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by Victoria Vale


  Captain Mountjoy pulled her forward by her elbow, and Evangeline, stumbling, had to turn her face forward again, though she kept her eyes to the deck. There, by the light of the lanterns hanging from the masts, she saw that the pirates had placed two small barrels side by side, and that the captain was drawing her towards the one on the left, while the feet of the crew had formed a tight semi-circle around them, as if to make a little amphitheatre.

  "Scarty," the captain said, arresting Evangeline's progress just in front of the barrel, while Philip did the same, to the right, with Mary. "You ran that marine through, in the Bay of Biscay. You shall strip this one. Grendon—you took a ball in your leg, in that fight, and did not complain. You strip the maid."

  A man with a bare chest and very broad shoulders stepped forward towards Evangeline, and another one, limping a little, moved towards Mary. The maid cried out, and tried to pull away from Philip's grasp, but the first mate held her tightly. For her part, Evangeline trembled as Scarty approached, but she did not try to escape Captain Mounjoy's grasp upon her arm.

  The pirate looked into the face of the earl's daughter, a smile of superiority on his black-bearded lips that she found difficult to bear. Somewhere inside she knew that this meanest of robbers did own a worth above her noble one, for he sailed as a free member of Royal Anne's crew, and she had been brought aboard to serve the pirates' shameful pleasures.

  Scarty put out enormous hands, and took her young breasts into them. Evangeline whimpered as his thumbs rubbed her tiny nipples.

  "I see someone already cut your stays, slut," he murmured, looking down at the little hillocks he caressed with such lewd freedom. "Grendon, how are the other one's titties? Are they nice and firm like these? I don't wonder the captain shot his load on her face."

  Evangeline's eyes darted over to Mary. Philip had the maid's wrists confined behind her so that Grendon could play with her breasts just as Scarty played with Evangeline's.

  "They're nice," Grendon confirmed in a low, devilish voice. "Oh, they're nice."

  On Philip's face, for just an instant, Evangeline thought she could see a cunning, evaluating look, as he glanced over at the captain, whom the earl's daughter could not see behind her back. The expression came and went in the blink of an eye, but it gave her a little confidence in his wish, at least, to spare them as much of this horrid ordeal as he could.

  A harsh voice rang out from the darkness that had now gathered just beyond the lantern-light, as the sun slipped fully below the horizon in what seemed to Evangeline a limitless sea.

  "Strip them, you dogs. We all want a chance at those titties."

  "And at their little cunts and arse-holes!" called another man, whose leering face Evangeline could just make out at the edge of the yellow illumination. Her own face burned hotter than the lantern flame as he met her eyes boldly and lasciviously, adding as if to the earl's daughter alone, "We're going to make sure you don't walk right for a week, pretty young misses."

  Evangeline took a gasping breath, turning again to Philip before remembering that it was the captain to whom she should look and quickly swiveling her face over her opposite shoulder, hoping Mountjoy would think she had simply forgotten where he stood. The need, which Philip had conveyed in his cunning deference to his commander, to let Captain Mountjoy spare the girls of his own accord and without urging, pressed itself acutely on her consciousness.

  "Lads," the captain called, "these girls' cunts and arses shan't be broken in tonight."

  "What?" cried several of the men, so evidently indignant at the thought of sparing Evangeline's cunny and bottom from their hardness that she would have thrown herself in the sea with shame if they did not hold her tightly.

  "Philip here is of the opinion," Mountjoy explained, "that these girls are so randy we can make them beg to suck every prick upon this ship. I wish to make trial of it, and I wish to wager any of you who will take the bet."

  Raucous laughter broke out, and Evangeline found she could not look at anything but the planks of the deck, dark in the light of the flickering torches, as all the while the pirate's hands fondled her little breasts. The sensation, together with the pirates' words about her, made Evangeline feel faint with fear and shame and the wanton pleasure she wished she could resist.

  "What, we are to bet against ourselves?" one man called. "She shall certainly beg for my cock!"

  "Aye, Mulroy," Philip called, "I am sure she will, since it is so small and easy to suck."

