1 comments/ 21487 views/ 9 favorites The Wench of the Seas By: MaxErotic They load her on, against the starboard quarter, and drag her, kicking and screaming, to the bow; and there they tie her up on the upper deck, a throw from the captain's cabin. I stare for a moment, her eyes locked on mine, before I duck beneath the barrels. The crew of our dear captain is thronging her like meat. They dare not bite her nor taste her too soon lest the fearful cutlass of Captain Skullmaker be at their limbs and throats. According to the legend, her chest is to be desired more than a chest of sunken treasure, her eyes more than a kraken's, her body more than a bloodied bludgeon's bruises: She is The Tramp of Tucazador, the Wench of the Seas, the Mistress of the Masses; and she's now aboard Medussa the Third. Ours is a vessel to be worshipped, she is. She's in me heart and soul. Thar's nothing like her in all the land and seas. Ours is a pirate ship to be reckoned with, she is. A million men have sailed her and she's slain a million more. Captain Skullmaker emerges from his cabin, awoken by the sound of the crew's loud cheers. His black, unwashed, hair blows freely in the Baltic wind as he walks. The crew parts, some abeam to port and some abeam to starboard, back-peddling away from his fearsome, scarred face. The captain climbs the deck ladder and draws his cutlass, placing it no more than a millimetre from the throat of The Tramp of Tucazador. "Silence! Give me silence, you fools!" yells the captain. The crew goes silent before him, at the commanding utterance of his dangerous lips: one word from the captain and it's one head in a basket. "So you're the Wench of the Seas, the Mistress of the Masses, eh?" asks the captain, hissing at her slowly and intimidating her in his interrogation. "I am," she says as the sea splashes over the deck, washing over the captain's suede boots. "And who's were you before?" asks the captain. "I was captain Ale Chugger's," she admits, ashamed at her capture and her former captain's defeat. "Ale Chugger is dead! I killed him myself!" boasts the captain. "Bring his head to me, boys!" Captain Ale Chugger's head is brought before the tramp and she vomits at the sight of it, her vomit splashing vulgarly onto the captain's suede boots. "You're a monster! A monster, I say!" says the tramp to the captain. She spits at his boots. A small amount of spittle lands on the captain's boots. The captain looks down at her spittle, then slits her robes from neck to toe with his cutlass. Her robes fall to the deck in a heap, perfectly cut. Her skin is unscathed by the captain's blow. The crew stare at her nakedness, entranced by her beauty. "I am a monster? I? What of you, my lady?" says the captain. "What of you? You've had them all, haven't you? You've had them all except for me. But you're not going to have me, sweet tramp, not until you've been used, fondled, and fucked by all of my crew. Then, maybe then, you'll be trampy enough for me!" roars the captain, raising his cutlass into the air. The crew screams and yells a deafening roar. I can't help but stare at the wenches' naked body. Her breasts are as golden coins, her skin as smooth as coconut milk, her hair as straight as an arrow, her eyes as the colour of the sea, her curves as that of a sea shell, and her voice as that of a sparrow. "Let's see...you've had Ale Chugger and his crew, you've had Black Beard and his crew, you've had Hook and his crew, you've had Manuel Lavariano and his crew, and, oh yes, of course, you've had Marco Espiritano and his horrible crew. And now, now you're here with me, to have me and my crew!" "You are my captain now," says the tramp, "You may use me if you will. It's your choice." "Ooh, you're a sassy little wench, aren't you, my slutty wonder?" laughs the captain. There's a stirring in the bow crowd as I watch from behind the captain's cabin. Some deck hands climb the ladder and attempt to touch the wench. The captain rears around, his eyes on fire, and slices the first, cutting him in half, from head to mid-chest. He falls, lifeless to the ground. The second, the captain runs through with a single strike, and the third, he strikes in the throat and they fall to the deck in a bloody mess of death. "Does anyone else want to try to touch my wench before I get to?" screams the enraged captain. "I am captain Skullmaker—and a skull—I'll make ya, if you come a bottle hither! You hear me fools?" The crew goes silent again for fear. "So, how many diseases have you, my good slut?" asks the captain rudely. "All of them and more, my dear captain. I am the Wench of the Seas, am I not?" replies the tramp. "Are you not?" asks the captain, waving his cutlass to the side, indicating that he wants her to turn around. The wench turns around and behold, she has the Star of Arcland tattooed on her right shoulder. She is not the Wench of the Seas! She is the princess of