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Kidnapped by Pirates

The fear in her eyes spoke volumes, and he loved the sight of them. Oh, he knew all too well the thoughts that must be going through her mind after having seen them many times in the past. Her prime and proper upbringing would have never prepared her for this, the very idea being brought up like a sin.

"Relax, my dear." He said he pushed her down into the mattress, pinning her face down beneath his large frame. "If you don't loosen yourself up I'm afraid its going to be quite painful for you." With a chuckle he lined himself up with her rear entrance, his bulbous head pressing against the tight ring of flesh. With an animalistic grunt he pushed forward, stretching her open in ways her body was never meant to! "I will have one of your virginities tonight, my little whore." He said through clenched teeth.
 
Lucille whined as he pushed her down. Now she was scared. She knew it had hurt to lost the virginity of her womanhood, and she could not imagine what she was about to go through. His mocking words rocked to her core, and tore her apart inside. "Please..." She whined quietly, even though she was positive she would not even slow him down.

"No!" She screamed as he pushed forward into her. She had tears in her eyes once again. Pain rushed through her entire body, and she gripped onto the sheets underneath her. It felt as if someone was tearing through her entire body. Biting into her lower lip, a few drops of water fell from her eyes. "Ow... ow.... ow...."
 
He held down without any trouble, feeling no pity for her as he drove himself farther and farther, inch by inch into her unwilling body. Gods, she was tighter down there then any woman he'd been with before. Her young walls squeezed and tremored around him trying to force his hard manhood out, only fueling his determination to push on.

"Yes..." he hissed, "that's right. Cry as much as you want. You belong to me now you little slut." His cock twitched inside her tight ass. "You better learn to love this lass, otherwise you're in for a hell of time until your father pays the ransom."
 
Lucille felt more pain than she had her entire life. She screamed as he went further into her body, ripping apart her inner walls. His words made her want to scream, to stop her breathing. Any sort of respect he had shown for those short moments was gone now. She was being treated as a sex toy, without feelings or a soul. This man didn't care how she felt. And the realization for that made her heart turn cold.

"Go to hell." She muttered as he continued on. Moments later she screamed in pain once again. Little Annie didn't seem to be as calm anymore as she felt the bed shake around her. The small kitten got onto her feet, and wobbled around the couple until she was sitting beside Lucille's face, patting it with her paw, as if to calm her down.
 
"From the sound of it," he grunted out as he pushed further inside of her, "you're already there."

Laughing to himself he got up on his knees, propping her up so her ass was high in the air for him for easier access. Pulling back he smacked her ass hard then shoved back in, loving how tight she was around him. Setting a hard past he began pounding into her without care for her pain, his balls slapping up against her with every thrust as he tore apart her ass. This wasn't sex, this was a complete ravishing, a pillaging of her body!

"I want to hear you scream," he told her though gritted teeth. "I want to hear you call out my name."
 
Lucille cried out in pain as she was lifted up higher. Her lower body was already sore, and her ass was turning red. The small kitten looked horrified, and gently rubbed against her master, trying to calm her down. The brunette bit her lip, and shook her head as Roger spoke to her. She wouldn't give him what he wanted. Not if she could help it.

Still, the situation was painful. It was hard to keep from screaming. Still, she managed to only just cry out. But she didn't have to worry about calling out his name. There was no pleasure in this at all, nothing that would make her want to moan.

"Then stop what your doing!" Lucille whined, and tried to scoot forward, as if it would help her escape the pain. Eventually Annie turned around, and made a soft hissing noise. She was still a small animal, and anything she did was cute, not ferocious. The cat meowed angrily, and narrowed her eyes in the direction of the man.
 
She was a like a vice as he ripped through her, her body unwillingly adding to his pleasure as he forced himself back and forth inside of her. This was by far one of his favorite ways to take a virgin, the ultimate act of humiliation that forever ruined them for any other man. "After tonight," he sneered at her, "you'll never forget me and what I did here. If you ever let another man between those tight thighs of yours, it will be my face you see."

Her kitten was just hilarious, completely out of place with the violent rape happening in front of it. "Cat's are good luck," he told her, "for sailors. For you...well, it's mewing led me right to you."
 
"No I won't!" She cried, even though she was not very confident in her words. Would she always think of this deranged pirate if she tried to make love with a man. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to block his face out of her mind completely. Unfortunately, she looked back out of habit, and his eyes and features were embedded into her mind.

