Ivy's Suffering

Soul Calibur: Ivy's Suffering



By Night Creeper





Chapter 1 - A Bird in Hand





     In the throne room of a broken down castle, a huge towering knight wearing shiny armor

from head to toe and a huge helmet, sat upon the throne of a disposed king.  The knight's name

was Nightmare, the current possessor of the legendary demon blade, the Soul Edge.  The sword

had made him extremely powerful, but it had also taken over his mind.  The knight couldn't

disobey its orders.  When the sword speaks, Nightmare follows.  Although the knight had entered

the castle according to the sword's wishes, he was none to happy to be waiting for such an

exorbitant amount of time.  "Why must I wait?" he asked the sword.

     "Patience my young follower.  Be patient and you shall be rewarded," the sword's voice

echoed in his head.

     "Rewarded?  Slaughtering hundreds of people is not much of a reward."

     "What about the gold?  What about your strength?  Did you forget about your prowess in

battle?"

     "The gold . . ."

     "The gold is what you wanted, your strength is great, and your abilities in battle are

unrivaled!  Don't you agree?"

     "Yes . . ."

     "And do you know how you came to have all those things?"

     "I . . ."

     "It is because of me!"

     "You . . ."

     "Yes!  Me!  Without me, you would still be the stupid little boy, who got lucky when he

came upon a sword!  Without me, you would have never survived all those battles!"

     "But . . . but . . . you made me engage in those battles . . ."

     "Of course!  When you picked me up in your weak hands, I made them stronger.  I saw

what you wanted.  I saw power and gold.  I gave you both.  I gave everything that you wanted.  I

am your best friend, your only friend.  I can give you what you desire.  All I ask is that you obey

me by staying here a little bit longer."

     "But all those souls . . . all those people . . ."

     "When one makes an omelet, one must break some eggs.  You wanted to be strong, I

showed you how strong you were.  You wanted to excel in battle and I proved that you excelled

in battle.  Besides, when you take gold from people, they will come back to claim it.  With them

dead, there's no one to challenge you for the gold."

     "But . . ."

     "Are you having doubts?"

     "I . . ."

     "You could put me down.  Go ahead.  Put me down.  Put me down on the throne and

walk right out of the castle.  You can still have your gold and strength.  Just remember that

whomever comes and finds me will have all their dreams come true!  So, just put me down and

walk away if you're having doubts."

     "Noooo . . . I can't . . ."

     "Of course you can.  You don't need me.  You're better on your own.  That's why you

don't want to listen to me."

     "No . . ."

     "No?  You were so sure a few seconds ago.  You thought you knew everything.  You

thought you didn't need me.  You thought you didn't need to listen to me.  Yet, all I've done is

help you.  What kind of thanks is that?"

     "I . . . I'm sorry.  I need you," Nightmare stammered.

     "Finally!  You're coming around.  Listen and listen good.  Wait a little while longer and I

promise that you will be rewarded for your efforts.  You will receive what you so richly deserve.

Just remember not to hurt your two new female slaves too badly.  I want you to enjoy them.

Especially since they want to take me away from you."

     "NOOOOO!!!  NO ONE WILL PART US!!!" Nightmare bellowed as he rose from te

throne.

     "Who is us?" a ninja warrior clad in red inquired as she appeared from the shadows. .

     Nightmare snarled and immediately lifted the sword high into the air before gripping it

with his two hands and held the sword before his face, occasionally catching a glance at his own

reflection in the sword.  "What business do you have here?" Nightmare bellowed.

     "The Soul Edge is evil, it must be destroyed!" the female urged as she took a defensive

posture, but kept her swords sheathed.

     "The female ninja is named Taki.  She wants to take me away from you.  She wants your

gold and your strength.  She wants to be the wielder of me," the sword's voice echoed in

Nightmare's skull.

     "This is my sword and you will not take it away from me!" Nightmare bellowed angrily.

     "I must!" Taki replied.

     "See!  I told you!  She wants to take me away from you!  She wants it all!" the sword

quickly spoke.

     "THE SWORD IS MINE!!" Nightmare snarled.

     "Please!  I don't want to hurt you.  Give up the sword and I'll let you live.  Keep the

sword and I will be forced to kill you," the female ninja quickly replied.

     "She can't kill you, not with me around."

     "Yes!  She can't defeat me!"

     "Please!  I don't want to hurt you!  Give me the sword!"

     "NOOOO!!!" Nightmare screamed as he charged the female ninja, who instantly drew her

two swords.  The two clashed, swords clanging, as the grunts of both warriors filled the room.

Furniture were smashed and marks were left on the walls.  Even bits of the floor were uprooted

in the battle.  Nightmare with his unparalleled strength was proving to be an insurmountable

obstacle for Taki.  She dashed, blocked, and attacked repeatedly while dodging Nightmare's

killer blows.  However, the problem was that she wasn't inflicting enough damage on the

monster.  She did hit him, but his armor absorbed most of the blows.  Worse yet, the longer the

fight went, the stronger he became as he channeled his anger and expressed it with the sword.

Eventually, after a long arduous battle, Nightmare was able to knock one of Taki's swords out of

her hand.  The other sword was soon to follow and that's when he began to unleash a barrage of

punches and tackles with his armor.  And when the dust cleared, a defeated Taki laid on the floor,

panting for breath and trying desperately to get up.

     "Excellent job, Nightmare.  You have done well.  I am very proud of you.  Let me reward

you," the sword's voice echoed in Nightmare's head as Taki was raised into the air.  Fear gripped

the female ninja as she felt a force spread her and then without warning, her clothes were ripped

from her body.  Then she floated past Nightmare, toward the throne, where she began to descend.

Taki then noticed that her shoulder pads and knee pads were waiting for her at the throne.  And

when she got close to the throne, the demon heads on her pad came to life.  Two of heads

clamped down on her wrists and secured them to the top of the throne as she stood with her legs

spread on the seat itself.

     "LET ME GO!!" Taki screamed as she struggled to free herself as Nightmare slowly

made his way to the throne.

     Without saying a word, Nightmare leaned the Soul Edge against the throne, between the

back of the throne and Taki's nude body, allowing her to see the sword's ruby red eye.  Npt

wanting to see the eye, Taki slammed her eyes shut, only to hear something in the back of her

mind, slowly getting louder.  Suddenly, she realized what it was.  It was the sword's voice.

"Hello Taki.  You and your friends may have destroyed me, but I am back now.  I have plans for

you and this is just a mere sampling!" the sword laughed.  Fear and dread coursed through Taki's

body as she felt the lecherous gaze of the sword's eye on her nude body.  The female ninja was

trying to figure out what the sword meant when her thoughts were interrupted as the knight

shifted his armor and gripped Taki's hips.  With his powerful hands, he spread her butt cheeks

and rammed his member unceremoniously into her dry pussy.  Taki screamed loudly as her body

was thrust forward due to Nightmare's entry.

     "NOOOOOOO!!!" Taki wailed as she jerked spastically.  She could feel her pussy lips

spreading wide to accept the huge girth of Nightmare's member.  Her lips were spreading wide

and clamping down on the beast's dick like a tight rubber band.  As it went further and further,

Taki felt every inch of her being stretched as the pain shot through her body.

     "Worthless whore!  You're going to take it all even if it kills you!  Which by the way, it

won't.  It may feel like it, but it won't kill you.  However, in the end, you may wish that it did,"

the sword laughed.

     "NOOO!!!  PLEASE STOP!!!  PLEASE!!" the woman pleaded helplessly as her body

shot forward allowing her jiggling breasts to touch the sword itself.

     "Fuck him back!  Squeeze his dick with your cunt!  Shake your sexy ass!  And rub your

gigantic tits against me!" the sword mocked.

     Taki felt Nightmare's dick stretch her as she continued to plead.  This only made the

sword happier as it unleashed a torrent of verbal abuse, all inside Taki's head while it encouraged

Nightmare to put more strength into it.  Neither participant knew what the sword was telling the

other, but there was no doubt who was in charge.  Eventually, pure self-preservation took over

Taki's mind.  With tears pouring down her face, the woman bucked back against Nightmare's

destructive dick.  Taki couldn't believe the horrible violation of her body and mind that was

taking place, but the abuse continued for what seemed like an eternity even after Nightmare

forced her body to climax.  Soon, it was followed by another and another.  The pain and climaxes

were being combined together, melding into one.  That's when the pleading stopped and the

woman only panted, grunted, and groaned.

