By: Jane Marwood
Summary: Peter was looking for a job to pay his tuition. He was
recruited as the cabin boy without realizing that he's the only male on
the vessel. He was soon under the mercy of the captain and her female
A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the cobbled
harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white yacht shoes did
little to cushion the rough surface.
He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small pension where,
for a few francs he had stayed the night. He reached into the pocket of
his white trousers, which were already grubby and dusty from his
journey, finding the piece of newspaper, which carried the advertisement.
"Wanted Cabin boy" fit and able. Motor Vessel 'Sobsel' requires young
person for a variety of duties at sea. Cruising June to January,
applicants must be smart, energetic and be prepared to take on a variety
of sea-going duties. Apply Bo'sun, MV 'Sobsel' SW Harbour, Antibes.
Peter looked at the advertisement and returned it to his trouser pocket,
next to his passport. He noticed that the larger vessels were moored
further down the causeway, around the curve of the harbour, their
mooring ropes pointing towards the smart cafe's and restaurants that
were the habitue, of the very rich. He put his hand to his forehead in a
salute, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight, which reflected
from the blue waters of the harbour.
He could see several large yachts and beyond them a series of smart
motor vessels. All of the motor vessels appeared to be of the ocean
going type, sleek and expensive with a plethora of radar and
communication devices bristling from the top of their bridges and
wheelhouses. Peter walked on, not really knowing which type of vessel to
look for. He strode quickly, but it was another ten minutes before he
was able to read the names on the sides of the large motor vessels.
"Sobsel", the name was etched in chromium plate on the side of the
largest ship in the harbour. His heart sank as he realised that his
prospects of gaining employment aboard such a vessel would be slim. He
looked down at his dusty and dishevelled white shirt and trousers,
unconsciously excusing his own appearance for the effort he had made in
walking twenty miles.
The gangplank of the ship was finished in fine hardwood; it's many coats
of lacquer glistening in the bright sunlight. Peter shrugged his
shoulders and walked towards the two gendarmes, who were leaning against
the gangplank rails, they both looked bored and irritated by the heat of
the day. As he approached they made a halfhearted attempt to stand to
attention, moving slowly they stood together barring his way to the ship.
The taller of the two looked him up and down and grunted incoherently,
lifting his chin in a questioning gesture. Peter, without thinking,
addressed them in English. "I have come to see the bo'sun of this ship,
er... about the job of cabin boy."
Peter hoped that their English was good enough for them to understand
him. "Wait!" was the only reply he received. Peter watched as the man
walked slowly up the gangplank on to ship. Peter eyed the other
policeman who was now standing in the centre of the gangplank, eyeing
him warily. Peter shrugged and stood back feigning disinterest.
Unknown to either of them was that their every movement was being
observed from the ship. "I think we might have found our cabin boy". The
dainty hand of the captain placed the binoculars down on to the highly
polished surface of her desk. She looked across the wheelhouse to the
bo'sun. "Miranda, why don't you take a look?" Miranda laughed at her
friend. "The trouble with you my pretty little captain is that you are
too impatient. You've interviewed over twenty prospective cabin boys
already and you must admit none have come up to standard. Mind you, this
one does look scrummy."
Miranda raised her own glasses and looked in more detail at the boy who
was aimlessly pacing around the paved area at the end of the gangplank.
"I think you could be right, certainly the physique looks good. Are you
going to put him through the interview process, then we could get a
better look at him through the closed circuit cameras."
The captain lifted up the phone and talked quickly for several minutes.
When she had finished she sat back in her chair and opened the collar of
her uniform. Miranda watched avidly as the captain undid the rest of the
buttons of her white tunic. She ran her hand over her perfectly formed
breasts, teasing the nipples between her delicate fingers.
Abruptly she stood up and walked to the far end of the wheelhouse,
carelessly throwing her uniformed jacket on to the desk. She reached up
to one of the cupboards, which was set into the wall. Her tanned torso
revealed lithe muscles and sinew beneath the smooth flesh as she
She slid open the door and took out a long leather strap. She ran her
hand down the full length of the heavy hide, grasping the solid calf
handle she wrapped her delicate fingers around it, her bright red nails
in stark contrast to the rugged dark brown leather.
Miranda looked apprehensive as the beautiful young woman turned towards
her. She looked at the captain's magnificent breasts, marvelling at
their size and firmness. Miranda had seen her friend naked many times
and had had the pleasure of being seduced by her and the pain of being
punished by her but she could not help feeling a thrill as she stood in
awe of her magnificent figure.
"You need not worry this time Miranda, I have a small disciplinary
measure to take care of, but it is not for you this time so relax. Will
you call the duty officers and tell them to bring Gillian to me. I think
she should be in the galley preparing tea."
It was only a few moments after Miranda had picked up the telephone that
a tall girl entered the wheelhouse. She was dressed, as were all the
crew, in a white tunic top with a short matching white skirt. Her tanned
legs were bare, the white deck shoes she was wearing made no sound as
she entered the room. "We have brought rating Gillian Saunders Ma'am,
She is waiting outside with duty officer Williams. Shall we bring her
The duty officer showed no surprise at seeing her captain bared to the
waist. "Yes you know the routine. Strip her in here and then bring her
through to my office." The captain walked through the door at the end of
the room and entered her private office. The room was magnificently
furnished with a large ornate desk and several leather chairs.
