Rescued?
This was run though MSWord which should cut down on spelling errors.
If you like it let me know I have more stories I could tell about the Sea Wolf and her crew.
I could also have tagged this with public I suppose. There is no privacy on a old age of sail ship but as they dint do the nasty in front of every one....
Travar groaned softly as he settled into a high backed chair. It could he thought wryly have been a throne in some kingdoms. Red velvet cushions and black teak wood with fancy carvings made it quite the striking piece in his cabin. It had suffered in its time both from rough use and the occasional cannon ball crashing though the room. Yet it was still a majestic and comfortable seat. Just now its plush cushions if they might be much mended were a welcome place to settle after a long day.
What had possessed the Shurions on that slave ship to fight back? Nothing he had found in the cargo had warranted it. Oh there had been more coin in the pay masters chest than most but not so much as to make a last stand over. The galley had never stood a chance against his brig. Small she might be but the Sea Wolf and he 10 guns had clearly over matched the galley even at her hulking size. Firing into the galley had been like shooting fish in a barrel. Outside of one broadside from the galley's swivel guns they hadn't gotten a shot off.
Travar winced at the memory. Ensign Nan had just turned fourteen. Jathan, Narac, Kah, and Varth; all powder monkeys. All dead because some Shurian didn't know when he was beaten. Eighteen more wounded though none seriously. He should have realized it was coming he thought. He had been brutal with more than a few Shur slave ships before this, and should have seen this coming.
Closing his eyes he tried to block out the images of what the hold had looked like. They hadn't been aiming for it. But even close range cannon fire wasn't perfectly accurate. Even if it had been splintering pieces of haul had blown into the hold from above. Into a hold full of slaves chained together. A hold full of females and children. There had been all of six survivors. Six! Against his will his mind recalled the pitiful screams and mewling of people who had no idea why they suffered so.
He jumped up from his seat and moved over to his desk and took out a small flash of whiskey. The cheap whiskey burned down his throat as he took a slug. He needed to take his mind off the horror. He needed to embrace life, not the death he had been witness too.
"Lieutenant Chard!", he called loudly.
The black and white Nu'bin stuck his k9 head in the door and said, "Yes Sir?"
"Bring me a hammer, chisel, some of that drugged brandy and that young cream Nurian mare. Oh and have some dinner for two delivered about a quarter glass after that. Also see that everyone gets two extra rations of grog tonight, I think we could all do with a bit of, ummmm, relaxation after today." He watched his Lieutenant's face change from knowing to a happy grin his mouth gapping as his tongue slid out a little.
"Yes Sir! Right away Sir!" he replied before ducking out.
Sundra stepped into the Captain's cabin her two toed hooves loud on the ship's deck and wrung her hands in worry. They had been rescued from the slavers but would these pirates be any better? The captain was a nu'bin of no more than average hight and build yet he had a muscular fitness to him speaking of frequent hard labor. His fur was an uniform blue black and his only clothing if one could call it such was a golden bit of silk that formed a triangle that looked to be straining to hold his maleness in, held in place by twists of more silk running around to the back and assumably between his thighs. Straped to one calf was a large wicked looking knife. One arm had a heavy gold arm band with running wolves worked into the hammered metal. The arm band and loin cloth matched his startling golden eyes.
Taking him in, all in one look, Sundra averted her eyes from his indecent lack of clothing, ears flicking in back in further embarrassment, both for his lack of modesty and her own state of dress that had been forced on her; yet his was clearly by choice. She had heard that the nations of the south were indecent and immoral but this seemed a bit much. She was however at his mercy and she nervously wondered what he would do with her.
"Please Captain, what do you intend to do with me and the children?" she asked as firmly as she could. Her stomach rolled with fear and anxiety and she prayed to the all mother that she would not suffer the heaves here and now.
******
Traver looked her over; she had only a smock that barley went lower than her buttocks just concealing her pussy and then only when she was standing leaving her legs nicely bared. Her breasts, looked to be handful each he judged, strained the chest fabric such that the burlap let anyone see her pink nipples. So much of her almost metalic gold coat was exposed that she might as well have been naked, and her ears were set in an embarrassed posture, with her tail firmly clamped to her rump in an effort to preserve what modesty she could. Outside of the smock she wore only an iron collar. Northerners he thought were far to prudish for their own good. Though she had that light frame and grace of the Nur the way she carried herself and the self conscious way she moved in her smock screamed where she had been raised. Her rich green eyes like fine jade held fear but she was doing an excellent job of holding it in. Then she asked in a clear soft lovely voice, "Please Captain, what do you intend to do with us?"
