A Pirates Treasure - Closed for WickedPen

[Homerun2611]

The Drunken Raider had been at sea too long, I am Captain Jason ‘Panther’ Rivers and I knew this all too well, as did my none too trustworthy first mate, Carver ‘Shady’ Aranas. .

We had high tailed it out of San Juan without ever leaving the ship, barely having dropped Anchor. The Vision of the Governor’s cannon ship headed in their direction had told me all I needed to know. Only later would I find out that Shady had entertained the Governor’s wife at the old inn, and left her pregnant with his child. The woman had been hanged, but their was still a debt to be paid by both Shady and the crew of the Raider.

“How much rum do we have left?’” The Captain asked his first mate. “Won’t last the night, and the cured meat and fruit is gone or bad too. We still have a few barrels of water, perhaps three days worth” The Drunken Raider had a smallish crew of twenty four, twenty men, four women and a small monkey.

I knew the crew could survive without food for a few days, but rum and wenches were needed to keep this crew manageable. That had been the goal in San Juan, they had plenty of gold to secure the alcohol, provisions, and the “release” my men...and women needed. The few women of the crew did their best and enjoyed the task, but unless their teats could start producing rum, I would soon have trouble, if not mutiny. I actually laughed at that thought, I knew none of this crew individually or collectively had the guts to take me on, but poison or some other act was never out of the question. Even on my own ship I had a taster, a job perk necessary for most pirate captains.

“Then we need to secure replenishments. Both Antigua and St. Kitt’s are a two full days sale, with decent wind, but my guess is the Governor will have the same welcome ready for us in Antigua as we just left. However, the Commander’s plantation on the Southern tip of St. Kitt’s should give us what we need. We just need to sail in and moor around midnight, ideally we take it by stealth, but if violence is required, then violence it will be.”

The Commander’s plantation was well known and readily identifiable in this part of the Caribbean. Its owner was the former Commander of the Southern Fleet of the Royal British Navy, the plantation and its holdings a retirement gift. The Commander, and his family, transplanted from London, lived on the palatial estate along with the field hands and housing staff. It was easily among the most valuable estates, outside of the Royal and Governor’s palaces in the entire Caribbean Sea.

The orders were given, and despite the grumbling, the prospect of an exciting pillage kept the crew focused on the task at hand. We spotted the Southern coast of St. Kitt’s at the end of our second day, it was shortly past midnight. The Drunken Raider was a galleon, won in a fight From Spanish explorers whose follies into the pirated seas proved costly. The crew was ready and dropped their long boat to traverse quietly into the bay. The men tried to move quietly, following the Panther’s command. However, as soon as they had moved from the beach below, up to the brush surrounding the terraced housing of the massive plantation, a guard dog began barking their warning.

The Captain signaled everyone to be quiet, and I stepped out of the brush. Suddenly in the distance I made out a single figure, female and slim, I moved toward her, hoping not to frighten as I closed the gap....

 

[wickedpen]

"Dreary old island living" I sighed to myself as I watched the gauze like curtain for any sign of movement in hope of a breeze. Too hot to sleep I rise from my bed and sit with my bare feet on the steps up to the fine feather mattress fit for a queen and costing as much to get here. I was wearing the least I possibly could, a sheer, almost gauze like night shirt that crossed mid thigh. I was not to be seen by any man not there to remove it. I stepped to the window and looked out as the moon bounced over every wave between here and London.

Closing my eyes with that thought I am on a bustling street with the nip of winter in the crisp fall air. Bundled in thick layers of wool for a day of shopping. The smell of the perfume and food and life, I thought as I longed for home. Winter in the Caribbean is not exactly suffering but I would give anything to be relieved of this boredom.

Clearly not going to sleep at this point I move to the balcony silently, five foot ten and one hundred and less than six stones I am a prize catch, back in society. My father has high hopes to marry me into a powerful family. I really don't care, all marriages at this level of society are more like mergers than love affairs. It would be the old black butler's wet dream to watch me lower myself down the drain pipe with my hands around the pipe and my feet on the wall, my night shirt open under me as I climb down the water pipe next to my balcony. Twenty feet or so silently make my escape as I see my wavy thick blonde hair in the reflection in the window before I turn away from the house where my dear father sleeps as does my younger sister, Meg, by three years as she has just turned eighteen in January. She takes after my father as a short, five three and maybe five stones soaking wet with dark chestnut hair to her shoulders. I took after my mother and look unusual with them as my mother died in childbirth with Margaret. My father has charged me to take my mother's place, as both a spitting image of her in her youth, when my father married her, and a capable woman who can keep his affairs in order, financial affairs.

The dogs are probably smelling a wild bitch in heat, or something to eat I think as they erupt on the other side of the house. I walk towards the moon through the cool wet grass in my bare feet. The dogs quiet as I feel the grass transition to sand and it is warm being in the brazen sun all day long. Still warm this late, even with the waves driving a cool breeze up over me. My nipples actually stiffen and I am covered with goose bumps as the Atlantic chills my overheated body.

I close my eyes as my body awakens to the sensation of cool after a hot and sweaty week. I think of how good my hands feel wrapped around me, holding myself, my warmth in and baring the cool breeze from my heart.

A man steps out of the bushes down the beach. I calculate if I can make it to the house or rouse the dogs or anyone before he catches me. I am athletic and fast as my body tightens to bolt. My body however has other thoughts as he comes into the moonlight and is a striking man, a pirate but a young man and I have not seen a young man up close in weeks.

I settle my heels as he approaches slowly in his boots through the sand.

