Pirate's Treasure (nc, Rom)

The mainsail cracked like a whip as the ship heaved into the
wind. The gentle swell of the azure waters pitched the ship in a
gentle corkscrew motion, forcing Lisa to grab onto the shrouds to
stop herself from pitching into the hissing wash of the ship's
wake.

Sixteen years old and on the cusp of womanhood she looked a
picture with her fashionable ringlets (like her dear mama) and
her silk bodice, which clutched and pushed her sparse bosoms, as
if to accentuate their delicate charms. She had a catch in her
throat and she had to bite her knuckles to stop her excitement
showing as she saw the topsails of the pirate ship, hull down
over the horizon.

'A pirate! A real pirate. Just wait until I tell Emily, she'll
just die with envy,' she mused, eyes flashing in delight.

The fact that they might get caught and be murdered, or worse,
had never even occurred to her. She had faith in the ability of
the ship to outrun the pirate, a sentiment not shared by any of
the others on the vessel. It was old and it badly needed a refit
in dry dock. Barnacles and long trailers of weed clung
tenaciously to its battered hull. 

And it was slow - painfully slow.

The Captain tried his best, but within a couple of hours the
pirate vessel was within cannon range. The first ball raised a
huge waterspout just ahead of the vessel, the second took away a
spar. 

The battle itself was short and vicious, with no quarter given,
and soon the deck was slick with the blood of the merchantman's
crew. Finally it was over, with the remaining crew surrendering
to the overwhelming odds.

Lisa was forced to stand alongside the other women passengers, as
the Pirate Captain swung easily across the gap between the two
boats. He landed lightly on his toes and proceeded to inspect his
booty.
He was dressed in a billowing white shirt, gathered tightly
around his wrists and waist. His hair, unusually long, was tarred
into a long pigtail that hung down his neck like a snake. His
pearl white teeth gleamed in the nut brown of his face. 

Lisa thought he looked ever so dashing.

"A nice catch, bosun," he smirked as he grasped the chin of one
of the ladies between his finger and thumb and gazed at her
profile. She shook her head away and spat. 

"A little firecat," he laughed. "Don't worry, because that's the
way we like them. Ain't it, shipmates?"

A hearty cheer roared from his crew. They knew what that meant.
This one wasn't for ransom, she'd be fulfilling a more basic
need.

He walked along the line, slowly admiring the women he had
captured. Four in all, not counting Lisa. They were young and
attractive, the daughters of wealthy merchants in Bermuda who had
just done the season in London. No doubt they would prove to be
very popular amongst his crew. 

Finally he came to Lisa.

"Well, well, what have we got here, then?" he smiled at her.

She tilted her chin and looked away, like she'd seen the older
girl do.

"A little girl trying to be a woman, eh?"

"I'm not a little girl. I'm a grown up woman," she snapped, as
haughtily as she could.

Hands on hips, he roared with laughter. "A woman, eh?  We'll see
about that." He turned to his first mate. "Get them on board our
ship. Then take this barge to Scar Island."

With cries of "Get your hands off me!" and "Leave me alone!" the
women were hustled on board the pirate ship which soon peeled off
and ran before the wind.

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The air was rent with the cries of screaming women as their
clothes were torn bodily from them by the lusty sailors. 
Streamers of torn cloth carried in the wind, with pieces catching
on the rigging like brightly coloured bunting. Finally they all
huddled together naked, in the midst of the villainous crew, arms
covering breasts and crotches and shivering in trepidation.

The Captain indicated that he wanted to inspect them and so their
arms were wrenched behind them, leaving them exposed and
defenceless. Now each of the women looked down at the scarred
deck in fear and humiliation as he walked along the line, hefting
their breasts and occasionally tweaking a nipple.  Finally he
reached Lisa.

"Ah. The grown woman!" he mocked. "You don't look very grown up
now. You've hardly got any fur and your breasts are like
saucers."

She said nothing. She wasn't feeling as fearful as the other
woman, but she was very ashamed of her body. So she stayed
silent.

He stared at her for a long minute. Finally he seemed to make up
his mind.

"That one." He pointed to the pretty girl who had spat at him.
"She goes in the crew's quarters. These three are for the
officers.  And this one......"  he looked again at Lisa.
"....I've got something special planned for her."

Lisa watched dumbly as the women, including her older sister,
were hustled away, the girl, Suzanne, destined for the crew's
quarters, screaming and kicking in terror. 

The men just laughed.

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Lisa was tied in a tight spread, arms above her head, legs wide
open, completely at the mercy of anyone who cared to molest her.
The captain had been very specific in what the crew could and
couldn't do to her. She was not to be raped or penetrated. But
she could, indeed, should, be fondled and touched.

