48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 04: Autumn

Immediately after the auction from Part 1:

She tearfully held out her panties. The man took them and stepped close to Autumn's face. "Open your mouth." As she complied, he stuffed the pink underwear in, leaving a scrap hanging out. His look told her she should not spit them out. He grabbed her hand and started toward the hall. Autumn struggled to keep up in her heels as every eye in the room followed her. Very aroused, as were all the men on the deck, her buyer walked bent over as he pulled her along. As he spotted their cabin, he threw open the door and pulled her in.

"Inspection!" Autumn stood tall and placed her hands behind her neck. She was trembling. He walked around her, grunting as he moved. He felt her backside. She twitched. "Hold still!" he said in a menacing voice. He continued his manual inspection, running his fingers over her breasts and belly. He grazed Autumn's bare mound. "Good. Albert always does exceptional work." He continued, running a finger along her slit. She went up on her toes. A small sound escaped her lips.

"Good. Even against your will, you are excited. Nod your head if you are on birth control." As she nodded, he pointed behind her. "Get on the bed, position three! Quickly!" She hesitated for a moment as the command sank in, then moved to a face-down position. She parted her legs. He rapped the back of his hand on her inner thigh. Her legs moved wider.

The sound of rustling clothing was followed quickly by the feel of his penis parting her pussy. She screamed into the panties to no avail. The auction had been arousing for all the men. He took command of her and pumped rapidly and fully. Before long, he was grunting his ejaculation into Autumn. "Good. Now get those shoes off and get in the shower. You are sweaty."

She gingerly walked into the bathroom. She had just adjusted the water when he stepped in the room and snapped his fingers. Autumn looked up to see if he wanted her to get on the floor, but he twirled his finger, telling her to hurry. He stepped in the tub with her and closed the curtain. He reached up to take the panties from her mouth.

"You will learn to serve me. Others will answer your questions. Now, wash me quickly but gently. Do you understand?" Without waiting, he turned away from her.

"Uh, yes S-sir." She began soaping his back. He turned to let her wash his face, chest and arms. With a hand on her shoulder, he bid her to kneel. Moving up from his feet, she came face to face with his semi-hard penis. She knew what would happen next. Moments after lightly soaping his privates, he was rock hard again. Autumn looked up at him and opened her mouth.

"No. I can't trust you yet. Use your hands." He handed her a shampoo bottle. She had never masturbated a man before, but wrapped her hands around his manhood and started pumping him. Presently, he put his hands on the wall and began moving his hips.

"Harder. Faster! Ahhh ahhh mmmm uh uh uh." He kept thrusting for a moment then stood up. "Good. Wash yourself and find something to wear. Regular shoes. Bring those heels. I like them. We will leave shortly."

"Yes, Sir." Twenty minutes later, wearing someone else's skirt and blouse, heels dangling from her hand, Autumn found herself aboard a smaller boat, seated in a dark cabin. He put his finger to his lips. In a short while, another couple entered the cabin. The man maneuvered the woman into a chair and walked out. The woman peered out from her hood.

It was Lisa! Recognition dawned in both captive women. Autumn thought, "She was sold, too! Serves her right after what she did to us." She wanted to scream at her, but a man standing in the doorway made her hesitate. The most Autumn could muster for the next hour was a scornful stare.

Her Owner kept a tight grip on her arm as they left the boat. She could see two black limos in a parking lot. As Autumn was directed toward one, she sensed movement behind her. As Lisa passed on the left, she turned her head and mouthed, "I'm sorry" to Autumn. The man yanked her arm to the side and they moved off to the other limo.

Once inside their limo, her Owner pointed. "Kneel here, close to me." She sank to the floor and began to spread her legs. "No, you may relax here in the car. Hold on to my leg." Autumn tucked her legs and lightly put her hands on his calf. "Good." He reached up to flip on a reading light and looked at a sheet of paper. He smiled.

"This is your Assessment from the auction. Before I let you read it, I want to caution you: I'm expecting you to live up to every word on it, and much more. You were rather expensive, my dear. I'm a businessman and I expect a superb return on my investment."

Autumn looked up at him. She shuddered as she remembered Albert and his men on Blue Bayou. Peter giving her that horrible spanking at the rail. She could still feel it. Lisa inspecting her like a piece of meat and making her come right there. An image of the auction, working her panties down her legs, flashed in her mind. Tears flowed on her cheeks.

