Dubious Intentions

Shanks came storming out of the captain's quarters, slamming the door behind him. Many of the crew members turned to stare at him as he strode angrily across the deck, taking up the place at Buggy's side. "That absolute cocksucker!" he fumed, pounding a fist on the ship's railing.
"Fighting with the captain again?" inquired Buggy casually. He was leaned against the railing with his long blue hair pulled back in a ponytail.
"The old man is driving me mad," Shanks huffed. "He wants to lecture me about how I spend my cut of the treasure, while he hoards his own God-knows-where?" He made a noise of frustration. "I've had it with him and his condescension."
Buggy waited for his friend to calm down with a knowing look. Shanks took a box of cigarettes from his coat pocket and pulled one out.
"You know what?" Shanks contemplated, wagging the cigarette at Buggy. "We should get him back."
"We? Who's we?" replied Buggy with a laugh. "I'm not the one with a bug up my ass. If Roger's on your case, that's between you and him."
"This affects you too, you know," pointed out Shanks, lighting the cigarette between his lips. He blew out a cloud of smoke before explaining. "What do you think's gonna happen to Roger's treasure when he eventually kicks the bucket? It'll be out there for anyone to grab, when it rightfully should go to one of us. And anyway," he continued, "he's an arsehole and should be knocked down a peg, eh?"
He handed the cigarette to Buggy, who took it with a smirk. "So what do you propose?" he asked, taking a drag.
Shanks chewed on the question for a second before grinning mischievously. "You should seduce Kitty," he declared.
The smile dropped from Buggy's face. Kitty, the captain's eighteen-year-old daughter, was rebellious, beautiful, and extremely off-limits. "Me? Why me?" Buggy choked.
"Because," answered Shanks. "it's pretty clear she has a little crush on you. 'Oh Buggy, could you help me tie this knot? Buggy, your blue hair is so luscious!'" he mocked in his best girlish voice.
"Fuck off," said Buggy, his cheeks tinged with pink. "You're the one who flirts relentlessly with her."
"Only because I like to see you get jealous," Shanks chuckled, poking his friend playfully. "C'mon, you know you want to. She's a pretty girl," he remarked, leaning back against the railing. His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. "It'd be incredibly satisfying for me to know that you'd defiled the captain's little princess."
Shanks wasn't completely off base; Buggy did have a soft spot for Kitty, but they'd watched her grow from a gangly teenager into the curvy, wild young woman she was. She was only a few years younger than him, but to sleep with her seemed incredibly inappropriate in a way... and incredibly tempting in another. He shook his head nonetheless. "If you've got a problem with Roger, you handle it yourself. I'm not getting involved," he said flatly.
"If you say so," Shanks replied, plucking the cigarette from Buggy's lips and holding to his own. "Just don't get mad at me when I do."

That night the rest of the crew went into town to spend their loot at a local tavern, but both Buggy and Shanks were given the duty of guarding the ship. "That arsehole," Shanks muttered, picking the lock to the captain's quarters. "He wants to confine me to the ship? Fine; I'll enjoy myself here with some of his finest brandy."
Buggy was keeping a lookout, though they were alone on the deck. "You don't think he'll notice if one of his bottles becomes empty overnight?"
"I'll replace it with something cheap in the morning," Shanks answered, popping the door open. "Lord knows he'll be passed out in some whorehouse until the afternoon."
The two let themselves inside the cabin and closed the door behind them. A lamp was still lit in the corner of the room, giving the space a warm glow. Shanks got to work looking for the bottle of brandy, which didn't take long to find. "Here it is," he announced, popping the cork and slumping into a chair by the little wooden table. He took a swig and passed it to Buggy.
Buggy sat in the chair opposite him and brought the bottle to his lips, letting the brown liquid burn down his throat. "That's good brandy," he commented, setting the bottle back down between them.
Shanks leaned back and propped his boots up on the table. "I could get used to this," he commented, looking around the cabin. "Must be nice to be the captain."
"You could be captain, someday," remarked Buggy. "If that's what you want."
