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Under the starry sky, the cruise ship, the Caribbean Queen sat moored at the harbor. Like most nights, it was a time for both joy and misery. Both of these elements were going to make up Liza Barrell’s evening as she crossed the deck of the ship in the direction of the “captain’s cabin”. She dreaded having to go through with this, but unfortunately, the crime family she was a member of was expecting a sizable shipment of smuggled goods. And just as much as the “captain” Jonathan Fall was useful as a figurehead, Nico and Pedro needed him to be an unassuming figurehead, so it was up to Liza to keep him “entertained” until the business deal was through with. Admittedly though, while her portion of the plan certainly disgusted her, it also had its share of charm that she could look forward to.
As she walked along the portside of the ship, she passed the window looking into the cabin and noticed Jonathan staring out of it across the waters. He jerked back when she suddenly appeared, slightly banging his head but still retaining that soft smile,
“Ah! Woah, uh, Liza… What are you doing here? Isn’t it your off time?”
“Yeah, it usually is. But, uh…”
“But what?”
“Well, there’s… can we… talk inside the cabin? It’s a little chilly out here.”
“Oh, well, it’s rather cramped in here. The last captain was kind of a minimal guy. Would… your cabin work better?”
Liza briefly froze, wondering if switching the location might impact the amount of work she had to do to keep “Captain” Fall from getting suspicious, but figured what she had planned would be distracting enough even in those circumstances,
“Yeah, that’s fine. Let’s go.”
Jonathan in his usual chipper attitude happily walked ahead, unaware of Liza figuratively biting her nails worrying about any further changeups.
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When they reached the crew quarters and Liza quickly escorted him into her room, he didn’t notice as she was hastily checking both ends of the hall before shutting it, he was just amazed that at last he was being invited into a girl’s room for the first time, only to kick himself for acting un-captain-like. Liza didn’t even notice,
“Alright, uh, Captain, you… just sit there, on the bed. I’m going to… use the bathroom to get ready for… something special.” “Alright, uh, take your time.” The captain’s goofy smile still made it a little hard for Liza to decide if she was hating or enjoying this yet, but it was only the beginning. The moment that Liza closed the door, Jonathan’s emotions spilled over. He shot up from the bed nervously pacing back and forth in her room. His mind was racing with strong questions, some plausible, some hopelessly naive. Why would Liza want him in her room so suddenly? They’d only been crewmates for around a few weeks, now he was in her room at her request? Was it to ask a favor? Was it to offer a favor? What could it be? What? WHAT!?!
He had his back to the bathroom door when it opened and only turned when it was shut rather firmly. The moment he did, the captain’s legs nearly buckled out from under him courtesy of shock and awe, but he at least managed to take a seat before then. Before his eyes, the already quite fetching Liza had become a shiny, glossy creature of beauty, laden head to toe in skintight latex, complete with a ponytail poking out the back of her hood. That itself masked her face almost completely save for a small tube that she was breathing through.
Left awestruck, Jonathan would have started drooling on himself soon if a different kind of wet spot began peeking out at his trouser area, in the epicenter of the tent he was pitching down there as well. He noticed that after a short while and hastily tried to cover it up, blushing furiously, “Erm… s-sorry about that…” Liza cocked her head to one side, giggling behind the mask as she strode forward. Her gloved hands pulled his wrists away as she expertly undid his belt, then his buttons, and swiftly yanked his uniform trousers away, leaving only his white tights to stretch against the magnitude of his erection. Jonathan was at a loss for words as this sexy creature manipulated him like a puppet,
“This, uh… I don’t even… W-Where… Oh my… Oh gosh…”
Wordlessly, Liza leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against the tight bulge of his, silently showing that just for tonight, she was no crewmate, she was a slave to his desires, to do with however he pleased, if he pleased. She cemented it by dragging her tongue lolling out the tube along the fabric, fighting back the urge to gag on the scent alone, never mind the taste. But it put Jonathan right where she needed him to be,
“O-Okay then… I guess I… need to do some, uh… ‘stress relief’... right?”
