Ravished by the Pirates

“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.”

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.”