There's No-one Here But Us Chickens

Gretchen made her way below in the darkness of early evening. She knew the warm breeze from the day would last for a while, but she'd grab a robe for her master to be sure. “That's odd...” She thought out-loud to herself, this passageway should have a torch to light it; and it's awfully dark below. She stepped carefully, not wanting to fall and thinking that it was too late go back on deck she continued slowly. Allowing her eyes grow accustomed to the dark, she could see the outline of their cabin. There was a light on inside, this was really odd, she thought to herself out loud, “I don't remember lighting any lamps before going to go on deck for dinner?”
When she started to enter, she felt her arm brush against skin, and it took only a second for a hand out of the semi-darkness to cover her mouth. She felt someone press her body firmly against the door. It was a man, and he was almost as naked as herself. She couldn't struggle, as he'd turned her around, pressing her against the door, she felt the latch against her back turn. The door burst open with their combined weight and the two of them stumbled into their cabin. It was well lit with two torches and two lamps glowing. Once inside, the door was immediately closed, she started to scream, but another hand covered her mouth and held both of her arms behind her back. The man who'd grabbed her in the passageway quickly pulled a knife and held it to her throat. “One scream and I'll cut that pretty throat of yours, blonde slut! If you agree not to scream or fight us, we'll release you?” She nodded and relaxed herself as much as she could. The man with the knife nodded to the other one holding onto her slowly let her let her go.
Looking in a double take, she saw that the two men appeared to look exactly alike, they were twins with both of them quite well built and wearing identical loin cloths. Things were starting to relax a little as Gretchen saw a brief moment to try for the door. When she did, the two men started to grab her, but the door opened and a woman stepped in. She immediately closed the door behind her, blocking Gretchen's exit, it was one of the cabin girls. For a moment, Gretchen almost seemed relieved, but things began to change as the woman looked at the two men and motioned for them to not grab Gretchen, “Going somewhere, slut?”
“Actually, I-I was just leaving to go on deck... Back to my master, Marcus...” She pointed to the door.
“Not just yet, sweet nips, sit down...” The woman pointed to a chair.
“Okay, but really, I have to pee and if you could just let me...” Gretchen's body language indicated a need to relieve herself.
The woman sounded uncaring, “I said sit down.” Gretchen sat slowly down on the edge of the bed.
“That's better. We don't want to hurt you.” She spoke in a just too sweet a voice for Gretchen's comfort. Gretchen knew she didn't like this woman from the beginning and there was no two ways about it. The woman looked at the two men, “Well, did you find anything?”
“Only a small bag of silver pieces, this medallion, and a scroll with the Emperor's seal on it. Oh, and a small pile of receipts, including this one's ownership papers.” He said pointing to Gretchen, “Her name is Gretchen.”
The woman raised her eyebrows, “Gretchen, a pretty name for a lovely blonde,” Her eyes looking up at the twins as she fingered Gretchen's hair, “From the lands of the Norse I suspect. It always amazes me how well these fair hared cunts brown up in the sun. You know how you can tell when one of them has had a long exposure to the sun?” One of the twins raised his eyebrows and shook his head; the other one did likewise, “Their nipples turn the same color as their skin. The only way you can be sure here nipples are still there is excite them, like this...” She began to finger Gretchen's nipples to hard erection. Both of them popped out hard and excited, ready for sucking. “There see, what did it tell you? All right you, stand up now, so we can get a really good look at you.”
Gretchen slowly stood up. She tried to hide the fact that she is pregnant, “Well you're a delicious sight, what a nice round ass, with a full head of golden blonde hair and smooth bronze skin. Look at her with such a full ripe mouth and straight teeth, and those clear blue eyes like two pure sparking pools of water. Check out those long tapering legs with full thighs to match, and these full, ripe breasts that just stand out on your chest with saucy pointed nipples...” She tweaked both of them just as spoke about their pointed condition, “Would you two just look at this sweet smooth cleft just full of honey I'll bet. Oh, and my goodness, do I detect a yummy little bulge in the tummy? Got one in the oven for the ol' master, eh?”
The tone in this woman's voice made Gretchen's spine quiver. She tried to keep the mood on the lightest possible note. Gretchen appealed to the woman's appraisal of her in as positive a way as possible,
“Oh, as his slave, I do everything possible to please him. My condition serves as a badge for my devotion to him. He is master and I am slave...”
