“Gooooood seeeexxxxx!” he hisses with pleasure.
He’s not wrong. He pounds my tight pussy with the furious pace of a rutting beast. The ridges of his cock rub inside my tight hole, batter my clit, and the slimy secretions of his body drip down from my stretched folds. It’s a raunchy, intense, building pleasure. I moan and one of the other swaugins steps towards me. I don’t hesitate to suck his briny cock, bobbing on his bulging ridges while the leader plunders my pink pussy.
The leader of the swaugins keeps speaking as he fucks my clutching cunt.
“We hanging out! So good to hang out! Have fun together and sex!”
“MMmmmhmmhm!” I agree, slurping all over the swaugin cock thrusting between my lips.
“Too good! Make spawn now!”
It’s too late to stop him. I’m going to be bred by the swaugin and that realization sends a thrill through my body.
The swaugin thrusts into me with total abandon, hissing and clicking with his pleasure. This seems to trigger similar excitement in the swaugins crowded around me, as they begin to explode all at once. I am showered in hot streams of swaugin spunk. Briny goo pumps into my mouth in hot gushes and I gulp it down. Hot swaugin seed sprays my womb and nothing else matters. There is a flash behind my eyes and a hot spike of pleasure far more intense than any orgasm I have ever known.
I wail and gurgle around the cock spurting into my mouth. I throw my hips back, sheathing the leader’s cock in my creamy cunt and taking every drop of the swaugin’s cum. The monster in front of me slides his cock from my mouth and his residual spunk drips down my chin and dangles in a lengthening strand.
“Gods, yes, I love it,” I cry out, knowing only joy as I realize my destiny. I was born for this. Born to be fucked and bred by slimy swaugins.
There are so many of them to breed me too! They rise from the surf, fucking me under the sun, hissing with pleasure as they each take their turn with the maiden of the beach. They fuck me until my pale skin reddens and all my holes are frothy with their musky spunk and sore from being fucked. I collapse, used up and near to passing out from exhausting. The leader returns to me and strokes my weary face.
“We go home now,” he says.
He carries me into the sea, down below the waters and to a bubble of air woven into a cage of kelp. I pass through the bubbles membrane and find myself in a surprisingly spacious chamber. This is where it will happen. This is where I will breed thousands of swaugins.
And I couldn’t be happier.
CONTINUE >
Drinking makes me sleepy
I’m about to answer the pretty pirate with something appropriately feisty, when I am caught in the throes of a massive yawn. The sort of yawn summoned by a staying up a full day and night. The yawn of a woman who has slept on cave floors and in dungeons for the past week. Is it only a week? It seems like months.
“Well?” Delfina raises an eyebrow. “Fighting or fucking?”
“Neither,” I admit. “I’m boring, Delfina. Drinking this much makes me sleepy.”
“Really?” She seems disappointed. “I misjudged you. I thought you had the sea in your belly, but you’re just a landlubber at heart.”
“Born and raised in the mountains. Had scarcely left Lesser Crudridge before I met Zimon.”
“You poor, ignorant girl,” says Delfina, stroking my face with a gentle hand. “Perhaps I’ll show you the open seas someday. But I suppose you should get some rest. Go on, have a nap. I’ll watch over you.”
“Thank you,” I say, rolling wearily off the mossy rock I am sitting on and onto the floor of the jungle. Fortunately, the bed of foliage over moist soil are a lot more comfortable than even a bedroll on a rocky floor. I curl on my side and seem to only close my eyes for an instant before the world stops wobbling and I am pulled into a dream.
I am back in my family’s store in Lesser Crudridge, Ardora’s Goods and Bads, and my father and grandfather have left the shop in my hands. I have the feeling they are doing something frivolous, like getting drunk or maybe visiting one of the harlot wagons that occasionally wheel through the town to service the miners. Zimon is there, so dashing in his fine robes and with his neatly trimmed beard and salt-and-pepper hair. He has the appearance of both a gentleman and a rogue, which makes it hard for me not to stare at him. I know I should be wary of him, that he will break my heart and lock me in a dungeon, but I cannot stop thinking about touching him and kissing him.
He brings several boxes of bath soap up to the counter. Nothing exotic, just the sort of local concoction a weary bakery girl might use to fill her tub with sweet-smelling water to have a soak after a long day at the ovens.
