Too many more nights like this, and my manhood would be forced into early retirement, a tempting possibility I was considering when I arrived at the h...tel. Thinking a quick brew would calm my jangling nerves (and gonads) I swung into the lounge and my gaze immediately found Marta in the same corner where we originally met. Absolving guilt immediately as no implied commitment was ever made, I slowly moved towards her table when her sad eyes found mine. The hurt was painfully apparent. I signaled. As I passed the street lights on the interstate I would get a quick look at her legs. I think she caught me looking because she pulled up the hem to allow a garter clasp to show. After a while she said you better not get a wet sport on the front of those slacks. Why would I? I answered. She said I know your cock has been hard for fourty five minutes...and it should be leaking precum . She was right my dick had been hard for a while. I reached over and covered her legs with her coat.I pulled up. Capt. Abernathy had turned us toward the distress signal and was putting on the maximum amount of sail. Dammit, we were going to have to tack to reach the cruise ship. I was sure that we would be too late.Unfortunately, I was correct. Just as we arrived, a pirate boat was pulling away from the cruise ship. They acted at first as if they had not seen us, so we were able to get fairly close before they realized the danger they were in. They were putting up as much sail as they had, but it was too. The men roughly threw her on the chair that was standing in the middle of the room. It made her gasp when her bare skin touched that cold metal chair. She tried to get up, but two of the four men held her in place on the chair while the other two grabbed at her legs and arms. She noticed how metal cuffs were locked around her wrists and ankles. When they were done, they let go of her, and she noticed that they all were looking at her. Well, those guys' eyes were also the only thing she could.