A Pirate's Tale

[BRIGHTWELL]

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Andrew stood on the deck of his four gun sloop. His crew of twenty cutthrouts hungry for action. They had been to sea for ten daywithout sight of land nor sail.
Alas, a sharp eyed dog of the sea spoted a dot on the starbord quarter.
"SAil hooo, four off the larbard quarter, Captain!"
"Very good Fisk, Mister Watson the first five peices of eight to the sharp eyes of Fisk!"
EYe Captain a generous offering to be shurrr!"
Andrew looked around and decided to hunt the spot for all it was worth.
Mister Watson, pile on the canvas sir, I smell Spanish pussy and chests of gold!"
"Let us cry havic and releice tha dogs of war!" he called out to the crew. They cheered the Captain and rushed to their station.
"Huryy ..you dogs of a Enlish whore make sail, if you wont pussy and arse you will have ta work for it.. you heard the Captain...he smells pussy..fat lipped furry Spanish pussy.....you want to fuck Spanish PUSSY DONT YEHH, FAT LIPPED TIGHT FUCKIN' PUSSY, GET UP THERE AND SPREAD THOSE SHEETS MAKE THIS BEAUTIFUL BITCH OF THE SEA FLY! Mister Watson bellowed and then grinned. Yes sir Spanish pussy, that would be great. He thought.

In a matter of no time at all the small ship had the wind and was flying through the waves. All the canvas the ship had was out. The lookouts must of been asleep for the brig did not raise it's main sail for some time and when it did it was far to late. The flag of Philip and Isabella was large and now easy to see. Andrew looked through his spy glass and said "What do you see Mrister Watson?"
Mister Watson smiles and says "You are a true dog of the sea Captain I see at least three peices of arse on the deck and a few boys for the Randy fellows, Captain, my word Captain, she must be a Dutchess look who just came on deck my word sir, there, that is your target sir, I would cumm farr to soon with that one, sir.
The sloop fired two shots in to the open sea and swung around to show he had two more to fire. The Spanard srtuck his flag in great haste and Andrew watch as it flew off its brace and fluttered to the watery surface and stayed there.

"The ship is ours Mister Watson, have the Dutchess brought to my stateroom, unharmed Mister Watson, unharmed.

Andrew moved his small desk with his charts to the side of the stateroom. He cleared the center of the stateroom for "Action". He turned and looked out the sea windows in the rear of the his stateroom.

After a short time he heard the door to his stateroom open. "Do you have the Dutchess with you ?'he asks with out turning around.
"Yes my Captain, she is here, and unharmed, as you instructed. a crew man answered.
"TYE... her to the main brace and leave." Andrew hears the man struggle with the woman, she does not wish to yeild to him, threre is a low groan and the woman stops struggling while she tries to recover. The crewman seizes the chance and pulles her arms over her head and quickly ties her off on the main brace and slowly backs out.
Andrew hears the door close and waits. Then turns and unties his trousers walks around his captive he stops and takes off his boots and kicks them in to a corner of the room he is behind her now studying her form. She will be fine. He thinks. He slipps off his pants and starts to stroke his maleness and moves slowly in front of her so she can see it. It grows before her eyes. Large and angry harder and harder.
"NOW...we will chat!" he says quite bluntly.

 

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It was supposed to have been a regular crossing of the ocean, just like many others the young duchess had experienced. As a child she had always traveled back and forth between Spain, England and France to attend various balls. Despite being of the Spanish court, Elena De la Rossa also had ties to the british nobility thanks to her mother's heritage. With long wavy brown hair and eyes such a dark shade of brown that they almost seemed black, she was described as a true beauty. The gowns she wore always complimented her slender form and rich, but not overly huge bosom. For years her parents had been negotiating possible marriage proposals for her, but Elena would have none of it. She didnt believe that being tied to a Duke was in her future. But neither had she believed that she would ever be attacked by pirates.

