The Vampires Tale.

+++++++++++++   Chapter 4 1880 +++++++++++++++++++

+++++++++++++++++++++++  A sea voyage  +++++++++++++

Synopsis: Synopsis:  Piotor is a vampire who needs a pint of fresh blood each month to rejuvenate his deteriorating blood.  He abducts young women for their blood and sex. He and his beautiful slave Victoria set sail to see the world.

The after section of the boat was off limits to the crew and only accessible by the exposed side decks.  Victoria and I kept to our cabin while at sea.  Specifically we kept in bed.  It was like a honeymoon.  We didn’t even see the deckhands or captain, only the chef who left meals on a little shelf outside our door after discretely knocking once and retreating.  I discovered a Victoria that I had only glimpsed in our previous life.  My vampire intuition never peeped about this hidden delight.  She was beautiful of course, well dressed, and had a lively and cheerful manner all the time.  I enjoyed her company exploring little towns and islands along our way.  Sometimes we would buy fresh vegetables or meat and she would surprise me with fresh flowers on our table.  Making love with her was a true joining together of our spirits, as much as was possible considering our different backgrounds. 

I still tied her up often and she pleaded with me on her knees or kneeling but it was more something we did together.  I discovered a new delight in washing her hair and setting out on the after deck to let it dry in the sea breeze.  Often in the middle of the night I would wake to find her sound asleep and gripping my cock in her hand like a little girl holding a teddy bear.  Sometimes I would come out of a deep slumber to find her sleepily sucking on my cock in a slow leisurely manner.  We discovered a few more things that delighted both of us.  Such as figuring out how to fuck her hair.  She would push her hair to the front until it completely covered her face.  I would push a finger through its silky mass until I found her mouth.  Then I would make a hole through her hair and slip my cock into her mouth.  She would then wrap her hair around and around my cock while sliding it in and out of her hair and mouth.  Yikes!  My dreams had come true! 

I thought about how far she and I had come.  It started with abduction and rape and progressed to screams of pain and humiliation.  Then a period of just sexual meeting and now companionship of a sort I had resisted all my life.  I knew it would end badly but I was enjoying it in the moment and not worrying about the future.

The motion of the ship sickened us for the first days but we got over it quickly.  While in our cabin I stretched her face up across our bed and abeam of the ship.  I tied her wrists to the side of the bed and stretched her legs wide apart at the other side.  I slipped my cock into her and let the ships motion rock me back and forth.  I wasn’t expending much effort so I just stayed inside her rocking and swaying.  I lay down on top of her and kneaded her breast like bread dough.  For a while I put my hand over her mouth and she stared up at me with her big eyes wide open.  I gripped a handful of her hair and pulled it just enough to get a grimace from her.  She was mine and mine alone and mine completely.  I watched her eyes glide up and down under me as the ships rolling pushed me deep into her then almost threw me out. Finally I pushed harder and harder until with a long groan I climaxed.  A few more pushes and she bucked and squealed in ecstasy.  We slept next to each other and cuddled all night. 

We now stopped at the island of Crete to stock provisions and let the crew have a well earned break.  After a few days the crew was ready to push off and the ship was provisioned with food, water, fresh vegetables and a lot of fruit.  After clearing the entrance to the Aegean we set a course of North by Northwest toward Sicily.  Happily while tied to the dock I had read a newspaper while having coffee at a sidewalk café with Victoria.  She dressed primly in a long dress and her hair up inside a big hat. 

There was a shortage of olive oil in Spain. Accordingly I purchased a hold full of olive oil and battened down the hatch cover.  The newspapers told me that my investments were doing well and even with the expenses of the boat my bank account continued its steady increase. 

Under way again I would go forward to the wheelhouse and watch our progress.  The Captain and I would discuss a rough outline of our course and he would make suggestions of exotic places to stop and explore.  Some of these times Victoria would accompany me and be regaled with salty tales from the crew or Captain.  If the weather was mild we would go to the prow where the bowsprit jutted far out.  With the wind in our faces and the quiet sloshing of the waves it was a very pleasant time.  For the crew too who I caught staring at Victoria but looked away discretely when they noticed me.

