General Chen`s White Torture Slave

1General Chen´s

White Torture Slave

One

Tina almost purred with pleasure.

She was utterly comfortable at the large yachts stern as she lay on a soft mat, feeling the light ocean breeze and the warm sunlight on her nearly naked body. The ship was making minimal speed and gently rocking up and down on the waves.

The warmth and soft motions of the deck made Tina doze off several times, as she was sun bathing for the better part of the afternoon. Every so often, when she was awake, she would open her eyes just a little to see, if the yachts captain or one of its two owners would watch her. As much as for her own relaxation, the point of her spending the time on the sun deck was to give her the satisfaction of the men on board admiring her splendid body.

Young Tina Quayle had no illusions about her appearance and the effect she had on men. She was nothing less than stunningly beautiful. She wasn’t especially tall – 170 cm in height – but there was virtually nothing about her body which wasn’t perfect in its beauty. And that commanded attention.

When she watched herself in the mirror without her clothes on - and she did that a lot - she saw a lovely face with blue eyes set just a little bit farther apart from each other than usual. Those were accentuated delicately by two thin, long eyebrows. Her nose was small and slightly upturned. Her mouth had the perfect size for her face and with its full, sensual lips, which looked simply irresistible when she pouted them in one of her frequent defiant moods.

Her face was framed by long platinum blonde hair cascading in curls down over her shoulders and ending halfway between her shoulder blades and the small of her back. Her waist was slim and was accentuated by perfectly proportioned, rounded hips. Her shapely legs were long and had the perfect musculature. Her feet were small and delicate with flawlessly shaped toes.

Two firm buttocks with not one gram of superfluous fat-tissue accentuated her delicious backside perfectly.

Her beautiful breasts were firm despite their fullness. Two perfectly rounded globes with two small, dark red areola and two perky nipples pointing slightly upwards. Her breasts were a regular issue of discussion among her acquaintances. Males lecherously wondering if those virtually perfect breasts were natural, females disdainfully and enviously proclaiming that those could only be fake tits. But they were in fact, despite seemingly sculptured after what men generally dreamed of as “perfect tits”, natural.

She kept the bush of her pussy hair carefully trimmed in a triangle shape, but kept it just a little bit fuller than the other girls she knew, in order to make sure that the blondness of her pussy hair could unmistakably be recognized.

Only just in the latter half of her teenage years, Tina Quayle was a goddess of female beauty and attractiveness.

Her nudeness was something that simply awed the selected few, who were lucky enough to see all of her. But she knew how to manipulate and tantalize with barely covering her charms. One of her many favorite dresses was white and  covering all of her body, yet revealing each and every curve of her perfect shape by clinging to her like a second skin. And there were plenty others, she enjoyed wearing which generously exposed her cleavage, accentuated her splendid breasts, hips and legs and effectively causing heavy breathing throughout the room.

Everywhere Tina went, she drew the eyes of everyone to her. The ones of the females present mostly with envy, the ones of the males almost always with desire. And she loved it.

She loved the fact that virtually no man could help having lecherous thoughts in her presence. She loved her sense of superiority, knowing that any man was aching for touching her, feeling her skin against his, caressing her breasts, allowing her to let his hands go further down and exploring her tight, young pussy. And unless he was extremely rich and extremely good looking, she would deny him all of that. When she took a lover it was always on her terms. It didn’t matter to her whether he was married or not. All she cared about when being in a relationship was to be adored. She expected flowers and presents on a daily basis. When she wanted to meet, he was to leave everything and come to her. At one time, she was seeing a married executive of a huge software company. She called him, while he was in a meeting with the entire board of executive and demanded from him to see her, immediately.

Knowing full well, that he jeopardized his career running off like that, he left the meeting to see her, since he was totally besotted with her and virtually addicted to their sexual encounters. When they sat in a restaurant so expensive, that the prices on the menu made even him pale, she wasted no time in breaking up with him.

She simply loved playing with men, especially the married ones. She knew she was more beautiful than any other woman she had met so far. And she knew that she could have any man she wanted, when she wanted and for how long she wanted.

Anything less then compliance with her wishes understandably turned her into less than generous moods.

Those moods had led to so more arguments with friends and especially with everyone supposing to have some kind of authority over her than she could count. But mostly, when one of her teachers was about to reprimand her or to give her a low grade, when a police officer was about to give her ticket for speeding, or a bouncer threatened to refuse her entrance to a club (“oh no, girl...we had enough trouble with you the last time.”) she was able to turn the table to her favor by bringing her body into play. Not that she was screwing everybody, hell no! She wasn’t a whore. But a good thrusting out of her breasts, a practiced display of her legs, a breathy remark about her opponents’ manliness and for the most times, she did not have to face the consequences of her actions. Not that she concerned herself with any consequences, anyway. A speeding ticket was laughable putting against the money she had at her disposal. A teacher threatening her with a low grade just because she saw no necessity in learning boring stuff about boring things that would not be of any use for her, anyhow? What did she have to know about politics and history and math and physics? She had more money than she could spend in a lifetime. And as for what she would do with her life? Cruising around the world, going to parties and receptions and fashion shows would suffice. And yet, there was one goal she had set in her mind to achieve, even though she would have to wait for it some time. Since she had a great body and no qualms about making everybody aware of that, she was determined to get into one of those men’s magazine in her birthday suit the very day she turned twenty-one.