“Isn't she just the best slave..?” The woman addressed her comment mostly to the men. The chit chat had stopped and the woman and the two men looked about the room. Gretchen had once again seated herself on the bed, looking at the three. The man who grabbed her in the hall, was the same one she'd seen working on the dock the day they left Rome. Recalling, she would see someone that she swore she just saw a moment ago in another place, and that was impossible. She now realized that they are twins and no wonder she thought she was seeing double, she was. Evidently they were just hired deck hands for Captain Hestus. Due to the warm weather, the two were clad only in loin cloths. The both of them were quite well developed with firm chests, bulging muscles, dark curly hair and steel blue eyes. Both had a bronze tone to their smooth skin and their teeth were white and straight. The large bulges under their loin cloths told her they obviously knew how to fuck.
The woman she recognized as one of the three cabin girls that Captain Hestus used to keep house for his guests and serve the meals. She was topless, wearing only a skirt that was tied low on her left hip and sandals. Her youthful breasts were somewhat small, but opulent and about the size of a cut-in-half grapefruit. What was outstanding about them was her large full nipples that standing erect they were the size of Gretchen's thumb, and nearly as big around with the tips shaped like the end of her pinkie finger.
While the woman sifted about the cabin, Gretchen noticed faint lines crossing her back. A few of which curved around and across her breasts, a tell tail mark of the lash. In all she was somewhat attractive, but the years had been good to her, looks wise. She had long brown hair, with light brown skin, and brown eyes that were sort of almond shaped. Her lips were medium and she had one tooth missing above the right corner of her mouth. Freckles dotted the bridge of her small, pug nose, and oddly, in some ways she reminded her of Marcus.
“You two keep looking. It's gotta be here.” She focused now on Gretchen, still seated. She went over to her and sat down beside her as if to try and make friends. “The twins are something aren't they? Look at those muscles and those bulges under the cloths. Oh, hum...”
“How can you tell them apart?” Gretchen asked as if to keep the conversation easy.
“Oh, it's easy when you see them naked. Francis has two balls in that sack of his. The other one, Drake has only one but its as big as the two the other one has.”
“I see...” Gretchen rolled her eyes a little bit.
“No you don't see, you see, you have to take their loin cloths off first.” The woman responded in a sarcastic tone of voice.
“I'm sorry, I mean 'I see' like 'I understand' and not like I actually can see, see..?” Gretchen bit the edge of her hand.
“Before this gets really out of hand, my name is Adria. I was born to rich Roman parents. When I was less than a year old, an old crone stole me out of my nursery. She gave me over to her daughter who's child had drowned in the river during a flood. She put the body of the other girl nearby so that my real parents would think it was me and I had drowned. Declared legally dead. I was brought up by the crone's daughter. When I was sixteen, my adopted mother, so to speak, took me shopping one day. For some reason, the ox cart bolted when a Praetorian guard chariot charged by. Her dress got snagged on the cart. She was drug on the stone street for almost a mile before anyone could stop it. The shock killed her.”
Gretchen looked at Adria and shook her head, “I'm sorry.”
“Well, I'm not. I was stolen and I'd lost my true place in Roman society because of it.” Gretchen listened, “When the physician pronounced my adopted mother dead, two guards took me by my arms. Standing me aside they began to ask a lot of questions. I did feel sorry for her. After all, even if I was angry, the woman tried to give me a good life. The guards wanted to know where my father was and where I lived. I really didn't look like my adopted mother at all and this concerned the guards.”
“Were you arrested?” Gretchen was beginning to get interested in the story.
“Yes. They put me in the jail. I was scared and very emotional. The dress I had on had tore in a few places when I tried to chase down the cart. I fell running twice. Witnesses said I had arrived in the cart with the woman. A few told the guards about the chariot, but they didn't make any notes about it.” Gretchen started wondering to herself, why the woman started telling her this story? “Anyway, I appeared before a special court of the Senate. I, well, I told them my whole story, but they didn't believe me of course. This and that led me to setting beside you telling this story. I said all of this to tell you why I am here with these two in you and your master's cabin...”
“I see, I think..?”
“I knew that my original parents had two sons. One was older than me and the other younger. I'd learned that one of them was named, Marcus. I am not sure of the other...”
“Oh, really? Marcus?” Gretchen's ears perked up at the name of her master. Adria nodded, “I get it now, you're looking for proof that Marcus is in reality, your brother?” Adria nodded again, “Oh. I thought you were looking for valuables, like gold or Silver, or maybe Jewelry...” The twin's eyes lit up, “and, well, I'd stumbled in on you...” The woman looked at the two men and rolled her eyes, “In reality, slave girl, you understand correctly. I am looking for my true brother...”
“Yes... Well... A... Let me pee first. If I leave after, I can get my master, Marcus and he can follow up on your search..?” Gretchen looked at the three of them with a 'isn't that right' look on her face. They all looked back at her with a 'not really so' frown on each of their faces. Adria, not taking her eyes off Gretchen, held her hand out, “Get me the breast clamp...”
