Chapter 51 – Treachery at Dinner
July 30, 1660

Waking the next morning in the crowded bed, Jasmine's head on my shoulder and the sound of the storm still droning on outside, I knew it would be another long day waiting out the storm. Thankfully, whatever spell Mirazh had on Jasmine and the other two had yet to dissipate and we spent the morning and afternoon treating Jasmine worse than a cheap whore. We took her every way possible over the course of the day and treated her like such a cum dump that it made me curious how she'd react when she went back to Aladdin because she seemed so into it.

Just to test the waters on a theory that she'd do whatever was asked of her, I even braved the rain for a moment to retrieve a length of rope while Timon and Pumbaa enjoyed themselves. I cut two small lengths off the rope, tying quick slipknots into each end of the short pieces before tying one more slipknot into the longer piece. Once lunch was served, I looped the short pieces over Jasmine's legs and the other end on her wrists to tie each of her hands to her legs. It only left her a foot and a half for moving her hands, but that was what I wanted.

"On all fours," I told her, getting a questioning look as I looped the lead over her head but she did as she was told. I then led her into the dining area as if I were leading a dog, and as naked as one, even going so far as to put her plate and cup on the floor for her. Jasmine looked slightly pained as she tried to eat and drink with her wrists bound like they were, too short to be of use unless she hunched over her knees and then her hair got in the way. It did answer the question, and once she was finished I returned her to the bed and her continued debauchery.

During one of my breaks, I put on my coat and pants to go find Mirazh and ask about ending the spell once the rainstorm ended but that proved moot as I stepped out of my cabin and found her at the table sipping a glass of tea. She looked so smug as she sat there, her smile telling me she seemed to have anticipated my request and was waiting for me and even said as much.

"As I said, I know all," she said as she sat her cup down.

"So, you going to end this whore spell on Jasmine or do I have to tie you to a cannon and drop you overboard?" I asked her though she chuckled at that.

"I'll end it when the rain breaks," she agreed as she leaned back in her chair. "I just saw no reason in breaking the spell early."

"I'm glad for that, really," I said as I sighed. "It has been fun though."

"I bet," she said with a smile as she sipped her tea. "But you best get back to the fun, the rain ends at dawn."

"Thank you," I said as I turned and went back to see they'd switched positions while I was away. I stripped back down and rejoined the mini orgy until Linguini called out that dinner would soon be served and prompting us to finish and get dressed.

"Going to tie me up again?" Jasmine quipped light-heartedly as Linguini began setting the table.

"I could, but I wouldn't degrade you in front of the rest of the crew like that," I told her as she began trying to clean up but the sheer amount of cum drying on her skin at this point was proving hard to remove.

"Step out into the rain," I told her as she gave a look of disgust as she caught sight of herself in a mirror, the first cracks of the real her starting to show back through. "It'll help clean you."

Timing it so Linguini was downstairs, I kept watch as Jasmine stepped out with the bar of soap for an impromptu shower and made sure no one saw her until she was safely back in my cabin where she dried off and quickly brushed the greater portion of the water out of her hair before getting dressed as well.

"Problem, Colette?" I said as I stepped out to find Colette herself arranging the last of the plates on the table. Dressed in a white top with a blue cloth vest over a matching skirt, the cook was rarely seen outside of her galley

"Non," she said as she turned to me as Monica and Consuela brought up the plates of hors-d'oeuvres. "But tonight the girls have the crew so I can finally join the officers."

"Glad to have you," I said to make her smile. Turning the corner, I found Aladdin already in his seat, waiting for Jasmine it seemed as I took my spot. The rest of my officers quickly filed in, Jasmine among the last to arrive and the look shared between the two made it seem as if trouble was on the horizon for them.

"Bit warm up here, isna it?" Merida asked as the acting stewards brought up dinner and served it.

"Storm must be passing," I said as I looked skyward for a moment.

"That or cabin fever," Timon said with a snort of laughter. Everyone looked to him and he shook his head. "Ever seen what happens to sailors when they sit for too long?"

"I don't think they have," I told him as the table looked at each other skeptically.

"I sat two full months once," Timon then said a bit darkly as he was served his plat of food. "Two full months. Water ran out and all we had was grog and rum which began to run out too. Sailors went mad drinking sea water before the storm that came and allowed us to fill our water barrels and get us underway again."