The assault had come out of nowhere. She had been in the cabin with her ladies when the ship had suddenly rocked and men had begun swarming into their cabins. While she had attempted to fight them off with her bare hands and feet, she was no match against the strong men.

Before long she was dragged into a cabin and presented to a man who had to be the pirate leader. Defiantly she stared at him as he began to undress in front of her. Only when he pulled his pants down and began to stroke himself in front of her, did she turn away.
"I do not chat with uncivilized pirates.", she said fiercly. "I am Elena de la Rossa. My father will have your head if you harm me.", she added, raising her head proudly, even if it was hard to remain brave in such a situation. She was on his playground now, where her captor held a clear advantage.
"Have all the gold you can find, but I demand that you let me and my crew continue on our journey."
It wasnt the right place for demands, but Elena coud not just give in to this man like a silly girl without backbone.
She had no idea that outside, the rest of the pirate crew was already taking turns with her ladies and some of the gentler male servants that had followed her.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

I am Elena de la Rossa

"Ah Dutchess Elena de la Rossa I know the name well, my dear! Andrew stand before her stroking himself. "I have a gift for you from your uncle Roberto Ramon Rossa. He is unhappy with you. It seems you were naughty dutchess, were you not?" Andrew moves over to his seadesk and lifts a curved knife and brings it over to Elena.

"I use this to cut my fruit. It fits nicely to the round shapes of fruit that grow here in the islands. And speaking of round shapes here in the island. It was an interesting chat I had with your uncle Roberto. it seems you have been around gathering a little fruit of your own. Is that not true?"

Andrew slowly trolls around behind Elena. "He knows sweet lady, He's not happy!" Andrew slowly cut the ties on the back of her dress. One by one the cut ties fall to the deck.

Still standing behind her."He told me that, well lets say, he told me rather loudly that, .....let me see if I can remember his words...

 

[Only_yours]

"My uncle is a disgusting traitor to the family name! Whatever leaves his mouth are filthy lies!", Elena was quick to point out, even though deep down she knew that her uncle was at least partly right. She was not entirely the innocent maid the rest of her family believed her to be. Like any young woman she was curious about men, but unlike some of her friends she had dared to experiment. But she had never stayed at any court long enough to get a permanent sweetheart or lover.

Her eyes followed him wearily, particularly the movement of his hand which held the knife. When he used it to cut her dress, she quickly wrapped her arms around herself, holding the garment up so that she would not stand in her undergarments in front of the pirate.
"How dare you? This dress was worth a fortune!", she complained defiantly. But slowly it dawned on her that she really was in no place to make too many demands. She was on his ship, in his cabin and he was holding a knife.
"So what do you or my uncle want exactly? You are a pirate, so just take all the gold and tell my uncle I drowned or something."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Tell my uncle I drowned or something."

"Ah what did your uncle Roberto say?" Adrew cut the back of her dress. then across the back at the shoulders. Her fine white silkies lay open to his eyes.
He whispers in her as he reaches inside her damaged dress to her silky covered ass.

"Shes a whore, shes the family whore, we arranged marriage after marriage for her. Then he got in my face. Stood as close as I am to you now. He said fuck the whore! Give her English cock till it comes out of her mouth. Now, while I'm not a man of small means as you have already seen. I'm not that well equipt. "

Andrew rubs her silky bottom. " But in the spirit of your dear uncles wishes I'm will to overlook the Spanish and English distaste for each other. And oh no, there is no why I'm telling him you drowned! Oh no I'm going to tell him that I fucked you every way I know and even try a few new ones I just heard of in a tavern. The very one I met your uncle in. Come to think of it he mentioned some of them."

 

[Only_yours]

Elena's eyes widened. She could not believe that her uncle would give out such an order. It was no secret that the man hated her father and subsequently also her, but this was just cruel.
"You cannot do this. I will be ruined. Who will have me with a bastard in my arms?", she asked, trying to beg for her innocence now. But one look at him was enough to realize that there was no way out of it. He would have his way with her one way or another. It would be easiest to submit.

