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The Pirate Queen's Prisoner Ch. 01

By: MinionOfCthulhu



Dahlia DeLabron, also known as Black Dahlia, pirate queen of the Caribbean looked down at her prisoner. Osmond had been a good navigator, handsome enough that she noticed him once or twice, not bad in a fight the few times her ship had come under attack. There had always been something odd about him, just a bit off. Now she knew what it was. He was a spy.

A day ago Dahlia had been hiding her latest take of loot from an English supply ship on its way to Port Royal. The cargo taken was valuable but too heavy to cart around until a buyer could be found. If one of her majesties frigates were to find ship, "The Spanish Dancer", so laden there'd be no chance at escape. So the goods were buried on one of a dozen small, isolated islands and the ship set out. About an hour later her first officer reported their charts and compass were missing, about five minutes after that they realized that Osmond was missing as well.

The ship sped back and she had search parties scour the island to find her missing crewman. The deserter was found trying to launch a small boat someone had hidden for him there but the charts and compass were gone. He'd apparently hidden them somewhere when he realized his capture was imminent. A search for the missing navigational items turned up empty and thirty lashes tied to the main mast hadn't gotten her prisoner to confess. Time was running out because Dahlia knew her majesty's navy must have now been searching the area for the missing merchantman she'd sent to Davie Jones locker (after looting it's cargo, of course).

Osmond had stood up to his beating well, endured the lashes even better. She was impressed but that wouldn't grant him any mercy. It was obvious that he was tough and wasn't going to be broken by the usual methods. Maybe it was watching him shirtless enduring the lashes, maybe it was the look on his face when the whip hit him...so much like the face a man made when he climaxed. Maybe it was the rum, as Dahlia was known to down a jug or more when feeling frustrated. Whatever it was, as she looked down on her prisoner, tied face up on her bed, a tingle had already started deep in her loins.

Osmond was exhausted; his body ached from the beating and whipping. He was sweaty, dirty; the raw lash marks sticking to the rum and sweat stained sheets below him. His dream of a comfortable life, rich and respected, a hero to the crown was over. His plan was a good one, one that had almost worked. Even now, there was a slim chance the "Champion" would find "The Spanish Dancer", maybe even catch her and board her but he was certain Captain Delabron would slit his throat before the first grapple lines hit her ship. There would be no dramatic rescue for him. The navigator knew his fate was sealed.

"You've taken your licks Osmond; I must say I am impressed. Very impressed, but you know and I know that you are going to tell me where those charts and compass are. It's only a matter of how much more you are going to suffer." Dahlia began, stroking her navigator's cheek, and sitting on the bed beside him. 

Her captive chuckled, "Tell you? Why? So you can get what you want and kill me? No thanks, Captain. If I'm fated to die, I'll die my way. And as for things we both know, let's add something to that list. We both know that if I were going to break, I would have done so by now. I've accepted the fact that I am never leaving here alive, you'd better accept the fact that I'm not going to tell you where your charts and compass are."

The captain almost drew her pistol and put a hole in her prisoner. His words made her blood boil, because she knew that the bastard was right. She'd seen men break, seen them beg for mercy and their lives. Osmond wasn't going to break. He had her, trapped, a perfect checkmate. She couldn't kill him and he couldn't tell her where the charts were. She had no idea what a clever son of a bitch Osmond was, she'd been impressed before but now...it was almost admiration. The brass balls on the man...even helpless, with his life hanging the balance, he stood his ground. She felt a slickness and throb rise in her sex. Here, at last, was a real man. She smiled, took a drink from the jug and then put it down beside the bed. Dahlia looked down at him, put her hand on his chest and said, "It doesn't have to be this way, Osmond."

Osmond looked up at her with suspicious eyes. "Of course not, you could release me."

"You want release...maybe I can arrange that." She reached down and took up the jug of rum, offering it to his lips, "Drink."

He smirked up at her, "No thank you captain, I don't drink."

Her smile vanished, replaced by that fire behind her eyes that burned when she was locked in combat. Her hand flew out, smacking him soundly across the face. "I wasn't asking you, bilge rat. Now drink!" She then grabbed him by the hair, yanking it so hard some of it tore lose from his scalp and poured rum into his open, gasping mouth. He sputtered and choked, but she slammed her palm over his mouth, forcing him to swallow the thick, sweet fluid or drown in it. He swallowed, drinking down a goodly amount, his head swimming.

"You bitch, that was vile. It's the devil's drink!" He closed his eyes, as the alcohol coursed through his empty stomach and into his bloodstream.

Dahlia laughed, "The devil's drink? Maybe we should get you a wet-nurse, let you suckle some mothers milk." The captain scooted higher on the bed, reached up to her bodice and pulled down the chemise over one breast. It was pale, the tan line showing clearly as her visible skin was constantly exposed to the warm Caribbean sun. The tip of her breast surrounding her nipple was dark, dark as rum, dark as a plum. Osmond could hardly believe what he was seeing. Dahlia caressed the nipple with her fingers, twisted and tugged her teat, teasing it to fullness. She then cupped the underside of breast with her hand, lifting the full round globe of her womanly flesh to her captive. "Here Osmond, take a suckle on this. It seems to be more to your liking."

Osmond shut his eyes and turned away. The captain then leaned forward, pressing her bare breast all over his face, hissing with pleasure as the pebbled flesh of her dark areola scrapped against his stubble. These made her captive shiver, close his eyes tighter and try to turn even further away. She pressed her breast over his mouth, pushing it down flat over his tightly closed mouth. "Osmond, come out and play...mmmmm, just a suckle on my tit. Nobody's watching..." she teased her captive.

This made her navigator thrash on the bed. He screamed, "Get away from me! Cover yourself up, you shameless slut! Have you no decency?"

Captain Dahlia was getting more and more aroused but his words threatened to put her off her tonic. She pulled out a blade from behind her bodice and held it above his head. She yanked his hair, turning his head to her. "No, I bloody well don't! Now, you suck on my tit or I'll fucking have your eye! If you try to bite me, I'll cut off your balls and use them to bait a lobster pot! You try me Osmond, you fucking try me and you'll end up a one eyed, ball-less freak!"

Osmond's eyes showed that he understood. This wasn't about the map, or the compass. He had offended her as a woman. Osmond had served with her for two years; he'd seen some of the men who had crossed her. He knew she meant what she said. He relaxed on the bed, leaned back into the pillow and parted his lips.

The captain sighed, squirmed on the bed and slammed the dagger into the top of the headboard. She then cupped her breast, lifted it to her captive's lips, which closed over her teat and began to suck. Dahlia moan, caressed his cheek and muttered, "There there now, that's a good boy. Mamma's here...mamma's here...oh yes, use your tongue Osmond, lick it...like a circle around the tip as you suckle."

Osmond suckled on his captain's nipple and obeyed her command, dragging the tip of his tongue around the textured skin around it. He was surprised how cool her breast felt on his face, how damp. He was also surprised how she smelled. It was a mix of old sweat, rum coming out of her pores and the musky unwashed scent wafting from her nearby armpit. He almost gagged but felt her caressing hand on his cheek shift, pressing her long fingernails into the flesh of his cheek. He forced himself to calm, to focus on pleasing her with his mouth and her fingers eased back into a caress. Osmond soon found himself getting use to the smell, the body odor of his captor as she pressed against him.

The captain moaned, squirmed and pressed her thighs together. Her other hand freed her other breast, yanking her shirt down and lifting her tit flesh over it. She thought of cutting her bodice straps, ripping it from her body, but remembered the hunting British naval vessels. Dahlia needed to be ready to take command, so she'd keep her clothes on. She saw Osmond watching her, her nipple in his mouth and she smiled down at him. The captain then began to play with her other nipple, tugging on it, twisting it, gripping the whole of her full breast and squeezing it, partly for her own pleasure and partly because Osmond could clearly see him do it.

