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The Pirates of Caledonia I John Salach johnsalach@yahoo.com

   This work is fiction and may be distributed, stored, modified and
redistributed as long as no charge is made to access the material.  Please
do not read if you object to the content of this story, or it is not legal
in your place of residence.

   Chapter I: Getting into trouble Even though at the time I didn't know
any different, growing up in Caledonia weird and eventful.  The island
nation, around 50,000 square miles big, had understandably few allies in
the region.  The female supremacist ideals that governed the nation,
insular approach to International relations and perceived low morals
hindered any negotiations between other nations that found little in common
with us.

   The capital town, and principal port of Hamilton on the east coast is
the hub of the island nation and with the agricultural lands towards the
north and south of the island and industrial heartlands of the west
providing, so that the country could prosper.

   For myself, a male, life certainly wasn't easy.  Over 400 years of
tradition were kept alive by Queen Catherine IV, her daughters and the
almost all-female Government.  Some of these as a lecherous man I could
quite enjoy.  Hair below the neck was widely considered dirty and unsightly
with every man and woman I know shaving daily.  Stockings and short skirts
were part of almost every official uniform while spankings (often
bare-bottomed) were administered in both the school and workplace to punish
misbehaviour.

   Humiliation, and especially sexual humiliation played a large part in
justice throughout the country.  For example, a popular punishment for
thieves was to tie them to a public rape bench blindfolded for a few hours,
so that the good people of Caledonia could take liberties with them, in the
same way the thief took the property of others.  I remember, a friend of
mine being ordered to spend two hours on the local rape bench for the
attempted midnight raid on the college tuck shop and heartily enjoying the
rather sloppy fuck that I got!

   I was lucky as I grew up and attended mixed-sex schools.  My town of
Cadder, thirty miles to the south of Hamilton and surrounded by untouched
woodland and farmers fields was one of the last to convert to single sex
education.  I was therefore treated, quite often to the sight of a
classmate being half-stripped (or even completely stripped) and
disciplined! Occasionally for really serious offences, the student in
question was denied the right to wear clothes, and on a number of occasions
I had a voluptuous naked girl sitting next me proudly displaying her wares
for all to see.  This made her horny and my break times were often a lot
more interesting that the average teenager at school.

   Like all everyone growing up, I was under a curfew from 8pm to 6am,
which got lifted for the girls when they got to 12 and the guys when they
got to 18.  My parents both worked at the same food processing plant, my
mother the manager and my dad a driver.  Both of my older sisters used to
take advantage of being home alone and entertain their friends and
partners. My first taste of sex was, as a 14-year-old being -śforced -ť to
entertain my sisters' friend, Wendy, while my sibling was busy screwing her
latest conquest.  While I might not have lasted very long first, second or
third time out, there was no substitute for my stamina and eagerness to
learn.  I remember the neighbours complaining to my parents about the
amount of noise Wendy made one evening as I was fingering her and found her
G-Spot.  It was an epiphany for me, truly understanding and enjoying the
delights of the female form that would shape the rest of my life.  Both of
my sisters were forced to apologise to the neighbours and were not prepared
to admit that they were out on dates leaving me home-alone!  They did get
suitable revenge with a particularly sturdy whip and Wendy was asked to
stop seeing me, which reluctantly she did when she started dating someone
her own age.

   After leaving education at sixteen, I hung around Cadder for awhile. 
The curfew that was still in place until I reached eighteen meant that I
couldn't go far, and I was the wrong gender to try and strike out on my own
at such a young age.  My original plan was to move when I got to eighteen,
but I had a stable job as a teaching assistant in my old school and then
started dating the Baronesses youngest daughter, so things were starting to
work out for me.

   Caledonia has around forty baronesses, appointed by the monarch to
oversee each town and its immediate vicinity.  Baroness Helen Trent was
well respected and much loved with conservative views, so I was not liked
in her household.  Virginia and I used to entertain each other at either my
parents house, who obviously enjoyed the fact that we were dating, or local
public places.  In the back of mind, I knew Virginia was only dating me to
rebel against her mother, but I didn't let it trouble me and enjoyed the
constant sex and powerful drugs she would supply.

   I know Virginia was far from faithful having a string of male and female
partners in addition to me.  Early on in our relationship, I resigned
myself to her promiscuity and even began to embrace it.  On several
occasions she would arrive at my parents house, drag me to the bedroom and
thrust herself on my face to eat her out, with lashings of cum dripping
from her drenched pussy.  Other times, I would find her kissing or screwing
other people at parties, but she always came back to me.  Despite having a
multitude of partners, she openly admitted that no-one she found could eat
pussy as well as myself and very few could find her G-Spot so easily and so
despite my low social status and far from good looks, she was happy to stay
with me.

   In total, we dated for five years before her mother managed to find an
eligible boyfriend for her that she would accept.  The advances of Andrew,
the nephew of Queen Catherine IV, were too alluring for Virginia, and even
though she thought he was a vile human being who could not satisfy her in
any way, they were married inside three months.  ;Unsurprisingly, I was not
invited to the wedding, but I managed to sneak in and I cuckolded her new
husband within 30 minutes of the ceremony, devouring her clitoris and
providing her with much needed release before spearing her with my rod and
spewing my juice into her.  I watched her return to her new husband from
the gardeners shed with my cum seeping down her leg.

   Having had such a serious relationship with one of the most of eligible
sphincters in the area did wonders for my status and I entered into a
string of failed relationships.  I could never find any girl that I liked
enough to stay faithful to, and after a few weeks of dating, none of my new
partners really wanted to date a teaching assistant and so finally, at the
age of 24, I did something I wanted to do at 18.  I left home for headed to
Hamilton.

   I arrived in Hamilton in early March and using some meagre resources of
what I had saved from my teaching job, I found a small room to rent with a
husband and wife for three months not far from the Docks.  Even though I
all my job interviews were unsuccessful, I was enjoying Hamilton with a
string of one-night stands with married women.  I was however fast running
out of money and even though I managed to extend my stay at the house by
another month for providing the wife with the oral service her husband
couldn't when he wasn't around, I was preparing for the nightmare of
returning home before the end of the July.

   I managed a further stay of execution when the Mark, the husband, had to
go away for a couple of weeks to help look after his sick mother, who lived
over 100 miles away.  He asked me to make sure that no harm came to his
wife while he was away, but in truth we spent little time out of the
bedroom.  Lucy was insatiable, demanding satisfaction several times a day,
and even when she said she couldn't take any more multiple orgasms, I would
continue massaging her G-Spot and feasting on her slit to bring her to
untold levels of pleasure.  In all the time I was in Hamilton, I only had
full intercourse once.  I learnt relatively quickly that my sexual
technique and penis size are average and I could best please my partners by
relentlessly devouring and probing their slits.  It often left me feeling
slightly unfulfilled, but as the years went on, I sought my pleasure
through others and a hand-job after hours of heavenly pussy-eating would
always leave me incredibly satisfied.

   All good things must come to an end, and Mark returned home unexpectedly
one lunchtime as his loving wife was bobbing up and down on my face. 
Humiliated and angry, I was told to leave and didn't hang around long
enough to hear Lucy confess to him all her past infidelities with myself,
and others before me and the reason why.  Packing my bags in record time, I
said my goodbyes and headed into Hamilton, with no money to return home and
nowhere to go.

   I remembered that one of the wives I had slept with repeatedly in my
early days in Hamilton, lived on the Docks as her husband worked on the
passenger ship while she worked at the freight terminal.  She was
well-connected and would certainly be able to arrange for me to get back to
Cadder in exchange for a little fun.  I had spent little time at the Docks
in daylight, and vast areas of it were restricted to authorised personnel
only.  I remembered her house, one of a block of ten or so, was at the
opposite end of the Docks to the ferry terminal and walked along the main
road going South.

   Machinery whirred almost everywhere as people hurried pushing huge
trolleys laden with goods.  As I walked further away from the passenger
terminal, the amount of people thinned until I was almost on my own. 
Looking round, I thought I spotted the block of houses in the distance and
walked towards them, oblivious to the surroundings.  By the time I reached
it, it became clear that it was a disused office building, and I looked
around unsure of where I was.  Behind me was a military guardhouse that was
surprisingly unmanned, and coming towards it (and me), no more than
75metres away, were two squadrons of naval personnel marching along the
quayside.  Realising that I was in a restricted military area, and would be
arrested, I scampered to my right, in between the disused office building
into an alleyway that lead inland.  Hoping that this offered another way
out of the docks, I walked gingerly up it.  I had walls 12ft high on both
sides of me, and it can't have been more than a couple of metres wide but
turned left sharply and began to follow the coast again.

   After a few minutes, it opened out into a small abandoned plaza.  A
galleon with a gangway to the plaza was moored to my left, while a large
building, currently closed and slightly derelict was to my right with no
other way out of the plaza.  I turned around to saunter back down the
alleyway when I heard voices.  Female voices and more than just a few. 
Panicking, I ran into the plaza, and with nowhere to go, ran across the
gangway and crouched down on the ship, peering over the edge.  Desperate to
relieve myself, I found an abandoned cup and filled it to the brim before
emptying it overboard

   About thirty girls -" the majority no older than me - walked into the
building, and just when I was about to make a break for it, a handful of
them started a football game in the plaza.  People came out onto the plaza
all afternoon and offered me no window of escape and by the time dusk fell
the square was silent and the light from the drab building became the only
source of illumination for the area.  I was shivering with cold and fear,
but realising that the plaza was finally empty, and that I had to make my
escape now, I began to board the gangway to return to shore.  My heart
beating furiously against my T-Shirt I ran across the gangway to the plaza
in the half-light.

   I hadn't even made it a quarter of the way across the gangway when a
female voice shouted me to `STOP' and emerged from the shadows of the
building.  Running towards the ship with a weapon, I turned on my heels,
and threw myself down the nearest hatch, tripping over my bag as I did.  I
heard the hatch click behind me in the darkness and last thing I remembered
was hitting my head on a beam and the world going darker than it already
was.



   Chapter II: Getting a job For someone who had not been to sea before the
feeling of the room going from side to side is an unusual one and
guaranteed to wake anyone from their concussed state.  There was little
light coming into the room, but it was apparent almost immediately that I
was not at the bottom of a flight of steps any more, but instead a curled
up in room of no more than six foot by eight foot with just a hard wooden
floor.  There were no windows, and just one sturdy looking door which I
assumed was well bolted.

   My heart sunk as I sat up, rubbed my eyes and leant against the wooden
wall staring at the door.  I could hear voices on the other side of it and
then footsteps but they faded as they walked past me.  I had what must have
been three hours to contemplate the mess that I had got myself in.  A
stowaway on a ship -" a military ship at that -" would have serious
consequences for me.  The military was secretive enough in Caledonia and in
the back of my mind I wondered if I would even live to tell the tale but
reasoned if they wanted to get rid of me they had the ideal opportunity to
do so before we left port.  I was sure that my fate would not be a happy
one.

   My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the door to my cell being
unbolted and then flung open.  The harsh light flooding into the room burnt
my eyes and I instinctively closed them and buried my face into my hands.
Rough hands lifted me to my feet and pushed me out of the room.  With one
person either side of me, I was almost carried down the ship and then
pushed up some stairs.  My eyes, acclimatising to the light were starting
to function again and I was amazed at what I saw at the top of the steps.
Believing at first that I was still concussed, I shook my head but it was
real.

   There were half a dozen girls all busy doing things, but dressed
identically.  A skimpy shiny black thong left little to the imagination, as
did a skimpy white T-Shirt tied in the middle at the base of the cleavage.
A dark red with black trim elegant jacket that extended down to the back of
the bare knees and calf high black boots decorated with gold studs
completed their outfit.  I looked at my two escorts who were still
ascending the steps and saw that they too, were dressed identically.

   `Where Am I?', I blurted out, but was pushed along the corridor without
being answered.  Before too long, and around 15 girls later, I was at a
door marked -śCAPTAIN -ť, and one of my escorts knocked loudly.

   `In!', came the reply and I was pushed into the room.  The door slammed
shut behind me.

   The captain's quarters were grandiose and imposing.  Varnished wood
lined the room, with pictures of important people and swords dotted around
the wall.  A double bed with tall sides was fastened to the floor in the
corner of the room with portholes on the opposing wall and a large desk. 
Behind the desk was the captain, who didn't look much older than myself. 
She too was dressed in the same pirates outfit, as was another girl who was
stood next to her.  The captain was still reading something on her desk,
but was easily 6ft tall, and had shoulder length brown hair tied in a
ponytail.  The cleavage of her more than ample breasts were proudly
displayed in the outfit that she was wearing.

   `Who are you and what are you doing aboard my ship?' she barked at me.
Both women looked at me, inquisitively and felt myself shrink into the
floor.

   `My name is John', I replied and then repeated my story of getting lost
on the docks and subsequently hiding before being spotted and falling down
the steps.  I thought about pleading for mercy but both of the women
listening to my tale were frowning with icy looks.

   After I finished, the Captain started immediately, `You have committed a
number of offences both on land and at sea.  One, you entered a secret
military area.  Two, you boarded a military vessel, twice.  And three, you
resisted arrest.  The seriousness of these crimes would lead me to suspect
that a Caledonian military court may seek the death penalty and at sea, I
am entitled to enact the same justice you would receive on the
mainland....'

   `Please!', I interrupted.  `I didn't mean to.  I'm not from Hamilton and
I didn't know...'.  Without warning, her partner stepped forwards and
kicked backs of my legs toppling me onto the floor.

   `DO NOT INTERRUPT THE CAPTAIN', she barked at me.

   `....the same justice you would receive on the mainland, and am
therefore considering what to do with you.'

   `Shall I prepare the plank, Captain?'

   The captain looked at me in thought.  `No.  Not yet.', she finally said.

   `But Captain with the greatest respect, we can't ever let him go.  All
of this has been top secret for centuries' she replied waving her arms
around and I felt my heart leap.

   `I am well aware of that Commander Helen, but I am not here to take life
needlessly', she gestured her hands towards me, and then continued.  `If I
ever believe that he is a threat to my ship, my crew or this mission, I
will kill him in an instant, but at the moment he is harmless.  I don't
think he is a threat to us at all........Anyway I've always wanted a Cabin
Boy or Cabin Girl, like the Captains of yesteryear but was always told that
the practice has died out.  Well, I've found my guinea-pig.  If he doesn't
measure up you can have him for breakfast or the courts can when get back,
if he does, then I will see about squaring it with the Admiral.'

   `Captain, he has had no training to be at sea', the Commander continued.
`Should we not have him just scrubbing the decks if we want to keep him?'

   `To do what I need him to do, he doesn't need to have had any training.
Ask Lieutenant Iona's team if they can sort out the old Commander's room
next door and ask her to fish out a couple of uniforms with shorts in his
size.  Also get one of your seawomen to show the cabin boy around our ship
and dig out the handbook he will need to read.'

   `Yes Captain', Commander Helen said coolly.

   The Captain turned to me as though I hadn't been in the room during the
last few moments and addressed me directly.  `I will give you a chance to
serve me and save your life, but you will be the lowest rank person on this
ship.  You will serve myself and only myself.  Disappoint me during our
trip I will either hand you to the courts on our return or kill you at sea.
Do I make myself clear?'

   `Yes Captain', I replied meekly

   `Excellent.  I will explain your duties to you tomorrow at dawn when I
expect you to be knocking on my door washed and dressed.  At Dawn.'

   Commander Helen pushed me out of the Captain's office as I thanked her
and she called a pirate girl who walking past.

   `Tabatha', Commander Helen barked.

   `Yes Commander', she replied instantly.

   `The Captain would like you to show the new Cabin Boy around the ship
and show him where everything is.  Afterwards, bring him to my room.'.  The
girl wasn't as tall at me; no taller than 5ft10 but like everyone I had
seen was well toned and well endowed.

   `Certainly Commander', she said and I began my tour of the galleon with
one of the sexiest woman I had ever met.

   `What are you?', I asked her after we had got out of earshot from
Commander Helen.

   She looked at me strangely and then replied.  `We're pirates'

   `What?', I exclaimed in surprise.

   `Pirates.  You know........sea bandits'

   `I know what pirates are, but I just don't understand'

   Tabatha led me out on the main deck and I breathed fresh air.  The sails
billowed out in the wind in front of us and she stood and faced me, her
arms waving as she spoke.  `Caledonia.  125 miles to the East is the
Caledonian Reef.  220 or so miles to the West is the Great Reef.  All the
trading ships from Mercia, Brittania and so on need to go past Caledonia to
reach the great kingdom of Northumbria or else they will sink on the reefs.
Agreed?'

   `Well yes'

   `So thats thousands of cargo ships a year sailing in just 350 miles of
water.  Agreed?'

   `Yes, but that's quite a lot surely.  Isn't that like trying to find a
needle in a haystack?', I asked.

   `The Crows Nest is almost a hundred foot high......we can see for twelve
miles.  In each direction'.  Tabatha pointed to a basket on top of the mast
behind me.

   `Wowww-------'

   `So we take their cargo.  Only a handful a year.  As I said there are
thousands of ships that sail past, and we get the odd few.  Loot their
cargo and return to port'

   `But why doesn't the Caledonian Navy do something?  It can't be good for
International relations?' I asked, still not totally believing what I was
hearing.

   `The Queen or the country can't have direct involvement in it as
Caledonia officially does not condone piracy.  But as you have probably
worked out by now, it pulls all the strings', Tabatha told me.  `Caledonia
gets the luxuries it needs from our piracy.  But that's why it's secret. 
Caledonia might be isolated but it still needs to do some trade with our
neighbours so it sends out anti-piracy ships but we never seem to meet
them!'

   `Hmmmm'.

   `Before we continue, I couldn't use the toilet.  I'm busting', I asked.

