Siren Island: Lust For Gold (An Erotic Adventure Series)

by Virginia Wade

  I gasped when I saw Jack. He was bleeding from his face, arms and chest. A dark bruise was under his left eye. They had beaten him.

  “You!” The cutlass was pointed at me, and I trembled. “You were with him. You know where the gold came from. Come here, girl.”

  “No!” shouted Jack. “Leave her alone. I’ll show you where it is. I’ll show you.” Terror laced his voice, which exacerbated my fear even more.

  “Tie him up!” shouted the pirate.

  “No! Don’t you touch her!” Jack struggled as several sets of hands grasped his arms and pinned them behind his back with rope. “You fucking bastards! It’s in the spring! I’ll show you!” A bandana went over his mouth and was tied securely, diminishing his muffled protests.

  Strong hands grabbed me. “Let me go!”

  “Bring her to the captain. He’ll get her to talk,” said the toothless pirate. “She’ll be singing like a bird in no time.”

  I was tossed aboard the wooden skiff, the vessel pushed into the ocean and paddled vigorously by three pirates, whose skin was as brown as burnt amber. We were heading for the ominous looking two-masted schooner in the distance. A rope ladder was thrown down as we approached, and I was forced to climb onto the wooden conveyance, my fear reaching new bounds, and the palms of my hands so sweaty, I could barely cling to the rope. Once on board, all eyes were on me. A dozen or more men, dressed in brightly colored clothing with knitted caps stood aside as I was led below deck, presumably to meet their captain. The boat rocked nauseatingly, my stomach turning into knots of fear. It smelled of seawater and rotting wood, mixed with stale ale. They took me to the stern of the ship, to a set of carved double doors, upon which my escort pounded.

  “I ‘ave a guest for yer, Captain Fallen.”

  “I told you not to disturb me, Rolf!”

  “Aye, Captain, but we’ve found gold. This girl knows where it is, and she’s not talkin’.”

  “It’s in the spring!” I hissed.

  The wooden door suddenly flung open, and I gaped. A tall, sinewy looking man stood before me in a red canvas doublet and breeches. His dark hair looked like rich sable, his face attractive and swarthy, graced by intense blue eyes and a strong jaw. I swallowed, hard.

  “Well, hello, sweetheart.” His gaze traveled the length of my body, the thinness of the shift scandalously revealing. My naked legs and feet were exposed. “Who are you?”

  “I-I’m Lucy. O-our ship, The Lady Jane sunk several days ago.”

  He glanced at his man. “How many survivors?”

  “Ten that we know of. I suspect there’s more, Captain.”

  “Aye, I imagine.” A smirk lingered on his face. “Bring her in.”

  “We found this, sir.” He gave him a black pouch. “Gold and diamonds.”

  The captain emptied the contents on a desk littered with rum bottles, correspondence, and quills. “Look at that.” He examined a ring. “Do you think it’s The Lucian?”

  “Could be, sir.”

  The back end of the ship was filled with a wall of wooden windows, graced by dark velvet curtains, which obscured the light. The bed was monstrous, with a fur coverlet and pillows. What alarmed me were the heavy looking chains that hung from the ceiling.

  Captain Fallen noticed my stare. “Yes, my dear. Those are for you. Tie her up!”

  “No! Stop it!” Rough hands grabbed me. “Don’t!”

  Both wrists were bound with leather that attached to hooks at the end of the chains. I was suddenly hoisted, standing on the balls of my feet, my arms stretched to their limits. Fear unlike anything I had ever known came over me. This was worse than being tossed into the ocean in a storm. It was worse than not knowing what was in the water beneath me, the shadows of sharks swimming…waiting to attack. Yes, this was far worse.

  Chapter Five

  “Leave us!” bellowed Captain Fallen.

  The scruffy man scurried from the room like a frightened mouse. The heavy door slammed behind him. I was chained, my feet barely touching the floor. “Please, sir, please let me down.”

  He held a coin, marveling at it. “Where did you find this?”

  “In a spring.”

  “Is there more?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “How much more?”

  “Trunksful, sir.”

  “I’ve been searching for five years. I knew it was on this goddamned island.”

  “Please. Please let me down.”

