Ravished by the Pirates

“I’ll take care of her,” Captain James stated as he moved towards her.

“It’s about time there was a gentlemen amongst you. I presume you are the Captain of these ruffians.” She turned towards him just in time to see his hand swing, hitting her squarely on the side of her face, her head spinning to the left harshly, almost losing her balance as she struggled to stay on her feet.

“My Lady,” one of the girls rushed over to her, grabbing her to keep her from falling to the ground. She acted as if she was the head handmaiden, the others not as eager to cross the pirates.

“Grab the little bitch,” the Captain swore, his crew dragging her over to the side. She was a good looking little redhead. All of them except the lady couldn’t be more then eighteen, the Captain hoping they were all virgins. Their bosoms heaved, the bodice of their dresses pushing their tits up, sharp naked cleavage highlighted with a fine piece of jewelry that drew your eyes to the firm flesh. His cock hardened at the freckles on the bosom of the redhead, the thought of his cock plunging between the legs of a girl with red pubic hair always was a secret fantasy of his. He imagined her dark nipples and areolas highlighting the white skin as she thrashed beneath him, his hard cock fucking her mercilessly.

Princess Stefani looked at the Captain as she rubbed her burning cheek. He seemed to be civilized, his speech that of an English gentleman. Maybe there was a gentleman in there somewhere. The Captain was a bit more handsome then the rest of his crew, but he was still repulsive. Unwashed, his face covered with a scraggly beard that looked like it would scrape the paint off of a ship. His face was rugged and tanned, long years on the sea in the sun and salt air making his skin as tough as leather. His body was muscular, his arms almost as big as Stefani's legs, muscles pushing out the shirt that clung to his sweating body. She blushed when she looked down, hoping he didn't catch her stare as she saw the large bulge in his trousers, the material clinging to the large shaft that seemed to be as long and hard as a log.

She saw the large knife in his hand, afraid of him, already seeing him slice the head off the Captain of her ship with his sword with a single swipe of the blade. Princess Stefani was almost sick as the blood shot out the cut arteries, mixing on the deck of the ship with the blood of the rest of the crew. He almost seemed to smile as he did it. She ran below deck, hiding with her handmaidens until the pirates had found them. She feared for the safety of her girl’s, knowing that pirates often ravished women taken from a ship and then whisked them off to an unknown place, rumors of being sold as sexual slaves.

Her only hope was to charm him, a task that she was particularly adept at, able to make the noblemen beg at her feet. An uneducated scoundrel should be easy.

He stood in front of her, his knife brandished before her.

"Don't you dare touch me again you heathen. I am betrothed to Lord Diego and to be married as soon as I arrive in the new land. If you take me to Virginia, I am sure the Lord would pay you a handsome sum for my safe passage. You speak like a gentlemen, I only pray you will treat my girls and I as a gentleman would." She hoped he would take the bait, sure that once on land he would be arrested and thrown in chains for the rest of his life. Pirates were the scum of the land, preying upon the weak.

He didn’t even reply to her offer. He swung again; Stefani didn’t even see the flat of his hand as it swung again, this time the other side of her face receiving the powerful blow. The redhead cried out again for her mistress, Stefani trying to maintain her balance as she saw stars before her eyes. She staggered, her regal presence diminished greatly by his cruelty. Tears welled up in her eyes, Stefani trying to hold in the need to cry, wishing instead to maintain her elegance, her body stretching up tall again, her defiant eyes staring back at him.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back. Or would you rather that I slap you around some more. I’m beginning to enjoy it,” his crew laughing with him.

“I will temporarily surrender to your cruelty,” turning her back to him, crossing her wrists behind her. She felt the utter helplessness of the situation when his hand large hands placed the cold iron bracelets on her wrists, wrists that were used to wearing gold and precious stones. She felt him tighten them until she moaned in pain, knowing he was doing it on purpose, cruelly testing her. She felt him press up against her backside, Stefani trying to move away but he pressed her up against the wall, pushing her body into the wood while he ground his hips into her ass.

He whispered into her ear so no one else would hear. “Can you feel my hard cock on your lovely ass? It is yearning to be buried in your sweet cunt.” He saw her blush in shame, unable to escape his lower body from grinding his cock on her ass.

“Take them aboard our ship, including this one. I want them unspoiled. We will have a party with them as soon as we set sail. We have twenty days to indulge our fantasies with these lovely beauties. To teach them all the perversities of the world. I hope they will be uncooperative; it has been a while since I was able to skin a naked female with my whip." He let his hand roam sensuously over Stefani’s ass, feeling her try to jerk away from his intimate touch. “This one will require much punishment before she will learn. I have so many lovely instruments to use on the tender and intimate parts of her body. The pain will make her scream nicely. My cock will enjoy fucking this one, training her virgin body to pleasure me.”

She knew she was in trouble, all of them, but she hid it, a stone- faced expression on her. He smelled, obviously pirates didn't bathe, a repulsive creature not worthy of her body. And his cock was so big as it pressed into her ass, feeling it jerk, knowing that he loved her humiliation as she suffered the degradation of him humping her like a dog in heat. She would find a way out of this. She would refuse to submit to him and fight his advances. She would certainly not let a pirate take her precious virginity without a fight.

The pirates quickly led them off, some of them eager to get their hands on the lovely titties that were so eloquently exposed by the low bodice of their dresses. Unspoiled meant no fucking, not no molesting. The Captain expected his men to humiliate the girls in front of everyone, enjoying the way they would cringe when they were openly fondled. They would soon learn to obey, punishments meted out after they were stripped naked, their bodies spread open in the bright sunlight on the deck, a wide assortment of gear on the deck that would serve to keep them bound securely and exposed.

All eyes were on the nine girls as they were led away, their wrists cuffs clanging noisily as they shuffled along the deck. The guards played with some of them, lifting their arms up in back, forcing them to bend over until their breasts would almost spill out the lavish bodices of their dresses, another guard forcing her head up to allow the men to ogle the lovely white flesh. One began to cry when a pirate’s hand stroked across her silky white skin of her upper breast as she was forced to face forward, commenting on how large her breasts were.

"Look at these lovely tits, so plump and firm. Just like a ripe cantaloupe," he teased the young girl, his hands molding her naked flesh. "These were made to be sucked and licked, just like a baby would do." He moved closer to her face, seeing the humiliation on her face as she turned red, the others staring at her. He whispered in her ear, "I'm going to put my hard cock between those lovely orbs and fuck them until I cum on your face. Then I'm going to make you lick my cum off your face. I hope you fight me; I would love to whip your lovely body, starting with your titties. My whip will make them bounce around so nicely as you cry out in pain," he roared, laughing so hard.