"And what about you?" Shanks inquired with a grin. "Gonna join my crew?"
"In your dreams, ginger."
The two sat a while, drinking and chatting, while the liquid left in the bottle got lower and lower. Someone jiggled the handle of the door, but both men were too tipsy to notice.
Kitty slipped into the cabin, surprised to see it wasn't empty. The men greeted her warmly. "Fancy meeting you here," called Shanks from his seat with a grin.
"What are you two doing in here?" she asked suspiciously, making her way to where she knew her father stashed his liquor in his bedside table. She was scantily dressed in a miniskirt and crochet-net blouse, her bikini top visible through the weave of the fabric.
"Same as you, it seems," Buggy replied, watching her search for the alcohol.
Shanks held up the bottle of brandy. "Looking for this?" he asked sweetly.
Kitty turned towards them, eyeing the half-empty bottle. She sauntered over to Shanks, then made a grab for it. Shanks moved it just out of her grasp, chuckling. "You can have it if you want, but, if you'd like to stay and hang out with us, I've got something better to offer you," he told her with a twinkle in his eye.
She sized him up. "What do you have?" she asked cautiously.
Shanks put the bottle down on the table and pulled a red tin box from his pocket. He pulled open the lid and inside was a handful of small heart-shaped pills. Kitty reached for one, but again Shanks swerved it away from her teasingly.
Buggy had seen the pills before; Shanks brought them out at pleasure houses, tenderly popping them in the mouths of whores before disappearing with them to an upstairs room. "Shanks—" Buggy stammered.
"Only if she wants to," Shanks nullified him, locking eyes with Kitty.
"What are they?" she asked curiously, looking between the men.
"They make you feel good," was Shank's answer. "Your body gets all tingly and your worries fade away. If you'd like one, you can stay and have some fun with us," he said with a devilish smile. "I promise, we're a lot more fun than whatever local boys you've found to drink with." Kitty's eyes slid to Buggy and back to Shanks, unsure. "You don't have to," Shanks contended, sensing her hesitation.
"I'd... like one," she decided.
Shanks smirked. "Come here," he said, and Kitty stepped closer to him. Shanks turned her around and pulled her onto his lap. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and she obliged. He put the pill on her tongue and she closed her lips around his fingers, making eye contact with him before swallowing it. Buggy sat back in his chair, resigned.
"How long does it take to set in?" Kitty asked Shanks.
"Only about a minute," Shanks replied, pulling her further onto his lap and nuzzling into her neck. She blushed and her eyes darted to Buggy, but she didn't stop him.
Shanks's arms snaked around her, one hand gripping her inner thigh and the other making its way under the hem of her crochet shirt. Her breath caught and her hands flew to his on instinct, but again she didn't stop him. Kitty could feel her body tingling like he'd said it would, every touch magnified. "Tell me, honey, have you ever been with a man?" Shanks asked quietly, his breath tickling her neck.
"No," Kitty breathed, struggling not to squirm.
"No?" he asked again. "Not with any of those townie boys you always attract when we go to port?"
Kitty shook her head. "I've never liked any of them," she mumbled.
"Of course not," Shanks chuckled. "You need a man." Shanks pulled her crochet top off above her head and wrapped his arms around her again, his hands tickling her soft skin. Her miniskirt had hiked up around her hips, leaving the mound of her panties exposed. He pulled her even closer to his chest, one hand caressing the fabric over her pussy and the other now under her bikini top, fondling her breast. Kitty breathed hard; again her eyes flashed to Buggy, who was watching with an unreadable expression. Shank's fingers slipped under her panties and she moaned involuntarily. He played with her expertly, and she wriggled with pleasure despite her inhibitions.
"Don't worry about Buggy," Shanks whispered, seeing how she kept looking at him. "We're punishing him."
"Punishing him?" she repeated, her eyes still on the red-nosed man while Shanks toyed with her clit.
"For being a coward," Shanks explained with a smirk.
"But how is this punishment?" Kitty asked breathlessly.