     "When I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a sexy fuck puppet," the sword

laughed as Taki groaned before another climax caused her to pass out.  Even with Taki being

unconscious, both the sword and Nightmare continued their assault, one physically and the other

mentally.

     Nightmare's stamina was incredible as the minutes soon turned into hours.  The knight

found pleasure in his actions as the sword complimented him and doused him with praise.  He

was so caught up in his work that he hardly heard the footsteps behind him and the sword didn't

warn him either.  Within seconds, Nightmare realized that a whip of sword blades was wrapped

tightly around his neck, which was not covered by the armor.  Before his hands could get to the

whip, there was a mighty tug that made the blades cut into his neck, causing trickles of blood.

As his hands got closer, another mighty tug.  This time there was no trickle of blood.  Instead, it

was gushing out as Nightmare began to cough and spat out blood.  Then another tug and another.

As the knight struggled, he pulled out of Taki and darted forward just as the whip was pulled

back.  This time, the blades severed his head clean off his body and the huge knight fell life to the

floor while his head hit the floor, the last vision was the Soul Edge's eye looking back at him.

     With Nightmare dead, the whip was retracted as Ivy steps out of the shadows.  Clad in her

revealing purple battle dress, she makes her way to Taki.  Ivy tore the metal demons from the

throne and freed the woman.  "Wake up, Taki!  Wake up!" she screamed as she shook her friend.

After a great length of time, Ivy realized that Taki was out cold.

     "How sweet," Ivy heard a voice say inside her head.

     "Who is that?  Show yourself!" Ivy spat as she dropped Taki's body onto the floor and

turned with her sword, Valentine, drawn and ready.

     "Tell me . . . how did it feel to decapitate Nightmare?  I believe you simply wanted to pull

him off of Taki.  Yet, you simply tug harder and harder until his head popped right off.  So how

did that feel?"

     "COME OUT!  SHOW YOURSELF!!"

     "I have shown myself.  I am the one that you seek."

     "YOU!!" Ivy spat as she shot daggers with her eyes at the sword sitting on the throne.

     "Yes.  It's so fitting that I am here, sitting on top of this throne while my loyal subjects

are on the floor," the sword replied as its eye concentrated on Ivy's figure.

     "I will destroy you!" Ivy shouted as she ran toward the throne with her sword.

     "Don't be so hasty."

     "DIE!" Ivy screamed as she drove her own sword upon the sword, only to hear loud

clang.

     "It appears that your sword is too weak.  Would you like to replace Valentine with

myself?  The daughter of a great pirate should use the same sword that he wielded for so long."

     "I am nothing like my father!  I will destroy you!"

     "You're just like your father.  Have you heard yourself recently or looked in a mirror?

Your eyes are all red, burning with hate.  Your chest is even heaving right now.  And your words

are filled with so filled with hate and anger that Valentine can hardly be sufficient."

     "SHUT UP!" Ivy spat as she pulled her sword back and was about to drive it into the eye

of the Soul Edge.  But before she made contact, the eye changed and showed a clear reflection of

Ivy, allowing the woman to see her anger and her burning red eyes.  This caused Ivy to stop dead

in her tracks, stunned.

     "Put Valentine down.  Pick me up.  Then you can continue your father's legacy!"

     "Nooo!" Ivy shouted with tears in her eyes.  She shook her head several times as her

sword dropped to the ground.  When she finally opened her eyes, they were no longer red.

Sensing that the sword was corrupting her, the woman quickly grabbed her sword from the

ground as the eye transformed from a mirror back to its evil self.

     "Pity!  No matter, I will win," the sword replied as Ivy saw Valentine transform into its

whip form.  The sword then snakes around her body in tight embrace.  Suddenly unable to move,

Ivy wiggles in desperation.  "Let's try a new tactic," the Soul Edge spoke as the open end of

Valentine goes right through the back of Ivy's neck.  The female fighter screams and her mind

goes blank.





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Chapter 2 - New Shipmate





     Ivy awakes to find herself in complete darkness.  She wasn't sure how long she was out,

but she opened her eyes and was still unable to see.  For Ivy, a hood over head was cutting the

light.  As the woman tried to fathom what had happened, she moved her jaw, only to find the

back of a piece of rubber wrapped around her mouth, keeping her quiet.  She then tried to move

her arms and found them immobile.  Simply put, her arms were bound behind her back, where

she felt a thick rope encircling her wrists and elbows.  The woman's legs were similarly bound at

her thighs and ankles.  Ivy was not very happy with her current condition, but she used her other

senses to gather her surroundings.  From the smell of her surroundings, Ivy concluded that she

was in cabin and judging by the breeze on her skin, she was probably naked. "Shit," the woman

huffed into her gag.

     Suddenly, Ivy heard rustling around her.  She felt the arms of two men picking her up.

The woman then heard the pattering of steps.  It was obvious that the men were quickly running

up a flight of stairs.  When they reached the top of the steps, she heard a door open and was

greeted by the cool sea air.  The men continue to move her for a few more feet before they force

her to kneel on the hard wooden floor.  Without warning, the hood was removed as the light

almost blinded Ivy and it took the woman quite some time before she could focus her eyes and

realized that she was on the deck of a ship, which was already at sea.  "How did I get here?  And

why am I not dead?" she thought to herself.

     "Hello," a male voice snapped Ivy back into reality.  It didn't take long for Ivy to find the

source of the greeting since the man was in front of her now, eyeing her body with lust in his

eyes.  He was a handsome man with a rich dark beard and a muscular body.  "Welcome to my

ship.  I am the captain of this fine vessel.  You may call me, Cervantes.  And these are my crew,"

Cervantes spoke as gestured with his hand at the men surrounding them.  "You are quite the

skilled warrior.  You slain quite a number of my crew before we were able to subdue you with a

sleeping dart.  It was suppose to be a simple raid on a peasant village, but you complicated

matters.  I am very taken by your beauty and greatly impressed by your fighting abilities.  It is

because of those two factors that I have decided to spare your life.  And, since I do not have the

time to recruit more crew members, I have decided to train you to be one of my warriors as well

receiving my seed . . . for children of course," Cervantes spoke as he gripped Ivy's chin and

looked directly into her angry eyes.

     "MMMMPPPHHTTT!!" Ivy screamed into her gag.  All of it was incoherent to the men.

They considered it nothing more than noise, but they knew that Ivy was shouting insults and

cursing them.  The men could tell by the woman's hateful eyes, burning a hole through them.  No

doubt the proud woman was repulsed by her predicament.

     "I bet you're thinking that a proud warrior like yourself should not be treated like a whore

that will be filled with someone's demon seed," Cervantes spoke as he kneeled in front of the

woman.  "Don't fret, kitten.  You will learn to obey soon enough.  In fact, today is your first

lesson."

     Ivy's eyes shot daggers at Cervantes, who simply smiled back at her, making the woman

even angrier.  Then a collective cheer erupted from the crew as Cervantes waved his hand.

Suddenly, Ivy's vision turned black as the men placed the hood back over her head.  The woman

started to struggle trying to get the hood off her head, much to the delight of the men.  As the

cheers rose, Ivy continued to struggle as she found herself being lifted into the air.  She then

heard the rumbling of footsteps and she knew exactly that they were taking her down the steps

back into the galley of the ship.

     "Place her on the bench," Cervantes commanded as the crew obeyed.

     Ivy immediately felt herself being lifted into the air again before being set down upon

something padded.  Within seconds, the man had tied her down onto the bench, which forced her

to bend her body forward with her butt high in the air.  Her legs were spread and her ankles

secured to the ship's wooden floor.  The woman then felt a hard tug on the left side of her hood.

She then feel the hood shift before a loud ripping sound filled her ear.  "Bastards!" Ivy snarled

into her gag.

     The woman's anger turned into revulsion as she felt a hand grip her chin as a warm

tongue licked her left ear.  Ivy wanted to puke, but she was brought back from her thoughts when

she heard Cervantes speaking to her.  "Like I said, you need to learn obedience.  Thus, you will

be whipped for your insolence," Cervantes spoke calmly before he released her chin while the

crew cheered.

