Clair Conner

Clair Conner Ch.07

Bound for the Cape

We were now in a different hemisphere, and the good old U.S. of A. might just as well have been a world away.

Capetown South Africa was over the horizon and it would be our one stop prior to rounding the Cape and then we would sail past Madagascar, and on through the Indian ocean to Kamarajar India.

Our future looked poor as sex slaves, but maybe it could be worse?

Stanley was the Head Cook on the Gardenia, and that usually meant you were an Officer, but not here.

We had a Chief Stewart, and he is the Officer that the cook reports to.

Whenever they had important meetings Stanley was there, but he would be the only non-officer in the room, so he was always their goffer.

That made him unimpressed with superiors, and a perfect pipeline for ship gossip.

Stanley had a weakness too. He was infatuated with Jane.

Since the public shaming of Jane, we had come together to work towards our escape.

I had learned from Samuel the Purser, that Geegee had received a large package with the supply cargo that came aboard in Brazil.

The bill of lading showed that it came from a sex toy company, and one item on it was over $2000 American.

I had a good idea what that would be.

Jane did her part in the intelligence gathering, since she got to see Stanley twice a day.

"They might sell us to some Arab guy," Jane reported, the first time we had a private talk.

"We would not be purchased for some Sheik or Prince, but only to be part of a harem kept for their guards and palace soldiers." "So they are still negotiating the price," she finished.

The devil that had us now, was at least known. The Devil that lay ahead, was truly daunting!

Jean Paul finally had the last piece in the puzzle.

"She has a fucking machine!" he spewed with excitement.

"She wants it cleaned and maintained according to the owner's manual, so she gave me a copy of it," he proclaimed.

We looked through it carefully, and I noted the upgrades that Geegee had required.

Her equipment included a double thruster, and both had a lubricating system, with one able to spew a warm cream!

The vibrator was also heavy duty and adjustable.

Step one would be the master key that only the Captain and First Mate held. The best time to lift it when they wouldn't notice, would be when they have one of us to play with.

I was the most adept at lifting things from customers, but Geegee was always there and she watched me like a hawk.

Amanda thought she could get it, cause Geegee didn't like her much, claiming she was too slow. The Captain liked her fine, and probably didn't mind kicking Geegee out of his bed for some private fun every now and then.

The night we got to the Port outside of Capetown, Amanda was the guest of the Captain for the evening.

I settled in for a pleasant evening with Samuel, which I knew would last one hour, then he would leave me with the cum stained sheets.

About 2 o'clock my door was thrust open, since the women's cabins have no locks, and Stanley came in.

"Sorry Clair, but I was ordered to take you to the Captain," he proclaimed.

"Isn't Amanda with him now," I said checking the time, "she should be done by now." "I can't imagine that old fart needs more!" I responded, with annoyance.

"The order came by email Clair, weird, but hey, who am I?" he said with even more annoyance than I showed. "I'm just the fucking cook!" he jeered.

We headed up to the Officers births and Stanley knocked on the Captain's Stateroom.

Amanda answered the door looking flustered, but in control.

"Oh Clair, the Captain just had to have you do that thing you do for him," she fairly shouted as she pulled me into the room.

"Go get started while I give Stanley a little snuggle, Clair."

She stepped into the gangway, and shut the door between us.

I was still standing there, baffled, when she re-entered, while doing a kissy face and smile for her special friend.

"I had to make sure he didn't feel required to hand you off to the Captain, cause he's dead!" she fairly shrieked, with her eyes, but she kept the volume to a much lower level.

"What did you do," I asked, not really caring for the bastard, but I still needed to assess the situation, and how it would change our plans.

"Well it was a heart attack I think," she said as we headed for the bedroom.

"It took me ten minutes to get out from under him," she said, crying a bit.

"Then I decided I needed you to figure out what to do, so I sent an order using the Captain's command software, but that would send a copy to Mr. Jones, so I couldn't just send it to Clair and the message couldn't have any details."

Amanda was nearly spent emotionally. I had three guys nearly die in the four years I had been hooking. I just rolled them off, took their money, and left. Two of them survived, but one left in a body bag. It never caught up to me, so I got over it.