Below her, helpless on the bed, Osmond's eyes welled up with tears. This wasn't the way it was suppose to be. This was humiliation. It was suppose to be beautiful, a joyous union after the exchanging of vows before the eyes of God. This was nothing but carnal pleasure, a mortal sin. The tears ran down his face, in his shame. Osmond could feel his manhood stiffen and ache, and he hated himself for it.

Whatever the reason, her captive's tears sent an electric jolt threw the captain's loins. She smiled down at him and muttered, "There there now, my beautiful baby. Don't cry." Dahlia then withdrew her breast from his face, easing her rock hard nipple from his mouth. "Yes, no need for tears, my hungry boy. Momma's got plenty more on this side..."

Osmond sobbed as his captain pressed her other breast down, shoving her unsuckled nipple into his mouth. He closed his mouth on her and sucked, licking harder than before. She could tell the difference and moaned, pressing her thighs together harder. "God Forgive Me", Osmond thought. His captive sensed the hunger behind his actions and giggled. "Oh yes, you're such a good boy. Mmmm, teeth now, just a little...tease me Osmond...yes...Oh, a bit harder, that's mamma's good boy. "

Suddenly Osmond heard fabric being shifted about and noticed his captain pulling her dress up a bit. Her booted foot is placed on the bed and she shoved one of her hands under her clothing, between her legs. Dahlia shifted away from her captive's lips, lying beside him, resting her head on his arm as his wrist is tied to the bedpost. The navigator looked down, but all he can see is her arm thrust under her skirt, working back and forth. Her legs spread wide and a musky; heady sent begins filling the room.

"What...what are you doing? In the name of God, stop it!" Osmond pleaded, but his captain only turned to him.

Dahlia moaned and chuckled. "What do you think I am doing? Kiss me Osmond."

He turns away, shakes himself, trying to get away from her. It's no use. "Stop that, stop it this instant! If you must touch yourself, at least do it in private. What sort of woman are you?"

She laughs at his efforts and moans. "I'm a wanton one, who'd close to have a nice hard cum. Come on now. Kiss me. Don't make me get the knife. I'm close. Once I am satisfied, I'll stop."

The navigator then turned to her, kissing Dahlia deeply. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and licked against his. She tasted of rum, but now so does he. She kissed him deeper and deeper, working her fingers faster and faster under her skirt. Osmond heard the wet, slapping noises coming from under her skirts and turned his head to watch.

Her moans became shallow pants, until she notices where his eyes are. "Does mamma's boy want to watch mamma play?"

Her words hit him hard. Watch her? He shook his head no, even pulled back in revulsion. But he was betrayed. His hips pushed forward and he moaned, a needful little squeak of a moan, but a moan just the same. Did he want to watch? There was only one real answer.

Dahlia smiled again and got off the bed. She yanked the knife out of the headboard. "Cross me, or take your eyes off me, and I'll hurl this between your legs." She then sat on the armchair beside her desk and turned it towards the bed. She put the back of her knees over the arms of the chair and then lifted up her dress. Osmond wanted to look away but found that he could not.

Her booted feet hung and dangled in mid air. The captain's skirt framed her muscular legs, which were covered in thin black hair! Some were long, some were short, but her natural growth clung to her in all its glory. Dahlia wore long dresses and had not had a serious lover in almost a year. She wasn't even sure if she still owned a razor. The hair on her legs was nothing compared to what rested between them.

Thick black hair, a burst of damp curls running up in a triangle reaching to her belly. Dahlia reached down and opened herself, pushing apart the fleshy mound to show the bright pink folds beneath. Two of her fingers extended and pressed against her folds, pinching her clit between them. She worked herself fast and hard in a tight little oval. Her other hand reached down, sinking two fingers into her body with a deep and soulful moan. "Are you watching Osmond? Are you watching mama play with her honeypot?"

She glanced up and saw that he was, seeing that he could not turn away. He could smell her need; see dewdrops of her arousal clinging to her dark musky curls. She drove her fingers in and out of her body, faster and faster, working her clit in smaller and smaller circles. Panting, moaning, she glanced up, looking into Osmond's eyes. Knowing there were eyes on her made things better, more satisfying. Soon she was suffering little jerks and convulsions, moaning louder and louder. "Good boy, watch mama...Watch me...Watch me OSMOND. I'm....I'm cumming!"

The captive, helplessly tied to the bed, was torn with many different emotions. He hated her, she disgusted him and he was shocked at the woman's lack of shame. But he also wanted her, wanted to shove his hard manhood as deeply into her fur-covered sex as he could. If his hand was free he would have gripped his cock but he was firmly tied down so all he could do was shift his hips around. He moaned as his attempts to get any relief for his arousal failed. "At least", he thought to himself, "It was over."

The captive looked up to see Dahlia shivering, slowly withdrawing her wet, sticky fingers from inside of herself. Her skin was flush, her nipples were hard and he could see her thighs trembling like the surface of a sail in uneven wind. She opened her eyes and found him still watching her. The captain noticed Osmond's hips moving and she listened to his whimpering moans. It made her clit throb, even as the last climax was fading. The bulge under his clothes was large and her curiosity was peaked. She put her feet down, one at a time, her boots thumping onto the wooden floor. The captain stood slowly and stalked over to the bed, her bare breasts bouncing with ever step, swaying with the pitch and roll of "The Spanish Dancer".

Dahlia then placed her hand on her captive's cock, scratching her nails along its length. This made Osmond moan, hiss and try to pull away. "You said it would be over if I watched you! Stop this, right now. Cover yourself and leave me be!"

The captain chuckled, "I said I'd stop when I was satisfied. I'm not. It takes more than one quick diddle to quench my need. I'm a woman, a real woman, not one of those powdered virginal idiots back on shore." She then griped his hard cock, stroking it over his trousers, pulling a moan from Osmond as he pushed his hips forward. "Besides, it's time to see what sort of man you are, my pretty little boy. Be a good boy, show mamma your nice hard cock." Her hand rose, the sharp knife in it. Osmond gasped, but his captor only cut away his pants, freeing his hard straining cock to the open air. 

Her prisoner was horrified, "No! NO! I said no, you can't do this! Stop it this instant you hussy!"

Now it was Dahlia's turn to gasp. It seemed her "good little boy" was more of a man than she had ever seen. What was it about the quiet ones, she wondered? She took his manhood in her hand and pulled it upright like a ship's mast and fished his balls out with her other hand. She moaned and closed her hand around the base. It was wide around, thick and hard. It stood tall, very tall and the head was soaked with slick pre-cum, making it appears polished. "Tell Momma how you managed to trade dicks with a whale?"

Osmond closed his eyes, tried to pull away. His captain then leaned against him, holding him down with her weight. He could feel her heavy breasts pressing on his hips and thighs, making things so much better and so much worse. "I....I don't want you touching me. I don't like it. Stop....please just stop it."

She stroked it once, then twice, rubbing the balls. "You don't really want me to stop, do you?" Dahlia blinked, as his cock throbbed and actually swelled to a fuller size. The marvelous, long cock hadn't even been fully erect before. She sighs and muttered, "Oh fuck".

The navigator was moaning, hissing through his teeth, trying not to pump his hips up into her hand, and failing miserably. He replies, "Y..yes...I do."

Dahlia smiled, knowing a lie when she hears it. "You were a much better liar when you were planning to sell me out to the British, Osmond." She then licked her thumb and winked up at him. Suddenly her hand flew into frantic pumping, gripping his cock hard. She pressed her wetted thumb into the underside of the massive member's head. Her captive moaned and arched his back, thrashing his head back and forth. "You don't look like you want me to stop, my beautiful little boy."

