Laurana and the Pirates (M+/F, F/F, n/c)

	Salt air and sea spray whipped around Laurana's head as she looked across the Blood Sea.  Off near the horizon she could see the swirling red waters of the Maelstrom and piled clouds shot through with lightning.  
	Wind whipped her dress about her legs, pressing the thin fabric against the curves of her body.  She felt the fabric hugging her bare breasts and she covered them with her arms, flushing slightly.  She had thought about wearing something more concealing, her breeches or a heavier dress, but the heat and humidity were stifling whenever the wind died.  It might have been worth the suffering to keep from showing her breasts to the world though.
	"Two days until port, my lady," the captain of the Whirl said with a polite nod of his head.  
	"Good, thank you for letting me know," Laurana said cooly, not looking towards the captain.  She could see his lips tighten as he turned and stalked away towards the aft deck.
	Laurana rubbed the wood of the rail before her and grimaced at the memory of her dinner with the captain the night before.  She still felt greasy and no amount of boiled sea water would make her feel clean.

	"More wine, my lady?" Captain Jerem of the Whirl asked, tilting the bottle of Palanthian Red towards Laurana.
	"No, thank you, captain," Laurana said, covering her glass as the captain moved the bottle towards it.  The last three glasses combined with the slow rocking of the ship made her feel as if the room were slowly spinning.
	"More for you then, Lady Fall?" the captain said, pouring more wine for the young woman sitting by Laurana.
	"Oh, no.  Um, no, thank you," Lady Fall said as the captain filled her glass.  She glanced nervously from the captain to Laurana and then her glass.  Under the steady gaze and wide smile of the captain she took a sip of her wine, holding the glass steady with both hands.
	"How long have you been working for Lady Kanan?" Jerem said, leaning forward across the small captain's table to brush his fingers across Lady Fall's.
	"J-just a week," Lady Fall said, hesitantly pulling her fingers free of the captain's hand.  
	"Genevie, you look tipsy, perhaps you should retire to our quarters?" Laurana said, glaring at the captain.
	"Oh, but the night is young!" the captain said, stroking his oiled mustaches.  "And it has been so long since I've had the company of two such beautiful women."
	"I believe my assistant has had too much to drink, captain," Laurana said firmly.  "She should retire to her bed and rest.  Alone."
	"Yes, my lady," Genevie said hurriedly as she pushed back her chair and stumbled to her feet.  "Thank you for the dinner, captain," she said with a wobbly curtsy and turned to leave the cabin.  Her long gown swished against the side of the door, leaving Laurana and the captain to listen to her footsteps fading down the hall.
	"So, alone finally," Jerem said as he stood and closed the door behind Genevie.  "I'm sorry, if I had known you wanted to dine alone with me I would have found an excuse earlier."
	"I wanted you alone to tell you to leave that girl be," Laurana said sharply.  She stood and steadied herself with one hand on the table.  "I do no appreciate you leering at her like she's some common barmaid."
	"Oh, she's not common at all!" the captain said with a flourish of his hand.  "Such breeding, from such a noble family."  He winked at Laurana.  "But they all squeal just the same when you have them bent over a table, don't they?"
	Laurana flared red, feeling a blush running up her neck.  "You are a filthy cur, captain," she said.  "I don't even know what you are referring to."
	"What?" he said, blinking stupidly.  "I thought you were ploughing that little chit.  You certainly hover around her like you're afraid someone will put their seed in a field you've claimed."
	Laurana ground her teeth and fought the urge to hit the captain.  "Good night, captain, I believe that Lady Fall and I will be dining alone for the rest of our voyage," she said through gritted teeth.
	"Wait, I'm sorry," the captain said, grabbing Laurana's arm as she brushed by him.  "Forgive me, I should never have intruded on your territory.  Stay a while, I'll make it up to you.  I know women are jealous creatures and I was being greedy in thinking that I could have both of you beautiful ladies in my bed tonight.  You are by far the more beautiful, of course!" he said hurriedly when he saw Laurana's expression.

	Laurana rubbed her still sore knuckles and glared at the Blood Sea.  Another season, another frantic bout of carriage diplomacy.  And another season of botched schedules and delays forcing her to miss the official Palanthian Diplomatic Corps ship.  Instead of sailing back to Palanthas with the rest of the Corps and pleasant company, she was stuck on this scow of a smuggling vessel making a last voyage acros the Blood Sea before winter struck.
	Lady Fall didn't help things in the slightest either.  While it wouldn't have been pleasant, alone or with a more experienced traveller Laurana could have ridden hard enough to catch up with the Corps ship.  But Lady Fall was aristocracy and looked ill if the carriage went too fast over rough dirt roads.
	Laurana sighed as she remembered agreeing to take Lady Fall on as an assistant.  Her father had been convinced that it would be good for the young woman to spend time with such an illustrious personage as the former Golden General.
	Laurana glanced over to where Genevie was seated on a sea chest, shaded by a rig of spare sail cloth.  The woman was doing needlepoint of all things and either utterly unaware of the looks the sailors were giving her or a good enough actor not to show it.  From where Laurana stood it seemed that the Lord Fall saw the tavern tales of the Golden General in his daughter rather than the actual, rather timid and shy young woman.
	The Lady Fall was worth the attention the sailors were giving her.  She dressed quite demurely in what was the current style of Palanthas, a long flowing skirt with a neckline that only hinted at the generous bosom beneath.  She had a delicate face, fine-boned, perhaps with some elvish blood far back in her ancestry.  Her hair was a gleaming golden-red, shimmering and changing in hue depending on the angle of the sun.
	It was just as well that she was covered up, Laurana thought to herself.  She'd seen the body beneath those clothes as she and Genevie had prepared for bed.  If the sailors had been able to see what Laurana saw, they'd be most certainly too distracted to sail the ship.
	Although, Laurana wondered, as shy as she was, the Lady Fall had read far too many lurid romances.  Until they had actually boarded the Whirl, Lady Fall had been aflutter with fantasies about roguishly handsome captains and crews who kidnapped young noble ladies and immediately fell in love with them.
	Laurana didn't have the heart to explain what usually happened to young noble ladies who fell into the clutches of smugglers and roguish captains.  The best a woman as beautiful as Lady Fall could hope for was to be kept as the captain's personal plaything instead of being passed around by the crew.  Which actually did happen in one of the well thumbed novels Laurana had borrowed from Genevie to pass the time.  What that said about the Lady Fall's personal tastes and fantasies Laurana wouldn't hazard a guess.
