by King, Dante
I thought of the terrible slaughter that I had just witnessed and remembered the crazy sight of the kraken swallowing that ship whole, along with the entire crew.
“I could go for a drink or any sort of distraction,” I said.
The Pirate Queen eyed the two of us, a calculating and slightly thirsty expression on her face.
“Just give me a second to compose myself, to marshal my thoughts,” Isobel said. “Come in when I call.” She added this last instruction in a voice that was used to being obeyed without question.
I could see that she looked excited, could see the flush in her cheeks and the sparkle in her eye. Obviously, all this talk of marshaling forces and the Arcane Council, of building armies, and life and death battles was like a red flag to a bull, as far as the Pirate Queen was concerned.
Isobel Galeflint wrenched open the door to what I assumed was her captain’s cabin, walked through, and slammed it behind her.
Mallory and I exchanged glances.
“What is it that she wants with us?” Mallory asked in a low voice.
From inside the captain’s cabin, we could hear the occasional dull thud and, inexplicably, the odd jingling sound.
I shook my head and raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, I have no idea. Even though I’ve only known her a couple of days, she hasn’t struck me as nuts, you know? Ruthless? Yes. Power-hungry? Unquestionably. But hanging from the chandeliers bat-shit coo-coo bananas crazy? Nope. Not at all.”
There was a creaking, another bit of jingling and then Isobel’s voice called out, “All right, get in here, you two! Now!”
Mallory and I entered the room, and I closed the door behind us.
I swallowed, my mouth having gone dry.
“It’s not a drink,” I managed to croak.
“But it is quite the distraction,” Mallory finished.
Chapter 17
Admiral Isobel Galeflint had undergone quite the transformation, and, in my opinion, it was one that suited her down to the ground.
Running my gaze over her suddenly very, very exposed body. Looking at her silky legs, heaving chest, and bared ass cheeks, I realized that she had undergone quite a dramatic wardrobe change too.
I mean, the first thing that I noticed, that anyone would observe, was the lack of pants. Gone were the short leather hot pants that she had worn above her high leather pirate boots. Gone, as well, were the leather pirate boots. She was now attired in thigh-high boots made of from a shiny PVC-like material and, above them, some sort of mesh and net body suit with a leather bra and panties—the panties and cups of the bra each having a full length zip so that her lady bits could be accessed should it be desired.
For the sake of keeping one last vestige of her authority, or so I thought, she was still wearing her leather and brocade admiral’s jacket, open, over the top.
What truly caught my attention, even more than the insanely hot outfit, was that Isobel was sitting in what I instantly recognized as a sex-swing.
I had never had the opportunity to use one of the contraptions myself, but I knew what it was. It was hanging from a ceiling beam, in a pool of light shining through the lead lined windows at the rear of the luxuriously appointed captain’s cabin.
It was basically a harness, made from leather, and fixed together with a series of metal rings. It supported and cradled the person sitting in it like the supple skeleton of a chair, but with none of the bits of a chair that might get in the way when…
Mallory made a little noise in her throat, something between a gasp of surprise and a swift groan of amorous interest.
I had to say, I was with her. Of all the things that I thought we might have been about to walk in on, this had not even made the top ten in the list of possibilities.
“Admiral Galeflint,” Mallory Entwistle said, taking a tentative step forward, “you seem to be in some sort of trouble.”
“You two are going to be in fucking trouble if you don’t get over here,” Isobel retorted, grinning her wicked grin. “As your admiral, and as someone whom you owe for saving your life with my kraken, I demand that the pair of you and me get it on, or the two of you might just find yourselves both hanging from the yardarm for insubordination.”
Mallory and I looked at one another. Personally, I didn’t think Isobel was being too serious, but it was always better to play it safe than sorry...
Isobel struggled in a theatrical fashion, like a Bond girl who had been tied to a slowly descending stake in the middle of a piranha pool. Her hands were tied above, her thin wrists stuck loosely through loops in the ropes that attached the sex-swing to the beam. Her legs were splayed out in front of her like the hands of a clock pointing to ten and two, kept spread by a thin metal bar that was cuffed to each ankle, making it impossible for her to close them.
