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"Pirate's Prize"

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Donna Elena De Castillo had been on her way to marry the richest man in the Indies but now she sat uneasily on the edge of her bunk listening to the sounds of battle on the deck above her. Swords clashed, men screamed in agony, others yelled their defiance. Her father had warned her before she set off on this voyage. It is a journey fraught with many dangers. None more so than pirates---and pray that your vessel does not meet up with the English devil ship Scavenger and its crew of cut-throats led by Captain Jack Morrell.

Her father's ship had a good company of military men on board to ensure her safe passage. But when the black hull of the tall masted vessel had appeared through the mists of morning the captain had immediately sounded battle stations. And as he had ushered her to her cabin he had said, "I recognise Scavenger. For god's sake keep your cabin locked." She had dressed herself in her best high fitting gown with the laced corsage. Her mother had always advised her to Cover up when under the eyes of those nasty sea dogs. And now she produced the short dagger which had been her father's last gift to her. "Should the ship be taken, use this on yourself. For God's sake don t let filthy rabble have you."

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The thought of taking her own life was unthinkable. She'd fight first. If she had to go, others would go with her. As quickly as it had started the battle ceased. There was a silent pause before a victorious cheer rent the air. Soldiers or pirates? She didn't have long to wait to find out. Within minutes cabin doors were being burst open, rough laughter echoed around the ship. And she knew with sinking heart that the soldiers had not won. Where was Marella, her lady-in-waiting? The only other female on board. A scream followed by coarse jeering gave her some idea. Then the handle of her door turned, when the lock resisted there was a brief pause. Marella gave another agonised scream, before the explosion of a pistol shattered the edge of the door and it burst open. Donna leapt to her feet to find herself facing a tall bearded man in black blood-streaked clothes. He was wearing a scarlet bandana around his head. In one hand he carried a pistol and in the other a long bloodied cutlass. His dark eyes widened in appreciation as he looked at Donna, "Ah, now here's some bounty," he laughed and the two ruffians behind him laughed with him. He half turned to them, "Leave us." They moved away muttering, "Lucky captain. Roger her good." Closing the door behind him the pirate bowed in exaggerated manner. "Madam, I am Captain Jack Morrell, at your service." His smile was almost beguiling as he added, "And a very fine service it will be. May I ask who I am addressing?" Outside the cabin Marella screamed again and there was laughter and grunting.

Donna raised herself to be as dignified as possible, behind her back she clutched the short dagger. She told him her name. Daughter of Miguel de Castillo, owner of this ship and many others. "No longer the owner of this ship. And you are bound for?" "Cartagena. I am betrothed to Vincent di Parillo. He is the--" "I know who he is---but now you are betrothed to me," The dark eyes had become less friendly. "Now, enough talk. Remove your clothing, please." Donna was shocked, "I will not." "Maybe I will have to assist you," And before Donna could blink Jack Morrel's blade had flashed through the air and sliced down the front of her corsage, bursting the cords and cutting through much of the fabric, All done with such accuracy that the blade never touched her skin. But now her skin was very much exposed, Donna knew her generous breasts were all but open to his lustful gaze, and almost instinctively her hands rose to cover herself. "A dagger---is that a dagger? Were you going to use it on me?" Donna looked plaintively at the tiny weapon in her hand yet stood defiant, "Yes, I'll use it on you, you blaggard." "Madame, for a Spanish lady your English is uncommonly sound. Now drop the dagger please." Instead of following his instructions she raised the dagger threateningly. Jack Morrell sighed, then, without warning, his cutlass blade zipped through the air and the dagger was sent flying from her hand to land somewhere across the cabin. This time a small sliver of blood seeped from Donna's fingers, and for the first time fear began to rise more demandingly inside her.