I went to the Captains desk and found a magic marker.

On his chest I wrote, "S.S. Gardenia Help Sex Traffick" and "Jane Cora Rigby".

Then I found his plasticized Captain's License, curled it, and with difficulty, I forced it into Karl's anus. I pushed it in and wiggled it to get it to uncurl, and stay put.

"We have to get him to the viewing platform and throw him overboard," I demanded to Ashley.

"When they get his body, they will have to check out the ship, and that will give us a chance," I explained.

I checked the closet and found a golf bag with a wheeled carrier. I separated the carrier and we rolled the Captain from the bed to the carrier, with his ass sitting on the bottom, I tried to fasten the strap but he was three times the size of the golf bag.

I used the gold sash from his beloved bathrobe to fasten him to the carrier, and we started moving him down the hall. His legs dragged behind while we each pulled and dragged him to the heavy bulkhead door.

With the door open we still had to detach him from the cart and pull his lard ass over the door frame and out to the narrow deck.

Finally we could close the door.

There was a section of rail that could be pulled out temporarily, so we didn't have far to lift him to finish the job.

There was no ceremony for this sailor's end, but I hoped his body would be our 'note in a bottle'.

We watched him hit the water and get pulled down to the propellers, and that's the last we saw of that asshole!

Now for act two.

Geegee's cabin was down the hall.

We used the Captain's executive key to gain access to Geegee's room.

I was not surprised to find her with her new friend. She had used Ashley's night with the Captain as an excuse to try out her new toy.

Geegee was stuck in mid orgasm, as she pulled away from her perch on the fucking machine, but we were on her fast. Her room was much smaller than the Captain's and we only had to move 6 ft. to wrestle her to the ground.

We brought a few helpful items from the Captains sex cabinet, like a ball gag, cuffs, straps and duct tape.

The ball gag probably already had Geegee's teeth pattern pressed into the ball.

It took all of our strength to force her back onto the sex machine. It had its own straps and buckles and they were not flimsy decorations.

The thick straps would hold Clive if they had to, but this weasel was going to need extra.

As soon as the basic straps were in place, I turned the machine back on.

I carefully positioned the two dildos for penetration, but then Amanda came over with a package she had just opened.

It was a Clive cock!

The business end was a foot long and 3 inches at the head.

I left the smaller one to do the butt, but she deserved the best on the pussy side.

Lubing her vagina thoroughly, she continued to struggle.

She did not rip, and I'm not sure I cared as I checked to see how deep we could go.

I pressed my weight behind it before setting the bottom limit, then brought it back only 5 inches, leaving 5 inches still entombed.

With that much of the monster still buried, she couldn't wiggle her way out of it.

We set the machine on slow to start, and continued to add restraining straps and duct tape, to guarantee a thorough and uninterrupted ride.

We refilled the lube reservoir and the cream for the inside squirt feature.

She was already locked in an orgasm when I pushed the vibrator in place and turned it on high.

She almost shook the entire contraption apart.

We pushed the entire setup against the wall and used more straps to secure it in place.

Just before leaving we went to the control panel and decided on the most fulfilling program for our little Princess.

With no pity we picked a loop to make it endless, and full speed as the one setting.

As we locked the door, using the Captain's security code, which only Mr. Jones could override, I wondered how long the lube would last.

We both went to Amanda's Cabin and made sure our stories were straight.

The less that Ashley and Jane knew, the better.

The day started like normal.

I was so nervous that I was up at 4:30 so I made a coffee, and thought about the various outcomes that we might expect.

Andy and Glenn were my early boys, so I got in the shower a few minutes early, knowing that they would just walk right in, and it would be first come first cum!

"Not feeling it today, Clair?" Andy asked after our fun time.

"Oh, I'll be fine, thanks for caring Andy," I responded with a smile for my favorites.

As we were heading for breakfast, having each satisfied 6 sailors that morning, we heard the chime, and Mr. Jones baritone came over the public address system.

"Captain to the Bridge please, to the Bridge, Captain."

The clock was on.

