The Vengeful Tide Ch. 03

Sothshore stopped eating. "You want me to prepare you a ship and at least 100 men? Where are you going?" she asked. I chuckled at her question.

"It be better to ask 'where are we going', Sothshore. You and mother will be coming along with me," I told her. Both ladies were surprised at my statement. I could already see the uncertainty in my mother's eyes, but I swept those doubts away.

"Have no fear, mother. The medicine will make you well enough to travel. You'll also be taking it during the voyage so it won't matter whether you go or not, but I want you to go," I said to her.

My mother still seemed very unsure, but I knew that she would follow the directions I would point out. "This is about your contract with the Witch, right? You would still need plenty of trained men. You would need a doctor, a cartographer, a cook. You don't have either of those things. You also don't know the seas well. How do you plan to captain a ship without this knowledge?" she asked.

These were all valid questions to ask, but my mother failed to comprehend the truth depths of my abilities. "Do not fret, mother. I know the seas better than you think I do. As for the crew members, that's why I've left the selection to Sothshore. She is the best candidate to know anyone and everyone around this island. She can find what I need. Can't you, Ellen?" I asked. Before she answered, I raised my hands and laid them on her legs. I began rubbing them tenderly.

"It's not like you're giving me much of a choice. I already need to think about how much money I'll lose on this ridiculous voyage of yours. And, what is this talk of a Witch? Unless you two speak of the Witch of Draegnar, there are no other practitioners of the sorcery arts here...or at least I am led to believe," Ellen says while casting a glare upon me.

"Eric and I met with the Liara Ilzahold yesterday. He acquired supplies for my newest medication. It is even a surprise to me," Mother said.

Ellen Sothshore looked at me as if she had never seen me before in her entire life. It was no surprise why. Someone like me should not have been aware of the Witch of Draegnar outside of the circulating rumors and tales. Not only did I know of her, but I managed to purchase merchandise from the woman. Not too many people could say they had successfully done the same.

"You...how do you know about Ilzahold? No, how did you buy anything from her? Someone like you shouldn't even...ugh!" Ellen threw her head back and groaned when I pinched the nipple of her left breast.

"Someone like me? Don't get in over your head, Sothshore. Of course I know more than I'd ever let on. This be no different. Am I understood?" I asked her.

"Y-Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir!" She said to me.

I eased the pressure off her nipple, but my hands quickly found themselves busy fondling the glorious orbs that laid in front of me. I could not resist any longer. I touched Ellen's cheek and turned her head to face me. Then, without warning, I caught her lips in a kiss that let out a small gasp from my mother. Ellen attempted to wrestle control from me, but I quickly stopped her with a slap to her thighs. Each smack was harder than the last before she finally relented.

Her breath smelled of ale and hot fish, but that didn't stop me from dominating her mouth and wrestling with her tongue. I could feel her teeth's attempts to strike me, but my striking touch was enough to dissuade her. Dare I even say that she leaned into my embrace for more.

I broke our kiss and she stared at me. Her face was flushed with either pleasure or rage. I couldn't tell which. What I could tell was that my mother found our kitchen to be a nice viewing sight because that's where she was looking.

"It's rude to look away when a conversation is happening, mother," I teased.

"Eric, when did you become so brazen?" she asked me. If brazen is having your mother service your cock, then perhaps I was pretty brazen.

"It's a special trait, mother. Now Ellen, I know you're wondering how I know Liara Ilzahold. I don't mind you trying to figure it out. Ilzahold is most likely trying to figure out the same thing. In fact, I don't mind if you two pull your resources together and try to crack me. You both will have plenty of time to do so. She will be joining us on my voyage. Shall I tell you what might happen on this journey? Shall I tell you what she might see like she saw yesterday?" I asked the slut on my lap.

I reached my hands into her shirt and squeezed her firm, plump breasts. Ellen squirmed in my grasp, but I held strong against her. She didn't answer my question, but I could feel the heat rising in her lap against mine. I peered at my mother for but a moment. She was hopelessly trapped in a daze as the events of the past came to her. "Yesterday, she watched my mother, just like you sitting on my lap. She watched me strike my mother's bottom until it was ready and hot. She watched as my mother got on her knees and serviced my cock. Just imagine the debauchery that be laid out before you. Imagine, that you will be no different. The Witch of Draegnar will watch the mighty Ellen Sothshore worship my cock like its the last great treasure on this planet," I said.

