Chapter 6
The Catgirls
I crept out from the Captain's cabin, still naked, still encrusted with pirate cum, and completely unarmed.
I ducked belowdecks, avoiding the sight of the crew, and found myself in a narrow hallway on which the doors of several cabins opened. One door was indeed open, and I glanced inside to see a catgirl standing within.
She wore a collar marked with the name 'Puall'. She had slitted, purple eyes and short, straight, white hair. Her skin was brown, and she had white fur with black ends on her ears and tail. She had a voluptuous build with plenty of curves over her short body. Her tail was bushy and carried with a curve, and it was then bound with a rope and tied to the ceiling.
Her hands were bound to either end of a long bamboo pole, forcing her to hold her arms wide out. Her legs were similarly bound, and she stood in a corner, the ends of both poles bound to the wall, holding her helplessly in place. Terrible whip marks were across her whole body, concentrated around her breasts and pussy. A long dirty cloth was wrapped about her muzzle for a gag.
She saw me and glanced at me pleadingly. "Mhmm," she whined.
Garz stepped into my view, and walked up to the catgirl, a short whip in his hand. "Well, well, well," he said with a wicked grin. "Are we ready to go again?"
"Mhmmm!" Puall screamed, shaking her hed desperately, but Garz laughed at her muffled pleas, and drew back with the whip.
I jumped forward and grabbed him from behind. Before the startled catman could react, I had my hands around his neck and squeezed. In moments he stopped moving, and I lowered the body to the deck.
Puall stared at me nervously as I stooped and grabbed Garz's whip. I considered it for a moment, then tossed it away. I walked over to Puall and untied her hands. She gave a sigh of relief as her hands slipped free and massaged her wrists, trying to urge feeling back into them.
"Thank you!" she said, gazing gratefully up at me.
She wrapped her hands around me and pulled me into a tight hug. She was ever so very warm and soft against my bare skin. Tthe terrible fire the Catmen had awakened in me burst back to life.
My breath caught in my throat and almost against my own will, I took her in my arms and pushed her against the wall. Rubbing my body aginst hers, I took her by the chin and tilted her face up, leaning down to kiss her upon the lips.
She responded passionately and we both fell upon the dead Garz's bed to lie together.
After a long time, but I thought at the time not long enough, I slipped out from Garz's cabin. I had the whole rest of the crew to kill.
I had learned from Puall - in what little conversation we had time for between. . . other things - that she was a handmaiden of the Princess Fareon. The Princess and her seven handmaidens had been kidnapped by this pirate crew. Captain Horus had kept the Princess for his own plaything, and gave all the handmaidens to his loyal catman officers.
I crept down the narrow hallway belowdecks to another door; there was quite a large gap between it and the jamb, which I peered through.
The room within was lit by dozens of guttering candles scattered around the room, in holders hanging from the walls, propped up on chests and trunks. And on the chest of a perky round-eared and red-furred catgirl who lay tied spread-eagle upon the bed.
A large red candle was nestled between her full round breasts. Her brown eyes were locked upon the guttering flame, watching as drops of liquid wax slowly, torturously slid down the shaft of the candle to pool in the soft fur of her breasts. She whimpered and shook, which released more wax from the top of the candle. She threw her head back and cried from pain as yet more burning wax landed on her delicate flesh.
A hand landed on my shoulder. I whirled around to see Mottan staring down at me.
"What are you-" he began.
I never gave him a chance to finish: I gave a stiff-armed punch to his throat, cutting off his speech. He gasped, choked, clasping his hands to his neck. Without waiting further, I drew a dagger I'd taken from Garz and stabbed him through the heart.
Before he could fall, I grabbed the body, whirled and kicked the door open, then hurled the carcass inside.
The poor bound catgirl, 'Weka' read the tag on the collar around her neck, turned her head, jerking in surprise at the sudden noise and the sudden entrance. She yelped again as her sudden move spilled more wax upon her chest. She stared, horrified and frightened at the dead bloody body at my feet as I glanced around the room.
"Whose room is this?" I hissed.
Weka nodded to the remains of Mottan.
"Good," I said.
I turned about and shut the door, then I thought of the poor catgirl's predicament. I rushed to her side on the bed, and grabbed the candle off her, hurling it into a corner.
"It's all right," I assured her.
"Thank you!" she whimpered, tears of relief sliding out from eyes closed with relief.
I took a closer look at her pert breasts and hissed. She was burned with a pools of half-melted wax all across her chest.
"Don't worry, wait here," I said, turning away from her.
