In for the Long Haul (for Logardidnothingwrong)

[Slemmandre]

Coming to is no easy feat for Sarai.

To the overpowering fatigue weighing down her bones and the sheer soreness of her body, to the bobbing sway of the hard ground beneath her and the chafe of rope around her wrists, it should be by no means a source of joy for the young adventurer to find herself in this situation.

Yet come to she does, for better or for worse, to realize she is in a cramped wooden room that she has surely never seen before. A single candle provides dim light for the little room, stationed on a beat up table better suited for a raucous game of cards than someone’s faux attempt at finery. In a chair next to it, slumped to the side in sleep (or at least very heavy rest) is a brown-furred horse man with an elegant black mane.

For a guard, he seems quite lax, and though she can’t tell for certain through his bunched, ragged robes, he seems unarmed. Then again, his obvious muscled bulk is something to be feared.

Sarai herself is unarmed. Whoever left her here made sure to relieve her of all possessions but the clothes on her back. Worse yet, not all of her clothes remain as they were. Though they’ve allowed her some modesty, the bottoms she once wore have been stripped away, leaving her lower undergarments exposed.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

Sarai wakes with a start and begins to take in her surroundings. Finding herself without weapons or her armor she begins to panic. Thinking that maybe if she stays very still her captor will think her still asleep and give her an opportunity... any kind of opportunity.

She tries to remember back to how she got here... the tavern... that was the last place she was. Trying to get ship. A handsome captain offering her passage... sharing drinks.... Gods above the man must have drugged her. If that's the case she could have been dealing with a slaver. Her muscles tense as she waits for developments. Panic will doom her. She must stay calm... no matter how difficult it feels....

Sarai was a young elven woman just entering the full flower of adulthood. Her hair runs down to her shoulders a brilliant blonde, her eyes are green. Her bust is a respectable C cup, she has wide hips and a plush ass. Her pussy is smooth her virginity intact. Her virgin ass is right where it should be.

After taking some time to gather herself she began to try and move... this guard seemed asleep maybe this was her chance....

 

[Slemmandre]

And with ankles not bound, move she can! It seems her captors are casual enough to have foregone full-body bondage, if the horse man in the corner is any indication. As Sarai takes in her surroundings, the man lets out a hearty snore. Out cold, certainly.

The only possible exit to the room is a simple cabin door, probably locked. The candle still flickers heartily on the table, promising should Sarai wish to cause mayhem. Or, lax as the man seems, perhaps Sarai could score favor with her guard if she simply stayed nice and compliant.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

She examines her options carefully. If she still had her equipment she could probably pick the lock. She was pretty good at that though she didn't like it to be known... Still this could be a trap. It would be a bad idea to make a move before she knew more. For now she would stay compliant and watch. If a realistic opportunity presented itself she would take it. For now she tried to make herself a bit more comfortable and watched the Horse man and the door. Alert for signs of movement from either...

 

[Slemmandre]

Though the passage of time is strange and inscrutable while Sarai sits in her binds, it's only a few minutes later that the moment is interrupted, a harsh series of knocks at the door.

"Angus! It's her turn for inspections! Captain's quarters, now!" a voice calls from outside.

The horse man, Angus, wakes with a snort. He seems about as surprised as Sarai was when coming to, which might be funny if only her situation weren't so tragic.

"Ugh, wha...?" he mumbles, suddenly realizing the still-lit candle and his own negligence. "Ha, hey. Holy shit. You're up, and you didn't try to fuck me over? Thank you, I guess."

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

"Uh... no problem big guy." She says. "Wait inspections? What inspections?" She asks confusion evident in her voice. "Please if I could just talk to whoever is in charge here..." She trails off. Then sighs. "Alright. Let's get these... inspections over with."

She moves to stand working a bit of the soreness out of her legs as she looks towards the door wondering what will come next.

 

[Slemmandre]

The feeling returns to her legs exactly as it should. Save for some bruises on her wrists she doesn't recall having, she's in about as good of physical condition as she was before ending up in the mess.

"Oh, you'll get to talk to who's in charge. I'm pretty sure you've already met him though. Handsome guy, generous captain routine. Sound familiar?" Angus yawns, as if this is all just another day in the life, and holds her firmly by her wrist binds to lead her to the door. "Not gonna lie, the inspection probably isn't gonna be great. But do me a favor, alright? Don't try and run or anything."

He fishes a key from a pocket in his trousers and unlocks the door.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

She notes the location of the key. "I'll keep playing nice if you will big guy." she says with a somewhat forced smile. "Alright. Let's see this Captain of yours. If nothing else I should thank him for his hospitality."

She took another moment to stretch her legs enjoying being on her feet if nothing else. She was quick and they hadn't used magic to subdue her which means if she keeps her wits about her and plays along for now she might have a way out. She got ready to follow Angus out...

 

[Slemmandre]

"Huh. You're pretty calm about all this. Keep that up. I think you'll be alright. Yeah. You should, anyways. But I'm not the one you have to worry about."

