The Pirates of the Chesapeake

Jenny watched the shore lights shimmering in the black surface of the water as Edwin banked the boat to follow the slow turn of the huge river.

“See the barge?” he asked over the engine hum.

She held her hair in place in the wind as she turned her head to follow where he was pointing. Just as she was starting to shake her head, she suddenly noticed that the shore lights were going out like a rolling blackout.

“God, that thing must be HUGE!” she said.

“There are three of them. There’s the tug up there; hold on, we’re about to cross the wake.”

Jenny grabbed the handrail as Edwin powered down the engine. The water sloshed under the bow as the boat came off plane and settled into the water.

Moments later, the bow rose up to point above the bridge as the 22 foot boat climbed the watery hill of the tugboat wake. The bow dipped sharply, then jolted back up towards the sky and Jenny let out a little squeal of surprise.

“It’s different at night, isn’t it?”

She nodded, grinning from ear to ear. As Edwin revved the engines back up, Jenny watched the bright lights of the tugboat as it fell behind them. She still couldn’t see the barges, but she knew where they were from the darkness behind the tug.

Up ahead, the river widened as far as the eye could see. There were almost no lights along the shores anymore, except a few winking lights that could have been other boats or houses along distant shores. They were out of the river now and in the Chesapeake bay.

“About an hour more, we’ll be at the cove,” said Edwin.

Jenny watched Edwin as he turned the wheel. The glow of the instruments lit up his face from below, giving him a serious commanding look as he gazed ahead. She got up from her chair and walked over to him, hugging him from behind.

As her hands rubbed his chest, she felt the vibration of his chest as he moaned with satisfaction. She let one of her hand roam downwards to his krotch, and grabbed the big mushy warm package. The drone of the engine drowned out his sound, but she felt his body vibrate again.

Jenny got down on her knees, and unzipped his pants, fishing out his meat. Edwin stepped back to give her better access, keeping his eyes on the water ahead.

In the backdrop of the brackish Chesapeake air, the musk of his loins took on a sweeter tone than it did on dry land, and she hungrily buried her nose in his open zipper as she took him into her mouth, breathing deeply.

She could feel her pussy steaming up as she felt his limp member swell instantly against her tongue. They had planned on a romantic night anchored in a secluded cove, but she wanted him now.

The boat was rising and falling steadily as the sound widened further, getting slightly more choppy with waves stirred up by the gentle breeze. It didn’t take much wind out there in the open to make the surface rough, but at night it was calm enough to ride full speed without getting tossed around.

It just so happened to be the right kind of bounce for bobbing. Jenny hummed and sucked as the boat movement made her head move up and down, and Edwin was getting hard as a rock. The engine covered all the slurping and humming, leaving nothing but sensations for Edwin to absorb as he tried to concentrate on their course.

The wetness inside her was starting to soak a spot on her panties. She reached up for her purse, and pulled out a condom package.

“We’re gonna do like Pam Anderson and Tommy Lee,” she shouted up to him as he grinned like a devil. As soon as she rolled the rubber over his stiff shaft, she stood up and wisked her panties down, stepped out of them and bent forward over the console expectantly.

Edwin lifted her mini skirt, and tried to line himself up as the boat bobbed on the light choppy water.

Just then, what looked like four plastic milk containers lined up in a row appeared in the spotlight ahead.

“Shit!” shouted Edwin, and Jenny braced herself, not knowing what was about to happen.

They passed harmlessly between the little white floaties, then the engine made a rough sound, sputtered, and died.

“What was that?” asked Jenny as the boat sloshed to a slow stop.

“A fucking gill net.”

“Out here?”

“It must have broken loose in one of the storms, and now it’s wrapped around my fucking propeller.” There was an electrical whine Edwin tilted the engine up out of the water.

“Shit.”

Edwin was pulling down his pants.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna see if I can cut it free.”

Jenny didn’t like the idea of him jumping naked into the pitch dark water. Her mind conjured up all sorts of sea monsters nabbing him and leaving her all alone stranded in the middle of the Chesapeake to be washed out to sea.

“Be careful.”

Edwin grinned, “Always. Hey, this isn’t the first net I’ve caught.” He kissed her and she hugged him close before letting him go. He sat on the transom, swung his legs over, and slipped into the water with a dive knife in his hand.

“Can you shine the flashlight down here?”

Jenny looked around, and grabbed the Mag Light, and leaned over the transom where Edwin was. The bottom of the engine looked like a spaghetti maker, with thick tangled rope hanging out in all directions.

For a moment, Jenny thought she smelled cigarette smoke. She looked around briefly; the sound was so wide here that neither shoreline was visible. At least there were no lights.

