The Trikingdom
Chapter 7
"Yech!" Duchess Careena Galin muttered under her breath. She was starting to get used to the masculine voice that sounded whenever she spoke and the large, pudgy hands that held the half rotten fruit in front of her. The market in Remar was much larger than the one in Genoise, but because of the heat a lot of the food was spoiled. She was having a tough time locating good fruit for her lunch. She and Zella had come to the market to find something to eat. She had gone in search of fruit while she had sent the young slave woman in search of a good loaf of bread.
Her mind darkened in shame when she thought of the young woman and the way she had treated her the night before. When she had woken up in the morning and viewed the poor woman sleeping beside her, she felt so upset with herself that she began to cry and try to blubber an apology. Zella had, of course, been confused and disturbed by the apology.
Careena had gone on to promise it would never happen again, and tried to explain to her what her life would be like once they left Remar. This had confused and frightened Zella more. Careena stopped like she had done the previous day and left her alone for a time. When it came time for lunch she decided they should try the market instead of an eatery.
She started to head in the direction her young slave had gone to see if she had fared any better in finding something to eat. She spotted Zella several stalls away, but she wasn't bartering or looking at bread. The young woman was talking to three guards, and from her hand gestures Careena was able to discern that she was describing the body that she possessed.
Zella's back was to her so the slave didn't see her. The duchess started walking their direction inconspicuously in order to hear their conversation. She was able to get close enough to hear Zella describe to the guards some of the things she had been telling her. Careena knew that the ideas she had been trying to impress on the slave were illegal in Remar and that the penalty for breaking those laws was death. The Remarians couldn't take the chance of their slave population becoming infected with ideas of freedom.
The duchess thought it would be wise to quietly slip away before they noticed her and figure out where she could hide. She cursed herself for trusting that Zella would keep all that transpired between them to herself. In hindsight she should have realized the turmoil the young woman was in from her reactions. It was a mistake that could cost her her life.
She was heading away, casting furtive looks back every few seconds to see if she had been noticed. She wasn't for several seconds, but then she turned her head and Zella was looking straight at her and pointing. One of the guards stayed with her, while the other two took off in pursuit of Careena.
Careena forgo stealth and took off running. The market was crowded and it was difficult in her bulky body to navigate through the people. She spied a less crowded street and ducked down it. She chanced a look behind her and saw that the guards were catching up to her. Not only was it more difficult to squeeze through the crowds, but she was also quickly becoming winded. Perhaps an overweight, old man wasn't the best disguise after all.
The Duchess was soon lost in her haste and unfamiliarity with the city. She just continued to run and was glad that no other guards had joined the pursuit. After a few seconds she smelled the dockside. She followed her nose, hoping to lose her pursuers in the more diverse crowd from the docked ships.
Soon she was among them, and her clothing and bearing didn't stand out so much anymore. But the guards kept pursuing; it was easy enough for them to follow the disturbance she was creating. Careena decided she was going to have to hide somehow.
She smelt burnt wood and realized she was closing in on the damaged section of the docks. This was bad because the area was largely deserted, but it gave her an idea. She spotted a crowded brothel up ahead and headed towards it. Men were milling all about the door perusing the women inside. She pushed through them and made it look like she entered the establishment.
She never turned around to see if her gambit worked, but when she entered the burned out section of the docks she didn't hear any pursuit. If she were to continue in this direction she would eventually wind up in near the estates of the wealthiest merchants in the city, but she stopped and hunkered down in a burned out building that had a window, now devoid of glass, that was right on the water.
She quickly began to remove her clothing, remaining as low as she could to avoid any eyes. At last she was naked and she hesitated a moment before removing the magic ring that her brother had given her. As the ring left the last bit of her finger she felt her body jolt and change. It almost dropped her to her knees. She shoved the ring in the pocket of her trousers, and then used the arms of her shirt to tie all her clothes in a bundle. She stood quietly and tossed the bundle into the ocean. She didn't look, but she heard a slight splash as it hit the water.
She stealthily left the abandoned building and was back on the street. She started walking back towards the brothels with her head down like the slaves did. The first people who she saw on the street were the two guards walking toward her. They had obviously fallen for her ruse at the brothel and were now walking and breathing heavily.
Her palms were sweating as they neared, but she knew there was no way they could identify her as the fat merchant, but if they looked closely enough they would realize she was no slave.
"Slave! Have you seen an old, overweight foreigner running in this direction?" one of the guards asked.
"Yes sir," she answered quietly. "He passed just a moment ago."
"Did he say anything," the guard asked grabbing her by the arm tightly.
"No sir, nothing at all," she replied.
The other guard grunted and started walking up the road in pursuit of the man, but the one holding her arm looked at her critically.
