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This story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards. Please don't
plunder it for your own pleasure.
I wrote this story a few years ago and even though I know I can
write better, I think it has a certain charm. This is the first
part of a FINISHED novella that involves a male sub, one
eccentric female Captain and a ship full of sexually adventurous
women. Yes, it's that kind of story. There's bondage,
domination, spanking, oral sex, anal sex, orgies, pirate lingerie
and even a little romance. What there isn't any of are
pedophilia, nonconsensual sex, and anything involving former
food.
Big thanks to Souvie and Pami who always had an interest in
this story and bugged me to post it. Big thanks to Alexis who
told me I could do better. A big thanks to all the Thigh Vs.
Thigh fans who let me know that funny erotica had an audience. I
hope this story entertains them as much as Amy and Bethany did.
I am also currently storing this story at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ShonRichards/ where you can
find every part up to now.
I happily read any e-mail sent me and even manage to respond
promptly.
"Her Cabin Boy"
Part 4
By Shon Richards
I followed Captain Drake onto the rest of the ship and tried to
act as casually as possible. It wasn't easy without any pants
on. As we traveled through her ship, I felt that everyone could
tell by looking at me that I had just had sex with the Captain.
My cock was still sore and wet. I was also very embarrassed by
how much my cock had shrunk after that awesome bout of sex. The
giggles I kept getting from the crew didn't help my ego.
We descended into the depths of the ship. As luxurious as the
ship was, there wasn't much wasted space. The hallways were
tight, the staircases were steep, and there was a lack of
unnecessary furniture. The hardwood floors were really nice and
shining from constant polishing. Paintings were on all the walls
but these were posters of ocean scenes, not the erotic images
Captain Drake held in her room.
That was probably because all the erotic images she needed were
walking or crawling around her ship. I lost count of how many
women I saw but they were all beautiful and barely clothed. Oh,
they wore some sort of clothing, but it was usually a hodgepodge.
They wore a torn bright colored bra or a bikini top, with either
a bright miniskirt; a torn pair of shorts or skimpy bikini
bottoms covering tanned buttocks. I didn't get much time to
admire them as they were all busy with their chores. I knew now
why everything was so clean; the beauties on board this ship were
constantly on their knees scrubbing.
When we reached the bottom part of the ship, I noticed that the
place was dark, bland and rather unspectacular. Even the pirate
babes were out of sight. There was a hallway, filled with cell
doors. Captain Drake led me to the end of the hall and I counted
thirty cells in all.
"Is this where you keep the bad employees?" I joked.
"Yes and no," answered my Captain, a smile playing on her lips.
"I have a separate area for those who are being punished. This
is for those who I plan to fire. Here they'll spend the rest of
the voyage in their cells and no longer be a part of the
festivities on board the ship. I also plan to put any mutineers
here."
"Mutineers?" I asked with a laugh. "I can't imagine anyone
wanting to stage a mutiny on this ship."
"I hope that's not the case because I offered five million to
the leader of any successful mutiny," she answered. When I
looked at her with disbelief she explained.
"One of the main pitfalls of piracy was mutiny. There was
always some dog that thought he would make a better captain. The
stories of pirates are filled with how many times a ship would
change hands among captains. To simulate that risk, I offered a
five million dollar bounty on my own head."
"That's, that's, dangerous," I stuttered, restraining myself
from saying what I really thought. Captain Drake was crazy, but
I was still the one running around with any pants on.
"Not really," she answered casually. "The conditions are quite
strict. I must not suffer any physical harm in the mutiny. To
collect the bounty, I must be confined, somewhere on this ship,
with my hands bound when the ship goes into a port. In other
words, no locking me in a room and claiming it was a mutiny."
"Still that's five million dollars," I countered. "That's a
lot of money for a group to split up."
She smiled the wicked smile that lit up her face and flashed
those predator's teeth. "You forget, only the leader of the
mutiny claims the money. When they win I'll have them flown to
their hometown and a check will be sent to them a month later.
