The Autobiography of a Flea, Book 4

CHAPTER II

Weeks later we were still on the billowing seas as the great ship plowed over the endless waves on its course toward Spain, there to deliver the cargo of twelve frightened, helpless virgins quartered below decks in a large compartment that was most comfortably furnished.

Once Ignacio had brought the last two girls aboard – still unconscious from the powerful drug slipped into their wine – and the woman-doctor had examined them carefully, confirming the virginity of each inert girl, the captain ordered the female crew into action and we departed upon the next tide.

Now that the voyage had settled down to a rather tedious, day after day, sameness and everything was going satisfactorily to the aged captain's experienced eye, he began sharing his wine and company with my host each evening.

“Here, have another glass, my boy!” The ruddy-faced old master generously refilled their goblets nearly to overflowing in his tipsy hospitality. “Even though we're out of that uncivilized chilly English weather and well into the humane warmth of a decent climate, we have yet hundreds of watery miles to traverse before sighting our native island! So drink up! The wine of home will lighten your heart and ease the ache in your balls!” He gabbled with laughter as Ignacio glanced up, sexual tension starkly reflected in his dark eyes. “Oh, yes, I was young once! I know the hunger that gathers in a young man's loins at sea – after weeks of enforced celibacy! And I definitely recall the damnable agony of wanting a woman's warmth and wetness when there was only my calloused sailorman's fist to fuck!”

“Yes, old man, but you weren't at sea with an even dozen virgins stowed below!” Ignacio sounded sullen. “It's like starving with a feast of food stored in a nearby room!”

The captain nodded, an expression of sympathy on his weathered face. “I know, my boy, I know. Well, thanks be to the wisdom of God, I'm beyond that craving now and no longer bothered by the presence or the absence of cunt. But I appreciate your fitful condition. Why don't you tumble with a few of the crew? Granted that they're hardly a desirable group of flabby old cows but cunt's cunt even on a shapeless unwashed sailor-woman!”

Ignacio shook his head. “Not on your hoary old beard, my captain! When you gave them shore-leave in London, they must have hoggishly opened their thick legs to every diseased degenerate on the waterfront because several of them have already begun showing the juicy running sores of the sex-pox – and I would sooner jam my one and only prick into a shark's toothy maw than stick it into their hairy nests of pestilence!”

“By the sainted sunken wrecks of time!” bellowed the captain drunkenly. “You are no fool, my boy! You have a fine head on your shoulders! So you'd best rape your fist and content yourself with visions of Majorcan wenches spreading their firm thighs to offer their hot little holes up to you!”

Ignacio nodded, moaning softly as he envisioned the captain's words.

“But however you cool your heated lust, I implore and advise you, my boy, to constantly remember that our delectable cargo is not for your virile thrusting! They belong to our employer right down to the last nipple, bellybutton and clitoris! Continue refraining from even thinking of them and you'll live to my ripe age with your lusty penis still wholesomely rooted in your crotch!”

Ignacio stared dully into space.

Mildly bored by the evenness of the days and nights, I left my host and proceeded to explore the ship from stem to stern – taking care not to be wafted overboard in my cautiously estimated leaps from hither to yon, knowing that even a creature as tiny as myself could not survive in that salty turmoil of foaming waves very long without being swallowed alive by some voracious form of marine life. When I had finished roaming the length of the surging, rolling vessel and had even sampled the blood of several sailor-women – finding it quite tasty indeed, spiced as it was by their fondness for huge amounts of garlic – I hopped below decks and began seeking the compartment containing the virgins.

Finding and entering it via a keyhole spacious enough to accommodate one as small as myself, I jumped to the safety of an overhead beam from where I studied the girls in the thickly carpeted room that was strewn with cushions and pillows.

Each girl had been fitted with a short tunic of thin material, its flimsiness covering their flesh but hardly hiding their outlines beneath its nearly transparent quality. And since the hemline of the tunics barely reached to their shapely mid-thighs when they were standing, the rise of the material when they crouched, sat or moved about exposed many a rounded pair of white or tanned buttocks, many a softly tufted thicket of pubic hair – the tints ranging from jet-black to pale gold – as well as the varying plumpness of their fat little mounds beneath their cunthair, some of the crevices more firmly lipped than others. This assortment would indeed be torture to any male, much less a young man in Ignacio's needful condition. I began to understand the locked door, the female who stood guarding it armed with a pistol and the fact that only other female crew-members served the prisoners their daily food and drink, or exchanged the stinking toilet pots for clean, empty ones.

