Dark Star, The Fifty-Fourth Chapter – Sailing

The never ending sway of the boat makes my tummy grumble. I have an unhappy little dinosaur rawing away in there, Daddy calls him Rex and he’s even more noisy than usual today.

“You’ll feel better soon,” my Daddy tells me as he rubs my belly with his big warm hands.

“I’m OK Daddy,” I say reassuringly, “I’m really enjoying my holiday!” I’m as bright as I can be. Daddy saved so hard for our trip away together. He even stopped taking his medication so that he could use that money too.

My Daddy really loves me.

“Oh good!” His face lifts immediately. I think his beast inside is talking bad words again. I know how to help him. I’m his good girl.

“Yes, Daddy,” my words come as a stream, showing him how much I appreciate him. “I liked getting on the boat first. It was so much bigger than I thought. I liked how we got a perch high above like a pirate in his nest!”

“Yaaar!” He growls at me playfully which makes me giggle. It is good to giggle again. I remember how we used to play pirates in our old house in the city.

The house he took away from us.

I concentrate on the now, “Yes and I liked watching the cars and trucks come on to the boat. They all filed in two by two like Noah’s ark!”

It’s true. They all lined up for miles, waiting to get on our cruise boat. How excited they must have been to come on holiday. A holiday at sea!

Daddy explained to me that we’d go to a magical island where the cars would all leave and more would come on again. What a wonderful idea. So many people on one big boat going too and fro.

No one would spot them if a few of them were missed.

That’s why we came with a van. Daddy is so clever. A new way of gathering our flock.

We drove for miles to come here. Through endless countryside. Past towns with too many effs and thhhs in their names. Daddy says that people live alone and that we should gather them up and show them how to live with other people, our people. It will make them happy.

“Are we there yet!?” I ask impatiently, swinging my legs under the bench on the top deck. Daddy doesn’t hear me at first because of the cold wet wind so I shout louder.

“Nearly.” He smiles in a weathered grimace. “Shall we go pick our new foals?” He offers with a sly smile.

I whoop with glee. New toys! New toys for me!!

We hurry below deck and find a map. Daddy studies if for a while, tracing routes from here to there. “Here.” He points to a spot on our boat called Ferry.

“Is that where the swimming pool is!?” I ask excitedly, suddenly remembering the pictures from the brochures Daddy brought home. We pawed through them together and laughed at all the stupid people doing strange things with luminous orange skin.

This boat isn’t quite like the ones from the magazine. We couldn’t afford the big fancy ones in the magazines. Daddy said they’re for stupid rich people. Daddy did find us this one though. He said it was a special cruise boat, just for us. It’s grimier and there aren’t any orange people on board. I like it more.

He shakes his head, brow slightly furrowed.

“No, that’s where our van is, my little one… here’s the play area through.” He says quickly, diverting my attention to the word ‘crèche’.

He takes my hand and leads me down many flights of stairs and back to the van. Quickly he takes our a small bag that clinks with the familiar sound of Daddy’s special potion.

I giggle to myself and do a little hop of excitement. This is going to be fun. Daddy ruffles my hair with a beaming smile and then leads me away again. He tells me to remember the way but I quickly lose track of the stairs and corridors, too distracted looking at the fat people that totter about on this deck and that.

The words ‘Duty Free’ seem to be plastered everywhere. Words that attract hordes of heifers bustling to grab and consume. I don’t care for their trinkets.

“Not these,” Daddy says with disdain, “they’re too fat and stupid. They’d be feed before the end of the week.”

I nod sagely. I’d seen it many times before. The bulls would chow down on them with a fierce hunger that makes my girl parts ache.

Eventually we burst through a set of doors and enter into a Lobster Bar.

Daddy stops dead and smiles. “Here.”

“I thought we were going to the play area, Daddy!?” I say with a disappointed little pout.

“We are, my little one,” he smiles his secret smile, “look.”

I look again and see what he sees. A room of fit, rich people all cloistered in their booths, watching some blonde thing on a little stage. He’s right. This is a playground, a hunting ground.

I hold in my squee.

“Which one first?” I ask instinctively, holding out my hand for a vial.

Daddy doesn’t respond at first, he just looks at me with that look.

“I’m so proud of you.” He says at last. “You’ve grown up so much.”

I don’t like his words so hurry him on with a nod and a uh-huh.

He chuckles and hands me the vial. It’s barely in my grasp before I’m shooting off into the darkness.

