A Pirate's Captive

[Virgininneed]

Maria's eyes widened: he wasn't joking. She slowly removed her coset and underwear blushing. She lowered her eyes shyly unsure what she was supposed to do. She trembled as he approached a little scared and excited.

Her heart was thumping in her chest and her breath quickened. She tried to cover herself cheeks pink. No man had ever seen her naked, and she had never seen any man naked.

She had never felt this shy before and unsure of herself. She probably wasn't what he was used to, and she was worried he wouldn't like her. She shivered, now without protection from the cold

 

[JustABadBoy]

As Maria began shedding her underclothes, Thomas's heart began pounding noticeably. He'd expected a fight from her -- or at least an attempt at flight. But then, was she going to run up on deck dressed like that, begging to be saved from the Pirate King by his Pirate Peasants?

As the corset and underwear fell away, the wide smirk on his face faded, replaced by an expression of awe. Thomas had never seen a young woman naked, not even when he himself had been young. He'd lost his virginity to a common whore twice his age, paid for by his mother's second husband. His first true lover, ironically, had been that same man's mistress, whom Thomas had taken for his own after killing the man for being unfaithful to his dying mother; she, too, had been twice his age, as had her sister, with whom Thomas had had a secret affair with simultaneously.

No, he couldn't think of a single woman in her teens that he had ever partaken of, and he knew for a fact that none had been pure as he was sure Maria was.

The last of her clothes fell to the wooden deck, and he wasted no time; he swept her up into his arms and, moving onto it on his knees, took her to the middle of the bed and laid her back, immediately pressing his mouth to hers in a soft, yet passionate kiss.

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria gasped as Thomas picked her up. She was so small and he was very strong, but she was surprised by how easily he scooped her up. She looked up at him as he carried her to the bed and laid her down.

She moaned softly as he kissed her and she closed her eyes. She touched his cheek gently watching him. She was about to lose her virginity to a pirate, and yet... She didn't feel frightened.

The only thing she was scared of was the pain. Shed heard that for girls it hurt the first time, but she trusted Thomas. She knew he wouldn't hurt her on purpose and the thought calmed her.

She blushed again (the effect Thomas always had on her). She slowly began to unbutton his shirt. The die was cast and there was no turning back. She knew why she was doing it: not to defy her father, not to escape the marriage, not even to become a pirate she realized. She was doing it because she wanted to

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas was surprised that Maria was going along so willingly, unbuttoning his shirt. He was expecting her to back out at any moment. She was trembling; it might have been the chill of the air, but he knew that it was most likely what she was doing, giving herself to a man she didn't know.

He could back out as well. He could preserve her purity, her honor; could simply say "Thank you for the offer" and explain that he was giving her more time, go decide when she wanted to become a woman, if she wanted to at all. But he wouldn't. He wanted her, and he didn't care what proper society would consider right or not.

He knew that this would be hard for her, not just emotionally but physically as well. He may have never had a virgin himself, but he'd heard braggarts talk about the pain they caused virgins -- cracking eggs open -- or making them bleed -- parting the red sea. He didn't want to hurt Maria, of course; but he wasn't sure how to have what he wanted without doing so.

He could at least try to ease her in. As they continued kissing -- something that she seemed to be quickly learning to do -- he caressed a hand down her neck to her breast, gently squeezing it, toying with her nipple. He kissed her chest, then her nipple; he suckled her softly, nibbling lightly.

And all the while that his mouth was at her breasts, he was caressing a hand lower, from her rib cage to her belly, from her belly to her hip, from her hip over the patch of dark curly hair at the meeting of her legs, from the patch of hair to the soft flesh between her thighs.

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria moaned softly as Thomas played with her nipples. She had known very little about sex and didn't realize what it felt like. She felt herself getting wet and was surprised, unsure why. She kissed Thomas gently but passionately slowly removing his shirt. His chest was hard and muscular as she put her hands against it.

Her back arched as he nibbled. She didn't know what he was doing to her but it felt good. Her hands ran down his arms and she stared up at him. She stroked his cheek kissing him again and ran her fingers through his hair. She now knew he was the one she wanted to lose her virginity to.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas felt the wetness between her legs and softly slipped a finger between her soft, swollen lips. She was warm, her body instinctively lubricating her for what it knew was coming.

