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Pirates (MMMMf, Ff, tort, nc, bd)
by Dark Dreamer (1996)

***

     It was her boredom which decided Jordan to go on the little
sailing jaunt with Bucky Smith and Darcy Rhodes. The summer seemed
endless, and the things which others considered to be of
exceptional interest she had long tired of.
     She had many sports cars to jaunt around in, had gone to all
the movies, theatre shoes and concerts, had skydived, bungie jumped
and scubadived, and spent countless hours on the beach, by the
pool, or at parties.
     She'd even grown bored of shopping, and that was surely an
amazing thing to those who knew her, who said her credit cards had
to be made of platinum because anything else would melt.
     Jordan had decided that there was only one thing left to do,
and that was to give up her precious virginity, and start to
explore the realm of sexuality. Perhaps there, for a while, she
would be able to assuage her boredom somewhat.
     She had chosen Bucky Smith for several reasons. He was, of
course, gorgeous, which Jordan thought she surely deserved. He was
tall and blonde, with beautiful hair and a model's face. He had
broad shoulders and a powerful physique.
     He was filthy rich, and from a good family, and, importantly,
had a tight lip about his sexual adventures. There were many others
who weren't so tight-lipped, mostly women who spoke of just how
good he was in bed.
     Jordan had no intention of letting her first time be to some
fumble fingered, drooling fool. She wanted an expert, or very
nearly one.
     And she wanted it to be done right. She thought that a sailing
yacht out at sea would be memorable and romantic. What she hadn't
counted on was Bucky's idiotic little sister Brianna coming along.
     Jordan had at first considered ordering him to dump the girl,
for she wanted just the two of them on the boat, but then she found
out it required at least two people to sail the damned thing in the
first place.
     So what she did was to invite Darcy Rhodes along. Rhodes was
a handsome, if somewhat sleazy guy, and Jordan was reasonably sure
he'd decide that the best use of his time was to try and get
Brianna out of her panties.
     Whether he succeeded or not wasn't important to Jordan, just
so long as he occupied the other girl while she got a good fucking
from her brother.
     Quite frankly Jordan wanted nothing to do with Bucky's sister.
The girl was absolutely not part of the in crowd. She was, from
what Jordan remembered, never having paid much attention to
unimportant people, a short, mousy brunette.
     Jordan, on the other hand, was the kind of young woman that
made men stand up and take notice...in more ways than one. She was
tall and perfectly proportioned, with endlessly long legs and
flawless ivory skin.
     She had long, silky black hair that framed a gorgeous face
with a narrow, aristocratic nose, sharp, piercing brown eyes, and
full seductive lips. Her breasts were large, but not overly so, not
enough to make her seem busty. She had a narrow waist, flaring
hips, and a nice, tight ass.
     And she moved with a flowing grace that other women twice her
age envied. She had a perfect smile which, with the slightest
movement of her eyes could change from conveying amusement to
contempt.
     She had picked out exactly the right kind of suit to wear, a
brazilian cut string bikini with a design by Meloff Fagoso. It cost
her eight hundred dollars or so...not that cost mattered, and set
off her coloring just perfectly.
     She had a matching coverup, of course, with cute little
sandals that went with it. She was sure Bucky would appreciate the
effort.
     She parked her Porsche and carried her bag down onto the dock
to where Bucky's sailboat lay. Darcy was sitting on the deck, and
rose lazily as she climbed up.
     "Hello, beautiful," he grinned.
     Jordan gave him a barely tolerant smile.
     "We've been waiting for you for forty-five minutes, Jordan.
What happened? You're early."
     Jordan glowered at him briefly, but really, he was beneath her
notice. She brushed past him and went to the rear, almost bumping
into Brianna emerging from below deck. The girl was wearing cutoffs
and an ugly plaid shirt, of all things.
     "Well, hello, dear," Jordan said tolerantly.
     "You're late."
     "Perhaps you were simply early," Jordan smiled.
