Having watched the captain and Edward Gold welcome the 20 or so guests aboard the 'Lady Flo', I returned to my duties, cleaning the glass screens bordering the exterior part of the sundeck. Someone had turned on the music and chosen a modern track. One of Taylor Swift's songs was blaring out of the loudspeakers that were dotted around the deck.

I guessed that it was about six o'clock. The sun was lower but still high enough to cast its warm rays onto my semi-naked body. I had hoped that the captain would call a halt to my uncomfortable job and let me get back on my feet, but there was obviously an agenda that I wasn't aware of.

And then it started. The first guests emerged from the rear stairwell and immediately spotted me. I was side on to the couple, a young man in brown slacks, white shirt and tie, accompanying a young woman dressed in a red spandex bodycon minidress that hugged her curves and just about saved her blushes, for she was wearing the tiniest thong imaginable.

The girl stood back and gawked down at me, but the young man pulled her closer. "This is the gear I was telling you about..."

"Is she being punished?"

A second couple came alongside. "Probably. I hear Captain Heise is looking for more recruits for the next voyage. What about you, Claire?"

"You've got to be fucking joking, Scott!" the girl exclaimed. "I'll do it once for fun, but working like that? I mean, it's barbaric!"

"Look at her ass. What did you do to deserve a beating like that?" the other girl asked. She was bolder and hunkered down to hear my reply.

I was just about to sit back on my heels to reply to the girl when Robert Lowe arrived behind the group which had swollen to eight. "Guys, leave the deckhand alone. You've seen the kit you're going to wear, now come inside and get a drink."

The ex-detective was dressed in navy blue chinos and a light blue pinstripe short sleeve shirt. In smart clothes, the man's solid physique looked even more impressive in my eyes.

Nobody moved. One young man turned though. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"My name is Robert. I'm head of security for the night. So, if I come across any mouthy young men causing trouble, I will unceremoniously throw them overboard, without a moment's hesitation. Please go inside Drinks will be provided."

The young woman who was with the questioning young man tugged his arm. "Come on, Adam. I've seen enough, unfortunately..." Meanwhile, the girl who had squatted beside me got to her feet.

"They're not going to make us bare all are they?" I heard another girl ask."

"You're going to get a chance to win five thousand pounds...?"

"We're all in the same boat. When do the races begin?" a young woman asked.

I didn't hear the response because the group wandered away, through the open doorway and into the main sundeck saloon, leaving Robert on his own by the raised jacuzzi. He walked around and sat down on the steps, then gestured to me to follow.

I trotted around until I was facing him. It just so happened that we were out of sight from the rest of the people aboard. "Thanks for rescuing me, Sir," I said, then sat back on my heels.

Remembering what I had been taught, I pulled my shoulders back parted my thighs, then placed my hands on my knees. The ex-detective was able to study my splayed sex and average sized jutting tits, but he chose to make eye contact.

"Cassie, I decided that it would be better if you stayed out here until everyone has had a drink. Edward is going to welcome them, then organize the races. The young executives have each brought a young woman with them, all of whom have agreed to compete for a special prize of five thousand pounds before the party starts."

"Five thousand pounds. Wow. Am I involved in this race, Sir?"

"Yes, you will be at the end. Let me explain the format. The game 'Fetch and carry' involves crawling from the far end of the deck down to here..." He pointed at the railing about ten feet from where we were sitting. "...where there will be buckets with a dildo in. In round one, there are three races with three girls in each race. They have to crawl to the bucket, insert the dildo into their vaginas, then race back with it. The winner is the first one to drop their dildo in the bucket."

"Oh, my god. There are nine girls prepared to do that?"

He nodded slowly. "This won't be the first time for most of them. Our executives can only bring young women who have been vetted by the company."

There was a whole depraved world that I knew nothing about. Money was the root of all evil and greed wasn't in short supply. "So, you'll have three winners. Where do I come in?"

"There's a second round which is a two lap race for the three winners. There will be two dildos in the bucket, one for each trip. When we have a winner, she will race against you..."

"That's not fair!" I exclaimed. "Can't it be Zoe or Kate?"

"No, it can't. You've been chosen. Edward wants to give you the chance to enjoy the evening free of restraints."

"Um, how do you mean?"

"If you beat the fastest girl in the final, over three laps, the chains will be removed and you can put a dress on and make yourself look pretty, which is not a difficult task."

I blushed, for the ex-detective said it with feeling. I thought for a moment. "The final involves fetching three dildos?"

"Yes."

"Am I going to have to wear this Puppy head while crawling?"

"No, of course not. You will crawl under the same conditions. All the girls are wearing corsets, but not tails, so I will remove yours while you compete." He stood up. "I've got to get back to the group, Cassie. I'll send one of the girls to fetch you, once everyone has a drink and is seated. For the moment, carry on with your cleaning duties."

