My favourites from the internet by Keira

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My favourites from the internet by Keira

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Keira wrote: My favourites from the internet by Keira

Author's note- I'm not a big fan of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, but there was a scene in the first one that had so much ENF story potential I thought it could make a good fan fiction. Then hearing about how the actress who played Elizabeth Swan was so flat chested they made her cleavage with make up, the story formed in my head. Hope you Enjoy.


Elizabeth Swan sat in the dark cabin. She was afraid. She didn't wish to be, but she was. How had this happened? She had tripped and tricked her way aboard the black pearl, the most dangerous vessel in the Caribbean. Her, Elizabeth Swan! A governor’s daughter, a noblewoman, aboard a pirate vessel. She was in a great deal of danger, and only her wits and courage would protect her.

The door to her dank cabin swung open. Elizabeth stood instantly, to meet them on equal ground.. In walked two men. Pirates. One short and fat, bald and hideous. The other tall and gangly with a glass eye.

They were both eying her hungrily. Elizabeth. Looked at them with disgust. The fat one pulled out a red dress. Velvet, beautiful.

“You'll be dining with the captain. And he requests you wear this.” He said. No, relayed an order.

“Well you may tell the captain that I am disinclined to acquiesce to his request. “ Elizabeth said. She would not give these damn pirates an inch. As soon as she shows weakness she'd be a open target to these cretins.

“He said you'd say that.” The fat man said. He looked to the skinny one, who giggled. “He also said that if that be the case, then you'll be dining with the crew. And you'll be naked.”

They both erupted into laughter. Elizabeth's mouth dropped in shock. What an outrageous thing to say to a woman! The threat made her heart jump. She moved to grab the dress, but stopped. Wait, she thought. Think Elizabeth. You know that these pirates will take any weakness you show to these buffoons will be an opening. There's no way the Captain of a vessel, even a pirate ship, would strip a noblewoman naked. She retracted her hand. Standing straight, she put a stern look on her face.

“Tell the captain I refuse his request.” She said.

The two pirates exchanged a glance. Was she serious?

“Are you sure miss?” The one with a false eye asked.

“I am quite sure.”

“Well, don't have to tell me twice!” The fat one said. They both started forward. Elizabeth blinked in confusion. What were they doing? This was a bluff, they must be aware! She moved backwards, but they cleared the distance so fast she hand no chance. Both clasped their grimy hands around her wrists. Their touch made her skin crawl. They started dragging her forward. Elizabeth fought, but it was hopeless. They pulled her to the door of the cabin and threw it open.

They entered a larger cabin. It had a long table, the whole crew upon it. They all turned and stared at her. For a moment this froze Elizabeth. This was dozens of dangerous men. She felt her stomach tighten and just stood dumb.

Then, from each side, the two holding her wrists let go and grabbed each side of her dress. Elizabeth looked down. They each grabbed the skirts and pulled in opposite directions. SHHRRIPP! The cabin was filled with a ripping sound. The dress split easily down the middle and left her body. Before Elizabeth's very eyes her bare torso and petticoats were revealed.

The cabin erupted. The pirates all yelled cheers, slamming their beers together and laughing. For a moment, Elizabeth stood dumb, arms still at her sides.

“Look at that skinny little thing!”

“She aint got no curves at all!”

“I thought we was gonna get to see a woman, not no little lass!”

Elizabeth heard the taunts. Suddenly, her mind cleared. The were talking about her body! They were seeing what no man had seen before! She screamed loudly, and finally reacting, threw her hands over her chest. Her chest was indeed, quite small. The corset she had on earlier gave her the illusion of cleavage (a vulgar term in her mind!) But, without it her small mounds stood off a flat chest, ribs showing between them. Off that stood pink nipples, long and pointy, blaring off her solid white form. She cupped her nipples and screamed in shock.

While she did this the glass eyed pirate sneakily grasped the hem of her bloomers. Elizabeth felt the tug and looked down just in time to see them slide to her ankles. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as her own crotch came into view! White, even paler then the rest of her, with a tiny wisp of hair hiding her lips, though barely.

