A Pirate's Plaything

Note from the Author:

Explicit sex. Rough sex. Forced sexual acts. Please read with caution.

It is dark erotica with some brutality.

Some individuals may find it triggering or upsetting please do not read if you do. The intent is not to upset anyone.

It took the pirate ship Whirlwind all of two minutes to draw next to and overwhelm the Mandrake. A far slower ship.

And the Pirate Captain had every intention of collecting all the cargo as spoils. Unfortunately that entailed me since I was hiding in the cargo hold.

But some quick thinking had me wrapping my extra shirt around my head to hide my hair and cover my feminine eyebrows and shadow my eyes. Untucking my shirt and stuffing loaves of bread in the thighs of my pants to make me seem as shapeless as possible.

A cabin boy.

I heard the screams on the deck stop and the creaking of them popping the lock on the hold. They flipped it open and I immediately cried surrender. Offering to be their cabin boy.

The dark pirate captain watched me with unflinching intensity. Deep brown eyes gazing at me hungrily.

And I was very afraid he knew.

“I do.” He murmured as he caught me by the arm. Declaring. “I’ll take the cabin boy.”

He drug me straight to his cabin.

I scrambled to keep up.

Once inside, he kicked the door closed and tossed me against the wall. “What the devil are you thinking!”

“What?” I blinked my big brown eyes in confusion.

“I’ve pirated the Peril Sea for over two hundred years. You think I can’t spot a woman when I see one?” He demanded.

“But I’m not.” I shook my head fearfully. “Cap. Just mere Cabin Boy.”

“Sure you are.” He glowered darkly. “Drop your pants and show me your cock then, Lad."

“No, Sir. I’m not that manner of cabin boy.”

He shook me by my arm. “You’re not one atall!”

Without warning he thrust his hands down my oversized breeches.

I gasped. Relieved when he retrieved only a loaf of bread. Pulling it out to eye it. Then tilting his head toward me contemptuously.

I shrugged. “They leaves me alone sir, when they think me bigger.”

I bowed my shoulders to appear stouter.

He snorted. “Fine. Have it your way.”

He delved his hand in again and headed straight down the center. Unsurprised to follow my flat belly down over a flat pelvis. Hooking his finger to enter me.

I gasped.

He pinned me harder against the door and pressed his finger in more deeply. Covering my mouth with his other hand. Using his torso to hold me to the wall.

I was screaming and gasping behind his hand but no one could hear me.

He worked his finger expertly in and out of me.

Making me melt. Dampening his finger.

Then he withdrew it. “Let me show you what a pirate does to a woman pretending to be a cabin boy.”

He caught me by the shoulders and turned to throw me backward on his little bunk in the corner.

I scrambled up it and hugged my knees protectively to my chest. Suddenly very afraid. “Please.”

“It’s too late.” He ruthlessly caught my ankles and drug them to the foot of the bed. Pulling his belt loose to cinch around one ankle and tie to the bed post.

He walked around it while I struggled in panic. Yanking at it. He gathered a fistful of rope and tied my other leg. “If you’d come clean when I asked like a woman with integrity, I’d have locked you in here and kept you safe. But you chose to lie like the fiend you are. So I’ll teach you precisely why you don’t lie to a dangerous man.”

“No. Don’t.” I breathed. “I’ll scream.”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t recommend it. What do you think my men will do once they know there’s a warm, wet woman on this ship.” He eyed my body. Unable to discern a shape under the garb.

He plucked my shirt from my head and sent a wash of waving brown hair spilling over the bedding.

“Good. You are a grown woman.”

“No!” I grasped at the hope of deterring him. “I’m a young ’un, Cap. Swear. Not of my first bleed.”

He gave me another contemptuous glance.

Then he ripped my shirt open. Sending buttons scattering over the cabin. Exposing the bindings over my breasts.

Collecting a cutlery knife he turned it flat against my sternum.

“Don’t move.” He cautioned. He slit the bindings and to my horror my bountiful breasts burst from the bindings. Dusky brown nipples upright for his attention.

And his gaze feasted on them. He reached down and pinched one.

I objected and lurched up.

He paused to cut the excess rope from my ankle and used another chunk to hook my wrist to the corner post despite my struggles. He leaned his weight over me. Pinning me into the reed mattress while he knotted the rough rope.

I only had one hand left and I intended to fight.

“Don’t bother.” He roughly wound the remainder of the rope.

But I was already twisting to try to get my other wrist free.

So he wasted no time to tie that one too.

“Have it your way. I like a helpless woman.” Then he began ripping my clothes open. “Let’s see what you have under here.”