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Detective's Blues - Chapter Fifteen I woke up alone. My head was fuzzy with sleep, and I wasn't quite sure where I was. I stretched lazily, my breasts shifting from side to side as I moved. As I snuggled back into the warm blankets, I became aware of a gentle rocking motion. I lay there yawning as it all slowly came flooding back to me. I used to be a man, but thanks to the memory transfer devise, I was now a woman. I was on board a container ship, steaming away from the island of Jamaica through the warm waters of the Caribbean. And last night after a little too much wine I had gone to bed with the all too handsome Will Humphrey. I slowly got up off the mattress and tried to work the kinks out of my muscles as I stumbled to the bathroom, exhausted. Will hadn't let me get much sleep last night. He would wake me up, his lips sucking at my nipples, his hands roaming over my body. He'd roll me to my back, climb between my wide spread legs and sink his thick penis deep inside of my welcoming vagina. He would bring me to several earth shattering orgasms before he would dump yet another load of cum deep inside of my belly. Then I would snuggle back into his strong arms and drift off to sleep, only to be woken a short time later by his lips on my skin and his fully erect penis insistently poking into my bare behind. I flicked on the light as I entered, and a vision of polished brass and gleaming marble greeted my bleary eyes. I noticed with some chagrin that Will's bathroom was just a little bit bigger than the tiny cabin I was supposed to be sleeping in. The floor was tiled with large flagstones of polished white marble on top of which were mounted a toilet, a whirlpool bath that could seat two, a separate shower stall and an elegant double white marble sink. I sat on the toilet to pee, then gently patted my sore, well used vagina dry with some toilet paper. Wearily rising to my feet, I made my way to the big glass enclosed shower. Leaning my forehead against the cool glass, I let the hot water wash over my body for a good long while before I finally found the energy to scrub myself with a soapy washcloth and wash my hair. Feeling somewhat invigorated, I dried off, wrapped a towel around my wet hair and headed back out into Will's bedroom. The room was large and richly appointed. It was at least ten times the size of my own tiny cabin, paneled with dark hard wood and carpeted with a thick shag rug that my feet seemed to sink into. After a little searching I found my underthings by the bed where Will had tossed them after pulling them from my body. I stepped into my panties and pulled them up my legs as I had a look around. The king size bed sat in one corner, and across from that in a small alcove was a desk on which a computer screen and keyboard sat. A few book shelves, a small table, a big screen TV, several couches and a stereo cabinet were scattered about the remainder of the big room. From the walls hung several beautiful oil paintings of ships and the sea, and over the desk hung several framed pieces of paper. I settled my large breasts into the cups of my bra and hooked the back as I examined the framed paperwork. According to one, he was a graduate of the Naval Academy in Annapolis. Another framed letter announced his retirement from the military with full honors, while a third was a United States Cost Guard license issued to one William O. Humphrey, Ship's Master. I went back to the bathroom and found a hairbrush. As I laboriously brushed out my unruly hair and tied it back into a neat pony tail, I thought about last night. It was kind of confusing, really. I knew in my heart of hearts that I loved James and wanted to be with only him, but it had been so easy to fall into the Will's strong arms. Even now, as worn out as I was, my lower belly shivered with pleasure at the thought of what we had been doing after the lights had gone out. It was almost enough to make a girl's head spin. James currently occupied the ship's sick bay. He was very ill, but he was in competent hands and had the constitution of a ox. I knew that he would eventually pull through, and it made me sick to think that he might find out about my infidelity when he finally left his hospital bed. I stepped into my wrinkled sun dress and zipped up the back as I wondered about Captain Humphrey and the promise he'd made to me last night. Would he do as I'd asked, and end our affair the moment I asked him to? I'd tried to resist the captain's advances in the beginning, but the female body that Janet Washington had gifted me with had a mind of it's own when it came to it's sexual urges. To make matters worse, Jim had noticed my attraction to the captain and had urged me to give in. According to him, we were at the Captain's mercy while we were at sea and that encouraging his affections would only ensure that the four of us make it safely home to Washington DC. Unfortunatley, Jim was absolutely right. I couldn't allow my feelings of guilt or regret to get in the way of our best interests. This affair that I'd started would have to continue, at least until James got better. Then I could only hope that Will would honor his promise to me and break things off quickly and quietly. I opened the door to the cabin and cautiously poked my head outside. All I saw was a dimly lit corridor with no one in sight. Seeing that the coast was clear, I ducked out the door and quickly walked away. If any rumors got started, I didn't want it to be because of me. I'd only gone a short distance when I heard a door just ahead of me opening. I ducked back behind a pile of boxes and hid. I peaked around the pile and was surprised to see Allie, wrapped up in the arms of Mr. Sherman, the Captain's Chief Mate! Their lips were locked together, his big black hands grabbing her shapely ass cheeks, her body grinding against his as their tongues did battle. She seemed disappointed when he finally released her, and with a fond pat to her derriere he went back inside and closed the door. Allie had exchanged her form fitting blue tube dress from last night for a pair of small, tight denim shorts and a pink bikini bra top which barely contained her large breasts. I watched for a moment as she walked away, wondering what was going on. What had she been doing with Mr. Sherman? I pulled off my shoes and left my hiding place, shoes in one hand as I hurried after her on bare, silent feet. I quietly shadowed her for a bit, taking in her spectacular female form. I savored the sight of the small, tight shorts that barely contained her shapely young ass and the long blonde hair that cascaded down her slim, sexy back. You'd never have known that inside of that sexy package was trapped the mind of Alphonso Tortelli, former tough guy and all around shithead. The two inch wooden heels on her delicate feet drummed a beat on the metal deck as she walked, her hips swaying from side to side in an unspoken invitation that I longed to accept. My poor tired vagina that had been so thoroughly ravaged just last night moistened at the thought of what I'd like to do to her. Somehow, it was comforting to know that even though I was no longer a man, I still found the female form to be attractive. "Hey, Allie! What's