Settling in to her new life, and loving it.

Inira pushed open the door to Captain Lashiya’s cabin with her hip, as her hands were busy holding a tray of food from the mess. She’d been on the Sea Witch for a week, and it had been the best week of her life. The crew treated her as a pet to be pampered – giving her rather more concern, in fact, than she’d have expected from any of the horny young noblemen who panted after her and her sister.

Her job as one of the ship’s fucktoys was to wander the vessel, waiting for one of the crew to take her. She rarely had to wait long, and often as soon as one had finished another would take his turn. But at other times the crew were busy with their duties –or, more often, with one of the other women. At those times, she’d begun to develop techniques of teasing and seduction to attract their attention.

The pirates had given her a simple dress to wear. Of course, she had nothing on under it, so any of them could lift up her skirts and fuck her. Often she’d lose track of it for hours at a time, walking round the ship stark naked and enjoying the lustful glances she attracted. She took naps wherever seemed comfortable, and enjoyed being woken from dreams of sex by lusty crewmen.

But no matter how much she was fucked, a part of her remained unfulfilled. She enjoyed the attentions of the pirates, but the one she truly lusted after was their captain. The mere sight of Lashiya was enough to make her wet, and the lightest caress of her skilled fingers made Inira shiver with pleasure. Inira had used every one of new seduction tricks to try and get the captain to take her, but Lashiya only rarely deigned to make use of her. In fact, Inira had realised that the captain knew what she was trying to do, and was enjoying teasing the horny noble teenager back, with far more expertise.

That was the real reason Inira had volunteered to deliver the captain’s lunch. A few days ago, she’d sucked off one of the crew, and when he was ready to finish he’d chosen to tear open her blouse and climax all over her chest. She had decided to leave her cum-glazed tits on display, as a proud declaration of her new-found sluttiness. When she’d walked past Lashiya, the captain had stopped her, leaned over and proceeded to lick her breasts clean. The sensation of the pirate’s skilled tongue caressing her soft flesh and teasing her sensitive nipples was more than Inira could bear, and she’d come where she stood with a loud cry that almost drowned out the ribald laughter of the crew. Lashiya had laughed too, before continuing her work.

So when another crewman came on her breasts, she hurried to the ship’s mess, to collect the captain’s midday meal. The cook had refused to let her take it on principle (he always refused requests), but her relented when she hitched her skirt up round her waist and sat on the chopping block. She could still feel his hot cum dripping from her cunt.

Of course, the reason she’d been so keen to deliver the tray was her hope that Lashiya would clean her tits again, and maybe eat the cook’s seed out of her snatch. Perhaps she’d even relent and order one of the crew to take Inira’s anal virginity, something the noble was deeply curious about.

But when she opened the door, she realised her hopes of attracting the captain’s attention would be dashed.