This story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards.  Please don't plunder it 
for your own pleasure.

	I wrote this story a few years ago and even though I know I can write 
better, I think it has a certain charm.  This is the first part of a FINISHED 
novella that involves a male sub, one eccentric female Captain and a ship full 
of sexually adventurous women.  Yes, it's that kind of story.  There's bondage, 
domination, spanking, oral sex, anal sex, orgies, pirate lingerie and even a 
little romance.  What there isn't any of are pedophilia, nonconsensual sex, and 
anything involving former food.    

	Big thanks to Souvie and Pami who always had an interest in this story and 
bugged me to post it.  Big thanks to Alexis who told me I could do better.  A 
big thanks to all the Thigh Vs. Thigh fans who let me know that funny erotica 
had an audience.  I hope this story entertains them as much as Amy and Bethany 
did.

	I am also currently storing this story at /files/Authors/ShonRichards/ where you can find every part up to now.

	I happily read any e-mail sent me and even manage to respond promptly.
 
"Her Cabin Boy"
Part 4
By Shon Richards

	I followed Captain Drake onto the rest of the ship and tried to act as 
casually as possible.  It wasn't easy without any pants on.  As we traveled 
through her ship, I felt that everyone could tell by looking at me that I had 
just had sex with the Captain.  My cock was still sore and wet.  I was also very 
embarrassed by how much my cock had shrunk after that awesome bout of sex.  The 
giggles I kept getting from the crew didn't help my ego.  

	We descended into the depths of the ship.  As luxurious as the ship was, 
there wasn't much wasted space.  The hallways were tight, the staircases were 
steep, and there was a lack of unnecessary furniture.  The hardwood floors were 
really nice and shining from constant polishing.  Paintings were on all the 
walls but these were posters of ocean scenes, not the erotic images Captain 
Drake held in her room.  

	That was probably because all the erotic images she needed were walking or 
crawling around her ship.  I lost count of how many women I saw but they were 
all beautiful and barely clothed.  Oh, they wore some sort of clothing, but it 
was usually a hodgepodge.  They wore a torn bright colored bra or a bikini top, 
with either a bright miniskirt; a torn pair of shorts or skimpy bikini bottoms 
covering tanned buttocks.  I didn't get much time to admire them as they were 
all busy with their chores.  I knew now why everything was so clean; the 
beauties on board this ship were constantly on their knees scrubbing.

	When we reached the bottom part of the ship, I noticed that the place was 
dark, bland and rather unspectacular.  Even the pirate babes were out of sight.  
There was a hallway, filled with cell doors.  Captain Drake led me to the end of 
the hall and I counted thirty cells in all.

	"Is this where you keep the bad employees?" I joked.

	"Yes and no," answered my Captain, a smile playing on her lips.  "I have a 
separate area for those who are being punished.  This is for those who I plan to 
fire.  Here they'll spend the rest of the voyage in their cells and no longer be 
a part of the festivities on board the ship.  I also plan to put any mutineers 
here."

	"Mutineers?" I asked with a laugh.  "I can't imagine anyone wanting to 
stage a mutiny on this ship."

	"I hope that's not the case because I offered five million to the leader 
of any successful mutiny," she answered.  When I looked at her with disbelief 
she explained.

	"One of the main pitfalls of piracy was mutiny.  There was always some dog 
that thought he would make a better captain.  The stories of pirates are filled 
with how many times a ship would change hands among captains.  To simulate that 
risk, I offered a five million dollar bounty on my own head."

	"That's, that's, dangerous," I stuttered, restraining myself from saying 
what I really thought.  Captain Drake was crazy, but I was still the one running 
around with any pants on.

	"Not really," she answered casually.  "The conditions are quite strict.  I 
must not suffer any physical harm in the mutiny.  To collect the bounty, I must 
be confined, somewhere on this ship, with my hands bound when the ship goes into 
a port.  In other words, no locking me in a room and claiming it was a mutiny."

	"Still that's five million dollars," I countered.  "That's a lot of money 
for a group to split up."

	She smiled the wicked smile that lit up her face and flashed those 
predator's teeth.  "You forget, only the leader of the mutiny claims the money.  
When they win I'll have them flown to their hometown and a check will be sent to 
them a month later.  I'm sure this won't prevent girls from promising to mail 
the winnings to their cohorts, but you have to admit, that would require an 
awful lot of trust.  If any woman on this ship can convince a group large enough 
to take over this ship on promises, than she deserves the five million.  If her 
plot fails, than she spends the rest of her time in these cells."

