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A Fine Booty - An erotic story

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A Fine Booty
Chapter one - A Captain's Share

It was nearing dusk and there were thick grey clouds in the sky, making it darker than it should have been. The ocean was quiet, gently rocking the large ship, it's wood creaking as it rolled on the waves.

He was leaning against the door-frame of the darkened doorway that lead to the captains quarters, eating a green apple. It had been a few weeks since he had one so tasty. Tangy, sweet and crisp, all in one bite.

His first mate was standing outside on the deck, close to the door, with their arms folded. The rest of the pirate ship's crew were bringing out the booty that they had... acquired recently, from a nearby port. A pirate stood next to each one, to make sure they didn't try to go anywhere.

He pushed himself off the door-frame and walked out on to the deck. His first mate strolled along after him, staying close behind.

"Aye, they do be fine lookin' lasses,” Captain Bart Roberts said to his first mate as he inspected the young women that his men had taken during their raid on a small Caribbean port town. “Most of 'em anyways,” he added.
As he took a closer look at the girls, he noticed there were plenty of pretty girls in amongst them for sure, but there were bound to be ones that he, or his crew, had no interest in. No point in keeping those aboard, they would only be extra mouths to feed.

The young women were scared; and with good reason. 'Black Bart' Roberts, as he was referred to in whispered conversations in the shadows of alleys and taverns, had the fiercest crew of pirates to sail the seas in decades. The sight of Bart's Jolly Roger flying above the rigging of his flagship, the Fortune, was enough to turn even the most seasoned sailor's blood to ice. Usually, the sight of his flag alone was enough to have ships hand over their cargo without a fight.

Bart stood out from the other pirates on the seas, due to the flamboyant clothing he often wore. It wasn't the usual, dirty and worn-out clothes that other pirates were often seen wearing. His clothes were usually clean and brightly coloured. Well, brighter than what most other pirates wore.

He was dressed in a sky blue coat that had gold embroidery on the lapels and cuffs. He had a white shirt on, one that was typical of the time, tucked into a pair of beige breeches. His boots were black leather with silver trim on sides, which matched his tricon hat; black with silver trim. The only other black he wore was his beard. It was neat and well kept, not too bushy, matching the rest of his look. His grin revealed teeth that weren't crooked or anything that one might expect from the average pirate.

But it wasn't really anything about his appearance that made this man feared. No; it was his eyes. His steely blue gaze had a way of striking fear into people. Maybe it was because his eyes didn't seem to belong to a man that had such a colourful appearance.

Despite that colourful appearance, he and his crew had a dark reputation; a reputation for plundering, pillaging and raping. Especially the raping. The women they had captured this time were a fine bunch indeed. Many of them were only just old enough to marry; but since when has that sort of thing ever bothered a pirate?

Black Bart was walking along the row of kneeling young women, his hands behind his back. He paused, appraising the young women in front of him. He leaned down and grabbed her by her chin, making her squeak. He moved her head around roughly, getting a good look at her. “Meh, the crew can 'ave that one,” he said, pushing her head away from him as he let go of her chin.

“No pleas-” the woman gurgled as she was cut short by the arm of a pirate tightening around her neck. The pirate had been standing behind her, holding her still for inspection. He lifted her up and took her inside the crews quarters. Some of the crew followed the large pirate, who carried the woman inside. Their laughing and jeering was unnerving for the remaining young women.

The remaining young women all had their eyes down, trying not to attract attention. Occasionally, they glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes. They didn't know what would be worse; being given to the crew, or being kept for the captain, given his reputation.

The next woman in line had her head down, her face shaded by a bonnet she was wearing. She didn't look all that appealing to Bart, a little too old for his liking maybe... He whipped the bonnet off the woman. “Jus' as I thought; toss the old hag.”

The old woman cried out, possibly to bargain with the pirate, but her cries were quickly muffled by the burly, black pirate that was standing behind her. The pirate put his other arm around her waist, trapping her arms at her sides, as he lifted her up.

She was kicking and twisting with no success. The rest of the crew cheered as the pirate dragged her over to the railing. He tipped the woman over the side of the ship, letting her go. Her screams were no longer muffled as she fell towards the water. Her cries cut off as she hit the water with a splash; then started again after a few moments when she resurfaced.

The pirate crew laughed cruelly, joking with each other about the poor woman's fate. The young woman that had been kneeling beside her started to sob quietly.

Intrigued, Bart leaned down and lifted the young woman's chin to make her look him in the eye. “Now why do ya be cryin', missy?” He laughed in the girls face. She was a pretty girl, but quite young.

“That was my - my mother,” sobbed the young woman, glancing at the railing where her mother had been tossed overboard.

“Oh, surely tha' ol' hag were too old to be yer ma? How old are ya?” Bart asked.

“I'm only -” she said as she sobbed.

“She's just a girl, let her go!” said a young woman on the other side of her, interrupting her.

Bart's head snapped around quickly when he heard the voice. He met the older girl's gaze. She found herself drawing back from him, her bravery fading fast under that gaze.

