When they arrived at the beach, Emma was surprised to see a shabby boat anchored in the sea not far from the beach. But it was the dozen or so pirates watching them arrive that sent shivers down her spine. She felt like a piece of meat waiting to be devoured by a pack of wolves.

In the center stood the tallest man she'd ever seen. He was covered in scars, and next to him, a Black man, who could have passed for Mike's brother, stood.

Mike approached them. "As agreed, this is the girl, Motumbo," pulling Emma beside him. Then, taking her by the waist, he added. "But before you take her, I have a deal for you. An offer so tempting that even you won't be able to resist it."

The giant pirate burst out laughing and, looking directly into Mike's eyes, said. "Look at this, guys. The great Hurricane wants to negotiate, huh? What do you think, guys? Has he been fooled by this sweet-walking cunt? Or even worse, he might even have fallen in love with the girl."

As one, all the pirates burst into laughter at their leader's joke.

"What did you do to my mother, you monster?" Emma yelled.

Without turning your head, Motumbo answered. "And she talks. Didn't you teach her that a female's mouth is only for giving blowjobs, Hurricane?"

Once again, all the pirates laughed heartily.

Then Motumbo stared at Emma and said, "You won't be able to walk or talk when I'm done with you, just like your mother. She's my woman... for now. It was a real delight to empty myself in all her holes while she bawled like a pig.

"Here's my deal: if you want to save her, all you have to do is take her place, Princess."

Oddly enough, being called a princess by Motumbo disgusted Emma to the point of wanting to vomit, even though she loved the nickname when it came from Mike.

Seeing that she didn't flinch, Motumbo turned to Mike and added, "You know what it means to be my personal hole, right? I'm sure she's currently on my bed, stuffing her honeypot with all the toys I left for her. She must be thinking about my big dong so much that she's completely forgotten about you, Hurricane."

Mike clenched his fists in rage, but he knew it wasn't time to react yet. He took out the bag of drugs he'd hidden behind his back and showed it to Motumbo. "I have a shipment of 'pink dream' on this island. Free the two girls, and I'll show you where I hid it."

Motumbo's piggy eyes narrowed. A shipment of 'pink dream' meant a guaranteed fortune. No more working for the big boss; he was finally going to be the big boss. But, cleverly, he said, "I don't believe you, Hurricane. How could you have found so much?"

"I was on the boat when it sank," Mike lied. "I was able to secure the entire shipment before the boat completely sank."

"You want me to believe you like that? You're going to show Weasel and Twisted your hiding place. If... and I mean if you can prove it. My men will take you to my boat so we can discuss your 'deal' when you get back. If not, we'll leave you to have fun on your island, alone." Then, glancing at Weasel, he continued, "After making sure nothing bad happens to you, of course."

"But I'll take the girl in the meantime, to be sure." Then, pointing at Emma, he said to a nearby pirate. "Go get the whore. Let's go back to the boat."

With that, Motumbo turned and walked towards a canoe lying on the sand. Then, suddenly, he turned back, looking mean. "Finally, I want you to prove to me that you're in good faith, Hurricane. You're going to tell the Princess that she must obey me while you're gone. If she complies and follows me nicely, then we can even drink rum while we talk business."

Mike, furious, was about to tell Motumbo to fuck off when he saw Emma lower her eyes, submissive, and walk towards Motumbo of her own accord. "Be nice to me, Mr. Motumbo, please."

Motumbo burst out laughing. "Haha, look at that. You said you could have any girl you wanted, Hurricane. But I think this one prefers a 'real' man. Come here, filly."

Emma trotted over to Motumbo and, without looking at Mike, then pressed herself against him. She didn't even shiver when he crushed her breast with one of his large hands.

"See you soon, my little Hurricane. Don't be in too much of a hurry. I have a lot to say to the little Princess."

And so it was that Emma was led onto the boat and then into Captain Motumbo's cabin. There she discovered that, alas, he hadn't lied.

Her mother was sprawled out on a downright disgusting mattress, giving it her all as she attempted to cram an oversized dildo up her cornhole while simultaneously fishing around in her slimy snatch with her other hand. Her peepers were glazed over like a donut shop window, her mouth was open, and her tongue was just hanging out, saliva cascading down her chin.

Emma rushed over to her mother, shouting, "MOM!!" But it was no use. Mia didn't even realize her daughter was there; she was so high on the "pink dream."

Furious, Emma grabbed a small bag from a table next to the bed and threw it at Motumbo.

Angrily, Motumbo slapped her roughly. "Bitch, you just threw away merchandise worth more than your holes. I'll teach you some respect."

Grabbing her by a wrist, he sat on the bed next to Mia and put her on his knees. Then he began to spank her brutally. "I'll make you understand your place with a belt if necessary. Can you hear me, slut?"

