Princess And The Pirates

In the sheltered cove the two landing boats touched the sand at the same time, about a hundred yards apart. Although the two pirate crews had met to trade, they still regarded each other warily. The landing parties approached slowly, watching for signs of betrayal. Still, the men were reasonably confident, as confident as anyone could be when dealing with thieving scum. These two ships had met on this Caribbean island many times before, and the transactions had always been mutually satisfactory. The leaders of each party talked for a while, showed each other their wares, and agreements were reached.

Finally, the Spaniard said, "We have something else. Something we know your Captain is fond of."

"All right, let's see," answered the First Mate of the French brigand.

The Spaniard raised his hand and a crewman approached from the rowboat carrying a sack. What could this be, the Frenchman thought? Too big for treasure - maybe a hundredweight of fresh fruit? He reached the trading party and placed the sack on the ground. Untying the cord he turned it over and pulled away the dirty canvas. On the sand sat a beautiful woman of about twenty years. She was dressed in the gown of a young Spanish lady, obviously one of some wealth. She squinted in the sunlight, blinking while her eyes adjusted from the darkness of the sack.

The French pirate knew Captain Renoir would be pleased, but he hid his eagerness in order to improve his bargaining position.

"Well, I suppose she might be worth something. If your men haven't ruined her!"

"Untouched," the Spaniard assured him. "I swear we have kept her away from all the men. There were plenty of other women in the captured ship for our pleasure. This one was so fine we saved her for a trade."

Jean-Pierre knew his Captain liked them with their spirit unbroken. He preferred that happy task himself. A price was agreed upon and the men shared a drink of rum to end their trading session. Isabella Theresa Alonzo de la Vega, beautiful young Spanish noblewoman, was now the property of the French pirate ship "The Golden Sword".

Back at the ship the French Captain greeted the precious cargo with appreciation. She stood on the deck, averting her eyes as he walked around her and took in her lovely features. As he moved, his gold earring sparkled in the sunlight. She was petite, no more than a couple of inches over five feet, with a slender waist, ample breasts and full hips. The young aristocrat seemed tiny next to the hulking pirates.

"This one is very special. I shall keep her in my cabin," he said to his First Mate.

Suddenly the beauty looked up at the Captain, defiance flashing in her dark eyes.

"Never!" she spat. "I will never give myself to you, pig!"

"Wonderful!" The Captain grinned. "Filled with Spanish spirit, like a true thoroughbred!"

"Pig! Dog!" she yelled at him. "The King will hang you all!"

A burst of laughter from the crew told her that these men did not fear the Spanish crown.

"You do not wish to be my personal companion?" mocked the Captain. He was handsome in a rough way, with long hair and a goatee beard.

Her cold stare was his answer.

"Fine. But I assure you that by the time we are finished you will beg me to take you."

"Never! I will die first!"

"That will not be necessary. You will change your mind long before that."

Although she was outwardly defiant, her confidence was beginning to waiver. What torture did he have in mind for her? Would they whip her? She had never suffered real hardship, and could only hope her resolve would remain unbroken. Educated in a convent, she had been raised with images of martyrs suffering horrible tortures for their faith. Since she was a girl she had imagined that if called upon to do so, she too would remain faithful to the end. She was determined to endure any torture for her virtue. But there was one more possibility.

"The king will pay handsomely for my safe return," she said, trying to keep a note of pleading out of her voice.

Captain Renoir laughed, shattering her last hope. "I have a ship full of treasure. Ransom means nothing to me. You are the treasure I seek."

He stepped back and the First Mate came forward. Grabbing her slender wrists he quickly tied a piece of rope around them and secured it to a black iron ring above her head on the mast. The crew was silent as they stared at the bound woman. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut as she avoided their hungry gazes. The Mate pulled a dagger from his belt and began to cut her elegant brocade gown away from her trembling body. In minutes she stood before them in her corset and pantaloons, shame flushing her face crimson. The mounds of her generous bosom bulged from the tight corset. Reaching to her head he pulled out the ivory comb that held her long black hair in a knot. The radiant tresses tumble free, shiny and thick.

With both her hands bound to a single ring, the Mate easily turned her around so her face was to the mast. The crew looked at her straight back, criss-crossed with the laces of her corset. The Mate pulled his cutlass and slowly, gently inserted the sharp blade up her back under the tight laces. As the cold steel slid along her smooth skin she shuddered and a soft whimper escaped her throat. With a single jerk of his arm the razor-sharp sword sliced through the laces and her corset fell to the deck. She was bare from the waist up; her perfect smooth back exposed to the crew.

