Bilgewater was as beautiful as ever. Or at least this section of it was, ever since she had cleaned up the place. Miss Fortune allowed herself a moment to take in her surroundings and smiled for the first time all week. Sometimes it was hard find reason to; the life of a pirate-hunting pirate had no shortage of stressors. But in times of relative peace like this, Fortune could find time to revisit the bigger picture and get a sense of contentment.
After years of spilling blood and bullets aplenty Fortune and her "crew" had managed what many would have called impossible before - they'd made a small sliver of Bilgewater decent. Four wharfs across three harbors, two city districts, plus one shipyard and a slew of individual piers and docks were her current territory. Though she didn't style herself a ruler, she made damn sure order was maintained in these parts. Today was just another day of that same mission. She and her crew were out on the town, most patrolling for any signs of rival crews or gangs, though some had more specific tasks that in some way or another ensured her continued control over the area. And yet, despite the importance of such jobs, Fortune couldn't help but feel she was forgetting something.
Fortune slowed her pace, allowing some of her crew to overtake her. They didn't notice, too preoccupied with their individual assignments. Even in the lull they were currently in there was still so much to do. She picked a pair of her sailors at random and followed them with her eyes. They knew from just a cursory glance that they were lugging crates full of carpentry tools towards Wharf 3. She remembered when it wasn't called that. She had given it that name after she and her crew drove the previous owners out, the bystanders that survived that encounter had thrown a weekend long party celebrating their liberators. All-in-all it went better than the recent taking of what she called Wharf 4 from the Dredge Dredgers; only now two weeks later they were just starting to get the blood cleaned up over there. In fact, her own duty right now was to go and check up on that.
But Fortune didn't make her way there. Instead, on a whim she did not fully understand she ended up taking an impromptu stroll down a nearby pier. She took in a deep breath as she moved towards the water, relishing in the pure salty scent of the sea. She stopped at the edge, finding herself flanked on one side by a series of sturdy and proud galleons freshly relieved of their pirate sails and on the other fishing and merchant ships that happily did their business under the protection of Fortune's fleet. And working among them were swarms of people, more of her crew, commercial sailors of various professions, and townsfolk. All going about their own businesses all living their own lives apparently free of troubles.
Her mind forced a flashback before her eyes, a vision of this very place just a few years ago. Pirates and dock-gangers maintaining bloody rule over a struggling merchant class that had no choice but to perpetuate Valoran's largest black market in order to eke out an existence. All the while self-styled "heroic" monster hunters patrolled the harbor waters in search of ever increasingly dangerous sea monsters for them to test their mettle against – with no regard to shipyards and homes becoming collateral damage.
Fortune's smile faded as memories flooded through her. Murders, thefts, rapes, and –
"Cap'n?"
Fortune snapped back into the present at the sound of the feminine voice. She turned her side to see a slender woman staring expectantly at her. She was dressed in a mish-mash of clothes from different styles of dress from across Valoran - a clean and well cared-for scarlet shawl worn by some of Ionia's elites was draped over a simple white and faded gold Piltover white-collar dress shirt tucked loosely into worn but still intact black Noxian military fatigue pants. Slung over her shoulder was a messenger bag marked by faded Demacian emblems.
"Morning Amice." Fortune stated more so than greeted.
"Mornin'." Amice responded in the thickest bilgewater accent in all of Runeterra. "Wasn't expectin' to bump inta you this early, but since yer here can I show ya' somethin'?" Rather than wait for a response she immediately reached into her bag and pulled out a tuft of parchments and scrolls and shoved them in Fortune's face.
Fortune shot a disapproving glare at Amice as she snatched the pages away. Amice noticed and shrunk a few inches as she stepped back to give her captain space.
"New bunch of bounty posters." Fortune acknowledged dryly as she sifted through the papers. Each page showed an artistic rendition of a different member of her crew along with descriptions of varying lengths and details. Consistent across all of them was at least one number – the bounty amount.
"I've gone up by six thousand!" Amice proudly declared.
"That still puts you a million behind Charmaine." Fortune responded as if she was talking to herself.
"And I'm…"Fortune trailed off as she picked out the poster that most resembled herself. Sarah Fortune was printed in angry font underneath her portrait. Her prices had gone up since the last batch. Now her alive capture rate was just "Anything."
Fortune wanted to smile at this, she knew that she should feel a bit more pride in that new "amount." But these days seeing it rise up was no more interesting than seeing the tides surge – just a regular occurrence, and this new non-number was just the inevitable outcome of her campaigns. Instead of any emotion she just handed the pages back to Amice.
"Who's are these, where'd you get them?" Fortune asked the required questions like she didn't already know the answer.
"Gangplank made 'em. They just started putting them up on the western docks and in some parts of town." Amice stashed the papers back into her bag.
"Guess he's mad at us for last week." Fortune became aware of a recent scar still burning on her stomach. A bullet had grazed her there. If it had struck just a bit lower…
"Ya, but it was fun fer us!" Amice drew Fortune's attention back to the conversation. "I got three a' tha bastards!" she boasted as she pantomimed firing a pistol.
"And Charmaine got five. I got six." Fortune mimed the gesture herself, putting in much less enthusiasm.
"Well I'm on tha' range more than both of 'ya put together, I'll catch up to ya someday." Amice shrugged.
"If we don't kill them all first." Fortune almost laughed, playfully tapping the handle of pistol shock in its holster by her hip.
"Hmph. Good point. Wonder how close that is?" Amice threw her arms behind her head, stretching out her outfit just enough to give a glimpse of her midriff. Fortune's attention was snapped to the sight, some familiar feeling creeped up along her spine into the back of her mind.
