Esu continues:

I woke up late in the morning and realised that 'the Fantasy' was already continuing on her voyage. It had been a long night but at least everything was now back to normal. Yotna had explained his actions of the previous evening and somehow I actually understood them. I smiled at him because he was already dressed and obviously waiting for me. (Quite an unusual occurrence, he was usually in the wheel-house by now). I dressed quickly and we made our way up to the dining room.

ESU 5-1

Lady Chrystal continues:

"Go. You should know by now that I understand the call to duty." My tone was slightly imperious but Harvey was grinning anyway. He had a right to be amused. My head was next to his and I was whispering in his ear. We were also still coupled and enjoying the afterglow.

"Vel." He chuckled and continued. "I need time to recharge." We kissed, then he withdrew and stood up.

I smiled while he got dressed. At one point in my musings I laughed and he glared at me. "Nothing important, dear."

"Hmmph." He went back to putting on his uniform. "I don't want to know."

That brought on a case of the giggles. "You probably don't."

He came over, hugged me and left. I noticed he was limping slightly. I'd deal with that later.

Still warm and still caught up in the afterglow, I let my thoughts wander.

Harvey had been a find. Young, unusually relaxed about sex for his age, tall (a bonus!) and as driven by his acceptance of personal responsibility as any Rabelaisian, he'd done far more than be the buffer I'd hoped for.

I considered the day ahead. Breakfast first.

LC 5-1

Franz continues:

When we met each other again for breakfast, the 'Fantasy' had already left the Portuguese capital. The cruiser was heading south, along the coastline of the Algarve, but not following all of the bays and capes. The land was visible on the eastern horizon. The original intention had been to make a short stop at Casablanca in Morocco, to visit Rick's American bar, but the delay had made this plan obsolete. The ship's intranet website hadn't updated yet, but I expected that the change would be made soon and then the compass would indicate a more south-western course, maybe after the next hour.

Sitting around the table that morning was, Captain Yotna (who seemed satisfied), his wife Esu (who felt satisfied), Fuck-toy Sandra (who was satisfied and in a very good mood), my horny girlfriend Katka (who again had that gleaming in her eyes), and me (who was worn out). I took as much food as I was able to eat because I had to regain my strength. I noticed that this morning, the beans and cucumber's were missing; what wasn't missing though were the other passengers, who usually went to breakfast earlier than the five of us and who had almost finished their meals. In the back corner of the dining room sat Mika, the toothless vampire, eating some corn-flakes and yoghurt whilst drinking her tea.

"I think I'll give her a present." said Katka quietly so only we could hear her. "I've bought a Halloween mask; actually I wanted to dress as a vampire myself. Part of the costume is wrong though, but at least it had some vampih. So she would be able to bite her food until Halloween."

"She will be angry," I said.

"She'll take it as an attempt to pull her leg," Yotna added.

"Why? I am only helping."

"Besides," Sandra fell in, "I found out on the web, that a vampire's teeth may regenerate after New Moon. That's only a few days away. So why bother?"

"Come on. At least it's fun."

"You're playing with fire; you'll burn your fingers!" Esu warned, shaking her head with disbelief.

"Esu, I have been playing with fire since I was fifteen." Katka answered. "Actually I played with matches when I was four. I can take the risk. And since it's only a fantasy..."

FK 5-1

Esu continues:

I chuckled to myself when I heard Katka's reply. She obviously was going to brighten up life on board in more ways than one. Her remarks about fire reminded me of an incident many years ago when my younger brother had got hold of some fireworks and tried to light one of them inside our house. Luckily no damage had been done then apart from a burnt chair but this thought led me to another. I finished my breakfast quickly, made my apologies and left the room.

ESU 5-2

Foxy continues:

After the workout in the old boatswain's room which had been converted into a gym for this adventure, I returned to my cabin. Feeling hot and flustered after all that exercise made me want to cool myself down. I removed my t-shirt and shorts before going into the bathroom to shower. The cold water was certainly refreshing and once I had finished, I laid down on my bed totally naked.

I relaxed and let my thoughts drift. I thought about the day before and all the events that had happened. It certainly had been amusing when I'd been body searched by the custom's official. I wondered if he realised how gullible he had been.

Someone was knocking at my cabin door. I grabbed my negligee and slipped it on before I answered it. I recognised the girl that stood there from the meal last night. We hadn't spoken much then though as she seemed to have only eyes for Franz.

"Hello Katka, and how are you today," I asked her wondering why she had come to visit me.

"Hi Foxy, can I come into your cabin for a while? I would like to talk to you about something," she replied in a deep East European accent.

"Sure," I said.

As she shut the door I looked at her in amazement. Oh well, it was a fantasy cruise, maybe that was just as well, because if she had worn those clothes on the streets of England she would have been ravished non stop or arrested for indecent exposure.

She was wearing a cat-suit which clung to her so tightly you could see every outline and curve of her fit body. I secretly admired anyone who looked after their body keeping it in such good shape as mine. I knew what hard work that took. I also noticed that she was wearing nipple rings because the fabric of the cat-suit was so tight around her breasts. She carried a briefcase with her which she put down on the table before speaking again.

"Foxy, I, err, noticed you last night. You seem to be on your own without a mmm, partner. Is that right?"

I nodded and replied, "That's right. I'm single, not attached or accountable to anyone."

"So, mmm, do you like female err fun?" she asked.

I must have blushed because she quickly added, "You do have the option to say no and I mmm, won't ask again."

I stood in front of her holding my negligee around my body tightly, as my thoughts rushed through my mind. 'Just say no, you don't want to try that... Hang on... Think for a minute, you said you would try anything once... But what if I don't enjoy it though? What if she doesn't? Oh, go on...'

I smiled at Katka and released my grip slightly on my gown.

Katka beckoned me closer before opening her briefcase and showing the contents to me. I gasped. I had never seen so many sex toys. Don't get me wrong, I had my fair share of them but her collection put mine to shame.

"Do you like...? she said as she pulled out a vibrator.

The thought was exciting, but I still felt a certain shyness of allowing another female to use it on my body. She must have sensed my hesitation because she put it down on the table and closed her briefcase.

That did it. Suddenly I knew that I wanted her. To feel her body against mine, feel her touches and wanting to stroke her. I smiled before gasping, "Yes please."

I walked towards her and hugged her. Her lips brushed against mine before meeting and engaging in a long passionate kiss. Our tongues touched and the urge rushed through my body. I needed that female touch.

I felt her fingers touching my body as she reached out and gently slipped my negligee down off of my shoulders. It couldn't have fallen off totally because I felt the silk rub against my nipples as she brushed against them. The sensations that ran through my body were incredible. I had never felt a woman's touch before and realised how much I had missed out on.

My hands brushed against her curves as I caressed her. My fingers reached for the zip on her cat-suit and I slowly pulled it down. That must have excited her because I heard her gasp eagerly. I smiled because I wanted her touch as much as she wanted mine.

Her hands stroked along my body, this time inside my negligee. Her soft touches arousing my desires. We wanted each other equally. My nipples grew harder as the sensations passing along and through my body increased. I sighed with pleasure and sexual passion for her.