The glass eyed pirate seized his opportunity and grabbed the small tuft of hair between her legs, her final shred of dignity and protection and sliced it off with a knife removed from his boot! Her body was now entirely naked and displayed for the pirates, her bare pussy lips and flat chest visible to all these men.

The crowd erupted even more excitedly. Elizabeth switched a hand, hiding her womanhood with her small fingers. Her flower, her prize, was being ogled by pirates!

“That's a relief, almost worried that this lass was a lad from them little rosebuds up top!”

“Aye, good to see a woman's best side!”

“Look at them skinny legs though!”

“Aye, like a chicken!”

“What a bony lass!”

They all erupted with their insults while Elizabeth's face turned red, then a light shade of purple. She, a noblewoman, was being mocked by a gaggle of pirates! It was the worst thing that could happen to a proud young woman. She felt tears but did all she could to fight them back.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” The fat bald pirate to her right spoke. “The captain told me there was one rule that anyone who disobeyed would have to deal with him personally.”

The roaring crowd grew quieter. The captain was feared and respected enough they had to listen.

“Now, little miss Swan here is not to be touched, prodded or otherwise molested by anyone aboard this boat!” He said. The other pirates moaned angrily as Elizabeth exhaled a sigh of relief. At least her prized virginity, her last threshold of womanhood, would be safe.

“That's alright, I like my women with more up top!” One of them said. They all laughed. Elizabeth could not believe it. She knew she was beautiful, men had always viewed her with desire. Now these lowly pirates were mocking her nude form! It was too much. She hung her face in shame.

Elizabeth had been right: showing any weakness to these men was making herself a target. They all hated the rich, the nobles. Now, seeing a woman who viewed them as savages naked, just a lanky quivering girl, gave them a chance to dominate their enemy.

Elizabeth saw an open chair. Realizing it would hide her crotch under the table, she rushed towards it. She stumbled, her boots tangling in the bloomers and slipping off. Quickly the glass eyed pirate grabbed them up. Holding that and the rags of her dress, he threw them out a port hole window. Elizabeth's stomach tightened even more as she saw her clothing fall from the ship.

The pirates all set about eating and drinking, staring at Elizabeth the whole time. Elizabeth crossed both arms over her chest, looking down. There was a plate of food, a leg of lamb in front of her. She was starving, but could not bring herself to touch it. She knew she'd just be exposing more of herself.

“Skinny lass like you should be eating!” A pirate yelled.

“Here, put some meat on them bones!” Another yelled, tossing his meat at her plate. It splattered grease into Elizabeth's face. The men all laughed as Elisabeth used a palm to wipe it away, unable to look anyone in the eye. She looked back to the small empty cabin but a pirate stood guard in front of the door, winking at her as she looked longingly at the privacy it held.

The night dragged on and on. The men mocked Elizabeth, leered at her, while she silently took it. Her sharp tongue was numbed with shame. Finally, near sunrise, the rum took effect and one by one the men passed out. Finally the staring eyes were off of her. Elizabeth was now able to eat her food, which she did passionately, with her bare hands. Then, filthy, nude and exhausted, she crawled into a small corner of the cabin, farthest from anyone else. Curling up in a fetal position, to hide herself and cover from the cold night air she fell asleep, dreading the next morning...
Keira wrote: The trip by Keira

Tracey tried to settle the class, trying to get herself heard over the noise on the bus was almost impossible.

“Ok guys, when we get to the chemical plant I want you all to behave, there are very dangerous toxins on site and we have to follow the safety procedures to the letter”

The usual trouble makers were hardly listening as she continued with the safety talk, as always it was Mary Stewart and Brad Brown at the centre of it, they were the “Ken” and “Barbie” of the school, he was captain of the football team and she was the head cheer leader.

Both Blonde tall and tanned they were the most popular kids at school, but not because they were nice, far from it, they were both rich spoilt brats but Tracey had always been wary of them as both their Fathers’ were on the school governors board and friends with Principal Chambers.

It was a big deal for Tracey to be in charge of the seniors on a school trip and she was anxious that everything would run smoothly.

