Beckett was kind in gently laying Anna down on the soft silk covers of his bed.

“I was to be married,” Anna blurted out as the captain looked down at his tired, sore prisoner.

“A woman with no money or standing? That is unlikely.”

“But ’tis true. I was to be lucky. The second son of the Rogers family told me so, Gregory. He came almost every day to buy flowers.”

“Rogers?” Beckett gave Anna a sharp look.

“Yes. They are the richest family in the port. He was not the oldest, but he was handsome. He even gave me a ring.” Anna looked away from Beckett, thinking of her future. “I suppose someone will find it eventually.” Anna could not bring herself to look up, but asked, “What will you do to me? Will my fate match Sarah and Margery’s?”

“No, little nymph. You are lucky. You caught my attention, and I do not like to share. You are mine now, and once you accept that, you will enjoy this life.”

“I shan’t!” Anna shot up from the bed and hit Beckett’s chest. There was nowhere to run. Her choices were to throw herself overboard and die, or to accept what this twisted man offered. Well, she wouldn’t accept too easily. She beat him again and again, only serving to bruise her fists.

Beckett finally grew tired of her outburst and grabbed her wrists, pulling her to his chest. Slowly, he lowered them both to the bed and let her cry.

It was not long before Anna calmed and her breathing slowed. Beckett wiped away the remains of the tears off her cheeks, her innocent eyes half-closed from exhaustion. He could not help the lust he began to feel growing between his legs as he stared at the wet-eyed beauty before him, seductive but completely unaware of her firm curves and perfect breasts, her enchanting face.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, capturing her little mouth. A tall and strong man, he knew he dominated her in every way. He became more passionate, crushing himself against her while trying not to squeeze the air out of her.

Anna was in a daze, a dreamy half-awake state making her love the way the shadow of his beard rubbed against her face and his arms wrapped around her. She forced herself to try and turn away, to refocus her thoughts, but he would not let her.

“I shall make you beg for me to take you. Once you know what pleasure is, you shall plead with me to fuck you again and again.”

Beckett sat up and swiftly ripped her thin dress in two, fully revealing to him her creamy breasts and silky mound. Anna rolled away.

“No. I don’t want this. What about my Gregory?”

“Never mention Gregory again.” Beckett grabbed Anna’s breasts violently and squeezed them. She was not expecting such a ferocious reaction. “You will thank me for ten thousand spankings if you ever utter that name again. You are mine now, yes?”

Anna cried out in shame and pain as he pinched her nipples, waiting for a response. She pushed her face into the covers beneath her and let the waves of her hair shade her face.

“Yes,” she said in resignation as he violently fondled her breasts.

“Yes, what?”

“Captain Beckett.” Anna turned and stared up at him, willing him to be gentler though she noticed her nipples stayed hard and upright even as he let go. Beckett knew he forgot his strength sometimes. He wanted to ravish her, pummel her with his cock, but he also wanted to caress her. His two sides warred for control.

“You have much to learn, but, “Beckett pulled away for a moment, considering the little nymph beneath him, “I think I shall start with pleasure.”

“No! ‘Tis shameful.”

“There is nothing shameful about it.”

Beckett lowered himself back down on Anna, kissing her once on the lips before travelling lower, making her gasp. When Anna tried weakly to push him off, he swiftly tied both her arms to the posts of his bed, using restraints already there, and kept going. At the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, Beckett stopped. Anna was relieved, but he was not finished. Beckett kissed the pink petal lips of her sex and then lightly blew across them. She gasped and strained her neck to look at what he was about to do next.

Becket lowered his face in between her thighs. Anna arched her back in response.

“You are already waiting for me, Anna,” he gruffly said. Beckett dipped a finger down and swiped some of the glistening moisture off her sex, bringing his hand up to her mouth and rubbing it along her open lips. She involuntarily darted out her tongue and tasted her own salty sweetness.

Beckett finally buried his face against her sex, flicking his tongue across her clit and up and down her slit. Anna pushed her hips up in protest with a gasp, only bringing him closer. He used one hand to push her hips down, and brought the other to join his tongue. He rubbed the edges of her virgin hole, wanting to save it for his cock. Anna moaned another no, but did not try to push him off again. Still delirious, she could not help but enjoy the pleasure his tongue lavished upon her as she pulled at her bonds.

Anna could feel a pressure building up inside of her. Never before had this need felt in between her thighs been so intense. She gasped, squirming underneath Beckett who ignored her pointless protests. He knew she was seconds away from climax, and grabbed her sensitive nib between his teeth, pulling on it.

This was too much for Anna, sending her over the edge. A burst of warmth shot up her and her sex spasmed in response. Waves of pleasure rolled through her as she gasped and writhed under Beckett. He lapped at the juices that freely flowed down her creamy thighs.