He hadn't often considered the pleasure of the woman he was with before his, but seeing her beginning to writhe below him was exciting. He lifted his knee into her, pushing her legs apart. Opened farther, he felt about until he found that small piece of flesh that he knew was the source of a woman's ecstasy. He pulled his face back from hers; he wanted to watch her as he began manipulating her little button of fun...

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria whimpered as he pulled away. She didn't want him to stop, it felt so good. Suddenly she gasped. "Oh god... What? What are you doing?" she cried out in pleasure her back arching. Her hips began to move on their own accord. It felt amazing. She began to squirm tortured by the pleasure and need she was feeling

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Oh god..." she cried. "What? What are you doing?"

As he gently fondled her clit, her movements became more animated, the before-unknown pleasure taking control of her being. Thomas smiled broadly; no woman had ever reacted this way to his manipulations, or if she had she had likely been simply trying to give him his money's worth.

He recalled a farmer's daughter once on a tiny island they'd captured, a flirtatious young vixen who'd done the better-looking half of his crew before the French had finally come through with the ransom for the small community. She'd certainly enjoyed Thomas. But, Maria was ... different. She'd been untouched until this moment -- or that was his assumption by her initial reluctance and current reaction -- and the thought that he was introducing her to such joy was worth all the loot they'd removed from her ship.

He repositioned his arm, moving his hand to his belt line to begin the process of removing his clothing so he could make a woman of her. At the same time, he gently began inserting his middle finger into her, using her own fluids to lube it. She was, of course, tight -- extremely tight -- and Thomas began to worry about whether he'd be able to get his above average sized penis inside her. He leaned down to her again, pressing his mouth to her lips, using his tongue to part them, to give her a lesson in--

Thomas's head jerked up, a surprise look coming to his face. He stared at the bulkhead for a moment, cocking his head; his finger, still slightly inside Maria's pussy fulled out with a slight pop.

"Something's wrong," he mumbled. A moment later, the ship creaked louder than it had done so since the fighting had ended the night before. "They're pulling the anchor--"

"Sail ho...!" the call came out from high above. "Sail ho! Four points to starboard."

Suddenly, the shuffling of feet throughout the ship that had told Thomas that the work had been continuing became rapid stomping steps of boots climbing ladders and heading for duty stations.

Thomas leaped from the bed, quickly buckling his belt and gathering his sword and scabbard. He was almost out the door before he stopped to look back at -- to ogle for a moment -- the young, naked body of his soon-to-be crew mate and lover. He smiled broadly, assuring her, "We'll finish this as soon as we are out of range of the English."

And he was gone.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas surged out of the ship's hold, calling out, "Hans, report!"

The First Mate spun to respond, then hesitated at the sight of his Captain still buttoning his shirt and setting straight his clothes. A smirk crossed his face. "British war ship, Cap'n, coming from the east. It'd take too long--"

"There's no time to take the ship," Thomas finished the man's statement. The commercial ship wasn't ready to sail, and the pirate crew wasn't familiar enough with this particular vessel to simply replace the British seaman and outrun the quickly approaching ship. "Order all hands back to the Mary Jane."

Hans smiled even wider. "Already done, Cap'n."

Thomas gave his most trusted man a quizzical look; Hans was readying the bigger boat for sail, so why would he also be sending the men back to The Mary Jane?

Then it struck him. Thomas spun to look for the raised anchor, only to see that it had been cut loose, not raised. He looked upwards and found men not setting the sails for flight but cutting loose the lines that made them function.

Thomas joined his second in command in the smile. The First Mate was preventing the ship's crew from operating the vessel. That would give the approaching ship a choice: chase and attempt to capture the fleeing pirate boat, or save the commercial ship, its crew, and its passengers -- likely more important to them than the other two -- from drifting to the rocky shoals that were already within sight.

Thomas hurried past his First Mate, slapping him on the back. "You're a good man, Hans. Maybe we won't die today, no?"

"Maybe, Cap'n," the First Mate answered, immediately turning back to the men aloft to call them down from their work. "To the Mary Jane, men."

Down on The Mary Jane, Thomas found the rest of his crew quickly lashing down the loot from the commercial ship. More good men, he thought, realizing he hardly had to call out order at all -- yet, to remind them of who was in charge, he did anyway.

