Cruise Ship Stowaway
by obohobo
Chapter 1. Molly
"Hi ya!" Molly Sugden's smile beamed at the young fisherman heaving boxes from
his boat on to the quayside. "Can you tell me where I get the boat to France
please?"
Her infectious smile was returned by the youth as he gazed along her bare legs
to the bottom of her short shorts. From his low position he could see a little
beyond the ragged edge of the hem to the whiteness of her untanned thighs.
Looking higher, he took in the bare midriff and belly button and glimpsed a
little of the underside of her white bra just showing beneath the knotted tank
top.
"You'll be wanting the Black Prince, Miss. She's berthed about half a mile or so
further on. You've plenty of time. She's not due to sail for another two hours."
He hesitated a moment, "Course if you wanted, we could take you but you'd have
to work your passage."
"Yeah, sure. I guess I'd be working on my back! And it would be a long trip.
Sorry fella, I'm not very good on small boats even with a good crew!" Molly
laughed back at him
"Or a good screw," he smiled back, giving her a wave.
Molly was happy. Life was good. Exams were over and she wouldn't have to worry
about schoolwork again until September, not even then if she found herself a job
during the holidays. She was off on an adventure. For sixteen years she'd been
governed by her parents who tried to control what she did and who she did it
with. They were good to her but tried to guide her life in the way normal
parents do. Today she was free. Her own boss. The decisions she made, right or
wrong, were her own.
It was a school trip to France that formed the germ of the idea and for two
months now she had planned it as far as any planning could, considering she was
just going to take each day or opportunity as it came along. It was a Wednesday
and on Wednesdays her parents always spent the morning at the local market and
shopping in town. They invited her to go with them but Molly declined. Her
adventure was about to start. Once she had seen them board the bus to town, she
left a note, tossed the small rucsac over her shoulder and started walking
towards the slip road to the M1 and off to she knew not where. It was mid-June,
it was warm and sunny and she felt alive and free. There were risks she knew for
a young and not unattractive girl in hitch-hiking but she felt the risk was
small and added spice to the adventure. If she had to give her body to pay part
of the costs, it was no problem. Despite her parents watchful eyes, she lost her
virginity two years ago on a school field trip when the teachers were not as
observant as they should have been. Since then she had got herself on the pill
and had sex with a number of other boys but nothing serious.
Good fortune favoured her. Within minutes a lorry driver stopped and drove her
several hundred miles to Padmouth Industrial Estate where it was only a mile or
so to walk to the harbour. Although obviously attracted to his passenger, the
driver, a fatherly man in his forties, made no move to molest her and indeed
bought both their meals at a truck stop. "Have a safe journey," he waved when
she left.
Sauntering along the dockside in the warm sunshine Molly came to vessel where
everything was a hive of activity. People were boarding, cranes lifted goods in
netted slings from dockside on to the boat watched by uniformed and barechested
men alike. On the bow in large letters Molly read the words "Svart Prinzen"
which, even with her limited knowledge of continental languages, she translated
as "The Black Prince".
"It's a nice looking boat," Molly said to herself, "Much nicer than the ferry I
went to France on before."
*****
"Those dammed British food wholesalers," swore Sven Bjornsen, chief chef on the
"Svart Prinzen" in his native Swedish language, "The food ought to have arrived
yesterday. It's just come and we have to get it stored away and a meal prepared
ready for tonight and we are due to sail in an hour." He cursed a swore at the
cooks under him and chivvied them into action. "Why are they so late coming?" he
demanded of the purser.
"Seems the hauliers tried to put it all in one load on the lorry. Police stopped
them and had the lorry weighed. It was seven tonnes overweight so they impounded
the lorry until some of the load could be transferred to a second vehicle.
Inspectors went over the lorry with a fine tooth comb and found faults with the
steering and brakes that had to be fixed before they would allow it to continue
its journey."
"So we are inconvenienced and have to work like slaves because of their
incompetence!" Sven raged on.
"The lorry driver is not too pleased either. The police are throwing the book at
him. Anyway it's here now and they are getting it aboard as quick as they can."
The purser tried to pacify the irate chef. "And you know it will be a fun trip
once we get into international waters.
