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Subject: {ASSM} (Dr. D) First story ever: Rescue at Open Sea [3/3] (MF, Mf, FF, nc, reluc, rom, cons, oral)
Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2001 17:10:02 -0500
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In a sense, this is my first story. I have been writing for 15 years, but
not in this language (which is not my native tongue) and not erotic fiction.
Any and all comments aimed at making me a better writer of erotic fiction
are welcome and appreciated at dr.d@wiseone.zzn.com

This post ends 'Rescue at Open Sea' - I hope you liked it!

**********

Chapter 5: The plot thickens

Shirlynn's inner watch mercilessly woke her at a quarter to seven, just in
time for breakfast. In daylight the room looked and smelled even worse.
There was no way she could ever hide what had happened during the night.
Also for some strange reason, that she could no even identify herself, she
did not want her slumbering lover to wake up while she was there, so she
dressed silently and made her way to the galley.

Everyone was there, already busily gulping down the first meal of the day.
When Shirlynn entered, the room went quiet and all looked up at her. At
first she thought that they could all tell that she had gotten laid, but
then she realized that she was simply their only source of information. If
anything had happened during the night, she would know. She decided to play
it cool:

"What are you all staring at? Did I grow and extra head or something?" she
said and made her way to the breakfast table.

"Don't be snide, Richie", Cathy said, "We just want to know if there are any
signs of our mystery man recovering!" Shirlynn gave them her most blank
expression:

"He was still out when I left him."

"We'll check on him when we are done eating." Jane said. With that
apparently Shirlynn was off the hook and she sighed silently with relief.
Soon the crew was discussing cabin assignments and workloads again and
Shirlynn was back to being totally ignored. Or almost ignored. Isi was not
participating in the discussions, but was observing her silently instead.
Shirlynn tried to ignore her, but felt Isi looking right thorough her and
had ample time to consider her own situation: When her mother learned that
she had been able to get in trouble in the middle of the Northern Atlantic
on a boat with an all female crew, there was no telling what she would do.
Send her to the moon probably!

Shirlynn could have contemplated endlessly, but at exactly that time the
door was suddenly opened from the outside.

It is hard to describe the effect of this, but consider if you will, that to
the knowledge of everybody but Shirlynn, each and everyone on board who
could open doors was already 'in' the galley. Malu and Cathy shrieked and
everybody turned to the door.

Ducking to get through the door their enormous refugee entered and smiled at
them. Evidently he had found the linen closet. One sheet he had folded and
applied like a giant diaper and another he had ripped open and wore like a
poncho. By ripping a third sheet, he had made a piece of cloth to tie the
'poncho' around his waist. He should have looked ridiculous but he did not;
he looked like a Greek god.

No one seemed to know how to proceed for a while and then Jane's sense of
responsibility boosted her into action. She got to her feet and went to the
giant man.

"I am the Captain on board. My name is Jane Street." The man smiled widely
and shook her hand.

"Captain. Hi! Larry Johnson. Mighty glad to be on your ship, mighty glad."
He gave her no chance to get a word in, "Thought I was dead and gone to
heaven, when I woke. How long have I been here? Where are we anyway?
And...", he looked longingly at the breakfast table, "could I have some
chow? I'm starving? Haven't eaten for days!"

'Lie nr. 1' Jane thought, 'There is no way you were out there more than 24
hours!' Aloud she said, "It's the morning of the 18. Do you know how long
you were adrift?", and  invited him to the table with the extension of her
arm. Immediately Isi moved to the side of Shirlynn making room for 'Larry'
across from them. He appeared to think shortly:

"3 days!" he said and proceeded to load his plate heavily while the crew
observed him in barely concealed excitement. When he sat down Jane took the
lead again.

"Mister Johnson, we found you floating..."

"Larry" he said, "Call me Larry." Jane started again:

"Larry. Last night around 01.00 AM Malu here spotted your raft at about 300
feet." Poor Maul blushed from head to toe by the honorable mentioning and
would probably have crawled under the table if Shirlynn had not grabbed her.
Jane proceeded to tell the story of their daring rescue while 'Larry' ate,
skipping lightly over the parts that seemed strange to her about Larry's
previous predicament.

He had finished eating and was smoking a borrowed cigarette when she
finished. She knew that she was a god storyteller and this particular story
should have captured him even if it had been told badly. Still she had the
feeling that he had not been listening at all and that something was going
on between 'Larry' and both Isi and Shirlynn. She could not imagine that Isi
would have kept it from her if the man had woken up when she was dressing
his wood the previous night, but there was 'something' there. She resolved
to find out later.

