began to sob, but it was a sob of ecstasy, not fright, nor pain.
She craved being taken! What better than being taken by savage pirates? Conrad was dead! She was not getting out of this alive— just go with it. These thoughts whirled through her dizzy mind like wildfire.
The man lifted her hips with his strong hands as he continued to pound into her sopping, welcoming cunt. She felt many urgent fingers as they began to scrabble at her clit; the others wanted to feel this white woman, too.
Rough hands continued their assault on her tits, pinching and pulling. The thick dick suddenly stopped still; hot cum spurted up inside of her, filling her up. She felt the cock soften and slip out, as a long groan of relief escaped the man’s parted lips.
Another hard erection was quick to replace it. She moaned and groaned, as the men seemed to never stop swarming over her body. Two men pulled her thighs back and up again, holding them firmly; her open wet cunt was revealed in the glow of the lantern. Someone slapped her face twice rocking her almost into oblivion, while a finger dipped inside, fucked her alongside the cock, and periodically plucked at her straining clit.
Hot juice continuously dripped from her due to the deviant eroticism she felt throughout her whole being. She was like a slab of meat to them, not a woman! Pam absolutely loved it! If she was going to die, then at least die happy.
She moaned and encouraged. She did not know if they could understand her, but she did not care. She thrust her hips and pulled her thighs wider, which told them all they needed to know.
After they’d all had their turn inside of her body at least once, she laid in the moonlight with her legs still open wide, letting them gaze at her, absorb her beauty.
She was exhausted, but she still writhed in lust and encouraged one man who was squatting next to her, to stroke her, please touch her, again….
He did not need instruction. He slowly pulled back the clitoral hood, exposing her throbbing bud, and then firmly pressed a long, black finger. She exploded in orgasm...the streams of hot juice, arching out of her pussy in the golden glow of the lantern made the men cry out in astonishment. They had never seen a woman cum like Pam, screaming lustily into the night.
* * *
Dawn was beginning to break in the distance. The early morning wore on and the six pirates were tired. They got Pam to her hands and knees, and shoved her towards a small storage cubby and locked her inside. She saw they had pulled out all of the food bags and water jugs to make room for her. She had enough room to move about, and it was not airtight, but it was claustrophobic just the same. The boat was just not that large.
The pirates threw the blankets around on the floor and lay down to catch a couple hours of satiated sleep before the sun came up.
* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
James moved his binoculars into focus. Yes, it was a vessel the size of the Paper Tiger . This could be them. He called his crew together who looked through the binoculars as well, then confirmed. It possibly could be.
The name of the boat could not be seen from this angle. But it sure looked like it. They sped towards the yacht wondering why it was not moving. Why would they be anchored here, off the coast of Haiti? Sidling around behind the vessel, they saw the name painted across the aft…he had them!
James was thinking hard about what he was going to say to Conrad. In what frame of mind was he going to be? A man on the run could be dangerous. However, that was the least of his problems; he needed Pam to be all right. His guys could handle Conrad.
They cut the engines and sidled up to the boat. It was early in the morning, the sun just rising. If it was just Conrad and Pam, they were probably sleeping. Manny, Michael, and Juan boarded quickly like Ninjas. James stayed on Pleasure . He would board once he knew the situation. He was in
She craved being taken! What better than being taken by savage pirates? Conrad was dead! She was not getting out of this alive— just go with it. These thoughts whirled through her dizzy mind like wildfire.
The man lifted her hips with his strong hands as he continued to pound into her sopping, welcoming cunt. She felt many urgent fingers as they began to scrabble at her clit; the others wanted to feel this white woman, too.
Rough hands continued their assault on her tits, pinching and pulling. The thick dick suddenly stopped still; hot cum spurted up inside of her, filling her up. She felt the cock soften and slip out, as a long groan of relief escaped the man’s parted lips.
Another hard erection was quick to replace it. She moaned and groaned, as the men seemed to never stop swarming over her body. Two men pulled her thighs back and up again, holding them firmly; her open wet cunt was revealed in the glow of the lantern. Someone slapped her face twice rocking her almost into oblivion, while a finger dipped inside, fucked her alongside the cock, and periodically plucked at her straining clit.
Hot juice continuously dripped from her due to the deviant eroticism she felt throughout her whole being. She was like a slab of meat to them, not a woman! Pam absolutely loved it! If she was going to die, then at least die happy.
She moaned and encouraged. She did not know if they could understand her, but she did not care. She thrust her hips and pulled her thighs wider, which told them all they needed to know.
After they’d all had their turn inside of her body at least once, she laid in the moonlight with her legs still open wide, letting them gaze at her, absorb her beauty.
She was exhausted, but she still writhed in lust and encouraged one man who was squatting next to her, to stroke her, please touch her, again….
He did not need instruction. He slowly pulled back the clitoral hood, exposing her throbbing bud, and then firmly pressed a long, black finger. She exploded in orgasm...the streams of hot juice, arching out of her pussy in the golden glow of the lantern made the men cry out in astonishment. They had never seen a woman cum like Pam, screaming lustily into the night.
* * *
Dawn was beginning to break in the distance. The early morning wore on and the six pirates were tired. They got Pam to her hands and knees, and shoved her towards a small storage cubby and locked her inside. She saw they had pulled out all of the food bags and water jugs to make room for her. She had enough room to move about, and it was not airtight, but it was claustrophobic just the same. The boat was just not that large.
The pirates threw the blankets around on the floor and lay down to catch a couple hours of satiated sleep before the sun came up.
* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
James moved his binoculars into focus. Yes, it was a vessel the size of the Paper Tiger . This could be them. He called his crew together who looked through the binoculars as well, then confirmed. It possibly could be.
The name of the boat could not be seen from this angle. But it sure looked like it. They sped towards the yacht wondering why it was not moving. Why would they be anchored here, off the coast of Haiti? Sidling around behind the vessel, they saw the name painted across the aft…he had them!
James was thinking hard about what he was going to say to Conrad. In what frame of mind was he going to be? A man on the run could be dangerous. However, that was the least of his problems; he needed Pam to be all right. His guys could handle Conrad.
They cut the engines and sidled up to the boat. It was early in the morning, the sun just rising. If it was just Conrad and Pam, they were probably sleeping. Manny, Michael, and Juan boarded quickly like Ninjas. James stayed on Pleasure . He would board once he knew the situation. He was in
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