Cruise Ship Of Broken Dreams Ch 12

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Cruise Ship of Broken Dreams

Chapter 12

She sat in silence for several minutes. Arthur said nothing when she realized she had no choice; he was betting she would come around.

"If I get deported, I'll be with Carlos again, right?" she asked.

It looked like she was going to need another push.

"Of course," Arthur said. "That is assuming they deport you to the same relocation camp that is. The last count I heard was there were thirty of them," Arthur said, giving it a minute to sink in.

"Assuming you are reunited with your husband, you'll be a stranger in a strange land with no money. The Mexican government is ill-equipped to deal with the flow of refugees on such a scale, and this is just from the southern states. As ICE sweeps north, there will be millions more to join them."

"It's a crime what is being done to immigrants, but with the current political climate, no one can stop Tulip right now; he has the support of Congress and the military; Mexico must roll over and take it, or else."

"The United Nations has condemned the mass deportations, and some aid groups have stepped in to assist, but things are bad in the camps and are only going to get worse. If you want you and your husband to survive, your best chance is staying here. I'll see if I can find out where he has deported to; if I can locate him, you can send him money to help him survive. You're in a position to help him, and you are his best hope."

"Ok," she said at last.

"Great," just one more little detail. Arthur pulled out a contract and placed it on the table in front of her.

"She looked at it, can't read English very well," she said.

"Oh, just that you agree to be our servant for the next three years without pay. It also allows me full control over you and your body for modifications and medical decisions. But the contact allows you to earn extra money on the side if we loan you out. Not that you will have any choice in the matter."

"Medical?" she questioned.

"An IUD to start with," he said.

"Body Modifications?" she asked.

"Just a few body piercing, some tattoos. Something to make you look more sexy," he said with a smile.

Still, she hesitated. Thinking it over, she thought about being a sexual plaything for Arthur and his wife. Could she live with herself? She could feel her panties beginning to get wet. Yes, she could live with it. She might even enjoy it; what choice did she have? While the thought of cheating on her husband had never entered her mind before, she now saw that she was in the position to save him, save them both. She promised she would endure, and one day, she would be reunited with her husband again.

Defeated, Camila signed the contract.

Arthur already had a hard-on; now it was a raging hard-on; in a few hours, he would be pounding her tight pussy and filling it with his cum. He was giddy as a schoolboy.

When the new deportation laws were being pushed through Congress, it was the tech companies' lobbyists who wanted a clause that would allow illegal immigrants a path to citizenship. They feared they would lose too much talent if their non-citizen engineers or programmers were deported since the law voided all work visas and Tax Identification Numbers. Allowing them to sponsor an illegal to stay in the country and apply for a green card would allow them to retain critical talent. It sounded good on the surface. How the clause was actually applied was that any non-citizen would have to sign a contract with the sponsoring employer at unfavorable terms. An engineer making 100k a year would suddenly find themselves earning 30k to remain in the country and get sponsors for a green card, leading to citizenship; contracts were even worse if they had a spouse they wanted their employer to sponsor. Since the Supreme Court ruled last year that non-citizens technically have no rights and could not own property, it was easy for citizens to take advantage of non-citizens.

It was his friend Charlie Watson who first suggested they use the new law there their mutual benefit; he even offered to split the cost so long as he agreed to share Camila with him. When Arthur brought up this possibility to Laura, she was thrilled with the possibilities. She was dying to taste Camila's sweet pussy, and she could use her to give her oral sex all day while Arthur was at work. Her only reservation was that if she enjoyed her too much, she wouldn't have enough time to cook and clean for them.

The possibilities also excited Arthur. While his sex life with his Wife had never been better, it was often a lot of effort for him, with the foreplay and all. Sometimes a guy just wanted to bend a slut over, bang her until he came and enjoy a nice clean-up blow job. Camila would be perfect for this.

Arthur went out and purchased thirty bottles of lube; he was planning on having at least one bottle in every room in the house and, in some rooms, several bottles. He figured he could lube up his dick any time he wanted, bend Camila over, and fuck her pussy or ass whenever he pleased. When he arrived home one evening after purchasing a box of lube bottles, Laura asked him what she was planning to do with them. When he told her his plan, much to his displeasure, she vetoed the idea.

