Struggle!

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 her mouth.

“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 beat against him, trying to dislodge him from her throat. She gasped at what bits of air she could, as she struggled with all her might to get away from him. Nothing she did was working though, the man was just to strong for her. 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. “Mm 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. “Fuck you.” She croaked.

“What did you say you little slut?” The man growled backhanding her, sending her across his counter.

Before she could react, the man had her dress over her pert ass, and her panties yanked down. “Stop!” She cried out, as he slammed his renewed cock into her virgin pussy.

“I fucking love virgins.” The man gasped in surprise, pain and pleasure.

Ashley sobbed as he worked his thick meat into her tight pussy, stretching her in ways she didn't know she could. Over and over again, he slammed into her as hard as he could, fucking her like a rag doll. Finally the man screamed out in pleasure, as he dumped his load in her sweet, well fucked cunt.

“I hate you.” Ashley cried softly.

“Get use to it hon. Slavers going to love you.” He said before punching her in the back of the head, and knocking her cold.

Suddenly Ashley awoke inside a dark cramped container, likely a crate. She nearly panicked terrified. “Please let me out! Please let me out!” Ash pleaded.

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 blouse. His smile turned into a frown when she lifted out of the box.

“What happened?” He asked gently caressing her face.

“Nothing.” She replied not wanting to talk about it.

Winter pulled her into a hug, which she gave into, nuzzling into her big brother. She felt warm and safe in his arms. It was feeling she needed after her ordeal. “When do we get to the Circle?” She asked looking up at him.

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

Winter sighed turning slightly. “Two stowaways in one day. I should hire better people.” The large warrior looked down at his sister with a soft smile. “You want a life boat, or you want to stay. Either way is fine Okay?” He smiled. Ashley nodded with a smile of her own. “This ship enters the Circle in a week.” The warrior told Kyle before heading off.

Kyle put his arm around his niece. “Are you Okay?” He asked touching her bruised cheek.

“I am. And I have made my decision. I'm staying.” She said firmly. Perhaps more so then she intended.

Kyle stared into her resolute eyes. The eyes of her father. “Okay.” He smiled finally.

Letting out a breath, she didn't know she was holding, the busty girl 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. She was never going to let what happened to her, happen again.

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.