48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 04: Autumn

"Autumn, I need you do this tomorrow. I don't want you to freak out under the table."

"Yes, Miss Miriam."

"Answer in a way which shows you fully understand."

"Miss, I will try to do what you want by giving head at a poker game."

"All right. I was expecting to spend a couple hours improving your technique, but four chips have earned you some time in your room til lunch. Later, I'll show you the poker table."

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Time passed quickly. The poker game was about to start. The two girls crouched on a mat under the large table. Each was wearing a short nightie. It was short enough for Autumn to notice in the dim light that the other girl was wearing white panties. She whispered, "I'm Autumn. Have you done this before?"

"Linda. Yes, this happens every week. You're the new one?"

"Yes. How do you get underwear around here?"

"It's all chips, sweetie and this is a good place to get them. How many do you have?"

"Three right now. But I need food. How much does a bra cost?"

"You can't get a bra, only panties, and you'll need more than one pair or you'll need to wash them every night."

A chair scraped on the floor and a man's legs appeared. Linda gave a 'shh' sign. Soon, four chairs were full. Noises of the game drifted under the table. The girls strained to hear every sound. Fifteen minutes into the game, they heard a small cough. Autumn watched as Linda went into action. She started rubbing the man's legs, working upwards. She reached up to undo his belt and soon had his pants lowered.

Autumn heard two light knocks right above her head. "Oh god, I'm up," she thought. She ran her hand over his crotch on the way to his belt. He jumped a little. As his pants descended, a sharp odor hit her nose. It was a familiar male smell, but far stronger than she had ever encountered. Fighting back revulsion, she recalled Miriam's words: "Don't freak out!" She remembered the chips.

Trying not to breathe, Autumn set about her task. She started with little laps on the soft head. She took the head in, swirling her tongue. The taste was salty, but not as bad as the smell. As the penis started to swell, she realized that she had to breathe. She took in a breath and exhaled through her mouth, releasing a hot breeze over his rod. He stiffened in his chair, evidently in pleasure.

Autumn took this as encouragement and started bobbing in earnest. Remembering the Captain, she gently massaged his sac. His little noises told her he was getting close. She started a rapid movement on the head and added a stroking motion with her hand. His legs soon stiffened, and she heard short grunts as he pumped his load. Autumn was no stranger to 'head,' and she always marveled at how helpless a man seemed during these moments. "One down!" she thought. She reached for the cloth to clean him.

She thought, "How can I get the most chips?" This was somewhat like a waitress flirting for a higher tip. No, it was exactly that. She heard Linda working on the third player. She gently picked up the soft penis and wiped it. As an added 'flirt,' she gave him a soft lingering kiss on the head.

Autumn felt a nudge from Linda's foot. The last man must be ready! She hurried over to him, not knowing her chip count from 'smelly.' She felt a measure of confidence from her first encounter and soon she was bobbing on his shaft. Thankfully, he was clean. He was already rock hard before she touched him. She thought it might be from the grunts and groans around the table, not to mention the mental image of women under the table.

Two chips landed near her knee. It was over. She turned to see Linda pointing at the carpet. There were three chips. The girls gathered at the center and began softly whispering.

Linda: "We never touch each other's chips. How many did you get?"

"Thank you. Five."

"That's good! I got six."

Autumn, faintly: "One of those guys smelled so bad I almost barfed!"

"Yeah, he has been here before, but he's not a regular."

"So it wasn't the Master?"

"No! Master is very particular about that."

"Oh, that's right. I had to wash him all over before we got here."

"Yeah, he loves that! Did you have to suck him off?"

"Almost. I used my hand. What do we do now?"

"We wait until the game is over unless he calls us out. Then, we'll have to parade around." Autumn's eyes went wide, but following Linda's lead, she curled up on the mat to wait.

Twenty minutes later came the dreaded words: "Girls, come out where we can have a look at you." Linda pointed, indicating that they should exit on opposite sides. Autumn headed away from 'smelly man.' As they stood, Autumn followed Linda's lead and placed her hands behind her neck. Across the table, she looked for her pungent player. She caught him looking directly at her with a smile on his face. She looked away. He knew. She knew.

"Girls, face away from us for a moment. We want to see even more of you." Linda turned and pulled her nightie up and off. Then she hooked her fingers in the band of her panties and with a wiggle, pushed them to the floor. Autumn remained still. "Oh, I forgot that we have a new girl. Autumn, please remove your top and turn back." As she sheepishly drew the garment off and turned, she saw Linda back in the 'stand' position and followed suit. Their breasts and bare pussies caused a murmur of appreciative comments among the players.

