Tales From Delta City #10: Come Aboard, We're Expecting You By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Ms. Americana and Ghost Pirate / Pirate King are the creation and property of Mr. X. As far as I can recall, all other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what I have depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Captain Aaron Stubing decided that he had been born two hundred years too late. He had been raised in a small Newfoundland fishing village where music was learned before breathing and he had grown up on songs about daring pirates, privateers, tragedies of ships lost at sea, and haunted ships that sailed the oceans. The sea had sunk into his very bones, but now the fisheries were closed and what pirates there existed were starving fishermen in speedboats off Somalia. To be a ship's captain, he had two basic choices open to him. He could captain one of those huge cargo or tanker ships that plodded across the oceans or he could captain a cruise ship. The former promised an exciting career of filling out paperwork and the latter meant dealing with a ship full of rich or want to be rich landlubbers who turned green if the waves were too high in the kiddies paddling pool. A volleyball bounced off the side of his head and he heard a hollered "sorry" from a bikini clad blonde who scrambled to retrieve the ball before it rolled into the senior's group doing yoga. The captain stole a quick glance at the tanned and barely covered ass of the girl and decided his choice had one or two perks that sometimes broke up the tedium, but damn he longed for something more exciting. "Ahoy the cruise ship," suddenly boomed a voice from above his head. Strike your sails and prepare to be boarded." A stunned Captain Stubing looked up into the blue sky to see a wooden sailing ship from the songs of his youth hovering in midair and flying the skull and crossbones as surely as had Kidd or Blackbeard two hundred years ago. He was so overwhelmed by the sight, he barely registered the next words he heard. "They don't have any fucking sails to strike you moron. We need to tell them to cut their engines." * * * Whisper Pratt ran her tongue lightly around the head of the cock just in front of her face as she knelt in her cabin on the good ship Queen of the Swells. She wasn't totally sure what a swell was in nautical language, but she thought this cock sure tasted swell and she engulfed it with her mouth. Dr. Wendal Koppell moaned as he felt his member enveloped once more by that warm wet mouth. He might have been third last in his class at a second rate medical school, but he doubted those snickering bastards who looked down on him for being a cruise ship doctor while they worked at the Mayo Clinic or Johns Hopkins ever got their dicks sucked as much as he did by some of the prettiest and richest women in the world. He knew he wasn't the best looking or the most toned, but there was always at least one lady on every cruise who couldn't get enough of him. That was almost a literal thing since very few women had ever managed to get his entire cock into their mouths like Whisper was now doing. Whisper Pratt knew she was a Type Zero Aphrodite with no usable superpowers and that was fine with her. She had heard the derogatory nickname for such people as being a TLM or Three Legged Man. It had made her laugh so hard, she had nearly peed her panties. The thing was she did have an ability from her Aphrodite heritage. She had the ability to know the dick size of any man within 50m. Literally, she could find a three legged man if you went with the ribald definition. It had taken her les than five minutes after boarding the cruise ship to zero in on Dr. Koppell. This was at least the dozenth time he had attended her in her cabin for seasickness. Dr. Koppell kept pumping his cock in and out of Whisper's mouth. The woman was definitely going to get a 10 in his not so little black book where he kept track of all his romantic liaisons. He was pretty sure the captain suspected what was going on with all these calls to the same cabin. Stubing was no idiot, but he was also a decent boss and had just clapped him on the back and said the woman must have the worst case of sea sickness he had ever encountered. There was a familiar tingling in the doctor's balls and he knew he was close to busting his nut when it happened. The ship's never used alarm system went off and the loud unexpected noise made his much more used cock go off and he began to blast his warm load of cum into Ms. Pratt's mouth. He hastily pulled his cock free to respond to the emergency and the last thick wad splattered all over Whisper's face. He pulled up his pants and ran out the door without a backward glance, still doing up his zipper much to the shock of the trio of senior females walking down the hall. * * * Ellen Pope decided that the only thing better than sitting on the bow of her ship, the Grey Lady, and watching the sun come up over the ocean horizon was sitting on the bow of the Grey Lady, watching the sun come up on the ocean horizon