The women were divided into two groups. The younger girls were lined up for inspection in the center of the ship's deck dressed in the soaked dresses they had been captured in. The older women were struggling against their bindings, trying to pry their wrists lose from the ships railing, cursing at the pirates for their over the age of eighteen daughters' treatment.
Of those seven young women lined up, this is Rachel's story.
Rachel refused to be intimidated by the ruthless pirates. But despite the brave face she put on for the other girls, Rachel knew what the pirates wanted. And even worse, she knew what she looked like. She had always been taller than most girls and her overly ripe body, previously thought to be an asset, would be her downfall now.
The wet dress clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin and the cold air caused her nipples to press against the fabric. She shivered despite herself as she looked around the ship's deck at their captors.
The pirates leaned their impressive frames against the opposite rail of the ship. Arms crossed over their chests, they leered at the captured ladies and whispered smugly to each other. Occasionally one of the men would point his finger at one of the girls or make a crude gesture with his hands. But she couldn't help but notice that none of the men had made any moves toward them since restraining them.
Before Rachel could even complete that thought, the cabin's door swung violently open and man strode into the sunlight. He was shockingly handsome in a rugged way but his fierce expression immediately dispelled any thoughts Rachel might have had about mercy.
"Well well well. What do we have here? Any worth keeping this time?" The man spoke to the group of men lounging against the rail, who immediately snapped to attention.
"Aye Captain, quite a few lookers in this bunch. Except that one on the end" The man Rachel had bit earlier gestured at her in disgust. "She's vicious. We're better off just throwing that bitch overboard." He cradled his hand protectively to his chest and glared daggers at her.
The captain walked towards her and began to slowly circle her, looking her up and down.
"Ah but the challenging ones are the most passionate."
His breath whispered along her neck and she felt his hand trail down her bare arm and grasp her wrist.
"All they need is a little taming. Soon, they'll be giving you the best ride of your life."
He bit her neck gently and his men laughed as she jerked herself out of his embrace. Turning around to face him, Rachel swung her hand up to slap him. He caught her wrist and wrenched it painfully behind her back. Flush against as she was, it was impossible not to feel the bulge that pressed against her stomach or miss the hot flash of lust in his eyes.
Rachel reared her head back and spat in his face. The wetness landed on his chin and the lust in his eyes quickly blazed into anger. His other hand shot out like a whip and wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply.
"Do not mistake me for a kind man. I will take what I want from you despite your pathetic show of resistance. Now I suggest you take that pretty little mouth of yours and clean up the mess you made. And if you ever raise a hand to me again, I swear I will spank that sweet little ass of yours in front of your friends and mother. Then they'll have to watch as I fuck every hole in your body. Is that clear?"
Releasing the strength of his grip by degrees, the captain glared expectantly into Rachel's eyes. Seeing no other option, Rachel stood on her tip toes and licked her saliva from the captain's chin. But as she was about to draw away, he lowered his head and her tongue plunged straight into his mouth.
She gasped in shock and tried to pull her head back. His hand gripped the back of her head as his mouth and tongue wreaked havoc on senses. She had never experienced anything like this before. She was completely consumed with the smell, taste, and feel of his mouth and hands.
His hands wandered possessively over her body, leaving fire and heat in their wake. His hand grazed her breast and cupped the weight in his palm. The whistles and cheers from his men broke Rachel's daze and she pushed at his chest and began to struggle. His laughter at her attempts infuriated her and without thinking she bit his lip and tasted blood.
Her bite momentarily shocked him into releasing her and she took every advantage and turned and ran for her life. She got maybe three steps when with a tremendous roar the captain grabbed her hair and yanked her to the floor. Catching herself on her hands and knees, Rachel looked up at the terrifying figure the Captain presented. Clad in snug leather breeches, she could see his hard shaft outlined from groin to hip. She smirked with satisfaction that there was blood on his bottom lip and mouth.
Her smirk seemed to enrage him further.
"I warned you about what would happen."
He wiped the blood from his lip and began to untie the belt to his pants.
