Further complicating things was the fact that there had been two other good looking single guys my age who would have been serious competition if there had been any pursuable women.  I hadn’t seen either of them after the first day and assumed that, like me, they had given up and were staying in their cabins and waiting for the cruise from hell to end.

       I was in the bar on the last evening nursing my drink and staring at the floor when four fuck-me pumps connected to four slender ankles intruded on my self pity.  I was stunned.  Surely this was a mirage.  I let my gaze slowly move upwards and encountered trim calves, slim hips, narrow waists, firm perky breasts and finally two sardonic smiles. 

       “Having fun, James?’ the blond asked.

       “Huh?”

       “Was that too difficult of a question, James?” the brunette laughed.

       “No…I just…”

       “Wonder how we know your name?” the blonde chuckled.

       “Or why?” the brunette giggled.

       “No, I don’t…

       “Understand where we’ve been hiding all week?” the blonde quipped.

       That was for sure.  My internal hot chick radar should have detected beauties like these in the first ten minutes on board.  Where had they been?

       “I…”

       My voice failed me and I dropped my gaze back to the floor.

       “It’s a big ship, James,” the brunette said. 

       “We’ve been around,” the blonde said dryly.

       “Waiting to meet you,” the brunette concluded.

       My head snapped back up.  Waiting to meet me?  I was an ok looking guy but these two were…way out of my league.  I looked at their faces for the sarcastic sneers that I was sure would be there but all I saw were two friendly grins.

       “W…waiting to… meet me?” I stammered.

       “Yes,” the blonde purred.  “Are you going to buy us a drink?”

       Before I could answer they sat down on either side of me with their legs touching mine.  I could feel the heat coming off of their thighs.  Each of them put a hand on my leg and I suspended rational thought.  It seemed like a dream for this to be happening to me but I didn’t want to wake up.

       “I’m Mindy,” the blonde whispered in my right ear.

       “And I’m Tammy,” the brunette said softly in my left.

       “Would you like to…go to our stateroom?” Mindy asked.

       “And have some…fun?” Tammy added.

       By this time they were both rubbing my dick through my jeans.  I was so afraid of saying something wrong that would spoil the mood or cause them to change their minds that all I did was nod.  They stood up, pulling me up with them.

       “Let’s go then,” Mindy said clutching my right arm tightly.

       We ended up in front of the owner’s suite which explained why I hadn’t seen them.  I knew from checking the ship on the internet that this stateroom was huge.  It had two bedrooms, two full baths, a kitchen, living room, etc.  It was the size of a small house.  With butler service included you would never have to leave the room.  Mindy turned to me and started unbuttoning my shirt.  Tammy still had her hand on my crotch but being undressed in the middle of the passageway caused me to find my voice.

       “What are you doing?” I asked.

       “Getting you ready,” Mindy said, pulling my shirt off of my shoulders.

       “But, can’t we go inside first?” I asked.

       “As soon as you’re ready,” Tammy said, unbuckling my pants and letting them drop to the floor.

       “Wait,” I cried, trying to fend them off. 

       “James, don’t you want to make love to us?” Mindy asked.

       “Can’t we go inside first?” I pleaded.

       “We don’t let men into our suite unless they are naked,” Tammy said, pulling my boxers down to join my pants.

       “It’s a rule we have,” Mindy said, stepping behind me and stripping my shirt down my arms.

       I looked around and realized that the corridor was deserted and there were only three other doors anyway.  My chances of being caught out here like this were quite small and I was almost undressed in any case.  I might as well go with the flow.  I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants.

       Mindy was still tugging at my shirt which seemed to be stuck on my wrists.  Tammy stepped behind me to help her and that’s when I felt the cuffs snap on my wrists.

       “Now you’re ready,” Tammy laughed.

       As I spun around to face them Mindy looped a rope around my neck, Tammy opened the door and I was dragged into the suite.  My clothing was dragged in behind me.

       “What…what’s going on?” I stammered.

       “Business,” Mindy chuckled.

       “Business?” I questioned.

       “Yes,” Tammy explained, “we’re in the acquisition business and you’re our latest…possession.”

       “Huh?” I said stupidly.

       “We run a very profitable business acquiring…”  Mindy paused for a moment and looked at me.

       “I guess there’s no way to really soften the word,” Mindy continued.  “We acquire slaves.”

       “Slaves?”

       “Yes,” Tammy said sweetly.  “Good looking men like yourself that cost us almost nothing and that we can always sell for a huge profit.  You are our third one on this trip.”

       “Third one?”

       She gestured toward the kitchen.  I glanced in that direction and saw the two guys that I had considered my only competition.  They were kneeling naked on the floor in front of two of three steamer trunks.  Each was gagged and festooned with restraints.

       “We picked up our first two right away and have been…using them and breaking them in all week,” Mindy explained.  “Your new owner asked us not to…uh…pre-condition you as she wanted that pleasure all to herself so we left you until the last night.”

