"Pirate's Prize"
by
Donna Elena De Castillo had been on her way to marry the
richest man in the Indies but now she sat uneasily on the edge of her
bunk listening to the sounds of battle on the deck above her. Swords
clashed, men screamed in agony, others yelled their defiance. Her
father had warned her before she set off on this voyage. It is a
journey fraught with many dangers. None more so than pirates---and pray
that your vessel does not meet up with the English devil ship
Scavenger and its crew of cut-throats led by Captain Jack Morrell.
Her father's ship had a good company of military men on board to
ensure her safe passage. But when the black hull of the tall masted
vessel had appeared through the mists of morning the captain had
immediately sounded battle stations. And as he had ushered her to her
cabin he had said, "I recognise Scavenger. For god's sake keep your
cabin locked."
She had dressed herself in her best high fitting gown with the laced
corsage. Her mother had always advised her to Cover up when under the
eyes of those nasty sea dogs. And now she produced the short dagger
which had been her father's last gift to her.
"Should the ship be taken, use this on yourself. For God's sake don t
let filthy rabble have you."
The thought of taking her own life was unthinkable. She'd fight
first. If she had to go, others would go with her.
As quickly as it had started the battle ceased. There was a silent
pause before a victorious cheer rent the air. Soldiers or pirates? She
didn't have long to wait to find out. Within minutes cabin doors were
being burst open, rough laughter echoed around the ship. And she knew
with sinking heart that the soldiers had not won. Where was Marella,
her lady-in-waiting? The only other female on board. A scream followed
by coarse jeering gave her some idea.
Then the handle of her door turned, when the lock resisted there was
a brief pause. Marella gave another agonised scream, before the
explosion of a pistol shattered the edge of the door and it burst open.
Donna leapt to her feet to find herself facing a tall bearded man in
black blood-streaked clothes. He was wearing a scarlet bandana around
his head. In one hand he carried a pistol and in the other a long
bloodied cutlass. His dark eyes widened in appreciation as he looked at
Donna, "Ah, now here's some bounty," he laughed and the two ruffians
behind him laughed with him. He half turned to them, "Leave us."
They moved away muttering, "Lucky captain. Roger her good."
Closing the door behind him the pirate bowed in exaggerated manner.
"Madam, I am Captain Jack Morrell, at your service." His smile was
almost beguiling as he added, "And a very fine service it will be. May
I ask who I am addressing?" Outside the cabin Marella screamed again
and there was laughter and grunting.
Donna raised herself to be as dignified as possible, behind her
back she clutched the short dagger. She told him her name. Daughter of
Miguel de Castillo, owner of this ship and many others.
"No longer the owner of this ship. And you are bound for?"
"Cartagena. I am betrothed to Vincent di Parillo. He is the--"
"I know who he is---but now you are betrothed to me," The dark eyes
had become less friendly. "Now, enough talk. Remove your clothing,
please."
Donna was shocked, "I will not."
"Maybe I will have to assist you," And before Donna could blink Jack
Morrel's blade had flashed through the air and sliced down the front of
her corsage, bursting the cords and cutting through much of the fabric,
All done with such accuracy that the blade never touched her skin. But
now her skin was very much exposed, Donna knew her generous breasts
were all but open to his lustful gaze, and almost instinctively her
hands rose to cover herself.
"A dagger---is that a dagger? Were you going to use it on me?"
Donna looked plaintively at the tiny weapon in her hand yet stood
defiant, "Yes, I'll use it on you, you blaggard."
"Madame, for a Spanish lady your English is uncommonly sound. Now
drop the dagger please."
Instead of following his instructions she raised the dagger
threateningly. Jack Morrell sighed, then, without warning, his cutlass
blade zipped through the air and the dagger was sent flying from her
hand to land somewhere across the cabin. This time a small sliver of
blood seeped from Donna's fingers, and for the first time fear began to
rise more demandingly inside her.
"Now. Please remove the rest of your clothing."
"Never." Again she heard Marella's desperate cries. What was
happening to her?
Jack Morrell took two swift steps grabbed the torn edge of her gown
and ripped it down to her waist. Donna gasped but ducked under his arms
and ran towards the door.
