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The Plan

The two women stared at each other wide-eyed.

"Africa?" Jane said, "Does he think we'll just go to 
Africa with him?" She tried to sound angry, but fear 
and confusion made her voice tremble. Biannka placed a 
comforting hand on her shoulder.  

"I have been thinking about an idea." She half 
whispered and looked dubious, "It might not work and 
it could be quite dangerous!" Jane assured her:

"Lay it on me, Biannka. Right now the best plan I have 
heard is going to fucking Senegal with a mad sex-
offender. I am open to all suggestions." Biannka laid 
it on her. It was bold and ingenious, and it was 
assured to piss Lomax off big time if it did not work. 
But it might actually work, Jane realized. The biggest 
problem was avoiding getting caught preparing it. 

"Even presuming the healing pump can compensate for 
moving the cargo around." Jane said, "and we don't tip 
over, we'll probably need an hours worth of work. 
He'll hear or feel or both."

"So we'll have to make sure that he does not." Biannka 
stated. 

'Easy for you to say' Jane thought, 'you are not the 
one who is going to have to entertain him are you? But 
of course." she admitted to herself, ".it wont be me 
either, will it? He'll pick Cathy or Malu or even the 
child, if he hasn't already had her!" Her heart aced 
at the thought of her gentle lover in the grips of 
that predator. Aloud she said:

"I'll talk to the others. Lets get this course 
plotted." When Biannka passed her to get the charts, 
Jane put a hand on her arm and said: 

"If you get us out of this, the job as second mate of 
Neptunia is yours for life." The older woman smiled:

"Thank you, captain! I'll hold you to that!"

By four in the afternoon, Jane had talked to everybody 
and the plan had formed. Cathy had gotten the biggest 
steaks out of the pantry and was preparing a real 
feast with wine, two courses and massive amounts of 
food. They were betting that he had not had a decent 
meal in quite a while and would eat and drink too 
much. He probably would not be daft enough to get 
drunk or anything, but even delayed reactions would 
help.

For whatever reason Malu and Shirlynn were in the 
passenger's quarters, talking too loud and not exactly 
in their own voices. On the bridge Isi was attempting 
to have a conversation with Lomax. He had requested 
her presence, apparently believing that the others 
would behave as long at he had a hostage. In a way he 
was even right. Ultimately, the plan could not 
commence if they were not all together for it. 

Jane was in the engine-room running a complete check 
on the healing pump from hydraulic pressure to manual 
override. It was working at peek efficiency and should 
be able (as was its function) to shift ballast fast 
enough to compensate for the movement of the cargo, 
thus keeping them level in the water.

Biannka was checking the cargo. She banged her fist 
against the sides of the crates. They were large 
wooden crates of a very sturdy build and weighed about 
1.200 pounds each. Stacked two and two, there was less 
than 7 inches between the top one and the main deck 
(which of course was the ceiling down here). It seemed 
perfect. Naturally, a million things could still go 
wrong: He could hear or feel her working on the 
crates, in which case he would probably bash her head 
in. Or he could decide not to go look for them, in 
which case they would look really stupid, with their 
trap all set and lying in hiding. They'd just have to 
hope for the best, she guessed. 

When dinner came they were as ready as they were ever 
going to be. Lomax ate more than any of them had ever 
seen one man consume - admittedly most of them did not 
have much of a reference, but still. On top of that he 
drank more than an entire bottle of wine. When dinner 
was done, if anything, he just appeared refreshed. 

"That." Lomax said and smacked his lips, "was one of 
the best meals I've ever had! I almost feel like 
making the cook happy in return, but that will have to 
wait a little." He rose and reached out to Maul, who 
stood and took the offered hand.

"We don't want to be disturbed!" He said, as he pulled 
Malu out of the room, "You behave now!"

They had known that this was coming and had agreed 
that whoever got picked would have to entertain him 
for at least an hour, to give Biannka time to set the 
trap. They had not discussed what to do if she got 
picked herself (she was the only crewmember who had 
the nessary prowess with the forklift to even attempt 
the reshuffle of the crates) -past forty and not 
beautiful by any conventional standard, the chances 
that he would pick her were considered slim at best. 
Even Shirlynn was taken into confidence, everyone 
hoping that she would not be the one picked (though 
after their talk, Jane felt almost sure that Lomax had 
already licked that particular pot of honey).  