Ellen panted. Her breath was short and rough. Her nipples jutted out against her clothing as she imagined the utter shame and humiliation of one of the most powerful forces not just on this island, but on this earth, watching her debase herself before a man though to be her lesser. Even now, my hands should not have been allowed to caress and pleasure this flesh like they were.

"Well, pleasure will have to come some other time. You still have punishments that must be dealt," I said. I stopped my movements. Ellen's eyes grew wide and the cloudy haze of pleasure started to leave her eyes. I effortlessly tossed her to the couch and stood up.

"Mother, give me the belt around your pants," I said. My mother looked at me unsuredly.

"It...it's the only thing keeping my pants up, Eric." she told me. I didn't answer her. Instead, I held out my hand expectantly.

My mother closed her eyes and stood to her feet. She then undid her belt and handed it to me. Her pants fell down without resistance. I bore view to her undergarments. She was already wearing the new things I had bought from today. Just looking at her creamy legs in those satin panties drove me wild with desire.

"Good. Now mother, help undress Ellen. She's been a bad slut that needs to be reminded of her place,"

I almost wish I didn't say that because now I had to deal with the sight of my mother undressing my slave. It was so erotic a display that my cock threatened to tear at my shorts. By the gods, the thought of them both servicing my cock was enough to nearly make me explode.

First, my mother started with Ellen's shirt. She undid each button slowly and pulled the sleeves off Ellen's shoulders. I had my first finest view of Sothshore's mountains. Such delicate white skin, and supple breasts that held a rather curious weight to them.

Mother then moved to Ellen's pants. She pulled those off revealing the black lace that the businesswoman was wearing. So sexy was it that I held up my hand. "That may stay," I said. Then, my mother stopped her assignment. She moved away from the couch. This left Ellen in only her lace. She tried to cover herself, but a crack of the belt stopped her movement.

"Move those hands any further up and I'll make your punishment longer. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"Good. Now bend over," I said. She quickly looked at the belt. She already knew what I was going to do, but she couldn't stop it. She could only get on all fours and face me with her ass in my face. I slowly ran the belt over her butt. I could feel her shiver from each touch.

I traced her body with the belt until I stood face to face with her. "Tell me, Ellen. You seem to have forgotten, but do you know who you belong to?" I asked her.

"You, Sir."

"And why is that?"

"Because I made a reckless bet, and now you own everything that I own," she said. I turned to my mother and she now seemed to understand why Sothshore was allowing me to get away with so much against her.

I kissed the top of Ellen's forehead. "Very good. Now, do you think that includes the Dead Tales, your tavern? Do you think that includes all your business and financial assets? Do you think that even includes the workers who thrive beneath your foot?"

"Yes, sir. They are all yours,"

I could hear the grit in Ellen's voice just to say these words to me, but slowly I could hear the flames of resistance dying away in her voice. Whether she knew it or not, her body and her mind were becoming mine as well.

"So do you think that anything which goes on in these places is above any order that I tell you?"

"No, sir."

"Then why didn't you come to my house by the time I had assigned to you?"

"Because I did not...don't respect your authority," she fired back to me. Yet, one sound of the belt and her fire was gone.

I slowly nodded my head and turned to my mother. "Tell me, mother. How many times should I strike Sothshore? Not only did she disobey my order, but she made us late for dinner, she stood against me when I told her we were leaving the tavern, and she dared spout curses at me. However, the worst of all of these, is that she did not call me 'Sir' during this time. What should be done?" I asked my mother.

My mother looked at Ellen and then at me. It be no secret that my mother does not like Ellen. In some ways perhaps Ellen didn't like my mother either. I didn't know why. I couldn't figure out the female mind even after so many years, but it was obvious that they both were aware of the gravity of the situation. I left Sothshore's fate in the hands of my mother. One of the strongest women in Draegnar had her fate decided by one of the weakest. Rather poetic if I do say so myself.

I waited for my mother to come to terms with this, but I did help her along a little. "If you can't think of anything, then I'll be more than happy to whip the lass until I be satisifed," I said.