One of his ears flicked inquiringly, "Offer everyone positions in the crew and drop anyone who does not want to help crew my ship off at Craig Reach."
She wrung her hands again and he watched the mare tense up further. "Captain, I don't know what we could offer in skills, especially the children. If your drop us off at the port with no means to support ourselves what will become of us?"
Tavar shook his head, "It's Travar lady and as for skills you could learn. I will admit we have never had females in the crew before but we can adjust I think. The four youngsters well they can act as powder monkeys. The older mare I don't know until I talk to her; unless you know her?"
Travar wonder if she would snap under the stress as she tensed up. He stepped over to a small desk as she seemed lost in thought and got the bottle of peach brandy that his lieutenant had brought him. It was a rare peach brandy from a distant land and had been laced with a drug that would get her to relax and arouse her like no other aphrodisiac.
*****
Sundra was horrified. Take a position as a pirate? Her family would be scandalized! She would never be able to show her face in court again! And yet how was she to survive otherwise? Worse the raid that had taken her had taken the young crown prince and his twin. She was honor bound to aid them. She couldn't do that as things were now, and if she was dropped off in what was said to be the worst pirate strong hold in the Sea of Tears with no money and nothing but rags for clothing she didn't think she would be able to help them. Still maybe she could.....
"What of Haldor port Captain Travar?", she asked hopefully.
Travar shook his head and offered her a cup with something in it, "Sorry m'lady, but there is a rather large price on my head. The Shur placed it there and while the Nur in Haldor don't like the Shur that much gold would tempt someone."
She took the cup without thinking about it; brought up in the royal court servants had been handing her drinks all her life. As she tried to think of a way to get him to take her to the port of her choice she took a health swallow of what she had supposed to be tea and nearly choked as the strongest brandy she had ever tasted in her life went down her throat. Its flavor was of the finest peaches, backed by the strongest alcohol she had ever had. It left her throat all tingly and warm as if she had several glasses of light wine. She gasped out, "That's very good brandy Captain," her thoughts lost in the shock of the strong drink.
His muzzle gapped as he grinned at her, "I think so too. Drink up. Relax. Let's get this collar off of you," he suggested as he picked up a wickedly sharp looking chisel and hammer.
The thought of having that chisel near her neck made her take another hasty gulp of the brandy, even larger this time. Warmth spread through her as the alcohol spread through her system. Marshaling her courage she asked, "How does this work?"
He gestured at the desk, "Just bend over and lay your body on the desk, turn your muzzle towards my hammock and I'll take care of the rest."
Without thinking she did as he asked and wondered why the room to spin a little. She hoped she wasn't getting drunk already, but that might explain why she felt so warm in some places. Her lions felt afire and the air flowing across her inner thighs seemed to make it worse.
*****
Travar watched in surprise as she bent over the desk without a moment's hesitation and in the process left her rump bare and directed at him. He wondered if she knew her tail had hiked up exposing the soft pink flesh of her pussy to him. As he started to step forward he saw her clit wink out at him, a wet flash of a darker pink.
She gasped and her ears flicked back down in embarrassment even as her tail clapped down. "I'm sorry, I swear I don't know why that happened," her nose he noticed turned a darker shade of pink, and he realized that if she had been human she would have been blushing.
He chuckled softly as he felt his sheath thicken and pull back from his cock some, "Oh no worries." She must, he thought, be responding to the drug faster than he had thought she would. Perhaps she was drinking on an empty stomach. He moved up to her and deliberately positioned himself so that his thinly covered sheath was all but touching her muzzle as he readied the hammer and chisel. "Now hold still."
*****
Muzzle still flushed a darker pink in embarrassment at having brazenly exposed herself to the captain and then to have winked as if she had just peed. She had heard that mares did that when with a stallion and they were well interested in them in that way. But she had never, would never do such a thing! it was the act of a slut. A whore!
As Travar positioned the chisel she noticed that his groin was awful close. In fact she couldn't see much else she thought. At this range her warm breath could be seen to causing his fur to shift. She watched that in fascination before her attention was drawn to his loin cloth. It seemed tighter to her eye now, and the top was defiantly bulging more than it had before.
She heard a whack thunk! Suddenly she found she was a bit closer her nose buried in his groin. He smelled so MALE and she felt liquid heat in her lions. Desire for something she could not rightly name shot though her and she was vaguely aware that her inner thighs were getting damp.
