Ravished by the Pirates
By
Powerone
1
The Capture
The fight was over in less then ten minutes, the pirates adroit at surprise. They attacked just as dawn broke; their pirate ship silently sailed within feet of the larger vessel and quickly pulled along side, the pirates swinging by rope to the other ship. They caught the lookouts sleeping, probably bored with looking at the dark horizon for so long, comfortable in knowing that no one would attack one of the King of Spain’s ships. They failed to recognize the tenacity of Captain James. His hatred for the Spanish was undeniable; their ship in his waters was just too much to pass up. Although outnumbered in men and guns, his pirates fought with a savageness that surprised the sailors, some jumping overboard rather than fight the bloodthirsty pirates. In less then ten minutes, the dark wood of the deck was stained in the bright red of the blood of the Spanish sailors that stood and fought.
His men threw the bodies overboard, the splashing as they hit the water almost continuous. Final count, 75 sailors and five officers killed. Not bad for a crew of pirates numbering only forty. Ten of his men were killed or wounded severely; a trip back to Port Royal in Jamaica would be their next stop, a sail of about twenty days. There they would sell the treasures from this ship and the men would have a chance to spend their plunder in wine and women. They would have a long rest while Captain James re-supplied the ship with arms, provisions and men, his legendary prowess on the high sea would lure many eager to join his crew.
A search of the ship began in earnest now that the bodies had been disposed of. The ship was as quiet as a church, the eerie silence marred only by the waves lapping at the side of the ship. Captain James Bonny led the first party below decks. First Officer Stede maintained the rest of the men topside, their eyes peeled on the horizon to make sure no other ship might sneak up on them. Captain James led a party of ten men, their knives out, too close of quarters below ship for their cutlasses. They raided the Captain’s quarters, finding a safe left carelessly open filled with jewels and gold. The galley would supply them with rations back to Port Royal with the sort of food they rarely enjoyed, meat, wine and even fresh fruit. He sent one man up to the deck to bring a party down to haul away the spoils. They moved on to the living quarters, but the lowly sailors had little to steal. The door at the end opened up into a long hallway, the officer’s quarters. They stood quiet, the sound of whispering from the other end of the hall startling them. “It sounds like women,” one of the sailors whispered.
“Maybe our luck has changed for the better,” Captain James said quietly. “We will have some nice farmers daughters to warm our beds on the way home and make some money selling them in the slave market.” Once they returned to Port Royal women were quickly dispatched to the slave market, many sold to serve out the rest of their lives in whore houses, servicing those that wished to pay for the pleasure that their pussies, mouths and assholes would provide. He hoped they were young daughters instead of wives, virgins instead of mothers. His men would enjoy the ravishment of the girls, coercing them with the whip to perform whatever perversion his men could think of, each girl having to take on the whole crew in a continuous orgy. When the pirates tired of waiting their turns, they would take the girls at the same time, all of her orifices filled with the raging hard cocks of lustful pirates.
Captain James would get his pick of the lot, keeping her in his cabin to service his carnal needs, a locker filled with various toys and instruments of torture that he had picked up around the world to use on the lovely flesh of a female, her screams making his cock all that much harder.
They crept quietly toward the doors, each one picking one of the four closed doors, their large knives at the ready, and their hands on the door handle as the Captain counted. At the count of three they burst into the room, screaming at the top of their lungs, hoping to scare anyone inside.
The girls were startled by the pirates bursting into their rooms. They had hidden below deck when the fighting started, shivering in fear as they heard the screaming and yelling on the deck. Things turned quiet quickly, their eyes staring out the port holes as body after body was tossed overboard, the bloodied faces of the ships crew passing before them as they were dumped into their watery graves. Severed heads bobbed in the water before finally sinking from sight, some of the girls vomiting in disgust.
The pirates forced the girls into the narrow hallway, the girl’s jabbering in Spanish to each other as the men laughed at the distress that shone on their faces. A total of nine girls. Not farmers daughters, not even farmers mothers. These were different; they seemed to be handmaidens for a Lady, a Spanish Noblewoman. The Captain found her among them quickly. While the other girls had a frightened look on their faces, she stood proudly as if she were still in command, the haughty look staring at him in defiance.
They were all dressed regally, as if they were about to attend a formal ball, clothes out of place on a ship in the open sea. Their long dresses almost dragged on the deck of the ship, completely covering their legs, but the fabric of the dresses clung to their asses, molding the taut flesh into pert mounds that begged to be touched. But what drew the pirate’s attention were the bodices of the dresses. Eighteen pert, white breasts stood proudly, partially revealed by the dress, pushed up by unseen garments that seemed to thrust them into the eyes of the lookers, tips almost sharp enough to poke your eye out if you could get that close.