	"Oh bloody Abyss, bloody Abyss take me," Laurana heard the captain yelling.  She looked towards him, wondering if he'd managed to get his mustache caught in the rigging, when she saw what he was frantically pointing at.
	To the north, speeding out of the currents of the Maelstrom, mast lowered to allow it to sneak up on the Whirl, was a pirate galley.  Laurana squinted, her keen eyes allowing her to pick out the crew manning the double banks of oars and she groaned.  Only one group of pirates still used galleys in an age of sail.  And as she saw the horned skull on a black background raised over the steering deck, she said to herself, "Minotaurs."

	There had been no battle.  None of the crew wanted to risk their lives fighting minotaurs, the most feared raiders of the Blood Sea.  Few governments and fewer individuals would risk themselves against them.
	"Surrender and you keep your lives and ship," the minotaur's captain yelled as the galley pulled alongside the Whirl, the oars biting into the water giving one last heroic pull before being shipped.  Coasting on that last pull, the galley banged against the side of the ship and was immediately secured by a dozen steel grapnels chained to the galley's deck.
	"We surrender!" Captain Jerem called back, waving his hat in the air.  
	"Get inside," Laurana hissed to Lady Fall.  "Get into the galley and hide in the pantry behind the sacks of flour."
	"W-what?" Genevie said, her hands still clutching her needlepoint.  "What about you, my lady?"
	"Just go!  Stay there and don't leave or say a word until I come to get you.  They won't bother taking the flour."  I hope, Laurana added to herself.  She gave Genevie a shove and snatched up the needlepoint the young woman dropped.
	"Who are these men, captain?" Laurana called out as she dropped onto the sea chest recently vacated by Genevie and set the needlepoint on her lap.
	"Pirates, my lady," Captain Jerem said with a nasty smile.  
	"Captain Brosh of the Sea Plough," the first minotaur over the rail said.  He hadn't even bothered to unsheathe the cutlass at his side.  "Assemble your crew on the foredeck and bring me your cargo manifest."
	"Captain Jerem of the Whirl," Jerem said, doffing his hat to the minotaur.  "Perhaps you remember me?  We did some business a year or so back."
	Brosh glanced at Jerem and put his fists on his hips.  Laurana watched the muscles shift on his bare chest and shuddered to herself.  Brosh and his men were dressed traditionally, only a leather kilt and a leather harness to hang weapons and tools from.  
	"Yes, I remember you.  Then you know how I deal," Brosh said.  "Be honest and you keep your ship, crew, and enough supplies to make landfall.  Try and lie to me and I'll burn this scow to the waterline."
	"Of course, captain," Jerem said, bowing.  He took the cargo manifest from his first mate and handed it to the minotaur.  He leaned closer and Laurana could just barely hear him whispering, "I would greatly appreciate it if you left the elf bitch.  Normally I'd give her to you gladly, but I've only been paid a quarter of my fee.  She'll have the rest when we dock.  But there's a-"
	"You!" Laurana yelled as she jumped to her feet.  "Why have we stopped?"  She glanced at Brosh and managed to look down on him even though he towered over her by at least two feet.  "I have a schedule to keep."
	"Watch that mouth of yours," Brosh snapped back, "or I'll have my men fill it with something."
	Laurana clamped her mouth shut, fuming and clenching her fists together.  "What's your name?" Brosh continued.
	"Lady Elwena Starshine," Laurana said, praying that Jerem's need for her steel later would outweigh any greedy attempt to sell her or Genevie to the minotaurs now.  "I booked passage with this ship on the understanding that it was the fastest means of travel.  I have a schedule to keep to."
	"Well, my lady," Brosh said, "your schedule will be disrupted.  Just how much so is up to you.  Now sit down and do your needlepoint."
	Laurana opened her mouth to retort but Brosh had already turned his back on her.  His crew were spreading out across the deck, herding the human crew to the foredeck.  They were leering at her as they passed her seat and she tried not to shudder as they nudged each other and nodded in her direction.

	"Take Korm, Sorks, Bais, and Larse," Brosh said in a low voice to his first mate, Juts.  "I want you to search all the guest quarters and the captain's quarters at the same time.  Be quiet and quick about it, they won't destroy the diplomatic documents until they think we'll find them."
	"Yes sir," Juts said.  "Do you think that elf is the diplomat?"
	"I'm sure of it, she matches the description perfectly.  Our client says she's traveling alone but be careful, there's always a chance she brought along a bodyguard.  We need those documents intact, they're worth more than everything else on this tub."

	Laurana watched as the first mate headed into the ship with a few crew members.  Brosh was flipping through the manifest and pointing out items to his crew who dragged open the cargo hatches and jumped down.  She relaxed slightly, the minotaurs were working fast and efficiently, she doubted they'd even go by the galley unless it was to grab a quick meal.
	She bit her lip and looked down at the needlepoint.  The diplomatic dispatches should be safe, they looked like a journal stored with Genevie's novels.  Nothing a pirate would bother glancing at.
	"Got 'em, captain," the first mate called as he stepped back out onto the deck.  "Hidden with some books."
	"Anyone else below decks?" Brosh said.
	"No sir, we didn't see anyone."
	"You're sure?"
	"Well, there's only one bed in the guest quarters.  Guess you could fit two people in it but I only saw women's clothing.  No men's clothing at all.  And nothing out of the ordinary in the bunks either."
	Laurana let out a small sigh of relief.  She guessed minotaurs wouldn't know see any difference in Genevie's gowns and her own clothes.  But why in the name of the Abyss did he have the dispatches?  
	"Good job, Juts," Brosh said as he flipped through the pages of the dispatches.  "Go stow this in my chest, make sure it's wrapped up tight, I don't want a drop of water touching it."
	"Yes sir!" Juts said, taking the dispatches and heading towards the rail.
	"And Juts," Brosh said with a smile that broadened as he turned towards Laurana.  "Hurry back, we're not going to wait for you."
	"What do you want?" Laurana said as calmly as possible.
	"Well, Lady Kanan, we just need to complete the rest of our contract."
	"What do you mean?  And that's not my name."
	Brosh shrugged.  "I don't care what you call yourself.  Now, I've got a message for you," he looked up at the sky and then cleared his throat.  "Consider this a gift from Lemish," he said.  "Be sure to visit again soon."
	Laurana felt herself pale and tried to regain her composure.  Those rat-sucking weevils had hired this pirate to steal the dispatches and then brag about it.  She fumed and felt her teeth grinding together.  She was going to drag the Lemishite ambassador from the embassy right into the middle of Shoikan Grove when she got back to Palanthas.
