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. 
 
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"Her Cabin Boy" 
Part 16
By Shon Richards

	The twin punches of Vogel's harsh regiment and Gibson's imaginative 
dessert had taken their toll on my health.  I awoke the next day to a killer 
ache all over my body.  My knees were sore from kneeling all day while I 
cleaned, my back was sore from the tension of being tortured by Gibson and my 
cock was sore and tired from the mind blowing orgasm.  As I woke up, I doubted I 
would ever be able to have sex again.

	This was all racing through my mind as the daily kitchen drudge was 
shaking me awake.  My eyes were shut because the sun was unusually bright coming 
through my porthole.  Vogel had a much more relaxed schedule than Drake, and 
therefore I was getting up after ten o'clock as opposed to my earlier crack of 
dawn wake-up calls.  It was only after a few minutes of rubbing my eyes that I 
noticed the drudge that delivered my breakfast this morning.  It was Leigh!

	"Good morning sleepy head," the blonde beauty said.  "Have fun last 
night?"

	I blushed at her mentioning my adventures the previous night.  It's odd.  
Here Leigh was, topless and wearing only white panties that barely concealed the 
blonde bush of hair covering her sex.  Her magnificent breasts were nothing 
compared to Gibson's mammoth tits, but they were sexier in my opinion.  Leigh's 
breasts were firm, round hills that jiggled with every single breath she took.  
She was still young enough for her breasts to be upright, not sagging a bit.  As 
I tried to wake up, I couldn't help notice that her nipples were getting darker 
with arousal.  By the time I climbed out of my hammock, her tits were two hard 
points, as red as cherries.

	"I can't complain, I'm just glad you're safe from the perverts on this 
ship," I said.  

	"Thanks, Chef Gibson is quick to smack someone's ass but at least she 
doesn't hit on me constantly like the other girls do.  You'd think they were all 
a bunch of horny guys the way they're carrying on.  They used to be bad, but now 
they just don't take no for an answer anymore."

	I grunted in agreement and opened the lid of my breakfast platter.  I let 
out a whistle as I saw the food before me.  Instead of my usual eggs or 
pancakes, there was an entire feast here!  Scrambled eggs, toast, half a 
grapefruit, bacon, some french toast and even a doughnut was crowded on my 
plate.

	"Jesus!" Leigh swore.  "You must be one hell of a fuck to get all this."

	My blush returned, but I didn't argue with her.  I DID earn this 
breakfast, and I was finally starting to appreciate the fact that I might be a 
good fuck after all.  It was a little embarrassing that Gibson was advertising 
her appreciation like this.  On the other hand, it was no different than when 
Drake would parade me around on the ship.  I guess I'll never be outwardly 
comfortable with my sexuality, but I had to admit to myself that I was secretly 
proud.

	"Have you figured out a way to get Drake free?" Leigh asked.  I offered 
her the doughnut, which she gladly took.  There was no way I was going to eat it 
after what I experienced last night!

	"I think I'm going to need help," I admitted.  "Drake has two guards at 
all times, and you know Vogel picked the most loyal women she could find.  I 
won't use actual violence; not on women.  I have to come up with a safe, yet 
almost foolproof way to rescue our Captain."

	Leigh nibbled on the doughnut, powdered sugar falling on her perfect 
breast.  "What about Doctor Allston?  Maybe she has something you can give to 
the girls so that it'll put them to sleep, or at least make them easy to 
overcome."

	"That's brilliant!" I said, slapping myself on the forehead.  "Dr. Allston 
has been against this mutiny from the start.  I bet she would be glad to help.  
There's just one problem.  Captain Vogel has been keeping me busy from sunup to 
sundown.  I don't know when I'm going to be able to sneak away.  Do you think 
you could talk to her?"

	Leigh thought about for a few seconds, her lips constantly moving as she 
chewed her doughnut.  My mind strayed as I remembered the sight of those full 
lips around my cock.  I daydreamed about how those lips would open when she 
climaxed, wondering if her lips would draw back or if they would open, gasping 
for air.

	"There's no way," she said after swallowing what was in her mouth.  
"Gibson only gives me tiny rest breaks, and all of them have to be in the 
kitchen.  At night I didn't even return to my cabin.  I slept in Gibson's cabin, 
on a pallet of blankets she gave me.  She's taking the responsibility of 
protecting me quite seriously."