Back on deck, Hestus was motioning for more wine, “Marcus, I'll wager you ten silvers that Bambina wins out over this girl Leecha..? Did you see the way she used her fingers on that other girl's ass and cunt! She gripped her like a poodle ball and the girl turned to putty; it was fantastic!”
“Ten silvers?! Make it a gold govern, Hestus! Bambina is good, but I don't think she can take many more slaps on her breasts. Look at how red they are and her nipples are twice their normal size... Damn, will you look at how chapped they've become?!” Marcus pointed out with certainty.
Hestus looked at her and cocked his head to one side, “Well, still, all right bet, a gold govern it is!”
Marcus smiled then a thought occurred to him, “Hey where is my Gretchen?” Marcus was sounding a bit up on wine by now, “I'd like her to suck my cock...” He burped.
“Marcus join me tonight after these matches, the looser of the final battle, will be nippled with a rod in my cabin... While she's strung up by her thumbs and toes... What say you to that?” Hestus asked with a broad smile on his face. Marcus shrugged, maybe, but something was obviously on his mind.
The problem was that Marcus' favorite slave girl was now setting tied in a chair. Her wrists to the arms of it and her legs and ankles to its base. Her breasts had been fitted with a device invented in the desert countries to punish harem girls.
“Now, what is your name girl?” One of the twins leered closely at her, Adria slowly looked back at him, thinking to herself, 'did I just hear him ask for her name?'
“I did tell you earlier it was Gretchen; miss Adria...” She was shaking and acted a bit scared.
“Gretchen Miss..?” Adria quipped, wondering to herself, 'I don't like this tone of voice...'
“No, 'miss' is what I was about to call you, Miss Adria...”
“Simple minded little bitch, give it to her on her nipples...”
Drake held a thin switch in his hand which he applied with a flick of his wrist directly across her hard nipples. She jumped and shuddered in the chair struggling at her bonds, “AAA!”
“Really, you are such a sweet girl. Just tell me where your master keeps his gold and we'll stop.”
Gretchen was sweating, “I really don't know for sure, please believe me. OW, it hurts...”
“It'll hurt worse. Again, Drake...”
The switch whisked in the air giving a subtle impact onto her bulging breasts, “AAA!”
“In the harems of the east, they use these to punish errant harem girls. Usually the girl is standing with her wrists above her head, nude on display, as an example to the other girls to be on their best behavior.” Adria fingered the breast clamp and turned the two screws on each side of Gretchen's breasts one turn.
“Oh, please don't squeeze 'em any more?” Gretchen shuddered with hurt.
“Again, Drake.” Adria nodded for the switch to hit the blonde nipples.
Drake gave it a hard hit squarely across her nipples, causing Gretchen to quiver in a pain that made her teeth chatter and her eyes roll, “AAA! NO!”
“All you have to do is talk and tell us where we can find Marcus' gold and we'll be done?”
Gretchen shook her disheveled hair. Her breasts firmly sandwiched between two blocks of wood with winged screws on either side and her milk was starting to ooze from her nipples. They looked to be quite red and swollen.
“Again, Drake.” He nodded to Adria this time bringing a bit more heft to the stroke allowing the lean ash limb laced her twin tips with new fire. Gretchen jerked a couple of times and struggled almost uncontrollably, “AAA! NA-NA-NO! AH, STOP, PLEASE, STOP!” Her eyes somber and swollen with tears of anguish.
“TALK! I'm loosing my patients with you!!!” There was a soft knock at the door. Adria looked at Drake who went to the door and in a soft voice, asked, “Who is it?”
Francis replied softly, “No-one here but us chickens.”
Drake started to reply softly, but was interrupted by Adria, “What's this chickens crap, Drake?” Adria seemed aghast. Drake smiled and looked with pride, “Code, miss, to make sure it was Francis and not someone else. I wouldn't want anyone else to know we're here...” Adria shook her head is disbelief, “You moron, here we are in the middle of the ocean, and you act like we're in a public rest-room in the middle of Rome. Who in the hell do you think it'll be knocking on this door? Damn it, stand back, I'll let him in myself.” She opened the door, allowing him in.
As he saw Adria he whispered low, “I'm not 'damn it', I'm Francis...”
In total frustration, Adria slapped her forehead and slammed the door closed onto Drakes knuckles, 'CHUNK'. He let out a yelp, “OW, ohh, hump...” “Well it serves you right... 'nobody here but us chickens' by the gods!” Adria gave a defined single nod of her head to him, as she said the word 'right'. She was very irritated at them both, and with her eyes on Francis checking things out, she asked, “Is something the matter, Francis?”