	"Now, for the gift," Brosh said, standing in front of Laurana.
	"What do you mean?" she said, edging back from him.
	"You know what I mean, bitch," he said cheerfully as he lunged forward and snatched her upper arms.  Laurana yelled and lashed out with kicks that the minotaur neutralized by turning her sideways and then throwing her over his shoulder.
	"Set me down, I am Lady Elwena Starsun, my father will have your head for this!" Laurana yelled, pounding at the rock hard muscle of Brosh's back, then trying to grab for his harness.
	"Starshine, you mean?" Brosh said as he roughly dumped her onto the deck.  He motioned and one of his men tipped over a medium sized barrel of salted cod.
	"Go to the Abyss!" Laurana snarled as she lashed out with a kick.  Brosh turned, expecting her to go for his crotch, but Laurana's foot smashed into his ankle and made him stagger with a grunt of pain.
	Laurana scrabbled to her feet and darted for the hatch to the quarters.  Juts grabbed for her but she ducked under his arms and reached for the hatch.  She was halfway through it when someone snagged her dress and yanked her back.  She lashed out blindly with her fist as she fell backwards and when she landed she looked up and saw Captain Jerem holding his side.
	"You whoreson," Laurana snarled, pouncing to her feet, uncaring of how her dress had ripped all the way down her back.  She nearly landed another punch when Juts grabbed her arms and threw her to Brosh.
	Laurana grunted and writhed, yelling, punching, kicking, and scratching at the minotaur holding her.
	"My thanks, captain," Brosh said with a nod to Jerem.  The human nodded and glared at Laurana, hot fury in his eyes.
	"No thanks needed, someone needs to teach this bitch a lesson in manners," Jerem said with a smirk.
	"You're a dead man!" Laurana yelled at him as Brosh twisted her right arm behind her back and forced her up onto her tip toes.
	"I told you to watch that mouth," he said into her ear as he buried his other hand in her hair and forced her to kneel before the barrel.
	"Damn you to the Abyss!  I hope Takhisis sucks the marrow out of your bones while you're still alive!" Laurana cursed.
	"You really need a lesson in manners," Brosh said with a laugh.  "We'll see if you can use that mouth as well in other ways.  Won't we boys?" he yelled.  Laurana felt a sick stab of fear run through her at the answering hoots and hollers of the minotaur crew.  She gasped in terror as Brosh let go of her arm and then ripped her tattered dress from her bare body.
	"Where's that mouth now?" Brosh laughed as Laurana remained silent.  
	"Damn you," she whispered as his hand slipped under her smallclothes and then roughly tore them, exposing the lush curves of her ass to the world.
	"It's true, elf sluts don't wear much under their dresses," Brosh yelled to more cheers.  
	"She's a real slut, Captain Brosh," Jerem said, greedily taking in Laurana's naked body.  "Practically threw herself at me last night.  Didn't you?"
	Laurana looked up at him with a curse on her lips but then she saw the look in his eyes.  He was going to play with her, he could tell Brosh about Genevie at any moment if he wanted to.
	"Y-yes," Laurana said with downcast eyes.
	"Oh ho, she admits it!" Brosh said.  "I was paid to teach you a lesson in manners, but I think this might be familiar territory for you."
	"Damn you," Laurana said with a hitch in her voice.  
	"Still with the mouth," he said as he ran his free hand over Laurana's soft, naked flesh, chuckling as she shuddered, moaned, and tried to twist away from him.  "We'll deal with that later."
	Laurana gasped as she felt the unmistakable hardness of his cock pressed against her back.  It was huge, like a watchman's truncheon.  
	"Oh gods," she whispered, her body trembling with fear.

	Laurana bit her lip, trying not to cry out as the pirate captain dragged her down by her hair.  She shuddered as her bare stomach pressed against the wood of the barrel, her head forced down until her forehead pressed against the deck.
	"Heh, I think she's used to this position," the captain said as Laurana pressed her hands against the deck and clenched her legs together.  "Got bent over and pulled a caravan before, have you?"
	"Just do it, you monster," Laurana hissed, eyes closed, fingers clutching at the deck as the minotaur knelt behind her, one hand still pressing her head down.
	"Hear that?  She acts like some high and mighty bitch, but she's still asking for cock," he yelled at his crew.
	"Damn you," Laurana whispered and shuddered as his other hand rubbed her taut buttocks.  His rough fingers poked at her exposed quim and jabbed in roughly, bringing a sharp cry from the elven princess' mouth.  "Abyss take you," Laurana said through gritted teeth as the minotaur forced a finger deep into her and twisted roughly, laughing as the elf maiden writhed on the barrel.
	"She's tight, boys," the captain said.  "But elf sluts are always tight so that doesn't prove a thing.  Bet she's fucked everything with a cock around the Blood Sea."
	Laurana sobbed and pounded her hand against the deck in a futile attempt to raise herself.  Another cry escaped her lips as the captain pulled his finger free.
	"Soaking wet already!" he yelled and Laurana shook her head, blonde hair cascading down in a curtain that hid her face from the crowd of onlookers.  "Oh no," the captain said as he reached down and swept Laurana's hair back, holding it secure with the hand buried in her hair.  "I want everyone to see how much you enjoy this."
	Laurana kept her eyes closed and tried to compose herself.  But her breath rushed in and out of her like a whirlwind and she could feel the thudding of her heart as the minotaur used his knees to force her thighs apart.
	"Oh gods," Laurana moaned as she felt his cock at her quim.  "Paladine, save meeeeee-" she was cut off by her squeal as the minotaur rammed himself into her.
	Laurana writhed under the captain, her arms flailing wildly as she tried to tug his hand free and reached back to try and push him off her.  She was squealing, her mouth wide as the minotaur pounded his way into her, stretching her farther than she had ever hoped or dreamed to be stretched.  A rush of images flooded her mind, a brightly lit tiled cell deep underneath Neraka, the stocks standing in the middle of the room that she had been locked in.  Then the sound of minotaur hooves on the tile and the awful feeling of rough hands parting her thighs-
	"Nooooo, gods, no," Laurana wailed as the captain continued to fill her with his cock.  Her eyes were wide now and she jerked and pulled, trying to look away from the minotaur's leering crew and the lust filled gazes of the ship's crew who had been let off the foredeck to see the spectacle of an elven lady being humped like a drunken tavern slut.  
	Laurana cried out and went limp as the minotaur slammed himself to the hilt, her entire body trembling and whimpers escaping from her lips.  Her breath came in ragged pants and she was barely aware of the audience.  All she could feel was the immense minotaur's cock plunged deep into her.
