Day 6

I have finally found what Hannah was doing. She is not with me, right now, but at least I know that she is safe, and that makes me happy.

The morning was as always, except that there were two bodies with me, under the hide, instead of one. I was used to Sophie going out early to buy food and collect our income, and relished the intimate, if not always sexual, time we spent together in the mornings. Now, however, this was awkwardly violated by Hannah, who had somehow crept between Sasha and me.

Nevertheless, it was good to see her back. We both fussed over her, asking her where she'd been, what she'd been doing, but she didn't say anything, simply looked down at her pussy as if it had all the answers.

After checking to make sure Hannah had no internal damage, I decided to have sex with her, to get to know her a bit better. Unfortunately, she fucked like a fish, and half as responsive.

She simply sat there and let me use her body, her warm pussy, while tugging on her tiny nipples. Her short blonde hair spread like a halo around her nearly emotionless face. She closed her eyes when she orgasmed, and bit her lower lip, but that was the only sign that she'd felt any pleasure. It was unusual, and, even when I asked her about it, she refused to answer.

At this time, Sophie came back, with food. She said that we had sufficient money for the next few days, so I didn't need to teach sex to girls for now. I could spend my time doing whatever I wanted. We ate well, inside the house, a nice family unit. Some girls came to us, and asked if they could play with Sophie. I agreed, but first got confirmation that Sophie would not be harmed or forced against her will in any way. Sophie was extremely happy, almost skipping as she left with both her friends, her hair trailing behind her.

And then there were three. Hannah was still quite shy, and, every time Sasha and I asked her to do something, she would turn us down, either by shaking her head, or muttering "No." I wasn't the kind of person to force her to do something, and so, eventually, Sasha decided that Hannah would need to adapt on her own, and we left, looking for something to do. "Hmph!"

Sasha said, and her eyes lit up, as if she had an idea. Which, being the deviously cute little girl she was, she did.

She looked around our house, her Oriental eyes scanning the scenery. Her eyes lit up upon a boulder, between grass and beach, that was big enough for us to hide behind, and also well placed so we could see our house door. I instantly understood. "You aren't thinking of...spying...on Hannah?"

"Of course I am!" Sasha harrumphed. "She has to go SOMEWHERE during the day, and, well, we have nothing else to do. Right?" Without even waiting for a confirmation, she marched over to the rock and crouched behind it, on the beach side. I joined her, sighing. Someday, her naughty streak would get her in trouble.

We had not been watching for too long, when nature called for me. We took turns looking at the house and the sea, watching the waves of water and waves of grass, alternating. It probably had not been an hour, but Sasha was immature and not very patient, and I grew bored. "Sasha," I whispered, "I need to go to the bathroom." She was on "sea-watch", and didn't want to give it up. Nevertheless, it was her idea for someone to watch the house at all times, so she had to accept it. "Fine", she whispered back, tearing her eyes from the sea reluctantly, "but be fast."

So I did. I planned to walk a bit, stretching out, and perhaps find a bush or a tree. But then I looked back at Sasha again. She was taking her job quite seriously, her eyes peeking over the boulder barely, on all fours, her ass up in the air. It was too easy.

Carefully approaching her, although care was probably not needed, as she was too focused on the house, I took aim. My cock was hard, and so, when I did piss, it wouldn't be very accurate. Oh well, all the more fun.

And I let loose. It was funny, seeing the piss spray all over here back side, seeing her head turn back in surprise. She turned back for long enough to give me the evil eye, tinged with a bit of humor, before turning back to the house. "That's not funny..." she muttered, but I sensed laughter in her voice.

And when I was done, and her whole lower back was wet, she turned around again. This time, we could not hold our laughter. I fell on top of her as she rolled over, and we giggled in very immature fashion, locked in an embrace. When we were done, she stood up, still smiling. "Now you watch the house!" she ordered. "I need to wash myself off!"

So I let her go for a bit, watching her sandy ass sway as she walked to the sea. Very reluctantly, I turned back to the house.