We docked at Sicily and Rome in Italy for a few weeks at each.  Then we entered the Mediterranean after spending some time ashore in a Majorca hotel. 

Even though I tried to avoid it, I noticed that Victoria was aging.  I refused to consider it while we were enjoying life so much and her transfers of fresh blood were still keeping me healthy.  I enjoyed her greatly and could not imagine a life without her.  Such is the life of a vampire.  Far in some hidden corner of my mind was a wispy idea that another source of blood would be a boon. 

Looking at the ocean charts I noticed that Algiers was only a few hundred miles away.  I asked the Captain if he was familiar with Algiers and he replied he knew of it but had never been there.  He opined that it was a dangerous place filled with pirates and slavers.  That night in our cabin I lay awake with my mind awhirl with thoughts.  If I bought a slave in Algiers she could be another source of blood and could serve us in our cabin.  A tiny voice in my head suggested that she might serve me in a more intimate fashion

Although the slave trade In Algiers was outlawed in the early 19th century it continued in the outskirts today.  I decided to tour these secret slave markets and see if they had anything to interest me.  I told Victoria it would be nice to have a servant for our cabin.  She didn’t look too happy with the idea but eventually agreed to accept it.  Accordingly we made a course Southerly for a few weeks and docked at Algiers on a sunny day.  It looked rough and although I am armed with a sword and derringer I am aware of my limitations.  I took an armed sailor with me while we explored the darker side of town.  A few inquiries and bribes led us to a dark hidden pavilion where many men and women slaves were offered.  I was surprised to see a few Christians among them.  Captured by pirates I supposed.  Touring the area I noticed some stunning women with dark skin and long hair, often in a braid.

 

A Chinese slave attracted my attention.  She was thin but shapely and her hair was wound in a coil on the back of her head.  I pulled out the pins and found that her hair came to her mid calf.  Although she is slender her appearance is healthy.  I inquired her price and thought it was pretty expensive.  I decided to think about it for a while and started to walk away.  The dealer quickly followed me and gave a new price of about half his first.  I asked him if I could talk to her and find out her attitude.  He said she spoke a little English and I was welcome to question her.  I inquired about where she was from and what she thought about being sold.  She said her name was Ting Lo.  She said her parents needed the money and it was her duty to obey her parents and serve the person who bought her. 

From this I concluded that she was resigned to a life of slavery and only hoped to be bought by a person who would not beat her too much.  I didn’t comment but made a final offer which was accepted.  I told her if she tried to run off I would catch her and beat her.  She promised not to run.  We made our way back to the ship and boarded her.  I showed my new slave to the after quarters and told her to serve Victoria and me by keeping the cabin clean.  I gripped her long hair and told her I would make love with her later.  She didn’t disagree so I guess she expected that kind of service. 

That night I considered what I wanted to do with her.  I asked Victoria if she would like to be ministered to by a Chinese.  She wasn’t sure but would consider it.  I considered Victoria to have more value in my life now so I pictured her and me tormenting this pretty little slave.  Not wanting to delay I approached the slave the next day.  I gripped her by her hair and began to stroke her face and shoulders all the while keeping a firm grip on her long black hair.  She didn’t seem to mind this so I pulled her shirt over her head and removed it.  My hand slipped under her bra and caressed her firm cone shaped breasts.  She didn’t object so I pulled her skirt down and removed it from her ankles.  Now she was only wearing a pair of thin panties.  I feasted my eyes on her trim little brown body and lifted her braid.  It was held with a snippet of cloth which I untied and unwound.  I started unbraiding her hair slowly to stretch out my pleasure.  Soon it was all loose and covered her back to her ankles.  Victoria was sitting in a corner looking puzzled.  I told her to come over and brush tings hair.  She did so and they both seemed to be enjoying it. 