	"P-please," she started to say and then the captain jerked himself back and plunged himself deep into her again.  He grunted above her, one hand keeping her head down, the other reaching down to squeeze and caress her dangling, bouncing breasts.
	"Look at her, taking my cock like she's been fucking minotaurs for years!" he roared, laughing as he pounded Laurana's quivering body.  The elf princess was gasping and moaning, little screams coming with every hard, pounding thrust.
	Laurana sobbed, eyes squeezed shut but still seeing the leers on the men watching her violation.  Her feet kicked futilely and she felt the deep burning of shame when she heard the sounds escaping her mouth.  She was gasping, moaning, sobbing, begging, and screaming.  
	"Squeals like a good whore too," the captain grunted as he bent over and increased the pace of his thrusts.  Laurana's cries rose in volume as wailed, tears starting to run down her sweaty and flushed face.  "Now you take this, take it all you elven slut," the captain hissed, pressing Laurana's head back against the deck with both hands as he gave a last tremendous thrust and roared in triumph.
	Laurana's scream almost drowned out the captain's victorious shout as she felt his seed filling her with each of his rapid thrusts.  She sobbed uncontrollably as he let go of her hair and let her slump forward, her body limp.
	Laurana squealed again as the captain pulled himself out of her, a last hot jet of come splashing on the back of her neck and into her sweaty, toussled golden hair.  She could feel his seed dripping out of her abused quim, mixing with her own juices to coat the insides of her thighs and drip onto the deck.
	"Look at her, won't even close her legs," the captain rumbled, giving Laurana's ass an affectionate pat.  "She knows her place.  Form a line!  You know how to treat elf sluts."
	Laurana shivered and tried to close her legs but it was too late.  Already the first mate had dropped to his knees behind her and was eagerly spreading her legs.  He reached under her limp body with both hands and cupped her breasts, filling his calloused palms with her flesh.  
	"Biggest tits I've ever seen on an elf," Juts said to his crewmates before pulling one hand back to guide his cock into Laurana's plundered hole.  "Bet you're real proud of these tits, aren't you, slut?" he said as he pushed himself into his victim.
	Laurana moaned, weakly trying to push away the hands groping her breasts and playing her her nipples.  Another flush of shame went through her when the minotaur lifted and pressed her breasts together, miming a motion she had done so many times standing naked before her mirror.  
	Then a memory of Genevie looking at her in a shared inn room.  The young noble staring at Laurana's bare breasts as the elf stepped out of the bath.  "I wish, I wish mine were more like yours," Genevie had said, then blushed with horror and ran from the room.
	"D-don't, please," Laurana whimpered, turning her head to see the leering minotaur violating her.  
	"Please?  My pleasure, slut," he said and began to pound away at her.  Laurana sobbed, her slender hands clutching at the rough paws locked onto her breasts.  She whimpered as his fingers dug into the soft flesh and pulled her back onto each thrust of his cock.  
	The first mate rode her hard and fast, never once letting go of her breasts.  Laurana screamed again as she was filled with seed and then pushed forward to drop limply over the barrel as he pulled out of her.  With a grimace of disgust, Laurana saw the first mate as he moved around the barrel and dragged her head up just in time to be splattered with a gout of his come. 
	Laughter filled the air as Laurana jerked away with a shriek and fell backwards onto her ass, legs splayed apart, arms propping her up.  The elven woman sobbed and closed her eyes, clenching her shivering legs together, covering her breasts with one arm. 
	Tears ran down her face as Laurana shuddered in disgust at the feeling of come dripping down her nose and cheeks, over her lips, and then off her chin.  Then, as she opened her eyes and tried to wipe the come from her face with trembling hands, she saw the line of minotaurs standing before her, waiting their turn.
	Laurana looked up at them, hands sticky with the come of the first mate, and shook her head in mute protest.  "I can't, I can't take anymore, mercy, have mercy," she begged, hating the tremble in her voice, the fear and desperation she heard there.  Then, a wide leer splitting his face, the next crewman stepped forward, reaching down to push Laurana to the deck as her wails filled the air.
	



	Brosh looked down at Laurana and smirked as she moaned softly.  She lay limp on her side, her legs drawn up and her arms lying limp on the come splattered deck.  Her long golden hair lay bedraggled across her face, sticky with more come.  Each member of the minotaur crew had taken her and either pumped their seed deep into her or sprayed it across her sobbing, tear streaked face.  Now Laurana lay still, barely conscious, come leaking out of her battered boy.
	"Where's that mouth now, bitch?" Brosh said casually as the last of his crew finished jerking off onto Laurana's face.  The elf maiden whimpered and twitched as hot wads of minotaur seed splattered and dribbled down her cheeks.
	"Seems she's learned a lesson in how to behave," Jerem said, leering at the utterly debauched woman lying in front of him.  "Will you be taking her with you?" he asked, his eyes twitching from Laurana's trembling body to Brosh and back again.
	"No, our orders were to leave her aboard the ship so she can set an example," Brosh said with a shrug.  "A shame, she'd fetch her weight in steel at the market, easily.  But we're being well compensated and having a woman on board a raiding ship is bad luck."
	"I see, I see," Jerem said, twisting his hands and beaming at Jerem.  "Did your orders mention anything about my crew?"
	"Nothing about you," Brosh said, turning towards his own ship as his crew sauntered towards the rail, slapping each other on the back and laughing as they made obscene gestures towards Laurana.  There were clanks and the sound of wood splintering as they worked the grapnels free of the deck and railing and tossed them back onto their ship.  Brosh smiled and slapped Jerem on the shoulder, staggering the captain.  "Oh, wait, there was an order."
	The minotaur turned towards where the rest of the human crew were gazing at Laurana with a mixture of disgust and lust.  "I want each of you sailors to fuck this whore, any man who doesn't gets fed to the sharks!" Brosh yelled, waving his cutlass in the air.  "No holes left unplundered!  Now get to work!"
	Brosh nodded towards Jerem.  "Well, captain, that'll prevent you from following me and trying to take back your cargo, eh?" he said.
	"Oh, yes, a damn shame," Jerem said, watching as the first of his crew grabbed Laurana's ankles and hauled her over onto her stomach.  The elf woman moaned as she was dragged across to a clean section of the deck.  "And we can't be blamed for what we did to the ambassador there, we want to live."
	"It's a tough life," Brosh said and swung his leg over the railing.  He glanced towards the crew and smiled and shook his head at the sound of Laurana squealing.  "Be seeing you around the Blood Sea, Jerem."
