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The Cap

By: Tween2Legs



"Nice cap!" she said as she finished the checkout of my groceries.

"Thanks. It was a gift from a friend."

"Is it real leather?"

"Yeah. I think it's hand made. Would you like to try it on?" I offered, then paused and added, "...Naked."

She looked at me kind of funny and said, "Excuse me?"

I repeated, "Would you like to try on my hat... Naked?"

"I... Uh... It... We... Uh... You can't be serious." She blushed just a little.

"I'm deadly serious. You'd be a knockout wearing my hat. What's your name? What time do you get off?"

"Uh... Ellie. I don't think I can do that."

"Do what... Be serious or get off?"

"No... Wear your hat... Like you said."

"Sure you can. We'll prove it. How old are you? What time do you get off?"

"Uh... 24... I... Uh... Have a boyfriend."

"O.K., that's good. I didn't offer him to try it on. Is he going to pick you up? What time do you get off?"

"Well, no -"

I interrupted, "O.K. I'll pick you up right outside the front doors. Then we can go to your place. Do you live alone? How old are you?"

"Twenty three. Uh... No. I live with my sister. She's in college. But I have my own room. She's not even home this weekend."

Now we were getting somewhere. It usually didn't take this long to convince them to try on my hat... Naked.

I admit that this was a cool hat. It was a newsboy or Gatsby type hat, definitely handmade with solid, brown leather bill and brim and a soft leather crown made of eight quarter panels and topped with a leather covered button. The bill had a small flower design that was hand tooled across the front. And it fit me perfectly.

My ex-girlfriend had given me the hat. One Friday night after I got home from work, she was standing in the middle of the living room with the hat on... Naked. Her legs were slightly spread and her hands were clasped behind her back. Her fantastic tits were pointing straight at me and she had this sexy smile.

"That's a nice looking hat," I said.

"If you fuck me all night, you can have it."

Well, several months later she's gone, but I have the hat.

"What time did you say you got off?" I pressed her.

"Uh... 9:30, but I don't think I said."

"O.K. 9:30. I'll be out front and when I see you, I'll honk. And one more thing..." I waited for a response.

"Yeah. What's that?" she asked somewhat bewildered.

"Don't be fucking late. Now get back to work, you've got people waiting."

She turned and looked and there were three carts in line waiting to be checked out. She immediately assumed her best checkout girl persona and warmly greeted the next person in line. I picked up my groceries and left the store.

*****

I was parked as close as I could get to the store at 9:30 and in two minutes I saw her and another girl come out the front doors. I honked twice and got their attention; they both walked toward my car.

My window was down and she could see I was watching them as they got closer.

"This is Cindy and she doesn't think I should -"

"Hi, Cindy, I'm Dan," I interrupted. "You look like you're really a lot of fun. Do you have anywhere to go tonight? Get in the back. Ellie, come around and get in the front."

Cindy said, "I don't think Ellie should do this."

"Cindy, do you like my hat? Ellie thinks it's a nice cap."

She looked at me, a little irritated that I had ignored her comment, and unsure what she should do next.

"Well, do you like my hat or not? Ellie, damnit! Come around and get in the front."

"Cindy, you like my hat, don't you?"

"Uh... Yeah, its O.K."

"O.K.! Just O.K.?" I asked. Ellie was walking around the front of the car on her way to get in.

"Cindy!" I was getting impatient. "You're wasting our fucking time! Get in the car. We're just going over to Ellie's place. Do it. C'mon, Ellie's waiting for you."

Both girls were wearing their store checker outfits - dark green short-sleeved dresses that looked as if they were a size too small, and that ended about four inches above the knee. A white bibbed apron was worn on top of the dress. It looped over the neck and had a narrow bib that conveniently fit between their tits then flared out and ended about six inches above the dress hem. The apron tied in back.

As Ellie got into the car her dress rose up to mid-thigh to reveal nice, smooth, well-proportioned legs. She was wearing some kind of canvas shoe with no socks. As she settled into the seat and leaned back, I was staring at her tits which were straining under the double restraint of the dress and apron.

She was looking at me and I finally was able to drag my eyes up to hers and smile.

"Ellie, you look great," I complimented.

I turned my head back to look at Cindy who was still standing by the side of the car. I just stared at her with an evil stare.

"Oh, all right," she conceded. "But I can't stay all night and you gotta bring me back here to get my car."

I said nothing and kept staring at her.

"Fuck!" she said under her breath and got into the car.

I looked over to Ellie and said, "Ellie, take that apron off."

She leaned up, untied it, pulled it off up over her head, and placed it on the seat.

"You are smokin' hot. Fasten your seat belt and tell me where to go to get to your place."

I moved the rear view mirror so I could see Cindy sitting in the back with her arms crossed below her tits. She had a mean look on her face.

"Cindy, lighten up. You can't have a good time if you're mad. Look on the seat next to you. There's a couple of bottles of white wine in the bag. Open one and pass it up. Don't worry, they have screw tops. Ellie didn't tell me you were coming with, so I guess it's a good thing I got two bottles. You can start in on the other one."

Cindy started to fish around in the bag for the bottles.

"Cindy, lose the apron," I called to the back. "And, girls, you're off work now. Relax and loosen your uniforms a little. Ellie, let's go."

Ellie directed me out of the parking lot and onto a street leading away from the center of town. A couple of blocks down the street, Cindy handed a bottle to Ellie over the console and said, "Here, Ellie. This looks like pretty good stuff." She still had her apron on.

Ellie took the bottle, looked at me, and asked, "Where're the glasses?"

I grinned. "Ellie, for god's sake. It's fucking Friday night, you're off work, and it's time to party. Just drink right out of the damn bottle."

She kind of grinned at me, said, "Right," put her lips to the bottle and turned it up. After a healthy chug, she lowered the bottle with an "Ahhhhh... Not bad."

I reached my hand out and she handed me the bottle.

I took it and said, "Thanks. Are we going the right way?" I took a drink and handed the bottle back. "Cindy, drink some wine." I glanced in the mirror - she was drinking.

"Yeah, we're O.K. Two more stop lights and then turn left."

We continued some small talk and drinking on the way to Ellie's apartment. Then I parked the car and said, "O.K., we're here. Let's go."

The apartment complex had outside stairs and we followed Ellie around the end of a building and up the stairs to the third floor. She unlocked the door to 307, opened it, and walked in. I motioned for Cindy to go in and I followed her. We all left our shoes at the door.

Ellie had switched on the lights as she entered. The first room was a combination living room-dining room with an opening into the kitchen. Two bar stools were at the counter on the dining room side of the opening. The living room had a sofa with two end tables and an overstuffed chair at a right angle to the sofa. A flat screen TV was in the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf across from the sofa.

Ellie was in the kitchen and Cindy was standing in the middle of the living room looking around.

"Ellie!" I said. "Get some glasses down so we can have some more wine."

Ellie got some drinking glasses from the cupboard. I went into the kitchen and poured three healthy glasses of wine.

"Let's sit down," I said. Cindy was in the chair and Ellie and I sat on the sofa.

"Are you nervous, Ellie?" I asked.

"A little."

"Don't be. We're all friends here. Tell me a little about yourself. Do you like your job?"

She answered and I continued to ask her questions about herself and she began to relax as she told us about herself. I kept their wine glasses full. Pretty soon there was a break in the conversation and it was time.

"Ellie, take your panties off and give them to me."

Cindy said, "Ellie..."

"Cindy, be quiet! It's Ellie's decision to wear my hat and she knows what she has to do. We'll take it nice and slow."

Ellie had squirmed a little on the sofa, but had made no move to remove her panties.

"Ellie, don't fuck around. Give me your panties." I was giving her no choice.

She stood up, reached up under her dress, and pulled her panties down past her thighs, over her knees, and down to her ankles. She lifted one foot out of them, then the other. She reached down, picked them up, and handed them to me. Then she sat back down on the sofa. I threw them down on the floor between the sofa and the chair.

She was really going to do it.

"That was good. Are you O.K.?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good. Have some more wine."

I looked over at Cindy. She had tucked one leg under the other and had a hard grip on the arms of the chair. I tried to relax her.

"Cindy, how old are you?"

"None of your fucking business!"

"You look about 22. Are you old enough to be here?" I ignored her comment.

"26... If you have to know."

"How long have you worked at the store? Do you like your job?"

"Yeah, it's O.K."

"You are a pretty woman, you know. I bet you get lots of looks from guys at the store."

She blushed a little and said, "Oh, not so much."

I turned back to Ellie. Her wine glass was half full.

"O.K., Ellie. You ready? Finish that wine and stand up."

She gulped down the rest of the wine, set the glass on the end table, and, as she stood up, she tottered a little and giggled.

"O.K. Stand right here between us," I said figuring I would have to walk her through this. She moved over so she was halfway between Cindy and me.

"Now, take off your dress."

She looked at me, looked at Cindy, then looked back at me and began to unbutton her dress from the scoop neck down to the waist. After each button she would look up at me and I would just nod slightly. Then she would unbutton the next button.

Finally, her dress was unbuttoned and the top had splayed out around her tits that were captured in a white lace half-bra. She shook her shoulders, reached behind her, and pulled the dress down past her waist and hips and onto the floor. She stepped out of it with one foot and flipped it away with the other foot. She was standing there in front of us, naked except for her bra. She shifted and spread her legs apart slightly and I could see her cunt lips, puffy and glistening with moisture. She was shaved except for a small patch about an inch above her clit.

"Nice," I remarked.

Cindy gulped and I looked over at her. She was staring at Ellie with big eyes and an open mouth. She had let go of the arms of the chair, had finally removed her apron, and was playing with the top button of her dress with one hand and rubbing her leg with the other. She looked over at me and swallowed hard. I could tell she was breathing harder.

I looked back at Ellie who was rubbing herself with both hands right above her pussy. She was rocking slightly from side to side and breathing harder, too. It was time.

"Ellie, do you want to wear my cap?"

She nodded and said "Uh, huh."

"Well, then. You know what to do."

She stopped rocking, reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, slid it off her arms, and let it drop to the floor. As she did, she let out a big breath and said "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." Then she reached up and grabbed her tits, one in each hand, and began to rub and massage them now that they were released from their bondage.

She stood, naked in front of both of us and looked at me anxiously. She had held up her end of the bargain; now it was my turn.

I scooted forward on the sofa. "Ellie, come over here and squat down in front of me."

She did that, spreading her legs widely as she squatted. Her puffy cunt lips were on full display. I glanced over at Cindy. She had unbuttoned her dress and had one hand down the front of her dress and the other hand under her dress between her legs.

Ellie bent her head forward. I took my hat off and put it on her head. She stood up, now not completely naked.

"Wow! You look great! Why don't you go look in a mirror and see how you look?" I suggested. She left the room smiling with her tits swaying and her butt wiggling. I looked at Cindy. She was still playing with herself.

She looked back at me but didn't stop what she was doing.

"Do you need some help?" I asked.

"No!" she said.

I thought, O.K. I would see how far this could go. "Cindy, give me your panties."

She looked at me and paused, thinking about it, then shook her head.

"Cindy, take your panties off and give them to me," I directed in a no nonsense manner.

This time she put both hands under her dress, lifted up off the chair, and slid her panties off. She handed them to me. She had a faraway stare, leaned back in the chair, and went back to playing with herself. Strike one.

I waited a bit, then said "Cindy, give me your bra."

Again, she looked at me, paused, then finished unbuttoning her dress, pulled it off her shoulders and arms, reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, shook it down off her shoulders and arms, and handed it to me. Strike two.

Her tits were resplendent. Nice and full with hard nipples that she had been playing with. They stood straight out from her body as she sat on the edge of her chair.

I pushed her some more. "Play with yourself."

She looked at me with that faraway look as her hands disappeared under the front of her dress in between her legs. She began to rock a little and moan as her hand movements became more and more pronounced. Her mouth was open to get more air and she would close and open her eyes.

Ellie wasn't back yet and I figured I had to make my move while Cindy was alone with me. With Cindy watching me, I unbuckled and unbuttoned my jeans, and slid my pants and boxers down to my ankles. My cock, now hard and stiff, flopped out against my belly with a plopping sound. Cindy just stared at me.

"Cindy, you will do what I tell you to do. Nod if you understand."

She was looking at my cock as she nodded her head.

"Cindy, take off your dress, get down on your hands and knees, crawl over here, and suck my cock."

Just as if she was hypnotized she stood up and pulled her dress down over her hips and stepped out of it. She was now naked. Strike three.

She slowly got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to me in between my legs. I had taken my pants and boxers off and only had my shirt and socks on. She rested her forearms on each side of me and leaned in toward my cock. Just as she stuck out her tongue to lick my cock from my balls to the tip, she looked up right into my eyes.

Then holding her gaze, she proceeded to lick, suck, tongue, and slobber like a real pro all over my eight inches. I was impressed as she began to deep throat me, gagging herself time after time, but finally relaxing her throat and burying her nose against my belly. She would hold it there for a while, back off, cough, and noisily take a breath, then go back down on my cock. And this from someone who didn't think her friend should get naked just to try on a hat.

She stopped, got a breath, and began to lick my balls. I moved forward to the edge of the sofa to give her more access and she sucked each of my balls into her mouth, tonguing them like they were gold. She popped them out of her mouth and licked and kissed all around my cock from the bottom to the tip. She was just beginning to suck it again in earnest when Ellie came back into the room.

She stopped short when she saw Cindy between my legs sucking my cock.

"Ellie, you look real fine in that hat. Get down here and help Cindy suck my cock," I said in no uncertain terms.

She did not hesitate and got down beside me and stuck her head right down in my crotch. Cindy came off my cock and for the next ten minutes they shared my cock with Cindy deep throating me and Ellie trying her best, but not completely succeeding. At one time each of my balls was in one of the girl's mouths at the same time as they sucked and tongued them. Cindy would spit on my cock and Ellie would lick it off. Then Ellie would drop spit on the tip of my cock and Cindy would swallow my cock along with Ellie's spit. Finally, we had to move on.

"O.K. I'm going to fuck both of you. Lean forward on the sofa - now."

They sat up on their knees, Cindy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and Ellie licked her lips. They looked at each other for a second and both moved over to lean over the front of the sofa with their butts in the air. It couldn't have gotten any better.

I got off the sofa, took my shirt off, and got behind Ellie. I could see her cunt was wet and ready, so I pushed half of my cock into her cunt. She gasped and moaned and said "Oh, yeah! That feels good!" I fucked her with only the front half of my cock.

Then I pulled out to "Nooooo..." and moved over behind Cindy. Her legs were splayed apart as she waited to get fucked. I rubbed my cock against her cunt lips and could tell there would be no resistance. I pushed half of my cock into her cunt. "Uhhhhhh..." was all she said as she moved back trying to get more of my cock. I fucked her with just the front half of my cock.

I talked dirty to them. "You girls are really cock sluts disguised as store clerks wanting to fuck." I had half my cock in Cindy's cunt and two fingers in Ellie's cunt. They both groaned and tried to get more of me in them. "You would probably like to suck every customer's cock and lick every cunt that came through your check stand if you had the chance. You'd like it if everybody would pinch your tits. You probably go to work with dildos up your cunts." They groaned and moved more. I switched girls, fucking Ellie and fingering Cindy. I decided it was time.

"Do you like this, Ellie?" I taunted.

"Ohhhh... Yeeeeeessss... Please..." she squealed.

"Then try this," I said as I gave her all eight inches.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh, god! Fuck! Yes! More! More!" she hollered into the sofa cushion.

I started fucking her full stroke, then, after a few minutes, reached around and found her clit, and rolled it between my fingers. She came hard, drenching my cock and bucking her butt up so hard that I almost came out and almost pulled my fingers out of Cindy's cunt. Finally the bucking stopped, I pushed in all the way and held it there, then slowly pulled out.

"Fuck, that was soooooo goooooood!"

Still hard, I moved over to Cindy and replaced my fingers with my cock and began to fuck her hard with my full cock.

"Uhh... Uhh... Uhh... Uhh..." she groaned with each stroke. She was on her elbows on the sofa and I reached around to maul her tits. She groaned harder. I pinched them harder while pummeling her cunt. After a few minutes I reached down with one hand, felt her sloppy cunt, and rubbed her clit causing her to flinch and jerk. She was breathing hard with each thrust when I took my wet finger and pushed it into her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Shit! I'm coming! Fuck! I'm coming! Aaaaayyyyyyyiiiiiiieeeeee..." she yelled as spasms and jerks racked her against my cock. With my finger buried deep in her ass, I grunted and dumped my load deep in her cunt.

We settled down and I pulled out and sat on the carpet. Both girls turned around and sat down leaning back against the sofa. Each had a contented look on her face.

"I never thought trying a hat on would be so much fun," said Ellie.


The Cap



Cindy asked me "Could I try it on?"

I grinned and said "Yeah, I think you've earned it."

Ellie gave her the hat and, leaning naked against the sofa with her cunt dripping cum and her tits straight out, Cindy put the hat on. She had a satisfied smile.

I didn't leave until the next morning.



The Cape



Brent Long stood in front of the dank little shop on Dillard Street. "This must be the place," he mumbled under his breath as he pushed the door open, thinking it would be nice to be out of the October wind and rain.. 

He was saddened to find the inside of the shop was just as cold, damp and dark as the city street outside. Adding to the feeling, the shop was accentuated by strange shapes of unrecognizable objects cluttering the shop that cast even stranger shadows from the light that came in through the shop window from the street lamp on the corner. If anything, the shop was creepy and felt like death. Maybe this was the perfect place to find the right Halloween costume.

"Hello. Is anyone here?" Brent called out. There was no answer. He called out again.

From the back of the shop a small man emerged, all dressed in black with an old fashioned "Dickey" collar on a white, starched shirt and narrow black cravat. Everything about the man looked as though it had seen better days.

"Hello. Are you Mr. Travan?" Brent asked.

"The very one. How may I help you?" came the reply in a deep voice very much unsuited to the stature of the man.

"I am, Brent Long. I believe my friend, Roger Stone, called you about..."

"Oh, yes," Travan cut in, wringing his hands. "I spoke with him this morning. I believe I have just the thing for you." He led Brent toward the rear of the shop. "You are quite sure you want the vampire costume?" he said over his shoulder.

"Why, yes. Why wouldn't I?" Brent said, somewhat confused. 

Travan stopped at a doorway that led into what appeared to be storeroom. "Good. Good. Then wait here. I will be just a moment," he said with a wry grin and a short bow, hands still wringing.

Brent leaned against a glass case and thought to himself, "What the hell? It's just a costume for the Halloween party at Roger's home. So what's the deal? It was odd that he absolutely insisted I come her to rent it."

Momentarily, Travan returned carrying a large, flat box that appeared to be not unlike a gift box from Macy's, large enough to hold a gown or winter coat.

"Yes. Here it is. Just the thing, as I told, Roger."

Brent looked at the box. "Shouldn't I try it on to see if it fits or something?"

"Oh, definitely not. Totally unnecessary. It will fit you perfectly," Travan assured him as he continued wringing his hands as if to wash himself of some chronic filth.

Brent took the box from Travan's hands. "Well, I think I should, you know." Brent began to open the box.

"No. Not in my shop. It is..." Travan paused a moment. "Let's say it's against the rules and completely unnecessary," he said with a slight bow as he backed away a step or two. His hands seemed to wash even faster and more diligently. 

"Well then, I'll try it on when I get home then. If it doesn't fit, I'll bring it back."

