Captured by Pirates

by A. Cross

  Captured by Pirates

  Captured by Pirates

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  Captured by Pirates

  © 2013 A. Cross

  Smashwords Edition

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  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form for any purpose without the prior written permission of the author. This publication is a work of fiction and is intended for adults only. The author assumes no responsibility for consequences of acts depicted herein should the reader choose to re-enact them. All characters depicted in this publication are over the age of majority and wholly fictitious – any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Delia was a beautiful, smart, ambitious young woman. To outsiders, it seemed the world was her oyster. She had a prestigious job at a well-known accounting firm and lived in a modern, luxurious apartment in the heart of the city. It would be difficult for anyone to believe she wasn’t on top of the world.

  For the past few years, Delia had been bored beyond belief. The gorgeous blonde accountant made good money but her work was incredibly dull. Since she spent the majority of her waking hours at the office crunching numbers, it didn’t exactly leave her with much to talk about. She hated that she’d become such an unexciting, unremarkable person.

  A couple months ago, Delia had made a decision. She’d decided to use some of that holiday time she’d accumulated. She also decided to dip into her savings and take a once in a lifetime trip.

  Most of Delia’s friends were caught up in their own lives. While she was still single, many of them were married and had babies. That meant Delia would be taking her trip all alone. She didn’t particularly mind. In fact, it gave her the opportunity to do something crazy and adventurous that was completely out of character for her.

  Delia booked a trip on a singles cruise line. She did her research first, partly so she’d know what she was getting into and partly so she’d have something to be excited about in the months leading up to her vacation.

  The cruise ship itself was massive and had all sorts of amenities. It had a gym, a beauty salon, a spa and a swimming pool. It also boasted a skating rink, movie theater and stage for live performances. There was an entire floor dedicated solely to shopping, full of boutiques selling fancy clothes, purses, perfumes and jewelry. The things to do onboard the ship were endless!

  Of course, the real point of singles cruises was to drink too much, flirt shamelessly and, if one was so inclined, have random, meaningless sex with other horny singles. The brochures didn’t say that but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to read between the lines. That was what Delia was signing up for.

  She wasn’t sure if she was planning to have sex with a stranger, necessarily. She wasn’t a prude but she wasn’t promiscuous either. She’d promised herself she’d take more risks and live life to the fullest, starting with the cruise. If that meant banging some sexy stranger, then so be it. She wasn’t opposed. But if she just spent her week-long vacation getting some sun, drinking daiquiris and flirting, that would be fine too. She was open to anything, really.

  On her second day of the cruise, Delia noticed Tyler. Or rather, she noticed him noticing her. She was wearing a barely there pink bikini and lathering herself up with sunscreen on the sun deck. When their eyes met, he gave her a lopsided half-smile and walked over, drink in hand.

  “Need some help?” he asked as she tried to smear sunscreen on her shoulders.

  Delia smiled back at him. “That would be great, thanks.”

  One thing led to another and Tyler ended up spending the afternoon on the lounge chair next to hers. They talked, drank, laughed and flirted. The tall, tanned blonde was a personal trainer and it showed. His body was incredible! When he stripped off his t-shirt Delia nearly dropped her drink!

  They decided to have dinner together. They contemplated grabbing burgers from the poolside grill but then decided they’d rather check out one of the many fancy restaurants the gigantic ship boasted. They agreed to each head back to their respective rooms to get ready before meeting up outside the restaurant.

  Delia had packed a few fancy dresses in addition to her bikinis, denim shorts and flip flops. She was happy to have an opportunity to dress up. She took her time getting ready, straightening her long blonde hair, applying mascara to make her blue eyes pop and rubbing sweet smelling lotion all over her smooth, supple skin.

  She didn’t know if the night would end with her in bed with Tyler but if it did, she wanted to be ready. He was sexy and charming and fun. She knew nothing serious would develop with him – after all, he lived on the opposite side of the country! But a fling could be fun…

  “You look hot,” Tyler said when he spotted her outside the restaurant a short while later.

  Delia couldn’t contain her smile. “Thanks! You clean up pretty nice yourself,” she told him, taking in his charcoal grey suit, white dress shirt and black tie with approval. “Should we eat?” she added, gesturing to the restaurant. “I’m starving!”

  The restaurant was fancy. It was one of the few places on the massive cruise ship that had a dress code – no flip flops allowed! Thankfully Delia had worn a simple yet elegant pink dress and silver kitten heel sandals.

  The ambience in the restaurant was delightful. The tables were set with crisp white linens and tea light candles. Tiny white lights adorned the ceiling, making it seem as though there were a million stars above them. The large windows allowed for a breathtaking view of the ocean.

  The food was to-die-for. They both ordered lobster and steak. They drank far too much red wine and then ordered a fancy dessert wine to go with their crème brûlée. By the time they were ready to leave, the Delia’s head was swimming and the sexual tension between them was impossible to ignore.

