Left

Making her decision, the mostly-naked pirate turned left. She walked briskly down the brick corridor. Her bonnie arse jiggled with every step; as too did her bust in spite of her arms bound crossed beneath it. After following the bend in the hallway few a dozen paces, she found a heavy door blocked her path. It looked to be locked, but still she leaned on it just to be sure.

When the door failed to open, Liz stood to consider her alternative path. Thus she was able to hear a womanly whisper of, "yes that's it, just like that," that came from a smaller door a few yards back. Curious, the pirate entered the door. The room beyond had a few weapon and armor racks that looked to hawk stuffs from the age before black powder. These dark-aged implements were of little interest to the pirate.

She was rapt by the sight of two women. The first was delightfully naked except for fur boots. This voluptuous blonde was relaxing in a chair with her legs spread. "You really are a natural" she encouraged the woman between her legs whilst petting her hair. The other woman was more petite but still had some curves. Her pink hair was cut short, almost to the scalp on her left side but longer on the right. She wore only a small coat that did nothing to cover her shapely, firm arse. Her arched back and kneeling posture displayed said derrier in quite a comely way.

The blonde woman looked up, her eyelashes fluttering. She made eye contact with the intruder, gave a knowing wink, then looked back down at her lover. "Ooo, oooh, yes, keep doing that," she cooed. Her voice had a slight Scandinavian lilt. She quietly breathed out impassioned breaths, while Liz enjoyed the sight in silence lest she spoil it. Finally the blonde spoke, "it appears we have a visitor."

"What!" the pink haired beauty exclaimed as she jumped up. Her jacket covered her bouncing bust as ineffectively as it covered her behind. The embarrassed woman reached for the closest thing to try and cover her nakedness. It happened to be a spear. The haft of the weapon barely covered her exposed slit and one nipple. She stammered "I... oh firewalls... we weren't... look, she was just showing me..."

The naked Scandinavian was very amused. Her face shone with stifled laughter. "She is new to Valhalla and isn't quite used to it," the giggling woman explained, "and still thinks womanly love is shameful."

The petite woman's cheeks were almost as pink as her hair. She was desperately pressing the haft of her spear into her body. So much so, her lovely, lower, lush lips now embraced the wooden shaft. The poor woman's left nipple had worked its way around the spear. It now stuck out a little bent to the left as she pushed the spear upon her teat.

Despite her own predicament, good cheer filled Liz. She laughed raucously, feeling only scant pity for the embarrassed woman.

"Come now, my little Ostkaka," comforted the Scandinavian, "can't you see this women is az dressed az you." Her lover's cheeks were still cherry red, but she managed a meek smile. "Well, intruder why don't you show Sparks Sixty-Nine here how comfortable the women on Valhalla are with lesbians." As unfamiliar with this place as she was, the pirate still caught the woman's meaning. She walked towards the blonde swaying her body as sensually as she could with arms bound. Liz straddled the woman's leg, rubbing herself against it. "Don't be rüde, Sparks. Help our guest down." The blushing woman placed one hand on Liz's shoulder and the other awkwardly made it to the pirates bosom.

With this grip, the pink-haired woman helped the pirate descend graciously. The pirate's eyes focused on the soft sex no longer protected by the spear's haft. It had it's pink hair, shaved in the zig of a lightning bolt and pleaded Liz to strike. The rip-roaring rover's lusting tongue approached and had a recon around the gentle folds.

But before a decent lip-licking could get underway, an unseen man's voice echoed through the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special message for an Elizabeth Davies. Elizabeth The Mistress says 'I've planned a wonderful day for you, and I can't wait to catch up to you. So don't doddle.'" He spoke the message as if he were announcing a developing courtship, but Liz easily understood The Mistress's underlying malice.

The blonde saw the worry in Liz's eyes. "Was that for you?" she asked her lilt sounding much less merry. Liz nodded. "You don't want her to capture you too easily." She undid a buckle behind Liz's back releasing her arms. "The rest have locks on them, so that's the best I can do." She toppled a rack of helmets to uncover a hidden door beyond it. "The exit will be locked but the prankster's tunnels are open. Now go," the Scandinavian urged, her tone somewhat under cut by rhythmic changes in pitch, "you've wasted enough tame."

"If this is the woman you warned me about, won't she punish you for helping?" asked the pink haired pastry.

"Maybe, but not all punishments are bad," the blonde explained to her as she helped Liz down the steep stairs. A tricky prospect as the pirate's hands were still trapped in the un'hole'y leather sleeves, but her arms could swing freely allowing her to run.

And so Liz did. When the pirate's feet touched the tunnel's smooth rock floor, she surged into the dimly lit network The Mistress's threat hot in her mind.