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

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

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

	I am also currently storing this story at 
/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 7
By Shon Richards

	My session with Second Mate Gonzales went different from what I expected.  
After my explosive orgasm in the brig I thought I wouldn't fall prey to 
Gonzales's incentives.  I was wrong.  It only took the sexy, Hispanic fitness 
instructor three minutes to get my cock hard.  When my cock would appear too 
tired for her 'incentives' she resorted to out right spankings.  Believe me, 
just because I had awesome sex earlier, it didn't mean I didn't work my ass off 
for Second Mate Gonzales.  Her spanks on my bottom were powerful, much stronger 
than anything Captain Drake could deliver.  I sweated for thirty minutes, and 
when it was all over I was just as horny as I was when I first woke up that 
morning.  Once again I didn't manage to do enough repetitions for Gonzales to 
suck me off successfully.

	After my shower I tried to figure out what I was going to do with the rest 
of my day.  Without any chores to do it became real easy to get bored on the 
ship.  It was times like these that I craved Captain Drake's dominance.  At 
least under my Captain I never ran the risk of getting bored.  She was also a 
beautiful, exciting woman which made it a treat just to be around her.  The 
other women on the ship were just too plain compared to Captain Drake.  Oh, they 
were all younger, and all of them were gorgeous, but they lacked Captain Drake's 
dangerous side.  They were all too timid, or just too much like the normal girls 
I would meet at my college.  I tried engaging a few of them in conversation in 
the rec room but I discovered quickly that they were all too afraid of Captain 
Drake to risk socializing with me.  Plus, I think I recognized a few ladies who 
were on duty on the bridge from when First Mate Tracey Vogel spanked me.  I 
couldn't be sure, but the thought of these girls witnessing my humiliation kept 
me from talking too much. With all these lovely women, I just couldn't be sure 
who was afraid of me, and who was secretly laughing at me. 

	I wasted an hour in the rec room, playing the various pinball machines 
that were there.  There were ten different pinball games, and of course, all of 
them had pirate themes.  I don't think these games were standard issue from the 
factory though.  Captain Drake's pinball machines featured topless pirate 
wenches and bumpers that looked like they had nipples on them.  Every time I 
lost a ball, the machines would produce a terribly realistic spanking noise.  
Worse, every time I scored well, the machines would produce sounds that imitated 
a woman having a particularly loud orgasm.  It became a challenge to ignore the 
stares and giggles of the women watching me play.  I should have known that 
Drake wouldn't even allow the rec room to be safe from a little public 
humiliation.

	Right in the middle of a vocal double orgasm from the pinball machine, I 
felt a hand on my shoulder.

	"Wow!  You've got the high score already!" Leigh said at my side.  I 
jumped, partially from being surprised but mostly just from seeing her pretty 
face right next to me.  The ball immediately sank into the hole but I didn't 
care one bit.  Leigh was just as pretty as I remembered her.  Today she was 
wearing very baggy yet comfortable looking white pants.  A large belt buckle 
held her pants around her slender waist.  Instead of a bikini top, Leigh was 
wearing a torn T-shirt that she had tied across her front.  She used a simple 
red bandana to pull her long blonde hair away from her face but the hair easily 
traveled past her shoulders and almost to her ass.  

	"Leigh! Am I glad to see you!" I said excitedly.  I tried to calm myself 
so I didn't scare off the only friend I might have on this ship.  "Everyone on 
board treats me like I'm the plague.  I'm starving for someone who isn't afraid 
to talk to me."

	"They should be afraid," she said with a smile.  "Thanks to Captain Drake 
seeing me with you, I got to spend an afternoon as a bound reminder of her 
power."

	"I am so sorry about that," I said.  "I had no idea she would be that 
jealous.  Maybe we shouldn't be seen talking like this."

	"Nonsense, I'm not afraid of her," she said and to prove her point, she 
took my hand and led me to one of the love seats in the rec room.  My 
heart was once again racing.  Leigh might not care what happened to her, but I 
wasn't so sure about myself!  Plus, this pretty blonde was now sitting so close 
to me that our knees were touching.

	"C'mon, you have to be a little afraid of Captain Drake.  Her punishments 
never cease to be imaginative," I said.

