The Pirate's Prize Pt. 01

A fresh wave of the salty water hit Ivy's wooden crate, which had been her hiding place for several days and nights now.

The sea was rough. She was hungry, thirsty and longed for some sunlight. At night the pirates' ship was almost pitch black and with no sails they were at the mercy of the winds. She had little idea where they were, except that the wind had carried them eastwards towards the Isle of Skye. Belowdecks it was dark, stuffy and cold. Dare she go on deck, expose herself as a stowaway? Lord knows what they would do to her.

Ivy closed her eyes and thought of her life back in Blackrabbit, which seemed a long time ago now. Her father was a fisherman, and a good one at that. He'd taught her the trade from an early age. When Ivy was ten she had caught her first fish. He'd cooked it for her, wrapped in seaweed. "One day," he'd said, "you'll be the best fisherman on this sea.". Fat load of good that did her now. Her father had died in a storm. He had been fishing and a wave had smashed his boat, and he had drowned. It had taken her a year to move on from it. Now she had nothing, except for the clothes on her back. She was alone. The memory brought her a deep sadness.

She heard footsteps approaching the crate and she held her breath, praying she would not be found. "This is the only place she can be," said a voice that sounded vaguely familiar to Ivy. She'd been listening to it for the past few days. She had tried to get an idea of how many pirates were aboard, but to her dismay they didn't talk much when she could hear them. The voice was gruff. It had an accent.

"The captain's right," said a second voice. This one was much softer. "She's been in there a long time now. I think we should just toss her overboard."

"It's a girl!" the first voice boomed, causing Ivy to flinch. "Don't you understand? A girl! A woman! That means we have a chance. It's the perfect bargaining tool. She's worth a lot to us. It's worth a lot to you and me to keep her."

"Keep her and do what?" said the softer voice.

"Make her our hostage. If the prince ever finds out she's been kidnapped by pirates, he'll pay a fortune to get her back."

"What about her father?"

Ivy heard a sigh. "Dead. So he won't bother us. "If we have her, we can make the prince give us anything we want."

Ivy's eyes widened and she gripped the edges of the crate tightly.

The soft-spoken voice spoke again. "What makes you think she's going to be useful to us?"

"Do you really need to ask? The prince will want her back. And you know he won't stop until he gets her."

"Hang on, did you hear that?"

The other voice sighed. "Hear what?"

"The crate! It moved. It must be her!"

Ivy could hear footsteps approaching the crate, and her heart raced.

"Open it up!"

Ivy cowered back against the walls of the crate as the top was ripped open.

The sun was bright and it stung her eyes as she squinted, looking up into the faces of the two men standing over her. She shielded her eyes from the sun and found herself staring at a rugged face framed by long hair that was almost as white as the beard that covered his chin. She stared into eyes as green as hers.

"I-Ivy!" the old man said, and he smiled a toothless grin. "Well, well. What do we have here? A stowaway!"

Ivy blinked, too afraid to say anything. She had always been a shy girl, not much good at speaking to strangers. "I-I'm not a stowaway," she managed.

"You are a stowaway," the old man said. "But no matter. You are the one I was looking for."

Ivy had no idea what the old man was talking about. He didn't seem to be in his right mind. She was still staring at him when the younger of the two men knelt down and grabbed her by the arm. "Come with us," he said, and Ivy tried to resist, but the man's grip was tight, and he had strength in him she didn't.

He led her across the deck and towards the side of the ship. Ivy could see land ahead. It wasn't Scotland, though, or the Isle of Skye. This was an island that had never seen human habitation. There was a small beach, which was strewn with large, flat rocks. Beyond that was dense jungle. "No," she said. "Please, no." But the man ignored her and tossed her over the edge. She screamed as she plummeted into the icy sea. She tried to swim back up towards the surface, but the water was cold, and her limbs were stiff. She felt her strength slipping away.

She thought she was about to drown. But the surface suddenly rushed away from her and she found herself being dragged back up to the ship. They had tied a rope to her apparently.

The young man was smiling at her, and as soon as she had her feet on the deck again he took the rope and tied it around her. She was completely at his mercy now. He led her towards the rear of the ship and, with the old man's help, they pushed her into a large wooden crate. The door shut on Ivy and she was left in semi-darkness.

"Water", she croaked. "Please".

