Princess Chapter 1 (5/6)
 sf mf oral m-dom


I had never yet brought a man to climax like this, until now Master had only
had me use my mouth to restore his erection, but it was clear to me that
Lane intended to have his pleasure in this way and I was determined to
satisfy his demand. I followed the lead of his hands in my hair, letting him
set the pace, sucking his cock, my tongue thrashing from side to side,
tasting the salty musk of his manhood, knowing that at any time there could
be...I felt it growing in him, his meat becoming harder, thicker, swelling
with his growing excitement as I desperately sought to please him. He
moaned, his hips moving, thrusting his organ in to my mouth and I moved with
him, keeping at my task as I felt his balls drawing up tight against the
base of his cock...

It was so sudden, I thought I had hurt him. Lane gasped, his penis throbbing
in my mouth as his hands took my head in a vice-like grip, holding me still
as his hips pressed upward, the head of his penis, pressing against the back
of my throat until I thought I would gag...then my mouth was flooded with a
hot musk-flavored rush of seed, his orgasm erupting in to my mouth as I
nearly choked, then swallowed, almost an instinctive reaction, swallow or
strangle. I swallowed it all, his seed gushing in to my mouth in pulsing
waves...

Princess:

It was a bit cooler as I made my way back towards the camp, but I enjoyed
the crisp caress of the breeze on my tingling skin. So much had changed in
the time since I had come this way! The waves had crawled further up the
beach, obliterating all traces of my earlier journey and I found that
fitting. The girl who had left those footprints behind her was fading in to
non-existence herself, transforming moment by moment in to the slave who now
sauntered along the shore line, wondering if her Master would still be
awake.

All was quiet as I reached the camp, the only motion that of the man
standing watch. He looked me up and down, nodding permission as I approached
and I made my way to my Master's bed. He lay sleeping, and curled beside him
was Anna, small and quiet, her long blonde hair spread about her almost as a
blanket. I found myself surprisingly unperturbed by the sight, it actually
made me smile somewhat as I spread my own blanket and lay down to sleep.

Dawn was breaking when Anna nudged me awake, holding a finger to my lips to
keep me silent. Master was asleep, but others were about, a few men and many
of the slaves. Anna motioned for me to follow her and we slipped quietly
amongst the sleeping bodies, heading up towards the well. There I found many
girls, all washing with the cold fresh water available. Suddenly I was very
much aware of my need for a bath.

"Different from the first bath, yes?" Anna grinned. I had to wonder how she
could be so light about something so traumatic, but I smiled back as I
worked the broad comb through my wet hair.

"Very much, yes. Did you have a good night?" I tried to make it sound as
innocent as possible, but I was dying with curiosity. I was no longer
concerned with Master's preferences in slaves, I just needed to know if I
was unique. Was I the only one who felt this way, who felt liberated?

"Better than you, I suspect," was all she said as she began working on her
waist length tresses. I had combed mine out so I moved behind her and began
to help. Other girls were helping each other, why not us?

"Oh, I would not be so sure...it was not what I expected."

"How so?" Was her voice a bit quizzical, was she as curious as I?

"I expected an ordeal. I expected them to be crude. Perhaps I expected them
to be violent. They were crude with each other, but not towards me, and ..."

"And...?"

"I must admit that I liked Griff, the young one. He was very energetic. And
the others were nice too, once I understood."

"Understood what, Princess?"

"I think I am starting to feel like a slave. When I was up there, alone with
them, I was afraid of them. I was afraid that they would hurt me, that they
would enjoy hurting me...and it was not like that, not at all."

"Of course not. You are a slave, and you obeyed, you served. Why should they
hurt you, or even be harsh with you?"

"Please, Anna! Until a short while ago I had only spoken to three men in my
entire life: my father, grandfather, and brother. I will not pretend to
understand men, not yet. I will obey, and serve, and learn. I am surprised
by this."

"Surprised by your pleasure? Or your acceptance?"

"Both, Anna. I walked down a beach last night. Alone. Do you realize how
impossible that would have been for me just a short time ago? I drank wine,
I laughed, I gave myself, and when it was all done I felt so good,
so...free."

