Chapter 0 - Belit and the Bald Black Raider

Today was yet another successful plunder for the She-devil of the sea.

Belit of the Tigress leaned against the main mast of her vessel, watching her crew enjoy their screaming and moaning prizes. The queen of the black coast was a beautiful slender and voluptuous woman. Her ivory white skin glistened with sweat, refusing to tan despite the tropical sun that she sailed under. Despite having an all male crew, Belit had no qualms with walking around topless with only a red silk girdle covering her groin and sandals for her feet. 

Her neck and shoulders were adorned with a mantle of loose gold chain embellished with gems of many colors. The huge swollen globes of her ivory breasts spilled out through the loose threads, swaying and bouncing with every small gesture and motion that she made. Her pink nipples were large, thick and perky, always pointing out and daring someone to try and suck on her succulent tips.

Her red silken girdle left her shapely legs exposed, showing off her toned supple thighs. Her hips were wide while her waist was slender bearing a toned flat belly dripping with glistening sudor. Her long black hair was blacker than the skin of her raiders and her eyes were too dark to tell if they had any color. Her red lips were smiling in delight at the carnage she had unleashed and the booty that she and her raiders had gathered.

Evidently, the flotilla that they had attacked contained the kin of a kingdom that Belit didn't care to remember the name of. She and her raiders had fought hard and suffered loss, but all of the guards on the royal flotilla had been slain. Their heads were skewered on poles around the deck with the guard captain's body being tied to the prow to feed the beasts of the sea.

Many chests of jewels, gold and silver had been found and piled into the cargo hold. But her raiders were currently focused on a special booty today. The royal fools had brought along their wives, daughters and concubines on their voyage. With no one left to protect them, Belit had the women captured and given to her men as an especial reward for their efforts.

All over the main deck, her black raiders engaged in a shameless fuck buffet at the expense of the captured women. Their rich and ornate gowns were shredded and ripped to show their succulent breasts. Their legs pulled apart to expose their vaginas to cocks bigger and longer than their arms and their mouths opened for the raider's tongues or their cocks.

These raiders often dreamed of having their goddess captain as their fuck toys. But many who tried all perished or were sold at the next port as bloodied eunuchs. She even forbade them from masturbating to keep from wasting their essence on imaginary fantasies. Worst is that life at sea left the crew without a touchable woman in sight for months at a time and there were too few pillow houses on the coast to make the wait worthwhile.

So it should come as no surprise that the South Isle raiders were treating their captives with such lewd roughness. For all that they knew, this could be the last time that they ever touch a woman and their captain could sell them or kill them on a whim. This was likely the last chance that they would ever have to act on their desires before the captives were gone or the raiders themselves were slain.

A priestess of a deity that Belit cared not to remember was held on her back, arms bound behind her back as her gown was torn from her body. Her skin was nearly as pale as Belit's and her luscious well formed slender body dripped with sweat from heat and fear. A tall raider swiftly buried his cock into her unprepared pussy, pushing deeper into the screaming girl's insides as blood seeped down over her anus.  She was not given time to register the pain and shock of losing her purity before the raider began to mercilessly pound her cunt with vigorous strength.

The royal cousin's concubine was used to servicing the needs of men. She was currently on all fours, her face being fucked as her cunt was pounded. Other raiders grabbed strands of her long red hair and started stroking their shafts with it, spraying their semen on the concubine to give her a wet hair net. The girl was swabbing her tongue over the girth of the cock thrusting deep into her throat, loudly swallowing the heavy gulps of cum that were shot into her gullet. Her spread cunt could not reject any of the seed sprayed into her vaginal canal, instead her cunt wrapped around the raider's cunt and drank his seed like it was wine.

