Written by Harbinger96
Disclaimer: This story is 100% fantasy and for entertainment purposes only.
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As Hailee and Mr. Luscious made their way through Nassau, they had no idea just what sexual hell had befallen Captain Black.
Hailee was terrified of half of the people she came across on the island, but the stone cold face of her protector made her feel a lot safer. As long as she had the massive bruiser with her, and as long as he followed orders, she felt perfectly safe.
After a long, eye opening walk, the mismatched pair came upon the doors of the White Hall Tavern that Captain Black implored them to go to.
"Are you ready, Ms. Hart?" Mr. Luscious asked, his massive Black hand still resting on the door.
"Please stay close to me?" she asked, looking up to his face. She didn't know what kind of a man he was, but he was the closest thing to a friend she currently had in this place.
"I'm right beside you, Miss," he confirmed as he pushed open the doors.
As Hailee stepped in, she was immediately greeted by the smell of warm food, ale, and body odor.
"Oh heavens," she grumbled as she stepped into the establishment. "I have never been in a place so... well, such a place," the young lady commented with a laugh.
"I assure you Miss, this is one of the finer establishments on the island," Mr. Luscious said, a hand on Hailee's middle back as she walked through the place to let people know she was not alone, and in fact on Captain Black's business.
As Hailee's eyes swept over men and women drinking, playing games, and whores trying to sell themselves, her eyes fell upon a dark haired, tan skinned angel sitting on the bar playing a small fiddle, her piercing eyes looking straight through the sawdust covered hardwood floor.
"That lady there, on the bar, that be Miss Daphne," Mr. Luscious informed Hailee with a nod of his head.
The two continued their slow March through the inn until they were at the bar next to the Captain's friends.
"You're new here," the minstrel said, never stopping her song. "Mr. Luscious, however, is a preferred customer."
"Good afternoon, Miss Daphne," Mr. Luscious greeted the lady of the inn. "I would like you to meet Ms. Hailee Hart, a... friend of the Captain.
"Ah," Daphne said, tilting her head back and exposing her long, slender neck, a twinkle in her eye as she looked over Hailee, who couldn't help but to blush.
"Ms. Becksworth," Hailee greeted with a smile and a low curtsie. "A pleasure to meet you."
Daphne smiled and let out a little giggle as she put her fiddle down and gently eased herself from the bar. "The pleasure is mine, Ms. Hart," she said as she took Hailee's hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "What brings a proper lady to the White Hall?" Though Daphne wasn't singing, her voice was calm and smooth like whiskey, and almost sounded like music.
"Captain Black has docked in Nassau," Mr. Luscious answered. "She requested that we come here while she finishes up some business with Katie McGrath."
Daphne sighed and let her chin rest on her chest. "You may be waiting for a while. Come with me, we'll have tea and a bite, like proper ladies," Daphne said with a smile to Hailee, taking both her hands.
"What of Mr. Luscious?" Hailee asked, afraid to lose her intimidating companion.
"Though he is not a lady, I always have room for his considerable size," she giggled, the sound coming out like a fairy tinkling bell, putting Hailee's stomach at ease in this place.
Daphne kept Hailee's hand and led her through the tavern floor.
Hailee took a moment to take in her host, the tall, ethereal girl with dark brunette hair in a loose ponytail, a charcoal Grey dress draped over her lithe, athletic body but baring her surprisingly sculpted shoulders. She looked completely out of place here, but everyone watched her respectfully.
Hailee hoped to make a genuine friend out f this Ms. Daphne, at least after Captain Black used her to pay whatever the debt was.
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Across Nassau, Victoria had just woken up after getting her insides rearranged by a horny slave at the order of Katie McGrath, her former mistress.
Still naked, still a little sweaty, and with a stranger's cum inside her, Victoria slowly got up and looked around to make sure she was alone. She wasn't, however, as she was greeted by the voice of an old friend.
"Poor Captain, so far you've come but how easily reminded you are of where you've been," the soft voice said, dripping with sympathy.
"How long have you been there, Selena?" Victoria asked, slowly running a hand down her tear-stained face.
"I came to check on you after I saw McGrath and her thugs leave," the dark skinned beauty said, squatting next to the fallen Captain with a bucket of warm water and a clothe. "I thought you may want this," she said soothingly, dampening the cloth and running it over Victoria's shoulders.
Victoria sighed and leaned her naked body into her friend who had seen her in similar states numerous times. "What are you doing here? How did you know I was in Nassau?"
"Ms. Daphne was well aware you were coming before you arrived, my little swallow."
"You work for Daphne?" Victoria asked, letting the woman next to her gently, almost reverently, wash her used body.
"Yes. Daphne owns the White Hall now, and has made me head mistress of the girls," Selena explained in her sweet Spanish accent. "She sees everything but gets involved in nothing."
"Smart girl," Victoria laughed quietly. "Thank you, Jess. It's good to see you again, though I wish it were under better terms."
Selena smiled at the tired Captain before asking, "You have the daughter of a mayor, little swallow, why not give her to Katie and save yourself from more of what you just endured?"
Victoria sighed and held Selena's warming, healing gaze. "Because Hailee is different. I've promised myself to protect her, and I'm not sure I can give her over; to Katie or back to her father."
Selena cupped Victoria's chin in her smooth hand and smiled warmly at her. "Sweet Swallow; so much you have changed, so different you are perceived, but still how much I love your heart." Selena released Victoria's chin before gracing her with a soft, tender kiss.
"By any chance, did you manage anything for me to wear? The brutes tore my favorite shirt," Victoria lamented.
"Unfortunately I was only able to bring one of the girl's dresses, but it should fit you quite well."
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Back at the White Hall Inn, Ms. Daphne, Mr. Luscious, and Hailee were just settling down to a plate of warm bread, fruit, and their tea.