"That's...um...not really advisable, Mr. Long. Believe me. The costume will form itself to you. You see, it is specially made. My costumes are made by an old woman in my employ. She has been sewing these for what seems like centuries. Trust, Mr. Long. It will fit perfectly as if made especially for you."

Brent shrugged. "Whatever you say, Mr. Travan. And how much is this?" he said, holding out his American Express Card.

"Oh, no. This has already been taken care of," Travan said, again with a small bow and what could only be described as an evil, lecherous smile.

Outside on the street, Brent felt very odd at the experience in Travan's shop. "How could such a dank and lifeless place exist in the city," he wondered. "And that little cockroach of a man, he gave me the creeps. Continuously wringing his hands and groveling. What an evil looking and acting person he was. I'll have to give Roger a piece of my mind at the party tomorrow night."

Roger did not arrive home until well after ten. He thought of trying the costume but thought better of it. "Maybe, in the morning," he told himself, making his way to the bedroom with a yawn. "How odd, he thought. So early and I'm feeling dead tired. But then, after that shop and Travan person..."

The following morning the alarm did not sound at 6:30 as usual. It began its frantic buzzing at 7:40. Brent opened one bleary eye and stared at the clock face for a moment. Then the time sunk in. "Holy shit! I'm going to be late."

Brent literally jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. In record time he had shaved, dressed and, hair still dripping, was out the front door headed for his car. The time was 7:58. 

A light, October rain was falling which only helped to snarl traffic on I-5. Brent arrived at his office at 8:32. Fortunately, the "old man" was not in the office, but at an early morning conference. Brent sat at his desk and guiltily tried to look as if he had been there working for an hour or more.

At 10:14 his desk phone rang. It was Roger.

"Hey. Did you get to Travan's shop? Creepy old fuck, isn't he?"

"Yes. I found the shop and I have the costume. Thanks for sending me to that rat hole. How did you ever find that place, anyway?"

"Travan is a very old friend, Brent," Roger said. His smile was almost audible through the phone line. "Oh, and I have a date for you. Someone, I just know you will love."

"Nope. Don't need a date. You know I haven't dated since Margaret and I split up."

"Oh, buddy boy. You will need a date tonight. Trust me. This is going to be the first night of the rest of your...um...life."

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Brent exclaimed, slamming the handset back in its cradle. Then it occurred to him. "Trust me. Trust me. Trust me." The exact same words that old, disgusting cockroach used last night. "Trust me." Brent shook his head. "It means nothing, he thought and went back to work.

By 4:30 it was already getting dark outside. Brent had finished cleaning up the last of his work and was putting on his coat when the desk phone rang. "Oh, shit," he thought as he picked up the receiver.

"Brent Long."

"Are you Roger's friend?" asked a female voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"Hi. My name is Victoria. Roger told me to call you. I'm your escort for the Halloween party."

For a moment Brent said nothing. The voice did sound rather interesting. It was soft, yet it had a deep huskiness about it that seemed overtly sexual. For some reason Brent could not understand, Victoria's voice seemed to raise a feeling of warmth inside him - maybe a wanting. He could not be sure.

"Well, that's nice, Victoria. I'm happy to hear from you."

"Nice to talk to you for a bit before the party too, Brent. Don't worry about picking me up. I'll see you at the party."

"Oh. I see. Good. Then I'll see you at the Roger's." Brent hung up the phone and picked up his briefcase. Oddly, that feeling of warmth still lingered inside him. He shook his head and walked out of the office.

On the way home he stopped at Quizznos for a subway sandwich. And later at home in the shower, he could not help but notice a tingling in his crotch when he remembered Victoria's voice on the phone.

Looking down at his somewhat inflated penis, he laughed, "Well, old friend. Tonight you just might get lucky."

Still dripping, Brent went into the bedroom. There on the bed was the box that awful little man, Travan, had given him. He opened it. Inside was a note.

  "Do not wear the cape. Bring it with you to the party and put it on there."

Brent shook his head again. "Why not wear it? Wrinkles, maybe?" he thought to himself.

Under the note was a very fine, silk, formal tuxedo jacket and pants. He pulled on the pants. How odd. They fit perfectly, just like Travan told him they would. Next he put on the stiffly starched shirt and bow tie. Again they were perfect, as if made especially for him. The jacket, as well, seemed tailor-made for him. He went to the mirror in the bathroom and looked at himself. 

"Wow," he thought. "I look the perfect vampire." Even his jet black hair seemed to have dried and smoothed itself down flat against his scalp. He thought he appeared the perfectly trimmed Bela Lagosi.

Brent checked his watch. His time was short. He threw the cape over his arm and went to the garage. He placed the cape on the passenger seat and started the car, backed out of the driveway and headed across town to Southeast Portland and Roger's party. All the while Victoria's voice seemed to echo inside his head.

Roger lived in the Lauralhurst neighborhood on the other side of town. The houses there were very old, built sometime in the '20s - some even earlier. But the homes were kept immaculate. The lawns and gardens were beautifully kept. Brent pulled into the circular driveway and parked. There were several other cars there already. He strode up to the massive front door and raised his hand to knock.

The door opened and Roger stood there as if waiting for him. "Come in, my friend." Then turning away in a loud voice, Roger said, "He's here. Our guest of honor." There came the sound of voices and laugher from deep inside.

Roger took Brent's arm and ushered him inside. "So, you spoke to Victoria this afternoon?"

"Yes. She called my office. She seemed quite nice. And what's this guest of honor crap?"

Roger turned his head to face Brent. "Nice? Yes. Well, you will see for yourself. And good. You brought the cape." Roger ignored Brent's last question entirely.

"Well. Yes. It's part of the costume. But why not wear it. Shall I put it on?"

Roger's face was suddenly hard. "No, Brent. Not yet." Brent could feel Roger's fingers tighten around his forearm. Then easing his grip, Roger said, "Welcome to our little club. The wearing of the cape is a...shall I say, ceremony. You will see in a few minutes."

Brent and Roger walked down a long hallway then entered a large room. The other guests were there waiting. As Brent entered the room, the others began to applaud.

"Friends, may I introduce, Mr. Brent Long."

The guests raised their glasses in welcome. Voices congratulated Brent and everyone seemed rather merry. Someone placed a crystal flute of champagne in Brent's hand.

While Brent watched, Roger raised his hand. The room became very quiet. With a wave, a fire burst forth in the great stone fireplace alone one wall and the lights dimmed.

"Now friends, the time has come."

As Brent looked around the room, All the men seemed to be wearing the same costume - black tuxedo, stiff white shirt. The whole nine yards. The one thing that was different was they wore their capes. "A great gathering of wannabe Dracula's," he thought. "How very funny." All the women were dressed in complimentary costumes of black flowing, wispy gowns, open at the neck line which plunged nearly to their navels. Each of the men and each of the women seemed to be in their prime and all were handsome and lovely.

One woman, her straight black hair down below her shoulders, stepped forward. "Victoria. We spoke on the phone," she said, holding out her hand.

Brent took the offered hand. "Charmed," he said. Brent just stared at her. Her face was absolutely lovely. When he said 'charmed,' he truly meant it more than he was ready to admit. In fact, he was more than charmed. If he had not known better he would have thought "smitten" would have been a better description. Victoria moved to his side holding his hand lightly.

The gathered guests began to chant, "Cape. Cape Cape."

Roger held up his hand. "Yes. It is time." Turning to Brent he smiled.

Victoria reached over and took Brent's cape by the collar and let the folded garment fall open to the floor. Then moving behind him, she placed it over his shoulders and fastened the tie at his throat.

The guests began to applaud and talk among themselves, their voices, low and whispered,

Brent looked around confused. "Okay. I'm wearing the cape. So what?" he thought. He turned his head toward Victoria. She face was upturned toward his.

Something happened. Without knowing, he bent down and kissed her on the lips. "God. What am I doing?" he wondered. To his surprise, Victoria's arms moved around his neck. She pressed her body to him. The two melted together for what seemed like an eternity. 

When they finally parted, the other guests were laughing and applauding. Brent thought he should feel embarrassed, but to his surprise, he only felt a strange hunger for Victoria. Sweet Victoria. Something about her was pulling him in, making him want her. It was more than just want her. It was a raging hunger that dominated his very being. 

Victoria took his arm and gently guided him back to the hallway. By then Brent was unaware of his surroundings. All he could see, think about was Victoria. He could still taste her on his lips. He could still feel her body pressed against his.

The couple came to a great curving stairway. Victoria lead him up, slowly, step by step, always holding his arm. Brent was acutely aware of everything around him as if seen from a dream world. Life had taken on the quality of a movie watch in a darkened theater. Intellectually he knew he was the actor in the leading role, but seemed to see everything from a point of view outside of himself. He watched the couple climb the stairs. He watched as they stopped at a landing and kissed frantically. He felt her as the actor's hands first caressed her breasts then crushed him with wanting.

In Brent's perception, the scene seemed to change. The couple were in a room dominated by a large, old canopy bed. Brent held Victoria in his arms. His lips pressed to hers while their tongues played a game of exploration. His hands grasped for her breasts. He could feel her hard nipples pressed against his palms and her thigh pressed between his legs rubbing against his swelling cock.

Next the feeling of hands pushing him backwards onto the big, old bed. The ancient bed seemed to engulf him as he sunk into the old goose down mattress. For just a moment Brent thought he could smell something old, musty. But then it was gone and his mind was engulfed in Victoria's body next to him.

"Love me, Brent Long. Love me forever," Brent heard Victoria whispering in his ear.

Brent's hand went to the cape's tie at his throat. "No. Leave the cape alone, my love," Victoria said out loud with earnest. "You will ruin everything." 

Brent stared into Victoria's face. Clearly there was urgency in her eyes. Those eyes. As Brent stared to became lost in those eyes. He had a sense of drowning in the deep dark pools of those eyes. He was aware of nothing else. Nothing mattered to him but those eyes. He did not even realize that except for the cape he was lying there nude with Victoria.

Then there was the sensation of a deep burning in his genitals. A feeling of hardness and throbbing. He opened his eyes to see Victoria, nude as he was, positioning herself over him. His eyes centered on her perfect breasts as her hand grasped his penis and guided it inside her.

A sudden coldness froze Brent. A coldness so intense he could not move. A coldness that could only be described as death. He could see Victoria's face is a hellish grin as she bounced up and down in the throes of sex. All the while she repeated over and over almost in a shriek, "Love me Brent. Love me tonight. Love me forever."

Finally came that moment when Victoria's entire body stiffened as her orgasm overtook her. Her mouth opened in a banshee scream as her vagina clamped hard around Brent's member, once, twice three times. Brent lost count.

Victoria stopped and looked down into Brent's face. "Now, my love. Now is the time." Victoria bent down still impaled on Brent's manhood. Her lips caressed Brent's neck. Her mouth opened and her fangs plunged deep into the artery in his neck. 

Brent was frozen, motionless as Victoria sucked the life out of him. His mind was filled with both the love he felt for this woman and his own immanent, cold death. He knew he was bound to her forever now. His life was hers for the taking.

Just as Victoria raised her head, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. Brent's own orgasm loosed a gush of his seed deep into her. Again and again he gushed. This was his last remembrance of the evening.

Much later, Brent awoke to find himself alone with Victoria in the same ancient bed. Even though the drapes were drawn he could tell it was morning and the sunlight was trying to stream in around the blocked windows.

"Oh, God. What time is it. I'll be late for work," he told himself. 

Victoria stirred and reached out an arm to encircle his shoulders. "No, my love. From now on you will only work at night," she smiled.

Brent eased back down on the old bed and thought to himself, "Yes. I will work tonight."

Even then, Brent could feel the pangs of hunger beginning to grow within him. From now on he knew his work would be different. He knew that together Brent and Victoria will go hunting to satisfy this new hunger after the sun went down tonight and every night from now on.



The Captain



"Good Evening, Gentlemen," the Captain began, "and welcome to our monthly meeting. I hope you have enjoyed the delicious food and wine which has been on offer to you," there was a smattering of applause, "and continue to enjoy the evening's entertainment." I had been in the Captain's employ for only a few days, but was beginning to understand the way his monthly gatherings worked. The day to day slog of working in his summer residence would leave my muscles sore and aching, but the monthly gatherings would leave me sore in entirely different places.

I had come to London as soon as it was declared safe after the end of the war and had been shocked at how different it looked in the years since I had been evacuated to south Wales. Now back in London, orphaned in the Blitz and at the same time losing my only sibling, I was back and boarding with an old friend of my mother's, Mrs Harrison. I had expressed an interest in gaining employment as soon as I could, but she was viciously adamant that I may not take up residence as a Music Hall performer. I had been taught to dance by some of the local girls in Pontypridd and was hoping to turn this to my career, but anyway, the dancing had given me a toned and flat stomach, even if my breasts and hips gave me a slightly fuller figure.

I met Rosie after about a week in London, at a little café not far from the boarding house; she too had aspirations of performing but had ended up working for a very wealthy retired Captain of the Royal Navy in the kitchens of his London townhouse. She was hoping to move with him to his summer residence in a few months time where there would be need for many more girls. I could, she offered, come with her and meet the house cook, if we got along this lady would have the influence to take me too. I quickly agreed, Rosie seemed lovely and fun and the offer of work, especially for a wealthy family, was just what I needed.

I was happy to be back in London, but was missing David, a local farming boy I had met in Wales. He was dashingly handsome, skin dark and weathered from his work outdoors, calloused hands and strong arms from the manual labour, eyes a deep, haunting brown. His family was poor, so he regularly wore hand- me- down shirts, worn at the elbows and patched at the hems. Despite this, I fell for him, his shy manner and soft accent. He had started courting me when the spring came, the nights lighter and neither of us due home 'til dark. When we met each other's families, we were permitted to take daytime trips to the seaside with other local youths, catching the last train home as one big, happy, sunburned crowd. Single dates were almost out of the question, but one night David called for me and took me back to the hay barn...

We had climbed up the rickety wooden ladder to the loft and were fooling around in the soft and itchy hay, kissing messily and holding each other with the urgency of innocence. He softly began to undo the little pearl buttons of my shirt, then tugged it off my shoulders. I responded by pulling his shirt tails from his trousers and lifting it off, right over his head. Our breathing now was deepening, learning the feel of our naked skin sliding over each other in the still heat of the night. I could feel his hardness pressing against me as he lay on top of me, and he began to rock backwards and forwards while we fumbled and kissed. I pulled back to look him in the eye, then reached for his belt buckle as his hand slid up, from the back of my knee, tickling the back of my thigh, then finding the top of my stocking. Our eyes locked, neither of us knowing the right way to proceed, but desperate to try and fill the aching need that had been growing in us all summer. He reached further, and met the apex of my thighs. My underwear was damp. He murmured something to me in Welsh, then found the edge of my panties and slid his fingers inside. I gasped, the coolness of his fingers meeting the immense heat and wet of my pussie, the feelings almost too intense for me to bear. His inexperienced fingers fumbled around, not sure what he was supposed to be feeling for, not knowing what would be pleasurable for me. The fingernail of his index finger scraped across my clitoris and I bit down on his shoulder, tasting his skin and sweat as I tried to control the scream I was holding back as I orgasmed. 

David took this as his signal to pull his long, thick penis from his trousers, and now being ever so careful with me, pushed the head against my moist opening. I felt deliciously stretched as he gently but firmly pushed himself inside me, then started to slowly rock backwards and forwards. The pressure inside started to build again, and the hay was still tickling my back and shoulders as he began to build up speed. I pushed back against his insistent thrusting and soon orgasmed again, this time feeling his thick cock inside me as shivers soared from my pussie all over my body.

I was young, but not naïve, and knew from living in the countryside how babies were made. David' thrusts grew shorter and I could see the tension in the muscles of his neck and back getting tense, he reared up taking his weight on his hands and dropped his head to kiss me. I took my chance to slide out from beneath him, and wriggled down to take his cock between my lips. Using my tongue around the very end of his penis seemed to send him over the edge, and I could taste both my own and his juices as he groaned through his orgasm.

Over the next few months, then years, David and I grew closer as our lovemaking became more passionate, then inevitably the passion changed to frustration, then discontent, then separation. We remained friends, it would have been hard not to in such a small and intimate community, but I was to remain untouched again until I returned to London.

After only a few weeks in London I was working in the same café I had first met Rosie. She was still employed by the Captain, but the summer season was fast approaching and I had an appointment to meet with the cook. On Rosie's suggestion I went in a rather fashionable outfit, the skirt maybe an inch shorter than what Mrs Harrison approved of, the neckline of my pale blue blouse skimming over my collarbone to reveal a little of the skin on my chest. Dainty shoes and a pearl necklace completed my new look.

My interview went smoothly and was rather uneventful; I was not invited to tour the townhouse but was given the address of the house in Buckinghamshire where I was to be employed for the summer on a little slip of paper, and told not to lose it. The other house girls would be travelling by train, and I would be welcome to join them. Cook was a wide woman, wearing conservative high necklines and long hems, but gave me a nod of approval when I arrived. She took stock of my appearance, and conducted the interview while preparing vegetables, it seemed, so she could view me from different angles. I got the impression early on that she would be fair but very firm with 'her girls', and expected high standards. I would be given one week to prove myself to her. If she was not impressed, I would have to return to London.

I chose to take some the girls, including Rosie, up on their offer to ride the train with them to the country residence, called Canterford. When we were all together it was easy to spot the similarities between all twenty three of us who were travelling together. Our number consisted of redheads, blondes and brunettes, like me, but we were mostly of a similar age, height and build. Small waists, curvy bottoms and hips and nice round breasts. We too shared a common interest for the latest fashions and all dressed on the verge of risqué. I would soon see why.

The girls' quarters were at the very top of the four story country estate mansion. I was in awe when I arrived, but learned within a matter of hours that the key to servitude is invisibility. We had our own staircases, dining areas, bathing areas and, of course, sleeping quarters, where all of us shared one large attic room which spanned the whole of the top of the house. At least we all had our own bed. Not, I would soon learn, this made much difference. 

The most experienced girl there was Marie, she was now in her third year at Canterford. In her three years, we were to learn during a very female gossip on the first night, had fucked all four stable boys, once at the same time, both serving boys and the driver. She also had made love with some of the female members of staff, but would respect our decision if we did not want to be the next notch on her bedpost. But most came round and did before the end of the summer. Some of the girls were deeply shocked at this, the shining red faces were beacons for the virgins in the room. Me, not so much. Lesbianism was not rife, but I was aware of the concept, and though it was not common I certainly wasn't going to run screaming at the idea. Added to this the growing lust I had been experiencing since leaving Wales, and the possibility of making love with another woman, especially one so open and loving as Marie, I thought I might be the first person to take her up on her offer.

But it wasn't to be. As soon as the lights were out, the cute redheaded girl from the train, Anna, I thought her name might be, but I wasn't sure, was in Marie's bed. And due to the location of it- right under the window, we could see everything, if we wanted to, due to the moonlight coming in through the thin curtains. Despite my frustration of being beaten to Marie's bed, I shamelessly watched as the elder girl drew off Anna's nightdress, revealing her luminously pale skin dotted with freckles. Her breasts were full and topped by the sweetest looking nipples. I'm sure I was not the only one watching the growing lust between the two women, but I was the only one to make my interest known. Being in the next bed to Marie I just propped my head up on my elbow, rolling over onto my right side and letting my left hand fall down between my legs. Marie noticed my watching her and winked at me, rather surreptitiously. 

