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Pirates of Caledonia II 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 isnot legal
in your place of residence.

   Chapter I: Tara and her visit The sight of the Sun rising majestically
in the east was a fascinating sight from my room window.  I had a good view
on the third floor, and the orgy of bright reds, shimmering oranges and
incredible yellows reflected gloriously on the choppy sea and the still
harbour.  The ship bobbed up and down gently as I watched in awe as the Sun
came into view.

   It was inevitable for me to wonder how I had managed to be the first guy
in over a century to make it on a pirate boat and be allowed to stay there,
and really did believe that Tara had spoken to Rhona.  Either way, it was
slightly academic as all I had to do now was not fuck up again.

   I did ponder why the ship elicited such positive emotions for me.  I
certainly had never wanted to join the military before, and on the face of
it, it was a dangerous occupation.  I was hardly the sort of person who
craved danger and an unemployed teaching assistant would hardly make a good
pirate on paper, but I did think I could be good at it.  Maybe, I had just
managed to stumble onto my true vocation by accident.  Being surrounded by
40-odd horny women helped.

   The next three days flew by.  Commander Penny, a veteran of numerous
campaigns, was the Keeper of Portcullis House and ran the operations in the
building.  Responsible for the ground crew, I was quickly seconded into her
team and helped clean the ship.  I was surprised how dirty it had become,
and using a complex array of ropes we managed to clean hulls, masts and
even sails, as well as the decks and rooms.

   Commander Penny demanded a good days work, and I witnessed a couple of
young crew members get disciplined for slacking.  I struck up a couple of
good friendships and quickly learnt that most of the ground crew had
narrowly failed their tests to get become a pirate and were hoping that
they would be spotted by a Captain as a member of the ground crew before
retaking them next year.

   Lisa, a 21-year-old brunette from the country and Holly, a 16-year-old
black haired girl from Hamilton became the closest things I had to friends
and we often took lunch and dinner together.  After sunset, I was alone as
Commander Penny segregated myself from her girls and I was consigned to the
third floor only.

   I was glad when Tara appeared on the final day.  I was polishing the
brasses in the galley when she arrived from nowhere and made me jump.

   `See someone let you stay then', she said when my heart rate returned to
normal.

   `Yeah.  Gotta be trained, but I will be here for the time being.  Thank
you'

   `Thank me?', Tara enquired.  `I did nothing'

   `Hmmmmmmm.  Why don't I believe you.  Is the Captain here?'

   `No.  Everyone is coming down tomorrow.  I've got the day off so I can
go sightseeing in Hamilton but thought I'd drop in to say hello', she told
me.  `But ummm.....I might just be nicking some of your bed tonight though'

   `Of course.  Anything', I told her and she smiled before skating off. 
To say I was looking forward to going back to the open sea was an
understatement and for the rest of the day cleaned every nook and cranny I
could find.  In all the years of piracy, I don't think a ship left Hamilton
cleaner and smarter than the Sedna.

   Tara arrived at 9pm, just as I was saying goodnight to the ground crew
girls.  I think Tara had hoped to meet them but made do with my company
instead and bounced upstairs.

   The room was not really big enough for two people but we managed to
squeeze in and after catching up on all the news at the base (and
inevitable sexual gossip), we were ready to settle down to bed.  Tara
stripped naked in no time at all and was snug in bed while I was still
doing my teeth.

   `Budge up', I told her and she smirked at me.

   `Gotta make it worth my while', she replied to a snort from myself.

   `It's my bed.....what did you have in mind?'

   `You know what I have in mind'.  Tara threw back the thin red duvet and
slid her legs up the bed.  `Now stop fucking about and get my tongue down
there'

   I didn't need telling twice and eagerly knelt at the end of the bed. 
She wiggled down a bit so her legs were resting on my shoulders and I began
to slide my salivating mouth organ over her lubricated slit to settle down
for hours of heavenly pussy eating.









   Chapter II: Replacements The Captain woke Tara and myself up by storming
into my little room and throwing off the covers.  We had slept little that
night, and Tara had had several orgasms (and I even managed a couple
myself)

   `Come on Cabin Boy', she bellowed.  `Stop fucking my crew.  We have work
to do.'

   I came round quickly and she was holding out my razor and towel.

   `Get showered, get dressed and get downstairs', she told me and have my
naked rear a painful spank as I left the room.

   Tara quickly joined me in the warm shower but said nothing.  I helped
her shave and we were both dressed in the pirates clothing and downstairs
within ten minutes.

   The Captain was busy talking to Commander Penny when we both arrived in
the little dining room.

   `Two minutes', the Captain warned us and both Tara and I gleefully
annihilated a bowl of cereal each and a glass of orange juice.

   `Cabin Boy...', the Captain called as I finished the last of the orange
juice in my glass.  `....Penelope and Ida are both in quarantine with the
flu and we need replacements.  We do not have time to arrange for new
members of crew to come from the base, so I am going to bring in two
members of the ground crew.  I will let you pick, but you will be
disciplined for their mistakes so pick well'

   `Yes Captain', I replied.  `I think Holly and Lisa would serve you well'

   The Captain turned to the Commander inquisitively, who smirked.

   `Well Holly is sixteen and she darn 'alf 'ave a gob on her.  His arse
will be red raw 'fore you've left port.'

   `Sixteen's a bit young isn't it?'

   `Nah, chucked out of school at 14.....long list of petty crimes that
one. Is the cousin of the old Admiral and she has been with us for six
months.  She wants to join the navy properly when she gets to 18.....Fat
chance though.......Too much attitude'

   `I'm sure my Cabin Boy will make her behave.  And Lisa?'

   `She's good.  No problems from her.  Sound she is'

   `Excellent.  We must catch up when we return.  My treat in town'

   `Looking forward to it', Penny told her and the Captain turned to me.

   `Get your stuff packed and get it on the ship.  Then help load the
supplies from the train that is the station.  We sail at noon'.

   `Yes Captain', I told her and ran up the two flights of stairs to my
room, picked up my packed bag and was dumping it in my cabin inside two
minutes.

   I had clearly underestimated the amount of stuff to be loaded onto the
ship.  There were crates and crates of food to be stored in the larder, not
to mention the water tank needed filling from the long hose attached to the
side of Portcullis House, although I also found out that the water for our
showers came from the ocean and was merely desalinated.

   Gabby, a member of the ground crew checked everything had been loaded
onto the ship correctly and I was with the Captain three hours later as she
poured over some diagrams with Tara.  It turned out that they had the
anti-piracy patrol boat plans and were planning on heading North to avoid
where they would be.

   I grinned, understanding completely why the two patrol boats, funded by
Caledonia to look like they took the problem of piracy seriously, was so
unsuccessful.  I was running some sums round in my head, trying to work out
if it was good value and for how many years the gold and silver haul would
pay for the patrol boats, and arrived at around 280 years when the Captain
snapped me out of my mathematical puzzle.

   `Cabin Boy', she called for the second time.

   `Sorry Captain'.

   `You will be.  Go the station and help the girls unload.  They are due
any minute'

   `Yes Captain'

   The train took another ten minutes to arrive but I was soon joined on
the platform by 40 excited female pirates.  Tabatha was the first to notice
my presence and shouted across the congested platform at me.

   `Are you on the ground crew or the ship?', she asked and eighty eyes
looked round at me.

   `I'm sailing with you', I told her and there was an audible cheer.

   `I get the first fight with him', Tabatha called and there was a murmur
of disagreement.

   `Anyone need any help?', I asked and Commander Helen appeared from
nowhere and passed me two naval issue bags followed quickly by Lieutenant
Anne.

   In total I carried all of Commanders' bags as well as most of the
Lieutenants' in a number of trips.  My last trip was to help carry, a
worrying punishment device from the back of the van that looked like a
wooden frame with restraints and spinned in the middle.

   `The Captain got it from the Admiralty.  They did a clear out', Africa
told me and I didn't probe any further.

   It was half past eleven when the entire crew were on the deck in a
circle.  She read out the names of all of the members of the crew,
including Holly and Lisa.  Jacqueline had been replaced by a wiry looking
girl called Angela in Navigation while Suzanne was back in Sigma as a full
seawoman again.

   The Captain then gave each team jobs to do and the girls moved like
lightning to start the ship moving again.  The Captain marched to the Upper
Deck and looked down on the activity taking place.  I stood behind her and
gleefully watched as the ship moved slowly out of the harbour and began
picking up pace.  The sight I never thought I would see again, was
happening before my eyes.

   We had been moving for twenty minutes, and Hamilton had melted into the
disappearing landmass that populated the side of the ocean, when the
Captain ordered me to wait in her quarters.  She arrived two minutes later
with Tara and I began to think back to the previous night.  Was I going to
get quizzed for screwing her?  Was I going to get punished?  Was Tara?

   She addressed Tara first as she sat down at her bureau, `John is here as
the Admiral has demanded that he is given a member of my crew to train him,
and I had chosen you but after seeing you this morning I am
concerned......'

   `Of course.  Well I can't deny we get on well........and enjoy sex with
each other as we all do.......but I'm professional.  If I am training him
then he will be the best he can be and be disciplined thoroughly' Tara
explained.  The Captain was looking into her eyes piercingly and smiled.

   `Why do I get the feeling that you are dating on the shore?'

   Tara bit her lip and shook her head.  `I offered but he turned me down'.

   `That's not true!', I exclaimed and looked at Tara.  `I said she could
do far better for herself.  She is out of my league'

   The Captain smirked.  `That IS true.  Never look a gifthorse in the
mouth though Cabin Boy.....'

   Tara was getting nervous and quickly replied to the Captain.  `We are
not dating.....casual sex yes, but partners no.  And for the duration of
the training I will stop that, if required.  The navy is far more important
than sex.'

   `Rhona's influence?', she asked.

   `Totally.  I want to advance in the navy like she did.  She was a
Captain at 29.  I've got eight years before I reach her age and when I do I
want to be an officer too.  I wouldn't screw that up for anything'

   `OK.  No chastity required.  I'll send him out in a couple of minutes' ,
the Captain told Tara and Tara bid her goodbye and closed the door.

   `You fucking retard.  What the hell did you turn her down for?', the
Captain asked me the moment the door was closed.

   `She would end up harming her career if it ever came out she was dating
a cabin boy, Captain'

   The Captain shook her head and picked up a book.  `She wouldn't ask you
if she didn't think you were worth the risk.  And she helped you at your
hearing at the Admiralty.'

   `Helped me, Captain?'

   `Who do you think did all the research for Captain Rhona?  It's not as
though she has the time.  She only arrived in port the same day we did'

   I winced as she said these words.  `When we get back onto shore I will
make amends with her', I promised.

   `You better.  You have one of the brightest girls in Caledonia who likes
you and you fucked it right up.  Now go find her for your training'

   `Yes Captain', I said and fled the grinning Captain, my mind whizzing
with what she had said.  I suppose I knew deep down that Tara must have had
something to do with the outcome hearing but wished she had admitted to me
herself.

   Tara was looking out over the ship from the upper deck, talking with
Commander Paula, a tall woman with frizzy brown hair and a warm face.  She
was easily in her early 30s but commanded much respect from the far younger
crew.

   I could hear the subject of the conversation as I walked up the wooden
steps and they turned their attention turned to me.

   `What are you doing with him today?', the Commander asked Tara, who
turned her attention away from the mass of pirates on the main deck and
towards me.

   `Bit of physical exercise this morning and some basic weaponry training
this afternoon.'

   `Nice.  Make sure he is out of the way of the girls......don't want too
much of a distraction'

   `Sure.  I was going to keep him on the Upper Deck where I can keep an
eye on him'

   Tara turned to me like I had been invisible for the last few minutes and
began addressing me.

   It felt weird doing the physical exercise in front of the girls but Tara
kept an eye on me as I struggled past the fifty sit-ups, twenty push-ups,
running up and down the stairs for twenty minutes, and the weights Tara had
procured from Lieutenant Ivana's team.  By the time lunch had come around
my muscles were aching and my stomach empty.  Tara and the Commander had
started watching me, but they switched from offering insults to merely
keeping an eye on me while doing their own work.

   I arrived at the Captain's quarters with lunch and interrupted a chat
she was having with Lieutenant Charlotte, the duty officer on the Delta
team.

   The Captain nodded her head towards me as I poked my head around the
door and announced I had brought lunch.

   `Better eat quickly', she told me.  `I am to convene the ships crew on
deck in five minutes'

   I ate my prepared sandwiches in record time and eagerly drank the
flaggon of fresh water provided while the Captain poured over some charts
and picked at her meal.  When I had finished she asked me to ring the bell
outside her quarters and I joined her on the main deck as all the crew
scampered to their place.

   The Captain appeared a few moments later with a sandwich in one hand and
her tankard in the other.

   `CABIN BOY....', she bellowed across the circle at me as she idly strode
across the deck.  `....in the centre please'

   What had I done?  I had done all the tasks Tara had set me, and not been
late with lunch?

   `Lieutenant Charlotte, please tell the Cabin Boy what Holly said to you
earlier'

   `Yes Captain.  She told me to go and fucking clean the brasses if I
thought it was so easy', the officer announced to the group.  There was an
intake of breath after she spoke and a number of eyes turned to the sixteen
year old who was looking sheepish.

   `Holly.....return to my quarters and select a punishment instrument from
the back of my door of your choice' shouted the Captain between mouthfuls
of cheese sandwich.

   `Sure, Captain'.  Holly skipped off and I waited.  I knew that I would
be punished for her insolence but it was surely unfair.

   Holly returned with a riding crop and went to give to the Captain but
she didn't take it.

   `John.....you were told any punishments that would be given to Holly or
Lisa would be doled out to you instead for this voyage and for the act of
rudeness to the Commander, I sentence Holly to ten hits which you will now
take'

   `Yes Captain', I said, accepting my fate.  I turned and presented my
bare behind to the crew for the punishment.

   `Holly....please do the honours', the Captain told her and I almost
cried out in indignation.  She commits the crime and gets to inflict the
punishment.  Where was the incentive for Holly to behave if she never got
punished for what she did?  Gritting my teeth in expectation and annoyance,
I braced myself for the first hit.

   `Do I just smack it?', I heard Holly say after she had lined up behind
me.

   `I'll show you', Commander Paula said and then had Paula explain to the
teenager how to hit me.

   `You picked the lollipop, and it really doesn't hurt him much unless you
really get going with it', Paula told her.  `It just makes a satisfying
sound when it strikes the skin.'

   `It doesn't hurt him?......', Holly asked incredulously

   `It hurts, but nowhere near as much as the cat or the flogger.  Now to
use it, we always strike on bare bottoms unless the Captain says otherwise.
Get the crop and get right behind him.  Bring it to half a metre
away......like that, yes and just flick it across him'

   Holly brought the crop against my backside and I let out a yelp as it
made contact with my skin, but it was drowned out by the loud HAWOOOP sound
of the crop hitting my exposed skin.  It didn't feel as painful as the whip
when that was used against me on the previous voyage but it stung nastily.

   Paula praised the young girl and told her to continue, which Holly did.
Each hit elicited another yelp from me although, probably more by accident
than intention, Holly was not hitting the same area of my rump with each
hit so the pain was perfectly bearable.

   By the time the Captain had counted to ten, my rear was stinging and
sore.

   `Cabin Boy, thank Holly for punishing you', the Captain told me and I
turned to look at the girl, my skimpy shorts still around my ankles.

   `Thank you Holly for punishing me'.  What was I saying.  And why?

   Holly smirked and with the crop in her right hand, stroked it up and
down my flaccid cock.

   `Can I crop him on his cock, Captain?', Holly asked, the devilish grin
on her face not changing.

   `NO', the Captain replied.  `Another time.  You have work to do.'

   What the fuck was going on?





   Chapter III: Holly's disobedience I was dressed and ready to continue my
training in the afternoon, when Tara failed to appear on the Upper Deck
when she promised.  I gazed out over the unforgiving, choppy ocean when she
re-emerged five minutes later with a small box and a bag on the Upper Deck.

   `I have the afternoon off', she explained, `So its some weaponry
training for you.  These are training swords, but the end is blunted'

   Tara removed two wooden weapons from the box and the ends of the blades
were cut off and covered with rubber, as was the blade.

   `Right....'

   `For every battle you win, I will take off an item of clothing
afterwards and remain dressed in that way until I go to bed at night'

   `Sweet', I exclaimed.  `Do I get to choose what comes off?'

   `Don't see why not.  You won't win any.  Now the trick with using these
weapons is not to leave yourself open but to ensure you can use the weapon
to make defensive moves as well as offensive moves'

   She passed me one of the blades and told me to try and strike her with
it.  As I moved the blade forward towards her, she used her sword to block
the move and push my blade to one side with some considerable force.  With
my sword out of the way she jabbed my chest.

   We spent the first two hours practicising the defensive moves and then
the offensive strikes.  I got reasonably good at the defensive actions but
she blocked just about every attacking move I made with ease.

   `It takes time', she warned me as she blocked me again.

   `Some battles....', she cried as she knocked the sword out of my hand
for the umpteenth time.  `.....you can win by being defensive'

   She waited until I had retrieved my sword and took a few steps back, and
then with little warning she came at me her sword, to her right and about
to rain down on me.  Instinctively, I moved back and then stepped in with a
blocking strike to prevent her from hitting me, but she spun her arm round
and I had to jump out of the way of her slashing weapon.  She looked
serious and competitive and lashed towards me with her backhand which I
also had to dodge.

   This continued for a few minutes until she hit me on my lower shoulder.

   `Oowwww', I called out as the rubber tipped sword bounced off the edge
of my collar bone.

   `Would have hurt a lot more if it was a real one', Tara said, slightly
patronisingly.

   We restarted, and almost immediately I lost my footing and had to roll
over just Tara was bringing her sword down on my torso.  I brought my
weapon up and caught her on her stomach.

   `Nice hit', she said as I was scrambling to my feet.  `So you've won
one. You won't win another'

   She was wrong.....I did win again, but only two more and we did fight
around twenty times.  She exposed herself during an offensive strike and I
blocked and returned, but all told, my weaponry fighting was a bit of a
disappointment.

   `OK, what items?  As if I need to ask?', Tara asked as we packed away
the wooden weapons.

   `Jacket, top and shorts', I replied without even thinking.

   Tara smiled as she peeled off her clothing.  She had a fantastic body
and the sweaty body glistened invitingly.  Her slim, toned body, with
touchable breasts and shoulder-length ponytail hair was incredible and
caused a few eyes to wonder as she navigated down the steps.

