Sakura wakes up early with an idea, a wicked, naughty idea. As much as she wants to sleep in with Kelly, she has to act. She wakes Kelly up with some gentle kisses, excitedly explaining her idea and the two get up and set to work. They call Luke and the crew and set them to work straight away. After the security fuck up the crew are happy to have a mission that could start to make amends.

Fortunately, after more than a week at sea the guests were settled into a very slow start. The first guests start to appear on the deck as the crew finish the final preparations.

The guests are mostly dressed in swim wear, bikinis and sarongs for the women and shorts or speedos for the men. They find tables by the outside pool bar, assuming their usual breakfast followed by a day of sex and fun. The cruise is nearing its end, the shoreline already in sight, the last chance to enjoy this insane trip.

They sit down they start to gossip, Sakura and Kelly are seated at the bar, free of any restraints for the first time in days. Many aren’t aware of the change in fates and were expecting, hoping even, to have more fun with these two.

But that has changed. They are free and unhindered, dressed in matching pristine white towel robes and flanked by six security guards. Their breakfast lies finished beside them, but the rest of the guests are not being served yet, other than ice cold water. The suspense builds throughout the crowd until almost all of the guests have surfaced.

Sakura and Kelly spin around to face the crowd at the tables, smiling. They look fresh, full of life, looking beautiful and made up with mascara, eye liner and subtle lipstick. Sakura has the face of an anime heroine, stunningly beautiful with wide open expressions. Her long silky black hair is tied in a loose ponytail and although her robe might hide it, the guests have all seen her body, petite frame and toned limbs somehow supporting her voluptuous breasts.

Kelly is tall, not just compared to Sakura, but to any women and some men. Her thick brunette hair is also tied into a loose ponytail. She is beautiful, but in a different sort of way. She is the girl next door of many men’s imagination, classically pretty, but also athletic and strong. A gym bunny if ever there was one.

Kelly stays seated as Sakura leaps from her stool and starts walking around the guests. A lav mic in her robes pipes her voice through the ships PA system, she speaks in a soft, sensual voice.

“Good morning honeyed guests. My, my you have had such a wonderful cruise. You have got to live out incredible activities, punishing, spanking, fucking, whipping, abusing. Oh wow it’s been fun, we hope you’ve loved every delicious second of it?”

The crowd seem to smile and nod, but there’s an uneasy tension.

“The only issue Kelly and I have is…. Well since the mutiny all this fun has been at our expense. We all had a great time with the competition and the games that followed. But then you let Madison, Scott, Chloe and some of the less scrupulous guests take advantage of us. Don’t get me wrong, we did have fun and still enjoyed a lot of it, but we didn’t get a say, didn’t get to experience the other side, and some of it…” she glances back to Kelly and they share a moment across the crowd.

“Well… some of it went way too fucking far. That’s why you might have noticed Kim, our fellow victim, and the mutineers aren’t here.”

Most of the guests hadn’t noticed, but start whispering once the realisation kicks in.

“Don’t worry, Kim is taking good care of them down in the ship’s hold, along with a dozen burly crew mates. We’ve got a special setting for them and any other guests who would like to join them. Kim is repaying everything twice over on them at the moment. If anyone is interested in joining them, I do have to let you know that this little part of the ship has no safe words. Also… although this cruise will soon be over, we’ve arranged for the crew to handover our honoured little guests to the next crew. We expect they might be here for a fair while longer.”

Silence. The crowd are stunned, they had forgotten the power Sakura could emanate, which is now on full display, her voice quite yet authoritative.

“This brings us to your current situation. Kelly and I would like to end this cruise on our terms and think it’s time for you to serve us. I hope you’ll agree that’s pretty fair and reasonable, considering what you’ve inflicted on us. But don’t worry, you won’t be going to the brig, unless you opt out of this final set of games. In fact, we hope you will all have a blast!”

Kelly smiled and jumps down off her stool, also wearing a mic she pipes up, her voice strong and assertive.

“Everyone, we would like you to gather by one of these flagpoles. The port side two are for the men, the starboard side are for women, please split yourselves evenly. If anyone would not like to take part, please line up by the bar to be escorted down to the brig. Just a quick FYI, I think Kim has worked her way up to the 10” strap on now, if anyone’s ass is feeling brave.”

No one opted for this. Instead, they gathered meekly by the four flagpoles, a roughly even spread between them. Sakura’s voice softly spoke through the speakers.

