Avast Ye!

Jack tried to groan as she moved up and wrapped his cock in her tits, but he found himself unable to, he was completely out of breath from breathing so hard. All he could do was stare at Sabre as she worked him over his eyes letting her know how close he was to losing it. He felt his cock twitch and could tell his own orgasm was moments away. He tried to indicate this to her, but he still could not speak, rather he just collapsed back onto his back and let her tongue and breasts carry him away to ecstasy.
 
Sabre gripped Jack's cock with her tits, then ran them up and down his length, taking a moment to draw a breath before continuing to lick him up. His cock burned between her breasts, and one of her fingers brushed her hardened nipples, making her shiver. She was getting aroused again...

... so she decided to speed her movements. Sabre's hands gripped her breasts even harder, and moved faster, as her tongue worked his head feverishly. She moaned on his uncovered flesh, her breath tickling him before she again engulfed his head and sucked him off harder.
 
Jack's teeth ground together as he clenched his jaw shut to keep from yelling. Her breasts left so good on his shaft. His breath becoming very fast now and he could feel his orgasm gathering in the base of his cock. "I.... can't.... I'm..... going... to....." He lost all thought as her mouth absorbed his head, sucking hard while her breasts worked his shaft, rubbing him up and down. Suddenly he felt like a cannon exploded inside him, and his orgasm went rocketing force harder than he'd ever felt before he groaned loudly as he shot his load into her waiting mouth, her breasts pumping out the most intense sensation Jack had ever felt in his life... he sat up from the sheer force of it, his juices rushing into her mouth, it seemed to go on for an eternity before he slumped jack down, breathing heavy, his face covered in persperation as he lay panting. "That...was.. bloody... amazing."
 
Sabre felt his warm seed fill her mouth. Some of it spilt out of her lips before she noticed and started swallowing. She flustered, half embarrassed, half aroused by the sluttiness of her behaviour.

She cleaned him off with her tongue, then freed his cock. Sabre glanced at Jack coily, as she scooped up the thin trail of cum that ran down to her chin from the corner of her lips with her hand, licked it off, and then rubbed her hand against the sheets to clean it. Her eyes stared into his, asking silently if he'd liked it, but his words were nothing short of the answer she hoped for, and she grinned, still flustering, her golden eyes shimmering in a mix of lust and naughtyness...
 
Jack grinned at the naughty look on her face, pulling her up to him and kissing her deeply tasting a mixture or rum and himself on her. He grabbed her waist and rolled her over so he was the one on top. He pinned her arms above her head and began raining kisses over all her exposed skin, amazed at how quickly he was becoming arousd again. "Well what now then?" He asked, grinning mischeiviously. "There's a lot more time to kill on a vessel." He said as he continued kissing her, rubbing his again rising erection against her.
 
Sabre gasped, feeling his erection brushing against the tanned skin of her navel, just above her skirt's rim. Looking into Jack's face, she decided it was about time to... but it was difficult to do it...

She sighed, rolling over so now it was Jack who was under her. Getting off the bed with sombre eyes, Sabre turned around. Her mark, the fire-branded 'S' was prominent on her lower back. Her hands fiddled with her belt, and then she turned her head to look back towards Jack with nervous and sad eyes. This was what she was so embarrased about, she thought as she let her skirt slide down her tanned skin.

Small scars showed on her flesh, clear traces running down her hips, and down her ass. Marks of the torture she had endured. Most of them seemed to be done by a whip, and some seemed more twisted... looking at them from a distance, it almost seemed as if they formed a pattern, but it was known only to that who made them in the first place. Sabre lowered her head and closed her eyes, wondering if Jack would still accept her like this... 'damaged goods' came to her mind... a hateful colloquialism...
 
Jack gasped as she exposed he flesh. The marks covering her looked to be precise and purposeful. Whoever had done this had really known what they were doing. Jack sported a few lash marks across his back, but they were clumsy gashes compared to these. Whoever did this to Sabre was a true sadist, someone who had devoted heir life to pain. Christ who the hell would do that to such a delicate woman.. Jack felt himself getting angry.
He could see the nervousness and pain in her eyes. It took a lot of courage for her to reveal this much of herself to Jack and he could tell she was dreading what his reaction would be. Standing slowly he walked over to her and ran this hands over the rough bumps of the scars. "Bloody hell... whoever did this to you should be keel-hauled and then fed to the sharks." He looked at her and saw the fear in her eyes. "All these scars are to me is yet another reminder to me how much tougher than me you are." He said as he brought her close into him for another long kiss. "And yer still the most beautiful lass I've seen in all me years at sea."
 
