Message-ID: <42522asstr$1053295802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <004101c31d61$0ac32420$6501a8c0@serena> From: "Shon" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 13:15:11 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Her Cabin Boy" (10/21) Femdom/MF, Bondage, Humiliation Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 18:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman <1st attachment, "HerCabinBoy10.txt" begin> 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 10 By Shon Richards Drake led the way as usual. I would follow my captain anywhere but I had to admit, today she was looking simply stunning. Clad in her thigh high boots, hat and a jacket that revealed her tight ass, I would have followed her right off the ship and died a happy, drowning death. Carrying her prize was just an extra bonus. The cute blonde on my shoulder gave me a sense of purpose, as well as a hope that whatever Drake planned for her would include me as well. Once in her room, Drake ordered me to dump the blonde on the floor and to pour her a glass of wine to wash the taste of the beer out of her mouth. Captain Drake might enjoy the romance of the pirate life, but she wasn't crazy about drinking the same thing her crew did. Outside, she was the charming bawdy leader, but inside her bedroom, I knew the elegant woman and the dominating woman were going to merge. While I poured her wine, Drake walked around the timid blonde she had won. The blonde was dressed as conservatively as possible on this ship of tacky piracy. She had on a tight yellow tank top that covered her round breasts but exposed her slim midriff. Blue jean cut-off shorts hugged her hips and ass while simple sandals covered her feet. Drake shook her head, probably at the lack of flair in the blonde's outfit. The Captain reached out and grabbed the blonde's chin, lifting her downcast eyes to face Drake directly. I stole a glance from behind Drake's shoulder, and I was impressed by the blonde's innocent charm. Her blonde hair was the color of lemons and straight and silky, just barely coming down to her shoulders. The face was cherubic and pretty with cute little dimples. Looking at her face, you had to sometimes gaze at the curves of her body to confirm she wasn't underage. "Such pretty blue eyes," Drake said appraisingly. "It's Amy, right?" When the girl nodded, Drake said, "I remember you now. You were one of the girls who answered my advertisements for female sailors. I remember that your eyes nearly popped out when I explained how sexual the ship was; yet you still agreed to join. I knew you had helped your father sail his fishing boat and had missed sailing, but I couldn't believe you missed sailing enough to join a ship that was so decadent. Have you regretted your choices since then?" Amy didn't answer at first, but when she did, it was barely above a whisper. "I was . . .curious. Sidney and I quickly became friends, and she . . . taught me a lot." "I bet she did," Drake said at the same time I did. "Sidney was your protector, wasn't she?" When Amy nodded, Drake sighed. "It's not the first time I've seen such a relationship. Too bad your Sidney didn't do a better job protecting you. I have to admit it took brass cannon balls to offer you in exchange for more betting gold. She couldn't have known how I would have reacted. Sidney just didn't count on me winning though. Stupid bitch." "Your luck was incredible," I said as I handed Drake her drink. "Every time it appeared that someone had you beat, you pulled out an invincible hand." Drake smiled as she sipped her drink. She reached down to her thigh high boots, and slipped her fingers between her skin and the leather. To my shock, she produced a group of cards, safely tucked away and hidden. Amy appeared to be shocked the most. "You cheated!" Amy accused, her soft voice becoming shrill. "Of course I cheated!" Drake laughed. "We're pirates for crying out loud! Why do you think I said boots wouldn't count for stripping? If those girls weren't smart enough to suspect cheating, then they deserve everything they get. I don't have to warn you two on the consequences on if you reveal my secret, do I?" "I am loyal only to you, Captain," I said with all my heart. I felt tremendous pride that Drake simply nodded and turned to Amy. My Captain knows how much I worship her! I was amazed and partially ashamed by