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Captain's Whore { MF MD 1st reluc } codes defined at
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Synopsis: Short fantasy in which Pirates capture a Victorian maiden.
(Note: Originally part of the "Becoming a Winner" series.)

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Captain's Whore {MF MD 1st reluc}

Struggling in vain, I was dragged kicking and scratching into the
presence of the Pirate Chief. "Captain Hal, the prisoner," said
one. "Ho Ho! Me lads ye brought me a pretty one", said he as he
looked me over up and down.

I cast my eyes downward, my dress was in disarray because of my
struggles against these ruffians. Fortunately, he was only able
to see the top of my bosom and the bottom of my legs, more though
then I'd ever show a gentleman. The rest was hidden from his
roving eyes.

I looked him over as he stood and walked to me. He was cleaner
then the two who held me and probably smelled better, looking
only a little older then my 18 years, yet he towered over me and
looked as if he could break me in half like a twig.

As I realized that this powerful man held my fate in his hands, I
began to feel unfamiliar sensations between my legs. I had felt
it before only once when I rubbed myself there, but I was so
severely punished, having my hands tied behind my back for an
entire week, that I never dared take the chance that my mother
would again catch me doing it.

"So girl," he said to me, "What ransom will ye family pay for ye
safe return?" I addressed him in a meek and respectful manner as
I still had a glimmer of hope, "Please sir, I am an orphan who
was being sent to her widowed aunt, who is not wealthy, but is my
only family. There is no one to pay ransom for me. Please release
me as I am of no value to you."

"Young, pretty lass may have value other then gold, but the goods
needs be seen. Hold her tight lads," he said with a hungry look
as he drew a huge knife from his belt and proceeded to cut every
scrap of clothing from my body. I tried to escape him, but could
not move from the vice like grips that held me.

I was spitting mad, my only dress was destroyed. All my other
possessions had gone down when the pirates sank the Mayfair, the
ship on which I had been sailing, with all hands lost except for
me.

"How dare you! You ruffian, you blackguard," I screamed at him.
My head snapped back as pain exploded in my right cheek from a
slap I had not even seen.

"Watch ye tongue lassie or I'll cut it out. Show proper respect
for the captain," said he. Stars swirled before my eyes. No one
had every struck me before. I would have fallen, but was still
held tightly, now thoroughly cowed.

As I was trying to recover, I felt his hand lift my right breast
as if to weigh it. "Ye got ample equipment lassie," said he as
his other hand began to maul my left breast. My dear departed
mother had always complained my breasts were much too big for my
slight frame. This did not seem to bother Captain Hal. I did not
trust myself to speak, fearing more pain.

His hands shifted. They began rolling both teats, which soon
became almost painfully hard, between rough fingers. I shut my
eyes trying to deny the sensations being forced upon me against
my will. The continued heat building in my breasts suddenly
jumped between my legs as a low moan was forced between my lips.
How long this continued I couldn't say. I could not seem to form
rational thought, lost between fear and the storm brewing within
me.

Unexpectedly, his hand shot downward, cupping my most intimate
treasure. A loud moan, almost a scream was forced from me.
Without thought my body pressed itself against his hand. It was
glorious, it was maddening, then it was gone. My hips thrust
forward seeking to renew the feeling between my legs.

I heard laughter and realized the two pirates holding me fast had
seen my body betray me to the captain's touch. Every inch of me
flushed red with shame and embarrassment. How could I, a properly
bred English girl be made to behave like a whore walking the
streets of London? There was little more, I thought in my
ignorance, which could be done to dishonor me.

"Aye, you have some small value, me lass, but I'll be needing to
keep ye here a bit to value ye fully. Lay her out facing skyward
on me bed lads," he ordered. "Aye, Captain Hal," they responded
and dragged my limp body onto the Captain's bed where he tied my
arms securely to the bedposts then dismissed his men.

