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 15
By Shon Richards

	It wasn't easy to wake up before my usual time without the aid of an alarm 
clock, yet somehow, I did it.  My eyes popped open sometime shortly after dawn.  
I could see the sun exploding on the horizon, the ocean blossoming into a 
variety of oranges and reds.  Looking out my small porthole and watching the 
sun, I couldn't help think of my poor Captain.  The multitude of colors reminded 
me of Drake's fiery temper, and the burning sun reminded me of her smoldering 
personality.  I renewed my vow to free her.

	I threw on some ragged black shorts and a striped red and white t-shirt.  
Captain Vogel might have relaxed the pirate dress code, but I felt like it would 
be too much like betraying Drake if I didn't wear something she would like.  The 
crew was still hung over from the free day they had yesterday, so I was free to 
shower as long as I liked.  I moved fast though. After the exhausting, if 
pleasurable long day Vogel put me through yesterday, I wanted to make sure I 
showered and ate before I had to endure whatever sweet tortures she had planned 
for me today.

	To my surprise, the galley was up and running when I got there.  As early 
as I had gotten up, the kitchen help must have gotten up earlier!  I saw Gibson 
working as hard as usual, the voluptuous woman shouting orders and giving her 
help occasional smacks on the ass with a wooden spoon.  They were busy so I 
didn't bother to make any requests.  I just snatched a bowl of cereal and some 
fresh doughnuts and retreated into the galley to eat.  Part of me feared that 
Gibson would challenge me, but she didn't even give me a second glance.

	The galley wasn't as empty as I first thought, for there was someone 
already here.  Sitting in a corner of the galley, eating the same meal as I, was 
the delectable Leigh!  She saw me and waved me over and I immediately went to 
sit by her.  Even at dawn she was beautiful. Her long blonde hair was loose and 
free around her face, hanging straight over her chest like a mermaid's hair.  A 
tiny green bikini top barely covered her large breasts and her nipples were 
clearly visible through the sheer material.  She was stretching her long tanned 
legs on the bench, eating casually as I sat down across from her.  To my regret, 
she curled those inviting legs up under her as she turned to face me.  I 
couldn't regret it that much though, because now I had those breathtaking blue 
eyes focused on me.

	"What are you doing up this early?" I asked her.

	"Trying to avoid my bunkmates," Leigh whispered in the quiet galley.  
"With Drake gone, the rest of the girls thinks it's an all day orgy on the ship 
now.  I've got nothing against fucking women, I'm just hoping it'll be a bit 
classier when I do have sex with a woman."

	"You're still holding out for Drake?" I asked.  When she nodded, I just 
agreed silently with her.  There was no need to explain.  Drake had taken me 
into a journey of sensual delights and challenged me on a personal level that I 
hadn't known existed.  I wasn't jealous at all that Leigh wanted Drake as her 
guide as well.  In fact, it made me feel closer to Leigh, knowing that Drake 
held the same fascination for her.  We were compatriots.

	"What will you do today?" I asked.  

	"I have no idea," she said with a look of desperation in her eyes.  "We 
don't have any official chores to do anymore, and the other women just sit 
around drinking, sunning and making out.  The only ones not sitting around are 
those Vogel punishes, and they're in no condition to bother anyone afterwards.  
I'm afraid I'm going to spend my whole day hiding from horny girls.  There just 
isn't anything I can do to stay away from them."

	"I have an idea, if you're willing to be working all day," I said.  Her 
eyes lit up and she reached across and grabbed my hand.  Her touch was electric, 
giving me good chills.

	"Really?  I wouldn't mind working at all!" Leigh whispered excitedly.  
Drake's the only one I want to be around anyway.  Well, except for you, too."

	My cock stirred as she said this, but I tried to ignore it.  If I start 
thinking about the possibilities of what she just said, I wouldn't be able to 
stand with the erection in my shorts!  I squeezed her hand warmly, and stood up.  

	"Let me go check, and I'll see what I can do," I said.  

