To Educate a Princess

Miri had been sailing through the islands for four days when the pirates found her.

She had no map, and only the vaguest idea where she was. Thara's only directions had been to go north, so that was what she did. The archipelago was crowded with islands of all sizes, and Miri was lucky enough to not have to brave the open sea yet, sticking close to the shore and easily sailing across the little straits between uninhabited spits of sand and palms. The waters were rich with life, and each night she dined on fresh caught fish and the fruits of the islands. Hidden coves were easy to find, and she pulled her little boat up on the beach each time she stopped to sleep.

On the morning of the fifth day, she ate a breakfast of mango and leftover fish, tied her hair back, and pushed her boat out past the gentle waves and into the sea. The wind was in her favor, and she quickly turned north towards the next island. It was easy to daydream as she went from little island to little island, the gentle lapping of the waves against her boat and the warm sun on her skin lulling her nearly to sleep.

"Oi!"

The shout was so close it startled Miri so much she nearly fell out of the boat. Looking over, she almost wished she had. That way she could die of drowning instead of embarrassment.

It should have been impossible for something so big to sneak up on her.

The pirate ship was huge, towering over her little boat. It was pulling alongside her, the crew swarming up the rigging to furl sails and slow the progress of the ship to a crawl. They were clearly experts at their job, and the pirates neatly matched speed with Miri's much smaller craft. From two decks up a small group of pirates pointed crossbows down at her.

"Go ahead and pull down yer sails, girl. We don't want to pincushion ya, but we will if you make us." Their leader was a battered looking orc, and he waited until Miri had complied with his orders before throwing down a rope ladder. "On up with ya'."

Miri didn't have a choice, so she climbed. The orc grabbed her wrist as she made it to the top, pulling her onto the ship. One of the other pirates scrambled down. She was back up shortly, shaking her head. "Nothin' much there. Ragged little boat, some fruit."

"What do you have there, Rask?"

The orc grabbed Miri by the shoulder and pushed her up towards the helm. "Looks like we've caught ourselves a rather strange lookin' fish, Cap'n."

The pirate captain was leaning on a rail, looking down from the quarterdeck. She was a middle aged woman, clearly a beauty in her youth, but years at sea had hardened her looks into something more fierce and feral. Her short hair was slicked back from her forehead, still mostly dark but shot through with streaks of gray. An old scar crossed her face, cutting through where her left eye should be. The socket was covered up by a red eye patch. She was wearing trousers, a cutlass hanging from her belt, and a brown jacket with red trim. It was open, exposing her heavy breasts. Thick silver rings hung from her nipples.

"What's your name, girl?" The captain asked.

"M-Miri."

"And what are you doing out here all alone?"

Miri knew she couldn't tell the truth. At best the pirates would hold her for ransom. "I was blown off course in a storm. I'm just trying to make my way home."

The captain smirked at that. "Where is home?"

"Uh, Veste?" It was the only island in the whole chain that Miri knew the name of.

"Ha! You're a long way from Veste, girl. And you certainly don't look like any Vester I've ever met." The captain shrugged and made a dismissive gesture. "I don't care where you're from, but maybe learn to lie better." She turned to address the orc. "What do you think, Rask, one for the brothels?"

"She is a pretty one Cap'n, probably fetch a good price" Rask cupped Miri's chin for a moment, and then grasped one of her hands. "But she's brave to be out here on her own. And these hands know how to work, I can tell." He ran a thumb over Miri's hard won calluses. His other hand slapped her ass, making her jump. "Well muscled too. We might regret givin' this one up to the pink ladies."

"All good points, Rask." The captain looked down at Miri. "Well girl, I'll let you choose. I can sell you to the first brothel ship we pass. Some of them are quite pleasant places to be. Others less so. Or, if you don't want to spend all your time working on your back, you can join my crew. I run a good ship, a fair ship. And if you work hard I promise you'll see plenty of rewards for it. I won't even make you stay. If we pass a port and you want to get off, I'll cash out your shares and send you on your way. What'll it be?"

Miri looked around. The pirates looked well fed and happy. She had no way of knowing if the captain was a brutal tyrant or not, but she wasn't confident that she could chance a brothel ship. Maybe this was a way to get home. "I'll, I'll do it. I'll join you."

"Very good." The captain looked around at her crew. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new recruit!" A cheer went up from the assembled crew and the captain motioned them to settle down. "You all know how it works. First watch, you're still on duty. Don't grumble, you'll get your turn. Second and third watches, go ahead and break the new girl in!" Another cheer rang out.

Miri looked at Rask. "Break me in?"

