THE PRINCESS 

As always she was awake and dressed when I arrived at her cell. I had allowed her some privacy and had kept her serving girls with her throughout her ordeal, mostly to avoid trouble, but also because I found her gracious and thoughtful- she had never made any demands of me and accepted her captivity in such a way that it was easy for me to be kind to her. Over the past three weeks I had visited her daily, first to obtain information needed for a ransom demand, then later because I found her a truly engaging and witty conversationalist. We spoke of her life in the Royal Court of Isalla and I told her of my love of the sea. We played at cards and chess. I enjoyed being with her and though I took no pleasure in the hurt this new news would bring her I could not suppress my satisfaction that she would not, in fact, be leaving. 

"Greetings, Pirate," she welcomed me, her veiled head dipping slightly, acknowledging the fact that though she was Royalty she was my prisoner. 

"Princess, I hope you are well this morning." I motioned to her two servants, beautiful girls of sixteen or seventeen, "Leave us," I commanded. They exchanged eager looks and quickly withdrew. The Princess laughed with genuine amusement. 

"My father insisted I have virgins to serve me, thinking they would aide in keeping my thoughts chaste. I don't think I should ever see two girls more pleased to be collared than those two." 

"Really? Were they not already slaves, even though they wore no collars?" 

"True, but they were sequestered with me and were ignorant, until your men captured our vessels. Please, sit. I will serve you tea since you have dismissed my girls." 

"You are kind, Princess," I sighed as I took a seat by the low table in the center of the room. A cell is a cell, but this one was at least comfortably appointed. She fetched cups and poured steaming brew before reclining across the table from me. Her blue/gray eyes looked inquisitively out from over her veil. 

"You have an answer from my father?" she asked. 

"Yes, Princess. Your father has refused to ransom you, I am sorry." 

Her only reaction was a brief tremble as she lifted her cup, then set it down. "I am not entirely surprised," she whispered, stopping a moment to compose herself, "I am after all his third daughter." 

I would have expected bitterness from any other woman, but she said it matter-of-factly, without any venom. Still, she was obviously upset. 

"Would you care to be alone? I would be willing to return later..." 

"No, no. You have already been too kind. I want to know, what happens now?" 

"There is little to be gained for us by remaining here. We sail on the morning tide. Tonight there will be a feast and you will present yourself before me." 

"As your slave?" 

"If you so choose. I extend to you the right to choose the Silver Cup." 

"You are most kind..." she whispered, then fell silent. I understood then that she needed privacy and excused myself. I had offered her the right to refuse to become my slave, to choose death over the collar. Since my people were at war with the Isallana I could have collared her as war booty, but I had come to respect her and I would never have felt right about simply forcing her in to bondage. Besides, so much more enticing was the thought that she might want to be my slave. Of course, being of Royalty and raised as a Princess it was possible she would choose to die...but I would deal with that if and when it arose. 

I busied myself by dividing up the spoils of our work amongst my men. Until the ransom demand was rejected all but the slaves had been kept as free women prisoners. There had been three round ships loaded with treasure and the bridal party as well as four heavy escorts. My new trimaran raiders had cut them up well enough and we had actually captured one of the ram ships.

Of slave-girls we captured twenty-one and they were divided amongst my four crews. The bridal party consisted of the Princess and fifteen Ladies in Waiting. The Princess had privileges, but the Ladies were simply captives whom I had left unmolested. Now I took the time to select out five as prizes for my captains, the remaining ten would be chained with the other slaves- I owned a brothel in Tah-Roh-Sek, the practice would prepare them for that. It was a busy day and before I knew it the feast was being set. 

"Bring her out," I told my second after I'd eaten and had some refreshment. The feast was well under way, most of the terrified female screaming was over- there was but one virgin remaining, and she approached me across the clearing. I had no idea what her choice would be, but she was clad in a long, sheer white robe, perhaps some kind of undergarment for it was too thin and clingy to be a normal garment. She was hooded and veiled, her veil of the same material as her gown. Her breasts were clearly outlined by her garment and the shape of her body was quite evident as well. She moved with ease and grace as the revelers fell silent. I saw her recognition as she spied her friends, some in mid-rut with their new masters. She strode to the indicated spot before me and stopped. 

"Pirate," she greeted me with a nod. 

"Princess. Have you considered my offer?" 

"Yes, and I thank you for the kindness you have shown in extending the option." 

"You are welcome. Now I must ask you to choose."

I can't begin to do justice to the turmoil I felt at that moment. She would choose life or death and I desperately wanted her to choose life, to choose me. I, a man accustomed to taking that which I wanted, particularly where women were concerned, found that her choice was more important to me than anything else at that moment. I knew then that if she chose to die I would allow it. The moment seemed to drag on for eons... 

She reached up to her shoulder and tugged on the loop that supported her garment. Slowly, silky smooth the garment peeled away from her, the hood and veil falling first then the remainder dropping away to reveal a stunning lovely young woman of nineteen or twenty with rich chestnut hair spilling over smooth, squared shoulders framing a finely chiseled nose and full, sweet lips. The firm, rounded mounds of her breasts were peaked with small, up-turned nipples that were now quite erect. Her waist was trim, her belly flat, but with the sweet bulge of feminine softness in her abdomen. Her hips swelled into perfect curvature, then swept down to two long, shapely legs with slim ankles and perfectly formed feet. She stood nude before my men and I and suddenly some one began to whistle. Soon others joined in until the night air was filled with the trill of men applauding true feminine beauty. I allowed the applause to continue a moment before raising my hand for silence. 

My heart nearly stopped as she slowly fell to her knees before me. She lowered her head until it nearly touched the ground, then raised her arms up over her head, crossed as if for binding. 

"I am your slave, Master," she whispered, intoning the ritual phrase of submission. I stood, moving with deliberate ease as I took up the collar and manacles that I had set by my side. The manacles I secured about her wrists, then I took her hands in mine and urged her to her feet. Her eyes remained lowered as I brushed her long hair to one side and slipped the golden ring of the collar about her neck. She flinched slightly as the lock closed with an audible click. 

"Kneel, slave." She obeyed silently, settling to her knees in the position of a Pleasure Slave, knees about a foot apart, sitting back on her heels, hands palms-down atop her thighs. "What are you?" I asked. 

"A slave girl, Master." 

"Who owns you?" 

"You do, Master?" 

"What is your name?" 

"Master has given me no name." 

"I shall call you Princess." 

"My name is Princess, Master. Princess is your slave."

"Rise, slave." 

She obeyed and I unceremoniously scooped her up in my arms, the girl crying out as she suddenly found herself naked and helpless in a man's grasp. I kissed her, full and hard on her mouth, a kiss that I held long as I felt her response, timid at first, then bolder as she calmed. A great cheer went up from my men as I turned and carried her towards my tent, there to enjoy my new slave in privacy. 

