My mother always said that I was never blessed with enough intelligence and her comments came back to haunt me after I got fucked stupid by the crew, when I was working as a cook in a fishing trawler.
Looking for work, fresh out of cookery school I was struggling, so thinking about it, I reasoned that I might find work on one of the many fishing trawlers which came and went from out harbor. Use my skill to get some experience so to speak, why I never though of a cruise liner, I don’t know.
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I thought that if I went into one of the many harbor pubs, I might be able to find a trawler who was looking for a cook, so I went out trawling too. It didn’t take long for me to find a crew.
They were a bit rough, but not as bad as I had expected and engaging them in conversation was easy, I am a good looking girl. I managed to get the name of the boat and the name of the captain.
It didn’t take me long to convince the Captain that I was exactly what he was after, and after settling on pay and other important matters, I was told to report for duty at 5am, we were sailing out at 6, for 6 weeks at sea.
Good kid that I am I managed to get there on time and the first day went well, I was finding my sea legs after leaving the shelter of the harbor and they seemed happy enough with the meals I prepared. Everything was going well, or so I thought!
As I tidied away after dinner, a few of the crew came into the galley, laugh and joking with me and talking about "initiation". What was this I asked and was told they were going to fuck me stupid. "What if I was a man?" They said it would make no difference. Oh…oh!
Then they grabbed me and I screamed and struggled to no avail, the galley door was closed. They quickly stripped me and turned me over the food preparation table to fuck me from the back.
I bit down hard, and that was it, the party broke up. This time he was screaming, and the rest of them jumped away from me as though electrocuted. This seemed to have the desired affect, and they had to call the medic for the sailor.
This time the screams were heard by other crew members and they weren’t mine! I refused to let go in fear of retaliation, and only at the Captain reassurance would I let go. He was pretty badly mangled, and the medic had to stitch him up. The rest of them I got back by making sure they suffered from regular bouts of diarrhea during our v! oyage, and I think they learned, never to fuck with the cook!
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