Not far from here...

"What a haul!" I exclaimed looking at the piles of gold in the chests we'd carried over from the merchant ship we'd just looted. Being a pirate crewman sucked most of the time, but today this score had made the years of toil and suffering worth it. Then my eyes caught on a strange glass bauble.

It looked like a child's toy, just a gaudy ornament holding a few pieces of teal foil, but as I picked it up I could feel it as if it were alive inside. I stood there holding it, watching the sky blue stars twinkle in the sunlight, lost in its beauty until one of my shipmates asked, "So where are we going to spend this loot?"

"Grey Island," the captain said behind me, startling all of us. Despite her iconic peg leg she was unnaturally stealthy and would always be standing right behind you when you least expected it. "Young Kenji 'ere," she said proudly clapping one hand on my shoulder, "has yet to earn his manhood and there be no better place than the famous Coin and Cunt." The crew cheered and scooped up their share into bags and I reached to take some more, but the captain stopped me. "Aye, ya be greedy for a cabin boy. That there will surely be enough fer ya," she cautioned.

I was disappointed, but kept it to myself. She'd chosen me, just a young runaway boy to be her personal attendant when she could have just as easily slit my throat last year when she caught me stowing away, but she hadn't. Maybe it was something I’d said when I’d simply begged for my life saying only, "Please."

The men didn’t seem to think it was strange or odd that the only woman aboard was the captain, saying she wasn’t really a woman. I was cautioned in private to never think of her in any improper way as I would receive the most unpleasant **** a man could ever have if she found out, and she always did. The crew just treated her as their lord and master, as they would any other captain, and I tried, but they didn’t have to sleep in the same room as her. When she was dressed and giving orders it was almost easy to forget what sex she was, but as her attendant, I had to wash her clothes, and the undergarments definitely reminded me of feminine nature, no matter how much I tried to repress it.

It was only a few days later we arrived at the port. It really didn’t look like much, a small lonely island with a lighthouse up a tall cliff. It wasn’t that far from shore, but the constant misty fog that gave this rock its name was pervasive. Still, the rest of the crew was excited as we clambered up the short dock and climbed the steep hill. It wasn’t until we got to the top that the true beauty and splendor appeared out of the fog bank.

Atop the hill stood a richly opulent mansion, three stories tall and going a hundred feet in both directions. There were torches and candles of a hundred colors all burning brightly, and it looked like the building itself was made of gold. Even better, of course, were the seemingly dozens of girls, all with frilly short skirts that only covered their hips, shamelessly showing off their beautiful long legs, and bust likes so low it looked like they would pop right out of their tops if they wiggled too much. Better yet they all laughed and giggled at seeing us and tested that limit as they waved and called out for us to join them.

"Wow…" I gazed in utter wonder. Heaven was a real place, and it was here. One by one the rest of the guys dished out their gold to the matron at the door, took a girl and a drink, and happily were lead away. But when the matron of the house got to me I almost felt ashamed holding out the silly glass bauble as the only thing I had of value. I hoped I’d at least get one of the less pretty girls, but to my surprise, her eyes went wide.

"You found it!" she gazed on with amazement.

"Um… I guess," I said unsure what was so special about this trinket. Then before I knew it she grabbed my hand and **** me along behind her up the stairs and down a hall. I was confused and a little worried as we rushed past all sorts of rooms, some with doors closed and erotic sounds coming out of them, others with doors open and so I could see briefly naked men and women grunting away with their bodies pressed up against each other while others in the room watched and cheered.

I blushed, wondering how they could do such things, but didn’t have time to really consider them as the matron brought me to another set of stairs, taking up now to the very top level. After a pair of massive cherry double doors opened I saw the whole top level was like one giant home. There was a dining room that could easily seat a hundred, as well as a kitchen that with a hundred cooks, still all women working away on all sorts of foods, enough to feed an army. Finally, we arrived through another set of doors, covered in teal stars, hauntingly similar to the cube I still carried.

"He’s here!" the matron called out as we entered a much more private area where two older women rested in chairs by a roaring fire. They sat up and looked over as we approached, looking over at us skeptically until the matron yanked up on my hand and held the cube up before them.

"Jo, it’s true!" one said.

"It appears so, Soko," the other said more cautiously. "Bring him closer, Ryobo." The matron brought me right up to them and let them get a closer look. "Yes, this is indeed father’s."

"I knew it!" Soko said excitedly. "I call first…"

"Don’t be a ninny, you pervert," Jo rolled her eyes. "You’re too old for that now and you know it."

Soko looked heartbroken, but then sighed, "Yeah…"

"Besides," Jo continued, "Don’t you think as the new master he should get to decide who is first?"