Since her puberty, she was relishing in the fact that she could pick and choose among all the men flocking around her and whomever she neglected could do nothing more about it than to jerk off with her body in his mind, while she would take delight in the fact that his longing for her would never be fulfilled in touch and scent and feel.

Thinking about a thousand, maybe millions of males gazing at her photos, desiring her, longing for her but not being able to do anything about it apart from jerking off at her pictures, made her feel...good. More than good. Supreme would be the most accurate word to subscribe it.

But, sadly, she was forced by law to wait for adulthood to achieve that monumental satisfaction. In the meantime, she would have to resort to smaller crowds like clubs, discos and married, wealthy, middle-aged and good-looking men...and, as for this very moment, this splendid yacht with its male occupants. And fill her days with shopping, traveling, partying and sex. Oh, well. It was not the worst way to spend the next 49 months, three weeks and 12 days until her grand ambitions would be fulfilled.

She sighed and arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, which were barely covered by a black bikini-top a few numbers too small on purpose, so that the audience on the bridge had something to gawk at.

On the bridge Captain Daniels swallowed and cursed under his breath.

God damnit that was one helluva hot chick. And the damn bitch knew it. She had made sure to place herself on the sun deck in that extra slim and extra tight black bikini. The bikini thong only covered the smallest part of her crotch and exposed her perfectly rounded buttocks to his attention. A black bikini top consisting of two small triangular pieces of cloth connected by thin black strings -  not covering much more then her nipples and areola -  was clearly meant to expose her breasts rather than to conceal them. And he had to stand here on the bridge and just couldn’t help giving that rich bitch a good hard stare every few minutes. Stares that led to lecherous thoughts. Thoughts that made his cock hardening beneath his white uniform shorts and forced him to remain in front of the bridge in order to conceal his on and off erection. And it ironically forced him to remain at the windows at the front of the bridge which supplied him with the ongoing temptation to gaze at that stunning, half-naked girl on the sun deck.

Damn that bitch.

He was constantly sweating despite the air-conditioning of the bridge and that was not only because of the heat on these south-Asian waters and because of Daniels corpulence. There was no way of avoiding feeling jealous and resentful about the owner of the yacht, Stephen Cameron.

Who wouldn’t want to be in Mr. Cameron’s place right now and getting the chance to give that gorgeous teenage bitch a real nice fucking? Even to see her naked would be enough for Captain Daniels to make his day.

But all he could do was to stay were he was and try not to linger too much about something he could not hope to have.

“How is it going, captain?”

Daniels winced ever so slightly at the voice behind him. With forced casualness he turned to look at his employer, carefully keeping the bulge in front of his pants pressed against the control panel in front of him.

“Everything is fine, Mr. Cameron.” he said, trying to ignore the slight smirk in Stephen Cameron’s face. The millionaire playboy knew that Daniels was watching young Miss Qayle and surmised what was going on in the fat-bellied seaman’s mind. And Daniels knew that Cameron knew. And although their tone was civil and good-natured, the undercurrent of male jealousy and male pride of possession was clearly there.

“But I must point out, that we should get back to harbor now, if we want to be back in Chon Buri before nightfall.”

Cameron pursed his lips at the captain.

“As I understand it, Miss Quayle is quite anxious to spend the night at sea.”

Daniels sighed, having expected this argument but felt the need to press his point, nevertheless.

“Mr. Cameron, these waters are not entirely safe. Pirate activities have been reported in this area before. In daylight, we are relatively safe to spot a vessel from greater distance and the “Foam Dancer” is able to outrun pretty much every vessel which might pursue it. But at night, we would not be able to spot another vessel approaching us, before it’s too late.”

Cameron watched out of the bridge windows, pensively.

“Pirates mostly go for commercial ships, anyway? Don’t they, captain?”

Daniels sighed again.

“Usually, they do. But nevertheless, the most prudent thing to do would be to turn back now and spent the night at the harbor in Thailand.”

Cameron considered it for another few seconds. He then nodded.

“All right, captain. Take us back to Chon Buri.”

Daniels inwardly sighed with relief and gave the orders as Cameron left the bridge and made it to the sun deck. Well, that went better than expected.

His gaze involuntarily went back to the girl lying on her belly, just as she opened the bindings of the top, letting them glide down her sides and presenting her naked back to the sun and to Captain Daniels.

The fat seaman swallowed and silently prayed for the teen not to turn around on her back anytime soon. And yet, as he felt his half-erect cock push against the control panels in front of him, a perverse streak inside him wished for her to do so.

He tried to concentrate on his work but couldn’t help to watch as Cameron approached Miss Quayle, knelt beside her and began massaging her small feet with seeming expertise. Daniels couldn’t hear them, of course. But he could very much see at which point his boss told the young girl about them returning to shore. The blonde teen’s face twisted in anger and she pounded her right fist on the deck. Shaking her head furiously, she got up and headed for the bridge, her full, bare breasts swaying with each step.

Shit, here we go! Was all captain Daniels could think before the door to the bride was opened and Tina walked in and positioned herself at another instrument panel four steps away from Daniels. She leaned against if, facing him with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.

The captain swallowed again, feeling all sweaty and being more aware than usual of his fat belly, his large ass, his short stature and that damn almost-erection bulging out his pants, which he still hid against the control panels.

