A Pirate's Bounty: Part 1

September 26, 2019

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His leather boots descended the steps with such control that his footsteps were light, and somehow still made a deep thudding noise. Quiet, but enough to send *** through the ship. He had descended from the main deck, passed through the sleeping quarters of his crew, and further until he was below the supplies deck. His ship creaked and rocked gently. He was glad that it was a calm day. He had enjoyed the sunshine, but down here in the lowest deck, the only light came from the lanterns that hung from the ceiling. He had many down here, since he wanted to have a good view of his Submissives.

His boots finally reached the bottom step, and it sent a new wave of *** through the naked bodies. Some of them squirmed; more so the blindfolded ones since they had no idea what to expect. Others simply whimpered. At first they had been restrained on their knees, some sat down and others laying on their sides. When he had realised that there was not enough room, he had started binding their wrists to the ceiling, and so stood in a row on either side of the walkway were ten beautiful young specimens. He took a step forward, their bodies trembled with panic, his hands rising. The first few shied away from his touch, then one who was blindfolded suddenly shrieked when his fingertips brushed her stomach. He passed by a Submissive and his fingertips brushed her leg, then her clitoris, and then found the air again. Nothing.

He stopped, and even that inaction spurred a few more cries of worry. He smiled curiously, turning on his heel. More whimpering, but none from this last Submissive. He approached her, and she watched him with rebellious eyes. She was stood in front of a plank of wood that was slightly off horizontal, her wrists bound to it so that her arms were bent, her hands level with her hips. Her breasts were large and rounded, but her frame was neither large nor small. Quite a perfect figure, actually; he thought. Her hair was dark brown and reached her shoulders, her face smooth with a sharp chin. Her mouth was set in a defensive line and her eyes had a fire within them that he enjoyed.

She kept her mouth shut as he grabbed her lower jaw in his right hand, and he lifted her face to inspect it closer. She truly was beautiful, but with a roughness to her features that was clear in her spirit rather than the physical appearance of her face.

“You are clearly not afraid. Why is that?” He waited, but she just stared at him. His hand slowly withdrew from her jaw, lowering until his fingers cupped her labia. Her legs fidgeted a little bit, but she made no attempt to defend herself. He smiled even more curiously, entertained by her defiance. He pressed his thumb against her clitoris and her nostrils flared, but still she said nothing.

“Let us see if we can loosen that tongue of yours.”