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Day 3


Franz continues:

The next morning I woke with the sun shining on my face. But I also
woke with a hard-on. Last but not least I woke because of what was
causing me the hard-on. Under the linen Sandra was giving me a
morning blowjob. I liked that. Those readers, who have already
experienced such a thing don't need any explanation of how much good
it does you. The others won't understand, so I will spare them the
details. I was long and hard and she warm, wet, and took me deep. The
skills of her tongue were incredible. It seemed that she had had
twenty years of practice.

Finally I erupted and she didn't let go. I cried out in lust, my
spasms almost hurt when I spurted my seed into her mouth. I guess by
now, that our neighbours see me as the cock, which was waking them
early in the morning (and therefore I should have been given a broken
neck, grilled, and put into the soup!)

I was smiling when my fuck-toy started to appear from under the
blanket. But what was that? My blood started to tingle. That wasn't
Sandra!

"Good morning, Franz."

"What you're doing in my bed, Esu? Where is Sandra?" I asked,
sheepishly.

The remainder of my cum was dripping from her chin when she almost
gagged with her laughter.

"I am giving you the best blowjob you had since midnight and the
first thing you are thinking of is another woman! That's ridiculous!"
she mocked but her smiling indicated that she wasn't serious.

"Yes, Esu, you were fantastic. I am only surprised and well, also
concerned about Sandra."

"You don't need to be. Fuck-toy spent the night with Yotna. I guess,
right now he will be having a similar surprise as well."

Then she crawled up and we kissed and cuddled for a while. I could
smell myself on her tongue and that gave me another hard-on. I threw
her on her back and put my member into her pussy. Soon we're fucking
like rabbits again.

Afterwards, we showered together and then dressed. Esu must have
planned all this because as it turned out, she has brought a light
summer dress with herself so she didn't have to wear the sensual
evening dress she wore at the Captain's dinner. Then we left the
cabin and went our separate ways.

I headed for the bridge to make my telephone call.


                                 * * *


Five minutes later and I had spoken with Katka. She told me that she
also missed me a lot and her working colleague who had been ill
before, surprisingly returned to work earlier than expected. I made
another call to the agent who was dealing with the ticket
reservation. She would fly into the Portuguese capital, Lisbon via
Prague and meet us the next day, early in the afternoon. Portugal was
in the same time zone as London, but we checked twice with the first
mate to make sure that we didn't mess the times up. I hadn't changed
my watch so it still showed continental time. Anyway, during this
cruise, real time on the ship didn't play a big role. At least, if
you made sure you didn't miss the meals. Well, the stomach helped you
with this issue.

I was whistling, when I headed for the dining room to have a big,
really big continental breakfast. Right aside the stairways on the
upper deck a woman was making out. It was one of the women who had
travelled with Kenny, Officer Sherry. I watched her for some minutes,
and then I went into the salon where the breakfast was being served.

I was very surprised about what I saw.


* * *

Yotna continues:

Slowly my surroundings slip back into focus, and my fuddled brain
recognises the still unfamiliar room. It's morning, yet it feels as
if I haven't slept. I roll over and slink an arm around Esu. As soon
as my hand contacts the silken night robe I remember its Sandra that
slumbers besides me, not Esu.

Did I really? Was she able? Oh yes, both were affirmative. Sandra
murmured lightly. For an instant she recoiled.

"I'm sorry, god that was an odd dream... For an instant I didn't know
where I was! I thought you were the thing with the red eyes!"

She seemed quite panicky; reaching out I ruffled her hair, and held
her closer, sighing. Hang on a minute! Red eyes...

"Sandra, my dear FT, tell me about the red eyes. In particular when
you first saw them."

"Well, it was just before I got tied up the other day -- I can't be
sure though the details are fuzzy in my mind."

"I expect they are, but try, it's very important."

"OK."

I listen patiently to Sandra's tale, it sounds familiar, a bit too
familiar.


                                 * * *


I storm out of the plush stateroom and head off towards the dining
room. As soon as I enter the room I see her. Mika is helping herself
to a generous breakfast from the steaming servers.

"Mika, I have a bone to pick with you!" I rage.

"No bones on the menu I'm afraid. Oh and a good morning to you too."
She smiles.

"Don't you smile at me. You have been up to it again haven't you?"

"I though 'it' was the purpose of our cruise?"

"No, well yes, no I mean friendship is the main purpose.
Nonetheless, the point is, and I quote; 'Red eyes - but the details
are fuzzy'." I snap.

"Ah, so the Fuck Toy has been spilling the beans," Mika smirked, "I
just helped her perform as a toy, and I was friendly. Well for me I
was friendly..."

I cut her off in mid flow.

"Not on, just not on. I warned you! There are rules, and you have
broken the most important one," I smirk back at Mika, "Transylvania
for one, one way?"