Not only could he watch her marvelous body up close now, he also could smell her. An alluring fragrance of sun-blocker, body-oils and the slightest hint of sweat due to the sun-bathing. And why the hell could that little bitch not cover her tits before she came up here, he grated inside her mind.

“Daniels” she began. Since this trip had begun she had never deemed it necessary to call him “captain” and apparently she was not to start now.

“I understand, that you insist on going back to shore for the night.” her blue eyes blazing.

Daniels half turned and with a monumental effort managed to avoid looking at her breasts and returned her gaze instead.

“That’s right, Miss Quayle. It’s for your safety, as well, you see. Pirates...”

“Oh come on, Daniels!” Tina interrupted him in exasperation. “This is not the middle ages, you know. You’re telling me that your ship and crew can’t deal with a couple of retarded idiots who don’t know which century this is? If such creeps even are about. When I look outside, I see nothing but the sea and the shore way back there!”

She empathized her remark about the shore by pointing with her thumb behind her. Daniels just couldn’t help noticing the way her left tit was raised by the movement of her left arm. And Tina noticed as well.

“And I want the shore to remain back there, is that clear Daniels? Stephen you promised me a night at sea.” The last of her tantrum aimed at Cameron who just had entered the bridge.

“You PROMISED me!” she repeated with a carefully modulated and long-time practiced trace of whining in her voice.

“Miss Quayle, your father would....” Daniels began but did not manage to finish.

“Stepfather!” Tina said sharply, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Daniels still standing against the panel.

“Daniels, if you speak with me, would you be as kind as to face me?” she said with a small tug at the corner of her mouth.

Bitch! Daniels screamed inside her mind.

“Captain Daniels, you will not treat my guest without the proper respect.” that came from Cameron and the obese seaman could not help hearing a trace of vicious amusement in Stephen Cameron’s voice.

With a sense of defeat and humiliation, Captain Daniels turned around to stand up against the teenage girl on his bridge.

They stood face to face. The blonde girl, naked save for a black string thong, her bare breasts thrust out proudly against him. And the fat captain, sweat running down his face and down his back, silently giving thanks heavenwards for not having a full-blown erection. But still his pants bulged out treacherously and everyone could see. Everyone could SEE!

“Stephen, you will tell Daniels to remain anchored here, or I will be leaving the ship as soon as we reach the harbor!” she said, giving Daniels´ pants one quick gaze and showing him a quick, triumphant smile. Making sure he knew, that she noticed. Making sure he knew who was in charge of this situation.

There was a trace of thickness in Cameron’s voice as he addressed his employee, standing humiliated in front of a half-naked teenager.

“Captain Daniels, we will remain here for the night. Tell your men to stop the engines and drop the anchor again.”

Daniels managed not to tremble with rage. He even managed not to raise his voice as he relayed the orders of his boss to his crew. He calmly gazed back out at the sea while the victorious couple left the bridge. So he could allow himself the tiny release of letting his face twist in anger as the blonde teenager took a last shot at him while stepping outside.

“If you run into Captain Jack Sparrow just send him to me, Daniels.” Tina said acidly without even looking in his direction. “I’ll deal with him.”

She slammed the door shut behind her.

After the small intermezzo on the bridge the blonde teenager went straight to Stephen’s cabin and the millionaire followed her. On her way Tina went by a few seamen who simply could not help gawking at her near-naked body in its entire glorious splendor, wetting their lips and quickly averting their eyes from her naked breasts or other parts of her perfectly sculptured shape and focused their attentions back on their tasks at hand. The most daring looked briefly in her face and nodded politely. But Tina simply ignored them as she went by. Their politeness, sincere or feigned, was as inconsequential to her as the lust it was meant to conceal. Where most other women and girls would feel uncomfortable presenting them self nearly naked to a whole crew of male sailors, Tina carried herself with a self-confidence as if it was here being dressed in wide pants and a shirt concealing her nakedness and all the males on this ship were running around in the nude.

Tina couldn’t help smiling at the thought that her being almost naked made her even more irrefutable, even more unattainable for those worthless jerks working for her current lover. She reached the door to Stephen’s cabin and went inside.

Actually, to call Stephen Cameron’s bed- and living room on the “Foam Dancer” a cabin was almost a joke. It was more like a penthouse suite with a lot more space than one would expect on a ship, even a luxury liner like the “Foam Dancer”.

There was a wide, circle-shaped couch on one side of the suite and a very large round bed on the other. Still there was plenty of room for a gigantic TV-set and a large bar complete with a counter and bar stools. One door between the bar and the TV-set lead to the bathroom with shower, sauna and a whirlpool.

The glass of the coffee table in the middle of the couch, the mahogany wood of the bar, the windows...everything shone and glittered with the kind of cleanliness no ordinary human would care to achieve by himself in his home but rather with the kind rich people paid others for to maintain.

Tina went over to the bar and quietly sighed with pleasure as the plush carpet caressed the soles of her bare feet. Stephen watched her perfectly rounded but firm ass-cheeks, uncovered by the thong of her black bikini slip, moving provocatively with her steps. Her curled hair dancing gracefully on her shoulder blades and back with each step, as well. The almost white blondness of her hair was an arousing contrast to the slight tan of her skin.

