A Dog's Dinner.

Murder arrived after about ten minutes or so, I estimated. It was a little hard to tell really, being under a table and all bundled up in my dog outfit. I spent most of the time trying to get comfortable, I couldn't sit down properly because there was a giant butt plug stuffed up my ass.

The mess hall had started to fill up by the time he arrived. Sitting down, he peered under the table at me.

"Ah, there's a good doggy," he said. "Come here girl." He patted his knee, and I crawled over to him, like an obedient bitch.

He stroked my hair for a minute, while I rested my head on his knee. Then he pulled his chair closer and unzipped himself.

This I had been expecting, so I set about giving him a blowjob, as I now knew it was called, whilst he ate and drank and chatted to his lieutenants. I'm fairly sure they were aware of what was happening, they were right next to him after all, but no one said anything that I could hear. It was all a bit surreal.

It didn't take very long for Murder to pause his chewing and started panting heavily, and, sure as eggs is eggs, as they say, I was soon 'enjoying' a dessert of captain's semen. As I'd been taught, I kept the foul stuff in my mouth until he patted my head and gave me permission to swallow. I then had to lick clean his cock before he put it away again, much to my relief.

I needed to get rid of the taste, but I didn't dare say anything, so I picked the grog bowl up in my mouth, not an easy task, especially in a dog mask, and nudged his leg with it.

"What is it girl? You want something? Oh, you're thirsty. Here you go then." He poured some of his drink into my bowl, which I'd put back on the floor.

Spilling some of it, I nudged it away from him a bit, and then, not daring to pick it up in case he saw, lapped at it until the taste of cum had been overwhelmed.

Then, with nothing much else to do, I lay down and simply listened to the talk around me.

My old Intelligence teacher, Ms. Hersham, had said that all information should be gathered and recorded, as you never knew when it would be useful, so that's what I did now. I listened to what the captain and his cronies were talking about, as best I could.

Most of their conversation didn't really make sense to me, not having any real context for it, but, as the meal went on, talk turned to promoting someone named 'Old Will.' Apparently one of the men I'd killed when they took me was of some rank or other. This was slightly more interesting to me, as I'd not considered the pirate command structure, other than the captain, and his immediate reports.

Anyway, there was some debate about whether Old Will should be promoted, or someone called John. In the end they decided on Old Will, and the captain stood up to announce this.

Mildly interested in seeing who this Old John was, I crawled over to one of the holes in the tablecloth and peered out as the captain started to speak.

Apparently the decision to promote this Will person was contentious, as there were as many boos as cheers when it was announced.

A slightly older man, fairly thin, wearing a striped shirt and ragged breeches, stood up. He had thinning grey hair, and carried a well worn rapier on one side of his belt, and a pistol on the other side. This, it seemed, was Old Will.

He started to accept his new role, and thank the captain for it, when he was interrupted by a younger fellow.

The newcomer wasn't a happy bunny, and said so in quite strong terms. This, I deduced, was John. John was quite the burly figure. He only carried a sword that I could see, although he was wearing a dark jacket, so a gun could have been under that.

The argument became quite heated, until, finally John decided to take Steps. "I wish to challenge!" he shouted.

Immediately the room quietened down. I perked up. This was interesting.

"Go on," I heard Captain Murder say.

"I challenge Old Will for his position, as is my right, and as laid down in the company rules."

"Challenge has been called," Murder said. "Old Will, what do you say to this?"

"I accept," Old Will replied. "To be settled by swordplay, this very minute." He didn't seem surprised at the challenge, or indeed upset. I raised an eyebrow.

In any case, this was met by a good deal of cheering from the rest of the crew, many who had had more than a few tankards of grog by that time.

"Clear the space then," shouted Murder. "Let's get this done!"

I was a bit concerned that they would move my table, but I needn't have worried. The captain sat back down as the rest of the crew moved theirs, either out of the room, or just out of the way, to make an arena of sorts.

Whilst this was happening, Murder tapped his leg. "Dog, where are you?" he said.

I waddled over to him. Did he want another blow already?

It was even worse than that.

"I need a piss," he informed me, pulling his penis out once more. "Open your mouth, you're going to be my toilet."

I nearly shouted no to this, but I restrained myself just in time. If I objected, or even refused, no doubt there would be unpleasant consequences. Besides, it wasn't as if Nuba and I hadn't done some 'wet work' as she had once called it, so I guess this wasn't so different.

"Come on, don't make my angry," he said. "Open up."

I did as I was told. He pulled my head forward, and stuck his, thankfully not erect, cock into my mouth. After a moment, he sighed, and a flood of liquid began to flow.

Prepared though I was, I still spilled some, but managed, somehow, to catch up, and gulped down his urine as best I could.

It seemed to go on forever, and I was really beginning to struggle, plus, I'd drunk some grog as well, and my own bladder was pretty full already, without the contents of a grown man's adding to it.

Still, I managed to, just about, make it to the end. There was a minor puddle under Murder's chair, and I had pee leaking down my chin, but the mission was accomplished well enough.

He finished up, wiped his cock on my mask, and put himself away.

"Very good girl," he said, patting my head. He brought his other hand down, and I automatically opened my mouth as it came close. Something was popped in, and I found myself chewing on some steak.

"Good girl," he repeated, and let me go. I slid backwards, chewing on the delicious steak, but also groaning a bit. I really needed to pee now!

The fight was about to start it seemed, and I wanted to watch, but my bladder was really complaining. I didn't dare pee on the floor, so I squatted over my empty food bowl, and went in that instead. At least the hole in my costume was actually useful this time. The bowl didn't hold all of what I wanted to do, but it did relieve the pressure, and I was able to scoot over to the hole in the tablecloth just in time to see Old Will standing over the prone and bleeding form of his younger challenger.

"Yield," he said.

"I yield," John replied, and the older man nodded and put away his blade.

"The promotion goes to Old Will," shouted Murder, and there was a round of cheering.

After that, the crew began to wander out of the mess hall. Murder, without even peering under the table to check on me, left with his lieutenants. I frowned. What a bad master, not even checking on his pets!

With no further orders, still very uncomfortable, and somewhat drunk, I lay down on the floor and fell asleep.