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Out of the frying pan... (Deerpoob X Lyra)

A bit later, Katey stepped through the to the cabin once again. "Thinkin o' what yer gonna wear to the Grand ball there, Princess," she asked teasingly, seeing the boy staring at the contents of the chest. "Why bother? them gents'll just see a pretty girl like you out of yer dress again ere the night's out," she added with a smile and a wink... and a bit of a squeeze to his tush.

Seeming in a much better mood than when she had left, she once again kicked off her boots and flopped onto her bed. reclining against the headboard, she closed her eyes and began humming a merry sea shanty.
 
He blushed and his eyes widened as he felt her hand on his butt, was that really how she was going to treat him? He stood up and looked over the top of the trunk at her, she was now relaxing on her bed, humming to herself, suddenly a yawn overtook him and he sighed, rubbing his eyes, he had only had a few hours of sleep before that trunk had been thrown in here, that blasted trunk.... He went over to his hammock and carfully climbed in, a woman might have renoved the dress, changing into something designed for sleeping, so as not to wrinkle the fabric, he didnt care about that, Daniel just hoped the captsin might show some mercy and at least let him sleep a few more hours. Laying in the hammock he closed his eyes and quickly felt himself dozing off, the dress was uncomfortably pulled up at points on the skirt, revealing parts of his legs and bare feet, but he ignored them, too tired to deal with that right now.
 
"Oi, I gi' ye such a fine dress and thats how yer gonna treat it?" she asks, rising to her feet with an annoyed expression. "Yer jus' ungrateful tha's what it is," she mutters digging in the box to find a night gown, and a particularly frilly one at that. "Put tha on," she commands, tossing it at him. "Oh, and ye'll no' be needin tha' hammock any more. It's no' fittin fer a proper lady. The bed's big enough ter share. After all, it's just us girls here ain't it? So go ahead and trice up."
 
He stumbled awake quickly as she began to yell, no she wasnt yelling she was just always loud, the way she spoke made everything sound louder and more annoyied, he sighed tiredly and blinked away sleep, he wasnt sure what tricibg was but the way she moved her arms showed him, he attached on end of the hammock to the other so it was just a large sack on the wall essentially. Taking the night gown and pulling the dress off, replacing it with a frilly light green nightgown, at this point he didnt care, he was tired, at least she would let him sleep....and in a nice big comfortabke bed too, he laid the dress as carefully as he coukd on the chest, knowing shed yell if he didn't he was too tired to be embaressed about sleeping in the same bed with a woman like her, he simply lay down on the side opposite to where she had sat and closed his eyes without a word. Hoping she would just give him a few hours...please just a few hours...
 
The captain just chuckled. "Now there's a good little girl," she coos softly to him as she begins to gently stroke his hair. She supposed she'd been hard enough on the boy for one night, so she gave in and let him sleep. As he dozed, she took one more peek topside before returning to the room and stripping back down to just her shirt. It was getting on toward sunrise again anyway so she might as well join him. Pulling back the covers, she slides in and wraps her arms about his waste so that she's pressed against his back. Even if he woke before sunset, he wouldn't be able to get away from her. So, he'd get his wish for at least 12 whole hours.
 
Again dreams muddled his mind, again adrift on a raft in a sea of blood, a red sky a black moon, but he wasnt alone this time, something was in the water, he couldnt see it but he knew it was there, a predator, it knew he was there too, but seemed content just making its presences know, waiting for the raft to break or for him to fall.


His eyes opened suddenly, still tired he looked around groggily, was it morning? He couldn't tell because of the boards on the windows, but he could hear gulls faintly so perhaps it was, it took another moment to realize the warmth behind him, of a body against his own, soft hands around his waist, his cheeks burned yet again and he glanced back, there she was...now that he could just look at her he saw a sort of rough beauty to her, now doubt her crewmen would kill for his current position, he laid back down, he coukdnt get up without waking her, may as well get more sleep while he could right?
 
Katey woke up to the sleeping boy about an hour after sunset. She took a few minutes to admire the sleeping boy before her fingers began to lightly caress his hair, guiding it out of the way to expose his neck which she began to kiss softly. As she did, her hand gently drifted up to his chest to lightly caress it.
 
He woke up about the time she started to rub his chest, but he kept his eyes closed, trying desperately to still appear to be asleep, what was she doing? His breathing grew a little heavier as she continued to kiss his neck, her soft fingers trailing up and down his chest, soon he was growing aroused, the night gown did nothing to hide it, He could only pray she assumed he was still asleep. What was she planning? the woman had been so confusing, she seemed to only want to humiliate and embaress him before and now she was stroking his chest and kissed him while he slept, his heart pounded quickly in his chest.
 
