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Hakkenin2004@yahoo.co.nz Dave Elliott
Part IV. My time at sea
Mrs Elliott
"Hey! Mrs. Elliott lighten up, why do you continually turn me down, we both know you want it. I've seen the way you look at me. Believe me you'll enjoy it, and once you've had it you'll be back for more ...trust me"
"I have no intention of becoming a poofta Mr Elliott... why don't you just leave me alone"
"Once you've had me a few times that's all you'll want to be Mrs. Elliott ... a poofta"
This was one of the conversations I'd had with a man called Arthur James Elliott, better known to all as Bull Elliott.
It wasn't that I did not wish to have a sexual relationship with a man, I was a little, no I was very afraid of this guy and I did not want to be controlled by him. He was a bully and an intimidator and maintained his control over people with his tactics. He was a hard man having done time in prison, for fighting and threatening behaviour.
Bull Elliott had made it very clear from the first time I set foot on board the ship what his intentions were. Being at sea, is a bit like prison, there are no women well very few if any. Men have certain needs that to be filled and a good-looking young male could serve the purpose just as well as a female. What he had in mind was for me to be Mrs. Elliott and he'd made that obvious from day one.
I'd had the urge to have sex with another male very early in the life. It was something parents and elders always said was unhealthy and not natural. "Fancy, men going around doing that to each other". "Well they are not real men though are they" Would be the reply.
I never revealed to them that I had these feelings locked up inside me to. I'd heard the word queer and poofta mentioned and thought there was something wrong with me. No matter how I tried I could not rid myself of these feelings. In fact it was a little worse, because I would also fantasise that I was turned into a girl by some big bad witch and men would chase after me so that they could screw me. I liked girls and I liked playing and being in their company. Not sexually that is. The opportunity came when I was playing in the sand dunes and literally stumbled over "Banana Bob" a well-known paedophile in the area, at the age of eight or nine, I never knew what that meant and quite frankly I did not care. By today's standards it would have been called child abuse, but I would have to confess I was a very willing participant and never thought of it as abuse. Having been introduced to "Fagan" I found that I liked it and would meet up with Bob many times after our first meeting. He must have thought of me as mana from heaven
I'd served an apprenticeship as a marine engineer, the dock yards were a tough place to be, with some equally hard men. Hard as they were, there was still a percentage that liked to enjoy a nice piece of male ass, from time to time. Working on ships in confined spaces and out of the way lockers were ideal places for the opportunist I would suddenly feel a hand squeezing the cheeks of my bum, with words like "Oh that would make a nice fuck" and a wink and a smile would follow. If I said nothing and did not protest too much a second attempt would follow. This time the squeezing would go on for a little longer and again if no protest they would take this as a sign of approval "Shit you're giving me a hard lad" Their hand would grab mine and place it on their very hard erection.. "How would you like that up you" They would ask. I would give them a smile and say "If you would like to you can" On checking to see that there were no other people around. I'd remove my overalls, bend over and receive my reward.
I had my first black man whilst working in the yards. A very excited apprentice was telling us that a black seaman on one of the ships had come on to him, saying that if he'd like to come to his cabin for a little fun, he would make it worth his while with a carton of 200 cigarettes. (Another story)
At present I was on the train to Southampton where I was to join my first ship since qualifying as a marine engineer The TSS VENESSA As the train clickity clacked over the rails and the carriages swayed, My thoughts were miles away, for some reason I was thinking back to those days as an apprentice and all those wonderful sexual encounters that I'd had, first as a young boy and then as a young man. I never kept score but it would be in the hundreds. At that time I'd never been with a female in the sexual sense. So it was males hundreds? Female nil
I'd always had this urge for sex with a man, but had not realised how easy and how many men were attracted to other males for sexual purposes.
After I'd been with them I'd hear them strongly deny to other guys that they would ever involve themselves in such practices and condemned queers and poofta's
I held my own council not wanting to be the respondent of their abuse.
