A soft rapping on the door roused me from my slumber.  I wiped my eyes as I climbed from the bed and crossed the room.  Opening the door Melinda smiled at me and spoke in French to me.  I did not understand the words.  She pushed me playfully backwards and entered the room.  She spoke again, louder this time and Collette sat up and replied in French as well.

    Melinda's smile broadened as she stepped closer to me.  She grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards the floor.  Behind me I heard Collette say, "she wants you to eat her," Collette said.

    Melinda was wearing a pair of thin blue shorts and understanding what was wanted of me I reached my hands towards the shorts.  Melinda slapped my hands away and said, "non."

    Again I understood, I was not to use my hands.  

    Behind me I heard Collette giggle, "no hands."

    I leaned forward and trailed my tongue over Melinda's naked thighs. I licked my way to the leg band of her shorts.  The fabric pulled away from her body and I was able to press my lips together, trapping her shorts in my mouth.  I tugged them down, pulling her shorts down her body.  They did not get far before I had to release them and move to her opposite leg.  I did the same, trapping the fabric of her shorts in my mouth and biting enough to slightly pull the shorts lower.

    From the bed, Collette purred.

    I shifted behind Melinda and repeated the tugging of her shorts.  I circled her body twice before I was able to free her shorts from her body and she kindly stepped out of them.  She spoke and Collette translated, "now her panties."

    I had expected the command when I noticed the white bikini panties that Melinda had been wearing, and I said, "yes, mistress."

    I repeated my earlier actions of pulling and tugging, now removing Melinda's panties instead of her shorts.  I tugged them down her legs and once again she stepped from them.  She spoke something in French and then crossed the master bedroom and took a seat in one of the chairs that rested opposite the bed.  

    "She says to eat her," Collette said. 

    Still on my knees I began to crawl towards Melinda who was sitting with her legs spread wide, slowly rubbing her crotch.

    "But," Collette said with a giggle, "I think you should eat me instead."

    I hesitated and then turned towards Collette.

    Melinda frowned and spoke.  Collette translated for me, "Melinda says to eat her or she will beat you.  I still say eat me instead."  She laughed then at my hesitation.  

    The decision was made for me.  Still on my knees I crawled towards the bed and between Collette's parted thighs.  I heard Melinda speak behind me and Collette replied in French.  I licked my way up Collette's thighs and pressed my tongue against her wet sex.  I began lapping at her pussy like a cat at a milk bowl, quick, short bursts of my tongue.  I licked her pussy and ignored the sounds behind me.

    I continued to lick Collette's pussy and hissed when the sudden sting of a paddle landed on my upturned ass.  I hissed in pain and turned my head to look at Melinda standing above me with the paddle in her hand.  She spoke again and Collette smiled and spoke in reply.  "She says she warned you."

    "Yes," I nodded.  "She did."

    "Now," Collette said, "don't stop." She shifted and her legs drifted further apart.

    I ate Collette's pussy, pausing each time the paddle made contact with my ass.  My body jerked and I gasped and then lowered my face once again to Collette's dripping sex.  I ate her to completion, her screams loud in the room, as Melinda continued to paddle my ass.  Collette came loudly, bucking against my face.  She purred and said, "yummy."

    Behind me, Melinda spoke.

    Collette translated, "how many times did she beat you?"

    My face was blank, "I have no idea." I shook my head.

    Collette laughed at what Melinda said next.  She spoke to Melinda and then turned back to me, "Melinda says that she will have to beat you again, and this time you hav to count.  Understood?"

    "Yes," I nodded.

    "Good.  Now, eat me again."

    "Yes, mistress," I said glancing behind me nervously at Melinda slowly swinging the paddle.  I bent my head down and once again pressed my tongue against Collette's pussy.  She purred and I smiled.  The paddle fell and as I hissed in pain I raised my head away from Collette's pussy and croaked, "one."

    I continued to lap at Collette's pussy, pausing only to raise my head to count the paddle falls against my stinging ass.  Collette came when the count got to eighteen and then Melinda delivered two final, stinging blows.  "Nineteen," I hissed, followed by "twenty."

    "Very good," Collette said.

    Melinda spoke and Collette replied.  Collette looked at me and said simply, "Melinda's turn."

