The Damsel Pirate (bondage story)

What follows is both a true account of the final, or perhaps we should say conclusive, meeting between the two notorious pirates Elizabeth Hill and William Bloodworth, and a loosely, even recklessly edited version of an RP between the present writer - who takes responsibility for any editing errors - and the wonderfully talented ContinentalCo. It features bondage, humiliation and sexual themes; reader discretion is advised.

The pirate captain was excessively beautiful, with glossy dark hair, hypnotic green eyes and a figure to die for. She was verifiably deadly, having killed twenty-seven men that she knew of and very likely twice as many without realising. But more than anything else she was arrogant.

Arrogance makes a man bold, and a woman doubly so; and it is possible that with less arrogance she would not have risen to such heights at so young an age. But it can also make a pirate laugh in the face of perils she should better avoid, and it might have been wiser not to have rowed ashore under cover of darkness when an enormous reward had been offered for her capture, nor to have slipped into the town in disguise. Whether this was a wise course of action or not, the pirate captain had a tankard of beer in her hand, a pair of pistols in her belt and a sack of gold coins in her coat, and felt that all was right with the world.

Unfortunately for Elizabeth - that being the name of our pirate captain, whose face was prettier than her name, but whose name was a great deal prettier than her deeds - the night was not destined to end well. For the man who had just walked through the door was a singular specimen. It wasn't merely that he was handsome, and hard, and not to be trifled with: in a port town such men are ten to a shilling. Nor was it that he had very good reason to wish Elizabeth ill, for who did not? Rather, what made William Bloodworth unusual was that he had known the pirate captain intimately enough to recognise her in a darkened tavern, even in disguise, and he had lived to tell the tale.

William

'Tis true: I would have known that wench anywhere. She was prettier than hell, and meaner too. Soon as I walked in the door, I knew it was her. I walked over to her shadowy alcove and sat down uninvited, dumping a coil of stout cord and a handful of cloths on the table.

"Recognise me do you, lass?" I growled. "We've got things to discuss, you and I."

Elizabeth

A little tipsy, and not even looking at the man, I pushed the ropes and the fabric away from me over the table. Then I crossed my legs in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest, somewhat defensively.

"I don't know who you are, but I'm not interested in buying nothing. If you want some company, go look for a whore. Now get out of my sight and let me enjoy my beer. Otherwise, you'll taste my bullets."

Waiting for him to leave me alone, I played at holding my hat in the air with one foot. The beer was having an effect on me. But he wasn't leaving. I looked at him discreetly, thinking that maybe he was a secret admirer, a wooer or something. Was that face familiar?

William

Crossing her arms drew attention to her pretty breasts, small but pert and framed by a white blouse unbuttoned down to the top of her tight corset. I wondered if she was trying to seduce me. The idea was pleasing.

"Don't like the ropes, eh, missy? That's a shame, because you're gonna be wearing them afore the night's out."

I casually reached over and picked up her tankard of beer, looking her in the eye while I drained it to the dregs.

"If I shouted your name, wench, every cutthroat and scoundrel in here would be falling over themselves to snatch you and claim the reward. So how's about you treat an old friend with a little more respect, eh? You could start by making me a gift of those pistols you're playing with under your cloak. Then perhaps we can talk about adjusting your outfit a little. You're a pretty little thing, you just need to be displayed properly."

Elizabeth

My eyes opened wide with fear as I suddenly remembered. He was the captain of the first ship I served on, until I stole a chest of gold and one of the boats and escaped. He made himself respected by the whole crew. No man dared to disobey his orders. He was now older but still good-looking, and I would bet he was as tough and disciplined as ever.

I sat straight on my chair and bent over the table in order to have more intimacy. He wasn't looking at my face.

"What do you want from me?" I whispered, worried, and aware I was at his mercy. "I can give you money. Please, don't reveal my identity to these people, or use that rope on me. I'm sure we can reach an agreement... don't you think?"

I looked him in the eye pleadingly, as if I was a little girl who had been caught in a mischief. I trusted in my abilities to take advantage of his compassion. I had experience in that.

William

"Well now... Mayhaps I could be persuaded to keep your secret. The last thing we want is to see you bound with chains and marched off to the gallows. What a shame that would be. What a waste of a fine pretty young wench."

