Ravished by the Pirates

Citation preview

Ravished by the Pirates By Powerone Copyright 2006 The First Part of “Girls In Peril” Series The right of Powerone to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying, and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author. All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention. This electronic book published by A1AdultEbooks and downloaded from: http://www.a1adultebooks.com or one of our affiliated network sites

Chapter 1 The Capture The fight was over in less then ten minutes, the pirates adroit at surprise. They attacked just as dawn broke; their pirate ship silently sailed within feet of the larger vessel and quickly pulled along side, the pirates swinging by rope to the other ship. They caught the lookouts sleeping, probably bored with looking at the dark horizon for so long, comfortable in knowing that no one would attack one of the King of Spain’s ships. They failed to recognize the tenacity of Captain James. His hatred for the Spanish was undeniable; their ship in his waters was just too much to pass up. Although outnumbered in men and guns, his pirates fought with a savageness that surprised the sailors, some jumping overboard rather than fight the bloodthirsty pirates. In less then ten minutes, the dark wood of the deck was stained in the bright red of the blood of the Spanish sailors that stood and fought. His men threw the bodies overboard, the splashing as they hit the water almost continuous. Final count, 75 sailors and five officers killed. Not bad for a crew of pirates numbering only forty. Ten of his men were killed or wounded severely; a trip back to Port Royal in Jamaica would be their next stop, a sail of about twenty days. There they would sell the treasures from this ship and the men would have a chance to spend their plunder in wine and women. They would have a long rest while Captain James re-supplied the ship with arms, provisions and men, his legendary prowess on the high sea would lure many eager to join his crew. A search of the ship began in earnest now that the bodies had been disposed of. The ship was as quiet as a church, the eerie silence marred only by the waves lapping at the side of the ship. Captain James Bonny led the first party below decks. First Officer Stede maintained the rest of the men topside, their eyes peeled on the horizon to make sure no other ship might sneak up on them. Captain James led a party of ten men, their knives out, too close of quarters below ship for their cutlasses. They raided the Captain’s quarters, finding a safe left carelessly open filled with jewels and gold. The galley would supply them with rations back to Port Royal with the sort of food they rarely enjoyed, meat, wine and even fresh fruit. He

sent one man up to the deck to bring a party down to haul away the spoils. They moved on to the living quarters, but the lowly sailors had little to steal. The door at the end opened up into a long hallway, the officer’s quarters. They stood quiet, the sound of whispering from the other end of the hall startling them. “It sounds like women,” one of the sailors whispered. “Maybe our luck has changed for the better,” Captain James said quietly. “We will have some nice farmers daughters to warm our beds on the way home and make some money selling them in the slave market.” Once they returned to Port Royal women were quickly dispatched to the slave market, many sold to serve out the rest of their lives in whore houses, servicing those that wished to pay for the pleasure that their pussies, mouths and assholes would provide. He hoped they were young daughters instead of wives, virgins instead of mothers. His men would enjoy the ravishment of the girls, coercing them with the whip to perform whatever perversion his men could think of, each girl having to take on the whole crew in a continuous orgy. When the pirates tired of waiting their turns, they would take the girls at the same time, all of her orifices filled with the raging hard cocks of lustful pirates. Captain James would get his pick of the lot, keeping her in his cabin to service his carnal needs, a locker filled with various toys and instruments of torture that he had picked up around the world to use on the lovely flesh of a female, her screams making his cock all that much harder. They crept quietly toward the doors, each one picking one of the four closed doors, their large knives at the ready, and their hands on the door handle as the Captain counted. At the count of three they burst into the room, screaming at the top of their lungs, hoping to scare anyone inside. The girls were startled by the pirates bursting into their rooms. They had hidden below deck when the fighting started, shivering in fear as they heard the screaming and yelling on the deck. Things turned quiet quickly, their eyes staring out the port holes as body after body was tossed overboard, the bloodied faces of the ships crew passing before them as they were dumped into their watery graves. Severed heads bobbed in the water before finally sinking from sight, some of the girls vomiting in disgust. The pirates forced the girls into the narrow hallway, the girl’s jabbering in Spanish to each other as the men laughed at the distress

that shone on their faces. A total of nine girls. Not farmers daughters, not even farmers mothers. These were different; they seemed to be handmaidens for a Lady, a Spanish Noblewoman. The Captain found her among them quickly. While the other girls had a frightened look on their faces, she stood proudly as if she were still in command, the haughty look staring at him in defiance. They were all dressed regally, as if they were about to attend a formal ball, clothes out of place on a ship in the open sea. Their long dresses almost dragged on the deck of the ship, completely covering their legs, but the fabric of the dresses clung to their asses, molding the taut flesh into pert mounds that begged to be touched. But what drew the pirate’s attention were the bodices of the dresses. Eighteen pert, white breasts stood proudly, partially revealed by the dress, pushed up by unseen garments that seemed to thrust them into the eyes of the lookers, tips almost sharp enough to poke your eye out if you could get that close. Large cocks bulged in the trousers of the pirates, none harder or longer than Captain James, who was known for his sexual prowess. And his prowess extended to the cruelty to female flesh that had the misfortune to be captured by his crew and thrown into his bed. For the next twenty days the ship would ring with the cries begging, sobbing and screaming as the girls endured the most horrific pain that the pirates could inflict, all with the express purpose of making their cocks hard. And then they would be ravished, each girl forced to watch as their friends were fucked one by one, cruelly and harshly in public view, their virginity taken without regard for the pain. In fact, the more painful the better. And not just their vaginas. But their mouths, forced to suck more cocks in a day then most girls would in a lifetime. And the final degradation, sodomized while her friends watched, large cocks filling their most intimate hole in a perverted act that tore their anus, the blood used to lubricate the cock of their pirate that had taken her. For those that refused, the punishments were harsh and swift, stripped, bound and whipped. If that still didn't loosen the virtues of the girl, the pirates had tools from the Orient that would be used on tender bodies that would make them sing for their captors, sing a song of pain “Take them topside. Bind their arms behind their backs; you don’t want to find a knife in your gut. Search the rooms; see what kind of treasure these beauties are hiding.”

The men were eager to jump on the girls, pulling their arms behind their backs, metal cuffs used to secure them, the metal clanging noisily as they tightened on their thin wrists. “Don’t you dare touch me you illiterate pirate. Don’t you know who I am? I am Princess Stefani of Spain. You will find yourself on the end of a hangman’s noose if you touch me.” She thrust up tall, defiant to the men as she struggled to prevent them from cuffing her. “I’ll take care of her,” Captain James stated as he moved towards her. “It’s about time there was a gentlemen amongst you. I presume you are the Captain of these ruffians.” She turned towards him just in time to see his hand swing, hitting her squarely on the side of her face, her head spinning to the left harshly, almost losing her balance as she struggled to stay on her feet. “My Lady,” one of the girls rushed over to her, grabbing her to keep her from falling to the ground. She acted as if she was the head handmaiden, the others not as eager to cross the pirates. “Grab the little bitch,” the Captain swore, his crew dragging her over to the side. She was a good looking little redhead. All of them except the lady couldn’t be more then eighteen, the Captain hoping they were all virgins. Their bosoms heaved, the bodice of their dresses pushing their tits up, sharp naked cleavage highlighted with a fine piece of jewelry that drew your eyes to the firm flesh. His cock hardened at the freckles on the bosom of the redhead, the thought of his cock plunging between the legs of a girl with red pubic hair always was a secret fantasy of his. He imagined her dark nipples and areolas highlighting the white skin as she thrashed beneath him, his hard cock fucking her mercilessly. Princess Stefani looked at the Captain as she rubbed her burning cheek. He seemed to be civilized, his speech that of an English gentleman. Maybe there was a gentleman in there somewhere. The Captain was a bit more handsome then the rest of his crew, but he was still repulsive. Unwashed, his face covered with a scraggly beard that looked like it would scrape the paint off of a ship. His face was rugged and tanned, long years on the sea in the sun and salt air making his skin as tough as leather. His body was muscular, his arms almost as big as Stefani's legs, muscles pushing out the shirt that clung to his sweating body. She blushed when she looked down, hoping he didn't catch her stare as she saw the large

bulge in his trousers, the material clinging to the large shaft that seemed to be as long and hard as a log. She saw the large knife in his hand, afraid of him, already seeing him slice the head off the Captain of her ship with his sword with a single swipe of the blade. Princess Stefani was almost sick as the blood shot out the cut arteries, mixing on the deck of the ship with the blood of the rest of the crew. He almost seemed to smile as he did it. She ran below deck, hiding with her handmaidens until the pirates had found them. She feared for the safety of her girl’s, knowing that pirates often ravished women taken from a ship and then whisked them off to an unknown place, rumors of being sold as sexual slaves. Her only hope was to charm him, a task that she was particularly adept at, able to make the noblemen beg at her feet. An uneducated scoundrel should be easy. He stood in front of her, his knife brandished before her. "Don't you dare touch me again you heathen. I am betrothed to Lord Diego and to be married as soon as I arrive in the new land. If you take me to Virginia, I am sure the Lord would pay you a handsome sum for my safe passage. You speak like a gentlemen, I only pray you will treat my girls and I as a gentleman would." She hoped he would take the bait, sure that once on land he would be arrested and thrown in chains for the rest of his life. Pirates were the scum of the land, preying upon the weak. He didn’t even reply to her offer. He swung again; Stefani didn’t even see the flat of his hand as it swung again, this time the other side of her face receiving the powerful blow. The redhead cried out again for her mistress, Stefani trying to maintain her balance as she saw stars before her eyes. She staggered, her regal presence diminished greatly by his cruelty. Tears welled up in her eyes, Stefani trying to hold in the need to cry, wishing instead to maintain her elegance, her body stretching up tall again, her defiant eyes staring back at him. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back. Or would you rather that I slap you around some more. I’m beginning to enjoy it,” his crew laughing with him. “I will temporarily surrender to your cruelty,” turning her back to him, crossing her wrists behind her. She felt the utter helplessness of the situation when his hand large hands placed the cold iron bracelets on her wrists, wrists that were used to wearing gold and precious stones. She felt him tighten them until she moaned in pain,

knowing he was doing it on purpose, cruelly testing her. She felt him press up against her backside, Stefani trying to move away but he pressed her up against the wall, pushing her body into the wood while he ground his hips into her ass. He whispered into her ear so no one else would hear. “Can you feel my hard cock on your lovely ass? It is yearning to be buried in your sweet cunt.” He saw her blush in shame, unable to escape his lower body from grinding his cock on her ass. “Take them aboard our ship, including this one. I want them unspoiled. We will have a party with them as soon as we set sail. We have twenty days to indulge our fantasies with these lovely beauties. To teach them all the perversities of the world. I hope they will be uncooperative; it has been a while since I was able to skin a naked female with my whip." He let his hand roam sensuously over Stefani’s ass, feeling her try to jerk away from his intimate touch. “This one will require much punishment before she will learn. I have so many lovely instruments to use on the tender and intimate parts of her body. The pain will make her scream nicely. My cock will enjoy fucking this one, training her virgin body to pleasure me.” She knew she was in trouble, all of them, but she hid it, a stonefaced expression on her. He smelled, obviously pirates didn't bathe, a repulsive creature not worthy of her body. And his cock was so big as it pressed into her ass, feeling it jerk, knowing that he loved her humiliation as she suffered the degradation of him humping her like a dog in heat. She would find a way out of this. She would refuse to submit to him and fight his advances. She would certainly not let a pirate take her precious virginity without a fight. The pirates quickly led them off, some of them eager to get their hands on the lovely titties that were so eloquently exposed by the low bodice of their dresses. Unspoiled meant no fucking, not no molesting. The Captain expected his men to humiliate the girls in front of everyone, enjoying the way they would cringe when they were openly fondled. They would soon learn to obey, punishments meted out after they were stripped naked, their bodies spread open in the bright sunlight on the deck, a wide assortment of gear on the deck that would serve to keep them bound securely and exposed. All eyes were on the nine girls as they were led away, their wrists cuffs clanging noisily as they shuffled along the deck. The guards played with some of them, lifting their arms up in back, forcing them to bend over until their breasts would almost spill out

the lavish bodices of their dresses, another guard forcing her head up to allow the men to ogle the lovely white flesh. One began to cry when a pirate’s hand stroked across her silky white skin of her upper breast as she was forced to face forward, commenting on how large her breasts were. "Look at these lovely tits, so plump and firm. Just like a ripe cantaloupe," he teased the young girl, his hands molding her naked flesh. "These were made to be sucked and licked, just like a baby would do." He moved closer to her face, seeing the humiliation on her face as she turned red, the others staring at her. He whispered in her ear, "I'm going to put my hard cock between those lovely orbs and fuck them until I cum on your face. Then I'm going to make you lick my cum off your face. I hope you fight me; I would love to whip your lovely body, starting with your titties. My whip will make them bounce around so nicely as you cry out in pain," he roared, laughing so hard. "You leave her alone," Stefani shouted out, not being able to stand the way the girl was being treated. The First Office moved behind Stefani. He was ugly, not in the traditional way, but many years at sea and sword fights had left his face weathered and scarred, his lip cut permanently into a scowl that frightened most women. That is why he enjoyed the job so much. Except for the Captain, he had first pick of the women. He would take the youngest and the prettiest. He enjoyed the terror on their face as he slowly stripped them in front of all of the sailors; sure that this was the first time any man had seen them naked, their humiliation etched in their faces. They screamed when he took out his cock and showed what was going to ravage their body and take their virginity. He had the largest cock among the men; over nine inches with a large bend in it. Even the whores in Cape Royal wouldn't let him fuck them unless he got them real drunk. The bend made his cock drag along inside their pussy, forced to spread wider inside than the girth of his cock would normally require. Once they felt his cock the first time they would do anything to avoid it, the captured girls not having any choice but to submit to him. Even when he finished taking their virginity, he was not finished with them. No, they would soon be forced to take his large cock in their backside, their screams would ring out over the empty ocean as he painfully sodomized them, tearing their anal ring as he fucked them. Most would be unconscious when he came inside them,