     Ivy growled in anger, but she bit her gag tightly after the first swap connected with her

anus.  The whip bit into her creamy skin leaving a bright red stripe.  Ivy clamped her mouth

tightly around her gag, determined not to give the ugly crowd of men any satisfaction in hearing

her scream.  Cervantes was right, Ivy was a proud woman and she would rather die than let the

men hear her scream.  And even though the crew cheered at seeing the stripe, Ivy was mentally

cursing them, swearing to present each crew member with a slow, painful death when the time

was right.

     Again and again, the whip found its mark on Ivy's ass and never did the woman scream in

pain.  Instead, she simply bit harder and harder onto the gag.  The more the crowd and Cervantes

cheered, the more obstinate she became.  Yet, after the thirtieth lash, the pain was excruciating.

Ivy never dreamed of such pain, but she was determined to keep herself from screaming.  Her

butt was plastered with red welts as Ivy was engulfed by agony that burned whenever the whip

touched her bruised ass.  Worse yet, the cheers from the crew was making her situation much

worse.  Ivy's only saving grace was that the hood was absorbing her tears as she silently wept

into her gag.

     Cervantes was enjoying the show and even though some crew members were convinced

that Ivy's wet hood was caused by the sweat that now covered her entire body, the captain knew

good and well that the hood was soaked due to the woman's tears.  He knew Ivy was use to

getting her way and the thought of breaking her made him relish the moment, knowing that she

would be broken.  Cervantes was sure that she wouldn't be broken on this day, but he knew that

she would eventually break.  Thus, the man didn't even lift a finger as he sat down on a wooden

chair and leaned back, allowing the back of the chair to be propped by the side of the boat.

     Ivy wasn't sure of how many times the whip had connected with her body, but she knew

good and well that the whip had broken the skin.  She could feel her own blood dripping down

her legs especially since whip had lashed her legs as well.  Part of her was livid and the other part

was a bit relieved that the blood cooled some of the bruises and welts.  However, none of this

diminished her resolve to hunt and kill the crew members.  And although Ivy held out from

screaming, she was not able to diminish the pain.  Thus, the woman passed out from the pain

when the fiftieth lash connected with her ass.  Luckily for Ivy, she couldn't hear the howl of the

crew when the saw the woman's head slump forward or she would have broken every bone in her

body in hopes of freeing herself from her bonds in order to rip their tongues out.



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Chapter 3 - Captain's Concubine





     Ivy awakes with a throbbing headache.  The woman still remembered the whipping that

she received and her body is sore all over.  It takes the woman several long seconds to clear her

head.  And even when her head was clear, she found it incredibly hard to open her eyes.  That's

when she thought it had something to do with her headache so she tried to raise her hand, only to

find that something was holding her hand in place.  Suddenly, her eyes burst open and saw that

she was lying on a large bed.  Then she looks up and sees a large mirror above the bed.  The

woman snarls as she notices the beautiful silk red sleeping gown that hugged her body like a

second skin, highlighting her shapely curves.  Luckily for the woman, she was only hogtied by

ropes around her wrists and ankles.  This allowed her to roll on the bed, where she was shocked

that all the whip marks were no longer even present.  She felt the pain of the whippings, but she

could not see any blemishes on her skin.  The woman was totally puzzled as she rolled around,

trying to knock the red scarf out of her mouth, but it was hopeless since it was tied tightly around

the back of her head.  When Ivy eventually stopped rolling back and forth, she took in her

surroundings and saw that she was in a large bedroom, which was full of candles, strategically

placed about the large room with no light from the outside.  Ivy reasoned that it was probably

dark outside, she was in the captain's bedroom, and that he had plans for her.

     Within seconds, Ivy realized that she was correct on her guess about who owned the room

since Cervantes opened the bedroom door and greeted her with a smile.  The woman groaned in

disgust as the captain closed the door and approached the bed.  He then climbed onto the bed and

grabs the woman by her hips, where he pulled her close.  Ivy struggled and screamed into her gag

as Cervantes caressed her smooth long legs.  A large smile appeared on the man's face as he

chuckled lightly, impressed by the woman's spirit.  "Such a lovely figure," the man spoke as he

flipped the woman so that she was lying on her stomach.  Cervantes slapped the woman's ass a

few times before laid on top of her back, his hands sliding to her breasts, where he began to

caress and squeeze them, causing the woman to struggle anew.  "I bet you're wondering about

your wounds.  My ship's doctor took care of them.  I captured her some time ago.  I was ready to

kill her when I discovered that she was a witch.  After giving her to the crew for a few nights, she

quickly accepted the position of doctor rather than be passed around from crew member to crew

member.  And she had no problems healing your wounds since I want you.  I wanted you the

moment I laid eyes on you and now I shall have you," the man spoke as he pulled the top of the

gown past Ivy's breasts.

     "BASTARD!" Ivy snarled into her gag as she felt the man roll off of her.  She then felt

the bed began to shake and a zipper unzipping.  The woman growled into her gag and tried to get

away, but her bonds prevented her from getting very far.  In fact, her movements excited

Cervantes even more.

     "Going somewhere?" Cervantes asked as he flipped Ivy over so that she was resting on

her back.  The man positions himself between her legs as he lifts the gown past her hips,

allowing it to bunch up around her stomach.  His member was already excited and stiff.  Ivy was

shocked by the size of the man's member as she screamed and bucked.  Unfortunately, Ivy's

struggle was futile as the pirate entered her and began pumping his member in and out of the

woman's dry sex.

     "NOOOO!" Ivy screamed into her gag.  The woman never imagined such an indignity.

Much like before, she wanted to kill Cervantes for his actions, but she was unable to stop him.

The act disgusted Ivy and the woman's angry eyes told Cervantes that she wanted to rip his eyes

out and his heart too, but the pirate simply smiled and continued to pump his member in and out

Ivy's snatch.

     "So pretty," Cervantes laughed as his hands gripped Ivy's hips, allowing him to pump

even more forcefully into her.  The man's smile only increased when he saw Ivy slam her eyes

shut as she arched her back.  He saw her chest heave up and down while her body perspired,

causing her body to glisten in the candlelight.  This made Cervantes even more excited as he

began to growl and exert even more power.

     Ivy was totally beside herself now.  She could feel her own juices leaking out of her sex

and coating her inner thighs.  The woman was now moaning and writhing on the bed as

Cervantes continued his assault on her defenseless body.  Inside the woman's mind, she was

screaming with rage as she tried to bury the humiliation and the pain.  Yet, she was moaning and

writhing, even meeting the man's thrusts on the outside.  Then it finally happened, Ivy felt it

build inside her and she tried everything in her power to stop it.  But as the seconds ticked by, her

willpower decreased and she eventually climaxed.

     Cervantes watched as the lovely creature before him shook and screamed into the gag.

He watched as her tits jiggled and her back arched even more.  The man smiled as he watched the

sweat fly off her body like a dog shaking itself after coming in from the rain.  Cervantes was very

pleased with himself as he felt the woman's vaginal muscles clamp down on his dick and shook

it, much like her own shaking body.  This caused Cervantes to lose it as he climaxed and shot his

load into Ivy.  Each time the man grunted, he shot another burst into her until he finally finished

and pulled out of her, allowing a thick stream of spunk to ooze out of her sex.

     It took Ivy several minutes to recover, but when she did, she couldn't believe what she

saw.  Reflecting in the mirror was Cervantes collecting the spunk from the bed sheets.  Ivy could

see quite an amount in his hands and the smile on his face.  Before she knew it, his hands

smacked her right breast, where he began to smear his vile seed all over her breast and into her

skin's pores.  The woman growled into her gag as Cervantes lifted his hand and repeated the

process with her left breast.  Ivy's face becomes flushed as she begins to sob into her gag as she

sees the vile spunk on her breasts.

     "So lovely," Cervantes commented as he positioned himself between Ivy's legs again.

Then just like before, he took her.  And just like before, Ivy fought a losing battle as she grunted

and moaned into her gag.  Just like before, it took her several minutes before she climaxed.  Then

Cervantes slapped more spunk on her breasts except this time, he continued to rape the woman,

forcing her to climax again and again.

