Princess (5 page)

Something inside her had changed, her fear of the penetration of her body replaced by a need for exactly that. Looking back, the thought of her grudging or miserable acceptance of the cocks she had taken into her mouth seemed foolish, and if there was still an underlying sense of shame and embarrassment, it faded as her need grew stronger.

The meal was taken communally as always, the Captain heading a broad oval table in the main cabin of the sterncastle. The usual dish of lentils and spice preserved meat was served, something Iriel was still struggling to get used to, but on this occasion along with mugs of the heavy red Oretean wine, which made her head spin. It also left her facing the prospect of satisfying several men with more excitement than trepidation.

With the platters scraped clean and the mugs refilled, Baltrank got to his feet, to rest his broad fists on the table top. Grinning, he glanced around the table, then drew a slim roll of charta from within his clothes. Unrolling it, he began to speak.

‘Our Aeg companions,' he stated gravely, ‘have agreed to indulge us in the pleasures of their bodies, as we have theirs. All will be satisfied, yet by my rank I claim sole access to the leader among them. Aeisla, I would honoured to entertain you in my cabin.'

‘Kaissia is senior among us,' Aeisla suggested. ‘You should make your offer to her.'

‘I am highborn, you are a merchant!' Kaissia objected immediately, only for her outrage to vanish, replaced by a look of sulky dejection. ‘I am shamed. Do with me as you like.'

‘Shame is a concept, nothing more,' Baltrank stated, grinning. ‘You are beautiful, if inconveniently tall, and your tattoos hold no meaning for me beyond enhancing the beauty of your breasts.'

‘Do you think so?' Kaissia asked doubtfully.

‘Accept his word on it,' Aeisla put in. ‘Why question only to discover flattery?'

Kaissia nodded and bit her lip, then extended her hand. Baltrank took it, gave a polite bow to her and went on.

‘Aeisla then, must make do with Ziles, Oltran, Teigel and Navigator Steithes, all men of rank.'

The four senior men named sat to either side of the Captain. All turned bearded grins to Aeisla, who responded with a small, cool smile as Baltrank continued.

‘Among the remainder, one girl shall go with the riggers, one with the deckmen and one to the galley and holds, thus taking nine, six and four. Uneven, I realise, but this way we prevent difficulties with accommodation. Unless there are strong feelings one way or another, we shall choose by chance?'

He looked around the table. Not all the men were present, but none objected. Cianna shrugged, then Iriel. Yi merely sighed. Nodding, the Captain delved into a pocket, drawing out dice. Turning to a grey haired seaman with skin like leather and a pinched face, he raised his eyebrows.

‘Your choice, Builes?'

‘The little slut, Captain,' the man answered, with a grin for Yi, ‘the one who the troll fucked across the barrel of shit. Low.'

‘Seven or fewer and she is with you and your riggers,' Baltrank answered and rolled the dice.

They came to rest showing a three and a two. Builes' grin grew abruptly broader and he rose from the table, extended one callused hand to Yi. She rose, her face downcast, and allowed herself to be led from the cabin, his hand fixing firmly to the roundness of her bottom as she was steered through the door. Others followed, jostling eagerly for a good place in the inevitable queue.

‘Armedes?' Baltrank stated, turning his gaze to a solidly built man with a round, pudding face and his chair pushed back to accommodate the bulk of his gut. ‘Who for the deckmen?'

Armedes gave an uneasy glance at Cianna's teeth, then looked to Iriel and nodded.

‘High.'

Again Baltrank rolled the dice, only for them to show both ones. Armedes shrugged and pull himself upright, to take Cianna's hand. Two others followed, leaving Iriel looking wistfully after them and thinking of the men she would have to satisfy; Corbold, the monstrously fat cook, his fleshy young assistant Luides, the man who dealt with the nymphs, Huin, and the odd, gangling carpenter whose name she did not know. None were at the table, each either busy or due to join the later sitting.

‘Doubtless Luides will collect you presently, Iriel,' Baltrank stated, ‘and now, Kaissia, if you would?'

Kaissia allowed him to assist her to rise and she was led up the companionway to his cabin on the upper level of the sterncastle. Aeisla also rose, leaving with the four senior men, hand in hand between First Mate and Navigator. Iriel waited, thinking on the prospect of having to keep four men satisfied for a month or so.

