Message-ID: <42567asstr$1053544204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <015e01c31f9f$aac64ed0$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: Wed, 21 May 2003 09:48:31 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Her Cabin Boy" (12/21) M/F, Femdom, Bondage, Humiliation, Swordfighting Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 15:10:04 -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: RuiJorge, newsman <1st attachment, "HerCabinBoy12.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 12 By Shon Richards That night I had erotic dreams of Leigh continuing her oral pleasures. Dreams merged into reality as I awoke to the pleasant sensation of having my erect cock being sucked under the covers of my hammock. My giddiness at having my cock sucked faded as I became more alert. What the fuck would Drake do if the morning kitchen drudge came in and saw me getting sucked? Heck, for all I knew, this WAS the kitchen drudge! I was having my cock sucked, rather loudly, next door to Drake's bedroom! Looking down, all I could see of the woman licking my cock was her tanned legs standing beside my hammock. The woman was wearing thigh high boots, and nothing covering her firm ass, but that didn't narrow it down any. That could be any woman on this ship! Part of me prayed to God that it wasn't Leigh, coming back to finish the desire she had created in me, while part of me wished it was Leigh, proving that the gorgeous blonde was too hot for me to stay away. I looked back at the tanned ass poking out from under my covers, trying to see if I could recognize it as Leigh's ass. The moment was approaching in which fear and puppy love crushes were about to be forgotten. I was ready to climax. While I had been terrified, the expert mouth was sucking me deeper into the unknown throat. Her lips were literally touching my balls she was throating me so deep. Sharp fingernails were under my buttocks, pushing me up into her mouth. As I felt the surge begin to travel up my cock, her mouth left me in a flash. The fingers gripped the base of my cock, as firmly as any cock ring. My orgasm was cheated from me, yet the pleasure was ended so abruptly, it was almost an orgasm unto itself. My eyes clenched as I shuddered, and a tortured moan escaped my lips. "There you go, cabin boy," said a familiar voice, and I relaxed as I recognized Drake's voice from under the covers. "Now that I've got you motivated for today, I'm sure you'll serve me well." "I never need motivation to serve you, Captain," I said. The Captain tossed the covers off her head, revealing the redheaded beauty clad only in a flowing white button down shirt. She picked up her sword belt from the floor, wrapping it tightly around her waist so that the bottom of the shirt acted as a very skimpy miniskirt. She looked like a pirate who just got laid. "Today I want extra service out of you. We'll be having a contest," Drake said. I rose from my bed. "The fencing tournament already?" I said. Where did my underwear go? "Nay, I've got a better idea," Drake said. The evil glint was back in her eye. "I thought of it last night, and was too excited to sleep. That's why I got up early. The senior crew is already on their way here, so get dressed and come into my bedroom. Breakfast is already waiting for you." My face must have betrayed my eagerness, for she quickly amended herself. "Wipe that smirk from your face, this will be a real meeting, not another chance for you to eat the officers. Although, that may come later," she teased. I needed no further motivation. I pulled on some clean underwear, since I had given up on finding what I had worn to bed. Some red and white Bermuda shorts and a striped t-shirt were on top of my chest, already picked out by my Captain, so of course I put them on. I thought it made me look like a Barber's pole, but after my oral awakening, I wasn't arguing with the beautiful Captain. A hearty breakfast of pancakes and eggs was waiting for me in Drake's bedroom. I dug in while the lady officers came in. Each of them gave me a wide berth, remembering how I was a key part to their torment a few nights ago. Drake smiled at their discomfort; the cruel Captain enjoyed watching even her most trusted officers treading carefully. The excitement of her idea outweighed the enjoyment of watching women squirm, and she quickly explained to us the details of her plan while we ate. Drake always had a resonance to her, but today her lust for life was animating her every motion, causing even the normally dour Vogel to become excited as well. Several questions were raised, yet Drake had answers for them all. Her plan was flawless. So that's how only an hour after I had awoken, I was standing on the deck of the "Saucy Wench" along with the entire crew of lovely women, listening as Drake explained the rules to her latest amusement. As usual, I was able to spot Leigh right away, but since I was standing next to Drake, I only discretely waved at her. The lovely blonde smiled back, and I blushed from the simple joy of her smile. God, I had it bad. "A few days ago, you began your training with fencing," Drake began. We were standing one level above the crew, which I suspect Drake preferred because it forced the crew to stare up at her exposed sex. The wind kept blowing at the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up and constantly flashing the crew. "Well today, you'll have to use what minimal training