The Autobiography of a Flea, Book 4 (3 page)

“By the sainted sunken wrecks of time!” bellowed the captain drunkenly. “You are no fool, my boy! You have a fine head on your shoulders! So you'd best rape your fist and content yourself with visions of Majorcan wenches spreading their firm thighs to offer their hot little holes up to you!”

Ignacio nodded, moaning softly as he envisioned the captain's words.

“But however you cool your heated lust, I implore and advise you, my boy, to constantly remember that our delectable cargo is not for your virile thrusting! They belong to our employer right down to the last nipple, bellybutton and clitoris! Continue refraining from even thinking of them and you'll live to my ripe age with your lusty penis still wholesomely rooted in your crotch!”

Ignacio stared dully into space.

Mildly bored by the evenness of the days and nights, I left my host and proceeded to explore the ship from stem to stern – taking care not to be wafted overboard in my cautiously estimated leaps from hither to yon, knowing that even a creature as tiny as myself could not survive in that salty turmoil of foaming waves very long without being swallowed alive by some voracious form of marine life. When I had finished roaming the length of the surging, rolling vessel and had even sampled the blood of several sailor-women – finding it quite tasty indeed, spiced as it was by their fondness for huge amounts of garlic – I hopped below decks and began seeking the compartment containing the virgins.

Finding and entering it via a keyhole spacious enough to accommodate one as small as myself, I jumped to the safety of an overhead beam from where I studied the girls in the thickly carpeted room that was strewn with cushions and pillows.

Each girl had been fitted with a short tunic of thin material, its flimsiness covering their flesh but hardly hiding their outlines beneath its nearly transparent quality. And since the hemline of the tunics barely reached to their shapely mid-thighs when they were standing, the rise of the material when they crouched, sat or moved about exposed many a rounded pair of white or tanned buttocks, many a softly tufted thicket of pubic hair – the tints ranging from jet-black to pale gold – as well as the varying plumpness of their fat little mounds beneath their cunthair, some of the crevices more firmly lipped than others. This assortment would indeed be torture to any male, much less a young man in Ignacio's needful condition. I began to understand the locked door, the female who stood guarding it armed with a pistol and the fact that only other female crew-members served the prisoners their daily food and drink, or exchanged the stinking toilet pots for clean, empty ones.

The virgins seemed listless. Their conversations were conducted with the hopeless air of girls who had despairingly accepted their fate in the stifling knowledge that they could not do otherwise. But, here and there, a girl would speak longingly of her home and her loved ones until her own words brought a flood of tears from those around her and herself. They comforted each other most sympathetically, and had my nature been equipped with human empathy, I might have found their emotions distressing.

Leaving through the keyhole, I had no sooner cleared it and was preparing to hurl myself neatly to a nearby railing on the hatchway when I saw a woman-sailor descending the hatchway stairs, a grim smile wreathing her masculine features as she went to the fat crew-member guarding the virgins. I hurtled to an overhead lamp where I sat watching with immense interest as the woman with cropped hair sidled up to the female guarding the compartment, deftly patting the guard upon her massive behind which made her simper coyly.

“What do you want, Big Tongue?” asked the guard, enjoying the pinching and petting the other woman continued giving the shapeless bulges of the guard's sagging breasts beneath her coarsely woven clothing. “You shouldn't be here. You know it's against the captain's orders for you to be making love to any of us while we're on duty! Oh, that feels so nice!”

“Fuck the old winepot and his shitty orders!” her voice was a male-ish baritone. “He knew I was a lesbian when he signed me aboard, the wily old fartbag! And he knows I do the work of three male sailors! Anyway, I'll take care of your needs this evening, dearie. I'm after something special, right now!” She stopped fondling the guard and withdrew a brightly gleaming piece of jewelry from her shirt. “This is for you, darling girl!”

“Ooh, for me?” The guard's eyes widened possessively and she reached for the trinket but the one called Big Tongue held it teasingly out of reach. “If it's mine, please give it to me, Big Tongue! Don't be mean to me! I want that pretty!”

“How much do you want it?”

“What do you mean?” The guard looked puzzled.

