Chapter 1
The Capture
      He scanned the horizon with his spyglass, catching the glint of the sun off a
distant object.  He fixed on it like a hungry cat seeking its prey.  “South by southwest
twenty degrees,” his commanding voice rose from the deck, the ship turning into the wind,
the spray shooting up from the bow as the sleek ship sliced through the pale blue water
with speed.  His adrenalin rushed through his veins from the thrill of the hunt.  “Man the
guns,” the sound of men rushing to their posts ringing throughout the ship.  Even though
it would be tomorrow before they would try to board her, it paid to be prepared, never
knowing if there were other ships around.
      Captain James Bonny had a feeling in his bones for days now.  There was a ship
nearby even though they couldn’t see it.  He was like a fisherman, able to sense where the
school of fish was.  After scanning the empty horizon for days, he finally found his prey.
 This would be their last one before heading back to Port Royal.  He hoped it would be
fruitful; the twenty days it would take to get back home would be much more enjoyable
knowing that they could spend lavishly on wine, women and song once they returned to port.
 Captain James loved his women and most loved him or at least, his money.  He wasn’t
handsome; too many sword fights had left scars on his face, but he had rugged features,
his skin tanned from years on the open waters.  A powerful figure, his large arms and legs
made many a man back away from a fight, his steely eyes warning off the weak or stupid.
      It would be dark before they got close to the ship, hoping that they could slip in
close just before dawn broke tomorrow.  “Slow down to five knots.”  The last thing he
wanted was to be spotted.  His crew only numbered forty, so the element of surprise was
necessary.
      The black ship skimmed along the waves, the bow rising up and falling rhythmically.
 She was fast, even when loaded.  Devil’s Girl was her name.  Just the sight of her coming
at you, the black sails billowing in the wind, was enough to set fear into the hearts of
the bravest of men.  Few could outrun her, though some tried and lost.  Devil’s Girl was
usually outgunned by the large Spanish ships, but he never tried to outshoot them.  He
would much rather silently sneak up on them and board when they were least expecting it.
      “Keep us out of sight, but I want to board her as the sun comes up.”  First Officer
Stede had been with Captain James for ten years now, and Captain James trusted Stede with
his life.  And Stede had come through countless times.  First Officer Stede was as ugly as
he was mean; just the right temperament to keep a band of cutthroat pirates under control.
 If he didn’t, it was a hanging or the plank for the both of them.
      “Aye, aye, Captain.  What is she?”  Stede inquired about their prey.
      “Spanish by her flag.  Bigger than us, but that never stopped us before.  By next
month you’ll be sitting in the Fiery Inferno with a wench on your lap and grog in your
hand.”  In port they lived upstairs from the Fiery Inferno, the largest pub on the island,
spending the nights downstairs until they were too drunk or took a woman up to their
rooms.
      “We’ll be ready, Captain.  The men are hungry for action.  Nothing worse for a
pirate than to lie around and do nothing.”  He hoped for some girls on the ship. 
Something to keep the men busy on the way home.  It had been a while since they had female
companionship.
      “Keep me posted; I’m going below.”  Captain James went to his cabin but not before
he walked the ship.  He wanted to make sure his men were ready and hungry for action.  He
finally got to his cabin after twenty minutes, sure that they were as ready as they could
be.  He knew that if they failed it would be the hangman’s noose for him and his crew. 
The Spanish had a bounty on all of them.  A high bounty on him for they wanted him badly. 
He had sunk and ransacked too many Spanish ships.
      He took off his shirt, sprawling out on his bunk.  He never worried before an
attack, his steely nerves and boldness knew no bounds.  He could feel the ship slowing
down the closer they got to their prey, the rocking now just a gentle sway.
* * *
      The night was pitch black, the moonless sky making it easier for them to surprise
the Spanish ship.  The ship was lit brightly as if it were trying to ward off any enemies,
not attract them.  Devil’s Girl was silent, slowly making her way closer to the Spanish
ship Fenix.  The men lined the port side, their cutlasses drawn and ready.  Grappling
hooks hung from ropes as the men waited for the Captain’s word to attack.  Captain James
looked, only two feet between the Devil’s Girl and the Fenix.  “Attack.”  The noise was
overpowering as the men leapt onto the Fenix, yelling and shouting, hoping to make it
sound like their force was superior in number.
