Tied up and surrounded by pirates.

Barrels. Pain. Fire. Ship. Death. With a start the world blurs into Miss Fortune's vision, "W-where the fuck am I?" she casts her eyes around herself, and dread washes over her like cold water. The pirate named Gangplank stands right in front of her, cock dangling in front of her, his men leering at her curvy body. "D-don't you know who I fucking am!? I'll have you all hung by your cocks if you dare do anything." the men all roar with laughter at her words.

"We're out at sea bitch. Good luck contacting any of your Bilgewater rat comrades, let alone getting our cocks out of your mouth." Fortune's eyes bulge as Gangplank shoves his sweaty, cock past her soft supple lips. The taste alone is enough to make Fortune gag, the bitter-salty taste of ocean brine and musk fill up her nostrils and coat her tongue. "That's a good bitch, this skullfucking's for Marco, blew a hole right through his dumb skull you did." Gangplank forces his cock even further, Fortune's saliva welling up inside her mouth as she gags again and again, her heaving breaths causing the nipple clamps placed upon her to stress against her white blouse. With a deep growl Gangplank deposits a creamy load into Fortune's stomach, slapping her to the ground and leaving her to cough and gag. "Have at her men."

Cries go up all around as the men tear into the redhead's clothes. Letting loose her massive tits, and bubble butt. "I say we all creampie her and make the other hostage eat it all out!"

"Nay, I say we fuck her in the ass until she can't even hold our cum in!"

"Ay fuck all of that bullshit, let's cover her in cum and tie her to the front of the ship when we sail into Bilgewater."

Other hostage? No, no, please. Don't let it be Dez.