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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 18
By Shon Richards
I slept that night in the infirmary. Sleeping on an actual bed was nice,
but I missed the gentle swinging of my hammock. Every time the ship swayed, I
was afraid I would roll off the bed. It was a long night for me. If the
rocking of the ship wasn't keeping me awake, the thoughts of my beloved Captain
being imprisoned did.
"Wake up, William," Dr. Allston told me brusquely. "I told Vogel you had
a bad cramp in your leg, but that only bought you the night off."
I woke up quickly at the mention of the deadly Vogel. I woke up faster
looking at Dr. Allston. She was dressed in a white tank top and a pair of white
bikini bottoms, both of which barely covered any of her exquisite body. Her
breasts especially were spilling over the top of her shirt and my eyes were wide
open at the sight of those dark globes.
"Stop looking at me pervert and pay attention," Dr. Allston snapped, and I
blushed at how obvious I must have been. "Leigh tried to sneak into the brig
yesterday during the deck fight yesterday. She got caught by the guards who
were hiding."
"Shit!" I exclaimed, jumping out of bed. "Where is she now?"
"Vogel had her placed in the punishment room, and she kept her there
overnight," Dr. Allston explained. "She wanted to finish her fun last night,
and save Leigh for the morning. Vogel has requested that you attend her while
she punishes Leigh."
"Punish her?" I asked. "You mean she's not throwing her in the brig with
Drake?"
"That's what I thought too," the doctor agreed. "I think Vogel enjoys the
idea of punishing someone more than she wants to keep them from being a threat.
The important thing is, you have to be there to find out if Leigh betrays us.
If Leigh admits who she is working with, then we're in deep trouble."
I sprang out of bed and took the clothes Dr. Allston had brought for me.
"Leigh won't betray us," I said.
"She had better not," Dr. Allston said threateningly. If she does, I'll
claim you and her were the only ones working together. I'm not about to join
your conspiracy just to get thrown in the brig the next day."
I said nothing because I knew it was pointless to argue. I just got
dressed with the clothes she gave me. The doctor didn't bother to turn around,
and there was nowhere to change so I changed in front of her. I never got used
to getting dressed with women looking at me, and having the aloof black beauty
watching was as stressful as it could be. She looked at me in a way that made
me feel like I never measured up. The clothes didn't help my esteem; they
consisted of a tight pair of black briefs and a striped red and white t-shirt.
I looked like a pirate working at a male strip club.
Dr. Allston gave me an orange to eat on the way. The suspicious doctor
wanted me to get to Leigh as fast as possible to find out if we were discovered.
Walking through the ship, I was surprised how dirty the place was becoming
without proper discipline. Dirty panties were lying on the carpets, a beautiful
nude Asian woman was passed out in a doorway and empty beer bottles were
everywhere. The smell of sex and sweat permeated.
The sun was peeking in the tiny portholes of the punishment room when I
came in. Vogel was there, and she had turned off all of the electric lamps,
cloaking the place in a sinister darkness. I could barely make out Leigh's
body, huddled in the corner with her arms chained above her head.
"About time you came here," Vogel snarled. She walked over to me, and my
breath was taken by how stunning she looked today. The evil brunette was
wearing a blue and white ocean pattern on her skimpy bikini and a pair of
leather pants that clung to her curves. She had Drake's scabbard strapped to
her waist, and a blue bandana holding back her long brown hair. As much as
Vogel hated Drake's rules about the pirate clothing, it looked great on her.
"I'm still sore from yesterday," I argued, but I quit when I saw the cruel
set of Vogel's eyes. I held my head down and lowered my eyes. "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to complain, Captain."
"That's better," Vogel said. "I need your help with punishing your
girlfriend Leigh here. Drake had an interesting set of toys she never got to
use and I want to try it today. First, release the bitch and bring her over
here. She just had her bathroom break while you were coming so she should be
ready for today's games."
"Aye aye, Captain," I said, my cheeks burning at having to be part of
Leigh's torment today. I walked over to Leigh, and was relieved to see she
wasn't bound roughly. The lovely young woman was still in her white panties she
had on from yesterday, but she was topless. Her head was hanging down from the
shame of being caught, covering her face with her long blonde hair so that only
her magnificent breasts were visible from the waist up. I wished I could have
said something comforting, but it was impossible with Vogel so close.
