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Dangerous Days at Sea

The song playing in the main room of the Gda?sk strip club where Geno worked was coming to its climax, and so was her client. As the final notes died away he grunted and gasped and Geno felt hot spooge splash against the fur of her ass, which she was rubbing against his exposed cock. Here in the semi-private cubicles off the main floor she was allowed to rub any part of herself against any part of the customer with the exception of genital-to-genital or mouth-to-genital contact. Those kinds of things were reserved or the private rooms upstairs, which cost considerably more than the fifty Zloty per song that was the going rate for the so-called Champagne rooms.

The club played songs in sets of three. If a client paid up front for all three Geno would strip during the first song, brushing her flanks occasionally against the customer who sat in an easily to clean leather armchair. During the second song she would press her breasts against his face and her ass against his crotch, where an erection as guaranteed to have grown. On the third song she rubbed harder, and a client familiar with the rules might choose to pull his cock out to get some fur-to-skin contact before shooting off. For her regulars that tipped well Geno tried to take most of it on her fur. For the pricks that whined about the cost or tried to stiff her by claiming they did not get a whole song she angled it so that they stained their own clothes.

The ones she really hated were the pricks that continuously begged for a blow job or a quickie but would not pay to go upstairs. Doing it in the Champagne rooms was against the rules because the boss didn't get his proper cut that way and the Police did not like it either. Prostitution was not illegal, but keeping a brothel was, so the boss was liable to be charged if one of the girls got caught doing it in the club. The upstairs rooms belonged to a separate corporate entity, on paper anyways, and the fee they paid to "rent" them was laundered thoroughly before reaching the boss's paws. That allowed the local Police Inspector to ignore what was going on and focus on more important crimes, which there were plenty of in the nation's largest port city.

Geno reached for a tissue to wipe her fur before pulling her costume back on. There was not much to it, just a lacy bra, frilly skirt and panties, but she had to wash it herself. She had three hours left to go in her shift and cum stains were difficult to get out once they set in. She hurried because she had to be back on the floor before the next song started otherwise the boss would charge her another twenty-five Zloty for the cubicle.

"Thanks, Geno. You're the best." The client said as he stood up and pulled his trousers back together. He was one of her regulars, a mallard duck in his forties named Dariusz Kaczka. The duck was some sort of big deal developer and had come to Gda?sk a year ago to build condos on the waterfront where the docks were no longer used for cargo. It was a scheme that had paid off big in other port cities that had been affected by the rescission that had hit Europe hard a few years back, or so he liked to claim. Geno lived near the docks and she saw no sign of the gentrification he said he was bringing to the neighbourhood. It was too bad, she thought, a few more street lights to protect the rich condo owners would make the walk from the bus stop to her apartment safer.

She turned to give him a quick kiss, as she did to all her best clients, and accept the fifty Zloty note he usually tipped her, but tonight his wing was empty. "Sorry, kid, but I'm running short on cash tonight. The hundred and fifty for the, uh, dance, was the last I had."

"Hey, no problem." The big-breasted cheetah replied, somewhat disappointed. "Tipping is never required." Unless you want to go home to your wife with a clean shirt, she added to herself.

The mallard bowed his bright green head in shame, and then he looked up with a grin. "Hey, I know, you like sailing?"

Here it comes, she thought, the proposition. They were usually a variation on "I'm all alone this weekend. Why don't you join me at the casino - the spa - Paris - my chalet? It was about time someone tried to get her into a floating bed. She opened her mouth to refuse politely but he rushed on.

"I'm tied up in the office all weekend but my yacht is all ready to go up at the port of Wladyslawowo. It really needs to be taken out for a good run before the season gets going, but I just don't have time what with all these meetings with the city planners, the engineers, the council." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small key ring with only two keys on it. "Why don't you and your boyfriend take her out for a cruise this Saturday? That's your day off right? The silver key is for the private dock entrance and the brass key is for the boat. The tanks are full, the bar is stocked and there's canned food in the galley. Just make shore you clean up any mess you and whatever lucky male you take along make." He winked one golden eye and clicked his yellow beak saucily.

Geno was taken by surprise. "Gee, Dariusz, I dunno. I'm not very good with boats." She stopped her paw halfway to the dangling keys, tempted but still uncertain.

"Oh come on! Gda?sk is full of sailors. You'll have no trouble at all finding some capable young fellow to take the helm while you sunbathe on the deck. Go on." He pressed the keys into her paw. "I'll be back on Monday. You can give me back the keys then and tell me all about your trip."

Before she could protest further he stepped around her and exited the cubicle area, and she had to hurry herself to get out on the floor as the music was starting again. Kaczka was already halfway to the door. Geno raised her paw to call him, but then she stopped and let it fall slowly to her side. Saturday was indeed her day off, and the forecast was for it to be unseasonably warm and sunny, which would make staying in her airless apartment unbearable. A day on the water would suit her just fine, and she did happen to know someone who could navigate a boat and give a decent massage. She drifted over to the bar and asked the barkeep to pass her purse over. She fished out her cell phone and used the speed dial to call the apartment of her best friend.