Sasha returned, and took the position she had been in. She was taunting me. I took the bait. Without even warning her, for we knew each other too well, I went behind her and observed her rear. The tight little asshole and the cute vagina, almost too good to be true...

And I took full advantage. Positioning myself under her vagina, I let my tongue wander her crack, relishing her shudders as she enjoyed it. Using my fingers, I pried open her lips, and used my tongue to stimulate her inside. It was beautiful.

She could not last very long against my loving laving of her deliciously pink pussy, and, soon, I felt rather than saw the contractions of her vagina, her legs' spasm, and the release of her girl cum all over my face. "Oops!" she said, glancing back with a smile. "I guess you deserved that!" I went back to watching the house, and our heads were close together. She looked at me. "Keep watch on the house." She ordered. As if I were to do anything else!

But then, here, she surprised me. Making sure my eyes stayed on the house, she carefully licked one of my cheeks, replacing her own cum with her spit. I felt her wet, warm tongue stroke the side of my face, and shivered. She moved to my nose, my other cheek, my chin. She even got my neck and my eyes ("don't blink your other eye!"). It was deliciously warm and cute, and I loved it.

Luck was on our side, as, almost as soon as she finished, Hannah left the house. She was cautious, quick, and shy. She let her pretty blonde hair obscure her face as well as it could as she took light, fast steps to her destination.

Sasha and I followed her, and it was lucky that she never looked back. We followed her to a house that was familiar, to a place we had been before, if only I could remember...

"Pliny!" Hannah called, in the loudest voice I had heard her use, ever. "I'm...here." She said in a voice that was seductive in that it was so innocent, so well-meaning. Pliny appeared at the doorway, and, from where he stood, I could tell he could see us. Katy was right next to him, hugging his leg. She looked radiant, her red hair shining, her face full of love for her master.

But the fact was, Pliny could see us. So I thought fast. Grabbing Sasha, I mashed our lips together in a lustful, all-consuming kiss. She was surprised, but professional. Our bodies writhed against each other, and my cock grew even harder, if that were possible. We acted lost in each others' bodies, and indeed we were. Eventually, I remembered that we were not doing this for entertainment, but rather to divert unwanted attention. We broke away slowy, a string of spit still connecting our mouths. "Wow...that was...amazing!" said Sasha breathlessly.

"It was also fake," I said while winking. "You should see me do the real thing." Sasha giggled. I will never tire of hearing that. We looked toward where Hannah originally stood at the same time, and noticed that she was leaving with Pliny and Katy.

We followed them to the large building in the rough center of our part of the island, the place dedicated to sex in forms which may have needed...equipment. We followed the three into the building, and through a maze of rooms, to stairs, which we went down. We found ourselves in a hallway of rooms, and Pliny, picking one seemly at random, entered. I was about to, but Sasha pulled me back, and we watched from the door.

Hannah was complacently standing in the center of the room while the muscular Pliny went to a table, in the corner, and began to pick out what looked like rope and cloth. Katy stood next to him, smiling and whispering. It was the blessing of the gods that not one noticed us as we watched Pliny tie Hannah up, then gag and blindfold her.

He went to another corner table, and retrieved a whip, a well made, leather one, probably more for appearance then for actual pain (although it could easily do both). He stood behind Hannah, ready to whip her. Here is where our luck appeared to run out. He saw us.

I was able to convey, through hand gestures, that I wanted him to be silent about us. He looked to Hannah, looked at me, and something clicked. That man is many things, but stupid is not one of them. He nodded.

"So, bitch," he said in a demeaning voice, "you want some?" Hannah nearly nodded her head off, she was so passionate. The ropes bound her hands to her sides, and made the most out of her tiny tits, but the rest of her skin was bare for the world to see. She was blind and gagged, but not the worse for it, as she seemed more alive than I had ever seen her. Her cheeks were flushed, her pussy was soaked, and a small drop of drool leaked out the corner of her mouth.

