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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 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. Even bigger thanks to Alicia who thought it was quite
good and gave it one last edit. 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 14
By Shon Richards
I slept deeply that night. The fruity punch I consumed by the mug last
night had delivered the knock-out blow to a day spent chasing and fighting naked
women. I don't recall actually making it back to my cabin, though I do have
vague memories of Drake ordering people to carry me. For that matter, I had all
sorts of memories of Drake giving orders, and of the lewd debaucheries she
organized last night. My dreams had been pleasant and chaotic.
My awakening was brutal and shocking. I woke to falling from my hammock,
the dark floor of the ship rushing up to meet my face. The wind was knocked out
of me, and as I struggled to gain my breath, a knee was pressed into my back.
My hands were pulled behind by arms too powerfully to fight if I did have my
breath. Handcuffs were slapped on my wrists, and a hand tugged on my hair,
forcing me to rise. I tried to stand, but my knees were kicked hard, and I
dropped to my knees.
"What the fuck is going on?" I yelled.
"It's a mutiny, dumb-ass," I heard from in front of me.
The lights were flipped cruelly on, and I shut my eyes to avoid the glare.
When I was able to open my eyes, the first thing I saw was the red leather
boots. They were similar to the thigh-highs Drake always wore, but these were
lined with small shiny silver studs. Bare, tanned legs led up from the tops of
the boots, joining together at bare hips. A tiny, red thong covered her sex;
the material so tight, I could see the outline of her pubic region. A red
leather corset covered her torso, clinging to her curves like a second skin.
Her cleavage spilled over the buckles that could barely constrain her breasts.
Long brown hair was hanging free around her face, long curls that suggested
class and at the same time, a wild spirit. It was the heartless smile that
caught my breath though. It was First Mate Vogel!
"Are you crazy! We're days away from port!" I snapped. Being bound and
jumped early in the morning had given me more courage than I would have
imagined.
"Shut up, William," the person behind me said. I turned and saw Second
Mate Gonzales!
Vogel laughed at the look on my face. "Drake was foolish to think we
would wait until we were close to port to mutiny. She has been pissing off the
crew every waking moment since this voyage began. All the women on the ship
have had it with this stupid pirate theme, and with Drake raping women at
random. This isn't a mutiny to win her million dollar prize, this is a mutiny
to be free of having an insane woman running the show."
"Raping? Latesha seemed to have a damn good time last night," I laughed.
"Once Drake brought out the dildos, Latesha didn't want her 'ordeal' to end."
"Oh, she might have had fun," Vogel said with a sneer. "But the rest of
the crew had to do the endless chores of keeping this ship running. Also,
everyone saw what she did to Theresa when she surrendered, stabbing her in the
back just because she could. No, the crew is well aware of the risks they run
with Drake, and they know how rare it is to get on her good side. Drake made it
easy for me to lead a mutiny. The women will gladly accept my leadership just
to have some stability. If Drake backstabs her Second Mate, what can the common
crewwoman expect?"
My blood ran cold as I considered the truth of what she said. My loyalty
to Drake was still solid and I felt I had to be defiant for her sake.
"You'll have to capture Drake first," I said proudly.
"We already have," Vogel said sweetly. "Gonzales, myself and a few
selected crewwomen broke into her quarters her an hour after she retired. She
was slightly drunk, and very tired from her deck orgy. We bound her up, and
have already placed her in the brig under a constant guard. The crew doesn't
even know she's been captured yet. Once they find out that she's been disposed,
I'm sure they'll be relieved to know that insane woman is safely locked away."
Gonzales' grip was tight around my shoulders, but I ignored her as I
lifted my head proudly. It wasn't easy. Vogel looked extremely sexy in her
outfit, as well as supremely confident. Still, I couldn't fail my Captain by
submitting so easily.
"I think you'll be disappointed," I said bravely. Once they hear you've
imprisoned the Captain, the crew will rise up. They've seen how generous she
can be. I'm sure they'll want a chance to get on her good side."
"You're smarter than your average boytoy, cabin boy," Vogel acknowledged.
"That's exactly why we've got you in this position now. It's no secret that
you're the Captain's favorite; what you decide to do in this mutiny will
influence the crew."
"What do you mean?" I demanded.
"If you are against my taking over, then you'll join Drake in the brig,"
Vogel threatened. "You can eat bread and water, just like the Captain will eat.