"My, but you're a pretty thing," he said, his demeanor suddenly changed.
"Rafi We don't have time for this," his companion complained as he turned to look what was taking so long. "Besides, look at her. She probably belongs to someone very wealthy and very powerful. You'd find your head on a pole if you laid a finger on her."
Rafi cursed and let her go and started following his friend. Careena didn't change her pace as she started walking back towards the brothels even though she had the urge to run. She didn't have a full plan yet, but she was going to have to find some way out of this city, and the most likely place to find aid in that task was the estate her husband had been lent for his stay.
***
Night had fallen on Remar and the duchess lay shivering in one of the burnt out buildings on the dock. She had returned here after an unsuccessful day trying to find help. She had approached her husband's estate hoping to see a friendly, discreet face, but no one had come or gone except for the Remarian ambassador and his party.
She could see the duke's guards posted at the door, be she didn't dare get close enough for any of them to identify her. She didn't want to cause an incident that could ruin the negotiations and she wasn't sure what the repercussions would be for her presence in the city. She doubted they would execute her but she was certain it would ruin any chance of a treaty. If the guards saw her, she wasn't sure they would be able to keep quiet about her being there.
She shivered. It was cold, especially naked. One thing she was thankful for was the lack of people. At home in Genoise, buildings like the one she was in would become occupied with the homeless until they were torn down. There were no homeless in Remar as far as she could see. In Remar, a smart man put his slave to work for him, and a smarter man didn't need to work at all.
The city was full of free labor and they put it to good use in their houses, fields, and brothels. Remar had become a destination city for wealthy men and sailing merchants. It disturbed her when she realized that a lot of the men spending coin in this city would have been making visits to hers in years past. The brothels alone were enough to draw men like bees to honey. There was no way outlawing prostitution in Genoise was a wise idea. Remar was proving that.
But they couldn't allow slavery either. The men of Remar had turned their women into something less than human, and Careena believed that no one had the right to do that to another person. Everyone has the right to decide for themselves what they want to make of their life, whether that is as a prostitute, a merchant, or a farmer.
She also noticed that the men of this city had grown complacent about certain things. In Genoise she would never have gotten away, but the guards here were so poorly trained and out of shape it was relatively easy. They had a hard time chasing her down, even though she had been in the body of an old, overweight man, and they didn't call for aid. They relied so much on their slaves to do the work that they had forgotten what hard work was. She sat up with a start as she realized why her husband specifically had been asked to come to Remar.
She slowly lowered herself back down and shivered in the cold night. She wished she had a blanket. Despite the warm days it grew cold at night and she was without a stitch of clothing. She would spend as much time as she could near the estate entrance in the morning. Now she had information she needed to share with them as well as needing their help.
***
Kalas woke up the same way he had the morning before; feeling the sensations of a warm, wet mouth sucking on his cock and balls. He blearily opened his eyes and looked down at Lina who was cleaning the remnants from their past night's session from his growing organ. The young slave seemed to delight in this work and went about it enthusiastically. He was glad that she was happy.
He no longer had any guilt about using her body. He was in Remar, and was following their customs as they would be expected to follow the customs of his people if they visited the Trikingdom. He was a little concerned about what he was going to do with her once they returned to Genoise. He supposed he ought to let his wife try to "rehabilitate" the slave to free her from her need to please her Master. For now he would treat her as the Remarians treated all of their slaves.
He placed a hand on her plush bottom to let her know that he was awake. She attacked his cock with renewed vigor, hoping to get a load of his cum before he needed to be out of bed. He felt the cheeks of her bottom slide against each other as she worked and he dipped a finger between the two fleshy mounds. He ran his finger lightly along the crevice between them until it encountered the rubbery hole of her anus. He pressed against it, feeling the elasticity of her back passage. He had yet to take Lina there and promised himself that he would do it that night when he had time to do it properly.
She pressed her ass back against his finger, encouraging him to push it into her hole. He did and was surprised at how easily the tip passed through her sphincter. But then her anus clamped down around the digit and it was held fast. It was like his finger was held in a vice and he had no doubt that if she wanted she could hold him there indefinitely if she wanted. The image of having to follow her around all day with his finger stuck in her ass flashed through his head, but he knew she was just demonstrating the control she had over that particular orifice.
As if to emphasize her point she began sucking hard on his cock as if trying to squeeze the cum out of it. If she kept it up she was going to get her wish. Kalas was gasping in pleasure as she sucked harder and harder as her mouth went up the length of his cock, and then the pressure was released as her mouth quickly descended. Each time she came down, her lips touched his stomach and balls, and the end of his cock sank down her throat. She never gagged once and he was amazed that she could have enough concentration to do such a complicated task while she still held his finger tight with her sphincter.
