Goddess Cruise Lines: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  Mike just stared at Captain Michelle, still completely lost as to what her point was.

  “Mike, the tribes here are fiercely matriarchal. Dominated by women, in other words.”

  “You’ve lost me,” said Mike. “I thought you said that this was a wildlife reserve.”

  “I sent a member of my crew out to take a look at the other side of the island,” said Captain Michelle. “She hasn’t come back. Her last radio transmission was about her finding a group of armed tribal men, led by a woman. She was terrified.”

  Mike scratched his head.

  “But help is on the way for us, right?” He ran a hand through his hair. “We can just wait it out until it gets here, I’m assuming?”

  “The same storm that brought us here is keeping our rescuers at bay.” Captain Michelle frowned. “Look, I just need you to head out into the jungle and make contact with the tribe that lives in it. They won’t see you as a threat, and you’ll have a better chance at getting through to them.”

  Mike felt his jaw slack open as he thought about what the captain was saying.

  “You… you’re not serious, are you?” He shook his head. “That’s insane.”

  “I can provide you with a weapon, if it makes you feel secure,” she said. “I should have given Susan one to begin with. I don’t like this any more than you do, but I can’t risk any more of my crew on this. It’s going to be hard enough explaining to Susan’s family if it turns out…”

  She trailed off and looked out the window instead of at Mike.

  “Forget it,” he said. “This is a suicide mission.”

  “I’m not giving you a choice, Mike.” The captain turned back to face him, clicking on her keyboard and mouse.

  The video of Mike and his mom instantly snapped into view on the screen. He felt his face heating up as he watched the two of them moving against each other in the linen closet.

  I’d almost forgotten about that. She still has blackmail material on me.

  “The video isn’t going to matter if I’m dead!” Mike was shouting without realizing it. “No! I refuse to be your sacrificial lamb.”

  Captain Michelle let out a deep sigh. She reached over to her desk and pressed a button.

  “Krysta, can you find Laura Grant on the beach and bring her to my office?”

  Mike blinked, realizing what the captain had in mind. He gritted his teeth.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “If you refuse to go,” said Captain Michelle. “Then I’ll send your mother in your place. I’m sure she’ll be more than willing, once I explain the situation to her.”

  “You bitch.” Mike slammed his hand down on the captain’s desk. The older woman didn’t so much as flinch.

  “Well?” she asked. “What’s it going to be?”

  I don’t have any choice. I have to protect her.

  “You’re giving me a gun,” said Mike. “And when I get back, you’re giving me access to your computer, and your emails, and any online storage you might have. The video is being deleted, for good.”

  The captain nodded.

  “That’s not a problem.” She smiled. “You should know by now that all of that was just a game to me. This is serious.”

  She watched Mike for another few seconds and then reached her hand back to the button on her desk.

  “Never mind, Krysta.”

  CHAPTER 6

  The captain’s tone shifted noticeably after Mike’s reluctant agreement. She began talking about the island and the jungle as though she were a tour guide leading him into a dangerous, extreme environment.

  “You’re going to want to be very careful, even as you make your way through the jungle,” she said. “There are no venomous creatures in this region of the world, but there are plenty of poisonous ones.”

  Mike raised an eyebrow, and the captain smiled condescendingly.

  “It means that you can’t go around touching frogs or eating random plants.”

  “Oh, okay.” Mike nodded.

  “I will meet your request on the gun.” Captain Michelle reached into her desk and pulled out a small pistol. She unloaded it with quick, practiced movements, and then slid it over to him.

  “You aren’t giving me any ammo?” he asked.

  “Not until you’re off the ship,” said the captain. “I’m not that trusting, Mike.”

  She’s got a point.

  “Alright.” Mike sighed. “Let’s get this over with, then.”

  Captain Michelle herself served as his escort through the ship and down onto the shore. There were still passengers swimming in the water, but Mike didn’t see his mom anywhere.

  She must be back in her cabin. It’s probably for the best, given how she’d react.

  Mike and Captain Michelle stopped in front of the thick wall of trees that separated the beach from the jungle beyond. She turned to look at him, and there was a sadness in her eyes that he hadn’t noticed before.

  “If you find Susan, please…” She forced a grim smile onto her face. “…Do what you can for her. If she’s alive, but even if she didn’t make it.”

  “I will,” said Mike.

  “Here.” She handed him the clip that she’d taken out of the pistol before. “Don’t load it until I’m back on the ship.”

  “You aren’t giving me any more ammo than that?” he asked. “What happens if I run into a whole tribe?”

  “You either communicate with them, or you die,” said Captain Michelle. “The gun is only for show, Michael. You’d be better off firing it into the air if you get attacked, to keep them from seeing how horrible your aim is.”

  Mike opened his mouth slightly but found that he was still too dazed by the situation to feel offended.

  “Good luck, Mike.” The captain reached her hand out, and Mike shook it. “Move as fast as you can.”

  She turned and walked back over to the rubber dinghy. Mike looked at the gun. It felt heavier in his hands than he’d expected it to. He mimicked the captain’s movements from before as he reloaded the clip.

