Lazy Eye grabbed her and forced her dress down over her shoulders, ripping her camisole clean off. “There!” He said with delighted chuckle. “Problem solved.”
Prudence felt herself colour up. She tried to cover her bosom, but Lazy Eye pulled her arms away.
“There, I seen ‘em now. Nothing to be secretive about no more. Now get out there!” His voice became menacing and Prudence could hear angry voices being raised out on deck.
Shaking with nerves, she lifted the tray and tried to hide her nakedness behind it, knowing that there would be a point in the next few minutes where she could no longer utilise it, where she would have to face the embarrassment and shame of being seen by the whole of the pirate crew. Whatever it takes, she reminded herself be strong! She carried the tray out onto the deck; Lazy Eye ambled along beside her, making no attempt to disguise his enjoyment of her predicament.
They had set a long table on the main deck and the pirates were seated around it, swilling back copious amounts of beer from several of the barrels they had discovered. A cheer went up when they spotted her with the food and then noticing her bare shoulders behind the tray of food, a crescendo of approval rose up. The captain gesticulated to her to lay the tray on the table and Prudence knew then that her situation was only likely to worsen.
As she bent forward to lay the food upon the table, she felt the weight of her breasts and they swung freely beneath her. Hands eagerly grabbed at the food on the table, snatching it up, but also a hand slipped from beneath the table and grabbed her breast.
Prudence jumped back with a scream which delighted the rabble seated around the table. Lazy Eye was behind her and caught hold of her arms as she stepped back, preventing her from covering herself. She felt a surge of blood race through her body and her cheeks burned furiously as she was displayed before the mob. Then he was dragging her backwards until suddenly he brought up against the mast. In a fluid movement that astonished Prudence he had her hands tied behind her back around the girth of the mast.
“Now there’s a tidy decoration!” The Captain called out to cheers from his men.
“A little too much decoration though?” one responded.
As if by some secret signal, Lazy Eye looked her up and down, squinted, nodded his agreement and then proceeded to remove the remainder of her dress. As if puzzled at first he took in the sight of her in her long frilly underwear and then forcefully ripped them off too.
Naked now, Prudence’s heart was beating heavily in her chest. She could feel her embarrassment pulsing in her cheeks. She had never before been naked before anyone except her mother and a servant at bath time. Now she stood before a rowdy, leering, gang of savage men without a stitch to protect her modesty. She was a lady, the daughter of a gentleman, her family respected, held in esteem. She was virtuous and eligible, morally upstanding, sincere, truthful and honest. But none of those things mattered now as she stood, naked, bound to the mast of the Elvira; her breasts firm and rounded, sensitive to the warm sea breeze that crossed the ships bows, causing her nipples to stiffen and tickling through the triangle of her pubic hair.
A pirate stood drunkenly and staggered towards her. With a leer, he touched her breasts, lifting them and letting them fall, a look of childish amusement on his heavily bearded face as he watched the ripple and bounce of the falling flesh, he tweaked her nipples, then grabbed them harshly and twisted. Prudence was astonished, demeaned and yet a strange feeling swept through her body. She wanted to escape, to cover herself, end this dilemma and yet on the contrary, she wanted him to continue doing what he had done, whatever it was that had started that strange sensation racing through her body. She hung her head, ashamed, the laughter of the pirate crew ringing in her ears. She didn’t want to face them, to see their leering, mocking expressions, all eyes focused on her. The pirate kicked at her ankles, making her move them further apart. She realised he wanted to expose her and show her off to his colleagues. They knew nothing of dignity these brutes, why should she ever imagine they would care a jot for her own?