"You've got nothing to bargain with, lassy. What are you offering?" said the gruff voice of the captain. He sat back in his chair and stared out across the ocean.

The prince's ship was a speck on the horizon and had been for some time now. It would take days to reach it, the old man had told them. Plenty of time then.

"Tell you what, thirsty girl", said the captain "I'll give you some water in exchange for a piece of your clothing. Does that sound like a good deal to you?"

Ivy had no idea if the captain was being serious or not. Her clothes were wet and cold and she was freezing, so she didn't have the strength to resist. She opened the buttons on her shirt and pulled it away from her skin. "Here," she said, pushing it through the cracks of the crate. The old man took it and wrapped it in a ball, then placed it in the sea.

"You've earned yourself some fresh water, lass. Here ya go"

Ivy smiled, taking the bucket of fresh water and drinking it down. It tasted so good. She drained the bucket completely, then put it down.

"That was a good bargain, lassy," said the old man. He got up and placed his hand on the crate's lid, then looked at her. "You can call for more water anytime you want. You know the price now, though it might change, arararar", the pirate laughed and slammed the lid down. Ivy could hear him as he walked away.

The air was damp in the box, and it was dark. She wondered if the old man would come back. "Excuse me," she said after a while, but there was no answer. "Excuse me?" she said again, but there was no reply. "I need to go to the bathroom", she said, but there was no answer. She wanted to pee, but there was nothing she could do.

After a while her bladder hurt so much she couldn't bear it any longer. She wanted to go. She didn't care about the pirates, she just wanted to pee. But she couldn't, and it made her angry. It was humiliating. "Need a peeing pot, lass? It'll cost ya" she heard the old man's voice, and she suddenly realized he was standing there in front of her crate. She tried not to laugh. He was hilarious. "Let me out", she said.

"Out?" said the old man. "Why?"

"I want to go to the bathroom," she said. "It's urgent."

"Urgent? What's urgent about it, lass?" The pirate laughed.

"Please let me out," said Ivy. "It's urgent, I'm begging you."

The pirate looked at her, then shrugged. "Well, if you insist. Do hand over all your clothes first, so we know you won't try and run away from us"

Ivy felt her heart sink. This was humiliating. She didn't know what else to do, so she took off her shoes, and then her trousers and underwear, and put them all through the gaps. "Good!" said the captain. He didn't waste a second and tossed all her clothes overboard. The wind caught them for a few seconds, then they hit the sea and sank.

Ivy was angry, but there was nothing she could do. "You can pee now", the old man said. "There's nothing between you and the sea anymore. All you have to do is ask me, and I'll bring you water, lass."

She was angry, but it felt good to be able to pee, at least.

"There you go", said the old man. "Pee away, lass. You can have all the water you want."

"Excuse me", Ivy said, and the pirate chuckled. He didn't move as she squatted over the side of the crate, and she couldn't help but smile as she let herself go. It felt so good to finally be able to relieve herself. She smiled at the old man. "Thank you", she said.

"That's okay", said the captain. "It's no bother." He looked at her, his eyes wandering from her head to her toes. "You look like you could use a bit of meat on your bones", he said.

Ivy was suddenly aware of her nakedness. She covered herself with her arms, looking at the old man in the dim light. "Please", she said, "can you give me back my clothes?"

"We don't have any", the captain said.

Ivy closed her eyes. She was in so much trouble. She was naked and alone and there was no way out of this situation. "What do you want?" she said.

"Your skin", said the pirate.

Ivy was confused. "My skin? What do you mean?"

"I mean I want to see as much of your skin as possible. All of it."

Ivy didn't know what to say. She just stared at the old man. "You mean like..."

The old man laughed. "Not that", he said. "Well, not at first anyway."

"What then?" said Ivy.

"What I mean is I want you to be completely naked, lass. You know, nude."

Ivy's mouth hung open. "Why?" she said.

"Because it makes it more fun", said the captain, and he smiled. "Why else?"

Ivy felt a lump in her throat. She was in deep trouble now. "Please", she said, "let me out of here. I'll do anything, I swear it, anything, but please let me out."

"Anything, lass?" said the captain.

"Yes", Ivy said, desperate. "Yes!"

The old man grinned at her. "Well then", he said, "I can't refuse a bargain like that."

"Let's start you off with a little dancing then. Get those hips moving and the boobies jiggling"

Ivy swallowed. "Dancing?" she said.

