Princess Chapter 1 (4/6)
sf mf oral m-dom

Princess returned and seemed to take Anna's presence in stride. The two
readily served me wine and I shred some out with them. Princess in
particular had a bit to drink until I could see the effect on her. Darkness
was falling quickly now, it was time.

"Princess, has Anna shown you the kneeling stations of a Pleasure Slave?"

"Yes, Master. I've been practicing."

"Good," I smiled, "Present your ankle, girl."

The drink had her very comfortably loose and she easily slid in to position,
sitting leaning back on her hands, one leg folded under her hip, the other
fully extended with her foot resting in my lap. I took a small silver bell
from my pouch and quickly lashed it about her ankle with a silk cord.

"Kneel," I commanded and Princess complied, the bell singing a clear chime
in the air. Princess was breathing deeply, her nipples pointedly erect, eyes
bright, lips parted. I had prepared a thick blanket and a leather wine flask
which I now took up and held out to her. "Up on the point there are three
men standing watch. Take them this wine and see that they are properly
served. You will need the blanket as well."

She did not react for a moment, just stared at me. Then her eyes widened. I
thought she might speak, but she merely reached out and took the flask and
the rolled blanket.

"I obey, Master."

"Good girl. Now be on your way. Anna, more wine..."

Princess:

I walked away slowly, the bell on my ankle jangling in rhythm with my
stride. I kept waiting for him to call me back, to say he was joking...to
send Anna instead. I walked, walked to the edge of the campsite. Did I dare
look back? I heard Anna laugh, heard others laughing, talking, doing other
things. The point Master had indicated was no more than a fifteen minute
walk, just down the beach and up a small rise. In the bright moonlight the
path was clear to see.

Take a deep breath and keep on walking. I was fuzzy from the wine and the
light sea breeze was cool on my skin, the air seemed to move across and
about my naked body like the caress of my Master's hands. I could feel
myself respond, a warmly tingling wave oozing from my belly out towards my
toes and fingertips. What was happening to me? What was I becoming? Just a
couple of weeks earlier I would have been horrified by the thought of
walking naked and unprotected along a beach, never mind what awaited when I
reached my destination. Now, I was mostly angry rather than fearful, angry
that the man who had won my respect, who had fostered in me the desire to
submit as his slave had now sent me on such a task! How could he do this?!
Did I mean nothing to him? I could have chosen a peaceful and honorable
death, I had been taught all my life that such was preferable to life as a
slave, and I had instead given myself over to him. Did he not understand
what that meant to me? Soft waves, coarse sand crunching under my bare feet,
the quiet sloshing of wine in the leather flask, the bell, they were the
only response the world had for my questions. Suddenly, I was very much
alone, alone under a blazing night sky, the rhythmic rush and ebb of the
ocean urging me along my way.

Stopping a moment I finally turned back to look at the campsite. All ablaze
with torches and campfires it seemed an isolated pocket of life in a dark
and empty sea. It was like second sight: I had been like this once before,
cast out of the place where I felt comfortable and at ease and sent on a
journey I never would have chosen for myself. My father had chosen a husband
for me, had put me on a ship, had sent me from my home. How different was
that from the place I found myself now? I trembled inside as I recognized
the truth: I was not the master of my destiny then, and I was not now.
Likely I would never be. What is the word used to describe one who seeks to
defy her fate? Fool. I turned my eyes away from the camp. The light had
robbed me of vision, when I looked to the sky again it had not even half its
former glory, and I could not see the point any longer. It was as if I had
been given a glimpse of my fate, then had my sight stolen >from me. I closed
my eyes and waited, counting the waves until I felt their rhythm again. When
I opened them again my vision was clear- the point awaited. The camp was the
past, behind me, unreachable. The future was the only path I could follow.
Take a deep breath and keep on walking...

The path curved away from the beach and began winding up the hillside. I
picked my way carefully even though the footing was fairly secure. I had no
desire to risk a fall now. I heard male voices- they must have seen me
coming some time ago. There was some laughter, but I heard no malice in it,
only promise. They were eager for me to arrive. Fear was in me, but also a
very solid determination to meet the future head on. I topped the hill.

"Who goes there?" a voice challenged, a voice surprisingly youthful. I fell
to my knees.

"A slave, Master. I have come to serve you wine."

"Then by all means, come along!" another voice called, "See, boys, and after
all those terrible things you've been thinking of old Tavo! See, he's sent
us a little gift! What are you called, girl?"

"Princess, Master," I replied, setting down the blanket roll and
unshouldering the wine flask, "I am afraid I have no bowls or cups for the
wine..."

"Give it here, girl, this is no place for niceties."

I handed the flask to the large, older man and he uncorked it, then tilted
it back for a long moment, drinking deeply. He dropped his head and handed
off the flask to the next man, a dark skinned man of the south who quickly
took his own fill of wine. He in turn handed the flask to the smallest of
the three, the one who had challenged me first, the young one. He, too,
drank deeply.

