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Ghost pos-1

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by John Ringo


  As soon as they were beyond the last reefs and well away from land, Mike checked the radar and set the autosteer for the Bahamas with the boat moving just fast enough to get it up on plane.

  “Okay,” he said, joining the girls in the lounge. “First, I cook dinner.”

  “You said you can cook,” Courtney said, waving at the chunked-up chicken breasts. “But so far it’s all talk.”

  “O, ye of little faith,” Mike said.

  He made chicken paprikash — chicken in paprika and sour cream sauce — and fettuccine Alfredo with fresh parmesan, asparagus on the side. It was a bit of hit.

  “God,” Courtney said, sitting down to the table. “I take it back. You can cook. Marry me!”

  “No,” Mike said seriously. “Look, there are reasons, okay? But I won’t, can’t, get into them. But we can have a very good time together and then… part as friends, okay? It’s important to me that you understand. We can’t be more than friends and, maybe, occasional lovers. If we can’t work on that basis, we need to just… go have fun in the islands and forget all the rest.”

  “I can, Mike,” Courtney said, shrugging. “I think… I think I’ll always remember you. Heck, I know I will. But…” She shrugged again.

  “Pam, are you going to be okay with that?” Mike asked.

  “Yeah,” she said. “I think so.”

  “Let’s talk a bit about what we’re trying to accomplish here,” Mike said. “Like I explained before, when a person gets fully into submission, it’s basically a transcendental state. But some things will push you right out of scene or, sometimes, they’ll push you to an even higher level.”

  “Example?” Pam asked, rolling up a string of fettuccine.

  “You said you didn’t like anal sex?” Mike asked.

  “Not a lot,” Pam said. “It’s…”

  “Icky or humiliating or both?” Mike asked.

  “Both,” Pam said carefully, then wriggled.

  “But the humiliation aspect actually has some attraction from the point of view of submission, right?” Mike asked.

  “Yes,” Pam admitted. “But it also hurts.” Then she thought about it and wriggled again.

  “Do you want Courtney to be forced to see you taken?” Mike asked.

  “God,” Pam said nervously. “I’m not sure. It’s… sort of exciting. I think.”

  “Courtney,” Mike said. “Tell me what you think is absolutely not permissible.”

  “I don’t want to be whipped,” Courtney said. “And… there’s all that stuff with scat and golden showers. Don’t go there. I don’t want anal sex or for you to cum in my mouth. I don’t like the taste.”

  “How about being fitted with a butt plug?” Mike asked.

  “Uh…” She paused and thought about that. “Maybe.”

  “Exciting?” Mike asked. “Humiliating? Both?”

  “Both,” she admitted.

  “I will tell you, both, that there will be dual scenes,” Mike said. “Where one of you will be toyed with and the other forced to watch. You will be forced to touch each other, to play with tits at least, and to kiss in places, possibly on the lips but I’ll have to read that. For one thing, with two of you, I can’t do it all myself.”

  “I can… live with that,” Courtney said.

  “I’m planning on setting up a scene which will be longer than normal,” Mike said. “We have nothing but time. I’m thinking that it will go for a day at least, maybe a couple of days, with you in continuous submission. I’ll try to make sure I read you right, and I’ll call time-outs from time to time to check on your state. If you feel that it’s pushing your limits, edge play, beyond where you want to go, simply call yellow. If you’re gagged, then grunt and I’ll remove the gag. Especially do so if you feel panicked or trapped. I will be in complete control, but you can be free at any time and the play will end if you wish it. I don’t want to drive you away from your current interest by pushing you too hard and too fast. But… the scene will be intense. Can you handle that?”

  “I hope so,” Pam said. “I’m getting squirmy just thinking about it.”

  “Well, let’s wash up,” Mike said, glancing at the radar and blinking. “Pam, could you go up forward and see if there are any ships out there? There’s an odd blip on the radar.”

  “Sure,” she said, walking up to the bridge as Mike and Courtney cleared the dishes.

  As soon as she was up on deck, Mike picked up the knife he had been doing the dishes with and clamped his hand over her mouth.

