Chapter 5
Capt. St. John and his niece Laura
All preparations being completed, I was taken by my father on board the good ship 'Cammarrilla' and given in charge to Captain St. John.
My maid, Zilla accompanied me. She was in great spirits, not only on account of the new life before her, but because my father had promsed her her freedom if she served me faithfully until I was twenty-one.
I was glad to find on board the vessel, when I arrived, a pleasing and very good-looking young lady who was introduced to me by the Captain as his niece Laura.
The ship was to sail next morning so our first thought was to make ourselves as comfortable as we could.
A small cabin was allotted to me next to the one occupied by Laura. On the opposite side of the saloon were two similar cabins, occupied respectively by the captain and Mr. Yeats, the mate, who was agreeable and gentlemanly in his manner to we ladies.
Zilla had a snug cabin assigned to her in the fore part of the ship near the petty officers, which pleased her well, for she was an inveterate flirt.
The captain seemed a plain, honest seaman; a little hot-tempered, yet exceedingly kind and genial in his nature. He was a widower, about fifty years of age, but still in the prime of his life.
He always spoke of himself as r. professed admirer of the fair sex, which I soon verified as far as sex was concerned.
Laura was very friendly and communicative, and as the captain and mate were busy getting the ship in order for an early start, we were left alone almost all the first evening.
She showed me how to stow away my belongings in what she called ship-shape, that is, making the most of the very limited space at our disposal.
She told me this was her second trip with her uncle, who was her guardian, and that as he had no settled home she preferred being at sea with him to living on shore by herself. She said that he had many funny ways, and was fond of making free with any girl who would let him but that I need not be afraid for he really meant no harm.
"After all, Queenie, how very dull life would be if we were always straight-laced and never enjoyed a little fun when he can."
I said I quite agreed with her, and that although very young I had seen enough of the world to prove the truth of the poet's 'Every woman at heart is a rake'-"not that I quite understand what that means," I added.
She laughed, and promised to instruct me more fully if I wished. She said that I had come to a very good school for acquiring any learning I needed in this respect.
When it grew dark the captain and the matt came down, mixed some grog and prevailed on us to take a little, after which the captain said it would be as well for us to turn in as it was likely we would be awakened early when the ship was getting under way.
He wished me good-night, called me his dear child, and told me that he liked me not only for my father's sake but still more for my own, for he found me so innocent, pretty, and good. (I fear that like most men he was taken in with a pretty face, and thought that all the rest must follow suit.) Then, drawing me towards him, he kissed me on the cheek and directed Laura to see me comfortably settled in my berth.
Next morning I was awakened at dawn by a great trampling of feet and rasping of cables on the deck overhead. Soon afterwards the vessel began to heave and plunge as she felt the wind acting on her wide-spread canvas.
At first I thought the motion agreeable, but I quickly found it produced most unpleasant effects on my internal organs, and I felt for the first time that distress called sea-sickness.
As the motion went on the sickness increased, and I lay tossing and moaning in my berth.
At length the cabin boy peeped in to enquire when I wished to have breakfast.
I told him I wanted nothing, but to send in my maid Zilla, for I was very sick. He replied that she was quite as bed as myself, and so was Miss Laura, too, but that he would tell the captain.
The captain soon knocked on my door, and asked if he might enter. I called to him to come in. On entering he came up to the side of my berth, looked kindly at me, and told me to cheer up and to have some breakfast, and that I would be all right by and by.
"Oh, I am too sick to eat anything," I cried. "I feel as if I am going to die."
"Not at all," he said, raising me up, "you have plenty of life left in you yet."
He held me up with his arm around me, and sick as I was I noticed how his eyes gleamed as he caught a glimpse of my bare bosom through the opening of my nightdress.
"Lay me back," I muttered. "Oh! I am so sick!"
He laid me down, and as he smoothed my nightdress he passed his hands lightly over my breasts.
"You are very hot," he said thickly. "Shall I remove some of this thick covering?"
I muttered approval, and he drew off the coverlet and blanket. While doing so, he moved his hands over my thighs and rested one on my stomach.
"Is it here that you feel uneasy?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, captain!" I gasped. "Oh! I am so sick!"
"You are very bad, my poor child," he said, "but I know what will do you good-a glass of hot grog. I will go and get it for you."
"Oh. no!" I cried. "I wouldn't be able to drink it!"
However, he went off and soon returned with a steaming hot tumbler in his hand. After much coaxing and entreaty I gulped down a good portion of its contents.
It speedily threw me into a kind of stupor; the excessive sickness moderated, and I lay back helpless and exhausted and with a spinning in my brain that made me almost unconscious.