I stroked her shoulders as I pulled her cat-suit lower. Katka had to help because it was so tight. Freeing her from it to her waist, I pulled her closer to me. My tongue reached out and circled her nipple. Just gentle touches to begin with before I licked around her, tasting the coldness of the ring, and then slowly sucked her deeper into my mouth.

Katka wasn't letting me take the lead though. I felt her fingers touching me. She was still arousing me. I felt my moisture as it flowed faster, sensing the deep warmer feelings as I gave into my desire.

The discovery of the female touch!

FOX 5-1

Lady Chrystal continues:

"Deck lounge. You. Now." I was smiling while I pointed.

Harvey, somewhat used to my ways already, laughed and settled.

Once I settled beside the lounge I reached and started massaging his legs. "Thank you for the walking tour yesterday."

He chopped off a grunt of pain. "My pleasure. Then."

I giggled and kept gently working out the knots I could feel. "Ten hours, even with breaks. You did know better, didn't you?" I had let my tone become a bit arch and then I gentled it. "I could have helped, you know."

He chuckled and then broke off when another knotted muscle spasmed. "I was enjoying it so much I forgot."

I paused and raised myself enough to kiss him gently. "I know, and thank you."

He hugged me and then let go. "Thanks, Vel. For more than the massage."

I could tell he was sincere but when his eyes turned to the sea instead of staying on me I gently pulled myself away. "Harvey. You're worried about something."

He nodded without taking his eyes off the horizon. "We're slow, but you already know that."

"Yes." I tensed slightly and sighed. 'Slow', on a cruise ship, when used by a worried crew member, meant only one thing. "Slow, as in 'target'?"

He sighed. "We've had reports about other cruise ships. Some increased activity has been noticed. Nothing in any area we'll be crossing. Yet." He turned back finally and his smile was lopsided. "We're small, and never carry cargo. The ship's manifest is always public. But, this cruise was chartered, and paid for, by one person. That's not common knowledge but it could be discovered fairly easily."

I went back to massaging his legs. I enjoyed repaying him for his generosity but now there was something more. He had to be at his best and that meant being able to depend on his legs. I felt his body shift and I looked up to see him studying me.

"Vel? Last night. I spent a lot of time on the net. I needed to know more about you." He blushed and looked away. "I don't want to have her taken away from us."

I sighed and looked down. Suddenly my personal vow of non- interference was being tested, by a man I loved deeply. "Will you trust me?" I looked up again. "A Bard's word?"

We studied each other and I could see his desires and his doubts. I made a couple of decisions. "Wait. I need to do something."

He nodded. I let my lips smile and my head tilt. "Thanks, dear." I settled into my meditation posture and reached mentally. "Stas, love."

"Chrys."

"Harvey's worried about us."

"Harvey? And just why is he worried?" His tone was slightly droll and I smiled.

"My shipboard lover. Crew member. He's read some reports."

I felt Stasya's attitude turn grim. "Ah. I've been watching the news, love. The Sam C. is already out of dry dock and ready. One week."

I stiffened mentally and let him see my surprise. "Only one week?" That meant he'd have to be at sea already. But... "How?" Based on what he'd shared, it was impossible for the Sam C to be removed from dry dock and reach us that soon, even if he'd changed his mind immediately after he'd contacted me.

"Chrys, she was in dry dock for upgrades, not retired, as the rumors have insisted. I had a few ideas and wanted to get them installed quietly, without anyone really noticing. We've finished our test runs and are gathering the full crew."

His tone changed again, from amusement to something more serious, and deadly. "I really wasn't going to go, Chrys. But there are rumors out there, and too many people know that The Fantasy was chartered by an individual this time."

He sighed. "Keep them safe, will you? One week, or less, guaranteed."

I clamped down on my questions and opened a side conversation. "Mahika?"

I shivered when I felt the emotions of a wolf preparing to defend her loved ones. "I'm busy but I know what you want to know. The answer is that we could be there sooner but we don't want to stress the new equipment unless we absolutely have to. If it makes you feel any better, nobody we know of who could cause problems can get to you before we do."

I shivered. "It's the unknowns, then?"

She laughed a hunter's laugh. "Yes. That's what has him on edge."

"Thanks."

I returned to Stasya. "Mahika told me. I'll do what I can. See you when you arrive. All my love."

I felt him relax slightly. "Thanks. I'd rather not arrive to pick up any pieces. I don't think..."

I nodded mentally. "I'm not happy about it but I'll do what I have to do if the time comes." I let him feel my smile. "Bard's word."

"Bye, Chrys."

I let him go and returned to Harvey.

"Do you have crew who are trained to repulse boarders?"

"Yes."

"Contact the captain and a couple of them, then ask them to meet us on the aft deck when it's convenient."

LC 5-2

Franz continues:

Sandra and I were lying near the stern, tanning our bodies in the morning sun. The only thing the raven-haired girl was wearing were her sunglasses, but I wasn't nearly as comfortable as she was hanging around in the nude so I wore my bathing-shorts. Anyway, we had chosen a part of the ship which wasn't frequented much and the last passengers who had come by were denny, shortly after breakfast with a paperback entitled "101 sudoku riddles — volume one" followed by Lady Chrystal and Harvey, about an hour later. They also sat near the stern, but on the starboard side of the ship, while we had settled on the backboard. They were still sitting there but they were more engrossed in their own conversation than taking any notice of us.

Occasionally Sandra had teased me by showing off her fanny. She had lifted up her leg and fingered herself and — after she had smoked a cigarette — she used the lighter which a steward had left behind when he had delivered us our drinks.

It wasn't long before I got a hard-on. At first I lay on my stomach, but after a while the position wasn't comfortable anymore, so I turned onto my side. My cock bulged through my shorts, but I didn't care anymore. I even began to rub myself through the fabric.

She continued her show for me for a while. When she lit another cigarette, I couldn't stand it anymore. I wonder sometimes, why smoking girls had become such a kink for me, the guy who never smoked, but seeing the gleaming hot of a cigarette inhaled by a girl's lips made my cock urge for relief. Without worrying what would happen around us, I took out my cock and began to stroke up and down. An orgasm, to spurt my jizz was now my primary goal. I barely registered the now devilish grin on Sandra's face, who — again — won over my will to resist.

My fingers firm around my shaft, I masturbated now, mechanically stroking up and down, my eyes fixed on her body, alternating between her smoking and her spread lips. Then when the fuck-toy inhaled the smoke deeply again, I came. My spunk shot out of my cock, spurting all over her stomach, the bench she was laying on, and also onto the planks of the ship. I came hard, moaned, which made her smile. When my semen hit her skin, she used her fingers to collect it before rubbing it into her pussy.

I thought that it was good that she was on the pill.

She must have read my thoughts, because she said, "I'll stop smoking the day I get pregnant."

I liked to watch her smoking, but I loved that thought as well.

FK 5-2

Lady Chrystal continues:

I nodded at the two crew members and turned to Yotna. "Captain." When he looked at me quizzically I shrugged. "Yes, formality. Harvey?"

Harvey sighed. "She found out I'm worried about pirates and kidnappers. She's offered to keep us safe, in the event." He turned to me. "Vel?"

"Harvey also did some research. I'm a Bard, Captain. I can help but Harvey still has his doubts. With your permission, I'd like to give you a small demonstration."