  The laughter at this jest seemed to swell beyond all bounds. Evangeline looked up to see only one pirate with an expression not of mirth but of anger. The scar upon his cheek made her heart jump with fear. Philip, however, to her relief evidently wished to mollify the man.

  "Wager against your crewmates, Mulroy," he said in an easy, consolatory tone. "For the captain to win the bet, both girls must beg to have the seed of every man in their mouths before…"

  This part of the scheme had not been worked out, Evangeline realized, and her heart swelled with gratitude to Philip despite the terrible circumstances as his mind worked to save her and Mary from the worst of the pirates' shameful desires.

  "Before dawn," the captain said. "Either way, they will go below at the end of the watch, and they will stay on the gundeck as is our custom, until your pricks have gone wherever you wish to put them!"

  Evangeline felt her brow crumple, and she worked without success to stifle a little cry as the pirates cheered this terrible decree. Her eyes went to the barrel two paces in front of her, where they meant to put her now for flogging, and then to the hatch leading below — where it seemed she would soon enough go, despite Philip's attempts, for the use of the whole crew.

  "Very well, captain," Mulroy said. "I shall take your bet. I can't imagine the little whore begging for Scarty's tool in her mouth, even if she must soon have him in her arse."

  More laughter greeted this comment, even from Scarty himself.

  "Put them over the barrels, then," Philip ordered, "and take their clothes away. Perhaps we can persuade them to suck you with the cat across their rumps."

  Evangeline cried out as she felt herself drawn by the hands of five or six pirates towards the cask in front of her, and she heard Mary make a similar noise of alarm next to her, though she could not see her maid through the crowd of leering men bent on conveying both of them to the place of punishment.

  They made her kneel in front of the barrel and then they drew her arms out so she must lie over it. They tied her wrists to the bottom of a metal post fixed into the wood of the deck, and Evangeline wondered how many girls before her had undergone the same terrible ritual, been fastened to the same post.

  "The skirts!" Scarty shouted. "Let's get the skirts up, lads, and see the arses!"

  Evangeline felt her gown and her petticoats, and finally her chemise lifted as if by many hands at once, and her cheeks burned to know that so many masculine eyes could see all the intimate charms that her governess had told her would belong to her husband one day. At the same time, to her distress, the notion of the pirates gazing upon her bottom and between her thighs, for hands had parted her knees widely, too, made a shameful fire run through those parts.

  "Look at that," said a voice that she thought she recognized as Mulroy's. "Mistress and maid don't look too different, do they lads? Scarty and Grendon, let's see those arseholes, as well. We may have to wait to break them in, but I'm going to give it to them all the harder for the delay."

  Evangeline meant to keep herself from crying out, but when she felt Scarty's rough hands parting her bottom, and sensed the cool air moving in a place where it should not move, she could not help it. She said, "No! Please!" but to her horror the syllables came out thickly, as if perhaps she did not mean the no.

  "Get a close look, captain," Grendon said. "You shall judge, and not Mulroy, if these holes are the same on a maid as on a lady."

  "Test them with your finger, too, captain," Mulroy said, as if wishing to make sure the crew though
t him loyal to the captain. "A man can learn a good deal about a girl that way."

  "The maid isn't a maid," she heard the captain say, as Mary gave forth a piteous, low moan. "Norris and I heard all about it last night. The cunt feels tight on my finger, though. Let's see the mistress', then. Scarty, you hold her open."

  "Oh, no…," Evangeline wailed, but she felt the fingers down there, as Scarty stood over her reaching down from nearer to her face. He spread her cunny, first the outer lips and then, to her horror, the inner ones, too.

  "She's wet!" the pirate said. "Lord, is this one wet. She can't be a maid, can she, if she's so ready for the prick?"

  From Evangeline's chest, compressed against the barrel, came a sob. Her whole body shuddered with some awful weakness — some need of the same kind she had made Mary awaken in her, in bed the previous night. How could she want this?

  "Philip," the captain said, "you try this cunt with your fingers, if you please. It is only right, since you acquired these girls."

