Eventually, I decided that my little adventure, even though it had seemed real to me at the time, had to have been a dream since no one else on the yacht seemed to recall being forced to pleasure a Goddess or being turned into pigs.  I decided to attribute it to too much ouzo and an overactive imagination and focus on the important things such as enjoying the scenery and fucking.  In other words, I was back to being the perfect party girl for the crew of The Argonaut. As long as I went easy on the spirits, everything would be fine.  

It was another beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. Leaning on the rail I gazed out, enjoying my view of the sea, marveling at how impossible blue with water was.  I decided to convince Michael to find me an island so I could go swimming. Sans bikini, naturally. Afterwards, I could sun myself on the beach. Or even better, be ravished upon the clean white sands.

My musings were interrupted by a hand fondling my ass. Jason’s hand.

“Daydreaming?”

“I don’t suppose there’s plans on dropping anchor anytime soon?”

“We’re near the Kyklades.  Perhaps we can pause for lunch near an island.”

I responded with a purr as he slipped his large hand between my thighs and cupped my pussy through my bikini briefs. It seems perfectly natural to rub myself against his fingers while gripping the rail with both hands.

“Fuck me,” I breathed, anticipation soaking the thin material.

Laughing, he withdrew his hand and trailed his fingers up my spine, causing me to shiver uncontrollably with lust.

“Slut,” he said in a low voice as he undid my top, freeing my small tits and then surprising me with a sharp swat on my bottom.

“I’ll put in a request with the Captain. I’m sure he’ll be happy to accommodate,” he said, kissing the back of my neck sensuously, his lips soft and warm and full of promises.  “Unless he wants a mutiny on his hands.”

He left me like that, horny and topless and looking forward to a romp on some secluded island with whoever was interested. The more the merrier.

~~~ 

It was several hours after lunch when we set anchor upon still waters alongside a wide swath of beach set against dark red cliffs.

“Volcanic rock,” Marc commented. “And, if you look carefully, you can see ruins. Might be fun to explore."

“We should spend the night. Make an adventure of it,” Christos suggested. And so it was decided.

~~~ 

The day was warm and it seemed pointless to bother with a swimsuit, even though the water was cooler than I would have wished. Not everyone had accompanied me. After all, someone had to stay behind and make sure The Argonaut didn’t drift off. There were six of us. Besides Marc and Christos, Jason, George, and Alexis had motored over along with an ice chest full of Mythos beer and an assortment of snacks and sandwiches to keep our strength up for exploring the island beyond the dark-coloured sand. Brushing myself off and got dressed, transforming into practical, yet still alluring, Bunny for climbing cliffs and exploring ruins. White denim shorts. A white cotton tee with ‘Anal Bead Tug-o-war Champion’ in gold across the front. A good pair of boots and a baseball cap completed the look.

When I say climbed, it makes it sound much more dangerous than it really was. On one end of the beach, there was a breach that allowed us easy access to the top of the bluff with a minimum of scrapes and bruises. And a lot of swearing. What can I say, I know a lot of dirty words. It was worth it just for the banter alone.

“It’s a city,” I decided, setting off a debate.

“More like a large town,” From Marc.                                                   

“Medium-sized,” Christo chimed in, grinning mischievously.

“Was,” Jason again.

“Was?”

“Was. Now it’s just walls and rubble.  You need people for a town.”

Since it didn’t seem dangerous, we felt comfortable wandering off to explore. I found it exciting, picturing what the place might have looked like thousands of years ago and wondering if everyone had simply abandoned the place over time or if some cataclysmic event had forced them to flee. I felt like an explorer, especially when I came across several artifacts covered with grime and dust in one of the few buildings with its roof intact. A small round shield and a sword that was too small to be a proper sword yet too big to be a dagger. They were both made of bronze. At least I thought they were. Eager to show the others I pulled them both free of the dirt and shards of stone covering them and hurried outside. Or, at least, that was my intent. What actually happened was I took half a dozen steps before the ground gave way beneath my feet.

Too surprised to scream, I simply fell into darkness and gave my head a good bang when I hit bottom. Hard enough to knock me senseless. For how long? I could only guess. When I came too, I felt a little sick.  There was a bump, covered with something tacky – blood, probably – on the crown of my head. A concussion, most likely. Great. At least I hadn’t broken rule number one of the girl guides. Or what should probably be rule number one. Never go wandering off without your cell. Hopefully, I’d get service down here. If nothing else, I’d have light…

I looked around. I was in a hallway. No. A corridor made of brick. I could see the hole I’d fallen through above me. Too far to climb so I tried calling Jason. I guess Ancient Grecian isles weren’t big on service. Typical.