"A demonstration? Yeah, why not?" Yotna nodded slightly, giving his approval.

I nodded back. "Harvey? You and your friends. Please, at random, whenever the mood strikes you, draw and fire your weapons. I trust you'll do it without endangering anyone."

I gestured. "Captain? If you'd join me at the rail?" He turned and we started towards the railing. "It's a nice day and a chance to..." Shots were fired and he flinched. A few more bursts and then they ceased. I could sense the three of them putting their weapons away.

I reached and turned up Yotna's hand. "Here. You can check and confirm the count." One by one I gently placed the bullets in his hand.

When I felt Harvey return to my side I pulled him in closer and nodded at Yotna's hand. "Does that help ease any doubts?"

I felt him shudder. "We fired straight down, at the ocean. No splashes. I..." He shook himself and reached to touch the bullets. "No more doubts." He looked at Yotna. "Captain, I don't like to admit the possible need, but I strongly suggest you accept her offer."

When Harvey finished there was a long silence. After it had gone on awhile I wrapped a paw around Yotna's arm and gently pulled him away from the others until we could talk without being overheard.

"Yotna, this is for your information only. I've contacted Stasya. He was already preparing to leave and join us. The Sam C. will meet us in a week. I think it wisest if you don't tell anyone. We don't want to trigger any hasty efforts to board us — if there was anyone considering the action in the first place."

He still looked a little bemused so I relented a bit. "If there is anyone considering boarding us, hopefully they will have done some research and decided they don't want to deal with a Rabelaisian Bard. Our skills are reasonably well publicized, mine in particular. I really don't think anyone will bother us but there are some who will refuse to accept reality — and they are the ones we're worried about."

LC 5-3

Franz continues:

In a small cabin on the lowest deck of the 'Fantasy', even darker than Yotna's coal bunker, was the working environment of Shamila, a second generation British of Indian origin. Her grandmother had been brought to the United Kingdom by an English officer when India got it's independence in 1947. Actually, he had bought her in a brothel in Calcutta, when she was 15 years of age. When they arrived in Southampton, Shamila's grand-mother was already pregnant with Shamila's mother. The officer was a gentleman and though his personal situation wouldn't allow him to accept the child as such, he made sure that she came to no harm. She had been born secretly in a castle in Scotland which was owned by a family friend.

Years went by and Shamila's mother grew up. The officer paid for her education and in 1968 she went to University. She began to study economics but then she met a young man who had a similar ethnic background. The result was Shamila's older brother, who was born in 1970. Of course, the young Sikh married Shamila's mother. The officer who was at this time retiring did employ him as his driver. In 1978 Shamila was born and the family was happy. Even the officer was proud of his grand-children, although he couldn't accept them as his own because of the scandal that would have caused.

Then in 1980 the young family were shaken to their bones, when the officer had a terrible car-accident. He and his driver, Shamila's dad, were killed when a lorry crashed into their Rolls because of dysfunctional brakes. What made matters worse was it turned out that the officer had a lot of debts. Shamila's grand-mother died early with a broken heart and Shamila's mother had to bring up the children on her own with almost no money. Her brother got in with some bad guys and spent most of his life from his sixteenth birthday in prison. When he was released at the age of 23 he was involved in a bank-raid. It was him who shot the policeman and shortly afterwards he returned to prison, now facing a life-long sentence. Shamila's mother was desperate and committed suicide because of the shame. Now Shamila was on her own.

She knew that her grandmother had been a whore in Calcutta, but she never considered doing the same in her life. She worked hard and took on two jobs, but then in 2001 she found a job on the 'Fantasy', where she was responsible for cleaning the cabins and washing all kinds of textiles.

Sex wasn't something that she thought of as bad for her, since her mother had raised her with a liberal style. She masturbated early without going blind and lost her virginity soon after. Her mother realised and put her on the pill. Shamila was a sensual woman and had fun with her sexual partners. She had some fuck buddies amongst the crew members, even though she didn't see any of them as her boyfriend.

Now in the small cabin, Shamila was lying on her back on a big pile of blankets, naked. Two seamen were fucking her. One of them buried his prick in her pussy while the second was getting a blowjob. She liked this raw (and sometimes rough) sex because it didn't have to include any romantic feelings.

Suddenly the first guy erupted his sperm into her womb, which thankfully or so Shamila thought, wasn't fertile. The second seaman wasn't yet ready to come and Shamila sucked and licked him more intensively, she even stroked his shaft now. She still had to return to her work as did the two seamen. Finally, he shot his junk into her mouth. She liked the taste of sperm so she didn't spit out his cum, but when he withdrew his prick, a part of his juice was dripping out of her mouth and down her chin. The other man's fluid oozed out of her vagina. The seamen's semen contrasted nicely to Shamila's dark complexion.

The two seamen dressed quickly and after kissing the so well-fucked young woman, they disappeared.

Shamila was alone, almost. Who the fuck was that man, sitting on a small table in the corner reading the Financial Times?

FK 5-3

Kenny continues:

Officer Sherry walked along the deck looking quite unlike herself. Mostly lost. Sherry was almost never lost, and on those rare occasions when she was, she never allowed herself to care enough to look it. No matter what, things always went her way; so she could always relax. Except, when I'm involved.

"That's right, writer-boy," the tall blonde muttered under her breath.

"What's that, ma'am?" asked a nearby, just noticed steward.

He was young, tall, and had an unruly mop of the sort of dark, blonde hair that is normally compared to dishwater. Sherry made a quick but educated estimate of how he would look out of his uniform. She judged his appearance to be pleasant enough for a distraction or twenty-six. Thanks, writer-boy, she thought at me. You always take care of me.

Things went her way; I knew that even if she sometimes forgot.

She flashed the young steward (named Stewart by his nametag) a friendly smile.

"I'm sorry. Just talking to my writer." He looked confused. "Never mind. I'm a little lost and as unusual as it sounds from me I was wondering if you could take me to the doctor's office."

"Certainly," answered Stewart. "Is there something wrong?"

Sherry let him turn and take a few steps ahead. After checking out his rear end, she quickly caught up him.

"Oh, no. Nothing. At least, not with me. One of my traveling companions is not feeling well." Stewart frowned, so Sherry added, "I'm a... friend of his."

"Oh," he said, frown flipping the other way. "I hope it's nothing serious."

"Not really. He's only feeling a little plugged up with a problem only writers get."

"He's one of the writers on the trip?"

"Yep."

"How about you?"

"Me," Sherry asked back.

"Are you a writer, too?"

"Oh, no. I'm just a guest."

"Good. I mean..." Stewart blushed.

"Afraid, you'll end up in a dirty story."

"Yeah. I... Well..." Stewart's blush grew scarlet.

"Don't worry, I won't write a word about what happens between you and me," Sherry told the young man. Though, she added to herself, someone else surely would.

"Between you and me?" Stewart's voice was uncertain.

"Yes, at least, I thought that you were attracted to me. I'd be very disappointed if I were wrong." She gave him a smile that had disarmed a mob of angry Mexican shopkeepers in the past. "You wouldn't want me to be disappointed now would you, Stewart?"

No, Stewart would not want Sherry to be disappointed. It could get ugly.

