THE PASSIONS OF PENELOPE
by Stephen Brooke
…we join our heroine in Chapter 8:
“Avast there, wench!”
The pirate captain strode purposefully across the deck, stepping over the first mate’s body, to roughly take Penelope into his muscular, tattooed arms.
“Yer me woman, now,” he growled, his dark eyes glowing with a lust born in the fires of hell. “I’ve won ye fair ’n’ square!”
“Oh, Captain Bard!” begged the young beauty, “don’t… stop…”
“Arrgh!” the buccaneer replied, pressing her against his main mast.
“Pieces of eight!” added his parrot.
“Jest let me at this bodice!” His powerful hands grasped at the cloth covering her full, heaving bosom. “What the divil!” he exclaimed in sudden surprise, pulling out his cutlass as the Indian chief leaped down from the poop deck.
“Penelope my woman!” claimed the chiseled savage. “She belong on top my totem pole!”
“We’ll see about that, me hearty!” The two, driven by their insatiable craving for Penelope’s perfect body, circled with sword and tomahawk in hand.
“Gentlemen!” Her sea-green eyes flashing, full rosy lips parted, the object of their quarrel stepped between them. “I’m woman enough for the two of you!” she announced, passionately ripping open her bodice to expose full, creamy breasts.
The desire-drunk combatants gaped at her with amazement, then lowered their weapons, looking each other’s hard, sweating bodies over thoughtfully.
“Me like threesome!” decided the bronze warrior. “You heap good looking sailor!”
“Yer not so bad yerself, matey! Let’s head fer me cabin!”
Chapter 9: Beauregard returns from the war!
appears in Lands Far Away ©2021
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