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Molly McBride Ch. 01

By: AlspethDelArbol



Oh, he was a pretty lad, he was, with dark eyes that flashed with the mysteries of the deep seas. He was dressed too fine for a common sailor, and I fancied that he must be a gent, coming down to the tavern on the wharf to get a look at the vessels as they came into port. 

"Well, I thought," as I caught his eye. "I have two vessels here that need a harbor for the night." I lifted my hands to briefly cup my ample bosom, winking at him broadly. If all went according to my plan, I would have him nestled between my thighs within the hour to take my pleasure. Then, while he slept off the effects of the rum and sex, I would lift his purse and toss him back onto the dock.

A pirate's life is a good one, I always say.

My nipples strained against the thin muslin covering my breasts and I pinched them between my fingers. He stared, seemingly mesmerized as I rolled them back and forth, back and forth. The heat pooled between my thighs and I ground my hungry cunt into the wooden bench I straddled. Maybe I'd have him twice before getting him too drunk to do aught but sleep.

Or, perhaps, why stop at two? A sturdy man such as he could surely go three or four times before sinking to half-hast.

Suddenly, I noticed he was rising and flipping a final coin to the tavern wench. I lifted my leg over the bench and rose, as well, making a great show out of smoothing my skirts and adjusting my bodice. Then, I sauntered in his direction, catching him as he was about to exit.

"Walk a girl home, love?" I cooed at him. He chuckled, a nice, deep sound and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I might," he laughed, "If you were a girl and I was sure you had a home that was on dry land."

I winked at him. "Oh, I'm a girl."

I leaned in and laid my palm flat against his smoothly shaved cheek and pressed my mouth to his ear. "Just one lift of my skirts and you'll see to that."

He smiled down at me and ran his finger across the bared tops of my breasts. "Show me," he dared. I glanced around the room. Half the men in there had already seen what I was about to expose to him, but why give the other half a free gander?

"Outside," I said.

He followed me out the tavern door, but hesitated when I made a move to the alley.

"Not there. Over here, under the window, where there is enough light to see."

And enough light to keep himself safe. Perhaps he wasn't quite as naive as he looked. Still, I stepped toward him and settled myself back against the crates and barrels at the front of the tavern. Flashing him a smile, I lifted my skirts to the tops of my thighs, showing him my bare skin and the tuft of hair that curled along my cleft. He reached out and ran a finger along my slit, crooking the end a little to tug on my clit.

"Molly McBride," he murmured. "Piratess and thief. If you're looking to rob me, I warn you. I haven't a gold coin to my name."

"A toff like you?" I laughed, not believing him. "But, that's all right, love. There are others about. Let's just have a little fun, then go back in for a drink."

"An'," I added, "If you're as poor as all that, I will buy."

He raised his eyebrows, but continued to explore between my legs. I won't deny, it made my legs quiver right down to my knees. I could feel myself opening up to him and the juices begin to wind through the soft puffs of hair that covered my mound.

"You want to be fucked, Molly McBride?" he asked conversationally. "I think first you're going to have to get me hard."

I grinned at that. If he thought he was issuing a challenge I would not take, he was sore mistaken. No one could deep throat a cock like Molly McBride. It was one of the perks of being under my command, and all my men knew that. If the captain was hungry for a taste of a man's pork, it was up to the crew to oblige her. And oblige they did. Happily. All of them.

I sank to my knees and opened his breeches. His shaft nestled there, just beginning to stiffen. I pursed my lips and directed a steady, warm stream of air from tip to base, then followed it with a gentle touch of my finger along the same route. I sensed him catch his breath and I smiled to myself. Have to get him hard, indeed. I planned on getting him so hard he'd be begging for release.

My lips hovered just a scant thumb's width from the head of his cock. His breathing seemed to grow a bit harsher as I leaned in close. A dewy drop of pre-cum slowly oozed out of the eye and glimmered in the yellow light that fell from the tavern window. I touched the gleam with the tip of my tongue and smeared it over the head of his cock.

His breath caught in his throat.

With my lips pursed, I rested my mouth at the very tip of his manhood. I kept my lips taut as I pushed against his cock with my mouth. Slowly . . . agonizingly slowly, his cock edged through the tight seal. I kept the pressure on him until the length of his shaft was buried in my throat.