I searched the dead Mottan's cabin and found a large jar of Sweet Leta Oil which I hurriedly brought back to Weka. I straddled her belly, unintentionally rubbing my pussy against hers. When I realized that, we shared a mutual glance, it was too late to take it back, as there was more pressing business.
I soaked some oil on my hands and rubbed it gently into her fur. Weka moaned softly as I rubbed the cool oil into her burns and began teasing the wax out of her fur.
Weka shivered slightly, closing her eyes with a happy moan as I took away the great mass of wax, but there remained many smaller clumps I spread my hands wider and wider over her body, across her belly and over her breasts.
Weka moaned as I massaged her breasts. Her nipples stiffened under my touch and her pussy brushed against mine. That old fire was in my mind as I leaned down and began slowly to lick the Sweet Leta Oil from Weka's belly. She purred as my tongue slid into the valley between her breasts, then slowly up the curve of her breast to circle her erect nipple.
Her lips parted in a gasp, and my lips met hers. Our tongue twisted and twined about each other, the sweet taste of the Leta Oil mixed with the sharp spicy taste of her upon my tongue. My left hand darted down to the tuft of fur between her legs and she moaned passionately into my lips.
After releasing Weka, I sent her to hide with Puall while I set out in search of the other catgirls to release them. And kill the catmen.
Weka had told me that this row of cabins belonged to the pirate officers, the eight Catmen. This significantly simplified my second task, and since the catmen were the ones holding the catgirls, the first as well.
The next cabin was locked, but I heard a catgirl's muffled cries from within and the sounds of one person physically doing things to another, indicating someone was there. I debated kicking the door in, then dismissed that idea as impractical as I had to stay stealthy as long as possible, and such a loud noise might bring some of the crew to investigate.
So, I raised my hand a knocked lightly on the door.
No answer.
So, I raised my hand and knocked on the door again.
After a moment, there was a rustle inside. "What?" the cabin's owner demanded.
I recognized the voice as that of Noussk.
I knocked on the door again.
"What is it?!" he snapped. "Who is that?!!"
I knocked on the door again.
I heard him disengage himself from whoever he was doing and start toward the door.
I knocked on the door again.
He slammed the door open. "What do you-"
I slashed my borrowed knife across his throat, very rudely interrupting his tirade.
The pirate catman stumbled back, clutching his hands to his slit throat. I followed, closing the door behind me, watching dispassionately as he fell to the floor; he kicked a few times, then lay still.
That dealt with, I turned to the catgirl held captive in this cabin. Cowe was her name, or at least the name on her collar. She was plump, with tufted perky close-set ears poking out of her short, wavy, orange hair. Her fur was brown, with orange and white spots on her ears and tail. She knelt on the floor, blindfolded with a dirty rag, and was bound in a web of ropes that held her still. A huge ring gag forced her mouth wide open.
Her ears twitched, hearing me as I stepped up to her. The dagger was in my hand, intending to free her. I stood over her and she leaned forward with a practiced motion she had obviously learned here, she leaned forward in her ropes, reaching with her mouth for my crotch.
I was too stunned to move away and she jerked in surprise, finding a pussy instead of a cock. But without a second's hesitation, she plunged her tongue past my pussy lips, licking and rubbing it across my clit. I moaned, caught between a desire to move away and cut her free, and her rough tongue sliding across my clit, fanning the embers of a flame Weka had only wetted.
I shivered and dropped my hands to her head to move her away, but she moaned and redoubled her assault on my clit. I shivered again, and moaned, my hands curling in her hair, but held trapped by her ceaseless tongue, frozen, helpless to shove her away or move away myself. All the while she stroked me with her tongue, licking my fires higher and higher until I shuddered on the brink of climax. She seemed to know it, and continued her efforts, doubtless trying to gin favor with who she thought was her captor.
With a shudder and an effort of will that almost made me cry, I stepped away from her mouth, then raised my dagger and cut through the ropes holding her still.
I pulled away her blindfold to reveal hooded, red eyes. She blinked, looking fearfully up at me. I removed her gag.
"You are all right," I assured her, "I am here to rescue you."
"You-" she gasped, confused. "Then that was. . ."
"I'm sorry," I said, kneeling beside her and untying her the rest of the way. "I did not mean to use you, it was just- you, you started and then it was hard to. . . stop it."
The last of her ropes fell away, and I helped her shakily to her feet. Avoiding the bloody corpse of Noussk, she was staring at slightly in shock, I led her over to the bed and sat down beside her.
"Well. . ." she said, seemingly lost in thought, her eyes unfocused, as if unsure of where she was. "Well. . . I- I suppose it is bad to leave someone unfinished," she said.