	"That's a tempting offer but I'm sure these cells will intimidate them to 
stay in line," I answered, marveling once again at how much thought she had put 
into this insanity.

	"The offer applies to you too, my sweet cabin boy," she said.

	I laughed.  "No thank you, Captain Drake.  I think I like where I am right 
here."

	Her hand went to my cock and she squeezed lightly.  My tired cock rose in 
spite of itself in answer.

	"It's good to know who my loyal servants are," she whispered in my ear.  
"Let's go on that tour now.  Since you now know the ultimate punishment I feel 
you can sample what we have on board the 'Saucy Wench.'

	On that note, the tour began for real.  Captain Drake explained the 
general layout of the ship as well as where the level maps were in case I got 
lost.  She had cleverly hid them behind the prints on the wall, accessing them 
with a simple button that switched the pictures.  She didn't wish to mar her 
pirate ship with something as mundane as 'You are here' signs.  

	Captain Drake breezed me through the storage areas above the prison level, 
which was pretty dull so I was grateful we didn't linger.  Next came the 
dormitories that we also breezed through.  Once you've seen one room holding 
four hammocks, you've seen them all.  It was interesting to see how many 
crewmembers Captain Drake crammed together, and it made me grateful that I 
shared a room to myself.  It also made me feel better to see that everyone had 
to use the common showers.  I didn't like the idea of sharing my shower with a 
bunch of beautiful women I couldn't touch, but maybe they'll be just as nervous 
as me.

	Next came the brig where Captain Drake punished her crew in a playful 
manner.  It was as I expected, full of chains, paddles and sex toys.  Aside from 
the dark decor and abundance of spikes and studs, it looked a lot like her 
bedroom.  No one was being punished at the moment, but Captain Drake assured me 
it wouldn't take long.  She told me that there was always a handful of girls who 
would rather spend the voyage bound here than doing chores.

	We went to the kitchen next, and my stomach growled as we entered the 
large cooking area.  The women working here were very busy, moving around the 
Captain and I with barely a glance.  They were preparing large amounts of food.  
I could smell bread baking, meats frying and various other treats that were 
making me hungry.  The girls here had the same limited clothing but I noticed 
they all wore large aprons.  It was nice to see that Captain Drake valued basic 
hot liquid protection over the usual uniform.

	At the center of the kitchen was a woman who stood out simply because she 
didn't possess the same killer model body that that the rest of the girls had.  
This woman was kind of chubby.  It didn't make her any less attractive.  
Surrounded by these beauty queens, she appeared more real and down to earth than 
anything else I had seen on this ship.  Her brown hair was a frizzy mess, and 
tied up in a ponytail.  The uniform rules didn't apply to her as she was wearing 
sensible jeans and a button down white shirt that wasn't tied off at the bottom.  
She still made it look sexy, mostly because she possessed a generous bosom that 
none of the lighter girls around her could compete with.  My eyes were riveted 
on her as the captain made her way right to her.

	"Jennifer Gibson, this is William, my Cabin Boy," Captain Drake said, her 
hand on my shoulders.

	"What's your favorite thing for dinner?" Jennifer asked, her brown eyes as 
warm as a grandmother asking a child what kind of cookie he wanted.  

I immediately answered "Fried Chicken, ma'am."  There was something about 
this lady that made me trust and like her.  It's hard to believe she didn't look 
older than thirty.

	"That's easy to remember.  I'll make sure we make it once a week," 
Jennifer answered, and I was relieved to find one sane person on this ship.  
Plus, she was nice, too!

	"Jennifer here is the best cook I have ever hired," Captain Drake said as 
she swiped a biscuit from a passing girl.  "I never go anywhere without her 
anymore.  I also know that any girl who's slacking off won't get bored working 
in the kitchen.  Jennifer runs a tight kitchen, and has a good eye for 
discipline."

	"It's true," Jennifer sighed with mock resignation.  "If it wasn't for my 
talent with sauces and spanking girls with spoons, my fat ass wouldn't be here."