We would normally do the Officers after breakfast, but today Stanley came through the Dining Hall, and stopped to talk to Jane.

"We can't find the Captain," he said in a hushed voice. "He didn't relieve the Officer on Duty at 7 sharp, and he has never failed to do that, so a Steward went to his cabin, but the door is secured." "Mr. Jones had to be summoned."

Stanley looked over at me and back to Amanda as his brain clicked into gear.

"What did you two do?" he uttered through clenched teeth.

"He was acting strange," I said.

"We went a little farther than usual last night, I suppose," Amanda whispered. "He wanted Clair to use the strap on cock in his ass, while he ate me out, and I sucked his dick," she detailed, just as we had discussed.

"When he sent us away he was okay," I concluded.

The p.a. System again chimed and Mr. Jones came on.

"Mr. Stevens to the Bridge, to the Bridge Stanley."

Stanley's brow furrowed and he thought about what to do.

"I'm thinking that they went through the orders from last night and found the one the Captain sent me," he pondered.

"You two are coming with me," he indicated Amanda and me.

The three of us went to the stairwell that led to the Bridge.

We knew that we would be questioned, and I hoped that we could stay consistent, and believable, but what else could we do.

Mr. Jones was in the Captain's chair, but he rose and came to us as we entered the window lined command center.

Another Stewart ran into the room as we got there and Mr. Jones decided to hear him out, prior to asking Stanley about his orders from last night.

"Sorry Mr. Jones but Geegee won't answer her door Sir." "I can hear noises inside Sir, like maybe she has company, but I slammed on that door Mr. Jones, and no one answered," the poor Steward was outside of his comfort zone.

Mr. Jones motioned to Mel, who was standing by listening.

"Take my master key and find out what's going on there Mel, If the Captain is there call me right away, if not bring the little Bitch here!" he commanded with rage.

"Now, Mr. Stevens, tell me exactly what you did last night." Johan hissed as he turned to the Cook.

"Well, I heard a command alert that I had orders, and I'm sure you read them, so I got Clair and took her up there and handed her over to the Captain." he unabashedly lied!

My heart soared as I realized that we might get away with this.

"Amanda said he was acting strange though," he concluded as he turned to her.

Amanda repeated our story, which basically suggested that the Captain went a bit loopy, from being oversexed!

Mr. Jones put his phone to his ears and nodded as he received more grim news.

Putting his phone aside he turned to me.

"Are you the Mastermind behind this?" he demanded.

I figured they found Geegee, and she was probably in very bad shape.

"What," I asked, keeping my best poker face.

"She's dead, Clair." "Geegee is dead," he announced, like it was a tragedy.

"Mel said some nonsense about her being fucked to death, but he was very clear, Dead!" he sputtered while his nostrils flared and spittle flew from his angry maw.

"What about the Captain," I said, "was he with her," I asked as if he might be.

Mr. Jones shook his head negative.

"I heard they weren't getting along," Amanda suggested.

"Maybe it was an accident," I proposed.

Mel returned to the Bridge, and had a private conversation with Mr. Jones.

"So you claim that you left the Captains quarters around 3 oclock, and he was acting strange, but very alive," Mr. Jones summed it all up.

On the way back to our duties, I smiled when the p.a. was again used.

"Attention all crew, this is Mr. Jones."

"We are unable to locate the Captain."

"Anyone that has seen him or Geegee since 2100 hours last night, must report to the Bridge, or contact your supervising Officer."

"Until we locate the Captain, I will be in command, thank you."

I had not really planned on killing Geegee, I expected her to be bad enough to need emergency transportation for medical help. I suppose the Clive cock was going a bit too far.

It probably ran out of lubrication in 20 minutes, yet it ran for about 8 hours!

So sad, but no time to cry just now.

I hoped that we would be boarded by officials for the investigation, but they would either stow us in a deep hold, far away from the prying eyes of the Police, or not report the death at all.

They chose the later, so we were off to round the Cape.

Geegee was on ice, and the plan was to weigh her down, and dump her in the Indian Ocean.

We only heard, cause a section of the freezer was out of bounds for everyone except for Stanley.