You can count on being in separate cells, with nothing to entertain you except
maybe counting the hours go by. Granted, having the only man on board in a cell
might be tempting for the crew, but I'll make sure no one gets a chance to spend
any time with you."
Vogel then hunched down on her long legs, and was face to face with me.
Damn, her scarlet lipstick was sexy. I wanted to hate her, but I just couldn't
stop thinking about her heaving bosom, ready to fall out of her corset.
"Your other option is much more pleasant," Vogel continued, with a softer
voice. Was the Ice Queen trying to seduce me? "If you decide to throw in with
my mutiny, the other women will take your submission as proof that Drake is
crazy. If her most trusted crewmember helps overthrow her, then maybe the
Captain is crazier than even they guessed. Your allegiance to me will be the
final proof that the crew needs."
"You'll have your freedom about the ship," Vogel continued. "You'll also
resume your duties, except this time, you'll be serving me. Drake was right
about one thing. Having possession of the only man on board is a tremendous
symbol of power. If I don't miss my guess, you wouldn't mind being my cabin
boy, would you?"
I struggled with myself. My cock was hard and eager, slowly growing as
Vogel talked of making me hers. However, I couldn't betray my Captain either.
Yes, I thought Drake was crazy too, but she held a special power over me. No
other woman had ever used me like she did, and no other woman made being used so
much fun. My thoughts raced as I tried to sort my feelings. I despised Vogel,
but a plan came to mind that would help Drake.
"I'll be your cabin boy on one condition," I said, but then I was choked
off as Gonzales squeezed hard on my shoulders.
"You don't get to make conditions in a mutiny!" Gonzales snarled. It's
funny. They hated the pirate theme, but they were still using the same terms and
rules.
"Let him speak," Vogel said. Her hand went to my chest, and started
tracing circles around my nipples. I shivered.
"I want you to go easy on Drake while she's imprisoned," I said. "Serve
her good food, and make sure she has books to read. Even give her paper to
write on, so she won't go nuts with boredom. Hell, for that matter, give her at
least one vibrator."
Vogel's hand stopped circling my nipple, and instead grabbed a handful of
my nipple. I cried out, but Gonzales' powerful arms prevented me from
struggling. Vogel never lost her sweet smile, which made me think she was as
crazy as Drake.
"Being imprisoned in comfort isn't exactly what the pirates would do, is
it?" Vogel said. "Won't she protest?"
I winced as Vogel continued to twist my nipple. "Yeah, but I thought you
said you were sick of playing pirate games. This way, you show her that you're
more civilized than her. The crew will know she's being treated nicely, and
that'll help prevent anyone from feeling sorry for her. Also, in the days of
pirates, famous pirate Captains were treated nicely because you could never tell
what would happen when they went to trial. Henry Morgan was pardoned, and given
a fucking island to govern. The Navy treated pirate Captains nicely just in
case that one day the Captain might be their boss."
The nipple twisting abated. "Really?" Vogel asked.
Ha! Not everyone on this ship is a pirate expert, so I continued to lie.
"Oh sure. It was accepted that if a Captain was comfortable while a prisoner,
he wouldn't seek any sort of revenge on his captors. Eventually, you'll have to
let Drake go. If you treat her well, then she won't exact any nasty punishments
on the women who do stay on board after she's released."
Vogel thought about it, and I tried to keep a straight face. Everything I
had just said was a lie and I was sure that the punishment would be swift and
harsh if Vogel found out. It was worth it though if it stood a chance of making
Drake's captivity any easier. I couldn't imagine how stir-crazy the dynamic
woman would be after one day of nothing to do. I should know; I remember all
too well how bored I was when I spent half a day bound for a punishment I didn't
deserve.
"It's a deal," Vogel said finally. She held her hand up to stop
Gonzales's protest. "Don't argue Theresa, it's something we should have done
anyway. It shows we are humane, and much kinder than Drake would ever be. Take
the cuffs off, but don't let him stand. Let's move to Drake's quarters. We're
going to have visitors."
Since they weren't letting me get up, I had to crawl through the adjoining
door into Drake's empty cabin. Vogel immediately went to Drake's chair, the one
made of solid oak that most resembled a throne. I choked down a protest. It
galled me to see Vogel just sit so comfortably in my Captain's quarters, but I
knew I had to keep silent. I had to play as submissive as possible, not just to
save my hide, but also to make the Captain's imprisonment easier.