"Aye lass, dancing. We can't have a naked girl just standing there, can we?"

Ivy closed her eyes. It felt so humiliating. But what choice did she have? She had to make a deal. It was the only way out.

She was nervous as she stood there. "It's just dancing", she told herself. But she was shaking all over. It felt so embarrassing to be standing in front of a man she hardly knew, with nothing but the air to hide behind. "Just relax", she told herself. She put her hands on her hips and moved them, making sure to jiggle her boobs as well.

The captain chuckled and clapped his hands. "Now that's what I like to see. Nice and sexy."

Ivy felt her cheeks blush. "Keep going", said the old man.

She began to move her hips in a way she thought looked sensual. It was awkward, though, since she wasn't really sure what she was doing. She looked at the old man and smiled. She felt more confident now. This was easy. All she had to do was dance for him and he would let her go.

"Ooh lass, you look good. You're a natural. But I want more. Go for it now."

Ivy smiled and shook her boobs for him. It felt so embarrassing, and she couldn't help but feel a little self conscious. But he was enjoying it. And that made her feel good.

She continued to dance, and the captain was clapping his hands in rhythm to the song in his head. "That's good, lass. You've got the rhythm down pat. Now why don't you get those legs moving too?"

Ivy did as he asked and started to shake her hips from side to side. She could feel the captain's eyes on her. She knew he was looking at her boobs. She looked down and saw them jiggling in time with her hips. They looked so big. She didn't like how they were sticking out like that. It made her feel exposed, and vulnerable.

She tried to cover herself up but the captain stopped her. "You don't need to cover up," he said. "Let's get a little more exposure."

Ivy smiled and started dancing again, but she could still feel the captain's gaze on her boobs. She wanted to hide them, but she knew that would only make it worse. She had to show them off. And so she did. She felt so uncomfortable, but the captain seemed to like it. His eyes were glued to them. She could see him staring at them, his eyes full of lust.

"You have gorgeous boobs," he said. "I've never seen anything like them before."

Ivy was blushing hard now, but she continued dancing. It was the only way she could save herself from being sold to a brothel or worse. And so she shook them and twirled them around, making sure to jiggle them for the captain.

It seemed to work, though. The captain was watching her every move. He looked like he was about to explode. "Let's go a little faster," he said. "I want to see those boobies moving like crazy."

Ivy smiled and did as she was told, shaking her hips faster. She could feel her boobs bouncing up and down in a rhythmic fashion. The captain seemed pleased. "That's good," he said, licking his lips. "Just what I want."

She danced for what felt like ages. It was hard to keep up with the pace but she did her best. She knew she was getting him riled up, and that meant she was getting closer to being free. It also made her feel good. It was a little exciting, to be honest. She had never thought of herself as attractive before. She always felt she was a bit plain. But now she could see why men would want to buy her.

She was sweating by the end, and she felt exhausted. She had never danced like that before. She didn't even know she could. She collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. The captain looked at her, his eyes full of lust. "I think we've seen enough," he said. "Let's make the bargain now."

Ivy gulped. "B-Bargain?" she said.

"I think we've gotten to know each other pretty well now," he said. "I want you to be my mate."

Ivy didn't know what to say. "Mate?" she said. "As in wife?"

"Exactly!" said the captain. "But first I need to make sure you're suitable for the job."

"I-I'm not sure..." she said.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt," said the captain. "Well, it will, but only for a few moments."

Ivy was confused. She didn't know what to think. "What will happen?" she asked.

"What do you think is going to happen?" said the captain, smiling. "I'm going to fuck you."

Ivy was speechless. The captain laughed and opened up the crate. Ivy crawled out, her heart beating fast.

The captain grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the deck. She didn't have a chance to resist as he climbed on top of her and started unbuttoning his trousers. Ivy could feel his bulge growing underneath his underwear. It was huge. She didn't want to believe it, but he was going to fuck her. She closed her eyes. She couldn't help it.

The captain pulled down his underwear and his cock popped out. It was huge, at least a foot long, with a big knot at the base. The captain grinned as he pushed himself inside of Ivy. She screamed and tried to push him off of her, but the captain was too strong. He pinned her arms to her sides, using all his strength to hold her down as he rammed his cock into her.

Or tried to. "Does your mother know you rape innocent nieces?" she screamed.

