.....I awoke to find the tropical sun high in the sky, must nave been close to noon, I thought....I must have slept for fifteen hours! My crotch radiated a warm soreness, reminding me if the royal fucking I had received last evening.
Putting on my wrinkled sundress, I was drawn to enticing smells from the galley; I limped into the main salon, and sat in a corner of the plush velvet settee....Placing a plate of French-style breakfast before me, the cook grinned, "I'm brewing fresh espresso, want some?"
"Ummm, yes..." I blushed, remembering the spectacle he must have witnessed last evening - reflexively drawing my knees together in embarrassment, which only served to send another tingle through my groin - "Coming right up, missy!" he sang..."Quite a show you put on last night! You managed to get the entire crew worked up with your wanton moaning...As I'm sure you will discover, this afternoon!"
"What do you mean?" ... I whispered, hoping no-one was nearby..."What's going to happen to me?"
"Sworn to secrecy, missy....Code of the Sea, you know!" said the cook..."Besides, we never know exactly what our Captain has in store....He's a very inventive fellow!"
....Having just had direct experience of this creativity last evening, I could only agree....My reminisces were interrupted my a commotion on deck, the sound of men grunting and winches clattering, when the Captain barked, "Bring her on deck!" Thankfully, I had just finished my plate and coffee, when two dark crew-members half guided, half carried me up through the companionway, lifting me onto the polished table I became so intimate with, was it only yesterday?
The winches ratcheted again, and the sailors strong-armed my wrists together, while another quickly bound them with several turns of rope, leaving the end to loop down across the deck, leading who knows where...
"Are you ready for your reward, men?!" bellowed the Captain to the assembled circle of half-naked crew, who gave a rousing cheer, their whoops and hollers indicating that they well approved my last night's performance...
"String her up, for all to see!" he ordered, and the winches rattled again...To my horror, the end of the line bound to my wrists starts to snake away along the deck....as I followed it with my eyes...a tremble ran through me to find that it ran up the mast, and then to a boom over my head....The ratcheting continued, the line vanishing into some dark place, as the length between my hands and the overhead boom became shorter and shorter...
After an extasy of waiting, the line grew taut, slowly forcing my arms overhead, exposing my reddened little pussy as it drew higher and higher...I yelped as the line drew tight, forcing me onto my tiptoes - mercifully, it stopped just then, and a crew member approached with a stout beam of varnished mahogany, round, but with two grooves surrounding a large notch cut into each end...before I could ponder what this beam might be for, several crew came forward, obviously practiced in its use...an unshaven, blond crewman roughly dragged one of my bare feet into the air, holding the ankle into firmly in the notch, while another deftly bound it into position with a smaller, soft rope, using the grooves to hold it in place...That ankle was now dragged over to the side of the table, while the other one received the same attention...
I felt trussed like a turkey, legs spread and secured wide apart, the gentle breeze wafting across my red, exposed pussy, showing just beneath my lifted skirt...The crew clapped in appreciation, than grew silent - awaiting the Captain's next command - "Bring out the Cards!" he snapped, and an old, tattered deck of playing cards was placed lovingly on to the table between my legs...
"We have a tradition here", said He, looking up along my taut body, merriment showing in His eyes, "and I shall explain it to you"..."The spoils of our adventures are shared fair and equal", (which in the present case means you, missy) He winked, "Except of course, that I get first pickings...Agreed?"
The crew roared their approval, and began to form a line facing my exposed crotch..."Pick your card, my hearties!"