48 Hours on Blue Bayou

She saw Peter in the hall outside the cabin. The look on his face told her that Peter had not accepted her new role. "Peter, Albert has made it clear that I am not in charge of the crew. I will be his assistant, not his First Mate. Each of you is very good at this sordid business, and I am trying to fit in because I have no other choice. I will try to stay out of your way. Can we give this a try?" Peter gave a slight nod of his head. "Good! Thank you." As she made her way to Albert's cabin, she tried to decide whether to undress for his pleasure or wait to gauge his mood. She opened the door and saw him at the table, staring at a laptop. She stood just inside the door. "Sir?"

Without looking up, he said, "Strip and kneel!" Lisa quickly complied, sensing anger in his voice. She waited, hands on thighs. She knew better than to speak. She began to realize that the divide between business and pleasure might be difficult to discern. Albert stood up, sending the chair tumbling. He ripped off his shirt and jeans, and in one movement he threw Lisa on her back on the carpet. He proceeded to rape her, finishing off in moments. He got up and strode to the shower leaving Lisa spread on the floor, panting. In a few minutes, he stepped out of the bathroom and jerked this thumb, letting Lisa know it was her turn.

When she emerged, wearing a robe, Albert motioned her to sit down. "I don't apologize for my actions. I was angry, and you walked in. I'm not promising it won't happen again. Today has gone sour. My contacts are not responding. I think I have competition out there. Shaken and sore from the attack, Lisa remained silent. She had not expected anything like this. But there was no going back on this. She took a deep breath, stood up and began rubbing Albert's back and neck.

"Come to bed", she whispered. She continued to massage his back until he fell asleep. During the night, Lisa could hear the faint sounds of slaps on flesh and cries of pain. She slept fitfully. In the morning she decided to play her 'lovers' role and wake Albert up with her mouth. A few licks and moves with her fingers brought him erect. She gave him a light kiss on the lips and then proceeded to swirl her tongue around his shaft. A crooked smile and a moan preceded his explosion. Remembering, she continued her tongue action as he subsided. She rose to get a warm cloth to bathe him. They dozed for a half hour. Albert got out of bed, and said, "Thank you. Now get dressed, we have business." He made a call, and soon Katherine and Julie knocked on the door. They had a tray of food. Lisa was surprised when she noticed that Julie was wearing shorts. Apparently something had happened during the night. Lisa remembered the cries. "Congratulations, Julie!" Julie's eyes went straight to the floor. "Thank you, Ma'am," she muttered.

With a wave, Albert shooed them away. As they ate, Albert tried to formulate a plan. "We're running out of food and fresh water. We have to act today. You will take the girls and find each one something to wear. Nightgowns, dresses, anything revealing and sexy. That one, uh, Julie. Put her in the skimpiest nightie you can find. I want to see her legs. We're taking pictures in two hours. I'll tell the boys. Go."

Lisa faced the women. "Ladies, we are going to each of your old cabins. You are going to retrieve some clothing. You should feel good about that. However, I will choose that clothing from what you have." Autumn's room was first. Lisa told her to show her what was in the pile on the floor. She spotted a blue teddy. "That's the one. Put it on now." Autumn began looking back in the pile. "No underwear." Autumn obediently dropped her robe and slipped the nightgown on. "Perfect, let's go." Soon, each woman was clad in a gown or dress. One was in a bikini.

They were gathered in a cabin when Albert entered. "Stand! Elbows back!" When he was satisfied, he took a few pictures. "Turn around." More pictures. "Kneel." As each one lowered herself to the floor, Albert swept his eyes across the group. Julie wore a short, flimsy baby doll that covered almost nothing in her present awkward position. Katherine was wearing a black cocktail dress that kept her from spreading her knees very widely. He took a closeup of each one, then, with a wink at Lisa, turned and walked out.

Katherine cried out, "What is happening to us!" Quickly, the rest started jabbering. Lisa held her hand up. "It's time to answer that question. Relax and quiet down and I'll tell as much as I know. We are captives. There is nothing you or I can do about it. What each of you can do, is try to make the best of this. Albert has promised me that you are not going to be harmed. But I can already see that much depends on you. Soon, men will be looking at you. They will be bidding on you." Tears began falling. Julie fell on the floor, sobbing. Lisa waited. After a time she continued. "Yes, you are going to be auctioned off.

