Franz continues:

The next morning I woke with the sun shining on my face. But I also woke with a hard-on. Last but not least I woke because of what was causing me the hard-on. Under the linen Sandra was giving me a morning blowjob. I liked that. Those readers, who have already experienced such a thing don't need any explanation of how much good it does you. The others won't understand, so I will spare them the details. I was long and hard and she warm, wet, and took me deep. The skills of her tongue were incredible. It seemed that she had had twenty years of practice.

Finally I erupted and she didn't let go. I cried out in lust, my spasms almost hurt when I spurted my seed into her mouth. I guess by now, that our neighbours see me as the cock, which was waking them early in the morning (and therefore I should have been given a broken neck, grilled, and put into the soup!)

I was smiling when my fuck-toy started to appear from under the blanket. But what was that? My blood started to tingle. That wasn't Sandra!

"Good morning, Franz."

"What you're doing in my bed, Esu? Where is Sandra?" I asked, sheepishly.

The remainder of my cum was dripping from her chin when she almost gagged with her laughter.

"I am giving you the best blowjob you had since midnight and the first thing you are thinking of is another woman! That's ridiculous!" she mocked but her smiling indicated that she wasn't serious.

"Yes, Esu, you were fantastic. I am only surprised and well, also concerned about Sandra."

"You don't need to be. Fuck-toy spent the night with Yotna. I guess, right now he will be having a similar surprise as well."

Then she crawled up and we kissed and cuddled for a while. I could smell myself on her tongue and that gave me another hard-on. I threw her on her back and put my member into her pussy. Soon we're fucking like rabbits again.

Afterwards, we showered together and then dressed. Esu must have planned all this because as it turned out, she has brought a light summer dress with herself so she didn't have to wear the sensual evening dress she wore at the Captain's dinner. Then we left the cabin and went our separate ways.

I headed for the bridge to make my telephone call.

Five minutes later and I had spoken with Katka. She told me that she also missed me a lot and her working colleague who had been ill before, surprisingly returned to work earlier than expected. I made another call to the agent who was dealing with the ticket reservation. She would fly into the Portuguese capital, Lisbon via Prague and meet us the next day, early in the afternoon. Portugal was in the same time zone as London, but we checked twice with the first mate to make sure that we didn't mess the times up. I hadn't changed my watch so it still showed continental time. Anyway, during this cruise, real time on the ship didn't play a big role. At least, if you made sure you didn't miss the meals. Well, the stomach helped you with this issue.

I was whistling, when I headed for the dining room to have a big, really big continental breakfast. Right aside the stairways on the upper deck a woman was making out. It was one of the women who had travelled with Kenny, Officer Sherry. I watched her for some minutes, and then I went into the salon where the breakfast was being served.

I was very surprised about what I saw.

FK 3-1

Yotna continues:

Slowly my surroundings slip back into focus, and my fuddled brain recognises the still unfamiliar room. It's morning, yet it feels as if I haven't slept. I roll over and slink an arm around Esu. As soon as my hand contacts the silken night robe I remember its Sandra that slumbers besides me, not Esu.

Did I really? Was she able? Oh yes, both were affirmative. Sandra murmured lightly. For an instant she recoiled.

"I'm sorry, god that was an odd dream... For an instant I didn't know where I was! I thought you were the thing with the red eyes!"

She seemed quite panicky; reaching out I ruffled her hair, and held her closer, sighing. Hang on a minute! Red eyes...

"Sandra, my dear FT, tell me about the red eyes. In particular when you first saw them."

"Well, it was just before I got tied up the other day — I can't be sure though the details are fuzzy in my mind."

"I expect they are, but try, it's very important."

"OK."

I listen patiently to Sandra's tale, it sounds familiar, a bit too familiar.

I storm out of the plush stateroom and head off towards the dining room. As soon as I enter the room I see her. Mika is helping herself to a generous breakfast from the steaming servers.

"Mika, I have a bone to pick with you!" I rage.

"No bones on the menu I'm afraid. Oh and a good morning to you too." She smiles.

"Don't you smile at me. You have been up to it again haven't you?"

"I though 'it' was the purpose of our cruise?"

"No, well yes, no I mean friendship is the main purpose. Nonetheless, the point is, and I quote; 'Red eyes — but the details are fuzzy'." I snap.

"Ah, so the Fuck Toy has been spilling the beans," Mika smirked, "I just helped her perform as a toy, and I was friendly. Well for me I was friendly..."

I cut her off in mid flow.

"Not on, just not on. I warned you! There are rules, and you have broken the most important one," I smirk back at Mika, "Transylvania for one, one way?"