Trailing kisses up his neck, her lips came to wrap around his earlobe where they started gently suckling. Her other hand slipped underneath him to replace the first while it began to move downward. Slowly, she inched the hem of the nightgown upward until it eventually revealed the flesh of his thighs. Her fingertips, starting at the knee, began to glide up along the inside of his leg and back down again. Noticing he had show no visible signs of stirring yet, she decided to have a bit of fun in waking him up. She repeated her motion along his leg, but this time along the back of it. And she didn't stop at the hip either. Her hand crept up insife the nightgown, her fingers tracing the crease of his ass but not actually venturing inside.
 
His breathing got heavier, his butt involuntarily clenching as she moved closer and he opened his eyes, looking at her nervously. Attempting to pull away from her "what are you doing?" he asked, pulling the night gown back down and blushing madly, he looked at her, more confused then angry, he knew he couldn't stop her if she really wanted something from him, but he hoped she wouldnt press it further. Why couldnt this woman have had some pants? Just one pair... He sighed and attenpted to get up, hiding his face from her.
 
The woman just bust into a fit of laughter, not restricting his movement in the least. "I was jus' havin' a bit o' fun wit' ye. From the look of it ye were havin' a bit o' fun yerself," she teased referring to the tent she had spied in the front of the nightgown as he moved to stand. "Don' worry Princess. It's only natural fer a girl yer age to have these sorts a feelins," she added to drive the slights home further.

Standing up, she sauntered over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders from behind, gently massaging them. "Besides, I think yer rather pretty when ye blush like tha'," she whispered seductively in his ear. Slowly, her hands slid down his shoulder blades before wrapping around his waste once again. "Ye sure ye want me to ter stop?"
 
He looked down, he had chosen to ignore most of her comments about being a girl before, he shook his head, what could he say to her? If he tried to defend himself he'd probably just anger her, and that would almost definitely end badly. A shiver shot up his spine as he felt her soft fingers on his back, he closed his eyes and let out a small groan. He didn't comment on what she was saying, not wanting to admit she had aroused him, and too fearful to say anything bad about her, He didn't have much choice, at least she was still treating him better then he expected the rest of the crew would.
 
His groan was all the confirmation she needed to brush aside his hair and start to slowly and gently plant kisses on the back of his neck and shoulders. While one hand was still gently wrapped about his waste, the other slid lower. Once again she inched the hem of his garment up until she was able to slip that hand underneath. This time, however, it wasn't his thigh she was after. This time, her fingers began to lightly tease the source of the tent she had been taunting him about earlier.
 
His eyes went wide and he let out a soft groan, looking back at her as best he could, he bit his lip and sighed, trying not to give her the satisfaction of another moan, she would no doubt tease him about every little sound he made. Closing his eyes and tried to just concentrate on keeping quiet, her hand was surprisingly soft considering her job, and he hadn't been touched by a woman like this in so long....It had taken him months to save up enough for a night with a whore, and most women either ignored him because he had no money, or because there was always a larger stronger man ready to sweep her off her feet. His heart began once more to thump and he grew red again, no doubt giving her some sort of satisfaction, but he forced his eyelids shut still, trying to keep quiet.
 
Katey continued to toy with the boy's cock as her other hand groped his chest. Her lips moved to his ears and in a husky voice whispered, "I know yer enjoyin' it. Ye don't have ter be scared. I'm no' gonna hurt ya." With that, she trailed soft kisses down the side of his neck and back up to nibble on his earlobe. Her fingers now wrapping loosely, her hand began to glide up and down the shaft at an achingly slow rate but not applying enough pressure to do anything but wind him up tighter. "I know ya want it," she whispered once again. "I want ter hear ya say ya want it."
 
His breathing grew heavier, could she be trusted? she hadn't exactly lied to him yet, but by that same coin she was also a pirate. After a few moments he let out a groan, unable to hold it in any longer, his cock was now painfuly hard, begging to be stroked harder, he needed it now "p...please..." he whispered, cheeks burning. Suddenly his hands shot back and grabbed the captain roughly, hands gripping into the soft flesh of her butt, his hips thrust into her hand, eager for more, needing it, burning for it "please just help me." he pleaded, it was clear it had been a long time since he had a woman, his hand sufficed but nothing quiet compared to the feeling of a womans soft lips, the perfume, the sweat, everything about it, he missed it all.
 
