“I’m sorry. I looked for an unemployed heiress who spends her days riding around the country on a motorcycle, but they were fresh out.”
Keifer went back to ogling Lia. “Don’t knock it, my friend. Living off a trust fund has its advantages. I’ve seen a lot of the country and enjoyed a great number of adventures while you’ve led a boring life behind a desk, or sitting in a courtroom.”
Archer punched his friend in the arm. “I signed up for this, didn’t I?” Keifer returned the punch.
“Glad to know you’re not a total prude yet,” Keifer said with a laugh.
“Fuck you.” Arch went back into the room.
Keifer turned his gaze back to the dock. The tall ship was drifting away from the shore. “She’ll be good and fucked when you arrive, but she’ll want more. I can tell from what we just saw.”
“You got that right,” Arch said. “Sex, sex and more sex for the next four days.”
“My mast is already at full-staff, and I’m ready to board our pretty little captive,” Keifer said. “I’ll try to save some for you, but I’m not making any promises.”
* * * *
Lia wasn’t sure she could wait for two more hours until the “pirates” boarded the ship. The anticipation was so high she’d been soaking wet for the last half hour.
“I’m so excited,” the woman standing next to her said. Lia guessed her to be in her mid-forties. Her pear shaped body was encased in a dark blue dress that accentuated her blond hair and green eyes. “This is an anniversary present from my husband. He likes to watch me with other men, and the crew is going to bang me tomorrow night. What about you?”
Lia wasn’t quite sure what to say. It usually took Lia a while to open up to people, but this place, full of people that thought of nothing but acting out their fantasies, somehow made her feel as if she could open up a little. After all, they were all there for the same reason. “I have no clue who my partner is for the cruise. I just want some hot sex.”
“You don’t know?” The woman’s eyebrows shot up, and she looked as if someone had just told her they’d spotted a UFO. “That makes me jealous. Sure, I don’t know who is going to be banging me, but I’m not going into this totally blind. My name’s Rachel.”
“Lia.” They shook hands.
“How exciting that you don’t know what’s ahead. It adds to the fantasy, doesn’t it, that you’re really being captured by pirates.”
“Exactly.”
Rachel tittered in laughter. “I’m so horny right now.” She put her hand on a passing crewmember. “Can I give you a blowjob?”
His eyes widened like he’d just found a pot of gold. “Of course.” He started to undo his breeches, his gaze on Lia. “Want to help?”
“No, I’ll just…”
“Watch?” He laughed as he put his hand on Rachel’s shoulder; he pushed down and she fell to her knees. When he ordered, “Suck me,” Lia heart raced as if he had been speaking to her. Rachel took the man’s dick into her mouth, and he groaned.
It was exciting to watch. This was a first for her, but the way Rachel had snagged the man and asked for what she wanted, Lia was sure the woman and her husband had been on this particular cruise before.
The sounds associated with oral sex swirled around her as she tried to calm herself. Maybe if she joined in she might not faint when the pirates boarded the ship. But then again maybe the fainting would add to the realism, just like not knowing what was happening next.
She wanted to check her watch, to see how much longer she’d have to wait before the festivities began; but they’d taken it, along with her clothing and suitcase, before she boarded the ship.
The outfit they’d given her to wear was one of an English woman of the late eighteenth century. The gown was green silk taffeta with a flowing skirt and fitted bodice. Underneath she wore a tightly laced corset and several petticoats. The three quarter-length sleeves were trimmed in wide lace. It was low cut, but she didn’t care. She liked to show off her boobs.
Lia wore a ruby red pendant with matching teardrop earrings, and her hair had been piled on top of her head in an elaborate up-do that made her feel as if she’d gained thirty pounds. She wore no makeup, but she didn’t feel as if she needed any. The costume was enough to make her feel like the most beautiful woman around.
The dress fit her like a glove, but then again she’d sent in several photographs, and her measurements. She wondered how many people the company employed to make costumes, or if they had a large supply that could be altered to fit the participants.
Breath deep, she said to herself as Rachel finished off the crewman, to the applause of those standing nearby. Lia clapped with everyone else.
Rachel stood and adjusted her bodice. A strong bolt of jealousy surged through Lia. She was so hot right now she felt as if her toes might melt. Instead of joining in the fun, she’d just stood there and watched. Why hadn’t she helped Rachel? Helping to perform fellatio on the crewman would have relieved some of the tension flowing through Lia’s body.
She was about to grab a nearby crewman and offer to get him off when a loud boom rang out. It was early evening, and the sun was still high enough for Lia to see what was taking place.
“It’s starting earlier than they told us it would,” Rachel said with a squeal. Before Lia could respond, the deck was filled with the crewmen she’d met earlier. They were wearing different clothing, which likely meant they were now playing the parts of the pirates. She wondered which one was hers.
“Look, look,” Rachel said excitedly. She pointed to the left. A second tall ship was next to them, and as she watched, two men swung on board, just like the pirates in the movies always had. They landed on their feet; one a little pudgy with short blond hair. Lia thought he was pretty cute. The second pirate had jet-black hair flowing over his broad shoulders. He wore tight black pants, thigh high leather boots and an open shirt that revealed a massive, smooth chest.
