Chapter 7
Alfred Maddon knocked gently on the door of Stateroom B-7 and entered with the tray of coffee and orange juice, "Morning Mrs. Grant!" he cried cheerfully. "Another dry, sunny day! Touch of breeze in the air, perhaps -- there's a bit of a swell running today . . . but we'll be round the corner and heading up the Bosphorus for Istanbul by this evenin'."
Joanna raised herself sleepily on one elbow and rubbed her eyes. Over the sound of the Arcadia's engines, wood was creaking somewhere. The drapes leaned away from the wall into the cabin and then subsided back to the paneling as the horizon rose and fell beyond the porthole. "Good morning," she yawned. "Have you been to the sick bay? Do you know how my husband is?"
"Taken a turn for the better, he has, Mrs. C. Fever down and he had a bit of broth for his breakfast, the nurse told me. He'll be right as rain again in no time, you'll see. Gets `em that way sometimes, the old Mediterranean turn." He laid the tray on the table beside the bunk and added with a pert familiarity: "Strewth! Looking pretty sexy this morning, ain't we, with the old man gone and all!" His eyes dwelled lustfully on the tautly out-thrust curves of the American girl's nightdress at either side of the deep cleft between her breasts.
Joanna pulled the edges of the garment closer together and reddened slightly. "I beg your pardon?"
"Oh come on, Mrs. G!" Maddon said. "Who are you trying to kid? What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the bleedin' gander, eh?" He winked knowingly.
"Whatever do you mean?" Joanna demanded frostily. And then, catching sight of a brown manila envelope lying on the tray beside the coffee cup: "W-w-what's this?"
"A little bird brought it," the steward said.
"Or at any rate somebody watched the birdie! You bein' in the photographical business and all, you might be interested to see what's in there. Very fine definition, I believe you and it's a perishin' good likeness, you'll have to agree!"
The girl gaped at him over the bedclothes. Alarmed by the coarse familiarity of his words, her mind was in a whirl. What new disaster could this be? Surely the steward too could not have come into possession of one of those dreadful pictures of Bob and . . . that madman? Satiated and exhausted after her session with Len Bonner and his wife the previous day, she had not thought to say anything more about the incriminating documents with which the advertising man had threatened her. She had been far too upset by the realization of Bob's infidelity and, worse still, her own unwilling and abandoned enjoyment of the debauch that followed it. Now though, after a night of self-doubt and reflection, she was beset by fresh terrors and qualms. What kind of a mess had she gotten herself into now?
"Go on, open it," the Cockney urged. "Make believe it's your birthday or something. At least everyone's in their birthday suits!"
With trembling fingers, the voluptuous young blonde tore open the flap and drew out the contents of the envelope. It was a photograph . . . but it wasn't the one Len had showed her yesterday. The scene was the same but the actors were different. A nude woman crouched with her back to the camera on the bunk in the Bonnets' stateroom. She was licking greedily at the nakedly splayed pussy of another girl who was herself anally impaled on the thick cock of a man lying on his back on the bed. The photographer had caught the ravished girl just as she raised her head and shoulders with an expression of raw lust contorting her beautiful features.
Joanna gasped aloud with horror. The lips were drawn back from the teeth. The nostrils were flared. The eyes were wildly staring. But there could be no question about the identity of the subject. She was staring at an abandoned and passion-crazed photograph of herself!
Maddon was chuckling lewdly as he watched the expressions of outraged disbelief and shame chase across Joanna's face. "Bit of all right, eh?" he leered. "Very entertainin' and all. There's more like it, too. We was thinkin' of puttin' them up in packets of five and selling `em for a couple of dollars apiece on the waterfront at Istanbul."
"You . . . you . . . you wouldn't dare!" Joanna choked. "W-w-where did you get this . . . this disgusting picture?"
"Ah! That'd be tellin'," the steward said with another wink. "As to their bein' disgustin' . . . well, that's a matter of opinion, isn't it? There are those who'd say what you were doin' was disgustin'. Me, I'm broadminded. It's all in the mind, that's what I say. I wonder if your husband would agree.
"Oh no! You wouldn't . . . you couldn't . . . show this to him?"
"Oh come, Mrs. G! Fair's fair! it's only right he should get first crack at such a choice work of art innit? You bein' his wife and all. He might even like to buy the whole shoot." Maddon paused and then added meaning fully: "And the negatives . . ."