I drew up my legs and crossed them in a useless attempt to hide
my womanhood from this pirate. He smiled and laughed evily at my
pityful attempt at modesty, but for the moment did nothing to
stop me.

The captain brought over a skin of spiced wine and command,
"Drink! Ye will need strength before the morning dawn." I coughed
out the strong wine, it ran down my chin and between my breasts.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back my head until my
mouth opened. "Drink," he commanded once again. I managed to
swallow most of it. He emptied half the large skin into me and
drank the rest himself.

I started to feel dizzy from the wine. Attempting to regain
balance, modesty forgotten, my legs spread once more.

I watched as if in a trance as he undressed before me. My eyes
fell on his engorged manhood. My mother had refused to explain
what it did along with all such disgusting subjects not fit for a
well-bred, unwed girl.

I did not react until he dived between my still open thighs. I
screamed as he fastened his mouth to my wet slit. All my earlier
sensations returned in an instant. The storm burst within me once
more, I could not think, only feel what he forced me to feel. The
Captain, not I, commanded my body. He proceeded to drive me mad
with passion.

"Oooooooooh, Captain, Take me! Use me! Make me your whore," I
screamed my submission to him. He paused a moment. I was a slut,
lower then the cheapest whore. Never could I return to my former
life. What would become of me? I knew only that I needed more of
my Captain's touch. My dishonor was complete, so quickly had my
submission been forced.

His fingers entered me to confirm his curiosity. I felt a slight
discomfort when they pressed against my maidenhood, my innermost
defense, then withdrew.

He released my arms from their bindings then laughed as I wrapped
myself around him. I pressed myself onto his hardness being na ve
of what do next. "Ye won't need to wait long, lassie," said he as
pressed me down and positioned himself above me.

A few probes were followed by a little pop as the tip of his
massive tool entered me. I raised my hands over my head, crossing
my wrists, imagining I was still bound. I was in bliss. Gentle
strokes moved him slowly deeper. I felt so full.

My hips began experimental thrusts of their own. I moved to his
rhythm. When I began feeling sharp jabs, we both knew he had
brought himself to my barrier.

I should have braced myself for the inevitable, but was na ve of
the pain and pleasure about to befall me. Having already shown
uncharacteristic restraint, my Captain's patience had run out.

He drew back a little then rammed himself into me. The exquisite
pain ripped a scream from my lips as his massive tool tore
through me, burying itself deep within.

Not waiting for me to recover he began urgent thrusting,
attending to his own pleasure. Slowly, my pain receded like the
tide and my passion surged back with an intensity that left me
breathless.

Only a few thrusts more followed before my Captain emptied his
lust into me. He collapsed on top of me, having taken my
maidenhood, but leaving me wanting more.

I need not be concerned. He took me several times that night and
well knew how to use a woman. He commanded me to assume a wide
variety of postures and positions, fanning my fires high each
time before he plunged his sword into me.

I lost count of the number of times I was brought past the point
of exquisite release. The screams of my passion could be heard
all night and into the next day from the bow to the stern of the
pirate ship.

I became the Captain's slut. He used me daily, usually several
times. There is much free time to fill when not in a port.

I soon found my body needing his touch. If he were away more then
one day, I would attack him as soon as he entered our cabin.

Most of the time, I was kept naked, expected to keep his cabin
tidy and prepare his meals. When I especially pleased him, I was
allowed a short shift with a deep scoop neckline that did nothing
to hide my charms. Rather it seemed to inflame his lusts and I'd
be used more frequently.

I was only allowed normal clothing on the occasions I was
permitted to leave his cabin. My monthly cycle meant nothing
except greater use of my arse and mouth to sate his boundless
lusts.

My wanton needs and devotion pleased him. He kept me for his
exclusive use. I grew to love him; I could not help myself.

The men had their own sluts. Those other women showed me the ways
to avoid becoming with child, eager to seek my favor, because I
was first among them, Captain Hal's whore.


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