Her back against the mast and her legs held up, a steward's younger sister was screaming as her snatch was skewered. The raider's heavy balls slapped against her bare ass as he rapidly and roughly thrust into her dripping pussy. The girl's eyes were full of tears despite the heavy blush on her face. The raider forced her mouth open and stole a sloppy kiss from her, swirling his tongue onto hers as another show of dominance. A stream of cum trickled out of the girl's plugged cunt and created a small white puddle beneath her as she was fucked.

“I'll never be a bride...” One girl cried, feeling a raider pump thick pent-up cum into her womb. The freckled blond had her breasts sucked upon as she was skewered by a big hard bursting cock. As soon as the raider pulled out, another man dug an even thicker cock into the girl's pussy and started to thrust away despite immediately spilling his seed into the broken girl.

Some noble's daughter was quietly climaxing, having lost her virginity to the two tall fat raiders spreading her cunt with their lengthy girths. Her belly was bulging with the shape of the hard shafts while her neck was sucked and licked. The poor girl was moving her hips on her own, the nipples of her small breasts hardening from her confused pleasure. 

Another noble's daughter was utterly ignorant of what was being done to her. The stupid girl remained confused as her fat breasts were grabbed and fondled. She quietly climaxed when her virginity was robed and gasped while she was roughly pounded as blood trickled down her leg. Each of her massive breasts were sucked on greedily, the girl moaning as her large ass clapped from every thrust of the raider claiming her. When the raider pulled out, a messy stream of seed spilled out of her gaping cunt and the dominated girl spread her cunt for the next raider to impale her on his cock.

Proud, confident and strong, Belit had neither pity for these women nor any shame for letting them endure their degradation. In the world of Hyporia, the strong took what they wanted and the weak must submit. Belit herself had learned that lesson from a hard lifetime of struggle, loss and pain. All that she endured to become stronger, shape her destiny and become the unconquered queen of the Black Coast.

However, she sometimes wondered what would happen to her crew when she perished. Despite being a skilled warrior with bow, dagger and spear, Belit knew that she was not immortal. When she was gone, no one would remember her and nor would any inherit the legacy of destruction and terror that she was leaving behind. 

Watching her raiders spill their mud-like cum into the shrieking breeding sows, a thought occurred to Belit. She was not blind to the held back lust of her raiders, she saw their large cocks rise whenever she passed by them. She noted how the black cocks glistened in the sunlight, lubricated with maiden's blood and vaginal honey. The geysers of thick semen which washed upon their moaning and trembling new sex slaves.

She watched them stretch the breasts that they sucked and groped, lavishing their victims with pleasure by toying with their prominent bosoms. Big thick fingers dug into small wet cunts as the girls loudly gulped and slurped on big ebony shafts stuck down their throats. The broken girls rode her broken raiders, swinging their hips and using their spread cunts to stroke the massive cocks painting their wombs white.

But there was one who stood apart from the rest.

Tall, bald, wide and bulked with muscle, one of her raiders stood amidst the fuck buffet appearing bored and uninterested. This raider had been a slave once until he had killed his master and escaped with the man's daughter. After taking his vengeance on the dead by defiling the living, he sold the girl to a brothel and used the coin to buy himself a gilded silver sword.

That sword had slain the most men in their hunt and that meant that the bald nameless raider had pleased her the most in his service. She was perplexed about how this hulking warrior could look at the dozens of women around him and not join his brothers in claiming them. She knew that the man had all of his parts and she saw them react to her beautiful erotic body as it walked by him. Yet, he seemed content to take his share of booty and bloodshed.

This would not due.

Belit walked through the breeding frenzy, ignoring the pleas and cries of the curvacious women being filled with her raider's seed. She appeared before the bald raider and immediately grabbed his crotch. The bald one was surprised by his captain, yet did not stop her from roughly rubbing his heavy testicles. Nor from wrapping her hand around his hardening cock and his breath quickened as she started to stroke his thick length from the root to overhanging prepuce.