	"Cabin boy!  Get in here!" Vogel yelled from our adjoining cabin.  Leigh 
jumped to her feet, her breasts jiggling lustily in her panic.

	"I better go. I'll catch you later," Leigh said as she ran out the door.

	Damn, not even a good-bye kiss.  I threw on a black and white striped t-
shirt to go with my black shorts.  I checked myself in the mirror before going 
to Vogel.  I sighed as I thought about how much Drake would have loved this 
tacky outfit.  It's the little things that make me miss my true Captain.

	Darting into the Captain's quarters, I was surprised by the sight before 
me.  Vogel was standing by the large windows, completely naked, her ass to me.  
It was a cloudy day, but what little light there was reflected off of the water 
and bathed her tanned body in a healthy glow.  Vogel was younger than Drake, and 
her youth shined through with every curved muscle and every inch of her smooth 
skin.  My eyes were drawn to her firm buttocks, completely tanned and totally 
flawless.

	But it wasn't Vogel that made me pause.  It was the Hispanic woman that 
was bound on Drake's punishment bench.  She was doubled over, so that her ankles 
were bound to her wrists while her ass was the highest part of her body.  She 
was completely nude and even more fit than Vogel.  Her bound legs were rippling 
with barely restrained power, ending at her rock hard buttocks.  Welts covered 
her ass, and not a single inch of her swarthy skin was untouched.  From the way 
her legs were bound apart, I had a nice view of her shaven pussy, and I could 
tell that it was expelling more moisture than simple sweat would account for.  

	"Tell me, cabin boy."  Vogel said as she slipped into a pair of tight 
leather pants.  I noticed she neglected to wear panties.  "Doesn't First Mate 
Gonzales's ass look fat?"

	This was Gonzales!  I flinched, remembering how much the powerful fitness 
instructor resented me.  Good God!  The Hispanic muscle queen was going to make 
my workout session a killer!

	"No, I don't see any fat at all," I said uneasily.  

	"Give her a few smacks, and you'll see what I'm talking about," Vogel 
instructed.  Gonzales lifted her head, and tried to say something, but the 
rubber ball gag prevented her.  I could tell one thing.  Smacking her ass was 
something I would pay dearly for if I went through with it.

	"I gave you an order, cabin boy," Vogel snarled, and I knew I had no 
choice.  I walked over to Gonzales's helplessly displayed ass, remembering 
everything Drake told me about spanking.  First, I put my hand on her ass, and 
stroked those granite hard buttocks with soothing motions.  The heat of her 
welts struck me immediately, letting me know that her spanking had been only 
minutes ago.  Gonzales tossed her long hair as she snarled, obviously thinking I 
was feeling her ass.

	"I don't think she wants me to," I said lamely.

	"Ignore her," Vogel commanded.  She sorted through some tops, and settled 
on a black leather studded bra.  "She just doesn't like to admit she enjoys men.  
Teresa wants us all to believe she's a full time lesbian, but I know better.  Go 
ahead and spank her, I want to know if she's as fat as I think she is."

	There could be no more delaying, Vogel's tone of voice hinted that I was 
on dangerous ground.  After caressing Gonzales's ass for a few more seconds, I 
swung my hand back and gave her a light tap on her ass.  The sound was dismally 
quiet, but her ass was so hard, it stung my hand. Vogel rolled her eyes, and I 
knew I was going to be in trouble shortly.  I ignored the fact that Gonzales's 
biceps were bigger than my thighs, and tried to smack her ass a whole lot 
harder.

	Slap! Slap! Slap!

	With the third slap of my hand on her ass, Gonzales cried out under her 
gag.  If I spanked her harder, it hurt my hand less, so I really let her have 
it.  My duty wasn't forgotten. I searched for any traces of the fat that Vogel 
asked for.  Damned if I could find any.  I slapped where the curve of her ass 
melded with her thighs, and I spanked the highest curve of her buttocks, 
watching the impact ripple through her muscles.  I used one hand to hold the 
strap that held her waist while I let loose with my right hand.  

	Slap! Slap! Slap!

	My handprints were now joining the stripes that she had enjoyed 
previously.  I say 'enjoyed' because Gonzales's ass was constantly squirming, 
and not from avoiding the pain.  She was humping the bench, trying frantically 
to press her bare pussy into the soft touch of the padded bench.  With my hand 
on her waist, I could feel every twist and bump of her pelvis as she sought to 
masturbate herself.  It was nearly impossible to keep spanking the fit beauty. I 
wanted badly to dip my hand down and give her the release she was now moaning 
for.  It was when my spanks were lowering dangerously close to her pussy that 
Vogel stopped me.