"Here it comes!" Pliny nearly shouted, lashing out with the whip. It hit Hannah square on the asscheeks, and she screamed into her gag, both with pain and pleasure. Katy, who I had not seen before, also danced forward with a switch, and lashed at Hannah's front, getting a good on up her pussy. Pliny leaned forward, and whispered something into Hannah's ear, and Hannah shivered, with expectation, it seemed. Then, Pliny left the room to talk to us, and brought Katy with him. We spoke in whispers.

"She yours?" He was a straightforward man.

"Yes." I tried to look nonchalant, but probably failed. So did he.

"Oh..."

"You can have her, though."

"What? Really? But..."

"No, really. I can't please her, but it seems you can. And you gave me Sophie, so it's only fair..."

"But...Sophie was- "

I cut him off. "No buts. I can't please Hannah, and you can. She's yours. Just, for this time, let me watch. So I can learn a bit of...technique."

He accepted it, but his face told me that it wasn't over yet. Ah, the generosity of man.

We entered. I made the quiet sign, a finger over my lips, to show Pliny I didn't want Hannah knowing I was here. Pliny nodded. "So, bitch, looks like I won't be leaving you here for the fishes to eat anymore." Hannah shuddered, and attempted to say something into her gag. Pliny lashed out with his whip again, catching Hannah across the shoulderblades. She was good, this time, and held her muffled screams.

Katy dropped her switch, picked up a shorter, stiffer, stick, and stalked forward, no longer the cute redhead but now a tiny tigress, a hunter. She knelt down at Hannah's pussy, and began to toy with it. Being a girl, she knew where to play with, and soon had Hannah screaming and moaning.

Pliny was still whipping Hannah, and hard. I noticed, however, although the whip cracked, and Hannah screamed, the marks looked gentle, no blood, no scars. I wondered.

But enough of that. Apparently, Pliny had gotten aroused enough, and chose to enter Hannah. Letting Katy have Hannah's pussy, Pliny took her anally, which probably was a ton more painful considering Hannah was standing up.

It was a beautiful sight, Katy, almost literally, eating Hannah's pussy, biting and chewing and poking and prodding, while Pliny rammed her ass as if she was no more than a toy. I was so entranced, I almost didn't notice that Sasha had mounted me and was riding. We both were facing the scene, eyes glued to it.

Then Pliny took out a piece of rope. I almost came right then and there. He lowered it around Hannah's neck, and I knew what came next. I also knew, that, since Hannah had come back to me alive the other times, that she was only to be within an inch of death.

Pliny winked at me as he began to choke her, hands closing the noose professionally. It was terrifying, yet beautiful, as I watched orgasm after orgasm wrack Hannah's body, her torn, pained body. Her legs collapsed, tears flowed from her blindfolded eyes, she leaked drool from her mouth and cum from her pussy. Finally, Pliny let go. Hannah fell forward, almost in slow motion, and Katy caught her. For a moment, I thought that it was the end, that they had gone too far. But I saw Hannah's leg twitch, and I was reassured.

"She'll be alright in a few." Pliny whispered to me. "It looks to me you could have some fun down here..." I looked down. I hadn't noticed I had cum, nor that Sasha had as well. Sasha was still staring at the scene with awed eyes, not noticing the fluid leaking out of her.

"Sasha", I whispered, shaking her. "Sasha..." She snapped out of it, almost literally.

"Wow..." she said, looking at me. "That was amazing. Can...can we do it sometime?" I almost laughed, I was so happily surprised. "Yes, if you really want to...someday else. Maybe tomorrow." I smiled.

We left happy. Pliny left Hannah there, saying that he had done it before, attempting to justify what he was doing with her. I brushed his excuses off, telling him that Hannah was his, that he was free to do whatever he wanted, that he was the only man on the earth that could please her anyways. Compliments never hurt.

