The Maiden Voyage -- Part 1, page 1
The Maiden Voyage - Part 1
(Cruise du Kinque)
Lena White and Badger Therese
This book is copyright © 2024 Lena White and Badger Therese. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover characters are models. Images are licensed from depositphotos.com
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Welcome!
The Cruise du Kinque has done its best, one deck at a time, to capture the erotic worlds and unique kinks of Lena White and Badger Therese.
Did we succeed? Do you have a question about the deck you signed up for, or the deck you’ll choose the next time you sail?
Follow the links below for the novels that inspired the world’s first cruise of unmitigated kink!
Deck Lena Decks: Series
3 Bondage (restraints, chastity belts) Club-sub series
5 Visual Arts (Pornography) First Time Hotwife series
7 Buckhorn Club (Interracial Cuckolding) Reluctant Cuckold series
9 Penthouse Room (Prostitution) The Whore Hotel series
11 Gangbang Black Bulls Club series
13 Discipline (whips, paddles, shocks) Black Bulls and Hotwives series
15 Confederacy (Slavery) New Confederacy series
Deck
Badger Decks: Novel or Series
4 Milking The Production Contract
6 Breeding The Debt Proxy - Mirabilis
8 Domestic slave (sex, chores) Female, Recreational series
10 Adult Products Testing Adult Product Testing
12 Prison (from 2024) 2024
14 Medieval Slavery Slave Girl Husbandry
16 Female Sexuality Lab The Debt Proxy Series
Table of Contents
1 - Sinflix Tonight
2 - Meghan Sees the News
3 - Beachy Gets a Tour
4 - Amy’s Audition
5 - Nadine Books A Cruise
6 - June Pays Up
7 - Zoe Faces A Decision
8 - Meghan’s Truth
9 - Beachy Considers a Deal
10 - Meghan Enters the Lion’s Den
11 - Shawna Takes the Job
12 - Hannah & Raven Debut
13 - Nadine and Sid Embark
14 - Freedom Mom Gets Processed
15 - Zoe, Collared
16 - June, Reporter, Heads to Torture
1 - Sinflix Tonight
Music, trumpets and drums, mostly, almost martial but not quite, blared from the speakers on a makeshift news set in Los Angeles, California, or Century City, to be precise. Gradually, then suddenly, the music died out and a pretty woman in a blue blazer and white shirt, a bit manly for her taste but she didn’t get to choose her wardrobe for the first time in her short career, looked into the camera aimed at her face as the set director counted down and pointed at the camera for her to begin.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first ever edition of Sinflix’s brand new, live-streamed news show, Sinflix Tonight. I’m Zoe Grayson, your correspondent and host for this fresh look at all the news that’s relevant for our new streaming service which has taken the country and really the world by storm.” Zoe took a too-large breath and smiled broadly for the camera. She’d rehearsed this opening speech more than a dozen times but she still felt she could have done better. Luckily, her producer and new friend, Amanda Matthews, told her to expect such thoughts on her first live broadcast and to ignore them. With almost twenty years in the broadcast television industry, Amanda would know, Zoe told herself.
“We’re here tonight with the principal players in a major new project for Sinflix, the maiden voyage of the Sinflix Cruise du Kinque on our massive new cruise ship, the Sinflix Loviator.
“First of all,” Zoe said as she turned to the five disparate people sitting on the sofa across from her news desk. “I want to thank you all for coming today. I know you’re all very busy, especially right now and I really appreciate that you made time to talk with us here at Sinflix Tonight.” Zoe smiled again. Her producer told her often enough during rehearsals that she needed to smile more so it was top of mind. She glanced at her notes but looked up quickly so as not to lose the group’s interest and focus. All eyes were still on her, she noted with relief.
“Captain Hudson,” Zoe went on. “Let's start with you. What did you think when you first heard about this ship and that you were being considered to captain its maiden voyage?”
The captain, trim and distinguished in his naval-themed uniform, smiled without breaking eye contact. “I was thrilled, to be honest. This ship has a storied history even if she’s been rechristened by her new owner.” He looked briefly at the Black man sitting next to him, Rodney Morrow, before he turned back to Zoe. “It’s quite an honor, really. Almost twelve football fields in length, to put it in non-nautical terms, and with over 2200 staterooms and 17 decks to serve almost 5000 guests, it’s an even bigger responsibility, to be sure. But my crew and I are up to the challenges.”
“Challenges?” Zoe asked with a slight smile. “What kinds of challenges do you anticipate, Captain?”
Hudson’s eyes darkened before he caught himself and smiled again. “Just that this is a first of its kind voyage and presents some unique, shall we say, situations for the cast and crew to deal with, but that’s a subject best handled by our Director of Operations, Elijah Compton. Eli?” he said, looking to his left.
