"If you wish to claim the woman as your own, Lieutenant," the captain spoke casually as he took another bite of his dinner, "you know that you must make a display."
"And if YOU don't display her," Commander Blake piped up from across the table, "then I certainly will!"
Lieutenant James knew that he meant it.
Blake had had his eye on Mary from the day the ship had departed England for the New World. Of course, the commander's display would be a sham; he no more cared for Mary than he did for a dog. James truly loved her and wanted her for his own.
So it had come to this -- James trying to convince the captain during the officers' dinner that a time-honored tradition should be broken on his behalf.
"Sir," James addressed the captain carefully. "Must this custom endure? It's so vulgar, so ... primitive--"
"A primitive practice for primitive men," the captain agreed. "You know this crew is full of the low-minded. You must make a public display to stake your claim. It's the only thing these men understand."
"But, Sir," James persisted. "Couldn't I just announce to the crew that this particular woman is mine, that she is off limits to anyone else--"
"You know very well that your claim must be demonstrated," the captain's voice was firm. "The two of you must display your bond in no uncertain terms."
"But, Captain," James was insistent yet again. "Unlike most of the other women convicts on this ship, she's not a whore. She was arrested for petty theft. This public ... ritual will be an absolute nightmare for her."
"No matter. She's a convict -- beneath your class -- so she's available to anyone aboard this ship. Unless you make a display."
When James went to speak again, the captain held up a hand, effectively silencing him.
"If you want this woman to yourself, Lieutenant James, you must make the display on the morrow," the captain spoke in no uncertain terms. "I'm assuming that she has already been deflowered. If not, I suggest you do so tonight. Her display of pleasure must be convincing. Remember, Lieutenant, you are to assert dominance over her, and she is to demonstrate submission to you, in the form of her unquestionable pleasure. And the crew must witness it AND believe it."
James's face fell as he silently pondered what lay ahead of him and Mary.
Commander Blake grinned across the table at Lieutenant James, relishing the other man's anticipated humiliation as well as his knowledge that he had no choice in this matter. If James wanted Mary, he had to fuck her publicly. If not, Blake was going to do it, without question.
Promiscuity was rampant on the voyages that transported convicts to penal colonies. The hold was filled with women who had been arrested for prostitution, and every one of them was used every night -- most more than willingly -- by the officers and the crew.
Blake was notorious among the officers for going through what the hold had to offer, and he had been frustrated by the fact that James had immediately nabbed the prettiest of them all. And to add insult to injury, James had kept the beauty to himself, inside his cabin, and then had been ridiculous enough to fall in love with her.
That's when Blake brought the situation to the captain's attention, insisting that the ritual of the display be carried out if James was to keep Mary for his own. He knew James would be horrified by the revolting voyeurism, so he reveled in the lieutenant's frustration that he either submit to this excruciating custom or hand over his prize to the commander.
And Blake would have no qualms about giving it to Mary on deck, in full view of the crew. So James was going to be forced to do it instead.
* * *
The next day, the crew was assembled on deck, gathered around a wooden platform at the base of the ship's main mast. It was just high enough so that everyone gathered round could get an unimpeded view of what was happening on the platform.
There was a sense of general merriment in the crowd that suddenly swelled as Lieutenant James emerged from his cabin. The coarse, uncouth crewmen grew more boisterous as the lieutenant, with his head held high, began to make his way through the crowd, leading a beautiful blonde woman by the wrist. When he reached the stairs to the platform, he pulled the shapely woman to him and lifted her at the waist, sweeping her off her feet and tossing her onto his shoulder.
The crowd shouted their approval of James's domineering treatment of the woman, who resisted the lieutenant all the way to the top of the stairs. She tugged at his grip around her waist, wriggling in his hold and clawing at the back of his uniform. He ignored her protests, frowning in concentration as he made their way up the stairs to the platform.
At the top of the platform, he roughly set her back on her feet. She instantly tried to pull away from him. He grabbed her by her waist and slammed her up against his front, immediately taking her into a forceful kiss. As she made feeble attempts to push him away, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her, immobilizing her as he continued kissing her passionately. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, effectively bending her body back as his mouth completely covered hers.
This went on for a few moments as the crowd whooped and cat called. When the kiss finally ended, the crew could see James murmur something in the woman's ear before he pulled away and released her to stand upright again.
When she stepped back from him, the lieutenant reached for the front of her dress and began roughly handling the lacing of her bodice. With several aggressive tugs and pulls, James unlaced it. Then with a jerk, he tore it open. With another swift motion, he ripped the dress off the woman's shoulders and down to her waist, effectively stripping her upper body.
In another quick motion he turned her to face away from him, forcing her arms behind her back. With her elbows pulled behind her, her back was arched and her breasts were thrust forward, as if they were an offering to the crew.
There were shouts of approval as the men on deck now got their first good look at the woman's fully exposed breasts.
They were simply the fullest set that the men had ever seen.
They all knew there wasn't a whore on the ship whose tits could even come close to competing with this gorgeous wench's.
And with the way she had been spun around to face the crowd, her breasts were in motion -- tantalizingly swaying back and forth across her chest.
Standing with her bare breasts in full view, the woman tightly closed her eyes in anguished shame as every man on deck stared at her ample, beautifully rounded, luscious tits. Her boobs were extremely large and heavy, but their exceptional firmness held them high and proud on her body.
Besides their impressive heft, their other most noticeable feature was their large nipples. Each breast curved forward to a prominent tip, each of which was fully covered by a very large, soft pink nipple.
"She's got cow tits!" one of the men shouted. "I want to milk her!"
There was a raucous round of laughter, and other men began to chime in.
"Suck those milk tits, Lieutenant!"
"Make your claim on those massive titties!"