"Over here, cabin boy," Vogel called, pointing to the ground in front of
her. I crawled across the floor, my face red as I took my place. She wanted me
to stay there, on my hands and knees in front of her. Vogel leaned down and
clutched my balls in an iron grip. To my shame, my cock grew at such rough
treatment. That's when she made a final offer before the others came in.
"Prove to my fellow officers that you are on my side, and I'll give you a
fucking you won't soon forget," she whispered in my ear. She squeezed my balls
once more as I shivered to her promise.
The door opened, and in walked Dr. Allston and Chef Gibson. Gibson's jaw
dropped as she saw me there, and Dr. Allston gave me a frown that spoke loudly
of her disappointment in me. Teresa was simply smug, and took great pleasure in
how uncomfortable the other ladies were. Gibson and Allston's eyes kept
wandering to my cock and I was humiliated by how erect I was. It proved that no
matter what I might say to excuse myself, I was turned on by my new position
with Vogel.
"Do you want us to bow, curtsey, or just salute you?" the beautiful and
brave Dr. Allston asked.
Vogel just settled back in her chair, and placed her feet on top of my
back. The touch of her leather boots on my skin actually made my body tingle.
I couldn't help thinking of about how nice those boots would feel wrapped around
me.
"There is no need to get bitchy, Doctor," Vogel said. "I'm just trying to
bring a little sanity back to the ship before somebody gets hurt."
"You just want a chance at the million dollars," Gibson snapped. "That's
never going to happen when every woman on this ship will try to bust Drake out."
"I don't think so," Vogel replied calmly. "I've declared a free day for
today, as well as opened up the liquor supplies. The ship only really needs
half a dozen people to keep it running, so why make everyone else work? The
girls have been working non-stop for the past week. Tell me honestly, what do
you think they'll be more worried about, sunbathing and relaxing or who is in
charge?"
The doctor and the chef were quiet, and I sighed as I realized that Vogel
was right. The ebony doctor was ready to give up though. I really admired her,
and wished I could have been more supportive rather than kneeling as a footrest
for Vogel.
"But they have to keep working, or else the crew will get bored and
restless," Dr. Allston protested.
"The crew will get restless, but only after they recover from the
exhaustion that Drake gave them. I also expect that most of them have never
been on a cruise, and will want to kill a few days just doing nothing. If they
do get restless before we get to port, then we'll sail that ocean when we get to
it," Vogel said.
I chuckled briefly at that last comment. It sounded like something Drake
would say! I realized my mistake as soon as I laughed, for the room got quiet.
I bit my tongue, praying that this didn't ruin my chances of getting laid with
Vogel. Luckily, Gibson broke the tension for me.
"And what's with you abusing poor William like this?" Gibson protested.
"He hasn't done anything that Drake didn't tell him to. You don't have to abuse
him like that."
"The cabin boy is mine," Vogel said casually, as if they were discussing a
possession she didn't care for. "He's mine simply because I want him. Besides,
he agrees with what I have done, don't you boy?"
"Yes, Captain," I said, my cheeks burning with shame. I hated to say
this, but I knew it was what I had to do in order to help Drake. "The Captain
was crazy. This way we can all enjoy some peace and quiet until we get to port.
Please just go along with Vogel. You know we're playing exactly by the rules
Drake set."
"I had no idea you were such a slut," Dr. Allston said, and I knew it was
true as soon as she said it. I was so turned on, that even her calling me a
slut was arousing. My cock was quivering with barely contained excitement.
"Don't be so hard on him," Vogel laughed. "He's just following his cock."
"What I need to know right now is, are you with me, or are you going to be
sharing cells in the brig with Drake?"
"You need us," Gibson said, losing a bit of her confidence in her voice.
"Yes, I do need the ship's doctor and the ship's cook," Vogel conceded.
"But I need traitors even less. It wouldn't be too hard to replace you Gibson.
We just won't be having any gourmet meals. As for the doctor, I know that even
if we lock you up, you'll be bound by your Hippocratic oath to tend to anyone
who gets injured. We could keep you in the brig, and just bring you out
whenever we needed your services."
