0 comments/ 8845 views/ 1 favorites The Captain Ch. 1 By: Quintius_Fabius Franco Rinaldi woke up in his seat and looked out the window. He had dozed off for almost an hour, and the airplane had already started its descent. He turned towards the other passengers and met Rossi's eyes. The young corporal was grinning: "Did you sleep well, Captain? Shall I call a flight attendant and get you a cappuccino and a slice of cake or would you rather have a stiff drink, since it's almost 5 PM?" He mouthed the words "joker" and "moron" and Rossi read his lips and shut up. Discipline was all shot to hell by then, of course. They were on a domestic civilian flight from Catania to Rome, and they were both on leave, even if they were still wearing their desert camouflage fatigues. Just two guys in a crowd of travelers. In the morning they had boarded an army transport plane from an Iraqi military airport and reached their base in Sicily before lunch. Franco was a Carabinieri captain. He had joined the Italian military police when he was little more than a boy, and that had been his life since that moment. Two years earlier his unit had been deployed to Nassiriya, in southern Iraq. He was coming back home after his third six-month tour of duty, this one mostly spent in training new Iraqi police recruits. It was the last leg of his journey and he was totally relaxed after the nap, looking forward to his evening with the keenest pleasure. Elisa would be at the airport to meet him and soon he'd be alone with her after too long a time spent in the company of other men. After landing he waved to Rossi and to the other soldiers further down the aisle, grabbed his carry-on bag and went out in the warm late-afternoon sunshine. Elisa's red Fiat was parked next to the airport service vehicles. He had given her two full-access passes, one for herself and the second for the car, and apparently she could get through security without a problem. She came out smiling but didn't run towards him. He walked to her, caught her right hand in his left and kissed her cheeks briefly. An officer should keep his composure in public. "Would you like to drive?" she said. "Not really. I'll have time tomorrow for that, when you are in the office." Elisa sat behind the wheel and started the car. She was wearing a simple white dress. Her skin was slightly tanned and smelled of body cream. It was mid June and she had sandals on her bare feet. Just by looking at her, Franco began to forget the sunburned faces, the parched lips, the blinding sandstorms and the constant smell of sewage of Iraqi towns. This wasn't a war zone. Elisa drew up at a secondary gate manned by four Carabinieri in light-blue summer uniforms. The noncom in charge of the detail raised his hand to the cap and saluted, as a soldier rushed to lift the barrier. "Welcome back home, Captain. Have a pleasant stay." Elisa remained silent for a while. She knew better than inquiring about the situation in Nassiriya and Franco's work there, she was content with having him in the passenger seat, all in one piece. "Antonella and Chiara will stop by to say hello later. They really want to see you, are so curious about you that I couldn't say no to them. You never want to meet my friends so this time I forgot to ask you..." She smiled warmly. "But I'll make it up to you, I don't want to see you sad tonight. It would be so unfair after six months...I'm not that kind of bitch!" "What kind are you, honey? Start by showing me your legs as you drive." She complied, pulling her dress up. His hand was soon gently on her knees, then suddenly moved up and grabbed her right thigh hard. "You like that? I think I can do something better for you." She left the main road and turned onto a dirt track leading into the pine forest that stretches from Fiumicino airport to the coast west of Rome. The tall maritime pines spread out their thin and wide umbrellas over the clean ground. After about half a mile Elisa stopped, got out of the car, went to the opposite side, and opened Franco's door. The dry fragrances of pine barks and resins wafted inside. She pushed the linen straps off her shoulders, removed her dress and chucked it on the back seat. She was naked except for her sandals. Franco held her hips with both hands and nudged her belly with his face, saying nothing, feeling the warmth of her skin on his lips. "Will you ever get up from that seat?" she said, stepping back from him. "I want to take you into my mouth." He went close to her. She crouched down and rested her buttocks on her heels, looking up at him with an intent stare. He was out of his uniform and underwear in a minute, offering his semi-rigid penis to this astonishing woman. Her tongue began to wet the tip of his cock, glided under the shaft and reached his shaved balls. She happily sucked them into her mouth one at a time, standing still with her eyes closed. Franco's cock was now hard and engorged with blood, the big purple vein on top keeping a steady pulse. Elisa kissed and licked that cock for minutes, sucking its tip, pressing the heavy member against her face, sometimes looking into her lover's eyes. She pulled her head back one inch and spoke directly into the cock she had sucked. "How am I doing? I now take requests..." "Move faster, hold it inside your mouth, make it all wet" he urged. "If you want me to suck your dick like a bitch, you'll have to make me do it." She wasn't angry at all, she was actually leading him right where she wanted him. Franco moved slightly and was directly opposite her face, feet firmly planted on the ground. He held her nape in his left hand and with his right one slowly guided his cock past her open lips, over her wet soft tongue and onto the back of her throat. Elisa was ready for the small shock she suffered when she found she couldn't breath anymore. Her eyes filled with tears, but soon she was inhaling regularly again through her nose. She felt deliciously used, and