Pirate Booty
-- by lightswitch © November 2011

[Lesbian, hetero, interracial, white female, white male, black
female, Middle Eastern female, bondage, domination, reluctant,
non-consensual, strap-on, foot worship, ass worship, water sport,
femdom]

Synopsis: A yacht carrying five women and a man is attacked by
female pirates, off the coast of Africa.

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Stephanie Pettigrew stretched her lithe, pale body, luxuriating
in the feel of the hot, tropical sun on her oiled skin. She
lifted her oversized sunglasses – a designer brand that perfectly
accentuated her short, pixie-ish blonde hair – and looked around
the deck of the yacht.

Amber, her best friend from University, was reclining on an
extended deck chair, her long, red tresses framing her lovely
face. The redhead wore a skimpy green bikini that left little to
the imagination. Stephanie’s sapphire-blue bikini, with its
cross-over top that showed more boob than it covered, was
positively modest, in comparison. It was obvious that the
attractive redhead had had to shave, prior to donning her
swimsuit.

Over to the right, sitting in a chair in the shade, was
Stephanie’s mother. The older blonde wore a brilliant purple
one-piece that had obviously been designed for a much younger
woman. It had large portions cut away to reveal alluring expanses
of pale skin and cleavage. Still in her late 30s, Mrs Pettigrew
still had the looks to pull off such a display.

Stephanie sighed. Her mom had *really* big breasts – a trait she
had not inherited. She looked down at her tiny tits in
irritation. Having just turned 18, she suspected the
possibilities for any late “growth spurt” were remote. Even
Amber’s boobs were at least “normal” – although nowhere near the
grandeur of the older woman.

There were two other women on board: Beth, a pretty young woman
with chestnut-brown hair who captained the yacht, and Melissa, a
young Jamaican who served as the Pettigrew’s personal attendant.

Stephanie frowned as she looked at them. The brown-haired white
girl had a voluptuous figure, but was nowhere near being fat. She
was probably in her mid-20s. The young blonde would have killed
for tits like those! Beth was always busy, it seemed, bustling
about, stowing gear, or tightening ropes.

Melissa could have been anywhere between 16 and 26. She, too, had
a lush figure and Stephanie hated the fact that a mere servant
could have nicer boobs than she could. The young blonde did her
best to make the Jamaican girl’s life a living hell, and her
friend Amber was even more sadistic, in this respect.

Mrs Pettigrew laid her book aside and retreated to the cabin
area.

Seeing the only adult supervision leaving, Amber gave Stephanie a
conspiratorial look and motioned towards Melissa.

“Hey girl!” the malicious redhead called out. “Where’s my drink?
I asked for it over an hour ago!”

The pretty Jamaican tried to restrain a scowl as she carried a
frosted glass to the arrogant white girl. “You just told me about
30 seconds ago,” Melissa clipped, “it takes a while to pour and
mix, you know.”

Amber sat up, angrily. “Don’t you give me your lip, servant
girl!” she snapped, grabbing the cocktail from the stewing island
woman’s hand.

The redhead took a long sip, before spitting the mouthful into
the surprised attendant’s face.

“Stupid bitch!” Amber snarled, tossing the remainder of the drink
into the surprised black woman’s face. “This is a mojito! I
ordered a mai tai! You know I hate mint!”

The Jamaican girl’s hands clenched into fists. “You said you
wanted a *mojito*!” she shouted, obviously ready for a physical
confrontation.

Amber gave a mean-spirited laugh. “You must not need this job, if
you feel like you can be such a mouthy bitch.” Melissa struggled
internally and finally swallowed her anger.

“Yes, maam,” she choked, turning in barely suppressed rage.

“Where are you going?” the young redhead demanded. “You clumsy
cow, you spilled mojito on my toes!” She lifted a shapely white
foot and let it dangle imperiously.

“Clean me off!” Amber demanded, casting a smirking look at
Stephanie. The young blonde snorted as she stifled a laugh. Amber
could be so outrageous!

The black girl clenched her jaw and dropped to her knees in front
of her white tormenter. In resignation, the Jamaican pulled a
cloth from her pocket.

“Ew!” Amber squealed, giving the unsuspecting attendant a kick in
the head. “Keep that filthy rag away from me! Who knows where
that’s been!?! I don’t want you to touch me with that!”

Melissa glared. “Then how do you propose I clean your ...” she
stifled an expletive adjective ... “... foot?” The island girl
glared at the arrogant redhead, as she gritted her teeth.

Amber smiled evilly.

“Use your tongue,” she whispered. “Lick my foot clean!”

The black girl looked at her white tormentress in shock. “Like
hell I will!” she retorted. Amber raised an eyebrow at Stephanie.

“Do it or you’re fired,” the young blonde said, amazed at her own
audacity.

The two college girls watched the black girl’s struggle play out
on her dusky face. Finally, economics won out over pride. Slowly,
obviously hating herself, Melissa leaned forward, extended her
tongue, and gave the sadistic redhead’s foot a tentative lick.