Presently Kaissia's cries of pleasure and a rhythmic thumping could be heard from above. The door swung open, to reveal Luides. He smacked his thick lips together at the sight of her, then began to pile the used utensils from the meal onto a tray. Iriel watched, wondering how his soft, flabby body would feel on top of her, yet feeling somewhat put out that he seemed to put his menial task before his right to enjoy her. At last he spoke.

‘Lend a hand, girl, or it will be midnight before you get to sheaf a cock in your cunt.'

He finished with a lewd chuckle. Iriel stood to help, resignedly stacking plates until she had as many as she could carry, then following Luides from the cabin and below decks, to the galley. Corbold was there, stirring a pot of lentils, and looked up as they entered, grunting, then speaking.

‘So you are ours, Iriel. I had hoped for little Yi, who displays a pleasing reluctance, but at least we do not have to contend with the wild girl. Stir these lentils while I cut the meat. Luides, see to the table for the next sitting.'

‘You wish me to work?' Iriel queried. ‘Here in the galley?'

‘Why not?' Corbold shrugged. ‘So far what have you done but rest yourselves on the deck and distract the seamen from their tasks? You eat, do you not?'

‘That is true,' Iriel admitted.

‘Then stir the lentils,' he ordered, ‘and do not fret, we will see to your cunt soon enough.'

Iriel took the big spoon from him and began to stir, thinking of Kaissia, already fucked, and the others, presumably naked and sucking on cocks even as she worked. Corbold gave her bottom a heavy slap as he went to the meat barrel, but no more, leaving her pouting resentfully over her pot as he began to select strips of cured mutton from the pungent spice. Presently Corbold spoke again.

‘You have Huin, also, do you not, and Kantch?'

‘Kantch is the carpenter?' Iriel queried.

‘Yes,' Corbold told her, ‘and a bugger to boot, preferring arsehole to cunt. Still, Luides will be grateful.'

‘Luides? Why so?'

‘Because in getting your arsehole pierced he will be spared the use of his own,' Corbold explained.

‘He… he… with Luides!?' Iriel queried, horrified.

‘We are at sea,' Corbold stated blandly. ‘Now, let us get this finished and you'll soon be on my cock. I, for one, prefer cunt.'

He came close, to drop a double handful of cut meat into the lentils. Iriel caught his scent; sweat, spice, and a sweet-sharp reek she guessed came from the substance he used to oil his beard and the bald done of his head. Again his hand found her bottom, this time kneading, his fat fingers squeezing one cheek, then pushing between to send a shiver through her. She had pulled away a little, by instinct, but he drew her back in, fondling and pushing the material of her drawers up into the crease of her bottom.

‘Meaty,' he remarked, ‘firm, yet meaty.'

Luides came back in, followed by both Huin and Kantch, both grinning. The cooks set to the task of serving, the others to Iriel. She closed her eyes, resigned to her fate and trying to think of handsome young men rather than the strange four she was obliged to deal with. Huin had taken her breasts in hand, and was feeling the plump globes through her bodice, as if in wonder. Kantch was behind her, his hands replacing those of the cook on her bottom.

‘Never have I held such large ones,' Huin remarked. ‘They are like the round melons. Come, girl, let us have them out, I wish to see.'

‘Is this the place?' Iriel queried, her voice already hoarse from the attention to her body.

‘As good as the next,' he answered, his fingers already fumbling with the laces of her bodice. Behind her, Kantch had begun to haul up her dress.

‘Let me,' she said, pushing Huin's hands away, to slip the knot and wrench her bodice wide, the way it was designed to work, so that girls could be ravished without constantly having to repair their clothes.

Tugging down her chemise, she spilt her breasts out, to lie plump and naked in twin nests of lace and cotton. Huin licked his lips and took them in hand again, shaking his head in wonder as he began to fondle.

‘Glorious,' he murmured, ‘so full, so fat. All the while we have been in Aegmund I have wondered how you giantesses look naked. Why is it you have no whores in Aegerion?'

‘Whores?' Iriel queried, closing her eyes once more as he began to play with her nipples.

‘Whores,' he stated, ‘those girls who dwell in brothels… houses of pleasure, where a man may go to ease his cock in cunt.'

‘There are no such places,' she sighed. ‘If you wish a girl, simply ravish her.'

‘I tried this,' he answered. ‘She beat me black and blue and spat on me as I lay in the gutter.'