  “One sound,” he said, keeping the knife well clear of her throat, “and I’ll cut your throat and throw you to the sharks.”

  He dragged her, panting, into her cabin and pulled out a pair of handcuffs he’d slipped under her pillow. He used those to secure her and used her pillowcase to gag her.

  “I’ll come get you as soon as I grab the other idiot who thought she was safe,” he said, walking out.

  “Where’s Courtney?” Pam asked when she came back in. “And when are we going to start,” she added, smiling.

  “We already did,” Mike said, grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm up behind her back then clamping his hand over her mouth. “Now I’m going to go explain the facts of life to you.”

  He dragged her into Courtney’s cabin and cuffed her on the floor, gagging her with another pillowcase. Then he went and got the serious gear.

  He carefully put a collar on Courtney’s neck, locking it in place, then wrist and ankle restraints, using snap-locks to hold them together and taking off the handcuffs without permitting her any chance to escape. Last he replaced the pillowcase with a ring gag that kept her mouth open in an O but made it impossible to speak. It did, however, give access to the mouth, and he stuck his finger and ran it around, laughing at her.

  “You two are so gullible,” Mike said. “And so, I might add, are your parents. Bunch of bondage freaks. I’m not a bondage freak, I’m a damned slaver. Two pretty bitches like you are going to make me a bunch of money.”

  “Aaaah ooooh,” Courtney groaned. “Aaah.”

  “But you have to be well trained,” he said as he secured the last lock on Pam. She’d struggled to get away when he explained what was going to happen, but it hadn’t mattered. “And I’m going to train you. But first you’re going to be stripped. You won’t need clothes anymore on this trip. Oh, and we’re not going to the Bahamas, we’re going to Morocco. Good slave market in Morocco. I should get, oh, thirty grand for you as a pair. They like pairs in Morocco, so much sweeter.” He paused and pulled Pam’s gag out. “Time out, Pam, you okay?”

  “I am now!” Pam said. “God! I thought you were serious!”

  “That is half of the point,” Mike said, reinserting the gag. “You will learn to be in total submission to your master. I will train you well. And then, I will sell you two bitches and head back to pick up more.”

  Courtney had been stripped and now lay on her bed, spread-eagled, looking at the overhead bunk and flinching at each crack of the whip. Mike had dragged Pam out of the room and now, to tell from the sounds, was whipping her. She wasn’t sure anymore, what was real and what was fantasy. All she knew was that she didn’t want to be whipped and would do anything to avoid it.

  “You will learn to like me cuming in your mouth, bitch,” Mike said, cracking the whip just above Pam’s butt and eliciting another moan of fear. He’d touched her, the first time, just with the tip on the ass so she’d know how it felt. Now each time the whip cracked above her butt, she couldn’t be sure it wasn’t real. He knew she was on another plane and was getting worried he was pushing her too far.

  He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, taking out the gag and replacing it with the whip.

  “Do you taste that leather, bitch?” Mike growled. “That leather is going to be covered in your blood if you don’t suck me, and suck me hard, do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she said around the gag of the whip. “Please…”

  “That’s right,”
Mike said. “Beg me, bitch. I like begging. Good slaves beg.”

  He tied the whip in place, then undid her bonds and shackled her hands behind her back and her feet together.

  “Down on your knees, bitch,” Mike said, dragging her off the bed. “You’re going to suck me and suck me well or you’re going to be whipped. And then I’ll cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow my cum. If you let one drop spill, you’ll be tortured until you beg me to kill you.”

  He took her in the mouth, grabbing her hair in his right hand, his left hand wrapped with the whip so he had a short lash.

  “Suck it, bitch,” Mike said, pushing her head back and forth, careful not to penetrate too deeply. “Suck it harder,” he growled, popping the lash behind her back.

  “Please…” Pam said, pulling back.

  “Please… who?” Mike said, whipping her lightly.

  “Please, master,” Pam moaned. “Don’t come in my mouth.”

