A surplus of good Fortune

Her proud defiance was one of her charm points he decided, brushing his thumb across the width of her pouting and deliciously red lips. "Do you enjoy torturing me? How do you know me so well? I've never seen you, never known you." Sarah Fortune spat at the man, his eyes concealed with a hood, but his smile bright and wide. "That's what you think Sarah, but we spent a lot of time together. I was the best when I was with you. I know everything about you." he teased, letting the side of his hands slide against the width of her breasts before lifting them gently from the bottom, feeling their weight. "I have to believe that because here we are in this impossible situation and I am powerless to stop you..  but if you know me so well, so intimately, why don't I remember?" "Darling, you might never remember. Me being here is a pretty impossible feat as well, but as I'm here now.. well, there's so much I can do that I remember you liking. If you'll let me." Pursing her lips, Sarah considered her options. While it was true this man was nowhere skilled enough to take her in a fight or to hold her hostage for long, something about the way he touched her left a desire burning in her body. Like a drug, though she knew that he had used neither magic nor chemical to make her feel this way. "Do what you must, but the moment you fail to deliver, it'll all be over."

Immediately after freeing her from her bondage, the man set upon Sarah's body, his hands holding and caressing each delicious curve as he hungrily licked and bit across her body. "So.. energetic.." she squeaked out, surprised by her own meekness. Sarah was not a slut, but she certainly wasn't the most virtuous woman. Long ago she had begun embracing her needs, and shortly after began embracing her frustration at them never being met. Still, she tried, but for all that time and for her to still sound like this with a man. Before the thought could go any further it was ripped from her mind, as his expert fingers spread her apart and immediately found every special nook and cranny that she had kept so quiet about. A short curt moan was the only response before she stifled herself, but that was enough to let the man know that his memory held true. Squeezing and massaging her breast absent minded-ly he pushed his fingers into her waiting pussy. Slowly at first, until he her clamp down, and then he pulled them out. Slowly but surely he went deeper and deeper, her resistance waned as her pleasure waxed and finally he felt her tighten down, breath ragged and body stiff. A quiet moan slipped away from her as her first and lightest orgasm hit. She went limp soon after but caught herself and stiffened back up, she wasn't ready to give in, and that's what he loved about her.

"D-do it a-a-already" she spat, her voice quivering as her third orgasm hit, the man had begun his assault on her clitoris shortly after the first and Sarah felt herself getting sexdrunk. No man in years had taken her this far, and she had begun to forget this feeling. Her body felt heavy, but her chest felt light, and she couldn't contain herself any longer. Every brush with her clit brought another moan, and every time he plunged his fingers into her sopping wet mess of a pussy sent a shiver up her spine. Her body was yielding to him in a way she had thought was impossible, but he worked her so easily, so efficiently, that all she could do was wait for the finishing blow that he refused to give. "Don't sound so impatient love, it's not as if we're short on time." he teased, shoving his fingers all the way back in and feeling her clamp down on them. "I'll give you what's coming when you give in to me." Sarah knew that he was playing her weakness, that somehow he knew things that she kept hidden away close to her heart, and she knew that she was melting in front of him. "P-please, give it to me. I can't stand this waiting any longer. You keep teasing me, but I need it so bad. Please." Sarah begged, for the first time in years, she begged for relief. "Close, but it needs a bit more feeling, love. Strip for me, show me that you mean it."

Sarah's cheeks were a shade of scarlet matching her waist long hair as she started with her top, throwing the fabric aside as she laid herself bare for the man she had only just come to know. Her pale skin dotted with freckles from all the time spent on the sea held his complete attention. From her soft and heavy breasts, to her slim and taut stomach, into her toned but shapely hips. AS she slipped out of her pants, he was pleased to see that her fashion hadn't changed, she still wore nothing beneath, and she still kept her fiery bush of pubes neat and trim. Laying back, Sarah spread her legs in defeat, still scarlet from her cheeks to her ears as she revealed the moist source of her weakness. "Please, give it to me. I need it." she begged softly, daring not to look at him for fear of how much further he might be able to pull her, for how weak she truly was. Sarah closed her eyes tight as she felt him lean in, trying to steel her resolve and recompose herself before he took her.

Instead of feeling him penetrate her, she first felt his breath, and then his tongue. The man licked at her clit desperately, hungrily, and she could feel her body stirring again. It was too much, too soon, and she was already at the edge. Her legs clamped around his head, her back arched, and her fingers pressed into his hair, forcing his hood back as she lost control yet again. Diligently still he continued, his muffled breathing barely audible beneath her sweet and ecstatic moans. As She felt his tongue slide in, quickly and purposefully. He knew exactly how to tease her, exactly where she wanted it, and exactly when to swap between her more than wet hole and the hot button of her clitoris. It was the kind of mind numbing body rocking ecstasy that Sarah had longed for, but had never felt. In one final act of surrender, Sarah pulled her legs apart, holding them spread wide with her hands. "Please, fuck me already. I need it so bad. I don't know who you are and I don't care. I need this; I need you." Licking his lips the man finally gave in to her need and pressed his cock deep into her waiting depths. Without a moment to lose he rocked her across the ground, thrusting fully into her without remorse.

Sarah was a mess, her mind was drunk off of the sex and her body was covered in sweat and fluids. With every thrust he gave her hips followed suit, the indecent slapping of flesh only serving to excite her further. Her legs were wrapped tight across his waist and her nails dug into his back as she felt his cockhead throb as it pounded against her cervix. With the last of her strength she pulled him down and rammed her hips into him with all the force she could muster. "Give it to me, just pour it in. I want it." Sarah barely whispered before the man blew his load, her eyes rolling back and one final moan echoing around them as her body shook. She felt the warm embrace of his semen and her womb, the numbing call of exhaustion, and then she felt only darkness as she fainted. A used sweaty crumpled heap, Sarah lay defenseless beneath the man who had taken her so thoroughly, who had finally conquered the fiery Captain known across Bilgewater.



Sarah woke with a start, surprised to find herself fully dressed in one of her favorite silken pajamas. Turning sharply she saw the man that had taken her so expertly dozing quietly in a chair, propped facing her bed. He was defenseless, and her eyes slid over to where her signature pistols Shock and Awe sat, barely a foot away from him. Leaning forward quietly she snuck right up to him before planting a gentle kiss on his neck. "Wake up honey, I've got some more work for you."