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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. 
 
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"Her Cabin Boy" 
Part 14
By Shon Richards

	I slept deeply that night.  The fruity punch I consumed by the mug last 
night had delivered the knock-out blow to a day spent chasing and fighting naked 
women.  I don't recall actually making it back to my cabin, though I do have 
vague memories of Drake ordering people to carry me.  For that matter, I had all 
sorts of memories of Drake giving orders, and of the lewd debaucheries she 
organized last night.  My dreams had been pleasant and chaotic.

	My awakening was brutal and shocking.  I woke to falling from my hammock, 
the dark floor of the ship rushing up to meet my face.  The wind was knocked out 
of me, and as I struggled to gain my breath, a knee was pressed into my back.  
My hands were pulled behind by arms too powerfully to fight if I did have my 
breath.  Handcuffs were slapped on my wrists, and a hand tugged on my hair, 
forcing me to rise.  I tried to stand, but my knees were kicked hard, and I 
dropped to my knees.

	"What the fuck is going on?" I yelled.  

	"It's a mutiny, dumb-ass," I heard from in front of me.  

	The lights were flipped cruelly on, and I shut my eyes to avoid the glare.  
When I was able to open my eyes, the first thing I saw was the red leather 
boots.  They were similar to the thigh-highs Drake always wore, but these were 
lined with small shiny silver studs.  Bare, tanned legs led up from the tops of 
the boots, joining together at bare hips.  A tiny, red thong covered her sex; 
the material so tight, I could see the outline of her pubic region.  A red 
leather corset covered her torso, clinging to her curves like a second skin.  
Her cleavage spilled over the buckles that could barely constrain her breasts.   
Long brown hair was hanging free around her face, long curls that suggested 
class and at the same time, a wild spirit.  It was the heartless smile that 
caught my breath though. It was First Mate Vogel!

	"Are you crazy!  We're days away from port!" I snapped.  Being bound and 
jumped early in the morning had given me more courage than I would have 
imagined.

	"Shut up, William," the person behind me said.  I turned and saw Second 
Mate Gonzales!  

	Vogel laughed at the look on my face.  "Drake was foolish to think we 
would wait until we were close to port to mutiny.  She has been pissing off the 
crew every waking moment since this voyage began.  All the women on the ship 
have had it with this stupid pirate theme, and with Drake raping women at 
random.  This isn't a mutiny to win her million dollar prize, this is a mutiny 
to be free of having an insane woman running the show."

	"Raping?  Latesha seemed to have a damn good time last night," I laughed.  
"Once Drake brought out the dildos, Latesha didn't want her 'ordeal' to end."

	"Oh, she might have had fun," Vogel said with a sneer.  "But the rest of 
the crew had to do the endless chores of keeping this ship running.  Also, 
everyone saw what she did to Theresa when she surrendered, stabbing her in the 
back just because she could.  No, the crew is well aware of the risks they run 
with Drake, and they know how rare it is to get on her good side.  Drake made it 
easy for me to lead a mutiny.  The women will gladly accept my leadership just 
to have some stability.  If Drake backstabs her Second Mate, what can the common 
crewwoman expect?"

	My blood ran cold as I considered the truth of what she said.  My loyalty 
to Drake was still solid and I felt I had to be defiant for her sake.  

	"You'll have to capture Drake first," I said proudly.

	"We already have," Vogel said sweetly.  "Gonzales, myself and a few 
selected crewwomen broke into her quarters her an hour after she retired.  She 
was slightly drunk, and very tired from her deck orgy.  We bound her up, and 
have already placed her in the brig under a constant guard.  The crew doesn't 
even know she's been captured yet.  Once they find out that she's been disposed, 
I'm sure they'll be relieved to know that insane woman is safely locked away."

	Gonzales' grip was tight around my shoulders, but I ignored her as I 
lifted my head proudly.  It wasn't easy. Vogel looked extremely sexy in her 
outfit, as well as supremely confident.  Still, I couldn't fail my Captain by 
submitting so easily.