“You hate me, don’t you?” asks Zimon, pushing the boxes across the counter.
“What? No! Nothing like that.” I begin tallying up the boxes. “Nine silvers.”
“You should,” he says, sliding the coins across to me. “I am going to take you on an adventure and then trap you in a dungeon. I’m going to curse you with fertility and fill the dungeon with horny monsters. But that doesn’t matter, does it? You still want me. What I stand for.”
I try to refuse him, but I can’t. I smile sweetly as I place the boxes of soap into a flour sack. “You must have one hell of a bath planned tonight.”
“Oh, but I do,” he says and he reaches across the counter and lifts my chin with a finger. I gaze into his steely eyes and feel a hot pang in my loins. “Don’t worry, Beatrix Ardora. I will always be the adventure you crave.”
And then, with the perfect illogic of a dream, we are naked, in a huge, steaming tub filled with sweet-smelling, milky blue water. My pert breasts break the surface, glistening with the soap, and Zimon reaches around me, cupping my mounds and pulling my back against his chest. He kisses my shoulder up to my slender neck. He nibbles at my earlobe as his fingers tease my buds and his hands squeeze and shape my mounds.
“Which of my beasties will finally have their way with you, I wonder,” he whispers against my ear, sending hot desire reaching into my core. “You should have let the slime take you alongside Nellie. She’s so happy, you know. Plopping out little slimelings. Oh, she will make such a wonderful mother for them. Until the slime gets hungry.”
His hand slides down my body and presses between my legs. His fingers press against my clit, opening me to the warm, soothing water. He pushes a finger inside me. Another. I lean my head back against his shoulder and croon with pleasure. It feels so good, even though I hate him. I shift against him as he pleasures me with his touch and I feel his stiff cock rubbing against my ass.
“Oh, Zimon,” I moan, even though I want to scream. “I need you inside of me.”
“In your lovely bottom,” he whispers. “Reach down. Take hold of my mighty spear. You know what you must do with it between your slippery cheeks.”
“Yessss,” I hiss, reaching beneath me to grasp the thick shaft of Zimon’s hardness. I raise my hips just enough to glide his cock between my cheeks. His swollen tip grazes the tender divot of my submerged pucker. He adds a third finger to the two already fuck my folds.
“Relax now,” he whispers.
I bite my lower lip, tensing despite his encouragement, his cock against my clenched hole. I push back, forcing myself to release my clench. Zimon thrusts upward at precisely that moment, his cockhead pushing into my tender hole. I settle down onto his cock, his hardness sliding up my ass until it seems there is an arm’s length inside me. I whimper and he chuckles. My stretched asshole flexes around him.
“Let your pleasure determine your movement,” he murmurs.
I sit up in the bath, his cock all the way inside me, his fingers plundering my pussy, and I begin to ride him. My legs are submerged, but my ass lifts and descends again from the water’s surface, splashing each time I ride down onto his cock. His fingers continue to torment me, driving me closer and closer to an orgasm I am certain will be intense.
“It feels so good, Zimon,” I cry, riding faster and making waves that slosh ov
er the edge of the tub. I forget myself. I forget Nellie. There is only the pleasure of his thrusting fingers and his hard, throbbing cock that I ride upon like the pole of a carnival’s steam horse.
“The beasts will breed you, Beatrix,” he laughs. “Your lovely ass will not suffice. They will claim you and make you their slave. Their breeder. It is what you want, isn’t it? What you crave?”
“Yessss,” I cry, on the very verge of my climax. I don’t mean it. I don’t want it at all. But any other answer is impossible with Zimon’s wonderful cock inside me. I sing out his name as I begin to cum, “Zimmmmoonnn!”
Powerful spasms of pleasure make my pussy clutch at his thrusting fingers and my ass squeeze tightly around his shaft. He only laughs as that cock jerks deep in my ass and he begins to pump his seed into my bowels. It is a humiliating sensation, knowing this man I hate is filling my little asshole, but I cannot stop my ride up and then down again, taking him deep.
