A traveling girl being abused by sailors on a ship

(Not original) Dawn Adventure Team (edited)

The bright sunlight spilled onto the boundless blue water, the magnificent waves crashing into white spray. Beautiful fish occasionally leaped out of the water, and seagulls flew across the sky, crying out. This was a scene the girl had never witnessed before.

"Is this what sailing is like?" The girl with short black hair, dressed in simple, cool traveler's clothes, stood on the deck, gazing at the endless sea, and exclaimed in amazement. She had long known the sea was beautiful and vast, and had even visited the beach, but even for someone who possessed spatial magic, this was her first time sailing on a ship. In the novelty of the voyage, she unconsciously forgot the humiliation or happiness she had previously suffered, truly believing herself to be a navigator, completely unaware that this was the Dream Eater Space, and that her duty was to rescue her sisters trapped in this nightmare.

"Wow, that fish is so big! It must be at least two meters long! Why are the seagulls circling the boat? They look so cute. Hmm, could that be a fourth-tier magical beast, the Green Reef Turtle? Hmm? Something's not right." Della, who was excited about the seascape, gradually felt tired and dizzy. Her enthusiasm waned, and she blushed slightly as she rubbed her forehead, puzzled.

"I feel like I have no strength left... Ah!" Della loosened her grip on the railing on the side of the boat. Just then, a large wave crashed in, causing the deck to tremble. Normally, Della could stand steady even without holding onto the railing, but now, feeling dizzy and weak, she was naturally thrown backward by the impact of the tremor. This made her a little more awake, but not good at controlling her body, she couldn't change her predicament. She could only cry out as she felt her body fall backward, about to hit the back of her head on the ground.

Just then, Della felt her falling stop. A strong arm caught her in time, preventing the beautiful girl from falling to the ground. Della, who had her eyes closed, fluttered her eyelashes and opened them to see an ordinary, rugged, dark face.

"Miss, are you alright?" The man laughed heartily, helping Della to her feet, but not quite lifting her completely. He allowed her to lean slightly against him. Seeing his cheerful smile and feeling his strong masculine presence, Della blushed. Her body, feeling weak and feverish, couldn't rise, so she leaned gently against his shoulder. "Thank you."

The man was a sailor on the ship, shirtless, revealing his strong arms. These arms had become Della's haven, stirring her imagination. The sailor said with concern, "Miss, you must be careful. The sea is beautiful, but its temperament is unpredictable. A big wave might suddenly come crashing in. Hold on tight to the handrails; falling is one thing, but falling into the sea would be dangerous!"

"Of course, a beautiful girl like you shouldn't get even a minor injury," the sailor added. "So all the men on our ship will protect you!"

Seemingly to demonstrate his strength and even his intention to protect Della, the sailor's large hand gently squeezed Della's soft shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. She opened her mouth slightly, unwilling to leave the sailor's embrace; she felt weak and the firm hold made it difficult to break free.

"Um, thank you..." Della said shyly, "It's just... I'm a little dizzy..."

"Dizzy?" The sailor's expression changed, a hint of surprise flashing across his face! But Della, with her head down, couldn't see it.

"Then you must be seasick!" the sailor said gravely.

"Seasickness?" Della was somewhat surprised. Of course, she knew the term, but she hadn't immediately realized that she was experiencing the same symptom. However, she knew very well that seasickness was a troublesome thing, so she looked a little annoyed: "That's troublesome..."

"Yes, seasickness is one of the most annoying symptoms when sailing," the sailor said in a worried voice, but then his tone changed, rising slightly: "But don't worry, Miss. We sail at sea all year round, and we have a way of dealing with seasickness. As long as you trust me, I can help you alleviate some of the symptoms."

"Really?" Della said with some surprise, turning around to look at the sailor's face with wide eyes. Then, realizing that she had been a little out of line, she immediately lowered her head: "Then I'll have to trouble you."

"Leave it to me!" the sailor patted his chest loudly.

So, with the sailor's help, Della entered the cabin. Compared to the sailor's accommodations, Della's private room was clean and tidy, even carrying a youthful fragrance. This naturally made the sailor realize the difference in their status. At the same time, smelling the fragrance and seeing Della sitting on the bed, somewhat bewildered, his manhood immediately stood at attention. The

sailor swallowed, knowing his good fortune had arrived.