"Oh, Madam Donna, go out there and I fear your treatment will be
somewhat rougher. Take a look if you don t believe me."
Donna pulled back the door and saw not ten feet away a group of
about ten ill attired, filthy ruffians milling around whatever was
happening on the stairs. As they moved she had a glimpse of the naked
buttocks of Marella as the steaming penis of one of the pirates was
removed from her and another massive organ took its place, rammed into
her with such severity that Marella screamed yet again. While this was
going on a pantsless pirate was trying to push his groin into her face.
Shocked to her very core, Donna was removed from any further viewing
as Jack Morrell grabbed her naked shoulder and, turning her, ripped the
rest of her clothing to the floor. Desperately she tried to cover
herself, tried to remain defiant while despair began to take over.
"My, you possess a very scrumptious pair of titties, m' lady."
And he reached out a hand and squeezed her left breast.
Donna spat into his face. No man had ever touched her there. Jack
Morrell laughed, "Spirited too. I m going to enjoy exploring that black
bush you have."
His hand reached for her groin and she slapped him with all her
strength. For a moment anger showed in his deeply tanned face. "Would
you rather be out there with my men?" he asked.
"I'd rather be dead," she growled, wishing she had followed her
father's instructions.
"That can be arranged. But such a waste of----pleasure."
He stood back from her, his eyes practically devouring every inch of
her exposed body, while she tried to crouch to hide herself from his
gaze. He unfastened his belt and tugged at the silken pantaloons he
wore, quickly revealing his massive erect penis.
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"Now while you are so crouched perhaps you would do me the favour of
taking this into your mouth."
Donna stared at the threatening bulbous purple head in front of her
eyes, horrified by the suggestion that it should enter her mouth. Even
from this distance she could smell it, and she would gamble that this
captain had not washed for many days, perhaps weeks. From the rank
odour she guessed it had been used in other unfortunate females since
its last cleansing.
"Come on, my dear. I m waiting. My patience is very thin."
In spite of her revulsion Donna thought she saw a chance of getting
back at this so called captain. Tentatively she offered her open mouth.
"That's very sensible," he muttered, as her lips close around his
pulsing rod.
The odorous sensations of this thing in her mouth made Donna want to
vomit but she closed her lips around it and then, looking up into the
gloating dark face, she bit down viciously. Jack Morrell gave an
almighty bellow of pain and a massive fist struck Donna on the side of
the head knocking her sideways so that her teeth and mouth were pulled
away from the wounded penis. Eyes blazing Jack Morrell glared down at
her as she sprawled dazedly on the floor, his hands clasped over his
wounded part and a trickle of blood showed between his fingers.
"You stupid bitch," he gasped. "You could have made it." Then he
raised his head, "Maston, Vinners."
Donna, through a haze of pain, saw two ragged characters appear,
both unshaven, one had a face suggesting pure evil, the other grinned
toothlessly.
"Take her away,Jack Morrell ordered.
"Where to?" The toothless one asked.
"Anywhere."
"You mean she's for the boys?"
"That's what I mean."
With a whoop both men reached down to grab her arms and legs and
hoisted her into the air.
"Just one thing," Morrell added. "Don't mark her face."
"Why not, captain?" toothless rasped.
"I have my reasons, Vinners. Take her away."
Regaining her senses Donna struggled in the grasp of the two men.
Only two pairs of hands held her but somehow they searched every inch
of her smooth skinned curves. A hand groped between her parted legs,
grubby fingers dragging at her vulva. "Oh, Maston, lad. What a prize.
Look at those tits."
She was carried past the steps where two pirates were still pounding
into poor Marella, front and back. She seemed to be all but
unconscious. Was this going to happen to her? She struggled again and
the one called Maston leaned his evil face down and bit at her left
breast making her cry out with the pain. "Boys!" Vinners called out.
"Look at the booty."
Heads appeared around doors and seeing what Maston and Vinners were
carrying, heads became bodies, rampant eager bodies. Donna was suddenly
aware of countless figures, dirty, smelling of blood and sweat,
appearing around her. Stubbled faces, leering. Hands stroked at her
limbs, clutched at her breasts. Many hands, thin fingers, thick
fingers, felt for her secret parts. A finger slid painfully into that
hole between her buttocks--it was the first of many painful probings.
