Three at Sea Chapter 4: Pirates! The Attainment shipmates shuffled across the wooden deck of the ship, pirates yelling and jeering on every side. The three shipmates were hopelessly captured, hands tied behind their backs and being escorted onboard of the pirates’ own vessel. Where to exactly, Dane still wasn’t sure. The fact that they haven’t been killed yet meant that Captain Melbourne wanted something from them, but he still couldn’t figure out what. The brown bear peered ahead at his two shipmates, Gell walking directly in front of him, Iya in the lead being escorted personally by Captain Melbourne. The bandits surrounded them, laughing, shouting, reaching out paws to grope the shipmates. Dane’s eyes kept coming back to Gell’s hands, tied behind the cat’s back. Dane’s brain furiously ran through all the possibilities of escape, but everything he pictured in his mind ended in failure with their throats being cut and their bodies dumped overboard. Maybe there was no hope escaping this time. The bear hung his head in shame, shame that he and his shipmates were taken hostage by these outlaws. Here they were, subjects of the Empire and the King, scholars sent by the Imperial College of Navigation to explore the world. But now all they were were playthings for these sea raiders to have fun with. While that thought terrified him, it wasn’t the most shameful thing at the moment. Looking down, Dane glanced at his own penis, swinging in the open air for all the pirates to see and point at. The three Attainment shipmates were half-naked, without any clothes from the waist down, their privates inconcealable in the sunlight. Dane grimaced as a female pirate to his side poked his dick and let out a crude laugh. In the front, Iya, bottomless as well, was almost to the entrance of some compartment of the ship. Dane noticed some bulldog pirate standing next to the door bring his paw up in the air. “Eh, nice arse bunny!” the bulldog shouted, slapping the thick paw down on Iya’s bare buttock with a frightening speed. Iya tossed her head up and screamed. “Yow!” She spun and scowled at the bulldog. “Fuck off you...” The pirate fur next to the bulldog, a canine of some sort, held up a knife and mimed it going across his neck. Iya stopped speaking but kept the scowl on her face as Captain Melbourne pulled her into the open door, disappearing out of the sunlight into a darkened room. A couple seconds later Gell reached the door. The bulldog did the same thing, spanking his paw on the orange cat’s butt, drops of sweat flying the air with the loud slap. Gell shrieked too, louder and more high-pitched than Iya. A laugh rumbled throughout the pirate crowd, and the bulldog next to the door pointed at the cat’s butt and said, “Look, he’s even still got seed leakin’ out!” Gell disappeared into the dark room, and it was Dane’s turn. The bulldog had his paw poised in the air, an evil grin on his face. Dane tensed, expecting the bulldog to slap his ass as well. But as he was pulled into the doorway by his captor, the bulldog cupped his paw and brought it onto Dane’s cheek. The pirate squeezed Dane’s round rump, painfully hard, bringing a gasp out of the bear’s throat. Dane didn’t say anything, but set his face as stern and emotionless as stone as he walked into the door, preparing for whatever they had to face next. He was led down some wooden stairs to a dark and dank room, which judging by the barrels and bags and other miscellaneous items Dane guessed was the storage. Sunlight strewn in through various cracks and holes in the walls and ceiling, the only other source of light being a dim electric bulb. Under the bulb Captain Melbourne sat in an elaborate, throne-like wooden chair. The pirate raccoon held his head in a paw, a expression of almost disinterest or boredom on his face, his other paw resting on his saber. The sword was sheathed in a golden scabbard, the legendary weapon of the Masked Marauder, the Coon Captain—the infamous outlaw they were in the presence of, Captain Melbourne. The three shipmates, arms still roped behind their backs, were forced to kneel in front of Captain Melbourne, a ring of pirates of various species surrounding them. Why are we bottomless? Dane thought for the umpteenth time as his bare knees bent to the floor. The pirates had found the three Attainment shipmates on a deserted beach, naked after just having sex with one another. Their shirts (put not their pants or shoes) were shoved on them, and they were yanked away onto a row boat, and taken to the pirate ship stationed just on the other side of the small island. This was all maybe an hour ago? Dane looked at the raccoon sitting in front of him, thoughtful look on his scarred face as he scanned his three captives. Captain Melbourne’s clothes were so posh and regal that he could be mistaken for a noble gentleman of some sort, if his violent reputation didn’t precede him. Kneeling next to the bear, Gell was shaking visibly, and Dane heard a deep voice from behind them shout, “Aw, look, the kitty’s shiverin’!” “Did he shake like that when you fucked him?” a female fur said, punching Dane in the shoulder. They just had to keep reminding Dane that they all knew the shipmates were lovers. Captain Melbourne adjusted his long, striped tail in his seat, his black boots scrapping along the wooden floorboards. He cleared his throat