We were under strict orders to keep quiet in regards to where Geegee or the Captain were.

I still had hopes that the Captain's corpse would be found and someone would investigate, but if we were outside of South Africa's waters, we might not be saved from a life of being a sex slave in some soldier's barracks.

Maybe the treatment would be better, maybe worse, but I thought the chance for escape was far more remote.

As we sailed up the Wild Coast, I had a night with the acting Captain.

He had not moved into the Captains cabin yet, although it seemed impossible for Karl to be alive, unless he went to a spot where he could jump and avoid the prop, it was unthinkable for him to do such a thing.

But Mariners are a superstitious lot, and Mr. Jones would wait until he would most certainly be appointed with his Captaincy by the ship's owners.

He rode me like a stallion that night, though not in a hurtful way. He was just more powerful, more irresistible for anyone.

He took me every way there was, spending more time than ever with his fat tongue in my dripping pussy.

I allowed myself to enjoy the sex as much as I could, but our time was fast running out.

Every nautical mile sent us further from a possible rescue.

Four days later, we were well along the coast of Madagascar, far beyond the grasp of the South African Government, and that fading hope was completely dependent upon the discovery of a body at sea!

As we passed the big Island, we headed more Easterly, to avoid the coast of Somalia, and the Pirating that ships of this size were not immune to.

I shared lunch with one of the Cargo Handlers Tim and his buddy Paul, who worked in the Engine Room.

Paul noted that we were much more to the Northwest of the proper shipping lanes, and he was concerned with entering dangerous waters.

Tim mentioned that his people were servicing a side offloading port, which they only used for smaller cargo, at anchor, never at a Port.

I had a fear in the pit of my stomach, that the cargo would be us.

Two days later, a chime was heard throughout the ship, and the four of us were rounded up and paraded to the Bridge.

Acting Captain Jones informed us that we would be taken from the ship, we had been acquired by a Somali Brigade Commander, for far less than they paid for us. All of us had our wrists bound with heavy zip ties.

We were not offered the chance to gather anything, we were just cattle, to be traded for cash.

The chance for escape here was remote. Some of these people were well versed in human trafficking.

"Sir, there is an American War Ship, the Frigate Juniper, that just came on the radar," a seated crewman reported.

"Mr. Jones, there is a message being broadcast on the emergency channel, from the Juniper.

"They are demanding that we prepare to be boarded Sir!" "Do you have a response sir," he hurriedly informed his Commander.

Mr. Jones jumped into action.

"Tell them that they have no authority to board, we are in International Waters, and legally registered in Taipei." "Tell them No!." he commanded, and turned to his Chief of Operations.

"Chief Reynolds, will you escort our ladies to the forward mechanics room, and lock them in until we have sorted out these interlopers.

"Sir, our offloading vessel has turned back toward harbor," the Radar man shouted.

"Good," I heard him say, as we were propelled to the inside passageway to the fore deck.

The hallway had a half dozen crewmen, so I decided that they all should know that we had been sold to the Somali's.

I was not shocked when no one was outraged, I was a hooker after all, I didn't see a lot of the good side of people.

We were held in the locker for hours.

After a brief search we found a screwdriver, and used it to break the zip tie on Amanda's wrists.

She quickly had us all freed of our bonds.

Then we tried banging on pipes, and yelling until we were horse, and deaf.

When they came for us, we were exhausted from our efforts to be discovered.

Lieutenant Taylor was the first man we saw.

After determining that we did not need emergency care, he radioed his Commander that he had us, and the entire vessel was taken under the control of the American Forces that were tasked with watching for Piracy in this area.

Hours later we were all debriefed by the Chief of the Boat on the Juniper.

South African Officials had recovered the body of the Captain, but it took two days for the Pathologist to examine the body, and discover the Identity Card in his ass.

He handed the case to the Police, and after a brief internet search, they found the missing person report for Jane Cora Rigby.

It took two more days for the National Security Force to contact the FBI.

The ship itself broadcasts a signal that can be tracked by anyone, so the ship was located, and the interception took place, when the vessel neared an American Asset.

We were soon headed home.