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A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the cobbled harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white yacht shoes did little to cushion the rough surface.
He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small pension where, for a few francs he had stayed the night. He reached into the pocket of his white trousers, which were already grubby and dusty from his journey, finding the piece of newspaper, which carried the advertisement.
“Wanted Cabin boy” fit and able. Motor Vessel ‘Sobsel’ requires young person for a variety of duties at sea. Cruising June to January, applicants must be smart, energetic and be prepared to take on a variety of sea-going duties.
Apply Bo’sun, MV ‘Sobsel’ SW Harbour, Antibes.
Peter looked at the advertisement and returned it to his trouser pocket, next to his passport.
He noticed that the larger vessels were moored further down the causeway, around the curve of the harbour, their mooring ropes pointing towards the smart cafe’s and restaurants that were the habitue‚ of the very rich. He put his hand to his forehead in a salute, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight, which reflected from the blue waters of the harbour.
He could see several large yachts and beyond them a series of smart motor vessels. All of the motor vessels appeared to be of the ocean going type, sleek and expensive with a plethora of radar and communication devices bristling from the top of their bridges and wheelhouses. Peter walked on, not really knowing which type of vessel to look for. He strode quickly, but it was another ten minutes before he was able to read the names on the sides of the large motor vessels.
“Sobsel”, the name was etched in chromium plate on the side of the largest ship in the harbour. His heart sank as he realised that his prospects of gaining employment aboard such a vessel would be slim. He looked down at his dusty and dishevelled white shirt and trousers, unconsciously excusing his own appearance for the effort he had made in walking twenty miles.
The gangplank of the ship was finished in fine hardwood; it’s many coats of lacquer glistening in the bright sunlight. Peter shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the two gendarmes, who were leaning against the gangplank rails, they both looked bored and irritated by the heat of the day. As he approached they made a halfhearted attempt to stand to attention, moving slowly they stood together barring his way to the ship.
The taller of the two looked him up and down and grunted incoherently, lifting his chin in a questioning gesture. Peter, without thinking, addressed them in English. “I have come to see the bo’sun of this ship, er… about the job of cabin boy.”
Peter hoped that their English was good enough for them to understand him. “Wait!” was the only reply he received. Peter watched as the man walked slowly up the gangplank on to ship. Peter eyed the other policeman who was now standing in the centre of the gangplank, eyeing him warily. Peter shrugged and stood back feigning disinterest.
Unknown to either of them was that their every movement was being observed from the ship. “I think we might have found our cabin boy”. The dainty hand of the captain placed the binoculars down on to the highly polished surface of her desk. She looked across the wheelhouse to the bo’sun. “Miranda, why don’t you take a look?” Miranda laughed at her friend. “The trouble with you my pretty little captain is that you are too impatient. You’ve interviewed over twenty prospective cabin boys already and you must admit none have come up to standard. Mind you, this one does look scrummy.”
Miranda raised her own glasses and looked in more detail at the boy who was aimlessly pacing around the paved area at the end of the gangplank. “I think you could be right, certainly the physique looks good. Are you going to put him through the interview process, then we could get a better look at him through the closed circuit cameras.”
The captain lifted up the phone and talked quickly for several minutes. When she had finished she sat back in her chair and opened the collar of her uniform. Miranda watched avidly as the captain undid the rest of the buttons of her white tunic. She ran her hand over her perfectly formed breasts, teasing the nipples between her delicate fingers.
Abruptly she stood up and walked to the far end of the wheelhouse, carelessly throwing her uniformed jacket on to the desk. She reached up to one of the cupboards, which was set into the wall. Her tanned torso revealed lithe muscles and sinew beneath the smooth flesh as she stretched.
She slid open the door and took out a long leather strap. She ran her hand down the full length of the heavy hide, grasping the solid calf handle she wrapped her delicate fingers around it, her bright red nails in stark contrast to the rugged dark brown leather.
Miranda looked apprehensive as the beautiful young woman turned towards her. She looked at the giresun escort captain’s magnificent breasts, marvelling at their size and firmness. Miranda had seen her friend naked many times and had had the pleasure of being seduced by her and the pain of being punished by her but she could not help feeling a thrill as she stood in awe of her magnificent figure.