      The fight was over quickly, the pirates adroit at surprise.  They had caught the
lookouts sleeping, probably bored with looking at the dark horizon for so long,
comfortable in knowing that no one would attack one of the King of Spain’s ships.  They
failed to recognize the veracity of Captain James Bonny.  His hatred for the Spanish was
undeniable; their ship in his waters was just too much to pass up.  Even outnumbered in
men and guns, his pirates fought with a savageness that surprised the sailors, some of
them jumping overboard rather than fighting the pirates.  In less than ten minutes, the
blood of the Spanish sailors was flowing freely over the deck, the dark wood now stained
bright red from the blood of the sailors that stood and fought.
      Captain James cleaned his cutlass on the dead body of a Spanish officer.  He wiped
the sweat from his brow, looking at the small wound on his upper arm, barely bleeding now.
 The silence was almost deafening after the fierce battle.  “Clean up this mess.”
      His men began to throw the bodies overboard; the water splashing as they hit the
water almost continuously.  Final count, seventy five sailors and five officers killed. 
Not bad for a crew of pirates that numbered only forty.  Ten of his men were killed or
severely wounded.  Port Royal in Jamaica would be their next stop.  There they would sell
the treasures from this ship, and the men would have a chance to spend their plunder on
wine and women.  A long rest while Captain James Bonny would resupply the ship with arms,
provisions and men; his legendary prowess on the high sea would lure many eager to join
his crew.
      The search of the ship began in earnest now; the bodies disposed of, the ship quiet
as a church, the eerie silence marred only by the waves lapping at the side of the ship. 
“Keep an eye on the horizon.  I don’t want any surprises.”  This was the time they were
the most vulnerable.  Their diminished numbers were spread between two ships, unable to
defend either one.
      “Aye, aye, Sir.”  Stede monitored the rest of the men on the deck, their eyes
peeled to the horizon to make sure no other ship might sneak up on them.
      Captain James led the search party below the decks, a group of ten men with their
knives out, quarters below ship too close for their cutlasses.  They raided the Captain’s
quarters first, finding a safe left carelessly open filled with jewels and gold.  “Clean
it out,” his men filling the blue velvet bags with the treasures.  He took some of the
charts, always looking for accurate maps of the ocean, especially areas where the Spanish
sailed.  They crept along the corridors finally getting to the galley.  It would supply
them with the rations needed to get back to Port Royal; they rarely had meat, wine or even
fresh fruit.  “Get a crew to start hauling this aboard Devil’s Girl,” the sailor scurrying
up to the deck to bring a party down to haul away the spoils.
      They moved lower into the hull of the ship, into the living quarters, the Spanish
sailors having little in the way of belongings to steal.  The door at the end of the
corridor opened up into a long hallway, the officers’ quarters.  Captain James stood
quiet, the sound of whispering from the other end of the hall stopping them.
      “It sounds like women,” one of the sailors whispered.
      “Maybe our luck has changed for the better,” Captain James said quietly.  “We will
have some nice farmers’ daughters to warm our beds on the way home and make some money
selling them in the slave market.”  Once they returned to Port Royal, captured women were
quickly dispatched to the slave market, many sold to serve out the rest of their lives in
whorehouses, servicing those that wished to pay for the pleasure that their pussies,
mouths and assholes would provide.  He hoped they were young daughters instead of wives,
virgins instead of mothers.  His men would enjoy the ravishment of the girls, coercing
them with the whip to perform whatever perversion his men could think of, each girl having
to take on the whole crew in a continuous orgy.  When the pirates tired of waiting their
turns, they would take the girl at the same time, all of her orifices filled with the
raging, hard cocks of lustful pirates.
      Captain James would get his pick of the lot, keeping her in his cabin to service
his carnal needs, a locker filled with various toys and instruments that he had picked up
around the world to use on the lovely flesh of a female.  Some were made to tease and
arouse; others to enforce submission.
* * *
      Stefani read the invitation over and over, the gold leaf proudly proclaiming the
message.  Princess Stefani of Spain is betrothed to Lord Francisco Diego, the marriage to
take place in the colony of Virginia in America.  It was an arranged marriage, Stefani
having no choice in the matter, Francisco twenty years her senior.  She didn’t love him,
barely able to stomach him, but she knew her place and did as her King wished.  A virgin,
Stefani’s imagination was her only solace.  She yearned for a strong man to sweep her off
her feet, bedding her down, introducing her to the pleasures of the flesh.  She didn’t see
any of that in Francisco.  He treated her almost like a porcelain doll, placing her in a
display case for all to see but not to touch.  Not that she would have let him touch her. 
