Holiday Highlights

In the afternoon of the fifth day of the cruise -- the second day after my Mistress left to visit the island -- we unaccompanied slaves, along with a number of passengers' slaves, were brought together on deck. The ship was at anchor, and we could see another island nearby, with a number of buildings and a small wharf: I guessed that there was no channel deep enough to let the ship actually berth there.

An officer attracted our attention and announced, "The ship will be spending nearly two days anchored off the island you can see. It happens to be owned by the cruise operators, for a twofold purpose: one, to make a profit through the produce of the plantation we run there; and two, to give slaves like you a taste of the old 'field-hand' or 'chain-gang' slavery! Obviously, using you for the second helps us achieve the first, since slaves don't have to be paid!"

As I listened to this, my heart began thumping at the picture he was painting. This was a new sort of slavery for me, different from the formalized and essentially sex-oriented slavery I had submitted to with my Mistress, and I wondered just how harshly we could expect to be treated. However, I suspected my Mistress had been quite aware of this possibility when she'd left me for the island, and by now I trusted her implicitly -- so much so, that my pulse was racing much more from excited anticipation than from fear.

"Some of you," the officer was saying, "will already know the conditions attached to this part of the cruise, but for those who don't, they are as follows: owners who have brought their slaves may assign them to duty on a chain-gang -- those to whom this applies know who I mean -- but all unaccompanied slaves are automatically 'volunteers' for this 'slave labour', since your fares have been so heavily discounted. This applies whether you requested unaccompanied status yourselves, or whether your owners -- passenger or officer -- have loaned you for unaccompanied slavery: what matters is that you are designated as such at this moment .

"We make just one concession: any passenger slave -- not crew! -- may opt out of the obligation, on pain of a fairly severe penalty. Some of you may have heard what the penalty is, some may have suffered it before, but I won't tell the rest of you what it is. Now, do I have any 'opters-out'?... anyone who wants to avoid a bit of 'slave labour', risking an unknown penalty to do so?"

This option was clearly intended to discourage opting out, and I was not about to take it. But three slaves, two males and one female, did raise their hands.

"Are you sure?" the officer asked them. "I warn you, you'll have no chance to change your minds when the penalty is revealed to you." All three kept their hands up, however, and he said curtly, "Very well. Take them away."

One of the male 'opters-out' happened to be close to me and I noticed, as an officer led him away, that his face had a look of anticipation, even eagerness: perhaps he knew something I didn't, that the threatened penalty wasn't as bad as it might be? (I saw him again after our stay on this island, looking a good deal less happy: practically every inch of his body showed the marks of whipping, and he confided to me that the penalty had indeed been more severe than he'd anticipated, since he'd been put in solitary confinement and almost continuous bondage, as well as being whipped frequently.)

The officer consulted a list he held, and called out the names of a number of slaves: they stood forward obediently, and other officers quickly shackled them in groups of four, by means of iron collars or ankle cuffs padlocked to lengths of strong chain. After these 'selected' slaves -- selected for no reason that I could guess at -- were shackled, the assisting officers simply moved amongst the rest of us, taking us quite arbitrarily and shackling us similarly in groups of four. So I found myself a member of a 'chain-gang' -- but one I didn't really mind, seeing as I was lucky enough to be 'ganged' with three attractive female slaves!

All we 'chain-gangs' were taken down into the ship's hold, where we were put to work, loading boxes through a hatch in its side onto a motor launch that had come out from the island. The launch made several trips, each time taking a few slaves along with its cargo, until all the boxes were on the wharf and all the 'chain-gangs' stood waiting for our further orders. Then the officer who had been supervising us 'handed us over' formally to a man and a woman, dressed in exactly the kind of clothes one would expect on the owners of tropical plantations, who'd been watching without saying a word.

Apart from a polite "Thank you" to the officer, who returned to the ship, they said nothing more: but their position of authority became very clear when, with the merest of gestures, they summoned a number of what were obviously 'overseers' from a hut on the wharf. These were slaves, like the rest of us -- at least they were naked like us! -- but that they were there to control us 'chain-gang slaves' was unarguable: they were unshackled, free to move as they wished, and each of them carried a heavy, vicious-looking whip at least eight feet long!