He looked around the deck, a gleam of delight in his eyes. When his gaze landed on Lia, his grin widened. He started toward her, and Lia went rigid.
This was her pirate? He looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of one of her mother’s erotic novels.
Lia turned to run, but before she could take a step, the man had wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back into his chest. His breath tickled her neck as he said, “Hello, sweet one.”
Her brain gave the order to scream, “Fuck me!” Instead, she whimpered, “Let me go.”
“I think not.” He ground his pelvis into her backside, and her nipples hardened under the unfamiliar clothing. As if he knew, his hand, which had been resting on her stomach, moved to cup her breast.
“Nice and firm,” he whispered in her ear. “But let’s get a look at them, shall we?”
He spun her around as if he did it every day, one arm going round her waist as the other grabbed her bodice and pulled. The material ripped so easily that Lia was sure it had been sewn to give. The corset, more like a cincher, allowed her breasts to tumble out.
The pirate’s eyes flared in appreciation, and he groaned deep in his throat. “Look, new playthings.” He squeezed one of her nipples, and Lia was sure she’d had a mini orgasm. It was all she could do to remember to struggle.
“Release me at once!” Oh damn, she loved this. He gathered her in his arms and her tits pressed into his chest.
“After you’ve serviced me in every way possible, I will let you go, but not before.” He put his lips right next to hers. “Displease me, and I’ll feed you to the sharks. Or watch while my men take you, one by one, fucking you in every possible way.”
He loosed his grip enough to work his hand between them again. His fingers found her nipple once more. He pinched it harder than before, twisting it ever so slightly. Lia groaned in delight and whispered, “More.” She knew it wasn’t what she was supposed to say, though, and she pushed the mistake away.
“Unhand me, you cad,” she said as she started to s
truggle again.
His deep, dark laughter was the only reply.
There was a commotion on the deck, and Lia looked around. Several of the women were on their knees, sucking cocks. One had been bent over a railing. Her skirts were around her waist and a pirate was behind her, giving her what Lia’s former Dom would have called “a good plowing.” Upon further inspection, she realized it was Rachel, being screwed by the pudgy pirate. She wondered if the man was her new pal’s husband.
“Captain,” a man said as he approached them. He had another man, dressed in a fancy uniform complete with a white wig, in his grip. When the new pirate was close he pushed the second man to his knees. “Your counterpart, Sir.”
“Throw him overboard,” her captor ordered. Several men started to chant, “Walk the plank, walk the plank.”
Two men grabbed the captive captain and dragged him toward the edge. “Wait!” he screamed as they neared the edge. “If you kill me, you’ll never learn what I know.”
“And what’s that?” Lia’s pirate had turned his attention back to her breasts. He pinched her nipple again before he lowered his mouth and drew the hard bud into his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing against her. It was just the right amount of pressure to produce the perfect pain. She tried to push away, but not too hard, because she loved it; shivers ran up her spine as he worked his teeth against her.
“Treasure!” the other man yelled. “And only I can lead you to it.”
A hush fell over the crowd. Lia’s pirate sucked her for a few moments more. When he pulled away, he lifted his gaze to her. “One moment, wench. Keep your cunt wet for me.”
He turned his attention to the ship’s captain. “What sort of treasure?”
“Jewels, thousands of them.” The pleading tone in the man’s voice made Lia’s heart go out to him. Even if it was just as act, it was a damn good one.
She watched her pirate, who now stared at the man. “Lock him up,” he finally ordered. “I will fuck my new prize first, then I’ll see if the man really knows where there is hidden booty.”
When the dark one turned his attention back to her, Lia’s knees went weak. “Right now, the only loot I’m interested in is hiding under her skirts. Take her to my new captain’s quarters, lads. Strip her and string her up for my pleasure.”
Chapter Two
The ropes were secure enough to keep her from getting away, but not so tight that it would cut off her circulation. The men had taken off, actually cut off, all her clothing, except the corset.
The room was huge. A large bed, covered in a velvet bedspread, filled one side under the open windows. To Lia it was straight out of a scene from a pirate movie. Candle sconces gave the room a soft glow. Sea air drifted in and made Lia shiver as it caressed her skin. The pirates had left, and her captor had yet to arrive.
So far, this vacation was living up to her every expectation, especially her gorgeous pirate. She hadn’t expected someone who fit her fantasy so perfectly. She wondered if this man was an employee of the company, of if he was living out his own fantasy, like Lia.
Her shoulders ached just a little, and she pondered how long she would have to wait tied between the beams. The answer came a moment later when the door opened and the pirate captain came inside.
Lia swallowed hard. He held a long, leather flogger in one hand. “Hello, my little plaything. How delightful to see you all trussed up and waiting for me. Is that the proper way a lover would say it in jolly old England? What I really want to say is get ready to be speared with my dick.”
He laughed when Lia whimpered.
“You will call me Captain,” he said, command evident in his voice. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Captain.” He stepped in front of her, and Lia trembled as his gaze raked down her body. He studied her for a few, long moments before he twirled the flogger in front of her face.
“Let’s get to know each other, shall we?”