"Well...", she said, "tell us your story!"

He spread his big hands and shrugged:

"Isn't much to tell. Set out from Amsterdam on the 2. with a pal of mine and
his wife. The sailboat was his, but I was the only 'sailor', if you know
what I mean. We got into a storm down south 4 days ago. It didn't seem too
bad and I just slept on - it was his shift. I guess the fool got us turned
out of the wind for the only big blow in the storm. We went round and sunk -
cant have taken more than 10 seconds." His voice did not waver during his
tale. In fact he seemed a little bored by it, just as he had seemed by hers.
During it all he kept smiling and winking at Isi and even before his tale
became improbable, Jane had decided that she did not trust him as far as she
could throw him.

He bummed another cigarette and continued his story, occasionally taking
long breaks where he just smoked and appeared to be thinking. The core of
the matter seemed to be that his idiotic friend had purchased a life boat
but had, instead of filling water in the tanks and servicing it regularly,
emptied the raft of all provisions for a theme-party he had held half a year
earlier. Jane was pretty sure that the provisions of an inflatable life raft
were unreachable until it was in fact inflated. She grabbed on to one of the
other oddities instead:

"You said, that you 'got into a storm south of here'." She looked at him
quizzingly, "How would you know that, not knowing where 'here' is?" The
accusation threw him off the track and his speech reverted to something that
was most likely much more 'him'.

"Watched the sun, didn't I?" he said, "Any fool knows sun rises in east,
don'tey? Drifted north like honkey dory, saw it all along, I did!"

"Right!" Jane said sarcastically, "Was that before or after you became
unconscious?"

The reaction was immediate. He flew up and slapped her across the face
yelling:

"Don't make fun of me bitch! I'll fucking kill ya!" He did not seem to exert
himself to hit her, but she was lifted off of the stool and flew backwards.
Isi and Cathy both threw themselves at the man, but they were empty-handed
and he waved them away like flies. Bending down he grabbed the stool he had
been sitting on, turned it over and broke one of the legs of. Weighing it in
his hand he tossed the broken stool.

"Sit down!" he shouted. Isi got off the floor slowly and sat on the bench.
Cathy ignored him and crawled to Jane, who had still not moved since he hit
her.

"Sit down now!" he yelled again, "I 'will' bash you fucking head in, bitch.
Sit!" Jane had begun to move and Cathy got up to the table slowly and sat
down, eying him with burning hatred.

"As I see it..." he stated, "you girls are lucky. Out here all alone, no man
to tell ya what to do? I figure I was sent by God to keep an eye on you!"
Jane had gotten up and was wiped her bleeding mouth with the back of her
hand:

"I figure you were sent too, " she spat, "but it sure as hell wasn't from
above." He feigned hitting her again, but then he laughed; a surprisingly
friendly and nice sound.

"Are you fucking stupid?" he said looking at Jane, "I am the captain and
this is my fucking boat. You can stay as my bitch, or you can sleep with the
fishies - I really don't give a fuck! Just make up your mind now. I have no
time for this bullshit." He glared down at her and pointed to a stool with
the piece of wood. Jane sat resignedly.

"You are the captain." she almost whispered through her broken lip, "I am
your bitch." Tears of pain and anger were flowing down her face.

"Better!" he yelled, "Much better! This ship is going to Africa and you can
all come, if you behave." He smiled brightly at the women around the table.
They each squirmed under his look.

"If you don't..." he said, "I'll beat the mother-loving shit out of you!
Will you behave?" They all nodded, defeated.

"Good!" he said and smiled at them, "Now was that so hard?" They all met his
eyes and his instincts told him that they were not broken yet. He would have
to break them one by one; he could hardly wait.

"Now..." he said and looked at Jane, "are there any weapons on this boat?"
Jane shook her head.

"Pistols, shotguns, semi-automatics, anything like that?" he continued in
case she did not know what 'weapons' meant. She shook her head too violently
and winced at the pain.

"There are no guns. I can't stand them. Won't have them on my ship." she
said. He immediately cautioned at her by pointing with his stick.

"Your ship." she corrected herself.

"I believe you." he said, "I really do." He grabbed Isi with his left hand
and made his way to the door half carrying, half dragging her.

