P.P.P.

Bastian sent one of his men to fetch me. He has been at the helm all day since his last helmsman took a sword through the neck. I still don’t know why his ship is being attacked. No one does. But the ship is scrambling. A few crewmen were sent to find more men to fight, to get more ammo, more weapons. Bastian will stop at nothing to protect his ship and anyone on board. It’s his life, the only thing he knows, the only thing he has.

I step closer so Gunnar sees me, Bastian’s new second hand I’m assuming. He makes a gesture to Bastian that they have company. Bastian turns, a concerned look on his face as he looks towards me. He looks worried. He turns back to Gunnar and finishes their conversation. Gunnar turns to walk in my direction. As he passes, he nods his head in acknowledgment, smiling at me. This is the first time I’ve seen him within the past week. I start to blush and my heart is pounding out of my chest. After all, he has seen Bastian and I together… naked… doing ungodly things… By the time he makes it past me, I know I’m red as a tomato.

“Here, Sarah,” Bastian gestures for me to step between him and the wheel.

I walk over and bring my front to his, the wheel brushing against my back. I look up at Bastian. He has a bruise stretched across his left temple, a black eye, blood dripping down, with a few small gashes on the other side of his face. He looks terrible.

“Bastian,” I reach up and brace my hands over his shoulders and stare hard into his wounds.

“This looks really bad, why don’t you let me treat it. Are there more wounds? You can’t go untreated, you can get sick or die. Please, let me clean you and dress these wounds.”

Bastian inhales and quirks a slight smile as he looks straight into my eyes.

“Bastian, I’m serious, you need to be treated.”

“Sarah,” Bastian brings his hand up around my torso, “All I want is you right now. Not to be pampered.”

“But,” before I get my argument in, his hands tighten around my hips and he lifts me up, “Bastian!” I yelp.

He carries me up onto the platform next to the wheel. I call it his stage. He is able to watch over his ship and steer with one arm if he has to. He sets me down beside him, the spokes of the wheel brushing across my lower back now.

“Undress Sarah,” he is serious when he wants what he wants. Focused.

I do as I’m told, unfastening the laces behind my corset and pants. Bastian loosens the ties at the top of his shirt, then his pants. I turn for him to finish pulling my corset loose and pants. Within seconds, he has my corset so loose, it drops on the floor and my pants quickly follow. I’m naked across my torso, enjoying the night's cool breeze hitting my body. I look up at the stars and close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. I love it here.

My undergarments are suddenly missing with the distraction of the ocean air. I look back down and turn to face Bastian. His pants are dropping before I have a chance to see he is still dressed. His shirt blows in the wind, it’s covered in blood and dirt. Bastian looks down at me, a concerned look on his face, mixed with anticipation.  He is intimidating when he is like this. I don’t know what to expect or what he wants to do with me. Before I know it, I’m caught in his world, tied up, hanging from a ceiling, or bent over a railing, watching the ocean pass by. I’ve gotten used to his barbaric ideas. Accepted them. But, I only ask that he is gentle with me.

                I’m still staring at his shirt, wanting him to take it off or get a clean one if he doesn’t want to take it off. I open my mouth slightly, but he interrupts me,

“You’re going to have to stay calm for this. I want you to relax your body and hang on to me. Don’t let go, or you’ll hurt yourself. You have to trust me. Do you understand Princess?”

I stare at him, confused and concerned, my heart starting to pound harder with every breath, every second I get closer to death with this man,

“I, uh,” all I can get out before I have lost all train of thought.

“Sarah, do you understand?” He asks again, his hands around my hips, bringing me back to focus.

“Yes, I will try.” I let out an exhale trying to come up with more words. My breath feels shaky. I have so many questions!

                Bastian lifts me, asking me to wrap my legs around him, and I do so. I feel his bulge below me, wanting in already. The tip presses against the entrance to my downstairs and it sends vibrations through my body.

                He presses his head in, and I let out a quiet moan. Bastian’s head is wide, his shaft long. It takes a few tries to get him in all of the way. If this is what he warned me about, then this is no different than any other day with him.

                He pulls himself out, and then pushes in again, slowly opening myself for him. On the third stroke, he pushes his cock in deep. This time he gets in all of the way. My walls heat up and the end of my tunnel feels like it is going to burst open. I cry out, looking up to the stars for relief. I feel his mouth around one of my nipples. Then the sensations start to build.

