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I was my first time SCUBA diving, other than my open water
certification. My best friend Robert and I had taken a SCUBA diving
class in college, and we decided to spend spring break down in Mexico,
diving around Cozumel.
We didn't have a lot of money, but we found a discount dive operator
that would take us out for a full week of diving around the area for
only a few hundred dollars. It sounded too good to be true, which is
probably why we didn't question why the operator asked us to provide
full body pictures as part of our application for the SCUBA adventure.
I was a dumb 22 year old, so I didn't question anything. Robert and I
scrounged up the money and then drove down to Cancun. We were all set to
check into our hotel when we met Sergio, the boat captain who just
happened to recognize us in the lobby. He said that we could check in,
but if we wanted to save some money, he'd let us stay at his place in
Playa del Carmen.
Robert and I figured that he was just doing some side hustle, so we
agreed to follow him to his house.
It all seemed great, as we spent the first night on the beach, drinking
and having fun. Sergio had a few friends, Daniella and Marisol who made
the night extra special. I can't speak for Robert, but Marisol and I
ended up down in the surf zone, with me getting one of the best blowjobs
of my life.
Little did I know that it would be the last blowjob of my life. Well,
that's unless you count the many blowjobs that I would soon be giving to
countless anonymous men.
We woke the next morning and loaded onto Sergio's boat. I was more than
a little hung over, so I napped as we sailed out to the dive sight. We
got there just after 10 and dropped in. It was an amazing dive! We saw
lots of marine life, but our excitement was quickly lost because when we
surfaced, we didn't see the boat waiting to pick us up.
Cozumel is drift diving, which means that the current is so strong that
the dive boat is forced to follow you, as opposed to waiting in one
place. No dive boat means that Robert and I were drifting out into the
middle of the ocean!
You can imagine our relief when after a few hours, a fishing boat
spotted us and came to our rescue. I thought that we were saved. In
fact, it was the beginning of our nightmare.
The boat pulled up next to us. We both swam forward with relief, but
instead of hauling us onboard, the Captain just laughed at us. "You two
'chicas' need some help?" he asked in broken English.
We both answered, "Si," and swam forward again, but el Capitan stopped
us, saying that he wasn't running a "fucking dive boat."
I was astounded, and begged him to let us board. "No, Se?or," he
replied, "Cierto que your boat will be back soon."
That was when I saw the shark fin. The Captain saw it as well. He
laughed and apologized, saying that fishing boats often attract sharks,
"but no te preocupes, you chicas will be just fine."
Robert and I were freaking out, and begging el Capitan to rescue us. He
just laughed at our plight, asking, "What's in it for me?" Robert
answered immediately. "Whatever you want," he said, and I nodded my head
in agreement.
El Capitan's demeanor changed immediately. "You work for me, be my
ship's mate," he said. "Do whatever I say, when I say, and I save your
from shark. If no, Buena suerte."
I don't think that either of us thought about what we had agreed to do.
We both chorused, "Si, Senor," and were immediately hauled aboard the
ship.
Our relief quickly turned to dread when we met el Capitan, plus the five
men onboard; Marcel, Roberto, Miguel, David and Enrique. The crew
swarmed us and quickly stripped off our SCUBA gear. That was all well
and good, until I noticed them tossing the gear overboard.
It didn't stop there. They stripped us out of our dive skins as well,
and had us naked before we knew what was happening. I started to
protest, but Marcel, who was a huge beast of a man, simply picked me up
and tossed me overboard.
Visions of sharks swam in my head as I apologized in the boat's wake and
agreed to be more thankful. He pulled me up onto the boat once again,
but told me that I would have to pay "a penalty." I agreed to do as I
was told, which is how I found myself down over his lap while Marcel
spanked me for being a "bad girl."
Robert didn't spring to my defense. He couldn't. He was down on his
knees with Miguel's cock down his throat while Enrique plowed his ass.
I quickly found myself in the same position, down on my knees while two
men fucked my "chica holes." I knew better than to complain, even when
they both flooded my insides with their cum. I figured that the
nightmare would end when we finally made it back to Playa.
We weren't going back to Playa.
After Robert and I had been bred like two sluts in heat, the crew threw
bikinis and high heels at us and put us to work. We put on the swimsuits
and heels, which made it impossible to move on the boat. Nevertheless,
they put us to work for the next three days. My bikini sunburn would be
visible for the next five months.
After three days of working and being fucked several times every day for
the crew's amusement, we were taken into the ship's hold. The men
laughed as they gagged, blindfolded and wrapped us up tightly with rolls
of tape. Then they put is in the hold with all the fish and left us
there to squirm as we pulled into port.
I heard somebody say, "Bienvenidos a Nicaragua," as I was transferred to
land in a large net full of fish.
I recall laying there, surrounded my smelly fish and unable to move. I
recall hearing men laughing and bidding on the day's catch. Ultimately
there was the sound of cheers and then I felt a needle prick in my ass.