The end result, of course, was that the duke's cock discharged it's load down the young slave's throat like a rocket. She stopped moving and sucked harder as his organ pulsed in her mouth as if she were sucking a thick drink through a straw. As his orgasm subsided she ran her tongue along the underside of the sensitive head to clean any last remnants of cum, causing the duke to shiver at the sensation. Finally, she released both cock and finger simultaneously and smiled at her Master.
"Did you enjoy that Master?" she asked. Since Kalas had started treating her like a real slave she had grown comfortable enough with him to know when it was all right to start a conversation.
"Yes, of course," he sighed, "but tonight I'd like to try it in reverse, with my finger in your mouth and my cock in your ass."
Lina shivered at his words and Kalas had the distinct impression that she was having her own orgasm at the thought. "That would be wonderful Master," she managed to gasp, and then Kalas was certain she was cumming. She truly seemed to derive pleasure from pleasing him.
After he was dressed he went in search of Cilas Grantham to discover what was on their agenda for the day, but the squirrely man seemed to be out. Kalas scowled and wondered where the man was always running off to. After the questioning last night about the trader who had been a passenger on the same ship as them he would have preferred if they all remained in the estate for the rest of their stay, but he knew that was impractical. He would have a talk with Cilas when he returned to make sure he was staying out of trouble.
***
Careena shadowed Cilas from a distance trying to look as if she were headed in a specific direction. She had almost jumped for joy when the steward had emerged from the estate. She had to resist the urge to rush up to him. He headed towards the docks and the brothels and she felt it would be better to approach him there. It might seem like she were offering him her services which would garner little attention in that quarter of the city.
Cilas seemed to meander a bit though and it took him a while to reach the brothels. He slowed down and perused the women on display, which allowed Careena to circle around him and approach him from the front. He was busy ogling several young slaves and didn't notice her until she was a foot away from him.
"My La....goodness!" he exclaimed, almost shouting. At least he had enough presence of mind to correct himself before he gave her away.
She quickly closed the gap between him and tried to look seductive as she whispered in his ear. "Please stay calm Cilas, and lead me toward the merchant quarter by the arm. There's an inn I know there where we can get a room and talk in private."
He took her arm in his hand. "Come along slave," he said, trying to sound annoyed. The duchess was actually proud of the man and his ability to improvise under what must be startling conditions for him.
She was able to direct him to the inn where she had rented the room while posing as the old merchant. The innkeeper was a little leery about renting to another foreigner since the city guard had turned one of his rooms inside out because of the last one, but Cilas offered him more gold for the room.
"I'll let you have a discount if you let me spend a couple hours with your lovely slave," the innkeeper said as Cilas forked over the gold.
Cilas scowled and told the man to keep his hands off and stomped up to the room pushing the duchess in front of him. Once up in the room she tore the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around herself, thankful to cover her nakedness at last.
Cilas paced back and forth across the room as she took a seat on a corner of the bed. If she didn't know it was him she wouldn't have recognized him. Gone was the jittery man who could barely look her in the eye. In front of her stood a confident man who seemed more than a little annoyed at her presence. The stark change confused and scared her.
"Before you lecture me on how many laws I've broken, and the damage I could do to the negotiations, let me explain how this happened," she said.
Cilas looked at her and nodded and she told him the whole tale, leaving nothing out. He paced back and forth the entire time forcing her to turn her head to follow him. He seemed so lost in thought that she suspected he might not be paying her his full attention, but when her tale ended he turned and faced her.
"Well, that answers the question of the missing merchant," he said thoughtfully rubbing his chin. "I thought he might be a spy or agent since his disappearance seemed so complete."
"Do you know what happened to my slave, Zella?" she asked fretfully.
"They're holding her in custody until they can arrange an execution. I believe they're waiting for the Duke to leave," he said offhandedly.
"We must save her!" the duchess cried.
"Our first priority is to get you out of the city, My Lady. Saving a slave is secondary," he informed her. She was about to protest but Cilas cut her off. "Which do you think is worse duchess: a long life of slavery, or a quick, painless death?"
Careena didn't relish the thought of either one, but she got his point. Zella was no worse off than she would have been had someone else bought her. But still, she felt responsible for the young slave's life.
Cilas stood rubbing his chin for several moments before he suddenly got a determined look on his face. "I have a few ideas, but I must go. Your husband, the duke, will be looking for me soon and there are a few items I will need to procure. Stay in the room and get some rest, and don't open the door for anyone."
Careena watched the wiry man leave before she could say anything more. He seemed to pause at the door and she watched in amazement as he resumed the posture and air of the Cilas Grantham she knew before the door closed. She curled up on the bed and promised herself she would just close her eyes for a moment, but exhaustion overwhelmed her and she was soon fast asleep.
