saw them tossing hard against her face. They shot simultaneously sending hot streams of spunk directly over her tongue covering it from tip to root. She closed her mouth and swallowed, but opened it again when one her tormentors slapped her face. Another jet of spunk splashed into her cheeks and another into her hair. Africanus was taking another shaft into her mouth and it came quickly, the man urged on by his impatient companions just itching to soak her breasts. Only one man remained aloof, silently watching the ribaldry of his friends, but looking hard at her bottom cheeks resting on the shelf. He could just glimpse her bottom hole and thought it might be possible. He was the bravest of the archers, having felled a dozen of the enemy and unwittingly saving Lebienus' life. Already he had been promoted to captain of his troop and the men parted at his command, getting off the shelf and standing aside as he approached the black woman's bottom.

"A nice tight arse," he mused, poking his forefinger rudely into her bottom hole. "But not tight enough to deny my cock riding your dirt hole."