Patty hurriedly checked her hair one final time in the mirror, adjusting the band that put her long dark brown hair into a ponytail. She had promised to go over and meet her friend Olivia today for gardening tips, and she was supposed to be at Olivia's house nearly half an hour ago! Unfortunately, her daughter Hannah and her son Lucas had emergencies Patty needed to extinguish. With all family matters taken care of, all Patty needed to do was give herself one quick look over to make sure she looked alright. Patty looked down at her yoga pants and saw how they clung to her legs and hips. Tara, the best friend of Patty's daughter Hannah, said these were the stylish brand of yoga pants that many young people wore.

          Lady Devereaux looked longingly out into the endless ocean. One mistake had cost her everything, and now she was halfway across the world, staring into a seemingly endless ocean. London had been so lonely. She had waited for her family to find her a husband to marry off to for so long. Years as a young adult woman going by unneeded, undesired, untouched...

          All it took was sweet nothings whispered into her ear by her father's business associate during a dinner party. She was swept away by the feeling of being desired that she let him take her virginity, forever tainting her in the eyes of the aristocratic elite. The affair would have been nothing more than a shameful secret had the maid of the associate not seen the whole thing. By the time he tried to pay for her silence, she had talked, and now the news had spread around the upper classes of London like a plague.

          The scandal had shattered their reputations. Well, truly only Lady Devereaux's. Her father's friend was a man, after all. Sure, he would have to endure a few months of social stigma, but he would recover. Men are sexual beasts, unlike women, of course. Women like Lady Devereaux had no sexual desires, no carnal urges needed to be satiated. A woman indulging in sex must be wicked or perverted beyond moral reproach.

          And that's what Lady Devereaux was now, a ruined woman. She was a pariah in London. Unacceptable to be seen in public in any circumstance. In a last-ditch effort, she was sent off to move to the new world. A place where her scandalous London life wouldn't haunt her. Her family called it a fresh beginning. Lady Devereaux knew what it really was: an exile. The ship loaded up with enough gold for Lady Devereaux to have a good life in the new world. So now she found herself here, in the cabin of a ship that had been sailing for weeks now. At least it was a nice ship. Her father was able to get some of his connections to afford her that luxury. Her wistful remembrance of London was cut short as she heard an erratic ringing of the ship's bell. The bell only rang if trouble was on the way. She picked up her dress and ran to see what was happening before one of the sailors burst in.

          "Lady Devereaux! It's pirates! Stay in your cabin until we've fought them off. Find somewhere to hide if you are able."

          He pushed her back into her cabin and locked the door from the outside. Pirates!? Tales of pirate savagery had made their way to London. To her, the tales were nothing more than ways to entertain the minds of young boys and scare young ladies. Yet, here she was, in the middle of a pirate attack. Her thoughts once again derailed as a growing whizzing noise morphed into an ear-splitting explosion that violently rocked the ship. Lady Devereaux clung to the cabin dresser like a newborn baby to its mother. They were shooting cannonballs at the ship! Lady Devereaux was faced with her mortality for the first time as this vast blue ocean could soon become her grave. A fitting demise for a ruined woman, she figured.

          It was not long before the sound of cannon fire was replaced by the howls and shrieks of the pirate crew as they got closer to the ship. The men scurried around looking for weapons to defend themselves. "Prepare to be boarded!!" She heard the captain of her ship yell as the crew prepared to fight to protect their vessel.

          Lady Devereaux cowered in her chambers. Flinching at every roaring fire of pistols and muskets, the clanging of steel cutlasses banging together. When silence befell the ship, she leaned forward to see if she could hear anything. The only voices she heard were alien to her. A bad sign. Scanning the room for anywhere to hide, Lady Devereaux spotted the dresser. She opened it, tossing the clothes to the side as she tried her best to squeeze her buxom frame inside. Closing the dresser door, she hoped she would be safe and hidden until she heard more yelling.

          "You! Over there! Go break down that door and see what you can find!"

