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Welcome back everyone who's been reading this series! This is a continuation from this story here so if you feel a bit lost, you might want to go back and read that first one. This particular story has a LOT more sex involved, as our squirrel girl seems to get tossed into one bad situation into...arguably a worse one. Due to some elements in this story, much of this sex might be considered NC, so you have been warned. If you enjoy it though, let me know and tell me what you might like to see next from our erstwhile crew.

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From one ship to another, and from one bad situation to a worse one.

The rueful thought crossed Ellesten's mind as the swoosh and rush of running water and the creaking of blackened wood planks surrounded the cage in which the squirrel girl tried to curl up in and find some level of comfort.

Surrounding her were bars of silver, inscribed with the scribbles and whorls that made up the Illemen's language. The only place silver did not contain her was the floor of the cage, though more of the language ended up carved into the wood boards in which she'd woken up after a magically induced slumber almost a week past.

The raiders that assaulted the ship she'd stowed away on weeks earlier apparently had no use for the cargo, or most of the crew. With few exceptions, they must have dumped their bodies or left them on the rapidly sinking cargo ship, because since waking up Ellesten had only seen three faces remaining from the previous crew. Natago, the ship's captain, Carter the massive bull of a first mate, and Hathen the owl that served as navigator and lookout on the previous vessel. None of them was caged as she was though. From glimpses through the door where they held her cage, she'd caught view of Natago and Carter chained to the benches with the other multi-species slaves, where they strained day and night at the massive oars that propelled the raiding vessel so quickly through the water. She'd been unable to catch a glimpse of Hathen any of the times the red-skinned crew of the raiding vessel brought her meals, a meager bowl of some thick porridge that vaguely tasted of oats.

At least they seemed to have some kind of vested interest in keeping her alive, because they kept her fed, and provided a capture cistern of water, so she had fresh drink. They also pulled her out of her cage twice a day to relieve herself, a fact which at first startled and embarrassed her, especially when it was obvious they were not about to let her go without her guards' watchful gaze. The first two days she couldn't go, and after a few minutes, they'd dropped her unceremoniously back in her cage. After that, the need became strong enough that it didn't matter that they watched, and she relieved herself with a blush over her entire body, even though her guards' gave no apparent reaction to her exposed state.

Otherwise, they left her in the discomfort of her cage, not even big enough to stand up in, and certainly not big enough to stretch out and sleep. Elle found that she had cricks and kinks in places she didn't know she could have, and her poor tail might never recover, even though she did her best to exercise in the little cage to prevent her body from degrading too much.

They travelled this way for day in and out, following the same routine, enough that it practically embedded itself into Elle's brain and numbed her into a half-stupor, enhanced by the near continuous chanting from the Illemen's mages, and the pounding of the drums that kept the oarsmen's time.

*

Natago and Carter ended up chained to the oarlocks with the other slaves. The tiger pushed constantly against the numbing effect he could feel from the chanting mages, the one that wanted to subsume his mind and turn him into their willing laborer. He'd done his work as an oarsman when he first started sailing though, and he found the routine familiar both to his muscles, and to his mind. It let him ignore the magical pressure that wanted to shut his will down, and let him focus on the ship around him.

Over the days, he learned the guards' routine. It seemed they had little regard for the prisoners. With the mages chanting and weaving their magic, just one or two paid attention to the dozens of slaves pulling on the oars. Natago smiled ruefully at that, since he'd never let anyone get that lax on guard duty on his ships.

They'd pressed Hathen into service as their navigator, so he was actually doing much of the same work he did while on Natago's ship, though without the chains...or the whipping, or the casual cruel treatment of the owl's carefully groomed feathers.

The days and nights on the ship were treating all three of them worse in some ways, but the gruel the crew fed them at least seemed nutritious enough to keep them going and in relatively good health. Natago couldn't help but think it was out of some misplaced desire to keep their slaves in good working order.

When first brought on board, they immediately put the three of them to work. They left only Ellesten in a cage, and Natago couldn't help but wonder why they kept her in her own prison behind doors at the front of their ship.

*

The rattle of the cage door as it opened woke Elle from the fitful sleep that had finally overcome her. She only slept in fits and starts at best, so her ears and tail immediately twitched when the silver cage door swung open in front of her. Her two familiar jailors gestured with pointed spears to come out, which she did warily.

"What...what do you want?" She started, "it's not my usual bathroom break time..."

They did not answer them, nor did she know if they even understood her, but the taller one just barked an order at her and gestured towards the door to the rest of the ship. Elle's eyes widened at the implication. She'd not been out of the room containing her prison since they put her on the ship, and she could only wonder what it meant that they had orders to take her somewhere. She also perked an ear as she noticed something else...the incessant drumming had stopped. She wondered at that a moment, though that was apparently a moment too long because she felt a sharp jab from a spear tip prod her in the small of the back. She eeped and rubbed her back as she walked towards the door, flanked on either side by her guards,

"Yeah...yeah...I get it, I get it..."

She walked out onto the deck, her first time getting a glimpse at the full sight of the ship that captured her and sunk her previous ship.

From the raid, at the time the raider's vessel had looked small and sleek, the sloop low to the sea and powered by the rowing crew, but now, on the deck, she could see that the ship was bigger than those first impressions granted. The ship sat low in the water, indeed, but the hull seemed to have a significant portion that sat beneath the water level. As the guards prodded her towards the back, she looked up and took in the great triangular sail. A dozen benches flanked the mast on either side, with 3 beings of various kinds chained down to them, she even noticed a few of the Illemen's own people among the chained. The oars were shipped, as obvious by the way the wood shafts secured by locking under the benches, and it looked like as many of the oarsmen as possible were trying to sleep in their seats.

She noticed Natago chained fourth bench from the back, and Carter chained a couple of benches further. They both looked like they were sleeping, and the captain had been stripped of his clothes and left in just the same worn canvas breeches as every other oarsman. She breathed a small sigh of relief that they looked not too worse the wear, though both of them looked like they had both healing marks and fresh ones on their bodies, both bruises and small cuts indicating a whip.

She spared a look around while she tried not to walk too slowly to get another poke from the spear, and with a further moment of relief, she spotted Hathen on the poop deck, a chain around his waist attached to the deck, and manacles around his wrists. They must be using his incredible vision, she figured silently to himself.

Another poke with the spear tip sent a yelp from her throat, and she danced forward another couple of steps before she hurried forward. At the sound though she noticed Natago's ears flick in her direction, and she could have sworn his eyes cracked, just a little bit.

She wasn't given time to wonder any more then that though, before the two guards pushed her stumbling down a set of steps into the bowels of the ship.

Again, she was surprised at the space there, the ship was deceptively large, she could see actual spaces for wooden bunks, double stacked instead of the traditional hammocks, and an under-deck cargo hold looked stocked with barrels and boxes of all shapes and sizes. The guards marched her past the rows of bunks, some filled with both men and women of the red-skinned race. In several cases, Elle noticed they did not bother wearing clothes of any kinds in their bunks, and she couldn't help but blush at their nudity.

The two guards eventually stopped her in front of a solid looking door. This one had the dark stained wood banded with bronze or brass fittings. The one on her right stepped forward and rapped hard on the wood, while the other kept his spear at attention at her side. Elle's tail trembled slightly as she waited, both with worry and with curiosity at what could be behind the door.

What she did not expect was the sound of a distinctly feminine voice coming from the other side speak something in their crude (to her ears anyway) language. Her escort stepped forward and opened the door, and then roughly pushed her inside.