Francis looked about to see Gretchen tied to a chair with the breast clamp on and her nipples having been severely switched; he noticed that her head was lolling about, she didn't look good, “Do you think it wise to torture her like that?” Francis asked.
“Who are you to question me?” Adria asked in wide eye disbelief she heard his question.
“Well, won't Marcus notice her condition and come down here...” Francis was just being practical.
“Fuck Marcus. Fuck her. And, Fuck YOU!” Adria made a 'pouf' gesture with her fingers in his face as she voiced her reactions to his stupid question.
Francis stroked at his loin cloth, “I'd really like to fuck her in the ass, right now!”
“Really, Francis, I'm not amazed; but not so for you, I want you in my ass tonight, got it, really?” Adria made her point.
“Really, I do want to fuck her ass, miss...” Francis got a simple look on his face, as if in hopes to make her statement a reality right here and now.
“Will you stop calling me MISS!” Adria was starting to loose it.
“Now, really, here, miss, can I...” Francis tried to get her approval.
“I MEAN IT! I AM NOT A MISS! Not a peep from you, Drake, I am serious...” He nodded, as Adria looked at Gretchen, “You either, miss high and mighty!”
“But, my name is Gretchen, miss...”
“I KNOW WHAT YOUR NAME IS, GRETCHEN! UNDERSTAND THIS... The next time you call me 'Miss' I'll use this on your nipples until they pop off. Have you got it?”
“Yes, M-Adria...”
“That's better.”
It was now that someone had passed gas, which made an unusual 'ppfffiittt' sound.
“Oh gawd, that's awful... Open the port, Drake... Geess, whew! Oh, wow, what the hell did you eat..?” Drake rolled his eyes, “Don't look at me! It wasn't me! I always get accused of this...” Francis shook his head, as if to say, 'it really wasn't me this time'.
“Well I DIDN'T DO IT!” Adria raised her voice again, then the three of them looked at Gretchen. Gretchen looked kind of sheepish, “Sorry...” It was hard to believe that something so smelly could come from the insides of something that looked so sweet, “What the hell did you eat?” Adria waived the air.
“You brought dinner to us, Mis... I mean, Adria.”
“Oh yea, I remember it was cooks idea for those 'sish-ka-bobs' things...”
“Oh, shish...” Drake sighed.
“No, sish-ka-...” Adria started to say.
“She-man-ease...” Francis shook his head.
“I said S-I-S-H-K-A-B-O-B! Not 'shish' or 'she-man-ease' understand?” The two men nodded and smiled.
“Now, where were we?” Adria tried to regain control.
“Talking about his passing gas...” Francis tried to be helpful and accurate.
“I said I didn't do it! Why do you always accuse me..?” Drake continued.
“Shut the fuck up, now!” Adria was in no mood.
“Well he started it...” Drake pointed to Francis.
“Quiet!” Adria closed her eyes as she said the word.
“It was...” Francis began.
Adria looked daggers at Francis.
“Well, he started it...”
She turned her glare to Drake.
“Adria? Mis... I mean Adria...” Gretchen spoke in a soft tone.
Adria closed her eyes and spoke between clenched lips, “What is it, girl?” “I really do have to pee. Somethin' bad now...” Gretchen did look desperate.
“Shall I untie her, now, Mis... I mean, Adria?” Drake piped up.
“Drake, get the bed pan.” She spoke between smiling clenched teeth.
He got it and stood holding it proudly.
Adria's eyes began to roll from a gaze fixed on Drake to Gretchen in the chair, “Well, put it under her chair!”
He did and again stood grinning.
Again, her eyes began to roll, “She can't pee through the chair, Drake, cut a hole in it!”
“Cut a hole in the pan..?” Drake sounded puzzled.
Adria reached down and picked up the pan, and with a quick motion, slammed it down onto Drake's head. It made a rather loud, 'BONG' sound, and she quickly put it back. Adria looked at Francis who seemed a bit startled while his brother rubbed his noggin, “Not a peep outta you!”
“No, mis... Adria.” Francis didn't want to get 'bonged' on the head.
Adria focused back on Drake in a pay attention tone of voice, “Now, use your knife and carefully carve a hole in the chair for her to pee through. You can carve a hole in a chair can't you Drake?” Adria realized that these two were getting into one of those moods again.
“Oh I can do that all right...”
“Good.” Adria smiled.
He stood there just smiling. Gretchen was becoming quite uneasy and it looked like her eyes were about to float.
“Drake? You may put the pan under her and carve the hole now, Drake. Begin this minute. Why are you waiting, Drake?”
“I was waiting for your order, Mis... Adria.”
“The order is given, Drake...”
“Yes, Mis... Adria.”
