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Oooohh a cruise would be so much fun. Maybe I can practice my cooking and learn to tie a rope like sailors do. Oh and laying out on the deck to get a nice suntan to. This winter weather is so blah. I hope it is someplace warm. Lord Chuck wouldn't take us on a cruise to Antiartica would he? Ponders and starts packing for both hot and cold weather. A pile of luggage higher then her head awaits loading.
Ready.
Im sorry i was so busy talking and not paying attention, i was busy with Ruby, now she has gone, and i am running rapent to find yellowrose to see what i need to pack for the cruise. Soooo i need to pay attention to Lord Chksng and listen to him carfully. Now i hope i have everything i need, since i am blonde i will need to take lots of suntan lotion to protect my naked body, and most private parts from sunburn. Maybe Lord Chksng will help me with that, or he will need help with the lotion, mmm, i think i will take motion lotion :D
Well i need to drag my bags to cargo so i won't be left behind, grinning :D wildy at the excitment of going on a long extended vacation, maybe no more kitchen duties.
Of course there is many toys in my bag too, so Lord Chksng has access to all of our favorites.
Ok ladies lets go!!!
:exit: Let the party begin! :Partyguy:
We got out to the vehicle, and I noticed we had no BabySub, so I ran inside and learned she was unable to go, due to something the alien had done. I stopped to ask bisarah if she would like to go, and she jumped at the chance.
Handing her a naval seabag when we got to her quarters, I stood back and watched her pack. The lady understands priorities! Toys first, her teddy bear, some dressy night clothes, underwear, a few cosmetics and toiletries, her pillow, and she was ready to run. We dashed back to the car together, only stopping at Dee's office for a second to get her properly innoculated for tropical diseases and to pick up a few supplies.
At the dock, the "Sailing Master" rode at anchor, shining in the sunlight. My first mate, Nick, was standing at the head of the gangway, and began to lower the cargo net for the luggage and final few supplies. We all walked up and came aboard, as Nick stowed the cargo hoist for sailing, and retracted the gangway into it's slot under the decking. I turned to Nick and instructed him to get underweigh, and signalled the stevedores to assist with the docking ropes. Showing the ladies how we coiled the ropes on deck, I let them do the last three while Nick started the engines and we began our journey.
Confident of the skill of my first mate, I gathered the ladies together to watch from some deck chairs while we slowly moved out of the harbor, and into open ocean. The wind was fresh and the seas smooth; I called to Nick to set sail. Dropping the dual centerboards, he touched the electronic controls which raised all the canvas we had: soon he disengaged the twin diesels, and we were riding before the winds. I gathered the ladies and we went below.
Moving belowdecks, a quick tour of the ship was conducted, and I was soon in my chair in the main salon with the ladies in an arc before me, sitting tailor-fashion on the floor.
"Seaboard life will have a few different rules, and one complication. Nick, who you met upstairs, will never give you orders unless I instruct him to. He does, however, have an obligation to protect the ship and crew: therefore, any order he gives, no matter how silly it may seem to you, must be obeyed at once and without question. It may save your lives.
"Next. Can all of you swim?" All four nodded, though Bisarah said it had been some years. "Good. Bisarah, first two weeks you always swim with a companion and someone on deck watching. You others, swimming always allowed if you have no other duties or obligations, but always in pairs and NEVER without first notifying the officer on duty.
"Each of you will be spending time in training to sail "Sailing Master", under direction of Nick or me. A minimum of ten hours a week of training, some day, some night, will be conducted for each of you. You will mark and sign the ships' log each day for your training, having it cosigned by the duty officer.
While we are under sail, she moves at a fast pace: no swimming until we are no longer in motion. Anyone going on deck is reminded to use sunscreen each time you climb the stairs. Help each other. Uniform of the day for you ladies will be no clothing except a hat and deck shoes. This will hold true except when other ships pass into visual range or we are near land or port. The duty officer will warn you at ten miles on the radar: you will immediately comply.
"Now, stand by for ship's orders: bisarah, you are today's cook, and you will work with yellowrose until IN YOUR OPINION she is competent in the galley.
Yellowrose, you'll be working with Jenny, bisarah, and wannabexopsed on your kitchen skills, but the first cook is bisarah. Unless I cook.
"Jenny, you will learn sailing as quickly as you can: I expect you competent to stand watch within a few weeks. Until then, we will anchor every night.
"WB, you are in charge of conditions below decks. Cleaning, sanitizing, making beds, whatever. These jobs will rotate until all are competent at each, and the schedule is up on the wall in the stairwell. Check it frequently, it may change without notice.
"It's almost 11 AM, so bisarah, take yellowrose and rustle up some calories for all of us. Nothing fancy, and it's to be done in 40 minutes. Pick a good wine to go with lunch; you'll find a well-stocked wine cellar forward of the galley." The two left rather quickly.
"Jenny and WB, you will be my lunch furniture; one a table, the other a footrest. Get yourselves undressed, collect the cooks' clothing, and stow them in my cabin for now. 5 minutes! Move!" I stepped over to a tall, narrow cabinet near the chair, and retrieved a nice willow switch.
My two companions, sadly, took 5 minutes and 15 seconds. I had them on their knees, then head cradled on their arms on the deck. 15 with the switch had them howling, but I spread them out to make it easier on them. Each of the ladies would be found wanting in some way or another a few times each day. This was going to be fun!
44 minutes after assignment, lunch was brought out on two trays by the cooks. By this time, WB had been shaped into a table with ropes and cuffs, and Jenny was rolled into a nice footstool. The cooks served me, then took double portions and ate while feeding the furniture. Once finished eating, the cooks were told to clear away the remainder, except the wine, and to return to the salon.
"I'm very surprised that you did not meet the time limit for lunch. Forty minutes will soon seem generous, as tomorrow it drops to thirty-nine. Now the furniture here were 15 seconds late from their task, and got 15 strokes with the switch. You were four full minutes late: 240 seconds. Would you prefer 240 strokes with the switch, or 24 with the belt?"
