Diana Backfight (Part 1 of 3)
By luffy316 and Kira

Editor’s Note: While this story takes place in the world of One Piece, it does not feature any of the characters from that series. We simply wish to borrow the setting. Since bad criticism is better than none, please, please send any comments via luffy316@hotmail.com or comment here http://mephilesthedarkx.deviantart.com/
You can also read the R rated version (compared to this, the “X” version) there, for different ends to the matches and a slightly different story.
Thank you for reading.

“Vessel off the port bow!” Harold called out as he slid down the rigging. “She’s running the Jolly Roger!”

Captain Emilio Darshe looked up from his glass. “Which crew is it?”

Harold landed hard and rushed to the side of the ship, peering through his spyglass. He was young and handsome, in his early twenties. He had red hair that was getting longer from his time at sea, and his beard stubble was becoming noticeable. He wore a simple white shirt and red pants.

“I can’t recognize it, Cap’n. They might be newcomers.”

Emilio, a craggy-looking man in his late 30’s, brushed himself off and stood from the dinner table. He walked out to the deck just as evening dyed the sky red and took the telescope from his sharpshooter. “Hmm…a square, a broken heart, and a skull. I don’t know the colors. But how did rookie pirates get this far into the Grand Line?”

Emilio’s hair had changed from black to ash-grey early. He was wearing a green captain’s jacket the color of a ripe olive, a grey vest, and white pants.

“Send the order to get the crew up here. I think we might have a raid tonight.” The captain said.

Minutes later, the crew of the Landshark pirates had assembled. Besides Emilio and Harold, there were nine others, six women and three men. As the crew made ready to board, the new ship ran up a white flag and approached. Roy, a younger man who served as the ship’s head chef, jumped onboard the boat to investigate. Twenty minutes passed, and he still had not returned.

“I don’t like it. He’s been gone too long.” Ruth, Emilio’s wife and vice-captain, said. “We should move in for the attack.”

“The boy hasn’t screamed. There’s been no shot. We’ll wait five minutes and then see if it’s a trap.” Emilio said.

Four minutes later, the door leading into the lower decks of the ship swung open. Roy stumbled out, red-faced and weaving as though drunk. He walked sideways a few steps, collapsed, and shouted back to the crew “Captain, you’ve got to get over here! This is the best ship ever!”

Following after Roy was a gorgeous woman in a black captain’s jacket. She had long blue hair and wore a black bustier and a very short, frilly red skirt. She was followed by a larger woman with impressive musculature and shorter white hair, wearing a Chinese dress. The captain took Roy’s arm and helped him regain his feet, and the muscle woman lowered a large plank across the two boats.

“Mm, quite an introduction. I’m Anne Lace, captain of the Pleasure Cruise. As I was just telling this sweet thing, we’re traveling merchants looking for someone to trade with. We have some of the most delicious fruit on these waters. Won’t you come with me inside?”

As Anne spoke, she walked forward and passed Roy off to Luke, another of the men. When she moved, you could catch a flash of her panties under the miniskirt if you looked hard. Several of the men saw black with a skull and crossbones.

Emilio felt a sudden blush, but most of it was concealed by his mustaches. He cleared his throat loudly.

“Well, we may as well see this fruit of theirs. Anything to prevent the scurvy, aye men?”

The Pleasure Cruise was a strange type of ship in its construction. It had a small deck and multiple lower levels, which were divided into multiple rooms. It was as though someone had flipped a naval base upside-down, and then stuck it on a boat.

“I’m afraid the goods are on the lowest level. Its cooler down there, prevents the mold from getting in” Anne said as they entered the living quarters.

Hawks, the Landshark’s shipwright, whistled as he looked over the unique architecture. “This is quite impressive. How many men does it take to maintain the structure on these currents?” Hawks was a well-built man in his late 20’s, with thick black hair and a barrel chest. He looked like a cross between a bear and a big rock.

“Actually, we only have a crew of six, not counting the deckhands. And I do all the maintenance myself,” the white-haired woman answered. “I think you’ll find I’m quite skilled with my hands.” She draped an arm across Hawks’ shoulders and let her hand drop across his chest.

“Just what do you think you’re-“ Ruth managed to say before she was interrupted by one of the living quarters’ doors opening.

“Oh! Did you bring us some company, Annie?” The question came from a cute young girl in a long green skirt and blue bikini top. She was quickly joined by a blonde woman in a maid’s uniform.

Anne nodded at the younger woman. “I did, Cassie. Maybe you’ll be able to play with them a little.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to return, Master,” said the blonde. “Colleen and Amanda are making the preparations.”

“Preparations for what?” Emilio asked. Being near so many beautiful women in rapid succession was making him blush again.

“We could use a man or two onboard.” Anne said. “So, we’re challenging you to a Davy Back Fight.”

Anne pulled a pistol from her coat, fired it out the window, and then made a show of blowing the smoke away from the barrel. “What do you say, captain?”

“Er…I’m not…” Emilio began stammering. Anne pressed the gun into his hand and held her ripe body a breath away from his.

“You can do it, big man. Beat us and you can take whoever you want…do whatever you want with them…”

Ruth grabbed the pistol out of Emilio’s hand and fired it out the window. “You nasty slut, when we beat you we’ll disband your whole crew!”

Anne took off her captain’s jacket; her body was flawless, smooth and toned. “Great, sweetie. Tell me that again after I make you kiss my boots. Here are the rules to the Lace Pirates Davy Back Fight.”