"You wouldn't, it's not my fault. You created me. I'm only what you wanted. You can't banish me." Mika whimpered.

"Shut up, I'm thinking."

"I better continue then, it could be a while," Mika replied, "I don't want my breakfast to get cold."

"You, young lady, are skating on thin ice."

"And you write too many clichés."

"Oh touché, very clever. I'm thinking of punishment, and there's no cliché in that."

"Now, don't tease Yotna. You are giving me a hard-on."

Before my incredulous eyes the front of Mika's elegant dressing gown tented out spectacularly. The engorged head of her mighty clit poking through the gap it had created. My eyes bulged similarly.

"My god, that incredible."

"No, that's just my clitoris. You do remember how big you made it?"

"Err, yes I do, and it seemed like a good idea — at the time," I take a deep breath, "but its one thing to think it. Quite another to observe it."

"Well thank you so much for endowing me with this. I have always wanted to find a way of showing you my true feelings, and now I have it in my hands."

Mika reached forward and scooped up a full ladle of beans. With an inhuman speed she deposited the hot mixture accurately on the top of my head. Despite the impromptu shampoo and set I stood dumbstruck. My mouth still wide-open. Shocked by Mika's appearance and actions, I was barely aware of the steady passage of the slimy beans down my face. Steadfastly I ignored the sauce streaming from my chin.

At this precise moment, I heard a polite cough behind me. Turning away from the odd apparition before me, I stared straight into the eyes of an amazed Franz Kafka.

YOT 3-1

Franz continues:

The moment I arrived the young woman deposited beans, complete with sauce on Yotna's head. That was ridiculous. Why did she do such a thing?

I hadn't seen the woman on the cruise before — wait, it was the evening in the pantry, when the stripper contest was held. When Sandra gave both Yotna and me her perfect blowjob, we didn't pay much attention to the other contestants, but now I remember, that she was dancing at the moment when Yotna blasted his cum into Sandra's mouth and over her face. Never mind, did he tell her something nasty to put her in a rage?

The scene in front of my eyes appeared to me like a parody of the latest advertising campaign of Master Card. A pound of beans, 1 Euro 20, a new man's shirt, pressed, 14 Euros, the view on Yotna and the expression on his face this morning — priceless.

"Good morning, Yottie. I have to speak with you, but if you're trying a new method for improving hair growth, I won't disturb you... only tell me if it works," I said.

Yotna looked angrily at me for a moment or two, and then burst out laughing. A second later I joined in.

The woman looked puzzled. Actually, we all looked puzzled. She was well shaped, very well shaped, but her clitoris was definitely too big in my opinion. But that wasn't all her fault. Well, the reader's might or might not excuse me, but I am not good in describing people and even more so in a foreign language, so I'd rather tell you that she looked like Kate Beckinsale in that vampire movie, Underworld — although she was more sexy than Kate Beckinsale, thinking of which, is that possible?

For years, I have had a fascination for the type of girls, which I'd rather not introduce to my parents and grand-parents. Punk and Goth girls gave me a hard-on; my member surely wasn't treacherous when it came on this topic. Black hair, green eyes, and some piercings in eyebrows, nose, and tongue made me nuts. If I then discovered piercings in her nipples or in her privates, I fucked for days and that without Viagra. Okay, I am pulling your leg a bit, but indeed, the girls at the suicidegirls website were for me a major turn-on.

That young woman was such a girl, though on the first sight I didn't notice any body modifications. Though, I felt she was somehow ... dangerous. The woman shot a dirty look at me as I admired her beauty. Her eyes weren't green, but — red! Two stewards had meanwhile arrived and they were holding her firmly, waiting for the Captain's order. Evidently, she was confused about what was happening and also concerned what might happen.

"That's insubordination," Yotna said to her in a stern voice and then to the stewards "Restrain her to that pole, until I decide what we're doing with her."

The young woman was silent, her face showing concern about her future. Insubordination at sea results in hanging," I stated, "or at least keel-hauling."

Yotna put a hand on my shoulder. "Dear friend," he said, "we'll have to talk." Then he turned and went out of the dining-room. I followed.

When we arrived in the captain's cabin, he put his head under the water, washing off the beans and the sauce which had almost dried. I waited for him to talk.

He opened a cupboard and took out a bottle of Famous Grouse. Then he poured two glasses. "I don't drink heavy things before sunset," I protested.

"Fuck the sun and fuck the whole sunset," Yotna ordered. "Fuck even my wife and Fuck-Toy, if you need to. But now, drink!"

Who I was to object? I was only a passenger who had to fulfill the Captain's orders. Actually, what he poured in was more like a triple- double whisky so the glass was almost full. I took a big gulp, but the glass was still more than half-full.

