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 20 By Shon Richards Leigh and I followed behind Captain Drake in a daze. We couldn't believe how quickly her presence rippled through the ship. Drake had sent the three women who guarded her ahead, giving them specific instructions on what to say and how to say it. The Captain gave them ten minutes before she stepped out of the brig. Leigh and I were told to follow behind Drake closely, to help present an image of visual support. Drake explained to us that if the crew saw people already following her, they would be less likely to stand up to her themselves. It was completely unnecessary. Stretched out before Drake, was a carpet made of the crew. Leigh and I both gasped at the same time at the strange sight. The corridors were tiny, yet lying facedown in a straight line were members of the crew. They must have been dragged out of bed for quite a few of them looked exhausted and some had even fallen back asleep. Still, it was quite a sight to see half-dressed and nude women lying on the floor. They were quiet, their hands folded under their faces as they looked straight down to the floor. Drake looked down the hall and smiled. To my amazement, Captain Drake stepped onto the first woman lying before her. She walked right up the woman's calves, pausing on her thighs. I watched as Drake's foot sank sensually into the woman's ass before stepping onto her back. The woman groaned underneath Drake but said nothing in protest. Drake stood on the woman's back, and she used her toes to play with the woman's long black hair. "You're Betty, right?" Drake asked. Her toes cinched on the woman's hair and pulled her head back. "Ouch! Yes, captain!" Betty yelled. Despite having the Captain on her back and her hair being pulled, I noticed Betty's thighs were moving with the signs of arousal. Perhaps she was turned on by the way Drake recognized her from just her backside. "And are you loyal to me now?" Drake asked, and she tugged harder on Betty's hair, lifting one gorgeous thigh even higher. "Yes! Betty cried out, and Drake released her grip on the woman's hair. Captain Drake ordered the next woman to roll over. When the pretty black woman did, Captain Drake reached out with one foot and pinched the prone woman's tit between her toes. The black woman cried out, but she didn't complain. "What about you, Vanessa?" Drake asked. "Are you loyal to me?" I was impressed by the Captain's balance. She was standing on one woman's back while pinching the tits of another, and yet she never really hurt either of them. Drake was never in danger of falling over; her sea legs gave her an unusual talent for traversing the backs of lovely women. "Yes, Captain!" Vanessa cried out. Drake pulled up on Vanessa's nipple until it popped free of her toes. Vanessa sighed at the release of her nipple and then grimaced as Drake stepped on her thighs to move onto the back of the next woman in line. Drake continued walking slowly on top of the crew, repeating the same interrogation. Leigh and I walked behind Drake, trying not to step on any of the poor crew although we would occasionally step on some hair or an elbow. The crew never complained. They were all smiling as we passed, relishing the touch and abuse of their Captain. Vogel had used them, but only Drake knew how to use them personally. Drake made each of her women know that she knew their names, and that she knew what they craved. With every step, Captain Drake reclaimed each woman personally. After a journey paved with apologetic women, Captain Drake finally arrived at the door to her quarters. She stopped in front of her door, tapping her foot on the back of a beautiful blonde. The blonde moaned, wondering what extra punishment Drake would inflict on her. I was worried. Was my Captain afraid of confronting Vogel? Why would she wait when this was the only way to reclaim her ship? "Cabin boy," Drake said with an icy tone. She turned her head and glared at me with her piercing eyes. Realization dawned on me and I rushed forward to open her door. The door wasn't even locked. As soon as the door was opened, Drake stepped off of the blonde and pushed past me. The blonde and I both sighed when we saw that her anger would not be for us. The Captain's bedroom was a mess. Vogel had little use for me, keeping me out of her room so she could entertain her endless orgies. The floor was covered with sextoys and discarded clothing. There were dirty plates on every flat surface and even an empty beer keg by the bed. Sunlight filtered in through a fallen curtain, revealing