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 The Admirable Crichton

   Chapter 1

   7 months earlier.

   The luxury 60ft catamaran eased gently away from the pontoon with the
jet thrusters making light work of the wind trying to blow it back against
the harbour wall.  What a wonderful thing technology was, mused Bill
Crichton, skipper of the Singular, one of the most advanced sailing vessels
in the world.  Although, thought Bill as he edged the massive twin hulled
boat out into the channel, with the pace of development for the Americas
Cup boats it was almost like F1 car racing and this boat would be seen as
archaic in a few years, maybe even months.

   Singular was one of only a few boats in the world using airfoils instead
of soft sails giving it high performance and the ability to set and manage
the trim of the boat by computer from the cockpit.  Despite the complexity
it was very easy to sail but noe of the few skippers around the world with
experience of these boats were going to admit to that as they didn't want
the mystique to be blown away.  Especially not Bill Crichton, an unreformed
but functioning alcoholic!

   Drinking and sailing could be a recipe for disaster and his recent
career was littered with near misses and bent boats and he had even once
run aground on an ebbing tide.  The latter was a definite no-no and a
public humiliation as he was out there for several hours for the entire
world to see as he waited for the tide to return.  He was fortunate to have
this gig and he knew it but did wonder how it had happened so quickly.  His
normal jobs these days were much more prosaic as he was a `skipper for
hire' ferrying boats from one port to another and given his reputation, the
quality of boat was normally significantly lower than Singular. 
Fortunately for him he was the only skipper with airfoil experience within
2 hours flying time of Samoa, when the regular skipper was mugged and
beaten up very badly just when the owner's wife wanted to use the boat.

   He had been briefly introduced to his passengers as they had come aboard
in the late afternoon amid a flurry of paparazzi.  They were currently
below in their cabins whilst they left port not wishing to give the
photographers any more opportunity.  A small motor vessel containing some
photographers was shadowing them all the way out to sea but would soon turn
back as the light was fading and the pacific swells would discourage those
with a delicate constitution.

   Bill's thoughts were interrupted by a nudge to his arm and a quiet
voice.

   "Dad, here's your tea."

   He turned to look at his daughter, Tanya, tall, beautiful and lithe,
dressed in cut off shorts and a bikini top as she held out the battered
mug. He looked enquiringly at her as he took it.

   "No, there's nothing in it.  You promised you wouldn't!"

   "Yes, I did sweetheart.  I don't want to fuck this gig up do I?  This
could be the kick start my career needs.  But it won't be easy to ....."

   His voice tailed away as he thought of the ramifications of staying
sober for the two weeks allotted to the voyage.  His daughter squeezed his
arm.  "I'll help, Dad, but I'll try not to nag.  I know how hard it has
been for you since Mum died but you won't find her in the bottom of a
bottle. ....  Oh god, I said I wouldn't nag and I've started already!"

   Bill's downward spiral had started when his wife had been killed in a
car crash 5 years previously, ironically the fault of a drunk driver, when
Bill was away skippering a yacht in a round-the-world race.  He had
contemplated giving up the sea and becoming a full-time dad but Tanya had
insisted he continue to do what he loved.  Fortunately, the insurance
payout was enough to pay for Tanya to attend an exclusive boarding school
at home in the UK so Bill continued to ply his trade around the world's
oceans.  She would join him for most of the school holidays and had become
a proficient sailor herself as she helped crew whichever boat he was on at
the time.  She noticed the progressive change in her father each time she
met him as he slipped further into the comfort of alcohol.  He was still a
good looking man with a towering physical presence at well over 6 foot and
220lbs of muscle with skin burnished by the sun and wind and his Caribbean
ancestry.  Physically he appeared to be doing ok but she knew that he was
depressed and some of his mental faculties were being eroded by drink.

   Tanya, looked around at the boat and silently prayed that he didn't fuck
it up as he hadn't done so badly for a lad from a London council estate who
left school at 16 with very little in the way of qualifications.  She would
help him all she could whilst she was with him but would be heading back to
the UK to start university in 8 weeks so what happened after that was up to
him.