"Hey didn't we 'ave an informant who told us stuff about them?" Amice didn't seem to notice Fortune's staring. "Could they tell us?"
Fortune didn't react for several seconds, but eventually asked a question in an emotionless tone. "Amice… what day is it?"
"Uh, Thursday I think. Why?"
"Thursday the fifth?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"And it's not noon yet?"
"No? Still why?"
Fortune straightened her posture. Now she knew exactly what the feeling was and now it was almost overpowering her, threatening to break her composure. "Amice you're taking my place at wharf four today." She barely managed to speak with her normal command voice. "Just make sure things are going smoothly with the clean up, I'll send some further instructions your way later, you only have to stay until sunset."
"Ah… y-yes cap'n!" Amice was surprised of course, but fell into the submissive crewmate role with a quick bow in time to avoid punishment detail.
"Good. We'll talk some more Saturday, look for me in our new building around noon then." Fortune said already moving to pass Amice on her way back into town.
Amice said something Fortune assumed was in the affirmative. But even if it wasn't, she wasn't going to bother turning back for anything short of the sound of cannon fire.
"Informant…" Miss Fortune muttered to herself as she smiled for the second time all week.
Billgewater was as unsightly as ever. Murky greenish brown water filled with more blood, sweat, and other bodily fluids in it than it was with salt. The only fish that survived here were the medium to large carnivores, eagerly circling the edges of piers and ships in hopes of another unlucky sailor. They were overwhelming ugly beasts that made Nami shudder as she swam by them.
She closed her eyes tight as soon as she was clear of the beasts, not wanting to take in anymore of this wretched view than she had too. Almost as soon as she did, she slammed her head against the stone walls of the pier.
"Oh, I guess I'm here…" She said as she rubbed her head.
Nami burst through the water's surface, finally getting her head and torso up above the water line. At least up here the surroundings were slightly more tolerable. Bilgewater's buildings were a mediocre mish-mash of stone and wood tied together by asymmetrical cobblestone paths dirtier than the waters. It's docks weren't much better, being the things carpenters had nightmares about; but the tide caller knew that this was still an improvement over what things had been a few years earlier, before she came along. Besides though, the sky was bright and blue and a few warm rays of sun were exactly what Nami needed after swimming through the frigid seas for the last few hours.
"You're late Fish." A deep, but still feminine voice called out.
Nami rolled her eyes on instinct. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" She groaned.
She herself around to face the opposite pier. A tall woman in loosely fitting brown Noxian navel uniform stared back at her. One of her hands held up her opposite arm as she toyed slowly with her long silken black hair. "Many more apparently." The woman responded.
"Well hello to you too Charmaine…" Nami unenthusiastically greeted.
"The captain sends her greetings as well."
"And what about yourself? Are you implying you're not happy to see me?" Nami began to swim toward the dock.
"Oh not at all, I love meeting all manner of seafood." Charmaine knelt down and extended a hand to the mermaid.
"I got it." Nami brushed the hand aside. The water around her began to undulate and bubble, a bright light began to illuminate from below the surface. Steadily, she began to rise as gently as if she was just standing up. Soon she was elevated to meeting the pirate at eye level. A stream of illuminated water followed her body through a power not its own – coiling itself around her floating tail.
"Ah~ this feels soooo nice!" Nami performed a few quick stretches of her arms. She swayed her lower body as if she were still swimming through the waves and her whole began to float forward to the surface.
"You know some of us manage to get by without magic." Charmaine spat as she turned her gaze to the city.
"Aww c'mon, you don't want me to dry out and die do you?" Nami giggled as she swayed through the air.
"Now there's a nice thought."
"Man, you haven't changed at all, hope you're not the only one." Nami said the second part only to herself.
"Follow me." Charmaine huffed as she turned her back to the tidecaller and began to march into town. Nami obediently followed after her.
"Soooo… how long has it been?" Nami asked loudly, just looking around the city was beginning to grow dull. At first she was mildly amused to see that there were surprisingly only a few obvious privateers and whores littering the streets; the rest of the citizens seemed to be completely normal people – legal merchants and civilians. If it weren't for a pair of Nagakabourus cultists preaching the word of their violent savior, the whole scene wouldn't have been out of place in Demacian cities. But in the end, that just made the place even more boring for the mermaid and she resorted to performing spins and twists in the air just to keep herself amused.
"How long has what been?" Charmain replied without bothering to look at her companion.
"How long has it been since I joined you crew?" Nami spun a small fraction faster.
"You're not part of our crew, you're just an… informant."
"Eight months, it's been eight months since I joined your crew!" Nami overrode with childish enthusiasm.
"You're not a – if you knew that why'd you ask me?" Charmaine was already growing agitated.
"'Cause I'm bored and it's fun to bother you." Nami responded like it was a universally known fact.
"Your intel better be good." Charmaine clasped a hand across her face.
"You doubt my scouting skills? No one in this town is better equipped than me!" Nami cheered as she launched into a full backflip.
"I doubt most things about you fish."
"Wow and I thought your captain the straight forward type. You just outright insult all of your guests?"
"Sometimes, but we don't usually have guests." Charmaine's voice pitched down and Nami flinched back for a moment.
"Now that doesn't surprise me much." Nami almost said out loud.
Nami chose to stay quiet the rest of the trip, and Charmaine showed no desire to say anything herself until the end of the trip.
"Finally here." Nami said in relief. She had arrived to the front of a wide three-story cottage near the edge of the city. Unlike most of Bilgewater's buildings, this one seemed to be well put together. Surprisingly complex stone and woodwork weaved together in symmetrical rows to create an imposing framework that would weather the elements and time far better that the shanty shacks around it.
