Cruise Ship Captives

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Off Course

“Marshal me to knavery. Let it work; for ‘tis the sport to have...O, ‘tis most sweet.”

Shakespeare, Hamlet, act 3, scene 4

“What are you doing with that compass?” First Officer Harper said.

“Just checking the calibration,” Seaman Doyle replied. “We’re passing through a longitude where the magnetic field varies.”

“How does that affect our gyro compass?”

“Even the metal of our gyro is affected by the earth’s magnetic field. Best to be sure everything’s correct.”

“Very well, carry on.” Harper waved a careless hand and turned back to stare at the monotonous sea ahead.

Helmsman Murphy winked at Doyle, then watched Harper from the corner of his eye while, bit by tiny bit, so slow it was undetectable, he swung the ship’s prow around to a new heading. Seaman Doyle hid a secret smile as he clambered down the ladder to the main deck.

“How’s it going?” I glanced apprehensively out of my cabin door, looking up and down the passageway. It was empty.

Good. No one can hear us.

Doyle clutched his cap over his heart. “Perfect, Doctor. I altered the compass just like you ordered. We’re headed for Paradise.”

“Anyone on the bridge suspicious?”

“Harper asked me what I was doing, but he’s always looking over our shoulders. He seemed satisfied with my explanation.”

“Harper’s no fool. Tell the crew to watch him. If he even guesses something is wrong, we’ll have to get him out of the way until we’re ready.”

“Aye, captain.”

“Don’t call me that now. Someone will hear, and add two and two together, and we’ll be subtracted.”

“Sorry, doctor.”

“Better go now. I’ll stick a small bandage on your arm; just in case anyone saw you come in or leave.”

It was nearly noon when I scrambled up the ladder to the bridge. “Captain, you wanted to see me?” I hoped the twinge of anxiety in my voice wasn’t noticed.

“Yes, Doctor. How are our passengers faring? Any of them seasick?”

“A few—the really sensitive ones. My pills are keeping the rest of them comfortable. They will see their lunch only once today.”

He laughed, even though he had heard my joke dozens of times. “Make the sick ones as comfortable as possible.”

“As always, sir.”

He turned back to scan the horizon with his binoculars. “They’ll be okay by this evening. We’ll be moving out of this rough sea and cloudy sky by then.”

“Good. Perfect for a moonlight promenade on the deck.”

“Put that idea out of your head. We don’t allow crewmembers to romance the ladies; you know that. First Officer Harper tells me he’s noticed the seamen leering at the girls. I told him to put a stop to that.” He lowered his binoculars and turned to me. “You’re an officer. You should be setting an example for the seamen’s behavior toward our female passengers.”

“That’s exactly what I had in mind, sir.”

“Harrumph!” He turned away before he saw the tight-lipped grin creep across my face.

Half the officers gathered in the officer’s mess for their turn to eat lunch. When I saw the navigator sit down with his tray, I quietly left and headed for his office. I had discovered his password—essential for my task—and opened the navigation software. I inserted the CD made by a software genius friend of mine—for a steep price; he was on board at my invitation to enjoy the fun with the rest of us. The monitor screen showed a map of the sea around us. I clicked on “install” and the CD drive whirred. In seconds, the map changed, showing Captain Emerys’ intended course instead of the true direction we were heading. I smiled and removed the deceitful CD and tucked it under my white jacket. Ducking out the door, no one was in the passage to see me. So far—so good. Life had suddenly become what the doctor ordered for me and my crewmates. Now all we had to do is wait for one o’clock in the morning. I hummed a favorite naughty tune as I strolled back to the officer’s mess.

***

The sunset was breathtaking; a golden Sun nesting in cotton-candy pink clouds on the western horizon. I stood at the far right starboard rail of the bridge, drinking in the vision below. All the girls were out strolling on the promenade deck. Those crewmen working on the main deck and above stared at them, no doubt doing just what I was doing, making mental notes, choosing which girls we would f**k first.

***

“Isn’t this just incredible?” Cathy said. “Such a lovely sky. We never see sunsets this beautiful on land.”