   I could feel myself getting an erection as her boots complimented her
outfit perfectly.

   `Come on, lets get something to eat', she told me as she packed away the
swords in the box.  I held out my hand and she took it warmly.  Never have
I had a dinner date so invitingly sexy as Tara.

   I would like to say that we ate our meagre dinner in a romantic and sexy
environment but most of the crew made at least one lewd comment at Tara and
we had to sit at opposite ends of the galley.

   The Captain did ask me to explain why Tara was naked, but once the story
had been told, she laughed heartily.

   `Good to see she is taking the training seriously', she told me and left
it at that.

   I cleared the Captain's table and was set to leave the galley when the
Captain called myself and the other crew members angling to make a
disappearance back.

   `We have three new girls and we must do our initiation.  Just how well
do the girls know us?', the Captain bellowed across the packed dining area.


   `Rho, set up the tables and the mat', she called out and one of the
tables sped into action.  A few of the crew from other teams helped them
move the weighted tables while Sadie and Bridget retrieved the red mat I
remembered from the last voyage.

   I could see Holly's face looking anxious but Angela and Lisa, the other
new girls were perfectly calm.

   As the mat was being unfurled, the Captain strode to the front and
addressed Holly.

   `Holly.....please go to my room and get the riding crop'.  Oh fuck! 
What had Holly done NOW?

   Holly returned two minutes later with the riding crop and the Captain
ordered me to the front.

   `Holly was warned as to her conduct earlier, and was caught spitting on
the deck.  For this offence, I punish her to five strikes of the crop on
her rump'

   Holly looked nervous for a moment, framed in the doorway to the galley
holding the riding crop as the Captain spoke.

   `Cabin Boy....you will accept Holly's punishment for her', she told me
sternly and I uttered a `Yes Captain'.

   Holly strode forward, more confident now.  `Can I strike him on his cock
please Captain'

   `NO.  On the arse, as the punishment says'

   I slid my shorts down and passed my jacket to Commander Catherine, the
nearest pirate to me.

   Holly giggled.  `I can still see the red marks from earlier'

   I felt a swooshing through the air behind me and a sudden eruption of
pain from my behind.  The riding crop struck with my milky white skin
painfully and with some force.  I yelped and heard Holly giggle again in
glee.

   `I can do it harder', she cried and brought the riding crop down with
renewed vigour on my rump.  I cried out this time, the spot on my behind
stinging in pain.

   Holly brought it down three more times, each time stinging more and
more, before the Captain re-emerged from the crowd.

   `Give the crop to the Cabin Boy', she told her as I pulled my shorts
back up.  I took the punishment implement from her and rolled it my
fingers.

   `Captain, what would I have to do, to let me punish him by cropping his
cock?', Holly asked and I heard a few voices of dissent amongst the crew.

   `I shall imagine I didn't hear that', the Captain told her angrily and
swung round to me.

   `Take that back to my quarters and then go to yours.  You are in
solitary until dawn tomorrow.

   `Yes Captain', I said disappointed.  I get to miss the lesbian oral sex
display because of Holly and in sheer anger, I threw my jacket at the wall.

   Bored and lonely for three hours, my thoughts were only interrupted when
there was a knock on the door.  I got up to answer, but Tabatha poked her
head around the door and then came in.

   `Ssssshhhhh', she whispered.  `You are in solitary and the Commanders
and Captain are about.

   `Sure.  What do you want?', I said in a low voice.

   `Why are you being punished for Holly's fuck ups?', Tabatha asked.

   `I selected her.  The Captain told me to select two people from the
ground crew and I selected Holly'

   `Why?'

   `Because I thought she had spirit and would fit in well'

   `The girls don't like her.  She is lazy and keeps getting you punished
deliberately.'

   `I thought I wasn't liked after the trial last week?'

   `Forgotten.  No-one, even the Commanders, had ever seen anyone flogged
24 times.  It was an incredible punishment.  Wiped the slate clean with
everyone.'

   `It was in an incredible punishment', I said, remembering the whipping
that I got only too well.

   `Anyway....what are you doing about Holly?'

   `What can I do?', I asked and Tabatha thought for a moment.

   `Ask the Captain to stop punishing you and only you.'

   `She won't.  She specifically warned me'

   `OK.  I'll have a think.  I better shoot before I am seen.

   `Sure.  Thanks for popping in', I told her.

   And that was it.  The only sixty seconds of company I had had all night.



   Chapter IV: Climbing to the Crows Nest I awoke at dawn and eagerly got
myself ready.  I had a good feeling about the day and was raring to go.  My
muscles were aching slightly after the exertions of yesterday but after a
quick stretch in the shower I felt rejuvenated.

   The Captain ate her breakfast in silence and I did not feel comfortable
bringing up my issue of being the only person who got punished for Holly.
Surely, Holly getting punished for Holly would be fair also!

   I cleared up the breakfast things and was outside the Navigation Room
for Tara and her training by 7am.

   Tara was still sleepy and set me the task of going up and down the Crows
Nest until told otherwise.  I laughed at first, but then saw she was
serious and shedded my jacket before climbing the rope ladders to the top.
Tara quickly lost interest in watching me and I was glad not to have an
audience.  It took 15-20 minutes to climb up and down in good weather, but
with my attempts to rest on the Upper Deck met with derision from the crew,
I took to have a two minute break with Georgina after every climb.

   Climbing had never been an issue for me, and right from the start of my
career on the ship, climbing the six ladders to the Crows Nest had never
been a problem.  By the time I was at the top for the eleventh time, my
arms were aching painfully.  The wind was perilously strong and it was
incredibly hard work clinging on as the ladder swung menacingly.

   Tara noticed me as I descended and stopped me from starting a new climb.

   `You've read this?', she enquired, holding the rules and regulations
book of the navy.  It was identical to the book Commander Helen had given
me on the previous voyage and I nodded in agreement while I got my breath
back.

   `Read it again.  After lunch, test.  Each one wrong, one hit with the
whip', she warned me and set me a quiet corner of the ship on the Upper
Deck.

   I rested against the edge of ship, looking out into the ship and began
reading in the morning Sun.

   The book given to me by Tara was a newer edition than the on Commander
Helen had given me, but there was little new information, and I had breezed
through the book by lunchtime.

   A quick lunch with the Captain was followed by Tara and myself at the
long table in the Navigation Room, and Tara with the book in front of her,
ready to reel out questions.

   She promised if I got them all right she would strip for dinner again
but assured me that wouldn't happen whereas for every question I got wrong,
I was to be whipped with the instrument of her choice.

   Tara certainly had a sense of irony and interspersed questions like
`With which naval act of law introduces the position of Cabin Boy?' within
the usual `How many years in prison can a Captain sentence a member of her
crew to?' (the answer was 50).

   In total, I got one wrong, of 100, which Tara was delighted with.  The
minimum number of orgasms for a rape bench punishment to be valid is two,
not one.  She gleefully taunted me with the fact that she would be keeping
her clothes on which caused her warm face to light up.

   Just how did I manage to turn down her offer of a date?

   She happily retrieved the Cat O' Nine Tails and brought it down hard
against my bare bottom on the Upper Deck that caused me to squeal in pain.
She told me to take it like a man and flicked the tails across my painful
and well-punished backside, giggling as she did before releasing me to find
the Captain.

   The Captain was shuffling papers at her desk in her cabin.  She barely
looked up as I knocked on the door and entered.  I stood in the doorway
waiting for an acknowledgement but none came.

   After a couple of minutes of her scribbling on the paper she put them to
one side and turned to face me.

   `How is your training coming on?', she asked.

   `Well....I think'.

   `Tara reports good progress', the Captain told me and picked up a
battered piece of paper from her desk and scanned it.  `Very well in fact'

   I tried not to smile, but I didn't manage to suppress it and the Captain
saw it.

   `Do you know why I chose to punish you instead of Holly?', she asked and
looked at me.

   `Because I selected her'

   `As my cabin boy, I expect you to be a good judge of character.  You are
my eyes and ears on this vessel and I need to be able to trust your
judgement'

   `Yes Captain', I replied almost monotonously.

   `Now take please take this to the Navigation Room and this to the Crows
Nest', she said and passed me two pieces of paper.

   The wind had picked up since Tara had me running up and down the
ladders. It swung dangerously in the wind, and a couple of times I nearly
lost my footing.  I wondered that, should I fall, would the Captain would
keep my lifeless body tied up so she could still discipline me for Holly's
failings or whether I would just have a watery grave.

   The Captain was still in her quarters when I returned back half-an-hour
later and was filling in her logbook.  I didn't notice at first but as she
slid it back across the table and got up, I saw that she was wearing her
red jacket and nothing else.  Barefoot, she walked over to me and pulled me
forward by my T-Shirt.

   `Get on your back, Cabin Boy', she ordered and pushed me on her bed. 
Delighted, I shuffled up to get comfortable and then she swung her muscular
thighs over my head and brought her heavenly sweet pussy onto my lips.

   `Make me happy, Cabin Boy.'.  She pushed her pelvis down and her gash
opened out.  I could see very little but my tongue slid up and down her
slit.  I was surprised how wet she was and suspected she had been toying
with herself while I was nearly killing myself climbing up to the Crows
Nest.

   My tongue flicked her clitoris and then slid down to her hole poking her
entrance.  My hands moved up and down her thigh, and then up to her
breasts. Her nipples were like engorged and I couldn't resist swirling them
around my fingers with my hands resting on her pert bosom.

   For the first time since we left port I felt I was serving my Captain,
and she was stimulating all my senses.  I could feel her juices dripping
down my face, her addictive and musky scent filling my nostrils, her sweet
aromatic flavour lingering on my tastebuds, her passionate animalistic
mewing echoing round the round and her tight and inviting butthole just
inches from my eyes.  How I'd love to rim my Captain.  Push my tongue deep
into her ass, but it was out of reach, and I had to be content with her
clitoris.

   Her clitoris was poking out of its hood, just right for my tongue to
roll over it, flicking it gently but firmly.  Every time my tongue hit her
nerves she would shudder, her body convulsing as the sensations swept
through her body.  It was always accompanied by a sigh, a moan, a cry or a
squeal of deep satisfaction and expectation of more.

   As she became more horny, I planted my lips either side of her clitoris
and began to suck gently.  My tongue could still touch her engorged
clitoris, but the sensations of it being gently pulled caused her to squeal
even louder.  Her nipples were by now as tough as diamonds as she began to
buck her hips slightly against my face, slowly rocking back and forth as my
lips massaged her clit.

  
`Ahhhhhhh.....Agggghhhhhhhhh......AAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
N' she screamed as my tongue-flicking brought her over the edge.  She was
panting furiously.

   I disengaged my lips from her and began to slide my tongue up and down
her lubricated slit, gently flicking her clit or poking her hole.  She
squealed as my tongue touched her hypersensitive clitoris and sighed as it
burrowed into her fuck-canal.

   Lapping at her entrance, she began to sigh in increasingly higher
pitches as her breathing got louder and louder.  My tongue movements got
quicker and quicker, eager to satisfy her and sensing she was approaching
her next orgasm.

   `Eeggghhhhhnnnnn' she cried out and held her breath before exploding in
a wail of intense pleasure.

   The Captain fell forwards, her body on all fours and a foot from me.  I
couldn't resist.  I let go of her right nipple and began to encircle her
clitoris with my thumb.  I felt her body twitch and she let out another cry
of pleasure.

   Sliding my second and third fingers into her well oiled hole I began to
do a come-here motion against the wall.  I felt her body tense up
immediately but knew from past experience that it was just where her G-Spot
should be.

   The Captain was too out of it to notice exactly what I was doing and she
began to buck her pelvis against my fingers.  She cried out at the end of
every deep breath.  Her body alive with incredible sensations as my fingers
stimulated every nerve in her loins.

   `AAAAAA FUCK.......AAAAAAHHHHHH YES........UUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH',
she squealed at the top of her voice, her pelvic muscles tightening in a
vice like grip against my fingers.

   `Ooooohhhh', she sighed, as my fingers and thumb rested against her
sensitive equipment.  Barely a moment after her orgasm had subsided, I
began again, firmly circling her clitoris, and rubbing her G-Spot.

   `OHHH NO....OH NO......OH GOD.......OH FUCK.....OH GOD......OH
YES.....OH YESSSS----', she cried as her muscles tightened their grip
against my fingers and she shuddered.  I did not stop this time.  I kept
going straight through her orgasm.  Her body kept convulsing with
passionate squeals filling the room.

  
`AAAHHHHHHHHNNNNNN........AAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHNNNNNNN......AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGNNNN
NNNNN----'

   Each orgasm hit her harder than the last, her body shaking like an open
sail in a thunderstorm, her juices pouring out of her.

   `No more.....Oh No', she cried and I freed my hands from her.  She
stayed comatose for a few moments, her naked glistening slit inches from my
face, while her hair resting on my thighs.  My hands rubbed her thighs
until she had the energy to roll off of me, and sat up facing me.

   `You've worn me out', she said smiling at me.

   There was a knock at the door and the Captain instinctively told the
visitor to come in.

   A grinning Tabatha entered the room and told the Captain that one of the
sails had come free and she dashed out of the room, half-naked and
barefoot.

   `No need to ask what you were doing', Tabatha said looking at my boner.

   I sighed.  `This indicates what I haven't been doing I said and got up
off the bed, to change the bedding and tidy the room.  Chapter V: Holly
starts behaving The sail proved to be a nice distraction for the Captain
who seemed at ease ordering her crew around while her juices dripped down
her legs and she was half-naked.  I brought her some clothes and her boots
out to her after tidying the room, which she did put on eventually.

   Tabatha gave me an all-knowing look but the amount of noise the Captain
makes when orgasming I was sure that the entire ship knew she got herself
off.  Not that it bothered her, or indeed anyone else.  It was after-all
expected that a Cabin Boy should satisfy his Captain in every way.

   After dinner however, I found myself on the main deck half-naked and
being whipped with the riding crop on my bare arse for the third time in
two days due to Holly.  She had overslept that morning and the Captain had
waited until the evening, and postponed the strip poker games to exact
punishment.

   Fortunately, the crop was passed to Africa and not Holly who was tasked
with giving me ten moderately painful swats across my backside.  Each hit
caused me to yell out but the pain was bearable.  Holly was sulking as the
Captain had made her give the crop to Africa for my punishment and stood in
my direct line of vision as Africa brought the crop down for the final
time.

   After the punishment, the Captain sent me on an errand to the top of the
Crows Nest and then, just as the Sun painted the ocean a violent array of
yellows and reds, I was sent to my quarters to contemplate again why I was
being punished.

   I had two hours to concern myself why this was happening to me.  Was my
judgement really that wrong with Holly?  It must be.  My painful arse is
testament to the fact that she is simply not mature enough to be here and I
secretly hoped that it would be a short trip.  Angry and annoyed I fell
asleep around eleven with the sounds of a happy, horny female crew playing
games outside my room.

   I was awoken by a blood-curdling scream in the middle of the night. 
Slipping my skimpy shorts on and grabbing my cutlass, in record time I
stepped into the corridor barefoot and edged along the entrance onto the
main deck.  Just as I was peering out onto the main deck at some shadowy
characters, the Captain stepped out of her quarters and whispered to me.

   `What is going on?'

   `I don't know, Captain.  I was just taking a look ', I replied
truthfully and she stepped into the corridor, and with us both in shadow,
we peered out.

   Holly was clearly naked and tied spreadeagled to the riggings with her
mouth being restuffed with some sort of fabric.  Four shadowy figures had
obtained part of a thick rope and were taking turns lashing her back, arse
and pussy with it.

   `Cabin Boy.....have you had something to do with this?', she asked me.

   `No, Captain.  I promise'

   `You better not be lying', she warned.  Even though she had some sort of
gag on, her muted screams travelled in the still air.

   `Shall we stop it, Captain?', I asked as she took in the scene unfurling
behind her.

   `No', she told me in hushed tones.  `Give it a minute'.

   Holly was hit again and she screeched in agony.  I kind of felt for her.
She was only 16 after all.

   I heard Commander Helen poke her head out of the door but the Captain
sent her back to bed and went back to watching the torture of Holly.

   `Ungag and untie her', one the figures said in a familar voice.  It was
Tabatha; I was sure!

   Two of the figures moved forward and played with her hands and feet,
before removing her gag.

   `You've made me bleed', an indignant Holly spat at her tormentors.

   `We don't care', Tabatha replied.  `But we do care about John'

   The Captain shot me a look and I felt very subconscious all of a sudden

   `Why?  He's only a Cabin Boy', Holly replied and Tabatha scoffed.

   `He might only be a Cabin Boy what we like him', another voice said, who
I believed was Tara.

   `So.....'

   `Why do you think he gets punished for your fuck-ups?', Tabatha asked.

   `Because he is the fucking Cabin Boy.  He is nothing', Holly retorted
and Tabatha swung the rope into her torso.

   Holly doubled up in pain and fell to the floor.  Tabatha took a step
closer to her and towered over her.

   `The Captain told John to pick two members of crew from the ground staff
and he recommended you.  There is no way the Captain would have picked you.
Or anyone else.  But the Cabin Boy did'

   `The Commander in Hamilton even told the Captain you would be an awful
choice and John stuck with you', Tara added.

   `He is punished as it is his fault you are here.'

   `And things can't continue', another voice said.  `You can't keep
screwing up and expecting John to take the rap'

   `It is thanks to him that you are having the chance to be in the Navy.
Without him, you wouldn't have it and would be still cleaning ships and
unloading cargo'

   `OK.  Just leave me alone', Holly wailed.

   Tabatha circled the naked girl before speaking again.  `If John gets
punished again for your actions, you will receive ten strokes for every one
John gets the following night.'

   `Ten!', Holly exclaimed.  The moon was lighting her undeveloped body but
was covered in red streaks.

   `Ten', Tabatha replied.  `That way you have to behave'

   `It is a vigilante court', the Captain whispered to me and I nodded.

   `Isn't that highly illegal?', I whispered back.

   `Yes', came the response from the Captain.

   Tara muttered a few warnings to the naked Holly and then the gang of
vigilantes dispersed down the hatch leaving Holly alone and naked on the
main deck.  She had no clothes to retrieve and after twenty seconds of
panicking, descended down the same steps to return to her shared quarters.

   The Captain ushered me into her room.