Bart stared at the older girl for a moment, then burst into laughter, throwing his head back. “She's just a girl, let 'er go,” he said in a mocking voice which made the crew laugh.

Bart looked back at the rest of the crew and laughed boisterously, “Looks like we got us a fresh one maties!” The rest of the crew joined in laughing with him. Bart straightened up, “Take 'er to me cabin,” he said to the pirate behind the younger woman, and took a few steps over to stand in front of the older one who interrupted her.

The large pirate standing behind the younger girl grabbed her by the back of her dress, pulling her up so he could put his arms around her without leaning down to much.

“Hey, let me go!” the younger girl said, throwing her arms about to make the pirate lose hold. She screamed out as he easily overpowered her, wrapping his other arm around her waist and lifting her up as if she weighed nothing.
She screamed as loud as she could, the other pirates who were standing around chuckled. But they didn't have the ear piercing scream only a foot from their ears. The pirate holding her put one of his hands over her mouth, muffling her screams.

Now the large pirate holding the younger girl laughed. But not for long.

“Ouch! You little bitch!” the pirate shouted as he pulled his hand off her mouth, shaking it. The onlooking pirates roared with laughter at his misfortune. “I'll teach you to bite me,” he said as he disappeared inside the dark doorway leading to Bart's cabin.

The girl struggled in the burly pirate's arms, but she was no match for the pirate. She was still yelling at the pirate telling him to let her go, and kicking her legs about. Bart chuckled as the pirate and the girl disappeared into the darkness of the cabin. “I likes a bit of spirit in 'em,” he said.

The young woman that was next to the girl that just been hauled off looked up at Bart and pleaded, “Let her go! She's just a girl!”

Bart leaned forward slightly, getting a better look at her. “You be almost as pretty as 'er,” he said, appraising the girl. He stretched out his arm to tilt her chin upward, but she pulled back to avoid it. He chuckled and grabbed her by the chin, lifting her face up and looking into her eyes.

“She's my sister,” she said quietly, averting her eyes to avoid his gaze.

Bart threw his head back for a burst of laughter. The laughter was echoed by the rest of the crew. “How do ya like that, two for the price o' one,” bellowed Bart. “Take 'er to me cabin too,” he said. She was dragged off, with just as much kicking and screaming as the other girl, to the same fate as her sister.

He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture at the crew, “The rest o' them be yours, mates.” The crew cheered and the women shrieked as the were dragged into the crew's quarters. Some were carried, some were dragged by an arm or a leg and some were dragged by their hair.

“This'll be a fun night, Bart,” his first mate, Read, said to him, grinning.

Bart laughed with Read. “I do think you be right on that one,” he said, clapping his first mate on the shoulder, and wrapping his arm around Read as they walked towards the cabin.

“That young one looked like she had a nice pair of lips,” said Read. They both laughed as the walked into the captain's quarters.

The captain's cabin was spacious; for a room on a ship anyway. Being on the bow of the ship, all four sides of the cabin were at ninety degree angles. Even though the sun was still just above the horizon, the cabin was quite dark. An oil lamp had been hung on a hook on the port-side wall of the cabin, over the round table that had been pushed to one side by the other pirates who carried the young women in. The lamp cast dancing shadows, leaving the corners of the starboard side cloaked in shadows.

“Right you lot, clear off,” he said to the two pirates that had carried the unfortunate young women into his cabin. They had put both of the girls in manacles on the back wall of the cabin.

“Aye sir,” they mumbled as they shuffled out of the cabin, heading to the crew quarters to join in the fun with the other pirates.


Chapter two - First Thing's First

“Well Read, lass, who should we do first?” he asked his first mate as he closed the cabin door behind the pirates. There was a click as the bolt on the door slid into place. Read was actually a woman, not a man; unbeknownst to the rest of the crew.

Mary Read was her name. Bart had accepted her into his crew despite her being a woman.

Or perhaps because she was a woman. Having a woman on board that only he knew about, when spending months at a time out at sea, did have its benefits.

Read took her hat off and shook her head. Her hair fall down around her shoulders. “I think we should get a look at them first,” she said, flashing a smile at Bart.

Bart and Mary eyed the captives. Their hands were raised above their heads. The older girl was looking at them defiantly, but her younger sister was looking downward, still sobbing slightly, tears trickling down her face.
Bart drew a large, sharp knife from his belt. “I think you do be right on that one,” he said to Mary as he strode over to where the older girl was chained, her hands raised above her head.

Both of the girls were eyeing the wicked knife that he was brandishing. “No, please,” the older sister said, almost starting to cry.

He suddenly thrust the knife at the girl, who cried out and turned her head away. She thought she was dead for sure... But she hadn't felt anything. Then she felt it.

Her dress was sliding off her; he'd cut the dress, not her. She shrugged her shoulders in an effort to keep it up, but that just had the opposite effect and it slid further off. She could feel her cheeks starting to grow hot as her dress slid off her.