"You wouldn't, it's not my fault. You created me. I'm only what you
wanted. You can't banish me." Mika whimpered.

"Shut up, I'm thinking."

"I better continue then, it could be a while," Mika replied, "I
don't want my breakfast to get cold."

"You, young lady, are skating on thin ice."

"And you write too many clichés."

"Oh touché, very clever. I'm thinking of punishment, and there's no
cliché in that."

"Now, don't tease Yotna. You are giving me a hard-on."

Before my incredulous eyes the front of Mika's elegant dressing gown
tented out spectacularly. The engorged head of her mighty clit poking
through the gap it had created. My eyes bulged similarly.

"My god, that incredible."

"No, that's just my clitoris. You do remember how big you made it?"

"Err, yes I do, and it seemed like a good idea -- at the time," I
take a deep breath, "but its one thing to think it. Quite another to
observe it."

"Well thank you so much for endowing me with this. I have always
wanted to find a way of showing you my true feelings, and now I have
it in my hands."

Mika reached forward and scooped up a full ladle of beans. With an
inhuman speed she deposited the hot mixture accurately on the top of
my head. Despite the impromptu shampoo and set I stood dumbstruck. My
mouth still wide-open. Shocked by Mika's appearance and actions, I
was barely aware of the steady passage of the slimy beans down my
face. Steadfastly I ignored the sauce streaming from my chin.

At this precise moment, I heard a polite cough behind me. Turning
away from the odd apparition before me, I stared straight into the
eyes of an amazed Franz Kafka.


* * *

Franz continues:

The moment I arrived the young woman deposited beans, complete with
sauce on Yotna's head. That was ridiculous. Why did she do such a
thing?

I hadn't seen the woman on the cruise before -- wait, it was the
evening in the pantry, when the stripper contest was held. When
Sandra gave both Yotna and me her perfect blowjob, we didn't pay much
attention to the other contestants, but now I remember, that she was
dancing at the moment when Yotna blasted his cum into Sandra's mouth
and over her face. Never mind, did he tell her something nasty to put
her in a rage?

The scene in front of my eyes appeared to me like a parody of the
latest advertising campaign of Master Card. A pound of beans, 1 Euro
20, a new man's shirt, pressed, 14 Euros, the view on Yotna and the
expression on his face this morning -- priceless.

"Good morning, Yottie. I have to speak with you, but if you're
trying a new method for improving hair growth, I won't disturb you...
only tell me if it works," I said.

Yotna looked angrily at me for a moment or two, and then burst out
laughing. A second later I joined in.

The woman looked puzzled. Actually, we all looked puzzled. She was
well shaped, very well shaped, but her clitoris was definitely too
big in my opinion. But that wasn't all her fault. Well, the reader's
might or might not excuse me, but I am not good in describing people
and even more so in a foreign language, so I'd rather tell you that
she looked like Kate Beckinsale in that vampire movie, Underworld --
although she was more sexy than Kate Beckinsale, thinking of which,
is that possible?

For years, I have had a fascination for the type of girls, which I'd
rather not introduce to my parents and grand-parents. Punk and Goth
girls gave me a hard-on; my member surely wasn't treacherous when it
came on this topic. Black hair, green eyes, and some piercings in
eyebrows, nose, and tongue made me nuts. If I then discovered
piercings in her nipples or in her privates, I fucked for days and
that without Viagra. Okay, I am pulling your leg a bit, but indeed,
the girls at the suicidegirls website were for me a major turn-on.

That young woman was such a girl, though on the first sight I didn't
notice any body modifications. Though, I felt she was somehow ...
dangerous. The woman shot a dirty look at me as I admired her beauty.
Her eyes weren't green, but -- red! Two stewards had meanwhile
arrived and they were holding her firmly, waiting for the Captain's
order. Evidently, she was confused about what was happening and also
concerned what might happen.

"That's insubordination," Yotna said to her in a stern voice and
then to the stewards "Restrain her to that pole, until I decide what
we're doing with her."

The young woman was silent, her face showing concern about her
future. Insubordination at sea results in hanging," I stated, "or at
least keel-hauling."

Yotna put a hand on my shoulder. "Dear friend," he said, "we'll have
to talk." Then he turned and went out of the dining-room. I followed.


                              * * *


When we arrived in the captain's cabin, he put his head under the
water, washing off the beans and the sauce which had almost dried. I
waited for him to talk.

He opened a cupboard and took out a bottle of Famous Grouse. Then he
poured two glasses. "I don't drink heavy things before sunset," I
protested.

"Fuck the sun and fuck the whole sunset," Yotna ordered. "Fuck even
my wife and Fuck-Toy, if you need to. But now, drink!"

Who I was to object? I was only a passenger who had to fulfill the
Captain's orders. Actually, what he poured in was more like a triple-
double whisky so the glass was almost full. I took a big gulp, but
the glass was still more than half-full.

