Blackbeard's Captive 
copyright 2001 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2009


"Animals, filthy animals," screamed Lady Wordsworth.

A sailor peered into the cabin behind her and laughed. "Your
negro buck sure knows how to treat a woman." The midshipman
caught himself and touched his hat. "Beggin your Ladyship's
pardon."

"My god they're animals," said Lady Wordsworth. "Make them stop
before he impregnates her.

Betty, her negro servant had been thrashing about in ecstasy
until the Lady had returned early from having dinner with the
captain. She was crying now that she was caught. Moby, her male
slave just kept on thrusting his hips though he looked scared. He
struggled and bellowed when the sailor pulled him off the
negress.

"Dear god, they're simply not human beings," said Lady Wordsworth
looking at Moby's massive penis. It was well nigh two hands long
and as thick as a belaying pin. The negro buck's penis was dark
black and so swollen it looked like it was about to burst. It
glistened in the sunlight coming in from the door. Her buck
moaned in frustration. He had been close, very close.

"What do I do with him, Lady?" asked the sailor.

"Just get him out of my sight for now." Elizabeth Wordsworth sat
down in a chair. She felt flushed and the Caribbean heat was
getting to her. "Betty why?"

"I'm sorry Miss 'lizabeth. I jus can't say no." Her slave was
pulling her dress back on.

"You filthy slut. I'll have him whipped and if I catch you
fornicatin again, you'll feel the lash too. Now leave me alone."

Betty scrambled out of the cabin as Elizabeth walked over to her
cot to lay down. She couldn't shake the image of the negro's
erect penis from her mind. It was so much bigger then her
husband's. Longer, thicker, and harder then she had ever seen the
Lord Wordsworth's penis.

********************

Moby held his head high as the sailors pulled the ropes, leaving
him spread eagled on the deck. He had been stripped down to a
loin cloth and the head of his obscene penis could be seen
dangling down past the cloth. A big, ugly, gap toothed sailor
tested the lash before bringing it down hard across Moby's back.

The sailors cheered as the first red stripe appeared on the
negro's back. Discipline was tough on his Britannic majesty's
ships and the crew was glad to see someone else feeling the lash
for a change. Captain Hanson stood on the upper deck with his
hands clasped behind his back. His face showed no expression as
he watched the lash come down again. Lady Wordsworth stood
silently by his side. Moby didn't cry out until the tenth lash.
By then his back was a bloody, lacerated mess.

"Shall we continue, my Lady?" asked the Captain.

Lady Wordsworth grimaced. She hadn't realized it was this bloody.
Moby was a proud buck and this wasn't the first time he had been
caught fornicatin. In fact, several female slaves claimed he had
fathered their children. Moby had been beaten before, but
apparently disciplining him never took.

"Yes Captain," she said. "Give him all twenty."

Moby passed out after three more. By then the sailors had quit
cheering. The black man's will power impressed even the hard
crew. The gap-toothed sailor was a cruel man and never slackened
off on his lashing until the final blow had been struck. Two
sailors cut Moby down and dragged him across the deck.

The beaten slave came too and looked up just as he passed Lady
Wordsworth.

"Moby why?" she asked.

"I needs to cum," he hissed as the sailors carried him off to the
ship's doctor. He was a valuable piece of property and would
receive the best treatment the ship had to offer.

********************

The ship had to shelter in Bermuda for a few days waiting for a
squall to blow over. A week after Moby's whipping, the ship was
nearing the Carolina coast in route for Charles' Towne, when the
lookout yelled. "Sail ho."

Lady Wordsworth happened to be by Captain Hanson when the ships
were spotted. She walked over as he pulled out a spyglass. "Three
of them," mumbled the captain. "It's a small flotilla."

"More of the king's own, Captain?" asked Elizabeth.

"Most likely, my Lady." The Captain put his scope away and
ignored the ships for the time being. England was at peace for
once and it was unlikely pirates would be this close to Charles'
Towne. Still, the captain checked the wind in case they needed to
run. The ship was only a merchantman of twelve guns and carried a
small contingent of marines at the request of Lord Wordsworth as
they transported his wife from his estates in the Virgin Islands.

