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First Mate Isobel and the Mermaid

"Man overboard!"

Pleiades jumped at the alarm and almost dropped his mop. They were in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. Who could have fallen overboard? Quickly he did a headcount of everyone who frantically dashed across the deck to halt the ship and drop a longboat in the water.

Sandi Banks, the navigator, was at the wheel—a wheel she had tied him to while tormenting him with fellatio and denial last week. Then Coral Chandler, the seamstress and sailmaker, ran to haul on a line to release the rescue dingy. She'd used similar lines to string him up against the main mast so she could bugger his arse with a scrimshaw dildo carved by Jane of Whales. The Welsh maid was an excellent cook, and took special delight in cramming things in his mouth, praising him all the while in her lilting accent.

Surgeon Annetti Scarlletti, Bessy Boomer, Gale Webber, and their fearless first-mate Iron-Clad Isobel Smith were all present and accounted for. Much of the counting returned memories of intimate moments paid for with their latest rash of plundering. Pleiades knew the captain was getting quite rich renting out her cabin boy to the all-female crew of the Tiger's Bonnet.

"Heave too! Bring her aboard!" Iron-Clad Isobel hollered. While Pleiades had been reminiscing, the able crew had returned the longboat and was now hauling aboard a new girl. The creature was as white as snow—white as salt, actually. Even her crusted hair was as pale as a fresh sheet of paper.

"Cabin Boy!" barked Isobel. "Get the captain!"

"Aye!" Pleiades ran to follow orders without giving a second's thought to the way he easily submitted to feminine authority. He dashed to the cabin's quarters and knocked on the door.

"Come," the tense voice rang out behind the door.

He cracked the door and called in, "Captain, we've picked up a woman who was adrift at sea."

"Good, good. Isobel can handle it," Tigris grumbled as she rummaged through the papers on her desk. "Now where did that ledger go?"

"Captain? Can I help?" Pleiades asked, eager to serve.

"I can't find the book I keep on who has paid for time with you," she sighed. "Don't do anyone any favors until I find it. Understood?"

"Aye, Captain," he replied. He was equally excited and disappointed.

"Good. Now go help Isobel with the new girl," she ordered.

Pleiades complied. He went back to where the crew gathered around the first mate and the new passenger. The girl was awake and drinking from the flask Jane always carried with her. Annetti quickly checked her over for injury.

"What ship were you on?" Isobel demanded.

"I...I don't know."

"Where were you going?"

"I don't know."

"What's your name?"

"I don't know!" She looked so miserable that Pleiades felt sorry for her. "I don't know who I am or why I'm here!"

"Easy, girly," Annetti soothed her. "Some water, some supper, some rest, and I dare say a bath, and you'll be right as rain."

"Not until after we speak with the captain," Isobel insisted. She helped the girl to her feet and briskly marched her to the captain's quarters. Pleiades followed behind and crouched at the door to listen.

"Captain, we have a new crew member," Isobel introduced the girl.

"We can always use another set of willing hands," Tigris agreed. "What are you good at, girl?"

"I don't know," she mumbled mournfully.

"Come here, girl," Tigris ordered. She timidly stepped closer to the captain. Tigris yanked her closer and traced stains on her dress that weren't obliterated by the salt. Then she inspected the girl's fingers and found discolored burns. With a snarl, she pushed her away. "The chit is useless. Throw her back in the sea."

The girl wailed and collapsed to the floor in a fit of tears.

"Captain?" Isobel asked.

"Her dress is stained with laudanum—I know that color from a particularly powerful medicine our own surgeon uses for amputees," Tigris snapped. "And the burns on her fingers are from opium pipes. She's an addict and likely a whore. If she's not already in withdrawals, she'll be taken by them shortly. She's useless to us, in any case, and I won't have her bad example influencing the crew."

"Permission to speak freely, captain?"

"Granted."

"I will take over her recovery and see to it that her behavior is exemplary. She will become useful within a month," Isobel promised.

Tigris gave her a crafty look. "You want this little doxy for your own, don't you?"

"You have your cabin boy, captain," Isobel replied simply.

"Very well. Take the wretch. You have one month to turn her into something useful," Tigris warned.

"Thank you, captain. I have one more request."

"Yes?"

"I need the cabin boy to help me teach her how to behave properly," she said.