"We will just check to make sure!" he said as he opened the door, "If we
find any kind of weapon, I'll come back and rip you a new asshole!" He
pulled Isi through and slammed the door. Just right of the door lay a wedge
used to hold the door open in sunny weather. Lomax slammed it in tight just
by the knob. It would not hold them forever but he was not planning to look
long. He had practically grown up on ships and knew his way around them.
There were rarely weapons on ships of this size, but then he had never been
on a ship with an all female crew before, and he needed to be sure.

"We will start on the bridge." the large man said and let Isidora go. She
looked up at him, craning her neck just to make eye contact. She almost told
him off on general principle, but then she remembered the ease with which he
had ripped the stool apart. One might not get a chance to apologize to a man
like that! Silently she pointed in the right direction. He beckoned her to
lead on and followed.

When they got there he told her to sit in the middle of the room while he
checked all closets.

"So do you have a name?" he asked, when they moved on to the captains
quaters.

"Isidora Jemayne" she said, not looking at him.

"Isi!" he yelled, "Thought I heard a name like that!"

"You never were unconscious were you?" Isi asked rhetorically and then
suddenly blushed when she realized what that meant. The guy could still have
been sleeping of course...

"You 'dressed my wound'." he said in a tone of voice indicating that he had
been all there all the time.

'Had I known you then as I know you now...' she thought angrily 'I would
have made a few instead. Given you a reason to be in a coma!' Most of all
she was angry with herself for having touched this disgusting man and for
having invited what she knew was coming. They reached the captain's quarters
just on cue.

"Groovy bunk" Lomax said when he eyed the rebuild, oversized bunk. Throwing
out his arms he nearly decapitated Isi and burst out, "Home, sweet home!"
Isi made her way to the center of the room and proceeded to sit down but had
her worst fears confirmed when he said:

"No, the bed this time." Resigned to her fate she went to the bunk and sat
down. He was already unfastening his poncho and pulling at the giant-sized
diaper.

"We don't have long." he grunted and stepped up to her with half an
erection. "Just blow me!" The fit was nearly perfect with her sitting and
him standing. She grabbed his cock with her right hand and, pressing, gave
it enough substance to enter her mouth. She was a great cocksucker and soon
had him rock-hard and had a good suction going.

"Fucking wild." he said hoarsely and started swaying his hips. The man had a
long, beautiful cock that was a fucking waste on an asshole like him and Isi
caught herself almost beginning to enjoy it and her own competence. Instead
she grabbed him at the base of his cock to keep him from pressing to deep.
She could deep-throat, but it required mutual thrust, patience and love.
This fellow was so far of the mark it was frightening.

"Oh bitch..." he moaned, "Oh you bitch! You made me come. I'm coming!"
Groaning he placed his big hands on either side of her head and pulled but
thanks to her hand he stayed out of her throat. Then he came.

'The asshole even tastes good' Isi thought. 'Why is all this potential
wasted on such a shithead?' She let him finish him business and pull out.
She knew better than spitting (he would have made her lick it up) and just
let the semen drip from her lips while he got back into his ridiculous
costume.

He quickly searched the quarters afterwards (finding nothing) and led her
back to the galley. He was smiling big and actually winked at her before he
removed the wedge and opened the door. Everyone was at the table, but Jane
sprang up.

"Larry! I have been thinking. I say we can work something out, which will be
accepta..." He held out his hand silencing her.

"First: Call me Lomax, that's my name. And: don't think, you'll wrinkle." He
grinned at them.

"We are not done. The little whore wanted lovin so we had to take a break.
Just checking to see you are behavin. See you later." He turned and pushed
Isi out of the room. She was bright red with anger and embarrassment.

This time nearly an hour passed before the door was opened again. Isi was
pushed into the room ahead of Lomax. The 5 women had been talking about
attempting to overpower him and the more they talked about it, the more they
all agreed that they had to try. When the big man entered bowing heavily to
fit through the opening, Jane realized that all their plans were naught.
They had simply forgotten just how big this guy was. He would kill 3 of them
before they even reached him. She looked around the table wanting to caution
everybody not to act, but saw in their faces that they had all realized the
same thing.

"Well..." Lomax said "Good news. You can keep the number of assholes you
have!" Isi had moved to the table and was still standing.

"Sit down!" he said to her and went to the table as she did.