  Chapter 8

  Philip stepped forward, the emotions and urges in his heart and his body a turmoil within him. He put a leer on his face, hardly finding it difficult because the scene certainly did arouse his basest instincts. He would at that moment happily have plunged his iron-hard prick into Evangeline's lovely pink cunt and ridden her over the barrel until she could scarcely walk next day.

  His tactics seemed to have worked, though, and it would require just a little more finesse to ensure that the girls' maidenheads be spared, tonight at least. He stooped to inspect the noble girl's alluring rear view, helplessly presented to him as she lay bottom up over the barrel. He dipped two fingers gently inside her, and heard Evangeline moan in needy response.

  "Scarty is right that this pretty cunny is very wet," he announced to the pirates around him. "This girl needs it very much. But…"

  Philip pressed further in, until he could feel the barrier there that he so hoped he would have the chance to conquer as he made a woman of the lovely girl. Evangeline gasped. He pulled his fingers out and peered down in the torchlight.

  "She is a virgin, certainly. I can see the maidenhead. Scarty, you shall hold the pussy open and all may have a look inside her sweet young cunt."

  Evangeline sobbed with shame as the pirates filed past, then, each of them giving her a wank and looking at her most secret places. Nor did Mary escape the same treatment, despite no longer having a maidenhead to inspect: the maid moaned as loud as the mistress while the pirates inspected their new possessions.

  "Strip them now, lads," said the captain, finally. "And bring two girl-cats, if you please, Mr. Norris."

  The girl-cat represented an innovation of Captain Mountjoy's own: made of rope like the cat used upon fractious men, it was however considerably shorter in length, so that a man who whipped a ship-girl with it could both stand close to the bottom he whipped and be sure not to render a girl's backside unattractive in either the short or the long term. It could provide a ship-girl with exquisite pain, of course, but a skillful man wielding the cat could control the pain very precisely, to correct the girl as he chose, and make her amenable to the doing of her duty, no matter how shameful.

  As Philip went to the locker where the cats of every kind were stored, the men began to pull and to rip the girls' clothes off them. Evangeline and Mary wailed as they felt their gowns torn and removed at last, and their shifts pulled all the way to their bound wrists. When the first mate turned back he saw two naked girls over the barrels, ready to learn the ways of nautical discipline — at least as it applied to the girls Captain Mountjoy made it a point to provide to his crew.

  "I believe," the captain said when Philip had handed him one of the cats, "I know a way to handle the wager we have made to perfection. Scarty and Grendon, take your places, each in front of your girl, and take out your pricks. Show them well as we whip their little arses, and we shall see about the begging."

  Philip had no idea how he could feel at once so jealous of Evangeline's body, and of her erotic favors, and so aroused by what then occurred: the two experienced pirates loosening their breeches as they moved to stand before the barrels where the girls, now entirely naked, must look upon what Scarty and Grendon produced. Two fine pricks jutted forth in the rough sea-dogs' right hands, to menace two sweet young faces.

  Grendon took Mary's chin in his other hand and held her face up.

  "Open your eyes, you little cunt," he said. "Look what I have for you."

  Scarty slapped Evangeline across the face. "You, too. Open those eyes, girl. You must look at the prick, now, virgin or no. You'll have it between your legs and up your arse soon enough as well."

  Evangeline cried out. Philip wished he could see her face, and read there what he thought he could hear in that cry — that something in this shameful treatment had set her blood afire as it had set his, too. He raised the cat and brought it down upon Evangeline's lovely bottom, his prick swelling at the sight of her cunny just peeping out between her milky thighs, so that those private lips would receive some of the sting.

  "Do as you're told, my lady," he said. "Open your eyes and look at the prick."

  Captain Mountjoy raised his whip and brought it down hard across Mary's bottom. The maid cried out piteously

  Grendon called in triumph. "That did it captain! This one's got her eyes open now. There it is, love. You want to suck it, don't you?"

  "There," Scarty said, chortling, "her ladyship is looking, too." He pumped his prick slowly, now, brandishing it close to the noble girl's face. "You'll have to beg for it, you little cunt. I won't just open your mouth and fuck that face. Whip her again, lad. Teach her what she's for."