	"I think you'll be disappointed," I said bravely.  Once they hear you've 
imprisoned the Captain, the crew will rise up.  They've seen how generous she 
can be. I'm sure they'll want a chance to get on her good side."

	"You're smarter than your average boytoy, cabin boy," Vogel acknowledged.  
"That's exactly why we've got you in this position now.  It's no secret that 
you're the Captain's favorite; what you decide to do in this mutiny will 
influence the crew."

	"What do you mean?" I demanded.

	"If you are against my taking over, then you'll join Drake in the brig," 
Vogel threatened.  "You can eat bread and water, just like the Captain will eat.  
You can count on being in separate cells, with nothing to entertain you except 
maybe counting the hours go by.  Granted, having the only man on board in a cell 
might be tempting for the crew, but I'll make sure no one gets a chance to spend 
any time with you."

	Vogel then hunched down on her long legs, and was face to face with me.  
Damn, her scarlet lipstick was sexy.  I wanted to hate her, but I just couldn't 
stop thinking about her heaving bosom, ready to fall out of her corset. 

	"Your other option is much more pleasant," Vogel continued, with a softer 
voice.  Was the Ice Queen trying to seduce me?  "If you decide to throw in with 
my mutiny, the other women will take your submission as proof that Drake is 
crazy.  If her most trusted crewmember helps overthrow her, then maybe the 
Captain is crazier than even they guessed.  Your allegiance to me will be the 
final proof that the crew needs."

	"You'll have your freedom about the ship," Vogel continued.  "You'll also 
resume your duties, except this time, you'll be serving me.  Drake was right 
about one thing. Having possession of the only man on board is a tremendous 
symbol of power.  If I don't miss my guess, you wouldn't mind being my cabin 
boy, would you?"

	I struggled with myself.  My cock was hard and eager, slowly growing as 
Vogel talked of making me hers.  However, I couldn't betray my Captain either.  
Yes, I thought Drake was crazy too, but she held a special power over me.  No 
other woman had ever used me like she did, and no other woman made being used so 
much fun.  My thoughts raced as I tried to sort my feelings.  I despised Vogel, 
but a plan came to mind that would help Drake.

	"I'll be your cabin boy on one condition," I said, but then I was choked 
off as Gonzales squeezed hard on my shoulders.  

	"You don't get to make conditions in a mutiny!" Gonzales snarled.  It's 
funny. They hated the pirate theme, but they were still using the same terms and 
rules.

	"Let him speak," Vogel said.  Her hand went to my chest, and started 
tracing circles around my nipples.  I shivered. 

	"I want you to go easy on Drake while she's imprisoned," I said.    "Serve 
her good food, and make sure she has books to read.  Even give her paper to 
write on, so she won't go nuts with boredom.  Hell, for that matter, give her at 
least one vibrator."  

	Vogel's hand stopped circling my nipple, and instead grabbed a handful of 
my nipple.  I cried out, but Gonzales' powerful arms prevented me from 
struggling.  Vogel never lost her sweet smile, which made me think she was as 
crazy as Drake.

	"Being imprisoned in comfort isn't exactly what the pirates would do, is 
it?" Vogel said.  "Won't she protest?"

	I winced as Vogel continued to twist my nipple.  "Yeah, but I thought you 
said you were sick of playing pirate games.  This way, you show her that you're 
more civilized than her.  The crew will know she's being treated nicely, and 
that'll help prevent anyone from feeling sorry for her.  Also, in the days of 
pirates, famous pirate Captains were treated nicely because you could never tell 
what would happen when they went to trial.  Henry Morgan was pardoned, and given 
a fucking island to govern.  The Navy treated pirate Captains nicely just in 
case that one day the Captain might be their boss."

	The nipple twisting abated.  "Really?" Vogel asked.  