It was growing dark, and Sophie found us, shaking her head. "Where do you guys go? I never know...anyways, I bought food already." She caught a sight of Pliny and squealed, and hid behind me. I patted her head. "Relax...he's not after you."

Pliny smiled. "Your master's right. I'm not." With that, he led Katy off toward wherever they went.

Sophie sighed. "I'm still afraid, Theseus. He scares me."

"When were we on a first name basis?" I roared lovingly, picking Sophie up and giving her tickles all over. She was laughing harder than anyone I had seen before, and, even after I set her down, after what may have been twenty minutes or so of tickling, she still was laughing and rolling on the grass. Sasha grinned at us, totally okay with me and Sophie being so close.

She knew she was my real lover...

The rest of the night went by rather mundanely. We ate dinner, we washed ourselves (and each other, and I brought them both to orgasm while "washing" their pussies). They went to bed, I sat down to write this, and now I am done.

Glory to Eros
Theseus

Day 7

Oh, my, this has been an eventful day. In fact, I didn't even know if I would have made it back, safely, here on the isle of Eros. Yet here I am, against all odds, again writing a diary of what I have done for the day. Well, now, that would be considered yesterday, as the moon has gone past its zenith, and is setting to allow Helios free reign of the sky.

But, ah, how the day started, so normally. I woke up with Sasha, without Hannah, who we had given to Pliny. We nuzzled each other lovingly, close together, so close we could feel each others breaths. The effect was ruined by Sophie returning from her morning money trip, loudly proclaiming "Wake up! Wake up lovebirds! Today's a special day!"

Sasha and I reluctantly sat up, rubbing sleep out of our eyes. "Special day...?" Sasha muttered. "I didn't hear about any..." Her eyes widened. "How long have you been on this island?" Sasha asked me.

"Today is the seventh day." I replied. Sasha's eyes widened. "Today!" she exclaimed. "Today! Today is the slave trade day! Cool!" she got out of bed and danced around as Sophie stood in the doorway, shaking her head.

Sasha suddenly stopped. "Wait...we have no money..." Both Sophie and I nearly burst out with laughter at Sasha's foolishness. She glared at us. "What? We don't..." Sophie held out a leather purse, and jingled it. I heard the sounds of wood and metal. It was quite a lot. We have even more now.

Sasha first took me to see the merchants. Although there was usually a ship or two at the docks, which we could ask for supplies from the mainland from, now, the whole place was crowded.

Merchants had set up stalls haphazardly on the sandy beach, the green grass, and the marble platforms. They hawked all sorts of wares, most having to do, to some extent, with sex.

"Tiger penis! Guaranteed dried tiger penis!"

"Extract of foxglove, amazing for your blood, it will make your orgasms explode..."

"Talismans! Blessed by priests of Eros! Talismans, to keep you up the whole night long!"

I was experienced with such people, but apparently, some of the others here weren't. They rushed from stall to stall, buying as much of each aphrodisiac as they could afford or hold.

We arrived at the long, wide, pier, to the largest ships, tied up at the end. From inside, I heard the scratching of small hands and feet, from the small air slits in the side, I saw the glint of fearful eyes. These, I realized, were the slave ships, holding hundreds of young girls, from bad households, the streets, and even some kidnapped, ready to be sold to a hungry island.

This was when the action started. Being reasonably well educated, I knew that a ship was loaded when its bottom was well below water level. Consequently, it surprised me when one of the moored, loaded ships had its rope cut by a rather shifty looking nude man.

It surprised me more when several other men were thrown off, some staying terrifyingly still. One was a reasonably old, kindly looking man, although his face was furious now. "GET THEM!"

he roared. "MUTINEERS! THIEVES! PIRATES!" Running out of things to call them, he resorted to a string of expletives ten miles long. Seeing as no one else wanted to help, all staring at the boat as it unmoored and began to make its way out to sea, I took impulse, and ran, at full speed, to jump on the boat.