I was happy to sit back and watch as Marie teased Anna's nipples with her knuckles, rubbing her thumb over them until they stood up in pretty pink peaks. Then she bent her head and, one at a time, licked with the tip of her tongue over and around so that I could see the shine in the moonlight. Anna's face was twisted in pleasure, and she held Marie's head to her breasts, encouraging her to lick deeper and suck harder. Marie smiled and rubbed her nose between her breasts, inhaling the scent of the younger woman.

Marie could sense Anna's need, and her head moved lower to begin to lick and suck at her pussie. Anna's groans of pleasure, although stifled, were clearly audible to me and my fingers slipped around in my own juicy wetness. I was close to climax as I watched Marie's tongue slip in and out of Anna's vagina, tasting her juices and enjoying the smell of her arousal. When she slipped two fingers delicately into her and began to pump gently, mimicking the movement of a cock in her pussie I couldn't hold back any more, and smothering my face in my pillow, I came hard.

***

Michael was one of the stable boys. He had the scrawny look of adolescence, almost as if he had grew too fast for his body to catch up with his eighteen years. But he had deep blue eyes and fair hair, and his skinny looks were deceiving from his real strength, which he was displaying rather well as he bent me over a low wall on the edge of the grounds and fucked me hard from behind. After my disappointment the night before at only being voyeur and not participant in the wild affair which was developing between Marie and the whole household staff, I had gone out seeking action with one of the lads Marie had mentioned earlier in the evening. Michael was just what I had been seeking; someone my own age, well, sort of, fit, healthy and energetic. I gave him a few sweet, doe eyed looks and he was lapping out of the palm of my hand. He had offered to give me a tour of the grounds, and had shown me the impressive gardens and stables, the smell of hay only making me pine for a lover even more. We wandered together, gradually getting closer and allowing our hands to brush against each other. He lead me further away from the house and closer to the edge of the property, where I found the wall and backed up against it. Undoing the little buttons down the front of my dress, I looked at him through heavy eyelids, offering myself to him, my throat, my skin, my breasts. He took me up on that offer. Crossing to me in three long strides, his hands were at my waist and lips sucking and pulling at my nipples, forcing me to groan with desire. Michael roughly pushed up the hem of my dress to finger the dampness of my panties, then tickled one finger inside to test my wetness. Satisfied, he turned me over, my hands resting on the wall as he pulled my underwear down and thrust into me, bruising my hips with the strength of his fingers. It was to be a rough, dirty, messy experience, Michael frequently showering my bottom and thighs with smacks and caresses, rubbing at my bottom hole with his thumb and reaching around with his other hand to gently tickle my clitoris. I orgasmed quickly, calling out his name. Michael reached up to pinch and pull at my nipples, then withdrew as he came all over my pink, sore bottom. 

"Mmm," I groaned, as I attempted to rearrange my clothes and hair to make it less obvious what we had been up to.

"Hey, don't worry." Michael reassured me, and tucked a few loose strands of my hair behind my ears. In a lovely, innocent gesture he took my hand as we walked together back towards the main house looking like nothing more than friendly children enjoying an early summer evening's stroll.

***

And so, back to the evening in which my story began, while the Captain was making his speech. The drapes on the walls of the dining room were a rich, deep red and the tables at which the gentlemen were sat were covered with beautiful table linen and the finest china and silverware. The luxurious white candles were burning low in the table candelabras casting a ghostly glow and long shadows on the floor. It was in this room that we had all been taken earlier in the night, the girls, myself included, had been standing at the sides all evening, providing the distinguished gentlemen with 'live art'. We had all been stripped of our clothing and provided with beautiful masquerade masks to wear, some of us (myself not included) also given long strips of beautiful cloths to arrange over our naked bodies. I, like Rosie and Marie, was naked apart from my mask and a pair of stunning gold shoes.

After the Captain's rousing speech and thanking of his guests, the attention of the evening was turned away from fine food and finer wine, and towards the young women of the room. Spanking, it seemed, was to be the order of the evening. Marie had prepared us slightly for what was to come, but the actual activity of spanking was still a little unnerving. Marie was obviously a favourite of the Captain's, as he summoned her to the top table and his side with little more than a nod of his head in her direction. Marie, ever obedient, moved delicately and ethereally through the tables towards him. The Captain is a sturdy gentleman who has kept in considerably fine shape since his retirement from the military. So when he took hold of Marie's small waist and bent her over his lap, she could do little but comply with his firm hand.

The Captain seemed to have a whisper of a smile skirting his face as Marie went over his lap, and, after taking a reassuring sip of his Bordeaux he proceeded to lay firm smacks across Marie's upturned bottom. Her little squeaks and squeals of delight and pain caused the gentlemen in the room to break into unanimous applause, and this seemed to be the cue to us girls to begin to mingle among the tables.

Some of the gentlemen obviously had their favourites and summoned one or two of the more experienced girls to their table. Others would stop a girl as she passed and examined her bottom or maybe her breasts with a lick or a fondle then, if approving, pull her forward or reject her with a dismissive hand.

Walking around that room was like being in another universe. It was warm, and the heady scent of good wine and heavy arousal made my walk loose, sensual and sexual. I was not at all daunted by the debauchery I was witnessing, it was sex, pure and simple, not all that different to what Marie shared with the other girls, or what I had done with David or Michael. 

A large set, bearded man stopped me as I passed by his table and caught me by my waist. Easily lifting me, he set me down on the edge of his table and arranged my legs either side of his body.

"Aren't you a fine little thing?" he asked me. "Hmm, smooth legs, firm thighs and stomach, and look at these lovely things," while tweaking my nipples. "I wonder what I'll find down here," and he trailed a finger to down between my open thighs. 

"Is she wet?" another man at the table asked, leaning over to get a better look at the soft hairs of my pussie.

"Soaking." Came the reply. The gentleman used two of his fingers to prod and probe between my pussie lips, testing my wetness and compliance. My response was to lift my legs and arrange one ankle over each of his shoulders.

"She's a feisty one!" someone exclaimed, and I just dropped my head back as the bearded man bent his head to lick at my wetness.

"What does she taste like, Marston?" 

"Mmm, sweet, tangy, a little salty. Delicious." His head went back down for another taste. 

"Are you going to share her?" 

"I might. Hang on a moment, she is gorgeous."

Throughout this exchange I had been getting more and more excited, the gentleman obviously knew what he was doing with his tongue and it took all my self control to not to wriggle my bottom around on the table.

"Come on Marston," another voice implored, "You can't expect to keep a girl like her to yourself."

"If you insist." And he released some catch under the table I had neither seen nor knew of, and suddenly the top of the table moved round, then was stopped by the guest to Marston's left. This gentleman, the first who had insisted I was shared by all six on the table, bent his head and took his job of tasting my wetness. To try and encourage more of my juices he slipped a finger or two inside me and began to gently massage my love channel. I knew that I would not last long while he continued to do this, and managed to gasp "I think I'm going to come" before I screamed my pleasure to the room.

The other four men at the table had found other girls to keep them amused and I could see four very pink bottoms being displayed, one of whose I think may have been Rosie's. While these men had been watching me take my pleasure, they had been exacting theirs on some of the other girls, and they seemed to be enjoying it. Gasping still from the exertion of my recent orgasm I looked around the room to one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen, or even dreamt of.

There must have been about thirty men in the room. Not many, considering the luxury and extravagance of the evening, and it had seemed to me to be many more; but this must have been due to the presence of us girls, which made the numbers up to about seventy five.

Every man was now being attended to by at least one woman; some girls were on their knees under the table and sucking and slurping like at an ice cream on the erect penises presented to them, around half of the girls were being spanked- this was obviously a favourite and much repeated pleasure of the gentlemen present, and I saw Anna on the lap of a younger gentleman with a short and ferocious haircut (obviously serving military), she was facing him and straddling his lap, bobbing up and down on a monstrously huge penis. 




The Captain



Now Marston's friend had finished with me another girl I didn't know quickly came over to take my place. I cannot blame her- the man was a connoisseur of licking pussie. I looked back to Marston who winked at me, then gestured for me to lay across his lap. Assuming the position he checked to make sure I was comfortable, then began to lay firm, hard slaps across my bottom cheeks. It hurt! I gasped and squeaked, sounds I had presumed were noises of pleasure but was quickly learning were of pain. I heard his soft chuckle as he increased the pace and frequency of the slaps. As my bottom warmed the most interesting sensation occurred to me, it was starting to feel good. Tingles of pleasure were radiating out from his palm and all over my bottom, between my thighs and most definitely towards my bottom hole. 

"See, you little minx, you like it, I knew you would," he murmured. He stopped, and I twisted my head to see what on earth could be coming next.

Marston reached over the leftover dinner paraphernalia for the butter dish and smeared some up with his finger. I must have looked at him quizzically, because he lay a reassuring hand on the back of my head, returning me to my proper position. Spreading my bottom cheeks, he started to oil my bottom hole with the greasy butter, then slid a finger inside my darkest opening.

So many sensations flooded my body at once; fear, disgust, shame, intrigue, and intense, intense arousal. Working another finger into my aperture, I started to enjoy the pumping of his fingers inside me that way, and wanted more and more. I found Marston's pressure on my head almost loving, but controlling. He was completely in charge of me, of my pleasure, of my pain, my body, and I loved it. Suddenly, his fingers withdrew, and his hand found mine to pull me to standing.

Confused, I tried to ask all my questions in one look, while remembering my place in the household. "Will you come with me?" he asked. I could not possibly know what would come next, where he would take me or what would lie in store for me when we got there. But this tall, dark, strong and powerful man had me under some kind of spell, one I could only attribute to sex, and there was little I could do to resist him. 

"Of course," I answered, and putting my hand in his, he lead me out of the room.



The Captain



You don't have to read this part. It's just for those of you who decide to keep track of me.

There is always a certain part in writing for me where it just feels awkward to type while I'm explaining the world I'm creating. Any tips from the pros to help get rid of that feeling?

  First of all I know that the world didn't always have pirates but this is fiction. So deal with it. :P Anyways, I would warn you like always that this story is starting out slowly like all stories should before they start to build but I'm hoping to move this one along quickly and I only have one other story up currently, that I am indeed planning on redoing so I can work on the content a bit. Unfortunately I kept switching back and forth between first and third person. I'm used to third person which is why is why it was so difficult. Even then I got quite a few views on it, which surprised me since I'm just starting out and I would like to thank you for that.

Secondly I'm sorry it took so long to come out with something new I just haven't felt any muse for any stories recently. Most of you won't read this but for those of you who would like to see my apology, here it is. I'm sorry, so sincerely sorry. And if I fuck up any sentence in this I'm apologize even more. That's all so for now...Enjoy. :D

Chapter one.

"Had he always been a pirate? No, not always. In fact before he was a pirate he was a knight. A damn good one too. He knew his manners, his respect, his fighting, and even knew his wars. He knew when to throw his cloak over the mud for a woman, when to bow to a lady, when to let a woman smack him for anything he did wrong, and even when to fuck his spoils of war like there was no tomorrow. For most knights, there wasn't. Hell he remembered one specific war, his Virg or virgin, first war, where they overtook their own kingdom. There was no fight like that. No other war he had been in had been so easy. In a normal fight you had to move quickly, keeping your eyes open to see the next blade. In his own kingdom he had every second in the world to breathe, knowing exactly how his friends would swing a blade and what limb they would try to take.

It had been easy but he had been sent off to be raised as a knight before he even got old enough to remember his mother or father. Which meant he knew how to kill a man, distasteful as it was, he could still do it.

Once they had taken their own kingdom the one man who had been leading them, a power hungry knight with a deep thirst for lust and blood,slew the king and took the queen for himself, and used her like one of the whores that walked the streets, looking for the next mark to try and get to money out of or fuck. Then once the knight was done with her he passed her along to the entire army that followed behind him. Cross was probably the only knight to not take a shot at fucking her. Not over some star-struck love for her or any other girl. He would've loved to show that bitch some karma, but he didn't want the messy leftovers of a thousand other knights.

Now don't get him wrong. If he wanted to be Cross could be a complete asshole, he hated to be one though. A dirty blonde knight with incredibly messy hair, deep blue eyes, tall, proud standing shoulder that looked like they could bear the problems of the world, athletic build, a smile that could melt an iceberg, and a member measuring around eight or seven inches. Unfortunately he was often an asshole though, because he was forced to be. Not in a literal sense more of a feeling to be forced. He couldn't trust anyone, not after he lost his knighthood.

He didn't want to lose it, in fact he might not have lost his knighthood if his new lord hadn't been so lustful. He was given away in exchange for some redhead virgin princess, by the name of Pardeya. Once he had been taken in by his new king, 'the great conqueror, Michael', the pirates bloodline was discovered and he was named a bastard half-druid and stripped of his title, land, and fortune. Now declared a warlock he was tossed into jail and set up for execution.

His old lord was not happy to hear about this, but neither was the new king, Michael. The new king had been set up in a deal and the old lord had been given a girl to fuck a couple times while one of his knight was sent to death. The old lord, loving the rush from ripping his blade through his enemies, went to war before his reputation was ruined. Of course the pirate expected the bloodthirsty lord to take down the king even before the trade, but he was expecting it happen later on. So he waited for two days and nights until he heard the sounds of drums from miles away and felt the ground shake beneath his feet.

Even more unfortunate that no matter what happened, he was convicted, which meant any other Lord or King would have right to hang him on sight. So when the last guard passed his cell to help in the fight, the hand of pirate shot out from the iron bars of the dungeon, slamming the guard against the cell and bringing the knuckles of his right fist swiftly to the trachea of the guard. Ignoring the audible snap, he slipped the key ring off the belt of the guard and unlocked his cell, tossing the keys into another room so the prisoners could let themselves out, cause a distraction. From there it was simple, take a sword off a dead body and fight his way out the backdoor, leaving it open for a certain lord. Now the pirate wasn't discreet either. He wanted the Lord to know who helped him, so when those massive gates opened a giant cross light up the walls on each side of the open gates. That's when he took to the road in search of a new journey."

"So?..." A high pitched female voice spoke up suddenly. "Did he find a one? A new journey?" a soft blue hand slid down the firm, brown tunic covered chest of man and slipped under the waistband of the brown pants that covered that mans lower half, fishing for his member.

"Well..." That same man grinned and turned to face the blue dark elf on his left knee as she wrapped her soft fingers around his cock. "That was a couple years ago...and a regular druid doesn't stop maturing till 148 years old. A half-druid stops at thirty-two. Last I heard his dick was around nine or nine and a half inches long, maybe six inches around, he found a good local bar, and started signing up to do some work for every pirate ship that stopped by that bar, and he was just eighteen. Already gaining a name as one of the good democrats of the sea."

"A REAL druid...wow...Know where I could find him?" Another high pitched female voice spoke up, this one was much softer than the previous. The man leaned his head back and got a good look at the two girls on his lap. The dark elf on his left had no difficulty staying on his knee, her plump derriere taking up enough space to keep her balanced on his knee. Her breasts didn't throw her off balance either, though they were definitely a nice size. If he knew the measurements of bras he would have to guess a b cup at least. Long silver hair and matching eyes with soft purple lips and a smooth unblemished body. Long seductive legs like the bronzed woman across from her along with smooth slender arms and a slim stomach. Low shoulders, again like the woman across from her. And of course a sweet smile to add a touch of cuteness to make the dicks of men all around twitch and harden at the sight of her, instantly intoxicated with the sweet smell of rain and fruit.

Her drunk associate had a lot in common, except her ass wasn't so massive. Her breast were and they weren't helping in her drunken daze as she swung all over the place, giggling stupidly and pressing the stupidly huge jugs against him. She on the other hand rank of pussy juice and alcohol and rubbed against him like her customers hadn't fucked her like the whore she was in months, or possibly since she first started. Working with a dark elf she was probably some nympho that refused to sleep with her own kind, humans. Halfies were okay, but humans weren't enough to please her. And if a tight human hadn't been fucked by something other than human in a while then it probably meant she squirted, like almost every other human girl. The copious amount of fluid from a squirter was like acid to anything non-human. Halfies were fine, again but rare. Especially half-druids, since druids were being hunted. It was a risk for most to fuck a human girl so most got a taste of a real fuck before they were left wanting for...years. The way her nipples poked into him, he guessed she was probably one of them. Only one way to tell. The man lifted the light blonde hair of the human sitting on his lap to find the mark of a human Squirter on the back of her neck, a simple circle to warn anything that is feeling a bit on the horny side. In an instant the attitude of the drunk girl changed, thinking she had lost another mark.

"No no no...Please..." The tiny bronze hand of the blonde on his right knee grasped desperately at his hardening dick as she roughly pressed her massive breasts against him. If he had to guess a size he would have to say somewhere around a DDD. Two whores holding his dick and numerous ones sitting around, giggling at his story at the events that were happening before them. The man stared at the little girl on his lap and sighed. Even with her tan he could still notice the freckles that spotted her body. "I'll do anything...just please..." He could hear the pleading in your voice. What to do, what to do? A hand around each of their backs to help hold them up. Then he got an idea. He turned away from the blonde BEGGING for his attention, ignoring her completely for now.

"That druid you were asking about? Yeah....I know where you can find him..." He grinned at her as the dark elf slowly stroked him to get the answer out. "It's half-druid, and it's me." He grinned at her, hearing the gasp come from the blond on his right knee as she picked up the pace on grinding her heated pussy against his thigh, his pants obviously stained from the attention she was trying to get, the other side matching from the dark elf. From the look on the dark elf's face he could see she had been expecting that answer. The ex-knight turned back to the blonde and grinned. "You said anything?" A short nod was his only reply. "Well...I'm out of money."

The dark elf opened her mouth to say something only to be interrupted by her business partner. "Free. All services. Free. Please...Just please..." He grinned at the two of the girls in their birthday suits on his lap. Naked as the day they were born and he wasn't sure how much longer he could just sit around and tell stories. He was going to have to speed this up.

"Well even then I'm still going to be dirt poor." He stared hard back into the blondes eyes as she groaned loudly trying to stop herself.

"We'll pay you...just...Uh..." Gods she was going at his thigh like a jackrabbit, her partner must've just decided to give up.

"And uh...I get to finish too." This time the dark elf tried to speak up again but her blonde partner was in a hurry.

"FINE!" The blonde shouted, scaring everyone else in the bar. Most male druids didn't get to finish off because of how long they lasted. The average human girl would literally die of pleasure before a male druid could even come close. Or so it was rumored. Of course he was good, but that rumor was just a rumor and he rarely got to finish. He was often left blue-balling.

"Barkeep. I'm going t-" He started only to get interrupted by the owner of the bar, a werewolf who managed to stand the pirate who was almost always at her bar. A semi-celibate werewolf too. Only semi because she gets a bit fidgety around a certain time of the month and it wasn't cause she was female, well..It sort of was but not the main reason. She'd be fully celibate if she hadn't been bitten when she was sixteen. Now she was half wolf and bucking like a horse for the three days before every full moon. Carelyn, the bartender, wasn't like the whores who circulated her bar though. She was always slim, small perky tits, long legs, firm ass and of course a toned stomach. He had to admit, she always looked good. Except for when she got downright furry.

"Going to need a room." He watched as the Werewolf eyed him from across the room, her hand spinning the rag in her hand to try and dry the mug that had been used by the blonde on his lap. Even from here he could still see the eyes of the dog she had been only the night before, and they looked hungry. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried she wasn't going to give any up, she only did when she couldn't help it. But he knew her and knew she was feeling frisky which meant he could enjoy a little bit of her before she began to flat out refuse him. First...to get anything out of her, he needed to make her jealous.