*Only women can Fight.
*If a man interferes with a Fight in any way, the Lace Pirates win automatically and claim both the woman and man. If a woman interferes, the match just goes to the Lace Pirates.
*Fights continue until one side has possession of all the men or runs out fighters.
*All Fights are wrestling matches.
*A match can end in 3-count pin fall, knockout, or submission (giving up). The referee will be determined by the Lace Pirates.
*All participants can only wrestle once per Fight.

Fight #1: Hikaru Misara (Landshark Pirates) vs. Amanda Absynth (Lace Pirates)

“This place is so tacky. I don’t really want to do this at all.” Hikaru said as she walked around the second level of the Pleasure Cruise. It was a very large room, and in the center was a larger-than-average wrestling ring. The center of the canvas was marked with the Lace Pirates Jolly Roger, which Emilio could now see featured a top-down wrestling ring, not just a square.

Hikaru, the assistant chef, was a slightly-built waif with medium-length red hair. She wore a white hoodie that showed off a little soft stomach and tight green shorts. She climbed through the ropes and walked around in a bored sort of way, eyes wandering about and smacking her chewing gum.

“I’m booo-red.” Hikaru whined. “Can’t we just leave?”

Ruth glared at the 18-year-old. “We’re not leaving until we teach these skanks a lesson.”

On the other side of the room, Amanda fidgeted with her hair. “I don’t know, Captain. Couldn’t Marla or Lily do this? I’ll just go back upstairs make sure the ship doesn’t…float away. Or, uh…catch fire.”

Amanda, the Navigator for the Lace Pirates, was more cute than sexy. She had an attractive figure and great breasts, but was excessively nervous and seemed ashamed of her assets. She wore a plain white blouse and blue jeans, and had long black hair.

“Don’t worry about it, Mandi.” Colleen the ship’s Doctor, said as she slithered her arms around Absynth’s torso from behind, grabbing and rubbing her breasts. “Just give them a body slam with that killer body of yours!”

Amanda pushed Colleen away and blushed fiercely, cradling her boobs and shaking. Anne put her hand on Amanda’s shoulder.

“Mandi, it’s time for you to go and get your wrestling clothes on.” Anne said; quietly, reassuringly.

A little over ten minutes later, Hikaru was still wandering around the ring, bored out of her mind. “Hey, if you guys are that scared of us, you can just give up nooooo-w.”

Then, the lights went out. Confused shouts echoed through the room, and Hikaru put her back to the turnbuckle to keep from being attacked from behind. Just as quickly, the lights came back up. In the ring with Hikaru was a ghoulish, girlish figure. She wore a black bodysuit that fit her like a second skin and covered her head to toe. The torso of the suit had a series or white lines, like ribs, that emphasized the woman’s large breasts. She wore a mask over her face; it had a bright pink skull over the face and a hole for her long black hair, which tumbled down her back like a chaotic wave.

“If you’re so bored, come play with the big girls.” The sensual shadow said, rubbing her own breasts. “Of course, they don’t get much bigger than Crossbones.”

Hikaru stared in surprise, visibly shaken between genuine shocks. All the while, she couldn’t keep her eyes from staring at the newcomer’s leather attire straining across her chest.

“Soooo…what happened to the nerdy navigator?” Hikaru asked, trying to regain some of her indifferent composure.

“I’m afraid Crossbones is your opponent. That loser’s not your concern right now, little lady,” the masked woman said softly, striding in long, sensual steps towards her. Hikaru found herself trying to back up, but she was already up against the ring post. The costumed Crossbones leaned up close to her, her large breasts pressing tightly between their bodies.

“What you’ll need to worry about is being on the receiving end of my lovely treasures.” Hikaru gulped and eyed Crossbones’ imposing breasts tensely.

“Silly girl. You misunderstand,” Crossbones cooed, reaching up to lift her mask an inch or two, just enough to expose her slender, soft lips as her tongue ran over them tantalizingly. “THESE are my treasures. I hope you’re strong enough to handle them,” she warned.

Hikaru got some of her confidence back, bringing up her hands and shoving Crossbones back. “Get off me, creep!” she huffed. Crossbones seemed to allow the counterstrike, her hands out welcomingly as she backed away. She pulled her mask back down.

“Oh, you’ll be fun,” she hissed.

A bell sounded, signaling the official start of their match. Hikaru tried to wait it out a bit, letting the navigator give her an idea of what to expect from her style. It was her fist mistake.

Crossbones dashed across the ring with impressive speed, Hikaru yelping in surprise and sidestepping the charge at the last moment. Crossbones was heading for the turnbuckle, Hikaru turning to try and capitalize. Instead, Crossbones leapt up, digging her soles into the turnbuckle and kicking off with a spin, planting a sharp and sudden kick into Hikaru’s temple. The Landshark chef went down, head spinning as it collided with the mat. She tried to shake away the cobwebs, but Crossbones dropped onto her with a back flip splash, landing her curvy body across Hikaru’s back. She yowled and kicked in pain as the luchadora crashed down on top of her.

Crossbones grabbed Hikaru’s leg and pulled her into a matchbook pin, Anne moving to ringside and slapping the mat to start the count. “1! 2!” Hikaru kicked out quickly despite her dazed condition, Crossbones springing to her feet readily and bouncing on the toes of her boots eagerly. Hikaru took the moment’s reprieve to rest a moment. She got to her knees before suddenly lunging at Crossbones with a desperate surprise attack.

She managed to connect with a spear, wrapping her arms around Crossbones’ leather-bound waist in mid-tackle. The masked wrestler braced herself against the assault, digging her heels into the mat near the ropes and stopping herself. She slammed her elbow down on top of Hikaru’s head, rattling her skull with a loud THUD! Moans of sympathy pain came from the Landsharks, but Hikaru held on loosely. Repeated elbows rained down on her head, hammering her to the mat as Crossbones stepped away gracefully.