I made it easily. Sasha and Sophie, who had both followed me, made it less easily, thumping ungracefully on the wood deck. We sat there, stunned, both by our impulsive behavior and the fact that we had not been discovered. We would have been discovered, if not for Sophie's quick thinking. "Quickly!" she whispered. "Sasha and I will pretend to be slaves on the ship.

You, pretend to be a pirate or something!" She rushed off, leaving me with questions unanswered, most notably, being "Why do I get the dangerous job?"

"Hey! You!" I turned around, scared for my life. An aging man, younger than the one who was thrown off, but also noticeably less kind looking, stalked toward me. I was a good solid head taller, yet he walked as if he owned me and the ship, which he probably did. "When did I hire you?" he asked, almost grunted, when he got to me. His breath was almost visibly yellow, his beard tangled and rough.

"Umm...when the rest of the crew was hired...sir. I tend to the girls' hygiene needs." I replied, trying to both hold my breath and think of the most despised job there would be. The man stared at me with his eyes another moment, then nodded. "Perhaps my memory's failing me...and anyways, them girls aren't going to need much more of your attention, the way this is going.

So take a break, relax for a bit. Soon, we'll be having fun of the likes which you've never seen..." I attempted a smile to match his yellow one.

So I relaxed for a minute, marveling in my good fortune. A minute after that, I tensed as I overheard someone telling the old captain man that there were too extra girls on board. I relaxed again as he simply dismissed this as a miscount.

We were on the boat now, but we could do little to help. We had still not lost sight of the island of Eros yet, as the wind and the tides were against us, and most of the crew lazed around on board, or stared hungrily at the girls in the below decks. After fighting for a bit, the captain was happy to let his craft drift until Poseidon favored us again. For entertainment, we had the girls...

Someone went down to the storage and brought up a girl, a slim, brown-skinned, brown-haired, perhaps tropical native, type girl. He claimed she was the "best among them", and that she could drink "all the cum you could make in your life." The poor girl had probably not said nor supported either statement, but she had no choice but to nod shyly. The man gripping her leaned down to her ear and whispered something, and she shifted a bit. Her legs, which had previously been shut tight, loosened, revealing her treasure. Her chest, pushed back because she was hunching, was forced forward in an attempt to make her imaginary breasts look larger.

All of the nude crew sported hard cocks now. The man who had claimed she could drink cum produced a rather large bowl, and invited us to try the girls' skills. We happily complied.

She was amazing. The bowl lay on the ground as she took as many men as she could, although no cocks actually went in her holes. Her hands wrapped around cocks, sometimes two at a time, and pumped speedily and efficiently, shooting their load while she aimed them at the bowl. A man stood behind her and used the her legs to stimulate him, cumming quickly from the touch of her smooth, warm skin. When I came up, she seemed to recognize me, and changed positions. Thankfully, no other man noticed this especially, all were too occupied with sex.

She used her mouth on me, letting me be the first man to feel her tongue dance on his tip, to feel the gentle suction. When I came, she only aimed the first spurt into the now halfway full basin, letting me shoot the rest down her throat. She smiled as I stood back, but it was cut short by the next man.

By and large, we all had a good cum, and the bowl was nearly full to the rim. The girl was indeed amazing, as, though she made all...I believe it was seven men of the crew cum, she had only stray strings around her body, especially on her legs and lower body and in her hair.

The sun was at its zenith when she stood up, picking up the somewhat heavy looking bowl of cum with her. Looking at us with a sexily naughty face, only her eyes betraying her sadness, she tipped the bowl to her mouth and drank.

She couldn't possibly have drank much, since, to be more sexual, she let it spill out, making white streams across her cheeks, down her neck, down her body, beading at her nipples. The streams flowed further, and eventually, it looked as if she had showered in cum instead of drank it. She did drink quite a bit, though, putting the almost empty bowl down with a fake sigh of satisfaction.