	With a wave, I walked back into the kitchen.  Chef Gibson was yelling at 
one of the topless drudges about how to scramble an egg properly.  I waited 
patiently, wondering how the fuck I was going to ask this dominating woman for a 
favor.

	"What do you want? I'm busy!" Gibson snapped at me.  

	I nearly swallowed my tongue, because Gibson was topless under her apron.  
Her huge breasts were easily the largest on board the ship, and they were barely 
hidden by the white apron.  Since I was taller than Gibson, I had to tear my 
eyes away from her soft valley every time I tipped my head down to talk to her.  

	"I need a favor, please" I started.  Her eyebrows perked, but she didn't 
say anything so I continued.  "A friend of mine doesn't want to get swept up by 
all the partying on board the ship.  She's kind of shy, and quite a few of the 
women have been pestering her to join in the fun.  I know she's a hard worker, 
and she's already said that she would be willing to work if it kept her away 
from the rest of the crew."

	"You want her to be a kitchen drudge?" Gibson said doubtfully.  "These 
girls are here because they're being punished.  It's the hardest work on board."

	"I know that, but it's the only way to keep her safe," I answered.  "By 
marking her work as a drudge, no one else is allowed to interfere with her 
duties.  No one will bother her because they know drudges are responsible for 
all the food.  I'll do anything to get her the job."

	Her lips perked into a smile at that last bit, and I worried that I 
overplayed my hand by showing how much I cared for Leigh.  Heck, I was a little 
surprised by how much I cared for Leigh.  I knew then that if Gibson refused me, 
that I would spend the rest of my day hiding my blonde friend, even if I had to 
cover and hide her the entire time.

	"I'll tell Vogel to let me borrow you for tonight then," she said.  "Don't 
worry about Vogel.  If she expects me to keep things running during this mutiny 
so everyone doesn't starve, she's going to have to cut me some of her 
privileges.  Call your friend in," Gibson sighed.  "With Drake gone, I haven't 
had near enough help anymore.  I just hope she can cook better than these damn 
strippers I get stuck with!"

	I nearly ran to the galley door.  I waved Leigh in, and the huge smile on 
her face was reward enough.  I had proven the trust she had in me, and the warm 
satisfaction I felt was incredible.  Perhaps this is how Drake feels when she 
takes care of me?  If so, I can definitely see the appeal of having a cabin girl 
of my own one day.

	Leigh skipped into the room, and then slowed down in a sad attempt to not 
appear too eager.  The cute blonde straightened her green bikini bottom, though 
what she was trying to hide was beyond me.  Gibson pushed me away as she circled 
Leigh, giving her an appraising eye.  I looked on too, proud to have such a 
perfect specimen of womanhood as my friend.  From beautiful blonde hair, bright 
blue eyes to her lovely breasts down to her long legs, Leigh didn't have a flaw 
on her body.  

	Gibson grunted.  "All right, you're healthy, so you must be used to 
working.  You don't have the same fat ass I keep seeing down here," Gibson 
appraised.  "Take off your top, everyone goes topless down here."

	Leigh reached behind her and took off her top, handing it to me of all 
things.  I held the green bikini top for her, putting it into my pocket.  It was 
that small.  

	Gibson pulled a marker out of her apron and walked right in front of 
Leigh.  Across Leigh's chest, right above her succulent breasts, Gibson wrote 
the word 'drudge' in bright pink letters.  Leigh jumped at the touch of the cold 
marker but she held her ground as Gibson wrote. The pink writing not only told 
everyone that Leigh was being punished by working in the kitchen, it also drew 
the watcher's eyes to her round, firm breasts.  Like I needed any letters to 
notice those!

	"Now get out of here, William," Gibson snapped.  "I haven't even started 
on the biscuits yet.  Come back by at eight tonight, and not any sooner!  I 
don't need you hanging around here.  I'll keep an eye on her, and I'll make sure 
she's left alone.  Now scat!"

	Before I left, Leigh grabbed my hand and pulled me down to whisper in my 
ear. 

	"I can't thank you enough for saving me today," she whispered.  "But one 
day, I'm going to try."  Then she gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and walked 
off to do her new job.  I watched her hips sway as she walked away from me until 
Gibson physically pushed me out of her kitchen.