Autumn raised her hand like a schoolgirl. "Why are you so special?"

Lisa thought for a moment. "I made a deal with the devil. He made me an offer and I took it. Any of you would have done exactly the same and you know it! Now I don't know any more than you about what happens next. But I have learned that it doesn't pay to make him angry. Some of you have learned it too. I'm going to do exactly what he expects and you will too if you want to get through this. Now, we're going back. Julie, apparently your score went up last night, so keep the nighty." Julie looked away. Peter appeared in the doorway. "When we get back you will follow his instructions. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am," came a weak response. The barefoot, barely clad women filed out.

When Lisa returned to Albert's cabin, he smiled and motioned her over to a chair. She breathed a sigh of relief at his elevated mood. "OK, I have a deal. This evening, we will meet 3 other boats. I have ten gentlemen coming aboard to view the merchandise. The weather is good, so we will do this on the aft deck. After lunch, I will brief the girls on what is expected. You are to remain with them when they are not on deck. Keep their spirits up as best you can. Most if not all of them will be leaving tonight."

"And the men?"

Albert shot her a stern look. "Don't concern yourself with matters outside your duties!"

"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again." Beads of sweat began to form on her face. An image formed in her mind, of her standing in a line to be auctioned. She realized that she could never truly trust Albert. She also realized that there had been no sights or sounds of the captive men today. A little shudder came over her. Was there a way out of this? A way off this boat? A way back to her life? No. In another world, she might even like Albert. In this world she was really only one level above the others. She would have to play her few cards with all her wits.

The captive men were conspicuously absent at lunch. Everyone ate in silence. Two women, perhaps even more comical in aprons and night gowns, served and cleaned up afterward. Albert brought his chair nearer to the table. "Ladies, this evening will bring our association to an end. As you have been told, we will have visitors. Each of you will probably be leaving the boat with one of them. If it is any comfort I want you to know that I only have high quality clients. You will not be sold into prostitution. You will be serving one man at his pleasure. This man will pay a large sum of money for you. This gives you a measure of safety, as you will be a valuable and expensive investment. I see that each of you is looking at me as though I am a monster. No, I am a man. Perhaps more of a man than you have ever known, but still a man." He looked at each girl in turn, until each one looked away.

"Over the next few hours, you will receive further instructions and we will go through a kind of rehearsal. You will quickly and carefully follow every command. I can assure you that none of you wants to earn a punishment this evening in front of my clients. That would cause a loss of respect among them. Do any of you think that would be a good idea?"

"No Sir.", he heard, almost in unison.

"I may ask you to assume the positions you learned, and others. I will probably ask you to reveal yourself at some point. You will be obedient and graceful. There will be no breakdowns or outbursts. You will return to your rooms now. Lisa will decide what you are going to wear. It may well be what you are wearing now. You will have time to clean up and have a light meal before the evening's entertainment. You are dismissed." Peter directed the women to the hallway.

Albert faced Lisa. "I want them in panties and bras. I thought Katherine's dress was very nice. I think that would be better than nighties. It will be more exciting for the clients as their bodies are revealed. Keep them busy while you gather the clothing. Get them cleaned up and dressed by five o'clock, and bring them to the deck. I will ask one of the men to bring food. Questions?"

"No, Sir, I understand."

"You are not to tell them, but I have come up with a score for each one from one to ten, based on beauty, obedience, and sexual response. The starting bid will be the score times $10,000. Autumn is an 8, and Julie is a 5. The rest are in between. For your own information, you would probably be a 9. You may go."

"Yes Sir" Lisa blushed lightly and started for the empty cabins where she would find dresses and underwear. She was thinking, "No! Being a nine is not a good thing here. I have to do just what he wants. I need to be still on this boat tomorrow!" She brought her collection back the room and spread it out on a bed. "You are to find underwear and a dress that will fit you. Do not put them on yet, as you need to shower. Keep your hair dry. Pick your clothing now and begin taking turns to shower. Be sure you are clean shaved. No stubble. There will be food here later. We are leaving here at 5." The women eagerly started going through the clothes. A little shopping spree broke out. Lisa smiled and thought, "Even the spankings are not as humiliating for a woman as being naked." One was already entering the shower. This done, she thought about shoes. She had noticed heels in some of the rooms. Yes, they would need heels for the auction. Men loved heels.