Stay out of it, Gamera; Sherry thought's turned back to me.

They stopped in front of a door. A sign for the doctor hung on the wall next to it.

"Well here we are. I'm sure Doc'll have your friend feeling better in no time."

"Thank you, Stewart. You've been a gentleman. Thus far. Maybe, I can see you when you're a little less of a gentleman. Say around eight in the Saloon."

"Uh..."

"Just say, 'yes.'"

"Uh... Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... ma'am?"

"Good boy."

Sherry gave him a peck on the cheek then shooed him away with her hand. He went part way down the hall and turned around. Sherry waved him away once more. Once he had turned down a passage way and out of sight, Sherry knocked on the door.

The doctor would've been an attractive enough woman if she had been one of her paying clients, but Sherry had standards for her relationships. That much gray hair coupled with the bony frame was a turn off.

"Can I help you, miss?"

Throw in a bitchy, own-the-world attitude and you got a winning combination.

"I hope so, Doctor. One of my companions isn't feeling well. He'd come to see you himself, but he doesn't want to."

"Well, I would need to see this companion of yours, but what is the general problem?"

"He's Kenny Gamera, and..."

"Oh yes, the one with the head injury. Is it bothering him?"

Sherry glared. The doctor didn't seem to be affected by it.

After a put upon sigh Sherry continued, "No, it's not his head. If it were, suzee would've drug his scrawny ass in to see you. No, he's got a serious case of writer's block."

"Listen, Miss. My time is valuable, and I can't be wasting it on made up problems like 'writer's block.' Now have a good day."

Sherry walked around the desk to where the doctor sat. She reached into the trash can and pulled out a mostly full bottle of what smelled like gin. She shook her head and wagged a finger at the doctor.

"Your time is valuable? Then why is it spent hidden away in a hard to find office drinking cheap gin?"

"It's not cheap gin."

Sherry looked at the label on the bottle.

"Why are you drinking Pine-Sol?"

"And I'm not drinking it. You're a strange person, and I need to ask you to leave."

Sherry cursed Hoisington for being a bad influence on me.

"Okay, but do you mind if I take your nurse with me. That's who I wanted to see anyway."

After an eye roll that even a Russian judge would give a ten for, the doctor shouted, "June Ling."

A petite, Asian woman entered from a side door. She wore a short white skirt and a white blouse with heavy starch. Sheer white hose covered her legs. An old fashion nurse's hat with a heavy red cross completed the seventies porn styling.

On noticing Sherry, she nodded. "Good day, Mistress," she said.

"Good day, Mistress."

"I see you know each other."

"We know of each other," said Sherry. "My sister, Kerry, works with her sister, April."

"And how is my oldest sister," asked Nurse June.

"Oldest?" the doctor said with confusion. "I thought you were one of triplets."

"Yes, April was first born. I was the rotten egg."

Sherry took mercy on the confused doctor and explained,

"She was last out."

"Just get out."

"I'll be back soon," said Nurse June as she picked up her shawl. "And don't drink all the Pine-Sol. I need it for cleaning."

The doctor growled at the retreating backs of both women. The door closed and cut off their laughter.

KEN 5-1

Franz continues:

When we went into the dining room for lunch, I noticed Katka and Foxy already sitting together at a table. We joined them and asked Katka what she had been doing that morning as we hadn't seen her since breakfast. She told us that she had spent some time with Foxy, but that was all she said. She didn't reveal any details. From Katka's smile and Foxy's blushes when her eyes met mine, I knew that they'd both had a good time.

Sandra suggested ordering only a plate with salad and vegetables because the meals of the preceding days had already resulted in an increase in our weight.

After lunch Katka decided that she wanted to talk with Velvet.

"I have even read some stories about Rabelaisians on the web and I am curious if everything I've read is true."

"Hmm," I hummed an answer. "I am not sure. Certainly I am too conservative to learn anymore. Besides, some people have problems getting comfortable with things they don't know about."

"Yep. And if I don't know I should ask. Remember, there aren't any stupid questions, only stupid answers. Are you going to escort me, Sandra?"

Sandra nodded.

"You both have fun," I answered, "but please behave."

"Don't worry, Esu told me that Vel said her door was open all the time."

She smiled and Sandra added, "We will knock on the door before entering."

I watched them until they disappeared from my sight, admiring their contrasting blond and black hair, which swayed around their shoulders. Not knowing what else to do I checked the ship's intranet and decided to take part in an 'Erotic Limerick Workshop' which was scheduled for most of that afternoon.

FK 5-4

Kenny continues:

I pulled the covers from over my head and looked at the women surrounding my prone form. I was having second thoughts. Third thoughts were patiently waiting in queue. Fourth thoughts stood at the counter filling out paper work.

"So you have writer's block, big-time American porn writer."

Sherry snorted and muttered, "Big-time, my ass."

"June Ling have you fix in no time," said Nurse June. "Spent long time in Hong Kong whorehouse and learn Chinese medicine."

suzee looked at me and said, "Does she have to talk in that phony Asian accent?"

"Yeah, Joe," Nurse June said, her eyes burning into me with an accusing glare. "Not like readers can hear June Ling talk like cartoon street whore."

I looked over to suzee. She was giving me the look that usually told me that she wasn't kidding about me needing to change the litter box. I gave in.

"Good. now that I can speak like a human being," said Nurse June, giving me a very filthy look. And not filthy in a good way. "Let's get started with your exam. Stick out your tongue."

"I've got writer's block not a sore throat. Why do you need me to stick out my tongue?"

"Just do it," Nurse June said in a voice that suggested that further questioning would not be wise. She would have called me pig except it had been explained by Sherry that I wasn't into that.

suzee, bless her heart, took mercy on me.

"In Chinese medicine, you can learn a lot about the body and mind from the colour of the tongue. It can help her find out where the blockage is."

"You mean he needs an enema?" Sherry said from the corner she chose to hide in.

"Not that sort of blockage," suzee told her. "Energy blockage. If the jing or jung energy can't move freely through the body, it begins to break down. And it doesn't necessarily mean the body. The mind can also be affected."

"I still say he's full of shit," Sherry mumbled only half to herself.

"Be that as it may." Nurse June looked into my eyes and said, "Stick out your tongue."

I stuck out my tongue. Nurse June studied it with a thoughtful hum. Sherry heaved a bored sigh and plugged her laptop into the cabin's LAN connection. suzee stood near by.

After a long moment of silent study, Nurse June allowed me to return my tongue to my mouth. She took hold of my wrist and measured my pulse. After that, she looked deep into my eyes.

"Damn," she announced at last. "You're right, Sherry; he is full of shit."

Without looking up from her computer screen, Sherry cheered.

A little less satisfied with the diagnosis, suzee said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, more properly, his imagination is so over active that the ideas are crowding the words out, so he can't write."

"So what you mean is that he's so full of BS that's he can't concentrate on writing."

"No," said Nurse June. "I mean he is literally full of shit. It is pressing on the super secret writer's ha-ha point."

suzee's expression grew wary. "And where is the super secret writer's ha-ha point?"

"In the lower reaches of the large intestine," replied Nurse June casually.

"You're just making that up."

"No," Nurse June protested. "There is such a thing."

