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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 8
By Shon Richards
Night was just beginning to fall when I awoke from my nap.
Captain Drake had warned me to get plenty of rest as she had something
big planned for me tonight. I was excited by such a tantalizing threat
but I was worried as well. So far today I had climaxed twice, and I
was afraid of what might happen if I couldn't perform to Drake's
satisfaction. My Captain wasn't known for her understanding ways.
After a quick shower I returned to my cabin to find that a
serving girl was waiting with dinner. I still wasn't used to the dress
codes used for these poor ladies. The black girl they had sent to
serve me was topless as usual. She wore bright red shorts that were
covered in various stains. The word "drudge" was written across the
top of her small breasts with a yellow marker. She was sitting when I
came in, rubbing her sore calf muscles. To my relief, my
cock sprang to attention in my shorts. Thank God I still had something
left.
"There you are," she said as she got up reluctantly. "Here's
your dinner. Captain Drake told me to tell you to be ready in thirty
minutes after you finished dinner."
"Ok," I said, opening the platter lid. "Chicken soup with
pudding for dessert? When did I go on a liquid diet?"
The serving girl shrugged, which did delightful things with her
naked breasts. "It's not my problem. I just deliver food here."
When she left I sipped down my dinner. It was very tasty though
I did notice that even the chicken bits were shredded. The chocolate
pudding was so creamy it slipped down my throat faster than Drake's
tongue on a horny day. I made a mental note to ask Chef Gibson as to
why I was eating a diet more suited for a sick person.
Since I knew I was going to be with Drake, I wore my best
clothes. On this ship that meant a button down shirt, a pair of nice
pants that didn't have too many tears and a pair of nice boots that
looked new. I was pretty nervous, as I had been looking forward to
serving my Captain in a sexual way for a long time now. Checking
myself in the mirror, I thought I looked the part of the dashing
pirate. My wardrobe looked like it had been selected for the cover
of a trashy romance novel. In other words, I was perfect for my
captain.
"Hello, Captain. How may I serve you tonight?" I said as I
stepped through our adjoining door.
"That's the kind of spirit I like to see in my crew!" Drake
answered. She was standing in the middle of the huge bedroom, dressed
as trashy as ever. She was wearing an elaborate red vest, complete
with buckles, lace and oversized sleeves. It was left unbuttoned and
she was wearing nothing underneath; giving me a tempting view of her
bare chest and tanned breasts. Thigh high boots adorned her legs, and
a tiny red thong was all she wore as underwear. The painted eyepatch
was still there and her curly red hair was hanging freely
around her shoulders.
"First, we have to move some chairs for dinner," she ordered,
pointing to some odd wooden chairs. "Bring them around the table, five
of them."
I did as she ordered, my heart dropping as I realized that there
would be three other people here. As I worked, I noticed that the
chair seats were unusually shaped. The seats had cushions near the
backrests, and the seat bottoms were at a slight angle. It looked like
a person could sit comfortably with their crotches slightly elevated
above their knees.
"Just in time, they've begun to arrive," Captain Drake said, and
I was surprised to see that four women come in. Chef Gibson was here,
in a flowing black skirt and an attractive leather bustier that barely
constrained her massive bosom. Beside the slightly overweight Gibson
was the just as equally massive Second Mate Gonzales. To my surprise,
the Second Mate was also wearing a skirt. Her skirt was white, which
combined with the white bikini top really contrasted nicely with her
sultry Hispanic skin color. Dr. Allston was here as well, wearing a
checkered red tank top and a wrap-around skirt that clung to her
hips. Last was First Mate Vogel, who came dressed in a formal black
cocktail dress.
Captain Drake was a little taken aback by First Mate Vogel
breaking away from the ship wide Pirate theme. She placed her hand on
her sword hilt and looked to Vogel, waiting for an explanation.
"Since this is our first Senior Crew meeting, I thought I would
dress formally," Vogel said.
Captain Drake shrugged. "That is a consideration, but in the
future please dress more in keeping with the crew. It is up to us to
set an example."
"My apologies, Captain," Vogel said, and I thought I detected
sarcasm in her tone.
If Drake noticed then she gave no sign of it. "Everyone sit down
please. I've dismissed the servants for tonight but we have enough
wine and food to last us as long as we need. Let's get started on this
fine feast that Gibson has provided for us."
