Chapter One

 

The girls had seen the lads, Graham and Alex, at their hotel, the day after they arrived in Muscat. The next morning, at the pool, they showed up and started fooling around in the water. Before long, Lily-May, Cassie and Aster were chatting with them. Finding two pleasant English lads, so far from home, in Muscat, was a pleasant surprise and they hit it off straight away. That same afternoon, Monday, they had dinner together and after retiring to the bar, had a few drinks - well, as it turned out, a lot of drinks.

The lads were in no way pushy. In fact, Aster and Cassie did most of the friendship building, probably because they fancied the pair. Both lads were tall, but Graham, with his longish, unruly fair hair and rugged features, was the more muscular. He was 22 and had a likable ebullient character. He bubbled with stories about sailing, a subject close to Lily-May's heart.

Her father owned a boat on the Thames and was an Oxford Blue, having rowed in the Oxford and Cambridge boat race. Although the subject interested Lily, Aster and Cassie wanted to talk about the night life in London and what the lads got up to when they were home.

Alex was more controlled and the quieter of the two lads. To Lily, that made him more interesting because in some ways he reflected her own character. As soon as the conversation turned to the reason the girls were visiting Muscat - to visit the museum and Portuguese Forts, Al Jalali and Mitani, the subject changed to their History studies at Oxford.

Aster and Cassie soon became bored and wanted to know more about Graham and Alex. It turned out that both lads were working on a millionaire's yacht that was moored just outside the harbour. They claimed they were taking a gap year and trying to earn as much as they could before settling down to a job in the City of London.

The lads said that the owner of the boat, Ethan James, had flown to Abu Dhabi and wouldn't be back until Wednesday afternoon. They described the luxurious cabins, the hot-tub and many other amazing features on board. The yacht sounded fabulous, so when the lads offered to take them out to see it, they all jumped at the chance, even though it was seven o'clock in the evening.

All the warnings Lily-May had been bombarded with throughout her short life were ignored and forgotten. Lily, Aster and Cassie never thought for a moment, as they stepped down into the small motor launch, that the lads had an ulterior motive to get them on the yacht. The plan was two hours on the yacht, a further half hour for the journey back and forth, then they'd be back at their hotel by 10 o'clock.

No one was around to see them cast off and no one knew where they were going. The launch bore the name of the yacht, 'The Silent Lady', which reinforced their confidence that the lad's story was legitimate. The twinkling lights of the boats moored along the quayside and anchored a mile offshore created a fairy-tale atmosphere added to the thrill of visiting a millionaire's yacht.

"The Silent Lady', is a curious name, doesn't the boat have an engine? Is it a sailboat?" Cassie asked loudly as she settled onto one of the padded white benches, beneath the overhanging roof, at the back of the craft.

Lily sat down beside her friend and tugged down her baby blue cotton miniskirt, so it covered half her thighs. She had her bikini bottoms on underneath, so it didn't matter if she gave glimpses of the pink material, but she was coy and preferred not to advertise her sexuality.

Cassie was the exact opposite and made no move to hide her underwear. Across from them, Aster was wearing a tight pair of Denim shorts, so she didn't have to worry. However, the legs of the garment were cut so short, the edges of her black bikini bottoms were visible either side of the narrow denim gusset.

Aster was the tallest of the trio - 5'7" - and had a fabulous pair of legs. She, like Lily, had shoulder length hair. Aster's was brown and cut with a curtain fringe, while Lily's was blonde and straight. All three girls had tried to catch the sun in the first two days of their holiday/study break, but only Aster had really succeeded.

Graham joined the girls in the seating area, after casting off, and sat down beside Aster, opposite Cassie

He leant forward and Lily noticed him glance at the visible 'V' of her pink underwear. "'The Silent Lady', Cassie, is a one-hundred-and-fifty-foot superyacht and has very powerful engines. So, no, it isn't a sailboat."

Cassie giggled. "Wow. We like them big, don't we girls?"

Lily elbowed her friend. "Don't be crude, Cas." She caught Graham's eye. "When Mr. James gets back, where are you sailing to?"

Alex, who was sitting at the wheel, piloting the launch, half swivelled his seat. "We're going down the coast, through the Gulf of Aden, then up the Red Sea. Ethan plans to stop over in Jeddah to refuel, before using the Suez Canal."

Both lads were smartly dressed and were wearing similar fawn shorts. Graham was wearing a white polo top, while Alex preferred a dark blue, short sleeve shirt. Lily's t-shirt was also navy-blue and had the words 'Dark Blue's Rule' emblazoned across the front in white lettering.

Graham had roving eyes and didn't seem to mind Lily knowing he was comparing her tits with Cassie's, who was wearing a white crop top. It was a common practice among men but not usually as blatant as the way Graham was studying their breasts.