"What will it be?" Gonzales barked. For a fitness instructor, she wasn't
real good with handling stressful situations. "Are you going to behave, or are
we putting you in the brig?"
The dark doctor and the voluptuous chef looked at each other, and then
they both looked down on me. I felt ashamed again as I realized how important
my visible submission was to their decision making. I thought making some sort
of a sign, anything that would let them know I was still loyal to my Captain,
but I was too afraid of Vogel even to try. Even more shamefully, I was afraid
of endangering my chances of getting that fucking that Vogel promised me.
"Since you have Gonzales' muscle and the cooperation of the crew, I don't
see how I can adequately stop you," the intelligent doctor admitted. "Promise
me that you won't harm Drake, or any of the crew, and I won't oppose you.
You'll also have to release Drake as soon as we get into port in accordance to
her rules. If you keep her prisoner after we reach port, then you'll be
crossing the line into kidnapping."
"It's a deal," Vogel said. "As long as you two don't try anything, you're
free to do as you wish. Now go, please. I intend to fuck my new cabin boy
now."
My heart pounded at her words, while at the same time, my face flushed
again at how brazen she was with flaunting my sexuality with these ladies I
respected. The normally cheerful chef gave me one last look of disgust before
she left, while the beautiful black doctor looked at me rather intensely before
she exited. I had the uncomfortable feeling that she saw right through me, and
knew me for the sick deviant that I was.
"You can go too, Gonzales," Vogel said, waving her out.
"Me? But I thought we had some more plans to work out?" Gonzales
protested.
"They can wait," Vogel said. "I need you to tell the crew about who is in
charge, as well as explain how much of a great day they have in store for them.
Besides, I wasn't kidding when I said I intended to fuck William here."
Gonzales gave me the dirtiest look of all, one that had far more venom in
it than anything Allston or Gibson gave me. An inspiration hit me that maybe
Gonzales had reasons for supporting Vogel that went beyond mere leadership. I
realized that a muscular lesbian who could kick my ass now considered me
competition for her girl. I was not looking forward to my next workout session
with her.
When she left, slamming the door hard behind her, Vogel moved her boots
from my back, and kneeled down beside me. She said nothing, and I knew better
than to say anything as well. Her hand moved to my back, and slowly stroked
down to my ass. My arms shook with excitement. Vogel still didn't say anything
as her hand moved up and down my back, occasionally stroking my buttocks.
Finally, when she cupped my ass and squeezed, a moan escaped from my lips.
God, I hated her but at the same time I wanted her so fucking bad!
"Why did you laugh when I was trying to impress them?" Vogel asked with a
cold voice.
"I'm sorry," I said miserably. "It's just that you sounded like Drake
when you mentioned 'crossing that ocean when we get to it.' I know how much you
hate the pirate theme, yet you did it without thinking."
"You almost cost me their allegiance," Vogel said harshly. "I don't give
a fuck what you thought was funny. In the future, you will serve me without
embarrassing me."
"Yes, ma'am," I said. Then I cried out as I felt her hand land hard on my
ass.
"Call me, Captain, boy!" Vogel snarled. "I'm the Captain now, and don't
you ever forget it!"
"Yes Captain!" I cried, but still she spanked me again. This time, she
caught both of my cheeks with her hand.
Vogel then grabbed my hair roughly, forcing me to tilt my head back, but
she wouldn't allow me to move from my kneeling position. With her other hand,
she spanked me rapidly. All over my ass, she spanked, with a fury and cruelty
that I never experienced from Drake. I cried out loudly with each blow,
partially from the pain and partially from the sheer humiliation of being
spanked like this. It was not the usual ritualistic spanking I would get from
Drake. No, this was the primal, angry spanking you would get when you were a
kid. Vogel was breaking Drake's rule about spanking when angry, and I was too
terrified to say anything in my defense.
She held me there for what seemed like years. I don't know how she could
keep spanking me with her bare hand, for my ass was burning after just a few
minutes. I kept shifting my knees, trying to move away from Vogel, but then she
would just twist my hair until I relented and kept still. From the top of my
thighs to the top of my buttocks, Vogel covered my ass with hot hand prints from
her spanking. It wasn't long before I was whimpering for her to stop, as the
pain pushed my senses into a delirium.
"Have you learned your lesson?" Vogel demanded.
"Yes! Yes, Captain!" I cried.