I suspect none of us chained slaves ever knew whether our overseers would have used their whips to force our obedience: in fact, they never needed to, because the whips' threat alone was enough to keep us in line and working as we were ordered! Our first task was to move the piles of boxes from the wharf to various places of storage, and the overseers saw to this with the barest minimum of instructions from the 'boss' and his lady: we were formed into long lines, and we passed boxes from one gang to the next until the wharf was empty. It took somewhat longer than really necessary, thanks to the way we were shackled together, but I suspected that this was deliberate, to enhance the effect of slaves being put to 'hard labour'.

The 'hard labour' wasn't really very strenuous, but we were nevertheless sweaty when we'd finished; we were herded together into an enclosure with concrete walls and floor, the door was shut behind us, and then several of the overseers hosed us down with a shower of cold water from over the seven-foot-high walls. They also tossed us bars of coarse but well-lathering soap and scrubbing brushes, ordering us to use them on each other -- not ourselves! -- to make sure we were clean. I and the three naked girls I was shackled to, found this exercise very enjoyable indeed, and likewise the subsequent rubbing each other dry with thick but rough towels!

By now the semi-tropical twilight was drawing in quickly, and we were herded into a large shed, where we were given food. There was just one large bowl on the floor for each four-slave gang, who had to sit around it and eat with the primitive wooden spoons provided. Although it looked little better than the mush that might be fed to pigs, it turned out to taste quite good and my companions and I had little trouble in emptying our bowl.

After this meal, each gang was taken separately into another part of the shed, obviously the slaves' dormitory. There was a cubicle for each gang, and each cubicle was divided into four narrow compartments: each slave had to lie down in a compartment, and the chains between us were fastened into slots in such a way that it was quite impossible not only for a gang to escape, but also for any member of the gang even to touch another!

"You're here to sleep," grinned our overseer as he made sure I and my fellow-slaves were secure. "The bosses want you fresh and strong for your work tomorrow: if we didn't fix you like this, you mightn't get enough sleep to do any work at all -- especially you!" he added to me, clearly referring to the temptations of being shackled to three such attractive naked females! Just as clearly, as an overseer he was under fewer restrictions, and he spent some time coaxing a few murmurs of pleasure from my companions before leaving us.

There seemed to be no rule about talking here, however, and the three girls and I chatted for some time through the thin partitions separating us. We wondered aloud what kind of 'slave labour' we would be put to in the morning, and whether any of the more severe treatments associated with real slavery might be used on us. In fact, the sound of all the slave-gangs talking in their cubicles amounted to little less than a roar at first, but gradually things got quieter as tiredness crept over us all. I dropped off to sleep at last, and slept surprisingly well, despite the floor of my compartment being hardly even the thinnest of mattresses.

It was barely light next morning when we were awoken by the sound of a loud gong, after which our overseers released us from our cubicles and sent us into the main part of the shed for breakfast. This was served in the same way as had the evening meal, and it was similarly unappetising to look at but pleasant enough to eat. Being quite well rested, and adequately fed, I found myself actually looking forward to the day's labours!

These 'slave labours', while not heavy physical work or really demeaning tasks -- after all, the slavery on the cruise was meant to be fun for all concerned -- were nevertheless physical and tiring... and mainly boring. Boring enough, in fact, not to be worth describing here, except to say that we did the kind of weeding, tilling and such like jobs that real 'plantation' slaves would have had to spend some of their time on. Naturally, we were directed in these tasks by the overseer slaves, who ensured our obedience with the threat of the big whips they still carried but never used: but they also carried -- and did use, often! -- smaller whips or crops, which inflicted no real damage but could sting very sharply!

Having the very submissive nature I was born with, I found the context itself enjoyable and very exciting; and I'm quite sure that most, if not all, the other 'chain-gang' slaves felt the same to some degree or other. I know the three slave-girls I was shackled to shared my feelings, and we all entered into the spirit of this re-creation of a particular environment -- as did the slave overseers, themselves as naked as we were, but unshackled to enable them to control us in carrying out their orders. These were issued by the boss and his lady, who also kept up the charade by keeping themselves at a discreet -- and somehow superior! -- distance, along with a number of 'owners' from the ship... yet there was little doubt of the interest with which they all watched!

