Captain Chuck's Bondage Cruise

[yellowrose]

Oooohh a cruise would be so much fun. Maybe I can practice my cooking and learn to tie a rope like sailors do. Oh and laying out on the deck to get a nice suntan to. This winter weather is so blah. I hope it is someplace warm. Lord Chuck wouldn't take us on a cruise to Antiartica would he? Ponders and starts packing for both hot and cold weather. A pile of luggage higher then her head awaits loading.

Ready.

[wannabeXopsed]

Im sorry i was so busy talking and not paying attention, i was busy with Ruby, now she has gone, and i am running rapent to find yellowrose to see what i need to pack for the cruise. Soooo i need to pay attention to Lord Chksng and listen to him carfully. Now i hope i have everything i need, since i am blonde i will need to take lots of suntan lotion to protect my naked body, and most private parts from sunburn. Maybe Lord Chksng will help me with that, or he will need help with the lotion, mmm, i think i will take motion lotion

Well i need to drag my bags to cargo so i won't be left behind, grinning wildy at the excitment of going on a long extended vacation, maybe no more kitchen duties.

Of course there is many toys in my bag too, so Lord Chksng has access to all of our favorites.

Ok ladies lets go!!!

:exit: Let the party begin! :Partyguy:

[Chuckdom19]

We got out to the vehicle, and I noticed we had no BabySub, so I ran inside and learned she was unable to go, due to something the alien had done. I stopped to ask bisarah if she would like to go, and she jumped at the chance.
Handing her a naval seabag when we got to her quarters, I stood back and watched her pack. The lady understands priorities! Toys first, her teddy bear, some dressy night clothes, underwear, a few cosmetics and toiletries, her pillow, and she was ready to run. We dashed back to the car together, only stopping at Dee's office for a second to get her properly innoculated for tropical diseases and to pick up a few supplies.

At the dock, the "Sailing Master" rode at anchor, shining in the sunlight. My first mate, Nick, was standing at the head of the gangway, and began to lower the cargo net for the luggage and final few supplies. We all walked up and came aboard, as Nick stowed the cargo hoist for sailing, and retracted the gangway into it's slot under the decking. I turned to Nick and instructed him to get underweigh, and signalled the stevedores to assist with the docking ropes. Showing the ladies how we coiled the ropes on deck, I let them do the last three while Nick started the engines and we began our journey.

Confident of the skill of my first mate, I gathered the ladies together to watch from some deck chairs while we slowly moved out of the harbor, and into open ocean. The wind was fresh and the seas smooth; I called to Nick to set sail. Dropping the dual centerboards, he touched the electronic controls which raised all the canvas we had: soon he disengaged the twin diesels, and we were riding before the winds. I gathered the ladies and we went below.

Moving belowdecks, a quick tour of the ship was conducted, and I was soon in my chair in the main salon with the ladies in an arc before me, sitting tailor-fashion on the floor.

"Seaboard life will have a few different rules, and one complication. Nick, who you met upstairs, will never give you orders unless I instruct him to. He does, however, have an obligation to protect the ship and crew: therefore, any order he gives, no matter how silly it may seem to you, must be obeyed at once and without question. It may save your lives.

"Next. Can all of you swim?" All four nodded, though Bisarah said it had been some years. "Good. Bisarah, first two weeks you always swim with a companion and someone on deck watching. You others, swimming always allowed if you have no other duties or obligations, but always in pairs and NEVER without first notifying the officer on duty.

"Each of you will be spending time in training to sail "Sailing Master", under direction of Nick or me. A minimum of ten hours a week of training, some day, some night, will be conducted for each of you. You will mark and sign the ships' log each day for your training, having it cosigned by the duty officer.
While we are under sail, she moves at a fast pace: no swimming until we are no longer in motion. Anyone going on deck is reminded to use sunscreen each time you climb the stairs. Help each other. Uniform of the day for you ladies will be no clothing except a hat and deck shoes. This will hold true except when other ships pass into visual range or we are near land or port. The duty officer will warn you at ten miles on the radar: you will immediately comply.

"Now, stand by for ship's orders: bisarah, you are today's cook, and you will work with yellowrose until IN YOUR OPINION she is competent in the galley.
Yellowrose, you'll be working with Jenny, bisarah, and wannabexopsed on your kitchen skills, but the first cook is bisarah. Unless I cook.

"Jenny, you will learn sailing as quickly as you can: I expect you competent to stand watch within a few weeks. Until then, we will anchor every night.