     "I was on time. You're late."
     "Suck a sweet child," Jordan said, with an icy smile.
     "Oh quit it," Brianna said. "You act like such a stuck up
bitch, Jordan. It's no wonder no one likes you."
     "What the little people in life think is not of any concern to
me," Jordan sniffed.
     Jordan gave her a look of amused contempt then pushed past her
and went down the stairs. She found Bucky sitting at a table
reading a comic book.
     "Bucky dear," she said.
     He tossed the comic away and stood up quickly, hugging her and
kissing her cheek. 
     "Glad you made it," he said.
     "Are we going to start sailing now or something?"
     "Hmm? Oh, well, sure, we'll cast off now that you're here."
     "Good. I'll change. Where is my cabin?"
     Bucky grinned in amusement.
     "In there, with Brianna," he grinned.
     She raised an eyebrow.
     "Well it's not like we'll be sleeping over, Jordan. We're only
out for the afternoon. You can change in there."
     "And what if I want to...lie down...for a rest.." she
whispered, pressing herself against him.
     "Mmmm. I guess you can use the master's cabin where I am."
     "Do I have to call you master?" she taunted, sliding her
tongue along her lower lip.
     "You can call me anything your little heart desires," he
grinned, sliding his hand down onto her ass and squeezing it
through her eighteen hundred dollar Maillani dress.
     She pulled away and went into the second cabin to change.
Bucky licked his lips and then went upstairs to help Darcy and Bri
cast off. He started the engine and slowly manoeuvred the seventy
foot boat out of the crowded marina and onto the open sea.
     Jordan let them wait for a half hour, then, her suit and make-
up and hair perfectly set in place, and her robe covering her, she
made her way up the cabin and out onto the deck.
     Bucky was at the wheel, while Darcy and Brianna were sitting
on a long padded bench at the rear of the boat. 
     "Well, here you are," Bucky smiled.
     "We thought you were seasick and barfing in the toilet,"
Brianna said.
     Jordan gave her an icy look.
     "I just wanted to look my best for you, Bucky dear," she said,
smiling sweetly.
     "Then you should go back below for another few hours," Brianna
said.
     "Don't you have somewhere to play, dear?" Jordan asked
contemptuously.
     Brianna held up her middle finger and Jordan scowled at her.
     "Knock it off, Bri," Bucky called back.
     Bucky held her finger up to him too, then got up and went
below. Jordan moved over to the long bench and gracefully removed
her wrap, carefully not looking at either of the men there, knowing
they'd be admiring her firm, trim figure.
     "I just love sailing," she sighed, leaning over the side
slightly. She turned suddenly to find both of them admiring her
ass. She smiled tolerantly. "I think I'd like to get some sun," she
said.
     "Why don't you climb up the mast and sit on it?"
     Jordan scowled as Brianna returned, carrying a towel,
sunglasses, radio, suntan oil, and a book.
     The girl gave her a rude look, then went past and up forward.
     "Little bitch," Jordan said to the others.
     "Yup," Bucky nodded.
     The brunette dumped everything, then reached down and undid
her pants, letting them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them
as she undid her shirt and pulled it back over her shoulders.
     She was wearing a one piece suit underneath, one in a very
unfashionable color, green, and totally out of style, Jordan noted.
It was bandoleer style, with two strips cross her chest over her
surprisingly large breasts and going behind her back, leading down
over her ass and then coming up between her thighs to fasten up
high at her hips.
     Jordan was surprised at how revealing it was. The two strips
covered not much more than the center of the girl's breasts,
exposing round breast meat below and above. The strip coming down
her back was little more than a thong, baring her buttocks
entirely, and the little triangle of clothe over her crotch did not
go up very far at all.
     Jordan frowned in amazement. What was the little tomboy doing
wearing something like that? She was amazed she had the courage.
She was also annoyed, for Darcy was licking his lips in definite
appreciation as he watched the girl sit down on the deck.
