A Captive of Chance

by Zoe Blake

  “Forfeit!” said Chance with a wink.

  With a saucy smirk, Belle raised the linen a few inches… above her ankle. She laughed outright at his boyish pout of disappointment. Her king then promptly captured his pawn.

  “Forfeit!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

  “Ask away!”

  Belle knew what she wanted to ask but lost her nerve and instead queried, “What is your real name?” While her whole situation was disconcerting in the extreme, it was especially so to learn you do not know the true name of the man who just bedded you.

  Chance gave her an amused, knowing look. There was no hiding the intent off her expressive face. He knew that was not really the question she wanted to ask him. “Chance is the name I answer to for a select few, but that also is not my real name.”

  “¿Qué diablos es ésto?” she blurted out. Her desire to know his name overriding any shyness or reserve.

  Rising in one fluid motion, Chance dropped into a perfect, courtly bow before taking her small hand in his powerful one and gently kissing the soft skin. “Captain Jacques Tavernier “Le Chanceux” at your service, Miss Esmerelda Leonor Isabelle Catalina de Recalde el Rojo,” he said with a sly wink.

  Belle blushed prettily and lowered her lashes not wanting him to see how pleased she was to learn he remembered her full name. Although at first, despising it, she had come to like the name Belle, especially how he always seemed to use it as an endearment rather than just her name.

  To break the sudden tension, she asked, “So Chance?”

  “After several good turns with hauls filled with booty and goods, I got the moniker “Le Chanceux”, The Lucky. My first mate and closest thing to a brother thought it was amusing and started to call me Chance as a consequence. He is the only one permitted. The rest of my crew call me Captain.”

  The wine was having an effect on Belle. Her blue eyes shining like cobalt, she boldly asked him, “And what should I call you?”

  Chance leaned in close, whispering against her lips, “You, my Belle, can call me whatever you want.”

  To Belle’s embarrassment, her lips followed his as he pulled away to take his seat.

  They continued to play, Belle playing aggressively. Moving her bishop and king to advantage, but unfortunately she was not shrewd enough. Chance’s knight captured her own.

  “I believe that is a forfeit.”

  Feeling emboldened by the wine, Belle fingered the edge of the bed linen covering her right breast. To his chagrin, Chance found himself holding his breath in anticipation. Belle laughed and pulled the sheet up high just over her knee, exposing a trim ankle and shapely calf.

  Frowning in frustration, Chance lowered his brow and leaned closer to the board, suddenly taking the game much more seriously.

  Belle had her revenge when her white pawn vanquished his black knight. “Ha! Your noble knight fell to my little pawn! You owe me a forfeit!”

  Chance leaned back in his chair and stretched out his arms in an open gesture.

  “Why are you… How did you become… Why are you a pirate?” she blurted out.

  “What’s wrong with being a pirate?” asked Chance teasingly. Belle gave him an exasperated look.

  “Very well,” he acquiesced, but his demeanor changed. The amusement left his eyes. His jaw hardened almost in defiance of any censure. “I can see the hopeful look in those sea blue eyes of yours, mon petit trésor, but you will hope in vain.”

  Belle sniffed in indignation, annoyed she was so transparent.

  “I am not some long-lost gentleman’s son or the bastard son of a wealthy duke. Nor am I a tortured hero in disguise on a noble quest. I am simply a man who saw an opportunity to live a better life than he was fated for. I ran away from my little French village to the coast of England and hopped on the first ship I found. When we were attacked by pirates, the captain spared the life of any sailor who joined his crew. So being naturally pragmatic and having recently discovered women and having no desire to shuck off this mortal coil just yet, I became a pirate. Eventually, I worked my way up the nefarious ranks and finally captured my own ship which I christened Fortune’s Fate.”

  “But you’re just not… not like a pirate is supposed to be!” exclaimed Belle. “Well, in most respects,” she finished, blushing furiously thinking about their intimate encounters.

  “Overlooking the insult to my unwashed, illiterate brethren, I have an obliging monk to thank for my manner of speech and education. After being captured, he decided it was God’s will he stay with the pirates to convert the heathens. He and I struck up a friendship of sorts.”