She was lifted high and she heard Maston and Vinners cry out that
they were first. A claim that was met with ribald mocking laughter.
Terror welled up in Donna's heart.
Through a low doorway and she was brought down heavily on a wide
wooden table. Ugly dark faces, tongues licking eager lips filled the
space around her. Hands pummelled at her breasts, while mouths tried to
bite there, fingers forced their way up between her legs. When she
tried to clench her thighs together, they were roughly pulled apart and
fingers continued their frantic violation of her private areas.
"What a cute cunny she's got, A voice growled."
"It's mine."
"No, it's mine."
A scuffle broke out down near her feet. Then someone grabbed her
hair and a foul-breathed mouth was slobbering over hers, a tongue poked
at her lips, which she managed to keep tight shut. Mouths continued to
violate her breasts, someone bit her nipple so she cried out in pain.
Then a penis was waved in her face, larger than Captain Morrell's.
The fingers exploring her nether regions were not gentle, they dug
and spread. A face was pressed into her groin and a tongue began
lapping at her vulva. Better than the probing of fingers and very
briefly she was aware of a pleasurable sensation, which was quickly
dispelled when teeth bit into her down there and she screamed in agony.
Then a tall thin figure loomed up from below, clambering on the table
between her legs.
"See what you're going to get," a cruel voice urged. She saw the
rampant penis before the pirate sank on top of her and the next second
it felt like a huge stake had been driven into her and the pirate was
pounding it up into her breaking her hymen. Nothing in her sheltered
life could have prepared her the shame or the torment. Each thrust was
deeper and harder and more searing and brought tears of fear and
anguish to her eyes. She wasn't going to survive this.
The pirate gave a roar as with a final massive thrust he seemed to
burst inside her, pumping faster and harder. He was treated to a
mixture of cheers and jeers. He withdrew and another was there and
again she felt the rough, vicious thrust of an erect penis claiming
her.
"Cunt's dry as sticks, Came a voice."
"Mouth won't open." Another.
"I know what'll open it. A good fist."
"No. Captain wants her face kept in order," That was Maston's
voice.
"Why?"
"Who knows? Captain has his reasons."
"This'll moisten her up. Grab her jaw."
As the penis inside gave its final plunge and began to withdraw
another took its place. "My turn at last." It was Vinners voice and
recalling that thin toothless face made this infiltration even worse.
He was rough but quick as a snake. He was crying out and pumping at her
furiously. Three others followed in rapid succession, each one seeming
fiercer than the last.
"God, look at the stuff pouring out of her." shouted someone. "Could
start a cum business. And there was laughter."
Now her jaw was grabbed by gnarled hands, and forced open.
Helplessly she tried to shake her head but other hands held her by the
hair. Then liquid was pouring into her mouth and down her throat. Thick
strong raw spirit.
"A nice drop o rum should lighten the burden for ye, missy."
She gagged and tried to spit out the liquid But it burned a course all
the way down her throat and into her stomach
Four more very fast invasions of her vagina had taken place when
someone laughed and said, "Here comes Budge." And there was a roar.
"He'll crush her."
"Or rip her in two."
"Let her see. Let her see."
She was lifted slightly to view around her---erect penises seemed to
be all around her but at the foot of the table viewing between her open
legs was an enormous fat bellied man, he must have been six and a half
feet tall dressed in a stained vest that might have once been white.
Staring at his bulk Donna thought he was clutching a truncheon in his
hand until he pulled on it to reveal the huge purple head of his penis.
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"No," she screamed. Por Dios. It was too big.
Budge pulled a face "I'm not going into that hole youse have been
filling up with yer muck. Turn her over"
"Oh, aye, Budge. Up the backside." And Donna felt herself lobbed over
onto her belly like a fried egg. Hands pulled on her legs so that she
slid to the edge of the table her buttocks raised by eager hands.
"No, no, please. Not there. Oh, please." Her cries were drowned in
the roars of encouragement that went up from the crowd. Her head was
beginning to spin as the rum began to take effect.