She was in the main corridor of the ship, just below the deck,
and a constant stream of men passed her by while carrying out
their duties. At the turn of the corridor she could see a large
group of men waiting in line. They were all sniggering and joking
as they waited for their turn between Suzanne's pretty thighs.

Occasionally Lisa caught a glimpse of Suzanne as the cabin door
opened to let out her last 'lover' and to admit a new one. She
was sitting in a hammock, that was the only way of describing it,
her ass was in the hammock and her arms were pulled above her
head and tied tightly. Her legs were spread wide and Lisa thought
she could see a slimy substance glistening  around her crotch and
oozing down the inside of her thighs.

At first her screams had been heart-rending and tearful, but now
they were reduced to mere whimpers and moans as she satisfied yet
another rampant erection. Already she must have been there for
four or five hours, but the line up of men never seemed to
decrease. 

The man who had just 'visited' Suzanne stopped in front of Lisa.
He was short and villainous looking, with pock-marked skin and a
mess of stained teeth. He smiled, a hideous, mocking grimace.

"Hello, little one. Do you want to feel good?"

"Please don't touch me," she whined. For hours they had been
rubbing and teasing her until she thought she was going out of
her mind. Now this one was going to do it again.

"Noooooo!" she groaned quietly, as his finger touched her between
her legs and started to lightly play with her bud and the outline
of her gash. No penetration, the Captain had said, and he was a
man to be feared. But anything else was fair game. 

Anything at all.

"I will teach you not to become a woman before your time," he had
told her as they strung her up. 

Already she could sense the feelings grow inside her as the
finger described small circles on the bud of her maidenhood.

"Ooooooh!" she moaned as he rubbed her forbidden area. Her mama
had warned her about touching herself there.  Now she knew why. 
Something this wonderful must be a sin and god would surely
strike her down.

He leaned down and took one of her tiny nipples in his mouth and
lightly toyed with it with his tongue.

"Hmmm!" she murmured, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth wide
open. "Aaaaaah!"

It was all too wonderful. She could feel sensations inside her
body that she had never felt before. Waves of pleasure washed
over her like the gentle surf of her Bermudan homeland. 

The pirate grinned. This one was hot. 

Lost in feelings she had never known before she squirmed at the
behest of the grubby fingers that were exploring her, teasing her
riches with overwhelming insistence. Higher and higher she flew.
Limbs shaking, muscles tensing and relaxing, her juices
delicately meandering down the softy creamy pillows of her
thighs.

"Uuuuur!" His other hand gently rubbed her body, tickling her,
tormenting her, heightening her senses as the pleasure
overwhelmed her.

"Damnation," said the Pirate suddenly. He'd gotten horny again.
He would have to join the line up for that little blonde harlot
again. 

He walked away leaving her stranded in the no man's land of
unsatiated lust, her body screaming for release.

Just as she started to come down from her sexual nirvana another
pirate stepped in front of her and the sexual teasing began
again.

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"Bring her to my cabin,"  ordered the Captain as he swept by.

Within seconds two knife swipes had severed the bonds that held
her hands. Lisa nearly fell but the crewman grabbed her arm and
whispered, "Steady, Miss.  Lean against the bulkhead until I
release your legs." Two more slashes and she was free for the
first time in hours.

Lisa stood shivering, both from humiliation and from unfulfilled
sexual cravings. They were so strong that they felt like they
were overpowering her senses. She quickly crossed herself and
exhorted the sacred virgin to intercede with the lord for
forgiveness from the sin that was undermining her resolve. That
forbidden area, deep between the junction of her thighs throbbed
and itched and she could feel the dampness which had settled on
her thighs. She touched herself and was momentarily rendered
breathless by the dizzying waves of passion that forged through
her.

"Oh," she murmured and quickly drew her hand away.

The crewman noticed her reactions and grinned. His cracked and
stained teeth reminded her of the old tombstones on the old
family graves in far off Devon. 

"I think someone needs a man's touch," he winked
conspiratorially.

Lisa blushed furiously and stared at the uneven wooden planking
of the deck, wishing that it would split open and plunge her into
the depths of the sea.

He took her arm and guided her past the door, behind which
Suzanne still toiled. As they drew level the door opened and Lisa
got her first full look at her fellow debutante. 

Suzanne looked awful.

Her hair was matted with sweat and her head lolled drunkenly. 
Her body was covered in red blotches that corresponded to the
rough hands of the numerous crewmen who had dallied between her
widespread legs that day. Her crotch was a glistening mass of
shifting slime which coagulated and dripped to the floor.