***
When Careena woke it was dark and everything was quiet. She searched for whatever it was that had caused her to come awake and she sensed movement by the door. She sat bolt upright and was prepared to start screaming but Cilas's voice reassured her. "It's me, Cilas Grantham, My Lady."
She relaxed instantly and Cilas lit a candle so that they could see. Even in the dim light she could tell that it was the more assured Cilas she was facing. He rolled out a collection of things from a bundle on the table. "I have been able to come up with two options," he began. "Both of them have their drawbacks. One of them will impact you greatly, My Lady, while the other could impact us all."
He paused and looked at her to make sure she was paying attention. "The first option is for me to march you up to the estate and present you to the duke as a slave. I would, of course, tell him and everyone in our party first so that no one is surprised by your arrival. The problem is that there are Remarian guards in the estate as well as our own, and one mistaken word could have us all set for execution."
"It would also ruin the negotiations," the duchess replied. "I will not risk the lives of so many, and the interests of our kingdom. What is the other alternative?"
"To fabricate your sale to a wealthy man in the Trikingdoms," he replied. "You would be taken by a trading vessel on its route from here to Coderra. The ship would have you there long before the rest of us even left."
"That sounds like a good plan," she said, but Cilas was shaking his head.
"It has one major flaw, duchess. In order to ensure delivery, the captains of trading vessels own all their cargo, and as a slave you would be considered cargo. For the duration of the voyage you would be the property of the ship's captain," he said soberly.
Careena fully understood the weight of that statement. "Why can't I just book passage on a larger vessel, like we did sailing here?" she asked.
"You would never reach your destination as a slave," he explained. "Without an escort the captain would sell you to the highest bidder at the first port he reached and just say that you died during the voyage, and nothing else about the experience would change. Without anyone to stop him, the captain would treat you as his own personal slave until he sold you."
"But if he has money to lose..." she began.
"He'll deliver you to the buyer," Cilas finished. "Especially if that buyer is willing to pay a high price."
Careena thought long and hard, and was tempted to tell Cilas that she would go with the first option. But she chided herself and considered that option selfish. She got herself into this situation so she should be the one to have to pay the price to get herself out of it.
"I will do what I need to," she said solemnly. "I will take the trading ship. What's our first move?"
Cilas nodded his approval. "The first thing we need to do is put a false slave number on your foot, so that you'll fool the ship's captain."
When he said this she was alarmed that he was going to brand her foot with a hot poker but was confused when he pulled out numbers printed on parchment.
"The used to brand the numbers on," he said, "but that lead to many complications so they devised this magic paper transfer."
Careena almost burst out laughing but managed to hold it in while Cilas spread out the numbers. "I memorized the number of the slave the duke was given and decided that was as good a number to use as any."
"Where did you get all of this?" she asked.
"I picked it up," was all he replied.
"You work for Prince Loqui, don't you?" she suddenly asked.
"Yes," he replied without looking at her.
"You spy on me and my husband for him," she stated, her cheeks growing red with anger.
"I am no spy, duchess," he replied quietly. He raised his eyes to hers and she could see that the man was telling the truth, and suddenly she was a little afraid.
"Assassin?" she whispered.
Cilas didn't speak, but averted his eyes again and she knew she had discovered the truth. "I was sent to Genoise to make sure things never got out of hand. I never had to intervene, but the prince and his father were worried that a new guild of thieves and killers might evolve in the city. Then you and the duke arrived and started to clean Genoise of crime. I've actually been expecting to be called away on a new assignment but haven't received one yet. Trust me, duchess; I am not in Genoise because of you or your husband."
"Why expose yourself to help me?" she asked. "Wouldn't it be easier for you if I just 'disappeared'?"
"Perhaps," he said as he started to apply the first number, "but it would be worse for Genoise. The prince wants you and the duke to continue what you're doing in Genoise. Not only are you removing the criminal element, but if you can make it a vacation spot for the wealthy and powerful again it will make his job easier."
"Because they would all gather to make deals in one spot," she guessed, "and his spies could observe to their heart's content."
Cilas nodded. He finished applying the rest of the numbers to her foot and Careena felt a slight tingle. "There, that should be it," he said.
She bent her leg to look at the number. It looked just like Zella's had. She almost cried when she thought about the consequences the slave was going to have to face because of her actions.
"I've been informed that there's a ship leaving tomorrow with a captain who has enough gold to purchase you. Because of your attractiveness you demand a steep price duchess," Cilas said.
"How did you get your information?" she asked curiously.
"Someone on the ship works for Prince Loqui. I'm not sure who, but I was assured that you would be safe and that the spy has been instructed to intervene if you're ever in any danger. Otherwise he will never reveal himself or make contact with you," Cilas informed her.
