A momentary frisson of fear ran along my spine as I sprawled in the small tent, my arms lashed above my head with leather bindings and my eyes covered with a thick binding of cloth. I wriggled upon a fur mattress and strained my ears, but all I could hear was the heavy footfalls of Sally Mead Mug as she walked about me in the small tent. I swore I could hear the sound of her palms rasping together as she regarded me. I tried to remain calm and collected - but my mind was inevitably drawn to the fact I was completely nude. My clothing had been cut from my body, leaving every inch of my athletic, green body on display for the amorous half-ogre and there seemed to be very little I could
do
about it.
"Sally, uh," I said, but she cut me off with a quiet coo.
"Shh..." Her finger pressed to my lips. The alarming fact that she was close enough for such an intimate touch sent a crawling sensation through my belly, and made my member twitch ever so slightly. I flushed, angrily, then tossed my head a bit, trying to dislodge the blindfold that wrapped about my eyes. It didn't work.
And then...
Salvation.
The tent flap slipped open and I heard a voice I had always thought was quite beautiful, but never before realized quite
how
beautiful it was: Virginia, coming to my rescue yet again. "What are you doing, Mead Mug?"
Sally laughed. "He's too sumptitious to untie -
hic
- and I ain't gonna lie and says he's not, savvy?" Her palm pressed to my chest, and I felt her fingers draw the lines of my muscles, tracing them gently. The touch sent goosebumps crackling along my body and arched my spine a fraction. I gulped, then heard more footsteps and, ah, of course. The sound of Maggie's quiet gasp and Gillian whistling low and steady. I had very little in the way of modesty or shame - not after the life I had led - but this was pushing against the edge of even my tolerances.
Here I was, bound, naked, and blindfolded, and being ogled by four women of four different races and four different backgrounds like some kind of delicacy. I supposed I should have been flattered. And a part of me
was
enjoying the attention - my cock had grown even harder, and was now laying across my belly, as if to draw attention to my length and girth. I squirmed, trying to subtly wiggle myself in such a way as to get my member between my thighs, where I might keep it more concealed. The end result, I fear, was less than efficacious in anything but inflaming the passions of my spectators - as the only noise that came from them for a few moments was Maggie whispering: "By
Alberich
."
I stopped my wiggling, my cheeks now nearly black with my blush. I sagged against my restraints and said: "I'm rather glad that you are all all right. The ship's fine, right?"
Silence.
Slowly, Virginia said: "Yeah...s'...fine..." I clenched my jaw, trying to control my heart beat. Maybe if I calmed myself, my member would stop being so...
engorged
and become significantly less distracting. I simply needed to-
"You
fit
that inside you?" Gillian broke my concentration.
Virginia let out a loud
meep
noise. Then, sounding as it she was biting her lower lip, she said: "Yeah..."
Gillian chuckled, quietly, while Maggie asked. "Did it hurt?"
"A
tiny
bit. At first," Virginia said. "But, uh...uh, uh, why are we talking about this!? Sally, untie him!"
Thank the gods,
I thought.
Sally chuckled. "Vir-
hic-
ginny, you, you see..." I heard the sound of her butt thumping to the floor dangerously close to my head. Her palm went back to stroking my chest and I felt her lean up against the side of my arm. The fullness of one of her breasts pressed against one of my knuckles and I squirmed ever so slightly, the leather straps straining and creaking against the tension I was placing them under. But, alas, they were well made. And they did not break. And Sally kept talking. "Back in Coldbath-"
"You went to Coldbath prison?" Gillian asked, sounding shocked.
"Once or twice!" Sally scoffed it off. "Now, -
hic-
we's had a saying in Coldbath: What
happens
in ta yard
stays
in ta yard, see?"
There was a long moment of silence.
Oh boy,
I thought.
"Uh..." Maggie sounded as if she had shifted closer. Her voice was quite soft. "W-Where's all his hair?" I could practically feel her eyes on my belly, on my...my member twitched at the thought of Maggie looking at the firmness of my balls, nestled between my legs.
"I, uh, don't know..." Virginia admitted. "I rather like it."
I gaped, too stunned to even respond. But then another palm pressed to me - a rough one, calloused by long, hard work. Maggie's hand. She was slowly, tentatively caressing my flank, feeling the smoothness of my side. I remained perfectly still and swore I heard Virginia mutter 'oh to all the bloodiest hells with it' and then heard the tent flap swinging shut. Knees pressed to the ground around me and my cock was so achingly hard it nearly hurt. My mind said that this was entirely...completely...this was...
A warm, unfamiliar hand closed about my member. Sally chuckled. "You've been
-hic-
driving all us ladies
crazy
, boss..." Her voice was hot in my ear as she leaned forward. "N' now, we get ta have our fun."