Lisa couldn't take her eyes off of her and the stare awakened a
sixth sense in the poor, over-used girl causing her head to rise
and her red rimmed eyes to stare at Lisa. For long seconds they
stared at each other, Lisa in shock and Suzanne in dumb
incomprehension. Then Suzanne croaked, "No more, please, no more.
Let me rest."

The next crewman in line laughed and pushed past Lisa as he
entered the cabin.

The last sight Lisa had of her was her eyes widening in fear as
the crewman did something at the front of his breeches. Lisa
couldn't see what he had done but Suzanne evidently could because
she started to struggle against the ropes, while her eyes widened
in horror at what the crewman was holding in his hand.

"Oh no. No. No. I can't take it. It's too big," the poor girl
cried.

Luckily the door was back-kicked closed by the crewman so Lisa
was spared the gory details. But she heard the ragged scream all
right as she was hustled down the corridor towards the Captain's
cabin.

The crewman knocked respectfully and flung open the door when the
resonant tones of the Captain had bade them entry. The crewman
ushered her in and closed the door behind her.

The Captain was standing gazing out of the stern windows. The
late afternoon sun silhouetted his body and Lisa felt a catch in
her throat as his lean torso was outlined through his billowing
shirt. They both stood in silence for long seconds before the
Captain whirled and looked at her.

"Ah-ha, it's the girl who wants to be a woman," he laughed, a
deep bellowing guffaw that seemed to bounce around the walls of
the cabin as if it was trying to find a way out. 

Lisa blushed and sought to cover up her breasts and groin as he
looked her up and down.

He strolled over to her and gently took her hands away and pulled
them to her sides. His touch, so forceful yet so gentle, caused a
ripple akin to ecstasy to shudder through her body. Beside him
she felt so weak and helpless and she closed her eyes and gulped
as she tried to imagine the fate that he had in store for her.

He lifted her chin with a strong, beefy paw and looked into her
eyes.

"My, my, my," he muttered  as he gently shook his head. "You are
a most extra-ordinarily good looking wench, my girl,"

Lisa's blush deepened but she felt her stomach flip flop
excitedly at what he had said. She was good looking, she thought
she was but now it had been confirmed and, despite her
predicament, she felt the thrill of discovery and confirmation
flow through her, like a fine wine.

"Thank you....sir," she whispered.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. The
side of her face was crushed against his barrel like chest as the
arms drew her into his overpowering embrace. She could hear his
heart pounding deep within him, a soft sonorous throb like a
distant funeral drum.

He reached down and kissed the top of her head. She squirmed
briefly but his grip was unrelenting as he started to dart kisses
on her hair. He let go with one hand and crushed a handful of her
hair then brought it up to his nose. It smelt of fresh, summer
meadows and flowered pastures and its innocent tang caused his
libido to slip its hawser and fall before the wind.

"Come," he grunted as he took her arm and propelled her towards
his cot.

She struggled briefly but he merely swept her up off her feet and
dropped her onto the coarse woollen blanket like she was a rag
doll. He dropped to the floor and, before she could recover her
senses, his mouth locked over hers. 

She tried to turn her head away but one of his hands fisted in
her hair as his mouth melded harshly over hers. She could feel
his tongue battening on her lips, trying to force an entry but
she kept her mouth resolutely shut. Then his hand grasped one of
her breasts and the exquisite shock caused her to gasp
involuntarily, which gave him the opening that he desired.

At first the darting tongue caused her to seize up in panic and
horror but then the feelings started again and she melted under
his onslaught. He felt her surrender and used his free hand to
unbuckle his breeches and push them down his stocky thighs.

Lisa lay floating on a cloud as the coarse fingers continued to
caress her breast as the tongue dipped and delved inside her oral
cavity. She was finding it hard to concentrate as the breakers of
her soaring lust beat mercilessly on the foreshores of her
resolution. So she was hardly aware of him shifting his position
until he started to force his knee between the silken softness of
her thighs.

Her eyes snapped open as his legs effortlessly forced hers apart.

"No, please sir, I am a maiden," she cried.

"Well it's got to happen some time, Your Ladyship, and it might
as well be now," he smirked.

She tried to push him away but his bulk was more than a match for
her puny strength.

She looked up at him. His lips were drawn back in a rictus of a
grin as he readied himself to deflower her. She sought hard for a
scrap of pity in his dark brown eyes but there was none. Instead
she found the same look that she had caught amongst the swains
that had courted her so assiduously during her season in London.