"We are almost done here, but I have a few rules." he was still carrying the
wooden leg and whacked it strongly against the table in timing with the word
'rules'. Cups and plates rattled but nothing fell over.

"If I catch you with a weapon, I kill you. If you plot against me, I kill
you." Every time he said 'kill' he gave the table another good whack.

"If you hide from me, I kill you. And rule number one: If you change the
course of the boat or try to use the radio - I kill you bad. Believe me, you
don't want that!" They believed him.

Lomax took Jane and Biannka to the bridge and sent the rest of them to make
whatever preparations were nessary to accommodate Jane's movement from the
captain's quarters down below. On the bridge he wanted the radio moved to
the captains quarters.

"Impossible" Biannka said. Jane nodded in agreement. "The radio is an
integrated part of the bridge. You can no more move that than you can move
the rudder."

"I will not sleep here..." Lomax said, "and I will not have you bitches
calling the cops on me! If you can't move it, I'll destroy it." He moved
forward raising the club.

"Wait." Jane shouted, "I may have an idea." She went to the radio and pulled
a panel that came away in her hand. Inside was wiring and assorted
electronics. She quickly removed something in there.

"The radio will not work without these." she said and placed it in his hand.
He tried activating the radio a few times. It was indeed dead.

"You keep these..." Jane said, "and the radio is under your control."

"Why are you helping?" He asked her doubtingly.

"I don't want you smashing up my... the boat." Jane claimed, "Also you might
hit some other vital system. I definitely don't want to be dead in the water
with no radio!" He seemed to accept that and closed his hand on the two
pieces of electronics.

"I want you two to plot a course to St. Louis" he said, "I'll stove these
away." He gave them just enough time to misunderstand and start complaining
then he said:

"St. Louis, Senegal!" with a big grin and left the two bewildered women.


Chapter 6: The Plan

The two women stared at each other wide-eyed.

"Africa?" Jane said, "Does he think we'll just go to Africa with him?" She
tried to sound angry, but fear and confusion made her voice tremble. Biannka
placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I have been thinking about an idea." She half whispered and looked dubious,
"It might not work and it could be quite dangerous!" Jane assured her:

"Lay it on me, Biannka. Right now the best plan I have heard is going to
fucking Senegal with a mad sex-offender. I am open to all suggestions."
Biannka laid it on her. It was bold and ingenious, and it was assured to
piss Lomax off big time if it did not work. But it might actually work, Jane
realized. The biggest problem was avoiding getting caught preparing it.

"Even presuming the healing pump can compensate for moving the cargo
around," Jane said, "and we don't tip over, we'll probably need an hours
worth of work. He'll hear or feel or both."

"So we'll have to make sure that he does not." Biannka stated.

'Easy for you to say,' Jane thought, 'you are not the one who is going to
have to entertain him are you? But of course," she admitted to herself, "it
would not be her either. He'd pick Cathy or Malu or even the child, if he
hadn't had her already." Her heart aced at the thought of her gentle lover
in the grips of that predator. Aloud she said:

"I'll talk to the others. Lets get this course plotted." When Biannka passed
her to get the charts, Jane put a hand on her arm and said:

"If you get us out of this, the job as second mate of Neptunia is yours for
life!" The older woman smiled:

"Thank you, captain! I'll hold you to that!"

By four in the afternoon, Jane had talked to everybody and the plan had
formed. Cathy had gotten the biggest steaks out of the pantry and was
preparing a real feast with wine, two courses and massive amounts of food.
They were betting that he had not had a decent meal in quite a while and
would eat and drink too much. He probably would not be daft enough to get
drunk or anything, but even delayed reaction would help.

For whatever reason Malu and Shirlynn were in the passenger's quarters,
talking too loud and not exactly in their own voices. On the bridge Isi was
attempting to have a conversation with Lomax. He had requested her presence,
apparently believing that the others would behave as long at he had a
hostage. In a way he was right. Ultimately, the plan could not commence if
they were not all together for it.

Jane was in the engine-room running a complete check of the healing pump
from hydraulic pressure to manual override. It was working at peek
efficiency and should be able (as was its function) to shift ballast fast
enough to compensate for the movement of the cargo, thus keeping them level
in the water.