I like to think we slaves gave them a show worth watching! Some played the parts of slaves who'd perhaps been beaten into submission, cowering and working eagerly in order to avoid the overseers' whips; others pretended defiance and offered resistance, sometimes token and sometimes quite strong, and performed the work demanded of them only with the coercion of those same whips. And the overseers played their own parts well, shouting and brandishing their whips and crops with great flourishes, but rarely striking with very much force.

For my part, I played a role somehwere between these extremes. I found it so exciting -- to be a stark naked 'plantation' slave, my one ankle shackled by a heavy chain to three other similarly naked slaves; to feel the sun and air on my nudity, as well as the touch of the plants we were tending; to be shouted at by equally naked overseers, their status above mine emphasised by being unshackled and carrying whips to enforce my obedience, yet still slaves in their servile obedience to their own orders; and to be aware of other figures, clothed rather than naked, lounging at ease with cool drinks and shade while they watched us 'slaving'! -- that I wanted my experience of this episode to be as wide as possible. So, at times, I cowered and worked, sullenly or eagerly; at others, I talked back to the overseers or refused to work... until a few sharp cracks of a whip or crop across my back or bum 'persuaded' me.

I felt especially lucky to have been 'ganged' with the three pretty girls who shared my labours: I was certain that, true to the cruise's principle that male and female slaves were virtually interchangeable, my good fortune had been co-incidental, and I felt a bit sorry for some other gangs, who consisted of four males or four females. 'My' gang were wonderful company -- two of them were unaccompanied slaves, the other was a crew slave 'on loan' -- and they were unfailingly cheerful, enjoying this episode in their own ways as much as I was, as well as very sexy indeed! They got a great kick out of 'ganging up' on me (pun intended!), teasing me unmercifully -- but very pleasantly! -- by posing their lovely naked bodies to excite me and talking in the most explicit terms about their bodies... and mine, for that matter! Several times I found it impossible to resist giving one or other of them a surreptitious caress: fortunately, these went unnoticed by the overseers... all but one, that is, and that one brought me and the girl, whose pussy I was fondling, by far the sharpest whip cuts we got all day. It was worth it, though!

Naturally, we slaves were somewhat tired -- though by no means exhausted -- when a halt was called to our 'labours' that evening and we were herded back towards the shed that had been our 'quarters' last night. I, for one, was actually looking forward to lying down on the floor of my cubicle -- relatively hard and uncomfortable though it might be -- and being able to rest my weary legs and arms. But what transpired was something quite unexpected....

As we slave-gangs arrived at the shed, we were paraded, one gang at a time, in front of the couple who seemed to 'own' the plantation. Our overseers warned us not to say a word, but they themselves addressed the couple, obsequiously, as 'Boss' and 'Boss-Lady'. This was the first time we slaves had seen our temporary 'owners' up close and, although we were expected to keep our eyes down, I was impressed by the aura of power and command that seemed to surround them: in particular, I couldn't help but notice the 'Boss-Lady', a tall, statuesque and stunningly beautiful woman with decidedly Spanish features and long black hair.

During this 'inspection parade', several gangs of slaves were drawn aside, at a word from the Boss or Boss-Lady, for a closer inspection. My gang was the first of these, and one of my slave-girl companions was carefully and thoroughly looked over by the Boss, who ran his hands over her naked body, made her open her mouth and poke her tongue out, and even spread her thighs with his hand so that he could push his fingers into her pussy. To my surprise, when he'd finished with her, he turned to me and made a similar inspection of my nudity, ending with a very thorough handling of my cock and balls.

My surprise was even greater when, by whatever standards he was judging us, he selected me but not the girl-slave! As our attendant overseer obeyed his order to separate me from my companions -- care was taken to hobble my ankles before disconnecting the chain holding me to the others, and my wrists were tied behind me as well -- I wondered for what purpose or special duty I'd been chosen. I stood aside, under the watchful eye of another overseer slave, and watched as the parade continued: seven more slaves were selected, until there were four males and four females, two of each having been chosen by the Boss and Boss-Lady.

We eight were taken by two overseers, who gave us a careful soaping and rub-down: with our hands behind us, we couldn't do this for ourselves, but I doubt if any of us minded having our sweaty naked bodies lathered and scrubbed and dried by the overseers. Then we were fed our evening meal, before the rest of the slaves, and finally we were led up to what was clearly the house of the plantation 'owners', where we were 'handed over' to two more slaves.