I unfastened the clamps around Leigh's wrists, and very gently lifted her
up by the hands. Leigh rose up with her head still down and I led her over to
where Vogel was standing. Vogel was staring at us the entire time so I did my
best not to let my emotions show on my face. When Leigh reached Vogel, the
blonde wisely dropped to her knees without being told.
"Lift your head up traitor," Vogel snarled, slapping a flogger in her
hands.
Leigh lifted her head, and I could see the terror in her eyes.
"Why were you trying to free Drake?" Vogel asked. "Who were you working
with?"
"I wasn't working with anyone!" Leigh lied. "I hoped she would give me a
reward if I was the only one who freed her."
I nearly sighed in relief. Her story was not only a good one, but she
said it very convincingly. The slight tremor in her voice was perfect. I
wished I could hug her right there.
"You are aware of Drake's silly consent rule, aren't you?" Vogel asked.
"I'm not sure what you mean," Leigh answered with hesitation.
"Call me Captain when you address me!" Vogel snapped, stomping her foot
right between Leigh's knees. Vogel reached down and lifted Leigh's chin up to
face her. "The consent rule is simple. I can punish you as I wish, for as long
as I wish and you can stop it at any time by asking for mercy. The only catch
is, if you ask for mercy, then you'll spend the rest of the cruise in a cell
like Drake. You won't be let out until we reach port, and you'll never get to
see my cabin boy the entire time you're there. Understand?"
"Yes, Captain," Leigh answered. My heart sank. I feared for Leigh and
almost wished she would cry for mercy. Better she go into a cell than face
Vogel's cruel fury.
"Excellent. Cabin boy, hold this bitch's arms behind her back," Vogel
said with calmly.
As soon as I knelt and held Leigh's arms, Vogel stepped back and swung her
flogger. The cords lashed out and struck Leigh across her large breasts, right
on her nipples.
"No!" Leigh screamed, jumping from the impact. I held her arms tightly,
but only to prevent her from doing something stupid and getting up. That would
only anger the vicious Vogel even more.
"Don't worry, cunt," Vogel replied. "That lashing was only the beginning.
We have much more interesting things to do. William, stand her up and strip
her."
"Aye, aye, Captain," I said reluctantly. Gently I helped Leigh to her
feet, and I stood in front of her. I stood in front of her to shield her from
Vogel, if only for a few minutes. Red welts were visible on Leigh's large
breasts and I winced at their angry color. Briefly I looked Leigh in the eyes,
and I was surprised to see her wink at me. It made me feel better to know she
was enduring this with good spirits. I bent down and grabbed the waistline of
her panties, and pulled them down her tanned, shapely legs. Her tiny blonde
bush of hair was revealed, and I could smell arousal from it as I bent next to
her sex.
When I stood back up, Vogel was holding a strange looking belt. She
handed it to me, and I frowned at the wicked device that was on it. It was
shaped like a g-string, except it had a large vibrator pointing inward. Vogel
smiled at me as I looked at it.
"Put it on her, cabin boy, and no extra groping," Vogel laughed. "If I
see you touch her pussy, I'll give her an extra lashing."
"But I have to touch her pussy if I'm going to get this in her," I
protested. Vogel laughed, knowing full well it was impossible.
I turned to Leigh and whispered an apology. She merely winked again and
bit her lip as Vogel stepped behind her. I knelt down and Leigh stepped into
the nasty looking belt. Lifting the belt up her lovely legs, I was in very
close proximity to her sex. The vibrator looked intimidating as I pulled it up
her tanned thighs.
My hand shifted to the vibrator, and I tried pushing it into Leigh's sex.
Unfortunately, she was so nervous, her nether lips were clenched tight and they
wouldn't budge. After trying to push it in for a few minutes, I could feel the
heat rise to my face. Here was a girl I was smitten with, and I couldn't stick
a toy into her pussy. It was humiliating to keep failing, and worse, I knew I
would have to resort to using methods that would get her spanked.
Growling, I reached out and held Leigh's pussy open with one hand. All
three of us were surprised to hear Leigh utter a very loud long moan when I
touched her. With her pink lips open, I slammed the vibrator up into her as
quickly as possible. I was so nervous, I pushed too hard and nearly lifted the
tiny blonde by the crotch.
"Oh god!" Leigh cried out as the vibrator filled her pussy. "That felt -
Ouch!"