Turning his head to his right he leaned forward and passionately met the lips of the horny blonde that had been desperately fucking his thigh for release. The second his lips touched hers though, she began to spray, coating his thigh in her juices and quickly making a puddle on the floor below. At that, every single horny woman in the bar groaned in need of release and the blonde began to shake, still squirting all over his right leg and clenching her hand over his now rock hard member. Gods, he wasn't going to be able to take much more of this either. The pirate raised hand to her cheek to pull her closer as he deepened the kiss, nibbling on her lower lip before rolling his tongue across the now sensitive area. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed the bartender slowly put down the cup she had been drying and lean against the bar, slowly shifting her balance from one leg to the other. If he had to guess he would probably say she was trying to cause some friction between her thighs. Yeah, she was definitley getting jealous. She wasn't the only one. The dark elf on his left knee had leaned in close to press her tits against him as well, her hand still stroking the length of his member before she pulled him away from her coworker so she could test him out.

The dazed mind of the pirate Cross turned to slowly comprehend the figure of the deep blue woman on his left just before she slid her fingers through his curly hair and pulled him to her purple lips, her tongue parting his lips to taste him. Oh how he loved this bar. Sure the days were slow and left him bored most of the time but the traffic that came through once a week was amazing. There were always new girls showing up every day and it was magnificent and because of how far off the map they were he didn't have to worry that much about any STD's. If he did land one all he had to do was go into town and head to the temple to pray a bit. The priestess were incredibly happy whenever he visited and were proud to help him. His right arm pulled the blonde closer to him to make sure she wouldn't fall off his lap and his left slid around to the steaming hole pressed tightly against his left thigh.

But he couldn't leave just one squirting. The pirate groaned softly into the whores mouth as she suckled lightly on the tip of his tongue and he slowly inserted his middle and ring finger on his left hand into the inflamed, wet pussy on his left, curling the two fingers upwards and slowly rubbing around until he found the sponge-like spot inside her. From there it was easy. First a a slow stroking motion with the two finger backs to his palm, the small g-spot quickly hardening at his touch, before picking up the pace a bit. Normally he would have been slightly worried that he didn't have his other hand to put between her navel and clit to add more pressure but she did that herself, placing a hand there out of surprise and crying out loudly into his lips. Once she started to buck against his hand he quickly moved to a soft patting motion, just quickly tapping the spot with the two fingers.

"AH!" The kiss was broken as she bucked harder against his hand, soaking it in juices as she was nearly to the peak of her pleasure. He smirked at her as the g-spot hardened up more and she cried out. "I'M GONNA P-" She began to shriek at him before he leaned in closer to her ear and whispered quickly to her.

"You're not gonna piss. You're going to cum. Your going shake and squirm as you soak my hand in juices, leaving my fingers dripping with your cum. And I can't wait." He urged her on with simple words as he quickly began to jerk his hand against the hardened spot inside her, keeping rhythm to the bucking motion she was making. He didn't whisper quietly either but it was raspy enough to make it sound like it, sound...intimate. Just like that the dark elf began to vibrate and drip like a waterfall all over the pirates hand, her eyes rolling back into her head as the pirate opened his mouth and slowly licked her earlobe as he continued jerking for a couple seconds before stopping completely while she continued with her high. Instead of moving, he simply sat there, the two fingers that were inside the elf were pressed tightly against the sponge-like area to keep her going as long as possible. A small squeak on his right broke his concentration as the blonde finally stopped coming and passed out on his shoulder, a squeak escaping her lips whenever she exhaled.

A grin. That is what sat on the pirates smug face as he turned his attention to the owner of the bar staring at him with an open mouth, her jaw dropped at the display of carnal desire before her. She wasn't the only one, every whore around him had the same look. Getting a virgin to cum was easy, once she got passed the pain, but getting a used whore to cum like that? He may have seemed a tad impressive.

Cross's eyes hardened on brown eyes of the barmaid staring at him while his other thigh was slowly soaked in the juices of a slut as well. He didn't break that gaze for a couple minutes, simply waiting while she slowly broke under his stare while his eyes burned into her soul. He didn't have to look away from her eyes. He knew everything that was happening to her. The small clitoris between her legs had become so swelled with blood that she shivered at each movement, the small bud bumping against her dress whenever she breathed or moved. The nipples at her chest were in the same predicament, well worse actually, they were becoming even more sensitive than the bud near her womanhood. Her perky tits had been squished into the tight dress he had picked out for her and the state of the peaks of her tits were visible through the tight dress. To put it simply, she dripping wet, squirming like a prostitute, and in desperate need of a thick dick. Even more simple, she was horny as hell. The lustful feeling that had filled her was literally that of a bitch in heat which meant she wanted to be mounted and fucked for days. She wanted to put out the light lantern outside that said they were open and be bent over the bar that she had paid for. If it had been a couple days earlier, Cross would've complied except for the fact that she didn't want to risk changing without a full moon.

It was possible without the moon it just needed something strong to fuel it. Like lust, or anger. If it happened while they were making love then he could end up as a druid casserole. So she only allowed sex or anger to get through to her three days before the full moon. For the rest of the time Cross spent all the time he had trying to help her gather up as much sexual frustration as possible. If it started to get too bad he had to knock her out. From the lustful look she was giving him back he was slightly worried she was going to start fucking one of the ale bottles if she had too. He didn't have to worry as much after a full moon but there were still risks. When she did change they usually had her locked down in the basement. A complete stone room with a couple feet of stone all around to keep her in.

If she got out then hunters would be after her again and they would have to move. Hunters had been after her before, after all she had her own past, but she had luckily managed to escape them before, barely convincing them that she had gone southward back towards her home in Neth but she couldn't have gone back. Now, he was here to help her whenever she needed it. He actually liked this barmaid, she wasn't some bitch, she was feisty sure but she was nice when she wanted to be. If some awkward virgin kid came in with money for a drink or a girl, she'd pay for the girl just for the boy. It was pretty obvious when someone was faking it though, and sad. He remembered once where some idiot came in demanding that she pay for a couple whore for him and his friends and some free drinks. The boy left with a hole in his hand and she spent the next few minutes cleaning up a red knife and a laughing pirate.




The Captain



"AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Another scream broke his concentration as the Elf on his knee finally came down from her orgasm and collapsed against him. He finally broke the stare with the bartender and looked over at the elf.

"I thought we had a deal..." Cross sat there with an annoyed look on his face. Now he was going to be left blue-balled agai- The pirate turned and looked at the crowd of prostitutes that had just watched everything that happened and a grin formed on his face. "Ladies...It looks like you have an unhappy customer on your hands. I was promised a free deal and the chance to get off. The two that promised me this are now unconscious." A lot of the women caught on almost immediately. He continued for those that didn't. "Perhaps you ladies can help me out?" He gestured to the bulge in his pants and grinned. "Someone get the key to the room while I carry these two up there. I'll be ready in a moment. The loud patter of feet, rushing to the bar then up the stairs on the far left wall when entering the front door, filled the room, drowning out any other noise in the bar.

Very carefully, Cross hoisted the elf off of his shoulder and, with extreme difficulty, tried to set her down in the closest chair. The pirate was sure he was going to drop her and she was going to end up with a bruise on her head until the barmaid stepped in to help him.

"You do remember you are mortal right?" The motherly voice of the barmaid hit his ears as he turned to her to try and find out what she was talking about. He watched as the lovely woman gestured to the staircase where he was heading. Cross let out a small laugh as he lifted the blonde onto his right shoulder.

"Worst case scenario, I pass out and they fuck an unconscious man." He replied. She raised an eyebrow at him as if asking if he was serious and he waved it off with his hand. "Don't worry, Cassie. I'll be fine." A short giggle could be heard from up the stairs before one of the girls shouted 'Hurry up!' and he scoffed turning to the stairs for a second before looking back at Cassandra Corner. It was customary for someone to be named after their job or business. Her bar was named 'The Four Corners' and Cassandra Barmaid just didn't sound as good. "I think I'll be a bit better than fine." He commented on the situation upstairs and heard a couple more giggles from the room. He turned and began to carry the blonde up the brown wooden stairs, the wood creaking under the weight of the two people under his feet.

Once he was up the stairs he was welcome to the sight of another naked whore standing in the hallway beckoning him forward. It was a small hallway but big enough for at least three people to stand shoulder to shoulder before it was too crowded so he had no problem carrying the blonde to the room and setting her down on the bed while a dozen pairs of hands grasped at him trying to pull him in each direction. Once the ex-knight managed to push out of the room he turned around and lifted a finger, mouthing the words 'one more second'. Thankfully the drunk women found the right room, it wasn't that hard though since there were about five doors so there was some good news.

The knight made his way back down the stairs to find Cassie with her back to him, staring at the elf with her forefinger in her mouth, deep in thought. No, not staring at the elf just spacing out. Spacing out was good, he could catch her offguard and not worry about being ripped apart. Cross stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist before leaning in and catching her lips with his own when she looked to see who it was. It was a short kiss but a kiss nonetheless. But then he had to pull away and moved to pick up the elf, forcing himself to ignore the loud sigh from Cassie. The ex-knight often hated himself whenever he did that. He knew it was like sticking a dagger in her but he had to do it. He didn't want to leave her without anything from him and he certainly tried to say a lot to her when that time of the month came around. Well, say a lot in a theoretical sense. Actions spoke better than words, right?

"Be careful, Michael Cross." The pirate felt a small finger touch his shoulder for a second before he took a step up the stair and looked back at her.

"You worry too much." He smirked at her before continuing up the stairs to the bedroom full of naked, horny women that awaited him. "MY MIGHTY SWORD NEEDS A SHEATH! WHO IS FIRST?" Michaels mocking shout could be heard down even in the basement, causing laughs and giggles from everyone in the building as he closed the door to his room behind him for the night.

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(Quick note: I seriously apologize for not doing this scene but I felt that the story would be much better if it was skipped. Besides...This leaves the entire part up for your own personal imagination. ;) If you feel like doing the scene yourself just comment below with the link. I don't really check my email all that often but I would like to read other versions.)

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A soft group of giggles filled the room as Michael slept on the uncomfortable wooden floor of the rentable room in the bar. They definitely had reason to laugh. It was over a little game that Michael didn't know about, yet.

"Go deeper..." A familiar voice whispered to another before gasps filled the room, shaking Michael enough to let him slowly climb out of the sleepy daze that had pulled him down. 

"By the gods..." One of them said. 

"That is just ridiculous." Another commented.

"Wow..." Someone else spoke. What was going on? The ex-knight slowly came back into the conscious world regaining feeling and sense about everything around him before he felt it. Wet. His thighs were still soaked and the cold air hit his wet muscled thighs sending goosebumps along his skin. 

"He's cold." Someone else gasped as they noticed the goosebumps dancing across him. "Help me keep him warm." More feeling came back to him as soon as he felt two incredibly warm beings cover his legs. Then he slowly started to comprehend feeling in his manhood and a loud groan escaped from his sleepy lips causing another wave of giggles.

"Harder..." The first voice spoke up again and he felt a small finger tracing patterns on his chest. Another groan escaped him causing even more giggles and he slowly made out a wet feeling covering the entirety of his dick. This feeling was different from the one on his thighs though, it was actually warm and tight. "He's waking up." That same voice spoke again. "I've got an idea."

The sound of feet shuffling awkwardly filled Michaels ear before he felt another person on top of him. What was happenin- His thoughts were interrupted again as he felt the soft, wet, warm lips of a woman pressed tightly against his. The kiss was held like that for only a couple of seconds until the woman deepened it, pressing her tongue against his closed mouth to try and help deepen it. That was what finally did it. Just like that Michael slowly press his lips back against hers, opening his mouth, his tongue lashing out at hers. The elf? That would explain why he recognized her voice more than anyone elses. She tasted like the elf but it was his first dark elf so he didn't know if they all tasted the same to him.

Unfortunately Michael had to pull away, to groan loudly again, from the kiss as the warm sheath tightened around his cock. His head shot backwards as he cried out giving the elf the perfect chance to attack his neck with her gracious kisses, bringing more noises from the pirate. Gods this was getting ridiculous. Michaels hand lifted slowly to the back of the elfs head, holding her in place as she continued to nibble and kiss at the skin on his neck, while he turned slightly to see what it was that was bringing him closer and closer to emptying the boys that sat between his legs. It wasn't easy to find the blonde human impressively deep throating his manhood since she had been hidden behind the plump rear end of the dark elf that was currently above him and her hands and knees. Hell the knight literally had to lift up the Elf before he could see the upturned eyes and extended lips of the blonde whore who had decided to swallow his member. Gods his dick ached for release but this tight mouth wasn't enough to get him off. Slowly, Michael set the elf back down on top of him and stuck his forefinger and middle finger into her damp pussy, spreading the lips of the sluts womanhood to get her ready before she pulled away and reached around behind her to stop his hand.

"You druids definitely have great stamina and recovery time but we're too sore, darling, sorry." A small growl escaped the ex-knight as he sat up, pressing his chest against her and attacking her neck back, ready to take her without her permission. Get him hard like this and leave him be? Hell no. His fingers forced their way deeper into her, pressing tightly against her g-spot to get her wet enough for him and bringing a loud gasp then moan from the elf as she tried desperately to push away. He had his heart set on raping the elf until she lost her mind and screamed for his dick over and over again but the blonde had other intentions. Michael mouth opened, releasing the elf's neck from his lips as he let out another groan when the human tightened her lips around his dick and involutarily making him flex the big member inside her throat, causing her to gag slightly.

"It looks like someone is ready for more." The pirate carelessly pulled his fingers out of the elfs pussy, his fingers dripping with her juice, before pushing the blue bitch off of his lap. Slowly the upturned eyes of the blonde woman rolled back into sight and locked onto the eyes of the half-druid, his dick flexing again from the lustful look she gave. Her gag was the last thing everyone in the room heard before the usually chivarlous man changed for the next half hour. It was like a trigger to a different side of the pirate.

Another low growl escaped the knight as his hand closed around the long blonde hair of the human and slowly pulled her mouth off of his manhood, a long rope of saliva being the only thing to connect her lips to his dick as he lifted her to her knees by her hair. A painful gasp escaped her as he lifted her, his eyes watching as the rope finally broke and landed on the massive tits that were her chest. There were still some things about him that could be related back to the time when he fought for the lord. He had a darker side to him than his normal self and it often showed during times of annoyance or anger. He wasn't the only one like that. His ex-lord had been permanetly dark. Rumor had it he had seen so much blood and gore that it had it had stained his mind, making permanently lust for blood. Other rumors had it that he killed so much that his black soul had just burned away. Cross who had known the lord personally just tagged the man as cruel the second he met him, but he was smarter than the old fart of a king he used to serve. And the man was huge. Michael swore that that man was half giant or something.

But none of that surprised Michael as much as the blonde girl moaning from pleasure as he lifted her to her feet by her hair again while he stood too. He wasn't the only one to be surprised from it. The elf, the blondes normal coworker, gasped at the sound of the girls moaned and watched as Michael roughly shoved the blonde against the wall. The half-druid stepped in quickly, his fingers catching a hold of the half inch, light brown nipples that stuck out, hard as a rock, from the jugs on her chest. Once he had a tight grip on those nipples he twisted his hands and pulled. His reflexes hadn't slowed a bit. The second that blonde opened her mouth to cry out his lips were against her, his teeth closing down on her lower lip tightly. He was careful enough not to draw blood but rough enough to cause her pain and pleasure. When she shivered against him, goosebumps cover her body and leaned her head back, letting him pull on her lip in the process, to moan like the whore she was, he figured she was ready.

The knight let go of the blondes nipples and slid his hands down her slim waist to her hips, then her thighs before stopping. Right or left? He tugged on her lower lip lightly with his teeth and grinned as her left hand shot out to grasp at his buttocks, trying to hold onto something before she lost it any sense she currently had. So she was left handed, huh? The knight slid his hands over to her right thigh and lifted it up until her knee touched her breasts. Good thing she was flexible. Keeping one hand under her knee, he placed the other under her ass and pushed her up the wall. The whore, thankfully, caught on. With a lustful smirk she extended her leg once she was high enough and let herself be lowered down so her lower right leg was on his shoulder. Left handed meant her left side was most likely to be the dominant side. Which meant more concentration on that side, which meant more feeling on her left. By lifting her right thigh the muscles inside her womanhood constricted on the right side, pushing his dick to the left when he entered her. If she didn't react better than last night then he should simply switch thighs so he was fucking the other wall of her pussy. To her it was probably a simple position. To him? A chance to hear this lovely nympho scream. Now then, the last step to getting her ready. Michael pulled away from her lips, slowly releasing the grip his teeth had on her lip and taking a deep breath.

"Grab my dick." Changing her mind. With a couple simple words he planned on convincing her she wasn't who she thought she was. With her it was easy because she wasn't as smart as the rest of the whores in the room but by starting with her he could do the same to them. The blonde raised an eyebrow and repeated one of the phrases she and many other whore had used on their men.

"Time to make you mine..." There it was. He waited patiently as the whore reached down for his cock to stick it in her but he didn't let it get that far. Her hand was about an inch away from his member before he clenched his hand as tight as he could around her left ass cheek making her cry out in pain before he closed the distance between their lips again.

"No. That is my dick. Not. Yours. And that," He turned his fingers inward, digging what small nails his fingers had into her ass. "is my ass." He glanced down at her breasts, making sure she noticed. "Those are for me and..." He moved his other hand away from her knee and gripped his hardened manhood, placed it at her entrance and thrust in hard without a care, only getting about halfway in with one thrust. She was tight. "...That is mine too." He finished speaking finally, closing his fingers in more to dig his nails in deeper, making her shriek with pain. Saliva dripped messily from his balls as he pulled his dick out as slowly as he could and as far as he could until she placed her other hand on his ass to stop him from leaving her before he thrust in again, easily burying a couple more inches into her sopping cunt. But she was human so by that second thrust he hit the cervix at the back of her vagina. The ex-knight glanced down and sighed, only six inches. He needed to bury three more, but she was already getting close to cumming again and he didn't want that to happen yet. His right hand left her ass only to close around her throat, cutting off her airway temporarily.

"If you cum without my permission I will dry my dick on your tits and fuck your ass dry for the next hour without pause. Do not cum!" His hand around her throat probably wasn't help, nor were his words but he didn't care. She may have liked pain but he knew, even for her that was too much. She was human. He still hadn't heard what he wanted so he wasn't stopping yet. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he pushed his dick harder into her. If she had fucked something other than a human then she was bound to have been fucked deeply. Which meant her cervix had been opened before. Just not recently since she had that squirter mark. From the feel of it, he would say that she had been aching to be fucked that deep but just hadn't found any other halfling. It was a damn good thing she had been fucked that deep before, he wasn't one for red messes. Michael exhaled slowly before pushing deeper, using the wall behind her to make it a bit easier push his dick in. She reacted almost instantly, her hands leaving his ass to press against his stomach to try and slow him down. The cervix was one of the main reasons whores like her loved fucking non-humans or halflings. Human males couldn't penetrate it without hurting themselves.

"Sta-" A gasp escaped the whore as she tried to speak while he ignored the hands pushing against him and pushed deeper into her, her cervix slowly spread open as his dick pushed further and further. One of the great things about fucking human girls was that it never got loose. Evolution had helped with that, making sure that women could still bear children, even with people like Michael. "Wait!" The whore finally managed to gasp out as he got another inch and a half in. She was literally gasping for air. A wide smile set on Michaels face as he finally stopped pushing with an inch and a half to go. Her pussy had a death grip on his cock as she tried to stop herself from cumming. But she was going over the edge. If he pulled out she would cum anyways from the movement, if he pushed or simply sat still he would get the same result. Either that or she would hold it back to the point that she passed out. Unless he managed to scare her into holding it a little while longer. He didn't want to fuck her ass without any lubrication, even his dick would get raw from that. But this stubborn bitch wouldn't say what he wanted her to say. Remind her, perhaps?

