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Stranded on the ocean and left to their own devices, a ship's passengers embark on a new journey of dominance and sexual exploration

The freighter Dark Torrent left the harbor in Sydney, but the paint on its name was already starting to run. The second "r" showed its true self, the letter "m", Dark Torment.
The freighter has twelve unusual passengers and one steward along with a crew of eleven. The two single men are soldiers of fortune. The couples consist of a con-man and his forgiving wife, a cheap-rich man with a trophy wife, a man of mystery as is his wife, a sickly husband and his doting wife and the last couple is a black couple that find themselves unwelcome and invisible to the others.
One week out, the passengers wake up to an uneasy quiet. The ship lay in calm waters, the ocean smooth as a lake with only a gentle breeze. No engines are running, but the lights burn brightly. The crew is gone, all except the young steward, but he is as confused as the passengers. The ship is searched, but nothing is found. It’s as if the crew disappeared without a trace. Communications are non-existent, only static. An eerie feeling pervades the stranded people that something is amiss.
The five couples and three other men wait for help to rescue them. It should be a matter of days at the worst.
It’s been a month now, and hope has turned to despair. They all realize that something is wrong and it’s not going to get any better. The single men are not about to live the rest of their lives on this ship celibate. Husbands are just as anxious to try their luck with the other women. A few among the passengers have already found something new in the form of dominance and submission, some by choice, some in desperation, some by betrayal - all with interracial tensions. A surprising vote gives the men the right to have any woman in any manner they desire. And so the fun begins, but no one expected the way it started or the way it ended.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Renaissance E Books    Published: 6 / 2018

No. words: 72000

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Bondage/BDSM Fetishes

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  MS Reader  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


