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Ensign King
by Eugene Webber
"The Admiral will see you now," the secretary said, ushering Ensign
Ronald King into a very large office.
King marched smartly into Admiral's desk and saluted. The Admiral
returned his salute perfunctorily. King stood at attention, wondering
why he had been summoned. He had never met the Admiral, indeed had not
known of her existence, or the particular division she commanded until
he was transferred to her command. He tried to look resolutely ahead,
through the large windows which gave a spectacular view of the Pacific
Ocean. Try as he might, he could not ignore the presence of a
strikingly attractive Black female officer and an old dowagery white
woman, very expensively dressed, coiffed and accessorized. The older
woman seemed to be the Admiral's age, maybe older.
The Admiral herself was also a puzzle. He could not tell from her
sitting before him, but she seemed to be squat and solid, literally
five-by-five. Very plain?indeed ugly?he had not been able to find out
anything about her or her command, and it was quickly impressed upon
him that he should not make inquiries.
The Admiral looked him over, then turned to the other women. "What do
you think?"
The dowager looked him over, hard. Without saying anything, she looked
at the Admiral and nodded, almost imperceptibly. The Admiral then
looked at the Black officer, a naval lieutenant. The lieutenant also
looked him over thoroughly, then nodded at the Admiral. The Admiral
turned to King. "Sit down, Ensign."
King sat in one of the chairs in front of the Admiral's desk. The
Admiral turned to the Black officer. "Lt. Skeffler ..."
Skeffler got up and crossed the office to the opposite wall. She
pressed a button and the wall partition rose, revealing a large screen
television. Pressing a few more buttons and the quartet were presented
with a video of a couple in a bedroom making love. The light was poor,
the angle high and distant, but enough could be seen of the woman
giving the man a blowjob followed by the man fucking the woman doggy
style. The man was naked, but the woman kept on her bra and pantyhose,
the hosiery being open at the back.
King was extremely embarrassed at what he was watching, wondering why
it was being shown, especially considering who was in the room. He
stole glances at the Admiral, but could not see the dowager, since his
position watching the screen put her fully behind him. As he watched
the screen, he suddenly realized that the room and the participants
were familiar. Just then the man evidently came, collapsing on the
back of his lover, the two of them collapsing on the bed.
King now knew what would happen next. The man on the screen pulled
out, his condom-clothed cock now soft. He rolled onto his back and it
was very clear that the man was King! The woman sat up on the bed,
removed the condom and licked King's cock clean. As the woman stood
up, there was a bulge in the crotch of her pantyhose. On screen, King
bolted upright, pointing to his lover's crotch. There was no sound on
the tape, but it was obvious that King was shocked that he had just
fucked a man. There was a lot of shouting on the tape as King quickly
dressed and literally ran from the bedroom. The video ended there.
Skeffler returned to her seat, leaving the wall panel up. King turned
towards the Admiral, but looked down. The silence was broken by the
Admiral.
"Ensign, you know how the Navy feels about homosexuality." She waited
for a reply.
"I did ... I didn't ... I didn't know she ... he ... it ... was a man,"
he stammered.
"You knew you were fucking an ass, not a pussy, didn't you?" Skeffler
inquired.
King still looked at his shoes. "She ... he ... said he was ... it was
... it was that time of the month."
"So you engage in anal sex regularly?"
"No. ... It was my first time ... my only time."
"What about the oral sex?" Skeffler continued.
King now looked up, briefly at the Admiral, before facing Skeffler.
From their positions, King also caught the dowager. "Could I ask where
this is leading?"
"Well, you see, Ensign ..." Skeffler began, only to be silenced by the
dowager's slightly raised hand.
"Ensign," the dowager began. "Do you have a name?"
"King. Ronald King."
"Ensign Ronald King," the dowager continued, "the ... woman ... you
were with is my great-grandson. His father is part of our country's
diplomatic mission to your country. We have known of his sexual ...
predilections ... for years, but, short of locking him away there's
little that can be done. We monitor his actions, which is why we have
the video you have just viewed. Your rejection of him sent him off the
deep end, I'm afraid. Not the first time. Indeed far from it. We do
have a cure ... of sorts."