Not yet; not until they were wed and she had no choice.  She didn’t look forward to their
honeymoon; the thought of Francisco putting his cock inside her, rutting away while she
suffered the indignations made her almost wish the ship would sail slower.
      Stefani had been sick for the first week since setting sail, finally getting used
to the constant movement of the ship, able to go up on the desk, her handmaidens following
dutifully behind.  It was quite a spectacle, Princess Stefani and eight handmaidens all
dressed formally, long dresses trailing on the wet deck, the sea spray making their naked
bosoms glisten, but they all held their head up high, the hardships of the ocean voyage
barely registering on their faces.
      Captain Fernandez bowed to the Princess.  “Glad you are feeling better, Princess
Stefani.”  His cock strained his tight trousers, the sight of all that lovely flesh
exciting him.  It was hard to have women on his ship for such an extended trip, especially
royalty.  It was difficult to keep his men in line, taunted as the half-naked breasts
paraded while the men worked, skirts pulled tightly over plump asses.  And for Captain
Fernandez, it was worse; his cabin was next to Princess Stefani’s.  He was sure that he
could hear her breathing at night; his cock hard as he imagined her lying in the bunk, her
hands between her legs pleasuring herself.  He masturbated every night since leaving port,
his mind obsessed with the lovely Princess that was on the other side of the thin wall.
      “Thank you, Captain Fernandez.”  She looked at him, an imposing figure in his
uniform, muscles rippling beneath the sleeves of his shirt.  Now this was a man that she
would let ravish her in spite of his age.  Strong and virile, yet a gentleman.  She could
almost feel his hands around her waist, drawing her close to him until she felt the
unmistakable bulge against her.  She couldn’t contain her gaze, looking down to see the
bulge in his tight trousers, looking back up to see him staring at her, catching her
indiscretion.  She could feel the blush covering her body.
      Did she really look down and gaze at my cock?  He stared into her green eyes, her
blush giving her away.  His cock jerked in his trousers as he stared at the deep cleavage,
wet from the morning sea spray, a gold cross dangling between the deep divide drawing his
eyes to them so boldly.  Are those her nipples hardening beneath her corset, or is it just
wishful thinking?  “The sea air seems to have rejuvenated you, Princess Stefani.”
      She felt an unfamiliar rush of wetness between her legs, her mind confused. 
“Yesss,” the word forced out of her mouth.  “Let’s go ladies,” trying to get away from the
man that aroused her in a way she never felt before.
      Captain Fernandez chuckled to himself as the smell of perfume passed him by, the
bustle of skirts drawn tightly over pert asses swaying seductively in his parting view. 
He winked at Gretchen, the red-haired handmaiden, as she passed.
      Gretchen smiled at the Captain, her hips swaying back and forth as she felt his
eyes burning on her bottom as she passed.  All of the handmaidens had to be virgins to
serve the Princess, but Gretchen would surely give up her innocence to him.  All he had to
do was ask, and she would willingly spread her legs for him.
* * *
      Stefani found it by accident, a light shining from behind the shelf over her bed. 
She moved the books aside to find a small hole, not bigger than her little finger.  She
knelt on her bed, putting her head against the wall, one eye squinting as she peered into
the blackness.  It couldn’t be!  The hole went all the way through the wall into Captain
Fernandez’s cabin.  Across the room was his bunk.  She quickly put the books back,
covering up the hole.
* * *
      She lay in her bed, the blanket pushed to the side.  Her hands slid down her legs,
pulling the edge of the nightgown up her thighs, feeling the familiar tingling between her
legs just as she always did when she masturbated.  She neatly tucked her nightgown above
her waist, her hand running down over the front of her silk underwear.  She could feel her
mound beneath it, her fingers beginning their daily ritual, sliding up and down her slit
until it spread beneath her pressing finger.  She jumped up, scared when she heard the
slam of a door, afraid that someone had walked into her room and caught her in this
compromising position.  She closed her legs, sitting up in bed, finally realizing that it
was next door.  Her room was dark, the partial moon barely letting in any light through
the porthole.  She shouldn’t do it, her mind racing, but her curiosity got the better of
her.  Or her arousal that made her do it.  She quietly and carefully moved the books,
surprised when the light from the Captain’s cabin shone through.  She hoped her cabin was
dark enough so he couldn’t see her.  She pressed her eye against the wall, peering into
the brightly lit cabin.  Captain Fernandez was sitting at his desk writing in a book, the
Captain’s log she suspected.  His shirt lay on his bed, his hairy chest naked, the muscles
in his arms looked as though they were rippling up and down from the simple task of
writing.