He pulled her to her feet, tied her up with a chain hanging from the ceiling, then stuffed a filthy cloth in her mouth, forbidding her to make a single sound. At his mercy, Emma watched him remove his belt, her eyes wide with horror. Was he really going to whip her in his fury?

Suddenly, a ringing sound rang in the cabin. Motumbo said in an icy tone, "Don't move. I'm not finished with you, you whore." Then he picked up a phone hidden under a pile of dirty laundry.

Emma saw him turn pale, then say, "H-hello, sir... Yes, I have the situation under control... Yes, your wife will cause you no more trouble... What? Are you sure? Yes, yes, it's fine. I understand. I'm not disputing your orders; it's just that she could have brought us a good price... I understand; I'll get rid of her as soon as I'm done with her.

"I have good news, though. The shipment of you-know-whats you thought you lost... Yes, that's right, the one from the deal you were supposed to conclude at the same time as your wife's 'tragic' disappearance. We've partially recovered it. That deserves a bonus, right?"

"And your daughter?" Motumbo looked at Emma with a vicious, cruel look, then she saw him press a button to put his phone on speakerphone.

It was when she heard the voice on the other end of the line that Emma got the biggest surprise of her life.

It was her father's voice she heard saying. "Yes, my daughter, you idiot. Did you find her too?"

"Yes, sir, my men are bringing her back to the boat as we speak. On the other hand, we discovered that she spent several months naked with the local savages."

"What? No, not my angel." Emma heard a whisper, as if her father was getting more annoyed than sad on the other end of the line, and then finally said.

"Is she still a virgin?"

"I haven't checked, sir, but I can if you like."

"I'm not happy about it, but I have to make sure. If she's still a virgin, I can marry her off to the son of a Cuban drug lord. But her virginity has to be absolutely certain. They don't mess around with principles there."

Winking at Emma, Motumbo replied, "I'll check her out as soon as my guys bring her back. What if she's no longer a virgin? We'll have her suffer the same fate as her mother, a 'mysterious' disappearance on the high seas?"

"Enough, I'm not a monster." The voice added after a small pause. "Sell her, but not to one of your usual seedy brothels. She's my daughter after all; she deserves a luxury brothel. And who knows, maybe I'll send some clients to see her, so it won't have been completely wasted raising her."

"Very well, sir. It will be done as..." Motumbo didn't have time to finish his sentence before Emma's father had already hung up.

He then turned to Emma: "Charming father. So, where were we? Oh, yes, teaching you the 'hard way.' And afterward, something tells me I'll have the misfortune to tell your father that his beloved daughter is no longer a virgin.

"After all, considering how long you spent with Hurricane, I wouldn't be surprised if it's true."

He removed her gag and continued. "I'll free your mouth; it'll be more fun now, won't it?"

As soon as she could speak, Emma screamed. "Mike isn't a monster like you. He's never forced me or made me do things I didn't want to!"

"Mike, you call him Mike. Looking at you like that, I'd swear you're in love with him! Hahaha, what an exceptional liar, Hurricane!" Motumbo exclaimed, laughing, as if talking to himself. "He's really too good at this little con game, playing the man who cares."

Then, looking at Emma, he added. "And I'm sure he gave you his spiel after you confessed your virginity. Who was it this time? His niece, his aunt? His sister, maybe?"

Seeing Emma's shocked expression, he continued, "So that's it. He pulled the sister trick on you. You should know, he's never had anyone. He was thrown in a trash can when he was born. He just knew you'd make him a tidy sum if he could sell you as a virgin. I understand him; why waste money when he had another personal cumdump hole at his disposal?" he concluded, pointing at Mia.

"No, no, it's not true. Mike didn't lie to me, I'm sure of it." Emma screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Motumbo didn't reply, just smiled a sadistic smile. Then he slowly raised his arm with the belt.

But, just as he was about to bring it down on Emma, he heard a low growl behind him. As if a ferocious beast were about to devour him.

Turning around, he found Mike, naked and soaked in seawater, ready to pounce on him. His face was contorted with rage, and his eyes were filled with the fury of a large tiger ready to kill its prey.

With a titanic leap, Mike delivered a masterful headbutt to Motumbo, knocking him back. Then, as if to prove he wasn't the animal we now all think he'd become but rather the gentleman he claimed to be. He gave him a friendly but somewhat brutal knee in the balls.

Before Motumbo could scream in pain, Mike grabbed the dirty cloth he'd once used for Emma and shoved it down his throat. Snapping on some handcuffs, he immobilized Motumbo, who had passed out from the pain, so he wouldn't cause any more trouble. Then he freed Emma from her restraints before going to see Mia.