Left alone, I couldn't avoid worrying about my part in the men's stupid game that was designed to entertain them but embarrass every girl who was about to enter the competition. Even a track lively track blaring from the speakers couldn't lift my mood. Disgruntled and distressed, I returned to the glass wall panels on the port side. Conveniently, I was on the right side of the boat to watch what was happening inside the upper stateroom.

I kept one eye on the throng and one eye on the glass panels. Gradually, one or two of the group started to sit down on the sofas that lined the two sides of the room. I then spotted Zoe talking to Peter Gold. When she nodded her cat's head in my direction, and he looked, I knew that she had provided him with the information, he needed. He set off for the stern door opening.

I tried to position myself in a less compromising position, but every which way I turned, my ass was in the air. I wondered if I should sit back on my heels, but I decided to stay in the open to make sure he kept his hands off me. So, I started wiping the deck again.

"Hello, Cassandra," he said as soon as he passed through to the open deck.

I looked up and sideways but didn't stop my wiping action. "Hi Pete."

He came over and hunkered down beside me. I glanced up to look into the saloon but almost everyone was seated and were listening to Edward who I presumed was explaining the rules of the competition to the gathered group.

He placed his hand on the top slopes of my posterior, where the tail emerged from my butt cheeks. "Funny, Cas, I thought that you were the cat for a moment. Zoe has a similar figure to you."

Peter Gold was a dinosaur. I was only 5'1" tall, three or four inches shorter than Zoe. And, I had a slightly smaller frame, but I didn't say anything. "Oh, yes. Zoe has a good figure."

He slid his hand down until his fingertips lighted on my labia. "My god, this is hot..." He examined my ass for the first time. "Christ, it looks like you've been a bad girl, Cas."

"Peter, please take your hand off my sex; and also, don't call me Cas. You know I hate that."

"Stay still, Cas, or I'll make your evening a misery," he said in a hard tone. He began teasing my soft fleshy whirlpool-like entrance. "Are you going to listen to what I have to say?

"You're out of order, Peter. Say what you have to and leave me alone this evening."

"Ha, you wish. Remember what I said about my father?" When I didn't reply he continued. "He wanted us to patch up our differences."

"So what?"

"He wanted us to be a couple. That was his plan all along and Edward agrees. So, I'm going to suggest to Edward that he puts our marriage on the table and if you agree, move the day forward for you to inherit 'Global Advanced Materials', to our wedding day..."

 

 

My reaction to Peter's contemptible suggestion was instantaneous. "You must be joking! Are you drunk?"

He feigned shock. "Cas, I've only had one glass of Pimms. I'm completely sober and I've never been more serious in my life." Needing to look Peter in the eye, I sat back on my heels. He was forced to withdraw his hand from my sex which irked him. "Oh, I was enjoying the feel of your hot little cunt, Cas. It's even juicier than last night."

"You're disgusting..."

He lifted his hand to my Puppy chin and touched my lips with his thumb. He chuckled. "I like disgusting. That blow job you gave me last night was the best!"

I was ashamed of what occurred at the 'King's Light Infantry Club'. Unfortunately, I couldn't avoid becoming involved with Peter. He was the only son of Thomas Gold, and a director of GUC, the parent company of GAMI, 'Global Advanced Materials Inc', so was effectively involved in my 'training'.

If I was to maintain my ambition to win my inheritance, then he was going to be a thorn in my side until I had the power to counter his advances. His suggestion that we marry was outrageous and completely blindsided me.

"Peter, you are crude and out of control. No wonder your father didn't leave the bulk of his company to you." It was the worst thing I could think of saying to the obnoxious young man.

In fact, Peter was 35, thirteen years older than me, so he wasn't that young. My comment angered him. When he moved his hand, I thought he was going to hit me, but instead he grabbed my left nipple and gave it a twist.

"Crude and out of control, heh? I've seen the investigator's report on your depraved lifestyle in the year you've been living in the apartment my father bought for you. Drugs, booze, sex and lazing around sums up your lifestyle. Am I right?"

"Ow! Fucking let go, Peter. I'm supposed to be cleaning the deck."

He maintained his grip on my nipple while he glanced around. "Cleaning decks is about your level, Cas. I'm not sure that you could cope with anything more demanding, like running a company. What was my father thinking?"

We were arguing like two siblings, but although we had lived in the same house for five or six years, we weren't related in any way. That meant that his outrageous suggestion was legally possible, but well beyond the realms of my imagination. Peter released my nipple when Zoe appeared carrying a stack of orange buckets.

"Oh, Sorry to disturb you, Sir," the pretty deckhand said as she passed us.