how far the glory of Drake's quarters had sunk. Vogel was asleep or passed out on her bed, nude except for a pair of red stockings. Opposite the bed, Gonzales was suspended from the ceiling upside down. The powerful physique of the dark beauty was useless as she hung nude from her ankles. Her arms were bound behind her back and her long hair brushed the floor as the ship tipped back and forth. She swung like a pendulum, her large tits bouncing together with the ocean. A dildo was impaled in her sex and lash welts were visible on her thighs. A cruel ballgag was in her mouth, preventing her from crying out when Drake twisted the dildo in her sex. "Good morning, Gonzales," Drake whispered. Gonzales's pussy was at chest level with the Captain, making it extremely easy for Drake to bite harshly on the woman's thigh. "Mmmmmm!" Gonzales screamed silently into her gag. "Oh yes, I am upset with you," Drake sighed. "I should have seen how much you were attracted to Vogel. She does have a particular sadism that I know you crave." Drake twisted the dildo again, and Gonzales's body shivered in pleasure. "Don't worry, Gonzales. You'll soon discover that I am just as capable of being as cruel as you need. But first, I need to discipline your bitch Captain." Gonzales moaned as Drake pushed the dildo deeper into her sex. I could see the excitement in the dusky woman's eyes. Instead of fearing Drake, there was anticipation. Just that easily, Drake won back her second mate. Drake approached the bed, bending the tip of her rapier experimentally. A flash of sadness passed her lips, quickly replaced by the strength I've come to expect from my redhead Captain. Steeling herself, Drake lowered the point of her rapier to Vogel's exposed breast. Ever so carefully, Drake touched Vogel's nipple with the rapier, making sure that the sharp tip never touched her. The cold steel passed back and forth over Vogel's nipples with an impressive amount of dexterity on the Captain's part. She toyed with both nipples as Vogel slept, making them hard with desire. Drake made sure Vogel was in a state of arousal before she called the traitor's name. "Tracy, wake up," Drake shouted, shocking the brunette awake. "What? Fuck!" Vogel cried, her eyes wide in fear and shock. Her eyes quickly surveyed Leigh, myself and bound Gonzales before realizing that Drake had a rapier to her breasts. "Have you been enjoying yourself?" Drake asked casually. Her voice was soft but the threat was implicit in her stance. "Yes," Vogel answered carefully. "Liar," Drake snorted. She lightly traced a line from between Vogel's cleavage down to her sex. To my amazement, Vogel parted her legs, opening her pussy. "I've had a lot of time to think about why you betrayed me, slut," Drake said as her rapier brushed over Vogel's belly. Goosebumps raised over Vogel's skin in the rapier's wake. "You are one of the best dominatrixes I have ever seen, and you have a cruelty that is unbridled, but you have one weakness. Do you know what that weakness is, my scurvy bitch?" "No," Vogel moaned. Her eyes were closed and her hips were thrusting slightly as the rapier. "Your weakness is that you would rather much be submissive than a dominant," Drake said, and Vogel moaned in agreement as the rapier passed through her pubic hair. "Yes, I gave you too much responsibility and not enough attention," Drake continued. "You would rather be dominated, but instead you were forced to command a crew the way you would prefer to be commanded. It must have been difficult. Every time you spanked or punished a crew member, you must have been wishing that it was your ass being belted." Vogel shivered as Drake dipped the rapier down, letting the cold metal slide across Vogel's wet cunt. Drake was being careful with the rapier while Vogel was paralyzed more by Drake's attention than she was by the rapier. Vogel's lovely breasts were heaving as her breathing became faster. "Overthrowing me was your way of punishing me for ignoring you," Drake said. "Well, you got my attention, bitch. I'm free now, and I won't make the same mistake again. Every day, I'll find a new way to humiliate you and from here on out, your rank as my First Mate is revoked. You'll be my cabin girl." "Ohhh," Vogel moaned, excited by the idea of such intimate service. "But I can't just take back my ship," Drake mused. "You've damaged my reputation among the crew. You've given them reason to doubt me. You've also lost respect for me personally. I can't have you just give me my ship back. I have to earn back my ship, and I can only do that in a public duel. Are