I must have sounded sincere, because she released her grip on my hair.
Vogel stood up, and walked past me. As she walked by, I smelled the over-
powering aroma of her sex! It was unmistakable, pungent and tangy at the same
time. It was undoubtedly her own arousal I was smelling. The pain of my welts
was intense, but I ignored it as I breathed deeply of her undeniable arousal.
Somehow, I felt pride, even if all I did was take her spanking. I was proud
because it was me that caused that arousal.
"Sit here," Vogel commanded, pointing to a chair I knew too well. I
couldn't afford to hesitate, so I crawled over to the chair. Vogel patted the
hard oak seat, and I knew I had no choice. I rose, and sat down on the chair as
commanded. The welts on my ass came alive as I sat down, and I nearly shrieked
like a girl as I settled into the seat.
Vogel worked quickly over the bondage gear attached to the chair. My
wrists were constrained by the handcuffs on the arms of the chair. A belt was
tied around my waist, as well as straps around my ankles. Vogel even buckled
the leather bands that went around my thighs and elbows. Finally, she used the
wide leather collar that came with the chair, tightening it around my neck so
that my head was forced to look straight ahead and my back was required to sit
straight up. When she was done, I couldn't move an inch of my body. I couldn't
even lift my ass up so that the cold wood wouldn't press into my fresh stripes.
"I promised you a fucking, cabin boy, and you're going to receive your
award," Vogel said but without her usual cruel tone. This time there was a
breathless quality in her voice. Her magnificent breasts were heaving as she
rapidly stripped off her red thong, and I could swear her lips were quivering.
Damn! She was more turned on by that spanking than I was!
The brutal brunette reached behind me and pressed a button on the chair.
I screamed in panic as the back of the chair swung back, taking my bound neck
with it! The chair folded back at a forty-five degree angle and stopped, much
like a folding lawn chair would. As I started to laugh with relief, Vogel was
already straddling my half-reclined body. Her long, red leather boots threaded
through the space under the arms of the chair, and her tantalizing sex was
hanging above my cock.
The damn collar prevented me from tilting my head down, but I could see
Vogel's sex if I strained my eyes. Her pubic region was completely bare of any
hair, and as tanned as the rest of her. What was amazing, was how engorged her
clit was. Her clit was large and shiny with moisture, betraying just how badly
Vogel wanted this union to take place. As I watched, a single drop of juice
fell from Vogel's pussy, striking me right on the tip of my cock.
"Don't you dare cum in my pussy," Vogel commanded. She reached down, and
grabbed my cock, pointing me up towards her wet sex. I could only moan
incoherently to her commands. My body was too tense to allow me to think of a
response. Without further instructions, Vogel lowered herself onto my cock, our
sexes merging like a sword entering its sheath. We both cried out as my hard
cock penetrated her tight, wet pussy. As she lowered herself inch by inch, I
realized just how well the chair held me down. I couldn't touch her, or even
thrust up in order to make our joining any faster. Ever so slowly, she allowed
her pussy to encompass my cock, leisurely enjoying every inch of me that entered
into her.
When her pussy did settle completely on my cock, and her clit was rubbing
lewdly on my pubic hair, my sore ass felt the complete weight of her body. I
uttered a long moan, but of pain or pleasure I couldn't tell. I knew in that
moment that I was as much as a slut as I had been accused. No matter what
humiliation or pain I always endure, it never seems to matter if it's done by a
sexy woman. As Vogel ground me deeper into her pussy, I knew that I would
forgive her any hardship just to be in this position again. It was different
from what I felt for Drake; with her, it was a love and trust that she would
always get me off in the best ways possible. With Vogel, I just knew I had to
suffer in order to be worthy of being fucked. I'm not sure which bothered me
more.
Once Vogel was firmly settled with my cock in her, she reached up and
grabbed my hair with both hands. Her corset pressed roughly against my chest,
and I couldn't help think of her lovely breasts being separated from me by just
a thin layer of leather and buckles. The lovely brunette's hair hung down on my
chest, while her mouth was just inches away from mine. I could feel every
breath as she exhaled; every blast of air as she moaned.