“You need not worry this time Miranda, I have a small disciplinary measure to take care of, but it is not for you this time so relax. Will you call the duty officers and tell them to bring Gillian to me. I think she should be in the galley preparing tea.”
It was only a few moments after Miranda had picked up the telephone that a tall girl entered the wheelhouse. She was dressed, as were all the crew, in a white tunic top with a short matching white skirt. Her tanned legs were bare, the white deck shoes she was wearing made no sound as she entered the room. “We have brought rating Gillian Saunders Ma’am, She is waiting outside with duty officer Williams. Shall we bring her in?”
The duty officer showed no surprise at seeing her captain bared to the waist.
“Yes you know the routine. Strip her in here and then bring her through to my office.” The captain walked through the door at the end of the room and entered her private office. The room was magnificently furnished with a large ornate desk and several leather chairs.
Pictures of various schooners were hung on the walls, along with antique ship’s clocks. Glass cabinets held various historical brass sextants and navigational items. One cabinet held an assortment of telescopes that had been lovingly preserved.
In the centre of the room stood a low bench, the top covered in matching leather to the chairs.
The captain watched as the naked girl was brought forcefully into the room. The pretty duty officers held her firmly by each arm as they sat her on the end of the bench. Quickly they grasped her legs and bent them up and over her chest, raising her bottom several inches off the end of the bench. They both knelt at each side of the girl and held her legs firmly.
The captain moved forward and stood over the pretty young girl. She noted that she had started to tremble, her pretty face flushed and blushing as the duty officers spread her legs wide apart. The plump flesh of her bottom was stretched tight, revealing the neat pink rosebud of her anus.
“Gillian you have been a naughty girl and you know I have to punish you.” The captain leaned forward and stroked her fingers gently down the inside of the girl’s thigh. “Be a good girl and take your punishment.” She slid her hand over the soft flesh of the girl’s shaven pubis and parted the plump lips with her delicate fingers. “Miranda would you come here?”
Miranda, who had been observing the procedure from the open doorway, walked through and knelt down facing the girl’s upturned buttocks. She took the small tube of gel she was carrying and, opening the top, smeared the lubricant over her fingers.
As the captain took her hand away from the girl’s pubis, Miranda immediately placed one hand between the girl’s bottom cheeks and the other over her smooth pubic mound. Expertly she parted the labia and slipped a finger into the moist orifice, watching the knuckle disappear into the trembling girl’s most private part.
“You have been a silly girl haven’t you Gillian.” Miranda spoke gently and lovingly as she moving her finger quickly in and out of the blushing girl’s vagina. “It won’t be long now and it will soon be over.” She cooed as she deftly slipped a second finger into the trembling girl.
With her other hand she gently stroked between the cheeks of her bottom, locating the tight opening of her anus. “Let’s just pop a finger in here and open you up a bit.” She murmured as she probed the opening.
“There we are, that’s a good girl. She felt the sphincter try to contract as she pushed her lubricated finger straight up into the tight orifice. Miranda expertly manipulated her fingers inside the girl, occasionally running a fingernail over the erect clitoris. She worked diligently for several minutes until she felt the telltale signs of acute arousal.
The captain looked down at the trembling body of the young girl, noting the anguished expression on her face as it became suffused in a red blush. The girl’s lips were parted and she had begun to breathe heavily as Miranda quickened the pace of her fingers.
“Three strokes, I think.” Miranda took her cue and once more speeded up the tempo of her fingers buried deep in the girl’s vagina, at the same time she pushed hard with her other hand impaling the girl’s bottom with the length of her forefinger.
The captain stood back and raised the heavy leather strap above her right shoulder.
Miranda sensed that the girl was close to orgasm; the flesh of her vagina was contracting and expanding involuntarily against her fingers. Quickly she pulled her hands away, ısparta escort feeling the tight flesh of the sphincter shudder as she withdrew her fingers. Miranda moved quickly aside as the captain brought the heavy leather strap down hard against the timid flesh of the trembling girl.
