chapter 2

As I awoke my head felt swimmy and I had no idea where I even was. I tried to sit up, but, discovered moving only invited nausea. I felt like I was floating. And then I realized I was in fact floating. Turning my head slowly I noticed I was strapped to a large bunk. There were windows across from the bed and risking the nausea I slowly sat up and looking through those windows I saw nothing but endless ocean. A dozen thoughts hit my mind all at the same time. The three biggest being. Where the hell am I? How the hell did I get here? But most important perhaps being where the hell was this boat going??

I tried to focus on my surroundings. The last think I remembered I had been in a hotel room with the titan haired princess. I remembered talking about my carrier and I remember telling her I had no real family and then...Nothing. I tried to remove the rest of the restraints holding me to the bed. Yet as I tried to untie the soft cord from my right ankle I heard a soft tinkle. Pulling on the cord one more time I again heard the soft tinkle. I froze. That tinkle was a bell hooked somehow to that cord an early warning that their captive was now moving about. I tried to follow the end of the cord to where it lead. But I was too late within seconds of the last melodic sound the man who had introduced himself as the bitch's assistant walked into the room. I looked up at him as I simply dropped the cord back down to the edge of the bed. I tried to find a weapon this bastard wasn't coming anywhere near me not as long as I had any fight left in me at all.

Unfortunately there seemed to be very limited options. I finally gained my feet feeling more unsettled than the ocean we were drifting on. I tried to take a swing at the man, but, I was still suffering from the effects of what I was sure were some pretty powerful drugs the witch has put into my drink. The assistant caught my fist as it flew towards his face with very little effort. And then catching my other hand as I let fly again. Said in a calm soothing tone. "Sir you must calm yourself. I will explain all if you will just be still."

I didn't trust him one tiny bit but I also knew it was fruitless to even try right now. Sitting down with a wary look in my eyes I waited. "Sir as you have already surmised I am sure...we are on a rather large ship in the middle of the ocean. I nodded my head. He took a deep breath and pulling a chair to the edge of the bed that I sat back on he crossed his leg pulling the seam straight as he did so. He placed his hands in his lap and looked into my eyes. I assure you we mean you no harm. You have in fact been given a gift. The princess has chosen you. I assure you this is an honor. She could have any man she wishes and she picked you." Nonplussed at this declaration I of course had to ask the obvious question, "chosen me for what? Am I supposed to feel honored that she drugged me and threw me aboard a god damn ship against my will to just go where I am told? Are you people out of your fecking minds??? I am a US citizen you can't just kidnap me like this!" By this time more of the drugs had begun to wear off. I was becoming more focused by the minute I am sure my anger helped push the rest of the drugs out of my system. I stood ready to do battle once again. The man in front of me leaned a little forward and pulling on the cord I had left lying on the best the tinkle sound started again. Within seconds the room was filled by a half a dozen powerfully built men. Tall and muscled head to toe. This succeeded in calming me down just enough to listen again.

I had no choice really and so I gave the man in the chair a sarcastic salute and told in a voice dripping with the selfsame sarcasm, "oh please do continue tell me all about this AMAZING opportunity." Quirking an eyebrow at me the assistant cleared his throat, "Now as I was saying. The princess has decided you are to be her choice for sex slave." This time I was the one to raise an eyebrow. For a full 30 seconds I honestly had no words. It was then I looked the man straight in the eyes trying to decide if the guy was crazy or what all of this was about because call me nuts this sounded completely insane! "So, 'I countered, 'you kidnapped me to be the princess's consort do I have that right? Mister she could have had me anyway she wanted if instead of drugging me and dragging me away she just asked." I'm not going to lie she was, based on her actions, more than a little looney, but, that didn't make her any less beautiful. I would have been more than happy to lick her from head to toe. I had no idea why they felt the need to remove me from my home to satisfy her needs.

It was then as the man in the chair leaned back with a slight smirk on his face I realized that I was not going to like where this was going. I waited for him to do his little cross legged seam straight dance again. He smiled at me for the first time which I have to tell you on this man's face sent a chill down my spine. Suddenly I knew I definitely was not going to like where this whole thing was going. "There is more than a simple matter of flicking her clit involved I am afraid,' he began,' so much more. You see the princess has some very definite tastes she requires to full fill her requirements." I uncrossed one of my arms signaling for him to get to the point. What happened next was not something I had ever expected. Without even turning his head he signaled to the other men in the room to escort me from my room. Once I was on my feet there was little point in fighting I let them lead me out of the room and up a small flight of stairs. The wind coming off the waves blew my hair around. I could smell the salt and I turned my head as we ascended to the desk above. There was no land what so ever in sight no matter how I turned my eyes to look.

A moment later after we had reached another door the assistant who had lead the way knocked on the heavy door. As the door slid open there she was my capture. As angry as I was at her seeing that slim beautiful figure wrapped in little more than what amounted to floss her hair spilling down her back in a riot of curls my body betrayed me and was actually hard. She looked deep into my eyes and for once I could read the expression one of amusement. I wanted to rip her head off. I had begun to open my mouth to tell her exactly what I thought of the current situation when she placed a soft fingertip to my lips. My eyes still raged my ire at her until she placed her free hand softly on my rock hard member. Removing her fingertip she instead stepped closer and pulling my head down to her level gently kissed my lips. I was too surprised by her actions to react. She tilted her head to more fully capture my lips as her hand began a slow slide on my hard cock. I moaned in the back of my throat. It was messed up and I knew it, but, it seemed the only head that was able to react at all was not the one on my shoulders. As easy as that she owned me. I wanted to kill her but once her hands were touching me and I could taste the sweet sensation of her lips I couldn't fight her. She pulled me with her as she stepped backward through her door. Once we were both back inside her room I heard the door slam and click behind me. I once again found my sense for the moment. There was something about the sound of that click and the snick of the dead bolt after that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I stepped back from the woman who was about to become my goddess and master. I reached behind me never taking my eyes from her and tried to pull the door open. She was once again amused at my actions. Instead she stepped over to a table placed against one wall. The length was very long and was covered with every decadent treat I had ever imagined. She ran a fingertip along the edge never taking her eyes from me. Tilting her head for a moment she studied me. Her eyes finally trailing my body from head to toe. She turned her head from me instead focusing on the bar along another wall of the room. She picked up a glass of champagne offering it to me. I shook my head. How stupid would I have to be to drink that particular drink again given what happened the last time? She shrugged her should instead she brought the flute to her own full lips and took a delicate sip of the liquid. Apparently trying to prove to me nothing to fear or harm in that amber liquid. I took a steady breath and accepted the glass. She retrieved another flute and poured herself a drink as well.