Important Choices

“You’ve exceeded my wildest expectations male,” Captain Blackbeaver continues, “You were bit gentle for my taste, but under the circumstances, I think that might have been for the best.”

She glances over to Princess Anna, who is now crying quietly on the table, holding her belly with both hands.

“This simply won’t do,” she says with an annoyed sigh. She reaches beside her bed and rings a large bell. It lets out a loud clang and a few seconds later the bosun enters the room.

“Bring her back to her quarters. Now that she’s been fertilized, I want someone watching her at all times,” she pauses for a moment, “and make sure the lass eats, if she gets any smaller her child won’t be healthy.”

With a nod the large bosun picks up the unresisting princess and quickly carries her from the room, shutting the door behind her.

“As I said male, you performed admirably this evening,” the captain continues, propping herself up on an elbow. “As a reward, I’ll allow you to ask me anything you’d like… so long as it doesn’t relate to why I need the princess’ child. Savvy?”

“What are you going to do with me?” You ask carefully.

“I intend to **** you to copulate with the princess until she is with child.” She says bluntly, “After that, well, that really depends on you.”

“Depends on what?” You ask carefully.

“If you continue to please me, I will keep you as my cabin boy for one year and one day, at which point you will be given your freedom.” She shoots you a humourless smile, “If you displease me, I will give you to my crew, who will in all likelihood **** you to ****.”

You had expected no less from someone as cruel and ruthless as Blackbeaver but you still pale at the thought of being torn apart by fifteen to twenty sex starved pirates.

“I’ll do as you say,” you quickly promise under your breath, bringing a large smile to the pirate captain’s face.

“I have no doubt,” she responds, “You’ve done as I’ve order so far so I don’t see why you can’t be free to move around the ship. Just make sure that you’re ready to perform tomorrow night.”

“You may leave,” she adds, but you sense there is a bit of **** in her voice.