    Collette climbed from the bed, lifting her legs to avoid my prone body.  Immediately Melinda took her place and Collette hefted the paddle, weighing it in her hands.  She smiled at it's weight and she playfully slapped it against her palm.  "Mmm," she purred, "this could hurt."  She laughed then, a beautiful, light sound of pure joy.

    Melinda, her legs lying on either side of my body, brought them together, hitting me with them.  She got my attention, and my head jerked to her body.  She spoke and though I did not understand the words I understood the meaning; "eat me."

    And I did.  I pressed my face against her pussy and immediately her legs parted, her feet hanging off the edge of the bed.  She moaned in delight and her fingers dug into my hair.  The paddle landed against my ass and I hissed, jerking up, only to be brought up short by Melinda's strong hands, holding me against her pussy.  She shook in ecstasy, her passion rising like the evening moon.

    Collettecontinued to beat my ass as I ate Melinda to completion.  I counted each smack against my naked ass and was certain that the pause in mouthing Melinda's sex to count delayed Melinda's orgasm and forced even more painful smacks against my body.  Melinda came loudly at thirty-three smacks and Collette purred alongside Melinda's screams of pleasure.

    Melinda spoke and Collette replied.  "Go get Travis," Collette said.  "It is his turn."

    "Yes, mistress," I said, climbing off the bed.  I departed the room and made my way quickly to Melinda and Travis' suite.  I knocked on the door and heard Travis shout out in French.  I didn't understand the words but the tone implied for me to enter, so I opened the door.  I found Travis tied, naked, spread-eagled, to the bed.  He was squirming against his bonds and he spoke to me.

    Again, I didn't understand.  "I have no idea what you said," I said, shaking my head.  "But Melinda needs you in Collette's stateroom."

    Not understanding he spoke in French his confusion, but he realized what was happening when I reached to untie the ropes that bit into his skin almost painfully.

   I untied Travis and motioned for him to follow me.  We walked briskly back to the master suite where Melinda and Collette were waiting for us.  Travis was naked as I was and fortunately we did not pass anyone in the narrow halls.  I hitched an amused chuckle at the thought; even if we were seen nothing odd would be thought. Naked men and women was turning into the normal ship wide outfit.  Perhaps one day it would become the ships uniform of choice.  

    I laughed at the thought and realized it wasn't too far off.

    Travis and I entered the master bedroom and immediately Melinda spat out a command.  I didn't understand the words, but I understood his response.  Travis climbed between Melinda's parted thighs as Collette took up position behind him to spank his ass as the pair had just done to me.  I got to watch, to see what I had experienced.  Collette was moaning happily and Melinda was purring in passion as her pleasure climbed.

    Travis reached a count of "trent-neuf," and my limited French informed me that Collette had beat him thirty-nine times before Melinda finally came.  She had bucked against his face and gripped the satin sheets of the bed with tightly clenched fingers.  She moaned and I had to laugh as she screamed, "oui, oui, oui."  My mirth passed when Collette passed me a look that said, "knock it off."

    Melinda and Collette switched places, Collette lying on the bed while Melinda stood over the bed with the paddle in her sot hands.  The ship was rocking gently as we sliced through the Mediterranean sea towards the Suez Canal.  The storm was now behind us and the waves had grown smaller and only the easy rocking gave any indication that they were on a ship.  Melinda spoke from above Travis' body and he immediately pressed his face against Collette's pussy.

    The scene was the same; Travis lapping rapidly at Collette's pussy while Melinda slowly and deliberately slapped his ass. Each time the paddle landed Travis would pause, lift his head, and count aloud.  The numbers grew and when he reached what I recalled to be forty-seven, Collette came.   Her screams were loud and long and Melinda dropped the paddle when Collette's orgasm waned.

    Collette ordered Travis off the bed and then she herself climbed to her feet.  She spoke in French and both Travis and Melinda laughed. Travis' laugh was strained however and I figured that the joke was at his expense.  Collette turned to me, "go fetch us breakfast.  Travis will bathe Melinda and I.  Hurry back, I am famished."

    "Yes, mistress," I acknowledged her command.

