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.
What a story, there I was, fresh out of cookery school and struggling to get a job. I thought why not use my cooking skills to see the world? Being a bit buch I thought it would be fun to work in the merchant marine, a private yacht or if desperate, a fishing trawler.
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After responding to ads, eventually in desperation I started trawling the harbor, asking around if anyone was looking for a cook. Popping into a pub, I found what I was seeking, the crew of a trawler.
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.
Eventually I got to see the Captain and he was happy enough to hire me, we were shipping out at 6am sharp and he told me to be on board, they would be out at sea for 6 weeks.
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!
They said I was to be initiated. Thinking they were going to keelhaul me or something equally stupid, I tried to charm them, only to find they had planned to fuck me stupid as part of their stupid initiation.
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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