“OK, so we have two roles for each of you, but we’ll take it in turns. After lunch, we will swap over so everyone gets to experience both sides.

For the women, we have pets and hostesses. The pets will wear the ears, anal tail plug and straps that I had to wear. Your upper arms will be lashed to your breasts, which will be tied to your thighs. There will be enough slack so that you can walk on all fours, but each stride will tug your breasts one way or the other. If your breasts are a bit too small for this, I’m sorry ladies but you’ll be getting nipple clamps instead.

The hostesses will have their arms tied behind their backs and ankles cuffed together. Will will tie loops around your breasts with silk and suspend a serving tray from them. Again if that doesn’t work we have nipple clamps and a collar.

For the men, half of you will be pets, half of you will be servants. The pets will be similar to the ladies, only the ties will loop around your cock and balls, and we will have a container around your cocks to capture any little eruptions you may have. The servants will have their arms tied behind their backs, ankles cuffed and will be there for our amusement and fun.”

Many of the guests look around, nervous and unsure, but a few seem excited and happy by the prospect. Yet none chose the alternative of the brig. The setup went without any drama, the men and women all bound into their various roles. A few women and most of the men groan as the tail plugs are inserted by the crew. They are well lubed, but Sakura had picked medium sized anal plugs, which are quite large for many of the guests. The crew aren’t empathetic, inserting the plugs with firm pressure until they pop in, regardless of the moans or complaints.

Kelly and Sakura watch as the pets all make their first tentative steps. Those who figure out the rhythm stride along, breasts, cock and balls swaying as they are tugged along one step at a time. Those less dexterous pets find their private parts squeezed tight as their limbs move in opposite directions, causing the loops to tighten. The deck is littered with dozens of pets, crawling around, tails wagging behind them as they go.

This stimulation is too much for some of the men and soon a hostess appeares with four cups of freshly milked cum.

“See what you think K.”

Kelly takes them one by one, pours them over her tongue, swirls them around in her mouth and swallows them whole.

“Bit too musky. They need some nice fruit like mango or pineapple to make it really tasty. A couple are very thick and stringy, probably a bit dehydrated. But if we’re freshening them up, we’ll need to empty them all first. Yours or mine?”

“Mine, i don’t mind the musk and you’ll benefit more from it.”

Kelly nods, jumps up on top of the bar and addresses the crowd. “Congratulations! All you pets and slaves are looking amazing, I hope you’re having fun so far. I’ve tasted a few of you and think you need some refreshments. Pets, please find yourselves a bowl Oh, and we forgot to mention, but anyone refusing these games will go straight to the brig as you are! This includes any talk, as pets can’t talk and slaves aren’t allowed to talk. Groaning, moaning and animal noises are fine though.”

After instruction, the crew brings out bowls for the pets and places them evenly around the deck. The pets waddle over and start lapping up the drinks. A sweet mango and pineapple juice, laced with a healthy amount of rum and vitamins, the girls were hoping to sweeten the taste, improve the texture and increase the volume of cum from all the men and women. Reducing inhibitions would also help.

With all the pets lapping away, the crew move over to the slaves. They line the bar with empty cups and pitchers of the cocktail. The male slaves are seated at tables around the deck and the hostesses are brought to the bar.

Every hostess with a tray hung from her tied breasts has a full pitcher placed on her tray. The weight of the liquid and plastic pitcher pulls the trays down, tugging and stretching their breasts. The women groan as the pitchers are placed on their trays, though a few seem to enjoy the sensation. They walk slowly and carefully over to tables as instructed and stand waiting in the sun, bodies glistening with sweat from the heat and pain of their suffering breasts.

The hostesses less gifted by nature and unable to secure a loop around their breasts carry lighter trays, suspended via nipple clamps. They are given the light plastic beakers to carry to the table. Significantly lighter, they still wince and moan as the modest extra weight tugs their nipples. They carry them over to the tables, some wobbling from the effort and pain.

The crew relieve both types of hostess, serving the cocktails to the bound male slaves. They repeat the process until all of the slaves and hostesses have had a at least two glasses each.

Kelly and Sakura watch as it unfolds, sipping their own drinks as the guests are getting tipsy. They can already see most of them are starting to get into their new roles. The few who are struggling with their predicaments are given more generous servings, and bit by bit the entire ship gives itself over to the game.

The two share a smile, a passionate kiss and then disrobe, standing naked before everyone, ready to join in the games.