The vintage single masted sloop, with only a single jib still hoisted, silently glided astern of the 40-foot yacht that was half her size. The sloop's Captain, wearing red breeches without a shirt to cover his sinuous tanned torso, stood at the bow in the full moon's light. His bare toes curled over the edge of the gunwales like a second set of hands. He waited a moment and then silently waved his arm to signal his crew to strike the sail and toss the fenders over the side just as the ships gently brushed. Without a word, the sloop's crew scrambled to secure the two ships together. As the Captain bounded effortlessly to mid-ship, six shirtless men, glistening in the moonlight, waited for their order to go.

"You get the three on the foredeck and I'll find the other one below," the Captain said in a loud whisper with hand signals for clarification.

"Aye, aye, Captain," whispered the six men, nearly as one.

The Captain watched as his seasoned pirates silently swarmed the yacht's fantail moving toward its bow. Bathing suits and towels were draped over the gunwales where they had been removed earlier that evening, in full sight of the decadent pirate crew that had waited impatiently on the horizon for this moment. The Captain licked his lips in anticipation knowing that the redhead, the youngest of the group, had slipped down below when the three, obviously mature women on the foredeck, started drinking and intertwining their naked bodies as the sun set.

The Captain smiled and nodded his head as he approached the cabin door. They were prime candidates that would make fine sport in preparation and bring a good price at the market, but the redhead would bring a premium. He wondered how quickly this young redhead would learn; no doubt, he would enjoy finding out.

Slowly the Captain stepped down into the luxurious cabin. He peered around to make sure no one else was onboard before he crossed to the forward sleeping cabin. As he opened the door, a commotion erupted above on the foredeck and the young woman, who was lying in her bunk naked with her hand between her spread legs, gaped at him.

"Well, now that looks promising," the Captain said with a wide grin as he quickly moved into the cabin and closed the door.

The redhead screamed and grabbed a sheet to cover her nakedness. "Go away. Get out of here. Take anything you want, just leave me alone."

"Aw but you look like you could use some help with that and besides, you are what I want."

As the Captain moved in to grab the redhead she began kicking and screaming. Quickly he wrapped her legs in the sheet that was twisting with her struggle and then leaned his shoulder heavily into her abdomen. Years of experience told him that when the wind was out of their sails, their fight disappeared too. He adeptly reached around and grabbed one of her flailing wrists and then turned and grabbed her other wrist as she tried to scratch him, pinning them both above her head and then shifted to straddle her weakening body.

"Now, my lovely, we can do this one of two ways. We can do it the easy way, or we can do it my way. Either way, you're what I came for. Now which is it going to be?"

The Captain smiled his most charming smile as he watched the redhead; her hazel eyes wild, hissing through her clenched teeth and her arms still straining to get free. The Captain waited a minute more for the redhead to relax, but when she didn't, his grin disappeared. "That's what they usually say." He quickly moved both the young woman's wrists to his one sinewy hand and reached down to unbuckle his belt.

"No, no, no, please don't. Don't hurt me," begged the redhead as she began crying.

The Captain quickly pulled his belt free and secured both her wrists and then rolled her over, pulled her bound wrists back behind her head and pushed the end of his belt between her legs. He then turned her back over and sat her on the bunk. He pulled the kerchief from around his neck and firmly gagged her.

"Best get used to not speaking unless you're spoken to. Slaves mouths aren't wasted on words," the Captain whispered in her ear. Satisfied with the gag, he pulled on the belt, pulling the redhead from the bunk. With the pirate's belt pressing hard into her tenders she had no choice but to follow. The position of her arms, pulled back behind her head, displayed her conquered body. Tears ran down her face, splashing onto her protruding breasts before dancing off her tight nipples.

"I see that your body already betrays you. See how it begs for attention?" He reached out and tweaked her rosy nipples. He watched with satisfaction as she quivered in response. "I do so like the look of a woman who presents herself so nicely, reminds me of many a fair maidenhead. I think you'll have the privilege of being our first this voyage." With one hand firmly pulling the belt, the Captain dragged the redhead up on deck.

The three women from the foredeck, each bound and gagged in the same manner as the redhead, stood captive, two of them whimpering. The three pirates who each held a prize, bantered lewd comments and suggestions about what they were going to do with the women.