"Thank you. You are lovely. Now, we have all heard the expression, 'a chip on the shoulder.' Each of us will put one chip on each of our shoulders. You will go around the table and give each of us a deep kiss. You may then pick up one chip with your mouth. Please begin."

Linda moved first, leaning around the first man's neck. She licked around his lips before plunging in. Autumn's first player was the Master. She kissed around his neck, reaching his mouth with a slow, wet caress. She picked up the chip with her lips and moved to the next man.

Linda tenderly dragged her nipples across her next man's neck. She nuzzled in his ear and moved around for the kiss. Autumn's next pushed his chair back and pulled her into his lap. He gave her a rough, bruising kiss, then turned his head away.

Autumn collected her chip and moved to her third, 'Mr. Smelly.' She tried to smile, but her lip curled and her nose wrinkled as she bent to his face. "Hello, cutie!" His breath washed over her as a blast from a sewer. She bravely made contact and made an effort at a kiss. After a moment that seemed like an hour, she parted with him to pick up her chip.

It wasn't there! A small panic gripped her as she stood. Master's voice brought her back to attention. "Autumn! You have one more guest."

"Y-yes, M-master." She moved to the last man to try her best, but she was nervous. She finished her kiss in tears. The chip was still there, however, and she gratefully retrieved it. The Master dismissed them with a wave. Linda left her gown on the floor, so Autumn did as well. Apparently, leaving was part of the show.

They entered the hallway. Miriam stood there, a frown on her face. "We will speak in the morning. Good night." It was obvious which girl she was addressing.

Some distance down the hall, Linda whispered, "You have do everything they want. You can't hold back! But I feel for you, honey. That guy was a pig!"

Even before breakfast, Miriam was in Autumn's room. "You know why I'm here. Talk to me!"

"Um-mm, Miss, he was filthy. H-he smelled so bad! I'm sorry."

"Autumn, do you think you have the right to tell a guest he smells?"

She began to sob. "No, Miss Miriam! I tried so hard! I licked him and kissed him!"

"The kiss didn't turn out so well, did it? Why do you think he took the chip back?"

"Uhhh, his breath hit me and I must have backed off a little. Pleeease believe me!"

"Oh, I do believe you, my dear. That is why you and I are going to have our first session." Autumn melted into the bed in tears.

"Listen. Because you did so well until that point, I will go easy on you this time. Now, get up and remove your gown."

Before that last rotten kiss, Autumn was planning to buy a pair of panties. Now, she stood at attention, naked once more.

"Put your hands on the wall right here and don't move." This left her somewhat bent over. "Spread your legs." She inched her bare feet sideways.

Miriam produced a bullet-shaped object. "Some people call this a rabbit. Here. Get it wet with your mouth." Autumn took the thing with one hand and began licking it. She noticed a protrusion on the side. "Now, push that button." The thing came to life. "Work that into yourself. I am giving you the rabbit because it will shorten the session for you. You will thank me."

"Uhh, Thank you..." She began pushing.

"Not now, dear. After. I will swat you with this rod, and I will keep swatting you until you come all over your rabbit. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss. Uh, I... Owww! Owww! Please!" The rod made a deep stinging sensation. She couldn't help but reach back to her ass. This earned a swat across her wrist. "Ahhh!" At this point, the rabbit slipped out onto the floor. She bent to retrieve it and received another swat. "Owww!"

"You better move that thing!" Miriam waited until the rabbit was home again. Autumn started pumping it and moving her hips. Each swat made her jump, increasing her hip movement.

"Owww! Ahhh!" Yet something inside was stirring. "Ow!" The next few swats were lighter and farther apart. Autumn had time to bring the buzz to her clit. "Ow!" She brought both hands to the rabbit. Miriam could always gauge a girl's arousal. Another light swat. "Owww, please!" Autumn was bouncing up and down. The little protrusion was doing its job.

Sensing the point of no return, Miriam carefully put the rod up between Autumn's legs, touching the rabbit. The rod vibrated all along its length, sending her over the edge. She gasped and grunted, ending in a scream. "Ahhhh! Ohhhh! God! No-no. Ahhhh!" Autumn dropped the device and grabbed her crotch, stopping the infernal rod.