The prisoner began panting hard, working his hips up and down, trying to match the pace of his captain's hand. He could feel the rough skin on her palm, calloused by hauling rope and climbing rigging, but to him it felt like heaven. Osmond had only used his own hand in this way, and even then only three times in his life when he felt particularly weak. Dahlia Delebron, the pirate queen, was the first woman to ever touch him in such a manner. He knew this wouldn't take long; he was in such a desperate need of release after the things he'd been forced to do and to witness. Osmond needed the release, needed to lose his cum badly, but more than that it meant her vile game would end. Just....a few more....strokes...! Suddenly she let go and leaned back, pushing him down on the bed with her full weight so he couldn't even thrust his hips. His mind screamed in agony, his cock throbbed in frustration. Osmond moaned out, almost screaming in anguish. 

"No no, my pretty one. Mamma's not going to let you cum. Not unless you give her the compass and the charts..." The pirate queen teased him.

Osmond couldn't think, the room was spinning, his body almost vibrating with need. "You'll...you'll just kill me if you get them..." He swallowed, relaxing somewhat. "No.... I'm not telling you where they are."

"Oh come now Osmond? Do you think I'd kill a man with a cock like this? It would be like burning a fine painting, smashing a jade vase. No, I'm not going to kill you." Dahlia then gripped his cock again, very lightly. "I know you need to shoot. Mamma wants you to shoot it, but you need to tell mama where her things are." Her hand started moving up and down again, but slowly this time, her grip just a light caress.

Her captive moaned. "God help me. Oh God in heaven give me strength."

The pirate queen laughed, "God isn't going to make you cum Osmond, but I will. You need to be pleading with me for help, not God."


The Pirate Queen's Prisoner Ch. 01



"Dahlia, please. I....I....you can't do this to me. It's torture." Her captive replied.

She laughed, "You don't handle this as well as the whipping do ya, my pretty little boy. And unless you want me to get angry you won't call me by my name again." Her smile went cruel as an idea hit her, "You're to call me mamma." Osmond moaned, tried to pump his hips but her weight was pressing on him. 

He closed his eyes and started to pray, "Our father, art in heaven..." suddenly he felt intense pain! Dahlia lashed out, dragging her nails across the inside of his thigh with her opposite hand, never releasing her gentle hold on his manhood. Her nails gouged out three bloody furrows in his tender flesh. 

"I said God isn't here, you fucking worm!"

Osmond screamed, "Please momma, please don't hurt me. I need to cum...I need to cum so bad."

She smiled, "That's better, that's a good boy. Where are the charts? Where's my compass Osmond." Her grip got tighter and. her thumb pressed into that sensitive nerve cluster under the head of his prick.

Osmond grit his teeth and groaned. "I can't tell you, I can't tell you. You're going to kill me once you have what you want." His body was on fire, it felt like he was holding back a tidal wave of pressure that had built up within his loins.

The captain smiled. "Boy... Look at me, look at momma."

He looked down at her, holding his cock as she stopped pumping it. Dahlia smiled, opened her mouth and lowered it over the massive head of her prisoner's member. She closed her mouth around it, her jaw aching as she did so and closed her lips over it. He tasted wonderful, so slick and slippery, salty like the sea. She swirled her tongue around and around the head of the massive member, making sure to gather up all of the slick delicious pre-cum. "Oh" she thought to herself, "How I've missed this. I could get use to this again." Her captor's reaction snapped her out of her daydream.

Osmond moaned, long and loudly, stiffening his entire body. Dahlia could feel his balls rise, heard his breath slow and knew just how close he was. She looked up, moving just her eyes, and locked gazes with her prisoner. She suckled for another moment, holding eye contact, before pulling away. Her lips made a wet smacking sound as she did so.

"Does my beautiful boy like?" she cooed to him.

"Yes Mama. Oh yes Mama. Give me more. Again, I was so close..." Her captive was almost out of his mind.

"Where are my charts? Where is my compass?" she licked the head of his cock. "Just tell me if the charts are safe. Did you burn them or toss them into the sea? Tell me that they're secure somewhere and I'll suck it some more." Little did Osmond know that the chances of him receiving further attention in her mouth was likely a given, just because she was enjoying it so much. Dahlia began to wonder what getting this monstrous cock inside her would be like, and felt her loins moisten and throb.

She could see him consider things, watching her holding his cock, her lips less than an inch from it. The captain smiled up at him, moaned, and pressed her breasts together with her forearms. Her cleavage pressed his thigh, nestled between them, the fabric of his filthy pants scrapping against her hard nipples. "Be a good boy...tell me if the charts are okay or not. Don't make Mama wait...mamma wants to suck it down, she wants to feel it deep in her throat." Dahlia reached out her lips, pressed a kiss to his cock and worked her head up and down against it.

Osmond moaned a desperate and sorrowful sound. "They.... they're safe. They are in a safe place." 

The captain smiled, "Mmmmm, good boy Osmond. Good boy." Dahlia rose up, opened her mouth wide and took the massive prick deep into her mouth. She closed her lips, sucking firmly and pushed her head down slowly. In her youth she had sucked off her fair share of cocks and considered herself rather skilled at the art form. Osmond was proving to be a challenge. She tilted her head, pushing down, feeling the head of the cock filling her throat but not entering it. Dahlia relaxed, tried to get a better angle and pushed down harder. "No!" she thought, "Osmond isn't going to beat me! Big or not, I am getting it down!" She tried to breathe slowly through her nose, fighting her own reflexes, willing herself to relax.

The captain closed her eyes and pushed down. She fought the urge to retch, choking on the huge invader but refused to stop. The thick layer of spittle rose in her throat as she gagged and coated Osmond's member a bit more. This was all she needed; allowing her to get past the point her body was fighting her not to pass. Tears welled in her eyes, pain filled her but still she pressed downwards. Finally she felt her nose tickled by his pubic hair, felt her cheeks pressing against the sides of his body and her chin resting on his balls. "I win you big fucker, I win!" she thought the Pirate Queen, winching through the pain.

Osmond was unaware of the battle being fought, unaware that he was considered the loser. He certainly didn't feel like he'd lost anything, he felt as if he had won something wonderful. Never had his member been engulfed by the flesh of a woman, never had he felt such warm wet pleasure. The navigator felt himself sinking into the bed below him, his body relaxing as if he'd been lowered into a warm bath. He sighed, long and loud, muttering. "Yes Momma...oh... Yes...yes...."

The captain lifted her head slowly up, painfully but joyfully. Once her prisoner's cock was free of her mouth she gasped for air. She coughed, gagged again inhaled deeply, whipping away the gathered spittle and phlegm with her fore arm. Dahlia saw stars but smiled up at her amazed captive. She used her hands to massage her thick saliva into his prick and said. "Does my beautiful boy want more?" her voice horse and ragged sounding.

Osmond whimpered, "You know I do. I need more, it hurts so much." He tried not to smile as he hatched a plan of his own.

"If you tell Momma where the charts are I'll suck it some more. I'll fuck you with my mouth, my beautiful boy. Come on, just the charts, I can't use them without the compass."

Dahlia then reached down with the knife and slit one of her prisoner's pants leg, from the crotch to the ankle. She pushed away the fabric to revel his muscular bare leg. The captain ran her hands over it, licked her semi-numb lips and hiked up her skirts. She tossed one leg over her captives bare leg and pushed her crotch into his calve. Osmond could feel the thick curly hair brushing against him and he moaned.

His captore then wiggled her hips, grabbing her breasts with both hands and giving them a hard squeeze. The motion of her pelvis worked her mound apart and she pressed down so her folds and clit could make contact with her prisoner's body. She closed her eyes, arched her back and pumped her hips slowly backwards and forwards, dragging her swollen nub over the muscular leg below her. "Oh yes", she purred, "That's it. That's the spot. A little tickle while I suck on my beautiful boy's cock."

Osmond could hardly believe the woman, this slut! She was ready to use him again? Was there no limit to her appetites? He tried to relax, tried to seem totally calm and struggled to breathe in and out in a steady, deep rhythm.

"Come on, be a good boy," said the captain. Her voice had recovered somewhat, yet it trembled as she masturbated herself on her captive's leg. "Tell me where the charts are and Momma will suck on you, so nicely." She grabbed his slick cock with both hands and started to pump them up and down. Dahlia folded her hands, as if in prayer but with his manhood firmly pressed between them, watching his eyes.