	"That should be enough spanks, cabin boy," Vogel commanded.  She pushed me 
back, and lowered a finger to Gonzales's sex.  The Hispanic woman squirmed as 
Drake dragged a finger across her nether lips.  "You definitely proved that 
Gonzales is part bisexual, but what about her weight?"

	"She looks fit to me," I breathed.  "That is one fine ass," I said without 
thinking.

	"Did you hear that?" Vogel laughed.  She removed her finger and sucked on 
the wet digit.  The young woman then reached down and removed Gonzales's gag.

	"Fuck you, Tracy!"  Gonzales snapped.  "Just take me now, please!"  I had 
never heard the strong athletic woman with such a submissive tone in her voice.  
It was obvious that Gonzales worshipped Vogel in much the same way I worshipped 
Drake.  I felt a bond with the bound woman, though I still feared her rage if 
she ever got loose.

	"Demanding, aren't we?" Vogel teased.  "I don't like your tone of voice, 
so here's what we are going to do.  Dr. Allston is constantly bitching about how 
we need entertainment for the crew, so today we'll accommodate her.  I'll bring 
some of the mats to the top deck, and we'll have a contest at noon."

	"What kind of a contest?" Gonzales asked.  Her hips were still swiveling, 
trying to lure Vogel's touch back.

	"A wrestling contest, something that will get everyone excited and horny," 
Vogel declared.  "I'll pit you against William.  If you can pin his shoulders 
down for five seconds, I'll let you have any kind of sex you want for tonight."

	"Any kind?  You'll even let me bind you up?" Gonzales asked with 
excitement.

	"Of course," Vogel confirmed as she ran a wet finger down Gonzales's well-
defined back.

	"Wrestle me?  But I'll get killed!" I protested.

	"Maybe," Vogel said with a heartless shrug.  "You get the same reward 
though.  If you can pin Gonzales for three seconds, you can have sex with 
Gonzales."

	"No!" Gonzales snapped.

	"If you don't agree to the winning conditions, then the whole contest is 
off," warned Vogel.  "That means you'll never get a chance with me on your terms 
ever."

	Gonzales thought about it and said, "Damn it. All right.  If that loser 
can pin me, he can fuck me."

	"This should be good," Vogel sneered.  "William, go to your cabin and stay 
there.  I want you fresh and ready for the deck battle at noon.  Get plenty of 
rest, for if you lose, I'll be sure to make sure you pay for Gonzales's victory 
for the rest of this cruise.

	"Aye, aye, Captain," I said as I closed the door.  I was stuck in my room 
for the next few hours.  Next door, I listened as Vogel continued to torment 
Gonzales.  Apparently, she never let the fitness instructor reach orgasm, as I 
could plainly hear from Gonzales's constant moans.  It was unnerving to hear 
this erotic action but not be able to watch.  It was also quite frightening.  I 
knew just how horny and determined Gonzales was going into this wrestling match.  
There was no way I could win!
	
	Around noontime, an excited escort blonde came for me and led me upstairs 
to the top deck.  She kept babbling about all the side bets that were taking 
place, hinting that most bets were against me.  She didn't exactly pump my 
spirits up for the impending impossible battle.

	By the time noon came around, the clouds from this morning had thickened 
in the Caribbean sky.  Out here on the ocean, you could see for miles around, 
which means you can plainly see the rain front as it sweeps towards you.  I had 
hoped that Vogel would cancel the event due to the threat of rain, but it was 
not to be.  The "Saucy Wench" had never been in a rainstorm, so I had no idea if 
we were safe or not.  I kept thinking about the pirate movies Drake made us 
watch and how every time it rains, great walls of water would sweep people off 
the deck.  Perhaps I would be better off being swept into the water as opposed 
to fighting Gonzales.

	To my dismay, it appeared as if the entire crew was here, arranged on 
benches and lawn chairs brought up for the occasion.  Instead of the mats that 
were suggested, there was a large, six-inch-high wading pool in the center of 
the crowd. There was some sort of dark liquid on the bottom of the pool, and I 
had a sinking feeling that it was some sort of mud.