The captain then proceeded to arrange the clothes around me, and finding I made no resistance he passed his hand up under my nightie and between my thighs until he reached my mount, on which the hair was just beginning to appear.
He felt about the lips, and rubbed his fingers in the chink between them. Then, pulling up my nightdress. he separated my thighs and kissed my cunt.
"What are you doing?" I muttered.
"Taking care of my little pet," he replied softly, as he drew the covering over me. Then he kissed my fore-had and went away.
I lay in a stupor the whole of that day. I felt so weak after the sickness, and was so bemused by the brandy, that I was unable to move, and I did not care what happened to me. I was just conscious that the captain came in several times to see and enquire how I was getting on.
In the evening Laura paid me a visit and brought me some tea, which I found refreshing.
She said she had been very sick herself, for it was unusually rough. She asked me if the captain had been to see me, and whether he had taken good care of me.
I said he had come in several times to enquire how I was, and had brought me some brandy and water which had made me quite stupefied. He had then taken care of me after a fashion.
"Oh! I understand," said Laura, laughing. "That old dodge of his, and I may as well tell you-for you would find out-that my uncle regards me as something nearer than a niece, and that was the way he commenced. He evidently now desires to bring you into the same intimate connection, and I am not in the least jealous. I expect he showed his care for you by taking a liberty or two when you were scarcely able to oppose him. But you don't mind, Queenie, do you? A little petting is not disagreeable," and she put her hand to the lower part of my belly.
"You don't mind me, do you, my pet?" she said, putting her hand between my thighs. "What a charming little love trap you have, Queenie! I don't wonder at the captain coming to you again and again, after he had found a way of getting at it; but how roomy it is! Queenie. you are not so innocent as you would appear. You must tell me all about yourself, and we will confide in each other. Now put your hand on me here and feel me. while we seal our mutual confidence with a kiss."
Lifting up her dress as she stood by the side of my berth, she took my hand and pushed it between her firm, smooth naked thighs up to an immence bush of hair that clustered at their junction.
In the midst of it I felt the projecting ridges of two fat lips, and to please her I pressed my fingers into the moist crack between them.
"You are a little roomy yourself, Laura," I said, as I pushed two or three fingers up the passage.
Laura laughed and said. "It is well to suit all comers, you know."
"Well. I don't know. What do you mean by all comers?" I asked, looking very simple.
"Now. Queenie. don't try to tell me that I am quite sure you know as well as I do what kind of comers we like to visit us there, and I would venture a good sum that you know the names, too. Now, suppose I give you the first letter, 'P' tell me the second."
"'R.'" I answered, turning away my face.
"That's right. J.' Now go on."
""C" I said.
"And I will finish with a 'K,' and pronounce 'Prick'. And now for its friend and companion that we are perhaps more familiar with-"C"...."
"'U' " I supplied. " 'N,T,'" I added.
"Say the word."
"Cunt," I said.
"Good," said Laura, "so far as the agents are concerned. And now for the act. 'F...."
"U,C,K," ' I supplied. "Fuck."
"You will do," said Laura. "You are quite up to mark, just as I thought. You need teaching, only practice, and the captain will give you enough of that. But now, my dear, you ought to get some sleep, so that you will be stronger and fresher tomorrow."
She then got me a cup of excellent coffee with beaten egg in it which quite set me up, and as the motion of the ship was more easy I soon fell asleep.
When I awoke next morning, to my great surprise I found myself in the arms of a naked man, who stopped my cry with a kiss.
"Be quiet, darling Queenie," he said, getting over me and half smothering me with his weight.
"It's only your friend the captain. I heard all your conversation with Laura last night, and I could not resist the temptation to visit you this morning so that you may find out what my 'comer' is like. Where is your hand?"
He caught my wrist and forced my hand on his prick while he pushed his knee between my thighs.
"Captain St. John, I can't permit this. You had no right to come in here without my permission. Let go my hand! No! I won't hold it! I don't want to know how big it is! I won't let you put it in! You are hurting me! Oh!"
"Well, take your hand out of the way and open your legs more. Oh! my love! Let it go in! There!" he said, as he pushed his prick into my cunt and forcibly drove it up.
When I felt the dear thing enter the region of love, and penetrate to the centre of delight, every other thought passed away, and with the utmost abandon I threw my arms around him and pressed him to my heart.
That's the way to do it, my darling. Heave your sweet little bum. Oh! Isn't that good?" he asked, working his prick rapidly in and out of my throbbing cunt.
"Have I permission to fuck you now, Queenie?" he asked, as he paused for a moment with the whole length of his prick embedded in my cunt.
"Oh, fuck away! How could I refuse, with your great prick filling all my cunt."
My using the words prick, cunt and fuck, as I expected, fired the train, and with successive grunts of satisfaction he poured his hot seed into my cunt.