Adria brought her upper lip down over her upper teeth and stuck out her lower jaw, exposing her lower teeth. She then noticed Francis just standing there, “Why don't you help him, Francis?”
“Yes, Mis... Adria, well, I was waiting for your order for me to help him...” She smiled at him with a broad full, minus one tooth, smile, “I give you the order now to help Drake, Francis.”
“Excuse me, M... Adria, but he's Drake and I'm Francis I'm not Drake Francis, just Francis...”
With out voicing a word, Adria mouthed the words, “I know that.” She chuckled, and he smiled at her, glad that she understood. With both of her hands pointed down, pivoted at her wrists she raised them up and down in a 'go on' quick gesture, she shrugged her shoulders. Francis shrugged his shoulders and they both shrugged their shoulders together. Drake was busy cutting the hole in the chair. Using a voice loud enough for Gretchen to hear, but evidently not loud enough for Drake and Francis to hear, Adria raised her hands skyward, beseeching, and speaking to Jupiter, “Oh mighty one, why must I do these crimes with Bevectus and Anuspate?” Gretchen thought this woman to be very strange and these twins to be quite dumb, so why would she want to ask Jupiter to help her commit crimes by now using a couple of clowns from the Forum?
The activity on deck was in full swing, “Ho! Marcus, don't worry about Gretchen and enjoy the entertainment. She's probably just taking a nap, you know, she is in 'that way' and all, here, I'll have Cherry suck your cock, she's not due to fight until last...”
“Yes, well she does have a fine mouth, Hestus. Oh, yes, look at how Bambina seems to be loosing to that girl, what is her name...”
“Leecha.” Hestus smiled drunkenly.
“Yes, Leecha. Hail Leecha... Hey, this girl can suck, oh wow...”
“She can suck the varnish off an oar's end...” Marcus rolled his eyes at Hestus' comment. Cherry has a very ripe, full mouth with long dark hair that shines in the moon-light. Taking his cock well into her mouth, and deep into her throat, she sucks with incredible force. Using her tongue to lap at the end of his cock, she looks up into his eyes, Marcus nodded to himself, 'This girl is skilled...'
Gretchen was glad to be able to pee, and oh what a relief. It felt so good, even with three pairs of eyes are wide with amazement as the porcelain pan begins to fill to a hollow sounding stream of pee flowing from a seemingly unending source; it flowed on and on and on.
Drake pipes up, “She must have had to pee.”
Adria just looked at him and looking back now at Gretchen, she closed her eyes as if to apologize for these stupid men. Her head shook slowly as she closed her eyes. It flowed out of the girl for what seemed like forever, but, soon Gretchen's pee slowed down to a trickle. Then it gave a sudden bursting stream almost as if to start again, but it only lasted a few seconds then stopped. Three steady drops plashed into the pan and finally done. The three looked close at the pan, noticing that it was quite full.
“I guess I had to pee for two...” Gretchen spoke in a soft voice.
“Two what?! Elephants?!” Adria exclaimed.
Gretchen just wrinkled up her forehead. She did look relieved as she spoke, “Thank you, sir. I know that you will all be famous some day, and...”
“These two? Are you kidding? By the way, don't call either of them 'sir' it'll give them big heads.”
“Oh, it just seems like you might be the one to lead them to new discoveries,” She whispers to Adria, “like for the both of us! These two have such a nice bulges under those things they're wearing...”
Adria couldn't resist the comedy of it all, “Discoveries? Oh, yes, I can see it now S-I-R-S F-R-A-N-C-I-S and D-R-A-K-E unveil the new world. Of sex that is... Ha, ha, ha, ha, hooo...”
“What else is there?” Gretchen giggled, as Adria just shook her head. Drake stood smiling again and holding the pan of pee just waited for Adria's orders.
“Well, don't just stand there holding that pan-o-pee, Drake, get rid of it.” She points to the pan and then to the port hole. Drake carefully walked the pan to the port that he'd propped open when Gretchen had passed gas. As he approached it, steadying the pan, the port slammed closed. He tried to open it back up by holding it with his elbow. A bit of the warm liquid spilled. Looking at him with tight lips, Adria folded her arms across her chest. Drake tried again to pour the stuff out the port by holding it open with his elbow, but the pan was quite full and it spilled a little more.
In the history book of natural occurrences, there is one item which will plague wise men for centuries to come. This item is the behavior of birds, especially ones that fly to sea. For the most part, birds flying at sea, noticing any chance to perch in a open, lit, cub-be hole is too much to resist. A passing Sea gull saw Drake's arm sticking out and it was just the ticket for a brief rest. After it landed it started a loud squawk.
