Final Fantasy 1: A twisted tangent

What of Elia and Stella – previously stripped of their clothing and bound in a most amorous way? Their fate was clear and simple, because they were all deposited onto chairs and rebound. The chairs were shorter than usual chairs, and wider; their legs were bound onto each chairleg, and their arms tightly wrapped around the armrests. Their heads were positioned at about the crotchal region of a man.

“Hey, where’d the other slut go?” asked one pirate as he finished the binds on Stella’s right arm. Try as they might, even if they were awake, they would not have been able to break the tight bonds the chairs held them in.

His colleague blinked. “Which slut? There’s so many of ‘em here.”

“The big-tittied one,” his partner replied.

“They’re all big-tittied.”

“Y’know, the REAL big-tittied one.”

“Gosh, I don’t know, yer right…”

“Looking for something, boys?”

The two turned and saw quite the sight – a naked Luca, her two world-spanning spheres hanging without support or cover, and her lovely, slender curves that marked her as, indeed, a paragon of physical attractiveness.

“Oh mama,” the pirate groaned, as he felt his willy get free, “How’d you get out of your ropes?”

“That’s easy. You just simply suck.”

The two stared at each other, and then back at her. “Suck what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Right. Would you like to suck some more, then?” She grinned as she curved her body, strutting her winning prize out towards the both of them as she played with a lock of her hair. The two grinned in response and just nodded, ear to ear.

“I’m going to let you bang me as much as you want … but on one condition,” she huskily offered as she placed a finger to her puckered lips. The two approached slowly, and one of them even held his already obviously growing stalk.

“W-what’s that?” the pirate asked, and he subsequently wiped a bit of drool off his mouth.

“Now I’ve already heard that tonight, all of us slave-girls are going to be presented to Bikke. I also heard that he likes his girls tied up and dressed.”

The two pirates nodded again. Elia and Stella weren’t dressed in anything at the moment, and so Luca continued, “What dress?”

“W-well, he keeps a whole wardrobe in his chambers. Dresses girls up in all sorts of things. Priestess, dancer…”

“And the ties?”

“W-why’re you asking this? You want to escape, don’t you?” asked one pirate after a bit of hesitation. When sex is on the line, a man may find himself questioning his loyalties, morals, and the foundation upon which he’s built his life on.

She frowned. “I’m the one who’s in charge of whether or not a vagina gets shoved up your johnson,” she warned. “So answer my questions.”

The pirate immediately blurted with, “Wrists on the back! Loops ‘round the boobs, get them big and plump! Frogties for the legs! Gets the pussy nice and spread out!”

She seemed satisfied with this answer, and stepped over to Stella. “So, in other words, a lot like how she’s tied up right now.”

The pirate nodded. Luca peered over the unconscious Stella for a moment, then turned back to look at the two. “Why don’t you try tying me in the same way? Then you can fuck me all you want.”

The two grinned to themselves and nodded as they seized some rope, and then walked up to the exotic woman. The pirate stared at the monstrous mammaries in front of him and instinctively remarked, “Are… are these real?”

He was met with a resounding slap-like thwack, but not from Luca’s obviously trained fists; rather, from those boobs that he was just glancing at moments ago. He winced slowly. “Real enough!”

The two got to work real fast. The woman was seated on one of those short chairs, her legs spread wide out as they’re tied onto each wooden leg. Luca smiled inwardsly, as she puffed herself outwards, which intimidated the pirates a little as her chest strutted out at the working force.

Her arms came next, which were both bound to the armrests of the chair; then, her breasts, an effort which made them quite round, plumped and accentuated indeed; the left pirate even almost received a nosebleed just from the raw sensual powers of such twin artifacts.

Luca exhaled as her master plan secretly came into effect. She then looked up at both men and then said, “Who’s going to shut me up first?”
It has been said that the mouth is the source of disaster; and right now, in unnamed pirate A’s world, Luca’s mouth was performing at least seven sorts of disasters upon it, of both the natural and artifical sort.

Her sucking was fast, ferocious; she dragged her lips lusciously along the length of the man’s cock, much like how a tornado would sweep and suck all around it, his penis’ head being the eye of the storm. The little man would have almost died of pleasure here and then, if she hadn’t stopped as he unloaded to open her mouth slightly as the semen all shot in. She chugged, and she chugged hard.

She licked her juice-soaked lips as she looked up at him. “You’re not bad,” she huskily commented. She arced her head back slightly as she watched the penis slip out and drop onto her breasts, the stunned man staring down at his member and at the breasts. The man eventually stepped away to let his friend have a share of the fun.

His friend wasn’t one to forego opportunity; he leaned his body down on the bound monk, penetrating her fast as he curved his cock down enough to slide it into her exposed vagina. He thrusted deep in her, causing Luca to moan, and grabbed a breast as he was more careful than to deepkiss her semen-soaked mouth.

Luca felt the thrusts going inside of her, and she definitely thought it felt good. This man was no amateur, he knew how to work her. And his cock hit up against the ends and the sides of her love tunnel, the predatory worm rubbing up against the cave of the bird of prey. Eventually she swelled as she felt his hands on her erect nipples, already accentuated from the binds. And she came, rolling through with her orgasm.

And the pirate came too, ejaculating with all his might as storm meets storm. Eventually, he pulled out and grinned to his partner as the two of them stood to either side of her. She knew what they were doing and even gave a look that invited them to do it. And the two men masturbated, hard, and eventually came again, spraying their worth on her in a bathing cascade of white liquid, of semen.

She felt the warmth of the procreative juices encasing her, and she felt it dripping all over her luscious darkened skin. It provided a nice contrast, almost, as she licked with her tongue to taste it. And she liked what she tasted. She looked to the two, who sighed a bit. “Well, time to clean her up. … later. After we tie all the others up.”

Luca grinned. Now that’s what a man should do.

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Long chapter, but it’s worth it! Thank you for your review, Streti, it has been both encouraging and helpful in its own way. I would look forward to further comments and review you have of my work in progress.