She said, "I don't want bottles of lube all over my house. How tacky was that!"

He didn't think it was that big of a deal; after all, Laura had dildos and vibrators all over the house, often in plain view.

Her following sentence surprised him a little.

"At least have the class to put them in decorative bottles, so it's not so obvious what they are."

Arthur grinned, and he did just that.

His plans almost unraveled; before he could turn her into ICE, her bastard landlord beat him to the punch. He really had to scramble to get everything in place to get her out of the detention center before they deported her; he almost didn't make it.

As he was escorting Camila out of the detention center, she realized they still had her gold necklace and wedding ring.

"Please, Mr. Campbell, they still have my wedding ring," she said.

Arthur considered telling her something cruel, like illegals can't own property but decided that if he showed her some compassion, it would pay off in the long run.

"Right; you were in Holding Cell Five, correct."

"Cinco, yes," she shook her head.

Arthur asked for a guard to show him where the confiscated property room was. When Arthur arrived and asked about Camila's Ring, they tried to blow him off; Illegals can't own property was the standard response.

"I have cash; I can pay," Arthur said. While he didn't usually carry cash on him, he was sure to bring two grand with him in case he had to bribe officials. Fortunately, that wasn't necessary, so he had plenty of money.

'Very well," the guard said.

He showed him a bin collected from the people they recently picked up and placed in Cell Five.

"We only keep this stuff a few days before sending it out to be melted down." He said. "We only keep it that long in the rare case a citizen is picked up accidentally without identification, and someone brings us proof they are really a citizen."

The bin was filled with rings, watches, earrings, and gold necklaces. Camila was overwhelmed.

"What does your wedding ring look like?" he asked her.

"It's white gold with a small diamond; it was all Carlos could afford, but it means the world to me," she said.

Arthur helped her sort through the jewelry, but after almost half an hour, the guard was losing his patience.

"Look like it's not here, times up," he said.

Just then, Camila cried, "I found it, this is It," she cried with joy.

The guard grabbed it out of her fingers and looked at the ring.

"How much?" Arthur said.

"Not very impressive; give me five hundred, and you can take it," he said.

"Done." He counted out five one hundred dollar bills and gave them to the guard.

"Here," he tossed it to Arthur.

Arthur caught it before it dropped back into the bin of jewelry and gave it to Camila.

She cried, "Oh, thank you," and immediately put the ring on and hugged him.

"They also have my Mother's gold necklace," she said.

The guard laughed, "Times up, get out."

Camila wasn't happy about losing her Mothers' Necklace, but she had her ring; even if her husband wasn't with her, she felt a connection to him now that she had her ring.

Arthur escorted Camila out of the detention center and back to his car. On the way out, walking past the detention cells, he saw more than one young woman he would be happy to sponsor; maybe he could get another maid or sex slave, he thought.

Back in the car, Camila asked him if he could stop by her apartment; there were some things she wanted to grab before her landlord threw them all out.

"Like what?" he asked; as soon as she said the word clothes, he laughed; "I'll provide you with any clothing you need if that is if I allow you to wear any."

Frowning she said she had some personal items she would like to get as well.

He wasn't happy about delaying his sexual gratification but thought if he could rescue some more of her possessions, she would be further in his debt. It would be a goodwill gesture that might be worth his effort.

"Fine," he said, "but first, I have to get you home; it's not safe for you to be out of the streets. Make me a list when we get home; I'll see what I can do."

Arthur arrived at the address Camila gave him; he agreed to pick up some of her things for her and, if her landlord didn't find it yet, her life savings. As he walked up to the open front door of the house, he could hear banging. He stepped into the living room, and there was a man with a sledgehammer striking a sheetrock wall, putting a hole in it; from the looks of it, half the walls in the room were already demolished.

"Hello?" Arthur said.

The man turned around, "Who are you?" he demanded.

"I'm a friend of Camila's. She asked me to pick up some of her belongings," he said.