My right hand eased his breeches down further so I could stroke and tug on his balls. He twined his fingers through my hair and tried to move my mouth up and down on his member, but I was determined to do it in my own time. I tightened my lips against the base and squeezed his balls in a warning until, with a groan, he released my hair. Then, and only then, did I began the lengthy journey back up the shaft, pausing at the tip to give a hard suck on the head.

Up and down my mouth moved, in slow, deliberate strokes. My right hand continued to torment his balls, while my left reached to rub his belly, pinch his nipples, grip his ass. His hips began rocking, picking up speed, which I matched with the rhythm of my lips and tongue.

Eventually, I moved my left hand to the base of his cock and began chasing my mouth up and down the shaft. His cock danced and throbbed under my expert fingers, and his sighs became gasps, then moans as he approached his peak. I gripped him firmly, squeezing and releasing as I glided my hand up and down his shaft. He bucked and murmured and then suddenly arched back, thrusting his hips forward, burying his cock deep in my throat.

I seized his cock at the base and squeezed as tightly as possible. My right-hand fingers sought for, and found, the tube through which his ejaculate would travel. I pressed against that as well, damming the pathway, forcing his cum to stay within his balls, which seemed to swell and grow feverish hot with his need to release.

He writhed and groaned against me, his curses so loud that I felt amazed no one came out of the tavern to see what the ruckus was. Or, perhaps, they knew. Many of the men in my crew had, at one time or another, been punished in just this way, and then locked into belts which would not allow them the satisfaction of relieving their urges.

I rocked back on my heels, smirking at the look on his face. "Did that make you hard enough?"

His arm shot out so fast I had no time to react. He had me whirled around, my skirts up over my hips and his cock buried in my cunt before I even knew what he was thinking.

"Oh, I'm hard," he ground out as he plunged in and out of me. He cock danced and dipped and my cunt began to cling to it as though it were a soft silken glove upon a steel hand.

He wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked my head back, pressing his lips to my exposed neck and biting it lightly. The pain intensified the pleasure and I moved against him, nipples and clit on fire with an aching need to explode. He stiffened and began to spurt into me. I writhed faster, my hand dropping to my clit to whirl against and tease the small bud so I could have my own release.

I was close, so close, when his hand dropped over mine, stilling it. My hips kept moving, and it wasn't until the cold edge of the blade dug into my neck that I realized he had shifted his weight so I was held captive.

"And now, Lady Pirate," he murmured. "Let me introduce myself. Jack Connor, Gentleman of the Seas. And I think I *will* fulfill your request to escort you back to your home."

I felt the blood in my veins turn from summer hot to winter ice in the span of a breath. Gentleman Jack. One of the youngest of our kind, and already a pirate scourge. Despite his outwardly gentlemanly demeanor, his talent for sadism made even the toughest pirate quail.

He moved so the tip of the blade dropped and lifted the bottom of my bodice, the sharp point pressed just under my ribs. "Walk," he commanded. "And tell me about my new ship as we go. I think I shall like captaining her"

He grinned. "And you, Lady Pirate. I think I shall like being your master as well."

I walked, my eyes fixed in front of me. Better to let him think he had won. Time enough later to set the young lad straight. And when I did, I planned to be far away from land.

After all, at sea, no one can hear you scream.

Molly McBride Ch. 02



A younger, softer woman might have quailed, given the situation I found myself in. But I was not as young as I once had been, and none would dare accuse me of being soft. I was Molly McBride, piratess and thief, old enough to know that captivity is only temporary, and a cool head will trump a fiery heart in any situation.

The young sailor eyed me with interest. His captain, Gentleman Jack, had charged him with watching over the prisoner. I tightened my lips at the word. Prisoner. No man held me prisoner for long. And no man lived long enough to brag about it.

Gentleman Jack, a pirate and thief in his own right, had ordered me bound to the mast. For moment, I thought he would order me stripped, too, but after seeing the look in his eyes, I surmised that he was reserving that particular pleasure for a later time and place. 