“Oh, yes,” Josie replied. “And just look at those sailors—especially the ones with no shirts on. What magnificently muscled arms and chests! What superb suntans they have. Let’s see...um...which one will I invite to my bed tonight?”

“Josie!” The tall brunette beside her said. “How absolutely wicked! Whatever are you thinking of?”

“Oh, Miss Medora, just because you’re the president of your modeling agency, and because we’re your employees doesn’t give you the right to boss us around when we are not being photographed.”

“I’m responsible for your behavior! Our photographer, Mr. Lance Dickinbush, will not tolerate immoral behavior and will hold me responsible.”

“Oh, come now, Miss Medora,” the petite girl behind her said. She tossed her long brown ringlets of hair with a shake of her head, “We all know that you and Mr. Dickinbush are having a...um...thing together.”

Josie turned around and giggled. “That’s telling her, Valerie.”

“Well, I never! With that gray-haired old fossil? Me, just Thirty-...uh...Twenty-nine, having a s****l relationship with a man in his sixties? That’s a wicked lie.” Medora spun around, nose in the air. She strutted away along the deck, her spiky high-heels clacking on the wooden planks.

Chief Ralph sauntered up beside me and jerked his head toward Miss Medora. “There’s one that will be fun to tame with my cock.”

“She-h-h!” I gestured for him to follow me down the ladder and below deck to the engine room. The noise of massive engines would conceal our voices from eavesdroppers. “Anything to report?”

“Everything seems okay for now. We crewmen are taking turns spying on the officers. None of them act suspicious.”

“What are they talking about?”

“Same thing we are—how wonderfully pretty the girls are, and how delightful it would be to f**k them.”

“Maybe that will keep their attention away from our activities until it’s too late to stop us.”

“Yeah. They’d like to do what we will, but they don’t have the guts. We’re the only real men aboard this ship.”

“Let’s hope that all goes according to plan. Then we can prove to all the girls just how manly we really are.”

“There are a few girls I overheard that I think would welcome what we are going to do to them—real s*x kittens, by their talk.”

“Be careful, Ralph. Don’t let any of them get a hint of what’s going to happen. Word will get back to the captain. I can guarantee he has his spies, too.”

“We’re watching First Officer Harper closely. If he catches wind of this, we’ll follow your instructions and haul him down to your medical cabin.

“Good. Now, let’s get back on deck and enjoy the scenery.”

***

Two of the girls strolled toward me, laughing and chatting. One, the pint-sized blonde, noticed me and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. She scurried up to me and grabbed my arm.

“O-o-oh, doctor, what a lovely voyage this is. I just love being at sea and watching all you magnificent sailors at your work.”

“Thank you, miss. I...”

“I’m Josie,” She said. “Please call me Josie. Don’t you get bored with the same routine all day long, day after day?”

“Well, I...”

“And when you go off duty, aren’t you lonely, walking the deck alone at night, looking at a romantic moon with no one to share it with?”

“Um-m-m, it’s...”

“I think it’s a shame that you have to be lonely on a ship absolutely crowded with girls like me who are lonely, too.” She gave me a sad pout and rubbed her hand along my forearm.

“Well, miss...”

“I’m Josie.”

“Well, Josie, if you like I’d be glad to...”

“Wonderful! Knock on my cabin door about nine this evening. Here’s my cabin’s number.”

I expected a scribbled note. What she gave me was the key to her door. Her message was perfectly clear.

“Thank you, miss, I...”

She turned her face back toward me as she and her friend strode away. “Josie! My name’s Josie. See you then.” She looked at her friend, chattering away as her friend shook her head.

“You going to f**k her tonight, then?” Seaman Doyle had come up behind me. He lifted his eyebrows and tilted his head.

“Yes,” I replied, “but not tonight. That wouldn’t be fair to the rest of you men. I’ll leave her key in her cabin for some other male to enjoy.” I watched her petite body moving down the deck; the swelling of her hips, the lovely curves of her legs, Her blonde tresses dancing in the breeze. “You can have her first when we get to the island. I want a girl that’s scared out of her wits, and really trying to run away from me when I chase her.”

