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STORY: Kendra - Lv 03, Ch 05
🕑 Added 2017-12-29 04:28:22 +0000 UTCKendra - Chapter 05 - Oh... Captain!
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CONTENT WARNING: the following story is a becoming more explicit with each chapter: it may contain major F-F erotica with elicit details. Also contains extreme female genital hypertrophy, to the extent it is borderline futanari.
--- LEVEL: 03 ---
Kendra awoke in dim candlelight, looking around she could see simple wooden furnishings and a small cabin that had to be- 'on the ship!', she realized as her eyes made contact with the weird pirate lady sitting across the room reading. "Where are we?", she asked, still a bit groggy.
"Halfway to Treasure Island, long as you were out", Poppy teased.
"We're in the ocean?!", she sat up gasping.
"Well, it is a ship...", Camilla mocked. She watched for a moment as Kendra freaked, then added, "she's not seaworthy, Red, at least not yet. Besides, how do you think I launched her? You figure I just carried her a couple of miles over land while you were napping?"
"But you said-"
"Damn, bu, guess I did hit you too hard. That's not the *treasure* I'm talking about", she playfully stalked closer.
Kendra tucked the medallion back under her shirt and looked wary.
"Not lookin for your gaudy bling either, beau... I've got a map to your *hidden treasure*, and I want to see how this *key* fits", Poppy said, crawling up to her and slowly sliding her finger across Kendra's lips, eliciting a sigh.
"HEY BOSS!", a a gruff voice rang through the open porthole, followed by a series of loud clangs and shuffles. "Found that WAX you were talking about-"
"I said *QUIETLY*", someone scolded in a hushed voice.
"Of all the damned times", Camille cursed. "Excuse me, pretty, I have a crew to flog", she said dressing quickly and winking back to the newcomer as she climbed back onto the deck.
Maybe all the recent events were finally catching up with her, but Kendra felt pretty clear- er, at least, that is to say, her libido wasn't in overdrive as it had been for the past 36 hours. She felt a little nervous, and for the time being at least neither aroused nor amused by her present situation. She wasn't angry at this strange woman, but well... she didn't know what to make of her. All of the self-consciousness and doubts and criticisms that made Kendra~ 'Kendra', had bubbled back to the surface; here was a really hot girl trying to seduce her and all she could think was, 'why would she want a freak like me?'
. . .
"Mr. Duncan", the captain called as she landed and began walking behind him, "is there a reason you've returned with a gang of bellowers and clatterers so long before curfew?"
"Sorry, Ma'am", the second mate fixed his glasses then stood at attention prepared for a verbal lashing. He had yet to earn the respect or command over his mates; Timothy Walter Duncan III was a rather introverted fellow who spoke without authority or conviction.
You'd not be wrong to call him a bookworm, but it was not this trait that robbed him of any confidence. In truth he had no idea if he was the third, but he imagined that anyone pompous enough to call their son Timothy Walter, must have a family tradition with that name. He assumed this because, of course, he would have no way of knowing... the orphanage he was raised at didn't exactly keep good records, and they sure as hell didn't tell the kids where they came from. (The poor lad had no idea that he was actually Stephan Mwangi, abducted as an infant from a hospital in Nairobi while his mother was in recovery.)
The captain had rescued him, she'd rescued all of them from the fire. They'd been with her ever since that night... three years now. Most of the kids were from overseas, Camilla suspected they were running a child trafficking ring, but she was never able to prove it. Rather than go through the legal mess of having the state take them, she stepped up and declared herself their captain- taking on the responsibility to feed and raise two dozen or so souls ranging from eight to eighteen. (Actually seven to almost twenty-one, but as their birth records were lost... no one quite knows how old they are. And since most do not even know their own birthday, they celebrate August 24- the day the cap'n liberated then and saved them from the inferno. The cap'n herself was only 23, but she had taken to celebrating with the crew on their day rather than reflect on her own missing childhood.)
After several uncomfortable moments and two circles by the captain, Duncan continued, "The boys got excited, Ma'am."