The bus pulled in through the factory gates, there were signs everywhere warning people that there were hazardous materials on site and strict adherence to company safety policy was expected at all times, from staff and visitors.

A pretty young lady met them at reception to welcome to “Johnsons pharmaceuticals” she then ran through more safety precautions and explained that what the tour would involve, starting with showing them into the changing area, as always’ Brad and Mary were horsing around and not paying attention, the young lady reddened at something that Brad whispered to her.

She showed them into the changing area, explaining “You all need to change into our safety uniforms, there is a boys and girls changing areas, it is extremely important that you remove every item of clothing and then put the suit on and fasten it, as well as making sure your head wear and goggles are securely fastened, some of the chemicals we will be viewing are extremely toxic, and whilst not poisonous they are extremely contagious and if you are even minutely exposed you will need to be quarantined, so be careful.”

There was much laughter and messing around as the boys and girls split up, “no peeping” giggled Mary.

Then Tracey blushed furiously as she heard Brad joke to his gang, loudly enough for everyone to hear, ”Cool, we’ll get to see Miss tight ass Jones’s bush”The young lady heard it as well and to save Tracey further embarrassment assured her that there was a separate changing room for the teachers.

Tracey gratefully took the uniform and started stripping off, at twenty one she was beautifully toned, her blonde hair tied back, revealing her long slender neck, she had large breasts and a flat tummy, her time in the school gym paying off as she quickly admired her tight butt in the mirror before slipping on the white overalls.

It felt strange being totally naked beneath the thin papery material, her breasts hanging free, her nipples slightly hardening as they brushed the crisp fabric, an odd sensation knowing the only thing protecting her modesty was a very thin layer of paper.

She re-joined the group and they were all ready to go, they looked faintly ridiculous in their white uniforms, completely covered from head to toe, their booties and goggles built in to the suit.

The young lady who had met them at the entrance had also changed, she had a microphone built into her suit and introduced herself as “Tara Jones” and that she would be taking the tour, you could tell what a good figure she had even in her white suit and once more Tracey heard Brad make some cheeky remark.

“We are now entering the green zone, so please be extremely careful as we don’t want any accidents” she then continued the tour, pointing out the various processes and holding areas, they even passed along a corridor with one side made entirely of thick glass.

“We are now passing the quarantine area, you will notice that there is a tiled area and an observation area, if anyone comes in to contact with hazardous materials we have a very good system whereby the individual is decontaminated and if necessary quarantined, we run trials but thankfully our safety level is still 100%” said Tara as they moved along the corridor, “Any questions”
Immediately Brad stuck his hand up, “Miss, Miss Jones, could you tell us what would happen is someone was exposed to the chemicals and you put them in there?”

Tara was obviously quite uncomfortable talking about it, “Well young man” she began “If someone does have contact it’s not a very nice experience” then she shuddered slightly, “and I can tell you that from experience, every member of staff here has had to endure it so we know how to deal with an emergency”

“But what actually happens miss” grinned Brad, noticing her discomfort.

“Well if the warning alarm goes off you are immediately sealed into the chamber, then trained decontamination staff in special suits enter the chamber and carry out the decontamination process” she tried to move on.

“But what is the process Miss Jones” Wheedled Mary, clearly enjoying the young woman’s discomfort.

Realising they weren’t going to let up, Tara said “Well firstly you have to remove your contaminated overalls which are then incinerated”

“Does that mean your naked miss?” Giggled Mary

“Mary and Brad stop being so childish” warned Tracey, aware that poor Tara was obviously uncomfortable reliving her own experience.

“We’re just asking miss, my father told me I should always ask questions”

“Very well” said an exasperated Tara “Yes, you are naked, then the suited safety officers have to spray you entirely with anti- bacterial fluid which has to be scrubbed in over every inch of your body, you then have to be dried off and they will then scan your body, if you are then free of any traces, you are issued with a new suit and you can then leave, now let’s move on”

They continued the tour, Tracey trying to shepherd them along as they bunched up around the doorway, jostling and bumping, suddenly Brad shouted “Miss Jones, Miss Jones we have a problem”

Alarmed, Tracey turned to face him, their eyes meeting through the green tinted safety goggles, her alarm increased as she saw is evil smirk, at the same time aware of a sudden chill on her back.
Tara ran across to them “my god”, she shouted, looking at Tracey’s exposed back, somehow there was a large tear in her safety uniform. Tara’s eyes widened in shock, she looked sympathetically at Tracey and pressed a large red button on the wall and all hell broke loose, a red flashing light going off and a piercing alarm ringing out.