"I don't give away his services," Tigris returned.

"Of course not," Isobel agreed. "But I have a bottle of 15-year old scotch that needs a home that will appreciate it."

"Deal!" Tigris nudged the girl with her toe disdainfully. "Go with the first mate, brat. And Isobel, collect the cabin boy from the doorway—he's heard all of this and will do as you ask."

"Aye, captain." Isobel lifted the girl up and marched out the door. She found Pleiades right where the captain had said he would be, grinning sheepishly for eavesdropping. "Come, cabin boy."

The trio went down to the first mate's cabin. It wasn't as luxurious as the Captain's but far better than the hammocks strung between the beams in the crew quarters. Once inside, Isobel instructed Pleiades to stand in the corner until he was called for. Then she stood the girl in the middle of the room and started ripping her dress off. The girl cried and feebly attempted to cover herself, but it was no use. Isobel was as cold as her iron namesake. When the girl was finally naked, Isobel took her pitcher of fresh water and a rag and roughly scrubbed the girl from ears to ankles. When she was done, she surveyed her work. The girl's skin was bright pink from embarrassment and the harsh cleaning.

"You are not one of the crew," Isobel told her. "You will never be one of the crew. You are my property. My mermaid. And if I can't turn you into a decent cabin girl, you will be thrown back in the sea. Am I clear?"

"Yes."

Isobel slapped her. "You say, 'yes mistress' when you are in my quarters, and 'aye miss' when above decks. Am I clear?"

"Yes, mistress."

"You will not leave my quarters. And you will remain naked at all times," Isobel continued.

"Yes, mistress."

"Good. Now tell me truthfully," she ordered, her voice softening. "How bad are the withdrawals?"

"I—I think I am over the worst," the girl admitted. "I vomited a lot at sea. I feel tired and thirsty—and I crave something—I just don't know what to do."

"Good. You will not touch any medicine or even any rum without my express permission. I will not have you intoxicated."

"Yes, mistress."

"Your duties will involve keeping my cabin clean and servicing my needs," she said. "The cabin boy will show you by example what to do, but you are not to touch him."

"Yes, mistress."

Isobel finally smiled. "Now that we understand each other, I think it's time for your first training session."

The first mate went to her bed and opened one of the drawers built into the frame. She extracted a long piece of thin rope and a scrimshaw dildo.

"You are my mermaid," she said as she took the rope and bound the girl's legs together. The girl wobbled and her arms pin-wheeled as her ankles, knees, and thighs were tied snuggly. "Mermaids should never split their fins. Now, bend over as far as you can."

The girl did as she was told. Isobel slapped her rump and the girl squeaked. Then she took the dildo and traced her nether-lips with it.

"As my mermaid, I am allowed to do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to do it. Clear?"

"Yes, mistress."

Isobel slid the dildo slowly into the girl's pussy. Then she used the last of the rope to tie the toy in place.

"Stand straight," she ordered. The girl complied with a moan as the toy shifted inside her. "Oh, the captain was right. You were a whore, weren't you?"

"I—I don't know, mistress," she replied. "Maybe? It feels...natural to have that...thing...inside me."

"Good. Now, we'll start with the basics. Lick my boots," Isobel commanded.

The girl looked panicked as she tried to kneel on the floor with her immobile legs and the hard toy moving as she moved.

"Hurry up, mermaid!"

The girl dropped to the floor with a thump and reached her tongue towards Isobel's boots. She lapped at the toe for a moment and it became obvious she didn't know what to do.

"Cabin boy! Show her how it's done," Isobel beckoned.

Pleiades rushed forward and fell at Isobel's feet to lick her boots erotically from toe to top. The girl watched him and then mimicked his movements.

"Good. Now higher," Isobel instructed.

Pleiades lapped at the top of her boot and then caressed her calf with his tongue. It was rough because Isobel was still wearing her canvas breaches. He kissed his way to her kneecap and then her thigh. The girl followed his example until they were both kissing Isobel's hips. Isobel's hands cupped the backs of their heads and she groaned with desire.

"Good, cabin boy. You learn quick, mermaid," she praised them. "Now, mermaid, the cabin boy will show you how to please me further."