She looked right into his eyes as she toyed with his enlarging mast, the signal clear and obvious. Her pink nipples were hardening in anticipation, her massive bosom rising with heavy breaths as her own instincts began to emerge from her proud face. She looked down at the great shaft of hard black meat, a massive cock larger than any of the large raiders and almost two feet in length and thicker than both of her arms together.

She pressed her back against him, deliberately rubbing her gracious ass and wet cunt over his hard length. The bald one's hands found her breasts, lightly holding her massive mounds as if testing the waters. When his captain did not slay him, the bald raider began to fondle and massage her soft rack. He pulled each breasts out of her loose gold-thread mantle, burying his hands into her overflowing voluminous tits.

Some in the crew took a pause in their own fuck fest to look over at their queen. They were surprised to see her rosy nipples harden and rise from the touch of one of their own. They looked on more curious than envious, amazed and proud that one of their own had been allowed to touch and service their goddess. They saw the bald one suck on her neck, Belit humming delightfully reaching behind her to grab his throbbing balls and start to pull on each heavy nut.

The Bald one realized that he was being tested, the soft touch of Belit's squishy and jiggly breasts had temporarily blinded him to the honey trap he was in. Her cunt rubbed on his black spear, his girth swelling and throbbing from the deliberate teasing. The Bald One summoned his will, knowing that failing his captain's test now would result in his maiming and exile from the crew.

Belit smiled and felt the Bald One's muscled bulked body tense. She knew that he was resisting the urge to release prematurely and was doing well thus far. She choose to test him further, using her free hand to grab the shaft between her thighs and began to stroke it again. The Bald One's eyes closed and his breath quickened, gritting his teeth to resist losing himself to his captain's touch.

Knowing that staying on the defensive would not be enough, the Bald One summoned his boldness. He started to handle her breasts more roughly, stretching and pulling on her large hard nipples while massaging her massive overflowing bust. It seemed that he had discovered a path to victory, Belit's efforts started to slow and more nectar started to drip from her cunt onto his cock.

Belit's full rack of plump and delicious pillows of fat were sensitive to the touch of worthy men. But most sensitive of all were her large pale pink nipples which the Bald One paid more attention to. Now it was Belit's turn to tense and seize up, gasping from how the Bald One's fingers circled around her rising areolae. Her breasts began to swell and throb, blood circulating to her chest and pushing Belit's mind towards ecstasy.

Still rubbing her thighs and cunt upon the Bald One's length, Belit had succeeded in minimally retracting the Bald One's thick prepuce. She could see clear precum dripped out from his knobby pink glans, the partially wrapped cock head pulsing from the vaginal orifice that was just inches away from it. Belit knew that the great shaft reflected its owner's quiet desire. He needed to penetrate the thick meaty vagina rubbing on his girth, he needed to unload the building deluge of cum churning in the Bald One's low hanging balls. 

Her mind becoming hazy, Belit tore off her scarlet silk girdle and threw it down. Her unshaved crotch was now laid bare for raider and sex slave to see. They could see how the thick lips of her vagina slobbered upon the black cock that she still rubbed upon. One hand kept playing with her tits as the other rubbed down the side of her hip and pulled on the large cheeks of her posterior.

Moments later, Belit deliberately lost at her own game as her voluptuous body cried erotically and closed her eyes. She felt heat fire through her body as she kept stroking the bald one's throbbing girth and guided his tip towards her dripping entrance. As she climaxed, she slowly pressed herself onto his girth, sucking the huge black cock into her wet cunt to initiate her own breeding.

As a mother spider gives herself as a first meal to her brood, so Belit gave herself to the Bald One as an offering to his lust. She was a woman surrendering herself to a worthy man. A mare positioning herself for a great black stallion to mount her, fuck her and breed her. A sow submitting to a hungry and dominating bull and giving him every part of her body.

No foreplay was necessary, he impaled his shaft right into her pink cunt. He held her hips and drove himself into her depths, Belit moaning out in shameless brazen ardour. He was not even halfway into her and she already felt like her belly was full. She felt him push inch after inch into her snatch, spreading her insides wider.

