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//This is the first draft of a proposed enemy combatant for Euphorian tide

//The enemy and fight scene occurs only during ocean travel and only at night. Attacker is a gang of human pirates who raid by night and seek to steal riches rather than conquer the boat outright.

//Scene Intro

{You listen to the gentle lament of evening as you spend a few blessed moments enjoying fresh air on the upper deck instead of the cramped hold below. Suddenly the clank of grapnels shatters your peace and rebreather-equipped pirates are clambering over the sides! As you draw your weapons a hurled dirk grazes your cheek and sinks into the mast behind you.

You adjust your stance and prepare for combat!}

//Scene description

{You are confronted by a gang of Dark Water Raiders, armed with hooked spears and ugly weapons on chains, they cackle and jeer at you as the advance menacingly.

The pasty humans are clad in sleek, shark-skin outfits and wear surprisingly advanced rebreather helmets, stylized to look like dangerous undersea predators.}

//Enemy Attack 1

{You duck under a thrust spear and catch a thrown blade attached to the end of a long thin chain, but before you can yank its wielder off his feet the hooked spear-head comes back and draws a painful scrap across your flank.}

//Enemy Attack 2

{Swatting aside blows and knocking a foe's cutlass to the floor you feel a chain sweep your feet out from under you and land hard on the decking. You fight your way to your feet before your foes can press the advantage.}

//Enemy Attack 3

{At a whistling signal from the back, the sea dogs pull back momentarily. Before you can press your attack the one who made the signal throws a blob of glittering blue gel; it releases painful electric jolt through you upon impact.}

//Enemy Special Attack (if that sort of thing is allowed, if not then disregard I suck cocks)

{As you fend off the blows of your adversaries a green vial arcs through the air and explodes at your feet. The cloud of green vapor that engulfs you seems to sap your energy and leaves you feeling drained.} (-X AP instead of HP)

//Submission, spit roasted between the Captain and the magister

{Falling to your knees, the chuckling villains begin to crowd around you before a sharp command from the back calls them to attention. A burly rogue you presume to be their leader barks orders.

"Enough of that lads! We're behind schedule because you took so long to beat this little guppy! Now get to work grabbing loot, we'll see to this bit of booty," he says. He grabs his scrawny sidekick, a slender femmeboy wearing a dolphin-head helmet and bandoliers full of strange-looking potions. You groan, partly in pain, partly because of the awful pun as the rest of the crew grumble and begin looting the ship.

Not even bothering to remove his hammerhead-themed helmet, the wicked captain shoves you onto the deck and grips you by your #hipsize hindquarters. At the behest of his leader the thin chemist positions himself in front of you and they quickly peel off your gear.

"Never let it be said I'm no gentleman," the vile rogue chuckles as he roughly gropes your #coinpurselowerlips and gives you a few perfunctory strokes before spitting on his hand and working a wet finger into your #anusvagina. Visibly nervous, the androgynous minion in front of you wastes no time dropping his trousers and letting his below-average erection sway in front of your face.

Cupping your chin almost gently, the chemist pulls your face toward his groin and grinds the underside of his angry red rod against your nose. The salty scent of ocean and musk fill your senses as the finger wriggling inside you is joined by a second. You purse your lips angrily and stare up at the villain above you.

"Best get to work with that mouth little fish. If you can't get him off before the rest of the lads return, I'll let them each have a turn as well." He punctuates his statement by stretching your hole wider and then pulling out with a pop. As the one in front of you continues to grind your face against his genitals you hear the pirate behind you peel off the lower half of his suit and you brace for the inevitable penetration.

The penetration is brutal, his fat cock slamming into your #backdoorchannel with full force, you scream in pain, but in spite of yourself feel a hint of shameful pleasure. Your other captor takes advantage of your open mouth and jams his cock into your open maw, grunting, "the captain said get to work bitch."

The two men quickly get into a steady rhythm, sawing you back and forth, fucking your #anusvagina and throat with no care to your pleasure or pain. Taking the initiative, and in fear of the threatened punishment you try your best to lick and suck at the chemist's phallus, hoping to get him off quickly so he will let you breathe. You find yourself gripping at his thighs to keep from being choked each time he grabs your head and thrusts.

On the other side, the hard rod pounding your hole repeatedly strikes against your #prostateg-spot and in spite of yourself you feel the warmth of arousal growing as your #cockclit perks up and grows erect. What breaths you can take grow ragged with desire and your toes curl as you try to suppress a moan.