“Do you want this pin-pretty badly enough to let me take one of those girls off into a quiet corner for a bit of… ah… education? If you'll let me do that, the pin's yours!”

Hesitation oozed over the guard's fat face. “I – I don't know. I'm not supposed to let any -”

“I'll add my ring – the one with the entwined serpents whose eyes are rubies – to your price,” quickly bribed the wily lesbian. “You've always wanted that ring. It's yours if you'll just give me any one of the girls for an hour! Nobody will ever know. You'll be safe!”

Avarice danced in the guard's eyes.

“All right!” she agreed. “But you mustn't take more than an hour. I'll be on duty here that long. And you can't take the girl above-decks.”

“Agreed!”

The guard unlocked the door and vanished into the compartment. While she was gone, the big lesbian glanced up the hatchway, satisfying her caution that nobody was coming. She licked her lips in anticipation as the guard led a slender, petite blonde girl out of the compartment, a bewildered expression upon the girl's sweet face.

“Remember,” warned the guard, taking the pin. “Only an hour! No longer!”

The lesbian grasped the girl's arm, pulling her away and leading her toward some crates stacked in a far corner. “Come over here, darling!” She boomed pleasantly. “I want to have a little chat with you!”

Once hidden behind the crates, the lesbian turned to the confused girl with an expression of undeniable lust upon her harshly strange features. The girl sensed the woman's unwholesome interest, shrinking in revulsion from her.

“I want to-to go back with the others!” the girl whimpered. “I d-don't want to talk to y-you!”

“Now is that any way to act?” The lesbian began gently stroking the girl's long silky tresses, slipping her other arm around the girl's tiny waist and drawing her close. “Why, I wager you haven't had any real affection in a long, long time!”

“Pi-Please let me go back!”

“Now, now! Just relax and let me show you some affection, you lovely thing! What have we here?” A muscular hand cupped one of the small high breasts, caressing it strongly. “My, what an exciting bump you have there! Two of them yet!”

“D-Don't do that!”

“Here, let me see what those tempting bumps look like!” The lesbian pulled the girl's tunic down over satiny white shoulders, exposing the hard little breasts with their pale rosy nipples. “Why, they're just beautiful!”

The girl cried out softly as the lesbian's face suddenly pressed into the breasts, the thick lips nibbling the smooth flesh and finally seeking one of the nipples, closing about it with a wet greedy noise as she began sucking violently. The girl struggled vainly to free herself but the powerful arms held her fast. While she nursed with savage hunger, the lesbian slowly forced the girl upon her back to the floor, a hand crawling up between the girl's thighs.

“No! D-Don't!” screeched the terrified girl, thrashing wildly about. “D-Don't touch me there!”

The hand came flying upward, slapping the girl across the mouth in a stinging blow that silenced her screaming to muted whimperings of protest.

“Quiet, you ninny!” said the lesbian, momentarily taking her busy mouth from a nipple. “You'll enjoy this, you silly thing! All women enjoy it!”

“I – I don't l-like it! It's n-not natural! Y-You're a woman! You're n-not supposed to m-make love to another w-woman!”

Another slap, harder this time and the girl subsided into broken sobs of hopelessness, submitting to the hand which found her chubby mound and parted the velvety lips with fingers that caressed the wet interior until they found the clitoris. As they toyed with it, the lesbian's eager mouth sought a pink-tipped breast again. She sucked hungrily as her fingers played with the girl's tender cunt.

The girl moaned and writhed as the lesbian enjoyed the young breasts and feverishly handled the moist warmth of the slitted pubic mound nestled in its foliage of golden hair.

Without warning a rigid finger plunged into the vaginal entrance – and the girl shrieked, the shrill cry echoing throughout the compartment.

“Not so loud!” called the guard nervously. “You'll have the captain down here!”

“There, there!” soothed the lesbian mockingly, changing her position so she now knelt between the girl's spread legs. “It's only a moment of pain! It's over now. Just a few droplets of blood, my lovely! I'll soon have them washed away!”