Biannka was checking the cargo. She banged her fist against the sides of the
crates. They were large wooden crates of a very sturdy build and weighed
about 1.200 pounds each. Stacked two and two, there was less than 7 inches
between the top one and the main deck (which of course was the ceiling down
here). It seemed perfect. Naturally, a million things could still go wrong:
He could hear or feel her working on the crates, in which case he would
probably bash her head in. Or he could decide not to go look for them, in
which case they would look really stupid, with their trap all set and lying
in hiding. They'd just have to hope for the best, she guessed.

When dinner came they were as ready as they were ever going to be. Lomax ate
more than any of them had ever seen one man consume - admittedly most of
them did not have much of a reference, but still. On top of that he drank
more than an entire bottle of wine. When dinner was done, if anything, he
just appeared refreshed.

"That," Lomax said and smacked his lips, "was one of the best meals I've
ever had! I almost feel like making the cook happy in return, but that will
have to wait a little." He rose and reached out to Maul, who stood and took
the offered hand.

"We don't want to be disturbed!" He said, as he pulled Malu out of the room,
"Ya'll behave now!"

They had known that this was coming and had agreed that whoever got picked
would have to entertain him for at least an hour, to give Biannka time to
set the trap. They had not discussed what to do if Biannka got picked
herself (she was the only crewmember who had the nessary prowess with the
forklift to even attempt the reshuffle of the crates) -past forty and not
beautiful by any conventional standards, the chances that he would pick her
were considered slim at best. Even Shirlynn had been taken into confidence,
everyone hoping that she would not be the one picked (though after their
talk, Jane felt al but sure that Lomax had already licked that particular
pot of honey).

Biannka rose the second the door shut behind Lomax and his victim of the
hour:

"I will need someone to call the distances." she said and left without
waiting for the election. Isi jumped from her seat and followed Biannka
saying that she would handle it. The remaining three began clearing the
table more to pass the time than anything else.

The minute the door to the captain's quaters closed behind them, Malu
changed. She pulled away from him and sat down on the bunk, straightening
her back to show off a pair of very nice, well-formed breasts. Her attitude
was that of a person who was in complete control and indeed that was how she
felt. Among women she often felt immature and daft, but here she was on her
home-turf. Men, she had always felt, were her special area of expertise!

"I was hoping you would pick me." she said and curled one of her light red
locks around her index finger. Lomax had gone to the corner for a beer but
jerked his head up and looked at her at that. She smiled:

"We have been out for weeks! A girl gets urges, you know?!" Malu claimed and
removed her T-shirt. She was wearing her best underwear, a dark brown and
flimsy thing that was exactly the right shade for her fair skin. When she
looked up again, Lomax was staring wide-eyed at her ample breasts and she
knew that she had him right where she wanted him. Basically she had never
met a man who would not rather receive than take, and apparently Lomax was
no exception. If you could pretend to give it up freely and maybe even like
it, you could make them do anything.

Anyway they 'had' been at sea for 10 days and a girl 'did' get urges. The
guy was built like an Olympic athlete and wanted to get down - she was all
with that.

Lomax was shedding the ridicules costume and moving to the bed. When he got
there, he almost stabbed her in the throat with his all but fully erect dick
and took a large swig from his beer. Things were moving way too fast - he
would never last an hour that way - and she would get no release. She
slipped sideways away from his meat-dagger and stood.

"Can I have a beer too? I am a little dry." she said, already moving for the
corner with the beer. He made a 'suit yourself gesture' and pouted a little.
She smiled back at him:

"Why don't you lay down and get comfortable?" Still clearly feeling put down
he did. His erection had dwindled a little. Opening her beer Malu eyed it
worriedly; she liked her meat strong and big and was not impressed yet.
Still, it was what she had to work with, so it would have to do.

She drank form her beer and put it down on the floor at the end of the bunk
and knelt. His feet were less than clean. There was nothing on board that he
could have used for shoes and he had walked around barefoot all day. She
skipped over his feet and planted a wet kiss on his left ankle. At that
exact time she felt and faintly heard the movement of the forklift in the
cargo area. Naturally she was expecting it, waiting for it even, but she
could not believe that he did not register it! She increased her pace a
little and kissed her way up his right and left leg faster than she would
have normally done, trying to keep his attention.

Apparently what she did do was good enough for him. When she reached his
crotch, he was back at full mast. He was quite long, but not as thick as
Malu liked them. A slightly pungent smell rose from him and Malu quickly
jumped to her feet and ran to the sink by the door. He eyed her suspiciously
as she wetted a towel and returned to the bunk. She gave him the basic
rubdown; cock-head, testicles and asshole. Then she sniffed experimentally,
threw the towel away, smiled up at him and planted a big kiss on the purple
head.