how much that meant to me. "You won me, and I know better than to try to say something that can't be proven," Amy said wisely. That satisfied Drake. "A smart girl," Drake said quietly. Then she drew her sword. Amy shrieked, but impressively, she didn't run away. Drake hooked a finger in Amy's shorts and cutting very slowly, she sliced the shorts from waistband to the thigh. Amy's eyes followed Drake's sword point in terror, while Drake ignored the girl, concentrating on her task of destroying her shorts. Everyone was quiet as she worked, the sound of jeans being ripped dominating the large bedroom. Once the jeans were sliced, Drake tossed the offending shorts to the floor. Drake stepped back, admiring the bottomless Amy. She whistled low in appreciation. Now Amy's hips were no longer covered. The curves of her legs were much more defined. Her crotch was as small as the rest of her, with just a tiny bit of faint yellow hair covering her secret place. The yellow hair gave her sex a glow that was as fragile as the moonlight that was peaking through our windows. Drake lowered herself, squatting with her bare legs before Amy's standing beauty. I was distracted by how lovely her ass looked with her legs parted. Drake ran her finger along the side of Amy's leg, and Amy trembled. Drake's finger brushed Amy's leg as it crossed over to inside her thigh, and when Drake lightly touched those small golden hairs, Amy jumped. As her hands covered her sex, I knew that she had just made it harder on herself. The Captain was not a woman who liked to be denied. Drake stood back up, her hand on her chin, considering the wilting girl before her. "William, get two sets of manacles ready to be used on the bed. Strip down, and secure yourself with one of the sets." "Yes Captain," I said. My chest was pounding with excitement and I was eager to serve. The first part was easy. Drake had enough equipment to tie up a dozen people if she wished. In moments, I had selected the two sets of chains that I thought would be best for Amy. They were thin chains, so as not to be intimidating, and the cuffs were made of leather that were padded with a very soft material. The girl's fear was radiating from her and there was no sense in terrifying her even more with the really scary items Drake had. Drake would be scary enough. Securing the chains in their places on the bed was easy; Drake's bed was designed with hundreds of places to tie things to. The hard part was removing my clothes. Amy's eyes were on me, and I felt quite lewd undressing in front of this obvious innocent. It was easy to undress for Drake; I was dying for her touch and her sex. With Amy, it was much different. Amy was a stranger, and after all I had been through on this ship, I still had flashes of modesty left over from my normal life. She had to know that Drake used me as her lover. I had the feeling that she was assessing me as I undressed, waiting to see if I was worthy of the unique place I held on this ship. I almost threw my clothes off as I hurried to escape Amy's inquisitive eyes. Not looking at her, I jumped into bed, lying on my back. I sat up to secure my ankles. Lying back prone, my left hand was next to be tied. I gave each limb a tug to make sure I couldn't move. Ashlyn was beside me as soon as I finished, sitting down on the bed as she secured my right hand. Then my beautiful Captain leaned down to my ear, her hand pressed erotically to my chest. "Very good Cabin Boy, you obeyed instantly and set a good example for Amy," she said. "I think she's in shock that you so willingly tied your own self up. I will remember to reward you greatly." With that final promise, Ashlyn kissed my ear, biting slightly at my earlobe. My cock surged at her complimentary words and my breath raced at her promise. "Come over here, Amy," Drake commanded, pointing to the bed. Amy walked timidly over, trying not to look at my prone body. Drake took her arm and dragged her onto the bed. She had Amy stand at my feet and Drake locked the chains around the scared Blonde's ankles. "Good girl," Drake purred. "Now lay back on my Cabin boy's body, and spread your arms out." Amy hesitated, and I feared for her. Her shoulders then slumped and she sat down between my legs. She purposely avoided my crotch with my erect cock. Drake held Amy's hips, and guided her to sit her ass right on top of my cock. I felt Amy jump as my cock throbbed