Careena nodded in understanding. Everything seemed so surreal, especially when she thought about what she would need to do, but she was grateful she would be heading home. Tears started forming in her eyes when she realized that for several weeks she would have to behave like the property of some strange man, and submit to his every whim and desire.
"I'm sorry duchess, but I can think of no other way to get you home," he said when he saw her tears. "There is one silver lining with this plan. With the proceeds from your sail I will be able to buy your slave Zella. I already spoke with the authorities and they agreed to sell her to me. They really don't want to destroy her, and as long as she's leaving the city they don't care."
The news did pick up the duchess's spirits. It was easier to tell herself that she was doing this to save a life other than her own. She could subjugate herself in exchange for Zella.
"Thank you Cilas," she said. "I want to rehabilitate her once we're all home."
Cilas shook his head. "No duchess, I would like to keep her for myself. I promise I will not treat her as a slave and that she will be free to make her own choices, but I want to teach her."
Careena was worried what Cilas would be teaching her, but the slave's freedom was the most important thing.
"Besides," he said, "you will have your hands full with the slave the Remarians gave your husband. He has already said that you will be allowed to rehabilitate her back in Genoise."
"The Remarians gave Kalas a slave?" she asked.
"Yes, my Lady," he replied smiling. "The duke was very confused at first and didn't know what to do with her, but I straightened him out."
Careena didn't respond but wondered what advice the man had given her husband. Despite sleeping away most of the day she was still tired and a yawn suddenly escaped her mouth.
"Sleep, my Lady, while I forge the sale documents. We have a meeting with the ship's captain in the morning, and I'll wake you when it's time to go."
She nodded and thanked him and returned to the bed. She was so anxious about what would happen to her on the ship however, that she couldn't fall asleep and ended up watching Cilas as he worked on the forgery.
"How do you do it, Cilas?" she asked.
"Do what, my lady?"
"While I was a man I could barely function when I was in a state of arousal, yet my nudity and the nudity of the other slaves in the streets seemed to not bother you. How do men remain focused when confronted with so much sexuality?"
Cilas put down his writing instrument and thought for a moment. "I would not say that we do it easily, my Lady, but our adolescence helps us learn to focus our mind on the most important task at hand. Boys in their teen years learn to cope with those problems. Think about how aggressive young boys can be; it's really just them trying to express their sexual frustration."
"So you can sit there, unaffected by my state of nudity?" she asked.
"No, it is not so easy, my Lady. I am frustrated knowing that your lying there in the nude, and I am even more frustrated knowing there is nothing I can do about it," he said banging his fist on the table. "When you become a man you just learn to deal with it," he said more quietly.
"I think I understand," she said, "but the distraction is always there, correct? Like a fly buzzing around your head."
"Yes," he agreed. "Knowing that you can squash the fly when your task is done helps."
"But in this case, you can't squash the fly," she remarked.
"Don't worry about me, my Lady. I'll be able to take care of my 'problem'," he assured her.
"Not with Zella?" she said aghast.
"No, certainly not," he replied. "I will never force her, not after what she's been through. I give you my word that she will not be treated as a slave. But I will have sufficient funds after selling you to purchase Zella and visit the brothels as many times as I wish before I leave."
Careena shook her head. "I can't believe you stoop to that level."
"It's the easiest way for me, my Lady," he replied with a shrug. "It would be difficult to lie to someone I love about my true nature. It is easier to pay someone who needs no explanations than risk exposing myself."
The duchess let Cilas finish his task in silence. When he was finally done he folded the documents and left them on the table. "I must return to the estate so I may be there when the Duke wakes in the morning," he told her. "I will return in plenty of time to take you to the rendezvous with the ship's captain."
As he was about to open the door Careena sat up suddenly. "Thank you Cilas for helping me, and for not trying to take advantage of my situation," she said sincerely. "I will not forget your kindness."
Cilas bowed his head in acknowledgement and slipped quietly out the door.
***
Late the next morning, Careena found herself being escorted down to the docks by Cilas. He had arrived at the room about an hour earlier to make sure she understood how to behave on board ship so that her ruse would not be discovered. He also told her all the information he had about the ship's captain.
The ship was called the Naerwal and the captain's name was Diedmon. Diedmon and his crew carried cargo up and down the coast. Cilas had assured her that he was as honest as they were apt to find but like all independent merchant captains he wasn't above smuggling goods. He also explained that they were lucky to find him because many refused to ferry slaves on their runs. Fights over slaves were known to occur, and on board a ship the results could be disastrous. The ships that took on slaves were usually captained by very stern men who ran their ships with an iron fist.