I'm sure this won't prevent girls from promising to mail the
winnings to their cohorts, but you have to admit, that would
require an awful lot of trust. If any woman on this ship can
convince a group large enough to take over this ship on promises,
than she deserves the five million. If her plot fails, than she
spends the rest of her time in these cells."
"That's a tempting offer but I'm sure these cells will
intimidate them to stay in line," I answered, marveling once
again at how much thought she had put into this insanity.
"The offer applies to you too, my sweet cabin boy," she said.
I laughed. "No thank you, Captain Drake. I think I like where
I am right here."
Her hand went to my cock and she squeezed lightly. My tired
cock rose in spite of itself in answer.
"It's good to know who my loyal servants are," she whispered in
my ear. "Let's go on that tour now. Since you now know the
ultimate punishment I feel you can sample what we have on board
the 'Saucy Wench.'
On that note, the tour began for real. Captain Drake explained
the general layout of the ship as well as where the level maps
were in case I got lost. She had cleverly hid them behind the
prints on the wall, accessing them with a simple button that
switched the pictures. She didn't wish to mar her pirate ship
with something as mundane as 'You are here' signs.
Captain Drake breezed me through the storage areas above the
prison level, which was pretty dull so I was grateful we didn't
linger. Next came the dormitories that we also breezed through.
Once you've seen one room holding four hammocks, you've seen them
all. It was interesting to see how many crewmembers Captain
Drake crammed together, and it made me grateful that I shared a
room to myself. It also made me feel better to see that everyone
had to use the common showers. I didn't like the idea of sharing
my shower with a bunch of beautiful women I couldn't touch, but
maybe they'll be just as nervous as me.
Next came the brig where Captain Drake punished her crew in a
playful manner. It was as I expected, full of chains, paddles
and sex toys. Aside from the dark decor and abundance of spikes
and studs, it looked a lot like her bedroom. No one was being
punished at the moment, but Captain Drake assured me it wouldn't
take long. She told me that there was always a handful of girls
who would rather spend the voyage bound here than doing chores.
We went to the kitchen next, and my stomach growled as we
entered the large cooking area. The women working here were very
busy, moving around the Captain and I with barely a glance. They
were preparing large amounts of food. I could smell bread
baking, meats frying and various other treats that were making me
hungry. The girls here had the same limited clothing but I
noticed they all wore large aprons. It was nice to see that
Captain Drake valued basic hot liquid protection over the usual
uniform.
At the center of the kitchen was a woman who stood out simply
because she didn't possess the same killer model body that that
the rest of the girls had. This woman was kind of chubby. It
didn't make her any less attractive. Surrounded by these beauty
queens, she appeared more real and down to earth than anything
else I had seen on this ship. Her brown hair was a frizzy mess,
and tied up in a ponytail. The uniform rules didn't apply to her
as she was wearing sensible jeans and a button down white shirt
that wasn't tied off at the bottom. She still made it look sexy,
mostly because she possessed a generous bosom that none of the
lighter girls around her could compete with. My eyes were
riveted on her as the captain made her way right to her.
"Jennifer Gibson, this is William, my Cabin Boy," Captain Drake
said, her hand on my shoulders.
"What's your favorite thing for dinner?" Jennifer asked, her
brown eyes as warm as a grandmother asking a child what kind of
cookie he wanted.
I immediately answered "Fried Chicken, ma'am." There was
something about this lady that made me trust and like her. It's
hard to believe she didn't look older than thirty.
"That's easy to remember. I'll make sure we make it once a
week," Jennifer answered, and I was relieved to find one sane
person on this ship. Plus, she was nice, too!
"Jennifer here is the best cook I have ever hired," Captain
Drake said as she swiped a biscuit from a passing girl. "I never
go anywhere without her anymore. I also know that any girl who's
slacking off won't get bored working in the kitchen. Jennifer
runs a tight kitchen, and has a good eye for discipline."
"It's true," Jennifer sighed with mock resignation. "If it
wasn't for my talent with sauces and spanking girls with spoons,
my fat ass wouldn't be here."
