Queen Hippolyta's Revenge (Open to women and submissive men)

OOC: This is a pirate rp centered around a pirate ship called the Queen Hippolyta's Revenge. She's medium sized ship designed primarily for speed to aid in both catching prey and avoiding attackers and she is of course heavily armed with cannons, cutlass's and other weapons to aid in the taking of ships. The ship is unusual in that its entire crew is female (the name comes from the legendary Queen of the Amazons) all of the women either lesbian or bisexual. They keep a few men as galley slaves to man the oars when the wind dies, swab the decks and other menial tasks but no man has any position of authority or importance. Officially the men are there as a work force and any woman caught "Fraternizing" is subject to the lash but in practice many take there turn in the hold. So currently looking for women (and possibly a few male galley slaves) interested in crewing the ship. We'll need:
Captain: Leader during battle gets the largest cabin
Quartermaster: The real head of the ship. The quatermaster has authority any time the ship isn't actually in combat as well as control over all supplies and weapons
Navigator
Carpenter
Crew
Rival priates, merchants to raid and so on
Start with information about your character (note I'm not taking a position of authority deliberately i"m in the mood to be more submissive with this):
Name: Samantha Everett
Age: 18
Occupation on ship: Cabin girl, Captain's assistant, boot polisher, cook, whatever those higher in rank need her for really
Clothing: A short bright red skirt (never anything underneath Captain's orders), a red and blue vest (also brightly colored), freshly polished knee high leather boots and a yellow handkerchief tied over her head. She doesn't carry a weapon as befits her station only permitted a small dagger during boardings.
Appearance: 5'6 with short and spiky red hair and bright green eyes. She's in fairly good shape from her time on the ship with round breasts that strain against her vest.

Name: Absalom Smith
Age: 28
Occupation on ship: Galley slave, often seen on deck either swabbing or loading cargo at the Captain's behest
Clothing: Scant. Generally shirtless, his naturally dusky skin is even more deeply tanned by long hours sweating under the sun. He wears simple cloth trousers tied with a rope belt, and leather boots. As a slave he is fitted with a crude iron collar, more symbolic than anything else.
Appearance: 6'3", long-limbed and powerfully built, but he moves with great agility. His head is clean-shaven and his eyes are a bright shade of gray-blue. He bears a tattoo of a soaring seagull across the back of his shoulders. He is soft-spoken for such a hulking man, and seems to know his place on the ship. He serves...

Stands on the ship's bow in the cool air of the evening. Most of the women were long since in their bunks but for a few look outs and those drinking on the deck where their small candles would not pose a threat. She sighed at the feel of the sea spray reflecting that even as the lowest free person rung on the ship she wouldn't trade her life at sea for a dull life of comfort on the land. That said she had her needs just as the others did. True she mostly preferred the company of the women but some times.. well the marks of the lash were healed since the last time she'd been caught and so late in the night anyone likely to catch her would be just as guilty.

Working from memory Sam descended into the hold where the men were kept silently weaving her way between where they lay sprawled out on the floor till she came to the one she had picked for this evenings... amusements. She'd seen Absalom looking at her earlier in the day and she had not enjoyed his attentions in some months... not since the Captain had caught her. Silently she moves through the hold moving with the grace brought by a life time on the water and as she reaches her target she slides her skirt up needing to do no more as she was only occasionally permitted undergarments and straddles his waist leaning down over him whispering "remember me slave? If your a good boy I will give you your reward." Assuming he'd remember she slid up his chest till she straddled his face pressing her young pussy to his lips.

A simpled, folded-up piece of burlap sacking is all Absalom had for a pillow—many of the slaves lacked even that comfort. When the cabin girl climbed down into the hold he was on the edge of a troubled sleep, but awoke immediately, the familiar scent of her sending an instant jolt through his body. She had never directly told him her name, but from overheard conversations had gathered that she was called Sam.

Absalom had lain still as she crept near, feeling his body beginning to grow aroused, but knowing he was not allowed to respond to it. The punishment for a slave exhibiting pleasure was severe, and depending upon the Captain’s mood could range from a mild flogging, to castration, even to death. The male slaves of the Queen Hippolyta’s Revenge were a miserable lot, carrying a near-constant ache in their loins as they were forced to watch these stunning women day-in, day-out without hope of ever claiming them, or even giving themselves release.

On a ship full of cutlasses it behooved the men to keep their cocks from sticking too far out… Yet as Sam lifted her skirts and slid her beautiful young pussy to his lips, Absalom remembered the last time she had used him, and immediately he sprang up hard.