"Next, I will give Miss Della a massage to improve blood circulation, relax muscles, and relieve fatigue," the sailor said, then unceremoniously sat on Della's bed and grabbed her shoulders without any hesitation.

"Ah!" Della exclaimed in surprise.

"What? Did you hurt Miss Della?" the sailor quickly asked.

"No...no," Della said, blushing. She felt she shouldn't easily engage in physical intimacy with a man, but seeing the sailor's openness and complete lack of consideration for that aspect, she didn't dare to bring it up herself. Otherwise, wouldn't she appear incredibly shameless?

Della couldn't see that the sailor's trousers were already bulging with an indescribable bulge.

"Then I'll begin," the sailor said calmly.

He began to vigorously knead Della's shoulders, which were covered in silky satin. His technique wasn't sophisticated, nothing like a professional masseuse, but he was experienced and his fingers were very strong. He quickly made Della want to cry out. She felt the sailor's calloused fingers seeping into her flesh, as aggressive as his masculine scent, yet it felt incredibly comfortable. So she closed her eyes, enjoying the sailor's strong massage, occasionally letting out a soft moan of pleasure. A strange feeling gradually took over her mind.

Suddenly, Della felt her body being grabbed and lifted up, only to be surprised to see the sailor lift her up and place her on his lap!

"I'm sorry, Miss Della, but this makes the massage easier." The sailor said this without much apology, his hands kneading even harder, as if trying to take Della's soft, fragrant body into his palms. Della felt her body inevitably pressed against the sailor's broad chest during the massage. Suddenly, she shuddered, feeling something unexpected on her sensitive buttocks.

It was a hard, hot, rod-like object pressing against her buttocks!

"There..." Della blushed.

"Is there something?"

"No... nothing..." Della said shyly, shifting her buttocks uncomfortably, but felt the rod jump as well, like an attack on her buttocks, almost making her cry out.

But thinking that this was a necessary condition for the sailor to treat her seasickness, Della had no choice but to obediently accept the sailor's treatment, which was exactly what the sailor wanted.

He vigorously massaged Della's fragrant shoulders, making the dark-haired beauty feel increasingly powerless. So when the sailor unzipped his pants and let his hard and hot thing bounce directly onto Della's pert buttocks, Della let out a gasp, but blushed and did not stop him.

The sailor continued kneading Della's shoulders. Seeing that Della didn't resist, he smiled and inserted his penis into Della's buttocks, rubbing it vigorously.

This instantly filled Della's buttocks with a strange, burning pleasure. The sailor's hip and leg movements caused Della's body to rise and fall, as if she were about to be pushed down by his penis. To avoid this, the sailor grasped Della's perfectly sized, upside-down, bowl-shaped breasts and pulled them back forcefully. This caused Della to let out another soft moan, a soft and seductive sound that could melt a heart.

"For women, a sailor's semen has a very good effect on treating seasickness, so please, Miss Della, help me by using your cute buttocks to masturbate."

Seeing that the beautiful girl had completely lost the will to resist, the sailor shamelessly used a fabricated reason to ask Della to serve him.

Hearing this, Della seemed to truly believe him, giving a soft "hmm" in response. Then, she raised her little bottom and carefully rubbed it against the sailor's large penis. Although she was a passenger on the ship, at this moment she acted like a prostitute, obediently following the man's commands and doing her utmost to satisfy his needs.

"Hmm, very good, don't worry, Miss Della's seasickness will definitely be cured!" the sailor praised, holding Della.

This time, the shoulder massage was no longer in place; he held Della in his arms, letting his lustful hands roam freely, using words and forceful movements to guide Della to gently lift her little bottom in his arms, rubbing from the base of his penis to the glans.

Della blushed but earnestly tried, gradually understanding where to rub to excite the sailor more, and learning to control the contraction of her buttocks to give the man wonderful stimulation, which made the sailor even more excited.

What could be more satisfying to a man's vanity than gradually transforming a beautiful and innocent young girl into a slut who caters to men and learns to serve them?

