by Emily Tilton
He could not resist coming around in front of her, his back to Mary, and stroking her pale cheek, where the blood seemed to ebb and flow with the beating of her heart.
“I have a secret to tell, my lady,” he said so softly that the maid behind him, punished for her insolence with a handkerchief in her mouth and the lovely globes of her sweet bosom exposed, could not hear.
“What?” Lady Evangeline whispered. “What is it?”
“I watched you naughty girls last night, in bed, and I listened to your lewd talk. The captain and I—we saw all your randy fun with one another’s little cunts.”
Her lips parted, but no sound emerged. The hue of her whole face had become red as the sunset now.
“The captain likes to make new girls serve the whole crew, but what we saw last night will make him treat you and Mary differently, if you do as I tell you.”
Lady Evangeline’s eyes opened wide, and she nodded desperately.
“You girls are special, because you come from a manor house and yet you need fucking. That intrigues Captain Mountjoy. I think I can make certain he is gentle with you, if you don’t pretend you are too good for a pirate, and you take your whippings like a good girl.”
At the word fucking, Lady Evangeline had taken a sharp breath. Now she bit her lip, her nose wrinkling piteously as Philip spoke of the punishments awaiting a girl who served in the captain’s bed.
The sympathy he felt for her innocence, despite the wanton flame that drew him so strongly, decided him on a gentle approach. He did, however, need to make sure he could have confidence in the assurances he intended to make to the captain concerning her conduct. Her nods and even her words would not serve that purpose: only one way to ascertain her willingness to follow his instructions seemed possible, and Philip had no objection to it.
He began to unbutton his breeches, still looking into Lady Evangeline’s eyes as he reached into his codpiece and took out his hard prick before she could even understand what he meant to do.
The noble girl looked away, shutting her eyes tightly. “What are you doing?” she gasped.
Behind him, perhaps seeing his hands at his waist, Mary gave a muffled cry of protest.
“My lady,” Philip said. “If you mean to do as I tell you, you must suck the prick this instant to show me you can do as you are told with a man’s stiff tool. I shall teach you to please me, and you will show the captain you can please him, too.”
Lady Evangeline’s brow furrowed deeply, and her face glowed in the twilight filtering into the captain’s quarters. Philip’s cock seemed to grow even further at the sweet sight of her confusion as she beheld a man’s prick for the first time.
“Come now,” he said much more gently. “You seemed as if you might die, last night, if you did not get to behold what a man has between his legs, and feel it inside you.”
The lovely girl bit her lip and turned her blue eyes up to him beseechingly. A muffled, inquisitive cry came from Mary, as if the loyal maid worried that Philip would injure her mistress. He turned a little, keeping his erect cock close to Lady Evangeline’s face so that she would not think he had granted her a reprieve, as to the necessity of submitting to the shameful task. He looked into Mary’s widening eyes as she realized what he had done, and what he demanded of his noble captive. The maid’s face went as red as the mistress’, and Mary shook her head violently.
“Oh, Mary...” Lady Evangeline said in a small voice. “He knows. He knows about last night. He and the captain were watching.”
Philip felt his eyebrows go up in surprise: he hadn’t expected that Lady Evangeline would have the brazen daring to admit that Philip had acquired such an intimate understanding of her lewd character.
“I do,” he confirmed. “I know you’ve had a prick inside you, Mary, and I know her ladyship envies you for it. So I shall make her nearly equal with you, now. She shall suck the tool while you watch.”
He returned his attention to Lady Evangeline, putting his left hand upon her chin and holding it gently. “Open your mouth, now, my lady. If you wish my assistance, you must show you can learn to please me.”
Philip would not have said such a degrading thing, he told himself, if the beautiful girl had not had in her eyes precisely the same wantonness he had seen there the night before. She had spirit: she had run away, and one of the reasons she had run away, it seemed entirely clear, lay in the wicked desire between her thighs. Lady Evangeline’s lips parted and she took a sharp little breath, then let it out with a sound between a whimper and a sob.