	Ha!  Not everyone on this ship is a pirate expert, so I continued to lie.   
"Oh sure.  It was accepted that if a Captain was comfortable while a prisoner, 
he wouldn't seek any sort of revenge on his captors.  Eventually, you'll have to 
let Drake go.  If you treat her well, then she won't exact any nasty punishments 
on the women who do stay on board after she's released."

	Vogel thought about it, and I tried to keep a straight face.  Everything I 
had just said was a lie and I was sure that the punishment would be swift and 
harsh if Vogel found out.  It was worth it though if it stood a chance of making 
Drake's captivity any easier.  I couldn't imagine how stir-crazy the dynamic 
woman would be after one day of nothing to do.  I should know; I remember all 
too well how bored I was when I spent half a day bound for a punishment I didn't 
deserve.

	"It's a deal," Vogel said finally.  She held her hand up to stop 
Gonzales's protest.  "Don't argue Theresa, it's something we should have done 
anyway.  It shows we are humane, and much kinder than Drake would ever be.  Take 
the cuffs off, but don't let him stand.  Let's move to Drake's quarters. We're 
going to have visitors."

	Since they weren't letting me get up, I had to crawl through the adjoining 
door into Drake's empty cabin.  Vogel immediately went to Drake's chair, the one 
made of solid oak that most resembled a throne.  I choked down a protest.  It 
galled me to see Vogel just sit so comfortably in my Captain's quarters, but I 
knew I had to keep silent.  I had to play as submissive as possible, not just to 
save my hide, but also to make the Captain's imprisonment easier.  

	"Over here, cabin boy," Vogel called, pointing to the ground in front of 
her.  I crawled across the floor, my face red as I took my place.  She wanted me 
to stay there, on my hands and knees in front of her.  Vogel leaned down and 
clutched my balls in an iron grip.  To my shame, my cock grew at such rough 
treatment.  That's when she made a final offer before the others came in.

	"Prove to my fellow officers that you are on my side, and I'll give you a 
fucking you won't soon forget," she whispered in my ear.  She squeezed my balls 
once more as I shivered to her promise.

The door opened, and in walked Dr. Allston and Chef Gibson.  Gibson's jaw 
dropped as she saw me there, and Dr. Allston gave me a frown that spoke loudly 
of her disappointment in me.  Teresa was simply smug, and took great pleasure in 
how uncomfortable the other ladies were.  Gibson and Allston's eyes kept 
wandering to my cock and I was humiliated by how erect I was.  It proved that no 
matter what I might say to excuse myself, I was turned on by my new position 
with Vogel.

	"Do you want us to bow, curtsey, or just salute you?" the beautiful and 
brave Dr. Allston asked.

	Vogel just settled back in her chair, and placed her feet on top of my 
back.  The touch of her leather boots on my skin actually made my body tingle.  
I couldn't help thinking of about how nice those boots would feel wrapped around 
me.

	"There is no need to get bitchy, Doctor," Vogel said.  "I'm just trying to 
bring a little sanity back to the ship before somebody gets hurt."

	"You just want a chance at the million dollars," Gibson snapped.  "That's 
never going to happen when every woman on this ship will try to bust Drake out."

	"I don't think so," Vogel replied calmly.  "I've declared a free day for 
today, as well as opened up the liquor supplies.  The ship only really needs 
half a dozen people to keep it running, so why make everyone else work?  The 
girls have been working non-stop for the past week.  Tell me honestly, what do 
you think they'll be more worried about, sunbathing and relaxing or who is in 
charge?"

	The doctor and the chef were quiet, and I sighed as I realized that Vogel 
was right.  The ebony doctor was ready to give up though.  I really admired her, 
and wished I could have been more supportive rather than kneeling as a footrest 
for Vogel.
	
	"But they have to keep working, or else the crew will get bored and 
restless," Dr. Allston protested.  

	"The crew will get restless, but only after they recover from the 
exhaustion that Drake gave them.  I also expect that most of them have never 
been on a cruise, and will want to kill a few days just doing nothing.  If they 
do get restless before we get to port, then we'll sail that ocean when we get to 
it," Vogel said.  