He pushed himself up on one hand as he used his other to scoot
her legs further apart.

It was at that point that she looked down and saw it.

She'd heard about them, of course. Many a breathless, giggling
gathering in the gloom of her dormitory had been called to
speculate endlessly on what they looked like and what they could
do.  Emily had seen her brother's once when he was peeing and so
she was the 'expert' on this matter which was considered to be of
vital importance to both her and to all her friends. Emily had
said that it was floppy and small and that he had had to hold it
or it would spray everywhere. They had all giggled and blushed
scarlet in happiness. But they all wondered, in the fastness of
their cots, on how it was supposed to fit inside their secret
places if it was so floppy that it had to be held.

The Captain's was anything but floppy. It looked hard and mean
and menacing as it bobbed between his legs. She could see the
ragged slit carved into the plum-coloured pulsating head and, to
her innocent mind, it looked both evil and deformed. A true tool
of the devil.

Suddenly a feeling of overwhelming horror overcame her and she
struggled to get away. One of her flailing hands caught his cheek
and drew a long ragged gash in it. The smile had gone from the
Captain's eyes now and in its place there was a feral look of
pure anger. He caught both of her hands in one of his and pulled
them up, away from her body and outs of harms way.

"It's too late, you stupid girl, " he snarled angrily as his
knees pushed against her thighs, widening her a fraction more.

"Please don't. Please don't," she intoned as he lined his weapon
up with the centre of her being.

She could feel the fat rubbery head sliding up and down on her
gash as it sought her entrance. Her befuddled mind suddenly
conjectured that one of them must be deformed because surely
nothing of that formidable size could possibly fit inside a hole
as small as hers.

The pressure of the head against her gash caused her to rear up,
but he used his free hand to push her down again as he slowly,
and with considerable effort, started to force an entry into her.
She gritted her teeth and whimpered as his massive weapon slowly,
but inexorably, bored its way inside her. Each push caused tears
to spring unbidden from her eyes.

Finally it came up against an obstacle and he stopped. He looked
down at her, savouring the look of terror and anguish in her
eyes, before he marshalled his strength for the final onslaught.

She let out a help pitched yelp and tried to squirm from under
him as he tore her maidenhead away.

"Please, sir!  Please, sir!  You're hurting me," she cried
breathlessly as he continued to batter his way inside her. She
could feel him as he relentlessly tore open her body with his
tool. She could feel every knot and wrinkle as he forged into
her. It seemed to be tearing her in half as it smashed through
the pitiful barriers of her body until, at last, it was buried
deep, oh so deep, within her.

He lay on her, his nose touching hers, while he rested
momentarily, enjoying the sensations that her tight young body
was evoking in him. A momentary flicker of amazement crossed her
delicate features when she realised that her body was capable of
accepting him. But it metamorphosed into a grimace of pain as he
started to withdraw.

Hope swelled in her bosom momentarily as he drew himself most of
the way out, again to be cruelly dashed as he rammed home again.
The pain flickered and surged like a fire in a gale as he started
to pound away at her. 

She struggled and twisted and turned and mewled as he
relentlessly drew himself in and out of her womanhood. She felt
that she was caught like parchment tossing in a wind as he
battered away at her body. He was overwhelming her senses and
tearing down the walls of her resistance until, at last, she sank
back in submission beneath him.

He grinned down at her when he saw her surrender, then he threw
his head back and started to batter her with even more terrifying
lunges.

Eventually his eyes closed tight and he grunted and moaned, a
long, low groan that seemed to be dredged out from his very soul.
His weapon had, if anything got harder and fatter as his moaning
increased and then she felt herself being filled with a sudden
warmth, deep down inside her belly. He had rammed himself deep,
then stopped as the spasms increased. Before, finally, dropping
on her like a suddenly becalmed sail, as his passion was subdued.

He lay on her for a few minutes while he got his breath back
then, suddenly, his eyes snapped open and stared into hers.

"You wanted to be a woman and now you are one," he laughed then
pulled himself free of her.

She sneaked a quick glance at his manhood as he tucked it back
into his breeches but it was but a mere shadow of its former
glory and, with a blinding clarity that is only visited on the
enlightened, she at last understood that what had eluded her for
so long in the solitude of her dormitory.
  
He did not leave her in her reverie for long for, as soon as he
was dressed, he yanked her up from the cot and hustled her along
the corridor towards the galley.

"Put this to work," he bawled at the cook before swinging on his
heel and disappearing down the corridor without even glancing at
her.