Large cocks bulged in the trousers of the pirates, none harder or longer than Captain James, who was known for his sexual prowess. And his prowess extended to the cruelty to female flesh that had the misfortune to be captured by his crew and thrown into his bed. For the next twenty days the ship would ring with the cries begging, sobbing and screaming as the girls endured the most horrific pain that the pirates could inflict, all with the express purpose of making their cocks hard. And then they would be ravished, each girl forced to watch as their friends were fucked one by one, cruelly and harshly in public view, their virginity taken without regard for the pain. In fact, the more painful the better. And not just their vaginas. But their mouths, forced to suck more cocks in a day then most girls would in a lifetime. And the final degradation, sodomized while her friends watched, large cocks filling their most intimate hole in a perverted act that tore their anus, the blood used to lubricate the cock of their pirate that had taken her.
For those that refused, the punishments were harsh and swift, stripped, bound and whipped. If that still didn't loosen the virtues of the girl, the pirates had tools from the Orient that would be used on tender bodies that would make them sing for their captors, sing a song of pain
“Take them topside. Bind their arms behind their backs; you don’t want to find a knife in your gut. Search the rooms; see what kind of treasure these beauties are hiding.”
The men were eager to jump on the girls, pulling their arms behind their backs, metal cuffs used to secure them, the metal clanging noisily as they tightened on their thin wrists.
“Don’t you dare touch me you illiterate pirate. Don’t you know who I am? I am Princess Stefani of Spain. You will find yourself on the end of a hangman’s noose if you touch me.” She thrust up tall, defiant to the men as she struggled to prevent them from cuffing her.
“I’ll take care of her,” Captain James stated as he moved towards her.
“It’s about time there was a gentlemen amongst you. I presume you are the Captain of these ruffians.” She turned towards him just in time to see his hand swing, hitting her squarely on the side of her face, her head spinning to the left harshly, almost losing her balance as she struggled to stay on her feet.
“My Lady,” one of the girls rushed over to her, grabbing her to keep her from falling to the ground. She acted as if she was the head handmaiden, the others not as eager to cross the pirates.
“Grab the little bitch,” the Captain swore, his crew dragging her over to the side. She was a good looking little redhead. All of them except the lady couldn’t be more then eighteen, the Captain hoping they were all virgins. Their bosoms heaved, the bodice of their dresses pushing their tits up, sharp naked cleavage highlighted with a fine piece of jewelry that drew your eyes to the firm flesh. His cock hardened at the freckles on the bosom of the redhead, the thought of his cock plunging between the legs of a girl with red pubic hair always was a secret fantasy of his. He imagined her dark nipples and areolas highlighting the white skin as she thrashed beneath him, his hard cock fucking her mercilessly.
Princess Stefani looked at the Captain as she rubbed her burning cheek. He seemed to be civilized, his speech that of an English gentleman. Maybe there was a gentleman in there somewhere. The Captain was a bit more handsome then the rest of his crew, but he was still repulsive. Unwashed, his face covered with a scraggly beard that looked like it would scrape the paint off of a ship. His face was rugged and tanned, long years on the sea in the sun and salt air making his skin as tough as leather. His body was muscular, his arms almost as big as Stefani's legs, muscles pushing out the shirt that clung to his sweating body. She blushed when she looked down, hoping he didn't catch her stare as she saw the large bulge in his trousers, the material clinging to the large shaft that seemed to be as long and hard as a log.
She saw the large knife in his hand, afraid of him, already seeing him slice the head off the Captain of her ship with his sword with a single swipe of the blade. Princess Stefani was almost sick as the blood shot out the cut arteries, mixing on the deck of the ship with the blood of the rest of the crew. He almost seemed to smile as he did it. She ran below deck, hiding with her handmaidens until the pirates had found them. She feared for the safety of her girl’s, knowing that pirates often ravished women taken from a ship and then whisked them off to an unknown place, rumors of being sold as sexual slaves.
Her only hope was to charm him, a task that she was particularly adept at, able to make the noblemen beg at her feet. An uneducated scoundrel should be easy.
He stood in front of her, his knife brandished before her.
"Don't you dare touch me again you heathen. I am betrothed to Lord Diego and to be married as soon as I arrive in the new land. If you take me to Virginia, I am sure the Lord would pay you a handsome sum for my safe passage. You speak like a gentlemen, I only pray you will treat my girls and I as a gentleman would." She hoped he would take the bait, sure that once on land he would be arrested and thrown in chains for the rest of his life. Pirates were the scum of the land, preying upon the weak.