  Philip raised the cat again, and brought it down, even as Evangeline squirmed desperately over the barrel as if to try to avoid the lash, her bottom moving lewdly even as she received her whipping. Pink streaks had appeared from the first cut, and more joined them now as Scarty stroked her cheek.

  "Oh, heavens," Evangeline sobbed. "Please… please don't."

  The Captain, who had just made Mary scream with a cut of his own cat, laughed. "I thought you had her, Philip. What a little minx to say don't! Whip her again, lad!"

  Philip's prick felt so hard in his breeches that he thought it might burst through the leather. He whipped Evangeline again, the mixture of sympathy and affection with his unavoidable arousal at the sight of her squirming, red-streaked backside making his pulse feel like fire in his veins.

  She shrieked, a long cry of agony that sounded to Philip's ears both as incitement and as cause for compassion. The noble girl needed this punishment, he knew, to overcome the shame of which she must rid herself tonight, if she were to find anything but misery aboard the Royal Anne. He brought the whip down again, and again, and watched the braided cords leave red streaks on Evangeline's tender skin.

  Her cry of pain had words, this time. "Oh… please… I… I want… I want to suck it! I want to suck them all!"

  Atop the other barrel, Mary had just received a lash from the captain. The maid's cry, as she writhed naked over the wooden cask, seemed to blend shame and need and agony.

  Evangeline's face had gone bright red, and she turned it a little at the sound of Mary's distress, away from Scarty's stiff prick, to see the other girl. Philip could see how desperately the noble girl wanted Mary to give some sign that truly they had no choice, that to suck the pirates' cocks represented simple necessity. His heart went out to both of them though he could see in the movement of Evangeline's hips and the squirming of Mary's bottom that the erotic discipline of the girl-cats had a terribly ambiguous effect upon their bodies.

  Scarty helped meet Evangeline's need, though he certainly had none of the empathy necessary to understand it. He put his meaty right hand on the back of her golden head and turned her face towards the hard shaft he pumped languidly in his left. Mary, who Philip thought had probably not heard Evangeline's capitulation to the cocksucking, opened her eyes very wide and parted her lips in a silen
t cry of shame when she saw that her mistress did not resist, but instead put out her tongue.

  Evangeline's eyes, though, rested on Mary's tear-stained face, her brow beseeching her maid to do as she did. Mary's lips seemed to work as if in an attempt to form words that would not come.

  "Take it, girl," Scarty said, laying his long, thick prick upon Evangeline's tongue, a sight so arousingly transgressive that Philip had to clear his throat and shift his weight, his own prick swelling almost unmanageably in his breeches.

  "Oh, no," Mary breathed.

  "Mary, sweetling," said the captain. "Do you wish to be a cocksucker like your mistress, now, or must I whip you again?"

  Scarty had thrust his hardness into Evangeline's mouth, now. Holding her head firmly in place, he began to fuck with jerking motions of his hips. The captain raised the whip a little, then dangled its cords against Mary's red-streaked bottom so that she sobbed in fear. As she watched her mistress please the prick of a sea-jackal, the maid seemed unable to form the words necessary to keep her backside from more of the terrible punishment Captain Mountjoy knew so well how to mete out.

  Evangeline's eyes remained fixed on Mary's as Scarty enjoyed her mouth. Three other pirates had lined up behind him, one of them Mulroy, who put his hand on Scarty's shoulder, now.

  "You going to spend, dog?" Mulroy asked. "There's others here want the girl's mouth too."

  "In a moment," Scarty said, pulling his prick from Evangeline's mouth and leaving her gasping. He put his hand further down to take his balls in his hand. Mary gave a little cry and Evangeline turned her eyes forward again in alarm. "Lick them, girl," the pirate commanded. "I'm going to spend on your pretty face."

  Just then the captain raised his cat and brought it down hard upon the maid's bottom. Mary screamed and writhed over the barrel, her head threshing side to side.

  "Mary?" Evangeline said in a pleading voice, her eyes darting over to the other girl.

 

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