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The work itself wasn't hard, even though she wasn't used to
manual work of any kind.  All she had to do was to crush up the
ship's biscuits and mix the resultant bran with lemon juice. She
recoiled when she saw the mealy worms in the biscuits, but the
sharp crack of the cook's ladle across her naked buttocks soon
helped her to overcome her revulsion.

The cook seemed very fond of using a variety of implements to
snap smartly across her buttocks when he thought she wasn't
concentrating enough. His undoubted favourite though, was a bunch
of plaited ropes which he wielded to devastating effect whenever
he noticed her mind drifting away from the task in hand. A few
short sharp shocks would soon narrow her focus, he surmised.

This made things very difficult for her as her mind kept roaming
far away.  She pondered on what had happened to her this very
day. She had been turned from an innocent young maiden into a
ravished woman in the space of a few hours. It just didn't seem
possible that all her carefully laid plans had been laid asunder
by the single wanton act of a...a.... - she struggled to find the
right word - fiend!

As she thought of the arrogant way the captain had taken and
squandered her most precious gift in such an offhand and cavalier
way it made her blindingly angry. Her impotent rage bubbled in
her like a cauldron but she knew better than to let it spill out
into the open. 

She couldn't afford to.

Those ropes hurt!

Never mind the ones that were being swatted across her downy
bottom, there were others that added their own quota of
discomfort. Like the one that swooped between her legs bisecting
her sex harshly. It was tied in place by strange and intricate
knots that secured it to an equally tight rope around her waist.
Every time she moved the rope chaffed the delicate membranes
inside her violated passage. But worse, it rubbed across her
secret nub causing her to experience feelings so intense that she
nearly swooned. This lack of attention caused the cook to
lambaste her bottom which in turn caused her to move.......And so
the cycle continued until the meal was at last prepared.

Serving was worse, as she now had to endure the pinching and
fondling that the crew subjected her to. She wasn't on her own by
this time, however. Lady Jane Annersley, her eighteen year old
third cousin was dragged in soon after the crew were called to
mess. She looked hollow-eyed, pale and withdrawn. Seeing her
close to, Lisa could see why. There were bruises forming all over
her body and the apex of her thighs was a sticky morass. In
addition, to add to her burden of misery, there were angry red
handprints imprinted on her backside and across the upper reaches
of her thighs. It was obvious to even the most casual observer
that the girl had been used and used hard.

It took quite a few snatches of conversation before Lady Jane
opened up and confessed her tale. It appears that she was granted
as a boon to what would be, on a normal ship, the petty officers.
On brigantines such as this they were usually the men with the
fiercest dispositions and the largest fists, in addition to
other, more discretely covered appendages of a disproportionately
enhanced nature.

Whilst she may not have had to endure the quantity that Suzanne
had already endured, and indeed continued to endure, she made up
for it in intensity and casual brutality.

"Did you get those....er...feelings?" whispered Lisa when they
were both alone in the galley together.

Lady Jane looked owlishly at her but said nothing for a while.
Just as Lisa was turning away, her face burning, Lady Jane
answered in a hissing whisper, "Yes."

They were looking at each other and blushing furiously when the
cook entered. Both girls were wearing additional purpling stripes
as they made their way, wincing, back to serve the crewmen.

After the crew came the petty officers and Lady Jane whimpered.
Lisa caught her soft cry and commiserated silently with the older
girl. They were a coarse brutal bunch of men and just the thought
of having to satisfy the lusts of those, such as these, made she
shudder and cross herself.
As she cried inside for the cruel trick that fate had played on
them.

Again the pinching and teasing, but now it was under-laid with a
more thoughtful and bestial manner.  Lisa thought she had
descended as far into the pit as she ever thought she could go.
But there was worse to follow.

Once the long, rough table had been cleared the girls were
ushered into the messing area.  Lady Jane was crying.  She knew
what was going to happen. 

And she wasn't wrong.

Strong, gnarled hands grabbed her pliant flesh and manhandled her
onto the table. Her limbs were spread wide and Lisa blushed and
turned away when she happened to gaze upon her cousin's secret
places. The ones that were not so secret anymore.

Suddenly there was grumbling as the men gazed on the smeary
morass of the spread-eagled girl's crotch.  Evidently they had no
desire to sully themselves with their own semi-matted spendings.
As the debate swung to and fro the cook had an idea.

And so Lisa found herself being forced to clamber on to the
table, while the ropes played around her legs. 

"Put your head down there," urged the cook.

"No, please. That is sinful and dirty," she cried. The nuns that
ran her school had been very insistent on that fact.

Hands grabbed her and propelled her forward until her face was
level with the woman's crotch. Then her head was forced down and
she felt the ooze being plastered over her cheeks as they
manoeuvred her mouth towards the struggling woman's gash.

