It was a terrible night. Cannons were shooting fire every ten minutes. Huge waves were playing with Her Majesty Ship like a bottle. We couldn't last long. The pirates climbed our deck and slaughtered every fighting soul on the ship. Why didn't they kill me? Well... I was not a fighter. I was a scholar. And maybe they thought I was amusing when they found me hiding and trembling inside a storage room!
They bound my hands behind my back and took me to their ship. Wet and cold to the bones, I was wondering what terrible fate was waiting for me. Looking at their grim faces, I knew it would not be fun at all. They were waiting for their captain to decide on my fate.
A door snapped open suddenly, when all pirates stopped talking in fear and anticipation. It was then when I first saw her. Walking on the deck with her confident steps, she filled her men with awe and respect. She had a long red hair and beautiful face. Her nose was sharp. Her eyes were as blue and deep as the oceans she saw. She was wearing a red jacket and black tight pants. A long sharp sword was hanging on her waist. Her breasts under a cassimere white shirt were large and proud. What struck me the most, she looked really young among her men.
"Jack, how many men did we loose?"
"Only two m'am."
"Do I need to ask you so you can figure out I wanna know their names?"
"I beg your pardon ma'am!"
"Tell me their names, dull-head."
"Marcus blue-hand and Joseph no-foot, ma'am."
"May God bless their souls and sharks eat their bones."
"Amen."
I was amused by this funny conversation and how this huge man was trembling in front of this hot chick, when all of a sudden she turned towards me.
"And who is this man?"
"We found him hiding between the food packs. What do you want to do with him Captain Joanne?"
"What is your name, boy?"
Boy! Look who is talking. Anyways, I was not in a good position to answer back her insult.
"Mark. Mark Green."
"What do you do for living?"
"I'm a scholar, ma'am"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Reading and traveling to gain more knowledge"
"Is this a job? What a spoiled brat! And how do you gain money from that?"
"Her Majesty the queen pays me some money."
"Oh God. You heard this Jack? The queen pays him money so he can drag his lazy ass reading and wandering around."
"Why don't you send me captain to her Majesty so I can apply for a scholarship?"
All pirates were laughing after Jack's silly joke. They quitted their laughter when their master asked me again:
"Do you know how to wash clothes and clean the rooms?"
"No. But I can learn."
"You ought to if you wanna live. This is your new job, boy."
* * * *
Next day, Jack took me to a small room in the basement. He gave me a piece of soap and showed me two baskets filled with dirty clothes.
"You know how to wash clothes Mark?"
"Rubbing them with soap I guess!"
"Then, you better rub them hard. The last lad was thrown into sea when he didn't do his job properly."
When he left, I overturned one of the baskets to cast its load on the floor. Immediately, I spotted something wrong, out of place, as a flower thrown between the garbage. Above a heap of dirty, smelly shirts and torn trousers, there was a small blue teddy bear. A teddy bear on pink cotton. My heart started beating forcefully with excitement. I closed the door and reached down to pick up this small piece of cotton. And it was a pair of panties. Girlish panties. The ones young schoolgirls wear under their short skirts. They were the captain's panties (I was sure because she was the only woman on board). I couldn't believe my eyes. How come, this strong, stern woman wears this kind of girlish panties?
I sneaked inside many ladies' rooms in the royal palace to take a peek inside their panty drawer in my boyhood. I would always find all kinds of lyrca and nylon undies belonging to those Victorian ladies, but I never found something like this in their drawers. A teddy bear, cotton panty for a woman in her thirties?
What was she thinking, when she put this delicate evidence of her femininity inside a basket full with men clothes. Didn't she consider what any pirate would think after seeing her panties? The panties that were covering his captain's pussy!
I had an erection with these thoughts. I moved to a small window under the sunlight to examine the captain's panties. They were small and delicate between my large fingers. I unfolded the panties to examine the inner side. There was a faint stain on the crotch. The exact area which was touching her forbidden area. I buried my face in the crotch and took a deep sniff. I felt in heaven. The faint, distinct aroma of a pussy was there. The cotton was so smooth and comforting on my face. I couldn't take it anymore. I unzipped my pants and wrapped my straining erection with her small panties and started rubbing it. I had one of the greatest cums in my life. I needed to wash the clothes for hours to clean them from my sticky cum.
* * * *
I entered the captain's room holding a broom and a kit. When I was sure no body was in the passageway, I closed the door. Throwing the kit and broom aside, I started opening and closing her wooden drawers. I can't describe my excitement when I found the right one. Pulling a small drawer despite the creaky sound of oak wood, a feast of colorful cotton was waiting for me. There were six or seven panties, all cotton, in different kinds of colors. One of them was a white, cotton panty with red, small hearts. Another one was blue with a large yellow duck on its front panel. There was a sweet, feminine perfume coming from them mixed with heavy smell of old wood. I striped down out of my clothes and carried the panties to her bed. Lying there on her large bed, I stuffed a panty between my butts, wrapped the one with a duck around my dick, smothered my face in a third one and covered my hairy chest and tummy with the remaining panties. I was in heaven. Feeling her smooth underwear around my organs and skin, it was indescribable. When I felt the familiar strong surge of near coming, I remembered I was lying on her bed. I tried to stop my shots with her panties, with no success. When I finished cuming, I was lying breathless on her bed, with a lake of sticky cum around my legs, her duck panty completely covered with semen and the hearts panty was still stuffed between my butts.
The door was shoved suddenly open;
"What the hell are you doing on my bed?"
* * * *
I struggled to hide her panties behind my back. The duck panty fell down on the floor covered with sticky cum. I was hopeless.
"You shameless bastard, how do you dare searching my private things?"
Her panty drawer was pulled out, open and empty. I was sitting on her bed naked with one of her panties between my legs. She pulled her long sword out of its scabbard and pushed its piercing end against my chest.
"Get up from my bed."