I licked my lips, looking up and down her trim, tight body.

"A pretty little thing like you is used to getting her own way, I suppose. What would you do to persuade me? Offer a kiss from those sweet lips, perhaps? I can't say as the idea is unappealing, madam, but a fierce tigress like you... I'd need to be taking precautions to protect meself. I don't want to be nursing a bullet in the gut or a cutlass between the ribs. So how's about we start by handing over them weapons you've got, and maybe you should take off the cloak too, just so I can see what you're up to. I wouldn't worry about being noticed, it's plenty shadowy over here."

Elizabeth

There was a little more grey in his dark hair and beard than I remembered, but the tone of command in his voice was exactly the same. How was it I never ended up in his bed? I bit my lip, reluctant at the thought of handing over my weapons. But, since I had no choice, I unbuckled my belt and placed it on the table along with my pistols. I looked at him spitefully.

"There's no need to do this. You're leaving me without the means to defend myself." I crossed my arms again, annoyed. Then he reminded me I had to take my cloak off too. I let it fall to the floor.

I felt exposed, even though we were hidden from the rest of the people. Now he had a clear view of the thin white blouse over my corset, unbuttoned to my cleavage. I followed his eyes and realised I was leaving too much on display. I rushed to cover myself.

William

I picked up the pistols and dropped them discreetly into a sack next to me, and pulled tight the cord around its neck.

"I hope you're not trying to obstruct my view, missy," I said, smiling. "You should be trying to act friendly if you want your secret to stay secret. And you certainly haven't got anything to be ashamed of. Those tits of yours are as shapely as two sweet round apples. I wouldn't mind getting my teeth around them and having a good taste!"

I chuckled, gazing at the smooth silky skin of her breasts and throat, and wondered what the rest of her looked like under the shirt and corset and tight leather breeches. She was a heavenly creature. Then I remembered what I was about.

"About that kiss," I began. "Nothing would please me more than to oblige you, but I fear you will snatch a knife from the table while our lips are locked and gut me like a fish. I seem to remember you killin' a man that way more than once. So here's my proposition: I'll rope your wrists together behind your back, good and tight so you can't slip free, and then we can concentrate on our kiss without worrying about checking the tavern for knives. And I bet my view would be better that way, too.

"Of course, if you're not in the mood for a kiss, I could always find other things to do with my lips... like maybe talking to the other gentlemen in here about a certain lady I was once lucky enough to sail with..."

Elizabeth

I snorted and rolled my eyes, blowing my bangs out of my eyes in frustration. There must be some way out of this. I just had to play for time, perhaps by appealing to his baser instincts.

"All right Billy... As you say."

I stood up and walked slowly around the table, then turned and bent over with my hands behind my back, offering them to him. Since his eyes were at the height of my hips, he could take a good look at my rear too. I was proud of my arse, which was pert and pleasingly round.

"Please William... don't tie me too tight," I requested in the submissive, flirty tone men enjoy so much. This seemed the best way to distract William from thoughts of revenge, but my cheeks were red with embarrassment. As you will imagine, I'm not the kind of girl who is used to begging for mercy.

Now I had taken a closer look at him, I could see that the years had been kind. His black bushy beard, dotted with grey, gave him a masculine and experienced appearance.

William

"That's more like it. This is a new side to you, Betty: respectful and obedient. I enjoy seeing you meek and humble. But I'm afraid tying you loosely would defeat the purpose. I would find it much more convenient to bind you tightly and inescapably. So let's see how tight we can cinch these ropes, shall we?"

I took her wrists, looped a thin piece of cord four times around them and yanked it viciously tight, biting into her smooth, soft skin. Then I secured the cord with a triple knot of fiendish complexity. There was no chance of that pretty wench slipping a knot tied by William Bloodworth.

I put my strong hands on her hips and manhandled her into a position facing me.

"There now: the tigress is unable to claw at me. You look good helpless, wench, a neatly bound captive. And I very much prefer looking at your tits without those hands of yours blocking the view. Much better to have them trussed behind your back. Now, come here and give me a kiss."

I reached out and grabbed the front of her white shirt, and pulled her towards me.

Elizabeth

"Don't you dare to-mmmph!!"