"Very nice," the dark one commented. "and I wonder what the Captain has in
mind? First a bilge-water duty, then he sends his fine young slave up here
with a generous helping of wine..."

"It's more punishment, Joz. She's utterly raw. I doubt she's been on her
back more than a dozen times. Is that right, girl?"

"Actually, less, Master."

"She's fine enough by my reckoning," said the youngest. He was probably
younger than myself, barely seventeen, and he stopped a moment to take
another drink before passing the flask to me. "Drink," he ordered. I obeyed,
taking a good mouthful, then passed it on...

"Well, then Griff, if you're so enamored of her, why don't you lay her down
first- okay, Joz?"

"Fine by me," he laughed, "That'll get her all warmed up. Five minutes,
right Griff? Ha!"

"Very funny, old man... Girl, why don't you just unroll that blanket right
over here..."

I congratulated myself on the calm manner I displayed as I unrolled the
blanket and spread it out, then knelt beside it to await my young master.
Joz and Lane moved back to their post, scanning the dark horizon for any
approaching ships. Griff settled to his back on the blanket, slid one finger
under my collar and drew me down atop him. My mouth found his as
surprisingnly large hands slid over my spine, my rear, down my thighs. His
body was hard, wiry and there was no mistaking his manhood as he struggled
out of his tunic and groped my breasts at the same time. My body was
wonderfully alive in his arms, my skin tingling in response to his touch as
he moved to take me.

He was only the second man I had ever been with and I was amazed at how
easily I accepted him. Griff moved me into position atop him and I reached
down to guide his flesh to its mark, my sex splitting easily over the crown
of his cock, engulfing him as I rocked my hips downward, slowly,
deliberately impaling myself upon him. One hand gripping my collar, the
other on my hip Griff led me as he thrust upward, moving the hot pillar of
his flesh through the clutching channel of my vagina, my pelvis grinding
hungrily downward on him.

Once we were going Griff's hands began sliding up and down my body, sowing
fire in their wake and I let myself slide in to the wild heat of the act, my
body moving atop him as if in the grip of some wild, irresistible impulse.
He was talking to me, one of those amazing hands caressing my cheeks, my
lips, coaxing sweet cries from deep in my belly where his driving cock sent
pulsing waves of aching goodness rippling across my pelvis. There was a
sound, a rhythmic jangle, the bell on my ankle singing out the beat of our
lust as my hips and thighs gyrated in loving service to my young master's
desire.

Griff was pumping wildly now, stabbing upward, driving the full length of
his meat in to me and I could feel it growing hotter, harder, bathing his
organ in my juices, my body so full of him, so hot that my muscles seized
tight, my body caught in a stretched arch of shuddering animal ecstasy, air
gushing from my chest in a soundless scream. I felt him join me, lunging
upwards to bury himself to the hilt within me as his flesh throbbed deep in
my belly, his hot seed pouring forth...

I never felt more empty than when Griff simply heaved me up and off to one
side. I lay there for a moment, still caught in the daze of my own pleasure
as he gathered his tunic and left me. A moment later another man, Joz,
approached.

"Well, I'll have to give Griff an apology, now won't I? Do you need a
moment, girl?"

I looked up and saw him, large muscular, his ebony skin seeming to shine in
the bright moonlight and all I wanted was to build on the foundation I'd
already laid. I rolled to my back. "Master..." I invited him.

He was already quite firm and ready and I gave a breathy cry as his flesh
split me, invading me as my thighs spread widely, my legs closing snug about
his firm, muscular hips, pulling him down in to me. He settled fully upon
me, crushing me in to the ground as his pelvis drove against mine. Our lips
met, my hands in his short, curly hair, his on my hips, forcing me to meet
his savage rhythm, my bell flashing wildly as we coupled like animals under
the star-riddled sky...

My body quivered with the echoes of my pleasures with Joz as I lay in wait
for Lane. He arrived and sat beside me. Lane was the eldest, his hair
peppered gray, his demeanor so calm and relaxed. He laid his rough hands
upon me and I shuddered with delight, offering myself eagerly. But as I
said, he was older, calmer...

"On your knees, girl," he ordered and I quickly obeyed, kneeling before him
as he sat on the end of the blanket. He was naked, his erection quite
obvious, large and potent. His hands moved to my head and he gently, but
firmly, urged my face down to his loins. I'd done this before, for my
Master, but Lane's manner told me this would be different. He was large, I
stretched my jaws widely to mouth the head of his penis, feeling his body
quiver in response as my lips encircled his meat and my tongue slid back and
forth along the underside of his organ while I worked my lips down until I
had as much of him in my mouth as I could take. Without waiting to be told I
moved my hands to work, clasping his shaft in one hand as I cupped the large
sack of his testicles in the other. He moved my head, my mouth gliding up
and down his shaft as I sucked, licked, massaged...