The Captain and the Chef laughed at the joke, but I didn't. A
woman I saw over in the corner of the kitchen distracted my
attention. She had this lovely long black hair, but I was more
interested in that fact that she was laid out on a table, bound
hand and foot to each corner of the table. Totally nude, I
watched her shiver as two other ladies adorned her body with
various fruits.
"Enjoying the fruit bar?" Jennifer asked, and I nodded. My
throat was dry from watching the ladies stuff grape after grape
between the bound woman's legs.
"Take a closer look," Captain Drake said. I walked over to the
'fruit bar', and admired the unique presentation. The bound
woman had very perky breasts and I wondered if they were even
natural. It didn't matter to me; I was just impressed with how
someone had sliced oranges into spirals, and draped them over her
breasts in cones. Limes and lemons covered her body in slices,
and I marveled over her self-control. A banana had been placed
in her mouth, sticking straight up like a cock. When they
finished stuffing her sex with grapes, they covered the area with
an apple. It's the little touches that really made it sinful,
like the peach halves that lined her thighs, down to her toes.
"Go ahead, take a bite," Jennifer said with her face intent on
me.
So I did. I almost selected a peach halve from her knee but
Jennifer stopped my hand.
"No, no," she said, "The Fruit Bar is a hands-off display.
You'll have to use your mouth if you want any."
"This proves once again that presentation is ninety percent of
a good meal," Captain Drake laughed. It was a lewd taunting
laugh that brought a flush to my cheeks.
That did it for me. I was going to decline using my mouth, but
something about Captain Drake's laugh changed my mind. I wanted
to show her that I wasn't the vulnerable shy guy she fucked so
savagely this morning. Reacting to some sort of weird dominatrix
peer pressure, I bowed my head and plucked a peach part right off
of the woman's upper thigh. My lips grazed her skin, and I
wished that the others weren't here so I could bury my face in
the Fruit Bar properly.
The bound woman moaned quietly, muted by the banana stuffed in
her mouth. I sucked the peach into my mouth and moaned myself at
how sweet it tasted. My cock was still too sore to be hard but
my pulse was certainly racing. Chef Gibson and Captain Drake
said nothing, but I thought I detected a small bit of approval in
their faces.
"Let's get William something to eat, Jennifer," Captain Drake
said. "By the way he's grinning I think we better get his mind
on food before he devours your fruit bar."
I blushed, again. Even in small moments of triumph, this woman
had the power to embarrass me. All she had to do was mention
what I was already thinking and I felt terribly exposed in front
of all these women. God, I just wished that it didn't turn me on
so much.
Later, after a nice breakfast of eggs, pancakes and toast, we
continued the tour. We were entering the more populated areas
and the stares of the women were becoming more intense. Captain
Drake was oblivious to my discomfort and she insisted on
introducing me to anyone she happened to remember the name of.
Their eyes always dropped to my crotch and then flicker away.
Damn, I wished I wasn't so embarrassed! I could at least have a
decent erection to show them instead of the shrinking violet I
had now.
The recreation rooms were next and I envious of how nice it
was. I knew arcades that didn't have these many videogames and
pool tables. There was even an indoor miniature golf course!
There were ten women in there already, and to my surprise they
didn't jump to attention when Captain Drake came in. After a few
minutes we left and I commented about the behavior of the women
there.
"That's because I declared the recreation rooms as free
discipline areas," Captain Drake said. "I still expect people to
act civil but I want them to feel relaxed there. A ship of
submissives would go crazy in a week if they didn't have a place
to kick back. That's why I also gave every crew member free time
hours."
"Free time hours?" I asked.
"Oh shit, I forgot about you," she said. "How does three to
five in the afternoon sound? That'll be the time when you have
free reign to relax. Of course if you are being punished, or
bound somewhere, it doesn't count. You're a smart boy, I'm sure
you'll behave. Just make sure you remember, no sexual contact
with the crew!"
"I understand, really," I said. How often was she going to
repeat herself?
Captain Drake smiled that devilish smirk of hers and said
nothing as she studied me for a moment. I sweated for about a
minute, wondering if I had been too flippant. Then she shrugged,
and led me to the next part of the tour.