   `Those four took a huge risk out there today, and would have had to
bribe half of the night watch.  For you'

   `Yes Captain'

   `And I know who they were.', she said thoughtfully.  `Tara.  Georgina.
Africa and Tabatha.  I should punish them y'know', she muttered to me.  `I
really should.  Holly needed sorting out and to get such loyalty from my
crew is fantastic.  They must really like you to risk their naval careers'

   `I would like to receive any punishments that you choose to dish out to
them.', I told her sternly.  I couldn't let Tara throw away her career for
me, could I?

   The Captain smirked and shook her head.  `I would have thought you would
have had enough of taking the punishments for other people's actions.  No.
From now on, the person who committed the crime, gets the whip.'

   I smiled at this.  Justice at last.

   `Mind you, what they did out there tonight was vicious.  I'm going to
sleep on it'

   `Can I put you in a better mood while you think about it?', I asked
cheekily and the Captain laughed at me.

   `No.....I'm tired.  But you can tuck me back in before you go'.

   `Certainly'

   `And not a word about this to anyone....you hear?', she told me as I
pulled the blankets over her.

   `Of course Captain'

   Chapter VI: Games Holly seemed to avoid eye contact with me all day,
which suited me fine.  I think she must have thought that I had arranged
her being woken from her bed, stripped, whipped and then abandoned, but I
knew nothing about it.  The Captain accepted that morning when she asked me
again about the scenes we had witnessed the night before, that I was
genuinely not involved, and was earning some sort of respect with her crew.
She seemed happy at this, but was still not happy with the actions of the
Gang of Four from the night before but was troubled about what action to
take.

   `What would you do?', she asked me over breakfast.

   `Ummmmmm.......well.  I would...um...deem it to be the wrong thing for
the right reasons'

   `That doesn't answer the question', she replied coldly.

   `I would.....perhaps.....um.....speak to them and tell them that it
wasn't a great idea to beat Holly but you appreciate
their....um....motives'

   Unmoved by my answer, the Captain ensured that I was not training and
sent me a series of spurious errands interspersed with a number of tasks in
the Armoury.  I had already decided that I was not going to let Tara know
that I knew about her band of vigilantes but the Captain was making sure I
was not tempted to do so.

   From the end of the ship I saw Tara, Georgina, Tabatha and Africa troop
into the Captain's Quarters and my heart leapt.  Surely they were not
getting punished?  Fixing the rope in double quick time, I ran across the
deck, and half-ignored the shouts of Commander Paula to `slow down' and
burst into my room loudly.  I was next door to the Captain and strained my
ears against the wall to hear what was being said.

   There was certainly some laughter from next door but I also heard the
Captain in her stern, serious voice before the door was opened and I heard
the room empty.

   The Captain was in my quarters inside two seconds and demanded to know
why I wasn't working.  My T-Shirt was dirty from the work earlier and
changing it for a clean one was a plausible enough reason that even though
she guessed I was lying and had been trying to listen in on her
conversation, she couldn't be sure either way, so she watched me change my
shirt and then leave the room.

   I was training with Tara again but neither Tara nor I spoke about the
meeting a few moments earlier or the night before and so I still had no
real idea what was said.  I was getting better with the rubber-tipped
swords Tara had, and beat her several times, although her offer of
stripping was, unfortunately, no longer valid.

   The evening was warm and inviting.  Tara said she would be in the Crows
Nest and I half-contemplated shinning up the rope to join her, but Tabatha
challenged me to a fight later, and with the vast majority of the crew
surrounding the red mat on the main deck, Tabatha and I discarded our
jackets and footwear and faced each other.

   The ringmaster started proceedings and we immediately fell against one
another and onto the mat.

   `YOU WON'T BEAT ME AGAIN', screamed Tabatha as she manoeuvred her way on
top of me.  I fought against her strong muscular arms that were pinning me
to the ground.  I waved my legs around and using my thighs managed to
unseat her so that she slid off of me.  I had barely time to recover when
she was trying to get on top of me again but I rolled out of her pounce and
scrambled to my feet at the end of the mat to face her again.

   This went on for some minutes, and my stamina was beginning to let me
down.  I could feel my body getting lethargic and slower with every passing
second.

   Tabatha looked straight into my eyes as she sized me up across the mat
again.  As she came towards me, I stepped into her challenge and then
dodged her, catching her legs as I did.

   Unceremoniously, Tabatha was spread out across the mat, and stunned. 
With no hesitation, I grabbed the back of her undergarments and yanked them
down her legs causing her to cry out in pain.

   There was a cheer as Tabatha was denied her black thong, which died down
as the Captain spoke from the end of the assembled mass.  I hadn't seen her
earlier but had come to watch the fight along with all three Commanders
that flanked her.

   `Nice technique Cabin Boy.  As a reward, fuck her hard and fill her up'.
This statement was met with another cheer from the crowd.  Tabatha had sat
up, with her black thong still around her ankles.

   `And no foreplay!  Take her now.  She'll be ready', added the Captain.

   My cock was inflating rapidly.  Here was Tabatha, a gorgeous pirate who
I was being allowed to fuck and who looked round to see me with expectation
in her eyes.

   With no encouragement needed, I pulled down my skimpy shorts and tossed
them at the nearest pirate.  There was a load of wolf whistles as my erect
cock was freed.  Tabatha was ready to accept my rod and was now kneeling on
all fours.

   I knelt down, positioned my cock with her opening and let Tabatha guide
it in.  She let out a small mew as it slid into the hilt, my thighs pressed
up against her buttocks.

   It felt that I waited for ages to screw her.  Ever since I met her on
that first day, I wanted to get inside her knickers.

   I rocked back and then thrusted my cock deep inside her.  And again. 
Not a fast rhythm....just strong, glorious thrusts into her well-lubricated
hole that gleefully accepted what was providing her.

   She squealed again and again, every time that I rammed my spear into
her.

   Although I could hear abuse and encouragement being shouted at us from
the crowd, I was oblivious to what was being said as I immersed myself into
the fantastic tingling that was emanating from my loins.  I became suddenly
aware of my surroundings as I noticed the Captain kneel down next to me.

   `Come on Cabin Boy', she shouted, and slapped my arse hard with her hand
as I thrusted into Tabatha.  The feeling was sensationally
intense....pleasure reverberating around my body.  I immediately rammed my
cock deep into her again, and the Captain slapped my arse again.

   Tabatha was nearing her orgasm, and was moaning loudly as I speared into
her soft opening.

   `FUCK THE SLUT HARD', the Captain yelled at me as I smashed my thighs
into her rear as hard as I could.

   Tabatha screeched in delight, and the Captain turned her attention to
Tabatha.  Freeing her glorious tits from the top so they began bouncing as
I rammed my cock into her.

   `Are you going to cum at the filthy dick of my cabin boy?', the Captain
asked her.

   `FUCK YEAH......', yelled Tabatha as I pushed deeply into her again.

   I could feel my own climax building and clenched my buttocks but Tabatha
was already there.

   Screaming into the dark, cold night she released her sexual tension and
moaned in ecstasy.  The clamping on my cock was enough for me, and with one
last, glorious thrust into her, I flooded her insides with several spurts
of thick cum.  Slowing down I rested my sweaty body against her sweaty
back.

   `You are a disgusting filthy fucker.......loving being taken in front of
the entire crew', the Captain told Tabatha her mouth curling at the
exhausted girl and standing over her.  I withdrew my deflating cock from
her and looked up at my Captain.  `Now clean the Cabin Boy.  I will not
have him dripping cum all over my ship'

   There was a roar of laughter as Tabatha gleefully used her tongue to
wipe my cum off my cock sending aftershocks as her mouth darted along my
sensitive shaft and across the head.

   The Captain picked up our clothes and told us to do without for the rest
of the evening and retired to her quarters while both Tabatha and I got
cleaned up in the showers and then eagerly shared the extra Ginger Rum I
was entitled to.

   Over the Rum, I asked Tabatha about her chat with the Captain earlier
and she shook her head.

   `The Captain told us not to tell you', Tabatha told me, her face
grinning.

   `What?!'

   `The Captain told us not to tell you what was said.  She knew you would
ask one of us'

   `Why?'

   `Why I can't tell you.  You would have to ask her that'

   `Hmmm....you weren't punished were you?', I asked her and she shook her
head.

   `No.  Not really.  We got off extremely lightly.  But that's all I'll
say', she told me firmly and I resigned myself to her silence on the
matter.

   The Captain was impressed with my victory over Tabatha and complimented
me over my victory the following morning during breakfast.  I was a tad
relieved that she was amused rather than annoyed or upset at Tabatha for
being so willing a partner and enjoying her `punishment' after the game.  I
didn't always know when to take her seriously and when not to, and often
erred on the side of caution.

   I didn't dare bring up the matter of the vigilantes and hoped she was
mention it, but didn't.  I reasoned that the next time I have to fill in an
entry in the Punishment Log I could sneak a glimpse at what was written
previously but that would involve waiting until someone was punished for an
infringement.

   That day was spent mostly following the Captain.  She did an inspection
and found little to complain about, and I did my pubic hair check on
several girls, including Holly, and found no problems.  The Captain
randomly picked three girls over dinner and they were all hairless.  I did
suggest flippantly to the Captain that if she wanted to be sure none of the
girls were sporting any pubic hair, she should declare a day bottomless and
demand all the girls do not wear their thong.  Then she could do 42
inspections in one day just by walking round.  She said she would give it
serious thought!

   After dinner, there were a number of games going on, and I was sought
out by Tara and Georgina who were looking to get a game of strip poker
together and wanted me to join in, and more to the point, use my cabin. 
Both of which were fine by me and we managed to meet Holly on the stairs.

   Holly had been a lot quieter in the last couple of days and her change
in demeanour and attitude was noticeable.  In fact, she had hardly put a
foot wrong and simply went about her duties without upsetting anyone.  She
had even apologised to me before dinner for her behaviour earlier in the
trip and was dragged into my quarters to play poker.

   Holly then admitted she couldn't play poker, and so Georgina proposed we
alter the game to Truth or Dare with Tara going first and asking Holly if
she wanted a truth or dare?

   `Truth'

   `Describe the first time you fucked?'

   Holly narrowed her eyes, and then spoke.  `I was twelve and had been
dating a local lad for a few weeks.  He was a good two years older and had
a bet on with his mates, who would be the first to fuck.  I said he could
if I saw half the proceeds and we did, with his mates hidden in a cupboard.
And I've been at it ever since!'

   There was a little laughter at her as Holly's eyes scanned the room.

   `John....Truth or Dare?'

   `Truth'

   `Describe your first fuck'

   I recounted the my first evening with Wendy all those years ago in
immaculate detail with Tara taking an unnatural interest in what I was
saying.  It felt weird describing it to Tara, almost as though I didn't
want her to know, which was just irrational.

   `Tara, truth or dare?'

   `Truth'

   `Who was your first lesbian lover?'

   Tara looked shocked and then asked how I knew if she had had a lesbian
lover.  My response of the fact she had gone to naval college drew ire from
all three of my competitors but then Georgina told Tara to own up which she
did.  Turns out, that Tara had had quite a few lesbian lovers but her first
was when she was in school in Hamilton and frequently used to get touched
up in the showers after sport and had dated a girl called Gabby for six
months before they split up.

   Holly then asked Tara for a truth, who asked about her sex toys, and
then Georgina asked Holly for a truth, who asked about her sex toys.  Both
of the girls had an impressive selection.

   Then it was my turn and I felt brave and asked for a dare.

   `I dare you to streak naked on the ship', Georgina said.

   `Pardon?'

   `A streaker.  No clothes, except your shoes.  You have to goto the Upper
Deck, Main Deck, Galley and Armoury and back'

   `I'll get murdered if the Captain catches me'

   `Then don't get caught then', Holly added.

   `OK', I replied, taking off my shirt and kicking off my shorts, freeing
my milky white body.  The girls smirked at me and I poked my head around
the door to see if the coast was clear but got pushed out of the door in
front of Sadie and Moira, who laughed at me.

   `Fuck!', I called out and pegged it down the corridor onto the main deck
and up onto the Upper Deck.

   `Streaker!', yelled Angela, the new girl in Navigation who was on the
Upper Deck.  A few heads turned and I leapt down the stairs and onto the
main deck.  Africa and Tabatha who were both playing cards on the main deck
stood up as I went through and I felt a sharp stinging slap on my arse as I
jumped over their game.

   `I got him', called out Africa.  Without pausing for breath I flung
myself down the hatch and down two flights of stairs before running back
along the length of the ship and through Sigma's quarters.  A number of the
girls were playing a game of some kind and I had to dodge them.

   `What the.....', cried one of them and Catriona stood up to block my
path.  I sidestepped her easily dodging her attempted block.

   I hoped the Captain had left the Galley but was sat at her table
drinking wine with a couple of the commanders when I arrived.

   `I see Tara's training has ended in a punishment', she cried out as I
turned on my tails.  I left the sniggering behind and dropped down to the
Armoury and then back to my room.

   The girls were waiting outside my room for me to arrive, breathless and
collapse on my bed.

   `Captain see you?', Tara asked her eyes lit up.

   `Yes.....but she thinks it is a punishment from my training that you
set'.  Tara giggled as I put my shorts back on and then asked Holly `truth
or dare?'

   `Truth'

   `Coward' I told her.

   Holly smiled at me and waited.

   `How often do you wank yourself off?'

   Holly giggled a bit and then answered quietly as though there was
someone listening in, `Every day'

   `When?', asked Tara instinctively and Holly looked at me.  `Is that part
of the question?'

   I shrugged my shoulders and Holly replied after she shaved herself in
the showers.

   `So...Tara, Truth or Dare?'

   `Truth'

   `How many men have you fucked?'

   Tara looked at me and almost looked apologetic when she answered, `Over
100.  Easily.'

   `Georgina, Truth or Dare?'

   `Dare'

   Tara thought for a moment.  `Take off your shorts, go down to our
quarters and find your favourite dildo.  The wooden one with black handle
and put it in your pussy before coming back up here.  Jacket undone.'

   Georgina's eyes were wide open and we stared at her.

   `Evil fucker', she cried and got up from the bed, tossing her shorts at
Tara.  Georgina was gone for about three minutes when we saw her coming up
the stairs.  Her face was bright red, her checks flushed and clearly
bottomless.  You could hardly see anything between her legs but as she
entered the room but her erect nipples made it clear she was being well
stimulated.

   `OK...John...Truth or Dare?'

   `Dare', I replied and Georgina thought for a moment.

   `Before you do that, I need to pee.  Won't be a minute'

   `Stop', cried Georgina.`John....your dare is to drink Holly's piss'

   `Eeee-ooooooooo', cried Holly but I smiled at her.  Virgina and I had
experimented with watersports years before, and while it wasn't a pleasant
experience I wasn't going to lose a Truth or Dare game to it.

   `OK', I told her and took off my shirt.

   `Why are you stripping?', Holly asked after she had removed her shorts.

   `Because if I spill some I don't want to get it on my shirt', I pulled
out an old blanket that needed washing and laid it on the floor before
laying on to it.

   `Hurry.....I am busting', Holly told me, and I guided her onto my face.

   `Gently', I told her and then opened my mouth, clamping my lips half way
down her slit between her clitoris and her lovehole.

   I felt Holly relax her muscles and her body rose upwards a tad before
warm, salty liquid began to fill my mouth.  Knowing that this would spill
if I didn't empty, I swallowed the vile nectar as she increased the speed
of her peeing.

   `His getting another hard-on', cried Holly as I swallowed for a second,
a third and then a fourth time.  I was getting a hard-on - you couldn't not
do so - a 16-year-olds pussy was on my face - what did she expect?

   Holly's liquid waste warmed my stomach as I travelled down my throat -
like a warm drink on a hot night.  My nose and eyes were burning with the
acrid acidity she was expelling into my mouth and my gag reflex just wanted
to stop drinking.

   Eventually Holly slowed and shook her body slightly to loosen any drops
before getting up.

   `Cabin Boy'.  I heard the Captain's voice from the doorway and looked
over to see her standing there.

   `What is the meaning of this?', she asked.

   I wiped the last of Holly's piss from my mouth and then spoke.  `Truth
or Dare, Captain.  I had to drink Holly's piss'

   Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the room.

   `You are under strict instructions not to touch any girl on this ship
between the belly button and the knees, but if you want to be a
piss-drinker, I will arrange for you to drink the piss of every girl on the
ship'

   My heart fell, I did not enjoy drinking Holly's waste and the thought of
drinking the piss of 41 women on the ship filled me with dread.  `No
Captain.  I don't want to be a piss drinker'

   `Who set the dare?'.

   `I did', Georgina admitted.

   `Tara, please go into my quarters and select a punishment implement of
your choice'.  Tara returned with a stout paddle, about six inches in
length, and four inches long, after which Tara was dismissed.

   Georgina received five swats on her bare bottom for encouraging me to
break my orders from the Captain.  Holly received ten for allowing me to
touch her genitals with my mouth and was in tears by the end of it.  She
dismissed them and then looked at me.

   Already topless from when I was drinking Holly's piss, I kicked off my
shorts as the girls left the room, waiting for my punishment.

   `Your were given orders, and you disobeyed me', the Captain reiterated,
`but I will knock off five swats for the fact that you just drank Holly's
piss as that's disgusting.  You will get five'

   The Captain didn't swat me hard as I put my hands on the cold wooden
wall to my quarters but the paddle stung as it bounced off my flesh.

   `You are a disgusting, filthy little pervert, John', she told me as the
paddle hit my rump for the fifth time.  `Did you enjoy drinking Holly's
piss?'

   `No', I replied truthfully and she smirked.  `Don't let me catch you
with your lips on another girls snatch again'

   `No Captain.  Do you want me to write this up in the Punishment Log?'

   `Yes.....and take that back', she told me holding out the paddle.  `Oh
and John....don't bother trying to read the previous page.  It is locked
away in my log book'

   It took a second for me to comprehend and then I realised.

   `Yes Captain'

   The devious little witch.  Chapter VII: The haul The Captain was happy
to see me in the morning with my breakfast tray and accepted my humble
apology for disobeying her.  She gleefully teased me about it (and the
drinking of Holly's piss) before checking the nightly reports and having
her morning shower.  By the time the Captain had completed her inspection,
including a random pubic hair examination (of which all the girls that she
checked passed), the Sun had disappeared and was hidden by dark
thunderclouds.  A few of the pirates eyed the skies nervously as the clouds
came overhead and as the first drops of rain bounced off the wooden floor
of the main deck, the Captain and Commanders strode to the entrance the
corridor to seek shelter.