only waking up to taste the soiled, cum covered cock of the First Officer in their mouths, forced to clean it before he would release them. They would always remember his crooked cock. He pushed against Stefani, slowly grinding against her ass, feeling like he would cum any second if he continued. "Let's tie the bitches over here. Put their lovely asses up on display for the men. Let them see what awaits their pleasure." The men eagerly dragged the girls over to the small deckhouse. It was about three feet above the deck, a convenient height to display the girls. They pulled them up onto the platform, many of them fighting, the bondage of their arms making their struggling futile. The First Officer stood behind Stefani his body pressed up against her. "Crouch down my little bitch," pushing down on her shoulders until she began to bend her knees and crouch down. "All the way down," he ordered her. The other men followed his lead, nine lovely girls forced into a crouched position, their arms bound behind their backs. The First Officer grabbed two ropes and moved behind Stefani, crouching low so he could do his work. "Hold still," his hands reaching under her, Stefani screaming in protest as his hands slid under her ass. "What are you doing?" Stefani huffed as she shouted at him. She felt his hands slide under her ass, her bound arms keeping her from stopping the indignity. She shook her shoulders back and forth, unable to stop him. "I like the way it makes your titties dance," the First Officer shouted out in glee as he watched her half naked breasts sway, the bodice of her dress pushing up her firm globes. She suddenly stopped, unable to prevent him from sliding his hands under her skirts until she felt the harsh ropes touching her tender skin. She squirmed as his hands fumbled to tie the ropes around her thighs, back under to tie to her lower leg, pinning her in the crouched position. Her ankles already began to ache, balancing precariously. "NNNNOO," she screamed as his hands continued to run over her naked legs, not even able to move now, pinned to the deck in a squat position. "Such smooth, silky skin. Just like a baby," the First Officer whispered in her ear as he caressed her skin. "Not like my harsh skin," he continued, feeling her squirming. He moved higher up her leg, Stefani pushing back trying to escape. "You're not going

anywhere my little pet. I know just the thing for you." He pulled his hands from underneath her skirts. The other pirates had secured the other girls, nine pretty young girls all bound tightly in a crouched position, their legs thrust out in front of them. The First Officer gave each of the pirates another length of rope, making a noose in the one he held. He tied the rope high above her head to the beam, letting the noose dangle in front of her. "NO! NO!" She was scared now, certain that he would hang her. She squirmed as the First Officer moved in front of her. He lowered the rope around her head, sliding it down, pulling her hair up to get it underneath. He tightened the rope, seeing the scared look on her face as it tightened. The other girls were all suffering the same fate, screams from their lips as they first saw the ropes dangling in front of their face. "Not too tight is it?" He teased her as he yanked on the rope rather harshly. He pulled the other end until Stefani’s body was stretched up, her bound legs preventing her from moving any higher. "Now don't fall over or you'll hang yourself. And it will be slow. Imagine choking for five minutes until you finally pass out, never to wake up again." He roared with laughter. “But I’ll not fuck with you M’Lady. You are the Captains. No, I want that cute little redhead over there.” The redhead cringed when she heard his comment, seeing him moving towards her. He was old and ugly. And she could smell him from yards away. The thought of him taking her sexually was just too much to comprehend and she began to sob. She tried to move only to feel the noose tighten on her neck, her legs already beginning to cramp from the bondage that kept her crouching down on the deck. She kept her knees together, protecting her innocence from the pirates. The First Officer went behind the redhead, his hands on her slim waist. “I haven’t fucked a redhead in a long time,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll love your white skin and freckles on your naked body. Soon you will be mine.” He let his hands roam down over her hips, feeling her trying to squirm away from his touch. “Hold real still or you will choke to death,” he warned her, his hands sliding underneath her ass. She jumped at his intimate touch, the ropes keeping her from moving more than an inch. His hands were taking liberties with her body that a lady would never allow, his large hands grasping her twin cheeks and squeezing

them as if they were fruit to be tested for ripeness, her gasps of indignation doing little to stop the rude handling of her body. He whispered foul talk into her ear, telling her of the things he would do to her body, the perversions he would force her to perform in front of others as he continued molesting her with his hands. He needed to feel her flesh, the material of the dress too thick to get a good feel of her body. He had work to finish up, stripping the ship of its cargo, but he had a minute to tease himself with her body. His hands slowly pulled her dress up in back, inching up her legs. He let his hands find the edge of her dress and slip underneath, her body jerking, a gasp from her lips as she felt his rough hands on her silky skin. “Never had a real man touch you bitch?” he teased her, his hands touching the naked hips that were presented to him. She squirmed beneath his touch as he fondled her naked skin, feeling the tiny underpants that covered her treasures from his touch, tiny bows on the side the only thing keeping them from his hands. Her skin crawled from his touch, his hands roaming so intimately over her naked hips as if he were her lover. The first touch was electric, the bondage allowing only token resistance, his hands exploring her body at will. She cringed in shame as his hands moved back to cup her butt, her thin panties her only protection. His large hands easily molded her cheeks, his powerful grip tightening and clenching her skin as she tightened her muscles. Her only hope was that they would be rescued before he had his way with her, the thought of this foul pirate taking her precious virginity unthinkable, allowing the others to watch the unspeakable act too humiliating to even consider. “NO! NO!” She cried out in indignation, as his fingers roamed, one fat finger sliding between her tightly clenched cheeks, searching out the most intimate parts of her body. He laughed at her protest, his finger sliding up and down her crack before he finally pressed against her anus, his powerful finger forced between her tightly clenched cheeks, feeling the hot, pulsating hole beneath his touch. She squirmed, his finger following every little dart of her body, unable to escape his intimate touch. “So hot my little flower.” He pushed harder, her body jumping as her anus fought back the intrusion. How could he touch her back there, the thought so disgusting that she choked? The finger would push, retreat, then push again, making her body jerk up and down as if she were a puppet, his finger the strings that made her dance for him. Her relief was short-lived

when his finger moved away, her panties still plastered against her anus. His hand moved lower, lower between her legs. Even with her knees clenched tight, the crouched position left her sex so available to his touch. Her asshole was so hot, his cock jerking at the thought of sodomizing the red-haired bitch as she screamed with every thrust of his hard cock up her asshole almost making him cum. He moved down to her pussy, sure that his hands were the first to touch her so intimately, her squirming body, her gasps of shame making it so much more enjoyable. He found her sex and pushed her panties into the hole, his finger moving around the tiny opening, widening it to his fat finger. “You’re going to have to spread wide to take my hard cock in your virgin pussy. I hope you fight. I love it when virgins fight the ravishment of their body. It makes it so much more enjoyable.” Even his finger felt huge, how would it feel when his penis would replace it? She squirmed as he fingered her so intimately, unable to escape the rude, probing finger. He finally stopped, his hands pulling out from beneath her dress, her panties pressed deep into her butt and vagina so uncomfortably. She saw him move around in front of her, his grinning face staring at her. He let his hands move forward, grabbing both of her knees and pulling them apart as she struggled to fight his handling of her body. “Spread your legs for me my little redhead bitch. You will soon learn to obey my commands or suffer under my whip. I have no qualms about whipping your naked body, your ass, tits and even your sex will receive the powerful lash of the leather whip. You’ll be surprised how obedient you will become,” laughing as he thrust her knees open wide. “Now keep them open,” he ordered her, his hands sliding along the inside of her legs, pulling her skirt out of the way as he did. He gathered her skirt and pushed it aside until he had access to her naked thighs. He pinched her creamy skin, feeling her jerk and toss about as his powerful fingers grasped her sensitive skin in a sharp pinch that squeezed the skin painfully. His fingers hurt, the pinches shooting sharp pains up to her brain, his fingers continuing to bruise her tender inner thighs as he moved closer to her sex again. Would he pinch her there, the thought of his fingers pinching her labia just too much to bear! “You brutal man,” she shouted at him. “Hurting a poor, innocent girl,” she taunted him, his fingers continuing their painful move up towards her

sex. She couldn’t let him continue, closing her knees, trapping his hand between her silky thighs. The First Officer nodded to one of his men. He quickly moved behind the redhead. The short whip in his hand shot out, slapping her hard across her back, her body jerking in pain before the scream was torn from her lips. Her scream was inhuman; sure that no one had ever had the audacity to strike her before. “Again,” he ordered his man, the whip slicing across her back again, this time lower down, finding a new spot to inflict the pain. No one had ever struck her before, least of all with a whip. Her back was ablaze in pain, feeling like the skin was torn from her. A second slap of the whip on a fresh spot opened up another burst of pain, a second scream torn from her lips as she suffered, almost falling over, the rope around her neck the only thing that kept her from falling over. She felt the rope tighten on the rope, holding her body rigid, afraid of hanging herself. “Now spread your knees apart my red-haired beauty. Or would you rather feel the touch of the whip on your back again?” The First Officer smiled as she slowly let her knees part, his hand released from the tight grasp of her thighs. “Wider bitch,” he ordered her, seeing her strain to spread them until he was satisfied. “Now keep them open.” His hands returned to caressing her creamy white inner thighs, her body trembling as he moved up and down the silky skin. He pushed her skirt out of the way, exposing her almost to her panties, his hands eager to seek out the treasures beneath her panties. “That’s a good bitch,” he complimented her, hearing the sudden gasp from her lips as his fingers pressed hard against her sex. He felt her knees begin to close, but a light tap of the whip on her back changed her mind and her knees spread again obscenely. He pinched her labia in his powerful hands, feeling her body jerk in the unexpected harsh touch of her sex. “Nice puffy lips. I like that. Such a lovely sound a whip makes when they slap against them.” “Please Sir. Don’t hurt me,” the redhead begged the First Officer, unaccustomed to be treated so cruelly. “Just learn to obey,” he taunted her as his hands continued to rub her sex through her tiny, thin panties. He pinched her pussy lips again, her ass trying to arch up to escape the cruel fingers. “I have work to finish. Then I will be back for you. You are going to be the first.”

She trembled, almost afraid to ask the question. “The first what?” “Why the first to get fucked of course. I will get you first, then the rest of the men will have their way with you. You’ll get fucked more in your first day than most girls get in their lifetime, though I am sure that you won’t enjoy it as much. But we will. I’m sure your pussy will be hot and tight and you will give each of us a good ride. If not, the whip will encourage you to give us the pleasure we seek from your young body.” He pulled his hands from under her skirt, standing up in front of her. “Keep those pretty legs spread. If I come back and they are closed, it will be the whip again.” Stefani looked around, the other girls not faring any better. Each was forced to spread her knees for the pirates; Stefani required the whip to get her acceptance. Three times it slapped her back harshly before she finally accepted her fate, her knees spreading open reluctantly. One of the unfortunate girls, the one with the largest breasts suffered the ultimate indignity. One of the pirates couldn’t wait, his hands pushed into the tight bodice of her dress and plucked one large, naked breast out, the girl humiliated as she crouched so obscenely, her large, naked breast revealed in the bright sunlight as the pirates passed by her carrying the booty from the ship, their eyes always on the firm flesh so brazenly exposed to them. One of the more adventurous pirates even stopped long enough to wrap his lips around her nipple, drawing the tender morsel in his mouth, his tongue attacking it with a vengeance as his teeth bit down behind the hardening bud, holding it trapped in the hot confines of his mouth. The pirates continued to plunder the King’s ship, load after load of treasures stored on their own ship. It took four hours before they finished, finally ready to set sail. The girls suffered in the hot sun, their clothes sticking to them like a second skin, their long dresses holding the heat in. Their hearts sank when they saw their ship set afire, the pirates yelling and hollering in excitement as they threw blazing torches on the ship before jumping aboard their own ship. The pirate ship slowly set sail. Stefani watched the burning ship, smoke and steam rising up from its charred hull as it sank into the depths of the ocean, all traces of her vanishing from sight. It would be at least a month before they would be missed, more than enough time for them to be half way around the world, vanished without a trace.

The Captain looked at the nine beautiful girls bound on the deckhouse, their bodies swaying as the ship bounced on the sea, trying to balance precariously to keep from hanging themselves. He looked at Stefani, submissively crouched before him, her legs still spread, the whip instilling obedience in her. He was sure it was temporary, but he would enjoy the task of breaking her will, forcing her to do his sexual bidding. “Well my princess, how do you like my hospitality?” He crouched down in front of her, his hands sliding under her dress until he touched her naked inner thighs. He felt her tense up her legs. “Keep them spread open,” he ordered her, seeing her fight the urge to close them as his hands continued to rub up and down her silky, sleek thighs.

Chapter 2 Gretchen Performs In The Hold The First Officer came over to the Captain, seeing him playing with the girl, her eyes staring at him with hatred. He looked over at the red haired girl, her eyes looking down suddenly when their eyes met. “Captain, we are under way and on course. The cargo is all stored below deck and the hold is ready. Should I have the girls brought down? The crew is waiting impatiently.” “Yes it is time.” He pulled his hands from beneath her dress; there would be time for that once they were in the hold. “I’ll take this one.” He untied Stefani’s legs, taking his time as he caressed her, the ropes leaving indentations on her tender skin. There would be much more of that, the girls would be bound almost all day and night. While it instilled obedience in them, it also left their bodies available for the crew to touch and manhandle at will. He helped her up as if he were a gentleman, holding her against him as she struggled to regain circulation in her legs. He was almost nice to her, keeping her from falling, but then his hands began to roam over her body again, intimately touching her butt before moving up to cup one of her breasts in his large hand, Stefani looking down as the dried, leathered hand clenched on her breast harshly, squeezing it. The other girls were led away; the Captain and Stefani last as they moved down the ladder into the cargo hold of the ship. Stefani was surprised how large it was, even more surprised what she saw in the center, an area cleared of boxes and crates. In the center of the hold was a bed, one of the handmaidens bed. Stefani was pushed to the side, thrown roughly onto a bed she quickly recognized. It was her bed, snatched from her quarters, a large brass posted bed, the white comforter now dirty with the hand prints of the pirates. The beds seemed out of place in the cargo hold. She tried to get comfortable on the bed, squirming, careful not to let her dress slide up her legs. The top was low cut, the dress made to push her breasts up, accenting her cleavage. A shiny gold cross only accented the deep crevice. Her skin glistened with sweat, almost shining like a beacon in the light of the open hatch above them. It didn't fail to catch the pirate captain’s attention, his eyes devouring her almost naked breasts. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her

back; the pirates seemed to take great pleasure in her moans of pain as thee tightened them tighter then necessary. Once bound, it gave them free access to her breasts, an opportunity they took full advantage of. The Captain moved onto the bed, his hands instantly reaching out to fondle her breasts, feeling her squirm beneath his touch as he manhandled the lovely female flesh. He laughed when he saw how large her nipples had grown from the forced fondling, laughing at her apparent lust. “Do you like my hands on your tits?” He squeezed harder until she moaned in pain. “I hate it you scoundrel. How dare you take advantage of a Princess?” She shot back a look of hatred. Her arms ached from lying on them, forced to arch her back, her lovely breasts forced out provocatively as she lay sprawled across the large bed, her legs clamped tightly together in defense. Her attention was drawn to the center of the room as the First Officer tossed the red haired girl onto the bed. Five large pirates dragged her kicking and scratching body in, her petite figure no match for the powerful men. Her legs kicked out for anything, the pirates adept and always a step ahead of their prey, a long list of females fucked for their pleasure teaching them painfully what happened if they failed to dart their feet, their crotches always the intended target. The pirate captain moved closer towards Stefani, his smelly breath close to her face. She tried to move away, his body spreading out next to hers. "What are you going to do to her?" She raised her voice, trying to sound as if she was still in charge, trying to mask the fear she really felt. She was afraid she already knew the answer to her own question. "When we capture a ship we get to plunder its treasures. In this case, it is your lovely handmaidens that my men will plunder. My men and I have been at sea for a long time without female companionship. Her lovely body will be a welcome change from the masturbating they have been doing," he laughed at her discomfort at the use of the word masturbating. “I do hope she is a virgin, my men love to make virgins scream when they fuck them." He looked over at Stefani, his eyes moving down to her lovely tits. He would take her slowly, not like the handmaiden. Stefani would only be touched by him and he would enjoy forcing her to do his sexual bidding. His men might be allowed to watch, the humiliation would help to make her more submissive. He also hoped she would fight his advances; the sharp lash of a whip on her naked body as she danced from one of the