“Thank you, Captain Hudson,” Compton said as he shifted in his chair. “We’re employing over 2300 crew members and another 2000 cast members to give our guests a completely unique and immersive experience that will be beyond anything they’ve dreamed of. Because we’ve refitted the ship completely from bow to stern, every detail of the experience has been designed with the safety and enjoyment of our guests in mind and will be meticulously monitored, rigorously controlled, and carefully managed at all times…”
Zoe listened politely as Compton droned on almost incessantly, but she was anxious to transition the focus to her other guests, most notably Morrow, the man responsible for shepherding this new form of entertainment from conception to reality. At the first sign of Compton’s willingness to cede control, she turned her attention to Morrow, who looked bored with Compton and amused with her predicament.
“Mr. Morrow…” she began but he waved her off.
“Call me Rodney.”
“Rodney, then. Where did you come up with the idea for this novel concept and are you at all concerned about its long-term viability in the current social and political environment?” Zoe smiled to herself for putting the man on the spot with her first question.
He smiled at her before he looked up, as if he was used to being questioned by someone who had no idea how much smarter he was than anyone in the room, including her.
“I’m used to taking calculated risks, Zoe. It’s how I made my way from the streets to the Forbes 400 for the first time just last year.”
“Yes, and congratulations on that, sir. But to maybe put my question another way, isn’t what you’re offering people rather offensive? Not to mention, dangerous?”
He smiled again, a more predatory smile than Zoe has seen in some time, if ever. She felt her pulse quicken as if she sensed a danger that only her unconscious mind was aware of. She chided herself for imagining something that was clearly absurd - the man would hardly be a threat in this setting, with cameras and crew, not to mention his staff as witnesses. Still…
“No one is being forced to do anything, Zoe. Including signing up for the cruise. And yet we have a long waiting list of prospective guests, enough for a dozen cruises and we’ve only been taking reservations for a few weeks. If I had another cruise ship - if I had another dozen ships, I could fill them three times over. We seem to have struck a nerve in the current social and political environment, as you so delicately put it.” He smiled again and Zoe had to fend off the urge to shiver.
“Captain Hudson,” Zoe said in an effort to regain her composure. “Do you anticipate any problems with the varied and rather unorthodox forms of entertainment being offered on the cruise? I mean, it’s not for everybody, wouldn’t you agree? And can you guarantee everyone’s safety in such a unique environment?”
The captain made no effort to hide his disdain for Zoe’s question. “First of all, the safety and relative comfort of our guests is our top priority on this ship - Mr. Morrow has spent untold millions to make that happen. What’s more, we’ve retrofitted the entire ship with state-of-the-art video capture technology so that every square foot of each deck is under constant surveillance at all times and recorded both for legal purposes and for use on the Sinflix Streaming service.”
“So,” Zoe said, almost too eager to pounce, “I suppose there’s no pretense about privacy for your passengers, is that right, Captain?”
“It’s written right into the contract,” Morrow interjected. “We make no bones about the fact that we operate a multimedia entertainment company, something we drive home in every one of our screening interviews. No one will be surprised by the fact that their images will be used for the entertainment of our subscribers. The cost of the cruise to our guests would be substantially higher if not for that fact, Zoe. As it is, we’re charging one of the lowest weekly rates in the industry for what I would call deluxe, even premium accommodations and entertainment services. But we’ll let the market decide - it always does.”
“But didn’t you rechristen your ship the Loviatar? Isn’t she the goddess of pain or something?”
Morrow smiled again and Zoe couldn't help herself– she only hoped the camera didn’t catch her shudder. “The Sinflix Loviatar,” he corrected, adding, “accommodations come in all different flavors, Zoe.”
“If you say so, sir.”
“See for yourself. Come with us.”
“To see the ship?”
“No. For our maiden voyage.”
“A full week? On a ship named for the goddess of pain?” She felt the color drain from her face.
“Only if you dare, Zoe. Only if you dare.”
2 - Meghan Sees the News
Meghan Attweiler turned up the TV because Candy, her 4-year-old, was yelling at her dolls and she’d wanted to hear the end of a story about a shooting involving a Mexican immigrant. So the TV was still blaring for the introduction to the next story.
“. . . Sheriff’s Department is continuing to investigate. And now we go out to the Port of Los Angeles for an exclusive story about a very interesting new cruise. KLAF Action News Reporter June Wayman is there to get the details.”
The right half of the screen switched to June, a young female reporter standing behind a narrow curtain, only her head and bare shoulders visible, a collar around her neck, a chain dropping from it. The blue hull of a cruise ship loomed behind her, a huge door yawning open, as though waiting to eat her. A husky Black man in a gray uniform, the kind a prison guard might wear, stood to her left.
“Hi, Sally!” June said. “I’m here at the LA port, standing in front of the newly-christened SS Sinflix Loviatar, and getting ready for a very personal tour of a completely new kind of cruise.”
“Tell us all about it,” Sally said, pausing briefly and looking puzzled. “But first . . . what are you wearing?”
“Well, that’s the thing,” said June. “I’m not wearing, really, anything. That’s part of the experience. But it’s not just a nudist cruise, Sally. Real estate mogul Rodney Morrow has come up with something completely new.”
“Rodney Morrow, the self-made billionaire?” Sally asked.
