Punishing Veronica

Julia, Bianca, and Ronky were nowhere to be found. I figured they must still be in their staterooms, or perhaps in the galley. As I started up the stairs to the flybridge, I heard sloshing water. I climbed to the top and poked my head up through the hatch. Bianca sat on the edge of the hot tub, naked. She had her back to me, one foot on the surround. An arm came from beneath to hook around her thigh. Someone had their head between her legs, and I could guess who it was.

I stepped closer to find Ronky in the water, also naked, kneeling in front of Bianca, eating her out and fingering her pussy. Bianca’s mouth hung open, her eyes closed. She had her hand on the back of Ronky’s head, forcing her face into her blonde bush. Bianca’s huge pillowy tits heaved with every breath.

“Oh god,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”

Ronky had two fingers inside Bianca’s pussy, and alternated between licking and sucking on Bianca’s clit. Ronky reached between her own legs to stimulate herself. Bianca panted heavily, grinding her ample hips into Ronky’s face, guiding her, telling her in soft whispers what was working.

“Ohhh, right there. Keep going. Don’t stop. Suck on my clit. Harder.”

Her breathing came in short quick gasps, and her large breasts rose and fell against her belly rolls. She whined softly as Ronky edged her closer and closer to an orgasm. Her breathing stuttered and she tensed, only seconds away.

“I already told you two that the flybridge is off limits.”

Bianca screamed and shoved Ronky’s head away as she lost her balance and tumbled backwards off the edge of the hot tub, landing on the wide cushioned bench behind her.

“What the fuck!” she screeched.

She scrabbled to her feet in search of a towel, desperate to cover her nakedness. Then she noticed my erection, and her face became a mask of rage.

“That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Why you fucking kidnapped us and forced us to come on this boat, and stole our clothes and our phones. You’re nothing but a goddammed pervert rapist! Just biding your time so you can take us into your rape room and fuck all of us. Admit it!”

“Bianca, it’s not like that at all,” Ronky tried to explain, but Bianca refused to listen.

“How dare you!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, hot tears brimming in her eyes. “How dare you, you evil fucking bastard! You pervert!”

Sam bounded up the stairs, worry and alarm on her face. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Ronky said.

“It’s not nothing!” Bianca screamed. “Don’t you all see? It’s him! He’s a pervert rapist!”

Sam looked at me, her earlier ease completely evaporated, replaced by renewed anxiety and suspicion. “Did he do something to you?”

“No!” Ronky shouted, exasperated. “He didn’t do anything. Nothing happened.”

“Then what are you talking about, Bianca, because I literally just talked to him two minutes ago, and I don’t think he’d do anything to hurt us.”

I appreciated her saying that, even if I didn’t show it. Bianca laugh-sobbed.

“W-what?! How can you be so fucking naïve, Sam? Have you looked under your bed? The fucking sex toys. The goddammed fucking porn on the TV? The drugs and alcohol? Are you so fucking stupid, you actually think he did all this for us? He didn’t! He’s fucking grooming us. None of this is for us. It’s all for him, so he can get his fucking jollies off watching us.”

Ronky threw up her hands, but Sam considered Bianca’s allegations and leveled me with an accusing stare.

“Is that true?” she asked.

“Is what true?” Julia asked. She’d ascended to the flybridge to appraise the situation, doing a doubletake when she noticed Ronky standing naked in the middle of the hot tub. “What’s going on?”

“Bianca’s freaking out,” Ronky said, but I glared at her and she hushed up.

“Bianca thinks ... well, she thinks BD kidnapped all of us in order to rape us,” Sam said, trying to summarize Bianca’s accusations.

Bianca huddled in her thick white towel, shivering like a crime victim. Julia jerked her head back.

“W-what? What the hell are you talking about?”

Sam looked at me and said, “Bianca thinks this is all some kind of elaborate plan to get a bunch of girls alone so he can have his way with us.”

Julia coughed out a laugh. “Is she stupid or something?” She repeated the question directly to Bianca. “Hey, dummy, are you fucking stupid or something?”

Bianca narrowed her eyes, and leveled Julia with a malevolent glare. “You’re the stupid one, you dumb fucking cow. You were the first one to throw yourself at him, like the gullible dumb slut you are. Which I’m sure is exactly why he picked you. Because you’re so fucking dumb, and you played right into his hands.”

Julia’s eyes flared and she lunged at Bianca. Sam read the movement and stepped between them, managing to corral Julia, even though Julia had three inches and twenty pounds on her.

“Fuck you, you cocktease piece of shit! I’ll rip your goddammed fucking eyes out!”

Bianca shrank back from the hulking Amazonian, and Sam pushed Julia backwards.

“Julia, don’t. You’d murder her.”

Julia shrugged off Sam’s grasp and turned to me. “You know what this fucking slag tried to do the other night when we were all having dinner?”

“Julia, please! No!” Bianca pleaded, her eyes wide with fear.

“No, fuck you!” Julie jabbed a shaking finger at Bianca. “This scheming cunt tried to convince me and Sam to radio the Coast Guard while you were sleeping, and say that we were all being held as your sex slaves. Then she said we should try and drug you, and if that didn’t work, lure you to the edge of the boat and push you off.”

Bianca’s already pale face grew ashen and her chin quivered. She flicked her eyes around the crowd and realized how alone she had suddenly become.

“Go ahead, deny it you scheming cooz!” Julia spat with as much venom as she could muster. Her chest heaved and her eyes blazed and she looked ready to snap Bianca over her knee if she so much as twitched. “And right after you went and cooked her ungrateful fat ass a hamburger, too.”