There were thick furs piled in my tent and I deposited Princess there, descending upon her as she sank back in the furs, eyes wide, lips trembling. Warm, firm and soft in my arms she responded warmly as I kissed and caressed her, knowing that never had male hands been laid upon those lovely curves. After some long minutes of this I rolled to my side and sought out the flask of Slave's Wine I had set aside for her. 

"On your knees," I said and she complied readily. Her hair was a bit mussed now, she was breathing deeply, her firm young breasts rising and falling with her respiration. Her eyes were bright, her skin glowing with her arousal; she was even more beautiful than I had ever dared to imagine. I uncapped the flask and handed it to her. 

"Drink, all of it." She took the flask and put it to her lips, wrinkling her nose at the strong scent of it. Her eyes looked questioningly and I simply gestured for her to proceed. She tipped back the flask and drank quickly, coughing as she finished and I took the flask from her.

"That was Slave's Wine, girl. It prevents conception. Unless you are specifically told otherwise you will drink a flask of this every week, do you understand?" 

"Yes, Master," she replied, but there was a question in her eyes. 

"Ask your question, girl." 

"Master, what is conception?" 

I was so surprised by the question that I simply stared at her for a moment. I should have realized that her education, as deep as it was, would lack certain details. She had been a girl of high standing after all, her family would not have wished her to have what might be considered "improper" knowledge. I smiled at her. 

"I'll explain tomorrow. Now, help me undress." 

Her hands shook as she helped me open the buckles and ties of my tunic; her eyes dropping almost reflexively as I drew off my garment and tossed it to one side. I took her manacled wrists and drew her hands to my loins. Gently she gripped my organ. 

"It's so hard..." she whispered. 

"Quiet, Princess," I replied as I drew her closer, turning her so she sat on her hip in my lap, then drawing her lips to mine again. My free hand slid up and down her luscious body for some time then I moved down to stroke between her thighs. Her body tensed as I probed her and found her promisingly moist to my touch. She gasped, her hands gripping my flesh more firmly as I explored her sex, the lips of her vagina slick and hot around my teasing fingers. She moaned, softly, her body twisting as she drank in the sensations. Slowly, carefully I worked her up to greater levels of arousal until she was quivering with excitement. 

Without speaking I urged her to move off my lap then moved up on to my knees as I drew her face down until she knelt on all fours before me. 

"Open your mouth, slave," I ordered. She obeyed and I simply guided her open lips to my flesh. She nearly balked, but my hands were firm on her head and she took my cock in her mouth, her sweet lips closing around my shaft as she performed her first sexual act. At my gentle urging she moved her mouth down my cock, her tongue licking timidly along the underside, tasting my manhood, sucking her master's cock. I thrust slowly through the ovalled lips of my slave, enjoying the sensation for a few minutes before drawing her away and rolling her to her back in the furs. 

She settled back, her thighs opening wide in ready submission as I moved atop her, bringing the moistened head of my organ up against the slick, ready lips of her virgin loins. Holding her firmly down by the shoulders I forever ended any chance of her returning to her old life with a simple forward thrust of my hips, my cock splitting apart the petals of her sex as she gasped, groaned, her virginal flesh yielding easily, engulfing me in the hot slippery vice of her vagina as I drove deeper, deeper until I was buried to the hilt within my luscious young slave girl. She took it all without protest, offering up her sex without hesitation or reservation, as a slave-girl should. 

Moving with gentle, firm strokes I worked my organ inside her as I settled down upon her, my mouth seeking out hers and finding it warmly receptive. My hands on her thighs guided her legs up and back until she had them locked high up around my hips, then I slid my grasp to her hips, guiding her tentative motions until she was meeting my thrusts easily, naturally, a woman in complete submission to her master. 

I've made love to many slaves, and had several virgins, but I never enjoyed a woman the way I enjoyed my Princess. Hot and sweet and loving she seemed to revel in the act of serving me, her pleasure clearly in evidence from her cries and the passionate motions of her body beneath me. I rode her, finding the rhythm of her desire, filling her deeply, her loins clutching rhythmically at my thrusting flesh as her pelvis moved more and more urgently, her pleasure rising, her body quivering as her climax built slowly, inexorably towards its peak. 

Her orgasm seemed to shock her, a high long wail of feminine pleasure gushing from her lips as her spine arched, her legs clutching tightly about my hips as her sweet pussy clamped down tightly around my aching, thrusting cock. That was all it took for me, the sweet caress of her sex sending hot lines of pulsating delight coursing through my organ as I drove to my balls inside her, consummating my enslaving of her, my seed pouring into her in a white-hot eruption of ecstasy...

Princess: 

On hands and knees I offered myself up to him again, my Master's hands on my hips drawing me back on to him, my loins easily engulfing the hard column of his manhood as he thrust forward in to me again, raping me again. There was no resisting the urge to moan in delight as I felt his flesh inside me, his hard, flat belly pressing against my up-thrust rear as he moved his cock inside me, forcing me to serve him... 

Morning came and found me fast asleep, still wrapped in the furs where Master had ravished me the night before. There was a great deal of commotion surrounding the tent and I poked my head out to see the sailors busily dismantling the camp in preparation for departure. 

"Princess!" my Master called. I spied him across the campground, approaching with a purposeful stride, "Awake, lazy girl! You will attend my table this morning!" 

"Yes, Master!" Attend his table? He must mean serve his breakfast or some such I reasoned, and the thought sent a growl through my belly to remind me how long it had been since I last ate. I retreated to the tent and cast about, seeking a garment...and there was none. 

"Come, girl," Master commanded, tossing aside the tent flap, "You must be prepared. Anna!" 

"Master!" replied a familiar voice. 

"You bathed this wench when she was free, now you have one-half ahn to make her presentable at my table." 

"I understand, Master." 

"Obey her, Princess. Come." 

I stepped out in to the morning sunlight and was faced with Anna, the girl who had been first amongst my servant-girls only a short time ago. She was a tall, slender blonde with soft blue eyes and a ready smile, only now she was all-serious. 

"Heel," she snapped, turning to walk away. It took a moment for me to understand...how many times had she heard that very command from my lips? I did my best to keep to the proper space, but I'd never paid any heed to my slaves before and had little knowledge of what was expected. Anna walked quickly and I struggled to keep up and stay two paces back, one to the left. She led me to a clear spot where a tub had been set up, filled with water. 

"In, now." 

Without a word I obeyed and nearly screamed as the icy water struck my skin. Before I could react Anna had taken a small bucket, scooped it full and dumped the water over my head. She laughed. 

"Not so warm and perfumed as at the palace, eh Princess?" 

"No, not at all." 