Chapter 1: Uneventful Start
The freighter left the port of Sydney in the early hours of Monday as it set for sail to Miami by way of the southern tip of Africa. The fog was starting to lift. The air was cool, but there were a few brave passengers that stood on the deck to get a final glimpse of Sydney.
The freighter looked old, but it was deceiving. The black paint was chipped on the sides, but beneath the waterline, the paint was pristine and completely devoid of barnacles. The engines were dirty and oily, but inside, the pistons were shiny and new, even as the smokestack spewed out dirty black smoke and the smell of diesel fuel fouled the fresh sea air.
It was a handy-size bulk carrier about two hundred meters long. It had a larger cabin area than most, and that is why it had so many passengers on this trip. The passengers wouldn’t have luxurious cabins or chef-prepared food. There was no entertainment or swimming pool. Most of the passengers would spend the time on the deck reading books.
The cargo hold was full of pallets as well as the freezer compartments with enough food and provisions to last a hundred people ten years. The pallets were piled high and tied down for rough seas.
The crew consisted of twelve, the minimum number allowed. It had enough fuel for the fifteen-thousand-mile trip that would take over two months. It began to pick up speed as it left the safety of the harbor until it reached its nine-knots cruising speed.
No one noticed as the freighter pulled out into the ocean water that the paint ran from the boat’s name. It was named Dark Torrent, but the paint ran off the second r in torrent to reveal the letter m beneath it. That made it more foreboding.
The captain had greeted the passengers as they boarded, but that was the extent of his hospitality. The owners required he take them, but he didn’t have to like it. There was only one member of the crew that was dedicated to the passengers. He was a twenty-year-old deckhand named Warner, fresh out of school. He was tall and lanky with shaggy blonde hair. He was shy, the wrong type of person that should be the only contact for so many passengers, but the owners of the ship got him cheap.
Most of the passengers would cook their meals in the communal kitchen and clean their own rooms. The deckhand was there to do the laundry, soothe over seasickness when necessary and make excuses for everything the passengers thought they should’ve been supplied by the ship. A small gift shop was the only way for the passengers to get necessities that were forgotten, and it was limited.
Michael gazed out from the bow as the ship finally picked up speed. He’d spend a lot of time on the deck. He was in Cabin 1C. It was a small cabin with no portholes. It was a room enclosed by four metal walls. Luckily, he wasn’t claustrophobic because he’d never survive the two months in it otherwise. Michael was killing time on the slow boat to Miami. He was a soldier of fortune or mercenary, depending on how you looked upon that occupation. He’d finished up a six-month assignment in Australia, and his next assignment wasn’t for three months. The last job didn’t end up well for his employer, although it wasn’t entirely Michael’s fault. Sometimes shit happens, and you can’t do anything about it.
He’d do his workouts on the deck each day, the cabin too small for that. He kept his body toned. His body and sharp reflexes were what kept him alive. He’d seen some of the other passengers, and it was an eclectic group. But, there were quite a few of fine-looking women, and he hoped to avail himself of their company to while away the time on the ship. He was sure that some were married, but that made little difference to him, and he found over the years it made little difference to the wives.
He saw one of them not far from him, but Pamela was with her husband. He’d met them when he came on board. She was the friendly type. Lucas was her husband’s name, and he looked shady. Michael had a nose for that since most of the people he worked with were borderline crooked. Pamela had the largest breasts he’d seen on the ship, and she seemed to be impressed by them. He could see the way she walked, her back arched to make sure they stood up tall and proud in spite of their heft. They both looked to be in their thirties.
Pamela looked over at him and smiled. Michael was his name. He was tall, over six feet and muscular. He had to be military or ex-military as his hair was cut short and every inch of his body rippled with muscles, from his arms, his chest to his thighs. He had an overpowering presence. She loved his large hands. That was a man that had a hand that could grasp all of one of her large breasts.
Pamela almost regretted taking this freighter until she saw Michael. Her husband was a stockbroker, but he’d been suspended for six months for illegal trading. That was the only reason they were on the ship as they had lots of time. It wasn’t very expensive was an added bonus. Pamela always forgave Lucas for his indiscretions. She spent most of their married life doing that. It was difficult to make friends with other people because Lucas was always trying to sell their latest friends one of his schemes. Lucas was a talker, and he could charm the dollar bill out of your wallet. He was handsome, but his build was slim yet fit. He wasn’t a real man like Michael. Pamela always lusted for a big, muscular man that would take her, literally take her like the wild animal he was. She did notice that Michael’s cabin was next to theirs. That was convenient.
Michael was left alone on the deck, but it was only for a few moments. Another couple came outside, coffees in their hands. This was a strange couple for this ship. He could tell that they came from money, they both dressed the part. Payson was at least twenty years older than his trophy wife, Rebecca, his hair already graying and had a slight build. He made his money behind a desk, not doing manual labor. Rebecca was a startling beauty with long brown hair and a body built for sex. Her body undulated sex appeal as she walked, captivating everyone’s attention with the way her body moved in sensual rhythm. He’d talked to her for a moment when they boarded, and he could tell that she was sharp and cunning as if her mind was always ahead of everyone else. There was only one reason she married a man like Payson, and it was money. She had her work cut out for her. Payson was cheap. That could be the only reason they were on this boat instead of one of the luxury liners. Michael suspected that Rebecca would get his money before she lost her beauty. He still couldn’t feel bad for Payson. The ride for him would be worth it. She cozied up against Payson as the cool breeze blew across the deck. Michael left them to get something to eat before he would work out on the deck.
“Are you military?” Brody sat down next to him with his breakfast.
“Ex-military. I’m Michael.” He shook hands with him, a firm grip. Brody was big and muscular, like Michael. He saw the tats, and he could tell that he used to be military but not anymore. His blond hair was still cut short though. He was rugged looking. His face looked as though he’d seen a number of fights in his day. Women loved the hard and rugged look.