	Vogel had a place beside the pool for her to hold court.   Her throne 
consisted of a nude redhead who was on all fours, bound and secured to the deck.  
Captain Vogel sat smugly on her female throne, occasionally slapping the ass of 
her 'chair.'  

	First Mate Teresa Gonzales was waiting beside the pool, a scowl marring 
her beautiful Hispanic features.  Her top was a flimsy, blue sports bra that was 
too small to hold her full breasts.  The tops of her breasts were squeezing out 
the top of her bra, leading me to believe that Vogel had selected her outfit for 
her.  This was confirmed by the blue thong she was wearing; a thong that 
revealed every single welt and lash that Vogel had administered to her.  It was 
strange to see the normally proud and stern Gonzales now pacing around shyly, 
trying in vain to conceal the marks on her ass.  It was apparent that Vogel was 
humiliating Gonzales in front of these ladies, and I was terrified that Gonzales 
was going to take out her embarrassment on me!

	"Today we have a battle you won't soon forget," Vogel announced as the 
wind grew louder.  "Today, our newly appointed First Mate will prove her fitness 
against my cabin boy.  I've always said that Teresa was as tough as a man, but 
since we only have William, we'll have to see if she's as tough as a boy."

	The crew laughed at this new insult, but I was too afraid of Gonzales to 
even mind.  Sure, it was humiliating to be laughed at by close to fifty women.  
It's just that being laughed at wasn't as important as getting hurt!  In fact, I 
was a little relieved that she didn't insult my opponent.  The grimace on 
Gonzales's face and the tender way she walked with those welts on her ass told 
me she was plenty pissed off enough.

	"Instead of a boring mat, I've decided to have a good, old fashioned mud 
fight," Vogel yelled.  "Since we don't have any mud, I've had Chef Gibson make 
us some mud by using flour and a lot of chocolate syrup.  There won't be a 
referee.  I'll just count out loud when I see one of them is pinned.  Remember 
contestants, Teresa needs to pin William for five seconds, while William must 
pin Teresa for three.  If any of you go outside the pool, the crew will toss 
your asses back in.  Now begin!"

	I was startled that Vogel began the fight so soon.  Drake would have let 
it drag as she explained fully what we were fighting for and what we stood to 
lose.  Vogel might be younger, but Drake was much better at showmanship.  It was 
impossible to watch Vogel without realizing how much better Drake could do it.  

	I stepped into the 'mud' tentatively.  As expected, it was very cold, and 
very sticky.  It wasn't very deep at all. The liquid barely came over my toes.  
Gonzales stepped into the pool after I did, and she appeared to be just as 
disgusted as I was by the feeling of syrup seeping between our toes.

	"You better run, chico!" Gonzales screamed as she charged right at me.  
Her feet made loud sucking noises as she ran across the pool toward me.  I 
almost did run, but I changed my mind at the last moment and braced myself.  I 
threw my shoulder at her, trying to remember how football players stop a 
screaming person charging at them.  Gonzales wasn't ready for me to defend 
myself, and I bet she never had someone shoulder block her before either.   She 
slammed hard into my shoulder, a look of shock on her face that I made a stand.  
In fact, I knocked the powerful woman down, creating a huge splash as her hard 
body fell back into the pool.  

	Her legs and arms were spread open as she tried to catch her breath.  Her 
heaving chest was too much of a lure for me.  I dove on top of Teresa, trying to 
get an early pin.  The crowd was just as surprised as she was, for they stopped 
cheering and watched expectantly as I tried to pin her.  My cock was springing 
to full attention as I struggled on top of the fit woman.  Now covered in the 
mud that she splashed in, she was extremely slippery.  Her muscles rippled 
underneath me as I tried to hold down her arms, and I almost slid off her 
magnificent breasts as I pressed down on her.

	"One!" Vogel yelled with the help of a megaphone.

	That was enough to wake Gonzales up.  With a roar she lifted her arms that 
I was holding onto by the wrists, completely disregarding my strength.  She 
lifted my entire body up off of her like I was a doll.  My eyes bulged as I saw 
her biceps surge and her lips curl into a sneer.  Before I could do anything, 
her powerful legs lifted up and wrapped around my waist, her ankles locking 
tightly around my back!