The five ladies took their chairs. Drake took the head of the
table while Vogel sat down opposite her at the far end. The other
ladies sat to the sides.
I started to head for the table, but realized I didn't have a
place to sit. Drake noticed my confusion and beckoned me to her with a
single finger.
"My dear Cabin Boy, you've already eaten your dinner," Drake
said. "You're here to provide the entertainment. Strip off those nice
pants and any underwear you may have on. Leave the boots on, I like
those."
I hesitated, as I was a bit shy to undress in front of so many
high-ranking ladies. My pause was brief, as I knew how little Drake
liked to wait for her orders to be completed. I slipped the boots off
and unzipped my pants. I was conscious of Gibson and Allston's eyes on
me, and I had to turn my head as I pulled my pants down.
"Don't be shy now, lad," Captain Drake laughed. "The sooner you
are undressed, the quicker we can get down to business."
"There's no need to be shy with thighs like those," Gibson
purred. My face began burning right away with embarrassment.
"He's passable, but after a few more weeks we'll lose some of
that fat," Gonzales said. I didn't know whether to be complimented or
embarrassed by the scrutiny.
Removing my pants was easy; removing my underwear was much
harder. Somehow I managed to pull them off in front of these ladies.
Drake, Allston, Gibson and even Gonzales gave me appreciative smiles
and I just wanted to turn invisible under all of their appraising
looks. Vogel was the only one not leering at me. She was pouring
herself something to drink and the look on her face said that she
thought I was nothing special. Her lack of attention made me feel even
more uncomfortable as I realized how silly I must look to the austere
woman.
"Slip those boots back on, and come over here," Captain Drake
ordered. She watched as I placed the boots back on, sipping her wine
the entire time. I took my time as I tied my boots up, relishing that
she was watching me. I was disappointed that the others were here but
it didn't stop me from wanting to fuck my beautiful Captain once more.
If she wanted an audience, I knew I desired her too much to even
protest. Her power was that complete over me.
Captain Drake was sitting comfortably when I approached her. She
took my cock in both hands and looked up at me, her gray eyes alight
from what she had planned. I stood there silently, in front of
everybody while Captain Drake shamelessly stroked my cock to life. She
knew just how to do me, too. One hand gripped me at my base, while her
other hand encircled my cock lightly. With her fingers wrapped around
me, she would slowly travel up to my tip; pass her thumb over my
opening and then stroke back down to the base. I shouldn't have been
surprised that a woman like Drake could have masturbated me so
perfectly. She appeared to be so much wiser than me when it came to
sex. It only took twenty or so strokes before my cock was hard and
pointing upwards for her.
"There's a plank that needs walking," Captain Drake said. As I
tried to puzzle out her metaphor, she wrapped something around the base
of my cock. As soon as she snapped the button, I knew it was that damn
cock ring! I stared down at the ingenious piece of control. It was
wrapped tightly around me, preventing the blood from leaving my hard
cock. As long as it was there, I would have no way of ever softening,
much less climaxing.
Before I could protest, Captain Drake was already ordering me to
turn around. Numbed by how fast this situation had changed from what I
expected, I did as she said. Cold leather encircled my wrists and a
strap was tightened, bringing my hands close enough to touch behind my
back. A little frightened by what was happening, I made the mistake of
pulling at my handcuffs. A powerful spank from Captain Drake's bare
hand landed hard and I cried out at the sudden pain. My cheeks burned
with embarrassment as the other women laughed behind my back.
"Stop your silly struggling, Cabin Boy," Captain Drake snarled.
"Tonight we are having an Officers' meeting and I won't be interrupted
by your foolishness."
"I'm sorry, Captain," I said meekly. The heat on my ass was
easing slightly.
"We've wasted enough time with you, now get on your knees and get
under the table," Captain Drake ordered. Her hands slapped the top of
my thighs and I immediately dropped to my knees before she spanked me
again. I crawled under the table as quickly as I could. With my hands
behind me, I nearly stumbled, and the women laughed harder at my
clumsiness.
"Your job isn't just to sit under our table, Cabin Boy," Drake
commanded. "Starting with myself and working clockwise, I expect you
to provide us with entertainment as we discuss the fate of the ship."
"Entertainment?" I asked, feeling like an idiot underneath the
table like this.
"Your mouth, Cabin Boy!" First Mate Vogel snapped. "What are
you, a virgin?"
