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This electronic book published by A1AdultEbooks The adult division of Fiction4All http://www.a1adultebooks.com Chapter 1 The Capture He scanned the horizon with his spyglass, catching the glint of the sun off a distant object. He fixed on it like a hungry cat seeking its prey. “South by southwest twenty degrees,” his commanding voice rose from the deck, the ship turning into the wind, the spray shooting up from the bow as the sleek ship sliced through the pale blue water with speed. His adrenalin rushed through his veins from the thrill of the hunt. “Man the guns,” the sound of men rushing to their posts ringing throughout the ship. Even though it would be tomorrow before they would try to board her, it paid to be prepared, never knowing if there were other ships around. Captain James Bonny had a feeling in his bones for days now. There was a ship nearby even though they couldn’t see it. He was like a fisherman, able to sense where the school of fish was. After scanning the empty horizon for days, he finally found his prey. This would be their last one before heading back to Port Royal. He hoped it would be fruitful; the twenty days it would take to get back home would be much more enjoyable knowing that they could spend lavishly on wine, women and song once they returned to port. Captain James loved his women and most loved him or at least, his money. He wasn’t handsome; too many sword fights had left scars on his face, but he had rugged features, his skin tanned from years on the open waters. A powerful figure, his large arms and legs made many a man back away from a fight, his steely eyes warning off the weak or stupid. It would be dark before they got close to the ship, hoping that they could slip in close just before dawn broke tomorrow. “Slow down to five knots.” The last thing he wanted was to be spotted. His crew only numbered forty, so the element of surprise was necessary. The black ship skimmed along the waves, the bow rising up and falling rhythmically. She was fast, even when loaded. Devil’s Girl was her name. Just the sight of her coming at you, the black sails billowing in the wind, was enough to set fear into the hearts of the bravest of men. Few could outrun her, though some tried and lost. Devil’s Girl was usually outgunned by the large Spanish ships, but he never tried to outshoot them. He would much rather silently sneak up on them and board when they were least expecting it. “Keep us out of sight, but I want to board her as the sun comes up.” First Officer Stede had been with Captain James for ten years now, and Captain James trusted Stede with his life. And Stede had come through countless times. First Officer Stede was as ugly as he was mean; just the right temperament to keep a band of cutthroat pirates under control. If he didn’t, it was a hanging or the plank for the both of them. “Aye, aye, Captain. What is she?” Stede inquired about their prey. “Spanish by her flag. Bigger than us, but that never stopped us before. By next month you’ll be sitting in the Fiery Inferno with a wench on your lap and grog in your hand.” In port they lived upstairs from the Fiery Inferno, the largest pub on the island, spending the nights downstairs until they were too drunk or took a woman up to their rooms. “We’ll be ready, Captain. The men are hungry for action. Nothing worse for a pirate than to lie around and do nothing.” He hoped for some girls on the ship. Something to keep the men busy on the way home. It had been a while since they had female companionship. “Keep me posted; I’m going below.” Captain James went to his cabin but not before he walked the ship. He wanted to make sure his men were ready and hungry for action. He finally got to his cabin after twenty minutes, sure that they were as ready as they could be. He knew that if they failed it would be the hangman’s noose for him and his crew. The Spanish had a bounty on all of them. A high bounty on him for they wanted him badly. He had sunk and ransacked too many Spanish ships. He took off his shirt, sprawling out on his bunk. He never worried before an attack, his steely nerves and boldness knew no bounds. He could feel the ship slowing down the closer they got to their prey, the rocking now just a gentle sway. * * * The night was pitch black, the moonless sky making it easier for them to surprise the Spanish ship. The ship was lit brightly as if it were trying to ward off any enemies, not attract them. Devil’s Girl was silent, slowly making her way closer to the Spanish ship Fenix. The men lined the port side, their cutlasses drawn and ready. Grappling hooks hung from ropes as the men waited for the Captain’s word to attack. Captain James looked, only two feet between the Devil’s Girl and the Fenix. “Attack.” The noise was overpowering as the men leapt onto the Fenix, yelling and shouting, hoping to make it sound like their force was superior in number. The fight was over quickly, the pirates adroit at surprise. They had 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 veracity of Captain James Bonny. His hatred for the Spanish was undeniable; their ship in his waters was just too much to pass up. Even outnumbered in men and guns, his pirates fought with a savageness that surprised the sailors, some of them jumping overboard rather than fighting the pirates. In less than ten minutes, the blood of the Spanish sailors was flowing freely over the deck, the dark wood now stained bright red from the blood of the sailors that stood and fought. Captain James cleaned his cutlass on the dead body of a Spanish officer. He wiped the sweat from his brow, looking at the small wound on his upper arm, barely bleeding now. The silence was almost deafening after the fierce battle. “Clean up this mess.” His men began to throw the bodies overboard; the water splashing as they hit the water almost continuously. Final count, seventy five sailors and five officers killed. Not bad for a crew of pirates that numbered only forty. Ten of his men were killed or severely wounded. Port Royal in Jamaica would be their next stop. There they would sell the treasures from this ship, and the men would have a chance to spend their plunder on wine and women. A long rest while Captain James Bonny would resupply the ship with arms, provisions and men; his legendary prowess on the high sea would lure many eager to join his crew. The search of the ship began in earnest now; the bodies disposed of, the ship quiet as a church, the eerie silence marred only by the waves lapping at the side of the ship. “Keep an eye on the horizon. I don’t want any surprises.” This was the time they were the most vulnerable. Their diminished numbers were spread between two ships, unable to defend either one. “Aye, aye, Sir.” Stede monitored the rest of the men on the deck, their eyes peeled to the horizon to make sure no other ship might sneak up on them. Captain James led the search party below the decks, a group of ten men with their knives out, quarters below ship too close for their cutlasses. They raided the Captain’s quarters first, finding a safe left carelessly open filled with jewels and gold. “Clean it out,” his men filling the blue velvet bags with the treasures. He took some of the charts, always looking for accurate maps of the ocean, especially areas where the Spanish sailed. They crept along the corridors finally getting to the galley. It would supply them with the rations needed to get back to Port Royal; they rarely had meat, wine or even fresh fruit. “Get a crew to start hauling this aboard Devil’s Girl,” the sailor scurrying up to the deck to bring a party down to haul away the spoils. They moved lower into the hull of the ship, into the living quarters, the Spanish sailors having little in the way of belongings to steal. The door at the end of the corridor opened up into a long hallway, the officers’ quarters. Captain James stood quiet, the sound of whispering from the other end of the hall stopping 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, captured women were quickly dispatched to the slave market, many sold to serve out the rest of their lives in whorehouses, 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 girl 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 that he had picked up around the world to use on the lovely flesh of a female. Some were made to tease and arouse; others to enforce submission. * * * Stefani read the invitation over and over, the gold leaf proudly proclaiming the message. Princess Stefani of Spain is betrothed to Lord Francisco Diego, the marriage to take place in the colony of Virginia in America. It was an arranged marriage, Stefani having no choice in the matter, Francisco twenty years her senior. She didn’t love him, barely able to stomach him, but she knew her place and did as her King wished. A virgin, Stefani’s imagination was her only solace. She yearned for a strong man to sweep her off her feet, bedding her down, introducing her to the pleasures of the flesh. She didn’t see any of that in Francisco. He treated her almost like a porcelain doll, placing her in a display case for all to see but not to touch. Not that she would have let him touch her. Not yet; not until they were wed and she had no choice. She didn’t look forward to their honeymoon; the thought of Francisco putting his cock inside her, rutting away while she suffered the indignations made her almost wish the ship would sail slower. Stefani had been sick for the first week since setting sail, finally getting used to the constant movement of the ship, able to go up on the desk, her handmaidens following dutifully behind. It was quite a spectacle, Princess Stefani and eight handmaidens all dressed formally, long dresses trailing on the wet deck, the sea spray making their naked bosoms glisten, but they all held their head up high, the hardships of the ocean voyage barely registering on their faces. Captain Fernandez bowed to the Princess. “Glad you are feeling better, Princess Stefani.” His cock strained his tight trousers, the sight of all that lovely flesh exciting him. It was hard to have women on his ship for such an extended trip, especially royalty. It was difficult to keep his men in line, taunted as the half-naked breasts paraded while the men worked, skirts pulled tightly over plump asses. And for Captain Fernandez, it was worse; his cabin was next to Princess Stefani’s. He was sure that he could hear her breathing at night; his cock hard as he imagined her lying in the bunk, her hands between her legs pleasuring herself. He masturbated every night since leaving port, his mind obsessed with the lovely Princess that was on the other side of the thin wall. “Thank you, Captain Fernandez.” She looked at him, an imposing figure in his uniform, muscles rippling beneath the sleeves of his shirt. Now this was a man that she would let ravish her in spite of his age. Strong and virile, yet a gentleman. She could almost feel his hands around her waist, drawing her close to him until she felt the unmistakable bulge against her. She couldn’t contain her gaze, looking down to see the bulge in his tight trousers, looking back up to see him staring at her, catching her indiscretion. She could feel the blush covering her body. Did she really look down and gaze at my cock? He stared into her green eyes, her blush giving her away. His cock jerked in his trousers as he stared at the deep cleavage, wet from the morning sea spray, a gold cross dangling between the deep divide drawing his eyes to them so boldly. Are those her nipples hardening beneath her corset, or is it just wishful thinking? “The sea air seems to have rejuvenated you, Princess Stefani.” She felt an unfamiliar rush of wetness between her legs, her mind confused. “Yesss,” the word forced out of her mouth. “Let’s go ladies,” trying to get away from the man that aroused her in a way she never felt before. Captain Fernandez chuckled to himself as the smell of perfume passed him by, the bustle of skirts drawn tightly over pert asses swaying seductively in his parting view. He winked at Gretchen, the red-haired handmaiden, as she passed. Gretchen smiled at the Captain, her hips swaying back and forth as she felt his eyes burning on her bottom as she passed. All of the handmaidens had to be virgins to serve the Princess, but Gretchen would surely give up her innocence to him. All he had to do was ask, and she would willingly spread her legs for him. * * * Stefani found it by accident, a light shining from behind the shelf over her bed. She moved the books aside to find a small hole, not bigger than her little finger. She knelt on her bed, putting her head against the wall, one eye squinting as she peered into the blackness. It couldn’t be! The hole went all the way through the wall into Captain Fernandez’s cabin. Across the room was his bunk. She quickly put the books back, covering up the hole. * * * She lay in her bed, the blanket pushed to the side. Her hands slid down her legs, pulling the edge of the nightgown up her thighs, feeling the familiar tingling between her legs just as she always did when she masturbated. She neatly tucked her nightgown above her waist, her hand running down over the front of her silk underwear. She could feel her mound beneath it, her fingers beginning their daily ritual, sliding up and down her slit until it spread beneath her pressing finger. She jumped up, scared when she heard the slam of a door, afraid that someone had walked into her room and caught her in this compromising position. She closed her legs, sitting up in bed, finally realizing that it was next door. Her room was dark, the partial moon barely letting in any light through the porthole. She shouldn’t do it, her mind racing, but her curiosity got the better of her. Or her arousal that made her do it. She quietly and carefully moved the books, surprised when the light from the Captain’s cabin shone through. She hoped her cabin was dark enough so he couldn’t see her. She pressed her eye against the wall, peering into the brightly lit cabin. Captain Fernandez was sitting at his desk writing in a book, the Captain’s log she suspected. His shirt lay on his bed, his hairy chest naked, the muscles in his arms looked as though they were rippling up and down from the simple task of writing. She stared at him, her head pressed tightly against the wall, her hand sliding down the front of her undergarments, her hand sliding in and finding her pussy wet. Not only wet but drenched. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as her finger slid up and down her slit. She had never felt this way before, her body trembling. It was a while before he put his log away, standing up, Stefani moving back from the hole as if he could see her. She moved closer to peer again, Captain Fernandez with his back to her. He was undressing, Stefani’s arousal increasing. Will I see his cock? Stefani had never seen a real man’s cock. Yes, she had seen them when she visited her married friends, but they were babies and very young boys. She saw the Captain’s trousers slide down his legs, his firm buttocks clenching tightly beneath his undergarments as he bent over to take off his trousers. She gasped when he turned around, the front of his undergarments straining, a giant cock pushing out the front obscenely. She couldn’t believe how big it was. She thought it only got hard when aroused. It looked like it was as big as a baby’s arm. Her fingers flew faster between her legs as he got into bed. She thought he would turn out his lantern, but he surprised her. He lay back in his bunk, his hand sliding down to glide over the thick bulge caused by his cock. He was masturbating! His hand slid inside his undergarments; she could see it moving up and down. Stefani began to rub her pleasure button, her hand in unison with Captain Fernandez’s. She had to cover her mouth as she gasped in shock. He took it out of his underpants, the shaft massive. She couldn’t believe it, looking like a crown on the top, a dark red crown. His hand slid up and down the shaft, making it stand up looking like another arm or leg. How could a woman take something that massive inside her? Stefani had delicately probed her pussy, a small finger feeling too big. She would never be able to accommodate such a monster. But she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. For ten minutes they both mutually masturbated, finally Captain Fernandez cumming, Stefani’s eyes glued to the head of the monster, jets of ropey white fluids shooting out in a graceful arc to land almost at his feet. She came with him, her body jerking in pleasure, feeling such incredible tremors in her body like nothing before. By the time they were both finished, their hands were wet with their pleasure. Stefani slept the best she ever had that night, waking up with her hand in her undergarments; thoughts of Captain Fernandez making Stefani masturbate his cock until he spilled his juices all over her hand. * * * The pirates crept quietly toward the doors, each one picking one of the four closed doors, their large knives at the ready, their hands on the door handle as Captain James counted. At the count of three they burst into the rooms, screaming at the top of their lungs, hoping to scare anyone inside. Princess Stefani and her handmaidens 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 portholes as body after body was tossed overboard, the bloodied faces of the ship’s 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. “AAAWWWWHHH, YEEEEHHH,” the pirates screaming loudly as they broke through the doors. The girls were startled by the pirates bursting into their rooms, somehow hoping that they would be safe down here. They shrieked in terror as the pirates burst into the rooms, savages for sure; sharp, glistening knives waved in the girls’ faces. The pirates forced the girls into the narrow hallway, the girls 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’ wives. These were different; they seemed to be handmaidens for a Lady, a Spanish noblewoman. Captain James looked at them until he found her. While the other girls had a frightened look on their faces, she stood proudly as if she were still in command, her haughty look staring at him in defiance. Captain James couldn’t believe how they were dressed. 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 dragged on the floor of the hallway, completely covering their legs, but the fabric of the dresses clung to their asses, molding the taut flesh into pert mounds that begging to be touched. What drew Captain James’ 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 onlookers, 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 mastery of the 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 of begging, sobbing and screaming as the girls endured their ravishment by the pirates, forced to indulge the pirates’ most perverse acts, all with the express purpose of making their cocks hard. Each girl would be forced to watch as her friends were fucked one by one, cruelly and harshly in public view, their virginity taken without regard to their comfort. And not just their vaginas. But their mouths forced to suck more cocks in a day than most girls would in a lifetime. And the final degradation: sodomized while her friends watched, large cocks filling her most intimate hole in a perverted act. For those that refused, the punishments were harsh and swift: stripped, bound and whipped. If that still didn’t loosen the virtues of the girls, the pirates had tools from the Orient and Africa that would be used on their tender bodies that would make them sing for their captors, willing to do anything. “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.” Captain James wanted to board Devil’s Girl as soon as possible and get out of here with his booty. 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 it was tightened on their thin wrists. Stede nuzzled up against the redhead, pulling her arms hard behind her back, gazing over her shoulder to ogle her milky white tits. “Not too tight I hope,” Stede snapping the cuffs on her slim wrists, his hands running up her bound arms as she trembled. “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.” Stefani thrust up tall, defiant to the men as she struggled to prevent them from cuffing her. She pushed one of the pirates away from her, not caring that he was carrying a knife. No one touched a Spanish princess. No one! “I’ll take care of her,” Captain James responded as he moved toward her. She was a real prize. Defiant, with a body that was made to be bedded down. She would make a nice fuck. Not a submissive girl that would lay there and let him fuck her, but one that would fight back. Captain James would enjoy her squirming body beneath him. “It’s about time there was a gentleman amongst you. I presume you are the Captain of these ruffians.” Stefani turned toward 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. She saw stars in her eyes as she wavered. “M’Lady,” one of the girls rushed over to her, pulling away from the pirate that was trying to hold her, grabbing the Princess 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,” Captain James demanded, his crew dragging her over to the side. She was good looking but not as enticing as the Princess. All of them except this lady couldn’t be more than eighteen, the Captain hoping they were all virgins. Their bosoms heaved, the bodices of their dresses pushing their tits up, sharp, naked cleavage highlighted with a fine piece of jewelry that drew ones 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 with dark nipples and areolas highlighting the white, freckled 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 than 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 a sword with a single swipe of the blade before they rushed off to cower below deck. Princess Stefani was almost sick as the blood shot out of the cut arteries, mixing on the deck of the ship with the blood of the rest of the crew. The Captain 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 girls, 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. But she was fearless. “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.” Her voice was adamant. “If you take me to Virginia, I am sure Lord Diego would pay you a handsome sum for my safe passage. You speak like a gentleman; 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 water, preying upon the weak. Captain James didn’t even reply to her offer. He swung again; Stefani didn’t even see the flat of his hand as it swung; 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 Captain James as he taunted her. “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 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 pussy.” He saw her blush in shame, unable to escape his lower body from grinding his cock on her ass. “Take them aboard Devil’s Girl, including this one. I want them unspoiled. We will have a party with them as soon as are underway and clear of here. 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.” His hand roamed sensuously over Stefani’s ass, feeling her try to jerk away from his intimate touch. “This one will require some 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.” Captain James felt the soft buttocks rubbing against his cock, pushing her bound hands out of the way so he could masturbate his cock on her firm ass cheeks. She knew she was in trouble, all of them, but she hid it, a stone-faced expression in place. 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, refusing to submit to him and would fight his advances with every ounce of her strength. 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 bodices of the dresses. Unspoiled meant no fucking, not no molesting. Captain James 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 obscenely. All eyes were on the nine girls as they were led away, their wrist cuffs clanging noisily as they shuffled along the deck. The pirates played with some of them, lifting their arms up in back, forcing them to bend over until their breasts would almost spill out of the lavish bodices of their dresses, another pirate forcing their heads 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 suckled and licked, just like a baby would do.” He moved closer to her, 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. First Officer Stede 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 faces 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 Port Royal wouldn’t let him fuck them unless he got them very 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. After the first time they felt his cock, 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 backsides; their screams would ring out over the desolate ocean as he painfully sodomized them, stretching their anal rings as he fucked them. Most would be unconscious by the time 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, willing to do anything to avoid it again. They dragged the girls over to the Devil’s Girl. Stede stopped the Princess so he could push 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 the men 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 the girls up onto the platform, many of them fighting, the bondage of their arms making their struggling futile. Stede 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 to crouch down. “All the way down,” he ordered her. The other men followed his lead, nine lovely girls forced into a crouching position, their arms bound behind their backs. The First Officer grabbed two ropes and moved behind Stefani, bending down 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 no matter how much she struggled. “I like the way it makes your titties dance,” Stede shouted out in glee as he watched her half-naked breasts sway, the bodice of her dress pushing up her firm globes. He wanted to make sure everyone heard him. 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 crouching position. Her ankles already began to ache, balancing precariously, afraid of falling over and smashing her face into the deck. “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,” Stede 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 skirt. 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. Stede 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 the rope underneath until it was around her neck. He tightened the rope, seeing the scared look on her face as the rope began to press up against her throat. 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 Stefani 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 a slow death. Imagine choking for five minutes until you finally pass out, never to wake up again.” He roared with laughter. “But I’ll not fuck you, M’ Lady. You are the Captain’s. No, I want that cute little redhead over there.” Gretchen cringed when she heard his comment, seeing him moving toward 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. Gretchen 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. Stede went behind the redhead, his hands on her slim waist. “What’s your name, wench?” She trembled. She could barely talk, scared of this cruel, ugly man. “Gretchen.” “I haven’t fucked a redhead in a long time, Gretchen,” 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’ll 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 Gretchen’s 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 along her legs. His hands finally found the edge of her dress and slipped 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 taunted Gretchen. His hands touched the naked hips that were presented to him. She squirmed beneath his touch as he fondled her naked skin, feeling the silky underpants that covered her treasures from his touch; tiny bows on the sides the only thing keeping her treasures from his hands. Gretchen’s 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 bottom, her thin panties her only protection. His large hands easily molded her cheeks, his powerful grip tightening and clenching on her skin as she tightened her muscles. Gretchen’s 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!” Gretchen 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. Stede 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. Gretchen 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 me 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. Gretchen’s relief was short lived when his finger moved away, her panties still plastered between her cheeks. 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 in his trousers. Stede moved 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? Gretchen squirmed as he fingered her so intimately, unable to escape the rude, probing finger. No one had every touched her there except for her own masturbatory sessions late at night. 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. Stede hands moved 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 redheaded bitch. You will soon learn to obey my commands or suffer under my whip. I have no qualms about whipping your naked body. You 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 Gretchen, his hands sliding along the inside of her legs, pulling her skirt out of the way as his hands slid along her milky white thighs. He stared at the humiliation on her face as he fondled her body at will. He gathered her skirt and pushed it aside until he had complete access to her naked thighs. He pinched her creamy porcelain 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 Gretchen’s brain; his fingers continuing to bruise her tender inner thighs as he moved closer to her sex again. Would he pinch me 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 toward her sex. She couldn’t let him continue, closing her knees, trapping his hand between her silky thighs. Stede 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 with pain. “EEEEHHH,” Gretchen screaming out in 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 upright. She felt the rope tighten, holding her body rigid, afraid of hanging herself as the rope pulled tight. “Now spread your knees apart, my red-haired beauty. Or would you rather feel the touch of the whip on your back again?” Stede smiled as Gretchen 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 muscles trembling as he moved up and down the silky skin. “That’s a good bitch,” he complimented her, hearing the sudden gasp from her lips as his fingers pressed hard against her sex. Stede 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 unexpectedly harsh touch of her sex. “Nice, puffy lips. I like that. Such a lovely sound a whip makes when it slaps against them.” “Please, Sir. Don’t hurt me,” the redhead begged the First Officer, unaccustomed to being treated so cruelly. The other pirate stood behind her slapping her hard with the whip when she disobeyed. “Just learn to obey,” he taunted her as his hands continued to rub her sex through her tiny, silk 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.” Gretchen 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 compliance. “Teach the Princess a lesson.” The pirate moved behind her, his whip at the ready. He enjoyed his job much more when he had lovely girls to whip. Three times the whip slapped Stefani’s 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. “I’ve never seen such big titties,” the pirate commented loudly to First Officer Stede, wanting permission. “Show us,” Stede responded. The pirate’s hands pushed into the tight bodice of her dress and plucked one large, naked breast out. “NNOOO,” the young girl cried out as the pirate’s hand slipped into her dress, her nipple hardening as his calloused hand ran over the tip. She turned red in shame as he pulled her breast out of her dress; the bright sun brazenly exposing it to all that looked. 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. And it got worse, an ugly pirate, his teeth stained, spittle running down his chin, 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. She bit her lip as the pirate’s sharp teeth dug into her sensitive flesh, his grizzled beard rubbing the smooth skin of her naked breast like sandpaper. Finally he left her alone, the girl blushing as her nipple, hard and wet, pointed out like a hard pebble for all to see. 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 while before they would be missed, more than enough time for the pirates to be halfway around the world, vanished without a trace, Princess Stefani and her girls with them. Captain James 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 warned her, seeing her fight the urge to close them as his hands continued to rub up and down her silky, sleek thighs. She fought his calloused hands on her inner thighs, her muscles wanting to close but knowing that the other pirate stood over her with the whip in his hand, his eyes showing his eagerness to strike her again. She mumbled under her breath, swearing her revenge on these pirates once her fiancé Francisco rescued her. The pirates would pay. Chapter 2 Gretchen Performs in the Hold First Officer Stede came over to Captain James, 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.” But it was he that was impatient, wanting to get his hands on the redhead. To teach her to pleasure his cock with her lovely virgin body. “Yes, it is time.” Captain James reluctantly 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 delicate 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 Stefani, keeping her from falling, but then his hands began to roam over her body again, intimately touching her bottom 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. She squirmed, cussing unladylike. “Take your hands off of me,” hating the way he casually ran his hands over her intimate body as if she were a common bar whore. The other girls were led away; the Captain and Stefani were last as they moved down the ladder into the cargo hold of the ship. Stefani was surprised how large it was, even more surprised when she saw what was in the center, an area cleared of boxes and crates. In the center of the hold was a bed, one of the handmaidens’ beds. 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 filthy handprints of the pirates. The beds seemed out of place in the cargo hold. And dangerous because she knew they intended to snatch their innocence from them in view of all the pirates. Stefani tried to roll over on the bed, squirming, carefully to keep her dress from sliding up her legs. The top of her dress 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 he tightened them tighter than necessary. Once bound, it gave them free access to her breasts, an opportunity they took full advantage of. And her bound hands forced her bosom to stick out obscenely as if tempting these cruel men to touch and fondle her milky breasts. Captain James 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. His cock strained his trousers; this wench would soon relieve the pressure in his balls. “I hate it, you scoundrel. How dare you take advantage of a Princess?” Stefani shot back with 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 and five large pirates dragged Gretchen’s kicking 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 the pirates’ pleasure, painfully teaching the men what happened if they failed to dart the flying feet; their crotches always the intended target. They tossed her onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, her skirt flying up to reveal her naked legs as she rolled over, her bound hands behind her. Captain James moved closer to Stefani, his smelly breath close to her face. She tried to move away, his body spreading out next to hers. “What are they 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 welcomed change from the masturbating they have been doing,” he laughed at her discomfort at the use of the word masturbating, though he suspected she engaged in the same. “I do hope she is a virgin; my men love to hear the sharp cry of a virgin when her innocence is lost.” He looked down 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 will 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 booster for his men. They loved to see naked girls’ bodies striped with the lash of the whip, sure to inspire them to perform even greater perversions. “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 willingly spread you legs and let them fuck your lovely naked body?” Captain James’ eyes wandered up and down her taut body bound on the bed. Captain James stretched out on the bed beside her making sure that she had a good view of his cock, catching her blushed glimpse at his trousers when she looked down at him. He’s never had a lady before, most of the women and girls captured were farmers’ daughters or wives en route to the new land to make their mark with their husbands and families. Once the pirates returned to their home port, they would quickly dispatch the captured females to the slave market. Captain James wasn’t sure what he would do with Stefani 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 persuasion, especially in China where there were no boundaries to the perversities they would inflict on females. The items would serve to enforce Stefani’s cooperation while her squirming would increase his lust. “What is your handmaiden’s name?” Stede already knew it, but the Captain wanted Stefani to tell him. We want to begin teaching her to obey. Stefani 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. Stefani began to sob, her defenses crumbling as her situation grew worse. “Maybe you would like to be stripped naked on the deck 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 will 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. That is if the sharks don’t get you first and tear your body apart. 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 checks. “Gretchen it is,” he shouted to First Officer Stede. “Such a lovely name for a red-headed pussy.” The Captain snuggled up to Stefani, pushing his body against her as she tried to squirm away from him. “Hold still!” He saw her freeze, resigned to her fate. “Watch your lovely handmaiden. Soon she will no longer be a maiden. The First Officer’s 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. Six pirates stood over her, but five stood by idly to the side of the bed, while First Officer Stede was far too strong to need help in restraining the young beauty. When she tried to kick him, his hand shot out, slapping her face sharply, all of the other girls reacting to the pain they knew she was feeling, sighing helplessly that they couldn’t help her. Gretchen 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 breath, 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 were stopped with a powerful blow to their stomachs driving the air from their lungs, the sudden primal need to breathe overcoming all other, the defense of their virgin bodies becoming secondary. Gretchen’s overpowering need now was for air, trying to suck in enough to keep from passing out. Her stomach ached, afraid of vomiting, huffing and puffing, her head dizzy from lack of air. In her weakened state, the First Officer pounced on the helpless redhead sprawled out on the bed. She couldn’t be more than 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 back and forth, her nose running. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” one hand fondling her breast, the other holding her by her hair. He squeezed her tits; his powerful hands compressing the firm flesh, feeling her squirm as she tried to escape the rough fondling of her body. “Nice tits, but I want them naked.” He teased her first, flipping her over onto her back; Gretchen crying out as her bound hands behind her back hurt. Her breasts were arched up, Stede slowly running one calloused finger along her bosom, from the top of her dress, all the way down into the deep valley of her cleavage, tiny goose bumps appearing on her flesh. “No, leave me alone,” she shouted out in protest, but his fingers continue to fondle her flesh, sliding lower under the edge of her dress, more and more of her bosom exposed. Stede couldn’t wait any longer. His hand 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 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 Gretchen’s 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 rough, 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 away from her body, tears in her eyes as her breasts 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 are? What are the limits to this man’s cruelty? Stede 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 her chest trying to escape. Her back arched up from the bed, her body supported by her stretched nipples, her anguish 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 reaching out and slapping her again; this time his large palms slapping her breasts, the white flesh bouncing from side to side. “I love the way they bounce,” slapping them back and forth, the pendulous young flesh jiggling. She suffered as he slapped her sensitive breasts, feeling them bounce on her chest. It wasn’t so much the pain but the humiliation, her breasts bouncing erotically. Suddenly his head slammed down. It felt as if he was sandpapering her tender breasts, his beard rubbing harshly over her sensitive flesh, his teeth pinching the skin in tiny bites as he moved his head between her twin peaks. He buried his face in her cleavage, her skin scratched as he moved his head back and forth like a madman, slobbering over her naked skin. The bites moved closer and closer to her nipples as she struggled to keep his foul mouth from the tips. She was turned over, her arms un-cuffed and then quickly brought up over her head, the cuffs clicking tightly, pinning her to the bed. Captain James’ cock was straining to get out of his pants as he saw the orgy in the center of the hold. Each time Gretchen cried out in shame, his cock jerked in pleasure. He moved closer to Stefani, eying the delicious white breasts that looked so inviting from the push of her bodice, the gold chain nestled in her cleavage so tempting. His hands reached out and pulled Stefani closer as he stretched out on the bed, turning her sideways toward him, pressing his body against the front of hers, feeling his cock throbbing against her. Stefani smelled Captain James’ foul breath and body odor as he tugged her bound body toward him. Stefani struggled as best as she could, but the tight bondage only allowed token resistance. In fact, it almost felt better when she was on her side; at least she wasn’t lying on her arms any longer. But she felt her breasts straining to spill out the top of her dress as she turned sideways. “Don’t you dare!” His hand moved up toward her breast, Stefani’s eyes on his hand as it slowly slipped underneath to cradle one of her breasts as if he were a lover. But he wasn’t; he was her captor, knowing that he wouldn’t be happy until he had snatched her innocence from her. And to make it worse, she knew he would do it in front of others, just as they were doing to Gretchen; the humiliation of being stripped and sexually taken almost as humiliating as the actual forced intercourse. He loved the feel of her breast, so soft and tender, squeezing one of them, seeing the flesh push up struggling to be contained in the tight restraints of the bodice of her dress. “Are your tits as nice as Gretchen’s?” He squeezed tighter on her flesh, seeing the look on her face as she gallantly tried to ignore his words. He brought his other hand up and cupped her other breast, both of his large hands now encircling the flesh in a tight grip. “I said, ‘are your tits as nice as Gretchen’s?’ Or would you rather I yank them by the nipples as the First Officer did to her? You will learn to obey me, or it will be extremely painful to you and your handmaidens.” “Yes!” She blurted it out, ashamed of having to answer him but afraid of further punishment, the Captain’s cruelty seeming to have no boundaries, especially with females. His hands molded her breasts, casually caressing her flesh as if he was her lover and she was enjoying his advances. She felt his hands move over her naked skin, goose bumps appearing on her chest as she shivered in embarrassment at his public fondling of her flesh. She could see some of the other pirates watching her molestation; even some of the girls that were sharing in her plight gave her a look of compassion. She struggled, but she only provoked him; the jiggling of her breasts only inciting his lust. Captain James watched Gretchen and Stefani. His head moved back and forth between the red-headed beauty being prepared for her ravishment by Stede and Stefani, the lovely aristocrat bound tightly under him, his hands fondling her luscious breasts as she wiggled so salaciously beside him. The sight of Gretchen’s naked tits inflamed his lust, the white flesh capped with the dark brown nipples and areolas made him eager to uncover Stefani. He fondled Stefani’s naked bosom, running his fingers up and down her cleavage, playing with the cross that lay like a beacon between her twin mounds. He thrust his hand quickly into the cup of her dress, the sound of the material ripping as his fingers squirmed inside, clenching tightly on her naked tit. “AAAHHH,” Stefani gasped in shock as his hand shot into her dress, the material stretching before tearing, his hand pushed into the front of her dress, his palm cupping one naked globe, her nipple poking into his hand. She was embarrassed that her nipple had responded so quickly, feeling it harden suddenly as his calloused hands rubbed over the sensitive tip. His powerful hand grasped her breast as if it were a fruit to be squeezed, his fingers compressing her flesh, pushing her breast up at the top. The material gave some more, tearing sounds louder than the sound of her heart racing as the seam in her dress gave way, the side splitting open, her dress falling away, his hand having unimpeded access to her breast. He squeezed again, Stefani moaning quietly as he grasped her breast too roughly. She felt ashamed that her nipple was so hard, knowing that he could feel it poking into his palm, afraid he would take it as a sign of her arousal. Captain James loved the feel of her soft breast in his hand, the firm flesh filling his palm, the feel of her hard nipple making his cock hard. Could she actually be enjoying my hands on her tits? His attention turned back to Stede and Gretchen. The ravishment proceeded faster now, Stede’s lust incited by the sight of her naked tits, his mouth now fastened on one of her nipples, sure by the way she was squirming beneath his large body that he was chewing on it. Stede’s other hand was busy with her other breast, his powerful fingers gripping the tip, the pink nipple turning red as he compressed the blood painfully into the end, threatening to burst it. Gretchen was pinned underneath the stinking pirate. He had jammed his knees between her legs, Gretchen unable to stop him as her tender thighs were pinched until she willingly spread her legs for him, hearing his laughter at her plight. “Yes, my little virgin wench. Spread your legs for me. Soon you will feel my saber slice into your hot, virgin pussy.” He enjoyed the feel of her body beneath his. He bit hard into her nipple, his crooked teeth tearing at her tender flesh, feeling her jerk beneath him. He squeezed her other nipple with his fingers, stretching it out, feeling her arch up to relieve some of the pain, her pelvis grinding against his hard cock as if she wanted him to fuck her. Gretchen felt the cuffs taken off her wrists, replaced with rope, pinning her wrists to the top of her own bed. She looked up, a five pirates staring down at her half-naked body as the First Officer suckled her breasts as a baby would. But he was harsher, his teeth biting, his fingers digging into her tender breast flesh. She had no choice but to spread her legs wider, his wide hips settling down between her legs, Gretchen forced to draw her legs up, her legs spread wide. She could feel the hard log in his pants, his hips slowly rubbing it up and down between her spread legs. The monster felt huge, as big as a babies arm. It jerked and throbbed against her, humping her like a dog in heat. The First Officer pulled up from her breasts, staring down at her spit-covered tits, red with bites, the nipples dark brown and swollen. Her chest heaved up and down, tears falling from her eyes as she sobbed. They had secured her arms above her head, forcing her young, firm breasts to arch up higher, his hands returning to bounce them up and down playfully, enjoying the humiliation on her face as he molested her naked tits. He looked at his men. “What a beautiful pair of tits. Look at the tiny freckles all over them.” His fingers ran over her white skin, covered with freckles, teasing her areolas before letting his fingers snap her nipples, his fingernails hitting the tender flesh hard. She jerked beneath him. He did it again; this time his hips pushing into her pussy when she jerked in pain, rewarded in pleasure as she bowed her legs farther out to the side. “You’re going to be a good fuck. I can feel it in you. You just need to feel a big cock inside you to get your lust going. But don’t worry, my men and I will satisfy that lust in you. You will have more than enough cock fed into your tight pussy. But first, I will take your cherry.” She looked at the scarred face over her, his crooked, yellow teeth, drool running down his chin, the foul stench that came from his body as he lorded over her. She knew she couldn’t stop him from taking her body against her will, but she would fight him as long as she could. She would not easily give up her virginity to this filthy scoundrel. She cringed when his hands slid down over her breasts again, this time not stopping, tearing her dress as he pawed at her stomach. She struggled again as she knew he was going to finish stripping her naked. At least she got some relief when he pulled his body off of her, but it was short lived, his hands reaching out to her skirt, yanking it up, uncovering her naked legs as she began to struggle again. She felt the dress pull at the seams, until a loud tearing filled the room, the First Officer yanking her dress up and throwing it off of the bed. “Get the wench naked.” “Fuck her.” The men hooted and hollered as she was being stripped. “Fuck her pussy with your crooked cock,” they screamed. She was only clad in her corset and even that was pulled down on the top, her naked breasts still heaving up and down. Now his hands worked the tightly fitting garment down, trying to pull it over her hips as she struggled again. Stede became impatient, Gretchen suddenly stopped as he drew out a large knife, the metal gleaming in the light as he flashed it before her. “Hold still, bitch, or I’ll cut you.” Stede moved the knife down lower, the tip sliding over her stomach, seeing her suck in her breath. He made quick work of the garment, his sharp knife quickly shredding the front. “Now to uncover your treasures.” He wanted to see her pussy, especially her bush. It had been a long time since he saw a redhead, this one would be special. He yanked the front of the undergarment, pulling it out harshly, feeling her body rise up until it was finally released from underneath her, throwing the shredded cloth to the floor. He looked down, a bright red bush highlighting her slit. With her legs still spread, her outer lips were pulled back, her pink inner lips exposed. “What a beautiful, red-haired pussy!” he exclaimed loudly, the other pirates pushing each other aside to catch a glimpse. Gretchen shut her eyes in shame as she was spread naked beneath the pirates’ gazing at her most intimate charms. She could feel the eyes piercing her, the men’s crude comments as they gazed at her naked sex; Gretchen strained to close her legs, but the First Officer’s legs held her spread wide. She felt so humiliated and vulnerable; tugging on the ropes holding her arms over her head, her naked body stretched out on her own bed but surrounded by a sea of pirates all intent on ravishing her virgin body. The First Officer ran his fingers through the soft red hair of her bush, feeling her shiver as he fondled her so intimately. His fingers slid down to the top of her slit, pushing between her parted lips. She might be scared of him, but her pussy was wet. She would be easier to fuck wet. He felt the soft folds of her pussy, letting his fingers slide along her inner pussy, touching her in places that no man had ever been before. “The bitch is wet, just waiting for my hard cock,” he teased her in front of the men, holding up his wet fingers. His fingers circled the opening to her vagina, feeling her trying to press her body into the mattress to escape his intimate fondling of her body. “I love virgins. Nice tight, hot pussies. Such pleasure she will bring to me.” She tried to escape his touch, but he had her pinned to the bed, embarrassed that he had found her wet, unable to comprehend why or how. She feared what they would do to her, the pain and humiliation of being taken like an animal, bound and forced to submit. She felt him shifting his body on the bed. She opened her eyes to see him pull his pants down, his hard cock bobbing out the front. She couldn’t believe it. It was huge, a large cudgel with an ugly bend in it. The head was a dark purple, the size of a small fist. Two heavy, swollen balls hung below it. How will I be able to take such a massive weapon between my legs? She didn’t have time to think, the smelly body of the First Officer crushing her as his legs pushed out on her inner thighs, pushing them to the bed until she relinquished and bowed them out, feeling her pussy spreading wider. Her legs ached, spread too wide, but that was the least of her problems. He reached down between them, his hands grabbing his hard cock and placing at the opening to her pussy. She tried to move from side to side, anything to avoid the menacing weapon. His cock jerked in pleasure when the head touched her hot pussy, grunting in pleasure. He was going to enjoy this. Her tiny body squirmed beneath him, delighting at the way she salaciously rubbed against him. Her attempts to escape only gave him pleasure as she rubbed against his throbbing cock. “Time to fuck, Gretchen. Time to give me your virginity.” Stede pressed her into the mattress, his hand fisting his cock, pressing the massive head in the folds of her pussy, pushing apart her labia, feeling her heat. It jerked in excitement as he pressed forward. Gretchen fought as best she could, trying to buck the heavy man off her frail body, the slap of naked flesh humiliating her as she tried to prevent the First Officer from taking her body against her will. She felt throbbing flesh pushed against the opening of her pussy, thick and pulsating. She pushed her ass into the mattress to try to escape the hard cock, but his hips followed hers, his massive weight pressing down, the thick cock battering at the gates of her virginity. She groaned in pain as her lips stretched wider to accommodate the massive weapon, his knees forcing her legs out wider, her crotch splitting open. She screamed in pain and bucked under him, feeling his giant cock push inside her, feeling wetness, afraid she was bleeding as her pussy was forced to take the massive weapon inside her. Stede couldn’t wait any longer. The squealing redhead beneath him, the feel of her tight pussy around the head of his cock was more than he could handle. He shoved mightily with his hips, driving his cock inside her, feeling her grip the head of his cock, his cockhead banging against her maidenhood. She screamed and bucked underneath him, knowing that this was her last chance to escape the terrible pain. He looked down at her, her face clenched in pain, tears falling from her eyes. “Here it comes, wench!” He shoved hard, feeling her hymen stretch then suddenly tear, his hard cock pushing into the untouched depths of her pussy, feeling her pussy cling to his cock like a second skin. Gretchen’s head shot up into the air, her arms yanked hard on the ropes, the thick rope digging painfully into her wrists as he fucked her, his cock tearing through her hymen without regard to her pain. It hurt, hurt bad. His cock seemed to go on forever, driving deeper into her body as she bucked underneath him as she felt for the first time something inside her. Stede couldn’t control his lust any longer. Her screams made him harder, her bucking body inflamed his passions, feeling her virgin pussy gripping his cock as a lover would. “I do love a hot, tight virgin.” He pulled his cock back until only the head was grasped by her tightly stretched lips, jerking in pleasure in her hot passage. He pushed back in again, feeling her silky insides pushed brutally apart by his hard cock, sharp screams torn from her lips as she squirmed beneath him, her movements pleasuring his cock. He smashed his lips down on hers, smothering her screams as he shoved inside her pussy, driving his cock into her depths. He began to fuck her, increasing the length and depth of each stroke, her insides clinging to his thick cock. His hands reached down to her hips, pulling her up onto his cock, forcing her pussy to take his cock deeper. His foul breath was disgusting, his slobbering mouth covering hers in an apparent kiss as he fucked her, her body pinned as he hammered his cock into her with such brutal force that he bruised her hips with each powerful stroke. Her insides felt as if they were being ripped apart, stretched to the breaking point as his thick cock slid up and down inside her. Her throat was hoarse from screaming, the pain between her legs was unimaginable, feeling like a giant log was shoved inside her, relentless as it sawed in and out. She couldn’t believe how long it was. Each time she thought he was all the way inside her, he would pull out, then shove back in again, reaching new depths inside her, her body jolted with a fresh thrust inside her. Finally with a loud grunt he smashed into her, his thick cock buried deep inside her. She could feel it jerking, her insides clenched tightly around it. She felt it draw out; feeling like it was pulling her insides out as it did. He stopped when her pussy lips gripped the head, Gretchen taking a deep breath, knowing what was in store for her. She barely had time to think when he shoved back in again in one powerful thrust that took her pussy from empty to full in an instant, the thick, long cock banging powerfully against her cervix, bruising her insides as she screamed. He picked up the pace, his cock fucking her faster and faster now, her breath taken away by the battering her body was receiving, her once-virgin pussy now clinging to the cock that fucked her repeatedly. The crooked cock seemed to stretch her in places that it was not meant to go, the head dragging painfully along her passage, opening her up even wider than the thick cockhead required. Stede fucked her with all his might, showing his men how ruthless he was, fucking the redhead with his large cock. Her screams turned to sobs now, her head tossing around as he fucked her, her body pinned beneath him. His hands gripped her hips tightly, feeling her jerk when his fingers dug into her tender flesh, pulling her up on his cock, making her take each punishing stroke. He felt cum rushing up from his heavily laden balls, ready to dump his cum into the young girl. He pulled out, pushing back in again, burying his cock deep into her clenching body. He stopped deep inside her, his cock jerking in pleasure until he felt it. His cum shot up his shaft, jetting out inside her, bathing her once-virgin pussy with his hot seed. His cock jetted again, emptying his balls. It felt so good, savoring the tightness of her pussy that surrounded his cock, her sobbing increasing his orgasm as he shot the third and final load of cum inside her. He settled down on the girl, his cock slowly softening inside her, feeling her insides trying to push him out. She didn’t think she could last much longer, her pussy ravaged by his hard cock, her virginity lost forever. She felt him moving faster, his hips a blur as his cock moved in and out, hoping that he would cum in her soon. She didn’t have to wait long, his cock battering her insides, buried deep in her, waiting. She felt it, her pussy filled with his hot cum, soiled by his seed. It burned, load after load of cum filling her to overflowing. Finally she felt some relief, his cock softening, not as thick and hard, Gretchen squeezing her muscles on it, pushing it out. She could finally breathe again, turning on her side, drawing her knees up, wet cum dripping from her pussy. She felt a slap on her ass. “Good fuck, Gretchen. Now give my men a good ride,” Stede ordered her, laughing as she began to sob again. The Captain was excited as the ravishment unfolded before them, his hands fondling Stefani’s breasts with abandon, pinching her nipples until they turned hard in pain or pleasure, Stefani not sure which. Once the pirate took Gretchen’s virginity and began to fuck her, the Captain’s attention turned to beneath Stefani’s skirts. No matter how much she huffed and puffed in protest, the tight bondage gave her little power to stop him, his hands pushing her skirts out of the way until he found her naked legs. She tightened her thighs, determined to protect her treasures from the foul pirate. She felt sorry for Gretchen, hearing her cries of pain, seeing the humiliation etched on her face as the pirates watched her get fucked, her virgin pussy clinging to the hard shaft that plunged ruthlessly in and out of her. “Soon that will be you, but it will be me that will take your virginity. I will enjoy your cry as I take your prize. I will teach you the proper way to pleasure me with your hot, little pussy, or it will be the whip.” His hands slide up along her flanks, turning her toward him so he could caress her hip, grabbing her ass in his large hand and tighten on her firm flesh. She pushed forward, pushing her pussy against his hard cock. “You want my cock already?” Captain James teased Stefani, rubbing his cock against her pussy as she pushed back away from it only to shove her ass back into his waiting hands so he could grab her ass. “Watch how she takes his cock, see her pussy clinging to it like a second skin.” Captain James pulled Stefani back onto his cock, rubbing up and down her slit beneath her skirt as he clenched his fingers on her tight ass, humping her in pleasure as he watched Stede fuck the redhead. “Tonight you will take my cock in your mouth and make me cum.” He saw the disgusted look of defiance on her face. “Never; I will never do such a despicable thing, you filthy pirate.” She could only lay there as the Captain humped her like a dog in heat, feeling his hard cock rubbing along her pussy, her dress the only thing that kept him from fucking her. “NO! NO!” His hands slid in the edge of her underwear, tearing the material until she felt his hands on her naked flesh. His calloused hands clenched tightly on her satiny skin, pulling her back and forth on his cock that rubbed against her. “I have ways to make you submit. Painful ways for you and your handmaidens. Ways that I will enjoy.” He loved the way her skin felt, so soft and tender, her squirming against his cock bringing such pleasure. But he didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to save his cum, save it to fill her mouth with his cum, forcing her to swallow it. That would be the final degradation, her lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he fucked her mouth. Stefani could only suffer his fondling as the ravishment of Gretchen continued. As soon as the First Officer got off her, a new pirate, his pants already around his ankles, his hand stroking his cock, pulled her onto her back again, sliding between her legs, spreading them painfully wide. He rubbed her soaked pussy with his cock, then plunged into her tearing a gasp from her lips as he took her hard. By the time the fourth man had cum inside her, she was almost comatose, staring up blankly on the bed as the man on top used her body for his pleasure, his hands roaming over her body at will. The next man slapped her, her head jolted, wanting some action out of the girl. They began to pinch and prod Gretchen to get some action out of her, making her react to the continuing orgy. The last man finally got off of her, her body limp, the bed soaked in cum, her red bush now matted with cum, sticking to her skin. She couldn’t even close her legs, still exposed, tiny whimpers still mewing from her lips. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, her inner thighs red and bruised from the pirates that forced her to spread her legs for them. She was a ravished redhead. Chapter 3 Princess Stefani Learns to Please the Captain with Her Mouth The Captain rose up from the bed, his hands pulling out from under Stefani’s skirts. “Take these wenches and hog tie them. This one to my quarters. Clean up the redhead. I want her bound in my cabin tonight. She is going to help me convince the Princess to service my cock with her lovely mouth.” The other girls were hauled off to the corner of the hold. Small mattresses were placed on the floor, the girls forced to lie on their stomach while the pirates took turns hog-tying them. Each girl moaned in pain as her turn came, the pirates, experienced at bending girls’ supple bodies. Their arms were drawn painfully behind them, their legs drawn up to meet them, and their bodies bowed as the pirates yanked the ropes tight until even their heads were drawn up from the floor. To keep them in this position, their hair was pulled behind them, tied to the ropes on their ankles, pulling painfully on their scalps. Their faces were etched in pain, their cheeks covered in tears as they sobbed in the terrible, tight bondage. Their breasts were pushed out obscenely by the position, their partially naked bosoms heaving, the pirates’ hands slipping into their dresses to cruelly twist and pull on their nipples until they cried out loudly in pain. Hands caressed their legs; dirty hands sliding up and down their legs until they reached the lush asses, squeezing their cheeks while the girls squirmed beneath the powerful hands, their pussies inadvertently rubbing on the hard mattresses. Finally, they were left alone, the pirates needed to do some work or the Captain would have their heads. The pirates went on deck, leaving the girls bound tightly in the hot hold, their bodies already beginning to sweat profusely, their muscles aching from the stringent bondage. First Officer Stede pulled Princess Stefani up by her hair, tears in her eyes as he ripped her hair. “To the Captain’s quarters for you, wench,” pushing her out of the hold and down the corridor to the Officers’ quarters. His lust was temporarily quenched, needing to get back on deck or all of his men would be slacking off. He pushed her into the Captain’s quarters, throwing her ruthlessly on his bed. She bounced on the bed until Stede flipped her over onto her back. He took a length of rope, tied it to the headboard, the other end tied around her neck in a slipknot, pulling it tight until it dug into her white neck. He tied one leg to the end of the bed, stretching her nubile body taut. “I wouldn’t pull too much or you’ll hang yourself,” he laughed as she squirmed on the bed. “Tonight you’ll suck the Captain’s cock.” “Never,” she protested, her arms aching from lying on them, gulping as the rope was too tight around her neck. She would never do such a despicable thing. She was more scared of Stede than the Captain. No matter how cruel the ravishment of Gretchen was, Stefani couldn’t take her eyes off of the mighty weapon between Stede’s legs. It was huge and with that crook in it, she was sure that it tore Gretchen up each time he thrust inside her. Yet Stefani’s eyes watched it so intently, thrusting in and out with each powerful thrust, poor Gretchen’s body bouncing to take his massive weapon. “You’ll be surprised at the things you will do tonight, lovely lady. I will see you tonight.” He slammed the door; leaving Stefani bound on the bed. “Bathe the little whore,” the Captain yelled to one of the pirates. Gretchen looked terrible. Her red hair was matted, her sex raw. He needed her fresh for tonight; more unspeakable acts would be committed on her tender body. Terror filled her eyes as they tied her arms behind her back, another rope around her waist. She didn’t realized what they were going to do until it was too late. She was thrown overboard from the stern of the ship, hitting the cold, hard water with a loud splash, her scream silenced as she slowly sank under water, the speeding ship pulling her in its wake. Her head bobbed up to the surface, choking and spitting before she went back under, swallowing a mouthful of water as she sank. They finally pulled her back up on deck, her body chilled by the cold water, her nipples standing out erect, hard and frozen. At least she was clean, the water washing away what seemed like gallons of sperm that had been dumped into her body by the chain of men that fucked her. She almost looked presentable, her red hair sticking to her head. She bent over on the deck, vomiting a belly full of sea water. Gretchen’s lungs burned, vomiting up the gallons of seawater that filled her stomach, her body shaking from the cold. She was sure they were going to kill her when they threw her overboard, hitting the water painfully, the waves crashing down on her forcing the salty water into her mouth and nose while she gagged and choked. And then she sank beneath the waves, the darkness and cold overtaking her, struggling on the end of the rope until her lungs burned in pain. Miraculously she floated back to the top, only to sink back below the water again. She was almost thankful to be pulled up into the ship, in spite of what they had planned for her tonight, her teeth chattering from the frigid cold water. “Put her in the hold until tonight. Then we’ll string her up in the Captain’s quarters. The whip will make her dance tonight.” He saw the look on her face at the mention of the whip. Stede was an expert at extracting the maximum amount of pain from females, enjoying their screams as the whip visited the most intimate parts of their bodies. They quickly grabbed Gretchen and carried her off to the hold to join the others; hogtied, her body stretched until she thought her bones were breaking. But it would be nothing to the pain she would feel tonight. She knew how cruel the First Officer was, still feeling him inside her, taking her virginity with that massive weapon. She wasn’t sure after he took her whether all men’s organs were shaped like his, but after four more men took her, she realized that his was deformed, hoping that she would never have to endure it again. It seemed like days, not hours before the pirates returned to the girls, their bodies finally released from the stringent hogtie bondage. The girls didn’t even mind when the pirates took liberties with their bodies, hands hanging uselessly at their sides as the dirty hands of the pirate’s ravished their bodies. One girl was pushed over onto her hands and knees, her ass pushed up into the air, her skirt over her back as a pirate spanked her as if she were an errant schoolgirl. The spanking stopped and the fondling began, her legs thrust apart to allow access to her soft inner thighs, three sharp slaps forcing her to spread wider, a large hand swinging upward to lash at her pussy, her body almost thrown forward as she screamed in pain. “Which one tonight?” The pirates eyed the eight lovely girls, already planning the night’s orgy. Camilla screamed when they pointed to her and pulled her to her feet. Hands ran all over her body as she squirmed, trying to escape them. They laughed as they threw off her feeble attempts to stop them from having their way with her. “You’ll fuck nicely for us tonight. Ten hard cocks will fuck that hot, tight, virgin pussy. Then it will be your mouth, sucking us until we’re hard, hard enough to fuck you in your ass.” They laughed as they hauled her off to the center of the hold. The bed in the center of the hold was ready for its latest victim, clean sheets ready to soak up the gallons of cum that would drip from all of her holes before they were finished with her. Camilla struggled as one pirate threw her tiny body over his shoulder, her legs kicking as he carried her to the bed. Two of the pirates carried Gretchen screaming and kicking to the Captain’s quarters after allowing her to dress after her bath. They told her she would be punished, punished until Princess Stefani consented to the loathsome act of sucking his cock, a task that Princess Stefani was untrained and unwilling to perform. Gretchen would try to hold out, suffering the punishment to protect her mistress but not without a struggle. After her orgy, she feared the pirates, feared the cruelty that seemed to know no bounds. Especially Stede and his deformed organ. “You were spared a good ass fucking, but I think the First Officer will remedy the situation tonight. Your screams will make his cock hard, and he has already had your pussy. No, tonight it will be your virgin asshole that will take the First Officer’s thick, crooked cock. It’ll bring you such painful cramps when he sodomizes you. And when he cums in you, he will force you to suck his cock clean, your lips and tongue will bathe his soiled cock until it glistens.” They laughed as she struggled harder, realizing how degrading and painful tonight would be. Stefani was already bound on the bed, her arms pulled behind her back. The rope around her neck was already drawn tight, Stefani gulping constantly, unable to loosen the rope. The bodice of her dress had already slipped down from her struggles, half of one of her breasts almost hanging out, her legs partially uncovered. She saw the way the men looked at her, lust in their eyes as they ogled her half-naked bosom. They made quick work of Gretchen. Her wrists were bound with thick rope and tied three times around her slim wrists. They readied the saddle for her, seeing the look of terror on her face when she saw it. It was a regular saddle for a horse, but it was adapted for punishment. Gretchen would have to ride it as a man would, straddle the wide saddle with her legs parted wide. The front half of the saddle was lined with sharp, metal spikes laced across the leather every inch. Only the back of the saddle, a tiny expanse of leather of about four inches was free of the instruments of torture, the only spot where her body wouldn’t be pierced by the spikes. She struggled when she saw the saddle, the pirates ripping the clothes from her body as she tried to run away, a slap across the face or a punch in her stomach making her docile. Her dress, already in tatters, was torn from her body. Her undergarments, still damp from the bath in the cold, harsh water were stripped from her body by the knives of the pirates. She shivered, naked and cold, as they threw her body onto the saddle, swinging her leg over the saddle, her naked flesh hitting the cold leather harshly. She struggled to keep from sliding onto the spikes; sure they would tear her pussy to ribbons. She had to thrust her ass up high, the main purpose behind the ingenious saddle. It would force her to offer up her gorgeous ass for the lash of the whip. Or even worse, the pirates talking of the First Officer taking her in her ass. She couldn’t understand how any man would want to be inside such a place, but these pirates were cruel and perverted. Nothing they would do would surprise her. Any attempt to escape the cruel lash would result in the tearing of her pussy on the sharp spikes. Captain James had many ingenious toys to force a female to facilitate her own whipping, thrusting out the body part to be attacked by the whip. Gretchen was bent forward, a rope around her neck drawing her head down, her ass having no choice but to arch up higher. When she felt her body slid along the saddle, sliding dangerously close to the metal spikes, she pushed her ass out obscenely, not even caring how it looked. She could feel her ass cheeks parting, the wide spread of her legs as she was forced to straddle the smooth, cold saddle, all the while she had to thrust her bottom up into the air as if she were begging to be ravished in such a hole. Stede watched as they prepared her, finally standing behind her, his hand fondling her ass cheeks, the white, unblemished skin untouched. “Yes, I’m going to enjoy beating those lovely cheeks.” He let his hands roam down her crease, the saddle not allowing her to close her thighs, unable to stop his fingers from having his way with her. He eyed that tiny dimple between her cheeks, her virgin asshole, his cock jerking at the thought of being encased in such a hot, tight hole. “NO! NO!” She screamed when his finger slid between her cheeks, rubbing over her raised anus, humiliated that she was so exposed and vulnerable, the pirate touching her in such an intimate spot. She felt his callused finger rubbing around her tiny opening which clenched uncontrollably as she felt the pressure of his finger on the hole. “I’m going to fuck your asshole tonight, Gretchen. My large cock is going to split your ass open. But first, you will teach your Mistress to obey the Captain. It is your body that will suffer under the lash until she relents and sucks his cock like a willing slut.” Captain James entered the room, first noticing the naked, white ass that was arched up so high. “Are you enjoying the saddle, Gretchen? Careful you don’t slide forward. The spikes will tear that lovely pussy to shreds.” He laughed. “Ah, Princess Stefani.” He bowed before her jokingly. “You certainly look ravishing this evening.” He saw her half-naked breasts, the pure white skin pushing out the top of her dress. He would soon have them naked, fondling them while the First Officer would begin whipping Gretchen. He reached down to the front of his trousers, making sure that Stefani had a good view. The noose prevented her from turning her head. “Keep your eyes open or I’ll have you stripped naked.” He unbuttoned the front of his trousers, reaching in with his hand, his cock already hard. He pulled it out, the large member popping out of the tight confines of the trousers. He stroked it as it grew more, the thick head growing wider, the shaft growing harder and longer as his hand slid up and down. “Are you ready to suck my cock, Stefani?” His fingers ran over the head, his finger snapping at the hole until it leaked. “And drink my cum?” He laughed when he saw the look of disgust on her face. “Never, you filthy pirate,” Stefani shouted back, spitting at the Captain. She was forced to look at his organ, his hand making it longer as he stroked it unashamedly. She could never take such a filthy thing in her mouth, seeing the head already glistening with his juices. She watched carefully as he lay down on the bed beside her, almost expecting him to hit her, her body cringing each time he moved toward her. She felt his hand touch her, pulling her closer toward him, choking as the rope pulled tighter around her neck. He relented, pushing her up a bit until she could breathe again, but she felt his thick, naked cock throbbing against her hip. It felt so hot, almost burning her. “The First Officer is going to whip and beat your lovely handmaiden, Gretchen. He’ll start with your ass, then work on her precious tits. He will make those titties dance on her chest. The First Officer has found that after being punished, a female is a much better fuck. I’m not sure if it is the pain they are suffering or the desire not to repeat the punishment that makes them more accommodating.” “Don’t worry, M’Lady,” Gretchen’s voice shot back, turning her head so she could see Stefani. “They won’t break me.” “Just remember, Stefani, the punishment doesn’t stop until I cum in your mouth. Even if you relent sooner, Gretchen will continue being punished until your mouth draws the cum from my balls and fills your mouth. I will enjoy her cries as you suck my cock.” He laughed. “Begin, First Officer. Such a lovely white ass; made for striping.” Stede slid his hand over Gretchen’s up-thrust ass cheeks, stroking the silky flesh, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. He hit her ass cheek with his palm, the powerful slap with his large hand covering one whole cheek. “EEEHH, OWWW,” she screamed, her ass burning, the unexpected slap catching her off guard, her body shooting forward, her pussy sliding along the first row of spikes painfully, tearing her delicate flesh, her ass quickly shooting back as if she were offering her ass up for more punishment. Her ass cheek stung from the blow. She arched up higher, preparing for the next, his hand slowly caressing her flesh as she imagined a lover might. She didn’t have to wait long. The other cheek received the brunt of the slap, her body tensed up, pushing out as if she wanted to be painfully spanked. She grunted, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of another shriek of pain, biting her lip until it bled. The spanks came quicker, alternating between her cheeks, striking one, then the other, the flesh burning, but she continued to push her ass up into the air, even higher than necessary, anything to escape the cruel spikes. Captain James’ one hand masturbated up and down his cock, keeping it hard and erect, his other hand pulling Stefani closer. “She seems to like her ass spanked, look at the way she pushes her ass up into the air. You can see her pussy, even her tiny asshole, begging to be fucked.” His hand slide over Stefani’s breast, feeling Stefani struggle as his hand encircled one tit, squeezing it tightly, pulling her back against his throbbing cock. “Lovely tits,” was his only comment as she struggled against him. “He’s going to get a paddle now that her ass is pink.” Gretchen shuddered when she saw the paddle, a hard, rough-hewn, wooden board with a handle. He rubbed the paddle along her ass cheeks, the skin already tender, the wood harsh. She braced for the first strike, driving her ass up into the air, holding her breath. She heard the whoosh as the paddle broke through the air, then the thud as it hit her ass, forcing her forward. Gretchen gritted her teeth as she fought the movement of her body. Suddenly it hit her, the sudden pain that shot from her ass to her brain. “EEEEEHHH,” she screamed; the pain almost unbearable. The paddle felt like it touched everywhere, her cheeks ablaze in pain, throbbing. Stefani felt the Captain’s cock jump when Gretchen screamed, pulsating against her hip, his fingers gripping her breast tighter. She could feel his heavy breathing; he was getting more excited now that the punishment was getting more severe. She felt a wet spot on her hip, his cock leaking his hot juices on her skin. How disgusting. The paddle rang out six more times, each time a louder scream torn from Gretchen’s lips, the final one the loudest, her body pushed forward, her pussy sliding harshly against the spikes before she pulled back screaming in pain. Her ass looked bruised, the white skin now red, almost purple, her body shaking in pain, a luster of sweat covering her naked body. It looked like she was trying to fuck the saddle, her hips thrusting back and forth between the paddle on her ass and the spikes on the saddle. Gretchen couldn’t imagine the pain when she agreed to take the punishment to protect her mistress. These men were sadistic, her screams exciting them more. Her ass felt as if it were raw meat, hot and burning. But she also felt something else. The friction as she rubbed her pussy back and forth across the smooth leather of the saddle. She was ashamed that she was wet. She turned toward the First Officer, the paddle now replaced with a riding crop, the black leather worn and supple from continuous use on the lovely bodies of other captives. “No, not that!” she cried out, her pleas useless, the hard cock of the First Officer straining his trousers; his arousal would only be satisfied by her ass tonight. Captain James’ hand roamed over Stefani’s breasts casually, his powerful hands able to squeeze the firm flesh until she moaned. He couldn’t wait until it was time to whip Gretchen’s tits, the time when he would strip Stefani naked to the waist, her breasts revealed to his eyes and fingers. “He is going to use the crop on her ass, paying special attention to the tightly clenched cheeks and the tiny anus snuggled so protectively inside. Her voice will rise up in song when he strikes her unprotected anus with the harsh leather, tenderizing it for the sodomy he has planned for her.” “How can you do such loathsome things to a defenseless girl? Such unspeakable acts?” Stefani’s breasts were being cruelly treated, the pirate captain mauling them as if he owned them, Stefani embarrassed at his fondling in front of everyone. No one had ever touched her there before, not even her betrothed. She found her nipples growing erect, sure that it was from the harshness of his touch. She felt sorry for Gretchen, seeing her butt beaten, the crop ready to extract even greater cries from her lips. “Push your ass up, my lovely little flower,” Stede teased Gretchen, his hands rubbing sensuously over her heated ass flesh. She cringed each time he rubbed too hard over the welts and bruises he had inflicted on her flesh. His fingers rubbed between her cheeks, aided by the sweat of her body, sliding on the flesh until he felt her dimpled anus, her sharp intake of breath signaling his success at finding the tiny hole. He pressed with his finger, her body struggling to prevent entry to her most intimate part. “NO! NO!” Gretchen cried out when she felt the large finger pushing against her anal opening, humiliated at raising her butt up as if she were offering her backside to be breached. She felt the pressure of the finger at her opening and tightened her cheeks in one last vain attempt to stop the breach of her anus, the wide expanse of the saddle leaving her open and vulnerable to his probing finger. “AGGGHHH,” she screamed, her ass pushed down as she struggled under his probing, her pussy sliding along the sharp spikes until she thrust her ass up to escape, only succeeding in aiding his probing, his finger sliding into her rectum until her anal ring gripped his finger up to the first joint, clasping onto the calloused finger in a death grip. She couldn’t believe the pain, the finger burning as it slid inside her un-lubricated hole, twisting and turning as it massaged her rectal muscles as she tightened on it, afraid of having an accident. “Such a hot, tight opening, Gretchen. My cock is going to love being buried in your buttery insides.” Her face turned red in shame as he skewered his finger up her asshole, twisting and turning as she struggled beneath him. He pulled his finger from her asshole, feeling her clenching muscles clinging to it until it popped out noisily, almost as if she didn’t want it to leave her insides. The crop lightly tapped her beaten flesh, her body jumping at each loud slap of the leather. “Now keep that ass up in the air for me, Gretchen.” The first strike of the crop was deafening. Not the strap hitting, but the scream extracted from Gretchen’s mouth. The First Officer, an expert with the crop, drew it down exactly along the crease in her ass, the harsh leather slapping painfully along her crack and delicate anal opening. It felt as if he was ripping her anus open; the intense pain turning to a burning as he sliced her down the middle with the crop. She tried to tighten her cheeks but only succeeding in sliding up the saddle, her pussy slicing along the spikes before she raised back up again, offering her asshole up to the crop again. A painful grunt was the only sound she could make before he forced another scream from her lips. This one was more painful, her anus already tender and abused, the leather hitting the tiny nerve endings around her anus exploding into a pain that raced to her brain. Five times he struck her down the crease; five times he beat her anus, the tiny hole now red and raw, quivering as spasms ran through her body. Each scream caused by the crop brought about a second, fainter scream as her body was forced onto the spikes, tearing her pussy lips, only to draw up her ass again to meet the slap of the crop. Stede put the whip down; his fingers caressed her again, pulling apart her cheeks wider to expose her red, abused anus. “Yes, I like the color of it now.” He pushed his finger against the hole, his dry digit pushing into her rectum as she groaned in pain. But she didn’t fight the intrusion; she let him have his way with her asshole, resigned to her fate, the whipping taking any fight out of her. He knew her fight would be short lived. Once he began on her breasts, she would fight again, making them dance for him and the whip. He felt the spasms run through her anus, clenching and unclenching uncontrollably as he screwed his dry finger up her hole, Gretchen pushing back on his finger as if she were enjoying the fingering of her asshole. He massaged her muscle, feeling her tighten on his finger as he corkscrewed it deeper into her asshole. He pulled his finger almost all the way out, leaving it just inside her anal ring, as he circled the stretched skin. It would have to stretch wide or tear to take his cock up her backside, but her screams would make all of the effort worthwhile. “Now for her tits.” The Captain slid his hands inside Stefani’s bodice finding her naked flesh, hearing the sharp intake of her breath as her nipples were touched by male fingers. “I’m going to make your tits naked so I can play with them while the First Officer abuses little Gretchen’s tits.” Stefani squirmed as best she could, but she couldn’t escape the fingers that slipped down the front of her dress, her nipples suddenly springing to life with the first touch of the calloused fingers. She turned red in shame, her body reacting to the forced fondling, dreading the moment when he would make them naked, not only to him but anyone in the room. She bit her lip, unwilling to give the Captain any satisfaction, suffering quietly the fondling of her body. Gretchen’s freedom was short lived as she was released from the saddle and allowed to stand while a new coil of rope and bench were brought in. “I’m going to work on those pretty, little titties next,” the First Officer smiled as he twisted her around, making her sit on a hard bench brought in just for her humiliation. Her eyes widened in terror as she figured out the strange device. The chair had a shelf attached to the front of it, adjustable up or down. The First Officer raised it up until it sat just below her naked breasts. “Yes, this is for those delicious tits to sit on. But first I’m going to warm them up a bit.” He bound her arms high up behind her back, a rope affixed to rings pulling her backward. A wooden pole stuck out horizontally from the wall behind her, aimed directly at the small of her back. As she was pulled backward by her wrists, her back hit the pole as the rope tightened, her body having no choice but to arch outward, thrusting her breasts out as an offering, the twin peaks standing so proudly and making ideal targets. She trembled in fear as the First Officer stood before her, the first slap of her breast by his hand catching her by surprise. His large palm hit her tender flesh, making her breast dance on her chest, jiggling back and forth, the pain of the blow rushing to her brain. “How could you do such a vile thing?” She cried out in pain as he hand backhanded her other breast; the tender, white flesh bearing the brunt of the slap, both of her breasts jiggling back and forth, Gretchen forced to keep them arched out and available by the pole in her back. The sound of his hand hitting her tender flesh rang out in the room, her breasts moving up and down as he rained a series of blows on the tender flesh while she screamed in pain. Stefani wasn’t faring much better as the Captain’s hands became more urgent, her bodice tearing as he crushed her naked breasts in the palm of his large hand. The Captain’s powerful hand yanked the garment, the threads pulling until they burst, the cloth becoming a rag hanging uselessly to the sides. She closed her eyes not wanting to see her own debasement from the likes of the Captain. She felt the rush of cool air on her skin knowing that her dress was gone, her breasts naked and exposed. She shivered, partly in fear, partly because she couldn’t explain how she felt as the Captain’s fingers tugged on her nipples pulling the tips. They had become so hard, her body betraying her to the Captain. Surely he must think this was arousing her. “OOOW,” she moaned when he twisted her nipples, pulling and stretching them as if they weren’t connected to her body. She opened her eyes, her nipples pulled out over two inches, stretched, the tips aching, his fingers like giant pincers on her flesh. He bounced Stefani’s tits, watching them move up and down on her chest. Her nipples were so pink and swollen, dark brown areolas surrounding the swollen tips as if they were targets for his fingers. Her flesh was so firm, his hands crushing her breasts and then watching them spring back to life, ripe and proud. He loved her moans of pain when he pinched them too hard. If she thought that hurt, wait until she felt the pinch of nipple clamps. He even had a pair of sterling silver nipple clamps, fit for the likes of a Queen. Or a Princess. Stede worked Gretchen’s tits with the riding crop now, no part of the tender flesh untouched, lifting her breasts up by the nipples so the crop could slap harshly on the soft underbelly. Her nipples were last, slashing at the tip with all of his strength, making sure he just barely hit them, making sure the pink tips bore the brunt of the lash. Her screams were priceless, shaking her tits back and forth for his amusement, the crop forcing her to continue when she slowed down, turning the white flesh into a mass of dark pink and red. The pain was unbearable, her tender flesh beaten unmercifully; no part of her breasts was untouched. The First Officer committed the final unspeakable act; her nipples were subjected to the lash of the crop, the tips brushed harshly by the leather crop, the pain harsh and acute, the pain shooting into her tender flesh. He finally stopped, and Gretchen sobbed in pain, hoping that it was over. Stede moved the shelf up until it sat snuggly against the underside of her breasts, sitting them on the shelf as if they were an offering to the Gods. He lashed a belt around her waist, pinning her tightly to the bench, fear in her eyes as she stared down, her breasts so unprotected. His fingers slid over the hot flesh, a pretty red already, moving down until he got to her nipples. He felt them harden from the touch, growing longer and presenting a bigger target. He moved to the side of the table, picking up the shiny chain, dangling it in Gretchen’s face. “Have you ever seen nipple clamps? Soon you will feel them. Notice the clamps, the powerful jaws, and these jagged edges to bite painfully into your tender nipples. The long chain will allow me to yank them, stretch out your nipples, giving me a bigger target to punish. You will sing loudly for me now, sing for your Mistress to submit to sucking the Captain’s cock.” The Captain was enjoying Stefani’s tits, his hands and fingers mauling her flesh, making her squirm uncontrollably against his cock as he rubbed up and down against her. He pulled on her nipples, tears running from her eyes as she silently suffered under his fingers. “He’s going to really hurt her tits now. The bench will not give; the breasts will receive the full brunt of the punishment. All you have to do is take my organ in your mouth and her suffering will soon end.” “No! No, please No!!” Gretchen pleaded. She saw the clamps in his hands, the sharp teeth glistening in the candlelight. The First Officer pinched her nipple, pulled it as the clamp opened, poised over the left nipple. “EEEEEHH,” her scream rang out in the room, almost scaring everyone with its intensity. It felt as if he slit her nipple with a knife, the pain acute and intense shooting into her brain, her eyes filled with tears, her breath halting. She couldn’t even catch her breath before a clamp was attached to her right nipple; her screams ringing out again. Stede stared at her nipples, the clamps biting deep into the flesh, the tips almost bursting as the blood rushed to the end. If she thought the pain was bad now, wait until he took them off. It would be twice as bad. He pulled on the middle of the chain, pulling it over to the far side of the shelf until they were stretched taut. As he tugged, a new scream tore from her mouth. “Yes, hurts doesn’t it? Maybe you would like to ask your Mistress to suck the Captain’s cock now?” He saw her shake her head, unable to speak, the pain overwhelming. He yanked on the chain, her breasts pulling, her nipples stretching, the clamps biting harder into her flesh. “Now would you like to ask her?” Another yank, another scream, her nipples now drawn out two inches, elongated and pointed, the flesh tortured beneath the sharp clamps. He secured them to the other end of the shelf, her breasts now pinned down. He picked up a shaving strap, the belt over three inches wide, used to sharpen a straight razor. He bent it in half, the hard leather firmly pushed out at least a foot. He saw her eyes watch his arm as he raised it up, momentarily pausing before shooting back down, the leather strap hitting her squarely on both tits, slapping the flesh into the unyielding wood, bruising her tender breast flesh. Her screams made his cock jump in excitement. Another strike to the same place was rewarded with another scream, this not as intense as the last. The next blow struck her crushed nipples, her screams almost continuous now. He strapped her breasts six times, three times her nipples receiving the brunt of the punishment. He stopped, Gretchen unable to scream any longer, her breathing ragged, her eyes glazed over in pain. “Are you ready to submit, Gretchen?” Stefani couldn’t believe the cruelty of the First Officer. Surely the Captain would intervene and stop the torture of the poor girl. But the Captain’s fingers joined in the cruelty, pinching and pawing her breasts harder and harder with each blow, his cock throbbing and jerking as it rubbed against her in unison to the lash of the strap. Gretchen’s screams were deafening in the small room, her face masked with pain as her body shook. “NO MORE!” Gretchen cried out in pain. “Please, M’Lady. Submit to the Captain. I can’t take it anymore. He is ruining me. Please!!” “Stop. I will submit to your evil demands.” Stefani didn’t know how she would take his filthy penis in her mouth and let him have his way with her. And she didn’t know how she would survive him filling her mouth with his filthy seed. But she couldn’t let Gretchen bear any more pain. They were too cruel. “Just stop with Gretchen.” The Captain turned Stefani toward him, pushing her down until her naked breasts push up against his naked, hard cock. He pulled her closer until he snuggled his cock in the cleavage of her twin peaks, pressing them together, encasing them in her hot flesh. “That isn’t the deal, M’Lady. The First Officer will stop when you complete your task. When you have sucked the seed from my loins. And it is her sex that will receive the lash next. Her spread legs will receive the lash on her slit and her asshole. It’ll make your sucking of my cock that much more enjoyable, to hear her screams of pain. It’ll also make her much more docile for the First Officer when he sodomizes her.” The First Officer was already preparing Gretchen. She screamed when he released the clamps, thinking the pain would stop but finding it much more intense when the blood rushed to the crushed tips. The nipples stood out hard, over an inch, the tips an angry red. His mouth engulfed each nipple, licking the blood from the tips, feeling her squirm in pain as he sucked the sensitive and abused tips into his mouth. He made her scream when he bit each nipple in turn, grinding his crooked teeth on them. He pulled her off the pole that shoved her tits out, pushing her until she was on her back, her bound hands underneath her. He tied her down on the bench, a leather strap around her stomach pinning her to the bench, her head tilted back, staring up at the ceiling. She felt hands on her ankles, thick, harsh rope tied around each ankle, pulled tight, too tight. She could only look up as the other ends of the ropes were strung over the beams in the cabin, each to the sides. She saw the First Officer pull on the other end of one of the ropes, and her leg rose up. He didn’t stop until her ass began to pull up from the bench, her leg almost touching the ceiling. He moved to the other, this time her legs spreading as this leg was pulled to the side. She felt her pussy lips parting from the wide expanse, her crotch beginning to ache from the wide spread. She felt so spread, the air in the room blowing on her widely exposed sex, knowing how open she was, how vulnerable her sex would be to the lash. “Not that!” She screamed out loudly when she saw the five-strand whip in his hand. Each leather strand, already thick and hard, was tipped with a large knot. It was intended to hit the largest amount of area with each stoke and the knots were built to tear into tender flesh. Stede’s calloused hands rubbed between her legs, past her knees to caress her tender inner thighs, stopping to clench tightly onto her flesh, compressing the silky flesh between his powerful hands until she cried out in pain. “Yes, such a tender cunt,” he remarked when he drew the cry from her lips. He stood between her widely spread legs, her ass drawn up into the air, her pussy and