He didn’t even reply to her offer. He swung again; Stefani didn’t even see the flat of his hand as it swung again, this time the other side of her face receiving the powerful blow. The redhead cried out again for her mistress, Stefani trying to maintain her balance as she saw stars before her eyes. She staggered, her regal presence diminished greatly by his cruelty. Tears welled up in her eyes, Stefani trying to hold in the need to cry, wishing instead to maintain her elegance, her body stretching up tall again, her defiant eyes staring back at him.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back. Or would you rather that I slap you around some more. I’m beginning to enjoy it,” his crew laughing with him.
“I will temporarily surrender to your cruelty,” turning her back to him, crossing her wrists behind her. She felt the utter helplessness of the situation when his hand large hands placed the cold iron bracelets on her wrists, wrists that were used to wearing gold and precious stones. She felt him tighten them until she moaned in pain, knowing he was doing it on purpose, cruelly testing her. She felt him press up against her backside, Stefani trying to move away but he pressed her up against the wall, pushing her body into the wood while he ground his hips into her ass.
He whispered into her ear so no one else would hear. “Can you feel my hard cock on your lovely ass? It is yearning to be buried in your sweet cunt.” He saw her blush in shame, unable to escape his lower body from grinding his cock on her ass.
“Take them aboard our ship, including this one. I want them unspoiled. We will have a party with them as soon as we set sail. We have twenty days to indulge our fantasies with these lovely beauties. To teach them all the perversities of the world. I hope they will be uncooperative; it has been a while since I was able to skin a naked female with my whip." He let his hand roam sensuously over Stefani’s ass, feeling her try to jerk away from his intimate touch. “This one will require much punishment before she will learn. I have so many lovely instruments to use on the tender and intimate parts of her body. The pain will make her scream nicely. My cock will enjoy fucking this one, training her virgin body to pleasure me.”
She knew she was in trouble, all of them, but she hid it, a stone- faced expression on her. He smelled, obviously pirates didn't bathe, a repulsive creature not worthy of her body. And his cock was so big as it pressed into her ass, feeling it jerk, knowing that he loved her humiliation as she suffered the degradation of him humping her like a dog in heat. She would find a way out of this. She would refuse to submit to him and fight his advances. She would certainly not let a pirate take her precious virginity without a fight.
The pirates quickly led them off, some of them eager to get their hands on the lovely titties that were so eloquently exposed by the low bodice of their dresses. Unspoiled meant no fucking, not no molesting. The Captain expected his men to humiliate the girls in front of everyone, enjoying the way they would cringe when they were openly fondled. They would soon learn to obey, punishments meted out after they were stripped naked, their bodies spread open in the bright sunlight on the deck, a wide assortment of gear on the deck that would serve to keep them bound securely and exposed.
All eyes were on the nine girls as they were led away, their wrists cuffs clanging noisily as they shuffled along the deck. The guards played with some of them, lifting their arms up in back, forcing them to bend over until their breasts would almost spill out the lavish bodices of their dresses, another guard forcing her head up to allow the men to ogle the lovely white flesh. One began to cry when a pirate’s hand stroked across her silky white skin of her upper breast as she was forced to face forward, commenting on how large her breasts were.
"Look at these lovely tits, so plump and firm. Just like a ripe cantaloupe," he teased the young girl, his hands molding her naked flesh. "These were made to be sucked and licked, just like a baby would do." He moved closer to her face, seeing the humiliation on her face as she turned red, the others staring at her. He whispered in her ear, "I'm going to put my hard cock between those lovely orbs and fuck them until I cum on your face. Then I'm going to make you lick my cum off your face. I hope you fight me; I would love to whip your lovely body, starting with your titties. My whip will make them bounce around so nicely as you cry out in pain," he roared, laughing so hard.
"You leave her alone," Stefani shouted out, not being able to stand the way the girl was being treated.
The First Office moved behind Stefani. He was ugly, not in the traditional way, but many years at sea and sword fights had left his face weathered and scarred, his lip cut permanently into a scowl that frightened most women. That is why he enjoyed the job so much. Except for the Captain, he had first pick of the women. He would take the youngest and the prettiest. He enjoyed the terror on their face as he slowly stripped them in front of all of the sailors; sure that this was the first time any man had seen them naked, their humiliation etched in their faces. They screamed when he took out his cock and showed what was going to ravage their body and take their virginity. He had the largest cock among the men; over nine inches with a large bend in it. Even the whores in Cape Royal wouldn't let him fuck them unless he got them real drunk. The bend made his cock drag along inside their pussy, forced to spread wider inside than the girth of his cock would normally require. Once they felt his cock the first time they would do anything to avoid it, the captured girls not having any choice but to submit to him.