"Right across from the rec room is the gym," Captain Drake said
as she opened the door. Inside was a large room with plenty of
mirrors and gym equipment. My eyes were immediately drawn to the
dozen or so women who were currently exercising. Wearing only
sports bra, there were glistening with sweat as they stepped
through a series of aerobic moves. They also each carried what
looked like a giant two-foot long dildo, but I can tell by the
way they were struggling that the dildos were heavy.
I was a little confused by why they would carry such blatantly
sexual weights until I saw the most amazing feat. As a group,
all of the women shoved their dildos into themselves
simultaneously! Before my dropping jaws, the women moved in
tandem as they stroked themselves ten times, even going as far as
counting out! Their routine then continued, making the nearly
nude women dance and stretch in the most sexual of positions.
After I saw them use their 'weights', I began to recognize
something in their moves. Each one of their moves was a
simulation of sex. Their push-ups involved too much hip
movement. Their squats involved humping. Arm curls with their
weights required them to deep throat their weights with each
curl. It was like watching a dozen women fuck themselves in
synch. My heart was racing and my eyes were glued to the
performance before me.
"Is this your cabin boy?" I heard someone ask Captain Drake.
Startled, I turned to look at the woman who had come up to us. I
had completely missed seeing her when she approached. Once I saw
her I wondered how I had ever missed her.
Her skin was very dark and sultry, as only a Hispanic beauty
can possess. Shoulder length black hair framed a face that was
a perfect oval. My attention was drawn to her body as she was
nearly six feet tall and apparently all muscle. Although her
arms and thighs were very large from her muscular development, I
noted that there was still softness to her body that I hadn't
seen on most women body builders. She had none of the hard edges
or over-development that usually makes bodybuilding look so ugly
in women. Her stomach was as flat as a teenager's and her
breasts were as large as a porn star's. I had never seen a woman
before who looked so completely healthy.
Of course she was wearing the same lack of clothing as everyone
else on board this ship. A white sports bra contained her
enormous breasts, but her sweat had made the bra almost
completely transparent. She didn't wear panties or even shorts
on her bottom. In fact, the only other clothing she wore was
tennis shoes. From my vantage point I saw that her pubic region
was bare of any hair and it was all I could do to not stare at
her lovely pussy, glistening with sweat and perhaps something
else.
"This is my cabin boy, William," Captain Drake said. "William,
this is my fitness director, Second Mate Teresa Gonzales. She's
in charge of making sure every member of my crew is in the best
shape possible. You'll be spending three days a week with her."
Damn I love my job! I get to spend three days a week with this
gorgeous Amazon?
Teresa patted my belly and shook her head in disgust. "Three
days might not be enough," she said with a trace of an accent.
"Look at these arms! Are you sure training this one will be
worth the trouble?"
Captain Drake grabbed my sore penis and gave me a jerk that
embarrassed me deeply in front of this woman. "True, he may not
look like much right now," Captain Drake said. I felt the heat
rush to my face as I blushed. "But he performed more than
adequately earlier."
Second Mate Teresa snorted. "If you say so. I'm just sorry
you picked such an unfit specimen. It's not going to be any fun
rewarding him for his progress." With that final insult she
walked off and I stood there stuttering as I tried to think of a
comeback. Captain Drake of course just thought this was funny.
"What did she mean by rewarding?" I asked when we left thegym.
"I allow my Second Mate to engage in any sex act she feels
would reward someone who has performed their exercises. She's
the only one allowed to have sex with you, but only under certain
conditions. Don't get any ideas," she warned.
From there we went above deck and straight into the bridge
section. Captain Drake pointed out the various stations that
monitored and regulated the running of the ship but I didn't pay
much attention. My Captain was a beautiful woman, but once she
started talking about the ship's controls she became as bad as a
man talking about his favorite cars. It was kind of amusing to
see this strong woman babble endlessly about her ship. Even
though she could buy five of these ships if she wanted to, she
had a possessive pride about this particular ship.
