The captain lit her milky scented candle. She applied the clay between her legs. She massaged the baby oil onto her B-Cup breasts.
"Save us, oh goddess!"
The storm raged outside. Her dildo got to work.
"Olyria! Olyria! Olyria!" she shouted with each thrust.
As the cruise ship was tossed up by a powerful wave, the front end leaving the water entirely, the power went out.
All aboard the ill-fated cruise ship regretted ever coming aboard.
Holly Willis thought she had found her big break. Five years of waitressing had finally paid off. Attending every open mic night, she could make had finally paid off. She had been discovered! It wasn't exactly a record deal, but she was being paid to sing. That was a step in the right direction. Now they were going to sink before she even got to croon a single note.
Nancy Noelle was officially consciously uncoupled. To be blunt: she had been dumped. Her girlfriend had left her with only a note on the pillow. No words. No goodbye fuck. She just up and left. Thus, the heiress had booked this cruise to mend her broken heart. If it didn't end up on the bottom of the sea.
Malcolm 'Mal' Moore was here to relax. Pandemics. Insurrections. Lock downs. Telecommuting. Inflation. It was all too much. His therapist had suggested this little getaway. How could the man have seen this storm coming? So much for relaxing.
Jemma Kiyoko was here at her employer's behalf. Being a personal assistant sucked. Especially when you worked for a billionaire like Nancy Noelle. She may have been beautiful, but she was cold, controlling, and sometimes just plane cruel. No wonder Traci left her. Now Jemma got to drown with her instead.
Luis Bishop was depressed. He had booked this cruise as a romantic getaway with his wife of a year. Then she up and left him. Yesterday. Now here he was sailing alone as not to waste the money. Sailing to his doom as it would seem. Perfect.
Gianna Karver had been trying to enjoy a warm, relaxing bath when the storm struck. She had just put on her third and final show of the night in the lounge and just wanted to let go. Not for the first time she considered hypnotizing herself to make that happen. Nah, it was more fun to use her stage craft on others. Fucking the hell out of a brainwashed toy was the best way to relax. When the ship began to shake, she jumped out and took shelter. Maybe it was a good thing she hadn't put herself under after all.
The captain was on her knees, pleading to the being on her bed.
"I can arrange it. There will be, however, a price."
"Name it."
The ship was slammed by a powerful wave. As it tilted to the right side everything on that side was thrown toward the windows. Jemma had just entered Noelle's room when the slide began. Acting on instinct she grabbed her boss and pulled her against her with one arm and wrapped the other around the headboard of the bolted down bed. The two were locked eye to eye as they struggled to stay upright.
Two beings now sat on the captain's bed. Their hasty negotiations had come to an end.
"Deal."
The threesome that followed quelled the storm.
Luis was not going to die this day. Oh well, back to crippling depression. He had spent the storm hunkered down with several other guests in the main dining room. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to collapse into bed and deflate into a well-deserved sleep. Entering his cabin, he locked the door and turned to flip on the nearby lamp. A blanket was roughly thrown over his head.
"What the fuck?"
He struggled to toss it off to no avail.
"Such a dirty mouth. I'll have to fix that I think."
He stopped. It was a woman's voice. A sensuous one at that. Her accent was Eastern European and felt like honey dripping over him. He found himself calming down a little despite himself.
"Who...who are you?"
"Olyria. Your Goddess, my darling."
"D...darling?"
"Yes, my precious little prisoner."
He started to push the blanket back off.
"Why did you throw this on me?"
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a powerful hug, halting his escape.
"Because your blankets make a very good net."
"Net?"
She gave him a gentle toss. Flailing around on his back, cushioned by his thick blanket, he suddenly knew what a turtle felt like.
The ship settled leaving employer and employee in bed together. Noelle looked up into her assistant's eyes, noticing for the first time just how beautiful they were. Blushing like mad Jemma jumped up and ran back to her room.
Holly downed drink after drink at the lounge bar. Nearly sinking will put you in a drinking mood, she found.
Mal sat in his bed and tried desperately to still his throbbing heart.
Gianna sorted her gear. Doing so always put her in a better frame of mind.
No one could reach the captain in her locked quarters.
Luis trashed in his blanket as he was dragged deeper into his cabin by his kidnapper.
"Let me go!"
"Not till I have my fun."
After a moment the blanket was pulled off him. He started to yell at her but was soon lost in the sight before him.
Her wavy blond hair fell over powerful shadows. Her face was a classical beauty carved by a Renaissance master. Her emerald eyes peered deep into his soul, triggering something deep in his pants. Thicc hips and long succulent legs crossed like an old school countess in her elegant black attire. What caught his eye and refused to let go, as was the case with all women, were her breasts. Massive would not do them justice. DD was too small. No, these were GGG.
She used his distraction expertly. She shoved him back into a waiting chair. Producing the ropes used to keep the curtains tied back she quickly bound his arms and legs to the chair tight enough to prevent escape but loose enough to avoid any discomfort.
"Now Darling, I do believe it is time to play."
Mal sat on his bed. His eyes never left his phone. His therapist had still not answered.
Whenever anyone went by the captain's quarters, they heard moaning. It was so sexual anyone who heard it felt so aroused they had to run to a private place to... settle down.
"P...please," Luis begged, "don't hurt me."
"Hurt? Oh darling, you've got it all wrong."
What she did next shocked him to his core. She leaned in and gave him the gentlest, most sensuous kiss right on the lips.
"I can sense a broken heart from a mile away. I'm here to help you heal."
"By tying me up?"
"As a goddess of Domina I can promise you there is no better way."
"Goddess?"
She grabbed her boobs and juggled them. As she did, they grew and shrank before returning to their already impressive size.
"I am Olyria, the goddess of breast worship."
All Luis could do was gasp.
Women across the ship did the same. Holly was taking the stage for sound check. She had just opened her mouth to sing when the moan erupted forth instead. She felt unseen hands cup her breasts and bounce them up and down. As they did, she felt them grow, straining against her bra.
Jemma lay in her bed, fingering herself. All her thoughts were consumed by the image of her boss. Of Ms. Noelle in her arms again. Under her on the bed. Faces close. Lips close. Her breasts felt funny. She could swear someone had grabbed them. Shaking them. Holy shit! Were they... growing?!
Gianna was cleaning up the bathroom when she felt it. Unseen hands grabbing her breasts and beginning to play the naughtiest games. It was the best thing she had ever felt. She had to know how to create this herself. Especially the growing effect that now seemed to be coming with it.
"First things first, these have to go," Olyria said.
She leaned over, pulled off Luis's shoes and tossed them into the trash.
"Hey! I liked those."
"You'll find nudism a much better way of life. I promise."
"N...nudism?"
"You don't think goddesses wear clothes in their own realm, do you? Why should our slaves?"
"S...slave?"
She slowly, teasingly, unbuttoned his pants.
"Our
love
slaves."
"L...love? Isn't that a bit fast? I mean, we just met?"
"It's never too soon to
make love
, Darling."
"I...I don't know...about that."
"Oh, but