Anna turned to face me, her eyes searching mine a moment before she smiled,
"It is a truism that a woman in this world can only be free once she submits
to a Master. Free women are pampered, protected, shielded from the world. We
slaves live in the middle of it all, we rub shoulders with the world every
day. I for one prefer being a slave."

"I think I might prefer it as well," I sighed, relieved that Anna had spoken
as she had.

"Now, stop talking about how free you are and help me finish up here. We
have work to do..."

The Captain:

We broke camp quickly and were at sea early in the morning. As soon as we
cleared the islands I signaled 'Striker' to proceed ahead. Within moments
her great sail billowed forth, catching the wind smartly, the vessel heeling
to starboard as she put on speed. 'Striker' would race ahead of us to
announce our victory while the remainder of my force continued at a more
relaxed pace. There would be quite a celebration on our arrival, I was sure.

I could see preparations being made aboard my other ships, pennons being
hoisted atop the masts, shields being hung along the side boards of the
outriggers. Tavo had my crew hard at work as well- we would make quite a
presentation when we reached port. Of course, one very special ornament had
yet to be prepared.

"Anna! Princess!"

Both slaves came at a run, kneeling before me on the deck. Such beauties, I
had to smile as I regarded them.

"Anna, Princess will grace the prow of this vessel when we enter port. She
needs to be properly prepared. I had a mirror placed in the cabin for your
use, as well as whatever implements you may need. Take your time- I want her
to be flawless."

"Yes, Master," Anna replied. I dismissed them, taking a moment to enjoy the
way Princess moved when she walked as they hurried to the stern cabin. Anna,
too, had a way of catching my eye. This would be a fine day, I was certain
of it...

Tah-Roh-Sek was all alight, beacons and torches lining all the rooftops and
streets about the port. We had arrived just in time, dusk was falling, the
increasing darkness serving to highlight the lanterned ships.

"Strike the sails, Tavo. We will pass the jetty , then take a slow pass
along the wharf."

"Aye, captain. All Hands!" Tavo's bellow was probably heard all across the
city. In moments the small amount of canvas we had up was smartly stowed and
the men were settling in to their benches. Tavo waited until all were in
place.

"Oars! Up!"

This had been the hardest part of designing these vessels, reworking the
traditional placement and design of the oars and rowing benches. Resistance
>from the shipwrights had been intense, many had predicted disaster. Yet
here we were. The oars were shorter, but I had a third again as many as
traditional, arranged in double banks, and the tri-hull design gave much
less drag...it all worked so beautifully.

"One in Eight! Stroke!"

Thirty-six oars dipped in unison and my ship, 'Wanderer', surged gently
forward. I turned my eyes to the prow where Princess stood chained to the
suspended platform under the bowsprit, a lovely, living figurehead. She was
nude, her long chestnut hair loose in the soft breeze, flowers and ribbons
about her head. Her hands were fastened to the bowsprit above her head, her
feet chained to the small platform. Lanterns to each side of her provided a
glowing golden highlight to the sweet curves of her body. From the tip of
the bowsprit hung the Royal pennant that had flown on her ship, lest anyone
wonder who this slave had once been. She was smiling, her eyes bright with
excitement as she gazed about.

Crowds on the jetty began to cheer as 'Wanderer' led the slow procession in
to port. At the stern, Anna was leashed to the rail, on display as well.
Trailing us were the captured round ships, each with a lovely prize tied at
the prow, other slaves on display at the side boards. Those ships were
having a hard time keeping even our slow pace as most of their oars were
unmanned, my crews having been spread thin to bring these prizes home. Only
'Wanderer' had a full crew.

The journey to our dock seemed all too short, the cheering of the gathered
crowds blending in to a dull roar as we approached our mooring. Only Tavo's
voice could be heard above it all, directing the docking with the skill
which had earned him the respect of all seamen he had ever met. Lines were
thrown, caught, fastened down smartly, oars were laid to... we were home.

With practiced ease I slid down to the platform on which Princess stood and
freed her ankles, then opened the manacles binding her wrists before pulling
myself back up to the rail. Seizing her by the left arm I hoisted my slave
up in to my lap. She was grinning, her lovely blue/gray eyes wide and alive,
her lips inviting a kiss. A huge cry went up as I took her lips under mine
for a long, long time.