Lisa closed both her eyes and her mouth, tightly, as they pushed
her harder. Her nose was thrust into the wiry hair and the
overpowering smell of musk nearly caused her to vomit. She
struggled with her unseen assailants for a few seconds then she
felt the fires of hell burning her backside.

She screamed into her friend's crotch as the cat of nine tails
again slashed into her defenceless bottom.

"Open your mouth," shouted the cook as he again swung the tails
high.

Lisa was caught between two evils but in the end the firey sting
of the tails lashing at her forced her submission and she opened
her mouth.

"Kiss it," mumbled one of the men. Lisa hesitated and another
searing set of stripes were added to her body.

Her lips darted forward and started to peck at the puffy lips
that were the entrance to Lady Jane's cave.

Lady Jane squirmed and cried as the unwilling onslaught continued
on her body. But then, her cries mutated into moans and her
squirming took on a more sensuous air as the young girl's
ministrations broke down her meagre defences.

"Now use your tongue," the cook breathed into Lisa's ear.

Terrified of the lash, Lisa complied. At first the flat salty
liquid coupled with the tangy overlay of musk made her want to
retch, but she soon got used to it and was beginning to savour
the combinations of flavours that impinged on both the front and
the back of her tongue at once.

Lady Jane was now moaning loudly and her breathing was hoarse and
uneven. Her body bucked as she tried to force her crotch towards
the darting tip of the teenager's fluttering tongue.

The men had one by one let go as they watched the drama unfold
before them. Already mighty weapons were being unsheathed and
stroked assiduously as their owner's watched the small blond girl
pleasuring her darker, more voluptuous friend.

Suddenly Lady Jane cast her head back and screamed. Her hands
forced the hapless Lisa's mouth deeply inside the milky softness
of her thighs, then her thighs clenched closed. 

Lisa was trapped inside a warm, wet, writhing prison as Lady Jane
spent herself noisily and copiously.

Lady Jane's breathing seemed to stop and she crested the peak,
hanging there for long seconds, before dropping back, wallowing
in her sexual nirvana. Her strength left her and her thighs and
hands fell away releasing an obviously distressed Lisa from her
gaol. 

The men nodded approvingly at the fine job that Lisa had done on
cleaning up her friend's crotch. The slime that she hadn't
managed to lick off was now matted in her hair.

Just then the captain came in. He laughed and told the men to
carry on once he had taken in the import of the scene. He helped
Lisa down from the table and looked her up and down as one of the
assembled men started to climb between Lady Jane's thighs.

He told the cook to clean her up and bring her to his cabin.

She was being ushered up the steps when she heard the first
pitiful wailing coming from Lady Jane as she became re-acquainted
with one of the burgeoning yardarms that was eventually, before
the voyage was through, to lead her towards pregnancy.  

Lisa shivered and gasped as the water was cast over her. The
night was warm but the water seemed icy on her sweating skin. It
took three buckets of water and an energetic scrub with a
reluctantly lathering soap-bar before she was deemed fit enough
to grace the Captain's quarters.

The Captain was standing by his desk plotting his course when she
was ushered into the room. Her crotch rope has been removed and
so she stood damp and prettily pink before him. He glanced up at
her briefly before again studying his charts. 

Lisa stood there, feeling foolish, as she wondered what to do.
Her feet, unaccustomed to bare planking were aching horribly by
the time he eventually threw his dividers down and looked up at
her.

"Aren't you cold?" he enquired solicitously.

"No," she shivered.

A broad grin broke his darkly handsome face and his eyes twinkled
as he watched her shaking.

"If you're cold, climb into my cot," he smiled.

Lisa shook her head stubbornly.

He laughed again then shrugged.

Lisa turned her head away when he started to undress but her eyes
kept darting back to sneak peeks at him as he bared himself to
her. His torso, gleaming gold in the flickering light of the
lantern, looked lithe and animal-like. He reminded her of a large
cat, a tiger or a lion perhaps. She blushed when he pulled down
his breeches to reveal his manhood, but she couldn't tear her
eyes away.

He caught her gaze and postured, thrusting his hips forward
lewdly then dissolving into laughter. Lisa tossed her head and
flushed prettily as he climbed into the blankets on the narrow
cot.

Lisa looked around the room and then turned to him.

"Where am I going to sleep?"

He threw back the covers and bared his lean flanks to her again.
"You can sleep here."

She shook her head forcefully.

"Would you prefer to spend the night in the crew's quarters?" he
enquired mildly.

This time her head shaking was vehement.