and said, “That was quite a scene we found the three of you in.” A laugh rippled throughout the underdeck. “And here I thought that kind of behavior was unacceptable for subjects of the Empire.” He frowned, his leathered, but handsome face becoming serious. “I know you’re not sailors. That’s not a naval ship out there. Tell me who you are if you value your lives.” Either out of fear, hate, or simply not knowing what to say, the three of them stayed silent. Captain Melbourne stood abruptly and pulled his sword out its golden scabbard. Eyes locked on Dane, he flung the tip of the blade directly at Gell’s neck with expert precision. Even without looking, the sword just bristled the fur on Gell’s throat. “You, bear! Tell me, or your cat boyfriend gets it.” The raccoon’s expression was cold, but his voice was stern and charged with controlled anger that Dane worried could erupt any minute. Dane immediately spoke. “We’re scientists, nothing more. We’re just here to study the plants and local life of these islands, that’s it—I swear. I’m the captain of this expedition. These two, they’re... they’re nobody.” Dane promised himself that he wouldn’t be reduced to begging and groveling, but with his shipmates’ lives threatened he suddenly his pride evaporated. “Why are there only three of you? And don’t lie. Any second I could cut off his head if I so choose.” Captain Melbourne’s sword was still steadfast on Gell’s neck. With his throat in contact with the cold steel, Gell’s heterochromatic eyes were wide, and his teeth were gritted in terror. “We’re from the Imperial College of Navigation. They didn’t think we were that important so they left us with the only ship they had left. Like I said, we’re nobody, just explorers.” It was mostly true, but Dane definitely did everything he could to underplay their importance. He had heard stories of pirates taking sailors hostage for years in the hopes of extracting all the money they could from their benefactors. But, this thought snuck up on Dane, if the pirates believed they were too unimportant then maybe they would just kill them and take their stuff for loot. It was a tense situation that required much tact and diplomacy. Melbourne lowered his saber, but kept it tight in his paw. “Captain, eh? What’s your name, bear?” “Dane Ixidia.” The raccoon seemed to relax. “Captain Dane Ixidia.” He sheathed his sword and sat back down in his wooden chair. “I’m feeling generous today. From one captain to another.” He put a black paw in the air and gestured, and a rat pirate brought a small wooden stool under the light. “So here’s what I’m planning. I’m going to give you... hmmm, five minutes.” A large equine suddenly grabbed Gell and shoved him into the stool, not without getting a handful of the cat’s orange butt and ballsack first. Captain Melbourne continued. “The two of you have to suck our cocks. Rabbit, you’re mine. Captain Ixidia, you’re with the cat. You both have five minutes to make us cum with your mouths. If you fail to make both of us cum under five minutes, or if you try to use your hands, or if you do anything else unsatisfactory, you lose. We will sink your ship, and you will become our slaves, for us to rape and use in anyway at anytime we see fit. If you win...” He shrugged. “We will let you go.” The three shipmates were frozen. Did the raccoon really just say all that? As if in response, sure enough Captain Melbourne undid his belt and opened his fly, pulling out his penis. The pink humanoid cock was flaccid, but had enough blood flowing through it to elongate and firm it up a little. The raccoon flopped it in his lap in front of Iya’s nose. “I’m not touchin’ that thing!” Iya shouted. “It wasn’t a suggestion, wench. I do not make suggestions.” Some of the surrounding pirates chuckled. Captain Melbourne waggled his half-erect cock in his lap, and with his other paw pulled a brass pocket watch out of his jacket’s breast pocket. “Like I said, rabbit, you are on my cock. Captain Ixidia, you are sucking the cat’s.” He flicked open his pocket watch, the ticking sound audible to Dane’s perked up, round ears. “When I say ‘start,’ you’ll have five minutes. No more. Remember that.” Iya was staring disgustedly at Melbourne’s flopping dick. Dane looked at his bottomless feline friend sitting on the stool in front of him. The cat’s eyebrows were pursed together in worry. Dane couldn’t believe it. Was he really going to give Gell a blowjob in front of all these perverted outlaws? And could Iya bring herself to suck off Melbourne? Did any of them really have a choice? A few seconds of Dane’s mind racing, and then Captain Melbourne, eyes fixed on his brass pocket watch, shouted, “Start!” “Ah, fuck you all!” Iya screamed, and dove her head on the raccoon’s penis. She went in immediately, shoving the cock fully in her mouth. Her tied hands were tightly clenched behind her back, her white-furred paws tense and drained of blood. She wasted no time in working her slobbering tongue along the pirate captain’s cock, all the while an expression of burning anger played in her eyes. The surrounding pirates started clapping and howling like feral animals. “Shit, she’s doin’ it!” “Get started, bear!” At least 15 seconds had passed, and Iya was working as fast as she could on Captain Melbourne, her large breasts swinging in her shirt along with the bobbing of her head. Dane