	"I hope so," Leigh said.  "I wouldn't have signed on for this cruise 
unless I thought Captain Drake was capable of showing me some new experiences."

	"Really?  I signed on for the outrageous money," I lied.  The money was a 
big part of it, but the idea of fucking the lovely Ashlyn Drake for an entire 
cruise was the biggest lure.  I just wasn't going to admit that to Leigh right 
now.

	"Oh, the money is fantastic too," Leigh admitted.  "It's much more than 
what I was making as a private stripper."

	"Then you really are a stripper?" I asked.  "I remember Captain Drake 
mentioning it but I was too distracted by her threatening manner to remember 
what she said.  You're the first stripper I've ever talked to."

	"You're wrong there!" she laughed.  "Every other woman aboard this ship 
used to be a stripper somewhere.  Captain Drake prefers girls who've had some 
sort of dance experience so that her girls will be used to staying in shape.  
She also likes her girls to have been in the sex industry at some point, so that 
there won't be a problem with inhibitions.  In fact, I've heard a rumor that 
there's actually a porn star on board, but no one knows who she is."

	"But to answer your question, yes, I was hired when I was working my way 
through college as a stripper.  It was easy money, and I never had to sleep with 
anyone.  Guys would usually call the service I worked for just to hire a girl to 
get naked for them.  Some of the guys were jerks, which made me feel dirty to be 
serving as their fantasies.  Others were so polite, I felt sorry for taking 
their money.  I didn't have any of those feelings when I meet Drake." 

	"I know exactly what you mean," I said.  "Captain Drake has such poise, 
and a sense of control about her.  Even when she's looking at someone with the 
intent of fucking him or her, she acts like she could just walk away from it 
all.  I don't know how she makes me feel valuable and yet replaceable at the 
same time."

	"Exactly!" Leigh said, her eyes flashing with recognition.  She bounced in 
her seat with excitement at finding someone who knew what she meant.  Her lovely 
breasts bounced freely under her tight t-shirt and I sighed appreciatively as 
she explained further.

	"She made an appointment with my agency, but I didn't know it was a woman 
I was stripping for.  I was shy at first but Drake calmly informed me that she 
had paid money for my services, and that there would be consequences if she 
didn't get her money's worth.  She was so firm and strict I was terrified of 
her.  Once I started dancing though, I realized that she didn't scare me in the 
ways that most of my male clients did.  I wasn't afraid of her losing control 
and trying to force herself on me, nor was I feeling sorry for her.  Someone as 
rich and as controlling as Drake could have any girl dancing for her that she 
wanted."

	"Instead of feeling superior to your clients, you felt your client was 
superior to you," I said.

	"You're right again!" Leigh responded.  Her hands went to my knees as she 
jumped in her seat and I felt my cock instantly harden.  After only an hour 
since the action in the brig, Leigh was already getting me hard.  I tried to 
ignore her bouncing breasts and focus instead on her blue eyes as she talked. 

	"Captain Drake made me feel special just from her interest in me.  Seeing 
how controlled she was, and yet how much she obviously wanted me turned me on 
more than I thought was possible.  I'd never had sex with a woman, but when I 
met Captain Drake I knew that she was the kind of woman I wanted to experiment 
with.  She offered me a place on her ship, and despite how scared I was of the 
whole idea, I agreed right away."

	I was getting very hard by the thought of this lovely, sweet blonde 
rolling around with Captain Drake in that stately bedroom.  "Now that you're on 
board, has she lived up to your expectations?" I asked.

	Leigh blushed at my question.  A deep crimson color flooded her cheeks as 
she bit her bottom lip.

	"Well," she started to say shyly, "I haven't actually been with her except 
for that punishment you witnessed the other day.  All the other women on board 
are bisexual or outright lesbians, but I've been turning them down.  I wanted to 
save myself for Captain Drake, because she's the sole reason I'm on board this 
ship.  Does that sound strange?"

	"Of course not," I answered, and the smile Leigh gave me was pure and as 
big as Captain Drake's libido.  "I can understand you saving yourself, but 
doesn't it get awfully lonely waiting?"

	"Yes, and I think the other girls don't understand," Leigh said.  "When I 
tell them about how I feel, they try to tell me how crazy Captain Drake is.  I 
swear, they're almost as bad as guys when it comes to trying to get me into a 
hammock with them.  They just don't understand me like you do."