She narrowed her eyes and nodded, dreading but also kind of anticipating this moment as she hooked two fingers through his tights and pulled them out of the way at last. With nothing else to stop it, she angled herself so that the full length of his cock slipped into her oral passage. Slowly and steadily, she began ‘pecking’ on his pecker, wringing great pleasure out of her putzy captain like putty in her hand.
Her vacuum-suction on his erection lasted several minutes, pumping him for one hot steamy load. However, Liza underestimated how pent up he was. As he was on the verge of unloading, Jonathan’s hands suddenly reached forward to grab her head and hold it down, followed shortly after by the triumphant released. It blasted down Liza’s throat and she fought against her own gag reflex regardless of being unable to pull away.
Upon emptying out his sack for the first time in a while, Jonathan collapsed back, panting heavily and functionally paralyzed from the mind-blowing pleasure. Fortunately, once he collected himself, he stammered out an apology,
“Ah… ahh… s-sorry about that. I, uh… got carried away…”
But then the latex Liza stood up, wiping a little trickle of his splooge from her mouthhole and wagged a finger, saying that it was no big deal. While he laid there, she leaned forward, putting both hands on the side of his head and her thighs snugly pressing his sides. Her expression masterfully communicated great lust while hiding the minute amount of self-disgust she was feeling. Jonathan saw none of the latter as she crawled forward some more and then planted her slick, cameltoe-showing pussy on his face. He understand the mission right there.
While the suit had a tear-away patch for ease of access, Liza was surprised when Jonathan’s tongue immediately went to work licking at the latex, not even trying to tear it away with his teeth. Admittedly, the way his tongue dug through the thin layer to reach a little ways inside of her, it was rather pleasant. Her hips rocked slightly from his attention, and when he reached up with both hands to clench on her smooth, shiny ass, she was startled with a slight moan that came out of her as a result. Did she really actually enjoy getting attention from this fool, this mockup of a “captain”? It really did feel like she did.
Once more, Jonathan’s reinvigorated libido surprised her as he suddenly clapped both her cheeks, knocking her forward. In quick fashion, he stood up, kicked off his trousers completely, turned and shimmied onto the bed, and took hold of her waist. Liza looked back and, knowing she now had him hooked, jiggled her butt on his lap, compelling him to continue. And so he did, using one hand to pin her down by her nape so he bent down, dragging his nose along her crack as he tore off the patch with his teeth, then raised up and pressed his reanimating erection deep into her pussy. Their moans elevated to an audible degree as they matched in unison once he blew another great load into her.
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The next morning…
Like rising from the grave, Liza sat up on the bed as the rays of sun shone through her window. Her whole body ached from last night’s heavy exertion. She’d let the “captain” use her like a dirty rag just to maximize the time that he’d be “occupied” while the goods were brought onboard. Of course once he’d outdone himself, she was too exhausted to slip out of her outfit so she’d ended up sleeping in the tight latex all night. Thankful for the cabin A/C, she dragged herself off the bed and wrangled her sweaty, aching body free of the tight grip of the thoroughly-sweat-saturated suit.
After a thorough showering, she emerged in a white bathroom and collected her stuff hastily. Though, she ended up lingering in a look down at the sweet smile on Jonathan’s face from his eventful night. Much as it was distasteful for her initially, Liza couldn’t help but crack a slight smile seeing him happy considering his “position”. She kissed the tip of her finger and tapped his nose, inaudibly whispering, “Until next time, captain,” and left.
A short while later, Jonathan finally stirred from his slumber, stretching out like he’d gotten his first real good sleep in a long time. He looked around and noticed that Liza wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He was initially down about it, but then something else happened. He saw a big bag conspicuously placed nearby and curiosity got the better of him. Moving over slowly, he unzipped it and peered inside. The gasp caught in his throat as he saw a plethora of bondage and BDSM gear inside, culmtinating in an exotic latex straitjacket. To his mind, this warranted further research so he zipped the bag back and up and quickly made himself scarce back to his room to conduct a search.
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Luckily for Jonathan, the ship wasn’t due to receive its next allotted cruise for another week or two, so he had plenty of time to take the dinghy to shore and rent a motel room. He couldn’t risk anyone else on the ship discovering the passionate affair he and Liza were wrapped up in, so he sequestered himself in the room and got down to looking over his options with what gear he had.