"The bastard made her swallow a hell of a lot of 'pink dream.' We're going to have to make her cum real quick if we don't want her to become addicted to this shit."

Then, looking up, he saw Emma staring at him, tears still flowing. "Is what he said true? Don't you have a sister?"

"Emma, Princess, I owe you an explanation, I know it, but not now. Right now, we need to leave quickly and take care of your mother."

As if by magic, hearing Mike's voice, Mia regained some consciousness and said, "Mike, is that you? I know you will come. I was brave, Mike. I never gave in, even though that bastard told me everything." She continued in a whisper. "I know everything, Mike. But I'll forgive you if you save my daughter."

She turned to Emma and continued. "I always knew your father was involved in illegal business. But it's worse, Em. He's a bastard slaver. He uses drugs to sell women into sex slavery."

"He has to be stopped, Em, you hear me! This is bigger than you or me."

"It's young women that he's sending to his whorehouse, like lambs to slaughter. Promise me you'll be strong and do whatever it takes to stop him from destroying more lives.

"Now go, both of you. I don't have the strength to run away. Leave me here."

Mike couldn't believe the courage of these two women, and his love for them grew even stronger. Closing his eyes, he let go of his anger and prepared himself for the only solution left to him.

When he opened them again, he discovered Emma smearing her breasts with 'pink dream.' "What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"You told me that if men swallowed that shit, they'd turn into zombies, right? So, what do you think of the platter to trick them? They'll pounce on me, and you'll take the opportunity to escape."

"That's out of the question! You promised me you'd run away if I ordered you to, and I do now. Run away with your mother."

Before he could persuade them to leave, the boat cabin door opened, and a grinning Weasel walked in. "I see you've already gotten rid of that big pile of fat, just like I predicted, Hurricane. Perfect, I just have to take care of you, and I'll finally be captain."

Mike looked at him coldly and said, "I thought you were a brother. That's why I didn't kill you earlier in the forest, and this is how you thank me?"

"Stop it. I knew perfectly well you just wanted to lose us in the forest so you'd have time to save your females. We've known each other forever. Come on, get out; I want to prove to everyone that I'm the strongest."

Turning to two pirates who were standing in the doorway, he said, "You two, take the girls. I wouldn't want them to escape while I settle the score with Hurricane. We've played enough cat and mouse for tonight."

He then caressed Emma's chest, adding, "Try to make the pleasure last, Hurricane. I'd like the powder to take effect while I cut you up little by little.

"And when I defeat you, I'll let you watch me make her cum while you bleed out. Consider it my parting gift to my 'brother.'"

Mike spat in his face, which made Weasel laugh, then went out onto the deck of the ship where all the pirates were gathered.

The air was thick with the smell of saltwater and sweat as the pirates parted to create a makeshift arena for the two men. The moon cast a silver glow on their naked, muscular forms as they faced each other, the tension palpable as a storm brewing at sea. Mike's eyes never left Weasel's, his rage a beacon that pierced through the darkness. In his hand, a gleaming knife, taken from a nearby pirate, reflected the moonlight, a silent promise of retribution.

Weasel smirked, twirling his own blade with a casual grace that belied the malice in his heart. "You're going to regret this, Hurricane. I'll make you watch as I claim what's rightfully mine," he hissed. The pirate crew jeered, eager for the bloody show.

The knife fight began with a flurry of motion. Blades glinted and clashed in the moonlight as Mike and Weasel circled each other, their feet silent on the wooden planks. Mike's muscles rippled with power as he lunged and parried, his movements a dance of deadly intent. Weasel was fast, but Mike was faster, his anger lending him a strength that surprised even himself. The pirates shouted encouragements and placed bets, the excitement of the fight feeding their bloodthirsty spirits.

Weasel struck first, his blade aiming for Mike's chest. Mike dodged with a swiftness that seemed almost inhuman, his eyes never leaving his opponent's. He countered with a slice at Weasel's stomach, but Weasel danced away, his own blade cutting the air in a graceful arc. The pirates' breaths grew heavy with anticipation, their eyes glued to the deadly ballet before them.

Emma and Mia, held captive by the rest of the pirates, watched the scene unfold with their hearts in their throats. Their eyes were wide with fear as the two men moved with a feral grace, their muscles flexing and taut with tension.

The ship's rocking beneath their feet seemed to match the rhythm of their racing pulses.

Suddenly, a sharp intake of breath from Mike made the girls' stomachs drop. Weasel had managed to sneak in a hit, his knife slicing through the skin above Mike's shoulder, where the ink of his tattoo began to bead with blood.

The tattoo was a symbol of Mike's past life, a constant reminder of the storms he'd weathered, and now it was stained with the crimson of a new battle. The pirates let out a roar of triumph, but the victory was short-lived as Mike's pain only served to fuel his rage.