The students all looked on in alarm as two figures appeared, looking like astronauts in their special safety costumes, they grabbed Tracey by her arms and forcefully pulled her towards the thick glass door of the decontamination suite, the last thing Tracey saw, her mind reeling in panic, was brad smirking and high fiving Mary, a piece of white fabric in his hand, “the little bastard” thought Tracey as she was pulled into the bright white room, the thick wall of glass separating her from her students and Tara, who was glaring at Brad.

Tracey was stunned, she couldn’t believe they could be so evil, but quickly her thoughts turned to her own plight as the two ‘spacemen’ told her to stand still, then with a thickly gloved hand one of them unzipped Tracey’s uniform, quickly removing it and dumping it in a bin marked “hazardous”

Suddenly she was naked, through the thick glass Tracey could see twenty pairs of goggle covered eyes staring at her.

Automatically she tried to cover herself but was ordered to stand in the tiled area with her legs apart and arms outstretched, it was all happening so quickly, the lights still flashing and alarm still ringing, Tracey knew she just had to comply.

Tracey was mortified to be standing stark naked in front of her class, then she jumped in shock as one of the officers picked up a spray attachment and ordered her to stand still and close her eyes she was then sprayed with a fine mist of what smelt like detergent, cold and sticky, she was told to turn around and they continued to spray her with the foul smelling substance.

Satisfied that she was totally covered in the fluid one of the safety officers then approached with what looked like a stiff bristled floor brush and then began to roughly scrub Tracey’s exposed flesh, she was told to lift her breasts and was scrubbed underneath, worse still she had to endure the humiliation of widening her legs as she was scrubbed in between her legs, the bristles scratchy as they passed over her sensitive pussy and underneath.

Then worst of all she was told to bend over and part her buttocks, absolutely appalled as she suddenly realised her back was to the glass, they could see everything, every shameful moment as she was harshly scrubbed, the cold liquid stinging cruelly against her little puckered hole as they continued to make sure no inch of her was uncovered.

Tracey was still in shock as she was hauled up straight, then all of a sudden she was almost knocked over by the pressure of the water as she was hosed down, the freezing cold water causing her nipples to painfully harden as the water pummelled into her, she cringed as she looked through the glass, the pupils were in hysterics, laughing as the watched their teacher being absolutely humiliatingly scrubbed and hosed off like prize bull at the county showground.

Suddenly the water was switched off and Tracey was then blasted with hot air, her beautiful naked body buffeted by the hot air, her large breasts quivering as the force of the dryer pushed them around, her shaven pussy vibrating against the invading force of the blast, every detail being lapped up by her delighted pupils, Brad and Mary cheering the loudest.

When it was safe, Tara entered the quarantine area and gave Tracey a new safety suit, feeling sorry for the poor teacher and the indignities she had just had to suffer thanks to the two spoilt brats in her class, she had an idea how to even things up.

She helped Tracey out of the white tiled room, her students still giggling, openly discussing their teachers “fantastic boobs” and “pretty pussy”.

Tracey kept silent, she was too embarrassed to speak, then she jumped and her heart sank as the alarm went off again, the green lights flashing “please god, not me again” thought Tracey, who then got the shock of her life a new person appeared in one of the “spaceman” safety outfits and took hold of Mary and Brad, pulling them into the decontamination chamber and sealing the airtight door behind them.
“These two students were observed removing their face masks and exchanging a kiss, we have a serious problem as the toxin, if ingested can be even more dangerous” said the electronic voice emanating from the new space suited operative as the other two set about stripping off Mary and Brad’s safety suits.

The two students struggled and protested their innocence, but in a matter of moments their eighteen year old bodies were completely naked, for all their classmates and Tracey to see.