But before Anna could calm her breath again, Beckett was pulling off his shirt and undoing the ties of his trousers, fully revealing all the hard muscles that worked underneath his loose shirt. His own need was too much to wait until she was ready as he quickly stripped.

But calming himself, Beckett slowly lay on top of her, pulling the restraints off her arms. He tenderly pushed away the dark strands of her hair that lay across her face.

“This will hurt, but not for long.”

Panic set in Anna’s eyes. She looked down to see a huge cock pointing at her moist pussy. Of all the ones she had seen that day it was truly the most impressive. Anna began anew her protests, squirming away from him, but the animalistic urges in Beckett were too strong. He crushed his lips drenched in Anna’s own sweet juices against hers, and positioning the tip of cock at her throbbing sex, plunged in one swift motion, tearing away her virginity.

Anna screamed in pain. She was stretched far beyond what she thought was possible. Beckett kissed her, keeping still through her pain and waiting until she grew more accustomed to his size. But then he could not help himself. Beckett pulled back and slammed back into Anna. It felt as if she was being sliced in two.

Again and again, Beckett buried himself inside of her. And as the pleasure grew inside him and he could feel he was almost there, Anna came again in a mix of pleasure and pain. His cock filled and stretched her beyond what she ever thought was possible and he slammed into her, fully burying himself within her with each thrust. It threw her over the edge. As her sex tightened around him, milking his cock, Anna arched her back and let out a cry of absolute pleasure and upset, momentarily giving in. Beckett gave a few more powerful, deep pumps, then also came, shooting his thick seed into her.

Letting their breath catch up to them, Becket lay on top of Anna, still buried deep within her folds. He finally rolled off of her and pulled her against his chest, falling asleep with Anna, now fully his, in his arms.

Anna’s eyes were wet as she let him hold her. Her sex was throbbing with pain but also ebbing pleasure. She had only been kissed a few secret times before when Gregory found her closing the shop. She hated what Beckett just did to her. Raping her, taking her only true possession and claiming her body as his, but she also knew she liked it. And with the final thought of Beckett laying above her again, his cock thrust deeply inside of her, Anna closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Oh, he was a pretty lad, he was, with dark eyes that flashed with the mysteries of the deep seas. He was dressed too fine for a common sailor, and I fancied that he must be a gent, coming down to the tavern on the wharf to get a look at the vessels as they came into port.

“Well, I thought,” as I caught his eye. “I have two vessels here that need a harbor for the night.” I lifted my hands to briefly cup my ample bosom, winking at him broadly. If all went according to my plan, I would have him nestled between my thighs within the hour to take my pleasure. Then, while he slept off the effects of the rum and sex, I would lift his purse and toss him back onto the dock.

A pirate’s life is a good one, I always say.

My nipples strained against the thin muslin covering my breasts and I pinched them between my fingers. He stared, seemingly mesmerized as I rolled them back and forth, back and forth. The heat pooled between my thighs and I ground my hungry cunt into the wooden bench I straddled. Maybe I’d have him twice before getting him too drunk to do aught but sleep.

Or, perhaps, why stop at two? A sturdy man such as he could surely go three or four times before sinking to half-hast.

Suddenly, I noticed he was rising and flipping a final coin to the tavern wench. I lifted my leg over the bench and rose, as well, making a great show out of smoothing my skirts and adjusting my bodice. Then, I sauntered in his direction, catching him as he was about to exit.

“Walk a girl home, love?” I cooed at him. He chuckled, a nice, deep sound and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I might,” he laughed, “If you were a girl and I was sure you had a home that was on dry land.”

I winked at him. “Oh, I’m a girl.”

I leaned in and laid my palm flat against his smoothly shaved cheek and pressed my mouth to his ear. “Just one lift of my skirts and you’ll see to that.”

He smiled down at me and ran his finger across the bared tops of my breasts. “Show me,” he dared. I glanced around the room. Half the men in there had already seen what I was about to expose to him, but why give the other half a free gander?

“Outside,” I said.

He followed me out the tavern door, but hesitated when I made a move to the alley.

“Not there. Over here, under the window, where there is enough light to see.”

And enough light to keep himself safe. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as naive as he looked. Still, I stepped toward him and settled myself back against the crates and barrels at the front of the tavern. Flashing him a smile, I lifted my skirts to the tops of my thighs, showing him my bare skin and the tuft of hair that curled along my cleft. He reached out and ran a finger along my slit, crooking the end a little to tug on my clit.

“Molly McBride,” he murmured. “Piratess and thief. If you’re looking to rob me, I warn you. I haven’t a gold coin to my name.”

“A toff like you?” I laughed, not believing him. “But, that’s all right, love. There are others about. Let’s just have a little fun, then go back in for a drink.”

“An’,” I added, “If you’re as poor as all that, I will buy.”

