Chapter 4

She got up on her hands and knees. She moved with careful movements not to disturb that filthy thing lying buried in her flesh. She gave it one exploring touch with her fingertips and felt something metal nestled between her butt cheeks. The rest of the thing remained embedded in her body.

She turned around, but when she tried to sit down, the thing gave her a hard jab deep inside her being. She squealed and jumped up, but she couldn’t move very fast with that thing inside her.

Very slowly and carefully, she lowered herself down on the bed. When she lowered her weight on her ass, the object impaled her deeper than she thought she could stand. It aroused such foreign sensations in her, she couldn’t muddle through them. That thing, whatever it was, kept her in a state of intoxicated delirium. Her body swayed and wavered on the brink of desire and explosive insanity.

He observed her from across the room. When she settled herself down, he barked out, “Move back. Put your feet on the edge of the bed.”

She slid back and went through the whole process of settling herself all over again. At last, she got into a position that seemed to satisfy him, with her feet next to her hips and her knees propped up. “Lean back and spread your legs for me.”

She planted her hands on the quilt behind her and let her knees fall apart. Now, for the first time, her mind and body worked together to obey his every order. That thing inside her worked its magic. It obliterated every shred of resistance. It made her willing and pliable to his whims.

“Touch yourself. I want to see you bring yourself to orgasm.”

Her hand found its way between her legs. She glided two fingers along either side of her clitoris and down to the saturated hole between her curtains. She kept her eyes locked on his face. His eyes burned in their sockets with something close to hatred.

Her mouth fell open, and her nostrils flared. She slid her fingers faster up and down on either side of her clitoris, but never touched it. Then she dropped one finger into her molten cunt. She tapped the engorged G spot just inside the entrance and came out again. She explored farther down and touched again the metal button wedged between her butt cheeks.

He started talking to her from across the room. “Do you like that plug in your ass, baby? Does that turn you on?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me what you’re feeling. Play with yourself and tell me how if feels.”

She stroked her fingers into her pussy and spread the juice around her clitoris. She rocked back and forth on the plug and drove it deeper into her rotten flesh. “It feels so good. God, I’m so dirty. I want it. Make me cum for you. Oh, please.”

“That’s my girl. Let me hear you beg me to fuck you, you dirty little girl. Do you want my cock in your ass?”

She beat around her clitoris faster. Then she poked two fingers into her cunt and rubbed her G spot. Waves of passion lifted her out of her body to the rare heights of pleasure. “Oh, yes, it feels so good. Oh, it’s so hard. Oh, I can’t stand it. Yes, oh, yes. Oh, please. I need it so bad. Let me cum right now.”

In an instant, he swept across the room. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She sat down on the plug again and groaned out loud, but he didn’t care.

With a flick of his wrist, he freed the thick rod from its confines and let his pants drop to his knees. He plowed his naked manhood through her raging slit to cover it with her steaming juices. He grated it over her clitoris and brought a broken cry to her lips. Then he tilted his hips and wedged it into her opening.

Her head lolled back. The uncomfortable tightness in her ass grew unbearable. When he pushed his rigid cock into her pussy, she teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. Her head weighed a ton. She couldn’t hold it up. She moaned in agony.

He gripped her hips in two powerful meathooks and yanked her against himself while his weapon struck deep into her glowing furnace. His face twisted in a mask of horrible determination. His eyes flashed ice blue at her, and he set to work with pounding strokes. His piston touched her sensitive cervix. Its lower ridge bumped over the plug’s undulating surface. Oh, she couldn’t stand the intensity of its intrusion.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. She stared around the room in wild desperation, but she couldn’t escape his controlling hands. He guided her back and forth against his insistent rhythm. She rocked back and forth on that plug driven to the hilt in her back door.

How could she survive this? The pain drove her insane, but all mixed up with the pain and confusion dwelt the tiniest seed of an orgasm so big it obliterated her entire being. She inhaled it from far away. He watered it with his dripping spout. He forked it alive with sharp strokes. He raised it up, out of the black depths, to crack her apart as never before.