even the tiny anal ring pulled up and wide, exposed to his hands and fingers. She could only sob and squirm as his hands ran over her sex, casually pinching her labia with his fingers, enjoying the luxurious feel of her satiny, red pussy hair, yanking out strands to hear her yelp in pain. Stefani felt her body being manipulated into position when the Captain grew tired of masturbating his cock between her breasts. It felt as if they were burning when he dripped drops of hot precum between them as he stroked his cock back and forth in mock masturbation. He gripped her head too tight, feeling as if he had her in a vise, pulling her face toward his throbbing cock. As she got closer, she had no choice but to stare at it, the dark red helmet on it almost purple with lust, the massive head the size of a baby’s fist. The shaft was thick, lined with large veins running its length down to a heavy ball sack, covered with hair that hung below him like a sack of potatoes. His cock must be at least ten inches long and three inches thick, a weapon that Stefani could never have imagined. How can I take such a foul thing in my mouth? Already she could smell him; the musky male odor penetrating her nostrils. She gagged at the first whiff, sure that she would vomit when her mouth was breached by the foul member. The Captain stopped her about two inches from his cock, her hot breath making it jerk in anticipation of being encased in her hot, wet mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around his girth to provide the necessary friction to stroke his cock to a climax. His hands stroked her face almost lovingly. “I want you to stick your tongue out and lick the head of my cock. You’ll get the taste of my juices.” The whistle of the whip breaking the air in the room was the only thing Stefani heard, followed by the shrill cry of pain that broke the silence in the room. Stefani looked to the side, seeing Gretchen’s body still jerking in pain, deep red marks on her inner thighs, her labia speckled with drops of blood. The First Officer was grinning in delight as he stood between Gretchen’s legs, the whip in his hand, enjoying whipping Gretchen. Gretchen felt as if her skin was torn from her body, the thick knots leaving red welts where they made contact with her skin, one strand running straight down her slit, sliding painfully between her lips to tear her tender inner flesh, jerking along until it beat her vaginal opening. The pain was intense; nothing she had ever felt was this bad; not even the ravishment that had been inflicted on her by the crew. Tears fell from her eyes as she sobbed and pleaded with the First Officer. “Please, M’Lady, suck his cock. I can’t stand this much longer. Please, make him cum.” Stefani knew she had to submit and opened her mouth wide while the Captain hefted his cock and aimed for her mouth, her red lips curled back in disgust. She watched as if in slow motion, his cock moving forward until she felt it run over her lips, sliding along her tongue to sit heavily inside her mouth. She could only submit, her lips submissively closing on the thick member, feeling the hot flesh inside her mouth, gagging as she realized what she was doing. She saw them all looking at her as her tongue run over the head inside her mouth, the salty, thick cum quickly assaulting her taste buds with his foul cum. “Yes, the Lady seems to have a talent for cock sucking,” the Captain teased her as her tongue played over his cock. He fed more of his cock into her mouth, holding her by the sides of her head, Stefani struggling as she had no control over the depth of his cock in her mouth. “Lap at the shaft,” feeling her tongue run up and down the shaft, her tongue slapping along the head as her tight lips stretched around the thick meat. The bench rocked and shook as Gretchen was lashed between the legs again, a ghastly scream drawn from her lips as a knot tore at her clit. The First Officer rubbed her beaten sex between lashes almost gently, moving her from pain to pleasure. Her only salvation was Princess Stefani sucking the Captain’s cock, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to last long in the velvet confines of her virgin mouth. Stefani couldn’t do much except lay there, her mouth used for his pleasure, her tongue and lips trying hard to extract the foul seed that would stop Gretchen’s pain. He smiled down at her as his hips moved back and forth, his cock head hitting the back of her mouth, gagging her as the thick helmet tried to breach her throat. Her tongue moved faster, hoping to make him cum before he tried to shove it down her throat, Stefani sure that she would suffocate if he did. His penis seemed to get bigger, filling her mouth, banging into the sides of her cheeks, leaking his filthy-tasting cum on her tongue as she tightened her lips on the thick shaft, hoping to stop the forward motion of the cockhead before it breached her throat. The taste of his cock was foul, his sweat and God-knows what else clung to her lips as she gagged each time she was forced to lick the head. Her eyes darted to the others watching her service his cock, ashamed at having to perform such a despicable act in front of everyone. “GGGHHH,” she gagged as the Captain’s hands pressed tightly against her ears, pinning her head as he thrust his hips forward, his balls slapping against her chin as his cock pushed to the back of her throat. She felt it stop temporarily, the Captain straining harder and then it popped painfully into her throat. It felt like a wooden pole was being forcefully jammed down her throat, tears running down her cheeks as she choked, the gagging opening her throat only to have her muscles tighten on the thick flesh that filled it to overflowing. The Captain grunted before pushing hard with his hips, holding her head while he thrust his cock into her face. Her lips were curled around his cock, stretched wide, her eyes opened in surprise as he breached her throat with his cock. He saw the tears in her eyes, but he was more interested in the exquisite pleasure of her throat muscles masturbating him as they clenched on and off his thick cock. Her natural reaction to push out the intrusion was milking his cock better than her hand could; her gagging and choking making his cock jerk in pleasure. He pulled his cock from her throat, seeing the relief etched in her tear-stained face, her tongue busily bathing his cock hoping to make him cum. He waited patiently while Stede readied to lash Gretchen, the Captain wanting to cum while she screamed. Stede picked up a leather strap, duel strands that ran to a point, hard leather that would leave an indelible mark on her body, especially when splitting apart her labia. “No more!” Gretchen begged, but she knew it would do no good; the new strap wouldn’t be put away by the First Officer until he had made her scream in pain. Her only relief was that the Princess would finally make the Captain cum. The Captain seemed to be waiting, his cock in her mouth not moving. You could see her tongue moving around bathing it, trying so hard to make him cum. All eyes were now on Gretchen, the First Officer smiling as he stood between her widely spaced legs, staring down at her split, now red and raw from the whip. “One more slice of the whip down your slit, Gretchen. Then we’ll see if you are agreeable to taking my cock up your ass.” His arm rose up, his cock jerking in lust as he watched her clench her eyes tight, her fists locked as she braced herself for the inevitable pain. His hand moved downward sharply, the twin leather straps starting at the top of her slit and moving down, the thick leather pushing aside her puffy, swollen labia to slash at her tender inner flesh, tearing the skin, drawing blood. It drew an earsplitting scream from her lips that echoed in the small room. Her body bounced in the bondage that held her spread so wide, the bench noisily moving on the floorboards. She thought she was ruined forever, her sex burning and raw, the pain blazing a path through her body to hit her brain. The leather strap has harsh, tearing into her most delicate flesh, rubbing it raw. Her body jerked in pain, shaking the bench as she screamed, an inhuman scream torn from deep between her legs. How could he do such a thing to me? Lashing the delicate area between my legs? He was such a monster, capable of doing such despicable things to her body, Gretchen with no choice but to submit to these perversities, her body a mere pleasure toy for him, her pain only enhancing his pleasure. Even through the fog of pain, she feared his next move. She knew he would sodomize her, sticking his large penis up her tiny backside, forcing her to squeeze it until he deposited a load of his filthy cum deep in her bowels. “Open wide, Princess,” the Captain teased Stefani. He pushed his hips forward, holding her head tight as her lips grasped his cock as it slid through, her tongue pushed forcefully out of the way as he drove into the hot depths of her mouth. He loved the sound of her gagging as he slammed into the back of her mouth, her tear-stained eyes looking pitifully up at him for any relief, a smirk on his lips his only answer. “Open your throat for me, Princess.” He pushed, holding her head tighter as his thick cockhead breached her throat, her gagging allowing it to slide in until it was buried in her clenching muscles. Tears ran down her face as she gagged and choked on his cock. He saw the whip move up into the air, Stede ready to give Gretchen the final lash down her pussy. He pulled his cock out of Stefani’s throat, wanting her to taste his cum. “Run your tongue over the head of my cock while I cum. Or it’s the bench for you and the lash on your pussy,” he threatened. Her tongue instantly came to life, bathing his cock. “Such an eager cocksucker. Hold my cum in your mouth until I tell you to swallow.” Gretchen’s scream with the jerking of her body and the bench was all he needed, the first load of cum shooting out into Stefani’s mouth, her tongue racing over his opened piss hole as he came in her mouth. He loved the look of disgust on her face, the way her cheeks bulged out as she received the first of many loads of cum in her innocent mouth. The taste was disgusting, the fluid so thick and salty, filling her mouth, reaching every nook and cranny with the foul fluid. Stefani’s tongue raced over his cock, her taste buds receiving the abundant fluid, her face contorted in disgust at the vile job she was forced to perform. Gretchen’s scream urged her on, hoping to end the girl’s suffering, Stefani’s tongue extracting a second load of the crème inside her mouth, her cheeks bulging out, afraid of the punishment if she swallowed. She couldn’t believe he was still cumming in her mouth, a third shot of semen shooting out, his hips driving his cock in and out her ovaled lips, slick with his juices. It finally stopped jerking in her mouth, the hard flesh softening, the flesh not as long as it was before, lying limply on her tongue as she strove to contain the cum in her mouth, her eyes pleading with him for relief. He pulled his cock from her mouth, his sticky cum pulling out in long, ropey strands. She quickly closed her lips, a drop of cum leaking from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Her cheeks bulged out wide, her eyes opened wide as she waited for approval to do something with the mouthful of his cum. He let her suffer before he finally said, “You may swallow it now, Princess Stefani. You may swallow my precious seed. Just like a good cocksucker must do.” He saw the tears in her eyes as she shamefully submitted. It felt almost solid as the thick crème went down her throat and into her stomach, gagging her as it slowly sank down. It was almost as bad swallowing as it was sitting in her mouth. She knew it would be in her stomach; his vile fluids in her body. She felt him rub his wet, limp cock all over her face, leaving a trail of cum across her face. “You can practice again later, Princess. Now that we know you can suck cock, you just need lots of practice to make you good at it. And lots of cum to fill your belly. Let’s watch lovely Gretchen get ass fucked by the First Officer. Her screams should get my cock hard again. I’ll let it sit in your mouth while it grows.” He pulled Stefani closer to him. He played with her nipples, feeling her cringe each time his fingers snapped against the rubbery tips. “How do you like being half naked in front of everyone? Those lovely tits are too beautiful to cover up. I think I’ll leave you naked from the waist up forever. My men will love watching those beauties bounce as you walk.” His fingers violated her body with each touch. Her nipples tingled when his calloused fingers ran over the silky tips making them hard in spite of herself, embarrassed at the leering glances of the others, their tongues licking their lips at the sight of her bare bosom. She struggled, but it only succeeded in making her breasts bounce, the Captain laughing at her lewd display. She could only groan when he squeezed them; his powerful hands able to grip her abundant flesh in his palms compressing the firm globes until the blood shot to her tips, turning them an angry red, threatening to burst. Her nipples throbbed. How many times would he make me perform this loathsome task? Would he make me swallow it again? Chapter 4 Camilla Loses Her Innocence Camilla was the smallest of the girls, barely 100 pounds. She had been with the Princess for less than six months, learning much from the other girls since she became a handmaiden. All of the girls had to be virgins to be a handmaiden to Princess Stefani. They were to devote themselves to their Princess, not to a man. Her black hair hung down almost to her waist, her pale alabaster skin was smooth and free of any flaws, almost like a porcelain doll. Even though she was small, she had full breasts and a plump bottom, the men that visited the Princess would smile at Camilla all the while their eyes ravished her body. She had seen what they did to Gretchen and knew that resistance was futile; her innocence would be taken one way or another. And she preferred that it wouldn’t be the painful way. Her only hope would be to cooperate and give up her innocence willingly. But she was not ready for the uncivilized pirates. The pirates smelled, their dirty hands left prints all over her pretty dress, Camilla unable to do anything but cry and sob. She suddenly found herself hurling through the air, landing unceremoniously on the bed, her skirts riding up as she struggled to sit upright. She caught the slap of a pirate to the side of her face, rocking her head, stars blinking in her eyes as she fell down on the bed. Hands lifted her up again, her head stinging from the blow. “Are you going to cooperate, pretty girl? Or should we have some fun and beat you senseless?” The pirate was ugly, his teeth brown, the stench coming from his body almost made Camilla wretch. Her head was rocked again, another slap to the back of her head, Camilla’s head pushed into the stained sheets. She couldn’t even surrender, a blow to her kidney finally leaving her body motionless and sobbing in pain. She finally stammered out. “Please, no more. I’ll do what you want, I surrender.” She felt her hair yanked, pulling her up to her knees. The ugly pirate smiled as he stared at her. “Such a lovely body you have, pretty one. Sit down on the bed.” He pushed her until she was seated, her legs drawn up in front of her. “Lean back,” forcing her to support her body on her arms, her eyes pleading to the pirate. The others gathered around, some of them already taking their cocks out, stroking them as they looked at the frightened girl. Even though she was small, she had big tits for her size, the twin globes pushed out by the dress, her position arching her back, forcing them out. She felt one of them get behind her, her body jumping at the unexpected touch of his hands on her naked shoulders. He caressed her almost tenderly, her body squirming to get away, her back arching up higher as his hands slid down her naked back. After being slapped and punched, the hands were soft and gentle, leaving her on edge, afraid that they would change just as fast. “Would you like me to touch your titties?” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. She saw the drool run from his mouth and over his scraggly beard as he ogled her. She knew what she had to do. “Yes, Sir.” She cringed when he clenched her out-thrust breast, her body jumping at the harsh squeeze as his powerful hand engulfed her breast. His other hand pushed on her back, forcing her to arch her back and push her breast into his hand as if she were enjoying it. “Look; she likes it. She’s sticking those lovely tits into his hands. Make her bare them; let’s see those nipples.” The men were getting aroused, they wanted a piece of ass and Camilla was going to have to accommodate all of them. She could only groan in shame as her breasts were mauled by the pirate, his fingers pinching her skin indiscriminately. All of them had taken out their cocks. Camilla had never even seen a naked one before, now eight of them were being stroked in front of her, all ready to plunge into her virgin body, all ready to ravish her, and she could do nothing about it. Now they wanted her to participate in her own ravishment. She struggled with the decision, but a quick slap to her face prompted her response. “No more. I’ll do what you say.” She sat up straight, her arms going behind her to undo the buttons down the back, knowing that she was thrusting out her breasts as she did it. She moved to the lower ones until she got to her waist, feeling the garment part in the back. She felt a calloused hand run down her naked back, cringing as the hand molested her. “Move it down in front, pretty one. I want those titties naked.” His hands continued to rub her back as her hands went to the front of her dress. She closed her eyes as she gripped the front of her bodice and slowly drew it down. She could feel her breasts bounce, as they broke free of the restraining garment, pulling it down until it hung uselessly at her waist. She opened her eyes, the glaring eyes of the pirates on her naked breasts, their hands busily stroking their cocks. She instinctively covered her naked breasts in embarrassment, the harsh sound of the pirate behind her ringing out. “What’s your name, pretty one?” Her voice cracked as she answered. “Camilla.” “Take your hands away, Camilla. Lean back again and arch your back for us. Stick those titties in the air.” She did as he said, her arms supporting her upper body again as she stretched back. Her back arched, her proud breasts stuck high up into the air, her nipples hard and pointed. “Rub your nipples for us, Camilla. Make them nice and hard.” Her hand went forward and gently cupped one breast. Her fingertip gently ran over the tip, just as she did when she masturbated, making it hard as she shut her eyes and imagined she was in her own bed, playing with herself, making herself cum. “Pinch it. Harder. Pull it out.” He wanted her to be harsh like they were. To cruelly maul her own breasts. Her two fingers gripped her rubbery nipple and pinched, groaning in pain as she squeezed the blood to the tip, the nipple turning an angry red. “Like that?” “Yank it out. See how far you can stretch it.” She pulled, feeling her nipple stretching. An inch, finally two inches, her breast drawn out into a cone, her breast yanked out of shape by her own fingers. “Hold it there. Don’t let go.” His cock jumped in pleasure as he watched her abuse her own body. He had so much more he would make her do before they would fuck her. He pulled his pants off letting them fall to the floor and stood half naked in front of her. He crawled on the bed, moving toward her. “Lay down flat on your back now, hands at your sides,” he ordered her. He waited until she got into the position, crawling along her body until his knees were on both sides of her. “I’m going to fuck your tits. When I put my cock in your cleavage, squeeze your tits together with your hands. Hold them real tight while I fuck my cock back and forth.” He spit between her tits, leaving them glistening with his saliva. She could only watch as he crawled over her body, his filthy, naked ass settling down on her stomach, his large cock burning her skin as he touched her with it. She pushed her breasts together as he laid his thick slab of meat between them, enveloping them with a cradle of silky flesh, his cock throbbing in excitement when her naked flesh touched him. His hot spit drooled down between her breasts. “That’s how you do it, Camilla. You must have let boys fuck your tits before.” He began to hump his cock back and forth between her tits, his spit allowing it to slide easily, her hot flesh compressed around his thick cock. He watched it slide out the top, only inches from her chin, her face turning in disgust at the act. He moved his hands down to her face, pulling her up toward his cock. “Don’t move away.” He thrust with his hips again, his cock sliding through her tightly clenched tits to pop out the top, banging against her chin, his hands holding her face tightly. “Yes, I like that.” He began to pump faster and faster, her tits causing friction for his cock. He gripped her nipples, yanking on them as he fucked her tits, seeing her cringe in pain. He wouldn’t last long, the need to cum strong. His hands went back to her head and tilted it forward; he was ready, ready to cum. “Open your mouth, pretty girl. It’s time you tasted cock.” It hurt when he humped her breasts, especially when he yanked on her nipples. At the same time, her nipples tingled like when she rubbed them, traveling down between her legs. How could I become aroused, eight naked pirates around me, ready to fuck me? She could only stare at the thick cock mauling her silky breasts, the purple head bursting through her white flesh, the sheen of fluids glistening on the head. She felt his naked ass sliding along her stomach, a pair of heavy balls dragging along her flesh. He forced her head up until her mouth was in a direct line with his cock, and Camilla knew what was next. She had seen Gretchen forced to take a cock inside her mouth, forced to suck it until he came inside her mouth. Camilla could smell the pirate, the air thick of urine and dirt. She gagged when it came closer, the ugly smile of the pirate disgusting her. She didn’t have a choice and opened her mouth slightly feeling the thick cock drag across her lips, leaving a sticky trail on her lips. It was so hot, almost burning her lip as it sat heavily on her lower lip. “Wider, pretty girl. I want your lips wrapped around my cock when it pops through. Do me good,” he threatened her with the harshness of his voice. He saw her mouth form a wide oval, her pink tongue inside ready. He drove his cock through her tightly clenched tits until it popped out the other side, still pushing harder until it pushed onto her lower lip, seeing the surprised look in her eyes as her mouth was suddenly filled with his thick, hot meat. “Wrap your lips around it!” Camilla was suddenly filled with the foul taste of his cock, her lips stretched wide to take the thick member, the head quickly followed by the thick shaft, veins running up the side. He stopped at the back of her throat as she gagged, the salty taste filling her oral cavity with his thick crème. She couldn’t have imagined such a thing, feeling the blood pounding through the shaft, the head twitching in the back of her mouth. Each time her tongue moved, his cock would jerk in pleasure, Camilla surprised that her actions could provoke such a response. Her tongue explored the shaft, feeling the ridges from the veins, all the bumps and lumps. Her tongue tickled beneath the thick rim of the head, a squirt of salty, thick crème landing on her tongue when it jerked in pleasure. Had I done that with my tongue? She almost forgot what she was being forced to do as she explored the hot flesh in her mouth as if it were a new toy. Camilla felt it growing in her mouth, the pirate’s hips beginning to move, her lips pressed tightly around the shaft as it sawed in and out of her stretched lips. Her tongue continued to explore it, even rubbing back and forth over the head until it squirted more of its salty crème. It didn’t taste so bad now, just salty and thick. She almost wished she could use her hands. She saw his hand rush down to grip the shaft and pump, bracing herself for the inevitable. But she couldn’t even fathom the amount of cum that shot out and filled her mouth, her cheeks puffing out, the salty, thick fluid filling her mouth with the foul fluid. Not like the tiny drops before, this was an abundant stream of cum that filled her mouth, coating her tongue with its pasty crème. Her cheeks bulged out as she tried to contain the hot fluids. His hand continued to pump, beating painfully into her chin as a second and third load of cum shot into her mouth, covering her tongue, shooting out her nose as she gagged and choked. But he wouldn’t relent, one hand holding her head still that forced her oval lips around his cock, spewing his seed in her virgin mouth. She finally felt it soften, gagging as she could do nothing to get the foul taste from her mouth. It felt so good to cum, especially when he looked in her eyes as he unloaded in her hot mouth. Her gagging made him shoot a second time, his hand pumping out another load into her unwilling mouth. His cock went limp, and he dragged it from her mouth but not before rubbing the wet flesh all over her face. “Open your mouth. Show me the cum in there.” She couldn’t do anything but open her mouth for him, her tongue pushing out some of the thick cum for him to see. It ran down her lips slowly. “Swallow now, pretty one. Fill your belly with my cum.” He watched her neck as she swallowed, the thick crème difficult to swallow, choking each time until finally her mouth was empty. The lingering taste of his seed was still on her tongue, her face contorted in disgust. At least he got off of her, though Camille could still feel the throbbing cock in her mouth. It wasn’t bad until he unleashed the flood of cum, Camille not ready for such copious fluids filling her mouth. “My turn. I want to see some pussy. Haven’t seen any in months.” Camilla saw another pirate take his place, this one young and almost handsome in an uncivilized sort of way. But he was still unkempt like the others, with stubble on his face and the stench of his body odor and filth filling her nostrils. He seemed gentler than the other, moving near her face, one hand softly stroking her face. He pulled her up again, sitting her back on her hands as he posed her for his pleasure. His hands cradled her breasts gently, his fingers tenderly pinching her nipples. It still hurt, but they hardened obligingly under his touch. His cock was out like the others. She looked down at it, at least a foot long. Thick veins ran up the side, a larger red helmet on it, throbbing with desire. It looked hard as a rock. She hoped he wouldn’t stick it inside her, sure that he would tear her, render her unable to have children. He pinched her breasts, squeezing the firm flesh in his hands, moving up to the nipples to pinch them into hardness as she moaned in pain, unable to stop him from molesting her body. The others watched, their hands stroking their cocks, wishing it was them that was squeezing her young, firm breasts. He bent down, seeing her jerk away. “Be still, pretty girl. I’m just going to suck the hard tips. You’ll like it.” His hand squeezed one pert tit, pushing the nipple out, squeezing all the blood to the tip, seeing it throbbing. He saw her tremble, her body jerk when his tongue went out and ran over the tip. He pressed his lips down around the pink tip, sucking the nipple and the dark brown areola that surrounded it deep into his mouth, his tongue attacking it, lashing back and forth over it while her body shuddered. He pulled the nipple out, seeing her back straining to lessen the pull, sucking even harder. He bit right below the nipple with his teeth, trapping it as he ground his teeth back and forth over the rubbery tip. “OOOHHH, OOOOWW,” she could only moan, her hands supporting her upper body, unable to stop his oral assault on her tender breast. His mouth was biting and sucking the tip, sharp twinges of pain shooting through her flesh. He seemed to be devouring it, releasing one, only to move on over to the other one, attacking it with a vengeance, the other still tingling in pain. He finally pulled away, her breasts slick with his juices, her nipples hard and pointed, sticking out almost an inch. He saw her flushed face. In spite of how rough he was with her breasts, his mouth and teeth biting too hard, his beard feeling like sandpaper on her silky flesh, she felt the unexpected arousal. He pinched them again; loving the way she cringed in pain each time he compressed the delicate flesh. He ran his hands down her naked stomach, seeing her stomach draw in as he lightly caressed her naked flesh. He moved down to her legs, her knees drawn up tightly, her thighs pinned together. “Lift up your skirts, Camilla. Let’s see those lovely legs. Slowly now, tease us with your lovely body.” His hand went to his cock, gently stroking it up and down as he waited for her to perform for him. They wanted to see under her skirt, they wanted her to strip for them, knowing they wouldn’t be happy until she was naked, surrounded by horny pirates, fucked until their lust was satisfied. She had no choice, her hands running down her legs until she reached the end of her long skirt. She gripped it and began to pull it up, all eyes on her legs as they were slowly revealed. Higher and higher it went, past her knees, her thighs clenched tightly together as she drew it up. “Higher now, pretty girl, I want to see those lovely naked legs.” She trembled as she performed for them, drawing the skirt up until it was just below her underwear. She was embarrassed, her legs now bare, the first time a man had ever seen them. It was not how she thought it would be. She had always dreamt of a handsome lover taking her virginity in a loving moment. Not taken by eight unwashed pirates. She closed her eyes and obeyed, raising her skirts above her waist, her underwear revealed to the leering glare of the pirates. She could only imagine how she looked, her skirt above her waist, only her underwear protecting her from the leering eyes. “Such lovely underwear.” Camille was wearing white, virginal underwear, probably silk, with tiny pink bows at the sides securing them. His hands touched her naked knees, her eyes shooting open in fear. “I want you to spread your legs for us, Camilla. Spread them real wide.” His hands pushed out on her knees as she bit her lip, struggling to comply with his obscene demand. Her muscles finally relented, her knees parting with the help of his hands, bowing out to the sides. “Good girl. Wider now, open your legs wider.” His hands moved to her tender inner thighs, the white skin so silky smooth as he ran his calloused hands up and down until her knees hit the bed, her feet turned inward. The flat plane of her sex was open, protected only by the thin, white silk panties. He could almost smell her pussy. She looked between her legs, never feeling so exposed or humiliated as she did now, all eyes staring at her half-naked sex. The hands stroked their cocks faster now, one of them too excited, a thick ropey load of cum landing on her unprotected breast. She watched it almost as in slow motion as the rope of white cum shot through the air, landing on her breast with a thud. It felt as if she was burned, the hot cum branding her flesh. She could feel it begin the slow slide down her breast, the hot fluid cooling quickly. “Damn. The bitch made me cum. Wipe it with your finger and put it into your mouth.” He drew out a knife, brandishing it in front of her face. “Or I’ll cut you.” “Do as he says,” the handsome pirate whispered to her. “He will cut you, mar your lovely breasts with his knife. And they are too lovely to be carved up.” She scooped up the thick crème, almost gagging as she brought it to her lips, pushing it into her mouth. The familiar taste of cum filled her mouth as her tongue licked all the crème from her fingers, quickly swallowing. “Wise decision.” His hands went between her legs, watching her eyes as he moved toward her sex. She jumped when he touched her sex, her body shuddering. “Sensitive, Camilla?” His hand pressed harder between her legs, gripping her sex with his large hand. He felt her jump again as he clenched tight, goosing her sex. Her legs began to close. He gripped her right knee. “Keep them spread for me, pretty girl. I’m going to have my way with your tight, little pussy one way or another.” She relented, her knee going back down, opening up her sex to his fondling hand. She felt the unfamiliar touch of a man on her sex; his rough hand gripping her sex harshly. She could only sit there, her legs spread submissively as he began to fondle her sex. Not the light touch of her masturbation, his fingers pinching her puffy labia in his fingers, yanking on the tender flesh. He pinched her from the top of her slit to the bottom, twisting her delicate flesh in his strong hands. Then she felt it, his large finger finding her slit, pushing in until her lips parted, her silky underwear sliding in between. He rubbed it from the top of her slit to the bottom, back and forth, each time pushing harder. She squirmed, not sure if it felt good or if the humiliation was too much for her. He was masturbating her. The other girls had shown her how to play with her pussy until she came. But now a man was doing it to her. She could see the outline of her slit in her underwear, the material pushed between as his finger continued to saw up and down. It felt strange to not be able to control the fingers that moved over her sex. He could feel her underwear getting wet. She might protest what he was doing, but her pussy liked it. Even her hips began a gentle fucking motion; she probably didn’t even realize it. His hands became more urgent now, one running up and down her inner thigh, the other massaging her pussy, yanking and pulling on her lips as her hips jerked in response. He felt her bush beneath the thin underwear, Spanish women were known for dense, black bushes. He ran a finger along the edge of her underwear, pushing in on the flimsy garment, tiny patches of black hair peeking out. “EEEH,” she yelped, a sprig of pubic hair pulled out painfully. She looked down; her underwear was pushed aside, her pubic hair clearly visible. She felt him tug on her hair, the thick follicles yanked out painfully, tears in her eyes. He slowly teased her underwear down in front, the edge of her underwear running over her hairs, sending tremors of excitement between her legs as she was slowly and methodically stripped naked in front of the pirates. He pulled a clump of hair, the hairs yanking up until they were stretched to the maximum, then suddenly a few popped free; another cry escaped her lips. “Such a thick bush, Camilla.” He let her underwear go back up. He was ready to see her pussy, but he wanted her to do it. He wanted her to bare her sex to all of the men. “Such lovely laces that hold your underwear, Camilla. I want you to untie them and take off that lovely underwear for us. I want you to show us your naked pussy. Can you do that for us? Or maybe Patrick can convince you to cooperate with his lovely knife. You don’t know how painful a sharp knife can be. It slices the skin so quickly, the pain intense, the bleeding profuse. You will suffer slowly. He’s been known to skin a woman and keep her alive for twelve hours. Twelve hours of pure hell.” She looked around at eight naked cocks, hard; hands stroking them as they ogled her naked flesh, waiting for her to take her underwear off. She knew that once she was naked, they would begin to fuck her, not sure if she could take even one of their cocks, positive that she couldn’t take eight and survive. She saw the glint of the knife in one of their hands, afraid of him, afraid that he would scar her body forever. She let her hands hesitantly go down to her underwear; her trembling hands having trouble with the petite bows, finally one of them opening, her tiny underwear slipping to one side, her hand moving to the other. She undid the bow, the sides falling to the mattress, nothing holding them on except the position she was in. “That’s lovely, Camilla, but you need to slip them off. The men can’t wait much longer to see your lovely, virgin pussy. You’re going to be wearing some more cum if you don’t hurry.” She arched up, sliding the front of the underwear down her abdomen. He was right about her bush; a lush black mound highlighted her sex. She let the underwear slip down between her thighs, as she slid them completely off. She pushed her bottom back down again, her thighs clenched tight, waiting for the command she knew was next. “Lovely little bush, Camilla. But we want to see your pussy. Lie back down and spread those lovely thighs for us again like a good girl.” She didn’t hesitate, she knew it was inevitable. Her legs slowly spread wide, her silky, white thighs exposed, her pussy slowly revealed. “Lovely, Camilla, but you must spread real wide for us. Your knees on the bed and the bottom of your feet together. I want to see that lovely flower unfold for us.” She closed her eyes as she obeyed, the split of her legs beginning to ache as her knees touched the bed. She drew her feet inward, placing the bottoms of her feet together, knowing how exposed her sex was. Her ass was raised from the bed by the obscene position, the cool air blowing on her pussy, knowing how exposed she was. “Open you eyes, Camilla. Look at your pussy.” She looked between her legs, her face turning red in humiliation. Her pussy lips were already split apart, the obscene position revealed her pink insides. She could even see her juices, glistening from the flickering lights. She hoped they didn’t notice, not even sure why she would be wet, knowing that she was about to be fucked. She felt the shame at becoming aroused from stripping naked for eight pirates. “Spread you lips farther apart for us, Camilla. I want to see inside you. I want to see inside your virgin hole.” He moved between her legs, staring at her slit, her fingers delicately spreading her lips, the dark passage opening up. He brought a candle closer to her. She could feel the heat of the candle as he moved it so close to her, trembling that he would burn her delicate flesh. “Be careful,” she begged. The heat of the candle made her pussy wetter. “Wider; open wider or I will burn that pink pussy,” he threatened. She spread her lips wide, seeing her strain as her virgin hole was slowly revealed to the harsh light, the pirates all gathering close to see inside her. “Yes, such a nice, tight hole. Virgin hole. It’s going to have to spread wide to take all of these cocks. “Tie her hands over her head. I’m going to taste some virgin pussy. And maybe a tart, little asshole,” he bellowed. She struggled as they pulled her arms over her head, no match for the strong men, her wrists quickly tied together, the rope pulled back and attached to the top of the bed, her arms stretched out far above her head. She tugged on the ropes that held her tied, her naked breasts jiggling as she struggled to get free. She looked up at her bound arms, then back at the pirates ogling her. Not only was she naked, but now she was tied and helpless. It scared her and also aroused her. It was strange. She felt a sense of relief that she had no control over what they did to her, her bound arms stopping her from making any token resistance. She could only perform whatever perverse acts that they required of her. That made her pussy grow wet in anticipation. Two pirates were at the sides of her head, each stroking their monstrous, naked cocks so close to her cheeks. She looked at them in fear, but their evil smiles just leered back at her. She felt hands on her ankles, strong, large hands gripping her slim ankles and pulling her legs up into the air. She tried to struggle but it was futile, her little body no match for the young, strong pirate. He spread her legs as if she were a chicken ready to be plucked, pushing back, her ass arching off the bed as her legs were drawn higher, up toward her head. She could see his eyes glued to her sex; his hands leaving her obscenely spread open for him. He pried her open, pushing her legs high over her head until her feet were almost next to her face, pain etched on her face as she was bent in two, making his cock hard. The others grabbed her legs and held them over her head. His hands rubbed along her silky, white thighs, up and down, pushing her back down, hearing her groan in pain. They spread her legs wider, her pussy lips wide apart, her pink insides exposed. He could make out her juices. She might be protesting, but her pussy seemed to want it. He looked up at her through her widespread legs, his face only inches from her pussy. He inhaled her scent, the sweet smell of a fresh virgin ready to be taken. He smiled as he licked his lips, his tongue out now, ready to attack her virgin pussy. “I’m going to enjoy eating your pussy, Camilla. And I think you’ll enjoy it too.” “Never; it’s such a despicable thing you are going to do to me,” trying to kick, his hands tightening on her spread legs. She shivered, not sure if in fear or lust as he blew on her pussy, shuddering as his hot breath blew into her virgin hole. She could feel herself getting wetter. She felt one of the pirates rubbing his hard cock on her cheek, his hand moving down to hold her head still. “Settle down, pretty girl,” he whispered to her, rubbing his thick cockhead over her silky skin, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her delicate face. “Maybe you’d like to suck my cock too.” He stroked it up and down, the thought of her sweet lips wrapped around his cock almost making him cum. “EEEEEHHH,” she screamed when she felt his tongue running down her slit. It felt like a hot iron, the feeling intense as his rough tongue lapped up and down between her lips. “NNNOOO,” she screamed again when he lashed her clit, his fingers on both sides pinching it out, forcing the tiny bud to stand out hard, his tongue rasping back and forth over it. God, if it didn’t feel so good. How could such a loathsome act feel so good? She felt her head turned to the side, the cock rubbing closer and closer to her mouth. Fingers quickly pinched her nostrils closed, her lips clenched tight in denial as she fought the other pirate, knowing he was trying to force his foul member into her mouth. No matter that they had forced her to do before, she would refuse this foul task. She struggled for air as he held her head pinned, Camille finally forced to open her mouth to suck in some precious air. “Yes, suck it, pretty girl,” said the pirate as she relented, her lips slowly parting, and he pushed with his hips to place his cockhead on her lips. He pushed again, breaching the opening, forcing part of the head inside her mouth, almost cumming when he felt her hot breath blowing on his cock. “Tongue it,” he ordered her, “and I’ll let you breathe again,” his fingers pinching her nose shut again. She struggled but finally relented again, her tongue tentatively snaking out to rub around the huge cock head that filled her lips. She struggled for air, feeling the thick, hot cock sitting just inside her lips, jerking in excitement as she fought the intrusion. She had already sucked one cock, swallowing his foul seed and made to scoop up the cum of another into her mouth, the thick, salty fluid again filling her mouth as she gagged in disgust. She surrendered again, opening her mouth wider, letting him enter deeper as her tongue ran all around the thick head encased in her tightly clenched lips. “MMMMGGG,” was the only thing she could say as she felt the oral assault on her pussy; the tongue now pushing into her virgin hole as if the tongue were a tiny cock, pressing in and out in a mock fucking motion. She squirmed when his fingers moved back, back toward her unprotected anus, pressing outward, opening up her crack, her tiny hole now exposed. If he didn’t stop with his tongue, she would cum, forced to cum while bound. How humiliating. The cock in her mouth was becoming more urgent, sliding in and out on her wet lips. Camilla was forced to tongue the thick shaft, choking as she felt the huge veins running up the sides, the cock leaking his seed to fill her mouth with his thick crème. How humiliating, sucking one pirate’s cock while another was between her thighs, orally assaulting her virgin flesh. Her nectar made his cock jerk in excitement; soon he would have his cock encased in her hot, tight, little pussy. He looked at her tiny anus, a little star snuggled between her cheeks, barely big enough for a finger. Or a tongue. His fingers ran around the edge, seeing the tiny hole spasm uncontrollably. He bit her ass cheek, hearing her muffled scream as his teeth bit into her tender skin, sure that she was humiliated having him so openly bite her naked ass. But her gasp was much better when his tongue lashed out at her anus, running back and forth over the crinkled opening, getting it wet. If she only knew that the men loved to take the girls up their ass, their revulsion at the act of sodomy much better than the ravishment of their pussies. Their bodies would dance around to escape the hard cock that would slowly push into the depths of their bowels, unleashing their cum deep into the bowels of their bodies. He pushed with his tongue making it hard as he fought her struggles to keep him out, his fingers on either side of her hole pushing out finally successful, his tongue pushed into her tight opening until he felt her rectum tighten on his tongue. The tongue on her anus surprised her, surprised her so much that she let her defenses down, the thick cock pushing farther into her mouth until it banged against her tonsils, choking and gagging her. She was assaulted on both ends, the tongue like a tiny cock pushing inside her asshole, the strange feeling of having something pushed inside a hole that was only made to push out. She struggled and tightened her muscles, but his fingers stretched her tiny hole to aid his tongue’s assault, finally breaching the opening and sinking inside her. The cock in her mouth began to attack her, his hips pushing it in and out of her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around it almost as if he were fucking her pussy. She could only lay there, his hands pinning her head to the side as he used her mouth to masturbate his cock, fearing when he would fill it with his foul seed again. She didn’t have to wait long. With a deep bellow from his throat and a sudden shove with his hips, his cock thrust to the back of her mouth. But this time it didn’t stop; this time he brutally shoved it into her throat in a single shove as she gagged, involuntarily opening her throat for the breach, his cockhead fitting snugly in her throat. She choked as she felt it jerk and shudder and knew he was cumming, cumming in her throat, at least sparing her the taste of his cum as it spurted directly into her belly. He felt her throat muscles cling to his cock as he came. He slowly dragged it from her throat with a second load of cum quickly filling her mouth, seeing the look on her face, the tears in her eyes as he filled her mouth. He held her head tight as he forced her to take it all in her mouth, her cheeks bulging out as he filled her tiny mouth with his abundant sperm. “Swallow, pretty girl, let it join the first load already in your stomach,” his hands lightly touched her cheeks now, seeing her throat move as his sperm slowly slid down into her stomach. “Such a good cocksucker you are.” She refocused on the tongue between her legs, lashing from the top of her pussy all the way back to her anus, lapping in her slit, attacking her swollen clit with a vengeance. Her back ached from her forced position, another pirate behind her yanked her legs back even farther. The young pirate was between her legs, his face wet with her juices as he lapped at her pussy. She looked around at the cocks being stroked back and forth, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the feelings between her legs. She tugged on the rope that bound her wrists, testing, feeling the power they had over her naked body. She let herself go, giving in to the strange desires and feelings between her legs. Suddenly his lips sucked in her clit forcing the hardened bud to stretch deep into the hot confines of his mouth, his tongue lashing back and forth over the tip. She couldn’t fight the desire any longer, surrendering to the skillful tongue lashing of the handsome pirate. She came hard, her body shuddering in her tight bondage, embarrassed as she felt the wetness between her legs, knowing she was cumming on the pirate’s tongue. The tongue moved between her pussy lips, lapping at her abundant crème as she shivered in lust, her nipples swelling up, sensitive to even the air. She came again when the tongue moved to her anus and pushed inside, the strange feeling as her anus struggled to open to allow access into her depths, his finger moving to her clit to snap the delicate bud with his calloused fingertip. She’d never experienced anything like this when she masturbated in the privacy of her own room. There were eight naked pirates around her, one of them orally assaulting her, and she had the most exquisite orgasm. Not even the shame of cumming in front of them could quell the lust she felt. She felt another load of pirate cum hit her, this time on her cheek, fingers moving it over until it ran over her lips, hands urging her to lick it off, her tongue tentatively moving out to lap the thick crème into her mouth, filling her with the salty taste again, this time eagerly sucking it in her mouth. She came again, the third powerful orgasm shattering her body. The tongue became less urgent, lightly lapping up her juices into the waiting mouth of the handsome pirate. She felt her legs released, falling back down to the bed, relieved that at least her back didn’t feel like it was breaking. Her mouth was filed with the familiar taste of cum, but she knew that it wouldn’t be the last cock that was shoved between her lips. Her larger problem was the pirate between her legs. His hands spread her legs wide, bending her knees and bowing them out, her sex fully exposed. He knelt between her legs, his cock in his hand, rubbing it up and down her wet slit. She knew he was ready to fuck her, to take her innocence, and she couldn’t do anything about it. And that excited her. She looked at the pirates around her; eight throbbing cocks waiting to enter her. “You came very nicely for us, Camilla. You are ready to be a woman, ready to take a cock inside