Message-ID: <7742eli$9801241157@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: what's a mother to do? Subject: Unholy Passage (1/2) by Phil Phantom Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34C91A83.6AF4@hotmail.com> PART ONE OF TWO The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a net. If you are underage, stand, move away from the console, and unplug the computer. Reading stories like this can make you go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will help you recognize sinners when you see them. Good luck, and avoid mirrors! Phil Phantom "Unholy Passage" By Phil Phantom Cynthia Roundtree hustled her five kids down the long open docks at the Port of LA. The taxi dropped them off three city blocks from wharf nineteen where the SS Miramar was docked. The family struggled with bags and suitcases. Though they were thirty minutes early, Cynthia had planned to arrive an hour early. "Children, please keep up!" Tara Roundtree, the oldest at sixteen, said, "Mother, please! I can't carry the baby, lug this duffle bag, and keep up." "Jason, help Tara drag the bag. I don't care if you ruin it; just keep together." Fourteen-year-old Jason wore a hiker's backpack loaded like a pack mule, but lent his sister a hand. The thirteen-year-old twin girls, Judy and Jan, each had one handle of a hand truck that carried a large trunk. They also carried handbags in their free hand. To keep up, they had to work in harmony to keep the heavy trunk balanced. For the twins, working in harmony came easy. They were identical twins. Cynthia almost stopped when she caught sight of the Miramar. The ship was nothing like she expected. The Crusaders for Christ Mission arranged passage on a freighter, so she and the children could join her husband in India. The Miramar was billed as a freighter/passenger ship. She expected modest accommodations, but the Miramar looked ancient and barely seaworthy. The rust stains obscured half of the ships name, in fact. Only the Mira was readable. Rust covered everything. Cargo was lashed in netted pallets on the deck, and the ship sat low in the water. The men looked foreign and crude, not at all like a crew that would interact with passengers. They were throwing off lines, which threw Cynthia into a panic. "Hurry, Children. Please hurry!" Cynthia dropped her bags and ran ahead waving her arms and shouting, "Wait! Please wait! We need to get onboard. We're the Roundtrees." A barrel-chested man stepped from the wheel house and peered at her over the upper deck rail. He wore an open blue shirt with a hat that matched. The faded gold braiding on the bill told Cynthia he must be the captain, so she addressed her shouts to him. He shouted something into the wheel house. The engines went silent for a few seconds, then revved twice and went silent again. The big ship stopped its rearward crawl. Cynthia breathed a sigh and went back to retrieve her bags. Passing the kids, she ushered them on. Anticipating their complaints, she said, "I know, I know. It's not what I expected either. We'll just have to make the best of it. The good lord provided us with the Miramar. Let's be thankful." The Roundtrees were brought onboard in a cargo net with all their bags and boxes. The family huddled together on the trunk as the net closed over them and lifted. Like a batch of loose parcels, they were swung over and dropped on deck. Several grinning sailors helped them get free. Cynthia stood, brushing herself off as the captain strolled over and said, "The crew will be busy until we are well under way. Sit yourselves down, out of the way, and don't bother anyone. I will attend to you myself at the proper time. Welcome aboard." Cynthia's questions caught in her throat. The captain's abrupt turn told her he was not in the mood to answer questions. She arranged her belongings to form seating and brought everyone close. Jason wanted to explore, but she made him sit. They all had questions, but Cynthia was in no mood for them; besides, she had no answers. The question Tara wanted to ask was: "Why are these men looking at us that way?" Cynthia saw the looks as well, but she knew the answer to that question. She wished she hadn't had the girls wear dresses, and the dress she wore was far too light to wear on a windy deck. With wind swirling from every quarter, keeping a modest cover was a challenge. The task for Tara was an impossible one with little Cathy in her arms. Frequently, she was laid bare to her middle, though never when her mother was looking. Cynthia said, "Here, give Cathy to me. Cover yourself, Tara." Tara handed her mother the baby, saying, "It's a little late. They've seen everything." "They haven't seen everything. They've seen no more than a girl shows in a bathing suit." "Mom, I'm not wearing panties." "Tara! What on Earth?" "Well, you said to dress cool. I never thought I'd be sitting on a windy deck with sailors gawking at me." "But you should know better than to go without panties. Suppose you were in an accident. What would people think?" Under her breath, she said, "They'd think I was cool." "What was that, Tara?" "Nothing." "Honestly, Tara, your behavior shocks me at times. You could do a much better job of covering yourself. If I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted those men to see under your skirts. Pull that material tightly around your legs and sit on the excess." "Oh, all right, but make the twins do it, too. They're not wearing panties, either." Cynthia stared with astonished eyes toward Jan and Judy. Judy defensively said, "Tara dared us." "If Tara dared you to jump off a cliff, you wouldn't do that? Honestly! You girls sit on those skirts this instant. If your father ever gets wind of this, I wouldn't be surprised if he put us on the next ship home. Don't you realize we are a Christian missionary family? That we set the example. Don't you know what message you are sending these men?" Jan said, "They didn't see our