  His gaze rested on me. “Not yet.”

  That sent a chill down my spine. “I’ve told you everything I know.”

  “That doesn’t matter.” He snapped open a pocketknife and approached. “Let’s see what else you’re hiding.” The blade cut into the shift, rending it to pieces. Strips of white cloth hung, revealing my breasts, hips, and the apex of my thighs. He tugged on the material, and it fell to the floor. His look smoldered. “What perfect skin.” His boots clicked on the floor, as he walked around me, ogling my naked form.

  “Please, sir,” I beseeched. He opened a small wooden box on his desk and produced what looked like a riding crop. My heart fell to my feet. “W-what’s that?”

  “This shall help me mete out your punishment.”

  “Oh, no, sir, please, no!” What sort of pirate was this? He raised the crop and struck me in the thigh. I screamed. A red welt appeared almost instantly.

  “You really are perfect.” His appreciative gaze lingered on my breasts, my nipples hardening from his ardent appraisal. The front of his breeches had begun to bulge. “So lovely.”

  The crop slashed across my bottom, searing me with pain. “Ouch! No, please, no more! I’ve told you everything I know!”

  “Are you a virgin?”

  “N-no, sir.”

  His gaze narrowed. “No?” I shook my head. Something disturbing flared in his eye. “Then you must be punished for being a whore.”

  The crop connected with the soft tissue of my stomach, and I gasped in agony. Angry, raised welts appeared. My breaths came in shallow little bursts, my shoulder blades aching from the suspension of my arms over my head. The sadistic look on the pirate’s face had me shuddering with fear, my body trembling every time he lifted the crop. Smack, smack, smack. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my body burning in many places. He seemed to relish hitting me; his breeches protruded with his erection that threatened to burst the buttons of the garment. He strode around me leisurely, slashing the crop against my hips, buttocks, and thighs. I was riddled with welts, which throbbed agonizingly.

  “You’re a lovely girl, Lucy.”

  I detected arousal in his tone. Hitting me was turning him on. My body buzzed with pain, the feeling vibrating within me. With each lash from the crop, I seemed to burn and throb, the juices in my pussy beginning to flow, which was strange. The pain had begun to morph into something else…. He hit my breast, and I cried out, gasping and moaning. Each assault brought forth fresh waves of agony, which in turn made my pussy contract, over and over, as more lashes fell upon my buttocks and back.

  His hand drifted to my cunt, and I gasped. “How wet you are.” Intrusive fingers drove into my sensitive folds, assaulting me deeply, rubbing and stimulating.

  “No!”

  “You’re at my mercy, Lucy,” he breathed near my ear. “I can do whatever I want to you, and you’ll bear it.”

  This beating had nothing to do with finding the location of the gold. He was a sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain. I didn’t want to like what he was doing to me, but his thick fingers slid in and out, wetting his hand with my juices. I was mortified beyond belief. The welts on my body stung, throbbing with the reminder of the pain they had endured. He rubbed my nub, sending erotic shockwaves through me. I lost control and moaned in the agony of the ecstasy I was experiencing.

  “You’re responding well. Shall we continue?”

  “No!” The sharp end of the crop stung my thigh; a red slash appeared almost instantly. Smack! Smack! Smack! I screamed, my body shuddering with sens
ation. “Oh, no! Oohh…”

  He lashed my back repeatedly, criss-crossing red streaks upon my delicate skin. Bright sparks of pain flashed behind my eyes, nearly blinding me. I struggled against my bonds, trying to free my hands. Fingers invaded my pussy again, toying, rubbing, and stimulating me. I cried out when he grazed my nub, the flesh engorged and wildly responsive. He lingered there, playing with me, until I felt the edges of release drawing near, which was mortifying. What kind of person does this to a woman? I’d never even dreamed something like this was possible, yet here I was, trussed up like a turkey, my feet barely touching the wood, and I was about to orgasm at the hands of a bloodthirsty pirate. He pulled away before I was able to cum, which left me gasping for breath and tingling. Smack, smack, smack!

  “Ouch! Stop it! Please stop it.”

