Captive (19 page)

‘What are you doing?’ Sulitea demanded in sudden alarm.

Aisla responded with an arch look, draped her dress casually over a boulder and tugged open the drawer strings of her chemise. Her breasts spilt out, feeling large and free without the constraint of the chemise. Sticking her tongue out at the horrified Sulitea, she shrugged the garment off and walked across to the donkeys as casually as she could manage. The nearest looked at her briefly, then returned to browsing, entirely indifferent to her. She knelt, took a long look at his penis and swallowed, knowing that she was really going to do it.

Cupping one full breast in each hand, she folded them around the donkey’s penis, rubbing it in her soft flesh. The hair tickled her breasts, making her giggle despite her embarrassment and bringing her nipples up to prominent erection. The donkey made an odd, throaty noise and shifted his weight, but made no effort no stop her. She continued to massage, squeezing and moulding her breast flesh around the fat cock as the scent of male donkey grew stronger and the head of the penis began to emerge from the sheaf.

Aisla adjusted her breasts to accommodate the swelling cock, making a slide for it and beginning to peel the sheaf up and down. Soon it was hard between her breasts, a thick pillar of donkey flesh ending in a large, irregular knob. Steeling herself, she opened her mouth, leant down and took it in, her jaw straining wide to accommodate it. With the taste of salt and donkey thick in her mouth she began to suck, scarcely able to believe her own actions but shamefully aware that her tuppenny has begun to juice in response. The idea of trying to accommodate the massive cock inside her entered her head and she pushed it back, only for it to return, more forcefully.

Only her reluctance to let the donkey’s cock free of her mouth saved her from further disgracing herself. Even as she decided that she was going to get down on her knees and feed as much of the huge thing as would go into her hole it jerked in her mouth. Instantly she was choking on sperm as her mouth flooded, then pulling back only to catch the second eruption full in her face and a third over her breasts. Coughing and spitting donkey come she drew away, only for her lust to overcome her as she began to massage the sticky mess over her erect nipples.

Remembering what she was supposed to be doing, she moved quickly on to the next donkey. Breasts and mouth, Sulitea had said, so that was obligatory. What else she did was up to her, and the more shameful for that, yet she was uncertain if she could resist filling her vagina with donkey cock.

The uncertainty became stronger as she worked on the second donkey. With her initial reluctance conquered and her lust rising she quickly had it hard between her breasts, then in her mouth, sucking happily with only an underlying sense of impropriety that did more to excite her than put her off. Once more she was on the point of surrendering to her desire for a full vagina when it came, down her throat and then across her neck and breasts as she pulled back to stop herself choking.

Now quite badly in need of an orgasm, she determined to have the third beast fuck her. Quickly she took it to erection, using her slimy breasts and her mouth to make sure Sulitea could not dispute the bargain. When it was hard she pulled the sperm vial from her vagina, finding herself even wetter than she had imagined. Ready for entry, she shifted her position, lifting her bottom and pulling down her pantalettes so that she could grasp the big erection and rub it on her tuppenny. For a moment she enjoyed the feeling of moving the bulbous cock head against her clitoris, intent on breaking the last of her reserve through sheer pleasure. It worked, only for her uncertainty to return as she shifted the cock to her actual hole.

She hesitated, holding the fat cock to her vagina, wondering if she could really do what her lust was telling her to. The knob felt huge against her hole and she ached to be filled with it, yet it was an act so rude that her mind rebelled against the final acceptance. Suddenly the donkey shifted, and her decision was made for her as its cock was jammed into her vagina, filling her, stretching her out and then sliding deep into the moist embrace of her insides.

With a long moan of shamefaced surrender she put her head down and stuck her bottom up, taking more of the big cock in her hole. As the donkey began to fuck her she took a firm grip on its cock, preventing it from going in to far. Still it was bumping on her cervix, each push sending a shock wave through her insides that threatened to make her lose control completely.