"Perhaps your timing isn't entirely inopportune, Mr. Duncan. Indeed it is somewhat fortuitous we have this chance to discuss the evening meal."
"I see. The captain has a guest tonight. Something with red, something with white, or does this call for something with a bit more fizz?", he replied now understanding the nature of the captain's epigrammatic pith.
"If all goes well, I should need to replenish carbs... and plenty of protein. So make it something heavy; savory... aromatic, but inoffensive. Traditional... and yet refined. Perhaps something with a well seasoned brisket, croissants... a bit of variety in the trimmings, and a few smaller, assorted entrees."
"Right then, red it is, Ma'am."
"Bring enough for all hands... and... two of myself. But, uhm, do try to keep it under a grand.", Camilla continues, trailing off a bit as she considers the bill. Two of her was indeed no small task; the meat alone might run over $400 raw, but to get it cooked to order? Not to mention Minerva, perhaps she hadn't ordered enough? No, he would account for the first mate. She paused for a second before handing him the card, "fifteen hundred, tops."
"What time would the captain like to dine this evening?"
"Curfew will be fine; now run along and grant us some privacy if you would, good man", the captain said dismissing her leftenant and hopping the 12+ feet to make a silent landing back on deck.
"Come, men, we have work to do", the second mate said emboldened, for the time being at least.
. . .
Kendra was pacing about the small cabin when Poppy returned, "I... I should go."
"Nonsense, you must stay through this evening. Please, allow me to entertain you. I've already made arrangements", the captain retorted.
"But... why?"
"Oh, that's cold, beaux, I thought you at least found me interesting."
"You... but- why me? I mean look at me; I'm disgusting", Ken said on the verge of tears.
"Nothing that a good shower can't fix, but first I want to show you something", Camilla parried, scooping up Kendra as she ran outside.
. . .
Kendra's head was already swimming, long before the bloodrush of a fireman's carry coupled with Poppy leaping from pile to pile across the yard. For her part, Camilla barely noticed the extra weight. By the time they zigzagged the mile across the lot, Ken was no longer obsessing about her reflection, she was too busy trying not to... huh, she thought, she hasn't eaten since lunch yesterday; perhaps that's why nothing came up.
Poppy tried gently to set her to her feet, but Kendra promptly, and gracefully, fell upon her ass looking rather dazed. It was several minutes before she spoke. "How did you get so strong?"
"Oh that? 'twas nothin", she deflected, trying to hide how proud she was of her own progress these past few years. "I'm more interested in seeing what you can do... now, stand up and hold out your arms", she commanded as she looked for something suitable. "Hmm... maybe this one", Camilla continued as she shoved an old, but still shiny aluminum v4 block at her.
Kendra was surprised by the weight, she'd always heard these things were heavy, and having it thrust into her certainly emphasized that point, but once she had a grip it wasn't too bad. She was sure she couldn't hold it for very long, but she was able to curl the weight a few times before it slipped.
The engine landed with a deep thud and a chill shot up her spine as Ken realized how close that came to crushing her foot.
"Too heavy?", Poppy half-mocked, though still impressed the little one could manage a weight that most professionals have trouble with; that block weighed almost twice what red did.
Not knowing how much it actually weighed, Kendra felt a little self-conscious at the remark... spurred on by being called weak, she squatted down and hefted the weight back up again. She got almost 20 reps before it slipped again; "nope", she smirked, "just a little slippery from all the oil and grime." She tried not to wince as her biceps tore in half from the exertion (or so it felt to her).
"Here, try this one", Poppy suggests, handing Kendra a steel block about the same size.
The steel block was significantly heavier, but also had better hand-holds. By the eleventh rep, Kendra's face was completely purple; on the sixteenth, Camilla stopped her and took the weight back afraid she was going to hurt herself. Despite being in obvious pain, Kendra showed no sign of slowing.
Deciding to switch to legs, Poppy took Ken over to a rusted out skeleton of a car. Carefully setting the weight to her shoulders and spotting her, she asked Kendra to squat the back half-car.