	The Captain and the Chef laughed at the joke, but I didn't.  A woman I saw 
over in the corner of the kitchen distracted my attention.  She had this lovely 
long black hair, but I was more interested in that fact that she was laid out on 
a table, bound hand and foot to each corner of the table.  Totally nude, I 
watched her shiver as two other ladies adorned her body with various fruits.	
	
"Enjoying the fruit bar?" Jennifer asked, and I nodded.  My throat was dry 
from watching the ladies stuff grape after grape between the bound woman's legs.

	"Take a closer look," Captain Drake said.  I walked over to the 'fruit 
bar', and admired the unique presentation.  The bound woman had very perky 
breasts and I wondered if they were even natural.  It didn't matter to me; I was 
just impressed with how someone had sliced oranges into spirals, and draped them 
over her breasts in cones.  Limes and lemons covered her body in slices, and I 
marveled over her self-control.  A banana had been placed in her mouth, sticking 
straight up like a cock.  When they finished stuffing her sex with grapes, they 
covered the area with an apple.  It's the little touches that really made it 
sinful, like the peach halves that lined her thighs, down to her toes.

	"Go ahead, take a bite," Jennifer said with her face intent on me.  

	So I did.  I almost selected a peach halve from her knee but Jennifer 
stopped my hand.

	"No, no," she said, "The Fruit Bar is a hands-off display.  You'll have to 
use your mouth if you want any."

	"This proves once again that presentation is ninety percent of a good 
meal," Captain Drake laughed.  It was a lewd taunting laugh that brought a flush 
to my cheeks.

	That did it for me.  I was going to decline using my mouth, but something 
about Captain Drake's laugh changed my mind.  I wanted to show her that I wasn't 
the vulnerable shy guy she fucked so savagely this morning.  Reacting to some 
sort of weird dominatrix peer pressure, I bowed my head and plucked a peach part 
right off of the woman's upper thigh.  My lips grazed her skin, and I wished 
that the others weren't here so I could bury my face in the Fruit Bar properly.

	The bound woman moaned quietly, muted by the banana stuffed in her mouth.  
I sucked the peach into my mouth and moaned myself at how sweet it tasted.  My 
cock was still too sore to be hard but my pulse was certainly racing.  Chef 
Gibson and Captain Drake said nothing, but I thought I detected a small bit of 
approval in their faces.

	"Let's get William something to eat, Jennifer," Captain Drake said.  "By 
the way he's grinning I think we better get his mind on food before he devours 
your fruit bar."

	I blushed, again.  Even in small moments of triumph, this woman had the 
power to embarrass me.  All she had to do was mention what I was already 
thinking and I felt terribly exposed in front of all these women.  God, I just 
wished that it didn't turn me on so much.

	Later, after a nice breakfast of eggs, pancakes and toast, we continued 
the tour.  We were entering the more populated areas and the stares of the women 
were becoming more intense.  Captain Drake was oblivious to my discomfort and 
she insisted on introducing me to anyone she happened to remember the name of.  
Their eyes always dropped to my crotch and then flicker away.  Damn, I wished I 
wasn't so embarrassed!  I could at least have a decent erection to show them 
instead of the shrinking violet I had now.

	The recreation rooms were next and I envious of how nice it was.  I knew 
arcades that didn't have these many videogames and pool tables.   There was even 
an indoor miniature golf course!  There were ten women in there already, and to 
my surprise they didn't jump to attention when Captain Drake came in.  After a 
few minutes we left and I commented about the behavior of the women there.

	"That's because I declared the recreation rooms as free discipline areas," 
Captain Drake said.  "I still expect people to act civil but I want them to feel 
relaxed there.  A ship of submissives would go crazy in a week if they didn't 
have a place to kick back.  That's why I also gave every crew member free time 
hours."

	"Free time hours?" I asked.

	"Oh shit, I forgot about you," she said.  "How does three to five in the 
afternoon sound?  That'll be the time when you have free reign to relax.  Of 
course if you are being punished, or bound somewhere, it doesn't count.  You're 
a smart boy, I'm sure you'll behave.  Just make sure you remember, no sexual 
contact with the crew!"

	"I understand, really," I said.  How often was she going to repeat 
herself?

	Captain Drake smiled that devilish smirk of hers and said nothing as she 
studied me for a moment.  I sweated for about a minute, wondering if I had been 
too flippant.  Then she shrugged, and led me to the next part of the tour.