"Good Evening Sir" I call as I am suddenly aware of the fact I am basically naked as the breeze slides between my thighs as I stand with a man who has questionable morals, little honor and has probably been rock hard blue balled on a ship full of like men for weeks. I stiffen my upper lip as I feel myself want to quiver and run but at this point it would be impossible. "You've been through worse" I say to myself as images of men using me for what men need women for most, possibly with his mates. "At least he is good looking and young" I think as my thumb imperceptibly slides over my nipple.

 

[Homerun2611]

Initially when I spotted her, she must have been nearly 200 feet away, and what I really saw from that far away was a silhouette of a body barely there, adorned with a set of golden locks that shimmered like stars in the moonlight. I moved toward her, drawn in some sort of celestial pull, a small but stunning star, pulling a massive, but powerless planet.

I kept moving, never accelerating or slowing, simply moving, much like a shark never stops swimming or might die. Every step illuminated her more, brought her into clarity, my eyes were soon transfixed, as the vision before me was stunning and shocking. She didn't move, didn't quake or cover, she just watched me, fully on display, with the most intimately delicious display of the glorious femininity of a woman that it had been my privilege to witness in quite some time, if ever.

She was a wisp of a woman, but tall, proud and sensational. Her eyes looked at me less with fear, than curiosity, and if I might so humble observe, a bit of desire. Suddenly I became introspective, what a beast I must appear to her. My open shirt, my chiseled torso, my six foot three and 14 stones body, of almost solid muscle, my long beard and hair braided ever so lightly, and my skin illustrated richly with the arts of the Caribbean's finest skin artisans.

I was now less than 20 feet away, staring at this incredible vision, her short, almost obscene nighty, her soft pink pert nipples firing at me, perhaps beckoning me for attention. I laughed at the thought, how could a vessel so pure ever want, what she could only rightfully assume was a creature so vile. That of course was not me, I was not the man I portrayed, I was an invention out of necessity, an invention who ultimately became a pirate king.

"Good Evening Sir" I stop in my tracks, and let my eyes pander down, then back up, enjoying every inch of her magnificence. I utter the only logical response, "Good evening indeed Madam" I close a bit more, she still stands firm, oh how wonderfully firm. I know there are twenty some sets of eyes watching my every move, evaluating the merits of their Captain. The only solace I have is the ocean behind them would make it impossible to hear me, as long as I do not shout, of which I have no intention to do.

"My Lady, you must know, you are not safe. A pirate captain does not travel alone, and my crew is hungry, thirsty and bordering if not over the edge of savagery. Yet, you did not run, or even shrink at my presence. I can be a very dangerous man...and while you are right that I have no desire to hurt you...we will not leave here tonight without what we came for...and there will be little thought and no remorse at the price we extoll to take it. Why didn't you run? What am I to make of you? And how do I satisfy the needs of my crew without hurting you and all you love and cherish?"

I see her looking into my eyes, I have the multi colored and faceted eyes of a tiger, and have seen others mesmerized by them. But that is not what is happening here, she is looking inside me, I feel it, so I stay, just as she did and let her read me..while I wait for my answer...while I keep my crew, so edgy for action, at bay.

 

[wickedpen]

The combination of his smell and his lack of grooming violated my every propriety, but there was something in this one. He was dangerous, of that be sure, but I wondered if he could be stabled.

"What do you need?" I asked referring to his supply and crew needs, although from his smile and eyes running down my body slowly taking me in from nipple to toes in the sand, then back.

"Supplies?" I corrected him. "My father would rather give some rations and water than risk his daughter's life with a musket ball from my guard, just out of sight, meant for you." I said coolie as I could as I felt the pull of his raw pheromones and simple primal animal needs.

"I bet he is salty to the taste" I think as my eyes drop to his chest and then lower. Every night since I heard of this winter holiday insanity I fantasized of being taken by a sailor or pirate crazed from being pent up on the ships too long and in need of release.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was not unfamiliar to the look of desire in a woman’s eyes. As a specimen, women took notice, yet I was 14 days at sea and knew my stench was great, her body and senses were battling, while I was all in, but resigned to the fact I would not be invited to partake. I couldn’t help but wonder though, how might she feel, the porcelain skin, the oiled and perfumed body, did it make her juices sweeter, her meat more tender and succumbing.

“I like how you don’t cowherds in my presence, you are not what I thought a society woman would be, how they’d act, and certainly not how they’d dress.” I smiled and cocked my brow in acknowledgement of just how appealing she looked. "What do you need?...Supplies....My father would rather give some rations and water than risk his daughter's life with a musket ball from my guard, just out of sight, meant for you."

I laughed, “Don’t play poker with a pirate, and if you do, don’t bluff him. There is no guard watching us, I am pretty sure you would not parade that way in front of a guard. Also, if there was a guard, I would have already heard the shot of a musket. If I swept you up right now, no one would know you were gone until daybreak when we were well out to sea.”

I stopped and let my words sink in. That I knew she was vulnerable and that I had so far chosen not to take advantage. “Certain of my needs I know you are keenly aware. But, while water is appreciated and needed, we will not leave her without rum, meats, fruits, and I need to figure out if I can safely get into port in the main harbor or in Nevis and get my men, true release, if you would like to avoid us doing that here.”

 

[wickedpen]

"I had to try." I smile as you see my blue eyes glow in the moonlight and my teeth slide out from my formerly pursed lips as I smile.