What now? she thought. Is he going to whip me? If he does I will not cry out. Holy Mary please give me strength! She was grateful that her back was to the men, hiding her bare breasts.

But even that small consolation was short-lived. The Mate grabbed her arm and spun her around, and suddenly she was facing the evil pirate crew, her perfect, proud breasts completely exposed to their stares. She heard gasps of appreciation from within the crowd, but she kept her eyes clenched shut, unable to look at them. Against her will, her smooth pink areolas had begun to pucker, and her nipples were hardening.

Oh, God, no, she thought. Don't let them see my nipples getting hard! It's just the cool air, she lied to herself.

The Mate looked down at the snowy mounds of flesh and grinned.

"What's this?" the Captain mocked. "Her nipples are getting hard. Is it possible our proud beauty is actually becoming aroused?"

With that he reached out and grasped one of the sensitive nubs between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped, and her knees sagged, pulling on the rope securing her wrists to the iron ring. He rolled the tip of her breast between his fingers, as if judging a piece of fine silk.

"Bring the brazier," he ordered. "And put the branding irons in the coals."

Her eyes shot open wide at the words, and she was looking directly into the cruel eyes of the Captain.

Oh, Jesus, no. They can't do that, please don't let them do that!

"That will be for later, my dear. If it is necessary." His threat gave her hope that she could avoid the searing pain of the branding iron.

Now the Mate took out his dagger again and began to slice away her pantaloons. The final piece of her dignity would soon be gone. As he yanked away the shreds of white linen her ivory thighs were bared. She squeezed her knees tightly together, hoping to protect her sex. The men stared at the silken fur of her mound, many beginning to breathe more rapidly. The gorgeous captive, bound and completely naked before them except for her high-heeled shoes, was a profoundly stimulating sight.

Captain Renoir reached down and forced his hand between her thighs. Though she pressed them together with all her might, he pushed them open as easily as parting a silken curtain. She was trembling like a frightened bird, but whether from fear or from arousal he couldn't tell. He knew that once in a great while they were fortunate enough to acquire a female captive who was unable to keep from becoming aroused by her captivity. Years of sheltered denial and thoughts of suffering martyrs sometimes produced a woman who secretly craved the humiliation of being sexually tormented in front of the crew. And if this was such a woman, she was certainly the most beautiful one he had seen. The final proof was only inches away.

Sliding his hand up the silken skin of her inner thigh, he approached her sex. She was whimpering now, pleading with him.

"Please, no. Oh please don't! I beg you, sir, have mercy. I am a virgin."

He ignored her pleas, and his rough hand reached the junction of her thighs. He cupped her sex and she cried out. He pressed, and his finger slipped along the tight furrow. He had his proof. The haughty Spanish virgin was betrayed by the soaking wetness of her cleft.

Withdrawing his hand, still staring into her eyes, he reached back and held his hand up for them to see. As the men saw the dew on his fingers glistening in the Caribbean sunlight, a mighty cheer rose from the pirate crew.

Tears rolled down the cheeks of the vanquished beauty and fell onto the glistening swells of her naked breasts.

The First Mate untied her hands from the ring and lifted her easily, carrying her to a nearby hatch cover that could serve as a platform. Placing the squirming young woman on the surface he gestured to several crew to grab her wrists and ankles and hold her down. They pulled her legs apart, revealing her glistening slit to the staring pirates. Her sex was covered with fine silky dark hair, and the tight crack was shiny with her juices.

Hanging from his belt was a leather pouch and a long wide leather strap. He withdrew an ivory-handled razor from the pouch and opened the blade. With expert strokes he sharpened the blade on the strap. When the captive girl heard the sound she looked up, saw the blade sparkling in the sun and gasped,

"Dear Jesus, what are you going to do?"

Jean-Pierre bent over the girl and pinched a clump of her pubic fur in his thumb and forefinger.

"Don't move, my dear, or you may get cut."

Isabella froze in fear as her used the razor to slice away the clump of hair. He continued to cut away her hair until her mound and pussy lips were covered only by short stubble. He then sharpened the blade on the strap again and reached for a shaving mug and brush. Whipping up a lather he spread it over her virgin pussy, taking extra time to stroke the soft brush up and down her slit. A barely audible moan escaped her lips. He then used the razor to expertly shave the last of the pubic hair from the darling girl. Wiping away the last of the lather with some shreds of her pantaloons, he stepped back to admire his work. Her beautiful young pussy was completely bare and smooth. Her sex was fully exposed to the stares of the men, without even her hair to provide modesty.