Bisarah spoke up and stated 24 would be their preference. I nodded at the choice, and said, "24 strokes at once would damage you, so we shall not do that. Rather we will do 6 now, 6 when cleanup is complete and I inspect, and 12 later in the day. You two move under this ceiling hoist. Now hug each other tightly, hand grasping the opposite wrist."
A few minutes with some rope, and they were one being. The highest rope, under the arms and over breasts, had some extra at the knot; this I made into a loop, then hooked on the hoist and tightened just a little. This would keep them from falling over.
The six strokes each were rapidly delivered, drawing howls of pain and making some lovely weals on their backs, buttocks, and thighs. I knew they would fade fairly quickly. Unbinding them, I sent them off to do the cleanup.
I settled back in my chair, lifting my wine from WB's back and resting my feet on Jenny. The furniture was getting a little shakey, but they had another 30 minutes until release.
This was going to be a fun cruise.
"Hello and thank you for calling Mobius' Dungeon. No one is available to take your call right now, so please leave a message and we'll return your call. You may begin recording at the sound of the scream: have a painful day:
"AAAARRRRGGGHHH."
Hi, Mobius. Just wanted to check in with you to let you know our progress. The ship is fully stocked, and fully crewed at this point, so try to talk anyone out of heading here as there is no more room. Perhaps next trip.... if they behave.
The ladies all send you love, Partner, and thank you for allowing them this trip. We'll be checking in on a regular basis, so I look forward to talking with you soon. So long!
SUCH a relief to have my ass free again!!!!
BabySub smiles sweetly at Lord Mobius, tears of relief in her eyes. "Thank you for speaking to Adlick, Sir, I am such a grateful and happy sub now that the plug is out." But then tears of sadness appear, and she frowns as she learns she can't go on the cruise. She really wanted to in her heart. Sighing, she relaxes a little more, knowing she has more than enough time on her hands in the dungeon, when there's a surprise announcement.
"I can go..? I can leave on the cruise? Really?" Eyes blinking in shock and disbelief, slowly she grins and leaps to her feet. Practically jumping with joy, BabySub part walks, part runs towards the helicopter, joy and relief in her expression. She was free for a while, away from the fear of Adlick's attentions, and was going to be with some of her friends too!!
"Look out you guys, I'm coming!!" :D
all are on a cruise, and I the last thing I remember was going to the
supply closet and beating off a masked intruder with a 409 bottle
(extra large size, by the way).
Now, here on this luxury liner, with the best cuisine and have you girls
checked out the crew?
They must have a fully stocked weight room here, I mean are these guys
hunks or what!
Let's think, my collar is white, did I pack some Rit Dye for the trip?
Wait a minute, the sea is a little too quiet and everything has an
ominous sense of dead stillness...
Why, my gosh,
WHAT IS THAT...way out yonder (another Texas word)...
A ship with the strangest flag, black with a skull...hmmm...
and crossed arm bones? Huh...Skull and Crossbones???!!!
A pirate ship!
I must tell Captain Chnksng to go full throttle!!! Yikes...
And I hope he remembered to load the cannons!
Jenny
white collar
Hearing Jenny yell "Pirates!!" she runs up and bounces from foot to foot in excitement.
Remembering having seen a pair of highly decorated swords on the wall in the dining cabin she rushes down and takes one off the wall. Running back to the deck still naked, her hair blowing in the wind she starts waving the sword around wildly and shouting.
"Come on ye ole scurvy dogs and I'll carve ye livers out!"
Catching Jenny giving her an odd look, she grins and shrugs. . ."I always wanted to be a pirate."
Leans over and whispers "Theres another sword in the dining hall on the wall."
"love boat" cruise ship...
I take a telescope to check out the dire situation we are in...
another lady has gotten a sword ready, we may have to fight...
if we cannot accelerate our cruise boat any faster!
But wait, zero in on a look at the swarthy pirate crew.
Ladies, ladies Please don't panic!!!
There may be enough for all of us! And I get dubs on the Captain!
Oh and don't worry, they won't know or care about our collar
coding system, (thank goodness).
Jenny
White collar
This is fiction, the pirates would have to obey the collar code system for
storyline.
Jenny and yellowrose are screaming bloody murder on the foredeck. I'd better go see what's going on.
Pirates? Come on! In the 21st Century?
"Nick? Hand me the binoculars, please. Hmm. Look at that! A skull and crossbones! Turn on the radar, let's get a look. Whose waters are we in?"
He checked the autochart, and the GPS unit. "We're in open waters, Skipper. No nation close."
"OK, then. Our course of action is clear. Head downstairs, portside of the starboard diesel. Locker 23. One launcher, 6 refills should be enough. Quickly now!" Nick flew down the stairs to get what I requested.
I picked up the bullhorn and hung the binoculars around my neck. Moving up to the foredeck, I noticed that my other two lovely ladies had joined us. They were all dressed, finally. I checked the approaching craft, and she was still flying the Skull and Bones. Maybe it's a prop for a Disney movie.
"Ahoy pirate ship! Swing wide to starboard or be fired upon." All four ladies turned to look at me, shocked. yellowrose was still waving around that silly sword, never mind that it was made of aluminum and had no sharp edge. Nick ran up to me with a fancy case, and 6 cylinders; I told him to radio the nearest coast guard, and report our situation. I also told him to fire up the diesels, dowse all sail, and raise to flank speed.
Using the horn, I again called and warned the other craft off. She didn't shift course, so I put down the bullhorn and bent to open the case Nick had brought up from the engine room.
Jenny was watching me closely. "How the heck did you get Stingers?" she asked. "Those are US military only!"
"Well, Jenny, you know something? Other countries can buy those too. And some of them are less than cautious about controlling their inventories. If I'm going outside American waters, I WILL protect my crew and properties."
All right, one across the bow as a warning. Let's see, just forward of the cabin...
The Stinger missle flew straight and true, the missle exhaust actually splashing on the wheelhouse. She appeared to veer for a second or two to starboard, but then returned to her initial course which would intercept ours.
OK, then. One more try. "Ahoy the pirate. Second and final warning. You have five seconds to alter course to starboard, or I will fire for effect."
