Miss Fortune blew a stray lock of hair from her face as she sat impatiently on the wooden floor. Her back leaned against the wall with her arms and legs spread pointing away from her body. Two separate ropes looped through rings bolted high on the wall on either side kept her limbs bound. Left wrist was connected to left ankle. Right wrist was connected to right ankle. Currently lacking any clothes besides matching black silk bra and panties, the position ensured that her exposed thighs and butt left none of her prodigious pale flesh to the imagination. She idly tugged against the bindings, finding that the knots held tight against her strength. Sarah remained calm in the dire situation, examining her nails as she heard muffled shouts from just outside the door grow louder.
"-eed a plan!" came a distraught female voice.
"It'll be fine! Just follow my lead. You know how I roll, I'm an expert at winging it," assured a cocky male one.
"Winging it," mocked the woman. "If this whole thing turns awkward, it's your fault."
"And the credit is all mine if it doesn't," he answered snidely.
The door swung open as a tall vastayan man sauntered in, slicking his hair back as he did so. A smaller vastayan woman followed closely behind, her arms crossed in irritation. Both bore avian features and had beautiful feathered cloaks, the man with a lustrous golden plume that served to highlight his bare chest while his partner had a more brooding magenta to go with her violet hood.
"Sorry to keep you waiting! Rakan and Xayah have arrived!" he announced to the room with arms raised high, grandeur befitting a crowd larger than the three currently present.
"She knows who we are, honey," Xayah whispered, looking away in embarrassment.
Rakan peeked open an eye to look at his partner. "This is part of the performance, babe. Play along."
Sarah couldn't resist giving a short chuckle at the pair's entrance before quickly shifting to a more outraged expression. "Why have you taken me? And why am I tied up like this?"
"Shut up! We'll be the ones asking questions here," snapped Xayah.
Deciding to press her luck, she continued talking. "Do you two even know who I am?"
Rakan walked around Sarah, carefully studying their prisoner. "Of course! Bilgewater's acclaimed pirate bounty hunter, Miss Fortune. You've got quite the reputation." He took out a small hand mirror and began examining himself. "Quite the feat, especially since I only have eyes for two people in this world." Rakan put away the trinket before winking at his partner.
A subtle blush appeared on Xayah's face. "W-which is exactly why we captured you. People are willing to pay a lot of money to take you in."
"That answers that question. But again, why am I tied up like-"
Sarah was cut off as a glowing magenta feather embedded itself into the wood a foot away from her face. Rakan raised his hands to Xayah in a calming motion to which she replied with a shrug.
She crouched down on taloned feet so she was at eye level with the redhead, her pretty features darkening from the shadow of her hood as she leaned close while holding up a new feather dagger threateningly. "You're tied up because we're gonna have fun with you first before cashing in."
Sarah glared back in defiance. "When I get free, I will hunt you two down and repay what you do tenfold."
"Alright ladies, that's enough talk! Let's get this show on the road! Rakan stepped in front of the pirate but was blocked by his partner. "Mind moving a bit, babe?"
"Yeah sure." Rather than getting out of the way entirely, Xayah lay prone on her stomach so that she was staring at Sarah's crotch.
"Thanks." Rakan strolled in front of the redhead, stepping so that Xayah was between his feet.
Sarah's vision was obscured by green fabric, his waist at her eye level as he began undoing his trousers. In an unnecessary flourish of arm movements, he whipped out his belt to reveal his semi-erect penis for both women to see.
"Say hello to my little friend!"
Xayah snickered and Sarah shook her head.
For a moment, a shadow cast over the redhead's face as she stared in awe at the meat obelisk looming over her. She let out a squeak as it flopped on her cheek, the flesh carrying with it a pleasant warmth.
Rakan slowly gyrated his hips and rubbed his length across her face like a master would tease his pet with a treat. "Come on and be a good girl. You know what to do."
Its musky scent assailed her senses and considerable size caused her to salivate. Temptation flashed across her features as the urge to take the offering in her mouth became apparent for a brief moment. Despite the phallic feast tantalisingly splayed out on her, Sarah remained resolute as she shook off his member, leaving it to hang sullenly away from her face.
"Not in your damn life. I'd rather die than let this disgusting thing inside me." She turned away from it with a pout.