"Oh trust me, Kitty," said Shanks, smiling naughtily at his friend. "He's going to hate watching me take your virginity." Shanks reached between Kitty's legs to release his hard cock from his pants. Kitty grinded herself against it instinctually, feeling as though some primal desire had taken over her. Her shame at doing this in front of Buggy was already forgotten.
"The captain is going to kill you," warned Buggy to Shanks.
"Fuck the captain," Shanks answered. He pulled aside the fabric of Kitty's underwear, then lifted her hips and sat her down on his cock. She sunk onto it with a whimper. He pulled her bikini top down so her breasts were fully exposed, then began thrusting into her, his hands still groping her body.
Kitty knew it was the drugs propelling her to ride Shanks as though it was her sole purpose in life, but she didn't care; every time he pumped into her it only reemphasized her ravenous need for satisfaction. She threw her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes, enjoying the ride.
After a few minutes of this, Shanks made eye contact with Buggy over Kitty's shoulder with sweat dripping from his brow. "I think Buggy's feeling left out," he commented to Kitty, still rocking his member into her. "Think he's been punished enough?"
"Don't stop," she squeaked, afraid that was his intention.
Shanks whispered something quietly in Kitty's ear and she opened her eyes again, looking at Buggy. Her pupils slid over to Shanks curiously, and he smirked back at her.
Shanks put his feet around the front legs of Buggy's chair and pulled him forward, catching him off guard. The chair legs groaned against the wooden floor before settling directly in front of Shank's own seat, and then Kitty leaned forward, looking directly at Buggy with the need to please evident in her eyes. He watched her like she was a creature he'd never seen before as she crawled on her hands until her head was over his lap. Shanks scooched forward in his seat too, his penis still buried inside her and the curve of her barely-covered ass sitting nicely on his thighs.
Buggy felt completely paralyzed as he watched Kitty unbutton the fly of his pants. His erection sprang loose, and he wondered for only a millisecond if he should stop her before she lowered her mouth onto it, licking the precum from the tip. He shuttered, gently pushing her hair back from her face as she took his length in her mouth.
Shanks gave Buggy a look that said, You're in just as much trouble as I am now. He drove into Kitty's cunt with renewed vigor and she moaned around Buggy's cock. Buggy squirmed with pleasure as she sucked him off and fought the urge to thrust against her pretty face.
Kitty had never had a dick in her mouth before, but she liked the way Buggy tasted. She wanted to take his whole length, wanted to make him feel as good as she felt with Shanks deep inside her, but Buggy was too big. She gagged a few times, but tried to make up for it by exploring the entirety of it with her tongue.
Buggy came without warning in her mouth, and he saw Shank's face twist with orgasm at the same time. Kitty moaned again as they both pumped her full of their cum.
As the throbbing of Buggy's penis eventually subsided, Kitty raised her face off of it with a slightly dazed look. A white dribble clung to her lip. "Oh my God Kitty, I'm so sorry," Buggy said with a laugh, taking her face in his hands and wiping the cum away with his thumb. "I should've warned you."
Shanks tucked his deflated member back in his pants and pulled Kitty back into sitting position on his lap. He traced her bottom lip with his thumb the same way Buggy had, then kissed her deeply on the mouth. "Did you come sweetheart?" he asked with his forehead on hers, and she nodded against it. "That's a good girl. Would you like to keep going?" he murmured, and, slowly, she nodded again.
"Shanks, it's her first time," Buggy said with humor in his voice.
Shanks didn't look at him, only at Kitty. "She'll tell us when she's had enough. Won't you, Kitty?" Again, the girl nodded obediently. "You're being such a good sport. Plus, I really think Buggy needs to see how fantastic your cunt feels before we're done." As he said the words he slid his fingers over her panties again and Kitty shivered against him.
Shanks wrapped his strong arms around her, scooping her up before standing and causing his chair to screech backwards. He laid her down on the table so that her calves were hanging over the edge and walked around to stand between her knees. Kitty sat up on her elbows, watching him unbutton her skirt and shrug it over her hips. It landed on the floor by his feet. He did the same for her panties, then his fingers grazed her exposed pussy gently. She shuddered and laid her head back on the table.