"Yes, cry. It is the lot of women to cry. Your tears are cleansing, so I will wait." He put his fingers in her hair and pulled her to his knee. The salty tears from two days of shock and humiliation stained his trouser leg. Long moments passed as the car sped along on a bumpy road. Autumn's sobs slowed and then stopped. He waited.

"Do you want to read this?" A small hand reached up to take the document. "Answer me!"

"Yes, Sir."

"Look at me. From this point on, you will address me as 'Master.' Do you have any doubt I am your Master?"

He heard a weak, choking voice: "No, M-master."

"Good." He handed the sheet to her. She had to hold it over his lap to see in the light.

Name: Autumn Ellis, 24

Profession: Accountant; Interests: Photography

Nationality: American

Hair: Dk blonde; Weight: 123

Height: 5-5; Measure: 34-27-35

Tits: C cup

Ass: Excellent.

Legs: Excellent.

Feet: Good

Tattoos, marks: None

Response: Strong orgasm under stress

Positions: Knows 1, 2, 3

Notes: New to shaving.

Recv'd 1 hard hand spanking.

Score: 8 of 10 -- Highest in the group.

She handed back the paper. She thought, "One line about my career, and the rest about my body." Autumn was mortified. "What kind of men are these people?" Her head slumped to the seat. "This can't be happening."

"If you are respectful, I wish to hear your thoughts."

"M-master, I-I'm working on a Master's degree! I am an intelligent woman! How can this be about my legs?"

He looked at the dark window for a moment. "I may find some use for your skills in my businesses, but I have chosen you to serve me. That will require not only your pretty legs, but every part of your body and mind. You will learn to anticipate my needs. You will learn what a glance or a snap of my fingers means. This will require all of your intelligence. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Look at me and answer in in a way that shows your intelligence."

Her eyes found his impassive face. "M-master, I will try to learn to s-service your needs."

"Good. Now, I will call to see to your accommodations."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The limo slowed and maneuvered to a halt. As the door opened, He said, "Come, my dear. We are home. Don't forget those heels." She slid across the seat at his hand. The moon was still high in the sky, but bright lights marked a nearby object. As she focused, a gasp escaped her lips. It was a yacht, much larger than Blue Bayou!

A man was waiting at the top of the stairs. "Welcome back, Sir. We are ready to depart on your word."

"Thank you, Captain. Please escort my companion below and give this to Miriam." A blush formed as Autumn realized that it was her Assessment.

"This way, Miss." The Captain inserted a key in a panel on an elevator. As they descended to a lower deck, he smiled "Enjoy your stay. Please tell Miss Miriam if you need anything."

A tall woman waited at an open door a short way down the hall. "You may give this to Miriam yourself." His voice had turned from polite to blunt in an instant. He handed the folded paper to her. "Miss Miriam, the Master's friend here will introduce herself. I have pressing duties."

"Thank you, Captain. Always a pleasure to see you." She directed Autumn into the room and closed the door. "Welcome aboard. We will not waste time on pleasantries. You will address me as Miss, or Miss Miriam. Can you follow directions?"

"Uhhh, yes, Miss."

"We shall see. What is on that paper?"

"Ummm, these are notes, uhhh, f-from my uhh..."

"Your sale? Speak up!"

Autumn started to sniffle. "Yes, Miss."

"Your first direction is to answer me in sentences whenever possible." She waited.

"Y-yes, this paper is from my sale, Miss."

"You will tell me what is on your paper in full sentences. But first, let's get you out of those horrible clothes. Hold the paper in your teeth and strip. There is a trash can over there."

A few tears rolled down to stain the paper in her mouth as she unbuttoned the blouse and drew off her skirt and sneakers. She stood naked before Miriam and unfolded the sheet.

"Proceed. No, wait. Where did you get those shoes?"

"He, ahh, Master liked them." She was shivering.

"Put them on and properly introduce yourself."

The heels added to her embarrassment. "Uhh, my name is Autumn Ellis. I am 24 years old. My profession is Accounting and my interest is Photography. I am an American. My hair is blonde and I weigh 123 pounds. I am 5 foot 5 inches tall." She stopped. Her feet moved into a pigeon-toe.

"Are you finished?"

"N-no, Miss. This is so hard!" Her voice squeaked.

"You will learn to be proud of your body. Take a deep breath and proceed!"

After a loud sigh, Autumn started again. "My measurements are 34-27-35. M-m-my tits are a C cup. My ass is — oooh please!" She put her hands up to her face. Miriam stepped closer and waited.

"You are abusing my patience!"

Autumn brought the paper back down. "M-my ass and legs are excellent. My feet are good."