   `Certainly', Tabatha said and pointed towards the side of the galleon.
After relieving myself, she insisted that I tell her my story and the
subsequent Captain's warning.

   It turned out that Tabatha was quite the chatterbox, enjoying her role
as a tour guide.  Apart from the Captain, there were three (was four) other
commissioned officers that did shifts of eight hours each -" Commander
Angela, Commander Helen and Commander Catherine.  The navigation team of
four girls worked on the upper deck, navigation room and in the Crows Nest
while there were six girls in the galley.  Three girls worked in Domestics
who were responsible for medicine, sanitation and cleaning and then there
were three teams of seven girls (two officers and five seawomen) who did
seafaring.  These teams were named Delta, Sigma and Rho, with Tabatha a
member of Delta.  Lastly there was a team who looked after the armoury, the
jail, where I was, and the security of the booty of four.

   `So that's 41 pirates', I worked out.

   `42.  Don't forget the Captain'

   `And everyone wears the uniform?'

   `Of course.  I quite like it' Tabatha told me quite proudly.

   `So do I', I answered instinctively forgetting where I was momentarily.
Tabatha was cheerful and full of enthusiasm, so I felt relaxed in her
company.

   Tabatha ignored me and continued.  `We have a ceremonial uniform but we
don't wear it that much'.

   `When was the last time you came across another ship and plundered
them?' I enquired.  Tabatha looked round and noticing that there was nobody
nearby, she answered.

   `Not last mission, the one before', she half-whispered.

   `Why the secrecy?',

   `There are two piracy ships', she told me.  `Sedna and Mazu.  Mazu got a
really good bounty last week so the officers weren't too happy'

   `Rivalry?'

   `Absolutely', Tabatha responded.

   `Isn't it boring, just waiting for days on end to find something?'

   `Not at all.  It's really fun', she told me and smiled.  `I have a fight
later with Catriona later, that I am looking forward to.  I haven't lost to
her for months'

   `A fight?' I exclaimed.

   `A catfight.  The whole ship watches.  It's awesome'

   `There are games, cards, loads of sex, obviously.  Not much alcohol at
sea but everything else.  One of the best bits about being at sea is all
the games.  I love being out on the ocean.'

   Although I had probably taken around an hour and a half of Tabatha's
time, and met around 30 of the pirates, I was disappointed when we were
back at the officers quarters again.  Apart from shinning up the mast to
the Crows Nest I had actually seen every part of the ship, but felt quite
relaxed with Tabatha, who rapped her knuckles on Commander Helen's door.

   `Nice meeting you', she told me, before almost skipping off, her jacket
riding up to show her buttocks.

   Commander Helen opened the door with a set of keys in her hand.  Her
room was around a third of the size of the Captain's quarters and there was
just a large bed and wardrobe in hers.

   `This is your quarters', she told me and unlocked a door marked
`COMMANDER INGRID', who I knew from Tabatha's guided tour wasn't on the
ship any more.  A large, but not double bed with the raised sides was
bolted to the floor and three pirates outfits were hanging up on an open
rail.  It looked almost identical to the Commanders quarters.

   `You are expected in the mess at 5.30pm sharp', Commander Helen pointed
to a clock on the wall that showed it was around 2pm.  `Be late and you go
hungry'

   `Yes Commander', I answered.

   `Be wearing your uniform and make sure you read our handbook'. 
Commander Helen pulled out a thick A5 paperback book and gave it to me. 
`Ignorance is no defence'

   `Oh and John, don't go wandering around the ship.' Commander Helen said
as she left the room.  `The captain may well believe your story, but I
certainly don't'

   `But....', I started, but the Commander stopped me.`And I'll be keeping
a very close eye on you'



   Chapter III: Tabatha's fight Putting Commander Helen's hostility from
the back of my mind, I tried on the uniform.  It was, surprisingly a good
fit.  I had a skimpy white T-Shirt, a pair of very short black shorts, a
jacket like Tabatha and the girls had, short socks and calf-high boots,
that were probably a size too big but fit well enough.  There was a small
mirror on the wooden wall and I admired myself.  I have never looked so
smart in all my life.  I noticed the jacket was a little dusty and brushed
it off before sitting down on my bed to read the book I had been given.

   At just gone a quarter-past five, I put the book down.  After wearing
jeans for so long, it felt weird wearing shorts and going commando but the
girls had skimpier bottoms and I had little choice if I wanted to live. 
Any erections would be clearly visible and I knew I had to be careful
looking at the girls in their very racy outfits or else my body might well
do something I would very much regret.  The officers quarters were located
on the main deck and if I went left out of my room I would go past the
Captains and the Commanders quarters and onto the main deck or go right, I
would go past the officers showers and descend the steps into the bowels of
the ship where the mess was.

   Fortunately, I found Tabatha cleaning her cutlass as I went down the
first set of steps and she offered to remind me where the mess was.  We
descended another flight of steps, turned left and found it.

   I tentatively entered the crowded room to wolf-whistles and jeers
guessing that news of my arrival and intended purpose for staying had
spread quickly.  The meal, meat pie served with some mash potatoes, a piece
of honeycake and some Ginger Rum was given to me on a tray by one of the
girls and I went to sit down at the nearest table.

   `Delta only', the officer at the head of the table said and I looked up
to the other tables.  I was the focus of attention as a number of the
pirates watched what I was going to do

   `Cabin Boy', bellowed out a loud voice from my right.  I looked up and
saw a Commander who I did not recognise calling me.

   I walked over to her, and she pointed to the seat opposite her.  `You
sit on the Captain's table unless you are told otherwise'.

   `Thank you, Commander' I told her and she nodded her head and returned
to reading a magazine that she had.

   It didn't take long to eat my food but the Ginger Rum was strong and
overpowering and burnt my throat.

   `Too strong for you?', one of the pirates taunted from behind me as I
sipped my drink.  The Commander looked up from her document and the first
girl was joined by a couple more.`He's sipping it!', she announced to the
entire room.

   I was half-terrified at what was happening, well away from the safety of
the captain.  `I'm enjoying it', I lied and she laughed.

   `Down it!', she cried and as I put the tankard to my mouth she tipped it
up so it flooded into my mouth.  As I swallowed as quickly as I could, my
mouth, tongue and throat, all started burning, but there was no end to what
was pouring in.

   Panting for breath, I could hear my tormentors behind me laughing when
the Commander spoke to them.

   `Catriona, Clara.  That's enough.  You can play with the Cabin Boy when
the Captain says you can.'

   I cleared my tray and made my way to main deck.

   It was a refreshing evening and I enjoyed the fresh air that sobered me
up very quickly.  I took advantage of the peace and quiet to relieve myself
again and then sat down looking out at the sea.  We were many many miles
from land obviously, but it was strangely relaxing watching the world go
by. I saw a strange seat to my left at the end of the deck and it took me
awhile to work out that it was the actual toilet.  The seat hung over the
edge of the boat with a roof over it.  I looked round and saw another two
down the other end, and watched one of the pirates leave it.

   My tranquillity was interrupted by Tabatha who sneaked up behind me and
pulled me backwards, pinning me against the wooden deck.

   `AAAHHHHHHH', I cried as she pinned my head between her thighs.  Her
musky scent filled my nostrils and she gripped my head tightly.

   `You'd be an easy conquest', she cried and then called out to her
co-conspirators.  `Get 'em down', she called out and my shorts were slid
down by another pirate to reveal my inflating cock.

   `I've seen bigger', she responded and then leaned forward to rub her
crotch along my face.  My cock was getting ever more erect until she let go
and I hurriedly pulled up my shorts.

   `Getting excited were we?', she taunted leaning over me.  Still on my
back I counted half a dozen pirates smirking and laughing before sitting
up. She held out her hand and pulled me up.

   `You sit there daydreaming, you'll miss the games', she told me.

   `Thank you', I muttered.

   The main deck was crowded with girls who had formed a circle around
something.  Tabatha strode confidently towards the group, that parted as
she approached.  A red circular mat of around twelve foot diameter was on
the deck and Tabatha took off her boots, socks and jacket before passing
them to the only black girl I had seen on the ship.

   I stood, and watched, waiting as the girl that forced me to drink did
the same as Tabatha before they squared up at opposite ends of the mat.  A
ringmaster, dressed in a dark blue jacket, blew a whistle, and the two
girls pounced on each other.

   Catriona was a couple of inches shorter than Tabatha, and a couple of
inches wider (but was still fairly slim) with short blonde hair and a
vicious look on her face.  Tabatha kept trying to get on top of her, but
Catriona was resisting well at the moment.  On land, wrestling was often
since as a vicious sport, that is still popular, but on the ship the crowd
of 25 or so pirates were enjoying the spectacle, jeering and catcalling the
two combatants.  It was clear there was no punching allowed on this fight
as the moment Catriona threw a punch, the ringmaster blew her whistle and
-śfined -ť Catriona her top.  She released an ample bosom, smaller than
Tabatha's and I tried hard to suppress a smile.

   Catriona did not seem disheartened by her loss of clothing and was still
putting up a decent fight but after ten minutes or so began to tire and
Tabatha took control and pinned her to the ground before swiping her thong
down to her knees.

   `I want the monster', she called out to the ringmaster and released her
grip on the defeated seawoman.  `She punched me, I want the monster'.

   `Please not the monster', Catriona begged.  `It's huge'

   `Give me the fucking monster', Tabatha told her and the ringmaster
opened her box and pulled out a huge dildo attached to some leather straps.
Tabatha knew immediately what to do and pulled the straps over her black
thong with the huge dildo protruding outwards.  The ringmaster smeared a
little gel over the dildo and Catriona looked up worried.

   `Cabin Boy.  I bet you wish you had one this big, eh?', she called out
looking straight at me.  `You might actually be worth fucking if you did!'

   I shifted uncomfortably as the crowd howled in appreciative laughter.

   `Tabatha, you know he is off-limits at the moment.  For the captain
only', the ringmaster told her and Tabatha laughed.

   Enjoying being the centre of attention she continued.  `He is only this
big', she called pulling her hands a few inches apart.  `Does the captain
know how much of a disappointment he will be?'

   The ringmaster looked serious for a moment, and told Tabatha to get
started on Catriona and not me.

   `This'll teach you, you vicious bitch', Tabatha called and pulled
Catriona onto her back, hoisting her thighs into the air.  The top of her
sex, brushed the top of the dildo before Tabatha plunged the rubber phallus
deep into her.

   Catriona cried out, but Tabatha didn't wince as she ploughed her
comrade's pussy with vicious thrusts.

   I was transfixed but Tabatha was enjoying her lesbian fuck too much to
notice.

   Catriona moaned, and mewed as the artificial cock pounded her cervix.

   `You're loving it, aren't you', Tabatha shouted at her.  `Go on, come
like the dirty slut you are.'

   Catriona's breathing was heavier and she began to rock back and forth
gently on the Tabatha's thrusting.

   `Fucking come you weak vicious cunt', Tabatha screamed at her.  A few of
the other pirates also offered insults but Catriona was too out of it to
notice.  Her moaning increased and she bit her lips.  Tabatha increased the
rate at which she was thrusting and I could see her buttocks beginning to
clench.  She had a satisfied look on her face as the end of the dildo
rubbed nicely against her clitoris.

   `Oh yeah....Oh yeah......UUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH---------------', Catriona
cried out as Tabatha's fake penis drove her to her first orgasm.  The act
of Catriona going into orgasm, tipped Tabatha over the edge and she cried
out, somewhat muted, in her own pleasure.

   Tabatha withdrew and unhooked the strap-on harness from her waist.

   `Clean it, you dirty bitch', she told her and inserted into her open
mouth.  Catriona scrambled off the mat as Tabatha milked the adoration from
the group.

   `I want to wrestle him next', she said and pointed to me.

   `I've told you the cabin boy is off limits', said the ringmaster.  `For
the captain only'

   `I don't want to fuck him when he loses, I just want to wrestle him.'

   `I'll wrestle you', I found myself saying and the ringmaster looked at
me as I removed my boots and socks

   `No forfeits, otherwise the Captain while discipline us all' she told
Tabatha who was rubbing her hands expectantly.

   `Of course', Tabatha replied and sauntered over to me.

   `So.  I've spent the last fifteen minutes wrestling, and twenty minutes
pounding her cunt, and come to orgasm.  And I'll still beat you if you
really want to accept the challenge'

   Tabatha poked me in the chest and I could hear the jeers starting again.


   `I've never been beaten', she proudly told me.  `So you're going down',

   As we took our position, the jeers started, but I blocked it out,
concentrating on the nearly naked girl in front of me.  Facing each other,
the ringmaster blew her whistle and we locked arms before falling to the
mat.  Instinctively, I held onto her to stop her from getting on top but
she was too strong and pounced on top of me.  It felt so natural to have
her there, but she pinned my arms to the mat.  I could hear cheering behind
me, but I simply used my strength to roll over so that I was now on top of
her and pinning her arms to the ground.

   We struggled like this for a couple of minutes, but she could not shake
me off her.

   From watching the previous match, I guessed I had to slide her thong
down somehow and the moment I loosened my grip, her arm was around my neck
and pulling me off her, but I swung my legs around her head and sat down on
her face, in the same hold she had had me in, just half an hour previous.

   With as much calm as I could muster, I leant over and slid her thong
down to hear the whistle go.  Almost oblivious to the noise around us, I
stepped off of her, held out my hand and pulled her up.

   `You bastard', she cried in between pants at me.

   `I'm exhausted', I whined but she continued.

   `You.....fucking.......bastard.......  I've not been beaten........all
fucking Summer', Tabatha screeched in between pants.  `I want a rematch. 
When I've not been cumming.  I want a rematch'

   `Sure', I panted out and walked back to my boots and jacket.

   `Who's next?', the ringmaster asked and a couple of new pirates came
forward.

   `You were so lucky', Tabatha told me again as I was putting my boots
on..

   `I know.  Totally and utterly.  But you were right.  It is fun', I
responded smiling at the infuriated girl.  Tabatha's demeanour changed
noticeably as I said that and held out her hand.

   `Come on.  Go get some Ginger Rum'

   `More Ginger Rum?' I exclaimed, slightly horrified.

   `Victors get an extra tankard after every match'

   `Right', I answered.

   `Catriona was right.  You are a wuss', she teased

   `What?'

   `Too strong for you?'

   `If only I could have screwed you like you screwed Catriona.  You
wouldn't be saying that!'

   `Pffffttt', came the response.  `I'm not sure I would feel you' Chapter
IV: The Rules
A rap of knuckles on my door signified dawn and sleepily I got up.  The
Commander promised that she would have one of the night crew knock on my
door and if I didn't get up she would ensure that I was `thrown into the
sea'.  Having not been provided with any nightwear and knowing that
sleeping in the uniform is forbidden (Page 16 of the rulebook), I slept
naked.  In the room there were some towels and a razor and so I grabbed
one, wrapped it around me, and headed for the showers for the mandatory
daily shower (Page 22) and all over body shave (Page 23).  The showers were
two decks below and the water icy cold but it soon woke me up and I was

scampering back to my quarters to get changed into my uniform.

   After using the deck toilet, I knocked on the Captain's door and she
called me in.  I expected her to be up and about, but she was still in bed,
half-asleep.

   `Almost spot on', she called out glancing at the clock and sat up in
bed, her 36C breasts poking over the top of her duvet.  She rubbed her eyes
and pushed her jet black hair out of her face.

   `Your duties.  Each morning, you will have a shower and get dressed. 
You will then go down to the galley and collect two plates of food, and
bring me mine.  We will eat together in my office, before helping me shower
and get dressed if we don't have time for a little fun.  Then I will
conduct my morning inspection and then I may or may not assign you jobs to
do.  I expect you to bring me my lunch and we will both eat in here, and
then in the afternoon, I may or may not assign you tasks.  In the evening,
you will eat at the foot of the Captain's table before the evenings
entertainment.  Clear?'

   `Yes Captain'

   `Rules.  You do not screw or touch any girl between her belly button and
her knees without my express permission.  You do not let any girl touch
your cock, balls or arse without my express permission.  You can kiss.  You
may fondle her breasts, but no further.  I, on the other hand, will use you
as often as I need to to satisfy my urges and if you are any good then I
might consider letting you play with the girls.  Understand?'

   `Yes Captain'

   `You report to me, you take orders from me, but don't forget you are the
lowest rank person on this ship and if I get any reports of disobedience
from you, I will punish you.  Be warned I have a shocking array of
punishment devices', she warned and pointed to the back of her door, where
eight whips and paddles were hanging.

   `Yes Captain'

   `Now go and get me some breakfast'

   `Yes Captain', I nodded and left the room for the empty mess, returning
with two trays of toast and tea.  By the time I had returned, the Captain
had put on her jacket but was naked underneath and sitting at her desk
looking over a chart.

   `On here', she barked at me, and I set down the first of the two trays
on her desk.  `You will sit on the floor.  I don't want crumbs in my bed'

   `Yes Captain'.  The wooden floor was not cold or uncomfortable and I had
finished the meagre breakfast in no time while the Captain was still
pondering over the charts as she ate her toast and tea, occasionally
sweeping the paper of crumbs.

   Eventually she got up and told me to get her a towel and spare uniform,
which I picked up from the small wardrobe next to her bed.  A couple of
seawomen were treated to the sight of the Captain walking naked, apart from
her jacket, in the corridor but did not seem to care.  The Officers showers
were located opposite my quarters and and unlike the main showers I had
used provided lukewarm water.  The small room only consisted of two shower
cubicles and a changing bench, but the captain threw her jacket at me and
stepped inside the shower.

   Apart from washing the backs of her body and helping her shave, there
was little for me to do but to admire her showering, and when she turned
the tap to stop the water from cascading onto her, I held out the big bath
sheet and she wrapped herself in it.