Hikaru grabbed for the ropes, latching on to try and pull herself back upright. Crossbones took her by the legs, pulling her away from them, but Hikaru held on tight.

“Hey! Hey! Rope break!” she squealed.

“I don’t play by your silly rules, chump,” Crossbones snarled, yanking hard on her legs and ripping her from the ropes, letting Hikaru’s face crash onto the mat.

“It’s not in the rules, anyway. Too many rules make things confusing,” Cassie smiled to no one in particular.

Crossbones took Hikaru by the hair, lifting the weak and whimpering assistant cook from the mat, leaning close enough for her lovely lips to brush against her cheek when she spoke. “Give up nice and politely,” she said huskily. “Or it’ll get oh so much worse for you, little one.”

Hikaru heard her crew shouting for her to fight back, unable to bear surrendering just yet. She had her pride. She reached out and grabbed Crossbones by the hair, making her shout briefly before snarling and giving a backhanded slap to the junior chef.

“That’s your answer, then. Remember that you had a choice.” She yanked Hikaru’s hand from her hair and held her head aloft by Hikaru’s red locks. She brought several noisy slaps back and forth across her face, degrading her before she hit the cook full-on with her fist. Hikaru squealed in agony, holding her face as it was being battered bright red. Finally, Crossbones let her drop face first onto the mat.

The long-legged luchdora sat on Hikaru’s back, facing the back of her head, reaching back to grab the cook’s legs and yank them up over her spine in a painful arc. Hikaru started to scream out, tears forming in her eyes, when Crossbones suddenly tucked the chef’s legs under her arms, freeing her hands to reach over Hikaru’s shoulders and cross across her chest, grabbing two handfuls of breasts and pulling upward.

The overall effect left Hikaru nearly bent double backward, legs and upper body being forced up and back at the hands of a clearly more talented wrestler. She could feel her body rocking to keep the pain fresh, but was unaware that it was from Crossbones grinding her womanhood against her back, licking her lips as though tasting her agony.

Hikaru couldn’t bear any more. She was sore and weak and could barely move. She went to shout her submission when Crossbones’ lips met her, consuming them as her tongue began to force its way into her mouth. Her “treasures” overpowered Hikaru’s quickly, leaving her unable to release anything more than a muffled whine.

“She gives, already!” Ruth shouted from ringside, but Anne shook her head.
“I didn’t hear anything of the sort.”

Tears came down Hikaru’s cheeks as the humiliation and pain overwhelmed her, relief scarce and short-lived. At first it was only when Crossbones grabbed her top and tore it off, only to dig her nails into the bare flesh of Hikaru’s ripe young tits. Then there were short flashes when she could sob and suck up air through her mouth, but it was only when Crossbones would lick her tears from her cheeks. It was never even long enough to say she quit.

Ruth was ready to burst in and break things up when Crossbones suddenly let her opponent drop. Hikaru held her back with one hand, the other fumbling in a poor attempt to cover her breasts in her moment of rest. Crossbones didn’t take long to give the men on the Landsharks a daring glance and an inviting smile, accompanied by a boastful boost of her breasts with her palms. Her nipples, suddenly in full view from behind Hikaru’s head, were firmly erect.

“I… I…” Hikaru breathed between pained and shameful sobs. “AAAH!”

Crossbones’ heel stomped down onto Hikaru’s hand, cutting off her pitiful attempt to submit.

“Toys don’t talk,” the masked wrestler sneered; her partly-concealed face even made this look lovely. She grabbed onto the waist of Hikaru’s pants, yanking them down with violent force that swept them off in one cruel pull, panties and all. Even from behind her mask, she locked eyes with each of the men of the Landsharks as she rendered the little chef nude in a flash.

Crossbones strutted confidently behind Hikaru, crouching and making her shapely ass jut out within her tight costume. She thrust her hand under Hikaru’s groin, making her yelp and jolt her ass upward as Crossbones took a handful of pubic hair and gripped hard. She wasn’t quite pulling, but Hikaru’s tenderized body and broken spirit were weak enough that she’d respond to nearly any prod at this point. Crossbones visibly detected this, licking her lovely lips.

The luchadora leaned forward, straddling Hikaru‘s back as she whimpered tensely, anxious about any upcoming torment. “My treasures,” Crossbones whispered into her ear, gently sucking on its peak. “You’ll succumb to them soon enough, my precious little plaything.”

Hikaru could only let out a shrill whine, shivering as Crossbones thrust her hips into her ass from behind, ramming her as if she were raping her. Her pubic mound bumped into the chef instead, making her yelp and tumble forward clumsily. Crossbones eyed her like a lion set before a steak, taking two handfuls of her tight little ass and raising it from the mat. She let her breath come out in heavy pants; the hot breath menacing Hikaru’s pussy with all manner of oral pleasures and suffering.

“No… no, please,” Hikaru pleaded; face red with exhaustion and shame. The shame, she realized, wasn’t so much from the loss but from how much she enjoyed it.

“My treasures are hungry, my little weakling,” her tormentor hissed, brushing her lips up and down her pussy. Her folds dripped on the mat in anticipation, and Crossbones graced her with a long, heavy lick.

“AAAAAAAHHHHNNN!” Hikaru screamed, exhaustion and strained energy in her voice. She beat the mat with her fist, biting her lip to simply contain herself from orgasming from the single lick. The masked fighter was amazing. It was impossible that this was the same woman who had been nervous just from seeing them earlier.