I gazed out the window but was not really taking in the surrounding scenery. The older men, those that had been at sea would tease me and say things like "Just wait till you get to sea, you'll have plenty of big firemen wanting to give your arse a fuck, especially on those hot lonely tropical nights, no women and the only relief is the Portuguese Hand Pump" There would be laughs galore. I wasn't the only one they would tell this to, nearly all apprentices were told stories like this. Some would follow up with an example "I remember there was a guy..." It would start with, followed with some graphic story. Most other apprentices would look shocked at the tales I on the other hand would sit and listed intently, feeling a stirring between my legs, then I'd fanaticise about the same thing happening to me.
Some of the other tradesmen would tell us not to listen to such stories. "You mean it doesn't happen like that I said, a little disappointed "No...no It does happen but you just have to keep your head down and keep out of their way and if all else fails tell the chief" There were a few sniggers and some one said "Oh yeah very good, some of the chiefs are just as bad, they like a nice young arse just as much"
The countryside was now giving way to more buildings and I could see the cranes and derricks of the port in the distance, as there was a slowing down of the clickity clack. I shook my head clearing it of all those past experiences and concentrated on the job in hand.
On arrival, not knowing my way to the docks and having quite some luggage I grabbed a taxi. The driver knew the way and engaged in conversation, he told me if I wanted to know where to go in the city for, pleasure. Making quite clear that he knew where ALL the flesh pots could be found, to give him a call. Then handed me his card Well I guess taxi drivers would know most about the city
The ship had been docked for about fifteen days, approximately half its usual turn around time, leaving another fifteen days to go.
I lugged my cases up the gangplank and onto the ship at first I could see no one to ask the question "Where to next?" The ship was huge or seemed so and it took me quite some time to work out which passageway led to where.
As I pondered my next move a voice said, "You look lost fellah need some help" I turned and for the first time saw the guy "Bull Elliott"
"Yes I'm the new junior engineer and I'm looking as to which way to the engineering quarters"
His face lit up "Welcome aboard junior" Holding his hand out. I took hold of it and his grasp was very firm, and his grin wide. I wondered how long he was going to hold on to my hand shaking it up and down. Then he said "I'm Arthur Elliott, but most just call me Bull"
I could see why. He was a broad guy, not too tall but he was taller than my five ft nine. He was obviously a hard nut and by the look of his face had been in a few scraps; his hair was balding dark with greying areas and cut very close to the head. Broad shoulders, stocky body and tree trunk like legs holding him up.
"I'm one of the engine room firemen" He explained "Oh right so you'll know the way to go" I said He grinned even more so saying "Oh yes indeed I know the way to go junior" It did not register with me at the time what the remark meant. "Here let me grab your luggage, your going to need someone to look after you" "That's awfully kind of you Mr Elliott". I said "Bull my friends call me Bull" "Ok Bull" "Yeah as I said you need someone to look after you on board a ship, I'm offering you my services er what did you say your name was?" "John" "Well John I'm your man" I was still too naive to realise he was making a play for me. I mean hell I'd only just stepped on board. "Yeah can't be too careful on board a ship, got to know the ropes as it were, you know, some nasty things and nasty people, it's always good to have a guiding and protective hand as it were"
"Yes well I'm sure I'll watch my step Bull"
He was obviously from Liverpool by the accent, he'd picked up my baggage with little effort, and I'd made them seem quite heavy. We eventually made to the engineering deck and quarters. "I'll put your gear in the mess room till you find out what cabin you have allocated; I think the third is onboard at present you could report to him, fourth cabin on the port side. I'll take off now, don't forget if you need some one to look after you just come and see me. We'll be catching up later"
I watched as he walked back to his own quarters, as he turned into the next corridor, he turned and caught me looking at him; he raised his hand in a farewell gesture. Just as well he was on hand to help me I thought, and then went to find the third He got me settled in and gave me a cabin, which was to remain mine during that voyage. During our conversation I told the third that a Mr Elliott had helped me. He said not to trust him, he was a troublemaker and if he was being nice it was that he had some hidden agenda.