"Here she is, boys," he had proclaimed to his crew. "Molly McBride. Lady pirate of the Seas. I have examined her vessel and found it lacking. I leave it to her crew. But, I will take the lass with me"

The men jeered at me, many of them having been on the business end of my sword a time or two. "She will be bound to the mast," the captain continued. "And once we are at sea, I will decide what to do with her."

"Give her to the crew!" The suggestion came from a one-eyed man with a scraggly red bread that did little to hide his pock-marked cheeks and chin. 

"A worthy idea." The captain nodded. "But, I do not want my men infected by a poxy lass."

Oh! My blood near boiled at his words. Poxy lass indeed! I, who was fairly discerning about who dipped their quill into my inkpot! In fact, all my crew must be certified clean and free of disease before we set sail, so I could take my pleasure from them without worry.

I spat at his feet. "If I am poxed, it is because of your rotting dick," I muttered.

He made a move as if to slap my face, then halted his hand. "Bind her," he had said to the young sailor. "And beat her if she talks."

The young mate made overbold advances as he bound me to the mast. He ran his hand up and down my calves and tickled the backs of my knees before looping the rope around my ankles and affixing it to the post. He caressed the curve of my hips and squeezed my ass as he lashed a rope around my waist to secure me. After that, he ran his hands up my belly and over my breasts as he moved my wrists into place. He paused to pinch my nipples into tight points of desire before he wound the thick rope around them before looping it into a flesh-bruising knot.

He would be the second to die, right after the scurvy bastard of a captain that he served.

I tilted my head back and rested it against the wooden mast. My eyes closed briefly as I inhaled the salty scent of the air. It had often been said of me that the sea flowed through my veins, and I was certain that breathing deeply of its fragrance gave me strength.

I opened my eyes to find the young sailor's gaze fixed on my bodice. The deep breath I took had pushed my breasts up, and the rounded tops rose above the low neckline of my lace-edged top. 

I glanced to the heavens. The moon was at three-quarters, and the night sky was lit with a silver glow.

"'Twill be a long night," I murmured.

The young sailor looked at me with a curious gaze. "Eh, then?"

"A long night." I smiled. "I daresay I won't be able to sleep with myself tied up like this."

"Perhaps we can find a way to pass the time." A deep chuckle came from my left and both the young sailor and I swung our heads toward the sound. "Lieutenant!" The young sailor nodded in obsequiance. "Cap'n has captured Molly McBride."

"So I heard." The shadows of the boat hid the man's features, and I squinted, trying to identify the this man who had risen to be second-in-command under Gentleman Jack. "I saw the captain at the tavern in town. He ordered me to take charge of the prisoner until his return, probably sometime tomorrow morning."

The man chuckled again, and the sound flowed over me like the icy pellets that rain from the sky in January. Instinctively, my thighs pressed together, as if my body sensed this man could steal its essence.

"Untie her." A snap of the fingers sent the young sailor scurrying to undo his hard work. "And bring her to my cabin."

The man strode away, leaving the young sailor to fumble at the knots, loosen my bonds, then shove me across the deck and down the stairs to a private room. It amused me to note that , in his haste, he did not let his hands linger on my body. The mate knocked thrice on the wooden door. 

"Enter," came a deep voice from within.

"Here she is, Lieutenant." The mate pushed me into the dimply lit room, where I could just make out the Lieutenant's bulk on the bed. "Good work, Jenkins."

The young sailor lowered his head at the praise. When he lifted his head, he moved back toward the door, but was halted by the Lieutenant's voice.

"Strip her."

I could feel Jenkins's surprise by the way he paused for a moment before stepping toward me. He took a wary step, stopping when he was close enough for me to feel his breath on the back of my neck. His hands rested at my waist, then fluttered up to my shoulders. His earlier brazenness seemed to have fled in the presence of his superior.

"Bodice first. Show me her breasts."

Jenkins lowered my top so my breasts spilled over the neckline. His young hands cupped my flesh as he lifted them to display them to the other man.

"Pinch her nipples."

Jenkins took each nipple and rolled them back and forth between his thumbs and forefingers. He stepped a bit closer, and I could feel the bulge of his shaft brush against my bottom. As he began to tug on my sensitive peaks, a shaft of desire shot through my belly and pooled between my thighs.

