Cruise Ship Captives

Chapter One Maiden Voyage “Let me speak to the yet unknowing world how these things came about: so shall you hear of carnal...and unnatural acts...put on by cunning and forced cause...all this I can truly deliver.” Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 5, scene 2 Chief engineer’s mate Ralph Everhard wiped his sweating brow with an oil-stained cloth. “Dr. Rawson, sir, you’re the only officer aboard who supports our plan,” he said. The pounding of the engines guaranteed we wouldn’t be overheard on the upper decks. “We all agree you should be our new captain when we mutiny and take control of the ship.” I hesitated on the gangway stairs, scanning the faces of dozens of crewmen. “Are you speaking only for yourself, just a few of the crew, or all of these men?” A six-foot-seven-inch tall, amply-muscled black man raised his brawny hand for my attention. “Yes, Seaman Thorne,” I said. “We’re your men,” he spoke in a deep, rumbling bass. “You can depend on us to follow your orders.” “All of us,” the rest of the men called out above the machinery’s din. “There are some of the crew who can’t be here because of their duties,” Ralph continued. “You can speak to them secretly, of course, if you like, but they are all with us—we even slyly invited a few of the—um—masochistic female crew to join us and they agreed with intense enthusiasm.” He lifted his cap and tilted it in imaginary courtesy. “Lisa, the assistant cook, and Raquel, the cabin maid begged me to be kept on board as part of our—um—collection.” “They volunteered of their own free will?” “Sure. I’ve had both of them sneak into my cabin at bedtime and pester me to strip them naked and tie them down in my bed with my neckties for a night of sex.” “Yeah,” another crewman said with a wicked laugh. “We all want the same thing—lots of helpless pretty girls to play with.” He winked and nudged the man next to him. They and the men around them broke into a coarse laugh and pounded each other’s backs in hearty comradeship. I narrowed my eyelids and scanned their faces again, wondering if I could maintain control of them. One mistake, one slip of the tongue, and we would all finish the cruise chained up in the brig. I stared unblinking at Ralph. “Can I trust you to be my loyal first officer? Can I trust all these men to obey all my orders? Remember, as a doctor, I’ll be responsible for the health of these girls, both physical and mental. I can’t let you get too violent and push these girls over the edge into insanity. Most importantly, I don’t want any of you men to get carried away with violent lust and accidentally kill some girl.” “Aye, Captain!” they all shouted, too loud for safety. The first officer opened the upper gangway door and entered, scowling down at us. “What’s going on down here?” “Just giving the crew a pep talk,” I lied. “There has been some complaining among the crew.” That much was true. “I’m trying to avoid trouble during the cruise.” “You’re just the ship’s doctor, Rawson, and I’m First Officer Harper. If a pep talk is needed, I do the talking. Get back to your pills and cough syrup.” He frowned at the silent men. “More likely, these troublemakers just need more discipline, is all.” He jabbed his forefinger at them. “Any grumbling or slackness will be punished. Now get back to your duties before I report your laziness to Captain Emerys.” He riveted his eyes on me and jerked his head toward the upper level. “Back to your duties on deck.” He turned and disappeared through the door. I nodded, winked and smiled at the crew and scrambled up the ladder behind him. *** I had spent months planning this coup. Night after night I lay awake on my back in bed; hands under my head, staring up into the darkness, listening to the engine’s thrum as our ship stitched a wake of frothy lace behind its propellers. It was a great risk, but would yield the best reward men could seize in their entire life of striving for happiness. Chief Ralph was the first to mention the idea to me. He knocked on my cabin door late one night when the other off-duty officers were asleep. He twisted his cap in his nervous hands and spoke hesitantly: “There’s a lot of banter going around among the crew about a special cruise next spring. Rumor has it that a few hundred fantastically beautiful fashion models will sail with us to a South Pacific island to be photographed. Know anything about it?” “Yes, I overheard the captain discussing it with the first officer, but I don’t know any details. Want me to find out?” “Uh...sir...Uh, I know you are the ship’s doctor, and...uh...you were dismissed from that fancy cruise ship last month before you signed on this ship...” “Not dismissed, Ralph—I was fired in disgrace.” “Uh...some of the men say it was because you...um...took advantage of a pretty young girl in your sick bay.” He crunched his cap in his fingers until his knuckles turned white. “Did you?” “She fell and cut her arm. I had to sew seven stitches in it. She begged me to give her an anesthetic, so I laid her on a bed and chloroformed her. When I finished the stitches, she was still unconscious. I couldn’t resist stroking her breasts and thighs—which were