   The Captain wanted little help getting dressed and after returning to
our trays to the mess and our dirty laundry from yesterday to the laundry
room, I returned to the Captain's office.

   `Daily inspection', she told me and gave me a nearly-new notebook and
pen.  `You are to write what I tell you to write in there under today's
date'

   The Captain rang a deafening bell for 20 seconds outside her office,
that I had not noticed before and within ninety seconds, the main deck
started filling up with all the pirates, who were standing in seven lines
of varying length in a vague circle shape.

   Taking the seven junior officers of each team and the duty Commander,
the Captain was thorough as we walked around the ship.  She talked very
little to me, but peered into every nook and cranny of the ship passing
comments as she went.  The Delta team's sleeping quarters had thick layers
of dust in the corner, which got noted in the book, as did two empty
tankards in Rho's.  Rho's Lieutenant Laura fingered Bridget and Moira as
the guilty culprits and their names were duly taken.  I was passed the
tankards to carry.

   In total, the Captain found 14 faults on her ship before marching back
to the main deck with her entourage to the waiting crew.  She ordered me to
fetch a whip of my choice from her office and I returned with a small whip
with a thin leather strap and an exquisite burgundy ivory handle that
matched my jacket.

   When I returned to the main deck, two girls were being shouted at by the
Captain in the centre of the crew with everyone watching and listening
intently.  She walked over to me and snatched the tankards from my right
hand, launching them at the cowering girls a few metres away but they
managed to duck the incoming metal pots.

   `Get your jackets and bottoms off', she shouted at them and they
hurriedly complied with the order.

   `John, 10 whips on the ass, each.  Fuck it up and you'll get twenty',
she shouted at me.

   `Yes Captain', I uttered confidently but my heart was pounding away in
my chest.

   `Against the rigging', the Captain cried and the smallest of the two
girls, who I later found out was Moira, grabbed hold of the rigging about
four foot from the ground and presented her pert ass for me to discipline.
She was mixed race and her toned ass looked particularly appealing.  I took
my jacket off and gave it to Tabatha who was the nearest pirate and rolled
the whip in my hands before straightening the strap.  I had never whipped
anyone before seriously, and was certainly nervous, but my mind raced back
to the classrooms all those years ago and remembered the techniques Dr
Taylor and my other teachers used.

   Positioning myself directly behind the wincing girl, I held the whip in
my right hand and brought it up to my left shoulder before striking it
across my body and onto her rear.  There was a deafening crack as the
leather strap hit contact with the skin and left a red mark across the top
of her behind.  Moira screamed in agony and bit onto the rope in front of
her.

   Bringing the whip across my body again, I caught her, just below where
it struck before and Moira screamed again, despite the rope in her clenched
teeth.  I altered my position for the next two strikes and stepped into the
stroke so that she was struck from the opposite side leaving a tic-tac-toe
board on her rump.  By the time, I had finished the ten strikes, Moira was
sobbing uncontrollably and I had never seen any of the recipients of school
thrashings ever react like that.

   Bridget was everything that Moira wasn't.  Whereas Moira was petite,
Bridget was robust.  Moira was 5ft6in and Bridget nearly 6ft.  Moira had
small breasts and long black hair, Bridget had short brown hair and 36E
knockers.  Bridget, in her pirates outfit looked strong and powerful, but
at the moment she was looking anxious.

   I looked over at the Captain as Bridget got into the same position Moira
was in, in the hope of seeing some approval, but all I got was a brief nod.

   Bridget's screams were even louder than Moira's as the whip struck her
exposed rear for the first time.

   `FUCKING HELL', she cried out in agony.  By the time I was on the fifth
stroke she was screaming abuse at me.  This spurred me onto hitting her
even harder, the penultimate one blistered her skin and started to bleed.
Bridget could feel the blood running down her buttocks and cursed me for
cutting her.

   The last strike on her raw ass saw her burst into cries, just as Moira
had done ten minutes earlier.  I stood there, not knowing what to do when
Tabatha passed me my jacket.  Thanking her, everyone looked at the Captain
who nodded in approval, told the two girls that this should be a lesson to
them and strode back to her office with me some way behind her.

   When we returned to her office, the Captain passed a small notebook to
me entitled `Punishment Log' and told me to write up the punishments that I
had given and then sign it.

   `Nice technique you have there by the way', she said as she went to
leave the room.  `Never seen anyone cry after ten lashes.  Looks like you
will be useful after all'

   `Thank you, Captain'.

   `I will be on the Upper Deck.  Join me when you have written those
punishments up and tidied my quarters' she ordered and then left the room.
I spent a good ten minutes tidying the room once she had left.  It was not
particularly dirty, but I wanted to give her no reason to complain or
punish me and I certainly did not want to be punished.  The whip joined the
seven other punishment instruments on the wall, but none as ornate as the
one that I had chosen.

   The Upper Deck, which was essentially just above the Captain's office
was breezy and my jacket was billowing out behind me.  A couple of the
girls were having similar problems and I very much enjoyed the views that
it gave me.  The Captain was busy talking to Commander Helen when I reached
them and so I stayed just out of earshot, but close enough to be called if
required.

   After about ten minutes, the Captain looked round, saw me and then
beckoned me over.

   `I will be having a meeting in the navigation room at 11:30.  Make sure
Lieutenant Anne from Navigation, and yourself are there.  Oh and lunch for
four'

   `Yes Captain'

   `Right...when you've done that, make yourself scarce for a few hours',

   `Yes Captain' I dutifully replied as she went down the steps to the main
deck and then doubled back on herself to go into the corridor that
contained the Captain's quarters.

   The Navigation Room was on top of the Captains quarters, in the middle
of the Upper Deck but it did take me ten minutes to find as I went round in
circles.  My memory of Tabatha's guided tour, although less than 24 hours
ago was fading fast.  Luckily, Anne was inside, pouring over charts, and
eyed me as I shut the door.  The wind from outside had ruffled a few charts
and her assistant hurriedly straightened them out.

   The Lieutenant seemed unsurprised by the meeting request and sent me on
my way to galley to arrange the food being brought up to the room.  It
wasn't even 9am when I had finished and went in search of something to do.

   Although there was much activity, I was only really useful carrying some
food into the galley from the larder for a particularly sexy Seawoman
Hannah before I returned to the main deck for some fresh air.  Tabatha, and
a black girl, had bundles of rope in front of them that they were busy
unknotting.

   `You want any help?', I asked and they both looked at me.

   `This is punishment duty', Tabatha replied mournfully.  I heard a voice
from behind me and I could barely turn around when the duty Lieutenant
barked at me to leave them alone as they were being punished, so I skulked
off to my room with absolutely nothing to do for some rest.

   The wind was much stronger than earlier, and remembering what happened
with the light breeze ruffling charts around the room when I first opened
the door to the Navigation Room, I knocked loudly and waited for a few
moments before opening the door slightly ajar and slipping in.  Lieutenant
Anne wasn't in the room, but her assistant was and she smiled as I came
into the room.  She can't have been much more than 21 and her impressively
slim body, well proportioned bosom and cute face had my cock twitching.

   `Cheers', she said and released her grip on the biggest chart.  I peered
over it, and then asked where we were.

   `You shouldn't be seeing these', the girl told me, but after looking
around to see if anyone was listening, continued.  `This little red dot
here'.  She pointed to a magnetic pin in the middle of the ocean.  `We've
made really good time last night'

   `Right.  I'm John by the way', I told her, walking away from the charts
to the long table.

   `I know.  We all know about you', she uttered.  `I want to know why you
came on board the ship in the first place?'

   `Its a long story', I told her and then recalled the events of the last
48 hours.

   I had barely finished when the door was flung open by a member of the
galley with trays of food.  I instinctively ran forward and held down the
large chart, but the wind caused a few more to fly onto the floor before
the door was closed again.

   `Sorry!', the galley pirate said cheerfully and put the food down on a
table that ran the length of the room.

   The Captain, Commander Helen and Lieutenant Anne came into the room
together just as the galley girl was leaving and Anne sent her assistant,
Tara, out of the room.

   The Captain beckoned for me to sit opposite her on the table and slid me
a pen and pad.  `Take minutes', she said and I opened the pad on the first
page and wrote the date.

   The meeting lasted for around an hour and involved them getting up
repeatedly to check the maps before returning to the table.  In a nutshell,
they were entering the shipping lanes, and wanted to make sure that they
didn't go too far near the reef, or get spotted.  They decided, if they
make similar progress to put the anchor down that evening and wait for a
day or two before moving.

   After the meeting, the Captain beckoned me back to her quarters.

   Chapter V: Serving the Captain The Captain leafed through my minutes and
read them for a moment before putting them down.  I was still standing by
the door so she told me to bolt the door from the inside and take my jacket
off..  I turned around to see her throwing her jacket onto the floor.

   `It's time to see if you can satisfy me in the other way I need you to.
Time to earn your reprieve', she told me seductively.

   `Certainly Captain', I told her with a smile on my face and she held her
hand out and pushed me onto the bed on my back roughly.  Stepping out of
her thong, she leveraged her sex onto my face, and I began to slide my
tongue up and down her moistening slit.  She tasted fantastic, as sweet as
sugar and addictively fragrant.

   I obviously could hear little with her thighs against my ears but I
could feel her starting to rock back and forth on my tongue as it probed
her sensitive slit.  I could feel her clitoris poking out from its hood and
I wrapped my warm lips around it and sucked gently.

   The captain shook, and my hands drifted over her exposed midriff and
past her flimsy top to touch her firm 36C breasts.  As my tongue started
flicking her clitoris, and my fingers circling her nipples, she started to
buck.  She leant forward and stroked my midriff and thighs, before rolling
down my tight shorts to release my fully erect 6Â˝in member.

   Her hands slid down my cock and I felt some precum ooze out onto her
hands.  What she was doing felt great, but I knew she was near her own
orgasm.  My flicking of her clitoris with my tongue and stimulation of her
nipples with my tactile fingers was driving her closer and closer.  She
squeezed my head tighter with her thighs and pushed down into my face as
she rocked back and forth.

   `AAAAaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh', she cried out in ecstasy, her
last thrust across my face more forceful than any others.  She leant up off
me leaning forward, panting heavily but I wanted to give her more and
brought my hands down onto the top of her thighs, pushing her crotch back
onto my face.

   `Oh no...no more....', she mewed, but I pretended not to hear her and
devoured her slit regardless.  `.....I've got a ship to run, I only wanted
a taste------------'.  Within moments she was fucking my face again.

   `Oh god, OH FUCK, OH....OH.....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHH', she
screamed as my tongue danced along her clitoris and her body brought her to
another orgasm.  My grip on her thighs was tight, and after her climax had
passed, gleefully pounced on her slit again.

   `Where the fuck did you learn to do THAT ----', she squealed as my
tongue buried itself into her love canal and lapped her gushing fluids up.
She bounced up and down on my tongue for a few moments before straining
forwards to allow me to feast on her clit.

   My tongue wrapped around her orgasm button, and she started screaming
again as her body shot several waves of pleasure through her.

   `UUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH....OH YEAH....OH
YEAH....AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH'

   She slumped forward on my erect cock and kissed it passionately for a
few moments.  I could not reach any part of her crotch with my tongue but
kissed her inner thigh instead.  She swung her legs round and turned to
face me.

   `You did not take no for an answer', she muttered, still panting
furiously.  She lowered herself so that the tip of my cock was against her
sex.  `You should have stopped and not hold me down.  That was naughty',
she said quietly.  `So as a punishment, there is no sex for you', she
laughed as she flicked her body over the top of my member and watched my
response as pleasure shot, for just a fleeting moment, through my loins.

   The Captain cackled before dismounting me and throwing me my jacket.

   `I have work to do, so I will send for you if I need you', she told me,
still bottomless.

   `Yes Captain.  Thank you Captain'

   I sauntered out of the Captain's quarters and then onto the main deck.
Tabatha was busy eating her lunch with her crew in the sunshine on the
deck.

   `Psssst', Tabatha called and I walked over to her.

   `So...was that the first?'

   `Was what the first?'

   `You know.  The first climax you've given the Captain'

   `How do you know?'

   `You have a boner, and she has been screaming.  Was it the first?'

   `Well why?' I enquired

   `Because Africa has this lunchtime in the sweepstake and its worth
twenty-five guineas' Tabatha replied getting annoyed.

   `Africa?'

   `Me', came a voice next to Tabatha.  I hadn't noticed the black girl
with long jet black hair sitting next to her and jumped.

   `Yes, it was the first'

   `Result!', exclaimed Tabatha.  `So was royal pussy any good?'

   `Yeah, she tasted awes...what do you mean royal pussy?', I asked her.

   She turned round to face me.  `You really are fucking thick at times,
aren't you?  You have worked out who our Captain is, haven't you?'

   I looked at her blankly, `No.  Who?'

   Tabatha sighed indignantly.  `Rachel.  Daughter of Queen Catherine. 
What better way of preparing for being a monarch than running your own
ship?'

   `So that's what you meant yesterday....', I said thinking out loud.

   `Lights are on now, are they?', Tabatha taunted.  Africa nudged Tabatha
and they looked down the end of the deck to see their Lieutenant striding
towards them, so I said my goodbyes and skipped up to the Upper deck which
was empty except Tara.

   Tara beamed at me as I walked across the small deck, into the strong
summer breeze, and with my jacket billowing out behind me.  Tara had some
sort of marine compass and was peering through it towards the Sun.

   `Do you have to make so much noise?', she asked.

   `Pardon?'

   `We are right above the Captain's quarters you know'

   `Sorry', I said looking sheepish.  `But I didn't make any noise'.  Tara
smirked at me for a moment and then went back to what she was doing.

   `What are you doing?'

   `Plotting the sun on our chart.  It will tell us exactly which direction
we are going in', Tara replied nonchalantly.

   `Do you want any help?' I offered and she shook her head, folding the
hand-held compass away.

   `Not the kind the captain will let you give', she replied smirking. 
`Anyway, I'm glad you made the captain happy.  If you didn't she wouldn't
let you stay, and I think I quite like you being around'.

   `Thank you', I told her and she left to go back to the Navigation Room.

   `Oh there is one thing you can do for us', she said as she reached the
steps.

   `Sure anything', I told her.

   `Take this up to the Crows Nest'.  Tara handed me a pair of binoculars.
`They are stronger than the ones they have and I found them in a cupboard.

   Tara watched my face fall as I peered up into the mast and the rigging.
The Crows Nest was very, very high up but I didn't want to lose face, and
took the binoculars from her.

   `Not scared are you?', she teased.

   `Me?  No.  It's not a problem', I told her, more confidently that I
felt.

   `The ladder starts from there', Tara told me and pointed towards the
mast that came down onto the Upper Deck.

   Getting to the Crows Nest was easy enough.  There were six ladders, each
going up around fifteen metres to a platform, where the next ladder would
start.  I put the binoculars around my neck and began to climb desperately
not looking down.  About half way up the wind got caught in my jacket and
nearly blew me off, but I held on and made it to the top of the mast, and
up a hatch onto the Crows Nest.  What I saw nearly made me fall off the
ladder.

   Lying on the floor of the Crows Nest, was a naked girl with closed eyes,
openly playing with her clitoris and clearly enjoying it.

   I cleared my throat, but she did not hear me because of the noise of the
wind.  I saw her shudder, and then open her eyes.

   Horror gripped her face as much as mine, and she let out a quick scream.

   `Who are you?', she cried as a scampered into the Crows Nest.

   `The captains cabin boy', I replied and passed her the binoculars. 
`Tara asked me to give you those'

   `Only Tara and Georgina are allowed up here and they aren't due'

   `Well I was asked to come up and give you those by Tara, I repeated,
slightly indignantly.

   She put her jacket round here and peered over the edge of the Crows
Nest. I don't know what she was looking for, but didn't see it and returned
her attention to me.

   `I'll be going then', I told her and went to leave.

   `You can stay if you want, and help me out with an itch I have', she
told me and pointed towards her crotch.  `And I think you want to' looking
at my erection.

   `The Captain will not allow me to', I muttered.  `I cannot touch you and
you cannot touch me'

   `It's so lonely up here', she cried.  `I won't tell her.  Surely you
want to'

   `I really better be going', I told her and started descending the
ladders.

   `FUCKING FAGGOT', she shouted at me and slammed the hatch.

   It took twice as long to go down as I couldn't always see where the
platform was with my jacket billowing out.  By the time I reached the Upper
Deck again my legs were aching.  It had been at least 30 minutes since Tara
had asked me to go up and my legs were aching in pain.

   Tara smirked as she saw me.  `So how is Jacqueline then?' she called out
not taking her eyes of the compass she was looking through.

   `Naked', I replied.  `And horny'.  Tara shook her head.

   `Not again.  She was frigging herself yesterday.  Oh, and the Captain
sent for you about twenty minutes ago.  Kathryn was told to fetch you' Tara
told me.

   `Oh fuck', I replied and shot off in the direction of the Captain's
quarters.

   Chapter VI: A minor indescretion!  `Cabin Boy.  WHERE WERE YOU?', the
Captain bellowed as I entered her quarters.

   `Sorry Captain.  Tara asked me to drop off some binoculars to the Crows
Nest', I replied honestly.

   `SHE DID WHAT?', the Captain replied and looked at me.  I shifted
nervously as her eyes bore through me.  `Is there anything else you want to
tell me, Cabin boy?'

   `Yes Captain.  Jacqueline was naked in the Crows Nest and playing with
herself', I answered.

   `And you did what?', she asked.

   `I gave her the binoculars and left'

   `Do you expect me to believe you walked out of her with a raging boner,
you saw a horny naked girl and you did nothing?'