Elle's eyes widened as she took in the spacious chambers that she found herself in. They looked nothing like the captain's chambers on the Deep Sail. Where Natago kept his quarters spartan and utilitarian, these looked like they could have come from any luxury hotel in the capital. Silks and drapes covered the walls, which gave the room a larger feel, while several piles of pillows piled in various places in the room offered additional comforts. Low legged tables adorned with gold filigree and carvings of all sorts occupied several prominent places in the room, covered in foods Elle had only heard described in letters from her brother. Her mouth watered immediately as the scent of the delicious tidbits reached her nose, and she couldn't stop an agitated twitch of her tail at the feast. A slightly sweet incense smoke also drifted lazily around the room and coiled almost as if drawn by the single occupant of the room.

Elle tried not to let her jaw drop when her eyes finally took in the sole occupant of the room. A woman lounged in the pillows at the center of the room, a goblet in her hand, and her eyes on Elle as she watched the squirrel girl's reactions. All of the men and women of the red-skinned race she'd seen so far seemed toned, in-shape and ready for action like a coiled spring, but this woman looked like something else entirely. Unlike the course tension that underlined the others, she seemed more at ease, but more dangerous all at the same time. Elle was immediately of the mind of a snake at lounge, but wary of prey it could snap up at a moment's notice...and this woman had certainly plenty of bait.

She did not wear the functional cloth or leather of the others. For her soft, silky, nearly transparent robes in black spider web fabric seemed like it floated just barely away from her skin, as though afraid to truly grace her with a touch or caress. The robes left nothing hidden beneath, and Elle could easily discern the woman's lush form, from her full breasts with darker, largish nipples, down to a black loincloth fastened around her waist with a dragon-shaped clasp. Night black hair poured down around her horns and fell to the pillows, but would likely be as long as the small of her back, while her tail shifted slightly back and forth as the two females regarded each other.

The guard's rough hands suddenly grabbed Elle's shoulders and pushed her down into the singular wooden chair in the room, and they stood on either side of her as the robed woman gracefully stood up from her place in the pillows and approached the squirrel.

Elle stifled a gulp and looked up into...well, the Illemen's bust, as in this position the taller woman definitely had the height.

In a soft, melodic voice, she said a few words in her own tongue, then noticing Elle's confusion; she smiled slightly and tried again,

"You do not speak our language, yes? I speak in your tongue then, yes?"

Elle jerked her head suddenly, mouth dry as she stuttered, well aware of the two guards still flanking her,

"Y...yes...I mean...I don't speak your language."

"Then we will speak yours,"

even speaking the same language Elle thought the woman's voice somehow managed to keep the same fluid cadence and musical tones she had when speaking her own language. Elle blinked when she noticed she was staring, and the red-skinned woman watched her knowingly.

"It is polite, yes...to exchange names when greeting, is it not?" The woman gestured to herself and smiled, "I am Tala, in your tongue...now, you will tell me your name, yes?"

Elle gulped and stammered out her response, "I...I am Allen...that's what they call me," she started, but stopped when a frown creased Tala's features.

"No...no, that is umm, male name...now we are friends, yes? No need to use bad names," Tala reached forward, and with a start, Elle noticed long fingernails, painted black, sharpened to near talons, extended from her fingertips. She pressed those sharp nails up under Elle's chin, which forced her muzzle up so she had to look in Tala's eyes. "So...again, tell me name, yes?"

Elle nodded again, more shakily, "It's...its Ellesten..."

Tala smiled more widely at that answer and nodded, "Yes, is a good name, much pretty name for girl." Elle shivered slightly when those black talons caressed down the front of her throat and brushed over her chest. She squirmed as she watched Tala's snake-like gaze and the amusement translate through her features.

"Ellesten...would you like food? Drink? Is tight in cage, we know...but we make up to you, you can eat, can drink, if you like."

Elle looked over the table spread, and then glanced at the two guards. Her mouth watered, but she hesitated, she didn't know what they did to the food. They could have drugged her daily porridge, but in this place, she suddenly felt much more nervous.

Apparently reading her expression again Tala laughed again, "Food is good! Watch, I will eat some so you have nothing to worry." So saying, Tala reached out, plucked a few morsels from each plate, and ate them in front of Elle, whose mouth was watering even more heavily. When Tala took a long drink from a wineskin Elle could take the temptation no longer.

"Yes...yes please, I want to eat. Please!"

Tala smiled benignly and nodded to her guards. The hand that had been ever-present on her shoulder lifted, and Elle practically fell forward as she rushed over for the food and drink.

After weeks of porridge, and further still more weeks of hard tack and salt pork, the food was like an overwhelming pleasure on her tongue. She practically fainted as the spices, sweet, savory flavors, the juicy fruits; the fatty meats all met her tongue and washed across her taste buds. She almost groaned with the flavors, and a warm feeling of pleasure started spreading through her body as it received the good food for the first time in such a long time.

They left her alone as she stuffed her muzzle until her eating slowed, and she was just sipping at the wineskin. She started when she felt sharp talon tips caress the back of her neck, and a soft voice whisper in her ear.

"Is such good food, yes...now you maybe talk some with me? I have such questions about your home; it must be so pretty,"

Elle shook her head, "It's nothing special," she said hurriedly, as she stuffed a couple more tidbits into her mouth, lest they end up taken away. "It's just a fishing town...nothing ever happens there."

Tala tasked and slid to her hip next to Elle. The squirrel found her gaze drawn to the red woman's nearly exposed breasts before she blushed and ducked her head. Her head felt fuzzy, and she was definitely feeling warm all over, which made it harder to focus on anything else.

"It must be special...hometown of the future arch mage...must be special indeed. Like you are special," Elle's head snapped around at that and she suddenly backed up onto her hands,

"N...no, you are wrong...not special, I'm not special," she found her words tumbled over each other as she tried scooting away. She ended up backing up into the legs of one of her guards. She looked up and her head swam as she realized he was now nude, and she was looking up directly at his red-skinned malehood. He gave a smirk, and she suddenly looked back to Tala.

The robe had somehow been lost, and with her breasts fully exposed, Tala practically slunk towards Elle. Her fingertips again found the underside of Elle's chin and Tala flicked her tongue over her lips as she continued,

"Of course you are special...you resisted our mages much longer than the others. You are the future arch mage's sister, you are special, yes? We just find out how special,"

Tala leaned forward, and though Elle tried drawing back, the woman's lips found hers into a heated kiss. Elle had a moment of thought and a startled realization,

Huh, her tongue is forked...and here I go again,

before her head spun again, and she blacked out.

*

The first thing Elle noticed when she started waking again was the heated, throbbing ache between her thighs. She felt soaking wet and as she moved slightly she bit back a moan as her thighs rubbed against each other, which sent another surge of throbbing heat and wetness from between her thighs. She had a deep, needy ache, and she realized with a sudden start that the feelings were very much like when she was with Carter, when he was in one of his particularly nice moods and gave her attention before he took her. This feeling was so much more intense though, it felt like she needed something inside her, anything, and something to give the heat some kind of relief. She desperately tried to bring her hands forward, which is when she noticed the second thing. They'd tied her hands behind her back, secured so fully she could not pull them forward at all. They also bound her legs together, she could barely move them, and the small squeezes she managed were not enough to dull the ache between her thighs.

Then her eyes flicked forward, and she heard a soft grunt, a moan, and a soft slapping sound coming from in front of her. She licked her lips, suddenly dry, and opened her eyes slowly, to find out just what they were about to do to her. Her eyes snapped open though, when she realized they were not planning to do anything to_her_.