She nodded soberly, "Yes, of course, you are right."

"Um… what’s going on?" I decided to finally interject.

Then both the women smiled and took turns explaining. Jo started with, "Almost seventy years ago our father, after setting up a very profitable inn found that all his offspring were only girls. Now with the war on, almost all the menfolk were killed, yet he still managed to win a truce with the invading barbarians after he demolished the land bridge in a cunning trap. That was where he got this magic cube…"

"No, that’s not right!" Soko interrupted. "He already had the cube and used that to seduce the barbarian queen. Then he the cube into the sea saying ‘whomsoever returns this cube to me shall be my true heir.’" She finished her part with dramatic flair, hands raised over her head and a deep voice. I was just stunned with rapt attention at such a bizarre story.

"Close enough," Jo sighed, clearly much less impressed at her compatriot's theatrics. "Anyway with no men being born to daddy’s wives and him passing away, my mother decided to shift the focus of the inn to a pleasure house…"

"No way!" Soko countered again, "That was my mother’s idea!"

"Not the point!" Jo gritted her teeth in fury at the other woman, then smiled and continued pleasantly to me. "An so we have become the richest whorehouse in the land. And now you have returned our father’s cube, so by our lore you are to be the new master of the house, and by legend the first one to be able to break the family curse and allow us to bear male children."

"What?" I asked in strange curiosity.

"Boys silly!" Soko laughed. "All daddy had was daughters right up until he died, no matter which girl he knocked up. And worse, after that no matter how many kids our mothers had, they were all girls too; and our children, and even their children; all girls. Honestly, I think that’s why we started this sex shack in the first place, just hoping that with enough tries we’d find a guy who could 'man up' as they say. Either that or the curse just makes us really horny!"

"So all the girls here…" I asked curiously.

"Are our sisters, daughters, nieces, granddaughters, et cetera. Yes," Jo confirmed. "We are one big happy family, and you are the new Master." Then she paused and asked, "So, Master. What is your name?"

"I? Me... I’m…" I stammered trying to get up my courage.

"Kenji," I heard my captain call out behind me. Turning I saw her walking in, no longer in the heavy coat and waxed leathers, but in a long slinky red gown encrusted with diamonds that sparkled in the light of the fire. Her raven black hair wasn’t pinned up under her hat as she wore no hat now, and it cascaded beautifully down her back, saying as she walked still half-limping due to her peg leg, but even that changed. Instead of an ugly wooden shaft, it was a beautiful polished white shaft that glimmered almost as much as the diamonds on her dress.

"Ah, Ezmeralda! Welcome home!" Soko said excitedly.

"It seems you are the one who found Kenji," Jo deduced. "I guess you and yours have earned the first rights."

"Thank you mother," she grinned as she came right up to the old woman and bent over to kiss her cheek before looking back at me. "I had a feeling when I caught him stowing away and he told me his name."

"My name?" I asked confused.

"Our father's name was Kenji also," Soko smiled. "Maybe you are his reincarnation? When is your birthday?"

"Um, I don’t know…" I said. I never kept track of days because my family was just simple folk. "Sometime in early autumn."

"Maybe…" Jo said skeptically.

"Just let me take care of this," captain Ezmeralda said confidently. "Walk with me Kenji," she ordered, and I fell in line as trained. "You’ll have to forgive them. They’ve been a little fidgety since they stopped partaking in normal night service."

"Night service?" I asked confused, but we just walked down a hall to a private hall on the top floor.

"This is where your room will be," she said leading me into a large empty bedroom, with a bed that could easily sleep the entire crew of her ship. "Food will be prepared and you either can eat here or down in the dining room three times a day." Then she opened up a closet door that looked to hold so many clothes I could get lost in there, "These are grandfather’s old clothes. I think they will fit you just fine, but if they need any adjustments…"

"What is going on!" I demanded, still not really believing that this was real.

"You Kenji are to be the master of this house from now on," she said as if I should have already known that. "You will have to give night service duties, though I doubt you’ll complain about that, but…"

"What do you mean night service?" I ask exasperated. They kept saying that, but I still didn’t understand.

She turned to stare at me, looking like I’d finally crossed the line. "Would you like me to show you?" she almost growled with predatory eyes.

"Uh, well…" I tried to think of an excuse for my outburst, but then she shrugged off the shoulders of her dress and let it slide seductively down her body onto the floor. She stood there naked now, all the woman I’d ever wanted, never realizing how feminine she could really be when she wanted to. "I… I… I…" I stammered stupidly.