you received in an actual combat situation," Drake continued. "Just like the pirates of the Caribbean, you'll have to fight today without the benefit of training, rest breaks, or a structured tournament. Today, we fight an all out war!" "What are we fighting for you ask? The usual things pirates fight for, gold and pussy! We will randomly pick one lucky wench from you sorry lot. She will be the pussy. Then we will split into three teams. One team will be the judges, they'll make sure everyone plays by the rules. For doing this dull service, they will each have one free day of no chores to perform. Any judge who abuses her power though, will be punished by me, and will have to do the chores of three women for a week. Chef Gibson will be in charge of the referee team. Is that understood?" "The rest of the girls will be chosen by myself and First Mate Vogel into two teams. You will be armed with our special rapiers. Each rapier will have dyed water that will ejaculate when the point is pressed. If you stab someone with these safe weapons, then they will spray cold water. Any dye that hits a leg, head or torso will count as a kill. If you are killed, you must lie down and do nothing. Anyone who is killed and seen walking will be punished as severely as a judge who abuses her power. Keep that in mind my eager sluts." "Now you know the rules of warfare, but what about what we are fighting for? It's simple, and quite rewarding. The one lucky gal who is chosen will have an hour to hide herself on board this ship. The two teams will then search for her. Whichever team can bring back the damsel in distress, and return her to the designated home spot for their team, shall win this contest. If the damsel can elude her prey till sundown, then she will be declared the winner." "Does the damsel get a weapon?" a lovely Asian girl shouted. She was rather small breasted, and topless at that. "No," Drake answered. "Although if she gets a hold of a weapon, she can use it. Plus, the damsel can NOT be killed. Not even by a team trying to kill her so that the other team can't have her. This is a mock rape situation, pirates wouldn't kill a piece of ass if there was a remote chance of getting laid." "What does the winning team get?" a Hispanic beauty with the longest legs imaginable asked. "The winning team gets one thousand dollars for each team member, alive or dead, plus, the use of the damsel for one night," Drake responded. Murmurs started instantly, whether for the money or the sex, I'm not sure. "The winning team has the use of the damsel until sunrise tomorrow. So the earlier you catch her, the more time you get!" "What does the damsel get?" a formidable brunette shouted. The size of her bare shoulders made me hope she was on our team. "The lucky damsel, chosen at random, receives five thousand dollars, just for playing and being used," Drake announced. The ladies cheered. "If she can elude capture, then she will receive no less than twenty-five thousand dollars in gold!" The crowd gasped and cheered at the same time. It was quite the sight for a horny male. Breasts were being sucked in by half the crowd gasping, while the other half of the crowd had their breasts bouncing as they jumped with excitement. My eyes nearly reached escape velocity from my head as I tried to watch the contrast of frozen breasts impossibly taut, and jiggly tits nearly bouncing free of their shirts. It was the closest I had ever come to dying of voyeurism. "Let's begin by choosing our damsel!" Drake called out, and the crowd of ladies quieted in anticipation. First Mate Vogel brought forth one of Drake's thigh high boots and stood next to the dashing Captain. "Inside this boot, we have placed the names of every woman on board this ship, except for the senior crew," Drake explained. "The first name I draw, will be the damsel in distress." Drake reached in, and in her usual fashion, paused and stalled as she pushed the patience of her crew as far as she could. When Drake felt that the crew would mutiny on her right there, she finally pulled a name from the boot. With a smile on her lips and malice in her pretty grey eyes, she called out the name. "Latesha Simmons? You have a chance to win some serious money, or get a serious fucking!" Drake said. Pushing her way through the crowd, Latesha didn't appear apprehensive at all. In fact, she looked like she had won already. She was a proud five feet eight inches of black beauty. Her skin was the color of creamy chocolate and her curves were the equal of any on board this ship of models. Her hair was done into long braids that fell halfway down her back. The usual attire of a white bikini top and torn jean shorts looked great on her, showcasing the awesome attributes of her ass and tits. "You look more like an island native than you do a typical distressed damsel," Drake said as Latesha climbed up to our deck, "but it makes little difference. This is my fantasy ship, and on my ship, we violate the dark native girls as quickly as we would the Caucasians. How does it feel to know you have earned five thousand dollars already?" "Ask me again at sundown when I win the twenty-five!" Latesha said defiantly over the roar of the wind. Drake laughed and slapped Latesha on her round ass. "That's the kind of spirit I want! Go with Chef Gibson and she'll get you appropriate clothes for today's contest. She'll return to us to let us know you are ready, and from that moment on, you'll have an