Chapter 5: Return to the Green Parrot

Our sixth iteration of the 17th century Caribbean tavern scene starts the same way as last time with Rob and his two cronies fucking me over a table in the tavern. If I wasn’t quite in the mood for sex when we started, I certainly am now. At least Rob doesn’t threaten to sell me in Tortuga this time around, so from here on the scene plays out differently. Minor differences at first, but each change spawns more changes.

There’s a larger crowd in the tavern ... the likely result of me tweaking the same game parameter I adjusted in the fairground scenario. That means that I and the other two serving wenches, Sarah and Ruth, are frantically trying to keep up with the patrons demand for more drink. I carry the three mugs of rum which Rob ordered to his table. As before he’s gawping open mouthed at the door. I turn to look in the same direction, expecting to see Bonny Bess and her crew. Only this time the pirate leader isn’t Bonny Bess. This pirate leader is male and looks remarkably like Rob’s obnoxious cousin, Lloyd. With him are four others, one of whom is a beautiful black haired woman. Her attire and demeanour mean that this isn’t the Bonny Bess of the previous iteration, although she’s undoubtedly moulded from the same template. Rob’s eyes are locked onto the delectable woman, although I can’t help feeling that he should be paying more attention to the pirate captain.

Sensing pending danger, a few of the patrons decide to leave. However, unlike in the previous iteration, the majority of patrons stay and continue their carousing.

“Gunner Floyd” whispers a man to his drinking mate at the next table. “The Spanish are offering a thousand doubloons for his hide. We could easily overpower him and his crew.”

“A reward is no good if you’re dead,” growls his mate. “Besides, it means going to Tortuga to claim the reward. I don’t fancy your chances of getting out of Tortuga with all that money.”

“Drink!” booms Gunner Floyd’s voice across the room as he and his crew claim a table. The two men who were sitting there hurriedly go to another part of the room.

Both Sarah and Ruth are nearer than me to Gunner Floyd’s table, but neither makes a move in that direction. A glare from Gregor sends me over to take Gunner Floyd’s order.

“Well, if it isn’t the delectable Paige,” smiles Gunner. “You and me are gonna spend some time together later on.”

“Pay Gregor the fee and you and I can be together for as long as you want,” I reply seductively. “What do you want to drink?”

“Four rums and a wine for my pretty Bess here,” growls Gunner, indicating the woman next to him.

On closer inspection I realise that this Bess isn’t even one of Gunner’s crew ... she has the look of a hostage, although she could possibly be a runaway slave whose owner has offered a good reward. Taking hostages isn’t uncommon in these parts now that the British, French and Spanish are too busy fighting among themselves to bother policing the remote islands and towns. Anybody who looks as though they might have money ... or a rich relation ... is a target for kidnap and ransom. What is unusual, though, is to bring a hostage into a crowded place like the Green Parrot. Bess’s eyes look pleadingly into mine and my heart goes out to her. She clearly wants me to rescue her from this pirate. I’d love to help her since I’m all too familiar with being a helpless woman at the mercy of greedy men. Unfortunately I’m little more than a slave, and I’ve no means of rescuing her.

I go to the bar and Gregor prepares the drinks Gunner ordered. I dread to think what the oddly coloured liquid Gregor serves as wine actually contains. It’s unlikely that a grape has been anywhere near it. Thankfully I’m not the one who will be drinking it.

I take the drinks back to Gunner’s table only to discover that he and Bess have moved over to Rob’s table. I leave three rums with Gunner’s crew and go over to Rob’s table to deliver the remaining drinks.

“ ... half share of the reward,” says Gunner to Rob. “Deliver her to the Greenway plantation; collect the reward; and share half with me. Couldn’t be simpler.”

“If it’s that simple, then you would take her yourself and keep all of the reward,” replies Rob to Gunner’s proposal, proving that he’s paying attention even though he’s having difficulty tearing his eyes away from Bess.