Bart used the blade of the knife to slide the dress off her shoulder. It fell away exposing one of her breasts. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, capped with a small, dark nipple. Bart grinned wickedly at her as he reached out with his other hand, giving her breast a squeeze, and then pinched her nipple.

She tried to move her body back to stop him from touching her, even though she knew it would do no good. She closed her eyes and groaned, turning her head to the side as Bart fondled her breast. Bart laughed and pushed the other half of the dress off her, revealing her other breast.

“Look at them titties Mary. I've not seen the like in a while,” Bart laughed. The older girl blushed deeply. She had never let a man see her before, she was only barely a woman. “Hold still lass,” he said jokingly to the older girl.
He gave a small chuckle at his own joke as he cut away the dress and her undergarments, leaving the girl in the nude, manacled to the wall, arms above her. She was a beautiful young woman, with a perfect hour-glass shape. Her hips were not too narrow, and not too wide, followed by creamy white thighs that probably had never been seen by a man until now. And between her thighs, a small patch of short, dark, curly hair.

Bart grinned as he drank in the sight of her and ran the tip of the blade down the her side. He traced the tip down her ribs, over her hips and down her thigh.

The touch of the cold metal made the young woman gasp and move her body away from the sharp blade. She thought he was going to cut her with it. She had squeezed her eyes shut and had a frustrated expression on her face. She was blushing even more now, and almost sobbing.

He ran the tip of the knife across the girls thigh, moving it towards the small patch of short, dark brown hair between her legs. She was quivering, looking down at the knife between her legs. Bart ran the knife over her pussy, shaving some of the hair off. She gasped with fright as the knife scraped against the sensitive skin of her nether lips. It was so hard to stop her self from jerking away from the blade, but she was so scared that it might cut her if she did.

Bart straightened up, laughing at the girl. She buried her head in the crook of her elbow and sobbed quietly. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life. Bart moved up close to her and pressed her up against the wall. He pressed the blade against her throat.

She gasped. A tear ran down her cheek. He pressed the blade against her so hard that she thought he was going to cut her throat at any moment. She didn't want to die like this.

Bart stepped back from the girl and then took the knife away from her throat. She exhaled with relief, slumping against the wall.

“We scored a fine booty for sure,” Bart laughed as he looked over his shoulder at Mary.

Mary had taken off her baggy clothes she used to disguise herself out on the deck, while she watched Bart torment the poor young woman. Mary was still wearing tight fitting breeches, a white shirt that was unbuttoned and knee high brown leather boots.

She reclined in the wooden chair next to the table; her legs were opened wide and one arm rested on the round table that had been pushed to one side to make room for their fun. She laughed with Bart. “A fine booty indeed, I hope her sister is as lovely under the dress as she is,” she said, looking at the other young woman that still had her clothes on.

Bart grinned back at Mary. “Let's find out,” he said, laughing. He held up the glinting blade and turned back to give an evil grin to the younger girl. He laughed as he moved over to her and started to slice the younger girl's dress off. “Hold still, little missy. Wouldn't wanna cut ya,” he laughed.


Chapter three - A Closer Look

“No! Please!” the younger girl sobbed. She twisted in her bonds and tried to get as far away from the knife as possible, which wasn't very far at all.

“No! Leave her alone!” her older sister yelled at Bart as he started cut the younger girl's clothes off. Bart looked at the older girl, and the two pirates just laughed at her as she struggled against her chains, trying to get at Bart.
The younger girl had brown curly hair that hung down past her shoulders. Bart grabbed the girl by her hair and she let out one small sob, with a tear rolling down her cheek. He trailed the tip of the knife down the girls cheek, following the tear down her face. The young girl tensed, clenching her eyes shut fearing the worst as she held her breath. Bart's knife travelled down her neck. This made her flinch. Bart laughed at the girl.

He pulled her head back, making her wince and whimper slightly. He stuck the knife down her the front of her dress, between her breasts. He moved the knife forward slowly, slicing the laces away. The bodice of her dress popped open slowly as each lace was cut. “Now lil' missy, where're those lil' titties of yers hidin',” Bart chuckled. He let go of her hair and pushed the young woman's dress open. He rubbed his hand across her small breasts and pinched one of her nipples.

She blushed at Bart's put-down. She wasn't as curvy as her sister, and was usually envious of all the attention she got from men. She whimpered and inhaled sharply as Bart pinched and twisted her other nipple. She groaned as she tried to twist her body away from his hand. “Ow, ow, please...” she said, as she tried to pull away, but all that did was stretch her nipple out more.

Bart laughed at the girl. He pinched her nipple harder and enjoyed her squirming. He sliced both of the shoulders of her dress and her petty-coats. They slid right off, as the young woman didn't really have any curves to stop them from sliding to the floor.

She bushed crimson when she felt the cool air on her skin. She squeezed her eyes closed tight. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this embarrassed.

She raised one knee, crossing it in front of her thigh to try cover her pussy. Bart grabbed her knee and push it back down. “There'll be none of that, lass,” he said. “Look 'ere, no hair on her little pussy,” he laughed as he slapped the girl between her legs, making the her yelp as she jumped slightly. He kept his hand on her pussy, rubbing it.
Mary leaned back on the chair, laughing, “She really is a fresh one!”