     By the time Cervantes was done, he had shot his load into Ivy's sex seven times and Ivy

was no longer able to hide her feelings.  The woman was sobbing uncontrollably as she just laid

on her back, unable to move.  By now, Cervantes had smeared his seed all over the woman's

upper body and thighs.  Ivy had never felt so powerless in her life and she did not relish the

feeling at all.  Her only saving grace was that Cervantes had pulled out of her body and left her

alone for a good ten minutes.  She thought she was done for the evening, but knew things were

only going to get worse when she saw Cervantes hop onto the bed with a rag in his hand.  Within

seconds, the rag was placed over Ivy's mouth as her eyelids grew heavy and her sight grew dim.

The rag had a sleeping potion that the witch created for such an occasion and the last thing that

Ivy saw was the smiling face of Cervantes.





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Chapter 4 - Ships Maid





     The next morning, Ivy awoke to find herself in the crew quarters.  She could tell due to

the number of cots spread throughout the room.  The woman then looked down and saw that her

silk gown had been replaced by some dirty brown maid's dress that smelled of something awful.

In fact, the dress looked a lot like some cheap burly sack.  Ivy could see that her hands were

bound in front of her with rope.  She also felt something tight around her neck.  When the

woman reached up, she was very unhappy to realize it was a collar.  She then realized there was a

leash attached to it and before she could do anything about, there was violent tug that brought her

to her feet.  That's when Ivy noticed that it was a crew member that was holding the leash.  She

thought it was odd that she didn't see him earlier, but now, she didn't have much chance as the

man said nothing before tugging on the leash again, forcing Ivy to ascend the steps behind him.

     "Look who finally woke up!" another crew member yelled as Ivy finally made her way to

the deck of the ship.

     "About time!" another growled as he placed a large metal bucket full of water in front of

Ivy while another threw a scrub at Ivy's face.

     "Well!  Don't just stand there!  Clean the ship!"

     "Fuck you!" Ivy spat back.

     "Bitch!" another crew member growled as he kicked the woman's legs out from under

her, sending her crashing to the wooden deck.

     "You best scrub the deck now if you know what's good for you!" the man, who dumped

the bucket smiled, showing some of his missing teeth.

     Ivy leapt at the man, only to be brought down violently by the man holding the leash.  As

Ivy hit the wooden deck, she was met with several blows from wooden sticks.  Each blow rained

down upon her, sending waves of pain coursing through her body.  And unlike the whip, Ivy

cried out in pain with each blow.  Eventually, the men stopped and laughed at here expense while

the man with the leash dragged her back toward the bucket.

     "I think you best be cleaning the deck now on all fours," the man missing some teeth

laughed.

     Like a bound tigress, Ivy reluctantly took the scrub and dipped it into the bucket.  While

muttering under her breath, the woman slapped the scrub onto the deck.  The woman's face was

full of hate as a blow from a stick hit her on the back.  This caused Ivy to scream as she began to

scrub the deck.  "Look at the whore go!" one crew member laughed.

     "Good kitty, scrub it clean!" another laughed.

     "Stupid slut!  Scrub faster!"

     "Filthy bitch hasn't cleaned shit!"

     "She's never cleaned in her life!"

     "She better get use to cleaning!  Because that's all she is good for if she ever disappoints

the captain!" another crew member yelled as the others shouted barrage after barrage of insults at

Ivy, calling her every name in the book.  And when Ivy tried to attack them, several blows from

every direction rained down upon her body.  Some of them were from sticks.  Others were from

the crews' shoe leather and others were punches from their fists.  The assault went on and on and

after a good hour, Ivy was a crying mess as snot and mucus oozed out her nose.  Her eyes were

puffy and her knees and elbows were rubbed raw.  Yet she continued to clean, knowing that

another beating was awaiting her if she stopped.

     After several hours of cleaning, beatings, and insults from the various crew members, Ivy

had become numb to their insults.  Although her ears were able to block them out, it never took

away the humiliation.  Especially since she was being walked around the deck like a common

dog.  Once the deck was done, the men hit her several times and informed her she was being

punished for being too slow and that she would have to do better the next day.  Then without any

warning, the man holding the leash, tugged on it and lead back down to the crew's quarters were

Ivy was placed inside a make-shift metal cage.  The men then poked her with their sticks as the

woman remained in a fetal position inside the cage.  The crew members laughed and ate as Ivy

closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep.

     The next three days were much of the same.  Ivy was forced to the scrub the deck and

brought back to her cage for the night.  With the passing of each day, Ivy got hungrier and

weaker.  However, she did learn that the faster she scrubbed and the more gusto she put into her

work, the crew members would beat her less.  So when the fifth day came, Ivy was busy

scrubbing the deck as the crew members watched and made their comments.  This time however,

they weren't content with just whistling, making derogatory remarks, or getting a cheap grab.

Instead, one of the crew members unzipped his pants in front of Ivy.  "Kiss it," the man ordered.

     "Fuck off!" Ivy snarled right before several men began to pound her with the sticks.  The

woman couldn't hide the pain of the hits and shrieked as the man masturbated to the image

before him.  When the men pulled back after twenty hits, Ivy looked at the man, who was still

playing with his dick, and said in a weak voice, "Fuck you."

     Once again, the men began to hit her, except this time with even more force.  Not to

mention the fact that twice as many men participated this time around.  Before Ivy knew it, she

was lying on her stomach, her back and thighs in flames as she panted for breath.  The man

holding his dick came knelt down and placed his dick in front of Ivy's face.  "Kiss it," the man

ordered, but Ivy refused to react.  Instead, another man gripped the woman's face, lifted her head

up, and placed her lips on the man's dick, where he shook the woman's head.  Ivy screamed, but

kept her lips shut he continued to jerk off.  "That will do for now," the man holding his dick

spoke as he pulled back and shot his load onto Ivy's crying face.

     When the man walked away, the others began to hit Ivy some more.  The hits rained upon

her defenseless body as she screamed and cried.  Before she knew it, her body had taken enough

and her eyes closed as she sank into the darkness.

     The next day came and like clockwork, Ivy was forced to clean the deck.  Once again, the

same man pulled out his dick and ordered her to kiss it.  Like the previous day, Ivy refused and

received a beating.  But this time around, the woman kissed the man's dick before the crew

members stopped hitting her.  As the blows stopped, more and more men began to insult her,

calling her all sorts of degrading names.  And just like the day before, Ivy finished cleaning the

deck as men insulted her and would occasionally whip or hit her if she were going too slow.

     The next day arrived and the same thing occurred except this time, various crew members

requested that Ivy kiss their dicks as well.  Once again, Ivy refused and was met by a flurry of

whips and kicks.  After a few minutes, the beaten woman did as she was told as the men

continued to hurl insults at her.  This time around all the insults stung her as they came when her

lips smacked against a dick.  After the tenth individual, she could hear her own voice in her head

calling her names.  "You really are a slut," the voice spoke as Ivy sobbed and continued to clean

and kiss the dick of any crew member that presented one.

     Three days later, Ivy was use to cleaning the deck and kissing the dicks of various crew

members.  She hadn't seen Captain Cervantes for some time now and it appeared that her life

was nothing more than sleeping in a cage, cleaning the deck, and kissing the dicks of crew

members.  Ivy lamented at her awful fate, but before she could wallow in self-pity, she heard the

command that she had been dreading for days now.  "That's a good little deck whore.  Nice and

clean.  Scrubbing up and down.  You're learning.  Now I want your head to do that as it bobs up

and down on my dick.  Your lips should be nice and tight," the crew member spoke as he rubbed

her right cheek.

     "No," Ivy responded as she saw the anger in the man's eyes.  But before she could say

anything else, the crew members began to whip, kick, and pound her.  Ivy screamed in agony as

she wished for the abuse to end.  Yet, she just wasn't going to suck a dick to do it.  She covered

herself up and rolled into a little ball for protection as her body throbbed with pain.  Then,

everything got dark as she slipped unconscious.

     The next day, it was the same routine.  Except this time, she couldn't lift her head and

look into the requester's eyes.  Instead, she kept her head down and anticipated the assault.  And

like before, the hits rained down upon her.  But unlike the previous day, Ivy didn't pass out.  The

men stopped right before she slipped into unconsciousness.  They then pulled her limp arms and

legs apart from her body, ensuring that she was no longer in a defensive posture.  Then, two crew

members forced her head up.  One of them then squeezed tightly on her cheeks, forcing her

mouth to open.  With glazed eyes, Ivy saw a huge dick coming toward her.  She wanted to close

her mouth, but she was too simply too weak from the beating.  The dick entered her mouth as the

hand released her cheeks, but held the top of her head and the bottom of her chin.  The hands

then forced her to slide up and down on the man's dick until he exploded into her mouth.