Her mouth fell open in wordless moans. She fought to hold herself together, but that orgasm was too big and too strong for her. It drank its power from him. He nourished it into existence, and he wouldn’t let her go until it took over her mind and spirit.

He pumped her full of his hot meat. He pried her tissues apart to make room for his massive cock. He tickled the itchy places deep inside her until she couldn’t bear it any longer.

She thrashed against his grip, but he tightened his hands around her hips in a death hold. He slammed his pelvis against her ass and drove the plug deeper. His balls touched it on every swing. His pubic bone banged her clitoris, and all these sensations married together in a maelstrom of power and ecstasy.

“It hurts, doesn’t it, baby? Does your ass hurt?”

“Oh, it’s so tight. I can’t stand it. Oh, fuck me. Oh, yeah. Yeah, I need it. Oh, my God. My ass! Oh, God, my ass is so tight.”

“Take that, baby. Take that hard cock. Can you feel that? Is that hard enough for you? I’m gonna fuck you, you bad girl. Your pussy is so sweet. Oh, fuck, that pussy is so tight and wet. Yeah, you like it in the ass, don’t you, baby? Make it hurt like you want it. I’m gonna make it hurt. I want to hear you scream for my cock. Scream how you want it in the ass.”

She screamed. She never wanted to do anything but obey him. “Oh, yes! Oh, God, it’s so good. Oh, my ass! It’s so tight and hard. Oh, that cock is so hard. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me.”

He succumbed to vicious grunting. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.”

She couldn’t focus her eyes on his face anymore. She couldn’t see anything but that rising behemoth insider her. It shoved her pain out of the way and dominated her whole awareness with colossal orgasmic pleasure.

She gave herself over to manic rocking. She hurled her own weight down on that plug as hard as she could. She had to drive it deeper into herself. Every stroke of his cock went into her ass. It burnished every cell of her body to bright glowing gold.

All of a sudden, her inner muscles spasmed in rippling waves of energy coursing through her. She screamed and cried to heaven. The rising torrent of power exploded out from her lower depths to consume her being in crashing breakers of rapture and bliss. She tossed to and fro under his hands, and endless surges of cosmic potion bathed his driving piston.

He plunged into her depths, but his dirty words got lost in his bellowing moans of completion. He pumped her channel full of his boiling hot lava and collapsed on top of her in sweaty sighs.

She lay back in a swoon drugged by perfumed smoke rising from his magnificent skin. She allowed her arms to circle his neck and cradle his head on her shoulder, but the next minute, he tore himself free from her arms. He pushed himself to his feet and pulled up his pants.

Before she could completely recover, he grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her to her feet. Her legs buckled under her. He had to hold her up to stop her collapsing. The plug in her ass robbed her of all her ability to think. She couldn’t control her movements or even her thoughts.

When he finally succeeded in getting her on her feet, he picked up her clothes and started dressing her. She stood still in a delirious haze. She couldn’t understand what he was doing. He held her panties open and bent over to her feet with them. “What are you doing to me?”

“Step in.” She stepped into her panties, and he slid them up around her ass with the plug still buried inside her. “Do you have any responsibilities tonight?”

“No, sir. The staff sometimes gets together in the evenings when we don’t have any guest events, but other than that, I have the evening to myself.”

“Good.” He zipped up her skirt and held her shirt for her to put her arms through the sleeves. “You can go about your usual routine. You come back to me when you’re ready to go to sleep tonight.”

“Sir?”

His eyes darted to her face. “Is there a problem, Veronica?”

“Sir, I....”

He stared at her. Her face flushed. She couldn’t form the words.

He dropped his voice to a husky murmur. “Does it hurt, baby?”

She gazed up into his bright eyes. “No, sir, it just....”