"Franz, you saw that woman?" He asked me.

I nodded and after a long pause, he spoke again.

"She isn't a woman."

I didn't understand. If she wasn't a woman, what she could be? A man? A transvestite?

"She's a vampire," Yotna continued, understanding my puzzled expression. I had taken another gulp of whisky, but now I choked.

Then he told me how he had created her and how she starred in his stories. He explained how she had invited herself on the cruise. I understood all this; After all, I had done some similar things, maybe even worse. My sin on this journey was a character inviting a real- life woman to be my fuck-toy on this cruise, while my character had to stay at home and therefore initially wouldn't take part in this fantasy. On the other hand, the only consequence was to have some imaginary fun with my online-friends and include a real life person in this fantasy. Katka was totally a figment of my imagination, but Sandra would hopefully never will find out about any of this mess. Maybe I really should stop thinking about those pills which you can't buy in the supermarket which Sandra sometimes took at a rave party.

"The worst thing is that I can't send her back to Transylvania!" Yotna finished his monologue. It was an hour and a half later and the bottle was recognizably more empty than before.

"Why?"

"You know, she stars in my story. Heck," he blurted out, "I haven't posted a new chapter of 'Vampyre Daze' for a couple of months, but when I send her away, I have to fix too many things."

"Aside that," I said, "Since King Lear, we know about problems with banishing. Your Cordelia —"

"Mika."

"Mika might return with a French army. Do you want that?"

He shook his head. "Never. Rather some Krauts than the French."

We broke out in laughter. Then his face turned hard again. "Franz, there is another problem. You should know about it." I didn't answer so Yotna continued. "Mika is responsible for tying Sandra up."

My eyes literally widened in surprise. The adrenaline in me increased, my temper was short before an outburst of anger. Calm down, Franz, think back on soccer, Germany-England, 1966, 2:2 after 90 minutes. Franz Beckenbauer, Uwe Seeler, and that asshole-referee Dienst from Switzerland, who gave the victory — ta ta ta taaaaaam, hier ist BBC London — to Britannia.

"I claim keel-hauling for the responsible person."

"I'll second that in a minute, but you know, Mika is a vampire and... well ... I've already researched it ... she can transform as an animal."

"And?"

"You know what that means? Did you ever watch a movie until the end? When the titles say, 'No animal was harmed in the making of this film'? Franz, we cannot harm her. Brigitte Bardot would jump on us."

I nodded in agreement. Some thirty years ago I would've liked her jumping on me. That was before I barely knew what to do with a penis, other then peeing in a pail of water in the corner. The first movie I saw in which Bardot played was "In Case of Adversity" with Jean Gabin, late on a Saturday night, home alone. I used a scene from this movie even years later as jerking off inspiration and certainly my obsession for naked legs and the shortest mini skirts resulted from that scene.

"So we can't do anything harmful to her, though I would like to do so." I understood. "But we have to punish her, for what she did." I insisted.

"I agree. Do you have any ideas?"

"Sushi."

"Sushi?"

"Sushi."

And then I told him what I had in mind.

When we returned, we were both in a condition which wouldn't allow us to drive anywhere but we both were professionals and we were angry with that slut Mika.

She was still restrained on the pole even though the dining room was now busy. Most of the passengers on the ship had already had their breakfast and Yotna and I saw Esu and Sandra sitting and looking at the vampire, holding each others hands. I also recognized denny who was flirting with Mika — obviously he had no clue what he was doing — and Kenny, suzee, and Officer Sherry.

Officer Sherry was in a dispute with Kenny and suzee, claiming that every human being had rights and had to be informed of those rights and if, in case the human being couldn't afford a lawyer, a lawyer would be granted by the court. (What did Sherry know about 'vampires'?)

I also noticed that Foxy was around and she was wearing the shortest mini-dress I have ever seen (apart from the mini-skirts worn by the girls in the Czech republic,) ending only inches below the curves of her lovely ass.

(Let's talk about the cliché: Foxy was blonde, but she also had gorgeous legs and a sensational ass. Actually, my role sex idol when masturbating when thirteen wasn't Marilyn Monroe, but Jane Russell. It wasn't Jayne Mansfield, but Claudia Cardinale. I grew up with Kim Wilde (yeah!), Blondie (oh!), and Nena ('99 red balloons'), not Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera or that Canadian bitch, who is popular right now. Anyway, Marilyn, Jane, Jayne, Claudia, Kim, Blondie, Nena, Britney, Christina, and Avril weren't around, but Foxy was!) Okay. Back to the story.