"You've upgraded. How much did this place set you back?" Nami asked.
"Nothing, we killed the previous tenants."
"I thought you were the "lawful" ones." Nami critiqued, puffing out her cheeks.
"We are. They were vicious loan sharks." Charmaine moved ahead to knock hard on the door in a carefully practiced rhythm.
"I don't think that's the kind of shark you need to look out for around here." Nami looked expectantly at her escort. Charmaine didn't show any kind of response though, instead just waiting emotionlessly at the door.
"Oh come on, you know that was funny."
Charmaine let out a small yawn into her hand.
"You're like if plankton was a person…" Nami snuck in one last jab as the door began to open with an eerie creak.
"Welcome, you took your time." The well made-up red haired woman greeted from the inside. She was weighed down by a heavy sailor outfit of similar hues as Charmaine's own, but much more detailed and ornate, namely the emblem centered on her chest that locals – and Nami knew signified she was a captain.
"We… Sorry." Charmaine bowed as she moved to enter.
"HI SARAH!" Nami shot forward, sneaking around Charmaine to be at the front.
"Hello Nami." Miss Fortune greeted back without missing a beat.
"D-don't address her like that!" Charmaine scolded, more flustered than authoritative, she glanced at her captain hoping to receive support, but Fortune was just staring silently so far.
"Oh I'm sorry, aren't you part of her crew?" Nami spoke, shriller than usual. "She's your captain, you call her by her captain name. But as you like pointing out so much, I'm not part of this crew, just an informant. So, me and her are peers see?"
"She's right, in a way." Fortune responded quickly, trying to diffuse any confrontation before it could begin. "Nami has… special privileges. It's really nothing, please don't be angry."
Nami gave a devilish grin she was sure only Fortune could see.
Charmaine made a disapproving huff. "If you insist Captain."
"I do. Now here." Fortune placed an envelope into charmaine's hands. Go to wharf four and give this to Amice. Tell her to go with option 2."
"So suddenly? You don't wish-"
"I can handle one little fish on my own, thank you." Fortune's eyes shot a sharp glare into her subordinate's.
"R-right, understood." Charmaine spun herself around and began to march off, her stride was noticeably fast and uneven.
"Bye - bye!" Nami waved a hand wildly in the air.
"I thought I asked you to stop antagonizing her, she's a good crewmate." Fortune began to move back indoors.
"She's a jerk, a selfish snobby jerk who's no fun at all." Nami explained, swimming quickly to catch up.
"Well I didn't exactly bring her on for her public relations ability." Sarah laughed.
Nami had lost interest in the conversation by this point, preferring now to look around the inside of this building. This room looked like it was torn straight out a Noxian stronghold. Oppressive grey cobblestone walls and pillars surrounded an almost entirely empty space with not a window in sight. Her attention was drawn immediately upwards to an admittedly expensively looking silver chandelier hanging forebodingly from a slim chain. It along with a few scattered meter high candelabras and wall mounted torches provided just enough light to match the middle levels of the ocean. Any excess light was discreetly sucked away by the pitch-black corridors and doorways in the far side of the entry room.
"I thought you said you were upgrading; this place is abyss-mal." Nami commented. She grinned wide and looked at Fortune expectantly, hoping her wordplay would be noticed.
"We just started moving in two days ago, it's a gradual process."
"Oh." Nami folded here arms.
Miss Fortune approached the left side of the corridor where a small outpost of furniture had been established. Just a collection of tables of questionable stability with plain folding chairs around them flanked by two pale green sofas and some royal red arm chairs.
"Well hurry up the process okay, your cabin on the ship is nicer than this." Nami scolded forcefully, but playfully.
"My cabin is nicer than most places period, but I'll see what we can do." Miss Fortune responded, "Shall we begin?" She took a seat at the largest of the tables, the top was littered with all manner of documents, books, and navigation equipmental. She hastily shuffled a few bounty posters into a rough pile then shunted it off to the corner. "What have you got for me?"
Nami smirked, she shot out her arm and the water orbiting her began to trickle towards her open palm. The waves suddenly collapsed inwards and let out a cyan flash of light. "Ta-da." She added as she presented a newly appeared bundle of tightly strung together scrolls.
"Maps and charters, every position of Gangplank's ships the last three months and where he plans to move them in the next few weeks."
"Oh, very nice." Fortune took a hold of the gifts. "You're sure they're correct?"
"Of course they are! Have I been wrong so far?" Nami quickly responded, her pride stung so easily.
"Yes. Last time." Stated plainly, not taking her eyes of her hands, trying desperately to pick apart the seals on the first of the papers.
"That time doesn't count! How was I supposed to know Yordles could swim that fast?!" Nami cried.
"I suppose not well – ah!" The captain finally succeeded, the scroll unfurled easily, revealing a painstakingly detailed map of a distant sea and chain of islands. The fine line work was covered by obtrusive scribbles of red ink in several locations. Some were simple shapes and circling around specific areas, others almost looked like words if Sarah squinted hard enough. It would take days again to decipher Nami's handwriting. Sarah's groan of annoyance was cut short when she noticed another splotch in the far corner. A crude doodle of a woman wearing a crown who had fins for legs. "Me!" was scribbled nearby with an arrow connecting the two. Miss Fortune smiled for the third time all week.
"Alright, let's just go over this step by step." Her attempts to mask her amusement failed.
"No." Nami replied. She reached down and slowly pushed the map to the table's surface. Miss Fortune glanced up cautiously.
"We're playing now." Nami stated in a new confident tone.
The color and expression in the captain's face drained out. Any hint of a confident, in-charge bounty hunter was gone. Now Sarah stared at the mermaid above her with the same expression of a frightened animal caught where it wasn't supposed to be.