Pictures of various schooners were hung on the walls, along with antique
ship's clocks. Glass cabinets held various historical brass sextants and
navigational items. One cabinet held an assortment of telescopes that
had been lovingly preserved. In the centre of the room stood a low
bench, the top covered in matching leather to the chairs.
The captain watched as the naked girl was brought forcefully into the
room. The pretty duty officers held her firmly by each arm as they sat
her on the end of the bench. Quickly they grasped her legs and bent them
up and over her chest, raising her bottom several inches off the end of
the bench. They both knelt at each side of the girl and held her legs
The captain moved forward and stood over the pretty young girl. She
noted that she had started to tremble, her pretty face flushed and
blushing as the duty officers spread her legs wide apart. The plump
flesh of her bottom was stretched tight, revealing the neat pink rosebud
of her anus.
"Gillian you have been a naughty girl and you know I have to punish
you." The captain leaned forward and stroked her fingers gently down the
inside of the girl's thigh. "Be a good girl and take your punishment."
She slid her hand over the soft flesh of the girl's shaven pubis and
parted the plump lips with her delicate fingers. "Miranda would you come
Miranda, who had been observing the procedure from the open doorway,
walked through and knelt down facing the girl's upturned buttocks. She
took the small tube of gel she was carrying and, opening the top,
smeared the lubricant over her fingers.
As the captain took her hand away from the girl's pubis, Miranda
immediately placed one hand between the girl's bottom cheeks and the
other over her smooth pubic mound. Expertly she parted the labia and
slipped a finger into the moist orifice, watching the knuckle disappear
into the trembling girl's most private part.
"You have been a silly girl haven't you Gillian." Miranda spoke gently
and lovingly as she moving her finger quickly in and out of the blushing
girl's vagina. "It won't be long now and it will soon be over." She
cooed as she deftly slipped a second finger into the trembling girl.
With her other hand she gently stroked between the cheeks of her bottom,
locating the tight opening of her anus. "Let's just pop a finger in here
and open you up a bit." She murmured as she probed the opening.
"There we are, that's a good girl. She felt the sphincter try to
contract as she pushed her lubricated finger straight up into the tight
orifice. Miranda expertly manipulated her fingers inside the girl,
occasionally running a fingernail over the erect clitoris. She worked
diligently for several minutes until she felt the telltale signs of
The captain looked down at the trembling body of the young girl, noting
the anguished expression on her face as it became suffused in a red
blush. The girl's lips were parted and she had begun to breathe heavily
as Miranda quickened the pace of her fingers.
"Three strokes, I think." Miranda took her cue and once more speeded up
the tempo of her fingers buried deep in the girl's vagina, at the same
time she pushed hard with her other hand impaling the girl's bottom with
the length of her forefinger.
The captain stood back and raised the heavy leather strap above her
Miranda sensed that the girl was close to orgasm; the flesh of her
vagina was contracting and expanding involuntarily against her fingers.
Quickly she pulled her hands away, feeling the tight flesh of the
sphincter shudder as she withdrew her fingers. Miranda moved quickly
aside as the captain brought the heavy leather strap down hard against
the timid flesh of the trembling girl. Whap. The strap bit into the
tender flesh, wrapping itself intimately around the tightly stretched
The girl screamed, arching her shoulders back and thrusting her young
breasts upwards. Almost immediately the captain raised the strap again
and brought it down hard. The heavy leather singing through the air
towards it's target.
Whap. The second stroke smacked into the centre of her upturned bottom,
the thick leather imprinting its form on her captive flesh. The girl
tossed her head from side to side, her breath exhaling in a violent hiss
as the shock of painful lash coursed through her body.
"Arrgggghhhhh...nooo ..ooo" The girl screamed, unable to control her
pain. "Pleeeessse, argggghhh,, noo more." Her body was trembling from
head to toe as she pleaded with her tormentors. The captain quickly
raised the strap again and brought it down again, this time against the
sensitive juncture between the girl's thighs and buttocks, it's broad
imprint was accompanied by a loud slap as the leather once more found
The girl bucked as if she had been electrocuted, her lips drawn back in
a grimace as she fought the pain. "Arrrggghhh.... Arrrrrggggghhh" She
cried. Her limbs trembled and quivered as she tossed her head to left
and then right as the pain coursed through her body.
It had been no more than ten seconds between the first and last stroke
as Miranda quickly took up her position between the girl's widely parted
legs. Quickly she probed the trembling flesh of her vagina and pushed
her finger rudely up inside the girl. "There, there, it's all over now,
try and relax there's a good girl. Her soothing words contrasted against
the quickening fingers of her hand. Miranda slipped her other hand
between the girl's parted buttocks and gently but firmly, pushed her
forefinger back up into the girl's bottom. "There you are you are going
to cum soon."
The captain put down her strap as she spoke and kneeled down beside the
distraught girl's head. She leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting her
tongue deep into her mouth.
Casually, the younger of the two duty officers, grasped one of the
girl's nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed hard. Gillian
could not control herself, she felt her body tense as wave after wave of
sexual sensation coursed through her body. She managed to draw air into
her lungs just before she felt her captain's lips once more close over
her mouth. Skilfully the girls brought their captive to new heights of
sensation as they caressed and speared her body. Veronica smiled to
herself. It was always the same thought she had as she pursued her
pleasures. Being captain of the "Sobsel" was a true fulfilment, a job
that provided her with limitless pleasure and satisfaction. To have
one's whims and desires catered for so completely was a privilege that
few would enjoy in their lives. She bent once more over the distraught
body of the young girl and whispered to her. "There my pretty young
thing, we are just going to make you cum once more before we let you up."