  “I’ll do whatever I like to you,” Mike said, stuffing his dick back in her mouth and whipping her again. “You are my slave. You will do my bidding.”

  “Base, this is 315, go crypt, over.”

  “Base on crypt, go ahead, 315.”

  “Be aware, Yacht Winter Born has left territorial waters and appears to be headed for Bahamas waters, over.”

  “Roger, 315.”

  “315, out.”

  Courtney flinched when the door opened, and she turned away when she saw Mike leading Pam in and carrying a black bag in his hand. Pam’s hands were bound behind her and her legs hobbled with a chain so she could only take small steps. Mike smacked her on the ass with the whip to get her to move faster, and she hobbled over to Courtney’s bed, standing with her head bowed.

  “I think it’s time for me to take this little bitch,” Mike said. “She can’t give head worth a damn, so I guess I’m going to have to get mine in her pussy. But I didn’t think you should be left out, Blondie, so I brought her over so you could join in the good time.”

  Courtney moaned and turned her head away, shaking it.

  “First, I think Courtney needs to be properly fitted,” Mike said, laughing harshly and forcing Pam to her knees, then pointed at the bunk. “Stay there, bitch. Try to run and you’ll be whipped until you bleed.”

  He reached into the bag and extracted two lengths of chain that he secured to the overhead bunk, then unclipped each of Courtney’s ankles and reclipped them to the chain. When she was restrained, her butt was lifted slightly off the bunk and her legs spread.

  “Now for the fun part,” Mike said, reaching into the bag and pulling out a harness that looked something like a leather chastity belt with attachments.

  Courtney craned her head around to see it, then closed her eyes and let out a yell.

  “Yes, you’re going to have these jammed in your pussy and ass,” Mike said, chuckling evilly. “And it’s going to happen with your stupid little friend watching you be humiliated. But it’s okay; she’s going to get raped right in front of your eyes. You avoid that, for now.”

  Mike took out a tube of KY jelly and rubbed it into Courtney’s pussy and ass, liberally covered the plugs on the harness. He gently inserted the butt plug, then the vaginal plug, then buckled the belt in place.

  “You like that, bitch?” Mike shouted, grabbing Courtney’s hair and shaking her head back and forth. “You like the feel of that, bitch? Having a plug shoved up your ass? I bet you like it.”

  “Now for you, bitch,” Mike said, pulling Pam up by her arm and hair. He pushed her onto the bed then got her kneeling between Courtney’s legs. He unbound Pam’s arms and connected each of the wristbands to the D-rings on either side of Courtney’s collar so that she was supporting her weight on her hands and forced to look right into Courtney’s face. Last, he got a longer length of chain and spread her legs to either side of Courtney’s, running the chain under Courtney’s thighs so that there was no way for Pam to get away. She was left, wide spread, doggy position.

  “Ooooo,” Pam moaned, shaking her head.

  “Yes, bitch,” Mike said, picking up the whip and flicking it to barely touch her butt. The crack as much as the touch elicited a yelp of pain and she started crying.

  “I’m going to take you, now,” Mike said, pulling a box out of the bag and setting it to the side. “I’m going to shove my dick right up your pussy and cum in it. I’m going to fucking rape you, bitch. You’re nothing but my little slave, now, and a slave is all you’ll ever be.” He opened up the box and took out a vibrator, dropping his shorts and lining up on Pam’s opening. “You’re going to be raped, bitch, and raped hard. But I don’t want the other little bitch to feel left out, so…” He reached down to the harness and threw a small switch, engaging the vibrator that was built into Courtney’s vaginal plug.

  Courtney let out a moan and her head went back, then shook from side to side as her wrists pulled at the restraints.

  As she began to thrash, Mike thrust his fingers into Pam’s opening, twisting them around and making sure she was wet.

  “You like that, bitch?” Mike asked to a shaken head. “I’ll give you something you like,” he added, shoving his dick into her pussy. She moaned and shook her head, crying.