"Franz, you saw that woman?" He asked me.

I nodded and after a long pause, he spoke again.

"She isn't a woman."

I didn't understand. If she wasn't a woman, what she could be? A
man? A transvestite?

"She's a vampire," Yotna continued, understanding my puzzled
expression. I had taken another gulp of whisky, but now I choked.

Then he told me how he had created her and how she starred in his
stories. He explained how she had invited herself on the cruise. I
understood all this; After all, I had done some similar things, maybe
even worse. My sin on  this journey was a character inviting a real-
life woman to be my fuck-toy on  this cruise, while my character had
to stay at home and therefore initially wouldn't take part in this
fantasy. On the other hand, the only consequence was to have some
imaginary fun with my online-friends and include a real life  person
in this fantasy. Katka was totally a figment of my imagination, but
Sandra would hopefully never will find out about any of this mess.
Maybe I really should stop thinking about those pills which you can't
buy in the supermarket which Sandra sometimes took at a rave party.

"The worst thing is that I can't send her back to Transylvania!"
Yotna finished his monologue. It was an hour and a half later and the
bottle was recognizably more empty than before.

"Why?"

"You know, she stars in my story. Heck," he blurted out, "I haven't
posted a new chapter of 'Vampyre Daze' for a couple of months, but
when I send her away, I have to fix too many things."

"Aside that," I said, "Since King Lear, we know about problems with
banishing. Your Cordelia --"

"Mika."

"Mika might return with a French army. Do you want that?"

He shook his head. "Never. Rather some Krauts than the French."

We broke out in laughter. Then his face turned hard again. "Franz,
there is another problem. You should know about it." I didn't answer
so Yotna continued. "Mika is responsible for tying Sandra up."

My eyes literally widened in surprise. The adrenaline in me
increased, my temper was short before an outburst of anger. Calm
down, Franz, think back on soccer, Germany-England, 1966, 2:2 after
90 minutes. Franz Beckenbauer, Uwe Seeler, and that asshole-referee
Dienst from Switzerland, who gave the victory -- ta ta ta taaaaaam,
hier ist BBC London -- to Britannia.

"I claim keel-hauling for the responsible person."

"I'll second that in a minute, but you know, Mika is a vampire
and... well ... I've already researched it ... she can transform as
an animal."

"And?"

"You know what that means? Did you ever watch a movie until the end?
When the titles say, 'No animal was harmed in the making of this
film'? Franz, we cannot harm her. Brigitte Bardot would jump on us."

I nodded in agreement. Some thirty years ago I would've liked her
jumping on me. That was before I barely knew what to do with a penis,
other then peeing in a pail of water in the corner. The first movie I
saw in which Bardot played was "In Case of Adversity" with Jean
Gabin, late on a Saturday night, home alone. I used a scene from this
movie even years later as jerking off inspiration and certainly my
obsession for naked legs and the shortest mini skirts resulted from
that scene.

"So we can't do anything harmful to her, though I would like to do
so." I understood. "But we have to punish her, for what she did." I
insisted.

"I agree. Do you have any ideas?"

"Sushi."

"Sushi?"

"Sushi."

And then I told him what I had in mind.


                                  * * *


When we returned, we were both in a condition which wouldn't allow
us to drive anywhere but we both were professionals and we were angry
with that slut Mika.

She was still restrained on the pole even though the dining room was
now busy. Most of the passengers on the ship had already had their
breakfast and Yotna and I saw Esu and Sandra sitting and looking at
the vampire, holding each others hands. I also recognized denny who
was flirting with Mika - obviously he had no clue what he was doing --
and Kenny, suzee, and Officer Sherry.

Officer Sherry was in a dispute with Kenny and suzee, claiming that
every human being had rights and had to be informed of those rights
and if, in case the human being couldn't afford a lawyer, a lawyer
would be granted by the court. (What did Sherry know about
'vampires'?)

I also noticed that Foxy was around and she was wearing the shortest
mini-dress I have ever seen (apart from the mini-skirts worn by the
girls in the Czech republic,) ending only inches below the curves of
her lovely ass.

(Let's talk about the cliché: Foxy was blonde, but she also had
gorgeous legs and a sensational ass. Actually, my role sex idol when
masturbating when thirteen wasn't Marilyn Monroe, but Jane Russell.
It wasn't Jayne Mansfield, but Claudia Cardinale. I grew up with Kim
Wilde (yeah!), Blondie (oh!), and Nena ('99 red balloons'), not
Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera or that Canadian bitch, who is
popular right now. Anyway, Marilyn, Jane, Jayne, Claudia, Kim,
Blondie, Nena, Britney, Christina, and Avril weren't around, but Foxy
was!) Okay. Back to the story.

I wondered where Foxy got that super-short mini-dress, but I wasn't
wondering, when I tried to look up her skirt trying to figure out if
her pussy, which I had already fucked, was bare or not. She noticed
me looking, smiled and threw one of her legs over the second, like
Sharon Stone once did when she teased Michael Douglas.