Tala was back at her place in the larger pile of pillows at the front of the cabin, but this time it seemed Elle's two guards had joined her. None of them wore any clothing, so the dusky red of their skin and every detail of their bodies were open to Elle's gaze.

The three of them were moving together, Tala between the two of them on her side, stretched out nice and long. One of her legs rested on the pillows, while her other hooked back over the first guard's hip. He stretched beside her, and as Elle watched, his long, thin-looking cock slid in and out of Talia's spread open pussy. As they moved together, it created the soft slapping sound she'd heard. His hips slammed up against her with each thrust, and she encouraged him with a hand on his ass and her ankle hooked his leg and pulled him close.

The other guard knelt at her head, and though his cock looked a bit shorter, and thicker, Tala slid her head up and down over its length in long, rhythmic strokes. Even as Elle watched, Tala slid her head all the way back and flicked the tip of her forked tongue back and forth over the second guard's tip. She drew it up under his crown and then sucked just the head between her lips. In response, he groaned and gently guided her movements with his hands. She certainly didn't look like she objected when he grabbed her horn and thrust slowly into her mouth either, as his cock filled her mouth fully before he withdrew.

Elle's mouth just opened and closed as she tried to form words, a sound, an objection, anything, but the heated need between her thighs preempted any additional words. When Tala withdraw from sucking the guard at her head, slid her mouth down, and then ran her tongue over his smooth sac, under his shaft, and then all the way up to the underside of his tip, while the other guard slammed fully into the woman's obviously wet pussy Elle could not restrain herself anymore. She squeezed her thighs together and let loose a choked out moan, which filled the room with her youthful voice.

Tala and the two guards noticed the outcry, and with a wicked smile, Tala's lips slipped off the first guard's cock with a 'pop'. She nodded to the other guard, and with a wet sound pulled up off his cock. The two guards merely grinned to each other and lay back on the pillows; their hard manhoods standing straight up from their bodies, while they stroked themselves lightly.

Tala walked over to Elle with a slow, sultry step. Elle could smell the woman's sex, a heady scent that caught her nostrils and provoked another moan, especially when she could see glistening wetness that stained the space between the red woman's thighs. Elle squeezed her thighs together again; trying vainly to get some additional friction, enough to get off, to enhance the pleasure, do anything to relieve the heat and wetness.

"W...what did you do to me?" She whimpered as Tala knelt down in front of the tied up squirrel.

"I? I do nothing...yes, you take big dose of enhancer," she commented as she gestured towards the table with the remnants of the food.

"En...enhancer?"

"Yes...is herbs we put in food. Special mix, it makes food taste better, plus enhance pleasure after meal, so can enjoy it fully."

Tala smiled wickedly and slid her hand forward into the top of Elle's shirt. The squirrel groaned and pressed her chest forward as she felt the woman's hand caress over her small breasts, and the tip of a dark talon brush against her nipple. She cried out as it seemed the sensation was heightened a hundred-fold and spiked directly down to her clit, but even still it was not enough for her to get off.

"We take in food...when of age, so not affect us as strongly. Still makes pleasure...higher though, yes?"

Tala continued smiling as she reached between her thighs and stroked her fingertips over her wet sex. Elle's nostrils flared as the other woman brought her wet fingers upwards and held them under Elle's nose. The scent was heady, overwhelming, it nearly fogged her brain over again, and the squirrel found herself struggling against the ropes.

"Please...please...it aches so much." She begged,

"Other race...they don't know the enhancer, so no tolerance. You eat so much too...poor girl. Well...now you know!" Tala continued in a bright voice, "Next time...you can answer questions first...and not take so much, so enhancer will be better for you."

"N...next time...please, no...I need something now...please..." her voice sounded as desperate as she felt. She could feel the heat just grow and grow, and if she were to look, she'd bet her breeches would practically be soaked through.

Tala shook her head, "No...no, not this time. You just have food this time, and think about questions and answers." She smiled wickedly again, "You get to watch though, before you go back to cage."

Elle watched unbelievably as Tala then stood up and turned away once again so she could return to the attentions of the two guards. They never moved from their positions, and their cocks were still rock hard. Elle could feel her mouth watering for them in their differences, even as without ceremony Tala picked the right one and straddled his hips.

Elle moaned practically the same moment that Tala did as she guided the guard's cock upwards between her thighs and sat down on his fat cock. The other guard shifted over, and Tala bent over to the side to resume her oral ministrations, now taking in the longer, thinner cock into her mouth. Even as Elle watched Tala dropped her head almost all the way down and took the red-skinned flesh down until her mouth nestled against his sac. At the same time, the other male reached down, grabbed Tala's ass, and started thrusting up into her.

From her position, she had the perfect position to watch the three of them cavorting together, and as they moaned, grunted and moved, Elle tried repeatedly to get some kind of pressure, friction, or attention to her needy pussy.

It was to no avail though, they made her watch the three of them as Tala eventually tired of being on top and shifted over onto her back. Immediately the guard shifted over as well, but rather then thrust back in he slid down her body and probed Tala's bare-skinned pussy with two fingers. As he opened her, Elle was caught in the erotic sight of Tala's bare pussy lips exposed to her, so much more exposed then her own furred cleft. The other guard was much more active though, he crawled up on top of Tala and straddled her chest.

Tala reached up and guided his cock between her lips, and then slid her hands around behind to his ass. She grabbed him and held on as the male started thrusting vigorously into her mouth, accompanied by the wet slurping sounds of her mouth and throat working to take as much of him as she could. Tala's thighs stayed spread as well, so Elle could watch as the other male expertly toyed with her inner and outer lips, flicked his tongue in short quick strokes over her clit, and used his other hand and toyed with his own cock between his thighs.

Elle licked her lips at that sight as well, and she was suddenly thrown back to her memories of the times sucking off Carter in his cabin. The way it made her wet, the way she loved feeling him pulse between her lips, especially when he was fucking her mouth as the guard was doing to Tala as well. That made her groan again, and she watched with fascination as the guard at Tala's head suddenly withdrew and hovered over her. He quickly stroked himself and Elle jerked almost at the exact same time his cock twitch, and thick, ropey streams of cum spurted from his tip. Tala caught most of the spurts in her mouth, but a few decorated her chin, her lips, and over her cheeks as he let loose copious amounts of his seed. It was not as much as Carter, Elle noted, but she barely had time to realize that fact before she noticed Tala get up again from the pillows. While one guard lay in the pillows, his cock quickly wilting after his climax, the other followed behind Tala as the woman approached the bound squirrel.

Elle didn't even have time to object before Tala suddenly reached forward and kissed Elle firmly on the muzzle. With a stifled moan, she realized that Tala was sharing the guard's climax with her. Her tongue found the salty, bitter heat somehow even more arousing, especially when she found Tala's forked tongue twisting around her own flat tongue.

Elle tried thrusting her chest out, pushing up against Tala, anything to get more sensation between the two, but Tala merely broke the kiss and withdrew with a wicked smile.

"Sweet little Ellesten...enhancer so much for you...here, let me help." Tala gestured to the other guard, who stepped forward and stood right in front of Elle. In this position, his cock bobbed mere inches from Elle's muzzle, but she could do nothing about it even as Tala slipped up behind him and circled a hand around his shaft. Elle whimpered as her eyes fixated on the tip of the male's cock, where a slow stream of his pre-cum leaked out with each long pump of Tala's hand along his shaft. He closed his eyes and his breathing came heavily as Tala kissed the side of his throat and pumped his cock. Elle just shivered and whimpered as his cock moved up and down with Tala's strokes, and her hand coated with his pre-cum.