"I am done. I am not playing your games anymore." Osmond spoke, with all the bravado he could muster. He could only hope it sounded convincing, because in his heart he didn't mean it. The prisoner simply was trying to play his own game.

Dahlia chuckled, "Done? Ha. Brave words, but you are nothing but a helpless worm. I have you, my pretty boy, and you know it. You thought you were suffering before.... I will drive you insane with need!"

The captain lowered her mouth again, sucking the thick long cock. Her captive made no sound, staying totally still. She felt some of her arousal fade. "He's fighting me again!" she thought and the idea made her very angry. Dahlia then began to cup and fondle his balls; she worked her head up and down, faster and faster. The only sound he made was a slight increase in his breathing. Her stomach twisted as a feeling of rejection soured her further. Her mind was racing, "You are mine...Mine...you fucking little worm.... you aren't going to..."

Suddenly Osmond's hips thrust up, bucking under her powerfully as he screamed out a roar of pleasure. Cum shot out from the tip of his cock, just a bit. What followed it was another very powerful blast of thick, salty cum. Dahlia's feeling of rejection fled, she felt her victory and worked her face up and down. Cum filled her mouth, threatening to spill out from her lips and cheeks. She had worked hard for this and she wasn't going to lose it. Reflexively she began to swallow, once...twice... Then she realized...her prisoner had cum. He wasn't suppose to cum...she'd been tricked!

Dahlia shivered with rage as she pulled her face away from the navigators pulsing cock. Cum kept spurting out, hitting her face once, then again and another blast shooting high into her hair. She scrambled back, but another blast hit her bare breast, then her skirt. By the nine hells the man could cum. The Pirate Queen stood there, shocked, balling her hands into fists. Osmond's chest heaved up and down, as he struggled to regain his breath.

"You...you came on me? You shot into my fucking mouth and you came on me!" She could feel the hot cum hitting her belly, coating her sore throat, oozing its way down her cheek. The captain looked down and saw some had splattered on the front of her skirts. "You came on my fucking dress!"

Osmond then began to laugh, between panting breaths. "You filthy whore, I'm not going to tell you anything."

Dahlia snapped. Both fists came down on his stomach, as hard as she could, knocking the wind out of him. She rained punches down on him, pounding on his semi-naked body with good strong blows. "Bad Boy! Such a bad, ungrateful little bastard you are. You came in Momma's mouth and on her dress!" A strand of wet hair then flopped into her face, "and on my god dammed hair!" One fist then went straight into her captive's balls.

The navigators tensed his stomach and rib cage, her blows doing little but punish an already tortured body. The fist to his balls changed everything. His head swam, he screamed out, the pain so bad he almost threw up. He wanted to turn on his side, curl into a ball but he was tied down and could not. He opened his eyes and saw the captain grab her knife, her eyes were wild and murder shone in them.

~ The End of Part One, stay tuned in for the continuation of The Pirate Queen's Prisoner... ~



The Pirate Queen's Prisoner Ch. 02



"I'm...sorry! Your boy is sorry! Mamma, please stop, please don't hurt me." Osmond cried out over his moans of agony. He knew she'd kill him even if it meant she'd never get the compass or charts. "I was weak, Momma made me weak with her mouth. She's....so beautiful, I couldn't help it..."

Dahlia was only barely hearing him, staking forward with her knife. He screamed, "The charts are buried under a rock, near a dead tree, by the trail, on the hilltop! Please Momma, don't kill me!"

Finally she stopped, took a deep breath, and calmed just a bit. She took the knife, reached behind her and cut the laces to her dress, stepping out of it. Dahlia was now fully naked; her skin was slick with sweat, her legs hairy and her crotch a mass of thick black curls. "Look at me boy! LOOK AT ME! You like to cum on people, don't you? DON'T YOU!?"

"Y..y..yes Momma, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me." He replied.

Dahlia lifted the jug of rum and drained a long deep swallow from it. She then placed it down and marched to the head of the bed, climbing on it. She turned towards her captive's feet, on her knees and then tossed one leg over his head. He could smell her musky, unwashed scent mixed with the thick primal aroma of her arousal. 

Osmond looked up over a large round bottom, spread wide above his face by the position she had taken. He could see the tight little circle of muscle, could feel the mass of thick, black curls of her crotch scratching against his chin. The smell was overpowering, he had never seen a woman's privates this close before and his mind suddenly realized what she intended. The navigator's heart began beating faster and faster, his heart sank and then he heard her confirm his deep fears.

"I like to cum on people too. Make Momma cum, make her cum good or I'll pound on your balls until you are no longer a man." Dahlia then lowered her hips, pressing her sex into her captive's face. She wiggled her bottom and hips back and forth, as a pelican settling in on its egg. Once the captain felt her mound part and her inner folds touching Osmond's face she pumped her hips back and forth, pressing herself downwards. Dahlia moaned and giggled, as a shiver rushed through her. She then made a circular motion with her hips, working to smear her juices over every inch of her traitorous navigators face. His foreheads, his nose, both cheeks and chin, she made sure to coat then all with her own slick fluids.

"Yeah, that's a good boy. I'm going to make you smell like my pussy. Ooooo, smear it all over you, all over your fucking face. You like that? You like smelling like my cunt, you pathetic bastard?" The more she rubbed herself on his face, the more excited she became, and likewise the more plentiful her juices flowed. Osmond could tell she was forgetting his earlier actions and focusing on her own pleasure. But that was fast becoming it own nightmare.

He almost gagged her smell was so strong. A mix of her body odor, her sex fluids, the stale scent of old urine and it was all over his face. She just stank, pure and simple. Osmond never imagined such an act; he had never even considered it. It was degrading, but fascinating. He could feel her muscular legs on his cheeks and the fleshy folds of her inner womanhood moving under her, dragging across his face. Her hips lifted off and he gasped for air, choked and gagged.

"How does it smell, my beautiful boy?" Dahlia asked, between giggles and moans.

Osmond replied, "Bad Mamma. Please, I don't want to do this. I don't like it."

Her hips plopped down, mashing her sex onto his mouth. "You don't have to fucking like it you worm. You have to eat it. Open your mouth."

She could feel his mouth clenched closed, so she pressed harder. "I said open."

Osmond mumbled something, sounding negative and kept his mouth shut.

Her hand snapped out, grabbing his balls. Her hand closed and Dahlia pushed her fingernails into his still sore skin. "Eat that fucking twat or I'll gouge you fucking nut off. I'm not fucking playing. "

The navigator parted his lips, felt her lift her body up and then thrust herself down hard. She felt his lips move against her folds, felt his smooth teeth on her sex and the rough stubble on his cheeks and chin scrap against her flesh. He tried to turn his head, close his mouth and push her body away with his tongue. She screamed, "Oh no, little boy, you lick it. Lick that pussy. LICK IT! " 

Dahlia slapped his thigh where she had gouged his skin with her nails earlier. He yelped, opening his mouth wider. She pushed down, wiggled, and pumped her hips forward and back trying to work her clit against him. Osmond kept turning his head; he thrashed about on the bed, straining his neck muscles to lift and tilt the pirate queen, nearly knocking her off the bed. She let go of her captive's balls, knowing if she didn't she really would rip one off in her anger. Dahlia was as strong girl, proud of her thick powerful thighs and ample bottom. She had a better idea.

"I warned you, worm!" She called out, clamping her thighs tight around Osmond's head and leaned back using her full weight. Her ass pushed his head down, firmly into the pillow, mashing her sex over his mouth and trapping his nose in the crack of her ass. She clenched her jaw, holding him firmly.

