Slave Ship and Other Stories

by Reggie Chesterfield

  He had responded favorably to her email (and photo) and invited her over. He was overjoyed that she accepted. She was going to come over the following Friday. Punishing her was going to be a pleasure and he could hardly wait. She was so beautiful and muscular, she looked like a character from the comic books that he enjoyed so much. He couldn’t wait to degrade her. He was going to whip her with his cat of nine tails. He was going to flog her. He was going to make her do all sorts of sexual things to him. He was going to use her and he was going to make sure she loved it. He even had a contract ready for her to sign designating her as his slave. She hadn’t said anything about her experience, but he vowed that she was going to worship him by the time it was over.

  He had been so excited that he could barely make it through the week and was pleased when the doorbell rang thirty minutes early that Friday. He was already wearing his hood and leather when he opened the door.

  “Come in, slave,” he said in his most authoritative voice. He tried to be impressive and commanding, but when he saw her, he almost instantly shrank. She was that imposing.

  “Here, carry these,” she said casually and handed him her suitcases.

  He took them without thinking. She was wearing a black leather trench coat and black boots. Even covered up, he could tell that she was very well-built and muscular. Her picture hadn’t lied. She definitely looked like she worked out a lot. She was also smoking a cigarette and drinking a Michelob. She walked on in like she owned the place.

  Hmm…what the hell is in these things? Master Donald thought as he struggled with her bags. While she had handled them like they were nothing, he was having a hard time picking them up.

  “There was no need for you to bring any bondage gear, I have plenty,” Master Donald said, trying to regain control of the situation. “Also I don’t allow smoking in the house. So if you don’t mind…”

  “What?” she asked absentmindedly, then gestured at the luggage. “Oh, yeah, right…whatever…put them in the spare bedroom.” She continued to smoke.

  “What?” Master Donald asked incredulously. Something was wrong here. She had yet to ask his permission for anything. She was supposed to be a submissive. She wasn’t supposed to be ordering him around. And she had disobeyed him in regards to her smoking. How dare she!

  “I said, put them in the spare bedroom,” she ordered and took off the trench coat. From her tone, it was very clear that he didn’t have an option to do anything but.

  When the coat came off, he could see that she was wearing a slinky black dress underneath. It was quite obvious that she wasn’t wearing any underwear because when she stood a certain way, you could see through it. Besides it just barely covered her nipples. It accentuated her prodigious curves and muscles nicely. He also couldn’t help but notice her strong, muscular legs. She looked like she could break a man in half with those things. Later on, he noted when she would wear her sling bikini and boots, she really did look like a superhero in her get-up, unlike Master Donald with his leather hood, who looked like an absolute fool.

  “Don’t you understand English?” she asked narrowing her ice blue eyes at him.

  “Oh, I do. I just didn’t realize that you were going to be staying.”

  She gave him an eat shit look and lit another cigarette. Now, it was obvious that she had no intention of honoring his non-smoking policy.

  Oh well, maybe we’ll really be able to get into some role playing, Master Donald thought hopefully, deciding on second thought not to push the non-smoking thing. He didn’t want to be a bad host after all.

  “How about the basement?” he suggested. “It’s furnished. In fact it’s kind of like an apartment. It’s probably okay for you to smoke down there. I don’t think it’ll bother me that much.”

  “Great,” she mumbled under her breath and took a swig of beer. “Then take my suitcases down there.” She exhaled smoke directly in his face.

  “Okay,” Master Donald said politely, trying not to cough. He turned as he started towards the basement. “When do you want to get started?” he asked eagerly, trying his best to be casual.

  She narrowed her eyes. “Started? Started on what?

  “You know the BDSM stuff. When do you want me to get started punishing you? I know you’ve been bad,” he sniveled and snorted. “How about I teach you a lesson about smoking in the house?” he snorted again. Maybe it was a little forward of him saying this, but he was the dominant after all.

  “BDS-what?” she asked then realized what he was talking about. “Oh, yeah, that. How about this, why don’t you give it a rest for a second and go do what I told you.”

  He looked at her curiously. Then she opened her legs just a little so he could see her shaved pussy.

  “Okay, then there’s no hurry. We’ll get it into later,” he said, blushing, and hurried down the stairs.

  “That’s what I thought,” she said contemptuously. “And don’t go through my panties either, you pervert.”

  What a joke, he bitterly thought later. She didn’t even have any panties.

  And that’s how it started. Him bustling and doing stuff for her while she insulted him.

  Regardless of her admonishment not to, he had taken the liberty of looking through her suitcase to see what kind of stuff she was into it. It was his house after all. He was a little surprised when he didn’t find nothing but sling bikinis, slutty dresses, dumbbells and stripper shoes. And the biggest vibrators and dildos he had ever seen. This stuck him as puzzling coming from a person who had answered a BDSM personal ad. There was nothing BDSM related of any sort whatsoever. He just couldn’t understand this. But later he found out the reason. And it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

  The fact was that she wasn’t even into BDSM. She had just need a place to crash and had answered his ad because she had smelled a mark. She was looking for a person to freeload off and had sensed that Master Donald would be an easy take.

