Another Great Day With K__
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Posted:Dec 18, 2008 8:18 am
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K__ came over to celebrate her graduation. Dean's list again, and an "A" on her graduation project! We spent the day just drinking tea and wine, soaking in the spa, looking at the stars and talking. We talked endlessly, about everything. Afterward we had dinner in Frederick, followed by a night of drinking at the Tasting Room. Finally got home at 2.
It's over, but it apparently will never end. We both agree to that. I am one of three people with whom she feels an unbreakable, eternal bond. She is the same for me.
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Lilias - Chapter Seven - Ordeal on St. Paul Island
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Posted:Dec 12, 2008 5:46 pm
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Lilias
Chapter Seven
Lilias stared out of her cabin window. She could see the island now. It seemed to be divided by a single low ridge that sloped up gently from a white sand beach. She could see several houses, a church steeple, a tavern or inn, three buildings that appeared to be stores or store houses and three large fishing boats and a number of small ones at anchor in a rock-rimmed cove. The vegetation was lush on the ridge, but she could see only a few small trees and some bedraggled shrubs near the buildings. She twisted her handkerchief as she watched a whaleboat set out through the surf toward the Delphine.
The knock at her door startled her, even though she had been expecting it. She called out “come in,” and the door opened and Dr. Gravier entered. He looked at Lilias appraisingly, and nodded.
“Just the look I wanted,” he said. “Now come over here, by the candle. I want you to do something for me.”
Lilias followed the doctor to the dresser where the candle flame glowed in the darkened corner.
“What do you want?” she asked, expecting at any moment that the doctor would order her to perform some degrading act with him.
“Look into the flame,” he said.
Lilias stared at the flame.
“Doesn't it make you sleepy?” the doctor asked. “You feel sleepy, don't you? Your eyelids are growing heavy. You can't keep your eyes open.”
Lilias did feel sleepy. As the doctor continued to speak, she felt her eyes close. She felt so restful with her eyes closed. She continued to listen to his voice.
“Come along. The long boat is waiting,” the doctor said.
Lilias opened her eyes. She blinked. It seemed as if she had been asleep. She felt dizzy when she looked into the doctor's face. She reached out and gripped his arm until she felt steady again.
Lilias picked up her parasol and walked across the cabin holding onto Gravier's arm. He opened the door for her, and she preceded him onto the sunlit deck. At the rail Lilias found that the crew had rigged a boson's chair to lower her into the boat. She sat in the chair and held onto the lines as the apparatus was winched down to the long boat. Two crewmen steadied the chair while she stepped into the stern sheets. Gravier followed down the ladder and took a seat beside her, just forward of the stern sheets.
The trip to the cove took less than twenty minutes. The wind was light, and the waves, which rocked the boat sharply for the first ten minutes, diminished once they passed the entrance to the cove, and the sea became calm. Lilias examined the island with intense interest, since Gravier had indicated it might become her home if she did not “perform” to his satisfaction. The best-kept building was the tavern. It was also the largest. The long boat swung alongside a quay of hewn rock. The stones were fitted so closely that a knife blade could not have penetrated the crevices between them. Two of the crewmen stepped onto the quay first and took Lilias's hands and steadied her as she stepped ashore. The doctor followed, but he lost his footing and almost fell back into the boat. One of the crew boosted him from behind and he staggered onto the quay beside her. “I sent Bottoms ashore ahead of us to see if he could find us a conveyance,” he said.
“It's not much of a walk to the village,” Lilias replied. “I think we could manage it quite easily.”
“Do you mind?” the doctor said.
“Not at all,” Lilias replied. “I have been cooped up on board ship for weeks. I'm glad to have a chance to walk.”
“Good,” Gravier said. “Then let's get started.”
Lilias took Gravier's arm, but she found that she had to steady him, rather than the other way around. He was no more nimble ashore than he was afloat, and he stumbled twice during the brief ten-minute walk to the tavern. As they approached the front steps of the building, a crowd began to emerge from the tavern doors, and by the time Lilias began to ascend the steps there were fifteen or more men and three women on the landing. Gravier escorted her into the building without acknowledging any of the men. Lilias was surprised to find that there was a small lobby just inside the large front door. Several stuffed chairs were arrayed around a low table in front of an unused fireplace. They skirted the chairs and made their way to one end of a long counter, where a man in a worn waistcoat watched them approach and fiddled with a pen and ledger.
“Do you have rooms?” Gravier asked.
“Yes,” the man replied. “Upstairs.”
“A suite, perhaps?” Gravier said.
“There is a bedroom with a drawing room, overlooking the cove.”
“For how many nights?” the clerk said.
“Just for this evening,” Gravier said, “for the moment.” he added, and Lilias caught her breath. “We'll decide later whether we will be staying longer or not.”
“Please sign the register,” the clerk said, “and then follow me.”
Gravier signed quickly, and then said to the clerk, “Please Madame to her rooms. I have some business in town. I will return shortly.”
Lilias watched Gravier's back as he headed through the doorway toward the street, then she turned and followed the clerk up the stairs. The parlor was larger than she had expected. She walked over to the window after the clerk drew back the drapes and looked out onto the dusty street. She saw Gravier disappear into a large building next to the quay, and then turned in time to see the clerk bow and back out of the doorway and into the hall. He closed the door behind him, and Lilias turned once more and looked out onto the street scene. There was more vegetation in the village than she had seen from the ship. She could see the tops of some trees and a vine that looked like bougainvillea behind a high garden wall. A -drawn wagon stood in front of an open-doored warehouse and a file of men paraded in and out carrying bulging sacks and hogsheads which looked like those she had seen before packed with salted fish in dozens of French fishing villages. A man in a gray military uniform stood by the wagon. The supplies must have been ordered for the Chesapeake and the Delphine.
There were a number of men gathered on the quay, watching the two steamers. Two women stood further back under their parasols and stole glances at the ships as they talked to each other. Gravier was halfway back to the tavern before Lilias saw him. He was accompanied by two men, one tall and stout, in a stove-pipe hat and wearing a black waist coat and vest, the other, with a gleaming bald head and a bull neck, more coarsely dressed.
In a few minutes Lilias heard a knock at the door, and then Gravier opened it and entered without waiting for her response. The two men followed him, accompanied by a third, wearing a blue-patterned bandanna tied loosely around his neck. She remembered having seen him in the lobby when they had entered the tavern.
“Gentlemen, may I present Madame Nichols,” Gravier said in French.
The men bowed, and Lilias nodded in response.
Gravier extended his hand to Lilias grandly, and she moved forward and took it.
“Have a seat, gentlemen,” he said, and when the men had seated themselves he held Lilias's hand at arm's length and walked in a circle about the room guiding her between the seated men and then to the door and back, almost as though they were dancing a quadrille. Gravier brought Lilias to a stop finally as if she were a show pony. She stood in the center of the parlor, a few feet in front of her seated audience.
“Now, gentlemen,” Gravier said, “you may examine Madame Nichols more closely before we move to the next stage of this evening's proceedings.”
The tall stout man in black, now minus his top hat, motioned for Lilias to approach him. She stepped forward hesitantly. He leaned forward in his chair, reached out and took her hand. She moved toward him, so close, finally, that her stomach pressed against his chin as his hands explored the backs of her legs. She felt his fingers through the thin cloth of her dress and realized suddenly why Gravier had insisted that she wear a dress that did not require crinolines. The man leaned down and she felt his soft, flabby hands on her bare ankles. His right hand began to move up the inside of her right leg. She could feel his fingers running under the dress along the naked skin until they nestled in the crevice between her legs. As always, Lilias wore no underpants, and she could feel the man's hand against the soft skin of her groin. His finger began to work its way inside the opening of her vulva, and she shifted her feet further apart to give him entry.
“That's it,” he said, “open up. Just a little more now.” He pressed his finger harder into her, and she felt it slide inside. “Now squeeze,” he said.
Lilias squeezed the lips of her vulva together around the probing finger. The finger thrust deeper, then withdrew slightly, then went deeper once more. She uttered an involuntary gasp when the man's finger touched the nether reaches of her vagina and he began to flick it rapidly against the tiny crevice at the end of her tunnel. She squeezed again, and the man slid his finger out of her and ran his hand slowly along the inside of the thigh and down the length of her leg to her ankle before releasing her and leaning back in his chair, exhaling audibly.
The balding man in the next chair motioned for Lilias to approach him. She moved to him and stopped when his hand touched her thigh. He moved his hand up over her hip to her waist. He pulled her down toward him, and lifted her dress as she sank to one knee. The man reached down and took the hem of Lilias's dress in his hand and raised it until her entire leg was exposed all the way to her waist. He ran his hand along the curve of her hip. She felt the hard calluses on his fingers as he caressed her buttock, gently squeezing a handful of soft, smooth flesh. Then his fingers moved down between her buttocks, along the underside of her groin. She felt the callous on his finger slip along the crevice of her vulva. A second calloused finger joined the first, and the two digits pressed the lips of her organ apart until she could feel them spread wide and begin to cool as her vaginal fluids started to evaporate. The hard edge of the man's finger fluttered against the opening of Lilias's vulva, and she felt a wetness once more as her vaginal fluids began to flow in response to his touch. His finger slipped inside her. It felt like hard leather. This time she squeezed without being prompted. She could feel every joint in his finger as the walls of her vagina pressed against his probing digit. He slid his finger back out of her and pulled the hem of her dress back down over her hip until her leg was concealed once more. Then he moved his hand up to her neckline and slid it down inside the low-cut front of her dress. She leaned forward so that he could see down inside of her dress as his hands caressed the nipple of her right breast. While he held her breast with one hand, he took her left hand with the other and slid it down to his crotch. She felt the long hard cylinder of his organ. He pressed her hand hard against the bulge in his trousers. She squeezed it, and felt it move under her touch, straining as if seeking to escape into the shelter of her hand.
Then the man withdrew his hand from her bodice, and she moved her hand away from his crotch and leaned back. He reached out and took both her hands in his and raised her to her feet, and she turned her head to the third man. He leaned forward and took her hand and pulled her to his side. The tug of his hand told her that he wanted her to kneel beside his chair. As she went down on one knee the man raised the hem of her dress with both hands so that her thighs were uncovered. He looked directly at her exposed pubis. Then he looked up at her face and jerked his head to one side. He wanted her to open her legs so that he could examine her groin. She felt like an animal on display at a livestock sale, but she descended to her knees and then spread them wide apart so that he could look directly at her pubic area as she knelt on the floor in front of him. He crooked his finger, and she raised her buttocks off of her heels and knelt upright before him. He bunched the skirt of her dress up in front of her stomach and motioned for her to hold it in place, and she did. Then he slipped his finger inside of her vagina and pressed it as deep as it would go and held it in place. She squeezed the lips of her vulva tight once more, as she had for the other two men. She felt the finger begin to withdraw from her, and she gripped it tighter still with the walls of her vagina until it slipped out of her. The man then raised the glistening digit to her lips and pressed it against them.
“Suck,” he said.
She opened her lips and took the soiled finger inside of her mouth and began to suck as she had been bidden. The taste of her fluids was acrid and salty, and she ran her tongue around the finger and washed the last of her juices into her mouth. As she sucked, the man moved his finger deeper into her mouth, probing as far as he could go. She swirled her tongue around the finger as it moved against her tongue, and followed his hand with her mouth as he began to withdraw his finger. Finally she released the finger, and it slid from her mouth and back to the crevice of her vulva. She thrust her hips forward, and he entered her with his finger once more. She felt her vaginal juices flow. Her pubic hair began to grow wet at the entrance to her vulva. She felt the finger withdraw from her once more. This time she bent her head down to meet it, and began sucking on it before he could raise it above the level of the arm of the chair.
The man removed his finger from her mouth while she was still bent over it and motioned for her to get back up to her feet. Lilias let her dress fall so that it covered her legs once more, and, with the man's assistance, rose to her feet and returned to the doctor's side.
“Now, gentlemen,” Gravier said, still speaking in French, “what am I bid?”
The first bid came from the last man who had examined Lilias, but it was quickly followed by another from the man in the black coat. Soon the bids came so fast that Lilias could not keep track of them, one Napoleon, two, two and a half. The cost of the suite had been one-quarter of one Napoleon gold piece, the equivalent of five dollars. Lilias could not believe that these men were willing to bid so much for a few hours of her company, no matter what they intended to do with her in that time.
As the bidding continued, it began to occur to Lilias that the bids might not be just to possess her for a few hours. What if Gravier was selling her to them permanently? He had warned her that she might stay on St. Paul Island.
The bids continued to rise, but now more slowly, and in smaller increments, as each man seemed to be calculating his bid against the gain that he expected to realize. Lilias was more fearful than ever that she was being sold to the highest bidder as a permanent possession. She began to look with increasing apprehension at the faces of each of the bidders, searching now for some sign of kindness. The only looks that greeted her beseeching gaze, however, were greed and lust.
“Sold,” Gravier said. Lilias followed the doctor's eyes. The man in the black waistcoat extended his hand to her. She reached her hand out to him, but he shook his head and motioned her closer and extended his hand once more, toward her lips. With a start, Lilias realized that this creature expected her to kiss his hand. He motioned to her impatiently to fall to her knees in front of him and extended his hand to where her lips would be if she did so. Lilias looked desperately at Gravier, who fixed her with a stern gaze that as much as said that she was to get on her knees and be quick about it if she did not want to annoy him. Lilias knelt. She looked at the thick fingers, still extended imperiously, a large gold ring with a ruby inset, now just a few inches from her face. She let her eyes stray to the face of the creature. His eyes glistened. They appeared small and sunken in the surrounding flesh of his cheeks and eyebrows. Tiny bubbles of spittle fluttered on his lips with each breath he took. Lilias felt Gravier's eyes on her. She raised her hand and took the pudgy fingers in hers, bowed her head, and pressed her lips against the creases in the joints of the creature's fingers.
“More,” the creature said, motioning her forward and parting his knees so that the bulge in his trousers, which she had not noticed before, rose before her startled eyes like a pole holding up a tent. The creature's hands framed the teepee between his thighs and invited her forward. She stole a glance at Gravier. He frowned and glanced quickly toward the man's lap. Lilias lowered her eyes until they rested on the man's erection. Conscious of Gravier's harsh gaze upon her, she reached out with both hands and caressed the cloth-encased tower of flesh with her fingers. As she stroked the organ through the fabric of the man's trousers she saw a damp spot begin to form on the garment just at the tip of the organ.
Lilias knew that the man would be angry if he saw that her hesitation had caused him to soil himself. Quickly she felt for the buttons on the man's trousers and began to undo them. She could feel the shaft of the man's organ tremble and twitch with each touch of her fingers. As each button came undone, more of the flesh of the man's growing erection began to protrude through the opening. At first there was only a gradual curve of soft white skin. Then a pink ridge emerged, then another, and Lilias realized that the man's foreskin had peeled back from the force of his erection. As Lilias loosed the last button, the sopping-wet bulbous pink head of the enormous penis bobbed out of the opening and nestled into the palm of her hand.
The creature motioned her forward with his hands. His breath came in heavy wheezing gasps now. Lilias fixed her gaze on the huge knob of pink flesh that crowned the thick shaft of the man's organ as a trickle of clear fluid leaked out of the crevice at the very tip of the instrument and dribbled into her hand. She moved her head forward. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the man on her left lean closer, his fascinated gaze fixed on her lips as she parted them and brought them to within a fraction of an inch of the tip of the drooling penis. Lilias raised her eyes to the face of the creature and stuck her tongue out until it touched the slippery flesh of the knob. It was as smooth as the finest silk. She was amazed that a body part of such a creature could have such a perfect feature. She held her tongue under the tip of the organ and felt the trickle of fluid spread over its surface. The penis twitched, and a new gush of fluid ran onto her tongue. The smooth skin of the knob excited her, and she felt her saliva begin to flow around the lower edges of her tongue. She locked her eyes onto the eyes of the creature and pressed her face forward. Her lips surrounded the knob of the creature's penis. The silky smoothness of the knob felt perfect on her lips. She closed them on it gently, and began to suck. She sucked softly at first, and the creature began to whimper. He started to squirm his hips, and with each movement a new flow of fluid leaked into Lilias's mouth. Lilias opened her mouth as wide as she could and engulfed more of the creature's organ with her lips. The silky surface of the creature's knob now pressed against the insides of her cheeks, and she luxuriated in its smoothness as it rubbed back and forth in her mouth. She gulped as she had so many nights before, and to her amazement she was able to get almost half of the creature's penis past her lips. She began to suck in earnest now.
The creature began to hum, and then to whine, and then his organ began to pump. Lilias could feel the surges welling up from the center of the creature's crotch and rippling along the length of its shaft as it began to whimper once more. The first gush filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin, and she cupped her hand and caught the fluid with it before it could soil the creature's trousers. She swallowed quickly several times in succession, and the creature thrust his organ deep into her mouth and very nearly clogged her throat so that she could not drink down his ejaculate. She sucked hard in an attempt to placate him, but only succeeded in causing him to expel an even greater spurt of semen into her already overloaded mouth. The ejaculate poured from her mouth, and Lilias had to cup both hands to catch it. She swallowed and tried to keep from sucking again until she could catch up with the enormous flow, but it was no use. Each swallow created a new suction which in turn induced the creature to expel yet another jet of ejaculate into Lilias's mouth. She swallowed desperately as the organ thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth, plunging wildly now as the creature cried out in a mixture of pleasure at the ecstasy of watching Lilias's beautiful lips pull at his engorged organ, and agony, apparently at the realization that his orgasm must finally end.
The end came more quickly than either Lilias or the creature expected. One moment each movement of the creature's massive organ brought forth an enormous gush of ejaculate. The next moment, the rush of fluid diminished to a mere trickle, and Lilias was able to pull her lips away from the creature's knob and raise her liquid-filled hands to her mouth. She tilted her head back and drank down the pool of ejaculate that had accumulated in her cupped hands. The creature clapped his hands and laughed at the spectacle of Lilias lapping up the overflow of his ejaculate from her dripping fingers. He took his organ between his fingers and held it up before her lips and smiled happily as she applied her tongue to the tiny crevice in the tip of the knob where a small trickle of his fluids still dribbled out.
“More, more,” the creature said as Lilias licked his penis. Obediently, she engulfed the end of his shaft with her lips and sucked. Once more she felt on her lips the perfect soft skin that covered the knob of the creature's penis, and again it stimulated the flow of saliva from the glands in her cheeks. As she sucked, she moved her head back and forth, driving the organ deeper into her mouth so that she could feel the smooth flesh of the knob against the inside of her cheeks and then withdrawing it once more, sucking hard with each forward movement. The creature squirmed with delight and a low gurgle began to rumble in his throat and a trickle of drool formed on his lower lip and began to run into the crease of his chin.
“Let me see,” the creature said, wriggling his fingers at Lilias's dress.
Lilias looked down at her body and began to tug at the hem of her dress. Slowly the garment inched upward.
“Stand up,” the creature said, “so I can watch you.”
Lilias reluctantly let the creature's penis slip from her mouth, caressing the tip of the silky smooth knob with her lips as it slid past them. When the knob finally exited her mouth, she rose to her feet. She crossed her arms in front of her and bent down and grasped the hem of her dress and raised it slowly, revealing first her ankles, then her calves. The creature stared. The other men stared as well. She raised the dress higher. Now her thighs began to show. The creature licked his lips. She held the dress so that it just covered the crevice of her crotch and raised the corners so that her hips were fully revealed. Keeping the center of the dress dangling just below her pubis, she raised it further, until finally her rib cage was exposed and she could raise it no further without exposing her vulva. She moved her feet apart and slowly, tantalizingly, thrust her hips forward. Then she pulled the dress over her head in a single motion and dropped it behind her on the floor. She reached down and cupped her vulva with her left hand and thrust the middle finger of her right hand inside of it as deeply as it would go and thrust her hips toward the creature.
The creature gasped. Its eyes widened until Lilias thought they would explode. Lilias pulled her finger from the crevice and stuck it into her mouth and sucked on it. Then she reached down and spread the lips of her vulva apart and moved closer to the creature, straddling him as he slouched in his chair and pressing the lips of her vulva against his gaping mouth until he regained his senses and thrust his fat tongue into the pinkness of her vaginal tunnel.
Lilias maneuvered her clitoris until it rubbed against the creature's upper lip. He had not shaved very carefully, and the stubble of his beard stabbed the tender flesh of the tiny knob of her clitoris. She slid the clitoral button downward until it was safely within the soft confines of the creature's lips and pressed it hard against his mouth. The tiny organ began to pulsate. The sensation excited her so much that she shuddered. She felt the man's lips close around the flesh of her clitoris. For several minutes, she stood with the creature's lips tugging at the tiny rosebud of her clitoris. His tongue flicked over it again and again, and after a while she began to shudder with each flutter of his tongue. All at once a spasm of excitement swept over her. She felt pulse after pulse of pure rapture flow out of her clitoris and sweep through her lions. Her knees buckled, and in an instant she felt her vulva begin to spew a gentle stream of her fluid into the man's mouth. She thrust her hips hard against his face. His lips pressed firmly against her clitoris, and his tongue began to flick back and forth across the organ's tip. Lilias felt her clitoris begin to vibrate and in an instant her vagina started to pump its contents onto the man's lips as spasm after spasm of sheer ecstasy began to well up in her vulva and radiate deep into her vaginal cavity.
She dug her fingers deep into the man's hair and pressed her vulva against his face and began to moan. She felt the man's hands on her buttocks. His finger probed into her anus and she tried to relax her sphincter muscle and open herself to his touch. As she finally succeeded in relaxing the muscle, the man's finger penetrated deep inside her and she thrust her hips forward and cried out.
Before she knew what was happening, she felt the man's hand on her pelvis. He pushed her away from his face and spun her around, forcing her to her knees with her back to him. As her hands touched the floor she felt him pull her hips upward and she raised herself so that she knelt with her hips elevated and her knees planted wide apart, the lips of her vulva swollen and splayed and wet. In an instant she felt the man's organ, limber and supple now, not stiff and fully engorged, as it had been when she had taken it into her mouth, rub against the soft lips of her vulva. She bent down and touched her head to the floor to keep her balance while she reached back between her legs with both hands and gently spread the lips of her vulva to accept the probing knob of the creature's organ. The creature was on his knees behind her. He had shed his trousers. She could feel the hairy front of his thighs pressed against the soft skin of the backs of her legs. His fleshy paunch pressed against her soft buttocks. His hands gripped her pelvis and pulled her hard against him as he tried to force his organ inside her. Her fingers pulled the lips of her vulva as far apart as she could. She pressed her buttocks against him and tried to engulf his organ with her vulva.
Try as she might, Lilias could not get the creature's penis to stiffen.
“Do it from the front,” she said. “If you can look at my face while you take me, it will make you hard.”
“You're right,” he said. “Turn over and lie on your back.”
Lilias sank to the floor and bent her knees and turned over onto her back. She gripped her knees with her hands and pulled them apart. She thrust her hips upward.
“There,” she said. “Isn't that better?”
The creature knelt over her, fondling his organ with his hand.
“It looks better,” he said. “Let's see how it feels.”
He lowered himself onto Lilias and she felt the knob of his half-stiff penis press once more against the entrance of her vulva. She reached down and stretched the lips of her opening as wide apart as she could. The knob slid part way into the opening and stopped, wedged sideways.
“It's still not working,” the creature said. “Why can't you do something to make it hard?”
“It got hard when you put it in my mouth,” Lilias said. “Maybe that's what you need to get hard.”
The man in the dark waistcoat looked up at Dr. Gravier with an exasperated expression on his face. “This is not what I paid for,” he said. “I was promised a , a woman capable of giving an erection to a grape. I want my money back.”
“No refunds,” Gravier said. “You had a chance to examine the merchandise before you made your bid. But perhaps . . .”
“What?” the creature demanded.
“Perhaps one of these other gentlemen would be willing to make a bid for your property.”
“That's a good idea,” the creature said, rising to his feet. “Which one of you wants to bid for her?”
“I'll give you one Napoleon,” the man from the lobby said.
“One Napoleon?” the creature cried. “I paid five.”
“And look what you've done with her,” the man replied. “Who wants to follow you after the mess you've made of her?”
“What about you?” the creature said to the other man.
“Why should I help you out? Take her downstairs and sell her in the bar.”
Lilias recoiled. Her stomach tightened and she reached for her dress and hugged it to her breast.
The creature looked at Gravier. “Well,” he said, “what about it?”
“What about what?” Gravier asked.
“Can I take her down to the bar and sell her there?”
“Don't be a fool,” Gravier said.
Lilias looked at him gratefully. The man had a tiny streak of decency after all.
Gravier smiled at her.
