“I'm very sore down there now. Please remove yourself, sir. I hurt quite badly from all the attention that's been given to my parts this day.”
He pulled his still-rigid penis from the moist hole with reluctance, studying her face closely as he withdrew. “Would you be willing to do something for me? Something that will cause you no further discomfort but would give me great pleasure and the satisfaction my body demands?”
“I – I g-guess so,” she replied.
Kneeling beside her, his penis upright and jutting stiffly, he indicated the organ with a vague gesture. “Just take it into your mouth and suck upon it as nicely as you can until my juices gush forth,” he explained. “This will relieve me and I shall be most grateful to you for the relief, pretty one.”
“Is th-that a natural thing to do?”
He laughed. “As my sainted grandfather used to assure me, 'anything that can be accomplished without physical injury is perfectly natural and to be enjoyed as a gift from God'! Of course, the old man was the finest of libertines and a dedicated lecher who had seduced a woman less than a third his age the day before he died, at ninety-six!”
“Well, if it's not unnatural, I'll do it because I find you strangely charming – and I want to give you the relief you say is needed.”
“How gracious, pretty one!”
She lowered her face to the tip of his penis, her mouth closing over the plum-shaped head. Making a slight face of distaste, she began sucking inexpertly.
“Go up and down,” advised Ignacio. “Slide your delightful mouth the length of it – or as far as you can go, anyway. Oh, that's better. Much better, pretty one! Oh, that feels so good! Suck harder and faster now! That's it – that's it!”
With a guttural moan of ecstasy he grabbed her bobbing head in both hands as his juice surged up and exploded into her busy mouth. She gulped the thick hot liquid down, swallowing it with effort. Finally she lifted her head, wiping her greasy lips with the back of her hand.
“Oh, that was just fine!” he told her. “You did it quite nicely for one who has obviously never performed that charitable act of mercy before in her entire life!”
“It was awful!” she declared. “It tasted just terrible! I don't think I'll ever do that again as long as I live!”
“Too bad you feel like that. I was hoping we might do it to each other often during this dreary voyage – just to pass the time pleasantly.”
“No. I'll let you fuck me whenever you can get the guard to let me out of that compartment where they keep me and the others. I liked that. Especially the part where every nerve in my body was on fire. It was heavenly! But no more of this odd business with my mouth, sir!”
“All right.” He led her back to the guard, a replacement for the previous woman crew-member. He watched her taken into the compartment. Then he went topside directly to the captain's cabin where he discovered the old man peering into his wine glass with a troubled expression upon his wrinkled face. The captain looked up as Ignacio entered the cabin without knocking.
“Por favor, if you please, Captain – a matter of some importance!” said Ignacio.
“Yes, I've already heard.” The captain's face grew gloomier. “Now we have but eleven virgins aboard. Which will be impossible to explain to Senor Bullpole, who has less use for explanations than he has for those who bother to make them.”
“B-But I didn't -”
“I know, you didn't deflower the girl. The ugly lesbian did. I easily figured that out after one of her girls tried to attach the blame to you. A clumsy ruse. But the fact remains that you and I are in great danger now.”
“But why, Captain?”
“You have no ears, my boy? Haven't I been trying to convince you that it was imperative for us to deliver the exact number of virgins we were sent to obtain for Senor Bullpole?” He sighed deeply and drank from his brimming goblet, motioning to the bottle. “Pour yourself a libation, Ignacio. You will need it after I manage to get it through your thick skull that we both have been put in a very damning light now that the cargo has been lessened. I've already given orders that should another girl be taken out of that compartment – whoever is on duty guarding it will be thrown overboard to furnish the sharks with a meal.”
“Can't we just tell Senor Bullpole who did it?” Ignacio stared hopefully at the old man. “Surely, once the real culprit has been -”
“She is in irons and will face Bullpole. And she will suffer horribly for her audacity, you may rest assured. Horribly. Senor Bullpole takes much pleasure in devising terrible deaths for those who disobey him. Almost as much pleasure as he does in the attention he gives his playthings.”
“Then we have nothing to -”
“Silence!” roared the captain. “You err, stupid lad! We have plenty to worry about. You and I were placed in the position of authority and responsibility to deliver twelve virgins. We share the blame with that disgusting creature whose greedy finger has ruptured our futures along with a mere hymen!”
“Will it go very badly for us?”
“It may go very badly indeed. Sometimes Senor Bullpole is quite unpredictable. There is no way of knowing what our fate will be. We can only keep the repulsive creature alive who caused this problem – and hope that our punishments will be relatively light and merciful by comparison to what will be done to her for having spoiled the number of girls to be delivered – their virginities intact as by Senor Bullpole's written order.' He waved a scroll written in a scholarly script.
“Will my having possessed the girl after she was deflowered cause me to be punished severely?” Ignacio's face was pale with fear now. “I was so heated by lust that I didn't stop to reason.”
“Only Senor Bullpole can judge that.”
“My God! Is he likely to kill me?” Sweat rose in beads from the younger man's forehead. “You've been in his employ all your life! You must have some influence with him, my captain! Don't let him have me butchered just because I behaved in a humanly manner like any other man!”
“Compose yourself!” demanded the captain, rising to his feet. “Stop acting like a coward! We have something that must be done. Something rather unpleasant but necessary. Come along.”
Together they went on deck where the entire crew of women had gathered. Two of them held the woman who had been guarding the compartment when the lesbian had bribed her. She sagged, slack with fear, in the stout arms of her guards.
Facing the assemblage, the captain's stony face regarded them grimly for a long moment of silence. Then he began speaking, warning them that what was about to be displayed would also be the fate of any of them foolish enough to tamper with the precious shipment of human purity below decks. Then, with a barely perceptible nod of his head, he signaled to the women holding the one to be used as an example of what disobedience would bring.
They roughly hoisted her up, hurling her over the side. A line had been securely tied about her thick ankles and it was paid-out swiftly as she fell screaming in terror – the loud plunging sound of her body entering the sea cutting off her pitiful shriek abruptly.
The sharks that had followed the ship for days converged rapidly upon the woman struggling in the water, yanking her under the surface which roiled violently – turning bright red. The whole thing took less than a moment to happen before the widened eyes of the entire crew.
When the line was hauled in, only a pair of feet shorn off at the shredded flesh and splintered bones above the ankles was left of the unfortunate woman who had been thrown to the sharks.
The eleven virgins remained virgins for the rest of our voyage.
CHAPTER III
By now, having heard so many fascinating things pertaining to the powerful and ruthless Senor Bullpole, I was exceedingly curious to experience his presence for myself and, perhaps, boldly taste the blood of one so
