This complete edition of Swallowed by the Sea contains a new, and I think improved, version
of this early two-part novel. Herein are a thorough re-write of Mr. Stern’s Island, which had been
unavailable from the largest e-book retailer for several years, and a new
edition of Family Reunion, in which
much of the original erotic material that had been removed has been restored. I
hope my readers will enjoy this new Swallowed
by the Sea.
Commander James Bondage
Part One: Mr.
Athens: A yacht owned by American billionaire
Charles Pennington which had been on an extended cruise in the Greek islands is
missing and feared lost. The Atlantic Wanderer, a 90-foot ship with a crew of
six, is believed to have sunk with all hands in the Aegean Sea, after an
unexpected and powerful gale swept through the eastern Mediterranean Sea on
Tuesday. Missing along with the vessel’s crew, are Mr. Pennington’s daughters
Alex, 18 and Caroline, 20 and their chaperone Miss Karen Andrews. A spokesman
for Greek Sea Rescue stated that search efforts would continue, but held out
little hope that any survivors would be found. Mr. Pennington’s daughters were
on a pleasure trip through Europe when tragedy struck…
(From the Associated Press wire service)
“Wake up, Miss Pennington,” said the annoying
voice. The voice was accompanied by an
even more annoying shaking. It had been difficult enough for Caroline to get to
sleep in the first place, with the crazy rocking of the ship and the howling
wind. It felt to her as if she had just dropped off a minute ago, and now
someone was trying to wake her up.
“Go ‘way,” she mumbled, trying to get away
from the persistent hand that continued to grip her shoulder.
“You have to get up right now, ma’am. It’s an
emergency. The ship is in trouble.” the voice insisted. The urgency in the
speaker’s tone finally penetrated the fog of sleep surrounding Caroline. “Hurry,
I don’t think there’s much time.”
Caroline sat up, rubbing her eyes, suddenly
awake. “What…what’s going on?” she asked, still a little disoriented. She
looked up to see Johnny… Something…she couldn’t remember his last name at the
moment …, the junior member of the crew. His eyes were wide and his face looked
unnaturally pale in the lamplight. It was plain to see that he was terrified.
“I think…” Johnny began, then hesitated, and
gulped. “…I think the ship may be going down, Miss Pennington. We need to get
out of here and up on deck right away.”
This last statement brought the slender
blonde to full alertness. She stood up suddenly, and trying not to allow the
panic she felt show in her voice, said, “All right, Johnny. I’ll get dressed
and join you up there in a minute.”
As she spoke, there was a loud creaking
sound, followed by an even louder sound of wooden beams splintering. The cabin
tilted suddenly to one side, hurling every loose object on her dressing table
down to smash on the floor, and throwing Johnny and Caroline against a
“There’s no time for that!” Johnny shouted.
He seized her wrist, and pulled the girl, who was dressed only in a thin silk
nightgown, out into the corridor and up the main stairs to the deck.
Outside, conditions were even worse than she
had imagined. The ship was canted over at a steep angle to port, and huge waves
were crashing over the starboard bow, sweeping everything that was not firmly
tied down into the sea. As she watched helplessly, Caroline saw Captain Thomas
carried, screaming for help, into the watery darkness.
At least, it looked like he was screaming:
the howling of the wind was so loud she could not even hear Johnny, who was
standing right next to her, his mouth moving as if he was bellowing something
at the top of his lungs.
Clinging desperately to a handrail were her
sister Alex and their chaperone/tutor Ms. Andrews. Alex looked like a
contestant in a spring break competition in Ft. Lauderdale; the long men’s
t-shirt that she habitually slept in was soaked through, clinging to the soft
curves of her hips and legs, and outlining her nipples, which were stiffened by
the wet and cold. Her short dark hair was plastered across her forehead.
Miss Andrews’ clothes were also soaked
through, although the soggy flannel pajamas she wore were far less revealing
than Alex’s thin garb, or Caroline’s nightgown, for that matter. The elder
Pennington daughter might as well have been naked for all the coverage the
transparent silk gown provided. The garment had become saturated with sea spray
the moment she emerged from below decks, and had molded itself to her breasts,
abdomen, legs and buttocks.
Caroline was not thinking about her modesty
at the moment. She was concentrating body and soul on staying alive. It was all
she could do to hang on to the rope that she held clenched in a death grip.