Jean-Pierre gestured to one of the crew, who then carried over a device like a wooden sawhorse used by the ship's carpenter. On this one, however, the long bar that connected the legs was covered in padded leather. They lifted the shaved girl and lowered her onto the device lengthwise, so that she was straddling the bar. Her feet just reached the ground, so that she was forced to stand on her toes in her high-heeled shoes. This raised her bottom so that it was high in the air and her back was arched like a cat. Her firm breasts hung down on either side of the bar. He grasped her wrists and tied each one to a wooden leg. Her tear-stained cheek rested on the leather-covered bar. The pirate then lifted the frame with the bound beauty and positioned it so that her raised behind was facing the gathered crew. Sounds of whimpering were heard as she protested weakly.

The Captain ran his hands over her perfect ass-cheeks, and he felt a shudder pass through her body. Gently he pulled the globes apart, opening her up to the stares of the lusting pirate crew. He pulled harder, and the lips of her hairless virgin sex parted to reveal the glistening furrow within. It was soaking wet, filled with the copious flow from her aroused pussy.

"Take a good look, men. Our little beauty may protest, but her pussy tells the truth!"

"No, please! I can't help it! I don't want you to touch me. Please don't, I beg you, please let me be!" She twisted her head, and was able to look back at the crew. When she saw the hungry stares of more than a score of ruthless men she groaned in shame and defeat. Her most private secret place was opened to their gazes, and they could see that she was dripping wet. The inner membranes glistened, and they could see the delicate little bump of her sweet clit, sheltered in its pink hood. The entrance to her vagina was spread open, the hole barely protected by the fragile petal of her virgin hymen. As the pathetic moan escaped her full, red lips, they saw a trickle of her cream escape the secret depths of her vagina and run down the exposed flesh to drip from her twitching clit.

Captain Renoir reached for the shimmering droplet as it hung from her open pussy and caught it on his finger. He then lightly touched the wet flesh and slid his finger up the furrow, spreading the slippery juice over her hairless lips. No man had ever touched her there, and she could not stop the low moan that issued from deep in her heaving chest. He slid around in the wetness, brushing over her tiny pee-hole and finally touching her screaming clit. Her whole body jerked as if shocked when he touched her clit, and she groaned again. His finger skated over the virgin pussy-hole, and then spread the wetness up to the tiny crinkled bud of her asshole. A sudden gasp from the lovely virgin testified to the shock and surprise she felt at having him touch her rear hole.

"Oh, no, sir! I beg you, you must not touch me there!" she cried.

Renoir ignored her pleas and gently ran his finger back and forth from her tiny anus to her twitching clit, spreading her sweet pussy flow along her slit and between her rounded ass-cheeks. Her pussy had become swollen and red, the lips parting wide and the inner petals blossoming open. A ribbon of feminine secretion ran from her tight hole, over her throbbing clit and collected in a viscous puddle on the leather of the bondage device. He dipped his finger in the puddle and carried the juice up to her tiny, tight anal pucker. He deposited it on the crinkled rosebud, and repeated the process several times, until her asshole was thickly coated with her pussy cream. He then rubbed his thick finger against the clenched opening, causing her to moan and cry out. He pressed forward, but her ass was too tight to admit his finger. He rubbed her slit some more, prodding and pummeling her tiny clitoris to arouse her and relax her ass. She was moaning continuously now, unable to hide her growing passion. Once more her pressed his finger against her asshole, and this time it slowly began to yield, the tip of his finger entering her darkest nether opening.

"Nopleasenot thereit is a sinoooohhhhhhaahhhhhhhhplease stopmmmmmmmmoohhh YES!NONOI MEAN NOOOO!!!"

Slowly his finger slid in, aided by the lubrication of her own juices. He waited for her anal muscles to relax, and then slid more of his finger up her tight ass. Finally her snug ass tunnel was squeezing several inches of his finger. He started to move it out, causing her to cry out, then slid it back in. As her tiny anus began to adjust to the intrusion, he sawed the finger in and out in a steady rhythm, finger-fucking the captive virgin beauty in the ass. She continued moaning, getting louder and no longer caring who could hear. Suddenly her hips began to move in little circles. She shoved back on the finger, using her toes for leverage.

"By the balls of Satan," exclaimed one pirate, "she likes it!"

"Look at the little harlot fuck back!"

