Chapter 7. Molly's punishment
Molly flanked on either side by two security guards, stood shaking in front of
the Captain, Master Frederick and his slave wife Sara.
"Search her," Captain Sorenson instructed the security guards. They emptied the
contents of her rucsac on the table. It contained nothing a unusual. Her purse
only had a little english money, a few hundred francs and a credit card. Her two
year old passport showed she had developed considerably since the photo was
taken but the face was still a good likeness.
"Take her clothes off and search for bugs." Molly struggled but was no match for
the two guards. Before long she stood naked in front of the four men and one
woman bravely trying not to cry and trying to hide her breasts and crotch with
her arms and hands.
"Which newspaper is paying for this trip?" What did you plan to do once you got
aboard? Who helped you organise this? Master Frederick and the captain fired
questions at her for half an hour. Tearfully Molly tried to answer them but
there was so much she didn't understand. She tried to explain the fisherman told
her the Black Prince was the boat going to France and as she hadn't much money
she tried to get on without paying.
"Unfortunately for you girl, the Black Prince was the boat you wanted, this is
the 'Svart Prinzen'," Capt'n Sorenson pointed out, "It might translate to the
same thing but it is not the same boat. We are a cruise ship heading for Madeira
and Barbados and, as you may have heard, this cruise is for BDSM people. Do you
know what that means?"
"I think so Sir," Molly answered, "It for people who like whipping people and
having sex."
"That's about right," Master Frederick agreed, "The problem is we vet all people
who come on the cruise because we know there are those who would try and stop
our fun. We learned that a newspaper might be trying to get someone on the boat
to expose what we do and therefore on this trip we have to be especially alert.
On the face of it your story seems believable but....."
"It is true Sir, I swear it is true."
Sara, who had noticed how her husband was eying the teenager, spoke for the
first time. "Master, might I be allowed to make a suggestion?"
"What is it slave?"
"You know we have the S.S. girls Venta and Elsa on the programme. Could we not
bring them forward to tonight and get them to elicit the truth from her? I guess
Marie wouldn't mind not being beaten."
"I know you wouldn't want to be a part of this captain so I suggest you turn her
over to me, as tour organiser and I will see what we can find out. Perhaps it
would be a good opportunity to try out one of the new dungeon cells.
Capt'n Sorenson agreed. He didn't want all the hassle and paperwork having a
stowaway would involve and he had a shrewd suspicion, the girl would never get
back to England to tell her tale.
Crying and naked, Molly was taken to a cabin deep in the bowels of the ship that
had been turned into a replica medieval dungeon. In the dim light coming through
artificial gratings Molly could see a hard wood bench, a hole in the floor
toilet such as she'd seen in France and rings set in the 'stone' walls. Because
of its proximity to the engine room it was surprisingly warm. It was also noisy
and airless and it wasn't long before Molly began to feel queasy. She sat and
then lay on the bench and tried to review her plight. Her only hope, she thought
was the tall woman with the man on a leash she passed on the way down would help
her. It wasn't much of a hope. The bitch had looked cruel too when Molly called
out, "I'm Molly Sugden, help me please." the bitch had only remarked to the
guards that it looked as if they were going to have some young flesh on the trip
this time.
"Yeah, and I guess she will wish she hadn't slipped on to this boat before too
long."
Back in the isolation of their cabin, Paul sent an encrypted emailed giving the
information to headquarters.
*****
Dinner was a splendid affair. Most of the masters and mistress were elegantly
dressed although many of the ladies showed plenty of tit flesh. The slaves
though were either naked or nearly so. Some sat at table with their owners but
most were on the floor alongside. Several girls were underneath feeding on their
master's cocks. Paul was relatively lucky, Brenda cut up his food and placed in
on the floor and gave him a fork to eat with. Others, he noted either had
nothing or tidbits passed by their owners or had to lap the food like dogs.
Every so often the conversation was punctuated by the crack of a strap as one or
other slave was corrected for a misdemeanor.
Brenda sat with similar couple, Xandra the dominatrix and a slave who she called
Little Sammy and another couple who said they liked to switch. Some times one
would dominate and then they would swap. "That way we get the best of both
worlds," Peter said. "At functions like this we both want to eat properly and
see the sights so we play equals."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and Mistresses, you should all by now know me,
Master Frederick. I hope you all have a very pleasant and fulfilling trip and
you are able to take full advantage of the facilities we have on offer and get
as much sexual enjoyment as you wish from the slaves. Those slaves with a plain
leather collar with an owner's name are for their enjoyment only, those with an
extra silver collar may be used by anyone provided the owner doesn't want them
at that time."
Master Frederick paused at the microphone. "Tonight we have a change in our
advertised programme. Most of you will have heard the earlier announcement
saying we had a stowaway on board. We are by no means certain she wasn't trying
to record what happens on this cruise for a newspaper. She denies it of course
but we thought the best way to arrive at the truth was to have our Gestapo
girls, Venta and Elsa try and obtain a confession." There were murmurs of
approval. "Usually the two act out a scene with a sub but tonight it will be for
real. The girl will not be acting and neither will Venta and Elsa. We will
investigate the girl's claims of innocence in about 30 minutes time in the
theatre.