“Me too. I was a medic for ten years and then was EMT. It’s almost the same since I worked in New York City. It can be a real jungle there on a Saturday night. No more now. Had a bad one at the end, and I can’t do it any longer. That’s why I’m taking this slow boat to China. I need to unwind and put it all behind me. I’m Brody, by the way. What do you do now?”
“I do private contractor work now. I like it a lot better, and I get to see the world but don’t have too many incompetent people that are my bosses.” Michael could see that Brody was broken and troubled. That wasn’t a bad thing as long as Michael didn’t get caught up in his problems. Michael hoped that he wouldn’t try to cling to him since they were both ex-military. He wasn’t the type that liked to talk over problems. “I have lots of time before my next gig, so this ship gave me lots of privacy.” He hoped that Brody got his point.
“Yes, me too. I just want to gaze out at the water all day.” He could see that Michael was a loner, and he liked that. He didn’t want to do much with people. He was surprised that there were more passengers on the ship than he expected since it was a freighter. It wasn’t long before Michael went below to leave him alone. Brody gave him a couple of minutes before he left the deck. He passed the couple coming up the ladder to the deck, but he didn’t acknowledge them.
Keisha followed her husband as they went on deck. Their cabin was small and claustrophobic, so they wouldn’t be spending a lot of time there. They’d saved a lot of money by taking passage on this freighter, but she feared that they’d be bored stiff for two months. So far, there were no other people that were black, not even any other non-whites. The white people seemed to all have a dislike for blacks. Not one word was said to them, and they went out of their way to ignore them. At least she had Terrell. Not many men would fuck with him. He was tall, over six-one and muscular. He worked out religiously and boxed successfully for some years. He had a mean look on his face when it was necessary. They’d been married for five years now. This was their first vacation since their honeymoon. Life hadn’t been kind to them for the last five years, and it was just starting to look up for them. They finally had some extra money.
Terrell didn’t know why they were on this freighter. It would be a boring two months. He could’ve found a lot better way to spend their money. He’d been working his ass off for five years since he married Keisha. She was a gorgeous woman with a body to die for, and it seemed that he almost died many times to get it. He thought it would be an ideal marriage, but once they were hitched, she lost her job and never found another. She had many excuses, some of them were probably true, but you’d think that a woman that looked like her could find something within five years. She stayed home and did nothing except primp herself to look good. Luckily, she liked her figure, so she never allowed herself to get fat, but besides that, she didn’t do much else. She was never a great cleaner or cook, so many times, even after a long day at work, he had to clean up or cook.
“It’s like we’re invisible,” he told her when they went on the deck. There was no one there as if they knew they were coming, so they left.
“Don’t worry about it, honey. We have each other.” But, she hated the way the women looked down on her, even the ugly ones. Back home, she always caught the attention of men, even some of the white ones but not so far on the ship. Fuck them, I wouldn’t let them near me with their white pencil dicks!
That was the last thing Terrell wanted. At least he had friends at home he could go out with and drink without Keisha. She had her own friends, too. “Yes, we do,” he agreed. This trip was going to be hell, and there was no way out of it. They watched the waves pick up, but the freighter didn’t rock that badly. It was heavily laden with cargo that would keep it from tossing unless the sea really picked up.
Sandy doted over Silas. She was a good wife that would do anything for him. She was cooking him breakfast in the communal kitchen. It was nothing like her kitchen at home, but Silas wanted to enjoy life on a freighter, not a luxury liner where they’d be pampered, so she went along with his decision as she always did. Sandy did feel a bit disturbed since she got on the ship. She worked for a company that was woman-owned, and a lot of the employees in her office were women. She liked that, not having to deal with sexual harassment. On the ship, she got too much unwanted attention. All the men looked at her, and it was lust in their eyes. She mentioned it to Silas, but he put her off.
“You’re an attractive woman. You have to expect that,” he told her. Silas thought it was a good thing that men lusted for the woman he had. It made him feel proud that he was able to get such an attractive woman to marry him and take care of him as she did.
She did keep her figure, wanting to please Silas. Her blonde hair hung halfway down her back. She exercised religiously every day, even going as far as making sure her breasts didn’t sag and doing Kegel exercises to keep her vagina tight for Silas. She always wanted to please Silas in bed, although their sex was relegated to the missionary position, but once, he took her from behind. That was a bit embarrassing, but that is what he wanted. Luckily, he never wanted to do it again.
Silas worked for a delivery company, and this was his chance to stay off his feet for two months. He’d pulled his back at work and was on temporary disability until he healed. He’d done therapy for two months, and his doctor recommended a cruise, but not the luxury liners where they tried to keep you entertained and on the go. When Silas told him about a freighter that took passengers, the doctor thought it was a great idea. They spent a week in Australia for a change and then caught the freighter. He had Sandy to take care of him, so he didn’t worry much. The doctor thought he was healing well. She brought him breakfast and sat next to him. “Thanks, Sandy.”
Silas was correct that she shouldn’t worry about the men looking at her that way. She began to smile back at them without it looking like she was flirting with them. She never realized that men were so interested in her, at least any man besides her husband.
Cliff and Laura were a mystery. They kept to themselves more than the others as if they had something to hide. Cliff had to be ten years older than Laura, a businessman if Michael was correct. He kept his body in shape, but he didn’t do manual labor for a living, his hands were soft. He dressed well. Laura stood out for her long, natural red hair and her porcelain complexion all the way down to the freckles on her face. She was beautiful and she knew it, but she didn’t flaunt it, but the way she moved was as if her body couldn’t help but move sensually. It was as if she was always making love and the frequent smile on her face was as if she just had an orgasm.

Author Information

Powerone is the author of Trained to Submit, Sold into Submission, and other bestselling books and award winning short stories.


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Renaissance E Books publishes the best in classic and contemporary popular fiction and nonfiction through its PageTurner imprint, and the best in classic and contemporary erotica through its Sizzler imprint.

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