Part 4

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At that moment, her Master's body became momentarily smaller, more compact, gathering strength. And then he rose up, seemingly growing before her eyes, his power expanding and surging upwards from his feet through his entire body. His energy and his aura of unchallenged dominance grew and grew; radiating his power and his absolute control and mastery of Michelle. His cock appeared to visibly grow in length and girth, swelling with the onrushing arrival of his gift.

His eyes were riveted on Michelle as she was dragged through the water beneath him. A shout of triumph, of release, and of ecstasy, leaped from his lips. And then a beautiful, long, arcing ribbon of come shot forth, aimed directly at Michelle's upturned face. Her own orgasm burst forth, like a willow switch that has been bent, bent, and bent until it could bend no more - snaps with a sudden, sharp crack.

The sailors manipulating Michelle's body dragged her legs open and closed, again and again, as Michelle orgasmed.

Erica orgasmed on Master Damien's hand, too. She clung to him, trembling and shaking from her climax. His hand was still in her pussy, still fucking her, and holding her limp body up to keep it from falling over.

The rest of the audience joined them in orgasm now, too. All of the guests and crew on the foredeck of the Shameless added their cocks and cunts and mouths to the incredibly erotic, passionate decadent lust of the moment.

What a sight they must have made for the gaping spectators on the other boats. An orgy of wild sexual abandon parading past before their eyes. The most incredible fuck-fest they had ever seen, in this most unlikely and incredible of settings.

She wanted to imprint this memory and make this moment last forever. She would replay this frozen instant in time over and over again in an endless loop of blissful, submissive, orgasmic rapture.

Play Time

As the Shameless left the armchair sailors and the harbor-bound boats behind and made the transition to the open ocean, and after everyone's passion had been sated, Michelle was hauled up and laid down on the deck. Her body had been scrubbed clean by her ride through the waves.

Now she was pure and fresh, and relaxed. Nothing, nothing ever again, could steal the importance and the vividness of that moment when she had been sent flying in the air; a proud and uninhibited pennant signaling to the world that this boat, and everything on it, were the property of a most extraordinary man.

The crew set to their business and steered a course towards the far-away, cloud-studded horizon. The island from which they began their journey fell away astern, to be swallowed up by the endless rolling waves. They were alone now - a small dot of deviant creativity and sexual energy centered in a great blue bowl of limitless depth and uncharted currents.

The guests sprawled across the deck and in the cockpit of the catamaran. Michelle and the other slaves stretched out on the smooth teak deck, gathered in small groups. They took turns massaging fresh tanning oil into each other's skin and combing each other's hair while they luxuriated in the bright sun and gentle ocean breeze, and the steady motion of the sailboat cast a sense of languor and idle indolence over almost every one on deck.

Michelle and Erica lay together on the center of the deck, in front of the cockpit, where the helmsman steered the Shameless on a steady course.

"Thank you," Michelle said quietly, as she leaned over to cup Erica's breast and to kiss her lightly on the lips. "I love you. I'll never forget that."

"I saw the fire in your eyes," Erica replied. "Your face – it is so amazing to watch, when you orgasmed like that. I felt every spasm. And Master did, too. That was so absolutely perfect."

"It'll never happen again like that. Even if it is repeated, it can never be the same," Michelle mused. "Like giving up your virginity."

The two women hugged each other and giggled at the improbability of the comparison.

"Look at Kiersten, over there, Erica nodded. "She's sucking up to the crew."

The pair of slaves turned around to take in the show in the cockpit.

At the stern, Kiersten quietly attended to the helmsman's every need, never once letting him remove his hands from the spoked wheel. She served him drinks, and brought him small sandwiches for lunch, and sucked his cock and licked his balls and ass while he stood at the wheel, keeping the boat on an arrow-straight course, headed on the bearing pointed to by his never-slackening erection.

"She is so fucking transparent, the little whore," Erica laughed. "She can never get enough."

"You mean, like us, kitten?"