The scoundrel's strength was irresistible, and his lips met mine, his tongue trying to slip inside my mouth. His beard tickled and his breath smelt like alcohol, but for some reason I didn't resist very much. I closed my eyes and blushed as he kept me close with one rough, tanned hand while the other opened my blouse and pulled down my corset, revealing my breasts and their hard, pointy nipples.

With my hands tied tightly behind me I could not hide my perky tits and aroused nipples from his gaze. "Ght ahff!!" I demanded, my mouth covered by his. His teeth bit my lips sweetly before giving me a break.

"You're disgusting," I whispered angrily, his face still close to mine. "I hate you, and you will pay for putting me in this humiliating position." But his blue eyes burned into me so deeply that I was overwhelmed with embarrassment and looked away.

William

I laughed at her embarrassment.

"You're not used to being a prisoner, are you Betty? You're used to being in control, but now you're a man's helpless captive. Poor sweet damsel. I could push you out into the room if you'd prefer, so everyone can see you trussed and humiliated, everyone can enjoy your naked breasts and laugh at your helplessness. Or you could stay here in the shadows with me, if you'd prefer?"

She nodded sheepishly.

"Very well. I think you're still a little too... free for my liking. Turn around and I'll bind your elbows nice and tight. Just so we can be sure there's no danger of you escaping."

I lazily twirled another piece of rope, smiling at the wench's discomfort and waiting for her to obey.

Elizabeth

I looked down and pouted my lips, humiliated. There was nothing for it but to obey the scoundrel's demands. I turned around, offering him my arms with the wrists already tied together.

"Listen, William. I promise I won't try to escape. This is not necessary. With my hands tied behind my back I'm defenceless. Don't do this..."

Soon I felt his strong and experienced hands guiding my elbows together, forcing me to arch my back. "Please! We can kiss each other again... but do not do this to me."

I was starting to feel too vulnerable and exposed; it was more than my pride could take. No one had ever treated me this way. But I felt confused... There was something about having my hands bound by this old captain, being manhandled and overpowered, that turned me on. I tried to fight it.

"You know you're much older than me, right?" I whispered over my shoulder. "Being tall and handsome doesn't stop you being an old pervert."

William

"Aye, girl, I suppose that's exactly what I am! An old pervert who loves binding pretty young damsels, then having his wicked way with them when they're helpless. I confess there is nothing I like better."

I grabbed Betty's arms and pushed them together, gently but firmly, until the elbows touched, eliciting squeaks of protest from her pretty mouth as her back arched and her breasts were forced out even more. Quick as a flash I lashed her elbows tightly together with thin cord and secured it with another triple knot. Still holding her bound arms with my left hand, easily keeping her under control with almost no effort at all, I started to spank her lovely round arse with my other hand.

"You know, wench, I've often dreamed of having you like this. Helpless, humiliated, and at my mercy. I can really enjoy my revenge this way. There's absolutely nothing you can do to resist me now... unless you want to call for the watchman, which I don't think would work out well for you. I'm sure you don't want to be seen like this, do you? Far better to give old Billy his fun for a while then be on your way when I'm satisfied, eh?"

I peered over her shoulder to get another eyeful of that delicious bosom, which was jutting out like the figurehead on a ship.

"You're wearing too much, I think. That shirt and corset need to go."

I fumbled round for a knife, and planned where to make the first cut.

Elizabeth

I let out a shocked yelp when I felt his hands on my posterior. My face turned red... but behind all the anger I felt against this dreadful, heartless man, there was a hint of pleasure. I was turned on.

I shook my body, offering a little resistance when he stood up and gazed at my breasts over my shoulder. I felt his manly beard on my neck, tickling my soft skin. Then he whispered to me that he was going to cut off my clothes.

I turned to face him and, once more, our faces were very close... maybe too close. I looked into those deep blue eyes, then at his lips.

"Listen, Billy. If you humiliate me like that I swear to God I'm gonna kill you when I see you again. You will pay for what you're doing."

The scoundrel didn't listen to me, or perhaps didn't care. Because with two cuts of his big knife my shirt and corset fell down in pieces, leaving my pale and curvaceous bust naked and exposed. It was so embarrassing: I didn't know where to look. My eyes went to the ceiling and remained there. I bit my lips with frustration. The cold air of the tavern gave me goosebumps and I felt my nipples going hard again.

