The Captain dressed in his finest clothes, clothes he took off the Spanish ship. The honeymoon would take place in the cargo hold, the pirate crew would be privy to the intimate moment when Princess Stefani’s virginity was taken by his cock. He would quickly teach her the finer points of pleasing him. And her handmaidens would be her maids of honor, forced to sexually service the pirates as they watched the Princess’s degradation.
The pirate watched them intimately as they bathed, Stefani not sure if he was really watching to make sure that she didn’t have an orgasm or he just enjoyed the humiliation of watching her bathe. Gretchen‘s hands felt good as she washed her, spreading her legs, Gretchen quickly washing her sex, the pirate giving her a disapproving look when she languished too long on her sex. A long cloth wrapped around her waist was the only thing Stefani was given for the trip back to the cabin, the pirate following her, his eyes burning a hole in her ass as he watched the gentle sway of her hips as she walked. In the cabin she found her wedding dress, not exactly the way she had planned this day as she slipped into it. She put on a pair of dainty panties, tiny pink ribbons securing the sides, sure that the Captain would tear them from her body, his lust needing satisfaction quickly. She pulled the bodice up, her breasts pushed up high by the whale bones sewn inside, her cleavage greatly enhanced by the gold cross that hung between the twin peaks. She looked in the mirror, truly a Princess stared back at her. “I’m ready,” she told the pirate. She was resigned to her fate. She still wasn’t sure if she was regretting what was going to happen or wishing for it. While the Captain was not a gentleman, far from it, he did seem to bring out the hidden desires that had been locked up in her virgin body. It was the way he took control of her, forcing her to do his sexual bidding that seems to excite her. There was nothing Stefani could do about it except submit to his perverse demands. And he was handsome in a rugged sort of way. Not refined as the gentlemen she was accustomed to, but strong and muscled. And his cock. While she had not seen many before, she knew that this one was exceptional. The thick head, the long shaft, the heavy balls that held his juices, all would bring pleasure to her. Stop it. You’re so horny that you think the Captain is your lover. He is nothing but a rapist and a scoundrel. He will forcefully take your virginity and humiliate you in front of everyone as he does it. Stop acting like a barmaid and be a Princess, refined and distinguished. She held her head up high as they walked out the door.
The cargo hold was different by time they arrived. The bathtub was gone, the sheets on the large bed clean. What were different were the stocks that were brought in. Eight wooden stocks lay out carefully in a line, all waiting for their unwilling victims to be locked into. They were so forbidding, Stefani at least lucky she wouldn’t be subject to such bondage, or at least she hoped she wouldn’t be. There were the large hole for the victims head and two smaller holes at least two feet from the center hole for their arms. They would be unable to protect their breasts from whatever the pirates cared to inflict on them, including the use of a whip. The top separated, allowing for it to be lowered or raised, forcing the victim high on their toes or bent over deeply, their ass thrust out far behind them. There were eight holes on the floor board, each evenly spaced, allowing for the varying spread of the victims legs. The naked females thrust into the stocks would be subject to the whims of their captors, all of their orifices available to the cocks of those that would abuse them, unable to even put up a token resistance to their ravishment.
The handmaidens gasped when they saw the stocks, all of the girls having lost their virginity to the pirates by now, forced to service more cocks in a week then they ever expected to in their lifetime. Each girl had been taught the finer aspects of fellatio, their mouths receiving an abundant supply of sperm, forced to swallow or choke to death. All manner of cocks had entered their vagina’s, long ones, short ones, thick ones, skinny ones, all forced into their unwilling bodies as they were fucked. Except for Gretchen, all of the others had been spared the act of sodomy. But it was by design, Princess Stefani’s wedding to provide the ideal time for them to lose their innocence as Princess Stefani would her virginity. But it was their assholes that would speared by the hard cocks of the pirates. Now the stocks awaited them, leaving them vulnerable to the pirates and their perversions.
Gretchen was the first to be put in the stocks, not putting up a fight, resigned to her fate. Some of the girls, Camilla one of them, put up a fight but she was no match for the strong men, bending her little body until she was forced into the stocks, her head and arms quickly locked between the heavy wooden posts. To punish her disobedience, they put her legs in the farthest holes, forcing her tiny body in an almost impossible split, her legs almost breaking as she was spread for them. Rough calloused hands ran over her ass, moving between her widely spaced legs to harshly rub her silky thighs as she gasped in shame, fingers pulling apart her cheeks, exposing her tiny anus to the others. She could hear them commenting lewdly about her, commenting how pink and open she was. The other girls were next, the men making short work of the task.
The Captain walked into the hold, his eyes catching the spectacle of eight naked young girls all lined up in a row. There heads and arms were bound tightly between the wooden stocks, their legs spread obscenely, their asses thrust brazenly up into the air as if they were begging to be sodomized. Seven pink tiny holes and one ravished one peaked out from between their cheeks, all ready for the quick impalement of a hard cock in celebration of Princess Stefani’s wedding. The Captain stood behind Gretchen, enjoying the sight of the pretty red haired beauty. He tapped her white ass. “The others will soon learn the joy of pleasing a man with their tight, hot assholes. Just as you have.” He rubbed his fingers over her red, abused asshole. He pushed a finger inside her, hearing her gasp in pain at the quick impalement by his finger. “Still very tight Gretchen. Show me how you can tighten your asshole to please me.”
It hurt when his finger plunged up her asshole, his finger dry, and her anal tract still abused and sore. The finger twisted and turned inside her before she heard his order, Gretchen grunting as she squeezed the fat finger with her muscles. She released, then tightened again, the First Officer painfully teaching her how to make a cock cum in her asshole or suffer the punishment of refusal.
He slapped her ass. “She is trained well First Officer. She’d skin your cock with her tightness,” the other men laughing as Gretchen turned red in humiliation. Her life had become nothing more then surviving in order to please whoever had a cock in her body, obeying their perverse orders, the alternative a painful beating. She turned just in time to see the “bride” being led into the hold.
She saw everyone looking at her as she walked in. Why shouldn’t they, after all, she was Princess Stefani of the Spanish royal family. She had taken great care to dress carefully, sliding into the white wedding dress, her hair fixed by Gretchen. Even the rogue Captain had allowed her some of her jewels, sure that he would take them back, but in the mean time she almost felt “normal”. That was until she saw all of her handmaidens, naked in the wooden stocks that were normally reserved for criminals and pirates. There bodies were all lined up, each girl presenting her naked backside to the pirates that ogled the prizes before them, the pirates unable to contain their lust, some of them with their cocks already out of their trousers, others openly fondling their own organs in their pants. She caught glimpse of her wedding bed, at least it was clean, the white satin sheets almost glistening in the light of the hold. To the right of the bed stood the smug Captain, his eyes already lusting after her body, Stefani blushing as he caught her looking down to the large bulge in the front of his trousers. She felt this overpowering arousal in her body that needed to be released ever since Gretchen had made her cum in front of everyone. The Captain had stroked her body almost to orgasm, only to then inflict punishment on her, returning to arouse her over and over, finally leaving her bound and on edge for the night, her body desperate for an orgasm. She needed to feel the pleasure that Gretchen had given her, even if it was by the foul Captain, Stefani almost resigned to the fact of losing her innocence on her bed in the hold of the ship while others watched her ravishment. Or maybe because they would be watching her was what was arousing her so much. The thought of a person of such a high stature as herself forced to stoop to such perversities was exciting her, previously used to control men, now forced to submit to giving them pleasure at her own expense, sometimes at her own suffering. She walked over to the Captain, the men letting her go, eager to find the naked girl that would be theirs for the night.