I wondered where Foxy got that super-short mini-dress, but I wasn't wondering, when I tried to look up her skirt trying to figure out if her pussy, which I had already fucked, was bare or not. She noticed me looking, smiled and threw one of her legs over the second, like Sharon Stone once did when she teased Michael Douglas.

Yotna then spoke up, saying, "Ladies and Gentlemen, this creature has broken several rules on this ship and therefore must be punished. Since England is the home of HMS Fantasy, a country in which rights, order, and justice have traditionally, for a much longer time than the alleged age of her passengers —" He paused and looked at us before continuing, "— no pre-justice will take place, but a fair trial and the High Court of El'Toub City will decide about the guilt of this delinquent."

"Hear, hear," denny grunted.

"Yep. Hear, hear, in the name of Captain Ahap ... ahem Yotna El'Toub, Captain in charge on HMS Fantasy, I call the case La Taverna. Here as appellants against Mika, defender, against who is filed..."

"Objection, your honour," Sherry jumped in.

"Denied."

It seemed like a court room drama when Yotna declared me as a barrister on behalf of Mika, the vampire. I wasn't sure what rights a vampire could claim (if any), but I knew on one hand that the passengers on this ship were open-minded, tolerant, and not religiously fanatic in any direction and on the other, I wasn't sure about this case — but I doubted whether CNN or Bob Woodward in the Washington Post would report it, so therefore we were relatively safe against US lawyers, who could sue us for millions of dollars of compensation.

Esu, Sandra, denny, and Kenny got sworn in as grand jury. Since there weren't enough passengers on the cruise-ship and because it was a British ship, no fraternization with the crew was allowed, so the staff couldn't be involved in this case. Therefore the constitution of a jury of twelve angry men was agreed; each of them had to represent three members of the jury.

Sherry, as a member of the executive committee was guarding the delinquent, and wasn't allowed to join the jury and suzee as an usher, had to read the protocol.

There was an objection that the jury wasn't truly independent, since Sandra was involved in the bench event but after she assured us that she hadn't any bad feelings about being fucked by almost the whole crew and all of the passengers, it was disallowed.

Mika's attorney claimed in his rebuttal that the court wasn't legal, since she wasn't of English nationality and had never owned a passport, but when Esu said that she saw wire-payments with licence fees on behalf of Mika to the former British-Honduras, which was still part of the British Commonwealth, this claim was turned down as irrelevant. The flip-chart on which Sandra's visitors had ticked how they 'used' her, became evidence piece number one and proved her successful night.(I must obtain the property rights on this piece of evidence and frame it. It would make a nice picture above my desk).

Sandra as the main witness and all jury members were to examine Mika's clitoris. Actually, this examination took longer then intended because Mika came several times and passed out twice so we had to interrupt the session until she regained consciousness.

"Maybe she should wear a piercing in her clit," Sherry suggested in a break. "It's big enough."

"Katka definitely would like that idea," I answered.

We didn't analyze if the ink on the flip-chart was sold in Transylvania or if the words on the flip-chart were written by the delinquent and I don't want to bore you with the juristic details. We had a little problem when Mika's attorney — Franz Kafka — was asking the witness Franz Kafka about the night in the coal bunker, which had me running from the attorney's table to the witness' stand and back for the whole cross-examining. I can assure you, if I, the now successful barrister-at-sea ever meets this witness again, I certainly can't guarantee my own behaviour...

To cut a long story short, Mika was guilty. She was declared guilty by the jury on all counts. We the court, didn't understand why Sandra as member of the jury split her votes at first, but then jury member number six was against the verdict until ... well... lunch. When the lunch was served, Yotna ruled that the jury wouldn't get any food until they came to a decision.

Yotna as judge and I as attorney got lunch of course, but Sandra, Kenny, denny, and Esu had to sit in a corner, discussing the result of the jury. It was denny who finally shouted, "Fuck it! I am hungry. I fuck on any fucking blowjob. I need to get something between my teeth. That slut is guilty, without any doubt, no matter if the fuck- toy had fun on the bench or not."

It was Kenny who came up with the question that if a character in a story can be guilty, or, if the responsibility for a character's deeds should be claimed by the creator of that character. Officer Sherry objected so I had to file an order that she had to leave the court since she wasn't involved either as an appellant or as a defendant and the witnesses had already been dismissed.

Heck, this was to be a journey of fun, not of juristic angles to be figured out and since it was already after noon; witness number six gave up her reluctance and joined with the majority.

Yotna ruled that he would announce the punishment after eleven hours and 34 minutes, exactly the same amount of time that Sandra had been restrained to the bench and that the offender would spend this time imprisoned, i.e. Mika would be bound to the same bench at the same place with the same rules in effect. Esu got into a discussion with Kenny and me, pointing out that — actually — it wasn't a punishment at all, but then Yottie stated that the time was only waiting for the verdict, not the punishment itself.