   Bill looked at Tanya and tried, unsuccessfully, not to stare at her
body, the delightful swell of her breasts contained in the string bikini
and the curve of her arse in the tight cut-offs.  He couldn't get over how
much she had changed physically since he had seen her 6 months ago at
Christmas, she had filled out in all the right places and was now a truly
stunning girl with dark, almond shaped eyes and a café-au-lait complexion,
a result of his and her white mother's genes with the whole greater than
the sum of the parts.

   Tanya felt him gazing at her and noticed that he was checking her out
like most men would, not in a fatherly way at all!  Her nipples
involuntarily hardened at the thought of her dad finding her attractive.

   "Dad, you're staring and there's a course change coming up!" Her voice
interrupted his reverie and he looked guiltily away.

   "Sorry, you should put your uniform polo shirt on, you're distracting
like that" he replied and then wondered why he'd said it.  It was true but
he shouldn't be perving on his own daughter!

   "I'm your daughter you lecherous git, not some back alley hooker you go
to when I'm back in the UK!" she laughed back at him.

   He looked at her, startled, and began to protest.

   "I have been with no-one since your mother died let alone a hooker. 
Anyway, you are my daughter that gives me some right to appreciate how
you've grown up into a beautiful woman.  Now put your shirt on as we don't
want Ms.  Sheremtova to feel like second best!"

   "As if!" she laughed, but was secretly pleased that he had said it.  She
also wondered why her nipples had hardened as he had looked at her that way
and said she was a distraction.  However, if it brought him out of his
depression she would have to flash him more often.  She decided to move the
conversation back to the passengers.

   "What do you think of her?  I thought she looked absolutely stunning and
the two kids look just like her.  They'll both have members of the opposite
sex drooling over them as they get older.  Maybe some of the same sex as
well!"

   Bill reflected for a moment.

   "Did you see her eyes?  Cold as ice and dead to the soul.  Yes, the kids
look good but can they survive their upbringing?  Privileged childhood
normally leads to disaster." He observed before continuing in a lighter
vein.

   "So if they attract both sexes are you going for the boy or girl?" his
laughter drained away as he saw Tanya's blush erupting.

   "Sorry, sweetheart, bad joke but it wouldn't bother me if you played for
the opposition ....  You don't do you ....?"

   By now, he too was blushing furiously but he kept talking, trying to
fill the space.

   "Sorry .....  open mouth ...  insert foot ...."

   Tanya started to giggle at his discomfort.

   "No, Dad, I don't play for the other side.  I'm very much on your side."

   She looked up at his eyes so he could see the love in them and hugged
him, resting her head on his chest before releasing him, reached up and
kissed him on the cheek.

   "Love you, Dad."

   She went below to get changed wondering why she had added the comment
about being on his side with the statement about her own sexuality.  As she
went down into the main stateroom below the cockpit area she saw the other
two crew members, Mitch Cadell and Tony Fitch on their way up on deck.  She
shuddered inwardly as she passed them feeling very uncomfortable as they
had done nothing but letch at her and make inappropriate comments since
they had arrived on board with the passengers.  They were part of the
regular crew and had made it clear that they were less than happy about the
quality of the new skipper with several snide comments passed about hoping
they didn't run aground and unfunny jokes about avoiding jetty walls.  Her
father's reputation had preceded him but he had done his best to let the
comments wash over him without reacting.

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   Nadia Sheremtova stood in her small but opulent cabin clad only in a
satin robe looking at herself in the full length mirror wondering what on
earth she was doing.  When her publicist and lawyer had suggested getting
away somewhere really remote for a few days to avoid the worst of the
publicity surrounding the divorce she had no idea that they meant this
remote!  Given the circumstances they had not managed to get approval from
her husband's lawyers to use his 250ft luxury motor yacht currently in the
Caribbean.  In some respects that was not a bad thing as it would have been
a paparazzi magnet and far too accessible from land by helicopter.  The
Singular had been the best option and surprisingly, Carson had agreed to it
after a few days.

