<div class="floatleft">(http://s32.postimg.org/8gkx9ej79/Screenshot_2016_04_27_23_08_30_1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lesslie Alkens<br/><strong>Location:</strong>l<em>i</em><del>R</del>orik's shop of wonders!<br/><strong>Time:</strong>The present, after a short trip to the tavern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Lesslie sat against the wall of her shop with a book in her hands looking at the front cover with a blush on her cheeks her breathing a bit heavy with excitement at the thought of the information held within that had fueled many of her fantasies. She set the book down for a moment reaching behind her to loosen the lace of her dress standing to pull it down easilly sliding off her body leaving her wearing only simple white panties and a thin bra. She scooped up the soaked dress draping it over a pipe to dry before sitting back down. Lesslie bit her lip picking up the book opening it to a random page...<br/><br/><em>-woke, it was slowly. My head ached with a dull throbbing pain and, as I quickly learned when I tried to rub my forehead, my limbs were bound to the unfamiliar bed that I found myself in. <br/>As my senses returned slowly to wakefulness my stomach fell, the shifting sensation of the floor - the deck - beneath me and the smirking figure that stood over my immobile form quickly crushing my hopes that the defense had worked, that we had managed to push the marauding pirates from our town and back into the sea. Or, perhaps, the defense had succeeded, yet they had reached me and carried me off before being forced to flee. Hopefully, that was the case, but it still left me, a tiny slip of a noble girl more suited to study and writing than the harshness I knew would come, at the mercy of these pirates and their leader. And that Leader ... </em><br/><br/>Lessie blushed her hand resting on her stomach with her legs clamped together while she read. This, this was the beginning of one of Lesslies favorite parts in the book, she had read it dozens if not scores of times... she continued to read on, her hand brushing lower along her stomach as she felt her warm tail beneath her rump.<br/><br/><em>If you met her, you would, perhaps, not see her for what she is. Tall, with a body hardened by her life yet still full and generous in ways I wish mine was, Bloody Beatriz could be mistaken for just a common - if attractive woman approachig the midpoint of her life. But a closer look, at the sharpness and dark glee in her dark eyes as she surveyed my bound form, the subtle yet strong muscles that shifted under her dark skin as she turned my head to meet her gaze ... such a look would see her true nature, that of a predator who would take whatever she wanted.</em><br/><br/>Lesslie imagined the scene many times, her limbs bound leaving her helpless at the hands of the pirate Bloody Beatriz. At that moment she pictured Beatriz younger than depicted in the story,  with scales on her arms, legs and tail and purple hair much like her own, beautiful and domineering. She felt her excitement building, her hand resting on the hem of her underwear feeling the curly purple hairs beneath.<br/><br/><em> "I expected someone older," she admitted, her voice silky smooth but as cold and sharp as a razor. "You gave us a lot of trouble, little girl." Her hand trailed down my chest, unbuttoning my blouse as it went. "We didn't even get any good booty out of it. So ..." Her fingers, delicate-seeming but rough and calloused and strong, pushed themselves up beneath my skirt, finding and pressing against the thin layer of fabric that was now all that protected my innocence. "You'd be ransom, usually," her smirk grew at my gasp  and feeble, futile attempts to pull away from the pressure she was applying between my legs. "But now? You're part of the booty, girlie. And that-" She climbed atop the bed, her larger body held over mine. "And that means you're going to get plundered." Her fingers pushed again, then circled against my mound.</em><br/><br/>Lessie spread her legs as she read feeling a moistness between her legs, as well as leaking from the tip of her tail, her tail curling up the slick tip rubbing against the crotch of her panties a soft quiet pant escaping her lips.<br/><br/><em>As much as I wanted to meet her defilement of my body with defiance, my body seemed to have other ideas. Despite myself I could feel a growing dampness forming beneath her assault and soon, no matter how hard I tried to remain silent, a moan was forced from my lips.<br/>"You like this, don't you?" Beatriz purred, her lips now only inches from my ear. Despite her obvious skill and the wetness that had by now ruined my panties, I responded with merely a flat look of defiance.<br/>She merely laughed and continued to grind her fingertips against my drenched core. Minutes passed like that, her strong fingers rubbing against my wet sex while I struggled to hold back the gasps and moans that my traitorous body was being coaxed into producing.<br/><br/>While I has been as pure as any girl, I will admit that I had touched myself there before, but Beatriz's abilities far exceeded my only clumsy attempts and, although my shame bubbled up with each sound, I couldn't hold myself back for long. Each moan seemed to excite her further but, while here attention had been constant, I dimly realised that I felt nowhere near release, despite the constant touches.<br/><br/>"You want my fingers in you, do't you, my little pet?" Beatriz purred, noting the change as my moans changed from reluctant to needy. <br/>I tried not to dignify her taunts with a response, but her rough fingers had built up an aching, burning need between my legs and I could feel my pride melting away under the need to have her - to have <em>anything</em> - inside me. And she knew it.<br/>"Ask me, pet. Beg for you mistress to take you?" Her breathy voice, as sweet as chocolate and as dangerous as a shark tickled my ear and I whimpered, my pride and my need in frantic battle. "I can tell you're still a virgin." She continued pressing her advantage - and her fingers - further. "Beg for me to defile you."</em><br/><br/>She made her tail move away from her crotch, her hand squirming its way under her panties, for fingers gently caressing her lower lips slowly, imagining a draconic pirates fingers doing the pleasant stroking.<br/><br/><em>I struggled against my bonds. I pushed myself away from her fingers as far as I could, then onto them, trying to take the release I needed. I tried to bring my body back into control, but I felt her tongue running slowly up my neck, her fingers ground against my desperate, needy sex and I couldn't stand it any more. <br/>"P-please," I whispered, my body burning with humiliation as I forced the words out. "Please take me .."<br/>"How, my little slut?" She purred into my ear.<br/>"Your .. .your fingers!" I gasped, pushing my hips against her hand.<br/><br/>I could not see her face, but I could tell she was grinning as her fingers - finally! - slid under my sticky lust-soaked panties and into my body, thrusting back and forth with rough, forceful strokes that set my already aching sex on fire. <br/>"One thing pet," She whispered as I gave in to the pleasure and moaned, feeling my long denied climax approaching. <br/>"A good little pet doesn't tell its owner what to do. You're mine now, and I'll take you however<em> I </em>want."<br/><br/>I could barely hear those words as my sex clamped tightly around her fingers and my body stiffened and shook on the edge of release, needing only a little more - and then those fingers pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated.<br/>"Maybe tomorrow, pet." she smirked in response to my pleading whimper. "If you're a good girl.</em><br/><br/>Lesslie closed the book at the end of the page curling two fingers leaving two outstretched using them to frig her clit, stifling a moan, having been trained to stay quiet due to usually being within earshot of family at night most of her life.