The captain was watching the men go about their business when the
lookout called down that the ships were headed their way. Captain
Hanson pulled his telescope back out and turned it on the ships.

"I'd guess about forty guns," muttered the captain about the
larger ship. The ship ran up it's flag and Hansen turned the
telescope on it. The flag was black and bore a skeletal figure
carrying a red hourglass in one hand and a spear in the other.
"Pirates," yelled the captain, "bring her about, full canvas."

The sailors went into a frenzy as they ran up all the sails, but
even Lady Wordsworth could tell the larger pirate ship would
catch them. The wind was behind it and it had already closed to
within three miles.

"Mr. Burke," said the Captain to the nearest midshipman, "show
Lady Wordsworth below and clear the decks for action."

"Aye aye, sir. Clear the decks for action," yelled Burke. The
crew began throwing buckets of sand on the decks and rolling out
casks of gunpowder.

Elizabeth was lead to a spot below decks with Betty and Moby. It
was under the waterline and considered safe during action.
Elizabeth hated not knowing what was going on above decks. The
three had sat in semi-darkness for what felt like hours when she
heard the cannons roar. The ship tilted to the right as it fired
at the pirate. The pirate answered back and the ship jerked as
dozens of cannon opened fire on it. Lady Wordsworth shuddered
along with the ship and the sounds of screams drifted down from
above decks.

The ship groaned and something scraped the sides. Elizabeth
couldn't take it any more. She had to know what was going on
above deck. "Moby, get up there and have a look around, then come
back and tell me what's going on."

Moby looked at her like she was crazy, but remembered the beating
he had received. The big slave stood up, crouching in the
confined space and left the room.

********************

Moby walked up on deck and into a battle. The first thing he saw
was the white devil himself. The man was dueling with the chief
of the ship. His face was covered in dark black hair and the
smoke of hell rose from his beard. The second thing he saw was
the mean gap-toothed sailor that had whipped him. The man was
nearby clutching a wound in his thigh that was spurting blood.
The man saw Moby and handed him a cutlass off a dead pirate.
"Here ya go, ya dumb negro buck. We needs help fightin. It's
every man for hisself."

The sailor seemed surprised when the dumb look left the slave's
face to be replaced by a cunning look of fury. The slave reversed
the blade and the last thing the sailor felt was cold steel
ripping up through his belly.

Moby stood up tall feeling like a true man for the first time in
years. The other ship had drifted apart from his own and he could
see it crammed full of pirates waiting to get onto his ship. The
chief appeared to be getting the best of the devil and Moby
quickly made up his mind who he would help.

Captain Hanson's back was to Moby as the slave slowly moved
through the melee towards him, cutlass raised.

********************

Elizabeth and Betty screamed as the evil looking men entered the
hold. They grabbed the two women and hauled them on deck. The
ship had been taken.

Elizabeth was dragged before a foppish looking dandy who didn't
fit in well amongst the pirates. She addressed him as if he were
the leader. "Captain, I am the wife of the Lord Wordsworth. I
trust we'll be treated with the respect do my station."

"He ain't in charge here Lady. I am," said a voice behind her.

Elizabeth turned and stared into the face of pure evil. Smoke
arose from slow burning matches tied to his large black beard.
His face was frozen in a perpetual scowl. The man wore a brace of
pistols across his chest and she could smell the sulfur from
where he had fired them. "I'm sure my husband will pay a large
ransom, Captain..."

"Blackbeard. I appear to have all the loot I need at the moment
from this fine ship Lady, but my men do need female
companionship."

"Then take my mulatto slave here," said Elizabeth. "She enjoys
fornicatin. I'm sure you wouldn't mistreat a Lady, Captain."

"Lets discuss this further in my cabin, my Lady," said Blackbeard
bowing to her. He turned to the fop. "Stede, take command of this
ship. Lady Wordsworth and I will be going back to the 'Revenge.
Tell the men they may use the slave bitch." Blackbeard stuck out
his arm and Elizabeth took it as two pirates grabbed Betty.

