"Captain," I say softly, "do you want me to be your good damsel whore?" My eyes caress his toned body, sun darkened, spackled with freckles, and layered with dark curly hair. The sun glints off his focused blue eyes. His red beard balances his bald head.
I feel his eyes turn on me. Their intensity contrasts the appearance of relaxation of his body. He reaches for me and pets his pussy through the soft fabric of my loose garment. His light, gentle touch along the covered slit transports me. I travel to a quiet place. My busy mind silences, surrendering to physical pleasure at his touch.
I'm vaguely aware of feeling my arms raised above my head, rope securing my wrists to the mast, legs splayed and restrained. We've played this game before. I'll be a good damsel in distress, and the marks my Captain gifted me with perfect the image. The light white semi-transparent fabric of my loose cover-up helps with the sun but does nothing to hide my long, slender body.
He strokes the length of my thighs, and I sink into the feeling of helplessness. I squirm, testing the knotted rope. When my Captain removes his hand, I whimper with need, he grips my chin, fixing his eyes to mine, "Be a good whore, and I'll give you what you need." The sound of his voice is soft and commanding.
I watch him step down to the platform on the stern and leave on the hydrofoil windsurf board. The object of our designs, twin hulls, plows through the green water. I can see when they notice our sloop changing direction to approach. When they are near, I make my calls for help. I know the four men aboard have pillaged from our cluster of islands.
The GPS navigation hasn't been able to fix a location for a while, but even when it did, the landscape had changed too much for the maps to be meaningful. Since we found this place, it's been relatively peaceful, and enough food for the small population to survive. My Captain does his best to keep it safe.
I won't be kept safe. These men have deviant, violent sexual hunger, and I'm meant to satiate them. I'm chum in the water they can't resist. My slit tingles knowing I'll be pleasing Captain, fear rising and pulsing through my body. I crave what they'll do to me, the way they will beat me and use me for their pleasure, but I'm afraid, too. I struggle at my bonds, panic taking over.
"Help! Help!" The fear has a complete hold of me now. I thought this time I could keep a sliver of myself deep inside and not be swept away afraid of what I know is coming. Fear jets icily through my circulatory system. I can feel each fiber of the ropes rubbing at my wrists. Time slows as the multi-hull slides close. Waiting in anticipation and afraid of how these men will sate their appetites, I'm surprised by the burning need between my legs. Without looking, I know my lips are glistening, just as I know these men will enjoy hurting me and using me.
"Please?! Help me! I've been kidnapped."
The murmurs of their voices carry over the sun-bedazzled water. My dark eyes inspect the men. These four are deadly. We've heard enough about them to know that much.
"Ho! What kind of men would we be not to help a poor damsel in distress?" The other three give the slightest deference in their body language. His hair is long and curly, and his green eyes twinkling dangerously. The clothing they wear around their waists is ragged.
The first man to board closes on me with quick movements. His lean, tall body is graceful. He doesn't touch me, his finger hovering over my exposed flesh. I swallow, feeling his eyes inspecting me. It's not hard to imagine what he's thinking. He examines every curve of my long, slender body. Each time I feel him linger on a part of my body, I feel my face flush.
He chuckles and calls to the others, "This slut is already marked, she's so ripe and ready. Only question is, does she like being bad and punished or being good and pleasing us?"
The leader growls back, "Doesn't matter what she wants."
"Please, don't hurt me," I beg. "I'll do whatever you want if you get me free." My eyes flutter, and I look back at the men eagerly.
The man next to me grabs me roughly between my legs with his large, calloused hands. A spike of pain shoots through me. I'm tender from my Captain's cock. It's a reminder of him inside me. Giving him pleasure warms my insides. I turn and smile, "Please be gentle, you're hurting me ..."
It doesn't surprise me when he grabs me harder and pulls me against his body. I can feel his excitement. "What do you think, Flower?" Cringing when the man, I assume is Flower, smiles. I've never seen a flower that looks like that. His eyes vibrate with sadistic, lustful ideations. He doesn't bother to vocalize his thoughts. The images dance in his dark eyes.