‘To win a girl you must be strong, or clever,' Iriel moaned. ‘As your Captain is, to make this offer…'

She trailed off as he began to suck on one of her nipples, taking the stiff bud firmly between his lips. Kantch had stripped her bottom while they spoke, hauling her skirt and petticoat high and pulling her drawers apart, never speaking once. Now, with her skirts bunched around her waist, her began to rub his crotch on her bottom, moving the hard bulge of his cock up and down in her crease.

‘Leave something for us,' Corbold remarked as he left the room, Luides following.

‘Plenty for everyone here,' Huin replied and buried his face between Iriel's breasts.

Kantch moved back, but only to free his cock, which pressed between her bare cheeks a moment later, hot and hard. Her passion now too high to hold back, she pushed out her bottom.

‘Not… not in my ring,' she managed, ‘it hurts… and is dirty… use my tuppenny… my cunt.'

He merely grunted, but as her bottom came out his cock had slipped into the slimy crease between her cheeks and the head found her proper hole, to slip up without pain. She moaned as she filled, and took hold of Huin's head, holding him to her chest as he mouthed and sucked at her breasts. Kantch began to fuck her, deep, hard strokes that made her bottom bounce and tremble.

She pushed back more firmly. The motion of the ship was slight, a gentle rolling Iriel found much easier to cope with than the alarming movement of the fishing vessels she was used to, yet with the wine inside her it was spoiling her sense of balance. Kantch took her hard by the hips, Huin around her ribs and she was being held, the cock in her tuppenny moving inside her, her breasts tingling to the attention of lips and tongue.

They began to guide her down, to her knees on the floor, Huin moving back, to introduce an already erect cock into her mouth as she got onto all fours. The fucking grew harder, more purposeful, Huin's grip tighter, using her mouth as a slide. At last she felt properly ravished rather than simply molested, and even as Kantch withdrew from her tuppenny to slide his juice smeared cock up between her buttocks she managed no more than a muffled mewl of protest at what she was sure he intended, buggery.

Sure enough, holding her tightly by her lifted clothes, he pushed his cock to her bottom ring. For a moment she tired to fight, clenching her anus to make the damp, fleshy ring squirm and pulse against the pressure of his cock. It made no difference, Kantch simply forcing his way in, her ring popping with a sharp stab of pain that broke her resistance, and she was filled with the sensation of having been overcome as the full length of his cock was packed up into her rectum.

Kantch began to bugger her, Huin to fuck her mouth with his hands twisted into her hair, rowing her body between them, back and forth on their cocks, her lips and bottom ring pulling in and out to the motion, her breasts swinging in time. Huin came first, deep in her throat, to make her gag and leave her with jism hanging from not just her lower lip but also her nostrils as he pulled back. The next instant Kantch grunted and filled her rectum with come, then pulled slowly out to leave her anus pulsing and dribbling behind her, her tuppenny gaping for more.

She stayed down, her eyes shut, her breathing low and even, feeling the men's jism trickle slowly from her body, wanting more and sure the cooks would return at any moment. Sure enough, the door banged and Huin spoke.

‘We have her ready for you, Corbold, ‘greased both ends but in want up her cunt, you dirty son of a baboon, Kantch.'

Kantch merely grunted as he wiped his cock on Iriel's dress, then stood to make way for Corbold. Iriel wiggled her bottom, inviting the fat cook to use her, all decency and regret fled in the urgency of her lust. The boards groaned as he got down behind her, his fat belly pressing to her bottom. A new hand twisted into her hair and she was fed Luides' cock, fat and fleshy, tasting of male sweat, cooking spice and earth. She began to suck as Corbold's own erection slid easily up her sopping tuppenny hole.

They took her in hand and once again she was being rowed, back and forth, spitted on two cocks, her ecstasy rising until at last she reacted in pure lust. Her hands went back, tugging her clothes clear, to find her tuppenny, to rub, to grip the cooks fat, wrinkled scrotum as he pushed in and out of her, to rub again, to stroke the junction of cock and hole, to rub again.

Luides' cock erupted in her mouth as she started to come, thick, salty jism exploding from around her lips to splash his balls and fall to the floor. He groaned in pleasure, more come pumping into her mouth as she eagerly sucked it down and rubbed ever harder at her tuppenny. She began to come, her hole tightening on Corbold's cock, then going into spasm, squeezing over and over on the thick shaft as his belly slapped on her upturned bottom and her breasts swung in the pool of jism and saliva beneath her on the floor.