    She spoke again, in French, and as I was leaving the room to retrieve breakfast for the four of us I watched as Travis slowly walked towards the bathroom.  Melinda and Collette would bathe, or be bathed, while I waited for Jacques to prepare breakfast.  I left the master suite and worked my way quickly to the galley.  Jacques was not present, one of the other chefs was on duty, "morning," I said, standing there naked.

    "Good morning, sir," he replied.  "We have not met.  My name is Jonathon."

    He said nothing about my attire, "Dennis," I replied, shaking his outstretched hand.

    "A pleasure, sir.  What would you like to eat?"

    I pondered his query for a moment and then replied, "blueberry waffles, sausage, and cantaloupe." I nodded, "yes, that sounds good."

    "Very good, sir," Jonathon replied, "How many for breakfast?"

    "Four."

    "I'll have that for you shortly, sir," Jonathon said.  He darted into the galley and I immediately heard the sounds of cooking going on.  I sat on one of the chairs and waited for the breakfast to be prepared.  The ship was no longer rocking, the worst of the storm behind us.  I could faintly smell smoke, remnants of the fire, and I shook my head.  We pulled through the fire with relative ease and I was thankful for the well-trained crew we had acquired.  It had taken some time and I now realized how worthwhile that time had been.

    The captain had flawlessly managed the fire and again I was thankful for his expertise.  I sat there on the cold chair, waiting for Jonathon to emerge from the kitchen with our breakfast.  I didn't have to way long.  No more than ten minutes had passed before Jonathon exited the kitchen pushing a large serving cart.  "Here you go, sir," he said, pushing the cart to me.

    "Thank you, Jonathan," I said, accepting the cart. 

    "You are welcome, sir.  I trust the mistress will find breakfast satisfactory."

    I smiled at his eagerness, "I am sure she will.  Thank you."

    Jonathon blushed and nodded and quickly darted back into the kitchen.

    I pushed the cart from the galley.  I made my way back to the master suite.  I opened the door and pushed the cart inside.  Melinda was lying on the bed next to Collette while Travis was spanking himself slowly with a large wooden paddle.  The cracks were loud and he counted each of them slowly, asking politely to be allowed to hit himself again.  Each time he asked, Melinda uttered a faint, "oui."

    I stood silently watching Travis continue to abuse his body for Collette and Melinda's pleasure.  Melinda stopped him when his ass was the color of a rose and Collette motioned me towards her as Travis stood up.  "Smells yummy," Collette said.  "What are we having?"

    "Blueberry waffles with sausage and cantaloupe.  We have freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee, Jamaican I think he said."

    Collette made a throaty sound of delight, "feed me."

    I pulled the cart to the edge of the bed and sat down next to Collette.  I lifted the large domed cover, revealing the meal underneath.  Melinda spoke and Travis came to my side and grabbed two of the four breakfast plates.  He walked around the bed and began feeding Melinda as I stabbed a piece of cantaloupe and fed it to Collette.  She chewed it slowly and swallowed, saying, "that is so good."

    I fed Collette bite after bite of the meal that Jonathan had prepared, taking an occasional bite myself.  Collette was making happy sounds in the back of her throat as the flavor of the food exploded on her tongue. She seemed to enjoy the waffles and by the time the meal was done she was saying, "God, that was good."

    Travis fed Melinda and ate himself and when we were all finished Collette commanded me to return the dirty dishes to the galley while she and Melinda and Travis made their way to the pool deck.  She instructed me to meet her up there after a quick visit to the captain to have him make an announcement to "let the games begin."  The tone of her voice let me know that she had some activities plColletted that she was anxious to see.

    I gathered up the trays and pushed the cart back to the galley.  Jonathon was there and I told him how well his breakfast was received.  He was genuinely elated to hear in and asked me to thank mistress Collette, and I promised that I would.  I left the galley and quickly made my way to the bridge.  The captain was not there and I asked where he was and was instructed that he would return momentarily as he was only fetching himself a cup of coffee.  

    I waited.

    The captain greeted me when he returned.  He apologized for the delay and asked what he could help me with.  He didn't say a thing about me standing naked before him and I realized again how normal naked men and women would become on the ship.  I instructed him on Collette's wishes and immediately he obeyed.  He picked up the microphone for the ship-wide announcing system and bade all personnel not on watch to report to the pool deck for "fun and games."