"No Miss 'lizabeth, stop them" cried Betty as the pirates led her
off.

********************

Elizabeth sat straight in a chair in Blackbeard's cabin waiting
for the captain to return from issuing orders. The room was well
decorated with the loot of many nations and it was lit by a
single lamp. The door swung open and Blackbeard entered the
cabin. "Well Lady Wordsworth, I've taken your request into
consideration and decided that my men need relief more then I
need gold. They're lusty men, Lady. I'm afraid of what they might
do if they don't get any women soon."

Elizabeth turned pale. "Surely you can't be serious. My husband
will see you hanged if they harm me."

"I'll be hung no matter what I do to you, my Lady. There is one
alternative though."

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. "Anything Captain."

"As Captain, I'm entitled to selecting a woman prisoner as my
share of the prize, but I'm not about to give up all the gold I'm
due from this fat merchantman."

"Captain, I can tell you are a gentleman. You must protect me."

"Your ship was worth a lot of loot, Lady. "You're going to have
to make it worth my while."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a lusty man myself, Lady."

Elizabeth's eyes went wide as she realized what he was talking
about. "You're not suggesting..."

"I am indeed. You give your body willingly to me or I give you to
the crew. I'll release you in Charles' Towne. Your husband need
never know."

"You're mad, you're a scoundrel. I could never..."

"It's your decision Lady Wordsworth, but I beg you consider it
well. Let me show you something." Blackbeard walked over to the
door of his cabin and opened it. Elizabeth stood and followed
him. Through the door she could see several dirty, ugly men
standing around passing one of her bottles of wine back and
forth. They stared at her, their eyes roaming down her body.
Elizabeth was a busty, but thin woman. Plump, healthy women were
considered attractive, but Elizabeth couldn't seem to gain
weight. Still, the men were eyeing her like they could see
through her dress and liked what they saw.

Beyond them was what really made up her mind for her. Betty was
dancing naked before a small group of men. As Elizabeth watched,
a pirate pulled out his penis and Betty fell to her knees, taking
the man in her mouth. Her slave was smiling as she performed this
particular perversion. Elizabeth looked at the mixed crew. There
were negroes, Indians, and even what could only have been a
Chinaman amongst them.

"It's them or me Lady," said Blackbeard.

The Lady Elizabeth Wordsworth gulped and said, "What do you want
me to do?"

"I need to get back up on deck, so to start, you could just give
me a good cock-suckin.

"What do you mean?"

"Put your mouth around my cock and suck on it," said Blackbeard
pointing towards his crotch. Elizabeth's eyes opened wide in
horror as she realized he wanted her to do what her slave girl
was doing to the pirate on deck.

Blackbeard began untying his britches. "Kneel before me," ordered
the pirate Captain.

Elizabeth felt she was in a living nightmare as she fell to her
knees before the ugly pirate. Her only solace was in the fact
that doing this would protect her virtue a little longer. Lord
Wordsworth would need days to recover after orgasming and
Blackbeard couldn't be any better..

"Take it out," said Blackbeard.

Elizabeth's hand was shaking as she reached out and grabbed the
waist of Blackbeard's breeches. She pulled it out then down. The
pirate's hairy belly revealed itself, then his equally hairy
crotch which resembled his beard only in miniature. She frowned
as the thick root of his manhood appeared and continued to appear
as she pulled the breeches further down. The thick root swelled
up until it was crisscrossed with huge puffy veins and his rod
was straining against the breeches as it tried to rise. Finally,
Elizabeth freed the head and Blackbeard's large penis shot
upwards to hover menacingly before her mouth.

Elizabeth stared cross-eyed down the long shaft. The head had
emerged from his foreskin. It seemed to be at least half the size
of her fist and the shaft was as big as her wrist. It was
probably twice the size of her husband's, but still about a
finger's length shorter then Moby's monster cock had been.

"Impressed, my Lady?" asked Blackbeard.