“…If your a good boy I will give you your reward,” he heard her say distantly, for the soft flesh of her thighs was already resting astride his ears, and the sweetness of her pussy was enveloping his mouth and nose completely. He drank it in, breathed its heavenly musk, and remembering what she had enjoyed the last time, pressed his tongue slowly into her moist opening, grazing and probing from the tip of her clit down, down, to the tiny opening of her anus…

Moans softly not wanting to awaken others just to enjoy the males tongue and his talents. She shifts atop his face pushing her pussy down. She loved to have her tight rear licked and probed but for the moment it was her pussy that was aching for his attention. Later more things would come but for now. She reaches back as she rides his face touching his manhood and grinning. She knew the price for disobeying that order but she knew as well she'd be using it before the night was done... after all what the Captain didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

She grinds herself harder against his lips, and suddenly Absalom feels five teasing fingertips tracing the swollen head of his cock through the rough fabric of his trousers. The same fingers which last touched him, the same measured pressure, teasing and testing his flesh…

He presses his tongue into her now, straining his neck muscles to push it deeper, drawing back, in-and-out… the hard planks of the floor creak worryingly beneath him, as his hands (he dares not reach up for her) flatten against it for stability, and his hips rise of their own accord, praying for her to take a better grip of his manhood, or more, to pull it free of the cruel cloth…

She is such a young thing, but in the tenor of her low moans he hears the power of the woman she will become… and still his mind is overcome with the smell of her, the sheer taste of her slickened sex, growing wetter all the time, daring him not to come up for air. Years he has spent on the high seas but here, Absalom thinks, I would feel blessed to drown…

It has been so very long since his great cock was used for pleasure, but he refuses to risk it, and fights to compose his body… by now some of the other men must surely be awake, looking on jealously… Absalom concentrates on the girl’s pleasure alone, suckling her clit, tugging at it with careful lips, then diving deep again with his tongue…

Giggles as she squeezes Absalom's cock through the cloth not painful just so that he feels it and will remember who's in charge here. She bites her tongue not worried to much about another slave hearing her, they would be punished far worse then she if they hurt her after all but worried someone might come down to check on things. Her pussy though continues to grow more and more damp under his attentions and she leans down to whisper to him again "thats it slave you are no woman but you do an adequete job for me. You may yet earn your reward but my pussy is not the only thing that requires your services this night. She turns on his face now shifting more wight to her knees as she lowers her ass into place over his mouth.

As she does she slips his cock from the cloth containing it admiring its length and firmness. While she had long since had her cherry popped, the women above used her for more then just cleaning up after themselves after all and the necissary toys were always available but she'd never felt live flesh in there never let a slave go so far... but maybe this would be the night, not that she'd tell him that at least not yet. Instead she took his length in her soft delicate hand and began to stroke.

Sam’s ass was no less delicious than her pussy—smooth and clean, with that sweetly puckered anus flexing ever-so-slightly with her arousal. Absalom never hesitated, gorging himself on the smooth flesh of her, dragging his long tongue through the cleft between her beautiful cheeks, swirling it slowly around the rim of her, making her shiver with pleasure. Meanwhile her hand’s grip on his cock was tightening, pumping him slowly and inexorably toward that which a slave in his position is absolutely forbidden to achieve…

Struggling, Absalom held his hips steady, trying not to betray his mounting excitement, but surely she have been able to feel the throbbing in his cock, the way it jerked and jumped in her grasp. He could see nothing but her beautiful ass, but was sure the head of his cock must be badly swollen now, and a tightening need was making itself known deep inside of him… if she would merely graze one fingernail across his scrotum now, he thought he might die…

And then a truly fearsome thought did cross his mind—what if she left him here like this? Having taken her fill of his attentive mouth, what if she simply stood up and walked away, leaving him to twitch in the air in futility? It would not be the first time a pirate woman on this ship had done so; many of them tormented the slave men in this fashion, sometimes because they fled the hold preemptively fearing being caught at their game, but sometimes they simply did it for sport.

Absalom thought (hoped? Perhaps prayed?) that Sam was different, but there was no way of knowing. All he had was her giggling promise, that if he pleasured her well enough… and so he doubled his efforts, whipping his tongue back-and-forth across her ass, even pushing it inside of her there... when he did so, he was surprised at how sweet she tasted, as if she were full of honey--not at all what he expected…

slips off Absalom's mouth her tight ass nicely licked and deciding to go farther then ever before. She knew that the punishment for this, espescially for her since she was already the crew's whipping girl, would be severe if they caught her but she couldn't go her life without trying it at least once.

Prepared by being on the receiving end of many a toy she strips out of her skirt and vest till she's in her soft calfskin boots. As an after thought she takes the bandanna from her hair and stuffs it in her own mouth worried about the noise. Her young athletic body now free she lowers herself down brushing her pussy lips against his cock and squatting there she removes the bandana briefly"your doing well slave but don't cum don't you dare cum in me or I'll remove it myself" Squatting over him she takes his cock in hand and rubs the tip along her lips feeling her first real meat there and moaning into the bandana greatful it stifles the noise. She strokes his cock up and down just inside her lips shuddering at the new feeling of his pulsing flesh treating his dick like one of the dildo's the others tortured her with. Soon she slid it up against her aching clit rubbing his tip into her as she leaned down placing her pert breasts in reach of his hands as she shifted his cock one last time lining it up to shove inside of her and then lowering down onto it nails digging into his sides she hadn't quite been prepared for one so big. Not the length for she'd had dildo's bigger before but the girth was nearly splitting her.