The virgins seemed listless. Their conversations were conducted with the hopeless air of girls who had despairingly accepted their fate in the stifling knowledge that they could not do otherwise. But, here and there, a girl would speak longingly of her home and her loved ones until her own words brought a flood of tears from those around her and herself. They comforted each other most sympathetically, and had my nature been equipped with human empathy, I might have found their emotions distressing.

Leaving through the keyhole, I had no sooner cleared it and was preparing to hurl myself neatly to a nearby railing on the hatchway when I saw a woman-sailor descending the hatchway stairs, a grim smile wreathing her masculine features as she went to the fat crew-member guarding the virgins. I hurtled to an overhead lamp where I sat watching with immense interest as the woman with cropped hair sidled up to the female guarding the compartment, deftly patting the guard upon her massive behind which made her simper coyly.

“What do you want, Big Tongue?” asked the guard, enjoying the pinching and petting the other woman continued giving the shapeless bulges of the guard's sagging breasts beneath her coarsely woven clothing. “You shouldn't be here. You know it's against the captain's orders for you to be making love to any of us while we're on duty! Oh, that feels so nice!”

“Fuck the old winepot and his shitty orders!” her voice was a male-ish baritone. “He knew I was a lesbian when he signed me aboard, the wily old fartbag! And he knows I do the work of three male sailors! Anyway, I'll take care of your needs this evening, dearie. I'm after something special, right now!” She stopped fondling the guard and withdrew a brightly gleaming piece of jewelry from her shirt. “This is for you, darling girl!”

“Ooh, for me?” The guard's eyes widened possessively and she reached for the trinket but the one called Big Tongue held it teasingly out of reach. “If it's mine, please give it to me, Big Tongue! Don't be mean to me! I want that pretty!”

“How much do you want it?”

“What do you mean?” The guard looked puzzled.

“Do you want this pin-pretty badly enough to let me take one of those girls off into a quiet corner for a bit of… ah… education? If you'll let me do that, the pin's yours!”

Hesitation oozed over the guard's fat face. “I – I don't know. I'm not supposed to let any -”

“I'll add my ring – the one with the entwined serpents whose eyes are rubies – to your price,” quickly bribed the wily lesbian. “You've always wanted that ring. It's yours if you'll just give me any one of the girls for an hour! Nobody will ever know. You'll be safe!”

Avarice danced in the guard's eyes.

“All right!” she agreed. “But you mustn't take more than an hour. I'll be on duty here that long. And you can't take the girl above-decks.”

“Agreed!”

The guard unlocked the door and vanished into the compartment. While she was gone, the big lesbian glanced up the hatchway, satisfying her caution that nobody was coming. She licked her lips in anticipation as the guard led a slender, petite blonde girl out of the compartment, a bewildered expression upon the girl's sweet face.

“Remember,” warned the guard, taking the pin. “Only an hour! No longer!”

The lesbian grasped the girl's arm, pulling her away and leading her toward some crates stacked in a far corner. “Come over here, darling!” She boomed pleasantly. “I want to have a little chat with you!”

Once hidden behind the crates, the lesbian turned to the confused girl with an expression of undeniable lust upon her harshly strange features. The girl sensed the woman's unwholesome interest, shrinking in revulsion from her.

“I want to-to go back with the others!” the girl whimpered. “I d-don't want to talk to y-you!”

“Now is that any way to act?” The lesbian began gently stroking the girl's long silky tresses, slipping her other arm around the girl's tiny waist and drawing her close. “Why, I wager you haven't had any real affection in a long, long time!”

“Pi-Please let me go back!”

“Now, now! Just relax and let me show you some affection, you lovely thing! What have we here?” A muscular hand cupped one of the small high breasts, caressing it strongly. “My, what an exciting bump you have there! Two of them yet!”

“D-Don't do that!”

“Here, let me see what those tempting bumps look like!” The lesbian pulled the girl's tunic down over satiny white shoulders, exposing the hard little breasts with their pale rosy nipples. “Why, they're just beautiful!”