   `Well...yes Captain.  She really wanted me to but you told me I wasn't
allowed to touch any of your crew without your permission so I did nothing'

   `She did what?', cried the Captain, her eyes widening.

   `She told me to fuck her and that you wouldn't ever find out but
honestly, Captain, I just climbed down'

   Well, we will see', the Captain said and stared at me.  `You were gone a
long time and if you've lied to me I'll slit your throat'

   `I promise Captain, I haven't', I told her desperately wishing that I
hadn't have mentioned Jacqueline and her horniness.

   The Captain pushed past me and walked round her quarters and pushed open
the Navigation Room door.

   `Georgina.  Go up to the Crows Nest and tell Jacqueline to come down
here immediately.  Any clothes she isn't wearing you are to throw
overboard.

   `Yes Captain', an older version of Tara said and left the room.

   `Captain', said Lieutenant Anne calmly.  `Is there anything wrong?'

   `Yes', answered the Captain.  `Tara, did you send my cabin boy to the
Crows Nest on an errand?'

   Tara looked anxious for a moment and then nodded her head.  `Yes
Captain'.

   The Captain shook her head, and sighed.  `Cabin boy, return to my
quarters and select the punishment instrument of your choice'

   `Yes Captain', I replied apprehensively.  I returned to see Tara
bottomless and leant over one of the tables used for charts.  I had
selected the shortest whip there was.  The whip was no more than a foot
long of knotted rope and the handle was plain wood.

   `Cabin boy, 5 lashes.  I will not have you sent on errands without my
knowledge.' the Captain decreed and I positioned myself behind Tara.

   I felt sorry for Tara but had to carry out the captain's order and
bringing the rope up to my left shoulder, I brought it squarely across
Tara's backside.  She let out a little yelp and the knots made big red
marks on her rear.

   `Harder, cabin boy', the Captain cried.

   The second hit was much harder and Tara screamed in agony.

   `Better', the Captain called out and I brought the whip down for a third
time.

   The final two times, I did not hit her as hard, but Tara still yelped in
agony and the Captain didn't say anything else.

   `Let that be a lesson to you', the Captain told her.

   `Cabin boy, take your shorts off, and your jacket and pass the whip to
Tara'

   I stared at her horrified for a moment, and then complied.  Why was she
punishing me?

   `I told you to take orders from me and me only, and so you have
disobeyed me'

   `Yes Captain.  Sorry Captain', I told her sincerely.

   `You fucking will be', she uttered as I bent over the chart table.

   `How many lashes, Captain' Tara asked

   `Five', came the response and I closed my eyes.  I heard some movement
and then....

   CRACK!

   My backside erupted into agony as the whip sliced across my rear.  I let
out a yell of pain but I had barely time to think when Tara brought the
whip down for a second time.  It didn't feel as painful as the first hit
but I still cried out in anguish.  Tara whipped my backside three more
times, and although none were as hard as the first strike, my ass was still
in excruciating pain.

   `Get dressed', the Captain told me and I happily put my skimpy shorts
and jacket back on.

   Jacqueline arrived almost immediately afterwards, completely naked.

   The Captain looked furious and Jacqueline terrified.

   `Were you playing with yourself while on duty?', the Captain asked and
Jacqueline shook her head.

   `I'll ask you again, were you playing with yourself, while on duty?',
the Captain repeated.

   `No Captain.  I was naked but I was not touching myself' Jacqueline
lied.

   `Captain?', Tara ventured gingerly.

   `What?', snapped the Captain.

   `When I went up to give Jacqueline her breakfast this morning, she was
playing with herself'

   `Is this true?', the Captain asked Jacqueline who burst into tears.

   `Yes, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry', she sobbed.

   `Were you playing with yourself today?'

   `Yes', she said through the tears.

   `And did you try to seduce my cabin boy into fucking you?'

   Jacqueline nodded and Lieutenant Anne looked angrily at her.

   `Cabin boy, go to my quarters with Tara', the captain ordered and we
left the room quite relieved.

   `Thank you for not hitting me too hard', I muttered as we left the
Navigation Room.

   `Ditto', Tara replied.

   `And thank you for sticking up for me in there.  I thought the captain
would believe Jacqueline and not me', I told her honestly.

   `She came on to me this morning as well.' Tara admitted.  `I don't like
her much.  Anyway, as I said I like having you around'

   `Why?'

   `For one reason, there are now 42 people, apart from me on this ship,
and only one of them is considerate enough not to scatter my charts around
the room when they come in.', Tara replied casually.

   We waited in silence for The Captain, who took a few minutes to arrive,
but flung open the door and sat down.

   `I should put your punishments into my Punishment Log, but I won't.',
she said quietly.  `If you hadn't have spoken up Tara, then John would have
been severely punished for lying to me when in fact he did no such thing.
And John, I sent you out of my quarters horny and expectant but when
presented with what you desired you turned it down, even though I would not
have found out.  I know you are both fairly new to this ship, but that is
the sort of loyalty and expect and demand from my crew.  Tara --.you may
go'

   `Thank you Captain', Tara replied and left.

   `Cabin Boy, do you know why I punished you?'

   `Yes, Captain.  It was because I made myself unavailable to you'

   `Correct', she replied.  `You are my Cabin Boy.  DON'T forget that!'

   `Captain, what is happening to Jacqueline?'

   `Jacqueline, is currently in the cells, until I decide what to do with
her but as Navigation is one person down you will be spending some time
running errands for them.  Now I have a job for you'

   In all I ran a number of errands for the captain all afternoon, from
helping to clear out the hold to delivering messages and by 6pm it was time
for dinner.  I escorted the captain down to the mess and brought her food
over to her.  There was a good atmosphere in the mess with almost every
seat filled and laughter filling the air.

   The captain sent a couple of girls to fetch the small mat from the main
deck as she was finishing her dessert and a few minutes later, they
struggled in with a smaller version of the red mat I had wrestled on the
day previous.  It can't have been more than eight foot by twelve foot and
as they entered the mess a small cheer went up in the hall.

   `Move those tables together', the captain bellowed and the mess was
filled with the sound of tables being dragged along the floor.  I hadnt
realised it before, but the tables were heavily weighted and I could
understand why it took several girls to move the tables by just a few feet.


   `In the middle', she barked, rising from her seat and perching the
nearest table to the mat.

   `Cabin Boy', she called her eyes glistening with expectation.  `Come
here'.  I got up from my chair, and the pirates parted to let me through to
the middle of the room.  Throwing a small piece of fabric to the nearest
girl to me as I made my way through them, she called out.  `Put this on
him'.

   Tara opened out the black fabric into a blindfold, and slipped it over
my head, blocking out all light.  I could hear whistles and catcalling from
pirates all around me as I slipped into darkness.  Poked towards the mat, I
was ordered to lie completely down on it when I stumbled over the edge.

   `Now cabin boy.....', the Captain cried out.  `.....you want to join my
ship.  You've been here for one night, but let's see if you really know the
crew!'

   I felt uneasy as I could hear the laughter surrounding me. 
Disorientated, I had no idea of what would happen but had a vague idea that
was confirmed as I heard some girl moving.

   A few wolf whistles rang out, followed by a raucous thunder of
over-excited voices.

   I felt two feet positioned either side of my head and then warm thighs
touch my ears.  There was no mistaking the musky flesh being thrusted onto
my face, and I instinctively used my tongue to find her slit.

   I was hard instantly, but the firm thighs of the pirate girl covered my
ears to block out any excited cheering or laughter that this might have
caused.  Instead I slid my tongue up and down her damp gash.  She was
totally smooth, as expected, and offered no resistance as my lips glided
effortlessly along her dripping labia.

   She started bobbing up and down on my face as my tongue began poking her
opening, before I sucked gently on her engorged clit.  My hands moved up to
cup her largish breasts, but found she was still wearing her white top that
were holding her breasts in.  The girl firmly moved my hands to her thighs
and she began bucking my face so my tongue was sliding up and down her
slit.

   In doing so, her legs moved and I became aware of the crowd again.  I
could hear my partner panting furiously, as I flicked her clit with my
mouth organ.

   `Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh', she cried out, slouching forward on her
hands. I felt hair touch my thighs briefly and I started flicking her clit
again.

   `MMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNN', her screams muffled.  Her rocking on my face
became quicker and quicker as I poked her clit forcefully. 
`HHHHNNNN'.....'HHHHHNNNNNN'......'HHHHHNNNNNNNNNN------'

   Her groans quickened with every thrust across my tongue before she
squealed in orgasmic delight and slouched her head forward against my
thighs.

   I became very aware of the background noise again as two or three dozen
rowdy pirate girls were cheering and shouting at me.  A hushed silence
descended as the girl got off me and I heard the Captain speak.

   `Boy, who was that?'

   I thought for a moment.  I knew she was slim with muscular thighs from
when my hands went wandering.  She certainly had long hair as I felt it
swoosh against my thighs when she lent forward a few times and she was
certainly not short.

   `Hmmmmm....Tabatha?', I guessed thinking back to our wrestling match. 
An instant cheer arose from all four corners of the room before dying down
very quickly.

   `Spot on, Cabin Boy.....do you have a confession to make?  Have you been
disloyal to me', the Captain replied.

   `No, its was just......', I retorted but was drowned out by the pirates
laughter.  Without being able to see the Captain, I was not sure on how to
interpret anything she said!

   The next pirate girl climbed on top and began to slowly slide up and
down her moist slit.  She was already horny and quickly began devouring her
clit that was poking out.  She rocked against my face and came too quickly
but discovered my guess of Catriona was wrong.  It was Commander Helen.

   My third girl was average.  In height, breast size and build.  She was
very well lubricated and enjoyed my tongue gliding up and down her slit so
much, she was highly vocal.  Squeals and screams are very hard to place,
but by the time she had come for the second time and had to be almost
dragged off, I was sure it was Tara from Navigation.  To much cheering I
was right.

   I was right too with Hannah, the cook from the Galley who enticed me
into carrying food for her.  She was the biggest girl on the ship and had
the biggest knockers out of anyone I had seen.  Keen for me to play with
her nipples as my tongue poked her hole and flicked her clit, it became
clear that her tits were an F cup at least.  Her stroking of my cock
through my shorts earned her a rebuke from the Captain, but when she came
and slumped forward into my lap, couldn't resist giving it a teasing kiss
through the thin, tight fabric that was holding it in.

   By the time the fifth girl got on, my tongue was beginning to tire.  She
also came very quickly but unfortunately was not very vocal.  Anxious not
to let my hands touch her breasts to feel how big they were, she kept my
hands pinned to my sides as she rode my tongue to climax.  It was the
holding of my ankles and the firm thighs that made me think she was a
wrestler, and guess Catriona.

   `Four out of five, Cabin Boy', boomed the Captain.  Firm hands removed
my blindfold and my eyes squinted to adjust to the harsh light that was
flooding in.  Catriona stood half-naked at my feet smirking at me.

   `Still got one wrong', Catriona muttered.  `Don't know us that well'

   `Think you would do any better?', I asked her and all eyes turned to
Catriona.

   `Of course.  When I joined I got five right'

   `Enough', shouted the Captain.  `Cabin Boy.....I have a new
responsibility for you'

   `Yes Captain', I replied and waited for her to respond.

   `As part of my duties as Captain, I have to ensure all of my crew are
abiding by the rules of the ship and conduct regular inspections.  One of
the things I need to arrange is to ensure that all women under my command
are suitable shaved, and therefore, every afternoon, I will expect you to
spot-check a number of my crew to ensure they are shaved.  Anyone who isn't
properly shaved you may discipline the following morning.  I, however, will
do inspections from time to time, and for every pubic hair that I find on
my girls, you will get punished'

   `Yes Captain.  Does that mean that I am able to touch your crew?'
Mutterings broke out from the crew again but the Captain ignored them and
continued.

   `Of course.  Only during the inspections, your fingers, AND ONLY YOUR
FINGERS...', she said sternly, `may touch my crew for as long as you think
is necessary.  Any teasing of my girls, and I will flog you until you
bleed'.

   `Yes Captain'

   Awesome.  Absolutely fucking awesome.

   Chapter VII: Samantha's dirty secret

   The following day started for me with a shower, getting dressed, getting
breakfast, getting the Captain fed and dressed.  She read a navigation
report before Commander Paula came into her cabin and updated her on the
work done during the night crew.  Suitably content with these two updates,
she stepped out of her office and rang the bell to signify inspections were
due to begin.  A brief moment passed and all the crew were lined up on the
deck.

   `I shall conduct the inspections with just my Cabin Boy', she told
Commander Helen, the duty Commander for the day.  `Exercise all the girls
until I return'

   `Yes Captain', the Commander replied and she started by ordering the
girls to do push-ups.

   The Captain was ruthless with her inspection, noting every little
detail. I took anything that she considered serious - a bag had been left
out containing personal affects, along with a dildo that hadn't been
returned properly to the cabinet in the quarters and three cutlasses. 
Arriving back on the main deck I was told to take the bag to the Captain's
quarters and return with a punishment implement of my choice.  I returned
with the thin leather whip with the ornate burgundy handle.

   `Favourite of yours', she muttered when she saw me bring it out.

   `Who owns this?', asked the Captain, holding the bright pink seven inch
dildo aloft.  `It was found in the Armoury'

   A meek hand rose from the left of the circle.  `It is mine, Captain'. 
The girl, who was certainly only in her early twenties stepped forward. 
She was around 5ft 9in tall, with average sized breasts and short brown
hair but with cheeky, mischievous glint in her eye.

   `Step out of your shorts, Chrissie and against the rigging', the Captain
ordered.  Chrissie happily removed her shorts and presented her white ass
to the Captain.

   `Before you give her ten lashes Boy, insert this in your choice of
hole', the Captain told me and held out the offending pink dildo.  Chrissie
looked round as I sized her up before spreading her legs.  I expected to
have to work the dildo in but she was so wet, it slid in with no resistance
at all.  I heard a slight moan as it glided past her lips.

   `If it falls out Chrissie then you will get double lashes', the Captain
told her.

   I released my grip on the dildo but it didn't move as her muscles
clenched the fake cock impressively.  Picking up the whip I took one step
back, brought it up to my shoulder and down onto her exposed rear.

   `Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhh', she cried out, slightly muffled.

   `Hhhhhuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh', she squealed in a higher pitch as the whip hit
for a second....third.....fourth time.

   `Hhhhhhhuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh', she cried out as the whip hit her
reddening skin.

   I stopped and turned to the Captain.  `Captain, I believe the Seawoman
is enjoying her punishment'

   `Why?', she replied from several feet away.

   `I think if I continue she will climax, Captain'

   `Are you a dirty slut Chrissie that will climax from the hands of my
Cabin Boy?'

   Chrissie turned to face the Captain, her face flushed and red.

   `I am Captain'

   `MY OFFICE....NOW', the Captain shouted and Chrissie waddled off
quickly, the dildo lowering itself slowly as she went.  `THIS SHIP IS A
FUCKING SHAMBLES!' she screamed.  `WHO THE FUCK DOES NOT HAVE THEIR
CUTLASSES?'

   Hands swept to the sides and two pirates gingerly stepped forward.

   `I HAVE THREE CUTLASSES.  WHO IS THE THIRD PERSON?' barked the Captain
looking round her ship

   `Captain, there is no Cutlass by Chrissie's shorts', I told her and she
peered at the discarded item of clothing on the floor.

   `I'M GOING TO KILL HER.  BRIDGET AND KATHRYN TEN LASHES EACH.' the
Captain shouted.

   Bridget had already been punished by myself previously during the last
inspection and under in the warming morning sky she was set to be lashed
again.  Tentatively, she removed her bottoms and took the same position
Chrissie had taken a few minutes earlier.  Her bottom was still red from
the strikes previously and each strike to the rear of the well-built, and
well-endowed girl was met with increasingly loud yells and screams until
she was in tears for the second time in as many days.

   Kathryn, a well-built girl with mid-length red hair had already removed
her bottoms and took Bridgets place.  She was resolute and when the whip
came down stayed silent.  After ten lashes, she turned away her eyes
streaming with tears and retrieved her bottoms, without saying a word.

   The Captain passed the two cutlasses to the whipped pirates and then
dismissed her crew after warning them that if they didn't get their act
together, she would tie them to the rape bench.

   Returning to her office, she ordered me to stay outside for five minutes
while she tore into Chrissie, before Chrissie emerged from the Captain's
office in a chastity belt.

   `Look who owns that bag?', she said as I entered the room.

   Emptying the bag, I fished out some official documentation and held it
up to my eyes

   `It's an ID card for Suzanne Easton', I told her.

   `We don't have a Suzanne Easton.  We don't even have a Suzanne'

   I passed her the ID card to the Captain and went rummaging around the
contents again.

   `That's not Suzanne, that's Samantha' , the Captain told me and showed
me the picture of a weary girl in civilian clothes.  `Anything else?', she
asked looking at the impressive haul on her floor.

   I pushed the less interesting items to one side, consisting of a small
jumper, some pornographic magazines containing both nude men and women and
a huge black dildo.  I passed the Captain some letters and she began
flicking through them.  I passed over a couple of smaller sex toys, a whip,
a deck of playing cards and a book before being left with a small bag. 
Peering inside I was met with a strong chemical smell coming from a load of
bark.

   `Captain......', I called, trying to get her attention.  She was still
deep in thought reading Suzanne's letters and oblivious to me.  After a few
seconds, she saw me staring at her in her peripheral vision and looked up.

   `.....I think you need to look at this....', I told her, handing her the
bag of strong smelling bark.

   The Captain took a deep breath and recoiled.  `That's some strong stuff.
I think we need a word with our Samantha.  Find her and bring her to me'

   Samantha returned with me a few minutes later and entered the Captain's
office tentatively.  The girl, in her mid-20s with an impressive bust and
mid-length mousy brown hair looked shocked when she saw her bag contents
strewn over the Captain's quarters and the Captain reading her letters.