She then opened her mouth and took him in. She was immediately forgiven for
her tardiness. He moaned and jerked his hips from the word go. She sucked
him directly into her mouth and teased the cock-head with her tongue. Then
she almost let him out, released suction and scratched him lightly with her
teeth. Sucking him in again she bobbed her head hard and fast like a sprint.

When that almost had him cumming, she let him fall out and licked his shaft
and balls while she masturbated him with slow deliberate stokes. She
alternated like this for minutes on end, until finally he was breathing hard
and getting more persistent in his movements. She grabbed the base of his
cock hard enough to get his attention:

"If I lets you come in my mouth," she said, "will you be able to get it up
again soon?" He nodded quickly and enthusiastically, closed his eyes and
tilted his head back again. She would have chanced it anyway. There was no
way that she could spend an hour with the guy if he could only come once. In
her experience all men could be 'resurrected' within 5-10 minutes if they
had not worked to get off. Needless to say, her statistical evidence for
this assumption was somewhat tainted; she had never tried it on anyone older
than 29!

She took him as deep as she could and did another short sprint. This time
when he started jerking, she let him come. His semen had a nice, almost
sweet taste to it. Malu was a natural come-lover, but even she had never had
anything like it. It went down like chocolate-cream.

He lay still for a while and she just drank from her beer and enjoyed the
sheer massiveness of his beauty. When she lit a cigarette he opened his eyes
and smiled at her. They shared the cigarette in silence. She let her hand
play lightly on his colossal thigh and even before the cigarette was gone,
he was more or less ready again.

What would really have got her going at that point was a long-lasting, rough
cunt-licking, but her female instincts told her that Lomax was not that kind
of a guy. Instead she pushed him down on his back and sat on his cock -
locking it between his stomach and her sex.  She then proceeded to grate her
clitoris against the entire length of his cock. Adjusting the angle a little
she covered him with her abundant juices (sucking cock would always get her
wet) and resumed the rubbing.

Keeping their sexes together she lowered her lips to his and they kissed.
One deep kiss was all he got. He badly needed to brush his teeth and kissed
too roughly for her tastes. Instead she placed the palms of her hands on his
massive chest, rose from his cock and caught it with her vagina when it
tilted upwards.

She pushed down on it and sighed deeply as it penetrated her. This was
exactly what she had needed. She ground her pelvis against his and felt him
banging roughly against her uterus. Rising and falling she soon found a good
rhythm. Her inner lips were unusually large and meaty and every time she
rose on his dick she felt them dragging along his shaft. She had had that
sensation before of course, but the length of his dick made it especially
wild.

Now totally lost in the moment, her movements got less deliberate and
faster. Digging her sharp and strong nails into his chest she almost drew
blood. Her pace was now controlled solely by her oncoming orgasm. Despite
his impressive length she almost lost contact with him twice. Then it hit
her. She thrust herself down at him hard once, went totally rigid and
screamed. Her cunt-muscles worked up and down his shaft while she came and
came, but having just spewed his load, he held back. Finally she relaxed her
steel-grip on his chest and sunk off him onto the bunk.

She had no idea how long they had been at it, but even before she went into
overdrive, she felt the movement in the cargo bay stopping. She was sure
that it had been at least 5 minutes since the last trip of the forklift. It
was time to move. She took a swig of the beer and lit another cigarette. One
drag she took, and then she gave it to Lomax and lay with her right arm and
leg across him, caressing his chest.

"That was great!" she whispered in his ear. "I don't know what you fancy,
but I would really love for you to finish up in my ass!" A sudden stiffness
told her, that she had his undivided attention.

"You will? Great." She said. Then the gamble:

"Only I have to clear out the canal, if you know what I mean. There is a
hose in the other bathroom. I would be 5 minutes tops!" He did and said
nothing for maybe 10 seconds during which she fought to act and breathe
normally. Then he nodded:

"Hurry up!" She rose and quickly slipped into panties and T-shirt, blew him
a kiss and went unhurried (she hoped) out the door.

The trip down the stairs and along the corridor was one of the longest she
had ever made. She did not dare to run, lest she fell, but finally reached
door to the cargo bay. Inside the entire gang was waiting.