while diddling herself. She was sliding two fingers in and out of her sopping wet kitty and rubbing her clit with her thumb as dawn broke. Of course, she reflected, there are a lot of things I haven't tried yet while watching the sun come up, so she might be able to find something to top this. Perhaps BB or Christine would be interested in helping her with the experiment the next time she went sailing. For now though, the young blonde continued to finger fucl herself to an orgasm. "Aaaaaaaaeeeeeeeiiiiiiiioooooouuuuu I'm fucking cumming!" she screamed to the empty ocean. "That's nice dear," the ocean replied. A startled Ellen glanced around the ocean which was truly empty and then at the small cabin of the Grey Lady where the radio was. She half staggered, half crawled to the radio and picked up the mic while she heard Raz and Taz laughing their fool heads off near the boat where they had been watching everything with their everpresent curiosity. "Er sorry mom, er I mean um whats your handle again?" "This is Mama Dolphin dear, but next time would you mind not leaving the transmit button pressed on your radio? I don't think your brother Paul is quite ready to hear his sister masturbating yet." Ellen could feel her cheeks flaming. "Oh right, Weren't you using Mama Bear?" asked Ellen. "Oh, well remember when you and the girls took me to Sanctuary?" said Helen. "I heard Trudy using that handle on their system, so I didn't want to cause any confusion." "We aren't on the same system Mama Dolphin," pointed out Ellen. "Yes dear, but one should always respect trademarks," admonished Helen. "Ok," replied Ellen, knowing she wasn't going to win this arguement, especially after the way it had started. "What were you calling me about? I mean other than my er activity." "Now now Baby Dolphin, masturbation is a perfectly natural function and nothing to be ashamed of," replied Helen. "What I was calling you about though was I was monitoring the Coast Guard frequencies and they had a Mayday come in from a cruise ship headed for Delta City. It was still in International waters when it was suddenly cutoff. I am sending the GPS coordinates to your phone right now." "Ok, I'm on it Mama Dolphin," said Ellen. "Baby Dolphin clear." * * * Captain stubing glared at the trio of figures who sauntered onto his bridge. His first reaction to the pirate's request had been to laugh and tell them to fuck off. Those ancient cannons probably couldn't do more than cosmetic damage to a ship the size of the Queen, but a cannonball landing in the middle of the lawn bowling game would still probably kill someone and his duty to protect his passengers, annoying as they might be at times, was clear. That had only been reinforced when the pirates had given a little demonstration and fired a few shots into the sea near the Queen and those had packed the punch of a modern warship which Captain Stubing couldn't fathom how they could come from that clearly outdated hulk. Of course, he also didn't understand how it could fly either. "You be the scurvy captain of this ship?" asked one of the trio who was apparently the leader. He was flanked on one side by a huge black man in a loincloth and on the other by a dirty blonde white woman with enough cleavage showing that she could probably have concealed a small cannon in it. Stubing tried not to roll his eyes at the over the top pirate accent, but before he could speak, the pirate leader spoke again. "Of course he's the captain you idiot. You can tell that from his fucking uniform!" The problem for Aaron Stubing was that while the words came from the same mouth, the voice was totally different and he stood there befuddled and not sure what to say. [Author's Note: For those who have not encountered these characters before in my other stories, a word or two here might help. In one Mr. X comic, Pirate King is a ordinary guy who is a greeter at Wade-Mart who is possessed by a demonic spirit called Ghost Pirate. After Ms. Americana defeats him, and the demon is exorcised the hapless man tries to go back to his boring job, but decides he liked piracy and the excitement more. My addition was that without the demon spirit, he would have likely been a pretty useless pirate. He got tricked into a ritual that he thought would give him magical powers, but really was designed to let Ghost Pirate take over his body again permanently. The ritual got interrupted and now the two of them are stuck in the same body and they don't like each other much. The only things they share in common is they like the life of piracy and ravishing busty women.] "Er, as per your demands we have asked all the passengers to return to their cabins and stay there until further notice," said Captain Stubing. "Well, ye at least did that much right," snapped Ghost Pirate. "But we didn't appreciate you trying to call the fucking Coast Guard," snapped Pirate King. "Lucky for you we blocked that." "What do ye mean we, you worthless twit, twas my magic that done it," snorted Ghost Pirate. "I had to tell you there was a Coast Guard you out of date moron!" retorted