Yotna then spoke up, saying, "Ladies and Gentlemen, this creature
has broken several rules on this ship and therefore must be punished.
Since England is the home of HMS Fantasy, a country in which rights,
order, and justice have traditionally, for a much longer time than
the alleged age of her passengers --" He paused and looked at us
before continuing, "-- no pre-justice will take place, but a fair
trial and the High Court of El'Toub City will decide about the guilt
of this delinquent."

"Hear, hear," denny grunted.

"Yep. Hear, hear, in the name of Captain Ahap ... ahem Yotna
El'Toub, Captain in charge on HMS Fantasy, I call the case La
Taverna. Here as appellants against Mika, defender, against who is
filed..."

"Objection, your honour," Sherry jumped in.

"Denied."

It seemed like a court room drama when Yotna declared me as a
barrister on behalf of Mika, the vampire. I wasn't sure what rights a
vampire could claim (if any), but I knew on one hand that the
passengers on this ship were open-minded, tolerant, and not
religiously fanatic in any direction and on the other, I wasn't sure
about this case - but I doubted whether CNN or Bob Woodward in the
Washington Post would report it, so therefore we were relatively safe
against US lawyers, who could sue us for millions of dollars of
compensation.

Esu, Sandra, denny, and Kenny got sworn in as grand jury. Since
there weren't enough passengers on the cruise-ship and because it was
a British ship, no fraternization with the crew was allowed, so the
staff couldn't be involved in this case. Therefore the constitution
of a jury of twelve angry men was agreed; each of them had to
represent three members of the jury.

Sherry, as a member of the executive committee was guarding the
delinquent, and wasn't allowed to join the jury and suzee as an
usher, had to read the protocol.

There was an objection that the jury wasn't truly independent, since
Sandra was involved in the bench event but after she assured us that
she hadn't any bad feelings about being fucked by almost the whole
crew and all of the passengers, it was disallowed.

Mika's attorney claimed in his rebuttal that the court wasn't legal,
since she wasn't of English nationality and had never owned a
passport, but when Esu said that she saw wire-payments with licence
fees on behalf of Mika to the former British-Honduras, which was
still part of the British Commonwealth, this claim was turned down as
irrelevant. The flip-chart on which Sandra's visitors had ticked how
they 'used' her, became evidence piece number one and proved her
successful night.(I must obtain the property rights on this piece of
evidence and frame it. It would make a nice picture above my desk).

Sandra as the main witness and all jury members were to examine
Mika's clitoris. Actually, this examination took longer then intended
because Mika came several times and passed out twice so we had to
interrupt the session until she regained consciousness.

"Maybe she should wear a piercing in her clit," Sherry suggested in
a break. "It's big enough."

"Katka definitely would like that idea," I answered.

We didn't analyze if the ink on the flip-chart was sold in
Transylvania or if the words on the flip-chart were written by the
delinquent and I don't want to bore you with the juristic details. We
had a little problem when Mika's attorney -- Franz Kafka -- was
asking the witness Franz Kafka about the night in the coal bunker,
which had me running from the attorney's table to the witness' stand
and back for the whole cross-examining. I can assure you, if I, the
now successful barrister-at-sea ever meets this witness again, I
certainly can't guarantee my own behaviour...

To cut a long story short, Mika was guilty. She was declared guilty
by the jury on all counts. We the court, didn't understand why Sandra
as member of the jury split her votes at first, but then jury member
number six was against the verdict until ... well... lunch. When the
lunch was served, Yotna ruled that the jury wouldn't get any food
until they came to a decision.

Yotna as judge and I as attorney got lunch of course, but Sandra,
Kenny, denny, and Esu had to sit in a corner, discussing the result
of the jury. It was denny who finally shouted, "Fuck it! I am hungry.
I fuck on any fucking blowjob. I need to get something between my
teeth. That slut is guilty, without any doubt, no matter if the fuck-
toy had fun on the bench or not."

It was Kenny who came up with the question that if a character in a
story can be guilty, or, if the responsibility for a character's
deeds should be claimed by the creator of that character. Officer
Sherry objected so I had to file an order that she had to leave the
court since she wasn't involved either as an appellant or as a
defendant and the witnesses had already been dismissed.

Heck, this was to be a journey of fun, not of juristic angles to be
figured out and since it was already after noon; witness number six
gave up her reluctance and joined with the majority.

Yotna ruled that he would announce the punishment after eleven hours
and 34 minutes, exactly the same amount of time that Sandra had been
restrained to the bench and that the offender would spend this time
imprisoned, i.e. Mika would be bound to the same bench at the same
place with the same rules in effect. Esu got into a discussion with
Kenny and me, pointing out that - actually - it wasn't a punishment
at all, but then Yottie stated that the time was only waiting for the
verdict, not the punishment itself.