Even when he finished taking their virginity, he was not finished with them. No, they would soon be forced to take his large cock in their backside, their screams would ring out over the empty ocean as he painfully sodomized them, tearing their anal ring as he fucked them. Most would be unconscious when he came inside them, only waking up to taste the soiled, cum covered cock of the First Officer in their mouths, forced to clean it before he would release them. They would always remember his crooked cock.
He pushed against Stefani, slowly grinding against her ass, feeling like he would cum any second if he continued. "Let's tie the bitches over here. Put their lovely asses up on display for the men. Let them see what awaits their pleasure."
The men eagerly dragged the girls over to the small deckhouse. It was about three feet above the deck, a convenient height to display the girls. They pulled them up onto the platform, many of them fighting, the bondage of their arms making their struggling futile. The First Officer stood behind Stefani his body pressed up against her. "Crouch down my little bitch," pushing down on her shoulders until she began to bend her knees and crouch down. "All the way down," he ordered her. The other men followed his lead, nine lovely girls forced into a crouched position, their arms bound behind their backs. The First Officer grabbed two ropes and moved behind Stefani, crouching low so he could do his work. "Hold still," his hands reaching under her, Stefani screaming in protest as his hands slid under her ass.
"What are you doing?" Stefani huffed as she shouted at him. She felt his hands slide under her ass, her bound arms keeping her from stopping the indignity. She shook her shoulders back and forth, unable to stop him.
"I like the way it makes your titties dance," the First Officer shouted out in glee as he watched her half naked breasts sway, the bodice of her dress pushing up her firm globes.
She suddenly stopped, unable to prevent him from sliding his hands under her skirts until she felt the harsh ropes touching her tender skin. She squirmed as his hands fumbled to tie the ropes around her thighs, back under to tie to her lower leg, pinning her in the crouched position. Her ankles already began to ache, balancing precariously. "NNNNOO," she screamed as his hands continued to run over her naked legs, not even able to move now, pinned to the deck in a squat position.
"Such smooth, silky skin. Just like a baby," the First Officer whispered in her ear as he caressed her skin. "Not like my harsh skin," he continued, feeling her squirming. He moved higher up her leg, Stefani pushing back trying to escape. "You're not going anywhere my little pet. I know just the thing for you." He pulled his hands from underneath her skirts.
The other pirates had secured the other girls, nine pretty young girls all bound tightly in a crouched position, their legs thrust out in front of them. The First Officer gave each of the pirates another length of rope, making a noose in the one he held. He tied the rope high above her head to the beam, letting the noose dangle in front of her.
"NO! NO!" She was scared now, certain that he would hang her. She squirmed as the First Officer moved in front of her.
He lowered the rope around her head, sliding it down, pulling her hair up to get it underneath. He tightened the rope, seeing the scared look on her face as it tightened. The other girls were all suffering the same fate, screams from their lips as they first saw the ropes dangling in front of their face. "Not too tight is it?" He teased her as he yanked on the rope rather harshly. He pulled the other end until Stefani’s body was stretched up, her bound legs preventing her from moving any higher. "Now don't fall over or you'll hang yourself. And it will be slow. Imagine choking for five minutes until you finally pass out, never to wake up again." He roared with laughter. “But I’ll not fuck with you M’Lady. You are the Captains. No, I want that cute little redhead over there.”
The redhead cringed when she heard his comment, seeing him moving towards her. He was old and ugly. And she could smell him from yards away. The thought of him taking her sexually was just too much to comprehend and she began to sob. She tried to move only to feel the noose tighten on her neck, her legs already beginning to cramp from the bondage that kept her crouching down on the deck. She kept her knees together, protecting her innocence from the pirates.
The First Officer went behind the redhead, his hands on her slim waist. “I haven’t fucked a redhead in a long time,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll love your white skin and freckles on your naked body. Soon you will be mine.” He let his hands roam down over her hips, feeling her trying to squirm away from his touch. “Hold real still or you will choke to death,” he warned her, his hands sliding underneath her ass. She jumped at his intimate touch, the ropes keeping her from moving more than an inch.
His hands were taking liberties with her body that a lady would never allow, his large hands grasping her twin cheeks and squeezing them as if they were fruit to be tested for ripeness, her gasps of indignation doing little to stop the rude handling of her body. He whispered foul talk into her ear, telling her of the things he would do to her body, the perversions he would force her to perform in front of others as he continued molesting her with his hands.
He needed to feel her flesh, the material of the dress too thick to get a good feel of her body. He had work to finish up, stripping the ship of its cargo, but he had a minute to tease himself with her body. His hands slowly pulled her dress up in back, inching up her legs. He let his hands find the edge of her dress and slip underneath, her body jerking, a gasp from her lips as she felt his rough hands on her silky skin. “Never had a real man touch you bitch?” he teased her, his hands touching the naked hips that were presented to him. She squirmed beneath his touch as he fondled her naked skin, feeling the tiny underpants that covered her treasures from his touch, tiny bows on the side the only thing keeping them from his hands.