The cabin itself was quite comfortable It contained a writing desk with draws beneath. There was a hand basin with hot and cold water, a medicine cabinet, wardrobe, bunk with draws underneath and a day bed. Two large square ports, that could be wound up and down, which was a boon in the hot tropics when there was little or no ventilation, and the fan was never much good only blowing the hot air around in circles.
Work on board during those pre sailing days as pretty mundane, doing whatever needed to be done, but most of the repairs were carried out by the shore fitters.
Whilst working down the engine room it was becoming clear, and that was Bull always seemed to be in the same places as I was. I know there isn't a great deal of space, but, never he less every time I turned around there he was. It wasn't only Bull, but his two cohorts as well, who now always seemed to accompany him. Trevor Roland and Arthur Brightwell. Trevor was obviously a hanger on, keeping in with Bull because it gave him a certain feeling of power. Arthur, well he reminded me of a younger version of old man Steptoe. Skinny, but for all his size and weight, he was strong. His hair was thinning, and most of his teeth gone, just the odd stump here and there when he grinned, he always seemed to be grinning, and like Trevor always agreed with Bull. So this was the dynamic trio that always seemed to be around me.
Bull was always engaging me in conversation, and that conversation was taking a distinct leaning toward sexual activity.
Questions like "Have you got a girl friend," I told him no, I did not. "Don't like girls eh?" "Er I just don't have one at present" "What about a boy friend" "No, no boyfriends either" "No vices at all, well non you want to tell me about" Wink, wink.
It was a continual question and answer time.
At last the day arrived and we were ready to sail, everyone back on board and feeling pretty home sick already. This was quite usual at the start of a trip but as the days passed there was a routine that we all became accustomed to and thoughts of the places we would be visiting became the topic and the conquests that were to be made at the various ports.
A couple of weeks into the voyage and Bull started to make his play. Now the conversation was getting to the point. "God junior you're starting to look really good, you'd make someone a great wife" "I'd like to take care of you, you could be my wife" "Hey don't be silly Elliott, I'm a male not a female" I replied He just laughed "Not in my eyes, it's getting to the point where you are looking gorgeous and I need some bedtime company and fun ... You know" There was a grin on his face. "I'm sure you'd find you would like it if you gave it a try" "I doubt it" I replied "Have you tried it" He asked "No" I lied "Well you see, once you try it you'll just love it. I promise" "I don't have any designs on being a poofta" I lied again "Oh you don't worry about that, it's a small price to pay for all that fun" He said
This was the verbal assault, all the time it was the same approach.
Then followed the "Hands on". If ever I had my back to him and he came upon me in one of the out of the way places with no one around. I'd feel a hand grab at my ass, giving it a tight squeeze. "Oh my god junior, you sure do have a nice ass" "Hey pack it in Bull" I would say. He'd only laugh and take absolutely no notice. Next step was to approach quietly from behind, grabbing me and keeping my arms pinned to my side. Then he would press himself hard into my buttocks. I could feel his hard member as he worked himself against me. He made mock fucking motions against my butt. I could feel his hands running down each hip as if he were removing a pair of panties. "Oh just imagine how nice that would feel me pulling down your knickers and getting inside you Mrs. Elliott" I had a sudden thrilling sensation run through me and the hairs at the back of my neck rise up at the thought of what could happen, I desperately wanted to drop my knickers and bend over for him, but I was not going to admit it to Bull. "I think you should become Mrs. Elliott junior, make me happy and I'll make you happy. What do you think fellahs?" He asked his two side kicks "Absolutely Bull she'd make you a great ships wife" "There you go see, they think the same junior, just think of it MRS. ELLIOTT, sounds good eh?" "Look why you don't just try it, just once and if you don't like it ... well nothing lost but at least you will have had the experience and given it a go"
I made no comments and broke free. I knew it would only happen again and again, it wasn't going to go away by trying to ignore it. This time I thought it's time to exert my authority and told him if he did not desist from such actions I would report him. At this he merely smiled and said
"I don't think so junior, you do that and your going to find yourself swimming to the shore, don't forget that you have from time to time, to make that journey aft to examine the stern glands, it would be easy to just flick you over the side. Just visualize the stern of the ship vanishing into the distance, and then it's just you and the sharks' junior"
The thought of it made me cringe, he was right, whether he would go that far I did not know, but I sure as hell did not want to put it to the test.
