Lady of Flanders, a vessel of cum
Remember in part 1, Aleid's vessel was confiscated by a French privateer, and her body confiscated by the crew.
Rolling over, she saw the Captain standing in the door, his sword exposed slick and hard, gobbets of his semen stretching from its tip, the member bouncing as he laughed at her predicament.
The men roared their approval. Hands grasped her under her arms, lifted her, dragged her from the Captain's cabin across the deck. She was ungently laid face-down over a capstan, large as a wooden barrel but fastened to the deck, a rod running through it designed for men to grab and turn.
Her arms were forced over her head, hands tied with a bit of rope wound around the capstan bar. Her dress was then pulled nearly over her head, her backside bare to the sun.
Her reddened cunt and bottom were still wet with the Captains semen, which continued to drip from her slot and run down her legs. She felt someone unlacing her boots, Her boots! The were pulled free in turn, leaving her legs and feet completely bare. This felt more of a violation than her spread cunt.
The wood pressed cruelly into her breast as she lay there, helpless to stand or even rise or turn.
The bosun spoke in French, offering her to any man with a silver coin. That was all the men it seemed, each digging in pouches and pockets to produce the fee. The bosun collected all into his own pouch, then lined the men to take her in turn.
With rising alarm she struggled against the rope, thrashing against the capstan, strong bared legs pushing and struggling to no effect except to inflame the watching men.
She swore at them in Flemish, words she'd learned from her lover Sorgen during their rough play. The crew clearly knew no Flemish but her meaning was clear. The crew roared with laughter.
The first to take her, had a small cock it seemed. Grabbing her hips and positioning himself behind her, he turned to the onlooking crowd and grinned. But barely begun and suddenly limp, his bit of seed was spent on her buttocks. The men laughed and the bosun pushed him roughly to the deck, shriveled and slack. He lay there, grinning up at his crewmates. She barely knew he had been inside her.
The next man was more sure, more in need. His member was thick and short. He laid himself across her, crushing her ribs into the wooden capstan dome. His breath expelled on her neck.
He smelled of sweat and salt as all sailors do, not unpleasant in other circumstances. Broad barrel chest and muscle-banded arms held her immobile as his wide cock thrust at her pussy and spread her cunt lips. It took an effort to force it inside her, which he easily did as his member was straining and full.
Entering, expanding her vulva then releasing it to contract when he pulled back, she grunted at each of his strokes, breath labored under his weight. His breathing was steady, as fucking her was barely any effort for him. Breath smelled vaguely of port and grog.
Slick with the Captain's cum and her own juice, her cunt quickly became sensitive. Her legs began trembling, her toes curling at the increasing sensation. She struggled to suppress her orgasm, unwilling to release her self to his brutal insistence.
She succeeded until he ejected a sudden spurt. As his semen jetted hot inside her, her legs contorted, lifted off the deck, bending back and jutting skyward, her spasms reflected in her feet which curled and uncurled. Jerking spasmodically, her unwanted release matched his pulse for pulse.
"Mijn God!" burst from her lips unbidden.
The men cheered as he levered himself up and staggered off, clearly pleased with the sexual release and the crowd's approval, cock wet and still proud.
Another man quickly took his place, stepped between her still-twitching legs, dropped his breeches and entered her without delay. She was so slick and open, he penetrated her body without resistance.
Her orgasm was not yet complete from the previous violation, and his intrusion prolonged her convulsions.
He took his time, her cunt quivering with each stroke, exciting him to greater effort. She gasped with each breath, expelling it in a sort of moan.
"Mmmmmah, mmmmaaahh! Ohhhh. Ohhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhgh! Gaaah! G-g-god!!"
Her voicings excited him to his orgasm. He pored out his lust and semen, drenching her insides and overloading her senses. She ceased to feel anything but her sex and his cock, reeling from the pneumatic pumping.
And so it went for some time without pause. At every second or third fucking, some expending themselves in her cunt, some in her asshole, she would feel her orgasm build, then screamed as a man came inside her, her legs spread, her feet clenching.
They barely left her a moment between, anxious to use her as container for their lust and cum. Semen streamed from her body continuously, along with her cries of release. Her perception of the world was reduced to the brutal capstan she was bound against, her over-stimulated sex and the weight of the man currently bucking and thrusting inside her.
One limber bearded man braced himself against the capstan, hefted her at the waist with one arm, then thrust his hand under her body, into her dress. Grabbing at her tits, he kneaded and pulled at her nipples as he thrust.