With a snarl that echoed across the dark waters, Mike plunged his own knife into Weasel's side, aiming for the kidney. Weasel's smirk contorted into a grimace of agony, but he didn't go down immediately. Instead, he lunged again, his blade seeking Mike's heart. The two men were locked in a dance of death, each step and thrust a testament to their desperation.

The pirates watched, their cheers dying in their throats as the gravity of the moment settled upon them. This was no longer a game or a show of strength; it was a battle for survival. The moonlight painted a macabre picture of the two combatants, their bodies slick with sweat and blood, the shadows playing tricks on their strained expressions.

With a roar that could have awakened the Kraken itself, Mike summoned all his strength and rage and plunged his knife into Weasel's side with such ferocity that the pirate's eyes widened in shock. The blade sank deep, and Weasel's breath hissed as he felt the warm outpouring of his own life force drain from the wound.

Mike didn't wait for the shock to fully register in Weasel's eyes. With a swift, powerful move, he grabbed Weasel's neck and swung him around, using his momentum to throw the treacherous pirate over his shoulder.

Weasel's legs kicked out wildly, but it was too late. With a splash that seemed to echo across the silent sea, Weasel's body disappeared into the inky blackness below. The pirate crew, stunned into silence, watched the ripples spread out from the impact, their cheers replaced by a sudden, sobering realization that the tides had turned.

And the silence that had fallen upon Weasel's disappearance was suddenly broken by Mike's cry of rage. "I'm your captain now! If anyone else wants to try, they can join Weasel, understand!

"Now, bring my two females back to my cabin. And put the big pig in irons for me. I'm sure we can sell him for a good price, considering how many 'friends' he has around here."

After the pirates had taken Motumbo, Mike laid Mia on the bed. She was so pale and dripping with sweat that Mike was afraid it was too late for her.

Yet, she reached out a hand to his face and gently stroked his cheek. "Mike, don't be sad. You saved us just like you promised."

"I'm sorry, I should have done more. I failed once again to save a woman I love," he confessed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You haven't failed. And as long as we're alive, there's hope."

"But in your condition, it would take a sexual orgy to free you from the drug. Your current state is why we call it the 'pink waking dream.' You'll remain trapped in this dream until you've rid yourself of the drug by cumming, cumming... again and again. And it's more effective if the man comes inside you too. But given my condition, I don't know if I could make you cum enough."

"Then you know what's left to do, my love."

"No, I beg you, don't ask me that," Mike replied, understanding Mia. "I could never forgive myself if I put you through that. I'm different now; I'm no longer the man Weasel knew."

"You have no choice, my love. You told me yourself, you shouldn't be ashamed of who you are. And besides, you have to earn the trust of your men." She replied with a tired but tender smile.

She knew he would do the right thing when his face froze into a perfect poker face, but he was unable to hide the pain and sadness lurking deep in his eyes. So, to reassure him, she whispered, "Don't worry, it will only be sex. For me, each of these men will be you, my love." Then she kissed him languidly.

Seeing that she was ready to sacrifice her body for him, Mike could only resolve to give her to his men.

He gently took Mia in his arms, nodded to Emma to follow him, and went to join the crew on deck.

When he appeared on the deck, everyone suddenly fell silent.

Only the sound of night birds could be heard in the distance in the forest.

And suddenly, Mike yelled with the voice of a tribal war chief. "I am your leader now! And I will be the guide and protector for all who want to follow me.

"However, I will show no mercy to those who seek to betray me. So those who don't want me as their leader. Get in the rowboat and get off my boat."

He stared at them hard, and seeing that none of them had moved, added, «Well, you are all mine now, and I will be unyielding and harsh with you band of jackals. But, unlike Motumbo, who kept everything for himself, I will share with you. And the most loyal will get the biggest share of the spoils."

All the pirates exclaimed as one. "Long live Hurricane. Long live our captain."

"Here is your reward," he said. lifting Mia above his head. “Tonight, she is yours for your pleasure. She promised to satisfy you all. And I promised in return that I would leave her on this island with her daughter if she kept her promise. AND I ALWAYS KEEP MY PROMISES.”

"So have fun, guys. But I forbid you from hurting her while I take care of her daughter." And with that, he threw Mia into the group of pirates.

Without looking back, Mike then dragged Emma off the boat so she wouldn't see what was about to happen to her mother.

And he was right to do so, because Mia hadn't even had time to touch the deck before the pirates were already attacking her.

The first pirate to reach her was a burly, bearded man named Blackbeard. He was massive, and his dong was to match. He grabbed Mia's face with one hand and pushed her down to her knees with the other. She felt the rough fabric of his trousers against her cheek, smelling of salt, sweat, and rum. She looked up into his eyes, filled with lust and greed. "Take it, bitch," he snarled, unbuckling his belt.