     She had wanted him to occupy himself with the girl, of course.
That was the plan, yet still she felt jealous. She didn't like any
man finding more interest in another than in herself.
     "I'm surprised your parents allow that child to dress so
provocatively," she said to Bucky.
     "What?"
     "Your little sister's suit. It really is quite revealing, you
know."
     "Yeah," Darcy grinned.
     Bucky glared at Darcy, then looked up forward at Brianna.
     "I mean, she's little more than a child," Jordan said.
     "She's two years younger than you, Jordan," Darcy said.
     "A world of difference I assure you," Jordan sniffed.
     "Well, there's nobody here to notice anything anyway," Bucky
said with a frown. 
     Darcy didn't comment.
     Jordan decided she had more interesting things to do than
cause trouble for the brat anyway. She pressed herself close to
Bucky and whispered in his ear. He grinned and turned to Darcy.
     "Hey, Darce. Hold her steady for awhile. Me and Jordan are uh,
gonna get a snack."
     "Happy eating," Darcy said deadpan.
     Jordan gave him a vicious look and he grinned insolently.
     They went below and into the main cabin. After a half hour of
heavy petting and groping her juices were flowing and her insides
were scalding, but she didn't want to lose her cherry here in a
bed, even if it was on a boat.
     "Bu...bucky," she gasped, pushing his face away from her
exposed nipple.
     "What?" he gulped.
     "I...I want to do it up top."
     "What?"
     "I want to go up top and lay on the deck naked and have you
take me," she purred.
     He swallowed rapidly.
     "But...Brianna and Darcy..."
     "Make them come below."
     "I can't do that. How?"
     "Darcy will do whatever you say. You're a leader. He's just a
follower. As for that little brat...find something for her to do
and make her do it!"
     "Wait here," he gulped.
     He ran upstairs and found Darcy away from the wheel. Well, the
wheel didn't have to be attended to as long as someone was making
sure they didn't run into another boat. He looked forward and found
Darcy kneeling next to Brianna, rubbing oil on her back. 
     He frowned suspiciously, but at that moment his body
considered other things more important than being a protective
brother.
     "Darcy!" 
     He waved him over and then grabbed his collar.
     "Look, Jordan wants you two off the deck for a little while."
     "Fuck her," Darcy scowled.
     "That's what I'm gonna do!"
     "Oh," Darcy laughed.
     "She wants to do it on deck out front."
     "Can't I watch?"
     "No. I want you to keep Brianna below too. Make sure she
doesn't come up top."
     "Okay."
     Darcy went below and Bucky went forward to Brianna. After a
brief argument she agreed, angrily, and with a bribe of letting her
use his CDs whenever she wanted, to go below and stay there for a
little while. She looked back at Jordan, who had just come up on
deck.
     "Slut," she said under her breath. Then she moved to a little
trap door, opened it, and climbed down the steep little stairwell
to the main cabin below.
     Bucky returned to the rear and wrapped his arms around Jordan,
his hands sliding down the rear of her bikini panties and groping
her soft, firm buttocks as their lips melded.
     "Let's go up front and get naked," she purred, after a minute.
     Then she halted. "Who's that?"
     A boat was coming towards them. It was small and ugly and
making a lot of smoke. Bucky frowned, then got a pair of
binoculars.
     "Looks like just one guy," he said. "I don't know him."
     He put down the binoculars and Jordan grabbed them, staring at
the approaching boat. Her eyes widened as she saw the gorgeous man
behind the wheel. He was a tall, muscular, handsome latino with a
bare chest and tight little bikini briefs.
     "What are you doing?" she asked.
     "I'm going to start the engine again and turn away."
     "Whyever for?" 
     She wanted to meet his gorgeous hunk of manhood.
     "Because it can be dangerous out here, Jordan. There are
pirates who go after boats like this, you know."
     "Pirates!?" She laughed in amusement.
     "Oh, Bucky, please," she chortled.
