Lerrisa a white stoat

The pirate hailing you is as beautiful as she is deadly. The white stoat was the most senior assassin-thug in a gang that was Shadow's latest hires.

Shadow would hire pirates to replace fallen crew members. This meant money up front, plus a wage in the form of a share of the loot, but to get that far prospective pirates also to complete a mission and an entrance ritual.

You hadn't done anything of the sort; your time on board the ship began when you were kidnapped as a child and brought on board as a helper. A few pirates had risen from your position in previous years, often after years of grueling work, but Lerrisa and her gang of a half dozen sailors had jumped the queue by impressing Shadow and completing their onboarding.

"We need a piece of shit like you to clean our squalid corner of the ship up," Lerrisa looked sexy as she was learning against a door frame. Dressed in tight leather breeches, with a curved sword at her hip, a tiny stamp bikini top and a pirate hat.

Lerrisa's gaze travelled down your nearly naked body, "That's an awfully small pouch. Looks like you need to earn a few pennies and buy one big enough to hold your cock. Too bad you'll be working for free. NOW! MOVE!"

Technically Lerrisa and crew should have had larger quarters, based on their rank, but they had a few couples in their group and wouldn't fit into the B class cabin. As a result they were "slumming" it down in C class. At least they had somewhere to sleep, unlike you.

You wasted no time and hurried towards Lerrisa, all too aware that her comment about the posing pouch Korona was making you wear was true. It was too small and you could feel just how tight it was.

The stoat walked behind you, slapping your arse as you passed by her, and then stopping you by a cabin door. There's a mop and bucket waiting for you outside.