The ladies at the table nearly shrieked with laughter at that
one. I was thankful that the table hid me from their mocking eyes but
it couldn't shelter me from their laughs. There was also an inherent
humiliation in my position. Now I knew how a dog felt when it had to
cower under its master's table.
Captain Drake's legs opened in front of me and I knew the task I
had to do. It rankled me that no matter how pissed I was, or how
humiliated, I still crawled over to her legs and began my chore. It
bothered me that I was too afraid of losing her favor to question this
demeaning role. My pride was pushed down as I nestled between those
firm, tanned legs of hers. When she pushed aside her flimsy red
bikini, my mouth dived into her tangy sex.
Oh God how happy I was to be there! Lapping away at the wet
juices that were waiting for me, I knew I had already forgiven her. I
adored her for letting me lick her and I hated her because I wanted her
so badly. I knew that I would suffer whatever humiliation she gave me
simply for the honor of serving her intimate needs. The attention of a
dominant, sexy woman could obliterate any shame.
"Now we can finally begin," Captain Drake said. I was amazed
that her voice gave no sign of what I was doing. Disappointed, I
licked faster and harder, yet still her voice never faltered. I
listened as her officers reported; each of them saying that everything
was running as normal.
The sounds of silverware hitting plates told me they were eating
and I was exasperated that I still hadn't caused my captain any
distraction. Growling slightly, I doubled my efforts. I nibbled
outside her sex, kissing the perimeter of her fine pubic hair. Her
nether lips I pulled into my mouth separately, stretching and tugging
at her sex. Even assailing her clit achieved me nothing, the rapid
flicks of my tongue didn't cause her hips to shift even slightly. Her
lack of responses caused me exhaust myself as I tried desperately to
achieve some sort of acknowledgment that I was pleasing her.
"Aww," Drake said casually, almost as if she had noticed an extra
helping of something tasty. "You may move on now, Cabin Boy. Although
please do better with the others. They are not as forgiving as I am."
I bit down on a cutting retort. I knew just how fast the
punishment would come from her. Stunned at my ineffectiveness, I
crawled over to the next woman. It was the powerful legs of Second
Mate Teresa Gonzales. Her skirt was in my way, but thanks to the angle
of the chair, all I had to do was burrow my head into her skirt to
reach her shaved pussy. With my hands bound and my head underneath her
skirt, I felt ridiculous, but at the same time, oddly turned on. Since
I have to lick her every time I exercise, I knew exactly what she
liked. Hard and fast I delved into her bare lips.
"Captain, I must, oh!" Gonzales began, and I felt a surge of
pride that I was able to interrupt her.
"Yes, Gonzales?" Drake purred.
"It's the crew, they have so much energy, and yet, oh yes . . .
they don't have enough to do. Even with my rigorous exercises I notice
too many girls still getting into trouble." Gonzales finished before
she lapsed into a long moan. My cock was erect from the cock ring but
it began to ache from how turned on her moans were making me.
"It's true, the crew does need more activities," Dr. Allston
said. "Sailors have always had to combat boredom, and on a modern
ship, there are less chores that need to be done."
"What activities do you recommend, Doctor?" Drake asked.
"It should be something competitive, or something that will take
time to learn," Dr. Allston answered. "Anything that will tire them
out and yet be fun will do."
"Any ideas, Gonzales?" Drake asked, and I knew from my few days
with Drake that the only reason she was asking was to see if Gonzales
was too distracted to answer. Being her loyal Cabin Boy, and hoping to
earn my Captain's favor, I did my best to assault Gonzales's sex. My
lips pressed to those dark pussy lips and I clove into her with my
tongue, using as wide and as fast as strokes as possible.
"Well," Gonzales said, stalling as her breathing deepened.
"Maybe volleyball games?" she said and then her thighs clenched hard
against my head. My breathing was cut off but I kept licking. I felt
that if I tried to withdraw she might have tightened her thighs
reflexively. All I could do was keep licking and hope her orgasm
didn't kill me.
"Volleyball? I think not," Captain Drake sneered. "I prefer
something more in theme with our ship. By the way Cabin Boy, I think
you should move on. My Second Mate can't seem to keep her eyes from
clenching. Plus, she appears to be so starved for sex that even your
fumbling has caused her to be useless for advice tonight. You really
should get laid more, Teresa."
The other officers laughed at the comment, and I did too.