It seemed like forever, but must have only been a couple of minutes before the guard humped his hips into Tala's strokes. After a few more pumps, his cock exploded with his orgasm. Elle squeaked and whimpered as jets of cum spurt out across her muzzle, over her chin, and decorated her chest and the front of her clothes. Tala continued stroking him, getting each sticky stream from him until he could no longer produce anymore. Elle, for her part, just continued whimpering, groaning and squeezing her thighs as she felt like her arousal was going to burn her up inside.

Tala looked over Elle and smiled a wicked, snake-like smile before she said something to her two accompanying guards. Then, still naked she walked back to her pillows and glanced back at Elle,

"We talk later...enjoy more food and enhancer together...yes? For now, you go back, safer there."

Her eyes narrowed, turning her smile altogether more sinister as the two guards, still completely unclothed, grabbed Elle from the chair. Elle didn't know what they did, but her body came free from the chair without her arms and legs becoming free. The bigger of the two then bodily pulled Elle up over his shoulder and carried her back to her cage, moaning all the while and trying to grind against his shoulder to get some additional stimulation to her pussy and clit.

She was given no relief though, and when the two guards tossed her in her cage, arms and legs still bound, she curled up in the corner, wrapped her tail around her, and trembled, while the impossibly hot wetness and arousal from the 'enhancer' coursed through her body.

*

The next several days brought a change in Elle's routine. The first night, with arms and legs bound was the worst, but after several hours, she eventually felt the effects of whatever herb or drug they fed her wear off, and her arousal eased, though it left her inner thighs soaked and smelling of her scent. The guards returned in the morning as well at their usual time for her to relieve herself, at that time they untied her, and though she suspected their expressions had a bit more of a sinister cast then she'd originally thought, they did not do anything other than guard her while she took care of her morning needs.

She didn't realize anything had changed until it was time for her food. The guards no longer brought her a bowl of porridge; instead, they brought succulent tidbits and foods that Elle saw on Tala's table. Slices of meat and fruits, cooked vegetables and legumes accompanied freshly cut root and berry salads that made Elle's mouth water every time she saw them.

At first though, Elle refused them. She just knew they laced the food with the same 'enhancer' as before, and she couldn't stand the thought of going through that ache again, even if they left her hands free. So when they brought her the food, she would toss it out of the cage again, and drink only the water from the cistern.

The guards never reacted to her refusal of the food, they just picked up the flatware, picked up the utensils, and someone always came later and cleaned up the remnants she left strewn across the floor.

Elle resisted, she thought, quite well, at least for the first couple of days. The water sustained her and kept her feeling full, even as the moist, succulent tidbits tempted her with their amazingly delicious smells. Each skipped meal made the next one seem even more delicious then the last, and Elle wondered just how much of their supplies they could afford to waste on one prisoner, especially since there were no indications they were anywhere near any form of land. She didn't even hear the sounds of the oars and drums nearly as often, it seemed wherever they were going, there was no longer any hurry for them to get there.

She lasted four days...four days before the headaches became too much, and the grumbling in her stomach no longer quieted when filled with water, before her willpower broke.

She was careful though, when they brought the bowls of fruit and succulent vegetables she only took a few mouthful of the food. She ate enough that the grumbling stopped, but no more, no more than a half dozen mouthfuls of the offered foods. The two guards gave her leering smiles as she ate the food, and at their expressions, she stopped, and with a groan of frustration tossed the remainder of the food outside the cage.

The heat started no more than twenty minutes later. It seemed like it spread out from her stomach and curled around every part of her body. All of a sudden, everything felt more sensitive, and she could feel an ache and the wetness start to build between her thighs.

She somehow thought it would be easier to take with less food, but somehow, being awake as the effect took hold was somehow even worse. She could feel the tingling as her nipples tightened and brushed against her rough shirt, and she pressed her thighs together as she squirmed as well. She could feel her body practically dripping, artificially brought on or not, and with a loud groan and final look up at the two guards that watched with unsettling intensity she thrust her hand into her breeches and between her thighs.

She panted as she stroked herself feverishly, at first the feeling of the flats of her fingers sliding on either side of her folds and pinching her clit was enough. The initial spikes of pleasure coursed through her and countered the burning heat somewhat. She rubbed quickly though, exploring her inner and outer lips and trying to get off as quickly as she could, to get some relief. She could feel the wetness as it soaked her fingers and the slippery liquid just seemed to make it even worse. She quickly stroked her fingertips over the pearl of her clit roughly, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the intense feelings of pleasure that suddenly rocked through her and sent spasms through her inner muscles and her hips jerking.

She sighed in relief as the orgasm coursed through her and brought some sort of relief from the drug. It also brought a veritable flood from between her thighs, as she did not know she could even produce that sort of wetness in such copious quantities.

The relief was short lived though as she felt heat build again, and the ache rebuilt in its intensity. She couldn't help it, another groan, this time of frustration slipped from her lips as the drug brought her wetness out again. Elle whimpered as she squeezed her thighs, and with a frantic push, wriggled her way out of her breeches so she could more easily access her sloppy, wet pussy. Her fingers found her entrance and Elle shoved them as deep and far inside as she could as she tried to fill the deep ache inside her.

Her eyes opened, and through her drug and lust fuelled haze, she noticed both guards watching her with those same leering expressions, their loincloths tented with their erections, though they made no moves to satisfy those urges. Knowing they watched her made it even worse, if that were possible, and as she plunged her fingers in, and ground, her palm against her clit Elle couldn't help but whimper and turn over in some effort to hide her crazed activities from their gaze.

Her fluffy tail swished beside her, and she tried to curl it around her, but she found she soon was losing much control as her rough fingering was provoking another intense climax from her body. She bit her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out as the muscles in her pussy suddenly clamped down and she felt another hard spasm around her intruding fingers. She panted through her nose even as she rode out the orgasm, while still pounding her squeezing muscles with her fingers.

That orgasm was not enough though, even as she slumped down to the floor of the cage she could feel the ache still resonated through her, demanded more, wanted her to cum again, to seek satisfaction, and find something to satisfy her. She panted in such a way that it almost came out like tears as she rolled onto all fours, she planted her head on the floor of the cage, and her fingers found her soaked pussy and clit once again as the drug rolled through her.

*

That first night they left her to her own devices, her own fingers saw her climaxing almost more times then she could count, but without it giving her any real relief. Her cage smelled like her sex, her breeches ended up soaked almost through her fluid, and the ache burned through her for several hours. When it was over, and her fingers could no longer move on her abused clit, and her pussy was so sensitive it nearly made her whimper just to touch it, she collapsed into the bottom of the cage and let sleep overtake her.

It was two days before she risked eating again. Just a few mouthfuls again, enough to keep her from starving, or so she thought.

The drug hit her again, and she tried resisting it the second time. She bundled up her clothes and curled up, trembling, nude, wrapped in her tail in the corner so she wouldn't get her clothing any more covered with her wetness then they already were while she felt the burn sliding along her body almost seductively. In her heightened state her nipples brushing against her own fur was enough to send a shiver through her, and she almost gasped at the intense pleasure of the feeling. The guards, as always, just watched her. She occasionally heard them say something to each other in their own language, some comment, too short to be more than a comment about her as she lay curled in her little ball.

That night was almost as bad as the night she let the drug overwhelm her, she couldn't sleep, and when the drug wore off she ended up harried looking as the lack of sleep and the strain of resisting the powerful urge left every muscle in her body tense and sore.

It seemed like it became a game to the guards watching Elle, they would bring her food laced with the drug and would watch. The way they talked Elle thought they were taking bets on whether she would eat or not, and if so, whether she would try to relieve the resulting effects of the drugs.