He tried to scream, the sound muffled under her bottom. Osmond panted and quickly used the rest of the air trapped between his and his captor's body. He felt the vacuum, his arms yanked at the ropes and his legs kicked at his bonds in futility. Osmond tried to scream but again little sound came out. His chest hurt, his eyes hurt, his heart hammered in his chest. "I'm going to die! She'd going to smother me. She's killing me, with her ass and sex; she's going to kill me." Osmond thought. Dahlia could feel his frantic struggles and she smiled. She rode his face, clinging to him like a barnacle and waited. Soon his struggles started to slow, his thrusts and screams growing weaker. The captain knew he'd black out in a few seconds. Her point proven she relaxed her grip and lifted off of his face. His juice covered face and her sweaty skin had allowed a perfect seal and there was a wet suction sound as she relented.

Osmond gasped, greedily sucking air into his lungs. He choked, coughed and wheezed as his chest heaved. His heat hurt terribly, his chest hurt more than he thought possible. The navigator was terrified, not only with his possible death at her hands, but with this new way she might do it. When he could speak, he said, "please...don't....I could....die...have mercy...." Dahlia had been waiting for him to recover, picking at the drying cum in the front of her hair. What she managed to pinch out she wiped on his stomach. "Is my boy going to be good? Lick and suck on Momma's cunt like she asked him to?"

She didn't look back at him, rolling her eyes and stared out the cabin window. Dahlia heard him reply, "It's nasty, please, I don't want to do that..."

The pirate captain sighed and said, "Good night then.... I'll see you in hell you bastard." She pushed slowly down, letting him see her ass and pussy lowering back onto his face. 

"No. NO! Please, just wash it first. I'll do it...wait...WAIT!" then there was silence as the seal was reformed, her ass and sex closing over his face. He screamed again and again, the muffled sound sending a pleasing vibration into her clit. Osmond didn't fight as hard, knowing it was useless and not yet regaining his strength. His screams became lower, more like pleading then protesting. Dahlia could feel his face nodding under her, felt his tongue try to lick her and she lifted off once again.

He sputtered, gasped and cried out. "Stop it, just stop it. I'll do it...I'll do it...please, just stop it."

Dahlia chuckled, "My beautiful boy wants to lick Momma's pussy? Wants to make Momma cum with his mouth?" Then her voice became threatening, "Beg me, beg your Momma you fucking worm."

"Please momma.... let me please you." He replied. But then he saw her ass lowering and felt her thighs clench, heard her disappointed snort. Osmond screamed, "I wanna lick momma's pussy! I want to make Momma cum with my mouth! Don't hurt me. Please momma, let your boy do it. He wants to do it, beautiful momma."

Dahlia moaned, lowering her body but this time leaning forward. This tilted her pelvis and she pushed back offering her pussy to his mouth. "Much better, that's a good boy. Yes, such a good beautiful boy momma has. Go on, lick that pussy..."

Osmond had never willingly put his mouth on a woman's privates before. He had never even considered doing so from this particular angle, never imagined a woman could behave in the manner his captain was acting. Now, with her arousal smeared all over him and nearly drowning with her sex pressed into his face he found himself getting use to the smell. He looked over the wiggling bottom and open, well-furred mound with the fleshy slit splitting the center of it and found himself at a loss for how to proceed.

The prisoner leaned his face forward and felt the damp mass of curls tickle his lips. He pressed kisses to her, moving around the open slit. Strands of her hair came free as he did this and he tried to push them off his lips with his tongue. As he did this Dahlia moaned and tried to angle her pelvis, working to move his lips onto her slit and the folds beneath. Osmond next moved to lick her opening, feeling fleshy petals, slick and musky with his captive's arousal. Up and down he licked, in a steady motion, as if he were painting the wall of a cabin. The captain moaned but is sounded more frustrated then pleased. 

The prisoner started to become nervous. This was more complicated than it seemed. He remembered how she had pleased herself, so he tried to mimic that. Osmond pushed forward and eased his face back and forth, working the curly hill between his captor's thighs apart. She purred. "Good...okay..." he thought. He then extended his tongue as far as he could and pushed it into her sex. Osmond discovered that the opening to a woman was actually much lower than he thought it was and that most of the upper area was only a place where folds joined into a peaked point. This area was a place undreamed of, a mystery of sensitive flesh. Once he found the entrance to her body, he pushed his tongue into it, over and over, as he had seen his captain do with her own fingers. Dahlia began to wonder just what the hell was going on below her. So close to pleasure but her navigators fumbling was starting to annoy her. She tried to move her clit onto his lips and tongue but he didn't seem to understand her motions or comprehending her meaning behind them. It was like trying to dance with someone who didn't know the steps. When she felt his face shift she became hopeful but when she felt the tongue working in and out of her that hope was dashed, replaced by frustrated anger.

"What?" she called out, looking back over her shoulder, "What the fuck are you doing?" She then gripped his thigh, where she had clawed away his flesh, and closed her hand over it as hard as she could. Her prisoner jerked in pain and pulled back, just as his captor lifted her hips away from his face. Dahlia turned her torso and leaned to the left, looking back and down at her captive. "That was awful, fucking pathetic. Haven't you ever done this before Osmond?" 

"N...n...no. I never did this before. I... I'm trying." He replied. Osmond, strangely, felt embarrassed by his inexperienced. He didn't want to feel he was unskilled at pleasing a woman but faced with the task before him he found himself ignorant of just how to do it. Dahlia thought "Great, just my fucking luck..." She considered just giving up but then noticed Osmond's eyes. They were ashamed, embarrassed but they also showed her he wanted to please her. As much as his fumbling had ruined her arousal his eyes, those beautiful eyes, brought it roaring back.

"Listen to momma, Osmond. Holes are for filling and lips are for kissing. See my lips..." She reached down and spread her mound open to display her folds. "These lips like to be kissed, like it a whole lot more than the other pair. Has my boy ever dreamed of kissing the girl he loved, kissing her deeply and fully? In a way that showed all of his love?"

Her prisoner listened. Yes, he had dreamed of kissed like that. A woman in white, maybe after their wedding morning, kissing her endlessly as he explored her lips with his own. He sighed, "Yes, I have dreamed of kissing a girl that way."

Dahlia smiled, and her pussy tingled when she heard his sigh. "Good boy, now kiss momma like that, only down there. On the lips, make love to me on the lips, especially the little round pearl in the oyster. You saw it, peaking out?" Osmond nodded, yes, he had noticed it. It was very large, almost the size and shape of an actual pearl. "Kiss me, as if I was the woman you loved.... Only put that kiss on my pussy and we'll get along just fine. Are you ready?" "Yes momma." He replied, and licked his lips reflexively.

The pirate queen felt her arousal rise but also felt a tugging on her heart, warmth fill her. "Good boy. Momma...."she paused, about to say something but stopping herself. She quickly recovered, "That's a good boy."

As Dahlia turned back around and lowered her hips her captive focused on his task. "A kiss, a kiss of passion, a lover's kiss.... to.... to her sex...to her pussy." He thought. It was an odd thing, so pure and loving a act in such a dirty and naughty place. But it was what she wanted, what he needed to do to keep her from hurting him. "No", he thought, "It wasn't that. I don't care if she hurts me. I really want to do it, to please her. God forgive me, I really want to please her." And then her lips were touching his. He moaned, pressed his face into her body and kissed her.

All his life Osmond had known control, control of his emotions and his needs. There was passion there, lust too, but always in a tight box. As his captain's pussy pressed down that box burst apart and he kissed her with all the imprisoned contents that came pouring out. He caressed with his lips, licked up with his tongue and sucked on her folds. The prisoner massaged her with his lips, teasing her pearl with his tongue, swirling around and around over her folds. Above him he heard a gasp of surprise followed by a series of slow moans. The more he licked and sucked her clean of her musky oils the more she seemed to make. His mouth filled with her nectar and he swallowed it down, eagerly trying to gather more. He drank down her lust and worked to fuel more of it. 

