The small procession sauntered back towards the back of the ship: Out of the corner of her eye, she might notice a couple of men muttering between themselves making their comments about her.<br/>Some wore annoyed and frustrated faces – might it be the rumors of her current assignment travelling faster than the speed of a bullet?<br/><br/>The pompous, self-important First Mate paraded like his dignity was at stake – if his chin went any higher, he’d only be able to see the sky. His feet jutted ahead of him, threatening to kick anyone unfortunate to be caught in their paths.<br/><br/>The demon in disguise puffed on the brutal thing of a cigar perched between his teeth. When his trolless captive inquired, he let forth a loud “CORR!” as an introduction:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">My fantasilicious lil’ thing, weren’t A’ a man of decency..</span>” – Emberspikes smile took a sarcastic character.. or rather, a more sarcastic character – “..-I woulda’ stripped ya’ and had a mite vicious sex here on the deck. You suck with a fervour worth praises.”<br/>The goblin folded his lips around his poison stick as he gave her a second gander – while they looked like goblin eyes, they felt exactly as she rekindled from the Underbelly: they positively –ate- her where she walked, slow blinks hinting just what he might be thinking.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">A’ cherish every curve brought forth to attention like that, luv. We’ll have to make sure you stay prim an’ proper like that. Now, as to how long ya’ve been asleep..</span>”<br/><br/>He snorted out a cackle:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">A few days – which netherdamnme too long – me pricks been buildin’ a mighty pressure! A shame A’m at the beck an’ call of the Baron today, for I’d enjoyed you all day if I was the leader of the outfit about here.</span>”<br/><br/>The first mate and the clandestine goblin-in-disguise led Tamaska down into the belly of the ship, descending the sturdy personnel stairs: The ship was like a living, breathing thing, its blood-veins composed of humans and the occasional goblins or gnomes. Her nostrils were assaulted with a sheer melting pot of scents (sweat a clear king-odour), sounds and sights in the cramped compartments, hallways and rooms she was led through.<br/><br/>Everywhere, she had to squeeze past surprised and occasionally dumbfounded sailors who stared uninhibited at her half naked form. None dared touch her, though. Why was left unanswered as some of these gents definitely found at least two good reasons to fondle.<br/><br/>The convoy stopped in front of a closed wooden door in the residential area of the large, noisy airship: With two attentive raps on the door, the First Mate barged in, goblin and trolless in tow:<br/>The room was simple, but spotless – a small table dominated its center, three bunk beds perched against each wall besides the door-wall.<br/><br/>“<i>ATTEEEEEEEEEEEENHUUUUUUUR’!</i>” The First Mate literally howled his voice breaking half-ways.<br/><br/>Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, and five muscular white-shirted men stood straight backed in a frozen salute back squarely facing the bunks, glances stiffly peering ahead at eye level.<br/><br/><i>“ALLRIGHT, you sleazy dogs!! The Baron has been merciful on your lazy arses! Lord Emberspike has gracefully hauled a little gift from our ruler in an unjust display of kindness! You –better- believe that I objected loudly to his suggestion, but alas, I’m but the First Mate!</i>” the titular first mate stormed on.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Dalton, bro..</span>” Emberspike attempted.<br/><br/>“<i>Were it to MY decision, I would have sentenced you to a proper FLOGGIN’,  I would-..</i>” – “<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Daaalton</span>”, Emberspike tried again.. “<i>..- and I would have taken your salary entirely! BUT ALAS, we have standards, and-..</i>”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">DALTON!</span>” Emberspike snarled causing both the First Mate and the five strapping sailors to winch.<br/><br/>The goblin pulsed on his cigar with an annoyed expression before breaking into his lecherous grin again:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Don’t worry, luv, we’ll take it just fine from here.</span>”<br/><br/>First Mate Dalton initiated in a split-second long duel of glances with the goblin-in-disguise, snorted dilapidated and commented:<br/><br/>“<i>Very well, yes. I have a ship to run. You have the helm, Lord Emberspike. And men, you have cleaning duty when you are done with the girl.</i>”<br/><br/>The First Mate turned one-eighty and marched towards the exit: He halted and attempted to look at Tamaska with a discontent, condescending glare: Problem was her fair skin, her pretty face and those deliciously juicy breasts free to the world in combination with a killer-body gave him a raging hard on. When his eyes found hard time concentrating on her face, he shook his head, sniffed in a vague attempt to defend his dignity and left the room.<br/><br/>The moment the door shut, Emberspike made his blunt comment:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">What a trogg.</span>”<br/><br/>One of the marines choked on a chuckle before forcing his face half-ways into something serious.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Arright, you’s wee bastards! Father Winter here’s brought candy and gifts to the poor sinners! Stop that salute-elekk-crap and say hello to Tamaska.</span>” He cood.<br/><br/>“<i>Well, -helloeeeh theeeere-..</i>” one of the sailors growled with a delightful grin spreading on his face once released from his disciplinary command. He was blond-haired and sported a small blond full-beard.<br/><br/>Various comments on common were exchanged between the other four, one clapping his hands together grinding like he was to enjoy a particularly good meal.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Since you hellions got two hours of doin’ nothing, Lord Schwarzhand thought you needed a tad o’ respite! Go on, she’s all yours to enjoy! Oh, and Tamaska..</span>”<br/><br/>The goblin unclasped the chain and planted a firm hand on her buttocks, showing her forward into the “embrace” of five approaching men, eyes roaming her shape and form, eating her up quite proper:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">A’ll be watchin’ you this round – A’ expect myself a wonderful show. Don't disappoint, eh?</span>”<br/><br/>She felt their bulging pants all around her hip area as they circled her like hungry wolves. And then, hands suddenly found every single vacant spot on her body to fondle, grope and toy: Two separate hands clasped around her breasts, fingers instantly grinding around her stiff nipples…<br/><br/>Haggard breaths suggested that she was in for a rough-and-tumble unlike anything she’d tried before…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>