Stephen Cameron could not help feeling his throat thicken somewhat while even watching her backside. God, she was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her.

“Would you pour me some champagne, sweetie?” Tina purred. Stephen swallowed his pride as usual when being with her and went over to the bar. He opened a bottle of his finest champagne and poured her a glass. Smiling at him Tina took a sip.

“That captain of yours can’t take his eyes of me, you know.”

“I noticed.” Stephen said taking a sip of champagne himself.

“So, what do you intend to do about it, Stephen?” Tina said, looking inquiringly into his handsome face.

“Invite him to a threesome?” Stephen dead-panned.

Tina looked at him blank faced for a second, not sure whether to be insulted or not. Even the thought of that sweaty, fat toad of a man touching her seemed beyond repulsive to her. Then the ridicule of the idea won over and she started to giggle like a little girl. Stephen started laughing softly himself at his joke and found himself actually relieved she did not take it as an offense. With careless remarks like that he had gambled away a few nights of sex with Tina before. What on earth made him say such things when all he wanted was to keep her in the mood for him making love to her?

Tina stopped giggling while Stephen was still chuckling at his own joke and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“No. Fire him!” she said.

Stephen looked at her mildly taken aback. He expected something like that sooner or later. But still, Captain Daniels was his employee for 5 years now. Married with two daughters, both in high school and soon to enter college. Just fire him?

“Now, look Tina...” Stephen started but stopped as he watched Tina putting two of her fingers into her champagne and then rubbing the wetness on her right nipple.

“He is such a pig!” the blonde teen purred as she gently fingered her left nipple. Both buds and areola now shining wetly. Stephen felt his cock rising in his pants.

“All the time he watches me and all the time he thinks about fucking me.” She now used both hands to caress her nipples which quickly became stiffly erect. She let her breasts rise and fall a little more as her breathing became a bit heavier. The tone of her voice became breathy as well.

“He would fuck me the first chance he would get.” she purred. One of her hands still caressing her breasts, the other one slowly traveling over her lean belly downwards to her bikini slip. “He would even....rape me. I am sure of it. He is that kind of swine that has to pay whores for it or rape to get it. You have to protect me from him, Stephen.”

She spread her legs and let her hand slip under the cloth, leaning back a little on the bar stool to present herself more invitingly to the heavy breathing millionaire in front of her.

“Will you....protect me, Stephen?” her voice now no longer seductive and breathy but sounding imploringly, almost appealingly.

Stephen now had a full-blown erection and all his thoughts were on the stunningly beautiful girl in front of him radiating nothing but sex and lust and carnal delights for him to reach out for.

“I....guess...with the proper compensation I could have the dismissal ready when the trip is over...”

“No!” Tina said resolutely as she opened the thong of her bikini slip and let it glide to the floor. Stephen gaze was fixed on pussy as she used to fingers to push the outer lips of her slit a little aside offering him a look at the pink flesh underneath.

“No compensation for that swine. Stephen, that fat pig would rape me if he could. Tell him to quit for personal reasons or you and I will sue him for sexual harassment, if not rape. I doubt that he can afford better lawyers than us!”

Stephen’s mind was almost blocked out by the sexual heat that was boiling inside him. All he could think of was taking her, feeling her, having her. Nothing else mattered now. And if that little whore wanted the life of Captain Daniels destroyed before she would allow being made love to...then by his big aching balls and rock-hard cock, she shall have his head served on a fucking silver platter.

“I’ll tell him.” he said huskily. “I’ll tell him to hand me his resignation or we will send his ass to jail.”

“You are so sweet!” Tina purred. “You will protect me from him, won’t you? You will protect me from that fat little prick?” She got up and went to the big, round bed looking over her shoulder at him with mischief in her eyes. She got on the bed with slow, lascivious movements.

Stephen emptied his glass of champagne and followed her less gracefully. He opened his pants and let them glide down, revealing his hard cock pointing straight up. He got onto the bed with her and kissed her savagely, his hand coming up and caressing her left breast roughly.

“Hmmmmmmmm....careful, sweetie.” Tina managed to get out between kisses. Then she repeated her request more sternly. “Stephen, not...so...rough!”

Stephen stopped and looked into her eyes hotly, his nostrils flaring. The blonde teen looked back unflinchingly.

“You know how I like it, don’t you?” she said with a smile that could be sweet or plain wicked. Stephen was not entirely sure which it was.

“You be nice or the store will be closed”. Stephen had to fight down an urge to snarl at her. Damn her! She will never allow him to fuck her as a real man was supposed to fuck a woman. And yet he could not help giving into her. All that mattered was having sex with her. If it can only be on her terms, then so be it.

He kissed her more softly, slowly letting his tongue circling inside her mouth and around her own tongue. His hand came up again and caressed her breast gently, tenderly. Letting his fingertip glide over the surface of her breast, letting them play with her nipple then running the palm of his hand in circles over the tip of her breast. Rolling her nipple around on her tit-tip. Just the way she liked it.

His mouth went down her chin. He kissed it. Then he kissed her throat and went down deeper on her chest. He kissed every inch of both her breasts as she purred like a cat.

When he kissed her nipple she moaned with pleasure. She did so even louder as he began suckling at her left nipple. He kept suckling at her nipple for a few minutes then he moved his mouth to her right nipple and started to suckle on it like a baby. Just the way she liked it.