"All right gentlemen, I see you've made your choices. Take the slaves back to the Seductive Lady and secure them on deck. We'll give them their orders and mark them properly once we're underway." The Captain turned as the other three pirates returned to the aft of the yacht with several medium sized bags over their shoulders. "Did you get their purses, the liquor and all the valuables?"

"Aye, Captain," they all replied at once.

"Good then set the yacht on a Nor'-east heading at about two knots and let her go. There's a nasty storm brewing out there that will shatter her in no time and then no one will come looking for our tasty morsels." The Captain leaned over and licked the breast of the redhead. The men all laughed as she quivered with a squeal. "Let's be on our way. Business before pleasure."

The three pirates carrying the loot nodded and one handed his bags to the other two before turning toward the wheelhouse of the yacht.

"Hey Captain, look," said the pirate holding the next to last woman waiting to cross, the only one who wasn't whimpering. "She's one of ours."

The Captain tugged his redhead over to take a closer look at the older woman. There on the side of her breast almost under her arm was a tattoo the size of a silver dollar; a red rose chained to a pair of crossed cutlasses and a number below it.

"Aye, so she is." He grabbed her face roughly and turned it back and forth. "Ah, I remember you. I told Screech you'd be nothing but trouble. I'm sure he'll be glad to have you back. Stow her with the rest of them. She obviously needs to be reminded of the rules."

"Aye, Captain."

As the Captain watched the last woman and pirate cross onto the sloop, he tugged the redhead forward to the gangplank and moved her hands down in front of her, pulling the belt back through her tenders. "Now walk," he said as he pushed her forward. The redhead started walking forward slowly. She paused in the middle of the gangplank and then suddenly threw herself into the narrow space of black sea between the boats. The Captain tried to stop her but the belt slipped through his hands. He crossed his arms and stood there shaking his head and laughing as he watched the redhead surface, coughing and sputtering around her soaked gag. The rest of the crew came to the side of the ship and peered into the water. As the redhead turned on her back and pushed away from the sloop, she spat the gag half way out of her mouth and started kicking away. The Captain called out, "Oh, no, you don't," and dove in after her. The redhead kicked furiously trying to get away and when her would-be captor grabbed her ankle, she began kicking at his face. The crew called and cheered as the Captain and the redhead wrestled in the water. The Captain took a heel on the cheek before he managed to pull his captive's ankle up, dunking the redhead. He held her there until her fight subsided and then dragged her back to the side of the sloop where the crew had lowered a rope. He ran the rope through her tenders and then looped the rope around itself and tightly under the woman's arms so that she couldn't slip away again.

As the Captain cinched the rope tight and tucked the gag back in, he said, "Hang on or we'll leave you in the middle of the ocean for shark bait."

Still sputtering around her dripping gag, the redhead reluctantly complied. She cried out when the coarse rope bit into her tenders as she was hoisted from the cold water. The Captain watched a moment to make sure she wasn't going to get away again and then quickly pulled himself hand over hand up another rope waiting nearby.

The deck was illuminated by red lights as the Captain helped drag the redhead on board and allowed her to collapse harshly onto the deck. He watched her as she lay there coughing and then rolled her to her back with his foot and stood over her with a grin. "You have a lot of spunk. I'll enjoy tormenting it out of you." He reached down and grabbed the rope that was cinched around her breasts and through her tender slit and hoisted her to her feet. She cried out as the rope bit into her flesh and stood to spare herself further pain. The Captain secured the coarse rope and moved her over with the other three women who watched with worried looks.

"Are we ready to be underway?"

"Aye Captain, Harry was just waiting for you to be done your sport before he sent the yacht on its way," the sailor grinned.

"Fine, tell him to set her adrift and once he's on board, bring us about, bearing 220. Have Chas install the maidenhead bulwark. I have an anxious candidate here." Both men smiled at each other and then looked back at the redhead.

"Park, bring me the bag with their purses. Let's see who we've got here," the Captain called. He waited and watched as his crew started calling out instructions to each other. He nodded with satisfaction as the Seductive Lady gently parted from the yacht and began turning to port. Park appeared at the Captain's side holding three purses and a large wallet.

