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.
"Lift those legs and spread them wide, Philip," the pirate said. "We shall have to shave that cunt soon, of course, but it already looks a dainty morsel."
Evangeline felt all the blood in her body rush to her face, though of how her cunny could feel so warm at the same time she had no idea. She did not wish to speak, and give the captain the satisfaction of knowing how his shameful words affected her, but she could not help it: the words burst from her lips.
"What do you mean, sir? Shave… that part?"
Philip answered her, at the same time he leaned down again, with his arms about the chair, and she felt his hands doing the captain's bidding by taking hold of her legs under the knee.
"We shave all the cunts aboard the Royal Anne, my lady," he said, "and we place a small marker above a girl's slit, so that other pirates will return her to us. A girl understands her place better when she is bare between her legs, and can see she belongs to the ship."
Evangeline's breath came in little pants. "Marker?" she whispered. She looked again at Mary, whose troubled face seemed to show that if she had not closed her lips so tightly, to avoid the rigid prick that hovered near her cheek, she would have given a cry of protest.
"My lady shall have a small letter A tattooed just above her cunt, tomorrow," the captain said in an amused voice, "just like her maid."
Mary shook her head at that, or tried to, with Captain Mountjoy holding her chin firmly in his grasp. Evangeline felt her cunny give another spasm at the sight of the massive penis so near the little mouth and the thought that Mary must soon receive it there, just as her mistress had done. It was all Evangeline could do to keep from crying out as her bottom squirmed upon the hard wood of the chair.
"Look Mary," said the captain. "Look at your mistress' sweet little cunt. Do you not think it will appear to much better advantage when we have removed those curls? Kiss the prick, now. There's a good girl. We shall all have a great deal of fun, breaking in her ladyship's young cunt, as yours was broken in by that servant."
Philip held Evangeline's knees wide, and she could almost feel her maid's eyes, doing the bidding of the pirate and having a good look at her mistress' virgin cunny. She whimpered at the phantom sensation, as if Mary were again, at Evangeline's wicked command, caressing her lewdly there.
As if that meek, needy sound had broken Mary's virtuous resolve not to give into her body's base urges, the maid pursed her lips, and turned them towards the captain's rigid prick. Mary's eyes did not depart from the shameful sight of Evangeline's spread thighs, the curls that it seemed must soon be taken away from both of them, according to the wicked custom of the Royal Anne.
"That's it, girl," growled Captain Mountjoy. "Now open those lips and let me have my way, and perhaps Philip will show you what a man's hand can do between a young lady's legs, when her skirts are up."
It was Mary's turn to whimper, then, the idea of Philip caressing her mistress perhaps carrying with it as much helpless excitement for her as it did shame. In her maid's eyes Evangeline could see that the girl struggled now against the same terrible, wanton desires her mistress did: just as Evangeline could not help wishing to see Mary suck the captain's cock, as shameful as that would be, Mary could not help longing to watch the first mate's big, masculine hand work Evangeline's cunny upon its strong, skillful fingers.
The earl's daughter gave a little cry: Philip had moved his right hand up from the back of Evangeline's knee, still keeping her thighs spread but curling his fingertips around so that they almost grazed the sensate coral lips that nestled so demurely among the golden curls of her cunny.
Mary took a gasping, whimpery breath, and opened her mouth. The captain put his hand in her hair and kept her face still so that he could drive his hardness deep between her lips. Evangeline moaned at the sight, feeling her cunny clench and knowing they all would see it: the captain as he commenced fucking Mary's face, Mary as she gave that wicked pleasure, and worst of all Philip as he touched her down there for the first time, claiming her with his knowing fingers, in sympathy with his captain's use of the other girl's mouth.
Chapter 6
Evangeline's cunt felt heavenly on Philip's gently probing fingertips. The sweet, tender lips he rubbed gently up and down, so well lubricated with her wanton need, felt like one might imagine silken butterfly-wings felt. Her wanton response to his touch, the bucking of her hips on the oaken chair and the squirming of her bottom in his hand, enhanced the sensation so greatly that he felt his prick might burst from his codpiece.
The memory of her lips upon his hardness, of the delight of thrusting in and out of her virgin mouth, did nothing to lessen his arousal, either. As Philip watched the captain teaching Mary to do the same, he longed for the return of Evangeline's delicious service to his own prick.
"See, Mary?" asked Captain Mountjoy teasingly. "That's what befalls good girls who suck well. Ah. I shall go deep now. Try to receive me without gagging. Good. You only gagged a little… there, again. Take it, now."
Evangeline whimpered as she watched, and Philip encouraged her wicked passion to see her maid shamefully used by a pirate prick. The captain knew well how to teach a young woman her mouth's duty to his manhood: he held Mary's head firmly and thrust the rigid shaft between her lips and over her tongue with all the mastery of a man who had taught a similar lesson to a hundred girls.
"Is she learning, captain?" Philip inquired, his daring plan for sparing the girls the worst excesses of a pirate crew making his heart thud in his chest even faster than the lewd scene would have done on its own account.
"Yes, lad. Very well."
