<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br/>   Ophelia Rockefeller<br/>    On the rubber boat<br/>   Laying under a blanket, in shock<br/>   Covered with sperm from hair to toes,<br/>   stinking and exhausted.<br/></strong><hr/></div>Ophelia had had no chance to defend herself or even protest. Surrounded by the sweaty, lustful crewmen, naked, she had soon been overpowered and then raped in all the holes her body had. The men had taken turn gang-banging her, filling her orifices with their jism or spraying her skin with it when no hole was available. She had lost the count of her aggressors. They were all a blur to her as her eyes were filled with too much sperm to allow her to see clearly. She was stinking, they were stinking, her hair was a mess and her body was streaked with drying semen. She no longer had strength to struggle and was passed over like a limp puppet.<br/><br/>Suddenly, there was a fuss around her, although she was too exhausted to react. Moans of pain, punches, clangs, and then someone lifted her not too gently. Probably for another bout of rape, she thought. It seemed they were running through the passageways of the submarines. Her limp head banged into pipes and walls a couple of times.<br/><br/>And suddenly there was the bright sun and the fresh ocean breeze. She was laid down some rubber boat. She vaguely heard the voice of her friends around her, which comforted her a little bit. She whipped some of the cum out of her eyes and face, trying to see what was happening. A blanket had been laid on her naked and soiled body. Sailors were rowing. She did not understand what had happened but at least she was no longer raped or violented, and that was all that mattered to her for now.<br/><br/>She fell into a kind of torpor.