When they changed and donned their tops, the girls removed their bikini tops and placed them in their bags in case they went for a late swim. That was still a distinct possibility, Lily thought, as the launch skimmed across the calm sea toward the horizon. She had very strong sea-legs and could cope with stormy weather, but the other two couldn't even cope with the flight to Muscat.

"How old is she?" Lily asked.

Graham thought for a moment. "The yacht?" She nodded. "I think she was built in the eighties, but Ethan had it refitted a couple of years ago."

Aster turned to face the confident young man. "Graham, what's the size of the crew?"

"It varies, but at the moment we have eight below deck and six above."

A dark shape with small twinkling lights was growing on the horizon. Soon, Lily recognized the general outline of a large yacht that was lit by a row of small lights hanging along its side. Its hull was black and the superstructure white and had been designed along traditional lines. From what Lily could see in the soft starlight and interior lighting, it looked like a fine boat.

Graham got to his feet. "Ladies, remain seated until I've secured the lines." He stepped up onto the side, while Alex steered the launch to the rear of the yacht. Once the boat was stationery, Graham jumped on a small platform and tied the ropes to the corners. While he was doing that a section of the stern started to lower like the front door of a landing craft.

Two young black men, in blue sailor uniforms, walked forward, out of the well-lit interior, and waited at the side of the craft, ready to assist. Both of the smartly dressed lads were armed with pistols in button down holsters, fastened to their belts.

"Cooper, Lloyd. Help the girls aboard," Graham shouted at them.

"Yes, Mr. Goode," the first lad to jump into the launch replied.

Lily pointed at Aster. "Help my friend. I can manage on my own."

"That's alright, Lily," give me your hand," Graham commanded forcefully.

She allowed him to hoist her up and then wrap an arm around her waist. The physical contact was unwanted, but he took such a firm grip of her torso, she forced herself to relax. Then, after crossing the lowered door, Lily allowed the powerful young man to steer her through the storage room until he had to release her at the narrow doorway into a corridor.

"Left and up the ladder, Lily-May, to the main deck."

It was the first time he used her full name and it made her feel uncomfortable. She arrived at the bottom of the slopping steps with side chrome rails. They were about 60 degrees off horizontal, so Graham was going to get a worm's eye view of her derriere. Again, she was uncomfortable knowing the young man was examining her ass as she climbed the metal ladder.

Relieved when she arrived at the top, she stood aside to let Graham step onto the main deck. When no one else appeared, she went to the top of the ladder and was surprised to see the corridor at the bottom was empty. "Where's Aster and Cassie?" she asked. The sound of a faint commotion alarmed her. "What's going on, Graham?"

As she turned to face him, he grabbed her upper arm with his left hand and shook her gently. Her bag was on that side and the sound of the loose change rattling inside heightened her alarm. If the show of strength was supposed to frighten her, he succeeded.

"Lily-May, you're not going to give me any trouble, are you?"

Shocked by the sudden change in attitude, she started to panic. "I want to go back, Graham. Please let go of my arm."

Another shake. "Lily, I'm a reasonable man. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Are you going to give me any trouble?"

She stared into his blue-grey eyes and saw cold indifference had replaced friendly consideration.

"What's going on? What's happening on the lower deck" Slap! "Uhhhh!" she gasped when the young man slapped her around the face. The blow stung her cheek. "What the fuck??"

"That was just a taster to wake you up, Lily. You still haven't answered my question." He shook her again.

"Alright. I'm not going to give you any trouble. Just tell me what's going on."

He released her arm and pointed down a narrow corridor. "All in good time, Lily. Go that way and open the third door on your right."

She looked down the corridor and hesitated. "I... I'd like to know what's going on."

His hand flew up and when Lily winced before the blow, it never arrived. Instead, he grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed tightly.

"Naaaaaaa," she cried as he frogmarched her down the corridor and stopped outside the door.

"Open the door," he growled in her ear.

She turned the handle and was forced to enter the decent sized cabin. "This could be your suite..." He walked her to the bed and as he pushed her forward, he deftly took the bag off her shoulder. "You won't be needing this."

Lily fell forward but stopped herself from falling onto the covers by putting her hands out. She swivelled and sat on the edge of the double bed. "My phone. All my stuff's in there."

He held the bag in his left hand low by his leg. "Any medication?"

The teenager was genuinely terrified of the young man, but she wanted to try and reason with him. "No, only paracetamol. Graham, things haven't gone too far. Please take me and my friends back to the shore. We'll go our own separate ways. I swear, no one is going to know you hit me."

He smiled and flashed his cold, blue eyes at her. "Lily, look around you. 'The Silent Lady' is going to be your world for some time to come. Your life no longer revolves around your history studies and living it up in London and Oxford. You live on 'The Silent Lady' now and will learn how to serve the men and women who work on this boat, as well as the Master and Mistress, and their guests."

Lily stared at her confident kidnapper and struggled to unfreeze her thought process. Isolated and confronted by a powerful young man, the teenager didn't know which way to turn.

