Chapter 3

The port bustled with activity. Merchants argued with tax collectors. Venders haggled with customers. Slaves were busy loading and unloading goods into the ships. The merchant ships, filled primarily with goods from China and Persia, were heading west to Athens or south to Alexandria in Egypt. Only a few would likely have room for passengers. First she would have to locate the Port Master to find out which ships where heading towards Athens.

She strutted along the port towards the Port Masters office, enjoying the affect she was having on the dock activity. Work stopped and onlookers gawked in lust and disbelief of her beauty. Stunned silence and many hundreds of eyes followed her along the dock. Halfway down she came to the Port Master's office and entered. The Port Master was large burly man with weathered skin and dark greasy hair; he was counting the morning's port taxes when she entered. He looked up at her, blinked in disbelief and eventually spoke. "What business does a perty thing like you have in hole like this?" he asked in gruff voice.

"I am seeking passage to Athens," Kaia replied.

A depraved grin crossed his face as he looked her up and down taking in every curve of her luscious body. "Leav'n the island are we?" he inquired as he stood and walked toward the door. "There be many ships bound for Athens and for the right price," he chuckled while locking the door. "I can make sure you're on the safest ship."

Kaia narrowed her eyes in contempt. "The price," she stated, "is one gold coin to the Port Master and four to the captain of the ship."

"Aye," he replied, "but a delicate flower like yourself could get hurt. A taste of that sweet looking gash would guarantee your safety on these docks." He grabbed at her wrist to pull her towards him. With lightning speed Kaia parried his hand, grabbed his large thumb and twisted it around painfully, forcing him to his knees and his hand behind his back. She drew her dagger and with her other hand and placed the tip to his throat. He struggled until he felt the tip of her dagger poking into this neck. "Now, now my dear," he babbled, red faced and humiliated. "I meant noth'n by it. Twas a joke. One gold coin is the price of course."

"One gold coin?" she spat, "How about none and thank you for paying my passage." In a single motion she released his thumb and pushed him to the ground while cutting the cord to his coin purse and grabbing it. She was on top of him before he even hit the ground with her dagger poised to enter between the vertebrae on the back of his neck. Placing her knee painfully on his spine, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Now asshole, what is the fastest ship bound for Athens?"

"There is a ship docked on the north end of the dock. It has more then sixty rowers and room for one more passenger," he sputtered realizing he had been bested by this beauty, "They are bound for Athens."

"Thank you," she said, and then added as she kissed him on the cheek, "Ask next time and you might get lucky." She stood and returned outside to the dock, leaving the Port Master on the floor.

She walked up to the north end of the dock where a large beautifully crafted trireme ship sat docked. The slaves were loading the last of the goods into the cargo hold and taking their positions in the rowing berths. A man dressed in an elegant silk tunic with and sandals laced to his knees stood talking with a man marking a clay tablet, most likely the inventory of today's cargo. She approached him. "Are you the captain of this vessel?" she inquired.

Annoyed he turned to see who was interrupting his work. Upon seeing her all signs of irritation left his face. "Y-y-yes" he stammered, "how may I be of service my lady?"

"The Port Master was kind enough to arrange for passage to Athens," she stated.

"Did he?" smiled the man, somewhat regaining his composure. "Athens is our final destination. Our voyage shouldn't be more the two weeks."

"That is fine," she said, "what is your price for passage?"

"Price? I wouldn't think of it, especially from a delightful woman such as yourself," he answered.

"That is very kind of you, Sir," smiled Kaia.

"However," he continued thoughtfully, "There is only one private cabin on the ship and that is mine. The rest of the crew sleeps on the deck. You are more then welcome to share the cabin with me."

"Thank you, Sir," she said, "I accept your offer."

"Please, call me Theadous," he retorted trying to conceal his excitement at spending the next two weeks with this gorgeous woman, "go make yourself at home. We'll leave within the hour. If I can be of any assistance, let me know."

Kaia climbed the plank up to the deck. It was completely flat except for the berths on the side where the rowers sat and a set of steps leading down into the Captain Theadous' cabin. She descended the steps and entered. It was small with a bed against one wall and desk against the other, but it looked comfortable. She lay on the bed and relaxed suddenly realizing her arousal. She had awoken late from last nights ceremony and orgy. This morning's dealings had lent no time to service her now dampening pussy.

She took her golden wand, a shiver of anticipation rippling through her body, and rubbed it along the folds of her pussy lips. She lay down making herself as comfortable as she could without the benefit of additional pillows and spread her legs wide, placing one foot on the floor and propping the other on headboard of the bed. She teased her wet slit running the wand's length against her slippery pussy lips. Each time one of the protruding pearls rubbed her clit a jolt a pleasure coursed through her. Her free hand fondled and tweaked her nipples adding to her state ecstasy. The familiar blaze of lust and desire began to overtake her and she quivered with the need to climax. She plunged the wand deep into her sopping hole, fucking herself with deep steady strokes. She felt the heat in her loins rising and the energy of her approaching orgasm rising. She increased the rhythm of the wand, fucking herself at a powerful rate, at the same time attacking her clit with her fingers, rubbing it firmly. She closed her eyes and groaned in bliss. Her whole body was ablaze, fed by the firestorm in her pussy. With each thrust of the wand a shriek of delight escaped her lips until at last she passed the point of release. She let out a piercing scream as her orgasm crashed over her washing her away into a daze of pure enchantment. Her orgasm subsided leaving her warm and tingling then she drifted off into a pleasant slumber.

She awoke some time later but continued to lie with her eyes closed and smiling, recalling a pleasant dream she had involving herself with several men and women. Gradually she became aware of the sounds of soothing waves lapping at the side of the ship as they made their way through the Mediterranean. There was another sound she noticed, a sort of rubbing, sucking sound. She also realized that she was still in the same position as she was when she had finished masturbating with her legs spread wide and the tip of her wand still in contact with her pussy.

She opened her eyes. It was nearing dusk, the jewels in her wand sparkled despite the low light. Immediately she discovered the source of the sound she had heard. Captain Theadous had his tunic lifted up with a firm grip on his cock; his hand was a blur as he jerked his raging hard-on. She also noticed rivulets of spunk on her leg, belly and pussy, as well as the taste on her lips. The entire crew must have jerked off to the sight of her as she slept in such a provocative position, each taking a turn to cum on her. She didn't mind but would have preferred to participate. It seemed such a waste of cock and cum to jerk off on her while she slept. The captain was in such a state of rapture he didn't even notice Kaia had awakened until she spoke to him. "Stop," she said softly.