The Misadventures of Mr. Mayhem
I am awakened by water being splashed on me, and I don’t mean like someone flicking water off their fingers or dumping a glass of water on me. No, this was like a whole bucket of water, forcefully thrown onto me, all at once. As I am gasping for air, the taste hits me, salt water? Like as in from the ocean. I live in way north Georgia, there ain’t no salt water for days around me.
Before I can fully wrap my mind around that, two sets of hands grab me by the arms and yank me to my feet. Sunlight floods in around a very blurry, shadow of a person standing in the doorway, making it impossible to see anything. My head is still spinning from all the booze last night, which is not help my situation any.
Wait! That’s right, I was at party last night. My friends are playing a prank on me. I knew that girl was too hot for me. Yeah, that’s it, she must have slipped me something. At least I got to hit it first. Yeah, I was tearing that ass up last night. There are only a few things in this life that I am real good at, and fucking is one of them. She came five times to my three. Girls can fake moaning real good, but you can’t fake the flood and she was a real squirter, that bed was soaked.
The hands drug me through the doorway as we followed the blurry shadow out into the daylight. As I wiped my eyes with the heel of my palm I felt it, I heard it, then I opened my eyes to see it. Manacles! I was in manacles! Hands and feet bound with thick metal cuffs with a foot or two of chain between them. These was not those flimsy things you buy in Spencer’s, or even the shit like cops use, these were more like the shit you see in the movie, but they were real. And real damn heavy.
While I am looking down, I realize I am wearing a loin cloth. How in the hell did I get in a loin cloth? That most have been something powerful that chic slipped me. I look up to get the real shock. I am starring at a dog faced woman. I don’t mean she was ugly. No, her face was covered in black and tan fur like a dobie or a rottie. She had dark brown eyes and tall pointed ears like a Doberman too. She had short black hair on the top like a crew cut, and her maw? Snout maybe? hell, I dont know what to call it. Her face was not as elongated at a Doberman's, but certainly more than a human’s would be. To top it off, she had a really cute black pentagon shaped nose, and it was wet like a dogs would be.
I say woman because of the voice screaming at me sounded feminine. I looked down to double check. The rest of her body was covered in sleek, black and tan, fur. Nicely built too, she worked out… a lot. Smaller tits, B cup maybe, but real perky looking under this dark leather vest that buttoned with three knot and loops like on a Kung Fu Gi. She had a slender waist and nice hips covered by some high waisted, short shorts like girls wore back in the forties and fifties, and knee high boots both of the same material as the vest. Looked like her feet were slightly longer than a humans should be. Dog feet? Her hands were very close to human shaped, but her nails were more like claws and her palms looked more like pads.
This bitch kept barking orders at me… ok, that was going to far. She was yelling at me in a language that I did not understand. Sounded Asian to me, maybe something like Cantonese. She shoved an old cotton mop and wooden bucket into my hands as she kept yelling and pointing at the floor. And, that is were I made up my mind that this was no prank, it had to be a dream. None of this could be real.
As I looked out across the wooden floor in the general direction of where she was pointing I saw a beautifully carved, handrail of dark wood, with large balusters and just beyond that… an ocean. No land in sight. I spun around to the other direction and saw the same thing. I’m on a ship. A very massive ship. I have seen several of the navy ships from a distance, but I have never been on one. But, this thing has seven masts. Am I on a Spanish galleon? This thing has got to be eighty to a hundred feet across and the deck I am standing on at least three maybe four hundred feet long with upper decks at both ends, so I can not tell how long the whole ship is. That’s big to me.
The center mast looked to be hickory, but I have never seen one this tall or wide. It had to be a good 18 foot wide where it went through the deck and over a hundred and fifty feet tall. It was like a hickory version of a giant redwood. I was in complete awe, until the dog lady slapped me real hard.
I dropped the bucket right then and there, started dry mopping the deck. It’s just a dream I thought, run with it. Oh, but that is not good enough for her. She grabs me by my left ear like your mom would do, and basically drags me to the handrail all the while yell at me in that weird language. She points to a rope coiled up on the deck next to the hand rail, then at my bucket. “I get the hint lady, so chill!” I told her.
After I got the bucket full, one of the other two dobies that had drug me out of whatever hole they were holding me in, dumps some of this red liquid into the water for a steel coffee pot looking thing. They both of these looked like the one that had been yelling at me, in dress code, size, build and...breed? Save one had short tannish blond hair and the other had shoulder length black hair. Anyway, this stuff bubbled for a minuet and turned the water pink. I’m thinking ‘The Alchemist’s cleaning agent?’ but it smelled like pinesol.