He brought the head of his prick closer to the slightly open mouth, held her chin a little more firmly. His hard shaft felt like an iron bar in his hand as he took in the lewd sight of an earl’s daughter made to contemplate her virtue’s downfall.
“Mary?” she whispered. “Must I?”
The maid emitted a little sound through the handkerchief that might have been helpless confusion and might have been reluctant acquiescence, but Philip had eyes only for Lady Evangeline.
“You must, sweet girl,” he said. “Open your mouth wider and do as I say.”
Her lips closed, though, and she bit the lower one. Another whimper emerged from her chest, and Philip almost squeezed her chin harder, to force her mouth open, so hot did the blood flow in his veins. Then, to his delight, Lady Evangeline, her eyes fixed on the hard tool of the first mate, opened her mouth wide.
With a grunt of satisfaction that seemed to come from as far down his body as the exquisite pleasure the beautiful heiress gave with her virgin mouth, Philip thrust his prick gently inside her little mouth, filling it completely. Her pretty blue eyes looked up at him, so full of hope that she would earn his aid in making the girls’ life aboard Royal Anne easier that his heart seemed to feel the same amorous frisson his manhood felt.
Mary made a little sound. Even through the handkerchief the maid’s whimper seemed to express her own sexual need along with the distress of seeing her mistress made to suck a pirate cock. Philip didn’t even glance over at the other girl, though; his own eyes had locked upon Evangeline’s—how could he think of her as Lady Evangeline now? He put out his right hand to stroke her soft cheek with the backs of his knuckles and he thrust his hips gently to make certain the girl began to understand, noble though she was, what it meant to please a man this way and how much of her service would be demanded.
A little sound of alarm came from Evangeline’s throat, as if at the way Philip’s massive prick pressed deeper and deeper inside, and her eyes grew troubled. He knew though that he would do her no favor by treating her over gently, this first time she sucked the penis. If he were to succeed in his aim of sparing the girls the cruelest excesses of a pirate crew long enough to seek the aid he meant to seek, she certainly must learn to please well with her mouth.
“That’s it, girl. That’s it, my lady,” he murmured, beginning to teach her more urgently. “I shall spend soon, since you look so pretty with the prick there. Take it now.”
Evangeline made muffled sounds of alarm with each thrust as Philip’s hips moved in a rapid rhythm. He let his hand find its way into the tresses of her yellow hair, holding her still as he fucked her face. At the same time, to his delight, he saw that the noble girl could not keep her own backside still: she moved upon the chair in an almost sympathetic cadence with the motions of the first penis she had ever had inside her.
He had meant to go on a little longer before bestowing the ambiguous reward of his seed inside her lovely young mouth, for the lewd pleasure of enjoying her thus felt so heavenly. The sight, however, of her evident need for more, and the thought of how shamefully Evangeline displayed that need in front of her maid, sent an irrepressible thrill seething from his balls.
“Oh, you need it, don’t you, sweet girl. Yes. Keep sucking. Take it nice and deep now and I shall spend. Swallow it all down and I shall be a trusty friend to you, where the captain is concerned. You will give your maidenhead to none but me.”
Philip’s wo
rds came in a flow of amorous passion that he could not control, so much lust did Evangeline’s mouth and the sight of her bound to the chair and sucking his prick call up in him. A final muffled cry of mingled frustration and sorrow came from Mary, as if at the sight of a man using her mistress thus ignobly and at the sound of his promise to deflower her with his baseborn prick. The maid’s whimpering protest sent Philip over the edge of his ecstasy and he began to spend inside Evangeline’s mouth.
The earl’s daughter for her part had moaned, positively moaned, when Philip pronounced his intention to be the one to fuck her first. Now she did swallow, her face very red at the indignity of receiving a man’s seed thus—but perhaps also, he thought, at the shameful passion he had roused with his words.
Silence reigned within the captain’s quarters, then, but the cries of the seamen as they turned the capstan to warp the Royal Anne toward her anchor, dropped a few hundred yards out into the harbor, came louder now. Philip pulled his prick from Evangeline’s pretty mouth and looked down into her pleading eyes.