“And little sobber here, feels like she's gonna be nice and tight,” said Bart as he fingered the girl's tight hole. The young girl closed her eyes tight and turned her head to the side. She tried moving her hips to get away from Bart's hand, but it was no use. She started to sob quietly again.

Her sister kicked at Bart, but he was to far away. “Leave her alone! Her name's not 'sobber', it's Elizabeth,” she said through gritted teeth.

Bart laughed, looking at the older sister. He took his hand away from Elizabeth's pussy. “Oh, so ya both have names, do ya?” Bart joked. “And what's yer's missy?” he asked the older girl, looking her directly in the eye.
She started to shrink back under his gaze, “V-Victoria,” she stammered. She blushed as she felt his eyes wondering over her body. She tried to hide her face behind her arms.

“Well miss Victoria,” he said her name mockingly, “tell yer sister t' play along, and we promise not to hurt ya's.” Bart barked a laughed at Victoria, then turned back to Elizabeth. “Course, we could be lyin',” he said, flashing a grin at Elizabeth.

Bart looked back over his shoulder to Mary. “Toss me the key,” Bart said. He tossed his knife on to the table and held out his hand. Mary grabbed the key off the table and threw it to him. He caught the key and reached up, unlocking the manacles around Elizabeth's wrists.

He held onto her wrists as he unshackled her. He shoved her up against the wooden wall of the cabin, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. Bart pinned the girl's wrists against the wall. Her head was turned to the side and she was gasping for air. Bart's face was just inches away from hers, sneering at her. “Are ya gonna be a good girl for us, Elizabeth?” Bart asked, sneering her name.

“Yes!” Elizabeth cried out, sobbing. Her head was still turned to the side and her eyes squeezed closed.
“No, please!” Victoria said to Bart, pulling against her chains. “Let her go, she's just a girl!” A tear rolled down her cheek as Bart seemingly ignored her.

Mary had stopped swinging on her chair by this time, all four legs were back on the ground. She had one hand inside the waistband of her breeches, rubbing her pussy. She loved watching Bart getting rough with the girls they captured. She liked getting rough with them too; almost as much as she loved Bart being rough with her. She pursed her lips together as she rubbed her pussy faster, watching Bart torment the young girl.

Bart had pushed the young girl down on her knees in front of him. He had a handful of her hair in his hand. Elizabeth was rubbing the tears out of her eyes with her hands. Bart turned to the side, looking over at Mary in the chair. Leaning back slightly so that Mary could see the girl on her knees in front of him. He laughed, saying, “Ain't she just the perfect picture of a lil' cocksucker?”

“Oh Bart, I bet those lips have done naughtier things than that before,” Mary said, giggling.

Bart yanked Elizabeth's head back by her hair. The girl whimpered, looking up at him as he looked down at her, grinning. She started sobbing again. Bart used his other hand to back hand the girl hard across the face. This made Elizabeth gasp in pain, and raise her hand to her face. “Quit your blubberin', or I'll really give ya somethin' to cry about!”

Elizabeth stopped her sobbing, but tears were still running down her cheeks, silently. “Y-yes sir,” she said in a shaky voice. She moved her arm back down to lay across her small breasts, covering her nipples that were getting hard. Despite her fear and embarrassment, she could feel a warmth between her legs, that was getting hotter every second.
“Now missy, if ya don't want another one, open wide,” he said, moving his hand toward his belt. He unbuckled his belt and let it hang free in the belt loops of his breeches.

Elizabeth opened her mouth timidly. Her gaze wandered down to the bulge in his pants. Her fear was slowly ebbing away as it was replaced by other feelings that she thought she would never have at a time like this. Having this pirate's crotch in front of her face like this only served to make her hotter than before.

“No!” shrieked Victoria, twisting and pulling against her chains. “She's just a girl!” Bart's head whipped up, looking Victoria in the eye. “I... I'll do it,” she finished quietly, her courage evaporating under Bart's stare. She tried to hide nakedness from his gaze again.

“You wanna suck my cock instead, eh?” Bart asked.

Victoria tried to get her courage back, but only ended up just blushing even more. Bravery was a hard thing for her to muster when she was at the mercy of one of the cruellest pirates alive. And naked.

Victoria pursed her lips together and looked down at the deck. She had often fantasised about this sort of thing when she was in bed at night. She knew it was wrong to touch herself like that, but she couldn't help it. Her face felt like it was on fire; and her pussy did too.

“Right,” said Bart, taking her silence to mean she was backing down, “keep yer trap shut then.” He turned back to Elizabeth. He used his hand in the girl's hair to tilt her head back. Elizabeth opened her mouth again, waiting. He pulled his breeches down, getting ready to pull his cock out.

“No!” Victoria cried again. Bart's head snapped around to look at the girl giving her a dark look. This made her shrink away from his gaze again. “I'll do it,” she said quietly.