The mopping went rough at first as I kept getting smacked for every little thing I did wrong, never though mopping to be so detailed. With a few lumps, I managed to get the hang of how they wanted it done, even if I did not understand what they were saying. With that the head dobie left me with the other two. They worked on cleaning and straightening stuff as we moved about. It felt more like they were just there to keep an eye on me. However, after what felt like a couple hours of mopping and the dream had not ended, nor had any of my friends popped out from behind anything to give me shit. Just every so often dump out the old water, get some new and some more cleaner stuff.
There were a lot of these dog women everywhere working lines and stuff, so I knew I was way out numbered. Not to mention the fact that I had no clue how to pilot this ship or where I could get off. I could not swim to land I could not see, especially with chains on my wrists and ankles. This seemed to be my fate for the time being.
I started checking things out better. First off, I noticed that as far as they would let me work, there were no males on this ship besides me. There were several different...breeds? Yeah that’s what I will call them, different breeds of these dog women. The dobies seem to have the largest numbers, but there was four or five others breeds among them, Collies, German Shepard's, Dalmatians, a few Golden Retrieves, and Pit Bull or two. These were all dressed like the first dobies.
Now on the top decks on the front and back of the ship there were some others. They more resembled a Malamute or maybe a wolf. They wore skirts and coats that were cleaner and more finely made, and there was only a few of them, had to be the officers. There was one I guessed to be the captain. It looked like she told everyone else what to do. She was bigger than the rest of them with all white, long, thick fur. Her coat had more stuff on it, citations, strips on the arms and some kind of emblem on the lapels that the others did not have. Don’t really know that that mattered, it’s just how things looked here.
She had a very nice body and big tits that she was proud of. Carried them puppies… there I go again… Carried them high and stuck out front as much as she could. Dog woman or not I wished the vest she wore would burst open so I could see what they really looked like. I wonder, would I really like to see some big furry boobs? The voice from the back of my head yelled ‘Hell Yeah, I want to see ‘em!’
It kind of bothers me that it does not bother me. If you catch my drift.
Anyhow. The ship was beautifully crafted and this comes from a carpenter. The deck, balusters, and masts had a grain and color that looked like hickory. The handrails, that were sixteen inches wide, the trim molding around the doors, the crown molding and accents were made of what appeared to be dark Cherry. The doors and hatches looked like mahogany. The craftsmanship on everything was master artisan level. Just stunning, all of it.
When the sun got to be straight over head they let me rest. The handed me a mug and a bowl. Lunch? What was in the bowl I am going to call chili. There was beans, seasoning and some meat. God only knows what kind of meat, but I was hungry and it tasted fair. Then again I ate my dad’s cooking for years, so my idea of what is good might be off target a tad. The flavor was different form anything I have eaten, but it was good enough. The mug had some kind of thick mead. Again strange flavor, but tasty.
I began to wonder what had really happened to me. None of this was making any sense at all. I could not make my mind accept that it was some prank. There was too many of these dog girls and I could not see any zipper or any clue that it was a costume. This ship was moving at a good pace and I have still, yet to see land of any kind in any direction.
After lunch, I was taken down a level to mop there. Things went quicker as it was just halls and the big rooms. I think I did the mess hall and kitchen, or do they call it a galley on a ship? There was plenty of doors to rooms they did not let me in. Then down another level and another. I was so confused after the second level down as the innards of the ship was like a maze. They put two new dog girls with me to lead me the lower levels. While I mopped the floors, they cleaned the baseboards, doorknobs and such. The first chic looked like a golden retriever and the other one looked like a Dalmatian, spots and all.
These two spoke to me like I could understand them. Both had really sweet voices and they were super polite about thing, not like the first dobie. After a while I started to imagine they were talking to me like I talk to my friends dog. I don’t do all that cutey baby talk shit and neither did they. Well, I’m not one hundred percent on that, but it didn’t feel that way. I talk to Bangs like he is my buddy, and Bangs plays along like he is picking up what I'm putting down. He is a cool dog.
When the two dobies from this morning showed up and grabbed me, I knew my day was done. I wished I had flirted with those two, it would have made for a better day, even if they did not understand me. The dobies basically drug me down several flights of stairs to a pair of large doors with metal banding. It had one of those huge padlock like you see in the old movie where the villain has his dungeon hidden. Yeah well, that was not for off mark. When they unlocked that big pad lock and opened the doors, the true horror of my situation came into full view.
Inside was rows and rows of wooded bunks stacked up five high. There was no mattress on any of them, no pillow, no sheet, just bare wood planks. The whole bottom of this ship was full of them, and they were all full with people chained to them.
They walked me to the closest one and padlocked my ankle chains to a chain padlocked to the closest bunk. I was too dumb struck to resist, not that I think it would have done me any good. They left, closed the door, and the light was all but gone. I just about shit myself right then and there.