	"Right across from the rec room is the gym," Captain Drake said as she 
opened the door.  Inside was a large room with plenty of mirrors and gym 
equipment.  My eyes were immediately drawn to the dozen or so women who were 
currently exercising.  Wearing only sports bra, there were glistening with sweat 
as they stepped through a series of aerobic moves.  They also each carried what 
looked like a giant two-foot long dildo, but I can tell by the way they were 
struggling that the dildos were heavy.  

	I was a little confused by why they would carry such blatantly sexual 
weights until I saw the most amazing feat.  As a group, all of the women shoved 
their dildos into themselves simultaneously!  Before my dropping jaws, the women 
moved in tandem as they stroked themselves ten times, even going as far as 
counting out!  Their routine then continued, making the nearly nude women dance 
and stretch in the most sexual of positions.  After I saw them use their 
'weights', I began to recognize something in their moves.  Each one of their 
moves was a simulation of sex.  Their push-ups involved too much hip movement. 
Their squats involved humping.  Arm curls with their weights required them to 
deep throat their weights with each curl.  It was like watching a dozen women 
fuck themselves in synch.  My heart was racing and my eyes were glued to the 
performance before me.

	"Is this your cabin boy?" I heard someone ask Captain Drake.  Startled, I 
turned to look at the woman who had come up to us.  I had completely missed 
seeing her when she approached.  Once I saw her I wondered how I had ever missed 
her.

	Her skin was very dark and sultry, as only a Hispanic beauty can possess.   
Shoulder length black hair framed a face that was a perfect oval.  My attention 
was drawn to her body as she was nearly six feet tall and apparently all muscle.  
Although her arms and thighs were very large from her muscular development, I 
noted that there was still softness to her body that I hadn't seen on most women 
body builders.  She had none of the hard edges or over-development that usually 
makes bodybuilding look so ugly in women.  Her stomach was as flat as a 
teenager's and her breasts were as large as a porn star's.  I had never seen a 
woman before who looked so completely healthy.

	Of course she was wearing the same lack of clothing as everyone else on 
board this ship.  A white sports bra contained her enormous breasts, but her 
sweat had made the bra almost completely transparent.  She didn't wear panties 
or even shorts on her bottom.  In fact, the only other clothing she wore was 
tennis shoes.  From my vantage point I saw that her pubic region was bare of any 
hair and it was all I could do to not stare at her lovely pussy, glistening with 
sweat and perhaps something else.

	"This is my cabin boy, William," Captain Drake said.  "William, this is my 
fitness director, Second Mate Teresa Gonzales.  She's in charge of making sure 
every member of my crew is in the best shape possible.  You'll be spending three 
days a week with her."

	Damn I love my job!  I get to spend three days a week with this gorgeous 
Amazon?  

	Teresa patted my belly and shook her head in disgust.  "Three days might 
not be enough," she said with a trace of an accent.  "Look at these arms!  Are 
you sure training this one will be worth the trouble?"

	Captain Drake grabbed my sore penis and gave me a jerk that embarrassed me 
deeply in front of this woman.  "True, he may not look like much right now," 
Captain Drake said.  I felt the heat rush to my face as I blushed.  "But he 
performed more than adequately earlier."

	Second Mate Teresa snorted.  "If you say so.  I'm just sorry you picked 
such an unfit specimen.  It's not going to be any fun rewarding him for his 
progress."  With that final insult she walked off and I stood there stuttering 
as I tried to think of a comeback.  Captain Drake of course just thought this 
was funny.  

	"What did she mean by rewarding?" I asked when we left the gym.

	"I allow my Second Mate to engage in any sex act she feels would reward 
someone who has performed their exercises.  She's the only one allowed to have 
sex with you, but only under certain conditions.  Don't get any ideas," she 
warned.

	From there we went above deck and straight into the bridge section.  
Captain Drake pointed out the various stations that monitored and regulated the 
running of the ship but I didn't pay much attention.  My Captain was a beautiful 
woman, but once she started talking about the ship's controls she became as bad 
as a man talking about his favorite cars.  It was kind of amusing to see this 
strong woman babble endlessly about her ship.  Even though she could buy five of 
these ships if she wanted to, she had a possessive pride about this particular 
ship.  