I handed Victoria a piece of leather strip and gripping Tings arms forcibly crossed her wrists.  Ting let fly with a string of Chinese and tried to escape but I was having none of it.  After Victoria wrapped her wrists and tied the knot I released Ting who scampered into the corner and huddled up.  She couldn’t get out of the cabin so I left her tied like that for a while and just watched her.  She became quiet after a bit so I went to her and lifted her to her feet with her hair.  This time she squeaked in pain but did stand up. 

I checked her bonds to make sure they would hold her then led her to the bed and forced her onto it face down with her hair in a cloud around her head.  After forcefully removing her panties I was pleased by the trim brown little body I saw.  I wondered how much she knew about pleasing women so I instructed Victoria to strip off all her clothes and sit at the head of the bed with Tings head between her thighs.  Ting laid there with her face flat on the covers.  I encouraged her by lifting her head by her hair and instructing Victoria to move closer to her mouth.  I was rewarded with Ting starting to slowly lick Victoria’s pussy.  I watched her closely and was pleased that she seemed to take to Victoria’s pussy like a duck to water.  Victoria looked a little worried but the longer Ting ministered to her the more her face contorted in joy.  I joined them by straddling Ting’s legs and easing my rapidly hardening cock between her thighs.  She wiggled her ass a little to accommodate me and I soon had the head of my cock just inside her.  Ting then amazed me by clenching and unclenching my cock with her pussy muscles.  She milked me like a cow’s udder.  I left her hair alone because she was so engrossed in bringing Victoria to orgasm.  Soon Victoria was bucking around and dragging Tings head all over while yelping in ecstasy.  I pulled on Tings hair and released her head from Victoria’s gripping thighs.  With Victoria out of her mouth Ting continued squeezing and releasing my cock with her pussy.  It felt like my head was going to start spinning on my shoulders so great was my pleasure.  I soon climaxed and after a relaxing period I withdrew and crawled off of Ting.  I reflected that I owned her and she was willing to use her considerable talents on the both of us.  Such a prize would need to be nurtured and treated with care. 

So, Ting was now a willing part of my stable.  I had never thought of it that way but it seemed quite natural.  After conferring with the Captain I walked along the side deck and entered my cabin.  Victoria was brushing Ting’s hair and I found the picture quite pleasant.  I stared at Ting for a while and came up with a plan to use both of them for sex.  “Tie Ting to the bed” I told Victoria.  She led Ting to the bed and undressed her because she knew how I liked her.  Gently pushing and prodding Ting onto the bed was uneventful.  Victoria then tied ropes to Tings wrists and leaving some slack tied the other end to the bedposts.  This left Ting some freedom of movement.  Ting was watching my face trying to guess what I would do to her.  I sat on the bed beside Ting and told Victoria to sit on the opposite side.  I told Victoria “hold her nipples and pull on them.”  When she lifted up Ting’s nipples Ting grimaced and twisted around on the bed and Victoria let go of them.  I frowned and said “Get a better grip next time.”  Victoria gripped Tings nipples and lifted which got the desired result of Ting twisting and squirming around but no matter how much she twisted and whispered pleas Victoria held on.  I told Victoria to let her go.  Before Ting could calm herself I jammed my thumb into her mouth.  Her eyes looked at me for a while then she slowly moved her head back and forth, first sucking on my thumb then licking it with her tongue.