"That's horrible," Jasmine told him. "Did the sailors regain their sanity?"

"One," Timon said with a sigh. "Bill Harker tried to convince us the wind had returned two days before it did. He was so sick that we thought he would die, but he pulled through. For two months after, though, he lived in absolute hell, pissing blood, couldn't hold his food down, pains in his chest and back and...well, let's just say he hurt where he shouldn't ever hurt."

"Did he say the pain would feel like something was ripping through him?" I asked, having once heard of similar symptoms.

"Yeah," Timon said as he scrunched his face up. "Like something clawing its way out every time he visited the head."

"Kidney stone," I told him and the group looked at me and I realized I was again knowing things I shouldn't and had to cover for it. "Birds aren't the only animals with rocks inside them, but usually we don't have problems with it. Sometimes those little stones come out...the wrong hole...and there's nothing you can do to stop the pain until they come out."

"Ugh," Merida said in disgust. "I'd think I'd meself before the month was over."

"Did the pain stop?" Mulan asked Timon but the man nodded his head solemnly. The table seemed to gather the untold truth that the man had finally sought the relief of death without further word, letting the matter die.

"So, how's the crew holding out?" I said to change the topic.

"Listless," Shang told me as I steered the conversation on to reports of what was going on with the ship, requirements and needs, and what was to come with our duties which sped along the fleecing of ships sp we were able to get items we needed for the Wanton Queen like the replacement anchor. But with the ship stuck in this harbor during a storm, all I found out over the course of the appetizer that I didn't already know was that the bilge pump had to be manned every hour to drain out water flooding in from the downpour.

As the appetizer was taken away and the main course served, the more uncomfortable the warmth of the room became and I found myself sweating from the heat. I was almost ready to blame it on being naked most of the past few days and used to a cooler temperature when Mulan began shedding her coat in deference to the rising insufferable humidity, most of the rest quickly following suit as the main course was served.

"Such heat," Shang said as rivers of sweat poured off his face. "I've never felt it like this before."

"There exists, not far from here in Florida, a place where humidity like this on a seasonal basis," I informed him. "The air itself becomes so thick it's like soup and it's hard to breathe. Just trying to work outside becomes almost impossible unless you're used to it."

"We never had this problem in the desert," Jasmine said as she wiped her sweat away but her white linen shirt was almost transparent from her sweat.

"No humidity there," I told her and she nodded. "The worst place for pure heat is a valley I heard of in California. The heat there is so bad they call it Death Valley and all you need to cook an egg is a metal pan."

"Mon Dieu," Colette gasped in shock. "To cook without fire?"

"A literal oven in nature," I said and she sagged into her chair.

"How do they survive it?" Aladdin asked me. "In the desert, some caravans are known to travel without clothes to allow their heat to dissipate."

"Some tribes as well," Nala informed him. "Heat has always been a great threat."

"Drink plenty of water, travel at night and stay in the shade," I told Aladdin. "Even then, I'm told people die from exposure. I've never traveled it as it's a several weeks inland."

With the topic on heat as we ate the main course, it was Nala that decided to take it to the next level as she stood up and stripped out of her top to put her bare breasts on display. The act didn't go unnoticed, making several squirm uncomfortably as she sat back down.

"Such immodesty," Colette scolded the African warrior who likely didn't think one hoot of the ward.

"It's better this way," Nala said as she dismissed the woman's objections. Colette seemed mollified by the words, but Mulan and Jasmine seemed to share a thought then began stripping out of their tops as well.

"I'll try anythin' at this point," Merida groused as she joined suit and began stripping out of her top. The other guys at the table sat with mouth's agape as the women's breasts were revealed to the group, but I had to admit to be willing to try anything as I felt like I was burning up and began shedding my own shirt which seemed to be the signal that anything was allowed and followed suit. The last holdout was Colette, who after starting her own meal and wiping her brow several times in quick succession, finally seemed desperate enough to try as she fumbled with the knots of her vest and began shedding her dress, not stopping until she shed the everything over her slip.

Everyone tried not to notice or smirk that the cook was practically nude as they ate, but the quick glances were easily noticed as I sat at the head of the table, as were the smirks made when looking away. My temporary stewardesses seemed to take no notice as they came and took away the empty dinner plates, and dessert was brought up, but our collective appetites seemed too far from whetted to walk away hungry from the piping hot apple pudding which was served in large portions.

