"Oh gawds!" Claire exclaimed, the former navy girl's orgasmic cries sounding tinny as they echoed around the small, windowless, steel box that passed for a bedroom aboard a pirate starship.
She thrashed and twisted on the bed, gripping the sheets passionately as the dog girl was overwhelmed with orgasmic pleasure. Her modest chest heaved, Clare desperately panting as she attempted to catch her breath, but her girlfriend was relentless. The lithe shark woman passionately going down on the canine's dripping wet cunny, pulling out all the stops. Using every last the starship captain had learned over the years: licking, probing, and filling Claire's needy, hot, wet folds with her long and dexterous tongue. Her blue eyes had turned dark with the intense concentration of a hunter, a toothy, prideful smile across her muzzle as she looked up towards her girlfriend's face, pleased with how it was contorted with pleasure.
Claire's eyes screwed shut, mouth locked open in a desperate 'o' as she moaned to the heavens. Occasionally, the dog girl became so overwhelmed with pleasure the moans died off: her mouth locked into a silent cry, even her primal scream of joy insufficient.
The couple were celebrating an anniversary of sorts. One year ago today, Captain Kaveri's crew had discovered the Dalmatian as a stowaway hiding down in the cargo hold, thus sparking the peculiar relationship the two women had formed. Kaveri was marking the occasion by going down on her love slave for the very first time, enjoying herself almost as much as Claire. The dominant shark woman knew that some people viewed going down on their partners as an inherently submissive act, using your mouth to pleasure your partner seemingly without receiving any pleasure yourself. Such people simply lacked imagination, and were possibly terrible at sex. Not only was there great personal fulfillment, for Kaveri at least, in licking a hot pussy, but she could make her slave whimper, cower, and squirm just as much with her tongue as well as she could with any whip or chain.
Kaveri, or Mistress Kaveri as she ought to be called in the bedroom, tightened her grip on the Dalmatian: using her large size and superior strength to hold the dog girl down as Claire, who had inadvertently pulled her throbbing, wet womanhood away from Kaveri's mouth yet again. It was making it rather difficult to please Claire, her tongue repeatedly swiping at nothing more than air, and the shark woman was starting to become equal parts annoyed and amused.
"Settle down girl." The shark girl teasingly scolded her canine lover on the fifth such occasion.
Claire, properly chastised, did her very best to follow her Mistress' orders. She wanted to be a good girl for the shark, and did want to be eaten out after all! However, the poor Dalmatian was so worked up, so aroused, she simply couldn't help herself. While Claire had countless orgasms by her hand in the past year, this would be the first time anyone had brought the dog girl to climax since she'd snuck aboard.
"Going down on a sex slave?" Kaveri had scoffed dismissively the first time Claire had asked, the horny dog girl foolishly thinking that returning the favor wasn't out of the question just because she was a love slave. "That would be like eating out your pocket pussy, or sucking off your vibrator!"
Now things were different. Now Claire and Kaveri, despite all the odds, had become lovers.
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Three years ago, when Claire had first abandoned the Royal Navy and stowed herself aboard a pirate's ship, the Dalmatian had no sort of plan. No idea of what to expect. She certainly never would've anticipated becoming a pirate captain's bizarre combination of romantic love partner, love slave, and first mate. Sometimes Claire wondered, had she known the outcome, if it would have stopped her or not. Would she have willingly exchanged her freedom for... whatever you could call this new life?
All the desperate dog girl had known back then, in her old life, was her current situation wasn't working. She spent a few miserable months aboard her old ship, her desperate desire wanting to escape, waiting for the first opportunity to bolt. It was a risky move, as deserting her post in the navy would earn Claire the death sentence... if she was ever caught. Claire would have to do her best, therefore, to disappear without a trace among the stars and hope the sheer vastness of space would help conceal her from the intergalactic government.