Judging from the brief but good-natured banter between these two and the overseers who'd brought us, the former were clearly 'house-slaves' and liked to think of themselves as superior to the 'field-slaves', even the overseers. They took the liberty of checking the eight of us carefully, finally pronounced us clean enough to enter the Bosses' house, and sent the other overseers away with smug grins. The male 'house-slave' took charge of me and the three other males, his female companion did the same with the four slave-girls, and they led us into what was obviously a dining room.

Soon after they had arranged us in two rows beside the table, the Boss and Boss-Lady came in and sat down to a delicious meal served by the two house-slaves. They behaved as if it were perfectly normal to dine with four male and four female slaves, standing naked and shackled and clearly 'on display' -- perhaps it was, for them! -- and they seemed to give us little attention, apart from a casual glance or two, as they chatted over their meal, discussing the way the slaves' work had gone today.

Later, between courses, they gave us more attention, though still casual and even off-hand: once or twice, with the merest nod or pointed finger, they had a house-slave bring one of us closer, for brief but intimate fondles of our naked bodies, accompanied by matter-of-fact comments to each other on our physical attributes. Later still, they even spoke to us a little, mainly to ask us how we'd enjoyed our work: one or two of us acted sullen and complained of having to work too hard (which only brought a crisp comment that we were lucky we hadn't been put to really heavy labour!), but I decided to 'curry favour' by telling the Boss-Lady very humbly that I was willing to do anything for her (to which she responded with an enigmatic smile that may have meant either apporval or cynicism).

At the end of the meal, we slaves were led out, and I and the three other males found ourselves in a large and comfortable bedroom. Obeying the house-slave's instruction to get down on our knees facing the foot of the bed, we waited expectantly, with more than an inkling of what was about to happen! It must have been nearly a half-hour later when the house-slave obsequiously opened the door to usher in the Boss-Lady.

With my eyes downcast as was expected of us slaves, all I saw was the hem of a long and richly brocaded robe and the tips of white shoes, but the voice that said, "Thank you, boy. Wait next door until I call" was unmistakably hers. The door closed and she was alone with us: she walked in front of us twice, then sat down on the foot of the bed and spoke.

"You may look at me, slaves," was the first thing she said. We did so, and saw that she'd crossed her legs, allowing the robe to fall open and reveal that her white 'shoes' were in fact boots of the finest soft leather, reaching to well above her knees; in fact, the only part of her that was visible was her lovely face -- but the curves of her firm breasts were clear under the robe.

"I'm sure you have a pretty good idea," she continued with a smile, "of why you're here, but I do enjoy spelling out in detail what I expect of you. Every time the ship brings a new batch of slave-gangs for your stint of labour on our plantation, the Boss and I play a little game, to see if any of you are good for more than just slaving in the fields. You may have noticed that he chose two of you and I chose the other two, just as we did with the four slave-girls he has in his bedroom now: we find it interesting to see how well we can pick slaves to the other's taste, and it leads to a good deal of variety as well!

"Now it's time for me to check you out more closely, to see if I want to keep you to play with tonight. I may keep all four of you, or I may keep only one: if you fail to please me enough, I may order a whipping for you, or I may let my personal slave-boy amuse himself with you, or return you to the Boss to decide what to do with you... or even send you straight back to the field-slave quarters. If I choose the latter, you may as well know, the overseers might take out their jealousy at you being chosen, by amusing themselves with you for the rest of the night, at some discomfort and humiliation for you!"

Her broad grin, as she said this, was completely without malice, but there was little doubt that these 'threats' were intended to elicit our best efforts to please her. How we were to do this, now became obvious: she stood up and casually, but incredibly sensually, allowed the robe to slide to the floor, revealing to our goggling eyes her magnificent body. Her slightly olive skin was flawless, her figure was as perfect as it was voluptuous, and the thatch of black curly hair, just above the tops of skin-tight boots she wore, was thick and luxurious.

She stood a moment, obviously basking in the frank admiration of our stares, then sat down again, spread her legs wide and leaned back on her arms. "You will each have five minutes to convince me of your skill with your mouth," she announced, and nodded at the slave on her left. "You first."

