Veronica the Sky Pirate Pt. 01
Veronica surveyed the skyship as it flew high over the glistening water far below. The air was clear and there was no sign of any activity. Just another hour and they would be home with their precious cargo. She gave the signal and she and her dozen harpies flew out of the sun! These female pirates used specialised flight suits to ambush prey mid-flight. A cry went up as the crewmen hastily gathered their weapons to engage the women as they landed on the deck and rigging. Veronica announced herself,
“Men of this little vessel, I am Veronica of the harpies. As of now, your lives and your cargo belong to us! Who is your leader?”
A deep voice boomed as a large man stepped forward. He was completely naked, as was traditional among the skymen. Proud, dominant and bred for strength and virility, they viewed clothes as a weakness for those with something to hide. (Not that her forced were much better. Each woman wore a small leather harness for her flight suit as well as a single leather strap to contain their “assets”. Veronica herself relied more heavily on this strap than most. A fact not lost in the man now opposing her).
“I am Maximilian Vane, captain of this vessel, and you whores are to leave immediately!”
Veronica cast her gaze down to his crotch,
“Really? You don’t look like a captain.”
Her tone caused a stir in the men around them. Like all harpies, Veronica was a master of “the voice”. A special combination of tone and content combined with subtle movements specially designed to induce intense arousal if the listener was not trained to resist. This had the benefit of distracting the foe and an additional bonus against males was becoming apparent as with cries of surprise, every cock on the ship began to rise and, as if by some sorcery, the men found themselves standing at full attention surrounded by giggling women. There were some impressive members, not one under 7 inches and most over 9. The skymen were famously well-endowed but that didn’t stop the harpies taunting their egos, which, when combined with the power travesti istanbul of the voice, only made their cocks harder, as though trying to prove their accusers wrong.
“Enough of this, CHARRRGE!” Roared the captain.
His men leapt to engage the harpies. They must have outnumbered the women 2:1 but they were fighting with an encumberance and the flight suits gave the harpies additional mobility, allowing them to escape when surrounded and dictate where to engage. Some flew overhead, dropping nets or tripping the men with ropes, picking them off one by one and always taunting them with the voice to keep them from fighting at their full potential. Any man whose cock began to flag was targeted so that each man was forced to fight with this erection bouncing awkwardly, providong a distraction and hindering movement. After only a few minutes, the men were fatigued and demoralized from running around the deck with the additional burden of their erections diverting blood and draining their energy. Within 15 minutes the men had all been disarmed, bound and the harpies were in control of the ship, sailing back to their lair.
Captain Vane found himself tied in a splayed position to a metal frame in a dank, dark stone room. The sound of running water and the distant groans of his men echoed through the caves. Veronica stepped into the light.
“Hello again, captain. I trust you are comfortable?”
“Let me go, filthy whore!” Came the response.
“Now, now, that’s no way to address a woman in my position. Don’t make me gag you.”
“What do you want?”
“Just a little bit of information,” she said sweetly, “but before we start, I want you to know something.”
Veronica leaned forward, her leather harness straining audibly under its hefty load, and whispered close into his ear in the unmissable tone of the voice,
“I was lying before, you have quite possibly the most massive set of genitalia I have ever seen, 9 inches, soft! And those balls, like plums! I’ve seen livestock with smaller! I can’t wait to get started istanbul travestileri and I hope you resist so it will last longer.”
She relished the panic in his face as his cock began to stir involuntarily. She focused a light on his crotch, he must be feeling so exposed. She couldn’t imagine the humiliation for one so proud.
“Let’s begin shall we?”
He heard a lever move and a channel or redirected water began to turn a wheel. He jumped as he felt something caress his balls. First a stroke, then again, and again. He strained his neck and looked down between his splayed legs to see another wheel, connected to the first, carrying soft leather paddles, slowly and rhythmically patting his balls with a hypnotic “pap, pap, pap”. The sensation was not unpleasant. Veronica came over and bent over his semi-erect cock so he could feel her breath as she spoke.
“Where were you taking your cargo?”
“F…f…fuck…you.” He hissed. The combination of her voice, her breath and the gentle thump running from his balls through the base of his cock was irresistable and before long he was fully erect.
“My my, I have seen my fair share of large members and I have to say, this impresses even me,” she cooed, “now it has finally stopped growing, it’s time to find out what kind of man you are”.
She produced a folded stick ruler and held it next to his bulging meat club.
“13.5 inches! More than a foot of cock! That must be some kind of record.”
“What the… ugh.” He was about to say something, but grunted.
“Oh yes, how silly of me to forget, this little device between your legs is called the siren because it starts out enjoyable, but, thanks to the quirks of the male anatomy, quickly becomes unendurable. It must be getting a little uncomfortable for you by now. I would estimate about the level of a light tap. Obviously, the longer you hold out the more intense it gets.”
She paused, despite the discomfort his cock was oozing precum. She placed a finger gently on the tip to collect some. He moaned as istanbul travesti his cock twitched in a way she had seen countless times before and she stopped before she got an accidental discharge. He must have been right on the edge! She had heard how frustrating that was for men.
“Careful. I wouldn’t advise cumming just yet, not with what you’ve got ahead of you. Trust me, the quick relief would not be worth it.”
He moaned, the sensation in his balls had shifted from feeling like a gentle caress to a light blow.
“How many shipments were there?”
“Four.”
The answer left him before he could control himself. The combined sensations and Veronica’s presence had left him dazed. He cursed himself.
“That’s more like it! An honest answer.” She saw the look of realisation dawn on him,
“You knew?!”
“Of course, these are just test questions. We got all the answers we needed from the other shipments we intercepted!”
This was a lie, but he had to believe it, “we will have some fun with your crew and make sure you are properly broken in before we make you tell us more.”
“You bitch! I’ll… Nngh” she ran her finger gently up his cock to his frenulum. With it came the sense of the inevitable. As she made contact with his most sensitive spot his resolve broke and he had no choice but to give himself to her. No fewer than five pulses escaped his cock. Purely mechanical, for she had timed her stimulation perfectly to deny him all pleasure from his release so as to leave him agitated for what came next. The first shot clear over him and landed with a thick splat on the floor. The second hit him straight in his own face, the third, his chest, the fourth only made it to his stomach and the last just made it out of his cock to run down it’s length to his balls where it added a wetness to the slapping sound from the siren still doing its work.
“There! A generous release I would say. How do you feel?”
A low moan was his only response. She moves to the lever and switched off the siren. Probably, about the level of a mid-force blow, she estimated.
“There, I bet that feels better, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, I left you with plenty of seed for later, I think.”
A door opened and two harpies walked in.
“Ah, here are the escorts, let’s go and see your men.”