Shanks grabbed Kitty's ankles and positioned her heels on the edge of the table so her knees were all the way bent. He leaned forward, and the fabric covering his crotch sat right against her's. She longed for him to pull his cock out again and plant it deep inside her, but instead he moved around the table and pulled her bikini top off over her head, not bothering with the strings. He kept her arms up, holding her wrists over the other end of the table with one hand and combing through her hair with the other.
Buggy approached Kitty with his soft member in his hand. She watched him with impatient whimpers as he played with himself, his shaft stiffening too slowly for her liking. She'd fantasized about Buggy many times before, so much that the anticipation to finally have him inside of her was driving her wild. Buggy eyed her naked body laid out before him as though it were on a silver platter, noting the glistening wetness of her opening. When he was finally fully hard again he plunged himself into her folds, sinking so far in that she cried out.
Buggy leaned over her, suckling at one of her exposed nipples as he thrusted in and out of her pussy. Kitty closed her eyes, blissfully aware of the entire length that she couldn't fit in her mouth now reaching parts of her she didn't know existed. Shanks stayed pinning her wrists and watching them with a hungry expression until Buggy decided he'd prefer to finish on the bed. This time he was the one to pick Kitty up, and she clung to his chest like a koala until he deposited her on the captain's bed. He her upright, sitting on her knees, and knelt on the bed as well, facing her.
Buggy replaced his member in her from below, scooping it into her. She longed to bounce against him, but he held her hips steady. She looked pleadingly at him, unsure what the hold up was, when she felt Shank's presence directly behind her. She became aware of him pressing gently between the cheeks of her ass and realized it wasn't his hand that was touching her.
Kitty put her palms on Buggy's chest for balance, her mouth parting in surprise. "We can stop whenever you want," Buggy said softly, his red nose tracing the curve of her neck.
"Don't stop," she pleaded, and he smiled wickedly against her skin, his eyes flashing to Shanks's over her shoulder. Buggy reached around Kitty's ass and pulled her cheeks apart, holding them wide for his friend. Shanks licked his hand and rubbed Kitty's tight back-door opening before replacing his penis to it. Kitty squeaked as he pushed the head of it slowly in.
"You okay love?" Shanks whispered in her ear.
"It hurts," she moaned, pushing her face into Buggy's shoulder.
"I know, sweetheart, I know," cooed Shanks. He reached around her and fondled her clit, and Kitty wimpered. "That's a good girl, loosen up for me. I know you can take us both."
Kitty tried to relax her body, and Shanks began pulsing gently into her, pushing further in by a milimeter each time. She dug her teeth into Buggy's shoulder to keep from crying out; the pain was intense, but so was the feeling of Buggy's cock still embedded in her pussy. Shank's movements caused her to wiggle against it torturously. As he pushed his full length into her, still teasing her clit with his fingers, Kitty reached climax, the walls of her canal palpatating around Buggy's hardness.
Buggy groaned blissfully from the vibrations and began thrusting in and out of her once again, gently at first, then with more force. Shanks did the same, and Kitty stayed sandwiched between the two men as they fucked both of her holes. She'd never felt so deleriosly full before and thought she might burst from the sensation. She wimpered again and Buggy held her hands to his chest. "Just a little longer sweetheart," he promised breathlessly.
Kitty came again, the waves of pleasure building into an explosive orgasm, and she could feel by the throbbing of their members that they were both coming too. Her body drank it up as they emptied their warm liquid into her.
When he was fully finished, Buggy laid back on the bed, breathing hard. Kitty fell halfway on top of him, too weak to hold herself up, and Shanks landed next to her, the springs of the matress groaning under them. "You alright, darling?" Shanks asked between breaths, his voice concerned. "I didn't mean to hurt you. God, it just felt so fucking good."