   The vast majority of the girls sought cover immediately but as I
sauntered through the cool rain saw Georgina starting to climb up the
ladder to the Crows Nest.  The Captain, who was sorting through her papers
was happy for me to document the results of her inspection earlier.  She
spoke little but any conversation was made in raised voices, what with the
sound of the rain thundering against the walls of the cabin.

   I also tidied her cabin, sorted her clothes out, retrieved her clean
uniforms and brought up a tankard of clean drinking water and lunch, before
she tired of my presence and sent me out to help on the main deck to find
Tara.

   The rain had stopped briefly, but the clouds in the sky were dark and
overcast, and it was only a matter of time before they started again.  The
main deck was perilously slippy but it was the sight of several drenched
pirates that caught my attention.  The clothing already well fitted, was
skin tight and the top completely see-through :- just like they had all
taken part in a wet T-Shirt contest!

   I was disappointed to see Tara, who was busy in the Navigation Room, had
not been caught in the storm, but was cheered up when instead of continuing
my `training', agreed that it was lunchtime and we got a bite to eat.

   After lunch, I ran errands for just about everyone, from retrieving
drinks for the crew on the main deck to helping pull in one of the sails
and giving messages to everyone.  I even had to clean out the toilets on
deck - a job that was not as bad as I first thought it would be.  The sea
air dissipated any smells and they had been thoroughly cleaned by Holly
when in port only a few days previous.

   I was a little disappointed when the Commander ordered me to bring the
girls on deck a fresh change of clothing after another downpour, but did
enjoy the sight of them changing.  My ogling nearly earned me a whipping
from Commander Helen but Tabatha and her crewmates didn't object in the
slightest.

   As the afternoon dragged on, the sky turned darker, and fog began to
appear.  Visibility on the main deck was poor and there could have been a
cargo ship laden with priceless artefacts no more than fifty feet away and
I am not convinced we would have seen it.

   I had barely finished my dinner when Lieutenant Anne asked me to take a
parcel of food to Georgina at the top of the Crows Nest.  The bad weather
in the morning had meant that Georgina had been ordered not to come down
until explicitly told to do so, which I was doing.  She was to come down at
sunset.

   Climbing the ladders in the fog was surprisingly easy, with it cooling
my sweaty body as I climbed and at short distances not interfering with my
vision in the slightest.  The Crows Nest, a faded dot on the Upper Deck was
soon in focus and I was clambering up the last ladder and towards the
trapdoor in the floor.

   `Evening', I said to Georgina as I came up and made her jump.  It never
ceased to surprise me how easy it was to make the navigator in the Crows
Nest jump whenever I joined them in the basket, and Georgina swore at me as
I climbed alongside her.

   Her annoyance at me soon disappeared as I took food out of my backpack
and passed them to her.  She joined me on the floor of the Crows Nest and
eagerly took the pie, chips and beer from my hands and began devouring
them.

   `Seen much', I asked her.

   Georgina shook her head, swallowed half of a particularly big piece of
pie, and then spoke, her mouth still full of food.  `Fluck Kall'

   `Fog, eh?'

   Georgina nodded and I peered over the edge of the basket, not wanting to
continue with what would be a highly one-sided conversation while she was
eating.  I could barely make out the deck on the ship, but could see the
ocean a mile or two away.

   `Heh Georgina.  Why can't I see the ship deck but can see the water over
there'

   Georgina shook her head and swallowed her last bit of food.  `It's all
to do with the fog', she told me, that indicated that she didn't really
know herself.

   I went back to watching the ocean.  I could see fog in every direction
but as I peered into the translucent mist, I spotted a speck on the
horizon.

   `Have you got the binoculars?', I asked and Georgina passed them up to
me while she was happily swigging the beer I had brought her.

   `What can you see?', she asked me as I peered at the speck I had seen,
which through the binoculars just looked like a bigger speck.  I stared at
it for a moment hoping my eyes would make out some sort of shape.

   `Is that a ship?', I asked her eventually as I couldn't make out what it
was.

   Georgina scrambled to her feet and took the binoculars from me.

   `Over there', I told her, pointing to my right.

   `It's a cargo ship.  And its only a mile away......quick lets tell the
Captain'

   `I was told to let you know to stay there until sunset'

   `Shut up and MOVE', she said, dismissing me and pushing me out of the
way.

   I followed her down the ladder and reached the Upper Deck just a minute
after her.  The Captain, Commander Helen, Tara, Georgina and Lieutenant
Anne was all peering out to sea on starboard side of the Upper Deck.

   `It's definitely there', I heard Georgina say.  `John spotted it and I
checked'

   `Right.  Georgina and John....back to the Crows Nest.  I want updates
every hour.  We will strike at sunset so lets try and stay a little out of
sight.  Use the bell or John if you need to get a message to
us........Commander, I want every one of our crew resting and ready to
strike.  Evening's entertainment is cancelled......Tara and Anne, I need
you to steer the boat.  Any problems go to me.  Immediately.  Understood?'

   `Yes Captain', came the response from all four of her crew.  The Captain
spotted me at the base of the ladder and came over to me with Georgina.

   `Nice work, Cabin Boy.  You seem to be a bit of a lucky charm in the
Crows Nest'

   `Thank you Captain', I replied, and less than one minute after I
finished descending the ladder, I was climbing back up it.

   I was at the top in no time and saw the speck easily.  I had moved a bit
closer and Georgina reckoned we would need to alter course slightly.  Using
a bell that was hanging over the side of the basket she rang it four times
with varying gaps in between and then repeated this three times.

   `What were you doing?'

   `Ssssshhhhh', she told me and strained her ears on the wind.

   Then, as clear as day, came back the same pattern.

   `They've got it', she told me, and went back to watching the speck.

   I never had had much to do with Georgina and she looked like an older
version of Tara, but she was completely different.  Tara and Rhona were
very career-focused whereas Georgina was far more laid-back and began
chatting eagerly about herself.  Like Tabatha, Georgina was very much a
chatterbox, and spoke at length about her life.  I felt weird with her
discussing her `conquests' but found out that she was saving hard so that
she could buy a pub in her home town of Cadder.

   She also attended the same school as me, and was only in the year above
me until she left the town aged 12.  One of her friends was my sister and
had she stayed in the town it could have been Georgina instead of Wendy
that had introduced me to the world of the female form.

   Georgina rang the bell periodically in between our conversations as the
vessel drifted away from the cargo ship.

   She also took the opportunity to quiz me about my opinion of Tara.  It
felt uneasy explaining my angst about entering, or at least trying to, a
relationship with Tara, with her given the negative effect it could have on
her career, but Georgina confided that had never seen her little sister so
excited about a guy before.  I still didn't know what she saw in me though.


   `Because every guy she has ever been with doesn't understand the Navy or
what goes on here.  They don't like the weeks away on end, the infidelity,
the whole lifestyle.  And then you come along.  You're nice to her.  You
get on with her.  And you can come packaged up with the Navy and understand
what it is like.  You are her ideal bloke but then you turn her down'

   I fidgeted anxiously and then awkwardly changed the subject.  I didn't
need another lecture on why I was a cock for turning down a date with her.
I tried to get a more information about her punishment from the Captain for
sorting out Holly but she wouldn't tell me anything.

   The Captain has warned them that if I ever find out what was said, she
would report the vigilante thrashing to the Admiralty and let them take it
up properly so I was warned to drop it and not ask Tara.  Grudgingly I
accepted that I would probably never know.

   Before long the Sun was setting and I was climbing down the ladder with
Georgina.  The fog was still heavy, but the ship was clearly in focus now
and the ship would be along side it in no time.  As we hit the Upper Deck
we saw everyone take up their positions on the main deck, awaiting the
signal to pounce.  Georgina gave the Captain a thumbs up and I asked the
Captain if I could have a cutlass.  With little hesitation, she produced a
spare one from her belt and told me to keep close to Tara.

   Tara was crouching down on the Upper Deck and I joined her.

   `You OK?', she asked me as I crouched down.  My heart was beating
furiously in excitement.

   `I'm good', I replied and she smirked.  `I have done this before you
know'

   It took around half-an-hour for the ship to draw alongside our vessel.
The Captain, Anne and Georgina were manoeuvring the giant ship and as it
came adjacent to the pirate ship, three pirates jumped down armed with
ropes to tie the vessels together.

   This ship was considerably higher than the previous encounter we had,
and we only had to jump down half a foot to reach the cargo ships main
deck. With almost no noise, a couple of dozen pirates jumped silently onto
cargo ship and began cutting the sails down.

   `OOOOIIIIIIIIHHHHH', screamed a loud voice from one end of the cargo
ship as I hit the deck.  `WE'VE GOT PIRATESSSSSSSSSSS'

   `Oh shit!', cried the Captain who was only a few feet ahead of us. 
Tabatha and Bridget strode forward and smacked the seaman squarely in the
mouth but it was too late.  Within a few seconds the deck was filling up
with the crew of the cargo ship.  Tabatha hit a young seaman on the nose
and knocked him out almost instantly while Holly slashed an armed member of
the crew across his arm.  It took only a few moments for the rest of the
crew to surrender and the Captain breathed an audible sigh of relief.

   `Bring them into their quarters and lock them up', the Captain bellowed.


   A few minutes later there was just a couple of the merchant crew on the
main deck left who were refusing to move.  The Captain strode over to them
shouting at the top of her voice.

   `GET DOWN THERE OR I WILL CUT YOU OPEN MYSELF', the Captain yelled.  In
a flash, both men drew thick, long swords and one of them took a swipe at
the Captain.

   I had barely time to have got my cutlass in my hand when I saw Tara yank
the Captain out of the way of the slashing sword.  The Captain yelped and
my cutlass in my right hand I plunged it deep into the stomach of the
attacker.

   He dropped his magnificent sword and fell to the ground.  Tabatha had
done the same to the other member of the merchant crew and I saw Commander
Catherine and Amanda bleeding.

   `Help me!', I heard a cry from behind me.  Tara was kneeling down beside
the Captain who had turned the left hand side of her white shirt red with
blood.  `Get me some bandages'

   Sandra passed me one of three green bags she was carrying as she rushed
towards Amanda and Catherine, who both looked seriously hurt.

   I opened the drawstring and knelt down in front of the Captain.

   `I'm fine', replied the Captain.  `Just a little flesh wound'

   `Bloody isn't', I told her as Tara peeled back the white T-Shirt on her
body to reveal a three inch gash.

   `I am still your Captain', she said firmly.  `I am fine.  We have booty
to unload'.  She tried to push me out of the way and I pushed her back
down.

   `If you don't let us bandage this, you won't be anyone's Captain, so
please stop moving until we've finished.', I told her and she screwed her
eyes up at me.  I had a distinct feeling that I would be made to pay for
that outburst.

   The gash inflicted upon her wasn't that deep and it didn't take us long
to bandage the Captain up and stem the bleeding but Catherine and Amanda
had suffered serious injuries.  Sandra and Sarah had taken both of them
back to the pirate ship to treat, while Tabatha and Bridget had hurled the
bodies of the attackers into the ocean.  Two huge pools of blood were
seeping into the wooden deck but the Captain ordered the boxes of cargo
stored in the hold to be unloaded and we began the task of moving over four
hundred tea chests that took two people a piece to move, onto our vessel.
There was so many that some had to be stored in one of the two cells in the
armoury as the cargo hold was soon full and well stocked.

   We were ready to leave and escorting Commander Helen, she did one last
sweep of the cargo ship, ordering the pirates off.  Tabatha signalled that
all of the pirates who left the ship were now back on it and we got ready
to climb.

   `Don't you want that sword?', the Commander asked me as we were getting
ready to disembark the cargo ship.  She pointed towards the weapon the
attacker had used to injure the Captain and I doubled back to retrieve it
from underneath the rigging.  An ornate handle with two crests on it
decorated the two foot sword.

   By the time I was on the ship, Tabatha had cut the ropes, and the pirate
ship was drifting back across the waves.

   The Captain was on the deck and I was relieved to see her looking
healthy.  There was a solemn atmosphere and as the crew gathered round the
Captain, I feared for the worse with Commander Catherine or Amanda.

   It turned out the Amanda wasn't that badly hurt at all but Commander
Catherine had taken an almost direct hit from the sword and had lost quite
a bit of blood.  Lieutenant Iona, who had helped Sandra and Sarah was sure
she would live, but would need some recovery time on shore.

   The mood of the crew lightened considerably and Holly opened the last
remaining tea chest on the main deck.  Peering into it, she burst out
laughing before holding up a huge dildo.  In fact, the entire crate was
full of sexy lingerie and vicious looking sex toys.  It took three tankards
of beer each, before the crew were ready to go to bed and even then it was
in high spirits.  The good news about their comrades, combined with the
sleazy haul had certainly improved the mood on the vessel.

   With trepidation I knocked on the door of the Captain and was ordered
in. She was sat at her desk as I entered and turned to face me.

   `Captain.  I would like to apologise for my outburst on the cargo ship
earlier, but hope you will treat it as a sign of my genuine concern at your
welfare and not insolence or disloyalty', I said sincerely but with my
hands shaking.

   `I will treat it as insolence.....as that is what it was.....but will
accept your reasons for doing so'

   `Thank you Captain.'

   `That does not mean you will not be punished for it'

   `Yes Captain.  May I be permitted to ask how you are?'

   `I am fine', the Captain replied, slightly exasperated.  `Honestly.'

   `Captain....I was wondering if Amanda would benefit from sleeping in my
quarters tonight, as it would help her rest'

   The Captain looked at me and smirked.

   `Yes I think she would.  Go and tell the Commander to have her moved'

   `And Captain, may be allowed to sleep on the floor of your room tonight.
In case you need anything'

   `You may.  But don't think you are getting any sex.  I am too sore'

   `Of course not Captain', I replied and left.

   Amanda was delighted to be having her own cabin and I helped her up the
steps to it, having extracted a clean uniform for the following day before
rejoining the Captain in her room.

   She had already climbed into bed when I arrived, and was ready to set
myself up on the floor with a spare blanket when the Captain beckoned me
into her bed.

   `Remember.......no sex......I'm still sore'

   `Yes Captain', I told her as I snuggled up beside her ensuring I did not
touch her bandaged wound.



   Chapter VIII: Getting lost I woke up at dawn and got ready without
disturbing the Captain.  I was concerned at first by her complete lack of
movement but her breathing indicated that she was fine and so I sought out
the toilet, then a shower, then breakfast.

   The Captain stirred as I came into the room carrying two trays laden
with food.

   `Before you ask, I am fine', she told me as she swung her legs out of
her bed.  The Captain was a little exasperated with me trying hard to look
after her, and when I offered to help wash her in the shower she screamed
that I was a `cabin boy and not a fucking nurse'.  After being threatened
with the whip I was sent to the Navigation Room.

   The Captain appeared a few minutes later and told me to minute the
meeting, but afterwards Commander Helen persuaded her to rest on the Upper
Deck with a chair from the Navigation Room and take it easy, which the
Captain reluctantly agreed to.

   I went to check on Amanda, who was still in my quarters and examined the
slash of the sword she had taken.  It was in her thighs and was quite deep
which meant she had trouble walking.  Sarah saw me in my own quarters and
kicked me out, telling me that I had forfeited them and not to disturb
Amanda again.

   The Captain eagerly watched Tara and I fighting with the rubber-tipped
swords on the main deck and after I lost a few duels on the trot,
threatened to come down and fight me herself.

   The effect of the Captain watching the crew was measurable, with a lot
more activity being done and everyone appearing to be much busier.  The Sun
was out, but kept being hidden by clouds overhead that cast dark shadows
over the ship, but it was cool enough to do physical exercise in without
feeling too hot.

   The first drops of rain hit the deck during our lunch period, and by the
time Tara and I re-emerged from inside, the main deck was completely soaked
and the girls were frantically trying to bring in one of the sails that was
flapping dangerously in the strong wind.

   It took twenty of us to bring the sails in and I was totally drenched by
the time I was finished.  Strong winds made my clothes feel like ice and
blew me around the deck as I tried to walk.

   `Get inside', yelled the Commander and I ran to the Navigation Room,
guessing that is where I would find the Captain.

   Tara scowled at me as I traipsed inside, dripping water onto their clean
floor.  The Captain was sat at the table and smiled at me as I came in.

   `John, get a towel', she yelled across the room at me and Georgina
passed me one from a little stack in the corner of the room.  The faded
navy garment opened out into a huge beach towel that easily dried my hair
and absorbed the worst of the water from my clothes.  I gazed out of the
window at the dark grey clouds lashing water down onto the roof of the room
I was in and couldn't help admire the full force of the storm.

   I was sent on a number of errands that afternoon, through the powerful
storm and to the Commander who was in the main body of the ship.  The crew
had mostly changed and everyone was undercover except myself, Angela in the
Crows Nest and Tara who was steering the ship on the Upper Deck.

   The rain was coming down harder and stronger than before and was
bouncing off the wooden decks but I still couldn't resist stopping and
marvelling it.  It seemed so magnificent and powerful, and I knew that we
were just pawns, bouncing up and down off the huge waves.

   Tara yelled at me to `GET INSIDE' as I sauntered up the steps to the
Upper Deck before she joined us in the Navigation Room.

   `Locked on, still heading in the same direction, but we can't see the
Sun so we will have no idea where we are going', Tara warned Anne when she
came in.

   Lieutenant Anne looked at the charts.

   `We are OK unless we head due South as there are rocks there.

   `The wind is pulling us in that direction, I've locked the rudder on to
go away from them'

   `As long as we stay out of the St Willems Reef will be fine', Anne told
her and Tara left the room.

   `Cabin Boy.....dry yourself', the Captain told me and I took my old
towel that was still damp and removed most of the excess water.

   `What are the chances that we will hit the reef?', the Captain asked
Lieutenant Anne.

   `Low, but possible.  We were fifty miles away this morning but we are
being pulled due South.  If we steer around them then thats fine, but if we
hit them then we'll rip our boat in two.

   `Cabin Boy......tell the Commander to get someone with you ready to do
ship repairs in the hold'

   `Yes Captain', I said and then ventured back out into the rain.

   Less than half an hour later, Tabatha and I were armed with several
pieces of wood, an array of hammers, nails and some sealant, sat on top of
a four feet of ballast.  Access to the ballast tank, that ran the length of
the ship was from a small trap door and ladder in the armoury.

   We could hear the water smashing against the ship but see very little,
with just two little candles for light.

   `I see you didn't show me this when we did the tour', I joked with
Tabatha.