With a growl, Vogel began to bounce fiercely on my cock. Each time her
pussy slammed down on my cock, the shocks would force my ass painfully down onto
the chair. I didn't care a single bit. I just growled with pleasure as well,
for Vogel's bare pussy stayed tight around me, clenching me in a grip that was
pure pleasure. I squinted as hard as I could to watch Vogel's cleavage bounce
inside her corset, praying that those large, tanned breasts of hers would pop
free. As for Vogel, her own eyes were clenched as she fucked me faster and
faster. I kept straining against my bindings, trying to meet her with each
thrust, but the damn chair held me perfectly still. I couldn't thrust a single
inch as Vogel fucked herself to her first orgasm.
The scream Vogel let out was loud, long and very sexy. It was a torrid
scream, jagged with the various ebbs of a good orgasm. I watched her as she
climaxed, enjoying the way her mouth opened seductively as she bellowed. I
loved the ways her eyes clenched, like what she was experiencing was too intense
to watch herself.
"More," she moaned, and I bit back a laugh. Damn! She was more of a slut
than I was!
I tried to do as she said, but the damn chair prevented me from moving.
Vogel leaned up on my cock, and unbuckled the front of her corset in a frenzy to
strip. Within seconds, her tanned breasts were free, yet still too far from my
reach! Thankfully, my vicious new Captain realized this, and unfastened the
collar around my neck. As soon as my head could move again, Vogel was pulling
my hair, forcing my head down while at the same time, she was lifting her breast
to my mouth.
Once her nipple was in my mouth, Vogel began fucking me hard again. I was
still restrained, but at least now my lips could fasten around one of her salty
nipples. After the first time her nipple popped free of my mouth, I started
using my teeth to hold it in place. Tracy didn't seem to mind at all, she just
kept my head at her nipple and fucked my helpless body even faster. Her body
was humping me so fast, her breast kept smashing into my face, smothering me
happily.
Again, Tracy came with a powerful scream to celebrate her climax. Her
pussy clenched me sporadically, and I almost climaxed right there. The pain of
the spanking was almost gone now, as my body had too many distractions to occupy
itself with something as mundane as welts.
"I'm going to cum," I warned.
Vogel pulled herself up, her delicious breasts moving sadly away from my
mouth. Her pussy never let go of my cock as she moved into a sitting position.
It was getting harder than ever to not climax with this beautiful, tanned woman
grinding on my cock.
"I warned you not to cum in me," Vogel snarled. Just like that, the slut
in heat was gone and the super-bitch was back. Or was she? Vogel still hadn't
stopped rubbing herself on my cock.
"I can't help it," I groaned. It felt like she was purposefully
tightening her pussy around my cock. I struggled with my wrist cuffs, I knew
that pushing her off of me was the only way I was going to stop myself from
cumming in her.
"You will help it!" Vogel snapped. She pulled on her taunt nipples as she
continued to ride me. "You will NOT cum in me, understand!"
That was it for my self-control. Watching Tracy as she pulled her tits
out was the final icing to the cake she was baking with her constant hip motion.
It was bizarre to climax without being able to move my body, my body just tensed
up and my cock just exploded within Vogel's sex. It was one long shuddering
eruption as I shot my cum into her.
After my orgasm was complete, Vogel simply stood up, releasing my spent
cock from her pussy. "I told you not to cum in me!" she snapped.
I knew enough about Tracy's cruel side not to argue. "Sorry, Captain. I
was just too horny."
She used a towel to clean herself, wiping any trace of me off of her. It
took her half an hour to clean herself as well as she wished. The whole time
she cleaned herself, she kept giving me occasional dirty looks. I could tell by
the steel in her eyes that she had a proper punishment planned for me.
I was right, of course. After she cleaned herself, she released my bonds,
but forbade me to rise from the ground. I had to crawl around on my hands and
knees while she continued the task of making the ship hers. Vogel set down two
bowls; one of oatmeal, and one of water. I dreaded the implications of her
actions.
"There is your breakfast for today, Cabin Boy," Vogel declared as she
examined herself in the mirror. "You're free to eat as much as you want, as
long as you don't rise. I'll have to go on deck and assure the crew that I'm in
charge now. In the meantime, I want you to polish and prepare all of Drake's
toys. I plan to have a victory party tonight."
Yes, it was true. Captain Drake, the most sensual woman I have ever
fucked was a prisoner on her own ship, and I was still doing all the cleaning!
When Vogel left me alone for the day, and I started to eat my breakfast, a plan
began to form.
To be continued,
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