Above her captive the pirate queen was stunned. Her body was nearly paralyzed by what was going on under her. Never had a man so enthusiastically licked her or so completely pleasured her. His mouth, his tongue, his lips, so tender on her body yet so needful and passionate! Osmond wasn't licking her pussy, he wasn't eating her box out, he was making love to her. Making love to her twat as if it were the lips of some child bride he had married. Dahlia suddenly realized she could cum at any moment and began to mentally steal herself against it. She would hold back, as long as she could, so long as that didn't mean pulling away. The captain didn't want to pull away, under any circumstances, not until she had to. As perfect as it was, as beautiful as it all felt, she needed a bit more.

"Oh...a finger my pet! Put a finger in me, do it..."

There was only a mumble from below her.

"Osmond, I need a finger, don't tease me...don't."

Then there was a thrashing behind her, she looked back to see her captive shaking his hands at her. They were tied down to her bed; she had forgotten that he was her prisoner. 

"Yes...I see...oh my boy is kissing momma so nice...keep going...keep going..." she squealed in delight, trying not to yield to the incredible urge to cum.

Osmond was inexperienced but not an idiot. He was a sailor and knew how to read the seas; he was also learning how to read a woman. Whenever he licked her pearl, she twitched. Whenever he caressed it with his lips, she moaned. Whenever he sucked on it a little, she shivered. He smiled and then did all three. The prisoner closed his lips over her folds, focusing on her hard, pouting little nub of flesh. He then worked his tongue over it fast and firm, licking it wildly. Osmond also sucked on her in a pulsing manner, trying to time it with the rhythm he was learning to read in his captain's body.

The scream was ear piercing. The sound filled the cabin and sailors on deck stopped work to turn towards the sound. Dahlia felt as if she had been struck by lighting! The iron wall of her will, which had kept her climax at bay for several moments, was destroyed. Osmond had battered it down and melted it away and her orgasm exploded over her, devastating her.

For several moments the pirate queen could only scream, gasp to refill her lungs and scream again. She began lifting her hips away, but her captive wouldn't stop sucking and lifted his head to follow her. Dahlia wanted his hands on her hips, fighting her, holding her down, but her lover was tied down. When she could she began shouting, "Yes! Yes! Oh Dear God Yes.... Don't stop, oh fuck...fuck... FUCK! No... NO! Don't...FUCK! " Suddenly she uttered a primal scream of pain, as the sensation pushed past pleasure into something more intense. Her whole body convulsed, she tried to pull away again, but he followed her motions, licking and sucking on her hard.

"Stop Osmond! Let me go! Please, no more!" tears were filling her eyes and she saw twinkles of light at the edge of her vision. Osmond let her go and she collapsed on him, her head near his ankles, her legs closing and crossing, her body sliding to his side. Her chest heaved as she struggled to regain her breath, she wanted to be held but her lover was tied down. She put her arms around his legs and hugged him, licking and kissing his ankle.

Osmond smiled, seeing what he had done to her. He hoped it would be able to do it again. The captain was reduced to a quivering mass of spent, satisfied woman. He had done that, with only his mouth! He wanted to touch her; his cock was hard again, the tip pressing against the pirate queen. Osmond shifted his hips and pressed it against her body. "Momma like? Did momma have a nice cum?"

Dahlia shivered in lust at his words, and then laughed. "Oh yes, I liked. It was...oh god; no man has ever made me cum like that. I mean, that hard before. Oh yes, momma liked." Suddenly there was a knocking at the door, a voice calling out. "Captain? Is everything alright in there?"

Dahlia bolted upright on the bed, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THIS GOD DAMNED DOOR!" 

The sound of booted feet running swiftly away followed her commands and both the captive and the captor shared a smile. She laid her body back down on his, swirling her tongue around on his leg.

"I think you broke my pussy Osmond." Dahlia said as she winced and reached down to press on her mound. It just kept throbbing; even now she was still feeling the aftershocks.

Osmond laughed, "That's too bad. I guess that means we are done playing." He wondered, "Why did I say that? Playing?"

His captain moaned, and stretched, her booted feet hitting he headboard. She then noticed the hard cock pressing into her belly. She shifted her weight off of his body, reached down and took the monstrous thing in her hand. She smiled, "Done? Not without fucking this thing, we aren't done. If my pussy wasn't broken before, this will finish it off."

Dahlia remounted the bed, this time with her feet planted on either side of his hips. She faced him and began to squat down on him, her full sweaty breasts hanging down beautifully. With one hand on his stomach to steady herself, the other holding her captive's prick upright, she slowly lowered herself onto it. As she worked it inside her furry mound and between her swollen sensitive folds she shivered and twitched almost uncontrollably. She moaned, a worried sound and a very sexy one to her captive.




The Pirate Queen's Prisoner Ch. 03



Osmond wanted to feel the inside of her pussy, needed the heat and the contact. He had never been within woman before; he was in fact a virgin. For something he had never experienced the captive knew it was a thing he wanted more than anything else at this moment. She would take his virginity, he would be impure for all other decent women after this, but he didn't care. It wasn't his fault, was it? He was tied down, forced to do this. It was rape...wasn't it? Was it wrong to like it? Was it really wrong to want her to continue? Before he could figure it out he felt the more incredible feeling engulf him.

It was warmth, moist slick caressing, constricting and sliding down all over his cock. He threw his head back and moaned. His captain threw her head back and screamed! It was a sound of pleasure and pain and he found he liked it. Osmond moved his hips upwards, pushing the massive cock further up into her body. He saw the effect and was both surprised and pleased.

Dahlia shivered and thrashed uncontrollably, pressing the palms of her hands down to try and still her lover's motion. She was so full of him, so crammed full of his manhood she could scarcely breath. The captain tried to relax, tried to hold still and give her body a chance to adjust, to open to this invader and make it a welcome visitor. It was slow going and then he thrust once again, driving just a bit deeper. She screamed again. "Owe, Stop Osmond! Stop...give momma a moment. It's...too big.... just.... wait!"

"Momma's pussy is too little for her little boy?" Osmond thrust upward once again and his captain screamed muttering incoherently. "You wanted a fucking? Take it! Take it you rapist slut!"

It was driving too deep, hurting her, stretching her. Dahlia remembered her first time, the pain and the blood. This was almost as bad. It was just too much and she suddenly wished she had continued drinking. "Osmond, please. It's hurting me; give me some time to work it in. Don't hurt momma." 

The captive heard her words and his mouth hung open. Don't hurt momma? She had beat him, threatened him, almost killed him and now she begged him not to hurt her. He almost rammed his cock into her hard, nearly began slamming it up into her as deep as he could, but he didn't. She might have intended his first time to be humiliating and brutal, but it wasn't what he wanted. He knew how to coax her, how to play her now, so he did.

"Then get off!" Osmond called to her, "Get off my cock and find me someone who can fuck me. I am sure there must be some woman, a real woman, who can get me inside her. I thought that was you Dahlia, but your not a real woman are you? You're just a little girl."

The captain heard his words and it was her turn to feel embarrassed. She pushed down hard, sinking herself a little further on his cock. She screamed, eased herself up, and pushed down harder. She grunted and then wiggled her hips, pressing her weight down and lowering further. The pirate queen was talking, muttering between screams, but her words made no sense. Osmond moaned and watched, as she began working herself lower and lower like a woman possessed. Soon her musky damp curls were mashing into his, their hips touching. He sighed and moaned, she shivered and howled. 

"It's in", she thought, "I got that big fucking thing in." And she finally felt her body opening. What choice did it have? He wasn't going to break her. She was a real woman, not a little girl.... A little girl? That bastard! She stretched, wiggled her hips, eased up and then thrust down. Her eyes opened wide, she could feel the tip of his cock bumping her cervix, a burning poker deep in her body. It awakened her, gave her focus. He had called her a little girl.

Osmond watched her take him inside her, feeling the wondrous sensations of being inside a woman. He finally knew what all the fuss was about. It was glorious. Then she worked her hips up and let herself fall onto him again and it was heavenly. She did it again and he could feel rough resistance on the tip of his cock. He moaned.

"It's all gone.... all inside my pussy. I'm not a real woman? You called me a little girl? Ha.... where is your cock Osmond?" She smacked him, snapping his head to the side, "Tell momma where your cock is!"