"True release? Is that what you smarmy sea urchins call it?" I said moving on from his arrogantly rude call of my bluff. I looked out to see as the horizon was beginning to brighten then back to my opponent. "You think an attack on the Royal Navy Commander's home and family could in some way end without you and your crew hung from the mast of your ship skinned alive in this devilishly hot sun, only to beg for the mercy to be dropped into the salty sea where your bound hands would let you enjoy the burning pain until you watch that last breath go..." I said breathing confidently as I finished in a barrage of images not to be discarded as he knew it was true. His slight shift of weight was all I needed as reading men was my main occupation.

"So I can get you some of what you need, without a ruckus." I said as the restlessness of his crew down the beach was bringing this conversation to that awkward moment when the beautiful girl must go and the beautiful boy must make a decision.

 

[Homerun2611]

"True release? Is that what you smarmy sea urchins call it?" I snarled at her sudden voicing of her real thoughts of me, "No, WE SMARMY SEA URCHINS call it fucking, I just cleaned it up for you...we like fucking, hard and raw...the kind of fucking that makes your entire body scream out for more as you cum...and cum often...my men...and women need to fuck....don't you need to fuck too?"

She again tried to take a position that had merit but also flaws, "You think an attack on the Royal Navy Commander's home and family could in some way end without you and your crew hung from the mast of your ship skinned alive in this devilishly hot sun, only to beg for the mercy to be dropped into the salty sea where your bound hands would let you enjoy the burning pain until you watch that last breath go..." I took another step toward her, not to threaten her, but so she saw the sincerity in my eyes.

"Do you think I don't know the risks? My crew doesn't understand the risk?...Here is the problem, I have already crossed that threshold, and unfortunately for you, my best chance is to leave no witnesses...strike hard and savagely. Some of your servants will want to join us, I provide freedom, even though it comes with an instant bounty on their heads. Madam, I wish I could trust you, but I don't know how I can, and if I don't, since you have seen me and can identify me...I don't have many choices other than to take you or kill you, kill your family, and kill anyone who wants to protect them...steal what I can, burn the rest, and do my best to disguise who did such a dreadful act. Being a pirate is not an occupation of diplomacy and negotiation...it is an application of force and the taking of risk."

She made her offer, "So I can get you some of what you need, without a ruckus."

I smiled, a sincere smile, and spoke a truth I would never want my crew to hear as they would only hear weakness, "I wish it was that easy for me to just let a beautiful woman go...and miraculously for her to deliver all or at least much of what we need, and for both of us to go, neither the worse for wear." He now closed the remaining distance, and took his strong rough hands and grabbed her by the waist. "Don't scream...I don't want to hurt you ... yet...I don't actually want to hurt you at all...but, I do fo a moment want to feel what a real society woman feels like...and I want her to tell me...why I should trust her not to turn to her father and have him do exactly what she said could happen to us?"

 

[wickedpen]

I must admit his scent, because that is what it is, like an animal after days without water. It was primal and natural as he closed the distance to me with blatant disregard for pretty much everything he touched me. His hands strong from climbing the ships, but softened with captain's duties. He physically dominated me but I stood my ground holding his eyes with mine I expected him to put me down and have me, which quite frankly might not have been the worst thing in the world.

"Some world view you have there, murder, death, kill, steal, rape, pillage." I say sarcastically rolling my eyes. His palms holding my hip bones, this thumbs laying along them. The whisper of a shirt denied his touch nothing short of actual flesh to flesh contact. I bit my lip as I wanted him and looked into his eyes.

"I can have a weeks supplies left on the dock tomorrow night." I said making an offer from a fairly weak position, looking up into his steely stare as his hands were storm clouds firing lighting flashes of desire.

"Is that not enough?" I asked but my voice gave up my secret, now undeniable arousal.

 

[Homerun2611]

She stood her ground, but something had changed, was it the barely visible biting of her full, beautiful lower lip or perhaps it was the flicker of her eyes? She tried to keep them on mine, but I was sure she had let them quickly, almost instinctively pan down to my flexed biceps and my painted torso. Most of my markings were not permanent, but stemmed from my last time in port, a night with a beautiful mystic who asked if she could use my body as a canvass in return for my unfettered access to hers, a more than fair trade. However, the effect, particularly in the glow of the moon and the stars made me look like some cross between man and creature of the sea. I wondered was that repulsing her, or fanning desires she didn't even know she had?

The touching of her body, if that is what had instigated some aspect of desire in her, had driven a lightning bolt of insatiable desire through me. If she had allowed her eyes to lower just a bit more she would have seen the tenting of my nine inch, hard, thick cock pressing up begging to be released from my loose fitting open kneed breeches. "I can have a weeks supplies left on the dock tomorrow night." I smiled but shook my head softly NO...

"Is that not enough?" In terms of provisions, as long as those provisions included the barrels of rum and cured meats necessary to keep my crew sated. "The issue isn't if your supplies would be adequate..." I looked up at the house and the obvious grandeur of the grounds, "...no, the question is whether they would be their at all...or instead a small battalion ready to do exactly as you so vividly described...'your crew hung from the mast of your ship skinned alive in this devilishly hot sun, only to beg for the mercy to be dropped into the salty sea'!"

I pulled her in, let her feel my virility press against her barely there coverings, letting my eyes watch the reaction of her eyes and nipples to the obvious beast I wanted unleashed. "I believe I need you as wanting to keep me a secret, as I need to be kept one....an act so heinous, yet enjoyable, Daddy could never know...you would be humiliated, not so much for letting it happen as for so wanting and desiring for it to happen again...and again....my lady, you need to be fucked...and enjoy it...pleasure in a ride that keeps your mind and body longing for more...certainly not of a mind to have the purveyour of such pleasure hung and killed..and yes, I realize the risk...if you deem it rape and report me...that only escalates the bounty on my head...but I have no other choice...if I am going to let you live I need to be sure...you want me as alive and available as I do!"