He did not just dig into her pussy, he churned her insides deliberately, making the pirate queen slobber and writhe. Her belly was contorted to the black raider's shape, making it look as though she was being worn rather than fucked. No, she was being fucked and worn like a living sleeve for his cock. Lust-made honey dripped down the black length towards his churning balls.

The Bald One grunted with eyes closed, feeling Belit's vaginal canal grip and squeeze upon his girth. It had been years since he had been inside of a woman and the normally disciplined and stoic raider was relishing in this moment. The last girl he had fucked had been out of hate and revenge, the only satisfaction he got from emptying himself in his former master's daughter was using her body in a last act of retaliation against her dead father. 

But this was different, Belit wanted him and he wanted her. Words like love and affection did not enter into the equation. But there was a place for passion, desire and a mutual urge to copulate and breed. His captain had chosen him to give her his cock and give her his seed and he had chosen to accept this invitation. 

Losing himself to long pent up desire, the Bald One began to pick up the speed and strength of his pounding. He shoved his cock's full length into her wet snatch with every forceful thrust, his large hanging balls rapidly slapping upon her ivory thighs. Her large firm ass was jiggling in response to his thrusts, swaying and bouncing as the force of his fucking flowed through her ample clapping cheeks.

Seeing their captain mounted like a bitch enticed the raiders to pick up the pace and shamelessness of their fuck fest. They pounded their new slaves more forcefully, trying to make their asses jiggle like the clapping cheeks of their captain. Some of the captive women were overcome with shamelessness and were already swinging their hips on their own as they were fucked. One girl held up her ass and twirked to bang her ass cheeks together, her gaping snatch inviting another raider to spear her and fill her with more seed. 

But no one on that ship had an ass like Belit. Not only was it firm and fat, but Belit knew how to make it work. She twirked back on the Bald One, humping back against his thrusts, holding her upper body up by her hands, raising up her posterior and leaning back to give herself greater control of her lower body. 

Her plump heavy rack danced on her chest, her hard nipples rising and falling in circular fashion. Her jeweled mantle outlined the large overflowing pale bouncing bosom now slick with sweat and reddening from lustful heat. She held up her face and screamed out in orgasm, loudly moaning and singing vulgarly with her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

The Queen of the Black Sea was locked in a trance of esctasy, feeling like she was floating as the Bald One grabbed large handfuls of her massive bosom in his rough hands. Belit felt her raider lean down upon her and start to skewer her deeper, harder and faster. Her cunt was spraying out juices with each thrust, her hot and humid insides clamping upon his invading cock. Her cervix pulsed around his girth, the head of his cock pistoning into her womb as the big black length began to pulse and throb.

Her heart was rapidly beating, but Belilt had no hesitation. “Cum in me.”

Hearing his captain's whisper, the Bald One hilted himself into her one more time and called out. A heavy and thick spray of seed was loudly dumped into her receptive womb. Viscous load after viscuous load spilled into her ovulating uterus, his buried cock throbbing with each ejaculation. It had been so long that the Bald One felt a little pain when he emptied years worth of pent up semen into his captain. But the pleasure and satisfaction washing over him was more overwhelming and intoxicating. 

Belit was drowning in constant chained orgasms, the pleasure of her climax mixing with the feeling of being filled with her raider's seed was etched into her mind. She heard his balls loudly churn and contract, sending heavy bursts of thick fertile seed into her flooding womb. Her vagina gulped upon his  cum, her belly swelling with compacted seed as the Bald One held her in place.

Despite the massive amount of cum that he had dumped into his captain, the Bald One remained hard and his cock had not given any inch within her vagina. Fertile and energetic as a stallion, he twisted her around on his cock so that he could see her panting and estactic face. He licked on her large and round nipples, squeezing her hard tips in his mouth and wrapping his mouth around the pink knobs. Belit gasped and salivated uncontrollably, still hazy from the series of orgasms that were striking her mind one after the other.