  I wish I could test fire it, just to make sure I’m doing this right. Oh well…

  The foliage was thick in front of him, thick enough to make it challenging to move through. Mike walked down the beach until he found a place where the vegetation parted slightly. The women swimming further own the way paid him no mind as he stepped forward and into the jungle.

  The grass was tall, even enough the canopy of the tropical trees. Birds and insects chirped all around him, and behind that was the constant, ambient noise of rustling leaves. It was soothing and made Mike feel more relaxed as he started off through the jungle.

  “Alright, let’s see what we got here,” he muttered. “Trees, birds… no tribal people that I can see. At least not yet.”

  I’m talking to myself. Not a good sign.

  He smiled and tried to think his way through the situation. He was in the jungle, and he needed to either make contact with the supposed natives, find Susan, or if he was lucky, both.

  Mike walked with an aimlessness that contrasted the clear cut goals he’d set for himself. He pushed further into the jungle, far enough in for the beach to be out of sight through the dense vegetation behind him. He flinched as something snapped against his leg, jumping back.

  Just a branch. Besides, no venomous creatures here, at least according to the captain.

  The deeper he made it into the jungle, the harder it became for him to make any progress at all. The tall grass slowly shifted into thicker, almost tree-like shoots of tropical foliage. He began to wish that he’d asked for a machete instead of a gun.

  Seconds slowly turned into minutes, which collected until Mike was sure he’d been walking for at least an hour. He’d worked hard at keeping his path in a straight line from the beach. As long as he continued in one direction, getting back wouldn’t be much of a problem.

  He was just starting to get hungry when the sound of a snapping branch cut through the jungle backgrou
nd noise. Mike turned to look in the direction that’d come from. There wasn’t anything there.

  “I’m just being paranoid,” he muttered. “Just need to stay calm, and-“

  Something dropped down on his shoulder from the tree above. He instantly flinched back, but the creature had already begun slithering across his shoulders and around his neck on the other side. Mike helplessly aimed his gun down at his own head as a large, grayish green python began to wrap him in an embrace of death.

  “Fuuu…” His curse trailed off as the serpent began to squeeze, cutting off his ability to speak.

  Stars flickered in his field of view. Mike took a step forward and stumbled down to one knee. His body tried to cough, but all that came out was a pathetic gurgle.

  Wow, I didn’t last long…

  In pure desperation, he thumbed the safety off the gun and brought it up to his neck. His hand grazed the side of the snake, and Mike had just enough presence of mind to feel disgusted. He set the end of the barrel against his living, writhing necklace, thought a silent prayer, and then pulled the trigger.

  The gunshot was loud, but it barely registered to Mike in his semiconscious state. He was on his back, gasping for breath and half sunken into the jungle flora. The snake was underneath his neck and head, a disgusting corpse of a pillow.

  I can’t hear anything.

  It wasn’t entirely true, as Mike slowly realized. He could hear the most intense ringing noise he’d ever had the displeasure of experiencing before, and that was it. Mike would have cursed under his breath at the permanent damage he’d probably done to his ears, but he wouldn’t have heard it, and it was a minor price to pay in exchange for staying alive.

  He took a deep breath, tasting the sweet air, and then sat up. His gunshot had been incredibly lucky, catching the snake directly in the head. It almost looked like the python had bitten down on the barrel just before he’d pulled the trigger.

  Mike had also lucked out with the angle of the shot, which had mostly splattered the snake’s blood behind and to the side of him. He felt a momentary wave of revulsion sweep over him as he thought about what had almost just happened.

  I need to be way more careful.

  He pulled himself to his feet, dusted himself off, and continued on, fighting off a nervous dread that slowly began to take root in his stomach.

  CHAPTER 7

  The encounter with the python destroyed any sense of direction that Mike had once had. He turned in a complete circle, trying and failing to pick out which way he’d come from. Eventually, he just sighed and started off toward where the vegetation was a little less thick.

  He moved much more slowly than he had before. His pace was broken up into a few short steps at a time, followed by a brief scan of the trees and grass for snakes and other dangerous creatures.

  “What the fuck…” Mike muttered to himself. “How did I end up in this situation?”

  He walked a bit further, and almost fired the gun reflexively after stubbing his toe on a tree root. It had been close to noon when he’d entered the jungle, and he was starting to lose track of the time. The branches and leaves above him were too thick for him to be able to make out where the sun was in its path across the sky.

  “When did everything get so heavy?” he asked, to no one in particular. “This was a lighthearted, fun vacation in the beginning.”

  He stumbled forward over a half decomposed tree stump and fell through a wall of foliage. On the other side of it, surprisingly, was thin air. Mike had made it back out to shore and was staring at a new beach in a different part of the island. And, surprisingly, there was someone else on it.

  It was a girl. And she was gorgeous, the rare kind of impressive beauty that makes other attractive women petty and jealous. She had tan skin and shoulder length black hair that blew gently to the side in the breeze. She was up to her waist in the water, and more importantly to Mike, she was completely naked.

  Is this my heavenly reward for beating the snake?

  A bundle of knit grass and fur clothing sat a few feet away from Mike on the sand, and he assumed it belonged to the girl. He stood where he was for a few moments longer, wondering about the reaction he’d get if he announced his presence.