It is as my pleasure finally begins to fade that I notice that we are not alone in this room. It is dark around the bathtub, as if the room is half-formed, and numerous shadowy figures are just visible. They are women, I realize, naked and pregnant, with swollen breasts and gravid bellies. There are humans and elves of every shape and description, but all their faces are lowered so I cannot identify them. All, but one, who stands at the foot of the tub, staring at me with blue eyes I last saw in the dungeon.
“Nellie?” I begin to shake. “Nellie? Are you alright?”
Tentacles begin to wrap my naked body. The cock swells in my ass, bulging unnaturally and becoming monstrous. I begin to scream as I am pulled into the water.
“Wake up,” says Delfina, standing over me and nudging me awake with her boot.
“What?” I lift my groggy head, still drunk as I blink against the hot sun. “What happened?”
“You’ve been moaning ‘Zimon’ over and over,” says Delfina bitterly, “and I was sick of it. I don’t know what you were dreaming about and I don’t want to know. It’s time for us to make our jump.”
I realize I have my hand in my panties, my fingers still wedge inside my slick pussy. Delfina grimaces as I pull my hand out of my trousers and look at the glistening liquid on my fingertips.
“How long was I asleep?” I ask.
“A few minutes.” Delfina pulls me to my feet, careful to avoid touching my hand. “Rest enough until I get my ship back. Now then, let’s get for a swim.”
CONTINUE >
Flee from the pirates
How can I fight my way through dead men? Can my sword even hurt a ghost? I mean, there is decapitated evidence all around me that it would, but maybe Delfina has a magic pirate sword. The only thing I can do is run. I can’t go up the stairs, I can’t go back out on the gangway, I can only run into the ship. Thankfully, there is an opening just behind the two pirates.
“Excuse me, boys!” I say, shoving past Rollo and Skeff. “Gotta run!”
They react slowly to me as I charge between them, catching them with both my shoulders and partly knocking them away. The path is wide open for me to run down into the bowels of the ship. It is only as I descend into the dark, dank interior, with moldering walls and refuse strewn about the floor, that I realize this might not have been a good idea. There probably isn’t another way out of the ship and even if there is a way out, I will never find it in the dark.
I look back over my shoulder and spot the pirates following me down the stairs. I have no choice but to run into the darkness, feeling my way over rotten walls and rusty nails, stubbing my toe on what feels like a cannonball, and finally entering a room with a terrible stink of rotting grain. I stumble and fall onto a soggy pile of sacks of long-spoiled oats. I pull myself up on the bags, gasping in fear, just as two pairs of glowing blue eyes step into the room.
“Well, well, well,” says Skeff, advancing on me. “Tryin’ to run away from us, lovely?”
“Stay back!” I cry, trying to draw my sword. I get it out of its sheath, but the pirate steps a squishy boot onto the blade and pins it to the pile of rotten grain sacks. Rollo steps past him, laughing and baring his blackened teeth as he grabs my blouse in a pudgy hand and tears it open. I squeal in shock and try to cover myself as my pert breasts are exposed in the blue light of their eyes.
Blue flames burst into life in lanterns hanging in the room, as if the ship itself is opening its unholy eyes to watch the pirates attack me. They are upon me irresistibly, fondling my breasts and smacking cold, wet kisses against my face, my nipples, and my neck. Skeff pins my hands above my head as Rollo wiggles his fingers over my abdomen and drags down my trousers. The pirates cackle gleefully as Rollo exposes my dark bush and my blushing cunt.
“Noooo!” I cry and arch my back on the mushy sacks of grains. I scissor my pale legs, trying to kick free of the pirates, but it only serves to help Rollo strip my trousers, panties, and even my boots off. I am naked and defenseless, at the mercy of the cursed pirates and their unholy lust.
“Turn her over!” laughs Rollo. “Let’s get a look at her arse!”
“Yeah! Right!” Skeff cackles as he rolls me onto my stomach and twists my arms behind my back. I wail and struggle against them, which makes my butt wiggle as they lift my hips and smack my firm rear. Rollo wants to squeeze and spread my cheeks; Skeff likes spanking them and making them jiggle. The pirates are certainly not gentle and in no time my ass is burning with pain from all the hard swats that have landed on my tight cheeks. Rollo spits a wad of cold, slimy spit into my crack and smears it over my clenched asshole. I whimper as he shoves a fat finger straight up my ass. My head jerks up and both pirates laugh cruelly at my reaction.
