Savannah had given up screaming for help. Now, she only screamed out for mercy.
She had no idea how she had come to be on this ship, swaying to the rhythmic pull of the ocean waves as she remained the captive of these pirates. The last thing Savannah recalled was heading back from the Halloween party in her sexy pirate outfit. The next moment, she found herself tied to a chair, out at sea and surrounded by this pirate crew.
Savannah had heard the news reports of strange disappearances and scenarios being acted out based on the costumes that the victims were wearing. Surely this couldn’t be it? Surely she must have been dreaming? The rope pressing around her wrists and ankles to secure her to the chair, along with the contact she felt as hands pressed all over her body, told her that this was no simple dream.
The female captain ignored Savannah’s questions while the crew pawed at her and fondled her.
“The lady of the hour! Welcome aboard, beautiful. Make yerself comfortable. Ye’ll be here a long, long time. Yer in for a rough ride, lass. It won’t be easy, not by a long shot. But if ye please me an’ the crew, ye might just live to see the sunrise.”
Savannah cried out that she didn’t belong here, yet even in her desperation to escape and her confusion, she could still smell a heavy, sweet scent in the air. Every breath seemed to coat her body and mind with a slight sense of euphoria. The effect meant that the many hands that pressed to her body as the crew tore her clothes to shreds aroused instead of repulsed her. She feared what would happen if this continued.
As she pulled fruitlessly against the ropes and screamed out for them to stop at once, the crew continued to caress her near-naked body, only tatters left of her pirate costume. As much as the situation should have frozen her body and mind with fear, the combination of the sensual air and the constant caressing had caused a sexual longing to flood through her. Regardless of the aphrodisiac effects the surroundings were causing, Savannah winced at the thought that she was so turned on in this situation.
As the crew groped her, pawing at her chest and up and down her body, stopping short of touching between her thighs, the captain did nothing but watch and grin before addressing her again.
“Yer gonna keep those eyes locked on me the whole night, lass. Don’t even think about lookin’ away, not for a second. Got it?”
Savannah didn’t answer right away. A firm pinch to her nipples made her cry out before replying that she understood. The crew suddenly backed away as the captain stepped forward and forcefully parted Savannah’s legs as wide as possible. The arousal that pumped through her body, coupled with the constant attention her body had received both aurally and physically, had overcome her terror and confusion. Between her legs lay a wet mess of longing that belied her resolve.
“Listen ‘ere. If ye want to survive the night, ye’d best prove ye ain’t gonna give in like some common wench. Show me ye can control yerself, and when ye get close, ye’d better tell me. Got it?”
Savannah instantly responded that she understood, to which the captain then knelt between her legs and feasted on the woman’s delicacy. She worked with absolute precision as if devouring Savannah was an act of precision. Slowly and carefully, her tongue found and explored every fold. She licked, kissed and nibbled every tender crevice to leave her almost gasping with the need for more.
The captain wasn’t eating her pussy, she was savouring her. Savannah was so focused on how much this woman was making her clitoris throb with need that she almost forgot about about the crew standing behind her and holding her in place – not that they needed to. Once the woman between her thighs started flicking her tongue against that swollen nub of her clitoris, Savannah began moaning out loud. The crew cheered and said all manner of sexual things to her, but she could only focus on the surging ecstasy.
With how gentle and slow the captain was being with her, it wouldn’t have typically been enough to get her there. However, with the sizzling heat that circulated through her and the way the captain had slowly built things up, Savannah was quickly shaking on the brink.
As soon as she signalled that she was about to come, the captain backed off, returning to slowly circling around her clitoris and pressing her mouth all around her pussy except the places she needed her to most. She never quite gave enough suction, or licked firmly enough – always just a fraction away from providing sexual relief.
“Aye, that’s it. Scream out fer us. Tell us you want us to take a turn on you.”
“Go on, beg ‘er to make you come like the needy little strumpet you are.”
As the crew continued to drink and yell and cheer, Savannah held out, shivering with need as, time and again, the captain brought her to the edge and stopped. The gentle seduction of her pussy meant that she was constantly only a few flickers away from being right there, from feeling like her body would be swept up in a wave of orgasmic bliss. Instead, she was tormented by those that cruel, calculated mouth.