"Well well, looks like the little bitch is finally getting used to #hisher place!" the captain laughs as he brings his hand down on your #buttdescriptor cheeks. You yelp at the stinging pain as he spanks you twice more and resumes brutally fucking your #buttpussy. #prefemlube oozes down your thighs as your body betrays you, and you taste dribbles of your oral assaulter on your tongue.

Spit-roasted on two cocks, your grunts and squeals are silenced by the thump of the looters coming back on deck. "Looks like your about out of time, sweet-cheeks," the villain says. Desperate to avoid more brutal poundings, you milk the thin man's balls and slip a finger up his anus, gambling it will get him off before he can offer up more violent protests.

With a gasp and a groan, his unloads his choking load down your throat, and seemingly set off by watching your desperate ministrations the sea dog in your #asscunt explodes as well. Your forcible lovers fill you at both ends until you are leaking and pull their now-limp members out of you with a slurp. You fall to the deck, filthy and used, as they laugh cruelly. The last thing you hear before falling unconscious are the pirates jumping back over the side with their ill-gotten gains.}

//Male domination - remove helmet, oral fixation, dildo fun with a belaying pin.

{The last pirate falls to the deck, his anglerfish-themed helmet hitting the planks with a loud thunk. You pause to catch your breath and survey your "catch" on the deck before you. Two of the rogues stand out, the burly man who seems to be the leader and the androgynous magister who hid behind him. Seeing their defeated, helpless forms stokes the fires within you, and your lips twist into a cruel smile. You bind their wrists, and drag most of the freebooters to the front of the boat to make them watch as you prepare to punish the captain and his minion more personally.

"You got lucky little fish, we'd have had you, and then had you again any other day," the bound man growls at you. Wrenching off his helmet, you see the burly rogue is somewhat handsome, strong features marred only by a small scar on his nose. He glares at you petulantly as you unceremoniously bend him over a barrel. You turn to his girlish sidekick, the potion-throwing annoyance, and chuckle darkly as he visibly shrinks from your grip.

"Whuh-what are you going to do to me?" he mewls as you frog-march him over to his erstwhile superior and position him facing the larger man's upturned backside. You give him no answer besides a sweep to the knees that painfully drops him to a kneel. Comprehension dawning on his face, the prone man starts struggling to rise from his unguarded position, but you quickly put a stop to that with another harsh kick. He continues to spit half-hearted curses until you slice off his pants with his own knife and fashion a gag from the scraps.

That taken care of, you return to the chemist and remove his trousers the same way and consider his limp, undersized manhood for a moment. He babbles protests and weakly struggles against your ministrations, "this simply will not do," you think to yourself. You roughly grope his cock and balls, but it remains flaccid and terrified until inspiration strikes. You take a belaying pin in one hand and smear a thin layer of electric gel on the smooth, rounded handle. You take your improvised violet wand and prod it against the scrawny man's backdoor.

The effect is immediate, he moans in pain and arousal as you slide the wooden peg into his hole and his

9 cm erection jerks to full mast. Using the pin as a guide you press him forward into the unprotected anus of his captain. As you hear both your bitches squeal and grunt you feel your own hardness demanding attention. You whisper into the ear of the magister, "keep going," and pull the line attached to the pin in his ass for emphasis. The man under him screws his eyes shut as the tempo increases, but you note with a wicked grin that his own flopping phallus is beginning to leak liquid pleasure.

You walk around to face the rogue-turned bitch and remove his gag. He opens his eyes and looks up just in time to see your #cocksize member slap down on his face. "It won't suck itself, bitch," you growl as his face turns an even darker shade of red. When he doesn't immediately get to work you begin slapping your cock against his cheeks and rubbing it against his nose. His head is filled with your musky scent as he is bounced back and forth by the inexpert thrusts of the smaller man behind him. Slumping in defeat and lust, he opens his mouth to accept your rod.

Electing to take it easy on him this time, you settle back and let him set the pace, he licks and sucks at your head while the sawing pecker behind him forces his head to bob up and down on your length. When the pace seems too slow you tug on the line and the femmy little sub redoubles his efforts.

Whatever the pirate boss' selfish demeanor, he seems no stranger to servicing men, and his wriggling tongue soon has you writhing in pleasure. You shove your turgid penis deeper into his mouth and feel your head knock at the back of his throat, he once again struggles against his bonds but can do little but ride it out as you begin fucking his throat in earnest. The girly-boy behind him seems equally enthralled as he begins panting with lust and really leaning into his thrusts.