yardarms would be great morale for his men, who loved to see naked girls’ bodies stripped with the lash of the whip, sure to inspire even greater perversions on her handmaidens. "You let her go immediately, you rogue! She's a defenseless girl." "I couldn't stop my men even if I wanted to. Not unless you would like to take her place on the bed. Would you spread you legs and let them fuck your lovely naked body?" His eyes wandered up and down her taut body bound on the bed. The Captain stretched out on the bed besides her, making sure that she had a good view of his cock, catching her blushed glimpse at his trousers when she looked at him. He hadn't had a lady before, most of the women and girls captured were farmer’s daughters or wives en route to the new land to make their mark. Once they returned to their home port, the coastal city of Port Royal, they were quickly dispatched to the slave market. He wasn’t sure what he would do with her when he finished with her, first he would teach her to cater to his perverted desires. Sure that she was a virgin; he would teach her the many perversions of the flesh that he had learned over the years, things that she couldn't even imagine. He had picked up many cruel instruments of torture, especially in China where there were no boundaries to the perversities they would inflict on females, the younger the better. They would enforce her cooperation, while her screams of pain only increased his lust. "What is your handmaiden's name?" She growled at him, refusing to even speak to such a loathsome creature. SSLLAAPP, her face quickly shooting to the side as his hand came out of nowhere and struck her cheek with a painful blow that seemed to knock her teeth loose. She couldn't believe the pain, her cheek hot and stinging, her nose running, not sure if it was bleeding. She could taste blood in her mouth, her teeth smashing painfully into her cheek from the blow. She began to sob. "Maybe you would like to be stripped naked on the desk and whipped in front of all of my men. When I ask you a question I expect an answer. I am the Master of this ship and you are nothing but a lowly prisoner. I would think nothing of dispatching you over the side of the ship, watching you slowly sink into the depths of the water, your lungs quickly filling with water, convulsions rocking your body, as you die a slow, painful death. Now what is your handmaiden’s

name?" He pulled his arm up as if to hit her again, seeing her flinch in fear. "Gretchen, her name is Gretchen," Stefani quickly shot out, sniffling as she said it, wishing she could wipe her face, her nose running down over her lips. “Gretchen it is,” he shouted to the First Officer. “Such a lovely name for a red headed cunt.” The Captain snuggled up to Stefani, pushing his body against her as she tried to squirm away from him. “Hold still!” He saw her stop moving, resigned to her fate. “Watch your lovely handmaiden. Soon she will no longer be a maiden. The First Officers cock will make short work of her virginity, slicing through it as if it were butter.” He laughed at his own humor. Gretchen tried to defend her honor, but she was no match for the pirates. The other pirates stood by idly to the side of the bed, the First Officer was far too strong to need help in restraining the young beauty. When she tried to scratch him, his hand shot out, slapping her face sharply, all of the other girls reacting to the pain they knew she was feeling, sighing that they couldn’t help her. She continued to struggle, rewarded with another slap to her face, both of her cheeks stinging from the blows, her nose running and the taste of blood in her mouth. Two more unprovoked slaps slowed her down, but her legs continued to kick out at the beast trying to ravish her. “I’ll never let you touch me, you monster,” kicking with her legs, missing him as he easily pushed her kicks to the side. She didn’t even see it coming, a sharp punch to her stomach. She gagged, fighting the urge to vomit, unable to catch her breathe, unable to even comprehend how a man could hit a girl, never mind punching her in the stomach. She huffed and puffed, rolling to her side, curling up into a ball as she struggled for air. He had done this often, their futile attempts to stop him from fucking them, a powerful blow to their stomach driving the air from their lungs, the sudden primal need to breathe overcoming all other, the defense of the ravishment of her body becoming secondary. Gretchen’s overpowering need was now for air, trying to suck in enough to keep from passing out. In her weakened state the First Officer pounced on the helpless redhead sprawled out on the bed. She couldn’t be more then ninety pounds, ninety pounds of pure hellcat. He yanked her head up by her red hair, tears in her eyes as he pulled the hair almost from her head. He slapped her two more times, her head shaking in pain back and

forth, her nose running, her lips bloody from the brutal attack. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” one hand gripping her breasts brutally, the other holding her by her hair. He squeezed her tits hard, his powerful hands compressing the firm flesh, feeling her squirm as she tried to escape the brutal handling of her body. “Nice tits, but I want them naked.” His hand shot out and grabbed the bodice of her dress and tore it from her body. It pulled tight before it began to rip, the material no match for the superior strength of the First Officer. It split down the middle, her corset exposed, her breasts pushed up high, half naked, her white skin only flawed by the hundreds of freckles that covered her ample bosom. She felt her dress tearing, looking up to see the other pirates staring down at her body as the First Officer began to strip her, fearing his power, fearing the moment when he would have her naked and unprotected. The other girls looked on, forced to watch as the other pirates stood next to them, fondling their bodies at will. She saw Princess Stefani out of the corner of her eye, bound on the bed as the Captain lay next to her, watching her ravishment unfolding. The First Officer’s hands returned, slapping her again, the fight rapidly fading from her body as he gripped the top of her corset and yanked it down. Her breasts spilled free, bouncing up and down as the garment was pushed down below her twin peaks. She cringed as the First Officer became the first man to ever see and touch her naked breasts. His hands were cruel and harsh, gripping her tender flesh, his calloused fingers running over her nipples, the sensitive tips hardening from the touch, even though it was by force. “NO!! NO!!” She screamed but it did no good, the First Officer gripped her nipples in his fingers and yanked them painfully from her body, tears in her eyes as they stretched to unbelievable lengths, the pink tips now white and long. She shook her chest, the pain increasing as the First Officer held her nipples tight, her movements only resulting in greater pain to her chest. How could he do such a thing, knowing how sensitive a woman’s breasts were? What were the limits to this man’s cruelty? The First Officer loved the way her resilient breasts stretched, almost tearing from her body as he pulled her up by her nipples, his fingers locked tightly onto the rubbery tips as she shook in pain. Her back pulled up from the bed, her body supported by her stretched nipples, the pain etched on her red face, the slaps leaving his handprints on her white skin. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her sobbing increasing as she struggled, some of the fight taken from her

body already. He released her nipples, her body slumping back down on the bed, his hand shooting out and slapping her again, this time his large palms slapping her breasts, the white flesh bouncing from side to side, already turning pink from the blows. “I love the way they bounce,” slapping them back and forth, the pendulous young flesh jiggling. She suffered under the stinging blows as he slapped her sensitive breasts, feeling them bounce on her chest. Suddenly his head shot 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 scratching as he moved his head back and forth like a mad man, 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 but unseen hands gripped her tiny wrists and yanked her arms over her head, pinning her to the bed. Captain James’s cock was straining to get out of his pants as he saw the orgy in the center of the hold. Each time Gretchen screamed, his cock jerked in pleasure. He moved closer to Stefani, eying the delicious white breasts that looked so inviting by 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 towards him, pressing his body against the front of hers, feeling his cock throbbing against her. She smelled his foul breath as he tugged her bound body towards him. Stefani struggled the best she could, but the tight bondage only allowed token resistance. In fact it almost felt better when she was pushed to 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 towards her breast, Stefani’s eyes on it as it slowly slipped underneath to cradle one of her breasts as if he were a lover. But he wasn’t, he was a rapist, knowing that he wouldn’t be happy until he had taken her virginity 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 forced 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 having 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. The Captain’s head moved back and forth between the redheaded beauty being prepared for her ravishment by his First Officer and Stefani, the lovely aristocrat bound tightly next to 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. His fondled her naked bosom, running his fingers up and down her cleavage, playing with the cross that hung 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 tits. “AAAHHH,” she 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 breasts up at the top. The material gave more, tearing sounds breaking the sound of her heart racing as the seam in her dress gave way, the side splitting down, her dress falling away, his

hands having unimpeded access to her breasts. He squeezed again, Stefani moaning quietly as her grasped her breast too roughly. She felt ashamed that her nipples were so hard, knowing that he could feel them poking into his palm, afraid he would take it as a sign of her arousal. He 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 his hands on her tits? His attention turned back to the First Officer and the redhead. The ravishment proceeded faster now, the First Officer’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, screams of pain coming from her lips. His 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 cunt.” 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 in pain. He squeezed her 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 someone tie her wrists together, the rope pinned to the top of her own bed, unable to defend herself any longer. She looked up, a half dozen pirates staring down at her half naked body as the pirate 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 red and swollen.

Her chest heaved up and down, tears falling from her eyes as she sobbed. They had tied 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, abused flesh hard. She jerked in pain beneath him. He did it again, this time his hips pushing into her cunt 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 cunt.” 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 pirate 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 naked. “Tear 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. Becoming 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.” He moved the knife down lower, letting the tip slide over her stomach, seeing her suck in her breath. He made quick work of the flimsy garment, his sharp knife quickly shredding the front. “Now to uncover your treasures.” He wanted to see her pussy, especially her bush. He had never had a redhead before, this one would be special. He yanked the front of the thin panty, pulling it out harshly, feeling her body rise up until it 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 cunt!” 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 pirate’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. He let his fingers slide down to the top of her slit, pushing between her parted lips. She might be scared of him, but her pussy was wet. It would be easier to fuck. He let his fingers slide up and down her slit, feeling 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 cunt is wet, just waiting for my hard cock,” he teased her in front of the men, holding up his wet fingers. He let his fingers circle 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 would she be able to take such a massive weapon between her legs? She didn’t have time to think, the smelly body of the pirate 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 it over her pussy. She tried to move from side to side, anything to avoid the menacing weapon. His cock jerked in pleasure when as 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.” He 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. She fought as best she could, trying to buck the heavy pirate off her frail body, the slap of naked flesh humiliating her as she tried to prevent the pirate 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 the wetness, afraid she was bleeding as her pussy was forced to take the massive weapon inside her. The First Officer couldn’t wait any longer. The squealing redhead beneath him, the feel of her tight pussy around the head of his cock was more then he could handle. He shoved mightily with his hips, driving his cock inside her, feeling her grip the head of his cock, his cock head 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. Her 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 he fucked her. The First Officer 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 of pain 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, driving 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 ripped apart, stretched to the breaking 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 brutally shove back in again, reaching new depths inside her, her body jolted with a fresh thrust inside her. Finally with a loud grunt his stomach 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 in pain. He picked up the pace, his cock fucking her faster and faster now, her breath taken away by the battering her body was taking, 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 then the thick cock head required. The First Officer 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 the cum rushing up from his heavy laden balls, ready to dump his cum into the young girl. He pulled back, 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, knowing 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,” the First Officer 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 her 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 screams as I take your prize. I will teach you the proper way to pleasure me with your hot little cunt or it will be the whip.” He let his hands slide up along her flanks, turning her towards 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?” He teased her, rubbing his cock against her pussy as she pushed back away from it only to shove her ass back into his waiting hands. “Watch how she takes his cock, see her pussy clinging to it like a second skin.” He pulled her 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 the First Officer 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 back into her, tearing a scream from her lips as he battered her abused pussy. By 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 become crueler, pinching and prodding fingers used 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.

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. Take this one to my quarters and hog tie her there. Clean up the redhead. I want her chained from the ceiling in my cabin tonight. She is going to help me convince the Lady 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 the bodies of supple girls. 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 the position, their hair was pulled out 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 bondage. Their breasts were pushed up by the position, their naked bosoms heaving, the pirate’s hands slipping into their dresses to cruelly twist and pull on their nipples until they cried out in pain. Hands pushed out their legs, their dirty hands sliding up and down their legs until they reached a lush ass, squeezing their cheeks while they squirmed beneath their powerful hands, their pussies inadvertently rubbing on the hard mattress. 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, the bodies already beginning to sweat profusely, their muscles aching from the tight bondage. The First Officer 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 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 the First Officer 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. “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, 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. “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. “Bath 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 young 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 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 the 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 stomach full of sea water. “Put her in the hold until tonight. Then we’ll string her up in the Captain’s quarter. The whip will make her dance tonight.” He saw the look on her face at the mention of the whip. They quickly grabbed her 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. The First Officer 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. It seemed like days, not hours before the pirates returned to the girls, their bodies finally released from the stringent bondage of the hog-tie. They didn’t even mind when the pirates took liberties with their bodies, hands hanging uselessly at their sides as the dirty hands

of the pirates ravished their bodies. One 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 attempt 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. Camilla struggled as one pirate threw her tiny body over his shoulder, her legs kicking as they dragged her to the bed. Two of the pirates carried Gretchen screaming and kicking to the Captain’s quarters. She knew she would be punished, punished until Princess Stefani consented to the loathsome act of sucking his cock, a task that she 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 the orgy, she feared the pirates, feared the cruelty that knew no bounds. “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 will 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 bath 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.

They made quick work of Gretchen. Her wrists were bound with thick rope and tied three times around her slim wrist. 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, straddling 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 more docile while they stripped her naked. 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 ass 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. Any attempt to escape the cruel lash would result in the tearing of her pussy on the sharp spikes. The Captain 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. The First Officer stood 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. “NO! NO!” She screamed when his finger touched her anus, humiliated that she was so exposed and vulnerable, the pirate having no compulsion in touching her in such an intimate spot. She felt his callused finger rubbing around her tiny opening, which clenched tight as she felt the pressure of his finger on the hole.