	Whoa, that last sentence made my heart jump.  I felt compelled to warn 
her about her obsession with Drake.

	"You have to be aware of something, Leigh," I said, making the bold move 
to hold her hand.  "Captain Drake does all of her sex with bondage.  If she does 
make love to you, you can bet she'll have you bound somehow."

	Leigh laughed.  "God, I hope so!" she said.  "You have no idea how turned 
on I was the other day!  It was the first time I was ever bound; yet it excited 
me like I couldn't believe.  Instead of having to dance or tease someone like 
I did as a stripper, I was totally free from having to do anything.  I couldn't 
believe how erotic it was to lose control like that.  Being at her mercy on the 
deck was just like the thrill she gave me when she threatened to have me 
punished for not dancing."

	"You'd better watch it then," I warned.  "If Captain Drake finds out about 
your bondage desires, she'll keep them in mind when she punishes you next time.  
She'll make you do something unexciting like work in the kitchen, or clean an 
entire floor.  I've noticed that Drake tends to think of the worst punishments 
possible, so be careful."

	"Oh my God, you're right," Leigh said as she thought about it.  "I will be 
careful.  Thank you so much, William!  It's been so nice having someone to talk 
to.  All these girls ever want to talk about is who's licking who, and what kind 
of slutty outfit can they make today."

	I laughed with her, as that was what I had pretty much thought of the crew 
as well.  It was amazing to me how well I got along with this beautiful girl.  
In college, I had the worst time talking to girls about anything remotely sexy.  
Yet here I was giving sex advice to a want-to-be bisexual.  A gorgeous, tanned 
bisexual at that.  

	The intercom whistled, and the rec room silenced as we listened to the 
announcement.  "Attention all hands, this is First Mate Tracey Vogel.  All 
available hands report to the deck for the public punishment and humiliation of 
crewwoman Sharon Rinaldi.  You have five minutes."

	Leigh and I looked at each other, and we both let out a sigh.  I guess we 
both were relieved that the announcement had nothing to do with us!  It also 
told me that she was feeling just as guilty as I was for spending so much time 
together.  We both knew how good it was have each other to talk to, simply by 
how paranoid we were that something that was so enjoyable must be forbidden on 
this crazy ship.  

	Since Leigh didn't have to report for duty for another two hours, and I 
had the whole day off, we went as soon as possible the upper deck.  All the 
girls in the rec room came as well.  Once on the deck I saw at least twenty of 
us total standing around.  Quite a few of the girls looked annoyed to be 
spending their free time here but they all also had a look on relief on their 
faces.  The mood was very light as most of the women gossiped about who or what 
we were about to see.

	Exactly ten minutes after the announcement, First Mate Vogel appeared on 
deck.  Two of the larger women on board were behind her.  One was carrying a 
bound woman over her shoulders, while the other was wheeling some sort of waist-
high contraption.  Vogel ordered us to form a line that circled around the woman 
about to be punished.  Leigh and I stuck together, as we both wanted to have 
each other to talk to while we waited for Vogel's assistants to set up the 
strange wooden device.

	The assistants used heavy chains to secure the wooden frame to the deck.  
This was to prevent it from sliding all over the place as the ship tilted on 
it's natural swaying with the ocean.  The frame itself was shaped liked a 
carpenter's sawhorse.  It looked like an upside down V that was conveniently 
waist high.  The top part was padded, and there were shackles for feet located 
near the floor.  First Mate Vogel reached down and pulled out two arms that 
extended parallel to the deck from either side of the padded area.  Leigh was 
getting excited beside me, as she had already figured out how the device was to 
be used.

	"Strip down, Sharon, and let your fellow crewmates admire the slut body 
that kept you from your duties," Vogel commanded.

	Sharon was an unusually tall woman, towering at least six feet tall, and 
that was barefoot.  Her hair color was an unnaturally bright red, and it came to 
just past her shoulders. As tall as she was, she was very skinny, yet she 
possessed two very large breasts that were barely contained in her green bikini 
top.  She was wearing a black miniskirt that hugged her round hips.  I was 
looking forward to seeing her get naked as soon as possible.