	I simply nodded at the appropriate times letting Captain Drake show off 
her ship.  It was difficult to follow what she said when her half naked crew was 
at every workstation.  Once we were in the steering room I saw the brunette who 
had directed me to the Doctor's office the other day.  She still very imposing, 
and very, very sexy.  Her shorts were torn on several places around her 
buttocks, and her hair was drawn back into a ponytail, but I recognized her all 
the same.  To my dread, Captain Drake walked straight to the woman who terrified 
me so much yesterday.

	"First Mate Vogel, report," my captain demanded.

	"Smooth sailing, Captain," she responded.  "We're making good progress and 
all stations report that the crew is performing excellently for our first day 
out."

	"Wonderful," Captain Drake said.  "This is my cabin boy, William.  Please 
keep an eye out for him, and report anyone who may try to seduce him.  William, 
this is my First Mate and second-in-command, Tracy Vogel.  Tracy and Teresa are 
the only ones who have the authority besides myself to give you orders."

	"Why are you smiling?" First Mate Vogel said.   

	Like an idiot, I answered truthfully.  "Because you scared me so much 
yesterday that I wouldn't have figured you for having such a harmless name like 
Tracy.  I would have guessed Helga, or Lilith.  Tracy sounds like a someone I 
might have went to school with."

	The two ladies were silent for a moment and then Tracy asked "May I?"

	"Certainly," Captain Drake answered with sweetness to her tone.

	"Turn around and grab your ankles," First Mate Vogel ordered.  Stunned, I 
looked to my captain but she merely twirled her fingers for me to obey.

	Kicking myself for insulting such an important woman, I did as she 
commanded.  I felt her hand at my waist and then I felt her other hand as she 
spanked my bare ass!  I cried out at the painful slap, but I held my ankles.  
She spanked me again and again.  Five times she spanked me on my ass while the 
rest of the crew watched.  The pain was intense but it didn't compare to the 
humiliation I felt at being punished in front of the crew.  It felt as if the 
heat on my ass couldn't compare to the heat that was rising on my face.  Even 
when I closed my eyes, I could hear the giggles of the crew mixed in with 
catcalls.

	I felt a tugging on my ear, and I was pulled up to a standing position.  
Still holding on to my ear First Mate Tracy growled in my ear.  "You will treat 
me with respect and a little bit of fear!  Do I make myself clear?"

	"Yes ma'am!" I snapped.  The crew laughed louder.  

	"Come with me onto the deck, William.  I think you have amused the crew 
long enough," Captain Drake said.  I almost thanked her for the opportunity to 
run away but I held my tongue.  The First Mate simply smiled at me as I left.  I 
made a mental note to avoid her this trip but I wasn't sure how I was going to 
be able to do that.  

	My ass stung as the wind hit me.  I swear I could feel every handprint on 
my ass separately.  The wind reminded me of my disobedience and I could find no 
easy way to walk without causing the wind to caress my welts.  Captain Drake and 
I walked the bow of the ship, and we stood there silently at the rail.  The 
ocean was truly beautiful.  There was a sparkling quality to the water and a 
stark loneliness that you just can't feel from the beach.  Captain Drake simply 
stood there with one leg up on the rail and stared out at the ocean with her 
hands on her sword hilt and hip. She didn't say a word.  It looked as if she was 
posing for some sort of dramatic painting.  I have to admit that she never 
looked more noble or regal than she did at that moment.  

	I quickly got bored.  I mean, really, how long can you stare at the ocean?  
Maybe if I had millions to squander like her I would have things to think about.  
As it was my ass was still sore, the wind was freezing my dick and the rise and 
fall of the bow was making me a little seasick.  Still standing by my Captain, I 
turned my head and looked to see what the rest of the ship was doing.

	There were women cleaning of course, all of them supermodel quality.  I 
was glad I didn't have to clean as much as they do.  Some of them were using 
mops but most of them were on their hands and knees.  When I looked closer, I 
realized that most of them weren't even on their hands.  Their hands were bound 
behind their back, and they were forced to hold her brushes in their teeth!  I 
shuddered as I realized how hard that must be on them as well as understanding 
how sexy they looked with their asses high in the air like that.

	One in particular caught my eye, maybe because she appeared to be taking a 
break.  She had long blonde hair that was bound tightly into a ponytail that 
nearly reached her ass.  She was kneeling upright, stretching back to work some 
kink out of her back.  This stretching was very sexy as it revealed her nice 
bare tanned breasts in all their glory with her dark nipples pointing towards 
the sky.  Her shorts looked impossibly tight and to my amusement, she reached 
with her hands behind her back and pulled the shorts out of the crack of her 
ass.