"Then sleep on the floor," he said then rolled over and hunched
the blankets around himself. Soon his soft breathing announced
that he was at rest.

Lisa tried to lie down but immediately got a splinter in her
thigh from the rough planking. She tried to sleep in his chair
but the gentle sway of the ship kept causing her to slip out of
it to be rudely awakened in a tangle of limbs as she landed rump
first on the floor.

And so Lisa began her first night as a pirate slave.

***********************************************

The Captain's eyes slowly opened as he heard the patter of his
men's bare feet on the deck above. Instantly alert to danger he
listened intently for a few seconds until he heard the Bosun call
for a course change that necessitated a corresponding change in
the setting of the sails. He relaxed and then became aware of a
bare arm draped across him and a small body fitted, spoon-like, 
against his back.

Gently and careful not to wake her he eased the arm up so he
could turn over and look at her.

And so they lay entwined in each other's arms as she awoke.

At first her fuzzy eyes registered puzzlement but that quickly
turned to fear as comprehension started to flood through her
sleep-sodden brain. She tried to move away from him but he held
her effortlessly against him.

Her squirming started to arouse the lust in him again and he
started to harden. She felt it too and her struggling became more
pronounced as her little hands pounded fruitlessly on the broad
corrugations of his chest. He pulled her face towards his and
started to dip soft kisses on it. He was so gentle that she
relaxed slightly and her struggles died down. She tried to stop
his hand from sliding up and down her body but he brushed it
aside casually.

She moaned when his fingers imprisoned one of her nipples. The
moaning became soft whimpers and meaningless words as his mouth
sucked and his tongue fluttered against her nipples.

Fifteen minutes later her moans had crescendoed into screams of
pleasure as her first, deep penetration orgasm burst like the
seventh wave around her. 

The two crewmen on deck smiled and winked at each other as her
cries of lust echoed around the ship.

Lisa had just been to heaven.

***************************************************

The Royal Navy's tactics had been conceived and executed
exquisitely. 

The pirates had caught sight of the frigate around noon and had
run before it. The Captain was watching the topsail starting to
dip below the horizon when the grapeshot, from a second frigate,
smashed into his rigging.

His men were hampered by the fallen spars and tangled ropes as
the boarding party stormed aboard the ship. The pirates fought
like demons and the attackers were starting to yield when the
other frigate swung alongside and a swarm of sailors, cutlasses
jammed between tightly clenched teeth, clambered over the
boarding nets and flung themselves onto the blood slick deck.

After that the fight was over in short order.

A prize crew took charge of the pirate vessel while the crew,
including the wounded captain, were flung into the brig of the
command frigate, their chains rattling and their curses renting
the air.

The ladies were clothed in Midshipman's uniforms, the only barely
suitable clothing the vessels had on board.

And so they sailed to St. George's.

******************************************************

Lord Mayverly paced the floor, hands clasped behind his buttocks
as he awaited his future bride.

Lisa had been betrothed to him on her fourteenth birthday, much
against her wishes. He was the biggest landowner on the island
and he owned both the main sugar mill and the largest rum
distillery on the island and, as such could add both capital and
connections to Lisa's impoverished but well born family.

Now he was waiting for her impatiently.

He had gotten word from the despatch sloop that had surged ahead
of the frigates that were carrying the prisoners. He watched out
for the small flotilla and had at last spied the ships entering
the harbour from his mansion that commanded the heights
overlooking the bay. He had then ordered his servants to bring
her to him forthwith.

The door opened and his butler entered and coughed discretely.

"What is it, man?" Lord Mayverly snapped irritably.

"Lady Lisa is here, your Lordship."

"Well, show her in man, show her in."

"What the devil are you wearing?" he snorted as she was ushered
into the room. She hadn't had time to change her clothes before
she was whisked away by his Lordship's carriage.

"Sorry, Percy."

"Lord Percy," he sneered arrogantly.

"Sorry...Lord Percy," she taunted. Obviously her recent plight
hadn't beaten all the spirit out of her.

He went to raise his hand then seemed to think better of it. He
scooped up his decanter and poured a generous measure of rum into
his goblet. He took a deep draught then turned back to her.

"I merely asked what you were wearing and why!"

"I...er...lost my clothes on the ship and this was all the Navy
Captain could find for me to wear."

"Lost your clothes?" his face creased in concentration then a
look of disgust crossed his face. "D'yer mean that......" he
tailed off, the unasked question hovering in the air.

She looked at the floor and nodded.

"And the others?"

She nodded again.

"Good Lord," he exclaimed and took another slug of rum.