you prepared, Vogel? Are you ready to face me for the right to command? If you win, I'll submit to you for the rest of the voyage. You'll have the right to abuse me as you wish as well as the entire ship to punish as well." "What if you win?" Vogel breathed. The rapier had parted her sex, and Vogel was humping to the touch of steel. The point was safely in the bed, and Vogel's nether lips were wrapped around the slender steel. Moisture was collecting on the metal, a mixture of sweat and desire. "If I win?" Drake laughed. "If I win, your ass is mine." Vogel shivered as Drake laughed at her desire. "Cabin boy!" Drake commanded. "Release Gonzales from her bonds. Gonzales, go prepare the Plank. Set it up on the deck. I want our duel to begin in one hour!" Leigh looked at me, bewildered by the drama we had witnessed. "What in the world is the Plank?" she asked. "Knowing Drake, it'll be something we couldn't imagine until we see it," I answered. I was right. An hour later, the entire crew was assembled on the deck of the ship. The sun was out illuminating the beautiful ocean. The breeze was gentle and soothing, bathing us in the wonderful smell of the sea. The crew was half-dressed and their eyes were bloodshot from last night's activities, but all of them were fully awake for the spectacle before us. Yes, it was completely bizarre. At first, I thought it was a seesaw, but the board was too flimsy. The Plank was shaped like a 'T', with the top board sitting five feet off the ground. The top board was six feet long and only six inches wide. The wood for the board bent easily, reminding me of a diving board. Each end of the board had a huge dildo mounted, pointing straight up. As the ship moved, we saw the board bounce with the waves. I looked around at the crew, recognizing almost everyone by now. Dr. Allston's nurse, Jamie, was here, eating a morning apple. My shower friend, Machiko, was here, fighting a yawn as she leaned against the rail. Heather and Michelle, those two misbehaving women Drake and I punished so long ago were sitting together, casually groping each other. Latesha, the black beauty that the whole ship had hunted down was entertaining nearby women with how it felt to be used on the deck. I was struck by how close I had become with these women, sharing their pleasures, their frightening orgasms and their never-ending challenges. I understood the thrills Vogel and Drake were going to experience as they would be humiliated in front of women that they knew so intimately. Drake and Vogel agreed on Dr. Allston as their impartial judge. She commanded both of them to strip, which they did with the seriousness of a duel demanded. Vogel's body was younger, but she paled in sheer magnificence compared to Drake. Even bound, Drake conveyed her arrogance in her stance. The wind whipped her red hair and she held her chin up as she smiled at her opponent. The crew taunted the two women, reveling in the chance to tease and humiliate their two Captains. Vogel blushed a deep red despite her best attempts to ignore them while Drake merely stood there as calm as the Pacific Ocean. Dr. Allston bound both of the captains' hands behind their backs, double- checking that both of them were completely helpless. The Doctor then pushed down on one of the dildoes until the edge was about a foot off the ground. Drake bravely stepped forward and placed her legs on either side of the Plank. The Doctor slowly eased on the dildo, guiding it up until it met with Drake's pussy. The dildo was so huge, even Drake cried out as the immense girth penetrated her. Two crew women then lifted Drake up till her feet were off the ground. Dr. Allston secured manacles to Drake's feet and with a very short chain, she attached them to Drake's wrists. Now Drake was impaled completely on the Plank, the weight of her bound legs helping to further pull her down on the dildo. Drake winced as the awesome dildo filled her sex. Within minutes, the procedure was repeated with Vogel. Bound hand to foot and impaled on the opposite dildo, Vogel was to face to face with Drake. The Plank supported both of them, yet the slightest movement from either caused the Plank to bend and flex. They were struggling to stay as still as possible, which wasn't easy with the constant pitching of the ship. "Select your champions!" Dr. Allston commanded. "Gonzales!" Vogel yelled, the strain on the dildo evident on her face. The Hispanic Amazon stepped behind Drake and took a paddle from the doctor. Gonzales look afraid of her duty, something both women on the Plank noted. "So help me, Gonzales, if