Isobel slowly kicked off her boots, pants, and smallclothes, and then sat on the edge of her bed. She beckoned them forward with a crooked finger. Pleiades knew what was next, and he eagerly wanted to taste Isobel. The girl followed behind him, slowed by her rope tail. Isobel nodded her permission to Pleiades and he buried his face between her thighs. He lapped at her folds, swirled his tongue around the pearl of her womanhood, and probed deeply into her secret places. He could tell by Isobel's moans that his technique was quite effective. Just before she orgasmed, she roughly pushed his head away.

"Now, mermaid. You try," she ordered, her voice breathy with lust.

Pleiades hesitantly backed away. He hated leaving a job unfinished, but this was supposed to teach the mermaid girl. The girl moved forward and hesitated. Isobel's hand cupped the back of her head and firmly pushed her face into the place Pleiades had just left.

The girl's tongue snaked out as she tasted the salty-sweet folds for the first time. She couldn't explain it, but the more she explored, the more she wanted. Soon she was licking the folds hard as if they were a child's oversized lollypop. Her tongue slipped between them and she found the swollen pearl that Pleiades had polished so expertly. She suckled on it while the top of her tongue played with Isobel's entrance. Isobel thrust her hips into the girl's face, her fingers digging into the girl's hair.

"Good mermaid!" she moaned, and then she exploded, her back arching and her thighs clamping around the girl's head in a death grip. A hot rush of sweet liquid covered the girl's face and she drank it up thirstily. Finally, Isobel pulled the girl's face away from her quivering nethers. "Not bad for your first time. You have potential."

The girl smiled, pleased with herself.

"Now, I have that whore-hole of yours to claim."

The girl's eyes widened. "Mistress?"

"I am going to fill and plunder every dirty hole of yours, until I am satisfied," Isobel said with a wicked grin. "Pleiades, bring the bench."

Pleiades held back his jealousy as he dragged over "the bench." It was like the benches in the galley, only taller and the seat's corners were rounded. Isobel lifted the girl by her rope harness and threw her over the bench so that her perky ass was high in the air.

"You have had many men here, haven't you?" Isobel asked, parting the girl's butt cheeks so she could inspect the girl's goods. Her pussy had drenched the scrimshaw dildo and her ass hole was a tight rosy pucker.

"I don't know," she whimpered.

"Well, this," she traced one finger around the dildo, making the girl shiver, "and this," her finger, lubed with the girl's own juices, sank into her ass to the second knuckle, "are mine now, and no man will ever touch them again. Not even the cabin boy." The girl moaned and whined. "But no worries. I will fill you so full that no man could ever satisfy you ever again, and you'll be my pet mermaid...forever." Isobel flicked the base of the dildo to punctuate the words.

The girl gasped, but couldn't reply.

Isobel smiled and pulled her hands away. "You must be thirsty, mermaid. Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, mistress," she whispered.

"Cabin boy, get me a mug of water," the first mate ordered.

Pleiades quickly found a mug and the pitcher of water on the wash stand. He offered her the mug of water. Isobel took it and walked around to face her mermaid. She gripped the girl's hair and lifted her head up. Then Isobel took a swig of water and kissed the girl, pushing the water into the girl's mouth. The girl was too parched to resist. She eagerly gulped the water down and even licked Isobel's lips for the last drops.

"Such an eager mermaid."

"Please...please mistress," she begged. "May I have some more?"

Isobel gave her another kiss-drink in response which the girl lapped up and slurped down. She seemed to regain life as kiss after kiss poured water down her throat. Finally Isobel decided the girl was watered enough. She dumped the rest of the mug over the girl's head and returned to her rear. She smacked the upturned ass.

"I think it's time to claim what is mine," she said. She rummaged in a drawer and found a larger, double ended scrimshaw dildo lashed into a pair of leather panties. Pleiades was silently grateful that he wasn't going to be receiving that monster. Isobel shimmied into the panties, slipping the smaller end of the dildo into herself. Then she loosed the rope holding the smaller dildo and withdrew it. She threw it at Pleiades. "Suck on that while you wait, cabin boy."

He obediently put the slippery toy in his mouth. The girl's juices were salty from her time in the sea. He knew better than to cross Isobel when she was in a domineering mood. Fortunately, Isobel was focused on her next task.

"Brace yourself, mermaid," she crooned as she lined up the toy. "I'm going to make you sing."

