A Pirates Life for Me
Captain Ryan looked over the starboard side of the ship as the huge vessel was
bobbing slowly away from the docks. The crew was restless and looking for a bit
of fun after being away at sea for awhile. He himself looked forward to finding
some amusement, rum and a quick relief to his aching groins. Instead the
scallywags managed to find a bar with nothing but trouble and an hour or two
brawling among the drunken regulars. A few of the crew had kidnapped a few girls
and tied them on board. He wasn't looking forward to the squalls between the
shipmates over the women they brought aboard; but he knew eventually all the men
would have their turns at them and settle down. So long as they got the ship
sailing and their course charted he could care less about the fights. He watched
the town they departed begin to look smaller and smaller upon the horizon, his
blue eyes looking intent and some what displeased he didn't get the chance to
fulfill his urges.
An hour later he noticed a particularly huge fight between the crewmates and
rushed over to see what the entire ruckus was about. A smallish Hispanic girl
with long, wavy locks cascading around her face in wisps was cursing at them and
spitting on which ever one would dare to get closest to her. They sneered and
made fun of her while her arms were tied behind her helplessly to the mast. They
all argued about what each one would do to her and who would be first. Her shirt
was torn from all the hands grabbing at her. She wriggled against the mast
trying to get free nearly exposing her tan breast from her ripped blouse. Her
skirt was tattered in the same fashion. Her legs looked long even though she
barely stood 5'3", muscular and strong. He liked that a lot. She had very nice,
firm tits and a round ass. Her hips were very curvy and the more he stared at
her the more ideas invaded his mind. She turned to face him and could tell that
he held some importance over his crew the way he carried himself and his
demeanor. She nearly pleaded with him just using her facial movements and deep,
brown, puppy dog eyes, until she saw the same look of lust wash over his face as
he watched her. Disgusted with the look he was giving her she looked away from
him not wanting to give him the pleasure of her eye contact. There were a total
of 7 girls on the ship and yet this one intrigued him so much. Maybe it was the
disgusted look she gave him, the sassy way she mouthed off to them, and her wild
eyes that hated them all. He couldn't explain it but he decided he would untie
this wench and keep her for himself. He walked over to her in a calm voice said
"I'm going to untie you and I promise you this if you misbehave or spit on me I
will hand you back over to my crew. I don't think I need to remind you that I
have 47 men on this boat awaiting your flesh anxiously and don't mind sharing."
With that the voluptuous girl nodded and awaited him to cut her ropes free from
her wrists. They were red and chafed from the rope burns. She tended to them
with her shirt trying to dry the blood and blisters. Without hesitation or
giving her an opportunity to act anymore; he grabbed her arm and started towards
his cabin as he gave glances of sheer dominance at his crew. He dared one of
them to protest his decision as he roughly pulled the girl towards his cabin and
held his jeweled, trusty scimitar with his other hand still sheathed in its
leather.
He opened the heavy, wood cabin door and flung her into the room. She spun
around wildly, her hair flinging about around her tear stained face and looked
at him waiting to pounce on him in rage if he approached her. He picked up a
bottle of rum and took a big swig from it, gulped the warm liquid down and set
it down on the table then wiped his mouth dry with the sleeve of his white
shirt. "What is your name wench?" He asked her coolly. "Why do you care?" she
asked with hostility. "Maybe you didn't understand the question." With that he
swung his arm back and let it fly with minimum force and backhanded her cheek.
"When I ask you something you will learn to answer me. Without question! Is that
understood or do I need to show you I am a man true to my word and throw you out
to the rabid, wolves waiting on deck?" She clutched her rosy cheek which ached
from his hand and replied more timidly. "It's... its ...Heather." She stammered,
still looking at him with a hatred he found quite amusing. "What do you want
with me, why am I here?" "You're here because I'm sure one of my men if not the
whole damn ship fancied you. I would think it best on your part to do as I ask
or we shall find out just how popular you are."