"C-can't that wait? Can we get this done first?" Sarah tried to bring attention back to the work on the table, only for Nami to creep her face closer until her breath tickled against Sarah's face.
"You're not defying me are you?" Nami asked, just small splinter of some horrible anger showing through her smiling teeth.
"N-no…" Sarah gradually picked herself up and moved away from the desk.
"Oh are you scared?" Nami glowered. "That's funny, I thought you'd be excited to see me. Was I wrong?"
Sarah took in a strong breath, trying to empower herself for what was coming next, but all she managed to do was violently shiver. "N-no… when I heard you were coming…" her voice grew quieter on each word. "I became very excited… mistress…"
"You're still struggling with this huh? Nami lightly stroked Sarah's cheek with a finger. "Don't feel pressured, you know I'll be patient if you need me too."
"Uh… thanks…" Sarah's stare alternated between mistress and the floor.
"But don't think I'm going to take it easy on you either!" Nami suddenly shouted. The vibrations of her voice made Sarah flinch down.
"Now tell me… did you wear it?" She continued, her voice much quieter and sinister now.
"Um- y-yes mistress, just like you ordered." Sarah franticly answered.
"Show me."
"Um…" Sarah fumbled her hands around the lower half of her captain's garb. One by one, belts and straps were undone and layers of cloths and hidden weapons rained down onto the floor.
Her toned legs were shaved to perfection, giving nami a full view of dozens of battle scars along decorating them, but the parts of pure skin between them were a pure pale color that would have stood out as tan lines on any other Bilgewater native. Instead of any kind of underwear the captain wore sever pieces of metal plates arranged into the rough shape of panties. They were buckled and bolted together tightly, just looking at it anyone could tell it was not designed with comfort in mind. In the center of the contraption, just above the crotch area was a keyhole with an illustration of a heart etched around it.
"I – wore it just like you said mistress..." Sarah said, nearly panting her breathes.
"Hmm let me see." Nami swam down, inspecting every inch of the belt. "Well at least I know you haven't been touching yourself." She ran her finger over a small slit in the front; it was far too narrow for any finger to enter. It was just enough space to allow for the pirate's more natural functions, nothing else.
"N-no mistress, I waited just like you said." Sarah was glad her explosive blush couldn't be seen.
"Hm. Good girl. You're just – wait…" Nami moved her face in closer. Sarah's legs began to shake violently in nervousness.
"You took this off." Nami suddenly swam up to meet her partner at eye level.
"I –I d-don't… I never." Sarah fumbled over her words. "H-how did you know?"
"Because you just told me girl. Nami's voice was suddenly so very low and sharp, and sarah's explosive shivering returned. "I gave you that key for emergencies. What was so important that you disobeyed me?"
"Th-there was a battle… if I would have been injured and n-needed medical attention…they would have –" She didn't get to finish her manic ramblings as Nami's palm impacted with her cheek.
"And you didn't notify me? Bad girl." Nami looked at the shaking pirate with contempt.
"I-I'm sorry, I just thought that maybe-" Her words stopped when Nami took a hold of her reddening face.
"It doesn't matter what you think or what you want, all of that stuff is an afterthought when it comes to my will. Do you understand this?" Nami growled.
"Yes – yes mistress, I am sorry…"
"Hmm. Well maaaybe you've learned your lesson." Nami pulled herself back. With a tilted head she ran her eyes up and down her slave. "Buuuut, just to be sure I'll have to punish you!" She happily announced.
"Wha – what?" Sarah yelped horrified.
"Don't play dumb! You heard me! Let's go with the usual, on all fours now!" Nami smiled.
"Ah but… can – can I at least move over to the rug?" Sarah lightly nudged her head in the direction of a small portion of carpet between the sofas.
"Oh you're not objecting! See you are making progress!" Nami clapped a quiet applause. "I don't mind that, go along!" She rapidly swished her hand upwards.
"Mhmm… r-right." Sarah swallowed hard. She moved urgently, falling down to her hand and knees in seconds. The rough carpet dug harshly into her palms, but it was still a preferable sensation compared to what her partner what capable of delivering. Though Nami was "just" a hydromancer specializing in healing magic, Sarah had learned in the last few months that the tidecaller's magics were nothing to scoff at when she got serious. And despite the almost dance like manner of Nami's movements and aloof demeanor, she knew this was one of such occasions.
"I – thank you for disciplining me Mistress, I will try to learn from this experience." Sarah recited out of memory. It wasn't nearly as painful to say as she thought it would be.
"Raise up just a bit more." Nami commanded without emotion.
Sarah frowned; she had hoped for some kind of praise for saying her line so well. Regardless she raised her body up slightly higher, sticking her ass out to her owner.
"Good. Now stay still." Nami stretched out her arm to her side. The orbiting tide around her moved again, this time coiling around her arm and flowing horizontally to her fingers. She giggled at the sight of the captain twitching and flinching at the snapping rushing sounds of the water. Soon there was only a small puddle underneath her, most of the fluid was now in a long narrow stream that curved effortlessly through the air.
"Here comes!" Nami announced excitedly. She threw her arm down. As the water followed in its wake, the shape simplified itself into a water whip that came smashing across the exposed cheek of Sarah's rear.
Sarah shrieked. Her body shuttered from back to front. There wasn't enough time to regain herself before the whip came back around; striking her other cheek. Nami paused after the second strike to listen into the pleasant sound of Sarah's panting.
"Mistress? I-is something wrong?" Fortune quietly asked without looking back.
"Quiet!" Nami spat. She swung her whip again, stinging her target and immediately moved to throw another blow. It took no time at all for her to work herself back into a rhythm. Sarah's moans and sobs nearly acted as a metronome, and Nami found herself humming a sea shanty to herself.