I simply nodded at the appropriate times letting Captain Drake
show off her ship. It was difficult to follow what she said when
her half naked crew was at every workstation. Once we were in
the steering room I saw the brunette who had directed me to the
Doctor's office the other day. She still very imposing, and
very, very sexy. Her shorts were torn on several places around
her buttocks, and her hair was drawn back into a ponytail, but I
recognized her all the same. To my dread, Captain Drake walked
straight to the woman who terrified me so much yesterday.
"First Mate Vogel, report," my captain demanded.
"Smooth sailing, Captain," she responded. "We're making good
progress and all stations report that the crew is performing
excellently for our first day out."
"Wonderful," Captain Drake said. "This is my cabin boy,
William. Please keep an eye out for him, and report anyone who
may try to seduce him. William, this is my First Mate and
second-in-command, Tracy Vogel. Tracy and Teresa are the only
ones who have the authority besides myself to give you orders."
"Why are you smiling?" First Mate Vogel said.
Like an idiot, I answered truthfully. "Because you scared me
so much yesterday that I wouldn't have figured you for having
such a harmless name like Tracy. I would have guessed Helga, or
Lilith. Tracy sounds like a someone I might have went to school
with."
The two ladies were silent for a moment and then Tracy asked
"May I?"
"Certainly," Captain Drake answered with sweetness to hertone.
"Turn around and grab your ankles," First Mate Vogel ordered.
Stunned, I looked to my captain but she merely twirled her
fingers for me to obey.
Kicking myself for insulting such an important woman, I did as
she commanded. I felt her hand at my waist and then I felt her
other hand as she spanked my bare ass! I cried out at the
painful slap, but I held my ankles. She spanked me again and
again. Five times she spanked me on my ass while the rest of the
crew watched. The pain was intense but it didn't compare to the
humiliation I felt at being punished in front of the crew. It
felt as if the heat on my ass couldn't compare to the heat that
was rising on my face. Even when I closed my eyes, I could hear
the giggles of the crew mixed in with catcalls.
I felt a tugging on my ear, and I was pulled up to a standing
position. Still holding on to my ear First Mate Tracy growled in
my ear. "You will treat me with respect and a little bit of
fear! Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am!" I snapped. The crew laughed louder.
"Come with me onto the deck, William. I think you have amused
the crew long enough," Captain Drake said. I almost thanked her
for the opportunity to run away but I held my tongue. The First
Mate simply smiled at me as I left. I made a mental note to
avoid her this trip but I wasn't sure how I was going to be able
to do that.
My ass stung as the wind hit me. I swear I could feel every
handprint on my ass separately. The wind reminded me of my
disobedience and I could find no easy way to walk without causing
the wind to caress my welts. Captain Drake and I walked the bow
of the ship, and we stood there silently at the rail. The ocean
was truly beautiful. There was a sparkling quality to the water
and a stark loneliness that you just can't feel from the beach.
Captain Drake simply stood there with one leg up on the rail and
stared out at the ocean with her hands on her sword hilt and hip.
She didn't say a word. It looked as if she was posing for some
sort of dramatic painting. I have to admit that she never looked
more noble or regal than she did at that moment.
I quickly got bored. I mean, really, how long can you stare at
the ocean? Maybe if I had millions to squander like her I would
have things to think about. As it was my ass was still sore, the
wind was freezing my dick and the rise and fall of the bow was
making me a little seasick. Still standing by my Captain, I
turned my head and looked to see what the rest of the ship was
doing.
There were women cleaning of course, all of them supermodel
quality. I was glad I didn't have to clean as much as they do.
Some of them were using mops but most of them were on their hands
and knees. When I looked closer, I realized that most of them
weren't even on their hands. Their hands were bound behind their
back, and they were forced to hold her brushes in their teeth! I
shuddered as I realized how hard that must be on them as well as
understanding how sexy they looked with their asses high in the
air like that.
One in particular caught my eye, maybe because she appeared to
be taking a break. She had long blonde hair that was bound
tightly into a ponytail that nearly reached her ass. She was
kneeling upright, stretching back to work some kink out of her
back. This stretching was very sexy as it revealed her nice bare
tanned breasts in all their glory with her dark nipples pointing
towards the sky. Her shorts looked impossibly tight and to my
amusement, she reached with her hands behind her back and pulled
the shorts out of the crack of her ass.