"Thirty strikes, Eric. Would it be a lesser woman, I would ask for less. Sothshore can handle it. Because she disrespected you, she will remind herself that you...own her. You...are in charge of her life and mine. She has to be taught just like I was," My mother said.

Personally, I felt thirty was too little, but I didn't voice this. It wouldn't do me well to think I didn't value my mother's opinion. She was still my mother after all. "I see," I said.

"Very well. Ellen, I'm not going to spank you with my hand like last time. I'm going to use this belt. However, mother is going to count your strikes. You'd better hope she keeps count or I won't count it myself. At the end of each strike, you will say 'Forgive me, Master.' You will not address me as Sir. I am your Master. No more, no less. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

One cannot fathom the swelling ego that threatened to burst from my body upon hearing Ellen Sothshore speak those words. These words were a single blow to her pride and her resistance against me. I turned to my half-naked mother and nodded. "Alright, mother. Start counting," I said.

A heavy smack of leather on flesh fired through our house. I watched Ellen bite her lower lip in pain as my mother spoke. "One," she said.

"Forgive me, Master," Sothshore said to me.

SMACK!

"Two,"

"Forgive me, Master,"

I dare say that somewhere between tenth and fifteenth strike, Ellen's pussy was staining our couch with love juice. Her tears were just as apparent as the red marks on her ass. I could also tell that this was making my mother uncomfortable. I worried that I was perhaps pushing my mother too far in this act, but the sign of her discomfort came to me in the wet pair of panties she was wearing.

I paused for a moment to take this sight in. Ellen was heavily panting on my couch, her eyes appeared in a cloud of pleasure that had sent jolt after jolt of lightning through her body. Her arms covered her breasts, but I could see them pushing against her hardened nipples. They looked so puffed and swollen that they seemed to desire a man's mouth over them. I wanted to be that man. Each strike I had delivered her tits were stimulated by the tightness that her arms provided.

Sweat poured down from her forehead, and I could not resist walking over to her. I knelt before Ellen and grabbed her face to meet mine. "By the shores of Narvar. Sothshore, are you...enjoying this?" I asked her.

"Enjoying this? Why would I enjoy being mistreated and humiliated by the likes of you, Master? You think I enjoy being threatened and spanked like some pathetic child?! You think I...OOOOH!"

Sothshore arched back in both pain and pleasure when I inserted three fingers into her snatch. Seas below, it felt like an inferno. Pure walls of flesh and muscle were tightly gripping my fingers. I took them out and then shoved them back in. Each time I tickled her insides making her squirm and writhe in full view of my mother like a wanton slut.

"Oh really? You seem wetter than a sinking ship. Look at this. I struggle to even pull my fingers out you clench me so tightly. If you're honest with me, I may lessen your strikes. Are you enjoying this?" I asked her.

"You lecherous, poor, bastard, Master. I despise you more than my greatest enemies on all the realms! I despise you! I despise you! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"

"But, do you love what I do to you?" I asked. I did not stop my assault on her cunt. Her pussy only grew wetter and my couch was effectively flooded with the fruits of her coming orgasm. My house started to smell of her lust.

I turned to my mother. She was looking away from the play that I was conducting. However, I could see her arousal threatening to pierce her shirt as well. I could see her rub her thighs together as if she were trying to seek warmth from the cold. "What do you think, mother? Do you think Sothshore enjoys this?" I ask her.

"I wouldn't know, Eric," she replied to me.

It pained me to do it, but I pulled my sloppy fingers from Ellen's treasure cove and held them in front of my mother. She tried to look away, but I held her firmly. "You sure you wouldn't know? How about a taste then?" I ask.

Before my mother could refuse, I jabbed my fingers into her mouth. "Lick them clean, and tell me if this does or doesn't taste like a bitch in heat," I commanded.

My mother quickly got to work on sucking my fingers. She must have forgotten the objective of this night because she soon closed her eyes and started licking and swallowing my fingers as if she was trying to eat them. I felt her tongue worm through each finger and even on my thumb. Her hot breath tickled my skin and fired my crotch.

Soon, there was nothing left for her to suck, and I pulled my fingers out. "Well?" I asked. My mother looked at me embarrassed.

"She likes it very much. She's even hotter than a bitch in heat," my mother said to me.