"Hey lover. No, I'm not calling for your sister; I know she's out of town digging up some Viking gravesite. What are you doing this weekend?

* * * * * * * *

This is the life, Geno thought as she soaked in the sun's rays on the back deck of Kaczka's yacht, the Alabama. She was laying face up on a deck chair and all that she was wearing was a broad leather collar, her big silver cross, and a black string bikini that consisted of three small triangles of material and about a metre of cord. To keep her blonde hair from blowing around in the breeze caused by their passage she had done it up in a bun and secured it with a hairpiece shaped like a rose that was held in place with a pair of rosewood pegs. It had been a gift from Coyotka, her best friend.

Up above on the flying bridge her friend's twin brother, Coyotek, was driving the fifteen metre yacht through the small waves, heading generally northeast into the Baltic, away from the regular shipping lanes. As forecast the day was sunny, the temperature was in the high twenties, and there was no breeze to speak of; all-in-all a perfect day to be out on the open water.

She had had no trouble convincing Coyotek, who knew a bit about boats and navigation, to take her out. Not only was it an opportunity for him to get his paws on a luxury yacht it also offered a chance to get his paws on her. They had been on again - off again lovers or a few years now, neither exclusive to each other, or to either sex in particular. On the phone she had playfully reminded him of the time she and Coyotka had caught him pawing off while spying on them.

"You two were doing it, in my bed." He sputtered. "You asked me to film it with your video camera!"

"Exactly, you were supposed to be filming us, not pawing off. That's a little creepy considering I involved your sister, don'tcha think?"

"I_was_ filming ... with one paw anyway."

"Yeah, and the picture came out so shaky you would swear we were doing it during an earthquake." Geno frowned at the memory of the wasted video tape. Coyotka didn't often get drunk enough to let herself be filmed, especially by her brother, and when she sobered up the next morning she swore that she would never do it again. We'll see about that, Geno had smirked to herself, but for now I need a boat driver. "Well if you don't want to come I'm sure I can find someone else, Gda?sk is full of sailors after all. It's too bad though. They say that the open water is the perfect place for nude sunbathing and you could use a few rays."

The insinuation that they would be nude together on the boat, and thoughts of where that could lead, were enough to convince him that the trip was worthwhile. He had agreed to meet her at the train station first thing Saturday morning.

They had caught the first train north through Puck and on to Wladyslawowo, at the base of the Hel Peninsula. The station there was less than a kilometre from the docks and the private marina where the duck kept his boat. As promised one of the keys opened the gate and the other fit the ignition of the sleek white craft. Coyotek had spent the first thirty minutes familiarizing himself with the controls and instruments while Geno checked out the rest of the ship.

Below decks there was a living room, a bedroom with a large bed, a small kitchen and a smaller toilet. Up top the front deck was fully occupied with chains and ropes and anchors and a small rubber zodiac with a large outboard motor. It was not flat enough to lay on comfortably in any event. The back deck was much nicer, with a wide open space and a diving platform at the stern. Between the two was an enclosed wheelhouse where all the instruments were and above that was the open flying bridge, where one could pilot the boat from in good weather. It gave a better view of the harbour exit and the boats they might encounter, Coyotek claimed when he told her that he would steer the boat from up there. She suspected that it also gave him a better view of her laying on the deck chair. She decided to keep the bikini on until they were out on the open sea; away from other boats that they might crash into while he was busy peeking at her.

They were about an hour out when Coyotek throttled back the engines and came down on deck to grab a can of beer. He had left his shirt up top and now wore just a pair of navy blue shorts with a white cloth belt, a cross similar to hers and his glasses.

"Are we far enough out not to have to worry about other boats?" Geno asked, toying with the string on her bikini top.

"Almost." He answered, adjusting his pince-nez glasses on his muzzle. He could see things up close fine without them, but the farther away things were the fuzzier they became. He had to wear them for driving so he figured he best keep them on while piloting the boat. "Far enough out that we can rely on the radar to let us know if anyone is coming." He took a long sip of his beer.

Geno stood and looked around. Except for a couple of moving dots on the horizon there was nothing but water as far as the eye could see. "You sure you can find your way back?"

"Sure. This tub has everything. Radio, Sonar, Loran, a satellite phone, even a geolocator in case we lose power and they have to come find us. We'd be rescued before we ran out of caviar." As if on cue a strident beeping began in the interior wheelhouse. Coyotek turned and entered the cabin, emerging a moment later with a small frown on his face.

"That's a short range distress signal. Some fool in his motorboat probably got too far out. I guess that we better go see if we can help." He sounded disappointed. This could delay or even prevent the naked activities he was anticipating.

Geno shrugged. "They probably just need gas and directions back to the mainland. The sooner we find them and get them pointed in the right direction the sooner we can get back to sunbathing. Meanwhile," she lay down on her stomach and undid her top, showing a considerable amount of side boob in the process, "since there is nothing that I can do to help I'll work on my tan."