    I chuckled at his choice of words and thanked him for the announcement.

    "You and Mistress Collette are welcome," he said to me.  

    I nodded and returned to the master suite.  Collette had donned a white two-piece bikini and Melinda had opted for a blue one-piece.  Travis was naked, as I was, and as soon as I stood next to Collette I relayed Jonathon's thanks for her praised.  Collette smiled.  "I heard the announcement," she said, "so we shouldn't keep the toys waiting.  Shall we?"

    "Of course," I said.  

    And the four of us left the master-suite for the pool deck.  

    The sun was shining brightly and the cool of the morning had given way to the heat of the day.  There were already two dozen men and women gathered around the pool awaiting our arrival and they seemed to tense in anticipation when Collette emerged from the ship.  The gathered crew murmured in anticipation and Collette could feel the electricity caused by her approach.  "Strip!" she shouted to the crew and the half that were not already naked stripped off their clothing.

    Collette stood before the crowd and said, "those that had to strip step forward."

    Eight women and five men stepped closer to Collette.

    "Well," Collette said, smiling mischievously, "I suppose we need to have you do something for not being naked, don't you agree?"

    From behind them murmurs of agreement rang out.  

    Collette laughed, a happy, joyful sound.  "Well, I see somebody agrees.  Now what should we have you do?"  She spun around and asked Melinda for an idea.  

    Melinda spoke to her in French, her words exploding from her mouth.  Collette listened and laughed and seemingly agreed.  Collette motioned me forward and whispered in my ear.  I nodded, looked at her quizzically and then turned to obey.  I ran back to the captain and relayed Collette's wishes and just as quickly returned to Collette's side to report the captain's compliance.

    "Wonderful," Collette said to me.  She then turned to the newly naked men and women and shouted, "okay.  Over the side."

    The nine women and five men that had not been naked looked open-mouthed at Collette.  It was as if they didn't believe the command that they had been given.

    Louder, "over the side.  You heard me.  Now!"

    Thirteen of the men and women obeyed.  They walked slowly, seemingly dragging their feet towards the inevitable.  Upon reaching the side rail they to a person looked at Collette as if to see if the would change her mind.  There was no relief from their ordered course of action.  One by one they leaped from the side of the ship.  The water was about twenty feet down from the pool deck and the splashes of the naked men and women were loud.  When they broke the surface of the water we could hear them shout "cold," or "brrr."

    Collette and Melinda laughed.

    "Mistress?"  A lone man, tall and thin with a thick head of red hair interrupted Collette and Melinda's laughter.  He stood naked before them and his face seemed to be red but I didn't know if that was because he was blushing or if his hair just made it appear that way.

    Collette looked at him and asked, "yes?"

    "I can't swim, mistress," he admitted, "and I was supposed to jump overboard too."

    Collette's eyebrows raised almost mischievously, "really?" 

    His face was crimson, "yes, mistress.  I grew up in the Arizona desert and never learned to swim.  I'm sorry."

    Collette smiled, "it's okay.  You don't have to jump overboard."

    He looked relieved.

    "Instead, drop onto your hands and knees.  You will be my throne for the day.  Whenever I need to sit down, I will set on you.  Understood?"

    He dropped to his knees and then lowered his hands to the pool deck.  "Yes, mistress," he said.  "I understand completely."

    "Good."  She looked down at his prone position. "Don't go away."  

    He nodded silently.

    Collette and Melinda walked to the edge of the ship and looked overboard.  The thirteen men and women were treading water and shivering slightly at the cold.  She looked down at them.  They looked miserable, cold and wet and even slightly scared.  Their look excited her and she grinned.  She yelled down to them, "swim to the back of the boat.  Dry off and return here!"

    Immediately they obeyed.  Collette took her seat and said to the gathered group, "they will be here shortly."  She looked at Melinda and spoke to her in French.  Melinda replied and between them they came up with the next game.

    Collette took her seat, gently lowering her body onto her human throne.  She heard him groan softly as his body took her weight and the sound aroused her.  She looked out over the gathered men and women, watching them as they milled around slowly, looking nervous and full of anticipation.  They looked uncertain and Collette liked it.  She rubbed her legs together, feeling the heat of her arousal spreading through her body, climbing like the sun in the sky.  Unstoppable.