In her head she was thinking of what she was doing, over and over, of how she was being fucked by a beast, the knowledge adding to the sensation in her vagina until she could hold back no longer. With her weight on her knees and where her breasts were squashed to the ground, she reached back, finding her tuppenny and starting to rub. Despite her need she held back from climax, basking in the filthy ecstasy of the act, revelling in the feel of the animal’s thick penis inside her, pumping and pumping. It came, suddenly, unexpectedly, sperm erupting deep inside her to bloat out her vaginal cavity and then spurt from the mouth. As the hot semen touched her fingers she too came, squealing in ecstasy as her vagina squeezed on the fat donkey cock inside it.

It was done, and as she slipped off its shaft to the ground her mind was a welter of emotions, shame, satisfaction, alarm at herself and a deep and wonderful sense of naughtiness. Determined not to show how uneasy she felt, she scrambled out from under the donkey, which calmly went back to browsing even before she had pulled up her pantalettes.

Sulitea had watched the whole process in speechless horror, Gerris with a happy grin while he stroked his cock. He was now erect, and pulled it free as Aisla approached, making Sulitea gasp at the unexpected sight of what she was now obliged to take in her bottom hole.

‘You are honour bound,’ Aisla declared coolly. ‘Three donkey cocks for me, one human one up your bottom, was that not your offer?’

Sulitea nodded miserably.

‘Bottom up, pantalettes down then, my beauty,’ Gerris laughed as he flourished his cock. ‘This is for your ring.’

‘Show it first,’ Aisla demanded, ‘and I think you had better strip. Buggery can often get messy.’

Blushing furiously, Sulitea began to undress, peeling off her clothes while Aisla watched and Gerris massaged his erection. She was soon nude, every lovely contour on display, with the muscles of her chubby bottom twitching in anticipation of what was going to happen to her. Hesitantly, she knelt and spread her cheeks, revealing the tight pink dimple of her anus and also the pouted lips of her tuppenny, with the rings and bells Babalyn had put through the lips in clear view.

‘Cunt rings?’ Gerris remarked.

Sulitea responded with a little mewing noise, then a gasp as Gerris reached out and tapped the bells, making them tinkle. He laughed, then sucked in his cheeks, pursed his lips and spat. The spittle landed in the crease of Sulitea’s bottom, an inch above her anus, into which it trickled. Sulitea’s ring tightened as the gobbet of saliva touched it, then opened to leave a tiny, glistening pool at the centre. Gerris extended one bony finger and touched it to Sulitea’s ring, making her wince.

Aisla watched in delight as Gerris prepared Sulitea’s anus for entry, rubbing the spittle around to coax the muscle to relax and open. It worked, the tight bud spreading like a small pink flower to reveal the darker, puffy flesh of the interior. The first joint of Gerris’ finger popped in and Sulitea gasped again. Her trembling has increased, making the whole plump sphere of her bottom quiver as her anus was fingered. Gerris probed deeper, making Sulitea sigh, then set up a steady, low whimpering noise as a second finger was inserted and he began to explore her rectum. A third finger went in and her hole was gaping, the muscle now stretched in a taut pink triangle around the intruding digits. Aisla moved beside Gerris and took his cock, allowing him to give his full attention to Sulitea’s bottom. Her anus was clearly as ready as it ever would be, wet and stretched, with the dark interior showing as he parted his fingers to spread her further. She gave a little grunt of pain and Aisla reached out to stroke her hair, all the while tugging gently at Gerris’ cock.

‘I’ll have her now or I’ll come in your hand,’ he grunted and shuffled forward on his knees.

Sulitea’s whimpering became more pronounced as Gerris pulled his fingers from her anus. The hole shut slowly, then tightened abruptly as Gerris erection touched the bar of flesh between vagina and anus. He prodded, not at her ring but at her tuppenny, sliding easily up the wet tube to make Sulitea groan in ecstasy. For a brief moment he fucked her, pushing in and out to a slow rhythm, only to stop suddenly and withdraw, his cock now glistening with her juices. Her anus tightened again, exuding fluid and a tiny bubble. Gerris put his cock head to the ring and Sulitea gave a deep sob.