That’s it, you lowly cow,” Amber taunted, “keep going! Lick my
foot completely clean!” With tears of shame trickling from her
tightly clenched eyes, the pretty Jamaican complied.

“Get all of it,” the sadistic redhead commanded, pushing her
shapely foot into the dark girl’s mouth. “Suck my toes and get
off every drop of that nasty mint slop!” Her body rigid with
anger and humiliation, Melissa did as she was told.

The pretty redhead sighed, obviously enjoying having her toes
sucked. Was that a slight flush of arousal spreading across her
friend’s pretty features, Stephanie wondered?

“You’re getting off on that!” Stephanie accused with a laugh.
“You *like* having that black lezzie slut sucking your toes!”
Before Melissa could clear her mouth to spit an angry retort, the
shamed redhead pulled her foot from between the Jamaican girl’s
full lips and kicked the dark girl in the head.

“Not me!” Amber squealed. “It’s *her*! She *likes* sucking white
girls’ toes!”

Melissa jumped to her feet and for a moment it looked as if even
threats of job termination weren’t going to be enough to avoid a
physical confrontation.

However, at that moment, Mrs Pettigrew came back to the deck
area. She had a visitor with her.

“Look who I have!” she sang, pushing the young man forward. He
looked about 20, with neatly combed brown hair and pleasant,
clean-cut features. He was dressed in white shorts and a blue
polo shirt.

“Edward!” Stephanie beamed. “Mom! You brought my fiance aboard!”
She gave her mother an appreciative hug.

“That’s right,” Mrs Pettigrew laughed. “But don’t get any ideas!
I’ll be acting as chaperone while we’re on this voyage and
there’ll be no funny business, no matter how well-connected his
family is!” Mrs Pettigrew smiled as she saw the young man’s
wide-eyed gaze at her comely bikini-clad daughter. “Well, not
until everything is legal!” she stage-whispered, giving the
flustered young man a lascivious wink.

“MAH-OM!” Stephanie protested, blushing. But she, too had seen
how Edward had hungrily eyed her young, firm body and the thought
of finally being able to experience the forbidden ecstasies of
carnal pleasure made her crotch tingle with anticipation.

The interlude was interrupted by the young Captain, rushing to
the rail to scan the horizon with a telescope. The pretty
brunette cursed under her breath.

“I thought the Ivory Coast would be safe,” she muttered. “But
that’s a Somali flag they’re flying and I just don’t like the
looks of them.”

“Here now!” Mrs Pettigrew huffed. “What’s all this about?”

Beth gave her an even look. “Pirates, maam,” she said. “But we’ve
got a modern, powerful engine and all they’re outfitted with is
sails. We can easily outrun ...”

“Nonsense,” Mrs Pettigrew snorted. “We’ll do no such thing. We
were here first and we’re not going to be run off by any seagoing
riff raff.”

The pretty brunette was non-plussed. “But maam,” she stammered,
“you don’t understand, they’re pirates! They ...”

“I’ve never seen real pirates before,” Amber said, her eyes wide
with anticipation. “Do you think they’ll have eye-patches and
wooden legs and all that?”

“Never fear,” Edward smiled, puffing out his chest. “I’ll keep
you ladies safe!”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Listen you twits!” she shouted. “Forget
everything you think you know about pirates. These are modern
pirates and they are utterly ruthless. They’ll also have modern
weapons – guns! Our only course is to outrun them and ...”

“I want to see the pirates, too!” Stephanie beamed. “Do you think
they’d sing and dance for us?”

The women argued amongst themselves until they were finally
interrupted.

“Mighty accomodatin’ of ye to wait here fer us!” laughed a tall,
dark woman as she casually slung a leg over the rail and slid
onto the yacht deck. She was not alone. Over a dozen dark-skinned
women in worn and raggedy garb filed in behind her.

The intruder cut an imposing figure. She was probably close to
six feet tall, lean and muscular, with skin the color of dark
chocolate. She wore a stained and worn tri-corner hat,
reminiscent of some bygone era and a worn dark-blue jacket of
some unknown naval command origin, though she wore no shirt
beneath the open jacket. Her big, sweaty, brown boobs were mostly
uncovered. Her baggy white breeches came down to her knees and
disappeared into the cuffs of her dirty boots. But her most
striking feature was a large, impossibly round bubble butt of an
ass that strained her trousers and formed a shelf for her
coattails, behind.

“She must be the pirate captain!” Stephanie decided, thrilled at
this novel opportunity.

Flanking the pirate captain were two women who must be her first
mates. One was a really big woman – probably about 6’5”.
Stephanie couldn’t decide whether this woman was muscular or fat.
She had inky black skin, obviously unadulterated by any
non-African ancestry. She wore a tight white t-shirt that seemed
two sizes too small, straining to contain her big tits while
riding up to expose her thick midriff. It looked more like a tube
top than a t-shirt. A yellow bandana topped her head, matching
her raggedy knee-length shorts. She was barefoot and sported a
knowing smirk. Judging by the snatched of conversation she
overheard, Stephanie got the impression this woman was from
Somalia. When the woman grinned, Stephanie saw a noticeable gap
between her front teeth.