Biannka rose the second the door shut behind Lomax and 
his victim of the hour:

"I will need someone to call the distances." she said 
and left without waiting for the election. Isi jumped 
from her seat and followed Biannka saying that she 
would handle it. The remaining three began clearing 
the table more to pass the time than anything else.

The minute the door closed, Malu changed. She pulled 
away from him and sat down on the bunk, straightening 
her back to show off a pair of very nice, well-formed 
breasts. Her attitude was that of a person who was in 
complete control and indeed that was how she felt. 
Among women she often felt immature and daft, but here 
she was on her home-turf. Men, she had always felt, 
were her special area of expertise!

"I was hoping you would pick me." she said and curled 
one of her light red locks around her index finger. 
Lomax had gone to the corner for a beer but jerked his 
head up and looked over at her at that. She smiled: 

"We have been out for weeks! A girl gets urges, you 
know?!" Malu claimed and removed her T-shirt. She was 
wearing her best underwear, a dark brown and flimsy 
thing that was exactly the right shade for her fair 
skin. When she looked up again Lomax was staring wide-
eyed at her ample breasts and she knew that she had 
him right where she wanted him. Basically she had 
never met a man who would not rather receive than 
take, and apparently Lomax was no exception. If you 
could pretend to give it up freely and maybe even like 
it, you could make them do anything. 

Anyway they 'had' been at sea for 10 days and a girl 
'did' get urges. The guy was build like an Olympic 
athlete and wanted to get down - she was all with 
that. 

Lomax was shedding the ridicules costume and moving to 
the bed. When he got there, he almost stabbed her in 
the throat with his all but fully erect dick and took 
a large swig from his beer. Things were moving way too 
fast - it would never take an hour that way - and she 
would get no release. She slipped sideways away from 
his meat-dagger and stood. 

"Can I have a beer too? I am a little dry." she said, 
already moving for the corner with the beer. He made a 
'suit yourself gesture' and pouted a little. She 
smiled back at him: 

"Why don't you lay down and get comfortable?" Still 
clearly feeling put down he did. His erection had 
dwindled a little. Opening her beer Malu eyed it 
worriedly; she liked her meat strong and big and was 
not impressed yet. Still, it was what she had to work 
with, so it would have to do. 

She drank form her beer and put it down on the floor 
at the end of the bunk and knelt. His feet were less 
than clean. There was nothing on board that he could 
have used for shoes and he had walked around barefoot 
all day. She skipped over his feet and planted a wet 
kiss on his left ankle. At that exact time she felt 
and faintly heard the movement of the forklift in the 
cargo area. Naturally she was expecting it, waiting 
for it even, but she could not believe that he did not 
register it! She increased her pace a little and 
kissed her way up his right and left leg faster than 
she would have normally done. 

Apparently what she did do was good enough for him. 
When she reached his crotch, he was back at full mast. 
He was quite long, but not as thick as Malu liked 
them. A lightly pungent smell rose from him and Malu 
quickly jumped to her feet and ran to the sink by the 
door. He eyed her suspiciously as she wetted a towel 
and returned to the bunk. She gave him the basic 
rubdown; cock-head, testicles and asshole. Then she 
sniffed experimentally, threw the towel away, smiled 
up at him and planted a big kiss on the purple head. 

She then widened her mouth and took him in. She was 
immediately forgiven for her tardiness. He moaned and 
jerked his hips from the word go. She sucked him 
directly into her mouth and played with the cock-head 
with her tongue. Then she almost let him out, released 
suction and teased him lightly with her teeth. Sucking 
him in again she bobbed her head hard and fast like a 
sprint. 

When that almost had him cumming, she let him fall out 
and licked his shaft and balls while she masturbated 
him with slow deliberate stokes. She alternated like 
this for minutes on end, until finally he was 
breathing hard and getting more persisting in his 
movements. She grabbed the base of his cock hard 
enough to get his attention:

"If I lets you come in my mouth," she said, "will you 
be able to get it up again soon?" He nodded quickly 
and enthusiastically, closed his eyes and tilted his 
head back again. She would have chanced it anyway. 
There was no way that she could spend an hour with the 
guy if he could only come once. In her experience all 
men could be 'resurrected' within 5-10 minutes if they 
had not worked to get off. Needless to say, her 
statistical evidence for this assumption was somewhat 
tainted; she had never tried it on anyone older than 
29!

