The narrow confines below deck are cramped, and I can hear the creaking of wood and the calls of sailors. I know I am far from the beloved mountains a...nd forests of my home."Quit yer fighting, whore. You are bound to a noble's bed, and our pockets will be heavy with silver!" The slavers cackle, evil breath from behind rotten teeth. I know I could thrash any two or three of them, but an entire press gang waylaid me, and a bash to the back of my skull put me down. My mother would be ashamed of her. We think you’ve got most of what you need; if we’ve missed something then let Angie know. She’s the Madame here.”“I’ve never worked with a sleep-learner before,” Wendy pointed out.“Basically it dumps a load of information into your brain. It arrives unorganized, so it needs sorting out in your head before you can make much use of it. I’ll tell the AI to let you have access to any Civil Service materials on how to integrate one into your lessons.”“OK, thanks,” Wendy said. “That should help. Bringing back a small tube I asked what it was he said it was lubricant and would make it slide easier.Then the bent me over the table and said to rest on my elbows and push my ass out. I leaned over and spread my legs apart so he could slip his cock between my thighs. The feeling of his slippery cock rubbing against my balls felt so good. Holding it in his hand he slid it back and forth. Then he pulled it out and slid it up over my tight virgin asshole. It felt so good and my cock was as hard. Still she stayed in position, her bottom stuck out, her tummy dropped down. Elizabeth noticed Emma’s thighs were firmly together though, so there was no sight of her wet pussy or hair mound. The caning continued. Emma struggled with each stroke, but allowed herself only long gasps, and never even considered getting up. She needed to show her mum she will accept her punishment well. Elizabeth had already realised she wasn’t getting a sense of enjoyment from caning her daughter. It was something.