The last woman was a real beauty! About 5’8”, she had olive skin
and perfect features, framed by long, jet-black hair that her red
bandana was unable to contain. Her features marked her as an
Arab, rather than an African. Or perhaps Egyptian? She had a full
bosom, a slender waist, and flaring hips. Her heavily mascara'd
eyes were deep and seductive.

“See here,” Edward protested. “I would usually hesitate striking
a woman, but ...” The Egyptian woman cut off his speech with a
swift knee to the groin. The white boy collapsed in a heap, on
the deck, writhing in pain.

“Search de boat,” the pirate captain ordered. “Tie up de
prisoners and get dem aboard de Sea Siren. Den get Nimo to pilot
dis boat to de cove.” The pirate crew rushed to obey, leaving the
three officers with the captives.

Using thick, coarse rope, the first mates tied the white women’s
forearms together tightly behind them. Then they did the same to
Edward, forcing his hands away from his bruised gonads. The
captives were unceremoniously ushered from their yacht and onto
the creaking sailing ship that the pirates called home.

* * * * * * * *

“Ooooow!” Amber whined. “Those ropes are tight!” The pirates
ignored her while the pirate captain paced back and forth in
front of the arrayed prisoners.

“Pritty fancy boat youse got dere,” the captain grinned. “Tells
me you folk may be worth a lot o’ money ... might get a good
ransom.” The black captain leaned close to Mrs Pettigrew, ogling
the white woman’s impressive cleavage. “Den agin, maybe you might
wanna do som’tin fer me to make me wanna keep you, eh?”

Mrs Pettigrew looked shocked. “You filthy pervert!” she said
loudly. “I’d never give in to your sick and twisted desires.”

A cold anger replaced the captain’s leer.

“Is dat so?” she asked, obviously seething. “So you tink you too
good fer me, iz dat it?” With an angry pull, the incensed captain
ripped the white woman’s swim suit, exposing her impressive pale
breasts. “Den maybe I jes’ take what I wan? How bout dat?”

The Egyptian first mate interceded. “Captain,” she purred, “why
would you want an old cow like that? There are three fine, young
white girls and a white boy standing here, just waiting for you
to take your pick!”

The pirate captain considered and nodded. “You right, Aliaa. She
beneath me.”

The captain made an angry gesture and then ripped off the rest of
Mrs Pettigrew’s bathing suit. “Give her to the crew,” the pirate
captain ordered.

The first mates grinned, scooped up Mrs Pettigrew, and then
opened the double doors leading below decks. There, Stephanie
could see dozens of black pirate women in shabby clothing,
milling about.

“Here you go!” the lovely Egyptian called out as the first mates
threw the nude white woman through the opening. “Courtesy of the
captain!” A cheer went up from down below, which was only
partially cut off as the two dark women closed the doors.

The last Stephanie saw of her mother was the site of her nude,
white body being engulfed by a sea of eager, sweating, black
female bodies, before the doors banged down.

“Now,” the captain pondered aloud, surveying the four remaining
girls and Edward. “How do we divide de remaining booty?” She gave
a slow, lascivious grin as she surveyed the frightened captives.

Her eyes lit on Edward.

“Oh yeah!” she laughed, arching an eyebrow. “We has a boy!” She
sidled up to the trembling white male. “You evuh bin wid a
woman?” she stage whispered. “You evuh got fucked by a woman? You
evuh had a pussy in yo’ face?”

Holding his head still with one hand, she slowly and deliberately
licked his cheek, from jaw to hairline.

“Stop it!” Stephanie shrieked. “Edward is my fiance! You can’t
have him!”

The pirate captain regarded her with amusement.

“Is dat right?” she asked mockingly. “So dis fine young white boy
... he belong t’you?” She tripped Edward backwards and he fell
with a loud thud onto the wooden floor, unable to break his fall
due to his roped arms.

“So, he all yours, eh?” the pirate captain asked
conversationally, untying the prone white boy’s shoes and pulling
them off. “His heart, his mind, his ...” she loosened Edward’s
belt and with a firm tug, pulled off his pants, immediately
followed by his underwear. “... cock?” she finished. Pulling out
a large, wicked-looking knife, the dominant black woman cut
Edward’s shirt right off his torso.

“You sure about dat, honey?” she grinned at Stephanie, shucking
off her own clothes to stand, proud and nude, over Stephanie’s
fiance. “You really tink he ‘love’ you enough not to fuck de
first pussy he see?”

Stephanie was adamant. “I *know* he is faithful!” she insisted.
“He’ll never be tempted by another woman! Especially not someone
like you! His heart belongs to me.” She glowered at the smug
expression on the pirate captain’s face. “And his mind and his
... and his cock!” the indignant blonde declared.