   `I forgot.  Anyway it is a restricted area'

   Africa and Commander Helen kept checking we were OK and that we had not
seen a leak.  Given that were in almost complete darkness I was not
convinced I would see it, but crawled up and down the length of the ship to
check and periodic intervals anyhow.  For the first time since the storm
broke, I felt vulnerable.  We could very well hit the rocks and Tabatha and
I would be surrounded by water.  The lives of my comrades could very well
be in my hands and that too was scary.  What was the Captain thinking?

   Tabatha and I barely spoke as we waited.  The ship was tossing and
turning at an alarming rate, and I had Tabatha nearly fall on me on a few
times as moved around the ballast.  The trapdoor was held open by a catch
and the light from the armoury illuminated the centre of the ballast tank,
but the rest of it was in complete darkness.

   Then I heard it.  Both of us did.  A creaking, splitting sound followed
by a jolt.

   `Fuck!', screamed Tabatha and we both looked into the darkness.  I
scrambled to the side of the ship with my candle, and felt cold water
against my hand.

   `There is a hole, bring me the gear, and better light', I yelled at
Tabatha.

   The Commander appeared at the hatch entrance and Tabatha relayed what I
had said.  My light showed that the wood had been ripped apart and there
was a three foot by two foot hole just above the ballast line.  Water was
pouring in around my knees and was freezing, but was almost oblivious to
this.

   `Come on', I shouted at Tabatha who appeared with three pieces of wood
and some nails.  I had already taken my hammer out of my waistband when I
heard the bang and with Tabatha holding the wood against the hole began to
hammer half a dozen nails in.

   We repeated this on a second piece of wood just below the first and the
water was only trickling around the top of the first piece.

   Tabatha got the third piece of wood she had brought, and held that up as
I nailed that in, before we covered the joins in sealant.  Tabatha crawled
round the rest of the ship and dug the ballast into the centre of the tank
around where we did the repair, but could find no other holes in the boat.

   The Commander appeared and asked for an update.

   `Finished', I yelled and she looked relieved.

   Tabatha and I spent another three hours in ballast tanks before being
given the all-clear.  The Captain wanted them checked on an hourly basis
from now on, but the storms were over and the ship was floating back on the
ocean.

   Tabatha and I were cold and wet.  The water that had flooded into the
tank had settled on top of most of the ballast and as such we had spent
three hours sat in cold, dirty sea water.

   Commander Paula ordered Tabatha and I to have a shower and get changed
into new clothes which we did.  The water was still cold but it did make
Tabatha's nipples stick out invitingly and I did manage to cop a quick
feel.

   The Captain was in the Navigation Room and we entered tentatively.  The
winds and rains had almost stopped and all what was left was a peace and
serenity on the ocean, lit up by bright moonlight.

   `What break have we got?', asked the Captain when we entered, which
Tabatha explained.  The Captain turned her attention back towards Tara and
the chart.

   `The St Willems islands are less than 35 miles away.  We can be there by
dawn', explained Tara and every officer in the room agreed that the ship
needed to hit land to do the repairs.

   `Not the most welcoming of people, but needs must', muttered the
Captain.

   `I'll sleep in here', Tara said when the Captain ordered everyone to
bed. `I might just be needed'

   `Cabin Boy....you can sleep here as well', replied the Captain.  `And
keep your hands of Tara'

   `Yes Captain', I replied and just caught Tara grinning at me across the
room.

   Chapter IX: Landing The Navigation Room was not designed for comfortable
sleeping, but Tara and I managed to use some old bedding, the towels and a
musty duvet to fashion a mattress and bed and we settled down for the
night. Tara was not in the mood to talk to me, being tired and so all I
really got was a warm cuddle.

   The following day, Tara and I were awake and up before the rest of the
crew.  We had a quick shower, used the lavatory and got breakfast before I
woke the Captain, whose wound was still weeping.  I got a small smack for
asking her if she wanted it redressed.

   After the inspection, she called Lieutenant Anne to the centre of the
circle and promoted her to Commander, to take the place of Catherine, until
we reach port.  She then promoted Tara in the same way and told the crew
the ship would be docking in the next hour or two in the St Willems Islands
for boat repairs.

   The island we were aiming for soon came into view, and four jetties in
the centre of a bay, surrounded by the sprawling village were soon in
focus.

   The island cannot have been much bigger than one hundred miles square,
if that, but as we sailed in to take the penultimate jetty spot, lots of
faces started watching us.  We were bigger than the other vessels in the
harbour, and there was a genuine unease in the eyes of the spectators.

   With a bump, we hit the side of the jetty and a couple of girls tied the
boat to the wooden posts.

   `This could get nasty', Commander Helen told the Captain on the Upper
Deck.  `I want you to stay on the ship'.  This met with a volley of
protests from the Captain until the Commander mentioned the Admiralty and
the Captain reluctantly backed down.

   `Take John with you', the Captain told her and Helen nodded.

   Feeling uneasy, I grabbed the sword from the cargo ship, and then
descended the rope ladder with Commander Helen to reach the wooden jetty.

   No one from the village had dared venture onto the wooden pier but a sea
of expectant and anxious faces lined our path to the mainland.  We waited
for a moment, and then Commander Helen bellowed.

   `WE WISH TO SPEAK TO YOUR LEADER'

   A young man pushed his way to the front of the crowd and addressed us
from a number of metres.  `He said he will see you.  Come with me'.

   As we walked towards him, the crowd parted and the man backed away
before quickening his stride up the sandy lane and into the centre of the
village.  The villagers followed at a distance up the hill, before we
turned left in the centre of the village and came outside the largest villa
in the road.

   `Enter', the young man barked, and we went into a large room that was
sparsely furnished.  Faded but still colourful tiles lined the floor, while
the paint on the walls was starting to peel.  In the centre of the room,
sat an older middle-aged man, probably around 50.  His face was wrinkled
and aged, but his clothing was highly unusual.  A shirt, open at the front
to show his well-defined body was an array of bright colours, while his
faded shorts were ripped.  He held a small sword, and was flanked by four
guards, all of whom were topless and were carrying weapons.

   `You think you can just ride in here?', he asked me in an aggressive
tone.  `You think we will roll over for you?'

   `Errr.....No', I began to say, when Commander Helen interrupted me.

   `I am Commander Helen and we are here as our ship was damaged in storms.
We were hoping we could come to an agreement where we repair our vessel in
your port, and reimburse you for any trouble'

   `Why do you interrupt your Captain?', he asked looking at me.  I could
feel the anger rising inside the Commander beside me.

   `I am not the Captain', I replied before Commander Helen could.  `I am
the Cabin Boy'

   `Your Captain does not have the courage to meet me?', the Chief cried.
He turned to one of his guards and ordered him to go and fetch the Captain.

   `I will negotiate only with the Captain of your vessel'

   `Please.....our Captain has been injured.  That is why we are here',
Commander Helen told him and he clicked his fingers at the guard, who
stopped abruptly.

   `Tell me about your ship', he told her.

   `There are around 40 women on our ship....and one cabin boy.  We have
damaged our hull on the rocks and need some assistance in repairing it
properly'

   The chief thought for a few moments and stared at us intently.

   `Caledonian?' he asked and the Commander nodded.  He gave a little smirk
before continuing his deliberations.

   `If I send you away from the port, you will probably drown on the open
seas........which you don't want.  If you stay, I need to have you guarded.
No offence, but you are hardly dressed to be trustworthy.  And that costs
money and time.  Five ounces of gold, or its equivalent and you can stay
for the week.'

   The Commander stared at him in, and then stepped forward raising her
hand.

   `You have a deal'

   `One thing though.  We have village celebrations tonight.  Our
deflowering of the virgins, and I won't have anyone to guard you.  The
entire crew must be present without any weapons'

   `Deflowering of the virgins?', I asked before the Commander could speak.

   `An ancient tradition.  Our girls don't come of age until they have
surrendered themselves to a victorious warrior.  Of course, most of them
aren't virgins by the time the ceremony comes, but it is something all
village women do between the ages of 14 and 18.  Mind you, it's getting
tough to find our male warriors.  The last battle we had was almost thirty
years ago and half of those who fought are now dead.', the Chief looked
solemn for a moment.  `I mean, we have a decent army here, but you have to
have killed one of the villages enemies to qualify and that's the problem.'

   `Couldn't you change the rules?', I asked and the Chief looked at me
horrified.

   `It's an ancient tradition.  Our forefathers would never forgive us'

   `You could start a fight with one of your enemies', I added and he
smirked.

   `We thought of that.  But trade is important.  Unfortunately, a number
of our ex-warriors that are still alive are hardly good in bed, if you know
what I mean.'

   `Chief, that's fine, we will attend', Commander Helen replied to him
before I could continue the conversation.  I took her curt reply to mean
that I should be silent and I let her seal the agreement with the Chief.

   The Chief then collected three glasses of deep red liquid from a young
girl behind him.

   `Toast to our agreement', he said and passed one to Helen and one to me.
As I took hold of the glass, I let my sword slip and it fell noisily on the
tiles.  The Chief picked up the handle, which was nearest to him and saw
the engravings.  Quick as a flash he yelled something in his native tongue
and the Commander and I were surrounded by his guards brandishing knives.

   `Something wrong?', the Commander asked, her face white.

   `IS THIS YOUR WEAPON?', the Chief shouted at me, anxiously.

   `Well yes....well it was someone elses until I killed him'

   `Who?'

   `I don't know.  It was a few days ago and he attacked me with it, and so
I ran him through.'

   `Do you know what this emblem is?'

   I looked around expecting but not wanting to see the same white eagle on
the walls but was surprised to not see it.

   `No.  No idea'

   `This is the sign of the Eternal Angels'

   `Who?', I asked

   `The Eternal Angels were the last tribe to attack this village.  They
came in boats in the middle of night.  Savaged our men and raped our
women.' He pulled his shirt up to his chest and revealed a long scar across
his abdomen that I hadn't noticed before.

   `This is what they did to a nine year old fleeing the village'

   `I'm sorry', I uttered.  `I had no idea'

   `Take off your jacket'

   `My jacket?', I asked, and then complied, sliding the garment down.  He
strode forward and looked at the top of my left arm.

   `No tattoo.....you're not an Angel'

   `No.  I'm a......errr.....just a Cabin Boy'

   He passed me the sword and nodded to the Commander.  I will exchange the
gold with you at the ceremony later.  My boys will come for you all'

   The Commander nodded and we were ushered out.

   `Just one thing.....', I said as I reached the doorway.  `If this sword
is of importance to you, do you want it?'

   He smiled and took it from my outstretched hand.  He started pouring
over it, examining it closely as we left.

   We had barely made it to the bottom of the hill, with our escort, when
we heard running feet behind us.

   `Grandpa says if you killed an Eternal Angel that makes you a victorious
warrior and you must deflower one of our girls', the young boy shouted out
as he reached us.  I looked at the Commander who answered for me.

   `Please tell your father that we will be honoured'

   `What will the Captain say?', I asked her after he left and we were
walking along the jetty.

   `I'll clear it with the Captain.  You just fuck the virgin' she said
abruptly.  `Then maybe we can our boat fixed and then get the fuck out of
here'

   `Yes Commander' Chapter X: Deflowering Emma It was 10pm and I had been
backstage all evening.  31 balls were numbered and in a velvet bag.  Every
ten minutes or so, a bell would sound and the aged gentleman would pick a
ball from the bag and call it out.  I was number 31, and only me as well as
a middle aged man with no teeth were left.  I had seen all 29 men go, many
needing the services of one of the two naked fluffers who were in the room.

   I was dressed in the ceremonial army uniform of the islanders, which was
even more exposing than my usual pirate clothing.  A long bright red tunic
that reached mid-thigh was worn with a red thin cloak that reached my knees
and burgundy long rubber boots that touched the bottom of my knees.  As I
was not a real member of the army, I had no medals and no hat to wear,
which determined the rank of the soldier.

   The bell reverberated around the small room and the hoster fished around
his bag and pulled out 31.  He nodded at me and I got up.

   `Need any help?', the youngest of the fluffers asked.  She had a mousy
brown hair that cascaded longingly over her large bosom.  She peered at the
base of my tunic which was moving with my inflating cock and I shook my
head.

   `I'll be fine.', I told her and strode confidentially out of the small
room and down a little corridor.

   The sound of the arena was impressive as I entered.  Carved into the
base of a hill on the outskirts of the village, there were ten or so rows
of benches from the bottom row to the top, and a huge translucent canvas
pinned overhead.  In the centre of the arena, there were six beds, with one
of them frantically being changed as I entered.

   The Chief was there to welcome me, and as started to introduce me, the
arena fell silent.  All the cheering, bawling and gesturing faded as he
spoke.

   `OUR GUEST THIS EVENING.....AND A SPECIAL ONE AT THAT.  THIS MAN KILLED
AN ETERNAL ANGEL NOT TWO DAYS AGO', he announced, and there was a cheer
around the room.  I could see spent warriors sitting on one side of the
room and they clapped in acknowledgement and surprise as the Chief shouted

   `ONE OF OUR YOUNG LADIES WILL BE DEFLOWERED BY THIS MAN.  OUR VERY
SPECIAL GUEST....BRING HER OUT'

   I turned behind me to see a young girl, 16 or 17, being lead out by two
naked women.  She had shoulder-length brown hair and deep blue eyes,
looking at me longfully.  I was drawn to her shapely curvy body, and
breasts that a fully matured woman would adore.  Her dress, was a thin
skirt, that was as wide as my hand and as flimsy as a feather.  I held out
my hand to her and she took it, walking towards me.

   `Be gentle with her', the Chief mumbled as I went past him.  `She's my
niece'

   I guided her down the steps and towards the empty, clean bed in the
centre of the arena.  In the other five beds, men were plowing the young
women, but hardly any of the girls looked like they were enjoying it.

   `What's your name?', I asked her looking into her eyes.

   `Emma', she whispered as we stopped by the bed.  I kissed her deeply on
the lips and she returned the kiss.  Our tongues interlocking passionately.
I moved my hands around her back and found the clasp for her skirt with
little problem.  It fluttered to the ground, and she surrounded me with her
arms.

   `I ruffled my hands through her hair and squeezed her bottom, not
breaking the kiss we were sharing so passionately.

   She moved her head away.

   `Don't you want to deflower me?', she asked.

   `All in good time', I told her and slid my right hand between her parted
legs.  She sighed as my middle finger ran up her moist gash and I kissed
her again.

   She was not expecting to fall backwards onto the bed but her mewing from
my finger sliding up and down her lubricated slit made me want her and so I
pushed her gently.

   Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I pushed her thighs apart gently, and
began devouring her clitoris with my mouth.  She was unshaven, like all of
the girls I had seen on the island but her hair parted to reveal a
delightful, glistening clitoris that my tongue just needed to taste.

   She was sweeter than anything I had ever tasted.  The initial shock of
falling onto the bed and of her warrior lover burying his face not his cock
into her snatch disappeared as I used my tongue to slide from her opening
upto her clitoris and back again.

   She pushed her pelvis into my face and sighed loudly.  My hands glided
over her thighs and I started teasing her left nipple with my fingers,
rolling it gently between my finger and thumb.

   I was ready to bring her to orgasm, and squeezed the outside of her
labia with my left hand to expose the clit.  With my tongue, I slid it up
her slit until it rested on her clitoris, pertruding happily from its hood,
and then started sucking it gently, so it was between my lips.  She
squealed as lightning flew from her loins, but then I started flicking it
with my tongue and she was screeching.

  
`OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.................AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNN
NN', she yelled, her body bucking ferociously as my mouth continued to
devour her delights.

   UUUUUGGGGHHHH...........NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN', she yelled, her breathing
getting quicker and more furious.  Her body began to spasm as my lips
gripped her clitoris tighter, her fluids dripping off my chin as I devoured
her delicious clit.

   She screamed in ecstasy and her body shook as her orgasm, possibly her
first, engulfed her.

   As she came down from her peak, I crawled onto the bed and positioned my
rock-hard cock at the entrance to her opening.  I looked deeply into her
eyes and she smiled at me, the fabric of my tunic bunched up around my
waist.

   Easing myself gently into her tight hole, I came up against a slight
resistance that my gentle thrusting easily removed.  Emma took a shark
intake of breath as I did it, but was relaxed shortly afterwards and I
began plundering the naked beauty beneath.

   Her hole was so tight that it made my cock tingle like never before.  In
all my years since my sexual awakening, I had never had a dirty liaison
with a virgin, and with just a few strokes understood why they were sought
after so much.  Emma was breathing quicker and quicker.  She was moaning
and grunting with every single one of my thrusts into her.

   She continued to squeal as I rammed my cock into her virgin pussy, but I
could feel my own climax approaching.  I clenched my buttocks to try and
delay it for a bit longer, but the feelings her pussy made on my cock as it
gripped it was just too much for a mere mortal.

   I cried out an animalistic moan and felt my cock begin to spasm at the
same time one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had washed over me. I
was panting as my pelvis muscles delivered my hot babymaking juice to her
and then as I looked deeply into her eyes, could not resist a lasting kiss.


   We rose from the bed to see that we were the last to finish.  Oblivious
to the noise and attention during our sex, it was painfully real.  The
girls from the ship were directly in front of me, and I resisted the urge
to try and find Tara in the crowd.

   The Chief passed me a box of tissues and I took a couple and passed them
to Emma before wiping my semi-erect and filthy cock with another.

   `ALL OF OUR GIRLS ARE NOW WOMEN.  LET US CELEBRATE UNTIL DAWN', he cried
to much cheering.

   The streets in the village were filled with partying inhabitants.  The
tavern in the centre of the main square was providing free drinks to
everyone and the deflowered women were the toast of the town.

   I snatched a few minutes with Emma before she was carried away by her
family, who invited me to lunch the following day - another custom before I
found Tara who was certainly drunk and needed to be carried back to the
ship.

   It was after Tabatha, the Captain and Commander Anne had also been
returned to the ship by myself after drinking too much and collapsing in
the village that the Chief found me.

   `Nice work there, I think she enjoyed it!', he told me as he shook my
hand.

   `Well I certainly did'

   The Chief laughed.  `You know we had 35 warriors last year.....they keep
dying.  Soon the tradition might die out.  We would want you to return next
year for our ceremony'

   I shifted uncomfortably and promised him that I would if I could.

   `One thing.....', I asked.  `Don't any of your girls get pregnant?'