I gave them 10 seconds, then 15. No change in course. I saw two or three men crouching along the portside rail, with what looked like Uzi's. Well, they've been warned.
Refilling the launcher, I fired at the wheelhouse. The direct hit blasted the cabin open, shattered the windows, and started a fire inside. Another refill, this time at the waterline. On target, and she slowed measurably. Next shot, waterline aft, just below the crewmen at the rail. Two of the three men got tossed overboard, the third stood up and aimed his Uzi at my ladies. Suddenly he dropped as his head exploded. I spun and saw what I thought I would; Nick had his scoped rifle out and had dropped the man threatening us.
With one more refill, for safety sake, I had Nick swing along side the craft, which was now aflame bow to stern. I glanced at the cabin, checking for signs of life. No movement, no sounds but the fire. Using a grapple rope, I tugged her alongside a second and jumped aboard as Nick held her in place. I grabbed the Uzi's as evidence, and searched the bodies for ID's: nothing.
Hopping back aboard the Sailing Master, I told Nick to get us away. Hmm; no name, no home port, no identifying numbers.
With Nick putting us back on course, I motivated the 4 crying ladies downstairs, ordering them to the salon. I grabbed the radio, and called the closest Coast Guard, then the US Coast Guard to report what had happened. A dull boom from behind me made me turn, and I saw a fireball head skyward from the burning wreck. I directed Nick to make for the nearest land, and went belowdecks.
I was greeted by 4 hysterical ladies. They had been in shock, it seemed, right after the event. Now that they'd had time to think a little, each went off the deep end. I had to calm them down. I ordered them to their cabins, and put each in strict bondage. Helmet, gag, cuffs, legs, knees, elbows. Laid them on their beds, and told them to take a nap.
With the problem on hold, I stepped up on deck, and prepared to meet with the Coast Guard craft which was pulling along side. The slightly illegal Stingers were already stowed in their locked cabinets. Another Guard craft was approaching the wreck. Damn, a day lost.
"Well THAT was interesting, Nick! The commander of the Coast Guard cutter showed me the warrants for arrest they had for the entire crew. They were drug runners, and pleasure craft hijackers. They would find undefended craft like ours (ahem) and board them at gunpoint. Take the women prisoners and kill the men, then set the boat afire. It seems somebody slipped over the side, and survived in the sea until rescue got there, then gave a description of the men to the Coast Guard.
"And those Uzi's! The Coasties checked the serial numbers, and these guns were stolen from a confiscated property room at a Mexican Naval Base, and have been used in several of these hijackings. There's a big reward for the weapons, and for this ship and crew! Almost half a million dollars!! That should help the dungeon stay solvent for a while, eh Nick? I gave them the information as to where to wire the money, straight into the dungeon account. Mobius should be pleased.
"But enough wasted time. Get "Sailing Master" back out to deeper waters, hoist sail and shut down the diesels. We need to reach point "b" on the chart before sundown!"
A wasted day, perhaps, but a profitable one for the dungeon. Maybe now Mobius won't have to rent out to aliens!
Her excitement over getting to meet real live pirates quickly changed to abject terror as the battle begins. Screaming she bows her head and covers her ears against the violence. Time lost meaning till she feels a strong, gentle hand on her shoulder and looks up to find Lord Chuck leading them all down to their rooms.
As her hysterical tears slowly ease to occasionaly sniffles within his comforting presence she lays down on the bed and relaxs as Lord Chuck expertly ties her. The enwrapping bindings bringing her a feeling of security she falls into an exhausted sleep.
..so where is BabySub..? Is she back at the dungeon, having changed her mind? Is she on the cruiser, having joined the others, to have some sunny fun and games? Or is she somewhere inbetween..?
You decide.
Cause I'm feeling lazy and tired, but wanted you to know I'm still reading and interested.
of the Coast Guard was about to leave the vessel, he heard some woman
crying hysterically. Or maybe more than one woman... It sounded suspicious,
and even though Mr. Chnksng had been so helpful and had an answer
for everthing, he did seem anxious to be on his way.
"Sir", said the Commander of the Coast Guard, 'I hear women screaming?'
Sir Chnksng looked startled. Wow, he always has the right anwers and knows
what to do and well, is an expert on just about everything...but this question
gave him pause.
Little did the Commander know that yes this was a Sir and he had boarded
our cruise of dungeon slaves.
I was hysterical, not from the gor and violence, (that head being blown up
was great), but from the fact every hunk was killed before they could even
board our boat!!!
And I had dubs on the captain.
I lay there hysterically sobbing over the unfairness of it, so still, and calming
down. The heavy bondage was a bit much, and I did look a bit goofy in
the helmet thingy, but imagine my surprise when a Coast Guard comes in
and finds me nude and bound on the bed, hysterically crying.
Uh!!! 'Men, get down here, we have some captive women that need help!!!'
The alarming tone in the Commander's voice caused me to try to tell him
that this was normal, but only muffled sounds came out...
Poor Sir Chnksng how is he going to explain to the authorities about 4 nude
heavily bound women. He will have to do some fast talking.
Jenny
white collar (especially for the Coast Guards)
Overhearing the Guard officer, I headed down and met him in Jenny's room, just as he started removing the bondage. I calmly offered him the master key to the locks holding her bound, and made sure he removed the helmet first. Nick was doing the same in yellowrose's room.
"What's going on here," Jenny asked. "Why is this sailor removing my bonds?"
"Ma'am, I was just responding to your screams! We heard them on deck, and became suspicious. First the blown-apart pirate craft, then you women in bondage..." the Coast Guardsman said.
I cringed at the 'ma'am', knowing how much Jenny hated the word. She was, after all, only 29.
"Well, first of all, get your fucking hands off my goddam tits, buddy. That doesn't exactly feel like any 'rescue' I've ever heard of. Secondly, I'm the daughter of United States Senator ******, and he'll have your fucking balls for breakfast if you ruin my trip. I am here voluntarily, as are the other girls here. Now put the goddam handcuffs back on, replace the hood, and leave me the HELL alone!"