"Now. Please remove the rest of your clothing." "Never." Again she heard Marella's desperate cries. What was happening to her? Jack Morrell took two swift steps grabbed the torn edge of her gown and ripped it down to her waist. Donna gasped but ducked under his arms and ran towards the door. "Oh, Madam Donna, go out there and I fear your treatment will be somewhat rougher. Take a look if you don t believe me." Donna pulled back the door and saw not ten feet away a group of about ten ill attired, filthy ruffians milling around whatever was happening on the stairs. As they moved she had a glimpse of the naked buttocks of Marella as the steaming penis of one of the pirates was removed from her and another massive organ took its place, rammed into her with such severity that Marella screamed yet again. While this was going on a pantsless pirate was trying to push his groin into her face.

Shocked to her very core, Donna was removed from any further viewing as Jack Morrell grabbed her naked shoulder and, turning her, ripped the rest of her clothing to the floor. Desperately she tried to cover herself, tried to remain defiant while despair began to take over. "My, you possess a very scrumptious pair of titties, m' lady." And he reached out a hand and squeezed her left breast. Donna spat into his face. No man had ever touched her there. Jack Morrell laughed, "Spirited too. I m going to enjoy exploring that black bush you have." His hand reached for her groin and she slapped him with all her strength. For a moment anger showed in his deeply tanned face. "Would you rather be out there with my men?" he asked. "I'd rather be dead," she growled, wishing she had followed her father's instructions. "That can be arranged. But such a waste of----pleasure." He stood back from her, his eyes practically devouring every inch of her exposed body, while she tried to crouch to hide herself from his gaze. He unfastened his belt and tugged at the silken pantaloons he wore, quickly revealing his massive erect penis.

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"Now while you are so crouched perhaps you would do me the favour of taking this into your mouth." Donna stared at the threatening bulbous purple head in front of her eyes, horrified by the suggestion that it should enter her mouth. Even from this distance she could smell it, and she would gamble that this captain had not washed for many days, perhaps weeks. From the rank odour she guessed it had been used in other unfortunate females since its last cleansing. "Come on, my dear. I m waiting. My patience is very thin." In spite of her revulsion Donna thought she saw a chance of getting back at this so called captain. Tentatively she offered her open mouth. "That's very sensible," he muttered, as her lips close around his pulsing rod. The odorous sensations of this thing in her mouth made Donna want to vomit but she closed her lips around it and then, looking up into the gloating dark face, she bit down viciously. Jack Morrell gave an almighty bellow of pain and a massive fist struck Donna on the side of the head knocking her sideways so that her teeth and mouth were pulled away from the wounded penis. Eyes blazing Jack Morrell glared down at her as she sprawled dazedly on the floor, his hands clasped over his wounded part and a trickle of blood showed between his fingers. "You stupid bitch," he gasped. "You could have made it." Then he raised his head, "Maston, Vinners."

Donna, through a haze of pain, saw two ragged characters appear, both unshaven, one had a face suggesting pure evil, the other grinned toothlessly. "Take her away,Jack Morrell ordered. "Where to?" The toothless one asked. "Anywhere." "You mean she's for the boys?" "That's what I mean." With a whoop both men reached down to grab her arms and legs and hoisted her into the air. "Just one thing," Morrell added. "Don't mark her face." "Why not, captain?" toothless rasped. "I have my reasons, Vinners. Take her away."

Regaining her senses Donna struggled in the grasp of the two men. Only two pairs of hands held her but somehow they searched every inch of her smooth skinned curves. A hand groped between her parted legs, grubby fingers dragging at her vulva. "Oh, Maston, lad. What a prize. Look at those tits." She was carried past the steps where two pirates were still pounding into poor Marella, front and back. She seemed to be all but unconscious. Was this going to happen to her? She struggled again and the one called Maston leaned his evil face down and bit at her left breast making her cry out with the pain. "Boys!" Vinners called out. "Look at the booty." Heads appeared around doors and seeing what Maston and Vinners were carrying, heads became bodies, rampant eager bodies. Donna was suddenly aware of countless figures, dirty, smelling of blood and sweat, appearing around her. Stubbled faces, leering. Hands stroked at her limbs, clutched at her breasts. Many hands, thin fingers, thick fingers, felt for her secret parts. A finger slid painfully into that hole between her buttocks--it was the first of many painful probings.