   `Several', replied the Chief.  `Greatest honour the girl could have. 
Carrying the child of a warrior.  We had four last year'

   `Four!', I exclaimed and he smirked.  There was some shouting behind him
and he looked up the hill'

   `I'll see ya tomorrow, kid.  Take care!' Chapter XI: Help at hand The
following day started weirdly.  I folded the Ceremonial Uniform up and put
in the bottom drawer in my room.  Amanda was still sleeping there, but I
managed to get in to get a spare change of clothes without disturbing her.
Walking through the ship it was clear that I was the only one awake and the
Captain asked me to `fuck off' when I brought her some breakfast and two
tankards of cold water.  I left them on her bureau before descending the
ships ladder and walking into the village.

   There was not too much activity in the village either.  Barrels of Mead
had been drunk last night and there were even a few souls sleeping on the
beach including a couple of naked girls.  I took a leak at the end of the
beach and walked back into the village square, meeting a couple of the
shopkeepers who were opening up after the night of revelry.

   The baker and butcher offered me a free breakfast pastry after I helped
him get his shop ready and the tailor was eager to sell me a `more
suitable' outfit than the one I was wearing.

   By the time all the shops were opened I meandered back to the ship
expecting to find the pirates awake but they were still fast asleep.  My
trip down to the sleeping quarters saw that a couple of the pirates had
pissed themselves in the night, while one had clearly satisfied herself
last night with a discarded dildo on the floor.

   A dripping wet, naked Holly made me jump as she entered the room.

   `Quite a night, wasn't it?', she asked me as she wrapped a towel around
her and I agreed that it was.

   `No stamina.....some people', she muttered as she left and went in
search of food.

   Bored, I went back down the jetty and began helping a couple of
fishermen leave port before given a couple of local lads a kick around on
the beach.  Feeling like this was a lazy day on a summer holiday, I almost
felt guilty when Emma appeared and told me to be at her house by noon for
lunch.  I kissed her goodbye and went back to the ship.

   The Captain woke at quarter to twelve as I was leaving the ship.  I
explained about my lunch and she groaned and turned over in bed.

   It occurred to me that I had no idea where Emma lived, and asked a young
girl who was at the end of the jetty.

   `This way', she called and skipped off.  I had to run to keep up with
her, but she led me to a small wooden house on the other edge of the
village overlooking the beach with an untidy front garden.  Striding up the
path, I knocked confidently on the front door and awaited for Emma, dressed
in skimpy casual clothes to open the door.

   `Come in', she said and led me into the dining room.  There were nine
chairs cramped around a small table with a women, wearing an apron running
in and out.  Emma guided me to the furthest chair at the head of the table,
with Emma next to me.  I recognised the Chief at once, and guessed the
other older gentleman must be Emma's father.

   I held out my hand to him and introduced myself, before shaking hands
with her two older sisters, and one younger sister.

   `So tell us....', the eldest sister, Florence said, `....did you enjoy
it?'.

   Emma went bright red and squeezed my knee under the table.

   `That's a personal question....', I told her but Florence laughed.

   `I hated my deflowering', she told her.

   `I hated mine', Alice added.  `And I got pregnant'

   `It was....errrr.....ummmm......it was really good', Emma admitted.

   `You are making our guest uncomfortable', Emma's dad warned Florence.

   `It's only sex Dad'.

   `Mind your tongue', he warned her.  `You are not too old for a spanking
young lady'

   Florence sighed and looked away from the table.

   Emma's Dad then began to quiz me, wanting to know all what I had done to
qualify and then about my life.  I spared him the bits about joining the
pirate ship and who was running it, as well as the promiscuous lifestyle
that I led, and by the time I was running out of acceptable things to talk
about, Emma's mum brought in the meal.

   It was a hot meal - something I didn't have too often and was
beautifully cooked.  The family said a weird sort of grace, devoting the
meal to all the grandparents and people who were no longer with them,
before Emma's Dad dished up big chunks of lamb, thick roasted vegetables
and lashings of gravy.

   I was passed my meal first but waited until everyone had a plate before
beginning.

   The Chief became very talkative during the meal, and the noise from the
dinner table became louder and louder as everyone fought to make themselves
heard.

   After dinner, we retired to the lounge and Emma's mum returned with a
tray of drinks.  I chatted at length with her Dad and found out that he was
the local shipbuilder.

   `I don't suppose you could give us a hand fixing our boat, could you?'

   `I kind of figured that you would want help', he told me.

   By the time the afternoon had finished, we were all too drunk to do much
else and I staggered back to the ship at nearly 6pm.  The Captain was in
the Navigation Room talking earnestly to the three Commanders about how the
ship was going to be repaired when I burst in and staggered in the doorway.

   `Captain', I called out over Commander Helen.  `Emma's Dad said he will
help us with the ship.  He is a shipbuilder'

   `He's pissed', Commander Anne said, stating the obvious and looking at
the Captain.

   The Captain stared at me for a good few moments before sending me back
to my quarters to sober up.  It took ten minutes before she burst in, whip
in hand and towered over me.

   `What the fucking hell are you playing at', she shouted and snatched the
tankard of water out of my hand.  `Explain yourself'

   My hands trembling I recounted the afternoon....well the bits I could
remember....including the help offered by Emma's family.  She blinked for a
few moments before dragging me to my feet and told me to take her to his
house.

   It took a couple of attempts to find Emma's home, but eventually the
Captain and I were soon knocking on the front door, and the Captain went
inside, ordering me to stay outside.  I strained my ears to the wind, and
heard laughter within a minute, and the Captain returned to darkening
evening considerably later.

   `Well....', the Captain said to me as we walked back towards the
harbour, `....you have just managed to avoid a damn good thrashing'

   Chapter XII: A good trade Turned out Emma's dad had reiterated his offer
to the Captain as a thank you for my deflowering of his daughter.  He asked
that the Captain give him a handful of the girls to help him and the rest
to help the Chief around the village which she was only too happy to do.

   The following morning, Delta (Lieutenants Chrissie and Charlotte, and
Seawomen Kathryn, Amanda, Tabatha, Africa and Holly) were joined by Emma's
father and his assistant on the jetty.  Their first task was to move the
ship inland onto the dry dock, but along with all the Lieutenants and
Seawomen, I was told to report to the town hall.

   Our first task was to help repair the local secondary school.  Around
300 kids were taught here, but the wooden structure was decrepit and in
need of repair.  Aided by the caretaker, we were soon repairing the roof,
painting the walls and sanding the floors.  Bridget and I moved hundreds of
planks of wood, and we both got so hot under the fierce sun that we were
topless before midday.

   We were not the only people to be stripping and we got quite an audience
with the curious teenagers happy to ogle us during their lunch breaks. 
Sadie and Georgina offered to strip totally for the afternoon if the group
would help us paint the wall and by the time the lessons were due to start
again, there was one painted wall and two naked pirates, save for a touch
of paint on bronzing flesh.

   It was good to be doing things again and by the time the lessons
finished, a couple of the lads felt confident enough to try their luck with
the pirates.  This confidence soon spread and before the day was out, half
the girls had dates for the evening and the school was almost
unrecognisable from how it was earlier in the day.

   The Galley staff were not able to cook while the ship was being moved or
repaired so we were all treated to a cracking supper at the Town Hall. 
Sandwiched between Tara and Georgina at dinner, my hands were soon touching
the younger girl under the dining table and as soon as we had all helped to
clear up the Town Hall, Tara and I were running inland to find an secluded
spot.

   The small wood on top of the hill provided ample cover and diving into
the undergrowth, Tara and I were hastily stripping each other.  She had
barely pulled my shorts off when I was thrust backwards and her mouth
descended onto mine.  Her hands gently stroking my fully inflated cock, our
tongues became entwined passionately.

   I moved my hands up her thighs and began to run them along her slippery
gash.  She was sopping wet and mewed everytime I touched her.

   Tara then adjusted herself and began to lower herself onto me.  I waited
expectantly for her slide down my expectant cock and was not disappointed.
Her breasts juggled enticingly as she rocked back and forth, and I had to
fondle them.

   She barely noticed my wandering hands as her body pivoted on my erect
member powering ecstatic sensations deep into me.  Clamping her nipples
between my thumbs and forefingers, and then rolling them caused her to sigh
in pleasure and she began breathing deeply.

   `Oh god.....', she cried as she thrust her body forward, her head pushed
back.  I could feel my own orgasm approaching and began to rhythmically
thrust upwards.

   `Uggghhh.....Ahhhhnnnn......AHHHHHNNNNNNN....', Tara squealed, her
passionate vocal emissions escalating in pitch and volume.

   With one last powerful rock forward, she froze for a second before
exhaling forcefully and slumping forward, panting furiously and mewing
loudly.

   The feeling of her body squeezing against mine, was enough to trigger my
own orgasm and I gleefully pumped my juice into her unprotected body.

   Tara looked into my face and then kissed me deeply again.

   `Don't tell the Captain', she whispered and I promised I wouldn't,
before she happily cleaned my cock with her warm, inviting mouth.

   We lay naked in the undergrowth, watching the Sun descend behind the
hill opposite.  The sky was lit up with a variety of vivid colours and I
just enjoyed Tara's company.  I was still convinced she was out of my
league.

   An hour later, and after Tara had made me clean her up with my tongue we
were frantically searching for our clothes.  The warmth from the Sun had
disappeared and a chilly breeze was blowing across the hill.  My shorts and
shirt were where I left them but Tara could not find her clothes at the
entrance to the clearing or strewn in the bushes.

   With light fading, I offered her my shirt, but it barely reached her
belly button, and much less her pussy.  Despite Tara's protestations she
has to walk through the village half-naked to reach the ship.

   Tara's hope that she wouldn't be noticed was almost fanciful.  The
streets were awash with activity with every young male hoping to bag a
female pirate for the night.  Although the girls were feisty and violent on
the open seas, the attention paid to them by fawning boys in a foreign land
meant that many were happy to offer a night of debauchery.

   We had barely walked the one mile to village and passed two other
couplings engaging in outdoor sex in the undergrowth.  Tara kept trying to
keep to the shadows.

   `I am a Lieutenant you know.  I should make you give me your shorts',
she threatened.

   `Acting Lieutenant', I corrected her.  `Do you want them?'

   `It's OK.  We'll be at the boat in five minutes'

   We took a slightly longer route around the village to avoid the revelry,
the noise of which carried far in the evening.  Tara got a couple of looks
from drunken women returning home and even a lewd proposition from some
teenage boys playing out the front of their house but it didn't take long
to reach the ship.

   The Captain was waiting on the deck, staring at the stars when Tara
hauled herself over the top and onto the ship.  She clapped eyes on Tara's
bottomless attire immediately and looked puzzled somewhat.

   `They were stolen', Tara answered the Captain before she even asked the
question.

   `Some trophy for a teenage boy perhaps', the Captain ventured and then
sighed as I climbed aboard.  `I might have known'

   `Evening, Captain'

   `I trust that your rendez-vous was on land and not on this boat', she
asked us and we responded truthfully.  `Because, you are not permitted to
touch other women on this boat, Cabin Boy'

   `Yes Captain', I replied.

   `Good.  Now help me back into my cabin'.

   The Captain was soon laid in bed, although she insisted she would get
undressed by herself when I was gone.  She ran through a couple of orders
for tomorrow and then wished me good night.

   The following day, the Captain was keen to get the boat in order, and
the first two hours of the day before breakfast, she had everyone cleaning
their quarters and shared areas.  I was cleaning the Captains quarters,
showers and my quarters before she got Holly to come for me and we went
inland to get some food.  The Captain was insistent she needed no help on
the rope ladder but could see she was struggling.

   Breakfast was a muted affair.  It was 9am when it was finished and the
Captain sent Delta to help repair the boat with Emma's dad, while the rest
of us was to report to the Chief.

   He was a little overwhelmed to have 30 women bearing down on his villa,
but before long we were all out on various jobs.  The Captain was keen to
ensure Tara was at the other end of the village to me, and the Chief asked
myself and Seawoman Africa to report to the farm on the eastern edge of the
village.

   It was warm as we walked down the road.  Africa wanted to know what Tara
and I got upto the previous night and was a little annoyed when I wouldn't
recount the evening.  She knew though.  We all did.  I knew she got roundly
fucked on the beach by a couple of teenage boys.  She knew I screwed Tara.
Why she needed it spelling out, I didn't know.

   The Farm was a ramshackle building surrounded by crops.  Voices emanated
from one field and we tried to locate them in the forest of wheat.  Africa
introduced ourselves to three topless men scything down the wheat.  The
elder gentleman identified himself as the farmer, Andrew with his son, Rob
and farmhand, Mike.

   Rob was a mere younger version of his father.  6ft tall, big burgeoning
muscles and strong blue eyes.  Mike was black and had big muscles too and a
grin that stretched from ear to ear when he saw Africa.

   `This isn't women's work', Rob told his father, and I saw Africa well
up. `Give her the hay rake'

   `Give her a go.  We have a big field to go through', the farmer told her
and walked over to the horse-drawn wagon.  He pulled out a huge scythe and
passed it to me, before getting a slightly smaller one and passed it to
Africa.

   `You used one before?', he asked and we both shook our heads.

   `Right, if you hear "DROP" then you stop scything.  We all scythe
together, and then we collect together.  You're a couple of feet from
everyone else and we move up the field together.  To scythe you bring it
downwards against the wheat at bottom, you see?'

   He swung the scythe at the base of the plants and they collapsed in on
the scythe.  He shook them free and then hit the next clump of wheat, and
the next.  He then called out `DROP' and watched for his son and farmhand
to rest their tools against some wheat and then began to pick up the wheat,
loading it onto the wagon.

   A few moments later Africa and I were scything on our own.  I was at the
end of the field, adjacent to the road that we had walked up and furthest
from the wagon.  The scythe came down heavily and smashed through the wheat
leaving just tiny stalks sticking up from the ground.  A few more hits
before the farmer called `DROP' and I was gathering the wheat in my arms.
It was heavier than I thought as I staggered to the wagon, which was
filling up fast.

   I heard horse hooves approach and a girl got down, unhitched the horse
from an empty wagon before hitching it back up to the full wagon which
disappeared towards the battered farm.

   I was soon stripping off, as scything was back-breaking work.  I enjoyed
being out in the fresh air, and the day was nowhere near as warm as it had
been the day before, but I was starving when the farmer said to break for
lunch.  We had cleared over half the field and had had several wagon loads.


   Lunchtime at the farm was a chaotic affair.  The farmers' wife, a stout
woman welcomed everybody into a stuffy barn where there was a huge spread
of food.  Bread, apples, cheese, cooked meats, vegetables and a few pots of
cider were on the table, with upturned crates, barrels and haybales being
used as chairs.

   Over lunch Mike and Rob teased me about my muscles.  Nowhere near as
prominent as either of them, but still topless, we got some wolf-whistles
from the girls at the table.  One of them weighed up,Rob's superior
physique against my warrior status, and not getting a decision, we left to
continue working.

   Africa and I kept up with the Mike and Rob but by the time afternoon was
giving way to evening, we were knackered.  We had cleared two fields in
total and Andrew returned quite impressed with the amount of wheat scythed
down.

   He asked if Africa and I would be back tomorrow, and we both said we
didn't know before I turned and went down the lane.  Africa wanted to stay
for a bit, and was eyeing up the lads so I didn't stay to watch her tout
herself and ambled down the hill.

   My muscles ached all over from the back-breaking work that I had being
doing all day.  I was looking forward to something to eat and an early
night, but this was dashed when Emma and one of her sisters came running up
the hill to meet me as I was about to descend into the village.

   `Come with us', Emma called and pulled my arm.

   `Why?'

   `You'll see', Instead of walking down the hill to the village centre I
was pulled to the small school that we had renovated earlier in the week at
the top of the hill.  Emma told me nothing and just prodded me towards our
destination.

   `Go inside', she told me to the small hall that the classrooms
surrounded.

   I gingerly peered inside to see a dozen or so teenagers.  Mats were
strewn across the floor but no-one had acknowledged my presence yet.

   `I got him', Emma called out as she followed me, and there was a small
cheer in the room.

   `Pardon?'

   Emma turned to face me.  `OK.  What you did to me when you took my
virginity, we hadn't seen before'

   `Sex?', I asked her looking perplexed.

   `No the licking me bit'

   `Ahhhh....', I said.`Going down on you'

   `Yeah...that.  I really enjoyed it.  Everyone could see I did and I want
to know how you did it.

   `And we want our boyfriends to know', a short ginger girl at the front
added.

   `It is really simple', I told her, `But it would be easier for everyone
if you shaved.  You can see whats going on down there.

   `That's what your girlfriend said today and she gave us a razor', Emma
told me and she lifted her dress up to reveal a fully shaven crotch.  A few
other girls agreed with her, and I could guess that every girl in the room
was now shaved.

   `I can show you what I do', I told her, `but its not necessarily
perfect'

   `That's what we want', the ginger girl replied.

   `You going to be my model then?', I asked Emma and she smiled as she
hauled her dress over her head to be naked from her boots up.  She sat
herself down on the mat and I knelt down next to her, spreading her legs
wide.  She sucked in some air as I pulled apart her lips.  Everyone
gathered round to see and got quite close to Emma who was going a bit red
by this point.

   `Ok....without wanting to be patronising, this is the hood of the
clitoris at the top of her slit here, and if I just put a little bit of
pressure on here.....its the clitoris.  This is THE most sensitive part of
her body.  Touch this right, and she will love you forever.  Get it wrong
and it feels awkward or gets very sensitive and uncomfortable.  When she
gets the horn, it gets bigger'

   `Just like your cock', Emma's sister asked, and I nodded.  `Only not
quite as big'

   `This here, is her slit.  Gets nice as slippery when she gets going'.  I
turned my head to Emma.  `Are you horny?'

   She bit her lip and went even redder.  `A bit'

   `You're very horny.  Like being exposed do you?'.  Everyone laughed at
this except Emma who went even redder.  I was getting into my stride and
quite liked the idea of being a sex tutor!

   `Well the gash here, sliding your tongue up and down is nice but not
going to set off any fireworks, but here.....here is the opening to her
pussy.  Flicking your tongue here....poking up her....she'll thank you for
that.  And if I just slip a finger or two in, until my second
knuckle.....face my fingers upwards towards her belly button and rub her
insides gently, I will hit her G-Spot and if she is very aroused, she will
see stars'

   Emma was beginning to pant when I withdrew my fingers and did the same
motion in the air.