     "I'm not kidding."
     She brought the binoculars to her eyes again, shaking her head
in admiration. That guy was absolutely adorable. She'd much rather
fuck him than Bucky.
     "Maybe he needs help," she said as the engine coughed to life.
     "Maybe he doesn't."
     "Oh don't be so frightened," she said. "After all, there's two
of you. Why be afraid of just one man?"
     "He could have a gun," Bucky glared.
     "Oh please," she said in contempt. "Don't be such a rabbit. He
probably just needs directions."
     She reached to the key an turned it, and the engine went
silent.
     "Jordan! Damnit!"
     "I'm just being polite," she said.
     "What's going on?"
     Brianna appeared at the top of the stairs, with Darcy behind
her.
     "Someone coming," Bucky said.
     The other two moved to the side of the deck, while Jordan
snatched the key out of the ignition and put it down the front of
her bikini bottoms, grinning at Bucky.
     "Give me the fucking key," he snapped.
     "You can't talk to me like that!" she scowled in anger.
     "Give me the key or I'll strip you!"
     "You wouldn't dare!"
     He grabbed her bottom and tore it off. She squealed in
embarrassment and ran below decks as the key tumbled into a corner.
     Bucky scooped it up and stuck it in the ignition again,
turning the key. The engine hesitated, then burst into life. The
smaller boat was almost alongside by then, however. The man behind
the wheel smiled and waved.
     "Hallo!" he called. "My compass ees broked. Do ju know weech
direction ees land?"
     "That way," Brianna pointed.
     "Turn off," Darcy said as the bow of the smaller boat
continued to aim right for their side. At the last minute the boat
turned, just as the sailboat started to pick up speed.
     But two men sprang up from behind the man's seat and jumped
across. Brianna screamed as the men attacked Darcy and Bucky. The
small boat pulled directly alongside and the handsome man and two
others jumped aboard.
     Brianna tried to run belowdecks where the spare radio was but
one of the men grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back. She
screamed. Then a fist caught her in the face and flung her
backwards against the rail. She slumped to the deck, dazed, while
the men finished dealing with Darcy and Bucky.
     Both were beaten unconscious, then thrown overboard. The
sailboat picked up speed as the engine was throttled forward. The
men laughed and high-fived each other, then noticed the moaning
girl.
     One of them went over and grabbed her by the hair, dragging
her to her feet. She screamed in pain, but they only laughed. The
man pinned her arms behind her back and pulled her head back as the
others grinned and snickered.
     One of them reached for the top of the suit, pulling the
strips aside to bare her firm round young breasts. She sobbed in
terror, blood trickling from her lip as the men fought each other
to cop a feel of them.
     Hands pinched, groped, squeezed and slapped at her rounded
orbs. Then the bottom of her suit was grabbed and the whole thing
was torn off her. The men fought like dogs over a bone, shoving at
each other as they flung the young teenager to the deck.
     She screamed and a fist caught her on the side of the face,
stunning her again. One of the men ripped her legs apart and groped
at her soft pussy mound, then jerked his cock out and pressed it
against her opening.
     She whimpered fearfully, then cried out in pain as he tore her
pussy lips apart and thrust into her with crude lust. She cried out
again, then again as he threw his hips downward and stabbed his
cock into her tight little slit.
     The men laughed and joked in Spanish, which wasn't a language
she could understand. She didn't care what they said anyway. Her
mind was filled with pain, terror and humilation as a fat, hairy
man grunted above her and forced his hard cock meat deeper into her
pussy tunnel.
     Her insides burned with agony as his cock twisted around in
her soft belly, churning up her guts. He laughed at her, drooling
on her face as he thrust into her again and again. Pain flared
inside the young woman as his cock drove back and forth in her
tender belly.
     Then man lunged against her again and again, his thick prong
ripping through the tight meat of her insides and punching against
her cervix. The others knelt around her, giggling, watching, and
groping at her flesh as they waited their turn.