"She didn't mean to..." Lucille mumbled as she continued in being violated. Her fingers moved back to the pillow, and squeezed tightly, trying to get out her pain through the soft object. Annie crawled on top of Lucille's back, and growled softly at the man. Oh, she was such a cute little creature, despite the current situation.
 
Rogers grumbled a bit as the cat growled at him. He was starting to get just a tad annoyed. "Cats may be good luck," he grunted out as he sawed in and out of her, "but I have my limits." He grabbed the kitten by the scruff again, the helpless creature mewling in his hand. "I love innocent creatures. There much more fun to torment," he said as he slapped her ass."

I want to hear you beg me to fuck your ass," He ordered. "I want to hear you be me to fuck you and fill you with my seed, or else..." he let the threat hang in the air, her kitten still in hand.
 
Lucille should have known to quiet Antoinette, but she had been in too much pain to act on her thoughts. "Let her go!" She screeched, her voice getting higher in pitch as he slapped her ass. She hissed at this. Her ass was already sore, and now, he was only tormenting her body by hurting the outside. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to ignore his order.

But how could she ignore a thread to her kitten? The small cat meowed as she was held up, obviously uncomfortable. It was a delima, should she go against her morals, or should she watch her kitten being tortured. "I...I..." She mumbled, and then cleared her throat. "P-please..." She bit into her lip for a moment, and then quickly blurted out the following words. "Fuckmeandfillmewithyourseed!" Her voice was quiet, and fast, and she then hid her face in her pillow.
 
She was so innocent, so naive about things that it was almost unbearable. "I said I want to hear you say it!" he growled, the kitten mewling in his hand. He could feel himself getting ready to let loose. "Now...if you want you kitten back I want you to say it right. Ask me...by name...to fuck you ass," he slapped her cheek for emphasis, her skin already red and sore from before. "And beg me to stuff you with my cum!"

He was getting off on all of this and knew this wasn't the last time he'd be using the young beauty. The younger ones were best, always easiest to corrupt. It was enough to almost keep her for himself and forgo the ransom.
 
Lucille whimpered as he yelled at her. She still didn't want to do what he asked, despite the fact he was threatening her and her kitten. But she had to keep Annie safe, and this was the only way to do that. Taking a deep breath, she tried to swallow her pride. "Roger..." She choked out his name as if it was a curse. "F-fuck my a-ass." She whimpered once again as he slapped her rear once again. "And... and... fill me with your... c-cum."

Lucille closed her eyes immediately after saying the words. Even more tears ran down her cheeks now. She looked back at him for a moment, staring only at his hand and her kitten. "Let me have her!" She demanded.
 
He let out a growl and let the kitten drop to the mattress, the creature scampering away in fright. His nails dug into her hips as he began to rock her entire body like a storm, thrusting in and out of her like a beast in heat! He leaned his upper body over her, pressing his broad chest to her back. "You nothing but a whore now," he whispered to her. "A common back-alley wench. Your family might not WANT you back now."

With a grunt his entire body tensed and he felt himself getting ready to let loose and with a shudder he came hard and fast inside of her, filling her ass with his hot cum. A moan of pleasure filled the room as he emptied out into her no longer pure body.
 
Lucille was somewhat relieved when she heard a squeak and plop come from her kitten. It meant she was out of his grasp. It was at that moment she balled out in tears into the pillow. His nails, his cock, the sweat of his body, and his words - oh, it was just too much for her. She tried to stop her breathing, as if it would kill her, but of course this was an impossible form of suicide. No, she was still very much alive, beneath his, the victim of every word and thrust.

"Yes-s-s they w-will!" She muttered back, and then felt the awkward yet soothing feeling of cum filling her. Soothing only because she knew the pain would stop now. With a disgusted face, Lucille looked back at him, and then pulled herself forward, so that she was off of him. Then rolling onto the other side of the bed, she curled back up into her ball, as if it would make him leave her alone.
 
With a satisfied sigh he fell to the side of the bed, letting her curl up away from him. That had been a good fuck, nice and tight. He would definitely have to have her again.

Stretching himself out Rogers sat up, lifting himself off the bed and walking over to a chest on the other side of the room. Opening it up he took out a bottle of rum, taking a big swig of it. Some dribbled down his chin and he let out a hearty laugh as he finished, walking back to the bed.

"Here," he said, offering her the bottle. "Drink up lass, don't want to be losin' your strength now.
 