It was Sandra, who finally came up with the compromise -- Mika was
to be tied up on the bench, but nobody on board was allowed to do
anything sexual to her. This was a wise decision with which most
agreed. Actually it was only the two stewards who had arrested Mika,
that were mumbling, "But that's a punishment against us!"


* * *

Lady Chrystal continues:

I woke up and stretched, savoring the morning air. Harvey... I
reached and lightly stroked the sleeping man beside me, had found a
solution to my complaints about the low ceilings below decks.

Some quiet rearranging of stores on the first night had emptied what
had originally been the stable for the ship's cow. We'd moved the
blankets and pillows from my stateroom and spent the few hours left
before dawn making the place my private 'nest'.

I'd enjoyed meeting and listening to my voyage mates as they
introduced themselves at the Captain's Table. I'd also managed to
monopolize Harvey as soon as his formal duties were over and lead him
off for some quiet getting acquainted time under the stars. It was
only when he'd started yawning that I'd realized he was truly worn
out from the stress of the first few day's of the cruise and then all
of the time we'd been together.

Both of us had known his protests about joining me had been a
formality, easily solved by my formal request that he be allowed to
introduce me to his first love, The Fantasy, unless his duties
required him to be elsewhere.

I'd laughed at his slightly bemused stare after we'd left the
owner's cabin. "Harvey, dear. Sailing ship owners have always had an
informal agreement that lets them 'steal' the services of a crew
member if that person isn't essential to the functioning of the
ship." I then wrapped my arm around him and steadied him while we
headed for my new 'cabin'. "Now, let's get you someplace where you
can fall asleep for awhile."

"But..."

Obviously, the new situation hadn't fully penetrated his fatigue
fogged brain. Bluntness was in order. "Come. Tonight at least, and
for the rest of the voyage if you wish, sleep with me. For the rest
of tonight, anyway..."  I lifted my lips in a grin and studied him.
"And until you wake naturally, share my warmth and get the rest you
need."

He'd smiled wanly and offered no more protests.

Once I helped him strip he settled and let me massage the stress out
of his body.

Finally, during the quiet hours of the night, I had the time to
study my latest lover and think about the near future.


                                 * * *


Harvey's fingers, slowly drifting through my fur, brought me back
from my mental drifting. "Good..." He hesitated. "Whatever time is
it, Vel."

I captured his hand and nibbled at his fingers. "Late. I know we've
missed breakfast." I glanced at the shadows. "Maybe lunch, too. Feel
better?"

He pulled his hand away and stretched his arms over his head. "Mmm.
Much better. I seem to remember someone massaging me to sleep last
night."

I tilted my head and studied him. "Dear, you were mostly asleep
before I started. Most men stay awake longer when I massage them."

He blushed.

I touched his face and then resettled beside him. "I'm only teasing.
I knew you needed your sleep last night. Your fatigue was partly my
fault."

I let the tips of my claws slide across his chest. "We'll be
together for quite awhile, dear?" I made it more of a question than a
statement. Then I nestled my head against his shoulder.

I felt his slow intake of breath and the slow release as he let it
out. "Lady Chrystal.  I was tired last night, not deaf. I heard what
you said. Is it true? I've heard the stories."

"Aye. It's true. All of it. The crew that came here and served
aboard The Fantasy was mine. They were the hand-picked crew that
manned my fleet flagship. The best of my world's best, in my opinion.
Other ship owners would disagree with that judgement."

"A fleet." He sounded slightly awed. "A fleet of sailing ships--and
you owned them."

I turned us so we could face each other. "That I did. And when my
mate, the father of my kits died...  I gave it all up and came here,
to Earth."

We looked at each other and I answered the question in his eyes.
"For love, Harvey."

He looked away. "I don't understand. You say love made you abandon
everything on your world. Yet now you are here, with me, and willing
to share yourself with someone you barely know. What am I to you?"

I bent my head until I touched his lips in a gentle kiss. "A man.
Security. Someone I can love deeply if he lets me. What are you to
me? Someone I want to be one of my friends."

I touched him again, this time to wrap my arms around him.

Harvey, in typical male fashion, ducked the friendship decision. I
wasn't worried. He'd already answered me by wrapping me in a very
intense hug before deciding aloud that he needed to eat.


                           * * *


The scene that greeted us when we went looking for food startled us
both. Some sort of strange ritual was taking place. It didn't take
long for me to figure out what was going on.  Some sort of ship's
trial was in progress and from the little bit we heard before I
managed to get Harvey's attention I realized that things were well in
hand, even if it was being handled in a fashion vastly different than
what I was used to.

Once we were far enough away I let go and giggled merrily. "I don't
think I've ever seen a trial that was so...  unusual."

Harvey stared at me and then laughed. "I thought I was seeing
things. But if you saw it too..."