"Shall you try this one, and see if I have taught her anything?"
The light Philip had hoped to see in his captain's eyes did awaken there. The first mate could see that the seed of the idea he hoped Captain Mountjoy would chance upon as if it were his own had just taken root.
"Indeed, let us discover whether an heiress can learn to suck the prick properly." He withdrew his cock from Mary's mouth and brandished it in his hand as he crossed the yard or so between the two chairs, to where Philip held Evangeline's legs wide, caressing her virgin cunt so that she rode the hard oak seat almost as if she sat upon a lover's hardness.
The noble girl mewed through closed lips as the captain brought his prick closer to her face.
"Touch the clit, lad," he said. "Just a bit."
Yes, the captain had definitely taken up the hint Philip had left. Mountjoy was a man who liked a contest, and who liked training girls for the prick's enjoyment. The prospect of the two together, Philip, though might well prove enticing enough to spare Evangeline some of what a more ordinary girl would experience aboard a pirate vessel.
The first mate obeyed the captain's command, rubbing the tip of his middle finger just where he knew Evangeline needed it the most. She cried out, and squirmed desperately, and then with even greater urgency when Philip took his finger away.
"I wager," Philip began, as if he had just thought of it, "you can bring her to beg to suck every prick on this ship." Then, as if in an afterthought, he added, "The maid, too."
"Shall I bet against myself, then?" the captain asked, laughing. He rubbed
the glistening head of his tool across Evangeline's lips, just as Philip returned his fingertips to her dainty clitoris. Evangeline gasped, and a panicked look crossed her eyes, as if she thought the pirate would shove his hardness between her lips.
But Captain Mountjoy leaned back a little, instead, pumping his prick and lifting the girl's chin on the fingers of his other hand. A deep crease appeared on Evangeline's forehead as she looked up at him, shutting her lips tightly once again and drawing them into a tight line between her teeth.
"I would never never bet against you, sir, at any rate—but perhaps that dog Mulroy would?"
The captain's eyes darted from Evangeline's troubled face to Philip for an instant, and the first mate had the gratification of seeing a cunning light, there. Mountjoy was a man who did not like even those he trusted to know too much of his mind, however, and he covered the glint of interest with nonchalance as he returned his attention to Evangeline.
"Well, let's see if she'll beg to suck her second prick, at least," he said, chuckling.
Philip glanced at Mary, and saw in her wide eyes that the maid thought she understood his intention. He could not discern, though, from Evangeline's own expression whether the noble girl, too, grasped what he had meant for her ears, even as his more overt meaning reached the captain's. He wished he could see the expression upon her face, but the whimpers she emitted through her closed lips seemed perhaps promising: as Philip caressed her with the fingers of the hand beneath her thigh, so that the captain's wolfish eyes could see the lewd stimulation of her pretty virgin quim, Evangeline's gasping whines seemed to take on a new tone, lifting in pitch at the end in an inquisitive, pleading way.
"Is this what you want, you little whore?" Captain Mountjoy asked. "My prick, to compare with young Philip's? Do you already love cocksucking so much?"
Inwardly, Philip hoped almost beyond hope that something in Evangeline had understood his plan. Looking over at Mary, he could see in the maid's troubled eyes and furrowed brow the same hope.
Evangeline shook her head, just as Philip would have her do—but also just as she would do if she simply wished, desperately, not to be made to have the captain's hardness in her mouth.
"Take your hand away, lad," commanded Mountjoy, "but hold the knees open wide so I can see the cunt."
Philip obeyed, his heart beating faster. If Evangeline understood…
She let out a moan from deep in her chest, and she whispered, "Please… Please, sir. I'll do it. Please, sir, I want to suck it."
"There," Mountjoy said with satisfaction. "Open your mouth and put your tongue out like a good girl, then. Your cunt looks very pretty, but perhaps we shall have to keep it needy for some time yet, though you and your made must be stripped and whipped this evening at all events."
Panting with unquenched desire, Evangeline obeyed the pirate. She opened her ruby lips wide and put out her dear little tongue. Philip caught his breath at the sheer lewd degradation of the sight, as the captain laid the purple head of his enormous tool on the tender pink intimacy she offered him. Mountjoy used his hand to jostle his prick a little, as if to tell the noble girl that he would do exactly as he pleased with her inexperienced mouth. Evangeline whimpered in response, and her bottom squirmed, pressing against Philip's restraint as if in desperation for fulfillment.
The captain chuckled. "You're an impatient one, aren't you, girl? I'll give you what you need."
He put both hands on her lovely blonde hair, then, and drove his prick deep inside her mouth, as the startled Evangeline cried out around the thrusting shaft.
"Go ahead and let her spend, lad," the captain said. "It will make her easier to train."
Philip took his right hand from behind Evangeline's knee and, as Mary made a needy little sound from her own chair at the sight, he began to caress the earl's daughter urgently, right upon her warm little clitoris. Evangeline moaned, as meanwhile Mountjoy began to surge in and out of her mouth, fucking her young face with abandon.