up?" I asked, finally catching up to her. She jumped, clearly startled. "Why did I see you coming out Mr. Sherman's cabin just now?" I demanded. "We haven't had a case of loose lips, have we?" "No, of course not! I'd never tell anyone, Janet!" she insisted, her head swiveling to the right and left to make sure that no one was near. "Then please explain why he was kissing you," I asked. "I...I guess he was just saying...thank you?" she replied somewhat hesitantly, her face turning red. She tried walk away from me but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Pushing her up against the wall, I sharply asked, "Thank you for what?" "Um....well...," said Allie, her eyes cast down. "It was all Jim's idea, you see. He.. he took me, well, to visit Mr. Sherman in his cabin and..and.." She faltered, unable to continue. She was clearly embarrassed about something. "Come on, spit it out! What did he make you to do?" I demanded, my curiosity piqued. "He made me to give him a blow job." she said softly, refusing to meet my eyes. "What?" I blurted out in surprise, half amused, half baffled "Jim made you suck Mr. Sherman's cock?" Not that I minded Allie being taken down a peg or two, but why would Jim do that? "Yes," she continued, her voice thick with emotion. "Jim told me he wanted to go for a walk this morning. H...he told me wear these clothes and...and he didn't tell me what he had planned until we got to Mr. Sherman's cabin. When he told me what he wanted me to do...I...I begged him not to make me do it, but he threatened to paddle me again if I didn't. And I don't want him to paddle me any more. He's mean, and he's very strong." I had to agree with her on that point. Jim Arlington was now in Alphonso's brawny male form, and I knew from past experience that he had a strong sadistic streak running through him. "He left me there with Mr. Sherman, and then...I...I had to suck his..." She stopped, her eyes filling with tears. "C'mon now, don't cry, Allie. It couldn't have been that bad. I'm sure you've sucked Jim's cock several times by now. How much different could sucking Mr. Sherman's cock have been? Is it because he's black?" The first tear ran down her cheek as she shook her blonde head and said, "I..It's nothing like that. It's just that, well, I kinda figured that when I was sucking Jim's cock, I really was just sucking my own. So it technically wasn't a gay act, right? But sucking another man's cock, oh god,...it...it's just so wrong." "You don't say," I replied, amused by her logic. "But as wrong as you think it may have been, I'll bet you still enjoyed yourself, didn't you? Be honest with me, now. I'm sure that Mr. Sherman will tell the truth even if you don't." From past experience, I kind of already knew what her answer would be. But it was still amusing to watch her face as it turned red with shame. "No, I mean, yes, I mean, oh, God, Janet, it's like I couldn't control myself!" she confessed in a rush, the tears beginning to fall in earnest. "It was so weird! As soon as he gave me a kiss, I threw myself on him like a starving dog after a bone!" She threw her arms around me, put her pretty head on my shoulder and began to sob. I somehow managed to stifle my laughter as I returned her embrace. Her answer and her reaction to what she had done were really no surprise. After all, I'd witnessed Jim's adventures in Charlotte Brasswell's curvy body and I had experience the exact same kind of situations myself. Now that she'd come down from the hormonal 'high' that Mr. Sherman's close presence had brought on, her male mind found the memory of his cock spurting copious amounts of cum into her slurping mouth to be troubling. Unfortunately for her, Allie still didn't quite understand the position she was in. Now that her mind had been placed inside of a woman's body, she would be having powerful urges to do things that no straight man would ever think of doing. The unfamiliar cocktail of female hormones that her mind was stewing in saw to that. While I did like the fact that my former tormentor was confused and humiliated, she was not going to be of any use to Jim or I if she was an emotional mess. I patted her on the back and whispered to her in a soothing tone, hoping to calm her down. "Hey, it's no big deal, sweetie. You're a woman now, a beautiful young woman. And women need men, men to hold them and kiss them and have sex with them. It's a time honored tradition that's as old as the world. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's perfectly natural and it can be very pleasurable." "But...but I'm not really a girl," she sobbed, her tears dripping onto my shoulder. "Sure you are, honey," I whispered into her ear as I gently stroked her hair. "I know that you want to think and act like you're still a man, but you've got to face facts. You're now a healthy young girl with needs and desires. Your body knows what it wants, so just let go of this silly male pride of yours and get with the program." She didn't reply, just cried as I did my best to comfort her. The tears slowed after a few minutes, and she finally lifted her head from my shoulder. "I know you're right, Janet. But it's so damn confusing. It's like all the rules have changed and everything that I've ever been taught is wrong!" I smiled at her and wiped the last of the tears from her eyes. She looked so sad, so cute and so damn hot. I stifled a sudden impulse to kiss her bee stung lips. "Since you and Jim put me in this body, I've done things I would never have done while I was a man," she confessed. "I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't help myself! I lose control and the next thing I know I'm having absolutely mind blowing sex and experiencing intense, over the top orgasms. And I think that's what scares me the most, Janet. I'm afraid that if I do let go like you say, I might like it so much that I'd never want to go back!" I finally gave in to my urges and gave her a kiss. Her lips were soft, and they clung to mine. When I finally pulled back from her, I could see the questions bubbling up behind her bright blue eyes. "Shhhh, shhhh, that's why you're so tied up in knots," I whispered before she could give them voice. Don't think about in, just give in. If it feels good, why fight it?" My lips returned to hers, and she gave a needy whimper as her mouth sucked at mine. We kissed with a passion that only men starved for the soft touch of a woman would be able to. I think we would have gotten carried away and gone at it right then and there if some one hadn't slammed shut a door down the hallway from us. Startled by the noise, we sprang apart as if stung. Realizing that no one was coming, we both started to giggle. "C'mon," I said, taking her hand in mine. "Lets head back to our cabins. I need to change clothes." She noticed the wrinkled dress I was wearing for the first time as we walked. "That's what you had on last night, isn't it? Where did you spend the night?" "I don't kiss and tell," I said with a wink. "It was the captain, wasn't it?" she demanded. "He was all over you at dinner last night." I didn't reply, I just gave her a sly smile that spoke volumes. We walked in silence for a while as she mulled it over. "He's a very attractive man, Janet," she said thoughtfully. "You know, I never really thought that men could be considered attractive before, but now it's like someone has thrown a switch inside of my head. Isn't that weird?" I gave her hand a squeeze. "Not at all. It's what I've been telling you. You're going to be seeing a lot of things in a different light." We separated with a kiss and I went into my cabin while Allie entered the one she shared with Jim. Alone, the first thing I did was open the small safe that was bolted to the floor of the closet. