On Morganth's ship

The smell of salt water filled her nose as a cold breeze caressed her naked flesh. Shocked, she stumbled and sat down heavily, feeling rough planks against her bare bottom. Her eyes flickered round in confusion, and she saw a beefy, crude-looking man in sailor garb, leering at her with undisguised lust. The roar of the wind and the creaking on the hull filled her ears.

It didn’t take her long to work out she was on a ship.

“Welcome back, captain!” one of the crew cried. Morganth had reassumed his human form, and stood fully clothed and as cool as ever.

“A slight change of plan was necessary, mister mate,” he said. “Some amateur bounty hunters found me. What is our status?”

“Good, captain. Navigator say’s we’re almost at the co-ordinates. We should be there within the hour. Ah… captain, if I may ask, who’s the young lady?”

“If she’s for us,” muttered one of the sailors who was ogling her naked form, just loud enough to be heard, “then I’ll be loyal enough to the captain to follow him into hell.”

Idressa shivered. The knowledge that each of these rough sailors was looking at her with lust, and that the whole crew would happily **** her, was enough to fill her with fear and lust.

“Send a man to get her some clothes.” Morganth commanded (Idressa almost felt disappointed). “I accidently brought this whore with me. She will have to stay with us until we have completed our objective.”

“But… I have clients scheduled!” Idressa cried. “Madam Zemithar will be furious! Can’t you teleport me back?”

Morganth shook his head curtly. “I have already expended too much energy in teleporting to Kaenor and back. For now, you must stay here. I will compensate Madam Zemithar when I return. If my task here succeeds, such a price will be insignificant.” He smiled, that cruel smile that set her heart racing. “Maybe I can find a use for you in my plans…”