The girl cried out softly as the lesbian's face suddenly pressed into the breasts, the thick lips nibbling the smooth flesh and finally seeking one of the nipples, closing about it with a wet greedy noise as she began sucking violently. The girl struggled vainly to free herself but the powerful arms held her fast. While she nursed with savage hunger, the lesbian slowly forced the girl upon her back to the floor, a hand crawling up between the girl's thighs.

“No! D-Don't!” screeched the terrified girl, thrashing wildly about. “D-Don't touch me there!”

The hand came flying upward, slapping the girl across the mouth in a stinging blow that silenced her screaming to muted whimperings of protest.

“Quiet, you ninny!” said the lesbian, momentarily taking her busy mouth from a nipple. “You'll enjoy this, you silly thing! All women enjoy it!”

“I – I don't l-like it! It's n-not natural! Y-You're a woman! You're n-not supposed to m-make love to another w-woman!”

Another slap, harder this time and the girl subsided into broken sobs of hopelessness, submitting to the hand which found her chubby mound and parted the velvety lips with fingers that caressed the wet interior until they found the clitoris. As they toyed with it, the lesbian's eager mouth sought a pink-tipped breast again. She sucked hungrily as her fingers played with the girl's tender cunt.

The girl moaned and writhed as the lesbian enjoyed the young breasts and feverishly handled the moist warmth of the slitted pubic mound nestled in its foliage of golden hair.

Without warning a rigid finger plunged into the vaginal entrance – and the girl shrieked, the shrill cry echoing throughout the compartment.

“Not so loud!” called the guard nervously. “You'll have the captain down here!”

“There, there!” soothed the lesbian mockingly, changing her position so she now knelt between the girl's spread legs. “It's only a moment of pain! It's over now. Just a few droplets of blood, my lovely! I'll soon have them washed away!”

The girl's hysterical sobs suddenly erupted into gasps as the lesbian's face lowered to the golden hair, her mouth engulfing the moist lips and she began nursing upon the girl's cunt with steady spasms of her jaws – a tongue sliding into the vagina with darting thrusts that kept the girl gasping and grunting as she squirmed in a frenzy of sensual reaction to the act being performed upon her sensitive parts.

“Oh… Oh… Oh!” she panted, throwing her head back and forth. “Oh, I can't stand the feeling of that much longer!”

The lesbian sucked and slobbered more swiftly.

Footsteps on the hatchway stairs sounded loudly and before the startled guard could whisper a warning, Ignacio had descended the steps and stood looking about suspiciously. The guard swallowed hard and trembled before his towering presence.

“I heard a scream,” he stated. “The captain sent me down to investigate. What has been happening down here?”

From behind the crates came a loud moan from the girl's tortured throat. The lesbian froze, lifting her head slowly and waiting. Ignacio strode to the crates and peered behind them, seeing the girl prone on the floor with the lesbian kneeling over her.

“Come out of there!” Ignacio ordered.

Slowly the lesbian rose to her feet. The girl got up weakly, following the lesbian out from behind the crates and facing Ignacio. His eyes gleamed with lust as they traveled up and down the girl's lissome curves. He gave the lesbian a brief glance of utter loathing and contempt.

“Sampling the cargo, eh?” he said coldly.

“You might say that,” jeered the lesbian. “She's no longer cargo. Not anymore!”

“I miss your meaning, warped one.”

“You'll understand it soon enough!”

His craving eyes ran over the trembling girl's body again. She stood with downcast eyes staring blankly at her feet, touseled locks hanging in loose disarrangement around her oval face.

“All right,” Ignacio said authoritatively, taking a deep breath and looking as though he had just made a decision. “On your way, twisted one. Stay away from here after this or you'll regret it!”

“We'll see who regrets this day!” she sneered.

“Come with me,” he said to the girl, leading her to the crates. “I wish to question you in privacy about what has happened here.”

The women watched him and the submissive girl disappeared behind the crates, exchanging a glance of understanding.

“He means to have her,” whispered the guard.

The lesbian nodded, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her broad mouth. “When you get off duty,” she murmured, “report that fact to the captain. I think he'll be better able to understand why the cargo consists of only eleven virgins – once he knows what that overbearing bastard has been up to! Now don't forget to report it!”