Pirate King. The woman and the large black man exchanged long suffering looks, but didn't say anything as the two captains bickered. Starting to feel a little annoyed at his ship being put in peril by this comedy duo, Captain Stubing finally broke in on their monologue. "What exactly do you people want?" he demanded. "Your ship be a prize of war," said Ghost Pirate. "Ye will remain anchored here until our demands are met." "Just wht are your demands?" asked Captain Stubing. "Why they be simple enough," replied Ghost Pirate. "A million dollars in gold." "A billion dollars you idiot," corrected Pirate King, "and it is to be paid in the form of a money transfer to a numbered bank account in the Cayman Islands." "Maybe we should get them a white cat to play with too," muttered a small brown haired woman who was standing beside Captain Stubing. "A billion dollars man? Are ye daft? There ain't that much money in the world," said an incredulous Ghost Pirate. "This is the fucking 21st century, not the 18th you moron," retorted Pirate King. "They fined Facebook a quarter of that amount. If we got that much in gold, it would probably fall through the rotton bottom of our ship from its weight." "What the devil is a facebook?" asked Ghost Pirate. "It's how they do piracy in this day and age," retorted Pirate King. "It's the kind of thing we should be doing, but they got the market sewed up." "Well maybe I should have a wee chat with this facebook person and get us cut in on the deal," said Ghost Pirate. "Yeah, you do that," snapped Pirate King. "I bet Zuck hands you your head on a pletter if you try to muscle him." "Look you two, can we just keep on topic and try to sound fucking professional for once," broke in the woman in an exasperated tone. "Have ye still not learned that women are to keep quiet and let men who know what they are doing handle the business affairs?" roared Ghost Pirate. He's right for once Lola," said Pirate King. "Let me handle this." "Fine go ahead and handle things then," snapped Lola. "You also better get used to handling other things by yourself because I am going to have a headache tonight while I wash my hair." "We will talk about that later," hissed Pirate King and turned back to Captain Stubing. "We want to record a video for you to transmit our demands." "What be this video thing?" demanded Ghost Pirate. "You know, " said an impatient Pirate King. "The little picture thing like I showed you on my phone? "The one with all the naked women?" leered Ghost Pirate. "I be certain I liked the looks of that Candy Floss woman and her huge melons, but how does that get us the money?" "That' was just an example," sighed Pirate King and he shot Lola a look, daring her to say anything. "Can we please just get on with this?" cried Lola. Before more bickering ensued, Captain Stubing broke in again. "You already told me about the video you wanted to make which is why I asked Ms. McKay to be here. She is the ship's Cruise Director and can record the video and transmit it." Julie McKay held up her phone and pointed it at the trio. "Just tell me when you are ready to start and I'll start recording." She didn't bother to tell them she had already been recording everything they had said since coming onto the bridge. It might come in handy at some future date such as a trial for piracy. * * * "They said they were under attack by what?" demanded Commodore Walter Wanker of the Coast Guard as he glared at the communication tech who was braced to attention in front of his desk. "By a wooden, flying sail powered pirate ship," repeated technician Jonas Banks who wished he was anywhere else but here at the moment. He had drawn the short straw and his "friends" had shoved him into the Commodore's office with the aborted message from the cruise ship that they had picked up. "I see," said Commodore Wanker. He remembered the last time there had been reports about such a thing. When it had gotten reported to the papers, especially the part about the naked blonde riding a dolphin, he had been the butt of every joke in the officer's club for months. Damned if he would let that happen to him again! "Send the message to that asshole Ross," commanded Wanker. "Let the military handle this." * * * "Nothing?" asked an astonished Major Glenda Talbot. "Not one damn thing," replied General "Lightning Rod" Ross from behind his desk. "It's obvious that Wanker is just trying to pawn this off on us when its the Coast Guard's problem. Now go get me a cup of coffee and book me a tea time at the Delta City Country Club." "Yes sir!" said Major Talbot as she braced briefly to attention and left the General's office. Get him a fucking cup of coffe and book his golf game? She managed not to growl or punch a hole in the wall, but just barely. She was his military assistant and not his goddamn fucking secretary. She also couldn't believe that the moron was not going to do a single thing about the aborted mayday from the cruise ship. She might as well check herself back into the hospital she had just been released from after being injured by the "impossible" flying ship that had attacked the base a few weeks back. PTSD the shrinks had told her. Surely that was a more logical explanation than a flying pirate ship that packed more punch than a battleship? "Get him coffee and book him a tee time," she snarled at the civilian secretary who cowered back as Glenda stormed past her desk, but nodded and reached for the coffee pot. Major Talbot kept on walking and got outside where she hoped a long walk would cool her down. If she had delivered the coffee to Ross, she would have dumped it all over his crotch and she doubted even that moron would believe it was an accident if she did it for the third time this week. * * * Sampson prowled the corridors of the cruise ship on the alert for any signs of trouble. He had left his idiot captains on the bridge and Lola had disappeared somewhere, probably looking for food or something worth stealing. If this stupid plan actually worked, he was going to take his share and find some nice quiet island, stock it with big breasted white women to worship him and drink all the tequila he could handle which was quite a lot. Suddenly, however, his musings were cut short from a gasp from behind him and he spun to see a well endowed blonde in a gauzy nightgown standing in one of the cabin doors. Hell, he hadn't even noticed her, let alone threatened her, so what was her problem? Maybe they didn't let black men into her gated community? Whisper had remained in her cabin since the Captain's orders had come over the intercom. She was getting bored out of her mind and then suddenly her power had been triggered and now! To use a nautical analogy, if Dr. Koppell had been say a sardine, no that wasn't being fair to him, say a Orca then a Blue Whale had just gone by in the hall which had brought the involuntary gasp from her lips and had her staring at the back of the huge black man striding past. "Er excuse me," she called to him as his head swivelled to look at her. "I don't suppose you could help me with the porthole in my cabin? It seems to be stuck and I wanted to get it open for some fresh air." Sampson's scowl turned into a helpful grin. Fuck patrolling he thought. The Mary Sue and her guns had the cruise ship covered and would also spot any trouble coming by air or sea miles away. This looked like a situation he needed to handle personally. "Of course ma'am," he said and in a couple of strides was in the woman's cabin and closing the door behind him. Whisper backed up as Sampson pushed into the cabin until she stood near the bed. "I must admit I got you in here on false pretenses," she admitted. "There is nothing wrong with the porthole." "Oh?" said Sampson not sounding terribly surprised. "Why did you invite me in then?" "So you could fuck my brains out of course," smiled Whisper and dropped her robe to the cabin floor. The blonde cupped her DDs in her hands. "I hope that doesn't bother you." "Not in the slightest," affirmed Sampson as he pulled his loinecloth off to display his semi-hard black snake dangling between his legs. He only wore the stereotype garment because it amused him to see the reaction it provoked in others. The women were all curious and the men all jealous of what they thought the "jungle savage" was hiding under that little garment. Well if you couldn't impress them with your Masters in Business Administration from Harvard, then you had to use the tool nature gave you. "Oh my," said Whisper in awe as she saw the huge cock twitch and start to harden in front of her eyes. "I really want to dock with you." "Well you better get it fully hard if you want the deluxe tour," replied Sampson. "Aye, aye captain" agreed Whisper and fell to her knees in front of Sampson. Her hands reached out almost reverently and began to stroke the throbbing organ. There was a low moan from Sampson at her touch and then she lifted the wonderous thing and flicked her tongue across the tip. "Oh fuck woman, stop teasing me," growled Sampson, but he made no move to do anything more than stand and stare down at the woman who smiled back up at him before swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. The woman had to be part snake herself he decided as she practically unhinged her jaw and sliped the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth. Whisper tasted the drop of precum on her tongue and nearly had an orgasm right then and there. This huge black cock was her Holy Grail, the thing she had been searching for her entire life. She wrapped her lips tighter around it and brought her tongue back into action as she felt it continue to harden. She had no doubts in her abilty to handle any cock even one this size and she swallowd another few inches of it and felt it poking at the entrance to her throat. Relaxing her throat muscles, Whisper pushed her face forward and felt the head pop into her throat. Sampson felt the blonde's throat open and then tighten around his cock, squeezing it tightly as it continued to move deeper and deeper. He could see the outline of his member moving under the skin of the woman's throat and that