Resistance is Futile: Lupe, Part 3

As Jeff Feinstein's cruise of debauchery continues, he learns that you cannot win them all, while Julia learns that winning battles does not mean the war is won

The following morning over breakfast, Jeff reflected that he was batting a thousand. Puta and Concha were both compliant, accepting the trade of sexual servitude for lives of ease. At the same time, they provided contrasting variety, tall and short, small versus big tits, innocent versus slutty demeanors. With time, even Ana seemed likely to be a good acquisition, once she developed enough to be of interest. In the meanwhile, Jeff planned to put her to work in some capacity as a servant. No point letting his investment sit idle.

Suzy’s pick, on the other hand, was not going so well. Even among the other girls Julia was withdrawn and sullen. Whenever Jeff came near, she did her best to make herself scarce. In two days on board, even Puta had not been able to bring her out of her shell. In fact, Julia seemed to barely tolerate her, and Concha she treated with open contempt.

Had Jeff been more empathetic, he might have considered Julia’s background. A young woman, taken in a violent clash in which she no doubt saw friends and family killed, dragged through the jungle to be sold, was not likely to be friendly with her purchaser. Pablo had sworn she was a virgin, or at least that his men had not raped her, but who knew? The girl was certainly not talking, even to the others.

But that was not Jeff’s concern. In his mind, he had paid for her, and he would do with her as he wished. She could obey or suffer the consequences. This was the natural order of things, Jeff believed in his soul. Most people just did not have the means or the will to act according to the law of the jungle. Jeff had both.

It was nearly noon when he sent Suzy to bring the girl to his cabin. He waited with growing impatience, wondering what the delay was. When the knock came and Suzy brought the girl in, he was surprised that Gregor was with her, the big man’s hand gripping the slender Latins by the neck to push her inside.

“She didn’t want to come”, Suzy said with a shrug.

Jeff dismissed his assistant and bodyguard, but told Gregor, in Russian, to wait outside the door or send another man to stand guard. Jeff could handle the girl if it came to that, which it would, but if she made it to the door he did not want her running amok.

The girl backed away from Jeff as he approached, and a game of cat an mouse began. Jeff tried to play good host, offering her a drink, but somehow she guessed it would be drugged and told him to go to hell. She knew why she was there and would have none of it.

After a while, Jeff sat down and watched the girl wander about his cabin. As he tried to reason with her, listing the advantages of her knew life, she looked for a way to escape, or perhaps a weapon. As soon as she could get to it, she tried the door, but she had no desire to try and get past Gregor, whose body filled the doorway. The balcony provided the option of jumping into the ocean to drown, or turning into Spiderman and climbing the smooth surface of the ship.

As far as weapons, she could choose between a corkscrew or a stirring spoon from the bar. The glassware could have been broken and used, but she did not think of that. When she began looking in drawers, Jeff decided he’s been patient enough. Besides, the best she might have found would have been a short flogger or oversized dildo that Suzy enjoyed.

Jeff pursued the girl around the spacious cabin, and ironically cornered her near the bed. When she tried to jump on and run across it he managed to grab her arm. Instinctively, she tried to claw his arm away, and that was a mistake.

The girl’s nails were not long, but she dig them into Jeff’s arm. His reaction was to backhand her with the other hand, sending her sprawling on the bed. Jeff climbed on top of her, and a struggle began. Jeff was twice her weight, in good shape, and at least passably trained in self defense. The girl had nothing but adrenaline on her side, and it was not enough.

She had been given a white silk blouse and black skirt to wear. The silk did not tear easily, but the buttons popped of with a yank, exposing her nice set of 32B’s. She managed a set of light scratches on Jeff’s face before he managed to pin her arms over her head with his right hand. She had no panties, of course, and the skirt was short, so Jeff’s access was easy.

He almost lost her trying to get his pants down using his left hand while keeping her pinned beneath his body. She managed a knee in his ribs as he worked to get back between her legs, but it did not have a lot of force. By the time he had properly mounted her, he was holding her hands underneath her behind her back, her feet uselessly pushing at the bed to try and get away.

“Time for you to learn your place, slut!”, Jeff growled at her as he pushed his cock to her opening with his left hand.

Her scream as he forced himself inside echoed in the cabin. She was tight, but as often happens her body had reacted to the threat by preparing for the inevitable, so Jeff’s cock slid in. Her hymen tore, and she bled far more than Puta had, adding a second form of lubricant.

Jeff fucked her, but was not as brutal as he might have been. He told her she had brought this upon herself, and this was her life now. Better if she spread her legs and took it when told to.