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I saw that the stun gun and the memory transfer device were still there. With the device in our possession, my dreams of revenge against Rocco Tortelli, William Herndon and Janet Washington finally had a chance of coming true. I relocked the safe, removed my sundress and looked over the selection of clean clothes that remained in the suitcase. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to choose from. We'd left all of our luggage behind on the island, and had only brought a few changes of clothes. I was going to need either a washing machine or some new clothes, and quickly. I finally decided on a white bra and panty set, the same short white shorts that I'd worn yesterday, and a forest green halter top that left my flat, toned midriff bare. I carefully applied some eyeliner, mascara and lipstick and looked myself over in the mirror. There was no denying that I, or should I say Janet Washington, was a stunner. The light brown complexion, large, firm breasts, a toned waistline that flared into lush, feminine hips and her long and shapely legs were what had attracted me to her in the first place. At the time, I'd only wanted to wanted to fuck her, not become her. But after being inside of Janet Washington's curvy female body for the past several weeks, I wouldn't have traded back for all the money in the world. I finally pulled myself away from the mirror and stepped up to the door between the two units and pressed my ear to the wood. I could hear Jim and Allie on the other side, arguing about something. I knocked on the door and then opened it, not waiting for permission. The scene before me was not at all what I had been expecting. Jim was seated on a chair, and Allie lay across his lap. Her arms were secured behind her back with chrome handcuffs, and her denim shorts were down around her ankles. He nodded to me as I stepped inside. The bright red stripes on her delectable white behind gave evidence to the fact that Jim was in the middle of giving her a spanking. Not wanting to interrupt, I sat on the bed and watched. "We're supposed to be a team, Allie, and we've all got our chores to do," he said, continuing his lecture from where I had interrupted, cracking the doubled up leather belt across her bottom to emphasize what he was saying. "Janet is taking care of the captain and keeping him happy so he won't have any reason to call the cops. My job is watching you and making sure you do what you're told. And your job is to do whatever I tell you, no questions asked. Do you understand?" "Yes," she sobbed as the belt smacked across her tender young ass yet again. "And don't think I haven't noticed how much you enjoy doing it. When we're in bed together, I couldn't pay you to stop you from sucking my cock. And you didn't exactly push Mr. Sherman away, did you now? You loved gobbling up spunk, and you don't care where it comes from. Isn't that right?" "No! It's not..." she panted, only to desperately recant her statement a moment later when the belt hit her twice in in quick succession. The sound of the leather striking her soft flesh was loud in the small room. "Yes, I'm sorry, yes you're right, please, please stop!" She begged hysterically, but I saw no mercy in Jim's eyes. "You probably want to suck my cock right now, don't you?" demanded Jim. "No..," she began, but the belt fell across her tender behind with a loud report and she quickly changed her mind. "Yes, yes, I do! I do!" Whack! "Are you sure?" asked Jim. Whack! "Yes, please, let me suck your cock, please!" Allie's eyes rolled around in her head with pain and fear. "If you want to suck my dick, then repeat after me: I am a cum guzzling little tramp who loves to suck cock." "I..I'm a cum guzzling little tramp who loves to suck cock," she repeated. "Again, and louder!" demanded Jim, giving her a final stroke across her tender behind, the blow sounding like a gunshot in the small cabin. "I'm a cum guzzling little tramp who loves to suck cock!" she screamed. "Then get down on your knees and do what you do best," said Jim as he unceremoniously dumped her off of his lap. She struggled to her knees as Jim unzipped his pants, allowing his thick Italian salami to fall out into her face. Allie quickly slurped the penis into her mouth, her arms bound behind her back, her head bobbing energetically onto his erection. I watched her taking more and more of Jim's big, thick penis down her throat until her lips were buried in his pubic hair. Jim grabbed the back of her head and held it in place as his hips began to pump against her face. A few short minutes later he came with a groan, squirting his load down Allie's throat and directly into her stomach. He released his grip on her head, and Allie quickly pulled back and gasped for air. Jim's cock jerked twice more as two final streams of semen shot from the tip of his glistening penis and splattered onto her spit soaked face. Allie just knelt there helplessly, dazed, trying to catch her breath as Jim's sperm began to drip down her face. Jim leaned forward, grabbed Allie by a fistful of her long hair and demanded, "Now tell me again, what are you?" "I..I'm a cum guzzling little tramp that loves to suck cock," she said sadly. "Good girl," said Jim with a harsh chuckle, pulling on her hair until their faces where just inches apart. "Until we find my original body that your dickhead Uncle stole from me, you're going to be my personal property. So you had best do exactly what I tell you to do or else I'm going to be paddling you day and night." Tears streaming down her cum glazed face, she nodded and said, "Yes, Yes I understand." "Good. And just so you won't forget who's in charge while you're off with Mr. Sherman, I'm going to give you a little reminder to take with you. Now get back up here on my lap." Turning towards me, he said "Hand me that oil on the bed, would you, Janet?" I turned and looked. A brand new bottle of baby oil lay there on the pillow, and next to it lay a rather large butt plug. I picked up the bottle and handed it to Jim, who gave me a wink. After Allie had obediently climbed into position across Jim's lap, he popped off the cap and drizzled the oil into the crack of her ass. Setting the bottle to the side, he slowly ran his index finger around the outside of her little pink anus several times before he began to slowly push it inside. Allie jerked and groaned as he pushed his finger in all the way to his knuckle. "Just relax," ordered Jim as he pushed a second finger into her ass. "This is going to happen whether you like it or not. If you struggle it will only hurt more." Jim continued to add more oil and work his fingers in and out of her behind until he felt she had loosened up