	I doubted whether Leigh was right about most of the crew being strippers, 
because Sharon protested very loudly about having to strip down in front of us.  
I couldn't hear what Vogel said to Sharon, but it silenced Sharon quickly.  
Trying not to look at us, Sharon first removed her miniskirt, revealing her 
impossibly long legs.  The crowd of ladies was surprisingly rowdy; making 
catcalls and wolf whistles while Sharon dropped her skirt to the ground.  The 
teasing got louder as Sharon removed her bikini top, and her obviously 
surgically 
enhanced breasts stood out on her skinny frame.  I was amazed by how mean the 
crowd of ladies got, as they wasted no insult in picking on Sharon's assets. 

	"Its just jealousy," Leigh explained when I asked.  "She's had plastic 
surgery done, when she's already so tall and beautiful.  A lot of women are 
already jealous of other's beauty, but when a pretty woman becomes even more 
attractive through surgery or hair dye, it tends to piss the other women off."

	Before Sharon could remove her white panties, Vogel pulled out a knife and 
sliced them off the terrified redhead.  The crowd cheered as Vogel tossed the 
remains of the panties to the crowd, and they cheered louder when Vogel's 
assistants strapped Sharon to the punishment frame.  They secured Sharon's 
ankles to the base of the frame and then bent her over the padded section.  She 
was then told to reach out and hold the two handles that were on the extended 
arms.  To my confusion, she was simply to hold the handles, rather than 
be shackled to them.  With her arms stretched out and bent over, it 
caused her large breasts to hang straight down.

	"Crewmember Sharon Rinaldi is guilty of the following," Vogel announced 
over the roaring of the wind.  "When she was on bridge duty, she sneaked away 
from her post.  The reason for her dereliction of duty?  She was caught in her 
room, having sex with one of her roommates!"

	The crowd snickered and Vogel let them have their laugh before she 
continued.  "The accomplice will not be punished, as it was during her free 
time.  However, I have had her lover taken to my quarters so that I may discover 
what kind of pussy was worth risking this kind of punishment!"

	"Sharon Rinaldi, for your crime, you shall receive the Punishment of a 
Hundred Licks!" Vogel snarled.  The crowd gasped at this punishment.  It was 
difficult enough inflicting even thirty lashes without causing mind numbing 
pain, but a hundred was absurd.  As skinny as Sharon was, I wasn't even sure she 
could take that many blows with serious possible damage.  The crowd that just 
minutes ago was teasing Sharon, was now very quiet.  I had the feeling that 
someone wanted to protest, but we were too scared to risk Vogel's wrath.  At 
least I knew that was my reason.

	"Quit your worrying, you chicken shit pussies!" Vogel snarled as she 
brandished a black paddle.  "The Punishment of a Hundred Licks is simple.  I 
will give her five licks with my paddle, Polly.  Then, one of you will step 
forward, and Sharon will give YOU five licks, anywhere you want.  Then I will 
give her five more licks, and then she'll give five of her own to the next 
person in line.  We'll go through everyone in line until we reach a hundred!"

	The lusty women cheered at this explanation.  Just like that, they turned 
on the woman they had briefly felt sorry for.  I admit, I had, too.  Watching 
Sharon's long, sexy legs had been a turn-on, and I was looking forward to 
getting my licks.  I wasn't sure Vogel would allow it, and I wasn't sure if 
Drake wouldn't be pissed. What cinched it was when Leigh asked me what kind of 
licks I was getting.  The fact that Leigh wanted to see me get licked by another 
woman aroused me and I didn't want to act too afraid of my boss around her.  I 
knew I had to stay.
	 
	"One last rule you should be aware of," Vogel warned.  "The other members 
of the crew can touch you, but if you let go of these two handles, then you will 
receive an additional five licks from myself and you shall give an extra five 
licks.  Let the first in line step forward!"

	This happened to be a lovely black woman with long braids.  Someone had 
brought forth a simple three-step stepladder so that everyone would be able to 
present something for Sharon to lick.  While the black girl removed her shorts, 
Vogel slammed five powerful spanks into Sharon's helpless ass.  The entire frame 
rocked with each spank and Vogel was a frightening figure as her ponytail lashed 
the air behind her.  Sharon was already crying out from the spanks on her thin 
ass.  Her breasts bounced with each blow, rocking together as her body shook.  
The crowd counted out her spanks in a chant more suited for a party atmosphere.
	