"Pinch them harder." The deep voice held an undercurrent of amusement. "Tug them hard, then pull them away from her body. Twist them, make her moan."

The sailor's hands followed the Lieutenant's commands. My head dropped back against the young boy's shoulder.

"Slap her tits," came the command. "See how they jiggle as if they seek a man's attention."

Jenkin's bulge rocked against me as he obeyed his orders. He breathing grew ragged against my neck, and I wondered if he would spill his seed in his pants.

"I think she likes it, Jenkins. Remove her bodice and chemise entirely."

The sailor stripped me to the waist. His hands went back to my breasts, the left playing with a raspberry-colored bud, while the right plucked and twisted the flesh along a path that ran from collarbone to nipple. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure made me struggle for composure.

"Skirt now, Jenkins. And undergarments."

The sailor unhooked my skirt, his movements as precise as a lady's maid. He lowered the garment and helped me step out of it. Then, he tugged at the drawstring of my bloomers, until the muslin feel to my ankles in a pool of white. He laid his warm hands against my bare belly, awaiting his orders. My skin quivered at his touch, and I fought the urge to spread my legs and ask him to finger my cunny.

"The chair," the lieutenant murmured.

The young sailor led me to a chair that faced the bed where the lieutenant lay. Strain as I might, I still could not see the lieutenant's face in the half-dark. The sailor pushed me into a sitting position on the chair seat. At a command from the officer, he lifted my legs and draped them over the arms of the chair, so my cunt was opened wide. My juices weren't embarrassingly abundant but I knew they made my lips gleam in the candlelight. Thought I was unsure and curious about the lieutenant's intentions, my body responded to being naked in a room with two men.

"She needs to be more wet," the lieutenant observed. "Go to my trunk."

The sailor stepped across the room, his back blocking my view. He rummaged through the trunk at his superior's direction, and finally lifted something that met with a grunt of approval.

"Yes, use that."

The sailor held the thing in front of me. I had seen objects like this before, but had never tried one. It was a solid, smooth piece of mahogany, carved in the shape of a man's erect cock. The sailor's hand, larger than my own, could just barely circle the thing. It was only the length of his palm, but the girth made me shiver. Jenkins knelt before the chair. His silky hair brushed my inner thighs as he bent and slid the wooden phallus back and forth along my slit. Within moments, I could feel the tip sliding easily, teasing against my opening, dipping in, then moving away, circling my clit, trailing back to nudge open the cheeks of my ass. His hand reached to pinch and tug at my nipples as he drew the monstrous cock along my slit. The, without warning, he shoved it into my spread cunt, thrusting it as deep as it would go, making me arch and jerk and cry out in surprise and pain.

"Very, very nice." The lieutenant's voice held a satisfied ring. "Seat her so I can see her cunt gripping the dildo, Jenkins."

The sailor urged me up and into the new position. I knelt on the seat with my arms resting along the back of the chair and my bottom jutting out. When the phallus began sliding out, Jenkins shoved it back in with what I felt was an undue amount of force. At his officer's urging, he strapped my thighs to the arms of the chair. Then, he bound my wrists together with one end of a hemp rope. He brought the other end under the chair and up between the cheeks of my ass, then somehow secured it around my waist. The rough edges of the rope cut into my ass, and when I shifted, I could feel the prickly, uncomfortable fibers scrape along my delicate slit.

"Beautiful," the lieutenant said. "She has a nice ass on her, eh, Jenkins?"

"Aye, Sir, that she does."

"I'll bet you would like to shove your cock up that ass, eh, Jenkins?"

"Aye, Sir, I would." The sailor's voice was measured with just an undercurrent of eagerness. I could tell he was trying hard to impress the lieutenant.

"Blindfold her," the lieutenant said. "Then leave."

"Aye, Sir." This time, it was harder for the sailor to keep his voice steady, and his disappointment was clear.

"You may return in two hours time, lad. You have served me well this evening. I shall see you get your reward."

"Aye, Sir." The smile had returned to Jenkins's voice. He wound a dark piece of silk over my eyes and around my head, checking it and retying it three times before he was satisfied that I could not see. I heard his step on the wooden floor, then the snick of the door catch as he opened it and left the room. A louder click signaled that the Lieutenant had rose and locked the door.