“You can't have a public auction,” he continued, “but I don't see why you couldn't invite the men over to her table to 'have an intimate word or two' with her.”
Lilias's heart sank.
“Yes,” the creature said, reaching down and taking Lilias's hand. “And if their fingers strayed under her skirt. . .” He raised her to her feet and slid his hand down her thigh. “Put your dress on,” he said. “We're going down to the bar.”
Lilias looked pleadingly at Gravier. The doctor returned her gaze with a cold stare as a malevolent smile played about his lips. Lilias felt her will weaken. She lifted her dress above her head and slipped it on, wriggling and tugging the narrow waistline over her breasts and smoothing it into place and fastening the hooks at the front of the bodice.
The men waited while Lilias stood in front of the mirror and straightened her hair. She wished she had brought a comb, but she removed and then carefully replaced her hairpins, and in a few minutes she had restored her coiffure to nearly its original condition. She took one last look in the mirror, brushed a stray strand of hair back into place with her hand, and turned to the creature and took his arm. He patted her hand affectionately and, when the man from the lobby opened the door, the creature escorted her into the hallway.
When they reached the bar, the creature led the parade to a table in the far corner and seated Lilias with her back to the wall where she was nearly concealed from view by a china cabinet. “That's very good, my dear,” the creature said. “Now when they look over your way, be sure to smile prettily. You know what I mean. Like you can't wait to . . . Well, ahem, you know what I mean.”
“We'll sit over here,” Gravier volunteered, motioning to a nearby table.
“Good, good,” the creature said. “Give the paying customers a little privacy.” With that he hurried away along the length of the bar and began to talk to a man in a crushed sea captain's hat who was seated at a table.
Lilias tried not to look directly at the two men as they talked, but out of the corner of her eye she saw the seated man look in her direction, and at that she turned her face toward him and smiled. He got up from his seat and followed the creature. Lilias looked down at the tabletop. She kept her eyes lowered as the stranger sat in the chair next to her and said in a soft voice in French, “You have something to show me, n'est ce pas?”
Lilias kept her eyes lowered. She moved her legs to one side and pulled her dress up, so that the man could see her bare thigh. He pushed the table cloth aside so he could get a better look, and placed his hand on the front of her thigh, pushing the dress higher, to the top of her thigh, past her hip, above her waist. He stared at the soft white skin of her belly and slid his hand across her hip and nestled it between her legs. His hand pressed on the inside of her thigh. She moved her legs apart and watched the crooked smile spread across his face as he leered at her naked loins.
“That's enough,” the creature said, sitting down on the other side of Lilias. “How much will you pay?”
“One Napoleon,” the man replied.
“One Napoleon?” the creature exclaimed, pulling the dress up higher until Lilias's belly button showed. “Look at that,” he said, slipping his finger inside of her vulva. “It's practically begging you to let it squeeze you to death.” He moved his finger in a circular motion inside of Lilias's vagina, and she involuntarily raised her hips off of the chair in response.
The man stared at Lilias's vulva as she squeezed the lips tightly around the creature's finger. “Two Napoleons then,” he said, “but she has to suck me off too.”
“Three,” the creature said.
“For three she has to do me and my friends,” the man said, beginning to rise from the table.
The creature looked worried. He placed his hand on the man's arm. “Two for you, and one for each of your friends,” he said, “and you can bring as many of your friends as you want. The more the better.”
The man looked at Lilias's face. He placed his hand on her thigh once more. “You will do me and my friends?” he asked her, nodding toward the bar where four rough-looking seamen stood quaffing their drinks.
Lilias lowered her eyes and said nothing. In her mind's eye she could visualize two of the men standing over her as she sprawled naked on the floor, while the other three penetrated her from every side. The creature placed his hand under her chin and raised her head. She looked into his slitted eyes.
“The man asked you a question,” he said.
Once more Lilias felt as if a force outside of herself was influencing her actions. She stole a sideways glance a Gravier's face and thought immediately about his threat to leave her on the island if she was not “compliant.” She nodded almost imperceptibly. The man in the crushed hat squeezed her thigh and got up from the table. The creature placed his hand on the back of Lilias's chair, and she smoothed her dress back over her legs. Then she stood up and took his arm.
In a few minutes Lilias and the creature had negotiated the stairs and hallway and were back in the suite. The creature closed the door and said, “You may as well take the dress off now. No telling what those brutes will do to the dress if you are wearing it when they arrive.”
She removed the dress without speaking and took it into the other room and hung it on a wooden peg in a wardrobe. She heard a knock at the door, and when she re-entered the parlor the five men from the bar were filing into the middle of the room. Several of them smiled greedily as she stepped through the doorway completely naked except for her dainty high-heeled slippers, and the creature motioned for her to come to his side. The man with the crushed hat counted six Napoleons into the creature's hand.
“How do you want her first?” the creature asked. “I can recommend her mouth most highly,” he said, fondling his crotch as he laughed.
“Bend over that table over there,” the man in the crushed hat said to Lilias, “and pull your cunt open.” He took her hand and led her to the table, pushing her down so that her breasts pressed against the lacquered surface. No sooner had she reached back and pulled the lips of her vulva apart, when she felt the penis of the first man enter her. There was no ceremony, no foreplay, not even a word, just two calloused hands on her hips and the sudden thrust of his organ into her vagina and the rough grunt as he shoved it home. Lilias reached across the tabletop and gripped the far edge as the man's thrusts pounded her pelvis against the table. She felt his hands grip her hips and pull her hard against him, and his organ penetrated deep inside her vagina and started to pulsate. In another instant it was over. He pulled out of her and before she knew it another man had taken his place. She felt the hands on her pelvis, the tug that pulled her onto his shaft, and the deep thrust of his organ far into her wet vagina.
“Stop,” she cried. “You can't all take me like this. You'll make me pregnant.”
“So what?” said the man behind her, thrusting deeper still into her vagina.
“Let me get on my knees,” she pleaded as the man continued to shove his organ into her. “Empty yourselves into my mouth first. Each of you. Give me a chance to avoid becoming pregnant. Let me suck out most of your seed, then you can have me this way all you want.”
The man leaned forward, pressing his body against Lilias's back and flattening her against the tabletop. He placed his hand on her chin and turned her head so she could see his face out of the corner of her eye. She could smell the absinth on his breath as he said, “I'm having you the way I want now, and I'll watch you take it in your mouth later as well, when I want. But at this moment I want to feel the lips of your cunt squeezing my cock.” With that he placed his hand against the side of Lilias's face and pressed it hard against the tabletop. “Squeeze,” he said, “now!”
Lilias squeezed the lips of her vulva closed against the sides of the man's penis as he shoved it into her again and again. Each time he thrust into her she felt her toes lift off of the floor and her vaginal tunnel fill with the fullness of his erection. When she squeezed his organ, he released her head from his grip and leaned back and said, “That's more like it,” and thrust fiercely into her once more.
As the man continued to pump his organ into her vagina, Lilias heard a knock at the door. There was a sound of voices, and the door opened, and then closed once more. She stole a look at the doorway and saw Dr. Gravier talking to the creature. As she watched, Gravier and the creature crossed the parlor and stood at the end of the table and looked at her as the man behind her continued to have his way with her. Finally Gravier leaned down and placed his lips next to her ear and spoke.
“This gentleman has expressed an interest in acquiring you permanently. He has made me a very generous offer. He thinks you could earn him a great deal of money here on this island.”
Lilias felt her heart pounding. The pulse in her temples raced so fast that she felt as if she would lose consciousness. She gripped the edge of the table and forced herself to remain alert. Gravier continued to speak.
“I think you should consider making me a better offer,” he said. “Think about it,” he added, “while you entertain these gentlemen. When I return in an hour or two you can tell me what you are prepared to offer to return to the Delphine.”
With that, Gravier turned and spoke briefly to the creature, then left the suite. As the door closed behind Gravier, the man who was having sex with her suddenly began to cry out in a loud voice, “That's it, it's coming, that's it.”
His strokes began to quicken, and she felt the now-familiar pulsating in the shaft that penetrated her that signaled the onset of his orgasm. She struggled to pull her vulva free from his penis so that he would not ejaculate inside her, but he mistook her movements for passion and held her down on the table as he aimed thrust after thrust into her unprotected vagina. In an instant she realized that it was too late. The spasms in the man's organ quickened, the shaft leaped inside her, and she felt the first jet of ejaculate burst from the knob of his penis as the organ throbbed repeatedly and uncontrollably.
“Squeeze it ,” the man growled, and Lilias tightened the muscles of her vulva and squeezed the last of the man's ejaculation from his organ into her vagina. As the man pressed his organ deep inside of her vagina, Lilias remembered that Gravier had told her that he did not want to have her on the ship pregnant. She wondered why he had changed his mind, and had left her here, knowing that she was taking these men into her vagina. Suddenly, it dawned on her. Her heart sank. Gravier didn't care any longer whether she became pregnant or not. He seriously intended to sell her to the creature and leave her on the island.
“Me next,” the man in the crushed hat said. “I'll have your mouth,” he added. “These sons have slopped up your cunt so much it's not worth having.”
He rolled Lilias over onto her back as the other man withdrew from her and pulled her down from the table. She settled to her knees as soon as her feet touched the floor. He already had his organ out of his trousers and held it in his hand directly in front of her mouth.
“Open up,” he said. “You wanted it in your mouth so bad; now let's see what you can do with it.”
Lilias took the man's organ in her hand, parted her lips and guided it between them until the head of the organ was inside her mouth. Then she began to milk the shaft slowly with her fingers, pulling at it like the teat of a cow, urging it gently to discharge its load into her mouth. With each movement of her hand she felt the head of the man's organ twitch in her mouth. She tilted her head back, looked up into his eyes and opened her lips so that he could see the knob of his organ inside her mouth as she manipulated it with her fingers and swirled her tongue around its circumference again and again. As she moved her fingers along the man's shaft, she felt him strain to force his ejaculate into her mouth, but still nothing came forth. She quickened the pace of her strokes, moving her hand more rapidly and closing her lips once more. She began to suck on the man's organ, slowly at first, then more rapidly, more vigorously. Each time she sucked she thrust the organ deeper into her mouth, then withdrew it slightly, before repeating the process. She could feel the first stirrings of the man's orgasm with her fingers before she detected the uncontrolled spasms along the length of his shaft with her lips. In an instant the first burst of ejaculate shot into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, plunging the organ deep into her mouth and squeezing her lips tightly against the shaft as she sucked as hard as she could.
“Mon Dieu,” the man said, and thrust his pelvis forward violently, sending the head of his penis into the back of her mouth as another jet of semen burst forth from the tiny slit at the tip of the organ. The warm liquid trickled down her throat. She swallowed, sucking hard as she did so, and drew still more of his ejaculate into her mouth. She milked the shaft vigorously with her lips now, moving her head forward and back as her mouth slid along his shaft, pulling still more of his semen out of it, and swirled her tongue around the knob of his penis as she drew her head back enough to give her tongue sufficient room to do its work. The spasms of the man's organ continued, as did his groans, but the flow of ejaculate slowed, and then dried up. Although the man continued to pump his hips and strain to force more of his semen through his shaft and into her mouth, Lilias knew that he was finished.
Still she continued to suck. Each time she did he tried to force his organ all the way to the back of her mouth. She moved her head carefully each time to prevent his penis from penetrating all the way into her throat and squeezed with her lips along the length of his shaft, looking into his eyes and nodding her head slightly to encourage him to continue thrusting into her mouth.
“Enough,” he said finally. “You're insatiable. You've drained me dry.” He pulled his penis from her mouth and watched her as she licked the residue of his ejaculate from the shaft of his organ, moving her head all the way to the side and then beneath it so that she could lick the underside of the organ without moving it.
Finally, Lilias settled back onto her heels and looked up at the man in the crushed hat. She managed a weak smile. “Now wasn't that better than this,” she said, sliding both hands down her belly and letting her fingers slip through the fine strands of her pubic hair.
“I don't know, do I?” he said. “You haven't let me try that yet.” Then he smiled too. “But I don't see how it could be any better than your sweet lips,” he concluded.
“I want your mouth, too,” one of the two men who had not yet had his turn with Lilias said, elbowing the man in the crushed hat aside.
The man who spoke was young and slender, probably no more than 25 years old. He wore a short, dark-blue jacket that was too big for him. He had a shock of dark hair that almost covered his eyes. She lowered her gaze. He was already undoing the buttons on the front of his trousers. She felt his hand caress the side of her head. She looked up. His hand slid down to her cheek. His other hand pulled his member out of his trousers. He tugged it toward her lips. She looked into his eyes. They were deep blue. He shook his head slowly, almost sadly, and the expression on his face softened. The other men had taken her quickly, as if wanting to satisfy themselves before her favors were withdrawn. This young man made her feel like only the two of them were in the room together.
Lilias nuzzled the knob of the young man's penis. She felt the slippery liquid that coated its surface rub off on her cheek. She turned her head and pressed her lips to the tip of his organ, feeling its wetness. The tip of her tongue darted out from between her teeth. She tasted him. His juices had a slightly salty, musky taste. She licked him hungrily, her tongue lapping up the liquid on the head of his penis as she applied it repeatedly to the soft, tender surface. Finally, she opened her mouth and moved her lips forward until they enveloped his shaft. Then she closed them and began to suck. She placed her hands on his hips, grasping his buttocks tightly, and pulled him toward her, urging him to make love to her mouth, wanting him. He began to move his hips, slowly, deliberately. She could feel his fullness moving against the walls of her cheeks and she pressed her tongue and the insides of her cheeks against the surface of his shaft and sucked again and again as he moved in and out of her mouth. She luxuriated in the feel of his organ against the tender softness of the inside of her mouth. She loved the way her mouth transmitted every sensation, touch, taste, feel, to her senses. It was much more discriminating than any other part of her body, including her vagina or her anus, and she found herself transported by her enjoyment of sucking on this young man’s penis. She raised her eyes and looked into the young man's face. His gaze was locked on her lips as they worked around the surface of his shaft. She sucked, and watched his face contort with pleasure. She sucked again. His face responded. Each time she sucked, she pulled his hips toward her. When he responded by thrusting deeper, she opened her eyes wider and sucked harder, signaling to him how much she welcomed his organ into her mouth.
Out of the sides of her eyes, Lilias could see the other men standing in a circle, staring at her mouth as her lips clutched at the young man's penis. She tried to ignore them, forcing her gaze back onto the handsome face of the young man. It was no use. She could sense their eyes on her. Worse than that, she could hear their remarks.
“Wants him bad, doesn't she?”
“Don't take it so hard, sweetheart.”
“I'm going to reach down and grab her cunt. See how she likes that.”
This last remark was followed immediately by a hand on her buttocks, which slid down to the lips of her vulva and began to rub against them until they opened and she felt a finger slip inside.
The young man reached down and caressed Lilias's face. She leaned her head against his hand and rubbed her cheek against it to encourage him to continue. He responded by thrusting his penis deeper between her lips, and she sucked and pressed her hands against his buttocks, forcing him deeper still into her now almost completely filled mouth.
Despite her urgings, the young man seemed no nearer to orgasm than when he had first started, and Lilias moved her head more vigorously, sliding her lips up and down his bulging shaft and squeezing them tight against the soft flesh of his organ. She looked once more into his eyes and sucked extraordinarily hard, and felt the first rumblings of his eruption as the shaft between her lips began to twitch. In another instant, the head of the young man's penis began to plunge wildly inside her mouth, and in a moment she felt the warm gush of his ejaculation pour across her tongue and seep down into the crevice next to her gums. She swallowed eagerly, pushing his hips hard with her hands, pressing his pelvis against her face. His thrusts became more excited, more spasmodic, and she heard him moan. She pulled her head back and watched his face contort with pleasure each time he expelled another jet of ejaculate from the tip of his penis into her eagerly sucking mouth. His eyes met hers, and she widened her eyes and nodded her head to encourage him to continue thrusting into her mouth. His next thrust reached the back of her mouth, and she opened her throat to accommodate him. He thrust deeper. She could feel the organ begin to enter her throat and she pressed her head forward to force it deeper, feeling it slide along the sides of her throat as another spasm shot a jet of ejaculate directly down the channel of her open throat.
She could faintly hear the continued comments of the other men.
“Look how deep she's taking it.”
“She's going to swallow you alive, boy.”
“Pull him back, quick, before he disappears.”
Finally the young man began to withdraw his penis from Lilias's throat. She wrapped her lips tightly around it and kept it inside her mouth as she continued to suck on it. Although it remained stiff, she could not draw any more semen from it, and in an instant she felt the organ pull out of her mouth as one of the men shoved the young man aside and pulled Lilias to her feet.
“No!” Lilias heard herself cry as she was brutally pulled away from the young man’s penis.
“Enough of this sucking,” the other man said roughly. “Open up your cunt.”
Disconsolantly, Lilias found her eyes filling with tears as she reacted instinctively to the threatening treatment by reaching down fearfully and pulling the lips of her vulva apart.
“That's the way,” the man said. “Now lay back over that hassock, and push your pelvis up toward the ceiling.”
Lilias sat on the hassock and leaned back until her shoulders rested on the carpet. She looked up at the man who straddled her open legs. He gripped his penis in his fist and knelt down. She was bent back so far that she could not see her vagina, but she could feel his penis press against its wet lips. She reached down and touched the lips of her vulva with her fingertips and pulled them further apart, and felt him slip inside. His hardness filled the channel of her vagina. She felt the full weight of his body press firmly against her pelvis and she exhaled. His hands rimmed her breasts and he gripped them tightly.
“Squeeze it, cunt,” he said.
Lilias blinked away her tears and squeezed the lips of her vulva around the shaft of the man's penis. She felt the sides of the tunnel of her vagina close around it as well, and the man groaned with pleasure.
“Is that what you want me to do?” she asked.
“Keep it up,” he said, “until I come.”
He thrust hard into her, and Lilias squeezed once more. She felt the tip of his penis press against a sensitive knob at the end of her vaginal tunnel, and she thrust her hips upward in response. A groan escaped her lips. She arched her back and thrust again.
“Squeeze,” the man said.
She squeezed and arched her back again. The man thrust harder into her. Then he began to pump his hips with an almost frantic energy. She heard him begin to pant. His breath came in gasps. He grunted now, as if he had lost the power of speech. She felt the knob of his penis pounding now at the bulbous little protrusion at the end of her vaginal channel. In an instant she knew that it was too late for her to escape. She felt the gush of his ejaculation fill her vagina, and in spite of her fear of pregnancy she arched her back once more and thrust her pelvis hard against his. Her own orgasm came a moment later. She cried out and pressed her fingers deep into the pink flesh of her vulva as wave after wave of convulsion wracked her body. The tips of her fingers flicked along the surface of her clitoris and she squeezed the man's penis so tightly with the sides of her vagina that she forced a groan from his lips.
“Aaaaggghh! She's got me,” the man cried, as she closed the lips of her vulva around his shaft one more time and tightened her stomach muscles as her body writhed with pleasure. She felt the man's hands press hard against her breasts, and then his penis began to slide back out of her vagina. She tried to grip it with the lips of her vagina. It continued to escape, but she knew that her efforts were almost certainly squeezing the last drops of the man's ejaculate out of his penis and into the tunnel of her vagina, and she shuddered with the thought of the possible consequences of allowing the man to penetrate her so deeply.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur. The five men took Lilias again and again, choosing new positions for her. Sometimes they took her two at a time, usually in her mouth and her vagina. Once three of them tried to take her at once. They could not work out the positions, however, and soon the man who had penetrated her anus gave up and stood over her face and ejaculated on it instead as she continued to suck on the penis of one of his companions. Just as the man had cried out a warning that he was coming, Lilias had pulled her lips away from the penis that was already in her mouth and enveloped the ejaculating penis with them. Her mouth filled, and she swallowed eagerly. In a few seconds she had drained all of the man's ejaculate from his shaft, and she returned her lips to the shaft of her original suitor just in time to receive the full force of his ejaculation into her mouth as well. The two men who had lost in the bidding for her became caught up in the frenzy. They too paid one Napoleon each to take their turns with her .
By the time the doctor returned and the last man left the room, it was growing dark. Exhausted, Lilias pulled herself erect in front of the small table that stood below the mirror and examined her face in the glass. Her shoulders sagged. Her hair was disheveled. She felt for her hairpins. Half of them were gone. Her face was smeared with ejaculate. It was everywhere, even in her hair. She tried to straighten her hair. She managed to get some of it back into place, but long strands continued to dangle about her face. She picked up the washcloth from the basin. It was fresh water. How she longed for the touch of fresh water on her skin. The doctor grabbed her hand.
“Leave it,” he said. “I want them to see you like this when you leave the lobby.”
“No,” she said, “I won't go back to the ship looking like this. They'll know what you have done to me.”
“If you get to the ship,” Gravier replied. “It will be dark. You can cover your face with a shawl.”
“What do you mean 'if I get to the ship?” Lilias said, her apprehension growing.
“You remember me telling you that I had a very generous offer for you to stay on the island.”
“Yes,” she said, catching her breath and unable to say more.
“I said I would entertain a counter offer from you before I decided whether to sell you or not. You can see how much money the man who bought you made from your sexual services just today. I am willing to hear what you will offer to return to the Delphine instead of remaining here and continuing life as a fishing-village , for which you appear to be admirably suited.”
Lilias was stunned. She was exhausted. Her mind would not function.
“What do you want?” she asked simply.
“What do I want?” Gravier repeated. “I want you to stroll naked at my side around the ship. To get on your knees when I motion to you and take me into your mouth and bring me to climax with the whole crew of the Delphine watching. To see you sit naked on the rail with your back to the ocean and open your legs to me and beg me to take you no matter who is watching. To cry out before the crew with disappointment when I withdraw from your mouth without ejaculating, and plead with me to re-enter your mouth in front of them.”
Lilias's heart sank. She recoiled from Gravier.
“You can't be serious,” she said.
“You asked me what I want. That's it. Now let me hear what you are prepared to offer.”
“I will,” she began, than hesitated, trying to think of something that would satisfy Gravier's need for her to debase herself publicly, yet not jeopardize her hold over the crew of the Delphine. “I will alter another of my dresses, with a slit in the front next time. I will sit next to you at dinner with the other officers and allow your hands to rest between my naked legs under the cover of the dress. If we are left alone in a room I will raise the dress and bend over with my back to you and let you penetrate me in whatever manner you wish, as much as you want, or, if we are not left alone, I will slip away with you, two or three times during an evening, if we can, and find a dark corner or an empty cabin and let you take me however you wish.”
“Not enough,” Gravier said. “You can stay here.”
Lilias's breath caught in her chest. She stared at Gravier's impassive face.
“Wait,” she said. “I will let you take me to the Chesapeake and sell me to the other officers.”
“And the crew?”
“Not the crew.”
“Why not?”
“The officers can be sworn to secrecy. If you sell me to the crew of the Chesapeake, word will spread to the marines on the Delphine, and then to my crew.”
“Still not enough,” he said.
“What then?” she asked.
“You let me take you ashore when we reach Melbourne and sell you to the highest bidders for as many nights as I wish.”
“For one night,” she countered.
“Let me have your dress,” he said.
“Why?” she said, her lip quivering.
“You won't need it. You're staying here.”
“No,” she cried, falling to her knees and gripping his hand in both of hers. “I'll let you sell me in Melbourne for,” she hesitated, “for as many nights as you wish.”
“That's better,” he said, pulling her to her feet.”
“Let me wash my face first,” she said.
“Leave it the way it is. I have plans for you. I want them to see you in the lobby the way you are now. Now get your dress on and come with me through the lobby -- unless you'd prefer to remain here.”
“No,” she said, finally.
“No what?” he asked.
“You're bluffing,” she said. “You can't leave me here. Waddell won't permit it.”
“Of course he will,” Gravier said, but his expression changed. He looked less sure of himself.
“Then leave me,” she said. “Take the dress.”
She handed the dress to Gravier.
Gravier stared at the dress, but did not move to take it from her.
“Keep the dress,” he said finally. “I won't sell you to the other officers or on the waterfront in Melbourne.”
“But you like the idea of having me available to you when we can steal a moment?” Lilias smiled in spite of herself.
“Don't you?” he asked.
Lilias realized that the idea of having Gravier's hand between her legs at dinner, with no one the wiser, of stolen intervals of sexual congress in dark corners or momentarily vacant rooms, excited her.
“Yes,” she said, taking his hand in hers and pulling it to her pubis. She thrust her hips forward against his probing finger, and felt it enter her vulva. She let a low sigh escape her lips and reached down for his crotch.
“And perhaps you will let me sell you to one or two of the more attractive officers on the Chesapeake?”
“Not likely,” she responded. Her fingers tugged the buttons on the front of his trousers open.