"Quiet. Kneel." Anna proceeded to bathe me and shampoo my hair in just a few moments. What now seemed a lifetime ago baths had been all morning affairs, three tubs, breakfast served, and a dozen girls working over the details. Anna simply yanked me out of the tub when she was done and threw a towel at me. "Dry." 

"Now comes the hard part. You've got to learn to brush your own hair." 

Such a simple thing! I nearly laughed, until we started. Then it was a battle of tangles, snarls, combs and brushes. Anna was impatient, and struck me with the flat of her hand until I was nearly in tears. When my hair was dry she literally dragged me across the campground at a run until we were before Master. 

We both knelt, eyes lowered. Anna was visibly trembling. 

"You are late," Master noted. 

"Anna is sorry, Master...I tried..." tears were rolling down her cheeks now. I could not hold myself silent. 

"Master, it was my fault..." but he cut me off. 

"Five lashes, Anna. And two for you, Princess, for not obeying Anna, plus a third for speaking out of turn. Anna, you will find Tavo and ask for your beating straight away, Princess, yours can wait- you have duties to perform." 

"I obey, Master," Anna whispered. I turned my eyes to her, saw the fear there, and tried to let her know I was sorry, but I could not tell if she noticed. She wept as she rose to her feet and left. 

"Princess, there is black wine, fruit, and bread. When my guest arrives you will serve us." 

"Yes, Master." 

It was only a moment or two when three men arrived, two guards and a prisoner. I stole a glance and was astounded to see Captain Rollond, he who had commanded the small fleet escorting my Bridal Party. He looked tired and unkempt, but otherwise unharmed and he stood straight, his eyes fixed firmly on my Master. 

"Remove the Captain's manacles and leg irons," my Master instructed. The guards did so and at a gesture from him they took their leave. 

"Captain Rollond, are you hungry? I was preparing to breakfast. Please sit." 

"I am not starving- you have treated my men and I well." Captain Rollond sat, but he did not allow himself to relax. 

"Princess, black wine." 

When Master addressed me Rollond's eyes snapped over to regard me. I carefully poured the hot brew from its kettle in to two small bowls, then presented the first to my Master. 

He would not take it, but instead smiled and said "Forgive my slave, for she is raw and untrained, and does not know that guests are served first. Princess, offer the bowl to Captain Rollond. When you do, you will lightly kiss the rim, then lower your head and lift the bowl as an offering." 

Very carefully I moved over to Rollond and knelt. I touched my lips to the warm surface of the bowl, then lowered my head and lifted it. 

"Wine, Master?" 

"Thank-you, slave." 

I repeated this with Master, then did the same with a plate of sliced fruit and bread. Once they had been served Master pointed to a spot by his left side and I knelt there. 

"We sail in two hours, Rollond," Master began. 

"Really? I have not yet seen any gallows being built- you have nearly 200 hangings to complete. Or perhaps you intend to weight us with rocks and sink us in the sea?" 

Master's voice was cold when he spoke next. "Is that what you prefer? I can arrange it if you like, but I find it hard to believe you would expect that from me. We have been allies, Rollond." 

"That was long ago, and we are at war." 

"Yes, we are, aren't we?" 

There was a prolonged silence during which both men took the time to sip their black wine and sample the food. I began to suspect that what I was witnessing was a ritual as old and as entrenched as the one I had performed the night before when I knelt and made myself a slave. It was Rollond who finally spoke. 

"So, what is your intent here Garth?" 

Garth, I thought, my Master's name is Garth. 

"The Tah have no pressing interest in this war. We have only offered hostilities in response to the Isallana's closing of the Drehadi straights- we can no longer conduct business." 

"The Tah were supplying war materials to the Haffeni. We closed the trade routes to stop that." 

"The Tah supplied the Isallana as well. We were neutral. Closing the straights cut us off from all of our customers. You gave us no choice. I did not enjoy attacking you, Rollond." 

"But you found profit, didn't you?" Rollond spat, his voice full of disgust. 

"Profit? Of course! But of what kind? I am rich, my men are rich, but in a year what wealth will we have? I lost twenty men in this battle. Twenty widows will have little joy from this profit. How many sons are now without fathers? How many daughters will be sold in to slavery? There is damned little profit to be had here!" Master leaned across the table and looked deep in to Rollond's eyes, "We can end this, Rollond, you and I!" 

"Us? Do you speak for all the Tah?" 

"Of course not! But I am a member of the High Council! If I talk peace, many will listen. We are traders, and there are many who see no profit in this war, just as I. You are known by the Tah, you are respected. If you carry the message, many will be willing to see what fruit it will bear. Will you? Will you carry the message of peace?" 

"What are your terms?" 

"You and your men will give parole: you will not bear arms against the Tah for one year. My men have truncated the ram on your vessel; you may have it and one round ship to return to Isalla. Present my offer to the King. Peace. The Tah will not supply war material to Isalla or Haffen. No reparations, no further hostilities. Simple enough?"

Rollond waited for what seemed like forever, but could not have been more than a minute then said, "This is acceptable to me. I can speak for my men- we offer our parole under your conditions." 

There was more, but I did not listen. I was overjoyed. Peace with the Tah! Father was horrified when word arrived of hostilities with them. The Haffeni were bad, but the Tah were known as fierce warriors and devilish seamen. I served food and black wine as two enemies began recalling past camaraderie... Then I heard a loud "CRACK!" followed instantly by a piercing scream. 

The men took no notice, but I knew instantly. I jumped involuntarily as a second blow landed and the screaming and sobbing grew nearly hysterical. My belly was tight and hot, churning as the third, then fourth blows landed. By the fifth my vision was beginning to blur. 

"Princess, it is time for your beating." 

"M...master?" 

"Your beating, girl. It sounds as if Tavo has finished with Anna. You 
may go." 

"Yes, Master." 

It took all the strength I had to stand and walk towards the sound of the beating. When I turned the corner I saw a large, shirtless man unbinding Anna's wrists from a tall pole set in the ground- a whipping post. Her back was bright red, she was shaking terribly, but I noted there was no broken flesh, no blood. Numb with fear, my heart hammering in my chest I knelt and waited. 

Anna stumbled past me, sobbing, her breathing deep and ragged. The man, Tavo, stepped up before me. 

"And how many for you, little flower?" 

"Three, Master." 

"Ah, so many disobedient girls today. Stand at the post and extend your arms over your head as far as you can." 

I did as he ordered and he swiftly bound me, looping a leather cord about my crossed wrists, then through a ring mounted in the top of the post, pulling it tight until I was on the very tips of my toes. The post was smooth and hard against my naked body as he carefully pulled my hair forward over my shoulders to expose my back. 

"Now understand, girl. I greatly dislike this task, which is why the Captain gives it to me. We'll get this over with and send you on your way and you'll promise not to force me into this again, eh?" 