‘Don’t be distressed,’ Aisla coaxed. ‘Relax your ring and ease it onto him as he pushes, take control of your own buggery.’

Sulitea gave a broken sound that might have been thanks and pushed her bottom back. The wet ring of her anus opened around Gerris’ knob, taking all but the rim. Gerris pushed and this too popped inside, drawing a squeak from Sulitea. It was in, Sulitea’s bottom ring closed firmly on the neck of his cock, the head inside her muscle. With her virginity gone, Sulitea pushed back more, easing herself onto his shaft. Gerris took her hips and pushed, and Aisla watched the long shaft slide slowly up her friend’s bottom. He stopped when it was well in, but not so deep that Aisla was denied the view of Sulitea’s anus stretched around his cock.

Aisla watched the ring of Sulitea’s anus work as she was buggered, easing in and out with each push as she whimpered and moaned her way through it. With her own tuppenny still wet with donkey sperm and her nipples stiff, she was beginning to need a second orgasm, and determined to take it over the sight of Sulitea being so firmly buggered. Slipping one hand down the front of her pantalettes and onto her sopping tuppenny, she put the other under Sulitea to fondled the dangling breasts and stroke the nipples as they swung to the motion of Gerris’s pushes.

Sulitea’s moaning and whimpering was becoming louder and changing in tone from miserable resignation to active pleasure. Aisla rubbed harder at her tuppenny, catching one fat breast and squeezing it as Sulitea gave in and reached back to masturbate herself. Immediately Gerris grunted and swore, then abruptly slammed his belly against Sulitea’s bottom. Sulitea cried out in pain and Aisla knew he had come in her rectum, a thought which took her right to the edge of orgasm.

Gerris pulled back, his cock exiting Sulitea’s anus with a sticky pop. Sulitea stayed down, Gerris’ sperm dribbling from her bottom ring as she masturbated, rubbing the mess into her tuppenny and lower belly. Aisla, overcome by lust as her own orgasm started, buried her face between Sulitea’s buttocks, lapping up the sperm as it oozed out. Sulitea gave a long, high pitched cry and the two girls came together.

Later, after washing in the sea and taking more wine, they huddled in together among the skins, the girls allowing him to explore their bodies without restraint. He was soon masturbating them both while they kissed him and fondled his cock and balls. At the insertion of a finger into her anus Aisla merely sighed and pushed her bottom out.

He buggered her, slow and long, letting her come on his cock before turning his attention back to Sulitea. Exhausted and happy, Aisla pulled the axe closer to her, wrapped her dress and chemise around the blade and cuddle it close to her body. With the shaft held tight to herself she drifted towards a drunken sleep. Beside her Gerris had begun to indulge himself with Sulitea, and probably up her bottom again to judge by the gasps and grunts.

Chapter 8 - Slavers

Aisla awoke to a cool feeling on her legs and bottom. The axe was still clutched in her hands, the skin still around her, only the comforting warmth of Gerris’ body was missing. She reached back, absently, intending to pull herself closer, only to find not hard, masculine muscle, but the soft, bare fullness of Sulitea’s bottom. Sulitea groaned and pulled away.

Aisla levered herself onto an elbow, pulling the skin to her chest. Gerris was not in immediate view, nor the donkeys. Puzzled, she sat up, only to find the beach empty, of Gerris, of the donkeys and everything else. In alarm she shook Sulitea’s shoulder, then harder as she received an irritable grunt for her efforts.

‘Sulitea!’ she snapped. ‘Gerris is gone! He has taken everything!’

Sulitea sat up with a start, looking around, at first in open mouthed disbelief and then with mounting anger. Together they rose and searched the area, half-thinking Gerris was merely playing a trick, but there was no sign of him, the donkeys or the great majority of their property.

‘He has taken everything!’ Sulitea protested, when the full extent of their loss became clear. ‘Bastard! Son of pariah and a diseased goblin! My dress, even my underwear is gone! What am I supposed to wear?’