Mia opened her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she took him in, inch by inch. The other pirates watched, eager and hungry, as she began to suck and lick him with a fervor that surprised even herself. The taste of him was overpowering, a mix of unwashed flesh and male desire. She felt her own body responding despite her fears, her coochie growing wetter as she worked his shaft, her mind racing with the thought that this was all for Mike, her love. But, suddenly, she was lost in the 'pink dream' and became a real succubus, craving only sex.

The other pirates didn't wait long before joining in. One by one, they stepped forward, eager to claim their prize. Mia, completely naked, felt their hands everywhere, grabbing, squeezing, and probing. Someone pulled her legs apart, exposing her to the cool night air, and she felt a warm, wet tongue lick up the length of her slit. She gasped around Blackbeard's salami as fingers began to play with her clit, her body betraying her by responding with a shiver of pleasure.

The men were like a frenzied horde, stripping off their clothes and taking turns with her. One pirate pushed himself inside her after she was placed on all fours, filling her to the brim as she was restarting her blowjob on Blackbeard's manhood. She felt stretched and full, and the sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating. He began to thrust into her hard and fast, and she had to fight to keep from screaming out.

The pirate fucking her from behind was rough, his hands digging into her hips as he slammed into her with an animalistic hunger. Mia's eyes watered with each thrust, her body shaking from the force. She focused on the taste of Blackbeard in her mouth, the way he was getting closer to his climax, the sound of his labored breathing, and the feel of the pirate's shaft inside her, stretching and claiming her in the most primal way.

Another pirate approached her, his erection bobbing in front of her face, smearing precum across her cheek as he waited for Blackbeard to finish. She knew what he wanted, and she took him in, her mouth still stretched around Blackbeard's thick

The men around her were a blur of tattoos, piercings, and scars, each one more terrifying than the last. As she switched between the two cocks in her mouth, her body was used by the pirates behind her, the sensation of fullness overwhelming. They took turns, one in her wet cavern, another in her botty, each one more brutal than the last. She could feel the stretch and burn, the pain mixing with the arousal that she couldn't control.

The pirates Mia was sucking finally reached their climax, roaring as they joined, spilling their seed down her throat. She swallowed, trying not to gag. The pirate who had been fucking her butt pulled out, his dick glistening with her juices, and moved around to her face, pushing it into her mouth as the next man claimed her from behind. His meat was thick and unyielding, stretching her buns until she thought she'd split in two.

Mia's eyes were wide with shock and arousal as she stared up at the night sky, stars twinkling down at her as she serviced the men. She could feel their hands all over her body, pinching her nipples, slapping her buttocks, and pulling her hair as they fucked her hard and fast. The pain was intense, but it was also a strange kind of pleasure, the kind that came from knowing that fucking somehow brought her closer to freedom with every thrust and every moan she couldn't hold back.

As another pirate came inside her, she felt herself getting closer to another climax. Her body was a maelstrom of sensation, each wave of pleasure threatening to drown her. She had never been with so many men at once, and the sheer physicality of it all was overwhelming. They didn't hold back, using her roughly, their grunts and groans mixing with the slap of flesh on flesh.

Her cries grew louder, her body shaking with every orgasm that was ripped from her. She felt used, claimed, and utterly consumed by these men. And yet, with each passing moment, she felt a strange kind of power, a sense of control over them that she had never experienced before. They were desperate for her, for her body, and she was giving it to them freely.

One by one, the pirates emptied themselves into her, their seed mixing with her juices, painting her body with their lust. She tasted salt and sweat as she continued to service their cocks, her mouth never empty, her twat and ass never still. The men grew more frantic, their strokes becoming erratic as they approached their own climaxes. She felt like a goddess, a sexual being capable of bringing these rough men to their knees with nothing but her body.

She moaned around one pirate's hot rod, feeling the beginnings of another orgasm building within her. She was so close, her body on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure. And as she felt the pirate inside her tense, she knew he was close too. With a final, desperate push, he exploded, filling her completely.

Mia's body spasmed around him as she climaxed, her muscles clenching and releasing in a symphony of ecstasy. The pirates around her watched with rapt attention, their own arousal growing as they saw her pleasure. They didn't care about her dignity, only their own satisfaction. But she didn't mind. She was lost in the pink dream, a world where only pleasure mattered.

The pirate pulled out, panting heavily, and she felt the warm gush of his cum spurt onto her back. She barely had time to catch her breath before the next man took his place, his dick slick with the cum of his predecessors. He didn't hesitate, pushing into her tight, abused coin slot without mercy. Mia's cries grew louder as he pumped into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel the drug's grip on her loosening, the desire to cum again and again becoming an all-consuming need.