"She didn't tell you where she hid the money, did she?" he asked.

"No, not at all, just to pick up some personal items," he replied.

"Well, I haven't got to the bedroom walls yet, but you're welcome to take a look, less trash for me to haul out to the dumpster." He spoke. "But if you find any money, it's mine."

Arthur entered Camila's bedroom the room was a mess. Drawers were emptied onto the floor, along with clothes removed from the closet. He had a list of personal items she wanted. He searched through the mess for over an hour and was only able to locate half the items on the list before the landlord entered the room with his sludge hammer. It would have to be good enough.

"Damn it!" he said, "It has to be here somewhere, but where?" the landlord said.

Arthur wished the landlord luck; on his way out, he walked around to the backyard of the apartment. He selected one black rock on top of a grey stone wall. It was loose. He picked it up, and under it was a small metal box hidden in the wall. He retrieved it, opened it, there was inside was cash, Camila's savings. He took the metal box and replaced the rock. She will be very thankful when he presented her with this tin box. He considered just telling her the landlord already found it, but it wasn't that much money to him and would mean the world to her. He will have to think of a way she can properly thank him, he thought with an evil grin.

When Arthur returned home, he found Camila in bed, on top of his wife in the master bedroom; Camila was giving Laura oral sex, her ass conveniently facing the bottom of the bed, with her head at the headboard. Laura was returning the favor. When he walked into the room, Laura stopped giving Camila oral for a moment.

"You have to taste her pussy; it's delicious," Laura said, facing up from between Camila's legs.

"I will, but first, I want to feel how tight this young slut is," he said.

He wasted no time getting his clothes off and climbed into bed behind her, and slid his dick into her amazingly tight pussy. She was already wet and inviting after Laura's attention. As she slid into Camila, her pussy tightened around his dick. He didn't get more than a few thrusts in until he felt her vagina spasm, and he could feel Camila's pussy squirt all over his balls, to rain down on Laura's face. He could feel and hear Camila say "Oooh" with intense pleasure. That was quick, he thought, and she was a squirter, too.

Camila had never been with another woman before; she was amazed at how good having another woman lick and suck on her clitoris felt. She was so much in the zone that she never heard Mr. Campbell enter the room. When he slid his dick into her, she could feel he was larger than her husband. Despite how big, strong, and muscular he was, he only had a five-inch dick. Mr. Campbell's dick was bigger, how much she couldn't tell, but it felt so good that with the foreplay with his wife, she orgasmed almost immediately. Once she came down from the high, she began thrusting her hips back into the dick, assaulting her.

"Oh god, Fuck me!" she screamed.

"We have quite the firecracker here," Laura said as she toyed with Camila's cunt, while her husband fucked her.

Arthur was in the zone; he knew he should slow down to enjoy the moment, but he was on autopilot. Just as he was Cumming into her pussy, he again felt it spasm, and another long "Ooooh" escaped Camila's lips; again, he could feel his balls getting soaked again with her pussy juices; it soaked Laura's face and hair as well as the bed.

Once he satisfied himself, he pulled out and lay next to the two women.

"Clean me up," he told Camila.

Camila started to get out of bed, but Laura stopped. She looked at her, confused.

"But the towels are in the bath.." she began to say.

Laura guided her head to Arthur's dick, "No towels; use your mouth. Suck him clean."

She got the idea, she began to suck Mr. Campbell's dick with vigor.

When Arthur was satisfied, he stopped her.

"That was amazing, Mr. Campbell," Camila said.

"Master," he said, "for now on, when we are in private, will address me as Master; when we are in public, you can call me Arthur." He said.

'Yes, Master, when can we do this again?" Camila said, this apparent eagerness.

Yes, Arthur thought, this is going to work out great.

Within a few days of moving in, Arthur took Camila to the tattoo parlor for her first tattoo. It was a Celtic tramp stamp with a heart in the center and a keyhole in the center of the heart. Decorative lines were drawn off the center in an upward and downward pattern. It was considerably smaller and less detailed than Laura's tramp stamp, but Arthur reasoned he could always add to it later. He also had her nipples and belly button pierced. He waited on her Clit and tongue piercing; he wanted to enjoy the novelty of his new fuck toy before he was deprived of her use when the latter piercings would need to heal.