"WB, you are in charge of conditions below decks. Cleaning, sanitizing, making beds, whatever. These jobs will rotate until all are competent at each, and the schedule is up on the wall in the stairwell. Check it frequently, it may change without notice.

"It's almost 11 AM, so bisarah, take yellowrose and rustle up some calories for all of us. Nothing fancy, and it's to be done in 40 minutes. Pick a good wine to go with lunch; you'll find a well-stocked wine cellar forward of the galley." The two left rather quickly.

"Jenny and WB, you will be my lunch furniture; one a table, the other a footrest. Get yourselves undressed, collect the cooks' clothing, and stow them in my cabin for now. 5 minutes! Move!" I stepped over to a tall, narrow cabinet near the chair, and retrieved a nice willow switch.

My two companions, sadly, took 5 minutes and 15 seconds. I had them on their knees, then head cradled on their arms on the deck. 15 with the switch had them howling, but I spread them out to make it easier on them. Each of the ladies would be found wanting in some way or another a few times each day. This was going to be fun!

44 minutes after assignment, lunch was brought out on two trays by the cooks. By this time, WB had been shaped into a table with ropes and cuffs, and Jenny was rolled into a nice footstool. The cooks served me, then took double portions and ate while feeding the furniture. Once finished eating, the cooks were told to clear away the remainder, except the wine, and to return to the salon.

"I'm very surprised that you did not meet the time limit for lunch. Forty minutes will soon seem generous, as tomorrow it drops to thirty-nine. Now the furniture here were 15 seconds late from their task, and got 15 strokes with the switch. You were four full minutes late: 240 seconds. Would you prefer 240 strokes with the switch, or 24 with the belt?"

Bisarah spoke up and stated 24 would be their preference. I nodded at the choice, and said, "24 strokes at once would damage you, so we shall not do that. Rather we will do 6 now, 6 when cleanup is complete and I inspect, and 12 later in the day. You two move under this ceiling hoist. Now hug each other tightly, hand grasping the opposite wrist."

A few minutes with some rope, and they were one being. The highest rope, under the arms and over breasts, had some extra at the knot; this I made into a loop, then hooked on the hoist and tightened just a little. This would keep them from falling over.

The six strokes each were rapidly delivered, drawing howls of pain and making some lovely weals on their backs, buttocks, and thighs. I knew they would fade fairly quickly. Unbinding them, I sent them off to do the cleanup.

I settled back in my chair, lifting my wine from WB's back and resting my feet on Jenny. The furniture was getting a little shakey, but they had another 30 minutes until release.

This was going to be a fun cruise.

[Chuckdom19]

"Hello and thank you for calling Mobius' Dungeon. No one is available to take your call right now, so please leave a message and we'll return your call. You may begin recording at the sound of the scream: have a painful day:

"AAAARRRRGGGHHH."

Hi, Mobius. Just wanted to check in with you to let you know our progress. The ship is fully stocked, and fully crewed at this point, so try to talk anyone out of heading here as there is no more room. Perhaps next trip.... if they behave.

The ladies all send you love, Partner, and thank you for allowing them this trip. We'll be checking in on a regular basis, so I look forward to talking with you soon. So long!

[BabySub]

SUCH a relief to have my ass free again!!!!

BabySub smiles sweetly at Lord Mobius, tears of relief in her eyes. "Thank you for speaking to Adlick, Sir, I am such a grateful and happy sub now that the plug is out." But then tears of sadness appear, and she frowns as she learns she can't go on the cruise. She really wanted to in her heart. Sighing, she relaxes a little more, knowing she has more than enough time on her hands in the dungeon, when there's a surprise announcement.

"I can go..? I can leave on the cruise? Really?" Eyes blinking in shock and disbelief, slowly she grins and leaps to her feet. Practically jumping with joy, BabySub part walks, part runs towards the helicopter, joy and relief in her expression. She was free for a while, away from the fear of Adlick's attentions, and was going to be with some of her friends too!!

"Look out you guys, I'm coming!!"

[jenny]

all are on a cruise, and I the last thing I remember was going to the
supply closet and beating off a masked intruder with a 409 bottle
(extra large size, by the way).

Now, here on this luxury liner, with the best cuisine and have you girls
checked out the crew?

They must have a fully stocked weight room here, I mean are these guys
hunks or what!

Let's think, my collar is white, did I pack some Rit Dye for the trip?

