“Mmmmm! Yes!” I cry, taking my mouth from the cock in front of me. “Oh, yes! Breed me! I love you! I love you all! Breed my pussy!”
“Yessss!” Delfina cries beside me. “Oh, yes! I can feel it inside me!”
Our howls of ecstasy continue unabated for hours. It is well into the night before the swaugins on the beach are all satisfied. Their eyes glow in the dark as they drag our insensate bodies into the water and down to the hidden underwater lair they keep among the kelp beds. In that strange bubble of air and soft kelp, Delfina and I discover our new home.
CONTINUE >
A ghostly wench
My tongue delves into the soft velvet folds of Delfina’s sweet pussy. She holds a tattered skirt bunched about her slender waist, her other hand resting on the back of my head. One of her long legs is draped over my shoulder as I eagerly lap at the delicate bud of her clit.
“Oh, that’s good,” she moans. “That flicking you’re doing? More of that. You’ve become such an indispensable part of the crew, Beatrix.”
“Nnnnhnnnn,” I reply gratefully, gazing up at her from between her thighs. She tightens her grip on my head and rolls her hips, smoothly like a dancer, fucking her cold, sweet peach against my tongue. Yes, Delfina’s cold and a bit grayer than before. And her eyes are glowing like mine. It turns out everyone on the ship is cursed to live eternally and we can never sail The Savage Queen out of the cavern. But that problem seems unimportant in the face of all the pleasures I have found serving as the ship’s wench. It is my duty to serve everyone on the crew. Especially the captain.
“You little minx,” pants Delfina, stopping her thrusts. She pulls me hard against her clit. “Suck it. Suck me. Ohhhhhhhhh, yes, gods be damned! Make me…cuMMMMMM!”
She throws back her head and I suck and lick her tiny bud, drawing the orgasm out of her. Sweet, tingling cum spills into my mouth and down my chin. It no longer makes me feel numb. In fact, the crew’s cum is the only thing that makes me still feel alive and none is more delicious than the captain’s cum. I drink it greedily, sucking and slurping on it like a whore. Delfina finally pulls me away, my lips and chin glistening and her delicious cum dripping from my chin. She slides her leg off my shoulder and stands before me.
“I am so proud of you,” she says, her per breasts heaving out of her unlaced bodice. Some of the brightness has drained from her glowing eyes, but I can never put her to sleep like I often do with the other crew members. “Learning to pleasure your captain so well. But don’t get any big ideas. You’ll not be sleeping in my cabin again until you’ve taken care of the rest of the crew.”
She releases her hold on my head and gestures to the ornate door to her cabin. “They’re waiting on the deck outside. Get to work, wench.”
“Aye, captain!” I say, crawling on my hands and knees across the cabin. She opens the door for me, giving my bare bottom a swat as I crawl down the stairs and to the main deck. At least a dozen of the pirates are waiting for me. They are a sneering, scruffy lot. Their eyes glow bright blue with lust as they crowd around me. Delfina stands atop the stairs and commands her crew, “Have your fun with the ship’s wench! Then back to your posts, ye sea dogs!”
They cheer and laugh. One of them spills long-spoiled grog onto my bare back. Another bellies up to me, his cock in hand, and I immediately fit it into my eager mouth, sucking urgently. More pirates join him and I begin wanking them and sucking them in turn. More pirates surround my ass, rubbing their cocks against my crack, my asshole, my pussy, or if they can’t push their way behind me, they wank and rub against my hips and back. At least one contents himself with fondling my breasts dangling beneath me.
I lose myself in my duties, sucking and fucking the cocks of every crewmember of The Savage Queen who wants a turn. Some are so eager they go off in my hand, spurting long streams of spunk over my shoulder, splashing my back, or grazing my face. Soon enough, my stretched asshole is being pumped full and my pussy moments later. Before I can even take a breath, fresh cocks are stuffed in my creamy holes. The one-eyed pirate grabbing my head lets out a yowl of pleasure and shoots his cum straight down my throat and into my belly.
Some of the pirates stagger away to their posts. A few try to have a second turn with me and Delfina shouts at them until they depart. It takes most of the morning there on the deck, but at last all of the pirates have wandered off to their posts, scrubbing the deck, cleaning the cannons, and beginning to repair the damage done by decades of neglect. I’m left on the deck in a puddle of spunk, gasping as I stare up at the light streaming through the hole in the chamber’s roof.
