Princess by Aishling Morgan

his cock. It made no difference, Kantch simply forcing his way in, her ring popping with a sharp stab of pain that broke her resistance, and she was filled with the sensation of having been overcome as the full length of his cock was packed up into her rectum.
    Kantch began to bugger her, Huin to fuck her mouth with his hands twisted into her hair, rowing her body between them, back and forth on their cocks, her lips and bottom ring pulling in and out to the motion, her breasts swinging in time. Huin came first, deep in her throat, to make her gag and leave her with jism hanging from not just her lower lip but also her nostrils as he pulled back. The next instant Kantch grunted and filled her rectum with come, then pulled slowly out to leave her anus pulsing and dribbling behind her, her tuppenny gaping for more.
    She stayed down, her eyes shut, her breathing low and even, feeling the men’s jism trickle slowly from her body, wanting more and sure the cooks would return at any moment. Sure enough, the door banged and Huin spoke.
    â€˜We have her ready for you, Corbold, ‘greased both ends but in want up her cunt, you dirty son of a baboon, Kantch.’
    Kantch merely grunted as he wiped his cock on Iriel’s dress, then stood to make way for Corbold. Iriel wiggled her bottom, inviting the fat cook to use her, all decency and regret fled in the urgency of her lust. The boards groaned as he got down behind her, his fat belly pressing to her bottom. A new hand twisted into her hair and she was fed Luides’ cock, fat and fleshy, tasting of male sweat, cooking spice and earth. She began to suck as Corbold’s own erection slid easily up her sopping tuppenny hole.
    They took her in hand and once again she was being rowed, back and forth, spitted on two cocks, her ecstasy rising until at last she reacted in pure lust. Her hands went back, tugging her clothes clear, to find her tuppenny, to rub, to grip the cooks fat, wrinkled scrotum as he pushed in and out of her, to rub again, to stroke the junction of cock and hole, to rub again.
    Luides’ cock erupted in her mouth as she started to come, thick, salty jism exploding from around her lips to splash his balls and fall to the floor. He groaned in pleasure, more come pumping into her mouth as she eagerly sucked it down and rubbed ever harder at her tuppenny. She began to come, her hole tightening on Corbold’s cock, then going into spasm, squeezing over and over on the thick shaft as his belly slapped on her upturned bottom and her breasts swung in the pool of jism and saliva beneath her on the floor.
    As Luides’ cock slipped from her mouth she cried out in ecstasy, her whole body shaking to her orgasm as she was fucked. Her mind was full of wanton thoughts, of how she’d been taken and used on the floor, in her mouth, in her tuppenny, in her bottom ring, all made receptacles for male cocks and for their jism. Then it was how her maidenhead had gone to a bull-nymph, burst across the cock head of a man-beast, her bottom entered too, and how good it felt to just be mounted and used by as many males as could possibly accommodate themselves in her body, any males.
    A week after Iriel’s first fucking by the crew, the Gull of Cintes reached a cape that dwarfed the Grey Cape, sheer cliffs lifting maybe two hundred man heights from the sea and higher beyond, towards a colossal peak the tip of which rose above hazy purple cloud.
    By then life had settled to a routine, of galley work, meals and regular fuckings. Their place also became established according to their rank, save that Aeisla rather than Kaissia was looked to as their leader. Awed by Aeisla’s reputation, Kaissia made no attempt to dispute this, while Iriel quickly found herself developing a sense of loyalty to the strong, confident Reeveling. Kaissia, despite being not only shamed but indebted, had begun to reassert something of the natural haughtiness that went with her rank, but