Gonzales's legs stiffened and her hand came down and pushed me away. I
would have given anything to see if she was blushing. It was the first
time I had ever heard Drake embarrass any of her officers. There was
no one safe from her cruel tongue and I was just relieved to know I was
helping her instead of being the one humiliated.
Next was Dr. Allston, who was also wearing a skirt. Just like I
did with Gonzales, I burrowed underneath her skirt and discovered that
she was wearing no underwear. Her pussy smelled so clean and her hairs
were so tiny and very soft that I immediately nestled my wet face into
her. I wished there was some sort of light underneath the table, as I
longed to see the dark sex that I was enjoying so much. Her thighs
were spread further apart than Gonzales's, allowing me room to tilt my
head and gain better angles as I sucked at her salty skin.
"Tell us, Dr, what is your assessment of the health of our crew?"
Captain Drake asked with tone of mockery. Dr. Allston must have shown
some sign of my attentions, or else my captain wouldn't have prompted
her so.
"The crew is healthy, with plenty of exercise," Dr, Allston said,
and then she paused. Only I knew that her hips were undulating to the
rhythm of my tongue. With an agility I wouldn't have expected from the
doctor, her pussy danced as I licked every delicious inch of her.
"And?" Captain drake inquired with her demanding tone.
"They're all tense from the constant punishments," gasped Dr.
Allston. I felt pride in the way her voice was breaking. "Between the
constant stripping," a long pause, "And the strict discipline
enforced," another long pause, "I'm afraid that nerves are tight on
board. If this continues, . . ."
I knew why the ebony doctor has paused. Her hips were
unrestrained as her thrusts became faster and harder. The self-control
I expected from the calm doctor was gone; she reached down and grabbed
a handful of my hair through the sheer material of her skirt. I was
pinned to her flowing pussy and I didn't mind a bit. Her soft pubic
hair was pressed to my nose, cutting my air but also filling me with
her musky scent. I was grateful for the liquid dinner I had earlier,
because I wouldn't have wanted to miss a drop of Dr. Allston's sexual
nectar.
Her thighs spasmed briefly, and the Dr, resumed what she was
saying. "If this continues, we'll have perfectly recreated the
ingredients the ancient pirates needed when they sailed the oceans.
We'll have a group of hostile women ready to lash out at the first
target you give them."
"Thank you for your insightful, if delayed, analysis," Captain
Drake said. "Obviously, something will have to be done shortly or else
we'll have that mutiny sooner than we expected. Seriously though Dr.,
I would think that someone as knowledgeable in anatomy would be able to
resist my poor Cabin Boy's meager skills. I prescribe that you get
some more tongue action out of that lovely nurse you have."
Again, the table laughed, although more out of politeness than
actual humor. I didn't understand why Drake was humiliating each of
her officers, but I have to confess, I didn't care. As long as I was
able to serve my Captain I was happy. I wanted to please my Captain so
badly so that maybe she would appreciate me, and of course, so that she
might fuck me like only my Captain knew how.
Still on my knees, I crawled over to the next lady at the table.
A smile beamed on my face when I recognized the black dress of First
Mate Vogel. Her legs were already spread, and she had even pulled her
hem up to give me entrance between her tanned, lovely legs. That was
as easy as she made it though, for her sex was hidden away by a black
pair of underwear that was skintight. I tried to move her underwear
aside with my mouth, but Vogel reached down and grabbed my ear. She
kept twisting my ear until I stopped trying to move her underwear.
I was perplexed. I knew Captain drake wanted me to lick her
officers, yet Vogel was refusing. I thought about complaining, but I
wasn't sure if I would be punished. Worse, if Vogel was reprimanded, I
knew she would take it out on me. Quite frankly, I wasn't sure who I
was scared of most. Keeping quiet appeared to be the only choice I
had. To my surprise, Vogel pulled my head to her crotch. Since she
still had a hold of my ear, I obeyed. Once I started licking I
discovered her evil trick. Her underwear was rubber!
The rubber was tight against her skin and I could feel the
outline of her lips underneath. The problem was that the rubber
material absorbed every drop of moisture I had. Within seconds my
tongue was as dry as Captain Drake's leather boots. Resorting to using
my mouth directly on her underwear didn't help as it only made my mouth
dry out faster it seemed.
Unaware of her First Mate's trickery, Captain Drake was using the
same interrogation tactics she had used earlier. "Your turn, Tracy.
Do you have any suggestions for the crew's time?"
