Gamble.

"Well, this is disappointing," I muttered. I was horny as hell, and now I had to wait. It was tempting to play with myself a bit, but before I could get started, there was a knock on the door. "Captain?" The door opened, and a head peered through.

"Oh, hello." It was one of the captain's lieutenants. He gave me a good look, I can tell you. Well, I wasn't surprised. My teeny tiny bikini thing barely covered anything.

"Where... where is the, er, captain?" the man said, unable to tear his gaze away.

And then I had an idea. It was a variation on the plan from before, and was dangerous, but if it worked it could mean my life of slavery could be averted. At the very least it would sow discontent amongst my captors, and cost them money. Yes, it was worth the risk.

"He's gone," I said, trying to look upset. "He said he would be back in an hour, maybe more. Can you believe that? What sort of man leaves a young, horny girl to herself?"

"I... I..." it was almost funny to see such a large, aggressive male at a loss for words.

I stood up and sauntered closer to him, trying to pout. "I have an idea," I said, in what I hoped was a sultry voice.

"Y... Yes?"

I pulled at his hand, which was enormous compared to mine, he was a really big chap!

"Why don't you take care of me?" I smiled. "You look like a proper fellow."

"Oh fuck," he gasped, more to himself than anything I think. "But the captain said..."

"Are you a real man or not?" I interrupted, stamping a foot for effect. "I thought pirates were brave, daring. I thought the didn't fear anything?"

"Well..." he said, his eyes focussing on my breasts.

"Maybe you don't like girls." I tried pouting again, and stepped back a pace, trying to jiggle my boobs as I did so.

"No!" he almost shouted. "No, I mean, yes! Yes, I like girls!"

"So then," I smiled and batted my eyelashes.

"Oh fuck," he moaned again. "You said the captain?"

"Will be at least an hour," I lied. I was beginning to get worried, I didn't think beguiling him would take this long. Maybe I'd overestimated my looks, or underestimated the hold the captain had on his crew.

"Fuck it," he said, and pushed his way into the room, closing the door behind him.

I took another step back, an involuntary one this time. He really was a big man!

"What's your name handsome?" I said, recovering my poise and sidling up to him. 'Oh my universe!' I thought.

He was nearly twice my height, and muscular beyond belief. His dark leather jacket had no sleeves, allowing him to display his mighty sinews to good effect. His arms were covered in tattoos, including one animated red dragon that flew up to his shoulder and then back down to his wrist.

"They call me Grog," he said, eyes gleaming.

"Because you like the drink I assume?" I moved even closer and traced the, enormous, bulge in his groin. "I can see you're a big man Grog."

"Oh sweet mercy!" he gasped, as I played with his tool through the material in his pants, which was being subjected to vast pressure by the looks of things.

"You like to fuck Grog?" I asked, which possibly rated as the most stupid question ever asked. I pulled at him, tugging him towards the bed. "You want to take me big man? Do you think you can handle it?"

In way of a reply, he picked me up and, literally, threw me onto the captain's bed. I landed on my back, legs wide. He grabbed his pants and practically ripped them open, and it was my turn to gasp.

He was a giant! I wondered if I would be able to handle him! Well, it was too late to back out, as he leaped onto the bed after me.

I didn't want to be crushed, so I jinked to one side and, very very quickly, and only for a split second, Boosted, which helped me flip him over onto his back.

"Oh my word!" I said, sidling down to his cock, which wouldn't have looked out of place on a pony. Using all my recently learned skills, I kissed the end of the thing, which was standing up like a tree, and then, needing to get this done quickly, I ripped my panties off and quickly positioned myself over it.

I stopped as the tip of his giant member was right at the entrance to my as yet unviolated pussy, hesitating, but Grog was having none of it, I'd goaded him past the point of no return. He grabbed my waist with his huge hands, and pulled me down, ramming his meat deep inside me in one sudden, brutal move.

"FUUUCKKK!" both of us screamed at the same time, likely for different reasons.

My pussy was sopping wet, which is probably the only reason it didn't split under the immense pressure. There was a sharp pain, and it felt like something had torn down there, and for a moment I think I even blacked out.

When I came to my senses, he was deep inside of me, moving me up and down as he slid himself out and in my tender body, my breasts were bouncing around like a balloons in a storm.

The pain started to fade, but it was almost irrelevant, as waves of lust now swept over me. I screamed in ecstasy. Why had I not done this before?

"More you fucking bitch!" I cried at him, and he rammed himself so hard into me I thought I was going to lose the use of my legs.

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" he cried, as we sped up, our bodies slamming together harder and harder, faster and faster.

"What the shit!?" Another voice, an angry voice, came from the doorway.

It was too late, we couldn't stop. The captain couldn't have timed his entrance any better, for, in an almost choreographed moment, both Grog and I came.

I screamed as a massive, massive orgasm made my body convulse and jerk, whilst Grog shouted in triumph as he shot what felt like a barrel-load of semen deep into me.

And then something tore me off him, and I was flying across the room, leaving a trail of sperm behind me like the plume of smoke from a rocket. I had a glimpse of Grog's gigantic cock, still upright, and still spurting his load like a white fountain, before I hit the floor.

"What the fuck!?"

I shook my head as Red's voice joined the party. Groaning, my poor little cunt was practically numb, I took in the scene I had orchestrated.

"Captain!" shouted Red. She was just inside the doorway, two others with her, I recognised both of them as high ranking pirates from the top table in the mess hall. Both were gaping at my naked form.

Captain Murder had his gun out, standing over his bed and pointing it at Grog's head, although in my opinion, there probably wasn't the majority of blood in that part of his body at that moment.

"You!" he cried to the man, who was lying on the bed panting.

"He took my virginity!" I cried, in an accusing manner. Well, it wasn't a lie.

"She..." Grog finally found his voice.

The captain cocked his pistol. "You're going to die for this," he snarled.

"No!" I shouted. "I want to!"

That stopped everyone.

"What?" the captain asked, his gun still aimed at Grog's head.

I stood up, rather shakily, which allowed about a litre of Grog's sperm to dribble down my legs.

"I challenge him for his position!" I said.

"What?" Murder repeated. "You can't do that, you're not a crew member."

"I accept."

"What?" Murder said, for the third time, looking back at Grog, who had just spoken.

"I accept," the large man said. "It's my right, as the challenged, whether to accept or not, no matter if she's not a crewmember."

With a dazed expression, Murder looked at Red, who nodded.

"He's right captain," she said. "He can accept the terms, if he wants, and that means you have to let him take the challenge."

"And when I win, I'm vindicated," Grog added.

"If you win," I muttered, but quietly, not wanting to interrupt the process when it was going the way I wanted.

"But Grog also gets choice of weapons," Red added, glaring at me through narrowed eyes.

Maybe not entirely my way. I'd have chosen guns.

"Swords," Grog said, immediately, and also looked at me, his expression unreadable.

"Accepted," I said. Like I had any real choice.

"Fuck!" shouted Murder, lowering his gun. "Fuck!"

I nodded. Fuck indeed.