Her softly spoken words seemed to inflame the girl to new passion. She
could not help screaming as she felt Miranda push a second finger deep
inside her vagina. The second duty officer smoothed her carefully
manicured nails down over the girl's heaving tummy and cruelly pinched
the exposed clitoris. "Arrrrgggghhh... arggggh." Gillian screamed as she
reached her second orgasm. "Arrgggh..oooooohhhh pleeeeease" Miranda
smiled to herself as she felt the walls of the vagina contract violently
against her fingers.
"There we are, you are a good girl. Now lets have a nice big cum this
time." She spoke softly as she deliberately thrust her finger hard up
into the young girl's bottom, curling it upwards as she furiously moved
the fingers of her other hand in a deep circular motion inside the timid
Gillian's body tensed in one violent spasm, her legs and torso locked
rigid as she reached her second orgasm. Suddenly she started to quiver
from head to foot and screamed uncontrollably "arrrggggghhhhh...
argggggghhhh...ooooohhhhhh." She thrashed her head from side to side as
paroxysms of emotion overtook her body.
They watched intently as Gillian's body trembled and shook, before her
emotions subsided. Her lungs gasped for breath as small tremors ran
through her body. Her full breasts heaved upwards as she fought to take
in air. Miranda gently reduced the motion of her fingers until there was
no movement. Gently she withdrew her finger from the girl's tender
bottom and pressed her hand firmly against the crease between her
"There you relax and we'll get you comfortable, there's a good girl. The
captain spoke gently and tenderly, ending the sentence by kissing the
distraught girl lovingly on the lips.
The duty officers, their faces flushed with excitement, carefully let
the girl's legs down so that her feet were able to touch the floor at
either side of the bench. Miranda withdrew her fingers from between the
girl's legs and bottom and stood up. She looked at the captain and
"Not a bad little interlude before morning coffee, wouldn't you say."
The captain looked at Miranda. They had been friends for over three
years now and yet Veronica was often forced to laugh at Miranda's
impudence and "off the cuff" humour. "I hope our cabin boy was not able
to hear anything of this in his little interview room." Veronica laughed
once more. "Don't worry dear Miranda, I'm sure he is being kept quite
busy filling out our questionnaire."
The captain turned to Gillian who was being helped up to a sitting
position by the two duty officers. The girl winced as her weight was
transferred to her tender buttocks. "The girl's will take you down to
the medical office, ask them to put some antiseptic cream on that sore
bottom of yours." Gillian looked at her captain, her flushed, blushing
cheeks and trembling lips a testament to her ordeal. "I.. I'mm." Tears
fell down her cheeks before she could complete her sentence.
The captain bent forward and gently lifted the distraught girl under the
arms until she was standing upright. Veronica put her arms around her
and kissed her on tenderly on the lips. Their naked breasts touched
together, their nipples pushing softly into each other's flesh.
"You'll be alright in a few moments, I'll get one of the girls to make
you some tea. Then you can go to the medical office by my private
stairway so you won't have to get dressed until they've seen to your
Veronica ran her fingers gently over the girl's naked breasts as she
spoke softly to her. "The girls will carry your clothes. I want you to
tell the doctor that I would like her to prepare to give someone a full
medical examination in about an hour's time. She can call me if she
needs any details, but if you tell her I am interviewing a cabin boy I
am sure she will understand. Gillian nodded her head. She looked at her
captain, her eyes could not conceal the look of love and supplication
she felt. "Yes Ma'am I will tell her."
The captain looked across at the young boy seated before her and then
back to the resume she held in her hands. Peter had been taken to a
small reception room and had been asked to fill in a questionnaire. The
questionnaire was detailed and if answered thoroughly, quite revealing.
The reception room had been made deliberately drab, belying the opulence
of the rest of the ship. It was ideal for meeting petty port officials
or customs officers.
Peter had been sat at the small desk for nearly two hours when the
pretty young duty officer had come to collect him. She had noticed he
was still writing and had gently pulled the sheaf of forms from under
his pen. "That will have to do, if the captain needs anymore information
I am sure it will be asked for." She had deliberately not referred to
the captain as "She" leaving any look of surprise for the captain to
Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He felt gauche and out of
place against the luxurious setting of the captain's office. He looked
down at his clothes and his deck shoes, feeling ill at ease and in
contrast to the captain's crisp white uniform. He looked at the young
woman sat behind the desk. She was astoundingly beautiful, her emerald
green eyes were quite the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her mouth was
small and her lips were shaped with a small dimple at either side of the
mouth. Her beauty and the surroundings of her office did little to
bolster his confidence.
She leaned forward and began to question him, her tunic unable to
conceal the full-unfettered breasts beneath.
She had quickly read the answers within the questionnaire and noted the
salient points. No parents - saving to go to university next year.
Hoping to find employment and new friends on the beautiful southern
coast of France.
She questioned him for about half an hour, although she had made up her
mind in the first five minutes of the interview, she wanted to watch for
clues or tell tale signs of bravado or aggressiveness.