     Jordan had quickly wrapped a towel around herself in the
cabin. She had gone back up the stairs to snarl angrily at Bucky,
but then she'd heard shouts and seen men jumping aboard the ship
and fighting with Darcy and Bucky.
     She staggered back downstairs, filled with fear now and
looking for somewhere to hide. She ran into the smaller cabin,
thinking the men would surely search the main one for things to
steal. She hid under a bed as she listened to the sounds from
above.
     She spoke Spanish, having found it an easy course to take in
high school, and deciding it would be handy to have in order to
make sure the servants did their jobs properly. Now she could
easily hear the words of the men who were only feet from the
stairwell.
     She could also hear the cries of Brianna, and knew full well
what was happening. She was even more terrified, knowing that
surely the men would love to rape her even more.
     "Fucking Yankee whore!" she heard.
     "Filthy rich slut!"
     "Now you see what you're worth, rich bitch!"
     "You like a man's cock in you, American bitch?"
     "Stinking rich American whores!"
     She cringed under the bed, sure the men would find her. Then
she had a daring idea. She crept out and desperately searched
through the cabin for Brianna's clothes. She found a pair of dirty
oversized overalls. She stripped and pulled them on. They fit,
barely.
     She mussed up her hair and then snuck into the main cabin and
used her cold cream to remove all her makeup and even nail polish,
doing it under the bed there.
     Then she huddled there, listening to the obscene words of the
men above and the sobs of the little brunette. She couldn't help,
even in her fear, from taking a kind of nasty delight in Brianna's
plight. The little bitch was getting just what she deserved, Jordan
thought. She probably even liked it.
     Then she heard the sound of feet coming down the stairs. It
moved around, then came into the cabin. She held her hand over her
lips to keep from screaming. Then suddenly there was a face looking
under the bed. She screamed into her hand, and he motioned her out.
     It was the handsome man.
     She came out from under the bed, trembling and shaking.
     "Please, sir," she said in Spanish. "Please don't hurt me. I'm
just a poor servant girl."
     "A servant, huh?" he sniffed.
     "Yes, sir. I'm just a servant girl. I just make the food and
clean up, that's all," she whined.
     Her mother was Italian so she had a kind of mediterranean look
to her. She hoped she could pass for a latino.
     "Is that all you do for them?" he leered, pulling her head
back by the hair.
     "Yes, sir! Please sir. I...I'm just a servant."
     "So why should we let you live and tell everyone what we do
here?"
     "I...I won't tell, sir! I swear! I hate them, sir! They...they
beat me! A...and they don't pay me what they say, and when I
complain they say they will send me back to Mexico!"
     That, in fact, had been exactly what had happened to one of
the servants who had complained about not being paid. But Jordan
didn't intend to point that out.
     "Filthy American pigs," he growled
     "Yes! Yes! I hate them too!"
     "Come with me then," he said, pulling her out of the room. He
still held her hair, but didn't force her head back. He transferred
his grip to her upper arm, leading her up the stairs to the deck.
     Brianna was laying spreadeagled on the deck, a tall, thin man
pulling her hair as he crushed his lips against hers and thrust
into her. She was whimpering and moaning, but no longer resisting.
     Jordan stared at her in fear, yet also felt a kind of cruel
satisfaction. If she wasn't terrified of the same thing happening
to her she would have actually enjoyed the spectacle.
     The thin man got off and another man gripped her legs and
shoved them back against her slender young chest. Jordan could see
her exposed crotch, traces of blood around it. She wondered if the
whore had been a virgin.
     "See what we do to the stinking American bitch?" the man
grinned.
     "Yes! Yes! Good! I'm glad!" she gasped, trying to smile at
him.
     "What is your name?" he demanded.
     "I am Consualla," she said.
     "My name is Jose. We will let you live since you are one of
us."
     "Oh thank you!" she gasped.
     "When we are done with this whore, though, we will kill her.
What do you think of that?"