Elizabeth didn't dignify his question with an answer, but a chill
traveled up her spine and the area between her legs suddenly
seemed wet and clammy with fear. "What do I do?" she asked.

"First, kiss all over it."

Elizabeth leaned forward and kissed the angry red cock of the
devil himself. She shivered from the chill again and felt her
large nipples hardening underneath her bodice. After the first
kiss, the rest was easier. She kissed all around the plump head
and then down the shaft. The pirate even assisted her, lifting
his cock up so that she could kiss the underside and shoving his
hairy ball sack against her lips until she kissed that too.

"Now lick it with your tongue."

Elizabeth stuck out her tongue and ran it up Blackbeard's shaft
to the tip, then around his cock head. She pulled back his
foreskin and licked the large ridge, then up across the pee-slit.

"Take it in your mouth."

Elizabeth parted her lips and pushed his cock-head into her
mouth. She continued to run her tongue around the tip, hoping it
would be enough, but Blackbeard wasn't satisfied. He grabbed the
back of her head and forced his cock into her throat until she
was forced to breath through her nose or gag to death. She got
over the initial fear of choking and soon her throat learned to
accommodate him as he began pumping his cock into her mouth.

The clammy feeling between her thighs was worse then ever and the
whole area felt positively soaked with perspiration. Plus, she
felt an itch growing deep within her womanhood. There was
something primal about kneeling before an endowed dominant male
that she had never felt before. Taking the thick, long shaft,
feeling the pulsing veins and its hardness gave her a greater
appreciation for Blackbeard's cock. It was truly a magnificent
specimen of a male sex organ. Elizabeth wasn't quite willing to
admit it, but she enjoyed worshipping the pirate's massive cock
with her mouth and she realized the moisture on her thighs was
from her body responding to the lewd act she was performing.

After many minutes, Blackbeard's cock seemed to swell as he
pumped it back and forth into her mouth. The head grew so much,
she feared it would wedge in her throat and choke her to death.
Then, with little warning, his cock jerked and a large wad of his
seed slid down her throat. Blackbeard pulled back so that his
next wad filled her mouth and she quickly swallowed that to keep
from choking. He pulled his cock out entirely and shot one last
wad across her face. When he was done cumming, Blackbeard wiped
his rapidly shrinking cock across her face and stuffed it back
into his breeches. "I'll be back shortly," he said. "Remove your
clothes and wait on the cot."

Elizabeth remained on her knees as the pirate captain left the
cabin. The man was evil, ugly, and the devil made flesh, but she
had enjoyed being dominated by him. She flushed with shame at
what had just happened.

Elizabeth stood and began the long process of removing her dress.
Usually, she had Betty to help her, but her slave girl was out
serving the needs of the crew so that her mistress wouldn't have
to. Elizabeth blushed again as her body slowly revealed itself.
There was no hiding the tell-tale signs of arousal on her body.
Her skin was flushed and her nipples were as swollen and red as
Blackbeard's cock. They were sore as her dress scraped across
them. The area between her thighs was soaked and radiated warmth
through her body.

Elizabeth had never been this exposed before. Fornicating with
her husband consisted of raising her night clothes around her
waist while he mounted her in the dark. She blew out the lantern
before loosening her long, curly brown hair until it cascaded
down her back and then she laid down on the cot.

Elizabeth was a very attractive woman and she often turned heads,
though healthy, plumper women were considered the pinnacle of
beauty at the time. Sex for her had never been enjoyable and
thankfully the Lord Wordsworth didn't want it all that often. As
she waited on the cot through several bells, she found herself
anticipating Blackbeard's return. Her arousal never diminished,
instead it grew worse and Elizabeth moaned as she placed her
hands between her legs to cap the flow of juices.

The cabin door flung open and she could see Blackbeard's
silhouette against the moonlight. Then the door closed as they
were plunged back into darkness. "Are you ready?" asked
Blackbeard and she heard him stripping off his clothes.

"Yes Captain," she replied.