‘We must share,’ Aisla said miserably. ‘You may have the dress. I’ll go in the pantalette things.’

‘No, I need it all,’ Sulitea answered. ‘The dress is too short. I can’t have my bare bottom showing under the hem!’

‘Who will see?’ Aisla asked with a gesture at the empty hillsides and sea.

‘I will know!’ Sulitea snapped.

‘A bare bottom is little more indecent than having a great mass of frills on show anyway,’ Aisla argued.

‘You do not seem to think so,’ Sulitea answered. ‘Come on, get them off!’

‘Very well,’ Aisla answered grudgingly, ‘but I keep by boots in case of any emergency. You must bind your feet.’

Sulitea gave a grunt in acknowledgement and Aisla began to peel with a trace of resentment, removing the pantalettes to stand nude. All that remained to wear was the skin they had slept under, which would make no more than a crude wrap. She tried it, but found it heavy and awkward, with a tendency to slip off unexpectedly. Ignoring Sulitea’s demands to hurry, she spread it over a sun-bleached tree trunk and set to work with the axe, cutting strips to make a harness similar to the one Kroth had worn and fastening it between her breasts with his clasp. With it on she felt strangely comfortable, despite the fact that it left her buttocks and most of her breasts bare. Catching up the axe, she gave it an experimental swing, allowing the blade to lift on the air and flicking her wrist to make it turn and dart back.

‘Will he have gone back to Port Ergan or on to Aponan?’ she queried, slamming the blade deep into the trunk and imagining the wood as Gerris’ body.

‘To Aponan, I would guess,’ Sulitea answered. ‘Otherwise how would be explain his return with our goods to Yarath, and so quickly?’

Aisla agreed, and by unspoken consent they set off along the beach, searching for the trail Gerris had said rose into the mountains beyond the third peak. Two hours later the full extent of Gerris’ treachery became apparent. There was no track, and the ground rose behind the beach in a sheer cliff, some thirty or forty times their height and unscalable. Reluctant to retrace their steps, they pressed on, hoping for a cleft or gully that would give them access to the mountains. None appeared, while the coast curved gently to the east, pushing them further from the direct route to Aponan. Finally they made camp, huddling together against the cold of the night.

Not until noon the next day did a break in the cliffs appear, a narrow gully with a brisk stream running down it. They made for it, only to stop short at the sight of a great ape blocking their path. He sat on a trunk, a big, dark haired male, contentedly scratching his balls. The girls stopped, wary of the massive man-beast and reluctant to try and pass him.

‘He is a wood-ape,’ Sulitea said after a while. ‘I have seen them in a menagerie that came through Thieron. That one seemed quite tame.’

‘In a cage, no doubt this one would,’ Aisla answered.

‘What of the elixir?’ Sulitea asked. ‘This might be an opportunity to make a stock.’

‘With a wood-ape?’ Aisla queried. ‘The formula calls for the sperm of a troll, if you remember.’

‘The wood-ape is a form of troll,’ Sulitea answered condescendingly. ‘Do you know nothing?’

‘The same problem remains,’ Aisla objected. ‘I may be able to arouse him, and he may even permit me to suck or handle his penis instead of mounting me by force. Yet he will not be enraged, which is a definite part of the formula. We were lucky before.’

‘Perhaps I could wait until he is near to climax and then throw rocks from a safe distance?’ Sulitea suggested

‘And what of me?’ Sulitea demanded.

‘He won’t be angry with you,’ Sulitea pointed out.

Aisla sniffed in response. At that moment the wood-ape looked up, beady black eyes aimed straight at the girls. With a grunt he levered himself onto all fours and started down the gully, his direction clear but his intention anything but. Aisla’s grip tightened on the axe shaft.

‘Get on all fours!’ Sulitea urged, backing away from the advancing ape. ‘Come on, flourish your bottom or he may think we’re attacking him!’

‘I…,’ Aisla began, not at all sure if she was in the mood to be mounted by an ape. He was shorter than her, if bulkier, while she had the axe…

The wood ape looked up again, his eyes looking strangely soulful now that he was closer. His cock was already hard, a good sized rod of near black flesh. Suddenly it was impossible to think of hurting him.