She lowered her head for a moment and allowed the remainders of her slashed gown to fall to her feet.
"All I ask is for you to be gentle the first time. While I am not stupid about the ways between a man and a woman, I am still a virgin."
She had seen and touched some cocks already, but none of them had been allowed to penetrate her. Despite her curiosity she knew that her family name depended on her virginity. Not that it mattered now. It would all be ruined. This man would claim her over and over and then leave her belly to swell with his bastard.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

I am still a virgin.

"Thats nice the virgin whore, I'll have to tell that one to the crew!" With the remains of her dress now on the deck. Andrew is surprised by the speed of her surrender. He is a little disappionted she did not fight him more feircely.
Like her crew a token resistance. That got him thinking.

"What is your game Dutchess?" He moves in front of her leaving little scares on her silky underthings. "Your ship doesn't fight, that I can understand. Your uncle put 2000 peices of eight aboard your ship. Funny, I starting to smell a trap!"

Andrew reaches behind her and pulls her close to him. His breath is in her face. "Dutchess if this is a trap and you are a willing player. Ill stick this knife in your virgin cunt and cut you to your tits."

 

[Only_yours]

His threat actually made her freeze and she looked down. "This is no trap. We were not expecting to be attacked and raided. And I certainly didnt expect to become a pirate's dirty whore.", she told him. "I just thought that if I just spread my legs you would get it over and done with and send me on my way again."
Just because she surrendered her body didnt mean that she would surrender her spirit.
Slowly her eyes moved to meet his again, reflecting a wild mix of emotions. How did a lady act in such a situation. There was no way to fight, but neither did he seem pleased with utter submission.

"Or maybe you are just empty words. You can stroke yourself, but you are unable to actually claim a woman."
She hated herself for saying those words the moment they left her lips. She had spoken without thinking, unwillingly posing a challenge to him.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Or maybe you are just empty words

Andrew releases her and stands back and smiles. "You are a chess player are you not Dutchess?" He unties her silky streads and her silky top falls open. Her not overly huge breasts are now in plain sight. With the flat side of his curved knife he slaps gentlly the underside of her breasts. "Or a woman of the sword, the thrust and parry of word play. Some of what you say, rings true, some makes no sense at all, and some times they just baffle me."

Andrew unties her lower silkies and they to slide to a pile on th deck. Her naked body now in full view. "For instance you said a minute ago.Who will have me with a bastard in my arms?" He walks over to his desk and places the knife on the sea desk. "Do you really not know what will happen to you when we reach our destination?"

He returns to face her." I'm the begining of your adventure dear Dutchess! I will have my way with you. Turn you over to the jailer in Port Royal. He will have his way with you. Then he will release you to the criminal and low lifes in the dungons. And if you have a bastard child after all that. They will sell the child to pay for your up keep. And then it will start all over again. Bastard after bastard. They will make you a jail house industry. Unless....."

 

[Only_yours]

Elena's blood ran cold at his words, because she knew that they were no stories. She had heard about women who had fallen into prostitution because of one simple mistake that had led to a child.
"My family would not allow it.", but even as she said it she knew it wasnt true. Her family would have no used for a tarnished daughter and she would indeed become a whore.

"Then do not get me with child. Have your way, but do not spill your seed inside of me.", she asked. If only her maidenhead was torn, she could always blame it on an accident and still swear to being pure.
"I will pleasure you for as long as you want. All I want is the promise that I will not get with child."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

but do not spill your seed inside of me

"I think you miss the point dear Dutchess. I care little about if you have a child or not. I put my seed as you like to call it where I please. In your virgin pussy, in your round ass or down your throat. I will do as I please!" He rubs the thinly haired mound with his hand.

"It will be a three week trip to Port Royal. Then with your uncles money I can raise a large crew. And start on the other part of my adventure. You see just as I am the start of your adventure. You are the start of mine."

Andrew slides a single finger into her pussy and meet a resistance. "Your maidenhead put up more of a fight then your crew." Then thrusts his finger forward breaking it. Some blood leaks down his hand to the clothing spilled on the deck.