Vogel slapped Leigh's bare ass hard with the flogger, interrupting the
blonde's pleasures. She continued to flog the poor girl's ass while I quickly
tried to fasten the belt securely around Leigh's ass. Vogel's beautiful face
was contorted with anger as she rained the lashes all over Leigh's round ass.
Leigh danced her hips, but she never moved her feet against Vogel's commands.
When I finally got the belt fastened around Leigh's fit waist, she had tears
falling down her cheeks.
"The bitch enjoys her punishment too much," Vogel said, breathing hard.
Her bandana had come off and her rich brown hair was now falling around her
face. Even though I hated her for lashing Leigh, I couldn't help admire the way
Vogel's buxom chest was heaving from her rapid breathing.
"In the chest, is a long black rubber outfit," Vogel instructed. "Bring
it here." I rushed to the chest quickly, not wanting to leave Leigh alone for a
second. In the chest was a strange outfit, made of rubber just like she said.
It just looked like the outfit was pants, but there was no holes for the feet to
come out.
"How does the vibrator fit?" Vogel asked Leigh as she stroked the welts on
her ass.
"Very tight," Leigh said through clenched teeth. She was trying not to
cry out and show our bitch Captain any weakness.
"Good," Vogel said. "It's set on a special timer. Every five minutes,
it'll buzz for forty-five seconds. Just long enough to turn you on, but never
enough to get you off."
Leigh whimpered at the thought, but she refused to submit. I admired her
for her courage. I also was grateful, if she left to go into a cell, I wouldn't
have any one on board that I trusted.
"William, slip it over her legs," Vogel instructed when I brought the
outfit over.
"But there's no where for her feet to go, Captain," I said.
"Of course, stupid," Vogel said harshly. "That's the point of a mermaid's
outfit. Now put it on!"
I dropped to my knees, my mind reeling. A mermaid's outfit? That was
something I would expect out of Ashlyn Drake. It was such a bizarre idea. I was
excited to see how it worked even though it was at Leigh's expense. The rubber
had a zipper, so it was very wide at the top, and Leigh's feet stepped easily
inside it. Pulling the rubber outfit up over her legs was much more difficult.
The rubber was tight against her legs, and I had to pull and tug the slick
material every inch of the way. It was almost an enjoyable task, as it forced
me to constantly touch Leigh's body in order to get the rubber suit up. It's
just that with Vogel there, I felt guilty for helping her punish Leigh.
Finally I got the rubber outfit up to Leigh's waist and Vogel zipped it up
from the back. Standing back, I saw it really was shaped like a mermaid's
bottom half. Her legs were forced together to fit into a single sleeve. The
rubber clung to every curve of her lovely legs, appearing as a black skin that
shimmered in the dim light. The effect was the most impressive on her ass, as
the rubber was so tight, it clung to even the separation of her buttocks. Only
her sex was obscured, and that was because of the belt she was wearing.
We had to lay Leigh down on her back once we zipped her up. The rubber
was so tight, it forced her to point her feet down and that made it impossible
for her to stand. As we were laying her down, Leigh cried out unexpectedly.
Vogel only smiled as Leigh clenched her eyes and dropped her hands to her
crotch. The powerful vibrator had come on for the first time, and Leigh was
blown away by the intensity of the sensations. The blonde clutched at my arm as
she moaned in delight. Just as quickly as it began, the vibrations ended, and
Leigh whimpered as the pleasure in her pussy stopped cold.
"That is what you have to look forward to all day," Vogel sneered. "But
first, we have the rest of your costume to put on. Put your hands behind your
head."
Leigh did as she was commanded. With her arms behind her head, her
breasts were jutting straight up. I noticed her nipples were flushing a dark
red and were hard nubs adorning her massive breasts.
Vogel reached into the treasure chest and pulled out two items that looked
like the halves of a clam shell. The evil woman reached down and tugged on one
of Leigh's hard nipples. Leigh cried out and squirmed as Vogel pulled and
pinched the poor blonde's nipple. The way Leigh's legs squirmed while encased
in rubber was especially arousing. The shimmering rubber was sensual as it
hugged the curves that moved under the black skin.
When Vogel was satisfied that Leigh's nipple was hard enough, Vogel
flipped the clam shell over. Underneath was a rubber clamp with teeth the same
color as the mermaid skin. Vogel opened the clamp and snapped poor Leigh's
nipple between the tight teeth. Leigh inhaled in sharp discomfort as the clamp
held fast to her breast. It was amazing; the clam shell stuck to her breast
perfectly, looking like it was just hovering there. The effect was beautiful
yet gave no sign of the pain Leigh had to be experiencing.