  His fingers were in my pussy again, toying, bringing me back to the edge; the orgasm loomed and threatened. Just when I thought I would drown in sensual relief, he left me again. I screamed, nearly choking with need. “You bastard! You fucking bastard!”

  His raspy laugh echoed in my ear. “All in good time, my dear.”

  My body felt seared, as if a hot poker had been applied to my skin. My pussy throbbed distractingly, so close to release, yet not being able to achieve it. He grasped my breast and suckled a taut nipple, sending bolts of electric lust to my core to gather with my impending orgasm, the energies mixing in an explosive combination, yet I could not have release. I was right on the edge, but not close enough to fall over.

  “You horrible man!”

  “That’s the best you got?” he chuckled.

  He reminded me of Jack. The first day on the island he had followed me into the jungle and taken me against a palm tree. These two were cut from the same cloth. This was a perverse game to him, I realized. He was toying with me, having already gathered the information he needed. What did I have to do to get him to push me over the edge? “Please, Captain, please!”

  “Please what?”

  “Please…touch me more.” I hated to beg. I’d left my dignity on the floor along with my shredded shift. “Finish this.” I burned in my pussy, fluid dripping from me, wetting my inner thighs. I clamped my legs together to massage myself to completion.

  He wasn’t having it, thrusting a booted foot between them. “Tsk, tsk, my dear. I’m not finished with you yet.” He grasped my breasts and pressed them together, lapping one nipple and then the other.

  I moaned with need, my tummy trembling, wanting his fingers inside of me. “Ooohh…Captain…”

  He undid his breeches, first the heavy buckle, then the ornate buttons. Anticipation raced through me like a wildfire in purgatory. The material dropped, revealing colorful underthings. He lowered them, his long, hard cock thrusting out. He moved behind me, his hands on my hips, and then with one push he filled me completely.

  “Oh, my word!” The silken feel of him sliding deeply felt so incredible; I nearly came right then and there. He knew it and withdrew quickly. A sob tore from my throat. “No!”

  He chuckled. “You’ve been a very bad girl.” He struck me across my tummy with the crop, and I moaned. I hung my head in shame, heat rising to my cheeks. “You’re an apt pupil. Most don’t experience pleasure the first time. You’ve owned it now. It’s yours.” He drew back and snapped the instrument across my thighs. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure, mingling with my already overloaded senses. How I wished I had that cock again. Only a stroke or two would finish me off.

  “Please, Captain. Please,” I begged.

  Perspiration dotted my forehead, and my palms felt clammy. I shuddered and shook, longing for the next strike, yet fearing it. My nipples were so sensitive, the air felt abrasive. Wetness all but oozed from me, dripping to the wooden floor beneath my feet. I met his gaze, that intense blue look shooting straight through me.

  He stood behind me, his hands on my hips. “Tell me what you want, Lucy,” he breathed near my ear.

  “Fuck me, Captain. Please.” His lengthy tool plundered my swollen orifice, driving in to the balls. “Oh, YES!” My pelvic region burst open with sensation, the feeling so exquisite, that I screamed with pleasure. “Oh-My-God!” He thrust forcefully, his balls slapping noisily. I flung my head back, nearly catching him in the face, as the orgasm hit me. A strangled sob tore from my throat, while I shuddered in an intense wave of bliss, so severe, I bit my own tongue. Blood filled my mouth. “Captain!”

  When I had fully sated myself on him, he released the bindings around my wrists, and I fell to the floor in an exhausted heap. Rough fingers grasped my hair, and I found myself pressed to his erection. Blood dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, wetting the floor.

  “Suck my cock, Lucy.” His voice was hoarse.

  I took the proffered organ greedily, latching onto the end, as if I were a baby cub at its mother’s teat. I ate him, tasting the tanginess of my pussy and smelling the aroma of my sex on him, which inflamed me even more. He was longer than Jack, yet the end was gloriously rounded. It was like a shiny knob, and I sucked it, my cheeks sinking with each pull.

  “Ahhh…yes…that’s so nice.”

  My tongue bathed each side, moving over veins and ridges. I swallowed one ball at a time, laving the sacs thoroughly. His hands were in my hair, fingers massaging my scalp. I took him to the back of my throat, gagging on the length. I could feel him pressing into the opening of my esophagus, the tiny channel halting further progression.