	I chuckled briefly at that last comment. It sounded like something Drake 
would say!  I realized my mistake as soon as I laughed, for the room got quiet.  
I bit my tongue, praying that this didn't ruin my chances of getting laid with 
Vogel.  Luckily, Gibson broke the tension for me.

	"And what's with you abusing poor William like this?" Gibson protested.  
"He hasn't done anything that Drake didn't tell him to.  You don't have to abuse 
him like that."

	"The cabin boy is mine," Vogel said casually, as if they were discussing a 
possession she didn't care for.  "He's mine simply because I want him.  Besides, 
he agrees with what I have done, don't you boy?"

	"Yes, Captain," I said, my cheeks burning with shame.  I hated to say 
this, but I knew it was what I had to do in order to help Drake.  "The Captain 
was crazy.  This way we can all enjoy some peace and quiet until we get to port.  
Please just go along with Vogel. You know we're playing exactly by the rules 
Drake set."

	"I had no idea you were such a slut," Dr. Allston said, and I knew it was 
true as soon as she said it.  I was so turned on, that even her calling me a 
slut was arousing.  My cock was quivering with barely contained excitement.

	"Don't be so hard on him," Vogel laughed.  "He's just following his cock."

	"What I need to know right now is, are you with me, or are you going to be 
sharing cells in the brig with Drake?"

	"You need us," Gibson said, losing a bit of her confidence in her voice.

	"Yes, I do need the ship's doctor and the ship's cook," Vogel conceded.  
"But I need traitors even less.  It wouldn't be too hard to replace you Gibson. 
We just won't be having any gourmet meals.  As for the doctor, I know that even 
if we lock you up, you'll be bound by your Hippocratic oath to tend to anyone 
who gets injured.  We could keep you in the brig, and just bring you out 
whenever we needed your services."

	"What will it be?" Gonzales barked.  For a fitness instructor, she wasn't 
real good with handling stressful situations.  "Are you going to behave, or are 
we putting you in the brig?"

	The dark doctor and the voluptuous chef looked at each other, and then 
they both looked down on me.  I felt ashamed again as I realized how important 
my visible submission was to their decision making.  I thought making some sort 
of a sign, anything that would let them know I was still loyal to my Captain, 
but I was too afraid of Vogel even to try.  Even more shamefully, I was afraid 
of endangering my chances of getting that fucking that Vogel promised me.

	"Since you have Gonzales' muscle and the cooperation of the crew, I don't 
see how I can adequately stop you," the intelligent doctor admitted.  "Promise 
me that you won't harm Drake, or any of the crew, and I won't oppose you.  
You'll also have to release Drake as soon as we get into port in accordance to 
her rules.  If you keep her prisoner after we reach port, then you'll be 
crossing the line into kidnapping." 

	"It's a deal," Vogel said.  "As long as you two don't try anything, you're 
free to do as you wish.  Now go, please.  I intend to fuck my new cabin boy 
now."

	My heart pounded at her words, while at the same time, my face flushed 
again at how brazen she was with flaunting my sexuality with these ladies I 
respected.  The normally cheerful chef gave me one last look of disgust before 
she left, while the beautiful black doctor looked at me rather intensely before 
she exited.  I had the uncomfortable feeling that she saw right through me, and 
knew me for the sick deviant that I was.

	"You can go too, Gonzales," Vogel said, waving her out.

	"Me?  But I thought we had some more plans to work out?" Gonzales 
protested.

	"They can wait," Vogel said.  "I need you to tell the crew about who is in 
charge, as well as explain how much of a great day they have in store for them.  
Besides, I wasn't kidding when I said I intended to fuck William here."

	Gonzales gave me the dirtiest look of all, one that had far more venom in 
it than anything Allston or Gibson gave me.  An inspiration hit me that maybe 
Gonzales had reasons for supporting Vogel that went beyond mere leadership.  I 
realized that a muscular lesbian who could kick my ass now considered me 
competition for her girl.  I was not looking forward to my next workout session 
with her.