  “That’s right, bitch, cry,” Mike said. “That’s a good little crying bitch. I’m going to break you, bitch, and make you into a good slave for men to take over and over again.” As he said it, he slid the vibrator up and onto her clit, turning it on. “Men are going to do nothing but fuck you for the rest of your life. You’re both nothing but receptacles for men’s cum, for the rest of your lives.”

  Courtney came first, arching against the restraints, and he reached down and shut off the vibrator on the harness, then shut off the other as Pam came only moments later. He pounded her hard for a few seconds, really slamming her and imagining it as real rape, then came himself. All three of them had come in less than thirty seconds.

  Pam was barely able to support herself, and he quickly released her and rolled her to the side, picking up a tissue from the box and gently sliding it between her legs, then took the harness off Courtney and released her hands.

  “Christ,” Courtney gasped, when she got the gag out of her mouth. “That was…”

  “I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Pam said, still quivering.

  “Come into the main cabin,” Mike said. “I think this needs a solid snuggle to complete it.”

  When Pam had cleaned up and come into the cabin, her head down and looking ashamed, Mike pulled her and Courtney into his arms and hugged both of them to his chest.

  “Do you remember when I told you I got a high just having you around?” Mike asked.

  “Yes,” Pam said quietly, ducking her head down.

  “That time when we were first going out,” Mike said, “and you were both up on the tuna tower and just… grooving on the experience and having a blast, that was like the biggest high I could ever have. It was almost like being out of body. That is what I’m supposed to try to create in you girls, when we do those scenes. The job of the dom is to engage a series of emotions to cause some sort of a disconnect. You’re almost insane, so into the moment you’re no longer really in your body. That’s what we’re trying to achieve.”

  “Got it with me,” Courtney said. “I was half that way before you got in the room from hearing you torturing Pam. I couldn’t believe you were whipping her like that. Still can’t.”

  “He wasn’t, really,” Pam said, quietly. “He popped me once, at first, and then slightly a couple of other times. But that first one was so… something, that every time the whip cracked after that I had to scream.”

  “I was trying to build the mood,” Mike said. “Big question, did I push anyone out of scene? No, were you in scene?”

  “I sure was,” Pam said, shaking her head against his chest. “I couldn’t keep track of reality and fantasy. I just stopped trying. You could have made me do anything and I would have obeyed. It was… sca
ry. I didn’t know there was that much…”

  “Submission,” Mike said, nodding.

  “Submission in me,” Pam said. “I’m not sure I like it.”

  “We’ll work on that,” Mike promised. “Courtney.”

  “The harness was…” She shook her head. “It was… fun and it really made me feel submissive, but the butt plug was… that sort of threw me out of scene and into a near panic for a second or two. Then I just sort of… floated. I totally lost it when you put Pam over me. She was drooling…”

  “That was so…” Pam said and stopped. “God…”

  “Too much?” Mike asked.

  “No, it was… so humiliating,” Pam said, nearly crying. “And it felt so good! I just…”

  “Okay,” Mike said, pulling her into his arms tighter. “It’s okay. You’re not a bad person for feeling this way. It’s really, really normal; it’s just something that people don’t talk about. We’ll talk about it over the next couple of days. I was going to stay in scene, but I think you guys need some distance to work through the emotions. Remember, it’s all friends. And it’s all about getting that mystic high that comes from really good sex, really mind-blowing sex. If it’s no fun, if there’s no bonding and no… love, then it’s no good.”

  “Part of my problem,” Pam said, shaking her head against his chest, “is I feel like such a… a… slut. I got used and abused and I really liked it.”

  “It’s okay,” Mike said, stroking her hair. “That’s the point. It’s just that you’re finding out, for the first time, what really good sex, for you, is all about, and finding out how far into zone you can fall and what puts you there. You’re still a good person, a lovely young lady, with emphasis on lady. What goes on beyond the bedroom door doesn’t change that.”

  “You’ve got a nice voice, Mike,” Courtney said, snuggling into his chest and yawning. “Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to go to sleep?”

  “I will,” Mike said, “in a bit. Coast into the arms of Morpheus,” he said softly, holding them both. “Good dreams.”

  “Are you my lover or my father?” Pam asked sleepily.

 

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