Savannah never once took her eyes off the captain and never said anything other than when she was close until, finally, she received what her body needed. The captain continued to slowly slip her tongue up and down over her clitoris as Savannah cried out that she was again on the edge. She came wildly, thrashing in the chair as the whirlpool of ecstasy sucked her in and wouldn’t let go. The speed of her tongue never increased, dragging the pleasure out unbearably. Savannah couldn’t even press her thighs against the captain’s head as crew members quickly gripped her legs to hold her tight. After the orgasm passed, she was too sensitive to endure it but had no choice.
Finally, the captain stood. Wiping the pussy juice from her lips and chin, she spoke.
“Right, ye scurvy dogs! Feasting time! Only the strongest claim the booty. Show me why ye deserve a place on me ship!”
At that, the crew fought over Savannah’s body. One at a time, crew members would spread her legs and devour her pussy like rabid animals before another would pull them away and take their place. The fighting was rapid and intense. Much punching and throwing happened in the blink of an eye before the victor quickly took his place kneeling between Savannah’s legs to eat her out. She was being fought over like a prize, their highest reward seeming to be her orgasms. Even as the crew fought, they cheered and applauded as one of the crew member’s lashing tongues brought her to another shaking orgasm. She’d been rendered so sensitive by the captain that it seemed so easy to make her come.
Occasionally she’d be right on the brink, then another crew member would snatch that person away and fight to take their spot. Most times, however, Savannah was quickly brought to orgasm by one of the pirates sucking so attentively on her over-sensitive clitoris.
Savannah needed it to stop, yet as much as she tried to thrash and scream out for mercy, nothing changed. The crew was a large one, so there was no way she could handle every one of them fighting over her and forcing her to come. She was a whimpering wreck already, her body shivering from overstimulation, and it didn’t seem like even a fraction of the crew had entered the fray.
She continued to keep her eyes locked on the captain as much as possible when her eyes weren’t clamped shut while trying to endure the waves of tongues dashing her against the rocks of orgasm.
She began to beg and plead for it to stop. There was no reply. The captain simply grinned at the prisoner. Screaming that it was too much also brought nothing other than fingers penetrating her pussy, fingerfucking her while her clitoris was sucked.
Never in her wildest dreams had Savannah pictured her pussy being made to withstand such savagery. As much as she had imagined being eaten out without remorse, the reality was an unfathomable intensity.
As Savannah felt like she was drowning in pleasure, unable to push her head up from the surface of climax to even gulp a breath, she shrieked out that she’d give anything for it to stop. She continued to offer all manner of possessions and money for mercy – for them to stop forcing her to come.
“There only be one treasure that means anything, and it’s between yer legs, the jewel of yer clitoris, added to the bounty of orgasms that we’ve spent years accumulating.”
Repeatedly, she was forced to come as they continued to fondle, grope, fingerfuck her and ravage her poor, swollen red pussy. Fighting with one another and then devouring her pussy the way they were, it was like she was captive in a cage with wild animals. She continued to scream and cry out, shifting from screaming to the heavens for someone to stop this torment, to simply begging the captain to show any mercy at all. None came.
With one last ditch effort, Savannah looked directly into the captain’s eyes and asked something that might at least give her pussy a little respite compared to this aggressive mauling. She asked if the captain would please eat her out again.
This seemed to be exactly what the captain was waiting for.
“Good lass. I thought ye’d never ask!”
With that, the crew instantly returned to behind Savannah as the captain repeated what she did before, kneeling down and slowly working Savannah’s hypersensitive tenderness over in that slow, precise manner. Unlike before, the captain didn’t stop when Savannah was on the edge, making her come just as intensely as before while continuing to lick and suckle on that sweet red jewel.
It didn’t take long at all before Savannah could no longer come, her body entirely spent. She could feel the onset of post-orgasm cramps as her pussy was too sensitive. The captain knew that no more orgasms could be forced from this new pet.
“Ay. We’ll let ye rest for now. Ye did well, lass. Ye pleased me, so we’ll not be throwin’ yer overboard. Alas, me beauty, thar be weeks ahead of us before we see land next. That was just one night.”
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