shook his head and turned to Gell. “Gell, can we do this?” “I... I don’t know, D-Dane.” Across the room Dane saw the rat pirate put two fingers to his temple, and mimed a gun being shot against his head. The rat then put the paw on his pants and began stroking his own groin, a bulge visibly growing. “Hell...” Dane muttered. “We don’t have a goddam choice!” And with that, Dane also went in, shoving his face in the cat’s crotch. Hoots and hollers filled the room, and someone whistled loudly as Dane lapped his long tongue along the black, flaccid cock. He worked as much warm saliva as he could onto it, his sweaty face red with embarrassment but determined. The cat’s cock twitched and Gell let out a shuttering groan. It was a start. His tongue still busy working Gell’s member, Dane looked over, and saw Iya was frantically building up speed. Captain Melbourne was already rock hard, strings of spit dripping to the floor every time Iya bobbed her head back. The white rabbit glanced to her side, and Dane and Iya made eye contact. Iya had a look of determination as well, but the furious anger had not left her face. She looked as if she would bite Melbourne’s dick off any second, but everyone knew if she even attempted that the Attainment shipmates would be fed to the sharks before the day’s end. Captain Melbourne had a large smile plastered on his face, two or three of his gold teeth visible. Despite the x scar below his left eye, or perhaps with the addition of the scar, the thirty-something raccoon captain was quite handsome. He had an air of elegance about him that Dane would have admired if they weren’t currently being forced into doing such a degrading thing. It had been well over a minute, and Gell was still only half-erect, Dane lapping his ursine tongue all over the dick and balls, trying to get the cat harder. Through the yells and shouting, Dane heard one of the pirates loudly mutter something right behind him. “Oh, fuck’n...” Dane looked up for a second and his jaw dropped. More than half of the twenty or so pirates that surrounded them were masturbating. Some males had their dicks out, some of the ladies were fingering their pussies under their pants, and a few of both genders even had their trousers around their ankles, working themselves with their paws. Right behind him was the large horse that had picked up Gell and shoved him the stool. The tan equine was stroking his long hard cock, pink but dotted with spots of black. Imposingly tall and incredibly muscular, the horse thrust his hips forward and slapped Dane across the face with his massive penis. “Ey, get back to suckin’, cap’n.” His cheek surprisingly smarted from the cock slap, and Dane turned back to continue working on Gell. The cat was now hard enough that Dane could easily stick the dick in his mouth. Dane had no personal qualms about orally pleasing his friend like this, but being forced to do it under the threat of violence with so many barbaric furs watching, yelling, masturbating this way made Dane miserably embarrassed. “Almost 90 seconds left,” he heard the pirate raccoon say. Working his tongue along the inside of the long foreskin, where Dane knew the cat was the most sensitive, he could taste a bead of Gell’s precum. They had a little over a minute to finish. Just as he began to wonder how close Iya was to finishing off Captain Melbourne, the raccoon answered his question. “Here it comes, lovely,” Captain Melbourne said, his voice level and controlled. “Make sure you swallow every last drop.” Iya made a noise of surprise and her eyes widened, and the surrounding crowd clapped and wooed as it was obvious that Melbourne was cumming. But even as he orgasmed his face didn’t change his expression, and his body stayed absolutely still. Smiling, he calmly brought a paw behind Iya’s head between her long ears, and pushed her mouth further onto his dick. Dane felt a mix of emotions: disgusted that Iya was being force to do something like this; relieved that now only Gell had to cum; and even a little amazed at how much self-control the raccoon had in the peak of his orgasm. Despite the savage, chaotic environment he was a prisoner in, Gell was at least a little aroused by watching the raccoon cum, evident by the pre building in Dane’s mouth. The bear went doubletime on the feline’s dick, working his tongue furiously along the underside of the shaft, but paused for a split-second when he felt something wet hit him from behind. With the cat’s cock still in his mouth he turned to look, and immediately got a string of cum splattered on his face. One of the pirates behind him, a snow leopard, was ejaculating on Dane! The white leopard had his pants around his feet, and was viciously stroking his cum into Dane’s head. “Yea, fuck’n take it, bear!” the snow leopard yelled with a fierce growl. Horrified, Dane nonetheless tried to ignore the hot fluid hitting his fur. He closed his eyes and focused in on Gell’s cock. Just a few seconds later the bear felt another fresh string of cum on him, and right after that another, two more furs ejaculating onto him, one on each side. From all directions he was getting sprayed with cum, and there was nothing he could do about it. A meter or two over, Iya was still kneeling in front of Captian Melbourne, having taken and swallowed the last of the raccoon’s cum. The large horse was standing