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Kidnapped by Pirates

Roger laughed at her suggestion. "If I was in the business in being kind I would not be called a pirate, now would I?" He wrapped his arms around her smaller body, pulling her tighter to him. "Now, how about we stop these games and get down to some business, hmm? If you're going to stay in my bed you'll have to keep me warm, and there is really only one way to do that."
 
"I can hold on pretty tight." Lucille mumbled as she was pulled into the arms of Roger. "I can keep you warm with a hug." She smiled widely at him, and then realizing her peace wouldn't be given so fast, she shook her head. "Alright, alright. What do you want?" Laying her head back against the headboard, she closed her eyes for a moment, as if regaining her strength.

"Can we at least make it fast? I really do want a nap... Dreadful occasions like this make me quite sleepy."
 
"Its simple really," he said in casual air. "You allow me to make love to your beautiful young body whenever I want, you do it eagerly and without complaint, and I promise you can stay in my room and not have to be touched by any of my crew."

He was actually surprised how she was acting, as if she was a little girl and he was some kind of family friend. Trauma did make people act in strange ways.
 
Lucille sighed heavily as Roger let out his proposal. "Do I have to pretend to like it?" The blond said sarcastically, and then pushed him arm off of her. With another small sigh, she nodded. "I suppose I'll agree to that. As long as you will keep me company at night when it gets cold." She was smirking vividly. It was such a dramatic difference from earlier, but, people reacted with different emotions. Right now, she was trying to pretend what just happened didn't happen.

Moving a bit farther away from him she laid down, and propped her head up with the pillows. "Go ahead and start... I'm oh so eager."
 
Now Roger was starting to get annoyed. He didn't like feeling that he was being made the fool of, and this slip of a girl didn't seem to realize the game she was playing. So, she thinks of this as just a chore? He would see to it that by the end of the night she was screaming.

He turned over on top of her, trapping her small body under his. He looked into her eyes, piercing them with his lustful stare. Now she would see what it meant to warm his bed. He pressed his hardening member against her thigh, knowing she could feel it through their clothes as he pressed his lips against hers in a dominating, forceful kiss.
 
Lucille instantly knew she had gotten into more trouble when Roger climbed on top of her. Closing her eyes tightly, she felt his lips dive against hers, crushing her farther into the pillow. She whined a bit with a crinkled face, but then decided it would be best to not react as much as possible. Letting her face soften, she opened one eye to see him, and then immediately closed both once more.

Her leg muscles tightened as she felt him rub against her. And the blond twisted backward, so that she was a bit farther from him. "Your schizophrenic, you know that?" Pouting a bit, she opened her eyes to glare at him. Her arms crossed under her chest. What would come of this?
 
Rogers grasped her wrists in his hands, pulling them away and pawing the front of her dress. He pulled it down, her breasts popping free and open to his lusts. He grinned at her, not giving her any answers as he fixed in and attacked her defenseless nipple with his teeth, lightly biting it as he groped her chest.

His other hand moved lower, pulling up her dress and feeling up her thigh. Oh, she was soft and delicate, just how he liked a woman. She would make a good fuck over this voyage, that was for sure!
 
Lucille gave a disgusted look as her dress was pulled down. She was quite tired of playing the victim role. As of right now, it was more annoying that hurtful. It was strange how men needed sex that bad. Sure, if some handsome gentleman came around she might flirt, maybe kiss, but sex would be the last thing running through her head. Of course, now that things were coming into reality, the gentleman would probably be thinking the thoughts of a pirate.

The captive cursed under her breath as she felt his teeth on her breast. That, too, was something she would never understand - why did he want to teeth like a infant? Never the less, Lucille couldn't control her body. The touch of his hands made goosebumps form on her skin as if it was winter. Turning her head to the side she caught sight of the kitten, who was playing with some bug. Trying to focus on the animal rather than her situation with an animal, the blond stared off into the space.
 
Roger wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily. While one hand snaked down to pull up her dress the other took her chin and forced her to look at him. "Now now my dear, no need for you to be so off-putting. No reason you can't enjoy yourself here as well."

Her dress pulled up he slipped under her petticoat, finding her pussy that had been to violently used before and gently (for a pirate that is) ran his finger over it, trying to grab her attention.
 
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