The captain frowned. "What?" he said. "What did you say?"

Ivy felt a sense of triumph. She had gotten him to stop. She smiled at him. "I said, does your mother know you rape innocent nieces? Does she know you're raping her own granddaughter right now?"

The captain looked like he had seen a ghost. "No", he said. "No, that can't be."

"It is. And unless you want me to tell you about our little incident here, you'd best do as I say"

The captain was pale. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. "Oh my gods," he said, getting off of Ivy. "It really is you. I can't believe it."

"It is me. Remember little Ivy skipping in the fields of Blackrabbit? Me."

The captain smiled. "Little Ivy? You were always so small, but now you've grown up."

"Thanks, Gramps," said Ivy. "Now why don't you go and tell everyone that I'm the captain of this ship now?"

The captain looked at Ivy with a mixture of horror and respect. He nodded and stood up. "Aye, Captain," he said. "As you wish."

Ivy smiled. "Now get me some decent clothes. Quickly now, chop chop. And I don't want any of those skimpy little outfits you pirates wear either. I want something nice."

The captain nodded. "Of course, Captain," he said. He got up and left the deck, and Ivy sat there alone, her heart still beating fast. She didn't know what to make of what had happened. She didn't even know that old man. But it was her grandfather. She had been kidnapped by her own grandfather.

The captain came back after a few minutes with some clothes for Ivy. They were nice and clean, and he handed them to her. "Thank you", she said.

He nodded. "You're welcome. You're the captain now, after all."

"Yes. Yes, I am" said Ivy. "And I want to see all sailors on deck now for inspection"

The captain frowned. "Inspection? What do you mean, Captain?"

"I mean I'm going to look at all your dirty, disgusting pirates and decide which ones I want to play with"

The captain gulped. "Play what with?"

"Games" said Ivy. "Games where I can take your money and have you fuck me like a whore"

The captain looked at her with disbelief. "But Captain..."

"You have two minutes" Ivy interrupted him. "I want all the crew to come on deck right now and let me inspect them. Naked"

The captain sighed. "Aye Captain."

A few minutes later a crowd of men appeared on deck, each one of them naked except for their boots. Some of them were grinning. Others looked a little scared. But all of them were in front of her, and Ivy was satisfied. She smiled. "Right, men," she said. "I'm going to be playing a little game with all of you. Whoever pleases me most will get to fuck me tonight"

There was an excited murmur among the pirates. "Are you serious, Captain?" asked one man.

"Very serious," said Ivy. "Now come on, let's get started. Who's first?"

Ivy was sitting in her chair, legs crossed, looking at the men standing in front of her. "Let's start with the fat one", she said. "On your knees."

The man in question knelt in front of Ivy. He was chubby and sweaty, but she liked the look of him. He was quite good-looking, actually. "Spread your legs," she said.

The man opened up his legs and Ivy took a good look at him. His cock was quite thick, she thought. It was long, though, maybe a bit over a foot. "Mm, nice," she said, stroking the man's cock with her fingers. "Very nice."

"Do you like it?" said the man.

Ivy looked up at him. "Don't speak to the captain unless she asks you a question. Now stand over there and slowly masturbate. But don't come, under any circumstance, or I'll have you thrown overboard got that?"

The man nodded, and Ivy looked at the next man. He was skinny. She beckoned him forward. "Show me your cock," she said.

The man got down on his knees and showed Ivy his cock. It was small, about five inches long, with a big knot at the base. Ivy nodded. "Not bad," she said, stroking the man's cock. "Does it get bigger?"

The man blushed. "Err, yes Captain."

Ivy grinned. "I'll be looking forward to that then."

She stood up and looked at the next man. He was skinny too. She beckoned him forward. "On your knees," she said.

The man got down on his knees. His cock was thin but long. It was about seven or eight inches in length, with a big knot at the base. Ivy smiled. "Nice cock," she said. "I can't wait to get a load of that inside me."

The man smiled. "Thanks, Captain"

Ivy stroked the man's cock with her hand. She could see the man was growing hard under her touch. He looked at Ivy with desire in his eyes. She moved her hands up and down his shaft, slowly. "Mm," she said. "Very nice."

The man closed his eyes and moaned softly. Ivy was enjoying herself. She liked being in charge like this. It was fun. She could play with her new toy as much as she wanted, and he would do anything for her. It felt good.