Her skin crawled from his touch, his hands roaming so intimately over her naked hips as if he were her lover. The first touch was electric, the bondage allowing only token resistance, his hands exploring her body at will. She cringed in shame as his hands moved back to cup her butt, her thin panties her only protection. His large hands easily molded her cheeks, his powerful grip tightening and clenching her skin as she tightened her muscles. Her only hope was that they would be rescued before he had his way with her, the thought of this foul pirate taking her precious virginity unthinkable, allowing the others to watch the unspeakable act too humiliating to even consider. “NO! NO!” She cried out in indignation, as his fingers roamed, one fat finger sliding between her tightly clenched cheeks, searching out the most intimate parts of her body.
He laughed at her protest, his finger sliding up and down her crack before he finally pressed against her anus, his powerful finger forced between her tightly clenched cheeks, feeling the hot, pulsating hole beneath his touch. She squirmed, his finger following every little dart of her body, unable to escape his intimate touch. “So hot my little flower.” He pushed harder, her body jumping as her anus fought back the intrusion.
How could he touch her back there, the thought so disgusting that she choked? The finger would push, retreat, then push again, making her body jerk up and down as if she were a puppet, his finger the strings that made her dance for him. Her relief was short-lived when his finger moved away, her panties still plastered against her anus. His hand moved lower, lower between her legs. Even with her knees clenched tight, the crouched position left her sex so available to his touch.
Her asshole was so hot, his cock jerking at the thought of sodomizing the red-haired bitch as she screamed with every thrust of his hard cock up her asshole almost making him cum. He moved down to her pussy, sure that his hands were the first to touch her so intimately, her squirming body, her gasps of shame making it so much more enjoyable. He found her sex and pushed her panties into the hole, his finger moving around the tiny opening, widening it to his fat finger. “You’re going to have to spread wide to take my hard cock in your virgin pussy. I hope you fight. I love it when virgins fight the ravishment of their body. It makes it so much more enjoyable.”
Even his finger felt huge, how would it feel when his penis would replace it? She squirmed as he fingered her so intimately, unable to escape the rude, probing finger. He finally stopped, his hands pulling out from beneath her dress, her panties pressed deep into her butt and vagina so uncomfortably. She saw him move around in front of her, his grinning face staring at her.
He let his hands move forward, grabbing both of her knees and pulling them apart as she struggled to fight his handling of her body. “Spread your legs for me my little redhead bitch. You will soon learn to obey my commands or suffer under my whip. I have no qualms about whipping your naked body, your ass, tits and even your sex will receive the powerful lash of the leather whip. You’ll be surprised how obedient you will become,” laughing as he thrust her knees open wide. “Now keep them open,” he ordered her, his hands sliding along the inside of her legs, pulling her skirt out of the way as he did. He gathered her skirt and pushed it aside until he had access to her naked thighs. He pinched her creamy skin, feeling her jerk and toss about as his powerful fingers grasped her sensitive skin in a sharp pinch that squeezed the skin painfully.
His fingers hurt, the pinches shooting sharp pains up to her brain, his fingers continuing to bruise her tender inner thighs as he moved closer to her sex again. Would he pinch her there, the thought of his fingers pinching her labia just too much to bear! “You brutal man,” she shouted at him. “Hurting a poor, innocent girl,” she taunted him, his fingers continuing their painful move up towards her sex. She couldn’t let him continue, closing her knees, trapping his hand between her silky thighs.
The First Officer nodded to one of his men. He quickly moved behind the redhead. The short whip in his hand shot out, slapping her hard across her back, her body jerking in pain before the scream was torn from her lips. Her scream was inhuman; sure that no one had ever had the audacity to strike her before. “Again,” he ordered his man, the whip slicing across her back again, this time lower down, finding a new spot to inflict the pain.
No one had ever struck her before, least of all with a whip. Her back was ablaze in pain, feeling like the skin was torn from her. A second slap of the whip on a fresh spot opened up another burst of pain, a second scream torn from her lips as she suffered, almost falling over, the rope around her neck the only thing that kept her from falling over. She felt the rope tighten on the rope, holding her body rigid, afraid of hanging herself.