As luck would have it, Jonathan’s research turned up an excitingly tantalizing video. It showed a woman being placed inside a large red fleece bag to be carried around by her boy-toy the whole time. She becomes totally reliant on him, only able to jump around and has to beg him for a drink of wine at times. It didn’t take much for Jonathan’s mind to replace the woman with Liza Barrell, and at that his trousers pounced up a few inches. His hands moved to the express purchase and shipping option before he even realized that he was dead-set on getting his new secret partner into such a scenario, it drove him mad.
Thankfully for Liza, the captain had not been around most of the day so they were able to get more goods onto the ship and some out to buyers without much hassle. Tired from the hard work, she retired to the ship dining room. As she finished off one good tamale and was reaching for another, from the door at the other end of the hall she heard Jonathan calling out,
“Hey, Liza! C-Can you come with me? I wanted to show you something. Oh, uh, I mean… you can finish lunch first if you want, uh…”
Liza internally rolled her eyes but accepted that it likely had something to do with the other day. Whatever she could do to keep her grip on his attention, she’d have to go through with it. Placing her last tamale in the hall fridge, she nodded and followed after the captain. In her thoughts, she questioned what it could be this time, maybe he wants to sleep with her again. She knew she’d have to go through with it, even licking his boots if it kept Mr. Tyrant happy with business.
Once they reached the relative seclusion of the “captain’s cabin”, Jonathan laid it all out, “So, Liza, uh… there’s a game I had planned. Ever since last night, I’ve, uh… been kinda crazy about the whole thing. It’s happening this weekend and, well… figured I should ask if you wanna come over then and try it out.”
Liza gave him a puzzled look. From what they knew of the guy, Jonathan was not a mean-spirited person, definitely not capable of anything as vile as Mr. Tyrant might do. She knew whatever ‘game’ it was, it might prove enjoyable for the both of them. She then flashed a smile,
“Sure, I’d be glad to come over any time. The weekend, you said? Yeah… Yeah, I think that cna work.”
“Yes! Great. But remember, we gotta keep this on the down-low. No letting the rest of the crew hear about it. Discreet, sneaky. You got that?”
“Hehe. Don’t worry, I can handle ‘discreet’... you know that better than anyone~.”
She furnished a wink in his direction now, but before leaving the cabin, Jonathan snapped out of it and called out to her,
“Oh, yeah, uh… you left your bag in the room the other night. I’ll bring it with me to the motel room for our, heh, ‘weekend getaway’. Can’t wait.”
Liza kept up that soft smile until she closed the door, then she slumped over, pinching her nose as she silently cursed herself for getting this deeply involved. It’s always the nice ones that turn out to be the biggest perverts, she exclaimed.
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By the time the weekend rolled around, however, Liza’s mood had dropped significantly. She and the crew had gotten a call from Mr. Tyrant, he no longer needed them to maintain the cover of a luxury cruise, all the problems had been taken care of. Which meant he now wanted Jonathan “taken care of” to tie up all loose ends before they moved on to new territory. For Nico and Pedro, it was no big deal, just an unwitting flunky dump overboard with maybe a weighted bag or two, but Liza, in all she had gone through, had misgivings. While Mr. Tyrant had given them cart blanche to figure out a plan, she was hard-pressed to find out some way to recover her bag of illicit gear before any of the crew found out; she didn’t need that kind of reputation following her like the stink off a hunk of shit.
Once on land, she traveled to the hotel and located Jonathan’s room there. She’d only had to knock twice on the door before it swung open and the captain was there to greet her, evidently having been waiting in anticipation,
“H-Hey, Liza, you made it. Great. Come on in.”
“Alright. So, uh, do you know where my bag is?”
“Right, it’s around here. But before that, I want to show you something. Over here.”
Picking his laptop up, he brought up the video he’d found and showed it to her. He could see the amazement in Liza’s eyes, and once it was finished, she flashed a smile,
“Impressive. I take it… that’s why I came here today. You found something you wanted to try?”
“Hehe, yeah… kind of. Though I half-expected you to look disgusted too, it’s pretty, uh… out there.”