"Fun for some," muttered Sven, remembering how he would have to cook many meals
for passengers who treated some of the staff like dirt. Rarely, it seemed him,
did he get his cock into a new piece of cunt. It was easier for the girls. They
only had to flirt a little and they got invited to the better cabins and even
got to view some of the happenings.
Outside, the unloading of the lorry was nearly finished. Only a few items were
left and the loader decided he could just about pack them on top of the already
full sling net. Molly watched along with a number of other passers-by as the
crane lifted the net.
A cyclist came along, swerved around the lorry just as the net begun to swing in
towards the boat. Had it been a slap-stick comedy film, he couldn't have timed
it better. Just as he passed to one side of the net, so a 25 kg. bag of flour
toppled from the sling and caught the side of his body, knocking him from his
bike. The bag burst, flour covered the cyclist, his bike and a large area of the
dockside. All work ceased and people rushed to see what injuries had been
caused. An ambulance was called and the police arrived.
Molly, like the others, watched for a few moments and then turned her attention
to the ship's gangway. All the security staff were around the cyclist. All the
waiting passengers had moved to watch the scene. No one was around. Molly
decided she could save a little of her money if she slipped aboard and hid until
the ship arrived in France and then slip off in the general melee that occurred
when everyone tried to disembark at once.
It was surprisingly easy. All attention was on the scene of the accident and the
paramedics trying to assess the injuries to the flour covered man while they
themselves were getting more and more flour over them. Their efforts were
accompanied by applause and laughter from the onlookers. Molly slipped unnoticed
up the gangway, walked around to the other side of the boat and hid under a
tarpaulin covering a piece of equipment stowed under a lifeboat.
Quivering with the excitement of her daring, Molly sat still for what seemed
ages but it was only a little over an hour before the activity around her
increased. "All shore crew and others not booked on this cruise, please return
to the shore now," came over the Tannoy system. Molly was a little puzzled by
the term 'cruise' but wasn't too concerned. Perhaps they call at France to pick
up more passengers, she thought. Ten minutes later there was a last call for
shore staff and shortly after the reverberating sounds of engines being run,
orders given and a general rush around on the deck outside her temporary 'home'.
She could feel the boat moving but dare not look out. "May I remind passengers
to act with decorum until we are in international waters and away from other
shipping. This will be in about one hour." The Tannoy blared out again. By now
Molly was more than puzzled. She was very concerned. "International waters? To
France?" Something wasn't right. Still she remained hidden.
Again the loud speaker system came to life. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Masters,
Mistresses and Slaves, this is Master Frederick, your tour organiser speaking.
Welcome to the cruise ship 'Svart Prinzen' leaving on her fifth BDSM cruise. We
have just dropped the pilot and will be in international waters in about fifteen
minutes. However, there are still other ships in the area so please confine any
nudity to below decks for the time being. Dinner will be at 7 p.m. Masters and
Mistresses should dress appropriately and may bring their slaves who may be in a
dress conforming to their status. Please remember, the crew are not to be
interfered with and should be treated with respect. Most have been on previous
cruises and know what to expect. Some will undoubtedly volunteer their services
but no force or coercion should be used. They have also been advised to keep
away from the area where the more extreme punishments are carried out. You will
find more information on this in the brochure in your cabins. Masters and
Mistresses, have and enjoyable trip, slaves remember your lowly status here or
be prepared for some very sore flesh."
"Chief! Take a look at this." Security guard Tom Winston called his superior
over. "I was looking again at the quayside incident and noticed this girl
appears at the start of the tape. She looks around a bit suspiciously and then
disappears. I wound back the tapes from cameras 1, 3 and 5 and as you can see
the girl has sneaked aboard. Camera 5 shows her going under the tarp."
"And she's still there?" questioned the Chief.
"The camera hasn't shown her coming out but then we turned off the surveillance
system once we were under way."
"We were told to watch for a snooper coming on board. I'd better show these to
the Capt'n."
"Capt'n Sorenson." He answered the phone while still on the bridge.
"Capt'n Sir, Security here. Can you go to your office and take a look at the
tape I will put through. Looks as if we have a stowaway on board. Maybe a
snooper from the press or police."
Thirty minutes later once more Molly heard the crackling of the speaker system.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. We appear to have a
stowaway on board. Will the young lady hiding under the tarpaulin beneath the
No. 5 lifeboat on the port side, please come out. Deckhands Johnson and Meadows,
please bring her to my office."