I was feeling particularly brutal that day.  I untied Ting from the bed and drug her to the floor. I put a big cushion on the floor and told Ting to kneel on it.  I knelt down behind her and pulled her wrists behind her back.  I tied one end of a rope around one wrist and wound the rope around her other wrist, securing them together.  Next I took another piece of rope and tied her ankles together loosely. Finally I pulled the ankle rope tight and looped it over her wrists.  Pulling down on it I tied it to her wrists.  She was now pretty immovable and I could do anything I wanted to her.  I walked around in front of her and said “Open up.”  She opened her small mouth and looked up at me with her big eyes.  “Suck it.” I ordered.  Her head began moving back and forth.  I let her work on it for a while and when I was rigid with excitement I reached under her neck and lifted the long strands of her hair up.  Using her hair I slowed her down.  I forced her to only slide my cock in and out about once per second.  I maintained this slow luxurious rhythm for quite a while before I used my fingers to comb her hair into two ponytails on the sides of her head.  In order to get a good grip I took several turns of her hair around my hand and said “Get ready.”  Then using her hair as handles I pulled her head toward my abdomen.  My cock got stuck on her tongue or she was trying to stop me from going down her throat.  So I rocked her head left and right while pulling her strongly toward me and was rewarded with the rest of my cock disappearing into her mouth and her lips pressed against my hairy crotch.  I held her in that position for maybe ten seconds before pulling her head off me by her hair.  When her mouth was clear she gasped a bit and coughed.  I simply kept a grip on her hair until she had recovered before doing the same thing again.  This time I held her for another ten seconds before letting her slide off my cock.  I looked into her eyes and asked “Ready?”  She looked up at me and nodded.  This time I yanked her and roughly fucked her mouth until I came, a matter of maybe twenty more seconds.  I held her in place until my dick had stopped jerking and relaxed my hold on her hair.  Her eyes were closed as she swallowed vigorously.  “Good girl.”  I said.

I untied her and lay down on the bed.  She joined me and after a few minutes said “I like it when you force your dick down my throat.”  I was pretty stunned but elated at hearing such a declaration.  I could hardly wait until I would be ready to do it again. 

After a good night’s sleep I decided it was time to demonstrate to Ting another duty she was to perform.  I led Victoria by her arm to the padded table and laid her on it face up.  I beckoned Ting to come near and started fitting straps around Victoria’s wrists and waist.  Then I put a strap into Ting’s hand and pushed it near Victoria’s ankle.  Ting pushed the strap through the slots and buckled it around Victoria’s ankle.  Handing Ting another strap I pushed her hand to the other ankle.  This time she didn’t hesitate but pulled it snugly around Victoria’s other ankle. 

Now I was ready to drain Victoria of some blood.  I was afraid that Ting might think I was a monster from Chinese folklore so I went slowly and gauged her reaction.  She was a little squeamish when I pushed the hollow needle in and started blood dripping into the jar.  She watched with interest as the little jar got half full.  I then stopped the flow, removed the needle and stuck a plaster to Victoria’s arm.

I picked up the jar and while seated at the table drank it from the jar.  Ting watched with big eyes of surprise but didn’t seem very alarmed.  When I was done I sat the jar on the table and taking Ting by the arm I led her to the table and pushed her down toward it.  Her eyes were big but she obediently lay down on it.  Just like before, Victoria and I strapped Ting to the padded table.  I forced Tings head to look away while I inserted the needle.  She took a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft keening in her throat but I soon had her blood dripping into the jar again.  Ting turned to watch but seemed relatively relaxed.  Victoria helped by smoothing Ting’s long black hair and gently stroking her breasts and shoulders.  To my amazement her petting and smoothing relaxed Ting to the point I thought she was going to sleep.  She closed her eyes and started breathing more slowly.  When the jar was half full again I stopped the drip and removed the needle.  I left Ting laying there while I sipped on her blood.  It was red but not bright in color and slid down my throat very quickly.  It had more body than Victoria’s yet pleasant. 

While I was drinking Ting’s blood, Victoria wound Tings hair up and pinned it to the top of her head.  Ting seemed to enjoy this attention even though she was still belted to the table.  After a while Victoria and I unbelted Ting and assisted her to a chair by the table.  Victoria got her a glass of fresh water and Ting drank some of it.  I was pretty happy.  I had a sufficient supply of young blood, two lovely girls to play with, a servant to clean up and two heads of long luxurious hair to fondle and pull.  We were sailing on the ocean and nobody to fret about anybody turning up missing. That night I slept with one beauty on each side and didn’t wake up until the sun was well up and Ting had a pot of coffee and two cups set on the table. Ting was certainly bringing an improvement to my lifestyle.  Besides, having two girls to supply me with fresh blood didn’t tax either.  Or render her useless for a day or so.