It was Sandra, who finally came up with the compromise — Mika was to be tied up on the bench, but nobody on board was allowed to do anything sexual to her. This was a wise decision with which most agreed. Actually it was only the two stewards who had arrested Mika, that were mumbling, "But that's a punishment against us!"

FK 3-2

Lady Chrystal continues:

I woke up and stretched, savoring the morning air. Harvey... I reached and lightly stroked the sleeping man beside me, had found a solution to my complaints about the low ceilings below decks.

Some quiet rearranging of stores on the first night had emptied what had originally been the stable for the ship's cow. We'd moved the blankets and pillows from my stateroom and spent the few hours left before dawn making the place my private 'nest'.

I'd enjoyed meeting and listening to my voyage mates as they introduced themselves at the Captain's Table. I'd also managed to monopolize Harvey as soon as his formal duties were over and lead him off for some quiet getting acquainted time under the stars. It was only when he'd started yawning that I'd realized he was truly worn out from the stress of the first few day's of the cruise and then all of the time we'd been together.

Both of us had known his protests about joining me had been a formality, easily solved by my formal request that he be allowed to introduce me to his first love, The Fantasy, unless his duties required him to be elsewhere.

I'd laughed at his slightly bemused stare after we'd left the owner's cabin. "Harvey, dear. Sailing ship owners have always had an informal agreement that lets them 'steal' the services of a crew member if that person isn't essential to the functioning of the ship." I then wrapped my arm around him and steadied him while we headed for my new 'cabin'. "Now, let's get you someplace where you can fall asleep for awhile."

"But..."

Obviously, the new situation hadn't fully penetrated his fatigue fogged brain. Bluntness was in order. "Come. Tonight at least, and for the rest of the voyage if you wish, sleep with me. For the rest of tonight, anyway..." I lifted my lips in a grin and studied him. "And until you wake naturally, share my warmth and get the rest you need."

He'd smiled wanly and offered no more protests.

Once I helped him strip he settled and let me massage the stress out of his body.

Finally, during the quiet hours of the night, I had the time to study my latest lover and think about the near future.

Harvey's fingers, slowly drifting through my fur, brought me back from my mental drifting. "Good..." He hesitated. "Whatever time is it, Vel."

I captured his hand and nibbled at his fingers. "Late. I know we've missed breakfast." I glanced at the shadows. "Maybe lunch, too. Feel better?"

He pulled his hand away and stretched his arms over his head. "Mmm. Much better. I seem to remember someone massaging me to sleep last night."

I tilted my head and studied him. "Dear, you were mostly asleep before I started. Most men stay awake longer when I massage them."

He blushed.

I touched his face and then resettled beside him. "I'm only teasing. I knew you needed your sleep last night. Your fatigue was partly my fault."

I let the tips of my claws slide across his chest. "We'll be together for quite awhile, dear?" I made it more of a question than a statement. Then I nestled my head against his shoulder.

I felt his slow intake of breath and the slow release as he let it out. "Lady Chrystal. I was tired last night, not deaf. I heard what you said. Is it true? I've heard the stories."

"Aye. It's true. All of it. The crew that came here and served aboard The Fantasy was mine. They were the hand-picked crew that manned my fleet flagship. The best of my world's best, in my opinion. Other ship owners would disagree with that judgement."

"A fleet." He sounded slightly awed. "A fleet of sailing ships — and you owned them."

I turned us so we could face each other. "That I did. And when my mate, the father of my kits died... I gave it all up and came here, to Earth."

We looked at each other and I answered the question in his eyes. "For love, Harvey."

He looked away. "I don't understand. You say love made you abandon everything on your world. Yet now you are here, with me, and willing to share yourself with someone you barely know. What am I to you?"

I bent my head until I touched his lips in a gentle kiss. "A man. Security. Someone I can love deeply if he lets me. What are you to me? Someone I want to be one of my friends."

I touched him again, this time to wrap my arms around him.

Harvey, in typical male fashion, ducked the friendship decision. I wasn't worried. He'd already answered me by wrapping me in a very intense hug before deciding aloud that he needed to eat.

The scene that greeted us when we went looking for food startled us both. Some sort of strange ritual was taking place. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was going on. Some sort of ship's trial was in progress and from the little bit we heard before I managed to get Harvey's attention I realized that things were well in hand, even if it was being handled in a fashion vastly different than what I was used to.

Once we were far enough away I let go and giggled merrily. "I don't think I've ever seen a trial that was so... unusual."

Harvey stared at me and then laughed. "I thought I was seeing things. But if you saw it too..."