The guard nodded in agreement.

When Ignacio silently lay upon the unresisting girl and pushed her shapely legs apart with hands that shook from the lust shuddering within him, she closed her eyes and lifted her feet – presenting her dewy cunt to his avid gaze. With a muttered sound he pulled his stiffened penis from his pants, allowing them to drop to his knees, and holding the large reddish-tipped organ in his hand – guided it to the glistening lips encircled by her pale gold hair, grunting pleasurably as he thrust the cock into her. She moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he put his arms under her white shoulders, undulating his hips which drove the throbbing prick in and out of her tight hole in stabbing motions that drew sounds of enjoyment from both of them as he steadily fucked her.

“Isn't this… better… than a… finger?” he asked, without stopping the driving strokes. “Surely… you… can tell… the… difference.”

“It's… different,” she mumbled flatly.

“Raise your… bottom… when I… thrust… into you,” he requested.

She began doing as he asked, and the tempo increased as his lust boiled along the length of the rigid hose that went slipping in and out of her tunnel, his movements becoming more violent as his orgasm neared, inducing a frenzy of urgent need for release. Then he was pounding away at the tender crotch, growling his enjoyment as the hot juices exploded from the tip of his organ and went spurting deeply into her depths in savage spasms that ignited her own passion.

Squealing wildly, she clung to him – frantically undulating herself against him and riding the full length of the still-hard column upon which she was impaled, grunting softly as she came. When her climax had ended, she slumped back upon the floor in exhaustion, panting rapidly.

Ignacio smiled down at her. “That was just splendid, wasn't it!”

She nodded, smiling shyly.

“I'm sorry you were deflowered by the mere finger of a sickening pervert. I would have much preferred divesting you of your innocence, myself.”

“You would have hurt more. Your – your thing is so much bigger than a finger, and the finger was painful enough.”

“I suppose that's true.”

She shifted restlessly, wincing as she did.

“What's the matter?” he asked.

“I'm very sore down there now. Please remove yourself, sir. I hurt quite badly from all the attention that's been given to my parts this day.”

He pulled his still-rigid penis from the moist hole with reluctance, studying her face closely as he withdrew. “Would you be willing to do something for me? Something that will cause you no further discomfort but would give me great pleasure and the satisfaction my body demands?”

“I – I g-guess so,” she replied.

Kneeling beside her, his penis upright and jutting stiffly, he indicated the organ with a vague gesture. “Just take it into your mouth and suck upon it as nicely as you can until my juices gush forth,” he explained. “This will relieve me and I shall be most grateful to you for the relief, pretty one.”

“Is th-that a natural thing to do?”

He laughed. “As my sainted grandfather used to assure me, 'anything that can be accomplished without physical injury is perfectly natural and to be enjoyed as a gift from God'! Of course, the old man was the finest of libertines and a dedicated lecher who had seduced a woman less than a third his age the day before he died, at ninety-six!”

“Well, if it's not unnatural, I'll do it because I find you strangely charming – and I want to give you the relief you say is needed.”

“How gracious, pretty one!”

She lowered her face to the tip of his penis, her mouth closing over the plum-shaped head. Making a slight face of distaste, she began sucking inexpertly.

“Go up and down,” advised Ignacio. “Slide your delightful mouth the length of it – or as far as you can go, anyway. Oh, that's better. Much better, pretty one! Oh, that feels so good! Suck harder and faster now! That's it – that's it!”

With a guttural moan of ecstasy he grabbed her bobbing head in both hands as his juice surged up and exploded into her busy mouth. She gulped the thick hot liquid down, swallowing it with effort. Finally she lifted her head, wiping her greasy lips with the back of her hand.

“Oh, that was just fine!” he told her. “You did it quite nicely for one who has obviously never performed that charitable act of mercy before in her entire life!”

“It was awful!” she declared. “It tasted just terrible! I don't think I'll ever do that again as long as I live!”

“Too bad you feel like that. I was hoping we might do it to each other often during this dreary voyage – just to pass the time pleasantly.”

“No. I'll let you fuck me whenever you can get the guard to let me out of that compartment where they keep me and the others. I liked that. Especially the part where every nerve in my body was on fire. It was heavenly! But no more of this odd business with my mouth, sir!”