  Belle was almost jealous of his tale of freedom, danger and adventure. He lived as he wished with no apologies. No one to answer to, no dreaded duty to family.

  Their game continued both on and off the chessboard.

  She played admirably, even managing to capture his queen with her bishop. In the end, she was no match for a mind honed to strategic thinking from years at sea and battle. She lost her white king to his black rook.

  The bed linen only covered her breasts at this point. She stalled as long as she could, inching it up over each thigh and off each shoulder, but the moment had come.

  “Your forfeit.” His voice was deep and sensual, barely above a whisper. Belle just stared at his mouth as it formed the words.

  Chance radiated heat and dark desire. Belle could see the sinews of his arms and chest bunch and tense as if ready to pounce.

  Belle’s heart was jumping in her chest. Her breath coming in fluttery gasps as she slowly raised shaking hands to the edge of the bed linen. Bravely keeping her anxious gaze locked with his intense one, Belle lowered the linen, exposing her beautiful breasts to his hungry look.

  Chance leapt from his chair with such violence, he knocked its heavy wooden weight to the floor. Dragging Belle up and against his chest by her shoulders, Chance’s mouth came crashing down on her already open lips.

  Closing a large, calloused hand over her breast, Chance squeezed gently as his tongue swept into the waiting warmth of her mouth.

  “Mon Dieu,” he uttered, suppressing a groan. Lost in the moment, he gave in to the temptation to taste her.

  “Dios mío,” she whimpered in defeat as his lips claimed hers in another kiss of purely male possession.

  Chapter Seven

  Batten Down the Hatches

  “Six! That’s two and four! Shut the box! Drink up and remove your britches, pirates!” shouted Marina in delight.

  Drake and Gregor both slugged back a healthy swallow of rum before rising.

  As Gregor ruefully unbuckled his belt, he asked Drake, “Whose idea was it to play Batten Down with the lass?”

  “Yours,” growled Drake sardonically as he kicked his britches off. “You figured the wench would be rubbish at dice.”

  Gregor winced as his bare ass hit the cold wooden seat. “Dammit.”

  Marina laughed with glee as she reset the numbered tiles and handed them the dice. “You silly pirates! I grew up in a tavern! Course, we call it Shut the Box. I’ve bought myself many a pretty bobble from taking on some foolish sailor boys. Course, we played for coin not clothes,” she said with an impish grin at the two now naked pirates.

  Gregor and Drake exchanged a look. This dice game was not going as planned, they observed, as the wench across from them was still fully clothed right down to her damn shoes!

  Marina was having a howling good time with the two dashing men. In the short time since she had been captive on the ship, they had pushed her body to the limit. Doing so many strange and wondrous things she had never even heard of, despite her less than respectable upbringing. Each time, pushing her past what she thought she could endure.

  “I think it is time we change the game,” said Drake seductively. His white blond hair falling in waves about his tanned broad shoulders.

  Fascinated, Marina watched as both men stood, putting their erect cocks on full display.

  “What kind of game?” s
he asked breathlessly.

  “You take off your dress, and we fuck you senseless in all your pretty little holes,” answered Gregor, his voice harsh and low with lust.

  His words gave Marina a dark thrill as her heart started beating fast. Slowly rising, she kicked off her slippers and let her dress fall to her feet. She wore nothing underneath.

  Heedless of his nakedness, Drake strolled to the other end of the cabin where they kept their trunk filled with illicit treasure they had procured in Asia. Grabbing the oil, cat-o-nines and a long, wooden dildo, he went to stand before her.

  Marina stared at the strange wooden object Drake held before her eyes. It was at least nine inches long and close to three inches thick.

  “This is called a dildo, and it’s going up your ass tonight.”

  Her eyes widened in disbelief. “The hell it is! It’s too big!”

  Gregor laughed. “Is that a cut against the size of our manhoods? Both have been up that tight little hole of yours, lass, repeatedly.”

