Modern Pirates

As a multi-millionaire businessman, Peter had slept with more than his fair share of young, beautiful women in his life. Now a week away from his 62nd birthday, he looked across the deck of his yacht at the three sunbathing girls. Wow, they were beautiful. So far they had resisted his charms, but one of them, Carol, was starting to warm to him. Not many women could resist trying to get a piece of his lifestyle for themselves, even if it did mean spreading their legs occasionally for a chubby balding older man like him.
At least it was over quickly, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken.

Carol was 24, the oldest of the three friends who had jumped at the chance for a free holiday in the sun. She was about 5’ 9”, and was the proud owner of a really nice pair of tits. They were 100% natural as far as Peter could tell, yet despite being at least 36D there was no hint of sagging. As Peter watched her, she sat up, shook her long blond hair, and turned onto her front, loosening her bikini top to prevent tan lines, seeming to almost tease Peter as he tried to get a glimpse of her nipples.

The other two girls, Sophie and Tina, were both slightly slimmer than Carol, but there the similarity between the two younger friends ended. Sophie was tall, her long legs putting her at over 6’1” when she wore heels, and her long chestnut coloured hair reached down her long back to the top of her firm buttocks.

As well as being the youngest of the group at 17, Tina was by far the smallest too. She was only 5’2”, and almost always wore killer heels at any opportunity to compensate for this. Her breasts, around 32C seemed huge in comparison to her tiny waist and slim, petite body.

Hassid, one of the crew on the yacht, called out, disturbing Peter from his comparison of the girls.

“Mr Wright Sir! Look! Boat come fast!” he shouted, pointing to the East.

Peter turned and peered towards the brightly lit islands they were passing. The boat was a small powerboat, clearly with powerful engines, but at this range he couldn’t clearly see how many crew it had.

“Get the rest of the crew up here Hassid, they may be in trouble and need assistance.”

Hassid scuttled from the bridge and went below, returning a minute later with the two other crewmen, plus the cook trailing in their wake. By now two figures could be made out in the boat, one standing at the wheel, the other curled up in the bow. By now, the girls had put on sarongs around their waists and joined the men at the rail. As they watched, the speed boat closed the gap and turned to run parallel to their course.

“Help! My friend, he is hurt!” shouted the man at the wheel, in the accent of the local people.

“What happened?” Peter shouted back.

“Bad accident. We hunting on island, he get attacked by wild pig.”

It sounded plausible enough, so Peter ordered the engines to be cut, and the smaller boat came alongside, as Hassid returned with the first aid kit.

As they helped the injured man on board, they could see blood on the front of his grubby t-shirt. Hassid helped the second man aboard, and then secured the speedboat to the side of the yacht.

“Here, I must show you.” Said the local man, passing the bag he was carrying to his injured comrade.

Suddenly he pulled a pistol from under his top, as the injured man leapt to his feet, knocking the cook flying, and also produced a gun from the bag. For a split second, nobody moved. Hassid was the first to react, diving for the side, but one of the other crew was in his way and they fell to the deck in a heap.

BANG! The first man fired into Hassam’s back, before firing again into the other crewman. Almost simultaneously, the supposedly inured man shot the cook and the remaining crewman. Peter and the girls were frozen to the spot. The first man smiled, his face twisting into an evil grin as he raised the pistol once more and fired into Peters head, blowing his brains all over the deck.

The two men lowered their pistols and pushed the girls into a heap on the deck.

“Stay there or you die.” The first man said in broken English, before turning to the second and ordering him to throw the bodies into the sea and keep an eye on the prisoners. He turned and headed to the cockpit, and got the yacht underway towards the island they had appeared from. A few minutes later a cove came into view, and the yacht sailed in, tying up at a jetty, now effectively hidden from the outside world. He then sounded the horn twice, before switching off the powerful engines.

“Get below” The first man barked, grabbing a handful of Carols hair and half dragging her into the cabin and along to the saloon. The second man pushed the other two along and brought up the rear.

“Sit,” he ordered. The three girls fell to the floor obediently, and put their hands behind their backs as ordered. The two men grinned, and walked behind the girls and jerked their skimpy bikini tops loose.

Trying to cover their breasts resulted in a swift couple of slaps around the head for the girls, before their arms were tied behind them using their bikini tops.

The two men looked at the women properly for the first time. Wow, they liked these three! They knew their boss would probably let them have one of them later since they had done so well today, but they were very tempted to start now! Just as they were thinking this, they heard a car pull up to the jetty, so they shrugged and went up on deck. Sure enough, it was Sebastian, their boss, and his loyal bodyguard Ramon.
Sebastian was totally ruthless, but he also looked after people who were loyal to him. Ramon would kill you for fun if he thought Sebastian wouldn’t mind your loss.

“Well done!