With that I pulled her into a kiss, a deep kiss, my hands dropping and grabbing her ass, both of us aware in the distance my crew was watching our every move...forcing my tongue into her mouth, provoking her smooth muscle to dance and engage until I felt it coil and wrestle with mine first a struggle, then a resignation and finally evolving into a sensual caress!

 

[wickedpen]

There was no bargaining with this, gentleman. He was coarse and primal and clever enough to know when his balls were being led to the vice. The bounty on this one was enough to get me back to London on my own. He looked familiar from the wanted posters father gets. The tattoos sealed it. I usually just used the pictures to fantasize when I was bored, and this Panther I knew pretty well.

Before I knew it he was against me. His hands holding me by my ass like he had a couple nice melons in his hands he was thinking of crushing.

Any concern about his hands was quickly replaced with the sensation of a knife or club in his pants now pressed firmly against me. I came to discover that it was not a club but his cock just as his tongue slithered into my mouth followed by his lips against mine. I was paralyzed, trapped in his arms and quickly loosing any resistance to his needs which were quite apparent throbbing against my mound. When my tongue moved into his mouth his hips nearly knocked me off him with their instinctive thrust. I cried then shuddered.

"I don't want your men to hear and watch" I breathed into his head as my hips were now working as my heels locked behind his back rose and sank with wonderful shudder running through me. "send them back to your ship and I will earn another peaceful night, for my father." I said as horny for this man as I could be, but also very, very aware of him.

 

[Homerun2611]

He had expected some degree of resistance, if nothing else than to play the role good girls were supposed to play, the fact this vision of femininity didn’t, for some reason made me feel a good deal better in trusting her. If I was too often led by my cock, I sensed a kindred spirit who did not like to disagree with the desires of her cunt!

“If I send them back empty handed you and your family may not be the only ones to Parrish tonight. Get me a few bottles of rum and a ham, that will satisfy them, I will send them into port where they can seek their own relief...I will do my best to tell a tale to uphold your virtue, but given the can readily see your body wrapped around mine, your heels gripping my back, that may be a stretch.”

He slowly let her down, “meet me near the edge of your property, bring only what I requested, if you bring a servant to assist, I need to know it is someone you most trust. Just as I am trusting you...I know you could fuck me, and I could soon be looking down the barrel of a musket, but I am counting you would much prefer to look down the barrel of my gun. I will hop into the ocean and be ready...and I can’t wait...”

Moments later I spoke to my crew, there was wide skepticism, but I embellished that this was a chance to secure a long term supply of difficult provisions...given they knew they were largely betting on my skill as a cocksman, they figured those were about the best odds they could get. I jumped in clothed into the frigid water, and did my best to clean what I could...and then as I dried in the warm summer air, I waited, I plaid to the high priestess I hadn’t made a mistake, that the beautiful woman understood...the juice was most certainly worth the squeeze!

 

[wickedpen]

It took me a moment to recover from the sensation of straddling his waist with a sword handle against my untended needs. He noticed with a ever so slight smirk.

"OK give me two hours." I said as I turned and walked towards the house. I could feel the lust from the pirates as I walked and it burned in my belly, the desire to have that sword handle inside me. I barely made it back to my room before I had to lay on my face on the thick white bed and rub myself. Visions of the beast like pirate using me, taking me from every angle, wanting every inch, taking all he has.

It did not take long before my toes were curls and my back arched surging with convulsion as the images of the stranger washing away.

Sarah is one of the servants in the house. She is a lovely woman of just eighteen with chocolate brown skin, long dreads pulled back into a thick ponytail, and beautiful bright eyes. She is as tall as I but with a leaner build. She spoke from the closet as I finished and laid breathing heavily.

"Need some help with that?" she said in her usual point blank way.

I roll to my back now naked and having just masturbated unconcerned with her presence. I smiled up at her as her eyes took me in toe to head.

"What has you so worked up girl?" she asked.

I suddenly knew who I was bringing with me to the meeting.

"Sarah I have a secret and I need your help." I said as she first looked worried then smiled and said "What is it?"

I raised a hand and pulled her to sit on the bed next to me. I looked up at her as she looked suspicious. I raised my hand and caressed her breast through her black dress. Her nipple was already hard as I slid my thumb over the material between it and her nipple.

"I need you to get a barrel of rum and a ham and meet me at the far corner of the property. Can you do that?" I asked.

"I don't know Ms Sam, I could get in trouble." Sarah said wisely.

"You think I am going to let anything happen to my favorite girl?" I said as I raised my hand to her throat. "and do you think my father is going to let anything happen to your sweet little self?" I emphasized as I had become aware that my father too enjoyed partaking in Sarah's physical gifts.

Sarah smiled and I rose up and pulled her lips to mine and felt their thick meaty touch and her tongue quickly fill my mouth. Her dark hand on my naked thigh ached for her to fall into bed with me. But we had things to do...

 

[Homerun2611]

"OK give me two hours." I reluctantly let her slide down my body and watched the maiden walk into the house. Why exactly I trusted her, I don't know. The sane thing was for her to wake her father and have him wake his full battalion of guard and feel a barrage of musket ball raid down on he and his men.

That was the exact question Shady had for me, when I joined them. "She is bringing rum and ham for or crew, tonight you will eat like kings!" I smiled trying to sound encouraging. "Sure, or we will have a nice full belly of lead." And as much as I tried to laugh him off, I knew he was right.

