The Cursed Sea of Doom, a hidden sea between worlds that existed between the Ethereal Plane, the Plane of Water and various other worlds, was a very dangerous journey. Not only could one be lost forever in it, but it was home for many terrors and abominations. Kraken, Morkoths, Aboleths, Wisps and other terrors ruled the sea, and many who sailed its waters were often altered by it.
Such were the Marauders who often sailed the misty seas looking for unfortunate travellers to plunder. However there were ways to sail the Cursed Sea, if one had passage on a ship whose crew was already twisted by the sea through a pact binding their souls to the Sea and its rulers. For the sea’s taint had already claimed such a ship, and would do no more harm to others who would have passage aboard one of them.
Annaerlitha Bharvatlan knew of rituals to call such a ship to her, but there was a cost to be paid for travellers. The witch’s companions were Eri Fhaal, Frelassa Lucette and Kesslaira Ayla, each one of them people she held close to her heart and in her bed as her lovers. As her companions assisted her in the ritual, they agreed and trusted her with what Annaerlitha was going to do, as the ship appeared out the mists on the forsaken shore, Annaerlitha knew what she was going to offer the crew for safe passage.
Moments later she and her companions were aboard a row boat crewed by a cursed man who had moist skin covered with algae and crab-like pincers for hands. The companions climbed the ladder to get on board and were greeted by the crew. A motley collection of being altered by the Cursed Sea stood on the deck, many had tentacles, extra eyes, slimy skin or fins. The ship known as the Siren’s Lament, were terrors to those who did not do the ritual, for anyone unfortunate enough to encounter the ship would have anything of value plundered, raped and then sold to one of the mysterious rulers of the Cursed Sea.
Annaerlitha smiled at the ship’s captain as she curtsied and offered her three companions, for her price for their safe passage was her companions. The cost to travel the Cursed Sea was that her dear companions would be offered to entertain and serve the desires of the monstrous crew of marauders. Each one of her companions knew what they had to do as Annaerlitha’s offering to the crew of marauders and the game they had to play.
Frelly, who was a well practiced prostitute who often played various roles, knew exactly what they wanted when she let out a frightened scream as part of the act, when a marauder unsheathed a cutlass in her tentacles. “Strip naked you three!” She commanded the trio. Reluctantly Frelly, Eri and Kess stripped down to their underwear, leaving their outer clothes in a pile as the marauders ogled them. Frelly and Eri had their hands bound behind their backs and their feet tied together, and were forced down on their knees as many of the crew formed a queue. Frelly screamed until she found herself licking the ***** of marauder with a cutlass, while Eri found the rubbery cock of another crew member in his mouth.
Kess however got the attention of a hulking monstrosity named Rhandil, the first mate of the Siren’s Lament. Rhandil was a Deep Scion, he was once Human but his pact with the Cursed Sea turned his skin into the colour of the deep waters, and tentacles were at the end of his arms, from his head and from his crotch. He was a true terror of the seas, as many victims were grasped and molested in his tentacles. The rest of the crew often called him a rape machine for what he did on their raids.
But Kess was a willing victim, as she knew what she had to do and very much would enjoy what was to happen to her. As much as she knew she could probably defeat such monsters, and as powerful as she was, she enjoyed playing the role of a damsel restrained and ravished.
Rhandil grasped Kess with his tentacles, as she screamed in terror. Kess was very much a screamer, even when she wasn’t in such situations, as lovers often complained. It was one of the reasons she was often gagged in any act of intimacy. But she was playing the damsel and wouldn’t disturb anyone on this ship of the damned with her screams, loving every moment she acted up as a damsel.
“AAAAIIIIEEEE!!! AAAAIEEEEE!!! Someone help me, please!” Kess protested as Rhandil grabbed her with his tentacles as she tried to turn away from him. Rhandil pulled her closer as the tentacles from his crotch began to wrap around Kess’ hips and legs. “AAAAIIIEEE!” she screamed again as she felt a tentacle probe her ***** and another probing her arse, realizing they were also Rhandil’s genitals.
She was already in ecstasy as a tendril that was Rhandil’s tongue extended to her face and licked her. As an offering for Annaerlitha’s safe passage, she relished in her role as the damsel molested by a monstrous pirate. Kess glanced at Annaerlitha, who she spotted lifting her skirt up and slipping fingers under her panties as she watched what unfolded.