A hard sweat glistened on Absalom’s skin now, outlining his muscular body with a faintly gleaming sheen of moisture. In the dim lantern light of the hold the only sounds were his quickened breath and the soft, wet sounds of Sam’s sex slipping over his thick shaft. Spread flat as he was across the floor, the vessel’s rocking in the sea seemed to carry on throughout his entire body, and a dizzying vertigo took hold of his mind, as though he were floating with this angelic creature riding him through the air.

For as the ship rolled and rose on the waters, this beautiful young cabin girl—nude and glorious, almost coy in her seduction—lifted and descended upon his cock with grace, and the sensation of her flesh upon his was the fulfillment of a hundred desperately lonely nights. How he wished she’d shoved that bandana into his own mouth! For as he felt his rigidness sink into her fresh, tight pussy, a moan was squeezed from the core of his being. It was a choked and guttural sound, like a dead man rising back into life (such tales he had heard of in the Caribbean). He heard his moan in his own ears and cut it short with a gasp, at the same moment thrusting upwards into her, a dangerous moment of lost control. His eager thrust coaxed a surprised yelp that the bandana in her mouth barely stifled, and Absalom sweated even harder, certain he had made a mistake that she would punish him for before long…

Were that not enough, his testicles were fairly burning with their anxiousness to be emptied, and she had commanded him not to cum—oh, but how could she know that no other words would have made him desire it more! He tried to be still, yet this only made it worse, for she seemed to have liked the feeling of him going so deep, and the less he moved the more she seemed determined to ride him into submission…

...and then, as if possessed, he saw more than felt his own hands reaching up to touch her sweet breasts...

Soft and warm in his hands... Sam's eyes flew open wide at his touch, shocked but also alight with a heightened desire... she looked down at him, lips parted, breathing hard, as his rough thumbs slowly circled her nipples, sending sparks down through her body... now his control was truly slipping, and Absalom began to buck beneath her, changing the rhythm of their game, taking his deep, long strokes as he desired. Sam could hardly breathe fast enough with the bandana in her mouth. She froze, hovering above her slave, letting him push up into her body as fiercely as he liked, her face drawn in an agony of pleasure, and she glared down at him with a wordless warning: I know you are getting close, but if you dare loose yourself into me, you won't have that cock long enough to feel it soften again...

As if to punctuate the threat, Sam reached out and slapped him across the face. It had the precise opposite of her intended effect--Absalom jerked and felt himself begin to spasm. Sam felt it, too; suddenly those well-disciplined hands left her breasts involuntarily, and clutched her waist in a grip of iron. He groaned aloud now, his great cock finding yet another inch of ground to gain, and despite herself Sam came as well, her pleasure calling hard through the gag, her shock and anger overwhelmed by the sweet agony pouring through her body. She felt Absalom's cum, hot and slick, filling her with each rough thrust of his hips, and in the heat of the moment Sam raked her nails down his chest, fresh leaving wounds. All within a few seconds, and a few spasms more; then she ripped his hands away from her (they fell limply to the floor) and stood up, letting the pearls of his orgasm drip down upon him. She withdrew the gag and tossed it into his face (his gaze tried to stay on her but his eyes rolled, lost in the storm of ecstasy). His cock, still firm, bobbed in the air before her, seemingly unfinished, wanting more.

Sam drew her dagger with one hand, and gripped Absalom's cock in the other. The hold was silent--everyone was awake now, and watching the scene fiercely--as Sam placed the cold metal threateningly against the still-oozing head of the man's penis.

"What did I say?" she tried to hiss, but somehow could not find the malice to sell it. Instead it sounded sorry, regretful. "What did I say? If you came inside of me...?"

She still held the flat of the blade against his rogue cock, not yet cutting, but daring him to do anything less than beg and grovel. He flinched at its cold touch, and another few drops of semen were loosed. They dripped over the fingers holding the knife.

"Are you MOCKING ME???" Sam screamed, completely forgetting herself, her situation, and the crew above. And pressing the shaft of Absalom's cock flat against his belly, she lowered her dagger to lift his scrotum. "You're losing these first. Then you're going to suck every drop of your filth out of my pussy, and then--only then--we negotiate for THIS." She gave his cock a very hard squeeze to emphasize her meaning.

Just then, the sound of women's shouts came from above, from the deck. Sam froze in terror--no, no, no, she thought. They'll keel haul me. They'll maroon me at the first godforsaken rock. They can't come down here and find me, they can't know!

But then other sounds began to penetrate--cannons being dragged, dozens of running feet. And just as Sam and Absalom were both putting it together, a hole exploded in the wall of the hold, and an enemy cannonball ruined the body of one of the other slaves nearby. The hold erupted in confusion, and Sam--spattered with the victim's blood--quickly sheathed her dagger and bolted away, forgetting (at least for now) the punishment of Absalom.

Absalom, for his part, rolled over onto his side, clutching his softening cock, and waited for fate in the afterglow.