Booty thief

Night had already fallen, and the cold stone floors of the guild's jail cell did little to offer any semblance of comfort. The dimly lit cell was barely a step up from complete darkness, the shadows hiding any semblance of detail. It was there in the dark corner of the room that Varis heard a raspy voice that was unmistakably familiar.

“Haha! I didn't expect to see you here!” the voice taunted, the shadows obscuring the speaker's identity.

Cyrus quickly searched through Varis’s memories before responding. “How the hell did you get caught, Mabelle?” he asked, finally recognizing the pirate captain's voice.

Mabelle was notorious in the pirate circles. Red hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a weathered face that had seen more battles than Varis cared to count. Her single, piercing green eye, the other hidden beneath a worn leather eyepatch, gleamed with a wild ferocity that few could match. Wearing a tattered sea captain’s coat and a cutlass strapped to her waist, she was a sight to behold.

A bitter laugh echoed in response, “Turns out I had a rat on my ship. Remember the fat one?”

“Porkchop Pete?! He was the snake all along?” Varis couldn't hide his disbelief.

“Yup, thought nobody wanted him because he was fat. Turns out he was lying just to get on my ship.” There was a resigned sigh from Mabelle. “Haven't seen him since my ship was seized. So how about you? How were you caught?”

“I honestly just came here to have fun,” Varis replied nonchalantly.

A sudden anger seized Mabelle's voice. “The fuck are you talking about? Why are you bullshitting me? Just tell me how you got caught.”

“I was hoping to find someone like you,” Varis said, a sinister smile on his face.

“If you're looking for a fight, beat it if you don't want to see red,” she shot back, her voice boiling with anger.

“Oh, I'm not here to fight. Have you not heard the saying 'make love, not war'?” Varis asked in a strangely peaceful tone.

“I am NOT having sex with you,” she said, her voice was stern and unyielding.

“Such a shame, you would have had a better time,” Varis said, his mouth opened, exhaling a strange chemical that quickly filled the jail cell with a light purple fog. “Jasper won't need to feel any guilt if I fuck around with criminals like you.”

Confusion flashed across Mabelle's eyes as she began to wobble, her normally sharp edge fading. She tried to call for help, her voice barely above a whisper. Fear crept into her eyes as her consciousness slowly faded, the strange purple smoke making it hard for her to think.

“Guards! Help us!” Varis shouted out, his voice echoing in the silent jail.

A guard clad in a standard uniform ran into the cell, coughing. “What the fuck is this?!” he exclaimed. But it was already too late. He, too, fell into a trance, his movement halted, and began to sway back and forth just like Mabelle. The purple fog continued to fill the room, encasing everyone, including prisoners in other cells in a strange, intoxicating stupor.

“Now, for the real reason I'm here...” Varis’s voice trailed off as a grotesque bulge formed at the base of his throat. The bulge crept upwards slowly, eventually revealing the head of a massive, pulsating purple slug. Varis's eyes rolled back in his head as the slug emerged further and further, until it had completely left his body. The life seemed to drain out of him instantly as he fell to the ground, a lifeless husk.

Cyrus's clone, free from its host, slithered towards the entranced guard, its body undulating like a snake. With a swift motion, it plunged itself into the guard’s mouth, leaving behind a grotesque bulge as it moved down his throat. Mabelle could only stare, horror rooted her in place as the surreal scene unfolded before her.

Gradually, the bulge disappeared as the slug was swallowed whole, leaving the guard standing rigid, his eyes vacant. Suddenly, the guard’s gaze snapped towards Mabelle, an intense hunger emanating from his eyes. An icy chill ran down her spine, an instinctual fear gripping her at what she now realized was happening.

The guard took a step towards the cell, then another, his eyes never straying from Mabelle. He rummaged through his belt, pulling out the keys. He unlocked the cell door and stepped inside. Varis's **** body lay in his path, but the guard merely kicked it aside without a second glance.

“This is gonna be you soon,” Cyrus said, using the guard’s voice, his tone was disconcertingly calm. He stood over her, his menacing figure blocking out the dim light of the cell. “If you don't want it, you could just tell me to stop.”

Mabelle tried to speak, but her voice was barely a whisper. Her mind was too clouded by the **** to form coherent words, leaving her at the mercy of the possessed guard.

“Well, that's unfortunate. That was your last chance,” Cyrus said. His voice was laced with dark amusement as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her paralyzed lips. “Besides, I'm sure the guards would appreciate it if I took a notorious pirate like you and turn you into Jasper's new submissive cock begging little slut.”

His words hung heavy in the room, a dark promise of what was to come. Cyrus seemed to revel in the sense of dread that was clearly visible in Mabelle's eyes.

As the first contact of the slimy slug touched her, a lone tear trailed down her cheek. It slithered inside her, spreading her skin as it moved deeper. The slimy invader continued its relentless **** on her body, pushing deeper inside her. A bulge started to form in her lower abdomen, marking the slug's journey. The feeling was unsettling, a mix of the uncomfortable pressure of being filled and the squirming, slimy sensation of the creature moving within her. It was a slow, agonizing process that made her stomach churn.

Inch by inch, it left the guard's body, filling Mabelle until it was completely inside her. The guard, now devoid of the slug, collapsed to the floor, ****.

Mabelle tried to fight back, tried to push the slug out of her, but the chemicals coursing through her body weakened her resistance. Her eyes fluttered closed as her consciousness was pushed to the back, allowing the slug to take over.

When Mabelle's eyes opened again, they were clear and sharp. She took a moment to survey her new body, running her hands over her breasts and bottom to familiarize herself with the sensation. She scanned the prison cell, noting the entranced prisoners. It seemed unlikely that they would remember anything of what transpired here.

Cyrus examined his new host body. Rubbing Mabelle’s clitoris, Cyrus frowned. There was hardly any sensation in her lower body. Had the transfer damaged her nerves? But he wouldn’t give up that easily. Deciding to test her other opening, he cautiously probed her backside, an uncontrolled moan came out of his mouth.

“Well, that's something,” Mabelle mused, a wicked grin tugging at her lips. “Jasper is in for a treat. Pirate anal sex – that's one for the books.” The thought amused her as she considered the possibilities. She was a predator now, and her prey had no idea what was coming.