enough. When he pointed towards the plug, I handed that to him as well. After generously coating it with oil, he placed the tip against her hole and slowly began to push. I watched, amazed at the elasticity of her sphincter as the plug slowly sank inside of her. She groaned in pain as the widest portion of the plug stretched her hole to the breaking point, and then it all but disappeared from sight except for the flared base which nestled neatly between the cheeks of her ass. Jim unlocked the handcuffs and said, "There you go, Allie. Now pull up your pants and go fix your face. You've got things to do." Allie slowly got to her feet and pulled up her shorts. Her eyes avoided mine, clearly humiliated beyond belief and disconcerted by the large plug that was now lodged inside of her rectum. I sat down on the bed next to Jim. "Just what is it that you're having her do now?" I whispered when she'd stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. "And why did you make her suck Mr. Sherman's cock?" A guilty grin appeared on his face as he thought about how best to answer me. "Well, it's like this, Janet. We're very short on money. I spent every bit of cash that we had to pay for the tickets for this boat. And I maxed out all of Allie's credit cards renting the pickup and buying all the clothes and stuff we needed for this trip. And once we get to Miami, we're going to need some money for plane tickets, taxis, food, bus fare, you name it. So last night, when I was talking to Mr. Sherman, I came up with an idea on how we could make some extra cash." "And how are we going to do that?" I asked, still not sure what he was talking about. That guilty grin appeared again. "Well, just think about it, Janet. There are twenty five horny sailors on this ship, all of them equipped with wallets full of cash and nothing to spend it on. And in there," he said, gesturing towards the bathroom, "we've got a beautiful blonde with big titties who will do just about anything we tell her to." "Wait a minute," I said, shocked by the implications of what I had just heard. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Jim's grin widened. "Yes, I am. Allie is about to embark on a new career. She's going to become a professional cocksucker. With Mr. Sherman's help, I'm gonna be pimping out Allie's mouth for the remainder of our voyage." My jaw dropped at the news. "Mr. Sherman has agreed to help out for a free blow job whenever he feels the need," Jim continued. "He's spreading the word among the crew and he's lining up a private room for Allie where she can meet with lonely guys and give them some much needed relief. I've set the rate at one hundred dollars per blow job. I think that should keep Allie occupied for the rest of the trip and keep you and me in the money. He noticed the shocked look on my face and asked, "You're not mad, are you?" "Mad at you? Of course not. I could never be mad at you, Jim." I gave him a kiss on the lips, happy that not only was Allie being put in her place, but she would be earning us some much needed money for our eventual return to Washington, DC. "So she's only going to be giving head?" I asked, curious. "We could make more if she went all the way, don't you think?" "No, just hummers. It'll make us enough money to get back to DC and then some. It's just that I don't feel like following twenty other guys when I want to break myself off a piece, if you know what I mean. So that fine little ass of her's is reserved for my own personal use." The thought of the baptismal of fire that Allie was about to be going through gave me a thrill of pleasure along with a small tinge of regret. Alphonso Tortelli had been a real bastard as a man, and I delighted in her comeuppance. But common decency made me ask, "What are you doing to safe guard her? We don't need some drunken sailor beating her up or raping her." "Like I said, Mr. Sherman and I got it all worked out," Jim assured me. "Any sailor who wants to get a blow job will have to be freshly showered, and there will be a strict no touching policy. Sherman's lined up a room with a couple of couches in it for her clients to sit on, and a nice thick rug for her to kneel on. She'll blow ten guys every day, five in the morning and five in the afternoon. Me or Mr. Sherman would be present at all times, and anyone who acts up will be banned from any future fun and games." Allie finally emerged from the bathroom, tears and semen cleaned off and her cosmetics artfully applied to her pretty, pouting face. "There you go, baby! You look great! Now why don't you take that sweet little ass of yours on over to the Recreation Room. You're supposed to meet Mr. Sherman there in ten minutes," suggested Jim. "I'll go with you," I said. The sick bay was on the way, and I needed to see James and find out how he was doing. Once we were out of earshot of the cabin, Allie grabbed my hand and pleaded, "You can't expect me to go through with this, Janet. It's humiliating!" I had to agree with her on that. Just a few short days ago I had been forced to fellate three men in a row in the back room of Ted Phillip's Jamaican mansion. Humiliation hadn't even begun to describe my feelings as I'd been forced to blow them one after another, swallowing everything that they had to give. I felt her pain, but I had to remind myself once again that my personal feelings should not be allowed to cloud my judgment. I couldn't undermine Jim just because I felt sorry for her. He was essentially my partner in all of this, and we needed to work together. Luckily, my knowledge of police work prepared me for what I needed to do. I would have to employ the oldest trick in the book, the good cop/bad cop routine. Jim, of course, would be the bad cop, and I would be the good cop who took pity on poor Allie. "I'm sorry, Allie," I began. "Jim is doing this for your own good. If we can't get back to DC, you'll never get your body back. You do want to be a man again, don't you?" She nodded emphatically. "Of course I do, Janet," she whined. "But isn't there some other way?" "No," I replied firmly. "And if you don't do what you're told, Jim is going to beat your ass black and blue, and there isn't a thing I can do to stop it. And I couldn't bear to have that to happen to you, Allie." I caressed her cheek with my hand before I pulling her close and giving her a kiss. She passionately returned it, pressing her body against mine. "Just do what Jim says, and everything will be okay," I said when our lips finally parted. "It won't be as bad as you think, and I don't want you getting hurt. If there was any other way, I wouldn't allow him to do this, but there isn't. Okay?" I whispered softly, giving her clinging lips a final kiss before I gently pushed her away. She mutely nodded and then meekly followed me as I led the way to the recreation room. We found Mr. Sherman lounging in a doorway down the hall from the recreation room. He wore a pair of khaki slacks and a white tee shirt that was stretched tight across his muscular physique. He was a very good looking guy, with high, sculpted cheekbones, full lips and a strong chin. His skin was burned to a deep black by a lifetime of tropical sun, and he smiled at me with even white teeth as I led Allie to him. I gave him a