Johnny nudged Caroline’s shoulder to get her
attention, pointed toward the far side of the yacht and then at himself. He
waited for the wind to drop a little, then made a dash across the deck to where
the lifeboat swayed crazily back and forth on its davit.
Thinking back on it later, Caroline never
understood what Johnny had intended to do if he had reached the boat. It would
have been nearly impossible for him to lower the boat over the side in the
terrible conditions, and none of the women would have been able to make their
way across the deck to the boats without being swept over the side by the waves
or the wind.
It turned out not to matter what he was
thinking, because a mountain of water landed on him as he slid across the deck,
and when the wave was gone, so was Johnny. Her last hope had been snatched away
by the storm.
There were more sounds of timbers snapping,
and the ship lurched beneath her, almost throwing her to the deck. She wondered
what it would be like to drown. It looked like she was about to find out.
Another great wall of water smashed into
Caroline’s face, coming close to ripping her free from her hold, and sending
her to follow the Captain and Johnny. The next big one would do it, she
But as she blinked the salt water out of her
eyes, she was astonished to see a hand encased in a black glove appear gripping
the port rail, followed by another. Then the head and torso of a man appeared
as if by magic, climbing aboard the stricken yacht from the sea. The man was in
a black rubber wetsuit. He wore a facemask, had a small respirator in his mouth
and a small air tank strapped to his back. He was quickly joined on the ship by
another, identically dressed figure. Both men had ropes coiled around their
One of them touched Alex on her shoulder. She
released her hold, and fell into her rescuer’s arms. The man tied a rope under
her arms, then carefully lifted her over the side of the ship and lowered her
down to someone of whom Caroline could see only the arms.
Meanwhile, the other man was attempting to
take Ms. Andrews off the yacht. He succeeded only after a considerable effort,
as he was obliged to pry her fingers loose from the taffrail, which she was
holding with hysterical strength.
The first man gestured for Caroline to come
over to him from where she clung for dear life to the rope on the starboard
side of the stricken yacht. At first, she was unable to force herself to let
go. She was sure that if she did, the sea would take her, just as it had taken
The ship shuddered under her again, as if it
was trying to warn her that it was going down. Caroline took a deep breath,
shut her eyes, and forced her fingers to open. At that exact instant another
huge wave rose up over the starboard bow and flung her across the treacherously
tilted deck. The next thing Caroline expected to feel was the wild sea around
her, just before it swallowed her forever.
But when she opened her eyes, she found
herself flush up against the chest of her black-clad rescuer. The man wrapped
both arms around Caroline’s waist and lifted her up over the rail as easily as
if she had been a cotton doll. Another wet-suited man was waiting below on the
deck of a submarine to receive her. The bow of the submarine, Caroline now saw,
had punched a huge, jagged hole in the hull of the Pennington yacht below the
Before she had a chance to consider what this
meant, she had been passed through the conning tower of the submarine and
handed down a ladder like a piece of luggage, to crewman waiting inside.
A quick glance revealed her sister and Ms.
Andrews sprawled on the metal deck of the vessel a few feet away. As Caroline
watched, crewmen standing behind them tied their wrists, then their elbows
tightly together. Protests by the two girls were cut short, when the men held
up cloths to their mouths and noses. Alex and Andrews’ eyes rolled up into
their heads, their knees buckled, and they collapsed into the arms of their
rescuers, or rather, Caroline realized, their captors.
“What…” Caroline began, before a
strange-smelling wad of cotton was thrust in her face. She tried not to
breathe, but in a few seconds she was forced to inhale the fumes. As she
disappeared below the surface of the dark sea of unconsciousness, she was
distantly aware of someone tying her arms together behind her back. Her last
thought was that she had not escaped drowning after all. Then the blackness
took her and she knew nothing more.
Alex, Caroline Pennington and Karen Andrews
lay face up on the stone floor where they had been deposited. They were in a
high ceilinged hall which had been carved the interior of a mountain. Over the
unconscious bodies of the three women stood a tall man in a business suit and
three sailors dressed in uniforms consisting of blue t-shirts and khaki
trousers. One of the sailors wore a black-brimmed white naval cap which bore a
gold anchor in front, signifying his rank of captain.
“Well done, Marko,” said the tall man to the
captain of the submarine which had taken the women from the stricken Atlantic Wanderer. “You brought me my
two prizes and a bonus as well. I don’t suppose there’s a chance any of the
“No sir, Mr. Stern, nobody could have
survived in the water in that storm,” the muscular sailor replied. “And we made
sure of the yacht, too. We didn’t leave until we saw it go to the bottom.”