Philip wanted to make the first spend the girl had from him as memorable as he could. He teased her with a firm caress and then withdrew the pressure of his fingertips just as her hips bucked upon the chair, showing how needy her little cunt had become. With a light brush of his fingers up and down her inner lips he spurred her on again, so that she panted around the captain's rapidly thrusting manhood, and then, when she moaned as she received the thrusting prick, he returned to her rosy clitoris.
Evangeline cried out, her head held firmly in Mountjoy's grasp, and she began to spend. Her naked bottom moved desperately and salaciously upon the polished hardwood of the oaken chair, and as Philip felt himself growing very hard himself he watched her young cunny clench its coral lips with her need of a man's stout prick there, deflowering her and teaching her to fuck.
The sight made the captain go off into his own climax as well: as he loved to do for the sheer manly humiliation of it he pulled his cock from Evangeline's lips, still holding her head with his left hand as he pumped his huge tool in his right. With a grunt of pleasure and a jerk of his hips, he shot his seed upon her creamy breasts with one spurt, and upon her cheek with the next. Evangeline's face went an even brighter red than her spend had turned it, and she bit her lip, looking at Philip as if imploring him to tell her how to wipe the shame away, once the captain's seed had gone.
Behind him, upon seeing it, Mary gave a cry of her own. "Oh, you… you mustn't…"
Hearing in the words a strange ambivalence, Philip turned to see that the maid's expression had in it at least as much of envy as of reproach. Whether because Mary knew she must play along with Philip's plan or out of a shameful desire fomented by that plan, the pouting girl looked very much as if she wished the captain had shot his seed upon her breast rather than that of her mistress.
Mountjoy laughed to see it.
"Well, lad, it seems you've discovered rare sport, and far be it from me to refuse it. Let us take them out and show them to the crew. They must be whipped this evening, at any rate, to welcome them to the Royal Anne, whether they beg for pirate seed upon their tongues soon or late."
Philip still held Evangeline's thighs apart, squeezing them gently in his hands, now, in hope of comforting her a little and because he simply could not help fondling the sweet, creamy flesh of that so-intimate part of her. He leaned around a little to get a sidelong look at her face, distracted by how strangely dear the girl had become to him simply through being at his mercy. Evangeline's eyes blazed back at him so fiercely that he had the urge to justify himself to her: she seemed to understand his intention, but still to resent the indignity he could not spare her.
At least, he thought to himself as he drew back and began to unbind her wrists, he had seen little if any fear in Evangeline's glare. Perhaps that would change, when she realized that though the men of the Royal Anne did not flog a girl the way they would a seaman, they nevertheless knew how to assert their dominance very painfully. The spirit of the earl's daughter, however, made Philip think he had taken the correct course in his attempt to assist her.
Mary presented a different aspect, though: her eyes held a terror of the lash that probably came from being punished by the butler or the housekeeper at Hobberly Hall. As Captain Mountjoy stood Evangeline up and led her towards the door of his cabin, leaving Philip to do the same for Mary, the maid whispered to him in a fearful voice, "You cannot spare us the whip?"
"Hush," Philip hissed in reply. "No. Every girl must be flogged. The captain would never give that up. I will do my best to spare her maidenhead."
"Aye," Mary said bitterly, "so you can take it yourself."
"Hush!" Philip insisted. "Never against her will, I promise."
Chapter 7
Evangeline thought she heard Mary whispering to the first mate behind her, as they made their way out the cabin door onto the open deck. She had supposed Mary so very knowing, but how could the little fool be so rash as to give Captain Mountjoy any reason to suspect the young man who had done so
much—if so strangely—to help them?
The taste of Philip's seed still burned in her mouth, and she felt the warmth of the captain's own emission on her cheek. Somehow she felt an entirely different girl, even with her skirts down again to cover the place where she had now felt a man's big, strong hand, giving pleasure that had seemed the greater because of how shamefully he had forced it upon her.
Her breasts, after all, still spilled from the front of her gown, and the pirates whom she now saw waiting on the other side of the just-opened door could see their captain's seed upon her face. They gave a cheer that sent the blood rushing to her cheeks when they saw Evangeline led out to them.
"Is that the captain's spunk upon your face, you hussy?" one of them called in a voice that sounded the way she had imagined the foul places under docks might sound if they could speak.
"I warrant it is," said another man in the same rough accent.
Twenty of them, perhaps, stood there, wearing for the most part nothing but rough breeches, their skin deeply browned from the tropical climes where Evangeline presumed the Royal Anne had sailed upon her last predatory voyage. She could not bear the sight of them, with the knowledge that she would, it seemed, soon be stripped and whipped before them, whatever that ritual might in the end entail: she turned to look through the rigging over the rail to see that yes, indeed, the pirate ship had put to see while she and Mary had sat bound to the chairs in the captain's cabin. She could hardly see, in the deepening twilight, the few lights discernible along the coast of the Isle of Wight—if, that was, she even remembered correctly the map over which she had pored with eager interest, when she thought she would depart England in humble safety rather than in shameful service to these evil thieves of the sea.
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