At the same time, another knob was standing at attention, and she took him in her mouth, eager to taste him, to feel him explode between her lips. Her eyes watered as she deep-throated him, her throat muscles working to please him. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he face-fucked her, his hips bucking wildly. She felt someone enter her from behind, his hammer sliding into her tush with ease. The feeling was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent her over the edge again. She screamed around the pecker in her mouth, her body convulsing as she came hard.

The pirate in her mouth didn't last long, and she felt his hot cum spurt into her mouth, filling her cheeks. She swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of victory, her eyes watering, but her cunt was begging for more.

The men didn't stop, their lust driving them forward. They used her like a toy, passing her around, filling every hole she had with their meat sticks. Mia was lost in the sensations, her mind a haze of pleasure and pain. She felt some pirate's schlong swell inside her, and she knew he was close. She clenched her ass muscles, eager to milk him of his cum. With a roar, he came, his hot seed flooding her bowels as she took another pirate's dork in her mouth. She felt like a whore, a slut, but she didn't care.

It was a strange, intoxicating feeling, like she was being reborn with every man's seed. She felt the last of the drug's effects slipping away, replaced by an all-encompassing need to be fucked. She was insatiable, a sexual demon that could never be fully satisfied. Her pussy was swollen, her backside tight and sore, but she didn't want it to end. The men were relentless, using her like a ragdoll, pushing her to her limits and beyond. But she didn't care. She was free, free from the drug's grasp, free to give herself to these men for Mike.

Her crack was a slick, sticky mess of cum and sweat, her rump stretched and abused by the men who had claimed her. But she felt alive, more alive than she had in years. Finally, she felt the last pirate's cock thicken and swell, his breathing growing ragged as he approached climax. She tightened her muscles, eager to feel him come inside her, to drain him dry. With a final, desperate thrust, he emptied himself, his cum mixing with the others'.

Mia's eyes grew heavy, her body trembling with exhaustion. She had done it. She had satisfied all of Mike's men, and now she could rest. The pirates, their lust sated, pulled away from her, leaving her sprawled on the deck, a cum-soaked mess. She couldn't help the smile that played across her lips as she felt the warmth of their seed inside her, a testament to her love and sacrifice for Mike. Her body was covered in their marks, the bruises and bites a map of her conquest. She had never felt so used, so wanted, and she reveled in it.

The men gathered their clothes, their eyes on her as they whispered among themselves. They knew she was special, that she had done something for their new captain that no other woman would dare. They had taken her, claimed her, and yet she had emerged from the fray with a strange dignity, a queen among whores. They had respect for her now, a begrudging admiration for her strength and her willingness to do what was necessary.

A few hours earlier, as they arrived on the beach, Emma turned to Mike and said, "Meet me on the beach. The one where you found me after the storm the first day on this island." Then she ran off into the forest.

Mike took his time arriving because he knew the young woman needed to be alone to process the day's events.

When he finally reached the beach, she was lying there where he'd woken her after the shipwreck, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"If you love my mother as you said, why did you let her sacrifice herself, Mike, or whatever your real name is, Hurricane?"

"My name is really Mike, you know, Princess."

Before he could say another word and without him expecting it, she threw in his face, "Who's Coconut, Mike?"

Turning her face to him, she saw the surprise on his face, as if he'd seen an ancient ghost from his past.

"H-how do you know that name?"

"You didn't call me Princess this afternoon when you came in my ass, you know? But Coconut. So that's the name of the woman your heart really beats for?"

"Oh, Emma, yes, I really love her, but she is my sister."

"Liar!! Motumbo told me you have no family! That you were thrown in a trash can when you were born!"

"And it's true, sadly. But it was Coconut's mother who took Weasel and me in. They were our real family. But when we started to become men, it wasn't sisterly love that Weasel and I felt anymore. But it was him she chose... not me."

"And one day, they came for her, those bastard slavers. We fought back, but there were so many of them that they almost killed Weasel and me. That's when I got the bullet in my shoulder, the one under the tattoo.

"And you know who did it to me? Their leader."

Emma's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Mike had just said. "Was... was my father the one who kidnapped Coconut and shot you? Is that why you can't love us?"

"But I love you, Emma. I love you both. You bewitched me day after day spent on that island with you. You even managed to revive Mike when I thought he was dead when…"

His eyes drifted into the mist of the past as he continued, "Coconut was as good as dead when Weasel and I finally found her."

"What did they do to her?"

"She was like us, immune to the drug. So they broke her in another way to make her obey. She asked us to bring her home to... to permanently ease her pain."