Whap. The strap bit into the tender flesh, wrapping itself intimately around the tightly stretched buttocks.
The girl screamed, arching her shoulders back and thrusting her young breasts upwards. Almost immediately the captain raised the strap again and brought it down hard. The heavy leather singing through the air towards it’s target.
Whap. The second stroke smacked into the centre of her upturned bottom, the thick leather imprinting its form on her captive flesh. The girl tossed her head from side to side, her breath exhaling in a violent hiss as the shock of painful lash coursed through her body.
“Arrgggghhhhh…nooo ..ooo” The girl screamed, unable to control her pain. “Pleeeessse, argggghhh,, noo more.” Her body was trembling from head to toe as she pleaded with her tormentors. The captain quickly raised the strap again and brought it down again, this time against the sensitive juncture between the girl’s thighs and buttocks, it’s broad imprint was accompanied by a loud slap as the leather once more found it’s target.
The girl bucked as if she had been electrocuted, her lips drawn back in a grimace as she fought the pain. “Arrrggghhh…. Arrrrrggggghhh” She cried. Her limbs trembled and quivered as she tossed her head to left and then right as the pain coursed through her body.
It had been no more than ten seconds between the first and last stroke as Miranda quickly took up her position between the girl’s widely parted legs. Quickly she probed the trembling flesh of her vagina and pushed her finger rudely up inside the girl. “There, there, it’s all over now, try and relax there’s a good girl. Her soothing words contrasted against the quickening fingers of her hand. Miranda slipped her other hand between the girl’s parted buttocks and gently but firmly, pushed her forefinger back up into the girl’s bottom.
“There you are you are going to cum soon.”
The captain put down her strap as she spoke and kneeled down beside the distraught girl’s head. She leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting her tongue deep into her mouth.
Casually, the younger of the two duty officers, grasped one of the girl’s nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed hard. Gillian could not control herself, she felt her body tense as wave after wave of sexual sensation coursed through her body. She managed to draw air into her lungs just before she felt her captain’s lips once more close over her mouth. Skilfully the girls brought their captive to new heights of sensation as they caressed and speared her body.
Veronica smiled to herself. It was always the same thought she had as she pursued her pleasures. Being captain of the “Sobsel” was a true fulfilment, a job that provided her with limitless pleasure and satisfaction. To have one’s whims and desires catered for so completely was a privilege that few would enjoy in their lives. She bent once more over the distraught body of the young girl and whispered to her. “There my pretty young thing, we are just going to make you cum once more before we let you up.”
Her softly spoken words seemed to inflame the girl to new passion. She could not help screaming as she felt Miranda push a second finger deep inside her vagina. The second duty officer smoothed her carefully manicured nails down over the girl’s heaving tummy and cruelly pinched the exposed clitoris. “Arrrrgggghhh… arggggh.” Gillian screamed as she reached her second orgasm. “Arrgggh..oooooohhhh pleeeeease” Miranda smiled to herself as she felt the walls of the vagina contract violently against her fingers.
“There we are, you are a good girl. Now lets have a nice big cum this time.” She spoke softly as she deliberately thrust her finger hard up into the young girl’s bottom, curling it upwards as she furiously moved the fingers of her other hand in a deep circular motion inside the timid girl’s vagina.
Gillian’s body tensed in one violent spasm, her legs and torso locked rigid as she reached her second orgasm. Suddenly she started to quiver from head to foot and screamed uncontrollably
“arrrggggghhhhh… argggggghhhh…ooooohhhhhh.” She thrashed her head from side to side as paroxysms of emotion overtook her body.
They watched intently as Gillian’s body trembled and shook, before her emotions subsided. Her lungs gasped for breath as small tremors ran through her body. Her full breasts heaved upwards as she fought to take in air. Miranda gently reduced the motion of her fingers until there was no movement. Gently she withdrew her finger from the girl’s tender bottom and pressed her hand firmly against the crease between her buttocks.
“There you relax and we’ll get you comfortable, there’s uşak escort a good girl. The captain spoke gently and tenderly, ending the sentence by kissing the distraught girl lovingly on the lips.