Over the next few weeks, Arthur, Charlie, Laura, and Cindy used Camila for their pleasure. Sometimes one on one, others several at a time, she experienced her first double penetration and first lesbian scissoring experience at their hands. While Laura was like a diesel truck, it took a while to get her started and more time to get her up to operating temperature, but when the foreplay groundwork was laid, she could have one orgasm after another. She recalled a record of fifteen orgasms once during a swinger orgy she attended. Camila was like a Japanese crotch rocket; she responded to stimulation very quickly, and she could cum five or six times in less than an hour. Double penetration was a fast favorite of hers; it was like injecting nitro into her engine, she would have long, powerful orgasms in a short amount of time. But any more than that, she was done, like an overheated Jap bike on a hot summer day. It took several hours for her to recover. Arthur found that when he pushed her past this limit, as he pounded her pussy, she would just lie unresponsive and make a sound like a baby seal being clubbed. She would make a pathetic uh, uh, uh sounds as he fucked her.

Laura was a little jealous of Camila, with all the attention she received from Arthur, but he assured her she was just because she was a new toy to play with; once the novelty wore off, he would give Laura the attention she deserved. Camila would be reserved for dessert or an occasional snack. Besides long as Laura and her husband attended swinger clubs and events, she had all the dick she could handle with her looks.

As promised, Arthur located Camila's husband and was able to get five hundred dollars of their saving wired to him so he could get out of the relocation camp and get an apartment in Matamoros. He also arranged to allow her to speak to her husband, but with one stipulation. She had to fuck Arthur's cowgirl style while she was on the phone with her husband. He told her the rules were that you can talk to him as long as you want, but the moment I cum inside you, I'll disconnect the phone. And if you allow my dick to get too soft where it falls out of your pussy, I'll disconnect the call. He took a blue pill to enhance his longevity and told her that whenever he was getting close to Cumming; he would grab her hips to let her know she needed to slow or stop.

And so began the most prolonged continuous fuck with one woman he ever experienced. She mounted him and slowly fucked him, all the while talking in Spanish to her husband. When Arthur was getting close, he put his hands on her hips, and she stopped humping him until he removed his hands. She edged him no less the eight times, bringing him to the brink of orgasm only to deny him the pleasure of release again and again. She also came four times, and each time, she had to cover the phone receiver as she tried to repress her vocal response to her orgasms. It was a massive turn-on as his dick felt her pussy muscles contract and spasm each time. Finally, after one hour and forty-five minutes, Arthur's dick wouldn't be denied; as she had her fourth orgasm, he placed his hands on her hips at the same time, unable to control herself. This time, she could not prevent him from filling her pussy with his cum. As promised, once his dick squirted its last load of cum deep into her pussy, he disconnected her call right in the mid-sentence of her conversation.

She then dismounted him and gave him a cleanup blow job. He expected her to be mad that he disconnected her call mid-sentence, but she felt the opposite; she thanked him repeatedly for allowing her to speak to her husband for long. All future conversations with her husband were conducted the same way, but she never was able to top her first time. Generally, they were thirty to sixty-minute fucks.

Robert's Revenge

Robert acquired a new cruise ship, a relatively new mid-sized cruise ship that could service two thousand passengers. It was only ten years old and would be the latest ship in the Royce Cruise Line fleet. The Circus Cruise Lines seems to think that the ship is now too small to be profitable; the market they were now chasing was that the larger the cruise ships, the bigger the profits.

Robert briefly considered competing against them in the family market with blackmail for mom and dad and marketing junior to pedophiles and child molesters. Still, he couldn't make the math work out. While parents would likely keep quiet in regards to blackmail, he commonly deployed. Their kids were another thing entirely. Even the hint of something improper would have parents screaming for justice, and law enforcement would be quick to pounce with warrants and raids. While he was convinced there was a buck to be made, he saw no practical way to monetize it without significant risk to his operations and, worse, himself.