"Wait?!" His voice raised suddenly, questioning her word. "You're going to cum aren't you? You fucking bitch." He didn't snap the words. He stated them, as if telling her what she was instead of calling her it. "You're going to cum without my permision?!" He had to suppress a smile as she shook her head hard, trying to stop him so she could concentrate. He was dancing on the edge with this. "That's it! If you cum I will fucking pound that ass for two hours before I make you suck me clean!" His hand moved from her neck as he lightly struck her across the cheek with the back of his hand. Her pussy tightened in response and her eyes widened as she slowly started to lose control. She had to act fast.

"PLEASE!" The whore finally cried out as her friends had gotten up to pull him away. "Please...I can't hold back any longer..." Tears started to well up in her eyes from the frustration of holding onto the pressure inside her for so long. "The bitch needs to cum...Please just let me cum....." Her hands dropped from his waist in despair and the knight slowly began to grin. Much better. Michael quickly leaned in and closed the distance between their lips again.

"Alright..." Michael pulled away for a second to speak. "My whore can cum all over my fat dick." In an instant, the blondes arms shot up and wrapped around Michaels neck, pulling his lips against hers once more in a passionate kiss before he thrust up up into her again, finally burying all of his manhood inside her and wrapping his hand around her throat again. That was all she needed and she began to buck against him, her lips falling away from his as she lost all but one conscious thought while she bucked against him. Thank you. Graciousness. He let her cum. That was all she needed to develop an attachment. He wanted an attachment. Women with attachments fucked better, even if there was a chance that he wouldn't get to see her again. That didn't matter. Now she was moving quickly, so quickly it felt like everything stood still while her whole body felt like a fire that flew around inside her, everywhere, all at once.




The Captain



That was an okay description for what she felt, what everyone else in the room saw was her repeatedly slamming her hips against him as she began to squirt all over the place again, her eyes rolled back into her head while she let out one of the loudest screams The Four Corners had ever heard. Her nipples and clit hardened as she convulsed around his member, every passage and creek inside her shifting and changing while she ruthlessly fucked herself against him, deeper into unconscious thought with each hump.

But small thrusts weren't enough to get the knight off too. Using his spare hand, he grasped her ass once more and pulled his long member out of her, enjoying the sound of each pop and squish while he came close to exiting her. Then came his fun. Just like that the halfling slammed his rod back inside of her, to the hilt and forcing a jump in her screech as he did. Michael grinned, quickly picking up the pace and enjoying the feeling of each her pussy juices dripping off his cock whenever he nearly pulled out of her and the feeling of it splashing around when he slammed back in. Faster. He needed more. Another pull...then a thrust. Then a pull and a thrust. Pretty soon he had it in a gaining rhythm and his hips moved like a piston as he fucked the blonde back down to the real world. Had he simply stopped when she came she would've passed out, but now he was moving too much. She couldn't pass out and she didn't want to. As soon as her scream ended, her lips were on his again, her hips smacking back against his own.

"Gods..." One of the woman in the room spoke up as the two of them displayed the term 'fucking like rabbits'.

"Holy shit....Come over here..." Another one spoke up and beckoned more of her coworkers over to her. Once a couple of the girls had gathered around her, she pointed to the stomach of the whore stuck between Michael and the wall and a dozen women gasped as they watched the indent of Michaels cock slide back and forth through the blonde girls slim stomach.

"I got another idea..." The dark elf spoke up again before standing up and moving over to the two mating on their feet. Without Michael noticing the dark elf slid her hand down the blonde whores stomach and tested part of the technique Michael did on her, pushing her deep blue hand against the blonde whore below the navel and above the clit Michael kept slamming against.

"FUCK!" The blonde whore broke the kiss with Michael only to have her lips stolen by the elf. The halfling watched in amazement as the human began to squirm and squirt again, pushing him over the edge.

"GAH!" A groan escaped the pirate as his head fell onto the shoulder of the blonde, his sack that could have been full of baseballs tingling and his dick pulsing as he finally went over the edge. Swear words flew from the two mates as they slammed against each other one more time before they both exploded. "Unnnnhh...." Michael groaned again as white milky jizz spurted out of the tip of his member, directly painting the walls of the whores womb with his dick milk and creating a small bump in the girls stomach while he stood there, emptying his sack.

"SON OF A BITCH!" The whore screeched profusely again as she dug her nails into the halfings shoulders, a lava-like feeling filling her up with no where to go while his dick plugged her hole, her fresh pussy juice dripping off the two baseballs that hung between his legs. And just like the entire room quieted down, except for the deep, gasping breaths of the two fuckbirds.

"By the gods." One of the girls finally said with a laugh, sparking more laughter between the women. "That was hot." Michael turned to pull his dick out of the whore and stick it in one of their faces before the blonde pulled his attention back to her with another passionate kiss, slowly lifting her sore leg off of his shoulder to stand on her two unsteady feet. Michael lost all sense of thought as she kissed him, her tongue lashing out at his and her lips closing around his tongue once she found it, suckling lightly on the tip of it while his dick slid out of her with a loud, wet 'POP!'. She didn't break that kiss either or let him pull away from it yet while his sticky cum drizzled down her legs and a couple more strands fell from the tip of his dick onto the wet floor. It wasn't some pansy kiss that she gave him either. Almost every two seconds her lips touched together and reopened as if starting another kiss while she made out with him, her rock hard nipple pressed against his chest while she leaned against him for support.

Finally the blonde pulled away from him before putting her head against his chest and closing her eyes, just standing there. Of all the whores he dominated he had never been thanked like that...She had certainly surprised him. His breathing wasn't calming though. The ex-knight needed more. First he needed his dick cleaned before he took another pussy. He was going to fuck these bitches raw and make sure they loved it.

Michael leaned down and swooped the blonde off of her feet before setting her down on the bed, out of his way. Now then...Michael swung around, pushing the elf backwards against the wall as well, knocking her on ass though. He didn't care. He'd stand her up in a second. The ex-knight ignored the fear in her eyes as he stepped forward and pressed his dick to her lips, stepping on her hand to get her to cry out in pain before she stuffed her mouth full of his manhood. She didn't have the deepthroating skills like her coworker, Michael noted as he carelessly forced her to swallow the same amount of his dick anyways. The halfing ignored the sound of her choking on his dick though. She helped get him off by touching the human girl she was going to help clean him up, whether she liked it or not.

"Relax your throat." The blonde girl spoke up from the bed, trying to give her friend some tips. "Relax your throat or you're going to continue choking on it uncomfortably." The blonde stated simply before scooping up a handful of the cum pouring out of her and dumping it on her tits for her friends to feast on. It took the elf a while but eventually she managed to relax her throat. A small groan escaped Michael as the elf sucked the last bit of cum from his dick and let the monster release from her lips with another loud 'POP!' and a sluttly look on her face.

"Good. Now it's your turn." The knight lift the elf up by her hair as well before turning her around and pressing her face to the wall. He didn't care anymore what side was her dominant side. He just wanted release. He needed to empty his balls completely. Michael spread the elfs legs before grasping his dick and lining it up to thrust it up into her. Taking a deep breath he felt a hand close around a handful of his hair before yanking him, painfully, out of the room.

"What the fu-"He was interrupted again as he was thrown backwards through an open door, forcing him to trip and fall into a small porcelain tub. Porcelain? This wasn't the guest bathroom. This was the bar- First an interruption to his actions, then his words, and now his thoughts? And Cassie was the one to do it? This time though, she interrupted him by dumping a bucket of ice cold water on top of him.

"You need to cool it...Perhaps I should've warned the girls to be careful...and you're scaring away my customers." She dropped the empty bucket next to the tub and reached over to pick up a towel before tossing it on top of him. "If you get my floors even more soaked I'll kick you out." Michael groaned loudly and shivered. Now he was slightly terrified to piss her off even when she was big and fluffy. He lowered the towel from his eyes and stared at the hardened nipples at the tips of her small breasts that had been trapped inside another tight dress he picked out for her. Unlike the last one that had been a simple green, this one had a red with gold floral designs all over it. With that dress and the ruby around her neck, from him too, she looked as if she had royal blood in her veins.

"Get up!" She blushed under his hard eyes and kicked his leg lightly before turning and storming out of the room. The ex-knight groaned lightly as he pushed himself up onto his elbows before somehow managing to make it to his feet. The knight dried off his naked body, his eyes finding his shrunken member now that it felt like it had been frozen solid. The pirate glanced around, finally catching eye of a folded pile of fresh clothing for him and walked over to it, staring at another set of brown clothing. A simple brown tunic and matching brown pants. Yeah, ugly, he knew, but he didn't care that much anymore. There wasn't much point in getting all dressed up if he didn't really have to deal with court or anything anymore. Sure he might if he made more money when he went looting but he didn't make that much.

It didn't take long for Michael to throw on the set of clothing that Cassie had nicely set up for him. After he had put the clothing on he moved out into the hallway and began moving towards the stairs at the opposite end. About halfway there he stopped and got a good look at the condition of the room.

"Gods..." Torn bits of clothing hung from every little sliver that stuck out in the room, the floor was covered in puddles of pussy juice, his cum and saliva. Mugs that had been filled with water for hydration were left everywhere and multiple blankets were scattered where the girls and he had slept, he could still see his imprint on one of the blankets along with the imprint of the blonde girl who had apparently slept between his legs. The knight grinned and picked up the closest set of panties he saw, holding it in his hand as he continued down the stairs. The second one of his feet touched the bottom floor, a young woman crossed the floor, wearing the tunic he had on the night before, and reached for the panties he had in his hand.

Brown hair, tiny figure, small tits barely protruding from her flat stomach, strange light pink eyes, small, yet firm ass, long legs for someone of her kind. To anyone around six feet, she probably looked like she had just barely come of age, she was probably a couple inches under five feet. She was small, and full of love. Michael understood that not all whores were the same. This girl wasn't the usual but he had run into a couple like her, none so small with the same mindset though. Most of her kind had the same mindset, just rarely went down the path to selling themselves. From what Michael could tell, she didn't sleep with people for sex and a lustful desire in her that couldn't be filled, it was more of a 'spreading love' kind of stand point. Of course, she was a nymph. Water nymph if he had to guess and if he had to guess her age, he would say she was probably into triple digits. 

Michael of course didn't let her get her underwear back. Instead he pulled it away just as she almost caught it from him and stood there staring her down, daring her to try and reach for it again with a teasing smile on his face. Once she did, he quickly put his other hand on her waist and pushed her against the closest wall, his hand quickly sliding to her tiny bum and gripping at it roughly before he brought his lips down to hers. The entire bar went quite except for the small whimper from the Nymph as she consciously pressed her groin against his, her legs automatically spreading for him in case he decided to lift up the shirt she had been wearing and take her in front of the entire bar. That was still undecided.

"Here's your belt, Nathan will be here soon." Cassie spoke up somewhere to his left and he heard a soft click on the table next to him before slowly deepening the kiss. The nypmh had other ideas though. She didn't want slow. Before Michael knew what was happening, the girl had her teeth pressed tightly on his lower lip and her arms wrapped around him as she quickly ground her tiny womanhood against his crotch, his dick twitching slightly under the sudden change in atmosphere while she wrapped one of her legs around one of his. No...Nathan coming to the bar for Michaels advice which meant business. It wouldn't look good for Michaels image if he were stark naked, bending the girl over a table, and thrusting in and out of her without a second thought. So he decided to end the kiss and finish getting himself dressed for the day.

"Uuhh..." The small woman let go of his lower lip and trembled in his arms, a small spot on his pants wettening slightly as she went through her tiny orgasm from grinding against him. Michaels eyes blurred for a second, his mind processing an image from the night before. A simple blink and he saw only one of the numerous things that had happened the night before. The nymph was riding him, hard. One of her nimble hands had been lost into her brown hair as she rode him into oblivion, her head tossed to the sky as she chewed on one of her curly locks to keep from screaming out. The chewing didn't help. His eyes traveled her bare form, finding an rather obvious indent of his member in her small stomach. It was much more visible on her than it had been on the blonde, then again she was smaller than the human girl.

"I still can't feel my legs...." A whisper pulled him from his dwelling on the past and he realized that she had pulled away from the kiss to whisper in his ear. The knight glanced down, between the two of them at the weak feet of the girl pinned between him and the wall and realized she had put his belt on for him, on the outside of his clothing as was customary. The access amount of the belt hung low in front of him, declaring to the world how long his manhood was. If someone wished to exaggerate about their size they could but Michael had no need to do so. That wasn't what surprised him though. When his knighthood had been taken away so had his medals. Which meant any favor he had won that he stored on his belt had been stripped from him, any tournament trophy or even emblem of another knights household, showing their allegiance. His belt was bare, his accomplishments now none. Except for what the girl had put on his belt now.

"You were a knight, but have nothing to show for it. Now...You do." He laughed loudly as he stared at the flimsy pair of panties hanging from his belt.

"And I...." He paused to pick up an apple off the closest table. "...shall wear it with pride." He lifted his chin proudly and took a bite out of the apple. She smiled at him and leaned it to lightly peck his cheek before the two of them walked away from each other, Michael simply taking a step back and turning around, while she moved to the bar. Gods now he was going to have to deal with semi-hard dick while he talked to Nathan. Perhaps it would calm down before the capta-

"Don't stop on my account." A small voice spoke up from the door. Michael turned and sighed, staring at the Captain of the Diamond Wind in the doorway. Too late.

"Natha-" Michael went to speak before Cassie interrupted him. Again.

"Nathan. Welcome back to The Four Corners." Michael watched as the bartender walked across the room and placed a metal mug down for the man. Michael stared at her for a long time until he caught her eye and she stared back.

"I was gonna say that...." The pirate complained quietly as Cassie got close enough for him to speak.

"Maybe you shouldn't tease so much." She cast him a glare before heading back over to the bar. She was right, he needed to give her a break. Which meant focus on his work for the rest of the day.

The ex-knight took another bite out of his apple and walked over to the Captain, his feet steadier than they should be after the nights escapades. The Captain always knew where Cross was heading, so he met him there. The table in the furthest corner, where they wouldn't be heard so easily and endanger themselves and anyone else who heard them talking.

"I have reports of a massive armed trireme passing through the coast of Wen to dock into the gulf of Iris to drop off the monthly taxes. Do you know anything about this?" Nathan spoke in a hushed whisper as he brought out a tube made of bamboo that held the maps that belonged to the Captain. Massive armed trireme? Well just those words made Michael uneasy. Michael shook his head silently before turning to look at Cassie and speaking up.

"You heard anything about Iris and a Trireme?" He watched as Cassie looked up from pouring a mug of ale and shook her head before getting back to work. The halfling turned back to Nathan and shook his head again.

"Nothing. I think we should let this one g-" Michael nearly finished this time before he was interrupted. Again.

"We're going for this. It's too big a pot to leave behind for Tyler." Tyler Briggs. Captain of The Black Lacy. Michael knew who he was talking about but Nathan was blind.

"No. I'm going to tell you right now. THIS is a bad idea! Reports by sea and not by land?! An armored ship traveling into the most enclosed space in all of the four kingdoms?! Do I have to remind you that the ship is docking into the Gulf of Iris, you know, where the kingdom of Iris might just happen to be at the time?! When I last checked it was still there and it's massive army!" Michael shook his head slightly and stared at the man to see if anything he said was getting across to the Captain.

"A months worth of taxes, Michael. We could live rich for years! We aren't letting this go and if you aren't going to give me advice on the best spots to strike from then I'll figure it out myself." The Captain stubbornly picked up the maps he had just started to take out and set one of the eight round tables in the bar. Michael raised his hands in annoyance as Nathan began for the door, about halfway there though the Captain turned around and stared at Michael.

"I've already paid you though. Which means you will show up friday. On time. Don't bother telling me I can have the money back I already know you spent it." Nathan turned away from him again and went to the door, his hand closing on the doorknob before the nymph spoke up from the bar.

"Why isn't Michael the Captain?" The various people in the bar hushed up slightly, whispers still going about as they questioned her sentence. Nathan was the first to answer, Michael finally turning his back to the man too.

"Because he's Michael, You imbecile. He doesn't take chances with the freedom of the sea." The Captain scoffed and opened his mouth again, speaking to Michael this time. "This is why women shouldn't be allowed to talk unless spoken too. Dumb whor-" That was the last straw for Michael and Cassie saw it coming.

"MICHAEL!" The bartender screamed from behind the aged bar where she normally was and took to a run, trying to stop the knight. It was too late. The knights right hand shot out to the nearest table and picked up a knife before he swung around and snapped his hand exquisitely towards the Captain of the Diamond Wind. The knife flew through the air with ease before a sharp thunk and a scream of agony told Michael he hit the doorknob, where Nathans hand was. Michael took a step towards the man to hit him before he felt the small hands of the bartender closer around his left arm to stop him. "Breathe, Michael." Cassie's voice came in sharp, the only noise in the bar besides Nathans sobs. Fortunately for Nathan, it worked....well, mostly.

"You will HOLD YOUR TONGUE!" Michael raised his voice excessively for the last three words as he shouted at the frightened Captain. The halfling pulled from Cassies grasp and walked over to Nathan, his breathing barely keeping the pirate in control. "You come in this bar, ask for my advice. Fine. You ignore it. I can deal with that. You're an idiot, I've known that for a long time." Michaels voice came out hushed now, this bit of the conversation would stay between them. "But if you insult or hurt another woman or any of my friends again, I will stick a knife in your dick." He stared hard into the eyes of the whimpering man stuck to the wooden door of the four corners before placing his hand on the knife. He had been a knight, which meant he had a knights principles. He was going to keep his word. "I'll be there friday. Keep a spot open for me." The knight ripped the knife away and tossed it on the closest table before pushing open the door for the Captain and literally kicking him out.




The Captain



This is the story of Mr and Mrs Kenwood and their Mediterranean holiday. Donald and Diane had been happily married for nearly ten years and had recently discovered the joys of cruising holidays. They find it so relaxing and everyone is so nice and friendly. 

Their first port of call is in Portugal so there are two sea days before that. Diane is delighted with the entertainment on the first evening. There are two main male singers who will be performing at the theatre on most nights, both very handsome with strong voices so there is a lot to look forward to. She shakes their hands as they stand outside the theatre exit thanking them for a great evening. Donald does the same, and she notices his eyes shining as brightly as hers probably are. 

"I liked the look of those singers we saw at the exit dear." Diane says as they lie in bed later that evening, both wearing men's pyjamas. "So talented weren't they? Do you think they're gay? You often seem to know."

"I'm not entirely sure but ask me later on in the voyage. Maybe they're bi." Diane accepts that her husband lacks confidence and struggles to be definite about things. She tends to wear the trousers in the relationship. She smiles thinking how well they get on, never a cross word and coming up to their tenth wedding anniversary.

The next day as they wander about the ship there are three ship's officers doing their rounds. From previous cruises Diane recognises the emblems on the hat and epaulettes as belonging to the ship's captain with two of his senior officers.

Donald looks afraid when she tells him.

"Don't be silly darling. They're not going to have you keelhauled. I'll show you."