      She stared at him, her head pressed tightly against the wall, her hand sliding down
the front of her undergarments, her hand sliding in and finding her pussy wet.  Not only
wet but drenched.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as her finger slid up and down
her slit.  She had never felt this way before, her body trembling.  It was a while before
he put his log away, standing up, Stefani moving back from the hole as if he could see
her.  She moved closer to peer again, Captain Fernandez with his back to her.  He was
undressing, Stefani’s arousal increasing.  Will I see his cock?  Stefani had never seen a
real man’s cock.  Yes, she had seen them when she visited her married friends, but they
were babies and very young boys.  She saw the Captain’s trousers slide down his legs, his
firm buttocks clenching tightly beneath his undergarments as he bent over to take off his
trousers.  She gasped when he turned around, the front of his undergarments straining, a
giant cock pushing out the front obscenely.  She couldn’t believe how big it was.  She
thought it only got hard when aroused.  It looked like it was as big as a baby’s arm.  Her
fingers flew faster between her legs as he got into bed.  She thought he would turn out
his lantern, but he surprised her.
      He lay back in his bunk, his hand sliding down to glide over the thick bulge caused
by his cock.  He was masturbating!  His hand slid inside his undergarments; she could see
it moving up and down.  Stefani began to rub her pleasure button, her hand in unison with
Captain Fernandez’s.  She had to cover her mouth as she gasped in shock.  He took it out
of his underpants, the shaft massive.  She couldn’t believe it, looking like a crown on
the top, a dark red crown.  His hand slid up and down the shaft, making it stand up
looking like another arm or leg.  How could a woman take something that massive inside
her?  Stefani had delicately probed her pussy, a small finger feeling too big.  She would
never be able to accommodate such a monster.  But she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.
      For ten minutes they both mutually masturbated, finally Captain Fernandez cumming,
Stefani’s eyes glued to the head of the monster, jets of ropey white fluids shooting out
in a graceful arc to land almost at his feet.  She came with him, her body jerking in
pleasure, feeling such incredible tremors in her body like nothing before.  By the time
they were both finished, their hands were wet with their pleasure.  Stefani slept the best
she ever had that night, waking up with her hand in her undergarments; thoughts of Captain
Fernandez making Stefani masturbate his cock until he spilled his juices all over her
hand.
* * *
      The pirates crept quietly toward the doors, each one picking one of the four closed
doors, their large knives at the ready, their hands on the door handle as Captain James
counted.  At the count of three they burst into the rooms, screaming at the top of their
lungs, hoping to scare anyone inside.
      Princess Stefani and her handmaidens had hidden below deck when the fighting
started, shivering in fear as they heard the screaming and yelling on the deck.  Things
turned quiet quickly, their eyes staring out the portholes as body after body was tossed
overboard, the bloodied faces of the ship’s crew passing before them as they were dumped
into their watery graves.  Severed heads bobbed in the water before finally sinking from
sight, some of the girls vomiting in disgust.
      “AAAWWWWHHH, YEEEEHHH,” the pirates screaming loudly as they broke through the
doors.
      The girls were startled by the pirates bursting into their rooms, somehow hoping
that they would be safe down here.  They shrieked in terror as the pirates burst into the
rooms, savages for sure; sharp, glistening knives waved in the girls’ faces.
      The pirates forced the girls into the narrow hallway, the girls jabbering in
Spanish to each other as the men laughed at the distress that shone on their faces.  A
total of nine girls.  Not farmers’ daughters, not even farmers’ wives.  These were
different; they seemed to be handmaidens for a Lady, a Spanish noblewoman.  Captain James
looked at them until he found her.  While the other girls had a frightened look on their
faces, she stood proudly as if she were still in command, her haughty look staring at him
in defiance.
      Captain James couldn’t believe how they were dressed.  They were all dressed
regally, as if they were about to attend a formal ball, clothes out of place on a ship in
the open sea.  Their long dresses dragged on the floor of the hallway, completely covering
their legs, but the fabric of the dresses clung to their asses, molding the taut flesh
into pert mounds that begging to be touched.  What drew Captain James’ attention were the
bodices of the dresses.  Eighteen pert, white breasts stood proudly, partially revealed by
the dress, pushed up by unseen garments that seemed to thrust them into the eyes of the
onlookers, tips almost sharp enough to poke your eye out if you could get that close.