Liza crossed her arms, tapping a finger on her chin to look like she was thinking it over. Truth is, her mind had already been made up,
“So… I’d be the in the bag the entire time?”
“Oh, uh… yeah. But of course you can tell me when to stop at any time.”
Her smile returned as she slid up, laying her arms around his neck, smiling as she pecked him on the cheek,
“I’m in. One condition, though… get out your camera.”
“Huh?”
“We’re gonna make this an evening that you’ll always have something to come back to.”
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While Liza went to get ready, Jonathan finished up the preparations of the room for their impending playtime. He placed a camera on a tripod to catch a recording of the exciting occasion. When he turned back around, to his further astonishment Liza had completely stripped down, showing off her toned, well-fit body beneath the crewman uniform,
“So…how’s it going?”
“Uh, w-well, uh…”
Jonathan’s admiration for her beauty stunned him so well, he didn’t even notice it until Liza’s gaze indicated that he was pitching quite the tent in his trousers. He sheepishly tried to hide it while Liza came fully into the room and examined the equipment, including the red fleece bag and the black stripes,
“Everything ready?”
“A-All good, ma’am, er, Liza.”
“Then let’s start.”
The captain nodded excitedly as he quickly scooted behind the camera and hit ‘record.’ From there, the intimate encounter began as he walked Liza to stand in the middle of the bag. Then Jonathan began pull it up and onto her body. As the material passed over her bare skin, she hummed a little,
“It’s very soft.”
“Yeah, I thought it would feel nice, heh…”
Once the rim of the bag had gotten up to Liza’s neck, Jonathan stopped and took the first black strip, wrapping it around her neck. It wasn’t so tight as to make her uncomfortable, just keep the bag in place. From there, one by one from neck to ankle, the rest of them wove around Liza’s body, gradually reducing her movement. Admittedly, it felt a big unusual for her to be so helpless, it took a lot for her not to immediately struggle in it, this was supposed to be fun, she was supposed to be enjoying this.
Helping her to stand up once he finished the last strap, Jonathan had her try to reach him across the room. Liza quickly discovered that her best bet to move was hopping like a little bunny, but at the same time having to take her time since she could easily fall over with one misstep. While Jonathan then went to set up a new camera shot, Liza hopped to a nearby mirror and admired her shapely, bagged-up figure,
“Have to admit… when the “captain” is right, he’s right…”
“Alright, Liza, we’re ready in here!”
She nodded and started making her way into the room in front of the camera. Once she was through the doorway, she shimmied on her feet until her butt was in the direction of the camera, then bent over and started shaking it, making lewd moans and pretty much showing off how hot in her restraints she was.
Just as Jonathan was thinking on what to do for another shot, Liza hopped up to him smiling,
“Hey captain… why don’t you break out the leash? Oh, and don’t forget the gag either. This hoppity bunny wants to take a walk around the hotel.”
“Wha- You mean in public?”
“Yeah. Something wrong with that?”
“Oh, ah, er…. N-no I guess not.”
“Good, let’s do it then~!”
As he goes to fetch the items, Jonathan can’t help but voice his concerns over this latest plan,
“Aren’t you worried someone you know might see you? That anyone might see you?” “I don’t doubt I’ll be on full display. But the hotel is owned by the cruise owner, so anyone that tries to start some trouble will be… handled~.”
“Right, uh… Okay, no worries then, hehe…”
Bringing the camera over, he positioned Liza on the bed so her face was in full view as he strapped on the collar, then attached the leash, and finally held up the fat ballgag. She laughed with an open mouth as the sphere was pulled into place. She started sucking on it and drooling slightly, figuring some perverts out there might enjoy that kind of thing in a submissive woman. Jonathan was initially hesitant, but once the gag was on, Liza turned around and brushed the rubber ball across his cheek, a symbolic kiss that he understood. With leash in hand, he tugged on it to get her to start hopping towards the door, and onto the new adventure.
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Forced to hop about in the public corridor, Liza had to take better measures now due to the rather smooth carpeting of the hotel, meaning it was somewhat easier for her to slip if such occurs. Their path took them past at least two couples who gave the spectacle of Liza a wide-eyed stare. The crewman for her part opted to wiggle her butt and wink at them just to be playful and see their reaction.