only made him hornier. He almost couldn't believe it when he felt his balls bang on her chin as it was rare than even Lola could manage that. "You want me to fuck your face girl?" he growled down at her. She nodded, quite unable to speak with her throat so stuffed and he grinned. He reached down and took a good grip on the woman's head with his massive hands and then pulled his cock all the way back until only the tip was left in her mouth before slamming the entire length back in. He repeated this a dozen more times and decided he would try and find out how many more times he could do that before cumming. Whisper had her first orgasm on the third stroke and she wondered how many more times she could come before he did. With luck, the answer would be "many". * * * Ellen studied the map on her phone. It appeared that the cruise ship was stopped several miles on the other side of Bridge's Island which put it in International waters. There was no sign of any Coast Guard or other military vessels responding to the distress call and that was puzzling. She dropped anchor well short of the headland and so out of sight from any possible watchers from the ship, put on her mask and slipped over the side into the water. Instantly her skin changed colour and texture to match that of the sleek pair of dolphins who cruised through the water on either side of her. * * * Lt. Jeffery Winslow was just coming out of the flight office when he saw Major Talbot beckoning him from the corner of the building to come see her. Winslow was among the minority on the base who wasn't blinded by gender and reputation when it came to General Ross and Major Talbot. Winslow thought Ross was a pile of hot air who couldn't find his own ass with a GPS and it was Talbot he had learned to respect during his time on the base. "What's up ma'am?" asked Winslow as he reached the Major and came briefly to attention. ""You have the routine patrol slot," said Major Talbot, a statement and not a question, but Winslow nodded his head in agreement anyway. "I need you to file an amended flight plan that will take you out past Bridge's Island. Then you are going to take this pass and go into town and get rip roaring drunk or go to an art museum or whatever you want to do." "I am?' asked Winslow and then gave his head a shake. "Um, if you say so ma'am, but who is going to fly my patrol if not me?" "If it ever comes up, I ordered you to stand down and let me replace you," said Glenda. "You protested vigorously, but I pulled rank on you and was a total bitch." Winslow sighed. "Are you going to get yourself in trouble again ma'am?" "Quite probably," replied Major Talbot with a grin. "If I am lucky, they might bust me back a couple of grades so I can't be Ross's adjutant anymore and I might get to fly more often." Winslow nodded, took the pass and went back into the flight office to change his flight plan. * * * Lola was hungry and she had gotten tired of the captain's continual bickering with himself and had set off in search of food and better entertainment. The cruise ship's entire crew had been warned not to obstruct any of their "visitors" since they lay so vulnerable under the guns of the Mary Sue, so Lola was not worried about anyone hassling her. She had thought she was headed for the luxury dining room, but had gotten turned around somehow and now paused outside the ship's doctor's office. Hmm, well maybe he could give her directions and she pushed open the door without bothering to knock. Dr. Koppell looked up from behind the desk where he had been working on the statistics that had to be filed for the cruise as a way to stop worrying about the pirates. Suddenly, he found himself face to face with one of those pirates and damn she had big boobs didn't she? "Can I help you?" he found himself asking and standing up as he would have for any patient coming into his office looking for help. Unfortunately, this left his crotch exposed to view and a tent had already started to form at the signt of this gorgeous female in front of him despite his best mental admonishments to his dick to behave itself. "Yes, can you give me directions to ...," Lola paused and stared at the bulge in the doctor's pants which appeared to be growing by the second. By the looks of it, the good doctor wasn't as hung as Sampson, but sometimes variety was indeed the spice of life and she had wanted some entertainment. "Never mind, I think I found what I wanted," she said and closed and locked the door. "I think I need you to give me a full medical examination Doctor," and dropped her dress to the floor with one fluid motion and stepped out of it. Wendal hesitated and then gave a mental shrug. If anyone wanted to criticize him later for his actions, he could always say he had only done it to help protect the ship. "Of course Miss," he replied. "Please bend over my desk and spread your legs wide apart so I can give you a thorough fucking, I mean er examination." There hadn't been any underwear under Lola's low cut dress,, so with a big smile on her face, the dirty blonde folowed doctor's