“I’m going to fuck your asshole tonight. My large cock is going to make you scream in pain. 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.” The Captain 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 your 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 when the First Officer would begin whipping Gretchen’s tits. He reached down to the front of her 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, 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?” He let his fingers run 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 watched carefully as he lay down on the bed beside her, almost expecting him to hit her, her body cringing each time he moved towards her. She felt his hand touch her, pulling her closer towards her, choking as the rope pulled tight around her neck. He relented, pushing her up a bit until she could breathe again, but she felt his thick cock throbbing against her hip. “The First Officer is going to whip and beat your lovely handmaiden, Gretchen. First her ass will receive the punishment. Then he will work on her precious tits. There is so much pain that can be inflicted on them. Finally, he will concentrate between her legs, her pussy baring the brunt of the punishment, but I’m sure her asshole won’t be neglected. It is surprising how much punishment the female sex organs can take and still be serviceable. The First Officer has found that after a severe punishment, 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 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 screams as you suck my cock.” He laughed. “Begin First Officer. Such a lovely white ass, made for striping.” The First Officer 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, her ass quickly shooting back as if she were offering her ass up for more punishment. 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 painful shriek, biting her lip. 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. The Captain let one hand masturbate up and down his cock, keeping it hard and erect, his other hand moving 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.” He let 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, roughhewn 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. The paddle rang out six times more, 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. Gretchen couldn’t imagine the pain when she agreed to take the punishment to protect her mistress. These men were sadistic, her screams bringing about even greater pain. Her ass felt as if it were raw meat, hot and burning. She turned towards 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 screams of pain. The Captain’s hand roamed over Stefani’s breasts casually, his powerful hands able to squeeze the firm flesh until she moaned in pain. He couldn’t wait until it was time to whip Gretchen’s tits, 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 later.” “How can you do such loathsome things to a defenseless girl? Such unspeakable acts.” Her 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 felt sorry for Gretchen, seeing her butt beaten, the crop ready to extract even greater screams from her lips. “Push your ass up my lovely little flower,” the First Officer 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 between 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 for submission. 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 opening, 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 fingers sliding into her rectum until her anal ring gripped the 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. He let the crop lightly tap 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 to crack and her 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 down 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 the only sound she could make before he tore 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 from the crop brought about a second, fainter scream as her body was forced down on the spikes, tearing her pussy lips, only to draw up her ass again to meet the slap of the crop. He put the whip down, his fingers caressed her again, pulling apart her cheeks 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 it 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 aiding the fingering of her asshole. He massaged her muscle, feeling her tighten on his finger as he cork-screwed it deeper into her asshole. He pulled his finger almost all the way out, leaving it just inside her anal ring, let it circle 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 for the first time. “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 for 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 was 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 in the 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 breasts 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 up and down, Gretchen forced by the pole in her back to keep them arched out and available. 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 side. 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, part in fear, partly because she couldn’t explain how she felt as the Captain’s fingers tugged on her nipples, pulling the tips. She couldn’t explain how they had got so hard or why, 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 long, 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, fitting for the likes of a Queen. The First Officer worked Gretchen’s tits with the riding crop, no part of the tender flesh untouched, lifting her breasts up by the nipples so the crop could slap harshly on the soft underbelly of her breast. 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 pink and dark red flesh. 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 subject 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. The First Officer 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 it, fear in her eyes as she stared down, her breasts so unprotected. His fingers slid over the hot flesh, a pretty pink 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 loud 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. They will turn black and blue. “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 nipples, pulled them as the clamps 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. The First Officer 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 ends of the chain, pulling them over to the far side of the shelf until they were stretched taunt. 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 overbearing. He yanked on the chains, her breasts pulling, her nipples stretching, the clamps biting harder into her flesh. “Now, would you like to ask her now?” 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, tiny drops of blood on the tips testament to the force of the blow, her scream 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 the 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. My breasts are already beginning to turn black and blue Please!!” “Stop. I will submit to your evil demands.” She 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 towards him, watching 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 enjoyable, to hear her screams of pain. It will 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 two inches, the tips an angry red, splatters of blood on them. 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, bending 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 side. She saw the First Officer pull on the other end of the rope, 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 the other 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 fivestrand 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. The calloused hands of the First Officer rubbed between her legs, past her knees to caress her tender inner thighs, stopping to clench onto her flesh tightly, compressing the silky flesh between his powerful hands until she cried out in pain. “Yes, such a tender cunt,” he remarked when he drew a cry from her lips. He stood between her widely spaced 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 of hair 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 towards his throbbing cock. As she got closer she had no choice but to stare at it, the dark red helmet on it almost purple in 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 would she take such a foul thing in her mouth? Already she could smell him; the male musky 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 let her stop about two inches from his cock, feeling her hot breath make 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 torturing 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 by the crew that had been inflicted on her. 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 lovely 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, letting her lips close 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 she let 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 in her mouth, holding her by the side 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, igniting the wounds again, making her jerk around in pain. 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. It 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 cock head 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 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 the First Officer readied to lash Gretchen, the Captain wanting to cum while she screamed in pain. The First Officer 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. He 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 her, 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 at the skin, drawing blood. And drawing an ear splitting 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 her? Lashing the delicate area between her 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, the First Officer ready to give Gretchen the final lash down her pussy. He pulled his cock out of her 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 and 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. She let her tongue race over his cock, her taste buds receiving the abundant fluid, her face contoured in disgust at the vile job she was forced to perform. Gretchen’s scream urged her on, hoping to end the girl’s suffering, her tongue extracting a second load of the crème inside her mouth, her cheeks bulging out, afraid of the punishment if she did swallow. 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 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 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 royal 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, pushing the top of her dress down, leaving her naked from the waist up. 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 lapping 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 palm, 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 her perform this loathsome task? Would he make her swallow it again?

Chapter 4 Camilla Loses Her Innocence Camilla was the youngest and smallest of the girls, barely 100 pounds, and had just turned eighteen last week, the other girls celebrating with her. She had been with the Princess for less then six months, learning much since she became a handmaiden. 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 fist 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 aching from the blow, feeling her cheek already begin to swell. “You going to cooperate little one? Or should we have some fun and beat you silly?” The pirate was ugly, his teeth brown, the stench coming from his body almost made Camilla wrench. Her head was rocked again, another blow hitting her on the back of the head, stars suddenly shooting off in her head, her neck aching as it was hurled forward, Camilla’s face smashed into the stained sheets. She couldn’t even surrender, a punch to her kidney finally leaving her body motionless and in pain, 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 little 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 him 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.

“Would you like me to touch your titties?” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. 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 waiting breasts, her body jumping at the harsh squeeze as his powerful hands engulfed her breasts. His other hand pushed out on her back, forcing her to push her breasts 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 them 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 pain 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 one naked 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 unsnap 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 naked skin. “Down in front little one. I want them 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. She instinctively covered her naked breasts in embarrassment, the harsh sound of the pirate behind her ringing out. “Take them hands away. Lean back again and arch your back for us. Stick them 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. Now, do it now or I’ll beat you again.” 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. She let two fingers grip her rubbery nipple and pinch, 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 breasts 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 towards her. “Lay down flat on your back now, hands at your side,” 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 towards 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 frictioning 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 down; he was ready, ready to cum. “Open your mouth little girl. It’s time you tasted cock.” It hurt when he humped her breasts, especially when he yanked on her nipples. 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 pushed her head down until her mouth was in 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. She 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. “Wider little girl. I want your lips wrapped around it when it pops through. Do me good or I’ll beat you,” he threatened her. He saw her mouth oval wide, her 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 into her lips, seeing the surprised look in her eyes as her mouth was suddenly filled with his thick, hot meat. “Wrap your lips around it!” She 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 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, his cock in her throat stopping it from running down, the salty, thick fluid filling her mouth with the foul fluid. 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, his hands keeping her head in a vise 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 little 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 still on her tongue, her face contoured in disgust. At least he got off of her. “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 a wild sort of way. But he was still unkempt like the others, with stubble on his face and the smell of 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. It was long, 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. “Still little one. 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 straining back 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 now more ruthless, 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 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. 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. 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 little one, 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 a brutal fucking. She closed her eyes and obeyed, raising her skirts above her waist, her underwear revealed to the leering glare of the pirates. “Such lovely underwear.” She was wearing white, virginal underwear, probably silk, with tiny pink bows at the sides securing them. His hand touched her naked knee, her eyes shooting open in fear. “I want you to spread your legs for us Camilla. Spread them real wide.” His hand pushed out on her knees as she bit her lip, struggling

with his order. Her muscles finally relented, her knees parting with the help of his hand, bowing out to the sides, his other hand moving the other knee down. “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. 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 harder now, one of them too excited, a thick ropey load of cum landing on her unprotected breast. It felt as if she was burned, the hot cum branding her flesh. “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. She scooped up the filthy scum, gagging as she brought it to her lips, pushing it into her mouth as she fought the urge to vomit. The familiar taste of cum filled her mouth, quickly swallowing, hoping to get rid of the taste. “Wise decision.” His hands went between her legs, watching her eyes as he moved towards 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 little one. 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. His fingers already hurt, 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. 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 he 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 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 pulled her underwear down, exposing her bush, his hand brushing the furry patch, stimulating the sensitive follicles. 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 take one of their cocks, sure that she couldn’t take eight. 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.” He let her put her legs together, her hands 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 tightly clenched thighs, bending over, her naked breasts hanging down as she slid them completely off. She sat back up again, her thighs clenched tight, waiting for the command she knew was next. “Lovely little bush, Camilla. But we want to see your pussy. Now spread your legs 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 bottom of her feet together, knowing how exposed her sex 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. “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. “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. It’s going to have to spread wide to take all of these cocks, but your screams will make our cocks harder, make us fuck you harder.” “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 behind her. Two pirates were on the side 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 ankle and pulling her legs up into the air. She tried to struggle but it was futile, her little pound 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 towards her head. She could see his eyes glued to her sex, his hands leaving her obscenely spread open for him. He pried her open, pulling 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. His hands rubbed along her silky, white thighs, up and down, pushing her back down, hearing her groan in pain. He 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 down 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. God, 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 little 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 little 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 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. 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 little one,” said the pirate as she relented, her lips slowly parting, and he pushed with his hips to place his cock head 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 already sucked one cock, swallowing his foul seed and another that scooped up his cum 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 it were a tiny cock, pressing in and out in a mock fucking motion. She squirmed when his fingers moved back, back towards 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. 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. He let his fingers run 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 backside, their revulsion at the act of sodomy much better then the ravishment of their pussy, 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 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 into 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 into 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 open for the breach, his cock head 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 spared the foul taste of his cum. He felt her throat muscles cling to his cock as he came. He slowly dragged it from her throat, and 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 little one, 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 between her slit, attacking her swollen clit with a vengeance. Her back ached from her forced position, another pirate aiding, gripping her ankles behind her head and yanking them back even farther. The young pirate was almost over the top of her, 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 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 foul, salty taste again. 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. She couldn’t get the taste of cum out of her mouth, 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 ruthlessly take her virginity and she couldn’t do anything about it. “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 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. “EEEEEHHH,” she screamed in pain as she felt the hard cock pushing into her opening. She felt her hole forced open slowly, unable to stop the large cock from entering her. “NO! It’s too big!” She screamed in pain 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 in hard against her. It 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 act of fucking. Only half of it was inside her, and already a sheen of blood covered the thick cock. His fingers hurt as they dug into her tender inner thighs, her crotch feeling as if he were tearing her up the middle, bending her legs to the side at an impossible angle. He kissed her, his tongue moving in her mouth, his hand rubbing her naked breast harshly, 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. He corkscrewed his hips, making her feel every bump and ridge on his massive member, touching places deep in her pussy, feeling her body

jerk in pain. Out again, then shoved back in until he heard her grunt in pain as his cockhead smashed painfully against her cervix. “How do you like your first fuck?” He laughed at the tears that ran from her face, the look of pain in her eyes. He began to fuck her, fuck her hard. She couldn’t believe the pain between her legs. His hands punished her body, yanking painfully on her nipple, his cock tearing 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 painfully 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 the continued to plunge in and out of her pussy. The pain lessened, her pussy giving 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 bar room 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 little one, take my cum inside you!” He pushed one last time, his thick cock jamming hard against her cervix, battering her tiny body as he spewed his cum deep inside her once virgin hole. His finger breached her anus, sliding dryly up into her rectum as she corkscrewed her hips to escape the brutal probing, only succeeding to drive any 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. It hurt when he bruised her cervix, the long cock feeling as if it were going to come out her mouth. She felt 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, touching 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 her hole, feeling the warmth of fluids running down the insides of her thighs as he pulled out 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. It plunged into her pussy, not as thick as the young pirate’s was, her slick pussy easily accommodating the lesser cock. He mauled her breasts with his hands, his foul breath forcing her turn her head to the side, brushing the tip of a hot cock near her face. Fingers pushed into her mouth, opening her lips until she felt the unmistakable taste of cock pushing inside, hands urging her head up and down she was forced to masturbate his cock with her lips. 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 as she was 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, to stop the ravishment of her body. Hands slapped her ass hard when she failed to respond with the proper enthusiasm, a painful reminder to give them the pleasure they desired from her. 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.

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. His finger had hurt enough, but his long, hard cock would be excruciating. She was shocked when she saw it. A large wooden barrel, mounted on four strong legs. Towards the back of the barrel stood out a large wooden object. The part that stuck out of the barrel was thick; about the size of Gretchen’s wrist, the wood carved into the shape of a cock, a helmet on the top, with wooden edges, smooth and shiny. She screamed when they lifted her up, carrying her naked body over to the evil contraption. The shaft wasn’t made for pleasure, but for pain, the wood cock thick, too thick. The shaft was built for obedience, forcing the rider to keep still while she was sodomized, forced to accommodate the thick cock up her backside or suffer the painful agony of the wooden cock tearing her vaginal passage. The pirates laughed as they tossed her naked body over the barrel, poising her over the thick shaft. The First Officer 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. The First Officer spread open the petals of her pussy, her insides no longer pink but red from the 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.” “Please let her go,” Stefani begged the Captain. “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. Now open your mouth Princess, it is time for

you to practice sucking my cock.” He turned her half naked body towards him, seeing her open her mouth as he pressed his hard cock closer to her lips. She didn’t want to subject Gretchen to any more pain than she would already get, unwillingly opening her mouth, her face contoured in disgust as she waited for the first awful taste of his cock to enter her mouth. His hands held her head too tightly, forcing her mouth over the head of his cock, Stefani reluctantly closing her lips, tasting the salty, thick crème already enter her mouth. “Lap at it with your tongue while we watch Gretchen’s sodomy. Soon it will be me enjoying the pleasures of your backside.” 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. Gretchen screamed as she felt her body slowly lowered, feeling the hard wood banging against her tight vagina. They kept her balanced precariously above the evil shaft, the shiny wood bashing against her delicate opening, teasing her. “NNNOO,” she screamed as her body sank down, the thick shaft pushing aside her pussy and sliding in, her vagina stretching wider and wider as the wood helmet entered her abused pussy. It already hurt and was only a tiny bit inside her, the previous fucking having taken a toll on her sex. It hurt as 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, spread her wider. Even though the First Officer had masturbated her, making her wet, she was not built to accommodate such a formidable weapon. It seemed to tear into her as they pushed her down, then back up on the dry, smooth wood. The First Officer moved closer to her. “Maybe you will appreciate a real cock next time. Be 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. You’ll have to stretch wide to accommodate my cock, push back to aid its entry. If not, the shaft will render your pussy raw. Lower 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 wooden 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 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. Each time she squirmed her face in pain, the hard, thick wood must be excruciating. 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 side of her head pressed harder, squeezing her head as if it were in a vise until she resumed the degrading act of bathing his cock with her tongue. 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, as he fucked her mouth as if it were her vagina. The cock grew as he watched Gretchen’s suffering, the thick shaft stretching her lips painfully. “EEEEEHHH.” Gretchen let out an ear piercing scream as the thick, wooden shaft bottomed out in her pussy, stretching her cervix as it battered at her womanhood. Her pussy felt torn, stretched wide to accept the unyielding wood, her juices soaked into the wood, leaving her pussy dry, the wood rasping painfully. She tried to stay still, her body trembling in pain, sweat drenching her pale skin. The First Officer moved behind her, pushing down on her back, forcing her to bend over the wooden barrel, the wooden phallus inside her. “Tie her down,” he ordered the men, watching as they eagerly complied, their hands roaming over her naked body as they did. He enjoyed the way her ass arched up, seeing the wooden cock inside her pull out slightly as she was forced to bend over. “GGGOOOD,” she cried out in pain when they bent her over. The unyielding wooden phallus refused to yield, pushing painfully against the sides of her pussy as she bent over, stretching her wider than she thought ever possible. It felt as if it were twice the size, her pussy lips tugging and tearing as it sought to accommodate the monster. The pirates flocked to her body as they tied her down, hands reaching under to tug on her nipples, crush her tender breasts in powerful hands, even yanking her pussy lips apart. The ropes