Peter and another man were on watch near the women's cabin. Both men looked her over as she passed. "Peter, I'm going to get shoes. We'll be ready on time." All she got from Peter was a small nod and a glare. His look told her that he was picturing her as she shed her towel the day before. She kept moving. A feeling of dread came over her. She thought, "There are ten clients coming aboard and only five women. Albert just told me I was worth $90,000 minimum. Will he betray me? Is this a setup? I don't dare ask him. But if he tells me to get in a dress, That will be the end of me. Oh, God!" She stopped walking and leaned on a wall. "Breath, Breath! OK, OK! Concentrate! Get it done! Shoes!" She continued down the length of the hall, entering the rooms to gather high heels. Shortly, Lisa was back with the ladies. "Katherine, you're dressed. Come and get shoes." She dumped the them on the bed. Katherine was a mess. Her face was red from crying. Her hair was uncombed. "Find some shoes and put them on. Then sit on the bed." Lisa found a hairbrush on the floor, sat down next to Katherine and started brushing her hair. "We have to get through this. We have no choice."

Katherine glared at her. "That's easy for you to say! You're not being sold off!" More tears.

"Right now, I'm not even sure that's true, but no matter. He has us. Now take a few deep breaths. We're on a schedule. I really believe that the more we cooperate, the better off we'll be. We have to trust in that." Lisa looked up, and saw that the other four women were listening.

The women wobbled on deck at 5:15. Each was wearing a cocktail dress or skirt and blouse, and heels. For the most part, their hair was combed. Their faces were various shades of red from crying. Lisa, to her relief, was still in jeans and a t-shirt. "Thank you Lisa. Ladies, we're a little behind. Please do as I say, and this will go well for all of you." There was a faint menace in his words. Again, he looked at each one directly until she looked down. "Please line up facing me. Autumn, you are on the left. Julie, on the right. You will be called by number, one through five, as you are standing now. Lisa, write down the number order. Now, one at a time, turn to your right and walk to the rail, turn, and come back to your position. I want to see the beautiful women that you are." They walked as they were told. Albert thought, "The heels were a good idea. It's hard for them not to look good in heels." As they returned, he said, "Now, hands on hips, slowly turn completely around. Good. Now, sink to your knees, opening your legs as far as your dress will allow."

There were a few gasps, but the women numbly knelt as told. "At this point, I will ask each of you to rise. You will then follow my instructions precisely. We don't need to practice that part." As his meaning dawned on each girl, tears and blushes began anew. He called Lisa aside. "Take them back . Get them to clean up each others faces. Get them to put on some lipstick. They can eat a little. Then come back here. Our guests will be here in an hour or so."

"Yes Sir." Back in the room, Lisa got the women settled as best she could. They were in a mild state of shock. She knew Albert's instructions would distract them somewhat. As she left, a crewman stood the open door. She realized that his presence would keep conversation among the captives at a minimum.

She entered Albert's cabin and stood by the closed door. He waved her to a chair. "It' has been a hell of a day, but things are looking better now. Your job is to keep them calm and impress the importance of following instructions. In my experience, once they are on deck they will comply with my directions. I will send for you in awhile. Find a bottle of whiskey and a glass. As you wait off deck, give each one a shot of booze. It will relax them."

The final act was at hand. The group waited in the hall. Lisa passed the shot glass and topped it off for each girl. They could hear low voices nearby. Albert spoke. "Gentlemen, in a moment, we will view the consignment. You have a card with five numbers, some comments, and a score with each. As I explained, the starting bid will be the score multiplied by $10,000. I have personally assessed the shipment over the last two days. I assure you the value is reflected in the score. Take notes as we proceed. After the viewing, the bidding will begin. You will then have a private visit with your purchase before departure. I remind you of the strict confidentiality of these proceedings. Shall we begin?" He backed up until Lisa could see him and gave a wave. The women filed out and faced the audience in number order.