 

 

Chapter 2 - A real threat.

 

When Lily's scrambled thoughts cleared, the words tumbled out of her mouth. "No, I won't do those things you're talking about and neither will Astor or Cassie. You can't make us do anything. You're going to be arrested for kidnapping us..." Her defiant words had no effect on her captor.

"Lily, I'm going to give you an hour to get changed." He pointed at a empty plastic tub by the door. "Put all your clothes and shoes in there." He moved sideways and pointed through a doorway that had no door. "While you're having a shower, remove all of your body hair. Your pussy must be as smooth as glass. Depilatory cream is on the shelf."

"No! I won't do that..."

"Lily, I saw on the way up the ladder that your pubes are as blonde as the hair on your head. Get rid of them before I return."

"That's personal and you're disgusting..."

She clammed up when he approached with his hand out, threatening to slap her again. "Listen carefully, Lily. You will soon learn that if you fail to obey an order, you will be punished. No ifs, no buts. You will be punished." He crossed the room to a chest of drawers. "Choose a pair of panties, but not the pink ones with Mr. James crest on. Those are for work." Next stop was the wardrobe. He slid one of the mirror doors aside and parted the clothes on the rail. "The pink outfits on this side are for work. Choose one of these special sets for the beauty contest."

"Beauty contest? What are you talking about?"

He returned to stand just in front of her legs. "You, Aster and Cassie will be presenting yourselves for selection in one hour..."

"Selection for wha..." Slap! "Uhhhhhh," she gasped. "Why'd you do that?" The stunning blow around the ear, knocked her sideways.

"Don't interrupt me again, Lily."

The teenager was raging inside but she reframed from answering Graham back. He was almost twice her size and could knock her unconscious with one blow if he wanted. Lily was the ultimate coward and always shied away from conflict. She even disliked watching violent movies.

"Better. Give me a smile, Lily-May." She tried to pull one, but only half-heartedly. "Better. Now where was I... Oh, yes. The beauty contest. The most attractive girl will work above decks serving the needs of the Master, his staff and guests. The losers will work below decks, serving the needs of the black crew, all eight of them."

"Wh... what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, if you don't make an effort and the other two do, you'll be moved downstairs to another cabin. Something more basic than this one. In case you're wondering, Aster and Cassie are getting their pep talks right now, so the minutes are ticking by." He pointed at the dressing table. "Everything you need to pretty yourself up is on there. I'll look in, in half an hour and if I don't think you're making an effort, I will give you a thrashing. Understand?"

She nodded but didn't fully understand the ramifications of the bizarre 'beauty contest' he was describing. "Who's going to be watching this contest?"

"Enough questions for now, Lily. What size shoe do you wear?"

"Um, four, why?"

His hand darted out and grabbed her chin. "There you go again, questioning me." He moved his face closer so she could see the light flecks of grey in his blue eyes. "Lily, make a real effort, because the other two know how to appeal to men. Personally, I'm not attracted to tarts, but in your position, appearances are everything."

"This is all about sex, isn't it? You and Alex plan to ray..."

He shook her head and tightened his grip on her jaw. "If I ever hear you utter that word you're going to a watery grave. We have one more girl than we need aboard this yacht, so watch your mouth!"

Lily was distraught and wanted to protest in the strongest terms possible, but the young man had given her as much information as he wanted. Antagonizing him was only going to enrage him further. He released her chin and promptly left the room. As soon as she heard the key turn in the lock, she rushed over to the door and listened with an ear against it.

Once the receding footsteps faded, she tried the handle Unfortunately the solid door wouldn't budge. She had been on cruises with her parents, so could tell the door was much heavier than normal. She crossed to the opposite wall and pushed the curtains aside to reveal a 12" circular port hole. The heavy glass opened, but only by six inches and even if she could open it wide, she wouldn't be able to squeeze through the small opening.

Lily was shaken and close to tears. There was no chance of escaping from the room, so she entered the bathroom to check it out. It was a small space, about 8' x 6', and there wasn't a window. So, after accepting she couldn't escape, she had to make up her mind what to do, before the angry young man returned to the room.

Graham had finally shown his true colours after she antagonized him, proving that he was capable of committing a serious violent act against her person. She had to tread carefully because there was no one around to help her.

The depilatory cream was on the glass shelf above the basin, along with soap, face flannel, shampoo, shower wash, toothbrush and paste. Her captors had thought of everything she would need if she was staying on the boat. Lily had never shaved her pussy but kept the hairs on her lips and mons short. She had considered doing it in the past, so wasn't totally against the idea. She opened the tube, then hesitated.

Would he really beat her if she didn't remove her pubes? She assumed he planned on making her perform a presentation involving nudity, then have sex with her. He had slapped her a couple of times and grabbed her face, so it wasn't much of a leap to believe he would carry out his threat of greater violence.