hour head start. Now go!" Before Latesha and Gibson had even left, Drake was pulling more names from the boot. Since these were to be the judges, she didn't waste any time in their selection. The women chosen all had the same look of relief when picked. I can't say I blame them, being a judge meant you didn't have to compete with or against Drake. The girls would rather get an easy free day of no duties rather than risk confronting the Captain in some dark ship corridor. After the judges were decided, the fun part for Drake began. She and Vogel selected the members of their teams, taking turns and picking them one at a time. Drake had first pick, naturally, but I was stunned to be her first choice! I recovered my composure quickly, and stood on Drake's side of the deck. With pride I stood at Drake's right, thrilled that my Captain had chosen me in such an important contest. It was one thing to be her personal sex toy, but it was another source of pride to know she found me useful in more practical matters. Also chosen was Leigh, which surprised the fuck out of me. I would have thought for certain that Drake would be jealous enough to want to duel her. Oh well, I was glad she was on my side, and we even got to chat a little while the teams were picked. We didn't talk about much. What do you say to the gorgeous girl who sucked you off the other day, but you're not sure if she did it because she liked you or because she felt sorry for you? The teams were chosen when Gibson returned alone. Drake announced that the hour wait had officially begun, and that the two teams were to separate to opposite ends of the deck. Gibson took her girls below deck, placing them for their referee duties. Our team moved to the bow of the ship, while Vogel lead her team to the stern. It was at these ends of the ship that we had to bring back Latesha to declare a winner. A barrel had been placed in each zone, complete with handcuffs and chains attached. We had to bring Latesha here, and chain her across the barrel in order to win. It brought new meaning to the phrase "over the barrel." "William, take seven girls and head to the bottom of the ship when the hour is up," Drake commanded. "I suspect our damsel will head for the farthest point away from us on this ship. Starting at the bottom, search every room, door to door, and backtrack up. I'll lead the majority of the girls on a search down. When we meet, we'll work out a new plan. Kill any of Vogel's team you encounter. Now is not the time for mercy." "Aye aye, Captain!" I saluted. This was more fun than I thought it would be. I hesitated before picking my team. I wanted Leigh with me, but I was still afraid Drake would discover what Leigh did for me yesterday. On the other hand, if I didn't pick her, maybe Drake would wonder why I passed over her. So I picked a random assortment of somewhat healthy looking women that were at least holding their foils correctly and then I picked Leigh last, trying to appear like I picked her as an after thought. I'm sure I fooled nobody. "Very well, William, you seemed to have chosen, well," Drake said cryptically. "While we wait, let's at least practice our foils. Not against each other Sabrina! If the point hits something solid, it'll spray the dye and you'll be dead! Just practice your moves against the air, you silly twats!" "Nervous?" Leigh asked me as I tried the balance of my foil. The weapon was exactly like what I had practiced with, though the water sloshing around the hollow blade was quite unbalancing. Just like a normal foil, the length of the blade wasn't sharp at all, and I imagined it would take a terrible accident to possibly hurt someone with these weapons. I'm sure that's not what Leigh was asking about. "A little. I was surprised to see Drake put me in charge," I answered. "It's weird to be punished one day, and then be given a place of honor the next." "Our Captain doesn't seem to hold grudges," Leigh said. "She seems to prefer to use her passions elsewhere." Her eyes were focused on the Captain and I heard her sigh, even above the roaring of the ocean. "I can't imagine what she must be like in bed." I knew the answer to that, but I held my tongue. The adoration in Leigh's eyes for Drake made me wonder. Did my eyes look that trusting when I looked at my Captain. Did they look that way for Leigh? Could either the Captain or Leigh look at me that way? It was a confusing triangle of thoughts that accompanied me as I practiced my fencing. The hour passed quickly, and the deadline was punctuated by a yell of wild abandon from the stern of the ship. Pouring at us, Vogel's team of half-dressed women ran across the deck of the ship, weapons held high. Drake snarled and grabbed my arm. "Vogel is trying to kill us now, and search for the wench in leisure!" Drake yelled. "William, get below and start searching. We'll hold these bitches off. You might be on your own if we lose. Now go and find us that piece of ass!" She pushed me away and charged the group of women coming at us. Her crew followed her, adding their battle cries to the roar of the ocean. It's a bizarre sight to see strippers, models and lesbians carrying swords and rushing into battle. Unfortunately, I couldn't hang around to watch. My team was already filing down the stairs and I had to go with them, being their leader and all. The door was slammed shut behind us, by someone smarter than me who realized we wouldn't want to be followed. Acting like