Adria, in a 'I can't believe this' look on her face, tossed her arms in the air. She made a few quick turns and looking at Gretchen cocked her head to one side almost as if to say 'were it ever thus'. In the mean time, Drake was trying to coax the bird back into the air, “Shoo. Shoo. Go on, fly away. Shoo.”
The bird squawked again and pecked at his ear, “OW! Stop it.” The bird's beak and head bobbed back and forth, causing him to spill a bit more of the pee.
“Would you like some help, Drake?” Asked Adria in a simply put question.
“I don't want to help him. He'll probably spill pee on me.”
“Oh, Francis, do you think so?” Adria poised a stupid question to him.
“Gee Mis... Adria... Isn't that a kind of stupid question?”
“I don't know, Francis, I was just trying to keep with the mood of things...”
Sea birds evidently have a code that they fly by when at sea. Probably it goes something like this, when they land in a lit cub-be hole the length of their stay is limited to no less than ten nor more than fifteen minutes. Drake spilled a bit more of the pee, but he was determined to have the final word with this bird, “Go away. Shoo. Shoo! Fly away, now! Fly! Go on!”
Gretchen was in awe. This was the most unusual thing that ever happened to her. She'd forgotten about her poor breasts still squeezed in the clamp.
“Francis, did I say you didn't think?” Adria began a stupid conversation to add to the atmosphere.
“You implied that I needed to be in a mood to think, as if I wasn't thinking at all...”
“Francis, I said 'mood of things' not 'mood to think'...”
“There you said it again.” Francis pointed with his fist clutched and one finger pointing out at Adria.

Adria shook her head in awe-belief, she paused a moment the asked, “Drake, we can help if you just ask us?” “No problem, Mi... I mean Adria, I, I've almost have him out-a-here!”
Adria looked over to see the bird still comfortably perched on his arm. Giving Drake an occasional squawk or peck as he tried to get him to fly away. Adria went over to the bed and sat down and rolled over onto her stomach, she then cradled her head between the palms of her hands, thinking to herself, 'that this just can't be happening.'
The real humor of all this had finally struck Gretchen and she began to giggle. At almost exactly seven and a half minutes after the Sea gull landed on Drakes arm, the first of what was to be the most vivid display of uncontrollable laughter ever known in the history of the Roman empire, was about to begin. It would last with out interruption for the next forty seven minutes. It would probably be the only case of its kind ever to be witnessed while the person laughing, was wearing a breast clamp. With certainty the criminals would profit, despite their actions, due to this very factor. It started out as a slow chuckle, and began building up to a full blown hoot; as it started, Francis continued his argument with Adria the whole time, “You clearly said 'mood to think' I heard you.”
“I know, Francis. Look if you weren't such a lover boy in bed, I'd have kicked your ass overboard a long time ago!”
“What about me?” Drake looked at Adria.
“Squawk!” The bird had to have his comment.
“So I'm a boy now, eh?” Francis folded his arms across his massive chest.
“Lover boy is an expression, Francis, a kind of term...”
“I'm Francis, not Term, who is he? Another one of those 'lover boys'?”
“I can't believe this?” Adria looked at Gretchen with a smile, Gretchen just looked at her shaking her head and kept laughing, “OH MY, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA...”
“I'm surrounded by idiots...” Adria knew the best thing by now was to go with the flow.
“Where Mis... Adria, are they..? Oh, I know it's the bird...” He starts to leap for the bird.
“No, that idiot bird is not the idiot I'm referring to!” Adria pointed into the air with one finger.
“There you said it twice and the bird is one of them...” Francis continued towards the bird.
Gretchen's sides were beginning to hurt, “YOU, TWO, HA, HA, HA, OH, MY, HA, HA, HA, HA!”
Drake still jerked his arm about, and continued to spill some pee, “Shoo. Go away. Fly. Go. Shoo.”
“Squawk! Squawk!” The bird opened its beak and pecked Drake, as some more pee spilled.
“You, idiot that idiot bird is not the idiot I mean.” Adria raised her voice to Francis.
“That's three idiots now you speak of...” Francis went into a full body defense mode.
With her arms in the air again, Adria began calling on one of the gods, “Jupiter, please...”
Gretchen just watched and laughed, “THIS IS SO-O FUNNY, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, OH PLEASE...”
What's peculiar about this, is that it took Adria so long to notice the effect their antics were having on Gretchen. She'd been laughing so hard she even let out a few tinkles of pee.
“That's about enough, Mis... Adria, Jupiter is not one of those idiots!” He casts his eyes quickly to the heavens, “Forgive me, Oh mighty Jupiter!” An idea just came to Adria, “I have it!” She clapped her hands together once which by coincidence was at the fourteenth minute and fifty seventh second of the bird's rest. Giving the appearance that her clapping hand caused the bird to fly away. Drake smiled, “Hey thanks, Mis... Adria.” Drake looked at her still spilling a bit more of the pee. The others including Gretchen looked in time to see the bird take off after she clapped. Gretchen went into another level of hysteria.
