She could not lie to herself about the blush that had crept up from her chest and into her cheeks, nor could she deny the evidence of her arousal on his fingers. She gripped the pole behind her and tried desperately to bring her mind back into focus.
The weaponry wall was to her right, and she knew it was too far away. His desk was behind her, and while it might hold something useful, it was also too far for her to reach.
Straightening up, she took a step towards him, biting her lip. Letting go of the pole, she gestured her sign for him and continued to close the gap, lifting her hands to his shoulders. She demurely cast her cast her gaze down when her eyes accidentally crossed his appraising glance.
With one trembling hand, she took off his hat, and threw it to the bed, then moved to his jacket, using both hands to shrug it off him and place it next to his hat, walking around him in the process.
He stood still as she did this, only moving as much as to allow his clothing to be removed.
She used her hands to playfully wrap around his torso from behind, taking the opportunity to feel his chest. She trembled, but continued to explore, never having had the chance to feel a man like this before, and she had to admit, his hard body was doing nothing to help the wetness between her legs.
Still standing behind him, she slipped one hand lower, trailing down to where she had seen his erect cock.
One quick movement and her hand was on the hilt of his sword, but his was faster, gripping her wrist in a vice.
Turning slowly, he chuckled, "Too good to be true my little siren. But since you are so eager to explore, who am I to stop you?"
She struggled against him, silently screaming, and wrenching her arm in a rage.
She found herself suddenly facing the ground with her arm painfully behind her. One swift slap to her bottom quieted her mind from any thoughts of freeing herself. She was completely at his mercy in this position, feeling like her arm would break at any moment.
"CAPTAIN, SAILS IN SIGHT!"
"To be continued, pet."
He walked her, ass in the air as she still faced the floor back to the pole, chaining her collar to it and leaving her panting and rolling her shoulder out of the pain it was in.
Walking confidently out of his cabin and to the helm, he raised his spyglass to where Toad was pointing. He grinned. It was fellow pirate, Captain Tiranius, and he was always a welcomed sight on the horizon.
"Drinks tonight, boys!"
**
Alone in the Captain's quarters, naked and chained to the pole, she used the time alone to calm down. It was difficult. Even though her breathing was beginning quiet, she could not seem to get rid of the lingering nagging feeling between her legs that something was unfinished. What she did not realize in her naivete was that thinking more about it was making it worse. Poor little mouse.
She heard some cheering above the deck and hoped that whatever was worth cheering about would leave her in her own company for a while. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slight friction as a balm to the nagging feeling. Ugh, but it wasn't enough, she soon admitted to herself. Tentatively, she brought one of her free hands down to her sex. If a little thigh friction could help, maybe a hand could do much more... and the Captain's experienced hands had shown her exactly where to go during his first exploration of her body.
It did not take her long to find her clit, where the Captain had played with it before. Gasping and moving her hand quickly she rocked at the intense sensation. She knew she was close to something but did not know what. Moving down again, she played gently; rolling and rubbing the soft flesh there as she worked herself into a small frenzy.
It built within her, a heat from her core that made her inexperienced hand rub faster. The wetness from her dripping pussy naturally coated her fingers as she explored further down, but she kept going back up to her throbbing clit.
Such a natural, primal thing to explore to finishing, and like so many innocent women before her, she built herself up and up towards a peak of pleasure. Throwing her head back, she felt a silent groan like she had never felt before leaving her throat, as the pleasure washed over her whole body. Her fingers slowed their motions as she felt the pleasure eb and the sensitivity of her clit grow closer to pain than pleasure, and soon she was simply slumped against the pole, exhausted from her first orgasm.
Shame rolled through her. Only an animal would allow itself such pleasure in a situation like this. But there was a small rebellious part of her that was thrilled with herself.
She did not have long to reflect on this, as she heard shouting above her. It sounded louder than usual, and there was thudding and hollering. What on earth could be going on above? Had they approached the other ship? Were they preparing to sink another? Fear started to grip her. If they lost, and she was tied to this pole, she would sink with this ship. Or perhaps it was her salvation. Looking around, she realized there was nothing within reach for her to use; she could only listen and wait.
**
Captain Tiranius was a portly fellow, and his case, his stature boasted of his fun-loving nature. Despite the fact that his gut hung over his belt, and his nose was large and red, he always seemed to have no trouble with the local wenches whenever he and the Captain had chanced run into each other during their adventures on land to their favorite pubs. He was always a laugh, and he still managed to be a fearsome pirate if you managed to be on the wrong side of his cannons. 20 years in the military made him a formidable strategist, and his expertise made Captain Tiranius a valued companion.
The Captain welcomed the crew of Captain Tiranius aboard with much fanfare! His men made mocking solutes to him, and he always replied "At your ease, fine gentlemen! If ye solute me again, I'll march you right off the gang plank!" The men laughed and began shaking hands with the crew mates of the other ship, many of whom were long friends.