The Cursed Sea of Doom, a hidden sea between worlds that existed between the Ethereal Plane, the Plane of Water and various other worlds, was a very dangerous journey. Not only could one be lost forever in it, but it was home for many terrors and abominations. Kraken, Morkoths, Aboleths, Wisps and other terrors ruled the sea, and many who sailed its waters were often altered by it.
Such were the Marauders who often sailed the misty seas looking for unfortunate travellers to plunder. However there were ways to sail the Cursed Sea, if one had passage on a ship whose crew was already twisted by the sea through a pact binding their souls to the Sea and its rulers. For the sea’s taint had already claimed such a ship, and would do no more harm to others who would have passage aboard one of them.
Annaerlitha Bharvatlan knew of rituals to call such a ship to her, but there was a cost to be paid for travellers. The witch’s companions were Eri Fhaal, Frelassa Lucette and Kesslaira Ayla, each one of them people she held close to her heart and in her bed as her lovers. As her companions assisted her in the ritual, they agreed and trusted her with what Annaerlitha was going to do, as the ship appeared out the mists on the forsaken shore, Annaerlitha knew what she was going to offer the crew for safe passage.
Moments later she and her companions were aboard a row boat crewed by a cursed man who had moist skin covered with algae and crab-like pincers for hands. The companions climbed the ladder to get on board and were greeted by the crew. A motley collection of being altered by the Cursed Sea stood on the deck, many had tentacles, extra eyes, slimy skin or fins. The ship known as the Siren’s Lament, were terrors to those who did not do the ritual, for anyone unfortunate enough to encounter the ship would have anything of value plundered, raped and then sold to one of the mysterious rulers of the Cursed Sea.
Annaerlitha smiled at the ship’s captain as she curtsied and offered her three companions, for her price for their safe passage was her companions. The cost to travel the Cursed Sea was that her dear companions would be offered to entertain and serve the desires of the monstrous crew of marauders. Each one of her companions knew what they had to do as Annaerlitha’s offering to the crew of marauders and the game they had to play.
Frelly, who was a well practiced prostitute who often played various roles, knew exactly what they wanted when she let out a frightened scream as part of the act, when a marauder unsheathed a cutlass in her tentacles. “Strip naked you three!” She commanded the trio. Reluctantly Frelly, Eri and Kess stripped down to their underwear, leaving their outer clothes in a pile as the marauders ogled them. Frelly and Eri had their hands bound behind their backs and their feet tied together, and were forced down on their knees as many of the crew formed a queue. Frelly screamed until she found herself licking the pussy of marauder with a cutlass, while Eri found the rubbery cock of another crew member in his mouth.
Kess however got the attention of a hulking monstrosity named Rhandil, the first mate of the Siren’s Lament. Rhandil was a Deep Scion, he was once Human but his pact with the Cursed Sea turned his skin into the colour of the deep waters, and tentacles were at the end of his arms, from his head and from his crotch. He was a true terror of the seas, as many victims were grasped and molested in his tentacles. The rest of the crew often called him a rape machine for what he did on their raids.
But Kess was a willing victim, as she knew what she had to do and very much would enjoy what was to happen to her. As much as she knew she could probably defeat such monsters, and as powerful as she was, she enjoyed playing the role of a damsel restrained and ravished.
Rhandil grasped Kess with his tentacles, as she screamed in terror. Kess was very much a screamer, even when she wasn’t in such situations, as lovers often complained. It was one of the reasons she was often gagged in any act of intimacy. But she was playing the damsel and wouldn’t disturb anyone on this ship of the damned with her screams, loving every moment she acted up as a damsel.
“AAAAIIIIEEEE!!! AAAAIEEEEE!!! Someone help me, please!” Kess protested as Rhandil grabbed her with his tentacles as she tried to turn away from him. Rhandil pulled her closer as the tentacles from his crotch began to wrap around Kess’ hips and legs. “AAAAIIIEEE!” she screamed again as she felt a tentacle probe her pussy and another probing her arse, realizing they were also Rhandil’s genitals.
She was already in ecstasy as a tendril that was Rhandil’s tongue extended to her face and licked her. As an offering for Annaerlitha’s safe passage, she relished in her role as the damsel molested by a monstrous pirate. Kess glanced at Annaerlitha, who she spotted lifting her skirt up and slipping fingers under her panties as she watched what unfolded.
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