incredibly beautiful—and I fell prey to a tidal wave of lust. I pulled up her dress and pulled off her panties and f****d her. It was sheer ecstasy; the first time I ever f****d a defenseless girl.” I sighed and gestured, “Of all the damn luck, the captain walked in just as I was cleaning my c**k, and stared at the girl’s c*m-smeared thighs. Luckily, he didn’t want a scandal to ruin his career too. But that was the end of my career on a first-class cruise ship. I was lucky to get a job on this ancient tub. The owners were desperate to get a doctor for this floating antique, and aren’t too picky about a crewman’s history or reputation.” “You liked f*****g her that way, didn’t you?” “Yes. It was a wonderful feeling to f**k a pretty girl who couldn’t defend herself from my c**k. I wanted to do it again and again with many helpless girls. Unfortunately, there haven’t been any more opportunities for that.” Ralph and I had struck up a friendship from my first day aboard. Since fraternizing between officers and seamen is frowned on by ships’ captains, we had to be cautious and not give ourselves away. Ralph would often come to my cabin like this for a shot glass of “medicinal” whisky. We spent many hours this way talking about our lives and experiences. Tonight, I guessed Ralph was feeling me out about something that was filling his thoughts and wouldn’t let go of him. “Why don’t you just tell me what you want from me.” “Well, Doc, I’ve been talking with my shipmates—real careful, you know—about my idea—and they all want to be in on my plan.” Ralph sat down on the extra chair next to my bed, cleared his throat and continued. “Think of it, Doc; two hundred beautiful young girls on this ship. We’re way out in the ocean, hundreds of miles from any help, and a chance to...to...” “To what?” I was getting a suspicion about where his story was going, and it seized my fancy. But I had to hear it from his lips before I’d let myself anticipate the excitement. “Come on, out with it.” “Doc, we want to seize the ship, and take the girls for ourselves.” “Mutiny? What would you do to Captain Emerys and the officers—and me?” “There’s talk of making you captain. I...uh...I’m sorry, doc, the men wouldn’t agree to take you in with us until I told them about the girl and how you f****d her.” “But the other officers?” What about them? I won’t agree to harming or killing them.” “I admit, a few of the crew—those with grudges against some officer or other, want revenge. I told them that’s not part of the plan—if they wanted revenge they could take it out on the girls when we capture them.” “That was wise. You’d make a good officer.” “Nah! I’ve got too much pride.” He inhaled a long breath and stood up. “So what shall I tell the men, Doc. Are you with us?” I bit my lower lip and thought a moment. “I’ll say this, Ralph, I like the idea. But it will take a lot of careful planning and luck. I’ll tell you what; I’ll try to find out as much as I can from the captain and first officer without getting them suspicious.” I smiled at a new thought. “My uncle is a photographer. He’s had some problems getting into trouble with his lingerie models. He’d love to be a part of our scheme, and he would bring his young French assistant with him. He’s dying to get into her panties, but she despises all men. This would be his chance of a lifetime to f**k his dream girl.” “Our opportunity, too, Doc.” He tilted his head with a lift of his eyebrows, waiting for me to commit myself to the plan. I softly whistled a long breath. “Count me in. I’m with you.” *** “Hurry, Cathy,” the short, willowy blonde said. “We mustn’t miss the boat!” “She doesn’t sail for an hour yet, the redhead replied. “Relax, Josie, We have plenty of time.” “I can’t wait. Please, let’s go!” Cathy paid the taxi driver and picked up her suitcase full of lingerie modeling clothes. Josie grabbed hers and clutched Cathy’s free hand. “Come on!” She towed her friend across the pier at a trot, their breasts jouncing, their hips swaying in delightful tempo. Breathless from the effort, they joined the line of models and beauty contest winners waiting to board The Pagan Princess. Josie set down her suitcase and clasped her hands together with a squeal of delight. “This cruise is going to be such fun, and we get paid for modeling skimpy undies for that glossy foreign fashion magazine.” “Yeah, I know how you are,” Cathy said with a playful lift of her chin. “You love it when you can strip almost naked in those skimpy, next-to-nothing bras and panties and pose for those male photographers leering at your body through the lenses of their cameras.” “Of course I love it, don’t you?” “It’s a job—pays the rent.” “Oh, but Cathy, it’s such fun!—makes me so-o-o horny. “One of these days, Josie, you’re going to be in bed with a man that won’t treat you gently. Then you’ll pay for your impish ways when he hurts you.” “It might be fun.” “You’re impossible!” “It would be a mind-blowing experience!” —Somewhere, in the invisible realm where dark dreams are born and live, the earthly gods of fleshly desire grinned and nodded agreement.