I started to laugh quietly at this honest movement, and that's
when she returned from her stretch and looked right at me. Her
eyes got wide and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I
immediately started waving my hands at waist level, trying to
apologize from a distance of twenty feet away while not alerting
my Captain to what was happening.
"I'm sorry", I said quietly, hoping the blonde could read my
lips.
"That's ok," she lipped back to me, shaking as she started to
laugh.
She pointed at my ass and her face showed concern. "Ouch," she
worded from across the deck.
My hands rubbed my welts and I shrugged. "It's ok," I said,
and I meant it. Somehow her concern was a wonderful salve. On a
ship of loonies, it was a treat to meet someone in my position.
Even if she was across the deck.
We chatted like this for a few minutes. With simple pantomime,
I discovered her neck hurt, and she discovered that I was tired
of standing. She offered to switch positions with me and I mock
agreed. All in all, it was quite relaxing to do this simple
flirting. It was weird, me with my pants missing and her without
a top to cover her sweaty breasts but somehow she made me feel
relaxed. I wanted very badly to go introduce myself.
While I was engrossed in my long distance conversation, I
didn't notice Captain Drake turning around on me. I froze in
mid-mime, and half expected my captain to explode on me with some
new punishment. She leaned back on the rails and smiled at me.
I almost relaxed, but then I recognized the mischief that was in
her deep gray eyes.
"Why, William, it does look like you've made a friend to
replace the enemy you made in First Mate Vogel," she said. "In
fact it looks like she managed to put the edge back in your
saber."
She pointed down to my cock. To my surprise I saw she was
right. My poor, humiliated, exhausted cock was actually full
size again. I hadn't noticed it. I was too busy flirting with
the blonde. At first I was impressed with my recovery but then I
realized I might have just set myself up for more punishment. I
decided to say nothing.
"Well let's not be shy now," Captain Drake said. "You're
allowed to make friends. It would be impossible for you not to.
I'm just a little concerned about your ability to raise your
flag. I want to make sure she realizes the rule, that's all.
Let's go see who your friend is."
Captain Drake marched right over to the blonde. As fast as she
walked in her stiletto heels, I didn't trust her overture of
being friendly for one second. The girl rushed back to continue
scrubbing. She had the scrub brush firmly in her teeth and was
bent over on her knees when we reached her. The shorts were too
tight, as I could see the white of her panties sticking out from
the shorts riding up.
"What is your name, crewmember?" Captain Drake demanded,
planting her boot in front of the girl's face.
"My name is Leigh, Captain," she said. Wow, she was even
prettier up close.
"I remember you now, Leigh," Captain Drake said. "You were a
stripper I hired from an escort service. You were trying to earn
money through college, and I was your first female customer. You
were so cute, trying to dance when you obviously had never danced
for a woman before. This is your second day aboard, isn't it?"
"Yes, Captain," Leigh, answered.
"In case you weren't aware, this man here is my Cabin Boy,"
Captain Drake said. "Now I know you've been briefed about how
you are not allowed to have sexual contact with him, right?"
"Yes ma'am, but I was just talking to him. I didn't mean
anything by it," Leigh answered. My heart sank a little, and I
wasn't sure why. It was obvious she was trying to save herself
but it still bothered me that Leigh was blowing me off
completely.
"That's perfectly alright," Captain drake purred. "I just
realize that someone as pretty as you couldn't help attracting
the attention of a man. How about we reward your beauty with a
job more suited to you? William, explain to Leigh here what a
figurehead was for on the old sailing ships."
I didn't know why Captain Drake made such an unusual change of
topic, but if it would help Leigh, I was more than willing to
comply. While I explained, Captain Drake signaled something to
the bridge. I knew better than to ask what she was calling for.
"In the old days, sailing men were very superstitious," I
started. "They created statues that they thought would help ward
off things like bad storms, or outright shipwrecks. These
statues were in the shape of mermaids, or seahorses, or anything
else they thought might work. Figureheads were mounted onto the
bow of the ship, guiding the ship as they traveled the ocean.