"Besides I'd much rather examine your stern gland". A wide grin spread all over his face.
As I moved away he said "You're starting to piss me off Mrs. Elliott I want to hear you saying yes I do, and very soon...think about it"
I knew he wasn't going to stop; he'd keep on and on. The longer the voyage took the more his own frustrations would be. He'd lie there at night thinking about it and the more he thought about it the worse he was going to get.
I was right. One day I was in the tank sounding room, which was well away from the engine room area.
To get to it you had to pass through a watertight door, then along a passageway to the small room which housed the gauges for checking the various tanks.
It was a twice daily function to take the morning depths and afternoon depths. This particular time it was a morning check. I knew someone was approaching because to gain access you went through the watertight door and in doing so, for a moment, you blocked the sounds coming from the engine room.
I looked up from the task at hand and knew I was in trouble, there before me was the dynamic trio.
"Well! Well! Mrs. Elliott how are you, this morning, ready to take your vows I hope"
They had taken up positions around me, Bull coming very close.
"Listen Bull I've told you I don't..." Was as far as I got, I never saw the sledgehammer, well it felt like a sledgehammer, that caught me in the solar-plexus. I dropped to the deck, the steel plates hot to the touch. I was gasping for breath.
He told Arthur. "Go and watch out for any intruders. We don't want to be interrupted" "Oh shit Bull I wanted to watch the fun" He replied "Don't worry, you won't miss out. You'll get you're turn, now go" He scurried away to the engine room.
I watched as Bull undid his belt then his fly, pushing his trousers to his hips. Oh god he was already hard. What looked like a stiff tree trunk, pointing north, to the sky? It was growing from a dense undergrowth of dark pubic hair, the hair spreading outward to the rest of his body. I think his name would have been better if it had been Bear Elliott. The amount of leg that was showing was also a mass of dark hair, the legs thick. The thing that had my attention was the large erection just in front of me.
"Now Mrs. Elliott I want you to kiss your master" Indicating to his cock.
I still could not breathe properly. He grabbed my hair and said again "Kiss your master" He raised a clenched fist. Not wanting another vicious blow I reached out and took his warm hard shaft in my hand. I could see the eye of "Cyclops" staring at me as I kissed the head of his cock, then continuing to kiss all the way down the shaft, and back up again. I could smell his body odour, and a distinct smell of sex on the shaft. Reaching the top I opened my mouth and devoured head and shaft as far as I could until I almost gagged.
My tongue then played around the top of the head, delving into the crevice. Licking, slurping. My saliva mixed with the sweat from his cock, I made my mouth, work its magic.
"Ohhhhh god that's good" I heard him sigh. After a period of time he said "No, no! That's enough I don't want to come in your mouth, well not this time" As he withdrew from the warm moist enclosure. Strong arms lifted me from the hot plates. "Take your overalls off" I heard Bull say I was still feeling the effects of the sledgehammer. With trembling hands I undid the buttons all the way down I removed them, first, over left shoulder, then over my right shoulder. Letting them drop to the deck. As I was not wearing any underpants, I was now completely naked. Both parties were spellbound and speechless, as they gazed at the prize before them. "God almighty Bull look at that arse, it's a girls arse" "And those legs Trevor, look at those legs, all shaved and smooth as, they belong to a girl as well...we've struck the jackpot fellah" Said Bull
They could not resist, their hands were touching and roaming all over my back end as they explored the prize before them. "Oh god feel that ass-pussy" As a finger pushed inside me. "Do you think it's a bloke" Trevor asked They both looked to the front end. "Well it could be but I don't think that size cock measures up to a mans cock, naw I think he's more girl than bloke, don't you"
"Couldn't agree more; get him over the hand rail, let's show him what it's like to have a real man" Said Bull
Now I was dragged across the plates to the hand rail. I felt the hot steel bar against my stomach. A strong hand at the back of my neck, pushing me down. My whole body was sweating, there was very little ventilation and it was hot. "Bend over and grab hold of the hand wheels on the valves" said Bull I reached down and grabbed the hand wheels, holding them tight. I tried to look up to see what was happening. "Bring that grease tin here Trevor" I heard Bull say There was a tin of grease kept in the room for the spindles on the valves; it was now going to be used for something else.