Like a mad woman, Adria looked about the cabin for a stick. Finding one she handed it to Francis, “Here. Hold this.” Drake finished dumping the pee over the side, and looking at him Adria motioned to him as she spoke, “Put that pan down, idiot and come over here. Stand behind this idiot. Now, Francis behind you are the idiots, use this stick back over your head and hit the idiot behind you in the head for me. They are there and continue until you get them all, understand?” Francis nodded, he understood.
In a complete show of stupidity beyond belief, Drake stood directly behind Francis while he hit him on the head. After what took a surprising long time, Drake keeled over knocked completely out. Francis continued to strike behind him all the while he now was hitting himself on the head. As nature would demand, so many blows to the head would lead to unconsciousness, and down fell Francis.
All the while this was going on, Gretchen had evolved to another level of hysteria that was making her orgasm. The little sweetheart was dripping her womanhood in a puddle under her chair. Adria laid back on the bed just mumbling to herself, “No not you idiot, I see three idiots, no the bird isn't an idiot, yes he is an idiot, you stand over here and let me prove it, I'll show you.” In all she was very proud that she'd succeeded over the two idiots. As she laid flat on her back, her arms were in the air making pointless gestures this way and that and smacking her fist into her palm in triumph. It was as if she was carrying on a conversation with an unseen person in the overhead. Soon, it began to dawn on Adria that Gretchen was in a state of uncontrolled laughter.
At first she was angry that this slave girl was laughing at them, but she also began to realize that she was suffering with this laughter. As Gretchen began to regain control of herself, Adria stood up and went over to the two men out on the floor. She took a ladle of water and tossed it on them, “Wake up, fools...”
“OH, MY, OH, MY... YOU THREE ARE SO FUNNY, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA...” Gretchen still laughed out loud. While the men stood up, rubbing their heads. Gretchen had began to regain her composure a bit, but she was still laughing. She took in a deep breath and in doing, the breast clamp popped off, and landed on the floor. Adria pointed to the clamp, “How'd you do that?”
Gretchen smiled, not hearing Adria's question, “Listen, you three are so damn funny, why I haven't laughed so hard since, since, well just since...”
“Laughing at us makes us mad, girl...” Adria cocked her head to one side, and she began to chuckle a bit, “Ya know, I'll just bet we put on a comical show...”
“You did, oh you did, why I'd bet the Emperor himself would laugh as hard at your show...”
“Pretty funny, eh?” Adria was getting mad, Francis and Drake could tell.
“Really funny, and oh how did you get that bird to land on your arm?”
“Oh, it was easy, all I did...”
“Not now Drake. Gretchen, what do you plan to tell...”
“Oh, yes you all deserve a reward after that show. Oh, I know I'm kinda tied up, but if you let me loose, I'll get you a reward. I'm sure the master would approve if he'd seen your show...”
To Adria, this was the chance she was waiting for, and she motioned for her companions to be quiet, “Gretchen, will you tell your master about us?”
“Your show, yes, but your story, Adria, probably not. I suggest you talk directly to him about family things...”
“Un-tie her boys.”
It took only a few moments to release her. Gretchen went over to a chest and working with it, she came back with a hand full of nine gold coins. It was more than the three of them had planned, “Here, I left some, 'cause if you take them all, he'll punish me and come looking for you.”
Adria nodded her head, “Oh, you're so right, and I'd have never thought of that, would you boys?” She then thanked Gretchen and apologize for whipping her nipples and using the breast clamp on her. The two girls hugged, and Adria felt Gretchen's firm breasts press into hers.
They all helped to tidy the place up a bit. Cleaning up the spilled pee and putting away the scattered things, “Drake, take this chair to the storage locker...” Adria ordered.
He looked all about the room, “It's that way Drake,” Adria points out the door to the left, “and get a new one of them will you with a good bottom in it. Take the torch and put it back at the far end of the corridor.”
He returned with a nearly new one that matched the old one prior to the bottom being removed.
“There we are, now everything is back to normal.” There was one more thing that had Gretchen quite curious, “Could I see what's under their loin cloths?”
Adria smiled and nodded for them to remove their cloths. Francis jerked his off and Drake untied his. The two nude men made Gretchen sigh.
“Like um? I get these every night.” Adria jerked on both the men's cocks at the same time. They steadied themselves by grabbing Adria's shoulder. Adria looked at Gretchen as her nipples began to harden. She put her fingers up and toyed with them, smiling, “Oh, don't forget your breast clamp, your whip, and their loin cloths...”