   She'd never been on a yacht before apart from one scene in her first
film where she had played the part of a drug runner's girlfriend.  It
hadn't been much of a part she mused, just wear a bikini and look sexy! 
Much like the young crew member, Tanya, she had been introduced to as they
arrived on board.  She looked good enough to eat and the thought of diving
between those beautiful legs and tasting her pussy made Nadia's own pussy
spasm and her clit hardened.  She opened the robe and let her right hand
drop to cup her mons and she lazily circled her extended clit feeling her
pussy moisten at the thought of Tanya's dark head between her own pale
thighs.  Ooh, this voyage could be just what she needed, some girl-on-girl
action as a contrast to the pain of her most recent relationship with a
man. What a cruel, perverted bastard he had turned out to be and she
thought back to the last time she had seen him.

   She had been away filming in Spain but because of various production
problems the producers had sent the cast home 2 days early and she had
decided to surprise Carson by arriving unannounced at their Malibu mansion.
The limo had dropped her off as it was getting dark and she had let herself
into the house and called out to announce her presence but got no reply. 
Guessing it must be the maid's night off she dropped her stuff in the hall
and was about to go upstairs when she heard a voice coming from Carson's
study so moved down the corridor towards the partially open door.  As she
got closer the angry tone and content of his words made her pause and
listen.

   "Now, kids, one of you or maybe both of you are responsible for breaking
the vase, Ming dynasty by the way so not cheap shit which is easily
replaced, and won't own up to it.  I find that unacceptable behaviour and
if your mother was here she would agree with me.  What she might not agree
with is the punishment I'm going to mete out until one of you admits to
it."

   Nadia pushed the door open slightly wider and gasped in shock as she saw
her 15-year old twins, Chloe and Lance, each leaning forward over the back
of an armchair with their hands tied behind their backs, their feet bound
and a gag across their mouths.  To make it worse they were both naked from
the waist down and Carson was idly flicking their bare bums with a riding
crop.  She pushed the door open with a crash.

   "What the fuck do you think you are doing to my children?"

   Carson turned at the intrusion and his eyes widened in shock as he
realised who it was but recovered his poise quickly.

   "Ah, Nadia my dear, I'm just about to dispense some overdue discipline
on these uncontrollable children of yours.  You won't do it so I feel that
I should."

   The two teenagers started to scream through their gags and tried to
stand up but Carson pushed them back down.  Nadia screamed at him to stop
and stormed towards him and started slapping him but he ducked and slapped
her hard across the face so that her head rang and she slumped to the
floor, semi-conscious.  She was vaguely aware of him man-handling her and
as her mind regained clarity she realised that she was bent over the long
couch with her hands tied behind her back in a similar position to the
twins but without a gag.  Her long white-blonde hair fell around her and
she could not see what he was doing or Chloe or Lance but she could hear
them sobbing.

   "Look, Carson, let me up and we can talk about this."

   "No, sorry Nadia, the time for talking passed a long time ago.  We don't
agree on simple things like discipline so I need to take charge and
discipline you all."

   "If you think you are going to beat me or the kids with a riding crop
you might just as well ring your lawyer now and tell him to get ready for
the biggest divorce case the world has seen."

   "Yes, I thought that might be the case so I decided that I may as well
go out with a bang, so to speak!  Our marriage has been a bit of a sham
although we have both benefited from it publicity wise but we've not really
enjoyed mutual harmony in the bedroom so to speak."

   "Yes, mainly because you seem to think that bondage is normal behaviour
and ..."

   Carson cut her off before she could continue.

   "And you are as cold as ice!  A blow-up doll would give more response
than you do.  No wonder your first husband said famously that you give so
much in your acting that you have nothing left for your family."

   "That's not true; I love my children and have given them everything they
could possibly want."

   "Except your company!" shouted Carson.  "You have been away for their
birthday for the last two years and given that you only have one day a year
between two kids it shouldn't be that difficult to arrange.  You're the
star, make sure it is in your contract you cold, heartless bitch."

   The barbs hit home and Nadia started to sob silently and Carson
continued.

   "So, where were we?  Ah yes, I'm going to punish you and spare the
children and I'll get some enjoyment from it but for you it will be nothing
more than a pain in the arse!" his laughter was mocking and slightly
hysterical.

   "Actually, I think the kids should see this up close and personal so to
speak."