Sabre melted against Jack, tears of happyness slowly running down her cheeks. He was... too damn good to her. Too good. In a sense, she deserved the pain she had suffered. She was not a pure soul, that was for sure... but neither was he. She guessed that, after all, they must have been made for each other. And with that thought...

... Sabre kissed him back, then broke the kiss and turned around, her ass rubbing his member. Taking one of his arms, she slowly moved towards a free spot on the wall, twisting back to keep kissing him. When they were at the wall, Sabre freed his arm, and leaned against the wall supporting herself on her hands. Then she spread her legs, offering him a good view of her pussy lips. Even now, Sabre was absolutely breathless and horny, no mistake about it. She wanted Jack... he was just right for her.

Sliding a hand down her body, Sabre placed two fingers on her lower lips, and split them. She looked back at Jack, her blushing embarrassed like never before, as she offered herself to him...
 
Jack smiled as he saw the tears rolling down her face. He put his hand on her cheek and wiped her tears away, looking adoringly into those golden eyes. For what seemed like the eight hundredth time since his escape from Trenchad Jack thanked whatever power was behind all this, giving him all the good luck he had been experiencing in the last couple of weeks. He kissed her heavily, letting his tongue play inside her mouth

She pulled away from him and turned, her ass brushing his rearoused manhood. He grinned as she took his arm, pulling him to the wall. He continued kissing her, his hands grasping at her hard nipples as she spread her legs for him and leaned against the wall. He let his head rest against her slit as he lubricated himself in her flowing juices, all the while kissing at her lips and neck while his hands groped her breasts.

He felt her hand run down his body and took half a step back to see what she was doing. His dick twitched as she spread herself wide open for him, and her blushing embarrassment just made it all the more sexier. He stepped back into her, grasping his erection by the base he slid himself against the outside of her, letting his head bounce against her clit several times before he slid himself inside, slowly, letting just his head rest in her as he watched her to make sure she wanted more.
 
Sabre's breasts were on fire. So was her pussy. Jack's hands on her tits were just sweet, pure, murderous pleasure. Something warm moved inside her, stimulating one place, then gone to stimulate something else. One breast, then the other, and back. Her creamy flesh molded itself to Jack's hands, spilling around them when he squeezed harder.

"Nnnnnhhhhh!" Looking back at him, she pleaded with her eyes, her mouth half-open with her upper teeth resting on her lower lip, not quite worrying it.

But the icing on the erotic pose she was in, was when she shuddered, feeling his cock brush her pussy lips to lubricate itself. When his dick hit her clit, Sabre shuddered again, and again, and again, leaning further against the wall, tensing up. Her legs became rock-hard, and her feet rubbed the wood under them. Her lower regions burned, her insides jolted up, and she almost hopped in ecstasy.

Then she felt his flesh part hers, and Sabre closed her eyes, tensing even further. Jack's head entered her, sliding in on her juices and into her tight cunt. "Haaaahhhh!"
 
He reveled in her groans as he entered her, his arousal returned one hudrend percent. He gripped her tits harder as he felt her stiffen, rubbing his cock further against her lips and clit, delighting in the noises she made. He smiled at her pleading, choosing to tease her somewhere, letting his head thrust in and out, teasing her with what else he could give her. Grabbing her waist he reached around and massage her clit as his head bobbed in and out of her, making her beg for more.

Finally his own desire couldn't stand anymore. He pushed himself deeper in her, moaning in her ear as he felt her pussy grip his cock. He thrust slowly in and out of her, letting her wetness grow to new levels as he filled her with himself, groaning loudly at the sensation of her slick cunt sliding on his hard erection.
 
Sabre grimaced, unable to resist this much pleasure. It went right through her defenses, and relaxed her muscles, stealing any possible mobility off her limbs. It was as if all she could do was take it all in stride and hope her brain would work properly afterwards. When he gripped her tits, she knocked on the wall with her head.

"Gyaahhhhh!" A scream escaped Sabre's lips the same way self-control did. The feeling of her flesh parting, then relaxing, and again parting when Jack's cock entered and exited her pussy was simply incredible. Her juices dripped down her legs, or fell right onto the floor, glistening on the wood under the sunlight.

But that was nothing when Jack started impaling her. Her insides resisted his length but still parted with a mix of pain and pleasure that forced Sabre to stick her upper body completely against the wall, otherwise she couldn't resist Jack's manhood. She gritted her teeth, and knocked the wall again with her forehead. Her whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and some drops rained down her tits, the motion of their fucking setting them free from her flesh. A lot of it ran down from her hair, down her neck, and down her back, as if it was a snail's trail.
 