"Well Peter, there are one or two things you need to know and agree to.
This ship is well disciplined and tardiness, lateness and laziness are
not tolerated. On board ship, you will obey the officers, whatever you
are asked to do, without hesitation. Do you understand that?" "Err..er
Yes Miss." Peter replied hesitantly.
Veronica had been careful to avoid the boy knowing that the entire crew,
apart from himself, was female. She had referred to the crew as officers
or ratings. "Good, you need not worry about clothes, we have uniforms
and a seamstress on board. Likewise toiletries and personal effects can
be bought from the ships store. I assume you have little or no money, is
that correct?" Peter blushed but nodded his head. "I only have a few
"You will address me as Ma'am or Captain Soames" "Yes Ma'am" Peter
replied. Veronica was pleased to note that the boy did not try to be
familiar or adopt a humorous persona, had he done so she would have
terminated the interview forthwith and let him go on his way.
"Right I am prepared to offer you employment, providing that you are
medically fit of course. Have you had a medical examination recently?"
"Er.. no Ma'am, not since I was at school." "Have you had any, sexually
transmitted diseases.?" Veronica was delighted to see the boy instantly
blush a deep red as she asked the question. "Oh no Ma'am" He protested.
"Well you must have had sexual relationships, are you homosexual?"
Peter's face flushed an even brighter red. "Oh no Ma'am.. I mean I
haven't had er.. er sex with anyone.. er and I'm er..not homosexual."
Veronica delighted in the youth's embarrassment and his reply.
"Alright Peter, I will see if I can get the ships medical officer to see
you now, if you are pronounced fit and well, then I might see you later
to welcome you officially onboard. That is of course if you would like
to take the job." "Oh Yes please Miss.....er I mean Ma'am." Veronica
smiled and pushed a pile of forms forward across her desk to the young
boy. "You will have to sign these, I can leave you to read through them
if you like or I can tell you their content." "Yes please Ma'am.. I mean
if you would tell me."
Veronica smiled and explained that they were merely his affirmation that
he would abide by the rules and disciplines of the ship.
She watched as the boy signed the last sheet of the pile of forms, she
realised he was blissfully unaware of exactly what he was signing. She
pressed a bell and waited until the pretty duty officer entered. Claire
I would like you to take Peter Jones to the ships Medical Office, Peter
has applied for the job of ship's cabin boy and will, all being well, be
Peter followed the pretty young officer along the walkways and stairways
to the lower decks. He would have liked to ask her questions, but the
girl walked quickly in front of him, easily negotiating the stairways
and corridors with a deft familiarity. Peter watched her pretty bottom
and legs as she led him along the corridors and stairways.
She stopped at the entrance to a long corridor and turned to him. "We
are on Deck 'C' if you ever loose your way" She smiled and approached a
door along the corridor, which had a brass plaque set into it. The
plaque read "Medical Officer". The young girl immediately knocked on the
door and without waiting for a reply opened it. She turned and beckoned
him to follow. Peter found himself in a spacious reception area. There
was a large desk upon which was a word processor and telephone
switchboard. Behind the desk sat a slender and pretty young girl. She
was not in ship's uniform, but wore a blue and white striped
Her hair was tied back into a neat bun. Her lightly tanned face bore no
traces of makeup apart from a little eye shadow, which accented her dark
brown eyes beneath the thin wire frames of her glasses. Her tanned arms
were slender and her hands neat and delicate. Peter, once more feeling
ill at ease, looked down at his own dishevelled appearance.
He looked round at the room as the girl's exchanged pleasantries. There
were several modern leather seated chairs arranged against the wall, on
the opposite wall was a modern chromium plated weighing scale which
stood next to a height chart on the wall.
Next to the chart was a small curtained screen on castors. The screen
was about four feet high. Behind the screen was a small desk with
bottles and jars on top of it and behind the desk a small stainless
"I'll leave you here and come and collect you when you are finished."
The young duty officer smiled at him and left the room.
"Can I help you?" The young girl looked up at Peter from her desk, her
lips drawn back in a professional smile revealing sparkling white teeth.
"Er.. yes Miss.. er... the captain has sent me for a medical." Peter
stammered his reply. "What name is it please?" She asked without looking
up. Instead tapping the keys of her computer and peering into the
screen. "Peter Jones, Miss."
The young girl tapped several keys and then slowly looked up at the boy.
She paused before delivering the lines she had been relishing. "Ah yes,
you are next in to see the medical officer. Would you strip please, you
can put your clothes on the chair behind you." Peter could not believe
his ears, nor could he help the blood rushing to his cheeks as she said
the words. "Er... what Miss?"
The girl looked at him directly, her face betraying none of the
excitement she felt. "Take off your clothes and put them on the chair
behind you." Before Peter could reply or protest she turned back to her
computer and began to type.
Peter was left standing in the middle of the room feeling foolish. He
wanted to protest, but could think of nothing to say. To have to take
his clothes off in front of the young girl filled him with
embarrassment. She could only be a year or so older than himself, he
Resignedly he bent down to take off his shoes and socks. He carefully
placed his socks inside his shoes and pushed them beneath the leather
chair. Looking towards the girl for confirmation he began to unbutton
his shirt. The girl did not look up although she was well aware of his
reaction to her command. She continued typing, her peripheral vision
keeping her informed of the boy's progress.