She was lifted high and she heard Maston and Vinners cry out that they were first. A claim that was met with ribald mocking laughter. Terror welled up in Donna's heart. Through a low doorway and she was brought down heavily on a wide wooden table. Ugly dark faces, tongues licking eager lips filled the space around her. Hands pummelled at her breasts, while mouths tried to bite there, fingers forced their way up between her legs. When she tried to clench her thighs together, they were roughly pulled apart and fingers continued their frantic violation of her private areas. "What a cute cunny she's got, A voice growled." "It's mine." "No, it's mine." A scuffle broke out down near her feet. Then someone grabbed her hair and a foul-breathed mouth was slobbering over hers, a tongue poked at her lips, which she managed to keep tight shut. Mouths continued to violate her breasts, someone bit her nipple so she cried out in pain. Then a penis was waved in her face, larger than Captain Morrell's. The fingers exploring her nether regions were not gentle, they dug and spread. A face was pressed into her groin and a tongue began lapping at her vulva. Better than the probing of fingers and very briefly she was aware of a pleasurable sensation, which was quickly dispelled when teeth bit into her down there and she screamed in agony. Then a tall thin figure loomed up from below, clambering on the table between her legs.

"See what you're going to get," a cruel voice urged. She saw the rampant penis before the pirate sank on top of her and the next second it felt like a huge stake had been driven into her and the pirate was pounding it up into her breaking her hymen. Nothing in her sheltered life could have prepared her the shame or the torment. Each thrust was deeper and harder and more searing and brought tears of fear and anguish to her eyes. She wasn't going to survive this. The pirate gave a roar as with a final massive thrust he seemed to burst inside her, pumping faster and harder. He was treated to a mixture of cheers and jeers. He withdrew and another was there and again she felt the rough, vicious thrust of an erect penis claiming her.

"Cunt's dry as sticks, Came a voice." "Mouth won't open." Another. "I know what'll open it. A good fist." "No. Captain wants her face kept in order," That was Maston's voice. "Why?" "Who knows? Captain has his reasons." "This'll moisten her up. Grab her jaw." As the penis inside gave its final plunge and began to withdraw another took its place. "My turn at last." It was Vinners voice and recalling that thin toothless face made this infiltration even worse. He was rough but quick as a snake. He was crying out and pumping at her furiously. Three others followed in rapid succession, each one seeming fiercer than the last. "God, look at the stuff pouring out of her." shouted someone. "Could start a cum business. And there was laughter." Now her jaw was grabbed by gnarled hands, and forced open. Helplessly she tried to shake her head but other hands held her by the hair. Then liquid was pouring into her mouth and down her throat. Thick strong raw spirit. "A nice drop o rum should lighten the burden for ye, missy." She gagged and tried to spit out the liquid But it burned a course all the way down her throat and into her stomach Four more very fast invasions of her vagina had taken place when someone laughed and said, "Here comes Budge." And there was a roar. "He'll crush her." "Or rip her in two." "Let her see. Let her see." She was lifted slightly to view around her---erect penises seemed to be all around her but at the foot of the table viewing between her open legs was an enormous fat bellied man, he must have been six and a half feet tall dressed in a stained vest that might have once been white. Staring at his bulk Donna thought he was clutching a truncheon in his hand until he pulled on it to reveal the huge purple head of his penis.

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"No," she screamed. Por Dios. It was too big. Budge pulled a face "I'm not going into that hole youse have been filling up with yer muck. Turn her over" "Oh, aye, Budge. Up the backside." And Donna felt herself lobbed over onto her belly like a fried egg. Hands pulled on her legs so that she slid to the edge of the table her buttocks raised by eager hands. "No, no, please. Not there. Oh, please." Her cries were drowned in the roars of encouragement that went up from the crowd. Her head was beginning to spin as the rum began to take effect. A thick rough finger poked into her rear hole. It circled as though to make room. The finger alone brought waves of torment to her lower body. Then it was removed and something smoother but bigger was placed against the opening. Crude words of encouragement came from the bystanders, something splashed across her back, something warm and wet. There was laughter, "Piggy's cum on her."

