The Libertine of Anacortes

THE LIBERTINE OF ANACORTES - Chapter Six

The shower I took was not a long, warm one that washed away my cares about the humiliation I just endured. Instead; it was the briefest of showers as the fresh water, obviously stored in a dark tank somewhere in the bowels of the boat, was ice cold. The towel supplied by Friedrich was barely larger than a hand towel; large enough to pat dry my wet body but not nearly large enough to use as a wrap. I exited the tiny shower cubicle and saw Friedrich had dressed and was seated at the dining table. There was no sign of my backpack.

“May I have my clothes back now?” I asked timidly.

“No,” he replied flatly. “But I do have some things I want you to wear.”

I frowned at his curious response and watched as he rummaged through a duffel bag on the table.

“Come here,” Friedrich said.

I approached cautiously; uncertain of what he intended to do to me with the large iron ring he held in his hand. “What’s that for?”

“It’s a collar,” he replied.

“Yes, but what’s it for?”

“It is to remind you that I now own you.”

“Own me?” I placed a hand on my heart and gasped incredulously. “People can’t own people! That’s … that’s slavery!”

“Now you get it!” Friedrich laughed. “Now, come here so I can put it around your neck.”

“Friedrich, I want to get off the boat,” I said seriously.

He stared at me for a moment and then said, “OK. I hope you can swim; it’s about ten miles to the nearest land.”

“You can’t keep me against my will!”

“I can do whatever I want; this is my boat and I’m the captain. I make the rules and you obey them or else; you walk the plank.”

“That’s crazy!” I began to feel profoundly frightened of Friedrich. “I want to get off!”

“Alright then; if you want to get off then get off!”

I shrieked when Friedrich launched out of his seat, grabbed one of my wrists, and dragged me to the stairs. My heels dug into the carpet in an effort to pull away from him. His grip slipped and I fell back on the carpet. I immediately started to crawl as quickly as I could out of his reach but his hands grab one of my ankles and he jerked me off the floor. Blood rushed to my head when he held me suspended upside-down and carried me toward the stairs.

“No, Friedrich! No!” I screamed. “I’ll wear your collar!”

Friedrich stopped at the foot of the stairs. “You know I’ll throw you overboard if you don’t obey me, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I sobbed.

“I don’t have to warn you again to be good, do I?”

“No, I’ll be good!”

Friedrich lowered me onto my shoulders and then slowly dropped me completely.

“Go and get your collar, slave.”

I began to get to my feet but Friedrich called for me to stop.

“Crawl, slave. From now on, unless I tell you otherwise, you are to remain on your knees.”

I dropped onto my hands and knees, crawled to the table, and then returned with the heavy iron collar. Friedrich locked the cold ring around my neck and then ordered me to crawl back to the table. He followed closely behind; I heard him chuckle after he made a lewd comment about my ass.

Friedrich said very little as he locked me in more iron bonds. I remained passive and silent on my knees; my wrists offered up to him on his signal and then, after a change of position, my ankles. A 12 inch length of chain connected my wrists together; another hobbled my ankles. I watched silently as Friedrich cinched a third chain to my collar and pulled my head down to attach its other end to the chain between my wrists. The shortness of it forced my head down until my face was about six inches from the floor and left my ass upturned.

“Turn around,” Friedrich.

It was more comfortable to crawl on my elbows and I shuffled around until my ass was pointed at Friedrich. I shivered when I felt his finger tip touch my anus; still tender from his cock’s assault on it. When I then felt him drip more lotion onto it I gasped under my breath and feared he was about to fuck my ass again.

“This will help to train your ass so it can be ready to be fucked whenever I get the urge,” Friedrich said.

I looked up from the floor but didn’t attempt to look back. The cold bluntness of a butt plug pressed firmly. My fingers scratched like claws on the carpet as the pressure increased. After the tip easily penetrated me, my anal sphincter muscles stretched reluctantly to accept the increasingly wide shaft until eventually it quickly slipped in to its narrow base. The sensations of my ring’s tight grip on the hard plastic felt perverse.

“There you go; perfect!” Friedrich said. “Turn around again and get up on your knees.”

I shuffled around and grimaced as each movement of my elbows and knees caused my anal sphincter muscles to tense their grip of the plug. After I struggled into position I sat with my impaled butt cheeks on the backs of my heels and my hands hung limply at the height of my breasts.

“Spread your knees,” Friedrich said. “Whenever you’re in the kneeling position I want to be able to still see your cunt.”

I inwardly recoiled at his crude reference to my pussy.

“Play with your tits for me,” he said with a smile. “I want you to make sure whenever I see your tits that your nipples are nice and hard.”

My hands moved to cup my breasts and my fingers began gently pinching and squeezing the buds of my nipples. It took several minutes to raise any reaction from them because my thoughts couldn’t focus on anything other than the pain that had begun to throb in my ass.

“Did you really think I would throw you overboard, slave?”

I nodded; “Yes.”

Friedrich laughed at me. “I’m not a lunatic! I just wanted to fuck with your head!”

I immediately felt like an idiot; the dumbest blond on the planet who had now fallen into a bizarre trap.

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