Prudence screamed more from shock than fear as the big bearded man suddenly ducked down and drove his hands between her thighs, grabbing her buttocks and lifting her, cradling her in his powerful arms. Her legs draped across and to the side of his forearms as his wide palms, grasping her buttocks, supported her weight, her back pressed hard against the mast. She gasped, stunned to find he had his head poised between her open legs, his face inches from her most private of places as his devilish eyes looked up at hers. He made of play of thrusting out his long meaty tongue and waggling it profusely. Prudence was perplexed. She had no comprehension of what he was trying to do. Suddenly he buried his face hard against her groin, pressing into the soft folds of flesh and tangle of pubic hair. The pirates went into raptures of laughter as Prudence went rigid with shock, a startled, open mouthed, wide eyed expression on her face. He slavered against her, sucking her labia into his mouth, then drew his tongue up between them, parting her and lapped hungrily, his strong tongue prodding and poking as if searching for something. Prudence simply omitted a series of startled squeals, unable to form any words of protest. This was incomprehensible to her, what was he doing? Was he a cannibal, trying to eat her? Without warning he drove his tongue into her entrance and Prudence let out a shrill squeal. She felt the stiffened tongue push into her, its tip flicking inside her. The sensation was indescribable. A degree of realisation dawned on her. He was using his tongue as a phallus. She was astonished. There was no mention of this in her father’s medical almanac.
As his face and tongue squirmed around against her genitals, she realised that he must be slavering profusely as she felt wetter and wetter from the touch of his mouth. Taking a moment to gather his breath, he plunged back again, grabbing one of her labia in his teeth and drew back teasing her open. How defiled she felt! Then his brutal tongue began once more to invade her. This time though he pressed it hard against the little pea-like nub above the opening of her vagina and fluctuated between lashing it hard and drawing hard little circles around it with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh! No!, No, no, no, no!” Prudence yelled. This she knew. That little pea-like nub, she was aware, could be the source of the most delightful pleasure, a fact she had discovered alone in her room, back at home acting out her fantasies. She was all too aware of the outcome of any degree of attention to that secret little place. It was then that she really became aware of how she felt, how similar the attention of this brute was to the feeling she would have in her loins when she would make herself up like a fallen woman and play out the scenarios in private. Of course, the wetness between her legs was not just from the slavering, drooling brute. She was contributing too.
She tried to protest, conscious of the cheering clamour of the pirates as they looked on, but her bearded assailant was not going to stop. His tongue was lashing at her, his lips enveloping her clitoris as he sucked it into his mouth, holding it there somehow, extended, super sensitive. Prudence began to tremble. Her breathing became deeper and her pulse was racing. She tried to resist, to ignore the sensations that were building within her. She was blowing now, short sharp trembling exhalations of breath, trying to control herself. She felt a tightening in her womb.
“Please...” She gasped “please stop!” But he went on.
Her resistance was failing her. “Please stop.” Her voice tight in her throat, through clenched teeth. “No!” feeble, her heart full of trepidation. She was going to embarrass herself if he didn’t stop. In front of all these men, that strange, breathtaking upheaval would grip her body and she knew she would struggle to control herself. This was so different to before. Stretched out on her bed at home in the middle of the night, her hand busy between her legs, slowly easing herself to that point, gently, protracted, she would come and whimper gently as she was immersed in the waves of pleasure, careful that she should not make too much noise less it disturb her parents and alert them to her abominable actions. This time, his assault on her was frantic, forc
eful and was driving her, remiss of her consent, towards orgasm and she could do nothing to stop him.
It happened so suddenly that it caught her by surprise. Before she knew it a crushing climax gripped her and she felt herself thrash and shake, her body convulsing with pleasure and she was aware of rasping wail singing out around her. The sound was coming from her own lungs, the bearded brut between her legs laughed raucously and then dropped her to her feet.
Prudence staggered as she landed, her orgasm still not spent. Her knees buckled and for a few moments she dropped to her haunches, as much as her arms bound around the mast would allow, and endured her hypersensitive clitoris throbbing between her legs, sporadically sending out aftershocks which made her tremble and gibber. Her head hung low as she tried to hide her face and what she felt must be the glaringly obvious ignominious behaviour of her sex. Oh! How wretched she felt. The pirates were making merry now, the bearded brute was dancing in circles with several other pirates, a bottle of rum in his grasp, celebrating his triumphant coercion over her. His beard was matted and wet, she realised, with her own creamy secretions.