Careena was surprised when Cilas whispered, "There he is," and indicated a cheerful looking man. He was older, with short grey hair and a round welcoming face that matched his round belly. His cheeks were touched with red as if he had been laughing, and his mouth seemed perpetually upturned with a smile. He had faint wrinkles around his eyes and forehead, but Careena suspected he was older than he appeared.
"Captain Diedmon," Cilas said in greeting extending his hand.
Diedmon ignored Cilas's attempt at a handshake and eyed Careena up and down. "I was going to tell you that the price was too high, but now that I lay eyes on her I see that it's fair," Diedmon said in way of greeting. His voice was low and gravelly. "Nice piece of flesh," he said as he reached a calloused hand out and roughly fondled one of her breasts. Careena resisted the urge to back away and slap his hand, and managed to keep a smile on her face.
"Yes, like I explained the price is set," Cilas said. "You will be paid when you reach Coderra."
"The buyer understands how this works, right?" the captain said. "I don't want there to be any misunderstandings," he continued as his hand went between her legs and a thick finger was thrust into her opening. "Because I'm putting good money down for this fuck hole and I intend to treat it as my property while it's on board my ship." The finger was removed from her vagina and rudely thrust into her anus. Careena almost jumped at the assault, but forced herself to relax and let the man explore.
"Yes, he understands," Cilas said, his face turning red as he was forced to watch the assault of his duchess. "But he does expect her to be delivered in good condition."
"She won't be harmed," the captain replied, "but she may be a little fucked out when she gets there." The captain reached into his shirt and pulled out a small bag of coins. "You have a deal. I've never paid this much for a slave before."
Cilas took the bag and quickly counted the coins. "Here's the bill of sale, and a letter for the dock master in Coderra. Just present him with these and he'll fetch the buyer."
Careena watched as the captain and Cilas shook hands and marveled that a person could be sold that easily. "Follow me slut," the captain said as he turned and started walking towards the ships. She quickly followed and had to force herself not to turn and look back at Cilas.
"I'm not one of those sentimental types that has to name every slave they own," the captain said as they walked. "I'll call you slave, slut, whore, or whatever comes to my mind. It's your job to know when I'm addressing you. You belong to me now, remember that. You do what I say, when I say."
They reached the plank leading to a ship and Careena spotted the name 'Naerwal' on the bow. A man stood on the dock writing down everything that was being loaded onto the vessel. He looked up as they approached and whistled.
"You bought her cap'n," the man said.
"Yeah Kieran, I bought her. Put her down as cargo," Diedmon told him. "Remind the crew of the rules concerning slaves on board my ship. I don't want another incident like last time."
The captain led her aboard where she got a lot of stares from the rest of the crew. She tried to appear as natural as she could as she walked among them. She followed him below deck to his quarters. A young man was inside tidying the cramped room.
"Sorry Jaco, you're out, she's in for this trip," the captain said to the man. "You're gonna have to sleep in the crew quarters." The young man looked crestfallen, but began to gather a few things which Careena supposed belonged to him and then walked to the door.
"I'm sure you won't be bothered too much. Those that have the coin will probably opt to pay for this cunt," the captain said to Jaco. Jaco didn't respond and just quietly left.
"He's a good lad," the captain remarked, "and I hope they don't go too hard on him. It's not easy being the youngest among a crew like this. His ass will probably be as sore as yours by the time we reach Coderra, but he never complains when I'm prodding his backside."
Captain Diedmon waved his beefy hand around the room. "You will be responsible for making sure this room is clean. My punishment for Jaco if he failed in this duty was ten lashes, but since I can't leave any scars on you I'll have to use my hand," the captain said. Looking at the size of his hand and arm Careena had no doubt that it would still hurt. "You fuck who, when, and where I tell ya," he continued. "Some of the crew may try and trick you by saying they paid for servicing, but you fuck only if I say, understand?"
"Yes Master," Careena said quickly.
The captain nodded. "Last time I had one of yer kind on board, one of the lads tricked her into to giving him a poke. Had to throw the man overboard to give the others a lesson," he said nonchalantly. Careena was getting the impression that despite his appearance and jovial manner that Captain Diedmon was indeed a very hard, stern man and someone who she didn't want to cross.
The captain sighed heavily and plopped his bulk down onto the narrow bed. "You'll sleep here with me unless I tell ya different. Other than the time you need to clean or fuck you can do what you want and go where you want on the ship, but if I call for you, you better come quick."
"I understand Master," she assured him with a smile.
"Good," the captain said undoing his trousers. "I visited a brothel this morning but you'll find that I'm a randy old goat and need my nuts drained often. Now get over her cunt and put your mouth on my cock."