I waved in the general direction of the kitchen. "I did." I grabbed his hand and moved away. I was still trying to get my giggling under control. "I'd rather eat."

LC 3-1

Franz continues:

When I checked on Mika, two hours later, to make sure that all the rules were being followed, I found it all in order. I also saw the two stewards having the time of their lives with Foxy who was having the time of her life with them as well. And they were all being watched by Mika, whose red eyes were sparkling with lust, but bound as she was, she couldn't take part in the red-hot act of happiness which was going on only a few yards from her bound body.

While Yotna and I had made our plan — long before the impromptu court was held — we had already planned Mika's punishment. The main reason why the court was held was for the entertainment of Yotna, me, and the other passengers. Only later did I remark that during the act, I hadn't seen Lady Chrystal or Harvey.

I saw several of the jury members masturbating when we heard the witnesses especially when Sandra told how she had been bound to the bench and how the passengers and all of the crew members apart from one, who was gay, had taken advantage of her. Yotna decided that the gay crew member had offended my fuck-toy. Not because of his sexual orientation but as the hearing showed, that he hadn't brought her tequila or any other liquid, even though she had been thirsty after serving his co-workers. She had pleased him kindly, but he had totally ignored her. That was rude and for the sake of discipline on the cruiser, unacceptable. He had to deliver his anal beads, which got confiscated until the end of the journey.

Mika's punishment consisted of two parts. The first part took place during a workshop with denny about the Oxford comma during the afternoon. Mika served us dressed as a sushi plate, with all the fish and sauces decorated on her totally naked body. We made sure we put the sharpest sauces on her gorgeous body and some really awkward garlic sauce on her pussy. I couldn't imagine how she would ever lose that smell.

Sandra decided that Mika looked very sexy, despite the onion rings around her nipples and the garlic sauce on her pussy and said, "do you think we could do a threesome with her tonight?"

I shook my head. "I have other plans."

Just before dinner Mika had the second part of her punishment. Yotna had insisted on this measure because he feared for the health of the passengers in the future. Anyway, that part wasn't seen in public. Well, the pride of each vampire is their teeth. We decided to pull out all her teeth, at least those which were made for sucking up blood. The main reason for doing this wasn't because of the pain the act would cause her, as the pain might arouse the vampire, but the fact that we were humiliating her. In other words, her position among other vampires would become simply impossible and they would laugh at her.

One could object, that we had broken the rules, which had been made before the cruise, that no passenger or crew member could be harmed in the making of this story, but Mika wasn't a passenger or a crew member, just a character and more importantly, she was a vampire therefore not human and the Geneva Convention nor any other rule applied to her. I won't bother you with the description of the act — in case you're interested in such descriptions, you might find them in a newsgroup like alt.sadistic-dentists if you know how to use Google groups.

Sandra and I didn't take much sushi. My other plan included a romantic candle-lit dinner for two. No Mika was going to disturb me in the planning of that event.

FK 3-3

Yotna continues:

After washing the unwanted topping from my hair, and discussing Mika's fate with Franz, I prepared for the trial. I had spent some time on the British Maritime Law Associations website, but was disappointed in the lack of information on trying mutinous vampires. Clearly we had a fairly unique set of circumstances on our hands. I would not bring a charge of 'assault with hot food' as this was too minor. No our consideration should go only to the 'false imprisonment of a Fuck Toy' charge...

Court convened, and I over-ruled Officer Sherry, an unusual (I understand) and satisfying event. I appointed Franz as Mika's defence attorney, the modified jury was sworn in and the proceeding began. Even I, the presiding authority, started to doze off; this was an 'open and shut' case. Mika's fate was not in doubt as she didn't deny her actions. The only consideration was if she had transgressed against the spirit of the rules. She clearly had.

I woke up when Franz suggested the jury examined the prima facie evidence provided by Mika's abnormal clitoris. This could be interesting. Esu to my surprise was the first to venture a hand onto the now flaccid organ, and she grinned when it sprung to life pushing her fingers widely apart. Now I witnessed the oddest of sights as using a technique very familiar to me, Esu coaxed the monstrous clit into full erection. denny bent forward at this point.

I was just about to warn my pal about Mika's habits, when she ejaculated. denny's wizened feature disappeared beneath a gloss of thick fluid. Remarkably he seemed to grin under his warm face-pack, but I couldn't be certain. I held out a handkerchief to my editor-in chief. He waved it away and proceeded to wipe is face with his fingers, before depositing the goo in his mouth. Something reminded me of schoolboy's and bogies, I stifled a laugh and re-pocketed my 'kerchief.