Crossbones gave her no more than that. While she was still slouched over on all fours, Hikaru felt her arms seized from behind. Crossbones’ legs hooked themselves beneath her ankles, and her arms were yanked behind her back. When Crossbones leaned back, the little chef was left hanging in midair, her limbs forced downward and back as she screamed, stretched out and nude body in full view of the crowd of comrades and enemies alike.

“Ooh, the Naughty Noose,” Anne said in not-quite-sympathy. “She doesn’t pull that out for just anybody. Must really like this little morsel.”

“I think she’s getting excited again.” Cassidy said, absent-mindedly playing with her hair.

“Just like The Grim Raper to get so worked up over some schoolgirl in the first match.” Colleen said disapprovingly.

Hikaru squeaked and writhed in pain in the professional hold, spared only a moment’s grace when she felt herself lowered slightly, but still kept in the painful lock. She gasped and her eyes went wide as she felt it again. Crossbones let her tongue run up the length of her neck, nibbling at her earlobe as it slid into her ear.

“Ohhhh,” Hikaru moaned, eyelids lowering as she was left adrift between agony and ecstasy with inhuman precision.

Crossbones gave another intense yank on her limbs, matching it with a timed nip at her ear. “What’s wrong, little one? Where are your screams now?” She kissed down her neck again, and then ran her tongue up Hikaru’s cheek. Ruth shuddered, the move looking repulsive somehow beyond what had already happened. Hikaru did the same, but for different reasons entirely.

Gentle sounds like rain on a roof could be heard from the ring as Hikaru’s drool and pussy juice fell down on Crossbones’ leather outfit. She hummed with pleasure at the sight, kissing up her shoulders and neck again, this time long and hard enough to leave a trail of hickeys on her upper body.

“You’re mine now,” she hissed into Hikaru’s ear. “You see that? I’ve branded you. You’re my official bitch now. And once we’ve taken your men, I’ll make you my pretty little slave bride, and I’ll fuck you ‘til you can’t even stand… then fuck you again…and when you get boring, I’ll throw you overboard…or maybe dump you with the rest of the trash…”

Hikaru shuddered, her expression so lost in sensations that it couldn’t be read if she truly adored, loathed, or could even hear the taunt. Hikaru’s lips quivered, and Crossbones leaned high enough to kiss the corner of her mouth, tasting some of her drool and leaving a thin trail between them.

“You’ll do as I say, won’t you, slave?” Crossbones purred. “Since I’ve branded you… moo for me.”

Hikaru let out a distant gurgle. “MOO!” Crossbones commanded, twisting her limbs and pulling harder to lift her towards the roof. Hikaru screamed out for a split second before forming the phrase. “MOO! MOOOOO!”

“What are you!?” Crossbones’ voice was mad with delight at breaking the young woman, her sinister all-white teeth and wet, soft lips bared. The sadistic domination left faces blank or morose on the Landsharks, even if pants felt rather tight on some of them.

“AHHH! YOUR COW! YOUR BITCH! YOUR SLUT!!” Hikaru screamed desperately, in case she got it wrong.

“Very good!” Crossbones genuinely laughed. “Now you can have your way! SUBMIT! Cry out to the beautiful goddess Ehnsu!”

“Oh GOOOOOO-O-D I GIVE!” Hikaru wailed, almost ecstatic pleasure in her voice. Whether it was some overwhelming erotic brainwashing via the pain and pleasure, or just the gratitude of having the match end. Crossbones released the hold all at once, rolling to one side so that Hikaru fell the foot or so to the mat for one last slam. She was left whimpering for her shipmates to collect as Crossbones whipped her hair aside with casual grace as she strode to ringside.

Fight #1 Winner: Amanda Absynth/Crossbones

Crossbones jumped over the top rope and landed with the other Lace Pirates. Her gaze shifted to Colleen for a moment, and then she shook her head. “Look at those little things. Don’t talk big about your milkshake if you can’t fill the cup, Doc.”

“Oh, you are SO going to get it! Lace, put me in next so I can show this bitch what she’s in for.” Colleen said, rolling up the sleeve on her nurse’s uniform.

“Mm, no. I think it should be Lily next.” Anne said.

The blonde girl in the Japanese maid’s uniform slid under the bottom rope and into the ring. She stood up and bowed deeply. “Thank you for honoring me with this match, Master.”

Hawks dragged Hikaru out of the ring and propped her up on a stool “Alright, you win. Make your choice.” Emilio said.

Anne looked amused. “We’ll take Roy, thank you. Marla, if you would?”

Marla approached the young man and pounded her fist deep into his stomach. Roy let out a surprised gurgle and fell against her. Effortlessly, Marla hoisted Roy onto her shoulders and descended into a lower level of the ship.

Roy slowly woke up, quickly discovering he was naked and his hands were tied above his head, leaving him hanging from some structure. Roy was an average man with an average build, neither skinny nor fat, with hair the color of sand cut short to his head. He looked around, seeing only weight equipment and battered punching bags in a row next to him. He was in some sort of gym, and they had tied him to heavy bag.

As this dawned on him, the shipwright Marla Redwing walked into the room. She was naked as well, save for a pair of black fingerless gloves she was pulling on. As she approached, her smooth musculature flexed beautifully. She stopped in front of him and abruptly shoved her thumb into her snatch. She moved it back and forth, frowned, and then suddenly drove her fist into Roy’s jaw.

Roy let out a pained grunt and Marla smiled, raising her fists and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She started lighting into Roy’s exposed body with combinations, popping shots into his face and body. After over a dozen punches, blood was flowing freely from Roy’s face and his body was mottled with bruises. Marla let out a gasp of delight and kissed Roy hard on the lips, crushing them together before breaking the kiss suddenly and slamming her knee into his crotch.

