The Dread Lotus creaks in all the same ways the Baroness' Charm had, but otherwise there is little else the two ships have in common. At least, as far as I can see as I'm dragged through the corridors of the large vessel. The dark, almost ebony wood is polished and smoothed, not splintered and cracked and grey, and the entire ship has an ordered, clean nature to it. I spy cabins strung with black cloth hammocks, stores of gleaming swords and other weapons, and even pass what must be the main galley, where I'm assaulted by a barrage of delightful scents.
Most of the crew appear to be up on deck, but we pass several maidservants that look alarmingly out of place on a vessel of pillaging and war. Unlike the fierce female warriors above, these woman are gorgeously delicate creatures, apparitions of dreamlike beauty, a stark contrast to all that surrounds them. They wear beautiful silken gowns of purple and white, and my eyes cling to them just like the whisper-thin material clings to their luscious bodies. Pale and soft-skinned, sensual curves and supple flesh, cheeks blushed, eyes shadowed with pastel colours, raven hair pinned into ornate buns pierced with polished bejeweled spears.
They scurry about in soft slippers, carrying trays or bundles of cloth, their eyes cast respectfully down as we pass, but I notice them shooting me curious glances. And in turn, I stare at their foreign beauty, at the swells of their perfect breasts and the soft curves of hips beneath the thin silk. I realize they're probably staring at my deflating cock and the cum drying on my belly, but it feels foolish to be self-conscious right now.
In all honesty, I'm still a little dazed. My head still spins, and I'm still fueled by a flood of euphoric endorphins, but nothing I see frightens me. I see no rooms of torture or devil worship, no walls splattered with blood or unholy curses. I look up at my captors, at the man with the strong gut and long drooping moustaches, and the tall woman with a shaved head and a stark, feral beauty to her hard features. The man grunts something and smacks me gently over the head, and I look away. They drag me to a cabin and dump me unceremoniously onto the floor, and I rise to my knees and glance around as they take up positions behind me.
It smells...pleasant, like spices or flowers. Low benches are carpeted with colourful linens, and there are large wooden compartments stacked with small draws. There are small cavities in the floor, neat gaps in the polished wood. I reach to fumble with my pants, but the female warrior steps in and smacks me, and barks, "Bu!"
"Oh...n...no?"
She sneers down at me, face twisted in contempt and mockery, and in an equally mocking voice, says, "No."
I leave my pants where they are. My cock shrinks slowly back to its usual size. The woman sneers at it over my shoulder, shaking her head, muttering something to the man in their tongue, who grunts a laugh. I hear a bustle of feet, and two of the sublimely beautiful maidservants come bustling in, carrying a large tub filled with steaming water, which they set before me. They cast furtive glances, eyes roaming me with unbridled curiosity. They could almost be sisters, so alike they are in their comely beauty, both delightfully plump-cheeked with curvy pear-shaped figures.
I gaze between them, eyes lingering on the buxom swell of their chests, straining against the delicate silks that contain them. They stand before me, and beckon me to rise. I stand unsteadily, and they move in, hurriedly removing my clothes.
I don't protest, and soon stand naked before them. They run their soft fingers over my chest and arms as they attend to me, more so than is necessary I'm sure. I feel the odd need to cover myself, as I've never really been naked before strange women before, but after what just occurred it feels foolish. One of the pair runs her soft palm down my chest, and for a brief moment raises her face to meet me, her eyes a deep, hazel brown. I try to hold them, smiling hesitantly, but she whisks her gaze away.
My clothes are neatly bundled and packed away beneath one of the low benches. The maids instruct me to raise my arms, and I do. Then, as I stare, the two women unpin something behind their necks, and their silk garments slide free, pooling around their feet. My eyes roam their lush bodies, the perfect globes of their heavy breasts, the hint of pink blushing their nipples amidst large brown areolas, the softness of their pale stomachs and plump thighs, the neat cleft of their slits barely visible, even with their crotches shaved smooth.
Unlike Zheng Lao, who had shown not a hint of self conscience in displaying her vulva to an audience, these two carry a hint of shyness as they come for me, eyes downcast and arms held tentatively over their breasts. I hold my breath, not entirely certain what's about to happen, but they stoop and collect sponges from the steaming tub, and begin to clean me.
They work thoroughly, scrubbing every inch and orifice, until I feel cleaner than I've ever felt. They cut my sandy brown locks, shave my short beard, file down my nails. They move downwards, unceremoniously inspecting my genitals, before shaving everything, until I'm just as smooth as they are.
I'm too shocked to speak, not that I have anything pertinent to add, and silently endure the process, trying not to look at anything in particular. I feel my cock twitch as it's handled by their delicate fingers, growing semi-rigid as they wash me again. One leaves and returns minutes later holding a steaming porcelain cup, proffering it before her. I look into her dark eyes, meeting them for the first time, and she nods slightly and offers me a shy smile. I smile back, and take the cup. I look at the steaming contents, and sniff. I wrinkle my nose give her an uncertain glances, and she encourages me, miming drinking.
"Um, what is it?"
The man behind me barks something. I'd almost forgotten they were there.
"What?" I ask cautiously.
"Is tea," he snaps in broken English. "You drink."
I do. It's not...awful, but I wouldn't say it was good.
The cup is then whisked away, and I'm instructed to stand once more, and one of the maids brings me a gown of soft, white cotton, which I pull on. It feels like some manner of woman's underclothing, but it's pleasant against my skin, and smells of something floral. My attendants re-dress, and take me by the hand. They lead me through the ship to a small area at the end of a corridor, before a large set of polished wooden doors. The guards follow, leaning against the bulkheads and watching me.
I stand awkwardly, not sure what's happening. The two maidservants stand at the far side of the space, speaking in hushed whispers. They begin to glance at me, small smiles creeping across their delicate, expressive lips. I feel myself smiling back, enjoying the attention. A strange...lightness fill me, a pleasant tingling, and a gentle swell of warmth in my groin. When I glance down, I see my cock has grown rigid, and is tenting the robe outwards.