I looked at the defendant; this did not seem like punishment, her expression and colour gave that much away. Esu lent forward, and went to give the pulsing organ a blow job (Hmm, can you blow a clitoris? Now this is a point of law I must personally research!) but denny objected.

"M'lud Esu is being greedy!"

"Sustained! Esu please control yourself and allow the other jurors due access..."

A shame-faced Esu stood back before uttering an urgent request.

"Permission to masturbate? Your honour..."

"Granted, but you must remain aware of the proceedings."

"Oh, I, I, I... Uhun... Will, M'lud. I promise..."

As Esu gyrated her fingers over her dampening folds her eyes were fixed on the scene before her. I was satisfied she was fully aware. I was satisfied, and judging by the look on Esu's face, she soon would be too.

After this things got a little out of hand for a while, and my case notes (taken for some unknown reason with my left hand) are fairly illegible and somewhat stained. Still I do remember it culminated with Mika fainting after a particularly protracted multiple orgasm. I called a 15 minute recess, and refreshments were served to all.

We reconvened and started to discuss the legal complexities of trying a vampire, at sea, or anywhere else for that matter. Officer Sherry raised some excellent points of law in support of Mika's position (I thought Sherry was trouble on sculpted legs, when I first met her; it seemed I was right.) Eventually Franz asked for Sherry to be ejected from court, I acceded to the defence request. Eventually a tortuous process was completed and Mika was found guilty. As it turned out just in the nick of time, as denny had started to chew on the upholstery in his quest for sustenance.

A hearty lunch was enjoyed by almost all. Particularly enjoyable was the video link, Mika was shown in all her glory, her giant clit flagpole-like visible to all but available to none. The crew had been warned that any man touching her would be tossed off the boat. In the background I noticed one crew member was tossing himself off! Well it seemed within the spirit of the cruise, so fair enough.

It was a difficult decision to make, but finally I made it. I wouldn't go to denny's in depth seminar on the Oxford comma (I don't like butterflies that much anyway). No, I would force myself to take part in Mika's Sushi punishment; it was a legal necessity (Ho, ho!). Very enjoyable it was, I'm not too sure about the meal, but the plate was amazingly entertaining. The next part of the punishment was less enjoyable, not because I am squeamish (a full blooded biologist me!), but due to my morbid fear of dentists. Oh god, do you remember that bit in Marathon Man, well I can't watch. Nor could I watch the ceremonial teeth pulling. I remember little of it except the curse.

"I'll get even wish, you Shotna, you tshsee if I don't" Mika lisped.

On shaky legs I left the upsetting scene and went straight to the galley. I issued an order banning beans, cucumbers, and in particular, marrows for the entire cruise.

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Foxy continues:

I was walking along the deck when I heard footsteps and my name being called. I turned around and saw Esu approaching. "Foxy, we are going to dock in Lisbon tomorrow. Would you like to come shopping with me? I want to look at the new fashion collection by Ana Salazar and I know you need some more clothes."

"Oh yes, that sounds like a good idea, I need some clothes that fit me a bit better. Some that I can call my own." I smiled my thanks.

"Great. I'll look forward to it." Esu chuckled before departing in the other direction.

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Franz continues:

After the sunset, darkness approached quickly. Within a few minutes the steward lit the candles to illuminate our meal. We had 'loup de mer', natural rice, and dry white wine, an Italian 'Pinot grigio' and Sandra slowly became a fan of wine. It wasn't really cold, but the wind was a bit chilly tonight and Sandra's nipples poked through her thin, black, and very tight lambs-wool sweater. She wore blue jeans which also were tight, breathtaking tight.

During the dinner, we looked into each other's face and I was admiring her sparkling, almost emerald green eyes. Her voice was almost rough, a result of smoking since she was thirteen years old and working as a waitress in pubs and discos for almost as many years.

Though I had never smoked, I was tolerant with smokers. Besides that, watching a sexy woman smoke was a very erotic sight for me. But I criticised her for smoking a lot. Sandra wished to reduce or even to stop, but due to peer pressure among her friends she hasn't managed to do so. She had learned the profession of an accountant, but after school couldn't find work, common for the part of the country we were living in. So she was working in a pizzeria at this moment in time.

The fish was excellent and after the meal I ordered another bottle of wine. Then we dismissed the steward and sat on a two-seater rattan couch, we were watching the stars on the skyless firmament. Sandra and I were cuddling each other, a blanket spread over us to protect us against the chill and it didn't take long, before we began to kiss. Our mood was different tonight, not driven by horniness, but we felt a deep emotional harmony. We were holding each other. I felt her breasts swell with every breath she took and thought I could hear her heartbeats.