Diane approaches the three men and introduces herself. She's wearing her skimpiest shorts and a thin low cut top which shows off her ample cleavage. One of the officers whispers something to the Captain.

"Did you say Mrs Kenwood, Diane Kenwood?" says the Captain in his strong manly voice. 

Diane nods and smiles. "Well, Diane we have you on our list as someone with a wedding anniversary falling in a few days time. I'd like to invite you and your husband to have a meal with me and my wife on the evening of your anniversary." 

Donald seems unsure but Diane accepts gratefully. She is absolutely delighted.

"I hope he wears that uniform Donald. Don't you think he's so hunky in it? We must go and watch him give his speech to the passengers tomorrow."

Donald nods uncertainly. "Mmm. Yes. I like uniforms too." He blushes a little.

Diane smiles, "So you do Donald, so you do." She's thinking of the time he dressed as a maid for her. It was so nice.

That next night is one of the four formal nights on the voyage so Donald is wearing evening dress with a bright pink dickey bow tie. Diane makes sure he wears the white dress shirt with all the fancy frilly bits down the front. The Captain stands half way up the steps of the atrium to make his speech. Donald and Diane notice an attractive elderly grey haired woman standing nearby with a number of senior ships officers. They arrived early so are right at the front. Diane is captivated by everything the Captain says, laughing loudly at his jokes. His distinguished grey hair and confident manner entrances her. She can feel herself getting wet beneath her long backless evening dress which she is wearing without panties.

The elderly lady comes over to Diane after the speech is over and explains she is the Captain's wife. "I don't want you to think it's a very formal occasion when you come for the meal dear. Call me Dorothy please. But George likes everyone to call him Captain or sir. Is that okay?"

Donald nods uncertainly thinking she is such a nice lady. Diane answers her confidently glancing over towards the Captain who is now leaving the room. He must be over six feet she thinks and he must be about the same age as his wife.

"Yes, that's fine Dorothy. Thank you so much for inviting us. We are looking forward to it very much."

"Diane dear you're looking a little flushed. I need the loo. Come with me, I'm sure you must want to go too."

Once inside the Ladies toilets, one Diane had not noticed before, Dorothy turns to her.

"I just wanted to get you on your own, dear. You can tell Donald later. We need to talk about what you will wear on Friday. Do you have a short cocktail dress, something you might wear in a night club? 

"Yes, I think so. But we never go to nightclubs."

"Never mind about that. Can you wear it without a bra? You see George has taken quite a shine to you and I like to see him enjoy himself. He's a worrier you know. It's the job." She sighs and Diane looks at her sympathetically.

"Yeah, I could, Donald would like that. My breasts are a bit big though and inclined to wobble around."

"All the better dear, you're a good sport. Now, another thing, have you brought stockings and suspenders?"

"Er, no. I usually wear tights." Diane blushes wishing she could help.

Dorothy rummages in her large handbag and brings two items out. Diane smiles with relief and takes the suspender belt and packet of dark stockings from her.

"What about panties?" Diane blurts out, not quite sure why she is asking.

"Quickly, let me see what you've got on today. He's very particular."

Diane blushes crimson. "I'm not wearing any."

"Why you little minx. Well, white if you've got them, pink would do at a push. But none of your G-string type, he prefers full briefs."

Diane smiles. "No problem. Tell me what you want me to do." Thinking about what lies ahead has Diane drenched below the waist. She can't wait to tell Donald.

"Nothing really, just be yourself. He'll want to touch you a bit during the meal but when we sit on the settees make sure you're opposite him, relax, let your legs drift open a bit. You'll make an old man so happy. You are okay with all this aren't you? I could see at his speech that you like him. Am I right?"

"Yes, Dorothy I like him alright."

"Now tell me about Donald. He's got to be okay with all this."

"He'll be fine. He's very shy and introverted. I caught him recently trying on my panties. He likes dressing up."

"Good, I'll enjoy distracting him. We want you both to enjoy your anniversary after all."

"That's perfect." Diane says becoming even more aroused.

She takes Donald to bed for an early night. Both naked under the covers, Diane tells him what's in store for them.

"...and Dorothy says she'll take good care of you."

She feels for his penis, now standing proud. He erupts after only a few pulls as usual, he's frequently a bit premature. Diane sighs. Sometimes her love for Donald is tested. Not for the first time she strokes herself to a noisy orgasm in front of him. They cuddle in silence before both turning over and going to sleep.

Diane is surprised to find that all the senior officers are attending the meal. She and Dorothy are the only women there, sitting either side of the Captain with Donald next to Dorothy. There are no other passengers at the meal.

Diane is in a daze finding herself so close to her hero. His large thighs and knees are pressed up against her leg on that side and each time he speaks to her he touches her shoulder or arm sending electricity coursing around her body. Already her breasts are swelling and her nipples standing out. Between courses his right hand roams under the table stroking her knee and moving progressively up her leg until by the time they're eating pudding he's reached bare flesh. She's hardly noticed the ships officer on her right side until his hand slides onto her knee. She turns to him and smiles encouragingly, the various wines for each course making her compliant. She deliberately opens her legs wider noticing that under the cover of the table her dress is now pulled up almost to her waist. She looks around the table. All eyes are on her and Dorothy. There are knowing looks from some of the officers and a kind of sexual longing almost palpable in the air. She flushes, thinking that, right now, the way she's feeling, given the chance, she'd fuck the lot of them.

In the meantime Dorothy is trying to help Donald relax as he seems out of his depth in such illustrious company. She doesn't want to embarrass him too much in front of the men.

"Diane tells me you've acted in some amateur dramatic productions."

"Er yes, it's a long time ago. I went to an all boys school. We put on a play at the end of each term."

"I expect some of the boys would have to play the female parts."

"No-one wanted to do it. So we had to take turns. I once had to take the female lead." Donald reddens a little and it is hard to tell if others hear his remark above the general hubbub of conversation around the table.

Dorothy puts her mouth close to his ear and whispers. "And I bet you enjoyed that didn't you dear." She strokes his shoulder tenderly.

He just nods and looks down at his food. 

"You enjoy dressing up don't you Donald?"

"Yes." He admits looking guilty.

Dorothy reaches down between his legs to find the erection she knows is there.

The Captain is feeling Diane's panties now. He moves the gusset to one side, plays with her cunt hairs and strokes her slit a little. He pulls his hand away and whispers in her ear.

"Let's get rid of the men m' dear. You two don't mind staying on for a bit do you?"

Diane is in a daze. Her companion on the right has helped her enjoyment, stroking up as far as her stocking tops but no further; such a nice man. She readjusts her dress before standing up to go over to the easy chairs and settees.

She sits opposite the Captain, easing her skirt up a little to show him her white panties.

"Isn't she a good girl showing off her panties without being told." Dorothy says. She is sitting close to Donald on the other settee. "Tell her Donald. Go on."

"Thank you for being a good girl Diane." He says quietly.

"You want her to open her legs wide for the Captain don't you Donald?" Dorothy says.

"Yes ma'am." Diane opens them wide. Her dress slides up around her waist.

"Does your wife have big tits Donald?" Dorothy says.

"Yes, big ones ma'am."

"It would make the Captain very happy if Diane showed us. Take that nice dress off Diane, be a good girl. That's it, now sit back down. Those are lovely big nipples dear. Is that because you're getting excited?"

"I'm very excited Dorothy. The Captain was stroking my leg throughout the meal."

"Did his hand get as far as your cunt Diane? It's alright to tell us, Donald doesn't mind do you Donald?"

"Go ahead, I don't mind." Donald says.

"Yes, it did. It was lovely. Thank you, sir." Diane begins to stroke her nipples. She can't help it. She moans a little.

"Captain, I think it's time to do your duty. Put that bulge in your trousers to good use. Give her what she needs. She's been missing out married to Donald here. Hasn't she Donald?"

Donald looks down, shamefaced. He nods. "Missing out ma'am."

Dorothy has been sitting rather carelessly causing her skirt to ride up. She notices Donald staring at her knickers.

"Do you like looking up my skirt?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I promised Diane we'd make this night special for you too." Dorothy quickly slips off her panties and hands them to Donald. "Why don't you put them on for me? Then we can sit together and watch Captain fucking your wife. You've another ten days on board. We'll see if any of the ship's officers want to have a go at her as well." She hitches her skirt up around her waist to give Donald a good view of her long shapely legs. He notices that her cunt hairs are brown rather than grey and his penis pulses.

"I'd like you bent over the back of your sofa, legs wide open." The Captain says.

"That's right Diane, take the panties all the way off, there's a good girl. Let's try a finger first. Mmmm. She's got a tight cunt Dorothy, just the way I like 'em. I'll need to heave on her tits to get up this one. You'll have had a few cocks up here haven't you over the years, Diane m'dear?"

"Not all that many sir. I usually tell Donald all about it. Please be gentle at first."

"Don't worry, I'll take it slow to start with, but once I get going you'll get the fucking of your life. It's what you want isn't it you little slut?"

"Yes please sir."

Five minutes later she's begging him to fuck her harder. 

As they sit watching, Dorothy stroking Donald's little cock, him wearing her panties, he sighs happily. He's thinking that this is going to be a cruise to remember for a long time to come.



The Captain and the Prince



Chapter One 

I was sitting in my private reading room when they attacked. I looked up from my book and stared at the door, listening to the distant crashes and thuds. Not knowing what was going on beyond the closed door, I stood up from my chair and slowly made my way over to it. Cracking it open, I peeked through the opening to see pirates filling the halls. I gasped as I watched one thrust a sword through one of the servants. 

With a quick motion, I closed the door and locked it in place. I turned on my heel to look for something to keep the door shut. Spotting a nearby bookcase, I quickly ran over to it and began to push it over the door. I heard the door knob jiggle and angry shouts soon followed. I bit my lip and pushed harder, nodding to myself once the door was in place. 

The door and bookcase shook as the pirates began to bang on the door. I slowly backed away towards my chair, gripping the leather arm. Books began to fall off the shelves as the door shook violently against the case. Biting my lip harder, I managed to keep down a whimper of fear as the lock on the door broke and the bookcase fell to the ground. Two pirates charged into the room, swords raised and posed to strike. 

"Parley!" I shouted to them, quickly dropping to my knees and raising my hands up in the air. They stopped dead in their tracks, staring at me with confused looks. I repeated the word, this time with a confused tone myself. I wasn't sure if they were going to accept the word or not until a third pirate came up behind them. My heart raced in my chest as I realized who it was. 

"Ahh, the wee prince calls for a parley. How pathetic?" The third pirate said, a wide smirk on his face as he approached me. He had hair that was as dark as a starless sky and eyes as green as a fresh forest. He was lean and tall, not having much of a build to himself. But it was his reputation that scared me more than anything. He was the Captain of the Steppes. 

I swallowed down my fear and stared up at him, feeling my body tremble. I fought to control my muscles but they continued to shake and shiver. Cursing under my breath, I continued to keep eye contact with the Captain. 

"Y-yes... I call for a parley." I said, my voice quavering as I spoke. The Captain laughed at my stutter and stood before me. I was eye level with his crotch and I tried to keep the eye contact; I didn't dare break away. 

"Well, I'm here. What would you like to say?" He said, stooping down to one knee so he could look into my own blue eyes. He pushed a lock of my blonde hair out of my face and I felt my cheeks flush fiercely. His filthy hand touched my face. I wanted to spit on him but I refrained from the action. With much control, I chose my words carefully. 

"I wish to be left alone, and in return, I'll give you all of my wealth." I told him, my voice remaining strong. He stared at me with a calculating stare before his lips broke out into another smirk. 

"Well, that is a fine offer, but that's not what I want." He said. He then stood up and whistled to the other two pirates who were in the room. They nodded and ran to the door, picking it up off the ground and putting it back up in the doorway. They then stood against it to keep it up, facing their captain. He glanced back to see that they were in place before looking back down at me. His hand suddenly flew out and tangled itself in my hair, gripping it tightly. I yelped and winced, reaching up and grabbing his wrist. He forced my head back, looking down into my eyes. 

"I don't want your treasure, sweet prince. I want your body, the fairest form in the Steppes." He purred with an evil smirk. I stared up at him with tear-filled eyes, glaring hard at him. He only smirked and slapped me with his other hand. I yelped and fell back against the chair, letting go of his wrist and holding my cheek. He chuckled darkly and smacked my other cheek. 

"What's the matter, prince? Don't like that? Don't like being put in your place?" He asked me. I sniffled and slowly shook my head, glancing up at him nervously as I raised my hands to protect my face. He then tugged on my hair, making me crawl away from the chair. I winced as I moved across the floor, my cheeks flushing fiercely as I knelt before him in plain view of his fellow pirates. He looked over at them with a smirk. 

"What do you boys think? Should I break him now or on the ship?" He asked. I stared over them wide eyed as they said that now would be the best time to do it. I stared back up at him and quickly shook my head. 

"No! Please don't!" I pleaded with him. He only smacked my cheek again, soliciting another yelp from my lips. 

"Quiet you. I'm your Captain and you will do as I say, got it?" I growled and spit on his boots. I glared up at him and he sneered down at me. With a quick motion, he kicked me clean in the stomach. I groaned in pain and tried to double over. But he yanked me back up into a kneeling position. 

"Let's try this again. I am your Captain now, and you will do as I say. Understand?" He asked me, staring down at me intensely with those green eyes. I clenched my fists together and glared back at him. 

"Go to hell." I said, turning my head away. I heard him growl quietly as he kicked me again in the stomach. This time he let me fall back onto the floor. I curled up in a ball and held my stomach, whimpering in pain. Glancing up at him, I saw him shake his head in anger. 

"You will obey me." He said bitterly. And with that, he bent down and grabbed my hair again, this time pressing a flintlock to my forehead. I froze up, staring up at the gun in his hand. My body couldn't even tremble it was frozen in fear. His face split into a wide grin, knowing I would cooperate now. 

"Now, get on your knees like a good little prince." He told me. I stared at the gun a second longer before slowly pushing myself off the floor and kneeling before him. The flintlock never left my face. I gulped down my fear and stared up at him nervously. "Will you obey your Captain?" He asked. I noticed his finger was on the trigger and I knew he meant business. I nodded my head slightly, chewing on my lip. 

"Y-yes... I'll do anything. Just, please, don't kill me." I whimpered quietly. His fellow pirates chuckled in amusement and I glared over at them before looking back up at him. He grinned down at me, slowly pulling the gun away from my forehead. 

"What a good little prince you are. Now, I think it's time to break that beautiful body of yours." He said. He waved his gun for me to stand and I slowly did so, my cheeks flushed a deep red. "Now take off your clothes." He said. I opened my mouth to argue, but with one glance at the flintlock in his hand I stopped. With a single nod, I slowly took off my clothes, placing them on my reading chair. I then folded my hands in front of my crotch, feeling the blush redden my entire face and neck. The Captain watched and smirked. 

"That's a good boy. Now move your hands so I can see how average I've heard you are." He said. I didn't think his smirk could get any wider but it surprisingly did after his last comment. I glared hard at him as I slowly moved my hands away, looking away from him. One of the fellow pirates whistled and I felt tears of shame well up in my eyes. The Captain himself clicked his tongue in approval. I heard him step towards me and I turned my head to watch him. 

The flintlock was back in its holster. Instead, a metal collar was in his hands. I bit my lip hard but stayed still, allowing him to clip it around my neck. I winced as it clicked in place and he tugged on it to make sure it was secure. A chain leash was attached to the front of it, making sure I couldn't go far from his side. With a rough tug, I stumbled forward, feeling my bare body brush against his. I shivered at the contact and tried to step back, but his hold on the leash was too tight. 

"Be a good little prince and kiss your Captain." He said in an almost seductive whisper. I stared up at him wide eyed and shook my head. He tugged me closer, making me whimper softly. I shook my head again, pleading him not to make me. 

"Fine then. I'll just let my boys have their way with you. Can't you see how excited you make them?" He said, glancing over at his fellow pirates. I followed his eyes and saw both of them had slight lumps in their pants. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists together. I didn't want to be with them but I didn't want to be with him either. With a second longer of inner conflict, I turned my head and kissed his lips quickly, barely making contact with his skin. He only shook his head. 

"No, no. That won't do. Kiss me like you want me, prince. You have to make it believable." He shot me a fake smile. I stared up at him pleadingly before tenderly kissing his lips, squeezing my eyes shut again. I hated the way my lips felt against his, no matter if it sent a jolt down my spine. He embraced the kiss and held my body close against his own. The fellow pirates whistled and cheered us on. I felt a tear escape my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. 

I ended the kiss a second later, sniffling as I looked away from him. He roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. His face still held harshness as he got close to me, staring deep into my eyes. I shivered slightly and gripped his shirt. I could feel his erection through his pants. I had a feeling what was coming next but I inwardly prayed that it wouldn't. 

"On your knees, prince." He said softly. I slowly shook my head, gripping his shirt tighter. 

"No, please don't make me do this... I'm not gay..." I pleaded with him. He only grinned wider. 

"Good, neither am I." Was all he said before he forced me down onto my knees, my face level with his erection. A jolt went through my spine as I stared at the outline wide eyed. I couldn't believe how large it was; it was bigger than my own. He loosened the chain slightly, giving me some slack. 

"Go ahead, prince. It's ready when you are." He said. I could feel his leer as I chewed on my bottom lip. With hesitant hands, I reached up and slowly loosened his belt. I noticed my hands were shaking as I carefully pulled down his pants. Watching my hands, I tried not to stare at his cock as it sprang free of his pants. I let his trousers fall down around his ankles, my eyes slowly looking up. I felt my skin tighten as I stared at his cock, my blue eyes growing wide. It was huge, it was tan, and it was mine. I stopped for a moment, wondering why my mind thought that. But I couldn't wait to ponder it, for a hand had enclosed on the back of my head and was forcing me towards the swollen member. 

I felt it press against my closed lips and I shuddered at the feeling of it against my skin. My mind screamed for me to bite him but I knew that wouldn't be wise at all. I hesitantly licked the top of it, squeezing my eyes shut. I tried to ignore the fellow pirates as they cheered me on, but I just couldn't do it. I sat back and shook my head. 

"I can't..." I said, glancing up at him. I received a rough slap across the cheek, yelping in pain. Looking up at him nervously, I shook my head again. "P-plea-" I didn't even get the full word out before he slapped me again. The Captain then grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open. With a quick thrust, his cock filled up my mouth. I coughed and mumbled around his cock. He only smirked and held my head in place. His cock slid back and forth over my tongue, rubbing in its salty taste. I shuddered and sat still, squeezing my eyes shut. His erection throbbed inside my mouth and I hated its taste. I just wanted to bite it and spit it out of my mouth. But to do that would certainly mean death, or worse... 

So I sat still as he continued to thrust into my mouth. I eventually looked up at him, staring at his flushed face. His head was tilted back and it looked like he was genuinely enjoying himself. I grinned for only a second before I remembered that this wasn't consensual. He then groaned into the air, his thrusts picking up pace. It solicited a groan of my own, and I realized that I was aroused. I quickly covered my erection, but one of the other pirates had noticed it. Notifying the Captain, the thrusting man stopped for a moment and yanked his throbbing cock out of my mouth. I gasped for air, coughing softly. 

"Move your hands, prince." The Captain commanded. His face was hard with seriousness and I shuddered under his stare. I slowly did as he asked, revealing my own throbbing cock. His smirk slowly returned to his face and he shook his head. "What a naughty prince we have here. He loves sucking big cock, don't you?" He teased, as his smirk grew wider than ever. I blushed deeply and looked down at the floor, trying to ignore the jeers and laughs of the fellow pirates. My eyes filled up with tears of shame once again and I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. But the Captain made sure that didn't happen. 