	I started to laugh quietly at this honest movement, and that's when she 
returned from her stretch and looked right at me.  Her eyes got wide and her 
cheeks flushed with embarrassment.  I immediately started waving my hands at 
waist level, trying to apologize from a distance of twenty feet away while not 
alerting my Captain to what was happening.

	"I'm sorry", I said quietly, hoping the blonde could read my lips.

	"That's ok," she lipped back to me, shaking as she started to laugh.

	She pointed at my ass and her face showed concern.  "Ouch," she worded 
from across the deck.

	My hands rubbed my welts and I shrugged.  "It's ok," I said, and I meant 
it.  Somehow her concern was a wonderful salve.  On a ship of loonies, it was a 
treat to meet someone in my position.  Even if she was across the deck.

	We chatted like this for a few minutes.  With simple pantomime, I 
discovered her neck hurt, and she discovered that I was tired of standing.  She 
offered to switch positions with me and I mock agreed.  All in all, it was quite 
relaxing to do this simple flirting.  It was weird, me with my pants missing and 
her without a top to cover her sweaty breasts but somehow she made me feel 
relaxed.  I wanted very badly to go introduce myself.

	While I was engrossed in my long distance conversation, I didn't notice 
Captain Drake turning around on me.  I froze in mid-mime, and half expected my 
captain to explode on me with some new punishment.  She leaned back on the rails 
and smiled at me.  I almost relaxed, but then I recognized the mischief that was 
in her deep gray eyes.

	"Why, William, it does look like you've made a friend to replace the enemy 
you made in First Mate Vogel," she said.  "In fact it looks like she managed to 
put the edge back in your saber."

	She pointed down to my cock.  To my surprise I saw she was right.  My 
poor, humiliated, exhausted cock was actually full size again.  I hadn't noticed 
it.  I was too busy flirting with the blonde.  At first I was impressed with my 
recovery but then I realized I might have just set myself up for more 
punishment.  I decided to say nothing.

	"Well let's not be shy now," Captain Drake said.  "You're allowed to make 
friends.  It would be impossible for you not to.  I'm just a little concerned 
about your ability to raise your flag.  I want to make sure she realizes the 
rule, that's all.  Let's go see who your friend is."

	Captain Drake marched right over to the blonde.  As fast as she walked in 
her stiletto heels, I didn't trust her overture of being friendly for one 
second.  The girl rushed back to continue scrubbing.  She had the scrub brush 
firmly in her teeth and was bent over on her knees when we reached her.  The 
shorts were too tight, as I could see the white of her panties sticking out from 
the shorts riding up.

	"What is your name, crewmember?" Captain Drake demanded, planting her boot 
in front of the girl's face.	

	"My name is Leigh, Captain," she said.  Wow, she was even prettier up 
close.

	"I remember you now, Leigh," Captain Drake said.  "You were a stripper I 
hired from an escort service.  You were trying to earn money through college, 
and I was your first female customer.  You were so cute, trying to dance when 
you obviously had never danced for a woman before.  This is your second day 
aboard, isn't it?"

	"Yes, Captain," Leigh, answered.  

	"In case you weren't aware, this man here is my Cabin Boy," Captain Drake 
said.  "Now I know you've been briefed about how you are not allowed to have 
sexual contact with him, right?"

	"Yes ma'am, but I was just talking to him.  I didn't mean anything by it," 
Leigh answered.  My heart sank a little, and I wasn't sure why.  It was obvious 
she was trying to save herself but it still bothered me that Leigh was blowing 
me off completely.

	"That's perfectly alright," Captain drake purred.  "I just realize that 
someone as pretty as you couldn't help attracting the attention of a man.  How 
about we reward your beauty with a job more suited to you?  William, explain to 
Leigh here what a figurehead was for on the old sailing ships."

	I didn't know why Captain Drake made such an unusual change of topic, but 
if it would help Leigh, I was more than willing to comply.  While I explained, 
Captain Drake signaled something to the bridge.  I knew better than to ask what 
she was calling for.

