By the time Sth had finished applying the makeup, I did indeed look different. I had never seen a cheap whore, closeted at The School as I had been, but that is what I now looked like. Apparently the captain liked the look.
"Oh, you'll do. Captain Murder will be pleased."
"Wait," I said. "His name is Murder?" It was the first time I'd heard him referred to as anything but captain.
"Well, I doubt it's the one he was given as a baby, wherever and whatever that was," Sth replied, putting his kit back in the bag. "However, all pirate captains, from back before pre-history, have had some evil sounding name. No doubt he chose it, or someone gave it to him, and it stuck."
"What's his first name then?" I asked, distracted from my situation for a moment. "Brutal?"
"Hah, good one!" Sth said. "No, it's just Murder. Nothing else. Well, apart from the captain bit of course. Now, are you ready for this?"
"How could I be?" I asked.
"Point taken." Sth paused for a moment, and then fished something out of his pocket. "Do you want to take something? It will dull the senses, might make it easier for you."
"Are you offering me drugs now?" I asked, eyes wide.
He shrugged. "It's nothing hard, just a bit of Crush."
"Thank you, I guess, for the offer." I stood up. "However, I'm going to go in to this with my senses fully functioning."
"As you will." Sth put the small packet back in his pocket. "Oh, before we go." He dug around in his bag and pulled out a long, thin cloak. "Wrap this around you. If you walk out in the corridors like that any pirate that sees you will not be able to hold themselves back. You'd never make it to the captain's quarters."
I wrapped the thing around me gratefully, and then followed him out of the door, tottering in the high heels, which I wasn't used to.
We went up several decks, back to the short corridor from before, where I'd had head my disastrous news. This time though, Sth led me to the door at one end. He knocked twice and then, without waiting for a reply pushed it opened and peered in.
"He's not here yet," he said to me. "Come on."
I followed him in, to find myself in the most sumptuous room I'd been in since I left my parents mansion. A deep purple carpet lined the floor, with expensive rugs placed at strategic intervals. Several cupboards were locate along one wall, along with a table and chairs. And in the middle of the far wall, dominating the space, was a magnificent four poster bed.
All of the furniture was real wood, with elegant carvings. The whole place must have cost a fortune.
"Where are they?" Sth was muttering to himself. Whilst I was gazing at the décor, he'd gone over to a chest of drawers and was busily searching through them. "Ah, here." He picked a couple of items out and turned back to me. "The final pieces," he said.
The first was a collar. I was to wear a collar like a common dog! It was plain black, leather, with a single metal hoop that Sth positioned over my throat. Then he wrapped cuffs, of similar design, and also with a metal hoop attached, around my wrists and ankles.
I felt sick.
"Perfect," he said, pulling my cloak off and stepping back, admiring his work. "Oh yes my dear, you really have no idea..." He shook himself and took a deep breath. "I won't be overly surprised if he doesn't want to keep you for himself. Right, over here, he'll be along soon, and you need to be in position."
I followed him, wondering if maybe I should take him up on the offer of those drugs after all.
"On the bed," he said. "Lie down on your back."
With a sense of deep trepidation, I did as I was told. Sth took one of my arms and lifted it up over my head. I looked around, to see that each of the bed's posts had a silver chain attached. Sth took one and threaded it through my wrist restraint, locking it somehow. Then he did the same with my other wrist, and my ankles, so I was left spread out like a star on the bed.
"Oh, I have to leave, you're doing things to me that aren't possible," Sth said, as he finished. "Good luck sweetie, try and enjoy it I guess, is my only advice."
With that, he turned and fled out of the door, leaving me there, exposed and helpless, a slave waiting for her master.
~*~
I wasn't there alone too long. After only about five, quite uncomfortable minutes, I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and in stepped Captain Murder.
I'll admit, he was handsome, physically. I mean, I guess. I'd not associated with any males properly for eight years, stuck in The School as I had been. The only men I'd seen whilst there were in films.
Anyway, I decided yes, he was handsome. Was he my type though? Did I have a type? I didn't know. I guess I would, maybe, find out. Although being able to choose a man for a partner, if I even wanted a man, seemed to be out of my reach for the moment. Just now, others were making my choices for me.
Murder stopped abruptly as he saw me on his bed, all laid out, like some present. I saw his eyes widen as he took in my prostrate form, moving over my whored up body from high heels to overdone makeup on my face.
He was wearing his usual green jacket, along with dark trousers, but even from where I was, I could see a bulge form in his crotch.
"Oh my word," he said, stepping close, his gaze taking in my heaving bosom. I know, cliché right? But I have to say, as usual my body was betraying me. I was getting excited.
I must have moaned slightly, because he smiled. "That eager eh?" Sitting down on the bed next to me, he slid his hand over my breasts, caressing them, fondling my new piercings, which sent sharp spikes of pain through my nipples which, naturally, made my pussy itch even more.
I struggled in my restraints slightly, panting hard now, as his hand moved down to my private place. He slipped a finger up my practically not-there skirt thing, and then inside my tiny panties, and tugged the ring so recently and cruelly pushed through my most sensitive body part.
I wailed now. "Come on!" I cried, desperately wriggling about as my lust rose. My pussy was sopping wet, and he ran a finger over my crack, making me squeal. The little bell tinkled, and I almost expected him to comment on it, as Sth said he would.
"Oh, so tempting," he said instead. "But I promised my men a payout."
So saying he stood up and pulled off his jacket and shirt, revealing a slim, muscular body. I have to say, I took a deep intake of breath. He was fit!
The pants slid off next, to reveal something I'd never seen before. A man's private area.
"Oh no," I said, as I saw it jutting out. I had no basis to go on, concerning size, but it looked plenty big enough to poor little me! Below his rod, a sack hung down, as I'd seen on animals, only less furry obviously.
He reached down and, swiftly, I could hear him breathing hard himself now, undid my restraints. Before I could make a move of my own, he'd flipped me onto my front and torn off the thong.
"I'm sorry, this may hurt a bit, but I simply can't wait," he whispered, as he climbed onto my back. Pulling my legs apart, he stroked my sopping wet pussy again, before pushing his finger into my ass!
I screamed. It wasn't the pain so much, and it did hurt, but the shock. It didn't last long though, he pulled out, and I gasped in relief. That didn't last long either, because he moved up onto me, squashing me down into the bed and making me whimper.
I felt something else prod at my back hole, and realised what he was going to do a second before it happened.
I screamed again, louder this time, as my poor little asshole was stretched wide, to accommodate his man thing. Squirming did no good, he was too heavy, and I resisted the urge to Boost. That would have been a mistake.
He pushed himself into my body, I felt him going deeper and deeper into my poor being, until finally his balls rested upon the top of my legs. I could hear him moaning hard, even over my cries.
Then he started pulling back, which made me wail again. However, now I wasn't just in pain. My treacherous libido had kicked in once more. I'd found out at school with Nuba that pain could also be pleasure, and it was no different here.
As he plunged back in, he stroked my body, sending me into confused convulsions. Was I hurting or was I in ecstasy? I couldn't tell! My body was sending me conflicting signals, and , for some reason, the act of being violated like this was... was...
I screamed as I orgasmed. The pain of my asshole being stretched, this man's meat deep inside my innards, my pierced and abused body, my dripping pussy, all came together in a mixture of feelings that caused me such intense feelings I saw stars.
I came again, and again, as Murder's thrusts into me sped up, became furious and then, with one gigantic thrust, he climaxed. I could feel liquid being injected deep into my poor, orgasm racked body.
I came one more time, shuddering and jerking violently, and then passed out.