Careena moved over to him without hesitation. That was one of the things Cilas had warned her of earlier that morning. When the captain gave her an order, she needed to react and obey immediately or he might suspect something. She didn't let her eyes focus on his cock as she kneeled in front of him. She put her head in his crotch and took the stiffening member in her mouth.
She hadn't been sure what to expect, but was pleased that the man at least smelled clean. She supposed that he had bathed while his ship was docked. His belly was so bulky that she had to use one hand to hold the excess flesh out of the way so that she could move her head up and down. He did nothing to assist her in her task, just leaned back and enjoyed the sensation.
"That's good lass," he moaned as she suctioned his cock with her mouth. He was much smaller than her husband so she was able to easily take him all the way in her mouth until her top lip touched his pubes and her bottom lip touched his hairy scrotum. "Much better than Jaco," the captain muttered.
She continued to work her mouth up and down and all over his cock, slavering like she enjoyed it. It was all an act for her; she didn't find anything about this man compelling or attractive and she was not sexually stimulated at all. Still, it could have been worse and she had known this would be the price she would have to pay to get home quickly and quietly.
She thought the captain was going to let her get him off with her mouth because he kept her at it for what seemed like forever. Despite his smaller size her jaw was getting sore and her arm was getting tired from holding his belly back. Then there was a knock on the door, and she recognized the voice of the man called Kieran tell the captain they were ready to shove off.
"Give the order then, Kieran. I'll be a few more minutes," the captain yelled back through the door.
The captain grabbed her hair in a beefy hand and pulled her head off his member. "Gonna have to speed this up lass, I need to get on deck," he said. Despite his age the captain easily lifted her off the ground and threw down on her back on the bed. There was no malice in his actions; he was just treating her like an object.
Careena spread her legs wide for him, and Captain Diedmon fell between them without pulling his trousers down any further. His stiff cock found its mark and was soon forging its way up her channel. She was grateful that he wasn't large because she was hardly wet at all. She made noises to feign excitement as he began rutting over her.
The captain didn't try to keep his weight off her at all; he just lay full on her while he ground his crotch against hers. She felt as if she was suffocating underneath him, but she tried to squeeze her cunt muscles like Zella had done to her. He must have liked what she was doing because he was moaning and groaning in pleasure the entire time.
She managed to get her arms around his wide frame and caressed his back and ass as best she could. He was still clothed so it felt a little awkward but she didn't want to just lie there like a dead fish. Despite his flab, she could tell that there were strong muscles underneath and he was pounding into her hard.
Soon enough his eyes closed tight and he threw his head back with a series of loud gasps as she felt jets of cum spurt into her womb. When the spurting stopped the captain sagged onto her for a moment and as his cock went flaccid it slipped out of her. She immediately contracted her muscles to hold the cum in so that it wouldn't make a mess.
After a moment's rest, Captain Diedmon hauled himself off of her. "You've got some good pussy, slut. Best I've had in a long time," he told her. "I might have to charge the boys extra to fuck ya." He redid his trousers and looked around. "Jaco cleaned up pretty good so it looks like you got some time to yourself," he commented as he made for the door. "If you head up on deck, make sure you don't fall overboard."
Then he was gone, and Careena allowed herself to relax a little. She found the chamber pot and squatting down, released the captain's seed into it. She had survived her first encounter with the captain and it hadn't been that bad. She was beginning to think her time on board would be a small price to pay considering what would have happened had she been caught in Remar.
***
Careena leaned against the ship's rail gazing out at sea while infrequent drops of the captain's cum splattered on deck from her well used pussy. The captain hadn't lied; he was an incredibly horny man and required her to service him several times a day. She had only been aboard for two days and she had already lost count of the amount of loads Diedmon had filled her with.
He was a heavy cummer too. She would squat over the chamber pot after each time and let as much as she could drain out each time, but she would always leak cum for about an hour afterwards. She would head up on deck to let it drain out; she didn't want to make a mess in the captain's cabin. Just when she thought it was all out the captain would be yelling for her again. She never got any enjoyment out of it, but it could be much worse. Diedmon was neither rough or cruel to her and hadn't found any fault with her behavior yet.
He hadn't used her ass either. She heard him commenting to one of the other sailors that he could get ass from Jaco if he wanted it and that while pussy was available to him he was going to use it. She was thankful for that.
None of the other men had enough coin to use her yet, but she knew some of them would when they made their next stop. Some of them were constantly talking about what they were going to do to her once they could afford the captain's price. They talked about her as if she weren't there, and treated her as the Remarians treated their slaves. Jaco was the only one who treated her anywhere close to a human being. He at least spoke to her and asked if she was all right or needed anything.