	"Be seeing you," Jerem said with a wave as the minotaur dropped out of view.
	"Oh gods, you monsters!"  Laurana wailed.  "Please, get off me, don't- no, not there, please-" 
	Jerem watched eagerly at the sight of Laurana pinned face down to the deck beneath a deckhand, her hands held down by two more sailors, another two holding her legs apart.  Her head was thrown back, her eyes wide and her mouth open as she squealed and begged for mercy between ragged pants.
	"Take it, take it you stuck up noble slut, always wanted to bugger one of you sluts-" the deckhand was grunting as he sodomized the princess beneath him to the cheers of the rest of the crew.
	Laurana's screams and then moans and finally whimpers filled Jerem's ears as he stood back and watched the depraved tableau on the deck.  The elf maiden's torments were only just beginning as the first deckhand shot his load and was pulled off by the next sailor in line.
	"Paladine, save me," Laurana begged, "please, not there again, please-"
	The spectacle of Laurana writhing under the pounding thrusts of a sailor, her limbs held tightly down by the crew, her head tossing, her wails and squeals driving the sailors to new heights of lust, continued.  One after another they took turns buggering their victim, laughing and jeering as she begged for mercy, for a respite from the relentless assault on her body.  Finally, after at least half a dozen sailors had sodomized her, Laurana could only whimper and moan as the next sailor mounted her and plunged his cock between the taut globes of her ass.
	"I don't think getting buggered is enough for her," Jerem said from his vantage point.  "Better give her some more to satisfy that slut."
	The crew roared in approval and lifted Laurana onto her hands and knees, then laughing as she collapsed onto her elbows and would have slumped back to the deck if her hair hadn't been caught and pulled upwards.
	"Bastards, whoreson bastards," Laurana moaned, eyes closed and shudders running through her body as the sailor pounded away at her from behind.  "Die, I'll see you all dead, you'll be strung up and-" her moans were cut off by a sailor thrusting his cock between her soft, pink lips.  Laurana's eyes shot open and then closed again as disgust and humiliation contorted her face around the cock filling her mouth.  Her protests came out as muffled, obscene moans as she was mounted from both ends, her hands weakly pushing at the sailor in front of her.
	Laurana's violation lasted through the afternoon and into the evening as every sailor in the crew took his turn with the helpless elf princess.  Their lust built to ever greater highs until forcing her to take two cocks at once was no longer enough.  Jerem cackled as Laurana was rolled onto her back, a cock rammed into her ass from below, her legs hauled wide apart and another pushed into her quim as she wailed how she couldn't take any more.
	She was proven wrong as her head was guided onto another cock and her body pinned, writhing and flailing, between the three sailors.  Eventually more sailors grabbed those flailing hands and forced her soft, delicate elven fingers to wrap around their engorged cocks and stroke them until they exploded across her heaving breasts and her flushed cheeks.
	"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," Laurana panted, come dripping from her lips as she raised her head and looked down, seeing the cock between her legs and feeling the one in her ass.  "No, no, no, no," she started wailing as she writhed, trying to escape from the men pounding her body.  Then, with a shriek, she arched her back, her hands slapping at the deck, and more shrieks coming from her wide mouth.
	"She just came!" Jerem yelled.  "Uppity slut just came, give it to her harder!  See if you can make her squeal like that again!"
	Laurana sobbed and tried to cover her face with her hands as the crew doubled their efforts, giving her no respite from the gang rape.  But as evening fell and her writhing body became lit by the silver light of Solinari, Laurana felt herself come again and again, her body out of control as her wild screams filled the night air.

	"Back to work you lazy sods," Jerem said after his crew had finished with Laurana.  She lay sprawled, spread-eagled on the deck, unconscious now.  "We'll drift into the Maelstrom if you lot don't get us back on course."
	"It'd be worth it, captain," one sailor said as he staggered back to his post.
	"Hah!  But we've still got two more days before we reach port!" Jerem yelled to his crew.  "And I tell you, we're going to enjoy those days!"  The crew answered with a chorus of cheers.
	"Hear that, whore?" Jerem said as he leaned close to Laurana and sneered at the sight of the princess sprawled across the deck, men's seed leaking from every hole.  "And don't think I've forgotten about that red-haired fuck toy of your's either.  Not for a second."

	Genevie recoiled in horror as she was dragged into Jerem's quarters by the captain.  Laurana lay spread, sprawled on her back across his small table, her knees bent over the edge of the table and her ankles tied to the legs of the table.  Laurana's wrists were tied with long lengths of rope to the other two table legs, leaving her crotch on the end of the table for all to see.  The former Golden General's head hung back off the end of the table, her long, lustrous mane of shining blonde hair trailing down to the floor.
	But as terrifying as the sight of the naked and helpless elf princess was, it was the sight and smell of the come leaking out of Laurana's violated quim that made Genevie swoon and stagger.
	"Oh Paladine," Genevie whispered as Jerem pushed her forward then locked the door behind him.
	"Wake up, my sweet elf whore," he said as he moved over to the table and caressed Laurana's bare breasts with both hands.  He leaned forward and lifted Laurana's head by her hair, slapping her face lightly until she groaned and her eyelids flickered.  "Came so hard she passed out, she did," he said to Genevie.
	"Oh Paladine," Genevie whispered again, her hands covering her mouth as she backed into the corner of the cabin.  "What- what did you do to her?"
	"Me?  I didn't do anything," Jerem said.  "My crew just got out of hand, I couldn't stop them from fucking the ambassador in every hole until she came like a cheap dock slut."
	"You're a monster," breathed Genevie, shaking her head in terror as Jerem stalked towards her and grabbed her wrist.  "Let go of me!"
	"Not just yet," he said with a smile as he pulled her to the head of the table where Laurana's head hung limply, her eyes glazed.  "Say hello to your friend, slut," Jerem said.  "I found her hiding in the galley.  You're lucky I decided to search for her myself, if the cook had found her she'd be getting fucked up the ass by him and his mates right now."  Jerem leered at Genevie's horrified gasp.  "Oh, don't worry, whore, he'd use plenty of grease to bugger you."
	"Leave- leave her alone," Laurana gasped, trying to lift her head.
	"Why should I?" Jerem sneered as he walked behind Genevie and wrapped his arms around the frozen woman's slender waist.  His hands reached upwards and she moaned as he roughly cupped her breasts, then tugged at the neck of her dress.  "Maybe I'll fuck this little whore of your's and toss her out for the rest of my crew.  We could use a little variety."