it was my idea all along, I closed the bolt to the door, ensuring peace at least on this end. "You heard the Captain. Head to the bottom deck, and keep your eyes open for the slut!" I yelled. Wow, I was even starting to sound like the Captain. The girls ran fast and tanned breasts and asses bounced underneath skimpy clothing. Molly, a long-haired blonde with wide expressive blue eyes was leading the group, so it was she who encountered our first person below decks. She opened the door and screamed, which just caused the six other girls to scream as well. I merely jumped. Looking over the shoulders of my team, I watched as Molly did a perfect lunge and nail the unarmed woman she had found. The woman was wearing a bikini with black and white stripes that was now soaked with the blue dye of the foil. Her hair was pulled back into a no nonsense ponytail and she had a wry smirk on her face. "Good stabbing there, Dartagnain. Looks like you nailed yourself a referee," I said sarcastically. The girls turned and looked at me dumbly. I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Dartagnain? Three Musketeers? Haven't you ever read a book or even seen the movie?" Molly's eyes were all scorn. "Yes, I know who Dartagnain is. I wanted to know how you know this is a referee." "Oh," I said embarrassed. "Well, she's unarmed, and those stripes look like something a referee would wear. It just makes sense that Drake would make them wear bikinis." "He's right," the smirking brunette said. "I'm just a referee, so please don't stab me again. That dye is fucking cold!" "Sorry," we all muttered. My rabid band of strippers was a bit more subdued as we filed into the corridor. I offered consoling words to Molly, complimenting her on her almost-kill, but I don't think it did much good. The girls had so much competitive tension built up, I think the let down of killing a ref might have been too much of a downer. Sheesh, maintaining a blood thirsty crew was harder than it looked. Upon reaching the lowest deck, we began the tedious door-to-door search. I wondered if this is what Drake had in mind when she conceived her pirate-fight scenario. Somehow, checking inside cabinets and looking behind curtains wasn't the exciting combat situation I was expecting. Oh, it was fun at first. I would open a door and Molly would leap through, trying to use that awesome lunge of hers on a legitimate target. A tiny blonde by the name of Brittany convinced us she had good hearing, and she insisted on placing her ear to the floor every ten feet. The other gals even worked out some hand signals, in case we tried to surprise someone. It's just that it got old quick, and our vigilant edge became dulled after Molly heroically stabbed a t-shirt hanging on a door. I was personally hoping someone would attack us, just to make it interesting. After searching two levels, my wish was granted. A scream was the first warning, followed by the sight of my teammate Diana stumbling back from a door she had opened. Her nipples were visible through her now wet torn t-shirt, the blue dye revealing the contours of her chest. Diana threw her hand to her forehead and "died" rather dramatically. When she collapsed to the ground, she had the foresight to grab her long black hair so no one would step on it. "Drama queen," Leigh sniped. I would have laughed but Diana's attackers were coming into our hallway, smug looks of satisfaction on their faces. The sight of buxom sword wielding women might have turned me on in any other circumstance, but instead of staring at their breasts straining from their bikinis, I was thinking about how much I dreaded explaining to Drake how I failed her. "Attack!" I yelled. Leaping in, I avenged Diana by stabbing the lead blonde in the group of our attackers. I barely had time to enjoy the sight of the dye soaking her breasts before she was replaced by a statuesque black girl who was trying to eliminate me. I backed away from her thrusting weapon, stumbling more than anything resembling a careful retreat. As I fell back, the rest of the enemy team filled the narrow hallway as well as a referee who wanted to witness our mock carnage. Since the hallway was so narrow, neither team could get past myself and the black woman dueling. "Vogel offered a free day off to anyone who kills the cabin boy!" someone said from the enemy team. I grimaced, and the black woman smiled. Our foils clanged in the hallway as our amateur skills tried each other out. She was fast and eager, but I had the advantage of reach and strength. If it wasn't for her going topless and distracting me with her small chocolate tipped breasts, I would have easily finished her off. Instead I was trying not to hit those swinging tits, my old habits of propriety preventing me from hitting a woman on her chest. "Fall back and keep searching!" I yelled. "I'll hold these scurvy bitches as long as I can!" I knew I was being a bit over dramatic and that I had just pulled a cheesy moment from some sort of heroic fantasy story, but I didn't quite expect my team to react the way they did. Without complaint, they all ran out the door, even bolting the door as they went. Gee, not a word of protest! Not even a pat on the back! Damn, sacrificing myself wasn't the chick magnet I thought it would be. "Now you're alone cabin boy," the black girl snarled. "How long do you think you can, HEY! That water's cold!" As the black girl clutched her wet breast, I paused to catch my