Not a real shrinking Violet is our Jenny. She'd been nice. Didn't mention the Secretary of Defense was her Godfather, or that Mrs. President was her Godmother. Bondage calms her down. Some.
From the next room, I heard the sound of several slaps, and some ruckus. I got there just in time to see Nick backing out of the room.
"Nick, what's up?" I asked.
"Well, it seems yellowrose is just a little peaved that the Coastie was removing her cuffs and helmet. She just told him that she is heir to the Sam ****** fortune, and he better unhand her, and keep his hands off her thighs."
"Can't say I blame him.... she has some lovely thighs. Looking forward to spreading them one of these nights." Nick looked wistful, dreamy.
"Keep your mind on this, First Mate!" He knew I was serious; I had mentioned his rank.
The Chief from the Guard cutter came out of Jenny's room, looking a little sheepish. "Captain, I wish to apologize for the unfortunate interruption to your routine. It's just that the situation seemed..." I cut him off in mid-apology with a wave of my hand (this very hand!).
"Never mind, Master Chief (ignoring the fact that I had just bumped him a grade higher... flattery can never hurt). You were just doing your duty, as you saw fit. Would you call off your dogs now?"
He called to his other men to undo what they had done, and reassemble on deck. Leaving Nick behind to be check on each of the ladies, I followed the Guardsman back on deck.
Ten minutes later, three more apologies having been offered, including one in writing to the ladies for his and his men's inappropriate behavior, they finally reboarded their cutter, and began to move away.
Ahh! Peace at last.
Who was ~I~ kidding? Peace? With this bunch of yahoos belowdecks? And I was right, too. That very minute the radio spoke up.
"Ahoy, 'Sailing Master', ahoy. This is CopterAir Charter Flight 291; we are approximately 4 klicks away from your position, with a passenger to debark on your craft. Do you have a helipad, over."
I grabbed the radio mike. Nuts. NOW what?
"Flight 291, this is 'Sailing Master', Captain Chksng speaking. We have no helipad as we are under sail instead of power. Give us 4 minutes to dowse sail, then approach us from the stern. Keep sufficient altitude to clear the masts. Repeat again, you have a 'passenger', over?"
"Aye, sir. A female passenger and cargo. Two baskets worth, plus passenger, over"
My mate and I looked at each other. "BabySub", we said at the same instant, and shared a good laugh. Nick got busy dowsing sail, and I moved aft to guide the copter jockey in. Ten minutes later we had a pile of luggage and boxes just slightly smaller than Mount Everest, and a somewhat shaken BabySub. I looked at her, and at her mountain of stuff.
"This is a private sail yacht, BabySub, not HMS Titanic! Where am I supposed to stow all those darn crates and suitcases?"
"Oh," she responded in a small voice. "I just brought along the stuff I absolutely needed, Sir."
I decided to go through the cases, hoping that 'absolutely needed stuff' might include a few non-essentials. I turned to Nick, ordered him to get underweigh to Point B on the chart, and grabbed BabySub to help searching the luggage.
"The boxes are liquor and foodstuffs. We might just have room for that. Let's check the suitcases." I opened the first one, and came across snow parkas, mittens, stocking caps, and boots. Shaking my head (and shaking with repressed laughter), I said, "BabySub, dear. We're going on a tropical cruise. Why O why did you choose to bring snow gear?" I couldn't wait to hear the answer.
"Because it might be... cold, Sir?"
"BabySub, did you ever study geography? World climate? Anything like that?"
"Yes, Sir, I studied both those at University."
University? HER? Poor professors... But I had to ask the next logical question.
"What major did you read, dear?"
"Oh, two majors and a minor, Sir. Math and Physics, minor in chemistry, Sir. And my masters was in Ecological Chemistry, Sir." BabySub finished.
To say my jaw dropped would be an understatement. "Oh." I said. "Let's talk more about that, but not right now. Open up each suitcase, and we can sort."
She had 2 full of toys; practical packing. One was full of cosmetics and female needs, along with about 30 panties. Hmm. What was she planning, keepsakes for the sharks? Two more were simple clothes, and a few dress-up things. The rest (towels, bed linens, heaven knows what all) wound up going over the side. We were distinctly overpopulated now, and needed every spare inch.
"If we need any of that, we'll buy it at our next port of call. You gals don't get to wear clothes much anyway. Pick up a couple suitcases, I'll grab a couple, and we can go down and stow them away." We did so, and I had BabySub help me undo the bondage on the other four ladies. I asked the four to get ankle and wrist leathers out and apply as needed, and to massage each other and work out the kinks. Then report on deck with an extra set for BabySub.
Twenty minutes later we were alone in an open sea, and the winds had calmed entirely. Time for a little swimming fun for all 7 of us. I had Nick drop the hook and dowse sails. Enough for a day.
BLIMEY Captain Chnksng...
You really can type your way out of a paper bag! We are safe on this
fragile thread of a voyage!
Aliens, imposters, pirates, and even overzealous Coast Guards - you get
us out of every mess.
Thanks, we are in good hands with you at the wheel...
Jenny
"Hello and thank you for calling Mobius' Dungeon. No one is available to take your call right now, so please leave a message and we'll return your call. You may begin recording at the sound of the scream: have a painful day:
"AAAARRRRGGGHHH."
Hi, Mobius. Just wanted to check in with you to let you know our progress. BabySub got here last evening, and we squeezed her in somehow. I hope you noticed the big increase in the dungeon's bank account: There was over half a million Pounds Sterling reward for those pirates from the government of the Bahamas, as well as two million Pesos from Mexico and another half million Dollars US. I hope that helps cash-flow.
Mastermike, please take A out and give her a severe spanking. She had several duties to perform, and Dee told me she had not done them. Make it a big thing; she has the polka dot collar: anything goes.
Mobius, use some of the prize monies to restock if you need to. And thanks for the vacation. We'll be back in a few weeks.
'Always be prepared'. I shoulda been a scout. :p
The helli ride was more of a hell ride, and Babysub was more than pleased to be on the cruiser. Grinning from ear to ear, she looks at Sir Chuck and the pile of 'necessities' on deck. Well.. it's good to be prepared! You just never know, right?
