"You black-hearted scum!" Rosemary cried. "How dare you pillage our ship and kidnap me and my maid, Sophia!"
She stood in the corner of the pirate ship's cabin glaring across the room at Captain Hawk, the notorious buccaneer. She had to admit to herself he was rather tall and handsome, in a sort of roguish way. Sporting a goatee and long, dark hair, he wore a long, crimson jacket, with gold braid and polished brass buttons. His sword hung at his left side and a pistol sat on his right hip. He was perhaps a decade older than her 18 years.
"Well, Miss Harrison," replied the captain, leaning against the cabin wall and smirking at her. "I am a pirate, and it's my job to pillage ships and kidnap pretty little teenage girls. If I didn't, I'd soon be out of a business!"
The captain eyed his captive carefully. She was a comely little thing, with blond hair dressed in the fashion of the day: a long, flowing, blue dress with a low-cut top designed to display the cleavage of her generous breasts.
"My father is a successful businessman dealing in medicinal drugs in Port Royal," the girl declared. "If you treat us like ladies, I can assure you he will pay well for us to be returned to him!"
The captain sauntered over to the girl. As he got close she was amazed at how tall he was. Well over six feet! And at his waist hung that gleaming cutlass. It was larger than any sword she had ever seen before! As he towered over her, reached out with his right hand and took some of her curly blond hair in his fingers, sampling the texture.
"I have no doubt the reward for your return, with your virginity intact, would be very high, Miss Harrison. However, you have to realize that some things are worth more than money. We have been at sea for four months and without female companionship for the entire voyage. Your body, and the pleasures it can give, may be more valuable to me, at this point, then any reward your father may offer!"
With this he gave her a lecherous smile, and she could feel her heart pounding as she absorbed the meaning of his words...
"You brute!" Rosemary, whispered, in shock, "What audacity to even suggest such a thing! I demand that you treat myself and my maid with the respect we deserve!"
The dashingly handsome pirate grinned at her, his gold tooth gleaming in the light of the lamp. "Well, I'm afraid it's a bit too late to treat your maid with respect, but maybe she is getting what she deserves. In fact, perhaps what she even desires..."
"Wh..what are you talking about!" Rosemary stammered.
The pirate didn't answer in words, but walked over to the middle of the cabin and bent down to grasp an iron ring in the deck. Pulling on it he opened a trap door. Below was a gird of planks, but in between gaps in the screen Rosemary could get a good view of what was happening in a room on the deck below.
In the middle of the floor was what looked like feather bed. Surrounding it were five muscular and naked, or nearly naked pirates. Sprawled in the middle of the bed, nude except for white stockings that came up past her knees, was Rosemary's raven haired maid, Sophia.
"In heaven's name," cried Rosemary, "what are those filthy beasts doing to her!"
"Take a careful look for yourself," the Captain replied with a mischievous smile.
Below Rosemary could see one pirate had his face his face buried in between Sophia's legs. Another was sucking on her breasts. A third was kissing her feet. Then she saw that Sophia was fondling the cocks of the last two pirates, stroking them and making them hard. The girl had her eyes closed and was squirming and moaning making a noise that Rosemary could only associate with immense pleasure.
"It seems one of my men recognized your maid's face on board your ship when we raided it from seeing her in some of the less reputable establishments at Port Royal. Apparently she has quite a reputation among the sailors there. My man suggested we bring her aboard to provide some... entertainment," remarked the captain. "You must admit that once that decision was made it was only logical to bring the lady along with her maid."
"Sophia, you little hussy!" Rosemary thought. She had long been aware of her maid's dalliance with the male sex and she had found the stories Sophia relayed to her about these assignations both amusing and titillating. Now, however, her maid's promiscuity had gotten them both into dangerous waters. Two lambs among a pride of hungry male lions!
Below, one of the pirates smacked Sophia on her bare ass, and she let out a giggle.
"You trollop!" muttered Rosemary, under her breath. "If I lose my virginity because of you..."
