A Tale Of A Pirate

The hessian sack wriggled like a stuffed caterpillar as it was hurled roughly onto the deck of the Mermaid. High-pitched squeals emanating from the bag gave the game away that some outraged creature was struggling within. "Get that into the Captain's cabin, quick snap" shouted the First Mate. "That's precious cargo, worth its weight in gold" he chortled. "Doesn't mean the Cap'n can't have a taste of that soft, ripe morsel before cashin-in the prize" he cackled, much to the amusement of the rag-tag crewmen surrounding him.

Captain Fife was an accomplished pirate and proud of his reputation as a scourge of the Carribean. The former Royal Navy lieutenant wasn't particular whether he stole from Spanish treasure galleons, English trading vessels or French men-of-war, as long as there was a profit in it and a good chance of getting away unscathed.

It wasn't a surprise that he had upset the Spanish Governor of La Espanola by plundering a few of his cargo vessels, but a severe nuisance that he had then sent half his warships to hunt-down Captain Fife with the aim of hanging him from the church steeple of Santo Domingo. However, the audacious plan to raid the Governor's mansion in the middle of the night and to kidnap his new bride was typical Fife. No doubt the Governor would now think twice about the pursuit and throw a fat ransom into the bargain.

The tall, distinguished and smartly-dressed figure of Fife strode into his great cabin at the stern of the Mermaid. Tied face-down in undignified fashion on the chart table, was Isabella, the Governor's young wife, bedecked in the finest-quality, ocean-blue, silk dress and luxurious cotton petticoats. The dark-haired beauty glared at him fiercely with deep, hazel brown eyes, making ferocious noises through a gag that was tied across her pretty little face.

Fife slapped the Spanish aristocrat rudely on the backside, causing the gorgeous creature to struggle vainly against her binds, casting a fresh glare of pure hatred at her captor. The Captain chuckled to himself as he poured a brandy from a fine ship's-decanter into a crystal glass, ignoring the sounds of outrage from the tied-up little, fire-cracker behind him.

Downing his brandy, he poured himself another and laughed out loud when he spied the beeswax candle that some of the crew had fashioned amusingly into a large dildo - a crude joke to celebrate the capture of his new "bride". Picking-up the fake prick, he presented it to the trussed-up lady: "I bet you haven't seen a hard one like this since marrying that fat, old fart Don Carlos" he mocked.

Fife swigged the last of the brandy directly from the decanter and inspected the elegant Spanish lady entirely at his mercy before him. Fife wasn't really the merciful type and Dona Isabella was truly beautiful to behold, slim, young and bronzed in a sun-kissed fashion. He had a keen instinct for women and knew from the fierceness of his captive that she had a wild spirit, which would never have been satisfied by her ugly and decrepit husband.

The strong liquor played its part and Fife had been at sea far too long not to feel a surge of lust towards this sweet-smelling, finely-curved specimen of femininity. He approached Isabella from behind and stroked his calloused hands over the swell of a perfect bottom enclosed in soft silk. He rubbed his crotch against her and leaned over to smell her long, dark hair and the floral perfume that still lingered on this gorgeous creature.

The pirate's cock was pulsing in his striped hose as he ran his hands under Isabella's dress to stroke up and down her groin through soft, cotton under-cloths. The girl arched and raged through her gag, but Fife persisted gently and relentlessly until his captive gradually subsided on the table and noises of annoyance turned slowly to those of involuntary pleasure.

Fife fell to his knees and with strong fingers tore open her bright, white petticoat to reveal the wonderful site of a female slit, glistening with moisture within a mat of soft, black hair. He sniffed deeply and his thick cock lurched in his pants at the familiar scent of pheromones and a woman's arousal. The randy pirate licked up and down the engorged, brown labia, flicking the tip of his tongue over the pink bud poking-out from beneath its little hood. He lapped side to side and in figures of eight, causing Isabella to contort and shiver in ecstasy.

Grabbing the home-made dildo from above him on the table, he rubbed his hands along it to warm and soften the beeswax, before aiming it gently between dripping lips and easing it inside the helpless woman. Isabella arched and groaned as the handsome, yet evil pirate, ravished her with the false prick. The size filled her to the brim as it was rammed deeply in and out of her soaking pussy. Fife showed no mercy and his tongue also flicked at her sensitive clit, as he thrust the wax cock to and fro. Soon our elegant Spanish lady was wracked with spasms and moaning loudly as a huge orgasm tore through her youthful body.

Standing over her again, Fife undid the buttons and pushed his pants down to release his cock to spring upright in full erection. Taking his dagger from its belt, he swiftly slit the strings that tied the tight waist of Isabella's fine, silk dress. He also cut the back of the gag for it to fall loosely from his captive's mouth. Reaching forward, he roughly pulled-down the frock at the ample cleavage to free the lady's pert and tanned breasts.

Bracing Isabella by her slender waist, Fife guided his rampant prick to her delicate place and pumped balls-deep into her with one powerful thrust. Isabella shouted-out in surprise and pleasure and Fife began to piston in and out of her, his face contorted in the agony of ecstasy. The pirate grunted at the tightness of the pussy he was plundering, thankful for the copious lubrication from the juices of a woman revelling at being ravished.

Shafting harder and harder, the buccaneer leaned over his prey grasping her bouncing boobs and tugging on stiff brown nipples to make Isabella moan even louder. Fife's balls were heavy with seed desperate for release and he felt them rising waiting to explode.

With final deep and hard pumps, he roared in pleasure as he ejaculated, spurting jets of white, hot sperm into his now-willing victim, who herself was contorting and screaming over and over in orgasm. Fife's throbbing prick reared out of Isabella to pump the last globules of spunk over her bum and back like the lustrous pearls he held in his treasure chest.

The pirate slumped over the writhing lady, both panting heavily and totally spent. He bent to kiss her cheek only to be met by her lips, which mouthed at him with affection. Fife knew then that Isabella was his woman and would become his companion, a fearsome She-Pirate on the High Seas. He only needed the crew to agree to this, which of course they would - at the barrel of a flintlock pistol and the sharp point of a cutlass!

p.s. One of my favourite YouTube channels is where the guy often says in his videos: "All good stories have a pirate" - I hope you enjoyed this short story with a pirate! Stone x