"That destroyed Weasel that day. All he could think about was revenge on your father. So we joined the Navy commandos to be undercover agents."

"You have no idea how many victims we managed to save. And then luck smiled on us. We were ordered to get rid of your mother because your father was no longer interested in her.

"In fact, after your grandfather died, only her inheritance mattered. So he organized your famous "trip" so we could capture her."

"I was supposed to seduce her that day to kidnap her. Then we would have gotten rid of that bastard Motumbo, and then Weasel would have proven his worth to your father. All for Weasel to be at last close to him. We finally can have our revenge on your family."

"But it didn't go as planned because of the storm and the months it took to find us."

As Mike paused in his story, Emma exclaimed. "But you just killed him. You killed your brother!!!"

Mike burst out laughing as he confessed. "Don't worry. It was just a show so I could become the captain of the ship; it was the only way to save you and your mother.

“Don’t worry, we've been playing this little trick for years when one of us was supposed to disappear. Now he must have joined a canoe he hid on the other side of the island while we were getting ready this afternoon."

"You tricked me! You didn't trust me!"

“It was a little ruse, Princess. It was our backup strategy if things went south. And you wouldn't have been able to stay so cool if you had known. You were perfect, I assure you.”

"And he's not going to wait for us?"

"No, he has other things to deal with. I told you Coconut wanted to die. But we couldn't bring ourselves to do it. So she did something terrible: she threw herself off a bridge while we were in training. She'd been in a coma the whole time, but she just woke up. Weasel's scared for her, so he went to join her."

Emma suddenly took on the appearance of a shy little girl and, putting a finger to her lips, whispered, "So, I'm convincing as an obedient little girl? That deserves a reward, right?"

Unable to resist, Mike threw himself on her to kiss her greedily. And she let him, playing very well the submissive woman she wanted to be for him.

Placing a final kiss on her lips, Mike put his hand in her hair to look at her. Emma was magnificent, the stars reflected in her eyes. And it was at that magical moment she took his head in both hands to say to him.

"Mike, make me a woman now. I want you to be the one who makes me discover love. I want to become your Coconut."

"Oh, Princess, it's the drug that makes you say that. You're worth more than a loser like me."

"I love you, Mike, and I'll love you all my life. So take me, I'll give you the only thing I have left, and that way we'll always be united by this moment."

Mike didn't answer but kissed her again, like a prince would to free his princess from her curse. But, unlike in the fairy tale, he didn't stop there. No, he pecked her neck with light kisses before swallowing one of her nipples.

When he felt it stiffen, he nibbled lightly before doing the same to the other. Then, while he pinched Emma's hard nipples, he continued his path towards her pubic mound. Emma spread her legs wide to give him easier access to her vagina, but while she wanted to take his head with her hands to force him to go faster, he looked at her, his eyes like two burning embers.

"No, Coconut. Be good, grab your hands, and put them above your head. If I see them move, I'll take you back to camp and give you to my men."

"Savage, Pirate," she moaned as he gently sucked on her clitoris. Nibbling gently, he put two fingers in Emma's mouth. She sucked and sucked them greedily, as if she were giving him a blowjob. When they were nice and wet, he plunged them into her welcoming pussy.

And that's how she had her first orgasm of the night, with Mike's mouth sucking on her clitoris and his fingers pounding her pussy.

Mike sat up to look at her and said, "Are you sure, Coconut?"

Rather than answer, she grabbed his shoulders to force him on top of her. She even had the audacity to press her feet behind Mike's buttocks to force him to penetrate her.

Mike looked at her, his eyes filled with love and lust as he slid his cock into her tight, virgin pussy. The feeling was heavenly for both of them. Emma bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly as he filled her up. She felt the sand sticking to her sweaty skin and the ocean breeze whispering sweet nothings into her ear. The waves crashed against the shore in time with their bodies, the rhythm of nature mimicking the rhythm of their lovemaking.

That's how she became a woman, under the thrusts of Mike, who took his time to ensure she enjoyed her first time.

He began to move gently, letting her get used to the feeling of him inside her. With every push, he went a little deeper, stretching her walls to accommodate his size. She felt a mix of pain and pleasure, but mostly pleasure. The pain was a reminder that she was experiencing something new and incredible, something that would bond them forever. Mike's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the arch of her back. He kissed her neck and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, making her shiver with anticipation.

Emma wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as he picked up the pace. The waves grew more insistent, the moon casting shadows across their entwined bodies. Mike's tongue danced with hers, mimicking the rhythm of their hips. His cock slid in and out of her, and she felt herself growing wetter with every stroke. Her inner walls clenched around him, urging him deeper, begging for more. The sand was forgotten under the heat of their passion, their bodies moving in harmony with the tides.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons of pleasure and pain. Mike groaned against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. The scent of the sea mingled with their musk, creating a heady aroma that filled the air around them. He slammed into her, her breasts bouncing with the force of his movements, and Emma's moans grew louder, echoing across the deserted beach.

