A/N: A tad darker, this one~ Not too dark compared to some, but a tad dark on the scale of darkness~

...scale of darkness sounds like an RPG crafting item now that I think about it.

Either way, do enjoy~

Short-Sighted

After many arduous missions and collective begging, Kal'tsit eventually allowed the Doctor and a chosen number of subordinates to go to a beach.

It wasn't anything too grand, just one of the many public beaches in the nearest cities, but it was a delightful trip all the same. For many it would be their first time even seeing the ocean, and as such they relished it. From Lappland who floated out in the water playing shark with unsuspecting Operators, to Texas sunbathing on the sand surrounded by her fellow Penguin Logistics members, to Gavial taking a casual walk through the sparse foliage, admiring the various plants within; they all had their own fun.

Eyjafjalla was amongst the dozen or so Operators present. Dressed up in a cutesy pink bikini the goat-girl wandered down the length of the beach, a bright smile glued to her face as she just enjoyed the lapping waves of the ocean. Due to her Oripathy her hearing wasn't that good and her sight wasn't much better, making the rhythmic, low-toned ocean all the more pleasant, like a gentle ASMR right in her ears.

'I should've brought a recorder of some kind...' Eyjafjalla thought to herself, sandals tapping against the cooling sand underfoot. 'The others would love to hear it too, I'm sure...'

The sights too made for a beautiful scene. With the sun starting to set the sky was painted a pale purple hue fading to amber nearer the horizon, the sun slowly dipping beyond it. Undoubtedly the Doctor would call them all back in under an hour or so and they'd head back to their hotel to pack up and leave for Rhodes Island once more; hence why the goat-girl had opted to take a walk alone down the beach, wanting to cement the scene into her mind without anyone to distract her.

Her languid pace carried her towards the end of the beach, the sounds of others gradually growing quieter until they became almost entirely muted, letting her hear the sound of lapping waves... and also the sound of men talking in low, but urgent voices. The latter piqued her attention and brought Eyjafjalla's steps to a stop, curiosity welling up within her as she turned her gaze down towards the end of the beach. Briefly she didn't see the source, only a myriad of jagged rocks and water-worn cliffs present, before she noticed a narrow path between the sea and the edge of the cliff.

'Is someone stuck?' The worrisome thought struck Eyjafjalla then, hurrying her steps as she rushed towards it. 'I-I best check, just to be sure...!'

It wasn't hard for someone of her size to squeeze between the rocks and around the edge of the cliff, surprised to find a small mini-beach just around the corner, sealed off on all sides by cliffs and forming a C-shaped basin. What caught the Caster's attention the most though was the small sailboat on the sand, seemingly beached and with a crowd of men around it, pushing on it with grunts and hushed shouts.

One or two of the men noticed her, enticing Eyjafjalla to put on a smile and start approaching, jogging lightly towards the men. However as she drew closer the smile waned, a note of confusion bubbling up inside her as she noticed how rugged and dirty the sailboat was, clearly not being cared for very well. The men too were especially rough-looking; thick beards or roughly-shaven stubbles, scars and buff muscles, they looked more like a gang of pirates than some helpless sailors.

And as her feet slowed to a stop, Eyjafjalla realised that was exactly what these men were.

''Grab 'er, quick!''

Eyjafjalla's heart leapt up into her chest, a frightened gasp fleeing her lips as two of the men started running towards her. Hurriedly the goat-girl turned and started to run away, her motions lagged by feat and making her stumble over her own feet, delaying her escape-

-and Eyjafjalla cried out in shock as she was tackled from behind. The much larger, heavier man pinned her down to the sand, his meaty hands grabbing her sides before pawing all over her, touching her in places that made her squeak and go red. Any protests however were suddenly silenced as he clasped a hand over her mouth, holding her by her stomach with his other hand and half-dragging, half-carrying Eyjafjalla back towards the boat.

''Mmph! M-Mmph!'' Eyjafjalla desperately shook her head and kicked her legs, but the man kept his grip firm on her – soon joined by a second man who grabbed her kicking legs.

