Chapter 11

Josh continued to tell me the history of "ship's girls" then, and although my memory is probably not all that reliable, given how hot I was, I think what I'm going to write here is close enough. So here goes.

He said, "The captain's bright idea was to buy a male slave when he made a port of call in an Arab country. It was the slave's duty to satisfy the crew's cravings for sex. He was used fore and aft, and in other ways too, and the effect on the crew's disposition was so good that the practice of having a ship's girl on board spread far and wide."

He paused then, apparently thinking he'd satisfied my curiosity, and I would let the two men get back to fucking me "fore and aft," to use his expression. Little did he know that he'd taken my female curiosity to a new level, and I pressed him for more details. I asked, "How about if the man didn't want to do those things? Couldn't he just refuse, or maybe even jump overboard and swim away?"

Cody was growing increasingly exasperated by then, and he told his friend to "just get it over with and tell her everything." So he did.

He continued, "Well, as for the first part, he didn't have much choice. One of the first thing the captain did after bringing the slave to the ship was have the carpenter build a special little table. When it was used, the slave was stripped, and then forced to standing facing one end of the thing. His legs were spread so he was wide open, and then his ankles were tied to rings on the table legs. He was then pushed down on top of the table, and his wrists were bound to the other legs. The tabletop was small enough that his head was hanging over the other end.

The crew could then use him however they wanted to, either by standing in front of him and shoving their cocks in his mouth, or standing behind him and fucking his butt. If some of them wanted to do other things to him, then there wasn't anything he could do about it."

He must have known he'd taken my curiosity to a new level, and held off my question by saying, "Yeah, I know. You want to know what I mean by 'other things,' don't you?" All it took was a simple nod of my head to get him to continue.

"I guess it's no secret that some men just can't get off unless they sexually torture their victim, and that's what some sailors did. In fact, the room where the ship's girl is kept has lots of fun toys hanging on the walls, in case someone wants to use them. About the mildest thing that's done is to use the flogger, and it gets worse after that.

One of the guys in our crew is an expert when it comes to using really long needles on the girl, and then heating them until they're red hot. The girl's room is supposed to be soundproofed, but even with that, we could hear her screaming from a hundred feet away when that sailor was in there with her.

I guess that's probably why she found some way to jump ship when we were in Hawaii a couple weeks ago. And that's why we need a replacement now."

As he hesitated for a second, I asked breathlessly, "And you think Jack would make a good replacement?"

"No question about it. I knew as soon as he put his mouth on my cock that he really liked doing that, and that's a big part of the job. I know that some sailors like it better when they have to force the girl, but most of us aren't that way. We want her to like what she's doing, and Jack obviously fits the bill on that account."

I said, "Yeah, he wanted to suck off Cody long before he actually got the chance to do it. And the part about being tortured is right up his alley, too. I've known for a long time that he's been wanting us to take him out to the garage and string him up and whip his little things until he passes out."

Josh paused in his thrusting for a few seconds, then said, "It sounds like he'd be perfect for the job, then. But...there's one last thing you need to know before you agree to it."

Again he paused, and just as I was about to tell him to tell me what was so important, he continued, "Since nearly all us sailors aren't queer, we'd really prefer that the ship's girl be a real woman. We don't particularly like to look at a man's things hanging down there when we use him for sex. I guess it's been that way for a long time now, 'cause a solution was found several centuries ago."

Again he hesitated, as if finding it difficult to find the words to tell me what had been done to solve the problem of a man looking like a man. At last, though, he went on. "Well, it's like this. The ship's carpenter solved the problem of the girl not agreeing to sex, and the ship's doctor solved the problem of her looking like a man."

He then continued in a rush, almost as if eager to get to the end of it, and get it over with. For my part, I couldn't agree more, not only to find out just what was intended for my husband when he took the post of ship's girl, but also to continue the wonderful stimulation that I was feeling from the double penetration.

He said rapidly, "The first thing that's done to a new girl is to take him to sickbay and strap him to the operating table and give him a penectomy so none of us have to see him with a cock and we can all pretend that he's really a woman with really long pussy lips."

He paused to breathe, giving me a chance to absorb what he'd just said. More than ever now, I was sure my husband would make a perfect ship's girl. Not only did he love to suck cock, but he also wanted to be sexually tortured, and that sort of thing appeared to be pretty much standard treatment on a ship. Also, I'd known for more than a year that he wanted a penectomy, which was apparently the first thing that would be done to him once he was put on board.

There was just one question remaining, and through my mounting excitement I gasped out, "Will he be castrated, too? He's always wanted to be castrated."

Both men started laughing then, and it was several seconds before Cody was able to gasp out, "Jesus fucking Christ, lady! There should be more women like you in this world!" His friend joined in, and several more comments were made, before Josh was able to answer my question.

"Well, actually all the ship's girls used to be castrated, but most of them aren't now. Do you remember me saying it's important for them to be enthusiastic about their work, and be enthusiastic about giving blow jobs?"

Again I nodded, and he went on, "For hundreds of years, nearly all of the girls have been allowed to keep their balls, just for that reason. When a man is castrated, he usually loses his interest in sex, so it's better to let him keep his balls, because that makes him a better ship's girl.

Actually, I guess I should say 'ball,' and not 'balls.' I guess lots of sailors feel pretty much the same way as I do, in that we don't especially like to be reminded that we're fucking a man, by seeing the balls hanging down there. So, there's something else that'll be done to Jack when he's on the operating table.

What the doctor will do is open up his sac and cut off one of his balls. The skin of the sac will then be trimmed and sewn back together real close to his crotch with just one nut in it. That way, it'll never hang down, and destroy the illusion that we're fucking a woman."

The three of us grew quiet then, each lost in our own thoughts. They kept pumping away, and as their breathing grew more ragged, so did mine. At last, the orgasm that had been denied to me for so long swept over me, and as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my crotch, I thought of what a perfect solution to Jack's problem had been presented to me.

Neither Cody nor I were all that interested in torturing my poor husband, who seemed to need that sort of thing, and it sounded like he'd get regular doses of that kind of treatment. Also, there was no question that he loved sucking off men, and he'd get plenty of that on the ship.

Most of all, though, his desire to be emasculated would be answered as soon as we took him to the ship. As for his wanting to be castrated, well, he'd just have to settle for halfway measures on that score. Surely everything else that would be done to him would make up for the disappointment he'd feel when only one of his nuts was cut off.

Yes, it was the perfect solution for everyone concerned, and I made up my mind then and there to see that it came about.

Continued in Chapter 12