"NONONOit's not my fault! I can't help it! Please stop, please!" she cried. But all the while that she was protesting, she was rotating her hips and shoving her ass back to meet the invading finger. Renoir rubbed his finger along the slick, smooth lining of her rectum, electrifying her nervous system. With his other hand he reached for a hanging breast and pinched the long hard nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling on the breast tip.

He withdrew his finger, and the bound captive girl wiggled her ass to urge him back. Little whimpering pleas escaped her full red lips. But he did not neglect her for long, as his fingers returned to stroke her hairless open pussy lips, rubbing the juice along her crack and probing the entrance to her virgin pussy. He pressed against the fragile membrane that guarded her virtue, but by now she was so aroused that she no longer feared the loss of her precious maidenhead. To distract her, he pinched her nipple harder and twisted her breast tip, and as the crew of brutal pirates watched intently, Captain Renoir quickly thrust his finger forward, deflowering the sweet princess in an instant. She let out a sudden gasp as the moment of pain got her attention, but it passed quickly as her uncontrollable lust washed over her. His thick finger was inside her virgin tunnel, and she loved the sensation. He twisted it around, loosening her up and stimulating the young woman. For a brief instant she realized that she was no longer a virgin, but she had ceased to care some time ago. She was so aroused by her helplessness, by her naked exposure to the stares of these evil men, that she only wanted to be used and degraded.

While he finger-fucked the bound virgin, he loosened his pants with the other hand. As the Captain moved to her head he nodded to another pirate, Jacques, who took over fingering the girl's heated slit. Renoir withdrew his large erect cock and held it in front of her face, and her eyes widened at the site. She had never seen a man's penis before, erect or not. Although she had imagined it, this was many times larger than anything she had dreamt of. She stared, mesmerized by the pulsating organ. Clear fluid was leaking from the hole, dripping off the end and collecting around the collar of his foreskin. Rather than be sickened by the sight, she was fascinated by it. She found herself wondering what it would taste like, how it would feel in her mouth.

"My God, what is wrong with me? Have I become a whore?" she thought. Realizing that she would never return to her life as a princess, that she was going to be used in every filthy way by these outlaws and would become the crew's woman, she thought that in a sense she was a whore now. And aren't whores woman who enjoy carnal pleasures, who yearn for a man's hard organ? This is what she had been taught by the nuns. The very hopelessness of her situation added to her arousal. The fact that she had no choice, that this was being forced on her somehow gave her the freedom to surrender to her lust. Unable to stop herself, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, reaching for the dripping organ. She heard laughs of derision from the crew.

"Look, the little slut wants his cock!"

"She wants to suck it, the whore!"

"Captain, give the wench what she wants! Stick it in her mouth!"

Renoir moved closer, so that his cock was inches from the straining tongue. He let her have just a quick lick and pulled away. The brief taste of musky man meat was like a drug to the innocent girl. The taste of his pre-cum assaulted her tongue and she thrust it out and wiggled it, begging for more. He continued to tease her, letting her taste it and then pulling away. Meanwhile her pussy was melting around the other man's finger, and she finally snapped, losing all control.

"Please, I beg of you, sir! Put it in my mouth. Let me suck it, let me taste your member!"

"You mean my cock? Then say it! Beg me to FUCK you in the mouth with my COCK!"

"Please, I cannot. I have never said such words! Just let me, please!"

"Sorry, my dear, not unless you ask the right way!"

A moment passed while she resisted, but it was useless. Finally she cried out,
"Yes, all right! I can't stand it! Please fuck my mouth with your cock! There I've said it! Cock…cock…fuck…fuck...fuck my mouth! Shove that big hot cock in my mouth and let me suck it!"

He responded by doing just what she asked. He shoved his hard dick into the girl's open mouth. Her lips closed around the head, and her tongue frantically licked the pre-cum from under the collar of his gathered foreskin. She was surprised by how hot and silky it felt in her mouth, and she wanted to touch it with her fingers, to feel his ball sack hanging below, to pump the shaft. But her hands were still bound to the torture device, and he thrust in and out, fucking her mouth. The pirate seemed to read her mind, because just then he took out his big knife and cut the ropes holding her wrists. With her hands free she grasped the big rod, stroking it and pumping the shaft while the leaking head filled her mouth. Pirate pre-cum and her own saliva dripped from her lips and down her chin.

"By Davy Jones, she's a natural-born cocksucker!" exclaimed one pirate.

Isabella sucked frantically, drunk with the musky flavor of hot prick and cock juice. Captain Renoir pulled his dick out of her sucking mouth and Jacques pulled his finger from her tight virgin pussy so the Captain could bestow the first fuck upon the lust-crazed princess. Suddenly empty at both ends, she whined and pleaded,

"No…no…please…don't leave me! I need you in me, fill me, please!"

