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Kidnapped by Pirates

Lucille's face immediately turned into a frown, and then into a rather depressed pout. "B-But but but..." She mumbled, and then looked shocked as they joked over using her kitten as meat. The thought made her entire body shake, and she gasped as the rest of them laughed.

Her face only got red as he told her they didn't mean what they had said. The fact they could joke about things like this. "Its not funny..." She mumbled quietly. Walking close to him, she avoided the looks from the other men. She didn't want to acknowledge the fact they were giving her such dirty looks.

"I want to see her." She cooed, and then looked to where they were heading. It looked as if they were heading to the captains quarters. This was good, she could see Annie. But, this also meant she would be alone. With a pirate. In a bed room.

[Is it bad I keep thinking of him as the real-life Captain Hook guy? xD]
 
He led her to his quarters, lighting a lantern to illuminate the room for the both of them. It was the largest cabin on the ship, with a desk attached to the wall and numerous sea charts and maps tacked down. Navigational instruments manned the walls aloung with various trophies: paintings, statues, all taken from the nobles on the ocean. In the corner of it all was a large bed, draped in soft black sheets.

Her kitten was nowhere to be found. In fact, it looked as though her cat was even in the room. While she pondered where it could be Rogers locked the door behind them, sealing her inside alone with him.

"Now my dear," he said with a lustful smirk, "shall we find that pussy of yours?"
 
Lucille looked around the room, religiously searching for her gray kitten. Once inside, she ran towards the corners of the room, hoping to find the terrified animal hiding from them. "Antoinette!" She yelled, and looked up the bed covers. Running to the other side of the room, she looked under his desk, hoping she would be there. "Annie!" She screamed, suddenly becoming terrified. Where was she?!

Immediately her body bolted upwards as she heard a door lock. "What?" He hadn't said anything yet when she stood up, but his following words made her blood run cold. "Uhm... I.." She was stuttering again. At a loss for words. Sniffling, she ran towards the door.

"I need to find her!" She cried, and then tried to unlock the door. Right now that cat was her world. She had nothing left of her home or family. Her pet was her life now. "You have to let me out. She could get hurt!"
 
He came up behind her, his arms sliding around her chest. "Now now, calm herself lass. You need to learn to relax. There's something else that needs your attention now, and believe me when I say it needs petting more than that cat o' yours."

His hands moved over her body, Feeling her breasts under her dress and moving down to the apex of her thighs. He sniffed her neck, letting her scent fill him. She smelled divine, like fresh-cut flowers. Innocent, pure, and ripe for defiling. He started pushing the younger girl towards his bed, turning her around to plant a forceful kiss on her lips as he held her shoulders.
 
Lucille backed away for a moment as he went behind her. "B-b-but... Thats the only thing I h-have right n-now." The man's warm breath went against her neck like steam, and she felt tingles run down her body. He smelt of rum up close, sweat, and yet, some form of spices or cologne. But pirates didn't wear cologne. It had to of been something fancy he had eaten.

Of course, the girl's thoughts immediately stopped as she felt his hands running over her body. She tried to sneak out of his grasp, but she found his grasp too strong. She gulped as he turned her around, now more scared than ever. Her kitten was gone, probably being tortured by drunk fools, and now she was being groped by a dirty pirate.

"Let me go..." She whined, but suddenly, her body was turned around. Her eyes opened widely in disgust as she felt lips crushing against her own. To be honest, it was her first real kiss. But oh, she would have done anything to not received it. "Get off!" She groaned, trying to push his body from hers.
 
Rogers had every intention of returning Lucille to her family after they paid the ransom, but he'd be a damned fool if he didn't take a little bit of pleasure out of her. Pulling back from the kiss he gave her a grin and a wink. "You taste divine, girl."

With one strong shove she was bounding face up on the bed, quickly followed by Rogers as he moved his body on top of hers, trapping her under his large frame. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, running his tongue over her skin as he tasted her supple flesh. His hands where everywhere, squeezing and grasping her body through her dress.
 
Lucille clenched her eyes tightly when he finished kissing her. She didn't want to see his face at all. Still, her eyes cracked open as he pushed her onto the bed. "No!" She whined, and raised her legs up, trying to prevent him from getting on top of her. But once again, her strength was little, and he was a large, powerful man. It wasn't much of a match at all.