She took him as deep as she could and did another 
short sprint. This time when he started jerking, she 
let him come. His semen had a nice, almost sweet taste 
to it. Malu was a natural come-lover, but even she had 
never had anything like it. It went down like 
chocolate-cream. 

He lay still for a while and she just drank from her 
beer and enjoyed the sheer massiveness of his beauty. 
When she lit a cigarette he opened his eyes and smiled 
at her. They shared the cigarette in silence. She let 
her hand play lightly on his colossal thigh and even 
before the cigarette was gone, he was more or less 
ready again.

What would really have got her going at that point was 
a long-lasting, rough cunt-licking, but her female 
instincts told her that Lomax was not that kind of a 
guy. Instead she pushed him down on his back and sat 
on his cock - locking it between his stomach and her 
sex.  She then proceeded to grate her clitoris against 
the entire length of his cock. Adjusting the angle a 
little she covered him with her abundant juices 
(sucking cock would always get her wet) and resumed 
the rubbing. 

Keeping their sexes together she lowered her lips to 
his and they kissed. One deep kiss was all he got. He 
badly needed to brush his teeth and kissed too roughly 
for her tastes. Instead she placed the palms of her 
hands on his massive chest, rose from his cock and 
caught it with her vagina when it tilted upwards. 

She pushed down on it and sighed deeply as it 
penetrated her. This was exactly what she had needed. 
She ground her pelvis against his and felt him banging 
roughly against her uterus. Rising and falling she 
soon found a good rhythm. Her inner lips were 
unusually large and meaty and every time she rose on 
his dick she felt them dragging along his shaft. She 
had had that sensation before of course, but the 
length of his dick made it especially wild. 

Now totally lost in the moment, her movements got less 
deliberate and faster. Digging her sharp and strong 
nails into his chest she almost drew blood. Her pace 
was now controlled solely by her oncoming orgasm. 
Despite his impressive length she almost lost contact 
with him twice. Then it hit her. She thrust herself 
down at him hard once, went totally rigid and 
screamed. Her cunt-muscles worked up and down his 
shaft while she came and came, but having just spewed 
his load, he held back. Finally she relaxed her steel-
grip on his chest and sunk off him onto the bunk. 

She had no idea how long they had been at it, but even 
before she went into overdrive, she felt the movement 
in the cargo bay stopping. She was sure that it had 
been at least 5 minutes since the last trip of the 
forklift. It was time to move. She took a swig of the 
beer and lit another cigarette. One drag she took, and 
then she gave it to Lomax and lay with her right arm 
and leg across him, caressing his chest. 

"That was great!" she whispered in his ear. "I don't 
know what you fancy, but I would really love for you 
to finish up in my ass if you like!" A sudden 
stiffness told her, that she had his undivided 
attention. 

"You would? Great." She said. Then the gamble:

"Only I have to clear out the canal, if you know what 
I mean. There is a hose in the other bathroom. I would 
be 5 minutes tops!" He did and said nothing for maybe 
10 seconds during which she fought to act and breathe 
normally. Then he nodded:

"Hurry up then." She rose and quickly slipped into 
panties and T-shirt, blew him a kiss and went 
unhurried (she hoped) out the door. 

The trip down the stairs and along the corridor was 
one of the longest she had ever made. She did not dare 
to run, lest she fell, but finally reached door to the 
cargo bay. Inside the entire gang was waiting. 

"Are you OK?" Jane asked even as she pulled her 
through a tight crevice between two stacks of crates. 
Malu told her that she was fine and joined the others 
by the outer hull. Quickly activating the forklift 
Biannka backed the stack of two crates back towards 
the group. When the crates were level with the other 
crates she stopped and almost, but not quite lowered 
the stack. Then she turned of the forklift. They had 
to hope that Lomax would not notice the discrepancy of 
half an inch in height. There would not be time for 
both turning the forklift on 'and' raising the stack.

The trap was set. 

There were 5 feet from the wall to the row of crates; 
just enough to accommodate the forklift. At this end 
of the passage the crates were stacked against the 
wall and at the other end it narrowed in to just a 
couple of inches from the outer hull. On the other 
side the crates were stacked in the same fashion, 
creating a narrow corridor by the door that widened 
out further down the 45 feet long cargo bay. In this 
fashion they had created an area up front that could 
not be surveyed from the door or by moving less than 
halfway down the corridor. 