Elle did her best, but always, after a couple of days her hunger would get too much for her, or she thought that this would be the time she could resist the effects of the drug, and she would eat the food the guards offered. She would then either fight, or concede to the effects of the drug, alternately curling up and rocking herself as she resisted the urges as they burned through her with whimpers and cries of unfulfilled need, or by practically rubbing herself raw as she tried to cum hard enough to somehow relieve the drug-induced arousal. One evening she even tried using the bars of the cage, wantonly grinding her pussy against the hard, cool, metal bars, heedless of the two guards as they watched her and leered. That night had her blushing and red even more as the humiliation at giving into her lusts overcame and enhanced the effects of the drug. Both guards gave in for that evening as well; they unabashedly removed their loincloths and stroked themselves off right in front of her.

Through her hazed brain, she could barely resist the urge to beg when she saw their hard cocks as they bobbed and moved as they stroked themselves. Her gaze clouded over a bit, and something about their scent both relieved, and accented the feeling from the drug. When they finally came, staining the wood decks right outside her cage, she groaned in frustration and frantically rubbed herself to orgasm against the cool silver bar at being so close, but denied any opportunity to do more, as part of her instinctively hoped they would be able to give her relief.

*

Another cry came from behind the locked door where Natago's gaze fixed after every time he watched guards head into the room that contained Ellesten. The other chained slaves around him didn't even flinch at the sound, but he could barely suppress the low growl that threatened to come up in his throat. He'd heard the rumors of what the lllemen did to their prisoners, but until that week ago when he'd watched the young squirrel girl hauled back to her prison, writhing, crying and practically reeking of sex had he ever really believed the extent of all of the stories.

He clasped his hands tightly around the chains that held him on his bench and gently worked them back and forth while he tried to block out the sounds that came from the squirrel girl. True, she'd not exactly been much while on his ship, but she'd proven she could keep up with the men of his ship, and even if Carter bullied her into trading sex for her passage, he wasn't about to let these creatures do whatever they wanted to her. He continued working the chain back and forth, feeling just an infinitesimally small amount more sway every time he pulled it. When they'd chained him down at this bench, he'd noticed that they'd not maintained several of the bolts holding the chain to the deck, and as he worked at the chains, the more corroded, worn bolts were slowly cracking and flaking apart under his movements.

In the weeks since his capture, when not forced to pull an oar next to furs so numbed by slavery they could barely think beyond their next meal or next stroke, he worked at the chain slowly, which rewarded his efforts as the bolts slowly gave way. He thought that just a day or two longer might break them loose, which would free him from his secured position to the deck.

Natago glanced back to Carter, who sat a few rows behind him and feigned rest, though the bulls' eyes watched the captain's movements carefully. Natago knew that the big bull could probably wrench his way free of the chains whenever he wanted, but with the guards, and that blasted mage watching he most likely wouldn't make it far. Natago carefully formed a few gestures with his hands in a simple sign language his crew knew from their times running silent through dangerous waters and fog banks where sound would carry much further then limited sight would.

quarter sail, rigging snapped, man overboard bow, rescue ahead

Carter nodded slowly and returned the gesture with a few of his own, carefully licking his muzzle as he did so and watching as a red-skinned guard walked by.

rigging snapped, full sail, at the ready

Or, roughly translated:

"Quarter of the bolt left before the chain comes free, Elle is forward, we need to get her."

"Ready when you are, I can go at any time and break the chains."

Natago nodded as well again and continued working the chains slowly. Compared to the other slaves, he was still near his physical prime, but the weeks of basic food, poor water and no real sleep were wearing on him, and these last few bits of metal holding the bolts in place were becoming harder and harder for him to work through. He was afraid if he didn't break through soon he would no longer have the strength to do so. He also noticed the chanting, rhythmic magic of these demonic creatures was wearing on his mind nearly as much as his body, after every session of rowing he found it harder to shake the fugue that engulfed his brain and compelled him to row with the other slaves.

He also worried at Hathen. The owl, though better treated as a service slave, was looking a bit ragged as well. Given a little more freedom to move around the deck, the owl's feathers were looking a bit haggard, showing that the stress and mistreatment he suffered were making him suffer as well. The tiger had no doubts though, that if he wanted to escape he would need the owl's keen eyes so they could take advantage of any attempt to get off the ship and find someplace with a friendly port to go. Natago had already identified the ships' lifeboats. The skiffs looked sturdy, set up as self-sufficient vessels as needed, so they had their own smaller masts and sails. He also had noticed with some disgust that there was only enough, most likely, for the crew of the vessel, the slaves no doubt went down with the ship if needed. A small lifeboat/sloop like that one could likely carry them away from the main vessels quickly, if given a chance.

Another cry and moan from the front cabin sent Natago's teeth grinding slightly, especially when a male groan of pleasure answered, followed by laughter. He ducked his head down and just worked at the bolts.

Just two more days,

Just one more day,

Just one more hour.

The phrases ran through his head as his eyes fixed on the creaking, flaking, cracking bolts beneath him and tried to shut out the sounds he heard from ahead.

*

Elle sat in the chair in Tala's cabin again, trembling as she watched the red-skinned and voluptuous woman take another morsel of food and pop it into her mouth. Elle had stopped putting on her clothes days ago, as the ship was not cold, the heat from the food she ate constantly kept her aching and soaked, and her clothes were doing little anymore then soaking up her scent and heightening the effects of the drug. After she'd given in and the guards masturbated in front of her cage, she'd stopped trying to hide herself whenever she tried working off the effects of the drug. She rationalized that it didn't matter if she played their game, they could take anything, see whatever they wanted anyway whenever they wanted. Another part of her just found it even hotter when they watched her finger herself, lick her fingers and stroke her clit, or otherwise try to find some relief from the drug she now didn't bother trying to avoid taking.

Every meal was now just a renewal of the heated, aching arousal she felt, and she was surprised that she was actually getting somewhat used to the feeling. It still left her soaking, trembling, and weak, but she no longer cared. When she thought she would be overwhelmed, she would play with herself until she came hard enough to get the feelings to abate a bit, and other times she would just cry and moan as she let the feelings course through her.

Tala was watching her, the woman's snake-like slit eyes narrowing as they inspected the young, nude squirrel as she trembled and squirmed in her seat. Her tail swept behind her slowly and she popped another piece of fruit in her mouth, then stood, and walked over to the naked squirrel.

"We talk now yes? You like the food given? I see you still not used to the enhancer, I hope is not to strong for you, yes?"

Elle panted a little, and licked her lips, before she focused on woman. This time Tala hadn't even bothered with a loincloth beneath her transparent robe. The gauze-like fabric merely brushed her skin and did not hide the woman's bare pussy and full breasts.

"I'm...I'm...getting used to it..." she tried to say bravely, which provoked a low throaty giggle,

"Oh yes...so used. It must ache so much, yes?" She stepped away and took a long drink from the goblet,

"Is a way to stop...you know? Lessen the heat, lessen how long it lasts. Young Dracraenen are taught quickly...is way to both build tolerance, and has...other effects."

Elle's eyes widened,

"There's an antidote? P...please, will you give it to me?"

"Is easy secret...has to do with our race," Tala smiled impishly and licked her lips lightly with her forked tongue, "but first, you tell me about your people, yes? Your brother? Your town and your kingdom? You tell and I tell you secret, then you can have all food you want with enhancer, and you know how to cure effects!"