Peter took his shirt off, his face was burning red as he laid the
garment on the chair behind him. He looked across at the girl once more
for some confirmation that he was to take off his trousers. The girl
continued with her work, leaving him no alternative but to continue
undressing. He unbuttoned his trousers and with acute embarrassment took
them off. He placed them over the chair and stood up in his brief
underpants. He looked across at the young girl feeling utterly foolish
at being made to strip in front of her. The cool moving air from the
room's air-conditioning teased the tiny hairs on his skin, accentuating
his nakedness. Nikki continued to type, although she was well aware that
the boy was now down to his underpants.
"Er.. I'm ready Miss." Peter stammered. Nikki looked up and gave the boy
a professional smile. "Come over here Peter and stand by the side of my
desk." Shame-faced he moved toward the desk as she took a series of
printed forms from her drawer and placed them in a clipboard.
"Now lets see." She looked down and perused the forms as Peter stood at
her desk. He felt awkward and embarrassed, acutely aware of the brevity
of his worn underpants. Without getting up she wheeled her chair to the
side of the desk so that her knees were only inches away from the boy's
shins. Peter could not help look down at her. Her slender legs were
bared to mid thigh, her short navy-blue skirt revealing the smoothness
of her lightly tanned limbs.
Her dainty feet wore flat soles, which were held by delicate thongs,
criss-crossing her shapely ankles and ending in a small bow at mid calf.
Nikki was well aware of the effect she was having on the blushing youth,
his face betraying the utter shame and embarrassment he felt.
" Right... height and weight... er...we can do that in a moment. Have
you any distinguishing marks or abnormalities.?" She looked up into the
boy's face, watching him blush profusely as she asked the question.
"Er.. n'no Miss." Peter stammered as he looked at the pretty young girl
seated before him. Nikki paused before delivering her 'coup de grace'.
She deliberately looked up into the boy's face making sure that his eyes
met hers. "No marks... good, now just slip your underpants off for me
and place the palms of your hands on top of your head."
Peter felt his cheeks burning as he looked at her with an expression of
pure anguish on his face. The girl did not repeat the command but looked
down and began reading the forms she had in front of her. Peter did not
know what to do; he waited hoping that he could catch her eye, in case
he had misheard her command. Eventually, in total silence he pushed his
underpants down his legs to his ankles and stepped out of them.
Straightening up he could not bring himself to look at the girl as he
raised his arms and placed his hands upon his head.
"Now let's have a look at you." Her words caused Peter even greater
embarrassment as she looked up, her eyes coolly appraising him. He
watched dejectedly as she examined him from head to toe.
Nikki was delighted with his appearance. His body was slim but very well
proportioned. His hairless chest dipped to a slim firm waist, narrow
hips and long legs. He had very little body hair, even for a young boy.
She turned her attention to his genitals, noting his penis which,
although flaccid was a good size as were his testicles. She presumed
that he had been circumcised, the tip of the glans visible through the
soft folds of the foreskin, was pointing downwards below his scrotum.
She looked up to his face, which was flushed a deep red. She noted that
his body was covered with goose bumps, a testimony to his nervousness,
she thought, rather than the temperature of the room.
"Stand with your feet apart." Peter looked at her in horror as he
shuffled his feet to a wider stance. He watched, almost in shock as she
took a pencil from the desk and placed it beneath his penis, he felt the
cold painted wood being pressed against his flesh. He was trembling
involuntarily as she used the pencil to lift his penis away from his
She peered between his legs and then let his penis drop back between his
thighs. At that one small contact Peter felt his penis begin to engorge.
His stomach churned at the very thought that his penis might erect in
front of her.
"Turn around with your back towards me and bend over and touch your toes
will you." Humiliated beyond belief Peter did as he was told. Slowly
turning away from her, he took his hands from his head and bent forward.
"All the way over and touch your toes."
Peter felt his whole body begin to shiver as he bent over, acutely aware
of the view she would have of him. He could not help the gasp that
escaped from his lips as her cool hands parted the cheeks of his bottom.
She held his buttocks open for several seconds stretching the flesh
tightly to expose the puckered star of the sphincter.
"You may get up now." She said sweetly, taking her hands away from his
bottom. "Go over there and stand on the scales." Peter quickly bent down
to retrieve his underpants. "No, you can leave those off for now." Her
voice was firm as she commanded the trembling youth.
"Put them on the chair over there with your other things," She stood up
and taking her clipboard proceeded to the weighing scales. Peter
followed fighting the tingling sensation within his groin. Her touch and
cool demeanour had initiated the first stirrings of sexual arousal
Nikki was delighted with her progress, no longer conscious of the button
beneath her desk, which would, if pressed, summon the duty officers from
across the corridor. She put her clipboard down on the desk and bade the
boy stand on the scales, marvelling at his acquiescence.
"Stand up straight, there's a good boy." Her voice became softer as she
stood close to the naked youth. She placed the palm of one hand flat
against his tummy, her little finger just touching his pubic hair. She
rested the other hand on the small of his back and with a slight
pressure, urged him to stand further forward on the platform. Peter felt
his penis tingle with desire once more as her soft cool hands touched
him. He felt his face blush with humiliation as she casually let her
hand slide from the small of his back and down over his buttocks.