	She rolled us to our sides, dunking me into that cold mud.  Gonzales 
squeezed those dark, powerful legs around my waist.  I let go of her arms and 
tried to pull her legs apart, but it was useless.  Her legs were solid with 
muscle, and completely unbreakable, choking the air out of me.  My stomach could 
feel the press of her thong so tightly against me, that I could feel the lips of 
her pussy under her thong.  

	A cloud broke overhead, and a light rain began to drizzle down.  All of 
the girls shrieked as they got wet, and I hoped that maybe the match would be 
delayed.  Looking over at Vogel, I knew this wasn't going to happen.  She just 
smiled as she watched us, sipping from a mug and occasionally slapping the ass 
of the girl she was sitting on.  If I was going to escape these thighs before I 
passed out, I would have to do it myself.  

	Even though Teresa and I were becoming soaked in the warm rain, her legs 
were still tight around me.  Pulling at her thighs didn't do anything. Not only 
were her thighs huge, but they were was also slippery from the rain and 
chocolate mud.  Her arms were much stronger than I was, so I didn't even try to 
push her away.  As the rain began to slide down her hair and wet her bikini top, 
I thought of a last ditch plan.  Quickly, I shot my hand out and grabbed the 
thin material of the bikini that was between her nicely built breasts.  Before 
she could slap my hands away, I yanked back on the bikini, tearing it clean off.  
I'm not sure what I hoped to do with it, but I couldn't resist the chance of 
stripping my opponent before she beat the shit out of me.

	"You pendejo!" Teresa screamed as she tried to cover her breasts in front 
of the hooting crew.  I smiled at her.  I didn't know what a pendejo was, but it 
sounded bad.  Once I smiled at her, she stopped being embarrassed and just got 
pissed off.  She released her iron grip around my waist and pulled one powerful 
leg back to kick me square in the chest.  The force of her kick slammed my torso 
straight back into the sticky syrup.  I couldn't decide which hurt worse, my 
bruised chest or my head, which had hit the ground.  I still had her bikini top 
though. 

	"First blood goes to the cabin boy!" Vogel yelled.

	I rolled over to my knees, while Gonzales stood on her long legs.  I held 
onto the bikini top, clutching it as a trophy to remind myself that I at least 
got the better of her once.  Looking at Gonzales, my courage fled at the sight 
of her awesome body.  Her powerful legs were a dark brown from the syrup, and 
the sticky brown liquid clung to every bulge and curve of her strong legs.  
Gonzales's busty chest was bare, but even the sight of her massive tits couldn't 
distract me enough from the muscles on her arms and shoulders.  The rain came 
down harder, plastering her black hair to her cheeks and neck.

	Gonzales stalked me in the mud tub, and the crowd of pirate women pressed 
the edges tightly, not even giving me an opening to run through if I wished it.  
It was while I was looking for an escape that Gonzales lunged at me, grabbing my 
right arm with her powerful hands.   Before I could react, she tossed my arm 
over her shoulder, grabbed my thigh and hoisted me completely off the ground!  
As the rain poured down on us, Teresa turned around slowly while holding me 
above her head.  I was too afraid to struggle for fear that she would drop me.  
I was terribly humiliated to be picked up so easily.  

	What really humiliated me was how erotic I was finding this to be.  I was 
completely out of control of the situation, and totally at Gonzales's mercy.  I 
was terrified, and yet I was also excited to know this beautiful woman could do 
anything she wanted to me.  It was a sharp contrast to Drake's dominance, as 
this was purely physical.  I would gladly submit to anything Drake would request 
of me, but with Gonzales, I knew she could do anything she wanted, and I 
wouldn't be able to stop her.  Her pure, physical power over me was making me 
extremely aroused as I feared what she would do next.

	Barely straining at all, Gonzales lifted me up as far as her arms would 
allow, and then stepped out from under me as she let go of my body.  I fell a 
terrifying six feet and splashed face first into the shallow mudpit.  The shock 
of the fall took my breath away, and I just laid there dumbly as I tried to 
breathe.  My face was covered in the sticky syrup, preventing me from seeing 
anything at the moment.  The whole front of my body was aching from the impact.  
Hitting the wet liquid so fast was like receiving a full body spanking.

	  Before I could recover, I felt Gonzales grab my shorts by the waistband 
with both hands.  Using her awesome strength, Teresa lifted me out of the mud.  
I kicked out with my arms and legs as I tried to get out of her grip, but my 
weak efforts only served to amuse the crowd.  I must have looked ridiculous with 
my limbs flailing while Teresa easily held me in the air.  Little was I to know 
that my humiliation was just beginning.