Joanna was breathing heavily. "I see," she said tightly. "How much?"
"That's better," the steward approved. "Tell you what I'll do. There's a bit of a do on tonight in the crew's quarters. What we call a drag concert. You know . . . sailors dressed as women and all that. Very talented, some of me shipmates! Quite a few of the passengers come over to have a shufti . . . see how the other half lives, and all. You come to my cabin when the concert's over and we'll talk terms, eh?"
"Come to . . . to your . . . cabin?" Joanna repeated faintly. "What . . ."
"Nobody'll notice you," Maddon urged. "There'll be passengers driftin' about, crew members in drag, everybody. Come to my cabin at midnight, your hubby'll still be in sick bay, so nobody'll miss you and we'll see what we can do."
"But . . . but how do I get there?"
"Piece of cake, dear! It's in the after-castle, just aft of the games deck, where you was playin' your deck-tennis. What they used to call the poop in the old days. The concert's in the mess hall. There's two corridors behind it. My cabin's No. 15 on the starboard side. I'll be waitin' for you."
"I can't!" Joanna said with a last desperate attempt to preserve her dignity. "I never heard of such a thing! You must be crazy!"
"I'll wait until half past," the steward said threateningly. "I may be a bit bush after that. Got a few calls to pay and that. There's a mate in the sick bay I may have to see, for example . . . " He left the sentence unfinished and walked out of the stateroom without a backward glance, leaving the distressed blonde staring in consternation at the revealing photograph.
Bob Grant gazed at the white ceiling of the sick bay in some embarrassment. The young nurse giving him his blanket-wash was everyone's idea of the all-American girl -- trim-figured, healthy, tall -- a pair of frank gray eyes under a mop of mousey hair; large white teeth in a wide and generous mouth; a snub nose that wrinkled into a network of creases when she smiled. Even freckles. But although her manner was so cool and matter-of-fact, he still found himself blushing inwardly when he had to submit to her ministrations. The cramping pains in his guts had gone now, and the sweat that had been pouring from his body for nearly twenty-four hours had at last dried out. But he was still pretty weak and he found it somehow wounding to his male pride to let this athletic young woman, with her deft and practiced hands, manipulate his ailing limbs as though he were a puppet.
He was lying naked on his back, and she was swabbing his clammy flesh with a sponge and warm water. Her name, she had told him, was Nina Hammond.
He closed his eyes and allowed the moistly refreshing caress of the sponge to trail damply over his chest, under his arms and across the sensitive, aching plane of his belly. He heard the stiff rustle of the nurse's starched white uniform as she stretched her arm and began to work over the muscled hardness of his thighs. There was a tinkle of water falling as she squeezed the sponge into a basin at the side of the bed. A wet swishing sound -- and then the soothing warmth circling over the soft surface of his lower belly.
Cool fingers impersonally lifted the heavy, limp shaft of his penis and laid it on his thigh. The sponge swabbed a little more heavily over the wiry hairs of his loins . . . and then his cock was lifted again and she was dabbing at the soft flesh of his inner thighs and gently over the pouched hairiness of his testicles. Bob opened his eyes momentarily and reddened as he felt his cock quiver and harden imperceptibly-- She was still softly sponging his balls, rolling the sensitive creased skin and the delicate glands inside against his thighs, cupping the throbbing sac in the watery porousness of the sponge. Surely she was spending more time than was absolutely necessary on this part of his body? He clenched his teeth and tried to think of something else as the swabbing moved to his penis, smoothly massaging the flaccid shaft up and down while the cool fingers held the organ away from his belly. Despite himself, he sensed his cock jerk and expand further.
After a few more strokes, the nurse shifted her grip, holding the shaft in such a way that the loose foreskin was pulled back and the sponge was moistly rubbing around the blunt, blood-engorged head. The touch of her fingers strengthened as the rod stiffened into full rigidity, throbbing against the pressure of her hand.
Bob was so embarrassed that he did not know where to look. His agonized eyes met the coolly amused gaze of Nina Hammond. "Would you like me to get rid of that for you?" she asked matter-of-factly.
The young man could only nod feebly. His cock was beginning to ache uncomfortably and tiny shivers of desire were flaming through his loins.