"Don’t worry…" she said as she pushed me back onto the bed and jumped atop of me. "I don’t bite… much." The next thing I knew was I was half-naked and in heaven, feeling her womanhood clench and squeeze around my cock, and a few moments later I was filling this woman almost twice my age with my very first load of cum to enter a woman’s womb.

It was wonderful and over much too quickly, but she didn’t seem to mind as she rolled off of me. "It was your first time; don’t sweat it," she assured me at my fumbled apologies. "I’m just glad I got to be your first. If the legend is true then my boy will be the next master and your heir." She idly rubbed her beautiful smooth stomach as if she already knew my seed had taken hold. Then she laughed, "The only sad part is that I’ll probably have to wait a year or so for my next turn."

"Why wait?" I laughed and pounced upon her this time and stuck my slimy rod back inside her gooey slit. I wasn’t fully hard, but willed myself back into action with the strong desire to impress this woman who was my commander for so long. I caressed her arms and single good leg, suckled at her small but sexy breasts, and even took hold of her peg leg for grip to finish up strong and hard with my second attempt at lovemaking.

"Oh, wow," she sighed happily after I rolled off of her when I almost painfully finished injecting her with my second load. "You definitely lived up to granddad's reputation," she groaned and closed up her stick legs to hold my cream in her gaping gash. "Thank you, but you’re going to end up regretting that though," she said slyly as she reached over to a nightstand and rang a bell that sat there.

Moments later a swarm of maids came in, taking all our discarded clothes and wiping both of us down with warm washcloths. They didn’t seem disturbed at all by our nudity, or the fact we’d just had sex. I was a little freaked out at first, but it felt good having them massaging me all over. I only jumped a little as one of them brought a washcloth to my groin. Ezmeralda just looked at me amazed by the busy bee-like activity all around us. "Do you find any of these girls attractive?" she asked suggestively.

Having just cum, thinking about sex wasn’t my first instinct. "Um…" I looked about at them more closely and had to admit they were all very beautiful, about my age, and giggling happily as they worked. "Yeah," I said almost ashamed.

"Pick two of them that you find the most interesting," she said authoritatively.

Unsure about that I looked among the girls and said, "Ok, maybe... her," at one that had very dark skin, looking quite exotic and foreign. Unsure who else to pick I said, "And how about... her," I indicated at the brown-haired girl who was washing my sausage since she seemed quite gentle, yet also eager to please me. I wasn’t getting hard from her over-friendly cleaning, but it felt nice.

"Julia and Nymiria. You two stay. Everyone else can go," she said, and everyone filed out except for the two girls I’d indicated who just stood beside the bed waiting for new orders. "You choose well I think Kenji. Julia here," she said indicating the feisty brunette, "is my niece, daughter of a rich glass merchant, and probably the most experienced in the bedroom arts of the girls her age. While Nymiria is the daughter of an African pirate captain I dueled within my younger years before I had my own ship. She is the oldest of my own daughters, and unless something has changed since my last visit home she is still a virgin." She said that like it was a bad thing.

"Yes Mother," the dark-skinned girl said apologetically, but didn’t explain further.

"So," she said standing and putting on a simple silk robe that had appeared for her, probably brought in by the maids, "Food will be brought in, and you two will spend the night with him. Julia, I want you to share and make sure Nymiria gets the first turn. And go easy on him, he's just cum twice already."

"Auntie, you're so greedy," she said with a groan.

My older lover laughed. "Well then, good luck Kenji," she said as she stumped out the door, clearly walking even more funny than normal. "I expect them both to be properly impregnated by morning and will send in two more for you with breakfast."

"What?" I gasped. I was tired and beat, and while having a regimented sex scheduled sounded pretty awesome, I wasn't sure I could keep up with it as exhausting as it already seemed.

"So you’re the new Master huh?" Julia asked grabbing my limp dick again, though this time without the washcloth. "You’re not very impressive looking, but you seemed to make Auntie happy enough."

"I… uh…" How was I supposed to respond to that when she was touching me there trying to get me hard again?

She let me go and walked behind her cousin. "Lesson one Nymiria; good night service always starts with a blowjob!" the brunette said enthusiastically and pushed the nervous girl onto her knees before me as I sat on the edge of the massive bed.

The poor girl looked scared so I said, "You don’t have to do this." I was tired and would just as soon get a little sleep, even despite how cute these teenage girls were.

"No, it’s okay. I want to do this. In fact, I was told by a fortune teller that you would come soon and be my first," explained the shy girl, and then she took my soft member into her mouth, massaging it wonderfully with her soft lips and hot tongue. Oh gods did that feel good. Maybe I did have one more left in me before I passed out. Better make that two, judging by the way Julia was looking at me like a beefsteak I knew I had to finish with her or I'd never get to sleep.