"Yes, Master," I whispered. And I waited. 

I don't know how long it really was, but it seemed an eternity. Then there was a whistling "CRACK!" and my entire back exploded in agony. I didn't realize I was screaming until I had to draw a breath, the pain was so hot and intense, spreading like a wave to envelope my entire body in a grip like a thousand blades splitting my flesh. The second blow tore my breath from my body and my vision went from red to wavering darkness, the bonds on my wrists cruel against my skin as I hung there, unable to hold myself up, my chest heaving in spasms as I desperately sought air. The third blow did not fall, and as my senses returned, I understood. Stiffly, every nerve screaming protest I straightened myself. A third blast of rippling agony quickly followed. 

Before the scream had a chance to die in the air, I was being untied and set on my feet. I gazed about me and the world seemed warped, strange.  I couldn't hear as the blood thundered so in my ears, and my legs refused to work. An arm slid under mine and I saw Anna had come to help me away. 

"You are a fool, Princess," she whispered in my ear, "never invite the whip, never!" 

"I did not know," I wept, my words feeling fuzzy and weak on my tongue, "I did not know..." 

The Captain: 

It was two days at sea before we were in what could be called safe waters. Normally we would have put ashore for the night, but with recent developments I felt it wiser to make a straight run for home. There was always the possibility that the Isallana would mount some kind of attack and I could not deploy my ships to best advantage when escorting the captured round ships. 

Two days straight sailing was only a minor hardship for seasoned men, but Princess did not take it well. She was one of only four slaves aboard my vessel and all of them were ill by the middle of the second day. Of course I had little time to trifle with her, but I had plans for her at first landfall and I was a little concerned that she might be too weak to perform her duties so I had the slaves' food dosed with a sleeping agent the second night. This actually pleased my men, as we were all growing tired of the repeated noises of vomiting women. The next morning they were all still a bit wobbly, but color was returning to their faces and Princess actually managed to eat a bit. 

We arrived at the Portage Isles around mid-day and I decided to put in there. We were safe enough now and this was a common stopping point. Another day's sailing would have us home so I wanted everyone well rested and in good spirits in anticipation of a triumphant arrival. The slaves in particular seemed quite grateful to be on dry land again as we set about establishing a camp. 

"Tavo! Who's on your bad side today? I need three men to stand watch up at the Point." 

My First Officer grinned, "I know just the three. Lane! Griff! Joz! You have been chosen for a special honor!" 

I heard the groans from the men, but no complaints. Nobody ever argues with Tavo, probably something to do with his 6' 9" 270lb not-an-ounce-of-fat bearing. I found the slave Anna and had her set about getting the slaves bathed and prepared for the evening, though I was much more forgiving on her time limit than I had been before. I regretted the beating she had been given for I had acted out of my own anxiety over the coming confrontation with Rollond rather than from any true need of punishment. Of course, she would never hear those words from me. I did notice though that Princess made a point of being very helpful- she and Anna seemed to be getting along quite nicely. 

The early stop meant a good hot meal for everyone, but there would be no feast such as we had enjoyed the night before we sailed. Still, there would be time for recreation of all sorts- aboard ship at sea there was precious little time or space for such pursuits. I made my rounds, checking in on my Captains, seeing to the needs of my crews and ships, finishing as the cooks began summoning the men for dinner. 

I found Princess kneeling by the low table set up for my meal. She was wearing a short tunic, really just a scrap of cloth worn poncho-style with a cord wrapped around at the waist. Without comment I settled down at the table and my slave immediately moved to my side, bowing low. 

"Wine, Master?" 

"Yes, but first strip." 

"Yes, Master." 

She stood and deftly unknotted the cord about her waist then slid the garment off and set it at my feet. Looking up I could see the same ritual being repeated by all the women now serving wine and food to my men. Princess fetched the wine and a small sipping bowl, poured carefully, then lifted the bowl to her lips, softly kissing the rim before lifting it to me, head bowed. She did it very nicely. 

"You've been practicing, girl. I approve." 

"Thank you, Master. Anna has been teaching me." 

"I am surprised you had the time, what with all the retching you've done the past two days." 

"Anna insisted, Master, and I sought to please you." 

"Good attitude, Princess- it will serve you well. Now, my food." 

Princess sped off to fetch my meal and I took a moment to spy out the point and see that the watch I had ordered was properly set. I only saw two heads outlined against the sky and was about to call Tavo when I spotted young Griff lugging a large tray up the path. Of course. They did have to eat, after all. I was sure they were somewhat unhappy to be stuck on watch up the hill when there were so many pleasant diversions to be had below. 

Princess returned with a tray, which she set on my table. She then carefully laid out my utensils before returning to her place, kneeling by my side. The fare was simple, salted beef with potatoes, gravy, and assorted fruit which I delved in to eagerly. I took a moment from time to time to cut a piece of meat and offer it to my slave, feeding her by hand, amazed at how well she behaved. Perhaps some good had come of that beating after all? When I had eaten my fill I cut up the remainder and let Princess finish it off. 

"Clear the table, girl, and return promptly." 

"Yes, Master." 

When Princess took the tray away I cast about and spotted Anna. With a gesture I summoned her to my side. She was quite lovely, though I am not overly fond of such slender women. Her features were finely wrought, her eyes were quite becoming and she was possessed of an impish smile that easily stirred me. 

"You have been working with Princess. I approve. She shows promise does she not?" 

"May I speak freely, Master?" 

"Please do." 

"She still has little understanding of her place. She needs the attention of a professional trainer, and she needs to understand what it means to be a slave." 

I was pleased, and a bit surprised that Anna's opinion matched my own so well. There was more to this girl than met the eye. 

"Remain here, Anna. Serve me wine." 

"With pleasure, Master."

Princess returned and seemed to take Anna's presence in stride. The two readily served me wine and I shared some out with them. Princess in particular had a bit to drink until I could see the effect on her. Darkness was falling quickly now, it was time. 

"Princess, has Anna shown you the kneeling stations of a Pleasure Slave?" 

"Yes, Master. I've been practicing." 

"Good," I smiled, "Present your ankle, girl." 

The drink had her very comfortably loose and she easily slid in to position, sitting leaning back on her hands, one leg folded under her hip, the other fully extended with her foot resting in my lap. I took a small silver bell from my pouch and quickly lashed it about her ankle with a silk cord. 

"Kneel," I commanded and Princess complied, the bell singing a clear chime in the air. Princess was breathing deeply, her nipples pointedly erect, eyes bright, lips parted. I had prepared a thick blanket and a leather wine flask that I now took up and held out to her. "Up on the point there are three men standing watch. Take them this wine and see that they are properly served. You will need the blanket as well." 