                Bastian starts thrusting his cock in and out, building my lightning inside. He steps toward the wheel, holding my underside and bracing us against it. I feel the spokes hitting my lower back and another spoke brushes under my ass where Bastian’s cock is currently fucking me. The feeling makes me jolt and I hold onto Bastian tighter.

“Bastian,” I moan out and grip his shoulders hard, hinting that he is pressing me into his wheel and it hurts.

I let one arm reach around my back, in hopes I can push us away but Bastian pulls me up. His thrusts, stop and his eyes find mine. Panting, he responds,

“Don’t press on the wheel, you’ll turn the ship. And,” he takes another deep breath, “You’ll hurt your back or send one of those handles into your ass.”

                My breath hitches and I lean into him, wrapping my arms back around his shoulders. He lifts my hips out, pulls his cock away, and slams me back down. My head leans back and I let out another moan. The next few thrusts start to hit deeper, and I feel my back once again, bracing against the wheel. This time I keep my arms around Bastian and try not to move. This is what he meant when he said I’d have to be relaxed.

                I feel one of his arms hold me up from under my underside. His hand settles between my cheeks and his fingers spread out. One of them enters my hole. He always does this. Maybe the position makes him feel in control.

                His finger moves in and out of my hole, as his cock does the same to my vagina. I feel the sensations building and I let out a moan. I look down at Bastian, not wanting him to stop.

“Bastian,” I say in a moan, holding his shoulders tighter as I’m ready to explode.

“Tell me when Princess,” he interrupts my thoughts. “Tell me when you’re going to cum.”

                My breathing is erratic as I look at him. Confused as to why he wants to know that. Lightning shoots out through my legs and up my back, and before I can understand anything, I’m about to cum so hard. I open my mouth on his command,

“Yes, Bastian, yes, now!” All of the words come out in a moan. And I struggle to hold onto him.

                I start to explode, and his cock slides out of me. My eyes shoot wide as I look at him crying for help,

“Bastian!”

My body convulses as I feel him pick my underside up. The walls of my vagina flexing into themselves. Instantly, something smaller than his cock enters my vagina. I feel something wide but short thrusting inside of me. I pick myself up to meet his eyes as I am mid-way through my orgasm. My eyes are wide, and soon angry as I realize what he has put in my body.

“Bastian,” I moan, accepting the sensations and riding out the orgasm. He moves my body up and down on it, his finger still in my hole. I continue to moan. The fucking spoke to the wheel is in my vagina.

                My body starts to calm down, but Bastian still moves my body on the handle.

“Bastian,” I let out a long deep breath, trying to regain myself. “That was cruel.”

“I don’t think so, Princess,” he responds. “I need to get this handle soaking wet for you. If it’s dry, then you’ll think I’m cruel.”

I don’t respond, not understanding a fucking thing that he is saying.

“Why does it have to be wet?” I ask him, but he doesn’t answer that question.

“Remember, I told you that you need to be relaxed. Hang on to me and don’t let go. If you fight me, you’ll hurt yourself. Aye?”

                I stare at him, the high of my orgasm soon leaving me, feeling like it never happened. I look at him, reading his eyes. He would never hurt me. Even now, he is holding my body up, not letting me fall in any way. I want to know what his plans are, but it’s a nervous anticipation. I respond,

“Aye.”

                Immediately, I feel his finger press deeper into my hole. I let out a moan from the sensation and my arms brace tight around his shoulders.

                He lifts me up, off of the handle as his finger slowly leaves my hole. I feel pressure at my hole again, thinking that another finger will re-enter. But it is not his finger.

                The pressure builds at my hole, and I look at Bastian. I start to breathe harder; his cock is trying to enter. Bastian looks at me,

“Remember. Relax Princess. For me.”

He brings his face into mine, and his lips smash into my lips, holding himself there until I acknowledge him. I nod my head, and his lips leave mine. His forehead leans against my forehead as he eases the pain.

“I’m going to pull you up slightly, then push you down harder.”

I nod again in acknowledgment. He pushes me down, and I moan, hitching my breath and holding onto him so tight. A yell comes out, but I keep myself still against him.