“Ohuuu!” Roy half-grunted and half-moaned. His tormentress crushed his jaw with a right uppercut and pummeled him with a series of palm thrusts before grabbing his face with one hand and phallus with the other. She began to work his cock while kissing him, roughly handling him on both fronts. When she felt him stiffen, Marla broke the kiss and smashed their skulls together with a head butt before impaling herself on him.

Roy moaned softly as he tried to grasp what was happening to him. She ground her hips in circles while bucking wildly, almost like she was trying to throw him off. Still tied to the heavy bag, Roy could only groan as Marla worked him with her powerful ab muscles. Just as Roy thought he would climax, Marla pulled back and sent rapid-fire kicks into his body and face. When Roy coughed out a glob of blood, Marla climbed onto the heavy bag as well, thrusting her impressive breasts into his face and smothering him.

Gasping for breath under Marla’s sweaty tits, Roy threw himself against her. His form was no match for the hard body shipwright. As he struggled, Marla moved a bare foot to his member and forced it upward, enveloping it in her womanhood again. The white-haired woman began to moan, apparently finally aroused, and bounced Roy against the heavy bag with her frenzied humping. She licked some of the blood off his face and thrust one final time while biting his cheek, moaning as she orgasmed intensely.

Satisfied, Marla climbed off Roy and began to walk away. Turning briefly, she noticed he still had a throbbing erection. She stopped in mid-stride, seemingly considering her options, then walked up to Roy again and spoke for the first time since shedding her clothes.

“Pow.” Marla said, tapping his cock with her fist. Roy groaned and orgasmed, shooting to Marla’s left and onto the floor. The shipwright shook her head.

“Humph, just a one-punch knockout? What a pussy.” She turned and picked up her dress off a chair. “I’d better find someone to clean this up.”

“Alright, no more dicking around.” Ruth growled. “We’re winning Roy back this round. Marcie! Marcie, get out there!”

Marcie Hannigan, the assistant shipwright, was in her early 30’s and was ripped. She had huge biceps, easily the size of softballs, and powerful, thickly muscled legs. Compared to her, Marla looked small, even girlish. Marcie had short black hair and wore an orange half-shirt, blue jeans and a black leather jacket, which she had removed before getting into the ring.

“Pbbth, this is gonna be cake. Look at the little blonde thing. She can’t fight.” Marcie laughed. “Some itty bitty soft-body can’t do anything. I’ll break you in half!” She flexed her arms, sending rippling muscle across her shoulders and back.

Lily stood at attention in her corner, head bowed submissively. She had blonde hair just past her shoulders and wore a traditional black maid’s uniform. Her clothes had been altered slightly; the chest had been cut away to expose Lily’s cleavage. Her breasts were smaller than Amanda or Marcie’s, but ripe, and her skin looked softer than fine silk. They were perfectly proportioned.

“Welcome, Master.” Lily said as she looked up. “Please allow me to help you stretch out before you go to sleep.”

Fight #2: Lily Belladonna (Lace Pirates) vs. Marcie Hannigan (Landshark Pirates)

Marcie’s fists blazed between them, Lily practically dancing with ease between each blow. She didn’t move with the same speed as Marcie, but her slender body moved in a way that was fluid and calm, expecting and weaving around her punches. Sensing this, Marcie threw a feint at her, getting Lily to duck. This simply led her right into an upward hook that cracked under her chin, Lily grunting weakly in her high-pitched tone and staggering back.

Marcie grinned and followed up with another barrage of punches, but Lily stayed more wary this time. She stretched out an arm when Marcie swung, bringing her arm down to trap Marcie’s wrist in her armpit as she missed. Marcie grunted and threw another set of knuckles at Lily’s slender stomach, but the chef writhed to one side, dodging and trapping this limb in the same manner.

Marcie tried to wrench her arms from Lily’s grasp, but the maid held her surprisingly tight. “Does master wish to part from me so soon?” she cooed, batting her lashes at Marcie. Lily looped a leg around Marcie’s waist seductively, like an assertive tango dancer.

She threw her weight forward with sudden force, propelling Marcie onto her back with Lily pressed on top of her. She ground her body smoothly against Marcie’s, smiling sweetly and locking eyes with her before she lifted her body up, placing Marcie‘s head between her cleavage. “Why, master, you’re so bold,” she giggled, feigning surprise and squeezing Marcie’s arms tightly beneath hers to minimize her struggling.

Marcie still didn’t take this quietly, her shouts of protest muffled by Lily’s top and breasts. She noticed in passing that they were perfumed, but it didn’t stop her from thrashing her upper body and head. She refused to be smothered out so easily, bringing her leg up between them and shoving Lily with it.

“Kyaa!” she yelped, stumbling up and over Marcie. The muscular fighter brought herself back to her feet, raising her fists and breathing heavy. The smother had brought more out of her than she’d have expected, but she still felt ready to beat down the trickster.

Lily slid towards her like a velvet snake, seduction in her every step and glance. Marcie’s eyes went over her curvy young body, but shook her head and lashed out with a swing that Lily had to lean back to dodge.

Lily blinked in surprise. “Oh my, master. You’re stronger than I expected…” She grinned slyly. “It’s so wonderful. It will let us play all the longer before I put master to bed.”

“Like hell you will, Marcie grunted. “Everyone knows you blondes can’t fight for crap.”

“Is that so? It’s so very interesting, master. You must tell me more of it later.”

“Quit calling me ‘master,’ dammit!”

