A Pirate's Plaything

 
Note from the Author:

Explicit sex. Rough sex. Forced sexual acts. Please read with caution.

It is dark erotica with some brutality.

Some individuals may find it triggering or upsetting please do not read if you do. The intent is not to upset anyone.

 
It took the pirate ship FireStar all of two minutes to draw next to and overwhelm the WindStorm. A far slower ship.

And the Pirate Captain had every intention of collecting all the cargo as spoils. Unfortunately that entailed me since I was hiding in the cargo hold.

But some quick thinking had me wrapping my extra shirt around my head to hide my hair and cover my feminine eyebrows and shadow my eyes. Untucking my shirt and stuffing loaves of bread in the thighs of my pants to make me seem as shapeless as possible.

A cabin boy.

I heard the screams on the deck stop and the creaking of them popping the lock on the hold. They flipped it open and I immediately cried surrender. Offering to be their cabin boy.

The dark pirate captain watched me with unflinching intensity. Deep brown eyes gazing at me hungrily.

And I was very afraid he knew.

“I do.” He murmured as he caught me by the arm. Declaring. “I’ll take the cabin boy.”

He drug me straight to his cabin.

I scrambled to keep up.

Once inside, he kicked the door closed and tossed me against the wall. “What the devil are you thinking!”

“What?” I blinked my big brown eyes in confusion.

“I’ve pirated the Peril Sea for over two hundred years. You think I can’t spot a woman when I see one?” He demanded.

“But I’m not.” I shook my head fearfully. “Cap. Just mere Cabin Boy.”

“Sure you are.” He glowered darkly. “Drop your pants and show me your cock then, Lad."

“No, Sir. I’m not that manner of cabin boy.”

He shook me by my arm. “You’re not one atall!”

Without warning he thrust his hands down my oversized breeches.

I gasped. Relieved when he retrieved only a loaf of bread. Pulling it out to eye it. Then tilting his head toward me contemptuously.

I shrugged. “They leaves me alone sir, when they think me bigger.”

I bowed my shoulders to appear stouter.

He snorted. “Fine. Have it your way.”

He delved his hand in again and headed straight down the center. Unsurprised to follow my flat belly down over a flat pelvis. Hooking his finger to enter me.

I gasped.

He pinned me harder against the door and pressed his finger in more deeply. Covering my mouth with his other hand. Using his torso to hold me to the wall.

I was screaming and gasping behind his hand but no one could hear me.

He worked his finger expertly in and out of me.

Making me melt. Dampening his finger.

Then he withdrew it. “Let me show you what a pirate does to a woman pretending to be a cabin boy.”