Later...
BabySub stood on deck, and surveyed the scene. It was a glorious day, sunny and warm, and she eyed the water delightedly. It had been ages since she'd swum in water like that, and couldn't wait. But now that she was there, BabySub wouldn't incur any wrath from Sir Chuck... ok, Captain Chuck. Captain Chuck, Sir..? Oh whatever. She wanted to stay for a while now that she was there, and intended to be a very good little sub. With a smile on her face, she stood and waited in silence.
Heh, I can't wait for the talk about Uni. I know NOTHING about any of that. Actually, lets just say I know nothing. Makes life simpler. lmao.
A relaxing swim had tuckered us all out. Sandy seabed and warm sunshine put nearly everybody to sleep. I took the watch, as Nick couldn't keep his eyes open.
About an hour later, I woke them up so we could put together some kind of meal. All 5 ladies were chased downstairs to rustle up the meal, and had the calories on the table in 20 minutes. We all enjoyed a beautiful sunset, lounging on the deck.
Once the sun dropped below the horizon, we buttoned down everything up top and moved downstairs. I personally set the radar warning lock; the alarm was set to the "raise the dead" level, which employed noise, flashing lights, and a violent shaking mechanism on my bed and Nick's. Anything moving bigger than a breadbox would set off the alarm.
Secure in our safety, it was party time. Taking pairs of girls at a time, we applied paddles, crops, and belts to various parts of the anatomy. A collection of plugs, dildos, vibes, clips, pinchers, and whatever else came to hand were employed to titilate, excite, and stress out many of the ladies.
WB and bisarah were naughty tonight. Both had done less than their share in the kitchen, and had been a little smart-mouthed during the night of play. So both were bound on a single bed, face to face on their sides. Sadly, a comfortible gag in each lady's mouth refused to allow them the chance to talk. Soft ropes here and there also kept them from providing each other with any pleasure.
Nick had fun playing with one and another of the ladies, but the long day on watch had burned him out, so he wandered off to bed with BabySub. I knew they would have a peaceful night, as I had slipped a mild sleeping draft into their last beverages.
jenny and yellowrose accompanied me to my cabin. A few hours of moans, screams, and spanks kept us all amused until we fell on the bed in a jumble of disrobed body parts. The end of a long day.
You know how to throw a good party Captain Chuck, Sir. Awesome play time! :D I had fun with Nick too, he knows how to satisfy a sub ::chuckles:: But I'm feeling very drowsy now, and really need to sleep. Get some good rest in preparation of a full day tomorrow. Sweet dreams all.
ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......
Wake me when you're ready to use me....? ::shrugs::
you do throw a good party or do well in a party, quite well with the
ladies...wherever it may be...
You know all the drinks, foods, dances, what more could we ask for -
even tightened security...
Even sleeping potions for the weary...and goodness, even all the
best gadgets and such.
And, as always, a good end to your parties. No one is ever left
lonely. Professional Party Planner on top of Cruise Director and
Captain, Dungeon Master, am I leaving anything out.
What is that you say? Yes, we know your intensity er intentions,
don't worry about that.
Jenny
"Oh I am getting the best tan ever . . .and no tan lines. So much excitement and fun. Nothing better then a invigorating swim followed by a even more invigorating romp with Master Chuck."
Lays back in a lounge chair on the deck and sighs in contentment. . ."This is the life."
Well, so much for trying to keep my mouth shut, Captian Chuck made it impossible for me to rattle on like i do, and to keep talking, and this just plain isn't fair more like torture, there isn't any contact, our pussy getting all wet and now no contact.
Captian Chuck, i am really much better without the gag, and i am sure bisarah would agree, that we could keep quite if the gags were to be taken out.
Babysub, it is so nice that you could join us, doesn't yellowrose look wonderful in here all natural tan!!
Maybe if i help in the kitchen for breakfast, i could spend some time with you Captain!
Im pretty sure, i can't screw up scabble eggs, with grape jam, lol!
T
The next morning, I thought it best to allow the ladies, once finished with breakfast, a little time to enjoy the beautiful morning. The wind had come up in the night, so my First Mate had spread all canvas, and "Sailing Master" was flying before the wind. Jenny was working some of the controls on the sheets, and learning proper control of the rudder while sail-powered. Although she wore only deck shoes, a hat, and sunblock, it was obvious I had chosen well to add her as a temporary Third Mate under instruction. I borrowed her for just a few minutes, as it was time for exercise.
We all started laps around the deck, just to loosen up. Plain running was awfully nice to observe in this case, as all our fair crewladies were blessed, figure-wise. None-the-less, I wished to make it a little more sporting.
"Ladies, over here, please. Since we're running today, I want to make the run more exciting. The first to finish the race is done for today. No chores! The LAST one to finish the race gets to spend several hours in an appointment with me, a feather, and a belt. Special prizes for 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place.
"Now for the exciting part. The race will be 8 times around the deck, and I'll be handicapping the race a little. On the scale, ladies, one at a time!" Each got on the scale, and a couple had put on a little weight over the holidays.
"Each will have a weight carrier placed between your ankles. The one closest to her ideal weight will only have a handicap of 5 pounds. It will progress by five pounds, lowest to highest. However, I will be 'encouraging' a little faster running in reverse order. The one closest to their ideal weight will be encouraged the most. And here's the whip I'll be using to encourage with. Just a plain old buggy whip.
"Help each other with the weight carriers and the weights, then get to the head of the stairs, and I'll get you started." (And no, naughty readers, I am not going to expose or hint at the order of the individuals. All ladies are beautiful: some are just more beautiful than others. So don't ask and I won't have to cuss you out.) "Ready, set, go!"
"Well-done, ladies! A five-way tie, in spite of several pretty sore backs and fannies. Next race will have only four participants, as it requires teams of two. Jenny, you're out of this one so you can continue your sailor lessons.