He wanted very badly to use her mouth, but he wanted to keep his cock in one piece even more. Her ass he decided to leave for another time. Perhaps she would learn her lesson and he’d even put it off until she was compliant. Jeff was not a kind man, normally, but he was not particularly into brute force, either.

By the time he’d had enough of her pussy, the girl’s struggled had ceased. Not because she was enjoying being raped, but because she was exhausted and it was futile. Jeff added to the humiliation she felt, climbing on top of her chest, gripping her hair tightly in his left and, and jerking off on her face with the other. Her only reaction was to close her eyes tightly and sob.

Jeff rolled off her, looking at his property. She looked like exactly what she was, a rape victim. Her blouse was hanging open, her breasts heaving as she cried. Her skirt was covering her pussy again, but there were traces of blood on her thigh. Her face was painted with cum, which she was smearing around trying to wipe it off.

“You may go”, he said to her in Spanish, his voice husky. “Next time I send for you, remember this. Your life will be better, and longer, if you give me what I want.”

He went into the bathroom to shower. When he came back, she was gone. Gregor had known with one look at her when the door opened that his boss was done with her. Suzy was waiting for him.

"That did not go as well as you thought, eh?, he asked the woman who had picked Julia out.

"On the contrary", Suzy responded. "I picked a girl for you to break. It looks like you made a start of that." With a grin, she added, "And I know you like a fight, now and then."

Julia did not learn her lesson. She spent the rest of that day and most of the next in her room, with the door locked. Concha spent the night in Jeff’s cabin with Puta. Jeff did not allow food to be taken to her, and by dinner of the following night she crept up to the main deck, driven by hunger. Jeff said nothing, and the other girls avoided her, even Puta. What had happened to her dampened their enthusiasm, but, they reasoned, Julia had brought it upon herself.

The next day, Julia again remained in her room. Jeff sent Suzy and Gregor for her, with explicit directions if she did not cooperate. This time, she was delivered to Jeff bound, a large silicone ring gag forcing her jaws wide open. A spreader bar forced her legs apart. She was nude, and thick makeup had been applied to her face. Lipstick had been used to mark her body. “WHORE” was written across her face, her mouth forming the O. “CUNT” ran over her cunt, “FUCK” and “SLUT” above her breasts. Those were in English. To make sure the message was clear, the same words were written on her belly, forehead, and thighs in Spanish.

Julia was unable to do more than squirm when Jeff lifted her off her feet, carrying her in front of a mirror.
“Today will be worse”, he hissed into her ear. “I can always make things worse, if you refuse to be good.”

He started with pain. As he held her in front of her reflection, he squeezed her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. He fingered her pussy roughly, forcing her body to react as he mocked her, degraded her. To finish the punishment, he flipped her onto the bed, spanking her like a child until her ass was glowing red and she howled in pain.

“Next time, I will use a belt”.

Then it was time for pleasure. His pleasure. He began with her mouth, fucking it through the ring gag. He put her on her back on the bed, head hanging over the edge, so he could force himself all the way in. She gagged and choked helplessly. There was no food in her stomach, so her retching brought up nothing but thick drool which coated her face as it ran down to the floor.

He fucked her pussy, both laying on her back and from behind, standing. He pounded into her as her face was pressed against the mirror. She sobbed in outrage, trying to curse, but the ring gag make her sound like an animal. Then he tossed her on the bed to use her mouth some more.

He raped her ass doggy style, and she howled in pain. Her pain was his pleasure, and his fucking was savage. When he was ready, he pulled out and pushed back into her mouth before pulling back and painting her face.

Pulling her to sit on the floor and look at herself in the mirror, he left her there as he showered. When he returned, she glared at him. Julia simply would not break. So he dragged her into the shower and pissed on her, aiming for the wide ‘O’ of her mouth.

He sent for her again two days later. This time, she came along meekly enough. But she would not participate. She lay there as Jeff used her body, refusing to look at him, refusing to answer him when he spoke. Even when he sprayed her face with cum yet again, she did no more than wipe it away and ask if she could go.

Julia had won her battle, in a way. Jeff had no further interest in her. But she lost the war.

That night, with Concha in Jeff’s cabin, Gregor and two other members of the male crew came for Julia in her cabin. Since she would not submit to Jeff, he found a different use for her. As a plaything for his men. He ordered that they physically hurt her no more than they must to have their fun, and that they must make sure she stayed relatively healthy. But other than that, she belonged to them now.

Jeff always got a return on his investments.