Angus turns to blow out the candle, and then leads her assertively but not forcefully out. Exiting the room, she is led into the bunk-bedded sleeping quarters of about a dozen different people. All are sleeping, or trying to anyways, some woken by the harsh noise of whoever came to knock on their door and groaning as they turn over in bed. Most are hulking and bestial, but she can see a few well-muscled humans among their ranks.

She is led past them, up a creaky set of stairs, and to a great set of double doors that Angus pushes open. For the first time in a while, Sarai's senses are flooded by a beaming sunlight of an early morning as they emerge onto to the deck of a two-masted ship! Well, that certainly makes escape more complicated, being surrounded on all sides by murky, roiling sea.

They approach a cabin at the stern of the ship in time to hear shouting. A tall, dangerous-looking panther woman bursts from the door of the cabin, dragging a slight dark-skinned human woman behind her. She is bound just as Sarai is, struggling futilely through tears. The streams of thick white fluid strewn across her dainty face leave very little to the imagination.

"Bastards! You dirty, fucked-up bastards! You're scum, to do this to people! Fucking scum!" she sobs. The panther woman only tenses in agitation and drags her along faster.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

Sarai blinks as she is brought into dazzling sunlight... shit. They're already at sea. That's a pretty big problem but if she continues to play the meek and obedient captive she should have an opportunity to learn enough of the ship by the time they dock to make an escape.

She is startled when the Panther Woman leads that poor human out... Gods... She winces to see the abuse the other woman has gone through and tries to remove all reaction from her face. If possible she will include this woman in her escape but she needs to keep her wits about her. It's her only chance. She closes her eyes and slows her breathing as they pass and Angus brings her to the cabin...

 

[Slemmandre]

At least Angus has *some* of the decency to be ashamed.

"Shit. I'm real sorry you have to see that." He winces, spinning her around to look at him. "Hey, listen. You've got such a brave face, and I don't know what you're thinking. But just do what the captain says, alright? Makes it easier for everyone. I mean it." Angus himself seems pretty wary of showing his true feelings, but there's definitely a twinge of anxiousness as he mentions the captain.

And with that, Sarai is led right into the thick of things through the cabin door. Sitting with his feet resting up on a great trunk desk is a familiar face. The same kind, handsome captain who was so generous to offer her passage is eyeing her with a curious, smug satisfaction.

"Well! I hope the voyage is everything you were hoping for!"

[Do you care to physically describe him as someone who's Sarai's type? Or just want me to wing it?]

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

(Feel free to describe him as you like. Sarai tends to like muscular confident men and feminine curvy women)

She gulped to herself and decided to take what Angus said to heart. He doesn't seem like a bad guy all things considered... he might actually be looking out for her...

"I'll keep what you say in mind big guy... you're kinder than I was expecting."

She finishes composing herself just as she is lead in... that same handsome face... what a cruel lie it was.

"The floor was a bit uncomfortable but then again free accomidations are so rare it'd be churlish to complain wouldn't it?" She said to him with all the levity she could muster.

 

[Slemmandre]

The captain steeples his hands and looks her up and down in appraisal. His smile doesn't waver, though there is the slightest glint of humor in his dark eyes as he raises one eyebrow.

"Shut the fuck up." He finally says, far more level than is befitting of the statement. "You're so smart? Then you must know what this is and what it means for you. You're going to be sold to some rich swine as a plaything, and if you don't want to be utterly broken by the time we reach shore, you're going to do what I say, speak only when it is asked of you, and present yourself when others demand it. Understand?"

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

Her mind is racing, she's furious but she remembers Angus' words...

Slowly she nods looking at him in the eye...

She realizes that if she keeps quiet and obedient they will assume she's broken by this. Giving her a chance potentially to escape. They haven't used magic on her to force compliance so this is her main chance. She just has to play the part...

 

[Slemmandre]

The captain stares her down, trying to parse the validity of Sarai's expression. And then he seems surprised. The look lasts for only a moment before he breaks into an even wider, crueler smile.

"Oh. I understand. This is exactly what you wanted then, isn't it? So here's your chance to prove yourself, whore. Poor Angus has been so kind, staying up all through the night to make sure you weren't so alone. Put that smart tongue to its proper use and show him just how grateful you are." he says.

Angus, standing just off to the side, takes an awkward step forwards. With an impatient wave of the captain's hand, he drops his trousers, revealing a hefty leather loincloth underneath.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

She sighs and moves over to Angus smiling at him a bit as she moved his loincloth to the side and began to use her tongue on his cock. Obedience was the way forward for now... besides he'd been nice to her... she could say thank you.

He could tell that she'd done this before her tongue being reasonably skilled as she began to work his shaft.

 

[Slemmandre]

Angus groans in relief from the first touch, tightening a fist in Sarai's hair to get a hold of himself. His stallion cock is as thick as her arm at the base, but even wider at the tip. In only a moment of her skilled tongue's touches, he's iron-hard, and from the taut look of his swollen balls, he's been saving a load for quite a while.