Vogel applied the remaining shell to Leigh's other nipple once it was hard
enough for the teeth to grab onto. Leigh cried out as the clamp bit down hard
on her nipple. As much as I wished Leigh didn't have to suffer, I couldn't deny
how sexy the small clam shells looked on her round breasts. They floated over
her nipples, yet they didn't hide the size of her breasts at all. The shells
looked very much like what was on the covers of fantasy novels; Drake had done a
miracle in imagery once again.
"Now that we have our mermaid, we need to get her in water," Vogel
announced. "Cabin boy, pick up this slut and carry her. We need to go to the
recreation rooms."
Leigh was easy to pick up. I held her in my arms like a hero carrying his
bride, Leigh's arms wrapping around my neck. I was careful not to touch her
clamped tits, but her breasts were so large it was hard not to. A clam shell
pressed hard against my chest and the smile Leigh gave me told me she was
deliberately flirting with me. My cock throbbed helplessly as she squeezed her
lovely chest to me. Her rubber encased legs were slippery to the touch, making
me wonder if this is how it felt between those healthy legs.
The hallways were narrow so I had to be extra careful while carrying
Vogel's prisoner. It didn't help that so many members of the crew would stop
and stare at us. Leigh was so embarrassed by her outfit, she buried her face
into my chest. Her humiliation was worse when the vibrator loudly activated.
The crew laughed and taunted her as Leigh arched her back in my arms, trying to
somehow escape the powerful vibrations that were trapped underneath the slick
rubber.
We finally reached the recreation room Vogel had in mind, and the reason
became clear. It was the room with the dunking tank. Leigh was oblivious in my
arms, in the throes of another bout of teasing vibrations. She gripped my shirt
with her hands, nearly tearing it from my chest as she came so frustratingly
close to orgasm.
"Just dump her into the tank," Captain Vogel commanded. "What use is a
mermaid if she doesn't get wet."
I had to do as she commanded. Up the steps I went and Vogel pressed the
trigger that dumped the single plank that served as a seat. I gently dropped
Leigh into the water, and the poor blonde was so distracted by the vibrator that
she didn't know what was going on until she hit the cold unforgiving water.
Leigh sank like a stone, dropping to the bottom of the glass cage. Her body was
beautiful, the long blonde hair swirled around her face and her rubber encased
legs snaked through the water as she fought to surface. The clam shells floated
with her large breasts, pulling her poor nipples as she swam.
Leigh broke through the water, emerging like Aphrodite from the foam. The
water fell from her fresh face and glittered as it slid down her tanned breasts.
She gripped the edge of the tank and smoothed down her wet hair, tilting her
neck back and presenting those breasts again. There was a smile on her face;
Leigh was beginning to enjoy the attention.
Vogel reset the button that replaced the seat, and climbed halfway up the
stairs. The women of the crew filed into the recreation room, curious to see
what was to happen next. Vogel stripped off her white bikini bottom and handed
it to me.
"Do you know why psychologists think mermaids are so popular, cabin boy?"
Vogel asked.
"No Captain, why?" I asked.
"Because with the lack of a female bottom half, there is only one kind of
sex they can perform," Vogel explained.
"But Captain, you can't!" I exclaimed. I knew Leigh had never experienced
a woman before, and that she was waiting for Drake to be her first. As Drake's
loyal servant, I felt responsible for preserving Leigh for her. As for my own
feelings, I felt a sense of property towards Leigh, my own desires were thrown
in turmoil at the thought of Vogel enjoying her before even I.
"Yes I can," Vogel said coldly. "It's up to Leigh. If she wants to not
pleasure me like a mermaid, then she has that choice. It'll mean she'll have to
join Drake in a cold cell, but she has her choice. What shall it be my mermaid
slut?"
Leigh floated in the tank, a mix of fear and anticipation on her face.
"I'll do as my Captain requires," she said demurely.
"I thought you might," Vogel said smugly. She gripped the top bar of the
dunking cage and lowered her body to sit on the slippery plank. Leigh floated
by her, learning how to use the rubber tail to stay afloat. Leigh was timid,
but her eyes betrayed how excited she was by the idea. That made me feel
better, but as Vogel grabbed Leigh's wet hair and dragged the blonde to between
her legs, I felt my earlier hesitations return.