Together they carried her along the beach, almost running with her until they reached the sailboat. Eyjafjalla kept struggling the whole way but the men were far stronger than her, easily keeping her bound as they ferried her onto the sailboat – and her heart leapt up into her throat as the boat beneath them rocked, slowly pushing out into the water. Were they kidnapping her? Had she seen something she wasn't supposed to? Why were they doing this?

Various thoughts of that nature circled through Eyjafjalla's mind as she was dragged by one man along a narrow walkway and down into what she guessed was a crew bunk of some kind – the wide rectangular room host to dozens of bunk beds. And as she looked around Eyjafjalla realised that the room was totally full of the pirates; muscled men sitting in bunks, standing next to them or blocking the stairs; forming a circle around her.

A fact that became all the more acute as she was suddenly released, and then pushed to the floor – eliciting a cry of pain from Eyjafjalla as she fell onto her side.

''O-Ow...'' The goat-girl whimpered, fearfully looking up at the men.

''She's kinda cute.'' One man commented, tilting his head. ''What do we do with 'er, Captain?''

Many heads turned towards one man, distinct only by the old fisherman jacket he wore. He stood nearer the stairs looking at her for a long moment, his gruff visage unflinching even as Eyjafjalla gave him a silent, pleading look – begging to be released, that she wouldn't tell anyone what she saw. If his heart wavered at the sight he certainly didn't know it.

''Do whatever you want.'' The callous words made Eyjafjalla freeze up. ''Just make sure the cargo is secure before you all turn in for the night. We're a long way away from our destination.''

With that the Captain turned and walked back up the stairs that led to the top of the boat, shoving a pair of double doors shut and plunging the room into a dim gold hue – the room illuminated only by the yellow bulbs dangling from the ceiling. For a moment, it felt like nobody moved, the men just shifting about and looking at one another.

Then one of the men stepped towards her. Eyjafjalla squeaked and scampered back, shuffling on her ass and hands, when someone else got behind her and touched her back – eliciting a scared squeak from the Caster as she flinched away. Her fear was like a magnet, drawing the pirates to her in seconds and tempting them to close in; their lustful hands soon reaching her. They touched her thighs, squeezed her legs or touched her chest, the latter feeling incomparable to the one deer-horned man who shoved his hand into her pink bikini bottoms.

''Eek!' Eyjafjalla squeaked, trying to push his hand out only to find her arms pulled back and restrained – forced flat onto her back. ''N-No, stop it! Please!''

The men didn't listen. Instead one man grabbed her bikini top and pulled, snapping the straps easily and ripping it off – eliciting a shriek from Eyjafjalla as her breasts were bared to the room of men, earning a slew of dirty chuckles and comments. The hands holding her arms back loosened their hold enough for the Caster to cover her plump breasts, cheeks aflame with shame, but with little problem two pirates grabbed her arms and pulled them aside again – allowing another pirate to grab her tits and start fondling them, squeezing them painfully beneath his greedy fingers.

The pirate touching her pussy upped the ante as well, a dirty comment leaving his lips right before he yanked her bikini bottoms down – allowing the man to grab her inner-thighs and force her legs apart. Eyjafjalla resisted, kicking her legs and whimpering in terror; her voice muffled when one man shoved several fingers into her mouth, muffling her words and leaving her tongue pushing against his digits in some feeble attempt to force them out.

''Fuck, I'm taking her first.'' The pirate between her legs said breathily, his belt rattling before he shoved his pants down – whipping his cock out. ''Open those legs cutie.''

Eyjafjalla barely heard him over the myriad of voices in her ears and her own panic, but when she felt the bulbous tip of his dick rub her pussy she almost certainly noticed – squeaking in terror and trying in vain to shut her legs, to no avail. His dick rubbed along her entrance, trying and failing to push inside her, the realisation only fuelling her confused terror further. Words bubbled up her throat, half-formed on her tongue-

-when the pirate managed to get the tip inside her virgin sex, and slam the rest in. Eyjafjalla screamed in surprised agony, back arching off the wooden floor as she felt something so thick and hard suddenly push into her body, taking her first time with it. The pirate man groaned deeply at the feeling, his meaty hands digging into her waist as he savoured her tightness, her inner walls strangling his cock.