      Large cocks bulged in the trousers of the pirates, none harder or longer than
Captain James’, who was known for his sexual prowess.  And his prowess extended to the
mastery of the female flesh that had the misfortune to be captured by his crew and thrown
into his bed.  For the next twenty days the ship would ring with the cries of begging,
sobbing and screaming as the girls endured their ravishment by the pirates, forced to
indulge the pirates’ most perverse acts, all with the express purpose of making their
cocks hard.  Each girl would be forced to watch as her friends were fucked one by one,
cruelly and harshly in public view, their virginity taken without regard to their comfort.
 And not just their vaginas.  But their mouths forced to suck more cocks in a day than
most girls would in a lifetime.  And the final degradation:  sodomized while her friends
watched, large cocks filling her most intimate hole in a perverted act.
      For those that refused, the punishments were harsh and swift:  stripped, bound and
whipped.  If that still didn’t loosen the virtues of the girls, the pirates had tools from
the Orient and Africa that would be used on their tender bodies that would make them sing
for their captors, willing to do anything.
      “Take them topside.  Bind their arms behind their backs; you don’t want to find a
knife in your gut.  Search the rooms; see what kind of treasure these beauties are
hiding.”  Captain James wanted to board Devil’s Girl as soon as possible and get out of
here with his booty.
      The men were eager to jump on the girls, pulling their arms behind their backs,
metal cuffs used to secure them, the metal clanging noisily as it was tightened on their
thin wrists.  Stede nuzzled up against the redhead, pulling her arms hard behind her back,
gazing over her shoulder to ogle her milky white tits.  “Not too tight I hope,” Stede
snapping the cuffs on her slim wrists, his hands running up her bound arms as she
trembled.
      “Don’t you dare touch me you illiterate pirate.  Don’t you know who I am?  I am
Princess Stefani of Spain.  You will find yourself on the end of a hangman’s noose if you
touch me.”  Stefani thrust up tall, defiant to the men as she struggled to prevent them
from cuffing her.  She pushed one of the pirates away from her, not caring that he was
carrying a knife.  No one touched a Spanish princess.  No one!
      “I’ll take care of her,” Captain James responded as he moved toward her.  She was a
real prize.  Defiant, with a body that was made to be bedded down.  She would make a nice
fuck.  Not a submissive girl that would lay there and let him fuck her, but one that would
fight back.  Captain James would enjoy her squirming body beneath him.
      “It’s about time there was a gentleman amongst you.  I presume you are the Captain
of these ruffians.”  Stefani turned toward him just in time to see his hand swing, hitting
her squarely on the side of her face, her head spinning to the left harshly, almost losing
her balance as she struggled to stay on her feet.  She saw stars in her eyes as she
wavered.
      “M’Lady,” one of the girls rushed over to her, pulling away from the pirate that
was trying to hold her, grabbing the Princess to keep her from falling to the ground.  She
acted as if she was the head handmaiden, the others not as eager to cross the pirates.
      “Grab the little bitch,” Captain James demanded, his crew dragging her over to the
side.  She was good looking but not as enticing as the Princess.  All of them except this
lady couldn’t be more than eighteen, the Captain hoping they were all virgins.  Their
bosoms heaved, the bodices of their dresses pushing their tits up, sharp, naked cleavage
highlighted with a fine piece of jewelry that drew ones eyes to the firm flesh.  His cock
hardened at the freckles on the bosom of the redhead, the thought of his cock plunging
between the legs of a girl with red pubic hair always was a secret fantasy of his.  He
imagined her with dark nipples and areolas highlighting the white, freckled skin as she
thrashed beneath him, his hard cock fucking her mercilessly.
      Princess Stefani looked at the Captain as she rubbed her burning cheek.  He seemed
to be civilized, his speech that of an English gentleman.  Maybe there was a gentleman in
there somewhere.  The Captain was a bit more handsome than the rest of his crew, but he
was still repulsive.  Unwashed, his face covered with a scraggly beard that looked like it
would scrape the paint off of a ship.  His face was rugged and tanned, long years on the
sea in the sun and salt air making his skin as tough as leather.  His body was muscular;
his arms almost as big as Stefani’s legs, muscles pushing out the shirt that clung to his
sweating body.  She blushed when she looked down, hoping he didn’t catch her stare as she
saw the large bulge in his trousers, the material clinging to the large shaft that seemed
to be as long and hard as a log.