Except, he hadn't been there, he hadn't felt what I felt, he didn't see the look in he eyes that I did. I would bet my life she would come back and we would have tonight...and then I understood the irony of my statement. That is exactly what I was doing.

I wanted to prepare for her, and I stripped down and waded into the water. Grabbing a handful of the sand I scrubbed it up and down my body, using the water and abrasive sand I peeled off layers of dirt and accumulated stench. Once, as good as I could get I tossed my smelly shirt and boots into the boat and put on my pants.

It was hard looking into the eyes of my crew as they questioned what was happening, had I led my set of criminals to the gallows, or to a feast. The moon had shifted in the sky and we were at or beyond the two hours and the concern troops were forming rather the a willowy blond coming over the horizon.

Suddenly I saw her hair luminescent in the moonlight, a smile on her face. She had a tall black woman with her, clearly a servant, and they were pulling a cart with the provisions I had requested. "Shady, you two, come with me, she has delivered as I requested!" Before I knew it I was running toward her, excited in a way I could not explain myself. However, Shady was clearly more enticed by her servant, and as we closed, I pulled her into my arms kissing her, "I don't even know your names..." Shady smiled..."Well if the Captain is staying here, perhaps you would like to come with us, we can trade back in the morning?" He was eying her up and down as I was my lady. I looked and smiled at the woman, "Would your helper like to ride a pirate too?"

 

[wickedpen]

Like when prey catches the eye of the predator and you know you are done for, that is how it felt with the Panther. He was a beast of a man but we connected. Sarah nor Shady would understand as they were not from opposite ends of existence.

His lips were warm and hard as his tongue filled me and I wanted more. I want him inside me and feeding on my breasts as I howl at the moon with soulful release. I felt weightless in his arms as his hands pulled my ass into his hard crotch.

Then his genius buddy had to chime in with his pirate slur. , "Would your helper like to ride a pirate too?"

Sarah looked at me and I knew she was not interested in the dirty criminal. You would not think Sarah a slave by her demeanor, which I respected.

"I am not here to ride a pirate" I said stepping back from my fantasy man, here, now and without these other two we would be naked like the hogs in their pen. "Nor is she." my voice taking a firmer tone than I wanted. I looked at the Panther, my pirate, and sadly forced the words, "you have your provisions, now sail on to the next port of whores" my tone was hard to tweak between disgust and desire. I stepped next to Sarah and slid my arm into hers.

"We shall not speak of this night" I said waiting for something, anything, to keep me from walking away, but alas I had to. I could not let Sarah know if I was fucking a pirate. "The kiss was a bit more than I expected but I think, I mean I haven't done anything with any pirate!" I thought to myself as we walked back towards the house.

"You really seem to like him?" Sarah said as her thin strong fingers closed over my hand.

"It's nothing" I sighed and wanted to find a row boat and search down my wild man.

 

[Homerun2611]

She had come, basically alone and with the provisions that would keep his crew satisfied for the night, maybe two. I smiled as we came up and encountered her and her very attractive servant. Shady's offer had been crude, and I could see in the ebony beauty's eyes there was little mutual interest.

"I am not here to ride a pirate" My eyes flashed at hers, had I misunderstood? I was very confident I hadn't but I also realized she now had an audience and Shady's remark had made any prospective interplay between us seem crude, and she was far from a whore, actually the farthest thing possible. "Nor is she."

And I knew my fantasy, at least tonight and potentially forever was over. Our moment was there, and like fool I was a captain rather than a man, why I hadn't gone with her to the hidden spot she suggested, I do not know. She looked at me, there was still a hunger, I was sure there was, but not the same as when her body had been draped around mine.

"you have your provisions, now sail on to the next port of whores" Her statement was cold and judgmental, the verdict was in and we were guilty of being scum not worthy of a Lady or her servant. "We shall not speak of this night"

She had stepped out of my arms, shortly after the kiss and now appeared quite content to act as if it had never happened at all. Well good for her, not good for us, or our men.

As they walked off, I turned to Shady, "Ride a pirate? What the fuck, she is a lady." As I said the word I regretted it as I saw the hatred in my first mate's eyes. "You just let her pat you on the head like a lap dog. This is barely enough to last the night, we came here to pillage a plantation and collect enough for a good run at sea...why aren't we doing that, because she is a lady?"

This was a moment of truth he was right, and I could not take this answer back to the ship no matter how little desire I had to bring her harm. "Stay here...no, take what we have to the crew but this is only the beginning of what we will get here, I will handle this." He agreed, but with far less confidence than earlier.

They had only gone maybe 100 feet toward the big house as I quickly closed and stepped in front of them. "My Lady, this was not the deal...and you know it...we came here to get what we need for weeks, not the night...you came back with part of what I thought was a bargain..." I looked into her eyes, "But apparently I misunderstood our arrangement....We will not be moving on to...as you said to the next port of whores. You have left me no option than to reign down terror on you, your servant here, and your plantation and family...We will either leave with what we need or die in the conflict...I hope your pride was worth breaking our agreement..."

 

[wickedpen]

The captains boots were not as silent as he may have thought but we walked steadily knowing he was coming. "and alone" Sarah whispered.

I listened as he berated and threatened and then said I was prideful.

"Sarah go home, tell no one." I said and she simply nodded and left. I waited for her to be well out of earshot as I turned to this mountain of fresh hot man.

"I am so, so, sorry about that." I said changing my tone completely as I step in front of him and put my hand on his bare chest. "I have to keep up appearances." I said as I brought my right hand to his left thigh and slowly dragged my palm and finger tips upward. I watched my hand as rounded his hip and heard nothing but breathing I continued until this hard cock was under my palm. I looked up at him, "appearances ya know?" I said and winked. Then I pushed his off the path and into the darkness of the palms.