"Playing hard to get? Alright, not a problem." Rakan snapped his fingers and a pale aura swirled around him, coalescing to form shimmering motes of light that sprinkled off his body.
To Sarah, his already desirable dick suddenly became all too alluring. Irresistible in fact.
"Cheater," she swore under her breath before complying.
Rakan smiled as he placed his forearms against the wall and leaned over Sarah so she could more easily service him. Her lips pressed together, peppering the phallus with loving rose-stained kisses from tip to testicles. A shiver shot through Rakan's spine as his rod rose and hardened at the stimulation. Feeling her captor's excitement grow, Sarah switched to licking the shaft. The thick coating of saliva that had built up from her hungering lust painted its underside as she ran her tongue along its length. Now glistening from the excess drool, the shaft was swallowed whole as she pushed her mouth forward in a single slick motion.
Down below, Xayah was busy playing with Sarah's panty-clad nethers. Having decided against ripping them off right away, the vastayan had set out to see if she could find the redhead's clitoris through the black cloth. Her first touch was met with shock as she found that the undergarments were already damp.
"Looks like she was already wet before we even arrived, honey!" Xayah sang to Rakan.
"Makes things much easier for us!" he grunted in approval as he focused on syncing his thrusts with Sarah's bobbing head.
Xayah made sure to rub as much of Sarah's flesh as possible with the silken fabric, the tiny fibres pressing divinely against her sensitive folds. The panties steadily grew more and more soaked, outlining the redhead's snatch and only helping Xayah find her target. Careful to spread the upper portion of Sarah's lips with one hand, she delicately pressed around the top with her other.
"Should be somewhere… around… here!"
Sarah suddenly bucked forward smacking Xayah's face with her crotch and leaving a spidersilk-thin string of an orgasm comedically hanging from the point of her nose. She wore a deadpan expression as she wiped the liquid bliss off. Taking out a coal marker, she marked down a tally on her captive's thigh. Xayah then traded it for a feather dagger, carefully cutting apart Fortune's undergarments and gazed down at the squishy pink prize as if it were treasure.
Lipstick, saliva and precum slathered the redhead's mouth as she bobbed her head forward and back against Rakan's penis. Fully erect, his tip kissed the back of her throat while the soft underside of the shaft was massaged by her skilled tongue. Rakan's hips spasmed causing him to grab two handfuls of crimson to steady himself from the sheer intensity of the oral worship.
The intoxicating scent of musk and heat overwhelmed Sarah's senses as liquid hot jizz shot straight down her throat causing her to choke and prematurely pull off from Rakan's member. Delicate white ropes splattered her face and hair, further adding to her bedraggled appearance.
Rakan huffed as he stepped off from Sarah ans leaned against the wall. "Not bad for a…" He hesitated, staring at his captive who looked back with a hint of yearning. "Bilgewater whore... Yeah, that'll show you for hunting down those pirate criminals and being a pirate criminal yourself! Although that seems a bit redundant to say, aren't all pirates already considered criminals?"
"Good enough," Sarah whispered under her breath as she rolled her eyes. With Rakan taking a moment to ponder, she focused on Xayah who was intimately feasting on her quim.
The vastayan lapped at Sarah's fleshy inner walls, her tongue penetrating deep in search for yet another one of her weak spots. Xayah's hands meanwhile took turns either slapping her inner and bottom thighs or gingerly caressing her freshly exposed clit. A shudder in Fortune's loins signalled to Xayah that she had found what she was looking for as she braced her hands on the pinkened meat of her prisoner's legs, knowing this time to brace for the impending buck. Keeping in control, Xayah smiled with glee, stroking Sarah's sweet spot and causing her to hump her captor's face in order to wring dry the tongue-induced ecstasy within her.
Sarah spasmed with a small gush. Juices flowed past Xayah's tongue and greedily drank as she marked a second tally on her captive's thigh. Risking getting bucked in the face again, she returned a hand to pet Sarah's clit. Her index finger barely made contact before being overpowered. The redhead's crotch pushed Xayah off with a pop followed by a spurt of essence. Pleasure wracked Sarah's body as her vision went out of focus, magenta hair being the last thing she saw before shutting her eyes but also the first after opening them.
Once again, Xayah wiped away even more pungent excretions from her face, this time with a scowl. Getting up in a low crouch over her captive, she took out the charcoal marker once again and added a third tally. When Sarah came to, she was greeted by an irate vastayan who now held a feather dagger to her chest.
