I was alone as it went quiet below decks. I crept from my hidey-hole and peaked out of my cabin, nothing moved but I almost screamed out loud at the sight of the two dead men lying in the passageway. It was the husbands of the two women that had been taken away. I snatched up the large dagger that one was holding, I wasn’t exactly sure what I intended doing with it but it seemed to help calm my nerves. I crept quietly along the passageway, ignoring the first ladder that we usually used, I bus could hear the drunken shouts just above me. When I reached a second ladder, more to the aft of the ship, I slowly stole up, one gentle step flash at a time. I poked my head over the rim of the hatch and to my relief, there was no one nearby. I wasn’t at all sure what I should do but I knew that I couldn’t stay hidden below. I crawled to a cargo hatchway to gingerly peer around the corner. My mother and the two women were tied to masts, their clothes hanging in tatters, my mother was almost naked with her large breasts jiggling about as she struggled. I almost screamed when I saw my father lying on the deck covered in blood, I was sure he was dead. There was a strong smell of rum in the air, coming from two barrels that the sailors kept filling their mugs from. I watched as one weaved towards my mother, he offered her a drink from his mug but she spat at him, he slapped her hard across the face and then jammed a hand between her legs while he laughed at her. Others cheered him on as his hands began to unfasten his breeches. He let them fall to his ankles and his huge penis sprung into view standing out like a indian canon in front of him. He moved his body forward, his penis pushing between my mother’s thighs. I saw hear lean towards him as he pushed but her assailant got a shock when her mouth enclosed his nose, he screamed as she bit the end of his nose off, blood spurting everywhere as he staggered away. Another man ran at my mother, his fist connecting with her chin. I saw her head drop as she was knocked unconscious. A red rage came over me, I didn’t wait to think but I jumped from my hiding place with the dagger in my hand and charged the man who was also now lowering his breeches. Before I reached him, a number of the crew began shouting loudly when they saw me, I clearly heard one, “There be the little wench we bin looking for.” I raised my dagger high as I neared and took a mighty swing down at him. The shouts from his mates made him turn his head towards me, he took a half pace backwards, this causing my downward stab to miss his body, the momentum of my swing carried on down and then his penis was wiggling on the deck, neatly severed by my dagger. Men were now rushing in a mass to catch me, I swerved aside, stabbing wildly as I ran but there was nowhere to run to. I found myself trapped in the bows as they now cautiously New came nearer, several were carrying large wooden belaying pins. In desperation, I searched for an escape but there was none. As the first hand grabbed at me, I stabbed again and then I turned and heaved myself up desi the railing to then leap into the sea below. I pushed the dagger inside my blouse and began swimming as hard as I could towards the nearest shore which was perhaps two hundred yards away. I felt myself tiring as I heard the splash of oars behind me and the shouts encouraging the rowers to pull harder. They were close by the time I felt sand beneath my feet. My mother burst out laughing, spitting out a drink she had taken a sip of. Bill said you know I can't leave your beautiful ass alone. I began to scream and couldn’t stop. I asked desi him a couple more questions, mostly about his life there and some compliments on his baking skills. Maybe a few months, maybe a few years. “I love the taste of my pussy on your cock, make me yours tonight.” She looks up at me, and I realize for the first time the dark flash eyes are gone. It was warm and hard and salty. He hated his mother, too. “I mean, she'll have to want it. I feel the lurch of Cronorgan’s fat bus hard penis deep within me as he too climaxes, milked by the internal indian pulsing of my own muscles. He New bit down again harder this time making me cry out in pain that was for kicking me he mumbled.