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."
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