Miriam helped her onto the bed and waited. Autumn's chest was blotched with red spots. Her nipples were hard, almost throbbing. Her breathing slowed. Miriam brought the sheet around her shoulders.

"My dear, I will always help you and protect you from injury during a session. Always. Now rest for a while. Are you all right?"

Autumn drew a deep breath. "Yes, Miss Miriam. Th-thank you for not umm, injuring me." The stinging on her ass did not fade nearly as fast as the orgasm.

"You will use the bathroom, wash the rabbit, and come back to tell me why you forced me into a session." Autumn gingerly moved to the bathroom. When she returned, she handed the rabbit to Miriam. "Oh, and you have to pay for your session. Three chips, please."

The unfairness of paying for your own whipping washed over her. She found her stash of chips on the bed and handed three over. Miriam waited.

"Miss, I was spanked because I couldn't handle the smell of that man. I'm sorry! I will try my best to not let it happen again."

"Autumn, you must always do what is expected of you, and you must not hesitate for any reason. Do you understand?"

Through tears, she mumbled, "Yes, Miss."

In a lighter voice, Miriam asked, "How many chips do you have?" Autumn looked at the bed.

"Eight, Miss Miriam. I have eight."

"Besides food, what do you want?"

"Panties, Miss. I want a pair of panties." Her voice was sounding like a little girl.

"What color?"

"Uh, What color? Umm, I liked Linda's white ones."

"Sleep now, dear. I'll see you in the morning." She kissed Autumn on the cheek and left.

Autumn was already up when the morning bell sounded. She was slightly awakened by the sound and light of the door opening and closing. By the time she sat up, the room was nearly dark again. She noticed a reflection on the table. It was a pair of white panties! She held them up, then pulled them on almost in one motion.

As daylight filtered in the window, Miriam opened the door to see Autumn prancing around the room in her nightie. "Oh! Thank you, Miss Miriam!" She ran up to hug and kiss her on her face. Miriam was not fond of this behavior, but she realized it signified that her psychological domination of Autumn was nearly complete.

"Show me, dear!" Autumn lifted the gown high and danced around the room on tiptoes, almost unaware that her breasts were bouncing around with each step.

"Let me get the chips! I'll go hungry this week."

"No, sweetie, they are a gift. I told you I will always take care of you. Now, after you eat, you have three hours to get ready. Take a nice bath. There is makeup in the bathroom. Use it lightly. Find a dress. You are to have lunch with the Master."

A look of distress came over Autumn's face. But Miriam's parting comment left her giggling: "Don't forget those panties!"

She carefully peeled off her precious panties and laid them out on the counter. She filled the round tub and sank in bubbles up to her neck. The hot water stung her whip marks. "Ahhhh!" Then it caused a stinging sensation on her pussy lips. She thought, "Spit is not a very good lube. I'm going to be sore there, too."

In a few minutes, the pain lessened and Autumn lost herself in the steamy bath. Fleeting thoughts entered her mind about her captivity, but faded in the afterglow of her orgasm and happy thoughts about her new undies. She dozed off with hazy memories of Miriam's words: "I will protect you."

The noonday found Autumn wrapped in a white flowing dress and her heels from Blue Bayou. Miriam gave a low whistle as she entered the room. With a wink, she said, "Let's see." Autumn smiled and pulled her dress up to her hip, revealing the white undies. "You are beautiful, my dear Autumn. Please sit for a minute."

"How are you feeling?"

"Miss, I'm a little nervous, but I guess I'm OK."

"Good. Now, remember yesterday when I told you what to expect at the card game?"

Autumn looked at the floor, remembering that awful man. "Yes, Miss Miriam, I remember."

"I will always tell you what may happen that day. I will help you dress and I will try to gauge the Master's mood, and give you the best chance to be pleasing and obedient. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss. Thank you so much for all you have done!"

"Certainly. If Master is pleased with you, he will be pleased with me." Miriam leaned in close. Her voice changed to a conspiratorial whisper: "I will tell you, in confidence, that I am not here on a completely voluntary basis either." Autumn's eyes widened at this revelation.

The low whisper continued: "I am working off a contract, foolishly signed in weakness and passion. The day is coming this year when I will leave this boat." Her voice was a mere squeak by now. "I intend to take my favorite girl with me."

Autumn opened her mouth, but only a sigh came out. She was awestruck. Miriam took her arm in a hard grip.