As the boat plowed onwards, the crewmembers kept the guests and the slaves replenished with rum, tanning oil, and appetizers throughout the afternoon.

Michelle and Erica played gently with each other's bodies, and talked in quiet, pensive voices about what this voyage, and what their Master meant to them as they savored the taste of the rum and of each other.

"You know, Erica, I think about that first time, when you found me masturbating in the rest room at the office- when you were so curious about my submission to Master, and you fondled my ass plug and gave me that incredible rim job. I wonder where you and I would be now, if that had never happened, if you had arrived thirty seconds later."

"I know. I think about that a lot, too. I know that if I hadn't found you there, and then given myself to our Master that night at the Monaco, I would still be just a receptionist, and still stripping and lap-dancing at the club at night without a clue as to what I really wanted from life, what I was really searching for."

Erica lay on her back and stared at the clouds above the masthead. "What happened with Anna, the one who was sent to Master to be trained by that other man? The one you met at Master's club when he took you there for that wicked little lunch date? Why did she disappear so suddenly after that?"

"Her Master wanted her back. He missed her too much. So she was recalled."

"That's too bad," Erica said. "She had great potential. Obedience was in her blood."

"It still is," Michelle replied. "She is still an owned woman, and bound to the same man. I hear she is very happy with him. Still, I do miss her. We could have had so much fun – breaking her in, so to speak."

"Taking an eager novice – a true virgin – who knows she is missing something in her life and showing her what it is and breathing the fire of submission and obedience to life within her – I would like to do that for someone, sometime," Erica said. "And then watching Master put his collar around her neck to claim her and make her one of us."

Erica placed her hand over her heart. "To repay my debt, so to speak," she giggled. "And because it would be so fucking hot!"

"It is ironic, isn't it," Michelle mused, "that you so often have no idea of what you really need or want until, by dumb luck or fate, or whatever; it arrives and falls in your lap, without so much as an announcement or a hint of why it is there."

Michelle pantomimed a telephone call. "Hello, Erica, this is Fate calling. Your dreams have been answered. Just bend over and spread your ass cheeks so you can be flogged to a bright red hue before you get fucked by the most incredible cock attached to the most wickedly wonderful man in the universe."

"So fucking, unbelievably right, "Erica replied. "You know, you are my favorite, of all of the blonde cunts I have met, and sucked."

"Just the blonde ones?" Michelle teased. "Not your favorite, among the darker tressed?" She pinned Erica to the deck and bit her nipple. "You like Loretta better! And Katia, too! You horny little slut." She playfully punched Erica's arm before she rolled off her and drained her glass. "So there. Be that way." Turning towards the stern, she called, "Rum! More rum for these two sluts and cumkittens, if you please, kind Sirs!"

Erica was seductively running her fingers up and down her smooth, oiled labia, and massaging her clit. She took a long swig of her drink, draining the glass. She held it up as another signal for a crewmember to come and refill it

"Did I ever tell you," Erica asked while she playfully licked her fingers, "About how I fantasized about you, about what you looked like under the sexy outfits you wore to work, and about whether you had ever had a woman go down on you? I really had the hots for you. A true case of unrequited love."

She took a sip from her fresh cold glass of Barbados' finest, and continued with her philosophizing, fueled by the rum and the tropical sun. "But, hey, how the hell do I really know you are a real blonde, dear, sweet, pussy-slut? After all, there isn't a single wisp of evidence on that ungodly beautiful cunt of yours! For all I know, you could have once been a mousy brown librarian, turned into a wickedly promiscuous blonde with a bottle of bleach and a razor."

Michelle and Erica giggled and laughed at their parody and Erica's characterization of Michelle.

Michelle offered a challenge. "If Master permits it, I will let you shave and groom my pussy. You can sculpt a nice little triangle shape of fur above my clit. Then you can see whether I am a real blonde, or not. Would you like to shave and trim me in the rest room at the office? Or should we come in early and use Paul Johnson's office? I can sit in his big leather chair and you can kneel in front of me and get me nice and wet with your tongue and then you can shave me."