She had some small mercy on the girl and didn't thrust quickly, but she was firm and forceful as she sank the carved bone into her girl. The girl moaned and sobbed as Isobel settled into a strong, steady rhythm.

"You whore," Isobel declared. "You little penny-pussy! You're so loose; you must have had a fleet of Limeys in here. Did you? Did you spread your filthy land legs for every dick on the dock?"

The mermaid girl wailed and nodded vigorously, afraid to disagree. Even Pleiades was impressed with how easily her cunt swallowed the huge toy. She must have been popular in her past life.

"Never again, my mermaid," Isobel snarled, grinding her hips into the girl's perky ass. Isobel reached forward to pinch the mermaid's small breasts. She twisted the nipples fiercely until the girl cried out. "Never, ever, again. You don't even want a man now, do you?"

The mermaid shook her head.

Isobel's breathing was labored as she sped up her rhythm. "Mine," she groaned with each thrust. "Mine, mine, mine, MINE, MINEMINEMINEMINE!!" Her orgasm seized her and she convulsed against the mermaid's ass, driving the toy deep into the poor girl. The girl wailed in pain but offered no further protest.

Pleiades gripped his own hard member through his pants, wishing he could pursue his own relief. But he hadn't been ordered to do so—he'd been all but forgotten—and he knew that if he started stroking himself without permission, he could be in for a beating. He didn't know how much longer he could watch the mermaid getting used so roughly without exploding in his own pants. That would make the captain quite unhappy with him. (Laundry was hard to manage on a pirate ship with little fresh water to spare.)

With a grunt, Isobel pushed herself off the mermaid, pulling the toy away.

"Did you cum, mermaid?" she asked softly.

"No, mistress," she sighed.

"That's a shame," Isobel said as she flopped onto her bed. "You'll have to work on that. I gave you more than enough stimulation. Next time I want you screaming my name. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Go get us some food, cabin boy," the first mate waved Pleiades away. "And have cook unpack some of those maple candies we lifted from the last Boston merchant."

"Aye, ma'am!" he replied, and quickly left Isobel's quarters, glad for the distraction."Man overboard!"

Pleiades jumped at the alarm and almost dropped his mop. They were in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. Who could have fallen overboard? Quickly he did a headcount of everyone who frantically dashed across the deck to halt the ship and drop a longboat in the water.

Sandi Banks, the navigator, was at the wheel—a wheel she had tied him to while tormenting him with fellatio and denial last week. Then Coral Chandler, the seamstress and sailmaker, ran to haul on a line to release the rescue dingy. She'd used similar lines to string him up against the main mast so she could bugger his arse with a scrimshaw dildo carved by Jane of Whales. The Welsh maid was an excellent cook, and took special delight in cramming things in his mouth, praising him all the while in her lilting accent.

Surgeon Annetti Scarlletti, Bessy Boomer, Gale Webber, and their fearless first-mate Iron-Clad Isobel Smith were all present and accounted for. Much of the counting returned memories of intimate moments paid for with their latest rash of plundering. Pleiades knew the captain was getting quite rich renting out her cabin boy to the all-female crew of the Tiger's Bonnet.

"Heave too! Bring her aboard!" Iron-Clad Isobel hollered. While Pleiades had been reminiscing, the able crew had returned the longboat and was now hauling aboard a new girl. The creature was as white as snow—white as salt, actually. Even her crusted hair was as pale as a fresh sheet of paper.

"Cabin Boy!" barked Isobel. "Get the captain!"

"Aye!" Pleiades ran to follow orders without giving a second's thought to the way he easily submitted to feminine authority. He dashed to the cabin's quarters and knocked on the door.

"Come," the tense voice rang out behind the door.

He cracked the door and called in, "Captain, we've picked up a woman who was adrift at sea."

"Good, good. Isobel can handle it," Tigris grumbled as she rummaged through the papers on her desk. "Now where did that ledger go?"

"Captain? Can I help?" Pleiades asked, eager to serve.

"I can't find the book I keep on who has paid for time with you," she sighed. "Don't do anyone any favors until I find it. Understood?"

"Aye, Captain," he replied. He was equally excited and disappointed.

"Good. Now go help Isobel with the new girl," she ordered.