"Miss Della's skin is so smooth and soft. A rough seaman like me has never touched such fine skin before!" the sailor lewdly exclaimed. "Her ass is also very elastic, gripping it makes my dick so hard it's about to explode. I'm definitely going to fill Miss Della's ass with my semen later, that alluring white and tender little ass!"

"What are you saying..." Della buried her head in shame like an ostrich, yet she continued to serve him with eager anticipation.

At this moment, her mind was as muddled as mush, but this immoral sexual behavior seemed to be a good medicine, relieving her symptoms.

The sailor took the opportunity to slowly pull Della's panties down to below her knees, allowing his penis to truly come into close contact with Della's pert buttocks, the stimulation of which was completely different from that through her panties.

Perhaps the sailor's actions could really cure her seasickness? Della, confused about the differences between dream rules and reality, was bewildered.

Then, the sailor touched Della's soft, delicate body all over, and her little buttocks rubbed against his penis repeatedly, causing the hard, nasty thing to continuously ooze strange, transparent fluid that clung to her buttocks. This made Della feel sticky and uncomfortable, but she fantasized that this fluid was actually a good medicine for seasickness, so she tried her best to smear the fluid all over her buttocks, even rubbing it against her tender anus. At that moment, the sailor

's penis would throb violently, startling Della into trying to insert the large penis directly into her tender, narrow anus. However, the penis ultimately didn't penetrate, but instead rubbed against her anus upwards, which made Della breathe a sigh of relief, yet also feel a slight sense of loss.

"Wait, what am I expecting?" Della realized, her face burning even hotter.

Suddenly, the sailor's rough, powerful hands grabbed Della's slender waist, and with a beastly roar, he lifted her body up, then used Della's buttocks like a masturbation aid, frantically rubbing them against his penis.

Della couldn't help but exclaim, "What are you doing?"

What else could he be doing? Of course, he was going to do you!

The sailor, panting heavily as he looked at Della's beautiful face, used her buttocks even more forcefully and roughly, using them as a masturbation aid, his penis thrusting in and out repeatedly, causing a noticeable cylindrical bulge to appear on the back of Della's traveler's suit. Della's seasickness seemed to worsen, and she was limp and defenseless against the sailor's kneading.

With this strenuous and powerful motion, the sailor thrust repeatedly a dozen times, then suddenly pressed down hard on Della's pert buttocks, which were being pressed against by his penis. The soft cleft of her buttocks rubbed against the base of his penis, creating intense friction. This thrust completely forced out the sailor's treasured member. The two testicles in his scrotum began to contract, causing

his penis to proudly aim at Della's pink buttocks and ejaculate a thick stream of semen! Della felt her body finally stop swaying up and down, but her buttocks were still being slapped and bounced by the hot, hard penis. At the same time, waves of scalding liquid shot onto her buttocks, giving her a very strange feeling. Some of it even went into her anus, which made Della panic and instinctively contract her anus, trying to squeeze out the semen. But this was obviously useless; instead, it made the semen penetrate even deeper. This made her act like a greedy child, trying to lock the man's semen inside her intestines.

"Huff...huff..." The sailor panted heavily, "It's been so long since I've done this, it's really exhilarating! Miss Della's ass is amazing, the company of a beautiful girl is truly the best medicine for sailing!"

"You...stop talking!" Feeling her ass filled with semen, Della dazedly came to her senses and couldn't help but pound the sailor's thigh with her little pink fist, "Let me down!"

"That won't do, Miss Della's seasickness hasn't been cured yet!" The sailor held Della tightly, not letting her leave, "The next step is the most important one, we can't give up halfway!"

"Let me go, I don't want to be cured of any seasickness!" Della struggled, but she was already weak, and now her body was limp, how could she resist the strong and lustful sailor?

In her panic, she completely forgot that she was a mage and a space sorceress.

The sailor knew he had to use absolute force to take the beauty, so without a word, he aimed his penis directly at Della's vagina. This startled Della: "Your thing... how could it be so fast... No, no, this really won't do, please!"

"I've been building up my desire at sea for months, and today I finally got to have you, this little beauty, how can it end so easily?" The sailor aimed his penis at Della's honey pot: "Besides, your pussy is already so wet, don't you want to eat my big cock?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Ugh!" Feeling the hot glans starting to push open her vagina, Della said with a flushed face, but her explanation was too weak, and the sailor didn't take it to heart at all, only thinking that this little beauty was being playful and naughty!