tightened, pinning her painfully over the thick cock embedded inside her, her ass pushing up, feeling her anus spreading open. Now for the painful part, as if the rest wasn’t bad enough. Any cock inside her asshole would be painful, but with the wooden phallus inside her pussy, she would be stretched even wider, full of fake and real cock. The First Officer hands roamed over her up-thrust ass cheeks, pushing down on the marks left by the whips, her body jerking in pain, cries from her as she was forced to buck on the wooden cock. His fingers went to her anus, teasing the tiny hole with his fingertip, rubbing it as it began to spasm from the unnatural probing. “Bring me the funnel.” He was quickly handed the funnel and the bottle of oil. He pressed the large hole on the end of the iron funnel against her anus. “Open for me Gretchen. Open and I will lube you to ease the entry of my cock.” She felt the sharp edge of the iron against her anus, shuddering as she fought her anal contractions, afraid he would tear her with the sharp funnel. She pushed back on her muscles, feeling her anus flutter open, embarrassed at having to perform for him. She was afraid of pushing too hard, afraid of humiliating herself if she accidentally had a bowel movement. “Look at the way her tiny hole opens for me,” pushing with the funnel against the darkness of the hole opening, her anal ring opening wide around the iron until it engulfed the edge of the funnel. “Good girl,” tapping her lightly on her naked cheek as if he were rewarding his favorite dog. He pushed with the funnel, slowly sinking inside her until about an inch of cold iron was inside her, leaving her dark hole open. He took the bottle of lubricant, a thick creamy fluid that seemed to pour out of the bottle reluctantly. It hung from the edge of the bottle until it fell inside the funnel, running down in a continuous strand. He emptied half of the bottle inside her. Her anus burned from the unnatural stretching, her anal ring spread wide around the wide iron lip of the funnel, her sphincter muscles fighting the intrusion, spasms racing through her backside. 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 iron funnel pressed inside her anus, 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, a tickling almost as the thick lubricant

slid slowly inside her. At least she felt a temporary relief when the funnel was pulled from her anus, her anal ring clenching painfully as it sought to close. She felt the finger return, this time slick with lubricant, Gretchen struggling as she felt it press against her anus, the sharp fingernail pressed against her intimate hole. “AAAGGH,” she cried out as her anus was suddenly impaled on the thick finger, thrust inside her with such a powerful force that it didn’t stop until his knuckles banged against her tiny hole, the thick finger sliding along her lubricate back passage. Her rectum clenched and unclenched on the offending digit, her stomach already cramping from the unnatural probing of her bowels. “Such a hot, tight asshole Gretchen, I can feel your muscles gripping my finger in pleasure. My cock is going to delight in such delicious clenching.” He moved his finger inside her, twisting and turning the calloused finger, feeling her jerking at being probed so intimately. His finger slid out, her muscles pushing out as he did, seeing her slick, brown wrinkled hole spasm even after his finger had left. “It will hurt less if you push back and let my cock inside your hot, little asshole.” The First Officer 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 completely the opening. She could feel it throbbing as he pushed 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, wooden phallus shoved inside her pussy, Gretchen trying hard not to move. When the finger slid inside her she jumped from the unnatural probing, the wooden 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 he would spare her the painful tearing. 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, holding her breath as she knew he was ready. He felt her strain to open her tiny hole, his hands holding her tight as he began to push. He felt her anal ring slowly flower open as his slick monster began to push inside. His fingers went to her

cheeks, spreading her open so he could watch 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 painfully beneath him. He saw her anal ring stretch until it was almost white, surrounding his cockhead, gripping it tightly just under the rim as she screamed in pain. 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 screams of pain through the Captain’s hands clamped tightly over her ears, forcing her head up and down on his rampaging cock, spearing her lips as though it were her pussy, using her mouth for his pleasure. He kept choking her, shoving his cock to the back of her mouth, forcing her 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 long 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. “GODDDD, go slow, it hurts so bad,” Gretchen groaned in pain as the First Officer began to stroke his cock inside her clenching asshole. How could he do such a thing to her? Forcing his cock inside a hole that was not meant to accommodate such a massive weapon, built to push out, not in. It turned her stomach with painful cramps each time he went too deep, his cock breaching her colon, slowly stretching her insides to take the thick cock. He would push too hard, banging into the sides of her anal tract, the excruciating pain shooting to her brain. It only made it more enjoyable to him, her body tightening up in pain, clinging to his cock. The hard, wooden phallus inside her rubbed her raw, Gretchen unable to control her own movements, the cock in her ass making her jerk in pain as the First Officer rode her hard. It felt as if he were coming out her mouth each time he thrust in, each time his cock touching places that were previously untouched, places that should never be touched.

“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 forced to push out the unnatural intruder. He didn’t know how much longer before he came in her. He made her scream when he bottomed out, sending the full measure of his cock inside her clenching asshole, feeling her jerk in pain, the wooden phallus rubbing along his cock, the tiny wall separating the two only paper thin. It felt as if one giant wooden tree was between her legs, spearing her with the massive weapon. She couldn’t even differentiate the pain in her pussy with that of her asshole, each thrust in her backside sending the excruciating pain in her body. She didn’t know how much longer she could take it, her sobbing doing little to stop the cruel sodomy. “Hurry and cum.” Anything was better then the sawing of his weapon in her asshole. “Tighten your asshole on my cock,” he ordered her. He slapped her ass, rewarded with her pussy and asshole tightening on him. “Yes, like that.” He slapped her ass again. Her cheeks stung when he slapped her. She had to stop the sodomy, she had to stop the pain. 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. She had no choice but to make him cum, Gretchen ignoring the painful 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 in pain. 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 hand 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. The First Officer 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 scream 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 in pain as the wooden phallus tore 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 rodded his weapon inside her, three times he emptied his balls in her soft, buttery asshole, sinking in deep, finally spent, his shrinking cock forced out by her clenching muscles. He fucked her harder, making her take deep penetrating thrusts that jarred her body, forcing her to dance on the wooden phallus, grinding painfully along her tender insides. Between the cramps and the burning, she screamed in pain as the sodomy finally ended. But not before she received his cum, the hot, salty fluid bathing her abraded flesh, burning 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, her rectum squeezing on the softening flesh, pushing it out until it popped out with a loud noise, his cum dripping out to run down her thighs. Stefani felt him pull out of her throat, his 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 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, then 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. She watched as she sought to rise up off the wooden phallus, seeing the massive shaft sliding out, slick with her juices as she groaned in pain. She fell to the floor, her legs unable to support her, her body exhausted.

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 sweating. 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. Gretchen told her 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 up 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 sobbed in panic. “Well there is a way.” He waited, seeing her eyes open wide. “Anything.” She regretted saying that as she as the words came out of her mouth, but she didn’t want to be 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 fucked. Fucked in front of the crew. Was he going to make her 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.”

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. “And that’s all?” She waited, holding her breath. “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. Or worse.” “I’ve never masturbated before.” She was sure it didn’t matter, resigned to stripping naked for the crew and the Captain. 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 bosoms out prominently. “I think the First Officer can persuade Gretchen to aid you, maybe even perform on you. Would you like to feel her touch your body? There is nothing more beautiful then girl sex. I think before we get to home port you will enjoy it. There will be many opportunities for you to perform for my crew and myself.” He loved to make the girls have sex with each other. 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. “What will it be Stefani? Sex with Gretchen while we watch or over the side?” She already knew she didn’t have a choice. She only hoped that she could perform the perversities he was asking. 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. “First Officer. Have the men prepare M’Lady’s bath. And use your sexual prowess to convince that lovely red-haired bitch to satisfy our lusts and have her 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 had heavy, black bushes, I hope M’Lady’s is also abundant. 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 sitting out of place in the center of the hold, filled high with bubbles, steam wafting off the surface. A bed was placed next to it with clean sheets covering the top, a comfortable place 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. She felt embarrassed as her breasts swayed gently as she walked, but she knew it was only the beginning. 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 an orgasm in front of them. The Captain was waiting for them, his cock hard as their half naked bodies marched towards 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, pain the only alternative. She turned to the front, the faces of the pirates greeting her, their hands already stroking naked cocks, eager to see her naked and degrade herself for their pleasure. “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 arched her back, her breast thrust out for the Captains pleasures, 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, slowly 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 My 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. 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 they moved closer and closer to her pink tips. Gretchen loved the feel of her silky breasts, cradling her firm flesh while fingertips sought out the hard tips. She 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. Her fingertips played across the end of her nipples, almost snapping them with her fingernail, feeling them grow longer and longer. She ran her fingernail around the pink tip, the edge of her nail touching it 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 she 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 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 her embarrassment. 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 drawing the dress still bunched around her waist, finding the buttons on the back and began to undo them. She had to kneel behind her 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 Lady Stefani.” She grabbed it and threw it to the corner, sure that it would not grace her body again, the pirates liking the girls naked or near naked. “Spread your legs for them Lady 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 her legs and pushed out on her tender inner thighs. She hesitated but Gretchen was adamant, pushing harder until she complied. Her legs spread wider and wider, Gretchen nudging her 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 Lady Stefani.” Gretchen was getting more forceful, making sure that the Princess obeyed as she would be the one suffering for her refusal, not the Princess. Her hands helped her, twisting her hips around until her back was to the pirates. “At least you wouldn’t have to see their faces,” she whispered to the Princess. “Now spread your legs again.” Her 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 and let her hands caress her silk covered bottom, both hands gripping a cheek and clenching on it. She 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.

Gretchen’s fingers gave her a strange tingling as they 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 her 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 she pulled back each time before she touched her sex. She could feel her sex getting wet from the teasing fingers. “I’m going to take off your underwear now Lady 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 bow, her hands holding them silky material up. “Go ahead Gretchen,” Stefani relenting as 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 as she trembled before them, naked, her treasures exposed to the vile pirates. “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 Lady Stefani.” Gretchen stood up, pushing down on Gretchen’s back until she began to bend over. “Deeper, push your ass out for them.” She pushed down on her back until her head hung down deeper, her ass thrust up high. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for them Lady Stefani. They want to see your anus.” She knew they loved female assholes, loved to sodomize them as the First Officer had done to her. She couldn’t understand their fascination. 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. She waited until she heard the men yelling again. “Let’s see that asshole.” “Spread them Princess.”

“Do it,” the Captains loud voice booming the order. He wouldn‘t be denied. She pulled out on her cheeks, feeling them began to spread open, the cold air blowing on her exposed anus. “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.” 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. “Such a tiny asshole.” “The Captain’s going to enjoy fucking that hot, tight asshole.” “Very good Lady Stefani. You’re doing good.” Gretchen’s fingers moved higher up her inner thighs, running along until she 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 Lady Stefani. Show them your front.” Her eyes gave her 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 beneath that black bush.” Stefani closed her eyes and let her legs part until Gretchen told her to stop. They were wide spread, feeling her pussy lips part. She opened her eyes, the pirates eyes opened wide as they stared at her naked sex, their hands stroking their cocks faster.

“Spread her pussy open Gretchen. Pull her fat lips back.” The Captain ordered Gretchen, her fingers moving around her hips to grasp her labia. Gretchen felt her 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. “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 quickly stripped off her clothes. It was less humiliating than doing it slowly while they watched her. She 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 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 numerous fuckings she suffered. “Up and wash each other. Make sure you wash your pussies real good because your tongue will be between each others legs real soon.” The Captain watched as they stood up, taking the washcloths and soap they found in their baggage. “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. “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 Lady 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 end, their sex and ass. The washcloths moved down, slipping between the lips of each girl, the soap gliding the soft fabric up and down the tender

slits. The worse part was washing each others butt, the Captain making them each take a turn and show their ass to the pirates, pulling apart their cheeks and lathering up the exposed anus. They finally got to rinse off, standing up naked again as they dried off, each looking over at the bed awaiting them. 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. Show us how much you love each others body.” 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 Lady Stefani’s waist, leading her over to the bed. “Just do the same thing I do and don’t refuse. The pirates will punish us 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 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 Lady Stefani’s naked body, her knees between her inner thighs, pushing them apart until their pussies met, a thrill racing through her body when their bushes met, the tiny hairs transmitting such arousal to her loins. Her hand went to one of her breasts, molding the firm flesh, her mouth moving close to hers. “Kiss me Lady Stefani. Open your mouth and let our tongues play with each other.” She moved closer, seeing the Princess 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 others 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. “MMMM,” she moaned in pleasure, the unexpected pleasure of Gretchen’s body pressed against her shocking her. “Touch me back,” Gretchen ordered the Princess, unaccustomed to ordering Lady Stefani, but more fearful of the pirates’ retribution than the Princess’s disdain. She shuddered when the Princess’s hand slid down her side and back to grip her ass, pulling her hips forward, grinding her pussy harder into hers. So she was already feeling aroused, Gretchen more than willing to slide her pussy up and down her slit harder and faster, her clit stimulated by the Princess’s furry bush. She 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 towards us. We want to enjoy your pleasure as Gretchen eagerly licks your treasures.” “You can do it Lady Stefani. It’s not as bad as you think it is. Just follow my lead.” Gretchen saw the look of disgust on her face at the thought of licking her slit. Gretchen had tasted her own juices while masturbating, the taste quite enjoyable, sure that the Lady Stefani’s wouldn’t be any different. And being aroused by a tongue at the same time would take away any disgust quickly. They quickly changed places, Gretchen spreading her legs so her sex would be available to the Princess. She looked over her head, the pirates staring at her as she looked upside down, their cock red and hard, their hands stroking them up and down in long, broad strokes. She saw Lady Stefani’s pussy above her, her sex only inches from her face. She inhaled the aroma, the hint of arousal wafting into her nostrils, the glint of secretions on her pussy lips giving away her secret. She was aroused by the thought of what they were about to do. She 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 your legs instead of my gentle tongue.” “MMMGG,” Stefani’s body shuddered in pleasure when her 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. Her tongue lapped back and forth over her bush, sending a