	Teresa held onto my waistband, but she flipped me over so that my head was 
down by her calves and my legs were straight up in the air.  The powerful 
Hispanic then lifted my waistband up to level with her head.  I had this great 
view of Teresa, even though it was upside down.  The rain was picking up, 
coating her body with wet rain that made her natural tan glisten and her ripped 
muscles shine.  The rain was also washing away the chocolate on her breasts, 
although very slowly.  The ladies started chanting "Take it off!" and I realized 
what was about to happen just as I started to slip down.  Gonzales was letting 
me fall out of my shorts and back down into the mud!  The idea of being stripped 
like this in front of everybody terrified me, and I fought back as best as I 
could.  Unfortunately, just by struggling, I made the process go faster.  The 
rain made my body slippery, and my wiggling and Gonzales's pulling just made my 
body fall out of my shorts.  With another humiliating splash, I crashed 
headfirst into the chocolate again, only this time, without my shorts.

	I stood back up quickly and Teresa's back was to me.  She was holding my 
shorts up and swinging them around, preparing to throw them into the crowd.  The 
girls were laughing and yelling for my shorts, begging for Teresa to throw them.  
I would have been proud to see so many women beg for my shorts, if it wasn't for 
the fact that I was covered in chocolate and in my underwear.  

	As soon as Teresa threw my shorts, I attacked her.  My pride was hurt so 
badly, I didn't care about her kicking my ass anymore.  Stepping behind her, I 
grabbed her long, sticky, chocolate covered hair.  Before she could react, I 
placed my right leg in front of her ankles.  Pushing down on her head with both 
hands, I tripped her over my leg and she fell face first into the chocolate mud.  
The crowd roared as she hit the pool bottom, creating a splash so big, the front 
row of the crowd got soaked.  I laughed as the women in the front were covered 
with the dark syrup.  Mad with the little bit of power I had, I picked Teresa's 
head out of the mud by her hair, and then slammed her face back into the syrup.  
The rain was dying down, and finally stopped as I continued Teresa's 
humiliation.  For a brief moment, I enjoyed the adrenaline rush of total 
domination as I continued to force Teresa's face into the syrup.  

	It was only a brief moment.  With a mighty roar, Teresa planted her hands 
down on the mat and locked herself in a push-up position.  With all my strength, 
and even grabbing fistfuls of her hair, I couldn't force her face back into the 
chocolate mud.  Frustrated, and realizing I was in trouble, I switched tactics.  
I let go of her hair, and quickly grabbed the waist of her skimpy thong.  
Gonzales immediately defended herself, spinning in the mud and trying to push me 
away, but it was too late.  I had my finger hooked on the flimsy material and 
when she pushed me away, her thong came with me.

	As soon as I could, I stood up and held Teresa's thong up high in my hand.  
The ladies cheered at my victory and started yelling cruel insults to the 
chocolate covered and now nude fitness instructor.  After having to endure the 
harsh discipline of the health teacher, the women were thrilled to have a chance 
to humiliate her.  Their insults and shouts were so harsh, Gonzales forgot about 
me and stood up to throw taunts back at the crowd.

	With Gonzales too busy to fight me, I took the opportunity to gain some 
crowd appreciation of my own.  The girls in the front row near me were begging 
for me to throw Teresa's thong at them.  It was very weird.  One minute, I'm 
stripped to my underwear and completely embarrassed.  The next minute, I'm still 
in my underwear, but because I'm holding Teresa's thong, I'm a mini-celebrity.  
Having a crowd of sexy women begging me to throw them a bikini bottom was 
extremely arousing, not to mention good for the ego.  I didn't see Leigh 
anywhere, so I threw the thong to a busty blonde who lifted her wet shirt and 
flashed her lovely tits at me.  Her face lit up when she caught the thong, but 
she didn't lift her top at me again.