By the time she reached the end of her song, Nami began to pace out her attacks, coming to an eventual stop. The sight of Sarah's enormous soft pale butt desecrated by red wounds coupled with her adorable sighs of exhaustion and pain stirred of a giggle from the tidecaller. Satisfied with her work, Nami dismissed her weapon with a flick of her hand. The water rushed to pool once more underneath her tail.
"Man, you are just way too cute." Nami complemented as she lowered herself down. Up close she could that her pirate was quivering, keeping up this position was clearly taking all of her stamina.
"Awww, you're trying so hard to stay strong…" Nami cooed. She placed her hand gently on the reddest spot of the flesh. It reacted instantly, tightening and spasming, accompanied by a pitiful yelp from the opposite end.
"Don't worry, almost done." Nami flicked her fingers producing a spark of azure light, an ornate silver key materialized from a small layer of water. The mage hummed the last few notes of her melody as she inserted the key into the chastity belt's hole. After a bit of struggling a satisfying click later the panels shifted and expanded eliciting a satisfied sigh from Sarah.
Nami half-hazardly slipped the plates off in her eagerness to explore. "Well now then… let's…uh… just…" She stammered as the smell hit her. Despite her years of exposure, Nami was still growing accustomed to a few quirks of humans, but she didn't think she was ever going to get used to this one. Sarah's groin and upper legs were almost drenched in fluids. After a moment of hesitation she reached out slid two fingers across Sarah's slit. Sarah made a noise, but Nami focused only on the fine layer of reflective fluid spread across her digits.
"You got this wet from this?" Nami turned accusingly. "Get up. Look at this!"
Fortune moved quickly enough into a polite submissive seat on her knees. She reluctantly stared at the slimy proof of her own desire on Nami's fingertips.
"This was supposed to be a punishment. Did you actually enjoy this?" Nami playfully interrogated.
"Y-yes mistress. Being hit like that… it turned me on…" Sarah answered slowly.
Nami laughed. "The great Miss Fortune, pirate slayer and savior of bilgewater gets off on being spanked?"
"Y-yes, I'm – I'm just a perverted slut who likes being abused. Not a fit for a captain at all." Sarah forced the words out of her, as much as they hurt, she knew they made mistress happy.
"Oh my, what would the people of this city think if they saw you like this? How do you think your crew would react, knowing the real you?" Nami pressed on.
"N-no you can't!" Sarah shouted. "They – they'll mutiny or… and…and…"
"Calm down girl, calm down." Nami stroked the sides of Sarah's hair. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"Th-thank you Nami." Sarah breathed a sigh of relief only to be met with a light smack atop her head.
"That's mistress, Sarah, don't forget that!" Nami scolded.
"Right, you're mistress, you're mistress." Sarah coached herself.
"That's right! And aren't you glad for that? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have a mistress, would you? You'd be all alone with no one to care for you." Nami's voice fluctuated, making it difficult to tell if she was sincere or teasing.
"Y-yes, I'm thankful for you adopting me mistress!" Sarah wasn't going to try and guess. "I'm glad you found out what a hopeless slut I am! I love you more than anyone else."
"Aww, that's so sweet! Good girl!" Nami gave several more head pats. "So then how about you prove your love to me?" She flashed a devilish grin.
Nami gracefully flowed back to one of the chairs. She dropped into it, instantly being sucked into the cushions.
"Ugh, I'm never going to get used to human furniture." She complained. "Anyway, go ahead, lick my boots clean." She raised up her fins, giving them a small wag.
"Um… mistress?" Sarah stared on bewildered.
"What are you waiting for pet, I told you-" Nami glanced at her own body. "Oh… Well look! It's not my fault!" She shouted, on the defensive for the first time. "The books I used to learn this stuff were written for humans!" She wrinkled her nose; her explanation did nothing to stop Sarah's snicker.
"Between the chair and the book, you really have trouble with human things huh?" Sarah smiled for the fourth time all week.
Nami did not smile. She dropped her tail immediately and took her eyes off of her partner, just to stare at the floor mournfully. "Yeah…" She replied with none of her usual vigor.
"Nami wait, I didn't mean it like that I was just –"
"I know you didn't. I know. But you're still right. I've been trying, but sometimes I don't know… if I'm able to do this…" She rose her tail up again and folded it in front of her before locking her arms around it and burying her face into it.
"Hey!" Fortune bolted up. She forced Nami's head out of her makeshift pillow. "Don't you dare start thinking like that!"
"It's easy to say that Sarah, but you know as well as I do. If your crew or my people or - Isles – if the pirates ever found out…" She sunk even further into her seat.
"Then they don't have to find out, at least not yet. I know it's painful to have to keep everything hidden like this, but it's working so far and you said it yourself, you've been trying to get better at things right? And my crew and I are making progress here thanks to your help. Soon we may not have to hide anything. So things are getting better! Please don't be discouraged, we may just have to keep things as they are for a bit longer, but as long as we're together I don't have a problem with that. And if someone does have a problem with anything, well I always keep Shock and Awe close by!" She finished her speech with a loving wink.
"Sheesh, don't go reversing our roles like that!" Nami smiled.
"Sorry, got carried away." Sarah backed away. "Did – did I help?"
"Yeah." Nami playfully rolled her eyes. "Yeah you did thank you. We're really good at killing the mood aren't we?"
Sarah simply shrugged.
"Well there may be issues with me being with a human…" Nami unfurled her body to its original position. "But you're not a human are you? You're just a simple bitch." Her voice became sultry.
Sarah's heart beat the hardest it ever had at the sound of that. She smiled for the fifth time all week. "Yes mistress!" she exclaimed.