The nurse nodded too as though it was the most natural thing in the world. The pressure of her fingers tightened again, and she began massaging his rigidly erected cock with her hand. "I can do it better like this," she said . . . and the next moment she had scrambled up on to the sick bed and straddled his body with her knees on either side of his shoulders and the starched skids of her uniform falling over his face.
Bob was dumbfounded. In the half light of the cotton-bounded world between her thighs, he saw that she was wearing no panties. The pinkish edges of her vaginal lips glistened moistly in the dark hair-lined furrow between her legs only an inch above his face. Softly curling hairs grazed his forehead and the full fleshy lips of her cunt rested damply on the bridge of his nose.
As she began to pull and jerk his turgid penis with long hard strokes of her hand, the new expanded universe of sexuality opened up to him by Harriet Bonner only the day before flowered lustfully around him. Almost instinctively, his hands rose up to grasp the uniformed starchiness of the nurse's ripely swelling hips, pulling her loins down toward him his tongue stole out from between his lips and buried itself between the hotly throbbing flanges of her pussy.
The girl tensed, her loins quivered, as Bob's tongue slavered up and down the warmly moistening length of her vaginal furrow, and she lowered herself along the muscular plane of his naked body so that her full firm breasts were smashed against his hips and he could feel the soft weight of her belly resting on his chest.
Pulling her hard down against him, he thrust his tongue suddenly far up into the hotly ridged passage of her vagina. She gasped aloud, squirming her belly down on him as she clamped her cool thighs firmly on either side of his head. Moving his arms slowly back and forth, Bob began rocking her hips to and fro, sliding the widespread hair-lined slit of her steaming pussy up and down his flickering tongue.
Nina was panting now. He could feel her breath playing warmly over the sensitive tip of his penis. She was cradling his desire-bloated balls with one hand and massaging the viscous seminal fluid from the wetly seeping cock-head up and down his slippery rod with the other.
Bob arched his loins fiercely upwards from the bed as his tongue found the tightly swollen bud of her clitoris and began teasing at the inflamed and hotly throbbing nubbin of flesh. Great swirls of unbearable sensation were building deep in his balls -- The lewd and exciting flickers of lust that had been darting through his veins were draining electrifyingly down to his loins now.
As he felt the nurse's body tense and shudder with the impetus of her coming orgasm, the white-hot stream began searing upward from his testicles and he groaned his ecstasy into the wetness of her wide-held cunt. She heaved convulsively and the warm rubbery ring of her ovaled lips closed tightly over the pulsating head of his cock just as the shaft began a wild staccato jerking and he pumped squirt after squirt of boiling hot sperm into her greedily sucking mouth.
Joanna Grant was lost in a world of wild sensation. She had lost all count of time. It seemed hours and hours since she had raised a trembling hand to knock on the door of Alfred Maddon's cabin in the crew's quarters in the after-castle. The narrow corridors had been jammed with laughing passengers and prancing sailors with heavily made-up faces simpering over padded female clothing. The drag concert had just ended and she had been jostled in a gay throng of feminine males and masculine females, chattering and joking as they surged towards the bars. After the dreamlike phantasmagoria of this unnatural crowd, the cramped quietude of Maddon's cabin had seemed a haven of rest -but the dream was to be replaced all too soon by a nightmare!
The steward had given her a drink and a cigarette. The drink had had an odd flavor, though it had soothed her hammering nerves, and the taste of the cigarette had been curiously aromatic. She didn't know whether it was the result of these or the dizzying effect of the swell that was making the Arcadia roll so heavily, but soon afterwards her head had begun to swim . . . and then there was a complete blank in her memory.
Dimly, she recalled her horror when Maddon had suggested . . . what? She couldn't remember now. She knew that she had somehow found herself naked on his bunk and that he had been hunched equally naked over her, commanding her in a threatening voice to do something from which her whole mind recoiled. He had wanted her to suck his cock! She had never touched a man's penis with her lips in her life. Not even her husband Bob's. It was vicious and perverted and degrading and . . . wrong! Yet she must have sucked Maddon's . . . she could clearly recollect the hard ridged mass of it throbbing in her mouth, forcing her jaws apart, and the hot pungent taste of . . . Oh God! He must have cum in her mouth, spewing his lewd semen deep in her throat, climaxing between her unwillingly captive lips!