	"In the old days, sailing men were very superstitious," I started.  "They 
created statues that they thought would help ward off things like bad storms, or 
outright shipwrecks.  These statues were in the shape of mermaids, or seahorses, 
or anything else they thought might work.  Figureheads were mounted onto the bow 
of the ship, guiding the ship as they traveled the ocean.  Eventually these 
figureheads became more and more sophisticated, and were used as status symbols.  
It's kind of like a hood ornament.  The better your figurehead, the more wealth 
you had to show off."

	I stopped talking as I saw a group of women dragging a large statue up.  
Leigh and I just watched as the women propped the statue up for Captain drake's 
inspection.  It was the right curving shape for a figurehead, but it was lacking 
any features on the front.  It was just blank.

	"I thought figureheads were in the shape of something?" Leigh asked.

	"They are, which is where you come in, my pretty crewmember," Captain 
Drake said.  She unfastened Leigh's hands.  "Please strip down to nothing, and 
quickly."

	Leigh took a deep breath, and stood up.  For both our sakes, I looked out 
to the ocean while she stripped off her shorts.  I didn't want to see if her tan 
reached everywhere and I certainly didn't want my cock growing any bigger than 
it was.

	"You might as well watch, William," Captain drake ordered.  "This is the 
best part."

	I looked, and I saw the two other crewmembers pick Leigh up by the waist 
and carry her to the blank figurehead.  No, her whole body wasn't tanned.  She 
possessed this super sexy small tan line that was in the shape of a g-string and 
barely covered the space of her small blonde bush.  Wow, I guess natural blondes 
are blonde all over.

	The two women lifted Leigh up, and slid her foot down onto separate 
sheathes.  Her legs were spread apart just enough to be comfortable and just 
enough to be expose her.  They tightened the leather sheaths with straps.  Leigh 
was at an angle so she had to lean on the girls for support.  I was amazed at 
how this was done without a single complaint from the women or Leigh.  

	Next they spread her arms out and strapped them to the figurehead so that 
her wrists were level with her chest.  This forced her chest out greatly, 
drawing my attention to her nice round breasts.  Leigh cried out softly as they 
tied her roughly.  She struggled slightly but they had done their jobs well.  
She could barely move and she was suspended on the figurehead at a forty-five 
degree angle.  Leigh looked to Captain Drake with a question on her lips, but 
she didn't say a word.  Since I got her into this mess, I asked for her.

	"So Leigh is going to be your figurehead?" I asked.

	"For today at least," Captain Drake said as she stepped up to Leigh.  She 
reached out and cupped one of Leigh's breasts.  I think I might have moaned as 
Captain Drake squeezed her soft globes.

	"I am reasonable," Captain Drake said, to whom, I'm not sure.  "She'll get 
a break every two hours to use the bathroom and stretch.  She'll even get meal 
breaks.   I just like having beautiful women where they can serve the best 
function; like on the front of my ship.  This way she won't get into any trouble 
either."

	I had no idea Captain Drake could get this jealous.  I guess I should have 
guessed.  I mean, here I am butt-naked on a ship full of women serving as a 
cabin boy.  That should have told me Drake was a gold piece short of a doubloon.  
The worst was yet to come.

	"Since you are my figurehead for today, we have to make sure you're in the 
proper mood," Captain Drake said.  She reached behind the figurehead and 
manipulated some switches.

	Back on Leigh's side of the figurehead, a slot opened between her legs.  
Out emerged a slim shape that reminded me innocently enough of a banana.  Leigh 
strained to look at the sounds that were coming from so close to her pussy, but 
she couldn't see what was happening.  The plastic device kept rising, curving up 
towards her open sex until it sank into her blonde fur.  Leigh squealed with 
shock at first but the squeal soon quieted to a low moan as her sex was filled 
with the dildo.

	Captain Drake was watching from Leigh's side as the dildo rose.  When she 
was satisfied with the depth the dildo had reached, she flipped a switch.  The 
white plastic phallus stopped rising and immediately began moving.  It would 
fold onto itself, shrinking until it was almost out of her, and then it would 
quickly extend back out.  Leigh cried out the first time the dildo re-entered 
her and I watched as her eyes grew large in shock.  Her cries continued as the 
dildo repeated its movements, impaling her bound body continuously.