"Inside you. Inside a real woman." He moaned, accepting the smack with a smile.

She humped her hips again harder this time, "It's inside your momma. That makes you a motherfucker. You like fucking your momma, don't you?"

He moaned and started to pump upwards and she let herself fall downwards. Their bodies made wet smacking sounds as they impacted together lustfully. "Oh yes, almost as much as momma likes to get fucked."

She smacked him again and again, but never stopped lifting her hips up and down. Now she moved faster, harder, feeling a tingle in her clit and deep inside her with every penetration. Dahlia made a sound ever time the cock entered her, a grunting animal sound, over and over again. Osmond pushed up into her, making her scream every so often in pain and that only made her slam down harder on him. She tried to land her bottom onto the open gashes on his thigh, and when she managed to do it he winced in pain.

Dahlia was close, quite close to having yet another orgasm. She also knew that Osmond was not as close as she was, not nearly as he had already shot a load partially into her mouth and all over her. The captain worked faster and harder, pounding down on him, trying to cum fast and hard. She was exhausted, sore; she knew this last climax would be enough to sate her considerable carnal appetite. 

Her captive watched her and enjoyed the bouncing of her full breasts. The feel of her slick, tight cunt working up and down on his cock was incredible. He wanted to feel what it would be like to cum inside her this way. He briefly thought that a baby might be made but he didn't care. He wanted to cum inside her, needed to cum inside her. It was more than lust; it was instinct, primal, a cry from the darkest part of his soul.

Dahlia could see him; see the set of his face. She needed more time. The pirate Queen squatted herself up and down hard, the bed groaning under them. She reached up and pinched and tugged on her nipples. "Not yet, wait lover, I'm so close. You are going to make me cum. Don't cum yet, I need you hard in me to cum. Wait.... hold it.... almost.... yes.... yes...yes...Please Osmond, not yet...don't...cum.... almost...there...."

Osmond heard her and tried to relax. "Yes Dahlia, cum on me. Let me feel your pussy cumming all around me." He willed himself not to cum, pushed his mind into a place away from the pleasure. It distracted him. He focused on the pain, the humiliation she made him feel and his need to cum subsided.

Suddenly she screamed again, even louder than she had when he had suckled her to climax. So hard was her downward thrust as the wave of pleasure hit her that below the pair the wooden frame of the bed finally gave way. With a loud snap the bed collapsed, dropping them to the floor. Osmond felt her body spasm and grip him, over and over again. It was like the motions of an inchworm, but all over him. There was a warm rush of fluid, coating him, soothing the sore ache that had built up in his cock from her use. 

She stayed pressed on him, screaming and thrashing, as her pussy finally came all over the huge invader. When she could stand no more she stopped moving, and clenched her muscles as tight was she could as she sat flat against him. Her captive moaned, and tried to pump his hip into her. He looked at her and smiled, she caressed the red handprint on his cheek. "That was wonderful my beautiful boy. You made me feel so good. Are you ready? Are you ready to shoot your spunk inside momma's wet, hot pussy?"

Osmond moaned and said, "Yes, oh yes." She leaded forward and kissed him, and he kissed her back. He groaned as the need to be working his cock in and out of her rose.

The Pirate Queen sat up, looked her captive in the eye and said, "Tough shit!" She planted her feet and rose up and off of his still hard cock. Her legs were like rubber. Dahlia knew she would feel sore for days but she managed to scramble away from the bed. "I said I would stop when I was satisfied. Now I am."

Osmond's eyes went wide. "What? I waited, I held back so you could cum. I didn't even try to hurt you. What the.... you whore!" 

Dahlia laughed at him, "Yeah, you held back and didn't hurt me. You know why? It's because you are weak Osmond, a weak and pathetic fool. That's all you'll ever be good for, a woman's plaything and a fuck toy. You're not even a man!"

Osmond exploded into a rage, "I'll fucking kill you, you cunt!" His captor just turned away, wiggled her ass and stuck it out at him. The navigator yanked his arms forward and heard the sound of wood snapping. He did it again, kicked his feet and the broken frame of the bed under him started to come apart. The navigator pulled his arms in and felt a jerking snap before they swung forward. He pushed himself up, just as his former captor was turning around. He was free.

The Captain's eyes went wide, she tried to rush to the other side of the room but it was no use. The frantic Osmond was on her before she got half way there, grabbing a fist full of her hair and yanking her by it. She was tossed off balance, she had no idea he was so strong. "Osmond, wait...stop...! NO!" 

Dahlia expected a fist to hit her, maybe a knee to slam into her side. What happened surprised her. A hand, as hard as a wooden board, slammed into her plump bottom four times hard. The sound was like a crash of thunder, the pain was like fire and it stole her breath.

Osmond was screaming, "Not a man? Weak? Pathetic, am I?" He pushed her head down and she thought he was going to hurl her to the ground. He didn't. The escaped prisoner instead grabbed her by the hip with his other hand and yanked towards him. This bent her at the waist, his hand gripping her hair so tight and his cock pushing against her. "He's going to have his way with me! He's going to rape me!" Dahlia was stunned and her eyes rolled. She almost laughed at the irony of it all, had she not been afraid.

"Osmond, stop. I'll help you finish; you don't need to do this." His hips where thrusting forward but she was closing her legs and shifting her body from left to right. 

"Fuck you Dahlia, I'm taking what I want!" He roared, and slapped her ass hard again before grabbing her hip once more. This stunned her enough and he felt his cock sinking into his body. He was frantic, enraged; he shoved forward feeling her body start to give way to him.

The Pirate Queen's eyes went wide with panic; she tried to scramble away from her navigator. He had her, he was just too strong and she couldn't escape. He was pushing his way inside her body, against her will, but that wasn't the worst of it. She screamed "NO! OSMOND STOP! That's not my pussy! THAT'S NOT MY PUSSY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The pushing pressure suddenly vanished and the head of Osmond's enormous prick entered his captain's anus. The tight ring of muscles, which had valiantly resisted the invasion for several moments, surrendered their pointless struggle. The doors came down and the attacker came roaring in. The passage was narrow, far too narrow for what was happening. Walls stretched and stretched some more. Dahlia's body burned with pain and pressure. Her navigator's cock was very slick, from her saliva and her sex juices but it only eased the ordeal a little. A kind lover would have gave her time to adjust or stopped when he was asked to, begged to. But Osmond wasn't a kind lover, he was a man she had teased and taunted. Now he had her and he was going to take what he wanted from her. Inside, Dahlia's heart sighed.

At first Osmond didn't realize what was happening, why his cock just wasn't going inside of her. It was only when the head popped past her tight little opening and his cock sunk half way in that he knew where he was. He was inside of her ass, such a dirty, filthy thing to do, a forbidden thing. It was a mortal sin, now he was no better than a sodomite. As enraged as he was, he hesitated.

The captain made a sound that was something between a scream and a squeal. She then flailed her hands into the open air before her, grasping at nothing. Her legs gave out, but her captor's strong hands on her hip and in her hair kept her upright and totally in his control. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly several times before she gasped. Dahlia sucked in air, filled her lungs again, and then screamed once more. Only three men had ever done this to her before, and she had killed the last one because of it. This was not something the pirate queen did often and never willingly. She hated it.... hated it every time it had ever happened... but not this time.

Osmond started to pull out of her slowly and Dahlia turned her head. She looked over her shoulder, flailed back and gripped his arm. The captain closed her hard, digging her nails into his skin and spat out, "N...N...Not a man!" Then she forced herself to smile and it had the desired effect.