          The door was suddenly banged with a hatchet as, piece by piece, the delicate door was ripped off the hinges. A scrawny man walked into the cabin and eyed around. Lady Devereaux could barely see as she looked out a tiny hole in the side of the dresser. She hoped her pounding heart wouldn't give away her position in the dresser as the pirate's plodding footsteps got ever closer to the dresser door. She closed her eyes and cowered as the dresser door suddenly ripped open, and her cover was exposed.

          "Well, look here, somebody didn't want to come out and play. Hello, love." The pirate grinned as he roughly seized her arm. "Why don't we show you off to the rest of the crew? They'll just love you." Before Lady Devereaux could protest, she was yanked by the arm out of the comfort of her luxury cabin and out onto the deck of the ship. She squinted her eyes to block the rays from the burning Caribbean sun from blinding her. She spotted the crew of her ship tied up as they were taken prisoner. Thankfully, there were very few, if any, casualties in the battle.

          "Hey, boys! Got another prisoner here, and this one is a lady," the pirate said in a faux-sophisticated voice before throwing her into the middle of a pack of lecherous pirates. Their stares gave away their intentions as they eyeballed her curvaceous body up and down.

          "By god, that is one meaty woman!"

          "Those tits are the size of cannon balls!"

          "With those things, you could feed an entire crew for a full Atlantic voyage!"

          The pirates continued to make lewd and crass comments about the young lady's body until she was seized by one pirate who held her hands behind her back as he pulled out a long, sharp blade and pressed it against her neck. This was the end. Lady Devereaux closed her eyes as she made her finally pleas to God.

          The praying woman felt something snag her dress as she opened her eyes to see the pirate swing his knife down her dress, shredding it straight down the middle, and letting her massive bosom flop and jiggle out into the open. The crew hollered and cheered as Lady Devereaux's face turned a deep crimson.

          "Look at the fucking rack on her!"

          "Her nipples are the size of dinner plates!"

          This undressing was so shameful! Have these men no decency! They were speaking to her the way you talk to a common streetwalker, not a lady like her! Lady Devereaux's stomach was in knots as the lewd comments continued to fly in. To make the situation worse, the cool breeze of the ocean air tickled her hardening nipples, causing a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

          "I wonder how they feel?"

          "Here, I'll let you know!" Another pirate snarled.

          Lady Devereaux gasped as she felt a pair of hands cup and squeeze down on her chest, sinking their fingers deep into her flesh. "Fuck, these things are like pillows!" The captive woman moaned out loud as she felt the pirate tug on her now hard nipples.

          "Stop hogging her tits, I want a taste of em!" Another pirate yelled as he pushed the other one's hands away before latching his mouth to her nipple and sucking down hard. At the same time, another pirate reached his hand down the remains of Lady Devereaux's ruined dress and began to rub his hand over her panties.

          "I can't wait to stick my dick in her chubby cunt!"

          "I call fucking her fat ass!" Another pirate bellowed.

          Lady Devereaux couldn't believe it. These scoundrels were violating her. Her huffs of disapproval and wiggling body language did nothing to stop the large crew from touching her in any way they saw fit. Her heart raced in her chest. She was about to be gangraped by a horde of nasty pirates, so why was she so wet? Why was this the most turned on she had felt in her entire life? She was prepared for the inevitable until a booming voice rang out.

          "HEY! What do you stinking bilge rats think you're doing?" A mysterious man walked onto the deck, his strong presence drawing everyone else's attention. The mysterious man was unlike anyone Lady Devereaux had ever seen before. He was tall and well-built. Every part of his body not covered by clothes was covered in thick body hair. His very essence commanded the other pirates around him. It didn't take long for Lady Devereaux to know that this was the captain of the crew that took her prisoner.

          "My apologizes, mademoiselle. My crew hasn't seen or felt a woman in a long time. Turns them into inconsiderate savages." The Captain spoke in a deep but comforting tone. He gently handed Lady Devereaux a blanket so she'd stop exposing her large chest to the entire crew. He bent down and kissed her hand. "I'm truly sorry. We aren't normally in the business of kidnapping people, especially such beautiful people like yourself." The lady's cheeks turned slightly pink at the comment. "As long as you are on this ship, you will be treated like a guest."

