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Gretchen Performs in the Hold
The First Officer came over to the Captain, seeing him playing with the girl, her eyes staring at him with hatred. He looked over at the red haired girl, her eyes looking down suddenly when their eyes met. “Captain, we are under way and on course. The cargo is all stored below deck and the hold is ready. Should I have the girls brought down? The crew is waiting impatiently.”
“Yes it is time.” He pulled his hands from beneath her dress; there would be time for that once they were in the hold. “I’ll take this one.” He untied Stefani’s legs, taking his time as he caressed her, the ropes leaving indentations on her tender skin. There would be much more of that, the girls would be bound almost all day and night. While it instilled obedience in them, it also left their bodies available for the crew to touch and manhandle at will. He helped her up as if he were a gentleman, holding her against him as she struggled to regain circulation in her legs.
He was almost nice to her, keeping her from falling, but then his hands began to roam over her body again, intimately touching her butt before moving up to cup one of her breasts in his large hand, Stefani looking down as the dried, leathered hand clenched on her breast harshly, squeezing it.
The other girls were led away; the Captain and Stefani last as they moved down the ladder into the cargo hold of the ship. Stefani was surprised how large it was, even more surprised what she saw in the center, an area cleared of boxes and crates. In the center of the hold was a bed, one of the handmaidens bed. Stefani was pushed to the side, thrown roughly onto a bed she quickly recognized. It was her bed, snatched from her quarters, a large brass posted bed, the white comforter now dirty with the hand prints of the pirates. The beds seemed out of place in the cargo hold.
She tried to get comfortable on the bed, squirming, careful not to let her dress slide up her legs. The top was low cut, the dress made to push her breasts up, accenting her cleavage. A shiny gold cross only accented the deep crevice. Her skin glistened with sweat, almost shining like a beacon in the light of the open hatch above them. It didn't fail to catch the pirate captain’s attention, his eyes devouring her almost naked breasts. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back; the pirates seemed to take great pleasure in her moans of pain as thee tightened them tighter then necessary. Once bound, it gave them free access to her breasts, an opportunity they took full advantage of. The Captain moved onto the bed, his hands instantly reaching out to fondle her breasts, feeling her squirm beneath his touch as he manhandled the lovely female flesh. He laughed when he saw how large her nipples had grown from the forced fondling, laughing at her apparent lust. “Do you like my hands on your tits?” He squeezed harder until she moaned in pain.
“I hate it you scoundrel. How dare you take advantage of a Princess?” She shot back a look of hatred. Her arms ached from lying on them, forced to arch her back, her lovely breasts forced out provocatively as she lay sprawled across the large bed, her legs clamped tightly together in defense. Her attention was drawn to the center of the room as the First Officer tossed the red haired girl onto the bed. Five large pirates dragged her kicking and scratching body in, her petite figure no match for the powerful men. Her legs kicked out for anything, the pirates adept and always a step ahead of their prey, a long list of females fucked for their pleasure teaching them painfully what happened if they failed to dart their feet, their crotches always the intended target.
The pirate captain moved closer towards Stefani, his smelly breath close to her face. She tried to move away, his body spreading out next to hers. "What are you going to do to her?" She raised her voice, trying to sound as if she was still in charge, trying to mask the fear she really felt. She was afraid she already knew the answer to her own question.
"When we capture a ship we get to plunder its treasures. In this case, it is your lovely handmaidens that my men will plunder. My men and I have been at sea for a long time without female companionship. Her lovely body will be a welcome change from the masturbating they have been doing," he laughed at her discomfort at the use of the word masturbating. “I do hope she is a virgin, my men love to make virgins scream when they fuck them." He looked over at Stefani, his eyes moving down to her lovely tits. He would take her slowly, not like the handmaiden. Stefani would only be touched by him and he would enjoy forcing her to do his sexual bidding. His men might be allowed to watch, the humiliation would help to make her more submissive. He also hoped she would fight his advances; the sharp lash of a whip on her naked body as she danced from one of the yardarms would be great morale for his men, who loved to see naked girls’ bodies stripped with the lash of the whip, sure to inspire even greater perversions on her handmaidens.
"You let her go immediately, you rogue! She's a defenseless girl."
"I couldn't stop my men even if I wanted to. Not unless you would like to take her place on the bed. Would you spread you legs and let them fuck your lovely naked body?" His eyes wandered up and down her taut body bound on the bed.
The Captain stretched out on the bed besides her, making sure that she had a good view of his cock, catching her blushed glimpse at his trousers when she looked at him. He hadn't had a lady before, most of the women and girls captured were farmer’s daughters or wives en route to the new land to make their mark. Once they returned to their home port, the coastal city of Port Royal, they were quickly dispatched to the slave market. He wasn’t sure what he would do with her when he finished with her, first he would teach her to cater to his perverted desires. Sure that she was a virgin; he would teach her the many perversions of the flesh that he had learned over the years, things that she couldn't even imagine. He had picked up many cruel instruments of torture, especially in China where there were no boundaries to the perversities they would inflict on females, the younger the better. They would enforce her cooperation, while her screams of pain only increased his lust.
"What is your handmaiden's name?"
She growled at him, refusing to even speak to such a loathsome creature. SSLLAAPP, her face quickly shooting to the side as his hand came out of nowhere and struck her cheek with a painful blow that seemed to knock her teeth loose. She couldn't believe the pain, her cheek hot and stinging, her nose running, not sure if it was bleeding. She could taste blood in her mouth, her teeth smashing painfully into her cheek from the blow. She began to sob.
"Maybe you would like to be stripped naked on the desk and whipped in front of all of my men. When I ask you a question I expect an answer. I am the Master of this ship and you are nothing but a lowly prisoner. I would think nothing of dispatching you over the side of the ship, watching you slowly sink into the depths of the water, your lungs quickly filling with water, convulsions rocking your body, as you die a slow, painful death. Now what is your handmaiden’s name?" He pulled his arm up as if to hit her again, seeing her flinch in fear.
"Gretchen, her name is Gretchen," Stefani quickly shot out, sniffling as she said it, wishing she could wipe her face, her nose running down over her lips.