wink as I waved goodbye. Her eyes looked back at me with remorse as he led her into the room by her hand. Before he closed the door I saw several men already seated on a couch, waiting for her. I smiled to myself. She would be getting the same education that I'd received at the hands of all the rough, strong males I'd known since I'd become a woman. I hesitantly walked into the sickbay to see James, afraid of what I would find. James lay there in his hospital bed, just as he had the day before. An IV was in one arm and an oxygen tube ran to his nose. His chest gently rose and fell, but his eyes did not open when I picked up his hand and squeezed it hard. "You'll be happy to know that his condition is much improved," said Lynne, the ship's resident medic. "His blood pressure is at an acceptable level, and his breathing isn't as labored. It's just a matter of time before he regains consciousness." She handed me a box of tissues, and left the room to give us some privacy. I used one to wipe away the tears that had gathered in the corners of my eyes. He had always been so strong, and to see him like this just wrenched my heart. I stayed with him for an hour or so, holding his hand and talking to him in a low voice, telling him about what Jim and I had been doing since we'd left Jamaica. Eventually, the growls in my belly finally reminded me that I hadn't eaten breakfast, so I gave James a kiss on his cheek before I headed towards the galley. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky as I climbed up the steep companionway stairs to the main deck, hoping that I wasn't too late for a cup of coffee and some eggs. I made my way towards the command tower, avoiding the huge piles of red, blue, green and yellow containers lashed to the deck. I paused at the railing for a moment and breathed in the fresh salt air before I stepped inside. Jim had beaten me there. He sat with the Captain and several of his crew, his plate piled high with pancakes, eggs, sausage and hash browns. The men rose from their seats when I arrived, and Will helped me with my chair. I ordered two eggs sunny side up, a piece of whole wheat toast and a cup of coffee. I listened to the conversation between the Captain and his men as I sipped at my coffee and ate my eggs. My ears perked up when I heard Captain Humphrey say that we would reach Grand Cayman Island late that afternoon. "We should pull into port around five o'clock," said the Captain. "We've gotta unload about ten containers of toilet paper and three of soda pop." "Will we be able to go ashore, Captain?" I asked eagerly. I was running out of clothes, and there were so many other items that I had left in Jamaica that needed to be replaced. Allie was in the same boat, so to speak. "Sorry, Miss Washington," the Captain replied. "We're behind schedule and we'll only be there a short time. As soon as we're unloaded we'll be leaving for Haiti." I tried to hide my disappointment as I finished off my eggs. The others finished up their breakfasts and left, leaving the Captain alone with me. He smiled as he reached across the table and gave my hand a squeeze. "Lets step outside and get some fresh air," he suggested. We left the galley and walked slowly towards the stern of the ship, making small talk and enjoying each others company. He led me to the railing, and we stood there and held hands as we watched the sea birds following in our wake, picking at the scraps of our breakfast being thrown overboard by the cook and his helper. "You wore me out, baby," he whispered so that the cook couldn't hear him. "I can barely keep awake." "Don't blame me," I whispered back. "You're the one that kept waking me up. You and your raging erection." "I can't help it. You are a walking hard on, girl. Your body, your face, you're so beautiful. A man would have to be dead not to react to it." I tried not to smile. His crude yet kind words were making the butterflies zoom around in my tummy. "In fact, you're giving me an erection right now," he continued. Intrigued and just a little bit turned on, I reached down and slowly ran my hand across the front of his pants. Sure enough, the outline of his hard penis was straining against the fabric. It got longer and harder as I slowly ran my hand along it's length. I knew that I couldn't let him return to work in this condition. For all intents and purposes, as long as this boat ride continued and James was still in the sick bay I was his girlfriend. And as such, he would be expecting certain things from me. An idea suddenly popped into my head, and my mouth watered in anticipation of what I would need to do. "Poor baby," I whispered teasingly as I continued to massage his growing erection. "You've gotten all stiff. If you know of somewhere private we can go, I'll suck your cock for you. Would you like that?" With a silly, shit eating grin on his face, the Captain took me by the hand and led me to a nearby storage room. Once inside his arms wrapped around me, and I snuggled into his embrace, my arms looping around his thick neck. His mouth descended onto mine and I thrilled to the sensation of his tongue delving into my mouth. I didn't stop to think about the fact that I was a man trapped inside of a woman's body. Kissing this handsome man just as passionately as he was kissing me just seemed like the natural thing to do. When his lips finally left mine, I helped him unbuckled his belt, pushed down his pants down and got down on my knees on the cold metal floor. He leaned against the wall as I grasped his thick penis in my small hand and gave the fat head of his cock a wet, sloppy kiss. He gasped with pleasure at my touch. I began to stroke the thick shaft as I leaned my head back and looked up at him. "Do you remember earlier when I asked if we could go ashore when we reached Grand Cayman ?" I asked, my hand continuing to slide up and down his rigid pole. I gave his penis another kiss, my lips lingering on the head as my tongue delved into the his pee slit, gathering up all the pre-cum that had accumulated there. "I...I'm sorry babe," the captain panted. "We're behind schedule, and we need to make up time where ever we can." I looked up into his eyes, my lips just brushing against the head of his cock as I begged, "Please, we need to do a little shopping. We didn't bring enough clothes to last the trip. Can't you make an exception just this one time? For me?" My tongue swirled around and around the head of his penis as I gazed up at him pleadingly. "I..I guess...maybe...maybe just this once," he groaned. "Do you promise?" I asked. "I...I promise!" he stuttered, and as a reward I slowly fed the plump head of his cock into my warm, wet mouth. Triumphantly, eagerly, I began to worship every inch of his ebony shaft with my lips and tongue. I was only a poor, frail woman, and Will Humphrey may have been the big, strong Captain of this ship, but I was discovering to my delight that I had certain amount of control over the Captain, the kind that only a woman could have. His penis was hard and very appetizing, and I swallowed it down to the pit of my throat while the Captain serenaded me with his moans of pleasure. Up and down, up and down, up and down went my head, bobbing on his hard shaft as I gently kneaded his ball