She shivered, and it occurred to me that just then what she needed more than anything was a gentle touch.
"It's my turn," I said softly
I eased her down upon the bed with her head lying upon the pillow, and slowly traced my fingers down the soft fur of her belly to the even softer fur between her legs.
To the next cabin in line I went, as quietly as I could. I had started to get a feel for these pirates, and so was not at all surprised to peer in through the doorway to see a catgirl bound within. She knelt on the floor, staring fearfully up at Quaterby who loomed over her, with a wicked smile on his lips.
She wore a collar bearing the name 'Maumatz'. She had deep-set red eyes and waist-length, straight yellow hair with green streaks, worn in a precise style. Her fur was yellow with green coloration on her forearms and forelegs. She had a very feminine figure. Her tail was short, bushy, and carried with a curve.
Before Quaterby could react, I leapt at him and bore him to the floor. He gave a startled cry as I landed atop of him, but before he could do more than that, I wrapped my hands abotut his neck and twisted it. There was a sharp crack and he lay still, his head lying at an unnatural angle.
I turned to the catgirl and released her.
"You're free," I said.
She shivered, and sniffled, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"It means you are free to go, leave."
Her shivering worsened. "I give pleasure," she murmured.
"No," I replied. "You are free; you get pleasure."
She stared at me, incomprehending.
I reached down between her legs and gently rubbed at the soft fur there. The catgirl jumped in surprise.
"It's okay," I said softly.
She trembled, her ears twitching, then impulsively leaned forward and kissed me. She forced a cheery smile.
I smiled in return.
We kissed again, then fell into each others arms.
The next to last cabin was Gehan's. Through the door I saw nothing but the end of a bed and bare wall, so I slipped in cautiously, and saw a Catgirl lounging on the bed.
The catgirl had slanted, blue eyes and medium-length, wavy, white hair worn in a practacal style. Her fur was white. She has a slender figure. Her ears are downturned and wide-set, and her tail was brush-like and carried straight.
She looked up, revealing the tag on her neck reading 'Ngha'. Her eyes widened in surprise on seeing me. Then I heard a gasp and I whirled around to see Gehan, his large green eyes wide with surprise. He opened his mouth to shout. Without stopping to think, I launched forward with the dagger. The glittering point caught him beneath the chin, and the catman fell soundlessly to the deck.
I turned back to the catgirl, who stared at me now, terrified. Quickly, she scrambled down off the bed and knelt on the floor, trembling at my feet.
"It's okay," I said, "I won't hurt you."
That assured her not, and thinking of the pirates, I couldn't blame her. So I knelt beside her and wrapped my arms around her, pressing my hot sweat-sheened skin against her soft silky fur.
"You're okay," I said. "You're okay now."
Still, she refused to look at me, eyes donwcast, trembling with fear. So, I took her gently by the chin and raised her head, meeting her trembling blue eyes with mine.
"You're okay," I said. Impulsively, I pulled her close in a hug.
Our hot bodies pressed together, blood running high. I couldn't help myself but to kiss and pet her. She responded, perhaps at first from fear, but by the tiome we finished, fear was the last thing she felt.
I crept into the last of the catmen's cabins, Ferungr's.
But he was not within. In a corner lay a small iron cage, barely large enough for the catgirl within to kneel. 'Pelimysi' read the collar she wore. She had short, curly, red hair. Her fur was dark, with red tufts on her ears and tail. She had a wide-hipped figure. Her ears were rounded and wide-set, and her tail was straight and brush-like.
She whimpered on seeing me, and curled up around herself as far back in the cage as she could go.
"Come on," I said reassuringly, opening the door as quietly as I could. "We have to go."
But she stared silently back at me with large wide blue eyes.
Instinct made me whirl about to see Ferungr standing in the doorway. Before he could react, I leapt at him, pulling him to the floor.
He opened his mouth to call out, so I thrust my elbow into his belly and he gasped silently, all the breath lost to him. He pushed me away and scrambled for the stairs up to the deck. Before he was half-way up , I caught him by the shoulder, and thrust my dagger into his back. He gasped and stumbled on the stairs with me right behind him. I stabbed him again.
Ferungr whirled about to face me and slashed with his claws, but I dodged them and slashed the knife across his throat. He fell to the floor, staining it with his blood. He kicked a few times, then lay still.
I glanced about worriedly, but no one had notice the catman's murder. Then I hefted my blade and stalked off; I had the rest of the crew to kill.
Continued in Chapter 7
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