Jack grunted loudly as he pressed Sabre against the wall, letting himself sink deep into her. He was losing coherent thought as pleasure overtook him. His thoughts flitted in and out of his mind as the world fell away leaving only the two of them together, in perfect ecstasy. He heard her moans and increased his thrusting, determined to bring her to to same type of orgasm she had before.

He continued thrusting himself into her, feeling her pussy moving against his cock, his own orgasm drawing closer and closer again as he kept pounding her, pinning her body against the wall with his as he rammed deep into her. His hands groped at her body, squeezing her breasts and grabbing her hips to give him some leverage as he pressed himself deep inside her. He leaned forward and kissed her back and neck as he allowed himself to be lost in her scent and the feeling of pleasure of her wetness rubbing against his hardness.
 
Sabre whimpered in pleasure, grimacing, as her senses became numb, overcome completely by pleasure. Her fingers could have been touching searing-hot metal now, she wouldn't have noticed. Only Jack's cock spearing her cunt registered in her brain.

And her orgasm was so close! It was like a bubble inside her, screaming for release. She just needed that little bit more of stimuli... which she found when she gripped Jack's dick as hard as possible. Sabre's whole body tensed as her eyes again opened wide like saucers, and her hands twisted on the wood until they formed fists. Then she screamed, her pussy showering Jack's member with her cum, her sweat raining down when her body shuddered madly. Her scream was long, drawn-out, and when she ran out of breath she just gasped deeply and screamed again, her vagina ravaged by multiple, little orgasms after the first big one, still milking pleasure from the feeling of Jack's huge dick inside her...
 
Jack vaguely heard Sabre scream, his own mind almost completely detached from his body as the pleasure of fucking her overtook him. He felt her gushing onto him as she gripped her pussy around him. He felt his cock buck as she screamed over and over, his own orgasm closing in, felt it teasing him. He knew it was laying just out of his reach, forcing him to work for it. He grabbed her hips as she came on his dick and pounded himself into her hard than ever, losing himself as he chased his orgasm, forcing her hot wet cunt onto his hard member

And then he felt it, the twitching in his balls as his orgasm rose up through his dick. He groaned loudly as he lost control, pinning her against the wall, thrusting hard as his orgasm overtook him, shooting like a cannon for the second time as his load burst deep inside her. Jack kept thrusting, forcing every last drop out of him as he coaxed more small orgasms out of Sabre as he spent himself inside her letting his body slump against hers, feeling the sweat on his chest mingle with the beads of sweat on her back and breathing deeply of the sexual scent they had created.
 
Sabre gasped for breath. That was about the only thing she was capable of noticing for the first few seconds after her orgasms died completely. After that, she felt Jack slumped against her, pinning her to the wall. She would have flustered, as more and more sensations returned to her, but she just couldn't blush more than she already was.

She felt his seed deep inside her. And this, having Jack's seed inside her, made her feel wonderful, good beyond words. His body on top of hers made her feel exultant, happy beyond measure. Sabre had finally found someone... someone who she would give her life for. Not out of a sense of duty or honor. Not because she was paid to do so (which was not a valid reason, anyway).

It was because she would want to. And that made a world of difference to her. She grinned, resting her forehead against the wall, panting. She was spent, that was for sure, and she hoped Jack was too, because she was not going to do that again any time soon...
 
Jack slowly pushed himself off Sabre, his legs slightly shakey he had to shoot an arm out against the wall in order to steady himself. "Wow.. That was just... wow." He smiled at Sabre who was still slumped against the wall. He pulled her away and took her in a hug from behind kissing her neck. "Thank you for that." he chuckled. "I needed it more than even I thought I did." He kissed her neck again and detangled himself from her, moving to grab the jug of water next to the empty glasses and puring himself some and pouring a bit more on his chest, cooling him off.

"So, still up for teaching me how to use that pig sticker?" He smiled pointing at his sword resting on the floor next to his trousers.
 
Sabre half snorted, half chuckled as she moved to grab the water jug. Sword practice? Now? She gestured at him with an open palm, shaking it side to side gently. The rest of her body language, irregular breathing, sweat, and a distinctive way of walking (slow and with legs spread a bit more than usual) clearly got the message across.

Sabre drank roughly half the jug, and shuddered in pleasure at its freshness. She needed that. Now, she also needed to rest. Wobbling over to her bed, she sat on it, panting softly, before falling on her side on the sheets. Sabre stared at Jack with loving, narrow eyes... just that. Taking in the sight before her, her mind in blank...
 