***

“You shouldn’t have talked to the officer,” Cathy said. “He must think you’re a terribly naughty girl.”

“That’s just like you,” Josie replied. “You never notice the important things in life.”

“Like what?”

“Like his crotch. Didn’t you see how his fly was pushed forward. Something was swelling up between his legs. Now what do you think was doing that?”

“Josie! I never!”

Josie pressed the palm of her hand against Cathy’s belly. “Haven’t you ever let a man lie on top of you when you both were deliciously naked?”

“Why, I...I...I’m not that kind of girl. I’ve never let a man touch me that way.”

“No wonder you hardly ever smile. You’re such a prude!”

Cathy whirled around, her face only a few inches in front of Josie’s. “Really! Well, Miss Loose-and-easy, your kind of fun can be risky. One of these days—or nights—you’re going to find yourself trapped in the hands of a man who won’t be gentle and loving. He’ll be rough and mean, and force you to do disgusting things to please him. And maybe it’s going to happen sooner than you think!”

Josie lifted her chin and folded her arms over her alluring, jutting breasts under her fluffy white sweater. “Well what if it does? I love danger and excitement. And if it’s sexual...well...bring it on!”

“You’re...you’re impossible!” Cathy stomped away, her shiny black high-heels rat-tat-tatting along the deck. Josie stuck out her tongue. “Yeah, Miss Better-than-me,” she whispered to herself, “maybe that same guy will grab you and show you what that solid gold p***y you hide between your prissy thighs is supposed to do for his pleasure—and I hope you get yours very soon!”

—The earthly gods and goddesses nodded, grinned and scribbled a decree in Cathy’s book of fate.—

***

The full moon hung in the dark lavender velvet of the eastern sky when I shoved the key into Josie’s cabin door. I opened it and saw her standing in front of her open closet door, beautifully silhouetted in the dim light of a bedside lamp. Her lithe body was slyly revealed through her filmy white gown.

“Oh, Doctor,” Her pretended coyness was skillfully acted, “you surprised me. I thought gentlemen knocked on a lady’s bedroom door before they entered.”

“I expect they do, Josie, but what does that have to do with me?” We both laughed softly. “Ready for a stroll around the deck?”

“More than ready—impatient.” Josie took my arm and we stepped out into the soft night air. “O-o-oh, look at the sky; the stars are so brilliant—like diamonds.” She lifted her free arm and pointed to the south-west, “There’s one that is impossibly big and bright.”

“That’s the planet Venus.”

“Venus—she’s the goddess of love.” Josie tugged at my arm for attention and gazed up into my face with her shining eyes. “How perfect for us on this night.”

I smiled down at her. “For every couple.”

Josie purred and pressed her face against my arm. “Your so big and strong, uh, I don’t know your name! What is it?”

“Doctor Rawson.”

“No,” she playfully jerked my arm, “I mean, what’s your first name?”

“Alan.”

Josie sighed. “Alan—what a perfect name for a handsome male creature like you.”

“And you are a beautiful young girl.” I pressed her against the ships railing and gripped it with both my hands, trapping her between my arms.

“Alan?” she said with a husky whisper. “Are you...?”

I leaned down and silenced her with a long, energetic kiss. Her arms lifted and snaked around my neck. She pressed her warm belly against mine, twisting and rubbing slowly. After a long moment we broke the seal of our lips, panting for breath.

“Oh, Alan, Alan,” she gasped softly, “you’re so perfect.”

I gestured at the sky with my eyes, “And Venus is mad with envy at your beauty.”

“Oh, Alan, let’s go back to my cabin.”

“Not now. Let’s walk together for awhile and enjoy the beauty of the night sky and sea.” I remembered my promise not to f**k any girl before the rest of the crew could have their pick of the girls, too.

“Well, okay,” Josie raised up on her toes and pulled my head down to give me another quick kiss, “but then let’s go to my cabin.”

Other girls were on deck too. Most escorted by a male passenger, some girls in twos or threes leaning against the rail and gazing at the sky. They talked softly together, each lost in their own hopes and dreams. As I passed each one, I took a mental inventory of her feminine assets, happily considering what s*x act or bondage position would be most enjoyable to do with her.