“Yes,” June replied. “He made his fortune in hotels, but now he’s headed to the seas for a one-of-a-kind cruise experience. He’s calling his new company Sinflix Cruises, and the name of the cruise says it all: Cruise du Kinque. Whether you’re a die-hard fan of kink, or you’re not sure but you’re curious, this cruise will give you a safe, immersive way to explore a wide range of fantasies.”
“Fantasies?” Sally said, eyebrows raised. “You mean, unlimited food and drink on a beautiful floating palace isn’t fantasy enough?”
“Mr. Morrow is introducing a whole new level of fantasy to the cruise industry,” June said. “He’s partnered with bestselling adult author Lena White to bring some of her most popular worlds to reality.”
“Lena White?” Sally said. “Author of the New Confederacy series?”
“That’s right, Sally. Now a major motion picture, also produced by Rodney Morrow. And there will be an entire deck devoted to it. Passengers who sign up for that deck will get to live in Ms. White’s world for themselves—a week-long trip as a Southern slave.”
Sally, obviously briefed beforehand on the contents of June’s report, feigned wide-eyed astonishment.
“June, are you saying that people are going to pay to be slaves?”
“Not just slaves,” June said, smiling. “The cruise will satisfy a wide range of kinks. Fourteen decks worth, to be exact, with a different kink on each one. And most of the kinks can’t be mentioned on a family program. The first cruise departs next month, and it’s almost all booked. Almost five thousand guests. And they nearly filled up three more cruises before they stopped taking reservations. It seems like Mr. Morrow has tapped into something hidden in the American mind. Something hidden, and very, very kinky.”
“Are we going to get a look inside the ship?” Sally asked.
“We are indeed!” June announced. “But I’m going to need a few minutes to get on board. They’ve got me chained up, and I’m not moving very quickly.”
“Chained up?” Sally said in mock horror.
“Just like a real passenger.”
“Oh, my goodness!”
“I wish I could show you,” June said, looking down. “They’ve got my feet cuffed, my hands chained, and it all runs to the collar you see around my neck.”
“And it looks like you’ve got a guard there?” Sally said.
“Yes, this is Bruce, one of the cast members. But I just call him sir, and if I forget to address him properly, he’s promised to give me a very serious spanking.”
June laughed a little nervously. “He’s one of 4,300 cruise employees, and he’ll be escorting me on our look at one of the decks.”
“Okay, let’s pause for a few messages while we let June get aboard,” Sally said. “Please stay with us for the second part of our exclusive story about this fascinating new cruise experience.”
Meghan was shaking by the time the first advertisement popped up, for a local attorney. Other than that, she wasn’t moving at all, standing and staring at her TV, horror-struck, her fingernails digging into the back of the chair, oblivious to Candy’s shouts. What better example could Meghan find of the moral rot destroying America from the inside out?
Meghan Attweiler—moral culture warrior, co-founder of the California chapter of Freedom Moms, newly-elected member of the Orange County, California, School Board—was profoundly outraged. And for women like her, rage led inevitably to action. There were children to protect, after all.
If she was upset before, the second half of June’s report was going to push her all the way into momma grizzly death rage. She waited through the commercials with white knuckles and a snarl so fierce it was more animal than human.
In the commercial meantime, June had been brought aboard, escorted by Bruce through the ship’s dock-level entrance and over to the elevators, where she was catching her breath and waiting for the broadcast to resume. Walking in chains was surprisingly taxing, at least if it was your first time.
Rob, the cameraman, had his camera off and pointed away, he and June both holding still, listening through their earpieces for the on-air call when a woman’s shoes rapped against the floor, drawing everyone’s attention. She appeared a moment later around the bulkhead, tall and slender, in a white blouse, black pencil skirt and black pumps, her hair straight and red.
“June, hello!” she said, stepping up and offering her hand. “I’m Katrina.”
“Hi, Katrina,” said June, doing her best to offer a warm handshake despite her restraints. “Nice to meet you in person.”
“Are you enjoying your exclusive?” Katrina asked.
“It’s going great so far,” June replied.
“And you remember our deal?” Katrina inquired.
“Oh, yeah,” June said, looking almost panicked for a moment. “You mean, testing out some of the equipment?”
“Yes, we’ve had to build a dozen machines from scratch, with nothing to go on but the books our authors wrote,” Katrina explained. “So we need to put a girl on them and try them out before we inflict them on our passengers.”
“Inflict?” June echoed.
“I’m sort of joking,” Katrina said with a light smile before her eyes went hard. “And sort of not.”
“But it’s safe, right?” June asked.
“I’m sure it is,” Katrina said. “At least, in terms of life and limb.”
“But . . . what’s going to happen?” June asked, her voice squeaking.
“We’re going to put you on some of the machines that still need testing, see how they do, and fine-tune them if necessary.”
“How long will it take?”
“An hour or two.”
“Will it hurt?” June asked.
“Yes,” Katrina replied. “Some of it will. And some of it might be kind of fun.”
“Thirty seconds,” warned the producer in June’s and Rob’s earpieces. Rob turned the camera on.