"Jack off as you suck, prince." He said to me before sticking his cock in my face again. I stared up at him before slowly taking his erection in my mouth, this time sucking softly as he began to thrust. I wanted this to be over as soon as possible, even if that meant pleasuring him to his orgasm. I slowly wrapped a hand around my cock and rubbed over it like he said, not wanting to get in any further trouble. 

I heard him groan as I continued to suck on his cock, naturally matching my rubbing to his thrusts. I sucked slightly harder, closing my eyes. Another groan could be heard from him as his thrusts quickened. I rubbed faster over my own erection, groaning around his cock. I could admit, he did taste fairly well and I began to want more. I slowly swallowed more of his cock, taking half of it in my mouth as I rubbed as fast as I could over my member. The Captain groaned loudly and his cock exploded with cum, filling my mouth with the hot liquid. I gasped and swallowed half of the load on accident. I coughed around his cock as my own erection erupted with cum. 

"Swallow it all, prince." The Captain said, his intense eyes watching me. I trembled and whimpered before slowly swallowing the rest of his cum. The salty liquid slowly slid my throat, making me shiver. He nodded approvingly and pulled his cock of my mouth. 

"That's a good prince." He patted my head before pulling up his pants and tightening his belt. With a tug of the leash, he pulled me up to my feet and led me over to the door. 

"It's time to take you home, prince." The Captain said with a smile before leading me out the door and to my new home. 

Chapter Two 

I was lead through the desecrated halls of my palace, shown horror after horror in the hallways. Banners had been torn apart from the walls. Servants lay in pools of their own blood on the floor. Somewhere else, the smell of fire and smoke permeated the air. I held back a gag as I passed by a raped maid, her body stripped of clothes and bruises covering her back and face. The Captain only smirked and pushed me on, showing me the open courtyard of the castle. 

Guards and soldiers lay everywhere in the open yard, all of them dead or dying. Their bodies were bloodied from battle and their weapons had been taken. It made me sick to think of how helpless we were against these scoundrels. And in the center of the courtyard perched an airship, its air sac full and ready to take off. 

"Hurry up, prince, or else you'll be left behind for the stragglers." The Captain said, tugging on my chain leash. Images of the raped maid filled my mind and I didn't want to end up like her. I quickly followed after the lean pirate, keeping my hands over my crotch. 

A gangplank waited for us at the port side. It seemed to be beckoning for us to board. The fellow pirates climbed aboard first, then the Captain, and I followed last. As I stepped foot on the deck of the ship, I could feel dozens of eyes on me. I bit my lip and glanced around, realizing all of the pirates were staring at me. There must have been at least twenty of them. My skin tightened in fear and I wanted to throw up. But I kept control of my body and stood rigidly by the gangplank. 

I glanced over at the Captain and saw that he was flaunting me like a trophy. His hands were outstretched towards me and seemed to be beckoning me towards him. I took a cautious step near him, wincing when his hands enclosed on my shoulders and pulled me close to his body. 

"Gentlemen! I want you all to welcome the Prince of the Steppes to our lovely ship." The Captain said loud and clear to his men. They all replied with a mighty cheer and applause. I flushed fiercely, pressing my hands tighter over myself. I wouldn't dare let them see me completely naked. 

"Now, I want you all to be on your best behavior around the prince, understood? One hand out of place and you'll be dropped from this ship so quickly we won't have time to hear you scream." The Captain continued, looking at every single face in the crowd. They all nodded collectively, bellowing out a "Yes, Captain!" He grinned and nodded before dragging me over to his cabin, slamming and locking the door behind him. 

I stumbled into the center of the room, looking around nervously. There was a large bed nailed into the floor along with a rollover desk sitting beside it. A large bay window looked out the stern of the ship, giving a clear view of the Steppes. Besides the window was a wall adorned with chains and shackles. I blushed at the sight of it, not wanting to know what it was used for. 

There was a thunderous noise outside the door and the ship began to slowly take off from the ground. I stumbled again and fell onto the bed, my ass sticking out in the air. A sudden hand enclosed on a cheek and squeezed hard, making me yelp in surprise and pain. I quickly stood up and turned to see the Captain standing close to me, a smirk on his face. 

"What's the matter, prince? Don't tell me that pretty little ass of yours has never been broken before, has it? It would be a tragedy to tear it up." He said with an evil grin, stepping ever closer to me. I leaned back against the bed, trying to get out of reach of him. But it wasn't enough. He grabbed me by the throat and yanked me close to him. 

"Are you a virgin or not?" He asked, his face hardening into a serious glare. I whimpered as I clutched at his wrist, slowly nodding my head yes. He smirked again and threw me back onto the bed. "I thought so. You looked too tight to be a royal slut." I flushed in anger at the last comment. I quickly sat up on the bed and tried to leap at him, but received a fist to the cheek. I fell to the ground, feeling his foot collide with my stomach again. I yelled out in pain, holding my stomach and rolling up into a ball. I looked down at myself to see a large black bruise forming on my abdomen. I whimpered and stared at up him pleadingly. 

"I'm s-sorry..." I stammered out. He only nodded his head and yanked on the chain, pulling me to my feet. 

"Oh, I know you are, prince. And you'll be crying when I tear your ass in half, too." He grinned evilly as he pushed me back against the shackled wall, chaining my wrists above my head. I yelped and squirmed around against the wall, trying to break free. 

"Let me go!" I shouted out, thrashing against the wall. His hand enclosed on my throat again, and I stopped moving. He chuckled and dragged his fingernails down my throat and over my chest. 

"What's the matter, prince? Don't you like it rough?" His smirk grew wider as he saw my once flaccid cock start to grow hard. "Well, well, I'd say that you do. Maybe you'll like this, too." He said, before pushing two of his fingers into my mouth. I gasped and coughed, resisting the instinct to bite. The Captain wiggled his fingers around before taking them out of my mouth. He then reached down and pushed my legs open wide. I watched him nervously as he pressed them both against my entrance, his green eyes watching my face the whole time. 




The Captain and the Prince



"Ready to be broken, prince?" He asked me. I whimpered and shook my head no. He chuckled again and forced his fingers inside of me. I arched my back and screamed out in pain. Only the first knuckle of each finger made it inside, but it was too much for my body. Tears welled up in my eyes as he forced more of his fingers into me. I shook my head quickly, feeling the second knuckles of his fingers slip inside of my body. Tears slid down my face as he continued to work at my ass, making me shiver in a mix of pain and pleasure. I couldn't believe I was finding this pleasurable. It was painful and hurt immensely. 

But the Captain was enjoying himself. He leaned forward and licked my cheek, collecting my tears on his tongue. His face broke into a wide grin as he forced his fingers in all the way. I let out another scream and fought to stay still; I didn't want to make it any worse. The pirate slowly slid most of his fingers out before slamming them back inside me, soliciting another scream from my lips. I arched my body out and thrashed against the wall in pain. I felt his lips suddenly enclose around one of my nipples, making me gasp in pleasure. I stared down at him as he sucked me mercilessly, his greedy lips tugging hard on my skin. I whined out a moan, feeling my body slowly begin to relax. 

My mind was screaming at me for letting this sort of betrayal happen, but the pleasure was beginning to overcome the pain and it was making me naturally relax my muscles. The Captain felt this change and quickly switched to my other nipple, sucking just as hard on that one. I groaned again, feeling my cock start to swell again. His lips peeled back into a grin as he gnawed playfully on my nipple before pulling his fingers out of my ass. I sighed with relief and fell back against the wall. 

"Do you like it when I touch you, prince?" The Captain asked. He stood so close to me that it made me shiver. I stared up at him, and, for just a second, saw him in a different light. But reality took back over and I realized where I was. I nervously nodded my head, watching him closely. He grinned and grabbed my cock with both hands. 

"Do you want to cum, prince? Do you want to stain my floor with your hot liquid?" He asked me seductively, slowly pumping my member with his hands. I groaned loudly and bucked my hips into his touch. He grinned as I slowly nodded again, closing my eyes. I could admit that it did feel good to be touched by him. Maybe, just maybe, I could get used to him. 

The Captain began to fiercely pump my erection, making me groan loudly in pleasure. His grin broadened as he rubbed, carefully watching my face as he did his work. It wasn't long before my cock finally exploded its load, covering his hands and the floor. The Captain smirked and wiped his hands against my lips. I grimaced, staring at him as he told me lick it up. I hesitantly did so, despising the taste of my own cum. But it satisfied the Captain so I didn't argue. When he was finished, he took a step back from me to show off the erection in his pants. His smirk never left his face as he looked up at me. 

The Captain slipped off his pants and stepped out of them, rubbing over his erection. I watched his hand as he stepped towards me. Quickly closing my legs, I shook my head and bit on my lip to keep back a whimper. He glared at me and grabbed my legs, wrenching them apart and wrapping them around his waist. I tried to drop my legs but he kept them firmly in place. 

"Now be still or you'll bleed a lot more than I want you to." He said before thrusting into my entrance. I screamed out in pain, arching my body away from the wall and up against him. His fingers dug into my thighs as he forced more of his cock into me. I clenched my fists together as tears of pain dripped down my face. He was so deep inside me, it was excruciating. 

"Damn, you're so tight..." He murmured to me. The Captain then pulled out before thrusting back into me. I screamed out again, digging my nails into my palms. The pain was so great that it felt like my skin was on fire. He held my legs in place as he continued to thrust slow and hard into my ass. I sobbed quietly in pain, looking away from him. I could feel his cock plunge deeper into me but the pain had numbed my body. I trembled and groaned quietly in pain as he began to thrust faster. 

Sniffling, I looked down at the space between us, watching his cock thrust in and out of my body. I trembled harder, not believing this was happening to me. I titled my head back and rested it against the wall, trying to relax my body so the pain would lessen. But there was nothing that I could do. I was helpless in his arms. 

His swollen erection pumped faster and harder into my body, making me groan again in a mix of pain and pleasure. It was finally starting to feel good but at this point, I didn't want it to. I hated him for taking my virginity and I didn't want to give him any satisfaction in this act. I tightened my muscles to quicken things along. It did the trick for the Captain grunted loudly and his cum soon filled my ass. I shivered and whimpered quietly. 

The Captain thrust a few more times before finally pulling out of my body. He dropped my legs to the floor and took a step back. I collapsed back against the wall and panted hard, tears still sliding down my cheeks. I looked at him, seeing his cock throb in the air. He loved every second of this, I knew it. The Captain leaned towards me and licked up my tears again. 

"What a good little prince." He said with a smirk. The Captain then pulled up his trousers and tightened his belt. "Now you stay here while I go check on things outside." He said. He patted my cheek before turning and leaving the cabin, leaving me alone to my thoughts... 

Chapter Three 

It was dark outside the bay window when the Captain returned to the room. I slowly stirred from my stupor, looking over at him with half closed eyes. His face lit up with his traditional smirk. I sighed and shook my head, looking down at the floor. 

"I brought you dinner, prince. I hope you like it." He said. I heard him approach me and I saw his boots standing next to my body. I looked up at him to see that he was holding a tray filled with rolls and roasted meats and fresh fruits. It was everything that the luxury of my palace provided. 

"I'm not hungry..." I said quietly, looking away from him. At that moment, my stomach betrayed me by growling loudly, making me wince. The Captain grinned and shook his head. 

"Lying isn't really your strength, prince. You shouldn't do that anymore." He told me. He grabbed a roll and held it out to me. "Go ahead and eat, prince." He said softly, watching me closely with those green eyes. I looked at him intently. I knew the food wasn't poisoned, it wasn't that. It was the fact that he was hand feeding me that kept me from eating. He was filthy and I didn't want to touch him again. 

"Come on, prince. I don't have all night. I do have other plans for you." He told me, a bit of impatience showing in his face. I let out a pained sigh before leaning forward and taking a bite of the roll, chewing slowly. The Captain grinned and put the tray of food on a table beside me. 

"That's a good boy." He purred softly. I took another bite as he reached up with his other hand and stroked my hair. "See? I'll take good care of you, but you have to listen to me. Understand?" He asked me. I nodded slowly as I chewed. 

I knew what he wanted from me and it pained me to think about it. Only to be used for sex and nothing else. That was a slave's job. I guess that was to be my existence now. 

A sigh left my lips as I finished chewing my food. The Captain looked at me as he held the roll closer to my lips. I shook my head and looked over at an apple on the tray. He looked over at it and smiled. 

"Do you want some fruit now, prince?" He asked. He put down the roll and picked up the apple. Holding it close to my lips, he let me take a bite from the fruit. I chewed the fruit slowly, savoring the taste, for I didn't know when I would eat again. After a couple of slow minutes, I finished the apple and moved onto a slice of roasted meat. And still, the Captain hand fed it to me with a sense of care and gentleness. I almost smiled at how tender he was, and then I remembered what he had done to me earlier and it wiped the smile from my face. 

"Are you still hungry, prince?" The Captain asked when I finished the meat. I shook my head, staring at him. 

"No, I'm finished." I told him. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for more. I stared at him confusedly, making him sigh in frustration. 

"Always address me as Captain or Master, got it?" He told me. I flushed slightly before nodding my head slowly. 

"Yes... Captain," It felt like my entire integrity was breaking down to its most humble forms and I hated it. I was a prince and to be treated like this was heinous. The Captain grinned wickedly at me. 

"Good. Then we can move on to tonight's entertainment." He said before unshackling my hands. I slowly dropped my arms, rubbing over my shoulders to get the blood flowing again. I had barely gotten started, however, when he grabbed me by the hand and dragged me over to the bed. 

"On your knees, prince. And open your mouth wide for me." He said with his traditional smirk. I stared at him nervously before slowly doing as he asked; opening my mouth wide once I was on my knees. He then proceeded to take out his flaccid cock and showed it to me. 

"See this, prince? This is unacceptable. I want you to make it hard for me." The Captain said. I blushed fiercely and nodded slowly again. He grinned at me before placing his limp cock in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked softly. It tasted salty and it throbbed slightly against my tongue. 

I closed my eyes and made slow work of his cock, sucking carefully on it. The Captain seemed to be enjoying himself for he was groaning and gripping my hair. I could feel his erection start to grow in my mouth and it felt... Great. To know that I was the one turning him on made me feel proud of myself. But soon reality hit me again and I buried the pride deep inside my heart. Once his cock had hardened to capacity, the Captain slid it out of my mouth. His hand wrapped around it and rubbed slowly over it, his grip tight. 

"Want me to cum all over your pretty little face, prince? I bet you'd look great painted white." He said with a smirk. I blushed deeply and shook my head quickly. 

"Please don't." I said softly, sitting back. He growled and twisted my hair, pulling me back up onto my knees. I yelped and held onto his wrist as he forced his cock back into my mouth. I coughed and sputtered around his member as he began to thrust hard and fast. He was thrusting into the back of my throat and I couldn't help but feel my own cock grow hard. I loved how deep he was in my mouth, and to be honest, I loved how rough he was. 

The Captain continued to pump his large erection into my mouth, making me groan quietly. I eventually relaxed and opened my mouth wider for him, allowing more of his cock into me. He groaned and picked up the pace before eventually filling my mouth with his salty cum. I hungrily swallowed it all, licking it up from his throbbing erection. 

With a soft groan, the Captain pulled it out of my mouth. Taking a step back, he grinned mischievously at me. He must have been proud of me for swallowing without being commanded to. And I honestly felt proud, too. He stroked my hair and told me to stand up. I nodded and got to my feet, not bothering to cover my erection. The Captain whistled at the sight of my cock, his smirk returning to his face. 

"What a beautiful sight you are, prince. Why don't you lay on your back for me?" He said softly, gesturing towards the bed. I nodded and crawled onto it, lying on my back. The Captain grabbed my legs and spread them wide before folding them back. He told me to hold them still and I did so. He then stooped over and licked at my balls, sucking one of them into his mouth. I groaned out in pleasure, closing my eyes. His greedy lips pulled softly on it as he sucked, soliciting another groan from my lips. 

It wasn't long before I felt a wet finger against my entrance, carefully slipping inside of me. I groaned and arched my back. It was still sore from earlier but now it was just pure pleasure. I thrust back against his finger, wanting more inside me. I could feel the Captain's grin as he slid his entire finger into my ass. I groaned loudly and gripped my legs. It felt so good to have him inside me; I couldn't help but want more. I didn't know why I was thinking these thoughts, but it was too much trouble to worry about them. 

"Please fuck me, Captain..." I said to him, staring down at him with lust filled eyes. He quickly stood up and grinned widely. He pulled out his finger and pressed his cock against my entrance. 

"I thought you'd never ask." He said with a smirk. With a quick thrust, he slid his erection into my ass. I groaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He placed his hands on my folded legs and thrust hard and fast into me. I whined and groaned in pleasure as his cock pumped in and out of my body. It made me feel so good to have his member inside of me; I loved every second of it this time. 

I stared up at the Captain as he continued to thrust into my body, his nails digging into my legs. His face was contorted in an expression of pure bliss and it made me blush to see him like this. He also loved every second of this. I tightened my muscles around him and I issued another grunt from lips. I grinned and tightened my muscles when he began to pull out and loosened them as he pushed in. This was soon followed by a raucous of groans and whines from his own lips. 

"Oh, fuck, prince. You're gonna make me cum again." He panted softly. I grinned and rocked my hips against his body, wanting his cum all over me. He knew this and he quickly pulled out, painting my body white with his sticky cum. I panted hard, dropping my legs and collapsing back against the bed. 

The Captain fell onto the bed beside me and he softly kissed my face. I moaned quietly and scooted closer to him. His hand soon enclosed on my own member and he pumped it quickly. I groaned and arched my back, holding onto his arm. He licked and kissed at my neck as he continued to rub quickly. 

"Mmm, please bite me..." I whimpered softly. The Captain grinned widely and bit down on my neck, making me groan loudly. He bit again, this time sucking on the skin, and I wrapped a hand through his hair and pulled his head closer to me. I wanted so much more from him. I began to thrust up hard into his hand, bringing me closer and closer to my climax. He tightened his hand around my cock and soon I exploded with cum, letting it fall over his hand and my body. The Captain kissed my cheek and withdrew his hand, rubbing our cum into my skin. 

"What a good prince you are. I think it's time we both rested for tomorrow, okay?" The Captain said. I nodded and yawned loudly. He grinned and swept the covers over us. I turned on my side and looked over at the tray of food. I hadn't noticed it earlier but a bottle was lying next to the food on the tray. Squinting so I could read it, I suppressed a gasp upon seeing that it was a kind of aphrodisiac. I cursed under my breath as the Captain wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I lay stiffly in his arms before we both drifted off to sleep. 

Chapter Four 

I awoke confused and chained to a wall the next morning. I looked around the room bleary eyed, trying to make sense of what was happening. The previous day suddenly passed by my eyes, my mind flooding with memories. With a heavy sigh, I shook my head. I thought that yesterday was just a bad dream, but it wasn't; I was still living the nightmare. 

I turned my head and stared out the bay window, seeing the sun peeking over the horizon. Bright rays of its light glinted in my eyes and I assumed that was what woke me from my slumber. I looked over at the bed to see it neatly made and empty. Glancing at the door, I heard the Captain barking orders to his crew. I sighed again, looking down at the floor. 