“Now spread your knees apart my red-haired beauty. Or would you rather feel the touch of the whip on your back again?” The First Officer smiled as she slowly let her knees part, his hand released from the tight grasp of her thighs. “Wider bitch,” he ordered her, seeing her strain to spread them until he was satisfied. “Now keep them open.” His hands returned to caressing her creamy white inner thighs, her body trembling as he moved up and down the silky skin. He pushed her skirt out of the way, exposing her almost to her panties, his hands eager to seek out the treasures beneath her panties. “That’s a good bitch,” he complimented her, hearing the sudden gasp from her lips as his fingers pressed hard against her sex. He felt her knees begin to close, but a light tap of the whip on her back changed her mind and her knees spread again obscenely. He pinched her labia in his powerful hands, feeling her body jerk in the unexpected harsh touch of her sex. “Nice puffy lips. I like that. Such a lovely sound a whip makes when they slap against them.”
“Please Sir. Don’t hurt me,” the redhead begged the First Officer, unaccustomed to be treated so cruelly.
“Just learn to obey,” he taunted her as his hands continued to rub her sex through her tiny, thin panties. He pinched her pussy lips again, her ass trying to arch up to escape the cruel fingers. “I have work to finish. Then I will be back for you. You are going to be the first.”
She trembled, almost afraid to ask the question. “The first what?”
“Why the first to get fucked of course. I will get you first, then the rest of the men will have their way with you. You’ll get fucked more in your first day than most girls get in their lifetime, though I am sure that you won’t enjoy it as much. But we will. I’m sure your pussy will be hot and tight and you will give each of us a good ride. If not, the whip will encourage you to give us the pleasure we seek from your young body.” He pulled his hands from under her skirt, standing up in front of her. “Keep those pretty legs spread. If I come back and they are closed, it will be the whip again.”
Stefani looked around, the other girls not faring any better. Each was forced to spread her knees for the pirates; Stefani required the whip to get her acceptance. Three times it slapped her back harshly before she finally accepted her fate, her knees spreading open reluctantly. One of the unfortunate girls, the one with the largest breasts suffered the ultimate indignity. One of the pirates couldn’t wait, his hands pushed into the tight bodice of her dress and plucked one large, naked breast out, the girl humiliated as she crouched so obscenely, her large, naked breast revealed in the bright sunlight as the pirates passed by her carrying the booty from the ship, their eyes always on the firm flesh so brazenly exposed to them. One of the more adventurous pirates even stopped long enough to wrap his lips around her nipple, drawing the tender morsel in his mouth, his tongue attacking it with a vengeance as his teeth bit down behind the hardening bud, holding it trapped in the hot confines of his mouth.
The pirates continued to plunder the King’s ship, load after load of treasures stored on their own ship. It took four hours before they finished, finally ready to set sail. The girls suffered in the hot sun, their clothes sticking to them like a second skin, their long dresses holding the heat in. Their hearts sank when they saw their ship set afire, the pirates yelling and hollering in excitement as they threw blazing torches on the ship before jumping aboard their own ship.
The pirate ship slowly set sail. Stefani watched the burning ship, smoke and steam rising up from its charred hull as it sank into the depths of the ocean, all traces of her vanishing from sight. It would be at least a month before they would be missed, more than enough time for them to be half way around the world, vanished without a trace.
The Captain looked at the nine beautiful girls bound on the deckhouse, their bodies swaying as the ship bounced on the sea, trying to balance precariously to keep from hanging themselves. He looked at Stefani, submissively crouched before him, her legs still spread, the whip instilling obedience in her. He was sure it was temporary, but he would enjoy the task of breaking her will, forcing her to do his sexual bidding. “Well my princess, how do you like my hospitality?” He crouched down in front of her, his hands sliding under her dress until he touched her naked inner thighs. He felt her tense up her legs. “Keep them spread open,” he ordered her, seeing her fight the urge to close them as his hands continued to rub up and down her silky, sleek thighs.
2
Gretchen Performs in the Hold
The First Officer came over to the Captain, seeing him playing with the girl, her eyes staring at him with hatred. He looked over at the red haired girl, her eyes looking down suddenly when their eyes met. “Captain, we are under way and on course. The cargo is all stored below deck and the hold is ready. Should I have the girls brought down? The crew is waiting impatiently.”
“Yes it is time.” He pulled his hands from beneath her dress; there would be time for that once they were in the hold. “I’ll take this one.” He untied Stefani’s legs, taking his time as he caressed her, the ropes leaving indentations on her tender skin. There would be much more of that, the girls would be bound almost all day and night. While it instilled obedience in them, it also left their bodies available for the crew to touch and manhandle at will. He helped her up as if he were a gentleman, holding her against him as she struggled to regain circulation in her legs.
He was almost nice to her, keeping her from falling, but then his hands began to roam over her body again, intimately touching her butt before moving up to cup one of her breasts in his large hand, Stefani looking down as the dried, leathered hand clenched on her breast harshly, squeezing it.