She did not react for a moment, just stared at me. Then her eyes widened. I thought she might speak, but she merely reached out and took the flask and the rolled blanket. 

"I obey, Master." 

"Good girl. Now be on your way. Anna, more wine..." 

Princess: 

I walked away slowly, the bell on my ankle jangling in rhythm with my stride. I kept waiting for him to call me back, to say he was joking...to send Anna instead. I walked, walked to the edge of the campsite. Did I dare look back? I heard Anna laugh, heard others laughing, talking, and doing other things. The point Master had indicated was no more than a fifteen-minute walk, just down the beach and up a small rise. In the bright moonlight the path was clear to see. 

Take a deep breath and keep on walking. I was fuzzy from the wine and the light sea breeze was cool on my skin, the air seemed to move across and about my naked body like the caress of my Master's hands. I could feel myself respond, a warmly tingling wave oozing from my belly out towards my toes and fingertips. What was happening to me? What was I becoming? Just a couple of weeks earlier I would have been horrified by the thought of walking naked and unprotected along a beach, never mind what waited when I reached my destination. Now, I was mostly angry rather than fearful, angry that the man who had won my respect, who had fostered in me the desire to submit as his slave had now sent me on such a task! How could he do this?! Did I mean nothing to him? I could have chosen a peaceful and honorable death, I had been taught all my life that such was preferable to life as a slave, and I had instead given myself over to him. Did he not understand what that meant to me? 

Soft waves, coarse sand crunching under my bare feet, the quiet sloshing of wine in the leather flask, the bell, they were the only response the world had for my questions. Suddenly, I was very much alone, alone under a blazing night sky, the rhythmic rush and ebb of the ocean urging me along my way. 

Stopping a moment I finally turned back to look at the campsite. All ablaze with torches and campfires it seemed an isolated pocket of life in a dark and empty sea. It was like second sight: I had been like this once before, cast out of the place where I felt comfortable and at ease and sent on a journey I never would have chosen for myself. My father had chosen a husband for me, had put me on a ship, and had sent me from my home. How different was that from the place I found myself now? I trembled inside as I recognized the truth: I was not the master of my destiny then, and I was not now. Likely I would never be. What is the word used to describe one who seeks to defy her fate? Fool. 

I turned my eyes away from the camp. The light had robbed me of vision, when I looked to the sky again it had not even half its former glory, and I could not see the point any longer. It was as if I had been given a glimpse of my fate, then had my sight stolen from me. I closed my eyes and waited, counting the waves until I felt their rhythm again. When I opened them again my vision was clear- the point awaited. The camp was the past, behind me, unreachable. The future was the only path I could follow. Take a deep breath and keep on walking... 

The path curved away from the beach and began winding up the hillside. I picked my way carefully even though the footing was fairly secure. I had no desire to risk a fall now. I heard male voices- they must have seen me coming some time ago. There was some laughter, but I heard no malice in it, only promise. They were eager for me to arrive. Fear was in me, but also a very solid determination to meet the future head on. I topped the hill. 

"Who goes there?" a voice challenged, a voice surprisingly youthful. I fell to my knees. 

"A slave, Master. I have come to serve you wine." 

"Then by all means, come along!" another voice called, "See, boys, and after all those terrible things you've been thinking of old Tavo! See he's sent us a little gift! What are you called, girl?" 

"Princess, Master," I replied, setting down the blanket roll and unshouldering the wine flask, "I am afraid I have no bowls or cups for the wine..." 

"Give it here, girl, this is no place for niceties." 

I handed the flask to the large, older man and he uncorked it, then tilted it back for a long moment, drinking deeply. He dropped his head and handed off the flask to the next man, a dark skinned man of the south who quickly took his own fill of wine. He in turn handed the flask to the smallest of the three, the one who had challenged me first, the young one. He, too, drank deeply. 

"Very nice," the dark one commented. "And I wonder what the Captain has in mind? First a bilge-water duty, then he sends his fine young slave up here with a generous helping of wine..." 

"It's more punishment, Joz. She's utterly raw. I doubt she's been on her back more than a dozen times. Is that right, girl?" 

"Actually, less, Master." 

"She's fine enough by my reckoning," said the youngest. He was probably younger than I was, barely seventeen, and he stopped a moment to take another drink before passing the flask to me. 

"Drink," he ordered. I obeyed, taking a good mouthful, then passed it on... 

"Well, then Griff, if you're so enamored of her, why don't you lay her down first- okay, Joz?" 

"Fine by me," he laughed, "That'll get her all warmed up. Five minutes right Griff? Ha!" 

"Very funny, old man... Girl, why don't you just unroll that blanket right over here..." 

I congratulated myself on the calm manner I displayed as I unrolled the blanket and spread it out, then knelt beside it to await my young master. Joz and Lane moved back to their post, scanning the dark horizon for any approaching ships. Griff settled to his back on the blanket, slid one finger under my collar and drew me down atop him. My mouth found his as surprisingly large hands slid over my spine, my rear, down my thighs. His body was hard, wiry and there was no mistaking his manhood as he struggled out of his tunic and groped my breasts at the same time. My body was wonderfully alive in his arms, my skin tingling in response to his touch as he moved to take me. 

He was only the second man I had ever been with and I was amazed at how easily I accepted him. Griff moved me into position atop him and I reached down to guide his flesh to its mark, my sex splitting easily over the crown of his cock, engulfing him as I rocked my hips downward, slowly, deliberately impaling myself upon him. One hand gripping my collar, the other on my hip Griff led me as he thrust upward, moving the hot pillar of his flesh through the clutching channel of my vagina, my pelvis grinding hungrily downward on him. 

Once we were going Griff's hands began sliding up and down my body, sowing fire in their wake and I let myself slide in to the wild heat of the act, my body moving atop him as if in the grip of some wild, irresistible impulse. He was talking to me, one of those amazing hands caressing my cheeks, my lips, coaxing sweet cries from deep in my belly where his driving cock sent pulsing waves of aching goodness rippling across my pelvis. There was a sound, a rhythmic jangle, the bell on my ankle singing out the beat of our lust as my hips and thighs gyrated in loving service to my young master's desire. 

Griff was pumping wildly now, stabbing upward, driving the full length of his meat in to me and I could feel it growing hotter, harder, bathing his organ in my juices, my body so full of him, so hot that my muscles seized tight, my body caught in a stretched arch of shuddering animal ecstasy, air gushing from my chest in a soundless scream. I felt him join me, lunging upwards to bury himself to the hilt within me as his flesh throbbed deep in my belly, his hot seed pouring forth... 

I never felt more empty than when Griff simply heaved me up and off to one side. I lay there for a moment, still caught in the daze of my own pleasure as he gathered his tunic and left me. A moment later another man, Joz, approached. 