between her buttocks. Drake pushed Amy firmly by the shoulders, forcing her to lie on top of my chest. I turned my head, so that Amy's blonde hair settled on my cheek. Drake then pulled Amy's arms out to chain her to the top of the post. Now, Amy was chained spread-eagle on top of my spread-eagle body. The smell of her hair filled my senses. My cock kept throbbing, nestled between the cheeks of Amy's ass. I was embarrassed as Hell, as Amy kept shifting whenever my cock twitched. Of course, every time she squirmed, her cheeks just rubbed my cock. I moaned in frustration. Ours hips kept shifting as we avoided each other without success. Drake laughed. "Amy, I never knew you could move your hips in such a lewd manner," she said. "You better cease that lap dance you're doing, or else you're going to cause my Cabin Boy to explode all over that nice ass of yours. Or do you like that kind of thing? Do you want his seed spread all over your backside?" Amy ceased moving instantly. "No, Captain," she said. I stopped moving too, but my cock kept throbbing; pulsing between her buttocks. Amy's heart was pounding, something I could feel easily. Her fear of causing me to climax on her forced her to be still, but now it made her much more aware of my cock. She had to know every intimate detail, from how large I was, to the size of my member. I found it embarrassing, and yet arousing at the same time. "Isn't this much better?" Drake asked. The Captain sat between our legs, and I was aware of the touch of her ass by my leg. "I find that wenches who are bound tend to relax more when they have a big, strong guy holding them. Of course, since William is MY Cabin Boy, this is the best you can hope for." Amy moaned, at what I don't know. She began to struggle, tugging at her chains. Damn! I couldn't see a thing! I tried to lift my head but Amy's head was right on top of mine. Drake noticed my struggling. "Ah, Cabin Boy, I forgot about you. Here, you'll like this." She pulled on what I thought was a decorative cord on the bed, and I heard the sound of an electric motor. Above us on the canopy, a curtain moved aside to reveal a mirror. Now I could look straight up and see Drake sitting between Amy's legs and underneath I could just barely make myself out. It was intensely erotic. "Thank you, Captain," I said, and I meant it. Now I could see that Drake was rubbing her palm on Amy's inner thigh, massaging it with the gentle touch that people didn't expect from the Captain. Drake rubbed Amy's thigh in circular motions, traveling down to her knee, and then traveling back up to tantalizingly close to Amy's sex. I knew first-hand the effect Drake was having on Amy, as Amy's buttocks would clench when Drake got near her sex. It was surreal; watching the two at a distance yet feeling them next to me. The bed shifted as Drake moved to sit beside our torsos. "Let's get a look at the treasure chest that Sydney was willing to wager," the redhead Captain said. She produced a dagger from the bed stand, and I felt Amy shiver in terror. "Shh," I whispered quietly in Amy's ear; too low for the Captain to hear. "I've never seen her cut anybody." Amy relaxed slightly, but the terror was under her skin, waiting to explode. Her heart was pounding hard enough for me to feel it, and I wondered if it was my heart that I was feeling. As I expected, Drake placed the dagger under the material of the yellow tank top, right underneath where Amy's breasts rested. Amy's muscles tensed and she jumped at the shock of the cold steel, but I was impressed that she didn't cry out. Drake moved the dagger slowly, sawing the tank top apart. I heard Amy whimper, and I knew that the slowness with which Drake worked was driving the poor blonde crazy. I knew that Drake wasn't being cruel; she was just trying to be careful not to cut the nearly frantic girl. At least, I hoped that was why she was taking her time. When Drake had parted Amy's tank top, she tossed the dagger back to the nightstand. I felt Amy relax; her entire body was solid with tension the entire time. Once she relaxed, I realized I was clenching too. Drake laughed as she heard us both sigh with relief. "This is a chest worth gambling for," Drake said with honest admiration. She ran the palm of her hand across Amy's breasts, feeling their weight as well as their smoothness. They were as pale as the rest of Amy; as white as alabaster and a stark