She went for a feint, followed by a knee, but Lily saw through the trick and blocked the knee with her own. When Marcie put all her might into a punch at Lily’s face, the maid chef’s hand shot up and wound around hers, pulling her close and surprising everyone when she pulled Marcie into a firm kiss.

“…well, this is certainly the most bizarre loss the Landsharks have ever suffered,” Emilio murmured, getting an elbow in the ribs from his wife. Marcie struggled, but was too entangled in the grapple to break free. Lily’s lips caressed against hers, her slender tongue attempting to penetrate the Landshark’s mouth. When Marcie’s lips refused to part, Lily quickly bit on her lip. Marcie’s lips parted to shriek in sudden pain, only to be cut off by the maid’s tongue. She could only grunt and writhe in protest, simply unable to bring her muscles to part with the seductive hold.

Then she felt something entirely new enter her mouth. It was far too small to be a tongue, but she couldn’t find out much before Lily’s lips left hers. Marcie went to spit the item out, but Lily put a finger to her lips, holding it shut in the process.

“Shush, master,” she whispered softly. “Let me handle everything…”

Lily lowered her head to suckle and kiss at her opponent’s throat, forcing Marcie to swallow the bitter tasting object. Her vision swam, and she felt the energy slowly slip from her body.

“You’re stronger than you look, master,” Lily repeated, locking Marcie’s gaze with hers. “But so am I.”

She swung a hook with her fist, cracking it into Marcie’s cheek and breaking her away from the lockup at last. Marcie staggered, dazed and struggling to stay on her feet. She recalled the aroma from Lily’s cleavage, and now the semi-bitter taste of the pill.

“Bitch… drugged me…” Marcie mumbled, Lily putting a finger to her lips and pouting a bit.

“You don’t like my special ingredients either? Not even the other girls do. Well, not at first, at least.” She raised her eyebrows devilishly. “Just wait until it really kicks in…”

“Ain’t waiting,” the athletic girl growled, raising her fists sloppily. Lily smiled wider at seeing her opponent weakening already. The maid raised her own fists in mockery, Marcie moving in slowly, either by choice or force. Lily’s fists suddenly tightened, and she burst forward with speed and grace that wove her fists neatly between Marcie’s and into her face. Marcie’s head whipped left and right with the blows, Lily twirling on her toes and bringing her elbow into Marcie’s ribs. The foggy-minded fighter was helpless as Lily bombarded her with merciless blows of all sorts.

“Knew she had to be some kinda trap,” Harold sighed.

Ruth growled a bit nearby. “One of these days, we’re going to meet somebody who is EXACTLY what they look like!”

Marcie’s endurance proved itself in the end, still on her feet after over thirty precisely aimed and elegant blows. She was sweating and starting to show bruises here and there, and visibly soaked in fatigue. And a strange sensation was coming over her. She was too hot, and a part of her…wanted to get hit again. Just to have Lily touch her.

Lily seemed to sense this, moving in and faking a slap in her direction. Marcie barely twitched, but made no effort to dodge. The maid smirked at her. “I see… you’re truly under the hold of my Tainted Love now. Since you’re trapped in my embrace…won’t you accept my love, master?”

“I won’t run from you,” Marcie grunted, her defiance superficial at best.

“I know,” Lily said, slinking up to her and running a hand over Marcie’s cheek. And then she felt it: a shock up her spine, a wave of heat from her crotch up to her face. A faintly numb feeling, even though her skin screamed with sensitivity. All that from a brush of Lily’s hand.

“Mmm. My master is so responsive…what would something like this do then…” She wrapped her hands around Marcie’s waist, reaching to squeeze her athletically toned ass and pull her tightly against her.

“Ahhhhh!” Marcie cried out, a half gasp, half scream that forced its way from her throat. Her body tensed, and then loosened in Lily’s grip. She gently let go of the carpenter. Macie’s legs looked rubbery enough that a stiff breeze could have put her down. Her eyes were slack, but her lashes fluttered in an oddly feminine way for a woman with her thick build.

“Drugged,” Ruth spat. “No doubt about it now.”

“Oh, it’s not just a drug,” Captain Anne smirked from their side of the ring. “It’s love.”

Lily giggled, pointing out to the onlookers that Marcie’s erect nipples were peeking from within her top. “No bra…what a daring master I have,” she said in her dainty voice. This drew various degrees of laughter from the crew of the Pleasure Cruise.

Lily only needed to run her hands down the bare flesh of Marcie’s sides and she melted like butter in her hands. The maid slid behind Marice and wrapped her arms around her torso, sending shockwaves through the big girl’s body. The maid suddenly bucked her hips and sent Marcie slamming into the mat with a German suplex. Lily followed, sitting down on her hip. She snared one Marcie’s legs between her own and wrenched the big woman’s head, pulling her into an STF, making her jolt and her lips quiver as her breathing grew heavy and more rapid.

“Please…” Marcie pleaded. Her body felt like it was on fire inside. Only Lily’s touch seemed to help, but then it just made the fires worse in the end anyway.

Anne cleared her throat and Lily let go, turning all attention to her immediately. “Lily! I’m tired of this eyesore. Finish her.”

“Anything my Master wishes,” she purred, running her fingers over her victim’s stomach.
Lily turned around, bending over and hiking up her skirt so that her panties flashed at Marcie. “If master would be so kind as to undress me…I feel so hot just looking at you...” She winked at Anne.

Anne rolled her eyes. “I’ll never understand how you have so much energy for this sort of thing.”

“Chemicals!” Cassidy shouted happily, throwing her hands up. “Cassidy guessed it! Splash!”

Panting heavily, Marcie grabbed for Lily’s skirt, tugging desperately at it. She simply felt so hot. She needed Lily. She had to taste her, and be touched, or she felt like she could die without it.