Eventually, though, even her stamina ran dry and she had to get Jonathan to bring her near a seat. His own face had been flush like he was exhausted, although not really,
“Wouldn’t you say… that’s enough for now? Can we go back to the room?”
“Yhpph.”
Liza nodded emphatically. It was exciting at first, but the fatigue kind of put a damper on the mood so once she regained some of her energy, Jonathan took up the leash and started leading the charge back to their sanctuary.
However, their flight to peace was interrupted when a lanky 19-year-old young man walked around the corner and his eyes matched the diameter of dinner plates at seeing what Liza had going on,
“Woah, look at that smokin’ piece! Mind if I take her along, doughboy~?”
“Oh, ah, er… we’re… kind of in the middle of something here.”
“No doubt. Walking her to your room? Yeah, I get that. Tell you what, I won’t say nothin’ if you let me take her for the last leg. Bro helping a bro, yah?”
“Y-Yeah, okay…”
“Dawgs. C’mon, hot stuff~.”
The crackerjack youth swiped the leash from Jonathan’s hand and ushered with his own for the captain to lead them along. Jonathan was utterly bewildered but knew not to raise a big ruckus over it as he went ahead. Liza was huffing through her gag, smiling at the turn of events; the threat of discovery by someone unwanted really added spice to their whole activity. Meanwhile Jonathan kept the camera facing back, making sure to catch every moment of Liza’s sexy struggle as she hopped along.
When they eventually make it back to the room, the young man held to his end and returned the leash to Jonathan. The captain quickly unstrapped Liza’s gag and she motioned with her head for the guy to lean in. He then got a small kiss on the cheek for his good role and he smiled back, waving the two off as he left the scene. Both were kind of impressed at what a turn of events that was but opted not to question it further since Liza was running on fumes for sure.
Later in the evening, after being let out of the bag and having a nice big meal to recover the calories she burned like kindling in a fire earlier, Liza looked at Jonathan from the side, his face flush from clearly still remembering the whole affair, and it got her to smile,
“You know, it’s awful late out there. Too much effort to go back to my cabin. I think I’d like to cozy up on this nice hotel bed. Of course… I don’t think I can sleep normally now that I know something better~...” “Hehehe… What a monster I’ve made, yeah?”
Liza genuinely laughed at Jonathan’s crack-back, finding it funny for real. After the dishes were cleaned up, she showered off again and appeared naked with Jonathan waiting with the bag and straps. Once she had been fleeced and strapped in, her captain laid her on the bed. However, before he could walk away, she cleared her throat,
“There is… something else you could do for me~...”
“Yeah. What’s that?”
“My laundry pile over there. The worn panties and socks. Shove them in my mouth. Firmly. With tape.”
“Woah… That’s… kind of hot, actually.”
“Glad to see I can still surprise. Now come on, ‘captain’. Sock it to me~.”
Jonathan smirked, finally loosing some of that anxious energy as he recovered the requested items, then came over and straddled one leg over Liza’s body. It made her purr as she opened wide to accept the packing of filthy socks. She stifled at least the first moan before her own panties were pulled over her head, filling her nose with her own sweat and musk before the black tape was used to bind them in place and then wrap over her mouth several times for good measure.
After that, her captain stripped down himself and crawled into bed behind her. It wasn’t long though before she felt something seesawing her ass, they both knew what it was of course. Of course he nodded off before it and the sweet sound of his snoring and his arm draped over her body made Liza giggle into her socks, happy that he was happy.
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By next morning, after Jonathan awoke and helped free her from the sack again, she parted with her sock stuffing and had another shower. It wasn’t too often in the before-times that she would go through a shower more than once bi-daily, but she wanted her body completely cleansed for going under that bag.
However, Liza’s daydreaming was interrupted by her phone ringing. When she picked it up, a familiar voice of Mr. Tyrant echoed from the other side and her mood toughened up considerably, confirming that the cargo handoffs were complete for the month. She looked over her shoulder at the re-snoozing Jonathan and smiled before asking what the next mission was as she left the hotel room silently. No need to rouse a sleeping beast anyways.
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