   Nadia could feel movement on the sofa and realised that the twins had
been positioned either side of her but she could just see their legs on the
cushions so realised they were facing the other way with their heads over
the back.

   "Now hold still I've got a sharp knife here and I wouldn't want to
damage your next photo opportunity."

   She went rigid as she felt the cold metal of the knife blade inserted
into the waistband of her leather trousers between her buttocks and then a
sharp jerk and the seam gave way.  His hands pulled the cut flaps of the
trousers further apart and down her legs to her ankles.

   "I guess that's about $1000 of trousers gone but I'm sure you can afford
some more.  I can't be arsed to remove your boots so we'll just have to go
like this, although that $150 thong will have to go."

   With one swift movement of the knife the string between her buttocks was
severed.  She wondered what her punishment was going to be but assumed that
he wasn't going to hurt her as he had the opportunity with the knife

   "Even at the age of 42 you still do have the most glorious arse, I can
see why the red-carpet shots are of you walking away from the cameras.  Now
this is going to be a bit cold so don't flinch as it will make it easier
for you in the end.  He he!  See what I did there kids!"

   With that he thrust his middle finger covered with some sort of
lubricant through the unsuspecting ring of muscle that was Nadia's anus. 
She screamed, her back arched and her head came back and she tried to stand
but Carson's hand in the small of her back pushed her back down again.  She
started ranting at him.

   "No, not there, take it out, that's disgusting, it hurts, please Carson,
stop it."

   He leant forward putting all of his upper body weight on her back
twisting his finger in and out through her violated anus and whispered in
her ear.

   "No, Nadia, I've wanted your arse from the moment we first met and I
thought by marrying you I would have free access to this glorious body. 
That's not turned out quite as I had expected as we've had sex 14 times in
five years and only once in the last 6 months.  See, I have been keeping
score.  There have been 152 suggestions of sex from me in the last 3 years
and none from you.  A one-sided relationship wouldn't you say and one that
will be used in my divorce claim?  Anyway now I'm going to take what's
mine. Oh, and by the way I've dosed on Viagra and delay-spray so I'm good
to go!"

   "No, I beg you, please don't ...urghh!"

   Her voice was cut short as he thrust the remnants of her thong into her
mouth.  It wasn't much of a gag but she struggled to spit out the slinky
material.

   He stood up again, removing his finger and she heard the rustle of his
trousers falling down and the snap of the elastic of his underpants.  She
heard muffled gasps from the two children and then his feet shuffling
across the floor.  She tensed herself to repel the invasion of her anus
that she knew was coming but instead he clasped her hips and dropped his
head lower and gently rimmed her rosebud with his tongue.  She was startled
by the gentleness of it all and was surprised to find that her muscles
relaxed.  He felt the change in her and stiffened his tongue and pushed it
against her puckered sphincter which gave way allowing him to penetrate in
through her anus.  This caused her hips to jerk involuntarily forcing his
chin against her pussy lips and clit.  The stubble on his chin coupled with
the stimulation of his tongue on the hitherto untouched erogenous nerve
endings around and in her anus suddenly transmitted itself to other parts
of her body and she felt her clit and nipples hardening.

   How can this be turning me on, she thought, its rape and yet I love the
feel of his tongue on my arse.

   Nadia had no experience of anal sex and none of her partners, male or
female, had ever pushed it onto the agenda.  However, Carson now appeared
to have put it at the top of his!

   She felt him withdraw his tongue and with a gentle lick around her
rosebud he stood and pressed the head of his cock against her lubricated
puckered anus.  She sobbed and ranted through the gag and clenched her
buttocks as tightly as she could but she could feel the invading organ
starting to make progress as the muscular ring started to fail.  Eventually
her sphincter deformed and the head of his cock slipped in with a jerk. 
She screamed at the sudden searing pain and tried to pull forward to
dislodge him but she was trapped between the back of the couch and his body
weight on her back.  She felt his hands move to grasp her buttocks and pull
them apart so her arsehole opened more and with that he thrust harder into
her.  The long burning sensation as the whole of his fat, 6 inch, Viagra
strengthened cock thrust through her defenceless anus was too much and
elicited an even louder scream as she threw her head back and wailed.