I’m still dazed from being fucked by almost everyone on the crew when I notice a flash of violet light out of the corner of my vision. A moment later, a shadow falls across me. I tilt my head towards the figure gazing down at my cum-spattered body.
“Such a disappointment,” says the man, his voice stoking old, bad memories.
“Zimon,” I croak, sitting up and squinting at the light behind him. “What do you want?”
“I thought—”
“You thought you had better get off my ship!” shouts Delfina, leaping down the stairs and drawing her cutlass. “Stay away from the girl, Fendriss. You’ve done enough evil here!”
“You’re one to lecture me, Delfina,” laughs Zimon. “Turning this poor girl into your whore. It wouldn’t be the first time, would it? There was a word for people like you. One that your playmate might want to hear.”
“I’ll cut out your tongue,” shouts Delfina, flourishing her blade.
“Ah, I suppose you’re right,” says Zimon. “No point telling her now that you were a slaver. That you sold girls to traders in the markets of Katara and Sheeba. Girls like her.”
“I freed those girls from other slave traders,” rages Delfina. “They wanted to be sold by me instead.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep…or whatever it is you do now that you’re a ghost.” He holds up an appeasing hand to keep her at bay. “But I come with gifts, Delfina, for you and your crew. I have no more use for you here. I think I am going to turn you loose on the open ocean. Far from the sunny seas of Midras, I’m afraid. No, a ghost ships deserves a haunted sea. The Sea of Ilskan?”
“The frozen sea?” Her brow furrows, but she also lowers the sword. “I’ll find a way out of it, Zimon.”
“I’m sure you will, given a few hundred years,” says Zimon. “I’ll give you and your crew a few more days to repair your ship. Be seeing you, Delfina. And you, Beatrix.”
“To hell with you, Zimon,” I say, pulling myself to my feet.
His laughter is still ringing in the air as he disappears in a flash of violet light. Delfina turns to me and grabs me by the wrist.
“I am not a slaver,” she says. “Do not ever repeat that. Zimon Fendriss is a liar.”
“Yes, captain,” I say, nodding dutifully.
She stares at me for a moment longer as if judging if I will obey. She nods slightly and releases my wrist. Then, Delfina stands tall, gazing towards the waterfall-shrouded exit from the cavern. “No matter where he sends us, we’ll find our way out. Then we can begin a new life. A crew that cannot be killed? We will become the terror of every sea on this globe!”
THE END
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All aboard The Savage Queen
She was once a beautiful ship, that much is clear as I haul myself over the carved gunwale and onto the upper deck. Every railing, step, window frame, and door has been worked over by a master carver, producing the swirls and curves of winds and tiny images of storm-tossed ships. Beautiful wind spirits dance among the currents, lifting ships by their sales, intertwining with one another, and plucking sailors from the decks of tiny vessels. But such imagery is spoiled, encrusted now in what seems a century of filth. Mold gathers in every crease of the carvings, making it all seemed finished in ink. Blooms of decay spread like bruises over the deck and floor.
The entire ship
smells of rot. The masts are the bones of some vast and desolate skeleton, backlit by the faint light through the cavern’s roof and casting long shadows upon a deck laden with refuse. The mottled sails are the skin, and the ropes and rigging the last blackened loops of its intestines. I take my first steps into this ship of the dead, sword in hand, and I nearly trip over the lumps upon the deck. I look down at what I nearly fell upon and it takes a moment for me to realize that I am gazing down at headless corpse. I look around me and realize there are a dozen of the decapitated bodies upon the deck.
“Gods, she cut a swath,” I murmur.
Though their skin is gray, the corpses do not otherwise seem to be in advanced state of decay. In fact, they smell more like the ocean. I search the one at me feet and find gold trinkets and silk scarves mingled wit strands of dried kelp that seem to be tangled up in his limbs. It is holding a cutlass like the one Delfina carries, only with a blade badly spotted with rust. No warm welcome for their former captain, it would seem.
I hear a thump from above, towards the stern of the ship. I know little of galleons, but I know enough that it would seem to be the captain’s quarters. A staircase on the port and starboard side of the ship leads to this small structure jutting above the upper deck. The windows of it are covered in grime, but I can see a faint blue light from within. Delfina is there confronting Robert the Black, the man that betrayed her, or whatever he has become.