Kendra was definitely having problems, and by the eighth rep her feet almost came out from under her, but Camilla didn't have to intervene and catch the load until midway through the eleventh squat. Though, if she hadn't, then Kendra would have been pinned under a half-ton of rotting steel.
After catching it and getting Kendra clear, Poppy curled the back end for six reps on either arm, then hoisted the remains overhead and tossed it a couple of feet away into a pile of debris.
Ken was dumbfounded, her jaw nearly dragging the ground, but there was something else, something she never expected. Kendra has always been attracted to girls, especially buff ones, but she had no idea how aroused she would become by the superstrong vixen in front of her. The blood drained from her face and head and all rushed to overfill her majora and glans, both swelling to obscene proportions, beyond even those of a wild animal in heat.
"Okay, maybe that's enough for today, time for a shower", Poppy thought aloud, unaware of the effect she was having until she had to catch Ken mid faint. "All tuckered out again, red?", Camilla shrugged as she gently carried her back through the garage into the house.
. . .
It wasn't a very large house, and most of the space had been converted into sleeping quarters, but clearly the bathroom had been renovated and expanded to meet the growing demands of the many residents. The bathroom was larger than the living room and den combined, it had almost a dozen shower stalls and what looked more like a Jacuzzi than a bathtub. The only thing she didn't see in here were toilets, when Kendra asked about it, Poppy told her the crew elected to split the loo off to another room when they remodeled and expanded the bath.
Without thinking, Camilla stripped down and asked whether Kendra would prefer a shower or bath... she added a wink with the last part. Seeing Ken's shocked expression, she stiffened up and asked, "I'm sorry, did you want privacy? The stalls are-"
Suddenly afraid to miss the opportunity, Kendra disrobed in two quick motions. It was Poppy's turn to be shocked. Partly by the speed, but far more so by the anatomically impossible level of excitement Kendra's nethers were showing. And seeing Camilla in her full, perfectly toned, glory only made the display more obscene as Kendra's clitoris filled even further.
"Guess you like what you see", Poppy boasts puffing her chest out and putting one hand to her hip. She bit her own lip as she tried not to think about how engorged her partner was, at this rate she'll be off 'fore there's even any contact.
Kendra looks down and away, but the bloodflow continues to increase until its almost painful.
Camilla runs over to start the bath/jacuzzi filling, and bends down seductively to open the faucet.
Kendra instantly loses control and pounces her into the tub, almost breaking the valve in the process.
The two laugh and wrestle for position as the water slowly fills. Though Poppy is normally far stronger, it seems that Kendra's force is multiplied by her arousal as she managed to overpower and pin the larger girl to trib in the K-superior position, with Kendra's oversized bud spreading and stroking her partner from bulbs to glans.
"Damn, girl, you growin' a fist down there?", was all Camilla could manage as her mind melted into ecstasy. With each pass Kendra seemed a tiny bit bigger, and Poppy could feel herself beginning to stretch, and for just an instant she swore she felt something enter.
After their first mind blowing release, Kendra spun Poppy about under her into a sixty-nine. Camilla caught an eyeful of exactly how much her mate had swole; on the whole her vulva had grown large enough to birth a colt, or perhaps a small teen, and although her clit was less than a shot glass in length, in girth it had surpassed a brandy. In all it was a monstrosity one might see in an unbirth vore comic, and as she gazed upon it, she could not help imagining her entire head being swallowed.
But her fear soon abated as Kendra began a right proper tongue thrashing, suckling, flicking, and licking of her own honeypot. Tentatively at first, Camilla began rubbing and kneading Kendra's thick folds... and despite a gallant effort her lips could not manage to completely encircle the pink jawbreaker dangling before her, so she settled for licking and tugging at her oversized treat. The flesh was firm under her grip, not pliable as she expected, she had to use a good deal of strength to move it at all; likely enough force to destroy a lesser endowed lover.
With each firm tug her girl revealed a little more, and receded a little less, until her flesh finally stopped growing at a double-shot long. Camilla could take it no longer, she loosed her full strength and forced Kendra beneath; then slammed down upon her, spearing herself fuller than with any partner prior. The girth had pulled down her cervix such that it almost touched on each stroke, and she began to wonder whether she was riding a young lady or a rutting stallion.