breath. "You should have been fighting instead of talking," I said. "Now lay down and die." "Yeah, lie down and die!" the eager redhead behind her said. Oh shit, there was about five of them! The redhead didn't last as long as the black girl. For one thing, her breasts were covered under a tacky red jacket so I wasn't staring at her twins during the fight. The other reason I discovered was that to my surprise, I was quite good at fencing. When I dispatched the third girl, an olive skinned beauty who jumped when the cold dye touched her bare midriff, I discovered another surprising fact. I was actually in good shape. All those punishing workouts from Second Mate Gonzales were paying off as I wasn't even tired when I faced the fourth girl. I stabbed this blonde rather quickly, not even pausing to leer at her pert, artificial breasts. After Drake's intensive training I was both a fighting machine as well as a casual breast observer. The fifth girl ran and I chased after her, the referee laughing as I passed by her. My quarry ran up the stairs, going to the next deck up and then she took the second set of stairs. I followed her but I paused on the landing. There were women giggling down the hallway. Not knowing where the rest of my team was, I investigated. Although I suspected they would have retreated upstairs to here, I used caution. It wasn't easy trying to walk quietly on hardwood floors while wearing sandals. "If she's dead, we can do anything we want with her, right?" I heard from around the corner. "I guess so," a voice answered. "I know I can't stop you. You killed her fair and square. You can do whatever you want and she can't stop you." "Come on, Patricia," a third voice said. "Forget about her and let's look for Latesha." "Fuck her," the first voice said. "You saw how Drake tore through Vogel's attack. Vogel doesn't have a chance of winning. If we're going to get any pussy today, we'll have to get it ourselves. Besides, I've heard this chick is too prissy to play around with any of the crew. I say we teach her a lesson." "Please, don't," a fearful voice said. It was Leigh's! I peeked around the corner, clutching my sword tightly. There were three of them, surrounding Leigh's fallen form. Her left breast was plastered perfectly to her dye soaked bikini top. A referee was standing a good distance away, frowning as she watched the immediate "rape." The worried look on Leigh's face decided it for me. No friend of mine was going to be molested while I still had a weapon. Heck, that might be a future girlfriend there! I thought about saying a threatening cool line before attacking, but I opted instead just to run in and stab the one who was talking about molesting Leigh. Unlike real life, I can say all my cool lines after the battle and they would be able to listen it them. More importantly, I wasn't so overconfident in my abilities that I would pass up a sneak attack. The girl threatening Leigh had her back to me, which was fine to me. As soon as I saw the dye spread down her back, I was pulling my foil around to nail the busty blonde beside her. The referee screamed, shocked as Hell to see a sword swinging man in her midst. Her scream unnerved the last girl so much she dropped her foil. I experienced a split second of courtesy as I thought about the shame of hitting an unarmed woman. It faded quickly and I casually poked the embarrassed brunette who had dropped her weapon. Just for fun, I poked her right on the nipple that was showing through her purple swimsuit top. Her shriek as the cold dye hit her erect nipple eclipsed the scream produced by our referee. I turned to Leigh lying on the ground and knelt beside her. A huge smile was on her lips, ane there was a glow in her eyes. I was taken back. It was the same glow I had seen when she talked about Drake. "Are you alright?" I asked. "That was awesome!" Leigh breathed. A sudden attack of coughing came from the referee, who was smirking. "Oh damn," I said. "You're not allowed to talk on account of being dead and all. Well, sit tight and don't worry. This will be over soon." I was very conscious of the eyes of the three fallen members of Vogel's team as well as the referee. I wanted to give her more assurances, but at the same time, I didn't want to endanger her by giving Drake any evidence to suspect my feelings for her. Luckily for me, Leigh was a smart girl and she understood. The warm glow she had in her eyes for me was assurance enough. She nodded subtly and smiled. Who needs to talk when a lovely girl's smile could say so much more? My confidence boosted, I returned to the task at hand. I gave the ref an awkward wave of the hand and went tearing off to search for my other team members. The search plan was shit now, but I still kept doing the door-to-door check. My adrenaline from the two swordfights was slacking off, and I felt the pain in my arms and legs from all the running I had done today. It was when my exhaustion became fully apparent to me that I made contact with more of Vogel's team. I heard them coming down the hall, chatting loudly and bitching about finding Latesha. None of the voices were familiar to me, so I knew it wasn't my team and this hall was too wide to do the kind of battle I did last time. It was obvious I needed a place to run, but where? The first door to my left was where I ran into. It was a washer room, filled with dirty laundry and washer machines. Outside I could hear doors being opened, and I