orders and assumed the position. Behind her, she heard the frantic sounds of clothes being removed and then felt a hand cup one of her ass cheeks and give it a squeeze. "Well everything feels ok here," said Dr. Koppell and he gave Lolla's ass a good squeeze. "Still, I think I am going to have to probe deeper into this problem." "Probe away Doctor," replied Lola and a minute later was rewarded by the feel of something hard rubbing over the entrance to her pussy. Maybe bloodthirsty pirates weren't so bad afterall, thought Wendal as he gripped the woman's hips and slowly inserted his cock into her velvety soft love tunnel. Of course he was only doing this to help protect his ship he reminded himself as he began to stroke in and out of the pirate woman's pussy. I mean, she can't be off threatening the passengers when she is bent over my desk like this. "Oh yeah doctor," gasped Lola. "Fuck that feels good. Fuck me harder!" and she began to push her hips back in time to meet his thrusts. There was certainly no doubt in his mind he was dealing with an experienced and talented woman. Now if only she could use her talent for good and not evil he thought with a grin as he began to pick up the pace of his fucking. * * * Pirate crewmen Pike and Tuna weren't happy. They weren't happy with their pirate names for starters. Why couldn't they have been Shark or Swordfish or something cooler? Sampson had told them they looked like a pike and a tuna and no one in their right mind argued with Sampson, at least not more than once. Well, at least they hadn't ended up like poor Goldfish and they shuddered at that memory. Sampson had told everyone Goldfish had accidently fallen overboard when they were passing that whirlpool and they all had too active of an imagination as they envisioned Goldfish swirling around and around before finally going down. It hadn't helped things, however, when the next day everyone saw Sampson wearing that big pearl earring that poor Goldfish had been so proud of. Their current unhappyness had to do with their assigned duty for this mission. When they had heard about how they were going to hijack a cruise ship, they had envisioned having to contend with dozens of bikini clad women and by contending, they had meant something more than crowd control. Instead, Second Mate Barracuda had them patrolling an empty deck where there wasn't a bikini in sight. What did the idiot think could happen out here in international waters where they could see any ship or plane coming for miles? Did he think someone was going to swim across miles of open ocean and climb up the anchor chainn or something? You would have to be at least half fish to be able to do that. "Excuse me boys," said a female voice in a seductive tone from behind them. The two pirates had a half second of flickering hope that someone in a bikini needing their personal attention had shown up as they started to turn around. The brief glimpse they got was indeed of a very good looking blonde who filled out her one piece grey swimsuit to overflowing, but then she grabbed the sides of their heads with steel strong hands and smashed them together. Ellen, or rather Dolphin Woman dragged the two pirates behind one of the lifeboats where they would be out of sight. She glanced up at the floating pirate ship, still a little surprised no one had raised an alarm about her yet, but probably they were watching for planes and ships, not a single heroine like herself. She didn't see how she could get up to the pirate ship itself yet, but maybe she didn't have to. From what she knew, the pirate captain was aboard the cruiseship and if she took him down, the pirates would either surrender or run away. Dolphin Woman slipped quietly along the deserted deck heading for the bridge which seemed like the most likely place to find the pirate captain and just came in sight of it when a net dropped down over her. Ellen gripped the net in both hands, intending to rip a hole in it when a blast of electricity shot through her body. For once, being soaking wet to enhance her strength was not a good thing she thought as she lost consciousness. * * * "Rise and shine ye traitoress wench," said a rough male voice and it was followed by a hard slap across her face. Ellen opened her eyes to see a man leering down at her and several more clustered about How can she be traitoress you idiot," said another voice coming from the same mouth. "It's not like she was part of our crew." The face reset into a scowl. "Well it b one of them words that start with a t. I can't help it if I mispoke in me excitement over capturing such a lovely specimen." "Fine, we'll just go with treacherous then," said Pirate King with a smirk. "Traitoress, treacherous or even toothless, what does it matter you twit?" asked Ghost Pirate. "You and yer high education! What did it get ya? You were nothing but a boot licking flunky for some rich merchant. You had wee babies puking all over you and your fancy blue uniform while being paid less than a cabinboy." "Yeah?" snarled Pirate King. "When I first met you and what a sad