But in the drug-dimmed depths of her mind there were memories only of pleasure! Could it be that she had actually enjoyed such a degraded performance? And what had happened afterwards? She tried desperately to collect her thoughts . . . but there were only confused images and sounds and impressions shifting and fading through her bewildered brain. Maddon had fucked her, she thought -- the obscene word floating easily to the surface of her consciousness . . . yet when she tried to reconstruct her memory of the event it was a different face, a face with a beard, that she saw leering evilly down at her! She remembered flames of desire raging through her loins; remembered pain and pleasure and ecstasy; she remembered sitting up and choking as somebody forced a burning liquid down her throat. There was a door opening and closing too. And the steward's jocular voice . . . she could almost hear it now! -- calling: "All right shipmates! No more than three at a time please! Roll up, roll up . . . ten bucks a throw and cheap at the price!" Could that mean . . .? No surely not! It couldn't!
Suddenly she was back in the present. Her consciousness returned with a jolt. She was lying on Maddon's bunk and her whole body was afire with a strange sensation of tingling joy. There was a man on top of her but she couldn't see his face: it was buried in the pillow beneath her shoulder as he plunged his cock in and out of her wetly throbbing cunt.
It was a huge cock, stretching unbearably the trembling lips of her vagina as the man's sperm-bloated balls thumped heavily against the crevice of her buttocks. There were other men there too. Some of them obscenely painted, holding oversize women's skirts above their hips as they stroked their turgid penises to the wild beat of her fucking. She gazed around her in blurred ecstasy. There were cocks everywhere . . . large ones, small ones, fat ones, thin ones . . . she was in a cock paradise, but the biggest and best of all was the cock that was pistoning in and out of her greedily clasping cunt!
There were hands in the cabin too. From either side, eager fingers tugged cruelly at the fleshy hair-covered lips sucking this mammoth penis thrusting so fiercely into her belly. She felt a fingertip probe beneath the dangling, bull-like sac at her defenseless anus. It flirted teasingly with the tiny puckered hole, suddenly popping inside to roll around, enlarging the rubbery elastic opening until the very palm of the invading hand lay flat against her rounded buttocks, the entire finger buried securely within the tiny pulsating hole. Strange masochistic delights surged through her veins as the cock and the finger began fucking into her with a slow and agonizing rhythm. She was a prisoner, a helpless victim who could do nothing against the delicious assault on her cunt and asshole . . . strapped between their pounding lust like an ensnared animal . . . and she was loving it!
A woman's voice was hoarsely chanting, "Oooooooh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh shit yes . . . fuck me this way! Do it to me! . . . And she realized with faint surprise that the voice was her own.
The man on top of her gasped and groaned as his heavily swollen balls forced gush after gush of hot thick sperm deep into her nakedly constricting belly . . . then the others were pulling him off her still writhing body, his white sticky semen stringing across her thigh from the head of his deflated cock as another cradled himself on top of her, plunging his lust-stiffened cudgel into her squirming, straining cunt like a jack-hammer.
Somebody seized her hand and placed a cock in it, pressing her fingers snugly around the throbbing shaft . . . and now she had one in each hand, jerking them frenziedly in time to the anonymous penis and finger drubbing up into her writhing belly. Her head flailed wildly from side to side as she screwed her hips pleadingly up into the penis of the sailor on top of her.
"Jeez! Look at that bitch fuck!" a voice exclaimed lewdly, the words registering only faintly in her passion-crazed mind.
"Didn't I tell you, mate!" the self-satisfied tones of Maddon leered in the background.
"Goddamn, what a hot and hungry pussy!"
A shudder of wanton delight surged through the young blonde's raw, nerve-tingling flesh at their obscene words and her own abject helplessness. Her ripely mounded breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of the faceless man's chest, and she went on fucking insanely until . . . at last! . . . it came over her like a breathtaking tidal wave . . . a searing, indescribable gush of elation roaring through her madly aroused loins as the lips of her cunt sucked and grasped at his hard plunging cock. "Oh God! Oh God! I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming!" she wailed as both the cocks in her hands began to spew forth their jets of viscid white fluid, spurting hotly against her naked breasts and ribs. At the same time, the shaft of flesh inside her throbbed and heaved, squirting its lust-driven secretions into her hotly trembling womb.
Then another man mounted her, and yet another, as she wallowed lewdly in the sticky pools of their sperm, chastising and debasing herself in her drug-inspired and near-maniacal arousal, her mind a drug-induced haze of erotic delight.