     "Next," the man laughed as he pulled out of her mouth.  Without thinking, Ivy coughed

and spat his seed onto the deck.

     "SHIT!!  THE BITCH MESSED UP OUR CLEAN DECK!!" a few of the men shouted

in unison.

     "BITCH!" a man snarled as he kicked Ivy square in the gut. 

     "Mess up the deck and the next one will be worse!" another man snarled as he rammed

his dick into Ivy's mouth.  And like the man before him, he too shot his load into her mouth.

This time, the beaten woman reluctantly swallowed the vile seed and heard her stomach grumble

immediately afterward.  Ivy couldn't believe the humiliation, but it didn't stop until all the men

used her mouth.

     "The deck is still a mess," one member panted as he tucked his limp dick back into his

pants.

     "Hair equals mop," the man holding Ivy's head laughed as he bent the woman down onto

the deck and used her hair as a mop to collect the spilled sperm.  Ivy never felt so humiliated in

her life.  However, she was delighted when the man released her and informed her that she would

return to her cage.  Never had the cage seemed so inviting.

     Three days later, Ivy was on her knees slurping the dick in front of her before sliding it

back into her mouth.  Her lips clasped onto the cock like a suction.  Soon, her cheeks hollowed

and filled as she bobbed her head up and down on the man's dick.  Her hands reached up and

tickled his balls while her head bobbed up and down.  Ivy wasn't the best at sucking cock, but

she did throw herself into it thanks to all the pain that befall her if she disobeyed.  In fact, it was

the throbbing pain caused by the repeated beatings that made her comply with the men's sick

attentions.  Now, she serviced whomever with her mouth when asked except she often spat their

disgusting seed into the bucket of water that was almost always next to her for cleaning the deck.

     After about two weeks, Ivy was allowed to wash up.  The men allowed her to use a large

bathtub, which was created by using the parts of four large barrels.  This allowed Ivy to relax and

absorb the cleansing bubble suds into her pores.  She savored every second under the cleansing

warm water on her sore body.  Ivy felt the grime and abuse come off as she relaxed in the water.

The men allowed her a good thirty minutes in the water before they came into the room and

rushed her out of the tub.  They quickly dried her off and began to dress her as the woman did

nothing to resist.  Then it was onto the captain's quarters.

     "You have a visitor, captain," one of the crew members spoke through the closed doors.

     "Allow her to enter then," Cervantes replied as the door opened and the crew members

directed Ivy to enter.  The woman quietly entered the room and kept her eyes on the floor as the

door closed behind her.  Cervantes smiled as she saw the woman walk slowly toward him.  She

was dressed in a blue silk gown and her hair looked the same as the day she was taken aboard the

ship.  Ivy also had blue eyeliner covering her eyelashes and while red  lipstick covered her

mouth, which was kept painfully open by a black ring gag.  There was also a pair of gold hooped

earrings dangling from her ears and a black collar encircling her neck.  The woman's arms were

bound behind her back at her wrists and elbows while a pair of cold shackles encircled her

ankles.  "My, you look lovely tonight," Cervantes complimented the woman.  "I heard that my

men have been training you in the art of oral lovemaking.  I want to see how much you have

learned.  Thus, you will exhibit your skills tonight by pleasuring me.  If you do a good job, I will

make sure that the night is a special one for you.  If you do not perform up to my standards, you

will be punished."

     Before Ivy could react, the man stripped off his pants, forced her to kneel, and positioned

his cock directly into her open mouth.  Ivy sighed as she closed her eyes.  Then, in total disgust,

she slowly stuck out of her tongue and lapped at the head of his cock.  The room filled with wet

sloshing noises as she painted the head with her saliva.  The gag prevented her from closing her

lips around his member so she began to turn her head from side to side as she licked the entire

length of his dick with her tongue.  She used slow wet strokes as she moved back and forth.

When her mouth was running dry, Ivy returned her head to the original position as Cervantes slid

his dick into her mouth.  She bobbed her head up and down as her tongue continued to lick the

man's dick.  She saw it grow and stiffen earlier when she was just licking the cock, but now she

could feel it slowly expand in her mouth.  Without the use of her hands, she was forced to just

pleasure his dick as it slowly increased its size in her mouth.  Eventually, it filled her mouth as

her cheeks strained to accommodate.  Then Ivy felt the inevitable and that Cervantes was about

to explode.  So the woman tried to slid his dick out of her mouth, but she was too late.  The man

ejaculated a large load of his warm seed into her mouth causing Ivy to gag.  This caused the man

to pull out of her mouth more of sperm went into her mouth.  Once the dick was out, Ivy was

ready to spit.

     "Don't," Cervantes warned in a stern voice.  "Swallow it."  Ivy whimpered and almost

cried as she complied with the vile order.  The woman could feel her own trachea warm up as it

slid down her throat and into her belly.  "I am disappointed with your performance.  You

definitely need more training.  But first, a punishment is in order," the man spoke as he wiped his

dick all over her face before cleaning it in her hair.  Then he placed clapped his hands as some

crew members piled into the room.

     "Yes captain," the said in unison.

     "Ivy was quite the disappointment tonight.  Take her to the crew's quarters and make sure

she does better next time," the captain replied.

     "Should we put her in the cage?"

     "No.  She is to be trained and make sure she is stripped of her gown before you start.  A

worthless slut like her does not deserve such attire until she has earned it properly."

     "Yes captain," the men laughed as they grabbed Ivy.  The woman was no longer docile.

Instead, she screamed and struggled as they dragged back to the crew's quarters.  That night, she

was positioned in the center of the room as her gown was hung on a rack on the wall.  Then, the

crew members used her mouth, pussy, and ass as the gang bang began.  Ivy wasn't sure how

many cocks entered her body, but her body betrayed her by responding to them all.  And before

the night was out, Ivy was covered from head to toe in sperm while more sperm leaked from her

holes as the woman cried herself to sleep.





Chapter 5 - Total Surrender





     "You know, I don't want breakfast like this!  I want my milk from the source!" a gruff

crew member with a brown beard and mustache spoke as he slammed his fork and knife until the

table.  He then stood up and pinned a naked Ivy to the wall.  His hands gripped her tits as he bit

on her tit and nipple causing the woman to yelp loudly.

     "If he doesn't want his eggs and ham then I'm helping myself to it," another crew

member proclaimed as he grabbed the plate.  However, none of his fellow crew members paid

much attention to him.  Instead, their eyes were concentrated on what was happening to Ivy off to

the side.

     The gruff man with facial hair was feasting on Ivy's left breast.  He gnawed at her tit

flesh, biting and sucking on them as if he were marking her for life.  As he mauled the breast, Ivy

did nothing to resist.  Instead, she simply moaned and panted for breath while her hands held the

back of the man's head.  Part of this was due to the fact that she had spent the last several weeks

as nothing more than a maid and sex slave.  During that time, she was forced to clean the deck

and cook their meals.  Regardless of what the task was, crew members often groped or fondled

her nude body.  In fact, the woman hadn't worn a single article of clothing since Cervantes

banished her to the crew's quarters.  At first, the woman resisted, but her resistance faltered as

time went by.  Slowly, she resigned to her fate and allowed the men to have their way with her.

Especially, since it was far better to submit than receive a beating.  Besides,  her body betrayed

her and reacted to the men's sick attentions every time.  In fact, the woman was dripping wet as

she slowly wrapped her legs around the man.

     "Stop biting her tits!" another crew member yelled.

     "Yea!  She still has to clean the dishes and then deck!  If she misses another minute,

she'll be behind schedule and then we'll have to do it or she won't make the last appointment,"

another man warned.

     "Damn it!" the gruff man snarled as he released Ivy, who quickly collected herself and

began to collect the used dishes as the men pinched, groped, and slapped her naked body as she

passed by them.