“You could wait here and hope they find you, Bunny.” Yes, I’d already begun talking to myself, a sure sign that I’d sustained brain damage. Actually, I did that a lot normally.

“Yes, but that could take forever and be incredibly boring and who knows what kind of interesting things you’ll come across buried down beneath the city. Town. Ruins.”

So it was decided. We’d explore. Bonnie and Bunny. I giggled a little at that, deciding that I definitely had a concussion and should probably not wander off on my own and wait to be rescued. Or Bonnie decided. Thankfully, Bunny ignored her advice. After all, we had a sword and a shield and a flashlight and we had, not too long ago, outwitted a goddess and rescued an entire crew of hapless men who’d been turned into swine.

“I am Wonder Woman. Queen of the Amazons,” I declared. Moments later a dizzy spell took me.

“Wonder Woman?” Bonnie scoffed.

“Wonder Bunny!” I said, doing my best to imitate the fanfare of trumpets. It sounded more like a sick elephant. Close enough to steady my feet and head down the corridor and into the unknown, easier said than done when you have two hands and are trying to manage three different things. Thinking myself clever, I used a bootlace to bind my cellphone to my sword.

“You are brilliant,” I told myself.

“I know, right?” 

 Soon, I came to a blank wall. Thankfully, there it continued both to the left and to the right. Scrawled upon the bricks was a single… word. I assumed it was a word, at least, although it was written in some sort of archaic language. Probably Greek. Shrugging, I looked down in both directions. It was then that I noticed a length of twine on the floor. Turning, slowly, I realized it went down both paths. From right to left. Or maybe it was left to right. I felt dizzy again and it made perfect sense to stop for a moment and dig into my pockets for a candy bar. Girl guide rule number two. Always keep a Milkyway in your pocket in case of emergency.

Advance girl guide rule number two, of course, was to keep two of them. Shoving the wrappers back in my pocket (girl guide rule number three – Pack it in. Pack it out!) I mentally flipped a coin. Heads. I went left and followed the ancient string which lead me to another fork. And then another. At least I didn’t have to guess which way was back and which was forward now. Unless I was already going in the wrong direction. If there was even a wrong direction.

“You’ve gotten us lost, Bunny,” Bonnie scolded.

“We were already lost. I’ve just got us loster,” I replied. I should mention that we’d come across more cryptic writing on the walls as we went. Unfortunately, if any of them said ‘Exit’ I couldn’t read it. I should also mention that I needed to pee. So I did, careful not to get any on my boots.  

One other thing that bears mentioning. My battery was down to 23%.

I am not sure how long it had been since I’d fallen into what I eventually realized was a maze. A mixture of boredom and growing fear washed through me as I stumbled along, growing weary from endless walking as well as the blow to my head that I’d taken until I’d stopped paying attention to where I was going, randomly choosing either left or right when I came to a fork. If I hadn’t been completely lost before, I was now. Thus it was that it came as a surprise when bumped into a door blocking the corridor I was trodding. 

A pair of doors, actually. They were made of metal. Bronze, just like my sword and shield. Decorated with images of men armed with spears and wearing helmets around the edges while in the middle was a fearsome-looking figure. A muscular man with the head of a bull. It even had horns and a nose ring, which made it look kind of punk. Unlike the men, it was naked giving me a good look at a very impressive cock dangling between thick thighs. I couldn’t help but giggle a little, imagining what it would look like when it was hard.