"I'm okay," Kitty confirmed, her voice small. The drugs were finally wearing off, and she was left feeling a little overwhelmed and yet totally and completely satisfied.
Shanks rolled over to spoon her from behind. "You were fantastic," he murmured into her neck, and Kitty felt her cheeks grow warm.
"Amazing," Buggy agreed, combing her hair with his fingers. She looked up at him from where her head laid on his chest and he gazed affectionately back at her, his eyelids droopy with exaustion.

Kitty woke in the morning with a start. She and Buggy were still laying in the captain's bed, but Shanks was nowhere to be seen. "Buggy wake up!" she hissed. "I think I heard my father out on the deck!"
Buggy startled awake, and Kitty repeated her warning. "Go now! You need to leave!" She jumped out of the bed herself and began searching for her clothes, pulling them on with haste. Buggy was still mostly dressed from the night before, if a little disheveled, and she urged him again towards the door. He stumbled towards it, but suddenly they could hear Gold Roger's voice directly on the other side. Wide eyed, Kitty indicated the wardrobe where her father kept his coats. Buggy scuffled towards it, diving inside and pulling the door closed just before the handle to the cabin door rattled.
Gold Roger came in as Kitty finished buttoning her skirt. "Captain! I—" she started, but she hadn't had time to come up with an excuse for why she was in his room. "I was just—"
Her father looked around his cabin, his eyes hovering on the near-empty bottle of brandy and the rumpled state of his bed. His gaze landed on Kitty's mussed appearance. "Where is he?" the captain seethed through clenched teeth.
"Where's who?" she asked innocently.
He sneered. "The little ingrate you've been screwing in my room!" He stormed past Kitty, pushing her aside roughly. He tossed his night stand away violently and checked under his bed.
"There's no one!" Kitty insisted. "I—I drank too much last night and came back here! Alone!"
"LIAR!" Gold Roger screamed. "You don't think I can tell? What son of a whore thinks he can make a fool out of me, fucking around with my daughter right under my nose?" He mucled his dresser away from the wall, causing everything on top of it to clatter to the ground. "When I find the bastard, I'll tear him limb from fucking limb!"
He reached the wardrobe and threw the door open; Kitty screamed as Buggy darted under her father's arm, barely avoiding his clawed hand. He dove out of the way again as the captain lunged for him, hitting the table instead and causing the glass bottle to shatter against the floor. "Daddy, stop!" cried Kitty, grabbing her father's arm.
Buggy's eyes were as round as his nose as he scrambled out of the cabin. "Come back here you coward!" Gold Roger screeched behind him, trying to shake off Kitty's grip. "I'll cut the red nose from your face and let stray dogs use it as a chew toy! I'll hang you from the mast and drain all the blood from your body!"
Buggy ran straight into Shanks on the main deck and grabbed his arms, looking over his shoulder wildly. "What's happening?" asked Shanks, still drunk from the night before. "I just went to take a piss!"
The few crew members who were awake on the deck stared at them. "Roger's back!" Buggy hissed. "He knows, we have to go!"
"Oh shit!" replied Shanks, taking up his friend's sense of urgency. The gangplank had been raised, leaving no exit from the ship, so the two sped towards the railing and began to climb over.
Kitty had somehow managed to lock her father alone in his room, but based on the violent sounds coming from it, he was likely to break through the cabin door at any second. She rushed across the deck and leaned over the railing, where the men paused to look up at her. "He's dead serious, and I can't stop him! Go quickly!" she urged them.
Buggy hesitated, then hastily climbed back up a few feet. "Come find us when you can," he instructed her, then surprised her by planting a brisk kiss on her lips before scrambling back down the side of the ship. Kitty put her fingertips to her mouth and watched him and Shanks reach the water below. They swam skillfully toward the shore.
Gold Roger burst through the door of his cabin and bounded to the railing next to her. "I'll kill you!" he shouted after the men below. "You'll never be safe! I'll find you and cut your throat for what you did to my daughter!" But it was too late. Buggy and Shanks had reached the land and were running away from the ship as fast as their legs could carry them.