sac, trying to tease out the pearly white fluids inside. After several minutes he paid me for my hard work with a grunt as the first spurt of his thick, salty semen hit the roof of my mouth. As I swallowed it, several more gushers burst from the head of his penis and into my slurping mouth. I tried to drink it all down like the good little girl I had become, but some leaked past my lips and dribbled down my chin. I licked his cock clean and helped him to pull up his pants and zip himself shut. The captain headed back to the bridge, well satisfied, while I returned to my cabin. I was in need of a nap. I was exhausted, worn to a frazzle by the stress of the last few days and still suffering from a severe lack of sleep. As I stripped down to my underwear, I heard noises coming from the adjoining room. Specifically, it sounded like a bed rhythmically hitting the wall. My curiosity piqued, I slowly opened the door adjoining the two units and peeked inside. I saw Allie kneeling on the bed, her ass in the air and her head on a pillow. Beside her on the bed lay the butt plug that Jim had inserted into her rectum a few short hours ago. Jim knelt behind her, his cock thrusting rhythmically into her shapely ass. Allie yelped and moaned, her teeth biting the pillow and her fingers twisting the bedsheets as Jim thrust his thick penis deep inside of her rectum. I watched them for a few moments before I quietly shut the door and lay down on my bed. I listened to their moans and the creaking of their bed as my hand crept between my legs and slowly fingered my clitoris. I came a few minutes later, my thoughts centered on Will Humphrey and his thick ebony penis. I quickly drifted off to sleep. ..................................... I awoke much later. It was stuffy inside of the cabin, and I had been sweating in my sleep as a result. I stripped down and took a shower in my tiny bathroom. Feeling refreshed, I put on the same clothes I'd been wearing earlier, since there were no more. I looked into the adjoining cabin, but no one was there. Not knowing what else to do, I went up on deck. The sun was hovering over the horizon, getting ready to set, and Grand Cayman Island was no where in sight. I stopped by the sick bay, but James' condition had not changed in the few short hours since I'd last visited. I gave him a kiss and I headed down to the recreation center for lack of anything better to do. There were about ten sailors inside playing ping pong, cards or watching TV. Jim was at the rear of the room, shooting pool with Mr. Sherman. "Where's Allie?" I asked. "She just headed back to our cabin for a nap," said Jim as he sank the five ball. "She's a little wiped out after her second shift, you know?" I laughed. "Poor baby. How much did we make?" "We've now got one thousand American dollars, cash." said Jim in a boastful voice as he sank the eight ball to win the match. "Sorry, make that one thousand and fifty. Pay up, Sherman." "Damn, man," complained Mr. Sherman as he pulled out his billfold and threw down some money on the table. "Not only do you have a monopoly on all the pussy, you've got all the luck." He left, disgusted. "Care to play, Janet?" asked Jim with a triumphant grin. In answer, I picked up a cue stick and applied some chalk to the tip. Jim racked the balls and allowed me to break. In my previous life as a white male, I'd been pretty darn good at billiards. I soon found that it was a little different playing as a woman. I was smaller now, so it was much more difficult to get those hard to reach shots in the middle of the table. Also, the weight of my breasts dangling from my chest as I bent over to shoot threw me off a little. And it was horribly distracting to know that every male eye in the room was looking at my ass as I bent over to line up my shots. But I found my eye for the table and my touch on the ball to be just as good as they had ever been. After I'd beaten Jim for the second straight time, he gave up. Shaking his head, he asked "You're too good, Janet. Good thing for me we were just playing for fun." I looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. "Shouldn't we be arriving in Grand Cayman soon?" I asked him. Right as the words left my mouth a long, mournful whistle sounded. "All hands to your duty stations, all hands to your duty stations," said the voice on the overhead speaker. The sailors who had been playing ping pong and watching TV quit what they were doing and headed out the door. "We must be awfully close if we're not already there" said Jim. "Let's go up on deck and see what's going on." As soon as we reached the rail we could see the island on the horizon, a thin smudge of brown where blue sky met green sea. We headed up to the bridge, where we found the Captain and Mr. Sherman. The view was much better up there, and we watched the island grow larger as we drew nearer. "How long till we land, Captain?" asked Jim. "Very shortly. But we won't actually touch land here. The water in Georgetown is too shallow to pull a boat of this size up to the dock. We'll be dropping anchor just off shore, and then we'll unload the cargo onto a ferry boat and they'll take it in to shore. We'll have to wait awhile for our turn with the ferry, so you'll have time to use the launch if you need to go into town before that." He looked at me and gave me a wink. "Thank you Captain, that would be great!" said Jim, surprised at his sudden change of mind. The captain pushed a button on the console and spoke into a microphone. "Prepare the launch for departure, repeat, prepare the launch for departure." His voice rang out over the loud speaker down below, and the formerly idle sailors began to move about the deck with purpose. Jim headed out the door with Mr. Sherman in tow, leaving me alone with Will. I quickly found myself wrapped up in his warm embrace, his lips on mine. "I always deliver on my promises," he said between kisses. "I'm going to have to work late this evening getting the cargo unloaded and setting a course for Haiti. But I'd like to see you when I'm done." When I assured him that the feeling was mutual, he told me to meet him in his cabin around ten. He would leave the door open for me. I thought over our conversation as I walked down to the main deck. I had agreed to meet Will in his room later on tonight and have sex with him. I could feel a liquid heat forming in my lower belly at the thought of it. I was supposed to be in love with James, and yet here I was, eagerly anticipating a sexual encounter with another man. Being a woman was a wonderful thing, but it could also be very confusing as well. I headed down to the main deck after Jim. I found him at the railing, and we stood there together watching as the ship pulled in closer to the shore. Over the loudspeaker I heard the command to drop the anchor. The chain rattled through the scupper and the anchor landed in the water with a tremendous splash. We were close enough to shore that I could have swam If I had wanted to. I could easily see the gaily painted buildings of Georgetown, palm trees waving in the breeze, small boats docked along the waterfront and people walking along the streets. While we were taking in the sights, three sailors were busy bringing the motorboat up from below