A Pirate’s Bounty Pt. 01-02

Part 1

His leather boots descended the steps with such control that his footsteps were light, and somehow still made a deep thudding noise. Quiet, but enough to send fear through the ship. He had descended from the main deck, passed through the sleeping quarters of his crew, and further until he was below the supplies deck. His ship creaked and rocked gently. He was glad that it was a calm day. He had enjoyed the sunshine, but down here in the lowest deck, the only light came from the lanterns that hung from the ceiling. He had many down here, since he wanted to have a good view of his Submissives.

His boots finally reached the bottom step, and it sent a new wave of fear through the naked bodies. Some of them squirmed; more so the blindfolded ones who had no idea what to expect. Others simply whimpered. At first they had been restrained on their knees, some sat down and others laying on their sides. When he had realised that there was not enough room, he had started binding their wrists to the ceiling, and so stood in a row on either side of the walkway were ten beautiful young specimens. He took a step forward, their bodies trembled with panic, his hands rising. The first few shied away from his touch, then one who was blindfolded suddenly shrieked when his fingertips brushed her stomach. He passed by a Submissive and his fingertips brushed her leg, then her clitoris, and then found the air again. Nothing.

He stopped, and even that inaction spurred a few more cries of worry. He smiled curiously, turning on his heel. More whimpering, but none from this last ankara2010.com Submissive. He approached her, and she watched him with rebellious eyes. She was stood in front of a plank of wood that was slightly off horizontal, her wrists bound to it so that her arms were bent, her hands level with her hips. Her breasts were large and rounded, but her frame was neither large nor small. Quite a perfect figure, actually; he thought. Her hair was dark brown and reached her shoulders, her face smooth with a sharp chin. Her mouth was set in a defensive line and her eyes had a fire within them that he enjoyed.

She kept her mouth shut as he grabbed her lower jaw in his right hand, and he lifted her face to inspect it closer. She truly was beautiful, but with a roughness to her features that was clear in her spirit rather than the physical appearance of her face.

“You are clearly not afraid. Why is that?” He waited, but she just stared at him. His hand slowly withdrew from her jaw, lowering until his fingers cupped her labia. Her legs fidgeted a little bit, but she made no attempt to defend herself. He smiled even more curiously, entertained by her defiance. He pressed his thumb against her clitoris and her nostrils flared, but still she said nothing.

“Let us see if we can loosen that tongue of yours.”

Part 2

His fingers got to work on untying the ropes that restrained her wrists to the plank. Her arms dropped achingly and she grunted with relief. He took her by the wrist, provoking a hiss, and he guided her further down the walkway. He had no interest in panicking the other Submissives now, so kept his focus on this rebellious beauty.

They reached the back of the ship, where a dark-haired little thing was bound to the floor. The submissive little ravenette was on her knees, her ankles trapped under metal loops that were locked to the floor. She wore a shackle around her neck, solid bars extending off to either side, connecting to shackles around her wrists, which in turn were chained to the floor. The ravenette’s rear end was high in the air, her knees at right-angles, and she was clearly uncomfortable. She heard the Captain’s footsteps approach and she began to sob.

“This was the last Submissive who put up a fight,” he said to his rebellious and buxom brunette. They stepped passed the ravenette, making her cry with fear and clatter her chains hopelessly, but the Captain walked passed her and guided the brunette to a long block of wood. This wood was tapered on top to a blunt point. Not sharp, but hardly comfortable to sit on. He grabbed the brunette by the hair, who huffed aggressively but said nothing, and he turned her to face him.

“Stand on the balls of your feet.” She stared at him with that fury in her eyes. He slapped her face, “Do as you are told.” He waited a moment, raised his hand to strike, but she obeyed. Slowly she lifted her heels off the ground, and he forced her to step backwards until her legs were on either side of the block.

He gave her no instructions to sit, but her feet already began to give way and her heels lowered ever so slightly. Even so, it was enough that the block was able to press gently between her labia, and she closed her eyes in discomfort. He shackled her wrists behind her, to anchor points on the block, which stretched her elbows straight. She tried to lean back, to relieve the weight on her labia, but found the weight on her coccyx even more unbearable. She was forced to sit up straight, pressure on her labia, and her feet were already showing signs of shaking.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and she finally opened her eyes. Her mouth was still set in a grim line and she glared at him without a word. He stared at her stunning body, those large breasts on such an athletic figure. He could see her labia, bulged on the block, and it made his erection bounce. “Why are you so feisty?” No response. “Still nothing?” She continued to glare at him, her nostrils flaring the more her ankles ached. She was slowly resting more on the block, and he was enjoying her discomfort. “Perhaps some persuasion, then?” She did her best to keep her heels off the ground. He turned to the ravenette on the floor, crouching beside her head and forcing her to look up at the brunette. The ravenette immediately began crying quietly, “I will punish her until you speak.”

“No no!” the ravenette cried, but the brunette did nothing but watch.

“That settles it then.”

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