          The Captain turned to his crew, his commanding voice returning. "No one, and I mean no one, is allowed to touch her for the remainder of the voyage, understood!? She is to be treated like the lady she is. Any infractions will be met with a cut to your pay, the next shall be a cut to your fingers, savvy?" He drew his blade, pointing it at his crew. For many pirates, looking at his blade was the last thing they'd ever see before heading to Davy Jones' locker.

          "AYE! AYE, CAPTAIN!" The frantic crew shouted, their hands trembling as they saluted their fearless captain.

          The Captain led Lady Devereaux to his cabin, closing the door. "As you are a temporary guest, you shall be in my quarters until you are returned to your people. I know it isn't much compared to the fancy galleons of the British aristocracy."

          For her entire life, Lady Devereaux couldn't believe how well the Captain was treating her. She was technically a prisoner, and yet she felt more respected by him than any man she had met back in London. Her cheeks turned a rosy pink as her lip curled into a slight smile. "These quarters are more than enough. I thank you for your kindness and mercy, Captain." She gave a curtsy.

          "I'll be back around dusk with dinner. I'll send people to check up on you periodically, is that ok, madam?"

          "That is perfectly fine."

          "Wonderful." He bent forth and tenderly kissed her hand for the second time. "Once again, welcome aboard my ship."

          An hour or two later, the door opened with a hulking pirate standing in the doorway.

          His body was rippling with muscles. His dark black skin shone brightly in the sunlight, off his bald head. Each of his thunderous footsteps made the ship creak and bend under his weight. It was clear he didn't take disrespect from his underlings well.

          "The name is Keenan. I am the first mate of the ship. Not every day does someone like me get to meet a fancy lady from London. Do all London ladies have tits the size of cannon balls or just you?" He chuckled as Lady Devereaux blushed in embarrassment at the lewd comments on her bosom. "Oh, don't be so modest, I must say, I do like your large bosom. However, you aren't the only one on this ship with a large gift." He grinned before lowering his trousers. His cock was gigantic! At least nine inches long and thick like a piece of wood.

          Lady Devereaux was aghast at the boldness in front of her. A man, a brutish pirate no less, had just exposed his massive member to her.

          "Oh, don't look so stunned. In all my years at sea and brothel trips, I know a whore when I see one. I can see the hidden desire in your eyes, touch it." He said in a low, deep voice. With a mix of lust and hesitation, she reached down and could barely wrap her delicate hand around the thuggish pirate's cock. She could feel it throb in her hand. "You're mine now. Get on the bed, hands and knees."

          Keenan's dominating aura thrilled Lady Devereaux. She trembled as she followed his command. She yelped as she felt her dress being ripped off her body, leaving her in just her stockings and corset. Exposing her bare bottom and womanhood to the brutish pirate.

          "Wow! An equally fat ass to fit those fat tits of yours!" Keenan chortled before delivering a hearty slap to Lady Devereaux's backside. She winced on impact as her cheeks jiggled about, a red imprint of a hand left behind. It hurt like hell, but she had to admit she liked the way it hurt.

          He slapped his cock against her ass as he tore off the corset, letting her breasts hang down. He rubbed his cock against the front of her pussy, teasing her ever so slowly. Lady Devereaux's eyes went wide in shock. She had sex before, but not with a dick like this. It had to be multiple inches thicker and longer than any cocks back in London. She grabbed the sheets tightly in anticipation, her teeth clenched. "I've never fucked a whore with such massive tits before!"

          Whore? She thought about telling him she was a member of a noble family, but that didn't feel right. Noblewomen don't let pirates have their way with them like this. Was this what she was now? A Caribbean whore, nothing more than a sexual plaything for cutthroat pirates? He didn't bother to ask how she felt as he prepared to ram his fat black cock into her, because it didn't matter to him. She was just another curvy harlot to ravage. To fuck. She was just an object to him, a common whore. It was a total humiliation to Lady Devereaux's high-class upbringing. She had never been hornier in her entire life.