After lying on me for a while he moved to one side, and having wiped his tool he placed my hand on it again.
The touch of a new prick was certainly pleasant and exciting, so I said nothing but quietly played with his balls while I worked the foreskin up and down until he was as stiff as before.
This pleased him immensely, for he whispered, "Oh, Queenie, you give a man more satisfaction thany any girl I have ever fucked. You shall be queen of the ship while you remain on board. You have only to command and it will be my pleasure to obey. Is there anything I can do to gratify you and prove my devotion?"
"Yes," I replied, as I continued to frig his standing prick. "I would like to see you putting your prick into Laura."
"Ah! You want to punish her and have pleasure at the same time. See, here's the means of doing that-she meant this for you," and he opened a locker and took out a small, pliant birch rod, carefully tied with green ribbon.
"Take it to your cabin and be ready when I call you. Mat Yeats has change of the deck, but I guess he and Laura will be flirting together How shall we get her here?"
"Leave that to me. I'll manage to have her here shortly, and then I'll pretend to go on deck myself."
I found more difficulty than I expected in getting her away from Mr. Yeats, whom she evidently treated as an accepted lover.
However, I prevailed on her to go down for a book of poems we had been talking about.
I followed and went softly to my own cabin, leaving the door open. I soon heard Laura saying to the captain, "Let me go, Uncle; I can't stay now."
"Why not?" he asked. "Mat will have plenty of you very shortly. He told me this morning that you had accepted him, and asked my leave to marry you when we get to Port Royal in Jamaica."
"Well, and what did you say in reply?"
"I told him he could marry you as soon as he liked, on one condition."
"What is that?" she asked.
"Only that he must share you with me, and promises never to become jealous."
"Oh, Uncle, how could you! That will turn him against me altogether."
"Not a bit of it. Mat and I understand each other. We have always been free together. Many a time he has watched me fucking his sister; and once he got so excited he fucked her himself in front of me. So you need not fear that he will draw off on that account. Anyway, let us have one more fuck-and you can give my old fellow a nice suck first, just to put him in a good humour."
Laura then took hold of the captan prick and pushed it into her mouth, giving it a good suck.
"There! He is fine and stiff again, so now fuck me and let me go."
"Here goes then. I'll lean back and you can mount across me. That's rght. How hot your cunt feels! Now lean forward and kiss me," he said, as he pulled her clothes up over her back. "If Queenie was here now she would have a grand sight; a magnificent white arse cocked up, and a fine brown cunt below chocked with rampant prick! Queenie! Queenie! Come here!"
I quickly made my appearance and closed the door. Laura turned her face towards me as I entered, smiled at me, and said: "Queenie, it's your turn now to look on," and then boldly asked, "how do you like my bottom?"
"It is beautifully white, plump, and dimpled," I said, laughing. "All it wants is to be reddened a bit to make it blush for its impudence. A slight touch with this," I said, holding up the birch, "would make it all rght. May I try it, Laura?"
"You may, if you do it moderately."
To give me more freedom I stripped off my frock and stood in my chemise and drawers, through the big slit of which my cunt showed quite naked, and called out, "Hold her, captain, I owe her something!" I then gave her bottom some smart cuts with the birch.
She writhed and bounced over the captain as she felt the stings of the rod on her soft, creamy bottom.
"That's right, Queenie, that's the way to put life into her cunt," said the captain. "You can't imagine how it makes her gobble my prick. Punish her well. Every whack on her arse adds heat and vigour to her cunt."
"Oh! Queenie. be merciful!" cried Laura. "That's enough! I can't bear any more, indeed I can't. Stop! I say stop! You are cutting my bottom to pieces you cruel girl!"
But the spirit of lust and cruelty had taken possession of me. I scarcely heeded her cries, and continued administering the most cutting strokes I could deliver, making the pliant ends of the birch reach the tender insides of her thighs and the soft borders around her cunt.
There was mercy in this, too; for it not only hastened the consummation but heightened the enjoyment at the finish.
Her excitement was now intense, and she so bounded up and down on the captain and compressed his prick with such force in her cunt, that she caused an immediate overflow of spending on both sides, and the frothy sperm ran down over his balls and bottom.
The captain now commended her fortitude, and giving her a warm kiss he thanked her for the pleasure she had afforded him and which had been greatly increased through her pain.
I took her in my arms, and she shooked her clothes down over her smarting bottom. I begged her to forgive me for whipping her. for I really could not help it as her bottom looked so enticing for the rod and we would be friends for ever more.
"Yes I forgive you. Indeed, I must confess that the pleasure at the end more than counterbalanced the suffering which led to it-as you may someday experience yourself-so I freely forgive you. And now I must be off."