The duty officers, their faces flushed with excitement, carefully let the girl’s legs down so that her feet were able to touch the floor at either side of the bench. Miranda withdrew her fingers from between the girl’s legs and bottom and stood up. She looked at the captain and smiled.
“Not a bad little interlude before morning coffee, wouldn’t you say.” The captain looked at Miranda. They had been friends for over three years now and yet Veronica was often forced to laugh at Miranda’s impudence and “off the cuff” humour.
“I hope our cabin boy was not able to hear anything of this in his little interview room.”
Veronica laughed once more. “Don’t worry dear Miranda, I’m sure he is being kept quite busy filling out our questionnaire.”
The captain turned to Gillian who was being helped up to a sitting position by the two duty officers. The girl winced as her weight was transferred to her tender buttocks. “The girl’s will take you down to the medical office, ask them to put some antiseptic cream on that sore bottom of yours.” Gillian looked at her captain, her flushed, blushing cheeks and trembling lips a testament to her ordeal. “I.. I’mm.” Tears fell down her cheeks before she could complete her sentence.
The captain bent forward and gently lifted the distraught girl under the arms until she was standing upright. Veronica put her arms around her and kissed her on tenderly on the lips. Their naked breasts touched together, their nipples pushing softly into each other’s flesh.
“You’ll be alright in a few moments, I’ll get one of the girls to make you some tea. Then you can go to the medical office by my private stairway so you won’t have to get dressed until they’ve seen to your bottom.”
Veronica ran her fingers gently over the girl’s naked breasts as she spoke softly to her.
“The girls will carry your clothes. I want you to tell the doctor that I would like her to prepare to give someone a full medical examination in about an hour’s time. She can call me if she needs any details, but if you tell her I am interviewing a cabin boy I am sure she will understand. Gillian nodded her head. She looked at her captain, her eyes could not conceal the look of love and supplication she felt. “Yes Ma’am I will tell her.”
The captain looked across at the young boy seated before her and then back to the resume she held in her hands. Peter had been taken to a small reception room and had been asked to fill in a questionnaire. The questionnaire was detailed and if answered thoroughly, quite revealing. The reception room had been made deliberately drab, belying the opulence of the rest of the ship. It was ideal for meeting petty port officials or customs officers.
Peter had been sat at the small desk for nearly two hours when the pretty young duty officer had come to collect him. She had noticed he was still writing and had gently pulled the sheaf of forms from under his pen. “That will have to do, if the captain needs anymore information I am sure it will be asked for.” She had deliberately not referred to the captain as “She” leaving any look of surprise for the captain to deal with.
Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He felt gauche and out of place against the luxurious setting of the captain’s office. He looked down at his clothes and his deck shoes, feeling ill at ease and in contrast to the captain’s crisp white uniform. He looked at the young woman sat behind the desk. She was astoundingly beautiful, her emerald green eyes were quite the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her mouth was small and her lips were shaped with a small dimple at either side of the mouth. Her beauty and the surroundings of her office did little to bolster his confidence.
She leaned forward and began to question him, her tunic unable to conceal the full-unfettered breasts beneath.
She had quickly read the answers within the questionnaire and noted the salient points. No parents – saving to go to university next year. Hoping to find employment and new friends on the beautiful southern coast of France.
She questioned him for about half an hour, although she had made up her mind in the first five minutes of the interview, she wanted to watch for clues or tell tale signs of bravado or aggressiveness.
“Well Peter, there are one or two things you need to know and agree to. This ship is well disciplined and tardiness, lateness and laziness are not tolerated. On board ship, you will obey the officers, whatever you are asked to do, without hesitation. Do you understand that?”
“Err..er Yes Miss.” Peter replied hesitantly.
Veronica had been careful to avoid the boy knowing that the entire crew, apart from himself, was female. She had referred to the crew as officers or ratings.
“Good, you need not worry about clothes, we have uniforms and a seamstress on board. Likewise toiletries and personal effects can be bought from the ships store. I assume you have little or no money, is that correct?” Peter blushed but nodded his head. “I only have a few francs, Miss.”
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