“Hey, can you keep the beam on the engine, Jen?”

“Sorry.” Jennifer watched him intently sawing at the tough rope. They had been dating for close to four months now, and she had full confidence in his seamanship skills. But still, the idea of him in the unknown darkness of the water at night with his male parts dangling like bait made her uneasy.

Then, there was that smell of cigarette smoke again. Funny how scents carry on the wind such long distances in the sound.

“Fuck!” muttered Edwin.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to have to pull the prop off. Can you grab the wrench? It’s in the toolbox under the helm seat.”

Jenny hurried over to the cockpit, and knelt down to open the storage bin that held the toolbox. Behind her, she heard the thud of Edwin’s feet landing on the deck. Funny, she thought, it sounded like he was wearing shoes – but he had gone in barefoot.

When she turned around to ask him which wrench, her voice caught in her throat.

It wasn’t Edwin standing on the deck behind her.

She froze in place like a deer, not wanting to attract any attention to herself as she watched the man take a long drag on his cigarette. He was wearing black pants, a black turtleneck, and a black ski hat on top of his head even though it was late August. At first, Jenny thought he was a black man, but it was just dark face paint.

Another man climbed over the starboard side, dressed exactly like the first man. He carried a longshoreman’s hook. He looked around for a moment, until the first man pointed in Jenny’s direction, and then they both looked down at her an smiled.

Jenny screamed and ran into the cabin, slamming the teak door behind her. Her hands fumbled with the locking hook, fear making her uncoordinated in her rush. It seemed to take forever but she finally got the hook into the eyelet. She then scooted to the very back of the tiny cabin, ducking her head beneath the low roof.

The teak door was louvered; hardly much of an obstacle for two grown men. She began searching the cabin for anything she could use as a weapon.

But they weren’t coming after her. Instead, she heard Edwin’s voice shouting: “Get the FUCK off my boat! I’m not kidding!”

“Edwin, no!” Jenny shouted, crawling forward and unhooking the teak door. When she opened it, she was face to face with one of the men and she let out a scream.

“Jenny!!” shouted Edwin.

“Why don’t you come out; lover boy is calling,” said the man in front of her. He put out a hand, and she absently took it in hers and let him gently assist her out of the cabin.

Edwin was climbing up over the transom, buck naked and dripping wet, brandishing his 5 inch dive knife at the guy with the longshoreman’s hook.

“Edwin, don’t!” shouted Jenny. “Just give them what they want; it’s not worth it!”

“Listen to the girl,” said the man who still held Jenny’s hand.

“My money’s in my jeans,” said Edwin, pointing to where they were draped over the helm chair. “Credit cards too.”

“What, do you think we’re five and dime crooks?” said the man holding Jenny’s hand.

“We don’t have anything of value,” said Edwin.

“Oh, but I think you do.”

Jenny gasped as she felt a hand grab her naked ass under her dress.

“Oohh, no panties! Jesus fuckin’ Christ; she’s wet as a bitch in heat!”  Jenny’s face scrunched up as the finger ran down her crack and across her naked sex, but she didn’t make a sound. She didn’t want Edwin to do anything rash.

“Look,” she said, trying to compose her voice as best she could. “You can take whatever you want, just please leave us alone.”

“Oh, I do intend to take what I want,” said the man, and Jenny gritted her teeth as his finger penetrated her. “And there ain’t a damn thing either of you can do about it either.”

“Let her go!” shouted Edwin, raising his dive knife again. His penis and balls had shriveled from being out in the cold water and from fear, making him look pre-pubescent.

“Or what?” Jen cringed as a second finger forced its way into her. “From the looks of things, you ain’t nearly enough man to please a hot little slut like this. How ‘bout I do you the favor?” With that, he pulled his fingers out and roughly pushed Jenny towards the side of the boat. Her hands just caught the edge, preventing her from going over. He came up behind her and used one arm to grabb her around the waist as he used his other hand to undo his pants.

“Why don’t you show the lady a good time, Jim,” said the man with the hook, keeping his eyes on Edwin.

“GODDAMMNIT, don’t call me by my name, you ass!” shouted Jim.

Jenny looked over at Edwin, fear for herself now equal to her fear for him. Edwin was taking deep breaths, getting ready to make a move. God, he was her only hope and he looked so impotent and vulnerable with his puny plastic handled dive knife and his shrunken manhood.

“Please don’t do this,” said Jenny, “I’ll suck you off.”

As an answer, she felt something warm press into the moist flesh between her legs.

“I’ll even swallow!” she pleaded.