     "I don't care!" she said. "I don't care what you do to her!
She is...she is a little slut bitch anyway!"
     Jose smiled and turned her to watch as the man atop Brianna
pounded his hips down against her upturned buttocks. Her knees were
grinding into her chest as the man let all his weight come down
behind his cock. He was skewering the gasping, moaning girl as his
hips crushed her buttocks.
     He fucked for long minutes, then moved aside. Another man
moved into position. He rolled her onto her belly, then gripped her
hair and put an arm under her waist, jerking her up onto her hands
and knees.
     Brianna sobbed in pain as her head was pulled back, only to
receive several hard slaps on the head. The man thrust into her
cruelly, and soon she was shaking and jerking violently under the
hard impact of his pounding hips.
     Her breasts were wobbling back and forth below her, when the
men around her weren't groping or slapping or pinching them. A man
sat down on the bench and bent far forward, griping her hair, then
dragging her towards him.
     The other man followed, resuming his hard fucking as the man
on the bench pulled the teenager's lips down against his hard
erection. She moaned and tried to turn her head away but he reached
under and crushed her soft    breast in his hand until she
screamed.
     "You suck, whore! Suck my cock, yankee slut!"
     He pulled her hair hard and shoved his cock into her mouth
when she screamed, then fucked hard and fast as the other man
pounded his meat into her back crack.
     "We will let you go when we get ashore, "Jose assured Jordan.
     "Oh thank you sir," she whined.
     She watched in horrified fascination
as the men pulled the girl's slim wrists up behind her back, then
bound them tightly together with coarse rope. Then the man in front
of her pulled her head back hard by the hair, leaned forward, and
thrust his cock into her throat.
     Jordan could actually see Brianna's slim throat bulge out as
the man's cock entered it and slid down. It silenced the girl's
whining and moaning, for which Jordan was thankful. The man pushed
his cock right down her throat until her face was crushed up
against his groin.
     She was writhing and thrashing, but the men laughed and held
her easily, the man behind her still rutting like a maddened dog,
pounding his thick prick down her fuck crack like he hadn't had a
woman in years.
     "I once worked in a rich man's house," Jose said to Jordan.
"He had a bitch daughter who made my life miserable. She treated
the servants like scum."
     "This one is just like that," Jordan gulped. 
     "We will make her sorry," Jose smiled grimly.
     The man in front of her was fucking his cock in and out of
Brianna's small mouth. Her eyes were bulging and she was still
straining to escape, but as Jordan watched her flushed face turned
white and her eyes started to glaze.
     But the man pulled his cock out then. It emerged, glistening
wet, and the girl coughed and gulped in air, gasping and moaning as
the man behind her continued to rut into her pussy hole. The men
laughed as the man sitting on the bench held her tightly by the
hair and rubbed his spit-wet cock all over her face.
     Then he made her scream by pulling hard on her hair, and
forced his cock into her open mouth again. His cock plunged down
her throat and he began to fuck in and out.
     It was an incredibly erotic sight to Jordan. She even found
herself getting a little hot at the sight. She was reasonably sure
she had now fooled this ignorant wetback, and that she would be
safe. All she had to do was continue to act like a stupid servant.
     What was being done to Brianna was disgusting, yet she
couldn't take her eyes off it. It was like passing a gory wreck on
the highway. She was fascinated.
     The man rutting into Brianna halted, his cock buried deep in
her young belly. He groaned and his eyes fluttered as he hugged her
to him. He ground his pelvis against her buttocks slowly, then
halted, and slowly eased back.
     The man fucking her face pulled out too, just before she would
have passed out. He got up, dragging the girl over the side of the
bench and moving behind her. He spread her legs as she trembled and
coughed and moaned.
     Then he positioned his soaking cock against the entrance to
her rectum. Jordan caught her breath in horror and a kind of sick
glee as she saw him press forward and saw his cock slowly forcing
the hole wider, then pushing inside.


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