I fell into the duties the captain gave me with joy. I had eighteen good men at my beck and call. They worshipped me.
I expected they would be focused on me, as the only female within two days journey, and available too. But the adoration I got from them went far beyond that.
I used all the skills I had to look attractive and available, without being too obvious, and when they were with me, I gave them my total attention, the best time I could, with no thought of holding back.
And, oh, how they repaid me! Almost all of them treated me with tenderness, respect and enthusiasm, like a lover, and at least twice a day I would get earth shattering orgasms.
I felt like I had my own harem, eighteen strong, fit men just hanging out to give me the time of life. They were good men. I got to know them all well.
The captain had told me that I needed to get them into bath, and wash them. For most of them, the hardest thing about that was making them wait for the sex they hungered for until after the bath.
But I knew how to control things. For me, sometimes, it was hard to make myself wait till after the bath, but I had decided early that I had to have that discipline, and they did smell terrible before their bath, so that helped me to remember.
I chose Scar as my very first. It was an easy choice, he had been nice to me from the start, and even though his face was quite disfigured from the scar, he had a nice body and I liked him.
I was filled with anticipation when I called him to me. I had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, I still had a very pleasant tingling between my legs from my wonderful session with the captain the day before, and I was looking forward to more of the same.
I could really get used to that. On the other hand, I was nervous and alert; I had to give my best.
I sat Scar down on the bed, and placed my hand on his arm. He placed his other hand over mine and smiled at me, that same wonderful smile he gave me on the first day we met. I was glad that I was able to choose him first.
I explained what would happen, about the bath and massage, that he could have more if he wanted, and that I would speak of nothing that happened between us to anyone else. I gave this same introduction to each of the men.
"Great" was all he said.
I undressed down to my wrap, and then undressed him. I was intrigued to find that the name Scar went deeper than I thought.
Like the captain, he had a wonderful hard body, though he did not radiate power in the same way. But what fascinated me was his scar: three deep parallel lines running across his chest and stomach, but fortunately stopping a little above his groin.
That there was no functional effect was evident from the hardness of his erection. I sat next to him on the bed, and traced the scars with my fingers, and drew in my breath.
"A bear?" I guessed from the size of the marks. He nodded. "You were very lucky then." He nodded again, and told me the story. He was with the captain, in a foreign land, hiding in the bush when they had accidentally got between a bear and it's cub.
It had attacked them, and Scar had jumped in front of the captain to protect him. The bear had mauled him, but he had killed the bear with a spear.
He considered himself very lucky since it had been two days before the captain had been able to get a healer to look at it. I was amazed he was still alive, this was one tough man. But they had completed the mission, he was at pains to tell me.
"Do you regret what you did?", I asked.
"I would be honoured to die for the captain", he said. "You can see for yourself what a great leader of men he is."
I nodded. I had watched him already, in the few days I had, working with each of the men, teaching them, leading them.
I shivered. "He is a great man." I felt some special bond with Scar. We were bound by our service to the captain. I leaned into him, holding his chin and kissed him.
I had given some thought to the kiss question. Maybe I could avoid kissing the men, even though they had open access to the rest of my body.
A kiss was so intimate, they would likely not expect or want to kiss me. But I realised that the kiss question was the same question as to what degree I was committed to my mission, to my master's desires.
And I had decided that I was completely committed. I would hold nothing back. Nothing at all. If the men wanted to kiss, I would kiss them with all the passion I could imagine. But I had decided that I wouldn't initiate a kiss.
So I was rather surprised then, to find myself in a dreamy, drawn out kiss with Scar. How he felt about that captain had drawn me in.
I broke the kiss, and we both breathed deeply. "Woo, and I hardly know you yet", I said, with a smile.
While I bathed him, I asked him about his past. He had grown up with the captain, served with him on the same fishing boat, and run away with him to join the army when they were just fifteen, and then served with him for twelve years.
"I do his dirty work for him." Scar said this with a smirk in his voice, as if it was a joke, but that somehow it meant something.
Dirty work... I thought about that. Maybe the dirtiest work recently had been looking after me while I was insane. I looked in his eyes.
"You looked after me?"
He nodded.
I felt weak at the knees. I actually fell in the bath. I suddenly felt empty, worthless. I was about to break into tears. I steeled myself.
I would not cry. I would turn myself off and let this man use me, if he still wanted.
He reached to me and lifted my face to his. "Don't be upset. None of it's your fault, I know what happened to you."
That didn't make me feel any better. But a bitter curiosity crept over me. What had I been like during that time that didn't exist? I asked him.
"You spent almost the whole time in the meditation pose. You hardly said anything. Just a few times you cried out, mainly when we moved you, and tied you over the horse. You looked empty, it broke my heart."
Somehow, I felt a little better. I remembered deciding that I would be silent and keep as much dignity as I could. It seemed that it had worked.
But my bodily functions had gone on, and while I had stunk when I recovered, I had evidently been cleaned. So Scar had done that? So much for dignity.
It was as if Scar could read my mind. "Yes, I cleaned you. I felt honoured to do it. But you shouldn't feel humiliated. We've all cared for mates who have been badly injured and done the same for them."
I blinked. Yes, and I wouldn't have hesitated to do the same for any of them if they were wounded, nor would I think anything of it. I grabbed Scars hand and kissed it. "Thank you."
Scar pulled on my hand and pulled me forward into him with a splash. He pulled me up and kissed me forcefully on the lips.
He broke off, and said, "You have won our respect by the way you carried yourself. Now, show me a good time."
I laughed, and as he stood, I dried him off. I couldn't help it, I knelt before him, took him in my mouth and made him come.
I watched his eyes, and he watched mine till his eyes rolled into his head. I was impressed though, he didn't fall down. I think the captain would've.
I gave him a long deep massage. He was cooing with pleasure when I finally finished and I sat over him to take him into me.
As soon as I did, he sat up, held me tight and kissed me. He took control of me, lifting me up and down with one hand while exploring my body with the other and my mouth with his tongue.
I'd never had such intimacy before, it really blew my mind. I could feel myself getting worked up towards an orgasm.
Scar was taking me along for the ride. I didn't need to help, in fact I couldn't do anything. I broke the kiss. As much as a loved it, I just couldn't hold myself together anymore.