	After her licks from Vogel, the now bottomless black girl pulled Sharon's 
head roughly back.  The girl held onto Sharon's hair as she guided the redhead's 
face into her dark bush.  We couldn't see Sharon actually licking the girl, but 
we were treated to the sight of the black beauty's ass as she stood there.  She 
called out Sharon's licks, slowly as she moved Sharon's head in and out of her 
pussy.  It was over too quickly, and Vogel began spanking Sharon again before 
the black girl had even stepped down.

	"My God, I am so wet," Leigh, whispered to me as we watched a blonde get 
her pussy cleaned by the bound Sharon.  "Can you imagine what it must be like to 
be spanked like that in front of everybody?  The loss of power must be 
complete!"

	"Oh yeah," I said, for it happened the second time I met First Mate 
Vogel.  "I can't imagine what it would be like to have to lick all these women."

	She agreed as we watched my friend from the showers, Machiko, get her sex 
licked by the punished redhead.  Machiko even lifted her leg, stretching it out 
and resting it on one of the arms that Sharon was forced to hold onto.  With her 
sex exposed to all of us, we were able to watch as Sharon's tongue darted into 
the Asian's pussy.

	After five more spanks, Sharon was now visibly in tears from the force of 
the blows.  I have to give her credit, she held onto those handlebars tightly.  
I noticed that Vogel wasn't above slipping a finger into Sharon when she was 
servicing a crewmember.  It distracted Sharon just enough so that she couldn't 
do her five licks quickly.  By the way Sharon's legs kept struggling, I 
suspected it was also driving the girl into a horny frenzy.  I wondered if 
Sharon was caught before she could complete her tryst with her roommate.

	 The next girl was a cruel looking blonde I hadn't seen before.  She was a 
small girl, with elfin like breasts and hips.  She must have taken offense to 
Sharon's surgery because the first thing she did was grab both of Sharon's tits 
with her fingers and started twisting.  Sharon screamed at the rough treatment, 
but Vogel did nothing but laugh.  While the blonde twisted Sharon's tits, she 
requested that Sharon lick her tiny buds of breasts.  I could see Sharon's 
knuckles turn white from gripping the handlebars, but still she held on through 
the ordeal.  

	While Vogel administered five more spanks, Leigh turned to me with a 
twinkle in her eye.  

	"After the girl in front of us, I'll be next," she said.  "Instead of 
having her lick my tits or pussy, I've got another idea."

	"What have you got in mind?" I asked.

	"I want to try something I've always been too embarrassed to ask from a 
boyfriend before," she answered.

	I just laughed.  Here we were, in front of a large crowd, and Leigh was 
going to ask for something too embarrassing to ask from a guy when they were 
alone?  The psychology of a ship of sex slaves was amazing.  For some reason, 
when one person was being punished, it was like everyone else felt invisible.  I 
know I felt that way.  I was about to get five licks from a naked woman and I 
didn't have a trace of stage fright.

	Five more blistering blows were given to Sharon's ass and the crowd 
chanted the numbers to each one.  Leigh then climbed the steps and faced the 
crowd.  She held her arms up like she was a gymnast striking a pose and the 
ladies cheered her loudly.  I guess being a stripper helped make her comfortable 
in front of an audience.  Leigh then unbuckled her pants and pulled them down 
just below her ass.  

	"I'd like five licks to my asshole, please," Leigh said politely and I had 
to laugh.

	"You heard her, slut!" Vogel snarled when Sharon shook her head.  "Or 
shall I start the hundred licks all over again?"

	Defeat was apparent on Sharon's face.  Leigh on the other hand looked like 
a kid about to get her first piece of a new kind of candy.  My blonde friend 
reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks in an effort to be helpful.  Then 
she stepped back until Sharon's face was buried in her ass.  I just shook my 
head.  The best friend I had on this ship turned out to have dominant qualities 
of her own.  For some reason, that didn't bother me a bit.  It just gave us 
another thing we had in common.

	Since Sharon's face was buried in Leigh's full, tanned ass, I had to see 
how Sharon was doing by Leigh's expressions.  Leigh squealed slightly, 
shivering as she felt Sharon's questing tongue.  

	"One," Leigh called out, her eyes closed as she tried to feel Sharon's 
tongue.

