The world spins and your head pounds as you slowly come too. It takes a couple of moments for your eyes to focus but when they do you realize that you are in what could only be the brig of the pirate’s vessel.
“So the little harlot finally wakes up,” a woman’s voice slurs from the other side of the small barred window in the door of your cell, “The captain’ will want to know about this quick she will, been lonely these last few months since her last boy died she has.”
You rush to the door in an attempt to catch a glimpse of your captor but she has already departed. You slump back down in your cell hoping that this is all a big misunderstanding. It seems like hours before you hear a set of footsteps coming towards your cell. After a little fumbling with the lock the door swings open and you are face to face with the stunning Latin woman that ogled you up on the boat. You didn’t realize it before but this woman is truly a work of art. Her skin is a light bronze color, and her jet black wavy hair frames her flawless face as it travels down her back to her tight little ass. As she breaths and gazes lustily at your body her two flawless breasts heave with each breath, making your legs weak. You are both afraid and in awe of this terrible woman.
Evidently done with her examination she finally speaks, “Yes, this one will do very nicely,” her musical voice seduces your ears with its passion, “take him to my quarters… but do not let him near the princess, I have special plans for her this evening.”
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