"Get off!" She screamed, disgusted at the fact he was lapping at her neck. Her entire body was squirming beneath him, trying to get him off of her. "Please!" She whined. "Let me go...." Tears formed in her eyes, and her face was turning a bright shade of pink. Still, she could not deny, that whatever he was doing felt... strangely good.
 
With a deep-seated growl he sat up, grabbing the front of her dress and ripping it open like it was paper! Her naked breasts were revealed in one cruel act and he gazed upon the succulent mounds with pride, letting her see the lust plain on his face. "Ah, a nice pair o' tits you got there lass" he said without any regard for the humiliation it would cause. He bent down and took one of her innocent nipples in his mouth, biting it lightly and running his tongue over the punk nub. His other hand moved to start ripping open more of her dress, revealing more and more of her soft flesh to his attacks!
 
Lucille appeared to be mortally terrified when her dress was ripped off. She was in too much shock to think of covering herself. The fact the man had so easily torn apart a tightly sewn dress made her even more nervous. There was no doubt this man was strong. Strong enough to rip her to shreds if she wanted to. But she couldn't just let him attack her body like this, could she? She had enough pride to fight back, but enough fear and intelligence to keep herself from doing so.

She yelped as his mouth went against her nipple, and bit into her lip. Why?! Why could she even think that felt good. Kicking her legs slower now, she was still trying to get him off, but only slightly. Soon she felt her dress becoming looser and looser, until it felt like a blanket that had been tossed over her. "S-Stop it!" She groaned, and then quickly closed her mouth. A soft, slight moan escaped still, and she immediately closed her eyes in embarrassment.
 
He heard her moan, even if she tried hard to hide it. With a lustful smirk he leered at her. "Seems our little princess is nothing but a little whore underneath those fancy clothes, aren't you?" He mocked her, his virgin ears unused to such foul language.

Reaching towards his leg he drew a knife strapped to his boot, holding it up for her to see. Grabbing the remains of her dress he brought it down and with a series of quick slashes tore the garment to pieces leaving her wearing nothing but rags to protect her virgin body!
 
"I'm not a whore!" She quickly snapped, and then sunk back against the bed as a knife was drawn. She held her breath in fear, even closed her eyes as if it would protect her. But the sharp blade did not touch her skin at all. It cut at the clothes she had, turning them into rags. Pursing her lips, Lucille tried her hardest not to cry, but a few tears dribbled down her cheeks anyway.

Everything was taken from her. Family, home, possessions, kitten, and now, her virginity. Nothing positive would ever come from this situation, and she knew it. So what was she to do? "Your evil." She muttered under her breath. "Your a foul pig. And I hope you burn in hell."
 
He laughed at her spirit. "Aye, that I will lass." He took her legs in his strong hand and moved them apart, spreading her wide open and giving him a prime view of her womanhood. "But first I'll sample a piece of heaven."

His hat thrown to the side he pulled off his shirt, throwing it to the side and revealing his broad, muscular chest. He held several scars from battles, but looked as though they didn't even slow him down. Knife in hand he held it just above her, the threat of the cold steel against he flesh a constant. "Now then lass, I've taken the liberty to get you out of that stuffy dress. Tis' only proper you take care of me likewise." He gestured to the bulge in his britches, waiting for her to undo them.
 
Despite the fact Lucille wanted to come off as an angry person right now, she bursted into tears when he spread her legs apart. She couldn't help it! She was an emotional girl with little situations, let alone things like this that took a part of her soul away. Tears continued to run down her cheeks for a moment, before she wiped them away with her arm. Her puffy eyes looked up to him, and sharpened into a glare.

"I will not!" She yelled, but fear quickly re-entered her. Huffing loudly, she released the sheets she had gripped onto, and moved her hands onto her stomach. "... If I do what you say..." She sniffled for a moment, and then caught her breath. "Will you promise that I will get my kitten back?" It sounded like a rather childish request, but it was very important to her. Without a word, she closed her eyes, and reached down to his breeches. Undoing the two buttons, his cock was released. She felt it poke against her skin, and she immediately retracted her hands.
 
"You will do as I say, regardless of what you want." He told her. "I'm in charge on this ship. Everyone on it obeys my orders, including you."

