B is for Booty

 

Booty

The world was filled with legendary treasures; rumors passed around taverns about buried fortunes from privateers long passed. Pirates were prone to exaggeration, but it was the thrill of legendary booty that kept people on the seas.

Captain Brianna built her reputation on her ruthlessness and her thirst for adventure. She was a treasure hunter at heart, chasing after historic prizes. Her crew, the load of incompetent scallywags they were, served as a means to an end. She gave them adventure and they gave her the manual labor required to sail the seven seas.

When it came to her moment of victory, however, the Captain refused to share. After months of charting a path, Brianna was anchoring her ship, The Bubble Reef, off the shore of an abandoned island. She could feel it in her bones; this was the resting place of Captain Sweetcakes' lost treasure. Leaving most of her crew on the ship, she took a dinghy with her first mate and quartermaster. They would guard the cavern entrance and assist her in getting the treasure onto the ship, but everyone knew the moment of discovery was for the Captain.

Bearing a torch, Brianna delved deep into the cave. The further she went, the more she questioned if her maps and navigation truly brought her to the right place. Her doubts were laid to rest when her torchlight glinted against gold.

Half a dozen large chests were neatly waiting for the Captain. With a holler of success, Brianna eagerly claimed a ring from one of the open chests, slipping it on her finger to lay symbolic claim to the new treasure trove.

Before she could grab a necklace to pair with her newfound accessory, Brianna shuddered as a tingling sensation ran up and down her body. Seeing stars, she wobbled and fell back, landing on the stone ground.

Much to her surprise, Brianna's fall was cushioned by something. Looking down in shock, she realized the pleasurable sensation was focusing itself on her bottom. Everyone knew Brianna was slender and unassuming, her authority coming from her attitude rather than her muscles. That's what made it obvious that fat and muscle in her thighs and hips were multiplying and swelling.

Scrambling to her feet, her thighs were each already the size of her waist. Looking over her shoulder, Brianna's ass was clearly growing into her field of vision. After a life with a flat bottom, it was surreal to watch her own trousers tearing at their seams to contain a perfectly round shelf of an ass.

And it felt so good. Brianna had no clue what was causing this, oblivious to the curse that gave the notorious Captain Sweetcheeks her nickname. All she cared about as her butt finally settled into its new size was the overwhelming sexual need building.

Tearing away her useless pants, the Captain reached into a chest and, as if called to it, pulled out a gleaming silver curved rod. Without hesitation, she buried the naughty treasure between her full new cheeks. Moans slipped out, growing louder the more she played with herself, but the toy was also cursed; it would drive her mad with lust, but it could never finish her.

Thankfully, Brianna had two trusted crewmates who ran to find her after hearing cries and moans. Expecting danger, they were not expecting their Captain on her knees fucking her own ass with a silver member. Ever the leader, Brianna commanded them to assist her, and as always, they eagerly complied.

After reaching a long-overdue climax, First Mate Dana started carefully loading treasure into the dinghy while the Captain composed herself. When she made it back to The Bubble Reef Butt, her lowly crew ogled their thick leader, submitting to all her orders. The bounce and jiggle of her legendary booty came with the confidence and authority of a pirate queen.

And a need to get fucked in the ass by two people nightly, but the Captain would gladly adjust.