“Excellent work, as usual, Marko. I want you
to tell the whole crew I said so. As a reward, I’m going to give them a special
bonus.” Stern smiled. “You remember the two Italian models you picked up for me
Marko nodded. “Do I? They were just about the
most beautiful bitches I ever saw.”
“I am going to send them to your quarters. I
want you and the crew to have them tonight,” Stern said. “I trained them
myself, and I can promise you that they will do whatever you fellows want. If
they don’t give you their complete cooperation, just let me know, and I will
have a word with them, and after that, they’ll show you exactly how cooperative
they can be. Just try not to get carried away, and damage them, OK? Now go
relax and have a few beers, and I’ll have them delivered to your quarters after
“Thank you sir!” Marko exclaimed. He gathered
up his crew by eye and left the reception hall.
Stern pulled a small black cube from his
pocket and pushed the button on it. A bell rang in the distance, and almost
immediately servants dressed in blue suits with gold piping appeared.
He inclined his head at the three still forms
lying at his feet. “I want my guests revived and brought to main reception in
exactly one hour,” Stern ordered.
One of the servants had brought a small
flatbed cart. The men picked up the sleeping women, deposited them
unceremoniously on the cart, and wheeled them away, as if they had routinely
been doing this kind of work for years. In fact, they had.
The main reception room was very different
from the great stone entry hall. It was the size of the living room of a large
house, and was furnished with comfortable sofas, chairs, and low tables, all
handmade leather and light wood in Scandinavian Modern style.
Alex, Caroline and Ms. Andrews were led into
the room by three of the blue-clad servants. They were still dressed in the
clothes they had been wearing when they were taken from their ship and their
arms were still bound painfully behind their backs. They could not speak, as
their mouths were filled with ball gags, nor they could see anything, as their
heads were covered with brown burlap bags.
Stern was relaxing on a sofa, reading a
history of Rome when his “guests” were brought in. As soon as he saw them, he
rose to his feet, and motioned the servants to bring the helpless girls over to
him. He admired the bodies of the Pennington sisters in their skimpy garb, but
shook his head at the unflattering pajamas worn by Ms. Andrews.
“I’m sure you would like to know where you
are, and why you have been brought here,” Stern told his captives in a pleasant
baritone. “In due time I will tell you something of these things, perhaps, but
for now, I do not wish to answer questions or hear you speak, unless it is to
answer my questions. What I do want,
and will expect, is obedience. Do you understand me?”
All three captive girls tried to talk at
once. This was futile, as the gags ensured that they produced only nonsense
noises. Stern slapped the one nearest to him, who happened to be Alex, hard
across the face. She emitted a muffled scream as she fell to the ground.
Then he drove his fist deep into Caroline’s
solar plexus. The slender blonde folded in the middle like a carpenter’s ruler
and dropped to her knees, making retching noises.
Lastly, he slipped one of his big hands under
the bag covering Ms. Andrews’ head, wrapped it around her long neck and began
“As I said,” he continued in the same mild,
conversational tones as before, his grip on Andrews’ throat tightening, “I want
you to be silent, unless I ask you a question. Do you understand, Ms. Andrews?”
Andrews, growing short on oxygen, nodded
urgently, and he released his hold on her neck. She gasped in relief.
Stern placed his shoe on the side of Alex’s
head as the girl lay sprawled on the carpet at his feet. As he pressed down, he
asked, “Do you understand, Alex Pennington?” She whimpered and nodded her head.
Caroline was still on her knees, bent double
as she desperately fought to make her respiratory system start functioning
again. “And you, Caroline Pennington,” Stern said. He kicked her in the ribs so
that she fell over to lie curled in a ball beside her sister. “Do you
understand what is expected of you?”
She nodded weakly. Her body shuddered as she
managed to draw in some air.
“Good,” said Stern. “Then we are all on the
Stern motioned to his servants, indicating
that they were to pull the captives to their feet, and then ordered them to be
“Do not attempt to take the bags off your
heads or the gags out of your mouths,” he cautioned. It was by now unnecessary
for him to explain in detail what would happen if they did.
The three women shook their arms and rubbed
their hands to restore circulation to limbs that had been bound for hours. Then
they stood waiting for their captor’s next command.
“Now, I want you to strip for me,” Stern
said. “Once you have your clothes off, you will hold your hands behind your
backs and remain in place.” The girls hesitated for a split second. Stern
snapped “Do it now!” in a voice
harsher than any they had heard so far. They hastened to obey.