The captain is absolutely engrossed, not taking his eyes from Sarai in her lewd display for even a moment. "Well, I suppose we've stumbled upon a natural!" he chuckles, and from the slight lilt of his voice, she can fill in the blanks to realize that he's calmly masturbating to the sight of her.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

She ignores him, he doesn't exist to her right now as she focuses solely on Angus and his cock, expertly working her tongue around its length before beginning to probably to their surprise properly work it into her mouth and begin to take him deeper, she'd keep eye contact with Angus. Making sure he could tell that this was for HIM. Not the Captain as she bobbed her head.

 

[Slemmandre]

The two-and-a-half inch flare spreads Sarai's mouth open wide, blunt and unyielding as she works it in. Angus keeps eye contact with her as well, blue eyes shining in a moment of understanding. His hand tightens in her hair again, guiding her mouth further onto his tip, and though not unduly forceful, it's enough to put pressure on her to take him even deeper.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

She notes his unspoken understandable and gets to work... she's only ever taken one other cock like his before but she knows she can do this. Gradually working his cock deeper and deeper her tongue massaging it as it goes. She's going to make him cum, he's earned it. He's been nothing but decent.

 

[Slemmandre]

Angus grunts, biting his lip as Sarai pleasures him. Emboldened by her resolve, he urges her head even further towards his groin, gently rolling his hips as he begins to slowly fuck her face.

She can hear the creak of a chair to know that the captain is now standing behind her. Without ceremony, he slips a hand under her panties and probes her cunt with a finger, surely checking her for virginity.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

At first she's determined to ignore the captain completely as she takes more and more of Angus' horsecock into her mouth but she does flinch when the captain probes her virgin pussy. She'd given a lot of head since leaving home... truthfully she'd enjoyed it but she had never let anyone have her pussy. Now she realized with a mounting sense of dread that all her caution had done was to give this barbarian an opportunity to conquer her first or more likely increase her value greatly when he tried to sell her...

 

[Slemmandre]

"She's- ah! really good at this, captain." Angus moans, swollen nuts tapping against Sarai's chin each time he thrusts.

The captain, seemingly satisfied, removes the finger and promptly smacks her on the ass.

"Good. And she's virgin pure. Makes me jealous of whatever grimy bastard who's going to break her in. Place your bets if she's so chaste in her other hole." He chuckles, tugging her panties down to her ankles and roughly spreading her ass.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

She would wince at the smack, still trying to tune him out as he works Angus' cock, she liked the size of it, the texture. She was really getting into this. She winced again as he spread her ass, she'd never taken a cock there either. So far her sexual experience had been limited to sucking cock and touching herself....

"Hmglukm" She moaned into Angus cock hoping the captain would leave her be and let her enjoy this.

 

[Slemmandre]

Seeing how Sarai's handling him, the dominant spark within Angus finally lights for real: he grabs the back of her neck and plunges the rest of his cock down her throat, groaning frantically as he slips his dick in and out with new reckless abandon. Sarai's senses are also assaulted by the rough smack of his heavy balls against her chin, and the overwhelming musk that comes with it.

She can feel the captain grope the fat of her ass with surprising tenderness, until he carelessly crams two thumbs into her pucker and spreads the hole itself! She's trapped in the humiliating position, between a rock and a hard (throbbing) place, and for additional disrespect, he spits directly into her open hole.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

She gags as Angus suddenly takes complete control of the face fucking and winces as the captain assaults her ass. All she can do is make startled "Gluk" noises as her throat is thoroughly fucked and the Captain degrades her.

Angus musk has started to become overwhelming, her eyes begin to roll back into her head as her pussy starts to get wet...

 

[Slemmandre]

The captain chuckles darkly, newly-realized that the demeaning treatment is making Sarai wet. He pulls back his thumbs and circles her asshole with two fingers, dampening it with the glob of spit, before cramming them both inside and moving them with measured thrusts. If this isn't jarring enough for poor Sarai, he also lowers his face to her pussy, suddenly slathering his tongue across its length as he begins to eat her out.

The frustration of being pent up has Angus keeping his reckless pace. Decent as he may be under normal circumstances, it's as if he's suddenly possessed in his desire to get off, shoving his length down her throat with as much speed and force as her body will allow.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

She gags and moans on Angus cock as he utterly dominates her face bucking and twitching from the stimulation. The captain's assault of her ass and pussy has her weak at the knees, she groans into Angus cock, her eyes close and a heat begins to build up more and more in her.... she's getting close and ashamed of it...

 

[Slemmandre]

Finally, Angus grabs her head with both hands and sinks his cock as far down her gullet as it'll go. She feels his iron-hard shaft throb in her throat, it's flare opening as a flood of warmth fills her stomach and his full balls release their sticky load

The captain smiles as he sucks her clit, knowing exactly what her twitching and spasming means. Just as Sarai is closest to the precipice of her release, he pointedly takes one broad, final lick and then pulls away, smacking her ass again for effect after pulling out his fingers.

 

[Lorgardideverythingwrong]

She groans loudly into Angus cock as he fills her stomach with his jizz then cums HARD from a combination of that, the captain's attention to her clit, and the suddenness of the smack. Bucking her hips and moaning into the cock, her pussy soaked.

Her eyes look up at Angus unfocused.