     A few minutes later, Ivy was busy washing the plates over a makeshift sink.  In reality, it

was a huge tub that had drain in the middle.  Currently, the drain was plugged, which meant that

Ivy could wash the dishes without running out of water.  However, it also meant that the grime

would remain in the sink.  Luckily for her, the crew members weren't picky about cleanliness.

So as Ivy washed the dishes, the crew members that had finished their meals headed to the deck

to do their own chores, leaving a few behind, but not before each one gave Ivy a swat on the ass

before they went topside.  The stragglers would finish their meals and dump their own plates into

the sink.  Since there wasn't a line, some would fondle a breast before slapping her ass.  By the

time, all the crew members were gone and the dishes done, Ivy's ass was red and sore.

     The rest of the day was spent cleaning the deck of the ship.  The woman had to scrub the

deck clean.  It was a dirty job that the men left for her to do.  And as she did it, the men would

often used her.  Ivy was use to the treatment and went about her business, just hoping that the day

would end as soon as possible.  At first, it took her forever to finish scrubbing the deck, but she

had been doing the task for weeks and developed her own system.  Although a crew member or

two would screw up her system, she was still able to finish the task in the allotted time, which

was a good thing too.  Her next task would be the preparation of dinner.  Luckily for her, some of

the crew members would peel potatoes and start a stew, so Ivy wouldn't have to do it from

scratch, but she still had to prepare the meal and serve it.  Once she was done with preparation, a

handful of crew members would then escort her to the deck again.  There, Ivy would raise her

hands above her head and stand perfectly still as the men doused her with water.  Then she would

kneel on all fours and allow the men to use homemade pan scrubbers on her.  Some of the

scrubbers were made of cotton while others were made harsher material that resembled more of a

scouring pad.  Of course, the men would whistled and talk about her body.  Regardless of what

they used or said, she never resisted.

     "Ohhhhhh!!" Ivy moaned as she felt one of the crew members grind the harsh scrubber

against her pussy lips.

     "Easy there mate.  We don't want her to climax.  We would have to start all over and that

would put us behind schedule," one of the men warned.

     "Yea!  She has a special night tonight.  We don't want to mess this up," another chimed

in.

     "I forgot," the man working her pussy apologized as he tossed his scrubber to the ground

and grabbed a cotton one before returning to work.

     Ivy sighed as she felt the softer material brush against her body.  She noticed that the crew

members were taking extra care working on her body tonight.  They often alternated in cleaning

styles.  If they took their time and used the softer, gentler material, it meant she was going to

spend her night with the captain.  If it was the crueler and harsher items, it meant she would

spend the night with the crew in belly of the ship.  Although, Ivy had no love lost for either place,

she did prefer the captain over the crew.  In fact, the woman had often tried to plot a way to

secure her place by the captain instead of the crew.  She knew what the captain wanted and she

tried desperately to accommodate.  However, by the end of the night, she would often spend days

with the crew before getting another shot.  Thus, when the men made her stand and wrapped a

large towel around her, the woman had already hatched a plan for the evening.

     Once the towel was in place, she led back down, where she was allowed to eat in peace

and quiet.  When she was done, the crew members cleaned her plate while others escorted her to

a special room that was made just for her.  There was makeup table, mirrors, and standing closet

for some outfits that were all plundered from various villages.  Quickly, the men brought her to

the room where they took the towel from her and began to prepare her.  Just like before, the

woman made no effort to resist as they oiled up her body, applied the makeup, and dressed her.

All Ivy cared about was the next event of her schedule and this time, she vowed that her plan

would succeed.

     Ten minutes later, Cervantes looked at the figure in the doorway of his cabin with glee.

Blue eyeliner covered her eyelashes and red lipstick covered her mouth while gold hooped

earrings dangled from her ears.  The men were only able to give this type of look.  In fact, they

were men, but Cervantes didn't mind.  It added to their training sessions.  The men were able to

give her varying colors for the gown like green, red, blue, white, and black, but they couldn't do

much for the makeup and they only had one black collar that was always around Ivy's neck

during her visits to the captain.  "I've heard that you danced for the crew a few nights ago.  You

showed such poise and skill that many of them fainted with excitement.  I don't remember

teaching you anything like that," the man spoke from his bed.

     "I hope the captain doesn't mind.  You have taught me to use my body to please men.

Thus, I thought it was only a natural progression to dance," Ivy spoke respectfully.

     "Close the door and show me what you did," Cervantes ordered as Ivy nodded and

quickly closed the door behind her.  The man then watch the saucy vixen saunter to the front of

the bed.  There, she slowly placed her left hand on her left hip and began to twirl ever so slowly

as she moved her hips and spun her right arm in the air.  She continued to slowly spin as she

lowered her right arm and began to push the gown closer to the edge of her shoulders.  Soon, she

moved her left arm and began to push the other side of the gown as she stopped turning and faced

the captain.  Her hands slowly moved the gown inch by inch past her shoulders.  Then in total

contrast, she released the gown and it fell rapidly to the floor, revealing her oily nude body to the

captain.  Ivy then turned, spread her legs and leaned forward, keeping her legs upright, so

Cervantes could clearly see her oiled up sex.

     Cervantes watched in silent glee.  When he first started to train Ivy in the art of satisfying

men, she was very feisty and very obstinate.  However, Ivy would participate more after being

beaten and tortured.  To avoid more beatings and torture at the captain's hands, Ivy did what she

did on the deck; she slowly relented.  And when she didn't satisfy the man, she was sent back to

the crew to be tortured and abused.  The first time, it was only a day.  The second time meant two

days.  And eventually, he purposely made it longer and longer as Ivy yearned to be able to visit

him so she could avoid the men.  Cervantes soon learned that when motivated, Ivy was an

extraordinary fast learner.  She quickly mastered the technique of oral sex and by the fourth

session, she was able to stiffen him quickly and pleasure him like a pro.  Then came dancing and

fucking.  In his mind, it was time she proved that she could use her body to excite a man or it was

back to the crew for an entire month.

     In front of Cervantes, Ivy was still dancing.  The woman was no longer bent at waist with

her ass perfectly in view.  Instead, she was facing him, leaning back and rolling her stomach

while licking her fingers clean of her own juices.  She had stuck them into her sex and pumped

them in and out when she was bent forward earlier.  Once her fingers were clean, she grasped her

own tits, and began to squeeze and fondle them.  She even pushed them up where she licked

them with a wry smile on her face.  The woman then slowly walked toward the bed where the

captain laid waiting, beckoning her with his finger as he tossed the covers and revealed his nude

body.

     Soon, Ivy was on all fours between the captain's legs, busily kissing and lapping at the

head of his cock.  She then licked the entire length of his member even kissing and nuzzling his

balls before she pressed her body against the bed.  Her hands then cupped his balls and the base

of his cock as she wrapped her lips around his meat.  The woman then began to bob her head up

and down while her eyes locked onto his, hoping that he would be pleased.  Ivy then happily

continued sucking the man's member when she felt his hand patting the top of her head.

However, she had to stop when the head went below her chin and slowly lifted her head.  Ivy

hoped that she hadn't done something wrong, but was elated when the man began to direct her

head forward.  The woman's body slowly followed and when the hand stopped, her head was

over his chest and his lower body was right over his cock.  Instantly, Ivy knew what to do.

     The white haired woman raised her lower body slightly and slid her pussy lips against the

man's cock until it parted them and slowly entered her while her hands gripped her shoulders.

Then just as slowly, the woman began to sit up as her hands slowly slid across his chest, heading

toward his stomach.  Once her hands got to his hips, she raised herself up and began to ride his

member.  The woman cooed and purred as she reached down and held his wrists while pulling

his hands toward her.  She placed his right hand on her breasts and his left hand on her hip.

Soon, Cervantes was sliding his hand up and down between her sweaty tits while his left hand

pulled her down even more.  Eventually, Ivy increased her pace, making Cervantes grip her hips

just to hang on.  The woman soon leaned back and rested on her hands as she kept increasing her

pace.  Ivy could feel herself on the brink, but resisted it over and over again, hoping that

Cervantes would climax first.  And that he did.  His dick exploded and right on cue, the woman

climaxed as well, becoming perpendicular to his body as she howled in ecstasy.  Her vaginal

muscles grasped his dick like a vice as she shook and gyrated, sucking all his sperm that his dick

could release.  When it was all over, she fell on top of him and left small kisses on his chest.