decks and getting it ready to lower it over the side. In the short time we had left to us, I gave Jim advice on what to buy. At the top of my list was clothing, but we also need various toiletry items, cosmetics and other items we would need for the trip. "I'd love to come with you, Jim, but I think that we're still too close to Jamaica. I'm pretty sure that they'll be here looking for us. They know what Allie and I look like, but it should be safe for you. They don't know who Alphonso Tortelli is, or what he looks like." Jim gave me a quizzical look. "Now remind me again just who is it that we are running from? I've got a lot of questions and you haven't been giving me very many answers." I knew this moment had been coming, and I was prepared. I had to tell him a story that minimized my involvement and fit what little I'd allowed him to learn, with enough truth mixed in to make it believable. I took a deep breath and told the story that I had been practicing in my head for the last 48 hours. "I don't know the whole truth yet, but I'll tell you what I do know, and what I'm just guessing at," I began. "I know that William Herndon and Ted Phillips teamed up to steal the mind control device from Rocco Tortelli. And after they'd gotten it, Herndon lied to me and used me to steal Richmond's secret files. Files that implicated both Richmond and James in several crimes. Then he leaked those files to the police and the press to get his revenge on Richmond." I carefully omitted from my story the part about Janet using the memory transfer device to exchange her lush, youthful body with mine. Continuing my narrative, I said, "I guess James becoming involved in the case was an unforeseen consequence, a loose end that needed to be tied up. So I think that Herndon must have then used the device to steal Lorton's identity, knowing of his friendship with James. He was able to take control of James' investigation and steer it in the direction he wanted. In the end, James must have become suspicious and they were forced to shut him up." "So how does Bill Richmond figure into all of this, and what is his connection with Ted Phillips?" asked Jim. "I thought he was the one who gave the files to the police." "He was a little dirty," I said, telling the whole truth for the first time. "But I don't think he would be foolish enough to incriminate himself. I think he may have been an innocent dupe in all of this." "Wow," said Jim. "And to think that he might have had nothing to do with it. James was always saying how he'd kill him if he ever met him again." My stomach lurched at his words. Right now my love for James was one of the few good things in my life. Would he hate me if he ever found out the truth? I wasn't sure what the answer was, but I knew that if I could, I would gladly take this secret with me to the grave. The launch was ready, and the sailors where waiting. Jim gave me a kiss on the cheek and jumped into the boat, which was just a large inflatable raft with a large outboard motor on the stern. I watched as it was slowly slowly lowered down to the water. The pilot cast loose the lines then started the motor. I watched as it sped towards the shore for a few minutes before my stomach reminded me with a growl that I hadn't eaten since this morning. I turned away and headed towards the galley. About eight men were already there, trying to catch a bite to eat before the ferry arrived. The cook served me a t-bone steak, a baked potato and a salad. I dove into my meal with gusto, ravenous after missing my lunch due to the nap. I remembered that Allie hadn't eaten and had the cook bag up a meal for her. My belly full, I wandered back to our cabins and knocked on Allie's door before trying the knob. It was unlocked. I heard the sounds of her quiet sobs as soon as I stepped into the room. Allie was lying on her bed, curled up into a fetal position. I shut the door behind me, set the bag of food on the floor and sat down on the bed by her side. "I don't know if I can take it, Janet," she whimpered through her tears as I stroked her hair. "It's just so humiliating. The looks on their faces and the stupid jokes they make about me while I'm sucking their cocks. And the worst part of all is that I can't help myself. I..I like it. It...it turns me on!" Fresh tears coursed down her face, and as much as I hated to do it, I took pity on her. I had been in the same position as her just a few weeks ago. She was caught between two desires, one to be a normal, heterosexual man, and the other to be a cock crazed, nympho maniacal little slut. I knew from first hand experience how compelling the need was and how awful the humiliation and self doubt could be. She rolled onto her stomach and hid her face in the pillow. I climbed onto the bed, straddled her waist with my legs and began to softly kneed the tense muscles in her neck and shoulders. I wasn't sure if her feelings would ever resolve themselves, but I could at least try to make her feel a little better. I whispered softly in her ear. "You're making things way too complicated, baby. You're not Alphonso any more. You're Charlie. Charlie Brasswell, a young, healthy woman. A woman with needs that are unlike anything a man would ever have." She didn't reply, but the sobbing slowed and eventually stopped. I continued to rub her back, and after a few minutes, I whispered, "And while you do desire men now, there's no reason why you couldn't enjoy the touch of a woman every now and then as well." I gently kissed her on her delicate ear and then ran my tongue down around her ear lobe. She gasped in pure delight, and went still as I untied the back of her pink bikini top. I got off of her and she rolled over, allowing her large, firm breasts to flop out of the cups of the bikini top. I knelt down and immediately began to suck on her large pink nipples, first one, then the other until they were both wet and stiff. "Kiss me!" she sighed huskily, and instantly my mouth was on hers, exploring, pressuring, caressing. The taste of semen on her lips was clearly evident, but it only made me want her more. I quickly stripped off my clothes and helped her out of what little remained of hers. I lay down on top of her and firmly planted my vagina on her mouth as my head dipped down between her wide spread legs and lapped at her rigid clitoris. Her tongue returned the favor, working at my smooth shaven vagina with abandon. My tongue explored her vagina, running over her lips, around and around her clitoris and then deep inside of her. I once again became aware of the all too familiar taste of semen as I cleaned every nook and cranny of her vagina with my tongue. I suspected that Allie had been much naughtier than I'd thought. I knew for a fact that Jim had been using her ass earlier, so any cum that was had been deposited in her vagina was probably from someone else. I stopped licking her quivering quim long enough to ask her a question. "Did you fuck Mr. Sherman?" "Yes," she panted, pulling her tongue from my sloppy wet pussy. "After I sucked off that second batch of sailors, he took advantage of me. I...I was so turned on after sucking all those cocks, and I just couldn't resist him." Her tongue returned to my throbbing clitorus, and the thought of Allie