Claire's moment came on a faraway star port while the ship she'd formally served on was in the airlock for repairs. She had been wistfully looking up towards the stars as she strolled the dock, all by her lonesome, during her shore leave when a loud shout grabbed her attention. Claire glanced over and noticed a small starship preparing to take off, one of the ship's hands was casting off the thick, black power cord that provided the ship with shore power whilst docked. Meanwhile, the star port flight crew was working to disconnect the thick safety chains that held the ship to the deck and prevented it from getting blown away in the powerful wash of other starships taking off. A rather common occurrence, given how little gravity there was on a star port to keep stuff from flying away. The small vessel's cargo hatch was wide open, but just starting to close. Without a plan, only a tremendous amount of luck, Claire sized her moment. She bolted across the space dock, so desperate to flee she hadn't noticed it was a pirate ship she was about to board, running as fast as her spotted legs would carry her. She dove through the closing doors just as they slammed shut behind her.
For hours, Claire hid in the dark hold of the ship. She tried to fight off the feelings of claustrophobia, regretting her rash decision, and could only hope that the vessel would carry her far, far away from her old life in the Royal Navy without anyone being the wiser. Unfortunately, such a small ship afforded few hiding places, and on the second night Penelope found her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, mutt?" She cried before calling out for help, her two shipmates quickly at her side.
Claire fought gallantly and, while it was perhaps wishful thinking, she couldn't help but think on a bigger ship with more room she may have even escaped! But on a tiny vessel such as this she had nowhere to run to, and thus it was only a matter of time before the three girls captured her and brought Claire to the captain: the tall and imposing shark that she would eventually call her Mistress.
Kneeling before the powerful shark woman, Claire felt tiny and meek whilst still wearing her tattered Royal Navy uniform which had gotten torn up pretty good in her useless struggle for freedom. Looking up at the bigger than life woman who leered over her, seeing that sly smile and menacing glint in her eye, Claire was certain this was the end. She could just imagine those razor sharp teeth, which glinted even in the dim light of the bridge, effortlessly slicing through her flesh and bone. She only hoped that the shark would be quick and merciful about it. Even today, after they'd grown close, Kaveri could be an intimidating force.
But Kaveri didn't end the Dalmatian's life, a better fate for Claire came to the shark woman's mind as she stared down at the meek canine. If her submissive posture wasn't enough to get Kaveri's mind rolling, there was the small spattering of tiny spots against her muzzle, which almost looked like freckles. There were those blood red eyes that seemed captivating in their beauty, even as they filled with fearful tears. Her blonde hair, perfect if slightly petite figure, and floppy ears? Kaveri thought the ship with three sharks and a lizard girl might be able to use a soft, furry gal. Particularly if the mechanic's patch on her uniform meant she was experienced with running a spaceship. Besides, Kaveri knew the cost of getting caught as a deserter just as well as Claire did. Both women knew the type of leverage she had over the hapless dog girl.
Claire would spend the next year slowly proving herself to the other women: relying on both her skills with a wrench and her skills in the bedroom to keep herself alive. At a glance, it was a terrible situation. Yet, likely either a sign of how bad the Royal Navy had been or how fucked Claire was in the head, the Dalmatian started to enjoy her new life out among the stars with a pirates crew. There was newfound pride in her work, slowly improving the ship with each project. Unlike in the military, where there had been countless superior officers to question her work, often giving her conflicting orders on how to carry out her job, none of the other women were mechanics and thus never questioned her skills. When they bossed her around, which truthfully Claire didn't mind, they were much easier to obey with only four watching her back.
Better still, even though she was now considered a slave, her downtime was more enjoyable, usually spent buried between the thick thighs of one of her shipmates: the scent of pussy always on her breath. Back when she was a free woman, Claire had something of a reputation for being a 'pussy hound' and had no objection to being the 'free use' slave to a bunch of sexy women aboard a small starship. Even if she did wish, from time to time, that they would return the favor.
With time, her hard work and devotion to the crew helped elevate her place aboard the vessel. While she was still on the bottom rung of the ladder, she went from slave girl to an actual trusted member of the crew. This lasted, until a couple of weeks ago, when she had uttered three little words while with the captain in the post coitous glow of sex. "I love you."
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