This is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Actual rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extent of the law. If you can't distinguish between Fantasy and reality, this story is not for you.

Pirates

Mary suddenly woke up, but couldn’t make out a reason for doing so. It must have been one of those particularly noises the ship made. Ever since she and her husband Jokol started their sailing turn in the Indian Ocean, she was aware of all the weird sounds produced buy their boat. A 50 foot long two master called a gullet, whatever that was supposed to be, in her landlocked mind it was a sailboat. The boat belonged actually to a friend of her husband, like himself an experienced sailor, who had sailed the “Surcouf” as she was called last year to Jakarta, and had agreed to let them have it for 2 weeks. Now 5 days in their vacation Mary begun to enjoy her time on the ship a lot more, since they were alone aboard, the sunbathing certainly wouldn’t leave any tan lines on her firm and athletic body. She loved the soft rolling of the ship when they lay in their bunk exhausted from making love, the cool breeze and fragrance of the sea breeze in the evening, but the creaking and clinging of the rigging and planks made her constantly jumpy. It was certainly nothing as she told herself Jokol clearly hadn’t heard anything; he had kept snoring next to her. So she resolved herself to go back to sleep.

A couple of minutes later she awoke again, she felt a strange presence and when her eyes flew open, she saw a fairly small man standing not 3 feet from her bunk. Actually there were 2 men in their cabin, but she didn’t notice it, her gaze was fixed on the huge gun the man held aimed at her. The gun might have been of absolutely normal size, but if there was a thing she knew less about than sail boats it was guns, and from her perspective she looked in a muzzle the size of the Mont-Blanc tunnel. Without a conscious thought she started to scream. Awakened by his wife’s scream Jokol shot up in bed and was greeted by a bone chilling metallic click of a gun being cocked. One of their attackers said in a strangely calm voice “Shut up bitch, or we blow hubby’s brain out. I would also appreciate if neither of you made any sudden moves.”

Mary stopped screaming there wasn’t anything she could do she clung to Jokol’s arm shaking. Jokol asked furiously “Who the hell are you and what do you want on my boat?” The man that had spoken before said in the same calm voice “My name is Rodgers, but you can call me Captain or Sir, and since five minutes I’m the owner of this vessel and everything on board.” Both Mary and Jokol had a look of disbelief on their faces, sure they had heard stories of piracy in this part of the world, but they hadn’t put too much credence to them. Certainly pirates wouldn’t look for such a small boat as theirs, and the anchorage in the bay looked to beautiful to pass up. “If you want our money, no problem I can give that you…” Jokol began, but Rodgers cut him off “if it is on this boat it is my money anyhow, get that in your head mate.” He then continued “now get out of my bed, I’ll advise to do so slowly or Kim will have to hurt your girl here” with this he made a gesture towards the short guy who kept his gun aimed at Mary. Jokol thought that it might be the best to comply, arguing with guns seemed not the wisest course of action, and he got out of the bed and was suddenly very aware that he was naked, since he preferred to sleep that way. Standing naked in front of his attackers made him feel extra vulnerable, Rodgers told him to put his hands on his head and to move towards the steps leading to the deck. Looking through the door he saw two more men with assault rifles waiting for him to step out. Behind him he heard Rodgers ordering Mary to get out of bed to.

Mary felt almost paralyzed with fear and fury, but she complied, at least she was dressed in an oversize t-shirt and some panties, so she wouldn’t be standing naked in front of these men. “What is your name my dear?” she heard Rodgers asking. She answered with more anger than fear in hear voice “Mary, not hat it is any of your damned business” “Oh but it most certainly is my business, and I asked you to address me as Sir.” Rodgers replied in clinically detached voice. He continued “defy me and you will bear the consequences. I assume you are not a Virgin Mary?” She looked at him thunderstruck what kind of question to ask was that. “Answer me!” he bellowed. “No, I’m not” she answered with a small voice. Suddenly he struck her with the flat hand on the cheek making her head sing dizzily. Then with his former calm voice he added “Let’s try this answer again, this time with the proper address”. Through clenched teeth she said “No I’m not …sir”, the sir had come as an afterthought, but it was obviously what he wanted to hear. “Good, then let’s join your husband on deck” he said and waved her to walk before him.

When Mary moved through the main hatch onto the deck a strange scenario unfolded before her eyes, the deck was brightly lit by the electric lamps distributed all over the ship. Three men with guns stood on the deck, and next to them the diminutive Kim looked even smaller, even she was half a head taller than her, if he hadn’t had the gun she was sure she could have dealt with him. When she had left school she had been on the schools savate team, something they surely didn’t expect of her, but he had the gun, and what was even more frightening, all of them had wickedly looking long knifes in their belts, and the moonlight gave them a silvery shine. The naked Jokol sat with arms behind the main mast, they had tied his wrists, so that had to sit very upright. He looked calm, but Mary knew him well enough to see the rapidly increasing concern in his eyes. Right now he was apparently relieved that she was in his sight again and apparently unharmed. From behind she heard Rodgers voice “Before we continue our conversation from downstairs Mary, I would like you to step out of those clothes.” Mary’s blood froze, so far she had only feared that they would be robbed and possibly set to drift, but here some new dangers came up. Didn’t all the stories of old pirates referred to rape and pillage, it looked like she had fallen in the hands of some real traditionalists. She mustered all her courage and turned around and stared him in the face and spat out” No way, I’m not going to strip for you and your trained monkeys” At monkey she glared at Kim. The small man clearly took the hint and his anger rose, he turned to Rodgers and asked almost pleadingly “Can I make her Captain? It won’t take long, a few quick cuts with my blade and we will have bitch were we want her.” “I really appreciate your enthusiasm, but I think we can get her out of this clothes by herself, after all I also own these clothes now” there much menace in his words, but the cold businesslike tone made Mary shudder. He then turned to one of the large men and said “Dimitri, would you please put your knife to her husband’s throat, the next time she refuses a command start cutting his throat.” He said this with the same emotionless voice, as if he chose what to order from a menu in a restaurant. He then turned to her and said coolly “Where did we stop, ah yes the t-shirt please, take it off and fold it properly I don’t want it to get dirty or destroyed, I take good care of my property”. For the second time this night Mary was thunderstruck, but a look over to Jokol with the knife to his throat made her accept her fate, nude wasn’t dead.