"Wait, what? Your feet? Sit down and show me your feet." Autumn slipped her shoes off and held up her left foot. Miriam briefly took it in her hand. "You're feet are fine. Proceed."

She stood back up, now completely naked. "I have no tattoos or marks. Uhh, I-I had, umm, an orgasm under stress."

"Explain."

"Miss, please!"

Miriam waited.

"Ummm, a lady was checking me to see if I had shaved. S-she kept rubbing around. I couldn't help it!" Tears began anew.

"Very interesting! What else do you have there?"

"Uh, I know p-positions 1, 2, and 3..."

Miriam cut in. "Show me what you call 1, 2, 3. Put the paper back in your mouth."

A look of anguish played over Autumn's face, but she gripped the paper between her teeth and placed her hands behind her head.

"Ah, yes, here we would call it 'stand.' Very good. No. 2?"

Autumn's body stayed upright as she sank into the kneel position.

"Cross your wrists behind you and spread your knees wider. Shaving is like removing a mask from there. You can smile in two places! No. 3?"

Autumn bent to face the floor. Tears. Her hips rose.

"Widen your knees. Look back at your lover." Miriam knelt behind her. "I'll be checking your shaving, too."

Miriam's hand roamed around Autumn's spread crotch. A finger dipped into the slit. "Hmmm, orgasm under stress huh? How about another one?"

"Please, Miss! No!"

"Well, it's not your choice, dearie." Miriam worked her fingers in and out. She lightly tugged and circled. She could feel a swelling.

"Ahh, please, Miss! Uhhhnn." Autumn began panting. "No!"

Miriam stopped. "As you wish, dear. Now get up and finish your list."

Autumn slowly got to her feet. A blush was spreading from her neck down to her breasts, almost to her rigid nipples. She reached up for the paper.

"Wait! What are you going to do about the mess you made on my fingers?" Miss Miriam held her hand inches from Autumn's mouth. She could smell herself on Miriam's hand. Autumn shuffled her feet and looked at the floor.

She was still out of breath. "Ummm, I'm going to l-lick them off, Miss?" Miriam waited. Autumn haltingly drew the wet fingers into her mouth, cleaning each one.

"Thank you. Proceed."

She raced through the final notes. "I'm new to shaving, and I got one hard hand spanking. My score was 8 of 10, the highest" She hung her head in misery.

Miriam opened a closet door and took a long silk robe from a hook. "Here. Put this on and I'll take you to your room. I am pleased with you. We will continue tomorrow."

Autumn found an array of food in her room. She nibbled on fruit and downed some water, trying to erase the taste in her mouth. She decided to take a shower and brush her teeth. The room was nearly identical to the cabins on Blue Bayou, perhaps a little larger. She found a nightgown in a drawer. She found no underwear, but slipped the gown on and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of a soft bell brought her awake in the morning. Her first foggy thoughts were of a bad dream. As her eyes opened, she looked around the room and felt the motion of the yacht. "Oh my god, this is real!"

Two feelings rose to the top: hunger and the need to pee. She padded to the bathroom while her accountant's mind formed a list. "What do I know? I'm a prisoner on a boat. I'll have to have sex with a man called 'Master.' I have to answer to a domineering woman, Miriam. Being naked is normal here."

"What don't I know? Is there a possible escape? Where are we going? What..." The sound of the door interrupted her list. She hurried back to the bedroom. A beautiful woman in a kitchen apron stood there holding a tray of food.

"Good morning. Here is your breakfast. Miss M will be here in about 30 minutes."

"Umm, I'm Autumn. What is your name?"

"Rosemary. I can't talk much right now. We will get to know each other as the days pass."

"Please, just tell me what I've gotten into! What's going to happen?"

"I know this is hard, sweetie. Just do what they tell you. I have to go."

"Do you work in the kitchen?"

"It's the galley, and I am there this week. We all take turns doing the shit work. Cooking, cleaning, whatever. I will tell you one more thing: We really can't become friends, because we are in a kind of competition with each other. You'll find out soon enough." Rosemary turned to leave.

Autumn watched her turn and noticed that Rosemary was wearing blue panties and nothing else under the apron. A feeling of shame came over her as she realized that her first thought was: "Excellent ass." She began eating.

Miriam entered without knocking. "When I approach you, you will undress, gracefully kneel and wait for instructions." Autumn put her fork down and pushed the straps off her shoulders. As she stood, the gown slid to the floor. She assumed the familiar position.

"Have you bathed this morning?"

"No, Miss Miriam, I showered last night."