He walked towards her and she felt his fingers pick up a lock of her brown, hair
and twirled it around his finger while looking at her beautiful body up and down
drinking the image all in. He took the piece of hair he was playing with and
smelled it. It was so sweet and fragrant. The smell made him dizzy; he hadn't
smelled something so feminine in a long time. He'd nearly forgotten what a woman
smelled like; after being stuck at sea for many weeks at a time. Nothing but men
surrounding him; for what felt like decades. He took his hand and slid it over
her bare shoulder where her ripped shirt once laid. She shuddered at his touch.
He could tell she was plotting in her mind when to make her next move. He was no
fool to think he had tamed this wild, exotic thing so easy. He liked the
challenge in fact, it made him stiffen more to the idea she was going to resist
him. Unlike the other sluts he had bedded from port to port anxious to lie in
his bed hoping to acquire his loot and settle him down.
He loved how nervous but fiery she was, he walked around still touching her
shoulder moving it cautiously across her neck and her collar bone as he
continued to pace around her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye
careful to not look directly into his blue eyes. He was starting to grow weary
of the game he was playing with her and began to inch closer and get a good feel
of those fat tits she had tucked away behind that corset. He grabbed her by the
waist and pushed himself against her squeezing them while seeing her neck
exposed he placed his lips sucking slightly at the nape.
She hissed at him shoving him away, "I don't take kindly to men who think they
can own me and have their way with me." "I don't believe I asked for your
opinion, so as long as you are on my ship you will do as I command." He pulled
her to him again. He could feel her struggling and laughed at her efforts.
Without warning she bit his chest until he let go and she tried to run towards
the door. He quickly thwarted her attempt to escape and grabbed her by the back
of her head nearly dragging her to his bunk. He grabbed his dagger from his boot
and held it sharply to her jaw line. An evil grin appeared on his face as he
heard her gasp and felt her resistance weaken under his arm.
He sat her down on the bunk and asked "Are you going to be a good girl now?" She
looked up at him still with so much fire and nodded a "yes" motion shyly. "I
don't believe you; therefore I am forced to use measures which will ensure me
you will." She watched him in wonder to see what he had planned for her. He
reached over to the drawer and pulled out three pairs of shackles. Her eyes grew
so big and the fire quickly turned to deep seeded fear. He placed the shackles
around her wrists and hooked them above her head on an iron wrought hook that
use to hold a lantern for reading. He took the second pair and hooked one of her
ankles and slipped the other side of the shackle around the leg of his bunk,
then proceeded to repeat the same steps for the other leg. Heather looked up at
him pleading again with her eyes. Her lip quivered and he could tell she was
searching for the right words to convince him not to go through with his plans.
She grew angry at herself for not having the wit to find the words. He began to
rub the calf of her leg as he crouched down in between her legs and slowly slid
his hand up her inner thigh. Her head tossed and turned back and forth as he
leaned down to kiss her. He grabbed her hair and held it tight so she couldn't
move then smashed his lips hard against hers. Her mouth was sweet like she had
been eating fruit pies and her tongue was warm and flickering all inside his
mouth trying to find a way out. She bit his lip and his hand stopped sliding up
her thigh and to his lip. He licked it and could taste the blood starting to
form where she had bit him. It was a taste he was all too familiar with. He
chuckled at her efforts.
"You're going to have to do a lot more then bite me I'm afraid; my saucy little
whore." His tone was more playful then threatening. She could almost swear he
liked it. With that he slapped her leg and began to continue his quest for what
was at the top of her thighs. He could tell she was fidgeting under him not
enjoying being helpless at all. He couldn't help but become more and more
aroused by all this. He got to her soft, well shaved mound and began to play
with the tender folds of her cunt. She was a little wet; however he knew a way
to fix that immediately. He pushed her skirt up and leaned down on his knees
until his face became flush with her clit. He flicked the top of it a little at
first to tease her like he was licking a wound. His tongue glided all over her
fat, brown lips and meaty pussy. He dipped down into her taut honey hole and
stuck his tongue deep inside. Her pussy tasted almost as sweet as her mouth.
Minutes later he was devouring her and she laid there flinching and arching her
back as far as she could trying so hard not to enjoy the sensations he was
sending through her body. Once he saw her flood his tongue with her creamy,
thick cum; he rubbed his hard cock through his tight pants and got up from
between her legs.
