Jennifer cringed back against the rough-timbered wall of the ship's claustrophobic cabin. The grinning, bronze-skinned barbarian advanced upon her in quick, sure strides, his immense, thick-muscled bulk blocking any possible escape routes. Crouching like a stalking predator, he nearly salivated as his eyes took in each of Jennifer's supple charms, cataloguing them for future plundering.
Jennifer yelped as the sweating brute lunged suddenly, quickly covering the remaining distance between them. His palms and fingers dug into the aged wood on either side of her, giving her little leeway for movement of any kind. His rock hard torso pressed against her, pinning her to the wall. His chest heaved with lust, his eyes glistened with desire. His hot breath washed down over her like volcanic mist as he spoke.
"Now, pretty strumpet, you belong to Brom!" he snarled, grabbing her by the hair and tugging her head to one side so his lips could viciously maul hers. Pressing his body tightly against hers, he invaded her mouth with his probing tongue. He sucked the oxygen from her lungs in his urgency to have his mouth explore hers.
"Get off her, you wretched mongrel!" came a booming voice from the far off doorway.
Brom whirled, growling his displeasure at having his dalliance interrupted. "And what if I don't, you puny ant? This wench is MINE! Begone, little man, before I slice off that inchworm cock of yours and shove it up your arse!" He turned back to the cowering Jennifer, his every pore again oozing lust.
As the would-be hero advanced upon Brom from behind, Jennifer suddenly recognized him. It was Stephen, her ex-husband, still, apparently, just as much of a dick as ever. She knew this wasn't going to turn out well for him. And, as expected, it did not.
"Unhand her, I said! Remove your filthy hands..." the words trailed off into a sickening, choked gurgle, as blood filled Stephen's throat and lungs.
In the space of three short seconds, Brom had reached down into his boot, removed from it a thick hunting knife with a twelve inch blade, and snapped his knife-wielding arm back so quickly that Jennifer's eyes couldn't even focus on it - all the while his leering eyes never wavering their greedy vigilance on Jennifer's heaving bosom. Even without looking, his aim had been true. The unfortunate Stephen was pinned by the neck to the far wall, his dulling eyes - like his silenced mouth - no longer refuting Brom's right to have his way with Jennifer. All the would-be hero could do now was twitch briefly and then sway with the rocking movement of the creaking ship.
"Stephen, you ass!" Jennifer screeched at her swaying ex, "What the hell are YOU doing here? You never COULD keep your nose out of other people's business, could you? Now see where it's gotten you, you arrogant, stupid..." Again, words were cut off, this time by Brom's lips rather than his blade. His tongue again invaded her mouth, licking all around inside it, his lips fused against hers. His eager hands each roughly fondled a cloth-covered breast, squeezing and mauling the yielding pair as savagely as his lips mauled her mouth.
"Ahhh, you WANT Brom, don't you, wench?" the barbarian panted, reluctantly taking his mouth off of her for only a moment. "You want him inside you. You lust for him as he lusts for you. Is this not so?"
Not waiting for an answer, Brom leaned back and eyed Jennifer madly, eyes ablaze, nostrils flaring. Holding her by the neck against the wall, his other huge hand clutched the front of her blouse at the center of her cleavage and tugged ferociously. The fabric vaporized in his strong fingers, leaving her bare, bouncing breasts as but playthings for him to fondle and feast upon as he pleased. Jennifer swooned.
Brom lifted her off the floor, his slurping face buried in her chest as he carried her in his muscular arms. He took but a few steps and then tossed her like a rag doll. She sailed through briny air and landed on the unfortunate, now headless captain's small cot, flailing and trying to recover her senses. Snorting his lust, Brom was back on her in a flash.
He didn't bother to untie the rope belt about her pants. He simply tore at it with manic fingers, easily tearing it free of the front belt loops until her pants were loose enough for removal. He then grabbed her pants by the waist and heaved upward, flipping Jennifer upside-down in the process, and yanked her off the bed with her legs kicking at empty air. He tugged on and shook and snarled and cursed at those pants, soon feeling the fabric give way to his wanton desire. They tore, they split - then they, too, vaporized in his hands. He ripped them to shreds in his haste to remove them from his squealing captive. Having defeated the much tougher pants, the flimsy panties were no match for his eager hands. One grasp and but a single tug, and Jennifer's soft bottom and moist flower were his for the taking.
Naked and shivering on the tiny cot, Jennifer watched in horror as the sweating animal tore off his own loincloth. As it was the only clothing he wore at the moment - aside from his blade-concealing boots - that one quick, decisive act left him as savagely naked as was necessary to ravage the vulnerable Jennifer. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the long, thick muscle that had thus been given its freedom. Easily as long as a blacksmith's hammer and as thick as a Hungarian sausage, it appeared angry, and starving for woman flesh - hers!
"Now," the barbarian sneered, wiping drool from his chin, "now Brom fuck you like a whore! Brom show you what a real cock can do, what true pleasure is, not like that puny insect, Stephen."
He was on Jennifer in an instant. His hands had her by the ankles with her legs spread wide. He bent her long legs upward, over her head, putting his weight on her thighs and calves as he prepared to enter her. She screamed, struggled mightily, but to no avail. Brom had her pinned yet again beneath his considerable weight.