For Donna all sounds and voices passed out of her consciousness as Budge's huge baton-like penis nudged into her rear hole. Utter anguish shook her body, with two swift lunges the massive organ was pushing up into her very gut. Yells of encouragement. Her hair was pulled to lift her face and an erect penis slapped across her face, back and forward, back and forward. More laughter and deeper unbearable pain as the Budge penis tore at her insides, harder and ever deeper until there would be no end to the sheer agonising trauma. A hand reached underneath her thigh to twist at her vulva lips. She couldn't live through this pain, didn't want to live through it.

At last Budge reached his climax. It came with a fierce roar of satisfaction and one enormous thrust that lifted her belly clear of the table before crashing it down so that all the air was exploded from her body, and she thought she really was about to die as his enormous weight came down on her buttocks. He gave two final thrusts before his organ began to slide out of her, but immediately one of his companions was thrusting his hot penis into her rear. After Budge's assault it was almost acceptable. A chant went up, "The cunny, the cunny. We want the cunny." And when this one exploded inside her she was flicked over onto her back and someone else plunged deeply into her vagina, lifting her with powerful thrusts until he shot his hot deposit inside her and another followed. Two of the pirates were rubbing there penises over her breasts , one of them got up and sat astride her chest pulling each of her breast to envelope his rod. He jerked it faster and faster in between them until his hot sperm spurted out up over her neck and face. "I'll have some of that." And someone else began violently treating his large penis between her aching breast until he shot spurt after spurt across her mouth and eyes.

She was sure she must have passed out after the next three men launched their manhood between her legs while others straddled her breasts and spurted over her body. Coming round someone was still humping away in her almost paralysed vagina. The other men were standing in a wider ring, watching. This final assailant was a little old man, with one tooth which grinned at her as his climax shook him and his hips slammed one final time against hers. As he withdrew she felt herself being pulled up to a sitting position. And there, standing in front of her, was Captain Jack Morrell, a cruel smile on his face. "I hope you haven't tired my men out," he said. "Are you ready to take me in your mouth in a more friendly manner. Suck me dry?" A supportive cheer went up from the men. Every inch of her body aching, her lower body in particular feeling like an agonised mess, her mind befuddled by the rum, she still managed to shake her head. "Oh, dear, then I m afraid you aren't going to like the next part." Doc step forward please.

The small man who had just finished with her stepped forward. In his hand he was clutching what looked like a giant pair of scissors only with flat edges. "Meet our ship's doctor," Jack Morrell said, "Not fully qualified, of course. Failed the entry exam. Now when our men have toothache bad, they're glad to have him remove the offending molar." The little man clacked the instrument in his hands. "If you won't take me nicely, Doc here is going to extract all of your teeth. So you ll be biting nobody again--ever." His words sank slowly into Donna's befuddled brain, but she just shook her head. Jack Morrell shrugged and signalled to men on either side of the table. Instantly she was grabbed and eager hands forced her jaws apart. "Let's be kind," Jack Morrell grinned. A dribble of rum. Once more the thick liquid was sent scalding down into her innards. She gagged and hoped she would vomit it back, but that didn't happen. She felt as though the spirit had fused into her veins. One of the pirates stepped forward and rammed what felt like two pieces of wood inside her mouth on either side so her mouth was chocked open. Fearfully she watched Doc approach with the instrument raised. Firm hands held her head in vice-like grip and as her legs kicked someone was signalled to hold them. Whoever did that took the advantage of fingering her sperm sodden vagina.