The Captain picked up the wallet first. "Let me guess. This must belong to our runaway." He opened it and pulled out the driver's license from the clear plastic slot and held it up into the red lantern light. "Cheryl Carns, brown hair, green eyes, 142 lbs. Birthday puts you at ... almost 41. Screech always said you were a handful." The Captain went up to the glaring woman and grabbed her breast. "Screech must have had small hands." The other three attendant pirates laughed. "Cork, you're gonna be busy retraining this one, but I'm sure Screech will pay well to have his chance at this one again."

"Aye, Captain. And a pleasure it'll be."

The Captain turned back and picked up a small black purse and pulled the wallet out before dropping the purse on the deck.

"Ah, and the winner is Naomi Yama, black hair, brown eyes and 32, if my math is right." He looked the beautiful Asian woman up and down admiring her flat stomach, perfectly trimmed bush and perfect C sized breasts accentuated by large dark nipples. The Captain nodded his approval.

"She has a definite exotic look. Good choice Roger. The Doe- eyes say she'll train easily too. Next," called the Captain as Park handed him a small red-crescent shaped purse. "Wow, we have a heavy one here. Wonder what she's packing?" he said as he reached in. He withdrew his hand and presented a pair of handcuffs. "My, my, my, what have we here?" He dangled them high enough for the whole crew to see. Cat calls and whistles ensued amid the shouts that directed the ship's progress. "Well, which one of us is the lucky one that gets the slave that comes with her own accessories?" The Captain dropped them into Park's waiting hand before fishing into the red purse again. This time he fished out a small .38 caliber revolver by the trigger guard. "Oh, my Will. I think it must be yours and she looks like she means business. Mine looks too young to play with such dangerous toys." He then spun it on his finger several times before tossing it high over his shoulder into the rushing sea. "We don't want dangerous play toys around. Someone might get hurt." He then went into the purse for the last time and produced a small folding black wallet. He opened it and whistled as he showed the gold Police badge around to the crew. "Will, you're the real winner. Looks like you've got yourself an honest to goodness Detective. Ms. Jacquelyn Scoppa, brown eyes, black hair and," he reached out and caressed her B-sized breast, "beautiful brown skin for a nearly 30 year old. She'll be a handful, Will. You can see the fire in her eyes with just a touch of fear. Are you sure you're up to this?"

"Aye Captain, I love a challenge."

"Good man, Will. So that leaves me with my little mermaid here." The Captain turned to the redhead who was now shivering as she stood dripping on the deck. He took a leather fringed purse from Park, flipped it open and pulled out the wallet. He pulled her license out and dropped the wallet on the deck. "Ahh, how perfectly named, Angela Lissett. Doesn't she look like an angel, boys?" Catcalls and 'ayes' abounded. "Says here she's a true redhead, not like we couldn't tell already," the Captain pulled gently at Angela's red pubic hair that peeked around the coarse rope, "with green eyes, a nicely rounded 126 lbs. and it seems my 'Angel' is celebrating her birthday tomorrow, just a mere 22 years of innocence. Well maybe not all that innocent, given the fact I found her petting her lonely pussy in the cabin. I'll have to make sure the crew gets an opportunity to give my Angel a proper birthday present." The Captain grinned widely at Angela before continuing. He relished the look of fear that crossed her face and the way she squirmed uncomfortably at the prospect of being handled by the crew. He took one more look at her, enjoying the look of her hard nipples crowning her D-sized breasts that were pulled slightly up by the rope wrapped around her.

"Ladies, welcome aboard the Seductive Lady. You are now the property of the man who brought you on board. You will address him and only him as Master. Your bodies will be taught to beg for the delicious appetites of sex and learn to fulfill every desire of a man. It is possible that once you are properly trained, your Master may choose to sell you at the Annual Market three months from now or you may be kept for personal use. You have lost all privilege to privacy or modesty. During your training, you will never be left alone. When your Master cannot attend you, you will be assigned to a Keeper. You will address him as Keeper. You will obey your Master, your Keeper and me, the Captain. Disobedience is not tolerated. Punishment will be swift, severe and public. If you are continually disobedient and non-compliant for your Master or any assigned Keeper, your Master has the right to dispose of you overboard, anytime he chooses. If you understand these rules, kneel down now."

The Captain folded his arms across his chest and stood back to watch. The women looked at each other for a minute. Naomi was the first to kneel and Cheryl hesitantly followed, but Jacquelyn stood tall and looked at Angela and shook her head. Angela looked nervously between Jacquelyn and the Captain.