Rosemary, kneeling on the floor of the pirate captain's cabin, stared at the action happening on the deck below. She could easily hear the deep moans from her maid, as a throng of pirates pleasured her. The strumpet was clearly enjoying being the center of attention for the horny buccaneers.
Standing behind Rosemary, Captain Hawk commented, "Don't blame your maid. She just doing what comes naturally to women when they meet real men. I suspect deep down inside you too want to know what it feels like to be taken by an authentic man too."
Rosemary had to admit to herself that watching the men with Sophia, was, as Sophia would have crudely put it, "giving her a wettie" in between her legs. Rosemary also knew this was a bad time of month for her to be seeing such arousing scenes. As Sophia had explained to her, when a woman was "ripe for the plowing" and could conceive, she would be easily excited and this was exactly the state Rosemary found herself in now.
"I know plenty of real men!" Rosemary retorted to the pirate. "Real gentlemen! Daddy brings them to court me all the time!" Rosemary pictured the last few men, sons of prospective business partners that her father had brought to see her: Michael, Kirk and Derrick. She had to grudgingly admit, to herself though, that they were dandy fops compared the masculine pirates she was watching below!
And, of course there was Edward. Her father favored him as a prospective son-in-law most of all. In fact, Rosemary suspected her father had decided to announce their engagement as soon as she arrived home, with or without her consent. Not that he liked Edward more than the others, but Edward's father was quite rich and Rosemary's father almost salivated with the idea of combining that fortune with his own...
The only problem was that Rosemary wasn't particularly enthralled with the idea of Edward as a husband. He was rather short and rotund and, the truth of the matter was she suspected he much preferred the intimate company of other men, rather than herself. Not that she blamed him for the urges he could not direct, but where would that leave her at night except alone in a cold empty bed as Edward frolicked into the wee hours with his friends...
Suddenly the scene below changed, snapping Rosemary out of her thoughts. The pirate that had been nibbling on Sophia's pussy, stood, untied the rope that help up his pants, and let them drop to the floor. "That's odd," Rosemary thought to herself, "why does he have a huge sausage hanging there at his waist..."
Then suddenly Rosemary realized it was not a sausage!
Even Sophia, who had seen many a man's privates, let her mouth hang open and her eyes go wide.
"That's Pierre, my first mate," remarked the captain, "He has a reputation among the courtesans at each port we visit because he is so well endowed."
Sophia, in shock slammed her legs closed and shook her head. The pirates laughed at this. Two of them grabbed each of her ankles and forced her legs wide apart as Pierre kneeled to impale Sophia's cunt. He did it with a single, solid thrust which caused the girl to make a woofing sound followed by a whimper. As he moved back and forth in the girl struggled underneath him. As the "plowing" continued, however, Sophia seemed to give up and accept the immense male organ that was inside her making her belly bulge with each thrust. Soon the deep moaning returned suggesting Pierre's ministrations were indeed pushing the maid toward a powerful climax whether she liked it or not. Indeed, Sophia soon resumed her play with the other pirates, taking one of their cocks into her mouth and sucking on it like a lollypop.
A deck above, and embarrassed Rosemary realized that her panties were now soaked.
As she knelt staring below at her maid being despoiled by the pirate crew, Rosemary felt something metallic and cold tap her bare shoulder. She jumped up and spun around. She been so aroused by the events in the room below, she almost forgot about the pirate captain standing behind her.
In his hand the Captain held a sharp stiletto that gleamed in the lamplight.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that!" she stammered.
"Your maid is doing her part to please the crew, now it's your turn to pleasure the captain!" he replied with a grin taking a step toward her.
Rosemary tried to backpedaled to the rear of the cabin, but it was a small room. At the very back of the space was a large window with many panes that overlooked the sea behind the ship. Under normal circumstances, Rosemary would have found the night view through it - a full moon glistening off the ocean waves - quite pretty, but her attention was completely held by the advancing pirate and his knife.
Her backwards motion was quickly brought to an end as her buttocks smacked a shelf-like platform built into the ship just below the window. She thought about climbing up on it, but then she realized it contained a feather mattress, which must have been the Captain's bed. Perhaps the last place she wanted to be!
