"Uhh… I bet I can guess your astrology sign."
Hans looked at her. He saw her discomfort, and reveled in it.
"Go ahead and guess."
"Uhh… Taurus."
"Wrong."
"Scorpio?"
"Sorry."
"I give up, what is it?" Lynn asked wishing she'd never brought it up.
"Virgo." Hans' lips pronounced the syllables slowly, like an obscene challenge.
"Oh, I really can't believe that," Lynn giggled uncomfortably. Hans didn't laugh. He remained staring at her suggestively. "My, that gin and tonic is sure taking a long time," she said nervously. "Remind me not to have you bartend my next party." She forced a very weak laugh.
Hans paid no attention to the hint.
"Are you interested in astrology?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," Lynn replied uneasily, "Yes, I certainly am. Aren't you?"
"Sure." Hans was enjoying himself, watching this small helpless girl so obviously intimidated by his overpowering manliness. "I've got a book about it I think you'd really like."
"Oh, do you really?" said Lynn lamely, wanting only to escape the suffocating cabin and get back up into the refreshing sea breeze. "Well, I'd certainly love to see it some time."
"I'll get it for you," Hans said, making his way through the main cabin to the door of the fo'c'sle, his cabin.
"Oh no," Lynn said quickly, "Please don't go to any trouble."
"No trouble at all. Come on." Hans opened the door to his cabin and stood to one side. "I don't think you've seen this part of this beautiful boat."
Lynn hesitated. She had no desire to be alone with this powerful man in his own cabin. Hans came back to her, handed her her drink, and forced onto his face as much innocence as he could muster.
"What's the matter? Is something wrong?"
"Oh no, of course not," Lynn blurted out. She felt ridiculous. Why was she so frightened of men? Nothing could happen to her for God's sake, not here on the boat. Other women would be pleased and flattered by Hans' obvious interest in them. What's the matter with me, she wondered. I'm not a little kid. Once this thought had crossed her mind, there was no return. She had to accept the challenge. "Nothing's the matter. I'd love to see the book."
A chill of excitement sped down Hans' spine as Lynn capitulated, and centered with a quivering tingle in his loins. He knew he had won, and he knew nothing was going to stop the inevitable from happening. Not Johnson's warning not to overdo it, not Lynn's own screaming protestations, not even Neptune himself could stop him now from fucking her tight little cunt and exploding his cum up inside it with all the force of his powerfully surging body.
He breathed in the sweet scent of Lynn's voluptuous form as she brushed past him and stepped into his cabin. She walked the four steps to the end of the small space, and turned to him expectantly. Hans felt his huge cock seem to jump out at her all at once, as if it were trying to span those four steps between them in a single bound. He quickly turned to close the door after him, and felt pain as his massively pulsating penis began swelling faster than it ever had before, jerking upwards frantically, desperately searching for the tight, wet young vagina which would softly enfold its huge head and churning, writhing, twisting, suck it dry of its full load of searing, white hot sperm.
Hans tried to control his breathing. His chest was heaving now, and trying to stop it only made it worse. There was an unbelievable throbbing ache reaching out of his loins, grabbing his chest and twisting it mercilessly into a small tight knot. His legs began to quiver with the knowledge that they would soon be heaving between the sensuous young beauty's hotly sweating thighs.
Lynn was discomforted by the fact that Hans remained with his back to her. "Is anything the matter?" she asked.
"No…" Hans' voice squeaked as his throat suddenly contracted, choking off his breath. He cleared his throat, and desperately tried to bring his body under control. He couldn't. There was no time for playing around, no time for games, no time to try to ease into it. Hans turned the key in the lock of the door with a click that resounded through the cabin. And there was complete silence except for Hans' heavy, desperate breathing.
A shiver of paralyzing fear ran through Lynn's body as she realized what the captain was planning to do. This is crazy, she thought wildly. What is he… He must be crazy. And all of a sudden Lynn knew that Hans was crazy. Crazy with desire, crazy with a terrible lust which threatened to destroy everything that stood between it and the consummation of its fearful passions. Lynn turned to ice as she realized that the only thing which stood in the way of the Dutchman's lust for satisfaction, was her own, helpless, defenseless body.
"Hans!" Lynn cried, trying to control the unreasoning fear in her voice. "What are you doing?"
The captain turned to her slowly, his face a mask of tortured desire. "What am I doing?" he echoed, taking the key and forcing it into the pocket of his jeans, which were stretched tight across his desperately struggling cock. "I'm just locking the barn door, before the cows get out. I'm just locking one door, and opening another."
Lynn watched in horror as Hans' hand moved slowly down to the zipper of his jeans and fumbled with the clasp.
"Oh, noooo…" The trapped young wife backed away, the first tears of fright beginning to course unnoticed down her terrified face.
"That's it, cry a little for me, baby," Hans leered. "Why don't you try a little scream while you're at it. They'll never hear you up on deck."
Lynn knew that Hans was right. With the noises of the Vera's motor and the sea… She watched in horrified fascination as the powerful sailor finally freed the clasp of his zipper, and slowly pulled it downwards, exposing first a few wiry male pubic hairs, and then the unGodly bulge of his massively throbbing flesh and then… Hans' lone, eagerly jerking cock sprang powerfully from its prison and stood straight out from his loins, growing all the time in size, swelling until Lynn though it would burst. The only thing she could think in her hysterical state was that the Dutchman wasn't wearing any underwear. Hans' giant, throbbing column jutted out through the zipper of his jeans like a spear, and Lynn felt the point already at her throat. He began to step toward her.
"No… Hans… please… don't do this…" and suddenly the realization hit her like a shot, that Hans was going to do it, was going to shove that huge penis of his deep into her small, unwilling cunt, and she knew it would kill her.
She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out, and in those split seconds Hans crossed the short distance between them, and covered Lynn's small mouth with his own, engulfing it, devouring it. His arms shot out and scooped her to him, his hands biting into her arms and his mouth wrenching hers in a deep, brutal kiss.
Lynn strained against him, but he only wrapped her closer and began fucking his wetly swirling tongue deeply into her mouth, while his hands now bit through the material of her robe and dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks and back, pushing her cringing body powerfully into his hardening genitals.
Hans explored every ridge and hollow of the helpless young housewife's velvet, wetly caverned mouth. He held her straining and taut, every muscle tensed to rigidity, his hands and arms holding her prisoner, breasts squeezed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh worming between her legs until her reluctantly cringing young cunt was pressed hard up against him. She tried desperately to move her head, and Hans caught her skull in one hand and jerked her mouth under his again, deeper and harder.
Her small size made Lynn no match for this huge brute who held her so easily. His strength was just too much for her, and there was no way to break his hold. Instinct told her to go limp. Perhaps she could fool him, make him think he had hurt her, maybe then he would stop this brutal attack. Then she knew it was no use. Hans could kill her, and through his maddened lust he wouldn't even realize it.