In horror she heard the metal clasp on one of her side teeth and the Doc was twisting back and forward, nothing but pressure at first, but as the tooth gave, the frightful pain went shooting up into her brain, she heard her own moans become screams as the pressure increased. There had been no pain like this, the sheer excruciating agony of it had her almost breaking free of the arms that grasped her. For minutes the torture went on and as the tooth came away with a sickening sucking sound she screamed out loud in her anguish. And then she all but fainted, being only aware of dulled voices, and blood trickling from the edges of her mouth "Wait awhile." "Others will be easier now I can get at them." Regaining her senses, her whole jaw aflame she gazed with pure hatred at Jack Morrell.

"Another one?" he asked, that cruel smile playing on his lips. She shook her head. "What would you prefer in your mouth next?" Jack Morrell went on. "This." And he pointed at the Doc's extractor which still held her own tooth. "Or this?" And he flicked at the front of his outfit to reveal his hugely tumescent penis. "Well? Decision time." Wracked with pain she knew she could not bear another extraction. The rum in her belly was burning out through all her veins. Her head didn't feel like it was hers anyway. Let her point, he commanded the men who were holding her arms, and he kicked the pirate fingering up her pubic area out of the way. Wearily, she raised her arm and pointed at the Captain's penis. There was a mild cheer from the pirates. "Good choice." Jack Morrell said and stepped towards her. "Be warned. Just one hint of a bite and they all come out---all of them---Understand?"

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She nodded and saw him signal behind her. Someone handed him a glass. "Here," he said. "Wash out your mouth with wine. Good wine." She tentatively sipped at the glass. It was bitter but not unpleasant as she rinsed it round her mouth. Make it numb, she told herself. She spat out a column of wine and blood. "On your knees," Jack Morrell ordered and she was pushed off the table to stumble to her knees, to find the captain's erect penis right in front of her. There was only slight pleasure in seeing the bloodied marks she had made along one side. "Take it. Lick first." Tentatively her tongue reached out and played over the bulbous purple and she heard his sharp intake of breath. Maybe she could make this over quickly. She licked along the shaft noticing that it had been washed since her earlier encounter. Cleansing the wound no doubt. He pressed in on her and his whole length slid past her lips right to the back of her throat. "Suck on it," he commanded. The pirates began chanting. "Shoot in the mouth. Shoot in the mouth." She sucked on the great length, feeling that purple head reaching the back of her throat. But that wasn't enough it seemed. The Captain began thrusting his penis deeper down her throat as though it was a second vagina, as though he wanted to choke her. And all the time the pirates watched and jeered. Donna kept her eyes closed most of the time but when she did open them she could see that many of the ragged pirates encircling them were holding their erect penises in their hands.

Apart from the choking, sucking at the Captain's prong was less painful than the other things that had been done to her. She realised she hadn't considered what would happen when the Captain was ready to shoot his sperm. Would he withdraw? Ejaculating into her mouth? What would she do? She realised that she wouldn't have long to wait as the Captain's breathing was getting heavy. Each stroke of his penis more vigorous as she sucked and sucked. His hands grasped each side of her head and he began a grunting noise, then with a yell he pulled her head right into his pubes so that his penis was wedged down her throat and he held it there as she choked and gasped feeling the warm gobbets spurting profusely down to her stomach. The pirates cheered wildly.

Slowly Jack Morrell began to withdraw his penis but then, as the head lay along her tongue it gave one more jerk and Donna could feel and taste the warm slime. He grinned and said, "Taste and swallow you Spanish bitch." "Swallow, swallow, swallow!" echoed the pirates. Donna quickly gulped the sperm away but could not lose the salted acrid taste of the sticky mess. Captain Morrell stepped away from her, then as an afterthought stepped up close. Lick it clean, he commanded. "Lick, lick, lick!" chanted the pirates. Unwillingly she applied her tongue to his still oozing penis head as it slowly wilted down to a bow shape. Her stomach heaved at the taste and at the very thought of what she was being made to do. Thankful when he stepped away she trusted that was it was over. But she hardly had a chance to draw breath before another scruffy foul smelling penis was thrust into her face. One of the eager spectators desperate to follow his captain's example. This character sneered down at her where she was kneeling and she saw that where his left eye should be was an empty socket. "Suck it, Spanish whore," he hissed, his ugly rod striking her nose as he thrust it at her. Jack Morrell clicked his fingers to attract her attention, "And remember, any of my crew get bitten---you get the Doc's tongs. Understand?" When she made no response he yelled, "Understand?" And she nodded. "Right," he said as he turned away. "Give it to her."