“Is dat so?” the captain grinned. “Den you won’ mind placin’ a
leetul ... wager ... on dat?”

The captain grinned lasciviously. Stepping back, she squatted
over the prone white boy’s pale face.

“Den I’ll jus’ take dat bet,” she said, settling herself down
firmly on Edward’s surprised face. The pirate captain’s ass was
truly magnificent – it was so large that her thick thighs and ass
completely engulfed the bound white boy’s head.

“You young an’ naïve t’duh ways o’ men,” the dominant piratess
lectured Stephanie, both their eyes rivited on Edward’s
twitching, rapidly stiffening cock. The pirate captain laughed.
“Look like you boy sure do like sometin’ he be tastin’!”

The dominant black woman continued her lecture, reaching forward
to grasp the terrified white boy’s semi-erect penis. “Men don’
tink wid dere heads. Dey tink wid dere cocks. Daz why any woman
wid a pussy kin git anytin’ she wan’ from a man.” The pirate
captain slowly stroked Edward’s pale prick as she spoke.

To her horror, Stephanie saw her fiance’s penis hardening in this
evil woman’s hands. Within seconds, it was rigid and straining,
sparkling droplets of clear liquid oozing from its tip.

“Edward!” she shrieked, appalled at his betrayal, right in front
of her.

“Now, now,” the pirate captain chided, continuing to slowly jerk
off her pinned victim. “Don’ blame yer boyfriend. He cock can’
help it – a man git a pussy in hid face, he gonna get hard.” the
black woman had a deathgrip on the pinned boy’s pale cock,
squeezing it tightly as she increased the tempo of her stroking.

“Now wimmen,” the pirate captain continued, as if oblivious to
the damning handjob she was delivering and the marriage that it
would soon destroy, “wimmen, dey is different. You make a woman
cum, an’ she belong to you fer life! But men ...”

If Edward cried out, nobody heard, his voice muffled as it was by
the black woman’s smothering crotch and enormous, round ass. But
his slender body stiffened and arched off the wooden deck as he
helplessly shot his load onto the seated black woman’s jacket and
breasts.

“To men, fuckin’ an’ lovin’ ain’t really connected,” the dark
woman said, her fist almost a blur as she forcibly milked the
writhing white boy dry. Stephanie turned her head and shut her
eyes, trying to erase the mental image of her former fiance's
drooling penis being forced to surrender every drop of fluid it
contained to this horrid pirate woman.

Grinning triumphantly, the captain arose, mercifully lifting her
wet, smothering crotch from Edward’s gasping, pale face.
Stephanie was sickened to see her fiance’s tongue slither from
the black woman’s slit as she lifted her pussy from his head.

“You ...” the young blonde stammered, anger and shock threatening
to overwhelm her, “you were *licking* her pussy!?!” She burst
into humiliated tears, enraged at his weakness and faithlessness.
“How COULD you?!?”

Edward was dazed from lack of oxygen and his recent forced
climax. But even so, he slowly realized that he was in deep
trouble.

“That meant nothing, dear!” he insisted, groggily. “You don’t
understand ... she *forced* herself on me!”

Stephanie spat at him. “She couldn’t ‘force’ you to get hard!”
the livid blonde accused. “She couldn’t ‘force’ you to climax!
She didn’t even let you cum inside her! She just sat her nasty
crotch on your stupid face and *took* what she wanted! And you
just laid there and *let* her!”

Edward pleaded for understanding, but found none. Stephanie would
not speak to him, or even look at him.

The pirate captain smiled smugly. “Give him to the crew,” she
commanded.

Edward looked up in shocked surprise, trying to process what he’d
just heard.

“Me?” he asked stupidly. “You’re going to throw me in with all of
those months-at-sea horny black women?” Stephanie glared
accusingly at Edward’s rapidly stiffening prick.

“You *pig*!” she screamed. “You WANT to be raped by them, don't
you! You WANT all those nasty black women to have their way with
you!”

To Stephanie’s surprise and horror, Edward gave an embarrassed
grin and shrugged, before allowing himself to be led over to the
below-decks doors, where he walked down of his own free will. The
horde of dark-skinned pirate women, abandoning the now
unconscious blonde socialite, fell upon the white boy in a
lustful frenzy. A howl of delight rose up from the women below as
they jostled and fought to see who would mount him first and who
would be the first to straddle his handsome, young, white face.

Still trying to recover from her fiance’s base betrayal,
Stephanie was distracted when Beth stepped boldly forward and
fell to her knees in front of the beautiful Egyptian pirate,
Aliaa.

“Please,” the quivering brunette pleaded to the lovely first
mate, “let me ... please you. Make me your ...” She swallowed
hard. “... pleasure slave.”