She felt the boat turn as Coyotek throttled up, heading in the direction of the signal. Fifteen minutes later he slowed down again. Geno replaced her top and went to join him on the flying bridge. A hundred metres ahead of them there was a beat up old fishing boat bobbing on the waves, powerless. A thin line of black smoke was rising up from the engine compartment. A muscular wolf in a tight tee shirt with a ball cap pulled low over its eyes was standing beside the engine hatch waving his arms at them. The only other occupant they could see was a snake with a large head. It shambled around the deck apparently trying to put out whatever was burning in the engine compartment.

"Yoo, the boat." The wolf called out in accented Polish as they approached. "We got a bit of engine trouble. Can you give us a tow back to the mainland?"

Coyotek singled affirmative and steered the yacht around beside the shorter fishing vessel so he could toss them a line. "Hey!" He said, hesitating before he threw the rope. "Is it true that if I get a line on your disabled vessel that I'm entitled to half the value of your ship and cargo?"

"Sure are." The wolf barked a short laugh. "But half of fuck all is dick all and that's still more than what this shit box is worth." He held out his big paws and motioned for Coyotek to throw the line.

Coyotek complied with a laugh of his own. What, he thought, would I do with half of a fishing boat anyway? "How did you know we were Polish?' He asked as he sailed the line over.

"The flag." The wolf replied, jerking his head to the bow of the yacht as he caught the rope and wound it around a brass cleat.

Geno, watching from the flying bridge, looked forward. There was a short flagpole on the bow of the boat, but instead of a Polish flag here was an ensign with Kaczka's corporate logo, a green duck's head and his initials. She turned back to the fishing boat and saw movement in the shadows of the wheelhouse and realized that something was not right. But before she could call out a warning the situation changed quickly. Having grabbed the rope Coyotek had thrown the wolf pulled hard, bringing the two boats together. As he did the snake leapt onto the yacht and wrapped his massive arms around Coyotek, immobilizing him. Then two more creatures ran out of the wheelhouse and jumped onto the yacht, one at each end.

Geno was trapped. There was a rottweiler with a pot belly advancing on her from the bow and some kind of lizard with an AK-47 closing in from the stern. With the wolf climbing the starboard side of the bridge her only option was to dive over the port rail into the Baltic, but she didn't bother. Even if she got away from them they were over forty kilometres from the closest shore and with the sun directly overhead now she had no idea which direction to swim in. She stood her ground and raised her paws as the three drew close.

The rottweiler grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms roughly behind her. "Hey, Szwediko, look what we got here." He tied her paws together as the lizard approached.

"Nice. The boss said that there would be perks on this job." The reptile hissed with a Swedish accent.

"Zielinski! Go help Klaudiusz tie up the coyote." The wolf ordered. "Szwediko, bring the cat to the back deck." Both creatures rushed to comply, establishing the wolf as the one in charge. As the reptile led her to the ladder connecting the bridge and the deck Geno managed to brush her breasts against the wolf's muscular upper arm. It wouldn't hurt to suck up to the boss, she thought, maybe get better treatment while they were being held hostage. And she was sure that they would be held hostage, as least as long as the pirates thought that they were the rich owners of the boat. That's how pirates make their money, after all, by ransoming captives and selling the boats they stole, she told herself. There was always an article or two in the news about that sort of thing happening around the Horn of Africa, and there had been that movie with the American coyote, Tom Shanks. She supposed that Baltic pirates were much the same, but more circumspect, because she had never read anything about them. There was nothing to worry about, she concluded, as long as Coyotek did not give the game away by saying anything stupid.

"Hey," her companion called to the wolf as the snake shoved him onto the deck beside Geno, "if you guys want the boat you can take it. It's not ours anyway." Geno cringed and gave him an evil look. His face fell in confusion. "What?" He asked.

"We know that it's not yours." The wolf said as he slid down the ladder. "And, no we don't want the boat. It's in worse shape than the one you 'rescued' us from." Geno looked back to the fishing boat. The smoke had disappeared and the engines had started up. They were idling with a deep throbbing gurgle, like powerful, athletic beasts waiting to be unleashed. There must be a fifth pirate still in the wheelhouse there she figured.

"What? This is a great boat!" Coyotek declared. "Just look at all the cool gear on it."

"The gear is top notch, I'll give you that." the Wolf conceded. "It's our payment or this job. We'll strip it of and sell it. But the hull is rotten and the engines are on their last legs. The thing would cost more to fix than it would to buy a new boat, and the boss don't have the cash for either at the moment."

The wolf isn't the boss, Geno realized, and this was some other sort of criminal activity than piracy. "You're not pirates, you work for Kaczka." She guessed.

"Pirates?" the wolf barked as his crew broke out in laughter. "On the Baltic? The most heavily trafficked and patrolled stretch of water in the world? That would be a short career indeed. Yes, we work for Kaczka when we don't have a scheme going elsewhere, on shore normally, getting permits and papers and bills of sale from those otherwise reluctant to sign them." He sneered.

"If you don't want the boat, why did you stop us?" Coyotek asked. "You could have taken the electronics from the dock."