knew very well how she must have looked in that moment. A hunter's prey, a flesh toy, a naked victim below her strong man's cock. Her pussy was open and coated with juices. Her hand reached down and she started to masturbate deliberately, thrusting two fingers in and out of herself, and rubbing her mound under her palm in the same motions. Franco wasn't thinking anymore, he was moaning deeply now, instinctively fucking her face with fast hard strokes, pulling his cock out of her throat only to slam it down again a moment later. His hands pulled her head closer, then pushed her away in a fluid sexual cadence. Her saliva was flowing out of her lips and over his balls, his legs and her tits. Her own leg muscles hurt and her whole body was shaking. After long minutes Franco stepped back and jerked his cock, pointing it at her. He grabbed her hair in his fist, pulled down and turned her beautiful face up. She saw the pine tops bathed in the warm Roman sunshine. "Is this what you picture in your mind when you jerk off alone? My face and my breasts wet with spit, my fingers in my pussy?" "Yeah!" She saw a flash of intense white light and her orgasm slowly began in the distance, but she tried to hide it. "Is this what you teach the Iraqis? How to abuse a woman who loves you? How to turn her into a whore?" That was impossible to resist. He came hard. His first warm rope of sperm hit her in the nose and hung over her mouth, then he squirted again over her neck and a third time on one of her thighs. Other liquid drops sprinkled her breasts. Elisa threw herself off her heels and lay on her back on the ground, twitching in the spasms of her own orgasm. The walls of her vagina closed around her fingers and she called his name twice, eyes closed and mouth open to suck in air. When she finally relaxed, she realized that not only was her right hand wet with her own juices, but her wrist too. She remained there a minute, waiting for the gentle sea breeze to cool her off. She realized that some of the fine soil stuck to her back, she was a mess. "I'll help you clean up, honey" Franco said. She smiled to him. "There's a bottle of water and a large box of tissues in the trunk. Get to work, soldier!" The Captain Chooses Rachel The women were divided into two groups. The younger girls were lined up for inspection in the center of the ship's deck dressed in the soaked dresses they had been captured in. The older women were struggling against their bindings, trying to pry their wrists lose from the ships railing, cursing at the pirates for their over the age of eighteen daughters' treatment. Of those seven young women lined up, this is Rachel's story. Rachel refused to be intimidated by the ruthless pirates. But despite the brave face she put on for the other girls, Rachel knew what the pirates wanted. And even worse, she knew what she looked like. She had always been taller than most girls and her overly ripe body, previously thought to be an asset, would be her downfall now. The wet dress clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin and the cold air caused her nipples to press against the fabric. She shivered despite herself as she looked around the ship's deck at their captors. The pirates leaned their impressive frames against the opposite rail of the ship. Arms crossed over their chests, they leered at the captured ladies and whispered smugly to each other. Occasionally one of the men would point his finger at one of the girls or make a crude gesture with his hands. But she couldn't help but notice that none of the men had made any moves toward them since restraining them. Before Rachel could even complete that thought, the cabin's door swung violently open and man strode into the sunlight. He was shockingly handsome in a rugged way but his fierce expression immediately dispelled any thoughts Rachel might have had about mercy. "Well well well. What do we have here? Any worth keeping this time?" The man spoke to the group of men lounging against the rail, who immediately snapped to attention. "Aye Captain, quite a few lookers in this bunch. Except that one on the end" The man Rachel had bit earlier gestured at her in disgust. "She's vicious. We're better off just throwing that bitch overboard." He cradled his hand protectively to his chest and glared daggers at her. The captain walked towards her and began to slowly circle her, looking her up and down. "Ah but the challenging ones are the most passionate." His breath whispered along her neck and she felt his hand trail down her bare arm and grasp her wrist. "All they need is a little taming. Soon, they'll be giving you the best ride of your life." He bit her neck gently and his men laughed as she jerked herself out of his embrace. Turning around to face him, Rachel swung her hand up to slap him. He caught her wrist and wrenched it painfully behind her back. Flush against as she was, it was impossible not to feel the bulge that pressed against her stomach or miss the hot flash of lust in his eyes. Rachel reared her head back and spat in his face. The wetness landed on his chin and the lust in his eyes quickly blazed into anger. His other hand shot out like a whip and wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply. "Do not mistake me for a kind man. I will take what I want from you despite your pathetic show of resistance. Now I suggest you take that pretty little mouth of yours and clean up the mess you made. And if you ever raise a hand to me again, I swear I will spank that sweet little ass of yours in front of your friends and mother. Then they'll have to watch as I fuck every hole in your body. Is that clear?" Releasing the strength of his grip by degrees, the captain glared expectantly into Rachel's eyes. Seeing no other option, Rachel stood on her tip toes and licked her saliva from the captain's chin. But as she was about to draw away, he lowered his head and her tongue plunged straight into his mouth. She