"Trying to feed an army, Colette?" I said as I took in the bowl.

"Most of the crew decided sleep was more important than eating," she told me as she gave a wicked smile but I noticed Mulan squirm in her seat. "I was almost...incensed...when Monica told me no one was eating but then laughed when I found out why."

I stifled a chuckle as I took in Mulan's uneasiness and I had a feeling sleep wasn't had by all, but it was also Merida's blush that the redhead seemed to be hiding as she hunched over the piping hot apple pudding that told me maybe she wasn't the only one having fun in the sack today. Still, as the apple pudding went down bit by bit, everyone seemed to grow uneasy from the sweltering heat even though we were practically nude and more than a few people shifted in their chairs while eating.

Partway through her pudding, Mulan silently stood from her spot. At first I thought she might have been full, but instead and walking away, she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and dropped her pants before stepping out of the legs to return to her seat fully nude. Not a word was said about it, but the ever stifling heat soon prompted Nala to follow suit a bite later. The moment she sat back down, the rest of the table practically stood as one and followed suit, everyone kicking off the last of their clothes as they stripped to nothing to continue enjoying their dessert.

As Monica and Consuela returned to carry away the dessert and left us alone to carry on our stories, I had the sudden feeling that the humidity we were feeling all of a sudden wasn't entirely real even though Monica and Consuela themselves had stripped down to just a slip and were still sweating enough to make them cling transparently to their skin. Since I knew of only one magic user on the ship, it wasn't hard to trace back to Mirazh having some fun during our downtime, but to what end?

As I got halfway through my pudding, a sudden hardening of my cock informed me of the game Mirazh was playing. It had to be magic as I was outright ignoring the five pairs of bare breasts on display lest someone consider me a creep and I'd learned long ago that if you wanted women to continue an unusual activity, like walking around topless, you couldn't make it feel creepy by staring at them.

Bringing my head up as I chewed my apple pudding, I took in the faces of my officers and realized that everyone was contemplating their own pudding to the point of ignoring everyone else when I caught Jasmine looking slightly left into Aladdin's lap. The reason became clear, in deference to the heat and the stripping of our clothes, no one now had a way of hiding their man's hardening cock and the shame that it might be because of another woman's bare chest being on display when their own wife's weren't so easily seen by them.

As the pain of my hardening cock became worse due to it still being bound in my pants, I contemplated the outcomes and guessed it would end in an orgy but I was going to have to free my willy or scream. Standing, I quickly freed the buttons from their holes and made it only halfway down before my hard cock popped free and stood straight out at attention over the table. It also drew the attention of every eye at the table while I shimmied out of my pants and boots until I was able to sit again and hide it under the table where I was able to watch everyone return to their fading portion of pudding to await what they would do once it was finished.

The uncomfortable pall that had fallen over the table continued as Monica and Consuela returned and retrieved the now empty desert bowls. Even with nothing left holding them in their seats, no one seemed interested in standing and leaving as the guys in the group hid their hard rods, but it was the soft, inexplicable moan that had me searching the faces of the women and finding Merida's almost imperceptible arm movement as she sat with eyes closed.

'She's masturbating!' I thought as I watched her arm twitch, the muscles moving back in forth in as she pleasured herself. Looking at the collective faces of my officers, I figured they all wanted to do something similar but were walking that knife's edge of desire and civility as they fought Mirazh's magic spell, but like all things, once the trailer falls it always falls again the same way.

Aladdin, summoning the last of his courage and prepared to shed his dignity, was the first to stand with a hand over his small but hard cock to try and make a graceful exit. He no more than got to his feet than Jasmine grabbed his arm and pulled him to face her, his hand slipping from hiding his cock to reveal it to the table. Shock made him pause as he stood there and Jasmine took full advantage, slipping from her chair to kneel in front of him. The moment she was in position, she began to suck Aladdin off in full view of the room as he stood there, a moan escaping his lips as he seemed to stunned to move or do anything to stop her.

"Oh yes," Merida gasped, her arm now jiggling visibly as she frigged herself as she watched the show and no longer seemed to concern herself with hiding what she was doing. The table watched Jasmine's little show in both shock and awe, but like a felling domino, it was just the beginning as Aladdin gave a grunt as Jasmine pulled back to have her man shoot his seed all over her face and chest. That seemed to wash all the resistance from him and he lowered himself to the floor where Jasmine laid herself out for her man to take her right there.