I could feel him behind me, looking at my tits over my shoulder, his warm and alcoholic breath on my nape.

"Okay... is that enough for you, Bill?"

William

"Oh no, missy, we're jus' getting started!"

I turned the wench around to face me and sat her on my lap, arms tightly trussed behind her back, chest arched outwards, tits exposed. She must have felt my lust growing through her tight leather breeches.

"Comfortable, girlie? I can do anything I like with you, and you can't do a damn thing about it. And just think: a few feet away there's a crowd of people who'd love to see you bound and naked like this. It would make their year! Should I tell them you're here? Carry you out from this shadowy lil' nook?"

I was groping her perky breasts while I gloated and laughed. She wriggled and writhed but couldn't escape my attentions, and blushed at the idea of being exposed publicly as a humiliated captive.

"There's plenty more rope in the sack, Betty. Which part of you shall I bind next? I'll let you decide. Shall I rope up your legs all neat and helpless, or shall I tie up your chest a little more? Everyone says Billy Bloodworth is a proper gentleman, and the lady's wish is my command."

I chuckled, and added: "Of course, if the lady doesn't make a choice I'll have to go with me own preference, and she might not enjoy that so much. So let me know how you'd like to be bound next, and make sure to call me sir while you do it."

Elizabeth

Oh no. It was so humiliating. Sitting on his lap as if I were a little girl. I looked down at the floor in embarrassment and said: "Please don't show me to these people, sir."

I had never felt this defeated and humiliated, but despite it all I felt like I was enjoying myself. The tight rope restraining me, the feeling of this captain's hands groping my nude torso... I think it turned me on. He was being disrespectful and inappropriate with me, but I couldn't deny he knew how to touch me. I wondered how many girls he'd treated this way.

Going back to reality, I tried to think which part of my body I should ask him to tie up next. If there was a chance to escape, I would need my legs and feet free to run away.

"Please tie my chest a little more, sir," I requested in a shy and girlish voice. "Pin my arms to my torso with a harness of rope. You're a very experienced sailorman, so that won't be a problem for you."

I shivered when his rough hands ran across the naked skin of my hips, my back and my tits. I felt so vulnerable...

William

"Anything you say, wench. I would never deny a lady her dearest wish. One bound chest, coming up!"

I grabbed a coil of rope from my sack and started looping it around Betty's chest, the first four or five loops sitting snugly above her pert breasts and the rest below. I yanked each loop as tight as I could, the rope biting into the damsel's soft skin and making her flinch with discomfort.

She was obviously unable to slip free of what was already a tight harness about her arms and torso, but I hadn't finished. I ran the rope forward over one shoulder, hooked it under the lower ropes in front, yanked upwards, took it back over the other shoulder and secured it together behind her neck with a tight knot. This lifted and framed her tits, putting them on display like the wares in a shop.

"You look good this way, girlie," I commented, leering at her helpless upper body. "Your arms are held neatly and securely behind your back, well out of the way of the good stuff at the front, and this rope corset I've woven for you presents your tits to best advantage and prevents you from hiding them from view. Much better than those silly garments you were wearing before. You're a lovely, helpless little decoration for me to enjoy. It seems a shame not to let everyone share the pleasure..."

And I looked again at the crowd in the brightly lit centre of the room, absent-mindedly caressing the soft skin of her tits and waist with one strong calloused hand while the other held her still.

"If we've finished binding you up nice and tight, it's probably time to introduce you to the room. Unless there's anything else you'd like me to do with the rope and cloth in my bag? As I say, the lady is in charge... within reason, of course."

Elizabeth

I turned to look at the rabble he wanted to present me to: drunkards, swindlers, bounty hunters. All of them rough men, ugly and smelly. I shook my head and faced William again, snuggling into him and pleading with my eyes. It was like I needed him to rescue me from those people, even though he was the one who had roped me up and turned me into a prisoner!

"You would never do that, would you Billy? I'm begging you. Let's see... you still need to tie my legs and my feet together, right?"

For some reason I felt secure with him. It's true he was an old pervert taking obvious delight from putting me in the most humiliating situation I had ever experienced, but he was preferable to the others. Having my upper body completely naked made me feel cold, but his large, rough hands cupping my breasts felt warm and protective. Not that I was completely ready to submit to his desires just yet.