Peter lowered his voice, but not by much because of the music. "I haven't put the idea to Edward yet, but I'm going to if you don't soften your attitude towards me. So, Cass, think hard about your situation."

"Peter, forget it. I'm going to Japan in a couple of days. My drug habit is clearing, and I have every intention of earning the right to inherit the company."

"Unless you agree to become Mrs Gold, you'll inherit nothing," he said through gritted teeth so that Zoe couldn't hear.

"Go back to your whore, Peter. I saw you pawing her when you boarded the ship! She'll provide you with enough blowjobs to satisfy your depraved urges. Now, leave me alone."

He stood up and kicked the bucket and sent it skittling across the deck. It came to rest not far from the three buckets that Zoe had just placed in a line. "You'll see the light," he said, then stalked off, back to the upper saloon.

Zoe made a gesture with her hand. "My god, what got him riled?" She picked up the bucket and brought it over to me. I noticed that Zoe had a chain wrapped around her hand.

"Peter is an arsehole, Zoe. End of story. Thanks." I dropped the cloth into the empty bucket.

"He's an arsehole with millions in his bank account. Now if he wants to transfer a substantial amount into mine for a round of nine holes..." She made a gesture with her middle finger.

Zoe was under the impression that I was an escort brought in for the weekend to entertain the directors while her fellow deckhand was away. "He gives me the creeps, Zoe."

"Well, he definitely knows you. In fact, he thought I was you."

I felt as though I had to explain how I knew him. "Edward Gold took me to a military club last night. Peter was there and shagged me in the toilets."

She nodded knowingly. "If it's not animals, Edward makes us dress up like soldiers. I prefer that gear to these animal heads even though they are tiny uniforms and reveal everything.

"What's the chain for?" I asked.

"Cassie, Edward wants you to crawl into the saloon so that everyone gets a good look at you. He wants you to wiggle your ass and bark like a dog..."

"Oh, my god. In front of all the guests?"

She hunkered down. "Edward does this all the time. It's a fucking shit way to treat us, but the man is obsessed with turning us into animals. Puppy-girls are his favourite. On some trips, he has all three of us crawling around like dogs. His favourite trick in front of an audience, is to make us beg and then lick his hand like a real Puppy. In private, he likes his balls and cock licked." She stared at my serious face, then burst out laughing.

"Unfortunately, Zoe, I believe you." She unwound the chain which turned out to be a leash, then clipped it to my collar. "What about the bucket and rags?" I asked in an effort to delay the inevitable.

"You can put the stuff away later." She was ready to lead me into the saloon.

I dropped to my hands and knees, then followed quickly so that Zoe wasn't tugging on the chain. The double doors at the stern end of the saloon were pulled wide open. Everyone was seated along both sides of the cabin, apart from Edward who was standing in the centre at the end.

All heads turned when Edward spotted us and pointed in our direction. With Zoe holding the chain leash and me crawling along beside her legs, we must have looked like models from a BDSM catalogue.

He held his glass up. "Guys and gals, let me introduce, Zoe. She's leading Puppy, a new volunteer deckhand who loves her new Puppy-girl role..."

There were low mutterings as I passed the excited gathering. "I love the tail," one lad commented.

Edward waited until I was within six feet of where he was standing. "Are you going to behave yourself, girl?"

"Ruff, ruff," I replied.

I wiggled my ass for good measure while standing on all fours in front of the company managing director. My bushy tail stood upright so most of the audience had a good view of my bubble-like ass cheeks and my tight-lipped labia, all of which bore the evidence of my recent chastisement.

Frankly, I felt ridiculous and humiliated.

"This is the bitches first day at sea," Edward continued. So, she's untrained, but let's see if she understands a few commands. Sit!"

I sat back onto my heels and lifted my latex clad hands which I fisted to make them look like paws. There was a ripple of applause, then everyone joined in.

Edward patted the top of my Puppy head. "You are a clever girl. Let's see if she knows who her master is," he added in a louder voice.

He then offered the back of his hand to me, whereupon I began licking it with as much gusto as I could reasonably manage with the furry edges of the mouth hole getting in the way. When Edward praised me again there was another round of applause.

He picked up his glass from the shelf behind him and raised it. "To strict Puppy training!"

"Strict Puppy training," all the men roared, then lifted their glasses before taking a sip of their drinks.

It was one of the most bizarre moments that I had ever experienced.

"Are you ready to meet our guests, Puppy?"

"Ruff, ruff," I responded, which brought a huge smile to Edwards face.

Zoe handed the leather grip of the leash to Edward, then slipped away to join Kate, who was wearing a Mouse head and tail, at the bar. Left alone, on the end of a leash, with Edward, I couldn't kick the feeling that I was just one step away from becoming his real live pet...