you. I will enjoy being the first of many inside you.” He saw the look in her eyes, resigned to the ravishment that would take her virginity forever from her. He pushed his cock against her vaginal opening, her body shuddering as he pressed in, her hole slowly opening to accept the huge flesh. She was still wet, her pussy relaxed from the forced orgasm. It almost felt good, the head of the cock sliding up and down her drenched slit, lubricating it for when he would take her innocence. She arched her ass up, offering up her gift of innocence to the pirate. He needed no more encouragement; she felt the hard cock pushing into her opening. Her hole forced open slowly, feeling the stretching as it tried to accommodate the plum-like head of the pirate’s cock. She suddenly panicked. “NO! It’s too big!” She screamed out as she felt the log between her legs, yanking on the ropes that bound her arms over her head, struggling to escape. She saw the big grin on the pirate’s face as he pressed harder inside her. She felt him hesitate and then he plunged in. He tore into her as she screamed in pain, the large cock tearing through her hymen as if it were butter, the raw pain shooting through her loins as she bucked under his powerful thrust. His cock jerked in pleasure when she screamed, enjoying the taking of her innocence. Only half of his cock was inside her, and already a sheen of pink blood covered his cock. His fingers dug into her tender inner thighs, bending her legs to the sides at an impossible angle. It felt like her crotch was split up the middle, her legs opened up, his cock continuing to burrow into her virgin hole. He kissed her, his tongue moving in her mouth, his hand rubbing her naked breast, tugging on one of her nipples. He pulled his cock out until only the head was gripped by her incredibly tight pussy. A powerful thrust sent his rigid cock back in her torn vagina, this time nothing to prevent entry, sinking deep inside her pussy, pinning her to the mattress as she screamed in his mouth, penetrated so deep by the massive cock. He corkscrewed his hips, making her feel every bump and ridge on his massive member, touching places deep in her pussy. Out again, then shoved back in until he heard her grunt in pain as his cockhead smashed painfully against her cervix. It felt like his cock was coming out her mouth. “How do you like your first fuck?” He laughed at the tears that ran from her face, sobbing at losing her virginity. Her pussy was so tight, her muscles gripping his cock as he pulled out, pushing in, pushing aside all resistance to plunge back in. He began to rhythmically fuck her, his hands sliding down to cup her ass cheeks, guiding her movements to extract all the pleasure he could from her once virgin pussy. She couldn’t believe that she had a cock between her legs. It felt so thick and long, shoving in and out without stopping. His hands tugged on her nipples, his cock spearing her vagina as he plunged back and forth inside her, picking up speed, the slap of flesh against flesh as he rode her hard. It felt huge inside her, threatening to come out her mouth if he went any deeper, taking long, deep strokes, each time making her take the full measure of his giant cock. She tried to sink deeper into the mattress but he only followed her with his cock, burying it inside her time after time. He fucked her hard for over ten minutes, Camilla not understanding how he could last so long, his rigid cock seemed to grow as he continued to plunge in and out of her pussy. Her pussy gave up the fight, unable to stop the hard flesh of his cock from fucking in and out. Hands slid under her ass forcing her to rise up and meet the powerful thrusts of his hips, Camilla bucking as a finger slid between her widespread cheeks, unable to stop the finger that threatened to breach her anus. It tapped against her tightly clenched hole as she struggled to stop him. When she tightened her cheeks, her pussy gripped his cock, feeling every ridge and bump on the thick shaft as it plunged inside her. The pirate couldn’t believe his good fortune, Camilla tightening on his cock as a barroom whore would do; her unbelievably tight pussy even tighter now, almost skinning his cock as he plunged in and out, his hips a blur as he fucked her hard. “Take it, pretty girl, take my cum inside you!” He pushed one last time, his thick cock jamming hard against her cervix, as he spewed his cum deep inside her once-virgin hole. His finger teased at her asshole, forcing her to tighten her pussy, finally breaching her asshole, sliding dryly up into her rectum as she corkscrewed her hips to escape the brutal probing. She only succeeded to drive a load of cum from his balls, her pussy dancing so delightfully on his cock. She was a natural fuck, her movements, her tight body providing such sensuous pleasure to his cock. She took the full measure of his cock, the head swelling, Camilla not knowing until she felt it for the first time, hot cum shooting inside her, bathing her insides with his seed, his cock growing in size, stretching her pussy to extremes. She screamed when his dry, thick finger shot up her backside, burning as it plunged into her rectum. It touched her muscles where nothing had ever gone before, her hips doing everything to escape the brutal ravishment of her backside, only succeeding in driving another load of cum inside her pussy. His body finally slumped down on her, his rapidly deflating cock slowly pushed out of her hole, feeling the warmth of fluids running down the insides of her thighs as he pulled out of her body. Her relief was short lived. Camilla closed her eyes as an old pirate crawled between her legs, fisting an erect cock against her drenched hole, not caring about anything but being encased in her hot body. He plunged into her pussy, not as thick as the young pirate’s was, her cum-drenched pussy easily accommodating the lesser cock. He played with her breasts with his hands, Camille growing accustom to the new cock that began the rhythmic fucking. She knew what she had to do, tightening her pussy muscles as he pulled out, opening up to the powerful plunges as he shoved in. “She learned quickly to please a man’s organ,” the old pirate cried out when her tight pussy gripped his cock so possessively. She hoped they didn’t see her smirk, proud of his comment. She didn’t have time to think any more, a hand on the side of her hair forcing her to turn her head to the side, the tip of a hot cock brushed across her cheek. She opened her mouth almost mechanically, the salty taste of the hot cock sliding across her lower lip. She tightened on the shaft with her lips as hands held her head and urged it up and down; she was forced to masturbate his cock with her mouth. She used her tongue to please him, all the while trying to accommodate the pirate that sawed his cock in and out of her once-virgin hole. The two pirates rode her body hard until she received their cum, choking as it shot down her throat, her pussy drenched in another load of cum. Hands flipped her over onto her knees, hands spreading her thighs wide readying her, a cock rubbing up and down her wet pussy, suddenly plunging inside her. His hands forced her hips to dance on his cock, making her ride her pussy up and down his cock. Her head was thrust up again, Camilla opening her mouth so she could be quickly filled with another cock, her tongue already learning to lash at the tip in the confines of her mouth, wanting only to make him cum. Hands slapped her ass hard, not to punish her but to make her tighten her pussy on the cock inside her. It seemed like hours and an endless number of cocks that swam in her cum-drenched mouth and pussy. One of them took the time to play with her clit, rewarded with the most delightful clenching of her pussy when she came with him, the other pirates not even paying attention to her pleasure, only wanting to take her over and over again. After one came, her mouth cleaned him and made him hard again. She finally slumped down on the bed, exhausted, her body drenched in sweat and cum, the pirates finally sated with her body. She couldn’t even close her legs, no longer caring, exhausted. Camille was no longer a virgin in her mouth or pussy; her body weak from multiple orgasms. Chapter 5 Gretchen Rides the Barrel The Captain fondled Stefani at will, his hands running continually over her naked breasts, keeping her nipples hard and pointed as the others watched the preparation for Gretchen’s sodomy. “Bring in the barrel. Mount Gretchen on it.” The Captain’s cock hardened at the thought of Gretchen bound to it. Gretchen was scared, knowing that the sodomy would be painful. Stede’s finger had hurt enough, but she didn’t know how she could take the long cock up her backside. She was shocked when she saw it. A large wooden barrel mounted on four iron legs. Toward the back of the barrel stood out a large ivory object. The part that stuck out of the barrel was thick; about the size of Gretchen’s wrist, the ivory carved into the shape of a cock, a helmet on the top, with sharp edges, and shiny. The shaft was carved with delicate vines that curled around, Gretchen almost able to feel them inside her. She fought when they lifted her up, carrying her naked body over to the evil contraption. The shaft wasn’t built for pleasure, but for obedience, forcing the rider to keep still while she was sodomized, forced to accommodate the thick cock up her backside or suffer the stretching and scraping of the ivory cock tearing her vaginal passage. The Captain’s cock grew in her mouth, Stefani trying to keep her tongue still, but the slightest movement would make his cock jerk and grow erect. “How would you like to feel that ivory cock inside you, Stefani? I got that in Japan. The artists carve the ivory very intricately. See all the lumps and curves that will rouse your insides as it plunges in and out, the hardness not to be denied entry into the deepest parts of your body.” His cock grew harder in her mouth, hearing Stefani’s labored breathing as her mouth was slowly filled up with hardening cock. “I have many toys that will coax you to pleasure me or force you to perform the most obscene and perverse acts.” “MMMG,” was Stefani’s only mumbled reply as her mouth was used once again for the Captain’s pleasure. She could see them forcing Gretchen over the barrel, Stefani unable to comprehend having something that big between her legs, her pussy still not violated. The pirates laughed as they tossed Gretchen’s naked body over the barrel, poising her over the thick shaft. Stede came closer, pulling back her pussy lips, readying her to be mounted. She groaned in pain when they yanked her legs wide apart. She would be forced to straddle the barrel, her legs spread painfully apart, ropes tying her ankles together under the barrel, binding her painfully. Stede spread open the petals of her pussy, her insides no longer pink but red from the beating and multiple fuckings she had already endured. His fingers stroked up and down her tender lips, seeing her juices beginning to flow. “Ah, the red-haired wench crèmes like a whore,” he laughed, Gretchen turning red in humiliation. His fingers rode up and down her slit until her pussy glistened with her juices. “She’s ready.” It was shameful, the First Officer’s fingers gentle, forcing her to get wet, knowing that she was only aiding in her own impalement, making it easier for the hard shaft to plunge inside her. Once they mounted her on it, her own weight would be her demise, forcing her body down on the ivory shaft until it was impaled deep inside her. Then she would be trapped like a bug, the First Officer free to sodomize her, filling her with the twin shafts. She didn’t know which would be worse, the ivory shaft stretching her newly ravished pussy or the First Officer’s crooked cock plunging painfully up her backside. “Please let her go,” Stefani mumbled to the Captain, her mouth still stuffed with his cock as she tried to speak. “I did as you said.” “It is for the First Officer’s pleasure now. And also to teach you the futility of refusing us. You must learn to submit. Your body is mine, to do as I please. It is time for you to practice sucking my cock.” He turned her half-naked body toward him, her lips stretching around his cock as it grew silently in her mouth. “Use your tongue. Slowly though, I don’t want to cum yet. Stefani didn’t want to subject Gretchen to any more pain than she had already received, her tongue beginning to journey up and down the growing shaft in her mouth. His hands held her head too tightly, forcing her mouth back and forth as she was forced to orally service his organ. In spite of the revulsion in having to suck his organ, she somehow felt a perverse satisfaction that her mouth could bring him such pleasure. “Watch as Stede sodomizes your lovely handmaiden. Soon it will be me enjoying the pleasures of your asshole wrapped tightly around my cock.” Her tongue felt good, bathing his cock. Though inexperienced, she seemed to be a natural cocksucker; the Captain hoped she had the same talents in other areas for she had other virgin holes to take. Gretchen gasped as she felt her body slowly lowered, feeling the ivory shaft trying to gain access to her tight vagina. They kept her balanced precariously above the evil shaft, the shiny ivory shaft pressing against her delicate opening, teasing her. “NNNOO,” she cried as they lowered her an inch, feeling her pussy sink down, the thick shaft pushing aside her muscles and sliding in, her vagina stretching wider and wider as the ivory helmet entered her abused pussy. It stretched her too wide and was only a tiny bit inside her, the previous fuckings making her insides tender. She didn’t know if she could take another cock inside her, even if it was a fake. It spread her wider and wider, her body slowly sinking down. The pirates stopped, raised her up then thrust her back down, each time the shaft going deeper, opening her up to the unyielding dildo. Even though the First Officer had masturbated her, making her wet, it would hurt to accommodate such a formidable weapon. It seemed to stretch her insides in ways that she was not meant to be stretched. They rode her up and down, each time letting her fall farther onto the waiting weapon, fucking deeper into her violated hole. The First Officer moved closer to her. “Maybe you will appreciate a real cock next time. It’ll make you more accommodating to being fucked. The shaft will teach you obedience. If you move about, it will stretch your tender insides wide. The ridge around the helmet is thick. It will feel as if your pussy is being stretched out of shape. The only way to avoid it is to stay still. But to do so may be difficult as I intend to fuck you in your tiny asshole. Your asshole will have to stretch wide to accommodate my cock. If you push out with your asshole, it will slide in easier. If not, the shaft will render your pussy raw. Lower her more now; let her get used to her new lover.” The First Officer laughed as her weight bore down on the shaft, driving it into her defenseless pussy, the thick ivory shaft stretching her wider. Over half of it was inside her, tears running down her face as she suffered the cruel ravishment by the inanimate object. His fingers ran around her stretched ring, the skin drawn taut, almost tearing. “You have over half of it in you, Gretchen,” pushing down on her shoulders, forcing more of the rigid cock inside her as she groaned in pain. Stefani couldn’t believe that Gretchen was taking such a monster inside her, her tears reflecting the painful stretching she endured. The pirates laughed as they forced more and more of the artificial phallus inside her. Stefani was not faring much better, forced to lather the pulsating cock inside her mouth with her tongue. Each time she slowed down, hands on the sides of her head pressed harder, squeezing her head as if it were in a vise until she resumed the degrading act of sucking his cock. The cock seemed to be everywhere inside her mouth, pushing out her cheeks, hitting the back of her mouth making her choke until it moved again, her lips tightly grasping it as it plunged in and out her oral cavity, fucking her mouth as if it were her vagina. The cock grew as he watched Gretchen’s suffering, the thick shaft stretching her lips painfully, Gretchen’s ravishment exciting him. “EEEEEHHH,” Gretchen cried out as the thick, ivory dildo bottomed out in her pussy, pushing against her cervix as it battered at her womanhood. She couldn’t believe she had taken it all, the pressure intense as her pussy stretched tightly around the unyielding hardness. She tried to stay still, the slightest movement forcing the ivory dildo to press hard against the elastic walls of her pussy. Her body was covered in sweat. Stede stepped behind her, pushing down on her back, forcing her to bend over the wooden barrel, the ivory phallus deep inside her. “Tie her down,” he ordered the men, watching as they eagerly complied, their hands roaming over her naked body as they performed the tight bondage. He enjoyed the way her ass arched up, seeing the ivory cock inside her pull out slightly as she was forced to bend over. “GGGOOOD,” she cried out when they bent her over. The unyielding ivory phallus refused to give, pushing painfully against the elastic walls of her pussy as she bent over, stretching her wider than she thought ever possible. The phallus felt as if it were twice the size, her pussy lips tugging and tearing as she sought to accommodate the monster. The pirates flocked to her body as they tied her down, hands reaching under to tug on her nipples, crushing her tender breasts in powerful hands. The ropes tightened, pinning her painfully over the thick, fake cock embedded inside her, her ass pushing up, feeling her cheeks spreading open. If she thought that was bad, she still had to contend with taking Stede’s crooked cock up her virgin asshole. She didn’t know how she could accommodate both of the cocks between her legs, but she was unable to do anything to stop them, the stringent bondage leaving her bent over, her ass raised up in submission ready to be penetrated in such a perverse place. Stede’s hands roamed over her up-thrust ass cheeks, pushing down on the marks left by the whips, making her jerk on the ivory cock. His finger traced up the delicate, sweat-drenched crack of her ass, teasing back and forth over the tiny ridge of her anal pad. Her body shivered in fear when his finger stopped on her anus, rubbing around the tiny knot, circling it as he felt the unnatural spasms racing through the hole. “I’ll be gentle,” Stede laughing loudly as he said it. “I’ll oil up your hole.” It was more for his comfort than hers. A tight, dry virgin asshole would skin his cock if he fucked it. He took the heated oil, one small vial of oil and a larger leather bag filled with oil. First he would probe her with his fingers, loosening up her inner muscles for something much bigger. She could only stay still and wait, seeing the First Officer pour oil over his finger. Not one finger but two, Gretchen preparing to be violated. The touch of the warm oil on her anus almost felt good if it weren’t for the thick finger that it covered. Stede rubbed all around her anal ring, teasing at the tight knot as the pressure increased. The finger became more insistent, her ring slowly forced to open, the slick oil making the tip of his fat finger slide in with ease. “AAhhh,” she gasped in surprise as his finger slid inside her, a strange fullness as her anal ring clung to the finger as it pushed in deeper. She tried to stay still, suffering under the anal probing, feeling her hole being filled. It didn’t hurt, just the shame at being taken in such a place while all watched her impalement. Gretchen would rather be sucking the Captain’s cock like Stefani was doing than being readied to be ass fucked. Stede felt her anal contractions around his finger, twisting and turning the finger, her ring stretching around the first knuckle that pushed into the hot, tight depths of her asshole. He slapped her ass, her body jerking, her asshole clamping so hard on his finger that she almost pushed it out. He began to stroke his finger in and out her asshole, her ring stretching to accommodate his fat knuckles, only to shove back in, her body rearing up as he pushed in deeper. She grew slick, his finger sliding in with ease. The next time he pulled his finger out and then back in a second finger joined the first, a groan from her lips as he stretched her ring wider. “MMMmmm,” Gretchen moaned, feeling the powerful stretching as another finger entered her, two fat fingers sawing in and out of her backside. She was at least grateful for the warm oil, bathing her insides, making his bony fingers glide in and out without any pain. She just felt a strange fullness that invaded her bottom. He kept it up for a few minutes, all eyes on her backside as she suffered the indignities of being violated in such a perverse place for all to see. Stede pulled his fingers out, ready to oil her up deeper. His cock was longer than his finger, wanting her asshole slick for his cock. He was going to make her take the full measure of his cock. He took the bag of warm oil, the ivory tip sticking out almost six inches and a half inch wide. He showed her the bag and the ivory tip. “It’s going deep inside you. Relax your asshole and it will be easier.” She trembled when she saw it. She barely had time to think when she felt the hard ivory tip pushed against her anus. She felt the pressure and then her anus seemed to swallow it up, sliding along her slick passage. “Look at the way her tiny hole opens for me,” pushing with the tip against her pink hole, her anal ring opening wide around the ivory tip until it engulfed three inches of the tip. “Good girl,” tapping her lightly on her naked cheek as if he were rewarding his favorite dog. He pushed with the ivory tip; slowly sinking it inside her until all six inches of ivory was inside her. He squeezed the bag of oil, the whoosh of oil shooting out the ivory tip and into her bowels. She felt so embarrassed. She could only imagine how she must look, her legs spread painfully wide, her pussy cramping from the thick phallus bent impossibly inside her, her ass thrust up as if she were offering her backside for his sexual gratification, an ivory tip deep inside her ass, lubricating her insides for the sodomy that was forthcoming. “Please, don’t,” she cried out as she felt the strange feelings inside her anal tract, the hot oil flowing freely inside her. At least she felt a temporary relief when the ivory tip was pulled from her anus, her anal ring clenching tightly, Gretchen afraid the oil would leak out. She felt the fingers return, slick with lubricant, Gretchen struggling as she felt them press against her anus, the sharp fingernails pressed against her intimate hole. “AAAGGH,” she cried out as her anus was suddenly impaled on the two thick fingers thrust inside her with such a powerful force that it didn’t stop until his knuckles banged against her tiny hole, the thick fingers sliding along her lubricated back passage. Her rectum clenched and unclenched on the offending digits, her stomach already cramping from the unnatural probing of her bowels. “Such a hot, tight asshole, Gretchen. Tighten your muscles on my fingers.” She didn’t move, Stede slapping her ass, making her body jerk, her cry of pain as the ivory dildo pressed hard against the soft walls of her pussy. “I won’t tell you again,” slapping her ass again, her body jerking in pain. She hated him, forcing her to clench her muscles on his fingers as though she was enjoying being violated like this. His slaps made her body move, the thick, ivory dildo stretching her pussy in ways that it wasn’t built to stretch with a real cock. After two slaps she knew she had to cooperate. She clenched her ass cheeks, her muscles clinging to the fingers that stretched her anal passage. “I can feel your muscles gripping my finger. My cock is going to delight in such delicious clenching. Again,” he urged her. She released his finger, to grab it again, this time tighter. Her face turned red in shame at performing such a perverse task. He moved his fingers inside her, twisting and turning the calloused fingers, feeling her jerking at being probed so intimately. His fingers slid out, her muscles pushing out as he did, seeing her slick, pink, wrinkled hole spasm even after his fingers left. Stede couldn’t wait any longer, needing relief that only her asshole could bring to his cock. “It will hurt less if you push back and let my cock inside your hot, little asshole.” Stede hefted his cock up to her anus, rubbing the lubricant up and down the thick shaft until it glistened in the light, the massive weapon hard and imposing. He pressed against her tiny hole, the thick helmet covering the opening completely. It was going to happen, Gretchen feeling his cock as it throbbed against her anus. It was so hard and hot, jerking in excitement as it sought to breach her intimate hole and thrust painfully up her backside. She already felt so stuffed, the thick, ivory dildo shoved inside her pussy, Gretchen trying hard not to move. When the finger first slid inside her, she jumped from the unnatural probing, the ivory shaft rubbing her pussy raw with the thick head, Gretchen bucking, finally able to control her own body, suffering the rude probing of his finger in order to spare the painful rubbing inside her pussy. “Please, Sir, go easy.” Gretchen begged, hoping she would survive being sodomized. She pushed out on her anus, straining, fighting to stop from having a bowel movement but hoping to aid the First Officer in the sodomy. She felt his hands on her hips, gripping her tightly as if she could move, holding her breath as she knew he was ready, waiting for the first thrust of his cock in her ass. He looked down, her tiny hole straining to open, his hands digging deep into her hips as he began to push. He felt her anal ring slowly flower open as his slick monster began to push inside. He watched as he penetrated her, his hips pushing harder as his cockhead began to enter. Her hole slowly engulfed the head of his cock, sharp gasps from her lips as she suffered beneath him. He watched her anal ring stretch until it was almost white surrounding his cockhead, gripping it tightly just under the rim as she cried out. He stopped, making his cock jerk in excitement as he felt her rectal muscles squeezing the spongy head, trying to force it out. “I’ve never felt such a hot, tight hole, Gretchen. You are going to give me so much pleasure with your asshole.” Stefani heard Gretchen’s hushed cries as the Captain’s hand held her head, forcing her head up and down on his rampaging cock, spearing her lips as though it was her pussy, using her mouth for his pleasure. He kept choking her, shoving his cock to the back of her mouth, forcing it deeper until she coughed and gagged, tears running down her cheeks. He would relent and pull out, only to push back in again until she gagged on the thick helmet of his cock. His hands continued to pinch and pull her nipples, the tips now red and sore from the abuse, hard and sensitive to his calloused fingers. The cock seemed to grow longer each minute he used her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate the thick shaft. It plunged in and out, his hips forcing her to take it as deep as he wanted, his hands holding her head submissively for his pleasure. Her mouth tired, the Captain never pulling his cock from her mouth, but nothing could be as bad as Gretchen’s agony as the First Officer began to feed his thick cock up her backside. “GODDDD, go slow, it’s stretching me,” Gretchen groaned as the First Officer began to stroke his cock inside her clenching asshole. How could he do such a thing to me? Forcing his cock inside a hole that was not meant to accommodate such a massive weapon, built to push out, not in? The head of his cock was inside her rectum, her anal ring stretched tightly around the thick rim, trapping it as it jerked in excitement inside her. “MMMMGG,” she groaned as the First Officer gripped her hips tighter, pressing with his hips, the head of his cock opening her up from the inside, feeding his thick cock into her elastic colon. It felt huge, filling her, the First Officer pushing in, then pulling out, then back in, each time shoving his cock deeper into her guts. She tried to hold still, the ivory dildo already stretching her pussy, now her guts were shoved aside as his cock inched its way inside her. She could feel every bump and ridge on his cock rubbing along her tender passage. Over half of it was inside her, but there was much more to go. And then there was the crook in it. “Yes, take it inside you, Gretchen; take it in your hot, little asshole.” He began to fuck her, taking deeper and deeper strokes into the depths of her bowels, her muscles bringing such pleasure to his cock as they tried to push out the unnatural intruder. The oil made it slide easily, her anal ring running up and down the shaft of his cock as he fucked her, clinging tightly, bringing such pleasure to him. “TTTTooo biiiig,” she cried out, the long cock sinking deeper into her guts until she felt the painful cramps. She wished she could curl up into a ball, but she was forced over a barrel, her pussy stretched tightly around an ivory dildo while the First Officer reamed out her anal passage. “AAAWWW,” feeling the crook in his cock push out her elastic walls, stretching them in ways they weren’t made to stretch. He began to make her take the full measure of his cock, taking broad strokes that sank ten inches of cock deep into her guts. Her insides felt like they were being sucked out when he withdrew, her anal ring clinging to the head of his cock while he paused. Then he would thrust back in, her asshole taking the powerful thrusts, her body trying to hold still, taking the full measure of his cock without moving away. He could feel his cock rubbing against the dildo in her pussy, only a thin membrane separating the two. He felt her ass muscles spasm on his cock, rippling up and down the shaft, feeling like her fingers playing along his organ. She was so tight, his cock dragging back and forth along her tight, hot asshole. It felt as if one giant wooden tree was between her legs, spearing her with the massive weapon. She couldn’t even differentiate the stretching in her pussy with that of the cock in her asshole. She didn’t know how much longer she could take it, her body buffeted by his thick cock. “Hurry and cum.” She had to end this sodomy. “Tighten your asshole on my cock,” he ordered her. Stede slapped her ass, rewarded with her pussy and asshole tightening on him. “Yes, like that.” He slapped her ass again wanting to feel the delightful clenching of her muscles. Gretchen’s cheeks stung when he slapped her. When he pulled out, she tightened her muscles, surprised that he had difficulty drawing his cock out. His groans of pleasure, the sudden jerking of his cock showed the enjoyment she was affording him. It hurt when she squeezed on his cock, but she had to make him cum. Gretchen ignored the rutting of his cock inside her. He seemed to be getting ready to cum, his thick shaft swelling in size, his hips becoming more urgent, quicker, taking deeper thrusts inside her. Stefani gagged, hands pinning her head tightly as the Captain pushed his cock to the back of her mouth, thrusting deeper, deeper into her throat. She gagged, her throat opening up, his hips pushing his cock forward into the breach, Stefani gagging as she was forced to swallow the thick helmet of his cock, plugging her throat with his cock. She could barely breathe as she felt the massive cock jerk in pleasure in her throat, her stomach turning. His hands held her mouth tightly against him, his cock deeply embedded in her throat. He pulled out, Stefani taking a deep breath, filling her lungs, his cock still sitting in her mouth. His hips shot forward again, his hands tightening as he plugged her throat with his cock in one forceful thrust that sent his cockhead into the hot depths of her throat. “GGGHGH,” she choked as her throat was clogged again, the flesh pulsating inside. Stede couldn’t hold out any longer. He tore his cock from Gretchen’s asshole until only the head was gripped by her tightly strained anal ring. He grunted as he shoved back in, driving her body forward with the powerful thrust. A sharp gasp tore from her lips as she was suddenly and ruthlessly impaled on the thick shaft of his cock, sending it deep into the depths of her bowels. Her body shook and trembled as the ivory dildo stretched her pussy with the large head, her muscles clenching on his thick cock with such exquisite pleasure. His cock jerked in her asshole as his balls tingled, his cum racing to shoot out his swollen head, bathing her insides with his hot crème. He pulled out and plunged back in again, just in time to send another load of cum deep inside her. Three times he prodded his weapon inside her; three times he emptied his balls in her soft, buttery asshole, sinking in deep, finally spent, his body laying on hers, his shrinking cock nestled tightly into her hot guts. He fucked Gretchen harder, making her take deep penetrating thrusts that jarred her body, forcing her to dance on the ivory dildo, grinding along her tender insides. She screamed out as the sodomy finally ended. But not before she received his cum; the hot, salty fluid bathing her stretched passage as she felt her belly fill with his cum. He plunged in and out, each time dumping more of his cum inside her. She finally felt relief, his cock shrinking; his body slumped on top of her. She felt his cock sitting inside her cum-drenched asshole, pushing out with her muscles as she tried to squeeze out the invader that penetrated her bottom. His cock finally popped out with a loud noise, his cum dripping out to run down her thighs. Stefani felt him pull out of her throat, Captain James’ cock sitting at the back of her mouth, his hand reaching for the base of his cock, stroking the shaft as he prepared to cum. She braced herself but was still surprised at the force of his orgasm, the thick cum shooting out with such force that it shot into her throat, going down the wrong way, Stefani coughed as her mouth was plugged with the rutting cock. Cum shot out her nose as he pulled his cock out until only the head was gripped by her lips, shooting the next load onto her waiting tongue, bathing it with the thick, salty fluid as she grimaced from the foul taste. Her cheeks puffed out as her mouth quickly filled with his cum, Stefani finally forced to swallow, the thick crème sliding slowly down into her stomach. He made her bathe his shrinking cock until it glistened, the limp flesh feeling strange as it sat on her tongue. He finally pulled out of her mouth, pushing her back onto the bed. She looked over at Gretchen finally being untied, her asshole a gaping hole, a river of creamy white fluid running from the abused hole. Stefani watched as Gretchen tried to rise up off the ivory dildo, seeing the massive shaft sliding out, slick with her juices as she groaned. She fell to the floor, her legs unable to support her, her body exhausted from the enforced bondage and sodomy. Stede put his pants back on. “She had a delightful ass, Captain. I hope the Princess will provide you with as much enjoyment when she gives you the pleasure of her asshole.” Stefani looked at him. “Never,” she answered, but she didn’t even believe that. It was only a matter of time before the Captain took her remaining two virgin holes, as he took her mouth. His cum clung to the insides of her mouth, but surprisingly, it no longer revolted her as before. What was the Captain turning me into? Was I finding him exciting in an uncivilized way? Chapter 6 Stefani Bathes to Please the Pirates. And Herself The Captain was satisfied, Stefani learning quickly how to please him with her mouth. He looked over at her, her hair matted to her head, her body covered in sweat. She needed a bath. He wanted her clean when he took her virginity. “You need to clean yourself up, Your Majesty,” he said sarcastically. “You smell.” “NO!” Stefani screamed in terror. She had seen how they had bathed Gretchen, dumping her over the side of the ship, dragging her naked body through the rough sea. The Captain had told Stefani how she thought she was going to drown, swallowing gallons of sea water, her lungs filling with water, growing lightheaded before they pulled her back on the ship. She vomited for long minutes, her body racked in pain as she fought to get rid of the sea water she swallowed. Stefani didn’t want to suffer that fate, she would rather be dirty. “Please, don’t throw me overboard!” The Captain was pleased with her response, knowing that he wanted her to choose the alternative. “You smell too much, you need a bath.” He saw the terror in her eyes, knowing that he had already won. “Please, anything but that.” She knew that she would regret saying that. “Well, there is a way.” He waited, seeing her eyes open wide. “Anything.” She repeated it, anything but being dragged behind the ship, her naked body fighting for survival in the heavy seas. “I could arrange for your bath. I brought your tub aboard the ship. I could have my men fill it with hot water and some of your bathing soaps that we found in your cabin. It is in the hold now.” “The hold.” She knew what the catch was now. The hold was where Gretchen was ravished. Ravished in front of the crew. Was he going to make me take a bath in front of the whole crew? Strip naked before them? “Will my handmaidens be there?” “I think we can get Gretchen to help prepare you.” “That’s all?” “Of course I will be there. And my men; after all, they will fetch the hot water for you. It is the least you could do for them. Let them see your lovely, naked body.” James wanted to see the humiliation of her stripping naked in front of the crew and her handmaidens. She now understood fully. She was to be the main attraction. She would be forced to strip naked and bathe while they watched her, sure that many would be stroking their cocks as they ogled her body. She couldn’t do that. After all, she was a Princess, these pirates just the scum of the earth. “And that’s all?” She waited, sure there was more. “Once you are clean, I want you and Gretchen to masturbate for our enjoyment. We want to see you cum.” He let the realization sink in before he added. “Or you could go over the side and take your chances with the sharks.” “I’ve never masturbated before and don’t plan to start in front of your unruly bunch.” She became adamant in her refusal. “It’s too bad that poor Gretchen will have to suffer for your refusal. The First Officer has his heart set on whipping her. With a bull whip between her legs. I could persuade him not to if you complied with my wishes. Have you ever seen what a bull whip can do to the tender flesh between a girl’s legs?” Captain James smirked. Gretchen had already suffered enough for her. She couldn’t let it go any farther. These pirates would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Especially the Captain. He had already forced Stefani to suck his cock. More than once. She knew that unless she was rescued soon, he would take her virginity from her, and no matter how much she refused, Gretchen would suffer and Stefani would ultimately submit. They had already seen her breasts, having been stripped to the waist almost since she was brought aboard. All the girls seemed to be devoid of tops, the pirates enjoying watching their bosoms bounce as they walked, ropes usually forced their breasts out prominently. She resigned herself to stripping naked and taking a bath in front of them. As far as masturbating, she tried to put that out of her mind, too difficult to even conjure up such a perverse act. “I will do as you ask.” She paused, her head held up proud. “Only so Gretchen will not suffer any more.” “I think Gretchen will be very grateful for your generous offer. I will have the First Officer persuade Gretchen to aid you, maybe even perform on you. Would you like to feel her touch your body? To lick you between your legs and you return the favor? There is nothing more beautiful than girl sex. I think you will enjoy it more than you will care to admit.” His cock throbbed as images of the two of them making love on the bed excited him beyond expectations. He had done this before but never with a Princess. It surprised him, but usually they didn’t seem to mind after the initial humiliation of the first time. To spice it up, he would force two of them to have sex, and he would join in, taking them in whatever hole was available, the other girl forced to participate, licking his cock as he plunged it in the available orifice, enjoying their disgust if it happened to be a nice asshole he was fucking. She already knew she didn’t have a choice. At least it was with Gretchen, someone she knew. Gretchen had already seen her naked, having helped her bathe and dress on numerous occasions. She would just have to ignore the pirates watching her. “I have no choice but to submit to your perversities,” she boldly exclaimed. At least she would be unbound, her body aching from the bondage he had placed her in. She never even conceived of making love with another girl. Did girls really lick each other between their legs? “First Officer. Have the men prepare M’Lady’s bath. And use your sexual prowess to convince that lovely red-haired bitch to masturbate with the lovely Princess. Assemble the men in the hold before the next watch. Tell them of the delights they will see.” The Captain began to untie Stefani, but not before his hands roamed over her body. “Such lovely tits,” his hands cradling the firm flesh, squeezing them as if they were ripe fruit while she squirmed. “My cock throbs at the thought of seeing the treasures between your legs. The other girls all have a heavy, black bush; I hope M’Lady’s is also abundant. It would be such a lovely frame for your pussy.” He finished untying her, seeing her stretch, making no attempt to cover her breasts. She was learning her new place in life. She was learning to be his sexual toy. Tomorrow she would give her virginity to him willingly. Gretchen and Stefani were marched into the hold, Stefani’s bathtub seeming out of place in the center of the hold, filled high with bubbles, steam wafting off the surface. Stefani still couldn’t get used to being naked from the waist up; her breasts bouncing made her feel more self-conscious with every step she took. Gretchen seemed more comfortable in her nudity. She managed to join Princess Stefani in spite of all that she had suffered. A bed was placed next to the tub with clean sheets covering the top, sure that it was made for their sexual performance. The men sat on top of crates, a better view to look down and see the action. They began to clap when the two half-naked girls entered the hold. Stefani saw that some of the men had already taken out their cocks, their hands bringing them to erection. Soon she would be naked, naked in front of a hold full of strange men, and that was only the beginning, the sexual tryst with Gretchen to follow. She feared that the most, feared getting aroused by Gretchen and having her first orgasm in front of them. The Captain was waiting for them, his cock hard as their half-naked bodies marched toward him. “Turn and face the men. Gretchen, you stand behind her. Slowly undress her for the men but not before you make her titties hard. Play with her nipples. She is very sensitive there and likes it a bit hard, don’t you, Princess?” Stefani could only nod her head; resistance was futile with the pirates. She turned to the front, the faces of the pirates greeting her, shamed as she saw their hands stroking their naked cocks, eager to see her naked and degrade herself for their pleasure. “Stefani, lace your fingers behind your neck and bow your elbows to the side. Yes, very good; it thrusts those lovely titties even higher in the air. And you look so lovely showing off your naked charms to us. Now get them hard, Gretchen, pluck those lovely pink tips.” Stefani did as he said, feeling her firm breasts rise up even higher, arching her back, her breast thrust out for the Captain’s pleasure, feeling her nipples already harden in the cool air of the hold. She shivered when Gretchen touched her sides, her touch so soft, unlike the harsh touch of the Captain. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she could only put the men ogling her naked flesh out of her mind. The hands moved to the sides of her breasts, slowly moving along her intimate flesh, fingers spreading out as they began to engulf her proud flesh, moving closer to her nipples. Stefani anticipated the touch, the nipples already hardened from the thoughts that raced through her mind. The hands slipped underneath each globe, hefting up the firm flesh as if Gretchen was offering them to the pirates, catcalls from the men showing their appreciation. She felt Gretchen’s naked breasts pushed against her back; Gretchen’s nipples feeling like sharp rocks pressed into her flesh. “Relax, M’Lady,” Gretchen whispered in her ear. “I will make you feel such pleasures. Make believe it is just us two.” “I trust you, Gretchen,” she turned and said to her. Gretchen had always been good to her, but they were moving into something much different now. She settled back against Gretchen, her body relaxing. “MMMMM,” she moaned as Gretchen’s soft touch slowly encircled her areola’s, teasing the dark brown flesh. Stefani felt her nipples grow in expectation of the touch as the fingers moved closer and closer to her pink tips. Gretchen loved the feel of Stefani’s silky breasts, cradling her firm flesh while fingertips sought out the hard tips. Gretchen moved her fingers over the top of the tips and two fingers sought out each one, clasping tightly onto the nipples and squeezing gently. The Princess’s soft moan was all that Gretchen needed to continue. This was different, she wasn’t a Princess anymore, but a beautiful girl that Gretchen was going to make love to. She had never been with another girl before, but it did excite her. Anything was better than the ruffians that took her innocence from her with their cruel acts. Her fingertips played across the end of Stefani’s nipples, almost snapping them with her fingernails, feeling them grow longer and longer. Gretchen ran her fingernails around the pink tips, the edge of her nails touching them lightly, sending shudders through the Princess’s body. She tightened her grip on the tips and pulled, watching over the Princess’s shoulders as her breasts began to pull into cones, the nipples stretching, Gretchen pulling upward. It felt so good, even when Gretchen pulled them up, Stefani stretching up on her toes as she felt her nipples yanked higher and higher into the air. The tips were so sensitive after the Captain had played with them so much. She hated to admit it, but the Captain’s hands on her breasts had excited her. His hands, strong and powerful, took such possession of her. Even when he was too rough, the tingle between her legs was still there. She was shocked back to reality by his voice. “M’Lady loves to have her tits played with. Why don’t you start undressing the Princess for her bath? No one has seen that lovely body naked except for you. It is about time she showed it off.” The Captain loved Stefani’s embarrassment, seeing per upper body become flush in shame. Gretchen didn’t hesitate, she had already been warned of the consequences of failure to obey, the sharp bite of the whip on her naked flesh still in her mind. She moved her hands down to the Princess’s waist, slowly moving the dress still bunched around her waist, finding the buttons on the back and began to undo them. Gretchen had to kneel behind Stefani as she did it. The dress fell at the Princess’s feet, her hands running down her naked flanks as she pushed it to the ground. “Step out of it, Princess Stefani.” Gretchen grabbed it and threw it to the corner, sure that it would not grace the Princess’s body again, the pirates liking the girls naked or near naked. “Spread your legs for them Princess Stefani.” She knew what the pirates wanted, the First Officer giving very explicit instructions to Gretchen. Stefani felt the material sink to her feet and looked up into the air, not wanting to see what she looked like, as she stood in the cool air of the hold, almost naked, her sex hidden only by the silk underwear, cute pink ribbons on the side the only thing holding them up. Gretchen’s hands reached between Stefani’s legs and pushed out on her tender inner thighs. She hesitated but Gretchen was adamant, pushing harder until Stefani complied. Her legs spread wider and wider, Gretchen nudging Stefani’s thighs each time she stopped until she was satisfied. Stefani looked down and turned red in shame when she saw herself. Her naked breasts heaved up and down, her tiny underwear barely hiding any of her treasures from the men watching her. And watching they were; fifteen sets of eyes all trained on her. Not her face but between her legs. Stefani cringed at the thoughts they were probably having. “Very lovely body, M’Lady. You will have to show it off more often. Now turn around and show us that lovely ass.” The Captain couldn’t wait to see her ass. “Do it, Princess Stefani.” Gretchen was getting more forceful, making sure that the Princess obeyed as Gretchen would be the one suffering for Stefani’s refusal, not the Princess. Gretchen’s hands helped Stefani, twisting her hips around until her back was to the pirates. “At least you won’t have to see their faces,” she whispered to the Princess. “Now spread your legs again.” Gretchen’s hands went to her inner thighs again, pushing out on them as the Princess’s legs began to shuffle outward at the urging. Gretchen reached around as her hands caressed Stefani’s silk-covered bottom, both hands gripping a cheek and clenching on it. Gretchen slipped her hands down lower, beneath the silky underwear to caress the naked skin peaking out the sides, running a finger up and down the edges. Her finger ran back up Stefani’s crack, pushing the panties in until they could all see her crack vividly. She hated doing this to Princess Stefani, but the First Officer’s cruelty knew no bounds if she didn’t do as he asked. Gretchen’s fingers gave Stefani a strange tingling as the fingers moved closer and closer to her open sex. With her legs spread, she felt so open; her pussy flowering open at the wide expanse. Gretchen’s hands pulled back but returned, this time between Stefani’s legs, caressing high up her inner thighs, so close to her sex that Stefani stopped breathing in expectation. The fingers rubbed the tender area along the edges of her underwear, teasing her as Gretchen pulled back each time before Gretchen touched her sex. Stefani could feel her sex getting wet from the teasing fingers. She fought the urges that ran through her body, refusing to allow them to see her grow aroused. “I’m going to take off your underwear now, Princess Stefani. I’m sorry but I have to do it.” Her hands slipped to the sides of the underwear, first undoing one of the dainty bows, holding the side up while she did the others. She moved to the other side, making quick work of the other bows, her hands holding the silky material up. “Go ahead, Gretchen,” Stefani holding her head up high in defiance but deep down suffering the fear of being naked. She felt the cool air of the hold on her ass cheeks as the tiny undergarment slowly sank to the floor beneath her. “What a great ass!” “Look at her pussy peaking out from behind.” “Make her bend over!!” The men were yelling wildly as Stefani trembled before them, naked; her treasures exposed to the vile pirates. Their foul words made it worse. “Bend over, M’Lady. Show them your lovely ass and pussy.” The Captain was also eager to see her treasures. To see her humiliation. “Do it, Princess Stefani.” Gretchen stood up, pushing down on Stefani’s back until she began to bend over. “Deeper, push your ass out for them.” Gretchen pushed down on Stefani’s back until her head hung down deeper, her ass thrust up high. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for them, Princess Stefani. They want to see your anus.” Gretchen knew they loved female assholes, loved to sodomize them as the First Officer had done to her. She couldn’t understand their fascination; the First Officer made a special point of making Stefani expose her backside as humiliating as possible. Stefani felt like a trained animal, forced to perform for them, forced to strip naked and display her most intimate body parts for their inspection. She begrudgingly complied, her hands reaching around until she grasped her cheeks. Her body was flushed, humiliated to be standing naked, bent over showing her backside to these vile men. She waited until she heard the men yelling again. “Let’s see that asshole.” “Spread them, Princess.” “Do it,” the Captain’s loud voice booming the order. He wouldn’t be denied. She pulled out on her cheeks, feeling them begin to spread open, the cold air blowing on her exposed anus. Tears began to run down her cheeks at the humiliation of what they were forcing her to do. “Wider, Princess; real wide. What a lovely asshole, a tiny hole barely big enough for a finger. I’m going to have to lubricate it so you will be able to take my big cock up your asshole.” Captain James couldn’t wait to get her on his bed, her legs spread, on her belly. It began to hurt, her anus stretching wider, her cheeks pulled painfully apart. She finally stopped, breathing heavy, the bent over position rushing the blood to her brain, making her dizzy. She didn’t know how long she could suffer this shame. “Such a tiny asshole.” “The Captain’s going to enjoy fucking that hot, tight asshole.” “Very good, Princess Stefani. You’re doing well.” Gretchen tried to encourage her. Gretchen’s fingers moved higher up Stefani’s inner thighs, running along until Gretchen touched her sex. The Princess jumped as she was unexpectedly touched on her most intimate part of her body. She would have to learn quickly, the bed waiting for them to have girl sex. “Stand up, M’Lady, and then turn around. Spread your legs and show us that virgin pussy.” The Captain couldn’t wait for tonight when he would have his way with his new “bride.” Stefani was dizzy as she stood up, putting her legs together, gaining back what little modesty she could. She looked over at Gretchen. “Turn around, Princess Stefani. Show them your front.” Her eyes gave Stefani the sympathy at her plight. Stefani turned around, standing up straight, her chest out, her breasts standing up proud. Her nipples were still hard, not sure why. Her thighs were clenched together. “Look at that bush. So black and hairy.” “You could get lost in that forest,” one of them roared. “I’d pick hair out of my teeth for a month if I ate that pussy.” The Captain leaned in close to Stefani. “I love a hairy bush, Princess. It looks so becoming on you. Now spread your legs for us. Show us the treasures hiding in that black forest.” Stefani closed her eyes and let her legs part until Gretchen told her to stop. They were spread wide, feeling her pussy lips part. She opened her eyes, the pirates’ eyes all feasting on her naked sex, their hands stroking their cocks faster. No man had ever seen her sex before. Now these ruffians were the first. “Spread her pussy open, Gretchen. Pull her fat lips back.” The Captain ordered Gretchen, her fingers moving around Stefani’s hips to grasp her labia. Gretchen’s touch made her jump. “Hold still, Princess, I’ll be gentle.” Gretchen felt Stefani’s wetness as she gripped the Princess’s labia, her fingers sinking into the puffy flesh, slowly peeling it back. She knew that they could all see her pink inner flesh, even the dark forbidding hole, her virgin hole. Gretchen was surprised that her pussy was wet. Was the Princess getting a forbidden thrill of being stripped naked in front of them? Or was it just the Captain that excited her? “That pussy is made for fucking.” “And whipping,” another pirate yelled out. “Time to get clean girls. I wouldn’t want you to eat anything dirty. Both of you in the tub and wash each other’s lovely bodies. Get wet, but then stand up so we may watch you wash. Especially those lovely pussies.” Gretchen took the Princess’s hand and they both stepped into the bathtub, Gretchen realizing quickly how obscene it looked as they lifted their legs up over the high edge of the tub. They both sat down in the water, Gretchen grateful for the hot water, washing away the dried cum on her body from the last fucking she suffered. “Get up and wash each other. Make sure you wash each other’s pussies real good because your tongue will be between each other’s legs real soon.” The Captain watched as they stood up, taking the washcloths and soap they found in their baggage. Princess Stefani looked so sexy with the water dripping off her body, her black bush matted from the water, her mound more pronounced. “You’re going to have to wash me too,” Gretchen told the Princess. Gretchen had bathed the Princess before but not as intimately as the pirates would require of them. It would feel strange when the Princess would have to bathe her in return. “I understand, Gretchen. There are many things that we are going to be forced to do, many things we will have to perform for these perverts. But we’ll get out of here and then they will get their just punishment. I will make sure of that.” Gretchen soaped the washcloth, reaching out and lathering Princess Stefani’s breasts, feeling the hard nipples beneath the soft cloth. The Princess returned the favor with unsure hands, more awkward as they moved over her breasts, the warm water feeling good on her whipped flesh. They lathered each other’s bodies until they got to the waist, their sex and ass next, neither wanting to be the first to touch the other. “Let me,” Princess Stefani volunteering. Her washcloth moved down, slipping between the lips of Gretchen, the soap making the soft fabric glide up and down her tender slit. Stefani shuddered when Gretchen reciprocated; feeling the petals of her sex pulled back, the warm water rubbing her so sensuously. And it got worse, the Captain insisting on making each of them wash the other’s backside. Stefani had to turn around again, the catcalls starting once again as soon as Gretchen slid the washcloth between her cheeks, a shudder running through Stefani’s body when the cloth rubbed over her anus. The men laughed when her cheeks began to clench involuntarily in reaction to be touched there by someone else. The Captain made Gretchen pull Stefani’s cheeks apart, showing everyone how clean she was. And then it was Stefani’s turn, doing the same while the pirates chanted and cheered. They finally got to rinse off, standing up, Stefani looking at the bed where they would have to degrade each other and have girl sex while the pirates hooted and hollered. “On the bed now, girls. It is time for you to perform. Gretchen, show us how much you love your Princess.” The Captain was eager for them to start, his cock straining his trousers. “What do we have to do?” Princess Stefani was not sure what was required and hoped that Gretchen would know. Gretchen put her hand around Princess Stefani’s naked waist, leading her over to the bed. “Just do the same thing I do and don’t refuse. The pirates will punish me if we don’t put on a good show for them. You may have to do things that may disgust you, but I think you may find that it isn’t so bad. Girls are so much gentler in their lovemaking, not like these vile beasts. And don’t be afraid of becoming aroused, it will make it much easier, and you might be surprised that you have an orgasm.” “Thank you, Gretchen,” though Stefani doubted that she would get aroused. While Gretchen was very beautiful, girls didn’t arouse Stefani, and she was sure that Gretchen would not be able to arouse her. They both climbed into bed, trying to ignore how they looked from behind as they crawled to the center of the bed, sure that they were giving the pirates a most intimate look at their privates. Gretchen was poised over Princess Stefani’s naked body, Gretchen’s knees between Stefani’s inner thighs. “Spread you legs,” she whispered, pushing them apart until their pussies met, a thrill racing through her body when did, the tiny hairs transmitting such arousal to her loins. Her hand went to one of Stefani’s breasts, molding the firm flesh, Gretchen’s mouth moving close to Stefani’s. “Kiss me, Princess Stefani. Open your mouth and let our tongues play with each other.” She moved closer, seeing the Princess’s lips part slightly after licking her lips, waiting for the moment when their lips would touch. It felt so soft, Gretchen’s lips on hers, her tongue shooting out to dash back and forth over each other’s as their faces meshed in a passionate embrace that took Stefani’s breath away. She didn’t expect it, the hand on her breast manipulating her nipple into hardness, Gretchen’s soft silky body rubbing against her. She suddenly felt Gretchen’s hips begin to move, her pussy grinding into hers, splitting her lips apart, the wetness of both of them making their bodies glide back and forth. The hair on her bush tingled, the meeting against Gretchen’s bush sending vibrations to the follicles of each hair. “MMMM,” Stefani moaned in pleasure, the unexpected pleasure of Gretchen’s body pressed against her shocking her. She hadn’t expected this. It was as though the pirates weren’t around, and they were in the privacy of their cabin. “Touch me back,” Gretchen ordered the Princess, unaccustomed to ordering Princess Stefani, but more fearful of the pirates’ retribution than the Princess’s disdain. Surprised, Stefani’s hand slid down Gretchen’s side and back to grip her ass, pulling her hips forward, grinding her pussy harder into Stefani’s. So the Princess was already feeling aroused, Gretchen more than willing to slide her pussy up and down Stefani’s slit harder and faster, her clit stimulated by the Princess’s furry bush. Gretchen humped up and down in mock fornication, ignoring the hollering by the crew as they enjoyed the spectacle. “Very nice, girls,” the Captain complimented them. “But I think you should taste each other’s nectar. Gretchen, you take the bottom with your head to the foot of the bed. M’Lady on top; your beautiful ass up in the air toward us. We want to enjoy looking at your treasures as Gretchen eagerly licks your sex.” “You can do it, Princess Stefani. It’s not as bad as you think it is. Just follow my lead.” Gretchen saw the look of disgust on Stefani’s face at the thought of licking Gretchen’s slit. Gretchen had tasted her own juices while masturbating, the taste quite enjoyable, sure that the Princess Stefani’s wouldn’t be any different. And being aroused by a tongue at the same time would take away any disgust quickly. Gretchen quickly changed places, spreading her legs so her sex would be available to the Princess. Gretchen looked over her head, the pirates staring at her as she looked upside down, their cocks red and hard, their hands stroking them up and down in long, broad strokes. She saw Princess Stefani’s pussy above her, her sex only inches from Gretchen’s face. She inhaled the aroma, the hint of arousal wafting into her nostrils, the glint of secretions on Stefani’s pussy lips giving away her secret. She was aroused by the thought of what they were about to do. Gretchen put her hands on both of Princess Stefani’s hips and began to draw her down to her mouth but not before she ordered her. “Put you mouth on my pussy and use your tongue on my slit. Give them a good show or it will be the whip between my legs instead of your gentle tongue.” Stefani knew she must look obscene, kneeling with her legs spread, her backside pointed at the pirates. They would be able to see all of her treasures. She hovered over Gretchen, looking down to see her pussy, her legs spread, her lips pulled back. She hoped that it wouldn’t be so bad. Gretchen’s hands on her hips drew her down until she felt it. “MMMGG,” Stefani’s body shuddered in pleasure when Gretchen’s tongue licked at her labia, playing over her bush while Stefani almost eagerly waited for it to push apart her lips and lap at her tender inside lips. Gretchen’s tongue lapped back and forth over Stefani’s bush, sending a delightful tingling to her loins. Stefani knew what she had to do, her mouth quickly filling with a mound of hair as she pressed too deep, Gretchen’s abundant bush quickly entering Stefani’s mouth. She choked on the hair, pulling a few stray strands from her mouth. Her fingers pushed into her bush, separating the dense hairs until she found Gretchen’s slit, feeling the wetness that surrounded it. Stefani pushed her tongue in again, this time lapping at the wetness that coated Gretchen’s inner lips, tasting the lightly salty liquid, not as thick or disgusting as the Captain’s abundant sperm that filled her mouth repeatedly. It almost tasted good. Do I taste the same? Gretchen and Stefani both moaned in pleasure, their hips moving up and down as they fucked the tongues that invaded their sex, both enjoying the other’s enthusiastic lapping. Stefani had never felt anything as pleasurable as when Gretchen’s tongue moved up and lapped at her exposed clit, feeling the bud swell in arousal. Stefani reciprocated, sucking the hardening bud into her mouth before giving it a tongue lashing that it deserved. Stefani never knew what such pleasures came from the tiny organ. She grew dizzy from the pleasure, strange feeling running through her nipples and between her legs. “Look at them eat pussy!” “Tongue fuck her, Princess. Stick your tongue in her pussy.” Gretchen did it first, sticking her tongue in Princess Stefani’s vagina, feeling the tight, virginal hole flower open from Gretchen’s slick tongue. Gretchen knew that the Captain would deflower her on their “wedding night” knowing that it wouldn’t be as a lover would do, but a hard fuck, probably while she was bound and unable to defend herself. Gretchen felt her vagina speared by Princess Stefani’s tongue, grateful that she was tender, her vagina still raw from the repeated fuckings she had endured. “Lick her asshole!” “Yeah, stick your tongue up her ass!” “You heard my men. Do it. Use your tongue on each other’s asshole. And push it in deep or it will be hard cock instead of a nice, wet tongue.” The Captain wanted to further degrade them, make them lick each other’s most intimate hole while the men watched. Stefani didn’t think she could do that, to lick such a filthy hole, even under threat of punishment. She had seen the way the First Officer had put his organ up Gretchen’s backside, never fathoming why they would want to be inside such a place. Would the Captain want to do the same thing to me? She’d certainly die from the pain if he did. But then she felt it, a wet tongue lapping around her tiny hole, the tiny pleasure buds around the opening sending such delicious tingling to her sex. She never realized that she had such feeling back there. She felt her anus trembling, Stefani unable to control the contractions of her tiny hole. Then Gretchen made her tongue hard and pushed against Stefani’s hole, almost as if it were a tiny cock trying to breach her backside. She expected it to hurt, but instead it almost felt good. A fullness of having something darting in and out made her muscles contract. She couldn’t control her buttocks as they clenched and unclenched uncontrollably. Wanting to keep Gretchen from suffering the pirates’ wrath if Stefani didn’t perform, her tongue slipped out of her mouth, touching lightly on Gretchen’s tiny hole. Gretchen had drawn her legs up, her anus open and exposed. The taste was a bit tart, not as enjoyable as Gretchen’s pussy, but not as disgusting as she thought it would be. Gretchen strained to let her anus flower open, the burning from the prior sodomy still painful, the wet tongue soothing as it shoved into her rectum, her muscles clenching onto the rough tongue. She reciprocated, plunging her tongue in deeper into Princess Stefani’s backside, making her tongue hard as it pressed into Stefani’s clenching rectum. Gretchen’s hands moved to the Princess’s pussy, sliding a finger up and down her slit, so slick with her abundant juices. In spite of what they were being forced to do, both of them had grown aroused. Gretchen’s fingertip slapped at Stefani’s clit, back and forth her fingernail tapped the hardened bud, and Princess Stefani shuddered in pleasure. Gretchen was sure that Stefani would soon cum in spite of her inexperience. Gretchen wanted to join Stefani. The chorus of the pirates increased with their ardor, a thick shot of cum shooting onto the bed next to Gretchen as one pirate lost control. Stefani slid two fingers inside Gretchen’s tight pussy, the tight muscles gripping the fingers as Stefani plunged in and out in a mock fucking motion. If Gretchen was sore, she was not showing it. Her pussy dripped with pleasure, Stefani’s fingers slick with Gretchen’s juices. She pinched Gretchen’s clit and drove her tongue deeper into the hot, deep recesses of Gretchen’s rectum. Stefani had to fight the clenching muscles to keep her tongue inside, as they tried to spit out the intruder. Stefani had never felt so much pleasure, Gretchen’s hands tender and knowing, touching her in just the right places, Stefani copying Gretchen’s actions in hopes of making Gretchen feel the same pleasure. Stefani heard the scream of pleasure, suddenly realizing that it was coming from her own mouth. She had cum, or at least thought she had. It exploded in her head, seeing stars as she felt the tremors coarse through her body. And she felt the sudden rush of wetness between her legs, almost afraid that she had peed over Gretchen’s face. They came all over each other, faces bathed in juices, cheeks slick with girl cum. Gretchen was surprised by Princess Stefani; she came almost like a man, Gretchen’s face drowning in the abundant juices that flowed from Stefani’s pussy. Gretchen tongue fucked Stefani’s asshole, her cum leaking down to roll over Gretchen’s lips. Stefani gobbled up Gretchen’s cum too eagerly, enjoying the taste. Stefani’s fingers seemed to know exactly what to do, rubbing Gretchen’s slit, moving in and out of her vagina, pulling and tugging on her clit until she climaxed, her body shaking and trembling as Stefani’s did. The pirates were clapping and hooting as the girls came all over each other. “Look at them buck up and down.” “They like a tongue up their asses; we’ll see how they like cock instead!” “Look at the cum from the Princess. She is soaking her lowly handmaiden with her cum.” The girls finally slumped down, their tongues pushed from their asses, Stefani’s sex covering Gretchen’s face, almost smothering her. “MMMG,” Gretchen struggled as she fought to breath, Princess Stefani’s sex covering her face. Gretchen finally threw Stefani off, sucking in air. “Sorry Princess Stefani, but I couldn’t breath.” “I’m sorry, Gretchen, but I’ve never felt anything so unbelievable.” She whispered to Gretchen as though the pirates didn’t see the spectacle that they had just put on. “I’m not sure if it was your tongue, my tongue inside you, the thought of being forced and watched to perform for these vile pirates, but it was explosive, never having expected such a feeling before. I hope it will happen again.” She moved closer to Gretchen, whispering in her ear. “Maybe we could do this again, without the pirates?” Gretchen couldn’t deny the tremendous orgasm that had rocked her body, more intense than she had ever felt before. “Yes, Princess Stefani, I would love to,” she whispered back. “Very good, girls,” the Captain clapping; the other pirates joining in. “But it is time to get the Princess ready for her wedding night. I have such preparations for her. Let’s go, M’Lady; to my cabin. I have such wonderful things to do to you. I’m not sure if you will enjoy it as well as I do, but I don’t care. After all, you are here to service me, not the other way around.” He pulled her up, handing her a small almost translucent piece of clothe. “Wrap this around your waist.” He watched as she complied, the material sitting low on her hips, the only way it would fit and still cover her sex from the prying eyes on the pirates. “I love your tits naked. I enjoy the way they bounce so gently as you walk; it keeps my cock hard at the thought of you.” He could also see her dark bush outlined through the translucent skirt. Chapter 7 Pain and Pleasure, Aroused and Unfulfilled She felt self-conscious as she walked to the Captain’s cabin, knowing that he was behind her, watching her naked body as she moved. So self-conscious, her hips began to sway more than usual, as if she was trying to allure him. She couldn’t get used to her nudity in front of men. She was afraid of what would happen when they got back to the cabin, his comments vague, but she knew that she would have to submit sexually to him, just not sure how perverse the acts he would require of her. And tomorrow he intended to take her precious virginity in his sham marriage. She opened the door, the Captain quickly following, the sound of the door closing so final. She turned toward him, quickly embarrassed that her gaze went to the front of his trousers first, the bulge obvious. “What are you going to do?” “From where you are looking, I should fuck you,” laughing at her discomfort of being discovered looking at his cock. “But I’m going to save that until our wedding day tomorrow. I’m going to take your virginity while you’re in your wedding dress. The very wedding dress you were saving for your true love. I want you begging to be fucked. So tonight I’m going to arouse you; arouse you as you never have been before. I’m going to take you to places where you’ve never been before.” “Never. I’ll never beg you to take me,” a look of defiance on her face. In spite of what she had endured, she still had her innocence to defend, and she would not willingly surrender it to this unkempt rogue. “I think you’ll be surprised at what will arouse you, Princess. You’ll be begging to cum before the night is over.” He moved behind her before she even had a chance to react, pulling her arms behind her. He pressed against her almost-naked ass, making her feel his hard cock. “This is going up your hot, tight pussy tomorrow, Princess. It’s going to make a woman out of you.” He threw her onto the chair in the corner as if she was a bag of potatoes. She sprawled out on the chair, her hands moving down to cover her legs, the piece of cloth doing little to hide her sex from him. The chair had a high back, wooden armrests and seemed to be secured to the floor in some manner. “Hands above your head,” he ordered her, moving behind her. “Now!” She raised her hands up, looking up at him in fear as he yelled his commands. He grabbed her tiny wrists in one hand, able to overpower her easily. With the other hand, he ran a leather strap around each wrist and through the center until they were both securely tied together, the leather digging into her white, tender skin. He yanked her arms up higher, pulling her body taut, her naked breasts rising up. He slipped the strap through the peg at the top until she was bound to it securely. She was stretched upright so far that her ass barely touched the chair. He loved to see female flesh bound, their bodies drawn tight, helpless, unable to stop the perversities that he would inflict on them. It always made his cock harder. He knelt before her, her thighs clamped tightly together, the material of her skirt hiked high up her legs, barely covering her sex. With her arms bound, there was little she could do to stop him. He tied another leather strap around her ankles until they as were securely bound together as her wrists. His dark, brooding eyes stared up at her, his hands sliding up her naked legs until he rested on the top of her legs. She didn’t understand it. When he tied her up, her body became relaxed, almost as though he was about to make love to her. What has he done to me? A shiver ran through her body as his hands moved up her legs, caressing her flesh, testing the leather straps as she struggled. A feeling of helplessness crept through her body as she became resigned to her fate. His hands slid between her thighs, pushing out until she obliged him, bowing out her knees; his hands urging her compliance until he was satisfied. The material draped around her waist barely covered her sex, the flimsy garment no protection from his prying eyes. “You won’t need this,” tearing the tiny bit of cloth from her body, leaving her naked. Her thighs slapped together, his hand moving quickly between her thighs again, this time prying them open for his leering eyes. He admired her naked body, her heaving breasts, nipples hard in spite of what he was going to do to them. He inhaled her scent, her arousal giving her away. “I guess you need to be taught obedience. Now keep those silky thighs open for me.” She trembled at his voice, afraid of how he would teach her. She parted her thighs wide, straining to please him even though the bowing out of her legs strained the straps holding her ankles, the leather digging deeper into her flesh. She looked down at her labia opened wide, her pink pussy still slick with Gretchen’s saliva and her cum glistening in the candlelight of the room. It even made it more humiliating to submit to him like this. Never mind the now-familiar tingling between her legs, the same thing she felt when Gretchen licked her sex. Another thick leather belt was secured around her waist, securing her tightly to the chair. “What are you going to do?” She was afraid of the answer, the tight bondage sure to keep her from moving. Moving away from what? She didn’t have to wait long for an answer, the Captain opening a cupboard on the wall. Stefani was shocked by what she saw. He enjoyed the look in her eyes when he opened the cupboard, his collection of whips hanging from hooks inside. “Yes, these are going to be used on your lovely body tonight. The most intimate parts of your body. And it’s those lovely titties where I’m going to start. “NOOO! Please don’t,” she cried out. “I’ll suck your cock!” She even used that foul word, anything to prevent the pain he intended to inflict on her body. She shut her knees, a sharp slap on her upper leg catching her attention. “Keep them open,” he ordered her, another quick slap on her other leg enforcing her compliance. “No need to suck my cock tonight, Princess. I want to be rock hard for your virgin pussy tomorrow. I want you to feel every inch of my rock-hard cock inside that hot, tight, virgin hole. You’ll remember my cock for your whole life; girls always remember the first time. But yours won’t be a honeymoon that any girl would dream of.” He picked up a lambskin flogger to start on her titties. It had soft edges and wouldn’t have the bite of the more severe floggers. The tails were over sixteen inches long, forty of them in all, more than enough to cover her ample breasts. He picked up a four-inch block of wood. He pinned the block between her back and the chair, the four-inch block of wood pushing her chest out, sticking painfully into her back. She looked down, her breasts thrust out obscenely as if she were offering them up to the whip. “Please no, don’t,” she begged, tears in her eyes as she stared at the flogger, not knowing how hard or soft it would be, just knowing that it was only the beginning, the cupboard filled with more severe whips. “I like the way your titties are presented for me, Princess. I’m going to enjoy punishing those beauties.” The Captain swung the flogger through the air, the whoosh of the tails scaring Stefani, purposely leaving her on edge. Her bound position was already painful with the straps digging into her flesh and the block of wood digging into her back. But she knew it would only get worse. She heard the whoosh and the air blowing close as the flogger passed through the air, Stefani holding her breath for that first strike. She couldn’t do anything but watch the Captain’s eyes, seeing his hand raise up and swing the flogger again, this time moving from the side, the flogger hitting her left breast with a thud. She gave out a tiny yelp, surprised that the pain wasn’t as bad as she expected. The flogger’s tails were soft lambskin. While there was an initial stinging, it went away rather quickly. Another swing, this time on her right breast, her breasts bouncing as the Captain put a little more power behind the blow, swinging upward, catching her breast from beneath, bouncing it up and down on her chest as the sting raced through her tender flesh. “EEEHH,” Stefani gritted her teeth at the unexpected pain this time. She looked down at her nipple. It was huge, over an inch long and was so hard that it almost hurt. Could I be getting excited by the whipping? Was my nipple hard in anticipation of feeling the sting of the flogger on the blood-engorged tip? She looked at him, seeing that he noticed the same thing, a big grin on his face. He enjoyed the way her titties danced for him. He slapped both of her titties, moving from one to the other without pause, watching as they both bounced up and down, the white skin already taking on a pink tint. He purposely missed her nipples but aimed close, the tails bouncing over her dark areolas, making the nearby nipple hard. She only made tiny yelps of pain, suffering the flogging, her hands clenched tightly over her head. She could only watch as if she weren’t there, all except the sting in her breasts. They jiggled erotically, as though they were putting on a dance for him to entice him. And her nipples ached, longed to be touched, not sure why he didn’t strike them. Stefani even tried to move them in front of the flogger, but the tight bondage prevented anything but token attempts. Would he use the flogger between my legs? Would I become aroused as Gretchen had made me? She didn’t understand these erotic feeling she was having. She was a Princess. She shouldn’t be aroused while stripped naked against her will and bound to a chair while being whipped. After about twenty slaps with the lambskin flogger, it was time to move on to a harsher version. He pulled out his favorite, the horsehair flogger. Over a pound of horsehair. Looks were deceiving. It not only stung but struck with a thud. James looked down at her lovely breasts, a slight pink tinge to them, but her nipples were what enticed his eyes. Thick brown nipples surrounded by a light brown areola. Hard and long as though they were reaching out for the whip. He dragged the horsehairs over her breasts, this time her nipples were not neglected. Stefani shuddered. “Is that what you want, Stefani? The touch on your nipples?” God, the horsehair wasn’t as soft as it looked, especially when he dragged it over her neglected nipples, feeling as if a sharp knife touched them. If she could have, she would have pushed her breasts out farther, the tips so sensitive, wanting the touch of anything on them, even the horsehair. The whip trailed over them, first the right one; Stefani watching as her nipple peeked out from under the horsehair, the tip so hard and long, the blood throbbing in the end, tender to the touch. Then the left one begged for the touch; the Captain smiling as he brushed it over and around the nipple, teasing it to erection. She thought it would burst, afraid it would when the Captain would slap it with the horsehair flogger. The Captain noticed a change in the Princess’s demeanor. It seemed that the orgasm induced by Gretchen had brought out a desire that was previously locked in her virgin body - the joys of a sexual awakening. He watched her clench her eyes tightly as he drew back the horsehair whip, letting it swing sideways, catching one of her breasts from the side, the multitude of hairs striking across her swollen nipple, drawing a gasp from her lips. “AAAAGGGHH,” she cried out as her nipple bore the brunt of the flogger, the harsh slap of so many hairs dragging painfully over the tip. The pain shot through her breast, sending a strange shiver through her spread legs that confused her. While it hurt, she also felt something different, difficult to explain even to herself. Or try to acknowledge. She had little time to contemplate these feelings as the flogger struck her other breast with a thud. The Captain delighted in sending the brunt of the hairs across her other swollen nipple, lashing out at the sensitive nerves on the tip as her hardened nipple begged for the attention. “GGGODDD have mercy on me,” Stefani cried out, her ass raising up from the chair as the pain shot through her body, straining to keep her legs bowed out for him. She struggled with the desire to close her legs, to squeeze her pussy tight, anything to quench the desires she felt down there. If only I could feel the touch of Gretchen on my body again, to make me cum again. What had the ruthless pirates done to me, making my desires so unquenchable? The Captain crisscrossed her breasts with the horsehair flogger, delighting in the way her heaving breasts danced to the beat of the flogger, punctuated by screams of pain that made his cock jump in desire. The white flesh of her bosom turned a deeper pink, the horsehair drawing blood to the surface. Her nipples seemed to grow larger and larger; the Captain making sure they received the maximum amount of stimulation each time the flogger crossed her chest. He looked between her legs, seeing her muscles taut as she forced herself to keep her legs bowed out for him, her pussy slick with her juices. She may cry out in pain, but her pussy juiced in pleasure. He stopped, her eyes pleading as he moved his hand to her silky thighs. She jumped as he touched her, startled back to reality. She could only watch as his hand slide up her thigh, moving closer and closer to her pussy, her legs spread for his pleasure. Soon he would know her secret; her pussy lips pulled back, her pink inner lips slick with her juices. It wasn’t any longer from Gretchen’s tongue; it was from the flogging of her breasts, unable to comprehend her own desires. His finger teased her labia, running up and down her puffy lips, pulling on her hairy bush, yanking an errant hair until it plucked out painfully. “Your pussy is drenched, my Princess. Could you be enjoying having your lovely tits thrashed?” He saw the shame in her face, her skin flushed. He could smell her arousal, wanting to taste her pleasure now. He untied her and led her over to the bed, Stefani still sobbing as he lay her down on her back. He quickly stripped off his clothes, Stefani not even paying attention to him until he got into bed with her. He tied her arms over her head to the headboard, seeing the terror in her eyes at being bound naked on the bed. He was naked, climbing in the bed next to her, Stefani trying to move away from him. “Now comes the pleasure, Princess.” He pressed his cock against her naked hip, feeling her jerk as she felt the hot flesh pushed against her. He moved his hand up to her breast, her eyes opening widely when he touched her abused breast, his calloused fingers bringing back the pain that he had inflicted on her. In spite of what he did to them, her nipples stood out like hard pebbles begging to be fondled. “That hurts,” she cried out when his hand began to caress her breast. In spite of the pain, she also felt something else. The same tingling she felt between her legs when he whipped them. What would he do to her? His hand grasped her breast in his powerful palm and compressed the flesh; her nipple poking into his palm. His other hand reached over to pluck her hardened nipple, two powerful fingers gripping it tight as she moaned in pain. He worked over her breasts for ten minutes, pinching and pawing at the nipples, keeping them erect and hard, all the while she squirmed and moaned on the bed. Her squirming excited his cock, the silky skin of her flesh rubbing so nicely over the head of his cock. “Spread your legs for me, Princess. As you did before, your knees bowed out, the bottom of your feet pressed against each other. I want you open and available for me.” He pressed his mouth to a nipple, sucking the swollen nub deep into his mouth, his rough tongue lapping back and forth over the tip. His hand slid down her naked abdomen, feeling her suck in her stomach as he moved lower and lower. He touched the top of her bush, pulling on the heavy clump of dark hair until it strained at the roots, her ass arching up from the bed as he tugged painfully. He slid his hand down farther, running his fingers over her puffy labia. Her pussy felt drenched, his fingers extracting such unexpected pleasure from her body even without touching her sex. She spread her legs too willingly, getting in the desired position he wanted, ashamed that her sex was so open and available to him. Her nipples craved the touch of his mouth, his lips sucking them deep into his mouth as his tongue danced over the tips. The pain was quickly being replaced by the pleasure, Stefani not understanding it herself. His fingers tugged on her pubic hairs, the sharp bite when he plucked a hair shooting into her brain. Her legs were already spread obscenely for him, trembling as he moved closer and closer to her wet pussy. He pinched her labia in his strong hand, tugging on the puffy lips, yanking them out, moving up and down her slit, her labia pinched tightly together. “Such a nice pussy, Princess. You like your pussy played with?” He teased her as his fingers played with her wet slit. He pushed her lips apart wider, his other hand slipping them back, revealing in all her glory her wet inner pussy. “You’re drenched, Your Highness,” laughing at her discomfort. “You’re dripping wet like a cheap whore.” She was so humiliated, forced to lay there, her legs spread submissively while he masturbated her, his banter embarrassing her as he made her wet with desire. “OOOHH,” she murmured, trying to hide her ardor, but his finger pushed against her virgin hole, the first time a male had ever touched her there or seen it. His finger circled the tiny hole, pressing in as he did, Stefani feeling her pussy opening up to the ever-widening circle, her hips moving to the intimate probing. “No, not there,” she cried out in pleasure when his finger touched her pleasure button, the place that Gretchen had taught her that would bring the delicious orgasm that shattered her body. But he wouldn’t be deterred, two fingers peeling back the protective hood until it was exposed. “It looks just like a tiny cock,” the Captain commented as the dark red bud pushed up in arousal, his finger rubbing back and forth over the tip, Stefani’s gasps of pleasure made his cock jerk against her naked hip. He played with her for over forty45 minutes, bringing her close to an orgasm then stopping, her hips searching for the fingers that were bringing such pleasure, the Captain moving back, her legs bowing out wider. “Please. Please let me cum.” She begged him, her body betraying her, seeing the Captain’s fingers soaked in her juices, her sex undulating up and down in mock fornication, searching out relief. She wanted what Gretchen had given her, the incredible pleasure that raced through her body. He stroked her nipples until she settled down, then returned to the masturbation of her virgin sex. His fingers ran up and down her slit, pulling back her labia until she ached in pain, his finger slapping at her swollen clit as she shuddered in pleasure and pain. For long minutes he brought her to almost the peak of pleasure, only to stop, preventing her from achieving the orgasm she so desperately sought. Then he began again, her body glistening from the sweat, his fingers again masturbating her, using her own body against her as he brought her to the brink of cumming. He suddenly got up. He grabbed her ankles in one hand, tying them together. He got up, looking down at her naked body, her face covered in her unfulfilled despair. “I have to check on my men. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” He got up, closing the door behind him. She didn’t even fight the bondage again, her body drained, her emotions at the brink of exploding. He tied her to the bed, but then he left her, Stefani overly aroused, already learning the pleasure of cumming, wanting more. It was terrible laying there bound for hours, the only thing she could think about were the ropes that secured her naked body. And the itch between her legs. She looked out the single porthole, the sun shining in the window, the day getting later. She heard footsteps in the hall, finding her heart racing excitedly, passing by, her stomach sank at the disappointment. How could I want him to come back, knowing that he would only abuse me and not allow me to cum? Were the feelings that good that I would rather feel them and still be unfulfilled? She heard footsteps again, this time watching as the door knob slowly opened, the Captain entering, her eyes staring at the front of his trousers, almost pleased to see the bulge. “Did you miss me, Princess?” He looked down at her on his bed, her naked body bound and helpless, his cock jumping in his pants. “And why would I miss a ruffian like you?” She wasn’t sure if she was convincing. She watched as he untied her legs but made no attempt to untie her hands. “You want me to whip those titties again.” Her breasts still ached from the whips that he used, and they were the soft-tipped whips. “No,” she replied, trying to sound as if she were still in charge, but her bound hands gave her little leverage. He flipped her over onto her belly before she knew what was happening, gazing at her firm cheeks, split enticingly by her crack, her clenched legs hiding her treasures from his eyes. He would soon remedy that. “Then it’s a spanking for you.” She turned her head around to see him, her body tossed over onto her belly by his strong hands. She hated that he was so powerful, throwing her onto her belly, but she couldn’t understand the tingling she felt as his powerful hands touched her. “You can’t do that!” She shot back. “I’m not a child that is bad.” “I’ll spank you because I enjoy it.” He rubbed his cock in excitement, pulling it out of his trousers so he could stroke the naked flesh. She could see his naked cock growing, knowing that he was enjoying overpowering her and sexually abusing her. She turned her head away, her silent surrender. His calloused hands returned to her hips, drawing them up until her ass was sticking up at least six inches. His hands caressed her flanks before moving up to run over her cheeks, Stefani tightening her cheeks each time his hand would pass over her crack. “Nice tight ass, Princess.” His finger trailed along her crack, her cheeks clenched tight, her muscles taut. He wanted to see more, pushing her legs out until she complied. Her cheeks parted, but her buttocks clenched and unclenched uncontrollably each time he ran his hands over them, teasing along her crack, making her clench her cheeks tightly together as if she could stop him. “CCCRRRACCCCKK!” His hand stung her ass, Stefani’s body jerking up in pain. She looked back at him, defiant. “CCCRRRACCCK!” The next blow hit her other cheek, the pain radiating out from the spot where his large palm encircled her cheek. She could feel the burning in both of her cheeks. “Nice and pink, Princess.” He rubbed her cheeks, feeling the heat in them, her muscles taut waiting for the next blow. He didn’t disappoint her, his hand swinging from the side, catching her right cheek. He enjoyed the way her muscles quivered beneath the blow of his hand. He continued to work on her cheeks until they were a bright red, pausing between each blow to caress them softly. “Keep your legs spread, Princess,” he ordered her, swinging his hand to give her one final swat on her ass, her body jerking, a silent tremor running through her body. She felt so helpless, lying naked on the bed, her legs spread, her arms bound over her head and the Captain was spanking her with his powerful hands. Her ass was ablaze in pain, each blow sending tremors through her body, Stefani whimpering softly, refusing to show this ruffian her pain. His fingers slid along her crack, the spread of her legs allowing him access. As his fingers moved from the top of her crack down, her cheeks clenched as he neared her anus. He stopped, her cheeks clenched tightly on his fingertip. “Relax your ass or it’s another ten on those lovely cheeks.” His other hand slapped her available cheek, her body jumping up as a tiny cry escaped from her lips. He hit her harder this time, Stefani unable to quench the cry of pain. She couldn’t take another ten on her ass. She surrendered, her cheeks relaxing, feeling the finger between her cheeks. Her crack was wet with perspiration, seeing her firm cheeks unclench, her cheeks parting. “Good girl,” he praised her. His finger moved down until it got to her anus. He pulled her cheeks apart until the tiny hole was revealed. His fingertip circled the hole, a gasp from Stefani’s lips, her body trying to push deeper into the bed as if she could escape his probing finger. She felt the uncomfortable feeling as his fingers pried apart her cheeks, Stefani knowing that he could see her backside. His finger continued to move until she felt it on her anus, her cheeks clenching and unclenching uncontrollably from the unnatural touch. Why did these men have such an attraction to such a place? She bit her lip as she felt the finger circling her hole, bracing for the inevitable. “EEEEHH,” she gasped as his fingertip suddenly snapped inside her hole, feeling her tiny anus spread wide before it finally gripped his finger. She was so tight, barely able to contain his finger, never mind his cock. He would have to prepare her, stretching her slowly so he could fully enjoy taking her in the ass. Captain James pushed with his finger, twisting and turning until her rectum gripped his finger up to the first joint. “Nice tight ass, Princess. Are you saving it for me?” She couldn’t keep her hips still, moving from side to side as he finger wormed its way inside her. His finger pressed hard against her inner muscles, Stefani trying to stay quiet as she suffered his anal probing. How long would he do this? She knew he would take her in the ass, just as the First Officer had done to Gretchen, unable to comprehend how she would take the pain. His small finger hurt enough, his cock huge compared to it. “Ummmm,” trying to stay silent, but his finger continued to bore into her very soul, twisting and turning, never stopping as she felt it inch up into her bowels. He began to pull his finger out, feeling her muscles fighting it as much at its leaving as when it entered. He kept just the tip of his finger in her asshole, circling her anal ring, stretching it wider as her ass began to move up. He pushed back in, her hips driving down into the bed as if she could somehow escape. Over half of his finger was inside her. He stopped, enjoying the way her muscles rippled up and down his finger. He slapped her ass with his free hand, her body jumping, but nothing could compare to the way her asshole tightened on his finger. “I like that, Princess. Can you tighten on my finger? Show me the pleasure your round asshole could bring to my cock.” She didn’t move; another sharp slap to her ass and her muscles tightened on his finger. “We can do it painfully or not?” Every time she defied him he slapped her ass, the stinging beginning again. Her cheeks were already sore and tender, the fresh slaps bringing back the pain. After two slaps, she complied with his obscene wish, feeling the finger inside her guts, clenching her cheeks until her muscles gripped it possessively. She felt it move, releasing her muscles in shame. His cock danced on her hip as her asshole came alive, her muscles gripping his finger so tight that she pushed the blood from the tip. “Again, this time hold it.” Her muscles clenched tight immediately, her ass rising up as she strained to hold her muscles tightly over his finger. How could I do such a thing? Forced to grip his finger that speared my rectum and pushed inside my guts. She gripped his finger as long as she could, finally relaxing her muscles. “One more time, Princess.” Her ass rose up as she gripped his finger, feeling it pushing deeper into her bowels, twisting and turning as he bore into the center of her being. She felt relief when she released the finger, feeling it moving out, staying just inside her anal ring as she waited, her body tense, afraid of what he might do. He circled the hole, making it open wider, enjoying the way her body trembled beneath his powerful finger. He pulled his finger out. “On your back, Princess.” He flipped her over until she was on her back, her flushed face staring up at him. “It is time for some pleasure, Princess. Legs spread wide,” he ordered her. She instantly obeyed, her legs spread as if she were a barmaid bending her legs up for him, spreading her knees outward until her pussy was obscenely exposed. She almost felt she deserved the pleasure, her ass stinging from the spanking, her anus still feeling the finger inside her. “EEEEHH,” she moaned softly when his hand spread her legs wider as she tried to accommodate his hand. Even a faint touch on her sex sent a strange thrill through her body at the thought of him masturbating her again. One finger pushed between her lips, her pussy instantly juicing. The Captain felt her juices as he slid his finger up and down her slit, pushing between the swollen lips, her body jumping as he touched her intimate inner lips, tiny gasps from her lips as he began to masturbate her again. “Your pussy is so wet, Princess.” He moved his finger up and down, moving closer and closer to her clit, Stefani’s hips rising up each time as if she was searching for his touch. He teased her, stopping before touching her, moving back down her slit as she began to rotate her hips in a circle. He moved lower, down to her vagina, circling the tight hole with his finger. His hand went to the top of her bush, running through the dense hair, moving down until he found the top of her slit, two fingers pushing her open, the hard bud of her clit standing out like a miniature cock. He pressed his fingers on the sides of it, pressing down, pushing the hood aside to expose the red organ. “Relax, Princess, and I will make you feel good again.” She felt his fingers begin to massage her clit, suppressing her moans of pleasure as she felt the unmistakable shiver run through her sex, just as Gretchen had done with her tongue. She forgot all about the finger that had been shoved up her ass, concentrating on the pleasure his finger brought to her swollen clit. Her hips began a gentle fucking back and forth, unable to control her own emotions as she lay naked and the Captain masturbated her. She opened her eyes, seeing him kneeling above her, his cock jutting out hard in front, his eyes watching her. “You like being masturbated, don’t you, Princess? You like being manhandled against your will, forced to engage in acts you had never even thought of, never mind experienced. Tomorrow you will learn the fine art of taking a man inside your body and pleasuring him until he fills you with his cum. If you obey and perform well, I will allow you to cum. I know you liked that with Gretchen. It will be better with my cock.” She lay there, her legs spread wide like a barmaid while the Captain played with her body. He would tug on her nipples until they were swollen with lust, the tips so sensitive from the whipping as he tugged and yanked them painfully. But the pain soon turned to pleasure, his fingers igniting the lust in her loins. Then he would return to between her legs, his fingers yanking her lips back, exposing her inner lips to his eyes and fingers, his calloused fingertips rubbing up and down her slit, her juices letting them glide back and forth while her body shuddered in pleasure. He knew exactly when to stop, Stefani trying to cum so bad, her hips moving back and forth, searching out the fingers that deserted her at the critical time. He would then move to her anus, playing with the tiny hole, Stefani unable to control her own muscles, the anal ring would spasm each time he circled the tiny pad with his wet fingertip. She could feel it trying to enter her, straining to keep it out, a slap on her ass stinging, reminding her that he was the master of her body. He kept her on the edge for another hour, her eyes closed in pleasure, moaning as he plucked her swollen clit with his fingertip, snapping at it hard with his nail when she was on the edge, her pleasure quickly turning to pain as his hard nail slapped her blood-engorged clit. Her pussy drenched the sheet below her, her inner thighs wet with her juices as she tried so desperately to cum. “Please don’t stop; make me feel the pleasure,” she begged him. “Not yet, Princess. He tied her ankles together, putting his cock back in his trouser. “Work to be done, Princess. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” He shut the door behind him, hearing her cussing him as he walked down the corridor. She swore at him, unbecoming of a Princess, but she was frustrated, her body brought to the brink of an orgasm, and he left her, bound and naked and unable to achieve the pleasure Gretchen had given her. She fumed for an hour, finally calming down, trying to put the pleasure out of her mind, but each time she did, Captain James’ face would return in her head, his large hands arousing her to a fever pitch while his naked hard cock bobbed only inches from her face. She imagined reaching out and capturing his cock in her willing mouth, hoping that if she gave him his pleasure, he would reciprocate. * * * She heard the footsteps, growing excited as his familiar footsteps moved closer to the door. She could almost feel her pussy growing wet in anticipation. Is that what I had become? His cock was hard thinking about her as he moved to his cabin. He was greeted by the sight of her lovely naked body stretched out on his bed, the ropes holding her arms over her head. It was afternoon, the sun moving to the other side of the ship. “I hope you didn’t miss me, Princess.” He didn’t waste any time, untying her ankles. He flipped her over onto her belly, noticing that she spread her legs willingly. She knew what she had to do. If she wanted the pleasure, she knew that he would spank her first. And then probe her backside with his finger. Only then would his fingers excite her sex. “You’re learning, Princess. Can your raise up your ass?” His hands moved her hips up until her ass rose up at least a foot from the bed. He slid his hand between her thighs, tapping on the tender inner thigh. “Spread your legs open wider.” She obeyed without question. He positioned her until she was kneeling, her legs spread, her cheeks parted. He began to spank her without warning, harder this time. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, the rapid staccato of his spanking ringing out in the small room. Stefani struggled to stay in the position he wanted, her cheeks burning as they turned hot and sore from his spanking. She counted at least 20 before he stopped. She was panting when he stopped, trying not to cry. She looked over her shoulder, knowing what was next. She had to suffer the fingering of her backside. Her eyes were pleading with him, but he showed her the glass jar with the thick, clear oil in it. “It’ll make it easier, Princess. My finger will slide inside you and will allow me to go deeper.” He laughed at her look of disgust at the thought of being lubricated and probed. What she didn’t know was that he had put peppermint in the oil. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction to the hot peppermint in her tender passage. She felt the sudden cold as the oil was poured between her cheeks, feeling some of it drip down her crack and slide over her pussy from behind, dripping onto the mattress beneath her. It felt good; the cold liquid seemed to take some of the heat from her ass. She felt him pour more cold juice over her ass, this time his hand following, massaging the oil between her cheeks and over her anus. His finger rubbed the slick oil over her anal pad, Stefani at least thankful that his finger slid easily inside her. He lubricated her rectum. It suddenly hit her, the juice began to burn, burn intensely in her most intimate nooks and crannies. He felt her squirming, slapping her ass hard. “Hold still.” “It hurts, hurts bad.” She tried to close her legs but the Captain slapped her ass cheeks. She parted her legs again, feeling the juices move into her pussy, dripping between her spread lips. It burned her tender inner flesh. She could only lay there and suffer as his hands began to sensuously rub her ass cheeks, sliding easily over the oil, his finger sliding up and down her crack, one finger stopping at her anus, rubbing the oil over the tender, abused hole and inside her. He saw her anus pucker, straining as she fought the terrible burning on her skin. Even her ass arched up, her anal ring beginning to spasm uncontrollably. He pressed his finger against her anal ring, sliding his other hand beneath her, forcing her to push her ass up to accommodate his large hand that grasped her sex. She arched upward, his finger poised at her hole, feeling her straining to keep it out of her most intimate hole, but unable to stop her own ravishment. Stefani couldn’t do anything, his hand gripping her sex in his powerful palm, squeezing her labia tightly, forcing her to arch her ass up from the bed. With his finger poised at her anus, she couldn’t do anything but aid in his impalement of her anus by his finger, slowing pushing up as the finger began to breach her tight hole. Her ass cheeks burned from the oil, and now her anus began to burn as his finger spread the fiery fluid inside. The finger began a slow insertion into her rectum, feeling strange as the thick digit spread her apart. Now she lay on the bed on her stomach, naked, her legs willingly spread wide for him, his fingers crushing her sex while he forced her asshole to engulf his waiting finger. His hand on her sex felt good, the pleasure of his previous masturbation quickly returning. Too quickly. She seemed to be easily overcome with the pleasure that his fingers dragged from her body and that disturbed her. She was a virgin, betrothed to a Prince, and here she was getting aroused after being sexually abused and whipped by a scruffy pirate. Even the thought of taking his cock in her mouth again didn’t disgust her; in fact, the thought of him forcing her to suck his cock was what made her aroused. He could see the change overcoming her, her body now easily aroused, even after the whipping he had subjected her to. He found that happened in some cases, especially with virgins. They didn’t have the experiences to associate with in the past so even pain, as long as pleasure followed would excite them as if that is how everyone received the pleasure. She seemed to be in a daydream, his fingers pulling on her labia, yanking a bunch of pubic hairs out bringing her quickly back to reality. “Yellllp,” a sprig of dense hair pulled from her bush bringing back the reality of the pain. His finger slipped between her lips, his powerful hand gripping her sex tightly, squeezing the flesh, forcing her ass to arch up. MMMM,” she moaned in pleasure and pain as her anal ring was forced wide by the thick finger, burning as it stretched wider to engulf his thick knuckle. It felt like his finger was so long, moving around as if it was a bug, disconcerting as it burned and tickled her insides all at the same time. The finger massaged her rectum, rubbing back and forth over the muscles as she tried to control the unnatural spasms of her muscles, tightening up on the finger as she fought the urge to have a bowel movement, afraid of having an accident. “Such a nice, hot, tight hole you have, Princess. And such a grip.” He squeezed her pussy hard, forcing her ass up higher. “Take more of my finger in your ass.” He felt the rhythmic clenching of her muscles. “Yes, it feels so good when you tighten up on my finger.” His cock throbbed with desire; the thought of her asshole masturbating his cock with her clenching muscles excited him. “You’ll do well when I sodomize you, Princess. Your asshole will bring me much pleasure.” His finger slide farther inside her, his knuckles finally banging up against her anus, a strange tingling as he hit her anus with a thud that tingled the tiny pleasure sensors that ringed her sensitive hole. How could I feel pleasure from such a despicable and degrading act? The finger began to withdraw, the oil beginning to burn as he dragged his finger from her ass, her anal ring clinging tightly to the thick digit. She could only tighten her hole as the insides of her ass burned, clinging to the finger as if she didn’t want it to leave, the tip of his finger bending inside her, stretching her wide as it did. The Captain removed his hand from underneath her, her ass remaining raised up in offering, his finger now beginning a gentle fucking of her tight, virgin asshole. He could feel her muscles responding to the internal probing, clenching on the invading finger, feeling as if she was trying to pull it deep inside her. Not to dissuade her, he plunged his finger back inside her asshole, sliding easily on the burning oil that lined her delicate passage, her ass rising up high as his finger slid into her colon with a fierceness that dragged a deep scream from her lips. “GGGGODDD,” it hurt when he thrust his thick finger into her reluctant asshole. Yet why am I keeping my ass tilted up in the air for him, my legs spread wide, my anus exposed and available? “It burns,” she cried out. “It’s too big.” She spread her legs a bit wider, hoping to accommodate the thick finger, opening herself up for his anal probing. He was undeterred by her cries of protest, fingering her asshole for ten minutes, his finger sliding in and out with abandonment, sliding back and forth over her clenching muscles as he used her. “You need something bigger back here, Princess, something closer to the size of my cock.” He pulled his finger from her asshole, popping as her hole closed, almost dejected from the loss of the stimulation. He didn’t allow her to get used to the feeling, pushing two fat fingers against her anus, pressing hard as his slick fingers suddenly popped inside. “TTTTTOOOO BBBBIIGGG,” she cried in pain as her anal ring felt as if it were tearing, forced to spread wide to engulf the two fat fingers of the Captain’s. She pushed back with her muscles, straining to allow entrance to her most intimate hole as if she welcomed the intrusion. His fingers were not to be deterred, slowly spreading her open inside, twisting and turning inside her as his knuckles rubbed harshly over her anal passage. She felt the sharp pain in her stomach as his fingers entered her colon, deep inside her bowels, her stomach cramping in pain. God, is this what it would feel like when he sodomized me? He fingered her asshole for another ten minutes before he touched her pussy again, this time two fat fingers sliding between her lips. Drenched, her pussy was wet with desire even without touching her. The anal probing had dragged up a deep, masochistic pleasure that touched her in places that she didn’t want to acknowledge. He began a gentle masturbation of her pussy while his fingers rubbed hard in her asshole, her body bouncing back and forth between the pleasure and pain he was providing. She felt the fingers in her asshole giving her cramps when they pushed deep into her bowels, twisting, turning fingers that rubbed her delicate lining with his knuckles, feeling him trying to expand his fingers, stretching her until she moaned in pain. He would pull his fingers out until only her anal ring gripped the tips, then suddenly plunge them back inside her with such ferocity that it tore the air from her lungs. His other hand continued to snap back and forth over her hard and red clit, his fingernail dragging harshly over the super-sensitive bud. When he shoved his fingers inside her asshole, he would pinch her clit with two powerful fingers, forcing her to shove her ass back onto the two fingers already forcefully shoving into her bowels, driving them deeper and more painful into the depths of her bowels. And the hot oil continued to burn her sensitive inner flesh. Captain James continued the duel ravishment of the Princess for over twenty minutes, driving her to the brink of orgasmic bliss then plunging her into the depths of painful hell, her asshole abused for his pleasure. He loved the way she squeezed his fingers, not sure if he could wait to sodomize her, to pleasure his cock inside her buttery insides. He stopped, removing his fingers from her asshole suddenly, seeing her anal ring stay open as if it was waiting for the return of his thick fingers before finally shrinking down, the hole now red and abused. He stopped touching her pussy, her hips moving about, trying to find the fingers that were giving her so much pleasure. “Don’t stop, please. Let me cum,” she begged him, hoping he would give her the release she so badly desired. He was already out the door while she cried out obscenities to him. * * * She saw it growing dark through the porthole, wishing, praying that Captain James would return. She hated what he was doing to her, her mind consumed with the thoughts of cumming. Her heart raced when she heard his footsteps, watching the door as the handle turned slowly, Captain James entering, Stefani’s eyes thrust to the front of his trousers, glad to see the bulge. Captain James looked at her, untying her ankles. He put a jar of oil down on the table. “This one doesn’t burn.” She nodded her head in appreciation, knowing she was going to be anally probed again. When her legs were untied, she turned over, rising up onto her knees, her head down, her hands still tied to the headboard, her legs spreading wider as she readied for her spanking. Readied too easily. It was thirty on her ass cheeks, Captain James blistering her cheeks with his powerful hands. They stung, but his caressing hands made her forget the moment they moved over her cheeks. When he finished, she spread her legs wider, her ass rising up in submission as she felt the cold oil running down her crack. She still hated being penetrated in such a place, but it no longer hurt, even with two fingers stretching her from the inside. His fingers moved with a determination and power, stretching her from the inside, able to feel his knuckles rubbing harshly against the elastic walls of her ass. Stefani endured ten minutes of having her insides stroked with his fingers before he pulled them out, wiping them on one of her cheeks. He flipped her over, tying each leg to the edge of the headboard until she was bent in two, her legs spread wide, the strong scent of her arousal filling the room. He kneeled between her legs, her sharp gasp of surprise when his tongue licked up her slit suddenly. “EEEEHHH,” she couldn’t believe it when he tongued her slit. It was just as Gretchen had done, Stefani’s pussy gushing over the tongue as it worked her over. It ran up and down her slit, from the bottom all the way to her clit, the tip of his tongue stabbing at her erect clit. She didn’t even care when he ate her asshole, his stiff tongue forcing its way inside her rectum. She knew she would cum soon, just a few minutes longer is all she needed. Please, let me cum. “NOOOO!” She screamed frustrated as he moved away. He stood next to her head, taking his cock out of his trousers and hanging it over her face. She did the only thing she could, licking her lips before raising up her head until she could reach his cock. Her tongue curled over the thick head, drawing it into her mouth. She sucked the head in, Captain James making her stretch her neck as she tried to take more of his cock into her mouth. She was so horny that she didn’t care, sucking the head of his cock with such vigor, her tongue racing over the tip, lapping at the cum that leaked from the head. Maybe if I made him cum, he would allow me to do the same. He stroked his cock into her mouth for five minutes, the hard cock jerking in pleasure as Stefani’s tongue raced all over it. But he stopped her, pulling his cock from her mouth before he could cum. He pulled away, but he didn’t leave her, taking off his clothes and getting into bed with her. “Good night, Princess. Get some sleep for your wedding day.” He blew out the candle, pushing up against her ass, his hard cock throbbing as it touched her hot flesh. No, he couldn’t do this. Her body craved the orgasm that she suffered so much for. Even worse, she could feel his cock only inches from her pussy, only inches from satisfying the lust in her loins. She couldn’t move, her body doubled up, the rope keeping her bound to the headboard. “Lay still or I’ll spread you out to the four corners of the bed. You’ll get all the cock you want tomorrow. Just dream of my cock plunging into your virgin pussy, forever taking your innocence from you.” The room turned dark, Stefani hearing the Captain fall quickly to sleep, Stefani unable to do the same. Maybe it was the tight bondage he left her in. Maybe it was the state of her arousal. She did sleep that night, though just when she went to sleep it seemed that Captain James woke up, horny, his fingers playing with her until she woke up. He would arouse her, using his fingers on her pussy and also in her ass, the tight bondage not allowing Stefani to get away from the probing fingers that sought out her asshole. Twice that night his fingers moved in her guts. She was never so glad to see the sun come up the next day. Chapter 8 The Wedding and Honeymoon Stefani barely slept, her pussy burning with desire, her hands bound to her ankles preventing her from touching herself. She did manage to rub against the Captain’s cock, even in his sleep it was hard, but he always woke up before she got too far, moving away from her. “Get up, Princess,” slapping her ass awake. “No wonder you’re tired. You were so randy last night, your hips humping blindly, waking me up. A bath for you and then it is on to your honeymoon. You’ll get all the cock you want by the end of the day. I’m going to snatch your innocence from you, taking it from your betrothed.” He dragged her to the hold, Gretchen already waiting for her with a bathtub filled with steaming water. “If you let her cum, I’ll beat you to within an inch of your life. One of my pirates will stand guard. Get naked with the Princess. Allow him to at least have the privilege of watching you delightful young naked girls take a bath.” The ship dropped anchor long enough for the Captain to take a swim, bathing for his honeymoon. Once he finished, the ship resumed its voyage back to Port Royal, soon with a good wind. They would have more than enough time to play with the girls before they would be sold at the slave auction, expecting a high price for such a lovely band of ladies, their sexual talents improving with practice. The Captain dressed in his finest clothes, clothes he took off the Spanish ship. The honeymoon would take place in the cargo hold; the pirate crew would be privy to the intimate moment when Princess Stefani’s virginity was taken by his cock. He would quickly teach her the finer points of pleasing a man. And her handmaidens would be her maidens of honor, forced to sexually service the pirates as they watched the Princess’s degradation, though they were no longer maidens. The pirate watched them intimately as they bathed, Stefani not sure if he was really watching to make sure that she didn’t have an orgasm or he just enjoyed their humiliation from him watching them bathe. Gretchen’s hands felt good as she washed Stefani, Stefani spreading her legs so willingly, Gretchen quickly washing her sex, the pirate giving her a disapproving look when she languished too long on her sex. A long cloth wrapped around her waist was the only thing Stefani was given for the trip back to the cabin, the pirate following her, his eyes burning a hole in her ass as he watched the gentle sway of her hips as she walked. In the cabin she found her wedding dress, not exactly the way she had planned this day as she slipped into it. She put on a pair of dainty panties, tiny pink ribbons securing the sides, sure that the Captain would tear them from her body, his lust needing satisfaction as much as Stefani’s. She pulled the bodice up, her breasts pushed up high by the whale bones sewn inside her corset, her cleavage greatly enhanced by the gold cross that hung between the twin peaks. She looked in the mirror, truly a Princess stared back at her. “I’m ready,” she told the pirate. She was resigned to her fate. She still wasn’t sure if she was regretting what was going to happen or wishing for it. While the Captain was not a gentleman, far from it; he did seem to bring out the hidden desires that had been locked up in her virgin body. It was the way he took control of her, forcing her to do his sexual bidding that seemed to excite her. There was nothing Stefani could do about it except submit to his perverse demands. And he was handsome in a rugged sort of way. Not refined as the gentlemen she was accustomed to but strong and muscled. And his cock. While she had not seen many before, she knew that this one was exceptional. The thick head, the long shaft, the heavy balls that held his juices, all would bring pleasure to her. Stop it. You’re so horny that you think the Captain is your lover. He is nothing but a rapist and a scoundrel. He will forcefully take your virginity and humiliate you in front of everyone as he does it. Stop acting like a barmaid and be a Princess, refined and distinguished. She held her head up high as she walked out the door. The cargo hold was different by time they arrived. The bathtub was gone, the sheets on the large bed clean. What was different were the stocks that were brought in. Eight wooden stocks lay carefully out in a line, all waiting for their unwilling victims to be locked into them. They were so forbidding, Stefani at least lucky she wouldn’t be subject to such bondage, or at least she hoped she wouldn’t be. There were large holes for the victim’s head and two smaller holes at least two feet from the center hole for their arms. They would be unable to protect their breasts from whatever the pirates cared to inflict on them, including the use of a whip. The top separated, allowing for it to be lowered or raised, forcing the victim high on their toes or bent over deeply, their ass thrust out far behind them. There were eight pairs of holes on the floor board, each evenly spaced, allowing for the varying spread of the victims’ legs. The naked females thrust into the stocks would be subjected to the whims of their captors, all of their orifices available to the cocks of those that would abuse them, unable to even put up a token resistance to their ravishment. The handmaidens gasped when they saw the stocks, all of the girls having lost their virginity to the pirates by now, forced to service more cocks in the last few days than they ever expected to in their lifetime. Each girl had been taught the finer aspects of fellatio, their mouths receiving an abundant supply of sperm, forced to swallow or choke to death. All manner of cocks had entered their vaginas, long ones, short ones, thick ones, skinny ones, all forced into their unwilling bodies as they were fucked. Except for Gretchen, all of the others had been spared the act of sodomy. But it was by design. Princess Stefani’s wedding was to provide the ideal time for them to lose their anal innocence as Princess Stefani would lose her virginity. But it was their assholes that would be speared by the hard cocks of the pirates. Now the stocks awaited them, leaving them vulnerable to the pirates and their perversions. Gretchen was the first to be put in the stocks, not putting up a fight, resigned to her fate. Some of the girls, Camilla one of them, put up a fight, but she was no match for the strong men bending her little body until she was forced into the stocks, her head and arms quickly locked between the heavy wooden posts. To punish her disobedience, they put her legs in the farthest holes, forcing her tiny body in an almost impossible split, her legs almost breaking as she was spread for them. Rough, calloused hands ran over her ass, moving between her widely spaced legs to harshly rub her silky thighs as she gasped in shame, fingers pulling apart her cheeks, exposing her tiny anus to the others. She could hear them commenting lewdly about her, commenting how pink and open she was. The other girls were next, the men making short work of the task. The Captain walked into the hold, his eyes catching the spectacle of eight naked, young girls all lined up in a row. Their heads and arms were bound tightly between the wooden stocks, their legs spread obscenely, their asses thrust brazenly up into the air as if they were begging to be sodomized. Seven pink tiny holes and a ravished one peeked out from between their cheeks; all ready for the quick impalement of a hard cock in celebration of Princess Stefani’s wedding. The Captain stood behind Gretchen, enjoying the sight of the pretty red-haired beauty. He tapped her white ass. “The others will soon learn the joy of pleasing a man with their tight, hot assholes. Just as you have.” He rubbed his fingers over her red, abused asshole. He pushed a finger inside her, hearing her gasp in pain at the quick impalement by his finger. “Still very tight, Gretchen. Show me how you can tighten your asshole to please me.” It hurt when his finger plunged up her asshole, his finger dry, and her anal tract still abused and sore. The finger twisted and turned inside her before she heard his order, Gretchen grunting as she squeezed the fat finger with her muscles. She released then tightened again, the First Officer painfully teaching her how to make a cock cum in her asshole or suffer the punishment of refusal. He slapped her ass. “She is trained well, First Officer. She’d skin your cock with her tightness,” the other men laughing as Gretchen turned red in humiliation. Her life had become nothing more than surviving in order to please whoever had a cock in her body, obeying their perverse orders, the alternative a painful beating. She turned just in time to see the “bride” being led into the hold. She saw everyone looking at her as she walked in. Why shouldn’t they, after all, she was Princess Stefani of the Spanish royal family. She had taken great care to dress circumspectly, sliding into the white wedding dress, her hair fixed by Gretchen. Even the rogue Captain had allowed her some of her jewels, sure that he would take them back, but in the mean time she almost felt “normal.” That was until she saw all of her handmaidens, naked in the wooden stocks that were normally reserved for criminals and pirates. Their bodies were all lined up, each girl presenting her naked backside to the pirates that ogled the prizes before them, the pirates unable to contain their lust, some of them with their cocks already out of their trousers, others openly fondling their own organs in their pants. She caught glimpse of her wedding bed; at least it was clean, the white satin sheets almost glistening in the light of the hold. To the right of the bed stood the smug Captain, his eyes already lusting after her body, Stefani blushing as he caught her looking down to the large bulge in the front of his trousers. She felt this overpowering arousal in her body that needed to be released ever since the Captain had begun to masturbate her yesterday. The Captain had stroked her body almost to orgasm, only to then inflict punishment on her, returning to arouse her over and over, finally leaving her bound and on edge for the night, her body desperate for an orgasm. She needed to feel the pleasure that Gretchen had given her, even if it was by the foul Captain, Stefani almost resigned to the fact of losing her innocence on her bed in the hold of the ship while others watched her ravishment. Or maybe because they would be watching me was what aroused me so much. The thought of a person of such a high stature as myself forced to stoop to such perversities was exciting me, previously used to controlling men, now forced to submit to giving them pleasure at my own expense, sometimes at my own suffering. She walked over to the Captain, the men letting her go, eager to find the naked girl that would be theirs for the night. The Captain bent over, whisking off his hat in mock tribute. “You look ravishing, My Princess Stefani, betrothed to Captain James Bonny, Commander of the High Seas.” “I am not here on my own free will, Captain. My betrothed is Lord Diego of Spain and my heart will forever belong to him.” She gave him her haughty look, shivering in fear at his response but giving him no indication of her fear. “It is not your heart I want to possess, M’Lady, but your body that I will take for my own. I intend to forever take the innocence you have so foolishly protected for your future husband. You have already learned how to service my cock with your mouth, now the treasures between your legs will be mine. My men will witness this act. Your handmaidens’ assholes will satisfy their lust while mine is satisfied in your virgin pussy. There are more days before we make port, more than enough time to teach you the fine line between pleasure and pain. There are many perversities that I will inflict on your youthful body and many pains necessary to make you submit willingly. All of which I will enjoy.” “You may break my body, but you will never break my spirit, Captain James. I will never be trained like one of your whores. I will never willingly give you the pleasure you want; you will have to take it from me.” She hoped she was right, feeling a dampness between her legs that she didn’t understand. His hands reached out for her, Stefani rigid as she waited for his touch on her body again, bracing for the start of her ravishment. The Captain snuggled up next to her, spinning her around so she was facing the men, his hands already around her slim waist, gazing down at the white, proud breasts that brazenly pushed up the front of the white, virginal gown covering her body. He moved his hands up the front of the gown, slowly moving up until he gently cradled her twin peaks, feeling the firm flesh beneath his fingertips. “Such lovely tits, Princess. A bit sore from the attention I paid them. You’ll learn to relish the toys that I have to use on them. Most of them quite painful, but they will force your nipples erect.” She felt his hands begin to get rougher, his powerful hands easily able to encircle her proud breasts, his hands grasping them as if they were fruit to be tested for ripeness. Yet she felt the unmistakable hardness in her nipples, feeling the tips begin to grow as his fingers played over them. She closed her eyes and leaned back, her head thrown to one side, almost enjoying the attention his hands were taking with her firm breasts. She felt him nibble on her neck, his teeth lightly biting her tender skin, his fingers fanning out over her breasts to caress them. She bit her lip as she moaned in pleasure, refusing to do anything to show the Captain that he was arousing her. Her body was bent back, her breasts thrust out brazenly, his hands clenching and grasping her breasts harshly. But it was not pain that she was feeling but pleasure, her panties already damp in her juices, her nipples feeling as if they would burst when his fingers touched them. She had such firm, lovely tits, his hands unable to get enough of them. He bit on her neck, her breasts arched out as if she were offering them up to him, his hands taking full advantage of the situation. “They are too beautiful to stay covered, Princess.” His hand slid to her shoulders, letting the straps slowly slide down her arms. He began to peel the dress down her sides as she clung to him not making any attempt to stop him from stripping her naked to the waist. He heard the material rip, too eager to work on the clasps in the back, watching as the top of her breasts were bared almost to the nipples. He gave one final tug, the silky material bursting at the seam, the dress sliding to hang uselessly at her waist. He was rough, his hands not undressing her as a lover would, but as a rapist, tearing the dress as he attempted to pull it down. She felt her breasts bouncing up and down as they were suddenly freed from the tight confines of the dress, Stefani almost embarrassed that her breasts were that big. All of the pirates’ eyes were on her. Her large, pink-tipped breasts were revealed, the Captain yanking her back, forcing her to arch her back and thrust out her naked breasts obscenely. He watched as her naked breasts spilled from his powerful hands as he cruelly crushed her delicate breasts, igniting the pain from the whipping he inflicted on them last night. His fingers found her tips, swollen in pleasure, pinching them between his powerful fingers, twisting the pink tips as she squirmed, her ass against his cock, moaning in pain. He tugged on the twin tips, yanking them unnaturally, stretching them until her breasts began to pull into cones. He could feel them throbbing beneath his fingers, the crushed tips stretched painfully. She couldn’t believe the pain in her breasts, her delicate flesh yanked almost up into the air until it felt as if he was going to tear them from her chest. Already sore from the whipping, his fingers were harsh, igniting a pain that drove straight through her body. He finally released them, Stefani watching as they bounced up and down, the pink nipples now a deep red. She didn’t have time to even think about it any longer, the Captain’s hands sliding under her dress, lifting up the long skirt until he had it high above her waist. “Tear the dress from her.” “Make her naked. Show us that virgin pussy.” The Captain didn’t want to disappoint his men, his hands gripping the edge of the dress, the sound of ripping filling the room. It soon fell into a puddle on the floor in front of her, a pile of rags the only thing left of her beautiful wedding dress. But he was more concerned with her almost-naked body and the needs of his throbbing cock. Stefani shivered as she was stripped almost naked, her tiny underwear doing little to cover her charms. She could feel them pushed between her lips, knowing that they were drenched in her juices, Stefani unable to comprehend her own body’s betrayal. She looked over at the sound of the scream, seeing Camilla’s head thrown back as she screamed. “NOOOO!!!! TTTAKKKKKEEE IT OUT!!” Camilla couldn’t believe it, feeling the rubbery head of the pirate’s cock placed against her anus. She felt the stretching of her anal ring as he shoved the thick head into her tiny hole. It was too dry. “Make it wet,” she begged, hoping he would put something on his cock to make it go easier inside her ass. She knew she couldn’t stop him, hoping to accommodate him in this latest perversion. He took his cock out, hearing him spit, feeling the hot wetness on her anus, his fingers running over her stretched ring, slick with his spit. His cock was back, the pirate behind her grunting as he shoved inside her. Suddenly she felt it pop inside her, her anal ring slowly stretched wide over the thick head as his cock breached her backside. He kept pushing, his hand gripping her hair, pulling her head up into the air. She felt his body tense, then his hips shot forward as she gasped loudly, impaled on the hard cock that sodomized her. She was bound, unable to stop him, his cock pushing deeper into her ass. He ignored her tightness, grunting as he began to fuck her in her asshole. She couldn’t believe that she could take such a monster up such a tiny hole, but the thick head pushed aside all resistance. She couldn’t control her muscles, her cheeks clenching as the cock began to rhythmically push in and out. His stomach slapped hard against her ass cheeks as he fucked her asshole with powerful strokes. It wasn’t as painful as she suspected, just a terrible fullness, his thick cock filling her round passage. It was more the humiliation, Camilla sobbing at being subjected to such a filthy perversion, the pirate thrusting his hard cock in and out of her ass. She could only wait to suffer the final indignation of having him dump his filthy sperm in her guts. The other pirates were not to be denied, the cries of seven more lovely girls as their assholes were breached joined in, the thick cocks of the pirates sodomizing them as the pirates watched the Princess’s deflowering. The Captain was not to be denied his pleasure, pushing his cock against her ass, his hands sliding down over the flat plane of her stomach until he felt the silky material that covered her pussy. “Spread your legs for me, Princess. Spread your legs for your Master.” He waited, her legs slowly parting, his hand sliding down lower, feeling the thick bush hidden by the underwear. He felt her jerk back onto his cock, her ass sliding sensuously over his hard cock. She felt his hand, uncontrollably pushing back to escape the touch she knew was inevitable. It slid lower down until his large hand gripped her sex, one thick finger between her legs while the others fanned out around her sex, pushing hard. She thought she would cum, drenching his fingers with her juices as she felt his hand again, remembering the masturbation of her sex last night, igniting the arousal in her again. A finger pushed between her lips, sawing back and forth until her underwear was pushed harshly between her puffy lips, his finger keeping them spread. He began to masturbate her again. As much as Stefani protested the liberties the Captain took with her body, she couldn’t deny the pleasure her body felt when he touched her intimately. “Take off your underwear for me, Princess. I’m going to feel your naked pussy again.” She didn’t even hesitate; her hands sliding down to the sides, quickly undoing the dainty bows, the last barrier to losing her virginity would soon be gone. They slipped to the floor, the Captain noticing how wet they were. His hands slipped lower again, two fingers on each side of her lips peeling her back, exposing her pink insides to his men. She removed her panties quickly, aroused to a fever pitch, his hands sending shivers through her body as his fingers peeled her pussy apart as if it were a fruit, the most intimate part of her body exposed to a room of ruffians. His fingers pinched her labia, but it was only pleasure that she felt, the cool air in the hold blowing on her superheated sex. “What a lovely pink pussy.” “Between their legs they’re all the same. Pink and tight. A Princess is no different.” The pirates ogled the Princess’s tight pussy as they fucked the handmaidens in front of them, enjoying the clenching asshole of the maidens. The Captain moved his finger up and down her slit, the Princess pushing her ass back against his rigid cock, the Captain finding his finger soaked in her juices. He could see that she was enjoying the humiliation of being stripped naked and masturbated in front of his men. “On the bed, Princess. Spread those lovely thighs wide. It’s time to lose your innocence.” His cock throbbed as she got into position on the bed, offering up her body for his taking. She could feel his eyes on her as she climbed onto the bed on her knees, her naked ass thrust up, her legs parted, her naked sex peeking out so brazenly. She turned over, seeing the Captain stripping off his clothes. She began to spread her legs for him just as his naked cock leapt from his trousers, the thick flesh bouncing up and down, his hand quickly stroking it. She watched as it grew before her eyes, the head so thick that she was afraid it would tear her when he entered her. But she couldn’t tear her eyes from it, her legs spread obscenely for him, her pussy open and exposed, mesmerized by his hand masturbating his cock to greater proportions. He moved over to the bed, staring into the Princess’s eyes, seeing her surrender. She looked so lovely, naked on the bed, her wet pussy glistening in the bright light of the hold, her legs spread wide for his cock. He slipped between her legs, his hands sliding up her legs to touch her tender inner thighs, seeing her body shudder as he lifted her legs up until her knees bent, her legs bowing out. He could see her tiny asshole peeking out, still red from his rude fondling last night. “Take a hold of my cock, Princess Stefani,” he ordered her formally. He wanted her to take her own virginity. She didn’t even stop to think of the consequences, her small hands eagerly gripping the thick cock, the hot flesh dancing beneath her fingers as he made it jerk. She even let her hands slide up and down the thick shaft, seeing the head glistening with his juices as she began a gentle masturbation as he had taught her. “Rub it up and down your slit. Get it nice and wet with your pussy juices.” He pushed his hips closer to her pussy, her hands bending his cock as she moved it near her spread lips. His cock throbbed with desire when the tip felt the hot skin of her pussy. “Yesss,” he moaned in desire, fighting the urge to shove his cock in her quickly. He wanted her to do it, to take her own virginity. She trembled in pleasure when she rubbed his cock up and down her slit, pausing to rub the wet tip over her swollen clit, her body shuddering in ecstasy as her lips closed over the thick head as it slid easily up and down her drenched pussy. She wanted it. She wanted to feel the thick cock inside her, to feel what it was like to have his throbbing flesh moving deep inside her body for the first time. She pushed it lower, feeling it jerk in her hand, tightening on the shaft as she pushed it against her vagina, feeling for the first time the thrill of hot flesh against her virgin hole. She tightened her body as she felt his hips begin to push, feeling her hole slowly forced open as the hot cock began to enter her. “Ready to be fucked, Princess?” He teased her, shoving with his hips until he felt her virgin hole begin to flower open, her lips slowly closing over his cock. His hands slid down her legs, gripping her behind the knees and began to push her legs up and open, spreading her open for his cock. Her ass rose up as he spread her legs wider, pushing them back, feeling her pussy flower open, the flat plane of her sex obscenely exposed. She braced herself for the first thrust that would take her innocence from her, not sure if she was regretting it or desiring it. He had aroused her, each time letting her down abruptly, her body craving the orgasm that Gretchen had shown her. His head moved down, his mouth slowly engulfing one of her hard nipples, feeling the suction as he drew the swollen tip into the hot confines of his mouth. His tongue lashed at it, back and forth, slapping it as his teeth bit lightly just on the areola, trapping her tit in his mouth. His cock continued to stretch her. Even with the wide expanse of her spread legs, it still hurt as she had to stretch wider than she ever did before. Each time he pushed, her body would jump, his cock jerking in pleasure. His other hand went to her neglected nipple, pinching harder than she liked, but she didn’t discourage it, her sensitive nipples tingling in pleasure. “EEEHH,” she moaned as she felt his cock spreading her open, feeling her pussy slip over the thick helmet of his cock, her tight opening stretched to its limits. She knew he had more, the thick head not even banging against her hymen yet. He loved the feel of her nipples swelling in his mouth and hands, enjoying the way she allowed him to have his way with her body as she laid submissively beneath him, his cock battering against her hymen, ready to tear her innocence from her. He lifted his head, her breast shiny with his spit, her nipple a dark red. Even the areola was covered with tiny bite marks, her chest heaving up and down as she braced to be fucked. He pushed with his hips again, feeling her pussy gripping his cock painfully as he pushed against her hymen, a yelp from her lips. “NNNOOO,” suddenly realizing that she wouldn’t be a virgin any longer, no longer desirable as a wife. She felt his cock straining her hymen, his hips tense, ready to tear apart her virginity in one simple act that would forever change her life. “Please don’t,” she begged him, one last frantic effort. The other pirates all looked up, but not before sinking their cocks deep into the bowels of the girls beneath them. The Princess’s scream caught their attention, wanting to see the Princess lose her cherry to their Captain. The sound of slaps rang out in the room as the pirates hit the naked cheeks of the girls, forcing them to squeeze the cocks that sodomized them, the pirates’ groans of pleasure as the girls were forced to pleasure the cocks that invaded their backsides with the tight muscles of their assholes. “Fuck her, Captain.” “Make her scream.” The Captain moved his hands under her ass, his large palms easily able to encircle her firm ass cheeks. He pulled her ass up, offering up her pussy for this pleasure. “Don’t fight it, Princess. I’m going to be buried in that hot, tight virgin pussy in just a minute.” He could see the tears fall from her eyes as she laid back, her body tense, braced to lose her innocence. Her ass was drawn up higher, feeling his cock pushing harder against her straining hymen, her body tense as she waited for the final ravishment of her body. His face moved to hers, his lips suddenly touching her in an unexpected kiss that made her shiver in lust. His tongue dashed into her mouth, quickly finding her tongue and lashing back and forth over it as his lips pressed harder against hers. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her, never mind with such passion. His tongue seemed to be everywhere in her mouth, reaching into the deep recesses of her mouth. She couldn’t help herself, her tongue rubbing over his, feeling strange that she was kissing back the man that would soon take her innocence. She felt the hands underneath her pulling apart her cheeks, her anus feeling as if it were tearing, her ass arched up higher under his guidance. She felt so open and vulnerable. He was ready, his mouth on hers, ready to smother the scream he would tear from her. When she began to reciprocate with her tongue, he pushed with his hips. He grunted as her hymen temporarily stretched under the brutal pounding of his cock and then his thick cock tore apart her virginity. He shoved hard, feeling his cock breach her pussy, her tight muscles making it hard to shove inside her, her clenching muscles fighting to keep his cock out of her virgin passage. “AAAAGGGGHH,” her scream muffled by his mouth as she felt his cock tear into her virgin hole. It felt as if her sex was being ripped apart by the hard cock that breached her virgin passage in a vicious attack. His hands held her ass arched up, unable to escape the cock that bore deep into her body. She could feel the wetness, sure that it was her virgin blood that was making it easier for his cock to slide inside her, his lips still crushing hers tightly as her body jerked in pain beneath him. Then she felt him withdraw, her pussy gripping the thick cock, feeling her insides being dragged out. “NOOO! Not again!” She felt him, his hips driving his cock back inside her, her pussy stretched unnaturally by the thick flesh that bore inside the very depths of her soul. He drove deeper into her, his hands molded over her ass cheeks, keeping her body up into the air, unable to escape the hard cock that threatened to fuck deep inside of her. He loved the way she screamed beneath him as he tore her cherry, her body bouncing around as she tried to escape his hard cock, his hands holding her tightly as he shoved forcefully inside her. He would have never been able to get as far inside her if it weren’t for her virgin blood, his slick cock pushing aside all her resistance, grunting as her muscles fought the intrusion inside her. She was so hot and tight, fighting the urge to cum, his cock swelling, growing harder, two days of denial driving him to greater lust. He made his cock twitch inside her, groans escaping from her lips. He pulled back so he could see her face, her cheeks wet with tears, her lips clenched tightly as she bore the intrusion of his cock inside her. It seemed to get bigger and thicker. Each time he drove back in, he would drive deeper into her body, touching places that had never been touched, his cock jerking and twitching, stretching her pussy unnaturally. Her hips moved side to side as she tried to escape the cock that pinned her in his hands that offered up her sex to his rampaging member. “Please! Not so hard!” She begged him, but he didn’t even seem to hear her, too intent on plundering the treasure between her legs. His cock throbbed with desire, delighting in her clenching muscles as she strove to push him out. He released her ass cheeks, letting her ass settle down on the bed, pushing her knees back farther, opening her up for the rhythmic pumping of his cock. He looked between her legs, seeing his thick cock pulling out, her pussy ring stretched tightly around the girth of his cock, glistening with a light pink coat of cum and blood. He pulled out until the head of his cock stretched her wide, hesitating for a second. He plunged back in, his hands guiding her hips as his hard cock tore back into her pussy, a gush of air shoved from her lungs as she received his powerful fuck. He had over three-quarters of his cock buried inside her; her hot, buttery insides clenching on his member. It felt as if he was trying to drive his cock through her body and out the other side; Stefani was unable to stop his cock from pushing deeper and deeper inside her. She never felt so full, the hard, pulsating cock moving around inside her, stretching her full with his hard flesh. Each time he pumped into her, he drove another gasp from her lips as he impaled her on his rigid member. She caught a glimpse of the girls out of the corner of her eye, seeing their lips clenched tightly as they were sodomized; their bodies bound tight, the rigid cocks fucking them in a place that Stefani could never have even fathomed before. But she had her own problems; the Captain’s cock moved faster and faster, finally shoving so deep that he banged hard against her cervix. He bottomed out in her pussy, his cock twitching as she shuddered with the fullness that stretched her once-virgin pussy wide. She didn’t know how she had taken it inside her; the thick shaft snuggled tightly inside her. It felt as if he were dragging her insides out of her when he withdrew, feeling every bump, vein and lump on his cock as it pulled out. She braced herself when her pussy stretched around the thick head, knowing it would only be seconds before he fucked back in again. He shoved in hard, making her take the full measure of his cock. “How does it feel to be fucked by a pirate, Princess?” He pressed his cock inside her, making it twitch, feeling her muscles clench on his cock uncontrollably. “OOOGGH,” she cried out as per pussy went from empty to full in only a second, her muscles forced to take the rigid member of the Captain. “Please. Not so hard!” She knew it would do no good, his cock already pulling out, fucking deep inside her again. He began to fuck her fast and hard, his abdomen slamming into her sex igniting a strange tingling in her sex. Her clit was constantly being pounded by the Captain, her pussy stroked from the inside by his thick cock. The pleasure was beginning. Just as Gretchen had taught her the joys of sex, the Captain was igniting a lust between her legs. Her breasts began to bounce up and down, the Captain’s battering of her sex with his cock jolting her body. She felt ashamed at how lewd it looked, her legs drawn up and back as the Captain slammed his cock inside her. It had been a while since he enjoyed the rhythmic clenching of a virgin’s muscles on his cock, her hot, tight passage wet with their juices. He was fucking her hard and she was beginning to enjoy it. He cupped one tit, his fingers pinching the nipple as she squirmed beneath him. He turned her over onto her side, lifting up one leg high, almost at a right angle as she groaned. He sat up on his knees and began to pump her widely spaced thighs, her pussy open and exposed, his cock taking advantage of her position to pound his cock into her unmercifully. Her tits bounced hard as he fucked her, the sound of slapping flesh mixed with her groans exciting him. She thought he was going to split her up the middle, her thighs aching from the widespread split of her legs. Her pussy was so open, his cock taking full advantage and forcing her to take the full measure of his cock with each powerful stroke that jarred her body when he banged into her widely split legs. She couldn’t believe he could fuck her that hard and long without tiring, but he continued his attack without missing a stroke. His hand startled her, sliding along her slit until he found her clit, the bud swollen, his fingers tapping against it. His other hand slid behind her, stroking her ass cheeks, salaciously running over her anus, sending shivers through her body, Stefani afraid he would linger too long on her tiny hole. He liked her grunts as he fucked her, but now it was time to make her cum. He began to play with her clit, her pussy tightening on his cock when he squeezed it, pulling the sensitive button. He slid his other hand along in her juices, running his wet finger over her anus, feeling her muscles spasm uncontrollably. He slapped her ass hard; a yelp tore from her lips, a tightening of her pussy on his cock delighting him. “Such a good fuck, Princess Stefani. Your hot, tight pussy is almost skinning my cock. And I enjoy the way your pussy is milking my cock.” He saw the shame in her face, but she began to rock her hips back and forth, pushing her clit back and forth over his fingertip, her pussy sliding up and down his hard cock. She began to feel the same tingling that Gretchen had incited in her, the cock sliding in and out of her pussy creating a delightful friction as the thick head rubbed back and forth. And she couldn’t deny the pleasure the finger was bringing to her clit. “EEEEHHH,” she screamed as she felt his finger slide inside her rectum, tearing open her anal ring, rubbing back and forth over her muscles. She skewered her pussy back and forth over his cock, his finger in her anus guiding her movements. She couldn’t do anything to stop him, her naked body unprotected. He could feel his cock through the thin layer of membrane that separated his finger in her asshole from his cock in her pussy. It was almost as if he was masturbating his own cock, his fingertip rubbing the head of his cock as he withdrew. Her rectum tried to force his finger out, but he pushed in deeper, Stefani raising up to escape the finger but only succeeding to drive his cock in deeper. She could barely breathe now, her body battered back and forth by his cock, his fingers keeping her in the position he required of her to pleasure him. He pinched her clit hard, her body jerking; his finger forced deeper into her colon, his cock shoving in and out. It was all she needed to push her over the edge. She couldn’t let him do this to her. Not make her cum since he took her innocence from her betrothed. She fought the urge between her legs, but his expert fingers and cock kept drawing her closer to the edge. She had never felt the pleasure that a hard cock inside her could bring, the finger in her backside doing little to quench that lust. In fact, it seemed to draw it out, the feeling of helplessness as his finger rubbed the muscles of her rectum, her anus clenching uncontrollably on the thick digit that speared her to the depths of her soul. And the finger that rubbed back and forth over her clit, dancing on the swollen bud until she felt the shudder run through her body, her pussy beginning to juice on the thick cock that was taking her in powerful strokes that rocked her body. “EEAAAAHHHH,” she screamed, unable to control her emotions as she came, her body racked by the pleasure that raced to her brain. She had never felt anything like it before; even the orgasm that Gretchen had induced in her was nothing like this. She felt so full with a finger and cock, racing in and out of the most intimate parts of her body while she was on display, the pirates looking up as she screamed. He pulled one hand away so the Captain could slap her ass, her muscles tightening on his cock, his finger bending inside her anus sending another orgasm racing through her body. But it was nothing to the one she felt when the Captain’s head reared up and he shouted out his pleasure, spraying her tender insides with his powerful blast of cum as he buried his cock deep inside her. She had never felt anything like it before, her insides filled with his hot crème, the sound of her wet pussy ringing out in the room as the Captain picked up the pace of his fucking, his cock sliding in and out of her relentlessly. She came like a barmaid, bathing his cock with her juices, her muscles clenching on and off his cock and finger as her body jerked in ecstasy. He couldn’t hold back any longer, her scream of joy all he needed to cum, his juices racing up from his balls as he plunged deep inside her, his cock erupting inside her to spill his semen in her virgin body. He felt her cum three times, each time he would shoot another load of his hot crème inside her, her rhythmic clenching on his cock emptying his balls. “The Princess cums like a barmaid.” “Let’s make these girls cum like their Princess.” The pirates needed no further encouragement, their fingers reaching underneath the girls that were pinned by the fat cocks in their assholes, finding their slit and rubbing up and down until they were forced to get wet. The pirates’ fingers moved up to the girls’ clits, tugging and pulling on the swollen pleasure buttons until their asses began to dance on the cocks that split them open. The pirates couldn’t believe the pleasure they felt when the muscles in the girls’ assholes began to milk their cock. They began to pump in them faster, their cocks straining the stretched anal rings sliding up and down the thick cocks as if the anal rings were a tight hand that was masturbating them. One by one, the pirates shot their load of cum deep into the bowels of the girls, their heads pulled up high by the pirates as the girls screamed in pleasure as they came under the fingers of the pirate that sodomized them. Even Camilla came, finally fainting, humiliated at having an orgasm while taken so ruthlessly up her backside, the pirate that mounted her not caring as he filled the depths of her colon with his abundant seed. Stefani lay on the bed; her body ravished by the orgasms that raced through her body, the Captain letting her leg down, Stefani feeling the semen run down between her legs. She didn’t even care that she was naked, the Captain lying next to her, his fingers toying with her sensitive nipples, his other hand playing gently between the lips of her pussy. He spread her legs, letting him touch her intimately. “Off to my cabin, Princess. Your pussy is going to take my cock repeatedly tonight. I will teach you to pleasure me with that hot, tight pussy.” He scooped her up into his arms and whisked her from the hold, the other pirates releasing the girls from the stocks, their assholes dripping the cum that was shot inside their virgin assholes. Stefani found her naked body in his bed. She wasn’t sure how or why, but by the time they got back to the cabin, his cock was already hard. He laid her spread eagle on the bed, his fingers playing up and down her slit until she felt the juice of arousal beginning to flow. She brought her knees up, bowing her legs back as two fingers slid deep inside her. His mouth clamped on her nipples, moving from one to the other, making the pink tips into hard darts, his hands crushing her breast flesh tightly in his palm. He made her stroke his cock, as if she needed to be forced, her hand enjoying the way she could make his cock jerk and shudder in her hand. “Put it in me,” she finally begged him, her pussy wanting to feel the delicious feeling of being full of hard, thick flesh. This time he made her sit on his cock, Stefani kneeling precariously over his cock, his hand holding the hard member up straight. She looked down as she shifted her position so that she felt the fat head slide up and down her slit until it was wet with her juices. He placed it against her once-virgin hole, Stefani groaning as she let herself down on his cock, enjoying the delicious feeling as it spread her open, sliding inside her. She began to rock back and forth on it, his hands yanking on her nipples, controlling her movements as he made her fuck him. After about five minutes, she had all of him inside her, feeling as if a sword was shoved between her legs, but this one was flesh, thick pulsating flesh. The Captain enjoyed a leisurely fuck, making Stefani ride his cock, though she seemed to have a hidden desire, her hips doing what came naturally. Her pussy gripped his cock as she slid side to side and then up and down, stretching up on her knees until the head was gripped tightly by her tight hole, then sank back down with a groan of pleasure as she was suddenly filled again. It took twenty minutes of fucking her hot, tight pussy until he came inside her again, this time making her rub her clit until she came, her body flush with shame as she was forced to masturbate as his cock fucked her. She hardly slept that night, the Captain’s cock insatiable. Even in the morning when she finally managed to close her eyes, she was awoken by the deep thrusts of his cock inside her pussy, her eyes opened to find the Captain thrusting into her from behind, his hands reaching under her hips and pulling her ass up into the air. “Get that sweet ass up in the air. “He pushed out on her thighs, forcing her legs to spread obscenely, his hand on her back pushing down, his other hand underneath her, arching her ass up into the air. She felt so degraded as he used her as animals do, thrust in from behind. But the position did allow him to take her with deep, powerful thrusts that made her body jerk and her breasts dance below her. He slapped her ass, making her tighten her pussy on him, the sting adding to the masochistic thrill of being taken so brutally. He came in her again, this time his hand slid under her and brushed back and forth over her clit until she came. She slumped on the bed, the sheets stained with the abundance of hot semen and her love juices, Stefani exhausted after a marathon of fornication. He slapped her on the ass as he got dressed. “Get that lazy ass up and clean this room. Then I want you on the deck. My cock will be hard for you by noon. I’ll take you up on deck, bent over one of my cannons.” He left her, Stefani slowly getting up, her sex sore from the non-stop fucking by the Captain. But she smiled, her body exhausted, but exhausted from too many orgasms. It wasn’t what she thought it would be like. She enjoyed it way too much to be comfortable with it. Would have my wedding night with Francisco been as enjoyable? Chapter 9 The Final Days of the Voyage All of the girls finally succumbed to their new roles in life as sex slaves for the pirates, including Princess Stefani. A quick tour of the deck at any time during the day would find at least one of the girls being taken by a pirate, her naked body spread out in the bright sun, often bent over and taken by a hard cock from behind, her breasts dancing back and forth as she took the powerful thrusts of the horny pirate behind her. When the pirate emptied his semen inside her, the girl would often be climaxing at the same time. Even quick sex breaks with the girl kneeling before one of the pirates, her head held tightly as his hips shot back and forth, fucking her mouth; her lips speared by the thick cock seemed to excite them. Their hands were often found between their legs masturbating while they eagerly sucked the hard cock that often pierced their throat. Stefani couldn’t believe that her life had come to this. She was standing on deck, the Captain behind her. She was dressed as she had grown accustomed to, a short wrap around skirt her only covering, her breasts naked, now tanned from being on deck half naked during the day. Her hands were laced behind her head, her elbows pointed out to the side, her back arched high as she thrust up her breasts almost proudly. The Captain pressed up against her, Stefani feeling his throbbing member rubbing against her ass, her pussy already getting wet at the thought of taking him inside her again. He had taken her repeatedly since their “wedding night,” Stefani no longer able to control her own sexual emotions, the Captain making her cum each time. She willingly stripped naked for him, spreading her legs brazenly, grasping his hard cock and putting it inside her, her body bracing for the hard fucking that he always gave her. And it never failed to excite her to be taken so brutally, not the way a Princess would be taken but like a common barmaid, her pussy nothing but a hot, tight place for the stimulation needed to make the Captain cum. And the Captain delighted in making her tighten her pussy on his cock, a spanking on her vulnerable, naked ass cheeks all that was needed to encourage her participation. He pinched her nipples, stretching the pink tips as far as he could, her back arching up higher to alleviate some of the pain. But she didn’t move from the position, her soft moans the only hint that she was suffering. He nibbled her neck as his hands fondled her naked breasts, the other pirates glancing at her as they passed. “I just love these lovely tits,” he whispered into her ear. His hand slid down over her stomach. “Take off your skirt.” She didn’t hesitate, two pirates stopping what they were doing to watch as she let the thin fabric slide almost sensuously down her legs to fall at her feet. “What a lovely hairy bush, Captain.” The pirates loved the Spanish girls’ dark, hairy pubic bushes, always commenting on how they covered the lovely treasures beneath them, Stefani a bit ashamed at their lewd comments and stares. But the Captain behind her quickly got her attention back, his hand sliding lower over her abdomen, her ass thrust back onto his hard cock as his hand slid over her bush. He brushed the hairs lightly, sending a delicious shiver through her body as the tiny hairs tingled her sex. “We will be in port tomorrow. There is one last task to be taken care of before then.” She was afraid of that, knowing what was on the Captain’s mind. His hard cock rubbing on her ass cheeks gave her his indication. He had seen the other girls on the deck during the day being sodomized by the pirates, the strained looks on the girls’ faces as Stefani saw the hard cocks stretching their anus as they took the pirates’ cocks in their most private place, the rhythmic thrusting burying their cocks in the depths of the girls’ bowels, finally bathing their colon with hot cum. Each time the pirates would force the girls to clench tightly on the hard cocks as they sodomized the girls brutally, the pirates enjoying the added stimulation that the hot buttery insides provided, not caring that it only increased the painful sodomy. “No!” she protested adamantly. No matter how much she enjoyed his hard cock between her legs, she was sure that it would not be the same thing up her backside. He grabbed her nipples and gave them a painful twist, Stefani crying out in pain. “I will not be denied my pleasure.” He motioned over the two men that were watching. “Tie the lovely Princess over a cannon. Make sure her legs are spread painfully wide. And her head should be up. Maybe a hard cock in her mouth while I take her ass will make her more amenable next time.” Stefani struggled but was no match for the strong pirates. Her naked body was quickly thrust over the cannon, the hot metal holding her still on her stomach as hands pushed her naked back down until she felt her ass cheeks thrusting up unnaturally. She struggled as one pirate held her down, another grabbing one of her ankles, his large hand easily encircling her slim ankle, a rope quickly tied around it. She felt him pull her ankle until he tied it to one side of the bottom of the cannon, Stefani tugging, testing, finding her leg securely bound. He moved to the other side, his hand holding her ankle while another rope was tied around her ankle, this time Stefani groaning as the pirate tied this one tighter. She felt him tugging on the rope, her legs having no choice but to spread. She struggled but her leg continued to spread, Stefani praying he would stop when she felt her legs spreading unnaturally wide, her crotch and thighs beginning to ache. “NO MORE!” She tried to protest, but the pirates seemed to delight in her pleading, her leg spreading wider, afraid she would be split up the middle. “EEEHH,” her moan of pain escaped from her lips, finally relieved as the pirate tied her other ankle. The muscles in her thighs ached as they were stretched, the ropes digging into her flesh, her crotch aching from the wide expanse of her legs and finally the indignity of the way her sex was exposed, the warm air blowing on her pussy and anus giving her an indication of how open she was. She could almost feel the breeze inside her. The pirate slapped her ass cheeks, seeing the uncontrollable clenching of her pussy and asshole. “She’s going to make a nice ass fuck, Captain. Make her massage your cock with her insides. Train her well.” He leaned over Stefani. “You’re going to love the Captain’s cock in your asshole. It’s going to feel as if he is splitting you up the middle. And the cramps it will give you will pleasure his cock.” Her hands were tied to the bottom of the cannon’s base, Stefani growing dizzy in the bent-over position, feeling so obscenely exposed. The pirates were gathering around her, the news of her imminent anal impalement traveling fast, the girls were brought over to watch their Princess being sodomized. A rope was tied around the back of her hair, tied above her, her head pulled up. She was forced to stare straight ahead, her scalp aching as her hair was almost yanked out by the roots. The Captain stood in front of her, Stefani staring at the front of his trousers. His hand reached down and clenched onto one of her hanging breasts, squeezing it tightly. He then moved behind her, his cock throbbing at the sight of her asshole, her cheeks pulled wide apart by the spread of her legs. His hands went to her hips, making her ass move from side to side. She was tied with enough play in the ropes on her arms to allow her to move within limits, the Captain’s hands would guide her hips. She would give him a good ride. His hands slid over her ass cheeks, seeing her muscles tighten as he moved closer to her asshole. He enjoyed her firm flesh beneath his fingertips, squeezing her ass cheeks, white marks on her skin where his hands had just been. He picked up the glass bottle, taking off the glass stopper, tipping the bottle. She felt the wetness on her ass, unable to see what he was doing, but she felt a cold, thick fluid being spilled on her ass, especially between her cheeks. She waited, his hands moving slowly and sensuously over her skin. She would have accepted this except she knew that she was to be sodomized, and the Captain was probably just lubricating her for the abnormal act. He began to rub her cheeks, the oil moving easily to coat her skin. She tried to jerk away, but the ropes held her tight, the Captain’s finger sliding up and down her crack, his calloused fingertip rubbing over her anus, pausing to circle the tiny hole as he spread the oil around it. She couldn’t do anything but suffer his rude fondling. The finger became bolder, circling the hole, more pressure on his finger, Stefani fighting to keep the finger from entering her. She knew once he breached her hole, he wouldn’t be content until he was deep inside her, and she wouldn’t be able to force him out. “Please,” she begged one last time. “Let me fuck you. I’ll squeeze your cock good with my pussy.” Anything but this. “You’ll do that later. For now, I want to feel my cock inside your hot, virgin asshole. I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your asshole.” “Never! I will never give you the pleasures you seek. If you take me in my backside, I will not help you.” “We’ll see, Princess.” He pushed harder with his finger, breaching her asshole as her body jerked in pain as his finger slid inside her asshole, until he felt her rectum muscles squeeze uncontrollably on his digit. “I have ways to make you.” He twisted his finger inside her, hearing her squeal. The finger moved around inside her, pushing on her rectum, sliding in and out, the oil making it slide easily. It also gave her stomach a feeling of fullness as if she had eaten something. Her anus burned as his finger pulled it wide, her anal ring stretched taut over his knuckles. She felt a relief when he pulled his finger out, but it was temporary. His finger entered her again, her anus stretched painfully again as it slid in, his oiled finger sliding inside her. It was almost less painful to have his finger inside her than when he took it out and back in, forcing her anus to stretch open again. “AAAGGH,” she moaned in pain as his finger entered deeper, going into her colon, the thick finger stretching her anal ring until she thought it would tear. She felt his knuckles bang against her battered hole; at least his fingers couldn’t go any deeper. He slapped her ass, Stefani yelling in pain, her muscles involuntarily tightening up on his finger. “Such a nice, tight asshole the Princess has. And she tightens her muscles nicely on my finger.” “Fuck her ass!” “Make her ride your cock.” The pirates were getting excited, some of the girls forced to their knees, thick cocks popping out of trousers, soft lips speared by hard cocks. The girls’ heads were held as the pirates pumped their hips, driving their cocks back and forth into the receptive mouths in front of them. The Captain removed his clothes until he was naked. He stood in front of Stefani, his hand stroking his cock. He saw her stare at it as he made it grow. “Kiss it, Princess. Make it wet or it goes in your ass dry.” He pushed his hips forward, her mouth reluctantly opening. Even though her anus was oiled, she knew it would hurt terribly if still dry. She didn’t have any choice, opening her mouth, his hot cock slipping between her lips. Her tongue bathed the head of his cock. She let her saliva bathe his cock, fearing his cock as she felt it grown bigger in her mouth, her lips stretched tightly around the thick shaft. How would I be able to take such a large cock up my backside? One finger hurt her, his cock much more formidable. He began to shove his cock farther into her mouth, Stefani unable to do anything but swallow the thick cock, her hair keeping her head in position. “EEEHH,” choking as the thick head slipped into her throat, Stefani gagging as she was forced to accept the hard cock. He held her head steady as he pumped his hips, Stefani’s stomach turning as she choked. He pulled out of her mouth, his cock slick with her saliva. Plugging her throat with his cock had made her mouth fill with spit, his cock shiny and wet, ready for her asshole. He walked behind her, pushing his body up against hers, feeling it jerk when his cock touched her ass cheeks. He saw her tiny hole, the head of his cock over three times as big. She would have to stretch wide to take him. His hands roamed over her naked sides, seeing her body squirm, pushing his hips forward until his cock head touched her anus. It felt as if it were a burning iron touching her, his throbbing, hot cock touching her defenseless anus. “Please don’t.” She begged one more time, his hips pushing forward, Stefani feeling his hot flesh pushing into her tiny hole. She felt her hole begin to open, the Captain’s hands tightening on her hips, holding her rigid. “MMMMGG,” the painful burning spreading as the Captain settled his body onto hers, his cock keeping its relentless pressure on her anus. “Push back with your asshole, Princess. It will make it easier for you.” He pushed harder, feeling her hole fighting his intrusion up her asshole. His hands urged her hips up, her asshole slowly opening to his cock. He would take her slow, enjoying the delightful clenching of her muscles as he penetrated her. She couldn’t understand how any part of this could be easier. His cock was just too big for her anus, her anal ring stretching too far. She didn’t have a choice, pushing out on her anus, a strange feeling emanating from her anus, Stefani fighting the urge to have a bowel movement. She felt his slick cock continue to enter her, the slow penetration making her dizzy. She saw everyone looking at her tear-stained face, biting her lips as the Captain’s cock continued to bore into the depths of her body. “EEEEGGHH.” The large cock continued to open her. Her anus felt as if it were being pushed inside her, his cock straining the tiny hole. “GGGGGODDD,” she cried out. His thick cockhead had breached her anus, Stefani fighting the muscle contractions that raced through her hole. It felt as if a giant pole was inside her, stretching her open, keeping her anal ring pulled taut. She felt him poised inside her, his cock jerking in pleasure as her muscles clenched uncontrollably on the thick cock that sat inside her defenseless anus. He seemed to be in no hurry, his hips beginning to move, each time a small jerk sending his cock deeper into her anus, her anal ring stretching wider over the thick crown of his cock. “GGGODDD, please take it out,” she screamed out in protest when the head of his cock was finally trapped just below the rim by her anal ring. She could almost feel it snap tight around his cockhead. The Captain looked down, her pink anus now stretched widely around his cock, the tip of his cock buried inside her. He had to hold back the desire to fuck his cock hard inside her wanting to feel pleasure as her asshole was forced over his cock. He dug his fingers into her white ass cheeks, loving the way she moaned. “You have so much more cock to take, Princess, before you give me such pleasure.” He began again, his hips sliding forward, his cock beginning to enter her now, his thick helmet pushing aside all resistance as it slowly sank into her rectum, the muscles giving him such pleasure as they tried to force his cock back out. He would push forward then withdraw until only the head was trapped by her anal ring. Then back in again, this time deeper, tiny gasps drawn from her lips each time. She couldn’t believe that it would fit inside her, her insides stretched wide as he pushed in. The withdrawal was almost as bad, her insides feeling as if they were being sucked out. She would hold her breath when he pulled out, waiting until he shot his hips forward, his cock driving into her backside, feeling like a spear was entering her. As he drove deeper, the stomach cramps began. She wished she could clench up into a ball as his cock tore through her, her bent-over bound body offering no relief from the cock entering her. She was afraid he was ruining her forever. “TTTTTOOOO DDDDEEEPPP!” she cried out, his cock felt as if it were ten feet long and two feet wide. Her insides were stretched taut over the thick cock, feeling every bump, ridge and vein in his cock as he sank into the depths of her bowels. How could any man want to do this to me? To put his cock in such an unnatural place. The spasms that raced through her insides massaged his cock as if it were being encased in a soft leather glove, her hot buttery insides clenched tightly on his rigid cock. He had over half of his cock buried inside her, her breathing heavy as she suffered under the slow, deliberate intrusion. He began to whisper into her ear. “I bet men dreamed of being where I am, Princess. Making you ride their cocks with your hot, tight asshole.” He pushed harder, a squeal from her lips. “If only your betrothed could see you now, squealing like a stuck pig, my cock up your asshole.” Would it never end? His cock seemed to go on forever. When he pulled out and pushed back in, it drove the air from her lungs as she felt the thick cock push aside all her resistance and sink back into her bowels. Each time he would go deeper, finding new places previously untouched, his cock burrowing into the depths of her bowels. It seemed to fill her stomach like when she ate too much, the cramps making her cringe, biting her lips as she endured his rhythmic fucking in her ass. “EEEEHH,” she yelled out as it felt as if his cock would come out her mouth. Her only relief was she felt his stomach against her ass cheeks, his balls slapping harshly beneath her, hitting her pussy from behind. He was in as far as he could go. She couldn’t believe it. She had all of his cock inside her, his hot flesh jerking in pleasure inside her. He could feel the sudden change in her. Almost relieved, looking down to see her anal ring clenched tightly around the root of his cock. She had taken all of it inside her. “How do you like having that much cock inside your hot, tight asshole, Princess?” He made his cock jerk inside her until she answered. “It’s so big! And long!” She had no choice, knowing he was trying to embarrass her in front of his men, but his constant jerking of his cock was sending repeated cramps tearing through her stomach. “She loves his cock in her asshole.” “Fuck her, Captain. Make her pleasure your cock.” The Captain reared back, his hands on her hips, drawing them up. “Time to give me my pleasure, Princess.” He began to pull his cock out, inch by slow inch. He held her hips tightly, making her hold still as her anal ring slid tightly over his thick shaft as he began to pull out. He stopped only briefly before thrusting back in again with one powerful thrust. “EEEEEGGHHH.” She went from empty to full in only a second, her delicate insides pushed aside by the thick cock that bore inside her. Her stomach cramped when he buried his cock deep inside her, only to feel it withdraw again, knowing that it would only be seconds before she was filled again. He began to sodomize her in earnest, making her take the full measure of his cock with each thrust, her throat making ragged noises, hoarse from the constant cries he tore from her. While her insides did clench on his cock when he induced a cramp in her, he wanted more. He wanted her to clench on his cock, knowing that it would be hard for her to hold. “Squeeze your asshole on my cock, Princess. Give me a pleasurable ride with your asshole.” He drove into her; another squeal tore from her lips. She couldn’t do it, his thrusts already too hard, tightening her muscles would only increase the friction. And she would never willingly participate in this unnatural sodomy. “Never! You will never make me do that!” “Should I get the persuader, Captain?” One pirate was more than eager to see the Princess perform. “Yes, I think the Princess needs to learn a lesson.” The pirate rushed out, returning in a few minutes. Stefani looked up when he returned, frightened when she saw what he was carrying. He pushed it in front of her face. It was a long glass cylinder, a cork at one end. Inside was the largest and ugliest bug she had ever seen. It must be some type of cockroach. It had to be at least two inches thick and over three inches long, the black shell looking hard. The six legs almost looked hairy with needle-sharp spines on them. The pirate loved the look on her face when she saw it. “It’s an African Cockroach. The Captain found it on one of our trips down there. We have a colony of them. The African tribes use them to get back at their enemies; they capture the man and his wife. They tie the husband down while they have their way with his wife. When she is uncooperative, they use this on her.” “What are you going to do with it?” Stefani was scared, not liking bugs, especially big, ugly ones like the one in front of her. “It loves hot, moist places. But isn’t just content to be inside them. It is the most aggressive of the cockroaches. It tends to move around a lot inside and the needle-sharp spines on its legs tend to make it quite painful. It loves to bite. I am told that it is very disconcerting to have one inside you. But I wouldn’t know because it loves a nice, hot pussy.” “NNNNOOO!” she screamed loudly, the pirates laughing as they saw the look of terror on her face. “I’ll do what you want, Captain!” She tightened the muscles of her asshole on his cock, feeing it jerk in pleasure. Even though it hurt, anything was better than that terrible creature. The Captain loved her panicked clenching, but he wanted to teach her a lesson. Plus he had felt what it was like when the girl beneath him had the cockroach inside her, her body jerking him in pleasure, her muscles uncontrollably gripping his cock better than she could willingly provide. He would enjoy the Princess’s terror. “Put it inside her. Make her pleasure me.” “AAAAAGGHH,” she screamed as loud as she could when she felt the pirate crouch down between her legs. She felt the cold glass tube pressed against her warm pussy lips, his hands slowly forcing it in. It felt as if a large cock was entering her, her insides split terribly by the twin shafts between her legs. She felt is push inside her until he stopped. “Get ready, Princess. It doesn’t like me tapping on the glass. It will try to escape, and the only way out is deep inside your hot, tight pussy.” She felt the tapping on the glass inside her pussy as she waited in terror; her eyes open wide in fear. “EEEEEHHH.” It hurt when it moved inside her, the pirate quickly removing the glass tube from her pussy, her lips clenched tightly together. She held her body still as she felt the large lump inside her. “EEEEEHHH,” she screamed as it felt like her insides were being cut by tiny knifes. She felt it moving inside her, her body jerking around, anything to escape. She was breathing heavily now, panic setting in as it began to nibble on her insides, sharp pains from deep inside her. The Captain purposely left only her legs tied tightly, her arms allowed her body to jerk around; the cockroach inside her making her body shake and jerk uncontrollably. He could almost feel it inside her, his hard cock only separated by a thin layer of membrane between them. Her uncontrollable spasms and clenching of her muscles began, finding it hard to pull his cock in and out her slick asshole. He began to fuck her, taking long, deep strokes inside her, knowing that it was only driving the cockroach into a frenzy, the Princess dancing beneath him. He made her asshole take the full measure of his cock, her anal ring clinging to his shaft as he began to pick up speed. Her insides felt as if they were being torn to pieces, the cockroach’s legs piercing her most delicate lining, its bites excruciating; the thought of the ugly creature inside her almost driving her insane. Her body thrashed about, her asshole clenching on the thick cock that pierced her so deep she thought it would come out the other end, his pounding inside her driving the cockroach to move about. “STOP! Please take it out! I’ll do anything you want!” She begged, tears running down her face as she suffered the terrible onslaught. “Next time you will think differently about defying my pleasure. Make me cum in your asshole, and I will pull the cockroach from your pussy. Squeeze me and make me cum.” He felt the rhythmic clenching of the muscles in her tight ass. He continue to plunder her with his cock, driving his cock in and out and as he sought the pleasure that her virgin asshole would give him. It almost felt like she would tear the skin off of his cock, her asshole so tight. He pulled her ass up higher, driving his cock deeper into her, burying his cockhead into the hot depths of her bowels. She thought it would never end, her pussy clawed and chewed raw by the cockroach, her body shaking uncontrollably as the Captain reamed her out, Stefani forced to clench on and off of his cock with her asshole. “Hurry, please hurry,” she begged him. Anything to stop it! He pulled his cock out until only her rectum gripped it in an almost-deathlike grip, shoving hard with his hips to bury his cock deep inside her, fighting her strong muscles that clenched on his thick shaft. He heard her squeal, his cock buried deep inside her. He began to cum, his balls finally releasing a hot load of cum deep inside her. She felt him cum, feeling the hot cum bathe her insides, the salty fluids making her insides burn. It felt as though he was dumping gallons of semen inside her, another load shooting out his jerking head, her muscles tightly grasping the thick cock inside her, doing anything to end the sodomy. He dragged his cock half way out then plunged back in again, another load of cum inside her, her stomach feeling as if it were swelling from the abundant crème that bathed her insides. Five times he came inside her, Stefani working hard to please him to end this misery. Finally he pulled his cock out of her asshole, her anus burning as it began to close. “Take it out of me! Hurry!” The pirate placed the glass tube inside her pussy again, this time a tiny bit of raw meat placed in the end of the tube, meat coated with a special ingredient that would draw the cockroach out of its moist nest and back into the tube. “Thank you!” She felt the tube pulling out of her pussy, both of her holes now empty for the first time in a while. They released her from the cannon, Stefani barely able to stand. “Let her bathe and take her to my room. I will see how cooperative she is now.” She had managed to bathe her body, the warm water a welcome relief, especially for her pussy and asshole, both of them abused by the Captain. She was led back to his cabin, the Captain waiting patiently for her. “Take off your clothes.” She didn’t hesitate, quickly stripping naked, spreading her legs slightly, her dark bush still wet from the bath. “Turn around and spread your cheeks for me. Show me that lovely asshole.” Stefani moved quickly, turning her back to him, spreading her legs wider, both hands moving back to part her cheeks, feeling her anus stretch as she obeyed him submissively. Her asshole was red and swollen from the sodomy. “On the bed, Princess. I want to fuck you again.” She didn’t hesitate, laying down on her back, bringing her legs up, parting her legs, anything to accommodate him. “No. On your stomach. Legs spread wide. Put a pillow under your hips to raise your ass up.” “Please not there again. I’m too sore. Take me in my pussy.” “No. I want your hot, tight asshole again. You will either give me the pleasure I want, or I will get the cockroach again. Maybe this time you’d like it up your asshole. Can you imagine it crawling deep inside your bowels? So deep we might not be able to get him out. He would live at least a month inside you, nibbling at your insides, driving you insane.” She flipped over, a pillow thrown under her hips, her ass pushed up submissively, her legs thrown wide apart. “Take me in my ass, Captain. I will give your cock great pleasure.” He climbed on her, hearing her grunt as he took his greased cock and pushed it unceremoniously up her asshole. As soon as the head of his cock was in her rectum, he felt it. Her insides massaged his cock, the Princess tightening her asshole as he began to sodomize her, her grunts only increasing his pleasure. She didn’t even mind when he came inside her, another load of cum added to the previous one. The final days of the voyage saw the pirates and the Captain taking the girls almost non-stop, the slave market would force them apart. Even the girls seemed to relish their roles, many of them having orgasms as they were taken. The Princess found herself cumming on the end of the Captain’s hard cock often, humiliated when he came inside her asshole, his fingers finding her clit and driving her to an orgasm that shook her body. Chapter 10 The New World Lord Francisco Diego was the Governor of the Spanish state of Virginia, granted territories that ran from the Atlantic Ocean westward for almost five hundred miles by the King of Spain. He had been in the new land for six months before the news reached him. He was betrothed to Princess Stefani, a proud and often defiant woman that he had met twice before. Not whom he would have picked, but it was an honor bestowed on him by the King of Spain that he could ill afford to turn down. A strikingly beautiful woman, she also knew of her power as a Princess, defying all that approached her. Including him. He knew that she was opposed to this marriage as much as he was, but she also could do nothing, unwilling to defy the King of Spain. She was to leave for the new world within a fortnight, a long and perilous journey across a wide expanse of ocean, prayed upon by pirates. He wondered if she would even give up her virginity to him. Am I facing years of a sexless marriage? The new world was much different than Europe. It was a frontier, all kinds of people converging, a melting pot of cultures. Strange and exotic customs prevailed, Francisco surprised at the sexuality of some of the new visitors. It was a far cry from the staid world back in Spain. Francisco lived in a large hacienda surrounded by thousands of acres of open land, the nearest neighbor, two hours by horseback, the nearest town, a day’s ride. Even with the servants and field hands, Francisco grew lonely for female companionship. Would Princess Stefani be any better than the loneliness I feel now? Suddenly his life changed, a new neighbor moving in, a Frenchman and his wife. Henri and Collette. The French were always more sexual beings, Henri and Collette no different. Henri was in his mid-forties, a dashing man with a black mustache, sleek black hair and a body of a man twenty years his junior. He was friendly, Francisco instantly hitting it off with him, both of them relishing their privileged roles in the new world. They began to spend lots of time together. More than Henri, Francisco was drawn to Collette. A young girl barely in her twenties; petite, luscious breasts, soft and white like pillows; full hips and a tantalizing ass that swayed seductively as she walked. She was quiet and submissive. Francisco unable to draw out more than a few words from her when Henri wasn’t around. Francisco’s cock grew hard each time Collette drew near. The three of them would spend many nights together, dinner, a little too much wine and dancing, the only time Francisco would embrace the lovely girl. The music played softly, Henri on the couch sipping his fourth brandy, Francisco inhaling the sweet smell of Collette’s French perfume, clouding his brain. His hand was around her slim waist, drawing her close to him until he felt her body pressed against the hardness in his trousers. He hugged her closer when she tried to push away. “Such a beautiful girl,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue playing over her ear lobe, hidden from the half-drunken eyes of Henri. “Please, Francisco, I am married, and my husband is only feet away from us. I’m not that kind of girl,” her sexy French accent doing little to subdue Francisco’s amorous behavior. She could feel his cock growing against her, his hands too powerful for her to pull away. He was kissing her as he would a lover. Francisco rubbed his hips from side to side, masturbating unashamedly on Collette, kissing her neck with passionate bites, feeling her breasts pushed into his chest. It had been a long time since he had a woman. His hand slid down her back, clutching her firm ass cheeks, her hand trying to brush him away, only making him clench onto her cheeks even tighter. It was almost as if he was fucking her standing up, his cock rubbing back and forth against her, his hand gripping her ass with such passion. Collette struggled but could not stop him, men were too powerful. She had only been with Henri, never knowing the pleasure of another man. Henri was more than she could handle, unable to deny him any pleasure, Henri finding more and more perverted pleasures to introduce Collette to. They had been married for a month before they came to the new world, Henri taking Collette’s virginity before they left France. In the new world, Henri’s sexual appetite grew more jaded. “We have to go,” Henri slurring his words as he struggled to get up. He walked over to Francisco and Collette dancing closely together. That didn’t bother him for Francisco was his best friend. “Isn’t she lovely? And look at that body. It was built for pleasure,” he drunkenly exclaimed. Collette finally broke away from Francisco, glad that they could leave. She gave Francisco a peck on his cheek, keeping away from the hands that tried to grab her. * * * “I am sorry, Francisco,” sitting in his living room as Francisco told him of the loss of Princess Stefani. “Do you think it was pirates that took the ship?” All of the ships sailing to the new world had to fight off the pirates, some luckier than others. “They aren’t sure. They found some remains of the ship, but not much. And no bodies, the cold sea taking them to the bottom or the fish swallowing them up as prey.” Francisco was sad at the loss in spite of what the marriage would have been like. He always hoped that it would be different, and Princess Stefani would learn to love him. “I have some very unsavory friends, Francisco. Allow me to have them keep an ear open for you. If the Princess was captured by pirates, she would not be harmed, at least permanently hurt. Her lovely body would be too valuable to throw away, sure to fetch top dollar at one of the slave auctions. It would be hard to hide the sale of a Princess from my friends, the auctioneer wanting top dollar for her, willing to flaunt her heritage to get it. But I must warn you that they would not be obliged to leave her virginity in tact. She would not be the chaste woman you planned on.” Henri would send word out tomorrow. He hoped for the best. “Do you think she is still alive?” Could it be possible that pirates captured her? His mind already began to conjure up the things that they would do to her, things that they would force her to perform, his cock growing hard at the thoughts of such perversions being played upon Princess Stefani. “There is always a possibility, Francisco.” Henri’s mind began to wander to another possibility. He would have to think hard if he wanted to do it. Francisco was his best friend, and in this hour of need, maybe Henri could offer him some solace. Saturday, if he decided to put his plan into action. * * * They had finished dinner, sitting in the living room, sipping a glass of sherry, both of them smoking a cigar. Collette sat across from them, a glass of wine in her hand and looking as beautiful and radiant as ever. Henri saw the way Francisco looked at Collette, and he couldn’t blame him. Francisco was alone in the new world without sexual release, his betrothed taken from him before he enjoyed her pleasures. “I have put word out on your Princess Stefani. I will tell you if I hear of anything.” “Thank you, anything you can do is greatly appreciated. You are truly a good friend. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He looked across the room. “And Collette too.” He smiled, wishing he could rub his cock as he stared at her half-naked bosom, the rise and fall of her luscious tits exciting him. “And I understand your predicament, Francisco, and think there is something I might be able to do to alleviate it until you come up with an acceptable alternative.” He paused while Francisco struggled to understand him. “My predicament?” “You are like me, a very virile man. You need release of certain pressures, and this land doesn’t allow for much opportunity for men of our stature. And with the loss of your betrothed, I feel for your need.” What was he implying? Francisco was puzzled but intrigued. “Thank you. Your words mean much to me.” “I think I can provide more than just mere words for a good friend.” Henri took a sip of his brandy before he said it, sure to shock both Francisco and Collette. “I see the way your eyes shine with lust for my beloved Collette. And I cannot blame you. She has the body of an angel. And she is learning the ways of using it to please me though her education is just beginning.” Collette stared at him, her eyes showing her confusion, her face flushed at Henri revealing her intimate secrets. “I am sorry if I offend you or Collette by my unprovoked looks. It is not often I see the beauty of one such as Collette. I will try to better mask my feelings,” ashamed at the way he lusted after his best friend’s wife so blatantly. “No, no,” Henri interrupting. “That is not what I am proposing. I only want to share with my best friend the things that make my life so enjoyable. Not take them away.” “Darling!” Collette’s soft voice rising up, her voice sounding desperate. “You will do as I say, Collette,” Henri’s voice demanding, a stern look at her. She had never seen him like this. Yes, he did educate her in the sexual pleasures that pleased him. And in some cases, the sexual perversions that please him, Collette unwilling to deny him anything. But what was he proposing? And now demanding she accept his proposal with barely a whimper of protest. She saw it in his eyes. He demanded complete obedience from her. She hung her head down, silent in her acceptance. “What are you offering me, Henri?” Could it be true? Was Henri offering me Collette for my sexual pleasure? “My lovely wife, Francisco. I will assure you she will perform for your pleasure. If you don’t mind that I also partake of her at the same time. The French are known for the ménage a trios after all. And I expect you to teach her the pleasures of the Spanish. She is open to learning any and all pleasures. And perversions.” “I am speechless, Henri. I dare not offend you by refusing such a magnificent gift.” He had never felt his cock so hard, almost feeling like iron. And the thoughts of what he would do to Collette danced in his head. “It is my pleasure. As well it will be Collette’s.” He looked over at her, seeing the demure look on her face. “Come over here, Collette.” She put her drink down, resigned to walk over there, seeing both men looking at her, Francisco having a deep lust in his eyes as they traveled up and down her body. “Yes,” she stood in front of Henri. “Stand in front of Francisco. Take down the front of your dress to your waist so he can see your lovely tits.” He couldn’t wait to see his wife strip naked in front of Francisco, the excitement of her performing for his best friend, making his cock swell to a full erection. Her eyes pleaded with him, but she could see that he would not be defied. She moved to the other side of the couch, standing in front of Francisco. She saw him rubbing his cock through his trousers, not caring that Collette was watching him. Or maybe because she was. “Show me your breasts, Collette. Then I will suck them until they stand out hard and stiff. Look into my eyes as you undress for me.” He wanted to see her shame as she stripped naked for him. She looked at Henri one last time, hoping he would change his mind, but his eyes were demanding, Collette succumbing to the power her husband had over her. She reached down the front of her dress, undoing the intricate lacing that crisscrossed her bosom, feeling the pressure released as she pulled the two sides of her dress farther and farther apart. Her face turned flush as she felt the cool night air blowing on her slowly revealed naked flesh, looking at Francisco as he requested. His hand never left his lap as Collette slowly stripped the top of her dress down to her waist. His eyes wandered on the naked flesh as the ties were pulled back, Collette finally able to pull the dress off of her shoulders, her face growing redder as she revealed her breasts to him. He struggled not to cum when she pulled the dress down to her waist, two lovely white breasts revealed, standing up firm and proud, small areolas surrounding hardening brown nipples that begged to be touched. She struggled to contain the feelings in her nipples, but the night air hardened them, even a gentle breeze made them thicken. She stared at Francisco, but his eyes didn’t stare into her eyes but to her chest, her breathing ragged as she stood half naked in front of another man for the first time. A quick glance found her husband, his hand in his lap stroking his massive cock that jutted out of his trousers. She had never seen him with so much lust in his eyes. She turned back when Francisco got up, standing in front of her. His hand slid around her waist, drawing her closer to him, one hand sending shivers up her naked back as the other slid up her side to gently cup one of her bare breasts. Her nipple seemed to spring to life as if wanting to feel his hot hands on her flesh. The fingers touched the end of her nipples. “AAAHHH,” she tried to contain her startled cry, but her nipple felt like it was touched by a hot knife, swelling as strange fingers fondled the hardening tip until it was as hard as a rock, a fingernail scraping back and forth over the tip sending shudders of pleasure between her legs. The fingers pinched harder and harder, Collette arching her back, pushing her naked breast into Francisco’s hot hand until it felt like her nipple would explode in pleasure. She put her hands into his hair as his head bent down, moaning softly as she felt his wet lips engulf her turgid nipple. His teeth clamped just behind the nipple as his tongue attacked the tip, Collette holding his head tight as she enjoyed the feelings that rushed through her body. It shouldn’t be this way, it wasn’t her husband that was exciting her, but she couldn’t contain the lust that traveled through her body as he sucked and bit both of her nipples, her hands guiding his head from one naked breast to another. She was a passionate woman, her hands on his head as he sucked and bit her nipples, her heavy breathing and soft moans revealing her pleasure. Francisco’s cock needed relief and soon. He pulled his head from her breasts, looking down, the nipples slick with his spit, a dark brown from his constant biting. He put his hands on her naked shoulders, forcing her to her knees. She knew what he wanted as he forced her to her knees, seeing Henri get up and walk over, his eyes demanding her acceptance of what Francisco desired of her. She had only taken Henri’s cock in her mouth, the first time he had to force her mouth open before she consented. Even now she serviced his cock with her mouth only reluctantly. And now he expected her to take Francisco’s cock in her mouth, and from the look on Henri’s face, his also. She hated having to swallow Henri’s seed, the thick crème always hard to get down her throat. Would Francisco require the same from me? Francisco’s hand lifted up her chin until she was staring up at him, her ruby red lips looking so erotic, a hint of wetness on them, his cock jerking in his trousers at the thoughts of her lips wrapped tightly around his organ. It had been a long time since he had a girl suck his cock. “Take out my cock, Collette. Stroke it with your hand.” Her slim fingers fumbled with his trousers, finally opening the buttons, slipping the top of his trousers down until his underwear was revealed. His cock strained the thin garment, her hand sliding up and down the shaft, feeling the heat from his organ. Her hand finally fished into his underwear, pulling them down as his organ sprang in front of her face, Collette jumping back in surprise as it seemed to leap toward her mouth. Her fingers curled around the shaft, Collette found herself staring at the thick helmet with the one eye in the center, already shiny and wet with his precum. Her hand slid slowly up and down the shaft, tightening her fingers as they ran over the thick ridge as Henri liked with a similar response from Francisco, the head of his cock jerking in pleasure. She began a slow masturbation of his cock, hoping that he might cum before he would have a chance to put his organ in her mouth. Even having him spray his cum on her face would be preferable to taking the organ in her mouth. Her silky hand clutched his cock so tenderly, gently gliding up and down the shaft, his cockhead only inches from her face as she stared at it so intently. Her red-painted lips made him excited. “Kiss my cock, Collette.” He felt her breath before her lips touched it, her hand tightening on the shaft as she tried to contain his throbbing cock. She licked her lips before her tender lips kissed the head of his cock. “AAAAHHH, such pleasure, Collette.” He wanted to thrust his cock into her mouth, but he struggled not to as she planted tiny kisses all over the head and then went to work on the shaft, finally stopping as she kissed his hairy balls. She tried to please him, kissing up and down his cock, even hefting up his heavy ball sack, fighting to keep the kinky hairs from her mouth as she kissed each ball. She pulled away, Francisco’s hand lifting up her chin again. “Into your mouth now, Collette. Please me with your mouth and tongue.” Francisco’s hand went to the back of her head, urging her forward, her ruby lips opening wide as her hand pulled his cock down until the head was aimed for the big ‘O’ of her lips. He was pushing her toward his cock, Collette surrendering to the power that men had over her, lowering his cock down, licking her lips in anticipation. The thick head forced her lips to open wider, his hand on her head demanding she take it deeper into her mouth. Her lips were drawn taut around it as it slid deeper, over her tongue, pushing it to the bottom of her mouth as his organ filled her mouth. She managed to pull her tongue from beneath his organ, slapping over the head accidentally, the salty taste of his cum coating her taste buds with the thick crème that leaked from the head. Just a tiny drop spread through her mouth, reminding her of the abundant sperm Henri forced her to take in her mouth, holding it submissively until he allowed her to swallow it. She knew what she had to do, her tongue beginning to lavish her attention all over the organ that split her lips and filled her mouth with his hot flesh. Francisco began to force her head back and forth, her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft as it slid in and out. Henri watched his wife suck Francisco’s cock, seeing her red lips wrapped tightly around his organ, Francisco making her take his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. He could see the way her tongue was moving in her mouth, knowing that she was bathing Francisco’s cock. “Do you enjoy the way she is sucking your cock?” Francisco was so enthralled with Collette sucking his cock that he didn’t notice Henri standing next to him, Henri’s hand clutching his cock in front of Francisco. “You have trained her well. She can do two if you would like?” He didn’t wait for an answer, allowing Collette to pull away from his cock, Henri eagerly awaiting her, spearing her lips with his cock as soon as Francisco pulled loose. No sooner had Francisco’s cock left her mouth, than Henri’s cock filled her, his hands on her head enforcing her obedience. She sucked her husband’s cock, Francisco not to be left out, taking her hand and making her glide it up and down his shaft, masturbating him until it was his turn again in her mouth. For twenty minutes they used her mouth, Collette’s tongue tiring, but they didn’t care, only wanting their pleasure. When Henri was in her mouth, Francisco’s hands would play over her breasts and nipples, pinching and pulling on the thick tips. One of her hands would masturbate a cock while her mouth was used to satisfy the man’s cock, the two men alternating back and forth, each one making her take more and more of their cocks until they choked her with the thick head at the entrance of her throat. Not even Henri had dared to shove his cock down her throat, Collette fighting to keep either of them from doing it, her tongue working harder to please them. It was Francisco first, his hands holding her tight, his cock deep in her mouth, his crinkly pubic hairs tickling her lips. He pumped in and out, Collette feeling the familiar swelling of a cock, knowing from her experience with Henri that he was ready to cum. She couldn’t do anything as the first powerful jet of cum shot into her mouth, her cheeks swelling as she tried to contain all of the cum, the thick, salty crème flooding her mouth. Henri pumped his cock as he watched Collette’s mouth fill with Francisco’s cum, unable to contain his lust at seeing his wife service another man’s organ so eagerly. He aimed the head of his cock at Collette’s face, the first jet of milky, white cum shooting in a wide arc to land on the soft skin of her cheek, Henri pumping energetically. A second load landed closer to her mouth, dripping down from her nose to hang precariously over her mouth. She couldn’t believe it, but Henri was cumming on her face. The first splat of hot crème almost felt as if it were burning her skin, the next load landing on her nose, all while she was trying to contain the abundant crème that was filling her mouth. Some of it was leaking from the corner of her mouth, dripping slowly down her chin as Francisco continued to cum in her mouth. Francisco refused to let go of her head, pumping her back and forth until his third and final load of cum shot into her mouth. He lifted her head up, slowly pulling his cock out of her mouth. “Keep your mouth open.” Francisco watched as some of Henri’s cum slowly dripped down. “Stick your tongue out,” watching as she dutifully obeyed, Henri’s cum falling on her tongue. “Put Henri’s cum into your mouth.” She had no choice, both men standing over her as she scooped up Henri’s cum and put it in her mouth, mingling it with Francisco’s. She didn’t have to wait long until Francisco ordered her to swallow, Collette swallowing hard as she tried to force the thick crème down into her gullet, her stomach filled with the warm cum. Francisco put his cock back into his pants. “Thank you, Henri,” not even acknowledging Collette. She had served her purpose, his lust satisfied for now. “I hope you enjoyed Collette. You must spend the night next week. I would love for both of us to take my wife in our bed.” He saw the look on Collette’s face. “She would be most willing to accommodate both of us.” * * * The next week Collette found herself in her marriage bed, not only with her husband, but also Francisco. First she was forced to slowly strip naked, Francisco making her put her body into obscene positions so he could gaze intimately at her darkest treasures, all while Henri watched. As much as she hated what was being done to her, she still couldn’t stop from being aroused as Francisco went between her legs and used his tongue to arouse her; all the while she serviced Henri’s cock in her mouth. She felt the tongue leave her pussy, grunting loudly as it was replaced by a thick cock that split her open. The two men began to fuck her, Henri in her mouth, Francisco in her pussy, four hands racing all over her body, touching her intimately as they pumped their organs in and out of her willing holes. Henri didn’t cum, but Francisco did, filling her pussy with his hot cum. Henri replaced Francisco between her legs; Collette accepted the familiar feel of her husband’s cock in her pussy. Francisco was not finished, taking his semi-hard cock and forcing Collette to lick it clean, cum filling her mouth and stomach as she serviced the two of them again. * * * “Have you ever bound your wife before, Henri?” Collette stood naked in front of both of them at Francisco’s house. “No, I haven’t. Would you happen to have some rope?” Henri wasn’t sure why he had never thought of it before. Francisco opened up the drawer, a long ring of rope inside. “I just happened to have some. Maybe on the table, face down would be nice.” Collette struggled for a moment, but the two men were too powerful for her, finding her naked breasts pushed into the cold wood of the table, her arms drawn behind her, crossed at the back and tied tight. She struggled as Francisco pushed her legs open, Henri at her head, grabbing the end of the rope to hold her still. “Have you enjoyed her ass?” Francisco took out the bottle of oil. “No, but from the looks of it, you are about to.” Henri responded as Collette cried out. “No, please don’t let him, Henri. I’m too small.” She struggled, but the ropes only pulled tighter. “Since it is your idea, it is only fitting that you should be the first.” Francisco was already oiling up his cock. “EEEEEEEHHH,” Collette cried out, “MMMMMHGGG,” her cries smothered by Henri’s thick cock plugging her mouth. She felt her anal ring stretch wide as Francisco’s body settled between her cheeks, inching his cock into her rectum slowly and methodically. With her mouth stuffed, she could only lie there bound, face down, a naked, thick cock spearing her virgin backside while her husband fucked her mouth. For two hours they sodomized her, each taking her as her mouth was forced to make the other hard again, the two men taking turns in sodomizing her until her belly swelled with the cum that filled her bowels. * * * This time it was Henri’s idea, Collette finding herself in her marriage bed, not with two men, but three. Her sodomy last week had opened up a new hole for the men to take. She couldn’t believe it, every nook and cranny of her body filled with the hard, demanding cocks, fucking her while six hands ravished her body. And they somehow managed to cum in her all at the same time, Collette finding her body willingly responding to the foursome, cumming as they filled her with their hot, potent cum. Chapter 11 The Slave Auction The crowds had gathered on the dock before the boat had even landed, the word spread quickly through the town. Captain James had taken a Spanish vessel and part of his bounty was nine girls from Spain and one of them was said to be a Princess. The slave auction was already preparing for tomorrow, the auctioneer already counting his money in expectation of a lucrative day. It wasn’t often that royalty was offered for sale. The bidding would be intense, many men wanting such unusual beauties. Some would have them for their own, while others would sell the girls bodies to those that would pay handsomely for a few hours of pleasure with them. And then there was some that wanted them for perverse pleasures, the joy of whipping a Spanish Princess, their cocks hardened by her screams of pain, tortured for their pleasure. Many gathered just to see the girls, hoping that Captain James would leave them partially unclothed or would strip them naked at the auction. The ship pulled slowly along the dock, a group of over fifty, mostly men, gathered around quickly tying the boat down. The gangplank came down, the pirates aboard eager to go into the bars and spend their loot. “Are they ready?” Captain James looked at his First Officer to see if the procession of the girls were ready to go ashore. “Just as you asked, Sir.” “Then let the Princess lead them off.” He moved closer to her, whispering in her ear. “Don’t do anything stupid, Princess. The crowd would like nothing better than to see you stripped naked and whipped at a public flogging post and I would think nothing of doing it. It would only help to bring me a better price. Your screams would drive the men mad with desire, bidding higher to have the opportunity to make you scream for them.” Stefani had resigned herself to the auction, still hopeful that her betrothed would find her and set her free. Strangely, she had grown accustom to the sexual desires of the Captain and had performed for him to his satisfaction, Stefani recalling too vividly the cockroach inside her, doing anything to make sure it didn’t happen again. She had learned to receive the pleasure that the Captain’s cock gave her, never failing to have an orgasm. Even oral sex had not deterred her, the Captain making her masturbate while she sucked his cock, stopping only when he came in her mouth, Stefani cumming while swallowing his cum, the degradation of performing such a task adding to her heightened enjoyment. She still couldn’t understand all that had taken place since she had lost her virginity to the Captain or what made her enjoy the power he had over her. “Yes, Captain,” resigned to her fate. The men on the dock stared in awe as the girls came down the gangplank, the quiet almost deafening. All the girls were naked from the waist up, a low-hung sarong covering their hips, their legs naked from just above the knees. Their arms were thrust high up behind their backs, a rope around their necks keeping them pinned high up their backs. The position thrust their naked breasts out, not that the young, firm flesh ever had any sag, nine pairs of pert, pointed nipples pushed out in front, the pirates twisting the nipples before they left the boat, the hardened pink tips so prominently displayed. Stefani stared straight ahead, her head held high, her breasts bouncing as she walked, determined not to be fazed by parading around half naked. The quiet turned to pandemonium, the men beginning to hoot and holler at the half-naked girls. “What lovely tits you have, Princess?” “Look at that ass, what I’d give to shove my cock in it and make her squeal like a pig.” “Show us their pussies, Captain.” Captain James ignored them; these were not the men that could afford the girls. Those men wouldn’t be on the dock, they would wait for tomorrow, the privileged few would be allowed brief minutes with any girl they desired, her body probed to the men’s satisfaction, testing her elasticity and arousal, the men checking to see how quickly she got wet under their probing. The Princess would only be touched by an even more select few, the few that could afford such a luxury. Stefani found herself put into a cell, the other girls split between three cells. It was already late in the day, the sun beginning to set. She had seen the town only briefly as they were marched through as if they were a parade, a collection of small shops, stores and a large collection of taverns. In the center of the square was a market with a large stage on one end, Stefani assuming that is where the auction would take place. She tried not to think about it. It was so unreal and difficult to even fathom such a thing could happen, let alone to her. To sell a person, a Spanish noblewoman no less, was so preposterous she was sure that she would wake up any minute now and find her betrothed kneeling over her. She sat down on the bed, looking at the bars that covered the windows and doors. It was dark now, only the shimmering flickers of a torch in the hallway bouncing off the walls. She lay back in the bed, stretching out, tired from the last day on the ship. Her eyes closed, not realizing how tired she really was, the ordeal of the last two weeks taking its toll on her body. Her hands moved up to her breasts, her fingers quickly igniting her nipples to hardness, Stefani confused at her arousal. She pinched them, a sharp pain in her chest, a wetness between her legs. She parted her legs; wider and wider as if she were being ordered to until they touched the edge of the bed, her fingers continuing to stimulate her nipples, a combination of pain and pleasure. One hand slid down her belly, untying the sarong, pulling it to the side, looking at the door to make sure no one was watching. Her hand slid down her abdomen, running over her dense bush, her hips rising up as her fingers began to run down her slit. She couldn’t believe how wet she was already, her fingers slick with her juices as they moved up and down her slit. She imagined it was her fiancé that was stroking her, even though he had never touched her before. Her hips rose up each time her fingers ran over her clit, surprised as it swelled in arousal. One finger slid down, entering her, sliding effortlessly on her juices, a soft moan escaping from her lips. She turned on her side, trapping her finger between her legs, tightening up her muscles as she felt a tremor of pleasure race through her body. Suddenly the face of her fiancé was the Captain’s; his hard cock pushing into her mouth as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, Stefani forced onto her back again, her knees bent, her legs spread submissively for him. His face turned back into her fiancé, Stefani confused, his features fading. All she could feel was the hard cock in her mouth, Stefani recognizing it by the texture and taste, the Captain thrusting into her unwilling mouth while his fingers made her buck on the bed. A finger went down to her anus, suddenly plunging into her un-lubricated backside, Stefani biting into a pillow to quench the squeal of pain from her lips. The finger drove deep into her rectum; Stefani forced to clench her muscles on it. She realized that is was her finger in her anus, the pain radiating from the sensitive hole. She came unexpectedly, biting her lips as a wave of pleasure ran through her body, her fingers igniting new pleasures, especially the one in her backside. She curled on her side, her legs tightly together, trapping her fingers in her as she came again and again, her muscles clenching and unclenching on the masturbating fingers. She finally pulled her fingers from both of her holes, her body exhausted, falling into a deep sleep, confused at what had just happened but sexually content for now. * * * They came for her early, not the Captain as Stefani had expected but from what she could figure out this was the auctioneer. He was about fifty, not terribly handsome, not ugly. Not what you would expect of someone that sold people as sexual slaves. Sexual slaves, the thought of it sending shivers through her body. What if the person that bought me wasn’t as nice as the Captain? Someone that would beat or torture me? “Out of bed, Princess Stefani.” He liked calling her by her title it would sound so much better at the auction, hoping to get a king’s ransom for her. She sat up quickly when she saw the whip in his hand, a riding crop similar to the one she had when she went riding. The pirates used them on the girls, Stefani not caring to get a similar taste. “Follow me. You’ll get a chance to take a bath and get ready. I want you looking good for me today. But be assured that I will have no problem in whipping you for any disobedience. The men that will buy you want a girl that is submissive, though they like a hint of reluctance. But just enough for them to tame you. They will not put up with insolent behavior.” She was ushered into another room, a large tub already filled with steaming hot water, bubbles on the top. She waited for him to leave. “Get going; we don’t have all day.” “I was waiting for you to leave me alone.” “Well, Princess, I have no intentions of leaving you alone. And every intention of seeing that lovely body naked. Now off with your sarong and get into the bath.” She took off the sarong and stepped into the bath, ignoring the stare of the man. Even though she didn’t even look at him, she could feel his eyes burning though her naked body. “Such a nice ass. The Captain tells me you are quite proficient at taking a hard cock up your asshole and pleasuring it. A product of the African cockroach I’m sure,” laughing at her obvious discomfort. Many girls that Captain James brought through had been taught the same way, never had one ever forgot the lesson. He watched her as she bathed, the soap blocking most of his view, but that made it all the more desirable. He had a brilliant idea of how to dress her. “I’m finished,” Stefani not sure what to do. “Out of the bath,” handing her a towel to wipe herself off. He watched as she did, paying special attention to the dense, black bush that tantalized him. She began to pull the towel around her. “Put the towel down. I’m not finished yet.” He watched as she dropped it, her hands uselessly at her side, her naked body so delightful. “Spread your legs for me, Princess.” She knew she didn’t have a choice, the man tapping the riding crop on his hip. She spread her legs until he nodded his approval, her legs almost three feet apart. “Now pull open those puffy lips, Princess. Show me that lovely pussy. Real wide now. I want to be able to see inside you.” Her fingers slid down over her abdomen, her fingers finding her pussy lips and began to pull them apart, ashamed as she felt the cool air of the room blowing on her insides. “Wider, real wide. I want to see inside that dark hole.” He noticed that she was wet, sure that it wasn’t from the bath water. She was somehow aroused, not sure if it was the humiliation of being examined so intimately or having to do it herself. Either way, she would bring a high price once the men saw how easily she was aroused. “Put your fingers on your hole and pull it open. Show me how big the Captain made your pussy with his big cock fucking you.” Stefani could barely pull her pussy open. No matter how many times the Captain had put his cock inside her, she was still tight. She felt her juices begin to flow as she played with her pussy, ashamed at how wet she was getting. She was sure that he could see it too. “Now pull back your clit hood, and let me see how big your clit is. Men love big clits. Especially if they want to punish it.” Her fingers went up her slit, two fingers on the side of her clit, pushing back to expose it. He was surprised how red and hard it was. Was this because she was aroused, or would it get bigger? She stood there in front of him, exposing the most intimate parts of her body to a complete stranger. One that was below her status in life. “Now turn around. Bend at the waist and let your hands slip back to pull your cheeks apart. Real wide. I want to see the asshole that men will pay great wealth to possess.” She performed the degrading task for him, her hands holding her cheeks apart, her anus spreading wide, sure that he could see the depths of her soul. He took a long time staring at her ass, Stefani unable to do anything but let him have his way. He finally allowed her to stand up again, facing him. He had a rope in his hand when she turned around, Stefani afraid again. Would he take me sexually? Was that why he stared at my backside so long? Would he take me up my ass? He turned around, picking up the clothes he had for her. “Put these on.” She took them, surprised at how thin the material was. She could see through it. It was dark black, almost transparent. She slipped the top on, more of a wrap, letting it slip around her. Her nipples pushed out the front, her white skin visible beneath it. The sarong was similar to the other, short, coming to just above her knees, but even when wrapped around her, it allowed her body to be visible beneath it. “Very nice. Men loved to be teased. They can see just enough to tempt them. Especially that lovely black bush. Not many women have such a thick, black bush as you do. Your hands,” he ordered her. She obeyed, putting her wrists together in front of her. He tied the thick rope around her slim wrists, tying them together, pulling the knot tight. The men would love to see her bound, their imagination perked at what lay ahead for them if they were successful in procuring her. He took the end of the rope and threw it over the beam in the ceiling, the end hanging down in front of her face. She felt him pulling on the end of the rope, her arms forced to move up as he pulled higher and higher. He finally stopped when her feet were barely able to touch the ground, the rope almost cutting into her skin. “It hurts.” “Of course it does, Princess Stefani. It is meant to. Men love to see the pain etched in your face. A select few will be allowed in to check out your lovely body before the auction begins. It will make you more amenable to their intimate probing of your body. And from what I have seen of you, I wouldn’t be surprised to find you aroused by it.” “Never!” She tried to look surprised at his accusation, but she knew that it was partially true. She could already feel the dampness between her legs as soon as he hauled her body up by the rope, her muscles taut, her half-naked body posed for the men that would hope to possess her. “I’ll leave you alone. Your first visitor should be in shortly. Remember, I will be outside the door. I hope I won’t have to remind you of the consequences of not obeying. Not that you will have much chance, bound as you are. And make sure you don’t cum for them, Princess Stefani.” He laughed at her as the door slammed behind her. It was only a few minutes until the door opened, Stefani spinning around to see who it was. The look on her face was obvious, Stefani had never even thought of it. He was black. At least six feet tall, muscular; he must weigh over 250 pounds. The thought of him on top of her little body, pinning her to the bed as he took her with his black cock sent a terror through her. “Lovely li’l cunt,” he spoke to her in broken English. He opened the front of his trousers, reaching in to pull out the most formidable weapon, a thick black cock that stood at least eleven inches long at its peak. His fingers ran up and down the shaft as she stared at it. “It’ll fuck you and make you scream.” She could never take something that big inside her. And black; the thought never crossing her mind that a black man might buy her. And to suck it in her mouth or take it up her ass. She was sure it would pierce her and kill her. He moved closer to her, his hand reaching down to grasp the inside of one of her thighs. He peeled open her leg, her skirt riding up high until she could feel the cold air in the room blowing on her naked sex. “Nice black bush,” he murmured. “Like mine.” He began to rub her pussy, his fingers harshly pushing aside her lips, finding her wet. “You like big, black cock.” He looked in her face. “No. Please no. It’s too big.” His fingers pushed inside her, two fat fingers that felt as if he would tear her apart. Was that what it would be like to have his cock inside me? He began to finger fuck her, his fingers sliding in and out on her juices. He saw how wet and tight she was. “Make you sit on cock.” He smiled as he saw the frightened look on her face. “Here too.” He moved his finger back, one slick finger sliding up inside her asshole, her body jerking as she was suddenly impaled. “Squeeze.” She had no choice, her rectum squeezing on the black finger inside her. It burned as it pushed into her dry insides. To take that giant black cock in her asshole would ruin her forever. “I like Princess cunt. I buy you.” He walked out the door leaving Stefani hanging from the rope, her pussy and anus slick with her juices, praying that he would not buy her. She was almost grateful for the next one, allowing him to slide his fingers in her pussy and finally up her ass, her muscles squeezing him as soon as he entered her. Anything but the black man. This man was English. A gentlemen at least, but not as far as touching her intimately, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy and asshole while he stared at her face. “I would love whipping you, Princess. Especially between those lovely legs. To make you sing for me. And my wife would love to have you eat her pussy while I whip you. Imagine, a Spanish princess eating her pussy until she came on your face.” He left her alone again. What she thought would be better than the black man only sounded worse. The thought of being whipped while servicing his wife with her tongue was repulsive and painful. It wasn’t like Gretchen, a beautiful young girl. If she was anything like him, she would have to be over fifty. For the next half hour, her near-naked body was probed by a diverse group of men, some of them even young boys younger than she was. They were the cruelest, delighting in sticking their fingers inside her and twisting them until she cried out in pain. Many commented on the perverse acts that she would be forced to perform, the cruelty and perversity surprising Stefani each time. Even the Captain began to look good to her. She turned to see the door open again. “Ready for the auction, Princess Stefani? I hope you enjoyed the men that probed you. One of them will be taking you home today. Personally I hope it is the black man. He is an Ethiopian prince, and I’m sure you saw the size of his cock. He loves to take white women with his cock. In all of their holes. I would love to see you forced to sit on it, taking it up your asshole. I think it would split you up the middle.” He laughed as he pulled her down, leaving the rope around her wrists. He pulled the rope over her head and down her back. “Raise your arms up over your head. I want those lovely tits sticking out.” He saw the firm flesh rise up, her nipples pushing out the thin material. “The other girls have already been sold, many on their way to their new lives. It is your turn now. Stick your head up, I want a haughty look on you.” He marched her off, delighting at the way her hips swung so suggestively beneath the sheer sarong. She saw the crowd in front of the stage, at least fifty men, men already whistling and calling out to her as she marched down the stage. She was halted and turned around in the center of the stage, all eyes on her. A hush fell over the room as the auctioneer stood next to her. “The final girl for sale is a Spanish princess. You have already seen her ladies in waiting. Imagine owning royalty, taking her sexually in any and every manner your minds could ever conjure up. The joy of forcing her to perform perversities that you would be ashamed to even mention to your best friend. To bind her body and to torture her, her screams of pain exciting you. You will only be limited by your own imagination and perversity. All you have to be is the successful bidder.” The crowd began to murmur as she felt the auctioneer move closer to her, slipping the wrap that barely covered her breasts off, leaving her naked to the waist. He pulled her arms farther back over her head, her bare breasts thrust out prominently. She felt his fingers on her nipples, teasing the tips until she felt them get hard, Stefani unable to control her own body. Then his fingers became more urgent, two fingers of each hand gripping a nipple and began to twist, stopping only when she bit her lip in pain, the sharp bite of his fingers sending shooting pains through her breast. “Such lovely tits. And big, hard nipples to punish.” His hand slid down to the sarong, the sheer garment fall to the floor. “And have you ever seen such a full, black bush as she has?” His hands ran over her bush lightly, seeing the goose bumps appear on her skin as she shivered. “Spread your legs.” She didn’t hesitate to obey, her legs spreading wide until he nodded his approval. “MMMGG,” she groaned as two fingers slid inside her, surprised at how wet she was. “Tighten on my fingers.” He saw her clench her mouth, his fingers rewarded with her muscles gripping him tightly. “Though she is not a virgin, this is the hottest, tightest cunt I felt in a long time. Captain James barely had time to break her in.” She felt his fingers leave her, his hands on her hips, turning her around. She hated this part, knowing his fingers would soon be in her ass. “And look at this ass. It was built to be punished, built to be spanked and whipped.” He pulled apart her cheeks, but not before he gave her ass a sharp slap, her white cheek already turning red. “Look how tiny that hole is. Captain James has already taught her how to perform, his usual method of persuasion used.” The men in the audience laughed loudly, the African cockroach of Captain James was almost legendary. One wet finger slide inside her asshole, feeling her rectum fight the intrusion, twisting his finger inside her until he sank it into her colon, his knuckles banging against her anus. He slapped her ass cheeks again, a screech from her lips in pain. “Show me how tight you can make your asshole.” He felt her clench on his finger, wishing he had the pleasure of sodomizing her, the hot, buttery insides clenching on his finger making his cock jump in excitement. “You can’t believe how tight she is. She’d skin your cock.” The crowd roared, the auctioneer pulling his finger out, turning her around. “Legs spread wider, Princess Stefani. Show everyone that lovely pussy.” “And now the auction will begin. Currency for this transaction will be either pieces of eight or gold doubloons.” Stefani could only stand shivering naked on the stage while the auctioneer rattled off the bids, posing for him while he sold her to the highest bidder. The bidding quickly escalated, now over 100 gold doubloons, the number of bidders diminishing as the price moved higher. The auctioneer couldn’t believe how high it was going, never having sold royalty. Captain James and his crew would be rich after this; though he doubted most of his crew would have much left over once the wenches in the bars got a hold of them. The Ethiopian prince was still bidding, as well as an English gentleman, the auctioneer not sure what he wanted her for. They were both determined to have her, the bidding over 200 now. The crowd was cheering them on, the bids continually rising higher, neither one willing to concede the prize. Now at 300 doubloons, each raising it by ten, approaching 400 quickly. One of his men in the audience that was to make sure that no bidder was missed suddenly caught the auctioneer’s eye. He turned to him, seeing him mouth the words. He yelled to him. “Are you sure?” The man nodded back. “I have a bid from a new bidder. For 1,000 gold doubloons.” The crowd broke out into chatter turning in all directions to see who the new bidder was that would pay such a worldly sum. Stefani tried to see who bid, but the crowd was thick, the bidder far in the back. The auctioneer looked at the other two bidders, seeing the defeat in their eyes. “Going once.” He paused, giving them another chance. “Going twice.” He waited one last moment, seeing the Ethiopian prince already leaving the room. “Sold to the gentleman in the back.” He ushered the Princess off of the stage, not even allowing her to put her clothes back on, eager to collect his percentage. She never saw who bought her. “Who is he?” “You’ll find out soon enough, Princess. He asked that you be brought to one of the rooms. I don’t think he can wait to sample your treasures. Not that I can blame him for the price he paid for you.” She found herself shoved down a hallway to a room at the end. The auctioneer had left her, most likely to count his money. She was shoved unceremoniously into the room, still naked. “Over here,” he motioned her over. There was a large wooden pillory in the center of the room. The thick wood was stained from use, a large hole in the center to hold the victim’s head tightly, one hole on each side that would secure the wrists. The holes were small, the pillory meant for female victims. The pillory was suspended from the ceiling with chains, one on each end, each with a windlass used to move the pillory up and down, Stefani soon to find out why. She couldn’t do anything to stop him, her breathing ragged as they pillory locked her head and hands in tightly, Stefani almost unable to breathe. She was bent over slightly, her ass pushing out, unable to stop anyone from touching her naked body. “Your new Master will be in soon.” The door shut noisily, Stefani left alone in the room. She was facing the door, waiting impatiently, afraid of what her life would become. She heard boots coming down the hall, at least two sets of them, maybe three, her body breaking out in a sweat. The door creaked open, the man who had brought her to the room the first to enter. “Francisco!” She screamed out his name in joy. Her fiancé was the one who had rescued her, a joy from relief sweeping through her body. Another man entered behind Francisco, a Frenchmen. “Thank God you have come to rescue me, Francisco. You don’t know what these barbarians have done to me. Or forced me to do.” “You certainly look ravishing, Stefani.” He eyed her naked body, never seeing her that way before. “Release me, Francisco. I’m so humiliated to be bound naked in front of you.” She waited, but no one rushed over to take her out of the pillory. She felt Francisco move behind her, ashamed at her naked ass thrust out obscenely. His hands moved to her hips, Stefani shivering at his touch. “Lower her down,” Francisco talking to the man that bound her in the pillory. “What are you doing, Francisco? Let me loose.” She heard the windlass creaking, feeling the heavy pillory begin to move down. The man whispered into her ear. “You better bend your knees and spread your legs. It’ll break your hips and knees if you don’t.” She had no choice, her legs spreading wider, Francisco’s strong hands on her hips, her knees bending, knowing that she was opening up. She felt her ass rising up, her head falling, the blood rushing to her brain, making her dizzy. She felt the windlass stop moving, Stefani bent over submissively before her fiancé, the other men ogling her naked, spread body. “Please, Francisco. What are you going to do?” “I have heard of your lovely body all over this town. And the boasting of the man that possessed you. Not only taking your virginity, but also your mouth and ass. I have waited patiently for your arrival in this new land, hoping that I would find you in the den of thieves,” Francisco continued. “The new land is so different than Spain. The men have a freedom that does not exist in Spain, the women much more subservient to them. There are not a lot of big cities, just large expanses of empty land between neighbors. Neighbors have to help neighbors; that is the only way to survive. This is Henri. He is the closest neighbor. He is from France and lives with his lovely wife, a petite girl named Collette. While I waited and searched for you, Henri knew I was without female companionship. He allowed me to partake of his wife. While she was a bit reluctant at first, the power of two strong men had a way of bending her will. And her body. I have bought you, Stefani. Body and soul for a king’s ransom. You are mine to do as I please.” He began to pull his trousers down, his cock throbbing to be released. His thick cock popped out of his trousers as he slid them down. He moved in front of her so she could see it. He began to oil his cock, stroking his cock up and down, his hand holding her head in front of his cock. “I have heard that you have a delightful asshole, and you have learned how to please a man with your tight muscles. I’m going to see how well you perform.” She couldn’t believe it was her fiancé that was saying this. He intended to take her against her will. She thought she was rescued, to find out she was only traded from one scoundrel to another. “I’ll never do what you ask of me.” “Captain James said you might say that. He says you have a reluctant streak in you. He gave me something. I think he called it an African cockroach. He says all I have to do was put it in your pussy and you would give me the ride of my lifetime.” Her face was etched in terror. “NO! NO! I’ll do what you require of me.” She didn’t want to face the terror of the cockroach inside her again. Francisco moved behind her, his hands returning to her hips, urging her ass up higher, his foot nudging her legs farther apart. She felt the slick head of his cock pressed against her tiny anus, the pain returning quickly as he pressed his cock into her. “And for all that you have done for me, Henri, why don’t you take the Princess in her mouth and see if she can suck a cock as well as your wife?” He began to push inside her, hearing her grunts of pain as the head of his cock sank into her tight asshole, her rectum gripping it tightly. Henri looked down at her face, the pain look as she was jolted forward sure that Francisco had breached her asshole and was now snuggly in the tight hole. He moved his fingers to her lips. “Open up that lovely mouth, Princess. Can the Spanish girls suck cocks as well as the French?” He didn’t wait for her response, his cock out of his pants and in her mouth before she could mumble a response. She felt the two cocks inside her, Francisco’s cock buried deep in her bowels as she squeezed it hoping to please him. And Henri’s cock was buried in her throat, her gagging and choking bringing him the pleasure he required of her. They began to fuck her, both of them sliding in at the same time, pulling out and then back in again. She couldn’t do anything, her bound, naked body being pounded by the twin cocks in her. This was to be her new life, her body no longer her own, her fiancé her Master. But it wasn’t all that bad. After all, she would have all the cock she wanted, maybe more. She began to feel the unexpected pleasure as the two cocks reamed her out, her body reacting to her powerless situation. Francisco buried his cock deep in the depths of her bowels, never even imagining the possibility of doing such a thing to her before. Now she was his, able to do anything he wanted to her. “You will learn the feel of rope when we get home. We have a large barn where I will enjoy stringing up your naked body and spreading you open. You will learn the joy of pain as well as pleasure; your body will be for my pleasure. Both men came in her, one deep in her asshole, burning as it filled her bowels with the hot cum. The other in her mouth forced to swallow the thick crème. But not before Francisco’s fingers had plucked at her clit, slapping at it, forcing Stefani to drive her asshole hard onto his cock until she came as he filled her with his hot cum. Only then did they release her for the voyage to her new home, already telling her of their plans to use her on the trip back home, the perversities that they would inflict on her body. She almost came as they told her. “And you will have Collette; the both of us will enjoy watching your girls partake of each other’s bodies.” Francisco would enjoy watching two girls having sex, sure that each would be humiliated by being subjected to such perversities. Stefani could only hope that Collette was as beautiful and experienced as Gretchen. They would have many lovely times together as Francisco watched them. Stefani grew wet, hoping Henri or Francisco would fuck her soon. Or at least make her suck them off on the way home. The End