Her velvet soft muzzle along the firmness she felt there without even thinking about it. She wanted more of that male scent! Without a thought for how improper it was she licked that firmness through the silk and the scent grew. A dark spot formed at the top of the point in the lion cloth.
Without the slightest thought to proper behavior for a lady she pulled the lion cloth aside and licked the two inches of dark red flesh exposed from his sheath. Her tongue swiped over the tip and his penis flex as she tasted a salty mineral taste on her tongue. She spent a fraction of a second to examine his sheath, testicles and penis. His sheath was covered in the same short blue black fur as the rest of him, his testicles were the size of large walnuts but looked soft and inviting, his penis was a dark pink with the clear fluid on his tip being that male scent that she was craving.
A suddenly seemingly brilliant idea popped into her head and she sucked the tip of his penis into her mouth and sucked on it as if was one of those frozen treats she had liked as a little filly. Oblivious to the soft groans of pleaser coming from the captain she worked his penis with her tongue to tease forth as much of that clear liquid as she could.
Pressing his sheath down further she found she could coax more out if she worked with more of his penis. Working her way as far down as she could she found an impressive bulge most of the way down his penis. Shifting her weight slightly she used her hand to try and easy his sheath down and around the bulge. When her fingers tightened on the base of the bulb like bulge there was a grunted yip from the captain and her muzzle flooded with that sweet flavor as it seemed to explode from him.
His penis seemed to twitch and spurt for what seemed like forever. But it did end and when if did he rather urgently tugged it from her mouth. She let out a soft snort of displeasure but suddenly realized just how much she ached to be touched in her own private places. Slipping a hand down and behind she touched herself and a soft bleating cry escaped her as fingers ran over her soaking wet slit. She had never thought to touch herself like this before, never thought it could feel so good.
Then the captain was tugging her hand away to a whimper of protest from her. Warm breath flowed over her rump as he nosed in under uplifted tail and on to her inflamed folds. If she had felt desire before the simple feel of his warm moist breath on her private place drew a gasp of desire; her clit flashed out winking at the captain, a blatant animalistic act of desire and need. His tongue licked a long swipe from the bottom of the tear shaped slit to the top and the rough texture as it drew along her clit as she winked again drew a loud whiny of primal need from her.
A wave of pleaser washed through her carrying any traces of rational thought that remained away. Fluids gushed from her as she experienced that first powerful orgasm, soaking Travar's nose and muzzle in what he seemed to feel was a delightful scent. His tongue lashed out a second time seeming to press into her and she shuddered. Desperately wanting more, she pressed back in to his muzzle and he obliged her by pressing his tongue deeper into her folds.
He probed and licked for how long she couldn't say but she shuddered though a second orgasm before his muzzle and pulled away from her rump. Her bleat of protest carried over tones of demand and need. She hiked her tail so high it flipped over her back and started to look back at him to find why he had stopped when she felt something firmer that a tongue pressing against her dripping slit. Then it was pressing in to her, parting her folds and places she had never felt touched had the slick texture of his penis gliding over them. He kept pressing until she could feel his testicles pressing against her. Whimpered softly at the rightness of the feeling of his penis in her and with animal need she bucked against him needily wanting more of him in her. The motion was even better than simply having him in her and she heard a soft pleased laugh.
Travar began bucking his hips in short sharp thrusts, his testicles slapping against her clit with each of his thrusts. She whinnied and bleated with each trust; growing loader as pleaser built in her. Muscles she didn't know she had rippled and squeezed his invading member that seemed to be getting bigger. Then suddenly he gave something that sounded equally between a grunt, a growl and, a sigh as he gave a final sharp thrust. That thrust made her quiver and give a long piercing squeal and jolt of pleaser that ran though her was almost enough to make her black out. She lay there stunned from the experience and panting as she felt warmth pushing into her depths. She floated in blissful pleasant place.
******
Travar stood there behind the mare tied with her, something he hadn't meant to do. Panting he tried not to quiver as body felt little jolts of pleaser with each pulse of his cock in the mare as he pumped his seed into her. He wondered why she had reacted to the drug so, well dramatically. Was there a higher concentration that normal in the brandy? Or was she just naturally that, ah how to put it, driven?
He grunted softly as pleaser started to mix with torment his cock decidedly over stimulated and wished he could pull out but the tie was a good one. Sex like that was the kind of thing that produced the longest ties, wild and passionate. How long had it been sense he had been with anyone with such passion? A very long time he thought and he dragged his mind away from that before it could go down dark paths. Let's not think about the past he thought no need to ruin a good fuck with those.