"Two teams. WB and BabySub, Bisarah and yellowrose. This will be a wheelbarrow race with a twist. The front person's legs will be tied to the back person's arms, so if you fall down, it'll be a little hard to get back up. Oh, I forgot; there'll be thumbtacks here and there, so you want to be real careful as you run and where you fall, and the person in front will be blindfolded, so communications will be important.
"Get into position, and I'll get things fastened up, and the tacks spread out. Ready, set, go!" The ladies took off pretty fast, which will be a mistake. They'll find out at the first turn. Aha! One down, one swings wide to avoid them, and runs straight through the tacks. Now they're down too, pulling out tacks. Since the driver's hands are bound to the feet of their front, who is blindfolded, pulling out those tacks can be really hard. Guiding to a tack on the other person turned out to create some really wicked contortions. And some couldn't be reached at all.
The eighth lap showed how tired the four were getting, so I decided to end the race a couple laps early. WB and BabySub crossed the finish line first. I untied the teams, and all four got to clear the tacks from the deck. I didn't let the losers use their hands or feet, though. I gave them each a bra to wear, and they had to use those. No longer was the race 'pointless'.
About an hour later the track was clear, and the losers had VERY sensitive breasts. Ah, well. It was getting to lunchtime, so yellowrose and WB went down to prepare some cold sandwiches and soda. BabySub and bisarah had the priviledge of being my furniture for lunch, and I soon had them bound in position. With the ladies all busy, I dashed to the head to have a refreshing shower. I'd just finished and slipped into a 'lava-lava', which is the Tahitian form of lower garment now adapted by lots of islanders. A single piece of cloth, wound around, usually in bright color patterns.
After all had had lunch, I decided to take the afternoon watch and told Nick to let 4 of the ladies relax as they wished, but they needed to have at least an hour of sleep. And of course he could invite/order one to his bunk. He did.
WB and I wandered up onto the deck and unlocked the controls, hoist anchor, and raised sail. We were less than 50 miles from out first destination, and I planned to cover that by nightfall. A tropical storm was coming, and I wished to be in a wind-protected harbor by the time it hit. Point "b" had such a natural harbor inside some high ridges; perfect protection.
I had looked forward to spending some quality time with WB. She sit on my lap while I put up sail and got us underweigh, behaving until I got the autopilot programmed and operating. Then I got to pay a little attention to my little Loonie Tune lady (WB. Warner Brothers? Home of Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig? If you're not native to the US, you may not have seen them. If you ARE native to the US and don't know them, you grew up under a rock somewhere. Culturally deprived.)
We both had the chance to explore and play with this and that; shortly we were both ready for more. More was very nice, all three times.
Supper was brought on deck, and I let WB get me a plate of it and feed me while I was still nominally on watch. After the meal, Nick relieved me. This would be a short leg on today's reach, as we were only about an hour from the harbor, and less than two from sunset. I decided the sunset would go on even if I didn't watch it, and went to my cabin to sleep. I was awoken three times that night, first by bisarah, next by BabySub, and finally by Jenny. It was a very pleasant day.
Chuckling softly to herself as she watches as Master Chuck heads off to bed. Poor man has to balance the needs of five women, to do so without causing jealously and still run the ship.
Despite all that he seemed to be more relaxed then she could remember seeing him. The sea air must agree with him, with all of them.
Turning she watches the sunset. The colors so vivid and alive as if the sky and water danced together for a brief moment. Shifting to feel a twinge where several tacks had found their mark she smiles, Ah yes, it was a good day.
Mmm, yes, I have to agree WB. YellowRose does look so appealing right now. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by wannabeXopsed
I also have to agree with YellowRose, it was a good day. Very.. energetic. I'm most surprised that I didn't come last in the race however, as I'm not as fit as I could be. Perhaps a little personal training could be in order..?
Captain Chuck, Sir, you looked most handsome in that 'lava-lava' if I may say. Was that a batik pattern? The cloth was very nice. (a little sucking up never hurts, eh?) The evening entertainment even nicer. :p
::coughs gently:: WB... please, no scrambled eggs with grape jam. I beg you. :help:
OH thank you Captian Chuck Sir, we did enjoy the fun all 3x's and the power you hold over me, it is so much fun, and all torture you gave me, you know how much i love that, standing in front of you exposing myself for your pleasure, and delighting in your full arousal and such stamina, it is amazing.
It is a pleasure to serve you as you take each morsel and lick my fingers, i'm ready for more Sir, lets make it 4x's :D
Ok, babysub, how about some ketchup with those eggs :Tasty: I know some GREEN eggs and HAM. :rofl:
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I had picked this island for several reasons. First, no residents, and no predators. No snakes. Nothing poisonous.
Next, plenty of water, some pretty hills and trees. A 'jungle paradise'. Easy access from a safe harbor. And a deep-water anchorage which served well for transporting some of the things I'd had shipped here.
Thus first thing in the morning, I woke the ladies from well-deserved slumber. The two on breakfast detail got busy, while the rest of us took a morning shower and got ready for the day. I issued the ladies long-sleeved denim shirts, jeans, and ankle-high walking boots, and Nick and I followed suit.
We ate a huge breakfast while watching the beautiful sunrise. Gathering the goodies we'd need for the day, we locked up the ship, set the alarms, and used the lifeboat to head for the beach. I had all the ladies follow Nick and me as we broke trail through the jungle.
Our first stop was a small clearing, next to a little brook. A sturdy set of stocks were in this clearing, with a twist, of course. Picking two ladies at random, I fastened them together, back to back, with a single rope around their waists. The knot was between their backs, and their feet were padlocked into the leg-parts of the stocks. I fastened their hands in front of them with rope, using a knot they would eventually open; likely after chipping some nail polish. The keys for the leg locks were hanging over their heads, frozen in a block of ice. Each was warned not to do anything until signalled, and had a butterfly vibe fastened in place.
Returning to the trail, we continued along. The next clearing had a most unusual, not readily recognizable device. The ladies walked up to it and tried to figure it out. Nick pulled out the goodie bag, and we got busy.
A chain which terminated in a y-shaped yoke hung from an overhead branch. Bamboo formed the bottom of the device, which looked a little like a standard bondage horse. The legs were wide-set, and went into the ground. A set of cables went from the footrest to a couple pipes set in front. Nick was threading a 6" dildo on an upright which rose from the base.