Pleiades complied. He went back to where the crew gathered around the first mate and the new passenger. The girl was awake and drinking from the flask Jane always carried with her. Annetti quickly checked her over for injury.

"What ship were you on?" Isobel demanded.

"I...I don't know."

"Where were you going?"

"I don't know."

"What's your name?"

"I don't know!" She looked so miserable that Pleiades felt sorry for her. "I don't know who I am or why I'm here!"

"Easy, girly," Annetti soothed her. "Some water, some supper, some rest, and I dare say a bath, and you'll be right as rain."

"Not until after we speak with the captain," Isobel insisted. She helped the girl to her feet and briskly marched her to the captain's quarters. Pleiades followed behind and crouched at the door to listen.

"Captain, we have a new crew member," Isobel introduced the girl.

"We can always use another set of willing hands," Tigris agreed. "What are you good at, girl?"

"I don't know," she mumbled mournfully.

"Come here, girl," Tigris ordered. She timidly stepped closer to the captain. Tigris yanked her closer and traced stains on her dress that weren't obliterated by the salt. Then she inspected the girl's fingers and found discolored burns. With a snarl, she pushed her away. "The chit is useless. Throw her back in the sea."

The girl wailed and collapsed to the floor in a fit of tears.

"Captain?" Isobel asked.

"Her dress is stained with laudanum—I know that color from a particularly powerful medicine our own surgeon uses for amputees," Tigris snapped. "And the burns on her fingers are from opium pipes. She's an addict and likely a whore. If she's not already in withdrawals, she'll be taken by them shortly. She's useless to us, in any case, and I won't have her bad example influencing the crew."

"Permission to speak freely, captain?"

"Granted."

"I will take over her recovery and see to it that her behavior is exemplary. She will become useful within a month," Isobel promised.

Tigris gave her a crafty look. "You want this little doxy for your own, don't you?"

"You have your cabin boy, captain," Isobel replied simply.

"Very well. Take the wretch. You have one month to turn her into something useful," Tigris warned.

"Thank you, captain. I have one more request."

"Yes?"

"I need the cabin boy to help me teach her how to behave properly," she said.

"I don't give away his services," Tigris returned.

"Of course not," Isobel agreed. "But I have a bottle of 15-year old scotch that needs a home that will appreciate it."

"Deal!" Tigris nudged the girl with her toe disdainfully. "Go with the first mate, brat. And Isobel, collect the cabin boy from the doorway—he's heard all of this and will do as you ask."

"Aye, captain." Isobel lifted the girl up and marched out the door. She found Pleiades right where the captain had said he would be, grinning sheepishly for eavesdropping. "Come, cabin boy."

The trio went down to the first mate's cabin. It wasn't as luxurious as the Captain's but far better than the hammocks strung between the beams in the crew quarters. Once inside, Isobel instructed Pleiades to stand in the corner until he was called for. Then she stood the girl in the middle of the room and started ripping her dress off. The girl cried and feebly attempted to cover herself, but it was no use. Isobel was as cold as her iron namesake. When the girl was finally naked, Isobel took her pitcher of fresh water and a rag and roughly scrubbed the girl from ears to ankles. When she was done, she surveyed her work. The girl's skin was bright pink from embarrassment and the harsh cleaning.

"You are not one of the crew," Isobel told her. "You will never be one of the crew. You are my property. My mermaid. And if I can't turn you into a decent cabin girl, you will be thrown back in the sea. Am I clear?"

"Yes."

Isobel slapped her. "You say, 'yes mistress' when you are in my quarters, and 'aye miss' when above decks. Am I clear?"

"Yes, mistress."

"You will not leave my quarters. And you will remain naked at all times," Isobel continued.

"Yes, mistress."

"Good. Now tell me truthfully," she ordered, her voice softening. "How bad are the withdrawals?"

"I—I think I am over the worst," the girl admitted. "I vomited a lot at sea. I feel tired and thirsty—and I crave something—I just don't know what to do."

"Good. You will not touch any medicine or even any rum without my express permission. I will not have you intoxicated."

"Yes, mistress."

"Your duties will involve keeping my cabin clean and servicing my needs," she said. "The cabin boy will show you by example what to do, but you are not to touch him."

"Yes, mistress."