He felt his lust grow as her inexperienced hands undid his buttons and let loose his cock. He was a large man to begin with and his cock, already hard and throbbing, was larger than the average male by a lot. He chuckled as she backed away in fright, grabbing her wrist and dragging her back to him. "Now lass, no reason to fret. This is going to be the cock that rips through your virginity after all." With a cruel laugh he forced her hand to touch his manhood, stroking it back and forth. "That's right, just like that cat of your, stroke it now."
 
"I could not do what you say and get killed, or hurt if you wanted me for the ransom." There was a strange lack of emotion when she said those words. To be honest, her will to live was decreasing every moment with this scene, this attack on her. "You said I would get her back!" She wasn't going to drop the issue of her cat anytime soon, even if she was about to be raped.

Lucille winced as he grabbed her hand, bringing it back down to his member. She whined quietly, and tried to pull her hand back, but she failed miserably. His words were egging her on though. She felt her blood boiling beneath her skin. And once he had begun to stroke her hand against his cock, she lost it. Her fingernails dug into the sensitive skin with force, pushing out her anger and hatred for the man. She kept them pressed against him for a moment, but then immediately regretted her actions. Pulling her hand away she curled her legs forward, as if she was trying to get into the fetal position.
 
Rogers let out a roar of pain, her nail digging into his cock feeling like needles were being shoved into his skin. Be pulled back from her, holding himself to make sure she hadn't drawn blood. With dark eyes he looked at her as she curled up on the bed in fright. "You'll pay for that you little whore," he growled.

Stomping over to her he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the bed and towards the door. "I was going to treat you special wench. I was going to see to it you didn't have to suffer anyone but me..." he unlocked his door and dragged her to the deck where the crew all turned to look at the sight of her naked body being exposed to them.

He lifted her to face him, snarling in her face. "But if you feel like turning down my offer, then the men will have no trouble taking you for themselves." With that he tossed her on deck and called to his men. "She's all yours boys."

The pirates let out a cheer and jumped on her. Dozens of dirty hands were upon her, feeling her naked flesh and pushing up her virgin pussy and *other* places they where not meant to go.
 
Lucille had no idea what to do. She screamed when she was pulled off the bed and hurled onto the deck. She couldn't feel pain in any exact area. It was all a strange pressure pain, as if she was out of her body. After she hit the hard ground a few cuts formed on her legs and stomach, and even a small one of her face. She knew there had to be blood coming out of her somewhere, but it wasn't as if she could do anything about it.

As the men surrounded her she tried to fight back, she really did. She even managed to crawl a few feet before they pinned her down completely. She shouldn't have acted out on such anger, but... The Captain deserved what he got. She had to endure her punishment whether he should have gotten the pain or not. Curling up into a tight ball she felt men try and wrench her apart, but she put all her strength into keeping herself balled up.
 
Even with all her strength she wasn't any match for the pirates. These were hardened men who murdered and raped for a living and she was only a long list of conquests. Their grubby hands squeezed her ass and breasts, groping everywhere as two pirates wrenched her legs apart while the biggest of them fell on top of her, pulling down his britches and without and fanfare shoving himself inside of her and tearing thought her virginity!

The pirates let out a cheer for their shipmate as he started thrusting away, grunting in her ear like a wild boar as her virgin blood seeped around his cock. With a heavy moan he released himself inside of her, his seed leaking out between them as he pulled out. As soon as he removed himself another fell upon her, kissing and licking her face as he too shoved himself inside of her. v]Not one of these men cared if she became pregnant from this night, too absorbed in their own pleasure to worry about one girls fate.
 
Lucille screamed as her legs were wrenched apart, and a man shoved himself into her. She continued to cry now, not caring who saw. She was disgusted by what was going on. The sounds, the feelings.... No pleasure what coming to her at all. She was a toy now that was open to anyone's usage.

After the second and third man finished with her, she scooted back a bit. The man trying to get to her now followed her, and she moved a little farther back. This continued until the man grabbed her shoulders. Turning her head she bit down hard on his hand, and the man pulled back, before smacking her across the face. Another mark.

As one more man toppled onto Lucille, she squirmed back until she was on her knees. The men tried to bring her down once again, but out of pure luck, she was able to dodge them. Shakily getting onto her feet, she tried to walk, but instead fell on her face once again. Another blow went to her back, as a man cursed her from trying to escape. But out of the corner of her eye Lucille was able to see a small gray tail. And at that moment, it was as if the strength of men suddenly came into her, for she was back of her feet. Darting towards a corner, she found her kitten and scooped it up. Like a protective mother she rushed back to the captain's quarters.