"Miss Della's honey pot, I'll enjoy it... What's going on?" The sailor was about to fully insert his penis into Della's vagina when the ground suddenly shook violently, throwing both of them to the ground. The sailor landed on top of Della, his penis sliding into her tight vagina. Della cried out in pain from the sudden penetration amidst the violent shaking, but her vagina gripped the invading penis tightly.

The sailor felt his penis being intensely stimulated, and under the dual shock of mind and body, he couldn't help but ejaculate. The scalding semen made Della gasp, her face turning pale. Then the ground shook violently again, and the sailor, still holding Della, rolled on the ground in the inserted position.

"Oh no, it must be a storm!" the sailor exclaimed. Having spent years at sea, he knew all too well the power of such ocean-borne disasters—enough to easily drown an entire ship.

"Boom!" As if in response to the sailor's words, a thunderous roar echoed outside, followed by cracks appearing on the walls of their compartment.

"Not good!" the sailor cried out in alarm. He hadn't expected the waves to be so strong; were they about to smash the ship to pieces? Faced with this situation, even the most experienced sailor couldn't think of a way to deal with it, and could only resign themselves to fate.

"Boom!" Another deafening roar followed, like a sea dragon crashing down. The walls of the compartment shattered completely, and a torrent of seawater rushed in, engulfing the two still locked in intercourse.

"Am I going to die?" As her consciousness faded into darkness, this thought crossed Della's mind.

"Where...am I?" Della groggily opened her eyes, only to find herself on a golden beach. Before her, the azure sea, with its whitecaps, crashed against her, the crests even reaching her feet. Della quickly stood up and took a step back, afraid of being swallowed.

"Right, I encountered a storm...and earlier that sailor..." Della recalled the events, her face burning. She quickly shook her head, looked up at the blazing sun, and immediately ran to a grove of trees to cool off.

She ran quickly, partly to escape the heat, and partly because being swallowed by the ocean had instilled in her a fear of the beach. The vast, beautiful ocean, when displaying its power, was truly terrifying. Even a moderately accomplished spatial mage was nothing more than an ant before that power...

Of course, if Della hadn't been captured and toyed with by the sailor, she would have had a chance to escape using spatial magic, and might even have saved a few people. But history obviously couldn't be rewritten.

"So... I'm stranded on a deserted island." Resting in the woods, Della gradually understood her predicament. She frowned, pondering a solution. As a spatial mage, she had far more options than ordinary people in this situation. Although her current magical level might not be able to initiate a direct teleportation across the sea, with preparation, her chances of escape were undoubtedly much greater than the average person. Moreover, she was a water-attribute mage, an ability that also helped her survive on the island.

However, Della decided to explore the island first. After all, she was a spatial mage with a strong adventurous spirit. Although her first voyage at sea had left her shaken by the power of the ocean, leaving like this wasn't her style.

"However..." Della looked down at her tattered clothes. The sleeves had long been torn open by the waves, revealing her snow-white chest and shoulders. Her lower body was also ripped, the flimsy skirt barely covering her private parts, completely exposing her alluring thighs. Furthermore, the clothes were riddled with countless tears, further revealing her cleavage, making her incredibly tempting.

What made Della even more uneasy was the chill in her lower body. Her panties, which the sailors had removed, were nowhere to be found, and her skirt was so short that any gust of wind would expose her private parts without any cover. This feeling of being completely unprotected made Della panic, yet also strangely aroused.

"Oh well, there's probably no one else on this island, right? Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it..." Della's heart pounded, but she tried to reassure herself, and so, without trying to cover herself, she continued walking forward.

Perhaps influenced by the dream, Della hadn't expected to be able to access her clothes from her storage space, thus unwittingly displaying her beautiful attire to nature.

Disheveled and cautious, she traversed the jungle for a while, finding nothing dangerous—no poisonous insects or ferocious beasts—and her worries lessened. Suddenly, a sound reached her ears, a sound that sounded strangely familiar!

This startled Della, but she held her breath and quietly approached the source of the sound. Suddenly, she saw two figures, and was terrified, instinctively hiding behind a tree, yet unable to resist peeking out to observe.

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