	When she left, slamming the door hard behind her, Vogel moved her boots 
from my back, and kneeled down beside me.  She said nothing, and I knew better 
than to say anything as well.  Her hand moved to my back, and slowly stroked 
down to my ass.  My arms shook with excitement.  Vogel still didn't say anything 
as her hand moved up and down my back, occasionally stroking my buttocks.  
Finally, when she cupped my ass and squeezed, a moan escaped from my lips.  

	God, I hated her but at the same time I wanted her so fucking bad!

	"Why did you laugh when I was trying to impress them?" Vogel asked with a 
cold voice.

	"I'm sorry," I said miserably.  "It's just that you sounded like Drake 
when you mentioned 'crossing that ocean when we get to it.'  I know how much you 
hate the pirate theme, yet you did it without thinking."

	"You almost cost me their allegiance," Vogel said harshly.  "I don't give 
a fuck what you thought was funny.  In the future, you will serve me without 
embarrassing me."

	"Yes, ma'am," I said.  Then I cried out as I felt her hand land hard on my 
ass.

	"Call me, Captain, boy!" Vogel snarled.  "I'm the Captain now, and don't 
you ever forget it!"

	"Yes Captain!" I cried, but still she spanked me again.  This time, she 
caught both of my cheeks with her hand.

	Vogel then grabbed my hair roughly, forcing me to tilt my head back, but 
she wouldn't allow me to move from my kneeling position.  With her other hand, 
she spanked me rapidly.  All over my ass, she spanked, with a fury and cruelty 
that I never experienced from Drake.  I cried out loudly with each blow, 
partially from the pain and partially from the sheer humiliation of being 
spanked like this.  It was not the usual ritualistic spanking I would get from 
Drake.  No, this was the primal, angry spanking you would get when you were a 
kid.  Vogel was breaking Drake's rule about spanking when angry, and I was too 
terrified to say anything in my defense.  

	She held me there for what seemed like years.  I don't know how she could 
keep spanking me with her bare hand, for my ass was burning after just a few 
minutes.  I kept shifting my knees, trying to move away from Vogel, but then she 
would just twist my hair until I relented and kept still.  From the top of my 
thighs to the top of my buttocks, Vogel covered my ass with hot hand prints from 
her spanking.  It wasn't long before I was whimpering for her to stop, as the 
pain pushed my senses into a delirium.

	"Have you learned your lesson?" Vogel demanded.

	"Yes! Yes, Captain!" I cried.

	I must have sounded sincere, because she released her grip on my hair.  
Vogel stood up, and walked past me.  As she walked by, I smelled the over-
powering aroma of her sex!  It was unmistakable, pungent and tangy at the same 
time. It was undoubtedly her own arousal I was smelling.  The pain of my welts 
was intense, but I ignored it as I breathed deeply of her undeniable arousal.  
Somehow, I felt pride, even if all I did was take her spanking.  I was proud 
because it was me that caused that arousal.

	"Sit here," Vogel commanded, pointing to a chair I knew too well.  I 
couldn't afford to hesitate, so I crawled over to the chair.  Vogel patted the 
hard oak seat, and I knew I had no choice.  I rose, and sat down on the chair as 
commanded.  The welts on my ass came alive as I sat down, and I nearly shrieked 
like a girl as I settled into the seat.  

	Vogel worked quickly over the bondage gear attached to the chair.  My 
wrists were constrained by the handcuffs on the arms of the chair.  A belt was 
tied around my waist, as well as straps around my ankles.  Vogel even buckled 
the leather bands that went around my thighs and elbows.  Finally, she used the 
wide leather collar that came with the chair, tightening it around my neck so 
that my head was forced to look straight ahead and my back was required to sit 
straight up.  When she was done, I couldn't move an inch of my body.  I couldn't 
even lift my ass up so that the cold wood wouldn't press into my fresh stripes.