	"Please," Laurana sobbed, her voice full of despair.  "I'll- I'll do anything for you, just don't let them have her."
	"My lady," Genevie finally managed to whisper.  
	"How about you?" Jerem said, reaching up and twisting Genevie's face towards his.  "Would you like it if I kept you for myself and tossed the ambassador out for my crew?  It's been at least two hours since they finished with her, I'm sure they're ready to plough her again by now."
	"I- my lady," Genevie said, her eyes flicking from Jerem to Laurana.  
	"Just say the word," Jerem whispered in Genevie's ear, leering at Laurana from over her now bare shoulder.  He continued to tear at her dress, dragging it down to her waist and shredding her slip.  "I'll even be nice to you, you'll enjoy spending the night with me."
	"I-" Genevie said, and saw Laurana mouthing, "Do it."
	"I'll, I'll do whatever you want, just don't give her back to those monsters," Genevie said in a rush, tears glistening in her eyes.
	"No," moaned Laurana.  "Genevie..."
	Jerem grunted in disappointment and shoved Genevie forward, pinning her to the side of the table as he roughly divested her of the remainders of her clothes, leaving her standing there naked but for her white silken stockings, garter belt, and the high heeled slippers she had chosen to wear that morning.  He shoved her closer to the table until her crotch was pressed against Laurana's face, eliciting a moan from both women.
	"Do what you will with me," Genevie whispered, eyes closed as she felt Jerem's hand on her neck, pressing her down until her face was pressed against Laurana's warm and taut belly.  She could feel Laurana's full breasts pressed against her own stomach, could feel the snorting gasps for breath against her crotch as Laurana tried to twist and turn her head away from Genevie.
	"I am a man of my word," Jerem said with snarl as he knocked Genevie's legs apart with his booted foot.  He pushed her forward further and slapped her ass, grinning as she yelped.  Then he crouched and looked Laurana in the eye, laughing at the mixture of sorrow, fury, and humiliation in her eyes as Genevie's nether lips pressed against her face.
	"Lick her," Jerem said, tugging Laurana's head up by her hair.  "Lick her or I send her out onto the deck like this and you can listen to her scream."
	Laurana moaned and Genevie gasped and sobbed as the elf maiden began to slowly lap at Genevie's quim.  Jerem watched in silent satisfaction, lifting and adjusting Genvie as needed so that Laurana could fully access her.
	"My lady," moaned Genevie, her hands flat on the table as she gasped for breath, then cried out as Jerem thrust his finger into her, pumping it into her as Laurana's hot tongue lapped at her now swollen clit.  "Oh gods, oh gods, I'm sorry, my lady," Genevie sobbed, gasping and whimpering as Jerem filled her with another finger and began to knead and caress her shapely buttocks, spanking her in time with his fingers until her flesh was aflame.
	"That's it, good girl," Jerem whispered, still staring at Laurana though the elf had long ago shut her eyes to his leering face.
	"Oh gods, my lady, my lady, Laurana!" Genevie cried out, her legs tensing, the long muscles in her thighs and calves tightening as she gripped the sides of the table spastically, high pitched wails filling the cabin as her nectar spilled out across Jerem's fingers and Laurana's tongue.
	"Very nice, yes, very good show, my sluts," Jerem panted, licking Genevie's sweet juices from his finger.  Laurana's head slumped back, her mouth open as she panted for breath.  She moaned as Genevie was pulled back and forced to kneel, their faces inches apart.
	"I'm so sorry, my lady," Genevie whispered, her eyes filled with tears of shame as Jerem pushed their faces together.
	"Forgive me," Laurana whispered back as their lips met and they kissed, their tongues dancing.
	"Clean her up, slut," Jerem said in a hoarse voice.  Laurana groaned as Genevie lapped her own juices from Laurana's lips and cheeks.  Laurana could hear her assistant whimpering and panting and felt the drop of Genevie's tears on her face.  "Now, time to return the favor."
	Laurana moaned, her muscles aching with fatigue, her jaw sore from hours of fellating minotaurs, sailors, and now Lady Fall.  "She did what you said," Laurana murmured, not sure if Jerem could hear her, "just let her go, I'll go back out there..."
	Laurana moaned again, louder, and tugged at the ropes binding her as she felt hot breath against her bare quim.  "Forgive me, my lady," Genevie said and Laurana felt her tongue hesitantly lap against her quim.
	"Gods, oh gods," Laurana sobbed, feeling her body flush as Genevie's lips and tongue began to pleasure her.  Her talent was awkward, inexperienced, and Laurana felt yet more shame fill her when she realized she was comparing Genevie to Kitiara.  And then the memories of the black haired Highlord came back to Laurana, memories of being tied just like this as Kitiara lapped between her legs and a lucky officer filled Laurana's mouth with his cock.
	"So wet," Kitiara had smirked, her face between Laurana's trembling thighs.  "You come so easily when you're tied down, like you've waited your entire life for someone to show you your place.  And you eat pussy like the best Nerakan courtesan after just a few lessons.  Is the incentive of not getting buggered by a troop of draconians what lets you learn so fast?  Or is it natural talent and inclination?  From the look of my captain there, you're good with your mouth in general, General."
	But this time no grunting and leering officer plunged his cock between her gasping lips to finally pour his come across her face as Kitiara laughed.  Instead Laurana heard- and felt- Genevie squeal as Jerem mounted her from behind.  Laurana managed to barely lift her head through an effort that left her head swimming.  Tears began to fill her eyes at the sight she saw, Genevie bent over, her red hair shaking as the young noblewoman's head bobbed between Laurana's spread thighs.  And there behind Genevie, the leering captain, his hands crawling across Genevie's soft, hot flesh, then finally one hand gripping the woman's slender waist, the other reaching under her and maul her swinging breasts.  
	Jerem's grunts filled the room as he leered at Laurana, laughing at the dismay and shame on her face.  "Quite the ride, this one," he crowed as he rammed himself into Genevie, his hands pulling her back onto each of his thrusts then pushing her forward against Laurana again.  "Bet you wish you were riding her like this, eh?  I'm sure you've made her eat you like this before, no reason to keep a sweet whore like this around otherwise."
	"Ahhhh, ahhh, gods, gods!" Genevie wailed, her head lifting from Laurana's crotch for a second.  A mixture of Laurana's nectar and the come of dozens of sailors shone on her lips and face and Genevie's eyes were wide as her hands flailed for purchase and convulsively gripped Laurana's taut, spread thighs.  "Please, please, oh gods, stop it!"