While we were sailing in the Mediterranean the idea that Ting was my servant got me to thinking of her as a useful implement.  As such she could be put away like a deck chair when not in use.  To this end I went to a woodworking shop at the next port and waited while the carpenter built me some pieces.  One of these pieces was about an arms breadth long and as thick as a man’s wrist.  I had some holes drilled in the outer ends and also a few in the middle.  Returning to my yacht I raised Ting to her feet and ran ropes around her wrists and through the outer holes.  A long rope tied through the central hole and looped over a spar brace near the ceiling left Ting with her arms outstretched above her head.  I admired her for a while and then turned to Victoria.  Leaving Ting watching us I tied Victoria’s wrists to opposite bed posts.  I wanted Ting to see just how vulnerable Victoria was so I rolled up a quilt and raising her waist I put the quilt under her stomach.  This made her ass higher than the rest and her pussy as plainly visible as a side lantern.  I enjoyed the tableau so much I sat at the table for a while and admired them.  I had one hanging and one waiting.  I got up and slipped a finger first into Tings mouth and next into Victoria’s mouth.  I wanted them both and saw that any part of their bodies were mine to play with as I pleased.  To pound home the point I had rough sex with Victoria.  I straddled her legs and slipped my rigid dick into her pussy.  I then reached back and pulled her lower legs towards her hips.  This opened her pussy more and allowed me to go deeper inside her than any other position.  At other times I had struck her uterus from this position.  Now Victoria was gasping from feeling my cock exploring her innards.  I had the thought that if I rammed into her hard enough my cock would come out her mouth. 

From her position hanging at the side of my cabin Ting was watching this with wide eyes.  She could hear Victoria grunting from having her insides reamed.  Victoria’s ankles were now hooked in my elbows.  I picked up a hank of hair in each hand and started pulling it tighter and tighter while Victoria’s head and neck stretched further and further toward the ceiling.  So every part of her body was tight and under tension, a situation I much enjoyed.  Knowing Ting was watching us with wide eyes only enhanced my pleasure.  Just before I climaxed Victoria yelled and I think every muscle in her body jerked, which pleased me to know she had reached satiation.   

I left Ting hanging there for a few hours until I felt like sleeping.  I then untied her wrists but left the bar hanging there.  She unsteadily walked to her cabin which I locked, the stress of dangling from the ceiling taking a toll on her. 

Next day Ting tried to escape by breaking out of her locked cabin.  I was alerted when I heard stealthy scraping sounds coming from inside her cabin.  I listened outside for a while then unlocked the door and found her twiddling with the cabin window.  She turned to me and then looked away guiltily.

“What are you doing?” I said.

She turned her head away and kept her lips tightly shut together.

“Are you trying to get out your window?  Do you know we are hundreds of miles from dry land?”  Again she just turned away and refused to say anything.

“Come with me.”  I told her. 

If she escaped I would be found out and that would mean my death. I needed to punish her in a manner that would give her pause before she tried it again. 

Entering my cabin I bent her over a sofa and tied her hands to its front legs.  Pulling down her panties and pushing her dress up over her waist left little doubt in her mind what her fate was.  She began rattling on in Chinese while pleading with her eyes not to whip her.

I said “You have committed a severe crime.”  I then pushed one end of a towel into her mouth and continued pushing it in until her mouth was stuffed with it.  Then I retrieved a rod and began pounding her ass with it.  Between blows I told her that her punishment would last for days.  Accordingly I only used the rod on her for half a dozen blows before stopping.  I left her there bent over double and vowed to leave her there for at least three days, only letting her up to use the bathroom and then tying her into position again.

I started thinking of ways to give her an experience that she could not forget.  I went to her and picked up her long black hair.  I could pull it with my hands but I felt a more esoteric method was called for.  As I stared at the long sheath of hair in my hand an idea began to form in my mind.  What if I could part her hair into several locks and put a continual pull on each lock indefinitely?  I considered a violin where each string was individually tensioned by turning a screw.  If I could build something like that it would allow me to vary the tension on each lock to a very minute degree. 

Accordingly I asked the Captain to make port. I searched out a wood worker and drew what I had in mind.  He told me “It’ll be ready in a couple of days.”  Within the next few days I had my new violin toy aboard ship and was anxious to put it to use. 