Later, they ordered her to get on her knees, grasping impatiently at her shuddering hips to help. Her head reeled with the effort as she struggled on to all fours . . . and then the blunt head of a cock was rammed into the now sperm-soaked gash of her cunt as another was shoved violently into her gaping mouth. She gagged as the wetly gleaming rod sawed viciously into her face, her ovalled lips brushing the short wiry hairs of the sailor's pubic hair.
Oh God! Oh God! the tattered remnants of her conscious mind groaned inwardly as the two men pummeled her lust-crazed body back and forth between them . . . and then once more the mental vision of her very helplessness incited her. The desire flaming deep inside her belly consumed her again. She began to roll the cheeks of her buttocks high up behind her in a lewd circulatory movement, tightening her ravaged cunt muscles on the hot fleshy rod burrowing into her. She wanted to exploit it to the limit, to drench her naked flesh with its hotly gushing sperm until it seeped from her flooded cunt to dribble down her already wetly covered thighs. She wanted to grovel in it again. She sucked wildly, insatiably at the stubby cock in her mouth, wanting it to shoot into her throat, wanting to swallow it and swallow it until her stomach was as full as her cunt! She wanted to saturate her body in sperm inside and out.
Her drug-boosted wish was to be granted! As her own second climax began shuddering deep down in her cock-filled loins, the turgid hardness flicking into her from the rear bulged and jerked, spurting its searing hot charge up her quaking cunt. It splashed violently against the tip of her cervix and oozed back out of her, dripping from the cum-drenched lips of her hair-covered pussy, onto her quivering white thighs. As she jerked wildly forward, submerging the penis in her mouth to the hilt, it too convulsed, flooding her throat with the pungent male liquid. Her cheeks bloated outwards as she greedily gulped down the sticky sperm, clasping her lips excitedly about the spurting cock so as not to lose a single drop! It dribbled down to her chin from the corners of her lewdly slavering mouth and she swept her tongue avidly around her lips to wipe the viscous moisture back inside as the softening rod of flesh pulled free with a wet sucking sound.
Joanna skewered her buttocks savagely back onto the still squirting penis in her cunt and screamed her ecstasy aloud as she felt herself explode in a great burst of showering stars, racking her entire body with such an agonizing joy that she fell forward on to her face and merciful oblivion enveloped her once again.
"Christ! That was the hottest piece of pussy I've seen in years!" Alfred Maddon said to Nina Hammond the following morning as they sat over a pot of coffee in his galley.
The sickbay nurse giggled sexily. Despite the fresh-picked innocence of her appearance, she was in fact a girl of considerable experience and her amoral character, coupled with that naive expression, had proved of great value to the steward in his nefarious activities more than once. The husband wasn't too bad either," she said reminiscently. "Once I got him going!"
"Bugger that," Maddon said. "Did you get the picture?"
"Sure I got the picture. I fixed the automatic shutter release -- I'd hidden my miniature Japanese camera among the sickroom stuff and I whipped myself off him just as he was cumming. You can see my pussy and you can see his face in close-up. It's a beaut!"
"Good girl! Bring it along before you go on duty and I'll set the stage for the final act of Mister Len Bleedin' Bonner's little scheme."
"What do you have to do exactly?" the girl asked curiously.
"Piece of perishin' cake, love. Little Mrs. Grant already seen your candid camera shots of her hubby with Mrs. B and herself with both of `em. What with that and the hash I planted in her purse, we got a hold on her she can't break. All I have to do now is put the screws on her sweet young husband."
"By showing him the photos of himself with me and with Mrs. Bonnet I guess?"
"Right. He don't know his wife's already seen one of `em. I'll threaten to show her both if he don't do what we say. I'll nobble him just before he's discharged from sick bay this morning. But first, I'll put the bite on the girl, before he gets back to the cabin, see.
"Yes, Alf but what are you going to make them do?"
The steward chuckled. "According to Bonner's instructions, I have to approach `em separately and tell each of `em to make an excuse to get away from the other when we go ashore at Istanbul tomorrow. She's to go with me and Bonner; he's to escort Mrs. B and you."
"And then?"
"There's a certain nightclub I know. Kind of a special place with special attractions. Very special if you want to know! Each party is to make their way there unknown to the other . . . and then well see what happens!" He laughed again. "It should be quite a night!" he said.