Travar flinched as his use of the profanity mixed with time past stirred a painfully sweet memory of his mother all but washing his moth out as a child for such language. He chose to dwell instead on the future. She seemed to be out like a light, even though her pussy still rippled and contracted on his cock from time to time, milking everything it could. He would have to warn her that there were no secrets aboard ship for the most part and that the crew would have known what they had down from all the noise she had made. He hoped she would still be relaxed enough from the drugs to not react to poorly to that. Dam stiff necked prudish northerner ways; it was going to cause her a lot of embarrassment over the next few weeks.
He thought he heard his stomach growl and then realized it was hers. He stifled a soft chuckle as he realized that the reason that the drug had hit her so fast was that she had an empty belly. He gently scooped her up and supported her weight most carefully given how he was attached to her. Looking down he noticed that much of the front of her smock was in tattered shreds on his desk and he grunted in annoyance. Maybe she knew how to sew, or perhaps the ships sail maker could make something out of the silk they had in the hold.
He grunted as he took the few short steps to his chair, the movement tugging and pulling at his shaft even as careful as he was, coaxing another pulse from him. He settled down in his chair supporting her on his lap, her legs splayed to the sides. He then spent a moment to pull the remains of the cheap smock from her. Looking at the material closely he saw it was old and been in the process of falling apart before its rough use.
He called out, "Lieutenant Chard! Dinner if you please." Looking about he noted that there wasn't really anything to cover them up with and he shrugged philosophically, not like the crew didn't know what they had been up to. Still as much as the northerners were prone to scream about shameless godless heathens, or at least many of their nobility were, they dint go around trying to shock people. It was just that the south was so much warmer! It made clothing oneself hot and uncomfortable unless one was a human. The poor naked apes really did need to keep the sun off their hides, at least the pale ones did.
He at back in his chair and sighed softly, feeling far more relaxed than he had. Even if his conscience did nag him about using drugs to get the filly in the mood. Time would tell if he had made a poor choice he supposed.
******
Thur opened the door saying, "Captain, Chard went off duty to get some hammock," and coped off in mid sentence. His black ears flicked admonishment at the Captain as he saw the dark red of his captain's erection disappearing into the young mare's vulva, which stretched lewdly, showing her inner pink flesh, about the captain's knot.
He shook his head at the captain, "Really Sir, shouldn't you have waited to call me?" He set the tray down on the desk in reach of the tied pair.
The captain shook his head, "She will wake up hungry; all things considered I thought it best we have food to hand. I apologize though, had I known it was you on duty I would have called for an ensign."
Thur grunted at the reminder of his past ears going back. He had been where she was now, though it had not been his captain but a slaver. He had gotten free and fled and none but the captain had ever learned of the abuse he had suffered in the past. He shrugged and responded softly, "I thank you for the thought captain, but that would not have been necessary. Will there be anything else?"
"Please inform Sail Master Davan that I need a robe or dress made for her if you would," he replied.
Thur nodded and left hastily. Seeing her like that had also reminded him of things he had longed to try and thought never to feel the urge for again after his treatment by slavers. His pants suddenly started to feel confining as he trotted out ears flicked in embarrassment.
*****
Sundra part of her, wondered if you could die of mortification and shame but another part wanted to do it all over again as soon as she didn't feel so sensitive to touch down there. She wondered if she had the energy if she would have crawled into a corner. The stallion's had accent had been faint but clear and he had seen here there displayed like a whore; her private places lewdly stretched by the penetrating penis that seemed stuck in her. Yet another part of her had looked at the stallion and seen the swelling in his pantaloons and desired to find out what it would have been like to do that with her own kind. Would have it felt better? Was his penis shaped differently?
With a sudden sucking shlorp like noise she felt the captain's cock slip from her and it drew a gasp from the captain. She shuddered at the feel of his cock sliding out of her the sensation stirring desire even as over stimulated nerves made her wince. She gushed fluids for a moment, making a wet mess of her thighs and the captain's crotch as the results of their activities drained from her. Her clit began winking again, though slowly and only half heartedly and she bit her lip wondering what to do now; what to feel now.
Captain Travar seemed to realize she was aware and, whispered softly into her ear, "Easy lass." He handed her a wedge of dry cheese and added, "Eat, I know your hungry."
She ate quietly as her mind turned over what she had done. What she wanted to do again, how it made her feel and, most of all what she would say to her family if they ever found out. She knew she would do *that* with him again though. She wanted that pleasure again. But she felt ashamed of wanting it, no needing it. For the first time in her life she wondered if the southerners might have the right way of going about things.