  It didn’t matter that Tyler was kind of superficial and more than a little dumb. So what if he talked about himself constantly? It wasn’t as though Delia was going to marry the guy. She was just going to have a little fun with him…there was nothing wrong with that.

  Her Catholic schoolgirl guilt nevertheless threatened to wreak havoc on her conscience, so Delia had to keep reminding herself that she was doing nothing wrong. Casual sex was perfectly fine, after all…

  Delia and Tyler made their way outside, pausing on a deserted deck to watch some dolphins jump and swim in the water near the ship. A light breeze tousled her hair and made her pale pink dress dance seductively around her toned, tanned thighs. The sunset was beautiful, lighting up the sky with brilliant colors which were reflected in the water.

  Tyler reached over to brush a lock of hair away from Delia’s face. His hand grazed her breast as he did so – perhaps not unintentionally. Their eyes locked – and then so did their lips. His mouth tasted like the sweet dessert wine they’d enjoyed at the restaurant.

  Delia pressed her body against Tyler’s shamelessly as his tongue explored her mouth. She wasn’t interested in being coy or playing hard to get. She wanted to make it very apparent to him that there was only one thing on her mind. The days of waiting for a man to make the first move were dead, as far as she was concerned. If she wanted something, she was damn well going to go after it!

  One thing led to another and the next thing Delia knew, her shapely leg was wrapped around Tyler’s waist and he’d unzipped the back of her dress. His hand slid inside her bra and his fingers stroked her nipples, causing the tender buds to stand proudly at attention. As Delia ground her hip slowly and sensuously against Tyler’s, she could feel the personal trainer’s cock coming to life.

  Before long, Tyler’s hands were grasping at the hem of Delia’s knee length dress. He slid it up her thighs, pushing the delicate material out of
his way. She was wearing white lace panties that matched her bra. He quickly pushed them aside, exposing her smooth shaven pussy lips.

  Delia looked around nervously, but the deck was empty. Only the seagulls perched on the railing nearby were witness to what was about to occur. If the seagulls knew what a shameless slut she was, so be it. She could live with that.

  Tyler’s fingers slid over her soft flesh with ease, aided by her juices. When had she become so wet? Her pussy was positively dripping with desire. It had been a long, long time since the pretty workaholic had been fucked. She wanted it so bad – hell, she needed it.

  Delia gasped when Tyler’s middle finger delved inside her slick gash. He took a moment to tease her clit, lightly rubbing the tender morsel until it became swollen and engorged with lust. Delia gasped as her most intimate flesh was manipulated. She was so turned on. It felt like her sex was on fire.

  She reached down and unzipped Tyler’s cock, allowing it to spring free of the confines of his clothing. She snuck a peek, wishing that she could push the shadows aside for a better view. “I need you in me,” she whispered, the urgency of her plea apparent. She couldn’t bear to wait another second to feel her tight pussy penetrated by the sexy personal trainer’s stiff prick!

  Delia wrapped her arms around Tyler’s neck and tipped her head back as he prepared to stick it in her. Then she heard a noise nearby that prompted her to open her eyes. Her mind went blank for an instant as she tried to take in what she was seeing. Then she screamed.

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  Delia wasn’t one to keep up with current events. But it didn’t take a rocket scientist to discern that the cruise ship had been attacked by pirates. As several young, tough-looking men jumped aboard the ship from their motorboats, she froze.

  Tyler took off running, leaving Delia behind to fend for herself.

  She forgot that her panties were around her ankles and when she tried to make a mad dash inside, she stumbled. Cursing under her breath, she quickly kicked the white lace panties off. Then she hurriedly slipped off her shoes as well; running in sandals aboard a ship that’s out at sea is never a good idea.

  She heard shouting behind her as she scrambled for cover. She cast a quick look over her shoulder. She saw crew members from the cruise ship emerge from inside and engage in a heated argument with the pirates. Delia half-expected machine guns to be drawn or something equally horrifying, but thankfully that didn’t happen. The pirates, it seemed, were retreating.

  Just as she got to the sliding door that connected the inside of the ship to the deck, Delia felt a muscular arm close around her waist. Another one wrapped around her neck, the headlock effectively choking her. She was so stunned that she couldn’t even scream.

  In the commotion, it seemed no one heard or saw what was happening to her. Delia was half-dragged, half-carried back out onto the deck. She was roughly tossed over the side of the ship. Another pirate was waiting in a motorboat down below. He caught her easily and quickly bound her arms behind her back. He used the last of the rope to gag her.

  The pirates’ ship was anchored near the cruise ship. In a matter of minutes, the pirates had Delia onboard. She didn’t know what they had in store for her but she knew it couldn’t be good.

  “They agreed to give us food,” one of the pirate said to another. “But it’s getting harder and harder to get cash from the cruise ships. Maybe we can hold the woman ransom until we get what we want.”

  Another, meaner-looking pirate scoffed. “Unless she’s someone rich and important, who’s going to care? We won’t get any money for her. Let’s just have our fun with the bitch and throw her overboard when we’re done with her.”

