As the sun finally rose and they lay in a heap, exhausted, it was Robert, though, who best understood the nature of their situation.
"If we wish to move we must do so when the ice frees up. I can feel from the slight movements of this ship that liberation is near. I suggest we return to The Virgin at once and head south, while the opportunity presents itself."
The other three agreed to this, and they bundled up and trundled across the floes with the brilliant sun rising to their left. When they reached The Virgin, however, they discovered that the crew had vanished, leaving the ship empty, no doubt having joined the party. Robert regretted the fact that Billie must be on the festive ship, as her jig was undoubtedly now up, although that likely would open up opportunities for her.
"They shall find their own way home," Robert announced, "and so shall we. What has been lacking here with your situation is obvious, and of course that lack has bred unnecessary conflict and jealousy. You've needed another set of genitals to break the deadlock."
Crea and Elizabeth stared at one another, then each looked at Victor, who looked to Robert. Enlightenment flashed through their faces one at a time like shooting stars descending from the sky to alight through their eyes.
"Of course!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Can you not see the truth to this, Victor?"
"Indeed," he said. He turned to Crea. "I understand now what was lacking. The captain is correct. Our balance has been off all along. Conflict was inevitable. It kept me from seeing you in a more human light. As I have thought on it, when there were four at Oxford, these jealousies did not arise."
"Master Frankenstein," Crea said, "We believe you are correct. We are prepared to rectify the matter..." She left it open.
"As am I. At once!" Victor said, turning to Robert. "What say you?"
"My ship is at your command, as am I," Robert said. "To travel the seas with those who fulfill me, I can wish nothing more for myself. I would be a happy man, although in many ways I admit to being yet a virgin."
"That can be a delightful state," Elizabeth said, reaching for her purse. Crea opened the stove's gate and began making a fire. Victor removed the leather razor strop from the wall. He folded the wide strip of hide and snapped it. The sound reverberated in Robert's ears, filling him with fear and anticipation. Already his cock was firming and his ass muscles twitching in terror and excitement.
And when Victor commanded, "Bare your bottom," a delicious tremor passed through Robert's body. He knew he was about to explore that new terrain which he found so enticing.
When the fire blazed, and Robert lay prone across the short bench, his hard cock beneath him, Elizabeth sat on the floor near his face. She bared her breasts and his fingers went to the one with the gold ring automatically, tugging at the precious metal, pulling the tittie out so far he wondered if it was painful.
Elizabeth, though, only smiled at him. She held something in her closed palm. "Victor, apply the strop," she said. "He needs priming."
The leather landed hard, shocking him. Pain he had never felt, but which he had inflicted so often, ran through him, a direct connection from ass to balls to cock. He could only gasp at the onslaught. Victor walloped his ass until it blazed and Robert gasped for air. "How can pain be so pleasurable!" he cried. Victor strapped him harder. The leather seemed to find new spots, awakening agony so sweet it lifted his spirit.
"Crea!" Elizabeth called. "Bring it here."
Crea, her cocks unfurled, knelt beside the bench and handed Elizabeth something. Automatically Robert's free hand reached out to hold that enormous cock for comfort and reassurance, as his other hand still toyed with Elizabeth's nipple ring. His eyes were so blurred by tears he could barely see what Crea had brought. His brain was able to make out that it was a small pot, with a small fire burning from it.
Crea lay the pot on the floor beside Elizabeth, then slipped her hand under his hips and stroked his swollen member. He gasped, torn between the soft caresses and the hard leather smacking him.
Suddenly Elizabeth opened her hands. What lay in her palm was the large needle, and a gold ring matching the ones the three wore.
He watched her heat the needle to red-hot, the color he felt his ass to be. Crea swabbed his left nipple with alcohol.
The strop halted in mid-air, and the hand beneath him stilled.
"Will you submit to each of us and all of us as we see fit, Robert?" Elizabeth asked.
"Oh yes, Mistress Elizabeth!" he cried.
"And will you dominate as we each and all require?"
"Indeed, I shall!"
"Good. Then we all three will do the honors."
The hand began to stroke him, the strop whip him and the needle pierce him. Through it all he felt the ship rock from side to side as it began to move out once more into open waters and the new, uncharted lands ahead of them.
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