Suddenly Will yanked backward on the leather belt that led from Jacquelyn's captive hands, at the same time he forced her forward at the neck. Jacquelyn suddenly fell forward onto the deck with her naked buttocks in the air. Will pulled hard on the belt as he repeatedly slapped her vulnerable backside with a large black paddle. Naomi and Cheryl were roughly yanked out of the way as Angela dropped to her knees. The rough rope bit into Angela's skin as the Captain's slippery wet foot pressed her flat onto the deck, facing Jacquelyn

Jacquelyn screamed in pain from behind her gag, trying hard to escape from her exposed position, but her Master, didn't relent. He kept a rapid measured rhythm until both Jacquelyn's buttocks were scarlet and welted as she lay submissively sobbing.

Angela gasped for air beneath the Captain's foot and lay perfectly still watching Jacquelyn reluctantly submit.

"Now, Slave, the Captain told you to kneel. Now, KNEEL." Will emphasized his final command with a brutal slap and firmly pulled her by her hair to a kneeling position.

The Captain lifted his foot from Angela's back. "Now, that you've seen the punishment, are you going to obey?" he asked as he allowed the coarse rope to slacken in Angela's love slit. Angela gasped for air but slowly pushed herself up and sat back on her heels.

"Good. Now that everyone understands the rules, let's get settled in. We'll mark them tomorrow when there's more light. Cookie, when's chow?"

"At two bells, Sir."

"That should give sufficient time to get our cargo stowed."

"Anything special tonight?"

"Seems our new cargo comes with an extensive wine selection. So we're breakin' out the good stuff."

"Fine. Remember we'll need four dog bowls." Cookie nodded and headed back down into the galley, followed by three of the new slaves and their masters. "Now, my young slave, you have another misbehavior to pay for. I don't appreciate my favorite red breeches getting wet. Since you're so anxious to be in the water, we're going put you where you'll get to see plenty of it." The Captain lifted Angela by her ropes, ignoring the groans of pain and walked her toward the bow. "Normally for crimes against the Captain you'd be tied to the bowsprit or keelhauled, but since that is usually a sentence of death, we've decided to make you our maidenhead for the next 24 hours. At that point, we'll decide what to do with you."

Without further discussion, Park and the Captain removed the rough rope from Angela and pulled her hands back over her head and behind a large wooden post so that her breasts protruded forward. Leather straps were attached to each of her ankles and a leather waist harness was fitted around her with two leather straps that when cinched tight, spread Angela's already painful love slit. A short piece of round timber was placed behind her shoulders and then her waist harness and feet were secured tightly to the post. Her body arched painfully, leaving her breasts and abused slit exposed for public inspection. Finally, her gag was removed and a strap was placed across her forehead, securing her head to the post.

"Please, Sir, I'm sorry for your breeches. I was just scared. Please let me go. I promise I'll be good."

"Oh, I know you'll be good, because you're not going anywhere," said the Captain as he ran his hands over her prominent breasts and slipped his middle finger into her tender folds. "Okay, she's ready to go," he continued as he signaled for Park and another sailor to hoist the post and set it into a hole, tilting the post slightly forward so that Angela was suspended just slightly above the Captain's head, but still accessible to roaming hands. As they finished up, the ship's bell rang twice.

"Dinner time, Captain."

"Aye, that it is," replied the Captain and then buried his face into Angela's exposed slit. She cried out as he nibbled at her tender folds and sucked her erect clitoris into his eager mouth while Park fondled her breasts. After a minute, the two men then switched places.

"Park, I think that's enough for now, let's go. The watch can keep the vultures away from her before we send the rest of the crew up to wish her an early happy birthday."

Angela's involuntary panting slowed and dissolved into a new round of sobbing; her body was stretched and exposed as the ship's new maidenhead. Furious at her helplessness, she screamed at them to let her down and pleaded with anyone she hoped was listening to allow her another chance to prove she could be obedient, but no one came near her. She screamed into the empty darkness until her voice was totally hoarse and then she silently sobbed out the last of her fury. As the ship gained speed and the wind grew in strength, the sloop rose and fell on the ocean swells splashing Angela with salt water. It stung her eyes and made her mouth dry and parched. Exhausted from her fury and from the strain of the stretched position, Angela drifted into unconsciousness; disturbed only by choking on the cold splashes of water.