"Take it you fucking whore!" He roared as he pushed hard with his hips, yanking her backwards onto his cock. She was silent for a moment, as he tossed her about like a ragdoll. Then she found her breath and screamed over and over as the head penetrated her deeper than any man had ever filled her. Osmond didn't know if he was hurting her and at the moment she didn't care. Osmond grabbed her by both hips, lifted her onto her tippy toes and bottomed out his cock into her ass. When she felt her pussy mashing into his balls the room started spinning, her head lulled like a marionette with its strings cut, and clarity came over her. She wanted this, had wanted this all her life, but no man have ever been strong enough to do it. For the first time in her life, the proud Pirate Queen had something she didn't even know she was looking for. It was this man, this man buried inside of her ass and somehow making her love it. Somehow making her love him as well...that fucker.

If the captain wished to tell Osmond any of the things that were in her heart she could not. Speech was impossible simply breathing was hard enough. Behind her the navigator pumped his hips hard, sending his thick cock ramming in and out of her body. Her asshole burned as it was taken again and again. From her issued nothing but gasps, grunts, screams and moans. She tried to move, tried to wiggle, but he held her in his strong hands, his powerful arms, and he took her just as he wished to. It was glorious. The pain was so powerful, so intense that she only wanted him to cum so that it would be over. Also, she wanted to feel his cum inside her, so then he could hold her after, so that she could know that he was as satisfied as she was. She struggled, fighting to focus her mind, gather her breath. Finally she was able to turn a bit, look over her shoulder into the mad, frantic eyes of her lover and utter two words, over and over again. "Keep going... keep going... Keep Going!"

Dahlia could feel his cock pressing against her pussy inside of her, could feel his balls that hung heavy in the Caribbean heat spanking against her clit so wonderfully. She fought hard against his hold, pushing her bottom backwards, arching her back, so that their bodies might impact more firmly. She spread her legs so that she might part her rump wider to allow him deeper access to the dark, tight and forbidden place within her. Suddenly he slowed, holding her, letting her catch her breath a bit.  

"Where is it? Where is my cock you bitch?"

"In.... in my ass!! Ohhhhhh, it's so deep in my ass."

Osmond smiled and kept pumping; the anger was slow to dissipate. He enjoyed the sounds she made, the feeling that he was hurting her, but he knew deep down that he wasn't. He could feel that she had stopped fighting and was trying to work with him to make it even more intense for both of them. It was clear to him that Dahlia was in fact enjoying this filthy act as much as he was. It was a game, he suddenly realized, as he yanked hard on her hair snapping her head back. "You like it, don't you? You like daddy's cock inside you."

Dahlia moaned with the yank to her hair. Her pussy tingled and wetness filled her slick folds as she heard him speak, his voice full of confidence and power. "Yes...yes... I like it."

Suddenly there was a crack of a slap, as Osmond's hand landed on his captain's ass. She began to squeal, panting wildly. "What do you like, you little spoiled bitch? Tell daddy what you like!"

"I LOVE DADDY'S COCK! I LOVE DADDY TO FUCK ME! I LOVE DADDY TO FUCK MY ASS!" Dahlia screamed out. She began to shiver and twitch, as her pussy suddenly began to spasm in climax. The captain began to whimper as she came, but Osmond didn't stop using her. She knew he wasn't finished, wasn't finished because she had tricked him. As much as he was hurting her, she felt pleasure. She was being punished, her daddy was punishing her, her lover was punishing her. The Pirate Queen muttered, "Don't stop... Don't stop daddy. I want your cum in me... Give me your cum Daddy... Take me! Take what is yours! DADDY!!!" 

Osmond could hold back no longer. With a roar like a lion claiming it's territory he started cumming. Into the tight, dark recesses of her forbidden tunnel the navigator loosed his load. Grunting and moaning, pumping slower and slower, he filled her. All around his shaft bubbles and foam formed, his cum frothed up by the churning of his cock inside of her. He heard his captain grunt, as if in pain, and felt her clenching his cock with her inner muscles. She was whimpering, "yes... yes... give it to me... yes..."

Osmond shivered and gripped her body to his mainly to keep from falling over. It was no use, as her legs had given out long ago. The pair tumbled over, landing on the floor. The navigator's slick cock tumbled out of his captain's body and she moaned out in pain and disappointment.

She started to shiver uncontrollably. "Hold me daddy...please hold me." Strong arms folded around her, as Osmond pulled Dahlia close against his chest. The Pirate Queen was facing away from her former captive and she was thankful for it as she felt the tears run down her face. She was beaten, more than beaten she was destroyed. As they lay together, on the floor of the cabin she knew that she couldn't kill him, knew that she couldn't hurt him anymore. For a long time the pair just laid there, both of then thinking long and hard about all that had just happened. Dahlia wiped away the tears, and sobbed.

Osmond felt her shiver, and heard her mournful cries. "Are you hurt, what's wrong?"

She whispered something, too low for anyone to possibly hear. "What?" He asked.

Dahlia then stiffened and yelled, "I said I love you, you mother fucking bastard. I love you."

Osmond couldn't believe what he was hearing. She loved him. She loved him? She loved him! That made it all right then, didn't it? All the sin, all the things she forced him to do... the things he did to her against her will... was it against her will? Was any of it against anyone's will? I mean, since we love one another, it must be okay?

He smiled and reached out to stroke her head.

"Don't touch me you asshole." She tried to pull away.

"HEY!" he yelled back, "You don't fucking pull away from me. Look at me."

Dahlia turned away, that was the last thing she wanted to do. She hadn't let a man see her cry in years and she wasn't about to start now. Osmond had other plans. He grabbed her and turned her around. 

"Look at me Dahlia. Open your eyes and look at me. Let me see those beautiful eyes." He said.

When she opened them she saw that he was smiling. He leaned forward, kissed her softly and on the lips and said, "I love you too." Dahlia moaned and leaned forward, wanting him to hold her, needing him to hold her. His arms came around and enveloped her, pulled her close and she melted. No one ever held her, not before, not after, never. It made her feel safe; she had forgotten what safe felt like. She cried unashamed into his shoulder.




The Pirate Queen's Prisoner Ch. 03



"What is wrong my love." He asked.

She sniffed, "They are going to hang me, you asshole. When they catch me, they are going to hang me and leave me there for the gulls to pick out my eyes. I need the charts Osmond, and I need to compass too. If you don't give them to me... Please... I... I don't want to die. I'm afraid Osmond. By Christ I am afraid."

Osmond realized she was telling the truth, that he was maybe the first person in years to see her like this. The great Dahlia DeLebron, The Pirate Queen, Captain of the dreaded "Spanish Dancer" weeping and trembling, confessing her fears and begging to be held. Yes, he loved this woman. He wasn't going to let her die. "I'll tell you where they are, on four conditions."

"What?" she replied.

"I have some conditions..."

She blinked and wiped her eyes. "Lets hear them." 

Osmond began, "First, I become your second in command. I want a triple share of whatever haul we take in, that's still half of your share mind you." He saw her nod and continued, "On deck you are my captain but in this cabin there is no rank. We talk as equals; we treat one another with respect. In the bed however, we can play any games we want. Sometimes I might like to be your little boy, but sometimes I'm going to want to be daddy. Understand?"

Dahlia smiled, and nodded. "So, I still get to be mommy, but sometimes my daddy puts me in my place? We take turns, you mean?"

Osmond nodded and she said, "Agreed!"

The new first officer of "Spanish Dancer" stumbled to his feet and began fixing his clothing. He reached down and pulled Dahlia to her feet with him. He then looked down, into her boot and saw there was the hilt of a dagger sticking out of the top. She could have used it at any time, even after he broke free. She hadn't. He smiled and spoke one last time.

"There's one last thing... When we get to our next port I'm giving you a bath and shaving those fucking legs, maybe giving that muff a bit of a trim to boot. A little grooming might make our time a little more enjoyable." Osmond said, as he helped his captain into her dress.

The Pirate Queen smiled at him. She wrestled her breasts back into her dress and went to find fresh laces for it, to replace the ones she'd cut. "I can bloody well wash and shave my own legs."

"No, little girl. Daddy wants to do it." He said, using a stern tone.

As spent as she was, Dahlia shivered, "Yes daddy...oh yes."

~The End~