contrast to the tanned nudity of Drake. The Captain used both of her hands to cup Amy's bosom, kneading the white globes with their pink nipples. Amy was enjoying this gentleness and she made small incomprehensible noises as Drake massaged her tension away. Even her ass was unclenched and just resting on my cock. "You like this, don't you slut?" Drake asked. Her hands kept massaging Amy's chest. "I'm not a slut," Amy protested. Her hips said otherwise as she ground them lightly into my lap. "You're not?" Drake asked sarcastically. "That's not what Sydney thought." Amy's hips froze at the mention of her lover. "Sydney must have thought you were a slut to have gambled you like that. Oh, I'm sure she expected to win. If I were her I wouldn't have wanted to risk such a nice prize." Drake ran her thumbs over Amy's pink nipples. "But you have to agree, she wouldn't have gambled you if she didn't know you would be willing. She knows you're a slut, so she felt free to gamble you like one." "No," Amy protested. "I've only been with her on this ship. I've been extra good and not gotten into trouble so that I could stay with her. I'm not a slut!" "I'm just saying what I've observed," Drake said softly. "Sydney thinks you're a slut." Drake suddenly pinched Amy's nipples hard, pulling them up. Amy squealed and her back arched as she struggled to ease the pulling of her tits. "Remember, wench," Drake said, a cold tone added to her voice. "If I say you're a slut, then you'll bloody well be one! Understand? "Yes," Amy said quickly. "Yes, Captain," she added when the pressure didn't ease. Drake released Amy's nipples, and Amy collapsed back onto my body. "See? That wasn't hard to admit," Drake said. She lowered her head down and sucked at Amy's sore nipple, the Captain's red hair spilling down and covering us. Amy moaned at the wet touch, and resumed her timid squirming again. My cock throbbed angrily as her ass rubbed against me. God, I wanted to thrust or be licked or something! Drake sucked nosily at Amy's breasts; her moans of satisfaction mingling with Amy's moans of pleasure. "Let's discover how good my new slut can suck," Drake said. The tanned beauty rose and dangled her breasts above Amy and me. To my delight, she lowered her chest down, giving each of us a breast to suckle. My mouth eagerly took the full breast offered me; my teeth clamping down on the red nipple. I licked the sweat from her tit, savoring the hard nub of aroused flesh. The weight of her breasts settled down on my face, giving me as much as I could handle. My mouth opened as I tried to consume her breast with my tongue flicking rapidly over her skin. Amy's head was moving as much as mine. We sucked our individual breast with fervor, perhaps competing with each other for Drake's good graces. It was erotic to have another woman doing the same thing I was doing and only inches away. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Amy's eyes were closed as she sucked the hanging fruit of Ashlyn's breast. Her pale mouth puckered around the deep, dark tan of Drake's succulent breast. "Very good, you two," Drake complimented. She lifted her chest out of our reach. Both of her nipples were shiny from our mouths. "If I had to pick one of you, it would be a very hard choice. Luckily, I have you both," she laughed. The bed shifted as Drake moved again. As she moved to between our legs, Drake ran her hands down Amy's body, her fingernails scratching the blonde's smooth skin. Amy's body tensed, her shoulders crushing against mine as her back arched from the sensation. When her ass fell back down on my hard cock, I moaned. Back between our legs, Drake reclined on her stomach between us, her head by our crotches. She crossed her legs in a playful manner, bouncing them back and forth against her muscular ass. From my view, all I could see was the mass of red curls of Drake's head covering Amy's pelvis, but when Amy's back arched again, I knew Drake had to have been using her wonderful mouth on her. Amy moaned a soft growl, and my cock throbbed in jealousy against her ass. "You are a wet one, slut," Drake said smugly. "But before I sail your south seas, I'm going to have to double-check our rudder here." Before I could puzzle out her metaphors, I felt Drake's hand reach under Amy's ass and grab my cock. At that point, I didn't care about Drake's obsession with pirate terminology any more. I was