Lazy Eye approached her now and untied her hands releasing her from the mast. He pushed her forcefully in amongst the dancing crowd. She was instantly manhandled, spun in one direction, then another, at each turn groping hands savoured at her breasts and between her legs. She came to a sudden halt against the chest of Captain Bartram. He looked down at her for a moment and then grasped a bunch of her hair in his hand. He levered her down until she had to kneel to prevent herself from toppling over. As she did so he lowered his breeches and drew out his semi erect cock. Prudence came face to face for the first time with a man’s appendage. Her breath caught in her throat. It was much larger than the primitive sketches in the medical almanac had suggested. He held it in his hand, stroking his fingers along its length and as he did so she was amazed to see that grew even bigger. She turned her head away, a mixture of timidity and wariness but he forced her to face him again and pushed his cock towards her lips. Prudence felt revulsion swell up inside her. Surely he didn’t expect her to take him in her mouth? What barbaric practices did these devils indulge in? She wriggled and squirmed and finally drove her fist into his groin. The captain let out a loud yelp and hopped away from her clutching his manhood. The crew burst into rapturous laughter but then seeing the disdain on the Captains face they became more solemn and a pirate with a bandana hauled her to her feet and thrust her across the deck into the arms of Lazy Eye.
“You’re in for it now!” he chuckled.
As she stood there naked, feebly trying to cover herself, two pirates dragged a large chest out into the middle of the deck and then gathered up several pieces of short rope. Lazy Eye pushed her towards the chest and several pirates gathered around her. They took her wrists and tied a length of rope to each before levering her over the chest until she lay across it face down. Her resistance was feeble; she was resigned now to a torrid fate. They tied off the ends of the rope to the brass handles on either side of the chest leaving her stretched across its top, her breasts hanging either side of the curve. She protruded over the ends of the chest, her head at one end and from her waist at the other, her bottom in the air, her legs slightly apart. Captain Bartram stood before her now and slipped off his leather belt. He walked slowly around her a couple of times slapping the belt against his thigh.
“Strike me would you, wench?” He growled.
“I’m sorry!” she appealed to him “I lost my senses.”
“You’ll lose more than your senses once I’ve finished with you.” He chided.
“Please, this is not common to me. I didn’t know what you wanted of me.”
“For sure. And now you’ll have a lesson. One that you’ll remember.” He turned to the other pirates, gathered closely around now to watch the spectacle. “Not common to her! Ha!” he observed with disbelief. “Didn’t we all see the whore come like a bitch in heat when Marney ate her little puss?”
Prudence blushed with shame. Is that what she had looked like? A bitch in heat? She was mortified by her uncontrolled exhibition. Mortified and yet exhilarated. Her body felt alive in a way she had never felt before. Her moral self was tormented and humiliated, her guilt beat at her like a divine hammer and yet, her soul, her free spirit was savouring every moment. The contradiction sat uncomfortably upon her and yet she decided she must deal with what confronted her now and, if necessary worry about it later.
The crack of the belt across her buttocks sounded a fraction of a second after she felt the stinging pain. As if seeping from her pores, a burning sensation spread across the rounded spheres of her bottom. Her cry had been more like a puppy’s startled yelp. She twisted her head around just in time to see the belt swing again and the burst of pain stung her into making the same noise again. The pirate crew laughed raucously and mimicked the sound. Prudence felt her cheeks burn as red as her bottom. Another lash bit hard and she bit her bottom lip to control her cry this time. Captain Bartram was ranting about her being a deceitful whore, pronouncing that he would punish her for striking him so that she wouldn’t sit down until Christmas, and only then with a cushion to protect her bumptious derriere.
