“Gretchen it is,” he shouted to the First Officer. “Such a lovely name for a red headed cunt.” The Captain snuggled up to Stefani, pushing his body against her as she tried to squirm away from him. “Hold still!” He saw her stop moving, resigned to her fate. “Watch your lovely handmaiden. Soon she will no longer be a maiden. The First Officers cock will make short work of her virginity, slicing through it as if it were butter.” He laughed at his own humor.
Gretchen tried to defend her honor, but she was no match for the pirates. The other pirates stood by idly to the side of the bed, the First Officer was far too strong to need help in restraining the young beauty. When she tried to scratch him, his hand shot out, slapping her face sharply, all of the other girls reacting to the pain they knew she was feeling, sighing that they couldn’t help her. She continued to struggle, rewarded with another slap to her face, both of her cheeks stinging from the blows, her nose running and the taste of blood in her mouth. Two more unprovoked slaps slowed her down, but her legs continued to kick out at the beast trying to ravish her. “I’ll never let you touch me, you monster,” kicking with her legs, missing him as he easily pushed her kicks to the side. She didn’t even see it coming, a sharp punch to her stomach. She gagged, fighting the urge to vomit, unable to catch her breathe, unable to even comprehend how a man could hit a girl, never mind punching her in the stomach. She huffed and puffed, rolling to her side, curling up into a ball as she struggled for air.
He had done this often, their futile attempts to stop him from fucking them, a powerful blow to their stomach driving the air from their lungs, the sudden primal need to breathe overcoming all other, the defense of the ravishment of her body becoming secondary.
Gretchen’s overpowering need was now for air, trying to suck in enough to keep from passing out.
In her weakened state the First Officer pounced on the helpless redhead sprawled out on the bed. She couldn’t be more then ninety pounds, ninety pounds of pure hellcat. He yanked her head up by her red hair, tears in her eyes as he pulled the hair almost from her head. He slapped her two more times, her head shaking in pain back and forth, her nose running, her lips bloody from the brutal attack. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” one hand gripping her breasts brutally, the other holding her by her hair. He squeezed her tits hard, his powerful hands compressing the firm flesh, feeling her squirm as she tried to escape the brutal handling of her body. “Nice tits, but I want them naked.” His hand shot out and grabbed the bodice of her dress and tore it from her body. It pulled tight before it began to rip, the material no match for the superior strength of the First Officer. It split down the middle, her corset exposed, her breasts pushed up high, half naked, her white skin only flawed by the hundreds of freckles that covered her ample bosom.
She felt her dress tearing, looking up to see the other pirates staring down at her body as the First Officer began to strip her, fearing his power, fearing the moment when he would have her naked and unprotected. The other girls looked on, forced to watch as the other pirates stood next to them, fondling their bodies at will. She saw Princess Stefani out of the corner of her eye, bound on the bed as the Captain lay next to her, watching her ravishment unfolding. The First Officer’s hands returned, slapping her again, the fight rapidly fading from her body as he gripped the top of her corset and yanked it down. Her breasts spilled free, bouncing up and down as the garment was pushed down below her twin peaks. She cringed as the First Officer became the first man to ever see and touch her naked breasts. His hands were cruel and harsh, gripping her tender flesh, his calloused fingers running over her nipples, the sensitive tips hardening from the touch, even though it was by force. “NO!! NO!!” She screamed but it did no good, the First Officer gripped her nipples in his fingers and yanked them painfully from her body, tears in her eyes as they stretched to unbelievable lengths, the pink tips now white and long. She shook her chest, the pain increasing as the First Officer held her nipples tight, her movements only resulting in greater pain to her chest. How could he do such a thing, knowing how sensitive a woman’s breasts were? What were the limits to this man’s cruelty?
The First Officer loved the way her resilient breasts stretched, almost tearing from her body as he pulled her up by her nipples, his fingers locked tightly onto the rubbery tips as she shook in pain. Her back pulled up from the bed, her body supported by her stretched nipples, the pain etched on her red face, the slaps leaving his handprints on her white skin. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her sobbing increasing as she struggled, some of the fight taken from her body already. He released her nipples, her body slumping back down on the bed, his hand shooting out and slapping her again, this time his large palms slapping her breasts, the white flesh bouncing from side to side, already turning pink from the blows. “I love the way they bounce,” slapping them back and forth, the pendulous young flesh jiggling.
She suffered under the stinging blows as he slapped her sensitive breasts, feeling them bounce on her chest. Suddenly his head shot down. It felt as if he was sandpapering her tender breasts, his beard rubbing harshly over her sensitive flesh, his teeth pinching the skin in tiny bites as he moved his head between her twin peaks. He buried his face in her cleavage, her skin scratching as he moved his head back and forth like a mad man, slobbering over her naked skin. The bites moved closer and closer to her nipples as she struggled to keep his foul mouth from the tips but unseen hands gripped her tiny wrists and yanked her arms over her head, pinning her to the bed.
Captain James’s cock was straining to get out of his pants as he saw the orgy in the center of the hold. Each time Gretchen screamed, his cock jerked in pleasure. He moved closer to Stefani, eying the delicious white breasts that looked so inviting by the push of her bodice, the gold chain nestled in her cleavage so tempting. His hands reached out and pulled Stefani closer as he stretched out on the bed, turning her sideways towards him, pressing his body against the front of hers, feeling his cock throbbing against her.
She smelled his foul breath as he tugged her bound body towards him. Stefani struggled the best she could, but the tight bondage only allowed token resistance. In fact it almost felt better when she was pushed to her side; at least she wasn’t lying on her arms any longer. But she felt her breasts straining to spill out the top of her dress as she turned sideways. “Don’t you dare!” His hand moved up towards her breast, Stefani’s eyes on it as it slowly slipped underneath to cradle one of her breasts as if he were a lover. But he wasn’t, he was a rapist, knowing that he wouldn’t be happy until he had taken her virginity from her. And to make it worse, she knew he would do it in front of others, just as they were doing to Gretchen, the humiliation of being stripped and forced almost as humiliating as the actual forced intercourse.
He loved the feel of her breast, so soft and tender, squeezing one of them, seeing the flesh push up struggling to be contained in the tight restraints of the bodice of her dress. “Are your tits as nice as Gretchen’s?” He squeezed tighter on her flesh, seeing the look on her face as she gallantly tried to ignore his words. He brought his other hand up and cupped her other breast, both of his large hands now encircling the flesh in a tight grip. “I said are your tits as nice as Gretchen’s? Or would you rather I yank them by the nipples as the First Officer did to her? You will learn to obey me or it will be extremely painful to you and your Handmaidens.”
“YES!” She blurted it out, ashamed of having to answer him but afraid of further punishment, the Captain’s cruelty having no boundaries, especially with females. His hands molded her breasts, casually caressing her flesh as if he was her lover and she was enjoying his advances. She felt his hands move over her naked skin, goose bumps appearing on her chest as she shivered in embarrassment at his public fondling of her flesh. She could see some of the other pirates watching her molestation; even some of the girls that were sharing in her plight gave her a look of compassion. She struggled, but she only provoked him, the jiggling of her breasts only inciting his lust.