Taken by the Pirates E-Book

Fabia Berry

• Herausgeber: Fabia Berry
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

I’m just a cute blonde coed who came to the docks today to collect for charity. I didn’t expect to find a real-live pirate ship there. And I certainly didn’t expect a horde of vile, cackling freebooters to come storming out of the sinister galleon to seize me and haul me aboard and subject me to long hours of terrible sexual indignities. And the most terrible part of all is how much I enjoy it!

Leseprobe

Taken by the Pirates

By Fabia Berry

Copyright 2019 by Fabia Berry

This work contains explicit sexual content and is for adults only.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

It’s a beautiful sunny summer day, with not a cloud to mar the blue of the sky, and the warm salt breeze coming in off the bay ruffles my long blonde hair and makes my thin yellow cotton sundress ripple and flatten against my soft, nubile curves. I’m out collecting donations for needy kids once again. After those cruel, humiliating hours I spent at the police station the other day (the mere thought of which makes my heart thump in shame and disgust and brings a hot flush to my cheeks and certain other body parts), I have decided to stay away from downtown for a while. Instead I’ve come here, to the docks, where I hope to find some kind, wholesome sailors who will be only too glad to shell out their hard-won earnings for charity.

The clop of my sandals on the pier suddenly stops dead as I’m brought to an abrupt halt by the surprising and ominous sight I see before me. Amid the clean white yachts and the plain but functional metal cargo ships that line the docks, there’s a huge old galleon like something right out of an old pirate movie, its bulking sides crusted with barnacles and hung with long, slimy dark-green seaweed. Black cannons jut out from holes in its sides. The figurehead is a lewdly smiling, plump-breasted mermaid. A spiderweb of masts and spars and ropes crisscrosses the blue sky overhead, and atop it all flaps the pirate flag, the skull and crossbones.

Sudden movement high up amid the rigging wrests my attention from the ominous Jolly Roger. There’s a man in the crow’s nest! A scruffy, seedy fellow with a red-and-white striped shirt, and a black bandanna covering the top of his head. He’s looking at me through a black spyglass. His grizzled jaw drops, and he lowers the spyglass to take a fresh look at me, his bloodshot eyes wild and huge. The way he’s looking at me makes me shift uneasily, my tummy suddenly twisting into nervous knots.

The knots only grow tighter when he thrusts out one thin but muscular arm, points a finger at me, and hollers, “Wench, ahoy!”

Hideous faces appear all along the galleon’s nearer gunwale. Dozens upon dozens of them, a frightful collection of bushy beards, eyepatches, cutlass scars, glinting gold teeth. They leer at me, their eyes blazing with inhuman lust. Somehow I know that they have just returned from a long, long voyage, many months spent upon the high seas far from land and civilization, with no one but their fellow pirates for company. And with no women to slake their bestial lusts, those desires are seething, boiling, ready to explode. Shameful tingles course through me as I feel their eyes sliding all over me, and I can’t help thinking of all the terrible things these lust-mad, barely human desperadoes would do to me given half a chance. I imagine them rending off my clothes in their rough, calloused hands, then taking turns with my helpless, quaking, naked body. My pussy’s getting absolutely saturated as I think about it.