The water level was finally creeping around Kendra's face, threatening to submerge her any minute, but neither noticed... neither cared as the continued thrashing about, sending waves right up her nostrils. Finally, Ken couldn't take anymore and she erupted in a violent slosh as her own cervix ejected all the fluid built up in her forgotten canal; it hit the back of the tub with a loud and viscous splat of what looked more like clear hair gel than mucus. Very slowly it oozed into the water.
As Kendra crested, her absurdly overgrown clitoral glans pulsed out another inch, violating her lover's womb and squeezing her with an unbelievable tightness that left both women paralyzed somewhere between extreme pain and unbearable pleasure, and involuntarily curled over staring deep into the other's eyes in shock & bliss as they adjusted to sensations the human body was never meant to perceive.
. . .
They awoke, still caught in their intimate embrace, to the sound of water cascading over the rim of the giant tub onto the tile floor. Nearly two minutes later they finally processed everything that was happening, and Camilla turned off the spigot, dislodging the shrunken invader in the process. Both women fell back exhausted and laughing, sending a massive wave onto the floor, which only spurred more laughter.
Poppy was the first to speak, "Damn, beaux, are you part minotaur or something?" She bit her lip and began playing with Kendra's right nipple.
"WHERE IS SHE?!", a feminine voice boomed from afar, likely in the garage as it was accompanied by several clanging noises.
"This should be interesting", Poppy laughed, adding, "you might want to get dressed before she finds us".
Kendra pouts for a second, then stands up and steps out of the bath onto the damp floor. Most of the flood had already washed into the drain, but small puddles lingered here and there. As she began towelling off, Camilla was somewhat saddened to notice her friend's anatomy had returned to human proportions.
Poppy stood nude in the tub, removing the stopper with her toes.
Just then the bathroom door burst open- "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!", a blonde woman screamed as she began charging Ken.
"Riki.", the Captain scolded, freezing her with a single word.
The woman looked down and spoke much softer, "yes, mistress?"
"What's the rule?"
"No fighting in the house, mistress?", she said staring at her feet.
"Right then, what are you going to do?", Poppy asked rhetorically.
"Apologize, mistress?", she asked nervously.
"And then?", Camilla queried with raised brow.
"Go out to the garage and setup the ring?", she suggested hopefully.
"Ah ah, you're forgetting a step", the Poppy corrected.
Barely audible, in a far more sullen voice, "shall I bring the Captain's lash?"
"Indeed you shall", Poppy states as she steps onto the tile.
Riki lingered a bit too long, staring at her beautiful mistress, then rushed out.
"What was that?", Kendra asked.
"Long story", Camilla replied.
As Kendra finished dressing, Riki ran back in and dropped to one knee before her still nude Captain, offering what looked far more like a riding crop than a corporal lash and trying not to stare... too much.
Poppy took the crop and commanded, "present".
With that word, Riki pulled her miniskirt past her knees and bent full over touching her toes.
Kendra looked on confused, but at least a little aroused by the display.
Camilla made two swift strokes in an X, leaving a bright welt in the center of each cheek.
Riki clenched up and let out a little sob, but caught herself and held fast until dismissed.
Poppy made one last stroke up the middle, landing squarely across her vulva, but with only a fraction of the force of the first two.
It was just enough to make Riki yelp, jump, and almost pee herself, but to her credit she didn't move.
"Well go on, set the ring up, we'll be along shortly", Camilla ordered.
As ordered she ran back toward the garage, almost getting to the bathroom door before Poppy chimed, "forget something?"
Riki froze and thought for a moment, before bowing and saying, "thank you mistress", as she exited the room.
"The Captain has an interesting idea of discipline", Kendra smirks.
"No. No. Our... shall I say 'Cabin Girl'- is a special case. First of all she's a good six years older than most of the senior crew. And of course she came from a rather different background than the others. And if you really want to know, the S&M was her idea... she's rather *obsessed* with women who can physically dominate her. She's almost as bad with the first mate... except that Minerva's been known for a- *fleeting* sense of humor."