Watching that first slave, then the next, eagerly bury their mouths in her pussy and follow her instructions to lick other parts of her gorgeous body and to suck on her dark red nipples, I resolved to do my very best to please her. Not, I had to admit to myself, that I was terribly afraid of what might happen to me if I failed, but because she turned me on so intensely that I really wanted to give her as much pleasure as I possibly could, and -- just perhaps -- she might reward me by allowing me to feast my eyes on her beauty for even a few minutes longer. By the way she accepted the attentions of the first two slaves' lips and tongues -- almost detached and clinically -- I could tell that it wasn't going to be easy to impress her; but this only increased my resolve.

I was third in line and, at her nod, I crawled as quickly as I could to the place between her legs and set to work with a will. I did the very best I could, thrusting my tongue deep inside her fragrant cunt, sucking and nippling gently on the clit half-hidden in her thick pussy hair and, on her command, lifting my face to run my lips over the smooth firm curves of her magnificent tits as she leaned over me. With their ripe fullness, their large aureoles and the hard buttons of her nipples at their tips, her breasts were as excting to touch as any I'd ever seen; when she told me my five minutes was up, I felt as if I wanted to keep sucking them for ever!

After the fourth slave had had his five minutes, the Boss-Lady sat up straight and crossed her legs again before looking down at us with more than a touch of amusement in her eyes. "Well," she said, "I can't complain about your keenness, slaves: I only trust your work in the fields is equally willing! Now, three of you were satisfactory, but the other wasn't quite up to scratch."

She paused, with a teasing smile on her lips as she watched each of us wondering who the failure was. "Let's see," she went on, keeping us in suspense even longer, "shall I give that one a whipping?... No," she decided after a moment's thought, "I'm feeling generous tonight: maybe the Boss can make some use of him...

"Boy!" she called and, when her personal slave came in, pointed at -- to my great relief! -- the fourth slave and said, "I don't want this slave: take him to the Boss' slave-girl, and bring back any slaves that he mightn't have been happy with." Her slave obeyed, and returned within moments, leading two of the four female slaves that had been chosen for the Boss.

"This is unusual, isn't it, boy?" exclaimed the Boss-Lady in undisguised surprise. "Usually he keeps all four of them, and keeps them busy all night, one way or another: maybe he's not feeling quite himself tonight. Now let's see, what am I going to do with all these bodies?" She thought for a minute or so, then said, "OK, slave-girls, come here and show me how clever you are with your pretty mouths!"

Lying back on the bed, she made the two girls lean over her and, with one at each of her lovely tits, allowed them a few minutes to demonstrate their skill at licking and nibbling and sucking. At the same time, she reached up and ran her hands over their bodies, cupping their breasts in her palms, rolling their nipples in her fingers, and exploring the secrets of their pussies. At last she pushed them away and sat up.

"Right, I've decided," she announced. "I'll have one male and one female slave working on each of my breasts: you and you, come here on each side of me." The slave-girl and male slave -- not me! -- she indicated, obeyed; then her eye fell directly on me.

"You," she said, "have the greatest privilege -- and the responsibility that goes with it. Come here!" She moved back on the enormous bed until she was leaning back on the pillows, leaving plenty of space at her feet; when I had obeyed, she went on, "I liked your manners at dinner, and your tongue test was good too. Your job is to give me pleasure with your mouth on my pussy and clit, whenever I want it, all night if necessary: I hope you have the stamina for it. You may start now!"

As I obeyed, I heard her giving her personal slave more orders: one of these was to restrict the movement of us three slaves on her bed by joining our wrists and ankles in a sort of hogtie, loose enough to allow some movement but quite effective to prevent us getting down from the bed. The other orders were to "... use these other two slaves to put on a show for me: you know the sort of thing I like."

I saw nothing at all of this 'show': it went on behind me, where the Boss-Lady could easily see it, and I had to concentrate on her pussy for the whole of its duration. From the sounds I heard, I guessed it involved some bondage for the two slaves, and certainly oral sex as well, but whether this was performed on each other or on the Boss-Lady's personal slave, I couldn't tell. All I could see, apart from the pussy directly in front of my face, were some glimpses of my two fellow-slaves' mouths busy on her tits, and of her hands occasionally fondling their naked and available bodies.