"Well, I'll have to give Griff an apology, now won't I? Do you need a moment, girl?" 

I looked up and saw him, large muscular, his ebony skin seeming to shine in the bright moonlight and all I wanted was to build on the foundation I'd already laid. I rolled to my back. "Master..." I invited him. 

He was already quite firm and ready and I gave a breathy cry as his flesh split me, invading me as my thighs spread widely, my legs closing snug about his firm, muscular hips, pulling him down in to me. He settled fully upon me, crushing me in to the ground as his pelvis drove against mine. Our lips met, my hands in his short, curly hair, his on my hips, forcing me to meet his savage rhythm, my bell flashing wildly as we coupled like animals under the star-riddled sky... 

My body quivered with the echoes of my pleasures with Joz as I lay in wait for Lane. He arrived and sat beside me. Lane was the eldest, his hair peppered gray, his demeanor so calm and relaxed. He laid his rough hands upon me and I shuddered with delight, offering myself eagerly. But as I said, he was older, calmer... 

"On your knees, girl," he ordered and I quickly obeyed, kneeling before him as he sat on the end of the blanket. He was naked, his erection quite obvious, large and potent. His hands moved to my head and he gently, but firmly, urged my face down to his loins. I'd done this before, for my Master, but Lane's manner told me this would be different. He was large, I stretched my jaws widely to mouth the head of his penis, feeling his body quiver in response as my lips encircled his meat and my tongue slid back and forth along the underside of his organ while I worked my lips down until I had as much of him in my mouth as I could take. Without waiting to be told I moved my hands to work, clasping his shaft in one hand as I cupped the large sack of his testicles in the other. He moved my head, my mouth gliding up and down his shaft as I sucked, licked, massaged...

I had never yet brought a man to climax like this, until now Master had only had me use my mouth to restore his erection, but it was clear to me that Lane intended to have his pleasure in this way and I was determined to satisfy his demand. I followed the lead of his hands in my hair, letting him set the pace, sucking his cock, my tongue thrashing from side to side, tasting the salty musk of his manhood, knowing that at any time there could be...I felt it growing in him, his meat becoming harder, thicker, swelling with his growing excitement as I desperately sought to please him. He moaned, his hips moving, thrusting his organ into my mouth and I moved with him, keeping at my task as I felt his balls drawing up tight against the base of his cock... 

It was so sudden, I thought I had hurt him. Lane gasped, his penis throbbing in my mouth as his hands took my head in a vice-like grip, holding me still as his hips pressed upward, the head of his penis, pressing against the back of my throat until I thought I would gag...then my mouth was flooded with a hot musk-flavored rush of seed, his orgasm erupting in to my mouth as I nearly choked, then swallowed, almost an instinctive reaction, swallow or strangle. I swallowed it all, his seed gushing in to my mouth in pulsing waves... 

Princess: 

It was a bit cooler as I made my way back towards the camp, but I enjoyed the crisp caress of the breeze on my tingling skin. So much had changed in the time since I had come this way! The waves had crawled further up the beach, obliterating all traces of my earlier journey and I found that fitting. The girl who had left those footprints behind her was fading in to non-existence herself, transforming moment by moment in to the slave who now sauntered along the shore line, wondering if her Master would still be awake. 

All was quiet as I reached the camp, the only motion that of the man standing watch. He looked me up and down, nodding permission as I approached and I made my way to my Master's bed. He lay sleeping, and curled beside him was Anna, small and quiet, her long blonde hair spread about her almost as a blanket. I found myself surprisingly unperturbed by the sight, it actually made me smile somewhat as I spread my own blanket and lay down to sleep. 

Dawn was breaking when Anna nudged me awake, holding a finger to my lips to keep me silent. Master was asleep, but others were about, a few men and many of the slaves. Anna motioned for me to follow her and we slipped quietly amongst the sleeping bodies, heading up towards the well. There I found many girls, all washing with the cold fresh water available. Suddenly I was very much aware of my need for a bath. 

"Different from the first bath, yes?" Anna grinned. I had to wonder how she could be so light about something so traumatic, but I smiled back as I worked the broad comb through my wet hair. 

"Very much, yes. Did you have a good night?" I tried to make it sound as innocent as possible, but I was dying with curiosity. I was no longer concerned with Master's preferences in slaves, I just needed to know if I was unique. Was I the only one who felt this way, who felt liberated? 

"Better than you, I suspect," was all she said as she began working on her waist length tresses. I had combed mine out so I moved behind her and began to help. Other girls were helping each other, why not us? 

"Oh, I would not be so sure...it was not what I expected." 

"How so?" Was her voice a bit quizzical, was she as curious as I? 

"I expected an ordeal. I expected them to be crude. Perhaps I expected them to be violent. They were crude with each other, but not towards me, and ..." 

"And...?" 

"I must admit that I liked Griff, the young one. He was very energetic. And the others were nice too, once I understood." 

"Understood what, Princess?" 

"I think I am starting to feel like a slave. When I was up there, alone with them, I was afraid of them. I was afraid that they would hurt me, that they would enjoy hurting me...and it was not like that, not at all." 

"Of course not. You are a slave, and you obeyed, you served. Why should they hurt you, or even be harsh with you?" 

"Please, Anna! Until a short while ago I had only spoken to three men in my entire life: my father, grandfather, and brother. I will not pretend to understand men, not yet. I will obey, and serve, and learn. I am surprised by this." 

"Surprised by your pleasure? Or your acceptance?" 

"Both, Anna. I walked down a beach last night. Alone. Do you realize how impossible that would have been for me just a short time ago? I drank wine, I laughed, I gave myself, and when it was all done I felt so good, so...free." 

Anna turned to face me, her eyes searching mine a moment before she smiled, "It is a truism that a woman in this world can only be free once she submits to a Master. Free women are pampered, protected, shielded from the world. We slaves live in the middle of it all, we rub shoulders with the world every day. I for one prefer being a slave." 

"I think I might prefer it as well," I sighed, relieved that Anna had spoken as she had. 

"Now, stop talking about how free you are and help me finish up here. We have work to do..." 

The Captain: 

We broke camp quickly and were at sea early in the morning. As soon as we cleared the islands I signaled 'Striker' to proceed ahead. Within moments her great sail billowed forth, catching the wind smartly, the vessel heeling to starboard as she put on speed. 'Striker' would race ahead of us to announce our victory while the remainder of my force continued at a more relaxed pace. There would be quite a celebration on our arrival, I was sure. 

I could see preparations being made aboard my other ships, pennons being hoisted atop the masts, shields being hung along the side boards of the outriggers. Tavo had my crew hard at work as well- we would make quite a presentation when we reached port. Of course, one very special ornament had yet to be prepared. 

"Anna! Princess!" 