"Not you," she told the flustered nurse. She pointed at me. "I was talking to him."

"It's your fault, suzee," Sherry said. "You bought him those Ranma comic books."

"I'm going for a walk along the deck." Having made her announcement, suzee grabbed a sweater. She bent over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Just remember that you brought this all on yourself."

"I know. The price one pays to entertain."

"Good luck, Kenny. I'll see you later."

"Thank you, dear. I'll see you in a bit."

As the door closed behind suzee, Nurse June turned to Sherry.

"Are you going to stay too, Sherry?"

"No. I just learnt something that should keep me entertained." Sherry closed her laptop and packed it up. "I need to check on a few things. You have fun."

After Sherry had left, Nurse June turned to me and smiled.

"And now for a bit of fun."

KEN 5-2

Esu continues:

After the late start, my morning had been busy arranging the firework display for the following evening and then I was also confirming on the ship to shore telephone, our plans for the next few days. After all, it wasn't every day you met one of the legends of the newsgroup. I was looking forward to the next stop in Madeira and wanted everything to go as planned. Everything seemed to be running on time.

Rui Jorge had said that he would meet us, but it was going to have to be a secret as I wanted that to be a surprise for denny. I wasn't sure if someone would 'let the cat out of the bag'. I just hoped that it wouldn't be me.

In the afternoon, I decided to stroll along the upper deck and relax for a while before the evening's entertainment which I was going to ask Kenny and suzee to plan.

The deck was very quiet and I decided to relax on a sun bed in the sunshine. I noticed that my skin was tanning quite quickly. At least I was away from the dull dreary weather that's experienced in England at this time of the year. I lay back and closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of the sun on my body.

ESU 5-3

Kenny continues:

Sherry found suzee soon after leaving me in the clutches of Nurse June. She was sitting in a deck chair next to Esu. Esu saw Sherry first and waved the tall blonde over. Sherry walked over. There wasn't a third chair so Sherry hunkered next to the pair.

"Hi, Sherry. Do you want to join us?" said Esu in greeting. "I can have another chair brought over if you want."

"Naw. I'm just passing through. Just caught someone at a naughty on ASSD. I have a little investigating to do before I spring it on him."

"Anyone I know," asked Esu.

"Actually, you do." Sherry thought for a moment then said, "I should probably ask your permission before I do anything to Yotna, anyway."

"What did he do this time?" Esu said with a giggle.

"Confessed a little too much on a sig line. Nothing serious, though," answered Sherry with a chuckle. "So, what were you two talking about?"

"Esu was just asking if Kenny and I had any ideas for tonight's entertainment."

After a shrug, suzee added, "I was about to tell her that I wasn't a writer. And I don't know if Kenny is up to it, right now."

"I have an idea," Sherry said. "The guys had a boy's night with strippers. Let's have a girl's night."

Esu said, "Sounds good. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking of a movie night. You know, romantic type things. Could you send me a list of the movies on board"

"Okay, I'll talk to the chief steward. Anything else?"

"Not right now, but I'll let you know if I come up with something."

Sherry stood up and began to leave. A few steps from suzee and Esu, she stopped and turned around.

"Esu, would you mind if I brought Yotna along with me?"

"He'd hate that."

"Of course, why else do you think I'd want to do it?"

"Then of course, you can bring him." Esu said. "Maybe suzee should bring Kenny along, too. I don't know about her, but I'm about ready to toss him in the coalbunker. I will if I don't get something from him soon."

suzee chuckled into her wine glass.

"I think," she said, "that he might be over his writer's block soon."

Nurse June came out of the stateroom bath. She had shed her skirt and blouse but retained, for whatever reason, the white nurse's hat. She also wore the hose, which were thigh high stockings of the type that did not need suspenders to stay on her thin legs.

I watched her move across the room. Her butt was slim, not more than a handful for each cheek. Each had just enough for it to move in that delightful way that only a woman's butt cheeks can move. When she first turned to face me, she noticed the hungry look in my eyes.

She smiled.

The rest of Nurse June's preparations turned into a show. In silence, she flowed across the room. Portholes were shaded. The lights were dimmed. She programmed soothing music from the ship's system into the room's MP3 player. With each movement, she displayed her body to me.

From the bed, I watched in a silence equal to hers. I studied her lovely brown body until she lowered the last light. She walked to me. She leaned over to adjust my pillow.

I found a small breast in my face. A pert nipple hung just inches from my mouth. She slowly fluffed the pillow, taking more time than it should have taken. I stared at the dark brown nipple.

When she pulled away, I looked into her dark eyes. She winked at me and laughed.

"You are either gay or a gentleman. And the look in your eye tells me that you're not gay."

"No," I said in a breathless voice. "I'm not."

She laughed again.

"Poor baby. I'm afraid you might not like this." She patted the space next to me on the bed. "Roll over."

I complied.

"What are you going to do?"

"Hush now," said Nurse June. "I just need to get to that pressure point."

She took hold of the waistband of my pajama bottoms. I arched up to ease her effort. With a smooth yank, she had my bottoms off. She took my legs and spread them apart.

I heard the sound of rubber snapping. I jerked around to see June adjusting a glove on her hand. She winked at me again.

"Don't worry. You might find yourself enjoying this, but you'll need to relax."

She moved behind me. I felt the latex of the glove probe between the cheeks of my butt. There was the snap of a plastic cap popping open. I closed my eyes tight. A whimper escaped my throat.

"Hush."

A finger stroked my asshole. I can't you tell which of Nurse June's fingers it was other than it belonged to the gloved hand, because, as mentioned above, my eyes were shut. I will add that at this point in the narrative, my eyes were shut even tighter. Further, my face was buried in the pillow, so even if I had my eyes open, I wouldn't have known more than I've just reported.

Her finger spread a chilly lubricant over the outside of my asshole.

Several times, the finger withdrew as more lube was squirted over and around my ass, before I felt pressure against my nether opening. My heart began pounding loud enough to hear each beat and feel the pulse in my head.

The pressure held steady as my supply of non-silly, sounding synonyms ran down. My asshole resisted for a long moment, then it gave way. Nurse June twisted her finger as it entered my body, carrying the lube inside. A short distance in, she withdrew and then pushed it back inside. She continued with these short thrusts. Each one went a little deeper, transferring even more lube into my bowels.

When her entire finger was inside me, she held it still, letting my body get used to the intrusion. I sighed into the pillow and counted heart-beats.

At the fifth beat, she pulled the finger completely out of my ass. After a moment of recovery, I felt her around my ass again. This time, two fingers stretched the ring of muscle around the entrance. With surprising ease, both slid inside my bowels with one smooth motion. I moaned into the pillow as she hooked a finger to touch my prostrate gland and held the other straight. Slowly, she began to fuck me with her fingers.

Her other hand began to massage my balls. Instinctively, I began to thrust back up into her fingers. I felt her body shift on the bed, then heard her voice in my ear.

"You've done this before haven't you, Kenny?"

I gave a weak nod of my head. Her hand moved from my balls and took hold of my head. Gently, she turned my head, so my face was no longer buried in the pillow. She released me and let my cheek settle where I had hidden my face. Her eyes looked into mine.

"Tell me."

"When I was a boy. In high school."

