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her
thighs, pushing the delicate material out of his way. She was
wearing white lace panties that matched her bra. He quickly pushed
them aside, exposing her smooth shaven pussy lips.
    Delia looked around nervously, but the
deck was empty. Only the seagulls perched on the railing nearby
were witness to what was about to occur. If the seagulls knew what
a shameless slut she was, so be it. She could live with
that.
    Tyler’s fingers slid over her
soft flesh with ease, aided by her juices. When had she become so wet? Her
pussy was positively dripping with desire. It had been a long, long
time since the pretty workaholic had been fucked. She wanted it so
bad – hell, she needed it.
    Delia gasped when Tyler’s middle finger
delved inside her slick gash. He took a moment to tease her clit,
lightly rubbing the tender morsel until it became swollen and
engorged with lust. Delia gasped as her most intimate flesh was
manipulated. She was so turned on. It felt like her sex was on
fire.
    She reached down and unzipped Tyler’s
cock, allowing it to spring free of the confines of his clothing.
She snuck a peek, wishing that she could push the shadows aside for
a better view. “I need you in me,” she whispered, the urgency of
her plea apparent. She couldn’t bear to wait another second to feel
her tight pussy penetrated by the sexy personal trainer’s stiff
prick!
    Delia wrapped her arms around Tyler’s
neck and tipped her head back as he prepared to stick it in her.
Then she heard a noise nearby that prompted her to open her eyes.
Her mind went blank for an instant as she tried to take in what she
was seeing. Then she screamed.
    ***
    Delia wasn’t one to keep up
with current events. But it didn’t take a rocket scientist to
discern that the cruise ship had been attacked by pirates. As
several young, tough-looking men jumped aboard the ship from their
motorboats, she froze.
    Tyler took off running, leaving Delia
behind to fend for herself.
    She forgot that her panties were around
her ankles and when she tried to make a mad dash inside, she
stumbled. Cursing under her breath, she quickly kicked the white
lace panties off. Then she hurriedly slipped off her shoes as well;
running in sandals aboard a ship that’s out at sea is never a good
idea.
    She heard shouting behind
her as she scrambled for cover. She cast a quick look over her
shoulder. She saw crew members from the cruise ship emerge from
inside and engage in a heated argument with the pirates. Delia
half-expected machine guns to be drawn or something equally
horrifying, but thankfully that didn’t happen. The pirates, it
seemed, were retreating.
    Just as she got to the sliding door
that connected the inside of the ship to the deck, Delia felt a
muscular arm close around her waist. Another one wrapped around her
neck, the headlock effectively choking her. She was so stunned that
she couldn’t even scream.
    In the commotion, it seemed no one
heard or saw what was happening to her. Delia was half-dragged,
half-carried back out onto the deck. She was roughly tossed over
the side of the ship. Another pirate was waiting in a motorboat
down below. He caught her easily and quickly bound her arms behind
her back. He used the last of the rope to gag her.
    The pirates’ ship was anchored near the
cruise ship. In a matter of minutes, the pirates had Delia onboard.
She didn’t know what they had in store for her but she knew it
couldn’t be good.
    “They agreed to give us
food,” one of the pirate said to another. “But it’s getting harder
and harder to get cash from the cruise ships. Maybe we can hold the
woman ransom until we get what we want.”
    Another, meaner-looking
pirate scoffed. “Unless she’s someone rich and important, who’s
going to care? We won’t get any money for her. Let’s just have our
fun with the bitch and throw her overboard when we’re done with
her.”
    He eyed Delia’s body ravenously as he
spoke, his gaze lingering on her shapely bare legs.