  He had begun to realize this later that night when she again refused to let him punish her. It was right after he had just ordered take-out from a Chinese place up on the main road. She had asked him if she minded if she took off her clothes. He had taken this to mean that she was finally going to open up and submit herself to him. That was when he had suggested it—the punishing. And when he had found out the truth.

  “You beat me?” She laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

  In the nude she was even more intimidating than when she was in her clothes. He couldn’t stop looking at her breasts and muscular tanned body. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought she knew what she was doing to him. Bullying him.

  “Well, if you’re backing out of the arrangement, then you need to leave,” Master Donald said, mustering up every bit of his strength. He was going to show her who was boss. He wasn’t going to take this kind of disrespect from anyone. “I have very definite requirements in a submissive and if you’re not willing to submit then you need to go on your way.”

  “I don’t think so, pudgy,” she said smirking and produced his address book which he had carelessly left lying about. “You kick me out or call the police, I’m going to call everyone in this book and tell them about your little secret fantasy world. Some people don’t care what other people think about them, but somehow I don’t think you’re one of them.”

  Master Donald gulped. For a second, he had thought that he may have been mistaken and had clicked the box requesting a dominant instead of a submissive. At least she was into at least some aspect of the BDSM lifestyle, he thought desperately. At least maybe they would have that in common.

  But alas, he eventually realized that he was mistaken about this as well.

  She wasn’t even trying to be dominant, even though she was very physically and mentally dominating. She was just a generally disagreeable, obnoxious, unpleasant person who thought nothing of intimidating and marginalizing him. And took every opportunity to do so just so she would have a free place to live. Besides that, s
he was usually drunk which only served to make her behavior even more intolerable.

  “And, as far as someone being someone’s slave, I think you know how that’s going to work out,” she leaned over and pushed her long manicured nail into his soft stomach. “Now get me a Michelob. I’m thirsty.”

  “But I don’t have any,” he whimpered, not quite knowing what to do.

  “Well go buy some,” she roared. “They’re not just going to grow feet and walk here on their own, you stupid bastard!”

  As time progressed, she began to bring over her girlfriends. And loads of men. She would have sex all the time, flaunting her well-built perfect muscular body in front of Master Donald. Torturing him. From the looks of some of the sleazes she brought in. she would fuck anything that moved. Who knew where she found these guys? It seemed that the only prerequisite was that they had to be hung. It didn’t matter if they were black, white or purple, she would fuck anybody if he had a big dick. Or a pussy.

  Naturally, of course, this left out Master Donald. He was hung like a bird. What was most insulting was that she didn’t even bother to check to see if he was packing. She just knew. And she made the most of the fact that he had so much to hide in regards to his BDSM lifestyle.

  After she had produced his address book, he knew that there was really nothing he could do. He had too much to lose. He was in a leadership position at work and there was no way he could lose that. He didn’t have that much going on career-wise other than his accounting job and he was too old to start over. He realized that he would just have to put up with her until he figured something out. At least she was good to look at.

  Despite this, after a while the fact that she was bringing people over to fuck began to really irritate him. He didn’t mind the orgy action going on in his house, but the fact that she never let him join? Now that bugged him. He could let the BDSM stuff go, but he was still a man after all. Eventually one evening, he had had enough.

  He had listened for about hour to the howls of pleasure coming from the basement. She had invited three guys over to gangbang her while one of her girlfriends videotaped it. She sold sex tapes of herself at the flea market to make beer and cigarette money. Of course, she didn’t share any of the money with him, he thought bitterly. Or offer him any beer or cigarettes. Even though he didn’t even smoke, the slight was not lost on him.

  He had listened at the top of the stairs, stroking his cock, aching for some action and finally decided that if she was going to blackmail him out of free room and board, the least he could get was a fuck out of the deal. He put on his hood and pounded down the steps.

  She was on a mat on the floor astride on big black guy while sucking and giving hand jobs to two other sleazy white guys. The guys were so big and muscular that they made her look normal-sized. Also, their dicks were proportionate to their bodies which meant they were huge. Master Donald was a little intimidated because he was so small but he was horny as hell so he didn’t care. Her girlfriend shot him a mean look and stepped aside so that he didn’t get in the shot. She had one hand on her pussy and the other on the camera.

  Master Donald stepped up to her in mid-moan as she thrusted against the stud she was sitting on. Her leg muscles rippled as she propelled herself towards orgasm. The guys looked at him like he was an alien or something.

  “I’m ready for my turn,” he said matter of factly. He whipped his small erection out of his leather pants.

  She kept fucking and turned her head from the dick she was sucking. She kept stroking the other two with her hands, her muscular arms really working their cocks. Finally, she noticed him.

  “What?” she said distractedly. She was in the middle of deep pleasure. Her large breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode.

  “I want to fuck you,” he said. “You’re living here rent free and it’s time that you settle up.”

  She kept fucking and then it hit her. She knew what he wanted. She smiled. “Of course you do. But there’s no way you’re coming near me with that little thing.”