Wherever this penis had been it had not been washed for many weeks. As she tentatively flicked her tongue at it she could smell urine, stale feminine juices and as the foreskin drew back she saw a layer of cheesy whiteness. Was this to go into her mouth? Even as she hesitated the pirate grabbed her head and pulled her onto his throbbing penis. Gagging and near to vomiting as the filthy thing struck the roof of her mouth, she felt and tasted on her tongue that soft cheesy in-lay---that deposit of unclean flesh. Withering inside she sucked at the ghastly organ and was almost glad when she felt the early spurt of his semen hit the back of her throat. Quickly she swallowed, then spat the dreadful penis from her mouth as it began to sag.

Three others were quick to have their own straining members deflated in her protesting mouth. All tasted the same, all blew their ghastly loads mercifully quickly. Maybe because they had been kept waiting too long. But after the third one a voice called out, "Hey, we're wasting the rest of her. There's a few holes to fill." There was a concerted yell of agreement. "Three way split. Great !" Next moment she was lifted bodily by eager hands and saw a pirate already lying naked on the table his rampant organ pointing upwards. Her bearers pulled her legs apart before depositing her onto the waiting erection, which slid easily into her overworked vagina. But even as she winced at the upward heaving of the man underneath her she became aware of another wriggling up close behind her, pushing her forward slightly until she felt his penis head probing at her rear hole. "One in the arse, me luvly," the unseen rapist whispered in her ear. Both holes being pumped at once was just unbearable. Pain, shame, fear all mingled to further distort her rum soaked thinking. Yet this was not all for a third pirate stood astride the table and poked his long, foul smelling member at her face. "Open up, ducky. Or we tell the Captain."

So this was the three way split. And all three were pounding at her with such ferocity that she feared she would be torn three ways. When they were finished there were three more to take there place. Each group seemed more frustrated than the last, more fiercely demanding, each thrust seeming to seek to impale her forever. Sperm running from every orifice, she took three at a time over and over until mercifully she passed out.

She wasn't sure how long she had been out but when she came round she was on her knees with her arms tied over her head, and her ankles braced to the deck with her legs parted. Her naked body was soaked and at first she thought it was all the sperm that had been pounded into her. Then she realised it was water. Water had been poured over her. Donna saw that she was out in the open, on the deck of a ship. But it wasn't the ship she had begun her journey on. Raising her eyes she saw the Jolly Roger flag flying from the mast. "Welcome aboard, madam. Trust you had a bit of a rest. You'll need it." And Captain Jack Morrell was standing in front of her. "We've cleaned you up a bit. You're now on the good ship Scavenger and you are the casual pastime for my crew. Anytime they're off duty they can come and----Well, Maston, show her what I mean."

Evil faced Maston stepped forward and treated her to a cocky wink before dropping his pantaloons to reveal a huge erection. He knelt down in front of her and guided his rod between her legs before thrusting violently upwards, so roughly that it lifted her knees from the deck, putting a severe strain on her strapped ankles. Cleaned up she may have been but Donna could tell from the easy passage of Maston's penis that the lubrication of gallons of sperm was saving her from too much discomfort. She bit her lips as he drove frantically upwards into her and his climax came with a rush that had her crying out in pain at the strain on her lower limbs as her body was forced upwards. Maston withdrew and moved away.

"That's how it will be for as long as you are amenable on my ship, Captain Jack Morrell said, And I may come to give you a mouthful myself. Until we find a replacement." And Donna realised that whatever life she had left was going to be as a sex slave to the filthiest band of evil men anyone could imagine. She began praying for an early end to her torment.

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