His finger moved swiftly back and forth across Lilias's clitoris. She tilted her head back and groaned with pleasure.
“Not even if they are sworn to secrecy on their honor?” His finger fluttered more insistently across the tiny bulb of her clitoris and she moaned once more and squeezed his penis with her fingers.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, yes, yes.” She tugged harder on his penis and tried to lean her mouth down onto it.
“Yes, what?” Gravier asked, holding her head so that she could not reach his penis with her mouth while his finger continued to flick across the agitated surface of her throbbing clitoris. “Do you mean you will accept the attentions of Chesapeake officers?”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her neck straining now toward Gravier's organ. “Yes, please, yes!”
“Not here,” Gravier said. “Later, in the lobby.” Even as he spoke, however, his finger continued to press against Lilias's pulsating clitoris.
She looked up into his eyes, her face contorted with desire. “Now,” she said, “please, now.”
Gravier withdrew his finger from the surface of Lilias's clitoris. “When we get to the lobby,” he said, “you will get on your knees, with everyone's eyes on you, and then I will let you suck on it.”
“You're insane,” she said. “I'll never do something like that. Not even the commonest would do such a thing. Now let me go,” she continued, “I need to wash my face.”
“I told you no. Your face is just the way I want them to see it,” he responded, picking up a candlestick with a lighted candle and holding it in front of his chest. Lilias stared at the flame for a moment. “Put the dress on,” Gravier said, speaking in French for the first time since the men left the room.
Lilias stood motionless, still staring at the flame. The doctor continued to speak in French in a low, soothing voice. Slowly, Lilias unfolded the dress and slipped it down over her head and stood with her shoulders sagging while the doctor fastened the buttons at the back. She looked at her face in the mirror once more. Most of the streaks of semen were milk white. They would stand out even it the dim light of the lamps in the lobby. No one would be able to mistake what they were. Defiantly, she grabbed the washcloth and raised it to her face.
“Put it down,” Gravier commanded, still speaking French, the tone of his voice sharp and clear.
Lilias tried to move her hand to her face, and found that she could not. Instead she felt her fingers release their grip on the cloth, and it fell into the basin with a splash that showered water onto the small table. A few drops splashed onto the front of her dress. Lilias stared at herself in the mirror in disbelief. She looked down at her hands, but they would not move.
“Come here and stand beside me,” Gravier said.
Lilias turned. She walked toward him and stood next to him. He looked down at his unbuttoned trousers.
“Take my penis in your hand,” he said.
She reached over and gripped the shaft of his organ.
“Now keep your hand there and walk next to me down the stairs and into the lobby.”
Lilias stared at Gravier in disbelief.
“When we get to the center of the lobby, I will tell you to stop. You will stop and
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Lilias
Chapter Six
The following week, Overton and Lilias agreed that it was safe for her to be seen on deck. She had to maintain the pretense that she was still recovering from her illness, but she could sit in a chair in the sun or stroll with the doctor, who, to her dismay, always seemed to be available as an escort. The doctor, in turn, told her she was in the future, whenever she ventured outside her cabin, to wear nothing under her dress that would obstruct his easy access to her body below the waist. They walked the ship together while the doctor searched for a place where they could stand while he probed beneath her dress without onlookers becoming aware of what was happening to Lilias.
“I want to be able to slip past your dress and fuck you,” he said crudely on one occasion, “with the whole crew looking on yet none the wiser.” The difficulty of getting past her long dresses and layers of crinolines, however, continued to keep him from his goal.
Finally he hit on the plan of cutting a slit in the back of one of her dresses, the pretty yellow one, and then fastening it with a row of tiny, almost invisible, buttons. She would have to leave her crinolines off as well. He would never be able to reach her through them no matter how they cut them down. It took her most of the day to alter the dress as he wanted. He came to her cabin that evening and sat on her bunk and watched as she removed her clothing and stood naked in the middle of the floor in her bare feet and slipped the dress on over her head. As she adjusted the dress, he stepped close to her and turned her slowly until her back was to him.
“Bend forward,” he said. She leaned forward from the waist, and felt him press his hips against her buttocks.
“It's not quite right yet,” he said. “Stand up on this box.”
He pulled a long, flat, low tea chest into the middle of the floor. Lilias stepped onto it and bent forward once more.
“Open the back for me.”
Lilias pulled the back of the dress open and felt the cool air against her bare skin. The doctor stepped close to her once more, and pressed his groin against her exposed buttocks. She felt his fingers touch her vaginal crevice and then slowly move as they spread the lips of her vulva.
“Perfect,” he said, as he shoved his penis into her vagina. Lilias moaned softly as the doctor's organ pushed inside of her. She felt his hands grip her hips, and braced herself as he forced his penis deep inside of her narrow vaginal channel. He rammed the organ into her again and again, and her breasts shook from the force of his thrusts. She wished that the bunk were closer, so she could brace herself against it as the doctor continued to thrust into her exposed vagina.
“Play with yourself,” the doctor whispered. Confused, Lilias looked back over her shoulder. “Put your fingers on your cunny and rub it. Get yourself excited,” he ordered impatiently.
Lilias raised the front of the dress up and slid her hand between her legs. She moved her fingers to the lips of her vagina and began to play with the tiny knob of her clitoris. She began gently, but soon she rubbed harder, then harder still, as the doctor's thrusts into her vagina became more and more vigorous. She began to pant audibly, like an animal. Then she started to moan as the effects of her efforts began to send waves of excitement through her vagina. In an instant she felt herself begin to climax, and she began to cry out “more, more, do it harder, deeper. Oh my God, oh my God!”
“No,” the doctor said, “on your knees now, and take me into your mouth.”
“Please,” Lilias said, “make me come. Don't make me take it in my mouth. I want you to take me this way.”
“I said, get on your knees.”
Lilias let herself sink slowly to her knees. She groaned softly as she felt the doctor's penis slide out of her vagina. She squeezed her vulva tight to drain every bit of pleasure she could from his organ as she felt it slip from her vagina's grip. When her knees touched the planks of the floor, she turned to face the doctor. His penis was fully engorged, and she could see it straining toward her lips. She was amazed that he had been able to prevent himself from ejaculating. Even as that thought crossed her mind, she could see that he was only an instant from climaxing, and she opened her lips and leaned forward toward the organ as it began to throb uncontrollably. In a split second a spurt of ejaculate shot from the tip of the doctor's penis and into Lilias's waiting mouth. She closed her lips around the pulsating shaft and, still caressing her clitoris, began to suck. She reached climax instantly, and moaned and sucked harder as the doctor's ejaculate poured down her throat.
When he took her on deck, she would have to stand on something, she thought, as the doctor continued to thrust into her mouth long after his climax was complete.
“Where shall we go to test out our new toy?” the doctor asked.
The bottom of the rail in the starboard side of the head of the ship would be ideal, Lilias thought. The location was isolated. On the port side were the holes that the men used as their toilet. But nobody ever came to the starboard side. It was easily visible from the rail of the deck just above, but when she mentioned the location, and her concern about the deck above, the doctor assured her that he would be inside her in an instant, and after that nobody on the deck above would know what they were doing. He would look as though he was standing behind her holding her to keep her from losing her balance as she leaned forward against the rail. The lookout in the main top would see them, but they would be a long way away, the sails might block his view, and he would never suspect anything. Lilias was sure the whole adventure would be a fiasco, but she couldn't back out. She was out of excuses.
The next day, Lilias and the doctor strolled onto the deck just before sunset. The pretext was to look at the setting sun from the bow. Lilias had tried to tell the doctor that the sun would be setting in the other direction, but he clearly did not care. “To look at the first star, then,” he said. The climb down to the bowsprit rail was awkward, but Lilias was used to it and managed it easily. The doctor got his foot caught, and she had to steady him while he extracted it. She thought about shoving him overboard when he pulled his foot free and lost his balance, but the opportunity was gone before she could make up her mind what to do. She resolved not to miss her next chance.
“We should have put this slit in the front. I can't see your face,” the doctor said, as Lilias stood with her feet wide apart on the lower rail and leaned forward over the upper one. She could feel the breeze against her buttocks as the doctor opened the buttons. In a moment his hands were on her, under the dress, around her hips, fondling her clitoris.
“What are you doing?” she said, looking down over her shoulder in horror. Her entire backside was exposed as he fumbled with the buttons on his trousers.
“Stand still,” he said “I'll have it out soon.”
“Couldn't you do that before you opened my dress?” she demanded. The man was as stupid as her husband.
“There,” he said, “It's ready. Now bend over and hold your vulva open.”
She bent forward and reached back and spread her vulva open with her fingers. In spite of her anger, she could feel that her juices had begun to make her wet. The possibility of sudden discovery had excited her much more than she had expected. He thrust his pelvis forward slowly, and she felt his penis slide inside her.
“It's almost in,” he said.
“Hurry, hurry!” she responded.
She squeezed the muscles in her groin and felt the sides of her vagina close around his shaft. She pressed her buttocks back against him and he groaned with pleasure.
“It's all the way in now, how does it feel?”
“It feels perfect,” she said. She had intended it as a lie, but the reality was that it did feel very good indeed. It felt even better when he began to thrust into her.
“I'm going to keep your dress open,” he said. “I want to watch your derriere move.”
“No!” she said. “Someone will come to the taffrail behind us and see.”
“No they won't,” he responded. “All they'll see is my back.”
“And what if they don't go away?”
“Then we'll just out wait them. You'll have to let me fuck you all night.”
The doctor continued to thrust his organ into Lilias's cunt, and she found herself gripping the rail and forcing herself back against him to drive him deeper and increase the pleasurable sensation even further. She felt confused, as she reveled in the feeling of his penis inside her. She hated, feared and despised this man. He was domineering and spiteful, yet she also found that she wanted to feel his hands on her, she wanted him to force her to accept his will, even when every fiber of her being rebelled against it.
“Hold me back from the rail a little,” she said, “so I can lift the front of my dress.”
He put his hands on her waist and held her, and she pulled the dress up until it bunched in front of her above her waist. She felt the wooden rail against the skin of her thighs and leaned forward against it. She took his hands in hers and drew them in front of her, placing them onto her thatch of soft pubic hair that fluttered against their fingers as the wind whipped across the bow of the Delphine.
“Touch me,” she said.
He forced his fingers into the small crevice and began to fondle the tiny bulb of her clitoris. She thought that the sensation was going to drive her wild. She writhed in his arms, as wave after wave of excitement coursed through her loins. She brought her hands up to her breasts and fondled them roughly through the fabric of her dress. A low growl began to rise in her throat. She bit her lip to keep it from growing into a scream.
“I want to feel you come inside me,” she said.
“Are you crazy,” the doctor replied. “The last thing I want to do is father your bastard. Do you think I want you dragging around with morning sickness and growing fat?”
She felt the doctor pull back from her. His penis slid out of her vagina. She leaned back from the rail and let the front of her dress drop.
“Come over here,” he said, pulling her dress together over her buttocks and backing up against the bulkhead. She turned to face him and stepped over to stand beside him out of the wind. “Get down and put your mouth on this and finish it,” he said, pulling her toward him and holding his stiff, wet penis in his other hand. “And pull your dress up. I want to see your bare legs.”
Lilias raised her dress up to her thighs and dropped to her knees on the smooth wooden deck.
“Higher,” he said. “Lift your dress up higher. I want to see your cunt.”
Lilias tugged her dress above her waist. She looked down to be sure that her thatch of pubic hair was fully visible to the doctor's eager stare. She separated her knees as she knelt on the smooth, hard planks of the deck, to give him a better view. Then she looked up. Just above the doctor's head was the deck rail. Anyone standing there and looking down would see her on her knees, would see the doctor's organ in her mouth, would see her bare legs parted to display her naked groin. The man was a lunatic. She had to hurry. She brought his penis to her lips with both hands. She guided it inside her mouth without a word and began to suck. In an instant it began to discharge repeatedly in her mouth. She swallowed, surprised that he had ejaculated so quickly, and continued to suck. Clearly when his organ was inside her vagina she had brought him much closer to orgasm than she had realized. She felt him strain, and the organ twitched in her mouth, but only a trickle flowed onto her tongue.
With a rough motion, the doctor pulled his penis from her still-sucking lips. The popping sound it made as it exited her lips was carried away by the wind. “Here, wipe your mouth.” he said, handing her his handkerchief. She took it and wiped the residue of his ejaculate from her lips, folded the handkerchief, and handed it back to him.
“You missed a spot,” he said, bending down and holding her chin in his hand as he wiped the corner of her mouth.
“Thank you,” she replied, looking up at him. Instantly, she felt like a fool. The man had just ejaculated in her mouth and she had responded by thanking him for wiping from her lips the evidence of her almost-willing participation in her own degradation.
“Turn around and let me button you up,” he said.
She stood and turned her back to him and felt his fingers tug at the fabric as he fumbled with the buttons. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally got the opening closed.
“There, that's done,” he said. She reached back and ran her hands down the seam. Every button seemed to be fastened.
“How does it look?” she asked.
“It's fine,” he replied. “Now let's get back to your cabin. It's getting dark. We could stumble and fall from here if we're not careful.” Lilias remembered only a short while ago hoping that this man would fall into the sea. Now she wanted only to return to her cabin with him: to have him take her into his arms and make love to her. She couldn't believe the feelings she was experiencing. It was insane. She remembered stories of women who had been captured by wild Indians who refused to leave the braves who had captured them when they were rescued years later. She had read stories in dime novels of women carried away by desert chieftains in Morocco who fell in love with their captors. Was that what she was feeling?
The doctor took her hand and guided her up onto the main deck. Then he followed. He missed his step and nearly plunged into the sea. Only Lilias's hold on his arm steadied him enough to allow him to catch his balance. He stumbled onto the deck. When he had righted himself, Lilias placed her hand on his arm. Lilias couldn't believe that she had rescued him once more from falling into the sea. If she had given him a tiny push he would have been gone, but all she could think about was how much she wanted to feel him inside her once more, how much she wanted him to bring her to climax, to shoot his semen into her vagina. She couldn't believe it. She was actually falling in love with her tormenter.
Lilias and the doctor strolled slowly arm in arm, stopping occasionally to look out at the moonlit sea. Lilias wished he would hurry. She wanted to feel him inside of her again before her excitement faded. One of the marines saluted the doctor, and he clumsily returned the salute. They walked on into the shadow of the quarterdeck.
“Evening missus,” said a voice from the shadow of a ladder.
“Good evening Bottoms,” Lilias replied.
“Wind's pickin' up,” Bottoms said, stepping away from the ladder and into the moonlight. “Not a good time to be down on the bowsprit deck. Tricky footing, even next to the bulkhead.”
Lilias felt her breath catch in her throat. Suddenly she became conscious of the taste of the doctor's ejaculate that lingered on her tongue. Bottoms had seen something. Or had he?
“Yes,” she said, trying to sound light hearted, “but the sea is beautiful from there. It's my favorite spot on the ship, next to the main top.”
“Aye, that it is,” Bottoms agreed. “And the main top is a great place as well. Wasn't I just up there, looking down on everybody?” he said. “You can see everything from there, once your eyes grow used to the light.”
“Can you now?” the doctor said.
“Especially the color of bare skin,” Bottoms said. He looked over toward the center of the deck where one of the seamen had his shirt off as he worked in the light of a lantern to sew a seam together.
“Good night, Bottoms,” Lilias said, giving the doctor's arm a little tug. The danger of her near-discovery by Bottoms made her want the doctor to take her.
“Good night missus,” Bottoms replied, touching his hand to his cap.
Lilias forced herself to walk slowly as they made their way across the deck to her cabin. The doctor tried to leave her at the door, but she took his hand and pulled him into her cabin and closed the door behind him.
“Help me get this off,” she said, turning her back to the doctor and fumbling with the top button at the back of her dress. She bent down to take off her shoes while he worked the buttons loose quickly, and she stepped out of the dress and turned to face him, completely naked, and moved forward into his arms. She took his face in her hands and kissed him on the lips. She felt his hands on the sides of her breasts as she pressed herself against him. They moved down to her rib cage, then to her waist, and finally to her buttocks. She ground her pelvis against his.
“Take me again,” she said.
“What's gotten into you?” he said. “First all that business about coming inside of your cunt, and now this. I thought you'd be upset about that fellow Bottoms. Don't you think he saw something?”
“Don't worry about Bottoms,” she said. “We're old friends. He doesn't see anything I don't want him to see. He was just telling me to be careful.”
“Maybe I should start being careful too,” the doctor said, pulling away from her.
“Be careful with this!” she said, pulling him roughly down to the floor in front of her and thrusting her pubic mound against his face. “Lick that,” she said, “until it gushes all over your mouth.”
She held his head firmly between her hands and thrust the open lips of her vulva hard against his lips. She felt his tongue slip inside her and rubbed her clitoris again and again against his mouth.
“You Creoles haven't forgotten that you are French, have you,” she said, moaning deep in her throat as his tongue lapped at the tiny bulb of her clitoris. She felt the first surges of her orgasm, and pressed her clitoris against his lips so hard that she could feel his teeth behind them. The ecstasy of her orgasm nearly drove her into a frenzy and she dug her fingers into his hair and continued to grind her pelvis against his face.
“Stop,” he said. “Let me breathe.”
“Let you breathe?” she said, looking down into his eyes and laughing, but pulling her pubis away from his face. “Do you ever think about breathing when you have your member stuck down my throat?”
“You don't need to breathe,” he said, pulling her down onto the deck boards beside him. “You're a mermaid. You thrive with liquid pouring down your throat.”
“I do when it comes from this,” she said, reaching down and squeezing the shaft of his penis through the cloth of his trousers.
“Careful with that,” he said. “A madwoman almost swallowed it whole just a moment ago. It's very frightened.”
“Swallowed?” she said, tugging the buttons of his trousers open. “That wasn't swallowing. I'll show you what swallowing is.”
She seized his penis and bent her mouth over it. She began to pull on it, rubbing her hand along its length, back and forth, squeezing it within the encircling grip of her soft, slim fingers. A tiny trickle of clear fluid oozed from the tip of the doctor's organ, and she lapped it eagerly into her mouth with her tongue. She massaged the shaft of his penis harder, her fingers fairly flying now across the surface of the engorged cylinder.
As she tugged on the doctor's organ, Lilias lay down on her back, pulling him down with her. She spread her legs and guided his organ into her vagina.
“Fuck me,” she said. She was shocked at the coarseness of her own language, but she thrust her hips upward and felt the deep satisfaction of the touch of the knob of the doctor's penis against the extreme depths of her vaginal channel. The doctor began to thrust into her, and Lilias surrendered herself to her passion. She climaxed again and again, but she could feel that the doctor was not climaxing with her.
“Let it come out,” she said, pressing her lips against his ear.
“Not now,” he said, “get back up on your knees and finish me with your pretty mouth.”
Reluctantly, Lilias let the doctor's organ slip from her vagina. She had climaxed so many times, however, that she did not resent having to resume her former submissive position kneeling at his feet. Holding her mouth open just above the tip of the doctor's penis, Lilias once more resumed her gentle massaging of the doctor's engorged member. As her fingers tugged harder and harder at the organ, she began to taunt him. “What's the matter? Aren't you a man? Shoot it into my mouth.”
As if in response to her wish, she felt the organ begin to twitch in her hand. She knew that this was a false signal. The surge had not yet begun to build deep inside the doctor's loins.
“Still can't do it, can you?” she said. “Poor baby.” She felt the second and third spasms, however, and quickly lowered her head and encircled the head of his penis with her lips. Her ministrations and taunts were finally rewarded with a strong jet of ejaculate that shot from the tip of the doctor's penis and struck Lilias squarely in the center of her mouth. She closed her lips around the shaft of the doctor's organ and sucked hard. A second surge of semen poured into her mouth, and she slid her lips down around the full length of his penis and sucked as hard as she could. Her mouth filled with his third surge, and she swallowed eagerly.
“Aaahhh,” the doctor said, and his penis twitched once more against her tongue and Lilias felt another shot of ejaculate enter her mouth.
She continued to suck eagerly on his penis, but could only draw a small flow out of the slowly wilting organ. Finally she withdrew her mouth and rolled over on her back on the floor, a contented smile playing at her lips as she massaged her clitoris with her finger.
“Now that's what I call swallowing,” she said.
As Lilias lay on her back against the cool deck boards she knew, from her experience with Waddell, that she could in fact have taken the doctor's penis much deeper into her throat. His rapid ejaculation had made that unnecessary, but if she was not somehow able to bring her disturbing new desire for him under control, he would certainly eventually insist that she service him in that fashion.
Lilias touched Gravier's hand as they lay side by side. Even his touch excited her. She squeezed his fingers lightly. He squeezed back, and her heart beat faster. She forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, and she felt herself grow calmer.
She did not know how long she had lain on the floor, but she awoke dreamily, conscious that someone was moving inside the cabin. She opened her eyes. Gravier stood over her.
“I'm leaving,” he said simply.
She got to her feet. He would expect her to kneel at the doorway and take him into her mouth, as he had instructed so many days ago. She assumed her usual position on her knees at the door. He stopped in front of her and caressed her hair as if he were petting a dog. She opened her lips and reached for the buttons of his trousers. They were already undone. She pulled his flaccid penis from the opening in the trousers and held it tenderly in her hands, and guided it into her mouth. She looked up, as she always did, into his face, and sucked. He opened the door and backed out, standing in the barely open doorway as she continued to apply her mouth to his organ. Slowly he inched backward, the door closed until it was open only a few inches. She could see nothing of him now except the stiff penis that protruded through the narrow opening. Even though she couldn't see Gravier, she continued to suck on his penis.
Without warning, his penis pulled away from her lips. She realized that he must have stepped back from the doorway. She put her eye to the narrow slit between the door and the jamb and watched him as he paused for a moment to button his trousers. She felt a strong urge to push the door open, to reach out her hand to him, to stop him, make him return to her cabin. Even knowing that if he returned he would only insist that she perform another, if possible more demeaning, sexual service for him, still she wanted him to come back.
Before she could act on this impulse, he was gone. She closed the door with a feeling of inexplicable disappointment, and threw the bolt.
The door bolt was new. Overton had had the ship's carpenter install throw bolts on both of the doors to Lilias's cabin so that she would feel safe. Lilias moved to the other door, the one that led to the larger cabin that had formerly served both as her husband's office and their bedroom. She checked that bolt as well. It was locked. Overton now used that cabin during the day, and he had installed a bolt on that door to ensure Lilias's privacy.
The next day she ate breakfast wearing her dressing gown. When she finished she changed into the cut-off trousers and blouse that she had made for her climbs into the rigging and opened the door to the adjoining cabin where Overton was already poring over a map spread across the table. She walked across the smooth deck boards in her bare feet and leaned against his back and pressed her head against his shoulder as she looked at the map.
“Is this where we are now?” she asked.
“Yes,” Overton said. “We'll be off St. Paul Island soon.”
He looked down and arched his eyebrows when he saw her legs. The trousers she had made hugged her curves closely, yet were loose enough to allow her to climb easily. He pressed his arm against her breast and his eyes drifted to the open collar of her shirt. She knew he could feel that she was not wearing any undergarment.
“You're going out on deck in that?”
“It's what I wear to climb the rigging. Much more modest than a dress,” she assured him, laughing.
“Yes, but climbing the rigging is not very modest,” he replied, frowning.
“I do it all the time. The crew thinks nothing of it.”
“On the contrary, I'm sure they think of nothing else. It is probably the highlight of their day,” he said, looking her up and down, and they both laughed. She dug her thumb into his ribs and tried to pinch him, and he pretended to wince and dodged away.
“I'm going up into the rigging now,” she said.
“Wait until I put this map away, and I'll join you,” he responded.
She squeezed his hand, glad that he wanted to join her instead of trying to stop her from climbing.
Lilias and Overton reached the lower shrouds of the mainmast at the same time, but she was quicker, and sprang nimbly into the rigging before him. She grasped the topmast shrouds a half step ahead of him, and he followed her up to the topgallant shrouds. They both disdained the lubber's hole. Lilias reached out and grasped the ratline and swung out past the lookout in the main top, at the junction of the topmast and the topgallant mast. Overton followed her. They stopped to rest finally on the spreader braces above the topgallant cross tree, where the topgallant and royal masts were doubled and held together by two heavy iron bands. Only the royal mast and its sails were above them.
“Take a break,” Overton shouted down to the lookout.
The man smiled and slid down the ratline without a word.
“Look,” she said, “there's the Chesapeake.” Lilias pointed to the South.
“We're all alone, just the two of us,” Overton responded, looking around the horizon.
“Yes,” Lilias said, looking down at him from her perch “just the two of us.”