	Captain Drake leaned down and sucked one of Leigh's nipples into her 
mouth.  Not a word was said as I watched the Captain suck and knead Leigh's full 
breasts.  Leigh was helpless on the figurehead but I noticed she didn't protest 
either.   The breast Drake wasn't sucking on was bouncing from the powerful 
thrusts of the dildo.  Leigh bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut, 
perhaps trying to block out the fact that her boss was sucking her nipples while 
three other people were watching her get mercilessly fucked.  The dildo was 
relentless, moving between her tanned legs and constantly pumping her blonde 
pussy.  I couldn't decide what made me more jealous- Captain Drake sucking on 
her Leigh's lovely tit, or the dildo for fucking that pretty blonde!

	"Would you like to come over here and suck on her other tit, my cabin 
boy?" Captain Drake asked.  When she lifted her head I could see that Leigh's 
nipple was shiny from Drake's sucking. 

	"Only if you allow it, Captain," I answered.  My cock was at full 
attention now and throbbing in the afternoon breeze.

	 "That's a very accurate answer, cabin boy," Captain Drake said.  "In 
fact, it pleases me NOT for you touch this wench.  Stand over there and watch 
your captain plunder this slut."

	Bound only by my Captain's orders I watched as Leigh's dildo fucked her.  
Crucified on the figurehead, Leigh could barely move as the dildo plunged over 
and over into her body.  She struggled constantly, although I couldn't tell if 
it was from the dildo or Drake's constant breast sucking.  I was amazed by how 
quickly she gave in to her lusts.  Even bound she managed to undulate her hips, 
trying to get the dildo deeper inside her.  I heard slight buzzing noises when 
the wind died, and I realized that the dildo must have been vibrating inside her 
as well.  My cock throbbed as I thought of how wet her pussy must be with the 
hard thrusting she was receiving.  

	"Oh no, oh no," Leigh protested loudly.  Captain Drake, with Leigh's 
nipple still in her mouth, turned to look at me.  Her gray eyes were bright with 
mischief as she watched my obvious jealousy.  Her crew simply laughed and 
watched.

	"Oh, oh, oh," Leigh moaned, faster now.  Her breasts were heaving from her 
heavy breathing and her free nipples were hard, dark points against her tanned 
breast.  Muscles stood out on her legs as she strained to move.  She began to 
toss her head, sending her blonde ponytail flying as her emotions overcame her.

	"Oh YES!" she screamed, baring her teeth in a primal display of enjoyment.  
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped.

	"There, that's the proper attitude for a slut aboard my ship," Captain 
Drake said.  She reached behind the figurehead and shut the device down.  "Don't 
worry dear, I've set it on a timer.  Every twenty minutes, it'll fuck you good 
for ten minutes.  That'll help keep your cheeks rosy."

	Leigh blushed as Captain Drake casually discussed the ordeal she had to 
face. Captain Drake wasn't through with her yet.  To Leigh's horror, Captain 
Drake reached down and wiped her finger up Leigh's wet pussy.  Her gloved finger 
glistening with Leigh's arousal Captain Drake smiled as she popped the finger 
right into her mouth.

	"Mmmm," Captain Drake said without a trace of shame.  "I can't wait to 
taste some of this honey later," she said to the scandalized Leigh.  Leigh's 
face was such a deep crimson; even her tanned face couldn't hide her 
embarrassment at the situation.

	"Place her at the designated point, so that she may bless our journey with 
her slutty ways," my Captain ordered.  "As for you William, you've seen enough 
of the ship for one afternoon.  Return to my cabin and begin on your chores, 
right away." 

	I wanted to say something to Leigh, but with Captain Drake standing there, 
I knew better.  Already members of the crew were operating a crane positioning 
Leigh in her job for the day.  I shuddered to think of how lonely she was going 
to be tied up alone on the front of the ship all day.  Keeping her fate in mind, 
I hurried to Drake's cabin because I didn't want to earn a similar fate myself.

	The rest of the day was spent cleaning Drake's hundreds of chains.  Meals 
were served directly to me in Drake's cabin.  When Captain Drake did show up 
that night, she had two full-bodied blondes with her.  The Captain wasted no 
time in banishing me to my cabin for the rest of the night while she played with 
her loyal crew.  I stayed up for two hours, hoping the Captain needed my 
particular anatomical skills, but the request never came.

	So that is how I spent my second night aboard the Saucy Wench.  While the 
sounds of three women next door having loud sex, I tried to get some sleep for 
the trials I might face the next day.  My dreams were filled with nude bodies 
and taunting smiles.