King was getting very confused. From her accent, he guessed the
dowager was English. Homosexuality among the English aristocracy was
well known. In fact, it was the source of endless jokes in the
American Navy about the British Navy. As he recalled the incident,
officers from his ship and other ships in the fleet were visiting a
Mediterranean port nearly a year ago. There were lots of pretty girls
there. And lots of booze. Everybody was hooking up with everybody
else. He ended up in a hotel bedroom with ... with whatever. Kissing
led to the woman telling him she was on her period, but would give him
a blow job, and her ass. Drunk and horny, King went along. Satisfied,
no longer horny, and his head clearing, King then realized that all was
not as it should be. Accusations, recriminations, shouting. King
quickly dressed and left, hoping that no one knew about the encounter.
After nearly a year he thought the incident was behind him. Indeed, he
had convinced himself it never happened?just a bad dream.
Now there was this video. And these three women. Why? If they wanted
his resignation, the lieutenant could have called him into her office,
shown the video, and presented his resignation papers. Disgraced and
ashamed, King would have left the office a civilian. But no one
mentioned resignation. And here he was before an Admiral!
He looked around at the three women. "I don't understand."
The dowager looked at the Admiral, then back to King. "My great-
grandson craves acceptance. He also craves punishment. He knows what
he is ... and he hates himself for being that way. So if you can show
acceptance of his ... his sexuality, as the psychiatrists put it ...
he'll come out of his condition sooner."
King wrinkled his brow. "Acceptance?"
"Yes. You see ... oh, how shall I put this?"
The Admiral took over. "Ensign, we want you to make love to Dame
DeLancey's great-grandson, much as you did in the video."
King nearly stood in horror. "No way!!!" He quickly rephrased it, "No
way, Ma'am!"
The Admiral leaned back in her chair and looked at Skeffler.
On cue, Skeffler explained. "Ensign King, the DeLanceys have long
served their country diplomatically. They have often placed their
lives at risk not only for their country, but for us. For several
generations. If this video became public knowledge, it would prove
embarrassing to the Delanceys, to both our governments, and to the
Navy. Embarrassing, but not fatally so.
"However, it would mean the end of your career. The video does not
cover your entire activity with Guy DeLancey, just the sexual portion.
You two were going at it hot and heavy for quite a while before you
ended up in that bedroom. Properly edited, the video can show that
you're a flaming fairy." Skeffler paused. "And it will follow you
your entire life ... made available to every potential employer ... to
your grandparents. You are their only grandchild. ..." She let her
voice trail off.
King looked at his feet again. Silence ruled the room. After what
seemed hours, but was in reality several very long minutes, he looked
at the Admiral. "What do I have to do?"
Everyone, indeed the room itself, sighed in relief. The Admiral spoke
for all of them. "Lt. Skeffler will instruct you."
With that, Skeffler rose and indicated that King should accompany her.
He stood, debated whether or not he should salute, and decided against
this. After all, what could they do to him, court-martial him for
insubordination?
* * *
Skeffler walked briskly, her heels tapping a tattoo on the linoleum as
she walked?marched?down the hall. King trailed her like a whipped
puppy. Having to stop at the elevator allowed him time to catch up.
As they entered the elevator, they exchanged glances. King thought he
saw a smirk on her face. They rode to the ground floor in silence.
Exiting the elevator, the same brisk pace was maintained. Only this
time, it was the doorway outside that permitted a change of pace, as
Skeffler stopped and waited for King to open the doors and hold them
open for her. Only when they reached the curb did she speak to him.
"How did you get here, Ensign?"
"You ... I mean ... the Navy sent a car."
"Hmm. Follow me. ... And stop looking at my legs."
King couldn't see the smile on her face as she walked away. He was
confused; he hadn't been looking at her legs. Now that she'd mentioned
them, it was the don't-think-of-a-white-horse command. Having been
told not to do something he had not done, now he couldn't help but do
it. And great legs they were! Shapely, long, graceful, rising to that
nice round ass that Black women have. For the first time King notice
that Sheffler was also tall, a little over six feet with the heels.
Skeffler led them to a dark blue sedan, regulation Navy, and got in on
the driver's side. She released the door lock on the passenger side
just as King reached it. As he got in, she spoke again.
"Where's your gear?"
"At the officer's billet, ma'am."
"Okay. We'll stop there first."
"First? Where are we going?"
"We're to be guests of the DeLanceys this weekend. If things work out,
we'll be there for a month."
Guests of the Delanceys. King wanted to ask what that meant, but
decided against it. Go with the flow, he thought. Go with the flow.
* * *
The drive to the estate on the Chesapeake the Delanceys were using took
a few hours. King hadn't been assigned quarters at the officer's
billet, so his gear was still in the storage area. It took only
minutes for him to get it and put it in the back and trunk of the
sedan. King noticed the envious grins, smirks, and smiles of the other
junior officers, realizing that none of them knew he was far from the
lucky stiff they thought he was, moving in with a statuesque superior
officer. On the way, Skeffler filled King in.
