Pirate’s Prize · Part 1

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Donna Elena De Castillo had been on her way to marry the richest man in the Indies but now she sat uneasily on the edge of her bunk listening to the sounds of battle on the deck above her. Swords clashed, men screamed in agony, others yelled their defiance. Her father had warned her before she set off on this voyage. It is a journey fraught with many dangers. None more so than pirates—and pray that your vessel does not meet up with the English devil ship Scavenger and its crew of cut-throats led by Captain Jack Morrell.

Her father's ship had a good company of military men on board to ensure her safe passage. But when the black hull of the tall masted vessel had appeared through the mists of morning the captain had immediately sounded battle stations. And as he had ushered her to her cabin he had said, "I recognise Scavenger. For god's sake keep your cabin locked." She had dressed herself in her best high fitting gown with the laced corsage. Her mother had always advised her to Cover up when under the eyes of those nasty sea dogs. And now she produced the short dagger which had been her father's last gift to her. "Should the ship be taken, use this on yourself. For God's sake don t let filthy rabble have you."

The thought of taking her own life was unthinkable. She'd fight first. If she had to go, others would go with her. As quickly as it had started the battle ceased. There was a silent pause before a victorious cheer rent the air. Soldiers or pirates? She didn't have long to wait to find out. Within minutes cabin doors were being burst open, rough laughter echoed around the ship. And she knew with sinking heart that the soldiers had not won. Where was Marella, her lady-in-waiting? The only other female on board. A scream followed by coarse jeering gave her some idea. Then the handle of her door turned, when the lock resisted there was a brief pause.

Marella gave another agonised scream, before the explosion of a pistol shattered the edge of the door and it burst open. Donna leapt to her feet to find herself facing a tall bearded man in black blood-streaked clothes. He was wearing a scarlet bandana around his head. In one hand he carried a pistol and in the other a long bloodied cutlass. His dark eyes widened in appreciation as he looked at Donna, "Ah, now here's some bounty," he laughed and the two ruffians behind him laughed with him. He half turned to them, "Leave us." They moved away muttering, "Lucky captain. Roger her good." Closing the door behind him the pirate bowed in exaggerated manner.

"Madam, I am Captain Jack Morrell, at your service." His smile was almost beguiling as he added, "And a very fine service it will be. May I ask who I am addressing?" Outside the cabin Marella screamed again and there was laughter and grunting.

Donna raised herself to be as dignified as possible, behind her back she clutched the short dagger. She told him her name. Daughter of Miguel de Castillo, owner of this ship and many others. "No longer the owner of this ship. And you are bound for?" "Cartagena. I am betrothed to Vincent di Parillo. He is the–" "I know who he is—but now you are betrothed to me," The dark eyes had become less friendly. "Now, enough talk.

Remove your clothing, please." Donna was shocked, "I will not." "Maybe I will have to assist you," And before Donna could blink Jack Morrel's blade had flashed through the air and sliced down the front of her corsage, bursting the cords and cutting through much of the fabric, All done with such accuracy that the blade never touched her skin. But now her skin was very much exposed, Donna knew her generous breasts were all but open to his lustful gaze, and almost instinctively her hands rose to cover herself. "A dagger—is that a dagger?

Were you going to use it on me?" Donna looked plaintively at the tiny weapon in her hand yet stood defiant, "Yes, I'll use it on you, you blaggard." "Madame, for a Spanish lady your English is uncommonly sound. Now drop the dagger please." Instead of following his instructions she raised the dagger threateningly. Jack Morrell sighed, then, without warning, his cutlass blade zipped through the air and the dagger was sent flying from her hand to land somewhere across the cabin. This time a small sliver of blood seeped from Donna's fingers, and for the first time fear began to rise more demandingly inside her.