Lily slapped her wrists, Marcie groaning and withdrawing her hands. “No no, master! This lovely uniform is the symbol of my love; I’d hate to see it tear.” She sat down calmly, spreading her legs invitingly. “Slowly,” she said in a soothing, almost condescending voice. “I’m such a fragile little thing, and my master‘s so big and strong.”

Marcie reached for her again quickly with an agonized moan, but Lily smacked her again, firmer this time. Marcie whimpered and took hold of her top, unbuttoning it with shaky hands. The athletic girl was dying to just tear all of their clothes off, but a twisted, aching part of her made herself slowly undress Lily.

The female Landsharks turned their heads in shame (and the men couldn’t bring themselves to) as Marcie acted like the handmaid of the peppy little goth. She stripped her unbuttoned top down to the waist, pulling it off so that her bare, pearly white skin was exposed and shone in the lantern light of the cabin. A plastic tube of something that resembled sun lotion fell from the garment, but it was the least of Marcie’s concerns.

“Oh my, master!” Lily gasped in a surprised but coyly flattered voice. “You want me to use THAT on you?” She giggled and plucked it up quickly, her foot gently rest on Marcie’s chin before playfully shoving her to the mat. Marcie panted and sweated, lips quivering weakly.

“Relaaaax, master,” Lily cooed, leaning back against a turnbuckle. She lifted her hips to wiggle free of her panties and kicked off her shoes, a neatly shaved pussy flashing under her skirt before she caught its hem, lifting it completely up.
She took the tube, humming in a soft, content, slow tune as she pressed it to her pussy, squeezing it and letting out a high-pitched squeak like a penetrated virgin. She moaned softly, either an incredible tease or just truly enjoying the private sensation of the ointment.

“God, please,” Marcie gasped, panting and drooling as she watched her sudden target of affection and lust stroke the cream into herself.

“Patience, master,” Lily cooed, eying her with a cruel gleam in her eye. She sat up, a gentle sucking sound coming from her crotch as the ointment squished between her thighs. “I’ve prepared a special drink, just for you.”

“Wha-” Marcie started, but Lily stood astride her chest and suddenly sat down, planting her moistened pussy flat on top of Marcie’s face.

“MMMMMMFFF!” Marcie’s muffled grunt of ecstatic surprise came from beneath her, and she gagged briefly as she tasted the cream inside her. Marcie fidgeted beneath her, but Lily grabbed her hair and pulled her deeper into her pussy.

“Ah ah, master. Must have your vitamins, so dig in. Clean your plate or else you may get sick.” Lily’s concern was ruined by the fact that she had her head slung back, eyes closed and arousal in her voice. Her hips thrusted, outright humping Marcie’s face as she forced the chemical into her mouth.

Marcie obediently lapped up all she could, Lily’s firm hand guiding her here and there. She sometimes twisted her handful of hair when the Landshark hesitated, forcing her to consume the cream.

“Pretty big dose she gave her,” Colleen observed with a grin. ”I’m glad it isn’t my turn to clean up.”

“Lily’s Sweet Venom,” Anne mused as Lily stepped off of Marcie, surprisingly seeming to have not cum herself. “Once that’s in her system, it’s over with.”

Lily hummed nonchalantly, busying herself by yanking down Marcie’s pants and leaving just her bare pussy. It dripped noticeably, and had been for several minutes of taking various aphrodisiacs.

Lily licked her lips, eying Marcie’s pussy up close. “Do you require anything else, master?” she asked coaxingly.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Marcie panted and begged.

“Tee-hee. Don’t be silly, master,” Lily giggled. She raised a single finger, and delivered a single poke to Marcie’s clit. “I love you.”

She smiled throughout, but Lily was surprised that Marcie’s scream hadn’t broken something fragile. Marcie’s eyes flew open, as did her thighs and mouth.

“UUUUNGH!” she grunted, Lily stepping aside; it didn’t take two seconds for Marcie to cum, squirting intensely over the mat. The stream of cum stained all near her crotch, even her discarded pants as her whole body shook violently and writhed in the middle of the ring. Lily giggled again, sitting down beside Marcie’s shoulders and leaning her head on her knees, watching innocently as Marcie experienced the biggest orgasm of her life…

…so far. Another came not ten seconds later. She was still suffering the effects of the first when an even stronger one hit her, feeling it as far up as the pit of her stomach. Her nipples felt hard as diamonds as her hips lifted up off the mat, shaking as she gushed again. Her mouth fluttered open and shut, as though rapidly failing to find praise or curse powerful enough to describe her sensations.

“Ooh, such a naughty master I have,” Lily giggled, casually starting to finger herself as she watched Marcie suffer a third orgasm, her body tensing and releasing a strangled scream hardly a moment before she spasmed onto her side, clutching her crotch as a fourth spilled from her. A miniature pool spread beneath her entire body, and Lily watched calmly, serenely stroking herself at a lazy pace. Her painted nails danced between her folds for all to see, though Marcie made far more of a scene as she gushed again. A tenth and she was sobbing, curled up as her stomach and crotch ached terribly.

“Mmm, how durable my master is. She can go all night without any rest. Please! Please! Cum for me again, master!” Lily squealed, playfully bouncing up and down on her butt like a spoiled, excited child.

“Oh ggggggod!” Marcie bellowed, cum splashing through her fingers.

“Tweeeelve!” Lily cheered. “Go, master! Go for the record! Thirteen! Almost there! Fourteen! C’mon, can’t you go the distance with me? Almossssst…FIFTEEN! Yayyyy! Master, a new record! You should be so proud! You’re the biggest whore in the history of the Lace Pirates!”