Wait a minute, the sea is a little too quiet and everything has an
ominous sense of dead stillness...

Why, my gosh,

WHAT IS THAT...way out yonder (another Texas word)...

A ship with the strangest flag, black with a skull...hmmm...

and crossed arm bones? Huh...Skull and Crossbones???!!!

A pirate ship!

I must tell Captain Chnksng to go full throttle!!! Yikes...

And I hope he remembered to load the cannons!

Jenny
white collar

[yellowrose]

Hearing Jenny yell "Pirates!!" she runs up and bounces from foot to foot in excitement.

Remembering having seen a pair of highly decorated swords on the wall in the dining cabin she rushes down and takes one off the wall. Running back to the deck still naked, her hair blowing in the wind she starts waving the sword around wildly and shouting.

"Come on ye ole scurvy dogs and I'll carve ye livers out!"

Catching Jenny giving her an odd look, she grins and shrugs. . ."I always wanted to be a pirate."

Leans over and whispers "Theres another sword in the dining hall on the wall."

[jenny]

"love boat" cruise ship...

I take a telescope to check out the dire situation we are in...

another lady has gotten a sword ready, we may have to fight...
if we cannot accelerate our cruise boat any faster!

But wait, zero in on a look at the swarthy pirate crew.

Ladies, ladies Please don't panic!!!

There may be enough for all of us! And I get dubs on the Captain!

Oh and don't worry, they won't know or care about our collar
coding system, (thank goodness).

Jenny
White collar

This is fiction, the pirates would have to obey the collar code system for
storyline.

[Chuckdom19]

Jenny and yellowrose are screaming bloody murder on the foredeck. I'd better go see what's going on.

Pirates? Come on! In the 21st Century?

"Nick? Hand me the binoculars, please. Hmm. Look at that! A skull and crossbones! Turn on the radar, let's get a look. Whose waters are we in?"

He checked the autochart, and the GPS unit. "We're in open waters, Skipper. No nation close."

"OK, then. Our course of action is clear. Head downstairs, portside of the starboard diesel. Locker 23. One launcher, 6 refills should be enough. Quickly now!" Nick flew down the stairs to get what I requested.

I picked up the bullhorn and hung the binoculars around my neck. Moving up to the foredeck, I noticed that my other two lovely ladies had joined us. They were all dressed, finally. I checked the approaching craft, and she was still flying the Skull and Bones. Maybe it's a prop for a Disney movie.

"Ahoy pirate ship! Swing wide to starboard or be fired upon." All four ladies turned to look at me, shocked. yellowrose was still waving around that silly sword, never mind that it was made of aluminum and had no sharp edge. Nick ran up to me with a fancy case, and 6 cylinders; I told him to radio the nearest coast guard, and report our situation. I also told him to fire up the diesels, dowse all sail, and raise to flank speed.

Using the horn, I again called and warned the other craft off. She didn't shift course, so I put down the bullhorn and bent to open the case Nick had brought up from the engine room.

Jenny was watching me closely. "How the heck did you get Stingers?" she asked. "Those are US military only!"

"Well, Jenny, you know something? Other countries can buy those too. And some of them are less than cautious about controlling their inventories. If I'm going outside American waters, I WILL protect my crew and properties."

All right, one across the bow as a warning. Let's see, just forward of the cabin...

The Stinger missle flew straight and true, the missle exhaust actually splashing on the wheelhouse. She appeared to veer for a second or two to starboard, but then returned to her initial course which would intercept ours.

OK, then. One more try. "Ahoy the pirate. Second and final warning. You have five seconds to alter course to starboard, or I will fire for effect."

I gave them 10 seconds, then 15. No change in course. I saw two or three men crouching along the portside rail, with what looked like Uzi's. Well, they've been warned.

Refilling the launcher, I fired at the wheelhouse. The direct hit blasted the cabin open, shattered the windows, and started a fire inside. Another refill, this time at the waterline. On target, and she slowed measurably. Next shot, waterline aft, just below the crewmen at the rail. Two of the three men got tossed overboard, the third stood up and aimed his Uzi at my ladies. Suddenly he dropped as his head exploded. I spun and saw what I thought I would; Nick had his scoped rifle out and had dropped the man threatening us.