	Leigh's smile was ear to ear as she announced "Two!"

	Then her eyes popped open and her body jumped.  She squealed again as 
Sharon's mouth hit a sensitive spot.  Leigh's hands released her ass cheeks and 
instead reached for Sharon's hair.  With two fistfuls of Sharon's curly red hair 
in her hands, Leigh pulled Sharon's mouth deeper into her ass.

	"Three!" Leigh cried out, followed by "Oh god!  Four!"  Leigh then 
swiveled her hips as she closed her eyes and licked her lips.  "Five," she 
moaned.

	As soon as Leigh announced the final lick, First Mate Vogel administered 
the next series of spanks.  Sharon barely had enough time to recover from one 
humiliation before she had to endure another.  With each blow, she cried out 
loudly and I knew her ass must have been burning by now.  I climbed up the steps 
during the spanking session and I was stunned by how bright red her ass was.  
Instead of feeling sympathy, I was just relieved it wasn't me being punished.

	"What do you think you're doing here, Cabin boy?" Vogel snarled.  Her 
chest was heaving from the exertions of her blows, but I tried to focus on her 
face instead.

	"I'm a member of the crew, and I was off duty," I answered.

	"Don't get smart with me," Vogel snapped.  "You know Captain Drake doesn't 
want you touching the rest of the crew."

	"Actually, she doesn't seem to mind when one of the crew is being 
punished," I answered.  I should have just walked away, but after seeing Leigh 
enjoy herself so much, I was horny enough to risk getting punished; even if it 
was just for five licks.  "I think she likes to rub it in that the only contact 
they have with me is brief and out of their control.  Plus, if Captain Drake 
does get mad, she'll take it out on Sharon."

	First Mate Vogel's eyes squinted at me as she considered this.  She 
absent-mindedly reached up and started twirling one of her brown locks in her 
fingers.  This mannerism might have been cute on any other beautiful woman, but 
on Vogel, I had the feeling she was sizing someone for more punishment.  In the 
end, I think she liked the idea of Sharon getting into more trouble.

	"Where do you want your licks, Cabin Boy? As if I couldn't already guess?" 
Vogel asked.

	I unzipped my shorts.  My cock sprang free, already erect from watching 
Sharon perform her punishments.  "I think I have an idea of where I want it," I 
said.

	"Please, don't make me do this," Sharon pleaded.  "Captain Drake will be 
furious!"

	"Not as angry as I will be if you don't obey, bitch!" Vogel snapped.  
Vogel used her free hand to grab Sharon's ass and she pinched a very red spot on 
her cheek.  From my new vantage point, I could see that Sharon's ass was covered 
with red welts.  Sharon screamed out when Vogel pinched her, and I flinched as I 
imagined how painful it must be.  

	"All right, all right," Sharon said, her voice sounding very defeated.  I 
stepped closer to her so that she could reach me.  I held my cock with my right 
hand so that the middle of my cock was right next to her lips.  With my other 
hand, I reached down and grabbed a handful of those enormous tits.  They were 
hot to the touch from all the squeezing the other girls had done, so I simply 
held them.  I rolled Sharon's nipples between my fingers gently, marveling at 
how heavy they were.

	Sharon began her licks, her red tongue snaking out and starting right on 
my cock.  Her tongue wiped slowly up my cock and finished at my tip.  I sighed 
and said "One."

	Behind her, Vogel slid two fingers right into Sharon's sex and I felt 
Sharon's gasp on my cock.  My cock twitched in response to her warm breath.  
Sharon gave me another lick, wetting my cock with a swipe of her tongue.  "Two," 
I called out the crowd of beauties watching me getting my cock licked.

	First Mate Vogel was now fucking Sharon roughly with her fingers.  I could 
her the wet squishy sounds of Sharon's pussy.  Sharon's moans were now more of a 
whimper, and I saw her arms falter as she almost let go of the handlebars.  The 
bound redhead shivered and turned her head so that her lips could wrap around my 
cock, sideways.  Her hazel eyes looked up at me while her lips traveled the 
length of my cock.  Sharon's restraint was crumbling under Vogel's 
manipulations, and she was becoming bolder with her licks.  "Three," I said 
after I shivered myself.