"Do you preferred to be called Ronald, Ron or Ronny?"
"Only my grandparents call me Ronald. ... Only my friends call me Ron
... And I haven't been called Ronny since 9th grade."
"Brrrr. Look, Ron," Skeffler emphasized his name. "You can offer your
resignation anytime. Of course you know what that means. The only
future you have in the Navy is to complete this assignment. So, do you
prefer to be called Ronald or Ron?"
"Ron, ma'am," he replied, surly.
"That's better. ... Slightly. My first name is Virginia. You will
call me Virginia, not "ma'am. Not Ginny, not Ms. Skeffler, not Lt.
Skeffler, not Lieutenant. When you are introduced to the DeLanceys,
you will meet Dame DeLancey again, grand matriarch of this family, whom
you will always address as 'Madam DeLancey.' Full title and surname
only.. She's the widow of Lord DeLancey, who died long before you were
born. Before I was born too. Maybe even before the Admiral was born.
You will always be formal and deferential to her, no matter what your
relations to other members of the family turn out to be. By the way,
whenever you're in the presence of the Admiral, you will address her as
'Admiral' or 'ma'am.' Preferably both. With either of them, if you
are seated when they enter, you will rise and remain standing until
they give you permission to sit. Being an officer and a gentleman, you
will always rise when a female enters any room you are in unless you
are dining. You will also consider anyone dressed as a woman as
female. That, of course, includes Daphne, which is what Guy DeLancey
is called when she is in drag. And she is always in drag. Any
questions, so far, Ron?"
Questions? Yeah! How did I get into this? How do I get out of it?
Why me? What happens after this assignment. Will he have a career
after this assignment? What's her role in this?his babysitter? King
merely said "Well, I do, but I can't think of them now. What else do I
need to know?"
Skeffler sighed inwardly. She was beginning to think that King would
either balk or bolt when they arrived at the estate. She felt a little
relieved. "The estate the DeLanceys are at is a Navy facility, hence
our involvement. Dame DeLancey's grandson, Sir Harold DeLancey, is on
a special mission for the Royal Navy, working with us, and both sides
of the pond felt that Daphne needed to be kept on a very short leash.
As well as her two sisters." Skeffler looked sideways to gauge King's
reaction. There was none.
"All three are in their twenties, all three are promiscuous as hell,
one of the girls with older men?father figures?the other with both
sexes. There may even be incest between them. Rumored, but not
proven. At least not to us colonials. When he is present, you will
call Sir Harold 'Sir Harold,' or 'Sir.' As with any senior officer?Sir
Harold is a captain in the Royal Navy?you will rise when he enters, not
sit without his permission, etc. Unless Dame DeLancey is present. She
rules the roost. Sir Harold's wife will be present most of the time.
You will address her as 'Lady DeLancey,' unless she instruct you
otherwise, which she probably will. Remember, the old broad is Dame
DeLancey, the middle-aged one is Lady DeLancey, and the daughters,
including Daphne, are Miss DeLancey. Got that?"
"Yes, ma' am."
"What was that, Ron?" Skeffler snapped, again emphasizing his name.
"Oh yeah, sorry. Yes, Virginia."
"Better. Repeat what I just told you."
"We're guests of the DeLancey family, at an estate that is Navy
property. Sir Harold DeLancey, a captain in the Royal Navy, is on some
hush-hush business with our boys. His grandmother, Dame DeLancey, is
also over here, with his wife, Lady DeLancey, and his children, Misses
DeLancey, one of whom is a queer who calls himself Daphne when in drag.
I'm supposed to fuck his brains out or be drummed out of the Navy."
Skeffler smiled to herself. At least he hasn't lost whatever sense of
humor he had. But I better wipe whatever insolence is still in him out
before we arrive at the estate.
"Not bad, Ron. You're a quick study. But you've got a chip on your
shoulder that you need to lose. You're to be Daphne's boyfriend, at
least for the weekend, hopefully the month. It's not like you'd hadn't
hit it already."
King turned to her. "Like I told you. I didn't know it was a guy. I
thought it was a woman."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Skeffler replied, briefly taking her eyes off the
road to look at him. "I believe you, Ron. But you did have sex with
her. And you need to start thinking of her and referring to her in the
female gender. You seemed to enjoy what you were doing. Orally and
anally. So enjoy her some more. She gives good head. She gives good
ass. She's passable as a woman. A young pretty woman. Just do her
like you did in Athens. Okay?"