He swung up beside her and started to undo the buttons on her shirt. Lilias looked down at the deck. The billowing sails concealed them from anyone who was not standing directly below the main mast. She placed her hand on his and shook her head. “No,” she said. “I don't want to do anything up here. Someone will see us.”
Overton tugged another button loose. The wind pulled the shirt open, exposing one of her breasts.
“Not here,” she said, pushing his hand away.
“Yes,” he said. “Here. Now.”
“They'll be able to see what we're doing,” she said. Her voice cracked. She tried to button her shirt, but she was afraid to let go of the ratline. Instead, Overton was able to pull two more of her buttons loose. Her shirt hung completely open now, both of her breasts exposed.
“Stop,” she said, her desperation showing in her voice as the wind whipped around her and she clung to the ratline with one hand and held her shirt closed with the other. “Let me button my shirt and we'll go back down to the main top. Maybe the platform will shield us from their view.”
He nodded, and helped her re-button her shirt. Overton followed her down. Lilias slid down into the lubber's hole until only her head and shoulders were above the main top platform.
“Sit here,” she said, looking down at the deck again, “and get it out, quickly.” He sat in front of her; his knees bent, a leg on either side of her head, and unbuttoned his trousers. His penis protruded right in front of her mouth, and she engulfed it quickly with her lips and began to suck.
“Oh, God,” he said, and skittered forward on his haunches. His groin pressed against her face. The lubber hole did not allow Lilias much room to move, and she had to gulp his penis into her throat as he lunged forward. She moved her head back and forth as best she could in the confined space, and sucked harder, pressing on Overton's groin with one hand as she did to keep him from jamming his penis all the way down her throat. He responded by moving back slightly, and she looked gratefully up at him and sucked harder still, moving her head vigorously and tightening the grip of her lips on his shaft to increase the friction. Lilias glanced down at the deck and saw a seaman looking up at her legs as they protruded through the lubber's hole. She jerked her head back and pushed Overton away. His penis slipped out of her mouth.
“Someone's looking at me,” she said. Overton moved back, and she scrambled up onto the platform. She looked down, but the seaman was gone.
Overton looked down.
“There's nobody there,” he said.
“He was there,” she insisted. “He was looking.”
“Never mind,” he responded. “He's gone now. I'll stand up, and you can kneel on the platform. No one will see what you are doing then.”
Overton got to his feet and held his penis out toward Lilias's face. She opened her mouth and he slipped it inside, and she began to suck once more. Her balance was more precarious now, without the encircling protection of the lubber's hole. She held onto his hips tightly to keep from falling and applied her lips and tongue vigorously to his penis, hoping that he would ejaculate quickly. She noticed that he got particularly excited when she fluttered her tongue across the tender area beneath the base of the head of his penis. She pressed her tongue tight against the rippled membrane there and flicked it back and forth across its surface as fast as she could. She desperately wanted him to ejaculate. The lookout might return at any moment, or another seaman might climb into the rigging. Overton's face contorted and he shoved his organ into her mouth convulsively. She sucked harder. He emitted a groan.
“That's it, that's it,” he said. “Keep doing that.”
She sucked harder and pressed her tongue tighter against him and moved it as rapidly as she could. In an instant she felt the head of his penis jerk spasmodically. She sucked again. It leaped in her mouth, and twitched violently. She sucked once more, and a jet of ejaculate streamed into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked harder, moving her head in conjunction with Overton's instinctive, frenzied movements of his hips, as he tried to increase the sensation of pleasure. His penis continued to convulse and expel more of his ejaculate into Lilias's mouth. She sucked on it until she could draw no more liquid from it. Its movements subsided, and his body relaxed. Lilias pulled her head back slowly, and the organ slipped from her lips. Her mouth was still full of his ejaculate, but she didn't swallow. Instead, she looked up at Overton and pulled on his waist. He slid down and sat next to her. She knelt in front of him, her face slightly above his. The wind whipped her long brown hair around her face.
“Now what do you want me to do for you,” he asked.
Without speaking, Lilias pressed her lips to his.
“Just give me a kiss,” she said, her voice muffled by the fluid that filled her mouth. Their lips met, and opened. She pressed his head back and expelled the remainder of his ejaculate from her mouth into his.
As his mouth filled with his own ejaculate, Overton cursed and jerked his head back, cracking it smartly on the mast. His face contorted from the pain of the blow. Lilias started to laugh. He spat to one side, and the wind carried the ejaculate away in a spray.
“What the hell . . .”
Overton's face displayed a mixture of alarm and bewilderment. The look he gave her was so startled that she couldn't help herself. Lilias continued to laugh. She couldn't stop. She laughed so hard that tears started to roll down her face. She squeezed down next to Overton, poking him in the ribs with her elbow and nudging him aside so she could rest her back against the mast too, and laughed until her body shook and she had to clutch at her sides to keep from cramping.
Finally Overton looked over at her sheepishly. Then he began to laugh too. He reached over and took her hand in his. She twined her fingers through his, and squeezed his hand. Their eyes met, and they both leaned back against the mast. They smiled. After a long moment they looked away, enjoying the sun, the wind and the magnificent sight of the cumulus clouds spread in clumps all the way to the horizon in every direction. Lilias sighed. She closed her eyes and drank in the warmth of the sun.
Finally she said, “Why did you want to do that to me up here?”
“You enjoy doing it with Gravier, don't you?”
“I do it with him because he makes me,” she said. “He frightens me. I thought you were different.”
“He told me you wanted to do it. That it was your idea.”
“He wants you to believe that, so he can justify what he does.”
“He's not like that,” Overton said. “And you admitted what you had done when you were in Paris.”
“Paris was a mistake,” she said simply. “Something that I got into and couldn't get out of.”
“But when the chips were down, you reverted to type,” Overton said.
“Is that what you think,” she asked, “or is that what Gravier told you?”
Overton looked uncomfortable. He didn't answer.
“Gravier is different,” Overton said, finally.
Lilias wanted to talk to Overton. She needed to talk to somebody. She was all alone on the Delphine. Bottoms was her closest friend on the ship, but she could not talk to him about what she had let Gravier and Waddell and Overton do to her. He would never understand, and it would destroy their relationship. He thought of himself as her protector, and his reaction would be to kill them. The marines had all the guns, and Bottoms would be the one to die.
“Gravier frightens me,” she said simply.
“He said you were all over him last night. That letting him open your dress and take you in plain view on the head deck turned you into a lioness.”
“I don't know why that happened,” she said. “Perhaps being under someone's total control does strange things to you.”
“Is that what happened in Paris, with Comte Felix Bacciochi?”
“Perhaps,” she said. “Felix was very persuasive, very . . .” Her voice drifted away as she remembered Felix Bacciochi and all the things she had done that she never would have dreamed she could ever do, that she thought she would never do again -- some of which she had not done again, yet, even for Dr. Gravier. The thought of the doctor discovering what else she had done for Bacciochi, things that he would certainly expect her to do for him if he knew, caused Lilias to shudder. She felt the pressure of Overton's fingers squeezing her hand. She squeezed back, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. She needed to trust someone. She wanted to trust Overton. But he was under the doctor's influence too. His behavior toward her changed every time the doctor talked to him about her. Lilias hesitated, but the more she thought about it the more she felt that she had to do something to alter her relationship with Gravier before his control over her became complete.
“There has to be some limit to this,” she said finally.
“Why tell me that?” Overton asked. “You should have said that to Waddell when you made your bargain.”
Lilias remembered Waddell's words. The sweetening will have to be copious, and widely and liberally applied. Her response had been to suck on his penis until he ejaculated in her mouth. She had said nothing about limits then. But she had not known then that Dr. Gravier's demands would be insatiable, and that she would submit so easily.
“Perhaps you and I should make a bargain,” she said.
“What bargain? You don't have anything left to bargain with, do you?”
Lilias reached down and stroked Overton's penis, which still protruded from his trousers.
“There is more,” she said simply.
She felt Overton's penis twitch in her hand.
“What do you want from me?” he asked.
“Your help in taking back the Delphine,” she said. “Not now,” she added quickly, before he could refuse. “But soon, when the outcome of the war is certain, if you can't do it now.”
“You know I can't,” he said.
“But later?”
“Later, anything may be possible,” he said.
“You know how this war will end,” she said.
“No,” he said, “I don't. McClellan can still win the election and sue for peace.”
“The election is already over,” Lilias said. “We may get the news when we reach Australia.”
“Perhaps,” Overton said, “or perhaps not.”
“Meanwhile,” Lilias continued, increasing the pressure of her fingers and milking Overton's penis slowly, “you could seek an opportunity to move some cannons to the Delphine.”
“Waddell and I have already discussed it,” he responded.
“And?”
“Today,” he said. “When we make landfall in St. Paul Island, we will move two guns from the Chesapeake.”
“Could we get more?” she asked.
“Not unless we capture them,” he responded, “and we might have to reinforce the deck, if we did. Why would we need more?”
“I'll tell you when you decide to bargain with me,” she said, stroking his penis faster.
Overton moaned and began to writhe under her touch. She slowed the movement of her hand, and he arched his hips upward, trying to press his organ more firmly against her hand and increase the sensation of her touch. She adjusted her grip, keeping him just on the edge of orgasm, and watched with satisfaction as his penis strained in her hand.
Lilias noticed that the main topgallant shrouds were vibrating with the weight of someone climbing the ratlines. She looked down.
“The lookout. He's coming back,” she said. She released Overton's organ. “Put that away,” she said, and wiped her hand on his pant leg.
Overton hurriedly stuffed his stiff organ inside his trousers and forced the buttons closed. He had to leave the last button undone. It wouldn't fit into the buttonhole. Meanwhile, Lilias scrambled up the topgallant shrouds and was perched on the topgallant spreader braces before the lookout reached Overton in the main top. She watched as the two men talked. After a while, Overton gave her a wave and slid down to the deck on the topmast stay. She sat on the spreader braces and watched the eastern horizon, hoping to see the silhouette of St. Paul Island. After about fifteen minutes she climbed back down the topgallant shrouds, exchanged a few words with the lookout when she reached the main top, and resumed her descent to the deck.
Lilias returned to her cabin and found the door to the larger adjoining cabin closed and bolted from the other side. She was about to change out of her climbing outfit when she heard a knock at her door and opened it to find the doctor standing there. He entered without waiting for an invitation.
“I understand the Captain is thinking of putting you ashore at St. Paul,” he said.
Lilias was speechless. Overton had not mentioned anything about leaving her at St. Paul.
“Get changed. You are to go ashore with me when we land,” the doctor continued.
“No,” Lilias said. “I am not going to go ashore on any God-forsaken island with you.”
“If you go, and if you are, shall we say, 'compliant,' I will find that the island is unsuitable for you and will bring you back,” the doctor continued without emotion. “If not, you will go ashore with an of marines, and I will see that you stay. I understand there is a very nice fishing village on St. Paul. I am sure the fishermen will find much use for a woman of your talents.”
Lilias was certain that the doctor had devised her visit to the island for his own purposes. She was uncertain what those were, but she knew they were unlikely to be comfortable for her. Her immediate suspicion was that he would try to take her to an inn or tavern with rooms to let, and that she would find the experience awkward in the extreme. She knew, however, that he had enough influence with Waddell to have her left on the island, and so she opened her wardrobe and took out two summer dresses.
“That one, I think,” Gravier said, pointing to a simple low-cut dress that did not require crinolines.
“Aren't you going to leave while I dress?” Lilias said.
“I prefer to watch,” Gravier replied. “You don't really mind do you, after all we've been through together?”
“I mind very much,” Lilias said. “This is still my cabin.”
“As you wish,” Gravier said, and he turned to leave. Then he stopped. “Aren't you forgetting something?” he said.
“It's broad daylight,” she said.
“You can finish it inside your cabin, before I leave, then,” he said. “Now get on your knees and get on with it, or would you rather I call Overton to join us from his cabin next door for a ménage a trois.”
Lilias slipped to her knees and unbuttoned the doctor's trousers. She stroked his penis for several minutes without generating much reaction from him. Even when she put it in her mouth, he hardly stiffened.
“What's wrong?” she said.
“Perhaps you are losing your touch,” he said. “We will try again later.”
With that, he buttoned his trousers and left.
The doctor's behavior left Lilias puzzled and more suspicious than ever. He never did anything without a purpose, but she could not discern what he had in mind on this occasion. A tryst on the island still seemed the most likely possibility. She definitely did not want to go with him, especially with no one to protect her. Who knew what the doctor might be capable of? Still, a part of her wanted to try to please him, wanted to believe that she could change him, and even that he was worth changing. Her experiences with Gravier told her he would never accept an accommodation on any terms but his own. Still, she could not keep herself from wanting him to care for her. It was almost as if his power over her attracted her to him. As she cursed herself for being a fool, she filled a tin cup from her water pitcher and took a sip. She swished it around in her mouth and spat it into the basin. Finally, her mouth felt clean again, after her experiences with Overton in the rigging and just now with the doctor. She only wished she could spit the doctor himself out of her life as easily.
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Lilias - Chapter Five
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Chapter Five
The next week passed slowly for Lilias. The doctor visited her for only a few minutes at a time, and she spent the entire brief duration of all but two of his visits on her knees trying to induce him to ejaculate into her mouth. Those visits always began the same way. The doctor entered her cabin and ordered her to disrobe. She did, as he removed his trousers. She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. She sucked on his organ until he ejaculated. She swallowed his ejaculate and waited on her knees until he dressed and left. On the two occasions that did not follow this pattern, the doctor had ordered Lilias to stand with her back to him after she had removed her clothes and bend forward facing a table and spread her vulva open with her hands as he penetrated her from behind. Once he was inside her, she placed her hands on the table to brace herself while he ravished her. She pleaded with him on each occasion to stop before he had an orgasm and allow her to take him into her mouth. The first time he refused, and only relented at the last minute when she began to cry and agreed to his demand that in return she would go on deck with him when she was released from her confinement and that together they would find some secluded spot where he could take her in any manner he wished, so long as he did not ejaculate into her vagina. The second time he made her repeat the promise before he would withdraw from her vagina.
Overton did not visit her at all, except on the last day of her week of confinement, when he and the doctor accompanied Captain Waddell to her cabin on that officer's only visit to the Delphine. Overton occupied the large cabin that adjoined hers, however, and she often used the connecting door to drop in on him when he was alone. These visits provided Lilias with some relief from the feeling of imprisonment which her enforced confinement otherwise imposed. For his part, Overton was scrupulous about respecting Lilias's privacy. On one occasion he actually told her that he did not want to be seen in her quarters in order to protect her reputation. During the doctor's visits, Lilias found herself wishing that Gravier had an equivalent concern for her good name.
Waddell's visit was even more unpleasant for Lilias than his first one had been. The doctor came in first and told her that Waddell would be calling on her soon. He then removed her dressing gown and instructed her about how Waddell wished her to behave. She was to sit on a settee next to his chair in the adjoining larger cabin, her back straight and her thighs parted, her loins uncovered and within easy reach of Waddell's touch. From time to time, she was to reach down and part the lips of her vulva with the fingers of both hands and thrust her pelvis sufficiently far forward to afford them a completely unobstructed view which, he said, would indicate that her vagina was “exposed, accessible, and available” to them. Should she neglect to do this, the doctor would signal to her with a sideways motion of his finger that she was to perform the act as he had directed. Overton and the doctor would be present, but she was to pay no attention to them unless directed by Waddell.
The captain did not approve of outspoken women, Gravier had continued. She was therefore to keep her remarks brief and limit them to innocuous subjects. If the captain told her to “have a taste,” he meant for her to fall to her knees and take his penis into her mouth and suck on it as vigorously as she could, causing it to ejaculate. He warned her that if she spoke too frequently she would find herself on her knees often during the visit. She was also to pay close attention to the men's glasses, filling them with wine and leaning over them so that her breasts touched their faces as she poured. She might have a glass herself, but she was to be careful not to drink too much.
Lilias suspected that much of what the doctor had directed her to do was his own idea, and that Captain Waddell had only given him the sketchiest indication of his wishes. She wouldn't put it past the doctor to deliberately place her in as embarrassing a situation as possible solely for his own entertainment. Lilias had barely absorbed the doctor's instructions when she heard a knock at the door. Overton opened it without waiting for her to respond, and let Waddell precede him into the chamber. She saw a marine standing in the late-afternoon sunlight behind the two men, looking in through the door, and hoped, as the door closed, that the cabin was dark enough that the man could not see that she was naked.
Waddell looked at Lilias approvingly, his eyes lingering on each part of her body, finally stopping when they met hers.
“Your confinement seems to agree with you, Madam,” he said finally. “If anything, your beauty has improved.”
Lilias bowed her head slightly and almost made a curtsy before she remembered her nakedness and realized how silly she would look making such a gesture. Instead, she stepped forward and extended her hand. Waddell took it in his and touched his lips to her fingers, then offered her his arm and led her into the larger adjoining cabin, where he motioned toward the settee. She sat facing him and crossed her ankles, carefully keeping her knees apart and resting her hands on them. Waddell sat in the chair next to her, and she turned her torso so that her upper body continued to face him, resting her knee against his as she did. He placed his hand on her thigh and pressed his finger against the opposite one. She moved her legs apart in response to his touch. She felt the lips of her vulva separate as her legs moved further apart. The pressure from his finger ceased. She looked down. Her legs were spread wide apart. The lips of her vulva were stretched taut, and she could clearly glimpse the soft pink tissue of the interior of her vagina as she strained to hold her legs in the awkward separated position in which the pressure of Waddell's hands had placed them. Waddell leaned forward and looked down at her lap. She knew he could see into the channel of her open vagina. He nodded with apparent approval, and settled back into his chair. The man seemed never to smile.
While Lilias and Waddell were going through their ritual seating, the doctor rummaged through the liquor cabinet and emerged with a bottle of claret and four glasses.
“May I?” she said to Waddell, as the doctor laid his burden on the table and proceeded to uncork the wine. Waddell inclined his head slightly. He stared at her lap, and she held her legs apart and turned her body further toward him so he could see her vagina more clearly. Finally, he nodded, and Lilias arose, walked over and took a glass and the open bottle from the doctor and returned and handed Waddell the empty glass. She then bent down so that her breast nestled against the captain's cheek and began to pour the wine into the glass. As she filled his glass, Lilias felt Waddell's head turn and his lips close around her nipple. She held her body still and finished pouring, careful not to disturb him as she finished. The man continued to suck on her breast, his mouth working feverishly, taking more and more of her roundness in as his tongue swirled around the areola again and again. She reached down between her legs and touched herself and found that her vulva was growing wet. Waddell glanced at her hand as it probed beneath her pubic hair and looked back up into her eyes, and she knew that he had approved of her gesture. Then he looked down at his own lap. Lilias moved her hand from between her own legs and bent down and touched her wet fingers to the bulge in Waddell's trousers. She felt his organ move under her touch. She pressed her breast harder against Waddell's mouth and squeezed the shaft of his penis through the cloth of his trousers. Lilias stood for almost a minute with her breast in Waddell's mouth as she massaged his organ through the cloth of his trousers.
Finally, she felt Waddell's mouth release its grip on her breast and he pulled his head away.
“Perhaps you should offer the other gentlemen some refreshment,” he said.
“Of course,” Lilias said. She turned and walked to the table and picked up another glass, conscious of the eyes of the men following every movement of her buttocks as she walked. She held her back straighter and placed one foot in front of the other as she took each step, to exaggerate the movement of her hips as she approached Overton with his glass. Although, as the doctor had instructed her, she held her breast close against Overton's face as she poured his wine, he seemed to take no notice of her. He continued to talk to Waddell instead about matters aboard the Delphine. She deliberately brushed his cheek with the tip of her nipple, sliding it down until it nestled in the crevice of the corner of his mouth, but he continued to ignore her. She finished pouring Overton's drink and he raised his glass to his lips, only to find her nipple in the way of his mouth. He nipped playfully at her nipple and she squealed and laughed. Then he held the glass against her breast, and tilted it, and she maneuvered her nipple up against the rim and he tilted it up and held it in place over the nipple, so that her breast sealed the wine in place. Then he swirled the glass so that the wine soaked her nipple, then tipped the glass back down without spilling it, and sucked the wine off of Lilias's nipple.
To her surprise, Waddell laughed heartily at this display, and called Lilias over to his side and held her breast in one hand and his glass in the other and tilted the glass up onto her nipple as he had seen Overton do. Then he too sucked off the wine that dripped from her nipple. After a few tries, Waddell tired of the game and slapped Lilias soundly on her buttocks with a smack almost hard enough to cause an echo in the low-ceilinged chamber, and sent her over to the doctor's chair to fill his glass.
She was annoyed, but not surprised, to feel the doctor's hand slip up the back of her leg and his finger begin to probe into her vagina almost as soon as she began to pour his wine. She nestled her breast against his cheek and forced herself to remain at his side, enduring his fondling, even after his glass was full, as his finger plunged deeper inside her, until it found the tender protrusion and crevice that always stimulated her to near distraction whenever anyone touched it. She almost lost her balance as he continued to probe deeper, and leaned heavily against him. She took two tiny, unsteady steps to right herself. His finger pulled free and she felt his hand slide down the back of her leg. He smacked her on the buttocks, and she squealed involuntarily. Embarrassed at her outcry, she returned quickly to the table and filled her own glass as she tried to regain her composure. When her breathing slowed to almost normal, she and walked over to where Waddell sat and settled carefully onto the settee.
Waddell had resumed his conversation about conditions aboard the Delphine and took no notice of Lilias's return, even though she sat up straight and spread her knees wide enough apart to ensure that he could reach easily between her legs to fondle her should he wish to touch her in any fashion. She looked down and saw that the doctor's probing finger had stimulated her so severely that a trickle of her own secretions glistened on her pubic hair. When she looked up, she saw Waddell raise his eyes from her lap, and realized that he too had seen that she was fully aroused. He gave no overt sign of interest, however, and she began to listen to his conversation with Overton. Perhaps the doctor had exaggerated when he had recounted Waddell's desires to her.
As the men discussed matters concerning the Delphine's capabilities, Lilias found herself drawn into the conversation, and soon she had become a full participant, to the extent of completely forgetting the doctor's instructions and crossing her legs or leaning forward to make a point when it suited her. The discussion turned to the conduct of the war, and she continued to contribute her views, without noticing that the atmosphere had grown less receptive. She was therefore taken completely by surprise when, in the middle of what she thought was a particularly good point about the likelihood of Lincoln's reelection and the end of any prospect of a unilateral cessation of hostilities by McClellan, Waddell leaned over to her and said, “my dear, I think you should have a taste.”
Her surprise was so complete that she did not react immediately, which Waddell apparently mistook for refusal, for in an instant he had seized her by the hair and forced her to her knees in front of his chair. She recovered immediately, and clawed at the buttons on his trousers, separating the two parts of his fly and tugging at the penis that lay slumbering inside. Obviously Waddell had not acted because he felt sexually aroused. She held the flaccid member erect as best she could and surrounded it with her lips, deliberately making an exaggerated sucking sound so that Waddell would know that she was serious about bringing him to climax. Waddell, however, seemed to be paying no attention to her efforts, as he continued his discourse on the war. In a moment he tapped her on the shoulder. She kept his penis in her mouth but turned her head slightly so she could look up at his face out of the corner of her eye. He gestured for her to stop, and she withdrew her mouth, re-buttoned the front of his trousers and slid back into her position on the settee. She carefully repositioned her legs as she had been instructed by the doctor, and tried to restrain herself from rejoining the conversation, except when she was asked a direct question.
After a few minutes, she reached down with both hands and carefully spread the lips of her vulva, and slowly revolved on the settee, facing each of the men in turn and thrusting her pelvis forward with her knees parted and her back arched, advertising her “availability,” as the doctor had called it. Waddell stared at her curiously as she performed this maneuver, but said nothing. Overton seemed embarrassed for her. He stared in apparent fascination at first, then blushed and looked away as she continued to display herself to him. The doctor covered his mouth with his hand. From the way that his eyes crinkled, she was almost certain that he was laughing. She felt her face grow warm, and knew that she was blushing furiously.
Lilias got up frequently to refill the glasses. She returned to her position on the settee after the first bottle was empty. As soon as she sat down, she noticed that the doctor was making the sideways motion with his finger. She immediately reached down and parted the lips of her vagina once more and held them splayed apart as she turned, spreading her legs and exposing herself to each of them in turn. By the time she went through the third repetition of the maneuver, she had figured out that the doctor was having a huge joke at her expense. Waddell had not requested that she make a display of her vagina at all. It was simply another attempt by the doctor to assert his domination over her and make her feel vulnerable so she would be easier to manipulate. When the doctor made the signal for her to display herself the fourth time, Lilias ignored him. He repeated the signal several times, until the Captain said, “Gravier, will you quit that God-awful twitching and sit still.”