knew I was screwed. They would be searching this room soon, and it was too large to fight them one at a time. I ran around the room, desperately looking for a place to hide. I ruled out the utility closet, it was too obvious. The washers might be big enough to hold someone, but the glass doors made them too easy to check. I had only one option I could see, and it was too cheesy to consider. There was a large cart filled to the rim with dirty laundry. It was the kind of place the prisoners always seemed to hide in bad movies. In fact, it was so obvious, I decided to jump in. I almost didn't though. On this ship, there was only one kind of clothing that was worn, and that was underwear. The idea of jumping into sweaty bras appealed to me, but the sight of those dirty panties on top made me pause. "Ewww," I said as I climbed in. Quickly I burrowed my way to the bottom, covering myself with the dirty clothes. As I scrambled to get to the bottom and make myself comfortable, I discovered something important. I wasn't alone. "Damn it, you kicked me," I heard a voice say in the cart. "Shut up, we got trouble outside," I snarled. It was only until I was completely still and lying beside the unknown woman that I realized something. I had no idea who the girl was. Let's face it, I had a one pretty strong suspicion. The door opened into the laundry room, and I heard the women walk in. "Terri, check the closet, the rest of you check the washing machines," a commanding voice ordered. Damn if I knew who it was, so I kept quiet. "Aww, no one's going to hide in a washer," I heard someone whine. "Shut up and check it anyway!" the commanding woman snapped. "Lynn, check the laundry cart. People are always hiding in those things in the movies." "Uck, I don't think so," Lynn answered. "It's full of dirty undies. No way am I looking in there!" "Fucking pussies," I heard the commander say. "Just make sure there's nothing solid in there. Use your sword and kick the sides if you have to. Do I have to think of everything?" It figures. Since I had chosen a movie plot solution, everyone else was going to use movie tactics too. I heard her sword plunge into the crate, but luckily, foils make lousy laundry stabbing tools. The clothes provided too much resistance and I doubt if her sword even got half way down the cart. The kicks were another matter. Lynn had a hell of a set of legs on her, for the kicks she gave my side were powerful and hit my ribs directly. I unconsciously bit down on a piece of laundry when she kicked where my hip was resting. Once I bot down on the sweaty material, I was too afraid to move to spit it out. "Nothing," Lynn said. I almost laughed. Apparently, Lynn couldn't tell when she kicked something solid. What did she expect, a convenient yell? "All right, let's go. We have too much ship to search and time is running out!" the voice in charge said, and then they were gone, slamming the door behind them. As soon as the door slammed, I jumped out of the cart, pushing my head free of the messy clothing. I spat out the cloth in my mouth, and was relieved to see it was a bra. Thank God it wasn't anything else. Next to me, my companion sprang free as well. As I expected, it was Latesha. I bit down a chuckle as I watched her get out of the cart. Captain Drake had outdone herself this time with Latesha's outfit. She was wearing what could only be described as a full blown southern Belle dress. Resplendent in white ruffles and lace, the plunging neckline barely contained Latesha's impressive dark breasts. The torso clung to her hips, and a small bustle had been added to the skirt. she was even wearing white garters, which she revealed when she hiked her leg over the side of the cart. Latesha appeared fresh from a romance novel cover, if said novels ever had luscious black women like her. "Which team are you on?" Latesha asked. "Drake's," I answered. "Fuck," she said. I agreed. The Captain does make a formidable foe. That's when an idea struck me. "Better Drake than Vogel," I said off handedly. "I've seen what she has planned for you." "Like what?" she asked quickly. "Oh, the usual you would imagine from that bitchy woman," I lied. "She's already ordered some of her women to raid paddles from her quarters. I've also seen where she plans to chain you backwards on a barrel instead of on your stomach. She said that that way she can whip your tits while you pleasure the crew. After hearing that, I didn't find out any more. It was too gruesome. At least Drake just wants to fuck you. Vogel likes to get into it. Know what I mean?" Latesha's face was growing paler, and I hated myself for what I had done. For all I knew, I could be telling the truth considering how evil Vogel is sometimes, but I still felt bad for lying. It was the only choice I had, for there was no way I could drag or carry Latesha back to Drake by myself. My only hope was to make her want to come with me, just to avoid Vogel. I didn't think that she would come up with a plan of her own. "Since they've already searched this room, they probably won't be coming back," Latesha said. "True," I answered, not really worried about her. I was listening to the door trying to figure out which direction they went so I could exit the other way with my prize. "Then how about we hide here until sundown?" Latesha asked. "By then the hunt will be over," I said. I turned around to face her and the rest of my words were forgotten. She was sitting on top of