She suspected he treated her differently because he felt they were in similar situations. He was young, maybe a year or two older than her, and the other men treated him only slightly better than they treated her. The first night, after the captain had finished filling her with his cum, she had left the cabin to go for a walk on deck but stopped when she heard some commotion coming from the crew's quarters. Apparently some of the men decided they couldn't wait until they got more coin and were using Jaco to sate their urges.
She felt sorry for him and wished she could help, especially when she saw the tears in his eyes as he was being sodomized. She couldn't watch and went up on deck nearly crying herself. The trouble was she understood the burning need those sailors had for release, and she wasn't sure that had she been one of them she would have treated Jaco any different.
Her recent experience as a man gave her a different outlook on their behavior. She knew how uncontrollable she had been when aroused, so she didn't begrudge the captain's use of her. And she couldn't condemn the other sailors for their actions with Jaco, or what they wanted to do with her. She made a decision right then to never intentionally arouse a man without taking care of him afterwards. She also decided to do her best to drain any of the sailors who came up with the coin so they'd leave Jaco alone.
After making those decisions it felt as if a big weight had been lifted off her. She didn't need to fear or dread sex with the captain and the others; she could relax and enjoy it if she wanted to, especially if it served a purpose. The reason the captain didn't excite her wasn't because she didn't like sex, it was because he was unimaginative and far too quick. The captain certainly was after quantity and not quality. She was actually looking forward to something different and a little more dangerous. Hearing the sailors talk about her actually started to make her horny.
That was one of the reasons she was standing at the railing now, letting the captains cum fall indiscreetly on the deck. Whenever she went up there during the day, all eyes were on her and she figured the more they witnessed her wanton display, the more they would become fixated on her and leave Jaco alone. She definitely had the sailors' attention and they weren't shy about expressing their appreciation of her display. She smiled invitingly at them, letting them know that she was looking forward to fucking them when they could afford it. She realized that she was actually looking forward to it and that scared her. She wondered if she were being possessed again, but dismissed it quickly. This desire originated in her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a touch on her hip. She had been so consumed with her thoughts that she hadn't heard the captain approach. The sailors weren't the only ones who had noticed her display. She was about to stand up straight to follow the captain back to his cabin, but he pressed a firm hand on her back to keep her bent over the railing.
His hard cock pressed against the lips of her pussy, and Careena realized she had missed more than just his approach. His member slipped easily into her cunt that was still slick with the last load he had placed in there. It occurred to her that he was early for his usual schedule and she marveled at the older man's recuperative powers. For the first time she fully understood the control she had over him, or any other man that desired her. Despite the fact that he treated her like a slave, she could manipulate him in a way that he couldn't and didn't want to resist.
She wasn't sure if it was because she was already horny, the realization of her power over him, or the fact that they had an audience, but for the first time she was actually enjoying what Captain Diedmon was doing. She turned around and looked at him and almost laughed. The sight of the large, gray haired man pounding away at her young, firm body struck her comical. The captain never met her gaze; his eyes were glued to the spot where his hard penis was penetrating her body.
She turned her head back around and watched the waves undulate under the hull of the ship. The captain's thrusts into her seemed to coincide with the up and down movement of the ship as it rode over each wave. She pushed her hips back to meet him each time and concentrated on achieving her own much desired orgasm.
The sailors were yelling at their captain, encouraging him to fuck her harder. He seemed to gain strength from their words and his cock and belly banged against her faster and with greater force. She could hear him grunting behind her with the exertion. She reveled in the greater pleasure his newfound strength afforded her.
Careena was grateful that Diedmon seemed to be lasting longer than normal. Her hands gripped the rail so that she could push back against him harder. Her fingers were becoming numb and her knuckles were turning white. Her entire body was tense with her approaching orgasm. She just needed the captain to keep going a little bit longer.
She was rewarded a few seconds later with one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had in her life. Her eyes blurred and her whole body shook. Her knees started to buckle and she almost lost her balance and collapsed on deck. The captain never missed a stroke and kept thrusting, and just as she was coming down from her wonderful climax he was gasping on her back filling her with another one of his thick loads of cum.
Through the pounding in her ears she heard applause from the watching sailors. As she recovered she felt like taking a bow, but knew that would not fit in with her slave persona. The captain slowly backed away and as his limp penis slipped out of her a stream of cum poured out of her vagina. She didn't try to stop it and let it splash all over the deck.
The captain was still breathing hard and leaned heavily against the railing next to her. "That was one of the best fucks I've ever had lass," he breathed. "I wish I could afford to keep ya."
A few days before she would have been offended by his words, but now she heard the sincerity in them and felt touched. She had no desire to stay with the man, but nonetheless his words were flattering.
"Thank you Master," she replied panting herself.
The captain quietly walked away after he recovered, but Careena remained there. The sailors were staring even harder at her, if that were at all possible, and she decided that the rest of the voyage would certainly be interesting.