"You disgusting slut!" she growled before lifting the blade to cut off her bra. Xayah could only gawk at the sheer amount of titflesh that spilled forth. "Are you really a renowned bounty hunter or a cow? Maybe prison is too good for someone like you. What do you say, Rakan? Think we'll get a better price for her from a brothel or a farm?"
At this point, Rakan had managed to catch his breath. "Money is nice, but we can always turn her in later. I'd much rather keep her around for a bit as… our personal cumdump." He winced at the last line.
Xayah looked up at him, ignoring his disgust. "Usually I'm the one with ideas, but that's not a half bad one!" She stood up and gave Sarah a smile dripping with malice. "Hear that, slut? You'll be our plaything to make cum over and over to our heart's content. I wonder which will run out first: space for more tallies or your sanity."
"You bastards…" the redhead snarled, her attempt at intimidation grossly undermined by her appearance: her legs and arms spread and hung up by rope, drizzles of cum frosting her head and a pool of her own excitement leaking out from her exposed loins. "Mark my words… When I get outta here, both of you will fucking pay!"
"Hey, how about we trade places babe? I'll go bot, you take top?" Rakan asked, taking no heed of their captive's threats.
"If she's as good at kissing up there as down here, hell yes."
"Why don't we find out?"
Just as Rakan got on his knees, the door burst open. A large, musclebound man stepped in, his steely eyed gaze observing the scene before him.
"Captain! Apologies for interrupting but the ship's making it to harbour soon. We'll need you topside." Rafen, Miss Fortune's second in command, announced without so much as a raised brow at the predicament his captain was currently in.
The clustered trio on the other end of the room let out a collective sigh of frustration.
Sarah feebly shook against her restraints in a small fit. "Damn! Thought we'd have more time."
"Man! I've still got some left in me," Rakan complained while putting away his semi-erect penis.
Xayah began carefully untying Sarah's bindings. "Babe. I didn't even get to touch her boobs. This sucks!"
"We'll pick up where we left off when we're done in town, I promise," Sarah assured. With her arms and legs finally free, she gave a big stretch before being helped up by both vastayans. "Rafen, mind getting someone to take care of our mess?"
"Right away ma'am. The room'll be cleaned and prepped by the time you get back," he answered nonchalantly as if the whole situation was a regular occurrence.
"Thanks. I'll get ready and be right up."
Rafen gave a crisp salute before leaving.
Sarah walked over to a dresser on the opposite end of the room. "As for you two… Rakan, you're still hesitant on the dirty talk. Roleplay is like one of your performances, we all know you don't really mean those bad things so lean into it."
He nodded attentively. "I'll keep that in mind for next time."
"Besides that, the facefucking was great." She turned around while putting on a pair of fresh undergarments. "Also, I hate to say it but nice use of magic to get me started on you."
"Haha! I aim to please!" he answered with a deep bow while flourishing his feathered cape.
"Now, as for you Xayah…" Sarah paused while looking through her clothes, recalling what happened. "Sorry for hitting you in the face but there's no need to rush things. I'm tied up after all. Speaking of which, are you alright?" She looked at Xayah and tapped her own cheek while giving a playful smile.
Heat grew on her face as Xayah took the cue and wiped herself clean of excess juices. "I'm good, just a little damp is all."
Sarah chuckled while slipping on a tight pair of pants. "The tallies keeping track of how many times I came was a nice touch." Finishing her attire with an ivory captain's jacket, she walked over to Xayah and swung an arm over her shoulders. "Now, let's hurry up and do our business topside so we can continue."
"You got it captain!" Rakan cheered while pumping a fist in the air.
In stark contrast, Xayah's face sheepishly receded into her hood as she murmured, "Can I go change my pants first?"
The captain leaned her in close and spoke breathily into an ear. "But only if I can watch."
Xayah's face lit up as she ground her teeth in frustration, hiding even deeper into the violet confines of her clothes.
"I'm kidding~"
Neither party was truly sure of that.
Rakan came up from behind and pulled them in for a small hug. "Come on! I've already got some ideas on what we can do next!" he boasted while reaching over and tickling both his girlfriend's ears.
All three gave a hearty laugh before skipping out of the room, eager to finish their tasks so they could get to their next roleplay session.