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BOOTY: Captive Women on a Slave Ship
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The
ship was moving steadily in the warm Pacific breeze. Just a few men were
tending her as she moved as rapidly as she could under three quarter sail.
Pursuit was likely after the plundered ship recovered from the predawn attack
and, with the pirates busy ‘entertaining’ their new captives, there were more
important matters at hand than climbing around masts setting jibbing and other
auxiliary sail.
‘Cap’
Jencks was disappointed with the haul, but at least his loss of men was
minimal. They struck at dawn, catching that fancy vessel with its high class
passengers totally unaware. If it wasn’t for them dandy ladies and gentlemen
having their precious possessions with them the whole mission would have been a
‘bust’—well, not totally. Those ladies
would bring a King’s ransom, or, the ones without rich benefactors would bring
a good price on the slave market.
Female
captives sold on the
Of
course, when freedom finally became reality, it might be hard to hard to
explain away the brat in her arms, or belly, depending on how long she’d been
held in the company of such an appreciative and bawdy pirate crew. Also, if
she’d managed to be freed before starting to show, no doubt she’d spend many
anxious months awaiting the childbirth. It take a lot of convincing that she’d
been the unspoiled goods she’d alleged when she was safely back in her man’s
arms.
***
One,
bestial, hairy man wrapped his burly arms around the petite girl’s slim mid
section, tossing her, struggling and kicking, onto the taunt canvas covering a
lifeboat stored on the open deck. Not a one of the crew was aware of the other
one, a young female equally as desirable who was hiding only inches away, a red
haired version of who they were violating these very moments.
The
stowaway, the one they didn’t even know existed, had craftily eluded capture
when their voyage was overrun and now was hiding in the bottom of the lifeboat
beneath the same taunt covering supporting the body of her helplessly
overpowered golden haired friend. That canvas, although straining from the
struggles going on, held firm, sparing the cowering girl, hidden underneath.
“Oh
how she wanted to rescue her traveling companion from those violent men, the
vibrant young girl who was suffering such horrible indignities. But what good
could possibly come from two of them being involved in the melee rather than
one? Two to share a similar plight, wouldn’t that would be the inevitable
result of such wasted bravery.”
The
men swarmed over her friend’s defenseless body like bees after honey. On the
canvas that in reality was about to become a sacrificial altar, the evil doers
ripped the remaining night clothes from the girl’s pleading body and pried her
youthful legs apart.
Cap’n
wondered why it always was one of the most endowed men they allow the ‘so
called’ privilege of being first with one like this. He felt almost sickening
pity as he watched this child/woman, her bluer than blue eyes opened wide with
fear as she caught sight of that huge organ of his, knowing with hopeless dread
exactly where he intended to make it fit.
Cap’n
watched as the debauchery continued, his eyes glued with sickened fascination
as her lower body struggled futilely to escape that inordinately large
instrument that was forcing its way into her. Her moan became a guttural
acceptance of the inevitable as she realized her struggling was making the
penetration all the easier--the grunting, rutting animal forcing his way as
quick and deep as her unwilling ‘adjustments’ would allow.
He
was enjoying the best of a long string of beauties like this one. There were
fancy ladies in billowing dresses and fancy finery, even young girls previously
untouched by another man’s lust. There was a young nun. Fresh from her vows,
she hadn’t even been a virgin like she should have been.
This
one, young as she looked, had known another man’s cock too. He was almost glad she had, it making things
easier for him. She was even too afraid of what was starting to go into her
that she couldn’t even hate him. Fear was the only emotion racking this little
jewel right now.
****
Cap’n
was still watching, his sympathetic thoughts captivated by the defilement going
on before his very eyes. The erection, horribly big for such a pretty girl, was
partially in her by now, yet so much remaining. She, the young innocent with a
body so beautiful it never would accept filth like him, except stolen lust like
what was happening right then.
The
blonde victim was beyond tears or even struggling anymore. Her face turned to
the side as far away from this beast as it could be, she’d aligned her body for
intercourse, allowing a straighter course for that damning piston now coursing
its way in and out of her horribly violated body. Nothing was going to stop
what this man was doing to her and it didn’t hurt quite as much if she tilted
her pelvis, timing her timid movements to his savage thrusts.