Leigh had no time to prepare herself or consider Vogel's bush of hair.
Vogel forced the blonde right into her sex, using both hands to pin the poor
girl. Leigh struggled briefly, her rubber legs swishing the water furiously as
she tried to stay afloat. Her ass was fully showcased by the tight rubber,
every curve of her full buttocks revealed and exposed for everyone to see.
Leigh kept trying to move her chest, the cruel clamps painfully pressing against
her squashed breasts. We couldn't see Leigh's mouth on Vogel, but the action of
her trapped legs told us of the excitement she was experiencing.
"Oh!" Vogel moaned as Leigh's tongue found a good spot. Vogel released
one hand to stroke her breasts, mauling them under her white bikini. Bliss was
spreading on Vogel's face and I felt infinitely jealous. Although I wasn't
bound physically, I was aware of the very psychological chain that Vogel had
wrapped on me. I couldn't enjoy Leigh's mouth like Vogel was. I couldn't speak
up and stop it without endangering my own place on the ship. I couldn't even
hide my Leigh from the admiring eyes of the ship, women just kept pouring in to
watch the mermaid lick the Captain.
To my shame, even this kind of passive bondage was turning me on.
Watching Vogel twist on the small plank, enjoying Leigh's face buried in her
pussy, made my cock strain against my shorts. Water would drip down Leigh's
back and I wanted to kiss every drop from her tanned muscles, but I was forced
only to watch. I would have given anything to sink in that water with Leigh and
rub myself against her black encased legs. I was humbled by how horny I was,
knowing that it was the restraint Vogel enforced on me that had me in such a
pitiful state of desire.
"She is a natural clit sucker!" Vogel announced, fucking Leigh's mouth
with a constant motion of her hips. The crowd of women cheered in their coarse
way, and from my vantage point I could see Leigh's cheeks color with shame.
"Want to see, cabin boy?" Vogel teased, and before I could answer, she lifted
her leg. Leigh had her eyes shut as her pink tongue lapped at Vogel's open
slit. I couldn't take my eyes off of Leigh, watching my friend eagerly sucking
and kissing at our hated enemy's damp sex. Leigh's breasts were being crushed
by Vogel's legs, the clam shells pressing hard into her wet globes. Leigh's
face reddened as I watched, and I felt my face redden as well. We were both
embarrassed, both to be watching and to be watched.
A boil of bubbles came from the tank, and the women laughed as Leigh's
legs began swimming in a very erotic manner. Vogel informed the crew of the
vibrator and the women gave encouraging lewd comments to Leigh. Leigh's body
undulated in the water and she clutched her head tighter to Vogel, obviously
driven by the arousal between her legs. Captain Vogel was also aroused and she
wrapped her legs around Leigh's head, crossing her ankles around the swimming
girl's back. The evil brunette tipped her head back and screamed her pleasure
as Leigh licked the woman to a powerful climax.
"That's enough little slut," Vogel declared, her chest heaving with
sensual exhaustion. "I'm saving you for later. Cabin boy, help me up."
I gave Vogel a hand from the dunking tank, and she gave me the task of
drying her long fit legs while she discussed Leigh's fate. I toweled her tanned
legs hard, trying to suppress my own arousal.
"Listen to me, crew," Vogel announced while I was kneeling by her legs.
"My little mermaid is off limits to anyone else." The crowd booed and I was
startled. They would have never had the guts to boo Drake.
Vogel was taken back as well. "She's off limits for today," she
corrected. "Tomorrow she'll be the crew's slut to be punished by the group for
the crime of trying to free Drake. For today, she is to be kept in her tank, to
suffer the public embarrassment of her crime. No one is to help her climax, no
one is even allowed to touch her. I'm leaving the cabin boy here to insure
this."
"Fail me and I'll have your balls busted by Gonzales," Vogel hissed. She
then left, taking a large number of the women with her. No one even wanted to
risk her wrath by hanging around Vogel's 'prize.' I stood silently by Leigh as
she clung to the seating plank. After only an hour, all of the crew had left,
whispering secrets in small groups.
Once the rec room was empty, Leigh swam over to my side of the tank. She
lifted herself out of the water to lay her heavy breasts on the edge to give
them her tortured nipples some relief. She was beautiful. Completely soaked
from head to toe, her skin was shining from the water. Leigh's legs moved as a
single limb, cutting the water naturally.