"Who fucked your ass?"

"It was just me. I had this cigar tube. I used it sometimes. When I jacked off at night. But I didn't do it very often."

"Why not, Kenny? Why didn't you do it very often?" Her voice was a seductive whisper that mimicked the softness in my voice. "Didn't it feel good to have something in your ass?"

"Yes, it felt good," I admitted. "But it's not right. Guys don't do that sort of thing."

"So, you did it late at night. In the dark, so you could keep your shame secret." She laughed. "You men can be so silly, trying to hide from what feels good just because of your stupid fears of being gay or weak."

She withdrew her fingers from my ass. They returned with a third finger.

"It isn't weak to take pleasure where you can find it. You're not gay if you body responds to being taken in the ass, especially if you find you enjoy it with a woman."

I turned my head, trying to hide once again in the pillow.

"You've done this before with suzee, too, haven't you?"

I gave two weak nods of my head.

"A dildo?"

Again, I nodded.

"A strap-on?"

I shook my head.

"But you want it that way, don't you?"

I nodded my head. My ex once joked that she would try anal with me, if she could fuck me up the ass first using a strap-on the same size as my larger than normal penis. We broke up before we could do it, but the image took a hold in my fantasy life. Even now, I imagine her entering my ass with a strap-on.

"I'll need to fuck you with a dildo to reach the pressure point. Do you want me to use a strap-on?"

I thought about it. My fantasy still revolved around my ex taking my virginity back then, but this was here and now. I could live it out with the sexy woman above me, who already was assaulting my ass. I would never get a chance to do it with my ex, but...

Shaking my head, I turned so I could speak clearly.

"suzee."

"Okay, Kenny. We'll save the strap-on for suzee, but now it's time for the dildo."

She pulled her three fingers from my ass and stood up on her knees. Reaching over me, she pulled the drawer of the nightstand open. Facing away from that side of the bed, I could only hear her rummaging through the contents.

After a while the sound of moving plastic ended, Nurse June moved around again so she was next to my ass. I felt her movement as she maneuvered her body in a comfortable position, then I felt the cold plastic make contact against my asshole.

She screwed it into my body in a literal sense. With a clockwise twist she pushed the dildo inside my ass. I winced at the unfamiliar sensation of the intrusion. It had happened only a few times before this; never often enough so that I have grown used to or comfortable with the feeling of fullness.

Nor have I gotten used to the pressure I felt on my prostrate.

Those stories are correct about comparing the experience of an ass fuck to a bowel movement, except for the pressure against the prostrate. I could feel a tingling that ran up my cock. It ran up the underside, like a steady stream of cum.

I closed my eyes. Letting myself get lost in what was happening, my body began to respond. I humped the bed. My dick getting friction against the sheets, I masturbated in time with the dildo June pumped in my ass.

At first, my motion was easy and slow. I just stroked my cock against the sheet in a sensuous way. As the pressure in my ass grew more intense, I lost control of myself. My hips began to violently fuck the bed. June placed a hand on an ass cheek, pressing me firmly against the bed.

"Easy, Kenny." Her voice was calm, relaxing. "Pace yourself. We still need to work that point of yours."

I was breathing hard. I could easily see myself whimpering at the need to release the growing sexual need. I fought against her restraining hand, but only weakly. I still had enough free movement to tease myself, as the urge to cum grew inside me. I became hyper focused on my cock and the building pressure of the orgasm that I couldn't quite seem to achieve.

As I tried to control myself, June pumped the dildo in my ass. Her strokes were light and short, maybe just an inch at a time. The tip always struck the same spot; though the shaft kept a constant pressure against my prostrate.

She stopped the fucking just when I thought I could take no more. The tip remained at the spot in my bowels at the full depth she had been fucking me. She twisted the dildo at this time with a back and forth motion.

My eyes flew open. Words began to pour into my head; I began to narrate as well as feel what was happening.

I sighed.

With that sigh, June took her hand from my ass. She pulled the dildo nearly out, then slammed it home. Her fucking became earnest. My hips responded in kind. With her restraint removed, I thrust my cock against the sheets. I felt the pressure build. I held it back until at last, it became irresistible.

I shot myself into the sheets. The slick of my semen spread into them and against my skin, smearing into the body hair around my crotch and stomach. My body relaxed. My hips quit moving.

June pulled the dildo from my ass. Without a word, she stood and walked back to the bathroom. I heard the sink running, as I left the bed. I went to the laptop that suzee and I had brought along. The cum dried on my stomach as words began to pour out onto the screen.

June came out of the bathroom, dressed. From the corner of my vision, I noticed her watching me. I looked up and smiled at her. She gave me a thumbs up then left me alone in the stateroom.

KEN 5-3

Yotna continues:

All in all it had been an odd day; firstly there had been the disconcerting experience of waking up before Esu. Then to my amazement she forgave me for my slight indiscretion in Lisbon, and enforced no penalty on me. Like none. Really. So you will understand dear reader - that I was disorientated. Gradually, as the day progressed this diminished, as the pretend captaincy can be very relaxing.

My conversation with Vel combined with her impressive demonstration had unsettled me. Of course I had considered our security, as a diligent captain should. But in my excitement about the cruise it had seemed but a minor detail. I was no longer so relaxed; Vel and Harvey had seemed genuinely worried. Even the promise of Stasya's arrival did not quell my fear. It would be good to see my old friend again, but I had no desire to put him, or us, in danger. In this sombre mood I wandered back towards my stateroom. I was suddenly assaulted from my left hand side by a dishevelled ships doctor.

"It's a dish... grace passengers misusing medical shctaff..."

I shrugged myself away from the obviously inebriated clinician, repulsed equally by both her condition, and more oddly, by the strong smell of disinfectant.

"I'm sorry, has one of my guest's upset you? I asked politely.

"Pushy 'merican broad, all legs and attitude..." the doc replied.

"Oh, Sherry, it must be Sherry — I'm sorry she can be a little tetchy."

"Tetchy? I got a better word... Ruddy rude!"

"Er, that's two words." I quipped.

"Bloody know nothing, know it all writers. She was wude... Rude to me. What do you propose to do about it? Captain!" She spat.

"Well I could chastise her... Or I could offer you free drinks on us at the bar this evening?" I winked as unsuggestively as I could.

"Free drinks... Hmm, I'd rather horse whip her and tie her down to my bunk..."

"I can imagine..." I winced at the thought, "But, FREE DRINKS!"

"Yes. OK, it's a deal. Not that I'm satisfied, but all right." She slurred.

"I wonder what would satisfy you... You old drunk." I whispered under my breath.

"What did you say?" She barked.

"Oh nothing. Just wondered where I would be on Saturday. Probably on an old bunk." I had automatically reverted into 'salesman rapid lie speak'.

"Have you been drinking? You speak utter rubbish sometimes? Still, anyway nice doing business with you, you are an officer and gentleman."

The doctor lurched forward and planted her lips on mine. Instantaneously her left hand cupped and then nipped my testicles.

"I shall be in my cabin later on, if you need any medical care. Or anything..." She watched me closely through bleary her eyes.

"I shall remember that, thanks for the offer." I smiled, ignoring my somersaulting stomach. A man can only take a few Pine-Sol vapours at one time.