    Melinda spoke to her and Collette laughed.  

    The thirteen men and women slowly filtered back onto the pool deck.  Collette greeted them with a smile and a nod and Melinda applauded them lightly.  When they had all returned Collette stood up, more to ease the strain on her throne than the need to stand, and announced, "it is time for the next set of games.  I need the men to pair off roughly by height."

    All the men obeyed.  They moved to the front of the pool and paired off, two by two.  They lined up according to height and did a very good job of picking each another contestant.  When all the men were paired off Collette clapped and announced, "very good."  She turned to Travis and said, "I need some handcuffs, please."  She counted the number of men and said, "six pairs."  

    Travis hastened to obey and fetched the handcuffs.  He handed them to Collette and she thanked him for them.

    Collette walked forward and went to the first pair of men.  "Face each other," she commanded and they obeyed.  "Now," she said, "don't move."  With that Collette opened the handcuffs.  She fastened the cuff around the first mans cock and balls with the free cuff hanging down.  The ratchet sounded loud as she tightened the cuffs.  Satisfied with the first cuff she pushed on the second man's back until his cock was touching the first man's cock.  She then lifted the free cuff and latched it around the second mans cock until the two of them were bound tightly together by their cocks.

    Collette purred.  "Now," she said, "the first one to yell 'uncle' loses.  All you have to do is pull and twist, whatever it takes to make the other man give up.  Ready?" 

    "Yes, mistress," said the first.

    "Yes, ma'am," the second said with a nod.

    "Very good."  She stepped backwards and walked to her seat. She sat down on her thrones back and then said, "begin."

    The first two men stepped away from each other and the short chain connecting the two cuffs brought them up short.  The man to Collette's left, a tall man with dark hair and a goatee grunted and his hips involuntarily shifted towards the second man, a man of average build with a thick coat of chest hair.  Goatee man stepped to his right and Mr. chest hair counted with an equally small step.  

    I watched the side-step each other.  To me it appeared that they were not really trying to attack the other; it seemed that they were more counting the tension that was shooting sharp pain through their bodies.  Their faces were masks of pain, contorted with wrinkled noses and tightly shut eyes.  Sharp gasps and painful moans escaped their pursed lips.  

    Mr. chest hair stepped backwards and pulled Mr. goatee towards him.  He stepped to the left and immediately to the right.  Mr. goatee dropped his hands to his crotch and shouted, "uncle!"

    Collette stood up and her stood grunted in relief.  She clapped her hands.  "Very good.  Very, very good." She laughed, her face alive with giddy happiness.  She carried a key with her and unlocked the handcuffs, first from Mr. chest hair and then Mr. goatee.  She gripped Mr. chest hair's hand and raised it over her head, "the winner!"

    Round one was complete and Mr. chest hair had forced Mr. goatee to concede with his rapid-fire side-stepping.  He was beaming happily and Collette turned to the man who had lost and said to him, "you need to pay a penance for losing, don't you think?"

    He knew the question was rhetorical but he answered anyway, "yes, mistress."

    A grin, "any suggestions?"

    His face twisted in concentration as he volunteered, "you could spank me."

    "No," Collette said smiling, "why should I have to put myself out because you lost.  No, I think our winner should spank you.  Don't you?"

    Crestfallen, "yes, mistress."

    Collette turned to Travis and spoke to him in French.

    Immediately Travis obeyed, bringing her a heavy wooden paddle from the gathered collection of toys.  She thanked him with a happy, "merci," and he smiled.

    Collette handed the paddle to the winner of the first tug-of-war contest and commanded him to give the loser twenty-five strong smacks with the paddle.  He took the proffered instrument and waited for the man that lost the contest to bend at the waist and lock his hands against his thighs.  Prepared for the paddling Collette said, "start."

    I heard her say the word and silently slipped from the pool deck.  I needed to visit the captain to make preparations for tomorrow and needed the distraction of the paddling and the ensuing rounds of painful tugging to make sure I was able to slip out unnoticed by Collette.  She seemed not to notice that I had disappeared into the ship and I was happy with that.  