delightful tingling to her loins. She reciprocated, her mouth quickly filling with a mound of hair as she pressed too deep, her abundant bush quickly entering her 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 her slit, feeling the wetness that surrounded it. She pushed her tongue in again, this time lapping at the wetness that coated Gretchen’s inner lips, tasting the lightly salty taste, not as thick or disgusting as the Captain’s abundant sperm that filled her mouth only recently. 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 never felt anything as pleasurable as when Gretchen’s tongue moved up and lapped at her exposed clit, feeling the bud swell in arousal. She reciprocated, sucking the hardening bud into her mouth before giving it a tongue lashing that it deserved. “Look at them eat pussy!” “Tongue fuck her Princess. Stick your tongue in her pussy.” Gretchen did it first, sticking her tongue in Lady Stefani’s vagina, feeling the tight, virginal hole flower open from her slick tongue. She knew that the Captain would deflower her on their “wedding night” knowing that it wouldn’t be as a lover would do, but a brutal fucking, probably while she was bound and unable to defend herself. She felt her vagina speared by Lady Stefani’s tongue, grateful that she was tender, her vagina still raw from the brutal fuckings she had endured. The pirates seemed intent on giving her a punishment fuck each time, forcing her to take their cocks hard and rough. “Lick her asshole!” “Yeah, stick your tongue up her ass!” “You heard my men. Do it. Use your tongue on each others 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 others most intimate hole while they watched. Stefani didn’t think she could do that, to lick such a filthy hole, even under threat of punishment. 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. The thick, hard tongue pushed against her hole, almost as if it were a tiny cock trying to breach her backside. She had seen the brutal sodomy of Gretchen and heard her screams of pain as they ass fucked her, but this was

almost pleasurable. Not wanting to displease the pirates and make Gretchen suffer another brutal ass fucking, she lashed her tongue at Gretchen’s tiny hole, Gretchen already drawing 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 muscle clenching onto the rough tongue. She reciprocated, plunging her tongue in deeper into Lady Stefani’s backside, making her tongue hard as it pressed into her clenching rectum. Her hands moved to the Princess’ pussy, sliding a finger up and down her slit, so slick with her abundant juices. Her fingertip slapped at the clit, back and forth her fingernail tapped the hardened bud, and Lady Stefani shuddered in pleasure. The Princess was sure that she would cum soon in spite of her inexperience. Gretchen wanted to join her. The chorus of the pirates increased with their ardor, a thick shot of cum shooting onto Lady Stefani’s back as one pirate lost control. Stefani slid her finger inside Gretchen’s tight pussy, the tight muscles gripping two fingers as she 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 her juices. She pinched Gretchen’s clit and drove her tongue deeper into the hot, deep recesses of her rectum. She had to fight the clenching muscles to keep her tongue inside, as they tried to spit out the intruder. They came all over each other, faces bathed in juices, cheeks slick with girl cum. Gretchen was surprised by Lady Stefani; she came almost like a man, her face drowning in the abundant juices that flowed from her pussy. Stefani swallowed Gretchen’s cum, enjoying the taste as her tongue continued to shove deep into her rectum feeling her muscles climaxing as Gretchen’s fingers kept up the gentle masturbation. Lady Stefani reciprocated her tongue hard and long inside her rectum, moving in and out like fake sodomy, less painful than the real anal fucking she suffered. Lady Stefani’s fingers seemed to know exactly what to do, rubbing her slit, moving in and out of her vagina, pulling and tugging on her clit until she climaxed, her body shaking and trembling as she 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 ass; we’ll see how they like cock instead!” “Look at the cum from the Princess. She is soaking her lowly handmaiden with her cum.” They 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 breathe, Lady Stefani’s sex covering her face. She finally threw her off, sucking in air. “Sorry Lady Stefani, but I couldn’t breathe.” “I’m sorry Gretchen, but I’ve never felt anything so unbelievable. I’m not sure if it was your tongue, my tongue inside yours, the thought of being forced and watched to perform for these vile pirates but it was explosive, never having expected such a feeling before.” 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 Lady 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 light piece of material. “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.”

Chapter 7 Pain and Pleasure, Hard to Tell the Difference She felt self conscious as she walked to the Captain’s cabin, knowing that he was behind her, watching her body as she moved. Even though he had just seen her naked having girl sex it still was disconcerting. 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. She opened the door, the Captain quickly following, the sound of the door closing so final. She turned towards him, quickly embarrassed that her gaze went to the front of his trousers first, the bulge obvious. “What are you going to do?” “From your look, I should fuck you,” laughing at her discomfort of being discovered looking at his cock. “But I’m going to save that until your wedding day tomorrow. I’m going to take your virginity while you’re in a wedding dress. The wedding dress you were saving for your true love. I want you begging to be fucked. So tonight I’m are going to arouse you, arouse you as you never have been before.” “Never, I’ll never beg you to take me,” a look of defiance on her face. “I think you’ll be surprised 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 you scream in pleasure.” 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 breasts

rising up. He found the peg on the top, slipping the strap through it until she was bound to it securely. She was stretched so tight that her ass barely touched the chair. He loved to see female flesh bound, their bodies drawn tight. It always made his cock hard. He kneeled before her, her thighs clamped tightly together, the material hiking 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 were securely bound 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. A shiver ran through her body as his hands moved up her legs, caressing her flesh, testing the leather straps. 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 her knees, his hands urging her compliance until he was satisfied. The material draped around her waist barely covered her sex. He had a much better view now, the flimsy material 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. “I guess you need to be taught to 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 open wide, straining to please him even though the bowing 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. Another thick leather belt was secured around her waist, securing her to the chair tightly. “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. You will soon learn the difference between the different whips, from the harsh thrashing to

the delicate, sharp bite, all used to induce a particular degree of pain, all used for different parts of your body. No part will be spared, the whips visiting the most intimate parts of your body to elicit the undeniable pain.” “NOOO! Please don’t,” she cried out. “I’ll suck your cock!” She even used that word, anything to prevent the pain he intended to inflict on her body. She shut her knees, a sharp bite of a riding crop 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 it inside that hot tight virgin hole. You’ll remember my cock for your whole life, girls always remember the first time, no matter how brutal.” 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 then 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. She looked down, her breasts thrust out obscenely as is 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 harsher whips. “I like the way your titties are presented for me Princess. I’m going to enjoy punishing those beauties.” The Captain let the flogger fly 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 and felt the whoosh as the flogger passed through the air, Stefani holding her breath for the 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 two inches long and was so hard that it almost hurt. Could she be getting excited by the whipping? Was her 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 color. 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. 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. He dragged the horsehairs over her breasts, this time her nipples were not neglected. 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. The horsehair 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 of would when he would slap it with the horsehair flogger. The Captain noticed a change in the Princess’ 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 down 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. 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 she could feel the touch of Gretchen on her body again, to make her cum again. What had the ruthless pirates done to her, making her 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 the 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 let his hand move to her silky thighs. She jumped as he touched her, startled back to reality. She could only watch as his hand slid up her thigh, moving closer and closer to her pussy, her legs spread for his pleasure. He knew 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. “I think maybe five swats with a riding crop for each breast. On the nipple of course.” He drew out the riding crop, this one a wide end, the keeper over two inches wide. He wanted to make sure that her nipples received the full brunt of the leather. The obscene arch of her back thrust her hard nipples out, an easy target for the crop. The Captain seemed to be an expert with the whips and crops. She could only brace her body for the inevitable

pain and closed her eyes tight, the fear of the unknown much easier to handle, not sure how severe the pain would be. She didn’t have to wait long. She heard the swish of the crop well before the pain. It seemed to take a long time, her nipple hit harshly on the tip, her breast jogging up and down after it passed and then the pain, the sudden, intense pain that shot to her brain. “EEEEEHHH,” she screamed out, sure her nipple was torn from her body, the intense pain shooting into her soul. She opened her eyes to see if he had drawn blood, just in time to see the crop sail through the air again, this time Stefani watching as if in slow motion as it shot past her nipple, her breast jiggling as it passed by, the harsh slap of the leather on her overly sensitive skin almost too much to bear, another scream dragged deep from her lungs. He watched her pink nipples turn red as the crop beat each one, taking turns, his hand moving quickly back and forth, her breasts moving up and down continuously as he worked on the hard nipples unmercifully. She screamed almost constantly, her body jerking in pain with each strike. Finally he stopped, her breath ragged, her chest heaving up and down, tears dripping down her cheek. 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. “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. “That hurts,” she cried out when his hand began to caress her breast. No matter how soft his touch was, it was still too hard for her whipped breasts. But he was not to be deterred, his hand grasping her breast in his powerful palm and compressing the flesh, her nipple poking into his palm. His other hand reached over to pluck her hardened, abused nipple, two powerful fingers gripping it tight as she moaned in pain. He worked on her breast for ten minutes, pinching and pawing at the nipples, keeping them erect and hard. “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 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. Now his fingers tugged on her pubic hairs, the sharp bite when he plucked a hair shooting into her brain. Her legs were already spread 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 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 forty-five minutes, bringing her close to an orgasm then stopping, her hips searching for the fingers that were bringing such pleasure, the Captain moving back until the straps restrained her from moving closer.

“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. 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 almost an hour 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 covered in a sheen of sweat, glistening in the candlelight, his fingers again masturbating her, using her own body against her as he brought her to the brink of cumming. “Time for another whipping Princess,” pulling her up from the bed, her legs barely able to support her limp body, her emotions drained by the constant masturbation. She didn’t even fight the bondage again, her body drained, her emotions at the brink of exploding. This time he bound her differently. Her arms were drawn up over her head, but also her legs, pulled up parallel to her body until her ankles were along side her wrists, her knees behind her ears. Her naked sex was never so exposed. And that is what she feared. Her sex open for a whip or flogger. The blood had already rushed to her sex, his fingers keeping her on the sexual edge. Almost there, but not quite allowed to cum. “Yes, you are right Princess,” noticing where her gaze was. “It is your pussy that will be whipped this time. Maybe a spanking with my hand to warm you up. Then I have some lovely whips built just for the female sex, made to delight and punish.” His hands slid down her sleek thighs, moving to her open sex. “Your pussy flowers open for me. Even your tiny anus is open and available, just a tiny star, pink and delicate.” He loved the way her body was presented, with her legs drawn up so high, her silky inner thighs were so available to the whip. Her pussy lips were drawn apart, her juices from the last hour of masturbation still soaked her bush. He stood next to her and drew back his hand. He slapped her inner thigh just inches from her pussy. She let out a tiny yelp of pain, gritting her teeth as he felt the warmth of her thigh, his hand already hitting up the tender flesh. Another blow, this time on the other side, her body jerking in pain, seeing her cringe, Stefani knowing where the next one would land. Not to disappoint her, he let his hand swing, hitting her directly on her labia, his large flat palm slapping hard against her puffy lips.

“GGGGHHH,” she yelled out in pain as he struck her on her sex, his hand smashing her delicate flesh. She couldn’t believe how he could do such a thing. To hit a girl on her sex, the most delicate part of her body. She felt his hand smash her on her pubes, her body with no place to go, only able to absorb the blow. It wasn’t that hard, the Captain still holding back, but it was enough to make tears well up in her eyes. The Captain grabbed her labia in his powerful hands, squeezing her lips together, then yanking them out. He released them only to yank again, hearing her yelp in pain as he carelessly ripped out a patch of pubic hairs. His open palm slapped against her sex again, smashing down until his hand hit her pubic bone with a loud thud. “AAGGHH,” she yelled as he slapped her pussy again, her muscles straining as she fought the bondage that kept her open and spread, the pain shooting through her sex racing to her brain. His hand returned again, manhandling her naked sex so casually, hardly the way a Princess should be treated. But even as he mistreated her, she could feel the wetness returning. She felt him pull his hand away, and braced for the inevitable slap. He enjoyed the sound of the slap on her pussy, his hand hitting her wet sex with a sickening sound. Her body trembled each time he hit her, her legs fought the leather straps that kept her spread wide. Her hips moved up each time he rubbed her pussy, feeling the heat of her sex, feeling the juices flow from her sex. Five more times he spanked her pussy, each time harder, each time her screams louder. He looked down at her, smiling. “You took your pussy spanking well Princess. Did you like the nice spread of your sweet thighs so I could punish your pussy? You’re nice and pink now. Ready for something new. New and more severe.” He saw the look of fear on her face as he went to the cabinet, searching until he found what he was looking for. He took it from the case, turning towards her until he saw the shocked look on her face when she saw it. “NO! NOT THAT! I CAN’T TAKE THAT BETWEEN MY LEGS!” She jerked up and down, straining to close her thighs. “You’ll be surprised at what you can endure Princess. Not that you have much choice, strung up like a piece of meat for my pleasure.” He showed her the new whip. “It’s called a viper tongue slapper. You’ll notice the twin leather tongues, similar to a snake’s tongue. They can bring you much pleasure when stroked lightly up and down your slit. Or they can bring so much intense pain when

they slap hard along your slit, sliding inside, the thick hard leather touching tender places inside you, slapping harshly your inner pussy.” He moved closer to her, letting the end of the slapper lightly touch her pussy, starting with her bush, stimulating the heavy, dense hair. She felt it touching her bush, rubbing back and forth, vibrating the hairs down to her sensitive sex, still tender from the pussy spanking. It felt strange, perhaps even good, but Stefani knew that soon it would beat her virgin pussy. She didn’t know how she would be able to stand the pain, sure that her screams would bring pleasure to the Captain. He applied more pressure on the whip, letting it move lower, down until it hit her slit, pushing harder as he pushed her labia apart, the dry leather rubbing harshly between her puffy labia. The Captain could see the twin strands of the slapper getting wet as he pushed it between her lips. She might protest the treatment, but her pussy seemed to relish the attention, harsh or tender. She was beginning to enjoy it too much; it was time to move on. He squeezed her labia around the slapper and began the slow, gradual withdrawal of it, watching as the irregular shape of the slapper between her inner lips dragged painfully along her most tender flesh. She gasped as he pulled it free from her pussy, the black leather straps soaked in her juices. “The Princess seems to like the feel of leather on her pussy. Let’s see how much you like it now.” He pulled back his arm, her eyes wide open in terror as he let it slap her sex, the twin viper tongues slapping her labia, each puffy lip receiving the brutal slap of the hard leather. “SSSPPLLLAAAT.” Her body shook and she bit her lips as she tried to bear the pain, unable to contain her cry. “EEEGGHH,” she cried out. “That hurts bad!” Another sharp bite of the tongues, this time on her perineum, so close to her sex and her anus, knowing that he was just teasing her, making her fear where the next blow would land. It worked as she trembled in fear, her body braced for the pain. The Captain slashed her inner thigh, so close to her pussy without quite touching it, her legs trembling as she fought the bondage that kept her so open for the slapper. Her silky thighs were already turning red, the next blow aimed directly on her sex, smashing into her hairy bush to lash her tender labia. She screamed louder this time, his hand moving down, hitting her lower down on her slit, unprotected by the dense clump of hair, the twin tongues biting into the white flesh.