Then she felt the Captain rub his cock along her gushing hairless pussy crease. At first she thought it was his finger again, and she moaned in pleasure as the probe bumped over her raw clit several times. But she became aware that whatever was the source of the delicious friction was larger than his finger, and she realized it must be his manhood just as he pressed it against the virgin opening. She held her breath as he pushed forward, her tiny orifice resisting the rude intrusion. But he pressed harder, and slowly the enormous head began to stretch the tight pussy. The hole expanded until the wide rim of Renoir's throbbing dickhead popped inside the whimpering girl's untouched vaginal canal.

"Oh...OH MY!…oh sweet lord! Holy Mary Mother of God!" the devout young princess was babbling and praying as the massive instrument entered her body a millimeter at a time. He moved steadily forward until her snug vagina was filled with hard pirate dick. Then he stopped and waited for her pussy to adjust to the intrusion. But pussies are made to take cocks, and Isabella's was no exception. Slowly the tight canal expanded and Renoir began to slide out a few centimeters, then back in. His strokes got longer, and almost imperceptibly Isabella began to push back to meet his thrusts. With each stroke she let out a tiny moan, and he soon was sliding the full length of his rock hard fuck-stick into the hot girl's trembling body. She was now shoving back hard, trying to get him as deep as possible. The big purple head of his dick was bumping against her virgin cervix and the feeling made her even crazier with lust.

Jacques had been pumping his engorged prick, and now he was ready to use her mouth. He moved closer and she opened her lips without hesitation as he slid into her hot oral cavity. The virgin princess was now filled with cock at both ends while the pirate crew looked on. Most of them had their pricks out and were stroking them while they watched. Renoir placed his hands on Isabella's perfect firm round ass cheeks and spread them open, exposing her puckered asshole and giving the men a clear view of his juice-covered dick stretching her pussy. With each thrust the young woman's glistening labia pushed in, and with each outstroke the tight flesh pulled out, clinging to his fat cock.

Unable to resist any longer, the men gathered around the once-proud princess. Rough hands were all over her silken body, feeling her big breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking her ass, even probing her hairless puckered anus. She loved it. Wild with repressed fuck-need and masochistic lust, she reveled in her degradation.

Jacques was now close to cumming, and the innocent girl was in for a new surprise. His thrusts into her sucking mouth became faster, but she had no clue as to what was about to happen. Suddenly she felt his already huge member expand, further stretching her lips. Then he thrust forward into her wet mouth and froze, and a thick bolt of hot pirate cum shot from his dickhead and filled her throat. The smell of hot sperm filled her nostrils as the puzzled sweetheart realized that this must be his seed. Her lips were stretched so closely around the massive cock that it formed a tight seal and none of the hot slime could escape. She had no choice but to swallow as the hot juice poured from his dick. To her surprise she loved the taste, and gulped it down eagerly. Jacques pulled his spurting dick from her mouth, thick cum pouring from her lips. He pumped his cock, and she stared wide-eyed as the tiny slit opened and another rope of white jizz shot from the end of his penis and into her open lips. She was thrilled at being able to watch the seed shoot from his prick and still have it in her mouth so she could gulp it down. Another spurt landed on her lips, and another across her delicate nose and soft cheek. A seemingly endless supply of jizz shot from his big cock and splattered the lovely face of the innocent princess. Whatever landed in her mouth she swallowed, but much of it covered her aristocratic features, dripping from her nose, lips and chin.

While Jacques was still cumming, another of the pirates who had been pumping his dick and feeling her tits also began to cum. He aimed at her face, and suddenly two big hard dicks were shooting jizz on her face and into her mouth. She didn't even flinch, she just held her lips open and swallowed the mixed sperm as it coated her tongue and filled her mouth.

The Captain was ready for something else, so when the men finished cumming on the girl's pretty face he pulled out of her pussy. Cum sprayed from her mouth as she blubbered through sperm-covered lips,

"No, don't! Please don't stop! I want you in me!"

Ignoring her pleas he used his knife to cut the ropes that still bound her ankles to the bondage frame, and lifted her off. He carried her as if she were weightless over to the raised hatch cover where she had been shaved. Someone had covered it with a pile of blankets to make a softer surface, and as he dropped the whimpering princess on top her large firm breasts jiggled and swayed. He pushed her legs apart, but he didn't need to force them. She spread her legs open eagerly, waiting for him to re-enter her dilated pussy. Her shaved crotch was covered with a combination of her own juice and pirate pre-cum. She was wet from her belly to the middle of her glistening thighs. Her face was covered with jizz, and she was using her fingers to push the gobs of cum from her cheeks into her mouth, sucking the musky juice from her fingers and swallowing it. She thrust one sperm-covered hand down to her spread pussy and rubbed at her inflamed clit button.

