“Oh god, you’re going to kill me!” Doc cried out as she was forced against him by his hand holding onto her back and his hips crashing into her between her legs. It was hard to tell if she was moaning in delight or screaming in fright as she was savagely used by the pirate to quell his raging urges.
“He made me walk the plank!”
“Wait, wait! Slow down, you brute!” Doc pleaded as she was forced to bounce atop the man’s pelvis, with him lying on an outside bench while slamming the butterfly girl down onto his manhood with merciless might. Her hands were unable to escape the grip of just one of his while her hips were made to plunge his erection deep into her with each powerful heave of them he commanded with his other hand.
“He plundered my chest!”
“Watch it with that thing!” Doc cried out, being pinned beneath the large man as he used her breasts to envelope his throbbing manhood. Thrusting against her chest and between the squishy mounds he kept the butterfly screaming and kicking beneath him as he threatened to knock out her teeth or poke out her eye with his protruding erection.
“He bombarded my poop deck!”
“Oh my god!” Doc moaned, her hands tied above her to the mast while the captain was now thrusting into her darker hole from behind. The butterfly kicked the open air beneath her as she screamed and felt the man filling her up far more than any of her personal toys ever managed to achieve before. Despite the hole being sized smaller for him, the captain had no trouble pushing deep into her with each thrust he made, and showed no mercy towards her as he made it clear he was going to resize her to match his needs no matter how difficult and tight it may be.
“He forced me to drown in the salty sea!”
What words Doc attempted to say between her hoarse gasps and whimpers were completely lost, the screaming butterfly now being on her knees with her arms and legs tied behind her and head being forced down onto the salty meat of the pirate captain who sat before her. Even in the raging storm the man’s focus never left the butterfly who gagged and sputtered around his shaft as she endured him plunging it deep into her throat with equal vigor as before.
“He gave this butterfly the skullfucking of her life!”
Again Doc’s words were completely slurred and incomprehensible, a look of sheer bliss on her face with eyes rolling in her head as she was assaulted by the captain and his unbreakable personal sword. On her knees and struggling to remain upright as she wavered in her balance, the butterfly was lost in complete ecstasy as the man had a firm grip on her head and was plunging his manhood all the way into her ear like it was a-
“Wait, wait, hold it!” Kitten shouted in disbelief. “That’s not what skullfucking means, you idiot! This is all nothing but complete bullshit!”
“Excuse me,” Doc snootily argued. “Who was the one being ravaged by a hulking man of the seas in this tale? Was it you? No, it wasn’t. It was me. So let me tell the story here, okay?”
“What man of the seas? You were on a marooned ship in the middle of a barren wasteland. And like hell he fucked you in the ear, that’s not even possible!”
“Anyway, back to the story that I was telling and not you… and then he broke my mind and turned me into his personal sex slave!”
“No, I’ve heard enough of this crap. This is nothing but a waste of-… wait, what was that last part? He did what to you?”
Deep within the bowels of the ship the butterfly’s passionate cries could be heard as they continued strong for days on end. Inside the private chamber for the captain of the vessel were all the amenities needed for him to stow away not just treasure and valued belongings, but also his newest pet that he had chained to a bench in the middle of the room. Illuminated by lantern’s light and shimmering golden treasure was the captain going strong as usual into the butterfly who cried out with a blushing face, glazed eyes that were unfocused, wings lying limp under her, and legs spread by way of chains that allowed the captain to continue ramming his own mast into her flooded cave. The constant slamming of his hips against her, the thunderous beating of her heart pounding inside her head, her echoing cries sounding off that only elected laughter from the man; Doc could only hold onto her senses for so long as she was ravaged by the man and his never-ending lustful mauling.
“Pl… please!” Doc begged as she climaxed again with a heavy moan. “No… no more! I need to rest… I need to rest!”
“There be no rest for you, me little butterfly!” the captain laughed as he continued going strong into her. “I’d be a damn shame to lop off your head and bring a cold chill to your ripe body, so you’re going to live from this day forward as me personal cocksleeve. You wanted a good fucking, so I’ll be sure to give you that for the rest of your life! Yaar, har har har!”
“You monster! You brute! You animal! Fuck, this is too intense! I can’t… I can’t… I can’t go on!” Doc screamed as she started laughing manically. She went off the deep end momentarily before shrieking in ecstasy as the captain plunged deep into her and flooded her with his seed yet again. Her lustful cry was long and hard as she felt her body dropping into an ocean of bliss while her senses were drowning in pleasure that the captain was intent on filling her with.
“For three weeks I was tamed by the mighty captain,” Doc purred in delight. “Three weeks of constant torture, rape, and love. It was like a dream come true. It was all that I ever wanted in life.”
“That… actually sounds pretty romantic if you ask me,” Kitten had to agree with.
“For three weeks he trained me to be his sex slave. And then another three weeks after that he trained me to be his loyal mate. It was enough to beat the fucking monster out of me and turn me into an honest, respectable butterfly. It was my captain himself who taught me the value of life and to always hold it in the highest regard. Of equality, mercy, compassion, and love. That, and to know who I truly was in this world.”