Lucille curled the blankets around her, hoping to get some warmth from it. The gently rocking of the ship was surprisingly soothing. Closing her eyes, she tried to go to sleep, to forget about everything that had happened that day. But soon she heard Roger, and he was beside her.

With a disgusted look she eyed the bottle, and then shook her head. "I don't want any." She protested, and then huffed. Turning her head back against the pillow, she re-closed her eyes. "I don't want anything a stupid pirate wants." She sounded rather childish, but to be honest, she was still a young girl.
 
He shrugged, taking anther drink for himself. "I'd suggest you drink lassie. The waters no good on a ship, becomes infected with all sorts of nastiness when carried out to sea." He streched himself out and laid down next to her, still holding the bottle. "Either you drink up now or you'll be to weak to walk, and I'll have to force it down your throat."
 
Lucille whined a bit as he spoke to her, and then pouted a bit. The idea of having a drink forced down wasn't exactly something she wanted to imagine. So after a few more moments of pouting, she sat up a bit, and grabbed the bottle from his hand. She took a big gulp of the drink, and then stuck her tongue out. It had a foul taste to it. "Yuck." She mumbled, and then forced the bottle back into his hand.

Falling back onto the pillow, she pulled the covers back up to her chin. "I told you I didn't want it." She added, before moving her hand under the pillow.
 
Roger laughed at her reaction and stretched out on the bed. The men had their orders and would take the ship out to safer waters. There should be no one coming to bother him as he took his rest. Stretching out he lay out on the bed, resting on his own pillow as she huddled up away from him. He'd wait until she woke up and then decide what would be done with her.
 
Lucille soon fell asleep, despite her longing to stay up. She didn't want things to happen while she was unconscious. But her exhaustion got the best of her. But instead of staying tucked up against the pillow and her side, she slowly began to roll towards Roger. It was habit, she always had a few plush pillow to her side to cling onto. But now, her arms reached out to feel a body. Not knowing the difference, Lucille cuddled up against Roger's body. And soon her gray kitten hopped up on the bed, and curled herself against the man and Lucille.
 
It was roger who awoke first, and it was to quite a lovely sight he awoke to! Her sweet, naked form was curled up against him, looking as innocent as an angel and just as beautiful. He couldn't resist himself, and as she lay there he placed a soft kiss upon her lips. He didn't intend on just stopping there however, and slowly he moved over her , kissing her softly as to not awaken her as his hands moved to cup her breasts. His stirrings woke the kitten who yawned and moved up to lay on his pillow, watching them.
 
Lucille didn't wake up for quite some time after Roger's first kiss. The captive was exhausted, and therefore she slept like a rock. Eventually though, Roger touched her in just the right spot, and one of her eyes bolted open. "Huh?" She asked, her voice filled to the brim with grogginess. After a moment, both eyes were opened and her vision came into focus. Roger was above her, and she was once again being prodded at with his hands. "What are you doing?" She complained, and then tried to roll over onto her side, but was unable to. "Can't I just sleep for a few hours without being played with?"
 
The Captain smiled down at her. "Ah, but lass I cannot help it. You're such a tempting morsel." Kissing her shoulders he held her still, not releasing her from his grip. "Today we shall be sending your father the letter for your ransom. I trust that he will pay a considerable amount for your return." His hand trailed lower towards her thighs, running over her abused womanhood with one finger. "Of course, we will leave out how you have already been broken in by my men. We would hate for him to worry, now won't we?"
 
Lucille rolled her eyes as he commented on her being tempting. Laying her head against the pillow, she turned her neck so that her face was looking away from him. "You can send what you want.... There is not much for me to hope for right now." She sighed quietly, and then sat up a bit on the bed. "I mean, why would he want a daughter back that has been through such things?" Lucille picked up his hand and moved it away from her. She seemed much less lively right now. Tired, drained, almost zombie-like.
 
The pirate captain grumbled as she pushed his hand away, annoyed with her attitude. "You nobles are all alike, putting those kinds of things on a pedestal. What's so important about virginity anyway? All it means is you ain't good at fucking yet."

He moved in closer to her, trying to get a reaction out of her. "Don't get me wrong, they can be fun to see him squirm as you did. But give me a harlot who wants it bad any day!" He chuckled at the thought. "And who is going to know about your ordeal hmm? I won't tell, me men won't, and I have a feeling you won't. So...whats the problem with enjoying ourselves?"
 
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