The two college girls regarded their former captain with shock.
Aliaa looked at the pretty brunette, then at the captain. The
captain laughed and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Smiling broadly, the beautiful Egyptian dropped her baggy
breeches and stepped out of them to stand in front of the
kneeling white woman. The trembling brunette stared at the thick
thatch of dark fur in front of her before leaning forward to
grasp the darker woman by the hips and plant a passionate kiss on
the Middle Easterner’s groin.

Licking her lips, Aliaa raised one of her shapely legs and draped
it across the submissive brunette’s shoulder. “Do it,” she
whispered huskily. “Show me how much you want me.”

The sound of loud lapping told the college girls that their
former captain was going to town on the beautiful Egyptian’s
musky twat. Aliia sighed and slowly closed her eyes as the
enthusiastic white woman lapped furiously at her new mistress’
slick slit and clit.

“What a fucking lezzie *whore*!” Amber gasped.

All of the women on the deck of the pirate ship watched with rapt
attention as the bound brunette slowly but surely brought the
lovely Egyptian to the brink of climax, and then pushed her over.

“Oh ... GODS!” Aliia shrieked, grabbing the white girl’s head
with both hands and forcing her pale face even harder into her
hairy, wet crotch. The darker woman shook with pleasure as she
continued to rub herself lustily against the kneeling white
woman’s face. “Yes,” she panted. “Yes! Yes!”

Her movements slowed as her climax slowly passed. Sighing with
contentment, she released Beth, who fell backwards, gasping for
air.

“Gods, but you have a talented tongue!” the Egyptian piratess
laughed, shakily pulling her breeches back on. She gave a
pleading look towards her captain. “May I, Captain?” she begged.
“May I keep this one?”

The captain laughed and gave a good-natured smile. “Why not?” she
chuckled. “Seem dis one really like you! And dat still leave two
-- one for Mulki an’ one fer me.” The big Somali grinned and
Aliia bowed gratefully, pulling Beth to her feet.

“Put dem in mah cabin while we decide how to divvy de rest,” the
captain ordered. The big Somali – Mulki -- herded the girls
towards a door in the cabin area.

“Hope you girls is as smart as yer frien’ dere,” the big Somali
smirked, as she guided them into the cabin and closed the door.
"Eat mah pussy real good an' I may pick you."

As soon as the door closed, Amber turned on the brunette.

“You SLUT!” she hissed. “You little lezzie SLUT! What got into
you?!? I can’t believe you DID that!”

Beth looked unrepentant.

“You naïve bimbos!” the yacht captain laughed ruefully. “Don’t
you see what’s happening? Those pirates are dykes. Aggressive,
horny, perverted dykes! We are their prisoners. They are either
going to kill us or force us to spend the rest of our lives
eating their insatiable cunts.”

Stephanie snorted. “Didn’t look like anyone was forcing *you*!”
she sniped. “Looked to me like you volunteered and couldn’t
*wait* to chow down on her.”

The brunette sneered.

“Of course,” she agreed. “We’re *all* going to be eating cunt,
before this is over. It’s just a matter of ‘when’ and ‘whose.’
And if I’m going to *have* to have some bitch's nasty, sloppy wet
cunt in my face, I might as well lick the cunt of someone halfway
*attractive*, rather than some black troll. Did you see those
other two? That’s what’s waiting for *you*, now!”

Beth’s triumphant smile faded slightly as the door opened. It was
the gap-toothed Somali piratess.

“Come out now,” Mulki ordered. “Captain gits to pick first, ‘n I
git whoever left.”

Stephanie shuddered as she stepped back into the bright, tropical
sunlight.

Suddenly, the thought of servicing Aliia didn’t sound quite so
bad.

* * * * * * * * * *

The pirate captain inspected both white girls, running her dark
calloused hands over their fair skin and roughly fondling their
pale breasts.

“Not much here,” the captain noted cupping one of Stephanie’s
petite tits. The blonde blushed in shame.

“Don't feel bad, girlie," the Egyptian laughed, "maybe they'll
grow out when you hit puberty."

Stephanie was livid. "I turned 18 three days ago!" she shouted.

The big Somali tsk'ed loudly. "Dat too bad," she consoled. The
young blonde flushed in shame. Why do I care what they think of
my boobs, she wondered.

The captain stripped both girls and ran her thick fingers along
their slits. Stephanie gasped to see verification that Amber had,
indeed, shaved her pussy. She blushed, thinking how that cute
neatly shaved cunt must look in comparison to her own unkempt,
lightly furred beaver. “She’ll pick Amber,” Stephanie thought,
with resignation. “Amber is too attractive to pass up.”

Why should I care, she wondered, with a start.

“I choose de tiny-tittied blonde,” the captain decided. Stephanie
had a short-lived stab of satisfaction, which was immediately
replaced by horror. She didn’t want to be “chosen” by some
dominant pirate dyke!

“I guess dat leave you to me,” the big Somali grinned at the
trembling and rapidly paling redhead.