one of the washing machines, her legs spread wide and her skirt pulled up to her waist. The white stockings she was wearing were connected to a lacy garter belt but she was completely devoid of panties. Her black bush was closely trimmed, barely hiding the pink secret flesh of her sex. I had seen a lot of nudity on this ship, but never have I had it presented so lewdly. I found it instantly arousing. "Cover that up," I said like a shocked virgin. "Drake would kill us both if she found out." "She never needs to find out," Latesha said. She ran a hand along one of her thighs. "Both sides are too busy fighting, and they've already checked this room. I hid in the laundry cart because it was too obvious. I was right, too. No one ever gives it a serious look. If we hear anyone coming, other than ourselves, we'll just jump back into the laundry." I growled, mostly at how likely the plan would work and how much harder it would be to fight my way to the top deck. My passion was terribly aroused by the hot blooded combat I had engaged in, and now I had the chance to do some serious fucking without an audience. Latesha was running both her hands over her thighs, bringing my attention to the dark pleasure she was offering. "No," I said tersely. I had already enjoyed one forbidden pleasure when Leigh sucked me, but that was different. That was with someone I would gladly risk Drake's wrath for. Speaking of Drake, I had a powerful sense of duty to her as well. Drake was my Captain, as well as being the woman who constantly brought me to new levels of pleasure. As tempting as it was to squat down and just eat Latesha out, I couldn't betray the sensual Drake that easily. The Captain placed a lot of trust in me just by having me onboard, and I couldn't betray that for this beautiful black woman, no matter how creamy her thighs looked. Latesha didn't give up that easily. "Not a pussy licker?" Latesha teased. "That's ok, I have other things you might like." She used both hands and pulled the neckline of her dress over her enormous breasts. They sprang free, falling out with a bouncy ripeness. I was fascinated by their size and by their dark color, two dark globes that begged to be bitten. Her nipples were even darker than the rest of her, as black as night and just as inviting. As she cupped her breasts with her hands, I moaned at how soft and pliant they were. She lifted one breast right to her mouth and her pink tongue flickered out and licked her nipple rapidly. "Quit that!" I yelled. I jumped at the sound of my voice and remembered that I was trying to hide. "Shhh," Latesha whispered. "If we're caught, than you won't be able to do this." Her hand moved down to her sex, and with her fingers, she moved her lips open. With her nether lips open, her other hand stroked herself brazenly. The black of her fingers was framed by the wet pink of her sex. The colors were so vivid, my cock was at full attention. A fact Latesha couldn't help notice. "Is that an extra sword in your shorts, or are you eager to see more of me?" Latesha quipped. I swear, there's something about serving on this ship that brings out the lamest lines in people. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me?" "I'll stand here," I said with only a slight quiver to my voice. "It's your choice. Maybe you just like to watch," Latesha teased. Her smile was almost as wide as her open pussy. She continued to stroke herself, her black finger bisecting her pink pussy. Latesha used her other hand to gather juice from her pussy, which she then used to circle her exposed nipples. Within seconds, both of her nipples were shiny from her lubrication. I debated the harm of sucking those wet, full nipples before I shook my head to clear it. Deliberately I turned my head from watching her, and acted like I was listening at the door. Well, I was trying to listen for any enemies, but Latesha ended any chances of that. The quiet washer room was quiet no longer as one of the washers came to life very loudly. "What are you doing?" I hissed, and as I looked I had my answer. She had turned on the washer she was sitting on, and now her whole body was vibrating. Ok, mostly her long braids and huge tits were vibrating, but it was enough. "I've always heard of women fucking on a washing machine, but I've never tried it before," she said over the noise. I cringed at how loud she was. "Are you sure you don't want to give it a try?" When I shook my head no, she just shrugged and leaned back. Her legs spread wider as she settled her shoulders against the wall. Both of her arms squeezed her breasts together as both of her hands stroked the tempting pussy. With one hand she inserted three of her fingers right into her sex, while the other hand delicately manipulated her emerging clit. The washer caused her whole body to shake, especially those massive breasts. It was easy to imagine that it was her masturbating that was causing her whole body to shake. "Come on, cabin boy!" Latesha breathed. "Bring that cock of yours over here! Shove it up into me. I've got it nice and wet for you. Or do you want to suck on my titties? You can do both if you like. I'll hold them up for you to suck while you fuck me as hard as you like. Wouldn't you rather stay here and fuck me than go back out there?" I growled, wishing I could focus on the hallway but my attention was completely on the overdressed slut in here with me. The white dress did look good on the ebony beauty, and the