being fucked by Mr. Sherman's big black cock pushed me over the edge. My mind filled with obscene thoughts of spurting penises and hard muscled bodies as I clenched my teeth and writhed on top of her squirming body, spasms of pleasure wracking my body. When I finally stopped cumming, I finished what I had started, licking and sucking her clitoris until she too came with a moan. I gave her vagina a final kiss before I rolled off of her and lay down beside her on the mattress, both of us trying to catch our breath. ........................................................... Jim returned to the ship several hours later, carrying many large bags. He looked a little surprised to see the two of us, naked and in bed together. But he didn't say a word about it. He just dumped the bags on the bed as he told his story. "Before I left, Mr. Sherman gave me a few phone numbers. Turns out he was born here, and he's got lots of friends and relatives. I was able to buy everything we needed and then some!" "Holy crap, Jim. How much did you spend?" "Not much, thanks to Sherman's relatives. I've still got a couple hundred bucks left over," he bragged. "Mr. Sherman's family appears to be a bit on the shady side, if you know what I mean. I'm pretty sure that all the stuff they had was either stolen, or smuggled, or maybe even both. But I'm not gonna complain, because whatever the case it sure was cheap!" He pulled a large bottle of rum out of one of the bags and set it on the bed table as he spoke. "Run down the hall and get us some ice, sweetheart," he said to Allie. He picked up her clothes off the floor and tossed them to her. Allie swung her legs out of bed and started to dress. When she was gone, I opened one of the bags and emptied it out on the bed as I listened to Jim's story. Out poured more lingerie than I could wear in a month. Panties, bras, teddies, stockings and garter belts, bustiers and night gowns. "You were right about them looking for us, Janet," he informed me as I ran my greedy hands through the soft, silky clothing. "One of Sherman's cousins pointed out three men who had been standing around the docks all day. Seems that these guys had showed up just this morning, and all they do is sit and watch. They were freaking out the locals. They took no notice of me, but they were inspecting every female that stepped ashore. Sherman's cousin thought for sure that they were FBI or DEA. But I recognized one of them. Remember the big security guard at the gate of Phillips' mansion? Well, I'm pretty darned sure that he and the his two friends are a welcoming party organized by Herndon and Phillips." I emptied out the next bag, and was rewarded by the sight of a multitude of dresses, shorts, skirts and blouses. I examined all the tags and found that they all appeared to be the correct size. They all sported brand name and designer labels, but I suspected that most if not all of them were cheap knock offs imported from china. The last few bags contained even more clothes for us girls, a few pairs of shorts and shirts for Jim and all the things that we hadn't been able to buy when we'd left Jamaica in such a hurry: extra pairs of shoes, shampoo, conditioner, soap, towels, razors, cosmetics, perfume, two designer hand bags, nail polish and three prepaid cell phones. Allie returned with the ice, and Jim quickly poured out three glasses of rum on the rocks. Handing us our glasses, he proposed a toast. "To good friends and a safe journey home!" We all downed our drinks and Jim poured another round as I flipped on the radio. A pounding hip-hop beat filled the room as Allie and I downed our second glass of rum and began to look through all the clothes that Jim had bought. Over the music a man with a deep, masculine voice rapped about money, bitches and hoes as our hips swayed to the music. We went through the lingerie, giggling like school girls as we found things we liked and held them up to show the others. Jim shoved a fresh drink into our hands and proposed another toast. "Long life and good health," he proclaimed before knocking it back. Allie and I follow suit, the liquor burning my throat and heating my belly. Once again, Jim quickly refilled our glasses. Sitting back on the bed with the bottle and his glass, he watched as we began trying on the various pieces of lingerie that had caught our eye, giving him a fashion show that he wouldn't soon forget. We'd parade along side the bed in the limited space available, catching Jim's eye, shamelessly moving our bodies to the beat of the music before removing the scanty garments and trying something else on our curvy female bodies. After a few more drinks and a lot of laughs, I finally noticed the time. I sifted through the pile of lingerie for the last time and finally selected a pair of black fishnet thigh-highs, a lacy half cup bra and a tiny black g-string that was little more than dental floss and a small patch of cloth. I stepped into the g-string and then tried on the bra, hooking the front clasp and settled my breasts into the cups. It supported them from underneath, leaving my nipples and most of my breasts exposed. From the assortment of cosmetics that Jim had bought I selected a shade of lipstick that best suited my complexion, a new eyeliner pencil and a tube of Revlon brand mascara. I sat at the dressing table and carefully applied them to my face. I loosened the scrunchie that was holding my hair into a neat pony tail and brushed my hair out so that it fell loose down to my shoulders. I wanted to look my best for the Captain. As I rolled the fishnet stockings up my legs, Jim grabbed Allie's hand and pulled her onto the bed with him. They started to make out, kissing and touching like love sick teenagers. The stockings had an elastic band at the top, making a garter belt unnecessary. I sorted through the clothes, eventually settling on a black leather miniskirt and a short sleeved red silk blouse. The skirt was so tight that I had fight to get the zipper up in the back. I left the top buttons of the blouse unfastened, showing a generous amount of cleavage. The fabric was very thin, and the outline of my nipples could easily be seen poking through the sheer silk. I stepped into a new pair of black pumps with two inch heels, gave myself a once over in the mirror and said goodbye to Jim and Allie. Allie had fished Jim's cock out of his pants and was slowly stroking it as they kissed. They ignored me, too engrossed with each other to pay me any attention. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. I was a little tipsy, and I debated the wisdom of wearing the heels as I made my way down the corridor towards the Captain's quarters. I knocked on the door and it was quickly opened. I stepped inside and he shut the door behind me. He held me away at arms length for a moment as he looked me over, gave me an admiring whistle and then pulled me into his warm embrace. "You are so sexy," he whispered before he his mouth descended onto mine, his lips smearing my freshly applied lipstick as his tongue explored my mouth. He walked me over towards the bed and began to undress me, first removing my blouse, then my skirt. When I moved to remove my lingerie, he stopped me. "No, baby. Leave it on," he begged. I happily complied.