The Angels and a Pirate

It was hours later when everyone had once again gathered on deck under the open sky.  Kelly had been tied down to the foredeck on her knees and elbows, facing the ship’s destination with grim determination as the captain knelt behind her, fucking her upturned ass while the crew cheered him on.  Each thrust pushed her forward as his hands held her in place by her hips.

Jill, covered with dried semen and other bodily fluids, had been tied by her wrists to dangle from the ship’s mast, high above all of them.  Too exhausted to resist, she simply hung there limply, her naked body would be visible for miles.

Sabrina had been hung over the edge of the deck, stretched across the bow.   Her arms and legs had been pulled far back, thrusting her chest and hips forward like a naked figurehead.  She squirmed in the bindings, but avoided fighting it too much to avoid falling under the ship’s path.  All three angels wore nothing but a ball gag shoved between their teeth.

Brewster pulled out his cock and blasted a healthy load of cum across her back and butt, where it would soon dry in the sun.  Then he wiped his cock off on her tight ass cheeks and gave her buttocks one last slap with his organ.

Then he stood and zipped up his pants to a cheering crew as they made preparations throughout the yacht.

“Well ladies, I’m afraid all good things must come to an end,” he looked down at Kelly and up at Jill.  My crew and I will be departing the good ship Pirate’s Grotto, and we will be leaving you as its only occupants.  But don’t fear, we have aimed the ship’s heading into a stretch of ocean that is very actively patrolled by pirates from a variety of nationalities.  I have no doubt that you will be found by morning and you will continue to be put to good use by whoever finds you.  You may even be sold off for a tidy profit.”

Kelly tried to yell obscenities at him through her gag, but he ignored the jabs.  Instead he simply laughed and walked away, joining his crew at the stern.  Some had already left in an inflatable skiff while the rest were preparing the larger speedboat for departure.  Once the final arrangements were complete, Brewster stepped aboard the smaller craft.  Then his crew cast off and set a course for the mainland.  While they pulled away, the captain watched behind them as the Pirate’s Grotto continued to motor towards its destination with its precious, but helpless, cargo.

Once the larger ship was out of sight, he went to the boat’s control panel and activated a ship to shore radio.

Back in the parking lot of the marina, within the parked limo, Bosley was once again rewinding the recording from Sabrina’s belt buckle and playing it through the car’s audio system.

“Kelly, which of your friends is the best at sucking cock?” 

“Jill.” Kelly responded cheerfully.

“Jill, which of your friends has the loudest orgasms?”

“Definitely, Sabrina,” Jill could be heard replying quickly and confidently.

“Sabrina, which of your friends has the tastiest vagina?”

Just then, the car phone rang. Bosley’s smile faded as he was forced to hit the pause button on the recording before answering the incoming call.

“Is this Bosley?” Brewster’s deep voice was clear, even against the background noise of the speedboat and sea.

“It is.  Did you enjoy yourself?” Bosley asked.

“It was a wonderful experience, the angels surpassed all of my expectations.  Thank you for helping me with all of the preparations.”

“And the final arrangement?” Bosley asked with a hint of skepticism.

“Exactly as we discussed.  They should have no trouble freeing themselves and regaining control of the yacht.  Based on the estimations, they’ll be pulling into the harbor before nightfall.”

“I’ll be sure to be there to pick them up,” Bosley stated obediently.

“Thank you again, Bosley,” Brewster’s voice lightened and lost it’s rough, deep tone, returning to a more familiar register.  “I have been looking forward to this for a very long time.”

“You’re very welcome.  I’m glad you enjoyed it, Charlie.”