I picked another lady, and lifted her aboard. After fastening her hands to the yoke overhead, I impaled her on the dildo through the crotch hole in her slacks and allowed her feet to rest on the footrest. It spread her quite a bit. The chains from the pipe were fastened to two strong clips, fastened to the back of her areolae through small holes in her shirt. Pushing down with her feet allowed her a little more freedom for her hands, but pulled badly on her breasts. Her wrist keys were laying on the top of the yoke, but she would need to get a few inches more play in her wrist chains by pushing down on the footrest. The wrists would then be loose enough to, just barely, reach the ice cubes containing the keys. A butterfly vibe would keep her interested.
The last two ladies followed Nick and me to the second last clearing. Here we had just a small log, mounted four feet above the ground horizontally. We used some rope to fasten their arms, and cuffs to fasten their legs around the log. Here the keys were in two ice blocks laying right in front of the ladies on the wood, inches from their eyes. We attached another butterfly vibe on these two. I turned on the walkie-talkies which were strapped to each lady's upper arm.
"Hello, ladies. Each of the traps is escapable; just wait for the block of ice to melt. Oh, yes; it's clean ice, so you can drink the drippings. The keys might be a little hard to get at, but it is possible. You may start when your butterflies start vibrating. Just one small problem: you may not help each other, or hinder them either. You will then follow the trail back to the beach. There will be prizes for the first, second, and third to return. The last two will be in for some punishment. Ready, set, go!"
I flipped the remote for the vibes on, and joined Nick on a restful hike through the jungle further along the trail, which wound itself gradually back to the beach.
The ladies had a few surprises waiting for them. I could watch their progress through small cameras at each site. And I had speakers hidden here and there with jungle animal sounds which would advance and retreat.
We worked our way back to the beach, and set up 7 beach chairs. I motored back out to the Sailing Master and got a cooler loaded with chilled juices and GatorAde, along with a few select beers and wine coolers. I slid back onto the beach, and joined Nick in the shady place we had picked, right near the waterfall.
It was time to wait.
The 'scene' I liked the best.. :o
The walk through the wilderness was nice, it had been a while since BabySub had been out and about like that. She appreciated the semi-freedom, and the scenery as well as the brisk walk. Always curious, her mind was trying to figure out where they were going, and why.Quote:
I picked another lady, and lifted her aboard. After fastening her hands to the yoke overhead, I impaled her on the dildo through the crotch hole in her slacks and allowed her feet to rest on the footrest. It spread her quite a bit. The chains from the pipe were fastened to two strong clips, fastened to the back of her areolae through small holes in her shirt. Pushing down with her feet allowed her a little more freedom for her hands, but pulled badly on her breasts. Her wrist keys were laying on the top of the yoke, but she would need to get a few inches more play in her wrist chains by pushing down on the footrest. The wrists would then be loose enough to, just barely, reach the ice cubes containing the keys. A butterfly vibe would keep her interested.
It became obvious when they reached the first clearing, and she pondered the situation her friends were in. Interesting, what was next? Her eyes widened as they reached their next destination, and she saw the 'aparatus' waiting to be used. Her heart hammered, and her cunt twitched as she was grabbed and placed on the dildo, mewing quietly as it slid inside. Legs wide spread, BabySub gasped as the clips were attached, and pinched at her nipples; her breathing hard and laboured. The vibe was put in place, and she saw the keys ontop of the yoke. Blinking, she watched the others as they left, moving onto the next clearing.
Twisting occasionally, BabySub clenched her cunt around the dildo, letting out small cries of anticipation and by then need. She jumped as she heard the voice over the walkie talkie, and listened. The ice by then was starting to melt a little, and BabySub reached out with her tongue and caught a drip. How long would it take to melt completely..? "OOooohhhhh......" as the butterfly started, humming away at her clit. She pressed down slightly on her feet, "Oooouch..!" as her nipples were pulled painfully by the chains, but she realised she got closer to the keys... hmmmm....
Twisting off the lid of a fine Guiness Dark Ale, I take a deep draught and smile as the rich nutty flavor rolls over my tongue. Very cold, ahhh. How can they drink beer warm? Must be an acquired taste.
"Well, Nick, who do you think will be first?"
My First Mate was also enjoying his cold drink, but it was a root beer instead. No drinking and Mate-ing! (pun very intentional).
"I think BabySub will be first."
"How can you say that? She has the hardest predicament to overcome!"
"As the feistiest woman of the five, I really think she can overcome her bondage quicker."
"Perhaps, perhaps. But can she get past the secondary traps? Being first, in this case, does not necessarily mean to win."
He looked at me, puzzled. I hadn't told him about those; what a man does not know, he cannot tell. You never know what might come up in pillowtalk. He would see. I bent down to my haversack and pulled out a small monitor. It was connected to hidden cameras all over the island. We flicked from one to another, and followed the progress of the five women.
The two at the first trap had both gotten their hands free, and had gotten out of the rope binding them together. The keys weren't in their hands yet; the ice hadn't melted enough. They sat and talked to each other rather than cooperating, and likely would lose because of it.
BabySub had figured out her trap; obvious as she grasped at the ice containing the keys. She was suffering tremendously by pushing down on the footrest, her breasts deformed by the mean clips on them. Every now and then, she stopped everything to shudder with another orgasm thanks to the butterfly vibe and the dildo inside her. She frequently unclenched those pussy muscles and would almost crash down; yet she would rise again, punishing herself to get free. Her tanned body ran with rivulets of perspiration, testaments to her struggle. A few small drops of blood stained her top as well, due to the harsh clips there.
The last two ladies were still looking at the ice. They had not yet figured out that their knots could be gotten at by simple cooperation, as they would be accessable to their partners. Here, too, the vibes had done their work; several insects were attracted by their girl-honey on the log.
Suddenly, BabySub's wrists came free! She had gotten the ice melted sufficiently to release the key. A few seconds later she had figured how to dismount the dildo, though her first few steps appeared painful. She was walking a little bow-legged.