— “Oh, look, Cathy, That officer is opening the gate; we can board now.” “About time.” They surged forward with the other girls. “That ship looks awfully old, sort of antique—like it’s left over from the 1920’s. You think it’s safe?” “Oh,” Josie replied, “but it’s so beautiful! And look at the male crew—yummy! Especially that officer staring at us, and he’s wearing a doctor’s insignia.” “Josie! Don’t look at him like that—he’ll get the wrong idea.” “He’s so handsome. I wonder if he escorts girls for a moonlight stroll on the deck, then invites them into his cabin for a drink.” “You naughty little mink. We’re not even on the ship yet, and you’re planning to seduce the crew.” “Not all of them—just him,” Josie said with a giggle, “for a start.” “U-u-ugh! You’re a naughty girl.” They inched forward as the passengers streamed up the gangway onto the deck. Cathy spoke to the deck officer as she and Josie stepped aboard. “Is this ship safe? It looks kinda small and old for a cruise ship.” “Yes, ma’am,” he replied. “She’s been completely refurbished and tested. We guarantee a pleasant and worry-free voyage.” “Told you,” Josie said with a smug smile and lift of her nose. “Nothing unpleasant or dreadful could possibly happen to us on this ship.” —The Dark spirits of the Earth gods howled in glee and slapped each other on their backs. “How foolish and vulnerable these deliciously lovely these innocent lambs are. What an eye-opener it will be for them when these males rip off all their pretty clothes and drag them before our carnal altar.”— On the upper deck two crewmen leered at the girls. “Look at ‘em,” seaman Sparky, our radio operator, said. “Two hundred pretty young things, all decked out in their best frillies like they’re going for a Sunday stroll in the park.” “More like they’re cute little lambs parading into the wolf’s lair, I’m thinking,” Seaman first class Doyle replied. “And look who the photographer has for an assistant. Damn! Her huge breasts are dancing like they want to bust out of her blouse! What a terrifically beautiful young girl. I’m dying to find out if her humungous breasts are real. Damn! I’m getting a first-class hard-on just looking at them jiggle even from this far away.” “I’m sure you’ll have fun with her, sinking your teeth into her soft, twin beauties and biting them hard. That’s what you are always talking about doing to big-breasted girls and making them scream before you f**k them.” He nudged his shipmate, “Look at her photographer boss—he’s older and got gray hair. Wonder if his c**k can still get hard?” “If he can get it up, I bet he’s into her panties every night.” “Naw. Just look at that sneering expression on her face. She can't stand being close to him—or any other male. He must be paying her a bundle to get her to work for him.” “Who is that cute little redhead girl next to him with the jazzy eyeglasses?” “The Doc told me she’s his secretary. She looks so young she must be starting her first year of college this Fall,” He turned and grinned at his shipmate, “I bet we make sure she never gets to college, though. Damn! I’d love to get my hands inside her panties! I’d love to strip them off her and stuff them inside my underwear so’s I can feel them rubbing my c**k all day long.” “And getting something else I have into her panties would be even more fun!” “She’s kinda skinny, though. I like ‘em with generous curves and big t**s I can slide my c**k between.” “I think her pointy little t**s are cute. I can’t wait to get them between my teeth.” “We better wipe these grins off our faces and tend to our duties,” Sparky said. “That bastard first officer is scowling down at us from the bridge.” The decks were soon filled with two hundred smiling, chattering girls, waving and calling farewells to their mothers and friends on the pier. From a distance, their bright-colored dresses made them look like a bed of delectable flowers, ready to be picked by rough male hands and pollinated. A long, deafening WHOO-O-O-O-OP! from the ship’s whistle signaled the departure. The engines revved up and the decks vibrated under the girls’ dainty feet. “Ooh-h-h-ee! Yes!” Josie cooed. “That quivering tingle slithering up my legs almost makes me c*m!” “Honestly!” Cathy replied, “When you keep saying things like that I want to forget we ever met and became friends.” But her eyes lingered on the men and she breathed a quiet sigh. Crewmen cast off the lines and The Pagan Princess inched away from the pier. She was a beautiful, but antique ship, saved in the nick of time from the scrap yard’s cutting torches. She was purchased by a small group of South Pacific entrepreneurs who wanted to form a cruise ship corporation, but couldn’t afford a new, gigantic ship. Workmen spent two years scraping away the rust, repainting and refitting her. Her name, The Pagan Princess, was chosen by the corporation’s randy president, who had given his beautiful young Polynesian wife that nickname. Smoke poured from the three funnels of our modest-sized ship as she swung out toward the open sea. The girls were now cut off from the land, confined to the ship with no escape. Not one of them realized that she had just walked unsuspecting right into our trap. Their fate was sealed—and our horny hopes and dreams would soon be fulfilled.