	"I promised you a fucking, cabin boy, and you're going to receive your 
award," Vogel said but without her usual cruel tone.  This time there was a 
breathless quality in her voice.  Her magnificent breasts were heaving as she 
rapidly stripped off her red thong, and I could swear her lips were quivering.  
Damn! She was more turned on by that spanking than I was!

	The brutal brunette reached behind me and pressed a button on the chair.  
I screamed in panic as the back of the chair swung back, taking my bound neck 
with it!  The chair folded back at a forty-five degree angle and stopped, much 
like a folding lawn chair would.  As I started to laugh with relief, Vogel was 
already straddling my half-reclined body.  Her long, red leather boots threaded 
through the space under the arms of the chair, and her tantalizing sex was 
hanging above my cock.  

	The damn collar prevented me from tilting my head down, but I could see 
Vogel's sex if I strained my eyes.  Her pubic region was completely bare of any 
hair, and as tanned as the rest of her.  What was amazing, was how engorged her 
clit was.  Her clit was large and shiny with moisture, betraying just how badly 
Vogel wanted this union to take place.  As I watched, a single drop of juice 
fell from Vogel's pussy, striking me right on the tip of my cock.

	"Don't you dare cum in my pussy," Vogel commanded.  She reached down, and 
grabbed my cock, pointing me up towards her wet sex.  I could only moan 
incoherently to her commands. My body was too tense to allow me to think of a 
response.  Without further instructions, Vogel lowered herself onto my cock, our 
sexes merging like a sword entering its sheath.  We both cried out as my hard 
cock penetrated her tight, wet pussy.  As she lowered herself inch by inch, I 
realized just how well the chair held me down.  I couldn't touch her, or even 
thrust up in order to make our joining any faster.  Ever so slowly, she allowed 
her pussy to encompass my cock, leisurely enjoying every inch of me that entered 
into her.  

	When her pussy did settle completely on my cock, and her clit was rubbing 
lewdly on my pubic hair, my sore ass felt the complete weight of her body.  I 
uttered a long moan, but of pain or pleasure I couldn't tell.  I knew in that 
moment that I was as much as a slut as I had been accused.  No matter what 
humiliation or pain I always endure, it never seems to matter if it's done by a 
sexy woman.  As Vogel ground me deeper into her pussy, I knew that I would 
forgive her any hardship just to be in this position again.  It was different 
from what I felt for Drake; with her, it was a love and trust that she would 
always get me off in the best ways possible.  With Vogel, I just knew I had to 
suffer in order to be worthy of being fucked.  I'm not sure which bothered me 
more.

	Once Vogel was firmly settled with my cock in her, she reached up and 
grabbed my hair with both hands.  Her corset pressed roughly against my chest, 
and I couldn't help think of her lovely breasts being separated from me by just 
a thin layer of leather and buckles.  The lovely brunette's hair hung down on my 
chest, while her mouth was just inches away from mine.  I could feel every 
breath as she exhaled; every blast of air as she moaned.

	With a growl, Vogel began to bounce fiercely on my cock.  Each time her 
pussy slammed down on my cock, the shocks would force my ass painfully down onto 
the chair.  I didn't care a single bit.  I just growled with pleasure as well, 
for Vogel's bare pussy stayed tight around me, clenching me in a grip that was 
pure pleasure.  I squinted as hard as I could to watch Vogel's cleavage bounce 
inside her corset, praying that those large, tanned breasts of hers would pop 
free.  As for Vogel, her own eyes were clenched as she fucked me faster and 
faster.  I kept straining against my bindings, trying to meet her with each 
thrust, but the damn chair held me perfectly still.  I couldn't thrust a single 
inch as Vogel fucked herself to her first orgasm. 

	The scream Vogel let out was loud, long and very sexy.  It was a torrid 
scream, jagged with the various ebbs of a good orgasm.  I watched her as she 
climaxed, enjoying the way her mouth opened seductively as she bellowed.  I 
loved the ways her eyes clenched, like what she was experiencing was too intense 
to watch herself.