	Later that night, I reported back to the kitchen exhausted.  Vogel knew 
she had to agree to Gibson's request in order to maintain peace on the ship, but 
it didn't mean she had to like it.  The angry mutineer had me scrubbing, 
cleaning and even washing her clothes all day long.  I had no idea you could 
even iron panties!  The evil brunette's plan was obvious; Gibson could have me, 
but I would be in no shape to please her.  I'm just relieved that Vogel is half 
the commanding woman that Drake is.  If Drake was forced to give me to someone, 
she would have thrown in a spanking, a public stripping and other tortures.  
Somehow, I found myself missing even Drake's angry moods.

	The kitchen was quiet, a strange experience given that the place was 
always bustling.  The only sounds were that of Chef Gibson drying one of the 
bondage tables that she used as a buffet bar.  I wasn't surprised to see that 
she hadn't freshened up any.  Her frizzy brown hair was half out of its 
ponytail, giving her a harried appearance.  Instead of her usual apron, she was 
wearing a black bikini top that looked ready to burst under the massive globes 
of her breasts.  She was still wearing jeans, but they were unbuttoned at the 
top in a relaxed manner.  I wondered if she was as exhausted as I was.

	"There you are," Gibson said, sparing me only a glance.  "Go ahead and get 
on the table after you strip.  I'll go get what I need."

	I looked at the table with horror.  I knew of the sensual torments that 
accompanied these tables.  I also knew of the futility of arguing.  Gibson had 
saved Leigh from being harassed by the horny women on the ship, and I owed her 
big time.  With reluctance, I quickly removed my clothes.  The steps beside the 
table made it easy to climb, and when I laid down on the table, it was 
pleasantly warm from the washing Gibson had just given it.  It's a sign of how 
submissive I had become by the way I fastened the cloth straps around my ankles 
myself.  My arms were to be restrained by my hips, and I did bind one of my 
hands before Gibson came back.

	The delightfully buxom chef came back with a serving cart of items.  If I 
expected to be complimented for restraining myself then I was to be disappointed 
because Gibson said nothing as she finished cuffing my free hand.  As I was 
about to ask her about what she had planned, she selected a huge jawbreaker 
candy and forced it into my mouth.  It was large enough to prevent me from 
swallowing or talking, but not too large that it hurt.  Gagged in this strange 
manner, I was helpless to ask questions as she busied herself with my body.

	"You're very lucky to be here," Gibson said as she took a damp washcloth 
to my body.  "You have no idea how many of my kitchen drudges want to be my 
dessert for the night.  In fact, I think you're the first one on this table who 
hasn't worked for me."

	My cock surged at these words, and all the naughty, hedonistic, and oral 
implications it implied.  The warm cloth was soothing, easing slightly the 
tension that was building in my body.  From my neck to my shoulders, to my 
chest, to my balls and cock and down to my feet, Chef Gibson massaged and 
cleaned every inch of my body.  It was a devious foreplay, for I knew that every 
part that she cleaned, that it would be a part that she had plans for eating.

	The whipped cream was out first.  Delicately, she sprayed the cold cream 
onto my neck, forming a collar of white.  I shivered at the touch, but my cock 
grew in anticipation.  From my neck, she trailed separate lines of cream down my 
shoulder all the way to just above my wrist straps.  

	"You're bound in whipped cream, and yet I don't think you can move a 
muscle," Chef Gibson commented.  I was afraid to nod agreement for fear of 
disturbing her work.

	Chef Gibson hummed an unknown tune as she roughly pinched my nipples.  The 
jawbreaker muffled my cries as she twisted my nipples away from my body.  When 
she was satisfied, she wrapped tiny little licorice strings around my nipples, 
clamping them tightly.  The pain was persistent, yet tolerable, like two 
constant bites on my chest.  The sharp pain helped distract me from the chill of 
the whipped cream on my neck.

	"Honey is often over-rated," Gibson said as she opened a jar of the golden 
liquid.  "Yet in small doses, it can sooth the tongue like no other."  