A thick rough finger poked into her rear hole. It circled as though
to make room. The finger alone brought waves of torment to her lower
body. Then it was removed and something smoother but bigger was placed
against the opening. Crude words of encouragement came from the
bystanders, something splashed across her back, something warm and wet.
There was laughter, "Piggy's cum on her."
For Donna all sounds and voices passed out of her consciousness as
Budge's huge baton-like penis nudged into her rear hole. Utter anguish
shook her body, with two swift lunges the massive organ was pushing up
into her very gut. Yells of encouragement. Her hair was pulled to lift
her face and an erect penis slapped across her face, back and forward,
back and forward.
More laughter and deeper unbearable pain as the Budge penis tore at
her insides, harder and ever deeper until there would be no end to the
sheer agonising trauma. A hand reached underneath her thigh to twist at
her vulva lips. She couldn't live through this pain, didn't want to
live through it.
At last Budge reached his climax. It came with a fierce roar of
satisfaction and one enormous thrust that lifted her belly clear of the
table before crashing it down so that all the air was exploded from her
body, and she thought she really was about to die as his enormous
weight came down on her buttocks. He gave two final thrusts before his
organ began to slide out of her, but immediately one of his companions
was thrusting his hot penis into her rear. After Budge's assault it was
almost acceptable.
A chant went up, "The cunny, the cunny. We want the cunny." And when
this one exploded inside her she was flicked over onto her back and
someone else plunged deeply into her vagina, lifting her with powerful
thrusts until he shot his hot deposit inside her and another followed.
Two of the pirates were rubbing there penises over her breasts , one of
them got up and sat astride her chest pulling each of her breast to
envelope his rod. He jerked it faster and faster in between them until
his hot sperm spurted out up over her neck and face.
"I'll have some of that." And someone else began violently treating
his large penis between her aching breast until he shot spurt after
spurt across her mouth and eyes.
She was sure she must have passed out after the next three men
launched their manhood between her legs while others straddled her
breasts and spurted over her body. Coming round someone was still
humping away in her almost paralysed vagina. The other men were
standing in a wider ring, watching. This final assailant was a little
old man, with one tooth which grinned at her as his climax shook him
and his hips slammed one final time against hers.
As he withdrew she felt herself being pulled up to a sitting
position.
And there, standing in front of her, was Captain Jack Morrell, a
cruel smile on his face. "I hope you haven't tired my men out," he
said. "Are you ready to take me in your mouth in a more friendly
manner. Suck me dry?" A supportive cheer went up from the men.
Every inch of her body aching, her lower body in particular feeling
like an agonised mess, her mind befuddled by the rum, she still managed
to shake her head.
"Oh, dear, then I m afraid you aren't going to like the next part."
Doc step forward please.
The small man who had just finished with her stepped forward. In his
hand he was clutching what looked like a giant pair of scissors only
with flat edges.
"Meet our ship's doctor," Jack Morrell said, "Not fully qualified,
of course. Failed the entry exam. Now when our men have toothache bad,
they're glad to have him remove the offending molar."
The little man clacked the instrument in his hands.
"If you won't take me nicely, Doc here is going to extract all of
your teeth. So you ll be biting nobody again--ever."
His words sank slowly into Donna's befuddled brain, but she just
shook her head.
Jack Morrell shrugged and signalled to men on either side of the
table. Instantly she was grabbed and eager hands forced her jaws apart.
"Let's be kind," Jack Morrell grinned. A dribble of rum.
Once more the thick liquid was sent scalding down into her innards.
She gagged and hoped she would vomit it back, but that didn't happen.
She felt as though the spirit had fused into her veins.
One of the pirates stepped forward and rammed what felt like two
pieces of wood inside her mouth on either side so her mouth was chocked
open. Fearfully she watched Doc approach with the instrument raised.
Firm hands held her head in vice-like grip and as her legs kicked
someone was signalled to hold them. Whoever did that took the advantage
of fingering her sperm sodden vagina.