Elle hung her head, her chest heaving as she felt the heat and ache gnawing at her middle. She panted and then nodded weakly, "Yes...yes, I tell. I will tell you what my father told me."

Tala practically beamed and leaned forward. A finger brushed over Elle's nipple, provoking a gasp, and then Tala leaned into Elle's view.

"Good good! Then we will be good friends, yes, and you get full benefits of enhancer...yes."

*

The last bolt was creaking, grinding and then with a crack that Natago quickly tried to stifle with his foot gave way, and his chains jerked up from the deck. He quickly looked up and glanced around, but it looked like no one else noticed the sound, and the sight of the chain breaking wasn't even acknowledged by the poor brain-numbed fur that shared his seat. He looked up and nodded slightly, the timing was near perfect as well, or at the very least luck must be on their side. The night was cloudy; overcast, without much in the way of starlight to see by, so other then fog, perfect conditions for them to escape if they had any chance at all at getting to the boats.

A couple of hours earlier he'd watched the two brute guards pushed Ellesten to the back decks again, they'd not even bothered covering her with clothing. She was completely nude, and the way her scent reached his nostrils, he'd had to ignore a suddenly inappropriate erection tenting his breeches. She barely protested as they'd moved her, and the gazed look on her face convinced him they'd drugged her, or worse.

Instead, once he saw that he worked harder at getting the last bolt securing the chain free from the deck, an effort that just rewarded him. He gathered up the chain in his hands and looked back over his shoulder again. As he suspected, Carter was watching him closely, and without any signal, he gave a slow nod and a gesture with his head towards the back deck.

Natago ducked his head, though his ears remained perked forward as he heard the footsteps of the guard that routinely patrolled the slaves during the night watch. After so many weeks on the ship the guards had become even more lax, a state that Natago planned to take advantage of in this following moment.

It happened so fast that the guard had no time to react as he walked up next to the burly tiger slave they'd captured from their previous prize. In an almost casual movement, the tiger slipped the chain free and spun up behind the guard. The chain hooked around the red-skinned guard's neck and with a sharp tug, he quickly found himself locked against the tiger's frame as Natago squeezed the breath out of his throat.

His weapon clattered to the deck as the guard's training apparently vanished with the surprise of the attack. Natago glanced around to make sure no other guards were watching as he pulled tighter and tighter. His muscles flexed as with one last effort he pulled his manacled wrists together behind the guard's neck and twisted. The guard made a wet gurgling sound as any protest he might have made cut off under the press of his crushed throat and larynx. Natago quickly twisted his head to the side as well, breaking his neck with a sickening snap to make a second measure that the guard would not get up again.

Natago bent down and grabbed the guard's belted weapon, a slim-bladed curved sword from him, and before he could grab the guard's other weapon he was looking up into Carter's bullish gaze. The bull shrugged and gave a little bit of a smile as he picked up the guard's spear and gestured to his seat with his horns. Natago looked over and saw the deck was practically destroyed where the bull once sat, though not one of the slaves around them had reacted at all to the sudden breakout and sharp violence.

Natago gestured quickly to carter as the two of them made sure no others on watch noticed their escape.

Man astern, first order, top deck, abandon ship

or,

"First we get Elle, get to the top deck for Hathen, then we get off the ship."

Carter nodded in response, and the two of them made their way to the back deck, and to the staircase descending in to the lower holds.

They found themselves among the crew's quarters, in the middle of night watch, so bunks filled with sleeping enemies surrounded them. On all sides, they cautiously watched for any signs that anyone noticed as they moved further and further back into the hold. They did not do much to muffle their footsteps though, both aware as they were that often the sounds of stealthy footsteps could trigger more alarm then someone walking brazenly over the wooden deck.

Eventually the sounds of low panting, moaning, and grunting met their ears. The two of them looked at each other and as one walked back towards the last door on the deck.

To Natago's senses, he could smell the sex coming from behind the door, and he suppressed another growl as he heard Elle's cry come from behind the door. Another feminine moan answered, accompanied by the slap of skin against skin. A heady mix of scents and sounds met his senses, and as he stood at the edge of the door, he pressed against it. The door latch was easy to find, and with a glance over at Carter, the tiger nodded and then counted off with his fingers,

one...

two...

three...

*

Elle talked. She talked about her village, her family, her brother, what little she knew about Tala's race, what little she knew about other ports in the area, the university, her time on the other ship; she talked about everything and anything that entered her head. She talked and Tala listened with a small, triumphant smile on her face. There were no notes made, it didn't look like they recorded anything, but Elle still talked, anything to get the prospect of some relief from the constant state of arousal and ache, once she knew there was a cure, a way to ease the intense feeling of emptiness between her thighs. She talked for over an hour, trying to tell Tala something that would get her to give Elle the cure...

When she took a break, when she panted and begged Tala for some water so she could continue talking, the red-skinned woman's smile turned from triumphant, to almost maternal. Tala stood up gracefully and walked over. She filled a goblet with cool, clear water and walked back to Elle.

As Elle drank greedily from the goblet, Tala turned and swirled back into the pillows facing the seated squirrel girl.

"Oh poor...poor Elle, how misinformed, how little you know, yes? You hear we are devils and demons, because your people fear what we really are..."

Elle licked her lips and shivered as she slowed down after the first couple of gulps from the water. It was cool, and soothed her throat slightly,

"So...what are you then?" She asked between sips.

"We are special, yes? We are descended from the greatest of creatures...we are from Dragons! We are from Dragons using magic and taking biped lovers. Dragon line almost always breeds true, and so after much breeding, all breedings now come out like us."

"B...but, there are still dragons," Elle protested,

"Yes, and dragons honored by our race...but they not show us the same. They do not show their children their love...it is a sad story, yes? Coming from dragons, also explains enhancer and explains cure, yes?" Tala prompted,

"How...how does it explain the drug you used on me...and what cure?"

"Dragons have children very few, and cannot be around other dragons otherwise. Our first people could not stand to be around each other, and so we stayed very few, and spread out very far. Few children were born, at least until Shaman discovered enhancer. The enhancer...umm, your words boost? Drive...fertility, make us want to mate, and be around each other. See now how the cure works, yes?"

Elle trembled a bit more as she looked at Tala, while a dark notion formed in her mind, as she suspected she was figuring out the answer to the question,

"You mean...the cure, is to have sex?!?!"

Elle exclaimed in disbelief, while she looked quickly to the three red-skinned individuals in the room. Suddenly all the comments between the two males, their looks, and how they'd taken to relieving themselves while she was in the throes of the worst of her aching arousal made a lot more sense, especially how the scent and sight of them seemed to make things a little more bearable when she did watch them masturbate.

"Yes...is sex, yes," Tala continued with a sly smile, "enhancer not just make sex drive higher, it also enhance other senses. For females...male scent, male seed male...what you say, pheromones make mood much better, relieve other cravings. For males, is same, female scent becomes need for them or they ache."

Tala continued giving a slow smile as she looked over Elle, who squirmed even more in her seat.

"Enhancer make female much more important with our people. Males and females fight, but males serve, females priests and mages..." Tala snaked her tongue out over her lips and tilted her head to the side, "Ellesten...you are special girl, could be special among our people. You want that...yes? Get use to enhancer; enjoy the good things we give, yes? Enjoy these," she gestured to the two guards, "these males serve you, give relief, you want that, yes?"

Tala's voice grew sweetly seductive even as the words seemed like they seeped into Elle's lust-fogged mind. She looked to Tala, the red-skinned woman's nearly nude form lush, inviting, she then looked to the two guards, both of them watched her as well, their nostrils flared and she could see the tents formed in their loincloths already as they watched her. She watched that all, and felt the deep, hot ache inside her, the soaking wetness that she'd endured for as long as she could stand. She whimpered, and nodded her head to Tala, her voice barely a whisper as she replied,

"Yes...please, I want that."