"That would do for us, but the boss has this little cash flow problem." The wolf rubbed his thumb and his first two digits together. "The boat is worth nothing on the market, but it's insured to the hilt. If it's lost or stolen the company will pay for a replacement, and prices have gone up considerably since the duck bought her."

"You're going to sink it." Geno deduced.

"The term is 'scuttle'. We're going to scuttle her."

"But the insurance company has got to suspect that he had it, her, sunk for the payoff." Coyotek insisted. "They are going to need something more than a young couple showing up back on shore saying the boat was stolen out from under them."

"Jesus, you're dumb." Geno muttered as the wolf broke out in a broad grin.

"Exactly." The wolf said. "That is why Kaczka is going to the cheetah's club Monday to report that his keys are missing. He's not going to accuse anyone, but he will mention that he remembered having them before his session with Blondie here, and does not recall seeing them afterward. He'll ask them to check with you to see if you 'found' them, but that it is not urgent, as he has a spare set and wasn't going out on his boat until next Sunday anyway."

"Let me guess." Geno interrupted. "There are security cameras on the dock and at the marina entrance. When he reports his boat missing they will have video of us arriving, using the keys to get in and us going on the boat. Probably even of Coyotek on the flying bridge as we left."

"You got it Blondie. You should have been one of those detectives. You got the rest figured out?"

"The boat disappears, and we disappear with it. The geolocator goes dead and the insurance company figures we either had an accident or disabled it and stole the boat. If the electronics show up in some pawn shop it will just reinforce the second theory. But either way Kaczka gets his cash, you get the proceeds from the electronics and we're never seen again."

Coyotek had gone pale while Geno was talking. "I don't want to die!" He turned to the wolf. "Please don't kill me!"

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you."

Relieved, Coyotek let out a lungful of air. "Thank God for that."

"No, you'll either drown or the water pressure will kill you. Depends on how fast this tub sinks."

"Wha- ..."

The wolf and his gang broke out in laughter. "Sorry, just kidding. No, we're not going to kill you, if you behave. After we scuttle this tub we're going to meet up with a cargo ship off the coast of Lithuania. They just brought a cargo of females in from Africa and Asia for the brothels of Europe. Species traffickers, they are. But the market goes both ways. Kaczka has already collected a commission by selling Blondie here to an Arab Sheik that he knows. They don't get a lot of natural blondes out there, and he really went wild when he saw your picture from the club's brochure."

Geno recalled that photo. It showed her in a sexy pose on a heart-shaped cushion wearing nothing but a come-hither look and a red garter. It left nothing to the imagination and had drawn a lot of customers to the club, and to her.

"As for you," the wolf turned to Coyotek, "not all of these rich guys are into pussy. There's a big fat panda waiting for you in Hong Kong. You're considered an exotic species there. He'll let you keep your balls as long as you keep him happy, but once he tires of you off they come and you become just a house servant, so you better learn to like it."

A whine escaped from Coyotek's trembling mouth, but further conversation was cut off as the pirates attended to their business. While they had been talking the lizard had gone back up to the bridge and started the engines. He turned the ship northeast and increased the speed until they were cruising at about two-thirds power. The fishing boat kept pace easily, just off the starboard beam.

"Where are you taking us?" Geno asked when the roar of the engines settled into a steady drone.

"Probably the deepest point in the Baltic." Coyotek injected glumly.

"Not quite." The wolf responded. "The deepest spot is four hundred and fifty-nine metres, and that's so deep no one will pick up the hull of this tub on sonar unless they were searching for it. But it's just south of Stockholm and right smack in the middle of one of the busiest shipping lanes in the Baltic; too busy to scuttle her there. But there is a large patch that's two hundred and thirty-nine metres deep between the island of Gotland and Latvia that's way outside the shipping routes and poorly monitored. We won't get there until midnight and that's fine too, gives us time for a little entertainment."

Geno could not see his eyes, but his grin was evil enough for her to guess what the big canine meant. To confirm her fears, the wolf pushed Coyotek aside and forced him to sit on a hatch cover off to one side. Then he advanced on her, undoing his belt as he came. Geno took a step backwards but came up against the hard cold body of the snake. The rottweiler grabbed one of her arms and the snake held the other. She squirmed but their grip was too tight to evade.

"Let's see what Kaczka sent us for our bonus, boys." The wolf said as he reached up to Geno's neck and snapped the cord that held up her bikini top with one powerful paw. "Niccce." He commented as the bra fell to reveal the last few square centimetres of her large, round breasts and the large pale nipples at their apex. He rubbed the pink protrusions and smiled as they involuntarily perked up. He pulled her breasts apart and stuck his muzzle between them before squeezing them roughly together.

"Mmmmm, smells nice." He pulled his head up and grabbed the string on her bikini bottom. "Have at her, boys!" He called as he broke the string and threw the triangle of black material overboard.