The flybridge became very quiet, except for the low hum of the cat’s twin diesels and the steady, whooshing sea breeze. I noticed Tabitha and Tracy hovering near the stairwell from the corner of my eye. Bianca broke down crying.

“You don’t understand. You’re all being manipulated by him. Why can’t any of you see that?”

The girls looked at each other and then at me. I stood impassive, my arms crossed over my chest. To this point, I hadn’t said a word. Thankfully, my erection had long since ebbed.

“You never answered my question,” Sam said quietly.

I looked at her, ignoring the stares of the other girls. Everyone hung on my word. “Yes, I did, Sam. The other night, after we ate dinner. I explained exactly why I did what I did.”

Sam and Julia exchanged glances and Sam nodded. Julia turned to Bianca and shook with righteous anger and indignation.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. He did this for us. For all of us. All he wanted to do is give us what our parents never would. A chance to be ourselves. An opportunity to explore the world. To enjoy ourselves and have fun for once in our lives.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks. “And you’re right. I did throw myself at him, and you know what? He never laid a hand on me. But he never made me feel like shit about myself because of it either. I know he likes me, but at least he had enough goddammed fucking respect to not treat me like a slut, or make me feel ashamed for wanting what I want.” She wiped away her tears and looked at me, her eyes filled with regret. Her voice cracked. “I’m so sorry.”

My eyes softened. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

She broke down sobbing and buried her face in Sam’s shoulder. Bianca stood dumbstruck. Everyone now looked at her, including Sam who, for the first time, noticed something amiss. She looked at Ronky, who still stood naked in the middle of the hot tub with her hands on her hips, and then back to Bianca, wrapped in her towel. Two sets of wet bathing suits lay strewn on the deck.

“Bianca, what happened up here? What were you and Ronky doing?”

Bianca blanched and shot a pleading look at Ronky, who grinned and started laughing. Julia lifted her head and saw Ronky’s expression, and then Bianca’s, and put the pieces together.

“Oh my god,” she breathed. “That’s why you said all of that. He found you and Ronky fucking.”

Bianca hung her head. Her face, filled with shame and remorse, turned a deep shade of red. She looked as if she might puke. Unable to take the pressure any longer, she scooped up her bikini and ran to the stairs, disappearing below deck.

Sam grabbed Julia’s hand and pulled her toward the hatch. “Come on. I need a drink.”

Tabitha and Tracy preceded them down the stairs and, just like that, Ronky and I were left alone on the flybridge.

“Holy fucking shit! That was fucking intense,” she said with a laugh after everyone else had gone. I glared at her, then turned for the stairwell. Ronky started to climb out of the hot tub.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked.

I turned and shot her a look that stopped her cold. “Don’t ... fucking ... move.”

She stepped back into the water. “What did I do?”

My expression hardened. “Rule two.” Ronky’s face fell. “Stay right there and don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I found Sam, Julia, Tabitha and Tracy in the salon, fixing drinks. Bianca was nowhere to be seen.

“We need a break. I’m going to stop the boat for a while so we can all go swimming and play with the wave runners. Go get your bathing suits on,” I said.

There were excited looks all around, and the girls practically ran below deck to change. I pulled the bottle of tadalafil from my pocket and put a drop on my tongue, then went to the helm station to cut the engines and lower the rear diving platform and side balconies. With the boat now drifting freely, I deployed the inflatable boom, creating a large, netted swimming pool on the leeward side of the boat. Finally, I used the davits to hoist the two wave-runners into the water and tied them off on the diving platform.

The girls reappeared on the beach club in their bathing suits, and I directed them to the open locker which held the life jackets, fins, masks, and other swimming gear. Sam and Julia put on life jackets and took out the wave-runners, while Tabitha and Tracy grabbed floats and jumped into the pool. When they were all in the water, I cranked the music and double-checked that the bar was well stocked.

Twenty minutes passed before I returned to the flybridge. Ronky was no longer in the hot tub. Instead, she lay on the banquette with her legs spread, masturbating. I closed the hatch and latched it shut, sealing us off from the rest of the ship.

“I missed you,” she said, sliding two fingers into her pussy and humming with satisfaction. “I was worried you weren’t coming back.”

I passed by her without a word, and lifted one of the bench seats that doubled as the lid to an under-the-seat storage locker. Inside lay several coils of nylon rope, and I set several of them on the seat next to her. Her smile widened.

“Mmm, what do you have planned?” she asked, licking her fingers to rub her clit.

Despite the seriousness I tried to project, my cock betrayed me. As Ronky flicked her fingers over her clit, my erection bulged in my shorts, until its outline became clearly visible against the thin fabric. For the first time, I noticed Ronky’s flushed face and dilated pupils, and realized she was rolling hard on ecstasy. The little slut had swiped my MDMA.

“Get up on the sun lounge,” I said, nodding to the forward portion of the deck.

Ronky looked to where I’d indicated and stood up, then padded to the raised platform and climbed on top, sitting back on her haunches to wait expectantly.

“Do you want to be on your stomach or on your back?” I asked as I looped the ropes through d-rings anchored to the base of the raised platform.

“Any way you want me, baby,” she said, licking her lips. “Oh my god, is this finally happening?”

“Lay on your back, then, and spread your arms and legs.”

She did as I told her, eager to get started. I looped the ropes around her wrists and ankles and then back through the d-rings, pulling her limbs as far apart as I could, until she lay spread-eagle and completely immobilized. When I’d finished tying her down, I stood next to her.