Ashley is to stunned to fight back.

Ashley's eyes widened, as she gagged on the thick meat being unceremoniously shoved down her throat. Her huge tits wobbled and bounced as the man face fucked her with wild abandon. The man groaned in pleasure as she began to drool and slobber over his thick pole, making it easier to get deeper into throat.

“Yes!” He cried out, as he finally shoved himself to the root, grinding his nuts against her chin.

All the while the busty half-elf could do nothing more then grasp at the bits of air afforded her when he pulled far enough out. Her jaw began to ache, and her breath grew short as he continued to use her head like a puppet for his pleasure.

Driving home one last time he shouted in triumph as he spilled his thick load down her sore throat. “Mmm, that was great dear. Come by tonight to help with inventory, and we will get your pay squared away.

Ashley coughed repeatedly when he finally let her go, but managed to nod with a feint smile. “Yes sir.” She croaked, before turning to go.

Ashley wandered the docks trying to digest what had just happened. Kyle had warned her that men would want to get into her pants now. Winter had told her what they would do, if she couldn't defend herself. Despite the training he had been giving her, it never occurred to her they might use her in such a way. She had been caught by surprise, and left defenseless, trying not to suffocate as the man had his way with her mouth.

She licked her lips noting the taste of his cum. Salty, thick, but not to bad. Still it wasn't right for him to do that to her. Yet she agreed to go back? Was this the life that awaited her in Fairbanks. A fuck puppet for a fat merchant?

Ashley continued to wander for a time, considering her options, wondering if she might follow the mercenary's plan. Would she be caught though, would he think to check since he didn't get what he wanted from her? Could she go back and change his mind? Did she want to?

In a daze she found that it was dark already, and that she was standing in front of the pawn shop again. Maybe if he told her she would prefer he not do that to her anymore. Maybe he would stop.

With a sigh she pushed the door open and walked inside the dimly lit room. The merchant was sitting behind his table, and smiled when he saw her. Getting up he walked over and locked the door behind her, causing her to shiver with concern.

“So about this job.” Ashley began.

“On your knees girl.” The merchant grinned, reaching out and pulling her dress down, forcing her huge tits to bounce into the open.

“The thing is.” The redhead blushed softly, before he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. “Do we...” She was interrupted as he speared his thick cock between her affable lips.

Here she was again being faced fucked by this ruthless man, as he pounded her lips for his own sweet satisfaction. Over and over again his thick cock slammed into the back of her throat causing her to **** in intermittent convulsions. Ashley just let him have his way, more concerned with breathing then telling him to stop. Suddenly he drove his cock deep down her throat, and held her head tight. Ashley was holding her breath as hard as she could, but he wouldn't let go. Finally she started to struggle, her tits wobbling madly, as she beat at his thighs. As darkness began to take her, she felt his cock pulse and fire load after load down her innocent throat.

“Slavers will pay a bundle for this tasty strumpet.” The man chuckled as she passed out.

Suddenly Ashley awoke inside a dark cramped container, likely a crate. She nearly panicked terrified. “Let me out, I am not some kind of breeding cow!” Ash yelled angrily.

The lid of the crate suddenly lifted, and the light of the cargo hold lamps blinded her momentarily. Looking up she saw her older brother smiling down at her, dressed in black leather pants and a red tunic.

“How am I not surprised you stowed away?” Winter teased her.

Sitting up she smacked him across his taunt stomach. “Bastard! If you were going to let me come, why not just say so?”

“You stowed away on my ship, I didn't say you could come.” The warrior chuckled glancing at the crate. “Speaking of, what was suppose to be in this box, this isn't our logo.”

“A dumb cow,” Ashley muttered. “when do we get to the Circle?”

Suddenly Kyle emerged from the shadows of the cargo hold. “We're not going, Winter is going to turn this ship around.”

The large warrior sighed. “Two stowaways in one day. I should hire better people.”

Blushing, and folding her arms underneath her huge breasts, Ashley frowned, her day getting worse.

“Look she wanted to go.” Winter said looking at his uncle. “You wanted to keep her safe. You two made your choices. The ship isn't turning around. You want a life boat, that's fine, but this ship enters the Circle in a week.” The warrior shrugged walking away.

Kyle put his arm around the sulking woman, and led her up the stairs. “Come on, let's get a life boat.”

“Wait!” Ashley frowned looking into her uncle's eyes. “You really want me to stay in Fairbanks? Raise children, please a husband?” She asked distraught

“You can do whatever you want sweetie, but that place has taken two people I love, I won't let it take you too.” Kyle said, sadness painted across his face.

“What if we can bring them back?” She pleaded with him.

“They were very skilled dear. If they couldn't get out, then I am not sure anyone, even your brother can.” Kyle replied looking down at the wooden deck beneath his brown leather boots.

“Loosing Winter would be unbearable. Uncle, I have to go with him. I have to try to find my parents. I was going to go anyway, alone. This way, I have my big brother to look out for me.” Ashley said firmly, finally asserting herself.

Kyle didn't answer right away. His mind spun, as he tried to process everything that was happening. With a sigh the old war dog looked up at her and smiled softly. “And your uncle.”

Letting out a breathe, she didn't know she was holding, the busty beauty gave her uncle a hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” She smiled up at him.

Over the next week Winter continued her training, and Kyle began to help as well. Soon she was fencing with a real sword, against some of the crew, and holding her own. She was starting to feel more and more confident about herself.

The crew was an eclectic bunch. Sailors, mercenaries, scouts, healers, all here for the grand quest of a lifetime. Lured by money, wealth, fame and fortune, they all followed her brother like he was an unstoppable ****. That is how she had seen him since they were young. The boy had never had any fear, and the man was no different.

Her brother was standing at the bow watching the horizon on the seventh day, when the captain called out loudly. “Batten down the hatches.”

Beyond her brother she saw the huge storm that waited them, filled with black angry clouds, and choppy chaotic waters. Walking up to her brother nervous, excited, and elated she pressed into his muscular side.

“We're finally here.” She smiled up at him.

“I love you.” The large half-elf smiled putting his arm around her shoulder.

“I love you too.” She smiled back.

As deck hands scrambled across the deck, and rain began to pelt the sails, the large warrior leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips. A little confused the girl kissed back, though the kiss was only slightly more then chaste.

With a smile Winter led her away from the bow. “We should get below.” He said leading her down below deck.

When they reached their rooms he stopped between the two doors and pulled her close, leaning down to give her an even more passionate kiss.