“You did very well, girl,” he said, stroking her cheek. “You are learning.”
Mary let out another muffled sound of indignation at that, whether at the freedom of Philip saying girl rather than my lady or at his implication that sucking the prick represented a fit lesson for a noble heiress. He turned to the maid, and saw how lewdly attractive the freeing of her breasts made her. When the captain saw Mary Smith, Philip felt sure, he would approve of his first mate’s idea for humbling the young woman.
He would also, Philip thought, wonder why Evangeline’s bosom remained primly bound into her stays. Nor did the first mate think it would serve the lovely girl ill to undergo the same kind of humbling her maid did. Most compellingly of all, Philip thought he had no duty to refrain from enjoying the feeling of her young breasts in his hands before he returned to duty on deck.
Rubbing the head of his still half-erect prick against Evangeline’s cheek with his left hand, to teach her the ways of a man’s wicked pleasure, he fetched out his knife with his right and quickly cut the laces of her gown. Evangeline gave a little cry of alarm as her sweet hillocks emerged from hiding and Philip commenced to fondle them, moving his cockhead downward to brush against the firm globes and rub a trace of his seed upon them.
“You said you wouldn’t!” she whispered. Mary’s noises behind him seemed to indicate the maid labored under the same misimpression.
“I did not, girl,” he said roughly. “I said I would teach you to avoid the brutal treatment of the crew. That begins with making these sweet titties ready for the captain to examine.”
He put his prick away in his codpiece reluctantly, then, stepping back so he could look both young women in the eye.
“I know you think I mean you harm, but if you do as I say, I believe you will make your escape after all, though not the way you wished to yesterday.”
Chapter Five
Captain Mountjoy and Philip Norris returned to fetch Evangeline and Mary an hour later. The ship had rocked and creaked under them in a different rhythm for the previous few minutes, making Evangeline certain that they had begun to sail out into the broad harbor, though the chair to which Philip had bound her faced away from the windows at the ship’s stern.
The captain’s face showed a wolfish amusement as he approached the girls, with the first mate behind him. Evangeline felt the heat suffuse her cheeks as she remembered what he had done in her mouth... what he had made her do in hope of his assistance... the way she had moved uncontrollably in the chair as his prick thrust between her lips.
“A fine idea, lad,” said the captain, his eyes glittering, “to free their bosoms.”
He stepped close to Evangeline and reached his hands down to fondle her breasts. She cried out at the terrible liberty, and struggled with her hands and shoulders against the rope with which Philip had bound her wrists, but the pirate captain paid her protests not the slightest attention.
Evangeline could scarcely believe how degrading the man’s fingers felt upon her tender flesh as he squeezed the two little apples firmly, looking down into her eyes all the while with a cruel smile, as if he wished to ensure she experienced as much abasement as he could possibly inflict—as if he enjoyed humiliating her, but not so much that the pleasure could make any special claim upon him. His thumbs moved across her nipples and she felt to her horror how he could make them tingle, make them rise, make them awaken the wanton need down below where she thought her gown and petticoat should protect her.
“I used her ladyship’s mouth, as well,” Philip said.
Evangeline had held her tongue until then, though her breathing had grown labored in her nostrils, but this evident betrayal by the man whom she had despite his shameful use of her begun to trust made her cry out.
“How... how...” she demanded, turning her eyes past the awful captain to look at the first mate. She couldn’t think of any second word, though, for How could you? seemed an impossibly lame question under the humiliating circumstances. For a moment, before his captain turned to look at him, Philip seemed to look into Evangeline’s eyes with an expression beseeching her to trust him, but then it vanished as Captain Mountjoy glanced over inquiringly.
“Was she good? Did you use the maid, too? I cannot recall if she said she had sucked the prick, last night. Come, let’s see.”