Instinctively,
no matter how young and inexperienced the girl, that acceptant reaction to the
rape always happened. In a reaction as old as procreation itself, her violated
body would begin to move in short little upward rhythms in reaction to the deep
plunging. Withdrawing, then back again, enjoying continuous carnal delight, the
beast would grunt out his enjoyment as the terribly violated little flower
would moan out her surrender.
The
assisting plunderers would whoop and holler happily when the woman, girl in
this case, began to move her hips like that, a sure sign in their demented
minds that the hapless victim was beginning to enjoy what was happening to her
now. Of course that might or might not have been an accurate presumption, since
those same movements usually began, at least, as a painful acknowledgement that
the forced fuck wasn’t quite as uncomfortable if her body moved in unison with
the man on top of her, timing the movement of her hips to his violent plundering.
Each
of this evil colony of mixed races and ages, would be eagerly anticipating his
turn at this fine woman (or girl), one who wouldn’t give a man-jack of them so
much as the time of day under ordinary circumstances. He would find himself urging
the laboring rapist to hurry, anxious, maybe even fighting to be next. Wouldn’t
it be better to get the pretty little thing soon while she’s still got a little
life in her, not all worn out from maybe half a dozen men before him?
Cap’n
knew there was no way to prevent what was happening now, this poor, virginal
young girl, the one about the same age as his daughter back home, the one currently
being ravished by one, and soon half a
dozen more of his motley crew.
He watched with morbid fascination as the crew
member they called ‘
Struggling
under his hulk of a body, with every protesting, evading movement she made, it
seemed a little more of him disappeared into the fluttering butterfly.
With
three men holding her fragile body, even though the girl fought valiantly to
keep this hairy beast from having her, resistance proved futile. Given enough
incentive, no obstacle is so great it can’t be overcome. The young girl’s valiant struggles, her rapist’s
inordinate endowment, her pubescent tightness, none of those factors could deny
the bestial coupling. With yet another female captive it was once again being
proved that given enough incentive, no obstacle was so great it couldn’t be
overcome.
He
had her now. Her long slim legs gradually raising and coming farther apart, his
huge manhood was past any resistance at all now, slowly disappearing until
unbelievably, all that remained showing was his two large testicles and that
hairy butt that was pushing up into the best he’d ever had.
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“God,
help me! No! Oh, someone pleeze help me. OH! No, not that! No, no!”
The
struggling going on over Trish’s hiding place was slowing some, her beleaguered
friend obviously losing her strength, gradually yielding to the bestial
violation of her femininity.
“Ah,
that’s it; get her legs spread nice and wide. Look at that snatch. Lucky Petra,
you got yourself a prime one there. She’s so young she ain’t got
hardly no hair on that little snatch at all.”
It
was obvious they’d be having their way with the poor girl any second now. With
all her heart Trish wanted to help her friend but knew she’d only provide
another victim for the animals to plunder if she should make her presence
known.
The
struggling was nearly subsiding now, just hapless little fluttering, a young
girl’s broken gasps and a man’s heavy, guttural grunts.
His
broken sentences reeked of his rutting efforts,
the victory he was achieving and the pleasure he was receiving from this
little jewel, not quite a woman and yet still not a child.
“That’s
it little Dolly. Your struggling is making it go in real nice. You’re tight,
but I can tell you sure as hell ain’t been saving up for your wedding day. Hard
as it is getting into your little pussy, I can tell you’ve never had one like
me before. Get those legs up. It’ll go easier for you that way.”
Her
reluctant surrender was signaled by sound emitting from deep with her vocal
chords, guttural, trailing off into a soft moan as the violation became
completed.
Oh
God—not thiiiisss!
***
For
moments, the canvas separating what was happening directly over the frightened,
cowering girl hidden below was still.
Her friend’s voice shrill in its panic and discomfort, gave a vivid
accounting for the delay.
“He’s
in. My God, you’re all way inside.”
He’d
been resting, preparing for more of his heady violation of innocence and
purity. Now the canvas was moving under their weight again, the rippling motion
keeping cadence with his grunts, her moans. The pace was quickening, the
unlikely couple’s motion growing steady and repetitive.
His
voice was inflected with the decadent bliss of what he’d accomplished.