The woman smiled, displaying a mixture of seductiveness, playfulness, and even a bit of affection. She did not, however, make any attempt to further satisfy him. Her pace remained achingly slow, and her grip didn't tighten even a fraction. Instead, she simply continued to whisper in his ear, "I want ter hear ya say ya want ter be mine, ter be my Princess." As if to punctuate her words, her fingers found his nipple through the cloth of his nightgown and gave it a gentle, but undeniably pleasurable, tweak.
 
He let out a noise of suprise and pleasure, higher pitched then he meant too, no doubt fueling the fire. Closing his eyes tight, cock throbbing in her loose hands "I......" he groaned a little "I want to be yours......y-your princess....." embarrassment burned in his cheeks and he couldn't look at her, why did she do this? was she interested in women? or was this just some sick game she played? all just to humiliate him? he didn't know what to think, all he knew was he needed to cum, and badly.
 
The woman's smile only grew wider, and possibly a touch more sinister, as her hand slid from his chest and up to grip his shoulder. Pressing forward, she forced him to bend over the table in front of them. Then, just as forcefully, she grabbed his hip and pulled him towards her which, not only caused his ass to pop higher in the air in a very feminine pose, but made it impossible for him to get out of the position without losing his balance and falling.

Slowly, she began to move her hand along his shaft again, this time in a much more satisfying way. Her hips began to grind against his from behind, assisted by her hand on his hip, while she continued to stroke. Her lips once again came to hover just beside his ear and she whispered, "Well now, ye should know it's not proper fer a Princess ter moan like a whore."
 
His fingers dug into the wood of the table and he let out another groan, scowling at her, what was she going to do? this was getting to be very uncomfortable, just how far was she planning on pushing him? his cock throbbed in her firm grip, trying his best to hold on, to not come so soon, she would no doubt comment on that, perhaps punishing him as well, and he wasn't about to give in to her on that front, there was just no way.

He groaned as he felt her hips against his, longing to feel them on the other side, his member deep inside of her, was the captain getting pleasure from this? or was this just fun? would she want more from him? he didn't know the captain seemed to be all over the place, a very confusing woman indeed. By now he felt a little more comfortable being dressed like this, her words didn't have quite the same sting to them, but he blushed none the less "I.....I need more...." he groaned, still desperatly trying to hold on, to keep himself from cumming right there all over the floor.
 
"Is that so?" she cooed, nibbling the small hump where his neck met his shoulders. Her hand stopped, slowly sliding away from his member to mirror the other one on his hip. Then, with one last grind, she released him completely and gave him an infuriating smirk. "And wha' have ye done ter derserve more, Princess?" she asked derisively. "I mean other than be ingrateful and try ter steal from me, tha' is."

"No, I think ye'll need ter make up fer some of yer misdeeds afore ye get any 'more'," she tells him before flopping back down on the bed and making herself comfortable. Lounging against the headboard with her hands tucked behind her head, she looks the boy over. "Mhmm, me thinks yer still too much thief and not enough Princess."
 
He sighed, of course she would do this...he closed his eyes, she probebly stop him from dealing with it himself too. He tried think about things that would calm his body down, ignoring her eyes on him, gripping the table lightly and groaning, resting his head against it. This was horrible....she was just playing with and toying with him, there wasn't any escape, the shore was getting farther and farther away there was simply no way he could steal a rowboat and get back with enough food to survive, he wouldn't be able to leave this room "and....and how can I make up for them?" he asked, still somewhat hard and very much needing release.
 
The woman simply flashed him a feral grin. "Like I said, yer too much thief not enough Princess," she repeated, standing up again. Stretching languidly which had a very interesting affect on her body, she began to circle the young man while giving him a critical eye. "Fer example, lift up yer gown," she commanded, gesturing absently at it. Her face was completely serious at this point though. She obviously wasn't kidding.
 
That grin....he felt himself shaking slightly and looked down, closing his eyes and slowly lifting up the gown, his cock wasn't small, he wasn't massive either but being semi hard he was still quite sizable, his cheeks burned as he submitted to the woman's instructions, what was she doing? he wasn't about to let her hurt him, so far she hadn't been to physical with him, but he remembered her hand around his throat, that incredible strength...
 
"See? there ye go," she says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "What kinda Princess goes around without any knickers on?" she asks, her smile now slightly condescending. "I'm sure there's some in that chest, but ye jus' pass them over with nary a thought like the little slut ye are," she mocks him. "Well, seein' as how yer awake now, ye might as well get dressed fer the evenin' while I go ter check topside," she continues as she begins to throw on her trousers and boots. "And when I get back I expect ye to be dressed like a proper Lady, ye hear?"
 
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