      She saw the large knife in his hand, afraid of him, already seeing him slice the
head off the Captain of her ship with a sword with a single swipe of the blade before they
rushed off to cower below deck.  Princess Stefani was almost sick as the blood shot out of
the cut arteries, mixing on the deck of the ship with the blood of the rest of the crew. 
The Captain almost seemed to smile as he did it.  She ran below deck, hiding with her
handmaidens until the pirates had found them.  She feared for the safety of her girls,
knowing that pirates often ravished women taken from a ship and then whisked them off to
an unknown place, rumors of being sold as sexual slaves.  Her only hope was to charm him,
a task that she was particularly adept at, able to make the noblemen beg at her feet.  An
uneducated scoundrel should be easy.
      He stood in front of her, his knife brandished before her.  But she was fearless. 
“Don’t you dare touch me again you heathen.  I am betrothed to Lord Diego and to be
married as soon as I arrive in the new land.”  Her voice was adamant.  “If you take me to
Virginia, I am sure Lord Diego would pay you a handsome sum for my safe passage.  You
speak like a gentleman; I only pray you will treat my girls and I as a gentleman would.” 
She hoped he would take the bait, sure that once on land, he would be arrested and thrown
in chains for the rest of his life.  Pirates were the scum of the water, preying upon the
weak.
      Captain James didn’t even reply to her offer.  He swung again; Stefani didn’t even
see the flat of his hand as it swung; this time the other side of her face receiving the
powerful blow.  The redhead cried out again for her mistress, Stefani trying to maintain
her balance as she saw stars before her eyes.  She staggered; her regal presence
diminished greatly by his cruelty.  Tears welled up in her eyes, Stefani trying to hold in
the need to cry, wishing instead to maintain her elegance, her body stretching up tall
again, her defiant eyes staring back at him.
      “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.  Or would you rather that I slap
you around some more?  I’m beginning to enjoy it,” his crew laughing with Captain James as
he taunted her.
      “I will temporarily surrender to your cruelty,” turning her back to him, crossing
her wrists behind her.  She felt the utter helplessness of the situation when his large
hands placed the cold iron bracelets on her wrists, wrists that were used to wearing gold
and precious stones.  She felt him tighten them until she moaned in pain, knowing he was
doing it on purpose, cruelly testing her.  She felt him press up against her backside,
Stefani trying to move away, but he pressed her up against the wall, pushing her body into
the wood while he ground his hips into her ass.
      He whispered into her ear so no one else would hear.  “Can you feel my hard cock on
your lovely ass?  It is yearning to be buried in your sweet pussy.”  He saw her blush in
shame, unable to escape his lower body from grinding his cock on her ass.
      “Take them aboard Devil’s Girl, including this one.  I want them unspoiled.  We
will have a party with them as soon as are underway and clear of here.  We have twenty
days to indulge our fantasies with these lovely beauties.  To teach them all the
perversities of the world.  I hope they will be uncooperative; it has been a while since I
was able to skin a naked female with my whip.”  His hand roamed sensuously over Stefani’s
ass, feeling her try to jerk away from his intimate touch.  “This one will require some
punishment before she will learn.  I have so many lovely instruments to use on the tender
and intimate parts of her body.  The pain will make her scream nicely.  My cock will enjoy
fucking this one, training her virgin body to pleasure me.”  Captain James felt the soft
buttocks rubbing against his cock, pushing her bound hands out of the way so he could
masturbate his cock on her firm ass cheeks.
      She knew she was in trouble, all of them, but she hid it, a stone-faced expression
in place.  He smelled; obviously pirates didn’t bathe; a repulsive creature not worthy of
her body.  And his cock was so big as it pressed into her ass, feeling it jerk, knowing
that he loved her humiliation as she suffered the degradation of him humping her like a
dog in heat.  She would find a way out of this, refusing to submit to him and would fight
his advances with every ounce of her strength.  She would certainly not let a pirate take
her precious virginity without a fight.
      The pirates quickly led them off; some of them eager to get their hands on the
lovely titties that were so eloquently exposed by the low bodices of the dresses. 
Unspoiled meant no fucking, not no molesting.  Captain James expected his men to humiliate
the girls in front of everyone, enjoying the way they would cringe when they were openly
fondled.  They would soon learn to obey, punishments meted out after they were stripped
naked, their bodies spread open in the bright sunlight on the deck, a wide assortment of
gear on the deck that would serve to keep them bound securely and exposed obscenely.