Then with little warning the man started to thrust. Pulling partway out, shoving himself back in; his movements were short and rough and forced cries of pain out of Eyjafjalla's lips, her head shaking desperately as if begging for him to stop. Her pain though only fuelled the pirate's lust; one man grabbing her by the hair to hold her still before licking her tears up with a dirty chuckle, giving her horn a tug.

''Open that mouth nice and wide.'' Someone else muttered above her.

Eyjafjalla didn't have a say in it; two hands suddenly grabbing her head and forcing it back, making her world turn upside-down as she gazed behind herself – and without warning the man kneeling behind he shoved his dick in her mouth. His cock was thick, forcing itself past her lips and hitting the back of her throat in a single strong thrust. Eyjafjalla gagged at the feeling, eyes bulging wide open as she was unceremoniously spit-roasted by the two pirates, her pussy and mouth full with their cocks.

Then with little warning the two men started to violate her in earnest. The pirate between her legs rocked his hips harder, moans tumbling from his lips plentifully as he forced his cock deep inside her and pulled himself back out, reshaping her insides to better fit his cock. Just feeling something so big inside her pussy left her with a deep, stinging ache, muffled whimpers and cries escaping the goat-girl.

Said sounds were muffled by the other pirate's cock; his shaft plunging past her lips and hitting the back of her throat with every thrust, triggering Eyjafjalla's gag reflex every time. Her tongue unconsciously pressed down against the top of his dick as it forced itself into her mouth, her lips pursing around it but only encouraging the man to face-fuck her, his hands shifting to her horns and using them like hand-holds as he violated her mouth.

''Mmph! Guhk- ugk...!'' Eyjafjalla screwed her eyes shut; gagging helplessly.

''Ohh fuck she's tight.'' The pirate between her legs groaned blissfully, running his right hand along her thigh and groping it. ''Glad we nabbed her before we set off. Been wanting to stick my dick into a woman for weeks now.''

''Hah, her mouth's pretty good too.'' The slimmer pirate fucking her mouth agreed, moaning. ''Doesn't seem to know what to do, but she's got a nice set of horns for pulling.''

''Gonna pull them when I bend her over.'' Another nameless pirate commented, groaning as he stroked himself off. ''Fuck hurry up, I wanna bust in that ass of hers.''

''Fuck, I might cum soon, mind if I use her tits?''

''Knock yourself out.''

Eyjafjalla only vaguely heard the words, her mind consumed by panic and pain – when she felt a heavy weight settle on her stomach. Breathing became much harder because of that, not helped when she felt a dick slide between her boobs followed by a pair of meaty hands grabbing them. The man sat on her stomach wasted no time fucking her chest, thrusting his dick between her breasts and moaning in bliss, unheeding of Eyjafjalla's own muffled whimpers.

However her attention was forced back down onto her waist the as the pirate there pounded her faster, a sharp moan tumbling from his throat in tandem with her shrill cry – his pelvis clapping against hers as he bottomed out in her violated pussy again and again. She could feel his shaft scraping her sore walls, battering her cervix like a ram and making the Caster cry out, her pained sound muffled as a dick down her gullet made her gag once more.

''Oh fuck!'' The pirate swore, digging his fingers into her thighs so harshly he bruised them. ''Here it comes...!''

Skin slapped, flesh smacked – and with a sharp groan the pirate slammed into her pussy and came. Eyjafjalla spasmed at the feeling, a gargled sound of discomfort escaping the goat-girl as rope after rope of heat splattered deep inside her womanhood; pumping deeply inside her. She didn't understand the implications in that instant, too lost in her pain, but the feeling of his sticky heat permeating every inch of her insides left her feeling sick.