"Are you doing all right?" I asked in a whisper.
"I think so. I'm just glad she didn't lock me away," Leigh answered.
"You're not bothered by having to go down on Vogel?" I said.
"I was at first, but once I thought about my choices, I realized it was my
choice to make," Leigh said. "That's why it didn't bother me, because I had the
power to stop it at any time."
"I know what you mean," I said, thinking back to my beloved Drake. "No
matter what Drake did to me, I always knew I could just quit and walk away. I
never did though, I was afraid I would miss something really special if I gave
up."
"Exactly," Leigh agreed. "That's how I felt. I was a little scared, but
I was also curious. I knew I wanted to be with a woman, and when Vogel gave me
the chance, I felt safe because it was a punishment, not something I asked for.
I knew I could have given up at any time and just gone to a cell. Having that
escape option gave me the courage to give it a try. Do you want to know a
secret?"
"Tell me," I whispered, eager to learn something intimate from this nymph.
"I really enjoyed it," she said. "I know I should be mad about having to
lick her in front of everyone but I loved every minute of it. The public
humiliation, the costume, and even the nipple clamps made me feel like this
whole other person. I just relaxed and became this sensual creature while I was
between her legs."
"That's how I feel with Drake," I admitted. "How does the rubber feel?"
"It's really hot," Leigh whined. "I have all this heat trapped with my
legs and there's just no escaping it. My legs are trapped and although I can
move them, I have to move them together. It's the strangest bondage, to have
freedom to move yet constantly feeling pressure. The water helps cool me, but
moving through water is like being bound around my entire body."
"Oh!" Leigh cried out, startling me but when I saw her tail swishing hard
through the water, I realized her vibrator was turning on.
"Quick, William, please touch me! I need to cum so badly!" Leigh pleaded.
I hesitated but then plunged my hand into the water. Every submissive
bone in my body was screaming at me for defying Vogel's orders and Drake's ban
on me touching women, but I couldn't refuse Leigh. It wasn't just because she
had sucked me in my time of need earlier. I was obeying her as she asked me to
disobey others. I wondered at how twisted I was becoming that I was getting
aroused by serving and breaking rules at the same time.
The rubber Leigh was wearing was too tight to allow me to slip my hand in
so I settled for touching her on the outside. The rubber was so tight, I could
feel every curve of her thighs as I sought the humming between her legs. The
vibrator belt prevented me from touching Leigh's sex but I could press down on
the vibrator itself. It was like pushing a button, I pressed it in, and then
released it, fucking her only with a few inches' movement but it was enough for
the desperate girl.
"Yes!" Leigh hissed. The wet maiden struggled to get comfortable in the
water but it was impossible. She settled for treading water while holding on to
the tank edge I was at. This meant I had to lean over to reach her rubber
encased sex which put me inches away from her floating breasts. The clam shells
floated invitingly over her nipples, pulling at them constantly with every shift
of the water.
The vibrations were very strong, I could feel them even through her thong
and the rubber. I kept pushing the vibrator in and out, watching Leigh tremble
in the water. She was so aroused, she kept kicking with her legs as if she was
fucking my hand in the water. Her large breasts rose and fell in the water,
sending waves constantly moving in the dunking tank. I knew the waves had to be
hurting her nipple clamps, but she kept moving faster and faster as her desires
grew.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she shivered and the vibrator's two minute timer kicked off.
I kept masturbating her, answering pleading in her big blue eyes. Her legs
kicked harder and I felt the rubber strain as she tried to part her legs. She
wanted to open her legs badly but the rubber kept her in place, restricting her
in ways that only heightened her arousal.
"Oh thank you! Thank you!" Leigh cried out, her body freezing for a second
before suddenly racked with spasms. Leigh's body shook in a final climatic
shudder as her orgasm overcame her. As her body relaxed, she clung to me,
pressing her clam shells hard against me. I held her as she caught her breath,
enjoying the smell of her wet skin and hair.
"Feel better?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Much better, I can face the day now," Leigh answered.
"Just one more day," I said. "Tomorrow, we're going to free Drake."
"Tomorrow?" Leigh asked. "How do you know?"
"Did you see the crew when you were being punished?" I said. "They're
beginning to see that Vogel's no less crazy than Drake. At least Drake would
throw gold around or share her women. They're seeing that Vogel is just like
Drake, only cheaper. We need to strike now, and I think I finally have a plan
to do it."
To be continued,
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