   `They're private', she exclaimed, but the Captain barely looked up.

   `Why do you have official ID in the name of Suzanne Easton?' asked the
Captain bluntly.

   `Ummmmmm.....', Suzanne procrastinated.

   `And why do you have a bag of Class A drugs?'

   Suzanne looked shocked and moved her balance from one leg to the other.

   `I've asked you a direct question.....', the Captain barked but Samantha
simply shook her head and looked down at the floor.

   `The way how I see it......', the Captain considered and then continued,
`.....you were a drug dealer and the Police were onto you.  As they were
knocking at your door, you thought of the best way to get out of your
predicament was to change ID so you ran off to Hamilton with some fake ID.
But it wouldn't take long for your past to catch up, so you disappeared for
a year or two in the military for the heat to die down and then you can
start dealing again....'

   `No, it's not like that', Samantha cried and the Captain look
inquisitively at her, but got no reply.

   `Cabin Boy, please prepare the plank.  These crimes are worthy of the
death penalty'

   `No, please....', pleaded Samantha and the Captain peered at her again.

   `My real name is Suzanne Easton, but you probably guessed that.  I grew
up in Riverside but my family moved to St Ethels Island when I was six.  I
kinda got involved with the local mafia after awhile and although it
started tame at first....a few thefts to make a bit of money, followed by a
shady deal or two, it soon escalated into gun-running and drug-dealing.  We
attracted the attention of the local police, and my parents moved back to
Riverside pretty sharpish when they found out but it did no good and I
still had contacts who was shipping drugs into the town and I was the main
dealer.  I didn't do any really heavy stuff, but the Police got on my tail
and I did twelve months inside as I was still a minor at this point.  After
I got out, my family disowned me, so I disappeared to Hamilton.  Got a new
ID for Suzanne Marshalls and began working on the docks.  I got a guy and
settled down happily.  No contacts or anyone could harass me, and then out
of the blue, got offered a military scholarship from the Merchant Navy.'

   `....well go on....', the Captain told her.

   `....I wasn't expecting to be any good but I took to it really well and
I was moved onto this ship a year ago after I passed every exam with flying
colours.......I found my vocation of choice by accident and I know it was
silly to run, but I was scared of being sucked back into that life and made
a bad choice about not telling the Admiralty my past.  If I could go back,
I would...I promise'

   The Captain shook her head.  `This is a right fucking mess you're in. 
For a start, and this pisses me off as you are a cracking pirate, I can't
have you on this ship as a Seawoman.  You haven't spent your sentence for
drug dealing and can't be in the Navy.'

   `Please Captain, anything....I can't go back.  I'm a pirate now',
Suzanne uttered, her watery eyes peering up at the Captain.

   `It might be harsh, and our Navy has been full of criminals over the
years, but drug dealing is a major crime, and you are still in possession
of some serious shit......but you are a good pirate.

   `Hmmmmmmmmmmmm..............' The Captain pondered.  `John....'

   `Yes Captain?'

   `Move Suzanne's belongings to your room.  It can be a double room.  And
we will see what the Admiralty say when we get back to port'

   `Yes Captain', I told her and left the room.  Chapter VIII: Earning her
reprieve I knocked on the Captain's office and was duly summoned into the
room.

   `I have moved Suzanne's uniform into my quarters, Captain'

   `Good', replied the Captain beaming and sent both Suzanne and myself on
our ways with a list of jobs.  The first one was for Suzanne to hurl her
illicit drugs into the ocean, and then we started on cleaning the main deck
which had accumulated a surprising amount of grime and dirt from only three
days on the open sea.  Suzanne wasn't prepared to talk much and the Captain
had notified the duty Commander, so word was getting round the crew pretty
quickly.

   It was tense with other girls on the deck as they eyed us suspiciously.
I was grateful when the Lieutenant Anne asked the Captain if I could be
sent to the Crows Nest, to pass food, and a message onto Tara.

   The climb to top of the mast was difficult with the strong wind, but I
managed in less than five minutes.  Tara was busy relieving herself in a
glass jar when I arrived and averted my eyes until she had finished.

   `Well there is hardly a toilet up here', the slim 21-year-old muttered
as she hauled her shorts up.  I dragged up the basket into the floor of the
Crows Nest and shut the hatch.

   `I didn't say a word', I replied and handed her a flask of water and
some meat pie wrapped in a red gingham cloth.

   `Cheers!', she said downing half the water in one gulp.

   `Have you heard about Suzanne?', I asked her.

   `Suzanne who?', Tara answered, stuffing the meat pie in her mouth.  I
dutifully recounted the events of the last two hours and her eyes widened.

   `Fuck!  Well you never know do you?  I thought she was sound', Tara told
me and passed me back the empty flask.

   `Well she only made one mistake', I answered and Tara looked at me.

   `You need to be able to trust everyone on your crew.  Everyone needs to
be honest as when we board a vessel it's the difference between life and
death', she told me forcefully.

   `And you trust me?  Or not?  I made several mistakes before I ended up
here, which on the face of it is a big fuck up'

   Tara looked thoughtful.  `Yes, I think I do.  I don't know why but I
think if I needed you, you would be there.'

   `Really?'

   `Hmmmmmnnn.....yeah I think so' came the reply from the bronzing girl.
She was busy scanning the horizon as I was packing the remnants of her
lunch into the basket.

   `Fuck!', she cried out and reached for her binoculars.  `There is a
cargo ship, on the horizon due East'.

   `QUICK!', she shouted at me.`OUT OF THE WAY'.  Tara dived down the hatch
and was nearly at the bottom before I had even made it to the first
platform.  I reached the deck just as the Captain was running into the
Navigation Room.  I instinctively followed them in, but stayed at the back
of the room as excited voices poured over the map.

   `Tara and John -" go back up there and track the ship.  I want hourly
updates.  If we are getting too close come down immediately and tell us to
change course.  We will strike at sundown.  I want all the crew resting
except for Tara, Anne, John and myself.  No games.  No alcohol, just
rest.', the Captain ordered.  Bodies filed out of the room leaving just the
Captain and myself.

   `Captain...', I ventured, and she turned to look at me.

   `What?', she asked fiercely.  `I want you up in the Crows Nest'

   `Yes, Captain......'.  I was floundering under her gaze.  `It's
just......will you let me fight with you tonight?'

   `Cabin Boy.....you have been given an order.  If you are not in that
Crows Nest within sixty seconds I will throw you overboard before we even
reach midday.  OUT'

   I scampered up to the top of the mast so quickly I had nearly caught
Tara up.  She smirked as I clambered into the nest and peered over the top.

   `Long way down', I told her, but she was focusing on the ship.

   `It's a big one', she told me, staring at the spot in the distance
through her binoculars.

   `Can they see us?', I asked.

   `Probably not', Tara replied.  `I checked when I was on the deck.  You
can't see it.  It's only just visible up here'

   `So if they had binoculars they might see the nest and the mast?', I
asked.

   `Yeah....but they would be getting away from us if they could, and they
aren't changing direction at all'

   Tara and I had a good chat in the Crow's Nest.  It turned out that she
came from Cadder too, but moved to Hamilton when she was young.  She had a
boyfriend, Dave, but was thinking of dumping him because he didn't stay
faithful to her and wasn't exciting in the bedroom.  He is her fourth
boyfriend, who also previously dated her older sister, who in turn is a
Captain in the Regular Navy.  My life story, which Tara was interested in
was constantly interrupted by me needing to give updates as to the position
of our target and descending the ladders to reach the deck.  On a number of
occasions, Tara told me to order a change of direction as we were drifting
too far away, or getting too close.  Anne had plotted the approximate path
of the ship on the map and estimated the direction we needed to take.

   As the sun began to set, I was getting excited.  Anxious to see if the
Captain would let me be part of the raid, but worried about the risk too.
This was easily the most exciting thing I had ever done and Tara sent me
down to the see the Captain fifteen minutes before the Sun set for the last
time.  The sky was alight but it was dark climbing down the ladder and I
nearly fell.

   The ship changed course and we began to close in on the unsuspecting
cargo ship.  As quietly as possible, the three Commanders were organising
the girls while I stood next to the Captain running errands.  Music began
blaring out from the ship as we closed in.  Despite the low light, the ship
was coming clearly into focus and thirty pirates were lined up on the side
of the ship, with their cutlasses in their mouths.  Ropes were ready to be
thrown overboard to assist in landing but even though we were out of sight
on the Upper Deck, it was clear there was no-one aboard.

   `Cabin Boy', the Captain hissed at me.

   `Yes Captain?' I answered as quietly as I could.

   `Here is a cutlass for you..............Stay close to me and
Suzanne.....I'd rather not have you killed.......yet'.  The Captain passed
me a eight-inch bladed sword, with a delicate wooden handle and I took it
excitedly.  `BE CAREFUL WITH IT', she hissed and I promised her I would.

   I noticed Suzanne crouching behind the railings of the Upper Deck
further up the ship and we waited for the signal.

   There was a bump as the ship came alongside the cargo ship.  With
lightening precision, three girls took ropes and jumped down onto the cargo
deck, tying the ships together.  This was followed by everyone grabbing
ropes and leaping the four feet drop to reach the wooden floor of the cargo
ship.

   Music continued to bellow out from below and the Captain sent the Delta
team to investigate.  It made it easier if they were all in the same place.
The girls brought the sails in quickly and sliced the ropes that held them
in position.

   `No point in letting them be able to move too quickly', Suzanne
whispered in my ear.  The cargo ship was much longer than the pirate vessel
and but only had quarters at one end of the boat.  The rest of the boat was
taken with cargo, which the Captain was eager to examine.

   The music stopped abruptly, and I could hear shouting.  The Captain
ordered a few girls to find out what they were carrying and strode
purposefully towards the steps that led down into their quarters.  Suzanne
and I followed at a small distance.

   The room they were in was crowded but now much more sombre.  Empty
tankards laid strewn around the room with around 25 sailors.  Tabatha was
at the door, her cutlass in her right hand, looking worrying scary.

   `All secure?', the Captain asked, peering into a room of frightened and
drunken men.

   `Yes, Kathryn is in the Captains quarters', Tabatha replied

   `Kill any of them that causes any trouble', the Captain told her and
walked on down the narrow corridor.  The Captain's door was closed but she
could hear voices behind it.  Giving it a sturdy kick with her right boot,
the door flew open to reveal four men struggling with Kathryn.

   The Captain immediately lunged forward, but the burliest of the men -" a
6ft 2in skinhead with bulging muscles and ferocious tattoos snatched a
sword from his belt and raised it to the Captain.  `Fucking pirates', he
growled.

   The next few moments happened in a blur, but Suzanne lunged forward with
her cutlass and struck him squarely on the wrist, severing his hand from
his body and dropping his sword.

   Seeing the reaction of another member of his crew who was also reaching
for his sword, I took my weapon and drove it into his body.  My arm met a
strong resistance as the weapon sliced through his ribcage and punctured
his heart.  Withdrawing my bloodied sword, before he collapsed onto it, I
stepped back and watched his body shake slightly and then fall.  I was
oblivious to the rest of the room as I stared at the victim at my feet. 
Should I really have done that?  He was ready to attack the Captain, but
should I have killed him?  What was the Captain going to say to me?

   Suzanne was ready to assassinate her opponent when he put his arms up,
blood pouring out of his right arm where his wrist was.

   Kathryn wriggled free when the two other men who saw the bloodied mess
of their comrades, joined them in surrendering.  The Captain ordered us to
take the Ships Captain and his companion to the pirate ship, while
Suzanne's surrendered opponent joined Tabatha in the main room.

   `He can face my justice', our Captain warned the deposed Cargo ship's
Captain as Kathryn locked them into handcuffs, and we prodded them into the
corridor and into the night-time air.

   Alice and Taitleach were waiting for us as we gave them the first two
prisoners, who were thrown into the cell I was in a few days previous.  The
deposed Captain had become a bit more vocal when he realised that our
Captain was not happy just to take his cargo.

   By the time we had reached the cargo ship again, its goods were being
unloaded.  Big crates, a few feet wide, and just as deep, were being loaded
onto our ship by hand.  I helped move them but they needed two people to
carry.

   `What do you reckon?', I asked Catriona as I helped her move one.

   `Gold I hope', she said gleefully.  `It's some sort of metal definitely'

   Fortunately, a winch had been set up to help bring the cargo up the few
feet to the pirate galleon but the rest of the movement was all done by
hand.  In two hours, we had moved over one hundred boxes and these were
being stored in the hold.  In addition, two girls -" who looked like models
but were probably ladies of the night, were escorted to the cells.  They
were dressed in just skimpy gold bikinis and were quite a sight clambering
onto the deck.

   `You can have some fun with them later', the Captain promised as she saw
Tara, Tabatha, Africa and myself ogling the girls.

   Before long, the ship was empty of its load and we were full.  As
quickly as we came, we left.  Tabatha, the last pirate to board, cutting
the ties that bound the ships together.  After ten minutes, the ship was no
longer in sight.

   Chapter : Suzanne's punishment The last few boxes of the cargo was moved
down into the hold as the ship made steady progress through the waves.  The
wind and waves were much stronger, and it was harder to carry heavy boxes
down narrow stairs as the ship bounced across the sea.

   Morale amongst the crew was noticeably buoyant.  The Captain smashed
open the last box to be loaded and proudly held aloft a nine-inch long slab
of gold metal.

   `An ingot.  A gold ingot.  This is our greatest ever haul', she declared
triumphantly.  A few gold ingots wiggled their way out of the box through
the hole the Captain had created and sprawled themselves over the deck, but
the Captain did not care.

   `Rum in the Galley', she continued and a loud cheer descended upon the
ship with a mass of bodies fighting to get down the stairs.

   Two hours of celebrating with drinking games were concluded when the
Captain sent the crew to bed so that they could be up at dawn.

   Suzanne and I had barely got undressed when the Captain came in.  Both
of us naked and eager to climb into the bed she stood for a moment, swaying
slightly with the rocking of the boat.

   `John......Suzanne.....you saved my life on that boat.'

   `That's what we are here for....', replied Suzanne.

   `I know....and I....er.....', pondered the Captain, `.....will do all I
can to let the Admiralty let you both stay'

   `Thanks.  I really like it here', I found myself saying.

   `Good', smiled the Captain.  `And I would like you to earn your
reprieve. My cabin immediately.'

   I shot Suzanne a look and then passed the Captain in the doorway.  It
was weird walking down the corridor with nothing on, but there was nobody
there and was inside the Captain's office is no time.

   The Captain closed the door behind her and was shedding her clothes
expectantly.

   `It's been awhile since I've felt this good', she told me, her eyes
widening at the sight of my inflating cock.  `My life is incredible at the
moment, and I want you to give me something special to top it all off.'

   With no warning she pushed me back so I was laid out on the bed and
eagerly climbed on top of my face.

   `Suck Cabin Boy', she ordered.  `Tease my cunt like you've never tongue
fucked before'

   Her musky loins descended onto my lips in no time and were dripping wet
with sex.  The Captain was incredibly horny and sighed in pleasure as my
tongue slid down her slit.

   `Hhhhhuuuhhnnnnn', she mewed.

   `Come on boy.  I know you can have me screaming.  Make me cum', she
cried out and began thrusting along my face so my tongue was sliding over
her hole.

   Sliding down the bed slightly, I managed to position my mouth nearer to
her clit and began probing it with my tongue .  Flicking it at first as her
tasty fluids dripped down my face and into my mouth and then clamping my
lips around it and teasing it with my tongue.

   The effect was incredible as the Captain was crying and mewing louder
and louder, her orgasm approaching.

   `That's good', she squealed.  `Oh yes, oh yes, oh, oh, OH,
OHHHH----------'

   Her breathing became heavier and heavier.  Her squeals louder and her
thrusting stronger as my tongue flicked her clit more vigorously.

   `AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH', she roared as an orgasm
exploded inside her.  `AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN----------'

   I slowed my flicking down but the Captain told me to continue if I
didn't want her to bite off my cock, and I gleefully sucked in more of her
delicious juices.  My entire face was soaked, with my saliva and her juices
covering me, but the sensation of being so wet was incredibly arousing.

   My tongue began flicking and sucking the Captain's clit, her pleasure
button, once more and began grinding and pushing her loins into my face.  I
was struggling to breathe, with all my air coming from underneath the
Captain, heightening the smell of her musky scent to me and increasing my
arousal.  I began bucking my hips slightly, not because there was any
sensation on my rock-hard cock, but because it was natural to do so.

   The Captain was crying out as her second climax was building.  It was
stronger than the first, as her body writhed and bucked on top of me.  I
held onto her thighs to stop her from moving and devoured her mercilessly.
Her grunting and groaning was get louder and louder and she began to move
up off my face, but my hands stopped her from removing her pussy from my
eager lips and continued consuming her with renewed vigour.

   The Captain's pussy throbbed as her orgasm released inside her,
cascading through her body that flexed and writhed with the pleasure. 
Screaming in ecstasy, the Captain left anyone listening in no doubt what
she was upto.

   As the orgasm subsided, I pulled the Captain back on my face.

   `I've got a ship to run tomorrow', she complained as she came to rest on
my face again.

   `Oh Fuck!.....OH yeah....Oh god', she squealed in excitement as my
tongue probed her hole .  She leant forward to give me better access to her
and I slid my tongue up and down her slit.

   The Captain put her hands on the bed, and seeing my erect cock in front
of her face, began devouring it, like I was doing with her.  Her tongue ran
underneath my foreskin and along the head of my cock and I began squealing
in pleasure.  Could I really cum in the Captains mouth?

