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through her body and her cheeks burned furiously as she was displayed
before the mob. Then he was dragging her backwards until suddenly he brought up
against the mast. In a fluid movement that astonished Prudence he had her hands
tied behind her back around the girth of the mast.
    “Now there’s a tidy decoration!” The Captain called out to cheers from
his men.
    “A little too much decoration though?” one responded.
    As if by some secret signal, Lazy Eye looked her up and down, squinted,
nodded his agreement and then proceeded to remove the remainder of her dress.
As if puzzled at first he took in the sight of her in her long frilly underwear
and then forcefully ripped them off too.
    Naked now, Prudence’s heart was beating heavily in her chest. She could
feel her embarrassment pulsing in her cheeks. She had never before been naked
before anyone except her mother and a servant at bath time. Now she stood before
a rowdy, leering, gang of savage men without a stitch to protect her modesty.
She was a lady, the daughter of a gentleman, her family respected, held in
esteem. She was virtuous and eligible, morally upstanding, sincere, truthful
and honest. But none of those things mattered now as she stood, naked, bound to
the mast of the Elvira; her breasts firm and rounded, sensitive to the warm sea
breeze that crossed the ships bows, causing her nipples to stiffen and tickling
through the triangle of her pubic hair.
    A pirate stood drunkenly and staggered towards her. With a leer, he
touched her breasts, lifting them and letting them fall, a look of childish
amusement on his heavily bearded face as he watched the ripple and bounce of
the falling flesh, he tweaked her nipples, then grabbed them harshly and
twisted. Prudence was astonished, demeaned and yet a strange feeling swept
through her body. She wanted to escape, to cover herself, end this dilemma and
yet on the contrary, she wanted him to continue doing what he had done,
whatever it was that had started that strange sensation racing through her
body.  She hung her head, ashamed, the laughter of the pirate crew ringing
in her ears. She didn’t want to face them, to see their leering, mocking
expressions, all eyes focused on her. The pirate kicked at her ankles, making
her move them further apart. She realised he wanted to expose her and show her
off to his colleagues. They knew nothing of dignity these brutes, why should
she ever imagine they would care a jot for her own?
    Prudence screamed more from shock than fear as the big bearded man
suddenly ducked down and drove his hands between her thighs, grabbing her
buttocks and lifting her, cradling her in his powerful arms. Her legs draped
across and to the side of his forearms as his wide palms, grasping her
buttocks, supported her weight, her back pressed hard against the mast. She
gasped, stunned to find he had his head poised between her open legs, his face
inches from her most private of places as his devilish eyes looked up at hers.
He made of play of thrusting out his long meaty tongue and waggling it
profusely. Prudence was perplexed. She had no comprehension of what he was
trying to do. Suddenly he buried his face hard against her groin, pressing into
the soft folds of flesh and tangle of pubic hair. The pirates went into
raptures of laughter as Prudence went rigid with shock, a startled, open
mouthed, wide eyed expression on her face. He slavered against her, sucking her
labia into his mouth, then drew his tongue up between them, parting her and
lapped hungrily, his strong tongue prodding and poking as if searching for
something. Prudence simply omitted a series of startled squeals, unable to form
any words of protest. This was incomprehensible to her, what was he doing? Was
he a cannibal, trying to eat her? Without warning he drove his tongue into her
entrance and Prudence let out a shrill squeal. She felt the stiffened tongue
push into her, its tip flicking inside her. The sensation was indescribable.