"Well at least you admit it. Go ahead and put yourself to some use and comfort me." Nami shimmered down into a more relaxed seat. Her tail began to gyrate and twitch. Slowly her scales and skin around her thighs glided apart until her body now had a very much human like vulva. It had taken no small amount of research, magic, and practice to be able to achieve this, but now - looking into her lover's desiring eyes – Nami knew it was all worth it.
"Thank you for allowing this slave to pleasure you mistress!" Sarah gave improv a quick try before lowering to her knees. She hovered her face just above Nami's newly created pussy, letting the thick scent penetrate her mind. Nami really had gone all out in this regard. The scent, the shape, the color, and most importantly – the taste was exquisite; far eclipsing any other Sarah had over the years – and that was a lot of boys and girls.
Unable to hold herself back any longer she stuck out her tongue and began to lick it across the upper layers. Nami let out small noises of approval every time it brushed over her clit. Sarah wasn't satisfied by just this though, and began to dig in deeper. Nami began to moan immediately - one of the benefits of being able to create your own sexual organs was that one could make nearly every part of it one whole sensitive spot.
"O-okay sarah, you can slow down n-now.." Nami tried to command. The tingling pulses in her lower body made it hard to focus on speech.
But Sarah knew her Mistress couldn't deliver any punishments in her current state, so she happily disobeyed. She reached up a hand and slid a pair of fingers into the lowest part of Nami's entrance and began to slowly insert them in and out while her mouth moved up to suckle on the clit and its hood.
"Oh you! Mhm! B-bad girl!" Nami couldn't have sounded less angry if she tried.
Sarah tilted her head upwards, she had to stop suckling to do that, but she still ran her tongue in rapid circles. Her eyes met with Nami's. The mermaid was so clearly consumed by her pleasure, she couldn't keep a single expression straight for more than a second. Sarah stopped just long enough to utter a small giggle. Her face dropped into a sad, yet hopeful look with the biggest puppy eyes Bilgewater had ever known.
"D-don't you look at me like that! You are – nuh – sooo getting punished again after this!" Nami's voice peeked on the last syllable.
Sarah's pace dropped until she was close to motionless, a single stroke of her finger taking several seconds. The pressure in Nami's groin died down to leave just an unbearable cold itch.
"H-hey! Don't stop, i-im close!" Nami whined at Sarah's mischievous gaze. "I'm ordering you to make me cum!"
Sarah smirked before moving her mouth lower. Her fingers began their work again, rapidly pumping in and out of the now soaked organ, soon joined by her tongue as well. For a moment Sarah slowed herself, taking the time to savor the sweet taste of her mistress's desire, knowing he wouldn't be tasting this again for a long while. Such sentimentality passed quickly enough, and her flurry of strikes soon had the tidecaller fidgeting crazily – with each movement she made, name let out a dozen different cries and squeaks.
"Oh- oh – oh!" Nami nearly screamed. "OH FUCK!" Sarah hesitated at the sound of her polite mistress using such language. Nami slammed her hands down to her sides and her body arched upwards. Her tail suddenly launched up and smacked Sarah in the face hard enough to force her back. For a moment all of Nami's body laid motionless in an uncomfortable pose before she collapsed into a puddle in the cushions.
"That – that was great… good job…" Nami panted, her efforts at getting her body to move failing.
"You're – thank you. Warn me next time you're going to do that though." Sarah asked as she tenderly nursed an emerging red mark on her face.
"Heh, sorry. Well actually…" Nami sprung up suddenly, completely revitalized. She pounced on her pet, bringing her back to the ground in a hard landing. "No, Im not sorry, It's what you deserve for that fish comment earlier. I need to reteach you respect it seems." Nami moved to pin Sarah's arms. The pirate made a show of struggling, but clearly wasn't applying her full strength.
"What are you planning?" Sarah feigned horror.
"You'll find out pet." Nami pressed down on sarah's limbs. "Now listen, keep you keep your arms and legs just like this – nice and still until I'm done alright? If you move them more than an inch I'm going to punish you." She let up her pressure upon finishing her words. Sarah remained motionless just as she was told - aside from some heavy breathing.
"I'm not scared. It can't be anything worse than what some pirates have threatened me with." Sarah gave a coy grin. It was a lie, excitement of battle on the seas had never been anything compared to what mistress could make her feel.
"We'll see how long you can keep that attitude up." Nami took the barb in stride.
The tidecaller backed away and placed a hand just above Sarah's crotch. Sarah instinctively froze up while her skin around that area twitched. Any smugness she had was now converted to a crushing mix of anxiety and anticipation.
"There – there." Nami comforted. "You made me feel wonderful, it's only fair that I return the favor."
Her hand crept closer downwards till her fingers brushed the tip of Sarah's pussy. The organ was still dripping with fluids. Neither of the two moved for a solid minute. Nami just smiled coyly downwards, taking in the sight of Sarah's patience draining away. She could see her slave wanted it so bad. If it wasn't for the ban on movement she knew her pet would be masturbating furiously right now.
Nami sighed before she plunged a finger inwards. Sarah's face turned to pained shock as her body lurched up.
"Oh? That was close, you almost moved your arms~" Nami warned as her pet recomposed herself.
"I – I am –"
"Quiet. There's no need for you to talk right now. Just stay still. With that Nami, lowered herself till her head rested lightly on her pet's tummy. She sent another finger in to join its mate and began to rhythmically pump the pair in and out. They moved with almost no resistance, Nami had to consciously keep the pace slow.
Nami could feel Sarah's insides churn and tighten in response to the pleasure. Sarah's ridiculously strong heartbeat drummed in her ear.