   The Captain loved my tongue circling her butthole, and with my thumb
swirling her juices on top of her clitoris, she was building up to another
orgasm.  The Captain was deep throating me with my cock impaling her mouth
with every thrust.  I could feel the fire burning in my loins.  My climax
was welling up in my balls, itching for release.

   The Captain began squealing and grunting every louder and I probed my
tongue into her butthole.

   Screeching like she had been shot, the Captain lurched into another
climax, her back arching as pleasure flooded through her.

   I still wanted to continue with her, but the Captain was adamant.  She
leant forward and positioned her hands on the edge of the bed.

   `Fuck me!', she ordered.  `Fuck me good and hard.  Give me your dirty
cum'.

   I didn't need telling twice and eagerly sat up on the bed.  Kneeling on
the soft material, I plunged my rod deep into her well-lubricated sex.  It
was heaven.  I had not had intercourse for a number of months and knew I
would not last long.  Clenching my buttocks, hoping that it would maximise
my performance I began pumping into her.

   With every animalistic thrust, she cried out, louder and louder. 
Eventually, my body could not take any more and I felt a wave of euphoria
strike my body as I unloaded several streams of juicy cum into her
lovehole.

   We stayed there for a moment, our hot sticky bodies in the warm summer
night affixed after an hours passion.  As my breathing returned to normal,
I began to withdraw, my cock still stiff and her sighing as it slipped out
of her well-loved genitals.

   She span around to sit down and faced me.  Her faced was flushed, her
hair a mess, and her pussy leaking.

   `Do you want me to clean that?', I asked her, my face ablaze with
pleasure.

   `No', she muttered her mouth smiling like I had never seen before.  `I
couldn't take any more.'

   `In my past, I've been down there all night', I said tactlessly, but she
laughed.

   `I would love you to be down there all night.  But I have a ship to
run.', she promised.  `And, that is the first time I have given a blow job
in years.  Think yourself fucking lucky'

   `I do', I replied honestly.  `I am very lucky'

   `You can sleep in the wet patch', she told me and pushed me back on the
bed.  Cuddling up with the Captain after a hot sex session on the open
ocean.  Life just doesn't get much better than that!

   The following morning started with a passionate kiss from the Captain
and then a shower for me, breakfast, a shower for her which she did alone
and then tidying her quarters.  Guiltily I awoke Suzanne from our bed and
she said nothing except that she had heard us the night before.  The
Captain did her inspection but surprisingly found nothing amiss.

   `The crew are frightened of getting disciplined by your Cabin Boy',
Commander Helen told her during her round.  Upon returning to the main
deck, the Captain called Suzanne into the centre of the circle.

   Suzanne was going to get her punishment and I hoped that I was not going
to exact it on her.

   `AS SOME OF YOU WILL ALREADY KNOW.....SAMANTHA HAS LIED TO US ALL', the
Captain bellowed as she walked around the circle.  `SHE IS REALLY SUZANNE
EASTON AND IS A CONVICTED DRUG DEALER'.

   There was a noticeable intake of breath and a few pirates muttered, but
the Captain continued and the murmur stopped immediately.  `I WILL NOT
TOLERATE SUCH BEHAVIOUR AND IT IS MY DUTY AS CAPTAIN TO ENFORCE THE LAW OF
OUR LAND AT SEA.  SUZANNE WILL THEREFORE BE THE FIGUREHEAD OF THIS VESSEL
DURING DAYLIGHT HOURS UNTIL WE RETURN TO PORT'

   Suzanne shrieked and began pleading with the Captain but she shook her
head and snapped her fingers at Kathryn and Tabatha.

   `Strip her and tie her up', the Captain told them and we watched as
Suzanne was stripped, partly against her will, and then hoisted to the
front of the ship.  Two thin planks of wood, about two inches wide and four
inches apart protruded from the front of the ship for around three foot
towards the heavens and above the open ocean.

   Thrown against them, Suzanne's feet were lifted slightly off the ground
and she was bound tightly to the wooden posts.  I could see them sagging
slightly under her weight, and from the waist up she had no support and was
clearly visible to any passing ship.

   `LET THAT BE A LESSON TO YOU', cried the Captain at the helpless Cabin
Girl.  `And if anyone so much as talks to her until I order her down then I
shall have that person whipped one hundred times'

   I spent the rest of the morning helping to count the haul we had
recovered from the cargo ship a few hours earlier.  Each box held 25 ingots
of precious metal, and with over 100 boxes (around two-thirds were gold and
the rest silver), the Captain was sure it was the best package any
Caledonian pirate ship had ever recovered.

   By lunchtime, I was starving and eagerly demolished my meat pie for
lunch.  The Captain ordered me to the Navigation Room after lunch to minute
a meeting she was having with Lieutenant Anne.

   Our vessel was making such progress speeding back towards Caledonia, the
Lieutenant was sure the high winds would cause us to hit port the following
evening.  If the winds got too high, there was a risk the sails could rip,
and Lieutenant Anne wanted to bring one of the three in before nightfall to
make it easier to bring them in if required.  A ship with no sails was in
serious danger on the open sea, and the Lieutenant was keen to protect one
of them in high winds.  The Captain agreed.

   `Cabin Boy....', called Lieutenant Anne.  `Could you please take this
lunch upto Tara in the Crows Nest'.

   I looked towards the Captain who nodded in agreement and I gladly took
the small package Anne was holding out.

   `And Cabin Boy....', called the Captain, `......I set you a task to
check my crew were fully shaved.  I warn you, I will be doing an inspection
later'

   `Yes Captain', I replied and started shinning up to the Crows Nest. 
Tara was happy to see me having had no company for a number of hours.  She
devoured the pie mercilessly and downed the water I had provided almost in
one gulp.

   `We are making good progress', she told me.  `We must have covered 30
miles this morning alone'

   `What happens when we get to port?', I asked.

   `We go to the naval base in Waverley and stay for a few days.  The boat
gets cleaned and then we start a new mission.  This only our third trip
this season.  We will do fifteen at least and then have a few weeks off.  A
bit of training for a few weeks and back on the boat for a number of weeks'

   `Right....'

   `And you are wondering what will happen to you?'

   `Yeah...' I answered honestly.

   `Jacqueline, you and Suzanne will be up in front of the Admiralty
Disciplinary Panel.  The Captain will make a recommendation and they will
be interrogate you and her and decide.  They have ultimate power and can
issue death sentences or any sort of punishment'

   `Fuck!', I exclaimed and Tara laughed.

   `My sister, Rhona, is a Captain at the base and sits on the panel when
in port, as does our Captain.  I will warn her I wont speak to her if she
is mean to you', Tara added.

   `Cheers.  Still very scary to have to face, right?  I mean.....have you
been up in front of the panel?'

   `Me?............Never.  And neither to do I plan to be'

   `So what will happen to me.  And Jacqueline and Suzanne?', I enquired

   `I don't know to be honest, but I reckon the Captain will campaign for
you to stay on the ship.  They might enforce a punishment, but I reckon you
will be here as a cabin boy.  Same for Suzanne....unfortunately.  The navy
has been full of cons opting to run away and often they are given a second
chance.  As for Jacqueline, there are a multitude of sins and the Captain
will want her off the ship.  I reckon the Admiralty will agree with her and
chuck her on a merchant vessel.'

   `What sort of punishment?', I asked.

   `Well, you know I said we get a couple of days rest in between
voyages?...'

   `Yeah'

   `You won't' she warned.

   `Great'

   `Listen, it could be far far worse'

   `How?'

   `Wentworth'

   `Wentworth?', I asked.

   `The Naval Prison.  Every Captain and the Admiralty has the right to put
any civilian or member of their crew in prison for as long as they want. 
It's not exactly a bed of roses.  You have to spend 24 hours in there as
part of your training and it is really tough'

   `Nasty'

   `Anyway, while the Captain has a use for you, you wont go there'

   `Ahh....that reminds me.  Get your shorts down!'

   `Pardon', replied Tara.

   `Get your shorts down.  This is a pubic hair inspection'.

   `You can't inspect me!'

   `The Captain said I could'

   `Bastard', she said and slid down her shorts.  Her snatch was
wonderfully smooth and I ran my finger down her slit.

   `Ohh.....that IS good', she told me.  `Keep checking'

   `I intend to', I muttered to her and began sliding my fingers up and
down her warm, moist slit, circling her engorging clitoris.

   `It's been quite a few days', she whispered to me as my fingers darted
along her gash and into her hole.

   `Ohhhhhh.....AAaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn', she groaned.

   Fearing the wrath of the Captain if she found out I withdrew my fingers
and looked longingly into her warm blue eyes.

   `I wish I could', I told her.  `I really wish I could, but I just can't'

   She lay slouching against the wall of the basket.

   `Don't tease me like that again!', she warned with menace in her voice.

   `I'm sorry, I wanted to.  I really did, but the Captain would kill us
both'

   `Get out of here', she ordered and I hurriedly climbed down the ladder.

   I inspected six more girls before I sent for, but did not use my fingers
to touch them.  There wasn't a hair on any of them.



   Chapter : Sleeping with Tara `Captain, you sent for me', I said as I
entered her room.

   `Yes.  Have you completed your inspections?'

   `Yes Captain.  I have examined seven women', I told her.

   `Did you think of examining me?', she asked.

   `Well no, Captain.  You are above such rules.'

   `Well Cabin Boy....I am not, I still have to abide by them, but I am
sure you felt that I was smooth enough last night'

   `Yes Captain'

   `Did you have any problems inspecting my crew?'

   `No Captain........', I replied but then continued.  `......well one
problem.  During an inspection, I touched Tara too much and she got
excited. I know that I am not allowed to pleasure your crew, but I left her
unsatisfied.  What should I do about this in future?'

   The Captain looked at me.  `You mean to say you teased a member of my
crew?', she said fiercely, her eyes burning into me.

   `Well not on purpose', I lied.

   `I will not have you teasing my crew.  If you turn them on, then of
course you should give them what they need.'

   `Yes Captain.  Thank you', I replied relieved.

   `But I will discipline you for it, of course.  I shall speak to you
later about this', she promised and strode towards me.  `Time to see if you
really have done your job properly'

   She rang the bell outside her office and streams of pirates emerged from
all angles until everyone, except Tara was there.

   The Captain walked around the circle picking out four girls -" Tabatha,
Kathryn, Lieutenant Fiona and Lieutenant Tavia.  I had already inspected
Tabatha and Kathryn and knew they would be smooth.

   Tabatha was the first to go and hoisted her skimpy shorts-cum-thong
down. The Captain knelt down and ran her hands over her pubic area.

   `You're fine', the Captain told her.

   She repeated the procedure with Kathryn, before Lieutenant Tavia from
the Rho team stepped forward.  She had bright red hair that reached her
shoulder blades, as well as deep green eyes.  She looked like a whore, not
a pirate, but was totally hairless.  As was Lieutenant Fiona and the
Captain looked almost disappointed when she failed to find a single hair on
the four girls.

   `Dismissed', she barked and ordered me to follow her.  She went down
into the bowels of the vessel and stood outside the room that I was locked
in when I first arrived on board.

   `Open up', she shouted at Chrissie, who was still sporting the chastity
belt.  Chrissie ran from the end of the corridor and unlocked the door. 
Inside was the Captain from the cargo ship who looked dreary-eyed.  The
room stank of shit with a huge turd lying on some straw that had been put
down.

   `Take him upto the showers and clean him up', the Captain told me. 
`I'll see him in my quarters in fifteen minutes.'

   I was lucky that I passed Sandra from the Domestic team and requested
some new clothes for the prisoner.  She was happy to oblige and returned
just as the guy, who I had since learned was called James de Montague, was
getting out of the cold shower I had forced him to take.  I had also forced
him to shave all his body hair off, much to his dissatisfaction, and he had
had so much to get rid off, had blunted the blade completely.

   Sandra, a cute little 18-year-old with deep blue eyes and awesome tits,
provided James with short dark green shorts and a dark green sleeveless
vest.  He objected to the lack of underwear but I told him to stop being so
weak and traipsed up the steps to the Captains office.

   `Who are you?', the Captain asked, before he had barely entered the
room.

   `I might ask you the same question.  Who are you?'

   The Captain sniggered.  `I am the Captain of this vessel'

   `I was the Captain of mine until I was kidnapped'

   `Captured', corrected the Captain, `Now who are you?'

   `James de Montague', replied the prisoner.  `Now release me and my gold'

   The Captain sniggered for a second time.  `Why were you carrying the
gold?'

   `That is none of your business', he replied `It is my family's gold and
silver'

   `Your family's?', enquired the Captain.  `I think you should talk.....'

   `Fuck off', came the response.

   The Captain turned to me.  `Cabin Boy, please prepare the plank for our
visitor.'

   `The plank?', he asked.  `But.....please.....you are making a mistake'

   `I will not tolerate language like that......so unless you start
speaking NOW.....I will have you in that ocean drowning to your death.  I
don't give a fuck either way', the Captain spat.

   James took a deep breath, and began his story.  `My family, the de
Montague's own a large number of companies in Mercia.  My father is Lord de
Montague and advises the King.  We are buying a number of companies in
Britannia and expanding our empire.  The gold was to go to our new bank and
was transported using de Montague Shipping, of which I am a Captain'

   `Go on', asked the Captain

   `Well I was going to stay in Britannia and oversee our companies.  My
mother is the cousin of the Queen of Murcia and we have good relations with
the country.'

   `Well when we get back to Caledonia, you will be imprisoned.  I will see
you for a couple of days every fortnight and you will be working on the
land.  For the time being.  In time I may decide to release you.  I may
decide not.  That's up to me, but your chances of being a bank manager are
pretty much dead'

   `Why....what's in it for you?  You have my gold'

   `I want to because I can', replied the Captain.

   `And anyway, I thought Caledonia was run by butch dykes.  What's this
little faggot doing here?', asked James

   The Captains' smile vanished and she sat up straight.

   `Do not offend my Cabin Boy.....'

   `.....little poof got me to shave my body hair.....' interrupted James.

   `........DO NOT INTERRUPT ME', shouted the Captain, `...........DO NOT
offend my Cabin Boy.  You surrendered to the little poof, remember?  He is
my Cabin Boy and only I am allowed to insult him'

   James looked humble for a moment, and went to reply but the Captain cut
him off.  Looking directly at him, she ordered me to take him back to the
cells until we reach port, which I did.  Chrissie locked him in the room
and I went upstairs for some dinner.

   After tea, the girls started playing Strip Poker in the dining area.  I
was happy to join in, but the Captain ordered me and Tara to her quarters.

   `Tara....', the Captain said, addressing the Navigator.  `....I
understand that my Cabin Boy teased you earlier when inspecting you.  Is
this true?'

   Tara looked at me, and then the Captain.  `Well just a little'

   `A little?', the Captain said looking at me.  Her eyes pierced my armour
and I could tell she was reading me like I was a book.

   `Captain, I did tease her.', I admitted to her.  `.....and it was more
than just a little.  I wanted to make her happy but the thought of your
reaction to it meant that I couldn't and I left her unfulfilled.'

   The Captains' eyes wandered to Tara and then back to me.

   `I gave you a task to complete that did not involve touching up my
crew', the Captain told me.  `What the hell were you thinking?'

   `Tara has been so good to me since I joined and you let me go down on
her in the games and I wanted to make her happy so I started something I
could not finish.  My conscience wouldn't let me'

   The Captain shook her head.

   `Tara.  You may select a suitable punishment for my Cabin Boy for
teasing you'

   `I do not want to punish him, Captain', Tara replied and Captain blinked
in astonishment

   `Pardon?'

   `He did the wrong thing to me but for the right reasons.  I couldn't
punish him for that'

   `It's your choice'

   Tara looked at me thoughtfully.  `Yeah......I don't want to punish him
for liking me'

   `Now Cabin Boy.  Please take Tara back to your quarters and give Tara
the pleasure you promised her several hours ago'

   `Thank you' , I said to the Captain and held out my hand for Tara who
was beaming.

   `And think yourself fucking lucky', she told me coolly.  `I would have
paddled you until you bled'.

   `Yes Captain', I replied and Tara thanked her as we left.

   `Thanks for not punishing me', I told Tara when we got into my quarters.


   `As long as I get what you started earlier, I don't mind.......', she
said with a twinkle in her eye.  `.....and there is no way you are going to
avoid giving me what I want'

   `Of course not'.  Tara stripped, her well toned body, glistening in the
half light that originated from the orange candle flickering inside the
lamp.  Her breasts, firm and fantastically proportioned, invited my hands
to caress.

   `Strip!', she ordered and as quickly as I could I shed my garments.

   Tara looked invitingly sexy, dressed in just her calf-high boots, her
body sparkling, and welcoming.  I cuddled her, our skin rubbing sensually
against each other.  Then this kiss; her warm moist tongue, early entwining
itself around mine.  Our lips massaging each other.  My erection growing.

   She broke off, and looked into my eyes.  Falling back on the bed, she
directed my head between her legs and I slipped my tongue up her slit.  She
laughed slightly, as my tongue massaged her moistening gash.  She slid down
the bed a bit more and opened her legs up to give me better access. 
Soaking her in saliva, my mouth organ glided from her hood, to her hole, to
butthole and back again.  As slippery as a ice rink, as sweet as honey,
Tara moaned in anticipation of her climax she knew she was getting.

   Using my hands, I poked her engorged clit from underneath its' hood and
then wrapped my lips around it.  Tara squealed in shock and groaned in
ecstasy.

  
`Ooohhhhhhhhh......Hhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn.......Hhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn........AAAA
AAGGGGHHHHHNNNNNNNNNN', she squealed vocally, her hips rocking against my
face.

   `Oh yes......oh god.......oh yeah......UUUUHHHHHHHHHH
HHHUUUHHHHH......more..........do it faster'.