"Oh, and I forgot..." I added. "Get your hands off me."

William

"Aye, wench, I'll take me hands off you... just as soon as I've finished taking my pleasures. Now let's get those breeches off them fine legs of yours."

I lifted her easily and stood her up in front of me, pausing a moment to enjoy the sight: my proud, wilful enemy humbled, defeated, exposed and bound. And blushing with a mixture of shame and... pleasure?!

Smiling to myself I reached out and grabbed Betty's dark leather belt, which I undid and slid free.

"Perhaps this will come in handy later," I mused. I slid her leather breeches down her soft silky legs, marvelling at the flawless purity of her skin.

"How does a pirate wench keep herself so pretty?" I laughed. "You've been shirking from your duties, I'll warrant. Perhaps I'll need to set you to work on me ship. Washing the clothes and serving the men their dinner, like a wench ought to do."

Grabbing yet another coil of rope, I methodically bound her legs at ankle, calf, knee and thigh, cinching the rope impossibly tight at each point until she mewled for mercy.

"There now. You'll not be tempted to go running off, now, will you missy. A nicely bound prisoner for ol' Billy to enjoy."

I reached out and grabbed the rope bindings around her chest and pulled her towards me, so she was forced to hop unsteadily into my arms and plop down on my lap.

"What shall we do with you next, lass?"

Elizabeth

I couldn't believe my predicament. I had never been this helpless. A few moments ago I had regarded myself with pride as a powerful and feared pirate, an independent woman who had carved out her own fortune through boldness and skill. Now I was just a submissive and vulnerable damsel clothed in nothing but ropes. I was in his hands, completely and utterly.

But the truth was that, shamefully, secretly, I wasn't sure I really minded. I felt good sitting on his lap. I felt secure. The thing that scared me was the idea of being exposed to that disgusting crowd, which meant I needed to play for time.

"What to do now, you say?" I looked up and tried to think of something as he kept caressing my naked restrained body. "Well, why don't you order another beer, we talk for a little while and then you let me go? I think this is enough punishment for robbing your gold... right, William? I'll forget all of this embarrassing situation if you let me go."

I looked him in the eye, waiting for an answer. He was so close. I expected him to accept my offer and let me go after he'd had enough fun. His smile was full of vanity and sarcasm. I hated him but... I was so turned on.

William

"Aye, another beer would suit me fine. Go and fetch it for me then, serving wench."

I smacked her on the arse and laughed at her horrified expression.

"No? Ha ha! Maybe later then. Be nice to see you hopping over to the bar all bound and naked, in front of all those people. But we can stay here and talk a little longer if her ladyship would prefer. You're a pretty thing, and decent enough company. And who knows, maybe I'll let you go afterwards if you show yourself to be suitably obedient and submissive."

I leant down and kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue mingling with hers and my stubble tickling her cheeks.

"I hate to spoil the conversation, madam, but I've got a little more rope left in my sack and it seems a shame to waste it. I think you'll like this one though, lass."

Elizabeth

He whispered into my ear and ordered me to get up, emphasising his words with a loving pat on my arse. I got off his lap and stood on my bound feet, trying not to lose my balance. I almost fell to the floor, but he held me by the hips. What a gentleman.

"Now hold still, my dear," he ordered, while looping a new cord around my waist several times. He gave the rope a hard yank to tighten it around my body.

"What are you doing now, sir?" I looked at him with a worried gaze, waiting for an answer.

William

"Be silent, wench," I told her, "unless you wish to be gagged."

I tied a knot in the loose end of the rope, then pulled it up between her soft thighs so that it slipped deep inside her, the knot pressing and rubbing against her most intimate parts. I tied it tightly in place, and she found she could not escape the maddening friction and stimulation of the rope unless she remained completely and perfectly still.

"You may speak now, missy," I smiled. "Thank me for your gift."

Elizabeth

"Oh... William... Damn it..."

I couldn't help moaning after every slight movement. The ropes tightening and rubbing against my intimate parts made me wobble and I almost fell down. Luckily for me, he responded quickly once again and held me by the waist, keeping me from getting hurt. Then his hands began roaming my nude body, squeezing here and there. I rolled my eyes, overwhelmed by the feeling of this damn rope on my mound, and his groping. I was sweating now.