	Cursing my luck, I turned around to see where Teresa was.  I turned around 
just in time to catch a full tackle from the pissed Hispanic woman. We both 
tumbled to the ground and I found out just how angry the woman was.  She sat on 
top of my crotch and grabbed my hair with both of her hands.  Teresa furiously 
smacked the back of my head into the mud pit bottom repeatedly, screaming the 
entire time.  It didn't hurt, but the laughter from the crowd was belittling.  I 
tried to stop Teresa from manhandling me, but I was helpless.  I used my hands 
to try to push her off of me, but all I kept grabbing was her enormous chest.  
Although I could grab handfuls of her breasts, she was too slippery for me to 
get a good grip.  It was fun trying though.  It was also very fun the way 
Teresa's knees kept slipping in the messy syrup, so there was a constant motion 
of her long legs stroking up and down my legs.  It was the happiest pummeling I 
had ever received.

	Over time, Teresa's legs were slowly pushing her up my chest.  Having this 
fit, lovely woman slither over my slippery body was an incredible turn-on, even 
though she was pounding me senseless. Inch by inch, her legs crawled over my 
stomach and onto my chest.  Teresa shifted her assault to my arms, pulling my 
hands away from her chocolate covered breasts.  It wasn't easy for her, no 
matter how strong she was.  Once I had a grip of her tits, it took all her power 
to make me let go.  The only problem is, I was so distracted by trying to hold 
on to her nipple that I didn't notice her knees were slowly coming closer to my 
shoulders.  It was only when her knees locked down over my shoulders that I 
realized she had been playing working to pin me all along.  With her knees over 
my shoulders, her powerful legs had me pinned to the tub!

	"One!" Vogel called out, and I flailed as best I could, but I was 
helpless.

	"Two!" Vogel announced, and it was all I could to avoid having Teresa's 
pussy in my mouth.  With her knees over my shoulders, her sex was directly over 
my face, dripping chocolate syrup right onto me.

	"Three!" Vogel called out with excitement.  Teresa smiled down on me, her 
nude body covered in chocolate.  Her smile was smug, and full of contempt.  She 
knew I couldn't possibly lift her off of me.

	"Four!" Vogel cried out, and the crowd's cheering died down as they waited 
to see if I could get out.  I kicked my legs and I tried twisting, but I just 
couldn't escape from under Teresa's powerful, syrup-covered legs.

	"Five!" Vogel called out. "You're the winner, Gonzales!"

	The crowd of women cheered, and I expected Teresa to roll off of me, but 
she didn't.  Instead, she grabbed my hair with both hands and held my head 
firmly.  Before I could ask her anything, she moved her pussy right over my 
mouth!  The crowd roared even louder as I resumed my flailing, laughing at the 
sight of me trying to escape Teresa sitting on my face.  As for myself, I was 
choking on the powerful smell of her sweat, the chocolate syrup and the flowing 
sexual juices that were dripping from her.

	"Eat me out, cabin boy!" Teresa snarled, twisting my hair for emphasis.  
"I'm not letting you go until you do!  Consider this your punishment for 
fighting me so hard!"

	My hands reached up but all I could grab was her powerful, thick thighs.  
Since I knew I would never be able to move her, and I doubted Vogel would help, 
I did as Gonzales commanded.  As soon as I opened my lips, Gonzales dropped her 
full weight onto my mouth.  It was like I was drowning in chocolate and sex.  
Unlike other oral sex I had performed, Gonzales's sex was in my mouth instead of 
my tongue entering a pussy.  I had to constantly struggle to keep my nose free 
so that I could breathe; a struggle that Gonzales made very difficult as she 
thought I was trying to escape.  Every time I would get my nose free for a 
breathe of air, Gonzales would shift her powerful thighs and suffocate me again 
in her sex.

	My eyes were wide open the entire time.  I couldn't resist looking up at 
the gorgeous body of the woman who had totally dominated me today.  From my 
unique position of trapped between her thighs, I got to really admire the 
defined abs of her stomach and the hard lines of her hips.  Although her breasts 
were covered in chocolate, they still defied gravity with their size and 
perkiness.  As Gonzales ground her hips and fucked my trapped mouth, I watched 
in fascination as a single drop of chocolate syrup wiggled and fell off her 
nipple.  The drop fell, and landed on my forehead.  It was as if her nipple had 
dropped me a kiss.

	Teresa's teeth were bared as her hips increased their pace.  I wasn't 
doing much with my tongue except sticking it out.  Teresa was doing all the work 
as her tireless muscles kept pussy fucking my mouth.  She released my head to 
grab her own hair, pulling it up and wringing the syrup out of it.  I felt the 
chocolate dribble on my chest as she squeezed and twisted her hair.  It was 
erotic to see her dirty face, covered in chocolate syrup, as it contorted with 
long sought pleasure finally being experienced. Long, inarticulate moans were 
escaping from those full sensuous lips as Teresa rode my mouth to her first 
orgasm.