just grateful to finally have the touch of her hand on my cock. Drake pulled out my cock, pinching Amy's ass so that the bound blonde would lift up for better access. My Captain pulled my cock out at an angle so that my tip was pointing out straight towards her while my base was gripped firmly by the cheeks of Amy's ass. A trickle of moisture dripped onto my cock's base, and I shuddered as I realized it was coming down from Amy's wet pussy. I expected Drake to make a comment, but to my delight, her mouth latched onto my erection. I cried out from the joy of her mouth. Her fingers held my base as her mouth traveled up and down my cock. Drake's hair brushed my thighs rapidly as she sucked me passionately with her head moving faster than I could believe. The suction was incredible with her lips tight around me. Her tongue covered my cock, wiping back and forth almost as if she was scrubbing away my desire. My body was straining against my bonds as I groaned and writhed. Amy cried out a few times as my body wiggled against hers. Drake sucking my cock only made me more aware of Amy's soft body. I wanted to touch and hold the slender blonde yet the best I could do was simply struggle and squirm. To my surprise, Amy wiggled against me, too. Her ass rubbed against my cock with a decidedly lewder quality than before. Looking up at the mirror gave me my explanation. Drake was using a finger to stroke Amy's blonde sex while she sucked me. Once again I was amazed at the multiple abilities of my Captain. "Sucking cock can be thirsty work," Drake said. Drake moved to eat Amy's pussy, but she kept a firm grip on my cock. In fact, she squeezed my cock between her breasts, giving me pleasure just knowing I was between her cleavage. My cock was still slippery from Drake's mouth so I slid between her breasts with sexy ease. Drake held her full breasts together, trapping my cock as she licked lovingly at Amy's sex. Her breasts were too soft and full to give me the friction to climax, but the sensation was bliss anyway. I was especially aroused by the noise of Amy's pussy being eaten, and knowing it was happening inches away from my cock. After a few minutes of this taste of paradise, Drake broke away from us. Both Amy and I made whimpering noises, but Drake silenced us both with twin slaps to our thighs. We jumped in tandem. "Quit your whining," Drake said in her husky voice. The bed creaked as she stood up and walked carefully above us. When her glorious tanned legs were to either side of our heads, she stood there and looked down at us. The tanned legs seemed to be miles long, leading upwards to her dark, wet pubic hair. Hands on her hips, Drake's breasts were heaving, her nipples erect and dark in color. She paused to let us admire her, and then she squatted down. To my disappointment, she lowered her pussy to Amy's mouth. "Lick me, my little slut," she commanded. "Lick me well, and I just might let you have an orgasm tonight." Amy didn't even flinch at being called a slut. In fact, she tugged at her chains as she reached for Drake with her mouth. When Drake settled down on her haunches, Amy had perfect access to the Captain's sex. Amy licked with a sloppy fervor, her head bumping against mine as her tongue lapped at the free flowing juices. The fur of Drake's sex obscured Amy's mouth as the blonde burrowed herself upwards into Drake. I could feel the tension in Amy's body as she tried to get closer, and I was amazed at her dedication. "You could learn a thing or two about eating pussy from Amy, Cabin Boy," Drake laughed. "Here, see how wet she's made me." Drake stuck two of her fingers into her sex, her gray eyes looking intently at me. She stroked herself a few times, her eyes half closing with pleasure. When she removed her fingers, they were shiny with her lubrication. Smiling, she lowered her dripping fingers to my mouth. I knew better than to refuse. I opened my mouth and she placed her fingers right between my lips. I closed my lips around her fingers, and gently sucked the liquid she offered. Slowly she moved her fingers in and out of my mouth, fucking me with her fingers. It was too much like a blowjob, and I was feeling embarrassed at the implications. However I didn't stop. Drake was smiling at me the entire time and I could never do anything to displease her. "Harder slut, harder!" Drake cried. With her free hand, Drake grabbed a handful of Amy's