   `Lastly we have the perineum and butthole - rim her butthole and if she
is into it, she'll love you'

   `Eeuuuhhhhh', cried out one of the lads.  `I don't want to stick my
tongue up there'

   `But you do want her to stick her lips around your cock?', I asked him.

   `Well....'

   `You don't have to do anything but if it makes her happy, then why
not?', I asked him.

   `Now I love the girl to be on top personally, but as you wont be able to
see or hear anything I'll do it like this.  I quite like to fondle her tits
while I am going down on her and roll her nipples against my fingers. 
First technique....a simple lick.  Starting off at her hole, up along to
her clitoris and back along the outside of her lips, and then repeat.  Like
this'

   I moved myself in between her legs and moved my tongue up her slit and
around her clitoris and then back again.  I know I obscured the view of my
`pupils' but Emma's mewing indicated that she enjoyed it as I repeated it a
couple of times.

   `Thats from the hole to the clitoris and back again.  Once she is warmed
up a bit, we then look a bit more at the clitoris.....Emma, if this is too
intense, let me know and I will get you hornier'.  Emma nodded and I
continued.  `Some girls need to have their clitoral hood pinched slightly
or their lips pulled apart, but when the clitoris is exposed we can flick
it.  You don't have to focus on the clitoris just keep returning to it and
flick it more forcefully as she gets wetter.  Like this'

   With great care, I pulled apart her lips and began to flick her clitoris
gently, exploring the other parts of her pussy and then returning to flick
it again and again.  Emma was gushing at this point and a large pool of her
juices were collecting at the base of her body.  She was considerably
sweeter than just about every girl I had ever gone down on, and I couldn't
resist her innocent charms.

   `We can then do a couple of things - either kiss her clit or suck on it.
I like both - a quick kissing action with lips only works wonders, but I
also like to suck on her clit.  Expose it, wrap your lips around it and
suck gently, flicking the top of it with your tongue.  Like this'

   I pulled her lips apart again and clamped my lips around the base of her
clitoris and began to suck, flicking the tip of her clit with my tongue.

   In an instant, Emma began to writhe, buck and then started crying out in
filthy pleasure as my tongue dashed across her clitoris.  I slid my finger
into her hole again and began to play with her G-Spot.  She came
immediately.  At that point and with the force of a hurricane.

   `Agggghhhhhhhh-------------------', she squealed, her voice echoing
around the hall.

   I sat up and looked at the group.  `Notice the gentle G-Spot massage as
I tongued her clitoris.  Now I can also poke the entrance to her hole which
she will find enjoyable.  Simple lapping movements concentrated over her
entrance.  I performed the lapping action in thin air and then reapplied
myself to the aroused girl in front of me.

   `Ahhhhh.....Ohhhhhh...Uggghhh', she groaned as my tongue darted across
her hole.

   `Now lastly, the butthole.  I am not going to do this, as once your
tongue has been there, don't put it back on the clit until you've washed
your mouth out as it isn't great for keeping your girl disease-free, but
simple circular motions will make them wild.  And that's all you need to
know.'

   `Can we practice?', asked the ginger girl and Emma nodded.  `I think I
need another demo', Emma said.

   `I think you should find a boyfriend', I told her and she sneered at me.

   The room was quickly awash with eleven couples engaging in cunnilingus.
Most of the girls sat astride their partners faces, but a couple choose to
do with the girl laid back.  The air was thick with the scent of horny
girls in no time, and the sounds of one orgasm quickly gave way into
several.

   I gave Emma a quick couple of orgasms before helping her to her feet. 
She put her dress on and we walked round.  It took about an hour before I
could go.  Several girls wanted me to demonstrate on them before leaving
and I couldn't turn them all down!  It took a couple of gos to explain the
idea of a creampie - and could see the eyes light up on the girls and faces
screwed up on the boys.  Was I ever that squeamish about sex?  I thought
and hoped not.

   Emma gave me a deep kiss before I left, but I escaped to get something
to eat before it got too late.

   I managed to get some scraps of dinner from the Town Hall and then went
on board the ship.  The Captain was there but most of it was empty.

   `Decent tide and wind first thing tomorrow morning', the Captain told me
as I climbed into the ship.  `We are ready to leave'

   `Yes, Captain.  Do the crew know?'

   `Yes, we told them over dinner, but you weren't there.  Tara is looking
through the charts planning our departure now'

   `Sorry Captain.  I was...er...detained.'

   `I'm sure she was worth it', the Captain told me coldly and I didn't
have the inclination or bravery to correct her.

   `How is your wound?'

   `It is fine'

   `I was...', I started but was interrupted by the Chief calling up from
the side of the boat.

   `Can I come on board' , he called up and I looked at the Captain.

   `The Chief, Captain'.  She nodded.

   `Yes, do you want a hand', I shouted down, but he was up the rope ladder
in a few seconds flat.

   `I was hoping for a few moments of your time.  Alone', the Chief asked
looking at me and the Captain.

   `Certainly.....my quarters', and I left them alone.

   Tara was busy in the Navigation Room and barely registered my presence
when I entered.

   `Did you show them?' she asked not looking up from her chart after I had
entered the room and stared at her for a few moments.

   `Of course', I replied.  `I did wonder where they got that idea from'

   `Tara...I just want to say that I am really touched that you took Holly
to task that night and I just hope that you weren't punished for it.  I did
offer to take any punishments the Captain wanted to deal out'

   Tara looked up from her chart and narrowed her eyes.  `I know.  The
Captain said.  She also said that I was not to discuss it with you or
anyone else.  As you know....because Georgina and Tabatha told you so'

   `Yeah they did, I know, but.....'

   `But you just thought I might tell you....'

   `....well a bit.  Bit also to say that I was really overwhelmed by
it.....and I really want to go on a date with you when we reach Hamilton'

   Tara put her pencil down and looked over at me.  Her eyes checking me
out.  `What's to say that I haven't changed my mind'

   `Ummm......well.....I don't know.  If the offer is still there, I won't
be a fool and turn it down again.'

   I was about to leave when we heard a scream coming from below.

   `The Captain', I cried and burst out of the room with Tara is hot
pursuit.  I threw myself down the steps to the main deck and burst through
the Captain's door with Tara close behind.

   There, in front of me, was the Captain naked on the bed with the Chiefs
face buried between the Captains legs.

   `Sorry', I said as they both looked at me.

   `We heard screaming', Tara told her and we hastily left the room before
the Captain could say anything.  Chapter XIII: Lisa The Captain was awoken
at dawn by myself and massive spread of food.  I was preparing myself for a
hiding for bursting into her room, but she said nothing and was in a good
mood so I wasn't going to drop myself in it by apologising and reminding
her.

   Tara and I had heard the Chief and the Captain at it for the most of the
evening and it had me incredibly horny but Tara could not spare the time to
go inland for a quickie.

   By the time the Captain was fed, showered, shaved and then dressed it
was approaching 8am.  Most of the ship were awake and there was a good buzz
of activity on the deck.  Tara requested that we leave in two hours to
catch the right tide and the Captain stood on the Upper Deck surveying the
mass of bodies eagerly preparing for the ships departure.

   By 9:30am the entire village had lined up on the beach to see us off. 
The Chief had come aboard one last time to thank the Captain for all the
hard work we had put in to helping around the village and I could see Emma
and her friends at the front of the assembled pack waving at me as I looked
overboard.

   It took twenty minutes, and a solemn promise from the Captain that we
would return, before the Chief left the vessel and we could set sail again.
Tara reckoned with a good wind we would be in Hamilton within two or three
days and in just fifteen minutes the little island became nothing more than
a full stop on the horizon.

   The Captain skipped her inspections but did take to watching over the
crew.  I had not seen her do this very often but she said that given the
relaxed partying over the last couple of days she wanted to make sure
everything returned to normal and discipline was restored.

   As she watched and barked orders across the decks I was sent on errands.
Little things such as fetching food and water for her, a whip so Kathryn
and Amanda could be punished and relaying messages from the Navigation
Room, that was only a few feet behind her.

   After lunch she told me to help clean the galley and it was quickly
dinnertime before I realised.

   Dinner was a raucous affair, with the Captain checking the pubic hair on
every pirate as she entered the room for her dinner, and many of the
pirates not replacing their shorts or thongs that they had to step out of
until after they had eaten.  The room was very hot and many took the
opportunity to be semi-naked to cool, which did little to dampen the
obvious effects of my hormones.

   The Captain told everyone to report to the main deck after dinner, and
when I arrived with the Captain the big red mat was out.  Lieutenant Ruth
was dressed in the standard ringmaster blue outfit and her giant box of
tricks were awaiting ominously for the losers of the matches.

   Bridget, the stout strong girl was up first and had selected Chrissie,
the gaoler with short brown hair.  On the face of it, it seemed an
impossible match - Chrissie was far shorter and weaker than Bridget, but
both were feisty and headstrong.  The match quickly descended into an
acrimonious farce with Chrissie and Bridget trading blows and not
wrestling.

   Ruth fined both girls their tops, and although Chrissie's breasts were
not small - around a C cup, compared to Bridgets they were tiny.  This
seemed to hinder Bridget as she seemed very self-conscious and began to let
Chrissie get the upper hand.  She responded to Chrissie's headlock with a
none-too-subtle hit to Chrissies breasts, and Ruth disqualified her.

   This caused a volley of insults from Bridget and it took the Captain to
have to step in and demand that Bridget to be incarcerated in the cells for
24 hours.

   There was a deathly silence as Bridget was led away, her anger no less
subsided and the Captain the new recipient for her vile.  I waited with
baited breath expecting the Captain to send someone to retrieve a
punishment device but she stood there passively and then turned her
attention back to the game.

   `John....Lisa....you can fight next.  Any punching and I will have you
both on the rape bench', the Captain warned and I began to remove my boots
and jacket.

   Lisa was a 21-year-old girl who was only 5ft8in high, but with a round,
angelic face.  Her shoulder-length brunette hair was tied back.  I towered
over her, a good four inches taller and considerably more sturdily built
and I had a good feeling about the match.  She was very unlike Tabatha who
was taller, stronger, more muscular.  A wrestler.  Lisa wasn't.

   We faced each other and Ruth started the match.  I immediately took a
step towards her and went to grab her, but she just sidestepped my
challenge and swept her leg towards mine, hoping to knock me off-balance.
It nearly worked, but I managed to regain my balance, just in time to push
her away from me.  In short, she was nimble.

   Very nimble in fact.  Every time I tried to pin her down....to grab
her.....to stop her.....or anything she would manage to sidestep or duck my
movements.  She was growing in confidence with every move I made and was
just waiting for that once mistake that I would make.

   I was getting frustrated.  I could feel it, but Lisa was so slippery and
I tried to almost rugby tackle her.  Her sidestep worked but she left her
knee in deliberately, ensuring that her bony joint hit my crotch.  Pain
flew from my loins immediately, and as I hit the mat, my hands went to my
crotch as I called out in agony.

   Lisa was unperturbed and calmly slid down my shorts to my knees as I
nursed my painful genitals.

   `Lisa is the winner', Ruth called out.  `Nice move'

   `I'm in agony', I told her through misted eyes.

   `You will be', Lisa told me as she began to ferret through the box of
sex toys next to Ruth.

   I saw no point in replacing my shorts as Lisa would soon be plundering
my arse with her chosen dildo.  It took a minute for Lisa to select a
bright green, but fairly small strapon and began fastening it to herself,
without her shorts on.

   A voice appeared from the corner of the assembled crowd.  `I will take
John's punishment', it called out, only just audible above the noise of the
baying crowd.

   `Quiet', called the Captain and there was immediate silence.  `Who said
that?'

   A meek Holly stepped forward onto the edge of the mat.

   `I'll take take John's punishment', she repeated and looked at the
Captain.  `He's taken enough of mine'

   `Very well', replied the Captain and she gestured towards Lisa.  `Take
Holly'

   I scrambled off the mat in record time as Holly began to remove her
thong.  Tabatha was looking after my boots and jacket, which I eagerly
replaced as Lisa was lined up her rubber cock on Holly's slit.

   `Do you want any lubricant?', Ruth asked Holly who shook her head, her
legs visibly shaking and almost a sense of regret in her eyes.  Lisa didn't
let her worry about it for too long as she eagerly slid the small green
strapon between Holly's young legs and into her smooth hole.

   I was focused on Holly's reactions.  I could see her eyes watered
slightly and her face screwed as Lisa began to plunder the 16-year-old.

   Lisa was not taking any prisoners and was soon getting into her stride.
The short smooth strokes were simply to ease Holly in, but before long she
was thrusting the rubber phallus deep into Holly's cunt ramming it in as
hard as it would go.  The rubber bollocks slapped against Holly's clitoris
and made an audible, small thud.

   I think Holly was beginning to enjoy the ramming of Lisa's face cock
into her as she began to pant then squeal with every passing thrust.  The
crowd were happy to abuse her and even the Captain called her `a whore' as
it became clear she was enjoying the public humiliation of being half-raped
by Lisa.  Lisa was certainly about to come, with the nub of the rubber
phallus nestling against her sensitive clitoris.

   I know Holly orgasmed first, but it can't have been by much.  Her
orgasmic scream only increased the abuse she was receiving from the crowd
who drowned out all noise of the sea in the background.  Lisa gave a
satisfied moan as she touched her climax and withdrew from the embarrassed
Holly.  Holly waited until Lisa had withdrawn completely from the mat and
scrambled to her feet.

   `Holly.....your top please!' called out the Captain who had an
outstretched arm out to collect it.

   Holly went red and fumbled with her shirt.

   `All losers will be naked until the following morning, save for the
boots', called the Captain and collected Holly's shirt before throwing at
Lisa.

   `Here have a souvenir' she called out.  `And John, don't you have
something to say?'

   `Yes Captain.....Er....thank you for taking my forfeit', I stuttered at
the naked 16-year-old.

   `Give her a cuddle', the Captain told me, and I took the naked girl in
my arms, her unfettered breasts pressed up against my shirt, and my raging
erection press up against her crotch.  My arms engulfed her and my hands
gently squeezed her buttocks.

   `Excellent', cried the Captain and eagerly picked two more contestants.

   Besides Holly, Georgina (who lost to Africa), Taitlech (who lost to
Tabatha) and Catriona (who lost to Commander Helen) were naked by the end
of the night and as I snuggled up to the Captain she reminded me of what
Holly had done and that I was lucky.

   Very lucky I know but just what was the real reason?  Chapter XIV:
Captain's treat The Captain was awake when I returned naked from the shower
with my clothes under my arm.  Amanda was still in my quarters and I still
had to go in for clean clothes.  I had forgotten to do that prior to my
shower and didn't want to get changed in front of Amanda who was beginning
to stir.

   The Captain leered at me while I did get change and made a number of
rude comments before dispatching me downwards to get her breakfast.  I
returned with a tray of toast with jam and two steaming mugs of tea.  The
Captain had returned from going to the toilet and was busy reading the
reports from the night crew.

   `I should get you to read this as well', she told me and passed them to
me.  `If you are going to be properly useful you should know how to read
these'.

   The reports from Commander Paula and Angela showed that the ship had
made excellent progress through the night.  The strong winds and perfect
tide had meant that we were just 36 hours away from Hamilton.  Commander
Paula noted that the duty crew managed to sleep for most of the night but
she had to discipline Kelly for insubordination.

   The Captain got me to record this punishment in her Punishment Log, and
tidy her quarters while she showered.  I got to the showers just in time to
help shave her before she got dressed and she began her inspections.

   The Captain reminded me of my duty to check the crews pubic hair each
day although I did claim the losers at wrestling made it extremely clear
that they were properly shaved.  The Captain laughed and checked five girls
at random who all passed before she toured the ship.

   Surprisingly, she found nothing untoward and even complimented the
Lieutenants on the excellent state of the vessel before returning to her
quarters to write in her logbook.

   It was a weird morning.  All the crew knew that by tomorrow dinner time
they would be safely in Hamilton and there was understandably much
excitement about this.  I couldn't bring myself to get too excited as I far
preferred the open sea to the built up city but I was the only one who
didn't have a spring in their step or a smile on their face.

   Even Tabatha who got spanked for a minor indiscretion couldn't help but
smile and by the time I had sat through a very happy crew at lunchtime I
didn't really want to spend much time with anyone.  Even Tara.

   The Captain sent me on a number of errands, and I had to help her when
she had her bandaging changed.  The wound had almost healed although it was
obvious that there would be a very visible scar there when it had healed.
By the time I had returned from my latest errand - to the armoury for the
Captain - Tara was talking to the Captain in her quarters.

   `Ahh....John...', the Captain called as I entered the room.  `...We will
be in Hamilton tomorrow and I really don't need you for a couple of hours.
You and Tara go up to the Crows Nest for the afternoon.  Spend some time
together.  Be back in my quarters for dinner time'.

   `Some time together?', I asked her incredulously.

   `What I mean is, I don't care what you do to each other.  Just keep an
eye out for ships'

   `Come on', Tara took my hand and let me to the door, her smile literally
from her ear to ear.

   `One thing though.  Any item of clothing you discard up there, you don't
put on until you get back here', she said smiling at us.

   `Thank you, Captain', Tara told her and I parroted the same.  We climbed
to the top of the Crows Nest in record time.  The wind wasn't strong and I
had to keep up with Tara.

   Georgina was very surprised to see Tara, and even more to see me.  Tara
sent her down and told her that we would do the shift.  She eyed us both
knowingly and descended the ladder.

   Tara jumped on me the moment her sister had left the basket.  Her lips
were on mine and our tongues were caressing like horny teenagers.  I closed
my eyes and wrapped my arms around her body that was pressed to tightly
against my own.

   I could feel my erection straining at my shorts, and knew that Tara
would be able to feel it as well.  I felt her hands slide down my body and
my shorts fell away with them, my erection straining and then bouncing
back. I couldn't resist and slide my hands inside her shorts to caress her
firm round ass.  Her shorts slid down to her knees, and I could feel her
wiggling out of them.

   We continued with our passionate kissing, isolated from the world in the
basket.  The wind rustled around us but we were perfectly sheltered where
we were.  Tara broke off the kiss and removed her top, throwing it to the
end of the basket.

   `Suck on them', she told me and slid forward so her firm 34C breasts
were invitingly hanging over my lips.  I could not resist.

   Flicking the top of her erect nipple with my tongue she moved her weight
so that it was closer to my lips.  Caressing her right breasts with my left
hand, I began to suck gently on her left nipple.  It was already erect, and
Tara began to moan as my fingers and lips stimulated all the nerves at the
end of her bosom.