Once he'd hurried covered the length of the smaller pirate boat, then turned to head back again, he returned to the British boat for another look beyond bow; the war ship was noticeably closer.

"She's making good time, Cap'n," a crew man said unnecessarily from his perch several yards up the main mast. "Do we have time?"

Thomas answered by turning and hollering, "All hands to The Mary Jane ... NOW!"

All about him, from every direction, pirates hurried to the big ship's port side and jumped, swung, and climbed, returning to their own boat.

"What about the rest of the hostages, Cap'n," Hans called to Thomas.

Thomas spun, hollering, "Why aren't they already on the--?"

Suddenly, he understood the Hans meant a specific hostage: Maria. The others, as ordered, would already be on board The Mary Jane. He pointed toward the hold, saying softer, "Please, Hans ... will you?"

He watched his First Mate salute and head down for the last -- and most important -- hostage, then turned back to view the warship just as a puff of gray smoke, accented by a bright flash of flame, spat out from the mid deck.

From the crow's nest of The Mary Jane, a pirate called, "In-com-ing...!"

All about the smaller ship and the commercial vessel, men hit the deck, awaiting the rapidly speeding cannon ball. Even before it struck, Thomas growled to the men on the bigger boat's deck, "Get up, you little girls!"

A splash sounded outside the pirate boat, water surging high into the sky and wetting the deck.

"They aren't going to shoot their own boat," Thomas said, kicking at one of the prostrate men, "with their own people on board, you rats. Get off! Get to the MJ, now!"

As the remaining men headed over the side, Thomas watched a second, then third flash of cannon fire. He knew they weren't trying to hit the hulls of either ship; the British warship's commander would know that the hostages had been split up. No, he was trying to damage The Mary Jane's rigging, to prevent her from fleeing.

And yet, as he watched the second shot splash as harmlessly as the first, and the third blow the naked oak figure -- the original Mary Jane -- off the bow of the ship, all he could think of was Maria, lying naked below him.

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria figured that they were going to have to move soon so she quickly put on her dress. She wanted to help fight but knew this was not the best time to do so. She put a knife in her boot and turned around as the first mate came in. She knew after what happened with the last man, he wouldn't touch her. Plus, he was very loyal to the captain. She hurried on deck with him and saw what was happening. She hurried with him to the other ship

 

[JustABadBoy]

With all hands returned to The Mary Jane and Hans escorting Maria safely -- and thankfully dressed -- down as the boarding ladder, Thomas hurried into the hold and found the remaining hostages. The three dozen sailors were bound and gagged and literally stuffed into a brig that had been designed to hold at the most a dozen men.

Thomas pulled a dagger from his belt and cut one man's hands free. Then he jabbed the knife into the deck just outside the cell, and set the cell keys on the floor just beyond the key ring.

"You're ship is on fire," he told them. "Cut yourself free, and save your ship ... or you all die!"

He turned, grabbed a lantern, and threw it against a distant bulkhead. It erupted in a fire ball. And then he was gone, back up the ladder to the main deck -- just as another shot from the war ship passed between the two ships -- and over the side to his own ship.

He knew that the men would struggle to reach the keys but do it they would; and he knew that once they were out, they would spend the next several minutes fighting the fire. By the time the reached the main deck and it's guns, The Mary Jane would be out of firing range. And by the time they realized that, they would also realize their ship was drifting for the shoals, and certain disaster. A call to the warship would save them, but would allow the pirates to escape.

It was a brilliant plan, Thomas knew. He knew this because he'd done it before, only this time, he hoped it would actually work!



It was after dark when The Mary Jane cruised into San Phillipe. The port was, theoretically, a British possession, although the English had no warships or troops permanently assigned here to protect it; and most of the businesses and economic activities were driven by the wealth brought to the small island by pirates such as Thomas.

Also theoretically, Thomas and his crew were wanted men here. But the Governor had contracted The Mary Jane and its crew as Privateers -- making them legal pirates, so long as they didn't attack British vessels -- and, well, as long as the Governor didn't know about the events of the past two days, all was fine as far as he and Thomas were concerned.

Once they'd entered port and saw no war ships, Thomas handed control over to Hans, saying, "I have some unfinished business below. Where is she?"