"Man you are just adorable." Nami praised quietly, only to become annoyed when Sarah only responded in subtle moans. "But you still have too much clothes on!" She announced. That got sarah's attention – the bounty hunter's eyes flew open and flickered nervously.
Nami gripped the ends of Sarah's coat. "Arms up pet." She said coldly and Sarah obeyed. Nami ripped the coat and tossed across the room and immediately returned to grab sarah's undershirt and pulled it up over Sarahs head and dropped it to the ground beside her. Now even more scars were revealed exposed, but Nami didn't even notice them, her attention was solely on the beautiful black lace lingerie bra just barely holding in Sarah's bosom.
"Oh how long have you had this?" Nami excitedly rubbed her hand over the soft material.
"Last weekend mistress… I hoped you would like it…" Sarah's voice flickered as Nami continued to massage.
"Oh I do…"Nami admired. "I'll definitely have you wear it more often, but for now it has to go." She reached her arms behind sarah in an almost hug and fiddle with the bra's clasp until the tension let up and with a bit of struggling wriggled it off of the bounty hunter and flung it away to join the coat.
Now Sarah's enormous breast were free and Sarah was visibly relieved to have the pressure on them gone.
Nami took a full hold of the right breast and began to massage it. "You know some people out there tell tales about you and these." Nami moved her icy gaze to focus on Sarah's flustered face. "They say they're what you really built your little empire with. That true? How many nice sailors have you seduced into your crew with them? How many fishermen have you let sneak a peak or cop a feel in exchange for favors?" Nami reached out and flicked a finger across Sarah's chin.
"'N-none! I never did anything like that!" Sarah protested half angry have embarrassed.
"If you say so… but that's good, means only I get to enjoy them." Nami cupped a hand on the left breast and raised it up so she could bite down on the stiff nipple. Sarah mewled with a surprisingly girlish voice, shivering dangerously close to moving. Nami let her bite up, only to begin attacking with her tongue the same way a kitten would lap its milk. Soon Sarah was wagging her head from side to side to try and keep herself from moving further.
"Miss Fortune's famous boobs are her weak point huh?" Nami took a moment to tease. "You're not a very good toy if this is all it takes to break you."
"Ah, I – I'm sorry mistress! I'm trying!" Sarah nearly cried.
Despite her words though, Sarah was failing quickly. After just a few minutes of her breasts and nips being toyed with her body felt so light – so hot. Every part of her was pulsing and fidgeting. She needed it, and as much as mistress was doing to her, it wasn't going to come fast enough. She screamed through gritted teeth. It was unbearable! She was so close, yet so far away! Mistress was drawing this out on purpose – she had no intention of letting her hit that point easily, she wanted her to fail! It was so frustrating!
Sarah groaned loudly. "Please! Mistress! I need you… to…to" She broke her arms away from their assigned positions and began to rub at her crotch.
Nami stopped all her playing at once, and the intense feelings inside of sarah began to dissipate.
"I – I…" Sarah slowly removed her hands.
"You fail!" Nami happily commented.
"I'm so-sorry mistress… it just felt…" Sarah sobbed dejectedly.
"Quiet now, get on the couch." Nami smiled.
Sarah gave a puzzled look, but still raised herself up to follow these new orders. She took an uncomfortable seat, her body still itching with desire.
"I'll punish you for this, but first if you really do want to feel great, I'll give that to you!" Nami joyously proclaimed, it was probably one of the best things Sarah had ever heard.
The water around Nami began to move again, this time forming a tight ring around the base of her tail, right over her artificial pussy. It let out a curdling sound as it rushed over itself, tightening and knotting into a concrete shape. Soon it was hard to tell there was much water to begin with, it had all been densely packed into the nearly solid form of a dick.
Sarah swallowed hard, she had been with a few men before in her life, but they could never compete with this magic. The water creation was long and thick and as long as Nami's magic held up, it would remain rock solid.
"Spread and beg." Nami ordered, bemused by her almost rhyme.
Sarah split her legs apart as far as she could comfortably get them. She reached a hand down to her cunt and pulled apart the top layers with her fingers. It was hot pink and tight almost dripping large amounts of her own fluids. Nami made sure her pet noticed her licking her lips.
"P-please mistress. Fuck me with your massive cock, I'm a perverted slut slave that deserves a rough dicking!" She said without hesitation in the most pathetic shameless voice possible.
"Holy fuck…" Nami muttered in amazement, her pet certainly had a way with words.
"W-well said, now stay still!" The warning was a formality, she gave Sarah no time to prepare before she plunged the full length of her shaft in. She partially regretted not drawing it out with a bit of foreplay, but the dumb look of her pet with her face twisted in happiness encouraged her to continue as things were. She began to pump her cock in and out. Her pace was slow, but she made up for it with powerful thrusts.
Sarah writhed in her seat. Her insides were being shifted around and it felt wonderful. It may have been just water, but Nami's magic ensured her member felt better than any real dick or toy could. Each thrust sent a shockwave through her whole body that would completely erase all thoughts from her head for the tiniest amount of time. She would let out an involuntary quiet cry of approval. And when she slowly pulled out, gently brushing it across her inner walls it would send a soothing ice cold wave through her hips that would make them nudge in all sorts of directions. And then just as she would start to come down from this feeling, Nami would thrust it back in again – reaching almost all the way to the very back – beginning the cycle again.
Nami grabbed onto the top of Sarah's thighs. Suddenly her thrusting became faster and even stronger. Sarah's reaction was immediate, extending her legs and quickly locking them behind Nami's backside.
"Oh are you enjoying this that much?" Nami huffed, not letting up her pace.