  “That… that was… different!” she exclaimed, slowly backing away from the imposing brothers. “That thing is huge and… hard!”

  “I’m trying hard not to be offended,” said Drake to his brother with mock severity. With a nod of agreement, they both started to close in on their pretty captive.

  Holding up her hands in a futile gesture to stay them, Marina begged, “Please, can’t you just take my pussy?”

  “Oh, we will be doing that too,” said Gregor.

  “Enough of this,” growled Drake as he snatched her unwilling frame to him.

  Sitting on the bed, he dragged her squirming body over his lap. Giving no warning, raised his hand and lowered it sharply on her pale backside.

  Marina screamed mostly from indignation, but not for long.

  Drake peppered her bottom with stinging slaps, careful to not hit the same place too many times in a row, watching as her ass bounced and shimmied between each blow. Her pale skin soon glowed a bright red from his ministrations.

  This was nothing like the teasing lashes she had received from the soft leather of the cat-o-nine both brothers loved to wield. This was a true punishment. Her bottom stung with throbbing heat.

  “Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be good,” she sobbed.

  Drake moved to the sensitive spot where the curve of her pert bottom met her upper thighs, giving each thigh a few stinging slaps.

  “Stop! I’ll be good I tell ya,” screeched Marina in desperation. She was dizzy from having her head hang low over his knees which only added to the intense pain.

  “Beautiful job, brother,” commented Gregor who was admiring the view from a few feet away. “I cannot wait to feel the heat of her skin against my balls.”

  This only made Marina sob harder.

  Eventually the blows ceased. Drake picked up the wooden dildo and held it close to Marina’s lips. She looked at him from under her tear-spiked lashes with confusion.

  “Suck on the dildo, lass. Get it nice and wet, or it will hurt when I force it up your ass,” warned Drake.

  Marina sniffed. “But the… the stuff… the oil…” Having pleasured them both with her hidden passage, she knew they usually used a generous amount of scented oil to help her body adjust.

  “Good girls get oil,” said Drake ominously.

  Marina started to sob in earnest now.

  “Stop your sobbing and suck, or it goes up dry,” said Drake, once more placing the dildo near her lips.

  With a petulant look, she opened her mouth and choked as he immediately pushed it in deep. Recovering, she started to run her tongue over the smooth length, hating the taste of varnish.

  When Drake was satisfied it was sufficiently wet, he nodded to Gregor for assistance. Gregor stood over her prone frame and grasped a swollen, red buttock in each hand, pulling them wide apart, exposing her.

  Marina hissed at the contact to her sensitive, throbbing skin but remained quiet.

  Drake placed the tip against her little back hole. It quivered with her body’s effort to keep it tightly closed. Pushing hard, he broke through the outer ring, forcing it open obscenely wide.

  “Ow. Ow. Ow. It hurts,” whined Marina.

  “It should,” said Drake dryly as he concentrated on pushing the thick, wooden length in further. The delicate pink skin of her bottom hole turning white as it stretched to accommodate the intrusive object.

  As the wooden dildo slid into her body, inch by inch, Gregor felt his own cock get wood hard. “Ah, lass. It is a real sight seeing your tiny ass swallow this baton.”

  Marina continued to sniffle and whine. This was so much worse than having their cocks forced up inside of her. The dildo felt hard and unrelenting. Like they were driving a pole up inside of her! Her stomach started to cramp.

  “Please, my stomach hurts. It’s going too far in!” she cried.

  Drake chuckled. “I’m sure it feels that way.”

  When he had reached the carved portion that was meant to secure the dildo inside of her, her bottom had taken an impressive nine inches.

  “Lass, you are a treasure,” Drake said warmly as he gave her ass a quick slap for good measure.

  Marina jumped at the contact. Her whole body hummed with awareness from the throbbing pain.

  Gingerly lifting her off his lap, Drake placed her on the bed. “Stay up on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

  “Heads or tails, brother,” asked Gregor good-naturally.

  “You can’t very well have warm balls against her chin!” said an amused Drake.

