Sipping from the wine glass, he slowly and deliberately eyed the young prize before him, taking in every detail, savoring her in much the same way as he was savoring the fine wine in his glass.
She had flaming red hair that hung in a thick curly mass around her beautifully sculptured heart-shaped face. Her liquid-blue eyes stared at him, sparks of hatred and defiance shooting out at him like streaks of fire. Her high cheekbones were crimson with anger, making a brilliant contrast to the pale fine textured skin of her face so white it almost looked transparent. Her full red lips were drawn into a hard line that, far from detracting from her beauty, added to it.
Her creamy-smooth shoulders were bared by the rough handling she had had at the hands of the first mate. The bodice of her long dress cut a ridge across her big bosom. With her hands tied behind the post, her chest was forced outward, and the big orbs, forced huge and tight against the bodice of her dress, looked as though they would force the fine cotton material to rip and bounce them into freedom.
Long Cock smiled, took a deep draught of the wine and licked his lips lasciviously. He loved big titted women. In his mind he pictured the moment when he would cup those big orbs in his hands and suck them into his hungry mouth.
The girl stood quiet, growing even more defiant under the lewd scrutiny of this rugged man with the animal-like eyes. Desperately she tried to think of a way to save herself from the frightening fate she could see pictured in his sex-hungry eyes.
Long Cock was enjoying the sensation of the steady growth of arousal he was feeling for this girl. He could almost feel the blood rushing through his veins as he scanned the line of her torso down to the tiny waist, pinched even smaller by the tightly pulled laces of her dress.
Slowly he visually coursed her body, tracing the line of her beautifully rounded hips easily imagining her rounded thighs and shapely legs. He traced the imaginary line down to the fragile feet and ankles that showed beneath the folds of the hem of her long dress.
By now the girl was angered and enraged by his visual undressing. When his eyes had finished at her feet and moved back to study the area of her crotch, she could keep quiet no longer.
"Pig!" she screamed at him. "What do you want with me?"
Long Cock stopped in the middle of a sip of wine. He looked her straight in the eye with a lustful face and smiled.
"Don't you dare touch me!" she screamed at him.
"What's your name?" he asked abruptly, ignoring her words.
She fell silent and stood sullen and defiant.
"Your name?" Long Cock suddenly bellowed in a voice that shot her through with fear.
Her voice trembling slightly, she still man aged a defiant reply. "Elizabeth O'Neil."
"Well, Beth, my girl," Long Cock Fisher said, carefully setting down his wine glass on the top of the desk, "do you know who I am?"
"You're a pig!" she answered acidly, having gathered up her courage again.
"Maybe so," said Long Cock, easing himself off of the desk like a tightly coiled spring, "but the name is Fisher, Captain Long Cock Fisher," and he drawled the syllables out, giving an added heft to their meaning.
Beth gasped. She had known this tall, lean, tanned, good-looking man was no ordinary man. But never had she dreamed he was the dreaded scourage of the sea, Long Cock Fisher. Suddenly she had a new appraisal of her danger. Stories of his conquests rang in her head. Her knees quaked under her long skirts, but her courage did not leave her. Still, she didn't trust her voice enough to speak.
Long Cock, his eyes now homed in on those big orbs, took a step closer to her. He wanted to see those big boobs. Every inch of them. He wanted to see every square inch of their luscious roundness out in the open. His temples were throbbing. His blood was hot with lust. His animal sexual hunger, heightened by the heady Spanish wine, gnawed at his entrails.
Quickly he covered the distance between them. Both of his huge hands shot out and in a lightening, savage movement, he had grasped the edges of her bodice over each breast and ripped her garment straight down to her waist.
Beth's two big tits bounced out into the open, bobbing happily, almost as if they were joyous at being liberated from the tight confinement of her dress and corset.
"Dog!" Beth yelled, and spat at him.
Deftly Long Cock dodged the little blob of spittle. He grabbed her big boobs in his hands. They were round and heavy. The little rose colored nipples were set in the middle of chocolate colored circles. He fingered them, massaging them slowly, deliberately.
"Leave me alone! Take your filthy hands off of me!" Beth cried in anger. He ignored her and continued playing with her tits. Beth lowered her head and, baring her sharp, white little teeth, she sank them into the little finger of Long Cock's left hand, drawing blood.
Long Cock was startled, but he didn't show it. It was a painful bite, but he was used to pain. She gripped his skin in her teeth, drawing blood, trying to rip out a piece of his flesh.
Long Cock laughed and backhanded her with his right hand, hitting her across the face with a blow mild enough not to hurt her too badly, but strong enough to loosen her grip on his left hand.
"I like a girl with spirit!" he told her.
Beth began crying. The tears, however, were lost on the jaded pirate who had only one thought in his mind he wanted to fuck this raven-haired beauty. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast. He wanted to fuck her slow and easy. He wanted to fuck her until her cunt was aching and sore from the friction of his heavy meat. He wanted to fuck her until the walls of her vagina were red and swollen. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed and begged him for mercy.
He was a man driven now, driven by passion and lust. With another savage rent, he tore all of her clothes off of her. They lay in a tumbled heap at her feet. She stood naked and vulnerable and desirable before him.
As his eyes feasted on her lovely naked form, just as lovely as he had imagined it to be, he slowly dipped into his pantaloons for his big prick. Her thighs were as well rounded as he had imagined. Her tummy was flat and smooth. But the object of his attention was the magnificent curly hair of her cunt, nestled in the crotch of her shapely legs.
Long Cock pulled his big prick out of his pantaloons, and holding the well erected weapon in his hand, he advanced on the trembling girl.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed in terror. "Don't come near me! Don't touch me with that thing!"
As if on cue, Long Cock moved forward and began rubbing the head of his prick sensuously up and down, over the smooth skin of the girl's stomach. Beth winced and began struggling to loosen herself from her bonds. Viciously, she tried to kick at him, but he was too close.
Long Cock whipped his left arm around the teen-ager's waist and held her steady. He was hot now, panting and hot. What a broad she was! A red-haired teen-age vixen who was worthy of his royal pirate fuck, worthy of his famous long cock. His heavy meat was now oozing juice, and he moved it down to her cunt.
Beth was truly terrified. She screamed for help until her voice was hoarse. But there was no help. She knew this tall, handsome pirate had her at his mercy and that she was soon to be numbered among his conquests. She trembled in fear.
"No need to be frightened, my lovely," Long Cock panted at her, his lust and passion at their peak now. "There's many a girl who would give their right tit to be in your place right now!"
He was rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her slit now up and down from her love hole to her clit, massaging the clit with each stroke. His meat was stiff with excitement; his balls bulged with juice.
"Doesn't that feel good? Can't you just imagine what it's going to feel like inside of you?" he panted at her. And then with a mighty thrust, he rammed his long rod home.