      All eyes were on the nine girls as they were led away, their wrist cuffs clanging
noisily as they shuffled along the deck.  The pirates played with some of them, lifting
their arms up in back, forcing them to bend over until their breasts would almost spill
out of the lavish bodices of their dresses, another pirate forcing their heads up to allow
the men to ogle the lovely white flesh.  One began to cry when a pirate’s hand stroked
across her silky white skin of her upper breast as she was forced to face forward,
commenting on how large her breasts were.
      “Look at these lovely tits, so plump and firm.  Just like a ripe cantaloupe,” he
teased the young girl, his hands molding her naked flesh.  “These were made to be suckled
and licked, just like a baby would do.”  He moved closer to her, seeing the humiliation on
her face as she turned red, the others staring at her.  He whispered in her ear, “I’m
going to put my hard cock between those lovely orbs and fuck them until I cum on your
face.  Then I’m going to make you lick my cum off your face.  I hope you fight me; I would
love to whip your lovely body, starting with your titties.  My whip will make them bounce
around so nicely as you cry out in pain,” he roared, laughing so hard.
      “You leave her alone,” Stefani shouted out, not being able to stand the way the
girl was being treated.
      First Officer Stede moved behind Stefani.  He was ugly, not in the traditional way,
but many years at sea and sword fights had left his face weathered and scarred; his lip
cut permanently into a scowl that frightened most women.  That is why he enjoyed the job
so much.  Except for the Captain, he had first pick of the women.  He would take the
youngest and the prettiest.  He enjoyed the terror on their faces as he slowly stripped
them in front of all of the sailors, sure that this was the first time any man had seen
them naked, their humiliation etched in their faces.  They screamed when he took out his
cock and showed what was going to ravage their body and take their virginity.  He had the
largest cock among the men; over nine inches with a large bend in it.  Even the whores in
Port Royal wouldn’t let him fuck them unless he got them very drunk.  The bend made his
cock drag along inside their pussy, forced to spread wider inside than the girth of his
cock would normally require.  After the first time they felt his cock, they would do
anything to avoid it, the captured girls not having any choice but to submit to him.
      Even when he finished taking their virginity, he was not finished with them.  No,
they would soon be forced to take his large cock in their backsides; their screams would
ring out over the desolate ocean as he painfully sodomized them, stretching their anal
rings as he fucked them.  Most would be unconscious by the time he came inside them, only
waking up to taste the soiled, cum-covered cock of the First Officer in their mouths,
forced to clean it before he would release them.  They would always remember his crooked
cock, willing to do anything to avoid it again.
      They dragged the girls over to the Devil’s Girl.  Stede stopped the Princess so he
could push against Stefani, slowly grinding against her ass, feeling like he would cum any
second if he continued.  “Let’s tie the bitches over here.  Put their lovely asses up on
display for the men.  Let the men see what awaits their pleasure.”
      The men eagerly dragged the girls over to the small deckhouse.  It was about three
feet above the deck, a convenient height to display the girls.  They pulled the girls up
onto the platform, many of them fighting, the bondage of their arms making their
struggling futile.  Stede stood behind Stefani, his body pressed up against her.  “Crouch
down, my little bitch,” pushing down on her shoulders until she began to bend her knees to
crouch down.  “All the way down,” he ordered her.  The other men followed his lead, nine
lovely girls forced into a crouching position, their arms bound behind their backs.  The
First Officer grabbed two ropes and moved behind Stefani, bending down so he could do his
work.  “Hold still,” his hands reaching under her, Stefani screaming in protest as his
hands slid under her ass.
      “What are you doing?” Stefani huffed as she shouted at him.  She felt his hands
slide under her ass, her bound arms keeping her from stopping the indignity.  She shook
her shoulders back and forth, unable to stop him no matter how much she struggled.
      “I like the way it makes your titties dance,” Stede shouted out in glee as he
watched her half-naked breasts sway, the bodice of her dress pushing up her firm globes. 
He wanted to make sure everyone heard him.
      She suddenly stopped, unable to prevent him from sliding his hands under her skirts
until she felt the harsh ropes touching her tender skin.  She squirmed as his hands
fumbled to tie the ropes around her thighs, back under to tie to her lower leg, pinning
her in the crouching position.  Her ankles already began to ache, balancing precariously,
afraid of falling over and smashing her face into the deck.  “NNNNOO,” she screamed as his
hands continued to run over her naked legs, not even able to move now, pinned to the deck
in a squat position.