     "You may sleep here tonight," Cervantes spoke as he brushed her wet hair from her face.

     "Thank you, Captain Cervantes," Ivy replied as she pressed her sweaty tits against him

and closed her eyes.  Cervantes was pleased.  He knew that Ivy was close to breaking.  And soon,

she would be broken completely.

     Two weeks later, Ivy came into the captain's room, totally nude.  She entered and

immediately bowed like a servant.  Her head was so low that her nose touched the floor while her

butt was raised in the air.  Cervantes smiled as he saw the perfectly round shape of her ass

shining in the moonlight.  "I am here, father," Ivy spoke softly as she used the title that he had

instructed her to use.

     "Come here," Cervantes ordered as the woman walked over and kneeled.  He petted her

head as if she were his favorite dog.  "I have a surprise for you," the man spoke as he gestured

toward the bed.

     "A surprise, father?" Ivy inquired.

     Cervantes stood and picked up an outfit from the bed causing Ivy to gasp.  The outfit was

a variation of her former battle dress.  "You will wear this from this day forth as one of my

warriors.  I suggest you put it on," he spoke to her as he pointed to a door.  Ivy nodded and took

the outfit and marched into the adjacent room to dress.  Cervantes knew that he didn't have to

keep her in bondage or anything else since she was docile to his wishes now.  Thus, he waited

patiently for her return.

     He didn't have to wait long as Ivy soon came out wearing her new outfit.  Cervantes

smiled as he saw her wearing a black corset that narrowed her waist to a slim eighteen inches

while it pushed her firm young breasts up to form a deep cleavage.  Her arms were covered with

black leather gloves that extended over her forearms.  She wore fishnet stockings over her legs

and black boots with six inch heels that covered them to mid-thigh.  A black collar with the

insignia of a skull was wrapped around her neck.  The bottom of her face, from the nose

downward, was covered with a black scarf that had a zipper over her mouth.  A smiling

Cervantes approached her and unzipped the scarf.  Ivy then wrapped her arms around his neck

and pulled his head into hers.  Then, with expert skill, she extended her tongue into his mouth

and kissed him hard.  They kissed for a good minute before he released her and she bowed at his

feet once more.  "Stand up and follow me," he ordered.

     "Yes father," Ivy replied as she stood.  The man then took her by the hand and lead her to

back of the ship, away from his cabin and away from the crew's quarters.  It was his own vault

that he used to store his stolen treasure.  Among the many gold coins and trophies, he selected a

special sword from his collection and then he handed it too her.  Ivy took the sword in her hands

and it felt quite familiar to her.  Suddenly she realized that this sword had been hers before her

capture, this sword was her beloved snake blade, Valentine!

     "Do you like?" Cervantes asked.

     Ivy didn't reply as she stared at the sword.  Suddenly, her mind was flooded with images

and thoughts.  She remembered Nightmare, Taki, and Soul Edge as it squeezed her body.  Then

she realized the truth that she wasn't on a ship at all.  Neither Cervantes nor the ship was real!

She was trapped in an illusion and it was all the Soul Edge's fault!  She didn't say anything as

she tried to fathom how everything came to be.  She had to find a way home and out of the

illusion.  But how?  Eventually, Ivy came to conclusion that she had to force Cervantes to tell

her.  Turning the sword on the man, an enraged Ivy growled, "Release me!"

     "Release you?"

     "Release me and tell me where I am!" Ivy snarled.

     "You're home with your master, where you belong," Cervantes smiled.

     "LIAR!" Ivy screamed angrily as she dove towards him with her sword.  However, the

blade never made contact as the man simply disappeared.  In fact, the whole ship disappeared as

well as everything on and in it.  Finding herself circling a black void with nothing but her sword

to protect her, Ivy suddenly feels a deep dread within her heart.

     "Ivy," a faint voice spoke.

     Ivy turns and sees no one, but continues to hear her name being called out.  The voice

gets louder and darker.  Closer and closer, the voice approaches her.  "Who is it?  Come out!  I'm

not afraid of you!" she shouted.

     "Of course not," the voice replied.  "You should never be afraid of your owner."

     "Nobody owns me!"

     "But I do," the voice spoke as the Soul Edge appeared in front of her, dangling in mid-air.

     "You!?  How?"

     "You may have experienced months on a slave ship, but it's only been a few minutes in

the real world," the Soul Edge replied evilly.  "I hope you learned all those lessons well because

you are under my command now and you will do whatever I desire for it’s your duty to perform."

     "I will not!"

     "Isn't that what you said to Cervantes?  Yet, you did serve him and even called him your

father," the sword laughed.

     "Don't mock me!  It was all an illusion!"

     "Yes, but you did serve him."

     "I will never serve you in an illusion or in the real world!  I will destroy you!" Ivy snarled as

she tightened her grip on her sword and prepared to strike.

     "I suppose I could always use another," the sword sighed as a nude Taki appeared.

Suddenly, everything that Ivy experienced was given to Taki.  The white haired woman saw the

female ninja abused by the crew and the captain.  She saw the training and torture.  Ivy called out

to her friend repeatedly, telling her to be strong, but Taki didn't hear her.  Instead, the captain and

crew members did and they would turn and wink from time to time.  Ivy sobbed as she watched

as her friend was abused and humiliated.  Worse yet, the woman eventually asked to be

humiliated and used.  Then it happened, Taki submitted. 

     "Thank you, father," Taki spoke as she wore an identical outfit to Ivy's.  She then took

the sword , Valentine, from Cervantes.  Unlike Ivy where she had her epiphany, Taki knelt before

the man and began to devour his dick, pumping it in and out of her mouth.  Soon, Taki's lips

were covered in sperm as she drank down the rest.  With a huge smile on her face, the woman

hopped onto a table and pushed all the gold aside as Cervantes undid the zipper that covered her

crotch.  Within seconds, he was pumping his meat into her as she begged him to fuck her.  Then

various crew members entered and began to molest her body.  Soon, Taki's cries were soon

silenced as a crew member rammed his dick into her mouth.

     "Looks like your friend will be more than happy to serve me," the sword laughed evilly.

     "Let her go," Ivy spoke as her voice wavered.

     "Let her go?  I don't think so.  I need a new servant now that Nightmare is dead.  Taki

will have to do."

     "No.  Taki didn't do anything wrong.  It was I.  I am the one that killed Nightmare.  Take

me."

     "Why should I?  You already told me that you don't serve me.  And yet, Taki is very

willing.  And her giant tits are just as nice as yours."

     "Please . . . she is a friend!" Ivy begged.

     "Ah begging.  It does become you."

     "Please . . . let her . . . let her go . . ." Ivy pleaded as she fell to her knees.

     "Do you vow to serve me and obey all my commands?"

     Ivy wanted to tell the evil sword to go to hell.  She had spent most of her life trying to

hunt it down and destroy it.  Yet, she was now kneeling before it as it dangled in front of her.  All

she had to do was stand up and attack it with her sword, Valentine, and there was no doubt that

the Soul Edge would be no more.  However, she didn't know what would happen to Taki.  She

wasn't sure if she would be free, but an enslaved Taki would disappear with the illusion.  Thus,

she took a deep breath before she replied.  "I will, but I want to know what will happen to Taki,"

she spoke as her eyes were staring at the floor.

     "I will release her from the illusion.  However, if you backout now, I will send her to a

world where she will be treated like the whore that she is for the rest of eternity.  So vow that you

are mine to command now and that you will fulfill whatever wish I desire," the sword replied.

     "Then I vow to serve you, the Soul Edge, and I vow to obey your every command," the

woman replied, choking back the tears.  The black void then turned to light as Ivy remained in a

circle of blackness.  Lightning crackled as the blackness seeped into her soul.  She could feel the

evil flowing through her body.  As her body was engulfed by the blackness, she glanced over at

Taki and anger seeped into her mind.  Ivy now blamed Taki for her predicament.  The friendship

that made her agree to the Soul Edge deal had dissipated.  However, a last glimmer of light

flowed through Ivy's mind as she tried to hold on.

     "You agreed to this," the Soul Edge reminded the woman.

     Then with a last gasp, Ivy relented.  The last glimmer of light disappeared as she

screamed and dropped Valentine to the ground.  Then her eyes glowed red as she felt only hatred

and contempt for the female ninja.  "You shall pay for trying to destroy my master," Ivy snarled

as she glanced at Taki before both of them were engulfed by darkness.