Eventually these figureheads became more and more sophisticated,
and were used as status symbols. It's kind of like a hood
ornament. The better your figurehead, the more wealth you had to
show off."
I stopped talking as I saw a group of women dragging a large
statue up. Leigh and I just watched as the women propped the
statue up for Captain drake's inspection. It was the right
curving shape for a figurehead, but it was lacking any features
on the front. It was just blank.
"I thought figureheads were in the shape of something?" Leigh
asked.
"They are, which is where you come in, my pretty crewmember,"
Captain Drake said. She unfastened Leigh's hands. "Please strip
down to nothing, and quickly."
Leigh took a deep breath, and stood up. For both our sakes, I
looked out to the ocean while she stripped off her shorts. I
didn't want to see if her tan reached everywhere and I certainly
didn't want my cock growing any bigger than it was.
"You might as well watch, William," Captain drake ordered.
"This is the best part."
I looked, and I saw the two other crewmembers pick Leigh up by
the waist and carry her to the blank figurehead. No, her whole
body wasn't tanned. She possessed this super sexy small tan line
that was in the shape of a g-string and barely covered the space
of her small blonde bush. Wow, I guess natural blondes are
blonde all over.
The two women lifted Leigh up, and slid her foot down onto
separate sheathes. Her legs were spread apart just enough to be
comfortable and just enough to be expose her. They tightened the
leather sheaths with straps. Leigh was at an angle so she had to
lean on the girls for support. I was amazed at how this was done
without a single complaint from the women or Leigh.
Next they spread her arms out and strapped them to the
figurehead so that her wrists were level with her chest. This
forced her chest out greatly, drawing my attention to her nice
round breasts. Leigh cried out softly as they tied her roughly.
She struggled slightly but they had done their jobs well. She
could barely move and she was suspended on the figurehead at a
forty-five degree angle. Leigh looked to Captain Drake with a
question on her lips, but she didn't say a word. Since I got her
into this mess, I asked for her.
"So Leigh is going to be your figurehead?" I asked.
"For today at least," Captain Drake said as she stepped up to
Leigh. She reached out and cupped one of Leigh's breasts. I
think I might have moaned as Captain Drake squeezed her soft
globes.
"I am reasonable," Captain Drake said, to whom, I'm not sure.
"She'll get a break every two hours to use the bathroom and
stretch. She'll even get meal breaks. I just like having
beautiful women where they can serve the best function; like on
the front of my ship. This way she won't get into any trouble
either."
I had no idea Captain Drake could get this jealous. I guess I
should have guessed. I mean, here I am butt-naked on a ship full
of women serving as a cabin boy. That should have told me Drake
was a gold piece short of a doubloon. The worst was yet tocome.
"Since you are my figurehead for today, we have to make sure
you're in the proper mood," Captain Drake said. She reached
behind the figurehead and manipulated some switches.
Back on Leigh's side of the figurehead, a lot opened between
her legs. Out emerged a slim shape that reminded me innocently
enough of a banana. Leigh strained to look at the sounds that
were coming from so close to her pussy, but she couldn't see what
was happening. The plastic device kept rising, curving up
towards her open sex until it sank into her blonde fur. Leigh
squealed with shock at first but the squeal soon quieted to a low
moan as her sex was filled with the dildo.
Captain Drake was watching from Leigh's side as the dildo rose.
When she was satisfied with the depth the dildo had reached, she
flipped a switch. The white plastic phallus stopped rising and
immediately began moving. It would fold onto itself, shrinking
until it was almost out of her, and then it would quickly extend
back out. Leigh cried out the first time the dildo re-entered
her and I watched as her eyes grew large in shock. Her cries
continued as the dildo repeated its movements, impaling her bound
body continuously.