Both slaves came at a run, kneeling before me on the deck. Such beauties, I had to smile as I regarded them. 

"Anna, Princess will grace the prow of this vessel when we enter port. She needs to be properly prepared. I had a mirror placed in the cabin for your use, as well as whatever implements you may need. Take your time- I want her to be flawless." 

"Yes, Master," Anna replied. I dismissed them, taking a moment to enjoy the way Princess moved when she walked as they hurried to the stern cabin. Anna, too, had a way of catching my eye. This would be a fine day, I was certain of it... 

Tah-Roh-Sek was all alight, beacons and torches lining all the rooftops and streets about the port. We had arrived just in time, dusk was falling, the increasing darkness serving to highlight the lanterned ships. 

"Strike the sails, Tavo. We will pass the jetty, then take a slow pass along the wharf." 

"Aye, captain. All Hands!" Tavo's bellow was probably heard all across the city. In moments the small amount of canvas we had up was smartly stowed and the men were settling in to their benches. Tavo waited until all were in place. 

"Oars! Up!" 

This had been the hardest part of designing these vessels, reworking the traditional placement and design of the oars and rowing benches. Resistance from the shipwrights had been intense, many had predicted disaster. Yet here we were. The oars were shorter, but I had a third again as many as traditional, arranged in double banks, and the tri-hull design gave much less drag...it all worked so beautifully. 

"One in Eight! Stroke!" 

Thirty-six oars dipped in unison and my ship, 'Wanderer', surged gently forward. I turned my eyes to the prow where Princess stood chained to the suspended platform under the bowsprit, a lovely, living figurehead. She was nude, her long chestnut hair loose in the soft breeze, flowers and ribbons about her head. Her hands were fastened to the bowsprit above her head, her feet chained to the small platform. Lanterns to each side of her provided a glowing golden highlight to the sweet curves of her body. From the tip of the bowsprit hung the Royal pennant that had flown on her ship, lest anyone wonder who this slave had once been. She was smiling, her eyes bright with excitement as she gazed about. 

Crowds on the jetty began to cheer as 'Wanderer' led the slow procession into port. At the stern, Anna was leashed to the rail, on display as well. Trailing us were the captured round ships, each with a lovely prize tied at the prow, other slaves on display at the side boards. Those ships were having a hard time keeping even our slow pace as most of their oars were unmanned, my crews having been spread thin to bring these prizes home. Only 'Wanderer' had a full crew. 

The journey to our dock seemed all too short, the cheering of the gathered crowds blending in to a dull roar as we approached our mooring. Only Tavo's voice could be heard above it all, directing the docking with the skill which had earned him the respect of all seamen he had ever met. Lines were thrown, caught, fastened down smartly, oars were laid to... we were home. 

With practiced ease I slid down to the platform on which Princess stood and freed her ankles, then opened the manacles binding her wrists before pulling myself back up to the rail. Seizing her by the left arm I hoisted my slave up in to my lap. She was grinning, her lovely blue/gray eyes wide and alive, her lips inviting a kiss. A huge cry went up as I took her lips under mine for a long, long time.

"Welcome home, slave," I whispered. 

"Welcome home, Master." 

A great feast had been set in the Captain's Hall of the Guild and we were unceremoniously escorted there as our vessels were placed in the capable hands of the Portmaster's men. Both Princess and Anna followed me, leashed together by a six-foot chain. I smiled to see that Anna had taken the front position, with Princess following. Anna was certainly asserting herself. 

The Hall was huge, but with so many people having come to watch our arrival the feast had spilled out in to the courtyard of the Guild. I led my slaves up to the head table and settled down to watch events unfold, freeing my girls from their leash so that they could fetch me ale and food. My captains and officers were soon at their places as well and our newly collared women were fast at work, mugs and plates arriving quickly as music began to drift over the din of the crowd. 

"Ale, Master?" Princess offered, kneeling as she presented my cup. She was breathing hard- had she run the whole way? 

Anna arrived and noticed my regard, "Princess will be very popular, Master. I do not think she passed one man who did not place his hands upon her. Would Master care to sample my plate?" 

"Of course, of course, set it down. So, Princess, you seem to attract attention today." 

"Yes, Master," she whispered, a smile on her lips, "It seems I do!" 

"Well then, why not see how much you can attract? Has Anna told you how to walk a room?" 

"Master?" 

"I want you to walk about, circle the outside of the room, and if you see any man with no drink, offer to fetch him ale. If he has no food, offer to fetch him food. Simple enough?" 

"Should I not offer wine? Master?" 

"No, girl, not just now. Go, and I will send Anna to fetch you in a bit." 

"Yes, Master." 

Princess stood and I watched as she moved on to the floor of the Hall and quickly knelt before a man. He sent her off to fetch one thing or another and I turned my attention to Anna kneeling patiently at my side. I had not been fond of Anna when first I had laid eyes upon her, but I had to admit that she was growing more desirable by the day. What was it about this small, comely woman that so entranced me that I would send my prize off to serve others and keep her at my side? 

I sent Anna for more ale and regarded her as she walked. For the first time it struck me that she was uncommonly graceful. In a room filled with celebrating citizens she never mis-stepped, never bumped in to anyone, never spilled the cup she carried though it was filled to the brim. I took the cup when she offered it, then noticed that Tavo's own cup was nearly empty, not that he minded as he was casually fondling his own new slave, a red-haired wench he had named Mayla. With a gesture I sent Anna to refill his cup. 

"Tavo, watch Anna. Tell me what you think." 

Tavo turned his gaze from Mayla for a moment and I saw the look he gave her, examining her as he would a prospective foe. He smiled, "Well trained, I wager. A dancer, perhaps?" 

"There is more to this, watch." 

Mayla was nibbling at his left ear, a distraction Tavo wanted to encourage, but he did me the favor of continuing his inspection. Anna approached and noticed his gaze, smiling as she knelt and offered him his ale. Every move, every posture seemed perfectly executed, almost as if a great work of art had been given life. Even Mayla noticed it, staring at this rival girl with unhidden suspicion. 

"Anna," Tavo growled, "there is a great pile of fruit down there at the end of the hall. Fetch some, and be quick about it!" 

"Yes, Master!" 

He turned to me as she sped away, "She's old, captain, very old. I've seen a few like that, where the Youth Serums have taken strong hold. I wonder when she was born?" 

"That can wait until later, eh?" I grinned at him and Tavo took the hint, returning his attentions to his slave. I spied Princess across the room where she was caught in a passionate kiss, the man running his hands over her breasts and belly as he held her for long moments. She was laughing when he released her and sent her on her way with a gentle slap on the rear. She bounced over to another who quickly repeated the act...she was so young, so eager to explore this new life that had been thrust upon her. Had it been three days since I had had her? Far too long, in my opinion. 