Brad and Mary were struggling to cover themselves, paraded naked in front of their friends, Tracey was shocked, how could they have been so silly? They knew not to expose themselves to the chemicals, now they were cowering naked behind the glass screen, their friends clearly not so loyal now as they laughed and cheered at the sight of the cheerleading captain and the quarter back desperately trying to cover their nudity. Brad was thick and semi-hard from his embarrassment and all the girls were staring intently, until they noticed that actually Mary was not so well-endowed up top, not even barely a B-cup and had obviously stuffed her bra for many years.

The operatives turned the jets of decontamination fluid on them, ordering them to stand as Tracey had only moments earlier, Mary was scarlet with embarrassment as she stood as ordered with her legs apart and arms stretched wide as she was sprayed, the cold liquid making her flinch, her tiny breasts quivering as she tried to turn away, Brad, his manhood exposed to the whole class was not quite such a big guy now as the cold fluid washed over him. This was a special liquid though, and before everyone's eyes, their pubic hair dissolved, and soon below their necks the two teens were completely bald.

“Unfortunately, due to the nature of the incident we have to ensure the patients are thoroughly decontaminated both inside as well as out”

They were then forced to open their mouths, spluttering helplessly as they were rinsed out, then the third operative knelt down in front of Mary and ordered her to part her legs further, tears welled in her eyes as she was told to squat further and hold her labia apart so the fluid could be sprayed inside, before being commanded to turn around and bend over and pull her buttocks apart, her classmates giggling as she debased herself, her pink little hole painfully stretched as the nozzle of the fluid spray apparatus was carefully inserted.

They moved on to Brad, his handsome face contorted with shame as he was made to pull back his foreskin, then jolting as the cold liquid was sprayed on such a sensitive place, before being made to follow Mary by bending over and opening himself to be cleansed internally.

The water jets were turned up and the stringent liquid was rinsed off, poor Mary then had to open herself once more as a tiny jet of water was jetted inside her, the operative seemed to be concentrating particularly on her unshielded pink open pussy, the powerful jet washing away the stinging fluid, then it became obvious that Mary was in trouble, forced to hold her pussy lips open she could do nothing to protect her modesty as the jet was sprayed inside her until her thighs began to quiver, her tummy heaving and her buttocks clenching before shaming herself completely, surrendering to the inevitable as an orgasm crashed through her, bucking her hips in front of the whole class as the water jet vibrated off her engorged clitoris.

Eventually they were both rinsed off and dried, their ordeal over, until the third operatives microphone sparked into life again. “We have carried out a thorough decontamination process and would hope that the two infected persons are now free of danger, however the only way we can be certain is to swab them for any remaining particles, this isn’t pleasant but I’m afraid it has to be done.

The space suited person then went to the back of the white room and took out a tray with a number of wires and tubes on it, Brad and Mary looked on in horror as the apparatus was being organized, Mary’s eyes widened in shock as she was told to open her mouth and a transparent tubular probe was inserted, it had wire trailing from it, leading to a monitor.

She was the told once more to adopt the same humiliating positions as before, a probe being inserted first of all deep inside her vagina before once again adopting the most humiliating position, bent over legs apart and forced to pull her own bottom cheeks apart, exposing her most private place to her friends, before groaning with shock and shame as the grease object was pushed unceremoniously deep inside her tight back passage.

Mary was told to remain still, wires trailing from her pussy, ass and mouth, tethering her to the monitor, her beautiful naked body looking like a puppet on a string, she glanced across to Brad who’s eyes teared up as he was ordered to open his mouth for the first probe before bending over and accepting his painful fate, before being told to straighten back up.

The operative the picked up the final probe and applied some lubricant to it, the operative’s mask was towards the glass window, facing Tracey, she gasped as she saw that it was Tara, the pretty lady who had been running the tour, she winked at Tracey before turning back to the hapless Brad who was told to part his legs a little farther, he squeezed his eyes shut tight as thee was a collective gasp amongst the onlookers as the thin transparent probe was slowly but firmly inserted up his urethral passage, a thin wire trailing him from the end of his penis, connecting him to a monitor
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