She couldn’t believe the pain, her sex ablaze as the Captain worked the viper slapper back and forth over her spread pussy. He continued to hit her, blow after blow, moving up and down her slit as she shook in her bondage, screaming as he beat her unprotected sex. She could barely breathe, her throat hoarse as the Captain finally paused, between her legs aching in pain. “NNOOOO!” His fingers peeled back her labia, his eyes stared at her tender inner pussy, the slapper in his hand. “Yes Princess. Now to get your pussy nice and tender for tomorrow. I want you to bounce around nicely and give me a nice fuck on our honeymoon. Your sore pussy will bring such joy to my cock, squeezing it tightly as I reignite the pain from the whipping. So pink and tender.” He swung the slapper up from the floor, one hand peeling her labia back, his aim accurate and deadly. He hit her directly between her pulled apart lips, slapping hard against her tender inner flesh, slapping against her vagina with one of the tongues. The scream from her lips was priceless, his cock almost cumming in joy. It felt like he was slicing her pussy with a knife, the hard leather slapper hitting her with the force that drove the edge of the leather against her vagina, tearing at the virgin opening. “YYYYEEEEHHH,” she screamed in pain, sure that she was ruined for life, sure that she would no longer be able to give birth. She was sure that she was bleeding, the pain so immense. Tears fell from her eyes as she begged him not to hit her again, his fingers yanking back her labia again, this time the other side spread, Stefani huffing and puffing as she waited the strike of the slapper again. She didn’t have to wait long, his arm hidden from her view as he swung the slapper up from the floor to impact her on her tender pussy, twin tongues hitting her inner lips, the pain twice as bad. Another scream was torn from her lips. Five more times he hit her, making her count each one. “GGGGGODDDD,” she screamed in pain. “One.” “EEEEGGGH,’ another blow between her legs. “Two. Please no more.” “Three,” her voice hoarse in pain as her battered pussy ached. “Five,” finally the last one, her body exhausted by the whipping, his hand moving the twin tongues gently over her lips again. Her pussy was a dark red now, tiny specks of blood on the slapper, her lips twice the size, swollen from the whipping. He squeezed her lips, eliciting a groan of pain as he touched her abused

flesh. He untied her, the Princess unable to move once she was free, rolling over into a ball, her luscious ass so exposed to him. If she only realized the thoughts that ran through his mind as he stared at the lovely white cheeks, the gentle part of her cheeks, exposing her tiny anus to his view. Soon her ass would be punished, her anus not exempt from the lash. He placed her on the bed, Stefani trying to curl up. “On your back. It is time for some pleasure Princess. Legs spread wide or I’ll beat them open,” he ordered her. She instantly obeyed, her legs spread as if she were a barmaid, anything to avoid the whip again. She even bent her legs up for him, spreading her knees outward until her pussy was obscenely exposed. Anything to avoid the whip again. “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, painful, but the thought of him masturbating her again made it more bearable. One finger pushed between her lips, her pussy instantly juicing, Stefani not sure if it were due to the arousal or to aid the touch of her abused flesh. 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 whipped inner lips, tiny gasps from her lips as he began to masturbate her again. “Your pussy is still 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 the 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. “Raise your ass up higher Princess,” he ordered her, his finger sliding down lower, lower towards her anus. She shivered in fear as his slick finger moved over her perineum, knowing where it was going. The pirates seemed to have a fascination with a girl’s anus, Gretchen learning quickly the perverted act of sodomy. Stefani feared this the most, the unnatural act of taking a penis up her backside. But she knew the Captain wouldn’t be denied his perverse task, Stefani’s only hope that she would be rescued before the final perverse act would be committed on her body. She obliged his request, raising her ass up off the bed, her legs still spread wide, unable to stop him from taking liberties with her body. Even worse was his arousal of her flesh again, only minutes

after subjecting her to the most intense whipping of her sex. How could this happen to her? What was she becoming?

The Captain looked down at her, her ass raised up, offering up her body as his plaything, his finger moving down lower, feeling her tighten her cheeks as he moved towards her anus. “Loosen up your cheeks,” he ordered her, seeing her relent, her muscles relaxed, his finger sliding along her crack, slick with her juices as he let his finger play with her anal ring, the puffy hole clenching tight in response to the rude intrusion of his finger. He let his finger play with her hole, running around the tiny opening, pressing harder as she strained to keep in the position he required of her. His other 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. “Put your ass back on the bed Princess, relax and I will make you feel good again.” She felt his fingers begin to massage her clit, smothering 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 pussy whipping she had just received, 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 for him as 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 again, 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. I think it is time for your punishment again,” yanking her up from the bed. He pushed her over to the corner of the room, this time placing her on her hands and knees on the small table. She felt her body being manipulated into the position he desired of her. She felt humiliated as he put her in the doggy position, seeing dogs and animals mating in this manner, never crossing her mind that humans might do the same. She felt his hands between her thighs, pressing outward on her inner thighs until she spread her knees wider and wider until he was pleased. “Spread those lovely thighs for me Princess,” his hands making her legs spread as he pushed down on her back. “Arch up that nice ass Princess. Show me your treasures.” He liked the way she was presented, offering up her ass and sex for his pleasure, her thighs widely spaced leaving nothing to the imagination. “Naughty girls get spanked, so do Princess’s. Such a nice ass, built for punishment.” She felt humiliated, spanked, not even as a child was she spanked. Now she had no choice, her butt raised up as if were trying to please him, the wide expanse of her knees leaving her sex so obscenely exposed, even her anus, her cheeks pulled apart, the cool air in the cabin blowing on her exposed hole. She felt the hand

running sensuously over her cheeks, her muscles tightening in response. A quick slap, the sharp pain and his order. “I said relax those cheeks. Your body is mine to do as I please, to pleasure me.” His hand returned, finding her silky cheeks relaxed, his hand running over her crack as she shifted nervously on the table. “Hold still,” another crack on her ass instilling the obedience he required of her. He yanked apart her cheeks with his fingers, watching as her tiny hole spread wider as her cheeks parted. He moved closer, blowing on her hole, seeing her body jerk in the unexpected pleasure his hot breath brought. He wet his finger, placing it on her anal pad, sending a tremor through her body that made her skin fill with goose bumps. He blew on her anus again, seeing the tiny hole clench and unclench. “Such a sensitive little hole Princess. Imagine the Princess letting someone play with her asshole.” He laughed as she hung her head lower in shame. She felt relief when he began to spank her, anything better then his finger on her anus. He alternated between each cheek, the burning of her flesh after his hand left, the sharp bite of another slap as he spanked her continually. She shivered in fear and pleasure when his hand slid lower, hitting the top of her sensitive thighs, her sex so close, always wondering where the next blow would fall. She couldn’t help herself, her sex juicing up, feeling the juice running down her inner thighs. “Your pussy is getting soaked Princess.” He hit her harder, her cheeks turning a dark pink as he plummeted her upturned ass with his powerful hand. She began to lower her ass down as he continued to spank her. He swung up from between her legs, hitting her on her sex from behind with a loud splat. “EGGGH,” she screamed in pain when he hit her sex unexpectedly from behind, her ass rising up high to escape the sharp bite of his palm on her already whipped sex. “That’s it, keep that ass high up in the air for me Princess.” He loved the way she looked, her legs spread wide, her pussy and asshole open and exposed, her head bowed down submissively, her back and ass arched up high. Four more blows to both cheeks, her ass now a nice pink. “Time for one of my nice toys.” He saw her watch him as he went to the cabinet, her eyes following his hand carefully as he chose the right weapon. “This one should do nicely,” putting it in front of her face.

It was menacing, a thick leather paddle, over six inches wide. The terrifying part was the flattened iron studs that dotted the paddle, over twenty of them. She could already feel them digging into her flesh. She felt him rub the paddle over her ass, the iron studs touching the inflamed skin from the spanking, igniting a sharp pain as he moved it from cheek to cheek. “Now keep that pretty ass up in the air. If you don’t, you’ll feel the slap of the paddle between your legs. Can you imagine the pain of the iron studs on your unprotected pussy? Now it will be ten on your ass and I want you to count them.” She could only grip the bed with her hands and grit her teeth, raising up her ass higher, waiting for the first bite of the paddle. She was quickly rewarded, the paddle striking her left cheek with such a force that she almost fell forward. The pain shot to her brain as soon as she felt the thud of the paddle hitting her cheek, the iron studs rasping harshly over her bruised and battered flesh as he pulled it back. “One,” she sobbed, raising her ass up again for the next lash. She didn’t know how she would be able to take ten hits on her ass. Another blow to her other cheek, the iron studs pushing deep into her skin. “Two, she barely managed to get out, sobbing at the pain. She felt him rub the paddle back and forth over the spot he just hit, feeling the pain as he aggravated the already dark red skin. “Three,” she cried out. The last blow hit both cheeks simultaneously, the large paddle covering a lot of naked flesh. He rubbed it back and forth over her cheeks, sliding it between her legs until it touched her pussy, her ass rising up instantly at the command. “Higher,” he ordered, the command punctuated with the paddle rubbing her pussy. “Four,” she sobbed, “five,” the Captain hitting her faster. The Captain continued paddling her ass, her sobbing getting louder in tune with the darkening of her skin, her ass turning a dark red as he plummeted her ass with the studded paddle. “Ten,” finally coming to an end, slumping down flat, her hands moving behind her to rub her battered cheeks. She never felt such pain, even when the Captain had beat her pussy. She didn’t think she would ever be able to sit again, but that is what the Captain was counting on. On her back, she would be forced to raise her ass up from the bed, the harsh blankets would aggravate the welts she knew would soon rise. It was meant to give the Captain a nice ride when he fucked her.

“Now back over on the bed. On your stomach this time. I imagine your ass is quite sore. I’ll see what I can do to remedy that situation.” She got on the bed, lying down on her stomach, knowing she was giving him a good view as she crawled on all fours to get to the center of the bed. She lay down, waiting for the Captain. “Now, now Princess. You must spread your legs for me. Real wide. To the edge of the bed.” His hands reached down to the tops of her legs, feeling the silky flesh. Maybe a cane on the tender flesh next time she refused one of his perverse demands. She would be very accommodating after ten hits with a bamboo cane. She obeyed, letting her legs part, feeling the wounds on her ass break open as her skin stretched, her legs aching as they pushed to the sides of the bed, her ass so naked and exposed now. His hands moved over her flesh, sliding up and down the insides of her thighs, moving closer and closer to her pussy, Stefani humiliated, her pussy already getting wet at being subjected to the embarrassing treatment. The sudden smell of peppermint filled her nose, turning to see the Captain with a bottle of clear liquid in his hand, the top off, the smell of peppermint filling the room. “What are you going to do with that?” “I’m going to rub it on your ass.” “But wouldn’t that sting something terrible.” She looked into his face, knowing he already knew that. “Of course. But it will also prevent any infection. It has a bit of Jalapeño pepper sauce in it. I am told that it is very powerful, just a drop goes a long way. It sticks to the skin and produces a terrible burning that takes a while to go away.” He let his hands run over her ass, feeling her flinch each time he hit a welt or red spot, the flattened iron studs leaving tiny indents all over her ass cheeks. “Hands over your head and keep them there.” Her body stretched out in an “X”, her delicious ass cheeks parted, her pussy and anus peeking out from behind. “Very good Princess. Now hold that position for me.” She felt the sudden cold as the peppermint juice was poured on 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 over her cheeks. It suddenly hit her, the juice began to burn, burn intensely where the skin was broken or in

the nooks and crannies of her body, her most intimate nook 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, opening up the fresh wounds. She let her legs open again, feeling the juices move into her pussy, dripping between her parted lips. It burned her tender inner flesh, already aching from the whipping, now an even more intense pain. 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 abuse hole. 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. She 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. But 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 in her anus. The finger began a slow insertion into her rectum, feeling strange as the thick digit spread her apart. She had never felt anything entering her anal passage, the thought never even occurring her before the pirates had taken them capture. And now she laid 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 her 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 it 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 a foot of finger was inside her, moving around as if it was a bug, discerning as it seemed to hurt and tickle 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 she 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 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 pirate 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 was she keeping her ass tilted up in the air for him, her legs spread wide, her 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 from her screams of pain, 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 there 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 let her get used to the feeling, pushing two fat fingers against her anus, pressing hard as his slick finger 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 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 her? 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 harshly fucked 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. The Captain 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. “It is time for punishment again. This time on the table Princess.” He picked up the leather straps again, waiting to bind her in the position he wanted. She wasn’t even sure why she said it, regretting doing so almost as soon as it came out his mouth. “Don’t tie me up. I get into the position you want me.” “Even if I want you to spread your legs wide so I can whip your pussy again? You’ll keep the position even after the first time the whip slaps through your lips?” He looked at her, the sweat glistening from the candlelight off her naked body, her nipples so hard and pointed that they looked as if they would burst, her legs slightly spread, as she stood naked before him, her chest heaving up and down. She didn’t even if know if she could do it, spread her body open for him to cruelly lash at her most intimate parts of her body especially after the first blow of the whip. She only knew that she had to cum, cum soon. If it took another whipping before he would masturbate her again, then she would suffer, hoping that he would let

her cum. “Yes.” She climbed onto the hard wooden table, sliding carefully, her cheeks still red and tender, not wanting a sliver of wood piercing her intimate sex. She got into the center of the table, leaning back onto her arms, her knees drawn up slightly, her thighs together, waiting. The Captain looked at her, seeing the arousal in her eyes, her thighs wet from her juices, her nipples so hard they looked as though they would burst. “Since the Princess is so accommodating, you pick what I will use on your pussy. Will it be a riding crop, or maybe a paddle? You haven’t felt the severe bite of a bull-whip or a quirt, both will bring about such exquisite pain to your pussy. Or a cane like the English use on their children. They can tear flesh if administered properly.” He waited for her answer. “Your hand,” she murmured, almost hoping that he didn’t hear her. “You want me to spank your pussy with my hand Princess?” She lowered her head, not wanting to look into his eyes. “Yes Captain.” “What a lovely thought Princess. I love the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the feel of your pussy beneath my punishing palm will excite my cock. Excellent idea Princess. I will punish you with a pussy spanking.” He went over to the bed, returning with a pillow, placing it behind her. “Lean back and lie on the pillow.” He watched her as she reclined, her legs laying flat down on the table. “Bend your knees and keep your feet flat on the table.” He helped her get into the position he wanted, his gazing continually returning to between her legs. With her feet flat, she would be able to raise her ass up from the table, her pussy more accommodating for the spanking. He pushed on the insides of her thighs, making her spread her legs wider until he was satisfied with the obscene spread of her thighs. “Very good Princess. Now raise up that pretty ass,” his hands under her cheeks as she slowly rose up. “Higher now Princess, get your pussy up in the air.” She felt her pussy juicing as he manipulated her body, feeling her pussy lips part at the wide expanse of her legs, his hands making her spread them farther then she would have, her crotch beginning to ache. She looked down as her ass rose from the table, his large hand under her urging her up, seeing how vulnerable she was becoming. He finally let her stop after her ass was a foot off the table, her body arched up submissively. He began to run his hand up and down her