"And just like that your a vigin no more! No husband. No large land holdings, no more ladies in waiting. Now just a woman with a past. A whore on a pirate ship." Andrew wipes his finger on her thigh. The streak of blood stains the pure whiteness of her skin. He looks at the skin and the tender paleness of it.

"You are so white my dear dutchess, we will have to change that!" He walks behind her and parts her ass cheeks and sticks his penis deep into her ass. "I know for a fact that putting seed in a womans ass bares no childern."

 

[Only_yours]

She felt his hand on her womanhood, seeking entrance without permission. Elena tried to wiggle away, but it only made things worse as her movements only allowed him to slip in deeper. Suddenly there was a feeling of pain and she let out a little scream, looking down at his bloodied hand.
"How could you, you bastard?", she asked, tears brimming in her eyes as he wiped his hand on her thigh.
Everything was ruined now. Her maidenhead, which was supposed to assure her a future, was gone. Now she was a ruined woman, a nobody.

But her torment was far from over as the pirate captain moved behind her, claiming her ass, making her wail out in pain again.
"Stop! It hurts! I asked you to be gentle!", she screamed as she practically fell forward from the strength of his thrusts.
"This isnt how it is supposed to be."

She had always imagined to lose her innocence to a young lord, duke or baron on his large master bed. He would be tender with her and teach her about he pleasures to be found in the bedroom. But it was not mean to be. Instead she had the pirate taking her rhoughly, but at least the pain was beginning to dull and as he said, the way he was fucking her would at least leave her childless.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Stop! It hurts! I asked you to be gentle!"

Andrew lets out a howl of laughter. "IT hurts! It hurts! Its suppose to hurt!" He says gruffly. Thrusting in to her loosening anus. "No time like the present to give you the gift your uncle suggested."

Andrew slides two fingers into her pussy as far as they would go while thrusting his piledriving penis into her ass as far as it would go. He felt her shake as he jams finger into her pussy and ruts her from both sides.

"And to think you could of married the Duke of Santiago and ruled all of South Cuba. Plantations, slaves and horses to ride, ladies to wait on you hand and foot. Trips back to Spain to be with your family. No you took a different coarse. You had to be you. And to be honest I'm happy to be the one to take your flower of woman hood. Now and over the next few days I will spread my seed oll over your body. Do you still think my word empty?"

 

[Only_yours]

At first Elena could only scream, but when she realized that it was only adding to his pleasure and excitement, she bit her lips and tried to silence any further sounds. But it seemed almost impossible, especially once he rhoughly inserted two fingers into her pussy.

What was even worse, she slowly felt her body responding to his treatment. She could feel the already familiar tremors of arousal go through her and she hated herself for it. The young duchess closed her eyes and tried to blend everything out, but with the darkness around her she became only more aware of his fingers and cock drilling into her.

"My uncle is a sick bastard. He turns every woman into a whore that he cannot have for himself.", she spat, remembering what her cousin had once said about the man. "And you are just as sick as he is."
It was hard to talk without gasping in between each and every word.
"But I wont give you the satisfaction of breaking me. I will take your bastard seed, but I will not become a whore."
She didnt yet know how she would accomplish it, but in the moment of humiliation her fighting spirit returned.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

will not become a whore

Andrew thrusted a few more time and withdrew from her raw butt hole. "That was unjoyable Dutchess I see why the randy boy like to pound the backs of lesser men. I'm starting to like you Dutchess you show good spirit. Now let see how you do on your back!"

Andrew turns to his desk and retreives his fruit knife and cuts her bounds. When her bare feet settle on the deck he collects her and carries her to his bed. She lands on the bed and bounces once. "Soft bed, I like it that way."

"Now we break you in a little. A little finger action is nothing compared to English meat sword!" And with that said he raise and spreads her legs as wide as he dares. He looks down at her pussy. "A fine peice ass and a great fine haired scabbard for my sword." And with that thrusts in to her.