His mouth then went deeper and deeper. His tongue licked over her belly button then over the small strip of pussy-hair before his mouth descended on her pussy-slit. Tina’s cunt was already glistening with moisture, her belly churning and her breasts were swollen and sent sharp jolts of pleasure into her chest each time she tweaked her hard nipples a bit. She moaned and grunted softly as Stephens tongue licked up and down her pussy-slit, then pulling her lips aside and wiggling his tongue inside her pussy. Not many things in the world felt as good as a gorgeous male like Stephen serving her wet pussy like this. This was absolutely mandatory for any guy who wanted to have sex with her. As a rule she did not allow anyone’s cock inside her before he had brought her to an orgasm with his tongue. As for giving her lovers blow jobs: no way. She found them disgusting and demeaning. Several of her lovers had her watch porn flicks with them and she always felt rather appalled by seeing a woman taking a man’s cock into her mouth or even down her throat. Definitively demeaning. Stephen also wanted her to suck his cock as well as allowing him to fuck her doggy-style. Both of which she had refused vehemently. She would never allow a man to use her in this degrading manner. If he wanted sex it was on her terms not his. And why on earth should she degrade herself in front of any guy if her wealth and beauty empowered her to pick and choose among the best-looking guys anywhere? She had the looks and she had the pussy, so she made the rules.

And as for her pussy, it was now soaking wet and sizzling with sexual heat and pleasure as Stephens tongue licked diligently at her engorged little clitty.

It felt like a live wire connecting her clit and pussy with her hot, churning belly and her pleasure-engorged breasts. She grunted and hissed in pleasure. Her now sweat-glistening body writhing on the satin sheets. Each touch of his tongue on her clit sent a surge of bliss through her body. Her grunts becoming heavier and deeper, sometimes accompanied by a high pitched outcry of mindless sexual joy. She felt herself at the verge of a thundering orgasmic release. She squeezed hard on her right breast, sending a blinding surge of purest, hot pleasure into her chest and cried out in joy. She arched her back and pushed her breasts against the ceiling. Her legs and arms were trembling wildly, almost in spasms.

The live wire between her breasts, belly and pussy was now sending waves and waves and waves of purest pleasure, purest delight back and forth inside her. It went on and on and Tina could not say how long it lasted. But finally the waves of pleasure began to subside and relaxed on the satin sheets, eyes fluttering and nostrils flaring. “Oh baby!” she murmured.

Then she felt Stephen mounting her limb body. He did not put his weight on her, of course. She did not like that. Instead he held himself by his arms, his hands buried in the madras right and left of her torso. Then she felt him push his hard cock against her wet pussy-slit. She moaned in delight. Some guys couldn’t keep their cocks hard during the time they spent on bringing her to orgasm like this. Mostly it did not really matter if her orgasm was as good as this one. But it was an extra treat, nevertheless, when she still could get a hard cock inside her. As for Stephen, he found himself where he wanted to be all during the day. With his hard cock inside the center-fold-body of Tina Quayle. He felt the moist, silky softness of her pussy tube all around his cock and felt the entrance of her pussy sucking at the root of his cock-shaft. Then he started to fuck her...no, to make love to her. With slow, long tender movements of his cock inside her. Gently pulling back and pushing forth. Again and again. Slowly, tenderly, tirelessly. He would need every ounce of self-control to keep himself from cumming for as long as possible. He would disappoint her if he came prematurely before his hard cock bequeathed her at least one more orgasm. So he moved gently inside her. With the utmost care for her needs as she lay underneath him in a dreamy state of sexual bliss, moaning softly each time his cock filled her cunt-shaft up to the fullest. In time her moans increased in intensity. They became grunts again, signaling another storm of sexual release about to ravage through her body. Then she came a second time, as he kept his slow pace and never put more then the most gentle of force into the movements of his cock. She clawed at his back. She put her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck pulling herself up against him. Her teeth bit into the tangled hair on his chest pulling at it in sexual frenzy. Her body trembled against his, while he held her entire body weight as well as most of his own and kept fucking her slowly and calmly while her body exploded in orgasmic pleasure.

Then her convulsions subsided he finally allowed himself to let go. He felt his cum build up, felt his balls tightening, felt the white-hot semen shoot through the insides of his cock.

He pulled his cock out of her and held it in his hand as it shot white streams of seed.

And even as he trembled with the unbelievable sweetness of this long delayed release he took care in shooting his semen on the sheets beside the teenage girl making sure that none of it came in touch with her. Just the way she liked it.

Tina enjoyed the hot jets of water splashing against her naked skin from nozzles set into various places in the walls of the large shower cabin. The water washed away the sheen of sweat on her body. Then she put on a generous amount of ultra-expensive shower gel of which a large drop into the palm of her hand cost more than an average TV-set. She massaged the pleasantly smelling viscid gel onto her skin. The massaging of her breasts and especially the cleaning of her pussy still sent aftershocks of sexual pleasure through her system. She couldn’t resist fingering her sensitive clitty into awareness again. She spread her legs wide opening her pussy for her herself. As one hand was busy between her thighs the other one had to take a grip on a top edge of the cabin wall to keep her legs from giving in under her from the surges of pleasure which the deft manipulations of her pussy sent through her.