"Oh, god, yes," Erica exclaimed. "Just think about it! We can leave little wisps of cunt hair on his chair and on his desk. He will go absolutely ballistic. And when his wife comes in to visit and show him her latest obscenely extravagant purchases from Nieman Marcus, she will just shit when she sees cunt hairs on his desk!"

The combination of the rum and their lewd conversation had the two of them laughing uncontrollably now.

At that moment, Veronica crawled over to where Michelle and Erica were chuckling, from where she had been sitting with Kenneth and Alana Grant and attending to her Master and Mistress.

"Master Kenneth has requested that you two sluts put on a little show for him and Mistress Alana. He wants to see you make each other come. He wants it to be as hot and wicked as possible."

Michelle looked over to where the Grants were seated near the stern of the boat. Kenneth Grant was relaxing in the nude in a deck chair while his naked wife sat at his feet between his legs, licking his balls and sucking his cock. He nodded slightly to Michelle, signaling his command. Alana looked up from her husband's cock to flash a smile at Michelle and Erica before she returned to her task, and resumed deep-throating her mate's penis.

"Mmmm, I am certainly ready to fuck again. Are you, dear, sweet Erica, my darling Irish redhead? Are you rested and rejuvenated sufficiently. May I please pleasure that luscious cunt of yours, my pet?"

"Come here, Michelle. Please fuck me now. I want us to come together."

Michelle took a position straddling Erica's nude, supine form; her cunt resting lightly on top of Erica's smooth-shaven mound. She poured a cupful of tanning oil onto Erica's breasts, and massaged the fragrant oil into her flesh, from her neck and shoulders down to her pussy.

"Oh, god, Michelle, that feels sooo good. Your hands are magical. Your touch is so incredible. I feel like I am melting. Mmmm, more, please."

Michelle poured more oil directly onto Erica's pussy, and then began to massage the soft skin at the top of Erica's legs that was unmarred by even the hint of a tan line. In response, Erica arched her back and lifted her ass up off the deck, permitting Michelle to grasp and knead her ass cheeks in her oil-slicked hands.

Erica purred a feline sign of contentment as she stretched her arms above her head and writhed sensually under Michelle's tender caresses.

"I think my little slut sister likes having her nubile young fuck-toy's body lavished with attention like this. Isn't that so, sweet Erica? You do love a woman's touch, don't you?"

As she spoke, Michelle slid her well-oiled palms up Erica's body to cup her breasts. At the same time, she lowered her cunt onto Erica's pussy, and started to rub it up and down Erica's mound. The combination of the copious amounts of oil, along with their own overflowing wetness, made the two women's pussies slide back and forth together with an obscenely wet and slippery sound.

Soon, both women were mewing and making small gasping sounds as more and more of their flesh joined in a well-lubricated coupling. Michelle was on top of Erica now, their tits and cunts pressed together. Michelle had one hand behind Erica's neck, holding her close as they began to kiss; their tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths. Her other hand was underneath Erica's ass, finding and then breaching, her rear entrance.

Erica moaned and trembled when Michelle's index finger slid into her oil-slicked asshole. In turn, Erica placed both of her hands on Michelle's smooth, wet ass, spreading and massaging her flesh. Soon, one of Erica's fingers found Michelle's asshole and she triggered the same shuddering reaction in Michelle as they commenced the next movement in their fuck-ballet.

It was as if neither of them had had sex in ages. A casual observer would never have believed that they had both been fucked and had both orgasmed several times already today, in an amazing variety of pairings and positions. They had been turned into completely sexual beings by their Master's training. Now, the mundane realities of the everyday world mean little to them. They lived to fuck, and they lived for their Master.

Displaying one's body in public had become routine, and fucking for an audience was commonplace. Fucking another slave for the amusement and entertainment of a Master was a privilege; and coming on command, or holding it back when it was denied, were both ordinary, and expected.

