Life on board the ship was new, and not easy. Miri was quickly put to work, and she had to learn fast. She knew the basics of sailing a small boat, and her skills had improved in the days she had sailed among the island. But the amount of knowledge it took to sail the pirate ship was a whole magnitude above that. Just knowing all the knots and sails made her head pound, and she thought her temples might burst with all the things she had to know.
But despite Miri's soft and hedonistic upbringing she was a fast learner and a hard worker. The rest of the crew were genuinely helpful, it was in their interest to make sure she knew what she was doing. Miri had always been good at making friends, and it was no different here. She became especially close with Sen and Murg. Sen was from the Southern Islands, a golden skinned slip of a woman. Her husband Murg was a huge, musclebound orc. With an imposingly fat cock to match. It had been his cock which had first driven Miri to orgasm in her initiation, her throat stretching around his bulk. The promise of getting the rest of her holes stretched was what had first drawn Miri to him, but she quickly found she liked the huge orc and his tiny wife. They were fun, and easy to talk to. Both of them had been crew on this ship for years, and they were happy to help Miri learn the ropes. Often literally. And if most nights she found herself face down in Sen's cunt while Murg gaped her asshole, well that was just part of their friendship too. Not that she neglected the rest of the crew. Their sleeping space was mostly communal, a large open deck where there was only the barest nod to privacy. Group sex and spontaneous orgies were a constant. It took less than a week for Miri to fuck every crewmember.
Save the officers, who were mostly married and had their own cabins. They were careful not to show favoritism by fucking the same crewmember too often, and only joined in the orgies on specific occasions, like when Miri came aboard. Sometimes, Captain Anaya would award a particularly brave act or show of daring seamanship with an invitation to her cabin, but that was exceedingly rare. The only one who slept with the captain regularly was her daughter, Vela. Anyone who wondered about their relationship would figure it out as soon as they heard the moans that emerged from the captain's door each night.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. They sailed the archipelago, raiding ships and putting into friendly ports on occasion to sell the rewards of those raids. Miri was surprised to find that the pirate life was relatively free of violence. Sure, they had plenty of weapons onboard, and they were ready to fight if need be. But the Huntress was a big ship, with a big, intimidating crew. Most merchantmen tried to run, but once caught they tended to surrender without a fight. The captains of most ships knew that it was better to get away with your life, even if your cargo was repossessed. Captain Anaya had carefully cultivated a reputation as a pirate who would let you go with plenty of supplies if you complied, and a ship burnt to the waterline with your daughters passed around her crew if you didn't. Some merchant ships struck their sails as soon as they sighted the Huntress.
It was on one of those ships that Miri met her first Vester women. There were two men from Veste in the pirate crew, both of them trying to escape the intensely matriarchal society of the island. It was common knowledge in Veste that men were too emotional and impulsive to have any real control over their own actions, and they must therefore be ruled by their female betters. But Vester women were a mystery to her.
Miri's first glimpse of the merchant captain made her ashamed that she had ever tried to lie to Anaya. The Vester woman was tall, with skin the color of chocolate. Her heavy breasts were capped with thick nipples a shade darker than her skin. They were clearly visible, since the only clothes she wore was a dark red loincloth. Her head was shaved, and she had a look of imperious contempt on her face when the pirates came aboard, her plump lips twisted into a sneer.
"Complete your work and be on your way, scum," the merchant said. She spoke as though they were servants, and not a bunch of well armed pirates who currently had her at sword point. "My cargo is bonded by the Matriarch herself."
Captain Anaya was clearly used to laughing in the face of that sort of bravado. "Doesn't matter much to me who insures your haul, bitch." She reached out and pinched a fat brown nipple between thumb and forefinger, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the merchant. "It still sells. Test my patience and maybe I'll sell you too."
Rask came from the back of the vessel, where he had been inspecting the captain's quarters. He was carrying an elaborately carved wooden box and pushing a nude young woman ahead of him. Judging from her looks she was related to the merchant, a daughter most likely. "Found this one trying to stash this box under some blankets, Cap'n. She won't tell me what it is, but it's charm locked. Some sort of seal on it."
Anaya took the box and inspected it. "Do you have the key?" She asked the merchant. Her only answer was a glare that could have started a fire. "Hmm, I thought I'd try asking nicely first." She handed the box to Miri and stepped up to the younger Vester woman. "Your daughter is a fine looking woman." Her fingers traced over the girl's nipples, hands cupping and lifting her generous breasts. "I bet I could get quite the price for her with the Pink Ladies." She slapped the girl's ass, drawing out a shocked squeak. "But no, that wouldn't do it. You'd just buy her back. Or maybe you would leave her?" Anaya's hand snaked down the girl's hip until it found her cunt. It didn't take long until her questing fingers were making wet little noises from the girl's lips. She cupped the girl's tit and kissed up her neck and across the dome of her shaved head. "I've heard a few tales of Vester women who sell themselves to the brothels. For the experience." The girl was moaning now, leaning back against Anaya and grinding her hips to feel more of the captain's hand. "I have an idea. Rask, go get Tamu and Ola."
"Right away Cap'n." He was back in a few minutes, the pair of Vester pirates in tow.
The merchant gasped when she saw them, a look of shock on her face. "No, I-"
"On your knees, girl." Anaya gently pushed the lust drunk girl down to the floor. "You know what to do, boys."
Tamu and Ola grinned as they stepped forward, fishing their cocks from their clothes. They were both very well hung, sporting imposing pillars of throbbing brown meat. Miri could attest that, and she had ended up sandwiched between the two men on more than one occasion. The Vester girl eagerly reached out, stroking Ola's cock while she leaned in to plant her lips on Tamu's crown, moaning as she tasted him.
Anaya watched the three of them for a moment, before turning to the merchant. "So, you can open the box. Or I can leave your daughter in the very capable hands of my two men here." The Vester girl was taking the offered cocks with increasing vigor, trading between the two men, gagging and slobbering as she took them into her throat. "Now," Anaya continued, "I'm not entirely familiar with the breeding laws on Veste, but I'm pretty sure a couple of working caste men putting a child into a nice merchant caste girl is frowned upon. And I can witness to their potency, they've left a fair number of bastards all across the isles."
"Enough!" The merchant growled. "I will open it, just leave my daughter's purity intact." She clearly couldn't tear her eyes away, and she watched as her daughter jerked off the two men standing over her until thick ropes of cum sprayed out to cover her tits. "Give me the box." The merchant reached out and Miri deposited the heavy box in her arms. She pursed her lips, letting a blob of spit drool down onto the carved lid. It opened with a pop. "There, it is done."
"Clever," Anaya said. She reached in and pulled out a cloth bag. When she poured it into her palm, gems spilled out. "Not too bad." There were more bags in the box.
"Mother?" The Vester girl was gazing upward with a pleading look in her eye. "May I use them?" She was still stroking Tamu and Ola.
The merchant rolled her eyes. "Fine, but remember daughter, your purity is not to be-"
"Not to be sullied until you've selected a breeding partner for me. I know, mother." The girl turned, reaching back to spread her ass open. "The Gods have given us other ways to know pleasure, as you've said many times."
"Insolent child." The merchant squatted down next to her daughter, leaning over to drool a thick blob of spit onto her asshole. She pushed a pair of fingers into her daughter, and then gestured imperiously to Tamu and Ola. "Bring those filthy laborer cocks to me." She took each of them to the base in turn, not a hint of a gag reflex in sight, leaving both of them coated with a thick layer of throat spit. "The Gods help you if you do not satisfy my daughter."