Just before she reached the door, a man toppled on top of her, and shoved his member into her. The brunette cried out in pain, and pulled her kitten close to her, trying to protect the animal from the men who surrounded her once again.
 
All of a sudden the man was pulled off of her and thrown aside, crashing into several other pirates who had followed looking for their turn. Captain Rogers stood over Lucille, looking like the devil incarnate at his crew. "Leave us," he ordered. The men did not think twice before running off.

He looked down at the girl below him, how she held on to that kitten for dear life even as her cuts ached and the seed of several men leaked from her used cunt. He chuckled and closed the door behind her, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of her. "

"You have more spirit than I thought lass," he said as he pulled out a piece of cloth. "Escaping from that group, protecting what's yours..." he tossed the cloth on her, gesturing for her to clean herself off. "Very admirable.
 
Lucille wasn't sure if she should be grateful or scared when she heard the Captain's voice. But soon, she found herself into the warmer cabin. She didn't look up at him though, even as he spoke to her. She sniffled for a moment, and then gently stroked the fur of her kitten, who purred contently.

Taking the cloth she decided not to be polite and spread her legs before digging into her hole to try and clean out the cum that had been spilled inside of her. Folding it over she then clean off the dirt from parts of her body, and specks of blood. Finally, she spoke. "I'm not weak." She said quietly. Crossing her legs, she gently held the kitten to her chest, and nuzzled against its head.

After a few moments of awkward silence, she gestured towards his groin. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly, and then stood up from the floor, and made her way onto the bed. It was a soft surface, and something she was dying to feel. He could take her then and there and she wouldn't care. It wasn't as if those men hadn't just taken her decency.

Letting go of the kitten she let it roam on the bed. The small creature found a soft corner towards the edge to curl up into, and Lucille smiled to herself. At least something good came from being tossed out. She found her kitten. "I'm sorry." She mumbled.
 
Well, he thought, she singing a different tune after that little ordeal. With a bit of a frown he watched as she cleaned the seed leaking out of her cunt, trying to tell him she wasn't weak. "Aye, maybe so. But your not but food for the sharks on this here ship lass.

He laughed at her as she apologized for her actions, joining her on the bed. "Oh, I've felt worse pain than that lass. But...I think your owing me a bit for that little stunt."

As he said this his hand moved over her waste, cupping her breast as he pressed his rock-hard member into her back. She had just been taken hard and without mercy by his crew, but that didn't mean he wasn't about to have his own fun with her.
 
The small kitten watched in curiosity as the man laid on the bed with Lucille. She turned her small head, confused by the situation. What was this man doing to her master? Mewing softly, she turned around and watched them intently.

"Don't you think you've punished me enough?" Lucille whined, and then she squirmed as his hands went back to her body. The gang of crew members had been dirty and harsh with her body, but without competition, Roger didn't seem to have a need for such things. No, he was rough, but not nearly as bad as the rest of the pirates.

Her legs closed tightly, and she tried to avoid letting him in. Her entrance was sore, and pounding with pain after the torture it had gone through. Sudden exhaustion hit her, and all she wanted to do was sleep... This bed was soft, comfortable... The brunette closed her eyes as those thoughts ran through her head, and her body relaxed, loosing all tension.
 
He looked at the kitten for a moment, reaching out to scratch behind its ears. "Cats are good luck on ships," he told her. "You don't have to be worrin' about anyone harming such a creature on board."

He pressed her down into the soft mattress, his hand going to take hers in his own. "And so tonight is your lucky night. I will not soil your womanhood any further by subjecting it to my hard cock. To many men have sampled that already."

It seemed he was speaking the truth as his cock pulled away from her, like he was being merciful and not torturing her any further. All that changed however when she suddenly felt the tip of him pressing up against her tight asshole!
 
Lucille almost looked worried when he reached towards her cat. But thankfully, he merely pet the small creature. Letting out a small sigh of relief. Annie looked rather happy as the man scratched her head, and she then curled back up, approving of whoever this stranger was.

Lucille pushed the side of her face into the pillow, not quite sure whether or not she should believe what he said. She took in a sharp breath as he moved slightly back, and, just as she had guessed, he was not going to let her go so easily.

"No!" She cried and scooted forward. Twisting her head back she looked at him once again with fear. "Not there... Please....."
 
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