Men surrounded her, some holding her wrists, while others held her ankles and pulled her legs back. This raised her ass, displaying her wet pussy and tiny asshole. Renoir positioned himself at her raised crotch, smacking her open pussy with his long hard on, torturing the hopelessly aroused darling girl. He slid the cock along her crack from her clit to her asshole, up and down until she was begging.

"Please don't make me wait, put it in! Fuck me, please! I want you in me…please, in me!"

He stopped sliding around in her open crotch, and she thought finally he would fuck her. But she was puzzled because the head of his dick was resting at her back hole, not her pussy hole. Had he made a mistake? Surely he couldn't intend to…!?

"OH GOD NO!! You can't! STOP! IT WON'T FIT!"

But he had already begun to push his big cock into her ass. She shrieked and tried to pull free, but the men held her tightly as he forced his cock into her tiny virgin rectum. When she felt it slide into her behind she had held her breath, expecting to be torn open. But the finger-fucking he had done earlier had loosened her sphincter, and because of that and the copious quantity of juice that had run from her pussy and into her ass crack, his dick entered her ass with less trouble than it might have. As when he fucked her pussy, he held still and waited for the flesh to stretch and accommodate his girth. When she realized she was not going to be torn open, she began to breathe again. The pain was intense at first, but slowly her ass tunnel relaxed and the pain was replaced with a full feeling. Now he began to move, slowly at first. She noticed that it was not hurting at all now; in fact there was a strange stimulating feeling. It was different than the feeling when he had fucked her pussy, but not bad. The men stopped holding her, and she put her hands behind her knees and held her own legs back. Tentatively she began to push back as his strokes became steady.

"Oh God", she thought, "I'm being fucked in my bottom in front of a crew of filthy pirates!" This thought was actually stimulating to her and she became more aroused as he picked up his pace and started to saw in and out of her packed bottom. "Oh sweet Jesus," she thought, "I like it! God help me I like it!"

Out loud she began to gasp out encouragement,

"Oh, yes! Do it! Fuck my tight ass! Fuck me hard!"

Renoir was fucking her hard, using the beautiful girl's ass like a pussy. He began to cum, and his cock swelled and shot a huge wad of steaming hot cum into her ass tunnel. She screamed,

"Oh God, yes! Shoot that hot seed into my ass! Fuck me like a whore!"

He pulled out and held his squirting dick at the entrance to her ass. The hole was stretched open, gaping wide and unable to close. The men stared in disbelief as he pumped the open pit full of white-hot jizz.

"Yes!" screamed the sweet girl, "Fill me…fill my ass with your seed!"

He shoved his cock back into her wide-open ass, fucking her jizz-filled tunnel.

"My mouth…put it in my mouth! I want to taste it!"

She already knew she loved the taste of male seed, now she wanted it from her ass. He obliged by pulling out of her rectum. His dick was still erect, but shrunken just enough so that the foreskin had slipped halfway over the cockhead. His prick was covered in the cum from her ass, with a large quantity trapped under the foreskin. She dropped her legs and he moved to her head, shoving the dripping organ at her face. She grasped the base and hungrily licked it all over, gathering the jizz on her tongue and swallowing noisily. She concentrated on his foreskin, licking around the loose collar of skin and working her tongue under the rim to suck up the trapped jizz. It had the same wonderful scent of maleness as before, but with the wicked taste of her own ass added. She had surrendered completely to the most depraved lust, and wanted more.

She spat out the now clean cock and gasped,

"More. I want more! Do anything you want to me, just give me more!"

The men lifted her up as one of the pirates lay down on his back, his erection sticking straight up. They placed her on top of him and he grabbed his cock and held it at her pussy as they lowered her down onto it. She immediately began to hump wildly, fucking herself on his dick. But when he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly so that she couldn't move she was puzzled. Suddenly she felt someone behind her, and she realized what he was doing. The pirate behind her placed his cock at her asshole and thrust into her wide-stretched ass easily in one move. She now had two big cocks in her body at once, plunging into her pussy and lubricated ass. She could feel the thin wall of flesh that separated the two erect dicks being rubbed between them. Her whole lower body felt stuffed, and she loved it, wiggling and thrusting back. She sat up straight to see three men in front of her, their hard cocks standing at attention. She grasped one in each hand and looked at the cock in the middle. The man was a jet black African, and she eagerly plunged her mouth over his enormous cock, the girth stretching her red lips to the limit. A few hours ago she had been an innocent virgin princess, and now here she was on the deck of a pirate ship with three cocks inside her body and one in each hand, being fucked like a seasoned harlot while slurping and sucking like mad on a black cock.