“Please don’t do this to me.” Her voice cracked, and Lia hoped she sounded convincing. “My father has money. Return me to him, and he’ll see that you’re rewarded.”
The pirate grinned, an evil one that made Lia’s nipples tighten.
“The only reward I want is here.” He pressed the tip of the flogger against her pussy, rubbing her aching clit. “Or perhaps in the back. Shall I fuck your tight ass tonight, my new whore?”
“I’m not a whore,” she sobbed.
“You will be when I’m done with you.” He continued to rub the handle against her clit. “You’ll beg to be filled, and nothing but the hard dick between my legs will satisfy you.”
Lia shook her head from side to side as he continued to torment her with the flogger. Suddenly he pulled it away, and her hips, which had been moving to meet the touch of the hard handle, arched in search of the object.
“See? You want me already.” He lifted the flogger so she could see it once again. Then he traced the strips of leather over her breasts.
The light touch ignited fireworks in her body. Lia wondered what would happen when he actually flogged her. She prayed he kept the leather away from her clit, because the slightest touch might set her off.
The Captain continued to torment her breasts with the flogger, then he took a step back. His aim was sure as he slapped her pussy with the strands. Lia groaned, as he slapped her again and again.
“Harder,” she said, but then shook her head remembering she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. “I mean, stop, please, I’m begging you.”
“Oh, you’ll be begging.” The next strike was harder. Lia fought not to cry out, not in pain but in pleasure. She loved the feel of the flogger, and she wanted more. In the back of her mind, she could hear Tracy’s voice lecturing her for letting this happen with a total stranger. The rational part of her mind reminded Lia of the paperwork she’d signed. She had a safe word, butter, and could use it if she wanted.
A sharp pain from her scalp made her gasp. Captain had a handful of her hair. Having her tresses pulled was a real turn on for her. Her already soaked pussy flooded, and her entire body felt flush. She needed to come. Now.
“When I ask a question, I expect an immediate answer.” His voice was hard and demanding.
“What was the question?” Lia whispered.
“Are you a virgin?” Captain repeated, gripping her hair tightly.
None of her holes were virginal but Fingertip Fantasy had suggested she pretend she was, for the sake of the illusion.
“Yes,” she whimpered. She was a very horny virgin.
“Good,” he whispered back. “I like the thought I’ll be the first in your cunt, and your mouth, and your ass.”
He pressed the leather against her pussy again. “I’ll make this part quick, so I can pierce your maidenhead. Each strike of the cat will serve as a reminder, you belong to me.”
Lia tried to shake her head, but the Captain still had hold of her hair. “When I’m done, I’ll introduce you to my dick. You’ll fall to your knees after I’ve release you, and you’ll kiss it. If you do not, I’ll turn you over to the crew and watch while they all have their way with you, even if it means I won’t be the first inside you. Understood?”
“Yes,” she muttered. Lia liked sex, but two partners at once was her limit. Well, maybe she’d want to experience three, so each of her openings could be filled at once, something she’d never done before.
“Yes, Captain,” he said as he pulled harder on her hair.
She repeated his words, groaning in relief as he released his hold.
“The sooner I start, the sooner my prick can be in your mouth,” he said as he moved around the columns.
Lia shivered, bracing herself for the first strike. She didn’t have long to wait. The first lash stung in that delicious way Lia loved. It was a magical blend of pain and pleasure that made her body come alive in the perfect way.
“Ouch!” Another strike came down on top of where the first one had landed. Lia cried out again. After the thi
rd strike, her clit tightened. If he applied pressure to it right now, she’d explode into a million tiny pieces, and she’d love every minute of it.
The leather kissed her ass progressively harder. Each lash caused her nipples to ache with delicious need, and the juices between her legs to flow harder.
Captain was a true Master, she thought as he struck her tender thighs with the cat. The pain was exquisite, and he seemed to know exactly the place to strike at just the precise time, the perfect amount of pressure to apply so that the lash punished her in just the right way.
It was a battle for her to remember to cry out instead of scream for more. The only real problem was it ended too soon. Lia was pretty sure he’d only been whipping her for about five minutes when she felt his breath on her neck.
“These beautiful marks show the world that you belong to me,” he whispered, his voice deep.
Make me yours, she wanted to scream. Slap the leather against my ass. Do it! Do it! Do it!
Instead, she said, “I’ll never belong to you.” Turns out, those words gave her exactly what she wanted.
Captain attacked her ass again. These strikes were much harsher than before, the lash biting into her ass and thighs. Lia’s groans filled the room as the cat continued to mark her. Each blow brought her closer to orgasm, and she had a feeling the man behind her knew that. He laid five more hard strokes across her ass, and then the whipping suddenly stopped.
She twisted and pulled against her bonds, then cried out as the strands swished between her splayed legs, the leather swiping against her wet pussy. The strike wasn’t hard, more of a tickle that made her dance under her bonds. Her body shook with need and she waited for another, but it didn’t come. She pushed her ass backward, then remembered what she was supposed to be, a captive, not a sub looking for more.
“How dare you! When my father hears of this…” The words died in her throat as another strike hit her pussy, and another one followed suit.
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