A forked tongue invaded her ear as the snake leaned over her shoulder and she turned her head away, only to encounter the rottweiler's rough mouth on hers. The wolf had dropped his trousers to reveal the fact that he did not bother with underwear and that he was easily excited. His erect cock bounced in front of him as he closed in on her, groping her breasts and sticking the thick prick between her thighs. She could feel the snake fumbling around behind her and soon felt a long, hard, cold cock between her cheeks, where their boss had recently gotten his off. She did not move, but she did not have too, the reptile was dry humping her big round cheeks like a basset hound in heat. The rottie was still holding her arm and trying to stick his tongue down her throat but had managed to pull his own stubby cock out of his pants and was stroking it with his free paw.

The wolf dropped to the deck on his back and he pulled her down with him. Following his lead the snake kneeled behind her, grabbing her tail and pulling it out of the way so he could see himself against her. The wolf spat a big wad of saliva into its paw and rubbed it on the head of its cock before grabbing Geno's hips and guiding her down to it. She tried to resist, pushing up with her legs but the Rottie and the snake kicked them out from under her. She came down hard on the wolf's prick and searing pain shot through her. The wolf did not seem to mind though; he just lifted her by the waist and drove her down again and again and again. In self defence her vagina began to produce the lubricating fluids that normally only came with a fair amount of foreplay. The wolf slid in and out of her more easily, and he signed in pleasure.

The snake took that as a sign to up his game. Pulling her tail to one side he spat and a gooey glob of some strange substance struck her square on the tail hole. It was more than spit. There was something in there that made her skin tingle, and it was slick and sticky. She wondered why he had done it but did not have to wonder long. The reptile grabbed its long thin cock, put the head against the sodden orifice and shoved it in. The glob of saliva stuck to it and spread, over him and into her. Like the skin on her ring piece the inside of her anus began to tingle too. The effect, along with the sensations brought by having her tail hole stretched, brought involuntary chills and shivers to her spine. She had no idea what was in that saliva, but if they could synthesize it they could make a fortune.

With her paws still tied behind her, her legs kicked out from under her and a pair of pricks pinning her down Geno was not going anywhere. So the rottweiler let go of her arm and grabbed her head instead. He put a paw on either side, avoiding the delicate hairpiece and the pointy pegs that held it in place. He could have pulled it off but he thought that it made her look more exotic. He forced her face to turn toward him, and his short, thick prick bounced against her short snout.

"Open up, Blondie." He told her as he pressed his thumbs into the point on her jaw where the bones met. Her mouth fell open. She could not close it without suffering incredible pain. The dog pushed his cock into her mouth as soon as she gave up trying. She gagged a bit as he drove it to the back of her throat, but not too much. It was thick but it barely made it to her tonsils. As long as her nose was not blocked she would be okay.

The three creatures pumped and pounded and poked at her. She writhed, partly trying to avoid the worst of it and partly from the traitorous sensations that her lower regions were sending up. The movement only seemed to encourage the three, who drove at her all the harder while swearing, calling her dirty names and hissing in her ears.

"Hey, leave some of that for me!" Geno looked up to where the voice had come from. The lizard, still holding its AK-47, was leaning on the rail of the flying bridge and watching them intently.

"You just steer the boat and guard the other prisoner Szwediko." The wolf grunted.

The lizard swore and turned back to the helm, but as he did he glanced over to the hatch where Coyotek was sitting and broke into laughter. "Hey, look at this guy! He's got a hard on bigger than yours Kasper." Peeking out of the corner of her eye Geno saw that her friend's brother did indeed have a raging erection, one that made the front of his shorts rise up above his belt buckle.

"Don't blame him." The wolf replied. "It must be pretty hot seeing his girlfriend getting done by three studs like us."

"Yeah, three studs like us." The rottie chimed in. The snake just flicked its forked tongue into Geno's ear again.

"It's not his girlfriend that he's watching." The Swedish lizard hooted. "It's Klaudiusz's ass and balls! That's all he can see from that angle. And he's been peeking at you too Kasper. I think that he likes you."

"Ha! Well he's out of luck. I'm straight all the way." The wolf turned his head toward Coyotek. "After I yiff the spots off your girlfriend's cunt we're all going to rotate places and take her hole by hole. Then we'll rest up till dark and do her all over again."

"Hey, what about me?" The lizard cried.

"Fuck you Szwediko. You lost the toss so you got to drive this tub to the sinking point. At least you get to watch though. Not like poor Malusie?ki."

"Ah, he's not missing anything .... unless ...." The lizard looked down at Coyotek, who was still sporting an erection. "You know what Malusie?ki likes, and it would be a shame to send him to the client, uh, un-initiated."

The wolf paused moment and thought. "Sure, we got time. Stop the engines and call him alongside." Then he went back to driving Geno's pussy as hard as he could.

The lizard cut the engines just as Geno took a full load of spooge in the mouth. The rottie took his rapidly deflating penis from her and shook it, spraying the last few drops on her face. Behind her the snake came too, a hot blast in her ass that soon started to tingle like its spit had. It was accompanied with a lot of hissing and tongue work. The wolf lasted a little longer, probably because he has stopped for a moment to talk to the lizard, but he came with a howl before the boat came to a full stop. The three of them left her lying on the deck while they waited for Malusie?ki to tie the fishing boat to a tow rope and board the yacht.