"Why, yes, yes I do, Captain," Vogel said calmly while I fumed
between her legs. I was frustrated that I was failing my Captain. My
efforts were redoubled as I try to ignore the pain of my ear twisting
and the dryness of her rubber panties.
"I remember that you had that large stockpile of fencing weapons
made, the ones with the hollow points," Vogel said. "I don't know what
you brought them for, but if we can teach the girls fencing."
"That would be perfect," Dr. Allston said. "Fencing would
require fitness and concentration and be just competitive enough to
drain some of their aggression."
"Oh yes, I forgot about those," Drake said, sounding a bit
distracted. I nearly whimpered between Vogel's legs as I realized she
was wondering why I was failing her. "I bought them because their
hollow blades could discharge a liquid once a hit was scored. The idea
was that the liquid could be paint and mark positively when a hit as
been scored. I hadn't decided what exactly to use them for yet."
I was ready to give up when my questing tongue found the rise of
Vogel's clit underneath all that rubber material. My mouth was
painfully parched, but the thought of serving my captain drove me on.
My lips clamped down hard around her rubber-clad clit, and I rolled her
tiny button between my lips. Her fingers dug immediately into my ear
and I knew I was on the right track. Using the rubber as suction, my
mouth was able to suck her clit in and out of my lips. Sensing perhaps
that I was finally doing my job, Captain Drake then asked Vogel if she
could organize a training schedule followed by a tournament.
"I, . . .can do that tomorrow," Vogel said. I could feel her
thighs tensing around me head, so I knew I was finally breaking her
down. Of course, the way she was nearly ripping my ear off told me
that as well.
Captain Drake must have a sixth sense about thighs because she
followed up with asking "We need some sort of prizes to give to the
winners of the tournament. Can you think of anything Vogel?"
That was my cue. I threw myself into my job, trying to ignore
the dryness of my mouth and instead think of everything I loved to eat
so that my mouth would water. I thought of ice cream, fried chicken,
Leigh's breasts and Drake's pussy. I got myself so excited, especially
with my cock still frozen hard with the cock ring, that I began to
moan. That's when I discovered something interesting about rubber- it
conducts vibrations wonderfully. I began humming as strong as I could
and Vogel's underwear started vibrating all over.
"Perhaps, we could," Vogel started when she stopped suddenly. I
would have loved to see the look on her face, or even that of my
Captain's. "Perhaps we could relieve winners of duty or, oh my God!"
"Oh my God, what?" Captain drake asked innocently. I was almost
laughing but I controlled myself so that I could keep humming and
rolling Vogel's clit between my lips.
Vogel's answer was a series of short pants that escalated into a
piercing scream. I jumped when the loud, shrill scream exploded from
Vogel, and I heard the noise of a glass dropping and breaking.
"Oh, oh, oh," Vogel stuttered, and I felt her body shake. Then
there was a pause of silence, followed by Captain drake laughing
hilariously.
I moved away from Vogel's rubber crotch, and she thankfully
released her grip on my ear. Now there was laughter all around the
table, and some from underneath as well.
"I knew you were a screamer, Vogel, but you scared the bilge
water of out of poor Gibson here," Drake commented. "You made her drop
her glass which poor William will have to clean up later."
Vogel was unsympathetic. "It's not my fault that Gibson is
easily spooked," she snarled.
"Now, now," Drake said in a dangerous tone that caused the
laughter to stop. "We shall not be having the officers giving excuses
like a crewwoman would. Everyone accepts responsibility on my ship,
even First Mates who are so horny that they disturb others with their
she-cat wailing."
"I apologize, Captain," Vogel said. I didn't believe she was
sorry, and neither did Drake.
"That's all right dear, your punishment will be swift," Captain
Drake said. "Please stand beside Gibson, pull your skirt up, and
receive ten spanks. Then we'll return to our dinner."
To my surprise, Vogel stood right up, without a protest. From my
position under the table, all I could see was Vogel's dress shoes
walking around to a spot beside Gibson. Then I heard the spanks. Once
again, I cursed my fate to be under table while such an event was
taking place. I had to content myself with the loud sounds of bare
hands hitting an ass, and the resulting shocks from the table where
Vogel was supporting herself. My cock twitched painfully, but there
was nothing I could do to ease my arousal.