                             *****



Epilogue





     Ivy stood on the deck of a large pirate ship, dressed in the same outfit as the one she wore

in the illusion created by the Soul Edge.  She watched the large plumes of black smoke blacken

the sky and poured darkness over the town.  The white haired woman turned her attention to the

bloody water that surrounded the ship.  She saw the broken wood, the oars, and the bodies

floating in the water.  The battle for dock wasn't much of a battle, but it definitely took longer

than the one for the town.  Suddenly, a thunderous explosion was emitted from the town square

as town created its own light in the form of a wild blazing fire.  Soon, various parts of the town

burned to the ground as the buildings crumpled much like the opposition on the waterway earlier.

Ivy turned her attention back to the town and sighed.  The woman wished she was the one razing.

However, it was not her turn.  Thus, she simply waited on the ship.

     With a few minutes, a horde of rabbled crew members boarded the ship carrying

screaming maidens and pilfered booty.  Some of the crew members acknowledged Ivy while

others simply went below decks.  Ivy didn't really care if they acknowledged her or not.  This

was the eighth crew that she had to enlist for the ship.  The woman knew full well that it would

only be a matter of time before Cervantes killed them and collected their souls for her master, the

Soul Edge.  For it was the Soul Edge that made her seek Cervantes in the first place.  Sure, the

captain was a bit suspicious at first, but when Ivy presented the Soul Edge to Cervantes, the

captain readily accepted her.  Now, both father and daughter sailed the high seas looking for

towns to plunder and souls to snatch for the sword.  And if it wasn't for the size of the ship, Ivy

would be content without a crew, but someone had to fix the sails and it wasn't going to be her.

Thus, she often did the recruiting after each slaughter with a little help of course.

     "Ahoy there, daughter!  I am back from hunt!" Cervantes yelled as leapt off a stolen

wagon filled with assorted items. 

     "Welcome back, father," Ivy spoke as she waved her hand.  A few more crew members

boarded the ship and went to their quarters as a few more began to stroll onto the deck, heading

toward the ship.  "What did you get?"

     "A few paintings, gold, and liquor!" the captain laughed as he glanced at all the stolen

goods still inside the wagon. With a loud snarl, Cervantes sliced both horses' heads off with the

Soul Edge.  "You have five minutes to unload this wagon or you'll end up like the horses!"

Cervantes snarled as various crew members still on the dock dropped their own items and began

to unload the wagon for their captain.  This allowed Cervantes to board the ship.

     "Did you have fun?" Ivy asked.

     "Ay!" Cervantes replied as Ivy smiled.  The white haired woman didn't even hear what

the man said.  Instead, she was listening to what the Soul Edge was telling her.

     "A man brought a special iron chest to the ship not long ago.  Is it stored in the

chambers?" the Soul Edge inquired.

     "Father, a man brought back an iron chest some time ago.  I had him put it down inside

your room.  Do you want to see?" Ivy asked.

     "Why not," the captain spoke as he glanced at the crew members loading his items onto

the deck.  "They're almost done anyway."

     Ivy smiled as she led her father into his room.  In the center of the room was a wooden

pole that went from the floor all the way to the ceiling.  The pole wasn't used to ensure that room

was stabilized.  Instead, the pole was used to keep someone in place and that person was Taki.

The female ninja's back was pressed tightly against the pole as her hands were pulled back and

tied around the pole.  Various ropes also went across the top of her breasts and below her breasts

as well as between her breasts.  Not only did the ropes ensure that the woman was secured, but it

also forced her tits to stick out.  Ivy went over to the prisoner and undid two knots as three cords

of rope hit the ground.  The three cords were only used to keep Taki secure her hands and to

connect the various ropes around her breasts to the pole.  So without those three cords, her tits

were still bound, but her hands were free.

     The female ninja quickly crawled on all fours to Cervantes.  She then knelt in front of

him as she undid his pants.  Taki waited for the man to drop his pants and step out of them before

she started to lick the head of his member.  Within seconds, the woman placed both her hands on

his thigh as she plastered her face against his body while taking his entire dick into her mouth.

She then waited for him to pat her head before she pistoned her head with his cock in her mouth.

Soon the room was filled with slurping and gargling noises.

     Ivy watched for a few seconds as Taki's long disheveled black hair that now stretched to

her ass and hid many of the angry red whip marks across her back.  The white haired woman

smiled and continued to watch Taki service Cervantes.  It didn't take long for the man to shoot

his load into Taki's mouth.  And when he did, both hands gripped the back of her head and

pushed her toward him.  The female ninja quickly swallowed again and again hoping that the

man would release her so she could breath again.  With a huge smile, Ivy strolled over to the iron

chest and moved it toward the pair.  Ivy then picked up the Soul Edge and stood next to her

father.  "Open the chest, slut!" Ivy snarled at Taki.

     Cervantes released a panting Taki, who quickly undid the latches around the chest.  Then

she pressed a small button on the lock.  Within seconds, the chest sprung open revealing a shiny

blade.  "Behold father, the Soul Calibur!" Ivy smiled.  "We are now in possession of both swords

and as you can see there are remnants of the old Soul Edge inside the chest, next to the sword."

     "Bah!  Who cares!" Cervantes snarled.

     "You hope to use my pieces to corrupt the Soul Calibur.  What a sneaky little minx you

are, Ivy.  You master is proud of you.  Soon, I will be able to collect even more souls thanks to a

corrupted Soul Calibur!" the Soul Edge's voice laughed maniacally in Ivy's head.  However, it

wasn't just in Ivy's head.  The evil sword purposely allowed Taki to hear all of it.

     "Does the little slut slave want to grab the sword?" Ivy laughed as she saw Taki react to

the Soul Edge's words.  The female ninja was looking directly at the Soul Edge.  She quickly

turned to the Soul Calibur.  Her hand was just inches away.  All she had to do was to reach down,

grab the sword, and pierce it through the Soul Edge.  Then the nightmare would be over.  "Are

you going to grab the sword?" Ivy asked as she loomed over the female ninja.

     Taki wanted to reach for the Soul Calibur.  Every nerve, muscle, and cell was ready to

move if she wanted to.  Her fingers even gripped the chest.  All she had to do was to open her

hand, stick them inside the chest, grab the sword, and stab the Soul Edge with it.  The scenario

ran through her mind over and over again.  Yet, her body was unable to move to start it.  Then

with a heavy sigh, Taki closed her eyes and shook her head.

     "Boring!  It's time for a celebration!  Time to fuck!" Cervantes laughed as he picked up

Taki and kicked the chest closed.

     "Wait father," Ivy spoke as she walked up to Taki and pulled a large dildo from the

woman's sex.  "Now you may begin.  Do you mind if I join you?"

     "By all means," the captain laughed as he threw Taki onto the bed.  Within seconds, the

man had disrobed and quickly rammed his meat inside her.  He pulled her close as she wrapped

her arms and legs around him.  The man was soon pumping his manhood in and out of the

woman as Taki moaned loudly in response.

     Ivy disrobed and placed a belt around her hips.  She then secured the dildo to the belt and

placed the Soul Edge on the flat headboard, just inches from Taki's head.  With that done, Ivy

got into position behind Taki.  Much like her father, it only took Ivy a few seconds to ram the

dildo into the female ninja's ass.

     The trio continued to fuck as the Soul Edge beamed the same illusion into the women's

heads.  The illusion had Taki being impregnated by Cervantes.  Again and again, the woman was

impregnated until she finally bore a son.  Once the son was born, Ivy rammed the Soul Edge

through Cervantes killing him.  The woman then raised the boy and trained him how to use both

the Soul Edge and the Soul Calibur.  And when the son was old enough, he went on a rampage,

killing and collecting souls while an elated Ivy watched while a broken Taki licked her cunt as

her own daughters spat at her.  Both women looked barely a day older than they were now, living

an extra long life thanks to the Soul Edge.  Worse yet, Taki knew it was only going to be a matter

of time before it came true and it was all because she couldn't reach for the Soul Calibur when

she had the chance.  The sword had already claimed Ivy's soul.  And although, the Soul Edge did

not kill her, the sword had already collected her soul and it was going to be in torment for all

eternity.



                             The End