by Powerone
“We can’t outrun them, Captain.” Their sails weren’t big enough to catch the wind like the massive warships that followed them. They might be large, but both of the ships had three main sails that billowed in the winds.
“Our only chance is the fog bank. We have to split up, forcing them to do the same. Maybe one of us will have a chance. Send a message to Fergus. Have him break off from us. Wish him good fortune. If he escapes, head back home. We will meet up there.” Harkin tried to sound positive, but he knew they were in trouble. He’d underestimated the resolve of King Henry II and the speed at which he reacted.
Fergus’s ship took off to the northwest, Harkin’s to the northeast, trying to put as much distance as they could between them. Both ships were equally fast but no match for the English warships.
Admiral Ramsey saw the two ships split apart in the distance. They were still a long way away, and they looked like they were alongside each other. He couldn’t judge which one was captained by the leader. His ship had a better chance of catching one of them; the fog bank far away, both of them couldn’t escape. He had to choose. “Change course to northeast, have Captain Sadler go northwest. Sink their ship. I don’t want any survivors. We’ll teach those Irish scums to invade our land.”
It wasn’t more than a few minutes before he saw the English warships split up. His heart pounded as he saw the lead ship head after Fergus. Good luck, my friend. Fergus had lost the luck of the draw; the closest and fastest warship was after him. His ship was still in peril, the fog off far in the distance and the second warship changed direction to follow him. “Dump everything of weight over the side. Even the cannons. They’ll do us no good if we can’t get some speed.” They’d be defenseless, but they were no match for the warship. Their ship wasn’t built for a sea battle.
The men frantically threw everything overboard, and the ship began to pick up speed. The English warship was closing the gap between them but not as fast. The fog bank held as the high clouds blocked out the heat of the sun. The weather was on their side. It would be at least four more hours before they hit the fog bank, but it would be close.
Fergus chose to fight. The warship closed the gap between them as his men stood ready to fire back their four cannons. The warship dwarfed them in size, but Fergus crossed from one side to the other so they wouldn’t be an easy target, but it slowed them down. Cannons began to fire behind them and water plumed up high in front of them as the English warship began to gauge the distance between the two ships. “Fire at will,” Fergus commanded. His cannons spilled out fire, and the cannonballs flew toward the warship. The first one hit the warship near the bow, but it did nothing to slow it down and the damage was minimal. The rest of the shots fell short in the sea. The warship opened up a broadside, and Fergus watched as his ship exploded with such ferocity. The main sail tumbled down and the deck blew into hundreds of sharp pieces of wood that bore into this crew like harpoons. The deck turned into a blazing inferno as the fire caught the last of the gunpowder. They were crippled in the sea as the warship came along side, ten cannons aimed at them. The last thing Fergus saw was the flash of fire as the cannons exploded and sent the cannonballs into his ship. The wheelhouse was the first to be hit, and the cannonball cut across Fergus as it exploded.
“In the distance, Captain.”
Harkin looked in the distance. A plume of smoke rose up in the sky. Goodbye, my good friend. Harkin had his own problems now, the warship that chased him had gotten within range, and their cannonballs began to take a toll on the ship. Luckily, the mast was unharmed, the sails tattered, but they still drew in enough wind to keep it sailing to the fog bank. The side of the ship exploded when cannonball hits, but it stayed together, but Harkin wasn’t sure for how long. Suddenly, the sun was blotted out and it grew cooler as the cold, damp air began to envelop the ship in its hidden blanket of fog. “Change the heading to northwest. Hopefully, we can outmaneuver them in the fog.” He prayed the fog would hold out long enough so he could get some distance between them. He knew the other warship would head back this way, both of them would search them out. His ship was wounded but not crippled. It could still make a good speed, at least for now, but it wouldn’t make the trip home without some major repairs. They’d have to find some place to land and make the repairs, but it wouldn’t be England. They’d have to head toward the continent to find a hospitable place. The return home would be extended but not like Fergus; Harkin hoped that he would return.
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Admiral Ramsey searched for a week but found no ship. There was some wreckage but not enough. It had survived, though they did sink the other ship. Captain Sadler had made sure there were no survivors. He headed back toward the coast of England. He would patrol it until he met up with the other two ships coming up from London. He’d return to report his success back to King Henry II. He hoped that the message from King Henry II to the Irish king and the Normans would persuade the Irish pirates to go home and leave England alone. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before he’d be sailing to Ireland to attack it. He hoped he’d find the captain of the other Irish ship and make him pay.
Chapter 7
Bridget Brings Such Pleasure to the Men
Bridget was afraid when they took her from her cell. She was allowed to wash up before they did anything to her, knowing that they would have their way with her soon enough. She was glad that they left her father in his cell. She hoped that she could convince Lord William to forgive him and set him free, but for now, at least he wouldn’t see her degraded any more.
She walked into the room, dressed in a simple dress with nothing beneath it, knowing it would be gone soon. She looked around the room, the center of it covered by a large bed, a very large bed. It could fit many people, more than two for sure. Lord William stood waiting for her with Dr. Philip at his side. The other two men were with them, the same two from yesterday. They all looked at her, and she saw the bulge in the pouches jerk and shudder. They wore nothing else.
