Lashiya preparing to make harbour.

Lashiya and Talis were hunched over a map that was spread out on the table. “We should make Port Fang before sunset, Captain,” Talis announced.

“Good,” Lashiya said. “We need to turn some of the goods in the hold into nice hard coin, and the crew have more than earned some shore leave.”

She looked up as Inira placed the tray beside her, and her eyes wandered approvingly over the girl’s bare breasts. “I think I’ll take her with me,” she said to Talis. “Dress her up like a proper **** girl. She’d be a nice little status symbol, and I might be able to get some good deals by whoring her.”

Inira shivered in pleasure at the thought.

Port Fang was a pirate port. It was named for the sharp spires of rock that guarded the secluded bay like the fangs of some great beast. Inside was a calm bay where many ships docked, and a ramshackle town where pirates could sell their loot, and then spend the money on booze and women.

It was evening, and the town’s lawless nature was readily apparent. It was lit by torches, bonfires and lanterns. The sounds of laughter and brawling echoed through the streets. Whores thronged balconies and street corners, shouting propositions at passers-by, and sometimes pulling down their low-cut dresses to expose their rouged nipples as an extra incentive to potential customers.

Inira looked around in awe as she trailed after her captain. This place was so different to the clean, orderly streets of the noble districts of her home city, and it excited her. Of course, it helped that as she looked around, other people were looking her. Lashiya had enjoyed dressing her up in a **** girl’s outfit. She was wearing golden necklaces, bracelets and anklets. Other than that, and her sandals, her only garments were an open, waistcoat-like top which barely covered her breasts, and indeed often exposed them as she moved, and a pair of gauzy, translucent pants. The delicate material was opaque enough to hide her pussy from casual view, but her buttocks were pressed against it, leaving them clearly on display.

As she walked through the streets, men and even some women turned their heads to gaze at her with lust. It was humiliating to be paraded in front of these thugs and whores, but that very humiliation made her pussy heat up under its flimsy covering. And a part of her swelled with pride that Lashiya had selected her to take and display like this, rather than her elegant mother or her beautiful older sister.

The captain led her to one of the many dockside taverns. Lashiya kicked the door open and walked in with a natural arrogance, leaving a trail of respectful and admiring whispers behind her as she walked to the bar. The barman grinned and slammed a mug of grog down in front of her.

“Evnin’, Captain Black,” he said. “Been a while since we set eyes on you in the Fang. Good hunting?”

“Passing good. I picked me up some pretty souvenirs.” The captain gestured at Inira, who blushed. “Got anything for me, Cangrus?”

The man leered. “Oh, you know I’ve always got something good and hard for you, Lashiya!”

Lashiya laughed. “I meant information.”

“Hmm… well, I may have something…”