  She’s naked, and I’m a guy. Most likely this is going to end badly, but I don’t have any choice.

  Mike walked out onto the sand. As he drew closer, he could make out more detail in the girl’s body. Her butt and breasts reminded him of the types of curves that you’d see on Brazilian Carnival dancers, large but still in perfect proportion with the rest of her body. She was short, but carried herself with an easy confidence, as though she was at home on the beach.

  Mike was still holding the gun, and it suddenly felt unwieldy and threatening in his hand. He set it down in the grass near the edge of the beach and then cleared his throat.

  “Uh, hello?” He called out to her, fully expecting the language barrier to prevent any real communication from taking place.

  The girl turned around. Her expression shifted, surprise overtaking her attractive, soft features for a moment. Then she smiled, revealing cute little dimples on either side of her face. She waved to Mike and started walking out of the water toward him.

  “Oh, jeez.” Mike blushed and averted her gaze. Her breasts bounced with every step she took. The girl gave off the kind of sensual, youthful, sexual aura that most women try and fail to fake with their makeup and pushup bras.

  She said something to him. Her words came out in beautiful, musical, and unintelligible syllables.

  “I’m sorry.” Mike shook his head dumbly. “Also, I uh, don’t mean to stare…”

  The girl stepped in closer to him. She jutted her chest out and took a deep breath, causing her breasts to rise and fall. She was still smiling, as though she knew something that he didn’t.

  She said something again, and this time Mike could tell that she was asking a question. She pointed to herself, and then to him, letting the tip of her finger push against his chest through his t-shirt.

  “Yes?” Mike raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I don’t understand…”

  The girl stepped closer to him, letting her breasts push against his chest. She grinned and ran her fingers across one of his cheeks.

  “Oh!” Mike blinked and stared and tried to understand what was going through her mind. The girl continued moving against him. She pulled down the neckline of his t-shirt and planted a soft kiss underneath it.

  She is ready to go. I supposed the responsible thing to do would be to keep trying to communicate with her.

  The girl cupped one of her hands of Mike’s crotch and looked up at him, her eyes full of hot desire. Her body language was that of a temptress, making promises about what she could do for him, and how incredible she could make him feel.

  “I… I need to talk to the leader of your… tribe.” Mike felt his cock hardening under her touch. It was as though his body was staging a coup, or selling him out to an aggressive enemy invader.

  The girl slowly dropped to her knees, letting her breasts glide across Mike’s clothed body as she did. He shook his head in disbelief but made no move to stop her as she pulled at the elastic of his shorts. His cock popped out into her face, rock hard and practically begging for her touch.

  “Oh man,” said Mike. “I don’t know about this…”

  The girl smiled up at him sweetly, as though she was the girl next door, over for dinner and to chat about neighborhood politics. Mike could see her gorgeous breasts from the top down, an angle that he never appreciated until that moment. The girl slowly licked her lips and then leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the head of his cock.

  Mike wanted to sing a song, or at the very least whoop in delight. His jaw dropped open as he felt the girl spreading her lips, darting out with her hot, wet tongue, and teasing him.

  “Oh… man…” Mike let out a shaky sigh and ran his hand through the girl’s hair. She pushed into his fingers as he did, almost like a cat
leaning into its owner’s petting. The girl took a deep breath, and then locked eyes with him as she exhaled her sweet, hot breath onto the spot on his cock she’d kissed.

  It was torture of the cruelest kind, and it was at that moment that Mike realized what she was doing. There was an ebb and flow to her sensuality, and she was using it to slowly take control.

  She’ll have me doing whatever she wants by the end of this, even if we don’t speak the same language.

  Mike shook his head. He summoned every ounce of his will and used it to reach his hand out and gently push the girl’s head away. She smiled as he did, and then grabbed one of his ankles and pull.

  “Wha-?” Mike fell directly backward, too surprised to stumble or even break his fall. He landed hard on the sand and was too stunned to stop what happened next.

  The girl slipped her head forward, toward Mike’s crotch. He was expecting the same soft kiss she’d given it before, but this time her mouth opened wider. He felt his cock sliding along her tongue and shivered as it kept going, pushing all the way into the back of the girl’s throat. She closed her lips with the majority of Mike’s cock sheathed in her mouth and began to suck.

  The pleasure was beautiful, intense, and debilitating. The girl looked like an angel of sex, more appealing and innocent and real than any porn star could ever hope to be. She moved her mouth up and down, sucking the full length of Mike’s cock and taking it into the tightness of her throat, and he moaned through every sensual second of it.

  “Oh god!” A shiver went through his body. One of the girl’s big boobs rubbed against his leg. She had a hand on his stomach, and even that felt as though it was somehow imbuing him with pleasure.

  I could take her back on the cruise ship with me! She could stay in my room! I’d keep her secret!

  This time, she had him. In a far off place, outside of the primal urges that had overtaken his brain’s regular functioning, Mike knew it. But he also knew that he wanted nothing more than for her to keep going, for him to spray his cum in her mouth or on her tits, or anywhere else he could.