1. The Legend of The Lust And The Undead


    Date: 7/5/2016, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Banes1, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    right thigh. Seward moved swiftly behind the quartermaster, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked his head back. Seward placed his blade against the man’s throat. Myrna had done the same to Bentham, as the undead gathered around the quarterdeck. “Cap’n, thee galleon is ours! not a scurvy dog be left alive!” shouted Etta with sword raised high. The undead all let out a cheer as the only two survivors waited for their fate. “Who might ye be, cap’n?” Bentham asked. Before Myrna could answer, a boy was thrown at her feet. “I found him hiding in thee captains’ quarters, it be the cabin boy." Isabell said as she brought her cutlass up as to strike the boy. “Wait, let thee boy be a witness to what has taken haven here today.” “Now for ye cap’n, I am captain Myrna Dukes of thee Lust and this here is my crew of undead.” “T-'tis cannot be, we killed thee lot of ye two years ago and scuttled yer ship.” “Well Cap’n we be here now and yer time is up,” Myrna slowly slid her blade across Bentham’s neck. All watched as the lifeless body fell to the deck. “Remember me, quartermaster?” “Aye, I do.” Without saying another word, Seward slowly slit the quartermaster’s throat from ear to ear. His lifeless body fell onto the blood soaked deck next to his captain. The cabin boy stood there in horror thinking he was next. “Git grub and water for thee lad and put him in thee cock boat,” ordered Myrna as she looked the boy in thee eye. “Head to thee British fleet and tell them what happened here ...
    today, tell them we be coming for them and any pirate galleon they employ.” With that, the crew lowered the boat into the water and began transferring cannons to the Lust along with munitions and weapons. Ella instructed some of the crew to tear up the deck and use the wood to make repairs on the Lust. Other crew where taking sails down to either repair or replace those on the Lust which were damaged. Four hours later the grappling hooks were retrieved, setting the Falcon free. Her crew had been tossed into the sea, headed to Davy Jones locker. “We be scuttling her, cap’n?” asked one of the crew. “No, let the British find it and see what we did. Let them see Bentham’s head swinging from the highest yard arm,” replied Myrna. The crew worked through the night as she sailed back to their hideout, El Saqueo la Caleta. _______________________________________________________ By late afternoon of the next day, all repairs had been made. The celebrating had begun, grog (rum) flowed freely among the crew. The crew were jovial, spirits high. There was dancing and cavorting taking place. As the sun began to set, Seward returned to his quarters with a jug of grog. He took off his clothes and washed himself, once clean he sat propped up on the bed with his back against the wall. Seward was starting to feel the effects of the grog and that is when a sound he had not heard for the last few days filled the air. It was the sounds of the crew pleasuring one another. His limp cock began to grow, ...
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