She found the right position to let two jets of hot water splash exactly on her two newly hardened nipples. Her body was humming with sexual energy again and she relished in the carnal sensations in her body. She fingered herself furiously now, seeking to get herself off as quickly as possible. Then she threw her head back in ecstasy her mouth wide open. Her legs were trembling almost spasmodically and she felt her belly tightening and churning and boiling. She grunted like a pig as her orgasm swept through her in wave after wave of sexual bliss.

She stood there for some minutes in the jets of water, trembling with the aftereffects of her lust. Then she soaped herself in with the shower gel yet again and washed her hair twice before turning the water off. She went to the mirror and brushed her hair back without drying it. Then she took up a bottle of body-oil even more expensive then the shower gel and put it on herself. She went naked into the bed and living room and saw that Stephen wasn’t there. If she knew him correctly he went to Captain Daniels to make it clear to him that he was to resign first thing in the morning. Tina was determined to accuse him of sexual harassment, even rape, if he did not comply. And she had no doubt whatsoever that her lawyers would get his ass thrown into jail. They always got her what she wanted. Either unemployment or jail for that creepy pig. Period.

Sure, she enjoyed showing off her body. And as long as well-muscled, sexy males like Stephen Cameron and most of the sailors on this yacht were the ones admiring her beauty with aching in their eyes it was ok for her. But the attention of a fat toad like Daniels bothered her a bit. Well, that matter would soon be taken care of.

She put on the top of her white, silken pajamas and buttoned it up. It went down to her upper thighs and adequately covered her but and pussy so she did not bother with the pants. Instead she placed herself on the sofa and opened a drawer on the coffee-table taking out a small plastic bag of white powder, a small straw and one of Stephen’s credit cards. She opened the bag and made a small pile of cocaine on the glass tabletop then shaped it into two neat white lines with the credit card. She put the straw into her right nostril and bent over the table.

She was no drug-addict, of course. But now and then she enjoyed a little coke after sex.

The irony of it did not even occur to her, that she without the slightest pang of conscience would send a man into jail for something he had not done while technically committing a crime herself.

A sound made her look up before she took her first sniff, then. Someone shouting outside and some people running back and forth outside the cabin door. Christ, couldn’t those idiots keep it down a bit? She had planned to break up with Stephen first thing in the morning and have him taken to shore. She really had looked forward to all the annoyance she would have cause after throwing a tantrum to remain at sea in the first place. Since Stephen was not here, he was undoubtedly up on the bridge firing Captain Daniels right now. But this intolerable disturbance outside while she tried to relax made her change her mind. She would go up to the bridge and see Captain Daniels fired and split up with Stephen at the same time. That would a satisfying finale to this cruise. She would call her stepfather right afterwards to send her a jet to the nearest airport to pick her up and Stephen Cameron could screw himself.

She decided to save the coke for her victory celebration after busting those guys’ balls and went for the door. She briefly considered putting on her pajama pants but decided against it with a smug smile.

She opened the door and went outside. There was still shouting and running all over the ship and she sighed with irritation. Hopefully those idiots still had enough expertise to get her safely to shore. Then she saw two of the sailors and glared at them. She would start with these incompetent idiots.

“What the fuck is going on?” she said pressing her fists against her hips and making sure to push back her shoulders so that the thin fabric of her silk shirt accentuated the curves of her breasts and the dark peaks of her nipples.

The two sailors gawked at her for a second then they came at her. In that instant Tina realized that those men were not part of Captain Daniel’s crew. In fact those two were Orientals clad in dirty clothes and armed with handguns, rifles and machetes.

Before she could turn around and run the two Asians had grabbed her arms and started to drag her towards the bridge. Tina was totally shocked by this treatment. No one has EVER touched her without her allowing it. And now she felt hard and callused strong hands painfully squeezing down on her arms and she was FORCED to move without her consent.

The very idea was so farfetched to her, that she reacted with indignation instead of fear.

“Let go of me you fuckheads!” she hissed. “Get your hands off me! Who do think you are?”

She suddenly stopped cursing at the two Asians as she saw some of Captain Daniels crewmen on their way to the bridge. They were lying in their own blood. Dead. Their throats slit. She felt an icy chill going up her spine. Suddenly the whole thing did not seem ridiculous any more.

One of the men kicked the door to the bridge open and Tina was dragged inside.

More dead crewmen were lying in pools of blood on the floor of the bride. The only people alive that Tina recognized were Captain Daniels and Stephen. Both had their hands tied behind their backs, both were held by Asians just as mean looking as the two holding Tina. The Asians all wore either handguns, machine-guns, machetes or all three of them. All of them were clad in baggy trousers. Some of them had dirty t-shirts on. Some of them were bare-chested, revealing more of their dark-yellow skin than Tina wanted to see even under normal circumstances. Each of them had an air of reckless cruelty about them and the blonde teen realized in sudden fear that any of these yellow-skinned intruders might actually hurt her.

One of the Asians stood out between the others, looking bigger and even meaner than the others. He was a head taller than Tina and his arms were as thick as her thighs. He stared at Tina through slit eyes and a cruel smile came alive on his face.

The blonde teen stared at him in fear, and then she looked at Captain Daniels and Stephen for solving this alarming situation.

“Meet Jack Sparrow.” Captain Daniels said the tone of his voice a mixture of discouragement and resentment.