Arcland! "What a lovely surprise! And here we thought we were going to get the Wench of the Seas! Tell me princess! How does a lady like you end up on Ale Chugger's vessel?" asks the captain, confused but delighted. "By choosing to be so, my dear captain," says the princess. "Choosing to be so? And what in all the waters could cause you to choose to be so?" asks the captain. "I've heard many things about your crew, captain. That they are strong and valiant, undefeated in the seas. That they are handsome and live as kings without a kingdom, dominating all for the sake of treasure and glory. The good king, His Majesty, Dario the Magnificent, sent me here, dangerously, to wed thee. He has sent me to wed you, that you may learn to conquer lands for my father's kingdom, and to abandon the sea for his throne forever, living pleasurably in our kingdom for the rest of all your days." "King Dario? King Dario wants me to be a land slayer? To fight his battles for him?" mocks the captain. "It's true," replies the princess, "I swear it is, with my life. My tattoo bears his mark." The crew flies into an uproar at the words of the princess. They can't bear the thought of Skullmaker abandoning the seas to fight on land. The men begin to wonder if captain Skullmaker is a traitor, if he has created an alliance with King Dario the Magnificent. A mutiny begins to stir and the crewmen swear profanities at the dreadful captain. The princess watches in horror as the captain begins to slay the hoards of the mutiny, one by one, with his cutlass and dagger. I decide to make my way through the crowds, that I may win the captain's ear: that I, Jewel Thief, may be the new captain! I fight through hoards and bundles, limbs and joints, to find at last, the captain. Skullmaker's back is to me but I dare not take him now. I wait until the blood bath bleeds, till the slain are fallen in piles as high as the plank. The captain parries a blade and steps backward. I step out from behind the captain's cabin and strike him through, running him full with my blade. I thrust the tip beyond his chest and drive it up his spine. He falls and I sever his right ear with my coral dagger. Holding his ear in my hand, I raise it to Medussa's mast above, to the flag of old, dear Skullmaker! The crew watches in amazement as I stand triumphant upon his fallen corpse. "Bow before me, fools!" I yell, as my blood soaked victory resonates throughout the ship. "Hi Ho! To the captain slayer! Hi Ho! To our new captain! Hi Ho! To captain Jewel Thief!" cries my new crew. "Hi Ho! To captain Jewel Thief." I silence the men. "The princess will first be mine!" I yell. "I will have her first, then you fools! You hear me?" I scream. The crew shouts loudly as they throw the body of captain Skullmaker from the plank, out into the bottomless depths of the ocean from whence he sprang. I take the princess to my new chamber, to the captain's cabin, where the late, great Skullmaker lived during his ten-year reign. I throw her onto the bed and begin to smell her body, savouring its unique and foreign aroma. "Please, don't! I am a virgin! I was only pretending to be the Wench of the Seas. I am a princess. My virginity belongs to my beloved, Prince Ferdinand. He alone should know it. Please! I beg you captain!" pleads the princess as I pin her arms forcefully to the cabin bed. "A virgin, you say? Can it be proven?" I ask, curious. "No woman who comes to us from Ale Chugger and his crew is a virgin. Why, she would be anything but," I yell, angry at her for attempting to lie to me. "It's true! I swear it! My hymen is intact. I swear it on my life. No man has entered me, not one." "No man! No man has entered you? How can that be?" I ask angrily, pinning her down more forcefully to the bed. "Captain Ale Chugger made a pact with my father, for three chests of gold, that no man would defile me," cries the princess. I let go of my grip on her arms and let her sit up. "Please, captain, spare me and my father will reward thee thrice the amount. He shall grant you nine chests of pure gold, of curious and hard won treasure," says the princess. "You swear it with your life," I say, staring at her fiercely to intimidate her. "I swear it with my life, captain," says the princess holding her hands together in a prayerful position. I grab her by the wrist and drag her out of the cabin before my new crew of seafaring men. "Behold! The princess says she's a virgin!" I scream as loud as I can. "She's says it can be proven! Shall we find out my bastardly seafuckers?" I scream again and my crew goes wild with shouts and cheers. Some deck hands carry a blanket out and spread it on the bow deck. I lay the naked princess down upon it. "Is it time for proof, my good fellows?" I scream. The crewmen shout and cheer, "Proof! Proof! Proof!" over and over again until I begin to remove my robes. I lie down beside the princess and whisper in her ear: "What will