  With a grin, Gregor moved to kneel behind Marina. Wedging his hand between her closed thighs, he ran two fingers along the seam of her pussy. Holding up his wet fingers for his brother’s inspection, they both smiled.

  Marina groaned as Gregor’s cock pushed at her pussy entrance. She felt so much tighter and sore with the dildo up her bottom, certain there was no way she could take his length as well. She bit her lip and braced herself as he ruthlessly pushed forward.

  Gregor marveled as her tight passage clenched down and fought the entrance of his shaft. Using more force, he managed to pop the large head in to the rim.

  Holding on to her warmed up bottom, he admonished, “Stop fighting it, lass.”

  “I’m trying,” whimpered Marina. “It hurts so much. I can’t stop thinking about it!”

  Drake moved to kneel before her face. “I will help with that,” he said as he rubbed the head of his cock against her lower lip. “Open your mouth.”

  Burying his hands in her hair at the back of her head, Drake pushed on her head as he moved his hips forward, forcing Marina to take his whole shaft straight to the back of her throat, choking off her air.

  As she gagged and gasped for breath around Drake’s thick shaft, she forgot to tense up her pussy. Gregor slid straight in. She let out a scream of pain.

  Drake groaned, feeling the scream as a steady vibration over this cock. “Again, Gregor.”

  “With pleasure.” Gregor pulled back his hips and pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt, finally feeling the warmth of her punished thighs against his sensitive balls.

  Marina screamed again. The sound muffled by Drake’s invading cock. Using his grip on her hair, he pulled her head up to allow him better access to her throat. Thrusting forward, he drove his cock past the tight muscle ring at the back of her mouth, to slide it down her resisting throat. Keeping a steady pace of short, powerful thrusts, he forced her to completely swallow his shaft.

  Gregor kept up his own punishing thrusts. Gripping the edge of the dildo, he would twist and pull on the shaft. Each time her hips would bounce in pain as she tried to pull away. Each time the movement sent a quiver up his shaft.

  Gregor came first, slapping her bottom in his enthusiasm as he let out a roar of pure pleasure, the sharp sudden sting of pain sending Marina into oblivion. Her simple soul responding to being used and abused by these two powerful men. As much as she protested, she liked it even more.

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sp; Drake was the last, flooding Marina’s mouth with his warm cum as he looked down into her lust-glazed eyes.

  “Head!” called out Gregor with a grin. The brothers switched position. Gregor pulled Marina’s head up by her hair. “Lick my balls, wench. They are covered with your pussy juices.”

  Marina smiled as she stuck her tongue out to lick the soft, sensitive skin.

  Drake contented himself with playing with the dildo still buried deep in her ass.

  * * *

  After a short repast of biscuits and rum, they continued their game. This time, the brothers had Marina wedged between them. One sucked and gently bit her erect nipples while fingering her pussy. The other took her now stretched open ass.

  Marina came with such an intensity it felt like the entire ship shook and moved.

  “You both rocked the whole blasted ship,” she said with a content smile as she nuzzled against Drake’s shoulder.

  He brushed her honey locks away from her face with affection. “As much as we want to take the compliment, lass. I’m afraid that’s a storm coming.”

  Gregor was throwing on his boots and oilskin coat. Giving her still red bottom a playful slap, he ordered her out of bed. “Get dressed, wench. We’re taking you to your mistress to ride out the storm.”

  Marina raised frightened eyes to Drake as she instinctively clutched at his arm. Giving her a reassuring kiss on the forehead, he said soothingly, “There is nothing to worry about. We’ve been through many a storm at sea.”

  Reassured, she nodded and got up to dress as they commanded.

  * * *

  Belle moaned as Chance nuzzled her neck. “I can’t. I’m way too sore from the last time.”

  He smiled, remembering how he had taken her right there on the table, coming up with some creative uses for the rook that won him the game.

  “Ah, my Belle, how I would enjoy proving you wrong, but I must leave you.”

  Belle sat up alarmed. “What?”

  She would dwell later on why the absence of a pirate who had taken her captive should upset her.

  “There is a storm coming. I must take the bridge if we are to get through it safely.”