Now came an interesting part. Nick and I had laid (ahem) a small bet. I said that BabySub would stop to help her sisters, while Nick had bet against that. The winner got a lead part in the punishments for the contest's loser. And for some of the winners, perhaps, as well.
We watched closely as BabySub looked up and down the trail, trying to figure which way to go. She made up her mind, and returned to the first clearing to assist those two in getting free. Seeing the two chatting, she told them to cooperate on melting the ice or they'd be last to return to the beach! Turning, she dashed uptrail past her tormenting place and on, in search of her other two friends.
Looking at Nick, I smiled and offered him double or nothing that BabySub would still get back first. He stared back at me, ("foolish man!) and nodded.
BabySub located the third clearing, and told the two to untie each other's ropes, then to use their hands or mouths to melt the ice. She made another smart decision then; she continued on the trail, as we had done, figuring (I later learned) that we would have taken the safest way.
Following through on that judgement,she ran along the trail and found the fourth clearing. Scanning the area and finding nothing, she turned to continue along the trail. And ran straight into the quicksand pit I'd had placed there.
Seeing this, Nick exclaimed, "Sneaky bastard, aren't you?" I smiled once again, and offered to add a night in bondage as an additional part of the bet. He gawked at me for a moment, his mouth hanging open in surprise. "Darn right, I'll take that bet!" he said, quickly as though I might withdraw the offer.
The first two ladies had, by this time, gotten completely free. 40 yards or so down the trail, following backwards the way they had come up from the beach, they sprung the second trap and fell through the false trail carpet, and fell down into the ten-foot-deep hole. Although the bottom was padded with soft grasses and thick plants, they were a little stunned and took a few minutes to shake off the shock. They immediately started to climb the sides of the hole, and found the ground there soft and crumbling. They had not learned from the exercise at all, as there were at least three ways to get out. They simply had not tried teamwork.
The final two, had gotten out of the ropes and melted the keys out of the ice blocks. Trying their keys on their leg entrapments, they found neither worked! Another case of poor judgement, as I had promised them they could get themselves back to the beach, and thus it was possible. As a matter of fact, two different ways were available to excape; rather, they laid on the log and cried.
Our heroine, BabySub, had stopped to consider how to get out. She knew not to struggle, as that was the reason most people who were killed in quicksand died. Rather, she gently reached down with the toes of one foot, and searched for the bottom. Her reasoning of the problem was clear; no WAY would I allow one of them to die. Sure enough, she found the bamboo ramp under the sand, swung her other foot down, and simply walked out. Ten yards further along, she found a five gallon water jug, with a pump sprayer. She sluiced herself down to wash off the remaining sand and mud, then grabbed one of the smaller bottles along side. Taking a deep drink to restore herself, she resumed jogging along the trail; eyes sharp for any other traps.
As such, she walked out of the jungle on the far side of the beach, swaggered to the cooler, and selected a tropical fruit wine cooler. Draining it in one swallow, she replaced the empty, turned and knelt in front of me.
Nick's jaw dropped. He *hated* bondage. Heh heh heh. Foolish man, eh?
The ladies from the third clearing were next to arrive. They had missed the quicksand and kept on the trail (which saved them being trapped again; I had six more out there). They too offered respect at my knees, and I allowed them to pick any non-alcoholic beverage from the cooler.
It was nearly two hours later that I sent Nick to rescue the first two. Working independently, they still had not figured how to get out. My First Mate crouched at the side of the hole and suggested that one get on the other's shoulders; she would than find the rope at the side of the hole to extricate the other lady. Or, he offered, just dig together in the same side of the pit; soon it would be a ramp up and out. They followed him back, dirty and disgusted.
"Aha!" I cried. "The prodigals return!" The other three laughed a little, but knew it could just as well have been them.
"What did we learn from this, ladies?"
Long silence, as I had told BabySub to keep still. Finally, one of the last two said, "Teamwork, Sir?"
I smiled at her, and took ten spanks off her punishment.
"Exactly, yellowrose. Teamwork. Both the first and the third traps required teamwork.... but ALL of them could be gotten out from because I TOLD you they were escapable. I know you all needed BabySub's help, as she was the only one to use teamwork to escape... along with her common sense.
"First two, you had already escaped using teamwork from BabySub. Yet you did not think of it when trapped again. Third two, again it took outside help. And it took an hour to figure you could trade keys and open the correct locks to go with the keys. Or, you could have simply slid your legs off the ends; they were outside the mounting posts for the log!
"Thus, to the victors go the spoils. BabySub, you will get to pack the chairs and cooler into the boat, and accompany Nick and me back to Sailing Master.
Second two finishers, I will return for you in the boat. You get to row us back to Sailing Master; no motors for you. Last two? You get to swim back to the ship, and no starting until the second two have reached the ship. You'll also get to wash the dirt off in the ocean, while the other three get onboard showers, and BabySub gets hot water. Oh, last two? You have kitchen duty tonight: I expect dinner on the table in 2 hours. Better swim fast!"
By this time, BabySub already had the cooler in the lifeboat, and was kidding the other four, kindly, about losing. We unceremoniously dumped the other four from the beach chairs, and carried them to the boat.
Another fun day. And what promises to be a fun night as well.
:goldcup: Yay! Heroine BabySub wins! :woohoo:
Tired and dirty, BabySub makes her way back to the lifeboat, and then back to the cruiser itself, looking forward to a hot shower. She still had quicksand in places best not mentioned. Very pleased with herself, she grinned the entire way back, giggling now and then. Back on the cruiser, she helped unpack the things from the lifeboat and stretched on deck. Her crotch and nipples hurt like hell, but it was worth it. She'd been a bit of a naughty sub until then, and it felt good to please her Sirs and Masters for a change.
Falling to her knees, placing her hands in her lap, she looked up and smiled sweetly. "I know you say I won Sirs, but please use this sub however you wish tonight. Once cleaned of course." Bowing her head slightly in respect, she then stood and proceeded to take the chairs and things back where they belonged.
Wow, Chksng, you had fun in that post, eh? lol.