  The guys laughed, but Master Donald was undaunted.

  “I don’t care. You owe me,” he said.

  She groaned as the black dick she was riding hit her g-spot. Then she turned back to him. “I’ve got an idea.” She looked to her girlfriend. “Get me the strap-on.”

  The girlfriend snickered and reached and got the huge strap-on that was lying on the couch.

  Master Donald took one look at the strap-on. “Oh no. You’re not going to use that thing on me!”

  She laughed. “I’m not going to use it on you. You would probably like it too much. Besides the view of your furry back would probably make me lose my lunch. No, you’re going to use it on me.”

  “But…I’m a man,” Master Donald protested. “I don’t need…”

  “Unless you wear it, you’re not going to get near me,” she said. “I’ve got to feel what I’m fucking and this is the only way you’re going to come close to filling me up.”

  Master Donald was dumbfounded. Never before had he been so humiliated. He didn’t know what to do.

  “You do want to fuck me, right?” she said and winced as the stud hit her g-spot again. She licked her lips.

  At that Master Donald pulled down his pants and put on the strap-on.

  “Okay then,” she smiled. She turned to her girlfriend. “Make sure you get this on tape.” Her girlfriend smiled back wickedly.

  It was after that she kicked it into gear and started riding the black stud she was on, quickly reaching orgasm. Her muscles flexed and glistened as she worked up a sweat. She then got on all fours and one of the other guys started pounding. She eagerly started sucking on the black cock.

  “This thing tastes even better after it’s been inside me,” she moaned as she fucked. She ground against the big dick that was fucking her.

  Master Donald stood by stroking himself, the big strap-on flopping. He looked ridiculous. He didn’t care. He was so turned on, he would have done anything just to be near her.

  After a while of fucking the dude, she orgasmed again. She switched to the next one and thrust her pussy against him like she was the one with a dick. He didn’t look like he was holding up too well so she went ahead and came.

  Slave Ship and Other Stories

  “Now, come over here, you worm. At least I don’t have to worry about you shooting your wad too quick,” she said and pulled Master Donald over behind her.

  She rammed the dildo into her and began to grind against Master Donald. She was so powerful that her grinding against him almost knocked him down. His hard-on brushed against the back of her powerful leg as she rode the black rubber. It wasn’t long before he began to cum and when she felt the ejaculation, she moaned with orgasm and pushed him away. She got on her back and began rubbing her snatch and quickly squirted all over him. She must have had a gallon of fluid because he was drenched. She signaled the other guys over and she lustily began sucking them until they all came all over her.

  “Now, leave,” she said to Master Donald.

  He stood there with a grin on his face. He had never been squirted on before. Even though he had been completely humiliated, he had actually had a pretty good time.

  Sensing this, she quickly threw figurative cold water on him.

  “Now treasure this, you worthless hairy fuck. This will be the only time you even come close to this,” she gestured to her body. “And remember, in case you get any bright ideas about anything, we’ve got this whole thing on tape,” she said wickedly, letting him know that she had yet another way to blackmail him.

  He hadn’t believed her at first. But when she kicked him in the nuts and told him to get the hell back up the stairs and fix her something to eat, he knew that she wasn’t kidding. Her girlfriend and the guys had laughed at him as he had run back up the stairs.

  That was the last time he had stood up to her. It was easier just to give in. She would taunt him by masturbating with her big glass dildo in front of him, telli
ng him that he would never be able to touch her body ever again. She would also go on and on about how useless and creepy he was. She had him so beaten down that when she started running up his credit cards buying trashy lingerie, protein powder and workout equipment online, he didn’t even protest. He just paid the bill. He just didn’t know what to do.

  Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted.

  “What the hell’s taking so long?!” she yelled. “Are you making them with your feet or something?! We want our fucking sandwiches!”

  “I’m coming,” Master Donald yelled back as he finished the sandwiches. He placed the meal on a tray and prepared to take it down to them. He became erect at the idea of seeing her muscled body and the hope that she would like the sandwich. He didn’t care it the others liked it or not. Just so long as she was pleased.

  No, this wasn’t what he had originally wanted. But since he didn’t know what to do about the situation, he figured that he would just live with it. Besides, in a weird way, he was even beginning to enjoy it.

  He started down the stairs with the sandwiches. Yes, as long as he could please her, he would be alright. But then again, he realized that it might be even better if he didn’t.

  Slave Ship

  Wendy had been brought up too well to end up so dirty. She hadn’t intended for anything like this to happen or hadn’t even thought such a thing possible. But sometimes circumstances bring about a situation that is so out of the ordinary that it’s inevitable that it will happen to somebody. And this time that somebody just happened to be her.

  Two months earlier, Wendy and her friend, Susie, were driving down I-95 to Florida in Susie’s Chevy Cavalier. The two secretaries had been saving for months for a vacation and had finally scraped up enough for a Caribbean cruise. They were both young women in their mid-twenties and were looking to find a little adventure and possibly Mister Right. They had met two years earlier and had been friends ever since.