Suddenly a finger was being inserted into my anal. It contained some of the grease. Bull started to work his finger back and forth in and out. "Now how do you like that Mrs. Elliott, feels good don't it?" "Soon you're going to feel the real thing...for you it only gets better" More grease, but this time two fingers are inserted, reaming out my ass-pussy to accommodate his erection. I was going to be stretched wide open.
I could now hear the slurp of the grease smeared his hard shaft Oh god it was soon going to happen.
Now I was excited, wanting it to happen. I could almost feel it inside already. Firm hands were on my buttocks, thumbs prizing the cheeks apart. Oh god I felt the hard head searching for the entrance; this was the part I loved. I tried to manoeuvre my arse so that it would line up with his hard firm cock I looked to my left where Trevor was standing there; he'd unzipped his fly and was holding his stiff member, slowly stroking it. Like Bull's it looked beautiful in its erection, big and firm, with the skin stretched tight over the expanded surface, that bulbous head, and "Cyclops eye" staring at me. God men's hard cocks were so great; I've never stopped admiring them. I knew what all this meant. First it was going to be Bull, then Trevor, and after that no doubt Arthur. I was going to enjoy all this, with relish. He was now pressing into me. "Oh! Ah" I exclaimed "Relax don't fight it, just relax" I heard Bull say I forced myself to relax. Then once more he continued to push. "Soon my lovely ... soon, I can feel it going in ... oh god I'm in" He said Oh yes it was going in, I could feel the bulbous head now inside me, oh lord, now it would be inch by inch until the whole length was inside and then...
The first couple of inches were in me when Arthur came rushing into the gauge room. "It's the second. It's the second" He was shouting Suddenly everything was in reverse. I felt the two inches being removed and Bull shouting at me to get dressed and quick. Both Bull and Trevor were tucking there cocks back into their trousers and zipping themselves up
My overalls were back on and I was buttoning up. "Hurry! Hurry!" Bull was shouting. He did not need to tell me. I sure as hell did not want to explain to the second what I was doing with my pants down in the company of two crew members. There was no way I was going to say it was Bulls fault; the thought of the deep ocean would ensure I would have to say it was my fault. It was going to turn out at a later date; the second had his own agenda. He would approach the situation in an entirely different manner. By the time he arrived all was returned to normal, well as normal as we could make it. My breath was back but my heart was racing. I felt let down and disappointed.
When the second saw Bull and cohorts there he wanted to know what they were up to. Some lame excuse was given and they were told to report to the third in the engine room.
The second then asked me what they were doing and I said they probably just wanted a sly smoke.
After he had checked the readings himself he left and went back to the engine room.
I was left alone with my thoughts. Now I felt frustrated. One minute I was about to get fucked (by two guys possibly three) and then it was all off. Huh. Arse like a girl, well flattery will get you everywhere. I did feel flattered. I revelled in the idea I had an arse like a girl. (And legs) I'd made my mind up. Bull was not going to let go of this, so I may as well join him. I'd be his wife. I'd be Mrs. Elliott. I now had to find him and arrange to meet up again. As it happened he found me first. "We have to finish that business Mrs. Elliott" "Yes I know Bull... Look I've decided. If you want me to be your ships wife I'll do it"
"Hey you liked it didn't you ... I just knew you would... And I accept your offer... Mrs. Elliott welcome wife"
I suggested we all meet again in the gauge room at two pm. Most of the crew, and the second in particular would be away from the engine room this period being the rest period on board ship, we should not be disturbed. It was agreed by all parties and I felt a sudden thrill and shudder run through my body. Oh god what had I done? Well it was too late now. There was no backing out.