	She dipped a spoon into the honey and applied a small drop right between 
my two pinched nipples.  My body jerked at the small drop and the straps held me 
tightly.  She placed another drop about four inches down my chest from the first 
one, and then another and another until she had a trail of honey drops down to 
my waist.  My cock was throbbing madly now, knowing that soon it must be adorned 
as well.

	Instead of my cock being next, I felt the tops of my thighs being massaged 
by her strong hands.  I moaned into my jawbreaker, disappointed that this 
teasing was to continue.  Gibson noted my shattered hopes with a girlish giggle.

	"Sorry, cabin boy, but I just like a good pair of thighs," she commented.  
"I love to feel the strength of a man's legs while I nip at his skin.  That's 
why I put my candies here."

	Using an icing gun, she dotted the bottom of small chocolate candies with 
icing.  Then she would stick the icing side of the candy onto my thigh.  This 
slow process took a good twenty minutes as she dotted straight lines of candy on 
my legs.  From my cock to my knees, she laid out six lines of candy, each 
marking a spot that her teeth will be biting.  I shivered as each candy was laid 
down, imagining the future bite already.

	"Your cock just needs a few adornments, and then I can eat my well 
deserved dessert," Gibson warned.  She held the top of my cock, and pulled it 
back to expose my balls.  I gasped as she dusted my balls with powered coconut.  
It was a slow agony the way she held my cock carefully while this occurred.  I 
could feel my balls being smothered in the cold powder, but Gibson provided 
absolutely no friction at all for my cock to rub against.  I moaned helplessly 
with desire.

	"There are many different flavors that go well with cock, but I always 
have a fondness for peanut butter.  It sticks better," Gibson idly said.  Using 
her finger, the sexy chef applied peanut butter directly to my cock.  I pulled 
tightly against my restraints as her finger came so close to climaxing me.  
Somehow, her finger never seemed to touch me long enough for me to cum.  

	My entire cock was covered in peanut butter, and yet the temptress cook 
still wasn't done.  Without any explanation, Gibson started ringing my cock with 
doughnuts!  This was a humiliation I could barely stand.  The entire process had 
been sexy up to this point, but by placing the doughnuts over my cock, I 
realized I was just the plate for her desires.  It was like she was ridiculing 
my cock by making it nothing more than an abject to hold her dessert.  My face 
burned with shame, but yet, I was hopelessly turned on.  I just couldn't help 
it.  Once again, I was willing to endure humiliation just to be the focus of a 
woman's desire.

	"Every dessert needs a cherry, don't you think?" Gibson asked.  I was 
unable to answer with the jawbreaker lodged in my mouth, but I don't think she 
needed one.  I felt the cherry settle into my belly button, and then I felt 
Gibson crush the cheery into pulp.  It was cold, but no colder any of the other 
adornments on my body.  Luckily, the fire of my nipples seemed to keep me from 
shivering.  One other thing was warming me up as well.  With the application of 
the cherry, I knew the feast was about to begin.

	Chef Gibson whipped off her bikini top, releasing her glorious breasts.  
They were the largest of any on board; full, round, and sagging slightly from 
their sheer size.  Her areolas were as large as the rest of her, as round as 
sliver dollars and almost an invisible pink color. I yearned to make a dessert 
of her breasts, yet I was forced to remain bound while Gibson made a dessert of 
ME. 

	Without any more taunting and without any more rituals or preparations, 
Gibson stood behind my head and bent over, bringing her head over mine.  I 
looked up at the beautiful commanding face of the Chef as she licked the 
jawbreaker in my mouth.  I moaned with desire as her breasts pressed into the 
top of my head.  I flicked my tongue at the jawbreaker that was between our 
tongues, for what purpose, I couldn't tell you.  I envied my hair for the first 
time in my life for the simple fact that it was nuzzling in the expansive 
cleavage that was her chest.