"Let's see that's eleven stones and seven pounds." She let go of him and
picked up her clipboard and wrote quickly.
"Right, stand up against the chart with your shoulders pressed against
the wall and your feet flat on the floor."
She watched as the boy almost blinded with embarrassment moved clumsily
to stand beside the chart. She noticed that his penis was already
slightly distended, the circumcised foreskin gradually creeping back,
showing more of the bell shaped head. She looked at his blushing face
and trembling lips.
"Are you feeling alright, you look a little flushed. Peter could hardly
bring himself to look at the girl. As their eyes met Nikki noted the
look of pure anguish in the boy's expression. Delighted, she placed her
clipboard on the floor and stood up close to him, her young breasts
pressed firmly against his chest as she adjusted the gauge to sit on top
of his head.
"There... that's... exactly six feet tall. Is that what you are Peter...
six feet tall?" There was just a touch of merriment in her voice as she
spoke to the trembling youth. Peter almost groaned as he tried to form a
reply. "Er... y..yes Miss..s..er six feet." Peter missed the double
entendre of her question, in fact he felt like fainting, such was his
humiliation and embarrassment. His stomach churned with dread and
foreboding as she picked up the clipboard and placed it on the desk.
Leaning over she filled in more details and then reached in to one of
the drawers for a small tape measure. "Step forward and stand in front
of me, legs apart and hands on your head." Her sweet innocent face and
almost childlike figure, belying her firm command. Peter stood forward
and placed his hand on his head. He shivered with pure anguish as he
felt her place her hand on the inside of his thigh. "Spread a little
wider there's a good boy." He stood in an aura of abject humiliation as
he felt her hands pass the tape measure around his chest and then waist.
He shivered as she smoothed her hands over his bottom, her delicate
touch caressing his flesh. She passed the tape measure around his
buttocks and held the ends against the pubic hair just above his penis.
She felt the boy shudder as she deliberately brushed her knuckles
against the tip of his member. Ignoring his plight, she placed the tape
around his thigh and measured the circumference, once more filling in
the details on her clipboard.
Peter could not help looking at her as she kneeled down in front of his
widely spread legs. Without preamble she took the tip of the tape
measure and pressed the end between the juncture of his thighs. The back
of her hand softly touching and lifting his testicles as she pressed
upwards behind his scrotum, holding the other end of the measure lightly
against his ankle.
Peter, shamefaced and completely humiliated felt his penis begin to
engorge. He could not help himself. Nikki kept the tape between his legs
and moved the end to his other ankle, her face only inches from his
penis as she altered her position. She watched his penis gradually
distend, thrilling as the foreskin rolled back almost imperceptibly to
reveal even more of the glans. She pressed the tape more firmly between
his thighs her hand deliberately moving against his testicles.
Peter moaned involuntarily as the humiliation continued. He looked to
the ceiling, trying to avoid looking down at all costs. Nikki took her
hands away from him, deliberately brushing her soft fingers against his
penis as she stood up and faced him. Her body was merely inches from him
as she spoke softly. "You seem hot and you are shivering Peter, I think
you may be coming down with something and that would never do if you
really want this job... look at me Peter, you do really want this job
She watched as he lowered his head, his eyes bore all the anguish that
he felt as he looked into her eyes. "Imm... er alright Miss... I'mm just
um .. er.. a little nervous."
Nikki was delighted in the boy's discomfort and complete acquiescence -
and of course, her own performance in handling him. She decided that she
would prolong his torment at her hands just a little longer before she
handed him over to her compatriots.
"I think you might have a temperature. I am going to have to make sure
you are not ill. There are a variety of influenza bugs going around on
the 'Cote' this year."
Peter groaned as she put her pretty hand on his hip and beckoned him to
the small desk. Deftly she placed her left hand on his tummy and stroked
her other hand up to small of his back. She looked down at his engorged
penis, which moved from side to side as he walked, although not yet
fully erect the flesh was plump and turgid. She skilfully manoeuvred him
until he was facing the desk,. pressing firmly on his back and tummy she
bent him forward.
Lay your chest down on the desk there's a good boy." She had him bent
over before he could protest. "There's a good boy, chest flat against
the desk now... that's it rest your head on your hands." Peter had
obeyed almost without thinking. His humiliation and total embarrassment
had acted on his body like a heavy drug.
"W..what are... are you going to do Miss." Peter managed to stammer. His
face was bright crimson as he felt her put her hands on his buttocks.
"I'm just going to take your temperature you silly boy, now stay still
and spread your legs apart... come along now." Peter felt his face
burning as she slid her hands down over his buttocks and pressed the
inside of his thighs until he was positioned to her liking. She walked
round the desk and placing a soft hand on his burning cheek, looked into
"Just you stay still, we're nearly finished now." She ruffled the hair
of his head, delighted that he had laid his head to the side facing her.
She stooped to open one of the drawers, her whole body tingled with
anticipation as she reached inside.
She took a large rectal thermometer out of the drawer and deliberately
placed it in on the desk in front of his face. She noted his agonised
expression as she slowly and deliberately pulled on a pair of rubber
gloves. Intentionally she let the rubber snap against her wrists, making
sure that her hands were within his full view.
Next, almost ritualistically, she took a tube of lubricant and smeared
it on her right forefinger. Watching his expression of horror, she
formed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand into an 'O' and
sensuously slipped the lubricated finger though it.