Her cum stained body was deliciously sexy, and the way she stood there turned us all on. And it wasn't even done yet. The "guard" that had been posted at the hatch to the lower decks came out, holding and fucking Sophie, who moved her hips sensually slowly. Sasha led the guard by the hand, and smiled sweetly at the whole crowd, the true sweetness directed at me. Her eyes stopped on the cum soaked girl, and their eyes met as they giggled, as if sharing a joke. "Oh, Jane, you're sooo dirty..." Sasha said, drawing out her words and putting her hand over the O shape her mouth made. Jane sweetly smiled. "Then maybe you'd care to clean me, Sasha?"

And clean Sasha did. She ran her tongue over Jane's body, taking in the streams of strange men's cum. Stopping at Jane's pussy, Sasha proceeded to give the most loving pussy licking I had ever seen. I could learn a bit from her technique.

Jane came quickly, letting out a drawn out moan of satisfaction, legs spasming. As if it was a signal (which it probably was), from the hatch area, which we couldn't see, the majority of the girls rushed forward.

At the time, I thought it was a failed plan. There was no way, even with my help, that these girls could hope to physically overcome the men, even if they had the only weapon on board, which was a knife, in the hands of the captain. But the plan was not to fight the men, at least not physically.

The suspicion and tension on deck vanished as soon as the first cock met pussy, mouth, or asshole. These girls were well trained, and nearly every man had two or three. I noticed the captain had made himself a delicious looking girl sandwich, which he was proceeding to fill with his cock.

Sasha sidled up to me, absentmindedly nibbling one of my nipples while stroking my cock. "The plan is to oversex them...then tie them up. No one has the ropes right now, but we have some girls getting them."

Sasha was a lot smarter than I thought she was. "Fine," I replied, pulling at Sasha's nipples. "But what am I supposed to do?" Sasha smiled mischievously. "Enjoy yourself!" she said, moving her head to my cock.

But not long after the first suck, all hell truly broke lose. The girls in hiding, still a formidable number, had managed to catch most of the crew and tie them without anyone noticing.

Unfortunately, about three of the crew were still up, but not for much longer, as they were swarmed by pre-adolescent girls and tied up. What scared me the most was that the captain was no longer in sight.

My fears were confirmed. He barreled out from nowhere, pushing several of the girls aside. In his hands he held a wicked knife, and lunged and stabbed Jane, who just happened to be closest. I saw red. Not even offering a prayer to Ares, I charged him.

He saw me coming and smiled evilly, readying himself so that I would impale myself upon his knife. It was too late for me, or so I thought.

Sasha came out of nowhere, screaming, and latched onto the captains' hand, knocking it out of the way. I crashed into all three, then quickly got up, preparing for combat. The captain, insanity now apparent in his eyes, only saw the lithe Asian girl who tackled him. His back was too me as he approached Sasha, preparing himself to end her life.

So I did what was necessary. Aiming perfectly, I stepped forward and loosed a strong, all-powerful kick straight into his man parts, which I could see dangling even from his backside.

The effect was immediate.

He dropped his knife so he wouldn't impale his own cock as he massaged it, collapsing on the floor. Sasha, quick thinking, grabbed it and threw it into the ocean. I kicked the captain again, to keep him down, and again, for trying to stab Sasha. Then I kicked him again, just for kicks.

Sophie and Sasha came over, lifted the moaning and pitiful captain, and heaved him off the edge. "He tried to stab me." Sasha growled. "He stuck his finger up my ass." Sophie provided.

I turned around to the angry stares of the gagged crew, and the silence of the girl slaves. It was an awkward moment, until I was mobbed by the girls, who shouted gleefully with their multitude of voices and accents.

They had an orgy again, except this time, they were happy as well. The bound sailors could only watch as pussies were lowered on their faces, or their hard cocks were pissed on and then yanked. Although they got sex, it wasn't near as gentle as they wanted.

I was the only man treated with respect. I was the one who got butterfly kisses all over my body and cock, who got to choose which hole I wanted, who the girls nearly tripped over themselves trying to get. Every time I came, there was always an eager mouth or hole waiting to accept it, and gratefully. Hands guided my cock to the next orifice that awaited me, and there were infinite in line. Yet, even through the haze of sex and girls, I felt something amiss...