I waved in the general direction of the kitchen. "I did." I grabbed
his hand and moved away.  I was still trying to get my giggling under
control. "I'd rather eat."


* * *

Franz continues:


When I checked on Mika, two hours later, to make sure that all the
rules were being followed, I found it all in order. I also saw the
two stewards having the time of their lives with Foxy who was having
the time of her life with them as well. And they were all being
watched by Mika, whose red eyes were sparkling with lust, but bound
as she was, she couldn't take part in the red-hot act of happiness
which was going on only a few yards from her bound body.


                                   * * *


While Yotna and I had made our plan - long before the impromptu
court was held - we had already planned Mika's punishment. The main
reason why the court was held was for the entertainment of Yotna, me,
and the other passengers. Only later did I remark that during the
act, I hadn't seen Lady Chrystal or Harvey.

I saw several of the jury members masturbating when we heard the
witnesses especially when Sandra told how she had been bound to the
bench and how the passengers and all of the crew members apart from
one, who was gay, had taken advantage of her. Yotna decided that the
gay crew member had offended my fuck-toy. Not because of his sexual
orientation but as the hearing showed, that he hadn't brought her
tequila or any other liquid, even though she had been thirsty after
serving his co-workers. She had pleased him kindly, but he had
totally ignored her. That was rude and for the sake of discipline on
the cruiser, unacceptable. He had to deliver his anal beads, which
got confiscated until the end of the journey.


                                * * *


Mika's punishment consisted of two parts. The first part took place
during a workshop with denny about the Oxford comma during the
afternoon. Mika served us dressed as a sushi plate, with all the fish
and sauces decorated on her totally naked body. We made sure we put
the sharpest sauces on her gorgeous body and some really awkward
garlic sauce on her pussy. I couldn't imagine how she would ever lose
that smell.

Sandra decided that Mika looked very sexy, despite the onion rings
around her nipples and the garlic sauce on her pussy and said, "do
you think we could do a threesome with her tonight?"

I shook my head. "I have other plans."

Just before dinner Mika had the second part of her punishment. Yotna
had insisted on this measure because he feared for the health of the
passengers in the future. Anyway, that part wasn't seen in public.
Well, the pride of each vampire is their teeth. We decided to pull
out all her teeth, at least those which were made for sucking up
blood. The main reason for doing this wasn't because of the pain the
act would cause her, as the pain might arouse the vampire, but the
fact that we were humiliating her. In other words, her position among
other vampires would become simply impossible and they would laugh at
her.

One could object, that we had broken the rules, which had been made
before the cruise, that no passenger or crew member could be harmed
in the making of this story, but Mika wasn't a passenger or a crew
member, just a character and more importantly, she was a vampire
therefore not human and the Geneva Convention nor any other rule
applied to her. I won't bother you with the description of the act --
in case you're interested in such descriptions, you might find them
in a newsgroup like alt.sadistic-dentists if you know how to use
Google groups.

                                    * * *


Sandra and I didn't take much sushi. My other plan included a
romantic candle-lit dinner for two. No Mika was going to disturb me
in the planning of that event.


* * *

Yotna continues:


After washing the unwanted topping from my hair, and discussing
Mika's fate with Franz, I prepared for the trial. I had spent some
time on the British Maritime Law Associations website, but was
disappointed in the lack of information on trying mutinous vampires.
Clearly we had a fairly unique set of circumstances on our hands. I
would not bring a charge of 'assault with hot food' as this was too
minor. No our consideration should go only to the 'false imprisonment
of a Fuck Toy' charge...

Court convened, and I over-ruled Officer Sherry, an unusual (I
understand) and satisfying event. I appointed Franz as Mika's defence
attorney, the modified jury was sworn in and the proceeding began.
Even I, the presiding authority, started to doze off; this was an
'open and shut' case. Mika's fate was not in doubt as she didn't deny
her actions. The only consideration was if she had transgressed
against the spirit of the rules. She clearly had.

I woke up when Franz suggested the jury examined the _prima facie_
evidence provided by Mika's abnormal clitoris. This could be
interesting. Esu to my surprise was the first to venture a hand onto
the now flaccid organ, and she grinned when it sprung to life pushing
her fingers widely apart. Now I witnessed the oddest of sights as
using a technique very familiar to me, Esu coaxed the monstrous clit
into full erection. denny bent forward at this point.

I was just about to warn my pal about Mika's habits, when she
ejaculated. denny's wizened feature disappeared beneath a gloss of
thick fluid. Remarkably he seemed to grin under his warm face-pack,
but I couldn't be certain. I held out a handkerchief to my editor-in
chief. He waved it away and proceeded to wipe is face with his
fingers, before depositing the goo in his mouth. Something reminded
me of schoolboy's and bogies, I stifled a laugh and re-pocketed my
'kerchief.