Jack laughed. He knew how she felt. Probably worn out. Jack felt just the opposite, this had invigorated him. He was full of energy but he understood she needed rest. He smiled at her and leaned down, planting a kiss on her forehead. She looked gorgeous, half covered by the sheets, staring up at him. Jack stared back at her, his eyes acknowledging her feelings and returning them. He hadn't really thought anything would go like this when he brought her on board. His intentions had been purely business. She was good with a sword and he needed able crewmen. He hadn't expected to become so enamored with her. And yet here he was. "Aye, you probably be needing some rest after that little workout?" He asked and she replied by nodding at him. "Well I'll be on deck, getting a little fresh air. Just come up when you're rested." He leaned over kissing her hand and lowered his voice as if sharing a secret. "You are by far the greatest lover I have ever known." He winked at her and reclothed himself, swaggering out of her cabin and headed back outside. When he got out he saw half the crew was staring at him, a couple leering towards the entrance to the officer's quarters. "WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT YOU SLACK JAWED BOTTOMFEEDERS?! BACK TO WORK! MAN THE LINES!" They all hurried to obey his command and he just smiled. Guess they had been a little louder than he thought.
 
Sabre grinned, exhausted, at his compliment. Sure, she raised her eyebrows at the comparison... but that was Ok. She didn't mind... Jack was a wonderful man, lover, and captain too.

Sabre suppressed a laugh when she heard him yell at the crew. Snuggling on her bed, she felt the sea air cool her sweat on her skin. It was a numb, chilling sensation, but it felt great. Sabre started moving her limbs slowly, as if recovering their use after years of inmobility. Closing and opening her hands, curling her toes... stretching her bare body...

Looking down at her scars, Sabre was marvelled Jack did not mind them at all. She had always looked at them with disgust and sadness, remembering the pain, the humiliation, the sadistic pleasure of her torturer... but now Jack showed some solidarity to her, they looked slightly less horrible... in fact, there was a certain pattern to them that kind of intrigued her. What was the sense behind them? Marking her as a slave, like the firebranded 'S' on her back?

Ah, well, she didn't care now. Sabre just wanted to have a few minutes or hours to relax both physically and mentally.
 
Jack stood on deck gazing out at the sea again. He breathed deep, feeling as if all was right in the world. He listened and heard, besides the sailor's colorful language, all the sounds of the ocean playing a symphony for him. His mind wandered as he remember the past. It seemed lifetimes ago when Jack was first brought on a ship. The first year of his employ had been spent in misery, he missed his family, he missed Brittany, he thought of her every waking moment, fearing he'd never see her again. It wasn't till the first man had traded his term of indenturement to another captain that Jack learned to love the sea.
It was on this second voyage Jack would meet a man who became as a mentor to him. Jiu Lin. Jack thought he was crazy at first, an Asian crewmember who had been at sea too long. But as time went by Jack learned to listen to his words of wisdom. It was he who taught Jack the art of Jiu-Jitsu and the peculiar code of honor by which he lived to this day. He also taught Jack to listen to the world around him, to truly open his eyes. It was through Lin's teachings that Jack grew to love sea life and long for his freedom. His memories turned bittersweet, remembering the day a Spanish Brig caught them unprepared and the first volley ripped through the crews quarters, taking Lin's life with it. As he lay dying he told Jack to never forget to listen to the sounds of the world and let his heart guide him. Cliched perhaps, but Jack took the advice to heart. He was a sailor through and through. Which was the reason Jack chuckled as he thought about his family. So far away. Now that he was free he could return to them, let them know their boy was safe and sound, let Brittany know that her adolscent love was still breathing. But he had no wish to. He smiled back towards Sabre's cabin and breathed in the sweet smell of the sea. Everything he needed was right here.
 
As her body relaxed to a numbed, sleepy state, Sabre's mind wandered away. Even as her eyes looked into the cabin, she saw memories of times long gone. Those of when, as a child, she was told she was nothing, that she belonged to her father like a vase or a dagger did. But she was worthless compared to those.

She could have lived on with her father's love, but his wife... she hated her guts, hoping for her own child to inherit everything her father had. Sabre had been her father's favourite, but his wife was a cruel animal, and she would not stop until she managed to pervert her father to incredible extents. Until that night... the night he took her virginity. From that time on, Sabre was even less than worthless.

Even worse, from then on, the torture started. At first, it would be something physical and infuriating, like carrying huge weights only to be forced to carry them again back to the starting point. An exercise repeated endlessly. But that had probably been the least of them all. From there on, it was psychological torture at its best. Everything she loved, a pet bird, a rug on the floor, even a window with a breeze that felt refreshing... all of them were taken or destroyed.