They were hoping that Lomax would walk down this 
corridor, allowing them to box him in with the two 
massive crates on the forklift. 

"How long do you think?" Cathy whispered to Malu, who 
was shivering next to her. 

"He 'really' wanted me back." Malu said and in the 
darkness Cathy could hear her smiling "can't be long 
now."

Exactly on cue there was the loud bang of a door being 
hit with the improvised club. Lomax also yelled 
something threatening but he was still too far away 
for them to make sense of his threats.

"OK" Jane whispered to Shirlynn who had been put in 
charge of the tape recorder, "Turn on and let go!" 
Malu and Shirlynn had produced a tape recording that 
was basically human noise. It was designed to convince 
Lomax that there really was somebody at the end of the 
passage. Shirlynn hit 'play' and let go of the small 
square recorder. A length of sting went from it to the 
top of the last most crate. The recorder swung 
downward and outward until it ended up outside the 
narrow passage where, hopefully, it would sound to 
Lomax like several woman discussing. 

They all held their breath. Lomax was slowly and 
methodically making his way down the corridor checking 
quarter by quarter, storage room by storage room. All 
the while he was banging his stick and yelling 
obscenities. When he finally reached the cargo bay, he 
was so mad, that all the finer points of their plan 
were void.

The door flew open and he stormed down the corridor. 
It all went so fast that he had reached the end and 
found the cassette recorder before Biannka even had 
time to react. An angry roar and the sound of the 
recorder shattering accompanied the sudden rumble for 
the forklift as Biannka finally threw the switch and 
accelerated the heavy crates.

Lomax had less than two seconds to register the 
situation and react on it. He was 30 feet away from 
the rapidly diminishing gap and still he almost made 
it! Had Biannka reacted half a second slower, he would 
have gotten through. Instead he crashed against the 
side of the two crates with his entire weight, 
actually tipping them and the forklift backwards. The 
top crate touched the roof and tipped back down. 
Biannka immediately released the fork placing the 
crates firmly on the deck.

Roaring Lomax crashed into the crates again, but even 
he could not move the 2.400 pounds of sturdy wooden 
crates; there just was a kind of a wet 'thud'. With 
that he suddenly fell silent. The woman did not dare 
to move - the gigantic pressure of the past 10 hours 
was taking its toll and they simply did not dare to 
believe that their tormentor had been contained. Cathy 
was the first to snap out of it.

"Somebody should be on the bridge!" she said. Jane 
nodded and found Isi's eyes in the semi darkness.

"Isi, please take the helm." Jane said. Isi moved for 
the door immediately, but Jane caught her arm, "Under 
the main access-panel of the radio two fuses are 
missing. Replace them, and put out a general distress 
call." Isi gave the briefest nod and hurried away.

At the same time Biannka killed the engine of the 
forklift. In the sudden silence they could hear Lomax 
moving around in his improvised cage. Now and then he 
banged his stick against crates or hull, but already 
appeared resigned to his fate. Biannka got off the 
forklift and put a hand on Jane's shoulder. On 
Biannka's other side Cathy put her arm around her and 
pulled Shirlynn into the huddle. Soon a group-hug 
developed. 

They were still hugging when the first blow hit. The 
noise was incredible. It resonated around the steel-
hull of the Neptunia and was still there when the 
second blow hit. Jane and Biannka looked at each 
other.

"I don't think that Lomax wants to go to France." 
Biannka said. Jane stared at her in incomprehension 
for a second, then she said:

"But how? With what?" She looked at nothing, thinking 
hard. Then, "Jesus! The old loading hatch." They all 
looked at her.

"He is banging the old loading hatch. Is probably 
using the batten!" Jane explained, "But it doesn't 
make sense! It is welded shut. There is no way he 
could." At that time she was cut short by a sudden 
freezing sensation by her feet. She looked down at 
them, but her overworked nerves did not allow her to 
identify what she saw.

"Captain," Biannka said in a slow and insisting voice, 
"would the old hatch be below sea level with this 
load?" Jane looked up at her and down at her feet and 
finally back up at Biannka. 