	"More," she moaned, and I bit back a laugh.  Damn!  She was more of a slut 
than I was!  

	I tried to do as she said, but the damn chair prevented me from moving.  
Vogel leaned up on my cock, and unbuckled the front of her corset in a frenzy to 
strip.  Within seconds, her tanned breasts were free, yet still too far from my 
reach!  Thankfully, my vicious new Captain realized this, and unfastened the 
collar around my neck.  As soon as my head could move again, Vogel was pulling 
my hair, forcing my head down while at the same time, she was lifting her breast 
to my mouth.  

	Once her nipple was in my mouth, Vogel began fucking me hard again.  I was 
still restrained, but at least now my lips could fasten around one of her salty 
nipples.  After the first time her nipple popped free of my mouth, I started 
using my teeth to hold it in place.  Tracy didn't seem to mind at all, she just 
kept my head at her nipple and fucked my helpless body even faster.  Her body 
was humping me so fast, her breast kept smashing into my face, smothering me 
happily.

	Again, Tracy came with a powerful scream to celebrate her climax.  Her 
pussy clenched me sporadically, and I almost climaxed right there.  The pain of 
the spanking was almost gone now, as my body had too many distractions to occupy 
itself with something as mundane as welts.

	"I'm going to cum," I warned.

	Vogel pulled herself up, her delicious breasts moving sadly away from my 
mouth.  Her pussy never let go of my cock as she moved into a sitting position.  
It was getting harder than ever to not climax with this beautiful, tanned woman 
grinding on my cock.

	"I warned you not to cum in me," Vogel snarled.  Just like that, the slut 
in heat was gone and the super-bitch was back.  Or was she?  Vogel still hadn't 
stopped rubbing herself on my cock.

	"I can't help it," I groaned.  It felt like she was purposefully 
tightening her pussy around my cock.  I struggled with my wrist cuffs, I knew 
that pushing her off of me was the only way I was going to stop myself from 
cumming in her.  

	"You will help it!" Vogel snapped.  She pulled on her taunt nipples as she 
continued to ride me.  "You will NOT cum in me, understand!"

	That was it for my self-control.  Watching Tracy as she pulled her tits 
out was the final icing to the cake she was baking with her constant hip motion.  
It was bizarre to climax without being able to move my body, my body just tensed 
up and my cock just exploded within Vogel's sex.  It was one long shuddering 
eruption as I shot my cum into her.

	After my orgasm was complete, Vogel simply stood up, releasing my spent 
cock from her pussy.  "I told you not to cum in me!" she snapped.

	I knew enough about Tracy's cruel side not to argue.  "Sorry, Captain.  I 
was just too horny."

	She used a towel to clean herself, wiping any trace of me off of her.  It 
took her half an hour to clean herself as well as she wished.  The whole time 
she cleaned herself, she kept giving me occasional dirty looks.  I could tell by 
the steel in her eyes that she had a proper punishment planned for me.  

	I was right, of course. After she cleaned herself, she released my bonds, 
but forbade me to rise from the ground.  I had to crawl around on my hands and 
knees while she continued the task of making the ship hers.  Vogel set down two 
bowls; one of oatmeal, and one of water.  I dreaded the implications of her 
actions.

	"There is your breakfast for today, Cabin Boy," Vogel declared as she 
examined herself in the mirror.  "You're free to eat as much as you want, as 
long as you don't rise.  I'll have to go on deck and assure the crew that I'm in 
charge now.  In the meantime, I want you to polish and prepare all of Drake's 
toys.  I plan to have a victory party tonight."

	Yes, it was true.  Captain Drake, the most sensual woman I have ever 
fucked was a prisoner on her own ship, and I was still doing all the cleaning!  
When Vogel left me alone for the day, and I started to eat my breakfast, a plan 
began to form.

To be continued,