In horror she heard the metal clasp on one of her side teeth and the
Doc was twisting back and forward, nothing but pressure at first, but
as the tooth gave, the frightful pain went shooting up into her brain,
she heard her own moans become screams as the pressure increased. There
had been no pain like this, the sheer excruciating agony of it had her
almost breaking free of the arms that grasped her. For minutes the
torture went on and as the tooth came away with a sickening sucking
sound she screamed out loud in her anguish. And then she all but
fainted, being only aware of dulled voices, and blood trickling from
the edges of her mouth
"Wait awhile."
"Others will be easier now I can get at them."
Regaining her senses, her whole jaw aflame she gazed with pure
hatred at Jack Morrell.
"Another one?" he asked, that cruel smile playing on his lips.
She shook her head. "What would you prefer in your mouth next?" Jack
Morrell went on. "This." And he pointed at the Doc's extractor which
still held her own tooth. "Or this?" And he flicked at the front of his
outfit to reveal his hugely tumescent penis. "Well? Decision time."
Wracked with pain she knew she could not bear another extraction.
The rum in her belly was burning out through all her veins. Her head
didn't feel like it was hers anyway. Let her point, he commanded the
men who were holding her arms, and he kicked the pirate fingering up
her pubic area out of the way.
Wearily, she raised her arm and pointed at the Captain's penis.
There was a mild cheer from the pirates.
"Good choice." Jack Morrell said and stepped towards her. "Be
warned. Just one hint of a bite and they all come out---all of
them---Understand?"
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She nodded and saw him signal behind her. Someone handed him a glass.
"Here," he said. "Wash out your mouth with wine. Good wine."
She tentatively sipped at the glass. It was bitter but not unpleasant
as she rinsed it round her mouth. Make it numb, she told herself. She
spat out a column of wine and blood.
"On your knees," Jack Morrell ordered and she was pushed off the
table to stumble to her knees, to find the captain's erect penis right
in front of her. There was only slight pleasure in seeing the bloodied
marks she had made along one side. "Take it. Lick first."
Tentatively her tongue reached out and played over the bulbous
purple and she heard his sharp intake of breath. Maybe she could make
this over quickly. She licked along the shaft noticing that it had been
washed since her earlier encounter. Cleansing the wound no doubt. He
pressed in on her and his whole length slid past her lips right to the
back of her throat. "Suck on it," he commanded. The pirates began
chanting.
"Shoot in the mouth. Shoot in the mouth."
She sucked on the great length, feeling that purple head reaching
the back of her throat. But that wasn't enough it seemed. The Captain
began thrusting his penis deeper down her throat as though it was a
second vagina, as though he wanted to choke her. And all the time the
pirates watched and jeered. Donna kept her eyes closed most of the time
but when she did open them she could see that many of the ragged
pirates encircling them were holding their erect penises in their
hands.
Apart from the choking, sucking at the Captain's prong was less
painful than the other things that had been done to her. She realised
she hadn't considered what would happen when the Captain was ready to
shoot his sperm. Would he withdraw? Ejaculating into her mouth? What
would she do?
She realised that she wouldn't have long to wait as the Captain's
breathing was getting heavy. Each stroke of his penis more vigorous as
she sucked and sucked. His hands grasped each side of her head and he
began a grunting noise, then with a yell he pulled her head right into
his pubes so that his penis was wedged down her throat and he held it
there as she choked and gasped feeling the warm gobbets spurting
profusely down to her stomach. The pirates cheered wildly.
Slowly Jack Morrell began to withdraw his penis but then, as the head
lay along her tongue it gave one more jerk and Donna could feel and
taste the warm slime. He grinned and said, "Taste and swallow you
Spanish bitch."
"Swallow, swallow, swallow!" echoed the pirates.
Donna quickly gulped the sperm away but could not lose the salted
acrid taste of the sticky mess.
Captain Morrell stepped away from her, then as an afterthought stepped
up close. Lick it clean, he commanded.
"Lick, lick, lick!" chanted the pirates.
Unwillingly she applied her tongue to his still oozing penis head
as it slowly wilted down to a bow shape. Her stomach heaved at the
taste and at the very thought of what she was being made to do.
Thankful when he stepped away she trusted that was it was over. But
she hardly had a chance to draw breath before another scruffy foul
smelling penis was thrust into her face. One of the eager spectators
desperate to follow his captain's example. This character sneered down
at her where she was kneeling and she saw that where his left eye
should be was an empty socket.