“Ah! Always the smart one,” chortles Gunner, noting Rob’s interest in Bess. “A bid of bad blood between me and old man Greenway on account of me kidnapping his daughter a few years ago. Tell you what ... just to show good faith ... why don’t I let you fuck Bess here while I give Paige a good time?”

Of course neither Bess nor I get a say in the matter. The pirates strike a deal and Bess and I are bent face down over one of the tables. Positioned side by side we stare into each other’s eyes while Gunner and Rob hoist our skirts over our back. The sight of two tender bare arses excites the men even more ... if that’s possible.

“Hey!” cries Gregor from across the room. “You ain’t paid to fuck that one!”

“Back in a moment, darlin’,” says Gunner as he swats my bare arse. “Don’t move.”

Rob doesn’t wait for Gunner’s return. He rams his solid shaft into Bess with an audible thump. Bess lets out a brief cry of surprise, but I can tell from the look in her eyes that she’s like me and enjoys being fucked hard. Neither Bess nor I have any say in who fucks us, so there’s no reason for us to feel guilty for the exquisite pleasure we gain from such debasement.

My attention is drawn to an altercation at the bar. Gunner and Gregor are arguing over something. Surely not the pittance it would cost Gunner to pay to fuck me? Several other men gather around Gunner, so I lose sight of what’s going on at the bar. The men start talking loudly at the same time, which attracts the attention of more patrons. Rob, however, remains oblivious to the events across the room. He’s too far gone in his private world as he rhythmically fucks Bess.

“You enjoying this, Bess?” asks Rob in between his gasps as he nears his climax.

“Oh, yes, master. Your mighty shaft is so wonderful,” replies Bess by rote and with only the slightest hint of insincerity in her voice.

Rob is about to shoot his load into Bess’s cunt when Gunner returns and gives Rob a slap on his back. It’s not a particularly hard slap, but enough to spoil Rob’s moment of joy. He lunges forward and practically falls onto Bess’ back. Consequently his cum shoots downwards onto the floor and over Bess’ and my legs.

“Serves you right for starting without me,” laughs Gunner, as his hand toys with my pussy. “Never mind, you can try again as soon as you’re ready. Now, my pretty Paige, everything is settled so you are gonna enjoy the pleasure of Gunner’s cock. I see that your pussy is hot and wet already. Did you like watching Bess being fucked next to you? Would you like Bess to watch you as Gunner Floyd blesses your womb.”

Bess hasn’t moved since Rob’s failed effort to fill her. Gunner reaches forward and turns Bess’s head towards me. We are so close that I can feel her breath on my face. Seconds later Gunner’s cock rams into my eager pussy. Just as I watched Bess being fucked, she lies with our faces almost touching, watching my ravishment. The whole setting, including the stench of sweaty men and cheap rum, is arousing me to a level of pleasure I’ve rarely felt before.

Gunner is in no hurry and we both enjoy the sensation of his massive cock reaming my innards. I try to time my orgasm to match his, but I soon concede defeat and my body starts jerking uncontrollably as my orgasm overwhelms my senses.

“Not a bad fuck, pretty one,” laughs Gunner as his cock finally explodes inside me. “You’ll have plenty of practise in controlling your urges when we get back on board the Lady Luck.”

The after effects of my orgasm prevent me from immediately understanding what Gunner means. Then it dawns on me. This pirate has purchased my indenture contract from Gregor. I’m Gunner Floyd’s property now ... at least for the next two years. I’d protest about being sold like a slave if there was anybody in the slightest bit interested about my situation. I resign myself to my fate and just hope that I won’t get seasick.

While I’m recovering from Gunner’s attention, Rob has found his second wind and has again mounted Bess. On impulse I learn forward and kiss Bess on the mouth while she enjoys Rob servicing her. Bess’s responds in kind and we both switch off from our disgusting surroundings as we enter our private heaven. Consequently it takes us a few moments to realise that we are providing the riff-raff in the tavern with the best entertainment they’ve probably seen in a long time. I doubt that Bess notices when Rob shoots his load.