Tala's look was practically exultant as she slipped forward and slipped her arms around Elle's waist. The squirrel girl squeaked as she found that the other woman pulled her small, lithe body to her full, lush one. When Tala's lips met Elle's, the reaction was immediate. Elle groaned as a flush of new wetness suffused her between her thighs and a spike of pleasure as Tala's diaphanous robe pressed between them and Elle's nipples rubbed against the soft curve of the other woman.

The sensation was exquisite, and almost instinctively, Elle ground her thighs forward as she found Tala's thigh, rubbing her sex against that firm, hot muscle. It wasn't enough though, and when Tala finally broke the kiss and drew back enough to look into Elle's eyes, the squirrel pleaded desperately,

"Please though...please, I need the cure...I need them," she said as she looked desperately to the two guards, whom despite their obvious arousal had not moved from their posts.

"Yes...you get relief now, you get all you want," Tala responded, her eyes gleaming as she looked up to the guards and gestured them forward.

The two of them responded to her gesture immediately. They stripped out of their spare clothing and put their spears aside as they moved towards the two women. Elle's eyes immediately dropped to their respective manhoods as they rose up between their thighs, already hard and seemingly larger then she'd expect, but she definitely couldn't stand to wait for them. She barely felt the gentle push from Tala as she stood up and walked over to the two men.

After being tormented, and being in the cage for so long Elle could scarcely believe when she stepped forward and ran her hands over the chest of the first guard to approach her. Both of them were at least a head taller then she, but both were muscular, firm beneath their skin. They carried the muscle of experienced combatants, and she moaned when she felt his heat through his skin and the hardness of his cock as it pressed to her belly. He bent head down and she tilted her head back to meet his kiss hungrily. Almost immediately, she felt a shudder pass through her; it seemed just being close to him satisfied something deep inside her.

The insistent pressure of his cock against her belly was more telling. When the second guard stepped up and pressed close to her back and his cock nestled against her ass; the tip brushed the base of her spine and she let loose another deep-throated moan of lust. She could barely wait to feel them, and deep down she knew that Tala was right about the relief she needed. She reached her hands between them and grasped both of their lengths. They were different, but size and length didn't matter much at that point, she could feel the silky soft flesh beneath her hands, could feel the heat pulse under hands, and her heartbeat quickened even while she took turns kissing first one male, then the other.

Elle soon felt hands on her, and almost in a daze, she let them guide her to the comfortable pile of pillows. She noticed in passing Tala lounging in another part of the room, fingertips lightly stroking over her own red-fleshed sex even as she watched the two guards focus their attention on Elle.

Elle was in a daze at the prospect of having that deep ache satisfied inside her as they pushed her down into the pillows. She willingly slipped onto all fours as one guided her down, and she groaned and pushed back when she felt him move up behind her. He wasn't in position yet though, and even as she flagged her tail, her ass and sex rubbed up against the underside of the guard's nicely thick, hard, and hot cock. Just that sensation was enough; it provoked another moan of pleasure, but it was nothing like when he finally got into position and Elle felt him nestle the tip of his cock against her sex.

She spread her thighs as wide as she could and looked back, whimpering as he took position. He was not gentle, nor did she want him to be as he slammed the full length of his manhood into her. The sudden presence, the spreading of her flesh as it stretched around him, the grunt of pleasure from his voice, and the feel of his hips slamming against her rear triggered something deep inside Elle. The days of self-pleasure and teasing came to a head as Elle came hard and immediately at that first feeling of a cock inside her aching pussy. She braced back and ground against him as he held still as she squeezed and she felt a spasm around his length.

That first orgasm spread warmth through her she'd not felt when she'd masturbated alone in the cage. The ache lessened somewhat when her muscles clamped down around that hard length between her thighs, and she even felt a slight dizziness, like a floaty high pass through her head at the feeling. It certainly wasn't enough though to completely relieve the days of unsatisfied cravings, and even as that first climax passed she ground her hips back against his and panted out,

"More...please...more."

Maybe they did not understand her words, but they certainly understood her tone, because the male behind her grabbed both her hips and started thrusting into her sopping wet sex. The squirrel's young pussy's considerable tightness was eased by all of the wetness she was generating, and he was soon setting a nice, rapid, hard thrusting pace into her clinging sex. She whimpered at the feeling and rode back against him as best she could, barely paying attention to the world around her, at least until she felt the pillows moving in front of her and another red-skinned pair of thighs, and a lovely, long, thin cock appeared before her muzzle.

She didn't hesitate, her time with the first mate had definitely taught her appreciation for sucking cock, even as it humiliated her. Compared to the bull's cock, she was able to suck down the one in front of her easily. Once it was in her muzzle though, she realized what was making her dizzy and swirly headed. Both males had a scent she'd not picked up before now. Distantly realizing it was probably the 'enhancer' at work, she realized there was something distinctly male about the scent that filled her senses.

The feeling of that hard cock pounding away behind her filled and emptied her needy, hot pussy. The one between her lips she could lavish attention with her mouth and tongue definitely seemed to be easing the urgency and the intensity of the ache she felt. Her body responded to the stimulation and her arousal grew outside the effects of the drug.

She lavished the cock in front of her with licks from base to tip, around his sac, nips just lightly over his sensitive flesh, alternating with sucking him and stroking him in time to the hard, quick fucking, she was feeling behind her. The three of them moving like that, and the drug working on her body had her cresting again in almost no time at all, and she could feel the tightness building from deep down as she moved back and forth between the two male bodies surrounding her.

She was determined to get more than a climax though, especially once she tasted the slightly bitter flavor of pre-cum touch her tongue. Suddenly she knew she wanted them both to cum inside her, she wanted to feel them gushing, knew at some instinctive level it was the only way she was going to feel any relief and satisfaction. So she redoubled her efforts with her lips and tongue as she drew him nearly down her throat in her efforts to take all of him in front, and squeezed her thighs behind, tightening her muscles down on the other's shaft behind as he battered at her pussy with deep, long, hard thrusts.

She could hear both of them grunting as they suddenly were very nearly at their peaks, and Elle knew she had them. She could feel the tingling of her pending orgasm creep through her when she ground back, and at the same time sucked the first guard's cock deep into her throat and held him while she cried out at her sudden, sharp, intense peak.

That was enough for them; apparently, because they came moments behind she did and flooded both her soaked and used pussy and her hungry mouth nearly at the same time. Elle gulped down the bitter, hot, thick seed as quickly as she felt the spurts into her muzzle from the font, while at the back she could feel his cock spasm inside her and even more heat fill her clenching sex.

The effect was also much more profound on her drugged system as well. The sudden, much more intense scent of a male's cum seemed to satisfy that deep craving inside her. It filled her nose, her mouth, her very pores, and her body seemed to relax all at once as the need, the desperate feeling finally got what it wanted, and that Elle barely understood.

Elle rose up a bit, catching the last few spurts of the one in front's cum, though she could not hold it all and some of it dribbled down the side of her muzzle. She moaned as she savored the taste, the feel, the very sensation of more of that slick heat as it stained her thighs and the male behind withdrew his cock with another gush of fluid.