"Starting today, take a quick bath at night if you wish, but always shower in the morning. I want you clean and sweet smelling. Take care of your bathroom needs and then clean well between your legs."

"Yes, Miss, I will be clean in the mornings."

"Now, put on the robe and follow me. Wait. First, brush your teeth."

Miriam took her charge to a cabin door. Inside, Autumn saw a man in a chair, fully dressed. It was the Captain. "Drop your robe and kneel." She slid the robe off and sank to a wide kneel, wrists crossed behind her. "We have to get ready for the poker game. Have you ever given what you crudely call a 'blow job'?"

"Yes, Miss." Miriam cleared her throat and waited. "Uhhh, yes, Miss Miriam, I have given blow jobs."

"Good. You are to show me your skills with the Captain. Crawl to him and begin. He may have instructions for you." Autumn dropped to her hands and moved to the Captain. She hesitated.

"Unfasten his pants and pull them over his knees." Autumn's hands moved to open his belt, unsnap the clasp, and work the zipper. The Captain's dick sprang free, already partly erect. Autumn hesitated again. "Get busy, dearie."

Autumn took the head gently in her mouth. She began licking around the top, then along the rapidly increasing length. The Captain swiveled his hips upward and pointed. His balls soon felt a warm tongue bathing and separating them. He was now fully erect and Autumn moved back to the head, beginning a bobbing motion. Her right hand went to his shaft. She remembered masturbating the Master in the shower. She began a lively motion.

The Captain starting grunting and soon exploded. He put a hand on the back of her head as a signal to keep going. As he softened, she stopped moving. Miriam said, "Politeness requires that you swallow and then clean him."

Autumn could only nod, as her mouth was full of Captain. She began licking along the length of the shaft, cleaning the drops she had lost during Captain's climax. The Captain said, "OK." She moved to pull up his pants, but he was starting to stand, so she knelt upright as he dressed himself. He reached in his pocket and handed her a few poker chips. He turned. "Miriam, she was very good for a newcomer."

"Thank you, Captain, for giving us your valuable time! Autumn?"

Autumn, red-faced and breathy, sheepishly looked at the man. "Yes, thank you, Captain, for y-your t-time."

He turned to go. "All in a day's work, ladies, all in a day's work."

"Fetch your robe. It's time to talk." Miriam sat in the chair as Autumn knelt on the floor. "You may relax. You did an excellent job just now. I am very pleased." Miriam carefully watched Autumn's face, looking for little signs of pride at the compliment. She saw a hint of a smile and a brightening of the eyes. She thought, "Good, she is beginning to bond. She will soon see me as her protector, even if I'm punishing her."

"How many chips did he give you?"

Autumn looked at her hand. "Four, Miss, ummm, he gave me four chips."

"My dear! That's the most he has ever given! You really made him happy!" Again, she looked for the signs. Autumn brightened up and sat straighter. Miriam thought, "Humiliation and praise, the magic pair."

"Miss, what are they for?" Her voice was squeaky.

"My dear, they are your reward for obedience and enthusiasm. You will pay for your meals with them. One meal, one chip. In fact, I need one now, for your breakfast." Autumn opened her hand and offered up the chip with a confused look. She quickly closed her fist on the rest and moved her arm to her back. Miriam smiled at her show of possession.

"When you are with the Master or his guests, you will receive chips based on your performance. You will probably not be getting four chips often. You might get two or three. If you are servicing more than one person, you can earn chips from each one." She let this sink in for a moment.

"Your face tells me you have a question. Please ask."

"Uh, Miss, what if I d-don't have enough chips to eat?"

"Dear, as a newcomer, I will always make sure you have something to eat. However, all the girls here are trying to earn enough for extras beside meals. You will want some makeup and perfume. The girls always want to wear panties, which are five chips."

Autumn remembered Rosemary and her blue panties. She looked at the floor. "Now, when you are a regular and you are not earning enough chips, it may be time for a session. Don't think about that right now. I need to tell you about the poker game tomorrow."

"Every Friday, Master has a poker game with friends and business associates. He has a special table for this. Two girls will be hiding under the table. During the game, each man will give a signal. He may uncross his legs, or clear his throat. We don't use the term 'blow job' here. We simply call it 'head.'"

"You must wait for this signal, then quickly move to him and perform as you did a few minutes ago. You will have a damp cloth to help clean him. Pull his pants back up. He will usually take over as you get to his knees. He will drop a few chips on the floor for you. Unless he is unhappy with you — or if he is losing!" Miriam smiled at her look of concern. "Remember, you still have another man to service. Use the cloth to clean your face and get ready for the signal."