	"The slut likes sucking the Captain's Cabin Boy," Vogel said, her hand 
moving faster inside Sharon.  Sharon's moans reached a high pitch and her 
cheeks flushed at this new accusation.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see 
Leigh watching me, a fact that could make me tremble all by itself.  
Unbelievably, my cock felt ready to explode.  Between the attentions of the 
three different women, I was almost ready to climax simply from three strokes.

	Sharon sensed my need from how hard I was groping her breasts, or maybe 
she was just horny herself.  Whatever the reasons, she opened her lips and 
engulfed my cock into her mouth.  The shock of her hot mouth swallowing my cock 
down to my balls caused me to shift both my hands to her curly red hair.  Her 
tongue was flicking at me quickly, but I saw no reason to tell that bitch Vogel 
that Sharon had far exceeded five licks.  "Four," I yelled out as the crew 
looked on and Sharon pulled her mouth free of my cock.

	"Oh!" Sharon gasped, and her jaw trembled as she reached an orgasm from 
Vogel's fingers.  That was too much for me to see, and I couldn't wait any 
longer.  My hands still wrapped in her hair, I plunged my cock back into her 
mouth.  Still in the throes of her orgasm, Sharon barely had enough time to open 
her lips before I shoved my cock into her.  

	As soon as her lips closed around my cock, Sharon sucked down hard on my 
cock.  "You go, William!" Leigh called out.  Almost as if my cock needed 
permission, I exploded my seed right there.  Sharon pulled her head back, her 
lips hugging every inch of my climaxing cock.  When she reached the tip, she 
paused and her tongue lapped at the tip of my cock.  Rapidly her tongue 
flickered, pulling every last ounce out of my climaxing cock.

	My bliss was interrupted by a painful, unexpected spank to my bare ass.  I 
jumped and my cock fell out of Sharon's lips.  I turned to see that Vogel had 
stepped behind me with the paddle.  The entire crew, except for Leigh, was 
laughing at me rubbing my sore ass.  My cheeks burned and my cock wilted as I 
suffered my humiliation in front of all these women.

	"You forgot to call out your lick," Vogel said with the first smile I had 
seen from her.  Embarrassed, I pulled up my pants and quickly stepped down.  
Sharon was licking her lips when Vogel resumed spanking her.  I stared out to 
the ocean as I walked away, trying to ignore the snickers and pointing fingers 
from the crew.  Several girls tried to get my attention, but I ignored them and 
walked right over to Leigh.

	"That was mean of her," Leigh said as she gave me a quick hug.  Instantly, 
I felt better. 

	"She was quick to give me a spank, wasn't she?" I said.  My ass still 
stung.

	"Yeah, but at least you enjoyed the licking.  Was it good?" she asked with 
a smile.

	It was then that I realized that I just climaxed in front of over twenty 
women.  I nodded yes to her question, but inside I was stunned by how easily I 
had revealed myself to a group of women.  The spank didn't seem nearly as 
important now.  For the rest of Sharon's punishment, I just made small talk with 
Leigh as I tried to forget that a good portion of the crew had watched me get a 
blowjob.  Already I could hear some of the women in line make jokes about how 
fast I climaxed.  It was embarrassing to be the only male on board the ship and 
still be the subject of ridicule.

	Finally, Sharon's ordeal was over.  She finished her last five licks on a 
blonde's small tits, and for some trumped up reason, Vogel gave her five extra.  
The crowd broke up, as most of them had duties to go to.  Sharon was released 
from the frame, and she nearly stumbled from being bound so long. Her face 
scrunched up in pain as she buttoned her shorts.  I guess she won't be 
neglecting 
her duties for a while.  Or sitting down for that matter.

	"I got to go, but it was a blast hanging out with you," Leigh said.  Wow, 
even with my public embarrassment, Leigh still wanted to be seen with me.

	"I always like being with you," I said.  "Maybe next time we meet, someone 
won't be tied up, spanked and forced to lick people."

	"What would we do for fun if we couldn't do that?" she said with a 
mischievous smile that reminded me of Captain Drake.  Then she waved and hurried 
off to her next duty.  I stood there, stunned at her flirtations, but also 
looking forward to when we could meet again.  In the meantime, I had to get 
ready for whatever Captain Drake had planned for me tonight.  Knowing Captain 
Drake, no amount of preparation would be enough.  
	  
To be continued