I caught myself thinking that, had this kinky little set-up been hanging in my bedroom of the fraternity house, I would’ve been more than a bit excited about the prospect of being a part of it. Dangling as it was in the captain’s cabin of a ship that would have made the Queen Anne’s Revenge look like a rowboat, with a sexy half-naked female pirate strapped into it… Yeah, that was a lot cooler.
“Are you going to stand there goggling like a cod that’s just been pulled from the sea, or are you going to secure the prisoner?” Isobel hissed at us.
Mallory stepped forward and tightened the cords around the Pirate Queen’s wrists so that she was well and truly fixed.
Isobel struggled in her restraints again, testing her bindings, the muscles in her toned stomach standing out as she heaved this way and that. All she succeeded in doing, though, was rocking the sex-swing—she didn’t spin or revolve, as the swing was secured by a strap to the floor.
“Ah, it’s good to see that someone can take an order around here,” the Pirate Queen said, her eyes flashing lustfully.
Mallory was attired in her usual plain white dress that reminded of some priestess or angel. She stepped out of Isobel’s line of vision and walked over to a small cabinet, the door of which was ajar. She pushed the door of the cabinet fully open and gave a little throaty chuckle of amused delight.
“Ah, and you’ve found the very stash of instruments that I was hoping you would,” Isobel said. “I was thinking to myself that you must have been either extremely lucky or extremely clever to sneak around behind the Arcane Council’s back in their very capital, right under their noses. I see now that it was most certainly the latter. You carry yourself like royalty and yet you have the fucking cunning and inquisitive mind that would make you one hell of a formidable pirate, should you ever the feel like heeding the call of the high spectral seas.”
The Holy Mage clapped her hands. She reached into the cabinet and ran her fingers along some things that I could not see from where I stood in front of the bound and supine figure of the Pirate Queen.
“That,” Mallory said in impeccably crisp and proper accent, but with an undercurrent running that might have been ardor, “is one of the loveliest offers that I have been made in quite some time. I’m not usually one for the violent and rough and tumble life, but I can be a sucker for flattery.”
“Well,” I said to Isobel, “you seem to know exactly how you want this to pan out. Can I ask what you have in mind? What’s with the dress-up? Do we have permission to freestyle with you?”
“I wanted to know if you could be trusted, Mr. Mauler,” Isobel said. “I wanted to know if you’d do what I asked without trying to fuck me, in the metaphorical sense. After witnessing you hold those two raiding boats at bay, and seeing who your allies are,” and here she cocked an eye over her shoulder at Mallory, who was still fingering objects in the cupboard, “I admit that I am impressed. Now, to seal our little friendship pact, I want to have some fun with you and this ethereal mate of yours. Would you mind terribly if we engaged in some—I’m not sure of the word you might use for it on Earth.”
“I think the term you’re looking for is BDSM,” I said.
“BDSM?”
the Pirate Queen repeated. “And what would that stand for?”
“Bondage, discipline, domination, submission, sadism and masochism,” I said. “Does that sound about right?”
Isobel gave me a coy grin, one that must have set many a pragmatic heart to making foolish mistakes. “Oh yes, that sounds like something I could get my teeth into.”
“That’s what you want Mallory and I to be a part of with you?” I asked. “And you want us to give you a bit of tough love, is that it?”
“Yes and yes, I’ll happily have all three of us be a part of it. Anything short of putting bamboo under the fingernails is okay with me,” replied the squirming Isobel.
I puffed out my cheeks, feeling the tingle of excitement beginning to grow in the pit of my stomach. “Well, all right, then. Excellent. I mean, I’m sure that Mallory and I will be more than willing subjects if the alternative is us having to do the hemp fandango.”
I could see the wanton desire building and welling up from the depths of Isobel’s gray eyes. I knew that what was about to happen was going to be one for the fucking ages, personally speaking. I had never tried much bondage or anything like that, but that was not because I wasn’t interested in dipping a toe in the pool. It was simply because the opportunity had never presented itself.