Isobel finally smiled. "Now that we understand each other, I think it's time for your first training session."

The first mate went to her bed and opened one of the drawers built into the frame. She extracted a long piece of thin rope and a scrimshaw dildo.

"You are my mermaid," she said as she took the rope and bound the girl's legs together. The girl wobbled and her arms pin-wheeled as her ankles, knees, and thighs were tied snuggly. "Mermaids should never split their fins. Now, bend over as far as you can."

The girl did as she was told. Isobel slapped her rump and the girl squeaked. Then she took the dildo and traced her nether-lips with it.

"As my mermaid, I am allowed to do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to do it. Clear?"

"Yes, mistress."

Isobel slid the dildo slowly into the girl's pussy. Then she used the last of the rope to tie the toy in place.

"Stand straight," she ordered. The girl complied with a moan as the toy shifted inside her. "Oh, the captain was right. You were a whore, weren't you?"

"I—I don't know, mistress," she replied. "Maybe? It feels...natural to have that...thing...inside me."

"Good. Now, we'll start with the basics. Lick my boots," Isobel commanded.

The girl looked panicked as she tried to kneel on the floor with her immobile legs and the hard toy moving as she moved.

"Hurry up, mermaid!"

The girl dropped to the floor with a thump and reached her tongue towards Isobel's boots. She lapped at the toe for a moment and it became obvious she didn't know what to do.

"Cabin boy! Show her how it's done," Isobel beckoned.

Pleiades rushed forward and fell at Isobel's feet to lick her boots erotically from toe to top. The girl watched him and then mimicked his movements.

"Good. Now higher," Isobel instructed.

Pleiades lapped at the top of her boot and then caressed her calf with his tongue. It was rough because Isobel was still wearing her canvas breaches. He kissed his way to her kneecap and then her thigh. The girl followed his example until they were both kissing Isobel's hips. Isobel's hands cupped the backs of their heads and she groaned with desire.

"Good, cabin boy. You learn quick, mermaid," she praised them. "Now, mermaid, the cabin boy will show you how to please me further."

Isobel slowly kicked off her boots, pants, and smallclothes, and then sat on the edge of her bed. She beckoned them forward with a crooked finger. Pleiades knew what was next, and he eagerly wanted to taste Isobel. The girl followed behind him, slowed by her rope tail. Isobel nodded her permission to Pleiades and he buried his face between her thighs. He lapped at her folds, swirled his tongue around the pearl of her womanhood, and probed deeply into her secret places. He could tell by Isobel's moans that his technique was quite effective. Just before she orgasmed, she roughly pushed his head away.

"Now, mermaid. You try," she ordered, her voice breathy with lust.

Pleiades hesitantly backed away. He hated leaving a job unfinished, but this was supposed to teach the mermaid girl. The girl moved forward and hesitated. Isobel's hand cupped the back of her head and firmly pushed her face into the place Pleiades had just left.

The girl's tongue snaked out as she tasted the salty-sweet folds for the first time. She couldn't explain it, but the more she explored, the more she wanted. Soon she was licking the folds hard as if they were a child's oversized lollypop. Her tongue slipped between them and she found the swollen pearl that Pleiades had polished so expertly. She suckled on it while the top of her tongue played with Isobel's entrance. Isobel thrust her hips into the girl's face, her fingers digging into the girl's hair.

"Good mermaid!" she moaned, and then she exploded, her back arching and her thighs clamping around the girl's head in a death grip. A hot rush of sweet liquid covered the girl's face and she drank it up thirstily. Finally, Isobel pulled the girl's face away from her quivering nethers. "Not bad for your first time. You have potential."

The girl smiled, pleased with herself.

"Now, I have that whore-hole of yours to claim."

The girl's eyes widened. "Mistress?"

"I am going to fill and plunder every dirty hole of yours, until I am satisfied," Isobel said with a wicked grin. "Pleiades, bring the bench."

Pleiades held back his jealousy as he dragged over "the bench." It was like the benches in the galley, only taller and the seat's corners were rounded. Isobel lifted the girl by her rope harness and threw her over the bench so that her perky ass was high in the air.

"You have had many men here, haven't you?" Isobel asked, parting the girl's butt cheeks so she could inspect the girl's goods. Her pussy had drenched the scrimshaw dildo and her ass hole was a tight rosy pucker.

"I don't know," she whimpered.

"Well, this," she traced one finger around the dildo, making the girl shiver, "and this," her finger, lubed with the girl's own juices, sank into her ass to the second knuckle, "are mine now, and no man will ever touch them again. Not even the cabin boy." The girl moaned and whined. "But no worries. I will fill you so full that no man could ever satisfy you ever again, and you'll be my pet mermaid...forever." Isobel flicked the base of the dildo to punctuate the words.

The girl gasped, but couldn't reply.

Isobel smiled and pulled her hands away. "You must be thirsty, mermaid. Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, mistress," she whispered.

"Cabin boy, get me a mug of water," the first mate ordered.

Pleiades quickly found a mug and the pitcher of water on the wash stand. He offered her the mug of water. Isobel took it and walked around to face her mermaid. She gripped the girl's hair and lifted her head up. Then Isobel took a swig of water and kissed the girl, pushing the water into the girl's mouth. The girl was too parched to resist. She eagerly gulped the water down and even licked Isobel's lips for the last drops.

"Such an eager mermaid."

"Please...please mistress," she begged. "May I have some more?"

Isobel gave her another kiss-drink in response which the girl lapped up and slurped down. She seemed to regain life as kiss after kiss poured water down her throat. Finally Isobel decided the girl was watered enough. She dumped the rest of the mug over the girl's head and returned to her rear. She smacked the upturned ass.

"I think it's time to claim what is mine," she said. She rummaged in a drawer and found a larger, double ended scrimshaw dildo lashed into a pair of leather panties. Pleiades was silently grateful that he wasn't going to be receiving that monster. Isobel shimmied into the panties, slipping the smaller end of the dildo into herself. Then she loosed the rope holding the smaller dildo and withdrew it. She threw it at Pleiades. "Suck on that while you wait, cabin boy."

He obediently put the slippery toy in his mouth. The girl's juices were salty from her time in the sea. He knew better than to cross Isobel when she was in a domineering mood. Fortunately, Isobel was focused on her next task.

"Brace yourself, mermaid," she crooned as she lined up the toy. "I'm going to make you sing."

She had some small mercy on the girl and didn't thrust quickly, but she was firm and forceful as she sank the carved bone into her girl. The girl moaned and sobbed as Isobel settled into a strong, steady rhythm.

"You whore," Isobel declared. "You little penny-pussy! You're so loose; you must have had a fleet of Limeys in here. Did you? Did you spread your filthy land legs for every dick on the dock?"

The mermaid girl wailed and nodded vigorously, afraid to disagree. Even Pleiades was impressed with how easily her cunt swallowed the huge toy. She must have been popular in her past life.

"Never again, my mermaid," Isobel snarled, grinding her hips into the girl's perky ass. Isobel reached forward to pinch the mermaid's small breasts. She twisted the nipples fiercely until the girl cried out. "Never, ever, again. You don't even want a man now, do you?"

The mermaid shook her head.

Isobel's breathing was labored as she sped up her rhythm. "Mine," she groaned with each thrust. "Mine, mine, mine, MINE, MINEMINEMINEMINE!!" Her orgasm seized her and she convulsed against the mermaid's ass, driving the toy deep into the poor girl. The girl wailed in pain but offered no further protest.

Pleiades gripped his own hard member through his pants, wishing he could pursue his own relief. But he hadn't been ordered to do so—he'd been all but forgotten—and he knew that if he started stroking himself without permission, he could be in for a beating. He didn't know how much longer he could watch the mermaid getting used so roughly without exploding in his own pants. That would make the captain quite unhappy with him. (Laundry was hard to manage on a pirate ship with little fresh water to spare.)

With a grunt, Isobel pushed herself off the mermaid, pulling the toy away.

"Did you cum, mermaid?" she asked softly.

"No, mistress," she sighed.

"That's a shame," Isobel said as she flopped onto her bed. "You'll have to work on that. I gave you more than enough stimulation. Next time I want you screaming my name. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Go get us some food, cabin boy," the first mate waved Pleiades away. "And have cook unpack some of those maple candies we lifted from the last Boston merchant."

"Aye, ma'am!" he replied, and quickly left Isobel's quarters, glad for the distraction.

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Jun 22, 2018 in femdom

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