"I'm still waiting for your gratitude," he said, and pinched my nipple.

"Thank... thank you, William," I said in a girlish tone as I looked at him shyly. I could feel myself blushing from pleasure and embarrassment.

He chuckled and looked into my eyes, his gaze blue and cold. "You're enjoying this... aren't you, wench?" I looked away, refusing to answer. I needed to sit down and have a rest.

"Please... William... Can I sit on your lap?" I asked. This was so degrading.

William

"Hmmm." I considered it. "No, I think you will remain standing for now. You really are a lazy little thing, aren't you? We shall have to work you hard, and beat you soundly when you shirk your duties. And that is quite enough talking from you, wench. I warned you about the consequences of excessive chatter. Serving wenches should be seen and not heard."

Never taking my eyes off her, I slowly reached into the sack and pulled out a length of soft fabric, scarlet with white spots. Fingers moving fast, I tied a thick knot in the centre, then beckoned her to hop forward.

"Ask me to gag you," I said. "And don't forget to call me sir."

Elizabeth

Just when I thought I couldn't be any more humiliated, he came up with that gag. I hated him, and if looks could kill, he would be long dead. But I knew it was the gag or something worse, so I obeyed.

I took a hop forward, bumping into his long muscled arms. "Please gag me, sir," I asked politely, my voice shy and embarrassed. Then I tilted my head back, my little nose pointing at the ceiling, and opened my mouth wide, waiting for his move.

William

Watching Betty submit like this, watching her give herself up completely and actively seek to become more helpless and more humiliated... it was truly joyous for me. All the fight, all the pride was gone out of her. I had beaten her. She wasn't even my enemy any more: she was my property. My decorative trinket.

Then again, it was obvious that this was how she was always supposed to be. That version of Betty she pretended to be all those years, strong, fierce, wilful and independent, was a lie. Her true role was captivity and subservience. She should be owned and shamed and tormented, and I could see her embrace it. She wanted to lose, and for everyone to witness her defeat.

But for now, it was enough to shut her up and remove her last vestige of freedom. I pushed the cloth between her plump, pretty lips - lips for kissing, not for talking - between her teeth, and deep into her mouth, as she moaned in half-hearted protest. Then I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around; I yanked back on the ends of the cloth to jam the fabric mass in even deeper, then knotted it tightly behind her head.

I spun her back around and enjoyed the look of total defeat in her eyes, the blush of shame and secret pleasure on her soft cheeks, the muffled sounds of protest that were barely audible even to me.

"That's better," I murmured smugly. "Nice and quiet, aren't you? No more of your silly chatter. But I think I should check your bonds to make sure you're not likely to escape."

And my strong, rough hands began to roam across every part of her body.

Elizabeth

"Hhffmlph..." I sighed into my new gag. My defeat was complete. As he carefully checked my bonds, tightening them and removing any remaining slack, I looked away. His lewd comments and his leering eyes made me so nervous.

I couldn't believe how easily I had been reduced to a helpless damsel in distress. There was no trace now of the brave, fierce pirate I used to be. Now I had nothing: no pistols, no hat, no boots... I didn't even have clothes on me any more. Just ropes to hold me still, a gag to keep me quiet, and an old handsome captain with complete control over me. And though I would never admit it, the more restraints he added, the more it turned me on. And the more I thought about the idea that I had an owner now...

I took a look at the lit centre of the room. A drunk man had fixed his eyes on me, looking through the dark; between laughs, he turned and spoke to the man on his right. Now both of them were staring at me, leering and making comments.

I turned to William, looking for protection, and tried to make myself understood through my gag. "Plhf lhft meh auhf hf hrrr!!" I begged him with a desperate look on my face, taking little hops to emphasise the muffled sounds coming from my mouth.

I needed him to help me out of this place before everybody noticed me!

William

"What's that, missy?" I asked. "You want to leave? You're worried about being spotted and snatched by someone?"

Her eyes opened wide and she nodded, mewling and mmphhing her agreement. I smiled at this display, enjoying the way her pert, jutting-out tits bounced up and down as she eagerly pleaded for rescue. Her bright eyes were wonderfully expressive - and needed to be, given her total inability to speak through her tight, silencing gag.

"Very well then. You'll need a leash."