She was held up off the ground, suspended on the huge cock stuck inside of her flooded womb. Her ivory white skin was flushed warm and red and her breath was ragged and uneven. The Bald One wasn't going to stop now and proceeded to thrust right into her stuffed womb. Belit screamed out in pleasure, her Raider sucking and pulling on her ivory globes as he used her like a living cock sleeve.

“You're still gushing out in me...” He was ripping Belit apart and she loved it. Her heavy plump overflowing breasts danced with his forceful humping, her jeweled mantle jingling upon her chest. Some of her raiders were gathering around the mating pair, their eyes looking at the primal fucking as they used their captives as living cum sacks easily ignored and easily used. “Don't stop! Keep breeding me! Keep fucking me! Seed me! I command you!”

For hours, the newly enslaved women were fucked by the Black Raiders. Roughly violated with all of their holes left oozing with semen. Their insides gouged out and split open by large black cocks staining their insides with milky primal fertile fluid. Powerless, the ladies could only drown in despair and pleasure, submitting in body and mind to their new masters.

Meanwhile, the Bald Raid had pinned Belit down on her bed and was continually cumming in her as he stirred around and pounded her squirting sticky insides. Her legs were spread as widely as possible while the queen of the black sea let her tongue roll out of her mouth. She was still locked in constant ecstasy, constantly climaxing with each deep thrust into her gripping snatch.

She was so sensitive that it felt like everything was making her climax. His large hands were buried in her overflowing bosom, pinching and pulling her hard erect nipples and rubbing her swollen areolae. His balls clapping against her jiggling ass, his great girth rubbing every sweet spot in her vaginal canal. His semen spilling into her womb and crowding upon her ovaries, fighting over which one got to inseminate her.

It was well into the night before both were utterly exhausted. Belit had lost count of how long her constant climaxing had gone on and was barely conscious before the Bald Raider rolled off of her and fell to sleep. Belit rubbed her enlarged bulged belly, feeling fistfuls of semen gush out of her gaping throbbing sore pussy. 

“You have given me an heir.” Belit whispered to the gasping bald raider and kissed his cheek. “Now you will live forever...”

In the months that followed that strange day, her crew had gone through tough times from rival pirate crews, the monsters of the black sea and the changing weather of the world. While Belit and the Tigress were alright, the treacherous voyage had cost the lives of many of her raiders. Some were killed in battle, some died from pursuing cursed treasure, some fell into the sea and were lost at sea during storms and others fell sick and succumbed to their affliction.

Among the dead was the Bald Raider who had died from wounds sustained while battling a great sea monster. Belit honored the Bald One by setting his body in a boat and setting it aflame before letting it drift into the sea. Such was the life of a pirate and he had lived it honorably, setting a good example for his comrades and brothers at sea to follow.

“We honor him with our victory rather than our tears.” Proud and unyielding, Belit shed no tears for the lost champion. He was not the first valuable crew member that she had lost and he would not be the last. “He will live forever.”

Belit watched her crew bow to her in veneration, her bulging round belly swayed with her steps, doing little to hinder the queen of pirates. The Bald One's seed had enlarged her stomach and made her belly button stuck out while her areolae and nipples had noticiably enlarged upon her engorged and fuller bosom. Her jiggling breasts had fattened and swelled with milk for her unborn children who would soon be born.

“It will not be long my children. It will not be long before his gift to me is born...” She sat upon her throne and caressed her body. There at least three unborn strong children in her womb, but the last healer foresaw that there would be four children born to her. All a sign of the potency of the Bald One's seed or perhaps an effect of the quantity of sperm that he had overfilled with with on that wonderful night so many months ago.

“Grow to be strong my children. Grow to be stronger than me.” Belit told her future heirs. “The sea is treacherous and Hyporia will give no mercy. Be strong or you will not grow at all. Be strong and the Black Sea will be your's...my gift to you...”