Lilias laughed, her voice ringing in the room like a small silver bell, but stopped quickly when Overton and Waddell began staring at her. The doctor's trick had its desired effect, however. Each time Lilias approached him to refill his glass, she stood nervously and her skin jumped each time his hand touched her. He touched her often, and always unexpectedly and in some new and demeaning way. He pulled apart the cheeks of her buttocks and pretended to examine them for signs of “uncleanliness” on one occasion. On another he inspected her vulva, “to see if she has the pox,” he said in a loud voice. He ordered her to bring a thick, unlit candle and insert it into her vagina and walk around the room without letting it fall. Her face grew very warm as she performed this embarrassing maneuver, indicating to her that she was again blushing furiously at the humiliation she was suffering. Seeing her discomfort, Gravier made her pretend that she was making love to the candle, telling her to push it in and out of her vagina and whisper to it how good it made her feel. He told her to grip it tightly with the lips of her vulva and stick it straight out as if she had a penis. Even Overton laughed at this performance, and Lilias thought that she would die from shame. Finally, Gravier required her to stand beside him and bend at the waist and touch each of her nipples in turn to the tip of his penis as he sat in his chair and fondled her buttocks. He pressed his finger into her anus and made her tell the other men every sensation she was feeling. Then he moved the finger to her vagina, making her stand facing the other two men as he rubbed his finger over her clitoris. “Tell them what you are feeling now,” he instructed her, and she blushed furiously as she moaned and then had to describe the spasms as they rippled through her pubic area and radiated up inside her vagina. She begged him to stop, but he just laughed at her and expertly manipulated the sensitive organ until she moaned again. She became so stimulated that she felt the need for a sexual partner to share her excitement. Almost without thinking, she reached back and grabbed his penis with her hand and began pulling on it. She leaned back against his chest and stretched her neck up so that her lips were next to Gravier's cheek. She whispered that she couldn't bear the repeated orgasms she was experiencing, and pleaded with him to get on top of her and make love to her. He laughed again and told her to repeat what she had said so the others could hear it.
Lilias was mortified. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't, however, bring herself to repeat what she had said, and instead suddenly sank to her knees, bent her head over his organ and placed her lips on it and sucked furiously, as if driven by a demonic force to bring him to climax as he had done to her. All the while, Gravier bent down and kept his finger flicking across the surface of the sensitive clitoris, forcing moan after muffled moan from Lilias's mouth, even as she continued to suck as hard as she could on his penis. Finally, he ejaculated, and in his excitement removed his finger from her clitoris. Lilias uttered a cry of triumph as she swallowed his semen.
It was still early in the evening, and Lilias had already opened three more bottles of claret. As the men started on their fourth bottle, she found that the amount of fondling she had to endure on each refill increased markedly. As she finished pouring Captain Waddell a drink from the fourth bottle, the doctor asked her to come over to him. She put the wine bottle down next to Captain Waddell and walked toward the doctor. As she neared him, he reached out and hooked his middle finger into her vagina and grasped her pubic mound and lifted, so that she had to rise onto her toes. She lost her balance and tipped forward, avoiding a fall by putting her hands onto the doctor's shoulders to steady herself.
“Take my cock out of my pants, turn around, straddle me, and shove it up your twat, Mrs. Nichols,” he said.
Although Lilias had been around sailors enough to know what a cock was, she had leaned most of her language about sex in Paris, in French, and she wasn't sure which of her nether orifices was her 'twat.'
“My twat?” she said.
The doctor laughed.
“Surely you know what a twat is, Mrs. Nichols,” he said. “A woman so well versed in the arts of sex as to be willing to cause a man, a complete stranger, actually, to ejaculate into her mouth cannot be so innocent of such a word.”
Lilias stared at the doctor blankly.
“It is your cunt, Mrs. Nichols, your cunny, your pussy, your font of pleasure,” he said, breaking into laughter, in which the other two men joined him. “It is this,” he said, squeezing his fingers together around her pubic mound and lifting her higher still, onto the very tips of her toes and causing her to groan at the sudden pain.
The doctor loosened his grip slightly, while keeping Lilias on her toes. “Now take it out,” he said.
Lilias reached down and unbuttoned the doctor's trouser front. His organ popped up as if on cue.
“Give it a kiss, first, why don't you, Mrs. Nichols,” he said. “Let it know how much you love it, how much you want it to be inside of you, safely nestled in its new little home, the place where it is going to spend much of the balance of this voyage.”
Lilias bent her head down over the erect member, placing one hand on the doctor's thigh to steady herself and gripping the shaft of his organ with the other to hold it still as she lowered her mouth toward it. She touched her lips to the tip of the doctor's organ.
“Is that what they taught you in the French court?” the doctor said. “Do you call that a kiss? Where is the love? Where is the passion?”
Lilias pulled back the doctor's foreskin and stretched it taught along the side of the shaft until it stood up stiffly under her mouth, then lowered her lips to it once more and pressed them hard against its tip until they began to spread under the pressure and engulfed the upper half of the head of the man's penis. Then she slid the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the end of the shaft and flicked it quickly over it several times, sucking gently as she did, and moving her lips out and back on the narrow, bulbous surface in a long, languorous, sensuous kiss.
“Now that's a kiss,” the doctor said. “You were a in the French court after all, weren't you?”
“What's all this about the French court, Gravier,” Waddell grumped. “Are you keeping secrets again?”
“Not deliberately,” the doctor responded. “I just thought it best that you hear the full story directly from Mrs. Nichols' own semen-drenched lips, rather than to recite the small tidbits she has shared with me so far.”
“Well, then, Mrs. Nichols, get some of the doctor's semen on your lips, then mount up and get on with your story,” Waddell commanded, looking sternly at Lilias.
Lilias sucked hard on the doctor's penis. She felt it twitch, and a small trickle of semen dripped from it. She smeared her mouth across the tip of the doctor's organ until she felt the substance cover her lips, and then raised her head.
“That's it, Mrs. Nichols,” the doctor said, looking down at her upturned face. “Now you look like a real French .”
Lilias could feel herself blushing furiously. Her face grew warm. She rose and turned her back to the doctor, straddled his lap, and reached between her legs to grip the shaft of his penis. She had to bend down and look back between her legs to see what she was doing.
“That's it, cunt, get a good grip on it,” the doctor directed. “Now back it in, and don't get it in the wrong hole.”
“It goes in the water hole, not the dry hole,” Waddell said, laughing as if he had said something hugely funny.
“That's right, you sweet little cunt,” the doctor said to Lilias, “Back right up onto it and sit on it. Good. Like that. Like that.”
Lilias bent over further and leaned down until she could see the lips of her vulva. She tried to flex the muscles that controlled the narrow slit. She knew how to squeeze them shut, but she was unsure how to cause them to open. As she strained the muscles of her groin, the slit widened, the pink lips parted like the petals of a rose. She could see the edges and the dark interior of her open vaginal channel. She backed up onto the end of the doctor's shaft and it slid perfectly and easily into the moist chamber with an erotically satisfying sensation.
“Look at her,” the doctor said. “She wants it so much she's dripping.” He reached around her pelvis and slipped the fingers of both of his hands inside of her and pulled the lips of Lilias's vulva open further. “Let's get this wide open,” he said, and Lilias groaned as she felt the doctor pry her vaginal lips still further apart. A small trickle of clear, slightly slippery liquid flowed out around the edge of his penis and slid a few inches down Lilias's leg. Lilias felt her face grow heated once more.
“You were going to tell us, Mrs. Nichols, about how a gentle woman from New England wound up in the court of the most notorious womanizer in Europe,” Waddell said, his impatience showing in his voice.
Lilias felt the doctor release his grip on the lips of her vagina, and she squeezed the sides of her vulva tight around the shaft of the doctor's penis as she responded to Waddell.
“My mother is French,” she said simply. The doctor thrust his penis upward, and she sucked in her stomach and the muscles of her abdomen rippled as she squirmed to accommodate it.
“Yes,” Waddell said, “Your mother is French, and . . .”
“And I had just had a terrible argument with my father,” Lilias continued, trying to resume her lost train of thought.
“About?”
“About my future. He wanted me to marry an older man, someone who could run his shipping company, since he didn't have any sons to take over the business.”
“That seems reasonable,” Waddell said absently.
“Not to me,” Lilias responded. She felt the doctor's finger probing the entrance to her anal cavity and reached behind her and pushed it away.
“Leave her alone, Gravier. Let her talk. I want to hear this,” Waddell said. Gravier leaned back in the chair and Lilias leaned down and placed her hands on his thighs and moved her pelvis in a circular motion that caused his penis to rub against the sides of her vaginal cavity and send waves of pleasure deep into her body. She looked up into Waddell's face as she continued to grind her pelvis against the doctor' lap, and resumed her narrative.
“I wanted to run the company. My father had taught me everything he knew, and even he admitted that I knew more about the shipping business than any man my age.”
“So how did you get to France?” Waddell asked impatiently, his eyes straying to Lilias's crotch as she pressed it against the doctor's groin.
“It was my mother's idea,” Lilias said, squirming as the doctor moved his hips forcefully upward, thrusting his penis deep into her vagina. “She knew how disappointed I was. She thought it would be good for me to get away, to have one last fling of freedom before I got married. She just didn't realize how deeply I resented my father taking away everything I thought he had intended for me to have.”
“So she sent you to Paris?”
“She took me to Paris, and introduced me to her family's circle of friends. They were people of great talent and influence. It was marvelous. There were salons where a woman could express her views and be respected.”
“And boudoirs where she could spread her legs and be inspected -- and injected,” the doctor chimed in. Waddell and Overton both laughed heartily and Lilias felt her face grow warm and she lowered her head and squeezed her vagina tight around the doctor's penis and twisted her hips sharply in a way that she knew must be painful to him. He squirmed and pressed his hands into her back to get her to stop, and she did.
“Yes, there were boudoirs,” she acknowledged. “My mother must have known about them too. It was the French way, I suppose. She never said it in so many words, but I think she believed that if I had a chance to lose myself in French society -- with all its advantages and pitfalls -- for a time, I might accept my father's wishes more readily.”
“Get it out of your system, you mean,” Waddell said.
“Something like that,” Lilias responded. “Soon I met Comte Felix Bacciochi.”
“The Emperor's procurer,” Gravier interjected.
“He was not like that at first,” Lilias said simply. “He was nice and considerate. He listened to me.”
“And soon he was listening to your moans,” Gravier quipped.
“He was gentle. I didn't know,” Lilias said.
“And when did you find out?” Overton asked. Lilias looked up, surprised to hear Overton's voice. His face had a look of genuine concern, which she found surprising, considering that she was seated naked with the penis of the doctor thrust up into her vagina, and rippling her stomach muscles to generate a sensation of pleasure for him, as Overton asked the question.
“I found out when he took me through the door of his bedroom in the palace into a small room that I soon discovered adjoined the Emperor's chambers. I was naked. We had been in bed, but he had not touched me.”
“That was when he told you that you could kiss any part of the Emperor's body except for his face?” the doctor asked. Lilias nodded.
“And then he sent me through the door,” she said.
“And did you?” the doctor asked.
“Did I what?” Lilias responded.
“Kiss any part of the Emperor's body?”
“I did what the Emperor expected of me,” Lilias said simply.
“Fascinating, Mrs. Nichols,” Waddell said.
“I find it invigorating,” the doctor commented. “Makes me want to find out what else you learned from Comte Felix Bacciochi.”
“Indeed it does,” Waddell said, sliding his chair forward. “Let's see what else he taught you. Lean over here and apply your mouth to this. Show me how you satisfied the Emperor, twat.” He gestured toward his lap as he reached out for her hand.
Lilias was sitting upright astride the doctor's lap, his penis deep inside her vagina when Waddell spoke. At first she did not understand what he had said. Then she realized that the term 'twat' was intended to refer to her. That she had somehow, perhaps in the telling of her story, become a 'twat' to these men. Something to be used for sex, then thrown aside, or perhaps even decorated in crinolines and laces, and even treated with some deference and consideration, until the next use.
She felt her cheeks grow warm, the warning signal that she was blushing. She dropped her gaze to her pubis, as she continued to move it up and down on the doctor's penis, and knew that she had herself to blame for her situation. If she had not told the doctor her secret, if she had not opened his trousers and pursed her lips to receive him, none of this would have happened. At the same time she felt a strong sense of confusion. Each time the doctor spoke to her she felt as if her will was not her own, as if his voice somehow controlled her.
Lilias reached out and touched Waddell's outstretched hand. As she did, she remembered what he had said about the damaged housing of the Chesapeake's propeller shaft. If her husband had listened to her and run from the Chesapeake, they would have gotten away, and none of this would have been necessary. In reality, she told herself, as she felt Waddell tug on her hand, her situation was her husband's responsibility. She was paying the price of his unwisdom in order to save the ship that he would have been willing to let sink to the bottom of the ocean.
Waddell pulled Lilias toward him. She leaned forward from her hips. His groin was just beyond the reach of her lips. She planted her feet on the floor as she sat astride of the doctor's lap and, keeping her vagina impaled on his shaft, stretched her neck toward Captain Waddell's lap. She placed one hand on Waddell's thigh to steady herself while she undid the buttons on the front of his trousers with the other. In a moment his penis sat up out of the opening, and she saw immediately how her story had affected him. The organ was slippery with his secretions and stiff. It stood erect as if reaching toward her mouth. As she stared at the erect member, she recalled that night in the Emperor's bedchamber. She grasped the shaft firmly with her free hand and skinned back the foreskin, leaving the slick, shiny, cylinder with its bulbous dark-pink tip stretched tight toward her slightly parted lips. She could see the uneven blue pattern of the veins under the pink and white skin, gorged with blood as if excited at the prospect of the coming encounter with her lips. Waddell's organ looked very much like the penis that the Emperor had extended toward her mouth that night in his chambers.
“Suck it, Mrs. Nichols,” Waddell said impatiently, “don't admire it.”
She leaned forward further. She had somehow become 'Mrs. Nichols' again. Perhaps Waddell enjoyed seeing 'Mrs. Nichols' stretch her torso at full length, craning her neck toward his penis, debasing herself in her desperate effort to place her mouth on it, more than he enjoyed being serviced by a common 'twat.' She licked her lips expectantly several times, until they glistened with her saliva, then formed them into an open oval and lowered her face to the shiny, wet surface of the head of Waddell's penis -- his cock, as they now seemed to want her to call it -- and engulfed it with her mouth. It was slick with his excretions, but lacked the salty taste she had noticed the first time she had taken his penis into her mouth to seal the bargain that had saved the Delphine.
She ground her pelvis against the doctor's groin as she moved her mouth slowly and carefully up and down Waddell's shaft, pressing her lips tightly around its surface and sucking hard enough to draw a trickle of semen from its tip.
“Reach down and rub your crotch with both hands,” Waddell said to Lilias, as her lips moved along the surface of his penis.
Lilias slid her other hand down along her protruding rib cage and over the taut muscles of her belly and thrust her fingers into the moist cavity of her vagina, rubbing herself and writhing under the sweet sensation. The feel of her fingers massaging the tiny bulb of her clitoris sent tingling waves of excitement through her loins, and she arched her back in such a way as to raise her pelvis and stretch her stomach muscles taut. Then she shoved her pubic mound hard once more against the doctor's groin and drove his penis deeper still into her increasingly wet cavity.
She glanced down the length of the front of her body toward her writhing pelvis as her mouth labored over Waddell's penis and realized how awkward and decidedly unladylike her position was. She had to stretch her torso full length to keep her vagina positioned on top of the doctor's lap while leaving herself enough flexibility in her neck to allow Waddell's penis to drive all the way into her mouth until her lips pressed into his pubic hair as they encircled and gripped the very base of his shaft. Each time that happened, she could feel the tip of his organ deep in her throat. The two men, meanwhile, leaned back in their chairs and enjoyed their wine while commenting on her technique.
Her position exposed her anal cavity to the doctor's probing finger. She could not reach far enough back to push it away, and it was soon deep inside her, twisting and thrusting in an often stimulating fashion, particularly when she could feel it pressing through the tissue of her flesh against the tip of his penis that penetrated deep into her vagina. Waddell's organ was fully engorged now, but Lilias pulled one of her hands free from her vagina and tried to prop herself up by pressing it against one of Waddell's thighs and keep her mouth from settling down on his penis so far that it might choke her.
“That's enough of that,” Waddell said hoarsely, “Put your hands behind your back.” Reluctantly, Lilias moved her hands behind her back, and immediately felt herself begin to topple forward. She could no longer keep her head up, and she felt Waddell's penis slide toward the entrance of her throat. She found that her mouth was now completely defenseless. With her hands behind her back, and her body completely off balance, she no longer had any means to control how deeply his organ could penetrate her mouth.
She realized that Waddell had all the while intended satisfy himself while putting her in as helpless and vulnerable a position as possible when he began to move his pelvis upward in exaggerated strokes that thrust his penis deeper still into her mouth. She knew that the quickest route to relief from her situation lay in bringing Waddell to climax in her mouth as soon as she could. She sucked on his penis with all the force she could muster, trying to convey to him such a sense of her eagerness for him to ejaculate into her mouth that he would not be able to hold back.
“Look at her go,” Overton said. It was the first time he had spoken derisively of her during the entire evening. She found herself more hurt by his words than by the very real degradation that, with her own compliance, the other two men were inflicting on her. For the first time since Waddell had lightly touched her inner thigh to position her legs to allow himself an unobstructed view of her naked loins, she had to blink back her tears.
“She fucks like a mink,” the doctor said at that moment, thrusting his pelvis upward as he did. Lilias felt the tip of his penis push against something bulbous deep in the end of the channel that contained his upthrusting organ, and she pushed herself hard against his groin in response and let her groan escape from between her lips and the curved cylinder of Waddell's cock.
The force of the doctor's thrust and her own reaction caused her to momentarily lose her delicate balance as she perched between the penises of the two men, and her head dropped and Waddell's cock crowded deep into the back recesses of her mouth. She gulped as if she was trying to swallow his penis down her throat, to take him completely into her, to let him go down her gullet and meet the doctor's penis coming up the other way. As she gulped, her throat opened, and the captain's penis slid deeper into her throat than any man, even the Emperor on that fateful night, had ever before been able to penetrate. Yet she felt very little discomfort. It was as if she had found a new level of engorgement, a capacity to enlarge her throat to make it an extension of her oral cavity, and she gulped again, and the captain's penis went deeper still, yet without further discomfort.
Waddell began to thrust his hips upward as her throat opened to him, and she could feel his shaft sliding along the channel of her throat. She felt every ridge of his veins, even the bulge at the base of the head of his shaft, as they slipped along the inside of her cheeks, over her tongue, and down the inside of her throat. He pumped once. With her mouth and tongue she could feel the sensation of motion rippling along the entire length of his shaft, could feel the bulge of his orgasm as it moved along the barrel of his organ and toward the opening of her throat. He pumped again, and his ejaculation exploded inside of her throat, and she swallowed and felt the blast of his orgasm shoot into her open mouth like the fountain of a volcano. She pulled her head back. His penis slid back out of her throat and into the back of her mouth. She sucked hard and felt the next jet of his ejaculation fill the cavity of her mouth. She swallowed again, and again Waddell thrust his hips forward, and once more a surge of his semen poured forth, and she felt it slip along the surface of her tongue and slide down her throat, and she swallowed it.
Finally, Waddell strained upward into her mouth one last time and then sank back into his chair, and Lilias turned her head and let the organ slide out of her mouth. As Waddell's organ slipped away, Lilias again recalled her first night with the Emperor, and the directions he had given her as she had pulled her head back after finishing servicing him. She clamped her lips to the side of Waddell's shaft and ran them, and her tongue, along its length several times, looking up at Waddell as if seeking his approval. She snaked her tongue completely around the circumference of Waddell's penis.
“Do you like that?” she asked, smiling at him as if she were enjoying debasing herself as she lapped at his sexual organ in this degrading fashion. As she spoke, she remembered the excited reaction of the Emperor that night as she had licked his organ repeatedly in the same manner that she was now licking the penis of the Chesapeake's captain.
“Keep doing it,” he replied, and she continued to lick him. She ran her tongue up one side of his shaft and down the other, then lowered her mouth over the tip of it and dropped her face down on him until the entire length of his penis disappeared into her mouth. Then she closed her lips and sucked, slowly raising her mouth as she did. In the end she snaked her tongue around the organ's circumference again, beginning the entire process once more. As Lilias continued to run her tongue up and down the sides of his penis, Waddell sighed contentedly and poured himself another glass of wine.
As her need to concentrate on servicing Waddell declined, Lilias became increasingly conscious of what the doctor's penis was doing inside of her vagina. She felt occasional spasms emanating from his organ that were disturbingly indicative of an imminent ejaculation, and she became concerned that if she allowed him to proceed to thrust into her with the vigor he was currently applying he might have an orgasm and impregnate her. Of all the things Lilias did not need in her present circumstances, a pregnancy was the greatest. She therefore resolved to free herself from the doctor's attentions and bring him to climax in some other fashion. She was decidedly tired of taking the men into her mouth by this time, but was equally squeamish about allowing them to penetrate her anus, the only other orifice she had available for their pleasure. It was sometimes painful, at least initially, and always left her feeling defiled. She was uncertain which of the three forms of penetration she found most humiliating when she was submitting to it under less than totally voluntary circumstances, but, even when undergone voluntarily, she found anal penetration distasteful. She realized, therefore, that, tired of it though she was, oral satisfaction was the best alternative she had to an unwanted pregnancy.
Both Waddell and the doctor had a way of making even her voluntary submission to their whims seem forced and degrading. It was as if they deliberately tried to find new ways to make her feel humiliated, instead of trying to make her willingness to please them sexually into a warm and exciting experience. The doctor was particularly cold and calculating in this regard. He seemed deliberately to devise situations in which she could not feel comfortable. Only Overton seemed willing to make an effort to make the experience pleasant for her, and had, ironically, proven to be the least likely to try to take advantage of the several opportunities she had willingly given him to take her in any way he wished.
She was sure that if she tried to substitute her mouth as an object for the doctor's sexual gratification he would try to devise some degrading means of making her satisfy him. Still she resolved to try. She stopped licking Waddell's penis and sat upright and began to twist her body so that she could see the doctor's face. Then she swung her leg over his, so that she was sitting sidesaddle astride of his penis. She swung her other leg up, bending it double and gripping her ankle with her hand and bringing it across the doctor's body. She now sat astride the doctor's lap facing him. She took his face between her hands and kissed him on the mouth.
“My mouth is yours,” she whispered as the kiss ended. “Take it now. Satisfy yourself in it. I want to kneel at your feet and look up into your eyes as you fill my mouth with your seed.”
She felt the doctor's penis stiffen sharply as she spoke. She feared that she had waited too long, that her whispered offer of her mouth had only stirred him to ejaculate before she was ready.
“Don't you want my mouth?” she continued. “It needs you. It longs for you.”
“On your knees then,” the doctor said. “And hurry. Show me what you did for the Emperor.”
Lilias dismounted from the doctor's penis and slipped to the floor on her knees. Her lips sought his engorged penis. She pressed them against its smooth, wet surface in a passionate kiss, then engulfed the end of his shaft with her mouth in a quick motion, gulping as she had learned to do earlier with Waddell's organ, until it sank completely out of sight and her lips pressed deep into the doctor's pubic hair. She sucked. She sucked harder. She moved her head back and forth vigorously and sucked harder still. Suddenly, the doctor's penis convulsed. He thrust his hips forward. Lilias opened her throat and tilted her head back so that the doctor's penis plunged into it without hindrance. She felt shot after shot of his orgasm hurtle into her throat. She swallowed. Her throat constricted around the circumference of his shaft. Still he continued to ejaculate. She swallowed again. He tried to thrust deeper, but her lips were already encircling the base of his organ. He had penetrated as deeply as it was possible to go. Helplessly, he ground his pelvis into her face and she sucked and looked up into his eyes as he exulted in his domination.
The doctor sagged back into his chair. “I've had enough,” he said.
Lilias swallowed the last of Gravier's ejaculate and pulled her head back so that the doctor's penis slipped out of her mouth. She licked her lips and then rose slowly to her feet, tired from her efforts.
“What about you Overton,” Waddell said. “Have you become a monk? You haven't touched her.”
“She's yours, Captain,” Overton said. “Yours and the doctor's. I'll have a little taste from time to time, but I don't want to intrude on your prerogatives.”
“Nonsense,” Waddell said. “She's got enough for all of us. Did you see what she did to the poor doctor there?” He laughed as the doctor emmitted a loud snore.