"Good, 'til later then."

The sozzled doctor lurched away from me and staggered towards the crew's quarters.

"Yes go and have a lay down, you will be safe in your cabin," I called, "in particular from me..." I added in a whisper.

I turned and headed once more for my cabin, I sighed, I was going to have to have words with Sherry. That was not my idea of fun. Little did I know how right I would be, or how soon the tables would be turned. Once I entered my cabin the day went from weird to desperate, and I'm not even a housewife.

YOT 5-1

Kenny continues:

After another hard day of 'Captaining' the Fantasy, Yotna walked along the deck to his stateroom. As he passed his guests and passengers, he noticed that each of them looked at him with a mix of scorn and pity, mostly pity. He even heard a crew member call him a "poor son a bitch."

Yotna frantically searched his memory for what he said, did, not said, not did, or otherwise cause the ire of his wife, Esu, the always lovely and not to be displeased. He was getting used to being in trouble (after all he was married), but he usually knew why he was in trouble.

The not knowing made life difficult. He had finally developed the skill of not confessing to transgressions that Esu didn't know about, but he hated the nervous minutes while he waited for his darling wife to tell him the reason for whatever fiendish torture that she had developed. He just hoped that it wasn't the toilet seat thing again; last time he had to go to the store and buy (shudder) cumin and a package of this slimy stuff call tofu, which she then made him eat. He just barely survived.

At the stateroom door, he thought about doing the manly thing and hiding in the coal bunker (the real one with the coal in it not the one with the bondage equipment), but then Esu would track him down and do something real nasty to him. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

The stateroom was dark. Unnaturally dark to the point that the light from the passageway was swallowed just a few inches into the room. Yotna swallowed. He could see nothing inside, and could hear nothing. He reached for the switch to the lights. He flipped and the light refused to appear.

"Esu?"

He waited. The love of his life did not respond.

"Esu?"

Still nothing. He tried again but failed horribly at keeping the terror from his voice so that it sounded like the squeaky call of a teenager.

"Esu?"

There was a long still silence like that which follows the death cry of prey before the careless sound of dining predators. At last, when Yotna could take it no more a voice came from the darkness.

"You've been a bad boy, Yotna."

The light returned to the room on its own. On his and Esu's bed sat a tall, long legged blonde in a short, black leather skirt and a white blouse. She twirled a pair of steel handcuffs around a long finger. She looked at him with not as much as a smile but as a smirk.

"A very bad boy, indeed."

"I..."

"Quiet. I don't want to hear about it. You'll only make excuses. I've seen what you've done. I even saw you brag about it on ASSD. Now is not the time for excuses or reasons or babbled insane pleas. Now is the time of your punishment."

"Wha..."

"What did you do?"

Yotna nodded. The blonde dropped the handcuffs to the bed and stood. She walked over the small refrigerator in the corner and opened it. A girl in the ripped remains of a Judge Parker High School cheerleading uniform was inside, trussed up into a tight ball. Sherry reached down and pulled the red ball gag from her mouth.

"Hi," said the young women in a high-pitched voice. "My name is Tiffany. I'm a senior."

"Uh!"

"Yep, Yotna. 'Uh!' You didn't think that I would take your sig line seriously and check to see if you really had an eighteen year old in your fridge."

Yotna's heart started to pound as the blonde, the much-feared Officer Sherry walked towards him.

"You were wrong. I did." She stopped in front of him and poked him in the chest. "There are laws against those types of things, mister. And I'm a cop. Granted, I'm a dirty cop, but I'm still a cop."

From behind Sherry, Tiffany added, "Look, my boobies are all pointy."

"So, I'm taking little Tiffany back to my stateroom and help her... warm up... yeah help her warm up." Sherry smirked again at some private joke. "And at the end of the cruise I'm going to put her back where you got her. Somewhat safe and mostly sound."

Yotna held back a sigh. He almost thought he was going to get off, but that little part in the back of his head warned him not to get his hopes up. That little part was correct.

Sherry walked back to Tiffany. She returned to gag to the barely legal teen's mouth and closed the door to the refrigerator. She walked back to Yotna, retrieving the handcuffs on the way.

"But first. You're going to help us girls watch a movie. You'll love it. When it's over there won't be a dry eye in the place." Sherry's smirk turned into an evil grin. "Oh, and to let you know. We can't find the remote.

Yotna's scream could be heard a mile inland.

KEN 5-4

Yotna continues:

I sat on the bed, my head hung low as I watched Sherry's lips move, I'm pretty sure she was saying something, but my attention was elsewhere. The cock brain had kicked in, and it directed all my senses towards the stiff nipples of the teenager standing slightly to the rear of the irate officer. Sherry finally said something that got my attention, my head brain kicked back in, and my ears pricked up.

"But first. You're going to help us girls watch a movie. You'll love it. When it's over there won't be a dry eye in the place." Sherry's smirk turned into an evil grin. "Oh, and to let you know. We can't find the remote."

I found my voice.

"This is a set up! I have been framed... I have never seen her before. Tiffany may look like jail bait, but I'm sure she's not. No Tiffany is a plant!"

Sherry grinned wickedly, and the video began. Suddenly I really found my voice. My pained scream rang out.

YOT 5-2

Franz continues:

I definitely recognised Yotna's voice. His scream could be heard miles away.

Weird things happened through the afternoon. First I saw Sherry flirting with one of the stewards, but soon afterwards she was visiting the ship's doctor. Then she returned together with an Asian in a very short nurse uniform and disappeared in the Gamera delegation's stateroom.

More time passed and then I noticed denny walking along the deck. He greeted me waving a crumbled newspaper, which I recognised from its colour as the 'Financial Times'.

Then again some time later, Sherry and suzee left. Sherry was dressed in black leather and appeared dangerous; they both disappeared in the gangway to Esu's and Yotna's stateroom.

Now don't think I am curious, but I sat in the lounge and tried to recapitulate another ASSM writer's workshop — erotic limericks.

'The tattooed hooker from Yale
On her tits had the price for her tail'

What the fuck? Why did the hooker have a tail? Now, if she had to tell a tale...

'And on her behind,
In aid of the blind,'

Certainly he had masturbated too much, eh?

'Had the very same thing in Braille.'

Did the latest Sex Workers Customers Act make it mandatory to have price information tattooed on a hooker's tits? And what technique was used to put it on her ass in Braille?

I decided that I had to write to Jim ASAP for learning some more. It was he who had provided the limerick to a Yahoo group that I was a member of.

I was still thinking about the Braille, when Yotna came by, whistling.

He waved to me and I greeted him back.

"You're in a good mood it seems."

"You're right. Due to good attitude during the dinner I don't have to sleep in the coal bunker for the next two nights the lady of my heart decided."

Then he disappeared.

I had been the only student attending the Erotic Limerick Workshop I wondered why when even the professor didn't show up, but then I realised that the nurse was still at Kenny's while Officer Sherry and suzee had disappeared with Esu so I decided to investigate what was happening.

I was only a few steps away from the door into Esu's and Yotna's stateroom, when I saw the 'Financial Times' lying on the floor. That was when I heard Yotna's scream.