The two slaves hugged and clutched each other tightly. Michelle had three fingers in Erica's ass now, and Erica had two fingers inside Michelle's. Erica's other hand was wedged between their oiled and sweat-streaked bodies, fingering her own, and Michelle's, clits. Their lips locked together in an endless, breathless kiss, while their bodies entwined themselves together, rolling back and forth on the deck, as they feverishly urged each other to orgasm.

Their interlocked bodies writhed and twisted and turned on the deck in a constant search for more wet female flesh to caress, fondle, and tease. The women moaned into each other's kisses when someone poured a long, steady stream of warm coconut oil over them. The oil ran down their backs, and between their tits and pussies. More was ladled down the cracks of their asses, and their legs were coated in the sensual lubricant.

Michelle and Erica humped each other's cunts shamelessly. Every inch skin was wet and slippery with a mixture of oil, sweat, and fuck juices. Michelle moaned when Erica twisted and turned the fingers she was thrusting in and out of her ass.

When Erica's other hand slipped into her pussy, Michelle's body was wracked by her first orgasm. And when Erica curled her fingers against the wall of her cunt and pressed her thumb against her clit, she lost all control. She bucked violently on Erica's fingers, her muscles contracting and jerking wildly as she rode Erica's hands.

For the second time today, Michelle was a fuck-puppet on a string.

With an animal-like growl, Michelle tore her lips away from Erica's mouth and sank her teeth into Erica's neck, biting her hard. At the same time, she forced a fourth finger into Erica's asshole.

This was the trigger that Erica had been waiting for. The combination of Michelle's teeth clamped down on her neck, marking her flesh with her savage kiss and that of her hand attempting to force her asshole open to an unimaginable diameter sent Erica into a paroxysm of continuous orgasms.

The two slaves' orgasms blended into one long, incredible St. Vitas' dance of wanton sexual energy. Michelle raked her long fingernails down Erica's back, leaving angry red furrows in her flesh. She dug her fingernails into the soft, round globe of Erica's ass while she continued to thrust her other hand in and out of the redhead's incredibly pliant asshole.

Again, and again, over and over, the pair of female fuck-toys urged each other on to more and more intense orgasms. They drove each other on with the most vulgar and profane language, each one daring and challenging the other to make her come again, and to fuck her harder.

Finally, after losing count of their orgasms, they collapsed onto each other, their energy completely spent. Michelle could barely breathe. Her heart pounded like a jackhammer in her chest and she was like a dead weight on Erica's body. The two women rested, even now unwilling to separate themselves from each other. Their hands remained in each other's asses and cunts, their fingers motionless, feeling the small, intimate aftershocks and muscular trembling of their partner.

"I love you, Erica," Michelle whispered, her lips touching her partner's as she spoke.

"Thank you, Michelle, that was so hot, so incredible. I love you so much. Thank you for being my sister and for finding me, for bringing me to Master. I love you so fucking much."

They basked in the rapturous afterglow of their fuck session, savoring the sweet sensations of the other's touch, taste, and smell. It was a long time before they began to stir and return to reality.

When Michelle and Erica finally untangled themselves from each other, they turned to look in Master Kenneth's direction. He smiled at them and raised his glass in salute. Alana, who was now sitting on her husband's cock with his hands wrapped around her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, grinned and stuck her tongue out and waggled it at the slut princesses sprawled on the deck in front of them.

And Kiersten, who was kneeling in front of the Grants and licking her Master's cock and her Mistress's clit while they fucked, turned around and flashed a quick smile at Michelle and Erica, before she returned to her duties.

It had been a spectacular show. The audience was pleased.

Michelle and Erica accepted the offer of another tall, cool drink from one of the crew and sat on the deck, leaning against each other. They stared lazily out to sea, watching the steady march of the waves.

Michelle tried to imagine what else was in store for them today as she dozed. When she awoke she saw a small island appear on the horizon in front of the Shameless. She wondered what it's name was, and if they were going there.