“A cock like that would tear my asshole apart,” one of us mumbled, licking our lips. Bunny. Bonnie. Both, perhaps. I was too worn out to figure it out right now. Maybe it was time for a nap.

~~~ 

I woke in total darkness. The battery on my cell had obviously given up the ghost. I was still hungry. Thirsty too. I needed coffee, and to find a way out. Or be rescued. It wasn’t hard to find the door again. It was the only thing that didn’t feel like bricks. I didn’t expect an espresso machine on the other side, but it did seem like the best chance to get back to my friends. It was heavy. Almost too heavy to push open, but with the help of every curse word I could remember I managed.  Eventually. At least my headache seemed to be gone and I wasn’t talking to myself anymore. As an added bonus, once I got the doors pushed open I could see the soft glow of light at the end of yet another of the endless corridors which gave me hope.

Using the soft orange glow as a beacon, I hurried forward, careful not to trip over the uneven, and sometimes broken, paving stones which brought me to an arched entrance at the top of a stairway descending into a large circular room that reminded me of an arena, only there were no seats. Just a dirt floor. I could tell it was dirt because there were lit torches affixed to the walls.

“Weird,” I said softly, pausing to wonder who’d taken the trouble of lighting a bunch of torches in an otherwise empty room and how long they’d been burning. With no answer forthcoming and realizing that my choices were limited to going back the way I’d come, standing here and staring dumbly across the room to the other door, or continuing on, I started down the stairs.

When I say started, I mean exactly that. I started. And then stopped, my heart skipping several beats as I clapped my hands over my ears to block out the sound of the loudest gong I had ever heard. The sound echoed, bouncing off the walls of the arena for what seemed like minutes, eventually fading, only to be replaced by an unpleasant grinding as the door opposite me slowly opened. To one side of it was a huge anvil. To the other, a giant hammer

“Fuck me.” I managed as a huge shadowy figure appeared, framed by a fiery glow that faded as the door closed once more. Maybe staring dumbly would have been a much better choice after all. That thought was reinforced when the shadow figure stepped into the room and became much less shadowy.

It looked a lot like the figure on the door come to life. Bull’s head. Horns. Nose ring. Muscles. One of the thickest cocks I’d ever seen. Or imagined. Its eyes were filled with dancing flames and smoke rose from its nostrils like twin volcanoes. It was covered with course dark hair and instead of feet it had hooves. Like a bull. Or maybe a demon.

“Fuck,” I whispered, rooted to the spot by fear as it bellowed angrily, pausing to look me over, a cruel smile slowly forming.

“What have the gods sent me this time? Hardly a warrior worthy of my skills.” It, or rather, he laughed. It was more of a snort than a laugh, actually. Its gaze settled on the shield I’d forgotten I was hanging onto. And then the sword.

“Such a little prick.” He cupped his cock with one massive hand, fondling it playfully until it began to swell, growing in stature until it was fully erect. It was enormous.  “Now that’s a prick.  Think you can handle it?”

And then he posed. You know the one. Legs slightly akimbo, arms curled to show off biceps. Chest thrust out while his cock bounced lewdly, the bulbous head pointing directly at my face. It was dark as the rest of him. Like chocolate. He grinned, showing off thick white teeth, the fire in his eyes calming slightly as he eyed me curiously.

“You’re the first maiden, you know. The rest of my adversaries have been musclebound idiots. The gods aren’t very good at finding heroes with brains. Brave but dull. I hope you’re not dull, little beauty.”

I glanced at the sword, then at him. He towered over me. Shrugging, I tossed it aside. I kept the shield though, figuring I could hide behind it.

“I don’t really want to fight you. I just want to get out of here.”

He shook his head, his eyes igniting once more.  “Then you’ll have to fight me. That’s how it works.  I don’t make the rules.”

“Couldn’t you just make an exception? Like a riddle game or something? A battle of wits.”

He sauntered down the stairs until he was standing in front of me. Squatting so that his eyes were level with mine, he regarded me with a frown. “The fates weave the threads that pull the strings.”

“What does that even mean?”

He snorted, smoke, or steam, rising from his nostrils again.

“I can’t change the rules. If you want to get past me, you’ll have to defeat me.”

“Yeah, right. That’s never going to happen,” I answered truthfully. “Not even if I cheat.”

“No, probably not,” he chortled.  “It’s a shame, really.  You’re a comely little thing.”

He didn’t bother trying to disguise the look of animalistic lust glinting in his eyes. Nor did he try to cover up his cock and it slowly began to rise to attention as he regarded me.  Sudden inspiration struck. I began to dance, swaying sensuously to a song in my head. Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood. Not the sexiest thing to do a striptease to, but I was the only one who could hear it.

“What do the rules say about having a little fun first?” I asked, smiling seductively as I worked my top up, baring my tummy.

“Not a thing,” he grinned, standing once more and eyeing me intensely as I flashed a bit of under-boob before turning my back on him and shaking my ass enticingly, my gaze lingering between his legs. This was going to hurt. Good thing I was into that kind of thing.

I kept dancing, taking my time, locking gazes with the minotaur. He seemed to be into it, licking his lips as he watched, his tongue thick and dripping with spit. I shivered, thinking what it would feel like running down the length of my pussy and over my clit. Pretty fucking amazing, I imagined. I shimmied my hips, casting a seductive look, lashes fluttering, as I turned and presented my ass. Giving it a little shake, I began slowly peeling my shorts off. Just enough to show off my pink lace panties. I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was turned on. Maybe as much as I was.