   My mouth gleefully sucked on her nipple with my tongue scraping itself
along the very tip of her protruding nipple.  With every suck, flick or
roll Tara murmured.  My right hand began to feel along her stomach until it
reached her shaven crotch and salivating pussy.  She oozed horniness.  Her
smell was recognisable, even amongst the sea air as she arched her back
further to push her nipples deeper towards me.

   I could hear her breathing clearly, her mouth was over my ear which she
was affectionately nibbling.  It became raised, her breathing was raised
and fast.  She groaned and grunted as my tongue and fingers touched her
nipples.  It was sending shockwaves down her body with every touch.

   Tara got too aroused, and simply needed what I was renowned for.  She
simply wanted her pussy to be eaten, and swinging her legs round, planted
her dripping pussy on my face.  She made me take my top off first as she
wanted to see me naked, she said.

   I was in heaven, immediately.  Her scent filled my nostrils and my
tongue darted in and out of her hole, swirling around the entrance.  Tara
immediately began to cry out in pleasure.  My hands wandered to touch her
breasts and began twirling on her nipples.  She groaned and cried out
again. Even louder and began to buck.  Her hips began to pivot over my face
as my tongue gleefully probed every crevice of her.

   I could feel our juices dripping down my chin but was oblivious to it.
She was nearing an orgasm.  I could taste her arousal, I could feel her
body set to explode.

   My hands groping her breasts as well as rubbing her nipples moved faster
and faster.  My tongue and lips caressing her hole and slit began to suck
harder, probe deeper.  She was crying out in pleasure with everything I
did.

   `Oh YES........Oh John....OH........OH......OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH----', she
yelled.

   I continued to lick her as her loins exploded.  I could not stop, her
pussy was just so addictive.  I slid my tongue forward and began to flick
her clitoris.  Her body shaking and jolting with every flick of her
engorged orgasm button.  She was crying with flick of her clit and was
about to climax again.  I could feel it in her thighs that were squeezing
on my ears.

   Her body began to shake and shiver as I went from flicking to sucking on
her clitoris.  She tried to fall forward but my arms stopped her as I was
still rubbing her nipples between my fingers.

   She let out a set of noisy and vocal climaxes, her body shaking with
every one.  I could feel water dripping and then almost squirting onto my
face, in my mouth and in my short hair.

   `I want you', she told me and stood up.  Without thinking I pushed her
forward so she was leaning against the wall of the basket.  Her backside
was unprotected and her opening was easily lubricated enough for me to slip
my erect cock into her pussy.  Her breasts were poking over the side of the
basket, and her clitoris unprotected from my hands.  I reached around and
began to push up and down on her clit, and she began to squeal in delight.

   Her pussy was heavenly.  Not too tight, always well oiled and the woman
fantastically sexy.  Tara was vocal as I rammed my rock hard spear into her
unguarded pussy.  She screamed with every thrust, exhaling deeply and
showing the world she was getting a right good fucking.

   I was so near orgasm, I could feel my semen welling up inside me.  Tara
had already climaxed once, her strong pussy muscles clamping down on my
cock that I was giving her.  I held out for as long as I could but I came,
as strong as Tara's orgasms and pumped my baby batter into Tara's pussy
that caused her to groan in delight.

   We stayed there for a few moments.  Obviously, most of the crew had seen
Tara getting screwed but it didn't matter.  She stood there panting away,
her muscles clamping on my cock and milking it for all the juices it had,
before we disengaged.

   Then we felt it.  A rain drop.  Then another.  And another.  And
another. I wanted to cuddle up to Tara afterwards but we looked up to the
sky.  Bright summers day had given way to a summer shower and were right at
the top of the ship, exposed!  Tara yelped as the cold rain drops soaked
her naked skin.

   `We better get down', cried Tara and without saying anything else she
stuffed our clothes into a bag and began to descend the ladder to the Upper
Deck.

   It took only a few minutes but the smattering of rain quickly turned
into a torrent.  It was bouncing off the deck when we hit the vessel, but
as we ran for cover, we were hit by a mountain of jeers coming from all
over the ship.

   `What was he like', cried Tabatha at Tara as we threw ourselves down the
steps and towards the Captains office.  Chapter XV: The final night Tara
and I knocked on the Captain's door and upon being called in, two naked
members of her crew burst in her office dripping wet.

   She burst out laughing and got up from her bureau.  Looking down at
Tara's thighs that had my cum dripping down it she scraped her finger up
her leg and held it out in front of Tara.

   `You have been a busy boy, haven't you', she said looking at me.  I
nodded, cold and self-conscious.  It was irrational.  I was often naked in
front of the Captain but this time it was so different.

   The Captain put her finger upto Tara's lips, who opened her mouth for
the Captain to insert.  `Lick them clean, you filthy slut.  Enjoy his
taste'.  Tara did as she was told and the Captain guffawed.  We sent out of
her quarters to have a shower each and get changed.

   `What was that all about?', I asked Tara and she shook her head.  We
head one last cuddle outside followed by a passionate kiss.

   `Oh and mind your back', Tara warned me.  `I just got the feeling that
your loyalties must be tested'

   `Why?', I asked.

   `Just a hunch' she said.  `And you don't want to fail'

   The Captain was in a good mood at dinner, and she joked with all the
offices at the Captain's table.  I felt better now that I was washed and
dressed again.  She still referred to Tara as the `dirty slut' when talking
to Anne and I blushed - that didn't go unnoticed.

   The evening was glorious.  The Sun was still lingering in the night sky
and it was very warm.  I was glad to get out of hot, airless galley onto
the breezier deck but it soon filled up.

   The Captain arrived shortly afterwards and sent for the mat.  `There is
to be a special match tonight', she warned and looked at me.  I felt my
heart sink.  Tara vs me.....I just knew it.  It seemed to good to be true
with the Captain letting Tara and I enjoy an hour or two of fun.  It was
just too good.

   I was wrong - well partly.  As the entire crew crowded round the mat I
stood next to Tabatha and waited.  Lieutenant Ruth had donned her usual
blue ringmasters outfit and was waiting for the mat to be set up and for
Seawoman Alice to retrieve the box of nasties for the losers.

   The Captain took centre-stage and addressed her crew.  It had been a
trying voyage she said, and was proud of each and every one, but for the
final night, she wanted to fight.  And she wanted to fight....me!

   My heart sank.  I didn't want to fight my Captain.  She had done so much
for me since I was found on the ship.  Everyone had told me that by rights,
she should have thrown me overboard, but yet here she was wanting to fight
me.

   Then it occurred to me, was this my test?  I was so deep in thought,
Tabatha had to prod me, for me to get ready.  The Captain had already taken
off her boots, and her jacket.  Was this the Captain's way of checking my
loyalty, I thought as I took off my boots slowly.  It had to be.  This was
for me to lose - after a good fight, obviously, so the Captain would
strengthen her grip on the crew and gather more respect.  Lisa aside, I
didn't have a bad record in the wrestling!

   I took off my jacket and passed it to Tabatha.  She was smirking at me.
I think she knew what I was thinking.

   I faced the Captain from the other end of the mat and bowed towards her.
She fixed my eyes with a steely gaze and Ruth started the contest.

   Like so many of my contests, we fell into each other immediately, both
scrapping to try and gain some sort of commanding position.  The Captain
was strong, and was beginning to pin me down when I rolled out of it,
scrambled to my feet, and pounced on her in a rugby tackle.  Landing on top
of her, I scrabbled to grab hold of her shorts, but she managed to push me
off, and we retreated to opposite ends of the mat.

   Sizing each other up for a moment, I became aware of the crews shouting
and jeering.  They were rooting for a victory for their Captain, but I
wasn't an unpopular contestant, as when we came together and I pushed her
on her back there was still some cheering as I neared a victory.

   It was a victory I couldn't take, and instead of pouncing for the kill
by seizing her legs I faked a stumble and allowed her time to regain her
footings.

   I knew that the longer this went on, the more in danger I would be to
doing something I shouldn't and therefore I concluded that I would have to
lose quickly.  Coming together for a third time, I let the Captain
overpower me, and with my neck pinned against the floor with right hand,
she calmly slid down my shorts with her left.

   I lay there panting for a few moments.  I was genuinely out of breath
but saw that the Captain was up immediately, holding my plundered shorts
aloft.  I could hear cheering and some jeering being directed at me.

   The Captain held her hand out to me, and I took it, with her helping me
to my feet.  `Too strong for you, Cabin Boy?'

   `Way too strong for me in the end', I told her so everyone could hear,
and she beamed.

   `Go choose your forfeit unless you want the Monster up your backside?'

   `No Captain', I told her and scurried away to the box.  I choose the
smoothest and smallest strapon that Ruth had - a bright pink affair with a
pink leather harness.  Ruth had squirted some lubricant in my hand that I
eagerly rubbed up and down the shaft of the bright pink dildo and my
butthole.

   `You like pink then?', the Captain cried as I gave it to her.  The dildo
was only about 5inches long and less than an inch wide, but as the Captain
strapped it to her, it looked menacing and vicious.

   `On your back, Cabin Boy', the Captain called out to me and that raised
a cheer.  `I want you to see your Captain as you are fucked'.  I
tentatively laid down on the mat and waited for the Captain.

   `Tara....Georgina.....do the honours please', the Captain asked and the
two sisters stepped forwards, one either side, and each lifted one of my
legs up so they were almost vertical.

   I cried out in surprise as my feet were suddenly hoisted off the ground.
Tara was looking directly at me and I smiled at her.  I didn't expect to
see her smiling back.

   I didn't have any time to interpret any of Tara's body language as the
Captain was ready to penetrate me and take my anal virginity.  I was
relaxed....I had to be as the cold tip of the pink dildo was pressed
against my anus and she was applying pressure.  I closed my eyes and
relaxed my muscles as much as I could.  It felt weird.  Very weird.  But
not unpleasant.  The Captain's fake cock slid into my virgin rectum and I
gave a small sigh.  I could feel a stirring in the recesses of my rectum. A
guilty pleasure I had not experienced before.

   The Captain left it there for sixty seconds or so before gently rocking
back and forth.  I felt full.  Like an incredibly big shit needs to come
out, yet ever so slightly fulfilled in a way I had never ever felt.  I felt
pressures in places I didn't know existed and I could feel my cock become
harder.

   The Captain was leaning over me and began to gently fuck my arse.  She
barked at me to watch her as she did it and I brought me eyes away from the
baying crowd onto her.  The rubber cock was going deep into me, her crotch
pounding against my body.

   I could only sigh, moan and enjoy the experience.  Something that I had
never thought I would ever feel.  My eyes were watering slightly, but it
felt so nice.  My body was tingling with arousal, My rectum warmly burning
an intense horniness that was so adorable.

   And the Captain.  She was smirking at me.  Her Cabin Boy taking her fake
cock to the hilt.

   She pounded my arse again and again and I could not hide it.  I groaned,
screwed my face up and quickened my breathing.  My Captain was buggering me
to orgasm, and it felt incredible.  I felt a hand around my cock and looked
up to see Georgina's fist gripping it.

   `Are you going to come for your Captain?', Tara asked me and the Captain
laughed.

   `Pump it.  Make him come', she cried at Georgina and as the Captain's
cock rubbed against my prostate, Georgina began to pump my cock up and
down.

   It was too much.  Too much for me and within seconds of Georgina
touching me, I could feel it.  The incredible warmth of my loins from the
Captain combined with the direct stimulation from Georgina had me on the
edge.

   I cried out, animalistically and looked up to see the Captain smirking.

   `Ahhhhhhhh', I yelled and felt my orgasm break over me.  I looked down
to see spurts of semen fly from my cock and onto my shirt.  As the Captain
saw my cum hit me she slowed down to a stop and then detached herself, and
her fake cock from my arse.

   `You filthy, dirty animal.  Coming from your Captain dishing out
punishment', she told me, her voice clearly playing to the crew.  `Get out
of that dirty clothing'

   I stripped off my shirt and Tabatha took it.  I stood there naked - the
second time that day I had been naked on the main deck before I was sent to
the Captain's quarters.  The Captain disengaged herself from the fake cock
and then allowed the girls to set up their own contests before joining me
in her quarters a few minutes later.

   She threw me my shorts and boots and sat down at the bureau pulling out
her log book.  Contained within was four pieces of paper that were covered
in her handwriting.

   `This is my report to the Admiralty for this voyage', she explained. 
`....and this bit is the bit I need to fill in - Personnel.  Or what
happened to the crew.  Or more to the point.  What happened to you, Lisa
and Holly.  You know the Admiralty are going to pay extra attention to what
you do, and after the last voyage with the trial I thought I would set you
another test to see where your real loyalties were.  To yourself.  Or to
me.'

   `To you, Captain.  Always', I told her truthfully.

   `I know.  I thought as much after we encountered the cargo ship earlier
in the voyage, but I needed to be sure.'

   `So that match was a test', I asked her, still standing there naked. 
The Captain had not told me to get dressed and I was not going to presume
anything.

   `Of course it was a fucking test', the Captain told me, barely
suppressing her smile.  `But you passed it'

   `Thank you Captain'

   `Now, piss off as I have a report to write, but remember
something......by keep having sex it will drive up your sex drive......and
I can control your sex life on land as well as on sea'

   `Yes Captain'

   `So don't be too blatant with your lust for Tara or I might just get
jealous'

   `Yes Captain' I told her and left her quarters, getting changed outside
her room.

   Tara was waiting for me on top of the deck.  She was smirking but kissed
me as I reached her.

   `How is my little anal whore?', she asked me in a patronising voice.

   `It was a test, and I passed', I told her but she seemed unmoved.

   `Of course it was a fucking set-up, you retard.  I told you as much',
her voice not breaking into scorn or annoyance but not totally friendly.

   `Oh and she gave me a warning.  Don't be blatant with your lust for Tara
or she might just get jealous.  What does that mean?'

   Tara put her head on one side for a moment and turned to me.  `It means
if you keeping looking like the only person you want to fuck is me, then
she will make it so you don't'

   `Do I do that?'

   Tara looked at me and shook her head.  `You can be a right moron at
times'

   Yeah, Cheers Tara.

   Chapter XVI: Ashore The Captain was awake when I entered her room.  She
was busy reading the reports that had been left under her door by the night
crew and my first thought was that I was late, but she didn't say anything
and I was awoken by the night crew at dawn.

   I had with me a breakfast tray for us and she nodded at my arrival.

   `Morning, John', she called out and passed me the reports.  I took them
and skim read them.  We were to hit Hamilton within eight hours and there
had been no ill discipline during the night except for Holly getting drunk
and falling asleep.  She had been soundly whipped for the transgression.

   `What do you think of Holly?', the Captain asked me as I bit into my
toast.

   `Holly?', I replied and thought.  `Nice enough girl, too immature at
times but good when she gets down to it'.

   `Hmmmmm', the Captain pondered.  `Trouble is....is she right for this
vessel.  I have to submit a report of our trip.  Most of it is written
already, but the bit about Lisa and Holly is causing me problems.'

   `Well.....she is enthusiastic.  And....er....good when she applies
herself'

   `Yes, I know.  But is she OK at 16?  Is young.  And I didn't like her
attitude at the start of our voyage.'

   `It is young.  It would be better if she could gain more experience on
the ship without all the responsibility', I told her and the Captain looked
straight at me.

   `Excellent.', she cried.  `A Junior Seawoman position on each team.  A
finishing position for pirates who narrowly failed their final tests to get
them up to grade'

   `Wouldn't a Junior Seawoman be a Seagirl?', I asked a little flippantly
and the Captain smirked and then continued.

   `We could have three of them.  Holly would be ideal for one of them. 
And the Lieutenants on each team would be responsible for training them. 
At one stroke we bridge our manpower shortage, the training issue and work
out what to do with Holly.  I shall write my proposal for the Admiralty
immediately'

   `Yes Captain'.

   `John....I want to left in peace this morning.  Relay this to the
Commander Anne and then piss off'

   I nodded and left the room with the dirty plates from breakfast.  The
entire crew were excited about making land shortly and the deck was a hive
of activity.  Commander Anne was happy to not have the Captain around and I
was soon running errands for her and not the Captain.

   `Land Ahoy', yelled Georgina from the Crows Nest and there was a rush to
the front of the boat.  No-one would be able to see it immediately, but
before too long, it soon appeared.  I ran to get the Captain who was set to
come anyway and together the entire crew navigated the boat towards the
jugged coastline.

   Hamilton soon appeared and for the first time in many days we docked at
the little plaza outside Portcullis House.  Commander Penny came running
out to see the Captain who greeted her warmly.

   `Good trip?', asked Commander Penny and the Captain nodded.  `Eventful.
Had worse returns', and before long the entire crew were piling into the
platform to await for the train.

   Everyone that is, except me.  I was to wait at Portcullis House. 
Technically, I was not a member of the crew yet, and wasn't allowed to be
unaccompanied on the military base, but could stay as Portcullis House.

   I said goodbye to all the crew and then watched as they left Hamilton,
somewhat lonely.  I was especially sad to see Tara and the Captain leave
but Tara had given me five gold coins before she left - one tenth of the
reward she got from my first haul - to spend in Hamilton.

   In fact, I had little time to feel lonely over the next two days.  The
ship needed emptying and cleaning.  I also managed to bag a pass from
Commander Penny that enabled me to come and go to Hamilton for the day and
with the five gold coins I managed to put four in a bank account and traded
the last one for five hundred florins.

   I spent fifty of these florins at a tattoo parlour having the words
"Property of Captain Rachel" inked on the top of my right arm.  I could
scarcely await the return of the Captain to show her the handiwork of the
tattoo artist, but on the third day I received a letter from her.

   Dear Cabin Boy, We will be returning on Friday.  Make sure the ship is
completely clean as we will want to set sail immediately.  You will want to
know the Admiralty still demand that you accompany the ship and that we
will need two more young girls to take to the seas as a Junior role.  I
will let you choose if you wont fuck it up.

   You will also want to know that Seawoman Lisa, Commander Anne and
Lieutenant Tara got promotions permanently and we will need new signs made
up for Annes quarters and the Navigation Room.  Make sure that this
happens.

   My wound has healed completely.  I look forward to setting sail.

   The Captain.

   P.S.  You are to remain celibate until I return on Friday.

   I re-read the letter over and over, glad for Tara that she did get her
promotion she so desperately wanted, but also that the Captain felt the
need to write to me.
   Friday just couldn't come soon enough.  

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