The Second Book

The first time Sally had read that she had been shocked, not only at how graphic it was or the unassuming book it was in but the fact that it had been in the collection of a little old lady. She had felt sick when she read it. Yet that night, as she put her magic wand to good use, she had found herself thinking of it. As the vibrating tip of the wand had slid into her own slick sex she had pictured that Man-Beasts member. Afterwards, she had been sickened by herself and yet here she was, flicking through the pages.

As she read the passage her free hand began to undo her trousers, just enough to slide her fingers inside. As her fingers slipped under the thin fabric of her panties she let the book drop to the floor and reached out for another.

This one was another bland covered and titled book, seeming to offer a pirate-themed adventure and it did offer that. Although the tale of its heroine, a bright-eyed young lady of noble birth by the name of Catherine was far from the normal fair. As she found herself captured by a band of pirates. Sally flicked to a later chapter as her fingers slipped between her own folds.

They had caught another merchant vessel that morning and Catherine had watched the filthy crew swarm over it like rats. Killing damn near everyone they came across as they stated their bloodlust. The few survivors had been dragged out of their hiding spots in the bowels of the ship and brought aboard.

Two young beauties, who she suspected had been the daughters of the Captain, both dressed much the same way she had been the day her ship was attacked. In dresses of fine silk and lace that flowed like water and sparkled like the night sky.

Now those dresses lay torn on the galley floor, stomped into the filthy floorboards as the crew fought over the young women.

Catherine watched as they were tugged back and forth, the younger of the two still trying to fight whilst the older seemed to have accepted her fate or at least she had released fighting would only hurt. From her perch on Captain Burnwaters knee, she watched as the first fist flew among the crew. It had been the same every time before with all the other women and even with her.

As the crew brawled she felt the rough hands of Burnwater slide over her swollen stomach. The swelling was the only reason she wasn’t down on the floor with those two girls. She had tried to hide her swelling stomach for as long as she could, even as the crew took it in turns to ravish her nightly. She had been sure they would throw her overboard as soon as they found out but instead she had been taken to the Captain's quarters. She had been allowed to bathe, to eat a hearty meal and lay on a feather bed. Of course, that bed had been shared with Burnwater and he had expected her to fulfil the duties of a wife but compared to the rest of the crew he had been a gentle lover.

Now, as she felt the fingers of his right hand caressing her stomach as the left dipped with practised ease into her sex, she realised that she didn’t care what happened to those young women.

As the fight among the crew was settled and Burnwater began to pull her backwards to spear her on his cock, she recalled overheard conversation among the crew. Burnwater was a man who only had eyes for a woman with child. As the winner of the fight climbed atop the unlucky ladies and she felt her sex been stretched by Burnwaters member, she saw the future.

A future where, if those girls lived long enough to become with child, she would be thrown overboard and replaced. A cycle that she didn’t doubt had been repeated many a time on this ship of evil men.

Yet she didn’t care, as thrust himself home with a growl and the cries of the young woman were muffled by cocks shoved uncaringly into mouths. She knew that **** would come for her sooner rather than later and so she might as well enjoy what little pleasures she had.