1. Shadows of Fright: Haunted Tides


    Date: 3/4/2019, Categories: Fantasy Anal Oral Sex / Blowjob Cum Swallowing Death, Horror, Monster, Murder, Reluctance Violence / Cruelty Author: The Midnight Shade, Source: sexstories.com

    The first thought this evil creature had waking up was revenge. Not that it could remember against who off hand. Waking up after being shot by your whole crew. Stabbed and hung afterwards tended to erase quite a few memories. However those memories were stuck in his undead, rotting brain. Every single one of his crew members. Even those he rose to infamy. And those who would've captained their own ships one day. One by one the memories slowly came to him. He couldn't even remember how to move at first. He just remembered seeing a a group of people stadning in front of him wearing strange clothes. All pale white talking about him as if he was famous. Mainly that he was a pirate. Yet he died a pirate. Not that he really considered himself one. He considered himself a man of the sea. A free man who preyed on those weaker then him just like the animals in nature. Sure he got rich off of it in the end. Much like a bear during hibernation. However he was more like a wolf with a pack. These wolves of his stole his stock. His gold to the point where he had to kill a few of them. Until one night his crew had themselves a mutiny. Shot 12 times. Stabbed over a score. And hung by the sails. Mocked. Bottles thrown. Random curses set upon his corpse from all different walks of life for he never cared for race creed nor religion on his ship. However he was the only cannibal on the ship. Most of his crew feared him because when the slaves ran out he would slit a mans throat at night and eat ...
     eat him over the course of the voyage. Not that anyone could prove it. It was an unspoken fact. He would cut them to pieces one by one and either eat them raw or cook them in his cabin. Claiming it was jerky he got from whatever port the visited last. These people said all of it like they read it out of a text book. One female of them talked at a man holding a black boxy object like she was giving a history lesson. A fair looking woman with her odd suit like clothes holding a black stick in front of her face. Now 200 years later his eyes finally opened. The beach his body was buried on look the same. However the air felt different. The sun was a tad higher then it used to be. The moon farther then before. He knew he died. He knew he was no longer human for his flesh was rotten but not gone. His stomach was gone but hot his hunger. His thirst was present but not his satisfaction of quench. After he was finally able to move the sun sun had set and nothing about him seemed the . His refection in the water wasn't him. But a horrid decayed resemblance of what he used to be. His black powder was dry. His saber rusty but sharp. His switch pistol dry but rotted. His flesh dry and also rotted. Holes in his cheeks. And his skin looked closer to sand paper. When he woke and could stand he looked around on the small island he was on. He remembered it from years ago. His crew called it hell. Because no life lived on it. And they buried their gold on it with the promise if anyone stole it ...
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