Rask was undoing the laces of his trousers. "On yer knees girl," he said as his cock flopped out. "Time to join the crew."

"Oh," Miri said, looking around. The crew members not on duty were all coming up onto the deck, crowding around her in anticipation. Men, orcs, and at least one very well endowed elf were openly stroking their cocks, while the female members of the crew were tugging at pierced nipples and sliding fingers along slick clefts. Miri laughed a little. This, at least, was a situation she was perfectly suited for. She dropped to her knees and reached out for Rask's thick cock.

What followed next was a blur of cocks and cunts. Rask was first, his thick orc cock battering Miri's throat open. She had always loved how orc dick felt like it might break you open, and she moaned around him as he plunged into her. The rest of the crew wasn't idle, and Miri quickly found one free hand wrapped around a hard rod, the other pressed against a weeping cunt. Rask fired his load down Miri's throat with a grunt. As soon as he stepped back another stiff cock was presented to her, this one connected to the very well hung elf she had seen before.

Miri knew that most women didn't orgasm when they got face fucked. She was blessed to not have that problem. As the pleasure grew in her stretched out throat she came, and came again, her cunt drooling out sticky lust as the crew fucked her. The pirates saw right away what was happening, cheering each time she shuddered as another climax rolled through her. And they realized quickly how she came the hardest when her eyes were rolling back in her head, chest heaving as the cocks down her throat cut off her air supply. They went so far as to pinch her nose shut as they stuffed her. Leaving Miri gagging, spluttering, convulsing with the need for oxygen.

And cumming her brains out.

The lack of air and the sheer pleasure of the situation was enough to make Miri nearly have an out of body experience. After the tenth cock shoved down her throat, and the fourth or fifth cunt dragged across her lips, she stopped being able to tell the difference between any of the pirates fucking her. A never ending series of cocks and cunts drifted across her vision, smearing their fluids across her skin. It was only when the pirate captain slapped her across the face, just hard enough to sting, that she woke up from her fugue state.

"My turn, fresh meat." The captain had stripped off her trousers, exposing her puffy pussy. She placed a firm hand on the back of Miri's head, holding her steady as she ground her pussy against the princess' face. Miri had just enough awareness to stick out her tongue and enjoy the ride. The captain was a juicer, even more so than most of her crew, and it didn't take long before girlcum was rolling down Miri's cheeks and dripping from her chin. The captain came once, flooding Miri's mouth with her nectar, and then again, sticky lust squirting out past Miri's lips to splatter her face and the thighs of any crew members close enough to get splashed.

When the captain finally stepped back from Miri she had left a fresh coat of thick girlcum. Miri's face, her neck, shoulders, tits, even her belly were slicked with layers of cum, nectar and spit. She was sitting in a puddle, the crew's fluids mixing with the liquid lust that had drooled from her cunt as she was face-fucked. Miri focused on catching her breath, moaning quietly through a ragged throat, her tongue sweeping out involuntarily to clean her lips.

The captain squatted down in front of her, leaning in to drag her tongue across Miri's coated cheek. When she had collected a mouthful of cum she planted her lips on Miri's, filling the girl's mouth with one last load. The kiss quickly turned passionate, and soon the two women were moaning into each other, their tits pressing together. The surrounding crew gave out another cheer as the captain claimed a new sailor.

When she leaned back, a string of spit hung heavily between their lips until it broke and splashed down on the captain's chest with a wet plop. "I think you're going to make a fine addition to this crew," the older woman said. She stood, and held out a hand to Miri. "My name is Anaya. There's one last thing to be done before you're officially on board." She turned. "Vela, bring the jewelry!"

Miri was confused for a moment. But with a quick look around she realized there wasn't a single unpierced nipple among the crew, male or female.

One of the crew dumped a bucket of water on Miri, making her gasp. The cum and spit ran off her with the impromptu bath, but it took two more buckets before she was anything close to clean. A younger woman, about the same age as Miri, came over with a wooden box. She looked so much like Captain Anaya that she must have been her daughter. Vela opened the box, pulling out a small bottle of salve. She rubbed it on Miri's nipples and the princess gasped as they instantly went numb. Vela brought out a thick needle, doused it in rubbing alcohol, and expertly slid it through each of Miri's nipples in turn. Short silver barbells filled the new holes.

"Give those a few days to heal, and let me know if anything starts to hurt." Vela smiled at her as she packed up her piercing equipment. "You can pick something more stylish when the healing is over."

"When she's earned it, you mean." Anaya grabbed Miri's hand and raised it high. "Let's give her a cheer boys and girls." As the crew's cheers rang out she turned to Miri. "Welcome to the Huntress."

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."