Caroline’s silk nightgown had three buttons
closing the neck. She opened the buttons, then slid the garment down over her
shoulders and let it drop in a gauzy pile on the ground at her feet. Stern
greedily eyed her magnificent nude form.
Caroline had superb breasts, which stood
proudly away from her body and were capped by long pink nipples that seemed to
cry out to be handled. Her waist was narrow; her buttocks flawless ovals with
just the slightest layer of padding, her legs long and lovely. The lips of her
sex pouted like a teasing little mouth, enhanced by the golden strands of hair
on her mound. Not even the two Italian fashion models Stern had kidnapped the
year before had better bodies than Caroline.
Alex was also beautiful, but was physically
unlike Caroline in almost every other way. This was not surprising, since she
had been adopted by Charles Pennington when she was an infant, and was not
related by blood to him, Caroline or her step-mother, Katherine.
Alex was blessed with the ideal physique for
her sport, gymnastics. Her body was short, compact, and powerful. Her physical
condition was outstanding; other than her breasts, there was not soft spot on
her body. When she made even the slightest movement, Stern could see the play
of her muscles beneath her tanned skin. Her breasts were small, conical and
childlike. They pointed invitingly upwards and appeared to be unusually firm.
Stern could not look at the girl’s mounds without imagining how they would bounce
under his whip.
Alex had shaved her pubis, as many gymnasts
did, to keep the hairs from becoming a nuisance when she was wearing a scanty
competition leotard. Altogether, she looked four or five years younger than her
actual age of eighteen. Stern found her hairlessness and the way the rosy lips
of her bare vulva were slightly parted as if in invitation, very exciting. It
was difficult for him to control the urge to throw this delightful little
creature to the ground and take her then and there.
Karen Andrews was taller than either of her
charges. She had a very fine body, with full breasts, a flat stomach and a
round, firm bottom that looked to Stern as if it had been designed for
spanking. Her hourglass shape and long, smooth legs were superior in some ways
to Caroline’s. The delicate flesh of her inner thighs in particular cried out
to be stroked, whether with a hand or a riding crop. Stern intended to try
He moved close to Caroline, until she could
feel his breath on her cheek through the bag over her head. She shivered in
“Don’t move or I will hurt you,” he whispered
in her ear. She nodded her head to indicate her compliance.
Stern took her breasts in his hands, holding
them from below, as if he was weighing them. Caroline’s skin was as soft as
satin, and her breasts were warm and heavy in his hands, causing his cock to
stand at attention. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs a half-dozen times,
and was gratified to see them grow erect.
“You like that, do you?” Stern murmured in
her ear. “I wouldn’t have guessed a purebred WASP like you would be such a hot
slut, Caroline.” He captured her nipples in his fingers, twirling and squeezing
them until she moaned softly.
He reached down between her legs, and she
flinched a little when his fingers touched the lips of her pussy. “Don’t move,
bitch,” he hissed, and Caroline quickly subsided, returning to her position,
and remaining motionless even when Stern’s fingers spread her labia and invaded
her slot. He was pleased, if not surprised, to find that she was already well
Stern’s forefinger rubbed Caroline’s swollen,
stiff clitoris. She rolled her hips in an unwilling response, moaned again, then sobbed softly. “You’ll have to wait a little longer, my
dear,” Stern whispered again. “But don’t worry; you’ll be well fucked as long
as you are with me.” He pulled his fingers out of Caroline’s pussy, and moved
on to tower over her adopted step-sister.
He reached down to take Alex’s breasts. They
were the perfect size for his hands, filling them completely, with nothing left
over. They were so resilient, they were almost rubbery. The diminutive girl
made faint sounds of protest when Stern started to handling her, bringing her
hands from out behind her back, and seizing Stern’s wrists to try to pull his
hands off her naked body.
“No, no, Alex, I don’t want you to do that,”
Stern said gently. He took a firm grip on her shoulder with one hand to hold
her upright, then began viciously slapping her face back and forth with the
other. Alex made muffled cries of pain and fear, raising her hands in an
ineffectual, pathetic attempt to protect herself.
“Had enough?” Stern asked after a dozen or so
blows. The sobbing Alex nodded. “Then put your hands behind your back, as I
instructed you, and do not disobey me again. The next time I am forced to
correct you, I will not be so gentle.”