I was still a captive among the pirate crew and I knew I wouldn't last long in the hands of the Captain. Looking over at the tray of food, I glared at the bottle full of aphrodisiacs. It angered me to know that he poisoned me to make me love what he did to me. But maybe it wasn't the aphrodisiacs. I stopped for a second, staring at the bottle. Maybe it was just a bottle of spice and maybe I secretly did love what he did yesterday. I shook my head again. There was no way that I could have loved it.  

Could I have, though? The feelings that I had been feeling felt so real and it seemed almost bizarre to think that I was poisoned. Maybe, just maybe, I had fallen in love with the Captain. I stared at the bed in horror. To think that I had actually fallen in love with my captor was crazy, insane. But, just maybe... 

The door suddenly opened and the Captain stepped into the room. He was wearing baggy black trousers with a white linen shirt, the top of it laced up to conceal his lean chest. His leather boots came up to his knees and clunked against the wooden floor as he walked towards me. He was donning a traditional pirate's hat with a black bandana wrapped up under it. 

"Good morning, prince. How did you sleep last night?" He asked pleasantly, his traditional smirk playing at the corner of his lips. I only sneered at him and looked away, noticing my heart starting to race as he neared me. 

"Now, now. How can you be so loving one night and crude the next morning?" The Captain asked with a smirk, touching my cheek. I glanced at him, feeling a blush rise to my face. His smirk grew wider. "There's the prince I came to adore." He patted my cheek softly before kissing my lips hard. I gasped against his mouth and stared at him wide eyed. I stayed stiff against the wall as he continued the kiss. His eyes closed and he was clearly enjoying himself. I, reluctantly, embraced the kiss, closing my own eyes. 

I felt his tongue flick against my lips and my heart jumped in my chest. It felt so odd against my skin, but I wanted it badly. I quickly opened my mouth and hesitantly sucked on it. The Captain moaned softly before licking over my tongue with his. I shivered and felt my cock start to harden. Crossing my legs, I tried to stop the sudden growth but it didn't help. The Captain felt my cock against his thigh and he leaned back from the kiss, staring down at my member. 

"Well, well. I see someone is enjoying themselves." He said with a grin. "Maybe you'll like some quick morning sex." He told me as he wrapped my legs around his waist. I bit my lip softly and slowly shook my head. 

"Please don't... I'm still sore from yesterday." I told him quietly, feeling my cheeks flush deeper. The Captain only smirked back at me. 

"Good. That means you're still perfectly tight." He said as he began to grind against my ass. I kept down a groan, squeezing my eyes shut and clenching my fists together. I couldn't believe I was enjoying myself. It was disgusting and made me sick to my stomach. But at the same time my heart seemed to skip a beat at his touch. My mind was tearing apart from the confusion of emotions inside my body; I needed to choose soon before I lost my sanity. 

I eventually relaxed my body and let him take control of me. The Captain stared at me in surprise before grinning widely and pulling down his trousers. His cock was completely hard and ready to go. My face flushed at the sight of it, but at the same time, my mouth watered and I yearned to have it inside me. 

"C-Captain?" I stammered quietly, staring at him nervously. He stopped and stared at me, waiting impatiently for me to continue. "Um, c-can I, uh, suck on it instead?" I asked him. My face burned with embarrassment but it was what I wanted at that moment. The Captain smirked widely and quickly nodded his head. 




The Captain and the Prince



"Of course, prince, just as long as you don't bite." He told me as he unshackled my hands. I dropped my hands and nodded my head, rubbing my wrists. 

"I won't, Captain." I said before slowly dropping to my knees. I was eye level with his cock and I bit my lip softly. It was throbbing slightly in the cool air of his bedroom and seemed to wave at me to put it in my mouth. Licking my lips, I leaned forward and softly kissed the top of it. Sticky pre-cum stuck to my lips as I gently peppered the head of his erection with kisses. I flushed slightly as I licked my lips, tasting his sweet cum. I shivered before leaning forward and taking the top of his cock in my mouth. 

I sucked softly, glancing up at him when I heard him groan. His hands enclosed on the back of my head, urging me to take more of him. I opened wider and slowly took half of his cock into my mouth. Sucking slightly faster, I closed my eyes, concentrating on his member. It tasted sweet and salty against my tongue. I began to bob my head along his member, soliciting more groans and grunts from his lips. I grinned slightly, sucking faster on his erection. My own erection throbbed in the air and yearned to be touched. Leaning back, I took his cock out of my mouth and quickly rubbed over it, my hands slick with spit. 

"Master, I'm so hard... Can I please touch myself?" I asked softly, blushing deeply. I had no idea what came over me but it felt so natural to talk to him like that. He smirked down at me and groaned, nodding quickly. 

"Yes, my pet. You can touch yourself. And make sure I can hear you groan." He told me. I nodded my head and quickly wrapped a wet hand around my own cock, rubbing fervently over it. I let out an exasperated groan, staring up at him with lust filled eyes. He shivered beneath my hand and quickly thrust up. His hands pushed down on my head, practically asking me to suck him dry. I quickly obliged and wrapped my lips around his member, sucking greedily. 

The Captain's groans filled the air once again, his hips bucking and thrusting into my mouth. I continued to suck hurriedly on his salty cock, rubbing over my own member. It felt so good to suck him off and touch myself at the same. I wanted more of him inside me but I couldn't fit in any more. I sucked as quickly as I could on his member, hearing him grunt in response. He loved this as much as I did. 

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned down, sucking on one of his balls. His hands tightened in my hair and he groaned loudly. My lips pulled greedily on it, my eyes closed in pleasure. I tightened my hand on my member as I rubbed even faster. Grunting against his ball, I came over my hand and onto the floor. I rubbed slower as I leaned back and sucked hard on the tip of his cock. The Captain grunted loudly himself and came hard into my mouth. I quickly swallowed his sweet liquid and sucked softly on the head of his cock. His fingers were wrapped tightly in my hair still, making me grin. 

I licked around the top of his cock before taking it out of my mouth. I then kissed along the throbbing length of it, humming contentedly. I loved how it tasted and I wanted it again. I didn't care what my mind said about him. I was his now and that wasn't going to change. Leaning back, I stared up at him while licking my lips. 

"How was that, Master?" I asked him quietly, grinning softly as I rubbed my hands over his thighs. The Captain looked down at me and grinned. 

"You were wonderful, my pet." He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers. I leaned into his fingers, smiling at the touch. "How about you do it again for me?" I dropped my smile and stared at him with blushing cheeks. 

"W-what? So soon? Shouldn't you wait a little while?" I asked him. He shook his head and grinned. 

"I can take it, easily. Do you mind if I bring in some company?" He then laughed and shook his head. "Of course you don't, what am I thinking? Just wait here, my pet." He patted my head and pulled up his trousers before walking over to the door. He called out three names and waited in the doorway. A few seconds later, three men filed into the bedroom, making me stiffen nervously. I bit my lip anxiously, watching them closely. The Captain closed the door behind them and walked further into the room. 

"Relax, boys. The beautiful prince here is going to put on a show for you. And you can enjoy yourselves as much as you'd like." The Captain explained, walking over to me again. I stared at the three men, blushing as they stared back at me with growing grins. My cock began to throb again at their attention and I had to look away. I couldn't believe it; first, I was falling in love with my captor, now I loved all of this attention! It was maddening! 

The Captain stood before again and he cleared his throat. I stared up at him nervously and he nodded his head. I slowly nodded back and pulled down his trousers. His cock was growing flaccid from misuse but I knew I could make it hard again. Once his pants were around his ankles, I leaned up and licked at the top of his cock. I closed my eyes and kissed it before taking the tip of it my mouth. I sucked softly, feeling my cock growing hard again. I heard the one of the other men groan and I peeked open an eye, glancing over at them. I saw that all three were sporting erections and were quickly pumping them with tight hands. I blushed deeply and squeezed my eyes shut. 

I couldn't believe that I was the one turning them on. Me. I was just an average man but to them, I guess I was something more. My cock throbbed hard at that thought, making me crave the Captain further. I quickly sucked as far down as I could, taking a little more than half his cock in my mouth. He groaned and quickly held onto my hair. Glancing up at him, I saw his head tilted back and his mouth parted slightly. I loved the way he looked and I wanted to satisfy his need more. I quickly began to bob my head along his erection, closing my eyes again. 

I heard a few more groans from the watching pirates, shivering under their stares. My cock throbbed hard in the open air and I wanted to touch it badly. But I didn't dare beg the Captain in front of the other pirates. I wasn't ready for that just yet. 

I continued to suck off the Captain, feeling his cock throb harder between my lips. I knew he was getting closer and I was ready to swallow every drop of his sweet cum. I sucked as hard as I could, bobbing my head faster along his erection. He grunted loudly and cum spewed out of his cock, filling my mouth. I hastily swallowed it, moaning softly as I sat back. At this point, my cock was leaking horribly and throbbed hard in the open air. The Captain grinned down at me in satisfaction as he pulled up his trousers. He looked over the three pirates before taking a step back from me. 

"Your turn, boys." He said with a smirk. I stared at the Captain wide eyed before looking at the fellow pirates. They quickly approached and fought over who was getting my head. I shut my mouth tightly and squeezed my eyes shut, feeling their cocks poke my cheeks and lips. 

"You better open up, pet. Or else I'll let them go somewhere else." I heard the Captain say. I blushed deeply, not wanting them anywhere else in my body. I reluctantly opened my mouth and felt a cock quickly push into it. I gagged softly before sucking slowly on it. I felt the other two pirates grab my hands and forcefully wrap my fingers around their cocks. Blushing deeply, I slowly jacked off their cocks as I sucked off the middle pirate. 

Their groans filled the air as I slowly pleasured them. My cock still throbbed, if not harder than ever. I never thought I would be around this many cocks at one time and it was overwhelming. The taste, the touch, the smell; I just couldn't take it. I slowly leaned back and wrapped a hand around the cock I was sucking on before moving my mouth to the handless cock, sucking hard on it. The pirate groaned loudly, pushing my hair back out of my face. I gave him an innocent look before slowly swallowing his cock. It was much smaller than the Captain's and it was very easy to get the whole thing in my mouth. But the pirate loved it and groaned in appreciation. I grinned and squeezed the other cocks playfully before rubbing faster. They all groaned and grunted in unison, making me shiver in pleasure. 

I moved my head to the next cock, moving my hands to accompany the other two. I sucked greedily on the pirate, making him groan and buck his hips. He was long and thin, making it hard to swallow his whole length. But I managed to fit quite a bit in my mouth and sucked him off quickly. It wasn't long before he came hard into my mouth. I groaned and swallowed all of it. The other two pirates groaned and pulled my head away from his member. With rough hands, they forced my head back and opened my jaw wide before fitting both of their cocks in my mouth. I gasped and stared up at them wide eyed as they both came simultaneously, filling my mouth with the sweet liquid. I coughed softly before quickly swallowing it. They groaned and grunted before slipping their members from my mouth. I stared up at the three of them, licking my lips. 

I looked over at the Captain when I heard him start to clap. A huge grin was on his face as he approached the four of us. He dropped his hands as he stared at me. 

"Well done, my pet. Did you have a good time?" He asked me. I blushed and smiled shyly, nodding my head slowly. I glanced down at my throbbing cock and the Captain did the same. "Do you want them to fix that problem of yours?" He asked me. I smiled a little wider and nodded again. 

"Yes please, Master." I stared up at the other pirates and showed off my erection. "Can you all help me with my problem?" I asked as I slowly rubbed over it. I let out a low groan, making all of them shiver in anticipation. I grinned as I felt their hands wrap around my arms and torso, pulling me to my feet and leading me over to the bed. One of them pushed me onto my back, their large hands fighting over my cock. I grinned and relaxed against the bed as two hands wrapped around my member and another one cupped my balls. I spread my legs wide, glancing around at their faces. All of those eyes and hands, it drove my body crazy with pleasure. I wanted so much more, my body practically screamed for more. 

"Can someone please touch my ass?" I asked to none of the pirates in particular. It didn't take long for them to fold back my legs and touch my entrance with a wet forefinger. I moaned softly as they continued to pump my cock with two hands, slowly fingering my ass as they worked my erection. It was such a great feeling that I thought I was going to cum. But I pushed back the feeling and let them continue to pleasure my body. I felt a pair of lips trail over my skin and moaned softly, arching my back up against them. 

"M-more, please... I need so much more." I begged to them. Soon I felt a second finger slide into my ass as more pairs of lips covered my body. I moaned and writhed in pleasure. Two pairs of lips enclosed on my nipples, sucking greedily on them. I grunted and arched my back up, curling my fingers in their hair. I felt so loved, so wanted, and it was an amazing feeling. 

The hands pumped my cock faster and felt a third finger slip into me. I groaned and felt my eyes roll around in my head. It felt like I was in heaven with all these men. What would feel even greater is if the Captain's cock was inside me. As if he could read my mind, I felt something stiff press against my lips. I opened my eyes to see that it was the Captain with his traditional smirk. I quickly enclosed my lips on it and sucked greedily. I moaned around his member as I felt the pairs of lips leave my nipples to explore my body, licking and nipping at my thighs and calves. Someone knelt between my legs and moved away all the hands. I glanced down at the pirate before he began to lick at my entrance. I trembled and groaned loudly around the Captain's cock, making him shiver. I began to quickly suck him off as the pirate pushed his tongue inside me. 

Bobbing my head quickly, I pleasured the Captain with my mouth as I watched the other two pirates jack off their hard erections again. I was about to be stained in white and I didn't care. I felt the pirate between my legs push his tongue deeper inside me as he quickly pumped my cock. My body couldn't take the pleasure anymore and I soon released with intense waves of pleasure. The sticky liquid painted my stomach and chest. I panted softly around the Captain's cock before quickly sucking again, glancing at the other pirate as he stood up and brandished his own erection, rubbing tightly over it. 

My skin was tight and my heart was racing from all of the men. It was driving my senses wild and I just wanted all of them touch me. I reached out with open hands, searching for a cock to hold on to. I soon found two, rubbing quickly over them. I heard the Captain say something before pulling his cock out of my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw the other pirate replace him. Opening my mouth wide, I quickly swallowed his member and sucked hard on it, feeling the Captain stand between my legs. I glanced down at him as he wrapped my legs around his waist and poked his cock against my ass. I immediately relaxed and allowed him to slip inside me. 

I let out a loud groan and tightened my hold on the other two men. I rubbed quickly over them, sucking greedily on the cock in my mouth. I felt like I was about to explode with pleasure as the Captain pumped his throbbing member into my body, filling me with his tremendous erection. I felt so alive among all of these men, I couldn't help but relax. I rubbed tighter and harder on the cocks in my hands, feeling them throb hard. They were nearing completion again and it wouldn't be long before they finished once more. I sucked as fast as I could on the cock in my mouth, bobbing my head quickly. The Captain was thrusting fast and hard into my ass, his hands tight on my hips. I loved every second of this and I didn't want it to end. 

But it wasn't long before the two pirates I was jacking off soon came, their cum splattering my chest and stomach. I rubbed slower over their cocks before they pulled away. I focused my attention on the one in my mouth, sucking as fast as I could. It wasn't long before he pulled out as well and came over my face. I wiped away some of the cum from my eyes and stared at the Captain. He still sported his usual smirk and was thrusting faster than ever into me. 

"You look amazing." He panted, his eyes traveling over my body. And at that moment in time, I felt amazing. I folded my arms behind my head and groaned loudly. 

"Thank you, Master. This is all for you," I said softly, closing my eyes. I could still feel his grin as he quickly pulled out and added his own cum to my body, painting my thighs and abdomen white. I relaxed against the bed and panted hard, listening to them pull up their pants and leave, one by one, before I was left alone on the bed. I smiled softly to myself, grabbing my cock and rubbing over it as I thought about what just happened... 

Chapter Five 

The next few days were a blur, all of them beginning with the Captain and ending with rough sex. I couldn't say I disliked it since it was quite enjoyable. It was strange how attractive I was finding him every day. Maybe he was just putting poisons in my food to make me think this way, but I truly was finding him more and more striking with every passing day. 

But, on the fifth morning of my kidnapping, something remarkable happened. I awoke in the Captain's bed, alone like usual. Slowly sitting up, I stretched out and ran my fingers through my hair. I was in bad need of a brush for my hair was getting tangled and messy. The bay window showed the bright orange sun glinting over the horizon. I smiled softly at the sight for I always enjoyed sun rises. 

Turning my head towards the door, I could hear the Captain barking out orders to his men. I grinned slightly, wishing I was the one he was commanding at that moment in time. I let out a sigh and fell back onto the bed, sprawling out on the blankets. The shouting continued outside the door and I decided to listen in on it. 

"Pull her to starboard, men... We're gaining on them... Look at them run, ha ha!" I heard the Captain shouting. I slowly sat up, staring at the door wide eyed. By the sounds of it, it was if they were going to attack another ship. As if on cue, there was a loud explosion outside the door, followed by a distant crunch. I gasped and hopped out of bed, running to the door and swinging it open. 

Sure enough, in the near distance, another airship was floating in the air, smoke billowing out of the port quarter. I stared at it wide eyed, trembling slightly. The Captain wasn't standing far from me and he turned to stare me, his face turned up in a wide smirk. 

"Ah, you're up! Welcome to the party, prince, for you're just in time!" He shouted over the clamor of men on board. I stared at him in fright before looking over at the other ship. It was starting to slowly descend to the Steppes below. I could just barely make out black dots of men running around on the enemy ship. I shook my head and quickly ran back into the Captain's cabin, slamming the door shut, hearing the Captain laugh out menacingly as I retreated. 

I couldn't believe he was attacking another ship. It was insane! He was already a wanted criminal, why would he put himself on the line like that? I shook my head again and sat on the edge of his bed. I only hoped that he would be okay... 

The raid went successfully, or at least it sounded like it did. It was a few hours since I last saw the ship but I didn't dare step out on the deck. I heard too many screams and too much drunken laughter to want to see what was going on. The Captain was still on the deck, but I couldn't tell if he was responsible for the screams or not. 

Suddenly, the cabin door burst open and the Captain stepped in with a naked trembling woman at his hip. He pushed her towards me, making her stumble and fall at my feet. I stared down at her before looking up at the Captain. He was smirking, like usual, as he closed the door behind him. 

"Prince, I want you to meet your new playmate. Her name is Alana. I hope you two will be the best of friends." The Captain said. I stared back down at her. She had fiery red hair and a pale complexion. Her body was curvy and tantalizing but... 

"But she's a woman." I said, looking back up at the Captain. The Captain only grinned and stepped towards the both of us. I felt Alana grab my leg and hold on for dear life. I instinctively stroked her hair to calm her down. 

"But I thought you weren't gay, prince. Or did you lie to me?" He questioned with a smirk. I blushed and bit my lip. 

"I... I think we both know the truth, Captain." I told him, not saying which I really was. He only shrugged and held his hands up in defeat. 

"I have no idea what you are. All I know is that I own both of you now and you better show her the ropes, or else the crew will have her." The Captain said with a smirk. As if to symbolize the terror Alana was feeling, a sudden scream split the air from the deck, quickly quieted down with a rough smack. I bit my lip and protectively wrapped my arms around her. 

"Please don't, Captain. I'll teach her. Just give her some time." I said nervously. The Captain smirked and nodded. He reached out and touched my cheek. 

"Of course, prince. Anything for you." He pinched my cheek before looking down at the red head. "Get on the bed with the prince." He told her. She stared at him in fright and looked up at me after a moment. I nodded my head at her and she slowly did as she was instructed. I wrapped an arm around her waist as she sat beside me, seeing her still trembling in fright.