Two pm came soon enough and I returned to the gauge room to take the afternoon readings. The trio was already there. "No need to hang about, let's get on with it" Said Bull He once again instructed Arthur to keep watch.
"Back to where we were Mrs. Elliott get your gear off and assume the position as they say in the cop movies" This time I removed all completely, shoes and socks. I placed my overalls, carefully on the hot plates, so as not to burn the bottom of my feet. It felt good to be naked, the hot air blowing over my body and massaging it. "Over the rail my dear wife" Bull said I did what I was told bending over the rail, again the rail hot against my stomach, once again a greased finger was inserted, but this time it was a proper lube. Bull having come prepared.
He finger fucked me for a while back and forth getting me worked up and ready. "Oh feel that my lovely, getting you excited for the real thing" "Oh yes ... it feels good" "Get ready for the real thing Mrs. Elliot" I reached behind me and grabbing the cheeks of my arse I pulled them apart. I could feel the warm firm head seek the entrance. Ooooh my god "I was trembling with excitement Oh please god, I hope nobody comes and spoils it for me. Please, please, please.
I was real relaxed this time ready for it. First the head, steady pressure from Bull, oh yes it's in, and then inch by thick inch with every bit of upward pressure it crept inward. I could feel my love passage expanding with each thrust. After a few moments he was saying. "It's all yours wife, every last inch" I would love to have had a mirror so that I could see it in action. I felt it pulling back, then, thrust, it was pushed back in again. His big rough hands were on my hips, holding me, like a vice holds a piece of steel, as his own hips started to sway back and forth. Oh god that felt good. At last I was being fucked, even if it was Bull Elliott. I could hear his exclamations of sheer joy as he swayed back and forth. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. In...out...in...out. His cock was like a piston on a pump as he moved it in and out. "You love it don't you wife" He said his own voice filled with excitement I did not have to fake or lie. "Oh yes Bull, I love it. I really love it" I replied my own voice trembling with excitement "See I told you so... It's well worth being a poofta isn't it" "Yes...Yes I never want to be anything else" I said my body trembling. I could see Trevor; again he was holding his rock hard cock, waiting, wanting his turn to come. Each of Bulls heavy thrusts, were pushing me hard against the hot rail, all but lifting me off my feet as he did so. I was looking down into the bilge; I could see all the valves lined up in a row, and a small quantity of water moving back and forth with the movement of the ship. God it was hot, sweat was pouring from the both of us. His grunts and groans with each powerful stroke "Huh ... huh ... huh" "Oh fuck you feel so good wife ... nice and tight" Now he was starting to get the stirring in his balls. He knew he was getting ready to come. His sperm was starting to percolate. Thrust, thrust, and thrust. With each forward thrust his balls slapped against my bum.
"Oh god!. Oh fuck!" He was saying as the sperm started to come to the boil. Now it was travelling up the hard shaft, then. Squirt, squirt, squirt, as it spews out the head like hot lava out of a volcano. His fingers tighten their grip on my hips, with his last thrust.
"Ohhhh fuck... in... hell" He gasped His orgasm was complete. His warm sticky sperm transfers into my eager and welcoming love tunnel.
We stand locked together for a few moments as the final drops clear the head. He has now had his satisfaction and the once proud cock starts to loose it's hardness and recedes. Then fall away. "Oh god, that was marvellous, he tells me. But there no stopping for me, the change over is quick, like a formula1 pit stop. No sooner has Bull pulled out, and then I feel the warmth of Trevor's hard shaft take its place.
Now the whole procedure starts again.
Oh boy now I feel great myself. Bring on the whole crew. I'd like them all to fuck me. (About 400) My love tunnel is fully expanded and takes Trevor's cock with ease. Bull is putting his cock back in his pants and doing up the zip and belt leaving Trevor and me alone. Moments later I hear Arthur return and see his toothless grin as he feasts his greedy eyes over my body with Trevor screwing the arse of me.