Her pussy was tight around him, her walls fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. Mike felt like he was in a trance, his body moving of its own accord as he claimed her innocence. He knew he had to be gentle, but the passion was too intense, too all-consuming. He picked up the pace, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of desire.

Emma's breaths grew ragged as she met his every thrust, her hips rising to meet him. She felt her second orgasm building, the waves of pleasure threatening to overtake her. Mike could feel it too, her pussy tightening around his cock, her legs trembling with the effort to hold on. He leaned down to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring the warm cavern of her mouth as their bodies danced together in the sand.

Her nails scratched down his back even more savagely, leaving fiery trails in their wake. Mike's own orgasm was approaching, his balls tightening with every stroke. He reached down to tweak her clit, his thumb moving in circles as his cock plunged in and out of her. The sensation was overwhelming, and Emma's body began to shake as the climax took hold of her.

Mike felt her tighten around him, her muscles clenching as she came. Her pussy was a vice grip on his cock, milking him as she let out a keening wail of pleasure. But what surprised Mike was that, when he wanted to pull back so as not to come inside her, she clung to him like a baby koala would to its mother.

"No, Coco, I'm going to c…" But it felt so good to be in that velvet cocoon.

He couldn't hold back anymore; with one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her, filling her with his seed. The intensity of his own climax took him by surprise, and he collapsed onto her, panting heavily.

They didn't even notice that the tide had risen, covering them as if to protect their privacy and erase the traces indicating Emma's loss of virginity.

"Thank you, Mike. That was wonderful. Now, it's always deep inside me that I want you to come."

"Little greedy girl, wait until I fuck you with a butt plug in your ass. Then you'll know what real pleasure is."

And they made love again all night long, until they fell asleep on that beach.

Yet, when she woke up, it was her mother's hands gently stroking her hair. She saw Mia crying as she looked out to sea. She turned her eyes to see the pirate ship disappearing over the horizon.

Before Emma could say anything, Mia told her, "He kept his word. He saved us from his pirates and the vile fate they had in store for us. But he has a mission to complete before he can finally be with us. And Emma, we too must be strong. We must help destroy your father's business."

To her surprise, Emma replied. "I know that, Mom, just as I know we'll see him again and that the three of us will be together one day."

"What do you mean, all three of us? He doesn't love me, not the old woman I am. It was just sex between us."

"You can be so stupid sometimes, Mom. He loves us both, and I have no problem sharing him with you, you know. He's not a man to settle for just one woman... He's a pirate."

"You've grown up, Emma; you've become a beautiful young woman, and I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Mom, but don't call me Emma anymore. My name is Coconut now."

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The beautiful blonde was sitting in a large wicker armchair when the two men entered the room. From a distance, it looked like she was asleep, but as they got closer, they discovered she was breastfeeding an adorable little mixed-race child.

"Still with your bastard. I told you to get rid of her after birth, didn't I?"

"Yes, darling, but she's so adorable. I can't part with her."

"How can you love her after what those savages did to you? She's the product of an abomination."

"And even worse for you, it's a humiliation because she's Black too. So everyone knows you're not the father. But did she deserve to be abandoned? I don't think so."

The man huffed with rage. "Don't put your insipid nonsense into my daughter's head. Besides, I had the clinic; she's due today. I would have liked to be there, of course, but I have a big contract to sign. So you'll go without me.

"I want you to convince her to give up the baby right away. And to stop with this new name she wants us to use now."

"Of course, darling, as you wish, darling."

Even the man noticed the sarcasm and contempt in the blonde's voice. He turned to see if the other man was smiling, but no, his face was imperturbable.

"A good recruit, that one," the man thought, "the kind you don't see anymore. With all these young people who only think about lazing around and who have forgotten the word 'respect.'" Resuming his train of thought, he then said to his wife.

"I found you a driver. He's a trustworthy man. He'll protect you with his life if necessary."

Without even raising her head, the blonde replied in the same tone. "How far-sighted you are, darling. As always."

The man didn't hear her, lost in his own thoughts, much more important than trivial matters like spending time with a child. A child needs to be educated and obedient; otherwise they're useless, right?

"What's your name again?"

"Bobby, sir."

"That's annoying. We already have a Bobby here. He's a gardener, I think. Don't you have anything else?"

"You can call me Hurricane, like my crew, sir."

At these words, the blonde jumped slightly before looking up at the tall Black man standing next to her husband.

And it was with stars shining brightly in her eyes that Mia looked into Mike's eyes.