The heavy door has swung open and I feel butterflies in my tummy. James leans forward releasing my hair and caressing it over my shoulders, but his voice is mean and masterful.
“You will do everything I order you to wench” I nod obediently and he wraps my hair round his hand again and pulling me to my feet, propels me through and into the dungeon, slamming the heavy door shut behind us. Then the mist comes again and the dungeon looks like the commodore's cabin on an 18th century man of war.
“These are my quarters Pirate Queen, I am Master & Commander here, do you understand?”
I glare at him defiantly and with his muscular seaman's arms and huge hands he slaps my ass making it sting, I say nothing and he spanks me again 3 more times making my eyes water and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. I see him lift his hand again and I drop my gaze. “Yes Commodore”
“Aye then, now get on your knees!”
I kneel in front of him my hands still bound behind my back in classic submissive pose and he takes out a knife. I think for a moment he will release me, but instead he cuts all my clothes and tears them off leaving me kneeling naked on the deck, my hair now hanging in front of my face covering my breasts and reaching the floor over my knees. He stands in front of me and through my copper curtain I find my eyes level with his groin and his huge erection pushing towards me commandingly.
“Is this the mast I am to climb Commodore?” I sneer and in answer James plunges both hands into my hair wrapping it around each and pulling me tight against him, my lips squashed against the rough uniform but feeling the throbbing cock trying to burst out and into my mouth “You, pirate wench, will do exactly as I tell you to! You will get to feast on my meat once you have been subdued by the methods we have for dealing with pirate scum!”
So saying, he reached behind me and cut my hands free. I immediately started rubbing my wrists, but he wrapped fresh cord around them, tying them in parallel, in front of me, then looping a rope around the cord he hoisted me to my feet. “Now Pirate Queen, we shall see what you are made of, I think it's time the crew saw our prize and the ceilings in here are too low to hang you from!”
As he speaks he is leading, no dragging, me through a double door and up a short staircase onto the deck of his ship. He pulls me up to a mast and throws the rope over an iron hoop about 9 feet up then pulls it hoisting me with my arms hurting in their sockets my breasts thrusting out and my back against the rough wood.
“Mr. Mate! secure her feet!”
I notice there are maybe a dozen uniformed men around staring lecherously at me and then the Mate ties rope around each ankle, and pulls them backwards around the mast forcing me tight against it, my ass forcing my hips forward and my pussy, with all it's ginger curls is pushed out as if in invitation.
“Feast your eyes lads!” The Commodore laughs “This is a rare treasure and we're going to display her like a royal jewel!”
I writhe and curse, but all I'm doing is making my tits wave at them, so I stop and let my hair fall down my front covering them, but not for long.