Ellen couldn't believe the words that came out of my mother's lips. However, I could. "Well then, I'd better continue giving her what she wants." I said. A struck Ellen's bottom again. After some time of inaction, her body had started to cool. No doubt this strike was just as painful as the first.

"S-Seventeen," My mother said.

"Forgive me, Master,"

SMACK!

"Twenty-three,"

"Forgive me, Master,"

SMACK!

"Twenty-seven,"

"Forgive me, Master."

"Forgive me, Master,"

"FORGIVE ME, MASTER! FUUUUCK!"

After my last strike of the belt, I watch Ellen scream as an orgasm exploded through her body. Her juices rushed into the hair and hit me in the face. Her ass was covered with small welts that I knew would make sitting uncomfortable. She dropped to the couch and exhaled like she was gasping for air. Her body spasmed as if a rush of sugar had been released through her body. She looked completely drained. I now think that the toll of her stressful day, and my actions, had worked her over more than I thought.

I knelt next to her and brushed her hair. She must have been more tired than I thought because she leaned into my touch like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Worry not about the profit, Ellen. I will grant you greater riches than you ever dreamed of," I told her.

She didn't answer me. She just laid on the couch exhaling and basking in the euphoria that I had provided her. Though some might think otherwise, my goal was not to completely break Sothshore. Of course, I wanted her as my slut, and she would be, but I was attracted to that fiery woman who ruled the island. I wanted that more than anything.

I moved away from Ellen and sat in one of the chairs at the table.

"Mother, come,"

Without a word, my mother walked until she stood before me. I loved her vain attempts to pull her shirt over her soaked undergarments. "You did good just now, mother. Perhaps I should reward you. Does that fancy you? Should I reward my mother for following my instructions?" I asked.

My mother's pale face became red with embarrassment. I patted my legs prompting her to take a seat. "You've become something of a wiseass, Eric," My mother said. It made me laugh, but I noticed that she still turned her ass towards me and seated herself on me.

"Arrr fair wench, I be the wisest ass in the deep, blue seas. Any man be joyous to plunder such a fine booty as this one. So fallen beneath the sea that it still drips upon me clothes," I jest in the pirate speak that many non sea-goers assume I use. They aren't wrong. They are just a tad misguided.

I cleared my throat. My hands massaged my mother's warm thighs. She shifted uncomfortably. "When a captain gives his crew the chance for reward, it be their duty to take it wholeheartedly, mother. What be your reward?" I ask her.

"W-What...would you know...of the Captain's life?" She asked. Perhaps I should say huffed because her breath started to tickle my ears as her head rested on my shoulder. Unlike last time, her hands took a more active approach as she began feeling up and down my chest. She rubbed my body through my shirt while I tickled her sides.

"You still didn't answer my question, wench. What is your reward?" I asked her.

"I am not a wench, Eric!" My mother panted at me.

"Oh, but you are. You are my wench, mother. This body is mine. It's my little wench-mother's body. None may touch this, but I. Hmm, I think I have come up with a good reward for you. I bet like Sothshore, you'd like to cum as hard as you can over the floor. Just look at your pussy shiver. It stain my pants so easily. What a shameful slut you are, mother," I teased.

"I'm not...UGH!"

My mother threw her head back when I twisted one of her nipples between my fingers. "Oh, but you are. Not even two days ago, and you were ready to break my balls like walnuts. Now, here you sit, spilling your wanton juices over the leg of your son. You shameful slut," I said. I noticed her breath get hotter and her body get warmer each time I shamed her.

"Eric, I...,"

"Shhh, let me give my heavenly wench her reward," I said. I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and ripped her bra away. I latched my tongue onto her breasts like a newborn babe. My mother mewled as my hands got to work caressing her tits and massaging her clit. Her hands rested on my shoulder while her breath tickled the lobes of my eyes.

"Ahhh Eric. Oh fuck. UUUUGH! You...Haaaa,"

While my mother blessed me with her sweet music, I savored her plump melons like a savory dessert. My tongue rolled around her tits and I suckled on the fruits of her areolae. All while I did this, My right finger stuck into her cunt. I felt like I was scooping up pail after pail of love juice while I massaged the inner reaches of her pussy.

As I did this, my mother did something not even I was prepared for. With one of her hands, she reached into my pants and began stroking my hard cock. Her soft fingers wrapped around my hardness like a great viper. She then assaulted me without mercy.