The warm, suckling lips and hot, tight throat of your captive soon push you to your peak and your orgasm washes across your nerves. You come deep in his throat and deposit your first shot straight into his stomach, your successive blasts of semen coat his mouth and then his face, marking his shame for everyone to see. As you ride out the aftershocks of your intense climax you jerk on the line hard and watch it push the thin pirate over the edge. He moans long and loud, filling his leader's bowels before collapsing onto the larger man and panting in exhaustion.

You force your captive to lick you clean before throwing all the buccaneers overboard and re-acquainting yourself with your gear.

Recieve z/xp etc.}

//Female domination - same thing

{The last pirate falls to the deck, his anglerfish-themed helmet hitting the planks with a loud thunk. You pause to catch your breath and survey your "catch" on the deck before you. Two of the rogues stand out, the burly man who seems to be the leader and the androgynous magister who hid behind him. Seeing their defeated, helpless forms stokes the fires within you, and your lips twist into a cruel smile. You bind their wrists, and drag most of the freebooters to the front of the boat to make them watch as you prepare to punish the captain and his minion more personally.

"You got lucky little fish, we'd have had you, and then had you again any other day," the bound man growls at you. Wrenching off his helmet, you see the burly rogue is somewhat handsome, strong features marred only by a small scar on his nose. He glares at you petulantly as you unceremoniously bend him over a barrel. You turn to his girlish sidekick, the potion-throwing annoyance, and chuckle darkly as he visibly shrinks from your grip.

"Whuh-what are you going to do to me?" he mewls as you frog-march him over to his erstwhile superior and position him facing the larger man's upturned backside. You give him no answer besides a sweep to the knees that painfully drops him to a kneel. Comprehension dawning on his face, the prone man starts struggling to rise from his unguarded position, but you quickly put a stop to that with another harsh kick. He continues to spit half-hearted curses until you slice off his pants with his own knife and fashion a gag from the scraps.

That taken care of, you return to the chemist and remove his trousers the same way and consider his limp, undersized manhood for a moment. He babbles protests and weakly struggles against your ministrations, "this simply will not do," you think to yourself. You roughly grope his cock and balls, but it remains flaccid and terrified until inspiration strikes. You take a belaying pin in one hand and smear a thin layer of electric gel on the smooth, rounded handle. You take your improvised violet wand and prod it against the scrawny man's backdoor.

The effect is immediate, he moans in pain and arousal as you slide the wooden peg into his hole and his

9 cm erection jerks to full mast. Using the pin as a guide you press him forward into the unprotected anus of his captain. As you hear both your bitches squeal and grunt you feel your womanhood warming up and demanding attention. You whisper into the ear of the magister, "keep going," and pull the line attached to the pin in his ass for emphasis. The man under him screws his eyes shut as the tempo increases, but you note with a wicked grin that his own flopping phallus is beginning to leak liquid pleasure.

You walk around to face the rogue-turned bitch and remove his gag. He opens his eyes to see your #vaginasize sex descending toward his face. "It won't lick itself, bitch," you growl as his face turns an even darker shade of red. When he doesn't immediately get to work you grip his close-cropped hair and begin grinding your pussy against his face. His head is filled with your musky scent as he is bounced back and forth by the inexpert thrusts of the smaller man behind him. Slumping in defeat and lust, he timidly snakes out his tongue and starts lapping at your lips.

Electing to take it easy on him this time, you settle back and let him set the pace, he licks at your labia and sucks at your #clitsize clit while the sawing pecker behind him repeatedly mashes his face against your dripping delta of desire. When the pace seems too slow you tug on the line and the femmy little sub redoubles his efforts.

Whatever the pirate boss' selfish demeanor, he seems no stranger to servicing women, and his wriggling tongue soon has you writhing in pleasure. You stare into his eyes and coo degrading insults in a gentle voice. As you once again grind your groin against his nose you ask him why he bothers to pretend, what use he has beyond serving and servicing his betters. He once again struggles against his bonds but can do little but try to breathe in the rare moments you let up. The girly-boy behind him seems equally enthralled as he begins panting with lust and really leaning into his thrusts.

The warm, suckling lips and hot, probing tongue of your captive soon push you to your peak and your orgasm washes across your nerves. You come with a pleasured shout and coat his mouth and face with your feminine fluids, marking his shame for everyone to see. As you ride out the aftershocks of your intense climax you jerk on the line hard and watch it push the thin pirate over the edge. He moans long and loud, filling his leader's bowels before collapsing onto the larger man and panting in exhaustion.

You force your captive to lick you clean before throwing all the buccaneers overboard and re-acquainting yourself with your gear.

Recieve z/xp etc.}