      “Such smooth, silky skin.  Just like a baby,” Stede whispered in her ear as he
caressed her skin.  “Not like my harsh skin,” he continued, feeling her squirming.  He
moved higher up her leg, Stefani pushing back trying to escape.  “You’re not going
anywhere, my little pet.  I know just the thing for you.”  He pulled his hands from
underneath her skirt.
      The other pirates had secured the other girls, nine pretty young girls all bound
tightly in a crouched position, their legs thrust out in front of them.  Stede gave each
of the pirates another length of rope, making a noose in the one he held.  He tied the
rope high above her head to the beam, letting the noose dangle in front of her.
      “NO!  NO!”  She was scared now, certain that he would hang her.  She squirmed as
the First Officer moved in front of her.
      He lowered the rope around her head, sliding it down, pulling her hair up to get
the rope underneath until it was around her neck.  He tightened the rope, seeing the
scared look on her face as the rope began to press up against her throat.  The other girls
were all suffering the same fate, screams from their lips as they first saw the ropes
dangling in front of their face.  “Not too tight, is it?”  He teased Stefani as he yanked
on the rope rather harshly.  He pulled the other end until Stefani’s body was stretched
up, her bound legs preventing her from moving any higher.  “Now don’t fall over or you’ll
hang yourself.  And it will be a slow death.  Imagine choking for five minutes until you
finally pass out, never to wake up again.”  He roared with laughter.  “But I’ll not fuck
you, M’ Lady.  You are the Captain’s.  No, I want that cute little redhead over there.”
      Gretchen cringed when she heard his comment, seeing him moving toward her.  He was
old and ugly.  And she could smell him from yards away.  The thought of him taking her
sexually was just too much to comprehend, and she began to sob.  Gretchen tried to move
only to feel the noose tighten on her neck, her legs already beginning to cramp from the
bondage that kept her crouching down on the deck.  She kept her knees together, protecting
her innocence from the pirates.
      Stede went behind the redhead, his hands on her slim waist.  “What’s your name,
wench?”
      She trembled.  She could barely talk, scared of this cruel, ugly man.  “Gretchen.”
      “I haven’t fucked a redhead in a long time, Gretchen,” he whispered in her ear. 
“I’ll love your white skin and freckles on your naked body.  Soon you will be mine.”  He
let his hands roam down over her hips, feeling her trying to squirm away from his touch. 
“Hold real still or you’ll choke to death,” he warned her, his hands sliding underneath
her ass.  She jumped at his intimate touch, the ropes keeping her from moving more than an
inch.
      His hands were taking liberties with Gretchen’s body that a lady would never allow;
his large hands grasping her twin cheeks and squeezing them as if they were fruit to be
tested for ripeness; her gasps of indignation doing little to stop the rude handling of
her body.  He whispered foul talk into her ear, telling her of the things he would do to
her body, the perversions he would force her to perform in front of others as he continued
molesting her with his hands.
      He needed to feel her flesh, the material of the dress too thick to get a good feel
of her body.  He had work to finish up, stripping the ship of its cargo, but he had a
minute to tease himself with her body.  His hands slowly pulled her dress up in back,
inching along her legs.  His hands finally found the edge of her dress and slipped
underneath, her body jerking, a gasp from her lips as she felt his rough hands on her
silky skin.  “Never had a real man touch you, bitch?” he taunted Gretchen.  His hands
touched the naked hips that were presented to him.  She squirmed beneath his touch as he
fondled her naked skin, feeling the silky underpants that covered her treasures from his
touch; tiny bows on the sides the only thing keeping her treasures from his hands.
      Gretchen’s skin crawled from his touch; his hands roaming so intimately over her
naked hips as if he were her lover.  The first touch was electric, the bondage allowing
only token resistance; his hands exploring her body at will.  She cringed in shame as his
hands moved back to cup her bottom, her thin panties her only protection.  His large hands
easily molded her cheeks, his powerful grip tightening and clenching on her skin as she
tightened her muscles.  Gretchen’s only hope was that they would be rescued before he had
his way with her, the thought of this foul pirate taking her precious virginity
unthinkable, allowing the others to watch the unspeakable act too humiliating to even
consider.  “NO!  NO!” Gretchen cried out in indignation as his fingers roamed, one fat
finger sliding between her tightly clenched cheeks, searching out the most intimate parts
of her body.