day that was in my life, you had a fucking parrot sitting on your shoulder and crapping all over you. Hell, there was practically a mountain of bird shit on your shoulder." The two would have come to blows at this point, but neither could think of a way to hurt the other without hurting themselves. "What the hell is going on here?" asked Lola returning to the bridge, her hair still damp from a quick shower. "Where the hell have ye been?" demanded Ghost Pirate. "Goofing off somewhere while traitoress, er treacherous bitches like this one slip onto the ship, and here he gestured down at the somewhat bemused Dolphin Woman who was trying to take all this in." "Yeah, where have you been hiding your skanky ass," asked Pirate King narrowing his eyes at Lola and the ship's doctor who had trailed onto the bridge in her wake, also with his hair still damp from the shower. "Dr. Koppell was giving me a tour of the ship," replied Lola hotly. The captains eyed the nervous looking doctor with little favour, but decided to let it pass as they had something more on their minds as they turned back to Dolphin Woman. By now, Ellen had discovered her arms were handcuffed tightly behind her back and she had dried out enough that she no longer had the strength to break free. "Ye might be wondering how I knew to set a trap for the likes of ye," said Ghost Pirate. "I found it never fails that everytime I try and make a dishonest living, one of you big boobed superheroines shows up to try and ruin things, so this time I was ready for you." "Yeah, it only took him fourteen times before he caught on," said Pirate King. "Twas no more than ten!" roared Ghost Pirate, but then he calmed himself by reaching down and cupping one of Ellen's full breasts in each hand. "Ye won't get me irritated again as long as I have beauties like these to play with." "Two things we can agree on at least," snickered Pirate King as he tweaked each nipple through Ellen's bathing suit. "Leave her alone," protested Captain Stubing who was mortally tired of these clowns and now disgusted with them as well. "It isn't right to molest prisoners." "We are fucking pirates," sneered Pirate King. "That means we don't follow rules and there is no fucking Geneva Convention to protect you when you get grabbed by pirates you idiot." "That be telling the sissy boy," agreed Ghost Pirate and he suddenly yanked down Ellen's suit so it bunched at her waist and fully exposed her breasts to view. Captain Stubing started forward, but the revived Pike and Tuna grabbed his arms and held him in place. Dr. Koppell shot Lola a look with a silent entreaty to intervene and was disappointed when she ignored him and just stared lustfully at the bountiful breasts of the bound heroine. It was enough to make him wish he had had an STI he could hve passed onto her. "Mmm, these babies are all natural," said Pirate King as he squeezed and fondled Ellen's breasts. Ellen had to bite back the cliched "you won't get away with this" that normal superheroine etiquette demanded. One lesson Nancy had taught her was not to waste your energy saying useless things like that. She had said to bide your time and then give them a good kick in the balls when you got a chance. The odds were the smug bastards would get over confident or something would happen and then let them have it with everything you had, so she said nothing and merely glared at her molestor. "Well I know what to do with eauties like these," said Ghost Pirate as he stood up and pulled his pants down and off. Gripping his hard cock and dripping a steady flow of clear precum he straddled Ellen's chest and slid it between her boobs. "It be a perfect fit," he snickered. Captain Stubing looked like he wanted to be sick as he looked away from the sight in front of him. The other pirates present looked on with glee, knowing they would get their turn when the captains were done playing and Lola actually kneeled down next to Ellen and ran her tongue over the captains' cock as it rested between Ellen's soft jugs. Dr. Koppell was compiling a long list of STIs he wished he could have passed on to the woman at that moment. The pirate captain grabbed Ellen's breasts in his hands and wrapped them tighter about his cock and began to slide it back and forth, poking Ellen on the chin with each upstroke and felt Lola's tongue flicker over it at the same time. A billion dollars and a chance to jizz all over a huge pair of superheroine tits. What more could a pirate ask for? * * * Major Glenda Talbot began her descent from ten thousand feet when Bridge Island came into sight. She glanced at the radar which showed her the cruiseship and the smaller object hovering above it. A touch of a control zoomed in her camera to show the same wooden sailing ship that had raided her base a few weeks back and sent her to the hospital. She smiled a predator's grin and armed her weapons. "Base to flight Alpha Tango Seven," came the immediate voice out of her radio. "Our instruments show your weapons are live." "I think there is a problem with the weapons sensor," said Glenda into her