I didn't hesitate for a second. My friend Yotna was in danger! Within seconds I reached ramming speed and my 95 kilograms body (not so well trained like most writers would describe themselves in a first person POV story) crashed against the thin door. The door was weaker than I expected because I broke in, falling into the stateroom together with the door. I was prepared to rescue a friend.

FK 5-5

Yotna continues:

My pained scream brought an almost instant response. I watched in awe as Franz's frantic form flew into the room, it posed for one second in true 'Superman' posture before crumpling to the floor at Sherry's feet.

"Gee, this sure is a fun place," grinned Tiffany, "and so much warmer."

Franz looked up at me, and I looked down at him; both of us studiously avoided looking at the flickering TV screen.

"Well, Howdy Dowdy Franz — were you a partner in Yotna's crime"?

"Crime, I? No, Franz is above such things — I merely came to rescue him. It was my humanitarian duty!"

"Ah a humanitarian," Sherry grinned wickedly," I like humanitarian's... for desserts."

Franz swallowed hard.

Sherry continued, "I was here in an official capacity Franz, to do a rescue of my own. This poor, but generously nippled cheerleader was imprisoned in Yotna's refrigerator. What you heard was Yotna's reaction to his 'Videodrome' punishment. Lot of fuss about... mostly nothing."

Finally my frustration broke.

"Nothing... Nothing! Stuff like that could rot a man's brain... Worse still it could rot both his brains."

Franz's looked at me oddly.

"Both?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll explain later." I added as an aside. "OK, so maybe I keep the odd cheerleader in the cooler... It used to be beer, but I'm on a diet." I pause and look to my companion's for a sign of understanding, there was none. "Look us English often wake up in the middle of the night in need of a 'cool one'. This way I can have one, and far from it being calorie rich — I can get some much needed exercise. We can be a little eccentric you know..."

Franz's nodded, but even I was unsure if he got it.

"See, a perfectly innocent explanation."

Tiffany perked up.

"Sherry these two are a bit 'off the wall' for me. Can we go some place and relax?"

"Sure thing kiddo, I think my work here is done. Be warned though Yotna, you are being monitored..."

"Yes, Ma'am whatever you say Ma'am." I smiled, and gave my best captain's salute.

"So keep in line..." Sherry barked.

"Yes, Officer Sherry Ma'am" I responded, surprised to hear Franz's voice echo my own. Mind you, on reflection, her order did seem irresistible.

Sherry marched to the damaged door, before pausing to usher Tiffany from my stateroom. Her hand patted Tiff's pert rump, and then it nipped lustily. I had little doubt that young Tiffany was in for a long and very relaxing session under the Officer's expert guidance.

As the door shut I extended my right hand, and helped Franz's up from the floor. He winked at me.

"Are you all right my friend?" He asked.

"Much better thanks to you Franz, that was a fate worse than anything Esu could have devised." I sighed.

"I should get back to Katka, as long as you are, settled."

"Yeah, I'm fine. And Franz's, thanks!"

"No problem Yottie, none at all."

Franz's left, and I phoned maintenance, to report a 'slight problem' with the security of my stateroom door. The efficiency of the Fantasy's crew amazed me; the door was soon as good as new. Heather, the ships female chippy stood up and smoothed her boiler suit over her ample curves. She smiled and spoke. "There we go, safe and sound - even I couldn't get in... unless you inviited me."

"Thanks Heather, you are very handy."

"I have had no complaints." She quipped, before turning and flouncing out, her mane of auburn hair bobbing.

Now reader this was a more interesting proposition than the boozy ship's doctor. Not that the doctor was hard on the eye, but she was a little too close to my own age, and I could do without a drinker on my case. The chippy though, now she had a way with wood, and I had some hard wood that was in need of a French polish. Still no time for musing, I had to go check on my other 'cool chick' Tiffany's team mate...

YOT 5-3

Franz continues:

I was sitting in front of my laptop, exchanging e-mails with denny and answering some of his messages to the newsgroup — it seemed to be weird exchanging emails, when we could speak personally in the lounge or on the deck — when the ship's siren suddenly sounded and the P/A announced the mandatory evacuation exercise.

The siren disturbed me from my thoughts. I still was wondering why Yotna had put the cheerleader into the fridge. Cheerleaders had been inspiring writers since alt.sex.stories had been founded, cheerleaders were in the dirty fantasy of mostly male football fans, and cheerleaders were the target of conservative politicians and not only when Carolina Panthers cheerleaders were having sex with each other in a bathroom stall.

Now I began to wonder why the exercise hadn't been done before. Anyway, I was sure that if the 'Fantasy' sank I would end up in a different life-boat than the two women of my heart; I'd be together with the two gay crew members, so not entering the rescue boat was perhaps the better alternative.

Sandra and Katka were sleeping together, sharing one blanket, when they were so rudely woken. In my opinion it was a good measure into perversity to undertake this exercise, when the digital watch on my wrist showed almost midnight, but what the fuck...

"What's happening?" Sandra asked.

'Will the ship go down?' Katka wondered.

I decided to take my revenge on some of Katka's mind games.

"Sure, we're requested to evacuate immediately."

I made sure that the only clothing they took was the life saver vests and they appeared very sexy in them. Of course I was fully dressed. Outside the crew members chuckled and many of the seamen took more than a second look on the luscious young nudes.

Kenny didn't notice the naked bodies, he was studying the crumpled copy of the 'Financial Times' (I began to wonder how many passengers did read it and truly considered to ask the First Mate for a subscription as well, since I didn't want to appear an outsider!) I asked the steward, which boat was assigned for us and he told me boat number six near the stern. He accompanied us to it and we climbed in once we had unfastened the cover.

Inside I found a basket which contained abottle of 'Veuve Cliquot' and some food as well as a note: 'We hope you have enjoyed your journey on the 'HMS Fantasy' so far. Please take this little basket as a compensation for this exercise.'

"Exercise?" Katka called out.

"What, oh no, you're a jerk!" Sandra exclaimed.

They both jumped on me.

When we returned to our cabin, much later, I was weak on my legs, but I can assure you that it wasn't because of the Champagne...

FK 5-6

Yotna continues:

Cautiously I made my way through the cargo room and towards the second cargo compartment. I could hear some sort of disagreement from the bowels of the ship, but I ignored it. Eventually I arrived at the door to the sail room, I sighed, and checked behind me to ensure no interlopers were tailing along. The last thing I needed at the moment was Sherry creeping around using her detective skills. The coast was clear.

I edged along the neatly folded sails to the far apex at the bow of the ship. I switched on my pocket torch and shone the beam on the large white box. My hand gripped the handle and pulled.

"Y-y-y-yotna, a-a-re you r-r-r-ready for me?" Asked the shivering girl.

"Oh yes, mind you there has been a slight change of plan. Still nothing for you to worry your little head over. Here let me give you a warming rub down." I replied.

"Actually my l-l-l-legs are c-c-c-colder than my nipples Yotna."

"Oh sorry, there, is that better?"

"Um, y-y-yes, but not so much between my legs — as down them..."

"I'll kneel down, so I can rub them better."

"Oh, oh, that's nice... You don't mind your face being pressed into my... Oh, that's warm. How are you doing that?"

I did not reply of course, a true gentleman never speaks with his mouth full.

YOT 5-4