My body tensed. I hated being blind, hated not knowing where the man was. The stillness concerned me, for I had discovered early on that the most dangerous men are the ones most in control of their actions and emotions. My ears strained for some clue as to where he was, what he was planning to do.

All was silent for several minutes. Then, my hearing registered a hissing sound just before the lash of a whip cracked over my upper thighs. My body jerked forward, my cunt clamping down of the phallus, my wrists yanking against the ropes, which then cut into my ass and cunt. Three times the whip struck me, hard enough that I could feel my skin welting before the leather had even cleared my body. The blindfold grew damp with tears from the sharp pain, and my cunt muscles ached from stretching around the phallus. Still, I did not give him the satisfaction of crying out.

A large hand seized my hair and sharply jerked it back and down, nearly breaking my neck. Warm lips pressed against my ear. Then the words which froze my blood more than the sound of his earlier chuckle.

"You don't remember me, do you, lass?"

And, suddenly, I did.

I had been right before. 'Twould be a long night.



Molly McBride Ch. 03



I was at his mercy. Bound, kneeling, to a wooden chair with a back that came just under my breasts, a rope running from my wrists, under the seat, and encircling my waist. A blindfold kept me from seeing the man behind me, but I knew his voice.

"You don't remember me, do you, lass?" His lips brushed my ear as he murmured low, and my nipples hardened, despite the rough hemp rubbing along my womanslit, despite the stinging on the backs of my thighs where his whip had welted my pale skin.

"Melchior," I whispered. I could feel his lips turn up in a smile where they grazed against the pulse on my neck.

"Indeed," he chuckled. "I daresay you thought the name 'twould never have to pass your lips again." His large hands came up to cup my breasts and he tugged and pulled at my nipples. My cunt clenched around the mahogany dildo buried deep inside its walls and my clit throbbed and pulsed against the rough hemp.

"Melchior." Despite my best efforts, his name came out as a moan, my body responding to him as he had once taught it to.

His lips slid from my neck, across my shoulder and along my arm. They traced a path downward till they clamped around my right nipple. As he suckled and licked, his hand worked the left nipple into a twisted, pulsating mass of need. My lips parted so I could draw more air into my lungs. I knew my juices soaked the rope between my legs, and I wanted him to continue his delicate torture of my body forever.

"Did you miss me, lass?" His lips tormented the sensitive nub of flesh till its throb was matched by the one between my legs.

'No." The word was choked, as if my throat could not stand the lie.

"No?" He plucked at my body like a familiar instrument, sending trills of sensation cursing through it.

"Yes," I hissed out. "Oh, God. Yes."

Suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through my body as his teeth clamped down on my nipple. I screamed at the sudden sharp sting and heard him chuckle in satisfaction.

"Is that so, my little bitch?" He stood away from me and cracked the whip against my ass, so it, too, was on fire. "Do you lead me to believe that you regret the circumstances of our parting?" My mind flashed back to that day when I held a gun to his head, forcing him to leave his own boat, the victim of a mutiny led by me.

"Nay," I sighed honestly. "Perhaps I was foolish in other things, but you needed to be removed. And, I don't regret taking the chance to lead the men."

He laugh rang through the room. "Always honest, my slut. 'Tis not many women who have the fortitude to go from Captain's whore to Captain overnight."

Not quite overnight, I amended in my mind. The mutiny had been the results of weeks of secretive talks and planning between myself and a few trusted individuals. 

"Are you going to kill me for it?"

"Kill you?" He emitted a bark of laughter. "Why would I kill such a treasure?"

His finger glided from my shoulders to my ass, along the length of my spine. Quickly, he untied the rope from around my waist and brought the length of it to my lips, stuffing the wet part of it in my mouth so I was forced to suck my own juices from the sodden hemp. The other end of the rope that I held in my mouth circled my wrists tightly. Two other lengths of hemp bound my thighs to the arms of the chair.

My cunt ached from the fibers of the rope and the pressure it had placed between my legs. Before I could shift, Melchior had grabbed my hips and placed the tip of his large rod at the opening of my ass.

"Do you still like to have all your holes plugged at once, my slut?"