"That young girl we saw is going to get one helluva thrashing," Brenda whispered
to Paul, "And we will just have to watch it without doing anything. The lives of
an unknown number of other girls is at risk is we show our hand this early and
out here on the ocean we could be fish food."
They first went to their cabin so Brenda could change out of her dinner dress
into her more comfortable dom gear then led Paul already in his leather jock
strap to the theatre. She found a seat where Paul could sit at her feet and
still see the action on stage. Undoing the crotch piece to the outfit in a quite
loud voice for her ordered, "Boy, get your tongue in where I can feel it doing
me some good. Just thinking about what is going to happen has gotten me horny."
Her legs were still around Paul's head when Molly, wrists and feet bound, was
carried in to applause and cheers from the audience.
Molly though was crying out. "I'm not a spy. I was just trying to hitch a ride
to France."
"Does she really expect us to believe that," the woman next to Brenda said,
"Anyone would know a fine ship like this would not be the ferry to France."
Several pieces of apparatus were wheeled on to the stage behind Molly, most
prominent was an oversize door frame on a carriage frame and a large wooden cask
also on a carriage. It was to the cask Molly was fastened first, her arms and
legs wide spread. Then the carriage was revolved to allow all the audience to
see the fettered girl.
A drum roll announced the arrived of two blonde women dressed in military
uniform bearing swastikas on the arm bands. They were kitted out with radio
microphones so the audience could hear every word spoken. However, only Venta
deigned to speak.
"Molly Sugden, Molly Sugden," Venta snapped in a clipped accent, "You are
brought here for spying on our little happenings. We are here to find out who
your are spying for. Are you going to tell us now or after you have been warmed
a little by our canes?"
"I am not a spy," screamed Molly, "I was going on holiday. Why won't you believe
me?"
"Because you are lying to us, Molly. Have you ever felt the touch of the cane
Molly?"
"No! Please don't hit me. I'll pay the fare. I'll work. Don't hit me!"
"You still expect us to believe that lie. You mistook this boat for the
ferryboat? We'll see how long it is before you change your story."
Venta and Elsa took up positions either side of Molly's arse. Elsa being left
handed complimented Venta. Each now held a long flexible cane some four feet in
length. At a nod from Venta. Elsa brought the first terrible stroke down on
Molly's thighs. Almost before the scream had time to burst from the victims lips
Venta had laid another vicious cut just above the first. Right from the
beginning it was obvious the two sadists were not going to show any mercy and
were not going to pull back slightly as they normally had to in their act.
Molly screamed for mercy but they showed none. A dozen strokes were applied in
quick succession until it seemed Molly might faint. The near parallel raised
welts were blood red, her buttocks already had swollen.
"Hans!" Venta called. Immediately a blonde well muscled man appeared wearing
only jockey shorts which hardly contained his erection. Venta nodded and Hans
dropped his shorts to reveal a ten inch, thick cock. Without any preliminaries,
Hans thrust his hard weapon into the girl's tight cunt and fucked her hard. It
didn't matter to him that he was really too big for her. It didn't matter that
with each thrust he hit against her welted arse. All that mattered was he got to
fuck her and it wasn't often he had such a young bit of cunt. Molly passed out
before he climaxed but Hans continued just the same.
Some of the audience now began to murmur the girl had had enough but others
wanted more. In the end they won. Molly was removed still barely conscious and
fastened spread-eagled to the door frame apparatus. A feather was burned under
her nose to revive her.
"Are you still going to tell us you are not a spy?" Venta asked.
"I'll confess to anything if you stop hurting me but I don't know what it is you
want me to say." Everyone now knew she wasn't a spy and anything that went on
after this was a pretend interrogation. Once again the two Gestapo women
positioned themselves either side of Molly this time it was her front that was
to take the punishment. They started with their canes just below her pubic hair
and worked rapidly up. Each blow came micro seconds after the previous one. Both
women knew Molly couldn't stand much more pain and wanted to inflict the maximum
amount in the shortest possible time before she finally passed out.
For some moments there was silence as the beating stopped, Molly hung limp and
bleeding. Everyone else was stunned by the ferocity of the frontal caning.
Robert stood up and went to Master Frederick who then went to the microphone and
spoke. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Master Robert here has a request and an offer."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and Mistresses, as many of you know I was
involved in a car accident on the way to the port and my sub had to be taken to
hospital with head injuries. Thus I am here without a partner. While I know some
of you have already been kind enough to share yours with me, I am sure you will
realise that isn't quite the same thing. It seems fairly certain to me that
after a beating like we have just witnessed, the girl hanging there is innocent
of spying, therefore I am asking that I be allowed to take her as my slave until
we arrive in Barbados. I have paid for my sub's passage for the whole cruise and
back to England. At Barbados depending on how she has performed during the
voyage I will ask whether she can be allowed to fly back home with me. As a
slave it will take some time for her to recover and for me to start training her
but I am willing to offer $3,000 for the privilege of doing so. That is if you
and Master Frederick will agree."
A few members dissented but the general consensus was in favour and the request
was agreed on. Robert had the still unconscious girl put on a trolley and taken
to the hospital room.