you go easy on me, I'll have you washing panties by hand for the rest of this voyage!" Drake snarled Gonzales stiffened. "Yes, Captain." she said coldly. "Teresa," Vogel said, still haughty despite the dildo impaling her. "Win this for me, and I'll reward you every single night left on this cruise." A cruel smile appeared on Gonzales's lips. "Yes, Captain," she said again. "I pick the cabin boy!" Drake announced. The crew actually cheered. "Take your position, cabin boy!" Dr. Allston commanded. Leigh gave me a gentle push, breaking me from my paralysis. I stepped forward in a daze and took the paddle from the doctor's hand. My position was behind Vogel, which gave me eye contact with Drake. My beautiful Captain was proud even when bound. I wanted nothing more than to be the instrument of her victory. "The rules are simple!" Dr. Allston announced. "Each woman will be paddled until she gives up. Whoever lasts longer is the new Captain. The paddling stops as soon as you surrender, so you have no one to blame but yourselves for your discomfort. Do you understand the rules?" "Yes!" Tracy snapped loudly. Then quieter, so only Drake and I could hear she said, "I will break you Ashlyn. I won't submit to you as easily as I have in the past." Drake smiled. "I understand the rules!" she shouted. She had no personal words for Vogel, she knew that this dominance would have to be won by actions. "Then champions, begin!" Dr. Allston shouted. Gonzales swung back quickly and smacked Drake on her helpless ass. The force of the blow lifted Drake and she arched her back as the pain ripped through her. The Plank flexed as she moved, burying itself deeper into her sex. It also caused Vogel's end of the Plank to flex as well, fucking her with the dildo. "Swing, William!" Drake snarled. I was so intent on Drake, I forgot my duty. I pulled back and aimed for Vogel's ass. With her ankles and wrists bound together, her ass was a small, tight target that hung over the end of the Plank. The paddle landed harshly on her buttocks, imprinting a red welt on her cheeks. Vogel cried out and bounced on her dildo, groaning again as she was forced to sink deeper down on the phallic intruder. Gonzales and I fell into a rhythm. We both wanted our targets to suffer a little from the vibrations inflicted from the other's paddling. I had my swings timed to hit just seconds after Gonzales and then Gonzales would paddle Drake moments after my swing. This kept the Plank constantly in motion as the bound Captains were relentlessly fucked by their dildoes. It also kept their tits in motion, a sight I got to appreciate by watching Drake. Her massive tits were bouncing savagely as she shifted away from her spanked ass and the dildo pumped her pussy. I'm ashamed to admit that I swung harder on Vogel's ass just to watch my beloved Captain's tits swing higher. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Our rhythm was perfect. Vogel's ass was cherry red in minutes. Her buttocks kept clinching with every hit and she her cries became louder and louder. My arm was in no danger of getting tired. I was enjoying having my revenge on this arrogant bitch. My cock was also painfully hard. I kept getting glimpses of the dildo imbedded in Vogel's sex when she would rise up on the Plank. My spanking became quicker as I tried to suppress my own frustrated desires. "Go ahead and cum, Tracy!" Drake taunted. "I know you are getting off on this! Ouch! The whole crew is watching you fuck yourself while you're getting spanked! Ouch! I know you're trying to keep yourself from climaxing in front of everyone but I know you're not strong enough! Damn it, that hurts! You're going to cum at any second, and when you do, you're going to scream like you always do! Ouch! Scream and let my crew know what kind of pain slut you are!" Vogel clamped her mouth shut, too afraid to even speak. Her hips betrayed her though. Instead of arching up to avoid the paddle, Vogel was grinding down on the dildo. As much as she wanted to avoid the public humiliation, she wanted to climax more. I swung harder on her red ass, forcing her to move faster, making her break for my Captain's delight. "Scream slut!" Drake commanded, and that is what finally broke Vogel. I paused with my spanking as Vogel's body jerked and she tilted her head back. A powerful uninhibited scream broke from her lips as the Plank kept her body bouncing up and down. The crew laughed so loud at Vogel's breaking that their jeers drowned out even the roar of the ocean. "Ouch! Keep spanking her William! Ouch! It's what the slut craves!" Drake