A loud moan above her though distracted her from her thoughts, feeling the other pirate's cock slam between her lips – before with a shout he blew his load too. Sticky heat splattered straight down her throat; forcing Eyjafjalla to hurriedly swallow the gloopy load lest she suffocate on it. A task made much harder when her ability to breathe was cut off, the man pushing his pelvis deep against her mouth and resting his balls on her brow, making sure not a single drop of cum escaped her lips; forcing her to swallow it all.

''Ghk... guh... k-kh...'' Spasms travelled up through Eyjafjalla, eyes watering with fresh tears as she ran out of air.

Mercifully the man pulled his dick out before her vision began to darken, prompting the goat-girl to instantly heave in a deep breath. Almost immediately she choked on her own spit, breaking down into coughs that saw spits dribble onto her chin or down her cheek – the sight doing little to deter the men around her. Something that Eyjafjalla realised as one man knelt down next to her, stroking his cock hurriedly in her face.

And then suddenly blew his load. The goat-girl gasped in surprise as ropes of heat splattered over her cheek and nose; her eyes screwing shut just before another spurt landed over her eyes. Unable to raise her hands to cover her face she was forced to just take it, whimpering as cum layered itself over her face – a second man standing over her and shooting his milky load down onto her face as well, getting it in her brown hair and staining her horns with his sticky load.

''Ohh fuck...!'' The man fucking her breasts hissed – and with a moan of his own he too came; spurting thick white ropes between her breasts and up her neck. ''Oh shit... oh fuck yes... Mm... take it...''

Eyjafjalla just sniffled back, eyes still shut. Only when the pirates released her arms did she relax the tiniest bit, hurriedly wiping the cum out of her eyes and tentatively cracking them open, able to breathe somewhat normally as the other pirate climbed off of her stomach – leaving her face and chest sticky with their collective seed. Some of it was leaking out of her pussy too; mixed with her virginal blood and forming a slight puddle between her legs, making Eyjafjalla cringe.

However the pirates weren't done with her – far from it. Eyjafjalla realised that acutely as a Lupus pirate got behind her and picked her up by her underarms, joined moments later by another Lupus that grabbed her waist, forcing himself between her waist. Eyjafjalla had no more resistance in her however; able to only whimper for them to stop even as she felt a cock rub up against her sore pussy, her lips spread – and she cried out weakly as a thick cock buried itself inside her womanhood once more.

''O-Ow...'' Eyjafjalla whimpered, timid as she gazed up into the pirate's lustful eyes... when she felt another cock poke her butt. ''Eh?''

The tip of the other dick slid down, poking her asshole – and Eyjafjalla cried out in shock as it pushed inside. His dick was slightly wet, lubed with spit, but that did little to ease the discomfort of having such a big cock in her ass; the feeling soon forcing a pained wail out of Eyjafjalla. The two pirates just chuckled at her pain though, one holding her underarms and another clutching her hips, balancing them between her as the Lupus behind her fully sheathed himself inside her.

Then with little warning they started to fuck her. Pulling themselves out, spearing back in; they rocked their hips in tandem, filling her pussy and ass with their dicks and fucking a shriek out of Eyjafjalla, senseless cries for them to stop fleeing her lips and doing little more than amuse the two men. If anything it only encouraged them to be rougher with her; the man fucking her pussy speeding up and ploughing her like she was little more than a sex toy to him.

''Ah! N-No, that- eeyah~!'' Eyjafjalla wailed, the sound almost lost amidst the sound of smacking flesh.

The two men didn't just use their hips though. The Lupus man behind her slid his hands down from her underarms to her breasts, greedily groping her plump, rounded tits and squishing them between his fingers. The one busy ruining her pussy on the other hand shifted his hands to her ass, groping her rear as he pounded her and bringing his hand down in the occasional smack – the resounding slap accompanied by a cry of pain from the innocent Caster.