“You'll do what, missy?” Bart asked her in quiet and ominous voice.

“Instead of her,” Victoria said a little louder.

Bart straightened up. His hand still holding Elizabeth's hair, pulling on it slightly making the girl wince. “You'll do what?” Bart asked again. “Say it,” he said sternly after she said nothing for a moment.

“S-suck your... cock,” she finally said, almost whispering. She felt so humiliated at having to say that word.
She had thought about doing that often, and it excited her. But she was a good girl, and that just wasn't what good girls did. She had always tried to be good at least. Even if she couldn't help herself sometimes.

Bart laughed at Victoria. “Will ya now? Ya really gonna do it this time, or are ya just sayin' to save yer lil' sis?” Bart said. The wild look in his eyes made Victoria want to hide herself again.

Victoria nodded her head, keeping her eyes on the ground. She felt ashamed that she was so excited.

Bart pulled Elizabeth up by her hair. She got up quickly, making a few noises indicating that it hurt her. Bart grinned at that. He shoved the young girl down in front of Mary. “Hold on to 'er,” he said.

“Aye sir,” Mary said grinning with enthusiasm, “it'll be my pleasure.” Bart and Mary both laughed. The frightened girl just looked down at the deck. Mary grabbed Elizabeth's hair, making her gasp and wince. Mary's fingers were rubbing her pussy faster. “I've been waiting to feel those lips,” she moaned. She pulled Elizabeth closer to her.

Bart turned around and went over to Victoria. She edged away from him, but he grabbed both her wrists with one hand and pulled the belt out of his breeches with the other. He looped the belt around Victoria's wrists and then unlocked the manacles. She was unchained, but her hands were now bound with the belt. She was really at the mercy of Bart now.
Bart pushed Victoria to her knees, holding her hands above her head still. With his other hand, Bart pulled his breeches down. His large cock was just inches from the kneeling girl's face. “Open up, missy,” Bart said to Victoria.
Victoria couldn't take her eyes of Bart's cock. She licked her lips staring at his cock. This was the first one she'd ever seen up this close before. She could feel the fire in her cheeks and the fire in her pussy. All she could do was stare.

“Well, what're ya waitin' fer?” Bart asked her. He took his cock in his hand and he slapped it against Victoria's face. This snapped her out of her trance. “Suck it, wench!”

Victoria found herself taking the pirate's large cock into her mouth. Bart hadn't given her much choice,. He just shoved it in her mouth when she had opened it to protest again. Victoria was struggling not to gag and choke on his cock as his slid it in and out of her mouth. If only her hands weren't tied, then she could touch herself and...
No! She was a good girl, not some tavern wench.

Wasn't she?

Bart looked down at Victoria. He could see her nipples standing out about half an inch. He barked a laugh and looked over his shoulder to Mary saying, “It looks like this one likes it!”

Victoria's cheeks felt like they were on fire. How did he know?

She felt so ashamed now.


Chapter four - The Best Girls are Bad Girls

Mary watched Bart having his way with Victoria from the chair at the table. She had her breeches pulled down to the tops of her boots, just below her knees. Elizabeth was kneeling down between her legs. She was holding the girl's face to her shaven pussy by a handful of her hair, and she had her belt doubled up in her other hand.

“Oh,” Mary gasped, “I think this one's eaten plenty of pussy before,” she said as she squirmed in her chair. Mary gave Elizabeth's ass a flog with the belt. This made her yelp into Mary's pussy and left a red mark on the girl's ass. This made Mary grind her pussy into the girl's face harder, moaning.

Mary looked down at Elizabeth and she could see her hand was between her legs and her fingers rubbing her pussy. “Oh, you dirty little cunt. Playing with your pussy as you eat me,” she said quietly, grinning at the girl. “Dirty, dirty, dirty,” she said, whipping the girl's back and ass with the belt on every word.

Elizabeth's face went crimson. She knew she was a bad girl, the maid in their household always told her off for touching herself too. She liked to do it, even if it did mean she was going to get punished if she was caught.

Bart finally pulled his cock out of Victoria's mouth. She was gasping for breath, getting ready for him to shove it in her mouth again. She looked over and saw her sister on her knees in front of Mary. “No! Don't make her do that! It's a sin!” Victoria started to struggle against Bart, trying to stand up.

Bart turned to look at Mary and Elizabeth, and just laughed. He turned back to Victoria and put one hand on her shoulder, shoving her back down on her knees, hard.

“You'd best be quiet then, miss Victoria,” Bart sneered her name, “or you just might be getting' some o' the same!” Bart laughed at the girl.

Victoria blushed at the thought. It excited her. But she'd go to hell if she did it. She couldn't help but rub her thighs together, she was so turned on.
Bart noticed the subtle movement of her thighs and laughed harder at the girl. “Somethin' be tellin' me ya'd probably like it!” He pulled her up by the belt around her wrists. He pulled her over to the table, right next to where Mary and Elizabeth were.