“Wait a minute!” Amber yelled. “What about her?” She bobbed her
head emphatically at Melissa. “Why don’t you go lez off with her?
She’s just hired help, so she doesn’t matter. And she’s one of
you!” The irate redhead scowled at her old nemesis. “Hell, you
didn’t even tie her up! What kind of pirate clowns are you?”

A toothy white grin split Mulki’s dark face as she took a coil of
rope and began trussing Amber up even more. “You right,” the big
woman agreed. “She *is* one of us. At least, she is now, if she
wanna be.”

A disbelieving smile spread across Melissa’s pretty, brown face.

“Me?” she said softly. “A pirate?” Her expression hardened as she
looked at Amber. “A chance to get revenge on people who abused me
when they had power?” The former servant girl nodded.

“I’m in!” she said, stepping forward to help truss up the
struggling redhead. Amber began screaming protests and curses
until Melissa removed her own panties and stuffed them into the
screaming white girl’s mouth.

“You like that?” the pretty Jamaican taunted, whispering loudly
in Amber’s ear. “That underwear has been pressed against my
sweaty crotch for three days, because that bitch, Mrs Pettigrew,
doesn’t pay me enough to have a fresh pair for each day!” The
bound white girl’s eyes went wide with the realization of just
what she had in her mouth and her struggles intensified.

But to no avail. The ropes were thick and tight.

Mulki hoisted the bound white girl up, where she dangled, hanging
from a rope thrown over a yardarm. The white girl’s forearms were
still tied together, behind her back, but now she was in a rope
harness of sorts. The calves and thighs of each leg were tied
together. preventing her from extending her legs in a kick, and a
rope noose was wrapped loosely around her neck.

“Lower her,” Melissa directed. Mulki looked hesitant, obviously
distrubed at the idea of taking orders from this slip of a girl,
but sensed that some monumental vengeance was about to take
place. The big Somali lowered the bound white girl to within six
inches of the deck.

The pretty Jamaican proffered her shapely, dirty, bare foot.

“Lick it,” she commanded. “Suck my toes.”

Still dangling like a pinata, Amber responded with what sounded
like a muffled “Fuck you!”

Mulki produced a large, evil-looking paddle.

“She said ‘suck her toes,’” the big Somali said, making certain
the bound redhead could see the paddle. Amber paled, but shook
her head defiantly.

Mulki brought the paddle down hard on the white girl’s ass and
the stinging slap could be heard from all across the deck. The
white girl gave a muffled squeal of pain and her body stiffened
in its rope harness. After three more hard swats, the beaten
redhead was furiously nodding consent.

Melissa removed the saliva-sodden panties from the white girl’s
mouth.

“You ready to lick my feet?” the pretty Jamaican taunted. Amber
nodded miserably.

“Beg me,” Melissa demanded. Amber looked at her with stupid
incomprehension. “Yes. Yes, damn you! I’ll do it.”

“Beg me to let you suck my toes and kiss my feet,” the vengeful
Jamaican demanded. “Tell me how much you want it!” Amber
hesitated, until she saw Mulki raise the dreaded paddle.

“No!” Amber shrieked. “I’ll do it! I mean, I’ll beg! Please!
Please let me lick your feet.”

The former servant smiled, relishing her former tormentor’s
anguish and humiliation.

“Of course, dear,” the pretty Jamaican agreed soothingly. “Just
let me take a moment to make sure I wash off any ‘mint’ that
might have rubbed off on my foot. I know how you hate mint.”

Stephanie watched in confusion. Melissa was just standing there,
unmoving, completely naked and with her legs pressed tightly
together.

It was then that Stephanie saw the spreading puddle on the deck
at the pretty Jamaican’s feet.

“She’s ... she’s pissing herself!” the trembling blonde realized.
“Standing there in front of Amber, nude, in a puddle of her own
...”

Melissa raised a dripping foot to Amber’s pale face. The pungent
scent on the darker girl’s damp foot told the white girl all she
needed to know.

“You can’t ...” Amber stammered, eyes widening in revulsion. “You
don’t expect me to ...” The pretty Jamaican pressed her damp toes
against Amber’s slack lips. The redhead’s sparkling green eyes
were fearfully fixated on the big paddle still in the grip of the
big black woman.

Sobbing, Amber let Melissa slide her piss-covered foot deeply
into the bound white girl’s mouth. Tears streaming down her face,
the tightly roped redhead began sucking her foe’s befouled foot.

The big Somali left the two rivals alone for several minutes, as
she headed over to the cabin area. Amber whimpered as she
continued to worship the pretty Jamaican’s shapely, piss-covered
brown foot until the big Somali woman returned.

Exchanging a quick glance, Melissa and Mulki wordlessly changed
positions – the pretty Jamaican standing at the bound girl’s feet
and the big Somali standing at Amber’s head.

With a grunt, Mulki pulled on the rope to raise the beaten white
girl several feet off the floor, bringing the sobbing redhead’s
face to crotch-level, where she found her gaze fixed on an
enormous black strap-on.