With one more refill, for safety sake, I had Nick swing along side the craft, which was now aflame bow to stern. I glanced at the cabin, checking for signs of life. No movement, no sounds but the fire. Using a grapple rope, I tugged her alongside a second and jumped aboard as Nick held her in place. I grabbed the Uzi's as evidence, and searched the bodies for ID's: nothing.
Hopping back aboard the Sailing Master, I told Nick to get us away. Hmm; no name, no home port, no identifying numbers.

With Nick putting us back on course, I motivated the 4 crying ladies downstairs, ordering them to the salon. I grabbed the radio, and called the closest Coast Guard, then the US Coast Guard to report what had happened. A dull boom from behind me made me turn, and I saw a fireball head skyward from the burning wreck. I directed Nick to make for the nearest land, and went belowdecks.

I was greeted by 4 hysterical ladies. They had been in shock, it seemed, right after the event. Now that they'd had time to think a little, each went off the deep end. I had to calm them down. I ordered them to their cabins, and put each in strict bondage. Helmet, gag, cuffs, legs, knees, elbows. Laid them on their beds, and told them to take a nap.

With the problem on hold, I stepped up on deck, and prepared to meet with the Coast Guard craft which was pulling along side. The slightly illegal Stingers were already stowed in their locked cabinets. Another Guard craft was approaching the wreck. Damn, a day lost.

[Chuckdom19]

"Well THAT was interesting, Nick! The commander of the Coast Guard cutter showed me the warrants for arrest they had for the entire crew. They were drug runners, and pleasure craft hijackers. They would find undefended craft like ours (ahem) and board them at gunpoint. Take the women prisoners and kill the men, then set the boat afire. It seems somebody slipped over the side, and survived in the sea until rescue got there, then gave a description of the men to the Coast Guard.

"And those Uzi's! The Coasties checked the serial numbers, and these guns were stolen from a confiscated property room at a Mexican Naval Base, and have been used in several of these hijackings. There's a big reward for the weapons, and for this ship and crew! Almost half a million dollars!! That should help the dungeon stay solvent for a while, eh Nick? I gave them the information as to where to wire the money, straight into the dungeon account. Mobius should be pleased.

"But enough wasted time. Get "Sailing Master" back out to deeper waters, hoist sail and shut down the diesels. We need to reach point "b" on the chart before sundown!"

A wasted day, perhaps, but a profitable one for the dungeon. Maybe now Mobius won't have to rent out to aliens!

[yellowrose]

Her excitement over getting to meet real live pirates quickly changed to abject terror as the battle begins. Screaming she bows her head and covers her ears against the violence. Time lost meaning till she feels a strong, gentle hand on her shoulder and looks up to find Lord Chuck leading them all down to their rooms.

As her hysterical tears slowly ease to occasionaly sniffles within his comforting presence she lays down on the bed and relaxs as Lord Chuck expertly ties her. The enwrapping bindings bringing her a feeling of security she falls into an exhausted sleep.

[BabySub]

..so where is BabySub..? Is she back at the dungeon, having changed her mind? Is she on the cruiser, having joined the others, to have some sunny fun and games? Or is she somewhere inbetween..?

You decide.

Cause I'm feeling lazy and tired, but wanted you to know I'm still reading and interested.

[Chuckdom19]

Overhearing the Guard officer, I headed down and met him in Jenny's room, just as he started removing the bondage. I calmly offered him the master key to the locks holding her bound, and made sure he removed the helmet first. Nick was doing the same in yellowrose's room.

"What's going on here," Jenny asked. "Why is this sailor removing my bonds?"

"Ma'am, I was just responding to your screams! We heard them on deck, and became suspicious. First the blown-apart pirate craft, then you women in bondage..." the Coast Guardsman said.

I cringed at the 'ma'am', knowing how much Jenny hated the word. She was, after all, only 29.

"Well, first of all, get your fucking hands off my goddam tits, buddy. That doesn't exactly feel like any 'rescue' I've ever heard of. Secondly, I'm the daughter of United States Senator ******, and he'll have your fucking balls for breakfast if you ruin my trip. I am here voluntarily, as are the other girls here. Now put the goddam handcuffs back on, replace the hood, and leave me the HELL alone!"

Not a real shrinking Violet is our Jenny. She'd been nice. Didn't mention the Secretary of Defense was her Godfather, or that Mrs. President was her Godmother. Bondage calms her down. Some.

From the next room, I heard the sound of several slaps, and some ruckus. I got there just in time to see Nick backing out of the room.