I hear another thump, a sound like breaking pottery and a woman’s cry. She might be in trouble! I am still furious with her for abandoning me, but I cannot lose her like I lost Nellie. I start towards the nearest staircase.
“Goin’ somewhere, lovely?” says a harsh voice that sends a chill up my spine.
I wheel around, my sword at the ready. One of the doors into the lower decks that had been closed when I climbed aboard now stands open. Two figures emerge from the shadows. The gray-fleshed pirates are grinning at me, their eyes glowing blue and more of this unholy light spilling from wounds in their bodies. One of the pirates is tall and skinny, long nosed, with greasy dark hair partly covered by a silk kerchief. The other is short and fat, almost round, with a head as bald as a cannonball and half his weight perched upon a wooden peg leg.
Each man is armed with a rusty cutlass and evil intent in those hideous glowing eyes.
“Lookin’ to join the crew?” asks the tall pirate. “Seems we have a few openings on the deck.”
“Yeah, openings,” chuckles the fat one and he jabs his cutlass at the headless bodies strewn about the deck. “Need some more crew or she’ll never sail again.”
“I think she’d look great bent over and swabbin’ the deck, don’t you think, Brollo?” The tall one laughs and elbows his comrade.
“Yeah she will, Skeff,” says Brollo. His smile drops suddenly and his brow furrows with concern. He shouts at me, “Was it you what chopped up all our friends?”
“N-no!” I cry. “I didn’t do this!”
“Good,” says Skeff. “We couldn’t take whoever done this. But we’ll run you through. Turn you into one of us.”
“Yeah!” Brollo swing his sword and his peg leg thumps the deck as he takes a step closer.
“What are you?” I ask. “Zombies? Ghosts?”
“Eh?” Brollo exchanges a look with Skeff. “Well, we ain’t sure. We’re spirit like.”
“Yeah, real spirity we is,” agrees Skeff. “And we’re gonna turn you blue with our cocks!”
They start towards me again, their cutlasses raised, and their glowing blue eyes narrowed. One way or another, these pirates mean to conscript me for their crew.
What should I do?
Guard against the pirates
Use Finesse Attacks against the pirates
Use Power Attacks to defeat the pirates
Talk to the pirates
Flee from the pirates
Surrender meekly
Surrender eagerly
Refuse the abhorreth’s offer and attack
My stomach tightens at the thought of letting this slimy brute violate me. How could I even consider pleasuring him with my mouth or hands? He is a foul, hateful creature that wants nothing less than my body and mind for his perverse purposes.
“Oh, but would that really be so bad, Beatrix?” The abhorreth mocks me, his tentacles gathering on every side of the gangway around me. “I shall tear off your clothes and stroke every speck of your lovely body. Your cries of pleasure will ring into infinity as you surrender your mind to me.”
“I would prefer you taste my blade,” I say, drawing my sword and charging at the nearest tentacle. I lop it off before it can react. The severed halves drop into the lagoon spilling a cloud of purple blood.
“I WILL PULL OFF YOUR LIMBS, FOOLISH HUMAN!” The words of the abhorreth burst in my mind so forcefully that I cry out in pain and almost drop to my knees. I barely recover my wits in time to deflect an incoming attack from two tentacles. One I slap aside with my sword and the other I pierce with the tip of my blade, causing the powerful tentacle to recoil in pain.
Psychic hatred buzzes in my mind, but it is not enough to stop me. I unleash my anger at the abhorreth in a series of powerful two-handed swings, mowing through bunches of translucent tentacles and lopping off the ends of the larger powerful tentacles. I almost strike the cock from one of the cock-tipped tentacles, but Lord Splugwyrth realizes I am about to attack and pulls the sensitive appendage out of reach of my blade.
“Bring it back!” I laugh. “Don’t you want me to play with your cock, mighty Splugwyrth!?”
“Bitch!” He heaves his body partly onto the gangway, smashing it and tilting it so much that I nearly plunge into the water. Instead, I leap towards that loathsome gray blob of flesh and plunge my sword into his side.