	Gibson's mouth left my mouth and moved down to my collar of whipped cream.  
As heavy and large as her breasts were, one of them reluctantly trailed over my 
head.  I tilted my head back, but I just could not reach it.  My head tilting 
helped Gibson though, and she licked furiously at the cream on my neck.  It was 
half melted by now, but Gibson's tongue never relented.  With wide, powerful 
licks, she bathed my neck in her hot breath and hungry lips.  To my delight, she 
stood beside me and licked slowly up my neck, causing her breasts to slowly 
travel up the side of my face as well.  My mind was lost in sensations, torn 
between the bliss of her mouth and the solid, soft pressing weight of her breast 
against my face.  I bit down helplessly on the jawbreaker, longing to take one 
of her nipples in my mouth.

	Down my body her mouth traveled, licking at any stray cream she could find 
and biting any exposed flesh that she came across.  When she got to the fiery 
points of my nipples, I was breathing hard at the sensuous torture I was 
experiencing.  Her mouth went to my right nipple, and sucked my hard point into 
the hot wetness of her mouth.  Gibson sucked so hard at my pinched nipple, I 
ignored even the press of her breasts on my shoulders as the pain intensified.  
When I thought my eyes couldn't clinch any harder, I felt Gibson's teeth bite 
carefully at the licorice binding my nipple.  I was holding my breath as her 
sharp teeth worked, fearing an accidental and painful nip.  It never came, for 
Gibson was an expert biter, and she snapped the licorice with only the slightest 
graze on my nipple. 

	The busty chef quickly walked to the other side of my head and did the 
same with my other nipple.  For a brief second, I was overcome with the joy that 
the nipple binding was gone, but that joy was soon replaced with agonizing 
sensation as the blood rushed back to the nipple.  I shuddered as the pain 
reached new plateaus, and if it wasn't for the straps I would have curled into a 
ball to avoid the pain.  But of course, that couldn't happen, and so I laid 
there as Gibson chewed the other nipple free.  

	When my other nipple experienced it's own blood rush, I clenched my eyes 
again and rode the pain.  That's why I didn't see Gibson's breasts until they 
were smothering my face and comforting me in their sweaty warmth and 
tantalizingly sweet smell.  My eyes popped back open, and I took a deep breath 
of those fleshy pillows.  My pain subsided as I took comfort in the warm womb of 
her divine breasts.  

	As soon as my breathing returned to normal and my nipples no longer 
burned, Gibson returned to her dessert.  This time she moved to stand beside my 
arms, and she leaned down to lick at the honey trail on my chest.  Her breasts 
carelessly pressed into the whipped cream on my arm, and I had a feeling that 
the move was not so careless.  The whipped cream made her breasts slippery, and 
they slid easily on my arms as Gibson licked the tiny spots of honey off of me.  
It was a double assault Gibson was making; one by her wet tongue and hot breath 
and the other by her generous anatomy.

	Slowly her mouth went down to my belly button and the cherry waiting 
there.  When her mouth reached the cherry pulp, her lips completely locked down 
on the small depression in my stomach.  Then her cheeks caved in as she slurped 
at the pulp with a fierce suction.  It was mind-blowing, feeling that level of 
oral power just a few inches away from my begging cock.  When her tongue lashed 
out and picked up the cherry juice with swirling motions, I moaned loudly behind 
my jawbreaker gag, begging for the skilled chef to move down to my cock.

	I wasn't that lucky.  Next on Gibson's plate was my thighs, and I was 
surprised to hear her moan as she approached the candies on my thighs.  She 
pulled a chair up so that she could kneel on the seat, allowing her better 
access to the treats she desired.  Right below my knees she rested her elbow, 
and as her tits were squashed against my legs, she licked her first chocolate 
from my thigh.  Because these were candies she was eating, the patient chef took 
even longer to eat her treasures.  I wondered how many women before me had 
suffered on this table, waiting as Gibson lazily ate her chocolates as their 
pussies begged to be touched.  The idea of other women on this table before me 
aroused me further, if it was possible to be any more turned on than I already 
was.  I kept tilting my head up so that I could see the voluptuous Gibson's 
mouth suck the chocolates from my thighs.  Sometimes, her eyes would see mine, 
and then she would bite down on my thigh.  I would jerk at the sharpness of her 
teeth, and shiver at the touch of her tongue licking her teeth marks.