Tina saw another vessel alongside Stephen Cameron’s yacht. It was a dark and grimy looking ship and she saw several yellow-skinned men running around stowing away goods they have taken from Cameron’s yacht. There seemed to be about a dozen Asians on the pirate ship and another dozen Cameron’s ship. And six more on the bridge of yacht. More and more the reality of the situation began to dawn on Tina and she felt like her stomach was twisting into a cold knot.

The big pirate approached Tina and looked up and down her barely concealed shape, smiling more broadly now. She looked back at him, petrified. He was radiating menace with each movement. She couldn’t understand what he said to his crewmen, of course. But judging from the lewdness of their laughter, she was just as glad that she didn’t.

His hand came up and fondled her right breast through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Oh no, she thought. Oh no, not that. Please not that.

“Let her go you bastard!” Stephen Cameron growled at the big man. He barely glanced at the owner of the yacht and spat a command at one of the pirates holding Stephen.

Tina felt a surge of terror stirring up inside her as she watched the pirate slicing his machete through Stephen’s throat. He fell down on the floor, blood splattering from the deadly wound and his trashing weakened very quickly.

The big pirate turned his undivided attention back on the blonde girl in front of him and he fondled both her breasts now with his hands. She felt his hands roughly handling her breasts. He squeezed them and dug his fingers into them, making her whine in discomfort and bewilderment. No one has ever dared to touch her like this. He grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it apart, effortlessly. The buttons of her shirt flying in all directions. His gaze went down between her cleavage and further down her flat belly and her small patch of golden pussy hair. Then he looked back up at her face and then back at her breasts which were barely covered by the open shirt, now.

He gave a command in that strange sing-song language of his and the two men holding Tina forced her arms up. They placed her hands behind her head and forced her to fold them there. The blonde teen felt her shirt opening further and revealing her breasts and the entire front of her body fully to the pirates’ attention. Inwardly she cringed as her splendid beauty was no longer concealed. A fleeting memory of her standing on the bridge merely two hours ago using her near-nakedness to pressure Captain Daniels into an embarrassing situation went through her mind. Now, in a room with several blood-thirsty men, she felt not the least empowered by her nakedness.

“Daniels, do something!” she whispered at the Captain who merely snorted in contempt.

The big pirate took out his gun. A black, large, mean looking automatic handgun and pointed it at Tina’s forehead. Her eyes widened in horror. He grinned cruelly and said something to her she did not understand, of course. He frowned and gave the two men standing beside Tina an order. They quickly pulled her legs apart, her bare feet squeaking on the floor.

She stood in front of the armed pirate with her hands folded behind her head and her legs spread wide apart, trembling in pain. Her breasts thrust out invitingly at him and he started poking them with his gun. She felt the cold, deadly metal against her skin and shivered. He prodded her tits with the muzzle of the gun then dragged the muzzle in circles on her tit-globes. This game seemed to fascinate him immensely not the least because of the fear visibly growing and growing in Tina’s eyes.

He then put the gun in front of her lips. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, mimicking what he wanted her to do. Tina looked back at him appealingly, slowly shaking her head. The big pirate frowned. Then he quickly aimed his gun at Daniel’s groin and fired. The last survivor of the “Foam Dancer” crew screamed out in shock and agony as his penis and testicles exploded under the impact of the bullet. He went down on the floor, shrieking like a madman and clutching his destroyed genitals, blood spurting out between his fingers. He drummed his feet on the floor in hysterical pain as he slowly, way too slowly bled to death.

The pirate ignored his pitiful sobs and cries and focused his attention back on Tina. She stared at Daniels death struggle in unbelieving terror. A sharp command from the big pirate made her look back at him. The barrel of the gun was in front of her mouth again. She trembled in fear, looking into his merciless eyes. Then she opened her mouth. Without delay the pirate forced the barrel between her lips and teeth, forcing it deep into the cave of her mouth. She tasted oil and gunpowder, her trembling causing her teeth to click against the gun. Never in her life could she have imagined that someone could actually feel this level of fear she now felt. Tears welled up in her eyes and began running down her cheeks.

The big pirate merely stood there holding the gun into her mouth, seemingly content in watching her enduring this abuse for a while.

Then he withdrew the gun and Tina sobbed in relieve. This feeling was fleeting, though. The pirate went down on one knee in front of her and without warning pushed the barrel of the gun against her pussy.

Tina gasped in shock then whined in discomfort and pain as the pressure on her pussy increased. The other pirates on the bridge seemed to cheer their captain on and made obnoxious remarks about Tina which she could not understand.

He was going to push his gun into her pussy, she realized with disbelief. She winced and sobbed in pain as the tip of the barrel forced her pussy lips aside and forced its way in. Cold sweat popped out on her forehead and her belly twisted and rolled in fear as her pliable pussy-shaft accommodated the hard, painful and wrongly shaped intruder. She glanced at Daniels who now merely whimpered and sobbed, occasionally, only minutes away from death. A sharp pain in her pussy evaporated all thoughts about the dying captain as the big pirate rammed his gun up her pussy-shaft until his fingers holding the handle pressed against her outer pussy-lips.

