Gravity worked against you and down you went, from the bosom of your captor to a... bathtub?
You had no time to question your destination, because you hit the water in no time, making a little splash as you sank underwater for a a few moments and desperately tried to surface again.
It took you several seconds of swimming up while holding your breath, but you managed to emerge from the water and gasped for air.
The water in this tub might as well be an ocean to you.
You rubbed the water out of your eyes and tried to look around, wondering what your unpredictable captor was up to. However, your world went underwater again as a literal tidal wave made its way to you, nearly drowning you.
Once more, you found yourself fighting against the water to surface, though you took notice of something sinking deeper while you swam higher.
And, when you finally surfaced again, your eyes met with a sight you'd never expect: Risky Boots, naked, sunken from neck down in the bathtub; the water was entirely covered in soapy bubbles, which covered Risky's privates quite well.
Curiously, the Pirate Queen still wore the bandana she had under her hat, and her long purple hair were free.
Of course, you registered those as secondary thoughts, because your mind was more focused on the maniacal smirk the pirate was giving you, though the two noticeable 'hills' just below were a good distraction, even if they were covered by bubbles.
"So? Nothing to say?" Risky teased,
"And here I thought men would do anything to get an opportunity like this."
She snickered after the last remark, causing you to blush.
"What do you want from me?" you asked, obviously uneasy around this dangerous giant,
"Shantae is going to-"
You couldn't finish because, quick as a snake, Risky's hand grabbed you from underwater and lifted you up.
"What did I say about saying the name of that brat?" she asked, giving you a painful squeeze that nearly made you cry; like her bosom, her hand was cold to the touch. The only difference was that this was a different kind of grip, one that could kill you.
"As for what you are here for, you're a pet," Risky began explaining,
"You're nothing but my belonging now, and the proof of my victory over that half-genie brat. But of course, you might also be useful for other things," she cooed in a false cheerful tone.
You didn't reply, having no intention to find out which 'things' you might be 'useful for'.
Little did you know that Risky couldn't care less and told you anyway.
"Like now! I do need to wash myself, and you're going to help that." she said.
"Wha-" you couldn't finish because the Pirate Queen dipped you in water, sliding the hand that held you into a pile of bubbles before bringing you to surface again.
And, before you could even catch your breath, Risky Boots brought you down once more, though this time not into the water, but back to her breasts.
She began sliding your body across her two twin 'moons', and it dawned on you what she meant earlier.
You tried to struggle to break free, but Risky's grip was far too strong for you, and she wasn't even trying.
Effortlessly, she rubbed you against her bosom, missing no inch of it, while you were smothered by her blue skin.
By the time she pulled you back, you were beyond dizzy, but she mercilessly dipped you underwater again before bringing you back up.
With water in your eyes, you couldn't see well, but felt something slightly pointy pushing against you.
You realized Risky was rubbing you against her nipples and blushed furiously, while she started to hum to herself as she rubbed you over her breasts, pulling back after one or two minutes to dip you once more.
The process was repeated each time Risky Boots decided to wash a new part of her with you.
She dipped you, then rubbed you up and down her armpits; she dipped you again and slid you back and forth along her long, slender legs; another dip and she rubbed the soles of her feet with you, moaning and snickering as she did.
Jeez, this woman knew no shame...
She eventually came to the point where she had rubbed you on each and every inch of her.
"You make a darn useful sponge," she told with yet another snicker,
"Though there is one missing spot I need to clean up..."
With that, Risky dipped you underwater again.
You saw where you were headed, and opened your mouth to scream, but all you managed was a bunch of bubbles escaping your mouth as the hand that has used you as a sponge throughout the whole bath carried you to that 'missing spot': Risky's crotch.
You uselessly tried to break free as the Pirate girl began rubbing you along her crotch, moaning ecstatically.
This went on for five, extenuating minutes before the pirate finally brought you back up and threw you aside in the tub.
You felt sick, and didn't know if it was because of the ride, the dark magic surrounding Risky Boots or the fact that this woman was simply so nasty that she resulted repulsive to you.
One thing was certain though: you sure hoped this marked the end of her bath time.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