“Come here, Bridget.” William coaxed her next to him. He began to slip the dress off her shoulders, and she made no attempt to stop him. “I’m glad you’re learning your place, Bridget. It’ll make it more enjoyable and less painful, though I suspect you enjoy the unknown more than you care to admit to yourself. We’ll try to surprise you again today.” Today, she’d be pleasuring all of them before she finished. After that, she’d be no more of a challenge to him. He liked fresh virgins to defile, and Wexford had many for him to take his pleasure with.
She felt the dress slip off her shoulders, her hands at her sides as it slid to her feet. She kicked it aside, standing there naked in front of the four men as they stared at her body once again. She felt the shame return once again, as their eyes devoured her with their lustful gaze. The men were eager, and soon their pouches slipped to the floor. She knew she should look away, but instead, her gaze went down as she saw the men grab their organs in their hands and stroke them. They grew bigger and harder, none of the men were small, though she wasn’t sure how big they should be. She knew her pussy was small and tight, but like her mouth, their organs would stretch her wide as they sought out their pleasure.
“Put her on the bed,” William instructed the two men. She went along willingly, although she didn’t know her fate.
Bridget lay back on the bed, the cover soft against her body. The men grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms over her head. She looked back, and she saw the leather straps waiting for her wrists. Ties ran to the bedposts to secure them. The leather straps tightened, and then, her arms were spread wider and pulled, until the muscles in her shoulders ached. Her hands were pushed through the bed railings, bound tightly. She expected them to do her legs next, but they moved away. She didn’t know whether she was glad or disappointed when they didn’t tie her legs open.
Dr. Philip moved close to the bed, stroking his cock as he gazed at her body. “Do you want your pleasure again today, Bridget?”
She didn’t see the de
vice in his hand, wishing that he had the miraculous tool he used on her so pleasurably yesterday. She couldn’t lie to him. “Yes, Dr. Philip.” She felt him on the bed as he moved close to her. His hand touched her leg, pulling it out to one side as he ran his hand up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He caressed her flesh so tenderly, moving up and down, each time going closer to her sex but always pulling away before he touched it. She was ashamed that she could feel the wetness increase between her legs, as he made her grow excited so easily. He pushed out her other leg, bending them both until her crotch was opened up wide. The other men moved to the foot of the bed, and they gazed lewdly up between her spread legs as her sex was bared and spread for them. The three men stroked their cocks quicker as they ravished her pussy with their eyes.
Dr. Philip didn’t touch her pussy yet, but he could smell her arousal and see the first drops of her dew on the petals of pussy lips. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing them until he felt the unmistakable pointed tip of her nipples push into his palms. He searched out the hard tips with his fingers; thumb and forefinger gripped each nipple tightly. He squeezed them tight until he got a moan from her. Her legs closed, and he saw the way her thigh muscles tightened. It was her pussy that clenched tight.
She left her legs spread even as he deserted her pussy for her breasts. His fingers worked magic on her nipples; the slightest touch made them hard and throbbing as she arched her back to push them into his hands. His fingers rubbed, teased, and pinched the tips, too hard at times, but she clenched the muscles in her pussy as if she had a cock inside to grasp. Her thighs were tightly together now. Then, his mouth descended on her breasts, his lips hot and wet as his tongue traced a broad swath across her breasts and encircled her nipples with his spit. She tried to move her nipple into his mouth, but he escaped each time as he teased her. Finally, he relented and his mouth engulfed each of her nipples, biting on the areola as he used powerful suction to draw her nipple deep into his hot mouth. His waiting tongue raced over the tip with such pleasure, and soon, his teeth found her nipple, feeling as if he’d bite it off with his sharp teeth, but that only drove her excitement higher.
Dr. Philip pulled away from her breasts; the white flesh revealed tiny teeth marks, and her nipples were swollen with her pounding blood. His mouth traced a path down her belly as he pushed his body between her legs until she spread them wantonly. He licked the fine hairs of her bush, biting on a few hairs to pull them out roughly, but she squirmed in pleasure, not pain.
She knew where his mouth was going, so close to her pussy that she could feel his hot breath. He spread her legs wide as she felt his hands touch her pussy lips. The fingers dug tightly on them as he slowly began to spread them open. She could feel the air in the room blow inside her and she felt his mouth so close as he blew on her exposed inner lips.
“Look how pink and wet she is.” Philip moved aside so all could see her pink, virgin flesh. Today, they’d all have a chance to be inside her. He moved back between her spread legs, pushing them back until they were bent deep and wide. His mouth went to work; his tongue lavished such attention on the soft, wet flesh. She cried out from pleasure as he licked her slit from top to bottom, though he only teased at her pleasure button. It was too soon, fearing that she’d cum quickly.
She felt her body rolled in half, her legs pushed back almost near her ears. She was exposed and at his mercy as his tongue lavished such attention on every inch of her pussy. She felt the wetness of his tongue, but she knew her pussy was soaked with her juices. “Noo, not there,” she cried out when his tongue ran further back and slid into the crack of her buttocks. She felt the wet tongue touch her anus, and it sent the tiny muscles trembling in fear and excitement. At least his tongue moved away, but then, it slid back down over it and found its way back to her pussy where he gave her such great pleasure.