gasped in shock and tried to pull her head back. His hand gripped the back of her head as his mouth and tongue wreaked havoc on senses. She had never experienced anything like this before. She was completely consumed with the smell, taste, and feel of his mouth and hands. His hands wandered possessively over her body, leaving fire and heat in their wake. His hand grazed her breast and cupped the weight in his palm. The whistles and cheers from his men broke Rachel's daze and she pushed at his chest and began to struggle. His laughter at her attempts infuriated her and without thinking she bit his lip and tasted blood. Her bite momentarily shocked him into releasing her and she took every advantage and turned and ran for her life. She got maybe three steps when with a tremendous roar the captain grabbed her hair and yanked her to the floor. Catching herself on her hands and knees, Rachel looked up at the terrifying figure the Captain presented. Clad in snug leather breeches, she could see his hard shaft outlined from groin to hip. She smirked with satisfaction that there was blood on his bottom lip and mouth. Her smirk seemed to enrage him further. "I warned you about what would happen." He wiped the blood from his lip and began to untie the belt to his pants. "But you just had to push me." The older women gasped and began to plead with him to spare her. "Shut those old hags up." The captain undid the last tie of his pants and withdrew his massive cock. " Gag them if you have to, it's time for me to teach this wench a lesson." Rachel couldn't breath as she took in the sight of the captain's dick. She had only seen a man's penis depicted on marble statues. But those didn't hold a candle to the one in front of her. As big as two of her hands length wise it jutted up proudly from between his legs. She doubted she could even close her fingers around his massive girth. As the captain approached her holding his dick, Rachel cringed back in fear. "Oh don't get shy now. You had no problems up until this point trying to rebel so now you have to accept your punishment. I think I'm going to start with that mouth of yours first." Rachel clenched her teeth and sealed her mouth shut. She had no idea what he intended to do; surely he didn't mean to put that thing in her mouth. She tried to crawl away as he approached. He chuckled darkly and merely stepped on her dress to subdue her. Held immobile, he wrapped his fist in her hair and brought her mouth up to his dick. With his other hand holding the base of his dick, he began to rub the head against her closed lips. "Lick it, little girl." Rachel shivered at his rough tone but still refused to open her mouth. He pressed harder and her lips parted so she could feel him pressing against her teeth. Her lips rested on the head of his cock and it felt surprisingly hard. "I said lick it!" Rachel darted her tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. He tasted salty and not as bad as she was expecting. "There now, that wasn't so bad was it? Now open your mouth." Fearing what he might do if she didn't comply, Rachel opened her mouth. He immediately pushed his length into the wet heat of her mouth. She gagged a little as his dick filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat. She brought her hand up to grasp the base of his dick to control the depth of his thrusts. Confused about what she had to do Rachel shut her eyes and just let her mouth go slack. "None of that. I want you to suck my dick like it's your favorite candy." He stilled the movements of his dick until he was just lying in her mouth. "And make it good, or else your mother is going to see her daughter get fucked by every man on this deck." With widened eyes, Rachel began to tentatively suck on his cock. She circled the tip with her tongue and heard him grunt in approval. The hands in her hair loosened and began to caress her scalp as he murmured encouragement. A strange sense of warmth built low in her stomach and her nipples hardened to little points. Her position of her kneeling with her legs spread causes the sea air to caress her inner thighs and womanhood. Her spit began to lubricate his dick and it slid further into her mouth on accident. Rachel heard his gasp of pleasure and felt a strange surge of satisfaction that she could elicit such a sound from a man like him. She slid another inch into her mouth and was rewarded with a loud groan. She felt powerful and flushed with heat. The audience and background faded away until it was just her and her Captain. When had she begun to think of him as her captain she wondered? But she couldn't even lie to herself anymore. She loved the feel of his thick cock pressing against the back of her throat. She moaned at the salty taste of liquid that slowly leaked out of the tip. Captain heard her moan and began to thrust into her mouth. His sexy little wench was a natural at this. Her hot little mouth increased the suction on his dick and he stiffened his knees to keep from coming. But it was too late; this little virginal vixen was just too much. Hot spurts of liquid hit the back of her throat and Rachel swallowed automatically. The spurts became too much so she jerked back to gasp air. Jets of hot thick cum hit her chin and lips. She opened her eyes to find the Captain staring down at her in amazement. He reached down and swiped up his cum on his finger and held it to her mouth. Keeping her eyes locked on his, Rachel silently opened her mouth and sucked the remaining cum off his finger and swallowed. His eyes flared with renewed lust as he lifted her off the ground and into his arms. For her ears only he whisper, "My name is Andrew. I want you to know it since you'll be screaming it later." For the others he said louder, "I've made my choice, I suggest the rest of you do the same. It's going to be a long six months at sea." With those parting words, he slammed the cabin's door with his prize in his arms.