          "All right, bitch, enough foreplay time to get on with it."

          Before Keenan could defile the poor Lady Devereaux, the cabin doors bolted open. There was a silhouette of a man, his blade already in hand and pointed towards the two.

          "Keenan! Put your blasted pecker away, or Lady Devereaux will be the last thing you feel before you become a eunuch!"

          The once-dominant pirate suddenly cowered as he quickly retreated from Lady Devereaux and pulled up his pants.

          "C...Captain! I was just helping our captive find more comfortable attire..." Keenan's words cut off as the Captain's cutlass firmly pressed against his throat.

          "First, you deliberately disobey a direct order not to touch our guest, but now you have the gall to lie to your captain's face? Maybe it is time to find a new first mate?" He pressed the blade as tight as he could before cutting into the skin.

          Keenan trembled as his life hung in the balance of what he said next. "I'm sorry, captain! The sea! It drives us mad from time to time! I would never think to disobey you, sir!" Keenan gave a big smile, his trembling making his teeth chatter.

          The Captain scowled before withdrawing his blade. "A lesser captain would have you keelhauled, but I'll let you off with a warning. Get out of my sight. Now!" Keenan bowed his head and hastily made his exit from the cabin.

          Once they were alone, the Captain turned to Lady Deveraux and once again helped cover her up. Lady Deveraux's heart was pounding as she felt a swell of emotions. The Captain had saved her, and yet the fire inside her was not dying out. She locked eyes with her handsome savior before grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

          At first, the kiss was a slow peck, but as the kiss went on, it grew into a wild passion. Lady Devereaux opened her mouth, inviting the pirate captain's tongue inside. Her arms wrapped around his stout, masculine neck as their tongues danced around in each other's mouths.

          The Captain didn't see Lady Devereaux as a prize, a status symbol of his wealth, or a body to be conquered, but as a lover. Even though she had just been almost ravaged by the first mate a few hours ago, this kiss was the most sensual and erotic thing Lady Devereaux had ever done. Her heart was pounding as she broke her kiss. She wanted him. No, she needed him. For the first time in the young lady's life, she was not ashamed of these feelings she had, and now she was ready to indulge fully. She moaned as he kissed her collarbone and then moved up her neck, kissing and sucking down gently. The skill and passion in his kisses showed true loving desire.

          She lowered her dress, revealing her large breasts. The Captain cupped them gently in his hands. "Your breasts are amazing, my lady."

          Her heart raced. She didn't feel embarrassed at the comment, but proud. "I've spent my whole life ashamed of them." She smiles, looking at the ground before looking into the Captain's eyes. "Except with you...I don't feel ashamed. Please, touch them how you want."

          The Captain took her up on her request as he cupped her chest yet again, this time leaning in and giving her thick nipples a lick, sending a ripple of pleasure throughout Lady Devereaux's whole body.

          "Seems someone is quite sensitive there." He laughed.

          "My nipples are very sensitive, Captain. Still, please continue to play with them."

          The Captain leaned in and sucked down hard on her thick, hard nipples. The pleasure made her wiggle and moan loudly. Her panties were soaked by now. She was ready for more.

          "Captain..make love to me. I need you inside me," She moaned into his ear as her hands began to rub his erect crotch through his pants.

          "As you wish, Lady." The Captain grinned as he lowered his trousers to reveal his long, thick cock. The Captain lubed it up with some spit as Lady Devereaux lay down on the Captain's bed.

          As his cock slowly pushed its way into her pussy, Lady Devereaux threw back her head and gripped the sheets tightly. The Captain's cock wasn't as thick as Keenan's, but it was longer. More importantly, he knew how to use it to maximize her pleasure. The way he rolled his hips as he thrusted into her sent shockwaves throughout her body.

          With his cock fully acclimated to the tightness of her pussy, he began to thrust deeper and harder, gathering a decent pace. The long rhythmic thrusts made Lady Devereaux's breasts bounce into her face.