He licked, sucked, and bit every inch of her pussy and ass, except for her pleasure button. He had her moaning with desire, her pussy dripping with her arousal, but he never gave her the final pleasure she sought. Not even when his teeth yanked harshly on the soft lips of her pussy could stop her growing arousal.
He made so much noise licking her, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt. His tongue touched her everywhere and so expertly. Not even when the tip of his tongue threatened to enter her anus could dull the pleasure. Soon, a finger joined in and pushed into her once-virgin pussy. It felt so good to have something inside her pussy, even if it were a finger. It touched her in places that no one had touched before. She found that she could clench her pussy muscles and grip it tight. She looked up as she saw him move away, her legs released, his mouth gone. “Don’t stop, please,” she shamelessly begged him.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your pleasure, but I want mine, too.” Philip moved on the bed, kneeling next to her head as she looked up at him.
She watched as he swung one leg over her head. His hand already reached down to his cock as his body hovered over her. She could see his heavy balls hang down inches from her face. Now, she knew what he meant.
“Open your mouth, Bridget. You know what to do. You’ll suck my cock while I eat your pussy.” He gripped his cock and fed it onto her lips. It took only seconds before her lips parted as he pushed with his hips and fed his cock into her hot mouth.
His cock touched her lips, the hot flesh rubbed along them. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate him, feeling the slick head slide through her lips and rub on her tongue. She gripped her lips beneath the head, but he already began to feed his cock into her mouth. With her arms bound and him on top of her face, she’d have no choice as to how deep he would go. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he choked her with his cock and she’d be forced to take it into her throat. She could only hope that the pleasure he gave her with his mouth would cancel out what she’d have to do for him. “Mmgg, MMMGGG.” His hips began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. Then, she felt his mouth engulf her pussy once again; this time, his fingers peeled apart her lips, higher up this time until her pleasure button was exposed. It was hard and waited for his touch. She almost came when he licked her so expertly.
He had her moaning as he fucked her mouth. “Let me feel your tongue,” and he bit gently on her button to make sure she obeyed. Her tongue went to work instantly, rubbing all over the head and the shaft as he continued to feed more cock into her mouth.
She felt his wrinkled ball sack slide over her forehead, the wiry hairs tickled her skin, but she couldn’t do anything. Her mouth was filled with his cock, sliding over every inch of it as though he were inspecting her with his cock. Her lips were so tight, and he drove his hips to fuck her mouth eagerly. He leaked his drops of pleasure in her mouth, and she remembered the acrid, salty taste of cum once again, knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied until her mouth was filled with his cum. She couldn’t see the other men; Dr. Philip’s body covered her with his thrusting hips.
He licked, sucked, nibbled, and bit every inch of her pussy and ass. He paid special attention to her anus, using the tip of his tongue to penetrate the tight muscles that tried to keep him out. He tasted her tart ass hole, but returned to her pleasure button, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, her mouth too good. He thrust harder and deeper and enjoyed the sounds as her mouth gurgled when she was filled with his flesh. One more hard thrust and he got what he’d sought out.
“GGLLUGH! COOUGGH!” She choked as the head of his cock sank into the depths of her mouth. With the position of her head, it was in a straight line with her throat, and his cock breached her throat with little problem. She could barely breathe, but she took him into her throat, feeling the head slide down into her gullet. It was as though he speared her with his cock.
“All the way down this time, Bridget. I want to feel my cock in your stomach.” He bit lightly on her pleasure button, giving her pleasure and pain to keep her arousal at its peak. Her lower body gyrated uncontrollably, but with her button trapped in his teeth, she didn’t dare
move to erratically or he’d tear it from her body. Her tight throat wrapped around the head of his cock like a vise, her muscles rippled up and down on it as it tried to force him out, but all he felt was the pleasure of her rippling muscles on his cock.
She tried to breathe through her nose, but his body was so close that it was difficult. With her throat completely blocked by his cock, she used her tongue in hopes to make him cum quickly before she suffocated. He pumped his cock in and out of her throat but never fully took it out. Her throat was rubbed raw, but she knew he wouldn’t last much longer and neither would she. His mouth and fingers were everywhere, moving from one spot to the next, Bridget always on edge on where it would be next. His hips fucked her more urgently, the muscles in his body tensed and his breathing ragged. She licked, sucked, and tried to please him as best as she could. She was ready to cum with him.
“GGLLUGGGH!” That was the only thing she could say when a wet finger was shoved unceremoniously up her backside. It pushed into her rectum and teased at the soft muscles before it slid deeper. She felt him bend his finger and stretch the elastic walls of her guts, as he continued to drive it deeper into her backside. She felt his hard knuckles pass through the reluctant muscles of her anus, stretching her anal ring tightly around his finger as if she loved the attention.
“AAAWWWHHH!” Philip couldn’t stop it, cumming down her throat, refusing to pull out as he emptied his cum straight into her belly.