The other girls were led away; the Captain and Stefani last as they moved down the ladder into the cargo hold of the ship. Stefani was surprised how large it was, even more surprised what she saw in the center, an area cleared of boxes and crates. In the center of the hold was a bed, one of the handmaidens bed. Stefani was pushed to the side, thrown roughly onto a bed she quickly recognized. It was her bed, snatched from her quarters, a large brass posted bed, the white comforter now dirty with the hand prints of the pirates. The beds seemed out of place in the cargo hold.
She tried to get comfortable on the bed, squirming, careful not to let her dress slide up her legs. The top was low cut, the dress made to push her breasts up, accenting her cleavage. A shiny gold cross only accented the deep crevice. Her skin glistened with sweat, almost shining like a beacon in the light of the open hatch above them. It didn't fail to catch the pirate captain’s attention, his eyes devouring her almost naked breasts. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back; the pirates seemed to take great pleasure in her moans of pain as thee tightened them tighter then necessary. Once bound, it gave them free access to her breasts, an opportunity they took full advantage of. The Captain moved onto the bed, his hands instantly reaching out to fondle her breasts, feeling her squirm beneath his touch as he manhandled the lovely female flesh. He laughed when he saw how large her nipples had grown from the forced fondling, laughing at her apparent lust. “Do you like my hands on your tits?” He squeezed harder until she moaned in pain.
“I hate it you scoundrel. How dare you take advantage of a Princess?” She shot back a look of hatred. Her arms ached from lying on them, forced to arch her back, her lovely breasts forced out provocatively as she lay sprawled across the large bed, her legs clamped tightly together in defense. Her attention was drawn to the center of the room as the First Officer tossed the red haired girl onto the bed. Five large pirates dragged her kicking and scratching body in, her petite figure no match for the powerful men. Her legs kicked out for anything, the pirates adept and always a step ahead of their prey, a long list of females fucked for their pleasure teaching them painfully what happened if they failed to dart their feet, their crotches always the intended target.
The pirate captain moved closer towards Stefani, his smelly breath close to her face. She tried to move away, his body spreading out next to hers. "What are you going to do to her?" She raised her voice, trying to sound as if she was still in charge, trying to mask the fear she really felt. She was afraid she already knew the answer to her own question.
"When we capture a ship we get to plunder its treasures. In this case, it is your lovely handmaidens that my men will plunder. My men and I have been at sea for a long time without female companionship. Her lovely body will be a welcome change from the masturbating they have been doing," he laughed at her discomfort at the use of the word masturbating. “I do hope she is a virgin, my men love to make virgins scream when they fuck them." He looked over at Stefani, his eyes moving down to her lovely tits. He would take her slowly, not like the handmaiden. Stefani would only be touched by him and he would enjoy forcing her to do his sexual bidding. His men might be allowed to watch, the humiliation would help to make her more submissive. He also hoped she would fight his advances; the sharp lash of a whip on her naked body as she danced from one of the yardarms would be great morale for his men, who loved to see naked girls’ bodies stripped with the lash of the whip, sure to inspire even greater perversions on her handmaidens.
"You let her go immediately, you rogue! She's a defenseless girl."
"I couldn't stop my men even if I wanted to. Not unless you would like to take her place on the bed. Would you spread you legs and let them fuck your lovely naked body?" His eyes wandered up and down her taut body bound on the bed.
The Captain stretched out on the bed besides her, making sure that she had a good view of his cock, catching her blushed glimpse at his trousers when she looked at him. He hadn't had a lady before, most of the women and girls captured were farmer’s daughters or wives en route to the new land to make their mark. Once they returned to their home port, the coastal city of Port Royal, they were quickly dispatched to the slave market. He wasn’t sure what he would do with her when he finished with her, first he would teach her to cater to his perverted desires. Sure that she was a virgin; he would teach her the many perversions of the flesh that he had learned over the years, things that she couldn't even imagine. He had picked up many cruel instruments of torture, especially in China where there were no boundaries to the perversities they would inflict on females, the younger the better. They would enforce her cooperation, while her screams of pain only increased his lust.
"What is your handmaiden's name?"
She growled at him, refusing to even speak to such a loathsome creature. SSLLAAPP, her face quickly shooting to the side as his hand came out of nowhere and struck her cheek with a painful blow that seemed to knock her teeth loose. She couldn't believe the pain, her cheek hot and stinging, her nose running, not sure if it was bleeding. She could taste blood in her mouth, her teeth smashing painfully into her cheek from the blow. She began to sob.
"Maybe you would like to be stripped naked on the desk and whipped in front of all of my men. When I ask you a question I expect an answer. I am the Master of this ship and you are nothing but a lowly prisoner. I would think nothing of dispatching you over the side of the ship, watching you slowly sink into the depths of the water, your lungs quickly filling with water, convulsions rocking your body, as you die a slow, painful death. Now what is your handmaiden’s name?" He pulled his arm up as if to hit her again, seeing her flinch in fear.