“Doctor Rawson!” Seaman Murphy came trotting up behind us. “Doctor Rawson, there’s been a little accident in the engine room. Please come with me.”

I tugged my arm free from Josie’s clasp. “Excuse me, Josie. Some other time—soon. I’ll surprise you, I promise.” I heard her hoarse whisper as Murphy and I hurried away to the engine room hatch.

“Damn it to hell!”

We clambered down the gangway stairs into the heat and rumble of the powerful engines. I scanned the crew in the muted illumination and stark shadows. “What’s the injury? Who is it?”

“No injuries, Doctor,” Seaman Thorne said. “Something has happened you need to know.”

“Doc,” Ralph said, “First officer Harper’s been sneaking around. We caught him hiding behind some machinery down here, listening to us talk. We think he knows.”

“Do you think he told Captain Emerys or anyone else?”

“No. We didn’t want to take the risk of him ruining our plan, so we kept him here.”

I exhaled a weary breath. “Get him for me.”

Thorne dragged Harper out from a storage closet. His arms were bound behind his back, and his ankles were tied together. Thorne ripped the gag off the officer’s sneering mouth.

“We’ll,” I said, “what do you know?”

“You’re up to something,” he replied. “And I would have found out more if these greasy monkeys hadn’t caught me.” He turned his head and scowled at the rest of the men. “You’d better release me before you get yourselves in worse trouble. When Captain Emerys notices I’m missing, he’ll have the officers search the ship for me. Then whatever you’re planning will be cause to hang you.”

I reached out and felt his forehead. “You’re running a dangerous fever, Harper. Probably some very contagious disease. You’ll have to be confined to my sick bay for a few days while you lie unconscious. Don’t worry, I’ll notify the captain of your misfortune.”

“What? You wouldn’t dare...”

“Wouldn’t I?”

The seamen all laughed.

Harper glanced around, his face pale and sweating. “You can’t do this to me, I’m the first officer, and...”

I reached into my medical bag and pulled out a hypodermic and a tiny vial of Phenobarbital. “Gag him and hold him.”

Ralph and another seaman gripped him as Harper struggled.

“Niff! Nungh!”

I filled the hypo and injected the sedative in his arm. “That should keep him quiet for hours.” I grinned at Harper. “Nighty-night. Sweet dreams.”

They carried him up the stairs and through the empty passageway to my tiny sick bay hospital.

When the chuckles faded, Ralph spoke up. “There’s more news, Doc.”

“What?” I sighed with relief when I saw only cheerful expressions.

“Cookie here says he’s smuggled a few extra tons of food on board. We should last for an extra two months before we need to risk getting more.”

“That’s all? You interrupted my stroll with a really sexy girl you know.”

“No. There’s something else—something you need to decide, as our captain-to-be.”

“What’s that?”

“The photographer and his sexy female assistant. We heard you want to take them both to the island with us. What for?”

I grinned and slapped him on his shoulder. “To photograph and videotape our fun and games with the girls, of course.”

“How do you know he’s willing to do that? Won’t he try to stop us somehow and rescue them?”

“Not likely. He’s my uncle, and best friend—has his own photo studio in New York. I managed to get him hired by the modeling agency for this trip. He knows what we are going to do, and he’s as happy and excited about it as we are.”

Murphy raised his hand. “And his cute young assistant. Is she in on it?”

“No. Her name’s Melissa. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to be one of our captives, too. My uncle has the hots for her—big time, but she sneers at him with her snobbish nose in the air—won’t let him touch her. He lured her into this job by offering her a fantastic salary. It’s going to be sweet for him to get his revenge for all her insults and superior attitude.” I swept my gaze over their faces. “When he hired her, he didn’t tell her what her most—um—stimulating duties would be on this voyage, but he’s going to have fun training her to please him sexually.”

The men laughed.

“Is that all, then?”

“When will we arrive at the island, doctor?”

“Probably day after tomorrow, at dusk. We’ll unload the officers and male passengers into rafts tomorrow night, as planned, then steam at full speed for the island and Lust Lagoon. Keep your c***s in your pants until then.”