Elizabeth felt Blackbeard climb on the cot between her legs and
one meaty finger probed her crotch. Finding her soaked, he wasted
no time in pulling her legs apart and placing the head of his
mighty cock against her womanhood.

Blackbeard hooked his arms under her knees and thrust forward
slowly. Elizabeth moaned as she opened for the big cock head and
then closed as it entered her. He worked it in and out a little,
pushing more in as her juices lubricated the shaft. Her vagina
stretched wide as the thick part under his cock head entered her.
"You're too big," she cried struggling as Blackbeard's cock
pushed deeper then her husband had ever been. Blackbeard held her
legs tightly as she struggled, pushing more in. It seemed a lot
bigger then it had in her throat, but her vagina was lubricating
and stretching out to accommodate it. Soon, the shaft was
stimulating areas that had never been reached before and
Elizabeth moaned with pleasure as her body began responding to
the large invader.

Elizabeth's eyes opened wide with disbelief as her crotch seemed
to explode with a fury that rocked her whole body with pleasure.
She had never felt anything like it before.

"Tell me you love my cock," said Blackbeard's disembodied voice.

"I-I love it," said Elizabeth. "I love your big cock. I've never
felt anything so good."

"You've never been fucked like this. Beg me to fuck you."

"Oh Captain, fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock. It's so good.
It's happening again. I feel like I'm going to explode."
Elizabeth now understood why Betty like fornicating so much. It
could be pleasurable.

Blackbeard leaned forward crushing her beneath his body and her
feeling of pleasure grew as she was engulfed by his weight. He
kissed her, not like a gentleman, but like an animal shoving his
tongue deep into her mouth until she tongued him back. His smooth
chin ran across her cheek as he kissed her. Smooth chin?
"Captain, where's your beard?"

Blackbeard chuckled and lit a match. He was sitting beside the
bed still dressed. He lit the lantern and the room filled with
light.

"No! Dear god, no. Oh yeeesss it's cumming again," cried
Elizabeth as it was too late to stop the huge orgasm despite her
horror at seeing Moby's black face above her. She screamed in
pleasure, wrapping her legs around Moby's thrusting hips, seeing
him wince as her nails dug into his scarred back.

"I told you, bitch, I needs to cum," he growled and cum he did.
Moby's massive cock sent what felt like a pail full of sperm deep
into her womb prolonging her orgasm until it was almost
unbearable and she fainted as her body writhed in pleasure
beneath her former slaves.

When Elizabeth awoke, she was still covered by her muscular
slave, who incredibly, was still hard and inside her. He began
slowly thrusting his hips and her body began to immediately
respond, her own hips rising to meet his thrusts.

"Mobutu here saved my life, Lady," said Blackbeard. The pirate
stood beside the cot now naked. His large cock was hard and
rampant beneath his hairy body. "I offered him a reward and all
he wanted was to be the first to turn you into a whore. Turn her
over Mobutu."

Moby, now Mobutu grinned at her evilly and rolled her over so
that she was astride him, impaled by his big cock. Blackbeard
crawled on the bed behind her and she felt him pulling apart the
cheeks of her rear. Blackbeard placed the head of his cock
against her anus and pushed. Elizabeth cried out in pain, but
Blackbeard had coated his cock with honey and he pushed it deep
into her ass.

Soon, she grew used to feeling both cocks inside her and
Elizabeth's body began to respond again. She fucked them back,
cumming again and again as their cocks slid back and forth deep
inside her. The two men fucked her like that for a long time
before filling her up with more sperm.

Towards dawn, Moby made her suck him off and she attacked his
huge black cock with a newfound enthusiasm, eagerly swallowing
his huge load of cum.

"What now?" she asked, licking sperm off her lips.

Blackbeard picked her naked body up in his arms and she giggled
with delight. "Why Lady Wordsworth, you're just getting started."
Blackbeard carried her to his cabin door and set her down. He
shoved her nude body out onto the deck. Elizabeth looked at
Blackbeard's face as she heard his crew cheer behind her. "But
you said, you wouldn't give me to the crew."

"I lied," said Blackbeard slamming his door shut.

THE END