She turned slowly facing away from the men and lifter her arms to take the shirt off, the only thing they could see of her was her beautifully bronzed back and a well formed derriere, still in the white cotton panties she preferred. She then folded the shirt carefully and held it in front of herself. “That’s a good girl, now turn around and step a bit more in the light” Rodgers commanded. When she complied he continued “now bend over and place the shirt on the deck.” She did this to noticing how much this motion made her firm well proportioned breasts sway. One of the large men said “She doesn’t have much in the tit department boss.” Rodgers replied “Oh shut up Igor; there is a difference between quantity and quality. This seems to be more on the quality side, but we will see. Mary stand straight hands behind the head”. Mary turned red, but complied again, those men were discussing her like a slab of meat she thought mortified. She liked her breasts, and always thought they fitted her size quite well, but those comment stung nonetheless, and her she stood now in a posture that made them stick out very prominently. Rodgers next comment didn’t make it any better “you see these babies don’t sag at all Igor, try that with one of your bimbos.” He then continued “now let’s get you out of these panties, they don’t suit you well at all if I may say so.” She was going to protest and tell him were to put his fashion advise, when she looked at her husband and the gleaming knife at his throat. He looked pleadingly at her, she sighed and hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and began to push them down, revealing a thick bush of dark pubic hair. Kim cried “What’s that, is she growing a forest down there, our customers won’t like that, eh captain?” Rodgers sends him a withering stare and he shut up. Mary was confused, what were they talking about customers, but here thoughts were cut short by Rodgers next order. “Hand those panties over to Igor, he is a collector. Than get back in the light hands behind the head and spread those feet about shoulder wide.” With trembling hands she handed her panties to the large man, who immediately began to sniff them with a leering grin, and took then the position Rodgers had ordered her to assume. Standing bare breasted before the strangers had been bad, but this was infinitely worse, now she was completely exposed and the night breeze that blew between her slightly spread thighs made this even clearer to her.

“Ok” Rodgers continued “it’s time to get to know you a bit better; Kim will ask you a couple of questions, which you will answer fully and truthfully. Every time we think you lie Dimitri will cut a finger from your husband, and believe me, he will hate lie 11, if you get my drift.” Based on the whiteness of Jokol’s face he got Rodgers drift alright and he pleaded “Please Mary, don’t do anything stupid, I beg you.” Rodger’s grinned, which gave him the look of a shark “Quite naturally you don’t need to call anybody of my crew captain, a simple sir will do. Kim please proceed.” The small man almost jumped with joy and started.
“Ok bitch, you have fucked before?”
Mary sighed and answered “Yes sir” it completely appalled her to call this small weasel sir but she couldn’t risk anything that would harm Jokol, so she resolved to play along.
“How many men?”
“I think three, sir” she flushed beet red, she had met Jokol at University and only ever had 2 boyfriends before him, so she hadn’t too much experience before Jokol.
“ I haven’t asked how many at the same time, I want a total a good looking slut like you must have had a lot of cocks, so how many?
“It were really only three in total” she was close to tears.
“How many of them did you give a blow job?”
“ All of them, sir”
“Did you swallow?”
“No that’s disgusting” she shook by thought.
“Licked any pussy?”
“Please no, that’s private” she pleaded.
“Yes or no bitch”
“yes once, sir” she said in a very small voice, it had been a dare with her roommate at university, she actually had enjoyed the experience, Melanie had been much more experienced that her and more patience than the guys she had been dating till then. She always kept this hidden from Jokol to not give him any ideas.
“Have you been fucked up the ass?”
“No, I would never do that” she cried furiously.
“Shut now spread those legs a bit further and bends over at the hip. I need to see what you have in that muff down there.”
“NO, leave her alone, I can get you money, but please leave her alone” cried Jokol from his position on the mast. Rodgers looked over to him and said calmly as always “Igor please shut him up, he begins to annoy me.” Igor moved over to him, pulled Mary’s panties form his pocket wadded them up and shoved them in Jokol’s mouth “ here is something from your wife for you, I don’t think they are really clean, but you likely know her cunt’s juice” he then fastened the gag with some duct tape over his mouth. And to Jokol’s dismay, the brute had been right; the panties definitely had a salty musky taste to them.

Since Mary hadn’t moved through all this; Kim repeated “bend over bitch, or your husband will suffer”. She looked for her husband’s support but saw only his pleading eyes, so she began to bend forward. Kim then moved behind her and kicked her legs a bit farther apart and Mary had to struggle so that she didn’t fall over. He then unceremoniously pushed 2 fingers into her exposed pussy. “We got ourselves a tight one over here” he announced after a few strokes. Mary’s eyes filled with tears, she felt humiliated, being pushed around, stripped and questioned was all terrible, but fingered by this little guy who wouldn’t be able to control her on his own was too much.

Kim pulled out of her and turned round to Rodgers, he reported “We got ourselves, a barely fucked, tight cunt, with some rug munching experience and an anal cherry. I think she will do. Can we do her now?” “Thank you Kim, I think we can now move on to the informal part of the night, after all she also belongs to us now.” Rodgers replied and Mary blanched at the sound of his voice.