Elani’s Freedom

“All hand on deck!” First Mate Migway yelled. He waited until a long line of sailors stood on uncertain legs. After a year without alcohol, the bottles of rum had made them unsteady. This could work to their advantage.

“Some of you have grumbled about the liberties taken by the Captain and myself with the ladies. Well here is your chance to find out exactly what goes on. You are also welcome to find your own wench and join in,” he said with a twisted smile. “After all, they are slaves, not real women.”
“Say’s you,” a voice said from the far end.
“Say’s the Captain,” Migway growled. “They are just cargo. Now everyone take a seat, or find a woman of your own. We are taking shore leave without even leaving the ship.”
“Here you go,” Captain Marvin said, bringing the struggling Elani on deck. He decided to start with the most beautiful woman in the hold. She was it. “I wager that you would all like to see this one naked,” Captain Marvin said with great relish.

“Aye,” a voice said from the crowd.
“Leave her alone,” another voice spoke. Captain Marvin searched the crowd for the last speaker. He suspected that it was Parker.
“I’m getting a woman of my own,” another sailor said, rushing toward the slave hold. The Captain watched triumphantly. Now there would be a stampede to pick the best women.
“Leave me alone! I am a princess!” Elani yelled, struggling in his grip. He held her from behind with a hand twisted in her long hair. Several sailors rose to their feet.
“Sit down or I will have you flogged!” he screamed. They sank slowly.
“Now the show can begin,” the Captain growled to himself.

Captain Marvin licked Elani’s bare ass. She struggled against the ropes holding her to the mast. Migway now held his choice, a woman almost an equal to Elani in beauty, but slightly older. She was tall and stately. Every move spoke of elegance. She stood undisturbed, as Migway stripped her before the 2 dozen sailors. The only show of emotion was when Marvin first began molesting Elani. The woman stepped forward, but a sharp slap across the face stopped her from rushing to aid her Princess.
“Would you die for your princess?” Migway threatened.
“Gladly.”
“You would, would you?” Migway said with a look of perversion in his face. “Would you do anything for her?”
“Yes,” she responded in an emotionless voice.
“Then get on your knees and lick her.”
“No.”
“Do it or I will slit her throat,” Captain Marvin interrupted. The girl refused to move, so Captain Marvin stood and pulled his knife. The woman dropped to her knees immediately. She was exquisitely beautiful, very tall and very slender with perfect breasts.

“Forgive me,” she murmured before pressing her lips against the swollen pussy lips of her princess. She nuzzled, turning her head first one way, then the other, while her lips pulled and stretched the pussy flesh, then her tongue snaked up inside the girl. Elani gasped and stood on tiptoes as the long, flailing tongue began working inside her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
“Yes,” she gasped, despite herself. She had never felt anything quite so wonderful, and it was easy to see why. For some reason, either to please her princess, or their captors, she was licking Elani’s pussy like it had never been licked before. She pressed and nuzzled, sucked and licked with a ferocity that amazed those watching.

“My God,” the captain muttered. He held his rigid cock for a moment, spit in his hand and slathered it over the girl’s asshole. Then he held his cock in his hand and guided it toward her helpless ass. There was a pause as he pressed, waiting for the tight little asshole to open, then he suddenly slid inside.

Elani screamed, throwing he head back and grimacing at the sky. The older woman switched positions so she could maintain contact while the captain forced the girl to bend forward. The top of her head tickled the Captain’s balls and cock. He moaned in excitement.

Migway, naked from the waist down, slid close to the older woman, now sitting like a crab beneath her princess. She licked up into Elani’s sweet flesh, while the Captain’s balls slammed into the top of her head. Migway looked down at her spread legs on the wooden deck, lifted them above his legs, and slid even closer, sliding his manhood into her quivering tunnel of heat. Slowly he began bumping against the older woman, forcing his rigid penis inside her swollen pussy lips to the hilt. She gasped, holding onto Elani’s legs for support. She closed her eyes and looked down, enjoying the sensation between her legs. But a cry of alarm from Elani brought the older woman’s mouth back into contact with her sweet pussy. Migway envied the woman as her sweet red lips touched the tiny pussy between Elani’s legs. It looked delicious.