He walked backwards until he was in a small dark clearing where I grabbed the top of his pants and stopped him.

"If no one can see you, then there are no appearances." I said as my hand began opening his pants. "I do not know if I can get you all the supplies you require." I said as I soon had his naked hard flesh in my hand. I looked back up into his face as I stroked his magnificent cock.

"Does this protect my pride?" I said breathlessly as the captains time at sea was clearly lengthy by his reactions to my hands. "Would you really attack and terrorize the hands that do this so well?" I sighed being more than well versed in sexual techniques and training. I stroke him for a few more seconds in silence as he opens his legs and is clearly close to release. I stop and squeeze him tight with both hands and look into his surprised face.

"You may just rape and pillage us anyway, but in the back of your head you know this is the best orgasm you could ever have, and you will never have it againnnn..." I exhale as my hands release. With one more stroke he grunts and jerks and sends cum into the trees. I stroke him until he empties his last drop leaving a small pool in the sand of his thick white cum.

I step back and wipe my hands together, cleaning all sighs of his cum from me.

"So captain, what do you think of my offer?" I asked feeling like it was almost unfair as he was visibly shaken by the orgasm I gave him, in a good way.

 

[Homerun2611]

I knew I took a chance dressing her down like that, but if she carried out her plan, I would have no choice. My crew would demand to be taken care of, or die in the process and I wold not be able to protect her, unless I kidnapped her. Her instructions to her servant were critical, to leave and be quiet, she wanted to be with me alone. Suddenly she was the woman he had trusted and desired two hours ago. The look of desire, the delicate hand on my thigh, "I am so, so, sorry about that....I have to keep up appearances." She winked, "appearances ya know?" as she pushed me off the path, we were alone, at least out of clear eye or ear shot, and my body felt electric.

I did know and that was part of the problem for me to, why my ability to protect her had limits, no matter if it was not what I wanted. I brought my hand to her waist, "Unfortunately, so do I, it is not an idle threat, my crew expects to be satisfied, one way or the other."

There was a look in her eye that flamed a fire deep inside. "If no one can see you, then there are no appearances." And I knew why we were suddenly here in this secluded spot off the path when I felt her hands undoing my pants. I laughed, "So you can play in the moonlight and still be chaste in the morning?" I wanted to feel her lips, hands and body on mine, and my cock. I wondered if her loins wanted me as much as mine did hers, was her fire as wanton and needy for these beautiful specimens from opposite ends of the social spectra to mate like the needy beasts they were.

As she stroked me, I pawed at her slender frame, gripping her waist hard as my arousal sky rocketed, "I do not know if I can get you all the supplies you require." I rolled my head back, 'fuck this was good' a glass of ice water t a man in the dessert, at first I didn't hear her so lost in her delicate touch and desire. "Does your body not hunger to feed from me, to feel my hardness inside of you, deep inside you, and for a moment, enjoy my wicked body as I feast on your elegant beauty?" I was clearly in no state of mind to negotiate, a fact she well knew, yet I had to, yet all I wanted was to drive my sword deep in her soft pink slit.

I was moaning as I spoke, trying to utter discernible words as my legs turned to jelly. "That will be a problem my lady, if it is a matter of time, I may be able to help, but if it is an unwillingness, then we are more then capable of taking with little regard to the desires or anger of its prior owners. Be that food, liquor or women." I emphasized the last word of taking this woman as mine and adventuring the seas with her in my bed held an undeniable appeal.

"Does this protect my pride?" she said with a panting desire that I felt course through me as well. "Would you really attack and terrorize the hands that do this so well?" She spoke in sonnets and poetry while I managed a world of savages and desperados with little appreciation for the skills she so delicately and masterfully. "Mmmmm....you do not understand?" I groaned trying to formulate words while only wanting, craving release and he payoff of her tender care. So close, and then the surprising strength of her tightened grip. "For one so fair, you are surprisingly experienced and talented, do I misjudge your gentility?"

Her hand releases and jerks me in euphoric celebration, the muscles of my arse tighten and my python launches spewing its venom in surge after surge, she took me to the cliff and guides my heavenly soar, "Oh fuck yess, yess...take it, empty me!" My eyes closed, my body tense, the volcano between my legs erupts and erupts in divine pleasure. "You may just rape and pillage us anyway, but in the back of your head you know this is the best orgasm you could ever have, and you will never have it againnnn..."

I look at her, "Won't I? As good as this was, I think WE can have better. I want to feel you wrapped around me, and your body shuddering from the sensation of enjoying me to the depths of your core. I also have skills and talents that I do not believe you have ever known the likes of. I may be a savage, but I am a savage with skills and a hard and talented cock!"

She is straightening herself as if she had done no more than finished grooming her stallion, and in he mind that may have been all that happened, but he guessed not. "Your offer is what? To have enjoyed this and be on my way...this was good, but not enough to provision a ship.... I want to see you a again...and I want to enjoy you carnally...I can give you time, but I need the supplies I spoke of...

I took a breath and then gave the other, unavoidable side of the coin, 'If not tell me now and we will have our run of the place but you have my word I will do my best to protect your family as long as no one attempts to be a hero...or...you can try to do this by stealth and I will meet you in the harbor town at the Inn of the King on two nights hence...you can tell me of your progress, I need everything in less than a week, until then I will use my gold and give my crew a short leave. We can also pick up where we have left off...let me return the favor?"