"I don't know, ma' ... Virginia. I don't know. By the way, what
happened to the generation between Dame DeLancey and Sir Harold?"
"Family secrets, off limits, never bring it up. If they bring it up,
find some polite reason to exit." They finished the ride in silence.
* * *
The estate was called Captains' Landing, a former plantation fronting
on the bay with facilities for loading and unloading ships. The Navy
had modernized the place several times since acquiring it during the
First World War. The old plantation house, a Tudor-era English manor
house, served as the guest residence. Virginia pulled the car into the
car park which was once the stables. She led them to the front
entrance, where Navy enlisted personnel served as house servants. They
were ushered into a large drawing room where four women, one in
advanced middle age, the others in their twenties, were sitting. The
older woman rose as they entered and held out her arms to Virginia.
"Ginny, so nice to see you again," the woman gushed. "I'd requested
you as our liaison officer, you know."
The two women hugged each other momentarily, exchanging air kisses on
each cheek. "Yes, Lady Denise, the Admiral told me. I'm always happy
to serve you and your family."
Lady Denise smiled past her. "And who is this handsome young man?"
Virginia made the introduction. "Ron, Lady Denise DeLancey. Lady
Denise, Ensign Ronald King," she introduced the two.
"Pleasure to meet you, Ronald," Lady DeLancey said, extending her hand.
King shook it like a dead fish. Lady Denise turned and looked at
Daphne "You know my daughter, Daphne, already."
King blushed. He couldn't remember what Daphne looked like and didn't
know which of the daughters she was.
The tallest of the three stood up and walked over to them. "I don't
think Ronny remembers me, it was so long ago." She extended her hand,
which Ron also shook wanly. Comparing Daphne and her mother, they
looked like before and after photographs, what Lady Denise had looked
like about a quarter century ago, what Daphne would look like a quarter
century from now.
Lady Denise turned to the other two young women. "And this is my
daughter Deborah." The one closest to them nodded, but did not leave
her seat. "And this is my daughter Donna." The other woman smiled and
nodded. After the introductions were made, Lady Denise turned to
Daphne. "Well, Daphne, I'm sure you two would love to get
reacquainted."
Daphne took Ronald's hand and led them outside. Once clear of the
doors and the servants, she turned to Ronald. "Look, Ronny. .."
"I prefer Ron," Ron corrected her.
"Alright ... Ron. I'm a little confused here. You know what I am.
The last time we saw each other you were not too pleased about that.
If I remember correctly, you called me a fag, a queer, a fairy, a
sissy, a pervert, maybe other things, I'm not sure. But I do remember
you storming out of our ... my bedroom leaving me quite devastated ...
like I didn't deserve to live."
Ron found it difficult to face her. When he did, he couldn't help but
notice that in the daylight she was even more pretty than at the hotel.
Looking at her he found it difficult to imagine her anything other than
the attractive young woman she appeared to be.
"I'm not going to lie to you. I said those things, and I believed
them. In fact, I still do."
"Then why are you here?"
"Your family is very influential. I don't know whether or not you know
it, but your hotel room was bugged. Everything we did is on a tape or
a CD somewhere. Your great-grandmother has ..."
"Damn!" Daphne hissed. "That woman! She spends most of her time
running ... no ruining ... our lives." She glared hard at King.
"What's her plan this time?"
"This time?" King asked confused.
Daphne looked around. "Let's walk toward the water." She put her arm
in Ron's like they were old lovers and steered them down the path
toward the bay. At wharfside, she found a bench where they could stare
across the water, certain that no one was in earshot of them. Seated,
she turned toward him, her hands grasping his, her nails digging into
his skin. To someone watching at a distance, it looked like two young
lovers, a Naval officer and his pretty girlfriend, enjoying each
others' company.
"Okay, Ronald," she began. "I know what I am. Most of the things you
called me are true. Hurtful, but true. Your calling me those things
made me look at myself as I really am. Daphne, a woman. Not Guy. And
not a guy. Daphne, daughter of Sir Harold and Lady Denise DeLancey,
great-granddaughter of Lord DeLancey." Again, the skipped generation.
"So why are you here?"
"Your grand ... great-grandmother, Dame DeLancey, right?" Daphne
nodded. "Well she said you sort of went off the ... deep ... end.
That you needed me to uh ... uh ... accept you for what you are ... and
... that ... uh ... uh ... being your boyfriend while you were over
here would ... uh ... do that."