"Your quarters, Cap'n," Hans answered with a smirk. The First Mate had put the maiden in Thomas's stateroom at the stern and told her to lock the door -- From the inside, he'd told her, adding, I somehow doubt you intend to escape, my lady. "If you're lucky, she's still there, but I have to warn you, Tom ... I didn't clear the room of weapons. I know you're carrying one of your own--" Hans glanced toward his Captain's crotch. "--but she's had twelve hours to reconsider whether she wants you to use it or not."

Thomas laughed heartily and slapped the man on his back as he headed for the ladder down to the belly of the smaller ship. But, as he reached the door to his quarters, he did hesitate, wondering, She could very well have changed her mind, Thomas. Don't get your dick cut off ... 'cause she knows how to use a real weapon.

He laid his hand upon his cutlass -- not intending to need it for anything other than parrying a blow from an angered Maria -- and pushed the door open.

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria jumped up as the door opened. She knew Thomas was tough and didn't need help, but she hated the thought of him being injured. She breathed a sigh of relief when he walked through the door, unharmed. She smiled up at him and kissed him gently. He looked surprised. "What? Did you think I was going to be mad at you? I would only have been angry if I found out you got hurt."

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas smiled broadly. He'd feared he'd lost her to the bad timing of the warship's arrival; feared that, with the passion interrupted, she would realize she was making a mistake getting involved with a pirate.

She was, of course, making a mistake. Even as he scooped her up into his arms again and carried to his bed, immediately beginning to disrobe her, he knew this was not the future for her. She belonged in a stone block mansion on a hill, drinking tea and ordering about house slaves, as they still were in some of the islands.

But he wanted her. He wanted her in the Biblical sense, but even more he simply wanted her in his life. She was brave and unflappable, and all day, as he'd directed the crew in their flight from not just one warship but, eventually, four, all he could think about was having her by his side, about beginning a whole new era of piracy. She was, as she'd proposed, going to open doors for him, get him into ports and onto ships that he could only have gotten into by spilling vast amounts of blood.

She was going to give all of this to him, soon. But tonight, she was going to give him something even more valuable.

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria kissed him gently her hand on his cheek. Slowly her kisses became more passionate.she closed her eyes lying down as they kissed. She unbuttoned his shirt running her hands down his chest. She quickly removed her clothing so that she was naked beneath him. She smiled at him stroking his cheek

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas rose to his knees, looking down upon her naked form. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, even more so now than that morning, because she was here, with him, undoubtedly of her free will, ready to be his lover.

He loosed the belt and ties holding his breeches in place. He tossed the belt to the floor, the metal clanging, then pushed his breeches down; his erection sprung out, causing him to chuckle recalling Hans' comment about his weapon. He laid down beside her and shed the remainder of his clothing, then slid up next to her, resuming the same position and -- particularly -- hand location between her parted thighs.

As he slipped his fingers between her labia, toying with her clit a bit before again fighting to insert a finger inside of her, he kissed her and said, "Now ... where were we my little Pirate?"

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria gasped as a finger slid into her. Her back arched and she was unable to respond to his question. She felt a need for something, but she didn't know what it was. There was this emptiness in her and she needed it to be filled. She cried out in pleasure writhing on his finger.

She looked down at his cock. It seemed huge to her and thick. Curiously she touched it stroking it. She knew its purpose but shed never actually seen one. "Oh god" she cried moving her hips

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas purred, then groaned at the feel of her stroking him. As he responded, she seemed to realize what made him feel good and continued with it. He repositioned himself, moving up her body a bit to give her more accessibility to his erection.

He wanted inside her, but -- compared to getting her to the bed and out of her clothes -- he wasn't in a hurry. He was going to hurt her; this was a fact. He'd seen other mens' weapons before, at the swimming holes and the beach below the Port Orr whore house and once when he'd been locked up for stealing and all the men had been stripped and treated for lice and such. He knew that, compared to the others, his weapon was closer to a cutlass than a dagger. But even if he'd been a pen knife, Maria was untouched and pure and wouldn't easily open to him.

He continued playing his fingers upon her now wet pussy, fondling her clit but primarily penetrating her, trying to prepare her for him.