“Time to make you mine,” Mulki sighed lustily, swiveling the
bound redhead head-over-heels so her belly now faced the sky and
her gaze was now looking up at the vengeful Jamaican’s
piss-soaked crotch.

“Oh no,” Amber moaned, struggling feebly in her rope prison.
“Please ... don’t ...”

But they did.

The big Somali positioned herself between the bound white girl’s
legs and thrust the fake-cock deeply into the redhead’s exposed
pussy. Then the smiling gap-toothed black woman began fucking the
roped white girl with slow, deliberate strokes. Stephanie winced,
but seeing the sheen of pussy juice on the thick shaft reassured
the frightened blonde that her worst fears for her friend were
not realized.

“She ... she must be aroused by all of this,” Stephanie realized.

As Mulki banged away with the strap-on, Melissa slowly straddled
the weeping white girl’s face. Reaching back, she grabbed a
fistful of red hair and pulled up, forcing the white girl’s face
firmly into the dark girl’s pissy pussy.

Almost immediately, the dominant Jamaican began sighing and
grinding her pelvis, indicating that the beaten redhead had been
completely subjugated and had begun licking her new mistress’
nasty wet slit.

Turning her head to avoid watching the debauchery, Stephanie’s
gaze fell upon Aliia and Beth, locked in a passionate 69 like a
human yin yang symbol. Each had their arms locked about the other
and their straining thighs wrapped around the other's head as the
humped their pelvises against the other's eager mouth.

“Look like all you friends like dey new lives,” the pirate
captain whispered in the trembling blonde’s ear. “How bout’chu?
You ready to become mah bitch, white girl?

Stephanie turned to regard her captor. The black woman’s face was
so close, the petite blonde could feel the pirate captain’s hot,
moist breath on her face.

“Go to hell,” Stephanie stammered. “Free me at once!”

To her surprise, the pirate captain untied the white girl’s arms.

That went unusually well, the young blonde thought, rubbing her
chafed forearms. Maybe I’ll actually get out of this without
having to do anything perverted.

But her ponderings were dashed when the angry pirate captain
grabbed her and lashed her to the mast by tying her wrists
together on the far side of the big pole. The mast was wide
enough that the side of her face was pulled hard against the
wooden mast.

The pirate captain ripped off Stephanie’s skimpy bathing suit,
allowing the cool ocean breeze to caress the white girl’s pale
skin.

Standing where she knew the truculent white girl could see her,
the dominant black woman removed her thick, leather belt.

Stephanie’s knees went weak. “Oh God,” she choked. The pirate
captain wasn’t going to ... surely she wouldn’t ...?!?

The stinging bite of the belt lashed across the bound blonde’s
cute, white ass.

Stephanie shrieked in shock and agony. She couldn’t remember ever
having experienced such searing pain.

The pirate captain wasn’t gentle, putting all of her considerable
strength into each lash and always aiming for a new target.
Stephanie shrieked at each blow, dancing on the deck in an
attempt to escape the merciless belt, but finding no escape, with
her upper body effectively immobilized, tied to the mast.
Stephanie lost count of how many blows she received, as her world
dissolved into a hazy mist of crimson pain. Her ass, her upper
legs, her back ... she knew that the welts she was receiving had
to be deep enough to leave actual scars.

After what seemed an eternity, the beating stopped.

Stephanie sobbed as she leaned against the thick mast, too weak
to stand under her own power.

Strong hands encircled her comfortingly.

“Now, see what you made me do?” the pirate captain’s voice
breathed into her ear. “Why you gotta be so cold? You be nice an’
you world be much, much nicer!”

String, experienced hands slid between the trembling white girl’s
torso and the mast to cup her heaving breasts. To her surprise,
pleasant sensations flared as the lesbian pirate fondled her
boobs and played with her nipples.

“Pain n’ pleasure ... dey two side of de same coin,” the dominant
black woman whispered, one hand continuing to fondle the white
girl’s boobs, the other dropping to cup her moist sex.

“You belong t’me, now,” the piratess whispered, running her
finger along Stephanie’s now-slick slit. Electric flutterings of
pleasure followed that finger and Stephanie couldn’t repress a
moan of arousal.

“Ah kin bring you pain,” the relentless black woman murmured,
pulling the white girl’s head back sharply by pulling on a
fistful of blonde hair.

“Or ah kin bring you pleasure,” the pirate captain husked,
pulling the white girl’s tear-stained face close and drawing her
quivering pink lips into a passionate kiss. The black woman’s
questing fingers slid gently, but relentless along the trembling
blonde’s wet slit, until they closed on the younger woman’s
engorged clit.