you, my dear? Shall we prove your virginity before the crew?" "We shall, good captain, lest they tear me to pieces for lying." "I will prove you then. I will prove you before all, to be princess or tramp!" I yell and begin to stroke my growing cock until it is hard and full. The princess is baffled. She must be a virgin because she looks terrified at the sight of my large and swollen cock. If she were the Wench of the Seas, she would have taken a million cocks before, and the sight of one would not frighten her, I think to myself. I place my cock head at her opening, my cock pulsing and throbbing. Though I have been a pirate my whole life, I have only loved myself: jerking off each night like the other crewmen, and spilling my seed into the ocean. I push up into her and she stares at me blankly, unsure of whether to enjoy it or despise it. "What will you princess? Shall I prove you now?" I yell so that the men can hear me. "Prove her! Prove her! Prove her!" yell the men. The princess nods at me, knowing what must be done. I enter her slowly, a few centimetres at a time. She is very loose. She moans a little. "Come on, big boy, give it to me!" she laughs boisterously, mocking my efforts. I become enraged by her mockery but am too overwhelmed by her beauty and the years of my abstinence take over. I plunge my hard cock deep inside of her, but I can't break her hymen. I thrust in again and again but she will not bleed. I withdraw my large cock and reveal it to my crew, bloodless. They shout and yell, swearing violently at the falsity of the princesses words. She is no virgin; she is a tramp. "And now you know, good captain, my true nature. It is I! The Wench of the Seas! I am the Mistress of the Masses, the Tramp of Tucazador!" "But you have the Star of Arcland on your shoulder," I say, baffled. "I had it tattooed on my shoulder to mark my victory over Prince Ferdinand. I slept with him and slew him while he lay with me, a dagger to this throat. Ale Chugger slew the King, Dario the Magnificent, and we took his gold before taking to the seas for Skullmaker. And Skullmaker's I was, until you took him." "And now you're mine, my filthy tramp," I yell. "Look and behold, men! I present to you the Tramp of Tucazador!" The crewmen cheer and yell, knowing full well what that means. Some of the men loose their hard dicks from their robes and begin to stroke them off, lusting for their turn with her. "I shall take her first! And the lot of you shall take her after!" I scream to the hoards. The crewmen cheer and begin to pour out the ale and the wine, and to consume our rations hastily, knowing that Dario the Magnificent's chests are safely within our ship's stronghold, thanks to Captain Ale Chugger; and thanks to old, dear Skullmaker. I lay on the wench. "Are you ready, good wench of the seas? Are you ready to be loved by a thousand men?" I ask, while holding her arms down and staring at her lovely breasts. "I'm ready, good captain! I shall be the whore of this vessel and I shall be loved by all, for I am the Wench of the Seas!" I kiss her mouth and she grips my erection, stroking me to a full length. I enter her and bang her slutty, filthy, twat. I kiss her nipples and fondle her breasts while sliding into her. I fuck the Wench of the Seas victoriously for all I'm worth and grunt and plummet my cum inside of her well-banged cunt. She slaps me in the face. "Slap me again, you wench!" I yell and she slaps me again. "Slap me again," I yell and she slaps me once more. The seamen shout and cheer raising their mugs to the whore as she slaps me again and again. When I am satisfied with a good slapping, I stand and dress in my robes. "My good men! Enjoy her!" I yell as the hoard closes in on her, a dozen instantly fondling her and knowing her: the second man, already inside of her. I return to my new chamber, to the captain's cabin. I pick up a sketch of the Wench of the Seas, drawn by captain Skullmaker, himself. How ironic, old Skullmaker, you bastard!, I think to myself while I watch the men enjoy her through the cabin window. Oh, how Skullmaker wanted her. How he longed for her, how he searched for her. 2084: New York, New York. At the New York Public Library: "Read what the book says, Danny, come on, we all want to know what it says," begs my brother, Ryan. "Come on! The library is closing in ten minutes, and mom's waiting. Hurry, read it! What did it say on Captain Jewel Thief's tombstone?" Ryan clears his throat and begins reading:   And now you rest, my sweet captain, upon the ocean floor You're treasured lady thronged, our sweet Medussan whore I ran you through, a cut above, your years as captain spent 'Cause righteous men of seas ten-fold haven't straightened what you've bent Your ghost is flying high above our Jolly Roger flag But you can't touch our lady's pearls, from down below our boards Nor know her taste or life of sin, not you but all the hoards