hair, lifting her into Drake's crotch. Her fingers were still in my mouth, so I flicked my tongue at her fingertips, hoping to add to her orgasm. "Lick me, lick me, lick me!" Drake snarled, her ass grinding as the climax struck her. She popped her fingers out of my mouth and used both hands to clutch Amy's head to her. Drake shifted her weight, crushing me underneath the blonde's body as she sat down on Amy's mouth. Like this she rode Amy, climaxing five times, each one louder than the other. When I thought I was going to suffocate under Drake's weight, she finally moved off of Amy's mouth. She fell to the bed beside us, laughing with a sated pleasure. She rose to one elbow and began playing with Amy's nipple, flicking the hard bud with her fingernail. "You served your Captain well, slut," Drake said. "I'm ready to award you with an orgasm, if you want it." "Yes, Captain," Amy whispered; desperation on the edge of her voice. "I want to hear you say it first, slut," drake demanded. "Say that you're my slut and that you want to get your pussy fucked. Only then will I let you." Amy was silent, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Drake allowed her to think about it and after a few moments, Amy let out a sigh of defeat. "Please captain," Amy began. "Your slut wants her pussy fucked." "Louder," Drake demanded, her hand massaging Amy's breast. "Your slut wants her pussy fucked!" Amy yelled. "I'll tell you what I'll do," Drake purred. "I'll undo your chains, and let you fuck my Cabin boy, but only for five minutes. Does my slut accept that? Does she want my Cabin's Boy cock?" "Yes!" Amy cried out and my cock throbbed at such a loud admission. "Say it!" Drake commanded. The Captain was already sitting up and releasing Amy's chains, but Amy didn't even notice. She was still trying to say whatever it took to get Drake to release her. "Please, Captain," Amy whined. "Your slut wants him so bad! Please let me fuck him!" "Go to it, slut!" Drake laughed as freed Amy's ankles. Drake collapsed back down on the bed, lying parallel to my bound body. Amy scrambled to sit up. The formerly shy blonde grabbed my cock roughly, and without ceremony, she stuck me inside her wet pussy. She was so tight! Amy straddled my cock, facing my feet while she placed her legs to either side of my hips. Leaning forward to place her hands on my knees, she began humping me vigorously. I was treated to the sight of her tiny ass bouncing on my lap, my cock vanishing into her sex. "Let me know when you're going to come, William," Drake whispered in my ear. I groaned in assent, then I groaned in pleasure as Drake nibbled on my ear. Her teeth were sharp yet gentle on my earlobe. I was so turned on by having my Captain give me such attention while Amy fucked me with abandon. The petite blonde's voice was getting shrill and her moans were becoming higher and higher in pitch. She was fucking me without any sort of grace or dexterity; just trying to climax before her time was up. Amy moaned continuously with her head bent forward as she slammed her pussy onto my cock. "I'm going to cum," I breathed, and Drake reacted instantly. She sat up and pushed Amy off my cock, but held a grip on the blonde's shoulders so that she was forced to sit down right in front of my cock. My captain then gripped my slick cock and started pumping me with her fist. I erupted instantly. My seed flew up, landing on Amy's back. Amy jumped as soon as the first hot stream landed on her, but Drake kept a firm grip on her; preventing any escape. Drake kept jerking my cock, causing my seed to fly up and land on Amy. When I was finished, white lines of my seed were dripping down her slender back and pooling between the cheeks of her ass. Drake released my chains, and I sat up exhausted. I looked at Amy, but her face was flushed with embarrassment. Drake was still holding her down by the shoulder, but Amy kept shifting her lower body. Obviously, Amy didn't expect Drake to keep her promise about soaking her ass with cum. She should have known my Captain doesn't make empty threats. "You may leave us now, William," Drake said. She ran a finger down Amy's back. Amy shuddered and looked at me pleadingly. She was mistaken if she thought I could save her. "Yes my Captain," I said as I gathered my clothes. "Thank you Captain," I added as I left; and I meant it. 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