When we paused our kissing we smiled and looked in each others eyes without having to say a word.

We had fallen in love with each other. Yet I had a girlfriend, who I loved a lot and I didn't want to betray her. Even though Katka had selected Sandra as my escort for this journey, for my sexual entertainment as a fuck-toy, she hadn't planned on the two of us to fall in love with each other. But then, I didn't feel it as a betrayal either. No way was it my intention to end my relationship with Katka. She and I had sex with other girls and the impulse for hooking up almost always came from Katka, who had strong bisexual tendencies.

Sandra and I had fucked every day during the last week, but oddly enough, we didn't today. I didn't know how long we had been sitting together in silence, but suddenly Sandra jumped up and walked to the railing. She began to smoke and from her in and exhaling breath fast I could tell she was upset. "Herrgott, to nelze!" she said in the language mix which was so typical for that part of the Czech Republic, she came from and in which lived so many citizens of German nationality up until the end of WW II.

She threw the cigarette overboard and lit another. I stood up and went over to her. As I approached her, my nose smelt the sweet scent of marijuana. She inhaled it three or four times and then the joint followed the earlier thrown-away cigarette.

She leaned her head onto my shoulder and we stood still for several minutes. She sobbed and cried silently.

"There is nobody to blame. For anything!" I finally said.

"Thank you," she answered and then, "let's go sleep."

We slept nude as every night before, spooning each other with my hard-on pressed against her, even slipping into her at times, but we didn't make love this night. I lay awake for a long time thinking about this evening. Finally I concluded that I had to talk with Katka as soon as possible. The morning dawn was appearing on the horizon, when I finally fell asleep.

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Yotna continues:

Afternoon slowly turned into evening, and I returned to the cabin to spruce myself up for the evening meal. After a cooling shower, I dressed in casual slacks and a t-shirt; I had had enough of formality for one day. I turned as the door opened, and smiled a warm welcome to Esu. She grinned back, but I could sense that something was on her mind.

"Penny for 'em love?" I asked.

"Well, I just wondered why you did that to Mika?"

"The teeth? That was Franz's idea."

"No, no, the thing between her legs, why did you make her like that?"

"Er, it was just on impulse, you know how I am..."

"So you wouldn't want me to be that way?"

I laughed a throaty laugh and lifted my little mate off her feet, together we tumbled backwards onto the sumptuous bed.

"No, I don't want you to use mind control either... Well, no more than you do at present!"

I grinned and ran my left hand up from her behind to rest gently on her soft right breast. Her nipple rose to spike my relaxed palm. Esu slipped her head down onto my shoulder.

"I want you," she whispered.

"Typical, I shower, shave and dress, and now you want to mess me up." I teased.

"That's the trouble with this cruise, I'm constantly horny." she smiled.

"No change there then..."

"Except there are people around to satisfy me."

"Ooo, you!"

I eased Esu onto her back and went to remove her pants. Of course this was redundant, there were none. I sighed at the irony of removing my casual slacks so soon after donning them. Any reluctance on my part disappeared as soon as the head of my organ lodged in my love's wet flesh.

"I tell you what, let's skip the evening entertainment, and make our own. What do you reckon 'FB'?"

"Mmm, sounds like a plan."

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Esu continues:

I grinned at Yot's and wondered what sort of plan he had in mind. I immediately hoped that it was going to be a good experience this time. The last one with the banana's and cream had got rather messy and it had taken me ages to wash the mashed mixture off of my body. I was sure I smelt like bananas for days after that but that is another story.

He teased my body with his smooth hands, his strokes paying special attention to my erogenous zones. I sighed with passion as my tongue reached to taste and tease his neck. My lips found his ear-lobes which I nibbled at playfully as my fingers reached and caressed his back.

I carried on tantalising him with my mouth, licking his body in random spots, before moving back up to his lips and kissing him passionately. My fingers ran along the bottom of his t-shirt which I grasped and pulled off over his head.

This simple action seemed to excite him because he pulled off his slacks immediately. My hands reached for his boxers and I eased them down seductively, caressing his legs as I did so.

His sighs of pleasure told me how much he wanted me.

I heard him gasp as he lodged his organ in my damp passage.

"Oh Yot's, you're really hard tonight," I gasped as my mind thought of all the sexual pleasures that I could share with him. When I felt him push deeper inside me I whispered one of my fantasies to him.

I wondered if I should have done that as his thrusts became deeper and deeper. His body trembling erratically. He paused slightly before an amazing burst of energy overwhelmed him sending my body into a sense of unbridled passion.

"Aarghh..."

"Ohhh... Yot's..."

We lay together in each others arm's for a while, before I decided to tell him about another fantasy.

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