Naked for dinner

The crowd erupted even more excitedly. Elizabeth switched a hand, hiding her womanhood with her small fingers. Her flower, her prize, was being ogled by pirates!

“That's a relief, almost worried that this lass was a lad from them little rosebuds up top!”

“Aye, good to see a woman's best side!”

“Look at them skinny legs though!”

“Aye, like a chicken!”

“What a bony lass!”

They all erupted with their insults while Elizabeth's face turned red, then a light shade of purple. She, a noblewoman, was being mocked by a gaggle of pirates! It was the worst thing that could happen to a proud young woman. She felt tears but did all she could to fight them back.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” The fat bald pirate to her right spoke. “The captain told me there was one rule that anyone who disobeyed would have to deal with him personally.”

The roaring crowd grew quieter. The captain was feared and respected enough they had to listen.

“Now, little miss Swan here is not to be touched, prodded or otherwise molested by anyone aboard this boat!” He said.

The other pirates moaned angrily as Elizabeth exhaled a sigh of relief. At least her prized virginity, her last threshold of womanhood, would be safe.

“That's alright, I like my women with more up top!” One of them said.

They all laughed. Elizabeth could not believe it. She knew she was beautiful, men had always viewed her with desire. Now these lowly pirates were mocking her nude form! It was too much. She hung her face in shame.

Elizabeth had been right: showing any weakness to these men was making herself a target. They all hated the rich, the nobles. Now, seeing a woman who viewed them as savages naked, just a lanky quivering girl, gave them a chance to dominate their enemy.

Elizabeth saw an open chair. Realizing it would hide her crotch under the table, she rushed towards it. She stumbled, her boots tangling in the bloomers and slipping off. Quickly the glass eyed pirate grabbed them up. Holding that and the rags of her dress, he threw them out a port hole window. Elizabeth's stomach tightened even more as she saw her clothing fall from the ship.

The pirates all set about eating and drinking, staring at Elizabeth the whole time. Elizabeth crossed both arms over her chest, looking down. There was a plate of food, a leg of lamb in front of her. She was starving, but could not bring herself to touch it. She knew she'd just be exposing more of herself.

“Skinny lass like you should be eating!” A pirate yelled.

“Here, put some meat on them bones!” Another yelled, tossing his meat at her plate. It splattered grease into Elizabeth's face. The men all laughed as Elisabeth used a palm to wipe it away, unable to look anyone in the eye. She looked back to the small empty cabin but a pirate stood guard in front of the door, winking at her as she looked longingly at the privacy it held.

The night dragged on and on. The men mocked Elizabeth, leered at her, while she silently took it. Her sharp tongue was numbed with shame. Finally, near sunrise, the rum took effect and one by one the men passed out. Finally the staring eyes were off of her. Elizabeth was now able to eat her food, which she did passionately, with her bare hands. Then, filthy, nude and exhausted, she crawled into a small corner of the cabin, farthest from anyone else. Curling up in a fetal position, to hide herself and cover from the cold night air she fell asleep, dreading the next morning...