In contrast with her demeanour during our tests, the Boss-Lady now began to respond to the attentions of my mouth. It wasn't long before my mouth on her pussy, the other two on her tits, added to the stimulation of the 'show', had brought her to a high pitch of arousal. Yet she was clearly in no hurry at all to reach a climax, showing remarkable self-control in orchestrating the various stimulations of the three mouths on her body.

For my part, I found it incredibly exciting, to be part of such a bizarre and erotic tableau. I worked my lips and teeth and tongue willingly, following her terse instructions as precisely as I could, because I still wanted to give her all the pleasure I possibly could. And one quite new aspect was especially arousing for me: the smooth touch of the leather encasing her long legs! It reached up so close to her pussy that I could even see it, contrasting dramatically with the darker tones of her skin, and she constantly rubbed it against my face and ears and neck, and down my back and sides.

I felt the sharp tips of her boot heels, too, when she finally let herself come: clutching my head between her strong thighs so tightly that it seemed she might crush my skull, she dug her heels deep into the muscles of my back and screamed aloud in ecstasy. I got little rest, however, after the orgasm passed, because she seemed instantly ready for more stimulation: tired but still willing, I persevered and was later rewarded with what was clearly a shattering climax, that had her writhing and moaning for several minutes.

Only now did she allow me, and the two slaves at her breasts, to relax. When she herself had regained her breath, she told her personal slave to "... stop the show now. You may keep the slave-girl overnight if she takes your fancy, but send the male slave back to the slave quarters. You other three slaves," she went on, referring to me and my fellow-slaves on her bed, "you may sleep now, but I expect you to respond quickly if I wake up and feel like some more fun!"

And she did! Two or three times that night, I was woken by a sharp jab of a boot toe in my ribs: no words were said, but I knew what I had to do, and applied my mouth to the lush pussy presented to it. I don't think she came again, but she clearly enjoyed the attentions of three mouths, there to give her pleasure on demand.

Despite these interruptions, I seemed to sleep quite well, perhaps partly because this was the first time in ages that I was actually permitted to sleep on a soft bed, rather than a hard pallet or worse! I and my fellow-slaves were woken quietly, early the next morning, by the Boss-Lady's slave: in the deep slumber of satisfied sexuality, she didn't even stir as we crept out of the room and were 'handed back' to an overseer slave to rejoin the other field-slaves.

Soon I found myself again shackled to the three slave-girls in my 'gang', and sitting on the floor of the shed for breakfast. They were naturally interested in my adventures, and listened eagerly to my brief but graphic description of the night I'd spent. When I finished, I discovered that only two of them had spent the night in the cubicle: the third had been 'claimed' by one of the overseer slaves, and I and the other two were eager to know more.

Apparently, on this second night of the cruise ship's periodic visit, the overseers -- who worked on the plantation for terms of months rather than days -- were permitted to choose one of the visiting 'chain-gang' slaves for their own pleasure. The slave-girl in question had been chosen by a big strong black overseer slave, who had made a quite fearsome spectacle during our 'labours' the previous day: she admitted that she'd been a tiny bit scared when he'd lifted her over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried her well into the trees surrounding the plantation.

"But I needn't have been afraid," she grinned shyly. "He was a bit rough, because he wanted to tie me up to trees and things, or spreadeagled on the ground. I don't mind that, though -- it's what I love about being a slave. But underneath it all, he just wanted to screw himself silly: he fucked me at least five times during the night, and each time was slow and long... like his cock, which looks big enough normally, but you ought to see it when it's hard! In any case, he made sure I came too, every time, so... although my pussy's a bit tender, I'm feeling very satisfied!"

I also learned what happened to the male slave that the Boss-Lady had sent back to quarters. Her 'threat' had indeed been carried out: he'd spent the whole night tied in a variety of uncomfortable ways and the overseers, between amusung themselves with their choice of slaves, had organized a sort of 'relay' in tormenting him -- with bags of crushed ice enclosing his cock and balls, rubber dildoes pushed into his rectum, spring-loaded clamps on his nipples or any other sensitive part... and a succession of overseers' cocks or pussies thrust against his mouth, whether he was willing or not!

I was very glad that I'd worked so hard at pleasing the Boss-Lady! Now I found myself wondering if I would ever again see her lovely nakedness.