The idea was too much for the innocent girl, and she felt a sensation she had never experienced. It was her approaching orgasm, and it hit her completely by surprise. She thought she might be dying as she began convulsing and spasming. The black cock was wrenched from her mouth, and her eyes rolled back in her head as sperm and saliva drooled from her lips. The rough crew found this amusing, and they laughed and made derisive comments as she shook and trembled in her first orgasm ever.

"Look, the harlot spends!"

"What a cunt!"

"Cum, you whore, cum!"

She dimly realized this was yet another wonderful thing she had not known, and she continued humping the cocks inside her, drawing out the wonderful spasms. Her orgasmic writhing caused her vaginal muscles to squeeze and milk the big cock inside her and brought off the man in her pussy. It was the first load of male seed to bathe the walls of her tender vagina. As the hot liquid injection filled her channel and blasted her cervix, it brought her over the edge of another wracking spend.

"By the cock of the devil, the bitch is cumming again!"

She still had a cock in each hand, jerking the purple rods while holding onto them for support. She felt them both begin to jerk, and she opened her eyes in time to see thick streamers of cum fly from the dickheads and hit her in the face. She opened her mouth wide, eager to catch the foul juice on her tongue. It filled her mouth and she swallowed in big gulps, not wanting to lose any of the precious fluid. Much of it missed her mouth and draped her face with white streamers. The African now shoved his massive black cock back into the defiled princess's dripping mouth and discharged his colossal balls directly into her throat. The liquid load filled her gullet faster than she could swallow, and with her stretched lips sealed around the coal-black shaft the fluid backed up into her nasal passages and ran from her nostrils. She pulled her head off his spewing prick to avoid drowning in the black man's sperm and the remainder of his load spurted onto her face. As she gasped for air, the pirate implanted in her ass shot his seed into her guts, the hot liquid searing the delicate tissues of her rectal passage.

They pulled their softening cocks from the young noblewoman's forever-stretched passages and placed the sperm-drenched aristocrat on her back on the blankets. The pirates gathered around her, holding her wrists and ankles so that she could not move. She was still burning with fuck-need, her spread crotch running with sperm and her own vaginal fluids. Their cruel faces stared down at her and she wondered what they were going to do to her next. She wanted them to use her in the vilest ways possible; she knew she deserved to be degraded and defiled for her evil lust. She looked up and saw Captain Renoir looking down at her. He took a piece of her ruined gown and used it to wipe some of the cum off her breasts. She thought perhaps he was being kind by trying to clean her up. His hand felt between her legs and rubbed at her inflamed clitoris. She whimpered at the stimulation, trying to hump her hips up to meet the invading fingers. As he rubbed her clit he called to Jacques,

"Bring me the needles, Jacques, the little slave is ready for her piercing!"

"No, please, don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want!"

The Captain laughed, "Of course you will. You have already revealed yourself to be a lusty whore. But you cannot be a member of the crew unless you are pierced."

"My ears are already pierced, sir. I will wear rings in my ears as you wish."

"Quiet, slut. I will tell you what you will wear."

Isabella looked around at the men and saw they all had pierced ears with gold hoops, some with several in one ear. Perhaps he intended to create additional piercings in her ears.

Jacques handed the Captain several needles about four inches long. They were sharp and thick, used for sewing the heavy canvas sailcloth. He held one close to her face, her eyes widened with fear. With a sense of horror she realized that she was also feeling aroused. How was it possible that she was stimulated by the idea of being pierced in front of the evil pirate crew?

"Dear God," she thought, "is there no end to my depravity? Truly I deserve to suffer for my sins!"

Her guilty thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Renoir cupped one of her large breasts in his hand, and pinched the nipple between his fingers.

"Oh, no! Not that, not my breast! Please, please, don't!"

"Hold her tight! Keep her legs spread so we can see how her pussy reacts to the piercing!"