"Heh, heh, heh." He laughs. "Your right he has got a girls arse."
I watch as he in turn undoes his belt, unzip his fly as he readies himself for his turn. Blowing me a kiss and grinning. With the sweat now poring off Trevor he says to Arthur. "Just wait till you get inside you'll think your screwing a girl. This is better than a hand job any day" At last like Bull, Trevor starts to get that feeling. "Oh oh oh ah ah ah" Three final thrusts and his sperm joins that of Bulls. He holds me tight around the waist as he lets his prick finish the job. Like that of Bulls, it slowly returns to being slack and withdraws from my ass-pussy.
Another pit stop and Arthur is in the saddle. I now feel the inward thrust of Arthur as his hard cock quickly takes up the void that has been left, skinny legs, and arse, humping behind me. Like a fox terrier screwing a bitch on heat. That's how I felt, a bitch on heat. God the way I felt now I could have done with a few more guys lined up ready to take their turn.
Trevor like Bull tucks his cock back in his trousers, buckles his belt and does up his fly. Now it's only Arthur and me. His lust for me was just as ferocious as the other two. Trevor was right this had to be better than lying in your bunk thinking lustful thoughts and wanking to them. He said.
I must have lost a few pints of water through sweat, god it was hot. Arthur's hands were hot and sweaty as he held onto my hips, pulling me onto to the hard pulsating shaft The Fox Terriers arse was really letting me have it. Hump, hump, hump. His balls slapping me on the bum with every forward motion. "Gawd you're a lovely bitch. I'm glad you decided to do as Bull asked, I was tempted to rape you myself" "We're all going to have so much fun from now on" He said There was no full pitched cry when his come shot up his shaft. He just stopped humping, stayed connected to me and as his sperm transferred itself I heard him grunt. "Humph! Humph!" I now had three lots of sperm inside me. Arthur is now like the rest... Satisfied. (For the time being anyway). "Oh gawd I like you bitch, I'm going to have a lot of you before this trip is over" He said. Now completely drained of love juice he removes his now slack tool I can now straighten up, my body lathered in sweat. I watch as Arthur like his two predecessors, pulls up his trousers, buckles his belt and does up his fly.
Slapping my arse he says "God you're a pearl of a girl Mrs. Elliott, you're a great fuck lass" I knew I had to get to a shower quick, wash of the smell of body odours and come. With the action all over for the time being Bull had returned to the scene, asking how Arthur liked his fuck. He was naturally full of praise. He was asked to get lost, and was quick to do just that. Bull now turned his attention on me. "You liked that didn't you Mrs. Elliott" "Yes, yes I did, very much so" "Well I can tell you there are a lot more cocks for you to have fun with, we really are going to have a great time together" He said "Now I've got something to tell you, and I'm only going to tell you this once, so please listen very carefully." "You are now Mrs. Elliott, which means you're mine. I own you, lock stock and barrel, so please don't do or try any thing silly, you understand" "Yes Bull I do" I replied "That's another thing, I'm a bit old fashioned, and I want any wife of mine to address me as Mr. Elliott, show a bit of respect for your husband eh?" "Yes Bu... Mr. Elliott" "Now you are going to be a good wife to me aren't you my dear" "Yes Mr Elliott I promise I will" "Now something else I've been thinking about, I'd like you to be called Margaret ...it's a name I like... so from now on your name is Margaret Elliott, OK" "Bull... Sorry, Mr. Elliott I can't be called Margaret, god if any of the other engineers hear of this..." His raised hand stopped me from speaking any further. "You did enjoy being fucked like a girl before did you not?" "Yes I did, but...." "Then you should have a girl's name and Margaret it is, all right" "Yes Mr. Elliott, Margaret it is" I kind of liked that idea, being called Margaret, although I would have preferred some other girls name. "One more thing, I want you to come to my cabin after dinner and we will have a little wedding ceremony a few drinks and sign some documentation laying down the rules, we'll call it a ships marriage certificate. Let's say around seven.
...To be continued