A few minutes later the yacht tilted as a hundred and fifty kilo brown bear stepped onboard. The craft righted itself as he moved to the centre of the deck. Geno looked up at its massive bulk and noted the large bulge in its cut-off jeans. His cock was roughly the size of a toddler's arm and it wasn't even erect yet. Wherever he stuck that was going to hurt for days, she knew. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the worst.

But the bear was not interested in her. He was staring at Coyotek and his amazing stand-up swimming trunks. Coyotek tried to shy away but the lizard had come down on the deck behind him and he pushed the terrified coyote forward with the butt of his assault rifle. The bulge in the bear's jeans grew as the one in Coyotek's shorts shrank.

"Engine room?" The bear asked.

"Below decks." The wolf replied. Malusie?ki shambled off and returned holding a can of engine grease. He squeezed the can in one massive paw and the lid popped off, clattering to the deck. With the other paw he grabbed Coyotek by the scruff of his neck and lifted him clear off the hatch cover. He turned the coyote in mid-air and put him back down on his knees across the hatch. He patted Coyotek tenderly on the head and then he grabbed the back of the blue swim trunks and pulled, hard. The cloth belt snapped and the thin material split in two places. The shorts joined Geno's bikini bottom in the salty sea.

"Hold his tail." The bear ordered and the lizard slung his AK-47 across his back and complied. He got a good grip on Coyotek's fluffy spotted tail and pulled it up toward him, exposing Coyotek's tail hole. Coyotek's balls and cock dangled loosely between his legs. The bear dipped two digits into the can of grease and slathered a glob on his cock, rubbing it all over. Then he dipped again and this time spread the contents around Coyotek's hole. He reached down and retrieved the lid, secured it, and placed the can down on the deck out of the way before shuffling up behind the trembling coyote. Geno cringed in sympathy for what was about to happen.

"Well, enough of that, then." The wolf said, turning away from the scene and stoking his cock back to hardness as he stepped toward Geno. "I get the mouth this time." The other two rotated positions, lubricating themselves and her with spit as before. The first cock entered her just as Coyotek screamed as his tail hole was stretched beyond endurance.

She could see what was happening to him over the hip of the wolf. The lizard was still holding his tail up along his back and the bear was screwing his gigantic cock slowly into Coyotek's tail hole. Only half of the bulbous head had penetrated by the time Coyotek started screaming, but the bear did not stop or slow down his advance. Coyotek's tail hole stretched and stretched until Geno was sure that it was going to tear but the engine grease and the bear's slow, steady progress kept it from rupturing. When the whole head popped inside both Coyotek and the bear heaved sighs of relief. But the bear was not done yet.

Its shaft was narrow just behind the head, but it grew steadily thicker along its thirty centimetre length, ending like a tree truck just above two huge furry balls. Slick with grease, it moved in a half a centimetre and back out. The next stroke went in a full centimetre, and the third went in two. Coyotek cried out each time, but the friction on the tender flesh was sending signals that his cock was responding to. By the time the bear was drilling half his length into the slim coyote's ass Coyotek's erection was back and it vibrating in the air under his belly by the time the bear's hips banged up against his cheeks. Four furry balls slapped together as bear came up against coyote again and again.

"Hey look!' The Lizard pointed to Coyotek's erection. "He likes it!"

"What's not to like?" Malusie?ki grunted as he rocked and rolled his hips, relishing the feel of tender coyote flesh on his cock. "The client in Hong Kong is going to be very pleased with this one."

Between watching the three on Geno and the bear invading an ass cute enough to belong to either sex, the lizard was going crazy. Everywhere he looked a hard cock was pistoning in and out of a moist hole. If he tore his eyes off those holes he could still see Geno's firm breasts swaying in the sun, or the curve of her ass as the rottie pushed against it. Even looking down at the coyote he could imagine that it was a female. From above it looked just like that archeologist chick they had stolen some Viking artifacts from the other week. They had gang raped her and her one-armed assistant too.

The lizard could not take it anymore. He released Coyotek's tail and dropped his trousers. "You're the Captain of this tub, for today anyway, right?" Coyotek nodded, unable to take his eyes off the scaly green penis that bobbed a couple of centimeters away from his snout. "Well then, it's you duty to go down on your ship. But you look like you need some practice so you can start by going down on me." With that he grabbed Coyotek's cheeks and squeezed so hard that the coyote opened its mouth to yelp. When he did the lizard slipped his scaly cock inside. It was hard and ribbed and tasted salty in Coyotek's mouth. It wasn't the first cock that he had harboured there, but it was the first time one had found its way in uninvited, and his first lizard too. His first ass raping for that matter. This trip was turning out to be a real bummer.

"I didn't know you were Bi." The bear mentioned to the lizard casually as he continued to pound the coyote's ass.