Nala was the next to rise to be the centerpiece on display, the Nubian goddess throwing a leg onto the table as she bent herself over it. Simba seemed to need no further invitation, quickly standing and inserting himself into his beloved who gasped at the intrusion into her being before moaning in pleasure as they began to screw in full view of the table. Merida had a front row seat to the encounter and her eyes were glued to Simba's cock as she moaned her own pleasure, but Pumbaa had other ideas. The big man stood, and without a word grabbed Merida under the arm and began to pull her out of her chair. Merida gave a soft moan as her pussy was denied its pleasure as she stood and laid herself on the table at Pumbaa's direction. Pumbaa wasted not time in inserting himself between the redhead's legs as Timon scrambled up onto the table as well as the big man began to fuck the mewling quim that was Merida as she moaned but didn't try to stop the assault before Timon inserted his cock into her mouth as he and Pumbaa began double teaming the Scottish woman.

Seeing Merida being taken by two men on top of the table was the final straw, Colette and Mulan dragging their respective betrothed lovers with them to the floor where they mounted their respective men and began to moan in pleasure. My own cock ached for relief as I took in Merida and Nala being taken on the table in front of me and Jasmine being taken at my feet.

Rising myself, no one paid any attention to me as I stepped carefully around Jasmine and Aladdin to see Mulan riding Shang at the end of the table. Seeing Mulan's slender form ride Shang's cock was the final straw, my cock demanding satisfaction as I snagged a forgotten cup from the table, it's heft telling me that there was still some liquid left in it. Standing over the pair, my sense forgotten, I poured the wine out over Mulan's crack as I knelt in position, the Asian powerhouse turning to regard me with bedroom eyes.

Running a hand over the smooth, ivory skin of her ass, I gave one last thought to my own curse. I knew from talks with Mirazh that any woman I slept with would bear my child, but the lust running through my veins to make my cock ache made me no longer care about anything as I grabbed Mulan by the hips and buried myself in her ass. She screeched and bucked as I held her down, making her take my big massive cock in her virgin ass and pound away in her as if she were a cheap whore. Together, Shang and I pounded his wife as she moaned, bucked and screeched as she tried to accept two large cocks in her holes and had a series of quick orgasms.

"Aah," Shang grunted as he came in his wife. A wicked thought hit me as he relaxed from his orgasm, and not even caring for the consequences pulled back and out of her ass and shoved it into her cunt. Her tight hole was slick from Shang's own seed as I pumped furiously away inside her, Mulan grunting as she wound up for her another orgasm. Grabbing her tiny tits, I gave one final shove to bury myself into her cunt as she had one final orgasm at my expense and blew my hot load into her waiting belly.

Not a word was said as I knelt over a shivering Mulan as my seed leaked out of her hole. It suddenly occurred to me the room had went silent, and as I looked around, saw we weren't the only ones who had finished. There seemed to be a moment of collective shock as it dawned on us what happened, a sudden wash of shame making me pull out of Mulan as I realized that if she weren't already pregnant with Shang's child she would now be pregnant with mine. Mulan herself meekly sat beside her husband as she cupped the seed leaking out of her cunt, but in taking in the rest of the room, realized my cock not only still ached for more, not one guy's hard-on had let up.

"We...we heard a commotion…" Monica said as she and Consuela emerged at the head of the stairs and they stare in shock at the orgy they interupted. That they were now nude themselves told my frazzled brain that they were also under part of the spell and, as Consuela looked down where Colette had just slid off Linguini's lap to reveal his still hard cock, seemed to join it as Consuela they ignored the craziness and joined in as Consuela mounted Linguini and Monica slid herself onto Shang.

Without a word, Simba and Timon suddenly swapped spots without giving their respective partners a say in the matter, and Aladdin and Mulan, as they were closest to each other soon crawled to each other and began doing it at the feet of their respective spouses. Linguini crawled over to Jasmine and Colette and I paired off, my brain starting to fuzz out as if I had drank too much. I gave one last thought that Mirazh was behind it all, almost hearing her dark chuckle in my mind as the orgy raved on, but like a drunk that had one too many, I blacked out and remembered no more.