  He eyed Delia’s body ravenously as he spoke, his gaze lingering on her shapely bare legs. His intentions were obvious. Delia desperately wished she could pull her skirt down but her bonds prevented her from doing so. She felt like prey about to be devoured and there was nothing she could do to defend herself.

  “Do we really have to throw her overboard?” the first pirate asked reluctantly. “I’m all for having a good time with her but isn’t that a bit extreme?”

  “Nah…if we keep her, she’s just another mouth to feed. We may as well feed her to the fish once we’ve used her.” The awful, vile man approached Delia. “I bet she’ll be a good fuck,” he commented excitedly. “Look, the filthy wench isn’t even wearing panties!”

  “No way!” his buddy exclaimed in disbelief. “Move over, I want to see the slut’s sweet pussy. Hopefully it’s a tight one…but if it isn’t there’s always the rear hole,” he chuckled crudely.

  Delia could hardly believe what she was hearing. It felt like she was trapped in a bad dream from which there was no escape. She began to whimper in fear as the pirates casually discussed their plans to ravage and kill her.

  “What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?” an angry male voice bellowed from across the deck. The two pirates whirled around in surprise and then began to awkwardly stutter in response.

  A tall, muscular man emerged from the shadows. Like the other pirates, he was dark skinned. He had shoulder length black hair and several days’ worth of stubble on his chiseled face. He was dressed in torn jeans and a t-shirt worn beneath a black jacket. He had dark eyes, broad shoulders and an air of authority about him.

  “W –we were just joking,” the first pirate lied, sounding nervous.

  “Yeah,” the second one chimed in rather desperately. “Honest, Captain.”

  The tall, good-looking young man wasn’t having any of it. He crossed his arms and stared at them with an unwavering gaze. “I thought you two were better than that,” he said quietly, shaking his head. An almost paternal sadness seemed to wash over him. “You know the rules. You’re no longer welcome on my ship and you’re no longer part of my crew. Take one of the motorboats and get the hell out of my sight.”

  Delia couldn’t quite comprehend what had just happened. When the man approached her, all she knew was he was a pirate. He removed her gag and immediately she began to beg.

  “Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded desperately. Her mouth was dry from the coarse rope. “I can’t die yet; I haven’t even lived yet!”

  The pirate’s anger was still very much apparent, but it wasn’t directed at her. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured her as he helped Delia to her feet. “And those lowlifes won’t, either.” He paused to peer out into the ocean, squinting in the darkness. Delia followed his line of vision and saw a tiny light bobbing on the motorboat the pirates had taken. They were gone.

  She breathed a sigh of relief. Her legs were still shaky and she stumbled a bit. The pirate steadied her and then pulled out a pocketknife. Before she had a chance to panic, he quickly said, “Relax. It’s to cut your binds.”

  Once her hands were freed, Delia looked up at her savior with gratitude. “Thank you.”

  His jaw was still clenched in fury. “You shouldn’t be thanking me,” he replied tersely. “Those thugs never should have brought you here in the first place. I had my doubts about their character but against my better judgment I allowed them to join my crew…” He abruptly kicked over a nearby barrel, apparently needing something on which to take his aggression out.

  Delia jumped at the sudden display of violence.

  Just then a large wave crashed against the ship, causing it to rock to and fro in the ocean as though it were a toy boat in a sewer gutter. Delia fell to the deck, her skirt riding up her creamy thighs. The pirate, seemingly unbothered by the turbulence, picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. Then he carried her away.

  The pirate took Delia into an empty room and deposited her atop a large bed. “I need to go help the crew navigate the storm,” he told her. “You’ll wait here until the worst of it is over. It’s safer for you down here. I’m going to lock the door behind me to make sure you don’t do anything stupid – and to make sure no other crew members have dishonorable intentions. I think they’re trustworthy but it’s been a long
time since they’ve seen a woman…” He cleared his throat gruffly and then left.

  The ship rocked and swayed as the waves crashed against it. Delia could hear rain pounding against the side of the ship. She shut her eyes and waited for it to pass, thankful that she wasn’t prone to seasickness.

  Finally, it seemed the worst of the storm was over. Delia dozed. When she heard a key turning in the door, she sat up in alarm, still shaken from her encounter with the awful pirates who’d kidnapped her. When the captain entered, Delia felt relief. Then, when he lit a lantern and she got a good look at him, she gasped.

  “What happened to you?” she demanded as she took in his bloodied and battered body. He, meanwhile, rummaged through a drawer until he located a first aid kit.

  “The storm was worse than we expected,” he said simply as he sat down heavily at the edge of the bed. “I’ll be fine, I just need to dress the wounds and wait for them to heal.”

  He pulled off his torn, tattered and bloody shirt. Delia couldn’t help but notice what a rock hard, muscular body he had. She also noticed several large welts on his back and realized he’d never be able to reach them himself.