"Now. Please remove the rest of your clothing." "Never." Again she heard Marella's desperate cries. What was happening to her? Jack Morrell took two swift steps grabbed the torn edge of her gown and ripped it down to her waist. Donna gasped but ducked under his arms and ran towards the door. "Oh, Madam Donna, go out there and I fear your treatment will be somewhat rougher. Take a look if you don t believe me." Donna pulled back the door and saw not ten feet away a group of about ten ill attired, filthy ruffians milling around whatever was happening on the stairs. As they moved she had a glimpse of the naked buttocks of Marella as the steaming penis of one of the pirates was removed from her and another massive organ took its place, rammed into her with such severity that Marella screamed yet again. While this was going on a pantsless pirate was trying to push his groin into her face.

Shocked to her very core, Donna was removed from any further viewing as Jack Morrell grabbed her naked shoulder and, turning her, ripped the rest of her clothing to the floor. Desperately she tried to cover herself, tried to remain defiant while despair began to take over. "My, you possess a very scrumptious pair of titties, m' lady." And he reached out a hand and squeezed her left breast. Donna spat into his face. No man had ever touched her there. Jack Morrell laughed, "Spirited too. I m going to enjoy exploring that black bush you have." His hand reached for her groin and she slapped him with all her strength. For a moment anger showed in his deeply tanned face.

"Would you rather be out there with my men?" he asked. "I'd rather be dead," she growled, wishing she had followed her father's instructions. "That can be arranged. But such a waste of—-pleasure." He stood back from her, his eyes practically devouring every inch of her exposed body, while she tried to crouch to hide herself from his gaze. He unfastened his belt and tugged at the silken pantaloons he wore, quickly revealing his massive erect penis.

"Now while you are so crouched perhaps you would do me the favour of taking this into your mouth." Donna stared at the threatening bulbous purple head in front of her eyes, horrified by the suggestion that it should enter her mouth. Even from this distance she could smell it, and she would gamble that this captain had not washed for many days, perhaps weeks. From the rank odour she guessed it had been used in other unfortunate females since its last cleansing. "Come on, my dear. I m waiting. My patience is very thin." In spite of her revulsion Donna thought she saw a chance of getting back at this so called captain. Tentatively she offered her open mouth.

"That's very sensible," he muttered, as her lips close around his pulsing rod. The odorous sensations of this thing in her mouth made Donna want to vomit but she closed her lips around it and then, looking up into the gloating dark face, she bit down viciously. Jack Morrell gave an almighty bellow of pain and a massive fist struck Donna on the side of the head knocking her sideways so that her teeth and mouth were pulled away from the wounded penis. Eyes blazing Jack Morrell glared down at her as she sprawled dazedly on the floor, his hands clasped over his wounded part and a trickle of blood showed between his fingers. "You stupid bitch," he gasped. "You could have made it." Then he raised his head, "Maston, Vinners."

Donna, through a haze of pain, saw two ragged characters appear, both unshaven, one had a face suggesting pure evil, the other grinned toothlessly. "Take her away, Jack Morrell ordered. "Where to?" The toothless one asked. "Anywhere." "You mean she's for the boys?" "That's what I mean." With a whoop both men reached down to grab her arms and legs and hoisted her into the air. "Just one thing," Morrell added. "Don't mark her face." "Why not, captain?" toothless rasped. "I have my reasons, Vinners. Take her away."

Regaining her senses Donna struggled in the grasp of the two men. Only two pairs of hands held her but somehow they searched every inch of her smooth skinned curves. A hand groped between her parted legs, grubby fingers dragging at her vulva. "Oh, Maston, lad. What a prize. Look at those tits." She was carried past the steps where two pirates were still pounding into poor Marella, front and back. She seemed to be all but unconscious. Was this going to happen to her? She struggled again and the one called Maston leaned his evil face down and bit at her left breast making her cry out with the pain. "Boys!" Vinners called out.

"Look at the booty." Heads appeared around doors and seeing what Maston and Vinners were carrying, heads became bodies, rampant eager bodies. Donna was suddenly aware of countless figures, dirty, smelling of blood and sweat, appearing around her. Stubbled faces, leering. Hands stroked at her limbs, clutched at her breasts. Many hands, thin fingers, thick fingers, felt for her secret parts. A finger slid painfully into that hole between her buttocks–it was the first of many painful probings.