commanded between winces of pain. I obeyed my Captain and continued my assault on Vogel's captive ass. There wasn't a square inch of her round buttocks that I hadn't flattened with my paddle and there wasn't a spot on her ass that wasn't as red Drake's lips yet I kept spanking her. Vogel barely noticed my paddling. She was getting ready to scream another orgasm. Spanking her ass was just a distraction to her. Across from Vogel, Drake was sweating hard. The muscular Gonzales was hitting Drake's ass fiercely, trying in vain to break the Captain. Every time Drake rose on her dildo, I could see how much juice was coating the phallic extension. Her nipples were hard and proud, and her eyes were becoming more and more unfocused. My Captain was ready to climax but she was holding off, trying to save her dignity to further discourage Vogel. "Vogel is the best screamer you have!" Machiko taunted, and the rest of the crew laughed. Drake smiled cruelly at Vogel's embarrassment. "Scream for us again, bitch!" Gibson yelled. The normally serene cook was looking at Vogel with an intense disdain. "Hit her ass harder, William!" Jamie encouraged. The cruel nurse's eyes were on Vogel's bright welts. "Fuck the Plank, fuck the Plank, fuck the Plank!" the crew began to chant. Vogel screamed another orgasm, and the crew continued their chant as steadily as I continued my spanking of her ass. The futility of the situation finally did her in. She knew Drake would never give in, and Tracy also knew that the crew would never cease in their teasing of her now. She had been stripped, taunted, spanked and humiliated and yet she was still so aroused that she was fucking the Plank on her own free will. Tracy threw her long brown hair back and screamed another climax as she finally surrendered herself. I stopped spanking her and stepped back as she humped her dildo fiercely. No longer did she delude herself into thinking she wanted to command. There was no longer any doubt of what Vogel really wanted. Gonzales stopped paddling Drake. The Second Mate was smiling as we watched Vogel ride the Plank to yet another ear-splitting orgasm. Dr. Allston was waiting for Vogel to announce her concession, but there was no need. The wild brunette fucked herself silly on the Plank, ignoring the jeers and the laughing remarks as she bounced herself to another plane of bliss. "Untie me," Drake commanded, and Gonzales herself obeyed her command. When Drake's hands and ankles were free, she lifted herself from her dildo, sighing with relief as the huge implement left her. She stood on the narrow Plank and raised her arms in victory to the cheering crew. Somehow, with her fantastic sense of balance, Drake walked the length of the Plank to Vogel's humping body. She grabbed a handful of Vogel's hair, forcing her to look up at Drake's glorious nude body. "That wonderful ecstasy you are feeling right now, Tracy, is something a Captain can never experience," Drake told her. "A Captain must keep her a firm hand on her desires, or else the entire ship may capsize under the force of her emotions. It's a sacrifice to be the Captain. It's a duty that one woman must make so that the rest of her crew may reap the treasures of sensuality that is out there. Are you a Captain, or will be one of her crew?" "I want you to be my Captain," Tracy admitted, worship in her eyes and a gasp from her mouth. "Then serve your Captain," Drake growled, pushing Tracy's head between her legs. Drake gasped as Tracy eagerly licked at the Captain's sex. Drake's fingers dug into Tracy's hair as the Captain finally released her own self- control. The Captain never lost her balance as she climaxed; standing tall as the Plank bobbed with the ocean. Her orgasm was quick but triumphant. "Now, we have a victory party to begin!" Drake announced and the crew cheered with her. "But first, I have some other business to attend," Drake said. Still standing on the Plank with Vogel's head between her legs, she pointed to Leigh and me. "Take those two to the brig and bind them securely!" "What?" I shouted. "What did we do?" I almost whined as female hands grabbed my arms. Drake laughed. "You've given me my ship back," Drake said. "So I plan to reward you tonight. Take them and bind their hands away from their sex. I want them to be horny and ready when I reward them tonight! I want to give them my full attention when I reward them, but right now, I have a crew to get reacquainted with." She paused as the crew cheered their appreciation at her compliment. "Now take them away, and let them contemplate what their reward may be!"