cunnies, Mom. They only saw Tara's." "Don't use that word young lady." "Why? Cunnie isn't a dirty word. Sister Breck says cunnie all the time." "Sister Breck is not an example of Christian decency. In my opinion, Sister Breck is not even a good example of womanhood." Tara said, "I'll say; she's a lezzie." "Tara! You watch what you say. You don't know that." "I do so, and so do they." "I don't want to hear any more of this. Jason, get away from that rail. Sit down." "Aw, Mom! They don't care if I look. There's a tug boat pushing us, and you guys are talking about your cunnies again." "We were doing no such thing, and I'll thank you not to use that word as well." "So what do I use, pussy?" "Jason! How dare you? Don't you ever use terms like that in our presence again. Do you hear me?" His sisters were giggling. He looked to sea, then back, saying, "Okay, but what word do you want me to use?" "I don't see that you need to use any word. That part of a female should not be a part of your vocabulary for several more years. You shouldn't need it until you marry, for that matter." Tara said, "Mom, he needs the word, trust me. Besides, what word do we use? We need a word, and please don't say, vagina." "That is the proper term, and that's what you'll use if you need to refer to that part of your body. Frankly, I don't see why any of you need to be talking about it. Until you are properly married in the eyes of God, it is simply an opening through which you pass liquid waste. I, for one, see no reason to talk about that." Under her breath, Tara said, "You wouldn't." "What was that, Tara?" "Nothing, Mother." Jason said, "I wish you guys wouldn't spend so much time talking about your breasts and vaginas in front of me. It's embarrassing." The girls giggled again, but Cynthia turned red, partly from anger. Recently, Jason began showing a bratty side to his nature. With his father away for a year, and being the only male in a family of girls, he'd been flexing his sexual muscle in the form of crude innuendo and immodest behavior. The girls liked the attention he gave them, liked seeing him naked, and loved the way he turned every innocent statement into something dirty that was usually turned back on their mother with funny but embarrassing results. Cynthia blushed easily, anyway. Jason kept her blushing, and she blushed after his last statement. Cynthia said, "Go look at the tugboat, Jason." The uncomfortable conversation died down. Cynthia comforted the baby and looked around. She counted eight men besides the captain. All looked scruffy. Most were thin. Only the captain looked well nourished. Half of the crew were small brown Filipino men. The others were oriental except for one tall, pitch black negro. An hour under way, two more Filipino men emerged from the engine room, sweating and grimy. The men gathered in groups of three and four, staring, leering, and laughing. The captain remained in the wheel house. Cynthia grew desperate to speak with him about the way his crew were behaving. The two from the engine room were the worst. They wore only tiny, thin boxer shorts and paraded erections. One let his long brown member stick out through the hole. Cynthia had to constantly berate her girls for staring at his lewd antics. Cynthia stared, but it was to get a good physical description of the man for her report. Since the Filipino men all looked alike to her, she wanted to single him out and be sure she got the right one. She could not help but notice his uncircumcised penis (the first she'd seen) and the extraordinary length for a small man. Her Harold was a mere five inches and Harold was a big man. The small brown man had one that appeared twice as long as Harold's. She tried not to stare, but to her children, and to the crew, she appeared to be doing just that. Cynthia didn't care what they thought. She memorized every detail about him that made him unique to the others, features other than his naked, throbbing penis that he could flex up to hit his belly button, leaving a glistening deposit each time. The black man drew her attention away from the brown clown. He wore baggy shorts with a rope belt--nothing else, not even shoes. He sported a massive bulge in his shorts. Many in the crew had erections. Shorts were a common item of apparel, but most wore shoes and a T-shirt in addition. With all the erections tenting those shorts, the thoughts going through their minds was easy to discern. Cynthia felt like seeking out the captain. She'd had enough of their mocking hard stares. They were making her girls nervous, at least, the twins. Cynthia found it impossible to keep Tara from looking. It was the way she looked that disturbed Cynthia. She looked at crotches with a hunger that no decent lady would ever show in public. She caught Tara running her tongue over her lips while making eye contact with the man displaying his penis. Cynthia felt like slapping her daughter's face, but said, "Tara! Stop that." "I'm just licking my lips, Mother. My lips are dry." "I know what you were doing, young lady, and I think it is disgusting. Your father will hear of this, now you look out to sea and don't turn your head." Tara huffed, turned, but minutes later was turned back and staring as hard as ever. The lewd man was stroking his cock at Tara and she was smiling back. Cynthia looked away in disgust. Seconds later, she stood and shouted, "I want to speak with the captain. Someone, please tell him I need to speak with him." No one made a move. The California coastline was a faint hazy line on the horizon when the captain emerged from the wheel house and strode down the deck toward them. Cynthia met him out of earshot from the kids. She said, "Captain. Your crew are animals, disgusting animals. You would be astonished at the way they've been behaving in your absence. That one, especially." The captain looked up and saw the man stroking his erection at Tara, then looked to Tara and said, "Your daughter