The girl's hysterical sobs suddenly erupted into gasps as the lesbian's face lowered to the golden hair, her mouth engulfing the moist lips and she began nursing upon the girl's cunt with steady spasms of her jaws – a tongue sliding into the vagina with darting thrusts that kept the girl gasping and grunting as she squirmed in a frenzy of sensual reaction to the act being performed upon her sensitive parts.

“Oh… Oh… Oh!” she panted, throwing her head back and forth. “Oh, I can't stand the feeling of that much longer!”

The lesbian sucked and slobbered more swiftly.

Footsteps on the hatchway stairs sounded loudly and before the startled guard could whisper a warning, Ignacio had descended the steps and stood looking about suspiciously. The guard swallowed hard and trembled before his towering presence.

“I heard a scream,” he stated. “The captain sent me down to investigate. What has been happening down here?”

From behind the crates came a loud moan from the girl's tortured throat. The lesbian froze, lifting her head slowly and waiting. Ignacio strode to the crates and peered behind them, seeing the girl prone on the floor with the lesbian kneeling over her.

“Come out of there!” Ignacio ordered.

Slowly the lesbian rose to her feet. The girl got up weakly, following the lesbian out from behind the crates and facing Ignacio. His eyes gleamed with lust as they traveled up and down the girl's lissome curves. He gave the lesbian a brief glance of utter loathing and contempt.

“Sampling the cargo, eh?” he said coldly.

“You might say that,” jeered the lesbian. “She's no longer cargo. Not anymore!”

“I miss your meaning, warped one.”

“You'll understand it soon enough!”

His craving eyes ran over the trembling girl's body again. She stood with downcast eyes staring blankly at her feet, touseled locks hanging in loose disarrangement around her oval face.

“All right,” Ignacio said authoritatively, taking a deep breath and looking as though he had just made a decision. “On your way, twisted one. Stay away from here after this or you'll regret it!”

“We'll see who regrets this day!” she sneered.

“Come with me,” he said to the girl, leading her to the crates. “I wish to question you in privacy about what has happened here.”

The women watched him and the submissive girl disappeared behind the crates, exchanging a glance of understanding.

“He means to have her,” whispered the guard.

The lesbian nodded, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her broad mouth. “When you get off duty,” she murmured, “report that fact to the captain. I think he'll be better able to understand why the cargo consists of only eleven virgins – once he knows what that overbearing bastard has been up to! Now don't forget to report it!”

The guard nodded in agreement.

When Ignacio silently lay upon the unresisting girl and pushed her shapely legs apart with hands that shook from the lust shuddering within him, she closed her eyes and lifted her feet – presenting her dewy cunt to his avid gaze. With a muttered sound he pulled his stiffened penis from his pants, allowing them to drop to his knees, and holding the large reddish-tipped organ in his hand – guided it to the glistening lips encircled by her pale gold hair, grunting pleasurably as he thrust the cock into her. She moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he put his arms under her white shoulders, undulating his hips which drove the throbbing prick in and out of her tight hole in stabbing motions that drew sounds of enjoyment from both of them as he steadily fucked her.

“Isn't this… better… than a… finger?” he asked, without stopping the driving strokes. “Surely… you… can tell… the… difference.”

“It's… different,” she mumbled flatly.

“Raise your… bottom… when I… thrust… into you,” he requested.

She began doing as he asked, and the tempo increased as his lust boiled along the length of the rigid hose that went slipping in and out of her tunnel, his movements becoming more violent as his orgasm neared, inducing a frenzy of urgent need for release. Then he was pounding away at the tender crotch, growling his enjoyment as the hot juices exploded from the tip of his organ and went spurting deeply into her depths in savage spasms that ignited her own passion.

Squealing wildly, she clung to him – frantically undulating herself against him and riding the full length of the still-hard column upon which she was impaled, grunting softly as she came. When her climax had ended, she slumped back upon the floor in exhaustion, panting rapidly.

Ignacio smiled down at her. “That was just splendid, wasn't it!”

She nodded, smiling shyly.

“I'm sorry you were deflowered by the mere finger of a sickening pervert. I would have much preferred divesting you of your innocence, myself.”