Everything went dark after that.
I have no idea how long I was out, but it must have been a long time,
because when I finally woke I realized that things had changed a great
deal. The first thing that I noticed was that my hair was much longer. I
still laugh at that realization, because that was the most minor of the
changes.
I opened my eyes and looked up at the mirror that was mounted above my
cot. A sexy bimbo in bondage stared back at me. This slut had long
blonde hair, plumped up cocksucker lips, a tiny, corseted waist, and oh
yeah, huge DD tits!
I moaned inadvertently and tried to lift my hands to cup my new titties,
but they were chained to the side of my cot.
I quickly became desperate to touch myself. I turns out that I had been
listening to sissy hypnosis training files the entire time I had been
recuperating from my sissy surgeries. I couldn't touch my new titties,
but I realized that there was a big plastic dick stuffed into my sissy
pussy. I couldn't move much because I was tied to the cot, but I could
shimmy up and down on that dildo and get some satisfaction.
My sissy clitty got hard and immediately started throbbing against a
hard steel cage. I was locked in a chastity, and I wouldn't be freed
from my cage for the next four years. No matter, I found myself bouncing
up and down on the dildo like a bitch in heat.
I desperately wanted to cum, but I was left frustrated and unable to
scratch my itch. I moaned out in desperation, and that's when I first
met my new Master. "Buen dia, puta," he said and I immediately replied
"Buen dia, mi Se?or."
And so it began. I found myself transferred to a villa where I was just
one of seven sissy sluts in residence. It didn't take long to train me,
thanks to the daily sissy hypnosis training. In fact, I started to look
forward to my sissy servitude.
I would wake up every morning at 5am and immediately shave my body, put
on my makeup and prepare myself for the day's activities.
I was assigned to the Master's son, so I would enter his room just
before 7:00am and wake him by slowly licking his cock until he fed me my
morning treat. Sometimes it was his cum, sometimes it was his piss. Most
mornings it was both. I didn't mind. As the Master's sissy slut, it all
tasted delicious to me.
After that I would bring Master his breakfast, and nuzzle on his cock as
he enjoyed his coffee and breakfast in bed. I would usually be rewarded
with my second load of the day.
After that I would excuse myself and go put on my sissy maid outfit. I
would spend the morning cleaning the house, being fucked by Master and
his friends, preparing meals, being fucked by Master and his friends,
working in Master's garden, being fucked by Master and his friends,
tending to Master's animals and being fucked by Master and his friends
and his dogs.
As a sissy slut I was expected to service Master's every whim, and if
that included being the bitch for his kennel, I found myself more than
willing to comply.
And so I passed the next seven years, spending my days serving as a
maid, as well as a sex slave. Not that I kept a journal, but I'm
guessing that I must have sucked and been fucked by more than 10,000 men
during this time. I know now that I should have been disgusted by all of
this, but truth be told, my sissy hypnosis training was such that I was
thrilled at the thought of being the best sissy slut around.
Whenever I had a free moment, I would find myself down on my knees
practicing my sissy slut techniques. Yes, I was just a sissy slut slave,
but somehow it was everything I ever wanted to be.
That's why I was so devastated when I turned 30. Master had blessed me
with many surgeries, so I had become a walking wet dream. Nevertheless,
he took me into his study one day and told me that he was looking for
"new meat to break in."
I threw myself to the floor and begged to remain in his service. I
begged to become his dog slut, living out the rest of my days serving in
his kennel. I begged to become a whore in town, if only I could return
to service his magnificent cock every morning.
Master just laughed and told me that I had served my purpose, and now it
was time to find a new sissy.
I cried all night long. I didn't know what would become of me without
Master's cock to serve.
I didn't need to worry. Master takes care of his playthings, even when
he is through using them. I found myself once again loaded onto a
fishing boat. There were only four men on the boat, but I blew them all
five or six times as we sailed into the guld of Mexico.
I had been fitted with a huge butt plug, so I couldn't expel any of the
semen that filled my stomach. That's why I was a bit worried when once
again, I found myself being tossed overboard. The difference was that
this time I had a GPS tracker draped around my neck.
Sure enough, I didn't take long for another boat to pull up alongside
me. "Hey slut," the captain said, "you look like you need a ride."
"Si, Senor," I replied, having momentarily forgotten that I know how to
speak English.
"What will you give me to save your ass?" the captain asked.
I quickly told him that I would do anything and serve anyone in any way
that he demanded. "I will be your sex slave, your personal sissy slut,
si quieres." I sealed my rescue when I begged him that "even if you
don't save me, will you do me the honor of allowing me to suck your
cock? If I am destined to drown," I begged, "at least let me do so with
a stomach full of cum."
That was all it took. I was hauled aboard and fucked back into sissy
oblivion. I was on my knees being spit roasted when we pulled into port
in Galveston. "Welcome back to the USA, sissy," my new Master said as he
filled my mouth full of his yummy cum.
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