I weave between the tables and the booths and the serving girls, one of whom catches my eye. I make a note to take her last. Maybe she can be my new pet. I don’t like the current one.

Finally I come to a table with a youngish couple engaged in sucking each other’s faces off.

“Hello!” I say sweetly and hop up onto the bench of their booth. I shuffle in next to the girl. “My name’s…” I pause and extend my hand and take and shake the girl’s hand furiously. My other hand slipping the potion in to her drink.

She nods awkwardly and responds with a weak hello, clearly confused. I beam my bestest smile at her and then lean over to shake his hand too. I make sure to brush up against her so she can feel my hot body heat. I slip him some mix too.

He takes his drink immediately as a throw him a wink.

Good boy.

“Excuse me.” I say ever so politely, suddenly noticing how close I am to her. I slide back into my place slowly, making sure to stroke both their laps on the way.

The flushing of their cheeks tell me I chose well.

“Sorry, your name is?” The girl asks. “I didn’t catch it.”

“Oh?” I deflect quickly, pretending to nearly knock over her drink. I catch it with a practiced hand and lift it up. “That was close! I nearly wasted it all!” I say, weaving in a sense of scarcity that makes the girl impulsively want to drink her cocktail now before I do knock it over for real.

I hand her the drink and she knocks it back instinctively.

Good girl.

The drug hits them like a train and in a matter of minutes their eyes start to roll and their hands to roam. I take advantage and pull her hand to me. I slip it under my pretty black dress and her fumbling fingers quickly find their way into my knickers.

“Harder. With nails.” I whisper into her ear. She giggles and grips my flesh with her perfectly manicured nails.

I gasp with pleasure and pain.

The boy is quick to grab her head and pull her face down to him. He’s already undone his jeans and his throbbing cock is quickly forced into her eager mouth. Her cherry lips wrapped tightly as he presses her down onto him.

She gags and he moans. I growl with satisfaction. Daddy will be pleased.

Just as I’m about to cum, that serving girl swings into view. She’s about to ask if we’d like anything when the scene registers and she stops dead.

Cumming hard, I am only able to raise a finger to my lips and mime a shhh. She blushes and bows her head in embarrassment. She isn’t able to look away though, transfixed for a moment before she remembers herself and scurries away.

I remember myself too and pull her hand away. “Follow me.” I whisper and take their hands. The boy seems frustrated he wasn’t able to finish.

“Don’t worry.” I say with a wicked smile. I stroke his face. “You can finish in me.” He grunts audibly.

I take them out the side entrance and lead them to my waiting Daddy who takes charge and leads them down to the belly of the ship where they will soon be squirming too. I forget all about my own uneasy tummy as I take a second vial and return to the lounge for my next prey.

We repeat this routine several times more. By the time I come on to the last of my hunt my cunt, Daddy’s cunt, is sore and bleeding. It throws the serving girl a little as I press her face against my wet parts. But the force of my grip overcomes her fear and soon she’s licking and biting like a good little puppy.

I cum, finally, all over her face. She chokes as I drown her in my filth.

“Good girl.” I praise her as I bring her up to me so I can lap it up and lick her clean. She smiles bashfully at me and I grip her wrist and we flee quickly from the dark room.

“Last one.” Daddy says as he takes her from me, looking her up and down.

I nod triumphantly.

He is clearly pleased by this one as he checks her with his rough hands, lifting her silky back waitress skirt. Her squeak of surprise is muffled under his other fist as his fingers explore her, no doubt dripping wet, cunt.

“Very good.” He does approve.

“Quickly, it’s nearly time to go.”

With that we rush down the stairs and back to our van. The girl is thrown into the back onto the mass of writhing bodies. Daddy slams the door shut just as the boat thuds onto the dock and the announcement is made to return to your vehicles.

In a matter of minutes we’re driving back onto solid ground and away from our wonderful cruise ship.

I wonder for a second what the ship workers will make of the empty cars left behind but the thought doesn’t linger long as Daddy puts on my favourite mixtape. The one with the doggy in the window.

“My favourite!” I squeal.

After a few moments have passed, I turn and look at him. He’s concentrating on driving but rather than his furrowed brow that he wears so often nowadays he has a bright smile.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I say gently. “Thank you for my wonderful holiday.”

He just beams at me and accelerates along the long empty road to home; to our farm.

I wonder if the other animals will like these new ones. I wonder if next holiday we will go on safari?

The thought melts into a blur as I drift off to sleep. I dream of tigers and boats and orange people diving into deep pools filled with sharks. I dream of wonderful things.

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