With a resigned shrug Aisla dropped the axe and sank down, bottom towards the ape. Reaching back, she tugged her crotch strap aside to expose her tuppenny, then pulled the sperm vial from her hole. Sulitea smiled and gave a somewhat complacent nod, then backed safely out of the way. Hands like the softest leather closed on Aisla’s hips, gently but with the hint of great force. His erection nudged her tuppenny and glided in-between her bottom cheeks as he hugged her close and mounted her. Great arms folded around her in a hairy embrace, one great hand taking each of her breasts and his cock pressed deep into the crease of her bottom.

Sulitea stayed still, her hand to her mouth as the ape began to rut along Aisla’s bottom. Aisla sighed, finding it impossible not to enjoy the gentle power of the big ape, then he had altered the angle of his cock and her vagina was filling with a good two hand spans of thick black penis. It went up, all the way, her hole juicy and open, and as he began to fuck her his balls began to swing and slap on her tuppenny.

He humped away merrily, evidently in no hurry now that he had his cock sheaved in hot girl flesh. All the while his hands kneaded Aisla’s breasts, squeezing and stroking more gently than many men. Before long she gave in to her lust, going down on one elbow and reaching back to find her tuppenny. Sulitea gave a lewd chuckle as Aisla began to masturbate, then, as if on a sudden impulse, tweaked up her dress, slid her hand down the front of her pantalettes and began to do the same over the sight of the wood-ape fucking Aisla.

Watching Sulitea frig over her being mounted by a half-beast gave a new, dirty twinge to Aisla’s pleasure. His balls were slapping her hand, his hairy body was tickling her, his big hands kneading her dangling breasts, all of keeping it firmly in her mind that it was no man but a huge ape who was fucking her. With a long, open mouthed groan she came, flicking and slapping her clitoris as the delicious rudeness of her behaviour went through her head.

Sulitea was not long in joining her, coming with a little cry as the front of her pantalettes bulged and quivered with the frantic motions of her fingers. Her knees came open as she climaxed, her muscles tensing in her ecstasy, her eyes never leaving the shape of the shaggy beast as he continued to fuck Aisla.

With her orgasm fading, some awareness of what she was actually doing, and why, came back to Aisla. Moving beneath the big ape, she pulled her vagina off his cock. He made no move to stop her, only retaining his grip on her breasts. Aisla pushed him gently off, then turned inside his embrace to go down on his erection. As it slipped into her mouth she tasted her own juice, blended with the flavour of wood-ape cock, a rich, sweet musk that quickly had her sucking eagerly. He gave a delighted grunt at the sensation of her mouth on his erection and took her breasts up again, kneading as before. Aisla began to mouth the tip of his penis, a technique she found few males could resist. Sure enough, his cock jerked, his hands tightened on her breasts and suddenly a great wad of sperm had been deposited in her mouth, over her face and down her neck.

Filling her vial, she swallowed the rest of the sperm, the wood ape immediately loosing interest just as the troll had done, only this time instead of relief she felt regret.

Three days later they came out onto a high, wooded ridge overlooking the sea, the Aeg Roads, the sight of with gave Aisla a fresh pang of homesickness. For a while they stood still, scanning the distance for any signs of the long black hull of a longboat. None were visible, nor any other vessels. Nor was there any sign of the town of Aponan, although a track could be seen far below, running parallel to the shore while somewhat to the east a cluster of buildings stood beside the track. Outside one a sign was visible.

‘An inn, do you think?’ Aisla queried.

‘So it would seem, but how will we pay?’ Sulitea queried.

‘That will be easy enough,’ Aisla sighed. ‘In these parts they pay coin for sex. Odd, I know, but useful. I’m more worried about their reaction to us. This coast must be raided now and then.’

‘Maybe there won’t be many people about?’ Sulitea suggested.

‘We must risk it anyway,’ Aisla answered.