I flushed as the word "yes" rose to my lips unbidden, muffled by the rope but clear enough to make him laugh.

"Then suck on the rope and think of cock while I fill your ass," he rasped, and drove his member into me in one thrust. My sex clenched around the hard wooden phallus,, my ass squirmed around his hot shaft, and my lips encased the rope and tongued it. I had the sudden sensation of being fucked senseless by three men, all of them Melchior.

As he began to move in and out of me, his hands came back to my nipples. The right one, still stinging from the bite of his teeth, was pinched and pulled until tears rushed to my eyes. I was on the verge of begging him to stop when a cool metal instrument pressed against the soft roundness of my breast. I sensed exactly what it was and shuddered as the pinchers closed tight around the delicate tip of my right breast. When he opened his hand, the weight of the instrument yanked my nipple downward, as though it would tear the thing off. I choked out a profanity against the rope and was rewarded with a barrage of sharp swats over my ass and thighs.

"The first thing I taught you, my bitch, is to make sure that when you defeat a man, he has no way of crawling back to his feet and finding you."

His was right. I should have killed him. But, it had been my first mutiny, and I had decided to show mercy to the man who had trained me in the ways of captaining a ship. And who had mastered my body.

In the future, I would not be so kind.

A second pincer teased at the skin of my left breast, moving in ever decreasing circles toward the tight nipple. I was more prepared for the pain this time, yet, when the clamps closed tightly, I still muttered the same oath and still received the same blows to my ass and upper legs. Only harder. And in greater quantity.

He rested a moment, his hands on my bare hips, probably admiring the picture I made. Bottom red from his blows, nipples clamped with dangling pincers, cunt stuffed with mahogany dildo, ass full of his thick cock. His hands moved to the bare skin of my back and he drew his nails from shoulder to waist. I fancied that I could feel the long red tracks left from his mock caress.

"Shall I let you cum tonight?" he asked. "Or, would it be better to leave you begging for more?"

He shifted and drove his cock deep into my ass again while his fingers began to thrum against my clit. A rhythm soon developed -- in with his cock, around with his fingers. Out with his cock, up and down with his fingers. Despite the throbbing pain in my nipples and the stretched muscles of my cunt, I was soon anticipating his touch and moving my hips to intensify the pleasure.

"Good girl," he grunted, sawing at my ass faster. "Little slut, hungry for her master's cock. Little bitch, on her knees, begging for his cum."

I groaned and pushed back against him. My teeth clamped down on the rope in my mouth and I tensed my muscles to increase the friction.

"God . . . damn . . . cunt . . ." He ground out each word as he shoved his meat into me. "Fuck, girl . . .going . . to cum . . "

And cum he did, spraying hot, salty seed into my ass, and then pulling out to deliver a dozen gobs on my back and thighs. His fingers diddled me as he came and soon I joined him at the peak, crying out against the rope as my body spasmed with pleasure. He grabbed the dildo and fucked me hard with it, bringing me to my peak over and over until suddenly I gave a tremendous scream, juices gushing from my quivering hole. He leaned forward onto me then, his weight pressing me against the seat and his right arm supporting me around my waist.

"Fuck," he murmured again. "You are a delicious piece."

He pulled the rope out of my mouth, and I heard it thump to the floor as he tossed it aside. My thighs were released next, and I was lifted into his arms, still blindfolded. My head dropped against his broad shoulder. I had no excuse for that, other than being too spent from my pleasure to stay upright.

He dropped me onto the soft coverlet of his bed, and then stretched out beside me. My hand splayed across his naked belly and my mind struggled to focus. I could only comprehend part of what he was saying to me. "Mutiny . . . Gentleman Jack . . . royalty of the seas." I made some sort of sound of assent and felt his hands stroking my back. Although I knew I should fight the desire, my body relaxed against him and I began to doze off. Time enough later to set him straight about our new relationship.

After all, *I* was the one with the successful mutiny under my belt. He needed me more than I needed him. Of that, I was certain. That's why I turned my face to his and sought his lips hungrily. That's why I ravaged his mouth with my tongue and let him roll me over onto my back and slide his still erect cock into my willing cunt.

A good piratess is always gracious in victory.