"Are you OK?" Jane asked even as she pulled her through a tight crevice
between two stacks of crates. Malu told her  she was fine and joined the
others by the outer hull. Quickly activating the forklift Biannka backed the
stack of crates back towards the group. When the crates were level with the
others, she stopped and almost, but not quite lowered the stack. Then she
turned off the forklift. They had to hope that Lomax would not notice the
discrepancy of half an inch in height. No way there would be time for both
turning the forklift on 'and' raising the stack.

The trap was set.

There were 5 feet from the wall to the row of crates; just enough to
accommodate the forklift. The five feet at that end of the passage narrowed
in the other end to just a couple of inches from the outer hull. On the
other side of the ship the crates were stacked in the same fashion, creating
a narrow corridor by the door that widened out further down the 45 feet long
cargo bay. In this fashion they had created an area up front that could not
be surveyed from the door or by moving less than halfway down the corridor.

They were hoping that Lomax would walk down this corridor, allowing them to
box him in with the two massive crates on the forklift.

"How long do you think?" Cathy whispered to Malu, who was shivering next to
her.

"He 'really' wanted me back," Malu said and in the darkness Cathy could hear
her smiling "can't be long now."

Exactly on cue there was the loud bang of a door being hit with the
improvised club. Lomax also yelled something threatening, but he was still
too far away for them to make sense of his threats.

"OK" Jane whispered to Shirlynn who had been put in charge of the tape
recorder, "Turn on and let go!" Malu and Shirlynn had produced a tape
recording that was basically human noise. It was designed to convince Lomax
that there really was somebody at the end of the passage. Shirlynn hit
'play' and let go of the small square recorder. A length of string went from
it to the top of the last most crate. The recorder swung downward and
outward until it ended up outside the narrow passage where, hopefully, it
would sound to Lomax like several woman discussing.

They all held their breath. Lomax was slowly and methodically making his way
down the corridor checking quarter by quarter, storage room by storage room.
All the while he was banging his stick and yelling obscenities. When he
finally reached the cargo bay, he was so mad, that all the finer points of
their plan were void.

The door flew open and he stormed down the corridor. It all went so fast
that he had reached the end and found the cassette recorder before Biannka
had even turned on the lift. An angry roar and the sound of the recorder
shattering accompanied the sudden rumble for the forklift as Biannka finally
threw the switch and accelerated the heavy crates.

Lomax had less than two seconds to register the situation and react on it.
He was 30 feet away from the rapidly diminishing gap and still he almost
made it. Had Biannka reacted half a second slower, he would have gotten
through. Instead he crashed against the side of the two crates with his
entire weight, actually tipping them and the forklift sideways. The top
crate touched the roof and tipped back down. Biannka immediately released
the fork placing the crates firmly on the deck.

Roaring Lomax crashed into the crates again, but even he could not move the
2.400 pounds of sturdy wooden crates; there just was a kind of a wet 'thud'.
With that he suddenly fell silent. The woman did not dare to move - the
gigantic pressure of the past 10 hours was taking its toll and they simply
did not dare to believe that their tormentor had been contained. Cathy was
the first to snap out of it.

"Somebody should be on the bridge!" she said. Jane nodded and found Isi's
eyes in the semi darkness.

"Isi, please take the helm." Jane said. Isi moved for the door immediately,
but Jane caught her arm, "Under the main access-panel of the radio two fuses
are missing. Replace them, and put out a general distress call." Isi gave
the briefest nod and hurried away.

At the same time Biannka killed the engine of the forklift. In the sudden
silence they could hear Lomax moving around in his improvised cage. Now and
then he banged his stick against crates or hull, but already appeared
resigned to his fate. Biannka got off the forklift and put a hand on Jane's
shoulder. On Biannka's other side Cathy put her arm around her and pulled
Shirlynn into the huddle. Soon a group-hug developed.

They were still hugging when the first blow hit. The noise was incredible.
It resonated around the steel-hull of the Neptunia and was still there when
the second blow hit. Jane and Biannka looked at each other.

"I don't think that Lomax wants to go to France." Biannka said. Jane stared
at her in incomprehension for a second, then she said:

"But how? With what?" She looked at nothing, thinking hard. Then, "Jesus!
The old loading hatch." They all looked at her.

"He is banging the old loading hatch. Is probably using the batten!" Jane
explained, "But it doesn't make sense! It is welded shut. There is no way he
could," At that time she was cut short by a sudden freezing sensation in her
feet. She looked down at them, but her overworked nerves did not allow her
to identify what she saw.