It was a wood piece about a foot square which stood on its side with many one inch holes drilled through.    Each of the holes near the center was mitered and highly polished.   In the center was an oval hole just big enough for a woman’s head to fit into it. Tapering slotted wood pins went into these holes.    These pins had a three or four inch handle at the end.  Each pin was sawn down its length stopping an inch or so before reaching the handle. 

I seated Ting in a chair next to the table.  I pulled her hands behind her back and secured them to the back of the chair, utilizing ropes around each wrist and each elbow.  I wanted to make certain she couldn’t move.  I asked her if she would ever try to escape again but again Ting just looked to the side.  Setting down the “violin” I pulled back on all the hair that was framed by the oval hole and pulled it through the hole.  Next I wrapped leather straps around her forehead and buckled it tight. I picked up the hair coming out of the hole.  Separating it into locks I pushed a lock of hair through a split pin and rolled the lock up on the pin.  When it was near a hole on the outside of the square I pushed it into a hole on the outer edge and turned it until the lock was pulled tight.  When all that hair was gripped by pins I started on the hair not through the oval hole.  I combed out a lock of her hair from a two inch square area of her head.   At this point she was crying and tears trickled down her cheeks since she knew I liked to torture her hair.  I continued combing out and rolling locks of her hair through a pin.  I inserted the pin into a hole on the outer edge and rotated it until her head was tight against the piece and then pushed the pin into the hole strongly.  I put a finger on the now stretched lock and found there was only a little give to it.  It was working like I hoped.  I repeated this for each lock until all her hair was held tightly by a pin.  As I pulled the last lock out and shoved its pin into its hole, her head was held unmovable against the board by her hair. 

This caused her to say something in her native tongue while pleading with her eyes to stop her torture.   Again tapping on the locks of hair I could tell that they were equally strained.  I saw tears pouring down her cheeks and a stream of Chinese pleading for mercy.  To heck with making a pretense of punishing!  This was so invigorating that I was mostly hard already.  Victoria watched in astonishment from the chair she was tied to. 

The picture she made and the long drawn out moans she was making had me erect as a rock.  I untied her hands from the chair and retied them behind her back and holding my “violin” I pushed and pulled her to the bedroom where I laid her on the bed lying on her side.  After tying ropes around her ankles and knees I retrieved Victoria from the salon and made her stand on one side of the bed to watch.  By this time Ting was sobbing uncontrollably and rolling her eyes sideways trying to see what I had done to her long black hair.  Pushing and pulling Ting I arranged her so her pussy was staring at me from the edge of the bed.  I squeezed her bum and thighs with both hands, gloating at how soft and smooth she was.  Finally I inserted my cock in her pussy and started to push in and out.  This rocking action rolled her head around on the bed but the heavy violin didn’t move so she began grunting rhythmically in time with my pushes.  When I pushed, she grunted and when I pulled she sharply gasped in a breath.  We were making sexual music!  I was highly aroused but held out as long as I could to prolong my pleasure.  Ting had figured out her hair would continue being yanked until I was finished so she began contributing by pushing back against me each time I pushed in, even though it added to the pain her hair was causing her.  The sounds she made, the picture of her hair being yanked, and the feelings on my cock all came together at once.  I pulled back as hard as I could on her hips and climaxed so hard I feared my blood would boil in my veins. 

After I pulled out of her I told Victoria to start pulling the pins from the violin and release Ting’s mane.  She did and I listened to Ting moan pitifully when the tension was eased on each of her locks. This process took quite a while and the cabin was filled with piteous moans the whole time.  Thinking about this I wondered how my violin would work resting on top of her head.  Perhaps even with her hands affixed to the violin.  I liked that idea and promised to treat myself by trying it out next time. 

After Tings thick mane was all released I noticed her waterfall ended in a mass of curls surrounding her hips.  It made her look even more sexy and exotic.  I picked one up and tested its springiness by straightening it and then letting it go.  It immediately sprang back into a hollow tube about a foot long.  I loved the feel of stretching it out and then letting it spring back.  Victoria surprised me by exclaiming “I want my hair to look like hers!”