	It seemed to me that my entire world began and ended with Teresa's pussy.  
All I could smell, taste, see and hear was Teresa's dark, wet, syrupy pussy.  
Savagely her hips ground her pussy into my mouth, filling my tongue and nose 
with her scent and flavors.  Her thighs contracted with each orgasm, crushing my 
cheeks and head with every spasm.  The sounds from her pussy became louder and 
louder as her sweat mixed with the syrup to create wet, squishy noises as her 
skin rubbed on mine.  For an endless eternity, all I could see was the swivel of 
her hips as Teresa danced on my trapped mouth.

	Finally, when my jaw was sore and my lungs were bursting for air, Teresa 
shuddered one last time.  Her thighs gave my head one last squeeze before she 
rolled off of me.  I lay there, gasping for air as I heard the crowd roar and 
jeer at my fallen body.  Teresa stood up and stretched, showing off her 
perfectly fit body to the horny crowd.

	"After I shower, I'm going to collect my winnings from you personally, 
Captain Vogel," Teresa announced.

	"I think not," Vogel said cruelly.  I rolled over and looked at our new 
Captain and saw that her face was flushed and she was sitting bottomless.  
Judging from the wet face of the pretty brunette sitting on the ground beside 
her, Vogel had enjoyed the final moments of our fight in a more intimate manner.

	"You're stiffing me on our deal?" Gonzales yelled.

	"Not at all," Vogel responded.  "You used my poor cabin boy here without 
asking for permission, so I assumed that this was the sex you wanted to have as 
your reward.  I can't think of any other reason why you would fuck MY cabin boy 
without my permission!"

	The crowd of women laughed at this comment but there were also quite a few 
whispers and shakings of heads.  Gonzales just stood there, her body dripping 
mud and her mouth open as she tried to think of a way to defend her actions in a 
way that would get her more sex.  As I tried to stand up, I saw Dr. Allston 
looking at our Captain with a thoughtful expression that was full of contempt.  
Instantly, I saw a way to speak with her privately.

	"Ouch!" I cried out as I dropped to one knee.  I clutched my 'lame' leg as 
desperately as I could, trying to remember the best way to fake a sports injury.  
For that matter, I was trying my best to remember how I used to illicit the most 
sympathy whenever I skinned my knee as a child.  In the end, stoic tears and 
heavy breathing did the trick.

	Dr. Allston was by my side in a hurry, even stepping into the ankle deep 
syrup.  She knelt down beside me with concern on her face.  I felt terribly 
guilty for faking when the doctor was so honestly concerned, but I reminded 
myself that I was doing this to save my true Captain.

	"What hurts?" Dr. Allston asked.

	"It's my knee," I gasped.  "It flared up when I tried to put some weight 
on it.  It hurts a lot."

	"Give me a break," Vogel snapped from her seat.  "He was kicking just fine 
a minute ago.  He's just had his ego bruised.  It's nothing a good spanking 
couldn't fix."

	"Thank you for your opinion," Dr. Allston said coolly.  The crowd quieted 
as the two women faced each other.  "But since I am still ship Doctor, I'm 
responsible for the health of every person on board.  According to the contracts 
we all signed, no harm can come to anyone on this voyage, and yet we now have a 
man with an injured knee.  If you want to risk a lawsuit, and you want to 
explain to Drake why a crew member was hurt while she was imprisoned, then just 
continue to question my authority!"

	Vogel was silent for a moment, and then laughed nervously.  "Fine," she 
said with a wave of her hand.  "Take the wimp to the infirmary, and report to me 
personally on his condition.  We'll just entertain ourselves with Gonzales here.  
Gonzales?  Want to make it double or nothing with a volunteer from the 
audience?"

	Just like that, Vogel had shifted the attention from the duel she lost 
with Dr. Allston, back to poor Gonzales.  The embarrassed and angry Hispanic 
woman quickly agreed to another fight.  When Dr. Allston helped me to one leg, 
and led me away from the deck, I almost regretted my plan.  Sure, I had my 
chance to talk to the doctor finally, but I was going to miss watching Gonzales 
kick someone else's ass for a change.

To be continued,