   I edged my middle finger along her thighs and slipped into her
lubricated hole.  She barely noticed, until I curled it at the knuckle and
stroked the wall of her love canal.

   Touching her G-Spot trebled her vocal output.

   `Mmmmmnnnnnnnnn..........AAAAAAAAaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh', she repeated
over and over as my fingers tickled her insides, while my tongue sucked
away on her clitoris.

   `AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH', she cried out, as my tongue flicked her
clitoris.  Her thighs starting tensing, her muscles pulsing as my tongue
swept back and forth over the tip of her engorged pleasure button.  I felt
our fluids, my salvia and her sweet juice, drip down my hand and onto the
bed.

   I upped the speed of my stroking as fast I could, and she jumped.

   `Ohhhhh my god', she squealed.  `That's...........AAAHHHHHHH.......I'm
ccccuuuummmmmmmiiiinnnngggg----'

   `Uuuuuuhhhh', she groaned.  Her back arched and her groin stationary as
her climax powered through her body.  `UUUUUUHHHHHHHHLLLLLLL----', she
screamed.

   I waited for her body to stop bucking and then started flicking her
clitoris again with my tongue.

   `Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh', she sighed, throwing her head back

   `Fuck me', she said.  `Fuck me doggy style'.  Without a need for a
second invitation, I withdrew from her and watched her flip herself over.

   Sliding my expectant cock into her well lubricated hole, she sighed. 
Slowly I thrusted back and forth into her heavenly hole.  Already still
very horny, she was squealing with every forceful thrust.

   `Ohhhhh yesss', she groaned in between catched breaths. 
`Hhhhhhmmmmmmmmm.....yes'

   I too started groaning every time I rammed my manhood into her.

   `OOOOOOOOO', she uttered.  `Uhhh......uhhhhh.......uhhhhhh.... 
ooooohhhhhh.....fuck yes......OH FUCK YESSSSSS', she squealed as my rod
plundered her young pussy.  Skin started slapping against skin, as my
thrusts into her got quicker and quicker.

   I saw her reach around and began touching her clitoris.  `HHHHmmmmmm
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS', she screamed and threw her head onto the bed.  I felt
her muscles clench around my cock several times as she screamed in
pleasure.

   `Don't fucking stop', she shouted and I began thrusting as hard as I
could against her.  Incredible sensations flooded my body but Tara was
ready to come again.  Her breathing was still rapid and she squealed as she
exhaled.

   `Fuck......uhhhhhh......uuuuuggggghhhhh', she cried as my cock rammed
into her.

   `That's incredible', she muttered as I smashed my cock home.

   `I'm cummmmmmminnng', I warned her between my laboured breaths.

   `OOOOOHHHHH YEAH', she cried.  `Come into meeeeee.....come into meeee
like the dirty slut I am'

   As I felt the unmistakable glow in my loins catch fire, I clenched my
buttocks.  Tara was rocking forcefully against my thrusts.

   `AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH.....', she screamed as my cock twitched and squirted my
sticky juice into her.  I saw Tara throw her head forward, unmistakably as
she orgasmed again.  Her muscles twitched around my cock as it pumped into
her.

   We stayed there for a few moments as bodily fluids seeped out of
everywhere and dripped onto the bed.  Tara sighed.

   `That was awesome', she told me.

   `Ditto', I replied as she sat up.  `You're incredible'

   Tara smirked and then looked at me, something clearly on her mind.

   `What's up?'

   `I really need to dump Dave', she told me.  `He's a good bloke, but just
not for me'

   `Isn't what goes on at sea, stays at sea?', I asked her, slightly
guiltily and she shook her head.

   `No.  I want this on the land as well.  I need this sort of sex every
day.  Dave can't make me orgasm'

   `How long have you been dating?', I asked hestitantly.

   `Two....nearly three years', Tara told me.  `I've been ummming and
ahhhing for awhile though.  My boyfriend before Dave could give me great
pleasure but was an arse.  Dave's great everywhere, except in the bedroom'

   `I'm sorry', I told her truthfully.  `I do really like you and I
wouldn't want you to split up because of me'

   `I thought you liked attached women', she shot back, recalling our
conversation in the Crows Nest.

   `I do.  But I wouldn't want the woman to be unattached because of me'

   `Because they might come after you for a relationship?', Tara asked.

   `Depends on the woman', I told her.

   `What about this one?', she said, her hands resting on her knees.  `What
would you say?'

   `Ah.....', I answered shocked.  `Well I do like you, but......'

   `I understand', she interrupted, clearly upset.  She began getting her
clothes together and getting dressed quickly.

   `Tara....don't be like that.  I think that you would do far better for
yourself', I answered but she wasn't listening.

   Chapter : Duelling with Tabatha We were interrupted when Suzanne
appeared, looking bedraggled and exhausted.  There was a slightly awkward
exchange as Tara said her goodbyes and got dressed, while Suzanne pretended
to not care that we had been enjoying ourselves in the bed she shared.

   `You OK?', I asked her to break the stony silence.

   `Fucking knackering being up there.  All my leg muscles are in agony. 
And its just started lashing it down', she moaned.  I resisted the urge to
remind her that it was her own fault, and she continued.  `You can taste
little else apart from the spray and the Sun dehydrates you so quickly. 
Starving as well.  Had to beg Hannah for some food and drink'

   `Why?'

   `Because I missed dinner and she didn't want to open up the galley just
for me.  Had to have just a couple of slices of stale bread'

   Suzanne and I spoke for half an hour before going to sleep.  She slept
soundly, but I couldn't stop thinking about what Tara had said.  I
eventually got to sleep, and slept well until I was awoken rudely by the
sound of my alarm.  I awoke the Captain fifteen minutes later, who decided
to eat her breakfast on the Upper Deck.  The warm morning Sun and cool
breeze was lovely, replacing the thunderstorms that apparently raged during
the night.

   I saw Tara come up the stairs with her sister, Georgina and walk past
me. She eyed me, but did not acknowledge my presence and I resisted the
urge to wish her good morning.  I wasn't sure if she still wanted to talk
to me after my non-committal last night, but still could not believe that
she had said what she had said, or implied.

   The Captain asked how the previous night had been and I told her all the
details.  She listened as I recounted every word, groan, tongue flick and
cock thrust to her.

   `We should be at land tonight', she told me.  Her voice seemed excited
and she looked out over the calm ocean.

   `Captain', a voice from behind me spoke.

   `Yes', bellowed the Captain who had turned to face Georgina.

   `Lieutenant Anne wishes to see you in the Navigation Room'

   `Sure.  Cabin Boy....get rid of these plates'

   By the time I had returned, Tara was waiting outside the Navigation
Room.

   `I wouldn't go in.....Lieutenant Anne wanted to talk to the Captain
alone.', Tara explained.  `I got kicked out', she added.

   `Why?'

   `Wind looks like it might change direction and I think unless we change
course drastically we would drift too far South'

   `So why the secrecy?', I asked.

   `Navigation often is......', she replied.`

   `Look Tara....'

   `I know what you are going to say and don't', she replied icily.

   `You don't', I told her, offended.

   `I do.  And I do understand.  And it wasn't a proposition by the way. 
The Captain would not let you on the ship if you were going out with me'

   `She wouldn't?  Why not?'

   The door to the Navigation Room was flung open and the Captain stood
there.  She addressed Tara.  `Bearing 300 degrees for two hours.'

   The Captain was a little rushed in the morning and I was sent on a
number of errands getting various members of the crew for get-togethers and
meetings.  By the time lunchtime came I was nearly worn out, but the
meetings continued, and it became apparent that the ship was likely to hit
port tomorrow morning.

   The Captain ordered an early dinner and addressed the crew.  She
explained that the wind had dropped and we would still dock in Hamilton
within 24 hours.  She looked magnificently regal and the crew listened
eagerly.  After dinner, the Captain addressed the crew again.

   `It has come to my attention that a certain member of our crew may have
been helping themselves to the Galley.  By the power vested in me as
Captain, I can convene a ship court to determine their guilt, which I shall
do.'

   There was a deathly hush and all eyes looked around the room.

   `Sadie.......come HERE', the Captain ordered and a girl rose nervously
from the Rho table.  She had long blonde hair, that reached her pert, 36C
breasts.  She was a few inches shorter than me but was certainly carrying a
couple of extra pounds.

   `I will allocate you a defence.....my cabin boy'.

   Sadie looked at me, who looked back shocked.  I was no defence lawyer!

   `Can I not defend myself, Captain?', asked Sadie as she reached the
front.

   `Is my Cabin Boy not good enough for you?', the Captain asked
indignantly.

   `I want to defend myself', Sadie replied resolutely.

   `I want the Cabin Boy to defend you.  And for the prosecution, I select
Tabatha.  Jury of Taitlech, Commander Helen, Mary, Penelope and Lieutenant
Ruth.  I will be the judge'

   There was a shuffling of feet and bodies as everyone rearranged
themselves.

   `You have two minutes', the Captain told us as we went to the side of
the room.

   `So...did you do it?', I asked her.  She shook her head.

   `Of course not, you cunt', she replied.  `Steal from this lot.  I'd be
fucking lynched'

   `You might be', I told her who scowled at me.  `Well what happened?', I
said, quickly changing the subject.

   She flicked her hair and shrugged her shoulders.  `I don't know'

   `Well, without any facts it'll be hard to mount a defence', I told her
honestly.

   `Well, you fucking better.  I don't want to be chucked off this ship',
she spat.  Her hands waved aggressively in front of her and she poked me in
the chest.

   `Then tell me what happened?'

   `I can't.  I don't know where these allegations came from'.

   Thinking that she was already lying to me, I stared at her intently. 
`You sure?'

   `Yes'.

   The Captain called us to the front of the room shortly afterwards and
was sat facing everyone.

   To her right sat the five members of the jury, while to her left sat
Tabatha.  She looked just as nervous, having been briefed in just a few
minutes by the Captain as to the charges Sadie was facing.

   `How does Sadie plead?', the Captain asked.

   `Not guilty', answered Sadie and the Captain glared at her.

   `You have been present at these courts before and as such know that the
accused has no right to speak unless spoken to.  Do it again and you will
be in contempt of this court and will be punished.  Cabin Boy, how does
Sadie plead?'

   `Not guilty, Captain', I broadcasted clearly.

   `Tabatha, if you could call your first witness', the Captain told her,
and Tabatha summonned Hannah, the big-breasted galley girl.

   `You understand that dishonesty here, is contempt of court' , the
Captain asked her and Hannah answered.  She then gave her story of having
had half a meat pie stolen from the galley along with a quarter of rum. 
She refused to concede that she may have miscounted under cross examination
but did point out that the loss of these items was not necessarily linked
to Sadie.

   Julia, the next witness confirmed that these items had been taken on the
night before the raid, while Bridget claimed that Sadie had returned to
their quarters a little worse for wear that night.

   `Surely, Bridget, that you cannot be seen as a credible witness?', I
asked her, to cries of -śobjection -ť from Tabatha and Bridget.

   `Explain yourself, Cabin Boy', barked the Captain, `or else you will be
in contempt of court and I will personally flog you until you bleed'

   `Sorry Captain, what I mean is.....you have been punished twice on this
ship for forgetfulness.  You forgot your cutlass, and you forgot to return
your tankards.  With such a history of disorganisation and forgetfulness,
could you have not been mistaken and it was another member of your team
that returned drunk?'

   The Captain spied me as I spoke and then returned her attention to
Bridget.

   `No....!', cried Bridget.  `It was her.  I saw her.  She was drunk. 
Just after the games in here with you and the girls'

   `It was late when that finished', I told her.  `The light would have
been poor.  Sadie could easily have been mistaken for anyone else in your
team'

   `No!  It wasn't', Bridget retorted.

   `No more questions for Bridget', the Captain said icily and asked
Tabatha to call her last witness.

   Sandra, a 25-year-old domestic with short green hair went to the front
of the room.  She claimed to have found a large amount of crumbs that day
in the Rho quarters, which I did point out was shared by six other
seawomen.

   In concluding her case, Tabatha showed the links between the missing
food, to the Rho quarters and then to Sadie.

   And then it was my turn.....

   `I would like to congratulate the prosecutor for successfully linking
the theft of these items to a team of seven crew.  But her failure is to
not show it was Sadie.  We know there was probably food stolen from the
Galley as Julia and Hannah have said so.  We know that it was probably
eaten in the Rho quarters as Sandra has said so.  None of these three has
any reason to lie.....but Bridget does.....'

   `I'M WARNING YOU', barked the Captain angrily.

   `Sorry Captain', I said and turned to face the Jury again.  `I ask you,
ladies of the Jury, what Bridget would say if she had taken the items? 
Surely, it makes sense to try and pin it on a crew member in her own team?
I ask you to look at the facts.  Not one person saw Sadie enter the Galley.
Not one person saw Sadie drink or eat anything.  Not one person saw Sadie
leave the Galley.  You would be convicting Sadie on the strength of the
evidence of one person, who has shown themselves to be disorganised and
forgetful in this voyage....'

   `CABIN BOY', yelled the Captain.  `You are now in contempt of this
court'

   `.....Sorry Captain', I muttered forgetting where I was in the speech I
had carefully worked out in my head.  `So ladies of the Jury, the question
is this, has the evidence before you, showed Sadie did anything other than
be a victim to a scheming and dishonest member of this crew?'

   The Captain banged her fist on the table in front of her and yelled at
me to sit down.

   `Can I finish my defence please, Captain', I asked bravely and she
pointed at me.

   `SIT DOWN', she ordered.

   `This is a Kangeroo Court', I muttered to Sadie, which unfortunately the
Captain heard

   `Thumbs up for Guilty, thumbs down for Not Guilty.  Count of 3', the
Captain told the Jury and they all extended their hands out in front of
them.

   `1.....2......3', shouted the Captain and just two thumbs were raised in
the air.  Commander Helen and Lieutenant Ruth both found her guilty, but
the remaining three found her not guilty.  Sadie punched the air excitedly.


   `Sadie.....you are free to go.  Now Cabin Boy.....you are in contempt of
this court.  I sentence you to be flayed with an inch of your life
tomorrow'

   How did that work?  I defend Sadie successfully but end up with getting
punished.
Chapter: Tara's explanation
Tara, and indeed everyone except Sadie, shunned me after the Court and I
was left to ponder my future alone.  I was very aware of the ship docking
in Hamilton tomorrow could spell the end of my time on the ship and if I
ever needed a friend, now was it.  She left to go on duty and I was left

naked in my quarters with Suzanne for company.

   Suzanne was not in the mood to chat and as I lay naked in the bed,
nightmare visions of years in prison whirring round in my head.  I needed
to speak to Tara.  If nothing else I did not want us to part on bad terms.
Tentatively, I put my shorts on, I left the room without waking Suzanne,
who was snoring slightly.

   The deck was cold in the night air, it whistling past my exposed
nipples. The sails billowed strongly in the wind, and flapped noisily. 
Quietly as I could, I crept onto the Upper Deck and started climbing to the
Crows Nest.  I was barely at the first platform when I realised this was a
ridiculous idea.  The wind, chilled my fingers to the bone, while nearly
dragging me off the ladders when it got strong.  The low light, meant I was
searching for each step in the dark.

   In total it took twenty minutes to climb to the top of the Crows Nest
and I gingerly opened the hatch.  I could make out a figure knelt over the
basket on the opposite side of the hatch and I hissed Tara's name.

   She jumped and looked.

   `John....what the fuck do you want?'

   `To speak to you'

   `Do you have any idea what would happen if I told the Captain you were
up here?'

   `Yes, but you won't, will you?'

   `I might', she told me.  `Now what do you want?'

   `I'll be honest....', I told her as I closed the hatch.  `I'm terrified
of the Court Martial when we land'

   Tara snorted.  `Well I can't help you with that'

   `Tara please', I pleaded with her.  `You've been growing up around the
Navy for years.  What's going to happen?  I want to be out here rather than
in prison or getting hanged.  I like it out here and I like you and the
Captain and everyone.  What do I need to do to make them let me stay?'

   Tara shook her head.  `You are a twat aren't you?'

   `I know I shouldn't have come onto the ship but that was ages ago, and
if this all turns out....'

   Tara cut me off.  `I mean climbing up here.  Do you know how dangerous
it is to be climbing up here in the dark in high winds'

   `Yes....but I needed to speak to you'

   `Look, I can't tell you what is going to happen as I haven't been to a
Court Martial at the Admiralty......but if the Captain supports your case
they will probably let you stay'

   `And if she doesn't?'

   `Better work out what your last meal will be', she sneered.

   `Fuck!  Does it really come down to the Captain'

   `Yep', Tara responded.  `And if I was her I wouldn't be so sure
especially after your performance in the court tonight.  I mean, how many
times did the Captain warn you?'

   `I know.  I just tried to do the best for Sadie'

   `Who probably did take those items.....why do you think the Captain
chose you to be her defence?'

   I shrugged my shoulders, but Tara couldn't see it in the dark.  `I
dunno'

   `Simple.  To work out who your loyalty was with.  Everyone hates people
who steal on the ship but is it to her or a sudden fairweather friend',
Tara said, happily ignoring the irony of pirates who suddenly seemed to
have a rigid moral code.

   `But if she wanted to punish her then why didn't she just do so?'

   `You can be so thick at times.  You don't get it, do you?  It wasn't
Sadie's trial, it was your trial'

   `What?'

   `By forcing you to her defence spokesman, you had to decide between her
and Sadie.  And without upsetting anyone.  You failed'

   `But the evidence didn't support....'

   `Shut up!  Of course the evidence supported it.  The Captain knew she
was guilty, and you knew she probably was.  So, where do your loyalties
lie....her or a member of the crew you've not spoken to before, eh?  She
saved your life when you were found.  You could have been chucked
overboard'

   `But I was told to.....'