"Gretchen, her name is Gretchen," Stefani quickly shot out, sniffling as she said it, wishing she could wipe her face, her nose running down over her lips.
“Gretchen it is,” he shouted to the First Officer. “Such a lovely name for a red headed cunt.” The Captain snuggled up to Stefani, pushing his body against her as she tried to squirm away from him. “Hold still!” He saw her stop moving, resigned to her fate. “Watch your lovely handmaiden. Soon she will no longer be a maiden. The First Officers cock will make short work of her virginity, slicing through it as if it were butter.” He laughed at his own humor.
Gretchen tried to defend her honor, but she was no match for the pirates. The other pirates stood by idly to the side of the bed, the First Officer was far too strong to need help in restraining the young beauty. When she tried to scratch him, his hand shot out, slapping her face sharply, all of the other girls reacting to the pain they knew she was feeling, sighing that they couldn’t help her. She continued to struggle, rewarded with another slap to her face, both of her cheeks stinging from the blows, her nose running and the taste of blood in her mouth. Two more unprovoked slaps slowed her down, but her legs continued to kick out at the beast trying to ravish her. “I’ll never let you touch me, you monster,” kicking with her legs, missing him as he easily pushed her kicks to the side. She didn’t even see it coming, a sharp punch to her stomach. She gagged, fighting the urge to vomit, unable to catch her breathe, unable to even comprehend how a man could hit a girl, never mind punching her in the stomach. She huffed and puffed, rolling to her side, curling up into a ball as she struggled for air.
He had done this often, their futile attempts to stop him from fucking them, a powerful blow to their stomach driving the air from their lungs, the sudden primal need to breathe overcoming all other, the defense of the ravishment of her body becoming secondary.
Gretchen’s overpowering need was now for air, trying to suck in enough to keep from passing out.
In her weakened state the First Officer pounced on the helpless redhead sprawled out on the bed. She couldn’t be more then ninety pounds, ninety pounds of pure hellcat. He yanked her head up by her red hair, tears in her eyes as he pulled the hair almost from her head. He slapped her two more times, her head shaking in pain back and forth, her nose running, her lips bloody from the brutal attack. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” one hand gripping her breasts brutally, the other holding her by her hair. He squeezed her tits hard, his powerful hands compressing the firm flesh, feeling her squirm as she tried to escape the brutal handling of her body. “Nice tits, but I want them naked.” His hand shot out and grabbed the bodice of her dress and tore it from her body. It pulled tight before it began to rip, the material no match for the superior strength of the First Officer. It split down the middle, her corset exposed, her breasts pushed up high, half naked, her white skin only flawed by the hundreds of freckles that covered her ample bosom.
She felt her dress tearing, looking up to see the other pirates staring down at her body as the First Officer began to strip her, fearing his power, fearing the moment when he would have her naked and unprotected. The other girls looked on, forced to watch as the other pirates stood next to them, fondling their bodies at will. She saw Princess Stefani out of the corner of her eye, bound on the bed as the Captain lay next to her, watching her ravishment unfolding. The First Officer’s hands returned, slapping her again, the fight rapidly fading from her body as he gripped the top of her corset and yanked it down. Her breasts spilled free, bouncing up and down as the garment was pushed down below her twin peaks. She cringed as the First Officer became the first man to ever see and touch her naked breasts. His hands were cruel and harsh, gripping her tender flesh, his calloused fingers running over her nipples, the sensitive tips hardening from the touch, even though it was by force. “NO!! NO!!” She screamed but it did no good, the First Officer gripped her nipples in his fingers and yanked them painfully from her body, tears in her eyes as they stretched to unbelievable lengths, the pink tips now white and long. She shook her chest, the pain increasing as the First Officer held her nipples tight, her movements only resulting in greater pain to her chest. How could he do such a thing, knowing how sensitive a woman’s breasts were? What were the limits to this man’s cruelty?
The First Officer loved the way her resilient breasts stretched, almost tearing from her body as he pulled her up by her nipples, his fingers locked tightly onto the rubbery tips as she shook in pain. Her back pulled up from the bed, her body supported by her stretched nipples, the pain etched on her red face, the slaps leaving his handprints on her white skin. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her sobbing increasing as she struggled, some of the fight taken from her body already. He released her nipples, her body slumping back down on the bed, his hand shooting out and slapping her again, this time his large palms slapping her breasts, the white flesh bouncing from side to side, already turning pink from the blows. “I love the way they bounce,” slapping them back and forth, the pendulous young flesh jiggling.