She pushed it in, holding my head tightly, making me gag and spit round the sides of it. 'Filthy little slut. You like that? You like Mistress' cock?'...I hummed a yes, trying my best to accept her fleshy invader. 'On the bed,' She commanded with one final slap of her cock. I knelt there trying to catch my breath, rubbing the tears from my eyes. 'Move bitch!' She hissed, tapping her foot hard against my balls. I yelped and went over to the bed. 'Poppers?' 'Yes,' I said, stretching my hand out.. One of my favorites is assignments that I’ve sent him back home, like memorizing Susan B. Anthony’s speeches, and quizzing him on them. Then there are the more physically rigorous ones. Ivar is a homophobe, so I’ve mailed him dildos in various sizes to try sucking, and he’s graduated to some big ones!One night during his visits, I take him to Geppetto’s, a tranny bar in downtown Sherier. The ?girls? are usually playing bezique around a table in the center of the room, and Ivar must go under. “Give them a few days to settle in.”“Ye think someone’s going tae do somethin’ daft?” the Captain asked.“Probably.” Danica said. “We didn’t have time to vet the new crew quite as thoroughly as we usually do. They’re all competent sailors, but we weren’t as careful with figuring their temperament this time. I’m betting there’s one or two that aren’t really Kestrel material. Hopefully they’ll keep their mouths shut and just get off at the next port instead of causing a problem.”“I trust ye tae. A crimson limb would appear out of the steam, thrashing, patches of black char crusting the skin.“Smother his flames,” Minx whooped as she rushed up the stairs past the other, holding something in her hand.“Yes,” I growled, surging forward, Angela racing at my sight.The water elementals had the efreet pinned on the ground. His legs kicked. A second tulwar tumbled from a hand, lying on the ground, the bronze cool. The steam lessened. The thrashing feet stilled.“I killed him,” Xandra whispered,.