I looked at the defendant; this did not seem like punishment, her
expression and colour gave that much away. Esu lent forward, and went
to give the pulsing organ a blow job (Hmm, can you blow a clitoris?
Now this is a point of law I must personally research!) but denny
objected.

"M'lud Esu is being greedy!"

"Sustained! Esu please control yourself and allow the other jurors
due access..."

A shame-faced Esu stood back before uttering an urgent request.

"Permission to masturbate? Your honour..."

"Granted, but you must remain aware of the proceedings."

"Oh, I, I, I... Uhun... Will, M'lud. I promise..."

As Esu gyrated her fingers over her dampening folds her eyes were
fixed on the scene before her. I was satisfied she was fully aware. I
was satisfied, and judging by the look on Esu's face, she soon would
be too.

After this things got a little out of hand for a while, and my case
notes (taken for some unknown reason with my left hand) are fairly
illegible and somewhat stained. Still I do remember it culminated
with Mika fainting after a particularly protracted multiple orgasm. I
called a 15 minute recess, and refreshments were served to all.

We reconvened and started to discuss the legal complexities of
trying a vampire, at sea, or anywhere else for that matter. Officer
Sherry raised some excellent points of law in support of Mika's
position (I thought Sherry was trouble on sculpted legs, when I first
met her; it seemed I was right.) Eventually Franz asked for Sherry to
be ejected from court, I acceded to the defence request. Eventually a
tortuous process was completed and Mika was found guilty. As it
turned out just in the nick of time, as denny had started to chew on
the upholstery in his quest for sustenance.

A hearty lunch was enjoyed by almost all. Particularly enjoyable was
the video link, Mika was shown in all her glory, her giant clit
flagpole-like visible to all but available to none. The crew had been
warned that any man touching her would be tossed off the boat. In the
background I noticed one crew member was tossing himself off! Well it
seemed within the spirit of the cruise, so fair enough.


                              * * *


It was a difficult decision to make, but finally I made it. I
wouldn't go to denny's in depth seminar on the Oxford comma (I don't
like butterflies that much anyway). No, I would force myself to take
part in Mika's Sushi punishment; it was a legal necessity (Ho, ho!).
Very enjoyable it was, I'm not too sure about the meal, but the plate
was amazingly entertaining. The next part of the punishment was less
enjoyable, not because I am squeamish (a full blooded biologist me!),
but due to my morbid fear of dentists. Oh god, do you remember that
bit in Marathon Man, well I can't watch. Nor could I watch the
ceremonial teeth pulling. I remember little of it except the curse.

"I'll get even wish, you Shotna, you tshsee if I don't" Mika lisped.

On shaky legs I left the upsetting scene and went straight to the
galley. I issued an order banning beans, cucumbers, and in
particular, marrows for the entire cruise.


* * *

Foxy continues:


I was walking along the deck when I heard footsteps and my name
being called. I turned around and saw Esu approaching. "Foxy, we are
going to dock in Lisbon tomorrow. Would you like to come shopping
with me? I want to look at the new fashion collection by Ana Salazar
and I know you need some more clothes."

"Oh yes, that sounds like a good idea, I need some clothes that fit
me a bit better. Some that I can call my own." I smiled my thanks.

"Great. I'll look forward to it." Esu chuckled before departing in
the other direction.


* * *

Franz continues:


After the sunset, darkness approached quickly. Within a few minutes
the steward lit the candles to illuminate our meal. We had 'loup de
mer', natural rice, and dry white wine, an Italian 'Pinot grigio' and
Sandra slowly became a fan of wine. It wasn't really cold, but the
wind was a bit chilly tonight and Sandra's nipples poked through her
thin, black, and very tight lambs-wool sweater. She wore blue jeans
which also were tight, breathtaking tight.

During the dinner, we looked into each other's face and I was
admiring her sparkling, almost emerald green eyes. Her voice was
almost rough, a result of smoking since she was thirteen years old
and working as a waitress in pubs and discos for almost as many years.

Though I had never smoked, I was tolerant with smokers. Besides
that, watching a sexy woman smoke was a very erotic sight for me. But
I criticised her for smoking a lot. Sandra wished to reduce or even
to stop, but due to peer pressure among her friends she hasn't
managed to do so. She had learned the profession of an accountant,
but after school couldn't find work, common for the part of the
country we were living in. So she was working in a pizzeria at this
moment in time.

The fish was excellent and after the meal I ordered another bottle
of wine. Then we dismissed the steward and sat on a two-seater rattan
couch, we were watching the stars on the skyless firmament. Sandra
and I were cuddling each other, a blanket spread over us to protect
us against the chill and it didn't take long, before we began to
kiss. Our mood was different tonight, not driven by horniness, but we
felt a deep emotional harmony. We were holding each other. I felt her
breasts swell with every breath she took and thought I could hear her
heartbeats.