“You’re
liking this now, aren’t you my little one. Ah, how
nice and tight you are.”
Her
pale face framing those sky blue eyes, looked up so pleadingly and helpless
underneath the bulk of this man so much older and bigger than she. Of course
Trish, her eyes streaming with sympathetic tears over her friend’s plight,
couldn’t know this, but she sensed it anyway.
He
was looking down at the most lovely treasure he’d ever plundered. Jill’s eyes
closed and she turned her face away. The need for verbal exchange no longer was
necessary. The one on top, the man doing this to her wasn’t going to stop, no
matter what she said.
“Hummph!”
He’d
groan as his hips rammed his massive erection into such a cringing little body.
“You’re a tight little bitch.”
She’d
gasp as her horribly violated young body would jolt ahead from his battering
thrust.
“Hummph.”
“Gasp”
“That’s
it--you’re enjoying your big man now aren’t you, little Dolly?”“
Impervious
to his verbal exchange, she’d gasp with every thrust as her body would jolt
forward.
Look
at they way your little hips are moving.”
“Hummph!” “gasp” Hummph!” “gasp” Hummph” ‘gasp”
The
rocking of the lifeboat in its deck moorings, the rapist’s pleasure grunts and
the rippling motions of the canvas cover established a steady rhythm now. With
each of his plunging thrusts and accompanying grunts of pleasure, the petite
female grotesquely attached to his mammoth sex gasped as her body jolted
forward and away from the huge man’s battering desecration.
It
appeared that the canvas might give way as the thrusting and jolting increased
to almost violent intensity, her friend’s voice keeping time with the motion.
“No...No...No...No…No!”
“Ohhhhhhhh!!!”
Gasp “Noooooooo!”
But all the protest in the world couldn’t stop
what had already happened—what was happening now.
Tears of sympathy flowed from Trish’s eyes
with the frustration of knowing she was helpless to do a single thing to help
her friend. There was momentary relief when she realized the movement above had
subsided.
After
Petra’s organ was fully contained, he’d made agonizingly slow hip movements to
get things going. It was then the girl with the long. golden blonde curls
turned her face towards his, eyes opened as if to study who was doing this to
her. Those pretty blue eyes were strained from the effort of all this, but took
on a look of determination.
She
closed her eyes again, turning her head as far away from the slobbering,
grunting man as she could. That’s when Cap’n started wondering if the girl
might actually have started to enjoy what was happening. The men were noticing
too because that’s when the shouting and hollering really intensified.
“The
little bitch is enjoying all this. Look at her move that little ass of hers. Hurry
up and shot that load of yours into her tight little snatch so the rest of us
can have a crack at her.”
She
wasn’t backing away anymore, no, not in the least. Now her slim body was
pushing up off that canvas to meet his every thrust, not much movement, but
definitely little upward jerks timed with each of his violent plunges.
It
was an eerie rhythm, the jerky little movement of her hips to meet his
inordinately large body, her just maturing body bolting forward with each
ramming thrust. Cap’n just couldn’t be sure if she was really beginning to
enjoy this improbable forced mating like the crew believed. Maybe the young
girl was a better actor than most, fooling them all.
Most
often with a young girl like her and these damnable rapes she’s found a way to relieve the pain and discomfort of
the forced violation, lining the target up with the arrow so to speak.
Petra
was finishing. His pace was quickening, his plunges spastic, his grunting
intensified. What was missing of course was his conquest’s enthusiasm. She was
lying there expressionless and mostly submissive except for those guttural
moans and winces every time he rammed that huge thing in and out on its rapist
mission.
An
observer might think this doll-like young thing was dead or unconscious if it
wasn’t for those little alignments. Those unenthused little ‘rocking’s’ her
hips were making. The movement that made
him not hurt so much. Was it because what this beast was doing to her was
actually beginning to feel good? She didn’t want anyone to know she could enjoy
something like this? Didn’t her pelvis tilt slightly and her arms move just a
little like she wanted to hold him close at just about the time he started
spewing his load into her?
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Author’s comment: I hope you’ve enjoyed
the first pages of this sexy novel. You’ve just touched the tip of the iceberg,
though, my friend. There are over a hundred more pages to go even more exciting
than what you’ve just read.
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