She looked into his face as she picked up the large glass tube. Slowly,
almost hypnotically she smeared more lubricant around the bulbous end of
the glass, smiling sweetly at him as she worked the lubricant over the
"Just relax and everything will be fine, little boys sometimes tense
their bottoms - but I am sure you are going to be a good boy aren't you?"
Her words, combined with his vulnerable position had managed to reduce
him in stature to that of a whimpering child. He uttered a groan as way
of an answer, but in fact he was almost delirious with acute
Nikki was relaxed and enjoying every minute of her dominance over the
trembling boy, His compliance and embarrassment almost total, as she
left the thermometer on the desk in front of his face and moved behind
him. Standing back, she admired the firm hairless buttocks and strong
legs of the naked youth. Because of the limited height of the desk, his
back was slightly dipped into a smooth concave arc; small beads of
perspiration were evident on his clearly defined spinal column. Even
with his legs widely spread, the smooth flesh of his bottom was raised
higher than his head.
Nikki thrilled as the flesh of his buttocks shuddered and contracted
violently at the first touch of her hand. Sliding the fingers of her
left hand between the deep crease of his bottom, she pulled the cheeks
apart. Slowly and with deliberate intent she placed her right hand
underneath his buttocks. Before he could protest she had slipped her
hand upward between the cheeks, further parting the buttocks. Inexorably
the tips of her delicate fingers wriggled between the pliant mounds of
flesh and located the sensitive opening of the sphincter.
She felt the boy tense his entire body as she gently probed the opening.
"Just stay still and relax... I am going to be very gentle with your
little bottom." Peter shuddered as he felt the tip of her finger probe
the opening of his sphincter. He had never experienced anything like the
sensation he felt as her finger slipped through the tiny orifice of his
sphincter and up into his anus.
Nikki felt the boy's involuntary reflex to straighten up as she probed
his bottom. She placed her free hand on the small of his back and spoke
softly to him.
"There we are now, just relax, you'll soon get used to it." Her voice
and the hand on his back seemed to quiet him. She increased the pressure
of her hand on the middle of his back as she pushed her finger firmly up
into his virgin bottom.
"OOOoooohhhhh." Peter moaned as he felt the intense pressure of her
slender finger push into him and then inexorably intrude even further up
into his bottom. Nikki quickly located the prostate gland and without
hesitation proceeded to massage it with the very tip of her finger.
"Arrrggghhhh..ooohhhh." Peter let out a low moan as her finger moved
over the sensitive gland. In a series of tiny movements she jiggled the
tip of her finger against the pliant flesh of the prostate, knowing that
it would be impossible for the boy to avoid his penis erecting.
She pushed harder, applying a firmer pressure and increasing the rapid
movements of her finger. Deftly she continued the stimulation for
several minutes before abruptly pulling her finger from within his anus.
"Arrggghhh...arrrggghhh." Peter could not help gasping as his sphincter
was stretched over the knuckle of her slender finger for a second time.
Nikki laid her hand gently on his buttocks and stroked the soft flesh
before moving around the desk until she was facing him. She noticed a
tear roll down his crimson cheek and on to his hand.
"You're doing fine Peter, just relax a little more while I pop this into
your bottom." Her words rekindled his acute embarrassment, as he lay
helpless before her. Deliberately she re-coated her fingers with
lubricant and picked up the thermometer.
Moving around him, she parted his buttocks with her left hand and
introduced the large glass bowl of thermometer to the sphincter. Holding
it firmly she teased the orifice by pushing firmly with the glass tube.
She watched as the sphincter began to dilate around the bulbous mercury
filled sphere. With a firm push she watched the glass orb disappear
"oooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Peter could not contain himself as he felt his
bottom being stretched wide to accommodate the device.
Nikki smiled to herself as she pushed the glass thermometer up into his
anus, the length of glass such that the bowl penetrated deep inside him.
"Now just relax... you're not feeling any discomfort are you. Do your
genitals feel alright?" Peter could not believe what was happening to
him as he felt her delicate hands slide over his buttocks and between
He shuddered as he felt her cup his testicles in her hand and pull them
backwards. His whole body began to tense rigidly as he felt her other
hand slip between his parted legs and take a firm hold of his penis.
To his horror he realised that he was fully erect. Nikki smiled to
herself as she stooped between his legs to view his erection. She pulled
the foreskin of his penis back along the shaft, revealing the whole of
the sensitive glans.
"Well you seem alright there, I'll leave you for five minutes, so don't
move from that position - do you understand me."
Peter could not have moved had he wanted to. He was near to fainting as
her hands left his body. His chest was heaving and he gasped for air as
he heard her exit the door to the surgery.
Veronica turned the volume of the audio down on the communications
console. The six video-monitors and hi-fidelity speaker had enabled her
to watch and hear the whole of the proceedings. She picked up her
telephone and pressed a number on the keypad in front of her. She spoke
quickly, giving instructions and then replaced the telephone. Turning to
Miranda she smiled. "There, what did I tell you, he is completely
malleable and should suit are owners to a tee, what do you think?"
Miranda could not help grinning as she leaned over the captain's
shoulder, examining the body of the naked boy on the monitor screen.