Mary pushed Elizabeth's head between her legs harder. She was panting now, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Her thighs were squeezing the girl's head, and her back was starting to arch.

Bart snatched the belt off Mary and he flicked her across the stomach with it making a loud whack. Mary's body tensed. That was too much for her. She started to orgasm. Bart laughed at the gasping woman, pushing Victoria along in front him.

“No, no, please?!” Victoria protested, pushing against Bart. She was no match. Her bare feet slid over the wooden deck as he pushed against her. She was still blushing, but her heart wasn't really in her protests any longer. She couldn't take her eyes off her sister licking the other woman.

Bart noticed that Elizabeth was playing with herself while she was licking Mary's pussy. He gave the her ass a sharp whack with the belt, making her yelp and growl into Mary's pussy. Mary gasped as Elizabeth started to lap her pussy faster. Bart laughed, “Look at yer sister's fingers go in that cunt o' hers. She's a proper whore!”

“She is not!” Victoria said heatedly, giving a sharp tug on the belt that held her wrists together.

Bart shoved Victoria up against the side of the table. He sandwiched her between himself and the table, making her bend over it at the waist. “Well missy, you be a good girl fer us and maybe I wont fuck yer whore sister,” Bart said, chuckling. He moved away from Victoria's ass.

Victoria started to kick her legs yelling, “She's not - YEOW!” Victoria cried out as Bart whipped her ass hard with the belt, bringing tears to the girls eyes.

“If yer not quiet,” Bart said quietly, he pressed his waist against her ass, pressing her into the table from behind again. One of his handed pressed her head into the table, squashing her cheek against it. “Then I'll just have to give it to yer sister instead.”

“No,” Victoria whimpered quietly. She had to chew her bottom lip, she could feel his hard cock pressed up against her ass. She wanted to feel it inside her so badly. “I'll be good,” she said quietly, almost a whisper.
“Good girl,” Bart said as he straightened, taking his weight off her.

Bart stood back from the girl, moving off to the side and raising the hand with the belt in it. He gave Victoria's ass a few good hard flogs with the belt, making her yelp and whimper after each one. The belt left thick red stripes on her ass after every blow.

She was chewing on her bottom lip so her whimpering afterward wasn't so loud. She found herself wishing the pirate would just touch her pussy; even if it was just with the belt. Maybe that would put out the fire that was building between her legs. She swayed her hips from side to side, rubbing her pussy against the edge of the table. That felt good.

Bart put one of his hands on her ass, stopping her from doing that. “Mary, I think this whore likes it like this,” he said. He looked off to the side where Mary was sitting. Elizabeth was still between her legs, lapping her pussy.
Victoria felt a stab of pleasure at being called a whore. Then she felt a whole lot more guilty about it. This wasn't what good girls did. She had always tried so hard to be good too. She couldn't fight this much longer though, her resistance was wearing down.
Mary laughed, her free hand was inside her unbuttoned shirt, pinching one of her nipples. Her other hand was still in Elizabeth's hair, moving her head around with it. “Her sister's a little whore too. Her tongue feels so good on my pussy,” Mary said, breathlessly, pulling the girls head away from her pussy.

Bart rubbed one of his rough and calloused fingers across Victoria's wet pussy. This made her jump when she first felt his finger touch her. Each new touch after that just made her twitch slightly. She could hear Bart chuckling behind her. He was touching her just to see her twitch. She was starting to wish he would do so much more than just rub her pussy.

He licked Victoria's pussy juice off his fingers and reached for his knife, which was laying right beside her face. She saw her terrified reflection in the blade of the knife as he picked it up. What was he going to do with that? She was already naked! Her mind raced.

Bart rested his arm across the small of Victoria's back, leaning down so his face was close to her pussy. She could feel his breath on it, he was that close. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips; she could even feel the vibrations of his voice, and they felt so good.

“Yer a whore jus' like yer sister,” he said, making Victoria struggle under her. He laughed. He was only taunting the girl just to get a reaction from her. “I should mark you like a whore, jus' so everyone knows,” Bart said. His face was less than an inch away from her pussy.

Victoria's eyes flew open with fright when she felt it. The knife blade; on her pussy! No he couldn't be going to do that!

The blade scraped along Victoria's nether lips. She squirmed against the table, involuntarily. She tried to keep still so she wouldn't get cut. If she hadn't been holding her breath to keep herself from moving, she would have been panting like one of her father's fox hounds after a hunt.

Victoria chewed her bottom lip as Bart continued to scrape the razor sharp blade all over her pussy lips. A loud whimper escaped her mouth just as Bart was finishing what he was doing.

“Oh, you liked that, eh?” Bart said. He laughed and gave Victoria's pussy a hard slap.

This made Victoria gasp loudly and jerk against the table hard enough to move it forward slightly. That slap really stung her pussy, she was panting hard. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to ease the stinging. Part of her was hoping he would do it again. That might be the touch she needed to put her over the edge.

But it never came.

Bart straightened up, taking his weight off the girl again. He kept his arm across the small of her back, holding her ass still so she couldn't move her hips again. “There we go, all nice an' smooth, jus' like a proper whore now,” Bart said with a chuckle.