“Perhaps later,” Overton said. “I've got to get Gravier back into his bunk and get this place straightened up before the steward sees it and figures out what went on here.”
“She can straighten up,” Waddell said dismissively. “But you're right. It's late. Take the doctor to his bunk and meet me at the taffrail. I need some fresh air.”
Waddell heaved himself to his feet and moved unsteadily to the door. Overton stepped ahead of him and opened the door just enough for the captain to leave without allowing anyone who might be outside to see in. Then he closed the door and gathered up the doctor. Lilias slipped on her robe and held the door open for the two men to leave.
“I'll see you another day,” Overton said. “When we can talk.”
Lilias grasped him by the lapel, stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at her quizzically and staggered through the door with his burden.
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Lilias - Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
The transfer to the Chesapeake of Captain Nichols, his baggage and several boatloads of the Delphine's stores was completed and the last whaleboat secured by the time the Chesapeake's bells chimed four times, indicating that the hour was two in the afternoon. Lilias looked out from her window in the transom of the Delphine at the activity on the Chesapeake as men moved cargo across the deck and moved about her rigging. She watched the raider's sails unfurl from the yardarms and billow as they filled with the freshening breeze. Then she heard the boson's pipe sound above her head, on the deck of the Delphine, accompanied by shouted orders. The Delphine's crew was for the most part not familiar with the piped signals used on a naval ship, and the sound of the sails falling into place seemed ragged and uncoordinated. She wished that she could go on deck -- that she had not committed herself to this charade of illness -- but she knew she needed to keep up the pretense that she was sick long enough to see how her arrangement with the Captain and the doctor developed.
The Delphine sailed to the lee of the Chesapeake for the rest of the day, and Lilias could not see the raider from her cabin. At dusk, she could hear the sound of a sailor hanging a lantern from the stern rail above her window. In a few moments there was a knock at her door. She scrambled into her bunk.
“Come in,” she called as she straightened the coverlet, and the door opened. Timothy Bottoms, her husband's steward, entered with a small tray of food, his barrel-shaped bulk filling the narrow doorway.
“How's the Cape Horn fever missus?” Bottoms asked, grinning.
“Better, thanks,” she responded, smiling back. Bottoms obviously knew she was feigning illness. “How are things on deck?”
“The barky's still swimmin',” Bottoms replied as he sat the tray on Lilias's lap, “thanks to you missus. But the Rebs keep a pretty close eye on us, and they keep them Thomas rifles pretty close to hand.” He laughed as if the rebel precautions against mutiny were a huge joke, his grin revealing the small, now almost completely filled, gap where a canine tooth had once been. Bottoms looked like a battle-tested alley cat, with small scars dividing his eyebrows, their ridges showing white against his deeply tanned forehead. His ears were swollen and gnarled, souvenirs, Lilias knew, like the scars and missing tooth, of many a waterfront brawl and shipboard boxing match. Though he looked as weathered as an old boot, to Lilias Bottoms' familiar face was reassurance that there was still a measure of comfort, if not security, for her on board the Delphine.
“I haven't seen the officer they put in charge of the Delphine,” she said. “What is he like?”
“Not your usual snotty,” Bottoms responded, using his favorite term for a green officer. “Overton's his name. Still wet behind the ears.”
Lilias smiled. Bottoms' description of every officer under the age of 40 was the same. “You'd say the same about Captain Waddell,” she said.
“Not that one,” Bottoms said, looking for a place to spit and not finding one. “You wouldn't want to cross his bows. Keep an eye on him, and the doctor too. Don't trust either of them. Overton's different. Taut, but looks like he might sail close to the wind. He won't be long coming to look in on you,” Bottoms finished with a wink.
So the new officer commanding the Delphine was not only young, but smart and maybe a risk taker and probably fancied himself to be a ladies' man into the bargain. As she wondered about her new jailer, she remembered that the doctor had called the officer who had first boarded the Delphine Overton. She found it hard to reconcile the memory of that hesitant young officer with Timothy Bottoms' description of him. Lilias made a mental note to test Mr. Overton's willingness to take risks when the time came.
“Tell the crew to keep on their good behavior,” Lilias said. “We want the rebels to relax.”
“Don't worry missus,” Bottoms responded conspiratorially, his voice rasping in a stage whisper that sounded loud enough to be heard in the main top. “But you just give the word, and every man jack on the barky will find a rebel throat to slit before you can bat an eye.”
“If things go the way I plan,” Lilias said, “we'll have the Delphine back and be on our way without anybody getting hurt. Just don't let the men do anything foolish.”
“Right you are, missus. Nothing foolish.” Bottoms nodded his head slightly and pulled the door closed as he left, and Lilias stuck her knife into the slab of salted herring on her plate.
Overton made his call later that evening, just after Bottoms took Lilias's tray away. Even in the half-light of the single candle above her bunk she could see that he was handsome. He was indeed the same officer she had met earlier. This time, however, he acted very differently. He sat on her bunk and pulled her blanket aside, admiring her long, slender bare legs. Lilias was startled. Despite her bargain with Waddell and Overton, she had not expected to be treated so cavalierly by any of the other Confederate officers. She reached for the blanket, sensitive for the first time of how tan her legs were below her knee. She wondered what Overton would think if he knew that she had made herself a pair of cut-off trousers to wear to climb to her favorite perch in the rigging. Overton grabbed her wrist when she tried to cover her legs with her gown. “Let me go,” she said. “What do you think you're doing?”
“Admiring this very lovely body,” he replied.
She shivered involuntarily as he ran his hand over her calf, then moved it slowly up past her tan line, caressing the soft skin on the inside of her creamy white thigh.
Lilias tried to evade his touch. She scrunched up against the bulkhead, but there was no escape on the narrow confines of her bunk. Overton placed his hands on her knees and pressed her legs apart. He raised the hem of the gown so high that when she looked down she knew he could see her pubic hair. Lilias felt as if her throat were constricted. She had to breathe hard to draw air into her lungs. She was frightened. She kept her eyes lowered. She felt the heat in her cheeks and knew that she must be blushing as she gazed at her thighs -- spread apart, her pubis exposed. His hand rested on the inside of her thigh. He moved it closer to her pubis. Then he moved it higher, grasping the bunched-up gown and pulling it up further, well above her naval. For several minutes he sat and looked at her naked groin, his hand lying almost motionless next to the tender dark-pink flesh of the slightly parted lips of her vulva. The only sound in the cabin was their breathing. She stared at his hand as it rested on the soft white skin of her groin. It didn't move. Then, gradually, almost imperceptibly, Lilias began to feel the pressure of his fingers increase against the inside of her thigh. She moved her knees slightly further apart in response to his touch. He pressed his fingers against her inner thigh again. She spread her legs wider. As her legs parted, she could see the lips of her vulva separate from each other and open themselves to the man's gaze. She felt a sensation of wetness between her legs as the officer's fingers from time to time moved lightly along the surface of the tender skin of her inner thigh, and occasionally probed beneath the soft hair that thinly covered the entrance to her vagina. Then she felt his finger slide along the inner edge of the lip of her vulva, pressing the crevice open slightly.
She drew her breath in sharply and let out a little cry.
He bent his head down and looked carefully at the soft pink exposed membrane that she felt twitch involuntarily under his gentle touch. His breath stirred the soft hairs that shielded the opening between her legs. Her skin tingled. She felt her face grow hot. She leaned back onto her pillow, and slowly spread her legs even further apart. She looked down at her legs. She lay almost spread eagled, as if she had been staked out on an anthill by wild Indians. One of her pillows was under her hips, and her pelvis arched upward, exposing her pubic mound even more provocatively and accenting the impression of her availability. She raised her head. As she stared at her pubis, she felt an uncontrollable urge to reach down and take Overton's hand in hers. She stretched her hand down and touched the back of Overton's hand. She felt his index finger, and took it between her finger and thumb and slowly pressed it into the wet crevice. She tightened her muscles, squeezing the lips of her vulva closed around his finger and holding it tight. He responded by thrusting the finger deep inside her, and she drew a deep breath and leaned forward and stretched her mouth out toward his, her neck arching. Her gown fell open, revealing her breasts. She reached down and cradled one of her breasts in her hand and brought it up to his mouth.
“Suck,” she said, and he did, his tongue curling around the nipple before his mouth fastened onto the surrounding full, ripe curve of her breast and drew it in.
Lilias sat up, arched her back and thrust her hips upward. His finger pressed deep inside her, touching the tiny opening in the bulbous protrusion deep within. Looking over Overton's shoulder, she dug her fingers into the mass of brown curls at the back of his head and pressed his mouth harder against her breast and felt a shudder well up from where his finger touched her.
“Not too fast,” she heard him say. “The doctor will be here soon. He won't want us to start without him.”
The doctor! Lilias felt her pulse quicken with a sense of near panic. This man was waiting for the doctor to join them. They expected her to perform God knows what acts upon them. Worse than that, Lilias knew that she would do what they wanted. Her heart began to pound. Her temples throbbed. She had not expected the doctor too. At that instant she heard the door latch open, then close, and felt, rather than heard, the doctor come to the side of her bunk. She opened her eyes and, as she looked straight ahead over Overton's shoulder, saw the doctor move directly in front of her. He had just loosened the last button on his trousers and was fishing his organ out of his pants. He gripped it lightly between his fingers and held it so she could see it. Lilias hesitated. The doctor scowled. She shuddered, and placed her hands on Overton's chest and pushed him away.
“Excuse me,” she said, “the doctor wants me.”
Lilias arose from the bunk, trying to ignore Overton's startled look. She took a step toward the doctor.
“On your hands and knees,” the doctor said. “Crawl.”
Lilias dropped slowly to her hands and knees. She began to crawl.
“Not like that,” Gravier said, “raise your head up. Look at this.”
Lilias raised her head and saw the doctor's penis gripped in his fist. She crawled toward it, conscious of the swaying of her breasts with each movement, of the eyes of the two men, but particularly Overton, wondering what he was thinking as he watched her debase herself before the doctor.
“That's close enough.” Gravier said, “Now stretch your neck out.”
Lilias extended her neck until the doctor's penis was only inches away from her mouth.
Gravier gripped his penis in his fist and held it out toward her. “Kiss it,” he said.
Lilias stared at the organ for a moment. She watched a drop of clear viscous liquid ooze from the slit at the tip of the knob, then leaned her head forward and pressed her lips against the soft surface of the knob of the doctor's penis and tasted the salty flavor of the glistening semen. The doctor pulled back the foreskin so that the shaft stretched and stiffened. He pushed the tip against her lips, and she parted them slightly and let him slide it between them. The knob pushed its way past the inside of her lips as it entered her mouth. Lilias let it rest there, as she looked up into the doctor's face. He nodded, and she began to suck slowly. Immediately she felt a few drops of slippery liquid begin to trickle into her mouth.
“Come over here and watch her suck,” she heard the doctor say, and Overton moved to her side and knelt next to her.
As Lilias sucked on the doctors penis, she looked out to the side at Overton's face, so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her cheek. She felt her cheeks grow very warm, and knew she must be blushing furiously. Overton stared in apparent fascination at her lips, as they gripped and slid along the doctor's shaft as it moved in and out of her mouth. As she sucked on the doctor's organ, she found herself imagining that it was Overton's penis that she held between her lips. At that moment, the doctor's penis convulsed, and a torrent of warm, salty, viscous liquid shot into her mouth. She clamped her lips firmly around the doctor's shaft and sucked hard. The liquid poured down her throat, and she swallowed.
“Open your mouth,” she heard the doctor say, and she did, still keeping Gravier's throbbing penis within the confines of her parted lips. The doctor's ejaculate poured down her chin and she felt a trickle begin to slide down toward her neck as she held her mouth wide open and turned her head slightly to let Overton peer inside. He moved his head closer and stared into her mouth. She felt another jet of liquid gush onto her tongue from the tip of the doctor's penis. Her mouth filled. She tried to swallow, but with her lips parted, the liquid spilled over her chin and cascaded down onto the smooth boards of the deck. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at the doctor.
“Close your mouth,” the doctor said, “and suck hard on my penis.”
At that, Lilias clamped her lips firmly around the doctor's shaft as still another spurt of semen shot into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked hard.
“Keep your head back, just like that,” Gravier said. I'm going to shove my penis all the way in. Is that all right?”
Lilias stared at the doctor's face, her eyes wide, her heart pounding.
She nodded.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded again, but even so she was not prepared for the sensation she felt when the doctor shoved his penis deep into her mouth. She struggled to keep from gagging as the doctor forced his organ almost into the opening of her throat. Then she sucked so hard that her cheeks caved in from the effort, pulling the organ further inside her mouth and drawing forth still another jet of ejaculate. She felt the doctor strain, and his penis stiffened and moved against the roof of her mouth, but although he was now copulating fiercely with her mouth, no more liquid leaked out. When the doctor's thrusts into her mouth finally subsided, Lilias gripped the shaft of his penis tightly with her lips and slowly pulled her head back, sucking hard all the while, draining the last of the ejaculate from his shaft, until his organ finally popped out from between her puckered lips with a sound like a cork pulling loose from a wine bottle. She licked her lips carefully, running her tongue down her chin as far as she could reach and lapping the spilled ejaculate back into her mouth.
At that moment Lilias felt Overton's hand touch her thigh as he knelt beside her on the floor. She looked over toward him and saw that he had reached back to fondle her. She dropped her head and looked down past her breasts and watched his hand as it moved between her legs and pressed against her vagina. She felt one of his fingers enter her vulva, and she arched her hips downward, forcing the finger deeper inside her. Overton responded by wriggling his finger until it struck the sensitive opening once more, and she writhed in satisfaction, spreading her legs wider and pressing herself harder against his hand. She felt his finger enter deep inside of her vagina, and she began to thrust her pubis against his hand in fierce jerking motions. She let out a soft moan and resumed the wild copulating thrusts of her pelvis.
“Push it in deeper,” she moaned softly.
“I can't,” Overton said. “That's as deep as I can get.”
Overton was on his knees beside her, supporting himself with one hand, and Lilias reached over and gripped his penis through the cloth of his trousers. She fumbled frantically with the buttons on his trousers, and finally managed to loosen them. She reached into the opening of his trousers and pulled on his penis as if she were milking a cow. She felt the organ stiffen under her grip, and she milked it harder. She gripped the shaft tightly and stood up, pulling him toward her as she moved backward toward the bunk. She pushed him onto the bunk and straddled him, her vagina positioned directly above his stiff penis. Then she lowered herself onto the erect shaft, stifling a squeal as it slid deep inside her.
“Lie on your back,” she said. “Let me get on top of you so I can drive it in deeper.”
Overton swung his legs up onto the bunk, holding Lilias steady as he did. Then he leaned back onto the pillow, and she shoved her pelvis hard against him, and felt him so deep inside her she thought he might come out through her anus. As she pressed herself against Overton, she felt the doctor's finger pushing against her sphincter muscle. She relaxed, and the finger plunged deep inside her, opening her up. She felt the finger come back out again, and another object, larger this time, but softer, press back inside. And then she felt the doctor's weight on her back and she knew that he had shoved his penis inside her anus. She groaned, and bit her lip to stifle the sound.
“How do you like that, Mrs. Nichols?” the doctor asked. “Do you enjoy being taken from behind like a ?” Gravier thrust again, and she groaned once more as the two penises seemed to meet inside her and press hard against each other, separated only by a small, sensitive layer of her vagina wall. At that instant her clitoris began to spasm uncontrollably, and she felt a trickle of wetness run out between the lips of her vulva and down onto Overton's groin. She moaned and pressed her pubis hard against Overton.
“Look at her,” Gravier said. “She is panting like a bitch in heat.”
By now Lilias was perspiring heavily. Her shoulders and back were wet, and sweat trickled down between her breasts and onto her belly. As the doctor thrust into her from behind, she felt Overton's penis begin to stir, and realized that if he ejaculated, she ran a risk of becoming pregnant. She pressed her hands hard into the mattress and raised herself up, lifting the doctor and pulling free of Overton's penis. Then, carrying the full weight of the still-writhing doctor on her back, and moving carefully to prevent the doctor's penis from pulling free from her anus, she slid her face down to Overton's crotch and closed her mouth around the shaft of his penis. She lay still for a moment, breathing heavily through her nose, exhausted from her effort as the doctor continued to thrust into her anus. Then she began to suck. A minute passed, then another. Still the doctor pushed his organ deep into her anus, and she continued to suck on Overton's penis. Then, without warning, the shaft in her mouth began to throb, and a fountain of ejaculate welled up in her mouth. She swallowed, and her mouth filled once more. She swallowed again. Again her mouth filled, as Overton's penis continued to pump. At that moment, the doctor began to moan and thrust wildly into her. She felt a wetness begin to fill her anal cavity, and thrust her buttocks upward, sucking harder on Overton's penis as she did. Overton moaned and thrust his hips upward, forcing his penis deeper into her mouth. She sucked once more, and another gush of semen poured into her mouth in response to her effort.
Lilias continued to suck and move her hips. The two penises strained inside her, but she could not extract any more semen with her mouth, and she felt no more enter her from the doctor's organ. Finally, she felt the doctor begin to move. He pressed his hands into the mattress and lifted himself off of her. His penis popped out of her anus with a sound similar to the one it had made when it exited her mouth only a few minutes earlier. She lifted her head, sucking hard on Overton's penis as she did. The sound repeated itself as Overton's penis slid out of her mouth. She rolled over off of the bunk and onto the floor and lay on her back, breathing hard as she tried to catch her breath. He breasts rose and fell with the effort of her breathing, and Overton reached down and took each of the nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and squeezed them until she writhed under the pain of his touch. He gripped her breasts and pulled her upward. She slid her legs under her haunches and knelt before him by the bunk. He rose to his feet and placed one hand under her chin, tilting her head back until she looked up into his face. With the other hand he gripped his penis and began milking it in front of her mouth.
“Open wide,” he said, and she opened her mouth and moved it closer to the tip of his shaft.
His hand fairly flew up and down the length of the shaft now. She heard the stippling sound his fingers made against the flesh of his organ they whipped up and down along its surface.
“Here it comes,” he said.
She stretched her jaw wide and let her tongue protrude. The tip of the shaft nearly touched her front teeth. She looked down at it and saw that it had begun to glisten with the liquid that oozed from the tiny crevice at its tip. She looked up once again at Overton's face. It was contorted with his efforts to force himself to ejaculate. She lowered her eyes just in time to see the first jet of semen burst forth from the end of his shaft and fly into her mouth. She tilted her head back further and felt the next shot strike the back of her throat.
She heard a sound of heavy breathing and rapid hand movement beside her, and realized that the doctor was attempting to force himself to ejaculate too. She looked to the side and saw his penis throbbing in his hand. At that moment another jet of Overton's semen shot into her mouth, and she moved her head forward to try to close her lips around his shaft and suck out the remainder of his ejaculate.
“No,” Overton said. “Keep your head still. I want to watch it shoot into your mouth.”
Lilias looked into his eyes in assent and drew her head back an inch or two. She held it steady as Overton's semen continued to spurt into her mouth. Finally, it was clear that his reservoir had been pumped dry, and he held the tip of his penis directly above her backward-tilted face and squeezed the last few drops of semen onto her tongue.
“Now you can suck it clean,” he said.
Lilias moved her head upward slightly and closed her lips gently around the man's shaft and sucked as hard as she could.
“Hurry,” the doctor said. “I'm almost ready.”
Lilias sucked rapidly. She felt her cheeks grow hollow with the effort. Then she pulled her head back and down and Overton's penis slipped silently out of her mouth and dangled between his legs.
She turned her head just in time to see the doctor's penis plunge toward her mouth. She opened her lips and let it thrust inside. A torrent of his ejaculate flooded her mouth, and she swallowed quickly and closed her lips around the throbbing shaft and sucked.
“This has got to be the best duty in any navy in the entire world,” she heard Overton say.
Lilias turned her eyes toward Overton's and her mouth broke into a smile. Her lips pulled away from the surface of the doctor's penis just as another blob of semen shot into her mouth. She tried to grip the doctor's penis with her lips and smile at Overton at the same time, and did not succeed very well with either effort. She felt the doctor's semen flow out of her mouth and down her neck toward her collarbone.
Overton began to laugh. His eyes crinkled. Then the doctor started to laugh too. Lilias tried to suck the last of the doctor's semen from his penis, but she started to laugh as well, and she let the organ slip from her mouth and lay back down on the floor, her ribs rising and shaking as she laughed and gasped for breath. Finally, after several minutes, their laughter began to subside. Lilias was exhausted. Languidly, she reached up with each hand and touched both men on their penises. Then she closed her fingers around each shaft and, still laughing, pulled them down to her.
Both men dropped to their knees on either side of Lilias's head as she continued to pull hard on both organs, dragging them toward her face until they rested against her lips. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and peeled the foreskins of both shafts back and shoved both of them into her mouth at the same time. She pressed the two organs together side by side in her mouth, and ran her tongue first around one, then around the other, then between them, as they crowded together in her mouth. Then she let her hands fall to her sides and just lay quietly on her back, her only movement the flicking of her tongue and the motion of her lips as she fondled both of the organs simultaneously with her mouth.
Finally she turned her head, first to one side, then to the other, and let each of the penises in turn slide out from between her lips.
“I think it is time,” she said, propping herself up in a half-reclining position on the floor, with her elbows supporting her from behind, and tilting her head slightly to one side as she looked up into the faces of the two men, “that we discuss my plans for what we should do with this ship when the war is over.”
Lilias rose to one knee, then to her feet, and sat in a small chair. The two men sat side by side on the bunk facing her. She crossed her knees and pulled the gown closed over her breasts and started to tie her sash when the doctor reached out and touched her arm.
“Please leave that open,” he said, smiling. He reached down with both hands and tugged the gown away from her hips. Then he touched her knee. She uncrossed her legs as his hand guided her knee to a position that left her pelvis exposed to their view. The doctor's action disconcerted Lilias. She clasped her hands in her lap, drew another disapproving stare from the doctor, and separated them. Resignedly she rested her hands on her thighs and moved her knees further apart. She looked down at her lap, and adjusted her position slightly so that her legs did not block the doctor's view. He nodded his approval, and she gathered her thoughts once more and began to speak.
“This war will not go on much longer,” she said, lowering her eyes to her hands so as not to have to see the faces of the two men as they stared at the distracting view presented by the indelicate positioning of her knees. She felt her rage rise at what she recognized as a deliberate attempt by the doctor to treat her as a plaything, and not allow her to present her ideas with even the slightest pretense of dignity. She tried to compose herself again, despite the indignity of having to keep her pubis exposed. When her anger subsided, she continued, “and when it is over, no matter which side wins, there will not be much employment for ships and seamen. The military will be reduced, budgets will be cut, our merchant fleet will be overwhelmed by Europe's, thanks to the devastation of raiders like the Chesapeake and the Alabama.”
Lilias raised her eyes from her hands to the faces of the two men and saw that they were looking at her face now.
“A ship like the Delphine, properly armed, could, however, make a fortune for her owners here in the Pacific,” she continued. “Consider, first, this ship's capability as a combatant. It could at any time strike across the Pacific from the coast of Asia -- where I presume your captain intends either to raid U.S. merchant shipping or attack the Pacific whaling fleet -- and capture one of the California gold ships.” Lilias saw that she now had the full attention of both men and she crossed her legs and leaned forward without eliciting a protest from the doctor. “The gold ship would be only the beginning,” she continued. The two men leaned closer to her. “Japan and China are beginning to awaken to the western world. The Japanese are already buying naval ships from the French and British that were manufactured for the Confederate navy and seized before they were finished. They will need experienced naval officers to help them with these ships.”
Lilias paused. Overton's face was eager, his eyes glistening. “She's right,” he said to the doctor. “After the Mexican War the American navy was starved for funds. Officers were cashiered or reduced in rank. There was no work.”
The doctor nodded. “The same thing could well happen again. There will certainly be no merchant fleet.”
“And no jobs for seamen,” Overton added.
As the two men hung on her words, Lilias told them about the lessons her father had taught her concerning the shipping business, and outlined her plan to fake the sinking of the Delphine and take the ship to Asia, offering its services to the highest bidder. “A ship like this, equipped for war and manned by experienced naval officers and seamen, could completely change the balance of power in a local conflict,” she said.
The men's faces almost glowed with eagerness as they listened to Lilias. No longer did they stare at her bare hips and breasts, and Lilias herself had become completely oblivious to her own nakedness, gesturing with her hands or touching one of the men on the arm to make a point, even when it left her loins exposed or brought her dangerously close to their grasp.