“All right.” He led her back to the guard, a replacement for the previous woman crew-member. He watched her taken into the compartment. Then he went topside directly to the captain's cabin where he discovered the old man peering into his wine glass with a troubled expression upon his wrinkled face. The captain looked up as Ignacio entered the cabin without knocking.

“Por favor, if you please, Captain – a matter of some importance!” said Ignacio.

“Yes, I've already heard.” The captain's face grew gloomier. “Now we have but eleven virgins aboard. Which will be impossible to explain to Senor Bullpole, who has less use for explanations than he has for those who bother to make them.”

“B-But I didn't -”

“I know, you didn't deflower the girl. The ugly lesbian did. I easily figured that out after one of her girls tried to attach the blame to you. A clumsy ruse. But the fact remains that you and I are in great danger now.”

“But why, Captain?”

“You have no ears, my boy? Haven't I been trying to convince you that it was imperative for us to deliver the exact number of virgins we were sent to obtain for Senor Bullpole?” He sighed deeply and drank from his brimming goblet, motioning to the bottle. “Pour yourself a libation, Ignacio. You will need it after I manage to get it through your thick skull that we both have been put in a very damning light now that the cargo has been lessened. I've already given orders that should another girl be taken out of that compartment – whoever is on duty guarding it will be thrown overboard to furnish the sharks with a meal.”

“Can't we just tell Senor Bullpole who did it?” Ignacio stared hopefully at the old man. “Surely, once the real culprit has been -”

“She is in irons and will face Bullpole. And she will suffer horribly for her audacity, you may rest assured. Horribly. Senor Bullpole takes much pleasure in devising terrible deaths for those who disobey him. Almost as much pleasure as he does in the attention he gives his playthings.”

“Then we have nothing to -”

“Silence!” roared the captain. “You err, stupid lad! We have plenty to worry about. You and I were placed in the position of authority and responsibility to deliver twelve virgins. We share the blame with that disgusting creature whose greedy finger has ruptured our futures along with a mere hymen!”

“Will it go very badly for us?”

“It may go very badly indeed. Sometimes Senor Bullpole is quite unpredictable. There is no way of knowing what our fate will be. We can only keep the repulsive creature alive who caused this problem – and hope that our punishments will be relatively light and merciful by comparison to what will be done to her for having spoiled the number of girls to be delivered – their virginities intact as by Senor Bullpole's written order.' He waved a scroll written in a scholarly script.

“Will my having possessed the girl after she was deflowered cause me to be punished severely?” Ignacio's face was pale with fear now. “I was so heated by lust that I didn't stop to reason.”

“Only Senor Bullpole can judge that.”

“My God! Is he likely to kill me?” Sweat rose in beads from the younger man's forehead. “You've been in his employ all your life! You must have some influence with him, my captain! Don't let him have me butchered just because I behaved in a humanly manner like any other man!”

“Compose yourself!” demanded the captain, rising to his feet. “Stop acting like a coward! We have something that must be done. Something rather unpleasant but necessary. Come along.”

Together they went on deck where the entire crew of women had gathered. Two of them held the woman who had been guarding the compartment when the lesbian had bribed her. She sagged, slack with fear, in the stout arms of her guards.

Facing the assemblage, the captain's stony face regarded them grimly for a long moment of silence. Then he began speaking, warning them that what was about to be displayed would also be the fate of any of them foolish enough to tamper with the precious shipment of human purity below decks. Then, with a barely perceptible nod of his head, he signaled to the women holding the one to be used as an example of what disobedience would bring.

They roughly hoisted her up, hurling her over the side. A line had been securely tied about her thick ankles and it was paid-out swiftly as she fell screaming in terror – the loud plunging sound of her body entering the sea cutting off her pitiful shriek abruptly.

The sharks that had followed the ship for days converged rapidly upon the woman struggling in the water, yanking her under the surface which roiled violently – turning bright red. The whole thing took less than a moment to happen before the widened eyes of the entire crew.

When the line was hauled in, only a pair of feet shorn off at the shredded flesh and splintered bones above the ankles was left of the unfortunate woman who had been thrown to the sharks.

The eleven virgins remained virgins for the rest of our voyage.