"Llmmshh?!"

"Of course. You don't think I'd let my serving wench roam around town as she pleases, do you? Why, you'd hop off like a little bunny and I wouldn't see you again."

Ah, those pretty eyes of hers again! With no assistance from the lips they somehow told me no, mister captain sir, I would never run away, and oh please, mister captain sir, don't make me wear a leash like a mongrel dog.

"You needn't look at me like that."

I found one last piece of rope in my bag, and carefully knotted it around her throat - using my sailor's skill to make sure it held her tight and secure, but wouldn't strangle her. I laughed at the adorably worried look on her pretty face.

"I trust this meets with the lady's approval? I assure you it is the latest fashion in Paris."

Elizabeth

"Gghfff..." I rolled my eyes at his joke. Given my already helpless situation, a doggy-style leash didn't add much more humiliation, but there was no need to gloat.

"Do what you want, Billy..." I thought. "But please, get me out of this place before it's too late!"

Of course, I couldn't actually say all that. What Billy would have heard was something more like: "Dhf whtf yhmph whntf bhf ghf melph aught hf thm plhff!!" He chuckled at what he clearly thought were adorable muffled moans, gloating at the way I begged and struggled in my bonds. That attitude of his made me feel even more desperate and worried.

The two drunk men had got up from the table and were getting closer, stepping out of the lit circle in the middle of the bar and into the shadows where I had been drinking. One of them, fat and bald, spoke to William, evidently liking the cut of his jib. I looked at him, then I looked at Billy again. I didn't like this, not one bit.

"Good evening, captain!" he said, bowing clumsily. He gestured towards me. "I see you have a very lovely package right here, conveniently wrapped and ready for enjoyment." He let out a rude laugh. "I've seen this pretty wench before, though I cannot presently remember her name or her profession. I would say, though, that she was wearing rather more garments on that nice body when I saw her last." Another drunken laugh, this time echoed by the man's companion (who looked even dumber) and by William.

I glared at the latter, narrowing my eyes. "Hflmmph!!" Don't encourage him, laughing at his nasty jokes! William looked at me seriously, raised his hand and slapped me on my butt, ordering me curtly to shut my mouth. I obeyed, and the two wretches looked impressed by his ability to keep his woman under control.

"What I wanted to tell you, good sir," continued the disgusting fat bald man, "is that my friend and I are very interested in this good-looking wench keeping us company tonight, and we are willing to pay an acceptable price for what I imagine will be a painful separation. We work in a boat, and we've not seen a woman like this for years!"

This was deeply worrying. William had listened courteously to the despicable fool's long speech, laughing at his jokes and looking keenly at me when I was mentioned. I, by contrast, listened with a disgusted expression. Once he was finished, I turned to William once more and shook my head. My worried look, my wide eyes filled with fear... it all appeared to amuse him. "Nmmmphh plhfmph!!" I begged, snuggling against him, with nothing else on my mind except being saved from the two stinking drunks.

He could read my wishes in my terrified expression: "Do not hand me over to these people. Don't let them take me. Keep me with you, by your side. Protect me, William."

William

"Well..."

I smiled at the men, then at Betty, then back at the men.

"The wench does owe me a few hundred doubloons, and renting her out by the hour would make back my money and get my revenge at the same time," I mused. "I can just imagine her mewling and wriggling in a greasy tavern bed, tightly roped and gagged for the pleasure and convenience of any man with the inclination and the coin. The idea has merits..."

Her eyes were wide with alarm, her face white.

"But I'm sorry to disappoint you, gents," I finally said, laughing. "This pretty wench belongs to me, and won't be warming any other beds than mine. I mean for her to pay me back in other ways. Talking of which, it's time for us to leave."

I left her wobbling uncertainly on her bound bare feet, a feast for the drunkards' eyes, and gathered up her belongings - which were now my belongings. I made sure I had her clothes, her boots, hat and cloak, her pistols and her gold. I took a pistol in one hand and gave her leash a tug with the other.

"Move, wench."

Blushing with embarrassment she hopped out into the brightly lit centre of the room. The noise stopped at once and all eyes turned to look at the fearsome pirate Betty, defeated and humbled, reduced to a bound, gagged and naked captive. She lowered her eyes in humiliation.