They all grinned and spoke together, “Aye, captain.”

I lifted a warning finger. “We’re not at the island yet. Let’s not get too happy until we arrive. Lots could go wrong before then if we get careless.”

I went to Captain Emerys’ cabin first and told him about Harper’s unfortunate illness. Then I returned to my cabin, being careful not to be seen by any of the girls. But by now, Josie probably had seduced some other man and towed him back to her cabin. I shucked off my clothes in the dark, not wanting to draw attention to my cabin by turning on the light. Pulling the bed covers off onto the floor, I lay down naked on the clean white sheet and tucked my hands behind my head on the soft pillow. As I lay in the dark thinking about all those pretty girls bound and naked for our pleasure, the moonlight poking through my cabin’s porthole spotlighted my twitching c**k. I wished for a wet dream and dozed off.

***

The next morning dawned clear with a pale blue sky in the east. A brilliant half-circle of the Sun perched on the deeper blue horizon of the sea. I ate breakfast with the rest of the officers.

“What happened to First Officer Harper?” some of them asked.

“Some kind of tropical infection causing extreme fatigue and a bit of a fever.”

“Will he be alright?” the navigator asked.

“In a day or two. But since it’s very contagious, I’ll keep him isolated in the sick bay. He’s sleeping now and needs lots of rest, that’s all. I’ve given him an injection that should clear it up. He’ll be fine in a day or two.”

They all seemed to be satisfied. Harper’s arrogance, sneering attitude and superior manner guaranteed he wouldn’t be missed by any of the other officers.

The day passed slowly, with the seamen and I impatiently waiting for nightfall. The girls were out on deck again, even those who were seasick the first day.

“Enjoy your last day of freedom, pretty young ladies,” I said under my breath. “By tomorrow night, your naked bodies will all belong to me and my sailor friends.”

The hours dragged by with impossible slowness. I checked Harper from time to time to make sure he was sleeping comfortably. The navigator still hadn’t discovered the altered compass, or our new heading. I had Thorne sneak into his cabin last night and steal his sextant to prevent him from taking his Sun measurements with it. That would have made him realize something was wrong with the ship’s position.

So far, so good.

I crossed my fingers and exhaled a long breath.

***

The clock’s hands crept past the numbers at a snail’s pace. Finally; sunset. I patrolled around the decks; watching, listening, nodding secretly to the seamen I met.

The girls were out again, strolling in the moonlight. Miss Desiree Mirabelle, the young female photographer’s assistant, stood at the stern of the ship, holding the railing and staring at the phosphorescent wake in the water. The moonlight caressed each ripple in the water and silhouetted her body as the breeze toyed with her blonde tresses.

She must be talented for such a young girl; doubly gifted with brains, and a body of breathtaking beauty that men would willingly go to prison for if they could possess her delicate femininity for just one night.

Then I saw Josie, hanging onto Second Officer Bertram’s arm. They approached, Josie staring right past me, her cute little pug nose in the air. Oh, she saw me, sure enough. But she was enjoying her little game of seduction and showing off her man-catching skills. She was whispering with him, just loud enough for me to hear; Intentionally, I thought.

She laid her head against his chest and fondled his necktie with more than a hint of Freudian imagery. “I just love your necktie, Bertie...Do you have more of them?...Really?...When you take me to your cabin, will you use them to tie me down on your bed, tear off my clothes, and help yourself to me?”

Bertie whispered something in reply.

She giggled. “Oh, please do it to me. I’d love that.”

The girls gradually drifted to their cabins; some, like Josie, with male companions. I returned to mine and lay down in my bed for a few hours sleep before zero hour.

***

There was a soft knocking on my door.

“Doc, wake up. It’s time.”

“Okay, come in while I get dressed.” From the position of the circle of moonlight on the floor, it was one o’clock in the morning.

Ralph slipped inside and quietly closed to door. “We’re all ready. Shall we begin?”

I nodded.

“This is it!” he whispered. “I can hardy believe it’s finally happening.”

I grinned and winked. “Let’s go break the good news to the good Captain Emerys.”