She was lifted high and she heard Maston and Vinners cry out that they were first. A claim that was met with ribald mocking laughter. Terror welled up in Donna's heart. Through a low doorway and she was brought down heavily on a wide wooden table. Ugly dark faces, tongues licking eager lips filled the space around her. Hands pummelled at her breasts, while mouths tried to bite there, fingers forced their way up between her legs. When she tried to clench her thighs together, they were roughly pulled apart and fingers continued their frantic violation of her private areas. "What a cute cunny she's got, A voice growled." "It's mine." "No, it's mine." A scuffle broke out down near her feet.

Then someone grabbed her hair and a foul-breathed mouth was slobbering over hers, a tongue poked at her lips, which she managed to keep tight shut. Mouths continued to violate her breasts, someone bit her nipple so she cried out in pain. Then a penis was waved in her face, larger than Captain Morrell's. The fingers exploring her nether regions were not gentle, they dug and spread. A face was pressed into her groin and a tongue began lapping at her vulva. Better than the probing of fingers and very briefly she was aware of a pleasurable sensation, which was quickly dispelled when teeth bit into her down there and she screamed in agony.

Then a tall thin figure loomed up from below, clambering on the table between her legs.

"See what you're going to get," a cruel voice urged. She saw the rampant penis before the pirate sank on top of her and the next second it felt like a huge stake had been driven into her and the pirate was pounding it up into her breaking her hymen. Nothing in her sheltered life could have prepared her the shame or the torment. Each thrust was deeper and harder and more searing and brought tears of fear and anguish to her eyes. She wasn't going to survive this. The pirate gave a roar as with a final massive thrust he seemed to burst inside her, pumping faster and harder. He was treated to a mixture of cheers and jeers. He withdrew and another was there and again she felt the rough, vicious thrust of an erect penis claiming her.

"Cunt's dry as sticks, Came a voice." "Mouth won't open." Another. "I know what'll open it. A good fist." "No. Captain wants her face kept in order," That was Maston's voice. "Why?" "Who knows? Captain has his reasons." "This'll moisten her up. Grab her jaw." As the penis inside gave its final plunge and began to withdraw another took its place. "My turn at last." It was Vinners voice and recalling that thin toothless face made this infiltration even worse. He was rough but quick as a snake. He was crying out and pumping at her furiously. Three others followed in rapid succession, each one seeming fiercer than the last. "God, look at the stuff pouring out of her." shouted someone.

"Could start a cum business. And there was laughter." Now her jaw was grabbed by gnarled hands, and forced open. Helplessly she tried to shake her head but other hands held her by the hair. Then liquid was pouring into her mouth and down her throat. Thick strong raw spirit.

"A nice drop o rum should lighten the burden for ye, missy." She gagged and tried to spit out the liquid But it burned a course all the way down her throat and into her stomach Four more very fast invasions of her vagina had taken place when someone laughed and said, "Here comes Budge." And there was a roar. "He'll crush her." "Or rip her in two." "Let her see. Let her see." She was lifted slightly to view around her—erect penises seemed to be all around her but at the foot of the table viewing between her open legs was an enormous fat bellied man, he must have been six and a half feet tall dressed in a stained vest that might have once been white. Staring at his bulk Donna thought he was clutching a truncheon in his hand until he pulled on it to reveal the huge purple head of his penis.

"No," she screamed. Por Dios. It was too big. Budge pulled a face "I'm not going into that hole youse have been filling up with yer muck. Turn her over" "Oh, aye, Budge. Up the backside." And Donna felt herself lobbed over onto her belly like a fried egg. Hands pulled on her legs so that she slid to the edge of the table her buttocks raised by eager hands. "No, no, please. Not there. Oh, please." Her cries were drowned in the roars of encouragement that went up from the crowd. Her head was beginning to spin as the rum began to take effect. A thick rough finger poked into her rear hole. It circled as though to make room. The

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