"You may look," I called out, "you may enjoy her nakedness and humiliation to the fullest and I shall not stop you. Indeed it pleases me to parade her, bound and helpless, before those who used to fear and respect her. But you will not touch her or attempt to take her, or you will receive a bullet in the gut. This wench is my property."

And with that I kicked open the door and led her, hopping and blushing, out into the cool night air.

Elizabeth

I was glad to leave the filthy tavern behind us. I turned back to see the drunks and criminals getting one last glimpse of my bound, naked body before William slammed the door.

"You're out of danger now, lassie," he said, not unkindly.

"Thnkhff." I looked at him shyly. For a second I thought he was going to sell me to those bastards, but instead he protected me bravely and calmly, like the experienced captain he was.

He looked at me seriously, tugging the leash to make me hop closer. "You have two choices," he said, closing his tanned fingers around my nipple and pinching it, making me squeal into my gag. "You can go back in there and satisfy those rough gentlemen, or you can come to my boat, greet my crew, and sign a contract to be our serving wench. One hop means you choose the first option and I'll take you back inside. Two hops means you want to come with me."

I looked down, my cheeks red with embarrassment, and then back at William. We both knew the answer. I jumped twice, cute little hops all I could manage with my hands and feet bound tight. He looked amused, enjoying the sight of my breasts bouncing up and down.

William

"Quite right, my dear. That's the right choice. But do remember that it was a choice, like all the decisions you've made this night. You chose this with your eyes open, and you have no one to blame but yourself."

We strolled along the path between the dark old houses - or I strolled, and she hopped, tits bouncing up and down and cute little grunts emerging from her tightly muzzled mouth as she tired from the effort. Several times she almost toppled over and squeaked with alarm. I noticed just in time and reached out with my strong arms to set her right, giving her bound and chilly body an almost reassuring squeeze each time. Then I slightly spoiled the effect by smacking her hard on the arse, or giving one of her nipples a tweak, or simply laughing at how difficult she was finding the journey. I could tell she was starting to feel grateful for my protection, but I was aware of this, and enjoyed playing with her emotions by mixing tenderness with cruelty.

I enjoyed, too, watching Betty's expression, her eyes betraying self-consciousness and embarrassment. She must have been grateful that the town was relatively quiet at that time of night. There weren't many townsfolk out and about; but there were a few, and I could tell that she never grew entirely used to the intense humiliation each time an errand boy, or a rat catcher, or worst of all a former shipmate turned a corner and saw her for the first time: a naked prisoner, bound tightly and securely with yards and yards of rope, utterly helpless and thoroughly silenced by a mouth-filling gag, hopping behind her captor on a leash. Their reactions varied. Some stared, open-mouthed; others laughed, and ran to tell their friends; others simply ogled her nakedness and enjoyed the sight.

Before long we reached my ship, The Damsel Queen, securely tied up - like another damsel in my possession - by the dockside. We were piped aboard in grand style, the men alternately saluting me and ogling my prisoner, before I placed her in the centre of the deck, the object of every eye. I reached into my sack and pulled out Betty's beloved pirate hat, and placed it on her head. I gave her a mocking salute.

"Look well, men," I cried, "for you see before you the last sailor who crossed me: Betty the Gunslinger, a fearsome warrior and a brave captain in her own right, until she had the bad luck to bump into me tonight!"

The crew laughed, or booed, or simply stared.

"Betty has chosen to rejoin the crew, but in a slightly different role. She is our new serving wench, and will serve you dinner and rum tonight and every night until the end of our voyage. If you're worried about her slipping a knife between your ribs, fear not: her wrists and elbows will be bound tightly behind her back while she waits on us. This may make her duties slightly more difficult, but I'm sure she will manage. She won't even be able to insult you, thanks to this excellent gag."

I stroked her cheek, and looked deep into her beautiful green eyes.

"I do not wish Betty to catch cold, so quartermaster, please find clothing appropriate to her sex and status: perhaps one of those frilly pink dresses we took from that French pleasure ship. Something ladylike, revealing, and impractical. Something we will enjoy looking at more than she will enjoy wearing. But we will not require clothing until the morning, for the wench and I wish to retire to bed."

And I grabbed her bodily, hefted her over my shoulder, carried her squeaking into my cabin, and slammed the door behind us.

FIN