Thinking back to those times, Sabre couldn't believe she still was alive and relatively sane. Being mute was barely any price to pay for her freedom now. She was thankful to the assassin that took her in when she murdered her father and his wife, at least on one side. But when results were expected out of her training... the sins she committed weighed heavily on her conscience. And the ships she could see from her quarters' room would be the only source of calm and hope, until she finally understood what her heart longed for.

After that, it was simple. Declare her freedom, kill those who would be sent after her, and go to the other end of the world or further.

With a deep sigh, Sabre remembered the first time she saw a ship's sails surge forth, pushed by the wind... how had she managed to survive this long and get a man like Jack? If Allah, a being she hadn't believed in for years, existed... this might be a proof.
 
"Land Captain! Off the starboard side!" The man in the crow's nest yelled. Jack climbed the ropes and took the spyglass from the man. "That looks like Trinidad." He said, minorly annoyed, "We're slightly off course, but we got here almost a week sooner than I expected thanks to the winds." He smiled. "Maybe we can unload those goods here." he said to himself, as he descended the ropes. "The men could probably do with a bit of shore leave as well and the payroll isn't due in for another ten days anyhow." He reasoned with himself.
"ALRIGHT LISTEN UP! WE BE PUTTING ASHORE AT TRINIDAD, WE'LL WEIGHT ANCHOR FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS DURING WHICH YOU MEN ARE FREE TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! BUT I AM NAE GOING TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR BAILING YOU OUT OF PRISON SO REMEMBER THAT!" And with that he marched into his cabin to prepare himself for docking.
 
The shouting startled Sabre out of her reverie. Land, huh? Might be a good chance to spend her money on a good bath, maybe even a dress. The last dress she had worn... well, it was just not advisable to wear it in public.

Because of the stains.

Getting up shakily and with a sheepish grin, Sabre reached for her clothes, and slid them onto herself. Truth was, it felt incredibly good to lay on her bed, soaked and with the chilling sea air teasing her skin. Sabre got goosebumps out of it...

Harnessing the leather scabbard of her weapon on her neck and waist, she stepped out of her cabin and towards deck, finding herself unconsciously looking for Jack even before she thought of it directly. What did he do when on shore...? That question awoke Sabre's curiosity.
 
Jack got out his personal chest and unlocked it, hefting out the sizeable bag of money inside. The ship was fast approaching Trinidad and Jack would need the money for his activities on shore and to bribe his way onto the dock. He didn't want his ship being searched for cargo, but luckily the Spanish bureaucracy could be circumvented with the right cash in the right hahd. He strode back out onto deck, hiding his money close to his breast as he watched the ship approach. Seeing Sabre out of her cabin he motioned her to come stand by him as the crew rushed to get all the lines ready for docking. "So any plans while we're on land then?" He asked her noting she was again wearing her weapon. "Just don't go getting into any trouble." He winked at her then lowered his voice "I'd hate to have to spend hard earned cash bailing you out of jail because someone got to frisky." He chuckled. "I've got to get ashore and find a buyer to drop these goods on before we get caught running with stolen property. After that, a warm bath and a game of chance in a tavern with strong rum sounds like a good way to spend the evening."

He looked over the docks as his men ran to secure the lines and get her properly situated. Once everything was done the gangway was lowered and Jack dismissed the crew. Walking down onto the main deck with Sabre he met the customs official as he came up to his ship. "Ship name, port of origin and cargo please?" The man requested. "Aye, we're The Blood Money, out of Barbados and running some luxury goods here to Trinidad." Jack smiled as the man's eyes narrowed at mention of the ship's name. "Blood Money hmmm? Sounds like a pirate vessel to me." Jack laughed at the man "No, no, named after me Grandpappy Herman Blood Money." The man frowned at him, missing the joke. "Well it'll be 10 gold for docking fees and we'll need to get a customs inspection team aboard your ship in the next couple of hours." Jack tug into his purse and pulled out a large lump of money. "Well here's the 10 gold, and another 50 on top of it for you that says this ship's already passed inspection." He winked at the man as he handed the sizeable pile to him. "Ooooh." The man said, smiling. "The Blood Money, right, we've been expecting you in for several days now, good thing you got custom clearance before you docked. Now go about your business." The man picketed the money and handed Jack and slip proving he was licensed to dock and had passed through customs.
"Well that was easy enough." He said to Sabre as he descended the gangway. "Care to accompany me for a little bit while I try to fence our cargo? I could use someone good with sword in case I get crossed."
 
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