Her shaved crotch was spread wide. The lips were open and puffy from her arousal and the fucking she had received. Her precious clit was red and swollen, protruding from its little hood for all the pirates to see. He squeezed the flesh of her breast tip in his fingers and pulled it away from her body, stretching the nipple and areola. The sweet captive stared in horror at his hands, unable to look away as the large needle came closer to the delicate pink flesh of her bosom. She jerked when the sharp point pricked her silken skin at the base of her nipple, but they held her down and she could not move. The Captain pressed the needle slowly into her flesh, prolonging the torture. The skin broke, and the needle moved inexorably deeper, burrowing through her breast tip. She screamed and struggled, but to no avail. A single drop of her noble blood ran down the swell of her generous breast and onto her belly as the point of the needle came out the other side of her flesh. He slid the needle back and forth, enlarging the hole. The pain was intense, and she screamed into the Caribbean sky. Suddenly she was seized with a convulsion, and the men watched in awe as the delicate princess had an orgasm in front of them from the nipple piercing. They watched her erect clit twitching rhythmically between her swollen labia and saw sweet juice squirt from her pussy and drench her thighs.

"Goddamn, the wench is cumming from the piercing!"

Captain Renoir pulled the needle out of the nipple and inserted a gold ring into the fresh hole. He moved it around in the tiny orifice and pulled on it, stretching the beauty's breast flesh. The cruel Captain reached between her spread legs and shoved a finger into her pussy, stirring it around and coating it with her abundant juice. Then he rubbed the sticky fluid on her other nipple before stretching it away from her chest and thrusting the needle straight through the flesh in one sudden move. Unbelievably the abused princess instantly had yet another wrenching orgasm. He inserted a gold hoop into this nipple also. Then he took his erect prick in his hand and moved between her legs. He shoved it deep into the sobbing girl's still-cumming pussy in one thrust. It filled her channel and stretched the sweetheart's pussy lips like tight bands around the shaft. She felt as though his cock was filling her up to her chest. As he plunged in and out of her body her engorged clitoris, still twitching from her orgasm, rubbed along the shaft. He reached for the rings in her bruised nipples and pulled on them, stretching her taught flesh and causing more pain. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deeper into her screaming pussy, arching her back and convulsing in a massive continuous orgasm. As she flung her head from side to side she opened her eyes and saw the faces of the crew staring in disbelief. Never had they seen any woman get such pleasure from all manner of degradation and abuse, let alone a princess!
Captain Renoir began to cum, shooting his prodigious load of hot seed into the precious girl's squeezing fuck-channel and filling her innocent womb with jizz. He pulled out, his giant cock covered in mixed sperm and girl-juice. He brought it to her face, slimy strings hanging from the twitching tool. She looked at the Captain's dripping pole and a deep moan escaped her throat as she grabbed the shaft in her slender fingers and shoved the head into her mouth. She sucked hard, and was rewarded with a few more spurts of cum on her tongue. She swallowed these gratefully then licked all the slime from her master's cock and swallowed that too. She lifted the heavy rod and placed her pink princess tongue on his hanging balls, lapping at his scrotum and bathing the hairy sac with her saliva.

As she licked the Captain's balls another pirate shoved his cock in her leaking pussy and quickly added another load of cum to her collection. Now the crew descended on her and she was used in every hole repeatedly. She continued to have orgasm after orgasm, especially in response to being triple-fucked. Having a cock in her pussy, her ass, and her sucking mouth all at once was an endless source of excitement for her. Hours later, when they had finished with her, she lay on the blankets drenched in sperm. Her lovely long black hair was a tangled mess, soaked and matted with jizz. Her belly was full with the huge quantity of pirate sperm that she had hungrily swallowed, and it ran in a steady flow from her pussy and ass. The tips of her breasts were swollen and bruised from the men pulling on the rings in her freshly pierced nipples. She was slipping around in a vast pool of pirate jizz that had run off her body and collected beneath her. With a gesture from the Captain one of the men threw a bucket of seawater over her as Renoir ordered,

"Clean her up and bring her to my cabin!"

One week later, a lone figure stood on the deck of The Golden Sword dressed in a red silk blouse, leather boots over the legs of her black pants, and a golden sash around her slender waist. Her hair was held in place by the ivory comb she had worn the day she came aboard. As she looked out over the blue Caribbean Sea her hand absently touched her breasts through her blouse. The soreness was gone now and she smiled slightly as she felt the golden rings and remembered her initiation as the Captain's woman. Her life of luxury and boredom as a Spanish Princess was gone forever, replaced by a world of adventure and lust as a Pirate Queen! Renoir came up beside her and put his arm around her shoulder and she knew she had never been so happy in all her life!