   "That's what you call `balls deep' I think" said Carson in a
matter-of-fact tone and she realised that she could feel his scrotum
against her pussy.  He grasped her long hair and pulled her head back even
further and leaned forward to speak into her ear again as she moaned and
groaned into the gag.

   "Well, well!  Look at that, Lance has got a boner from the sight of his
mother being fucked in the arse.  You never know, he might do it to you the
next time now you've got the taste."

   With her hair pulled away from her eyes she could now see the lower
torsos and legs of her children on either side of her.  Carson twisted her
head so her eyes were directed towards her son's groin.  Despite Lance's
attempts to twist away from her and hide it she could see he was fiercely
erect and this sent twin emotions running through her.  How could he get
excited at his mother's humiliation and yet another part of her brain was
appraising what a nice big cock he had.

   She twisted her head further around to see his face but his head was
below the back of the sofa so she twisted the other way to look at Chloe
who was looking at her with fear and pain in her tearful eyes.  Nadia tried
to smile bravely at her until Carson pulled on her hair again and her head
was pulled straight.  He put the other hand on her lower back and slowly
withdrew his cock back through her anal ring.  The burning sensation caused
her to moan again but quieter this time as she was now stretched open which
helped when his inward stroke was a thunderous pile driver which caused her
buttocks to quiver as his hips crashed into her.

   "Jesus Nadia, your arse is just as tight and warm and sexy as I've
dreamed about all these years.  Next time I see those rear end photos on
you on the red carpet I'll give myself a hand-job as I remember this
moment."

   With that he started to pound into her with all his strength and she was
buffeted backwards and forwards with his thrusting strokes, the smack of
his thighs against her buttocks and the occasional farting noise were the
soundtrack to her humiliation.

   She tried to disconnect herself from the physical pain and reach a
better place in her mind by imagining she was viewing a porno of his cock
penetrating some other woman's arsehole in time with his thrusts.  This
worked for a while and the pain started to dissipate but, after a short
while, she started to look at the mental images with growing arousal.  The
image of the glistening, lubricated cock, pulling and distending the
sphincter on the outstroke followed by the smooth in-stroke which pushed
her clit against the back of the sofa was having the completely wrong
effect.  She tried to stop the playback but it was too late and she could
feel her pussy start to open and leak moisture.  By now her hips were
starting to thrust back to meet him and the burning friction pain against
her anal ring was intoxicating.  "Hello, someone has started to get with
the programme" panted Carson as he felt her backward thrusts in time with
his in-stroke.  "Look kids, Mummy is taking it up the arse and loving it."

   Nadia had no idea if the kids were watching and tried to stop moving
against him but it felt too good.  Who knew that a cock in the arse was
what she had been craving all these years!  Carson's thrust were becoming
increasingly frantic as he neared his climax and Nadia wanted desperately
to come before he stopped.  She finally managed to spit the thong out of
her mouth and screamed incoherently at him while frantically pounding her
arse back to him as he thrust forward pushing her distended clit against
the sofa.

   "Come on you bastard, fuck my arse properly, make me come, fill my arse
up with your come, ...  OHHHH YESSSSS, COOMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG."

   Carson was amazed by the transformation in his ice-queen wife and could
not hold back and with one savage thrust into her began to pump his semen
into her distended arse, he pulled half way back and thrust again.

   "YNHHHHH, COMMINNNG IN YOUR ARRRRSE BITCH".

   He held himself tightly against her arse and felt the last twitches of
his still hard penis as he finished his climax.  He lay across her back
panting as he could feel her body spasm occasionally before she started
sobbing.

   He pulled his cock from her arse and watched as dribbles of semen
started to leak from her ravaged anus.  He chuckled to himself and looked
down at the faces of the two teenagers either side of Nadia.

   "Either of you fancy giving me a tongue bath to clean me up?"

   Chloe looked at him with a mixture of fear and disgust and looked away.
He turned to Lance who's steady gaze was also fearful but mixed with what
might have been interest, but definitely wasn't disgust.  The boy looked
away but licked his lips.