"Ladies, as I call your number, please walk gracefully to the rail and return to your place. Number one." A small sound escaped her lips as Autumn made her way to the rail. The tight dress forced small steps and as all the men noticed, her heels made the small muscles in her calves move in a delicious way. Julie was next. Each woman again faced the bidders, a slight flush showing on a few faces. "Now, turn slowly and finish in a kneeling position. Soon all five were in a somewhat awkward kneeling posture. "Heads up please. Number one, rise. Number two, rise and unzip her dress and help her out of it. Very slowly." Albert's voice was sharp and compelling. Julie stood up and stepped behind Autumn. The sound of the zipper seemed very loud on the silent deck. A sigh of anticipation lightly rose from the audience. Julie lowered the dress, and slipped it off Autumn's legs. "Number one, bring the dress to me." Autumn had to cross in front of the men in bra and panties. "Thank you. Please return. Each of you will repeat this procedure in order. Begin."

Julie's dress soon slid off. The walk across to Albert seemed to be the most embarrassing part so far. Blushes and small sobs began. In a short time, five women stood in bras, panties, and heels. Everyone knew what was next. "Number one, reach back and slowly remove your bra, drop it on the deck, and slowly turn again. Number two, as she finishes, you will wait a moment and then begin." Soon each captive proffered her breasts to the bidders. A new blush began spreading from the necks down to the chests of a few women. The audience noticed that the cool air and the stress were causing nipples to harden. The men could barely take their eyes off the women in order to take notes. Albert waited until the bidders seemed ready.

"Thank you. Now, for the last part of the auction, I want each of you to turn away from us." A small feeling of relief passed through the women as they turned away. Number one, lower your panties halfway down your thighs. All eyes watched the spectacle. "A little more. Good. Now quickly place your hands behind your head and wiggle out of them! Now!" A kind of wail escaped Autumn's lips, but she began. She had to gyrate wildly to get her tight pink panties to slowly slide to her ankles. "Lovely. Leave your panties where they are, slowly turn and sink to a full kneel." Tears flowed as she complied.. Sighs came from the frozen men. Albert watched as the scene took effect.

"Number two. Proceed!" As Julie hooked her fingers in the waistband, a trembling came over her. "Keep going!, Albert warned." After a half-minute or so, he said, "Peter!" Peter stepped in with the wooden spoon concealed at his side. With a loud smack, the spoon struck Julie's left cheek.

"Owww!" This jolted her back into motion. The blue panties slid to half-mast. Holding her legs tightly together, Julie began. The wiggling action was driving the men wild. As she twisted and moved, the panties slowly edged down until they dropped at her ankles. Soon she was spread out beside Autumn. Fifteen minutes later all five red-faced captives were in this most humiliating position in front of a group of ogling men who were about to bid on their naked bodies and their services.

All five remained still, unable to look at their audience. Albert broke the silence. "Ladies, please remain as you are. Gentlemen, please finish your notes. The bidding will be in $2000 increments above the starting figure. Just raise your card to indicate a bid. This will not be a high pressure auction. Each of you already have formed a valuation for this merchandise. There is no need for me to shout and carry on. That might be embarrassing for the ladies." It took a moment in the charged atmosphere for the bidders to realize that Albert had made a joke. A big laugh broke out among the men as the tension was broken.

"Number one, stand and slowly turn." Autumn slowly rose. "80. More?" Cards flew up. Albert began nodding, trying to keep up with the rapid bidding. Each man wanted Autumn. Albert knew that he had to auction the best one first, or the bidders would be saving their money for her. More bids. "96. Any more? Okay, 130. Number one, walk over to this gentleman and hand him your panties. Then take his arm and leave to your left. You will find numbers on the cabin doors"

Autumn hesitated as the command sunk in. She looked down at her panties, numbly deciding whether to take them off or wait until she walked over to him. Albert snapped his fingers. She slowly shuffled over to the man, bent down to pick them up, and held them out. The man stood up and stepped toward her. He walked a little bent over, his erection hampering his mobility.

Lisa, Peter, and the other man listened as the bidding resumed. Julie was next, then Katherine. The bidding went quickly, and soon the last captive delivered her panties to her 'gentleman'. After watching Autumn's awkward walk, each had picked up her panties before walking across the deck. As each couple left the deck, the sight of a woman wearing only heels on the arm of a fully dressed man captured every eye.