"I'm not." The lizard grunted, keeping his eyes on the sky and imagining the face of that archeologist as the coyote began to suck on his cock. "It's not gay if you're not the one doing the sucking."

"Keep telling yourself that." The bear sneered. Then he dropped the conversation so he could concentrate on the butt he was loving.

Despite the violation of his body Coyotek was responding to the feel and the taste of the cocks inside him. He had read somewhere that the stimulation of the glands inside one's anal canal and throat could cause involuntary erections and ejaculation, so one should not be ashamed if they came during a rape. But he had to admit that his response was not entirely involuntary. The sense of danger, the exotic taste of reptile, the sheer size of the bear's cock and the skill with which he manoeuvred it all helped to make this one of the most intense experiences of his life. His cock had never been this hard, nor had it ever ached so for relief. But the massive cock was not only filling him to capacity, it was pressing on the pelvic muscles that controlled ejaculation. Coyotek had unwittingly been put in a state that only masters of tantric sex should be able to attain, one where an orgasm could be held off indefinitely while the sensations multiplied in their intensity.

But tantric masters were used to the incredibly sharp and powerful sensations this produced and Coyotek wasn't. It was torture to him, and he began to whine around the lizard's prick in frustration.

"Aw, the poor kid needs some relief." The bear said, not unkindly. "Come here, little fellah, let Malusie?ki lend you a helping paw."

There were still traces of engine grease on the huge paw that the bear wrapped around Coyotek's cock and it slid easily up and down the coyote's shaft in time with the bear's thrusts. Coyotek forgot that he was being raped and sucked eagerly on the cock in his mouth as the waves of pleasure swept over him. The bear was not far from his orgasm. Its rhythm sped up and his fist flew on Coyotek's cock as the ursine prick pulled out a bit more with each stroke. The further it came out the less pressure there was on Coyotek's kegel muscles, and the closer he came to cumming too. The lizard was rocking his hips too as he neared the end. With a grunt the bear pulled his cock out of Coyotek's ass to let its spooge spray across those cute cheeks. As soon as it was out Coyotek's balls shot a wad so powerful he was afraid that it would burst the tubes before it made it to his shaft. He painted the hatch cover with his cum as the bear continued to spray his ass. Then the lizard came, and Coyotek barely had time to spit its cock out before a fountain of sticky white semen splashed on his face. He closed his eyes but his glasses blocked most of it anyway.

Over on the other side of the deck the other three were just finishing up their second round with Geno. One of them suggested a beer break to recover before the third go at her. The bear wiped the last drops of sperm off its cock on the fur of Coyotek's ass and called for a beer too. "I could go again right now but I'll give the kid a few minutes to recover." Malusie?ki said. "I want to try that sweet mouth next. You want the back end Szwediko?"

"I told you, I'm not gay."

"Suit yourself."

In the end Szwediko decided that it didn't make him gay if it he wasn't the one getting his ass yiffed. Coyotek discovered just how much cock he could swallow without gagging, and Malusie?ki learned how good it felt to have his spooge swallowed and his cock licked clean while still erect. The wolf, the rottweiler and the snake discovered that they could not exhaust the curvaceous cheetah, but that she could exhaust them. By the time it was dark they had to put the boat on autopilot as all five collapsed into the big bed for a nap.

"You sure that it's safe?" The wolf asked Szwediko, who seemed to know the most about boats of the five, before they went down to the cabin with the bed.

"Sure Kasper. The auto pilot will take the boat to any coordinate you set and keep it there until we turn it off. The radar will sound an alarm if it picks up anything bigger than a bathtub on an interception course."

"Okay. Shackle those two good before you come inside. I don't want them calling the navy while we're sleeping."

The lizard did as he was told, using metal cuffs to secure them face to face on either side of the mast that held the navigation and communications gear. Coyotek began to wiggle his paws in an attempt to pull them through the tight metal loops. They rattled against Geno's and the metal mast.

Geno grabbed his wrists to stop him. "Wait until they're asleep." She cautioned.

Five minutes later a cacophony of snores announced that it safe to move around.

Geno began by sliding their paws up as high as they would go on the mast. Then she bent her head and instructed Coyotek to pull the rosewood pegs carefully out of her hairpiece, but not to lose either the pegs or the silk flower. He worked by the glow of the navigation lights, and when he had them off he passed the flower to Geno. She pulled the silk rose apart, retrieving the wire that gave it its shape. Then she twisted the wire around one of the rosewood pegs, leaving a hook-shaped protrusion at the end. Turning their paws so the dim light illuminated the keyhole of one of her cuffs she began to work at the lock.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Coyotek asked.

"A cop I know showed me." She commented as she wiggled the wire to and fro inside the keyhole. "Some clients can get a little rough." She said no more as she concentrated on the task. A moment later she was rewarded with a soft "click" and one paw was free. She had Coyotek hold on to it so it would not bang against the metal post while she worked on the other. After she had both paws free she released him. Coyotek had to stifle a gasp of pain as he lowered his arms back to their natural position.

"What now?" He whispered.