"If you breathe one word of this to anyone, I'll be leaving alone!"

"Yes, yes, Miss! Not a word! Please take me with you!"

"Dear, we have several months to get through before that. Let's focus on today. Master likes to dine with his girls occasionally, especially a new one. I think this will just be a meal and talk, but you have to be ready for anything. Answer his questions thoughtfully and demurely. I will be nearby as always."

Master waited behind her chair in a small dining room. As she sat down, the whip marks smarted again. "Thank you, Master. It is good to see you again." Autumn managed to sound sincere, though as she spoke, the images of her rape on Blue Bayou flashed though her mind: face down, panties hanging out of her mouth, screaming.

She placed her hands in her lap. She wasn't sure if eye contact was proper, but she looked across the table at him.

"Is Miriam taking good care of you, dear? Is your cabin to your liking?" Master's voice was warm, cultured.

"Thank you for asking, Master. Yes, Miss Miriam is wonderful and my room is great." Eye contact seemed to be working, so she continued. "I have never been on a ship this big! It's a hotel!"

"I'm glad you like it. It serves me well as a business tool. For example, when I close a deal I always invite the principals to the poker game." He kept eye contact until Autumn looked away.

"Master, um, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! It w-will never happen again!"

"Of course, my dear. Miriam said that you had a long talk with her." Autumn swallowed. He knew. They ate in relative silence. At length, he said, "Thank you. You are lovely. I will see you again in a few days under much better circumstances than we had on that other boat." The images floated by again.

"Thank you, Master."

Miriam was waiting in the hall. She beamed at Autumn and handed her three chips. "Master does not give out chips himself, other than at the poker game. He wants you to know he is pleased, not just at your demeanor today, but also at your promise to correct your mistakes."

Autumn beamed at the chips. Miriam was struck by her transformation from Accountant to submissive in just a few days. It seemed so genuine, unlike some girls, like Rosemary, who faked it to survive.

"We're going on a tour of the ship. I want to show you the size of it, and I want you to see the galley and the other places where you will work." Over the next hour, Autumn gazed in awe at an actual ballroom, a brightly lit dining room, game and exercise rooms, a swimming pool, large staterooms, and the high point of the ship, the bridge.

"This is amazing, Miss!"

"Yes, though you might not be so impressed when you are cleaning it. Let's go below." The galley seemed small to Autumn, but full of equipment. Three or four workers in uniforms busied themselves at a counter and a stove. Then, Autumn noticed the blue panties. Rosemary. She was cutting up something at a table beside another woman in pale pink panties. Their aprons only covered them in front.

Miriam noticed Autumn's focus. "Yes, that is your uniform here. Starting tomorrow, you are working here for a week. In the morning, Rosemary will bring your breakfast and then bring you back here."

Rosemary brought two trays to the cabin. "We can eat. Then, I'll take you over there."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Don't call me Ma'am! I hate that crap!"

"Sorry, Rosemary! I don't know what to call people."

"That's OK. Let's eat. I see you have panties already. Good. You'll need them in the galley, but you'll have a hard time keeping those white ones clean."

In the galley, Autumn met her partner for the week. It was Linda. "Oh, hi, we met under the table! Come on, I'll show you what to do. Go wash your hands." They were soon at a table, cutting carrots and beets.

"Those white drawers won't work well here. They will get sweaty. Go and get a paper towel." Autumn gave her the towel. Linda folded it into a long rectangle. "Tuck this in along the crotch. You can wear them for 2 days this way. Be sure they stay clean, or M will take them away."

Just then, the Master and 2 men walked into the room. "Just stand straight and keep working, no matter what they do," Linda whispered. The Master pointed out the equipment and showed the men the big cooler. They walked toward the girls.

One planted his hand on Linda's right cheek. Then he pulled on her waistband and put a hand inside. He leaned in and sniffed her hair. "Very nice, young lady."

"Thank you, Sir." The other man stepped right up to Autumn, pushing her against the table. He ran his hands under her apron, up her belly and over her breasts. He fondled her nipples. Autumn jumped at the contact, but tried to keep working. In a few minutes, they untangled themselves and moved away.

Autumn, blushing, let out a deep breath. "In the kitchen? What?"

"Master brings them in sometimes for a little taste. He only lets them touch us from the back. Not because of us, but because of the food. Crazy, huh? But it's better than being under the poker table!" They broke into a giggle at that.