“There you go, you fucking bitch,” the captain laughed as he fastened a collar around Doc’s neck. The butterfly was obediently kneeling before the man, eyes twitching and having trouble focusing while her hands were held up in pawing gestures as she panted and barked like a dog for her man. Her bare body had cuts and bruises on it from where she had been bound in chains, whipped with crops, burned by candlewax, and spanked sore and red during her long stay with the man. The dangling chains above in the rafters only caused her to squirm and grow excited for more love from her man, the smell of fire and smoke caused her to heat up inside as she wished to be tortured more by her captain, and the mere sight of the mighty man before her was enough to keep a steady stream of excitement flowing down between her legs.
“Yaar, har har har! With that you’re mine forever! You’ll wear that collar till the day you die like the dog you are, or until I get bored with ya and lop off your head! Hahahaha!”
“Thank you, my captain!” Doc squealed as she held onto the collar. “I swear I shall always treasure this gift and think only of you for as long as it’s attached to my neck. It’s just what I’ve always wanted, even though I never realized it or dreamt of it or even considered having one before! Thank you so much for making me yours! I love you with all my heart and soul, Captain Dreadnight!”
The captain laughed heartily as the butterfly embraced his waist and started passionately kissing his crotch, with his loud bellowing reaching far and wide around his stranded ship that remained in the middle of nowhere with not even a small source of water to be seen anywhere in sight.
*****
After the story was told, Kitten was left staring at Doc in bewilderment about many things she just heard. Even her counterpart was speechless as there were aspects of the doctor’s story that didn’t seem to have any credible foundation to them. Eirene was merely looking over her fingernails without a care while Star was struggling to endure being bloated and filled with the butterfly’s elixir once again as it had finally stopped being pumped into her by the doctor’s weird machine. Doc of course was sighing happily in delight a
s she reminisced about her loved one, hand gently caressing her collar while the other was slowly running down between her legs as she quivered with exhilaration.
“Oh, captain, my captain,” Doc breathed out while staring off into space.
“That story just raises a lot more questions,” Kitten finally said.
Doc giggled then laughed hysterically as she yanked out Star’s mouth tube and pushed her head forward so she could expel a river of fizzling tonic and dead seeds out of her into the basin below.
“And that’s when this butterfly became a revered and genius doctor who would go on to save countless lives thanks to her beauty and talents,” she proudly declared. “A predictable ending, sure, but a happy one nonetheless.”
“A predictable… what?” Kitten replied in disbelief. “What are you talking about? That entire story made no sense! And how did you go from being a crazed murderer to a man’s sex slave and then a peaceful doctor of this town? How did that happen?”
“Oh, that? He dared me,” Doc told her as Star finally got the last out of her stomach. Kneeling down Doc removed the tubes in the jinx’s other holes, allowing them to pour their contents into the basin while she smiled happily up at the confused cambion.
“Yes, I believe it was after being his pet for three months that he made a comment about me supposedly never being able to refrain from butchering people should I ever go free. I took him up on that and dared him to put one of his crewmembers I didn’t already butcher on the table and let me operate on them, and that I wouldn’t kill the poor bastard in doing so.”
Standing back up Doc crossed her arms with a smug grin while Kitten was only watching her and not the furiously gushing waterfalls of fluid and melted seeds pouring out of Star that the cat yowled heavily from experiencing yet again.
“And I’m proud to say that after four attempts I proved him wrong. And that, my good friend, is how Doc became the doctor of Eden.”
“Uh… huh,” Kitten slowly answered with. “See, the part about you killing four more people under your knife seems more believable than the rest of that nonsense. And besides, if you were enslaved and made into his sex pet, how come you’re here and he’s not? Did you escape from him? Or… kill him? You killed him, didn’t you?”
“Of course not,” Doc argued waving a hand. “I could never escape the love of my life. I love him after all. This collar is a symbol of the bond we share, how I am eternally linked to him, and how I am forever his one and only butterfly of love and desire. There’s nothing that could ever come between my dear Captain Dreadnight and myself. You hear me? Not a damned thing in all of Eden can ever tear us apart.”
“So where is he now?”
Doc merely shrugged with a small murmur, to which silence befell the room afterwards while Star finally got everything out of her and was catching her breath with quiet, shaky mews. After a while and seeing that there was no further answer coming her way from the strange doctor, Kitten opened her mouth to speak about the many glaring flaws in Doc’s story before Eirene spoke up first.
“Doc?” she asked, hopping off the bench and straightening her outfit. “Are you going to be okay with tending to Star on your own? I’m sure Kitten would love to see more of the town and reunite with her friend.”
“Sure, I’ve got this one covered,” Doc agreed with a salute. She grabbed hold of the filled basin, dragged it over to the drain, and then heaved it up to pour the contents away while giggling excitedly. “Shouldn’t be but a few more rinses, and then this kitty cat will be as good as new! A little tired and traumatized perhaps, but otherwise as good as new!”
“Perfect,” Eirene said, taking hold of Kitten’s hand and leading the confused cambion after her. “We’ll be back soon, Star. Just relax and let Doc take care of you. And remember, the Stonegate salmon is one of many delicacies that will be waiting for you after this is over. Stay strong and you shall be greatly rewarded.”
