Page 22 of Enslaved

“Why? You want a turn?”

“Me? Never,” I squeaked.

“It’s okay. It’s just us girls.”

My foot was holding the door open, letting some of the fumes of ecstasy escape. Shrugging, I entered the den of Eden, the door shut behind me with a firm click.

“What the...”

My eyes adjusted to the bright light as Sara pulled back the heavy velvet curtains from the bank of windows.

Floggers, vibrators, lube, nipple clamps, and canes lay scattered on the table. Full condoms were discarded just outside the trash receptacle; tossed carelessly, just missing going in.

“Two men and two women did all of this?”

“No. I heard Christos mostly watched. After he and Alex had their fill, they invited the mechanic and Captain to get their fill.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Maybe. But men at sea have needs.”

“If you say so.”

“Cut the crap. I’m not afraid to admit I need a good plow now and then.”

“Jesus, Sara.”

“Stop being such a shrew. You can’t be a virgin?”

“I’m not. But neither do I feel the need to partake in something like this…”

“I would. In a heartbeat, if I was asked. But they never do. Can you keep a secret?”

She leaned in conspiratorially, about to share with me something I’m sure I’d rather not hear. “The other stewardess, Bree, isn’t sick. She joined. The men tired her out. She’s in bed with a packet of ice between her thighs. Heck, probably one between her ass cheeks, too.”

Staring at the evidence of sexual deviancy, my head shook. “One man, maybe I could just belong to one man. What happened in here, is nothing I remotely want any part of. I need to get off this boat. I have no respect for the crew, the captain or its owner. I won’t be asked to clean up cum or look the other way as sexual predators prowl onboard.I can’t work here anymore, Sara. As soon as we dock for new supplies and I can hook up to Wi-Fi, I’ll look for job postings on other boats.”

“Only a select few on this yacht have the passcode to the Internet. I’m sorry, but I’m not even one of them.”

“I’m beginning to understand why. They want to keep what goes on here, private and away from social media or Alex won’t end his summer with a bride.”

“Especially if she was to find out he likes his bum stimulated.”

I couldn’t help it, we both burst in giggles.

My shoulders ached. I cleaned every inch of the boat except the den. I wouldn’t do it on principle. Couldn’t bear to touch things that were used to inflict pleasurable pain on someone’s flesh.

After being cooped up inside all day, the last thing I wanted to do was go into my crawl space of a room. I need to be up here, where the stars guide a path across the sea and the wind kissed my face.

Huddled under a thin blanket, my head rested on a pillow from a lounger as I gazed at more stars than I ever thought existed.

“Did you like it?”

“W-what?” I stuttered, so lost in the sky I momentarily forgot where I was. He leaned casually against the deck rail, lifting a lighter to the cigar dangling from his lips. After it was lit, he took a few quick puffs. His dark eyes never left mine.

“Cleaning the interior of the boat all day. It was your punishment. Did you think I would forget that stunt you pulled last night? You could’ve broken your neck, jumping over the rail like that.”

“But I didn’t.”

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