"Nick, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, it seems yellowrose is just a little peaved that the Coastie was removing her cuffs and helmet. She just told him that she is heir to the Sam ****** fortune, and he better unhand her, and keep his hands off her thighs."

"Can't say I blame him.... she has some lovely thighs. Looking forward to spreading them one of these nights." Nick looked wistful, dreamy.

"Keep your mind on this, First Mate!" He knew I was serious; I had mentioned his rank.

The Chief from the Guard cutter came out of Jenny's room, looking a little sheepish. "Captain, I wish to apologize for the unfortunate interruption to your routine. It's just that the situation seemed..." I cut him off in mid-apology with a wave of my hand (this very hand!).

"Never mind, Master Chief (ignoring the fact that I had just bumped him a grade higher... flattery can never hurt). You were just doing your duty, as you saw fit. Would you call off your dogs now?"

He called to his other men to undo what they had done, and reassemble on deck. Leaving Nick behind to be check on each of the ladies, I followed the Guardsman back on deck.

Ten minutes later, three more apologies having been offered, including one in writing to the ladies for his and his men's inappropriate behavior, they finally reboarded their cutter, and began to move away.

Ahh! Peace at last.

Who was ~I~ kidding? Peace? With this bunch of yahoos belowdecks? And I was right, too. That very minute the radio spoke up.

"Ahoy, 'Sailing Master', ahoy. This is CopterAir Charter Flight 291; we are approximately 4 klicks away from your position, with a passenger to debark on your craft. Do you have a helipad, over."

I grabbed the radio mike. Nuts. NOW what?

"Flight 291, this is 'Sailing Master', Captain Chksng speaking. We have no helipad as we are under sail instead of power. Give us 4 minutes to dowse sail, then approach us from the stern. Keep sufficient altitude to clear the masts. Repeat again, you have a 'passenger', over?"

"Aye, sir. A female passenger and cargo. Two baskets worth, plus passenger, over"

My mate and I looked at each other. "BabySub", we said at the same instant, and shared a good laugh. Nick got busy dowsing sail, and I moved aft to guide the copter jockey in. Ten minutes later we had a pile of luggage and boxes just slightly smaller than Mount Everest, and a somewhat shaken BabySub. I looked at her, and at her mountain of stuff.

"This is a private sail yacht, BabySub, not HMS Titanic! Where am I supposed to stow all those darn crates and suitcases?"

"Oh," she responded in a small voice. "I just brought along the stuff I absolutely needed, Sir."

I decided to go through the cases, hoping that 'absolutely needed stuff' might include a few non-essentials. I turned to Nick, ordered him to get underweigh to Point B on the chart, and grabbed BabySub to help searching the luggage.

"The boxes are liquor and foodstuffs. We might just have room for that. Let's check the suitcases." I opened the first one, and came across snow parkas, mittens, stocking caps, and boots. Shaking my head (and shaking with repressed laughter), I said, "BabySub, dear. We're going on a tropical cruise. Why O why did you choose to bring snow gear?" I couldn't wait to hear the answer.

"Because it might be... cold, Sir?"

"BabySub, did you ever study geography? World climate? Anything like that?"

"Yes, Sir, I studied both those at University."

University? HER? Poor professors... But I had to ask the next logical question.
"What major did you read, dear?"

"Oh, two majors and a minor, Sir. Math and Physics, minor in chemistry, Sir. And my masters was in Ecological Chemistry, Sir." BabySub finished.

To say my jaw dropped would be an understatement. "Oh." I said. "Let's talk more about that, but not right now. Open up each suitcase, and we can sort."

She had 2 full of toys; practical packing. One was full of cosmetics and female needs, along with about 30 panties. Hmm. What was she planning, keepsakes for the sharks? Two more were simple clothes, and a few dress-up things. The rest (towels, bed linens, heaven knows what all) wound up going over the side. We were distinctly overpopulated now, and needed every spare inch.

"If we need any of that, we'll buy it at our next port of call. You gals don't get to wear clothes much anyway. Pick up a couple suitcases, I'll grab a couple, and we can go down and stow them away." We did so, and I had BabySub help me undo the bondage on the other four ladies. I asked the four to get ankle and wrist leathers out and apply as needed, and to massage each other and work out the kinks. Then report on deck with an extra set for BabySub.

Twenty minutes later we were alone in an open sea, and the winds had calmed entirely. Time for a little swimming fun for all 7 of us. I had Nick drop the hook and dowse sails. Enough for a day.