Author's note: This is a work of fiction which features themes of reluctant/non-consensual sex. All characters are over age eighteen. Thank you for reading!
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"Oh, almost forgot bag. Bye bye, bitch!"
Kateryna reached desperately as Yaroslav tossed her bag over the stern of the Minotaur. She needn't have bothered. The ape's lazy throw had never been intended to reach her on the dock. Instead, the girl watched as the colorful bag slapped against the churning water. The Mediterranean was always so beautiful in the photos. It was always so dirty in port.
Yaroslav disappeared from view. The squat man who had once eyed her so lasciviously now dismissed her like he had the bag. Nor did any of Kat's friends come to the rail. Even Yulia, with whom she felt close, didn't dare come to wave goodbye. Gradually, the sleek yacht steamed toward the channel, and the open water beyond. Only Denys and she remained behind, and he was angrily hustling away.
She had made so many poor decisions that day.
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"I'm tired of this shit, Phytos, I told you!" Impulsively, the dirty blonde stood up and stormed away from the circle of loungers and cushions that made up the aft upper-deck. Her benefactor stared at her, his thoughts hidden. The other guests turned suddenly quiet.
Kateryna tugged on the impossibly short bikini cover she wore, and leaned on the rail. The city of Antalya had been their port for two days but already Kat was bored with it. She was bored with Phytos, and bored with her confining life on the Minotaur. She flicked her gaze quickly back at him. He wasn't really an awful person. So long as she played her part, and more often than not gave him what he wanted, things were fine.
Today, she just couldn't deal with it. There were visitors on the yacht that day, business 'colleagues' of Phytos. The wealthy Cypriot, as he often did, took the opportunity to mark her as his. His hands on her body, coupled with the frequent lewd remarks he directed her way, amused his visitors but frayed her nerves. To make it worse, the beautiful ship's boy Denys was looking particularly fine. She just wanted the touch of someone even close to her age.
She found him stocking the main bar. It was a stroke of luck. The little bar on the upper deck would offer them no privacy at all, but the main bar held promise. Approaching with exaggerated sensuality she slipped her hands under his immaculate sport shirt. His abs were hard, but as smooth as she had imagined. "Mmmm Denys," she whispered. "You've been ignoring me today."
The young man started, turning to her. "Kat, I-." He didn't finish. Instead, Kateryna kissed him sweetly and eagerly, her tongue briefly exploring his mouth before retreating. "I... he'll be looking for me. For you."
"Oooh, I don't care about Phytos," Kat said softly. Again her mouth teased his neck. Her hands slipped under his shirt, exploring his smooth chest. "He's soooo old," she giggled. "You have what I want, though." Her hand brushed his stirring organ.
Denys glanced about anxiously. Kateryna had steered him against one of the ice chests, a spot relatively hidden from view. Still, if any of the guests came looking for a drink they could be found out. "Kat, I don't know..."
"I do," she said, with just a touch of irritation. Why was everyone so afraid of Phytos? Kat had flirted with Denys plenty, enough to know the attraction was mutual. More than once she caught him eyeing her ripe body as she swam, or tanned topless on the foredeck. "And
he
knows, too." The firm squeeze she gave his cock left no doubts about what 'he' referred to.
Again, the youth cast about nervously, but this time seemed to reach some decision. "Here," he mumbled, leading her from the bar to the adjacent passageway. With only a moment's fumbling, a key from his pocket opened an unoccupied guest room. They slipped inside.
Triumphant, Kateryna spun to press herself against the wall. As Denys watched transfixed, she gripped the hem of the flimsy bikini cover and wriggled it over her head. Streaked blonde hair first was lifted, then spilled free across her shoulders and neck. "You like?" The Ukrainian girl already knew the answer. There was no lack of confidence in the way that Kateryna ran her hands over her lean, tight body. Only the tiny black bikini protected her modesty.
In a flash the dark haired youth tugged off his shirt. He was as perfect as Kat had imagined, smooth, lightly muscled, and tanned. His dark locks nearly covered brooding eyes. An afternoon spent together would be just what she needed to take her mind off of Phytos and the others. She approached him, tracing her fingers slowly down his shoulders, chest, and abs.
"Mmmm," she said. "Let's see if the rest of you is as hard." Sitting on the edge of the room's modest double bed she first unbuckled then pulled down Denys's shorts and briefs. His cock sprung free.
"Mmmm," she repeated, hiding just the faintest touch of disappointment. Her young lover's organ was smooth and eager, everything she had hoped for except perhaps its girth. Never mind, she thought, quickly banishing any disappointment. The pure beauty of the young man wielding it would more than make up for any minor failings. She slipped her lips over his shaft.
Denys groaned, beyond ready for the sensation of Kateryna's soft mouth on his cock. As he watched, the girl quickly took more than half of his length past her lips. Withdrawing, she flicked her little tongue back and forth across him, from the base to the very tip. Again she took him deep, keeping her dark eyes fixed on him.
Kateryna smiled inwardly. The ship's boy was turning out to be an easy and appreciative recipient of her attention. She took his cock deep with ease before popping it free. Next she made a show of playing with the strings of saliva that connected her lips to his shaft before quickly swallowing it again. The youth arched his head back and moaned aloud. How long had it been since he'd been with a woman? They had been visiting various ports for months. To Kat's knowledge, the crew had yet to be given more than a few hours ashore to run errands and pick up supplies.
"Oh, Kateryna," he moaned, running his fingers through her hair. His cock jerked in her mouth. If she wasn't careful he would cum before she got what she needed. She pulled back.
Biting her lip suggestively, Kateryna unhooked then let drop the flimsy bikini top. Denys, eyes wide, drank in the sight. Even coming as she did from a country known for the beauty of its young women, Kateryna stood out. Her tummy was tight, giving just a hint of her firm abs, but her breasts were the real story. Full, and almost impossibly buoyant, they were the envy of every girl on the ship. Denys had glimpsed them before as Kat and Yulia sunned on the foredeck, but now they were his to explore and enjoy.
The youth wasted no time, swiftly kicking away his shoes and shorts. Impatiently he guided Kateryna back on the bed and in no time was licking and sucking her nipples. She let out a small gasp of delight.
"Ooooh, Denys," she moaned. "I've waited so long for this. Each time he touches me I dream of you." It was only a small exaggeration. Sometimes one of the deck hands or the captain himself would feature in her fantasies, but without question Denys was the finest looking. She ran her fingers through his dark curls while he explored her offered body. He was like a child in some ways, eagerly opening a gift on his birthday. His achingly hard cock brushed against her thighs. She wriggled against it, eager for release.