“Show me that ass,” he snorted as his shadow fell over me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his hot breath on my bare shoulders. Taking a chance, I let out a soft giggle and pulled my white denim shorts back up and shook my head.

“Going to have to work for that,” I teased, running my tongue nervously over my lips as I looked up at him. Standing at his full height he towered over me. Not only that but his cock stood out like a spear, the thick meaty head nearly brushing against my chest.

His eyes grew dark as he regarded me, flat teeth grinding against each other and his hands curled into fists. A stab of fear surged through me and I found myself unable to move as he reached out, his knuckles surprisingly gentle as they brushed against my cheek and then through my hair. It was almost tender. At least at first. Then his fingers began to tighten around my blonde locks, trapping them in his fist so that he could pull me closer.

Deciding to put up a token resistance, I tried digging my heels in, for all the good it did me. The soles of my boots slid through the dirt as he changed tactics and grabbed my tee and yanked. I heard a loud tear as he ripped it off and tossed it aside. Before I had a chance to react he grabbed the waistband of my shorts and shoved a pair of fingers, each the side of my wrist, into them. With a bellow he tugged, a triumphant look on his face as brawn won out over cheap stitching. Tossing those aside, he folded his arms across his muscular hairy chest and looked me over. 

“It’s been a very long time,” was all he said, his hard cock swaying from side to side as I stood transfixed in pink lace and boots.  I suppose I could have run, but there was no place to run to and I was a little turned on, my traitorous pussy juices spreading and creating a noticeable wet spot on my panties as I tried, in vain, to come up with a smart-arsed remark.

He reached out again, slowly, flicking his thick fingernail against my hard swollen nipple, chuckling at the moan I let loose as he teased one and then the other, then back again, eventually growing impatient and hooking his fingers into my bra and giving it a violent tug. The lace tore, leaving me topless. A moment later my panties were also ruined.

“Your cunt is hairless.  Is that fashionable where you come from?”

Blushing, I simply nodded, my heart pounding as he wrapped my hair around his fingers once more before turning towards the anvil.

“You know what I’m going to do to you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. I had a pretty good idea of exactly what he was going to do to me.

“Then scream for me, little maiden. Fight me. Not that it will do you any good.”

Being a good sport, I let out a terrified scream, adrenaline and fear surging through me as I struggled, hammering my fist against his ribs, much to his amusement. Not that it did any good. He simply raised his arm, lifting me off my feet dangling above the earthen floor, my scalp burning.

“I’m going to fuck your hairless cunt. And then I’m going to do the same to your pretty little bottom,” he growled as he laid me roughly over the anvil, my tits mashed against the cool iron, his massive hand pressing me down. I squirmed uselessly. I was pinned. Giving up, I decided to enjoy it and spread my legs for him, my pussy juices leaking over the surface of the anvil.

“Fuck me, then,” I told him, breathless as he caressed my cheeks with calloused fingers which eventually ended up between my legs, stroking my parted swollen lips and teasing my throbbing clit, turning my screams to passionate moans.

“You like it rough, pretty maiden?”

“Fuck. Yes,” was about the best I could manage as he shoved his finger into my eager hole. It was about the same length thickness as Jason’s cock.

“Good. Then you should like this.”

I felt him wiggling a second finger into me, stretching my walls until I began to sob.

“Music to my ears,” he growled as he ground me against the anvil, mashing my tits, my nipples scraping across the rough surface painfully, leaving me gasping for air. He slid his hand up along my spine and I felt him wrap his fingers around my slender throat. They felt like steel as he almost playfully squeezed, cutting off my breath, flaunting his dominance and power. I was at his mercy.

His hair felt coarse on the backs of my legs as he pressed into me, his cock between my thighs as if reminding me what he was going to do, his fingers parting inside me until I thought he’d decided to rip me in half. I felt myself panicking, wondering if I was going to survive the few minutes. He wouldn’t even have to fight me. He’d simply fuck me to death. The thought was sobering. Not that I had time to dwell on it.

“That’s just a taste.” I could feel the heat of his cock against my flesh. I imagined that it glowed like coal embers, smoke curling into the still air as he readied it to plunge into my divine orifice.

I did my best not to cry out, catching my lip between my teeth so hard that I felt drops of blood well up, but I failed.

“Nice and tight. And wet. By Hephaestus, you are as wet as Poseidon’s beard.” I felt a sudden blast of steam on my shoulders. It wasn’t quite scalding, but it reminded me of who or what was fucking me. Not some random pick-up. A minotaur – half man, half beast – from out of Greek legends. I felt his rubbery lips and thick tongue on the back of my skull as he forced his cock into my zealous cunt.

“Ream me like a dirty slut,” I managed before I was overcome with discomfort. I might have been able to take a good-sized cock, but his bordered on monstrous! I let out a grunt as I felt his head force my walls wide and then a sharp cry as it slammed deep inside of me, his massive balls slapping against the backs of my thighs.

“Fuck!” Not sure if that was a command, an invitation, or just an exclamation. Not sure if it mattered. He was hell-bent on fucking me into submission and I was more than happy to let him, no matter how much it hurt.  Perhaps because of how much it hurt…

He rode me hard. He seemed to radiate heat. Like a furnace suddenly stoked, burning from within. I felt the sweat gathering on my naked flesh, driving out the chill of the ancient underground chamber. Driving out the fear. Leaving an all-consuming red hot lust deep within my core.