    I worked my way through the ship and once again found myself on the flying bridge talking to the captain.  "Captain," I began, "tomorrow as you may know is Mistress Collette's birthday and I want to make the celebration a night to remember."

    His eyes lit up in agreement, "what do you have in mind?"

    "I want to turn the ball room into a huge, shall we say, den of pleasure.  Pillows everywhere, silk all over the place.  Strong men waving fans to keep naked bodies cool as an orgy of pure pleasure goes unbridled from morning to night.  Celebrate mistress's birthday with an orgy of pleasure!  I know that she would appreciate it."

    "Sounds great," the captain said.

    "We need to make sure that the entire crew is invited and participates in the day of pleasure. I realize that watches will need to be mColletted, for what, eight hours.  And eight hours of sleep per crewman. That leaves what I hope will be eight hours of pure bliss for everyone at a minimum tomorrow.  Can that be arranged," I pointed to the microphone for the announcing system, "discreetly?  I am wanting this to be a surprise."

    The captain nodded in agreement, "of course, discrete.  Yes, sir."   

    "You'll see to it, captain?"

    "Yes.  Of course."

    "Thank you, captain," I said happily.  

    "You're welcome."

    I left the bridge and walk through the ship.  Just before returning to Collette's side I paused.  I knew that I didn't want to spoil the surprise I had just set into motion and that if Collette realized my absence she would question where I had been and I would be forced to tell her that, at a minimum, I was working on a surprise for her.  It would be better to create an alibi.

    I spun around and worked my way to the galley.  Jacques was there and asked him if he had any champagne.

    "Oui, monsieur," he replied.  His accent was thick, "I'll get it."

    "Thanks, Jacques."

    It took him only a moment to hand me a heavy silver tray with a bottle of iced champagne and four glasses.  "Four, yes?"

    "Yes, Jacques.  Thanks," I said, taking the tray from his strong hands.    

    Carrying the tray I returned to the pool deck and witnessed as the last set of the first group of men locked in their tug-of-war match.  They were tugging and pulling and twisting and more importantly they were entertaining Collette.  Her face was alive with happiness and she was clapping happily, spurring the action on.  I walked to her and said merrily, in a fake, heavy French accent, "Madame, champagne is served."

    Collette purred and said, "good thinking.  I was wondering where you ran off to."

    As I poured a glass of champagne for Collette, Melinda, Travis and I, it dawned on me that I was smart to fetch the bubbling drink. She had indeed noticed my departure and I was happy that I had thought to create a means to keep my covert activities hidden from her.  She would realize tomorrow when her birthday arrived that I had done more than just fetch a cold beverage and be thankful for it.  But as for now, the surprise was still hidden from her.

    Collette pronounced the newest winner of the current round of tug-of-war and as she sipped her glass of champagne she directed the newest loser to bend over and accept the punishment spanking from the winning contestant.   The smacks were loud and the grunts deep and when the loser, a young man that couldn't be more than twenty, finished counting to to the requisite twenty-five, the man who lost stopped the paddling.  

    Collette set her glass on the ground.  Clapping her hands she said, "very good.  Very good, indeed."  She stepped next to the winning man and said, "now the four men who lost will give blowjobs to the four men that won!"  Her voice was throaty, the idea of the men pleasuring each other inching her arousal higher until she thought she would explode from the pleasurable feelings that raced through her body.  "Begin."

    Collette watched as the four men who had lost the tug-of-war contest and had already paid a penance by being paddled by the winners, drop to their knees and slowly begin to reward the winners.  The four of them, side by side, pulled stiffening cocks into their mouths. We watched as the four men on bended knee sucked the four men that had won the first contest.  

    When the four winners finally ejaculated their loads into the waiting mouths of the four men that lost, Collette applauded and said, "I'm hungry." She pointed to everyone gathered, "in the pool.  Enjoy yourselves.  Have some fun time.  I am going to get something to eat."  She smiled, waved, and turned to Melinda.

    Melinda and Collette talked briefly and then Collette turned to me, "let's go.  The champagne has made me light-headed and am hungry.  I am sure Jacques can whip up something good."

    And the four of us went to eat. 

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