“Ohhhh, I think she wants it!” laughs Rollo, fucking his fat digit in and out of my tight pucker.
“You can have her arse! I’d rather have her cunt!” snorts Skeff, smack his hand on my steamy pussy and thrusting two cold fingers into my hot channel. I clutch against his fingers and that makes him laugh even harder. “You’re right! She wants it bad!”
“Guess we’d better give it to her,” says Rollo, grunting as he unties his cloth belt and unbuttons his trousers. He yanks his fat, short cock out of his trousers. It’s gray and with a purpling tip. Skeff’s cock is much longer, skinnier, and with a bluish head. Skeff grips the base of his cock and rubs it at my slick folds. Roll rises to his feet, practically climbing onto my ass as he guides his bulging tip to the slick divot of my asshole.
“Don’t you dare,” I moan. “Keep your pirate pricks out of me!”
“You can’t fool us,” grunts Rollo, rubbing and teasing his cock at my clenching hole.
“Yeah, your muffin is all buttery,” snorts Skeff, parting my folds with an up and down rubbing from the head of his cock.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Now she’s beggin’!” Rollo stops rubbing his cock against my asshole and lets his tip rest against my pucker. “I guess we’d better give her what she…WANTS!”
He thrusts his hips forward, his weight against my ass and his cock between my cheeks. I cry out, my eyes going wide as Rollo’s fat manhood pushes past my spit-lubed pucker, stretching it wide as his manhood invades my ass. It’s cold and slimy like the rest of him. He holds my slender waist and begins furiously pounding my pink pucker. His cold flesh sends chills through my body and a numbness spreads through my stretched asshole.
“Ohhhhhh, please!” I cry. “Please, be gentle!”
“No way am I bein’ gentle,” laughs Skeff and he spears his extremely long cock deep into my pussy. It’s not as uncomfortable as having Rollo stretching my asshole, but it’s equally shocking as he drives to the back walls of my cunt and slaps his cold balls against my clit. I bury my face in the musty oats as the pirates fuck me without mercy. My hips shake as their dead flesh slaps against my warm body.
“She’s a tight fuck,” moans Rollo, fucking even faster into my ass. “She’s gonna make a great wench!”
“Warm and wet!” laughs Skeff, slamming h
ard and fast into my clutching cunt. “It’s a shame she’ll soon be as cold and stiff as the rest of us.”
“Ohhhhhh! Gods of the sea! Her arsehole is going to…milk me…drrRRYYYYYYAAAAARRR!!” Rollo slams hard and fast into my ass, his cock throbbing and jerking inside me. I moan helplessly as cold spunk blasts into my bowels. The sensation of his thick seed pumping deep into my ass is enough to drive me over the edge. My orgasm grips me and I, in turn, grip Skeff’s thrusting cock with my inner muscles.
“Nooooo!” I wail, my pleasure spreading, my ass milking Rollo’s squirting cock. At the height of my pleasure, the cold cum seems to melt deep into my body and an icy chill grips my core. My breath steams from my mouth one last time. My flesh loses its color, becoming gray. I feel the last beat of my heart in my chest, but I am not afraid. My eyes begin to glow an unholy shade of blue.
“She’s one of us!” laughs Rollo, his cock popping from my cream-stuffed asshole.
“Damn you! She’s gone all cold!” Skeff snarls savagely, fucking me hard and fast. His slimy cock slides in and out of my bluish cuntlips.
“Yessss, cum inside me,” I cry, holding onto the sacks of rotten oats as Skeff pounds me ferociously. He grabs my hips and slams deep, yelling wordlessly, throwing back his head as he bursts deep inside my cunt. No child is conceived in my undead womb, but I feel a sense of love for Skeff as his cum pours into my fleshy petals. He slows his strokes and leans over me, whispering in my ear, “Welcome to the crew of The Savage Queen, wench. I hope you’re ready to work.”
“Yesssss,” I moan, spunk drawling from both my holes. I want it. I want them all.
Most of all, I want to be the wench aboard The Savage Queen, even if it means abandoning my adventure to escape the dungeon. I’m where I belong, even if I had to die to get here.
CONTINUE >
Leave by way of the mysterious door
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