When it was over, Vogel returned to her seat about the same time
I was nestling between Gibson's open thighs. She was kind enough to
pull her skirt up and be without underwear. Without having to dig
underneath a skirt for once, I could actually see her dark pubic hair.
There was a light coating of something white on her hair and sex, but
it smelled familiar and sweet. My dehydrated mouth was quickly
regaining its moisture.
"I have an idea that you'll like, Captain," Gibson said.
"Wait a moment," Captain drake interrupted. "After Vogel's
outburst, I would prefer we start on our desert before any more
business. You made a wonderful sherbet, it would be a shame if it
melted."
I chuckled briefly. Even when someone had planned ahead, Captain
Drake wasn't going to allow her a chance to escape a little
embarrassment. My knees were sore now but I did my duty as my captain
expected. With my first lick of Gibson's sex, I discovered that I was
having desert as well. The white stuff on her pubic hairs and sex was
frosting!
Sweet vanilla frosting dusted her sex and I dived in as soon as I
realized what was presented for me. From the bottom of her tasty sex
to the top where her clit was coated the heaviest, I licked the
artificial sweetness along with the salty familiar flavor that only a
woman can make. Here, my moans of ecstasy were genuine, for it
required no imagination to enjoy the culinary perfection of Gibson's
pussy. No matter how much Gibson squirmed in her seat, my mouth
followed her trying to sate my thirst.
"Tell me your idea now, Gibson," Drake commanded when Gibson's
squirming was causing her chair to squeak regularly.
"In romance novels," Gibson began as I sucked the frosting from a
clump of pubic hair. "Those books sometimes have a rape scene with the
handsome guy and the horny girl. She isn't really raped, but the idea
of a willing rape has become a cliché in pirate books."
Here Gibson paused as my tongue found a sweet spot inside her
pussy that had to be licked out. Apparently, Drake's attention was
gained, because she said, "Well, go on woman!"
"What if we randomly select someone, who gets raped by the
Captain?" Gibson said. Then she moaned and both hands clutched my
hair. She drove me deeper inside her, but Drake was too impatient to
hear more.
"So, how is that different from what we do now?" Drake demanded.
"The swords gave me an idea," Gibson continued. "What if we
spilt the crew into teams, and the winner gets to rape the random
girl? That'll give them something to compete for, and at the same
time, it's just kinky enough to hold their interest."
"I love it!" Drake declared. "Vogel, begin training them
tomorrow, we'll have our first contest a week from now!
With Drake's attention off of her, Gibson really started enjoying
herself. Her pussy clenched within moments after Drake started talking
to Vogel. Gibson's hands clutched me to her pussy the entire time,
which was fine by me. I used the last remaining moments of her orgasm
to drink as much as I could of her tasty sex.
We were just in time, too, as Drake was giving orders to
everyone.
"I want this plan implemented immediately," Drake said. "Vogel,
examine our stock of gimmick swords and randomly split the girls into
three teams. Two teams will compete at a time; this will allow us to
have one team to act as judges. Include all the officers as well. I
definitely want to play this game!"
"Doctor, I want you to examine our swords and guarantee that no
one can get hurt. The liquid only ejects from a stabbing motion, but
we'll have face guards for every one if you think we need to. Gibson,
prepare a light meal for that day, and a celebration feast for the
winners. I want the victory meal to be truly special. Finally
Gonzales, look into which exercises would best prepare the girls. The
last thing I need is for out of shape women to start collapsing during
the contest."
"What are you all still doing here? Get up and go! This meeting
is over and I want everything prepared for a game this time next week.
Move!" Drake barked, and the women fled quickly. When the door slammed
from their departure, I found myself still under the table with my cock
sticking straight up painfully.
"Come out from under there, my wonderful Cabin Boy," Drake
purred. My smile almost broke my face it was so wide. She said I was
wonderful! I crawled out as fast as I could, but when I tired to
stand, she gently pushed me back down so that I kneeled in front of her
chair.
She turned her chair around, pointing her sex once more towards
me. It's funny, I was so horny, and so happy I had pleased her, I had
ceased to even notice the strange things like her painted-on eye
patch. Drake reached down and slowly removed the boot from her right
foot, and then from her left foot. My cock twitched as she stripped
her feet from the leather.
"You did very well, Cabin Boy," she complimented. "I didn't
think you could have disturbed the good doctor as easily as you did,
and of course, what you did to Vogel was priceless."