"I'm sorry mistress, it just feels so good, I – I… need…" Sarah lost track of where her sentence was heading.
"Do you now?" Nami dropped her body till her breast pressed up against Sarah's own. She quickly moved to force Sarah's hands to interlock fingers with hers. It was difficult to fuck Sarah like this, but Nami still managed a series of weaker thrusts.
"Can't move now, can you?" Nami taunted.
Sarah tried to struggle, but Nami playfully countered any movements she made with double the force. Her body felt like it was going to explode any moment unless she had freedom to writhe about, but all she could manage was pitifully flailing her toes.
"M-mistress please, this is too much, please!" The pressure in her was still growing unbearable, and Nami's weight on top of her wasn't helping. She began to squeeze Nami's hands, but the tide caller didn't as much as flinch.
"Oh come on, are you really this weak?" Nami chuckled. "You're pathetic."
That was a mistake on the tidecallers fault. Sarah could only take so much of this play, now her pride was wounded.
"I- I am not weak!" She snarled. A small flame of anger burned away some of her pleasure. "Don't you –"
"Quiet." Nami raised herself up and pecked at Sarah's left nipple with her lips.
Sarah's face quivered as the bounty hunter in her fought to keep her anger alive; that lasted all of a few seconds. Her expression promptly devolved back into that of a submissive animal in heat the moment Nami's tongue flicked against her nipple. The mermaid had no pattern to her actions, licking, kissing, and biting at Sarah's nipples and areolas in random intervals, every little thing mistress did to her intensified the sensations until Sarah felt nothing but a muted white heat.
Sarah's grip on Nami's hands suddenly became crushingly powerful to the point that it began to hurt. Nami broke off of a prolonged breast kiss to speak, but was immediately beset by Sarah pulling her still locked legs inwards, slamming the tidecaller down on top of her.
"H-hey, what –" Nami staggered, quickly turning to her pet for an explanation. Sarah had her eyes shut down tight, in fact her entire face seemed to be constricted. Nami was no longer thrusting, but that didn't make Sarah let go of her. Even if she wasn't being fucked right now, the feelings inside her had finally reached their peak. Sarah abruptly let out a scream that made Nami flinch her head away. The Tidecaller quickly found herself being tossed and rolled around like a dog's favorite toy as Sarah began to contort and squirm in ecstasy. Now Sarah was the stronger of the two and Nami was forced to be a comfort pillow with no choice but to wait sarah's climax out.
Sarah suddenly felt very cold, of course her body was drenched in sweat, nami's water, and other fluids. Lingering feelings of pleasure still tickled across her body, but in her lightheaded state she barely noticed. It was only once Nami began to groan did she snap out of her stupor.
"What… was I? Mistress!" She exclaimed, letting up her hold of the Tidecaller.
Nami flung herself away. Panting heavily, she patted herself down to ensure she was still in one piece.
"Jeez, is that what drowning is like?" Nami sighed heavy.
"Sorry mistress, it's just that it's been a long time since…" Sarah trailed off, knowing her excuses wouldn't matter.
"I guess it has. I'll take that as a compliment." The water that made up her cock dissipated into droplets that reformed into their natural pool beneath her. She giggled to herself as she swam to join the red head on the couch.
Sarah awkwardly adjusted herself into a proper seat, the cushioning beneath her was darkened and wet, but the presence of her mistress right next to her was far more uncomfortable. She wasn't scolding or hitting her, she just sat there with her eyes closed like she was preparing for a nap.
"Are you not angry mistress?" She tried to look at Nami's face, but could only make it up to her chest.
"Nah, not really." Nami smiled without opening her eyes. "You got excited, and I didn't really say anything about that. I'll just have to be more careful with you in the future. But hey that's why it's called training right?"
"R-right." Sarah could finally allow her muscles to relax, it actually hurt her somewhat.
"Don't worry. Someday I'll make you into the best little slave ever." Nami reached her arm around Fortune's shoulder and pulled her into a heavy hug. "Maybe I'll out your services to some of the sailors, make a pretty coin off your sluttiness."
"I would do my best mistress." Even though she knew she shouldn't have, Miss Fortune smiled for the sixth time all week.
"I know you will girl." Nami praised, stroking Sarah's hair gently as the redhead happily buried her face into Nami's bosom. "Now about your punishment for moving…"
Sarah started to fidget, but ultimately Nami's embrace was just too comfortable to break out of.
"Tomorrow night you're taking me out to dinner. Someplace nice and expensive. Just. The. Two. Of. Us." Nami ordered with a smug grin.
"But… I can't…" sarah weakly protested.
"Weren't you the one telling me not to be afraid earlier? You're a lot of things slave, but not a hypocrite." Nami scolded.
Sarah curled herself inwards, her pride effectively wounded. "Damn, I guess I'm a little too motivational for my own good. Well, I- I guess I can come up with a reason."
"Good girl. You know I love you right?"
"Yeah, same."
"Well then, did you want to get to work?" Nami offered.
"No. We're staying like this until I fall asleep." Sarah tucked her head in closer to Nami's lap.
"Are you telling me what to do?" Nami's voice peaked upwards.
"I guess I am, you'll just have to punish me later, won't you?" Sarah stretched out her legs comfortably. The Tidecaller was now just Sarah's pillow.
"I take it back, you'll never be a good slave. You're hopeless." Nami bemoaned.
"I guess I am." Sarah didn't seem nearly as bothered by it, if her seventh smile of the week was any indication.
A/N:
Hiya, this above is a remake of my older story "Rough seas". The original was rushed out and ultimately something I was never satisfied with so I'm putting this up to replace it. I hope you find it as much of an improvement as I do! As always tell me what you think and let me know if you'd like more from these two!