They moved down the slope through a thick stand of oak and coffinwood that reminded Aisla strongly of home. Emerging on the track no more than a few paces from the inn, they saw that the sign displayed a ship, much in the style of the Amaratine. Sound could be heard from the common room, so they peered in at a window of crude, green glass. Within they could see several people, their details distorted by the glass.

Reluctant to enter at the front with so many customers present, they went to a side door. Their knock was answered by a short, fat man in a grease stained apron, who instantly started back in shock.

‘I have nothing!’ he stammered. ‘Nor do I fight!’

‘We are not raiders,’ Aisla said quickly. ‘Look, we are just two girls, alone.’

He glanced behind them, then out through the common room, where the sea was visible beyond the crude windows. Seeing nothing amiss, the fear and suspicion faded slowly from his face.

‘We are alone,’ Sulitea insisted.

‘Why then do you not come to the front?’ he demanded. ‘Instead of skulking at the rear?’

‘Raiders would come in by the front,’ Aisla pointed out.

The man grunted a grudging assent.

‘We have no coin, nothing,’ Aisla continued. ‘We were robbed and are destitute, but all we ask is a room and perhaps some bread and cheese.’

‘A room? Bread and cheese?’ the innkeeper echoed. ‘For nothing? What of that fine looking axe? Dwarven, isn’t it?’

‘No,’ Aisla answered.

‘What then?’ he demanded. ‘I give nothing for nothing.’

‘Me, perhaps?’ Aisla offered with a despairing look at the company, a collection of some two dozen men, peasants, fishermen and a group of yet rougher types gathered at one long table.

‘In the back room for public use,’ the innkeeper answered. ‘That or nothing. You can stick to sucking if you don’t like the look of this lot. I’ll charge a weight a time, and with luck it’ll make enough to cover your charges.’

‘One weight of iron?’ Aisla queried.

‘One weight,’ he repeated. ‘The girls in Aponan’ll fuck for as little, though I imagine you could charge more. Aeg aren’t you?’

‘Mundic,’ Sulitea answered.

‘Same thing, give or take,’ he went on. ‘Not too popular in these parts, your sort, bloodthirsty barbarians, the lot of you. Still, I reckon some of the boys might enjoy an Aeg girl. A bit of revenge as it were.’

Aisla turned another nervous glance to the main room. If everyone wanted her to make him come she would have twenty-five weights of iron, twenty-seven if the innkeeper and a pot boy she could see wanted it as well. Being men they would want to make her swallow their sperm, or else do it in her face, but the thought was not unendurable. On the other hand if they were like the Hai they would want to beat her, all of them, one by one.

‘Are they likely to want to smack my bottom?’ she asked.

‘What? Do you take us for perverts?’ he demanded. ‘Folk of this coast make no such obscene requests. Still, I cannot speak for Naithal and his marauders, those at the long table. They are Merim islanders and so inevitably eccentric.’

Aisla gave another worried glance at the rough group, weighed the prospect of sex with them against another night in the cold and wet and decided that she could manage it.

‘I’ll do it,’ she said, ‘and perhaps more intimate things for more iron. May I see a room?’

‘Certainly,’ he told her, then swung round towards the common room and raised his voice above the din. ‘Hoy, boys, there’ll be two girls in the back room, this evening, Aeg sluts. It’s a weight a suck but they’ll bargain for more.’

‘No, no,’ Sulitea corrected him hastily, ‘not me, just Aisla.’

‘How’re you going to earn your dinner then?’

‘Aisla will pay for mine,’ she answered. ‘After all, there are only so many men.’

The innkeeper paused to consider her logic, shrugged and jerked his thumb towards the stairs. They followed him to a room on the second floor, small but with a reasonable bed. He left, telling Aisla that if she was not down within minutes he would come and fetch her by her ear.

‘Thank you,’ Sulitea said as the door closed, ‘for not insisting I serve.’

‘You should,’ Aisla answered, ‘but I’d rather you were here to watch over our things, the axe especially. Lock the door when I’m gone and admit nobody.’