Jane! Breaking away from the girl I had been fucking, a cute Asian, and rushed to where Jane had fallen. Sasha and Sophie sat around her, stemming the blood coming from, thankfully, her shoulder.

Sasha glared at me, making me guilty that I had partaken of sex with the other girls when one needed true attention here. I looked toward the coast. We were approaching, yes, thanks to the winds and tides that had originally been against us. Unfortunately, we were still quite far. I looked back to Jane, specifically, her wound. It was deep and painful looking, but, surprisingly, the blood was a lot less than what should have been. She was breathing hard, in deep pain. I looked to Sasha. "What should I do?" I asked.

Sasha shrugged. "I don't know. It just seemed impolite that you left her here to die." Her tone was accusing. To my deepest surprise, Jane giggled. We all gawked at her.

"What?" she asked. "I'm going to survive, we're on our way back to Eros island, and none of my friends were hurt. I'm happy...I only wish something would take my mind off this pain..." she licked her lips thoughtfully.

So I took her mind off the pain. Before, when she drank the cum down, she had been acting sexual. Now, when I fucked her, she really was. Almost ignoring the wound in her shoulder, we fucked hard and fast, each of us grunting with effort as we moved. I smelled, through the blood and the cum and the sweat, her true scent, an exotic sweetness, of flowers man had never known. Her skin was a bit clammy to the touch, but it warmed up soon enough.

Finally, she came, and her eyes glistened with pain and pleasure as she released her girl cum with a silent scream, then collapsing on board, exhausted, and hopefully asleep. We were close enough to shore, and the kindly old man who had called out for help first simply stood there, eyes wide, mouth almost to the floor, as others helped me guide the ship back to dock.

We left fools (at least to ourselves). We arrived heroes. The old man nearly dropped to his knees thanking me, and I had more than one awkward hug by random people. Sasha, Sophie, and I were all considered part of it, and praises were given in our honor. Jane was whisked off for some medical attention, but not before she gave me a wink, that I had no idea how to interpret.

I ate with Pliny that night, or rather, right after night had fallen, as the ship incident had taken the whole day. He had Katy and Hannah with him. I related to him my story, and he told me what he had done the whole day. Apparently, although he usually bought "disposable" slaves on slave day, Hannah was good enough. Nevertheless, on impulse, Pliny bought an Italian beauty, who was to him as Hannah was to me: shy, not talking, and cold during sex. I wondered...

Also, Pliny had made a sort of a bet with Hannah. As soon as news got to him that I had left, Pliny had Hannah hold three rocks up her pussy, and three up her ass, representing the three of us. We had all made it back safely, but Pliny ordered Hannah to hold them there.

So we had a funny little demonstration where, as Katy, Sasha, Sophie and I stared in amazement, Hannah squeezed three medium sized, roundish beach rocks from her ass, using much, much effort. It was cute, watching her face scrunched up in pain, her blonde hair plastered to her sweat. The pussy rocks were a bit easier, but afterwords, she let loose a stream of piss and expletives, both of which lasted quite a bit. Pliny gave Hannah a light spanking from that, both laughing all the while.

Finally, the day was over, and the moon was in the sky. We trudged back home, exhausted, and I tucked Sasha and Sophie in, kissing them both on the lips as they drifted off.

Now you understand how very confusing and surprising this day was. While I enjoyed it, it is not something I want to do everyday!

Glory to Eros
Theseus

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I have two ideas for the next few days, and want to consult whoever reads this, which one should come first? There are two choices, both of which will probably have Sasha in bondage.

2nd: Sasha feels Sophie isn't getting enough attention, but, unfortunately for Theseus, Sophie is not usually stimulated by only one cock anymore. Luckily, there are herbs and drugs that may have some effect...It ends up working too well, however, and Sasha is left to try and attract Theseus's attention by any means possible.