Abruptly, the captain let go of Evangeline’s breasts, so that she could not suppress a little cry, to have the stimulation so removed. The captain turned back to her at the sound, looking down with what seemed to her a more naked look of hunger, so that Evangeline feared he might suddenly leap upon her and destroy the remnants of her virtue in a moment.
Philip laughed, then. “She needs it, doesn’t she?” he said in a jocular tone that seemed to break in upon the older man’s lust. Evangeline thought perhaps she could discern in the first mate’s words a sort of delicate strategy, to turn his captain’s mood in a direction less cruel and dangerous.
The first taste she had ever had of a man’s seed burned still in her throat, and the wicked, musky scent of his private parts seemed to cling about her. Evangeline felt, though, as she began to understand Philip’s intent, that the shameful idea of serving him that way, so monstrous and yet somehow also so thrilling, seemed the sort of dangerous adventure for which she had longed.
“No!” she cried, though, partly out of real indignation at Philip’s words and partly out of a sense that such a response could further his design.
“Does she now?” Captain Mountjoy asked musingly, the left side of his mouth curving up in a mocking half-smile. “Well, my lady, you shall certainly have it, in your little mouth, and up your pretty cunt and your sweet young arse. You and your maid will be well broken in before we are many days at sea.”
Mary gave a cry of fear through the handkerchief in her mouth, and Evangeline felt her forehead crease, but she tried to regard the captain with an expression suitable to a girl who might learn to please.
“Make her watch you in the maid’s mouth,” Philip suggested, a studied lewdness coming into his voice. “Then try hers. You can choose where to spend.”
The captain laughed. “I like the way you think, lad. Lift her ladyship’s skirts for me, so I can look at her cunt while I have my fun. I’ll lift Mary’s myself.”
Evangeline watched in mingled horror and helpless fascination as the captain stepped away from her toward Mary, who looked up at him with frightened eyes that went now and again to Philip, and then Evangeline. The mistress tried to communicate in her gaze that Mary should trust the first mate, as Evangeline herself had begun to do. She could not say precisely why, but the idea that perhaps Philip had not wanted to become a pirate, and might find his own means of escape in theirs, had taken hold of her. Perhaps she merely wished to believe in his truth and fidelity, but had they any other choice?
More, she understood as she watched Captain Mountjoy take his enormous manhood from his codpiece, the waywardness that h
ad led to her wicked seduction of Mary the previous night seemed only to have grown. Now that real men with real pricks had taken charge of them, the terrifying threat of being broken in had to it a fevered, morbid kind of attraction against which Evangeline found herself fighting in vain.
She realized then that Philip had moved behind her chair, and that his hands had reached down around her to take hold of her skirts. Instinctively she struggled as he began to raise her gown and her petticoat and even her chemise all at once, but her squirming on the chair and especially the kicking of her legs only made the first mate’s task easier.
Mary’s eyes were wild as Evangeline stared at her, the maid’s gaze fixed on the places Philip now began to expose. The captain tugged the handkerchief out from between Mary’s lips, and laid his long fingers upon her chin to turn her toward the prick he held in his other hand. Evangeline expected the cruel pirate to shove himself inside, to replace the handkerchief with his rigid manhood, and the very idea, to her horror, made her own hips buck on the chair, her bottom squirming with the shameful sensation in her cunny that accompanied the terrible thought.
Captain Mountjoy did not force his hardness into Mary’s mouth though, but merely looked down into her frightened eyes as he held her chin steady. Then, to Evangeline’s distress, he turned the maid’s face to look at her mistress. Phillip had Evangeline’s skirts and chemise all the way up over her waist, now, and the aspect of Mary’s face as she saw her noble mistress thus shamefully exposed made Evangeline feel faint.
For just as Evangeline could not help herself from wanting to watch Mary suck the pirate captain’s prick, she could see that her maid wished to watch Philip demonstrate further how much the earl’s daughter needed a fucking from a stout penis. The two girls’ eyes locked upon each other’s faces, and the mutuality of their waywardness and their shame brought Evangeline to the edge of a swoon, from which Captain Mountjoy’s laughter suddenly recalled her.