Anna returned, her waist-length blonde hair swaying in perfect accompaniment to her walk as she carried a fruit-laden tray. I motioned her to set it down and drew the lovely slave in to my arms, her firm curves pouring into my embrace as her lips parted invitingly. I took her up on the offer, her small tongue deftly toying with my lips as I moved my hands over her perfectly sculpted curves, feeling her shudder in response, every motion of her body screaming her eagerness to be touched, taken. I have been intoxicated before, but at that moment Anna had me as firmly in her grip as she was in mine. It took an act of will to tear my lips from hers. 

"Master?" she questioned, unsure as to my action. I ignored her for a moment as I sought out Princess in the crowd. The feast was quickly degenerating in to an orgy and I wanted her with me, not out on the floor. Fortunately she had almost circled the room and was not too far away. With one finger I turned Anna's eyes in Princess's direction. 

"Fetch her for me." 

"Anna obeys, Master." She slid out of my lap and went after Princess. 

I could see something in her, something in the way that she walked, or perhaps in her response to me, that said she was unsurprised, even happy that I was sending her off on this errand. Only a moment later the both of them returned, kneeling at my side. 

Princess was breathing deeply, her skin glowing, her eyes bright, pupils dilated in evidence of her powerful state of arousal. I was of a mind to send Anna away, but she, too, was in quite a state, and this was after all a victory feast... I took each by the collar, drawing Anna to my left side and Princess to my right as I settled back to relax and enjoy the evening.

Princess was eager, pressing up tightly against me, her mouth hotly responsive to mine while Anna seemed quite content to simply chew on my left ear, her small, soft hands pulling open my tunic, seeking out my swelling cock. Princess moved her hands down as well and I nearly laughed as the two slaves seemed to wrestle over what each would massage, but they settled it swiftly, Anna yielding to Princess and taking to stroking my testicles, my thighs. 

Princess groaned as I slid my mouth down to her chest, finding the hard, perfect circle of her left nipple while my fingers explored the hot, slippery cleft of her sex, stroking her button as she squirmed in delight. Anna moved then, sliding over to Princess's right side. I didn't look, but I felt Princess start suddenly, then relax, her voice muffled as Anna kissed her deeply on the lips, then Anna was on Princess's right breast and I felt her deft fingers joining mine. Princess shuddered, a spasm of sweet feminine perfection punctuated by a high, quick shriek of delight. 

Princess relaxed from her climax, trembling as I turned her to her side, facing away from me. Anna melted out of the way, always anticipating me, never obstructing. I caressed Princess's body, my hands drinking in the sensations of her firm, curvaceous form, fanning the coals of that first fiery eruption as Anna slipped in to place behind me and began again with her loving hands, her soft lips on the back of my neck. There was a great deal going on around us, but I was fully centered on this, all the rest was mere background noise as I carefully gauged Princess's breathing, the soft sounds she emitted in response to my touch. 

A few moments passed and I felt Princess was ready so I moved back, letting her roll to her back again. She reached for me, but I was only on the second stage of my plan for her and I forced her down again, holding her firmly, chewing my way down the length of her body, forcing her thighs apart as I sank down to taste her swollen flower. She shuddered, squirmed most satisfactorily, my tongue working in swift, soft strokes through the folds of her cleft. Anna moved on to her, working her breasts, caressing her face, and the sight of that from between Princess's thighs had a profoundly stirring effect on me. I reached up and seized Anna by the collar, pulling her down. She moved swiftly as I turned my hips and in a moment her loving mouth surrounded the aching shaft of my cock, her soft tongue swirling deliciously back and forth as her lips slid up and down my meat, her hand cupping my balls... 

Princess was gyrating against my face now, her second climax building deeply, powerfully. She had her hands in my hair, pulling hard, but the pain was just an accent to my own excitement- I wanted to hear her scream, wanted to feel that luscious body convulse in ecstasy, wanted to shove my cock down Anna's throat. Anna shifted her position and I could feel the muscles of her throat contracting around my organ in a rhythmic, sinuous massage. Princess squealed, spine arching, fingers digging in to my scalp as she was locked in a violent spasm of pleasure and the heat seemed to surge through me and in to my cock, my organ swelling with the aching fire of orgasm, throbbing white hot as Anna swallowed and swallowed. 

Anna relinquished my organ and pulled away. I pulled myself atop Princess, finding her mouth again and spending a long, long time just kissing her, feeling the trembling of her body ease even as my own strength began flowing again. Princess sought to encircle my hips with her legs, but I twisted away, rolling to my back and urged her on top of me. Princess swarmed over me, straddling my hips, reaching down to guide my organ to her opening. I settled my hands upon her hips and drew her down, her loins splitting easily over my cock, enveloping me in the slippery vise of her sex as she settled down atop me. My hands slid up her lithesome young body, clasping the full mounds of her breasts as I pumped my hips upward, moving deep inside her. 

Her lovely eyes locked on mine, smoldering with an animal heat far deeper than any I had yet seen in her. She leaned forward, her hands resting on my shoulders and she began grinding her pelvis against me, moving on my thrusting cock, her thighs flexing as she worked atop me, her long hair hanging down over her shoulders to graze my chest. So lovely she was, her firm breasts bouncing with the rhythm of our lust. My hands, never able to keep still when there are curves to explore, strolled up and down the supple lines of her body, pausing here and there to caress, to massage, coaxing low cries of pleasure from her lips. Her feminine channel clutched at my flesh, kneading my organ, seeming to draw the heat of my lust from the center of my body into my lunging cock. 

I seized Princess by her collar, my other hand on her hip, forcing her to increase the tempo. Moaning now she eagerly complied, her body growing slick with sweat as she wantonly impaled herself, writhing in excitement, her own climax swiftly building with my own. I felt the throbbing begin in my cock and let instinct take complete control, my hips bucking savagely up between her thighs, burying myself to my balls again and again. Princess arched her spine, her body quivering taught as a bowstring, every muscle straining, head thrown back as a long, high wail of animal ecstasy peeled forth from her lips, her body glowing a deep red blush from head to toe, her vagina contracting powerfully around my throbbing meat. I lunged upward in one last, desperate jab, holding my blazing cock deep inside her as my own eruption poured forth in to her convulsing belly... 

She collapsed upon me and I fought for breath, trying to clear the roaring in my ears until I realized that it was not the blood pounding in my head, but applause. People were standing, shouting, screaming approval and I forced myself to roll Princess off and stand. I took the quivering girl in my arms and hoisted her up, one hand at the back of her neck the other catching her legs at the bend of her knees and I heaved her up over my head. The crowd went wild, men beating their chests, even some of the slaves were screaming. None noticed how close I came to collapsing, having been so drained by this magnificent young slave...