He struck her across the top of her thighs and again across her already smarting buttocks. Then she rose up, straining at the ropes, a real scream this time as a strike caught the top of her thigh and the edge of her labia. Her backside burned and throbbed and the sensation spread into her sex. It was a disagreeable, belittling scene yet curiously she found it electrified her. She felt herself become wet again, and as the burning, smarting sensation proliferated her clitoris seemed to awaken in a desperate, needy desire for more attention. Prudence was shocked at her physical response, no matter how her mind shied away from her dilemma; her body was doing the exact opposite. She became incredibly aroused and as Captain Bartram laid the last stripe to her burning buttocks Prudence found herself in the grip of desire, wishing that the brutal Captain would satisfy the raging turbulent yearning that flowed through her every nerve ending.
The Captain stood before her again and bent down to look her in the eye.
“Now, I intended that you should satisfy me wench, but since you’re act of spiteful resistance I have changed my mind. I decree that you shall satisfy me yet, but also the whole of my crew!” A cheer rose from the crew as a bewildered Prudence tried to engage his words. “Or should I drag out that idle mistress of yours and vent myself upon her?”
Prudence took a moment to realise that he was referring to Maud. She knew she had to protect the girl in every way she could. But the whole crew? A shiver ran down her spine. She was to be ravished then. Her first time was not to be in the arms of a loving, caring sweetheart on their wedding night; but at the hands of a rowdy, drunken, bestial gang of ruffian pirates. Prudence looked about her as the crowding throng closed in, breeches open and cocks in their hands. How big they looked. How stiff and erect and strangely proud. Prudence instinctively strained against the ropes that bound her to the chest and yet found herself longing to experience them all, to feel them inside her.
The Captain was the first; his cock pushed into her mouth as he encouraged her to suck and lick him. He tasted strangely salty. Too many years at sea she fathomed. She released him a moment to look back over her shoulder as pair of hands grasped her buttocks. Lazy Eye was stood behind her, his long thin cock poised over her buttocks, a broad grin on his face. So be it, Prudence thought with a shrug. She didn’t much care who. His cock dipped down and she felt the head nudging at her entrance, probing her. She was very wet and felt a flood of her juices flow to meet the intruding body and ease it on its way. For a moment she thought it wasn’t going to happen, he seemed to find it difficult to squeeze it in to her. Then with a determined thrust he burst into her, a short lived snap of pain surprised her as her maidenhead gave way but then she was overawed by the long thrusting cock pounding into her. She turned her head back to the Captain and eagerly took him in her mouth
again.
It seemed just a few briefs seconds later that Lazy Eye drove into her hard one final time and then she felt a strange sensation as he paused and seemed to twitch inside her. He leapt away from her whooping and hollering in triumph. From the corner of her eye she noticed his cock already going flaccid. The pirate Captain nudged his cock in her mouth to end her distraction and she felt another hard hot cock nudge between her legs. This one was wider, but perhaps shorter. It went into her easily this time, and the rogue it belonged to grunted hard with each thrust, his fingers gripping her hips and digging into the flesh. Prudence found she loved the sensation of his body slamming against her sore buttocks. It sent a new thrill through her body. The pirate’s strokes became shorter and harder the longer he went on until finally he too seemed twitch and buck inside her. She suddenly felt her muscles near that strange point where they would cramp and send wave after wave of blissful sensation through her.
She continued to work hungrily on Captain Bartram’s meat in her mouth, discovering new ways to tease and manipulate him, realising that certain actions caused him to groan appreciatively more than others. At the same time other pirates took their place behind her and took their pleasure. Her mind was awash with the new sensations, her surprise at how different each felt. She realised after the third that the pause and twitching was them expelling their seed within her. She loved the sensation and the depravity of what it meant. Just like her fantasy of the fallen women, they were queued up to use her and shamelessly fill her with their unwanted ejaculate. Like a receptacle, simply using her as a place to deposit their spent desire. Three times she had small orgasms, but the pirates were quick with taking their turns, encouraged by their still waiting colleagues.
She lost count of the number that took her. The Captain finally gripped her by the hair and forced his cock firmly into her mouth holding her thus, his growl audible above the clamour of excited drunken crewmen as his cock seemed to rear up within her mouth and then jerk violently as it’s splashing seed came in hard, copious shots of thick salty liquid. She wasn’t sure what to do with it. Her eyes rose to his for help.
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