The pressure increased against her vulva, and she tried to squeeze herself shut against it. “At least wear a rubber! I have condoms..” She could feel her entrance starting to give out; “UGHhh!” she grunted as her delicate folds stretched further into her own body.

“Jenny!” shouted Edwin, and she saw him lunge forward in slow motion. The man with the hook sidestepped him, bringing the back of the hook down hard across Edwin’s wrist. The dive knife clattered to the floor as Edwin tackled the man and they went down fighting.

Jim turned to watch the struggle as well: “GodDAMMIT, Gary; get that fucker!” he shouted, the blunt head of his cock pried halfway into her desperately clinging folds.

Edwin got off a punch into Gary’s face, then tried to go for his knife. Gary swung the hook around and caught Edwin by his right thigh.

Edwin screamed as Gary yanked hard on the hook, sinking the point into thigh muscle and pulling Edwin down onto his face. 

Jim laughed; “That’s GOT to hurt! Fuck him up, Gary!”

Gary stood up, wiggling the hook to free it from Edwin’s leg. Edwin tried to get up, but his right leg wouldn’t hold him and he collapsed onto all fours again. Gary quickly scooped the hook down behind Edwin, lining the point up between his legs at his rectum.

“EDWIN!!!” screamed Jenny as Gary yanked hard, sinking the hook in and lifting him up by the hips. Edwin’s mouth hung open in silent agony as the sharp tip pierced his intestines. 

“Looks like loverboy’s getting fucked,” said Jim, pulling his cockhead out from between her folds. “It’s about time you did too.” He spit into his hand and rubbed it around his dick, making it glisten in the moonlight.

“Oh, please, stop this!” Jenny sobbed as he re-aligned his shiny tip against her. His spit-slickened cock popped right through, and her passage began to fill with the girth of his meat.

A tear rolled down Jenny’s cheek as Jim started fucking her. She watched Gary put his foot on Edwin’s ass and work his hook free. Edwin was now laying on his back, blood flowing out of his anus and from the wound in his thigh.

“Why don’t you leave him alone,” she said. “He can’t do anything to you now.” Her voice fluctuated from Jim’s violent thrusts that were rocking her body. She would have relaxed her arms and let herself fall over the edge of the boat if she didn’t have to leave Edwin behind. She had to help him somehow.

“You can do me too, Gary,” she said, desperately trying to distract him from his task of destroying the man she loved.

This got his attention. He smiled and unzipped his pants, approaching her from the side. The sick fucker had already gotten a hard-on from what he had done to Edwin.

Jenny knew what he wanted. With one hand still supporting her on the side of the boat, she took his cock with her other hand and guided it to her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and immediately started fucking her face, jabbing the back of her throat. Jim was pounding fast and furiously, like he was in a rush to dump his load in her.

Jenny’s life passed before her eyes. Edwin was dying and might not live the night. They had revealed their names, and would probably kill her after they finished using her. Hell, they were about to fill her with their vile bodily fluids, impregnating her and possibly filling her with who knows what diseases. Gary still held the bloody hook, perhaps intending to drive it between her legs as well.

As Jim rammed deep and start to grunt, the decision was clear. If she was going to die, she was going to do as much damage as she could.

She clamped her jaw muscles hard. Real hard. Her incisors made a crunching sound as they ripped through Gary’s cock at the base of the shaft.

At that moment in time, she became keenly aware of everything. She felt Jim’s cock spurting inside her, Gary’s blood spurting in her mouth. She could hear the waves lapping gently against the boat just as clearly as she could hear Gary screaming bloody murder.

The taste of Gary’s blood was metallic and sweet, and Jim’s warm wetness spread through her womb. She reached down and took the hook from Gary’s weak grip, and bend over further.

She could see Jim’s balls dangling low beneath her, quietly delivering their genetic payload a million times more than necessary in their mission to impregnate just one egg. She swung the hook up behind them and yanked, hoping to tear them both off.

The bloody point tugged them forward, then ripped through the skin between his nuts and broke free, ripping his sack in half. Before he could react, she dropped the hook and reached back to squeeze his nuts out from both sides of their pouch, the warm wet organs tight in her grip as she yanked hard. The cords stretched and then gave out, and Jim fell back without uttering so much as a whimper.

Jenny stood up in amazement, looking down at the three bleeding men on the deck of the boat. She could feel Jim’s cum leaking down the inside of her thighs, and she looked at the grayish-white organs in her hands. She had survived the fight, but had Jim already fired the fatal shot inside her? She'd run an AIDs test on his blood later. Right now, she had to get Edwin to a hospital.