	"You chose this, whore," Jerem snarled, shoving Genevie's face back down against Laurana's quim.  "Don't think that you're fooling me, I know you love this.  You're wetter than a gang-banged Taladras slave girl."  
	Laurana let her head fall back and let the moans she had been holding back loose.  She prayed that Jerem heard only the shame in her voice as she gasped and moaned, whimpered and cried out.  Her head tossed to and fro, her hair dancing, her wrists and ankles tugging and kicking at the ropes binding them.  For deep inside herself, Laurana knew that the moans were composed of more than just shame at being pleasured by Genevie, humiliation at being spread and trussed for Jerem's use, anger at being treated like a cheap back alley whore.  Beneath all that Laurana's moans were filled with a horrible pleasure, pleasure ridden with guilt that she was achieving it only because poor Genevie was being raped and forced to pleasure her.
	But it was pleasure nonetheless and Laurana could not help but moan even more loudly between gasps of pleasure.  Genevie's tongue continued to lick her, laving deep inside her quim and then across her clit.  The woman's cries and whimpers only added to the pleasure of her tongue and those cries increased in volume and frequency as Jerem leaned forward and began to pound away at his victim.
	"No, no, noooo-" Laurana wailed as she felt herself climaxing, her body tensing and tossing against her bonds, the table shaking beneath her as she screamed out her orgasm, a flood of her nectar being lapped up by Genevie.
	Finally, it was over, Laurana lay limp, her head hanging, eyes closed, tears and sweat dripping down her face.  She heard a thump and Genevie's moans and sobs as the woman was thrown onto the captain's bed.  Then Laurana felt the ropes being untied and she was being dragged across the cabin, too weak to resist as Jerem threw her onto the bed besides Genevie.
	The two women lay exhausted and spent, too weak to rise from the bed as Jerem turned and left the cabin.  They lay side by side, their faces inches apart, both panting.  
	"I'm so sorry," Genevie whimpered. 
	"Shhh, shhh," Laurana said, reaching out to gently caress her assistant, a flood of shame filling her when she realized she was delighting in the feel of the young woman's body next to hers.  Genevie moved closer into Laurana's arms, her breasts pressed against Laurana's, her legs twining with the elf princess', silk rubbing against bare skin.  Laurana felt her heart race as Genevie pressed her face against Laurana's shoulder and clung to her.  Then, in the warmth of each other's embrace, the two women fell into slumber, their bodies still shining with the sweat and juices of the previous minutes.

	Genevie whimpered softly as Jerem rubbed his fingers between her legs, her thighs trembling as she kept herself spread as she sat on his lap.  
	"Bet this was a dream come true for you, wasn't it?" he chuckled into her ear.  Laurana lay sprawled against the headboard of the bed.  On this last night of the voyage she had been given to the crew again, thrown out onto the deck nude, a collar and leash around her neck.  The crew had led her from station to station, the bosun holding her leash as each crew member took a short break from their duties to violate the moaning and gasping elf woman.
	The hours had passed in a blur for Laurana, a haze of cock plunging into her from behind, more filling her mouth as she was bent over a barrel.  Her squeals as she was pushed up against the mainmast and buggered by a long line of sailors.  Her muffled screams as the cook and his mates stuffed every one of her holes at the same time.
	Then, after they had finished with her and given her face a last bath of their combined seed, she had been led back to the captain's quarters and dragged onto the bed.  Her leash had been tied to a bedpost and Genevie had been forced, sobbing and shuddering, to clean Laurana's abused body.  The captain had allowed her to use a soft cloth to clean Laurana's come and sweat slicked body, but she was forced to do so while the captain rode Laurana furiously from behind, Laurana's shuddering body and swinging tits sending droplets of sweat and come splashing on Genevie's face.
	Now Genevie was paying the price for leniency.  She sat on the captain's lap, her legs spread by his, facing away from him towards Laurana.  
	"I saw the way you looked at her tits," Jerem continued into Genevie's ear.  "You wanted to lick and suck them as much as any of my crew."
	"N-no," gasped Genevie, her face burning scarlet.  
	"Don't lie, bitch," he hissed, his fingers digging between her legs and making the woman moan and twist on his lap.  "Lie and you'll be making the same rounds the slut here did."  He nodded towards Laurana.
	"I-I did want to touch them," Genevie whimpered.  "I wanted to hold them and kiss them, see how they felt compared- compared to mine."
	"Genevie," Laurana moaned, shaking her head.
	"Then go on," Jerem said smugly, shoving Genevie off his lap and onto the bed.  He rose from his chair and slapped Genevie's ass, forcing her to crawl up the bed until she straddled Laurana's leashed body.
	Genevie didn't speak as she bent her head over Laurana's breasts, her coppery hair falling in a wave that sent a shudder of unbidden pleasure through Laurana's tingling skin.  The elf woman closed her eyes, fingers clutching at the sheets, her thighs clenched together.  Then she felt Genevie's breath and soft lips on her breasts, felt Genevie kissing across the rise and then down between her flesh.  
	"Don't be so ungrateful," Jerem said, leaning forward to grab Laurana's hand.  He forced her to hold Genevie's head against her breasts, tears of humiliation dripping down Laurana's cheeks as Genevie started to slowly lick as suck as her hard nipples.
	Laurana moaned softly, head tossing as Genevie continued to lavish attention on her.  Her body betrayed her even further and she felt herself panting, felt the liquid heat between her thighs.  
	"What did you want to do after you sucked those beautiful tits of hers?" Jerem said huskily, pulling Genevie's head up.  The young woman licked her lips and avoided Laurana's gaze.
	"I-I wanted to taste her, I wanted to taste her and please her until I drank her nectar," Genevie moaned, her body trembling like a leaf in a breeze.
	"Then do it," Jerem said, shoving Genevie towards the foot of the bed.  "Spread those legs, whore," he snapped at Laurana.
	Laurana grimaced and slowly let her legs slide apart.  She heard Genevie gasp and then the woman's hot breath was panting against her already moist flower.  
	"Gods," moaned Laurana, her head falling back against the pillow.  "Genevie," she sighed and moaned sharply as Genevie's tongue began to pleasure her.  
	Laurana's breath came in short pants and she felt her thighs pressing against Genevie's head despite herself.  She lifted her head and looked down her body, watching as Genevie's head bobbed up and down in time with the motions of her tongue, saw Genevie's graceful body moving, her ass high in the air, her hands tentatively cupping Laurana's ass and lifting it up.
	"See, you're enjoying this," Jerem sneered at Laurana as he knelt by her head on the bed and pulled open his breeches.  His stiffened cock slapped against Laurana's lips and she opened her mouth before he jerked her leash and forced her mouth onto his cock.