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria saw Thomas's response and moved her hands faster. She began to grind herself against his hand moaning. She kissed him again as she stroked him until finally it became to much. "Oh!" she gasped and came on his fingers. She blushed looking up at him her cheeks pink

 

[JustABadBoy]

Her orgasm surprised Thomas; it came so quickly, her muted cry of ecstasy and suddenly trembling making him smile proudly. She was embarrassed, he could see, by the sensation running wild through her, which was also a surprise; the only women he'd ever seen orgasm were well experienced with ecstasy, and not first from he.

"Enjoy it, my sweet pirate," he whispered, fearful her innocence would drive her to be emotionally overwhelmed by the feelings that must be running through her body. "Enjoy it, Maria. It's beautiful ... you're beautiful this way."

He pressed his hand over her pussy and held it still, letting her enjoy the orgasm. When she finally seemed to be regaining her composure, he whispered, "I'm going to make love to you."

 

[Virgininneed]

"Enjoy it, my sweet pirate. Enjoy it, Maria. It's beautiful ... you're beautiful this way.

She blushed again smiling up at him. She had been surprised by the feeling and for a moment hadn't understood what happened. She kissed Thomas passionately and looked into his eyes. "I'm going to make love to you." she slowly spread her legs rubbing her fingers through his hair

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas moved to between her thighs, using the strength in his arms and legs to keep most of his weight off the small woman's body. He continued kissing her, pressing his mouth to her lips, her neck, her chest ... caressing her face ... slipping his splayed fingers through her hair. He was keeping her occupied with the passion ... while down below, he was gently probing at her wet pussy, massaging her swollen lips with the head and length of his dick, trying to accustom her to what was a head.

Finally, ready, he spread his knees to open her more, lifted his weight to one arm, extended and locked, and lowered the other hand to the small of her back. He met her eyes in a steady gaze, whispering, "This might hurt a bit ... but only the first time ... our first time ... first of many."

As he positioned the head of his penis at her opening and began to gently apply pressure, he wondered whether it had been a good idea to tell her that they were going to make love many times more, just before he caused her what many women called and excruciating experience.

He felt himself beginning to penetrate her and lowered himself to his elbow, quickly pressing his mouth to hers. He entered her with great difficulty ... and a deep, animal groan of pleasure.

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria cried in pain as he entered her stretching her. Her arm went around his neck as she kissed him. Her body was shaking from the pain she felt. She looked down and saw he was only a couple of inches inside her. She didn't want him to stop but... "Ahhhh." she cried out her back arching. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked up at Thomas and saw that he didn't want to hurt her, but it was impossible not to. She wanted to tell him that it was alright but she could barely speak. She screamed as he finally tore through her hymen

 

[JustABadBoy]

Once he'd broken through, Thomas slid into her with relative ease. The feel of her wrapping around him was incredible, leaving him conflicted about the pain he knew she must have been in.

He rested inside her for a long moment, feeling the warmth of her fluids -- blood and otherwise -- about his shaft. He wanted to stroke himself within her, wanted that feeling that he knew would drive him to climax. But he simply held motionless, pressing his mouth to her lips, to her neck, to her face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry I'm hurting you."

He caressed her face with one hand while he lifted his upper body on the other, looking to her face. She looked as conflicted as he, her expression a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Should I stop?" he asked, trying to sound compassionate and sincere when all he wanted to do was fuck her until he'd been satisfied. "Shall we stop, my little pirate beauty?"

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria knew that he wanted to continue and was upset that he had hurt her. She lay beneath him for a while as the pain faded. Then she looked up at him and touched his cheek. "I know you didn't want to hurt me. I understand. But please don't stop. It doesn't hurt anymore." she smiled at him

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas didn't believe her; he could see it in her face. But he continued anyway, telling her, "I'll be gentle, my sweet. I promise."

He did try, but it wouldn't have mattered, he knew. He could feel her welcoming him a bit more with every slow stroke, but the tenseness of her body, the clutching of her hands at his back, the way her jaws clenched, then open to allow her to release a cry.

Fortunately for her -- and likely for him, as he, too, wanted this to end quickly -- he hadn't been with a woman for quite a while. The Mary Jane had been away from San Phillipe for nearly three months, the crews longest cruise under Thomas. His orgasm came to him quickly and with power; he pushed deep inside her, erupting with a great grunt, then holding still as he felt his dick pump again and again and again inside her. His mind swam with the explosion of pleasure surging through him; his eyes closed, his mouth opened, and once he was able to speak again, he let out a simple, "Ooooh, Maria..."