The wave of pleasure was so intense that Stephanie thought she
was going to pass out. Her pussy was pulsing with pleasure,
thrumming to the rhythm of the experienced black fingers
thrusting between her pale cuntlips. The thick dominant lips of
the dark woman engulfed the young white girl’s thin, overwhelmed
lips so completely that when the piratess slid her thick, hot
tongue into the blonde’s tingling mouth, Stephanie’s lips parted
of their own accord to allow access.

The overcome blonde had never felt so completely and thoroughly
sexually dominated. She gave up all attempts at resistance,
spreading her legs and lips further to allow her conqueror to
take what was hers.

One of the black woman’s hands had a death grip on the white
girl’s small white boob, crushing it in a strong, viselike grip.
The other hand was pressed hard against the subjugated blonde’s
throbbing clit, rubbing the stiff nub as if trying to remove a
stain. Stephanie could feel her own juices trickling warmly down
her thigh and she realized this powerful pirate captain could do
anything she wanted, and Stephanie would be powerless to stop
her.

Did she want to stop her?

By now, orgasm was imminent. The thought of being forced to
climax by an aggressive black woman was both repellent and
deliciously arousing. What does that say about me, if she can
make me climax, Stephanie wondered. I'm too weak to even resist
her sexually? Is this how Edward had felt, when she had pinned
him and jerked him off?

As if reading her mind, the piratess whispered in her ear: “If
you can resist me, you kin go your own way. But if you body
surrender to me, den dat mean your heart and mind must follow.”

The overwhelmed white girl’s mind was reeling and her body burned
with arousal and pleasure.

“You’ll belong t’me,” the relentless black woman breathed, her
hot, moist breath tickling the white girl’s inner ear with
flutters of arousal and pleasure.

I’ll ... belong ... to her, Stephanie thought, horrified at the
unwanted and unstoppable lustful pleasure in her body
crescendoing to unbearable heights. The thought of becoming so
dominated as to actually become the property of this overbearing,
dominant woman sent Stephanie over the edge.

The beaten white girl screamed in pleasure as her body was
wracked with ecstasy, quivering as if she was being violently
shaken. The pirate captain cut off the climaxing blonde’s cry of
pleasure and defeat by covering the white girl’s mouth with her
thick, sensuous lips. The black woman’s other arm went up to trap
the blonde’s head while simultaneously covering Stephanie’s nose
with a powerful, dark hand.

Perversely, the lack of oxygen and lack of control sent the
climaxing white girl’s paroxysms of orgasm spiraling even higher.
The fingers at the blonde’s clit continued to rub furiously, as
if in hopes of igniting an actual fire through friction.
Stephanie’s eyelids fluttered as she struggled to remain
conscious, but the tsunami of sensation swept her away and into
darkness.

* * * * * * * * *

Stephanie didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious. Seconds?
Hours? Her body was still feeling the afterglow of her intense
sexual experience and her quivering quim dripped as she
remembered what she had been through.

Slowly, awareness of her surroundings filtered through her
lust-fogged brain. She was still nude, but now on her knees – her
blistered ass felt like it was on fire, as she sat on her heels.

Her wrists were still tied by a length of rope, looped around the
mast. But the length of rope had been lengthened, allowing her to
kneel, facing the mast, rather than having her upper body mashed
against it.

The pirate captain was still here, nude, except for her boots.
She smiled at the kneeling white girl and stepped between the
blonde and the mast.

“You belong t’me, now,” the dominant black woman told her,
sending a thrill of perverse pleasure shooting through the white
girl’s throbbing, wet cunt. “It’s time t’show me you fealty."

"Time to worship pirate booty.”

Stephanie struggled to understand what her dominator was talking
about.

The pirate queen turned to face the mast and placed both hands on
the massive pole. She jutted her enormous bubble butt of an ass
into the kneeling white girl’s face.

“Worship th’ pirate booty,” the booted black woman demanded.
“Show me you know you mah property.” She firmly shoved her ass
back, wedging Staphanie’s pale face firmly in her dark ass crack.

Though shocked, the white girl hadn’t turned her head.

What is *wrong* with me, she wondered, her heart simultaneously
sinking and racing. Why am I letting another woman shove her ass
into my face?? Why don't I try to avoid this?

The pirate captain reached back and pulled her butt cheeks apart,
pushing her backside out further as she did so. The kneeling
blonde, wrists restrained by the rope around the mast, could not
edge back. Stephanie face was forced deep into the dark ass
crack, her thin, pink lips pressed firmly against the black
woman’s puckered asshole.

Then the pirate captain released her hold on her big butt cheeks.

The kneeling white girl’s world went dark, though she found her
mouth was still pressed against her dominator’s tight, hot
asshole. The black woman’s muscular ass cheeks began to slowly
clench and unclench as she jilled herself off, obviously enjoying
the feel of the subjugated blonde’s face wedged deeply in her
ass.

The pressure was intense and the humiliation total.

Stephanie extended her tongue and began rimming her owner’s tight
asshole, praying that the pressure of the dominant black woman’s
powerful ass clenching wouldn’t cause her to pass out before her
owner could achieve climax.