       “My new owner?”

       “Enough questions, James,” Tammy said crossly.  “You’ll meet her tomorrow.”

       I opened my mouth to speak but she shoved a gag in my mouth and presently I found myself in front of the third trunk and just as restrained as my fellow travelers.

       The two girls stood back and looked down at us.  Up until now I had been unbalanced by their wiles and soft charm but now a real trickle of fear had started in my chest.  It blossomed into panic as I looked at their eyes.  We were no longer human and that was made clear by the next words out of Mindy’s mouth.

       “I don’t know about you, Tam,” she said, “but I’m bushed.  Let’s get this meat into the trunks and go to bed.”

       I watched in horror as they shoved catheters up of each of the others dicks, drugged them, rolled them into the trunks and closed and locked the lids.  I tried in vain to struggle when it came to be my turn but Tammy calmly injected me with something that stopped my struggles right away.  They then rolled me into my trunk and shut the lid.  I drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

***

       I woke up in darkness and all of the horror of how I had gotten here came rushing back to me.  I could hear voices and decided that if I made enough noise perhaps I could be rescued from this nightmare.  I found that I could swing my right elbow just enough to make a soft thump and prayed that someone would notice.

       I was blinded by the opening of the trunk.  My spirits soared until I saw Mindy’s grinning face looking down at me.

       “Perfect timing,” she announced gleefully.  “Your new owner just got here to collect you.”

       The two girls rolled me out of the trunk and helped me struggle into a kneeling position.  There was a third person in the room but her face was just outside of the circle of light.  Then she stepped closer and I could see her.  It was my ex-wife!

       “Hello, James,” she cooed.  “Remember me?”

       Remember her?  Of course I remembered the bitch.  We had been married only two years but they had been the worst two years of my life.  Until I married her I had thought she was a sweet, beautiful, loving, caring person but then her true colors had come out.  She was mean, cruel, spiteful, vindictive and malicious.  It had been a bitter divorce but I was very wealthy and my high powered legal talent had extricated me without leaving her a dime.  She had screamed and threatened but there was nothing she could do.  Tammy pulled the gag from my mouth but I was too petrified to speak.

       “Have you figured out who sent you that cruise brochure?”  my ex-wife asked.

       I looked at her dumbly.

       “You were always so gullible about some things, weren’t you, James?” she purred.

       I still looked at her and said nothing

       “Cat got your tongue, James?” she laughed.  “Don’t worry, I’ve got big plans for that tongue for the rest of your days and it won’t be for talking.”

       Another one of the reasons for our divorce was that as soon as we married her idea of sex was for me to fuck her silly until I dumped a big load into her and then eat her out.  I hated it.  Oh, I liked the fucking part and so did she.  I just hated the aftermath.  She had a smelly cunt that was seriously unappetizing when my cum was part of the package.

       “Of course that won’t be your only duty,” she chuckled.  “I have a new boyfriend who likes to have his dick sucked and you know how I hate that.”

       Another reason.  As soon as we tied the knot her mouth had never come within a foot of my dick.

       “And I’m going to want you to learn to be my little toilet so I don’t have to get up when I’m watching my soaps.”

       Two more things that I hadn’t known about her prior to saying ‘I do’.  The soap thing was stupid but I remembered the first time she had pushed me down in the shower to eat her and then had finished by trying to piss in my mouth.  I had filed for divorce the next day.  That got me out of my stupor.

       “Sherry, please, can’t we…”

       “Work something out?” she finished.

       I nodded.  She dropped to her knees in front of me, brushed her lips across my cheek and captured my dick in her hand.  In spite of my situation her stoking got it hard.

       “Like what, James?” she asked.

       “Let me go?” I asked hopefully.

       “I can’t, James,” she said quietly.  “I owe these girls a lot of money and you didn’t leave me any.  I have no way to pay them.”

       “I’ll give you money, Sherry.”

       “I know you will, James,” she laughed.  “All of it and everything else you own.”

       “No.”

       “Excuse me?”

       “No, Sherry, I’m not going to give you all of it,” I said firmly.

       She looked down at my dick and then back up at my face.

       “You’ve always been very proud of this thing haven’t you, James?”

       I didn’t understand the change of direction of the conversation but I nodded.

       “Eight inches, isn’t it?” she asked.

       It was eight inches.  Every woman, including her, who had been impaled on it, had loved it. 

       “Yes,” I said proudly.

       “Not any more,” she said.

       “What?”

       “It’s not eight inches any more, it’s only seven.”

       I looked down at it.  It looked eight inches to me.  I looked up in confusion.

       “I’m going to cut an inch off of it,” she said matter-of-factly.

       “What?  You can’t,” I wailed.

       “I can, and every time you tell me no for any reason in the future you will lose another inch.”

       “Sherry, please,” I said. 

       “About that money, James,” she said licking one the tears that were dripping down my cheeks.  “Are you going to give me all of it?”

       “Sherry, I…”