Captain Drake leaned down and sucked one of Leigh's nipples
into her mouth. Not a word was said as I watched the Captain
suck and knead Leigh's full breasts. Leigh was helpless on the
figurehead but I noticed she didn't protest either. The breast
Drake wasn't sucking on was bouncing from the powerful thrusts of
the dildo. Leigh bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut,
perhaps trying to block out the fact that her boss was sucking
her nipples while three other people were watching her get
mercilessly fucked. The dildo was relentless, moving between her
tanned legs and constantly pumping her blonde pussy. I couldn't
decide what made me more jealous- Captain Drake sucking on her
Leigh's lovely tit, or the dildo for fucking that pretty blonde!
"Would you like to come over here and suck on her other tit, my
cabin boy?" Captain Drake asked. When she lifted her head I
could see that Leigh's nipple was shiny from Drake's sucking.
"Only if you allow it, Captain," I answered. My cock was at
full attention now and throbbing in the afternoon breeze.
"That's a very accurate answer, cabin boy," Captain Drake
said. "In fact, it pleases me NOT for you touch this wench.
Stand over there and watch your captain plunder this slut."
Bound only by my Captain's orders I watched as Leigh's dildo
fucked her. Crucified on the figurehead, Leigh could barely move
as the dildo plunged over and over into her body. She struggled
constantly, although I couldn't tell if it was from the dildo or
Drake's constant breast sucking. I was amazed by how quickly she
gave in to her lusts. Even bound she managed to undulate her
hips, trying to get the dildo deeper inside her. I heard slight
buzzing noises when the wind died, and I realized that the dildo
must have been vibrating inside her as well. My cock throbbed as
I thought of how wet her pussy must be with the hard thrusting
she was receiving.
"Oh no, oh no," Leigh protested loudly. Captain Drake, with
Leigh's nipple still in her mouth, turned to look at me. Her
gray eyes were bright with mischief as she watched my obvious
jealousy. Her crew simply laughed and watched.
"Oh, oh, oh," Leigh moaned, faster now. Her breasts were
heaving from her heavy breathing and her free nipples were hard,
dark points against her tanned breast. Muscles stood out on her
legs as she strained to move. She began to toss her head,
sending her blonde ponytail flying as her emotions overcame her.
"Oh YES!" she screamed, baring her teeth in a primal display of
enjoyment. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped.
"There, that's the proper attitude for a slut aboard my ship,"
Captain Drake said. She reached behind the figurehead and shut
the device down. "Don't worry dear, I've set it on a timer.
Every twenty minutes, it'll fuck you good for ten minutes.
That'll help keep your cheeks rosy."
Leigh blushed as Captain Drake casually discussed the ordeal
she had to face. Captain Drake wasn't through with her yet. To
Leigh's horror, Captain Drake reached down and wiped her finger
up Leigh's wet pussy. Her gloved finger glistening with Leigh's
arousal Captain Drake smiled as she popped the finger right into
her mouth.
"Mmmm," Captain Drake said without a trace of shame. "I can't
wait to taste some of this honey later," she said to the
scandalized Leigh. Leigh's face was such a deep crimson; even
her tanned face couldn't hide her embarrassment at thesituation.
"Place her at the designated point, so that she may bless our
journey with her slutty ways," my Captain ordered. "As for you
William, you've seen enough of the ship for one afternoon.
Return to my cabin and begin on your chores, right away."
I wanted to say something to Leigh, but with Captain Drake
standing there, I knew better. Already members of the crew were
operating a crane positioning Leigh in her job for the day. I
shuddered to think of how lonely she was going to be tied up
alone on the front of the ship all day. Keeping her fate in
mind, I hurried to Drake's cabin because I didn't want to earn a
similar fate myself.
The rest of the day was spent cleaning Drake's hundreds of
chains. Meals were served directly to me in Drake's cabin. When
Captain Drake did show up that night, she had two full-bodied
blondes with her. The Captain wasted no time in banishing me to
my cabin for the rest of the night while she played with her
loyal crew. I stayed up for two hours, hoping the Captain needed
my particular anatomical skills, but the request never came.
So that is how I spent my second night aboard the Saucy Wench.
While the sounds of three women next door having loud sex, I
tried to get some sleep for the trials I might face the next day.
My dreams were filled with nude bodies and taunting smiles.
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