As the men railed her formerly-virgin holes though she felt something prod at both of them. The feeling was slight and slipped from her mind at first, but as she felt them press more insistently against her pussy and asshole she focused – and as she spotted another Lupus man nearby jerking off, she realised what it likely was. A ring of flesh near the base of his cock – like a wolf 's knot.

Just as that thought struck Eyjafjalla, the knots pushed inside her. ''HYAAH!''

The rings of flesh stretched her insides apart, plugging her holes and preventing the cum in her pussy from leaking out. In unison both of the pirates groaned, digging their fingers into her ass and breasts and pounding her with renewed vigour, savagely railing her. Her insides clamped down on their throbbing, swollen cocks but failed to stop them from thrusting into her, the knots stopping the men from pulling out now even if they wanted to.

Their cocks only grew bigger inside her by the second; stretching Eyjafjalla's walls apart as their dicks slammed deep into her. The Lupus ploughing her pussy pressed up against her cervix, so very close to outright breaching it and fucking her womb – leaving Eyjafjalla crying out, spasming between the two men. Their grip on her however was ironclad, and even should they drop her the knots would keep her impaled onto them, assuring they would cum inside her.

''Hah, here it comes girlie...!'' The man pounding her ass moaned. ''Fuck, tight little bitc- guh!''

His cock throbbed – and Eyjafjalla cried out as she felt ropes of heat fill her rear. Not a second later the other Lupus moaned and sheathed himself deep inside her, pumping his semen deep inside her and filling her womb with every hot spurt. Her toes curled at the feeling, shudders spasming through her as they kept cumming; prolonged spurts filling her until her pelvis began to hurt. Even when they finished cumming their knots took their time to shrink.

And when they pulled out a thick deluge of cum leaked out of both her pussy and asshole, earning a round of cheers or snickers from their comrades. Talking between themselves the two Lupus handed Eyjafjalla off to one of their other companions, busying themselves with grabbing a drink from the storage room downstairs.

Eyjafjalla didn't notice it, however. Even as she was laid down on a bed and one of the men got on top of her, his sweaty scent filling her nose and his cock entering her abused pussy, she just shut her eyes and whimpered.

'Doctor... save me...'

X-x-X

It would take another week until the pirate's sailing boat reached its destination; a dirty, out-of-the-way port in a shabby part of a big industrial city.

''Hmph. About time.'' The Captain commented, stepping aside as one of his subordinates climbed the stairs, carrying a crate of stolen goods. ''Alright boys, you know the drill.''

Some cheers came, others groaned; many of them dealing with hangovers from waking up so early, the morning sun still rising beyond the horizon. The Captain ignored it however, instead opting to walk down the stairs into the crew bunks – and then further down into the storage area below. Various crew members were moving about but the Captain paid them no mind, a particular destination in his mind as he walked to the far end of the hull, back to where the brig was located.

The row of metal bars glinted in the dim light, only some flecks of light making it through the small chips in the hull and boards. The small brig was fitted with just a bowl of water and a half-eaten slice of bread... and there, bound to the wall with legs chained apart, laid Eyjafjalla. Tally marks in black ink marred both thighs, legs and even her feet in places – totalling up to over two-hundred creampies. That wasn't even counting the number of men who fucked her but came outside.

He almost pitied the girl.

''Hmph.'' The Captain hummed to himself as he observed her. No life was to be seen beyond the slow rise-and-fall of her bust; her eyes empty and void of light, her spirit broken. ''Might be able to sell you off for a little extra.''

''Do we really have to let her go, boss?'' One of the crew commented behind her, slowing as he passed by him with a crate in his hands.

''Probably should. Can always pick up another broad somewhere else if the boys need an outlet.'' The Captain gruffly said to himself, fumbling about his pocket for a cigarette. ''Heard there's a guy in the red light district who could fix her up. Put a few drugs in 'er, snap her out of it. Might be able to get more use out of her that way.''

''Yeah, maybe...''

Unbeknownst to the two men, only one thought circled through Eyjafjalla's broken mind, like a record on a loop.

'Doctor, save me... save me... save me...'

[END]