The burning sun drew her back to consciousness. As she stirred, images of the battle played back through her mind. Spotting the frigate on the horizon, she thought it easy pickings for her crew, but it was when it turned and flew the skull flag, she knew she was in for a fight.
The battle was brutal and quick, with her ship now no doubt resting on the bottom of the ocean.
"Well now, look what we've got here boys!" A calloused hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her knees, "we'll be having fun with her all night"
A cold voice broke through the jeers, "ENOUGH! She's mine! And any of you filthy sons of whores who lays a single finger on her will be dragged behind the ship as bait!"
Murmurs of "aye captain" and "right you are capn" roll through the now subdued crowd.
She looked up from her kneeling position, hands bound. She was a proud captain, and defiant to the last, then her eyes met his... A tall man, muscular without being overly so, the red in his close cropped beard a striking difference to the cold blue eyes. His voice broke the silence...
"Such a pretty young lass to be in the pirate game, and as a captain no less! Was it the thrill of the hunt that brought you to these waters filled with the scourge of the sea, or is it the danger that gets your panties wet?" With that he swiftly closed the difference between them, dragged her by the hair to her feet, drove his hand down the front of her pants as he stared her in the eye, a pause, a cold smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and then 2 fingers driven roughly inside of her. There was no doubt, even without her exhalation, her dripping wet cunt betrayed her. This time the smile did reach his eyes.
"Bowson, a strap me a line nice and high on the mast, you boys may not get to touch her, but she will put on a damn fine show for us"
As Bowson raced to secure the rope, the captain pushed her back to her knees. "Now I dont need to remind you that you are currently held captive, miles from shore, be a good girl and do as you are told and we will get on just fine"
Fishing his already hard cock from his fly, he wrapped his fists in her hair, her mouth opening automatically. Her jaw stretched to accommodate the girth, knowing exactly what reaction even a hint of teeth would get. Cheers went up from the watching crowd as the captain grabbed and pushed deep, the head of his cock popping the back of her throat. He held there for a second before pulling out as she began to struggle, long lines of spit looping from her lips to his cock, before breaking away to fall on her blouse.
"Lines are secure cap'n" Bowson handed him the coarse rope. Bending down to kiss her, he grabbed the ropes at her wrist and quickly strung her up, lifting higher and higher until the tips of her bare feet barely touched the ground.
"Well lads, why dont we see what we have to work with here?" And with that he stripped her thick leather belt from her, pants torn off, leaving her shaved pussy glistening with her own juices in the sun. Next, the black bodice was torn from her body to the cheers of the watching crowd, she looked over her shoulder and could see the lust of her own captured crew in their eyes. Finally, he took great pleasure in tearing the blouse from her, leaving her bound, naked, stretched tall, and completely on display for any and all who cared to look. Her large breasts swaying softly as she hung, her feet on tiptoes, constantly shuffling with the pitch of the ship on the waves, the feel of the salt crust cracking on her skin from the water. He broke the spell of the sensations running through her by spinning her around, her back now to him, as he bent down and picked up her own thick leather belt.
Weighing its heft of it in his hands, he came up behind her, roughly grabbing her breast as he pushed his body against her naked flesh. "Let's see just how nicely this lovely white skin marks, shall we?"
With that he steps back, delivering a stinging blow across both arse cheeks, the red welt almost immediate, her teeth gritted, she waits for the next, but it doesn't come. Chancing a look over her shoulder, she looks just in time for the second to land, catching her completely off guard. Through the rising cheers of the crowd, another 3 land, that gorgeous white arse now a criss cross of angry red marks. The belt drops to the floor and he steps close once more, his fingers between her legs, delving deep inside of her. "Listen to the crowd my little mouse, they are here to watch me turn you into a shaking mess, unable to speak, unable to move, and just so you know for sure... you will stay here until that's exactly what you are, my shaking drooling, squirting little slut."
He took his fingers, slick with her own wetness and drove them into her mouth, she hungrily sucked them, wishing she was tasting herself from his cock, yet her pride kept her silent.
From out of nowhere, 10 more lashes rained down on her, this time covering from the top of her arse to the backs of her thighs, each one gaining shouts of approval from the watching crowd. One particularly harsh shot caused her to lift up her legs in a blind reaction, making her swing from her wrists, the momentum carried her back around until she faced him again, the look of defiance still there, but tempered with the realization this man would not stop until she was his.
His left hand clasped around her throat, not enough to constrict breathing, but enough to let her know she was his. His right hand roughly playing with her breasts, savagely pinching her nipples until her body betrayed her and she made her first sound...