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'However,' said the woman as she turned back from the window and settled herself in the large chair that occupied one corner of the cabin. 'Let me tell you of me and this ship.'

The girl gave the merest nod but her dark, beautiful eyes were still angry.

'I am called Captain Beth Black and the ship, the way sailors are with these things, is the Black Beth. Rhymes with Black Death which pleases them.' The woman in the chair grinned at this seafaring humor. 'Oh, you were surprised when you saw me. A woman in command. But you shouldn't be. For anyone to be Captain they have to have respect and skill. I have been sailing the Caribbean for years, since younger than you, so I know these waters and I know how to keep unruly men in place. All too easily, when you tickle their cocks.

'Just as you, dear maiden, have a Queen in your homeland so too do these men see me as their ruler in what is their homeland, this ship.' The woman, dressed in black cord breeches, black leather boots and a brown leather jerkin, waved her hand at the cabin. 'But we have a King in England who authorizes us not as a pirate, but as a Privateer. We harry the King and Queen of Spain's ships and take what my crew need and pass on whatever we think best to His Majesty in London.'

The gagged girl looked far from convinced and her eyes had not lost their hostility. But her shoulders had dropped slightly, as if accepting there was no escape.

'But whatever our cause your people have us as cut-throat pirates.' The woman shrugged as if it was unimportant. She resumed: 'Yet I and the English crown have a need, not just for Spanish gold or the fruits of the New World, important though all that is. But for information. The Admiralty has charged me and hence the Black Beth with finding out information that will win lands for colonies.' A pause as the woman savored the pleasures of viewing a naked, pretty teenage girl bound and gagged before her. She looked over the child, the way the ropes bit deep into her soft, young flesh, the way her bare breasts and nipples swelled out between the hemp rope, the way her slit was begin to fuzz over with fine, black hair.

'And here dear lady - for I have no doubt you are of a noble household - I have an intriguing question: what were you doing here in this sea? Seventeen children on a ship that carried nothing of value - no gold, no tobacco, no wines - crewed by a handful of largely drunk men, a relatively poorly armed ship under the Spanish flag which had a crew who yelled oaths in French and Italian but died without honor.'

A sadness flickered over the gagged girl's face. Her eyes dropped to the floor.

'The only cargo,' continued Beth, 'if such, was a hold full of naked children. Oh, and yourself and your sister, I am told. Clothed and comfortable, unlike the others who I understand were chained up like animals. Let me see,' the woman picked up a sheet of paper from the table by her elbow and read it. 'Six boys, nine girls in chains in the hold. Some African, some European. One girl and one boy, I believe, to be from Araby.' The paper fell from the captain's fingers and it fluttered to the floor, sliding in the air almost to the bound girl's feet.

'So you see, I am intrigued. No ship's log, no manifest, no marked chart. A cargo without a port. I could therefore take what I want as a prize and dispose of the rest. And if you won't tell me what I need to know I could ask your younger sister.' A long pause. 'Forcibly.'

The bound and gagged girl blinked, but not - noted the captain - entirely in sheer terror at the thought.

'So will you tell me what I need to know?'

The girl hesitated but shook her head. The captain stood with a snort, straightening her jerkin. 'Mr Simmonds!' she roared.

There were footsteps on the stairs to the cabin and the man with broken teeth came in with a cursory knock. 'Ready, captain,' he chuckled, eying the tied girl as if she might soon be his to play with.

'Bring our guest aloft and we'll show her what we do with those who don't cooperate.'

The second-in-command picked up the helpless girl as if she was a sack of grain and slung her over his shoulder before following the captain up and onto the deck.

Whatever the girl expected to see when she was set down, it was not this - though on reflection she shouldn't have been surprised what English pirates did to their captives. On the deck many of the crew were gathered in a half circle by one side of the ship. Men mostly, but some women among them, the girl realized with a chill. Didn't they always say women pirates were the worst?

The assembled were talking among themselves with an air of expectancy and excitement and it was easy to see why: a sobbing and scared young naked girl was suspended upside down by her ankles from a yard arm slung out over the ocean.

The bound girl next to Beth gave a scream into her gag: the girl hanging upside down over the side of the ship, hands bound tight to her sides, was her younger sister.

The small girl, from where she was hanging, could see her older sister. In a desperate, pleading voice the suspended girl called to her in Spanish. Beth stood and listened with a smile. She knew enough Spanish to know that the small child was begging for help, for her sister - Maria, apparently - to somehow save her.

Maria, clearly forgetting the efficiency of Jake's gag, was trying to shout back though her inarticulate noises merely brought laughter from the assembled men watching.

'How pleasant, this exchange. But let's show our guest what we do,' said Beth. Simmonds, nearby, cackled and ordered a muscular black man holding a rope to lower the girl, headfirst towards the foaming green waters.

Maria's gagged pleas became more urgent as the dangling child disappeared from her view.

'Take her to the side-rail,' said Beth coldly and Simmonds obeyed, scooping up the tied teenager and pushing her forward over the side so she had a clear view of what fate awaited her sister.

Maria screamed incomprehensibly as she saw her sister lowered towards the choppy waves. The small child was struggling and twisting but lacked the strength to lift her head more than a few inches, Already the spray was lashing the child, soaking her long black hair. In a few more moments the child's head was being struck by the tops of the highest waves.

'Lower her a little more and hold her there,' ordered Beth from she had joined the weakly struggling Maria, still held forward over the side-rail by a grinning Simmonds - a man clearly aroused as he was rubbing his crotch (and his obvious erection) against the struggling, naked bottom of the bound girl.

'Permission to fuck this one's ass, cap'n,' chortled the man.

'Only if she doesn't cooperate,' said Beth. She leaned her head close to Maria's. 'See, your dear sister isn't being lowered any more to a watery grave. At least not just yet.'

It was true: the dangling child was no nearer the water and though the occasional large wave buffeted and almost engulfed the child's head, making her cough and splutter rather than scream and plead, she was being held steady.

Beth whispered. 'The danger, Maria, is that Amos, who holds the rope may grow tired and let it slip.' The teenage girl, held as she was, had stopped trying to shout and listened. Even Simmonds, temporarily, had stopped rubbing himself obscenely against the bound girl's ass cheeks.

'You see, child, I would get good money for you and your sister at any port where they need young girls to service men, but my men could satisfy themselves with you before we find harbor. Aye, even the women I have in my crew can be cruel in their lust for pleasure. