In the Captain's Quarters

"What are you going to do to me?" you ask the large woman. You contemplate fighting back, but she's near twice your size. You suddenly realize that this is what it must feel like to be a woman back home.

"Your fate is in the captain's hands now," the large woman responds, "My guess is that she'll take what she wants from you and then let the rest of the crew have their fill." To emphasize her point she slaps you hard on the ass.

You remain quiet for the rest of the minute it takes for her to drag you to the captain's quarters. The large woman opens the wooden door and tosses you in.

You look around and are surprised by how opulent the captain's quarters are. The entire cabin is covered in gold accents. Fine tapestries cover every inch of exposed wall, and ornate lanterns give the whole room an otherworldly glow.

On one side of the room is a large wooden desk with a single high back chair, on the other, there is a large bed covered in mismatched pillows and blankets.

"Do you like it?"

You turn and face the beautiful pirate, "Why have you brought me here?"

Her lips curl into a tight smile and without warning she backhands you across the face. You stumble back into the desk clutching at your cheek in agony.

"When I ask a question, I expect an answer. Do you understand?"

Not trusting yourself to speak you nod.

"Very good," she croons, "So, how do you like it?"

"I think it's wonderful," you say quickly, your face still throbbing in pain.

"That wasn't so hard was it? “ she says gently, “I've always found that men require a firm hand to keep them in line."

"To answer your question, I intend to use you." She pauses for a moment, "More specifically, I intend to use you to impregnate that whore of a governess' daughter I have rotting in my brig."

She grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you in so close you can feel her breath on your ear.

"More specifically," she repeats in a low voice, "In a few moments, the young woman you've been chatting with so amicably these past few days will be brought to my chambers. When she arrives, I will strip her naked. I will then have you bend her over this very desk." She slaps the desk for emphasis, "And I will have you stuff that overlong, too-thick slab of meat into her fertile, virgin, cunt." She bites off the 't' on cunt with a snarl.

"Is that a vivid enough picture for you?" She asks.

"And if I refuse?"

The palm of her hand hits you in the solar plexus so hard that you fold nearly in two.

"What did I tell you?" She says with an impatient sigh.

You struggle to catch your breath. Each gasp is pure agony and you feel yourself begin to blackout.

"Answer my question."

You nod, sinking to the ground in utter defeat.

The door to the captain's cabin swings open.