doesn't seem to object." "Captain! Do you condone behavior such as this?" "No, I don't, but she's your kid. I figure that's your business. I just pilot the ship." "I was not referring to my daughter. Granted, she shouldn't be looking, but your man is putting on an act, that frankly, is hard to ignore." The captain looked once again to his engineer and said, "I suppose, if you're into that sort of thing." "You're not going to do anything, are you?" "As long as they do their job, I have nothing to say to them." "I will report this to the mission. Your superiors will hear of this." "Lady, I am my superior. I own this vessel. Your mission be damned." "How dare you? The mission paid good money for this passage. I know some agency must regulate this business." "You didn't pay me a fucking dime, lady. As far as I am concerned, you people hired on for passage. You and your kids will work for your passage." "You are insane. The Crusaders for Christ Mission paid eleven- hundred dollars for passenger fare for all of us. I have a receipt. Here it is...passage paid." Captain Barker took the receipt and said, "Yup, paid in full aboard the SS Miramar to Calcutta. This is a good legal ticket, all right." "I would like an apology." "You could get one aboard the Miramar. She's a fine ship. Captain Stewart is a fine gentleman. You ain't on the Miramar, and I ain't Stewart. Captain Barker's the name, and this here ship is the Miracopa. She's an old liberty ship, but she floats." "Oh, my God! This can't be. We must turn back." "The Miracopa don't turn back until she reaches Indonesia. We're on course and we're pumping water out faster than it's coming in. Our next stop is Bora Bora. That will be three weeks from now. You can get off there, but I wouldn't advise it. If you want to get to Calcutta, you'll need to get in the Indian ocean trade route. That will be our third stop in Tonga, four weeks from now. We're going as far as Indonesia. That would be your best stop to pick up passage to Calcutta, but that will be six weeks away. As long as you're with us, you'll work." "Oh, God!" "We can use a boy in the engine room. You and the oldest girl will work the galley. The other girls can look after the baby and keep things clean in the living areas. If you behave, I'll let you and the girls share my quarters. The boy can bunk with the crew. That's the deal." "Why on earth didn't you say something back at the dock?" "Ma'am, when a beautiful, sexy woman with three very sexy daughters wants to take a long cruise with me and my boys, I don't say shit. Billy Blake ain't no fool; besides, if I had, my crew might have mutinied. As you can see, they're glad to have you aboard." "This is outrageous. You may as well have abducted us." "Ma'am, you asked--no, begged--to come on board. All I did was grant your wish. Now, we are on the high seas, and I am all the law there is. If you threaten the welfare of my ship or crew, I can and will set you and your family adrift. You think hard about that before you go threatening or causing trouble. I like a peaceful passage and harmony among my crew. Your job is to see that I get that. Do your job well, and I'll land you and your family safe and sound in Indonesia. I'll even see you on another line for Calcutta. Disturb my peace, and I can get very, very nasty." Cynthia's mind flooded with panic but there was no place to run, no place to hide, and no options. The captain was not bluffing. Winning him over was her only option. Finding, then appealing to his sense of decency was her only hope. He called her beautiful and sexy. She knew that wasn't a hollow compliment. Though she normally played down her sexuality and wore simple clothes and no makeup, she wore makeup for the voyage, and the dress hugged her full figure while the skirt acted as though it were repelled by her legs. Frequently, it flew up on one side or another to expose her legs to her white panties. Throughout her talk with the captain, she fought hard to wrestle it down. Cynthia stopped fighting the wind, but kept her two hands pressed to her upper thighs. The wind celebrated a victory and kept her skirts aloft on both sides and in the rear. She tried to put warmth in her smile and a sexy glint in her eyes, saying, "Well, it appears we're at your mercy, Captain." "Yes, it would appear so. Don't worry, [He glanced to the ticket] Cynthia Roundtree. No one will rape anyone. On the other hand, you won't interfere with nature. You are just another member of the crew, as are your kids. You can mother the baby, but that's it. You don't tell anyone what they can and cannot do. Is that understood?" "I have a responsibility as their mother and spiritual leader to see that..." Captain Barker held up his hand, silencing her. "Not on my ship. I will say it once again: you don't tell anyone what they can or cannot do. If you interfere with nature, you may find yourself adrift--alone. Is that clear." "Yes, that was very clear. Surely, you'll protect the little ones." The Captain peered past to the kids and said, "I only see one little one. You needn't worry about her. The others look sexually mature to me, especially that one shooting naked beavers to my engineer." Cynthia turned to see for herself, shocked to catch Tara in the act of flashing a big beaver to the men on the upper deck, sending them into an uproar. She started to yell, but caught herself in time. Turning to the captain, she said, "That one is asking for trouble, I'll grant you, but the other two are only thirteen." "If they're old enough to bleed, they're old enough to breed. It's the law of the sea, and the law of the sea is my law. By the looks of their hips and tits, those two are breeders." "Captain, please. I beg you..." "No begging. I've said my peace. You understand the law. We have nothing further to discuss on this matter. Now, come with me. I'll show you your quarters and the galley." CONTINUED -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |