Chapter 5
As Quaterby plunged his cock into my tight ass, I felt that wonderful, terrible heat rising within me. I moaned and shook my head, trying to deny that he was arousing me, but that terrible lust that had overcome me ever since I was transformed was undeniable. In moments I was shaking and thrusting back into him, trying to drive his cock deeper into me.
"Hey! She loves it!" Quaterby shouted.
I blushed furiously at this revelation, but I could not hide its truth. My gag was whipped away and my mouth left open. Before I could speak a word, Mottan jumped on the bed and forced his erect cock into my open mouth.
"If I feel teeth, bitch, you"ll regret it," he said, displaying his claws threateningly.
Frightened and aroused, I closed my lips tightly around his cock as he took a double handful of my hair and began to pump in and out of my mouth, moaning as I ran my tongue over his engorged shaft.
Ferungr moved under me to get to my pussy. The others made way for him easily. Clearly they had done this before. I moaned against Mottan"s cock filling my mouth when Ferungr plunged his cock into my pussy and began to pound me along with Quaterby, who was fucking my ass.
I moaned helplessly as Quaterby climaxed and spurted in my ass. Then Mottan exploded in my mouth, pouring his hot seed over my tongue. Automatically, I swallowed it all. I could not help it, the taste of it was so. . . salty.
Quaterby pulled out and moved away before Garz took his place. Mottan climbed off the bed. While I was still licking up and swallowing his cum, Noussk pushed his cock past my lips. He grabbed me by the hair to hold me still as he fucked my mouth. He began grunting and groaning, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.
Ferungr grunted and drove his cock deep into me. The fire within grew, but then his cock pulsed, pouring his cum into me. Then he withdrew, leaving me hovering on a terrible brink, unable to finish. I moaned helplessly against Noussk's cock, praying that whoever else wanted my pussy started now.
But Siars took his time, sliding his cock slowly into me. He was grinning at my frustrated moans and helpless wiggles, as I was trying to pull his cock faster and deeper into me. But I was helpless and he would not be hurried. He slowly fucked me, steadily pumping in and out while Garz and Noussk fucked my other holes. Then Siars gave a burst of energy and climaxed too sudden and quick for me to gain my own orgasm.
They fucked me a dozen ways a dozen times, but always and ever they denied my pleasure. Tthose fucking my pussy would even stop to watch me struggle and squirm, begging for them to finish me off. But all of the catmen only laughed at my distress.
Finally they departed, leaving me bound and senseless. I lay in a pool of mixed juices, and my hair and skin were sticky with their cum. But I was helpless and frustrated, for never once had I been able to orgasm, despite the fire of passion that was almost driving me mad.
A long time later, I regained a modicum of my senses. Fat lot of good that did me.
I was still naked, bound, encrusted with the cum of the pirates who raped me, and utterly helpless. I pulled at the ropes binding me, but found nope, no change.
No, wait. . .
I twisted about and looked over my shoulder at the rope binding my right foot to the bed post. There was a deep cut in the cord: perhaps in the throes of orgasm, one of the catmen accidentally cut it with a claw. Certainly more than a few had left cuts in me, I thought with a grimace of pain.
But that did me no good, thinking and comtemplating. I had to escape now. I tugged at the rope as hard as I could; it creaked, but did not give. I repositioned myself, braced myself as well as I could, then pulled with all my might.
It creaked more, but made no move and for a moment I despaired. But I persevered, tugging aith all my might. The thin rope cut into the flesh of my ankle, and then without warning, it snapped. I almost fell over, so suddenly did it give way.
I took a moment to regain my breath, then without further ado, I pulled myself over to the other post where my left foot was bound. Turning so my back was to it, I felt my way to the knot with my bound hands and untied it. It was slow going at first, and I jumped at every sound. My heart pounded in my chest, thinking the catmen pirates would return to find me like this. But no one came, and in short order, I had picked the knot apart.
My hands were still bound, but, looking about the Captain's cabin, I saw a small dagger atop a table. I hurried over and took the knife in my bound hands. Very carefully, I cut at the rope binding my wrusts until it gave way and my hands were once again free.
Sure, I was naked, barely armed, and terribly outnumbered on a ship of pirates, miles out to sea. But I was free and I was going to kill them all.
I set out to do just that.
Continued in Chapter 6
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