The sounds I made were divorced from my humanity. Guttural and beast-like. I lost control, fucking him as much as he was fucking me, fueled by something primal that had been unleashed.  No words were exchanged. None were needed.  We’d found a rhythm of mutual craving. I don’t know when the first orgasm hit, crashing through me like an eruption. Shuddering, I realized that my nipples had been scraped raw. I felt a wetness. Blood, perhaps, or sweat. Tears ran in rivulets down my cheeks as agony overpowered the ecstasy as he continued to rut, driving his prick into me like a piston. I’d be covered with bruises in the morning.  If there was a morning for me.

He let out an earsplitting bellow that reverberated through the circular arena as he flooded my cunt with hot cum. He paused, making me wonder if he was finished. A normal man would have been. This was no ordinary man. I was a creature out of legend. Not only did he have the visage of a bull, but the stamina as well.

He pulled out, releasing a flood of semen that flowed down the insides of my thighs like molten lava, releasing me, letting me breathe. Panting, I pushed myself upright, twisting so that I could gaze upon the magnificent monster that had just defiled me, meeting his smoldering eyes. He smiled hungrily, crooking his finger, his cock still impossibly hard. Mesmerised, I stepped forward, willing my knees not to buckle, somehow not collapsing at his feet.

“Again.” It was not a question but a command. One I was willing to obey.

He lifted me, his hands around my waist, letting me guide myself down so that I was impaled on his mighty cock, the head set between my swollen, dripping cunt lips. I barely had time to squeal as he loosened his grip, letting gravity do its thing.

The breath was knocked from me as I came crashing down with him inside of me. Flinging my arms around his neck, I simply held on while be bucked and thrust with all his might. Our mouths met, crashing together awkwardly, his spittle filling my mouth, mixing with mine until it was dripping down my chin onto my tits. Passion and violence and raw hunger merged as he fucked me without pausing once, his stamina beyond human. I came again and again until my throat was raw and my voice gone. So did he, his spew seemingly endless. I felt like a rag doll, unable to do anything but hold on and pray I survived…

Eventually, he stopped. Or at least he paused, panting softly, wisps of smoke rising from his flared nostrils, his cock still inside my abused cunt, unable to find the strength to lift myself or protest when he finally pulled me off of him and laid me gently on the anvil once more, this time on my back.

“I’m going to take your ass,” he said, his gruff voice surprisingly soft. Almost tender. “I want to watch your face as I do. I want to see every emotion as I claim you, fear and pain warring with desire and ecstasy.”

Had I the energy I might have protested. Perhaps even fought, but I had neither the strength nor the desire. I saw him smile as he stared deep into my soul and saw what lay hidden within. I wanted this as much as he did.

Placing his thick finger against my lips, he waited, patiently, for me to open my mouth and take it in, covering it with spit and blood as I sucked on it like I would have a cock, never once breaking contact with him. I saw the fire in his eyes smoldering like hot coals and, tiny flames flickering in the depths of his dark liquid pupils.

After a while he withdrew his dripping wet finger and pushed it into my pussy, adding the mixture of our cum to the fluids coating it.

No words were said, not that we were quiet. The sounds of our ragged breaths seemed supernaturally loud. My moans and gasps as he stroked my velvet walls were even louder. His voice, when he finally spoke, filled my ears like thunder. When he withdrew, I didn’t have time to protest before he was rubbing our combined juices into my puckered fuck hole.

“Beg me.”

I didn’t pretend not to know what he wanted. Nor did I pretend that I didn’t want it to.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

I was met with silence, but his eyes spoke volumes. I knew what he needed to hear.

“Fuck me. Take my ass. Use me like a dirty little slut.”

Still, he simply stared, his gaze boring into mine until I began to shake and tremble.

“What else? What are you, little maiden?”

“Whore,” I whispered, moaning as he began to push his fingertip into me, stretching my anal walls until I felt the burn.

“What else?” he asked softly.

“Fuck,” I sobbed, unable to tear my gaze from the growing cruelty writ upon his broad face.

“Cunt meat. Fuck slave,” I whimpered.

He smiled. It wasn’t pleasant, but I was too far gone to care. I shook my head as I felt his finger leaving me, jerking to motionlessness when I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“Beg me,” he repeated.

“Fuck me. In the ass. Please.”

The pain was excruciating as he pushed himself into my too-small hole. I was sure he’d rip me apart long before he was done. Not that I cared. I felt myself tremble as he pushed deeper and deeper, the pain growing until I screamed then suddenly becoming something else. Something glorious…

I came. Hard. Screaming as my spine arched violently and my fingers turned to claws, grasping his wrists and pulling his hands to my tits. He began to maul them and I screamed again, another orgasm crashing through me before the first was even finished.

He roared, the sound shaking the very stones of the arena, drowning out my cries as he began to pound his hot prick into me, his eyes never leaving my face as I came for him again. And again until finally, he spent himself deep inside my ass, his fingers digging into my breasts painfully as I came one last time…

When I regained my senses, I found myself pinned under his slumped-over body, his loud snores echoing through the chamber.

“This is the part where the hero does something clever, Bunny,” I told myself.

“Such as?”

“Kill my captor and escape?”

I snorted. I’d never killed anyone before. I wasn’t about to start now. Instead, I decided to just cut to the escape part of the plan while he was passed out.

It took me a while to gingerly free myself from underneath him without waking him. And even longer to push the heavy bronze doors that led to freedom far enough apart to slip through. At least I still had my boots. Everything else had been torn to shreds. Unable to resist, I had risked planting a gentle kiss on the minotaur’s broad forehead. Despite everything, he didn’t seem all that monstrous. And he’d given me some epic orgasms to remember him by...

