The Golden Age of Piracy

You're on a beach, with pristine white sand gradually sloping into a stunning blue ocean. You look back and see a shock of green trees and bushes surrounding the rocky cave you just stumbled out of, but behind them, in the distance, you can see more ocean stretching to the horizon.

Picturesque as the scene is the heat is already starting to make you thirsty. You do a quick lap around the island and find no source of potable water.

'So this is it then,' you think to yourself sitting down heavily in the sand in the shade of a large palm tree.

You aren't sure exactly when you fell asleep but you're awaked by a sharp kick to the ribs.

"Ello love." A raspy voice says above you.

You look up to see a hard-faced woman in a tattered leather jerkin. In place of a left eye is a ghastly scar that extends from her forehead right down to her chin. She ogles with her one good eye and a sinister grin splits her face.

"When the captain ordered us to anchor here to make repairs, I thought she'd gone a touch mad. No water, no rum, and barely enough wood to make it worth our while." You turn to see several other women cutting down a few of the larger trees and carrying the wood back to two large longboats that have been pulled up on the beach.

"Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd find a pretty little lad like you stranded all the way out 'ere." She smiles lewdly and begins removing her pants, revealing a surprisingly well-groomed tuft of pubic hair nestled between two thick bronze thighs. Not yet fully awake you blink first at her face and then at her rather attractive looking pussy, before looking back her face.

You make as if to run, but then you remember that you're on a fucking island.

"Nowhere to run lad, but don't worry your pretty little head, Bessy ain't gonna hurt 'cha. Just need a little poke from your sausage and a few squirts of yur fun sauce and I'll be on me merry way."

You contemplate putting up a fight but the way she's fingering a wicked-looking knife cinched at her waist makes you think better. She looks a little disappointed at your lack of resistance but says nothing as she binds your hands and feet and drags you onto the beach.

"You're a big lad," she says huffing from the effort. "Hope you've got a stick in those strange pants of yours or I'll have to find another way to get my jollies," she grins, fingering that knife of hers. You get the sense that line between **** you and outright killing you is a pretty thin one for this woman.

With surprising gentleness, she slices off your pants and boxers. Despite the precariousness of your situation, you find yourself more than a little aroused at the sight of the pirate's nether region, and as she tears the boxers from you, your stiff cock springs free, nearly hitting the pirate in her face.

"By the Seven Oceans!" she cries out, jumping back in surprise, "Is that a cock or a sea serpent?" The commotion attracts several of the other women, and they begin to form a circle around you, muttering to themselves and pointing at your oversized member.

"What the hell is that?" A younger woman asks much to the mirth of her companions.

"Ain't you ever seen a cock before?" someone chimes in.

"I ain't seen nothin' like that before, looks as long as me arm."

"You going for it Bessy or you want a step aside for a real woman?" a muscular woman with long blond hair taunts from off to the side.

Bessy growls at the larger woman, "I found 'em, I get the first..." she cuts suddenly as a tense silence descends over the small gathering.

"What do we have here ladies," a soft but commanding voice breaks the silence.

A large bronze-skinned woman with long legs and jet-black hair stands over you.

Though soft-spoken, there's a coldness in her voice that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Just having a little fun Cap'n," Bessy stammers, careful not to meet the woman's gaze.

"Aye, I can see that. And normally I would be the last person to get between you and fun, but you... all," as she says it she looks at all the gathered women in turn, "have a job to do."

With some discontented muttering, the women return to cutting down the trees. You suddenly find yourself alone with the captain, who crouches beside you.

She looks first at your face and then at your oversized manhood. "You're in luck," she says as her lips pull up into a humorless smile, "Under any other circumstance, I'd let Bessy and the lot of them have their way with you and leave you for dead. But as luck would have it, I am in need of someone with your," she draws her finger up the length of your cock, "Unique set of attributes."

With that she walks away, leaving you tied up in the sand as the women continue their work.

Nearly an hour later, the large blond woman picks you up and tosses you into one of the boats. You land bent backward over one of the benches, and the moment your boat pushes off you feel a callused hand wrap around the shaft of your cock. You strain to see who it is that's molesting you, but the way you're positioned you can't get a good look. You moan with a mixture of fear and pent up sexual desire as a warm set of lips finds their way to the tip of your cock.

As long as it's been since you've been with a woman you climax quickly, the unseen mouth lapping hungrily at your spurting cum all while female voices laugh and cheer at your expense.

Nearly an hour later you feel yourself being hauled out of the longboat like a sack of grain, cock now covered in a coating of dry cum.

"Put him in the brig," you hear the Captain order a pair of women, "And for goddess sake, give him some water before he dies."

Your bindings are cut and the women half carry, half drag you down a hatch and toss you into waiting cell.

"Where am I," you ask the women as they shut the door behind them.

One of them, a brunette with a truly spectacular set of tits turns back with an evil grin, "Welcome to the Morning Star, flagship of the most honorable Lady Katerina Spalding, or as she's better known, Cate Darkwater."

With that, the women leave, leaving you alone in the oppressive darkness.