Ravished by the Pirates

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.