"Thank you, Captain," I said simply. I was tempted to bitch
about Vogel, but heck, if Drake was going to strip and I was going to
get laid, I sure as Hell wasn't going to distract her.
"In fact, what you did to Vogel really turned me on. God, that
woman can scream," she said. She bent over to reach my cock and her
lovely neck was right by my mouth. I resisted the urge to nip her
there. My cock ring was removed, and then she sat right back up. I
looked at her questionably, but I kept my mouth shut. Even when she
started stroking her pussy, I kept my mouth shut.
"Vogel's orgasm really turned me on," she groaned as her fingers
disappeared into her pussy. "As tired as I am after today, I just want
to sit here and enjoy myself. Know what I mean Cabin Boy?"
"Yes," I said simply, feeling despair at watching her fingers do
what I longed to do.
"Oh, I forgot your reward," Drake teased. I smiled, but I also
saw the mischief in her eyes. I remained kneeling, my hands still
bound behind me and my cock still erect between my knees. She reached
out with her bare foot and stroked my cock with her toe. I moaned at
her touch.
"Stay right there, Cabin Boy," Drake purred and I obeyed. She
caught my cock between her big toe and her second toe, and slowly
stroked me with her lovely foot. Kneeling, I moaned as I restrained
myself from moving. By only moving her ankle, my Captain was able to
stroke me leisurely. There I was, being masturbated with her foot, and
I didn't care a bit. I was just thrilled that after a few days of
neglect, my Captain was finally touching me.
My eyes followed the foot that was making me moan, leading up her
shapely, muscular, tanned leg. At the height of her leg was her pussy,
being furiously stroked by her nimble fingers. My eyes couldn't resist
staring at that lovely sex that was so tantalizingly close. Despite
the flavors of the other women still on my lips, I could distinctly
recall how Drake's netherlips tasted. I wanted to ask if I could taste
her again, but somehow I knew better than to ask.
"Answer me, Cabin Boy, who had the sweetest pussy of the table,"
Drake purred. Her eyes were half closed with pleasure.
"Chef Gibson," I gasped. God, I couldn't believe how strong her
toes gripped me.
"And who had the saltiest pussy?" Drake asked, her chest heaving
from the joys she was imagining.
"Second Mate Gonzales," I answered.
For a few moments, the room was quiet except for the sounds of
flesh stroking wet flesh.
"Who had the wettest pussy?" Drake asked.
"You did," I answered, and Drake moaned loudly. Her eyes were
clenched and her fingers were plunging deeper into her treasure box. I
decided to speak freely since it was turning her on.
"Licking your pussy was like drinking from a bottomless barrel of
sweet ale," I said. I thought I might have been too tacky but Drake
appeared to like it. She nearly cooed. Her toes slowed down, but I
didn't care. I knew it was because I was distracting her, and for me,
giving her pleasure gave me pleasure.
"Your pussy was wetter than the Seven Seas, and as refreshing as
an island oasis," I said as her moans increased. Then, before I could
rack my brain for anymore pirate metaphors, she climaxed. Her free
hand gripped the arm of the chair and her shoulders pushed back against
the chair, arching her full bosom out towards me. Drake tossed her red
curls back as she cried out, a long stuttering moan that seemed to call
out to my hard cock.
When the shudders subsided, Drake opened her eyes and looked down
on me, her loyal kneeling Cabin Boy. Not saying a word, she resumed
stroking me. Only now, her other foot touched me as well. While she
stroked my cock head quickly with her two toes, her other foot traced
slowly along the length of my cock. The contrasting rhythm of her feet
was blowing my mind, yet I forced myself to remain kneeling. I pulled
at my bound hands as I tried to remind myself to sit still. It was so
difficult to just sit there while my Captain's pussy kept peeking at me
from behind her moving tanned legs.
For the third time that day, I climaxed. Drake laughed as the
first stream of cum flew from my cock and landed high on her ankle. I
always hated when Drake laughed at me, but I was too horny to care this
time. I grabbed my own feet with my hands to keep from moving as I
climaxed. Drake's eyes never left my cock as I released myself, the
cum flowing from my cock and down her toes. I don't know how she did
it, but she kept pumping my cock with her feet until her foot was white
from my semen.
"Feel better?" Drake asked when my cock began to shrink.
"Yes, Captain," I answered.
"Good, stand up and let me unfasten your cuffs. Someone has to
clean this mess up," she laughed.
To be continued,
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