mic. "That's one of the reasons I am doing this test flight." There was silence from the other end as the private had obviously recognized her voice. "Good work Jenkins for being on the ball," she told him. "Talbot over and out.". She might, hell, she would catch holy hell for this when she got back to base, but that was then and this was now as she lined up the pirate ship in her sights, careful to avoid the cruiseship. "Mommy's home you fuckers," she thought as she opened fire. * * * "What the fuck?" yelled Pirate King as he suddenly heard the sound of heavy machine gun fire from the sky above the ship. "We be under attack!" cried Ghost Pirate. They had been on the verge of cumming and so startled that even as they tried to stand up, the captains's cock began to blast a thick load of cum over Ellen's chest. Between the sight of that and the noise from the skies, the two pirates holding Captain Stubing had loosened their grip and he pulled his arms free. They went to grab him again only to have Julie McKay throw herself at them and they all went down in a tangle. Lola started towards Stubing only to get shoulder blocked by Dr. Koppell. Temporarily free, Captain Stubing grabbed the nearest heavy thing to throw at the pirate captain which happened to be the large tank of water from the nearby water station. Ghost Pirate acted without thinking as he saw the huge ten gallon bottle flying towards him and blasted it with a magical bolt. The plastic disintigrated and ten gallons of water fell on Dolphin Woman helping to wash the pirate's disgusting cum from her boobs, but more importantly returning her to peak strength. She snapped the cuffs and sprang to her feet even as Ghost Pirate prepared to fry Captain Stubing where he stood. Not bothering to cover her exposed chest and so with boobs bouncing wildly, Ellen caught the pirate captains on the chin with a right hook. She followed that up with a left to the gut that doubled the man over. She was about to finish him off when Pike and Tuna grabbed at her and she had to back away. "Captain we are under attack by a fucking military jet," screamed Barracuda over the radio to the bridge. "It's coming around for another pass." "Back to the Mary Sue ye swabbies," said Ghost Pirate and there was a flash of light that temporarily blinded everyone on the bridge. When Ellen could see again, she saw all the pirates on board running to try and grab ropes the pirate ship had quickly thrown over the side. * * * Sampson heard the sound of the machinegun fire even deep in the bowels of the ship where he was currently ploughing the seemingly insatiable blonde passenger doggie style. Fuck, sounds like the captains have made a mess of things again," he muttered and then turned his attention back to the woman he was fucking. "Sorry babe, but it looks like I have to go, but here is one last load to remember me by." Whisper felt the warm rush of cum shooting deep inside her and then the wonderful cock was pulled out of her and she heard the cabin door open and close. "This has been the best cruise I have ever been on," she murmered as she collapsed onto the sheets contentedly letting the cum slowly drip from her well fucked pussy. * * * As Ellen watched from the bridge, she saw a huge black man grab the last trailing rope at the last possible second and scuttle up it as the pirate ship began to accelerate away at an impossible rate which maybe shouldn't have been so surprising since the act of flying itself was also impossible. A thick grey fog also began to form around the wooden ship in a dense expanding cloud. Glenda swore as her systems lost their weapons lock on the pirate vessel. Another few seconds and she had been about to launch a missle up their ass. Now her sensors and camras couldn't even see the ship and when she came around again the fog and the ship were gone as if the pirates had never been there. 'Well fuck', she thought. "I'm sorry about what happened to you miss," said Captain stubing to Ellen as he did his best to look her in the eyes which was incredibly difficult with one of the best pair of tits he could ever recall seeing pointed right at him. Ellen looked down at her still exposed breasts and quickly pulled up her suit to cover them. "It wasn't your fault sir," she told him. "I imagine you see things like that on every cruise of a ship like this." "Not nearly as good as those," said Captain Stubing with a rueful grin. "Despite what the passengers sometimes think when they come aboard, this isn't the Love Boat." Ellen laughed and then ran from the bridge and executed a perfect dive over the side into the water where Raz and Taz were waiting for her. As they raced back to where she had left the Grey Lady, Ellen was already editing the adventure into PG format to tell Mama Dolphin who she knew probably wouldn't believe a word of it, but would relate the edited version to Paul who was just hitting puberty and didn't need those kinds of images running through his mind when hearing about the exploits of his big sister. That was the job of the Internet afterall. The End