They stood in silence for what seemed like hours before he broke
the reverie by shouting for his butler.

"My Lord?"

"Take her ladyship to the bathing room and for God's sake, find
her something other than that to wear. The merchants will start
to believe that I have taken to entertaining young seamen if they
see her walking around like that."

"Very well my Lord," the butler made a gentle bow then ushered
her out of the room.

"Good Lord!" he heard as he closed the doors.

************************************************

The Island waited with bated breath to see if Lord Mayverly would
continue his suit with Lisa.

By now everybody knew the awful tale of what had happened to the
young ladies. Old maids tutted and looked pityingly and young
swains smiled broadly as they doffed their hats whenever one the
girls hove into view.

Lisa was installed in the East wing of Lord Mayverly's mansion
where she occupied her time reading and contemplating her life as
a pirate's strumpet. She was ruined and it would only be by the
good grace of Lord Mayverly that she could be partly purged of
her sin and only that if he were to carry on with the wedding.

He visited her on occasion but their conversations were stilted
and stiff. His main pre-occupation was what had happened to her
with the pirates. However the conversation started he would
always deftly conspire to turn it back to her ordeal and what the
other girls had suffered. At first she found it distasteful but
then her disgust turned to mild fear when she happened to glimpse
the look on his face as he forced her to recite the details.

"....And leave nothing out my dear," he'd simper.

The tales of the girls could not have been more different.
Suzanne and Lady Jane had had to endure endless rapes, whereas
the other two girls had escaped relatively lightly. Indeed Lisa's
sister had not been molested at all. She had been given to the
ship's surgeon but he was more in tune with a Port bottle and so
she had to sit and watch as he drank himself into a stupor. The
other girl went as the exclusive property of the first mate and
was thus spared the horror that Suzanne and Jane had been
embroiled in.

After a few weeks, with the storm about the girls showing no
signs of abating, the governor general, in consultation with the
girl's families, decided to send them to England.

Lisa was going to travel with them but, at the last minute, Lord
Mayverly intervened and it was decided that she should stay. Hope
was still being held out for the prospect of a wedding.

She was sitting in the drawing room a few days later when Lord
Mayverly strolled in. He poured himself his usual snifter of Rum
and dropped down into a deep wing-chair opposite her.

He draped his boots on the fender and cleared his throat.

"They're hanging them tomorrow," he stated casually.

Lisa's heart lurched into her throat.

"Who?" she tried to stay calm.

"Those damned pirates. I thought you'd be pleased to see them
go," he smirked.

She tossed her head but said nothing.

"I've arranged for us to go down and see them before they swing
from the yardarm."

"You have?" she enquired suspiciously.

"Be ready two hours before dawn," he snapped. He then dropped his
feet to the floor, stood up, looked briefly down on her, then
stormed out of the room calling for his hunter to be saddled.

Lisa sat and tried to piece together the patchwork of emotions
that were running through her. On the one hand she wanted to see
the beast swinging but on the other.........

*******************************************

It was quiet and still as they were ushered into the forbidden
depths of the dungeons of Fort St. George. The jailer rattled his
keys theatrically as he performed a sleight of hand with the half
sovereign that Lord Mayverly had proffered.

"I will stay with you.  They're in an ugly mood, Your Lordship."

He was just how she remembered him and her heart again lurched in
her breast as she gazed down on him as he sat against the wall,
one leg thrust forward and the other bent. One arm was draped
over his raised knee and his insolent grin again split his face.
If he was frightened of dying the next day then he didn't show
it.

"Which one perpetrated the deed?" Lord Mayverly barked at her.

Without thinking she pointed at the Captain.

"You unspeakable swine," spluttered the puce-faced Lord. "Stand
up when a Lord of the Realm addresses you."

The Pirate slowly rose then bowed ironically.

"Hanging is almost too good for you," said the Lord as he
advanced towards the grinning pirate, his hand raised.

>From that point on everything happened with dizzying speed. Lisa
was caught up in a whirl of bodies as the pirates dived onto the
hapless jailer while their Captain held the piece of sharpened
steel against the windpipe of the, by now, blustering Lord.

The jailer's keys were passed round and the irons dropped away.

The Captain ordered both the jailer and the Lord to be trussed
with the chains and gagged with rags.

The pirates slid out of the grounds of the jail, while a
struggling girl writhed in their iron grip and tried to find
purchase to bite the hand that was clenched over her mouth.

They took a sloop as it was the fastest ship in the harbour.

Before the sun slipped silently into the heavens, heralding a new
day, they were hull down over the horizon, hot in pursuit of the
merchantman carrying the other 4 girls.