He raised his eyebrows, but continued to explore between my legs. I won’t deny, it made my legs quiver right down to my knees. I could feel myself opening up to him and the juices begin to wind through the soft puffs of hair that covered my mound.

“You want to be fucked, Molly McBride?” he asked conversationally. “I think first you’re going to have to get me hard.”

I grinned at that. If he thought he was issuing a challenge I would not take, he was sore mistaken. No one could deep throat a cock like Molly McBride. It was one of the perks of being under my command, and all my men knew that. If the captain was hungry for a taste of a man’s pork, it was up to the crew to oblige her. And oblige they did. Happily. All of them.

I sank to my knees and opened his breeches. His shaft nestled there, just beginning to stiffen. I pursed my lips and directed a steady, warm stream of air from tip to base, then followed it with a gentle touch of my finger along the same route. I sensed him catch his breath and I smiled to myself. Have to get him hard, indeed. I planned on getting him so hard he’d be begging for release.

My lips hovered just a scant thumb’s width from the head of his cock. His breathing seemed to grow a bit harsher as I leaned in close. A dewy drop of pre-cum slowly oozed out of the eye and glimmered in the yellow light that fell from the tavern window. I touched the gleam with the tip of my tongue and smeared it over the head of his cock.

His breath caught in his throat.

With my lips pursed, I rested my mouth at the very tip of his manhood. I kept my lips taut as I pushed against his cock with my mouth. Slowly . . . agonizingly slowly, his cock edged through the tight seal. I kept the pressure on him until the length of his shaft was buried in my throat.

My right hand eased his breeches down further so I could stroke and tug on his balls. He twined his fingers through my hair and tried to move my mouth up and down on his member, but I was determined to do it in my own time. I tightened my lips against the base and squeezed his balls in a warning until, with a groan, he released my hair. Then, and only then, did I began the lengthy journey back up the shaft, pausing at the tip to give a hard suck on the head.

Up and down my mouth moved, in slow, deliberate strokes. My right hand continued to torment his balls, while my left reached to rub his belly, pinch his nipples, grip his ass. His hips began rocking, picking up speed, which I matched with the rhythm of my lips and tongue.

Eventually, I moved my left hand to the base of his cock and began chasing my mouth up and down the shaft. His cock danced and throbbed under my expert fingers, and his sighs became gasps, then moans as he approached his peak. I gripped him firmly, squeezing and releasing as I glided my hand up and down his shaft. He bucked and murmured and then suddenly arched back, thrusting his hips forward, burying his cock deep in my throat.

I seized his cock at the base and squeezed as tightly as possible. My right-hand fingers sought for, and found, the tube through which his ejaculate would travel. I pressed against that as well, damming the pathway, forcing his cum to stay within his balls, which seemed to swell and grow feverish hot with his need to release.

He writhed and groaned against me, his curses so loud that I felt amazed no one came out of the tavern to see what the ruckus was. Or, perhaps, they knew. Many of the men in my crew had, at one time or another, been punished in just this way, and then locked into belts which would not allow them the satisfaction of relieving their urges.

I rocked back on my heels, smirking at the look on his face. “Did that make you hard enough?”

His arm shot out so fast I had no time to react. He had me whirled around, my skirts up over my hips and his cock buried in my cunt before I even knew what he was thinking.

“Oh, I’m hard,” he ground out as he plunged in and out of me. He cock danced and dipped and my cunt began to cling to it as though it were a soft silken glove upon a steel hand.

He wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked my head back, pressing his lips to my exposed neck and biting it lightly. The pain intensified the pleasure and I moved against him, nipples and clit on fire with an aching need to explode. He stiffened and began to spurt into me. I writhed faster, my hand dropping to my clit to whirl against and tease the small bud so I could have my own release.

I was close, so close, when his hand dropped over mine, stilling it. My hips kept moving, and it wasn’t until the cold edge of the blade dug into my neck that I realized he had shifted his weight so I was held captive.

“And now, Lady Pirate,” he murmured. “Let me introduce myself. Jack Connor, Gentleman of the Seas. And I think I *will* fulfill your request to escort you back to your home.”

I felt the blood in my veins turn from summer hot to winter ice in the span of a breath. Gentleman Jack. One of the youngest of our kind, and already a pirate scourge. Despite his outwardly gentlemanly demeanor, his talent for sadism made even the toughest pirate quail.

He moved so the tip of the blade dropped and lifted the bottom of my bodice, the sharp point pressed just under my ribs. “Walk,” he commanded. “And tell me about my new ship as we go. I think I shall like captaining her”

He grinned. “And you, Lady Pirate. I think I shall like being your master as well.”

I walked, my eyes fixed in front of me. Better to let him think he had won. Time enough later to set the young lad straight. And when I did, I planned to be far away from land.

After all, at sea, no one can hear you scream.

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