  “What a fine young woman you are,” he breathed. “Open for me, my dear.” I waited while he rubbed himself, the end glistening with my saliva. He groaned then and aimed for my face, spurts of white cream dousing my tongue. Drops of fluid landed on my breasts, the rest falling to the floor. “Accchhh…yeeeesss…” Pain mixed with pleasure contorted his handsome features, while several more spurts ejected, splashing my forehead and cheeks. “Oohh…Lucy…”

  After he had spent himself, he collapsed on the bed. I went to him, and he enfolded me in his arms. I was wet with his juices; the fluid was cold and sticky. My body felt sedated, tingling from the aftereffects of the flogging. Exhaustion forced my eyelids to close. Darkness descended, and I fell into a deep, welcoming sleep.

  Chapter Six

  A soft touch on my face woke me. I turned to find the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

  “I should take you with me.” It was the pirate captain; his expression was attentive and interested.

  “No.” I prayed he was joking.

  “I would. I’m afraid it would start a mutiny. Three weeks at sea and my men would be pounding down the door to get to you.” He grinned. “It is tempting, though. You were very receptive to my advances, more so than most. I might regret not taking you with me.”

  “I have a fiancé.” In reality I had two, because I had yet to tell the first his services were no longer required.

  “Yes, I see the ring.”

  A huge diamond shone on my finger. “Oh, this? We found it in the treasure.” You idiot! Why mention it. Now he’ll just steal it.

  “That brings us to the point, doesn’t it? You’re going to show me exactly where this treasure is, my dear.” He sprang from the bed, his lean, muscled body on display. He thrust his arms through his white shirt, followed by his underthings, breeches, and doublet. His belt and boots were next.

  I eyed the ruined shift. “You’ve torn my only clothes.” Just a few days ago the idea of leaving the house without my parasol and gloves would have given me fits. Now, not only was I not a virgin anymore, but I didn’t even own a dress, let alone all the things that went underneath it.

  He grinned lopsidedly, throwing open a chest. “Try this on.” A heap of yellow hurtled towards me.

  “Thank you.”

  The dress must have belonged to a tavern maiden. It was scandalously low cut, and the sleeves were puffed out, ending above the elbow. I did up the buttons and struggled with the ones I couldn’t reach. My body ached from being lashed with the crop. I would have bruises ev
erywhere soon.

  “Let me help you.”

  He was behind me, his hot breath suddenly on my neck. “You’re a beautiful woman.” His cock pressed into my bottom. “I really should keep you.”

  Eager lips closed over mine, his tongue plunging in my mouth. Rough hands lifted the dress, and I found myself over his desk, an inkwell tipping over, dousing correspondence with black fluid. He didn’t seem to care.

  “Oh!” A heady wave of lust crashed over me, the swiftness of my arousal a shock. His hand dove into my heated core, finding a wet and swollen pussy. “Oh, no!” I grasped the desk, while he prodded me with his cock, the rounded end sinking deep. “Oh, my God!”

  He pounded me aggressively, his breaths coming out in sharp rasps. While the ship swayed and bobbed beneath my feet, I was being taken by a rake who thought of nothing other than his own pleasure, although mine was rapidly gathering steam. With each thrust, I felt the sensation increasing. My pussy contracted around him, squeezing, spurring him onward. Hands gripped my hips while he fucked me, his thighs slapping against me loudly.

  “You little slut!”

  “Oh, Captain!” My ass was sore from the crop, the welts burning. This pain propelled the pleasure forward, my pussy throbbing around him, wanting to be taken even harder. “More, Captain! More!” I was a hairsbreadth away from succumbing to the pleasure that threatened. I could feel it tingling around the edges, teasing and taunting me.

  “Oh, God, Lucy…”

  It was in his tone. I knew he was close. He grasped me harshly, slamming his cock deep, knocking on the door of my womb. I was nearly senseless with need, clinging to the edges of the desk, my hips pounding into the wood, causing pain.

  “Oh-Captain-oh!” That tossed me over the edge, the abyss waiting, while I fell into it headlong. “Oh, my God!” I shuddered, while thousands of pleasurable little spasms wracked me.