The three turned and left, as Gretchen made sure the room was in proper order. Adria stopped in the narrow passageway, it was very quiet and she could hear the torch hissing a bit as it burned, turning around she began to speak to the two, “Listen, you two really amaze me. The only reas...”
“I don't hear anything, except this torch and now you talking, Mis... Adria.” Francis spoke up.
She shook her head. As she turned to leave she felt Francis's hard cock brush against the open slit of her flimsy skirt. He grabbed her shoulders and pinned her standing against the bulkhead. His eyes fixed on hers, he reached down and yanked on the semi-loose knot holding her skirt low on her hips. It came undone and she lost it in a second. He showed it to her and handed it to Drake. She glanced at Drake who was looking at her. She started to say something when Francis put his fingers to her lips and his other hand found the `V' of her sex. He slipped his middle finger into her wet pussy, and she whimpered, “Oh...”
“You don't need any more chat, you need a good fucking, right here and now...” Francis slid his erect cock deep inside her dripping cunt. She was well impaled on him as he began to fondle her erect nipples. Using deep thrusts that made her ass thump quietly against the wooden walls of the bulkhead, he firmly fucked Adria. It didn't take long for them both to climax, Francis put his hand into her mouth to muffle her orgasmic cries as he gritted his teeth. Her pussy began to feel hot and creamy as Francis fill her with his white seed, her cunt fairly drank it in as she worked her hips in rhythm to his thrusts. Soon their thrusting began to slow down and Adria slightly swooned in Francis's arms. Her breasts with their big hard nipples flattened against his chest.
Drake started fondling and rubbing her breasts as Francis held her, all the while his hand squeezed and kneaded her firm ass cheeks. She smiled at them both, “That's why I put up with you two...”
They'd finished just in time after straightening themselves up a bit, they disappeared at the far end of the passageway. Just in time as Marcus was making his way down the other. He bumped drunkenly into his door and fumbled with the latch. Going inside, the room was dimly lit by a low flamed torch and a single flame oil lamp. Gretchen was laying down on the bed. Her nudity appeared earthy and shimmering in the low flickering light. Marcus looked at her, she stirred and rolled over, exposing her nipples which looked swollen and dark. Noticing the dampness of her cleft, he thought she'd probably been fingering herself for a while. He shrugging his shoulders, and went over to his valuables chest. Opening it, he took out his bag of silver and then his bag of gold coins. He dropped the bag of gold coins and they spilled onto the floor. He saw some of them go between the cracks, irritated he mumbled loudly, “Damn it!”
Gretchen stirred, “Oh, master, I must have dozed off. I had quite...”
He interrupted her angry that he spilled the coins, “Help me pick up these coins?”
“Yes, master.” She got down on her hands and knees picking up as many of the coins as she could find, “Some of them went between the boards, master, but I...”
“All right, all right, a few for the sweepers, right?”
“Yes, master, but I...”
“Don't worry about it. Come here and well get sleep now together...”
“Yes, master. I really had quite an...”
“Um-hum, for now, and I know a dream, right, well tell me tomorrow.”
“Oh, master, really it wasn't...” It was no use. She noticed that he'd had quite a bit of wine and now he was out of it. He started to snore, and she smiled at him and looked at the place where the coins had fallen onto the deck.
Adria, Francis and Drake were fucking like animals. Their sweaty, nude bodies glistened in the moonlight that flooded in from the open port as they fucked. Their sleeping area was directly below Marcus' cabin. Francis was fucking Adria's cunt as Drake fucked her ass. She was sandwiched between the two men, changing positions, Adria would suck on Francis' cock as Drake ate out her pussy. Just as they changed positions for Francis to again fuck Adria's wet cunt.
A gold coin had tumbled slowly from the overhead. It flashed a couple of times in the moonlight and landed with a soft thud right on the entrance to her pussy. Adria stirred a bit, opening her eyes, but before she could say a word, Francis, rammed his cock into her, slamming the gold coin deep inside of her. Adria opened her eyes wide as she whinnied like a mare in heat.
Cherry stood with outstretched arms, corded to the cabin's overhead by her thumbs. Her legs were spread and held wide apart by cords on her big toes tied to rings in the decking. A nude Bambina welding a thin cedar switch, beat a steady tattoo on Cherry's swollen nipples. Sweating, both girls glistened, reflecting earthly shadows about the cabin as Hestus reclined, equally naked, on his bed, stroking himself as Bambina switched Cherry's nipples to a blister. He would have them both tonight, Cherry was the hottest bitch on his galley after being well nippled with a cedar switch.