"You go turn off the radar, and grab the satellite phone while you're at it. Then show me how to enter coordinates into the autopilot."

As quiet as ninja mice, the two entered the wheelhouse and made the adjustments to the instruments while the pirates snored in the cabin below. When they were done the ship started a long slow turn to the southwest. Their street clothes were in the closet of the sleeping cabin, but the bag with her purse and his wallet were still where they had left it, hanging on a hook near the helm. Back on the rear deck, Geno used a small jackknife from her purse to cut the fishing boat loose. She would have taken it but she had seen the bear pocket the keys before he started butt fucking Coyotek, and his pants were back on him. Neither of them knew how to hotwire a boat and they did not want to be stranded here outside the sea lanes with no food or water, so they set it adrift just to spite the pirates.

"What were those coordinates you gave me?" Coyotek asked after she was done.

"The main dock at the port of Gda?sk." She answered as they crawled along the side of the boat to get to the front deck. "One of the merchant sailors that comes to the club a lot has it tattooed on his groin. I see it all the time."

Coyotek did not ask how she came to be looking at a tattoo located there often enough to memorize it. But he had to mention one thing. "The way we set the autopilot this boat is going to head straight for Gda?sk." He reminded her.

"Yeah, I figured that."

"But the Hel Peninsula is in the way. "We'll crash about halfway along it."

"They'll crash halfway along it. We're leaving." They had arrived on the front deck and Geno began freeing the rubber zodiac from its moorings. "Besides, a boat this size will be picked up by the coastal radar long before they reach land. The Stra? Graniczna will probably intercept them before they crash. But before or after, I have a feeling that when they do they'll find a few warrants outstanding for these five. They're going to have some explaining to do."

"So will we. The Police are still going to think that we stole the boat once they see the security camera images."

"Leave that to me." Geno said in the dark. "Kaczka isn't the only one who knows a few people."

They slipped the zodiac over the side and lowered themselves into it. They let the yacht motor away until they could not hear the engines anymore before starting the outboard motor. It was a powerful engine and they flew across the water in the dark. While Geno made a call on the satellite phone Coyotek lined them up with the North Star off the starboard beam and they began the long ride back to the mainland.

* * * * * * * * *

Dawn comes early on the north coast of Poland in the summer. The first light of day showed that Coyotek's dead reckoning navigation had brought them back close to their point of origin of Wladyslawowo. Geno instructed him to head for the beach east of Jastrz?bia Góra, where a friend of hers was to meet them. Coyotek spotted the distinct red and white lighthouse and headed towards it. When they were closer she directed him to a dock near the lighthouse.

There was a boat already tied up at the dock. It had a dark blue hull with a diagonal red stripe on it and white superstructure. Coyotek swallowed nervously. It was a patrol boat from the Stra? Graniczna's marine division. He looked to Geno and she told him to continue to the dock.

"They're friends." She said. "Sort of."

Geno jumped out of the zodiac as they slid up to the dock. An SG sailor with four white stripes on his epaulettes jumped down from the patrol boat to meet her. After giving her an affectionate hug he passed her a pair of SG gym shorts and tee shirt. He tossed another pair toward the zodiac where Coyotek was just tying it to the dock. Coyotek pulled them on gratefully. The salt spray had made his fur stiff and he was starting to chaff in tender spots, spots already rubbed raw by the bear's labours. He was also glad to be covered up because he had a feeling that someone was watching him from the wheelhouse of the SG boat.

The sailor, a Tatra sheep dog with his fur clipped short military fashion produced two electronic devices from inside his tunic. "The hard drives from the marina." He told Geno as she took them. "And we just heard on the radio that the yacht ran aground near Nadmorski Park, on the peninsula. The local police have the five in custody; they got a little banged up when the boat came to a sudden stop. I looked up the insurer like you asked and told them what you 'overheard' at the club. No one is going to be collecting any insurance money for it anytime soon."

"Thanks Marceli." Geno said, pressing herself up against the large dog hard enough to flatten her breasts between them. "I owe you one."

"That you do, but not just me. I had to cut my Bosman in on the deal. He's in charge of the boat so we have to take care of him too." He jerked his head toward the patrol boat, where a tall red fox had appeared on deck. The fox had a single chevron on his shoulder board, marking him as a Bosman, the most junior of non-commissioned officers. Despite what must have been a low salary the Bosman appeared to be very style conscious; his uniform had a perfect, tailored fit and his fur was carefully coiffured. Geno was thinking that a threesome with him and the sheepdog could be fun when she noticed that he was not looking at her with lust in his eyes, as expected. The lust was there, but his gaze was aimed at her coyote companion, who was bent over with his ass toward the Bosman, trying to keep the too-tight SG shorts from binding where his flesh was raw, and he had not noticed the fox's stare yet.

"I figured you might know a male stripper to set him up with." The sailor shrugged. "But it looks like he's taken a liking to your friend."

"Oh boy." Geno said, biting her lip. "How am I going to break this to him?"

"Just tell him to hold that pose," he said, giving her a wink, "and the boss will drive him home."

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