Daphne released his hands and sat back on the bench, her arms folded
beneath her bustline. Ron rubbed the indentations on his hands,
surprised she hadn't drawn blood.
"So you're to be my boyfriend, uh?"
"Yeah, I guess that's the ... plan, as you say."
"So now you're into sissies, uh?"
"No." Ron said rather emphatically.
"Then why are you here?"
"Like I said, your great-grandmother has pull. And the tapes of us in
Athens. Either I'm your boyfriend while your family is over here, or
I'm a disgraced sailor booted out of the Navy for being gay. Like it
or not, I'm your boyfriend." A thought then popped into his head.
"Unless you don't want me to be."
Daphne couldn't miss the hope in his voice. Nor suppress the urge to
destroy it. "Oh, no, Ronny, my beloved. You're my boyfriend and I'm
your girlfriend. In every way." She then leaned over and kissed him
fully on the lips.
King instinctively resisted, but his brain overcame his instincts. He
relaxed and let Daphne kiss him, although he resisted her tongue in his
mouth. For her part she made it a really messy kiss, smearing both her
lips and his with her lipstick. Breaking off the kiss, she stood and
held her hands out to him. "You know we're being watched," she smiled
snidely at him. Reluctantly he took her hands and stood. She linked
arms with him again and guided them back towards the manor house.
As they entered, the staff smirked at them. King wondered how much
they knew. When they entered the drawing room, only Deborah and Donna
was there. Both looked at the couple wide-eyed. Deborah spoke for
both of them. "Daphne, you really should do something about your
makeup."
King turned to look at one of the several mirrors along the walls of
the room. His mouth was covered with Daphne's lipstick, while hers was
smeared. His face was in shock, hers was smiling.
"Later, sister dear," Daphne cooed. "Ronny is my boyfriend for the
month. Courtesy of dear great-grandmama. We're going to my room where
I can give him a proper girlfriend welcome."
Before he could think or reply, King felt himself being guided out of
the room and upstairs.
* * *
Daphne's room was the epitome of femininity. Or gayness. Everything
was pastel. Pastel pink, pastel green, pastel blue, and, yes, pastel
lavender. Everything was bordered in white lace. The only thing solid
were the drapes, which when closed could plunge the room into midnight.
Daphne practically had to pull King into the room. She quickly closed
the door and stood with her back to it, like some 1930s Hollywood drama
about the Old South. She waited as King apprised himself of his
situation. Realizing he was trapped, he turned to face her,
apprehension on his face. She walked over to him, put her arms around
his neck and kissed him again. Again, King instinctively resisted,
then thought better of it. As he got into it, he realized Daphne was a
pretty good kisser!
After King relented, Daphne stepped back and brought her hands to his
face. "You know, Ronny, you are handsome." She slowly squatted,
letting her hands trail down the jacket of his uniform until they
reached his pants. She deftly unfastened him, then pulled his pants
then his Y-fronts down to his ankles. His dick was soft. She frowned.
"Don't look like you're happy to see me."
King looked down at the top of her head. "I'm sorry. ..It's ... just
... that"
Daphne ignored him. She cupped his balls and took the flaccid head
into her mouth. She sucked on it gently, tonguing the pee slit, then
mouthing the entire cock. Slowly Ron responded, reaching his full six
and a half inches. Proud of her work, she looked at him. "Time to
make me your girlfriend, boyfriend."
She unlaced his shoes and removed first one, having him step out of his
pants and skivvies, then the other. Standing, she looked at him, then
raised her eyebrows. King began unfastening the jacket. As he did so,
Daphne removed her dress, revealing her long-line bra, garter belt,
panties, and stockings. She removed her panties, then laid on her back
on the bed. King finished removing his jacket, shirt and T-shirt,
leaving only his socks on, like a post-war porn star. He looked at
her, confused that she was on her back.
Daphne noted the confusion. "If I'm your girlfriend, Ronny, then I'm
your woman. Take me like a woman."
Ron wasn't sure what to do, or to expect. In spite of her face and the
lingerie, there was still her dick laying there. Ron climbed on the
bed, then between her legs. She grabbed hold of his prick and guided
it into her. "Lay down on top of me," she commanded. He did so. She
wrapped her legs and arms around him, digging her heels into his ass.
"You're not getting off of me until you cum inside of me," she
whispered as she tightened herself around him. It took over an hour of
their kissing and rubbing against each other, but Ron finally became
Daphne's boyfriend.
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