“Wait, where are we going?” Kitten asked, looking back to Star who weakly mewed at her with exhausted breaths then to Eirene as she led her towards the door. “Hold on, I’m not leaving Star alone with that nutjob!”
“Mean words cut deeper than serrated steel, dearie,” Doc called over to her, and then looked down in curious thought. “Or do they? Hmm, I’ll need to test that sometime soon to confirm. Oh drat, that’s going to be bothering me something fierce until then.”
“You’re seriously intending to leave Star in the hands of that lunatic?” Kitten demanded. “Are you as crazy as she is? Did you not hear that nonsensical babble she just spewed out?”
“Many times,” Eirene told her, stopping in front of the door while glancing back to Kitten. “And I’ve heard many different versions of the story too. Pirates. Ninjas. Ghosts. Giants. Each and every time she tells that story it’s a different tale, a different setting, and a different reason for her being wherever she is during it.”
Turning to face the puzzled cambion Eirene noticed Doc was now hauling the empty basin back towards Star, with the jinx shaking her head and meowing desperately for the procedure to be over with already.
“But during each and every variant of her story, there’s two things that are always the same,” the copycat informed Kitten. “That Captain Dreadnight is the one who mates with her, and he’s the one who gives her that collar she wears every single day of her life. She could take it off whenever she wants; it’s not bound by lock and key. It’s a simple latch on the back, it could come off with a flick of the hand, yet she never takes it off, ever.”
Kitten looked back to Doc questionably as the butterfly was happily talking to Star while shoving the tubes back into her lower holes, with the cat yowling and shaking her head as she struggled to free herself from her binds to no avail.
“I don’t know what her true past is,” Eirene admitted. “Nobody does. We have no idea what Doc was really like before she came here. All we know is that she did come here, and we’ve been most thankful for that. Wherever she learned about medicine and healing others, however she learned it, she learned well, and she puts that talent to great use here.”
“She’s crazy,” Kitten commented.
“Who cares?” Eirene retorted, earning a curious look from the demon. “She’s never once gone around murdering others since coming here, she’s never caused any problems with the residents or our patients; she’s only been our best doctor and saved many of us time and again with her skills. She saved Kroanette’s life. She’s going to save Star’s. She saved mine, Kitten. And Lucy’s. When my daughter had a fever that threatened to end her life, Doc fixed her up like it was nothing. Everyone around here loves her and appreciates all she’s given us. We don’t care if she’s a little eccentric.”
“Again, your definition of the word ‘little’ is wholly misleading,” Kitten dryly mentioned. Looking back to seeing Doc again starting up her machine to flood Star with her medicine, much to the muffled protests of the bound jinx, Kitten slowly breathed out before turning to Eirene with a sharp eye.
“Still, seeing as I have no choice but to wait and see if your doctor really can help Star, I suppose I’ll let her try with whatever weird and disturbing methods she deems necessary.”
“To be fair, this isn’t the most disturbing method she has for dealing with a patient,” Eirene warned with a smirk. “Pray you never get the flu in Stonegate. She’ll cure you, but you won’t like how she goes about it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. For now, how about you do as you said and show me around this place a bit more? Maybe explain just what the hell is going on down here in your little secret cave. Or better yet you can show me that Kroanette is indeed alive and well like you’ve all been claiming.”
“Little, eh?” Eirene chuckled in amusement. She opened the door and led Kitten out into the hallway, the copycat stealing one last glimpse of Doc laughing manically as she cheered at Star swelling up again with the elixir, before she slowly closed the door with a low creak.
“Perhaps w
e both share a misleading definition of that word.”
Chapter 9
Teatime with an Alpha
In the world of Eden, there were many ways of resolving conflict. The most often method used was typically violence, as that was one way to resolve an issue very quickly if one managed to overpower or even kill their challenger. Another was sitting down to discuss different opinions and come to a peaceful resolution, something that wasn’t always used when force was a quicker, more easily achievable solution. However, even when using words, the battle could still be rather fierce in its own right, especially if the nature of the discussion was a difficult one.
A skilled warrior would be victorious with a blade. For a sage, a sharper rhetoric would win the day.
*****
In the latest hours of the night peace was finally beginning to fall over the elven encampment. After a joyous celebration with their revered heroes and rekindling of their spirits from hearing that their savior was crusading through the land to bring a brighter future for their future generations, the women and children of the elven community were settling down for a good night’s rest. With bellies filled and energy well spent during the party, many were falling asleep quite quickly while some were wide awake and gazing distantly at the twinkling stars above, lost in thought about the man who dared challenge the belief that they were not monsters but instead normal women. Rangers were patrolling their home and nearby woods, always vigilant for any unwelcome visitors that may disturb the peace, and also were escorting their honored guests back to their home atop a nearby hillside.
“That was so much fun,” Cindy giggled, a blissful look on her face and a line of drool running down her chin. “So many happy people around me, and so many delicious foods to eat. This has been one of the best nights of my life.”
“You sure did eat a lot,” Alyssa agreed with a curious eye on the sand wraith. “Definitely an omen that we need to be careful you don’t eat us out of house and home.”
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