inner thighs, rubbing the reddened flesh, feeling her jerk when he rubbed a welt too harshly. He pushed out on her thighs, feeling her legs spreading open wider, seeing her pussy lips pull back widely. “Yes, I like that,” sure that her crotch was feeling like it was splitting up the middle. He let his hand fall down on her sex, resting it as she watched him carefully. She was afraid of him, afraid of what she had agreed to. His hand rested heavily on her sex and already she trembled in fear. She looked down at the front of his trousers, his cock straining to burst through. She felt his hand move, pushing out her thighs, making her legs open wider and wider, aching as he spread her too far, but she dared not complain. He would only tie her up and do what he wanted with her. His hand began to slide up and down her slit, already feeling good as his rough skin rubbed her inner lips sending delicious shivers through her body. Her hips began a gentle motion, pushing up and down, trying to feel the rough touch more on her sex. He noticed that she was already rubbing up against him, masturbating her pussy on his hand, feeling her juices getting his palm wet. This was to be the punishment, not the pleasure. He let his hand rise up in the air. “Keep your legs spread wide Princess,” he warned her before he let his hand swing back down, smacking hard against the center of her sex, the sharp splat ringing out in the room. He felt her body shudder when he hit her, her hips falling down from the powerful blow, the Captain not sparing her anything, hitting her with the flat of his hand. “GGGGODDDD, that hurt,” she screamed out in pain, the vivid recollection of the pussy whipping quickly returning to her brain. She pushed her ass back up into the air, even higher then before, not wanting to disappoint him, even though her sex was ablaze in pain. His hand rubbed her sex again, this time not much pleasure, her labia feeling swollen and tender. She didn’t have much time to recover, his hand moving up and down, this time slapping a bit lower, between her legs, catching her at the juncture of her legs, two fingers slapping harshly between her lips, pushing apart them and striking painfully on her inner pussy. “EEEEEHHH,” she yelled, the Captain striking her harder, almost bruising her pelvic bone as his palm smashed into her delicate flesh. The Captain would slap her tender inner thighs when she wouldn’t spread her legs wide enough, a sharp staccato to each side making her more amenable to him, following up quickly with a

powerful slap to her pussy, enjoying her sharp cries of pain each time. If she thought this would be enjoyable, he would make sure that the thought would never enter her mind again. He slipped his hand under her ass the next time, holding her raised up, his hand slapping her on her pussy, his hand holding her in place, her sex taking the full brunt of the punishing blow. Tears were running down her face before he finished, her thighs trembling as she tried to keep them position, each time her sex set ablaze in pain by his powerful slaps. Ten times he spanked her pussy while she sobbed in pain, her cries now hoarse and trembling. “Very good Princess. I enjoyed that.” She would never do that again, volunteering her own punishment, barely able to close her legs as he drew her back over to the bed. He made her sit down, pulling her wrists to her ankles, securing them to a pair of straps that he placed around her ankles. She was bent over, her arms drawn between her legs, her knees drawn up, pulling her body tightly together. He pushed her over onto her sex, her ass pushed out against him. She waited, waited for his hands to masturbate her again. “Good night Princess. Get some sleep for your wedding day.” He blew out the candle, quickly stripping off his clothes, 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 began to rub her ass up against his cock, feeling it slide back and forth, not even caring when it slipped between her cheeks to bang against her anus. A sharp slap to her ass stopped her. “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.”

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, rubbing up against me, 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 an inch of your life. One of my pirates will stand guard. Get naked with the Princess. Let him 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, about two more days with a good wind. They would have more then enough time to play with the girls before they would sell them 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 him. And her handmaidens would be her maids of honor, forced to sexually service the pirates as they watched the Princess’s degradation. 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 the humiliation of watching her bathe. Gretchen‘s hands felt good as she washed her, spreading her legs, 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 quickly. She pulled the bodice up, her breasts pushed up high by the whale bones sewn inside, 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 seems 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 they 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 were different were the stocks that were brought in. Eight wooden stocks lay out carefully in a line, all waiting for their unwilling victims to be locked into. 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 the large hole for the victims 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 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 subject 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 a week then 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 vagina’s, 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 to provide the ideal time for them to lose their innocence as Princess Stefani would her virginity. But it was their assholes that would 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. There 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 one ravished one peaked 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 then 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 carefully, 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. There 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 Gretchen had made her cum in front of everyone. 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 her was what was arousing her so much. The thought of a person of such a high stature as herself forced to stoop to such perversities was exciting her, previously used to control men, now forced to submit to giving them pleasure at her own expense, sometimes at her 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 handmaiden’s assholes will satisfy their lust while mine is satisfied in your virgin pussy. There is still two days before we make port, more then 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 let his hands slide 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.” 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 taken 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 pirate’s 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 between her 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 could 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 harsher, 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 small 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 to the sound of the scream, seeing Camilla’s head thrown back in pain. “NOOOO!!!! TTTAKKKKKEEE IT OUT!!” Camilla couldn’t believe the unbelievable pain. The pirate had placed the head of his cock against Camilla’s asshole and began to push, not even attempting to provide any lubrication. It burned as it drove her tiny anus into her body. Suddenly she felt it pop inside her, her anal ring slowly stretched wide over the thick head, painfully burning as his cock breached her backside. He kept pushing, his hand gripping her hair, pulling her head up into the air as her eyes filled with tears of pain. She heard him spit, feeling the hot wetness on her anus, his fingers running over her stretched ring, slick with his spit. She felt his body tense, then his hips shot forward as she screamed again, impaled painfully on the hard cock that sodomized her. She began to sob as he ignored her pain and began to fuck her in her asshole, the painful cramps forcing her muscles to clamp on the rigid cock inside

her, hearing his pleasure as her painful spasms brought such pleasure to him. She couldn’t even scream any longer, just loud painful sobbing accompanied by the slapping of his naked stomach on her up raised ass cheeks as he fucked her asshole with powerful strokes. The other pirates were not to be denied, the screams of eight lovely girls as their assholes were breached, 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 you Master.” He waited, her legs slowly parting, his hand sliding down lower, feeling the thick bush hidden by the underwear. She felt her jerk back onto his cock, 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 of 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. Let me 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 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, her 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 super-heated 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 handmaiden in front of them. The Captain let his finger slide 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 up thrust, 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 leaped 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. He let his hands slide 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. For two days 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 then she ever did before. Each time he pushed, her body would jump in pain, his cock jerking in pleasure. His other hand went to her neglected nipple, pinching harder then she liked, but she didn’t discourage it, her sensitive nipples tingling in pleasure. “EEEHH,” she moaned in pain 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 as he did. “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. 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 cock 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 let his hands slide 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 screamed muffled by his mouth as she felt his cock tear into her virgin hole. It felt as if her sex was ripping 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, hurting worse at he pulled out, 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 tear 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. God, 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 of pain 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 pain of the painful 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 his cock that pinned her between 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 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 tight as they suffered under the painful sodomy, 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 painfully against her cervix, a deep cry from her mouth as he punished her on the inside with his hard cock. 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 in pain 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 pain was almost indistinguishable now, the pleasure beginning. Just as Gretchen had taught her the joys of sex, the Captain was igniting a lust between her legs. Her breasts began to rock back and forth, the Captains 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 virgins 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 in pain. 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 brutal 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 to 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 let his other hand slide along 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 muscle. 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 skin that separated his finger from his cock. 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 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 while 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 seem 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 of fingers and cock, racing in and out of her most intimate parts of her body while on display, the pirates looking up as she screamed. The Captain slapped 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 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 their fat cocks in their assholes, finding their slit and rubbing up and down until they were forced to get wet. Their fingers moved up to their clits, tugging and pulling on the swollen pleasure buttons until their asses began to dance on the cocks that split them open. They 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 they 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 they 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. She 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 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 another, 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 until 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, feeling 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 movement 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.

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 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 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 those lovely tits,” he whispered into her ear. He let his hand slide 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 girl’s dark, hairy pubic hairs, 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 slide over her bush. He brushed the hairs lightly, sending a delicious shiver through her body as they 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 their faces as Stefani saw the hard cock stretching their anus as they took the pirates cocks in their most private place, the rhythmic thrusting burying their cocks in the depths of their bowels, finally bathing their colon with their hot cum. Each time the pirate would force the girl to clench tightly on the hard cock as it sodomized her brutally, the pirate enjoying the added stimulation that her 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 nipple 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 the railing. 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 railing, the slim wooden top

digging into 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 railing, 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 leg having no choice but to spread. She struggled but her leg continued to spread, Stefani praying he would stop as 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 hot 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 Captains 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 rail, 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 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 her hanging breast, squeezing it tightly. He 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 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. He let his hands slide 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 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 in pain. It felt strange to have his finger inside her. It moved around inside her, pushing on her rectum, sliding in and out, the oil making it slide easily. It also gave her stomach a fullness as if she had eaten something. Her anus burned as his finger pulled it wide, her anal ring stretched taunt 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 then 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 girl’s heads were held as the pirates pumped their hips, driving their cocks back and forth into the reluctant mouths in front of them. The Captain took off 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 forwards, 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 bath his cock, fearing his cock as she felt it grown bigger in her mouth, her lips stretched tightly around the thick shaft. How would she be able to take such a large cock up her 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,

painfully wide. He let his hands roam 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 on your asshole Princess. It will make it less painful 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 and painfully. She couldn’t understand how any part of this could be less painful. His cock was just too big for her anus, the pain radiating out from her abused hole, his cock not stopping. 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 painful procedure making her dizzy in pain. She saw everyone looking at her tear stained face, her lips drawn tight in pain as the Captain’s cock continued to bore into the depths of her body. “EEEEGGHH.” She thought she felt her anus tear, the burning growing worse as his 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 in pain. His thick cock head had breached her anus, Stefani fighting the painful muscle contractions that raced through her hole. If 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 make the pain go away,” she screamed out in pain 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 inside her hard, wanting to feel the pleasure as her asshole was forced slowly over his cock. He dug his fingers into her white ass cheeks, loving the way she moaned in pain. “You have so much more cock to take Princess before you will give me such pleasure.” He began again, letting his hips slide forward, his cock beginning to enter her now, his thick helmet pushing aside all resistance as it slowly sank into her rectum, the muscle giving him such pleasure as it 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 of pain drawn from her lips each time. She couldn’t believe that it would fit inside her, the painful stretching of her insides as he pushed in. The withdrawal was almost as painful, 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 painful stomach cramps began. She wished she could clench up into a ball as they tore through her, her bent over bound body offering no relief from the pain his cock induced into her. She was afraid he was ruining her forever. “TTTTTOOOO DDDDEEEPPP.” She cried out in pain, 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 her? 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, painful 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 untouched previously, his cock burrowing into the depths of her soul. It seem to fill her stomach as if she ate too much, the cramps making her cringe in pain, biting her lips as she suffered beneath him. “EEEEHH.” She screamed out in pain 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 ride your cock.” The Captain reared back, his hands on her hips, drawing then up. “Time to give me my pleasure Princess.” He began to pull his cock out, inch by painful 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 seconds, 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, making her take the full measure of his cock with each thrust, her throat making ragged noises, hoarse from the constant screams 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 painful for her to do it. “Squeeze your asshole on my cock Princess. Give me a pleasurable ride up your asshole.” He drove into her, another squeal tore from her lips.

She couldn’t do it, his thrusts already painful, tightening her muscles would only increase it. 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 then 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 faces 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 black 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 with the needle sharp spines on its legs tends to make it quite painful. And 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 her muscles of her asshole on his cock, feeing it jerk in pleasure. Even though it hurt, anything was better then that terrible creature. The Captain loved her panicked clenching, but he wanted to teach her a lesson. Plus he had felt it when a girl beneath him had the cockroach inside her, her body jerking in pleasure, her muscles uncontrollably gripping his cock better then 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 spread inside her until it 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 in pain 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 skin 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 they were being torn to pieces, the cockroach’s legs piercing her most delicate lining, his 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 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 death 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 bath her insides, the salty fluids making her abraded 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 painful 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 his 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. They released her from the railing, Stefani barely able to stand. “Let her bathe and take her to me 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 shower. “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, two 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 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 arching 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 of pain 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 taking. Even the Princess found herself cumming on the end of the Captains hard cock, 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 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 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 else then 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 you 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. And 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 of them, the pirates twisting them before they left the boat, the hardened pink tips so prominently displayed. Stefani stared straight away, 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 privilege 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 bars. 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 bed. She sat down on the bed, looking at the bars that covered the windows and doors. It was dark now, only shimmering flickers of a torch in the hallway bouncing off the walls. She lay back in the bed, stretching out, tired on 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. She let her hands move 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 let her legs part, 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 though 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 back onto her back again, her knees bent, her legs spread submissively for him. His face turned back to her fiancée, 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 in her, 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 her wasn’t as nice as the Captain? Someone that would beat or torture her. “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 kings 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. She had seen what the Captain had done to Gretchen by the First Officer, 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 attention 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 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.” She let her fingers slide 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 wider. 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 that 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 let her stand up again, facing him. He had a rope in his hand when she turned around, Stefani afraid again. Would he take her sexually? Was that why he stared at her backside so long? Would he take her up her 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. You could see through it. It was a 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 wrapped around her allowed for 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 wouldn’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. The door opened, Stefani spinning around to see who it was. The look on her face was obvious, Stefani never even thinking 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 lil 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 an make you scream.” She could never take something that big inside her. And black, 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 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 her? 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 let

his finger slide 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 then 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 then 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 seen 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 there 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.” He let his hand slid down to the sarong, letting 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 groan 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. He let 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 tighten 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 royalty to sell. 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 gentlemen, the auctioneer not sure of what he wanted her for. They were both determined to have her, the bidding over 20o now. The crowd was cheering them on, the bids continually rising higher, neither one willing to concede the prize. Now at three hundred doubloons, each raising it by ten, approaching four hundred quickly. One of his men in the audience that was to make sure that no bidder was missed suddenly caught the Auctioneers 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 one thousand gold doubloons.” The crowd broke out into a clatter, 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 gentlemen 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.” 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 victims 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 tight, 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 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 of 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 will break your hips and knees if you don’t.” She had no choice, her legs spreading wider, Francisco hot 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 creaking, 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. “The new land is so much different then 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, 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 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, spreading you open. You will learn the joy of pain as well as pleasure, your body will be for my pleasure. They both 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. The End Read Mexican Rebel Sex Slaves by Powerone, an illustrated story at http://www.a1adultebooks.com/powerone.htm This is a truly cracking BDSM story and the illustrations are worthy collectors items. Forty-five original illustrations drawn by Aires specifically for this novel. Christy and her lovely, 18 year old, virginal daughter Angela are on a jeep ride into the Mexican jungle. They don't know they will fall prey to evil, sex-driven rebels who will stop at nothing to turn the women into whores that will serve their every demand. Then, after being lost in the jungle for over three hours the women's delight at being found by the rebels turns to pure horror as they are abused, tortured and punished until they comply- not just with the General and his Sergeant, but all the others in the team.

A truly great read with a fantastic plot and jam-packed with some very hard BDSM and sex action.