	"Only one place left," Gibson teased, and I moaned in response.

	The table shifted as Gibson swung her legs up onto the table.  She got on 
all fours between my legs, her heavy breasts hanging straight down, tempting me 
with their beauty.  Settling her torso down, her breasts nestled between my 
aching thighs and her lips were right beside my doughnut-ringed cock.  My cock 
was surging with excitement, dying to finally feel that expert mouth I had felt 
all over my body.  

	With one finger, Gibson pushed my cock out of the way so that she could 
lick at my coconut-powdered balls.  She started with a single swipe with her 
tongue, lifting my ball to her lips.  My body tensed with pleasure as she sucked 
the ball into her hot mouth.  Once encased in her lips, her tongue flicked 
rapidly all over my ball.  I moaned with frustration as Gibson cleaned my ball 
with her powerful mouth.  She repeated this oral cleansing with my other ball.  
Her licking and sucking were so thorough, I wouldn't be surprised if my balls 
shined like they'd been polished smooth.

	"Should I eat the doughnuts now?" Gibson teased from between my legs.

	The jawbreaker prevented me from responding with nothing more than a long, 
low moan of submission.  It was enough.

	Her body shifted, and now those marvelous breasts were touching my balls 
as they filled the narrow space between the top of my thighs.  I felt the tug of 
a doughnut on the tip of my cock, letting me know she was starting at the top.  
With expert teasing skill, she nibbled the doughnut around my cock.  Her tongue 
never touched my cock, nor did her lips.  After a long slow minute, the top 
doughnut was gone, and she was working on the one below it.

	I can't begin to describe how arousing and yet, unfulfilling it was when 
she ate the doughnuts.  The teasing bit was, she was loud.  I could hear every 
smack of her lips, every noisy gobble as her lips did things that I wanted so 
bad to happen to me.  My cock only experienced the slightest of tugs as a 
doughnut would pull against it, or sometimes it would feel her hot breath after 
she would swallow a piece of pastry.  Her tits kept rubbing against my balls 
too, a constant reminder of how helpless I was.

	Gibson paused after the last doughnut was gone, and I was moaning 
pitifully with anticipation.  My cock was throbbing and felt ready to burst at 
any second.  I expected Gibson to use some sort of technique to keep me from 
having an orgasm, but she didn't bother.  Gibson simply leaned over and gave my 
cock a long lick from base to tip.  I shuddered at the contact as Gibson wiped 
the half-melted peanut butter from my cock with her tongue.  Again and again she 
licked my cock, never seeming to care if I climaxed or not.  She didn't suck me 
like a normal blowjob. She would just lick and nibble at the peanut butter that 
was on me.  I began to feel terror that maybe she didn't care if I ejaculated.  
The idea of suffering all this teasing and not having an orgasm was too much to 
bear.

	The terror I felt actually helped arouse me even further.  Despite the 
fact that Gibson's licks weren't for my pleasure, it didn't bother me at all.  
The nibbles and the tongue action weren't what I was used to with a blowjob, but 
I felt the familiar surge of my cum anyway.  I kept absolutely quiet. I wasn't 
willing to let Gibson know I was coming for fear that she might stop.   
	
	I bit down harder on the jawbreaker as Gibson flicked her tongue around 
the tip of my hard cock, prying loose some peanut butter that had melted.  My 
cock jumped under her tongue as the first stream of my cum exploded forth.  A 
line of white appeared on her cheek, and Gibson jumped as my cum plastered 
itself on her face.  I was afraid she was going to get upset, but instead she 
grabbed my cock and started pumping it.  With a loud groan, I released the rest 
of my cum, feeling it spill down and cover Gibson's hand.  That didn't slow her 
down; she just licked the cum as it fell over her fist.  She never licked my 
cock itself, but she sucked the hot white fluid from her hand and off my 
stomach.  Gibson continued to pump my cock until every last ounce of cum had 
drained out of me.  

To be continued,