"You are always right, aren't you my clever captain, I agree, the owners
will be delighted, not to mention most of the crew." She laughed as she
completed the sentence; bending her head forward she kissed Veronica on
the cheek. Do you mind if I pull up a chair for the rest of the
performance? She giggled as she sat down in a swivel chair next to
Veronica and leaned forward to watch the monitor.
Peter lay, where he had been placed, unable to comprehend the turn of
events that had led him to his position. For all he knew he might have
fainted as he felt smooth fingers touch his bottom... for he had not
heard her re-enter the room.
"Right.. any pain here?" She asked as she slipped her hand quickly
between his legs and fondled his testicles. Peter almost choked with
embarrassment as she slipped her other hand over the head of his penis.
"What about here... do you feel any sensation." Nikki had to stifle her
amusement as she felt the rigid staff throb between her fingers.
"er er...nooo Miss." Peter could hardly reply as once more she pulled
the foreskin back firmly, stretching the skin to its fullest extent.
Without preamble Nikki took her hands from his genitals and quickly took
hold of the thermometer. With a practised motion she pulled the
thermometer out of his bottom, watching with delight as the sphincter
stretched and then closed behind the glass bulb as it was pulled free.
Peter gasped at the acute sensation, feeling his penis throb as his
sphincter stretched. He was unaware of the expert way his body and
emotions had been deliberately manipulated, unaware that the girl was
well practised in the humiliation and dominance of patients.
The girl glanced at the temperature gauge, knowing already that any
elevation in temperature would be a result entirely of her own doing.
Nikki discarded the rubber gloves and stood back admiring the boy's
"There now stand up straight and we have finished, come along - you are
not going to lay across my desk all day are you?"
Peter groaned as he lifted his body from the desk. He felt an ache in
his back, suddenly realising that he must have been bent over for at
least ten minutes. As the young girl moved around to face him, Peter
immediately tried to cover his erection with his hands. He placed both
palms over his genitals, pulling his erect penis up against his stomach
and holding his forearms close together to cover himself.
Nikki pretended not to notice but lifted a large and a smaller jar from
the far end of the desk. Holding one in each hand she moved towards him.
"Take these and go behind the screen. I want you to fill the small jar
with urine and you can expel what ever is left into the other."
Peter looked shocked as she proffered the jars to him. "But..but Miss."
"What on earth's' the matter, come along there's a good boy."
Peter blushed furiously as he slowly uncovered himself. He could not
help looking down as he took his hands away, horrified as the watched
the young girl observe his penis as it sprang outwards. He tried to take
the jars from her quickly so that he could turn away and walk behind the
screen, but Nikki held his wrist just as he had taken the jars from her.
"What is this... how on earth are going to give a urine sample like that
you naughty boy." Peter was mortified as she stopped him from turning
away and pointed to his penis. To his horror, his penis was standing
upwards at an angle of forty-five degrees. In vein he tried to hide his
erection by squirming his legs and trying somehow to turn his hips away
"Give me the jars Peter, you are a naughty boy" Peter could not control
himself, his body racked in tremors of embarrassment as she delicately
took the jars from his fingers.
"Come along I'll have the nurses deal with you." Her voice was stern as
she deliberately took hold of his erect penis before he could cover
himself. "Hands on your head now... quickly do as I say." She had raised
her voice only slightly, but was delighted to see the embarrassed youth
She placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and cupped his testicles.
"Fortunately for you young man I am going to let the nurses deal with
you. Now come along with me and don't you dare move those hands." Taking
her hand away from his scrotum, she led him by his penis towards the
door leading to the surgery.
"Please Miss, wait a moment, I'm so sorry... I..I.." Peter could not
complete his sentence. His embarrassment was so acute he felt near to
Marie looked at Sarah's naked body as the beautiful girl reached for the
hanger, which held her nursing uniform. Marie smiled knowing that even
this simple white cotton dress would be as alluring as the sheerest of
evening gowns over Sarah's curvaceous body. Marie could not help herself
as she reached forward and placing her hand between her friend's lush
thighs. She thrilled as she squeezed the smoothly shaven pubis, her
fingers revelling in the plump flesh of the girl's prominent pubic mound.
Sarah remembered that, as a young girl at the age of eleven, feeling
awkward and embarrassed by her body. She smiled as she thought of her
ugly duckling childhood, little knowing then, the transformation that
would take place. She had been horrified by her rate of growth, already
six inches taller than the tallest boy in her school, she had avoided
dances or parties or any social gathering where she would have to meet
or socialise with the opposite sex.
By the time Sarah was fifteen her young body had filled out to become
the envy of every girl in the school and the desire of every boy. Not
only was Sarah tall and shapely, her face was stunningly beautiful. Her
classic bone structure, beautiful almond eyes and lush lips had been the
envy of every girl in school. When she had left school to enrol at
nursing college, she was already self-assured and had developed a
persona so powerful that she was easily able to manipulate her peers,
easily able to repel unwanted attention, without causing offence to the
young male students. "I know I'm wet, and so... I bet, are you my little
nymph." Sarah smiled as she spoke to Marie. "I am rather looking forward
to this and I know you are, so let me get dressed before I crumple into
Marie smiled. She knew better than to think that she could reduce Sarah
to a crumpled heap. Sarah was very much in charge of her life,
self-assured and dominant in her role as head nurse, taking her work and
her pleasures seriously. Marie knew that Sarah intended to enjoy and
savour every minute of the afternoon.
Next: Part 2