Pirates 4

The Manta Ray rolled quietly into Las Parride late at night a few weeks after her captain had been defrocked but her arrival was noted by a great many locals. Las Parride was a pirate town and it quite literally never slept.

Josephine and Wilma were loaded into a longboat the next morning and were taken into town. The two women had been given clothes for the first time since they’d been taken to the brig and soon they found themselves being led into the center of the town.

For the most part, the slave market of Las Parride existed merely to conscript sailors into service but every once in a while, something else happened. Every once in a while, there was a little something else on the auction block. This was going to be one of those days and word quickly spread among the ships in port.

The broker looked at the two women and he smiled right away. He circled round the women squeezing a cheek here and fondling a tit there, and he smiled even broader. He knew that this day was going to be a very good day. You didn’t get quality like this everyday. Today, he knew he was going to make a lot of money.

The opening of the market went pretty much as usual, starting with sailors and conscripts. More well qualified men were added to the mix. The broker was biding his time and letting the tension build. He knew the men in the crowd knew he had something special and he knew they were waiting for it.

Finally, the time had come. The broker brought out the two women and the response of the audience was just what he expected. Before going on stage, the two women had been changed into frocks with almost no seams. This was done for a purpose. At just the right time, it would be easy for the broker to rip the clothes away leaving the women naked from their waists up. Showmanship was so important if you wanted to get the price bid up even higher. The broker smiled again as he rubbed his hands together. He was going to make a lot of money.

Some of the men recognized Wilma and some of them didn’t. Some of them had gone up against her in battle and some of them had lost, but now that she had been exposed for what she really was, a woman, it was clear that some of them wanted to have a go at her one more time.

Despite the fact that she had taken numerous and repeated fuckings, Lady Josephine was instantly recognizable for what she was, a lady of breeding and standing and there were those in the audience who were thinking to themselves that if only they could have a woman like that just once. Just once. That was all they wanted.

And then there was one man in the audience who had his eye on the both of them.

The bidding started with Josephine. It wasn’t often that the slave market on Las Parride had a woman of stature to sell so normally, she would have been held for last but it was even rarer still that the slave market had a defrocked pirate captain, and a woman at that, to sell. The marketeer felt sure that Wilma would fetch the higher price.

The bidding on Josephine continued at a healthy pace but it was starting to slow as bidders dropped out. The slave broker knew it was time to rekindle some interest in his product. “Gentlemen, gentlemen,” he told the assembled throng, “I don’t think you realize what an opportunity you have here.” He turned away from the men and he whispered at Josephine. “Turn around,” he whispered to her, “or so help me God, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you had.”

Josephine was scared so she did as she was told.

The auctioneer pulled Josephine’s skirt up high enough to reveal her ass. His hand seized her little, round butt. “Look at that, my good men. Look at that tight, little ass. Bend over.”

Josephine bent at the waist.

“More,” the auctioneer said. “More. Bend over more.”

Josephine did as she was told.

“Now spread ’em,” he told her. “Spread your legs. More. More. More. Take a good look at that, gentlemen. It’s not every day you get to see a pussy like that.”

Bidding resumed anew with a fiery round of bidding until only two men remained, a crusty, old pirate named Pete and the shadowy stranger, and then finally, even Pete had to withdraw, and Josephine was sold.

And then it was Wilma’s turn. Her brown hair was still short, just the way it had been when she had disguised herself as a man but now that her tits were on display, there was no denying what she really was. “And finally, we have here a special treat,” the auctioneer told the assembled throng. “She once tried to masquerade as a man, as a pirate, as a cutthroat, but as you can see, her masquerade failed. She is as you see her here today. She is a woman. So let me ask you this, me hearties. Who would like to have a go at the former master of the Manta Ray?”

A rousing roar rose from the crowd and just as the auctioneer had expected, bidding was quick and brisk. There were many who wanted a go at the Manta Ray’s former skipper.

The price rose higher and higher and the auctioneer smiled giddily. This was going even better than he hoped. Just as he had with Josephine, he made Wilma turn around and he made her show herself to the men. He slapped her ass to a hearty roar from the men. “Who here would like to give her a good and proper spanking?”

Again, bidding surged. Even some of the men from the Manta Ray, some who the auctioneer knew had already had their way with her, even some of them were in on the bidding. She must be one hell of a harlot, the auctioneer thought, if these men were still trying to keep her.

But slowly, men fell away until once again, only the shadowy stranger remained. A deal was struck and like Josephine had been before her, Wilma was sold to the stranger.

It was only when the two of them were in a boat and were being rowed out to a nearby ship that the man who had bought them finally revealed himself to them. It was Admiral Horringher.

“I told you I would get you back,” he told Josephine.

Josephine kissed the man. “And I never doubted it. Not for a moment.”

“And this,” he said, indicating the disheveled Wilma, “this is a present for you m’dear. She is yours to do with as you like.”

Josephine turned her attention on the one-time pirate. “I think I owe you a pussy licking,” she told Wilma even as the admiral began to pull out his cock.

Wilma could feel herself being pushed down in the boat and then Josephine was moving up to nibble on her ear.

“Don’t mind him,” Josephine whispered. “He just likes to watch,” and then she was sliding back down over Wilma’s body, sliding down between Wilma’s legs and then her tongue found Wilma’s pussy and Wilma moaned.

Wilma knew she was being watched and it wasn’t just the admiral but that couldn’t be helped. That tongue in her pussy just felt too good. She moaned again as her hands opened and closed. Fuck that felt good. That felt so fucking good.

Her pussy was wet and it wasn’t just from the saliva of Lady Josephine’s tongue. It was more than that. She moaned again. She wasn’t really into girls but there was something about the way Lady Josephine licked her. She moaned again. Oh fuck, she was going to cum so fucking hard.

Lady Josephine was right. The admiral did like to watch but as Wilma was soon to find out, sometimes he did even more than that. He was sitting off to the side, just sitting there and watching as Wilma got her pussy licked but then Wilma felt the man move in the boat and suddenly, he wasn’t just watching. Suddenly, he was there with his cock pressed up against Wilma’s mouth. “Go ahead. Suck it.”

Wilma hesitated for only a moment before she gave in to the man’s order and in the next instant, she was doing it, sucking on the man’s big, hard cock even as she got her pussy eaten.

She was going to cum. She knew that now. She was going to cum. She was going to cum so fucking hard.

Wilma would have g
asped were it not for the cock in her mouth but instead, her body just stiffened and then her back arched as she felt it, the release of pleas
ure that emanated from between her legs and almost at the same time as she felt that, she felt the admiral cum in her mouth.

Wilma just kept right on cumming and cumming. She couldn’t believe how easy it had been for these people to use her, but she had the feeling they were going to be using her again and again and again and she found herself thinking just how much she wanted it. If this was what it was like to be used, then she wanted it. She wanted them to use her for their pleasure.

to be continued …