behind Iya and had his muscular arms folded across his chest. He had abandoned his breeches minutes ago, and now bottomless was being masturbated by the male wolf standing next to him. The horse closed his eyes and snorted. The grey wolf smiled crudely, and used his paws to direct the large equine cock at Iya’s face. Yanking the horse’s cock, the wolf fired the first shot onto the busty rabbit. It took Iya by surprise, who after finishing Captain Melbourne now had her eyes fixed on Dane and Gell. A burst of semen almost as thick as rope splatted on her head, dripping down her chin and eyes. She closed her left eye, but kept the other open and focused on her two shipmates. “Thirty seconds left, boys,” Captain Melbourne said. Gell and Dane had exited into their own world. Covered with the cum from countless other furs, they tuned out everyone and everything around him. Dane stared up at Gell, and Gell looked down, their eyes locked. In Dane’s mind, all that existed at that moment was the two of them. Dane knew they were approaching their time limit, and now was desperately prodding the dick randomly around in his mouth. Gell... please. As if he heard the bear’s thoughts, Gell just barely nodded his head and closed his eyes, his mouth cracked open making a small noise, only audible to Dane in the loud room. With no more than five seconds left on the clock, Gell finally came. The skinny cat grunted and shot his first hot load into Dane’s mouth. The taste of the cat’s cum sent a wave of relief over Dane, and he eagerly swallowed the first load. “Open your mouth, Captain Ixidia! I want to see if he’s actually cumming.” He opened his maw to show Captain Melbourne that, sure enough, Gell was cumming. “Good! Now get every drop of cum in your mouth. Don’t waste any of your lover’s precious seed.” Dane kept his mouth open, Gell’s wet, twitching cock shooting string after sticky string onto the bear’s elongated tongue. Several other bandit furs masturbated themselves onto Dane, a few of them successfully getting a shot or two of cum into the bear’s open mouth. Dane reflexively recoiled. “Make sure to get their cum too,” ” he heard Captain Melbourne say. “Eat it now, that’s a good boy.” Dane reluctantly kept his muzzle open. Now Gell’s dick was just barely ejaculating drops of cum, not strong enough to reach Dane’s mouth. But around him the rest of the room was a manic frenzy. As several more of the pirates came, the air was filled with hollers and guttural grunts, and the scent of sweat and cum filled the bear’s nostrils, seeming to penetrate directly into his brain. One of the female furs in her ecstasy even squirted some pussy juice onto Dane’s side, further adding to the bear’s bodily-fluid soaked fur and shirt. For at least a minute Dane kept his maw open, his tongue and muzzle coated with seed. He knew he was going to be forced to do it anyway, so he closed his mouth and (nearly puking) gulped the cum, opening his jaws again to show the perverted outlaws that he had actually taken the seed. The peak of the room’s energy seemed to have already passed. Melbourne looked satisfied. He stood and with a stretch he sighed. Most if not all his fellow pirates had already either masturbated themselves or each other to orgasm, and the atmosphere of the storage room was dying down, more furs now panting rather than yelling. The raccoon captain pulled Iya and Dane up to their feet. He pushed their cummy bodies close to his own, the bear to his left, the rabbit at his right. Gell meanwhile was still sitting on the stool, his ejaculate-covered head hung in humiliation. “Well, I hope you had as much fun as we did. You look like you especially had a good time, Captain Dane Ixidia.” Dane quietly scowled. “But, you did it, and with seconds to spare. I can’t say I’m not surprised, but I’m a coon of my word. You are free to go.” He began rubbing his captives’ pantsless hips, his black paws squeezing and groping both Dane and Iya’s butt cheeks. “But I have a feeling we’ll meet again. And if we do, it won’t just be your mouths that I’ll use.” To both of the shipmates’ utter surprise, Captain Melbourne stuck a finger in Iya’s pussy and a finger up Dane’s ass. The two of them gasped. It was so fast that Dane only began to clench after the raccoon had already entered the bear’s sphincter. The pirate whispered in Dane’s ear. “Next time it’ll be your arse, bear.” He slipped his fingers out of the two shipmates, Dane’s hole closing tight after the exit of the intrusive finger. “Oh, we’re tired after such an exciting but exhausting event, aren’t we all?” A round of aye-aye, Cap’ns went up around the room. “Zeal! Emma! Tiberius! Take these three above deck and untie them. Then throw them over board.” He looked at them “You all can swim back to the island from here, right?” “You sonuva...” Iya whispered. Even after all this, this is how they were going to be released? “Swim fast enough, and you’ll be back on your boat before sundown. Just, uh, be careful, why don’t you? The occasional lion shark has been spotted here. Okay, my precious darlings?” Two equines and a tiger materialized and grabbed the captives, one of the horses even throwing Gell over her shoulder. As they were being dragged above deck, Captain Melbourne gave them all one last pat on the shoulders with convincing affection. “Have a nice swim, lovelies!”