She must grab the wheel if the ship is going to stay afloat but maybe a quick help to Shanna is possible.

Sparrow kept advancing towards the quarter deck where the destiny of the ship is being decided. As she advanced she dealds with 2 more men. One slashed through the groin and the other going overboard with her dagger stuck in his back.

Shanna realized Captain Glaroon's years in the sophisticated art of fencing was too much for her. He clearly was the superior swordman but she was a mean streetfighter the likes of which he had never faced before. The next time he lifted his swoard for a downwards slash she did 2 things, she lifted her cutlass to stiop the blow but at the same time she lifted her bare foot hard into his groin. Feeling the familiar soft meetyness she knew her aim had been true.

He was about to land a crushing and possibly dessasive blow when she did the unexpected. His body went stiff, hands up in the air holding his sword. It was impossible, she woudn't dare, but an explosion of agony was spreading from his groin. He watched her take a step back with cat like grace and a mocking smile while his free hand went instinctively towards his groin. The bitch has done it and he didn't knew how to react. Before he came out of his stupor, she renew her attack, forcing him to step back with difficulty.

The fight went on, his advantage diminished by thepain beetween his legs and the need to protect from a follow up blow.

Jennifer Sparrow saw Shanna's kick and smiling got ready to climd the ladder to the upper deck. Men always underestimate women.

The captain was recovering and was getting the upper hand again but at the risk of getting closer and taking chances. The unstable deck because of the ship's lack of control also favour Shanna who had a lower center of gravity and was barefoot.

The exchange of blows went on while in the lower deck women were beggining to outnumber the men.

Shanna fainted a lo kick and used his over reaction to slash his arm. The wound was not mortal but left that arm almost out of commision. The ship made a sudden shift that made the captain crach into her, the swords crossed high above them and the black beauty took her chance.

The solid knee to his already sored genitals left him bent over and hyperventilating. Only his determination and the understanding of how much was at the stake allowed him to parry her 2 follow up blows and continue the fight.

Shanna hated him so much that maybe enjoyed the knee, and the prospect of his defeat a little too much. It was her turn to go on the offensive and she did it perhaps too boldly.

Sparrow had now reached the wheel and was steading the sheep. Shanna seemed to be doing ok so she didn't felt the need to intervene but kept and eye on the couple of fighters.

The captain knew that he had to gamble it all or his fate was sealed. He ignored the pain as much as possible and met her charge with cunning technique. He stepped back leting her think he was defeated and in the less likely moment took a slash to his already useless left arm and knocked her cutlass out of her hand and flying to the lower deck. With his opponent unarmed he moved in for the kill.

Sparrow saw this and dispaired. With Shanna gone, all was lost. She looked towards the main deck but all the other women were busy in their own fights.

The teenage redhead's green eyes sparkled when a plan formed in her mind. She couln't abandon the wheel but she could use her control of the ship. Making a hard turn, she **** the ship to veer strongly to a side, and not any side but the side that sent the captain stumbling backwards towards her. She only stabilized the sheep when he was within her reach.

Sparrow let go of the wheel for an instant to pull the big mans trousers down. It was humilliating but more importanty it was going to greatly hinder his movement and it didn't hurt that it gave her a clear target to aim for.

He felt his trousers being pulled down around his ankles and never knew what hit him but Shanna saw his thick cock and huge nuts swinging in plain view and then Jennifer's very white foot flying up btween his legs from behind. It was a kick any woman, even an experienced fighter like Shanna could admired. Her small foot caught his sack in the center and after the initial shock kept going up until it shqashed his fruit against his body.

Needless to say he was blinded to all except his agony and let the sword fell clattering out of reach.

Her word done Sparrow focused again in keeping the ship above the water.

Shanna knew she had to strike now that he was weakened so pulling a small dagger from her belt rushed at him. She was much smaller than him but used every once of strength in her fit body to push him back agaist the mizzen mast. Her dagger was going tiwards his throat when giant his right hand closed over her. He was weakened, only had one arm and was shocked to his core for all the genital attacks but due to the size difference she found herself strugling to keep the blade close to his neck.

Jennifer Sparrow had a first row seat to the final showdown.

The captain was tall and muscular, his torso was not visible but the impressive equipment between his legs, specially the huge balls made his look like the epitome of manhood. Straining against him was a very fit black beauty, her femenine but firm muscles visible under her skin because of the absence of the now gone shirt and how little of the torn skirt remained.

They were lock in a fierce struggle her dagger with the sharp edge towards his throat but still 4 inches appart and none had the strength to make the other loose gound. Around the ship the noise of battle died down. The remaining 20 men and 25 women were now spectators of the true battle of the sexes taking place in the upper deck.

They remained there locked in place for several minutes until Shanna felt his dick rubbed her exposed belly and remembered she had one final card to play. She kept her left foot almost between his legs, standing on his trousers that were still around his ankles and took her right foot back.

Right there and then she took all the anger for the **** the captain, his men and so many men before them had visited upen her and her sisters and took it out on him.

He could't go anywhere so she took her time to aim and made sure to put all she had in every blow.

The first time her knee collided with his exposed balls his eyes opened in outrage. She kep going while keeping the pressure on the dagger. After the third blow she began seeing defeat in his eyes, perhaps even fear but she had no mercy for him. Her knee kept going up between his legs. Up against his testicles and down until her toes felt the wooden deck to then go up again. It was a contionous but not too fast pace. She even took a few seconds here and there to adjust her aim and connect with his balls from a slightly different angle.

Her wonderful legs and butt tensed and relaxed as she kept the punishment going. After a particularly harsh knee he gave in an inch for the first time.

He was devastated, the bith was a superb dirty fighter and he knew he will loose in the end but self preservation is the strongest **** in nature and he decided to hold to tha end. Even if it ment to have his genitals destryed by the half naked pirate in front of him.

His balls were now swollen even larger and she felt his stength and more importantly his determination was faltering so she pressed on.

She went now for perhaps lighter but much faster knees, one right after the other. Her leg became a blur, only coming into focus for a splic of a second when her leg got all the way up and her knee could not dig deeper into his nuts. Up and down she went, really fast.

It was a different kind of pain, not worst from what men had told her, but different and she didn't want him to get used to what she was doing. His balls were flapping all over between his legs, she would sometimes get one, sometimes both.

After a couple of minutes when she stopped he was devastated. His balls were twice their size and red. His arm was about to give and she was ready for the final ****.

The bade was 3 inches from him now. She gather her strength and piled one savage knee into his testicles. His grasped gave one inch.

Sha gave him another terrible blow, catching his testicles more directly from above. He gave another inch.

The blade was 1 inch from his skin and there was total defeat in his eyes.

She prepared again and gave him a jumping knee. She was floating over the deck, both feet in the air with the entire momentum of her body behind the hard bone when it collided with his testicles.

The blade was now pressed lightly on his skin. The next blow was going to be the last. It was going to let her slash his throat and take his life and they both knew it.

Looking deep into his eyes she lifted her knee once more, faster than ever but she stopped as soon as she felt the soft skin of his scrotum. The knee sent his balls flying up and was quite painfull but not what he expected. He knew he had been given one las chance and loosing any trace left of male pride took it. He lower his gaze, let go of her hand, felt to his knees and kissed her feet begin mercy.

With this all men dropped their weapons and surrendered.

A new time was beggining, it was the time of the women.