Again, he pulls me up and sets me down. As my body relaxes, I start to accept his cock. I’m completely relaxed and this last time, his cock enters my hole entirely. Except, I feel a bar running up between my cheeks. The way I’m supported by Bastian, I can’t look down to see him inside of me. His lower body moves under me, but I do not feel any movement in my hole.

                I then see his cock come between us, pressing against my lips below. I shiver in reality and look into Bastian’s eyes. I’m angry and tears start to form in my eyes. I want to fight him. Hit him so hard and throw him overboard! But then I remembered, he said not to move, or I’ll hurt myself. Fuck him! “Hurt myself!” More like kill myself! One wrong move and I’ll bleed out and die! There is a fucking wheel spoke in my ass!

“Bastian!” My voice is loud and angry. My breath so erratic I think I’m having a heart attack. My grip on his shoulders tightens again and I want to strangle him.

“Princess, I need you to calm down.” He calmly responds to me.

                My eyes are so wide, and a tear falls down one of my cheeks.

“When you said relax and trust you, I didn’t think you meant with my life!”

                Bastian doesn’t respond. One of his hands comes between us and angles his cock toward my vagina. I am clenching my jaw, breathing erratically, and trying to hold onto him so I don’t die.

                Bastian’s head presses into my vagina, and my body tenses.

“Breath Sarah,” Bastian finally speaks. “Look at me, I need you to breathe.”

                My watery eyes find his, and his lips meet mine again. I feel my body starting to calm. When I take another deep breath, Bastian presses his cock deep inside of me again. My breath hitches, and my body tenses. The angle of the handle makes it hard for Bastian’s cock to press deeper into me, but still, Bastian pushes further with every thrust.

                His cock comes out slightly as I take a deep breath. My arms do not release any tension from around his shoulders. He presses in, and I feel warmness through my walls and up through my body. I feel his cock slide past the wheel handle and further to the end of my tunnel. One more thrust and he will have me full.

                I take a deep breath and brace myself for him. His body is as close as it can be. He pulls himself out the littlest bit and pushes himself in further. This time I feel his pelvic front hitting mine. He is all of the way in, and I feel paralyzed. He holds himself there, waiting for what, I have no fucking idea anymore.

“Princess,” I hear his words, and I open my eyes, finding his. Before I can say anything, he speaks again.

“I am going to fuck you now. So fucking hard, you won’t be able to walk for a while. Do you understand?”

                How sincere of a pirate. I already can’t walk because of this stick up my ass, but I won’t let him know that. I respond,

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good.” He says.

                Immediately, his cock pulls out of me and slams back in, deep and hard. I scream, my hands moving to his shoulders in protest. My head shoots back and I feel his teeth meeting my breasts again. Biting the nipples and kissing along me. His lower body thrusts back and forth inside of me. The pressure becoming too much, too soon for me to bear.

                My head comes back down to find Bastian. I want him. I want him so much, it hurts. My hands move up to his head and pull him away from my breasts. My lips come crashing down into his. Our tongues, shoving so deep into each other's mouths, we can’t breathe.

One of my hands wraps around his back and pulls him in tight, wanting him deeper. I feel the sensations building so fast, I pull my face away from his and cry for help.

“Bastian,” I yell out his name. “Please, Bastian,” my breath so shaky I can hardly speak, “harder.”

                At my command, I feel his cock slamming into me. Pound after pound, he jolts my body, sending waves of lightning through my body. I start to go numb from head to toe and feel the orgasm building. His cock fills my body, pushing itself deeper and deeper. My head starts to fall back and it comes. My orgasm explodes and Bastian thrusts his cock as deep as it’ll go. Pressing my body into the wheel only to relax on his cock. Waves shoot through me until my body goes limp.

                My head comes back down and I start to fall into Bastian’s body completely. His body holds mine up as he braces me for release. Slowly, he pulls my body off of the wheel's handle. My arms and head have fallen into his chest. My legs are wrapped around him but have locked up. He will carry me back to my quarters like this.

Soon I start to feel him pull himself out of me, and our cum drips all over the deck of his stage. I’d respond to the sound or the sight, but my body is too exhausted. I do hear him respond as he turns and heads to my room.

“I am the only one allowed inside of you. You are the only one allowed to drip all over my ship. Let that be known, Princess.”