“Does it turn you on, baby? Do you feel me inside you?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

He lifted one of her hands to his lips. That was the closest he would ever come to kissing her. “That’s good. Leave it there. I want to find it there when I call you. Do you understand me? Don’t take it out under any circumstances.”

“Sir....Can I....May I.....can I....?”

“No, you may not. Don’t you dare. Leave it there, and you can tell me if you had any spontaneous orgasms from sitting on it at the dinner table. Under no circumstances are you to play with yourself or get yourself off. That is my express order, and I won’t be so lenient with you next time I have to punish you.”

She looked down at the floor. “Yes, sir.”

“I’ll see you later, Veronica. You’re a very good maitre d’, and I’m very happy with the woman you procured for my pleasure on this cruise.”

Her head shot up. Her head spun in confusion. How could she go all night with that plug in her ass? She couldn’t function around the rest of the staff.

He guided her to the door, and with another casual, “I’ll see you later tonight,” he shoved her out and closed the door in her face.

She stared at the door. Then she stared at the bodyguard. He stood in the same place with the same dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. He must have heard every sound coming out of that room. Did it turn him on? Did he have any idea she still carried that plug insider her? How was she supposed to walk around with that thing?

She took the first tentative steps down the companionway. She had to stop more than once to get her head together. She stopped again outside the main salon and listened. She heard the chef, the bartender, the steward, and the maid all talking in the galley. She almost always joined them in the staff lounge in the evenings. She couldn’t do that tonight if her life depended on it. She wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation.

At that moment, the steward came out and almost collided with her. “Oh, there you are, Ronnie. I’ve been looking for you.”

She passed her hand over her forehead. Was she as hot in the face as she felt? “What can I do for you, Tim? Is everything in order?”

“Everything’s fine, but Prince Said hasn’t ordered dinner yet.”

“I’m sure he’ll do it when he’s ready.”

“I just wanted to ask you about the flowers for the party Saturday night. Do you want to have them sent out from Makassar? We’ll be closer to Indonesia, and the prices are cheaper. What do you want to do?”

Veronica looked around. She couldn’t think about anything but that thing stuck in her ass. “Um, I’m sorry, Tim. Can we talk about this tomorrow morning? I don’t feel very good right now. I think I better go to my quarters and lie down.”

He studied her and frowned. “You look all right. Why don’t you come into the staff lounge and have a drink? You’ll feel better.”

“No, I think I’ll skip it tonight. You go have my drink for me. I have to go lie down and close my eyes.”

“Okay, Ronnie. Well, you let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Tim.”

She was never so glad to get away from him. Now that she’d made her excuse, she didn’t have to worry about the others seeing her. She hurried past the galley. She heard Tim explaining to the rest of the staff that she didn’t feel good.

She stumbled back to her room. Very gingerly, she lowered herself into her bunk. Her body burned with fevered excitement. How could she get through the next few hours without touching herself? How long did she have to lie here before she could go back to his cabin?

She closed her eyes and focused all her concentration on drawing one tortured breath after another. He said to come back before she went to bed, but she had no intention of leaving this room. She would stay here until she could go back to him. She couldn’t face the rest of the staff or another day of work with that plug stuck inside her.

She must have drifted off, because she woke to a twinkled notification on her phone. She swept her finger across the screen. Prince Said requests your presence in the forward cabin.

Eleven o’clock. The rest of the staff would be in bed. The whole ship rested in peace and quiet. She pushed herself up on her arms, but when she leaned over on her butt, she sat down on the plug. She couldn’t move without stimulating herself one way or the other. She let out a slow breath through pursed lips and shuddered. Her cheeks and forehead glowed with warmth.

She heaved herself onto her feet and steadied herself against the wall. Just one more walk down the companionway, and she could collapse. She got to the door and let herself out of the room.

She tiptoed down the companionway. The bodyguard was still there. She tapped on the door and heard the familiar greeting. “Come in.”