He fucked first in her ass, then her cunt, then her ass again. The cruel mauling of her breast somehow fueled his lust and hers, and she came with a sudden liquid gush that washed gouts of semen from her body, the accumulation of a dozen men, leaving her whimpering like a women who'd lost her wits.
The man quickly replaced the expelled semen with his own, first in her cunt and then several strokes later, he delivered another gush into her guts. The assembled men gave a sustained cheer as he stood, his member proud and wet, raising his arms like the winner of some contest.
The next man, perhaps a Spaniard with dark hair and complexion, turned around, sat on the deck between her legs, raised his chin and lapped at her greedily. His tongue was unnaturally long and prehensile, snaking along her inner thighs. Her legs clenched his head at the touch, her cunt contracted as if to defend from his advances. But his lips were already nibbling at her cunt lips, his tongue lapping at her sex, his mouth closing on her clitoris and tugging gently. It was maddening.
Switching back to her legs, he ate the cum that dripped down her thighs, then worked his way to suck at her opening. Two fingers spread her lips, his tongue invading her cunt, mouth formed a vacuum on her vulva, pulling at her sex to get every drop of semen from her body.
This stimulated her cunt lips and clitoris to such a degree that she lost control of her bladder. At first she peed in his face, but that soon became an orgasmic spray of female juice. Screaming and gushing three times, each stream weaker than the last, it seemed she emptied every drop of liquid she contained. The crowd laughed as he gagged on her flow, spitting and blinking.
Standing he grinned at the group, his face and chest dripping. Then he bared his cock, turned and thrust into her cunt, her butt still jutting up over the capstan exposing her to everyone.
Fucking her continuously for what seemed an eternity, slick and wet from her gush and a slippery flow from the tip of his cock, finally refilling her cunt with a wet liquid cum. She was beyond screaming, and just endured the spasms of orgasm this drew from her body.
When he was done she lay limp, nearly kneeling, arms bound at full extension over her head, legs splayed awkwardly on the deck. Her knees together, legs shaking and bare toes jabbing at the deck, her hips twisted this way and that with her convulsions.
Next a young crewman, barely shaving, stripped naked for the task, lifted her hips and inserted himself in her still-slimy hole. He began pounding her cunt directly with his pelvis, a staccato rhythm like a running rabbit which paralyzed her from the extreme sensation.
She couldn't move; couldn't even breath, but froze like some marble statue. Her cunt stimulated beyond endurance, ass in the air and legs jutting out obscenely, jerking with each impact, back arched and head craned in a silent scream.
Finally he yelped, jammed himself as deeply into her body as he could and began cumming spasmodically. Jerking her hips around to follow his own orgasm, his cock's pulses matched by his gyrating torso, he deposited his seed deeply into her in a series of frantic outpourings.
He finally collapsed on top of her, spent utterly. Two men had to lift him from her unresisting, his cock popping out of her body still obscenely stiff and dragging ropy strings of jism from her depths, shaft white with gobbets of churned fluids.
The crowd looked on incredulously, suddenly silent. They laid him reverently on his back by the rail, his manhood still pointing upright like a flag pole, bobbing with each heartbeat, jism oozing out of the tip in weak blots and running down to pool in his crotch hair.
It continued: a bull of a man with a small cock; the cook smelling of pork; even a dwarf! with a surprisingly functional prick. Each added their bit to her load of semen and to the shattering of her wits.
When all had had their fill, some twice, one four(!) rounds, the bosun called time. She was unbound, arms lifting again under her shoulders.
Her legs were jelly, her hips massively sore, her crotch red from the punishment, her calves and feet oily from her sex fluids and that of a score of men. She tried to stand but slipped on the deck from all the slime pooled there.
Her captors held her easily like a kitten in their arms. She was carried unresisting to the rail as the other men returned to their work, laughing and talking. One had a mop and bucket, began sluicing the deck of the accumulated sex fluids, washing it to a gutter by the rail where it drained into the sea.
Afraid she would be cast overboard she suddenly found the strength to struggle. The two laughed at her attempts, batting her arms away as she clawed at their faces.
But they were just bringing her to a hatch, where she was carried down steps bodily. A door set into the bow was opened and she was tipped inside, falling on a bundle of coarse cloth. The door closed, the sound of the bolt slamming home, leaving her in complete darkness.
