His Nasty Little Pussy

PIRATE INVASION

Lucy watched as Lord Swanton’s ship set sail for England. He rarely left their small island in the West Indies; the trip was long and he’d be away from the plantation for the better part of a year. But he’d received word of a death in the family, something to do with a missing inheritance, and had chartered a ship quickly. She was certainly going to miss him. Even though Lord Swanton was her guardian, he’d been like a father to her all of her life.

The plantation overseer, Mr. Suggs, had come to her later in the day, wanting to go over some problem with the accounts. She’d handled the affairs in Lord Swanton’s absence before and followed Suggs down to the plantation office. The walk was pleasant, the ocean breeze cool and a light drift of clouds covered the brilliant sun. She’d taken only a light shawl to cover her shoulders, her summer dress billowing behind her in the breeze.

Suggs ushered her into the small office, moving nervously behind her as she sat in a wooden chair.

“What is it, Suggs? What did you need me to attend to?”

Suggs mumbled something and then disappeared into the adjacent storeroom. Tapping her foot impatiently, Lucy waited a moment, then rose, looking into the back. The room was empty, the door leading outside standing open.

“Suggs! Where have you gone?” Lucy walked toward the open door, peering around the corner. “Oh, for the love of God!”

Suddenly her arms were pinned from behind by a large man she recognized from the plantation, who dragged her back into the storeroom. She kicked and screamed and immediately a hand was clamped over her mouth. She tried biting but the hand was so tough and leathery it mattered little.

Lucy watched as a strange man stepped through the open door, a rag in his hands. He was small and dirty, with greasy black hair carelessly tied back with a strip of cloth, and a stubbly growth of beard on his rugged face.

“She’s a fiery little wench. Suggs said she’d put up a good fight. Try not to bruise her, Captain wants her undamaged.” The man stepped closer, his eyes traveling down the front of Lucy’s thin summer dress. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and the bodice material of her gown barely covered the tops of her round breasts. She glared at the man, who seemed not to notice. In one practiced movement, he jammed the rag in her mouth, quickly knotting it behind her head.

“I’d so like to have a taste of her before I take her back to the ship.” He jammed his hand roughly between her legs, twisting and turning his fingers, making Lucy flinch.

“But I’ll have to settle for what I can get.”

He wound his fingers into her hair, pulling her toward him, his nose pressed against her neck, sniffing her loudly. She felt his tongue flicking against her ear, sliding down her neck. She shivered at his touch, trying to pull away.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ve been a long time at sea, my dear.” His voice was a low whisper. “A long time with nothing but my calloused hand for company. You’re far too soft and tempting to leave untouched.”

He ran a hand over her arm, trailing his fingers across the bodice of her dress. With one yank, he pulled the thin material away, exposing the tops of her breasts, pushed forward by her summer corset.

Lucy kicked out at the man, but he easily sidestepped her legs, which then became hopelessly tangled in the material of her dress.

“Hold her fast, there. I’ll just be a moment.” The man bent his head, pulling one breast free of her corset, squeezing and groping her, licking her nipple, his tongue sliding over the soft skin of her breast. He pulled the nipple roughly into his mouth, sucking loudly.

Lucy struggled, but the large man behind her held her easily. The small dirty man pushed his body against hers, the hard bulge of his erection forced against her hip. He thrust against her, rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against her, moaning loudly as he continued sucking her tit, one hand grabbing her other breast, squeezing and fondling her, pinching her nipple.

She could feel the man behind her pushing his body against her back, the not-so-subtle bulge of his cock rubbing against her ass. She was disgusted, horrified, and wanted to run but was pinned between the two men.

Suddenly the man sucking at her nipple was fumbling with his breeches; he reached in, pulling out his hard cock. Lucy watched, horrified, as he began to stroke himself rapidly. She twisted in vain, trying to get away, as the man began grunting against her breast, his hand moving faster over his hard cock. But her struggles only seemed to excite the man behind her. The large man moved one hand down over her stomach, holding her body more firmly against his, his cock now sliding against the cleft of her ass.

The frontman pulled away from her briefly, then buried his face between her breasts, his body shuddering, hips pressed forward, moaning loudly. She felt wetness against her leg as the man climaxed into the folds of her skirt. He held himself against her a moment longer, licking her breast, and then backed away, tucking his cock back into his breeches. He was panting.

“Aye, she’s a sweet one. I’d hold her for you, so you could have a turn, but she’s a bit much for me.” The man holding her shifted, his hard cock still pressed against her.

“We should take her off now before someone comes looking for us.” The man bent down, picking up Lucy’s shawl. “Sorry about the dress, ma’am. But in your struggle to get away, well, accidents happen. You tore your pretty dress.” He looked down at the stain on her skirt. “And other accidents happen as well.” In one swift motion, he tore the side of her dress away, the stained section falling to the floor. The small man pulled a rope down from the stock room wall. Wrenching Lucy’s arms behind her, he quickly tied her hands together.

“Let’s go then. I need her back at the ship before the Captain returns.” The big man from the plantation picked her up, carrying her as if she were no heavier than a child.