He left her skirt up so he could sit and look at her swollen clit and lips while
he took another sip of rum rubbing himself. He unzipped his pants and walked
over to the side of the bed. She tried not to look at him but was forced to when
he grabbed the back of her head and pushed the tip of his cock through her lips.
She tried to argue but it was muffled instantly by the enormous raging dick
being shoved into her mouth. He had both hands on her head now holding her
steady so he could fuck her pretty, little, pink mouth. He could feel her throat
tense up every time he put the tip of his dick near her tonsils. He then took
his hips and with immense determination he plunged his cock deep into her throat
watching her eyes widen and become teary from the pain. She gagged on it and
choked and coughed when he finally pulled it back out. She moaned and he watched
her pussy lips start to flutter. He realized something amazing. This wench just
had an orgasm from his cock in her throat. He placed his cock inside her mouth
again and started to fuck it once more. Her eyes were saying no but her cunt was
cumming all over the place every time he shoved his fat prick in her throat
making her take him deeper and deeper. The moans she made were like sirens
singing their songs of seduction to him. He could listen to it all day as it
echoed in the back of his mind. He was lost in the ecstasy his cock was
enraptured in. He finally couldn't contain it any longer and felt himself start
to spurt his juices all over her tonsils. Without hesitation she swallowed it
all and her mouth was clean like it never had a drop in it.
His cock was still raging and needed to be dealt with. He took the remainder of
his clothes off and let them fall to the floor. He moved in between her legs
again and started to place his fat cock at her mortal opening. He cut down the
middle of her red corset and ripped the rest of her shirt off then through it on
the dusty wooden floor like it was an old rag. He couldn't wait to get those
big, brown nipples in his mouth. They looked like cookies laying on top of
perfect tan mounds as he leaned in to enjoy his delicious desert. He nibbled and
sucked them so hard like they were leaking milk and he was trying to not let any
spill. He could feel them harden on his tongue as he suckled her. She moaned and
tossed her body back and forth trying to buck him off her.
He jerked his dick a couple times to stiffen it up quick and shoved it deep
inside her hole. She was extremely wet and nearly screamed loud enough to wake
up Davy Jones himself on the bottom of the ocean floor. He smashed the head of
his dick into the top of her so hard. It hurt him but still felt so good. He
knew it hurt her. By the tears welling up in her eyes he knew it hurt her bad.
He could tell he was a lot bigger then she had room for but he didn't care a
bit. This wench was going to be forced to take every inch of his throbbing cock
whether she liked it or not. Her moans were more like screams and shrieks of
pain and pleasure. It made his dick even bigger and twice as hard knowing he was
hurting her. Not giving her a moment to rest, he kept the pace up and pounded
her tight cunt harder and harder. He watched her succulent tits bounce in rhythm
every time he rammed his thick cock up inside her. He could feel her walls
tighten and loved how he was ripping her walls and stretching them as he fucked
her. His stamina was incredible most of the time but her tight cunt hadn't been
fucked in a long time so the tightness of it was making him want to cum bad. He
could feel her hot juices pouring out and covering her thighs and his balls.
He could feel himself smashing the top of her pressing with the tip of his hard
head. She flopped under him and breathed so furiously as he was jack hammering
away at her soft, delicate pussy. She moaned and tossed around; screaming and
panting while he went to work at destroying her insides. He could tell she had
never been fucked very good and most definitely had never been fucked like this
before. This pleased him so much and excited him even more. He couldn't stop
dwelling on how good he was giving it to this little slut.
Finally he jerked hard inside her and he felt her walls wrap closer around his
shaft. She was cumming and so was he. His dick sputtered and squirted so much
cum he couldn't believe it. He held it inside her as he leaned up to steal
another kiss. Only this time she kissed him back. He had set a different fire
alight then the fire she had when she first came into the cabin. She was now
submitting to him. He pulled his very sore cock out of her, and enjoyed the
vision he saw before him. Her lips were red and swollen and his thick, white cum
was oozing out of her tiny hole. He took his finger and lapped it up then put it
to her lips where she sucked it clean off his finger. He smiled to himself and
thought how prosperous the stop had been to that small town after all. This was
one wench he wasn't ever intending on sharing or getting rid of.