I said “You know that this curling and pulling is very painful, don’t you?”

She answered “Yes, but I can stand it.”

I looked at her beautiful wavy brown hair and thought it would be hard to improve on its beauty.  Nevertheless I sat her in a chair with the violin behind her.  I wet her mane to make the locks easier to pull.  I sectioned and tied off all her hair in the oval hole.  Next I threaded each lock through a hole and slipped that lock into the slot on a pin and wound it up tightly before pushing it into a hole.  As I progressed I could see that Victoria was in pain from the twisted expression on her face but she never asked for mercy.  I continued pulling and twisting until all her hair was firmly attached to my violin.  She reached back and touched her locks of hair and fingered them for a while. 

“Let’s dry it on the after deck.” She said.  With Tings help we carried the violin with her stretched hair to the after deck and rested the violin on a table.  The warm breeze from the ocean dried it shortly and we carried the violin with Victoria attached back to the salon.  Since Ting was familiar with this gadget I told her to unwind Victoria’s hair.  It took a good half hour but when it was all freed Victoria stood up and swept her hair in front of her so she could see the results.   I had to admit she was striking.  She had a huge mass of curls hanging from her arm to her knees.  I pulled on a curl and when I let go it flew back into a curl. 

“Please, can I walk through the port to show off my hair?” Victoria asked.

“Sure”, I replied.  Truthfully I wanted to see the look on the local’s faces when they saw her.  I started to lock Ting in her cabin but she begged “Take me along so I can show off my curls also” to which I agreed but Ting started crying because she only had her old slave dress to wear so Victoria told her to try on her spare dress which naturally didn’t fit but could be tightened with tucks and pins but then Tings shoes were not right so the two of them spent about an hour selecting shoes and fitting socks and extra socks because the shoes were too big. 

Finally we walked down the gangplank into the port.  Strolling through the streets I saw men gaping at my two beauties and women trying to get a closer look at their hair.  It was very gratifying to know I owned both of these beauties.  We found a sidewalk café where we had dinner then shopped at a clothing store to find something more elegant for Ting.  With Victoria’s help we dressed her in a fashionable dress.  I bought two corsets and had the shop girl help me put them on my two girls and show us how to lace them up.  I was infatuated with the look and pulled the laces slightly tighter.  With their beauty and their tiny waists they were gorgeous. Their beauty attracted a lot of attention from the local men but I wouldn’t allow them to stop and chat as the men tried desperately to start up a conversation. 

Strolling back to the ship with a beauty on each arm I thought, how lucky I am. It almost seemed that I was leading not only a normal life but one filled with satisfaction also.  Not having to hide was exhilarating to me.

That night I wanted Victoria to give me pleasure for an extended period of time.  I took off all her clothes and brushed out her wavy brown hair.  Laying her face down in my bed I tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together.  She waited helplessly while I undressed and dragged her to just the position I wanted, her head located about three feet from the head board.  I then leisurely undressed and got into bed with my legs on either side of the prone Victoria.  I pulled the bedcovers up to her shoulders and told her to take me in her mouth and just hold my cock inside.  I lay there in happy arousal.  I refused to allow her any motion so I wouldn’t become over stimulated.  This left her with enough cock to fill her mouth but not cut off her air.  I stroked her hair and petted her shoulders all the while feeling her soft breasts on my thighs.  Occasionally I would grasp her breasts and move them to a more stimulating spot on my upper legs, or push them together to hang between my legs.  I don’t remember when I fell asleep but I certainly slept soundly knowing my cock was in safe keeping encased in her mouth.  Apparently she fell asleep too because in the morning she was still faithfully holding me in her mouth.

We cleared the Straits of Gibralter and made a course Northward toward Lisbon Portugal where we planned to stay for a while.  It was now summer and I was enjoying the sunny climate even though I couldn’t be exposed to direct sunlight.  By wearing a wide brimmed hat and clothing which shielded my skin from its direct rays I would be all right.