Elle closed her eyes and stayed on all fours, and shuddered as the aftershocks of the drug-enhanced orgasm rippled through her. She held that position, until with a start she felt a hand lightly caress the side of her muzzle. She opened her eyes to the sight of Tala's slit gaze. Elle's nostrils flared as she caught the female scent coming from Tala's fingers. Tala smiled delicately, ran her fingers up Elle's muzzle, and scooped up some of the dribbling cum, which she then sucked lightly from her fingertips before she finally spoke to Elle.

"It is very good...yes?"

Elle nodded, and though their joined climaxes had eased the most severe cravings, she still felt that itch, that arousal between her thighs, and with a small voice replied, "Yes...is very good...please, can I have some more?"

*

The smell that hit them as they came through the door was sex, pure and simple, sweat and cum and all the things that overwhelmed the senses just permeated the air and made it feel almost like hitting a solid barrier. Natago actually hesitated a moment at the sheer effect of it as it hit his system and provoked an instant reaction in the form of a half-hard arousal he couldn't control. Carter came in behind and grunted at the scent as well.

In a pile of pillows across the room, two couples moved together, bodies shifted together as they fucked. Natago could see a pair of the red-skinned people, a lush looking woman and a man on one side. He was between her thighs, her legs propped up around his hips and hooked at the small of her back as he thrust into her, her back arched and her eyes closed as he pistoned his cock slowly into her sex, which glistened wetly in the candle-light. The other couple was another male, and Elle. She was on top, riding him, though the way she moved limply, it was more like he was thrusting up from below and she was just barely holding herself propped up above him. Several orgasms worth of cum covered her muzzle, her chest, between her thighs and matted down her fur from what appeared to be more dried cum. She closed her eyes as well, and she just let out little moans and mewls accompanying each hard thrust from the male beneath her.

Natago muttered a curse and slipped forward. Neither pair noticed him and Carter wisely stayed at the door so his heavy hoof steps wouldn't give them away as the feline of the pair moved forward on stealthy feet.

The male on top of the Illemen female didn't even get out a sound as Natago's slim-bladed sword slipped through his ribs and into his lungs. A bloody gurgle escaped his lips, along with blood-flecked foam as the blade continued up into his heart, and he collapsed on top of his lover.

The sudden falling weight on her got her to open her eyes with a startled sound in their language. Her eyes widened as Natago dropped the tip of the bloody blade down and held it right above her mouth. He growled, which made the other male open his eyes just as Natago brought the heel of his foot down right on his throat. A crack, and a gurgle indicated the deadliness of his swift attack, and the woman's eyes widened even further at the sight. Elle moved a moment or two more, before she finally came around to her surroundings, a confused, "What?" escaped her lips as she took in the scene with drug-glazed eyes. She gasped and cried out, jumping off the dead male and looking around in a startled, scared way as Carter quickly caught her in his arms.

"W...what, how are you two...what are you doing here?"

"We're your rescue...we're getting out of here, do you understand?"

Natago growled low in his throat, though his eyes never left the woman's. Her eyes narrowed in return and she started to say something, until the tip of his sword poked her in the throat and she went silent. Elle started forward, her hand outstretched, and her step unstable,

"No...n, no don't...Tala was being good to me...so good," her voice was shaky, and Natago spared a glance to see her cum-spattered body trembling.

"I can see just how good...m'lady, but for your own good, we're getting you out." He looked down to the woman below him, "I'm guessing you're Tala? I also guess you understand what I'm saying."

She gave a sharp nod and looked up to Natago,

"Yes...I understand you. Can I move this male please? I think you not want to fuck a corpse either, yes?"

Natago gave a sharp nod, "All right, but if you cry out I'll make sure you die before the guards get three steps, do you understand?"

At Tala's nod, Natago moved the blade back enough that Tala pushed the body off her own. He didn't interfere as she reached out and grabbed a robe and pulled it around her body, even though the transparent material did nothing to hide her body.

Natago gestured her towards the door with the blade, while he watched as Elle trembled up against the bull, who'd wrapped her up in a table covering, giving her some protection and covering.

"We're going to leave this ship, with you alive, or with you dead," Natago growled at the red-skinned woman, "so if you cooperate, we'll just get the hell out of here and you'll never see us again, understand?"

"Yes, I understand...you think we won't catch you though, yes?"

Natago gave a slight grin, "Oh, I suspect you'll find we're fast enough at getting away, when we need to be."

*

Getting out on deck and freeing Hathen proved easier than expected, especially when Tala went before them. She proved remarkably cooperative, and Natago couldn't help but think the way the woman's eyes stayed on Elle's more than strictly necessary had something to do with that. They secreted Elle and Carter in one of the escape sloops, while he stood directly behind Tala and guided her to the poop deck, where the owl's captors chained him down into a small nest. An imperious order from Tala saw the guards freeing the chained owl, while Natago watched from boxes behind. The guards dragged Hathen past the boxes with Tala leading the way, and Natago stepped up behind them and slit one's throat, and beheaded the other with two fluid motions.

Tala's eyes narrowed, though she didn't seem to take their deaths too personally as she looked at the tiger,

"There was no need to kill them, you have me, you could bargain with my life, yes?"

He smirked in response, while he hooked his arm underneath Hathen's waist and guided him towards the small skiff.

"Your people killed most of my crew, if you think I'm going to shed tears over some of yours, or even you, you must have some twisted ideas of what you people are worth to me."

She turned away at that, and the way her tail snapped behind her, he thought he'd made his point in her annoyed manner.

After they returned to the skiff, with his blade at her back and half-carrying the owl, she turned around and looked to him with fire burning in her eyes,

"You get off my ship now, yes? Take her with you; you expect to really get far, yes?"

He snorted and nodded towards Carter, who pulled Hathen into the skiff and started working the mechanism to shift the skiff over the side of the ship. A job build for two or three was simple work for him, but when the skiff locked into place, the ill-maintained gears gave a horrific squeak as they shifted into position.

Natago glanced around as shouts of alarm came up from the deck and armed guards carrying spears, blades, any weapon they could grab started pouring up from beneath the decks.

"You see, guards at alarm now, you cannot escape, yes? You are brave fighters, if you surrender, I will make sure you both become honored prisoners, you won't be like those others," she waved dismissively towards the other oarsmen, whom, despite the alarms, had not bothered moving from their positions.

Natago gave a toothy smile and winked, "That's where you're wrong," he grabbed the chain holding the skiff and swung up. "I think you'll find the sea and me...we're close friends, especially when I have a small ship to sail on her." The tiger gave a quick, jaunty salute and hopped into the skiff, and with a sharp blow to the launching gear, sent the skiff dropping rapidly to the ocean below.

*

Elle could feel her stomach lurch as the ship dropped beneath her. Her body ached, and the scent of those two males surrounded and permeated her practically through to her pores. She barely even reacted at the thump as the skiff hit the water with a loud splash. She trembled at the feeling that coursed through her. She no longer felt the deep, abiding hunger from the drug for more sex, for more cum, but there were still aftershocks at the immense pleasure that went through her when she'd finally surrendered to it and let her body revel in the debauchery.

She knew she truly meant to take Tala's offer. If Natago hadn't shown up, she probably would never have left that cabin. She glanced up and saw the golden eyes and figure of Tala silhouetted against the dark sky above, so sensual, so full of lust and the memories of such recent pleasures. She could barely watch as crew members came to the side of the ship, yelling in their foreign language, and she didn't notice the soft splashes as arrows and other items thrown from the ship hit the water around them. She curled inwards, willing them not to see her, for Tala not to see her, and to tempt her to come back to them.

She didn't see Tala's eyes widen, or the looks of confusion on the crew's faces as the very darkness of night seemed to wrap itself around the small skiff. The darkness embraced the ship, enveloped it, and carried it out of sight.