 

[wickedpen]

"You are sweet." I said looking into his eyes as he tried to thread the needle of bad boy pirate and desire for this untouchable daughter of a Royal Commander. Suddenly some twenty guards were sprinting down the path, a bush away, headed for the beach. The muskets and belts clacking as they ran in their knees high black boots. Those poor bastards were not given the option of summer wear.

I reached for the strange man who stepped towards the path once the soldiers were past.

"No." I said, "it's too late." And as if on cue a flash followed by more flashes then the sound from the navy man of war pounding the pirate ship with it's guns.

This was the moment I most feared. The moment when he realizes my father and his officers have been on to his presence all along.

"I never said a word. I swear it. I saved you." I say begging his hands do not engage with the anger and rage I can see swelling inside him, like the energy he had in his cock suddenly reversed course. "I had no way to stop it. I could not tell you. I heard only from Sarah on the walk to meet you. I reach up and try to kiss him.

 

[Homerun2611]

The unbridled rage I felt coursing through my veins was almost uncontrollable, but it was not at her, although part of it should have been, it was at myself. I was the Captain, and I had let my crew down, potentially led them to slaughter. And for what, because I had met a girl, coveted a feeling I had never felt before, felt lifted by her, now to to only be so thoroughly and horrendously betrayed.

She reached up to kiss me, and I grabbed her and pulled her in kissing her with passion quickly becoming overcome with rage, a most dangerous combo. As our mouths opened and our tongues wrestled, I tried to process her words in my mind. "I never said a word. I swear it. I saved you...I had no way to stop it. I could not tell you. I heard only from Sarah on the walk to meet you."

I push her back, but hold her firmly in my grasp, I only wait a second for the response to the guards initial salvo, and then it comes....canon balls fire at the house with deadly precision. "You foolish, and treacherous girl...saved me...from what? The arrogance of your father and a set of troops that have grown fat and lazy suckling from the teet of this island. Listen...listen to the screams of the people up at your house...did you not think our guns were not trained on your large palatial estate, armed by men who can hit a moving ship from a quarter mile or more away...all you had to do was trust me, or at least tell me and I could have sailed my ship out of harm's way. Your gunners are not equipped to battle us, they are out of practice and aiming at a ghost already moving in the sea. Maybe a musket shot or two landed, barely a mosquito bite...in return my well trained and battle tested crew has lobbed a deadly reply with surgical precision...."

I was so mad, at me, at her and at her arrogant idiot of a father who thought his fancily clad brigade had any chance against a band of ruthless killers. "My crew doesn't play by rules, we move in the stealth of the night...how many times do you think we have run successfully from canon fire...it is you and your family who is suffering unnecessary casualties by belying my trust...and now me, who has been rightfully abandoned by the crew I nearly imperiled because I was attracted to and trusted a girl who was clearly not what I thought..."

There were screams coming from the main house, I did not know if it was servants or family, just that there were wounded, wounds that never needed to happen, except for the foolish arrogance of the rich and pampered...

I looked at her, "Now what, do you want me to rape you before I am captured and hanged, did you think you could keep me like a pet after Daddy saved the day...or do I run and hide like a thief, a man stripped of his command...how did you think this ended...did you think at all while you were "saving" me?"

I was angry, hurt and desperate, but I was confident I only had seconds before I felt the sharp edge of a blade or the pelting and subjugation to the lead fired from the guard's musket. I looked at her, and didn't understand why it was so hard to leave her. What was this pull she had, this pull that had let me risk and lose everything? The cannon fire died which meant one thing, my shp, my crew had rightfully taken flight to the sea, and now here I was abandoned and about to become a fugitive with an even bigger bounty on his head..."How do you save me now?"

 

[wickedpen]

His kiss, his grip, his stopping and holding me like a school girl. Chiding me for my short sighted, childish acts as my life was torn apart into senseless death and destruction. Tears welled in my eyes as he blamed me for the death and destruction of my family and their estate because I wanted to fuck a pirate. All my fault and he has the balls to ask, "How do you save me now?"

Those balls must be wonderful banging into me as I am leaned over his hips railing and he is using me to satisfy that primal need.

."How do you save me now?" was quickly followed by a nearby "cannon shot?" I thought. I grabbed his hand and moved into the brush about ten paces and pulled on what looked like a limb. A well disguised trap door opened, just big enough to get through. Not built by any adults, that was for sure.

I looked at my pirate as the screams echoed and we heard men obviously looking for one of us.

"Down into the hole or take you chances up here?" I said looking behind him for anyone.

 

[Homerun2611]

Before she pulled me into the brush I looked up at the house, the crashing suggested more damage than I saw. There were definitely injuries, bu only a single wing of the large plantation was truly damaged, nonetheless I knew they would be looking for blood. "Down into the hole or take you chances up here?"

I looked around and could hear the sound of boots nearing, there were at least 8 to 10 men. "I have no choice." That was not true, I could have stayed and fought...and died...or I could climb into a dark place and ...most likely die too, but what a much better way to go.

I crawled inside and looked back, I was not certain she was following so I made up her mind for her, grabbing her hand and then catching her in my arms. She was light, and delicate, but if she was frightened, she didn't show it. I pulled her close and kissed her, it was very dark but our eyes were adjusting. "You know if you wanted to get me alone, there were easier ways."

There were sounds all around us, but at least for now no one seemed to know about this secret entrance, but the question was to what? "Does this lead anywhere or do we just stay down here until the coast is clear? Also, your servant, will she tell your father about me?"