As excited as I was, I also figured this was part of the test that I had to pass to ensure that I, and the rebel forces orchestrated by Reginald Chaosbane, secured the loyalty of Isobel Galeflint. I needed to leave her feeling like she had had the fuck of her life, if I wanted to make sure that she was on our side.
“You two have slept together before, yes?” the Pirate Queen asked as I slowly kicked off my boots.
“Actually,” I replied, looking at Mallory who was standing behind Isobel and starting to unfasten to clips of her white gown, “no, we haven’t quite gotten there yet. Have we, Mallory?”
With a magnificent disdainful shrug, Mallory shrugged her elegant shoulders and slipped out of her dress. The white material pooled around her feet like liquid starlight, and she stepped out of it.
“There are many things that benefit from taking time to resolve,” she said, bending down to pick up her dress.
Completely naked, she padded back over to the cabinet, put her gown over the back of a beautifully carved chair, and removed a paddle and whip from the cupboard.
I looked at Isobel Galeflint. I could see her ample breasts rising and falling with excitement, could see the tremor and flicker in her leg and arm muscles as she strained subconsciously against her bonds.
I figured that, under that that leather netted bikini type thing that she had on, her pussy was most likely already starting to moisten. Even as I watched, her chest rose and fell more deeply, her breath coming heavily as she waited to see what would happen next—and whether or not Mallory was going to be tentative in her ministrations.
For my part, I stepped over to where the Pirate Queen sat, legs spread, completely at mine and Mallory’s mercy.
“Justin, take this,” Mallory said, and she handed me the small horse whip. It was an innocuous-looking thing, but so were a lot of normal things until you put them to abnormal uses.
I walked around Isobel, examining her. As I circled her, I tapped her here and there with the small whip. It was wooden handled, with five or so thin, foot-long leather thongs coming out of it. I slapped it lazily across the Pirate Queens naked thighs, across her taut abdominals, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from the bound woman. I traced the thongs up one boot, across the metal bar that kept her legs spread and down the other.
“Oh, I knew that you were one to watch, Justin Mauler,” Isobel said. “I knew I needed to keep my eye on you. The way that Barry defers to you on most decisions, the way that your female companions give you the glad eye… Oh, yes, you are a man to watch, no bloody mistake.”
Her inability to do anything due to her restraints was evidently becoming more and more of a frustration for Isobel Galeflint. She looked as if she longed for some physical contact, not this teasing, but I continued to walk around her.
As excited as I was to indulge in a little bit of the old kinbaku with Isobel, I was just as keen to bump uglies with Mallory Entwistle. The former priestess was a vision of pale beauty, standing naked in the light streaming through the cabin windows. The reflected light of the ocean dappled her bare skin and danced over her juicy tits, which were half hidden by the golden hair that fell down her shoulders.
“Touch me,” Isobel growled. “Do something to me. Anything.”
“You’re no admiral anymore,” I said, starting to rise to my role, as my cock rose in my pants. “You’re nothing more than a low-down, dirty bilge rat.”
I stopped at Isobel’s head and ran the handle of the whip around her lips. Obediently, the Pirate Queen opened her mouth, and I slipped the handle inside. Isobel, becoming more and more turned on by the second, started to run her tongue over the smooth handle and then to suck on it gently, all the while looking up at me standing over her.
“By the end of this,” Mallory said, coming to lean down behind Isobel, “you’re going to give us your solemn and unbreakable word that you’ll side with us against the Arcane Council.”
Isobel said nothing and continued to suck on the handle of the whip, but her eyes looked mischievously sideways at Mallory.
I removed the whip from her mouth, letting a thin string of spit fall across her naked breasts, and hit her softly across the chest with the leather thongs.
“Did you hear what your master Mallory said,” I asked in a hard voice.
Isobel, with slow deliberation, spat on the floor between my bare feet.
I struck her softly across the chest again.
“Did you damned well hear?” I asked again.