   `No you weren't.  You were told to be her defence.....it was up to you
to work out what the Captain wanted.  And it was clear to everyone in that
room except you'

   `Then why did the Jury....'

   `Find her not guilty?  Because you made it so they could do little else.
You discredited the witness'

   `But they could have ignored it, surely?'

   `It's a court.  They have to make up their own minds based on the
evidence.  The Captain chose you to make sure that she wasn't found not
guilty but you fucked it right up'

   `So what do I do know then?......'

   `Fuck off back down the mast and don't get killed', Tara told me.

   `Tara, please'

   `Then enjoy your whipping and last day on this ship.  You won't have
another.'

   `Tara.....I know I have a lot a learn but I want to stay and I want to
make amends.  And I know I offended you but I didn't mean what I said to
come out like that'

   `I am not bothered about that.  You caught me in my post-climax
glow.......I couldn't really date a Cabin Boy'

   `So what's the problem then?  I said you could do much better for
yourself and you could'

   `I don't have a problem'

   `Well you do.....you told me you wanted me to stay before I said that
and now you are telling me to never come back'

   `I can change my mind.  You are an arrogant cunt and we will be glad
when you have gone'

   `I'm sorry I upset you.  Will you please accept my apology before I
leave'

   `Yes', she said unconvincingly.  `Now go before we are both walking the
plank.  The Captain will kill us if she sees you up here with me'

   I let out a deep breath and sighed.  `OK.  Well thank you for your time,
and I hope you don't remember me that badly'

   I pulled up the hatch and started feeling for the first step in the
dark.

   `John.....if you really want to make amends and convince the Captain to
let you stay then your next step should be obvious to you'

   The trip down to bottom of the deck was even more dangerous that going
up.  On more than one occasion, my feet slipped and was left dangling tens
of metres from the deck by just my hands as my feet scrambled to find a
foothold.

   It took longer to reach the deck but it took to climb to the top of the
Crows Nest, but was relieved to be on solid ship once more.  But what did
Tara mean, if I wanted to stay my next step would be obvious to me?

   Creeping into the quarters, I had to prod Suzanne to make room in the
bed and settled down.  Not that I got much sleep.  Chapter: Making amends I
was ready to wake the Captain up at dawn and hesitantly knocked sharply on
her door.  There was no answer, so I tried again and again.  When I opened
the door, the Captain was not there and so I walked up onto the Main Deck
and then the Upper Deck.

   `Ahh...Cabin Boy....I have no need for you this morning', she told me
from the other end of the Upper Deck.

   `Yes Captain', I told her and went to leave.

   `Go and help the crew in the galley', she bellowed and I went off to
help Hannah and Julia prepare breakfast.  Neither of them were talking to
me much even when I tried to make some conversation and began to realise
what Tara had said was true......I was really was disliked all of a sudden.
A pariah almost.

   Feeling self-aware all of a sudden, I did all the tasks I was given as
quickly as I could but was dismissed by Lieutenant Ivana at the end of
service.

   I found the Captain on the Upper Deck again who barely acknowledged my
presence, as she chatted to Tara and Lieutenant Anne.  Tara eyed me as I
came up the steps but then went back to ignoring me.

   `Ring the bell', the Captain told me after a couple of minutes of
ignoring me and I descended the open air steps to bell outside the
Captain's office.

   She descended the steps as the crew assembled on the ship and I stood
nervously awaiting my punishment from the court hearing.

   Once everyone was together, the Captain spun round in the circle before
resting her eyes on me.

   `Bridget....go to my room and get the Cat O' Nine Tails', she ordered.

   `Before I thrash you into a messy pulp Cabin Boy, do you have anything
you wish to say'

   `Yes Captain', my voice quivering nervously.  `I want to apologise to
you and your crew, but especially you for my conduct last night'.  The
Captain peered down her nose at me, and I continued.  `I knew....we all
did....that Sadie took those items, but I tried to discredit an honest
member of your crew in front of you to get her off.  I owe you and everyone
a lot more loyalty than that.....'

   `Go on', barked the Captain as my voice trailed away.

   `......I know I have a lot to learn but I really do want to be part of
this ship in future voyages.....'

   `Why?', yelled the Captain.  `Why do you want to be on my ship?'

   `Because I want to serve my country, I want to serve you.  I hope there
is a role for me here and you will let me stay.  I know I will fuck up as I
learn.  And I know I will get punished when I do, like now, but I do want
to stay for as long as I am wanted.'

   `I am not sure if you are wanted!', the Captain exclaimed.  `And yes,
you will get punished.  As to your future, I have not decided yet what to
do with you.'

   I nodded in acceptance as she uttered the words.  Bridget appeared with
the whip and the Captain ordered me to remove my skimpy shorts and position
myself against the rigging.

   Thanking Bridget, she took aim with the Cat O' Nine Tails and brought it
down sharply across my buttocks.  A searing white hot pain slashed through
me and I cried out in agony.

   `You are.....',shouted the Captain as she brought the whip back down
across my buttocks.

   `......a despicable, lying,.....', she yelled over my screams and
brought the whip down for a third time.

   `......nasty little shit who I should have......', the Captain barked as
the whip hit my buttocks for a fourth time, harder than it had done before.


   `.....chucked overboard when we found you'.  She brought the whip down
even harder for a fifth time and I felt my rear explode in more pain than I
had ever experienced in my life.

   The Captain passed the whip to another member of her crew and cackled as
the whip was brought down on my rear end.  I yelled in agony, as one of the
tips curled round my perineum and flicked my balls.

   `Go on Tabatha', I heard the Captain say and the whip was brought down
again, nowhere near as hard as before, but I still cried out.

   After which I lost track of who was whipping me, but certainly Commander
Helen, Lieutenant Ruth, Suzanne and Africa all got their chance.  As I was
being struck I could hear laughter from everyone around me, and yet I
wanted to stay on board the ship even more than ever.  I had been struck 23
times and I could feel my lower back and buttocks bleeding.  Tears dripped
down my face in pain and humiliation.

   `Tara.......', the Captain barked, `.......give him one'

   I screwed my eyes up in anticipation of the immense agony she would put
me through, but the whip barely made contact with my skin and I breathed,
and almost audible sigh of relief.

   `Cabin Boy.....', the Captain said.  `.....turn and face me'

   Wiping my eyes with my hands, I turned round with my cock hanging out. I
noticed a small pool of blood had accumulated around my feet.

   `Do you know why you were struck 24 times?', the Captain asked.

   `Because 25 strikes will kill a man, Captain', I replied, recalling a
passage at the front of the book Commander Helen had given me at the start
of the voyage.

   `Correct!  Legend has it that 25 strikes will kill someone so you have
been flayed to within an inch of your life.  Let that be a lesson to you'

   `Yes.  Thank you Captain'

   The Captain looked around the crew and dismissed then.  I tried to look
at my bleeding wounds but could see very little.  Tabatha and Sandra came
over to me.

   `You need to get those nasties dressed', Sandra told me and with Tabatha
on tow, took me to my room.

   `Does it hurt', Tabatha asked rather pointlessly as Sandra, the
designated ship nurse, was cleaning the wounds.

   `Just a little', I replied as I lay on the bed.

   `I've not seen anyone flayed to within an inch of their lives before',
Tabatha told me aimlessly.  `I've been on quite a few voyages and not seen
it or heard of anyone being flogged 24 times.  It's a rare punishment.'

   `I'm going to stitch these wounds', Sandra told me, cutting Tabatha off.
`This will probably hurt a bit'

   `OK', I replied.

   `Mind you......', wondered Tabatha, ' --..I wonder if this is the
Captain's way of wiping the slate clean.  I mean you won't offend the
Captain again will you?'

   I was clenching my teeth as Sandra's needle darted in and out of my
painful skin.`Not-t-t-t-t bloody likely'.

   There was a knock on the door and I heard Africa's voice who had been
sent to retrieve Tabatha, so she could do some work that morning and to
tell me to take the rest of the day off to recover.

   It took Sandra another half-an-hour to finish and my back and rear were
still agonisingly sore when she had.

   `Well they've stopped weeping and bleeding', she told me, `but they
won't heal for a good few days.'

   I thanked her as she left, but was left with resting on my stomach as my
back was too sore, and reading the book I had been given by Commander
Helen.

   Time simply doesn't fly when you are bored, and by midday I was anxious
to get out of the room.  Tentatively, I pulled my shorts up, and even
though the wounds were sore, the pain was bearable.  I was acceptable to
walk, and carefully I ventured out of my quarters and into the corridor.

   The Captain was in her quarters and I knocked loudly on the door.

   `Enter', shouted a voice from within the room.

   `Cabin Boy......', she called as I came in, ' --...you were told to take
the day off to recuperate.  We will be in port soon'

   `I know Captain.......but I am on this ship to serve you'

   `Good', she smiled.  `You can tidy my quarters before we dock.  I was
going to do it, but I can check on our progress'

   `Yes Captain', and glad to be doing something, eagerly set about washing
the floor and walls, tidying the bureau, polishing her brasses, making her
bed and dusting her pictures.

   She returned an hour later as I was finishing and nodded when she saw
her room.

   `We can see land', the Captain told me.  `Come and watch Hamilton come
into view.  It's truly magnificent.'

   `Yes Captain', I replied and followed her out of her quarters and onto
the main deck and then the upper deck.

   I could barely see the spot the Captain was pointing to, but she was
adamant that it was Hamilton.

   Tara appeared next to me and she gave my rear a playful and very painful
pat.

   `Twenty minutes, Captain', Tara told her and left.

   It was weird watching the small spot get bigger and bigger.  A coastline
appeared and then the city of Hamilton came into view.  When we There were
a couple of extra ships in the harbour, but our ship navigated wide of
these, and aimed directly for the plaza that was coming swiftly into focus.


   With a soft bump, the ship had landed, and a number of the girls moored
ropes to the jetty.  One climbed up the wooden jetty and lowered the
gangplank into position.

   A number of smart naval personnel came running over from the dull office
building at the end of the plaza and the Captain went to meet them.

   `Good trip?', they asked.

   `Excellent', replied the Captain, her face beaming.  `Probably the best
we have ever had'

   The crew were watching this exchange with interest but focus turned to
me.

   `We had a stowaway', the Captain told them as their gaze fell onto me.
`He has been my Cabin Boy but he will need to go to the Admiralty'

   `Take him back with the girls on the train', came the response.

   `Are you going to empty your vessel, or are the support crew going to do
it?', asked the smart naval woman.

   `Let the support crew do it.  There is a lot'

   There was a small cheer and the crew began to disembark.  I was pushed
by the Captain to walk across the gangplank and when we reached the plaza,
the door to the office building was open.  We had barely reached inside
when my hands were handcuffed and I pushed into a little room with no light
and no toilet.

   Four hours later, and with Jacqueline, the nymphomaniac from Navigation,
Suzanne, the fraudulent pirate and James and his partner from the ship. 
All had been handcuffed also, thrown into the room and the door bolted. 
James moaned for awhile but went silent when he realised that no-one was
listening to him.

   The door opened again and we were ordered out.  Marched through the drab
building, we went outside again to a little railway station, standing at
which was a three carriages long train.  I could hear a number of excited
voices coming from the front two, but inevitably we were thrown into the
third carriage that was dark, drab and uncomfortable.

   It took what felt like just under an hour to reach our destination.  The
handcuffs were digging into my skin painfully and I was sure my back was
bleeding again.  The train was stationery for a few minutes before the door
to our carriage slid open and the harsh sunlight flooded into my eyes.

   Dragged to my feet, I was manhandled out of the carriage by two naval
personnel and marched a short way through what was clearly a military base,
through a gate in a barbed wire 8ft fence, and then into a white block-like
building.  Chapter: Court Martial
My cell was a small room with a bed and a toilet in it.  Hanging on the
wall was a prison uniform and the guard told me to get changed.  She
brought me a meal a few minutes later of spaghetti bolognase and I then
changed into the blue jumpsuit.  My pirate clothes were collected by the

guard and I settled on my bed in the cold room to sleep for the night.

   Breakfast was also served in my room, alone and consisted of some
lukewarm milk and cereal with a cup of tea.  I had barely time to finish
before I was marched out of my cell, and then the cell-block and across the
base and into a large imposing building.

   My destination was on the second floor.  One of my escorts knocked
sharply on the door of the unnamed room and was told to enter.  I was
prodded through the opened door.

   The room was panelled in deep mahogany, with a large Caledonian flag
hanging behind a long desk where five women were sat.  There was a chair in
front of them and I was told to sit down.

   I noticed the Captain on the far end, but did not recognise any of the
other people.  The women in the middle had more medals and was the one
beckoning me to the chair.  She smiled meekly at me.

   `I am Admiral Helga Stafford and you have been summoned to this military
court for a variety of offences.  As you will be aware, as a civilian, you
have no rights at this trial to legal representation, but if you get
confused, we will explain it to you if you ask.  Now I would like you to
explain to us why you were on board the ship?'

   I recounted the events of that fateful day from leaving Lucy and Mark's
house to wandering onto the plaza and hiding.

   `Why did the ship sail if you thought you had a stowaway on board?',
asked the Admiral to the Captain.

   `He had been spotted but not found.  We did a sweep of the ship but he
was in the cargo hold and we had to set sail immediately or lose the good
wind'.

   The Admiral nodded in approval and then asked, `So what happened when
you were discovered?'

   Leaving out the sex and games which I figured the Admiralty did not want
to hear, I detailed what the Captain had me doing when at sea.

   She laughed when I used the term `Cabin Boy' but allowed me to finish.

   `The problem I have....well we have.....is that only women are allowed
to be sailors, and the post of Cabin Boy, although legendary, died out 150
years ago, so it would prevent you from joining that ship, irrespective of
useful you were.......so there needs to be a punishment for your offences,
but you also have been subject to classified military secrets so you will
have to stay in the military in some way.'

   I felt the colour drain from my face as she said this.  All my
hopes....dashed in one sentence.

   `Actually Admiral, there is something that may help here', said the
woman on the other end of the desk.  She picked up a piece of paper from
the table and started reading.

   `I've done some research and Cabin Boys were allowed from Queen Theresa
II.  Their status was enshrined in the Seafaring and Naval Act and this law
has never been repealed although an Admiral's order, issued by Admiral
Betty Carpenter stated that ships could only carry Cabin Boys if the
Admiral had given them permission.  There is no legal reason why he could
not stay with Captain Rachel and stay on board if you decide to allow it'

   `Well done Rhona.  Rachel's proposal is that he stays on the ship as her
Cabin Boy but he would be the only male in our navy at sea.  And
untrained.' the Admiral replied.

   `Admiral, He would be the lowest rank on the ship and the Mazu has eight
crew more than the Sedna, so there is plenty of room'

   `I am worried about the lack of training', the Admiral told her.

   `He will learn, and he did use a cutlass very effectively when capturing
the bounty', the Captain answered in my defence.

   `I did hear about that', the Admiral told her.  `Impressive hit, I'm
told'

   `Lightning fast', the Captain replied.

   `OK, are there any implications or requirements to him being on board?',
the Admiral asked Rhona.

   `Just one....', Rhona broadcast.  `It is the law that he has a tattoo on
his shoulder, naming the Captain that he serves'

   `Well that won't be a problem......I'm thinking that the Cabin Boy or
Girl position could be useful again, especially with the size of the crew
our Captains command, and as he has already been on the ship, he would make
a good guinea-pig, BUT the training worries me.'

   There was silence for a moment and then the Admiral spoke again. 
`Rhona, what are you thoughts?'

   `I think that if Rachel wants him, then there must be a good reason for
that, and it would be a good way to test out the reintroduction of the
Cabin Boys.  I could certainly use one when I am at sea'

   `Evelyn?', asked the Admiral.  The slightly sour-faced older woman
looked deeply at me and then spoke.

   `He would be an untrained distraction.  Our girls are the best of the
best don't forget and he isn't'

   `Angela?'

   `I am not convinced either way.  Cabin Girls would be fine, but Cabin
Boys....they used to work apparently but why did they die out?'

   `The practice was ceased as the Queen wanted all-female ships', Rhona
told her.

   `Well.....it's a tough one'

   `I did get a report from Intelligence on him', the Captain said.

   `Well?' asked the Admiral.

   `Came to their attention when he dated Virginia Trent a few years ago
for awhile.  Was known to experiment with mild drugs and alcohol but
tolerated her promiscuity and bad behaviour.  Did manage to sleep with
Virginia on her weddng day, but apart from that there is nothing they have
concerns over'

   `Virginia Trent......I was there on the wedding day', the Admiral spoke.
`Did you really screw her on her wedding day?'

   `Errrr........yes Admiral'

   `Nice work', she said approvingly.  `Having carefully considered the
proposal, I will sanction him joining the ship on three conditions.  One, I
will review this at the end of the season in two months time.  Two, he is
assigned a member of your crew who will train him while at sea.  Three, any
problems at all, other than usual discipline, and his time on the ship is
ended immediately.'

   `Thank you, Admiral', was all I could say but words could not express my
happiness.  Not that I knew why as I knew I would be disciplined most days
but the feeling of elation of finally having had my future confirmed was
great.

   `Until you have been ended your probationary period, you can live at
Portcullis House in Hamilton.', the Admiral told me and I was then
dismissed.

   In total, it had taken less than 15 minutes, but felt like 15 hours.  I
was exhausted, but three hours later was standing on the same platform I
had left from less than a day previous before being ushered to a small room
in the drab office block.

   Portcullis House looked out over the harbour, and standing proud in its'
small harbour was the Sedna, its bounty plundered by naval workers and
ready to go salvaging again.

   As I peered over the plaza, sitting on my hard bed, my thoughts
naturally turned to Tara and whether Rhona had received a visit from her
sister the night before.


   

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