	"You sluts are insatiable," Jerem hissed, holding Laurana's leash with one hand, the other roughly pawing her breasts and then shoving Genevie's head hard against Laurana's crotch before moving up again.  "I let my crew fuck you for days and you're still sucking me like a cheap whore trying to get ale money a copper at a time."
	Laurana moaned around his cock, her body twisting and writhing as Genevie continue to lick away.  The elf princess' eyes were half-closed in shameful pleasure, her lips and tongue working up and down the cock filling her mouth even as Genevie's lips and tongue pleasured her.
	When Laurana came, Jerem tugged sharply on her leash, forcing his cock deep into her throat as she screamed helplessly.  Her thighs quaked convulsively as she lifted her hips and ground them against Genevie.  A gush of come filled her mouth and she swallowed without protest, her mind blank from the pleasure of the climax she had just reached.
	"Come once and you'll do anything, eh, whore?" Jerem said in a ragged voice as he pulled his cock out of Laurana's mouth and watched as she cleaned him, her pink tongue lapping at him until the elf had swallowed all his seed and licked her lips clean.
	"What?" Laurana moaned as she came back to herself and realized she had taken his come, has swallowed it and licked her lips like a whore, a slut trying to impress some client with her depravity.  "Gods, gods damn you," she burst out, sobbing in shame as she still felt Genevie lapping at her.
	"How about you?  Get your wish?" Jerem said as he pulled Genevie's head up by her hair.  The woman's face was slick with Laurana's juices and her eyes were glaze as she panted for breath.  "Well?" Jerem snapped, jerking her hair.
	"Yes!" Genevie said, then her eyes widened in horror as she saw Laurana looking at her.  The human woman looked away and down, her nose filled with the scent of Laurana's musk.
	"Well, you're in for a treat," Jerem said to Genevie.  The woman looked up at him in horror.  "Oh, don't worry, I keep my word, you're not going to get fucked by the crew.  Unless you want that."
	"No, please, no, I'll do anything-" Genevie stammered.
	"Just lie back," Jerem said, motioning Genevie up the bed until she lay back next to Laurana, fear still filling her eyes as she glanced at Jerem's cock.  "Heh, this whore sucked me dry so I'll have to let her give you a ride."  
	Laurana glared at Jerem as the captain unhooked the leash from her collar and then shoved her against Genevie's shivering body.  Laurana was already cooing and whispering to the young woman when something was tossed onto the bed by her.
	"I think she deserved to get pounded nice and hard," Jerem said, pointing the use and weather smoothed belaying pin laying on the bed by Laurana's hand.  "Use that on her.  And give it to her hard.  If you're not up to that, I'll call the crew in and let them show you how to plough a slut."
	"I'm sorry," Laurana whispered as she picked up the thick shaft of wood by its handle and looked at Genevie's wide eyes.
	"N-no, please, please don't," Genevie gasped, clenching her thighs together and pushing at Laurana.  "It's too big, you can't put that thing in me-"
	"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Laurana whispered over and over as she looked down at Genevie's face.
	"Bet you wanted this too, didn't you?" Jerem called out as he slumped back in his chair to watch the spectacle.  "Don't act like you didn't.  I'm sure you diddled yourself late at night hoping the high and mighty ambassador here would spread your legs and plough you."
	"Oh gods, no, no, I didn't!  My lady, please, don't!" Genevie wailed, her head shaking.
	Laurana sobbed in turn, shaking her own head.  "I'm so sorry, Genevie, forgive me," she whispered even as she pried Genevie's legs apart.  "It's for the best, just be quiet, just relax."
	"Oh gods," moaned Genevie as she clutched at Laurana's shoulders and let the elf woman spread her thighs.
	"Don't fight it," Laurana said as gently as she could as she rubbed the smooth wood against Genevie's quim, guilt filling her as Genevie moaned and whimpered under her touch.
	"Hurry it up!" Jerem snapped and Laurana swallowed and pushed the wood in as gently as she could.  Genevie wailed and her fingers dug into Laurana's shoulders and dragged the elf woman down until Laurana was laying side by side with her.
	"Oh gods, oh gods," Genevie was sobbing as she clutched at Laurana, drawing the princess into a tight embrace, her face buried in Laurana's hair, her sobs filling Laurana's ear.
	Laurana grimaced, tears of shame continuing to run down her face as she pushed the belaying pin in further, filling and stretching the poor human woman beside her.  Genevie sobbed and wailed, gasping and moaning as Laurana filled her, then pulled the wood out, then plunged it back in.
	"Harder than that!" Jerem snarled.  "You had to fuck my entire crew to keep this sobbing slut from getting fucked up the ass like she deserves!  Why are you going easy on her now?  Give her a taste of what it was like to get ploughed!"
	Laurana groaned and began to work the wooden shaft in and out of Genevie's tight, clutching hole faster and faster.  Genevie's nails dug into Laurana's back and she could hear the woman gasping and sobbing with each thrust.  Their breasts rubbed against each other, both their nipples hard and each brushing contact sending a jolt of pleasure through both their bodies.
	The Genevie threw her head back, long moans coming from between her parted lips as she clenched her eyes shut and spread her thighs for Laurana.  Laurana leaned forward, her free hand stroking Genevie's hair as she tried to whisper soft comforts.  But to her utmost shame, Laurana was plunging the wooden shaft deep into Genevie's body as fast as the cook's cock had plunged into her own.  Genevie was crying out now, her hips bucking up to meet each plunge of the shaft, her juices slick and hot on Laurana's hand.
	Then she was coming, her heels digging into the bed and her hands pulling Laurana down.  Laurana had a second of shock and then Genevie's lips were pressed against hers, then parting, their tongues meeting as Genevie ground her entire body against Laurana, gasping moans of pleasure filling Laurana's ears.
	Jerem stood and moved Laurana's hand away from the wooden shaft.  He pulled it free in one motion, sending a shudder through Genevie's trembling body.  The wood dripped with the young woman's nectar and Jerem sniffed it appreciatively before jabbing it at Laurana and motioning for her to take it.
	"Clean it up," he said, "she gets to use it on you next."
	Laurana grimaced as she sucked the wooden shaft clean but her disgust turned to shock when she saw Genevie looking up at her through half-lidded eyes.  She saw far more than the humiliation and shame she expected, instead there was a fiery hunger that made Laurana's breath catch in her throat.  It was the same look she saw in every sailor's eyes just as they were spreading her thighs or forcing her mouth onto their cocks.  