          "Oh god! Yes, Captain! This is amazing! Don't stop!" She yelled out, grabbing one of her mammoth-sized tits to massage it as she got fucked. Was this what sex was truly like when it was with someone she truly liked? How could a feeling like this be wrong? She felt like such a fool for being ashamed of these feelings. She WAS sexy. It took someone like The Captain to show her that, finally. She was a whole new woman now. She was liberated.

          "Cum inside me! Please, Captain! I need to feel you fill my womb!"

          "Lady! UGH!"

          Lady Devereaux felt his cock throb and twitch against the walls of her pussy before his cock erupted, shooting out a thick load deep inside her cunt. She leaned forward and locked lips with The Captain, rolling their tongues around in each other's mouths as his cock shot more and more cum into her.

          When it was all over, the two were drenched in sweat, doing their best to catch their respective breathes. As they lay together in the bed, their hands interlocked between them, Lady Devereaux was the one to break the silence.

          "Please don't put out that ransom note." She put her hands on his shoulders as she pleaded. "I don't fit in with high society. I am...impure. At best, I'll always just be an inconvenient hassle for my family."

          "Well, I don't know what they are talking about, because to me, you're one of the most pure souls in the whole Caribbean."

          Lady Devereaux smiled before giving him a quick kiss and then turning over. The realization of her situation had hit her. "I have nothing now. No fortune, family, connections. Now I'm all alone."

          "Well...the ship is always looking for new members."

          "You mean it!?"

          "My ship isn't a mansion, but I think you'd learn to like it." He grinned.

          "Oh, thank you! Thank you! I love you!" She wrapped her arms around him as she squeezed him tight. She knew she had finally found the place she belonged.

          When news of Lady Devereaux not making it to the New World had hit London, people feared that she had been lost at sea or killed. They were half right. The Lady Devereaux people knew from London was gone. This Lady Devereaux was fearless, confident, and unashamed about her lust and desires. This Lady Devereaux was queen of the pirates!

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          Back in modern suburban America, Patty Collins bit her plump bottom lip as two of her fingers massaged her swollen clit in a circle. This book was her favorite smut novel for a reason, after all. She cupped her own massive breasts in her hand as she pinched her thick, hardening nipple, throwing back her head in ecstasy. The thought of giving in to all her deepest desires and letting herself be used like a sex object drove Patty wild. While too shy to be as bold as Lady Devereaux, it made excellent fantasy material. Patty moaned out as she stuck her fingers inside her needy pussy, pushing them deeper as she read page after page. The tame traditional housewife could only imagine having the kind of scandalous sex life of Lady Devereaux. It reminded Patty of all the steamy stories her friends told at their book club meetings. She moaned and tossed on the bed as she softly fingered herself, edging herself closer and closer to orgasm.

          "Oooh! That's it, Captain! I'm your dirty pirate queen! Grab my big fucking tits as you thrust into me!" Patty moaned loudly before hearing a door open. Her body sprang into action as she covered herself with the covers and looked in the doorway to see her husband, Trevor, standing there.

          "Hey, honey, everything ok in here?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Trevor was a well-built man. Handsome and suave, the parts of his body not covered by his casual business attire showed off his thick, burly body hair.

          "Oh! Y..yeah! I was just taking a nap, that's all," She laughed nervously, her heart racing. The one time her husband came home early, Patty just had to be finger-blasting herself. Just her luck, she thought to herself as she continued to smile awkwardly.

          "Ok. Do you need anything?"

          "Nope! I'm fine, thanks." She smiled awkwardly, and she shuffled her body under the covers.

          "Well, let me know if you need anything, Madame." He kissed her hand gently before starting to walk out of the room.

          Patty grimaced as she could still feel how wet and horny she was, interrupted from a potential orgasm. She knew now was not the time to be meek. "Wait!" Trevor turned around. Slowly, Patty lowered the covers to reveal her naked body in front of her husband. She spread open her legs and rubbed a finger across her labia. "Still got that pirate costume in the closet...Captain?"

          END