“Ffffuuuuck,” Marcie rasped, her throat weary from all the groaning and screaming.

“Such endurance! You’re quite an accomplished tramp, master…sixteen! No wait... SEVENteen! Oh, master, you’re so goood!” Lily gushed, as if she’d been the one cumming. “Master, you’re so… hm?”

Marcie’s eyes had rolled back into her head. She was breathing raspily, and everything within two feet of her was utterly soaked with her sweat or cum.
Lily nodded in approval, and then gasped. “Oh, my! We were having a match, weren’t we, master? I’d better wrap it up or you’ll be up past your bedtime.” She sat up, bottom visibly wet from the cum and stood over the dazed Landshark. She lifted her skirt and daintily put a single toe on her victim, Anne giving an informal three slaps on the mat to count her out.

“Thank you for the match, master,” Lily said, kneeling down and kissing Marcie on the cheek. “That was very fun. And YOU, Master,” Lily said, leaning out through the ropes and kissing Anne on the cheek. “Thank you for giving me such a nice playmate.”

Anne patted her cheek and nodded. “Good work, Lily. I think they’re starting to get what we’re about.”

Fight #2 Winner: Lily Belladonna

After the match, Lily took her foot off Marcie’s chest and bowed. “I’ve taken out the garbage, Master. Do you want me to put the toys away as well?”

Anne nodded. “Why don’t you take Harold down to his new home? Send Marla back up when you’re done with that.”

Lily climbed out of the ring and approached Harold, who began to take a step away from her. In a completely casual motion, Lily took a syringe filled with a pink liquid from a pocket in her apron and swung it into the side of Harold’s neck, pressing down on the plunger in time with the impact. Harold’s eyes became unfocused and he slumped against Lily, slowly humping her leg.

With a predator’s grin, Lily dragged Harold off to one of the higher levels of the ship. She pulled him to her quarters and threw him on her bed, then grabbed a small silver bell off the door and rang it. Less than a minute later, three young women in maid outfits even more revealing than Lily’s appeared.

“This young man needs to feel my love.” Lily said sweetly. “Hold him down.”

The three maids – a busty redhead, a tall brunette, and a skinny girl with black hair and dark skin – approached Harold as he thrashed about on the bed in blind lust. The redhead forced his shoulders down while her partners grabbed him by the arms, taking away his leverage and keeping him pinned to the mattress.

Lily entered her room and extinguished the center lamp. The room slowly regained its form as the blonde lit a series of candles placed at strategic points, mounted in pewter skulls and miniature tombstones. The cook undid the apron of her outfit, almost vanishing into the gloom, and clothes rustled as her dress fell to the floor. Harold and the maids could see flashes of creamy white skin as Lily, now naked, went to her mirror and opened a small black box.

With a contented sigh, Lily applied her makeup; black lipstick, deep blue eye shadow, and a heady perfume. With a smile, Lily painted two thick, pointed lines from her eyes to her cheeks, forming jagged tears. She turned around as a ghostly, naked vision before opening her closet and pulling on long black gloves and stockings. Hips swaying, she approached the bed and let her tongue hang out of her mouth.

“Mmm. This one is handsome. Tell me, Harry…are you a virgin?”

Harold was still almost feral from the earlier injection, shouting wordlessly and bucking his hips. Lily frowned.

“Too much neobearborsal, I think. One of you three remind me to try and counterbalance it with some benziumutate later. As for the moment…” Lily gave Harold a backhanded slap, then dug another needle into his neck. He laid there, motionless save for breathing.

“Can’t move so much now, can you? I love this one. Your body will be locked for the next two hours, but you’re still conscious. You still…” her hand brushed his member and it jumped, “…react. You three can leave now.”

The maids departed and Lily straddled Harold, slowly easing him in and rocking her hips side to side, like she was dancing. The pale oval of her face shone out in the shadows, black lips turned into a cruel smile. She kissed at his lips gently, and then licked them before kissing him again. A small moan escaped the young man and Lily laughed, thrusting him in again with smooth, rocking motions.

Lily kept grinding her hips as she reached up, feeling her own breasts before grabbing a bottle of wine off a bedside table. She uncorked it with her thumb and took a long drink with an open mouth, the red liquid spilling down her chest and stomach, onto Harold and dripping into their lovemaking. Lily gasped with delight and poured the wine over Harold before taking another drink, then licking it off the boy’s chest.

“Your blood is so sweet, boy…” Lily laughed and began to blush from the drink. “So sweet and yummy. I hope Anne isn’t too mad at me for taking your first…I’d hate to see you too broken to feel my love again.”

She titled her head back and opened her mouth, letting more wine splash in before kissing him and spitting it in his mouth, suckling his throat until her swallowed it. “Mmm…haven’t had a man this good in months! So quiet and obedient.” Lily laughed again.

Finally, the bottle was emptied and Lily tossed it aside. She grabbed Harold’s shoulders to steady her and began slamming her snatch into him, crying out with each thrust, shaking the bed and almost throwing Harold through the headboard. He orgasmed and Lily followed, and then kept humping him. With a frustrated moan, Lily looked down and saw that she had knocked Harold out with her wild gyrations.

“Hey! Wake up, dummy!” Lily yelled, slapping him. “I’m still horny! WAKE UP!” She pouted for a minute, then got dressed and dragged Harold from her room. In the hall, she ran into one of the nurses that assisted Colleen.

“Hey!” Lily called. “Come here and help me with this for a minute…” She fingered the aphrodisiacs in her pocket and giggled.

To Be Continued