stockings and garters were extremely tempting. The cleavage she was making by pushing her arms against her breasts was intoxicating. Oh how I just wanted to sink my head between those dark pillows! "I'm going to cum, cabin boy," she moaned, her eyes clenching as she stroked faster. "I'm thinking of your white cock ramming me. Sure you don't want to make it a reality?" Then she shuddered once, followed by another shudder and then another. Her shoulders writhed hypnotically as the orgasm surged through her body. Biting her full lips, Latesha moaned as her fingers plunged deeper into herself. Even from across the room I could see how full and erect her delicious looking nipples were. I kicked the door in frustration, and then nearly kicked myself for forgetting I was trying to hide. As I froze there, wondering if anyone heard the kick, I heard the sounds I dreaded most. Feet were running to the door! "Cover yourself up!" I snapped and stepped away from the door, just as it was opening. I barely brought my sword up as a foil came through the door, aimed at my chest! Just in time I deflected the dye-spraying weapon, perhaps my sexual frustration heightening my reflexes. As I prepared to counter strike, I saw my opponent. It was the blonde Amazon, Molly! "Molly, where did you guys go?" I snapped. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Latesha standing, fully dressed, and wiping her hands on her skirt. She recovered fast. I guess she wasn't up to seducing my teammates. "We ran," she said simply. I shrugged. That answered my question. "Come on. I found Latesha," I said. "Let's go win this damn game!" Brittany and Marcia grabbed Latesha roughly about the arms. The damsel didn't resist, probably thinking about what I told her about Vogel. I almost told the girls to go easy with her, but that would mean explaining why, and possibly revealing I had lied considering these geniuses I have been stuck with. After that merciless teasing Latesha gave me, I was fine with the girls treating her roughly. The way to the top deck was surprisingly clear. There was only the stray body here and there. Molly explained on the way that after my five-on-one slaughter in the hallway, most of Vogel's team retreated upstairs. My feelings of smug pride dampened when I realized that it meant all of our opponents would be gathered topside. The top deck was a scene of chaos. I had never seen so many fighting, half-naked women. The deck was strewn with bodies, although these bodies had the foresight to curl up so that they wouldn't be stepped on. Drake was defending her side of the ship, fighting furiously with none other than Second Mate Gonzales. Vogel was sitting to the side, a bright dye stain covering the front of her chest and black bikini. I don't think it was fair that she was allowed to sit on the rail since she was dead, but then, I certainly wasn't going to go over there and point it out to her. "Make way to the Captain and kill any slut who gets in our way!" I yelled to my team. For emphasis, I stabbed a member of Vogel's team in the back. It wasn't heroic, but it made a point. Latesha was dragged along the deck, flanked by my savage girls. A few women tried to stop us, but they were easy to take care of. With Vogel dead and Gonzales busy, these exotic dancers lacked any real leadership. It made me realize how important Drake was to these ladies, giving them the focus they needed to do anything productive. Without any real opposition, we made it easily to the winners' barrel. To the surprise of my team, Latesha practically jumped onto the barrel, facedown and her ass in the air. I guess she wanted to make sure we didn't tie her with her breasts up like I said Vogel would. Damn, I make a pretty good liar. "Captain, we've won!" I yelled above the roar of the crowd and the ocean. Drake didn't even turn to look, but her opponent Gonzales did. As soon as the Hispanic giantess looked at us, Drake disarmed her with a maneuver straight out of an Errol Flynn movie. Gonzales looked dumbly at the Captain, who now had her sword at Gonzales's right tit. "Looks like I've won," Drake announced. The wind whipped through her brown hair dramatically. "I'll make you an offer since you have been a worthy opponent, Gonzales. Kneel down and kiss my boot in submission, and I'll let you join our victory party." The crowd was quiet as Gonzales considered. The fitness instructor was dripping with sweat, showing just how good Drake was at fencing. Nothing surprised me anymore when it came to what Drake was good at. Gonzales reached a decision, and fell to her knees. I couldn't imagine the shame she must be feeling, being made to submit in front of the entire ship. Still, she was very sexy as she knelt and licked the salt from Drake's boot. Drake let her lick for a good minute, savoring the victory she had gained. Then Drake used her foil to stab Gonzales in the back. "You're dead," Drake said. "Really Teresa, you should never trust a pirate's word." The beautiful, if cruel Captain just laughed, not noticing the look of hatred Gonzales was flashing her. "All right you losers, clear the deck and get back to work! Vogel, round up my dead team and give them the rest of the day off. Gibson, get some rum and food ready and bring it up here! All of the survivors on my side, get ready for a victory party!" To be continued, <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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