 

[wickedpen]

I did not know what i was doing but remembered this little hiding place. Not much room, only two people on hands and knees and maybe ten feet deep. The sound of soldiers above made me incredibly nervous as became aware of this man's body against me. His chest against my breasts. His breath in my face as I breath his air and his hips pressed to mine with his cock hardening.

"How can you get aroused in a time like this?" I whispered as I reached down and instinctively rubbed it.

"We could be found at any moment" I breathed as we shifted and I managed to get his pants open. My hand melted onto his hot cock hard as an ax handle.

Some more men shouted and then passed headed back to the house.

"I don't have any plan" I gasped as I began to inch my dress up my thigh. "I just know I want you." I heard myself admit and the battle faded as I needed him right now!

 

[Homerun2611]

The area was tight, warm, damned hot actually, and I have to say, I loved it. It was quickly obvious this was a hiding place, not an escape, and we were one pull away from being discovered, and if that happened, I was a dead man. I was taking it all in, I felt our hot bodies pressed together, could hear every breath we took, and mostly I heard our, or more precisely my, enemy pounding directly overhead.

"How can you get aroused in a time like this?" I,m sure, to the extent she could see me at all, I looked puzzled at the question. I also whispered, “The better question is how could I not be?” I had accepted death long ago, it was inevitable, and in my chosen line of work, would most likely occur abruptly and violently. Every raid, every battle at sea, every run form the cannons of some fort, held that potential. So, in response, my body would go to high alert, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I truly did not allow fear to enter my mind, what a worthless waste of energy that would be. If I went down, please let it be at my physical apex, with my shield or on it, a man, a real man should hope to die no other way.

"We could be found at any moment" I felt her hands undoing my pants, she would indeed find me aroused, rock hard and huge in fact, a cannon readied for battle, but more than happy to find a soft, sweet, wet diversion. “I know, isn’t that what makes it all so spectacular, what better time to fuck, than when your body is so alive, every nerve tingling.”

Men literally thundered overhead. They were looking for her, not sure if she had hidden or been taken. I smiled, the answer was hiding now, but about to be taken as never taken before. I don't have any plan" unfortunately, that was very clear, but at this moment escape was the last thing on my mind. Her one hand worked my massive shaft, pulling the foreskin down, rubbing my sensitive head in her delicate hand. I let out a deep moan, as never had I had so refined and delicate a touch on my hardness. However, she was not shy, her hand worked me with want. Not so much to bring me pleasure, but to prepare her steed for the ride her body craved.

It was clear I was not the only one savoring the moment. "I just know I want you." I felt her fondling with her skirt. But with her hand on my cock, our lips pressed, our tongues intertwined, my brutish hands, found her hem, pulled it up, until I could grasp her undergarments, and in one brutal yank, tear them to shreds so they lay on the mud floor.

“You think I don’t want you? I risked and lost everything for this. Will your cunt be worth the sacrifice? It better be....” with that my massive hands gripped around the underside of her thin, toned thighs and pulled up. Like our bodies knew exactly what we each needed, her pelvis tilted up to the nearly vertical angle of my throbbing prick. An then in one deft, but unbelievably glorious moment, her sheath, fully taking and housing my sword! Her body felt amazing, her nipples pressed against my chest, the sweat and heat, raw passion, “Jesus, fuck me, fuck me like our lives depend on it, like it’s the last cock you’ll ever have!” For this was likely my last cunt...

 

[wickedpen]

I had never felt like this. I needed this man inside me and I needed him to cum. I wanted to keep his line going, in secret through the aristocracy of England.

"Oh yes fuck me good" I groaned softly, quietly as I was sure his needs were shaking the debris hiding us. His hands were harsh and strong on my hips as he thrust up into me. So good I could hardly stand it.

Looking in his eyes as he made me feel things I never had both physically and this strange metaphysical view I never knew before as he thrust again and again. I knew he was giving me a son, he would live on miraculously with me. The thought sent me into complete orgasm as I held on to him until he grunted and I felt him cum. We were so tightly wound every heartbeat reverberated through me. His orgasm send a tsunami through me.

I must have blacked out as the next think I felt was being pulled out of the hole by a strong hand on my ankle and hearing the soldiers calling that they "found her." I was in quite a state and Sara quickly put a blanket around me and I went with her to the house. Unsure what became of the Panther.

 

[Homerun2611]

How could this possibly be? How could two people be so opposite, in form, function, substance and heritage and yet be so incredibly perfect. She wrapped me, embraced me and asked me to give her something I had never given anyone, LIFE! Yet she never said a word. She would be my legacy, now matter how this ended, I would live on, I knew it to the depths of whatever soul I possessed. However, I was not yet ready to leave this world, not now, not with only having just found the treasure, I had always sought.

How she felt, reacted as I came inside of her. Never had a woman drawn such an eruption, I fired round after round, volley after volley of my seed into her fertile womb. She collapsed on my cock as we came, and we had cum together, starting and finishing, completely spent. Luckily it was only she who blacked out, my senses were still charged, and it was a single straggling soldier who found us. He opened the hatch, and saw only her in the moonlight laying on the ground, he called out and hopped down and never saw me.

One hard cross and he was out, crumpled next to her. I wanted to grab her, take MY woman with me, but there was no time, and the rest were coming, running and in one fast movement, I was out, running through the brush, and headed out towards the beach.

I turned around and saw the servant, our eyes definitely met, and then I heard her yell, "She's over here in the hide-away...she must have escaped the pirate or he fled." She looked at me and smiled, glanced her eyes away...and I was off...on the beach and running away...but running to what I didn't know...hoping to find a crew that I wasn't sure had any desire to find me...