"Captain," Biannka said in a slow and insisting voice, "would the old hatch
be below sea level with this load?" Jane looked up at her and down at her
feet and finally back up at Biannka.

"Jesus, Mary and Josef!" Jane whispered, "He is sinking my ship!" She flung
herself at the crates that separated her from Lomax and screamed:

"You are sinking my ship, you insane psychopath! We'll all die!" Biannka
grabbed her by the shoulders and moved her toward the door. Shirlynn, Cathy
and Malu were right behind them. The water was rising rapidly in the cargo
bay but had not yet spilled over into the main corridor. Malu quickly closed
and locked the door. It was not designed to withstand pressure and was not
watertight. It would not buy them much time.

"Get to the main deck." Biannka called to the three youngsters, taking
control as Jane sunk bewildered to the deck, "If he gets through that hatch
I want you to make damn sure that he doesn't get back on board. Clubber him
if you must!" They rushed away immediately, Cathy hesitating to cast one
quick worried glance at Jane. Biannka knelt by Jane's side:

"I have to go to Isidora now. Can I leave you here?" she asked. Jane made a
hand gesture indicating that she would be fine. Biannka was not convinced,
but had no time to discuss it and rushed away to the bridge. Jane remained
on the floor, staring wide-eyed at nothing, trying to get her mind around
their impossible situation. A little later a huge groaning noise indicated
that the superhuman giant had finally broken open the antiquated hatch.

Biannka reached the bridge in short time and found Isi at the helm looking
worried.

"What is going on down there." Isi asked, "She's gone all sluggish and is
responding weirdly to the rudder." Biannka did not answer immediately.

"Isidora," she said, "Did you place that distress call? Please say you
didn't!"

"I didn't. I had no time! Haven't even replaced the fuses." Isi's brow
furrowed, "Bin, what the fuck is going on?" Biannka moved to the controls
and quickly turned all emergency pumps on. Then she activated the ballast
pumps, shedding all possible ballast-water in order to raise the boat. It
would probably not bring the old hatch out of the water, but it had to do.

"He's banged a hole in the starboard bow. We are taking water into the cargo
bay." Biannka explained, "That's the point about the distress call. If he
gets out, we might have to kill him! Can't have people come looking for him
after that." At precisely that moment a groaning noise was heard all
thorough the ship as the torn metal finally gave way. Lomax was in the
water!

On the main deck Shirlynn, Malu and Cathy were ready for him. Shirlynn was
holding the sorry remains of the stool that Lomax tore apart; the other two
held boathooks at the ready. He had gotten naked again when he slipped into
the water. The second he emerged Shirlynn lost her nerve and threw the
busted up stool at him. It flew well over and past him, doing no damage.

He ignored them and swam directly for the life raft, which the Neptunia was
still dragging. Cathy and Malu raced him to the ropes. As he reached the
raft they were already frantically cutting at the ropes. He slipped into the
raft and strangely just sat there watching them as them cut him loose. Once
free the life raft quickly fell behind the Neptunia, which was still under
power.

Absurdly Lomax got up to the canvas and waved at three women on the main
deck. Malu felt a crazy urge to wave back, but fought it down. Soon the life
raft was just an orange speck on the horizon. Lomax had left them.

************

Epilogue

They did not sink. Dumping ballast and pumping water out of the cargo bay
eventually raised the hatch above the waterline. After that they were able
to pull the hatch shut and batten it down. It was not watertight anymore,
but the pumps were easily able to combat the light trickle. The pumps were
designed to operate constantly, but taking no chances Jane Street called in
their position and the state of the hatch the next day.

She stated that cargo had shifted in rough weather and caused the damage.
Even when the Neptunia was in dry dock in France and the workers insisted
that 'no way could cargo do that', Jane and her crew were adamant. It seemed
even stranger when the captain insisted that the hatch be replaced with
solid steel plates, which was more than four times as expensive as unbending
and welding the hatch.

No one ever called Shirlynn 'Rich kid' again and when her mother forgave her
and called her home, she stayed on the Neptunia for two extra trips and
signed off in Canada. More than a year went by before she showed up back at
her mothers. But that is an entirely different story!

When the Neptunia disappeared on the horizon, Lomax zipped the canvas, lay
back and was soon drifting off to sleep. A new ship would come along soon
enough. One always did.

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