The captain, Trevor Johnson, said that he did not know of any way to eliminate the pirates, since they had miles of forest to hide in. The only thing ...hat could be done was to fight off each attack as we had done that morning. We talked some more, and he asked to see my rifle.After we finished eating, we went on deck, and I demonstrated how my rifle worked. He wanted to know where he could purchase several for use by his boat crew in fighting off pirates. I told him that my father had invented. He spat on his palm and oiled his cock-tip with it. So he hadn’t given up. He held my buttocks, lifted my hips and spat into my cunt hole too. Then, squatting, he raised my legs and placed them on his shoulders. Taking his hands around my thighs and under my armpits, he held me by my shoulders and locked me up, his cock-tip being already at its target.There descended an uneasy calmness in the air. The birds stopped their chattering. The sheep, on their feet, looked at us quizzically. A lone. I was aware of a door opening from the brick built structures that backed onto it. There were footsteps that sped up as they got nearer to me.I was grabbed me from behind, taken by surprise. My arms were pulled back and held firmly so that I couldn’t struggle as the assailant rammed a cloth into my mouth.“We got ourselves a fit one here”, said the male holding me to another. “Get him inside”.I was pushed roughly into an open doorway into what resembled an empty workshop with low metal beams.. Stripping off my running clothes, I slipped into the adjacent bathroom to shower. Standing under the shower head, I relished the way the hot water soothed my sore muscles. Rubbing body wash all over me, I found my hand slowly tracing further down my abdomen. It’d been a while since I’d last masturbated, and I realized just how much I’d like a release.My fingers slipped between my legs, finding my clit. In slow, gentle circles I teased my clit, thinking back to the tingling I’d felt between my.