“The first time I went to sea was on a whaler off Japan,” Overton said, finally. “We were shipwrecked. I spent two years in Japan, waiting to be sent home. Then I joined the navy. The doctor and I were with Perry's fleet when he went to Japan in 1854,” he continued. “Perry wanted an officer with him who could speak some Japanese. I was just a green midshipman, but I remember how easily our ships changed the military balance. The shipment of grain from Osaka to Edo halted for ten days out of fear of our ships, even though we meant no harm to them.”
When Lilias heard Overton say that he had been in the U.S. navy in 1854 she realized that he must be older than she had originally believed, and she looked at his youthful face with renewed interest. Overton met her gaze, and she looked away and tugged her gown closed until it almost concealed the nipples of her breasts before she remembered the doctor's admonition and dropped her hands. At the same time she was conscious of a sudden warmth in her face, which she assumed must mean that she was blushing. She hurried on with her explanation of her plans for the Delphine, questioning Overton about his two years as a shipwrecked whaler, and he and the doctor about their observations in Japan and China during Perry's expedition. She was fascinated with the doctor's accounts of his experiments with Chinese medicine, especially acupuncture.
“I can insert a needle in a man's back and saw his leg off without him feeling any pain,” he said.
“No you can't,” she said.
“Well, maybe not,” he responded, laughing sheepishly, “but I have seen Chinese doctors render an arm impervious to pain, and I learned something about placing the needles. I can put a needle in your hand and make a nerve in your leg move.”
The three conspirators talked on into the night, oblivious of the hour or the chiming of the ship's bells, until the single candle began to gutter and Lilias had to get up and rummage through a drawer in the darkness of the adjoining cabin to find another.
When she returned to her cabin, both men were on their feet.
“It is almost dawn,” Overton said. “I just heard eight bells.”
“Four o'clock?” the doctor said. “My god, this is insane. The whole ship will be talking about us. We only meant to stay a few minutes.”
“Never mind,” Lilias said. “Tell anyone who asks that I have had a relapse, and that you spent the whole night caring for me. Then limit your visits over the coming week to a few minutes.”
“Only if you can perform instant miracles with your very talented lips and tongue,” the doctor said, with a crooked smile that Lilias found unnerving.
Lilias lowered her eyes in response to the doctor's pointed demand, and guided the two men to the door. Overton exited without looking back, but the doctor stayed inside, and closed the door quietly behind Overton's departing figure.
“Get down on your knees,” he said, peremptorily, turning to Lilias. “You may have Overton mesmerized with your schemes, but you and I are going to have an arrangement that suits me, not you.”
Lilias was stunned by the doctor's hostile tone, but she lowered herself to her knees as he had ordered, as he unbuttoned his trousers once more and pulled out his penis and skinned back the foreskin.
“Each time I leave you, I will expect you to service me with your mouth as a parting gesture,” he said, nodding to indicate that she was to begin. Lilias moved her head forward and took the doctor's penis between her lips and began immediately to suck vigorously. It stiffened slowly in her mouth. Obviously his previous orgasms had robbed it of much of its vigor.
“That's enough,” he said, unexpectedly, when she had her lips had pulled on his organ only a few times. “I only require a symbolic indication that you recognize your position,” he said. “Just keep your lips where they are as I slip out the door.”
He reached back to open the door and stepped backward into the opening as Lilias followed on her knees, her mouth still working energetically on his organ. He closed the door until it was open only a few inches, and let her continue to suck on his penis from inside her cabin as he stood facing her on the deck, his hips pressed against the door jamb, his penis protruding through the opening and into her mouth. Then he stepped back into the darkness, and his penis slipped out from between her pursed lips. She watched him button his trousers and turn to leave before she closed the door the rest of the way. She shook her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she closed the door. Clearly the doctor's apparently insatiable appetite for sex and his lack of discretion were going to be considerable problems for her.
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Lilias - Chapter Three
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Posted:Dec 12, 2008 9:22 am
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Chapter Three
Lilias Nichols looked out of the small window of her cabin at the approaching whaleboat. An officer in a gray uniform resplendent in gold braid sat erect in the stern. His torso swayed forward and backward easily as the oars rose and fell with the precision of a chorus line. She recognized Dr. Gravier sitting next to him.
The bulk of the two ships blocked some of the breeze in the narrow expanse of water that separated the two ships, leaving the sea in between comparatively calm. Lilias examined the three-masted Confederate raider. It rode low in the water. It's sleek silhouette suggested speed. There was a single funnel, low and streamlined, just astern of the main mast. Auxiliary steam. The largest gun sat on a pivot just ahead of the foremast, so that it could swing in a nearly full circle. A dozen thoughts crowded into her head. All of them demanded her attention, even though all she wanted to think about was what she was going to say to Captain Waddell of the Chesapeake when he entered her cabin.
The whaleboat pulled alongside the confederate raider, and Lilias could no longer see it. She heard the sounds of the boat against the side of the Delphine, and heard the shouts of “make that line fast,” and “step away from that ladder,” as the officer and his men scrambled up the side of the ship. She returned to her bed and prepared for her next encounter with the enemy.
In a moment she heard a knock at the door, and recognized the voice of Dr. Gravier.
“Mrs. Nichols?”
“Come in,” she called back.
The door opened, and her husband, Dr. Gravier and the other officer crowded into the small cabin.
“This is Captain Waddell, Dr. Gravier said, indicating the tall officer who had followed him into the room.
Waddell looked to be a man in his forties, tall and handsome, with neatly trimmed brown hair parted near the center, only the slightest hint of sideburns that did not extend even halfway down his ear, and a mustache that barely covered his upper lip and curled like a wave over the corners of his mouth. The closely spaced row of brass buttons on his gray jacket was open to the waist, and his gray vest was half-unbuttoned as well. He wore a narrow bow tie neatly knotted and his blue eyes were friendly.
“I thank you for your kindness in journeying from your ship to see me, Captain Waddell,” Mrs. Nichols said as Waddell moved to her bedside.
“I understand from the doctor that you have a matter of importance to discuss with me,” Waddell said.
“Yes,” Lilias responded. She turned her face toward her husband and took his hand in hers. “Would you and Dr. Gravier leave me alone with Captain Waddell for a few moments?” she asked.
Waddell turned to Nichols and the doctor and said “then if you will excuse us gentlemen, I will call you when our business is at an end.”
Dr. Gravier bade Mrs. Nichols farewell and took Captain Nichols by the arm, closing the door tightly behind them as they left.
“If you will be brief, Madam,” Captain Waddell said.
“Of course,” Lilias responded, shifting her body upright in the bunk and carefully noting Captain Waddell's reaction as the lapel of her gown fell open slightly. She clutched it closed quickly across her partially exposed breast. “It has always been my belief that a woman should have a little money of her own to get along in this world,” Lilias began. “This ship represents the only chance that I have to achieve that objective.”
“This ship,” Waddell interjected, “will certainly be declared a prize of war when I convene a maritime hearing on board the Chesapeake this afternoon.”
“Of course,” Lilias said. Waddell looked surprised at her response, but said nothing. “You have,” she continued, “alternatives, however, to putting the Delphine to the torch.”
“Such as?”
“You could ransom her.”
“And how would I collect this ransom?”
“I can draw a draft from my father's shipping agent in Melbourne for an appropriate sum,” Lilias responded.
Waddell leaned forward.
“Twenty thousand dollars?” Waddell asked.
“Ten,” Lilias responded.
Waddell hesitated; she could see that he was thinking.
“We can settle the amount later,” he said finally, with a wave of his hand. “How would you propose that we handle the matter of the Delphine until we arrive in Australia, supposing that to be our destination? I cannot leave her crew on board her without a heavy guard, and I cannot spare so many men.”
“If you keep my husband on the Chesapeake, so that he cannot stir the men to mutiny, or become an obstruction to our 'arrangement',” she looked directly into Waddell's eyes as she said this, “and let me stay on the Delphine,” she continued, “I can guarantee the cooperation of my crew.”
“The Delphine would be handy as an auxiliary to the Chesapeake,” Waddell said. “It would be useful to be able to cover a wider swath of ocean as we search for prey.”
“She has speed and steam as well, and can keep up in unfavorable winds,” Lilias said.
“Well that's more than we have at the moment,” Waddell said.
“What do you mean?” Lilias asked.
We haven't been able to use the engine since December 7. The brass band that holds the propeller shaft in place is cracked. We'll have to make sail until we can get it repaired in Melbourne.”
“You mean we could have outrun you if we'd only got up steam?”
Waddell laughed. “Easily,” he said.
It was the last straw. Lilias pounded her fist into her pillow.
“Aaaaggghh!” she screamed. “Those fools. I told them to run.”
Waddell laughed again, and Lilias's anger rose further.
“What's done is done,” he said. “There's no point now in getting angry.”
“I can't help it,” she said through gritted teeth, as she felt the heat rise in her face, “but I don't have to continue to let his fool decisions keep ruining my life.”
Waddell's brow furrowed, but he spoke in a calm voice. “Why,” he asked, returning to Lilias's proposal, “should I let you stay on the Delphine instead of keeping you on the Chesapeake and letting your husband stay here?”
“Because,” she responded, “I need your help, and he doesn't. And,” she continued, tilting her head to one side and lowering her voice conspiratorially, “he might try to recapture the Delphine when your prize crew was off guard.”
Waddell nodded. “And what help do you need from me?”
“To get my ship away from that man forever,” Lilias said, “ideally by making it look like it has sunk with the loss of all hands, including myself. That way, I will have the ship, and can disappear with her, while you have the money, and my husband is set ashore in Australia to mourn my death. My father can claim the insurance for the loss of the ship, and I will be free of this whole sorry arrangement.”
“What sorry arrangement is that, Madam?” Waddell asked.
“A farce of a marriage to a man twice my age with whom I have nothing in common and in which I am a prisoner.” Lilias heard the words with a tingle of excitement. She had never voiced her frustration to any other living person, and now she was pouring out all her anger to this man who held the power of life and death over her hopes and dreams.
“Your proposition is bizarre, but tempting,” Waddell said. “We have not been able to take our prizes into any neutral ports for disposition, and have been forced to burn them instead. A ransom of twenty thousand dollars . . .”
“Ten.”
“Fifteen . . . would be very useful here on the far side of the world.”
“Then you will help me?” Lilias said.
“It will be difficult to accomplish without suspicion,” Waddell said. “But perhaps if you sweeten the bargain.” He hesitated.
Lilias looked into Waddell's face. She recognized the look that greeted her gaze. She had seen it before, even on the face of the Emperor, when Bacciochi had held open the door to his chamber for her and spoken the fateful words 'you may kiss the emperor any place on his person except on his face.'
“What would you have me do?” Lilias asked.
“I will have to think about it,” Lilias heard Waddell say. “Meanwhile the Delphine will continue to swim.”
“Shall we seal our bargain with a drink, Captain,” Lilias said, leaning far forward and stretching out her hand to take a decanter from her dresser. She saw Waddell's eyes stray to the bosom of her gown as it fell open and revealed the nipple of her creamy white breast.
“Of course,” Waddell replied, bending toward her and caressing her breast with his left hand, “and we can discuss 'sweetening' the bargain.”
Lilias's breath caught in her throat as Waddell's other hand rested on her thigh, and his fingers squeezed.
“If you intend to sweeten the bargain in that fashion, Captain,” Lilias said, moving her face closer to Waddell's, so that her cheek nuzzled against his, “the ransom will be no more than ten thousand dollars, and perhaps considerably less, depending upon the amount of sweetening required.”
“For the ransom to fall below fifteen thousand, dear lady,” Waddell replied, sitting next to her on the edge of her bed, “the sweetening will have to be copious, and widely and liberally applied.” He pulled her gown open. She drew a sharp breath as his hand slid down her flat belly and nestled between her legs. Lilias sat up on the edge of the bed, straightening her back and opening her legs to his touch. She felt his finger fondle the edge of the lip of her vulva. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as his lips moved down from her neck and onto the firm curve of her breast. Then she moved her hand down to his and pulled it away from her.
“Not now,” she whispered huskily. “Come back when my husband has moved to the Chesapeake. We will have time then.”
“I think not,” Waddell responded, rising to his feet and standing in front of her, his groin positioned exactly level with her eyes. As she stared at the seam in the front of the Chesapeake captain's trousers, Lilias wondered if the doctor had told him what she had done to him with her mouth. “I will have a sample of the wares you have on offer now, Madam,” he continued, seizing her hand and pulling it to the front of his trousers, “or you will watch the Delphine burn before the day has ended.”
Lilias drew her breath in sharply. She stared at Waddell's hand, as it held hers tight against his crotch. She felt the man's penis stir at once under her touch. She looked up into the captain's eyes and nodded her head slightly, and he released her hand.
“You can't get into the bed with me,” she said, glancing nervously at the door. “Someone might hear. Let me show you a faster, quieter, safer, way.”
“Safer?”
“A method that doesn't carry the risk of pregnancy.”
Quickly, she tugged at the buttons of his trousers. They pulled loose easily. She reached inside and felt for the fleshy appendage that she could see nestled deep in the folds of cloth. She tugged at it, and it slipped out. She held it lightly in her hand and felt it begin to harden under her touch. Lilias looked up into Waddell's face. He nodded. She pulled back the foreskin of the stiffening organ and stuck out her tongue. She looked up again at Waddell's eyes. He was staring at her as if hypnotized, and she immediately suspected that he had never had a woman allow herself to be taken this way before. Lilias herself felt as if she was not in full control of her actions. She had a strange feeling, as if she were an actress in a bizarre drama, following stage directions from an unseen director. Keeping her eyes locked on Waddell's, she moved her head forward until her tongue touched the soft, silky tip of his penis. A drop of crystal clear liquid oozed from the tiny crevice in the tip of the organ, and she looked down and lapped it into her mouth with her tongue, then looked up provocatively once more into the startled eyes of the Chesapeake's captain. Her eyes still fixed on his; she opened her mouth wide, and nodded her head. He pressed his hips forward, and the organ slid between her lips until almost half of it disappeared from sight. She felt his stiffening shaft press into the back of her mouth, against the insides of her cheeks and onto the soft, uneven surface of her tongue. She closed her mouth, pressing her lips gently against the skin of the man's penis, and began to suck, slowly at first, and then harder and more rapidly, moving her head back and forth as she abruptly quickened the pace of her sucking.
The first spasm of the captain's organ was not long in coming. Lilias continued to suck, harder now, and she felt a second spasm, followed closely by a third. She heard his breathing grow louder, almost as if he were panting. She felt the man's hands on either side of her head, holding her firmly as he began to thrust himself into her mouth. The head of his penis crowded deeper into the opening of her throat, and she struggled to stretch the opening wider, so that she could breathe and accommodate the full length of his organ at the same time. She sucked again, and felt another spasm, stronger this time, then another, and a third, then too many to count, and suddenly her throat, then her mouth, filled with a surge of warm, viscous liquid, and she swallowed, her throat and cheeks constricting against the throbbing organ as it continued to pump more of its contents into her mouth.
Waddell's hips moved, thrusting forward as he squeezed the last drops of his ejaculate into her mouth. He kept moving in this fashion, arching his hips, even after the semen had ceased to flow. Lilias thought that he would release her once he had satisfied himself, but he continued to hold her head between his palms and thrust his organ in and out of her mouth, even though he had ceased to ejaculate. Lilias felt obliged to continue sucking as long as Waddell did not volunteer to withdraw himself from the soft touch of her lips. Again, she had the strange sensation that she was following the directions of someone she could not see. Finally, Waddell drew back from her mouth. His organ dangled, half-stiff, in front of her face. She formed her lips into a pout and kissed the tip of the shaft, then stuck out her tongue and licked it, circling the organ several times and leaving a glistening sheen of saliva on its surface. He reached down and held the appendage out toward her mouth.
“Lick it dry,” he said, grinning broadly. “I don't want to put a wet penis back into my trousers, do I?”
She closed her mouth around the shaft once more and sucked, pulling her head back. Her lips squeezed the last residue of liquid from the organ as it slipped from between them.
Waddell reached down and tucked the now-limp appendage into his trousers and buttoned them.
Lilias closed her gown. She took a small handkerchief from the shelf above her bed and wiped her mouth with it.
“There are a few other considerations we will need to discuss before we finalize our arrangement,” Waddell said as he watched Lilias remove the last vestiges of his invasion from her face.
Lilias looked up at the rebel captain quizzically. He had just sealed their bargain by satisfying himself in her mouth, and now wanted to set more conditions on her degradation? “What considerations?” she asked suspiciously.
“Discipline,” Waddell answered simply.
“What do you mean?” Lilias asked, an image of chains and whips already beginning to form in her mind.
“A woman aboard ship dispensing sexual favors can be a dangerous thing,” Waddell said simply. “Sailors are the most notorious gossips. Even if nothing is happening, the men will spread rumors of sexual orgies. If they suspect that there is sex to be had, they will not only develop the most fantastic stories about it; they will go to any lengths to have it for themselves. We must keep it under control.”
“Under control?” she said, fighting back a vision of sailors lining up at her door as an officer checked their names off of a list.
“Yes. But we cannot resolve that now. I will discuss it with you again once we have gotten you safely established by yourself on board the Delphine.”
Lilias nodded and pulled the bed covers back up to her neck. When she was settled in the bed, Captain Waddell opened the door to her cabin and called to Dr. Gravier and Captain Nichols. She remained silent as Waddell explained that he agreed with Dr. Gravier that Mrs. Nichols' condition was so grave that she should remain on board the Delphine until she recovered. “You, Captain Nichols,” he said, “are another matter.” He then outlined his concerns about the ability of his prize crew to maintain control of the ship with the crew of the Delphine still aboard, his added reluctance to have any of the officers of the Delphine remain on board with their crew because of the danger that they might lead a mutiny, and said that Captain Nichols would in effect be a hostage on board the Chesapeake to guarantee the good behavior of the Delphine's crew.
Captain Nichols' agitation grew as it became clear that he was to be separated from his wife.
“It is an outrage,” he said. “I cannot leave my wife alone with a ship full of enemy sailors.”
“Not enemy sailors,” Waddell said, “your own crew, with one of my officers, plus the surgeon, and some of my marines to ensure control.”
The surgeon. Lilias realized instantly that she would have to accommodate the surgeon as well as Captain Waddell as part of her bargain. She wondered how many other officers would come to share her favors. The officer who would be in command of the Delphine would certainly soon learn of her arrangement from the doctor, and would expect to be included. How many of the marines would also overhear the sounds from her cabin and take advantage of her when she was alone? She remembered the nights she had spent with the Emperor, and the palace gossip that inevitably followed each of his conquests. She knew then that the bulkheads of the ship would hold her secrets no better than the walls of the palace had.
With an effort, Lilias forced the thoughts of the future she faced from her mind and tried to concentrate on what Captain Nichols was saying as he continued to protest. She found herself hoping that her husband would prevail. That his arguments would somehow persuade Captain Waddell to release her from her bargain, to somehow save her ship while sparing her the fate she now saw so clearly.
“Your wife is too ill to be moved,” Waddell said, finally. “I have no choice but to respect her wishes and keep the Delphine afloat, though I would much prefer to put it to the torch,” he lied. Then he spoke the fateful words. “It is your wife's request that she stay aboard the Delphine,” he added with finality, looking straight at Lilias.
There it was, out in the open now. Waddell had laid directly on her the blame for Captain Nichols' banishment to the Chesapeake while she remained on the Delphine.
Lilias glanced at Nichols as the last remark hung in the air. He sat immobile. He shook his head slowly, as if he was trying to clear his thoughts. He turned his gaze to her, and she saw in his face a look that she had she never seen him display before. It seemed to reflect a sense of betrayal as well as something deeper, an emotion akin to hatred. She shuddered. She tried to meet his gaze, but the salty taste of Waddell's semen was still fresh on her tongue, reminding her of the way she had allowed Waddell to use her, and of her bargain with him, and she lowered her eyes, unable to suppress her feelings of guilt. She had become accustomed to her husband's docility, and to her ability to manipulate him. Now she was faced with an aspect of Captain Nichols that she had never seen before. She felt overcome by the knowledge that she had willingly taken the rebel captain's organ between her lips and allowed -- no, stimulated, actually welcomed -- him to ejaculate into her mouth while her husband waited just outside her cabin. She felt her confidence draining away. She tried to fight off the feeling, to raise her eyes. She told herself that Captain Nichols could not know what had happened inside the cabin, that she was only doing what she had to do to save her ship, using the only weapons available to her. Still, she wondered if she had not given in too easily, if Captain Waddell would not ultimately have allowed her to keep the Delphine without exacting her submission in return. For the first time since their marriage, she sat in silence; her head bowed, and endured her husband's unspoken scorn.
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Lilias - Chapter Two
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Posted:Dec 12, 2008 9:20 am
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Chapter Two
A knock at the door startled Lilias. Half dazed, her forehead wet with perspiration from the heat of the warming pan, she realized that she must have dozed while awaiting the surgeon's arrival. She was amazed that she had been able to calm herself to such an extent.
“Come in,” she called out.
The door opened, the sunlight glared into the cabin once more. Then the door closed, and Lilias could make out the figure of another confederate officer, slightly shorter and heavier than the first, carrying a surgeon's bag.
“I am Doctor Gravier, at your service,” the figure said in a resonant baritone with what Lilias thought she recognized as a French Creole accent.
“From Louisiana,” she asked?
“New Orleans,” he replied as he walked the few steps it took to cross the small cabin to her bedside. “How did you know?”
“The accent,” she said. “My mother was French, and I lived in Paris for a time.'
“So did I,” Gravier said, “I studied medicine there, under Dr. Conneau.”
“Dr. Henri Conneau?” Lilias asked.
“You know him?”
“I met him once. I knew his friends, Duc Auguste de Morny and Comte Felix Bacciochi,” Lilias replied, blushing as she thought of the two men who might be the father of her . Both of them had made love to her during her last days in Paris.
“You had some interesting associates,” Gravier said. “Morny was a Minister in the government, and Bacciochi was, ah,” he hesitated.
“The Emperor's cousin and First Chamberlain,” Lilias responded quickly. As she looked into the doctor's eyes, however, she could see that he had been about to use a different term to describe Bacciochi, and she wished that she had not mentioned him.
“I knew some Creoles in Paris who were from New Orleans,” Lilias said, hoping to lead the doctor away from this dangerous subject. “Are you wealthy?
“Am I wealthy?” he repeated, laughing nervously. “Isn't that a strange thing to ask?”
“The Parisians have a saying, 'rich as a Creole,' so I thought all Creoles must be wealthy,” she replied with a tiny smile.
“A distant relative owned a large section of the French Quarter,” he said, laughing again, “but someone sold it, ages ago, and I never saw any of the money.”
The doctor glanced at the bookshelf above the bunk.
“I see you read French as well as having been to Paris,” he said, nodding toward the copy of the novel, “Delphine,” that lay on the shelf.
“Germaine de Staël was my Mother's aunt,” Lilias said.
“Your family must be well connected then,” the doctor commented.
“My mother is,” Lilias replied. “She arranged to have me introduced at the court of Napoleon III.”
“Mr. Overton tells me that you are not well,” Dr. Gravier said, apparently satisfied that his digression into small talk had put Lilias sufficiently at ease. He reached out and took her wrist between his thumb and fingers as he extracted his pocket watch and timed her pulse.
“I have had violent headaches, as if my forehead would explode, and severe nausea,” Lilias lied; describing the symptoms that one of the women of Napoleon III's court had exhibited when suffering from a migraine.
The doctor removed a thermometer from a small cylinder, wiped it with his handkerchief, and held it out toward her mouth.
“Put this under your tongue,” he said.
Lilias opened her mouth and accepted the thermometer, trying to keep from biting it as it slipped sideways.
“I feel nauseous,” Lilias said, holding the thermometer so she could speak without dropping it. “Someone seems to have taken my basin to empty it. Could you look in the next cabin to see if there is one there?”
“Of course,” the doctor said.
As soon as he was out of sight, Lilias pulled the thermometer from her mouth and held it over the candle. She watched the thin thread of mercury carefully as it climbed inside its narrow chamber until it went over 100. Then she stuck the instrument back in her mouth, just before the doctor reentered her cabin carrying the basin.
He removed the thermometer and looked at it and frowned. Then he shook it several times, wiped it again with his handkerchief, looked at the handkerchief, frowned once more, and returned the thermometer to its case. He reached out to touch her forehead, and Lilias began to cough violently. She reached out and grabbed the basin and leaned her head over it, at the same time pulling up the blanket so that her head was covered, in what she hoped the doctor would take as evidence of embarrassment at having to vomit in front of him. With her head concealed by the blanket, Lilias shoved her finger down her throat as far as she could reach. She gagged. She shoved her finger down her throat once more, and the mess of undigested cold porridge came up and into the basin.