When we paused our kissing we smiled and looked in each others eyes
without having to say a word.

We had fallen in love with each other. Yet I had a girlfriend, who I
loved a lot and I didn't want to betray her. Even though Katka had
selected Sandra as my escort for this journey, for my sexual
entertainment as a fuck-toy, she hadn't planned on the two of us to
fall in love with each other. But then, I didn't feel it as a
betrayal either. No way was it my intention to end my relationship
with Katka. She and I had sex with other girls and the impulse for
hooking up almost always came from Katka, who had strong bisexual
tendencies.

Sandra and I had fucked every day during the last week, but oddly
enough, we didn't today. I didn't know how long we had been sitting
together in silence, but suddenly Sandra jumped up and walked to the
railing. She began to smoke and from her in and exhaling breath fast
I could tell she was upset. "Herrgott, to nelze!" she said in the
language mix which was so typical for that part of the Czech
Republic, she came from and in which lived so many citizens of German
nationality up until the end of WW II.

She threw the cigarette overboard and lit another. I stood up and
went over to her. As I approached her, my nose smelt the sweet scent
of marijuana. She inhaled it three or four times and then the joint
followed the earlier thrown-away cigarette.

She leaned her head onto my shoulder and we stood still for several
minutes. She sobbed and cried silently.

"There is nobody to blame. For anything!" I finally said.

"Thank you," she answered and then, "let's go sleep."


                                    * * *


We slept nude as every night before, spooning each other with my
hard-on pressed against her, even slipping into her at times, but we
didn't make love this night. I lay awake for a long time thinking
about this evening. Finally I concluded that I had to talk with Katka
as soon as possible. The morning dawn was appearing on the horizon,
when I finally fell asleep.


* * *

Yotna continues:

Afternoon slowly turned into evening, and I returned to the cabin to
spruce myself up for the evening meal. After a cooling shower, I
dressed in casual slacks and a t-shirt; I had had enough of formality
for one day. I turned as the door opened, and smiled a warm welcome
to Esu. She grinned back, but I could sense that something was on her
mind.

"Penny for 'em love?" I asked.

"Well, I just wondered why you did that to Mika?"

"The teeth? That was Franz's idea."

"No, no, the thing between her legs, why did you make her like that?"

"Er, it was just on impulse, you know how I am..."

"So you wouldn't want me to be that way?"

I laughed a throaty laugh and lifted my little mate off her feet,
together we tumbled backwards onto the sumptuous bed.

"No, I don't want you to use mind control either... Well, no more
than you do at present!"

I grinned and ran my left hand up from her behind to rest gently on
her soft right breast. Her nipple rose to spike my relaxed palm. Esu
slipped her head down onto my shoulder.

"I want you," she whispered.

"Typical, I shower, shave and dress, and now you want to mess me
up." I teased.

"That's the trouble with this cruise, I'm constantly horny." she
smiled.

"No change there then..."

"Except there are people around to satisfy me."

"Ooo, you!"

I eased Esu onto her back and went to remove her pants. Of course
this was redundant, there were none. I sighed at the irony of
removing my casual slacks so soon after donning them. Any reluctance
on my part disappeared as soon as the head of my organ lodged in my
love's wet flesh.

"I tell you what, let's skip the evening entertainment, and make our
own. What do you reckon 'FB'?"

"Mmm, sounds like a plan."


* * *

Esu continues:


I grinned at Yot's and wondered what sort of plan he had in mind. I
immediately hoped that it was going to be a good experience this
time. The last one with the banana's and cream had got rather messy
and it had taken me ages to wash the mashed mixture off of my body. I
was sure I smelt like bananas for days after that but that is another
story.

He teased my body with his smooth hands, his strokes paying special
attention to my erogenous zones. I sighed with passion as my tongue
reached to taste and tease his neck. My lips found his ear-lobes
which I nibbled at playfully as my fingers reached and caressed his
back.

I carried on tantalising him with my mouth, licking his body in
random spots, before moving back up to his lips and kissing him
passionately. My fingers ran along the bottom of his t-shirt which I
grasped and pulled off over his head.

This simple action seemed to excite him because he pulled off his
slacks immediately. My hands reached for his boxers and I eased them
down seductively, caressing his legs as I did so.

His sighs of pleasure told me how much he wanted me.

I heard him gasp as he lodged his organ in my damp passage.

"Oh Yot's, you're really hard tonight," I gasped as my mind thought
of all the sexual pleasures that I could share with him. When I felt
him push deeper inside me I whispered one of my fantasies to him.

I wondered if I should have done that as his thrusts became deeper
and deeper. His body trembling erratically. He paused slightly before
an amazing burst of energy overwhelmed him sending my body into a
sense of unbridled passion.

"Aarghh..."

"Ohhh... Yot's..."

We lay together in each others arm's for a while, before I decided
to tell him about another fantasy.

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