Isobel tried to spit between my feet again but, suddenly, Mallory’s deceptively strong hand was across her mouth, gagging her. Clutching the wooden paddle in one hand, the Holy Mage unzipped one of the leather cups on Isobel’s kinky bra and, seizing the erect, pink nipple that was suddenly exposed, gave it a sharp twist.
Isobel moaned through Mallory’s hand and closed her eyes. Mallory held the other woman’s nipple for a few seconds and then released. The electric current of pleasurable pain that looked to be passing through the bound pirate seemed to be shut off at the mains.
“Tell me you understand what the deal is here,” I said. “Tell me that you’ll swear fealty to our cause, against the Arcane Council.”
“No,” Isobel said, looking me square in the eye and hitting me with one of the most licentious smiles I’d ever seen outside of a porno.
“Fine,” I said, “then I guess Mallory and I will just have to enjoy ourselves without you for a little while. Mallory, come here, please.”
Mallory, still clutching the wooden spanking paddle, came over to stand next to me. She put one hand around my shoulder and, together, we gazed down at the helpless pirate.
As we ran our hungry gazes over her, I released the magic that held my clothes together. The morphing cloak that Igor had given me months before, and could transform into any outfit that I required, slipped from my shoulders. I was left standing naked as the day I was born, with a boner that I could have used in a prison camp to break rocks.
“Well, blow me down!” Isobel uttered softly, staring avidly at my spam javelin.
“Funny you should say that.” I turned to Mallory. “On your knees, please, and show Isobel here how it’s done.”
Without so much as a flicker of facial muscles, Mallory dropped to her knees, took my cock in hand, and slid the whole length of it slowly into her warm, wet mouth.
I let out an unfeigned sigh of contented ecstasy. My right hand grabbed a fistful of the soft golden hair and began to thrust my pole deeper into Mallory’s mouth.
I watched Isobel while Mallory sucked me off like a Dyson that had been hanging out with the wrong crowd and watching the wrong kind of movies. Her face was a picture of frustrated longing, her eyes feasti
ng on the sight of Mallory giving me one of the all-time dirty blowjobs.
The Holy Mage, in juxtaposition of her wholesome outward appearance, was obviously loving playing the submissive slut to me. She was making little moaning sounds and gagged softly whenever the top of my schlong touched the back of her throat.
When my shaft was good and slick with Mallory’s saliva, I pulled it out of her mouth and lifted the blonde woman to her feet. I turned her around and pushed her forward. Mallory was forced to grab hold of the straps that held the sex swing to the cabin ceiling so that she didn’t fall over. Her heavy breasts hung down, right in front of the Pirate Queen, who was looking on with wide, lust-filled eyes.
Without warning, I spread Mallory’s tight ass, slid my prick into the tight confines of her sex, and began thrusting into her from behind. I made sure to lock eyes with Isobel while I started to fuck the other woman right in front of her, careful to keep a little smile on my face. That smile communicated to her that all she had to do was promise that she would help us out in our guerilla war with the Arcane Council and I would share the love with her.
“You fucking tease,” she said to me, her eyes shining with respect and longing. “You fucking pair of teases.”
Mallory was making happy little gasping noises as I thrust into her. She obviously hadn’t surrendered herself completely to her pleasure, though, because she reached out and freed the Pirate Queen’s other jug from the confines of the zip-up bra.
She twisted her other nipple this time, harder and slower than she had done before. Isobel lay her head back and twitched spasmodically as the current of lust looked to crackle through her, from her chest to her groin.
The interrogation continued in this way for a few more minutes—with me occasionally asking the same question in a quiet but commanding voice while I fucked the Holy Mage in her holy hole from behind.
Isobel refused to give me a definite answer and was punished with some harsh nipple play from Mallory. Both the left and right cups of the admiral’s saucy leather bra were open so that both her breasts were on show, and Mallory pinched and pulled mercilessly at the Pirate Queen’s traitorous nipples, which stood rock-hard and erect in the glare of the sunlight, until they were both red and angry.