With that, she let the blanket drop and disgorged another mass of porridge. The taste in her mouth was awful. Flecks of porridge, and a string of saliva, dangled from her lip into the bowl.
“Water,” she said.
The doctor looked around the cabin and spotted a tin cup on the dresser. He took the pitcher he had brought from the Captain's cabin and poured some water into the cup and handed it to Lilias. She took a sip, swirled it in her mouth, and spat it into the basin. Then she drank several swallows, dabbed her mouth and cheeks with the handkerchief that the doctor offered her, and lay back on the pillow with a sigh that she hoped was not too theatrical. To her relief, the doctor did not resume his effort to check her forehead for signs of fever. Her diversion had worked.
The doctor sat down on the edge of Lilias's bunk and took his stethoscope, a tangle of wooden tubes and carved bone earpieces, out of his bag and inserted the earpieces into his ears.
“I'd like to listen to your breathing,” he said. “Please breathe deeply.”
He placed the instrument on her chest, listened, moved it, listened again. Then he repeated the procedure with her back. He tapped her on the back several times with his fingers, listening carefully as he did. Then he asked her to lie flat, and probed her abdomen cautiously with his hands.
When he was finished, he said, “please lie still and look at the flame of the candle above your bed.”
Lilias stared at the candle flame as the doctor continued to speak to her in a soft, soothing voice. After a while she found that she had difficulty keeping her eyes open, and she was grateful when the doctor told her that she could close her eyes and sleep.
The next sound she heard was the doctor's voice telling her to awaken.
The first thing she saw was that her gown was pulled up above her waist, and that she was lying with her legs spread wide apart, her pubic area completely exposed to the casual gaze of the doctor.
She wanted to reach down and cover herself, but when she tried to move her hand, it did not respond. She looked up into the doctor's eyes, bewildered.
“Was I asleep?” she asked.
“Just for a moment,” the doctor replied, not even glancing at her naked loins. “You seem very determined to protect your husband's ship, Mrs. Nichols,” he continued.
“His ship?” she said contemptuously. “This is not his ship, it is mine, and if I had been in command of it, you would never have taken it.”
“Of course,” Gravier said. “I should have known. The book.” He picked up the novel “Delphine” from the bookshelf and held it in his hand.
“Yes,” Lilias responded. “I named this ship after the heroine of my great aunt's novel when my father gave her to me. It was my dowry. Now my oaf of a husband has lost her to a gang of pirates.”
Lilias felt the tears beginning to form in her eyes, and she blinked them back. The doctor took a fresh handkerchief from his pocket, the one he had used to wipe the thermometer, and she dabbed at her eyes with it. To her alarm, Lilias saw that there was a thin black smudge on the handkerchief, a smudge that had probably come from residue from the candle when the doctor wiped the thermometer. He had stared at the handkerchief. He knew!
“So you sought to keep your ship from the torch with this elaborate deception,” the doctor said.
“You must help me to save my ship,” Lilias pleaded, looking up into his eyes as she took the doctor's hand between both of hers and pressed it against the cloth of her nightgown that covered the soft, firm curve of her upper breast. “Tell your captain that I must speak with him. I have a proposal that he must not refuse.”
“Mrs. Nichols,” the doctor said. “Do not confuse me with Comte Felix Bacciochi. I am not a procurer.”
The doctor's eyes dropped to Lilias's exposed pubis, and she felt her face grow warm. Again she wanted to reach down pull the gown down to cover her pubic mound, but she found that she somehow did not have the strength to even close her legs. All she could do was lie back with her legs spread apart as if welcoming the doctor's unremitting gaze.
“I did not think that you were,” Lilias replied, laughing nervously. “My proposal to your Captain has nothing to do with Comte Felix Bacciochi's services to the Emperor of France, or mine either, for that matter,” she lied. “If you will grant me this favor, however, I would be willing to show you my gratitude in ways that only someone like the Emperor has ever experienced.” She took the doctor's hand that she had been holding against her breast and slipped it down inside her gown until she could feel his fingers touch the nipple of her breast. With her other hand she touched his thigh, then slid her fingers upward until they pressed against the buttons at the front of his trousers. She moved her face toward the place where her fingers rested. “Do you know,” she continued, “what Comte Bacciochi said to me just before I entered the Emperor's chambers for the first time?”
Lilias's fingers began to tug at one of the buttons on the doctor's trousers. She looked up into the doctor's eyes. He swallowed hard and shook his head as the first button pulled loose in her hand.
“He said that I could kiss the Emperor on any part of his person except for his face.”
Lilias pulled the second button loose, then the third. The doctor's penis popped straight out, stiff as a ramrod, and she leaned toward it and parted her pursed lips.
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Lilias
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Posted:Dec 12, 2008 9:17 am
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Over Ten Years Ago I began a historical novel intended to be based on actual events that occurred at sea during the Civil War. I got side tracked when I tried to add some sex scenes to spice up the narrative. The sex scenes ultimately got out of control, and took over the novel, and i never finished it. I think I'll post the novel serially here, and see if it generates any interest. It'll start slow, but believe me, it heats up, so much so in fact, that one female reader, a graduate of an Ivy League College as it happens, was so enthralled by the story that she has entered my service as my slave.
I haven't looked at this thing, or edited it, for ages, so don't be surprised if there are a few unretouched inconsistencies, but on the whole I think you will find it carefully written and edited.
Lilias
Chapter One
Lilias Nichols sat in her favorite perch on the steam-powered bark Delphine: on the spreader braces above the topgallant cross tree, where the topgallant and royal masts were doubled and held together by two heavy iron bands. Only the royal mast and its sails were above her. The Delphine was her ship, or at least it had been until her marriage to Arthur Nichols, who was now the captain of her ship. Her ship--her dowry--was his to command now, as was she. At the age of twenty-six she was the property of a man twice her age, although she was resourceful enough to ensure that he was never able to exercise his control over her. Still, the bleakness of her situation sometimes bore down on her like a huge rock. It had become even worse after the war began, when insurance rates skyrocketed and the danger of capture by Confederate cruisers was ever present. Because the insurance rates were so high, her father had not insured the Delphine, even though the sleek little steamer was one of the newest ships in his fleet. Instead, he sent it to the Indian Ocean, where he hoped it would be safe from the Confederate raiders until the war ended. Lilias did not know what she would do if she lost the Delphine. The ship and her small , Michael, were all that she lived for.
Little Michael was in a way the cause of the life she now lived, sailing from port to port, almost never seeing her friends and family in Providence. He had been born only five months after the marriage her father had arranged for her when he found out she was pregnant. He weighed almost eight pounds. It was clearly not a premature birth. Her husband knew another man had fathered the baby. He never let her forget it. He had insisted that they live together at sea, where he would never have to see the averted eyes or the hand-held fans concealing the whispered accusations; where he could constantly keep an eye on her. He had hired a maid for her and the boy, but Lilias knew that the young woman was actually his spy. She hardly ever let Lilias out of her sight. Lilias suspected that she was even more than that. She had seen her maid furtively exiting her husband's private cabin late at night on more than one occasion.
Lilias was determined to someday regain possession of the Delphine. Just how she would do it she didn't know. She sat on the spreader braces with her bare, tan legs dangling below her and thought about Cape Town. They had been there only two weeks ago. She had wanted to stay for Christmas, to wait for a cargo of cow hides and animal pelts which their agent had said was due to arrive from the interior any day, but her husband had insisted on leaving immediately for Akyab in ballast to pick up a load of rice. So they had celebrated Christmas at sea four days ago, in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
Lilias looked down at her bare feet. That was something else her husband didn't like: the snug, calf-length trousers and short blouse she wore to climb the rigging. It was unladylike. He wanted her to wear the hoop skirts that were in fashion in New York. She insisted on wearing dresses without hoops, though she kept a few hoop skirts in her wardrobe to wear ashore. It was impossible to walk anywhere below decks in a hoop skirt, and she loved to prowl around in the narrow passages and crevices of the Delphine.
As she daydreamed about Cape Town, and her first visit there with her mother and father when she was twelve and the three of them lived aboard her father's ship, she scanned the horizon for signs of other ships. She saw something to the west, but the sun was behind it, and she wasn't sure if it was a sail or another of the parade of cumulus clouds that passed endlessly across the vast expanse of the ocean all around her. It was hopeless to try to look into the sun, so she waited for a cloud to cover it so she could get a better look. Naturally, that was the one time that there was a long break in the cloud cavalcade.
(Break in narrative here between new and original beginning. In following paragraphs, need to change Lilias's clothing, her location on the ship and perhaps details about the approaching raider and how it is spotted.)
Lilias heard a boom like a single distant peal of thunder. A second later she saw the mizzen topmast stay sail rip. One moment the sail had been whole and stretched taut by the following wind. In the next instant there was a great hole right in the center, and the canvas began to tear up and down as the wind rushed through it. A spray of water shot up just beyond the rail of the main deck. Lilias turned her head in the direction of the sound. A black-hulled, low slung, three-masted schooner, all sails set and filled, bore down hard straight at the Delphine.
Belatedly, the lookout in the main top cried, �sail ho.� The attacker had used the glare of the sun off the ocean to shield its approach. The lookout never saw it. The breeze carried away a puff of white smoke from amidships of the black ship.
The first thing that occurred to her was that the ship was a pirate. Then she saw the dark-blue and red stars-and-bars on the ensign at the black ship's stern and knew that it must be a confederate raider.
�Sail ho!�
Lilias cursed under her breath. She knew how to curse, though she was too much of a lady to do it in anyone's hearing. It was one of the myriad things about ships and sailing that she had learned from her father, though he had not thought he was teaching her this particular skill. She knew more about handling a ship than any man aboard the Delphine, and certainly enough not to let a pirate conceal itself from sight in the sun's glare.
She ran toward the taffrail and shouted to Higgins, the first mate.
�Steam! We need steam!�
Higgins looked up at her and started toward the hatchway that led to the engine room.
�Mr. Higgins,� the booming voice behind Lilias called out. �Where do you think you are going?�
Higgins stopped and looked at Lilias.
Lilias turned to face the man who had spoken.
�We can outrun them,� she said. �We're wasting time.�
Captain Arthur Nichols stared back at his wife.
�Don't be foolish,� he said. �They can cut us in half with that gun.�
Lilias heard the footfall on the ladder next to her. She turned. Higgins stepped onto the quarterdeck and shaded his eyes as he peered at the fast-closing ship.
�She's got a stack amidships,� he said. �And she has had time to get steam up already. It's too late. She's got us.�
�She doesn't have us,� Lilias shouted. �I don't see any smoke coming from her stack. Bring her up three points and the next shot will go wide. We'll be on a new tack with steam of our own before she can load for a third shot. We're still out of range of her smaller guns.�
�We can't chance it. She could be using smokeless coal. Bring her about and put her in irons, Mr. Higgins,� Nichols said.
�Aye, Cap'n.�
�Higgins!� Lilias yelled. �Bring her up three points.�
Higgins looked at Lilias, then at Captain Nichols, then at the raider. He leaned over the taffrail and shouted, �bring her about,� to the bosun, who in turn yelled a string of commands to the hands who had come on deck to see what the commotion was about. Some of the men seized the ratlines and swung easily into the rigging, while others disappeared down the hatches to fetch the rest of the crew. Soon the full ship's complement of men was on deck, hauling on the sheets that controlled the yards. Lilias blinked back a tear as she watched the wind spill from the great billowing sails.
Lilias had seen the flag flying from the mizzenmast of the ship that had fired on the Delphine. If she had not seen the confederate flag, she would have thought that it was a pirate. She shook her head. What was a confederate raider doing in the most remote part of the Indian Ocean?
Lilias watched the black ship as it hove to smartly, with a great sounding of boson's whistles and much scrambling about the decks and hauling of lines. The raider coasted to a stop just off the starboard bow of the Delphine. She counted six guns trained on the Delphine's hull, the most menacing of which was a large dull-black pivot gun mounted so that it could rotate and fire in any direction.
�What shall we do now?� she asked her husband, who stood staring at the deck of the raider, as a whaleboat swung out over the side, suspended from a pair of davits.
�Wait for them to board us. What else can we do,� he replied. His face was impassive, but his hands gripped the taffrail so tightly that all the color was gone from his fingers.
�We can try to regain by guile what we have lost from inaction,� Lilias replied, hoping that her choice of words and the tone of her voice did not reveal the disdain that she felt for this weak man that she had chosen to be her husband in response to her father's ultimatum.
�What are you thinking of, Lilias,� her husband asked, his eyes narrowed now into mere slits as he turned his face to her.
�I am thinking that I have been feeling decidedly unwell these past several days, and that the strain of the encounter with this rebel pirate had so unhinged me that I have taken to my bed with a sickness so serious that I cannot be moved from my cabin,� Lilias responded, backing away from the rail and into the shadow of the main stay sail.
Her husband looked at her with the quizzical look that he usually affected when his navigation calculations had come up wrong. She could almost see the wheels moving in his mind as he labored to understand what she was saying.
�You want me to lie to these men,� he asked, looking back apprehensively as one after another a party of sailors, rifles slung over their backs on leather straps, climbed down the landing nets that had been hung over the side of the black ship.
�If you wouldn't mind,� Lilias responded, trying to keep her voice neutral. She reached out and took Captain Nichols' hand and squeezed it with an appearance of fondness that she decidedly did not feel at that moment. �Be brave Arthur,� she said. �For my sake.�
Lilias was dismayed by the look of alarm with which her husband greeted her words. The whaleboat had cast off from the side of the black-hulled ship, however, and she did not dare tarry longer on the open deck. �You can do it,� she said, squeezing his hand once more, then releasing it. Lifting her long skirts and crinoline petticoats above the tops of her black, ankle-high shoes, she ran with short, scurrying steps toward the door to the little cabin that adjoined her husband's larger one.
Once inside her cabin, Lilias unhooked the back of her dress and tugged it off. She quickly loosened the drawstrings on the single crinoline skirt that she wore and tossed both garments into a hamper that lay at the foot of her small bed. She unfastened her corset, slipped it off, and pitched it into the hamper. She hesitated, then stepped out of her bloomers, tossed them after the corset, and slammed the hamper top. Naked now, except for her shoes, she grabbed the maroon silk dressing gown that her husband had purchased for her in Shanghai, and slipped it over her shoulders, sliding her arms into the sleeves and pulling the belt tight around her waist. She looked down at the lapels of the gown, and tugged them apart, so that the crevice between her breasts was clearly visible. Then she pulled back the covers and sat on the bed and unlaced her shoes, sending each one flying across the cabin and into a corner with a kick as the laces loosened. She heard the sound of footsteps outside her door, and reached up with both hands and loosened her hair, shaking her head so that her chestnut-brown tresses fell down over her shoulders. Her breasts shook with the violence of this motion, and the gown opened further. She started to pull it closed when she heard a at the door, and the sound of the latch opening. She swung her legs up onto the bed and under the covers, pulling the sheet and blanket up around her neck and settling her head quickly, so that her hair cascaded across the overstuffed goose-down pillow as the door opened.
Lilias could not see the face of the man who entered her cabin. The glare of the sunlight silhouetted his figure in the doorway, and she could only see that he was as tall as her husband, over six feet in height, but of a much more slender build. The figure removed its hat and ducked its head as it stepped into her cabin and closed the door.
�Your husband informs me that you are unwell, madam,� the soft voice with the Virginia drawl said. �I wish to extend the apologies of the master of the Chesapeake for causing you distress. May I send for our surgeon to attend you?�
�If I can just rest for a few days here in familiar surroundings, I am sure that I will recover quickly,� she responded.
�That may not be possible,� the figure said. �We may have to burn this ship.�
�But you can't burn the Delphine,� Lilias cried, her voice rising. �I can't be moved. I'm too sick.�
As her eyes adjusted from the momentary glare of the sunlight in the doorway, Lilias could see that her interlocutor was a young man dressed in a gray uniform that appeared, apart from its color, to be entirely like those she had been accustomed to seeing worn by officers of the American navy. She looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of disbelief about her illness, and to her relief found only the appearance of concern. He was almost clean-shaven, with only a very trim Van-dyke beard and modest sideburns. She suspected that he was too young to grow any greater amount of facial hair.
Lilias stretched out her arm, and the covers fell away from her shoulders.
�Come closer,� she said, �I'm burning up. Feel my brow.�
The young man blushed and stood his ground.
Lilias followed his stare and saw that the gown had loosened further, and that one of her breasts was nearly exposed. She pulled the covers quickly up around her neck once more.
�I really should fetch the surgeon,� the young officer said.
Lilias sighed, perhaps a bit too dramatically. �Perhaps you should,� she said.
�Yes, the surgeon,� the young officer replied. He stepped backward, reached behind himself for the door handle, found it, pulled the door open and backed out of the cabin.
The door closed, and Lilias exhaled. This was going to be more difficult than she had imagined.
It was not long before her husband entered her cabin.
�What did you say to that confederate officer,� he asked, his anxiety showing on his face.
�I only agreed that he should fetch the surgeon,� she replied.
�You are going to see the surgeon?� Captain Nichols said, his voice cracking. �How do you propose to convince a doctor that you are bedridden?�
�Why don't you leave that to me,� Lilias said. �The main thing is that we must prevent them from burning the Delphine.�
�Let them burn her,� Nichols replied. �The insurance will cover it.�
�The insurance may not cover it,� she replied, the exasperation now showing in her voice. �Didn't you read the telegram from papa?�
�What telegram?� he said.
�The one that said that we were to take the Delphine into the Indian Ocean, away from danger from confederate raiders, because the insurance rates were so high that he might not be able to renew the coverage.�
�Oh,� Captain Nichols said, the bleak dawn of recollection spreading over his puzzled face.
�Perhaps you had better leave me alone,� Lilias said, struggling to control the anger she felt. �Don't you have to show the ship's papers to the captain of the Chesapeake, or something?�
�No,� Captain Nichols replied. Then he paused, and shook his head. �I mean the officer who was here took them with him.�
Lilias stared at this man she had married, her father's choice for her, a man twice her age with half her brains, and wondered what she could have been thinking to agree to select such a man to be her husband. She drove the thought from her head. There was no time now. She had pondered the subject on endless sea voyages since her father's fatal decision. The answer never changed. Her father, in the end, was a prisoner of his prejudices. He could not make himself believe that his could manage his shipping business in a world of men, so he had arranged for her to marry a man of the sea. A man of experience, he had said. A fool, she had discovered. She shook her head. He was still staring at her, and she realized that he might still be of use.
�Arthur,� she said, �we still have a chance. Go and get the cook to put some hot coals into a warming pan and bring it back to me quickly.�
�A warming pan,� he repeated.
�Yes, now,� she said, �and some more pillows. Lots of pillows. Don't think. Just do it.�
She jumped out of the bed and pushed him out of the door.
�Oh, one more thing,� she said, as the door was closing.
�What is it,� Captain Nichols asked, poking his head back inside the door.
�Some soup, or porridge, or stew . . . lots of it,� Lilias replied.
�Stew,� her husband responded.
�Yes,� Lilias said. �Something I can throw up easily, if I have to.�
When the door had finally closed behind the poor man, Lilias stepped over to her dresser and picked up her hairbrush. She combed her long hair with rough angry strokes and struggled to control her exasperation. Her husband had never understood her attachment to the Delphine. How could he? He had not been there when she had named the ship for the heroine in her favorite novel. She glanced at the small shelf the carpenter had installed above the head of her bunk. The novel, �Delphine,� in the original French, as her mother's aunt had written it, sat on the shelf.
Lilias's anger dissipated. Her brush strokes became more gentle. She looked at her face in the mirror. Her complexion was too flushed to belong to a woman at death's door. She opened a small silver cosmetic box and applied white powder liberally to her face and chest with a small powder puff. Taking a tiny handkerchief, she rubbed the powder into her skin until she was satisfied that she had achieved the requisite deathly pallor. She looked at her eyes in the mirror and wished there was something she could do to lessen the look of perpetual excitement and general cheerfulness that they conveyed. She tried frowning, but she only succeeded in producing a seductive pout. She tried to look forlorn, and only managed to look helpless and appealing. Her beauty had always been her chief asset, distracting attention from her inquisitive mind and quick wit, features that many men found threatening. Now it seemed likely to give her away.
If she couldn't conceal her physical assets, Lilias decided that she would have to make them serve her objectives. She sat on the bed and arranged the gown carefully around her breasts once more, pulling it open further still, and tightening the sash so that it would not come loose again. She looked down at her breasts. They were not so large as to be vulgar, but she knew from the way that men stared when she wore her low-cut gowns that their near-perfect shape and youthful firmness were more than enough to attract attention. She noticed that her nipples stood out embarrassingly under the tightly pulled silk fabric. She blushed as she realized that this must have contributed to the high state of agitation her appearance had apparently produced in the young Confederate naval officer.
Lilias heard footsteps approaching the door to her cabin. She pulled the blanket up around her neck and lay back on the pillow.
�Lilias, are you dressed?� her husband called out. The door opened before she could answer, and Captain Nichols entered, followed by the cook, who carried a warming pan and a bowl of porridge, and the Captain's orderly, carrying an armload of pillows.
�Give me the porridge,� she said to the cook, and put the warming pan at the head of the bed and pile the pillows around it. I'll fix it the way I want it later. And Arthur,� she said to her husband, �go into your cabin,� she nodded to the small door that led to the larger adjoining chamber where her husband slept and attended to the business of the ship. �Make sure that the pitcher and bowl are there. Move them over to the little table in the corner, beyond your desk, on the far side of your cabin. I want the doctor to have to walk to where he can't see me to get them.�
While her husband was in his cabin, Lilias wolfed down the porridge as the cook stared at her in apparent amazement. She handed the empty bowl back to the startled cook as her husband returned.
�The bowl and pitcher are on the table,� her husband said.
�Good,� Lilias replied. �Now please light the candle on the shelf over my bed, and leave me alone. I need to get ready for the doctor.�
Lilias hesitated when she saw the distressed look on her husband's face. She stretched her hand out to him. He obviously needed reassurance, or he was likely to come apart at just the wrong moment. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him softly.
�Don't worry about anything. I think I can convince the doctor that I am sufficiently sick that I can't be moved, and the pirate captain will have no choice but to spare the Delphine.�
Captain Nichols' face still betrayed his concern, but he seemed much less agitated as he ushered the cook and orderly out of the cabin and closed the door carefully behind him. Just as well, Lilias thought. The doctor will think he is worried about my health.
Lilias rearranged the pillows around the warming pan, so that it was concealed yet easily accessible, and then placed her own goose-down pillow on top of the pile. The heat from the warming pan rose through the pillows and Lilias began to perspire. She looked around the cabin one last time. Satisfied that she had done all she could to give the appearance of illness to the surgeon, and to use what she could not conceal to distract him from too-close an examination of her true condition, Lilias sank back onto her over-sized pillow and tried to relax her breathing.
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Great News
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Posted:Dec 12, 2008 9:04 am
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K__ finished her project and graduated yesterday. I'll see her next Wednesday at the cabin. I'll need to get the damned place warmed up. There was ice on the lake last week when I went up.
I hope I never lose the sense of excitement I feel when I know I'm going to see her.
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奥の細道 Frogs and meteors
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Posted:Oct 27, 2008 6:17 pm
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I spent three days at my cabin, thinking ocasionally about frogs. (Ni--- had said she had spent too much time kissing frogs) I began to wonder what the characteristics of frogs are and why women want to change frogs into princes. What is this romantic attachment women have to unattainable perfection (and do I have it too)? After all, I spent the past seven years pursuing and ultimately losing a perfect woman I should have known from the beginning I was not going to get (even though I outlasted and outmaneuvered several younger and better-positioned suitors who had the inside track). I guess for me it is my irresistable attraction to intelligence, youth and beauty. I've always been able to connect with beautiful younger women. I just haven't been able to close the deal (though I've had some runs that broadway shows would envy). The question I have is, why would a woman consider someone who is not going to be available as a life partner to be a frog? They might still have very good qualities, and be excellent partners for the short term. They just are not likely to be available for the long haul, but why not accept that, make the best of it, and go for the short run instead with someone who is at least worth spending time with? You can always keep an eye out for the long-term match at the same time.
Then I thought of Basho's haiku:
furuike ya / kawazu tobikomu / mizu no oto
old pond / a frog jumps / the sound of water
(this translation doesn't capture the mood of the original. for one thing, it should have seventeen sylables.)
And so I sat by my old pond, listening to the sound of water. As the darkness gathered, I joined my beautiful young, now platonic, friend K-- in the spa. Later, actually thinking about Ni---, I composed the following:
Night
The spas blue lights fade.
In the splendor of the stars,
We enter paradise
a brilliant shooting star streaked across the heavens as we sat together in the steaming water. I saw it. She didn't. The story of my life.
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