Victoria blushed furiously. She felt the cold air against her pussy now. It felt so exposed. That's why it had stung so much, all her hair was gone.


Chapter five - Irresistible

While Bart was having his fun with Victoria, Mary was having some fun of her own. She had pulled Elizabeth's head from her pussy and had looped her belt around the girl's neck. Mary was making the kneeling girl play with her own pussy, pulling the belt tighter as Elizabeth sped up her fingering, getting closer to cumming. Her other hand was trapped inside the belt, beside her neck, to stop her from using it too.

Mary could tell the girl was getting close again. Elizabeth's face was red from the belt around her neck, and her back was starting to arch. Mary grabbed the girl's other arm, pulling her hand away from her pussy. “Not yet, you dirty whore,” Mary said teasingly, easing up on the belt around her neck.

Elizabeth was panting, breathing hard to get her breath back now that she could breathe freely again. She had a pleading look on her face. “Please miss, please?” she begged Mary, struggling with her to get her hand back to her pussy.

Mary shook her head and gave the girl a sadistic grin. She pulled Elizabeth's arm up all the way to the girl's face, holding her wrist tightly. “Now, clean those fingers off,” she said. She laughed as she shoved Elizabeth's fingers at the girl's mouth.

Elizabeth obediently opened her mouth and started to lick her own pussy juice off her own fingers.

“You're such a dirty whore,” Mary said, laughing at the girl, “I'd wager you don't even need to be told to lick your fingers. You do it after you're finished touching yourself at night, just because you like it so much!”

This made Elizabeth's face go crimson with embarrassment as she averted her eyes, looking down at the deck. She felt even more humiliated with Mary laughing at her like that. And also that Mary seemed to know all the dirty things she did to herself.

She was dying to touch her pussy again.

“Hold this,” Bart said. He held the knife out, the handle towards Mary. She took it off him. She was having a lot of fun with the younger girl, but he knew she would.

He turned back to Victoria, standing behind her now. He put both hands on her hips and ground his waist into her so she could feel his hard cock against her skin. She whimpered, and Bart could feel her hips moving up and down as she tried to rub herself on him.

Bart grinned and leaned down, putting his weight on the girl and making the table creak. He put one of his strong hands around the girls neck, holding it firmly. “I can tell ya want my cock, don't ya?”

Victoria had her eyes squeezed shut, but she nodded her head slightly. Bart barked a laugh in her ear.

He straightened up and gave her ass a slap. “And if ya cum while I be fuckin' ya, then yer sister'll get it too!” Bart said. He rubbed his cock against her pussy and he got ready to slide it in.

Victoria moaned and gasped at the slap. She rubbed her pussy against the edge of the table. Her eyes shot open when she fully realised what he said. “No! Please don - oh!” she started to beg but was cut off when she felt his cock pushing into her tight hole.

Oh god! He's doing it! Victoria tensed up. Her back arched slightly. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath as she felt his cock push deeper inside her, stretching her tight pussy around his thick manhood.

She had never had anything so big inside her before. He was just shoving it in, but her being so wet had helped it slide inside her.

Bart laughed at the poor girl as he shoved his cock into her slippery pussy. He could already feel her cunt muscles squeezing his invading cock. She was so tight, but she had no maidenhead. He had been looking forward to deflowering a virgin. But it wasn't the end of the world.

Victoria started to tense under the big pirate. Her back arched, lifting her head up off the table. She was panting heavily. She gritted her teeth, trying to stop her self from cumming, but she had already been so close before he even started to fuck her. His cock felt like it was splitting her in two.

It felt amazing. Stopping herself from cumming was like swimming upstream during a flood; but she couldn't stop trying, for Elizabeth's sake.

She felt Bart's hand wrap around her neck again, squeezing down, cutting off her air. She just couldn't resist it any longer.

Her orgasm started to wash over her. Her pussy clamped down on the cock inside her. She could hear Bart grunting as he squeezed her throat more, then she felt his warm cum squirting inside her.

Her vision faded. So did her hearing, and her body went limp. Her mind descended into a blissfully dark well, filled with ecstasy.


Chapter six - Sinning Is More Fun

Victoria's eyes were squeezed closed, her cheek resting on the table. She'd never felt anything like that before. All the other times she had played with herself had never been that good. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she admitted that to herself.

Her eyes flew open.

Elizabeth!

She panicked, pushing herself up so she could look over her shoulder. Bart was pulling Elizabeth from between Mary's legs by the belt around her neck, laughing at her. What had she done!? It was her fault that Elizabeth was going to get fucked now.

“No! Don't!” Victoria sobbed, pushing her self up off the table.

Bart turned and laughed at her. “Too late now miss Victoria,” Bart said, “I bet a whore like yer sister'll love me cock jus' as much as you did!” He roared with laughter, pushing Elizabeth to her knees in front of him.

