Story: Capturing Natalie by Wolfs-Rose

[Dept of PMM Artists & things]

A bit o' fiction about a pirate queen and a lovely captive. . .

The pirate sauntered down the line of captives, examining each as if they were on display in a shop: plucking jewels and baubles – or jackets or hats – according to her private whim, handling them all with brazen familiarity.

Natalie clasped her hands as if in prayer, but her thoughts were focused on the pirate captain, not God. The brazen woman did not touch and tease all her captives, only some. Her own adornments were modest. Perhaps she would be beneath notice? But what then. . . ?

Then the pirate was before her, inspecting her, and Natalie thought she would swoon. She trembled as the woman’s brown, calloused hand lifted and caressd the pearls. “A fine treasure,” she declared, leaning close to put both hands around Natalie’s neck and release the clasp. She smelled like sweat and the sea and other exotic things Natalie could not name. “Are you as pure as these pearls?” she whispered, her lips brushing Natalie’s ear.

Natalie gasped. By the time she could speak, the pirate had straightened and was clasping the necklace around her own throat. My necklace is touching her skin! Natalie realized, suddenly breathless. Then with a flourish as gallant as any nobleman, the pirate lifted her left hand, kissed it, and slipped the sapphire ring from her finger. “And what fine gentleman gave you this?” she asked, twirling it so it flashed in the sunlight.

“Miss Simmons is my betrothed!” Lord Hanover blustered.

The pirate laughed. “Poor lamb, to be so sacrificed!” Her eyes – vivid green in her sun-kissed face – rested on Natalie again. “She trembles so sweetly. . .” The words ended in something like a growl. She drew her dagger, grabbed Natalie’s bodice, and sliced through the silk and ribbons. As the girl stood frozen in shock, the pirate lifted one of her breasts free, squeezing it like a fruit, then bent down and drew her other nipple into her mouth. Natalie moaned, swayed, and clutched the pirate queen for balance. Lord Hanover started shouting incoherently, but two pirates grabbed his arms and pulled him back.

The pirate looked up into Natalie’s eyes. “You swoon, sweet-tit, not scream,” she husked. “Tell me: did you choose your aging swain?”

Natalie shook her head, unable to breathe, much less speak. She was mortified that everyone on deck was looking at her naked breast, still resting in the captain’s hand -- and at the way she still clutched the woman's arms. So why did her sex feel so heavy and warm? The captain rubbed her nipple with her thumb and before she could stop herself she moaned again – the sound carrying across the otherwise silent deck.

The captain kissed her breast, then pointed to a crewman who stood by. “Bind her wrists, take her to my cabin, and leave her there. No man touches her else without my leave.” Grinning, she took Lord Hanover’s hand and dropped the sapphire ring into it. “Take this, in tender for your lost bride. I’m sure I’ll put her sweet flesh to far better use than you.”

The bunk was hard and the mattress was thin and the chains were heavy – but all that faded to nothing as the captain stretched out beside Natalie, as naked as she was, drew her into a full-body embrace, and started caressing her breasts again. “There’s no going back for you now. All London will soon know of the scandalous way you responded to a pirate’s touch – and a female pirate at that! And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll never be able to settle for being some fat nobleman’s wife, even if you could find one who would take a pirate’s leavings.” She reached down and began fingering her captive’s cunt. Natalie whimpered, her chains clanking softly, but she moved toward her new mistress not away.

“You’ll have to earn your keep, of course. Not even the prettiest whore can pay her passage only with her body.”

“What - ?”

“Why, as my cabin boy, of course. I’ll bind your breasts and put you in a pair of pants, and you’ll keep my cabin clean and serve me my meals and help me dress – and bend over when I tell you.” She slid her fingers into Natalie’s cunt, hooking them for emphasis. Natalie whimpered and blindly sought the captain’s breast with her mouth. A low chuckle approved her impulse and the other woman lifted her nipple to Natalie’s lips. “Such a sweet girl. . . “