"Suck it, Spanish whore," he hissed, his ugly rod striking her nose
as he thrust it at her.
Jack Morrell clicked his fingers to attract her attention, "And
remember, any of my crew get bitten---you get the Doc's tongs.
Understand?"
When she made no response he yelled, "Understand?" And she nodded.
"Right," he said as he turned away. "Give it to her."
Wherever this penis had been it had not been washed for many weeks.
As she tentatively flicked her tongue at it she could smell urine,
stale feminine juices and as the foreskin drew back she saw a layer of
cheesy whiteness. Was this to go into her mouth? Even as she hesitated
the pirate grabbed her head and pulled her onto his throbbing penis.
Gagging and near to vomiting as the filthy thing struck the roof of her
mouth, she felt and tasted on her tongue that soft cheesy in-lay---that
deposit of unclean flesh. Withering inside she sucked at the ghastly
organ and was almost glad when she felt the early spurt of his semen
hit the back of her throat. Quickly she swallowed, then spat the
dreadful penis from her mouth as it began to sag.
Three others were quick to have their own straining members deflated
in her protesting mouth. All tasted the same, all blew their ghastly
loads mercifully quickly. Maybe because they had been kept waiting too
long.
But after the third one a voice called out, "Hey, we're wasting the
rest of her. There's a few holes to fill." There was a concerted yell
of agreement.
"Three way split. Great !"
Next moment she was lifted bodily by eager hands and saw a pirate
already lying naked on the table his rampant organ pointing upwards.
Her bearers pulled her legs apart before depositing her onto the
waiting erection, which slid easily into her overworked vagina. But
even as she winced at the upward heaving of the man underneath her she
became aware of another wriggling up close behind her, pushing her
forward slightly until she felt his penis head probing at her rear
hole.
"One in the arse, me luvly," the unseen rapist whispered in her ear.
Both holes being pumped at once was just unbearable. Pain, shame, fear
all mingled to further distort her rum soaked thinking. Yet this was
not all for a third pirate stood astride the table and poked his long,
foul smelling member at her face. "Open up, ducky. Or we tell the
Captain."
So this was the three way split. And all three were pounding at her
with such ferocity that she feared she would be torn three ways. When
they were finished there were three more to take there place. Each
group seemed more frustrated than the last, more fiercely demanding,
each thrust seeming to seek to impale her forever. Sperm running from
every orifice, she took three at a time over and over until mercifully
she passed out.
She wasn't sure how long she had been out but when she came round
she was on her knees with her arms tied over her head, and her ankles
braced to the deck with her legs parted. Her naked body was soaked and
at first she thought it was all the sperm that had been pounded into
her. Then she realised it was water. Water had been poured over her.
Donna saw that she was out in the open, on the deck of a ship. But it
wasn't the ship she had begun her journey on. Raising her eyes she saw
the Jolly Roger flag flying from the mast.
"Welcome aboard, madam. Trust you had a bit of a rest. You'll need
it." And Captain Jack Morrell was standing in front of her. "We've
cleaned you up a bit. You're now on the good ship Scavenger and you
are the casual pastime for my crew. Anytime they're off duty they can
come and----Well, Maston, show her what I mean."
Evil faced Maston stepped forward and treated her to a cocky wink
before dropping his pantaloons to reveal a huge erection. He knelt down
in front of her and guided his rod between her legs before thrusting
violently upwards, so roughly that it lifted her knees from the deck,
putting a severe strain on her strapped ankles. Cleaned up she may have
been but Donna could tell from the easy passage of Maston's penis that
the lubrication of gallons of sperm was saving her from too much
discomfort. She bit her lips as he drove frantically upwards into her
and his climax came with a rush that had her crying out in pain at the
strain on her lower limbs as her body was forced upwards.
Maston withdrew and moved away.
"That's how it will be for as long as you are amenable on my ship,
Captain Jack Morrell said, And I may come to give you a mouthful
myself. Until we find a replacement."
And Donna realised that whatever life she had left was going to be as
a sex slave to the filthiest band of evil men anyone could imagine. She
began praying for an early end to her torment.
- The End -
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