A deafening blast of psychic pain stabs into my mind, sending me reeling, but not before I have dealt a serious wound to the creature. Purple blood pours in sheets down his flank and colors the dark water around the gangway. With a roar of rage, he slides off the broken planks and into the lagoon. His maimed tentacles drag behind him as he plummets into the inky black.
His psychic scream of pain and frustration echoes in the silence in the cavern. The ringing fades from my mind and I pull myself up from my knees. The gangway is twisted, damaged, and smeared with blood. I pick my way over gaps in the gangway and several translucent tentacles still writhing in their death throes.
Delfina’s pirate galleon looms before me. I approach the rope ladder dangling from the moldering flank of The Savage Queen. It’s a long way up the ship’s bulging timbers. I sheath my sword and grab the slimy ropes, hook my foot into the net, and begin my climb.
I pull myself up to the gunwale and drop over onto the deck of a misty, eerily quiet ship that belongs to the dead. I might be mad at Delfina, but I will be damned if I lose another comrade to the horrors of Zimon’s dungeon.
CONTINUE >
Surrender meekly to the swaugins
I hold my sword in a tight two-handed grip and stare down the approaching swaugins. My gaze flicks from their round, inhuman eyes to their glistening blue-gray bodies. They are so muscular and sleek. With their fins at their elbows and atop their heads, I can imagine them cutting through the water at great speed. To wrap me in their arms and drag me down into the depths. Where I belong. At their mercy.
Once the thought has occurred to me, there is no getting it out of my head. I picture myself kneeling before them, obeying their hissing voices, serving them with my body and mind.
“Go,” I whisper to Delfina.
“What?” asks the pirate queen, casting a glance in my direction.
I toss my sword down on the sand and say to her, “Go, I will keep them busy.”
She looks as if she wants to say something, to reach out and stop me, but then she gives me a curt nod and shoves her cutlass back into its scabbard. “Fair winds and following seas, Beatrix Ardora. I will not forget what you have done.”
“May your ship ca
rry you where you wish to go,” I say to her, turning my full attention to the leader of the swaugins. He looks from my sword at my feet and up to my face. I speak to him in a voice that trembles with the cold fear of what I am doing. “I surrender to you. I do not wish to fight or even resist.”
“So you hang out?” asks the leader of the swaugin.
“If that is what you want,” I say as he shuffles cautiously closer to me. He stops short of touching me and gives me a wary look.
“You no clothing,” he says, gesturing with his webbed fingers.
“Y-yes, alright,” I say, averting my eyes from the leering gaze of five horny fishmen. I unbutton my blouse and slowly bare my breasts to the swaugins. They click and hiss excitedly at the sight of my pale and perky mounds with my pink nipples.
My breasts heave excitedly and my face becomes flushed. I expect them to leap forward at any moment and have their way with me, but they are only watching and hissing. I glimpse glistening white cocks sliding out of their loins, dripping with their fishy ooze. Some of them begin to stroke themselves as I unbuckle my sword belt and drop my sheath to the beach. I unbutton my trousers and work them down my long legs until I am wearing only my sheer, waterlogged panties.
“Turn around,” says the swaugin leader. “Show mating place for sex.”
Being a seaborn creature, he must be accustomed to mating from behind like most beasts of the wild. He wants to see my cunt. He wants to see it how he will mount it. How he will breed me with his monstrous seed.
I turn my back on him, trembling with a mixture of fear and desire as I hook my fingers into my soaked panties and slide them down from the creamy peach of my bottom. The swaugins sing out with excitement. They shuffle closer to have a look as I bend at the waist and peel the panties from my the dark thatch and delicate lips of my cunt.
The leader falls to his knees behind me. I cry out as his webbed, clawed hands grasp the curves of my buttocks, holding tight and spreading them apart. He presses his fishy face to my hindquarters, lapping from my clit, over my steamy folds, and back up to the pink clench of my anus. His tongue is warm and wriggling, like an eel seeking any entrance it can find into my tensing holes. It slips into my pussy first and his murmur of pleasure vibrates into my core. I cry out and push back against his face. He drags his tongue from my honeyed hole and back up to my asshole, licking it, swirling his beastly tongue around it until it yields to him and he tastes the depths of my ass. His tongue is so long! So flexible! It wriggles inside me, devouring my ass and pussy both in turn.
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