Victoria lunged to push the pirate out of the way but crashed weakly into him. She ended up on her knees at his feet. Her legs were still wobbly after cumming so hard. She had tried to use her hands to catch herself, but the belt was still tied around them. Bart laughed harder and grabbed Victoria by the hair, passing her over to Mary.

“Ouch! Please!” sobbed Victoria, wincing. It felt like Bart was going to rip her hair out.

Mary pulled her between her legs by her hair, and put her legs over Victoria's shoulders. “I hope you're as good as your sister,” Mary laughed.

“No! Please! It's a sin!” Victoria pleaded. She struggled, trying to get her head away from Mary's pussy.

Mary's legs were too strong for the girl. Her pussy muffled all of Victoria's further protests. “Oh, your sister loves to sin in that case,” Mary chuckled. “Let's see if you're as good at sinning as her,” Mary laughed, gasping with pleasure occasionally. Mary loved it when they put up a fight.

Bart's cock was getting hard again. Elizabeth was kneeling in front of him, staring at his cock. This was the first one she'd ever seen. “Clean it off, girl.” Bart grabbed her head rubbed his cock on her lips. His cum and her sister's pussy juice made it slide over her lips easily.

Elizabeth parted her lips slightly and Bart shoved it in, making the girl give a muffled whimper. He laughed down at the girl as her face scrunched up at the salty taste.

After he'd tormented her enough like that, he grabbed Elizabeth under her arms, spun her around and shoved her up against the table, just like he had done with her sister. Being shorter than her sister, her feet didn't quite reach the ground when she was bent over the table. She had to stand on her tip toes.

Bart slapped her ass, leaving a giant hand print that covered more than just one of her small ass cheeks.
“Oh!” Elizabeth grunted and inhaled sharply, her head jerking back.

Bart just laughed. He had left his hand on the girl's ass and was squeezing it, digging his fingers in, kneading her flesh. He let go of her ass cheek, running his fingers down to her pussy. He was surprised at how wet the girl was. He pinched her pussy lips and smiled when he heard her inhale sharply.

“You like this do ya, lil' missy?”

“Yes sir,” Elizabeth replied meekly. She sounded almost like she was short of breath.

Bart tried to slide a finger inside her pussy. He felt resistance and smiled. Just what he was after. He grinned to himself. “You want me t' make ya feel like a woman?” Bart asked the girl.

Mary laughed at Bart's taunting. She gave Victoria's ass a slap to make her lick faster.

Elizabeth was scared but excited. She just nodded her head, biting her bottom lip.

Bart slapped her ass again. “What, missy? I can't hear ya.”

“Yes!” she squeaked.

Elizabeth felt the large pirate standing behind her, rubbing his hot, hard cock on her pussy lips. Elizabeth was breathing faster now, she was scared, but excited too. Mary hadn't let her cum while she was playing with her. Her pussy was on fire.

She really wanted him to fuck her, but she was scared too. His cock looked, and felt, so big. Would that thing really fit inside her?

Bart grabbed her by her hips, then she felt the soft head of his cock rubbing on her pussy lips. She was so excited, she wanted it inside her so badly. He started to push inside her easily. Then it stopped going in so easily and it started to hurt.

She turned back to look at him, a frightened look on her face. She reached at one of his hands that was holding onto her and grabbed his wrist. “You're too big, pull it out! Pull it out!” Bart just laughed at the girl, pressing his cock into her pussy harder.

They both felt the resistance give way.

Bart moaned with pleasure as he shoved his cock the rest of the way into her tight virginal hole.

Elizabeth grabbed the other edge of the table, her knuckles going white and her eyes squeezed shut as she felt something inside her rip open. She shrieked in pain. That shriek turned into moans of pleasure as she felt Bart's cock filling the rest of her tiny pussy. It felt amazing. Why had no one told her about this before?

She could feel the tingling warmth in her pussy turn into a bonfire. She felt like she needed to pee. “Oh sir, I... I need...” she gasped, but she couldn't hold it back any more.

Elizabeth's body jerked and stiffened as she gasped. She had never felt so good before. It seemed to go on forever as Bart kept fucking her. It was just getting better and better as he kept fucking her.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She tried to talk but no sound came out, just panting. She felt something warm spreading in her pussy as Bart stopped fucking her. He got off her after a few moments.

That was the most amazing thing she had ever felt. All Elizabeth could do was lay on the table, basking in the afterglow of her first orgasm.

Suddenly, she felt herself being picked up and pulled back over to the wall she was chained to before. The manacles were locked back around her wrists with a click. She looked over beside her and saw her sister laying there, the manacles back on her too, and her eyes were closed.

“Welcome to yer new life, missy!” Bart laughed maniacally at her. He stood up, still laughing at the girl. He stood with his arms folded, grinning and admiring his two new prizes. He turned around after a few moments and pulled a chair over to sit in front of Mary.

Elizabeth could hear the two pirates talking and chuckling quietly at the table. She felt tired. She wanted to stay awake, but her eye lids were too heavy for her to fight. If this was her new life, she was sure she was probably going to enjoy it a lot more than her old one, she thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.