Ken nodded silently, taking it all in. She had never given much thought to bondage, but somehow this rebellious submissive was begging to be hogtied and gagged.
"Look, obviously you don't have to fight her if you don't want to... but if you do, please be careful. And of course, gentle- the girl may be mean as a snake, but she's also soft as a kitten... with razor sharp claws, but still very delicate.", the Captain didn't care for her own description, however apt, as it made the girl sound positively fragile. In truth she was just average, normal... human.
. . .
"Should we give her a hand?", Kendra asks, watching Riki strain to assemble the boxing ring. It had been dismantled for cleaning, maintenance, and to make room for a project last week.
Poppy just sat back and smirked, "she's the one that wants this so bad, she ought to work for it. Besides, if she tires herself out now, she won't scratch as much."
"I thought you were joking about the claws."
"Nope, she likes to bite and scratch... and pull hair, go for cheap-shots, you name it. She's going to try to piss you off, so you'll take control; then she'll refuse to tap out... So, there really are only two ways out of this: injure her, or tire her out. Please avoid the former, she's already masochistic enough."
"What if I just let her win?"
"Did you catch the part where she *wants* to be dominated? She's not going to let you off easily."
"So by letting her to all the work now..."
"I'm saving both of you some pain... and possible injury. Protect your face. I've warned her about eyes, but she still swipes at them when excited. This isn't so much a match as a catfight."
. . .
"Alright, you two", Poppy started, calling both fighters to the center. "I want a good clean fight... actually I don't care, but I don't want to see any blood, broken bones, or dislocated joints, got it? NO INJURIES." Then turning to each girl individually, first to Riki, "STOP GOING FOR THE EYES, and knock off the biting and scratching would you?" Then to Kendra, "and you... no more ripping people in half!", with that she winked that only Ken could see.
"In... half?", Riki repeated meekly.
"That was just the once, and how many times do I have to say, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.", Kendra played along dialing it perhaps a little too far.
Riki's knees were crossing, but Ken couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement in her eyes.
Just then, Camilla signaled the start of the fight.
. . .
Excitement. It was definitely excitement. Riki had a wicked grin as she circled around the shorter girl and slapped at her, "come on, bitch, what are you waiting for?" Then kicked her in the shin, "come on, damn it, you just gonna stand there?", and again.
Kendra was trying to decide what she wanted to do with this pest. She didn't want to use cheap shots on someone so harmless... then again, her punk-ass moves were starting to hurt.
Losing patience, Riki kicked her opponent squarely in the cooter. Kendra dropped to one knee with a stunned expression, but only Poppy noticed it wasn't pain.
Riki lashed out for the same weak-spot two more times and Kendra's tongue lolled out the corner as her eyes crossed. Feeling empowered, Riki grabbed Kendra by the hair and started grinding on her face.
Kendra came back to a noseful of Riki's scent, and clearly she was getting excited. Ken was well past that point, but tired of the games, this bitch was hers now. Kendra reared back and headbutted Riki, striking between the lower abdominals and the upper pelvis, right on the edge of the bone.
It was enough to stun the blonde while Kendra flipped her into a leg pin that looked somewhere between a roll-up and a lower grapevine, designed to humiliate an opponent as well as immobilize them. Kendra's legs pinned Riki's over her head, with her ass held at the perfect spanking angle, and spank she did.
Kendra held her there, punishing her, until well after she spasmed and passed out. Riki's ass and upper thighs had gone past bright pink and were in many places turning deep purple.
When she returned to her senses, Kendra felt very uneasy about the level of trauma she inflicted. The girl was going to have a hard time walking and sitting for at least a week.
Poppy scooped her up and gracefully walked up the ropes and out of the ring, being careful not to jar her too much. Then, turning back to Kendra, "She'll be fine. Besides... you had to do it. Let's put her to bed. Its been a long day, maybe we could all use a quick nap before curfew."
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