The Captain felt his orgasm building to an intolerable level. The molten heat in his balls was churning, about to burst. He grew aware of an annoying sound around him. He looked up and blinked, amazed to see sailors fighting, rolling around on the deck in death blows, or holding their own naked woman and fighting off others. He stiffened as he shot his load of thick cum up Elani’s ass. It took a moment for him to recover and jerk his cock out of her ass.

“Avast!” he shouted, grabbing a length of thick rope and swinging it over his head. He knocked it against one head after the other until the sailors turned as a group and faced him. There was murder in their eyes.

Migway, almost unaware of the suspense around him, began jerking and moaning until he shot his load into the quivering pussy of the beautiful woman. She seemed not to notice. She was eagerly supping on Elani’s pussy, aware that she was close to an orgasm, and determined to make her princess feel wonderful. It took only a moment for Elani to quiver, jerk, and rock on the woman’s mouth, the scream as her orgasm made her shake and gasp. She pummeled the older woman’s mouth with her pussy, until the spasms slowed and gently died. She hung limply, while the older woman untied her and helped her down to the deck.

The women looked up, suddenly aware that all was not well on the ship. Men were fighting in groups all over the deck. One large group of men had the Captain, Migway, and two others backed against the wall of the Captain’s cabin. They were swinging wooden bolsters, rope and chain, to keep the men at bay.

“Let our men out,” Elani whispered urgently. The woman sped away. In a moment she had the lock off the cargo hatch. Dark Hawaiian men crept up on deck, grabbing any weapon they could find. With a cry of outrage they set upon the crew of the ship.

Seaman Parker blinked several times. He wiped his eyes against his sleeve and found it to be blood. He was tied to the main mast, right where Elani had been tied moments before. He was shocked to see none of the crew in sight. The deck was totally occupied by native men and women.
“Wh… where is the crew?” he demanded. The old stately woman stepped forward, with her hands on her hips.

“We tossed them off,” she hissed, nodding toward the sea.

“But, but, but who’s going to run the ship?” Parker gasped. He looked up at the sails, billowing in the wind. They should be trimmed. Too much sail in a high wind could bring the mast down, and tear up the ship while doing it. A large Hawaiian man stood at the wheel, holding it firmly in his large hands. Did he knew what he was doing, where he was going?

“My God, we will all die,” Parker murmured. Elani approached him with a long knife. She squatted before him. Even moments from death Parker was taken by her beauty. Her small breasts were absolutely perfect. Her dress had opened up as she squatted, revealing he perfect little pussy. She extended the knife and he closed his eyes. A tug at the rope and he was suddenly free. He opened his eyes and looked at Elani.

“You will run the ship,” she said in a quiet voice. Although her face looked young and innocent, there was wisdom in her eyes.
“It takes at least ten men, who know what they are doing, to run a ship of this size,” he gasped. “I can’t do it with a few… native men.”
“You must,” she motioned toward the wheel. He hurried forward and found they were traveling due East. Good, they were on course.

After instructing the man at the wheel, he choose several strong men and started lowering and securing sails. He started with all the topsails, then started in on the lowers sails, the gaff, the jiggers, spankers, and mizzens. When he was done he was left with a few forward sails, which he felt he could manage in high winds. Making sure that the man at the wheel understood the compass, he stumbled to the Captain’s cabin and fell asleep in the Captain’s own bed.

The Black Swan floundered and crash on the rocks off the Oregon coast. Parker tried hard, but he couldn’t bring her safely into port with an inexperienced crew. They saved what they could from the cargo, then made their way to the wooded shore. Most of the Hawaiians followed their princess toward San Francisco. Parker and a few others started for Seattle. As the started down the yellow beach, the Black Swan began crashing onto the rocks until there was nothing left of the ship but the rigging and a few floating boards. They never looked back.