The big pirate said something to his men which caused them to roar with crude laughter. Tina merely stood there amongst them in misery, arms held high and hands folded behind her head, legs spread wide and a gun forced up her young pussy. Her legs and arms trembled in fear. She expected the gun to go off any second and the bullet to shoot up and through her belly and tear open her innards, condemning her to an equally gruesome and slow death like Daniels. Her breath came in quick pants and she sobbed in misery and terror.

The big pirate merely kneeled in front of her, grinning viciously up at her. He enjoyed the look of panic in her face just as much as he enjoyed the heaving of her breasts, the trembling of her lips and the sweat on her skin.

"Please...." Tina whispered absolutely terrified of the idea that even the slightest of actions on her part would cause the big pirate to pull the trigger, even the begging for her life.

"Please..." she started once more beneath her voice. “Please...just...don’t"

The grin on the pirates face broadened. He did not understand her language, of course. But he understood the meaning of her words all too well. Instead of answering he started to fuck Tina’s pussy with the gun. She sobbed and groaned with pain as he moved the gun back and forth inside her cunt-shaft. Her sobs became whines and her groans small cries of pain as he began twisting the gun while pushing it back and forth inside her tender pussy.

Finally the big pirate pulled the barrel out of her and she gave out a shaky sob of relief. He got up in front of her and smiled evilly. As he put his gun away he said something else to his men while jerking his head towards Tina and again the bridge echoed with the laughter.

The sound of it was clearly raunchy and filled with cruel lewdness and the mortified teenager felt their lust-filled, almond-shaped eyes boring into her naked body.

She just stood there too terrified to move in the slightest, neither daring to close her legs nor lowering her arms to cover her breasts. The big pirate said something under his breath with an evil grin into her wide open eyes. Then with surprising speed and terrifying force he rammed his knee up between Tina’s wide open legs. The bony point of his knee crushed into Tina’s pussy and lifted her feet right of the floor with the force of the impact. Her eyes bulged out in shock, then in pain as she fell on the hard floor clutching her pussy and gasping for breath. At first the pain was so immense that she almost fainted. Then it quickly subsided into a thudding, pulsating pain in her pussy that sent waves of nausea through her belly.

The attack on her made the other pirates cheer and laugh. The big pirate sneered and grabbed a handful of her golden hair, using it to pull her up on her knees as she whined in pain. He dragged her towards the instrument panel as she unsuccessfully tried to get on her feet. As they reached the panel he pulled her up on her feet and pushed her back against it. She was still clutching her smarting pussy but he ruthlessly pulled her hands away and forced her arms to either side, allowing her hands to rest on the instrument panel. Then he forced her legs apart, making her whimper anew. She expected another kick into her pussy but that was not what he intended for her. Instead he opened his pants and released his huge, hard cock. , its bloated purple head pointing angrily up at her. Tina’s dazed mind had not enough time to process the sight of the pirates erect organ and realize that he was actually going to rape her before he placed his hard cock against the entrance of her tender pussy and forced his way in with reckless abandon.

His impatient and violent intrusion sent a stinging pain through her pussy and up her spine making her cry out in pain. She feebly tried to fend him off by pushing against her chest. He merely grunted with annoyance and slapped her face. Then he pushed her hands back on the panel behind her and began to fuck her brutally.

He rammed his cock in and out of her tight pussy as she groaned with each thrust into her. His cock was thick and long and the force of his fucking almost lifted her from her feet each time. She felt herself being painfully stabbed relentlessly, yet did not dare to resist any further.

His hands came up to her breasts and began kneading them painfully. She winced and whined between her groans as his fingers dug into her sensitive tit-cones.

He grunted as he fucked her hard. He kept speaking to her in a sharp, menacing tone. Obviously throwing obscenities at her as he raped her.

Then he picked up speed, rutting furiously into her tight, young pussy and twisting and kneading her breasts viciously. Tina did not dare to do anything else then to take the abuse of her body. Then she felt his semen shoot up into her belly, feeling hot inside her as it coated her cervix.

He kept his cock inside her for a moment as he kept kneading her pain-filled breasts. Then he withdrew and took a step back, his cock still semi-hard but quickly deflating. He looked at her through slit eyes as she looked back at him in pain and bewilderment. Never in her life had she been slapped before, to say nothing of being raped. He grinned nastily at her and kicked her in her cunt with the tip of his boot.

Tina screamed again and fell forward on the floor, coming down on her hands and knees. She tried to clutch her pussy again but her hands were pulled away and held on her back. She felt the pajama-shirt being torn off her and felt a rope being tied around her wrists. Then she was dragged up on her feet by three pirates and pushed and pulled outside the bridge.

She was totally dumbfounded by the savage treatment by the big pirate and not able to put up a fight. And even if she were willing to defend herself, there would have been nothing she could have done against the three pirates dragging her off the “Foam Dancer” and aboard the pirate ship. To say nothing of the other two dozens pirates all around her.

Kneeling naked on the deck of the pirate ship, her arms tied behind her back, Tina felt her heart pounding inside her throat as she watched the lights of the now derelict “Foam Dancer” shrinking into the dark horizon as the pirate ship picked up speed.

The pirates seemed to celebrate their successful raid on the American yacht in their unintelligible sing-song voices. Trembling all over, Tina glanced behind her back as the cheering subsided. The loot from the “Foam Dancer” did no longer capture the undivided attention of the pirates.

Her heart sank as the first three of the pirates approached her with wicked smiles and hard cocks pointing up in the air.