Soul Calibur: Ivy's Suffering

By Night Creeper


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though I have tampered with some of the storylines and backgrounds established by Namco, they
are still owned by Namco. Any resemblance to actual people are coincidental and unintentional.
And remember, this story is used for entertainment and not profit. If it is illegal for you to read
something that only ADULTS should read, then go away!

Notes from the author: I would like to take the time to thank Green Body for his input in this
story. Basically, he supplied an outline and idea for the story, and I just expanded on it and wrote
the scenes accordingly, which made things rather easy. Also, although there wasn't an editor for
this story, he checked the time-line of the story, and made sure that it made sense.

Feel free to e-mail me with comments, criticisms, ideas, etc. Thanks and happy reading.

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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.

                             *****

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.


                             *****

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