"Jesus, Mary and Josef!" Jane whispered, "He is 
sinking my ship!" She flung herself at the crates that 
separated her from Lomax and screamed:

"You are sinking my ship, you insane psychopath! We'll 
all die!" Biannka grabbed her by the shoulders and 
moved her toward the door. Shirlynn, Cathy and Malu 
were right behind them. The water was rising rapidly 
in the cargo bay but had not yet spilled over into the 
main corridor yet. Malu quickly closed and locked the 
door. It was not designed to withstand pressure and 
was not watertight. It would not buy them much time. 

"Get to the main deck." she called to the three 
youngsters, taking control where the captain could 
not, "If he gets through that hatch I want you to make 
damn sure that he doesn't get back on board. Clubber 
him if you must!" They rushed away immediately, Cathy 
hesitating to cast one quick worried glance at Jane. 
Biannka knelt by Jane's side:

"I have to go to Isidora now. Can I leave you here?" 
she said clearly worried about the younger woman. Jane 
made a hand gesture indicating that she would be fine. 
Biannka was not so sure, but had no time to discuss it 
and rushed away to the bridge. Jane remained on the 
floor, staring wide-eyed at nothing, trying to get her 
mind around their impossible situation. A little later 
a huge groaning noise indicated that the superhuman 
giant had finally broken open the antiquated hatch.

Biannka reached the bridge in a short time and found 
Isi at the helm looking worried. 

"What is going on down there." Isi asked, "She's gone 
all sluggish and is responding weirdly to the rudder." 
Biannka did not answer immediately.

"Isidora," she said, "Did you place that distress 
call? Please say you didn't!"

"I didn't. I had no time! Haven't even replaced the 
fuses." Isi's brow furrowed, "Bin, what the fuck is 
going on?" Biannka moved to the controls and quickly 
turned all emergency pumps on. Then she activated the 
ballast pumps, shedding all possible ballast-water in 
order to raise the boat in the water. It would 
probably not bring the old hatch out of the water, but 
it had to do.

"He's banged a hole in the starboard bow. We are 
taking water into the cargo bay." Biannka explained, 
"That's the point about the distress call. If he gets 
out, we might have to kill him! Can't have people come 
looking for him after that." At precisely that moment 
a long groaning noise was heard all thorough the ship. 
Lomax was in the water!

On the main deck Shirlynn, Malu and Cathy were ready 
for him. Shirlynn was holding the sorry remains of the 
stool that Lomax tore apart; the other two held 
boathooks at the ready. He was naked again when he 
slipped into the water. The second he emerged Shirlynn 
lost her nerve and threw the busted up stool at him. 
It flew well over and past him, doing no damage. 

He ignored them and swam directly for the life raft, 
which the Neptunia was still dragging. Cathy and Malu 
raced him to the ropes. As he reached the raft they 
were already frantically cutting at the ropes. He 
slipped into the raft and strangely just sat there 
watching them as them cut him loose. Once free the 
life raft quickly fell behind the Neptunia, which was 
still under power.

Absurdly Lomax got up to the canvas and waved at three 
women on the main deck. Malu felt a crazy urge to wave 
back at him, but fought it down. Soon the life raft 
was just an orange speck on the horizon. Lomax had 
left them.

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Epilogue 

They did not sink. Dumping ballast and pumping water 
out of the cargo bay eventually raised the hatch above 
the waterline. After that they were able to pull the 
hatch shut and batten it down. It was not watertight 
anymore, but the pumps were easily able to combat the 
light trickle. The pumps were designed to operate 
constantly, but taking no chances Jane Street called 
in their position and the situation with the hatch the 
next day. 

She stated that cargo had shifted in rough weather and 
caused the damage. Even when the Neptunia was in dry 
dock in France and the workers insisted that 'no way 
could cargo do that', Jane and her crew were adamant. 
It seemed even stranger when the captain insisted that 
the hatch be replaced with solid steel plates, which 
was more than four times as expensive as unbending and 
welding the hatch.

No one ever called Shirlynn 'Rich kid' again and when 
her mother forgave her and called her home, she stayed 
on the Neptunia for two extra trips and got off in 
Canada. More than a year went by before she showed up 
back at her mothers. But that is an entirely different 
story.

When the Neptunia disappeared on the horizon, Lomax 
zipped the canvas, lay back and was soon drifting off 
to sleep. A new ship would come along soon. One always 
did.


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