~~~

Later, back on The Argonaut, Jason and Michael fussed over me.

“You had us worried, Bunny. We looked all over for you.”

Apparently, the story was that I’d fallen into a pit and banged my head, knocking myself out. A concussion along with some scrapes and bruises. Thankfully, I hadn’t broken anything. The guys had found me wandering around some sort of underground maze – a labyrinth was what Christo had called it – dazed and confused wearing only my boots.  Where my clothes had disappeared to was a mystery without an answer. At least not one that made sense to any of us.

“That’s our Bunny. Any excuse to get naked,” Jason teased.

“And a smile. The most radiant smile I’ve ever seen. You were having quite some dream, young lady,” Michael chuckled. “Care to share it with us?”

Giggling, I simply shook my head, feigning forgetfulness. After all, who would believe me if I told them? I wasn’t even sure I believed it myself. Minotaurs didn’t really exist outside of stories and my memories of what happened were cloudy at best. I vaguely recalled the smell of smoke and the heat of flame.

Later that day, towards evening I stood on at the rail, flanked by Nico and George, watching as the sun slowly disappeared at the edge of the azure sea turning into hues of orange and magenta and rimming the isle that we had explored in soft flames. I pondered the events of the day, lost in thought. That was the second time something outside the realm of believability had happened to me. Or not happened. Both encounters had felt so real and yet, standing here on the deck of The Argonaut my memories of them were hazy and dreamlike. Had I simply imagined them? The soreness seated deep in my cunt and my ass made me wonder.  I let out a soft sigh as George rested his hand on my bottom, playfully groping me.

“So familiar,” I teased, laughing as I rose up on my toes and kissed him intimately. I’d worry about it some other time. Right now as George fondled my tits and Nico wrapped his arms about my waist I was thinking of being sandwiched between them, a cock in my pussy, another in my ass. With a happy sigh, I let my thoughts go, saving them for another time.

“Would you like to go back to my cabin?” George murmured.

“And miss a change to be ravished in the light of the dying sun?” I replied, already breathless with desire. “Take me here. Hard and fast.”

And so they did.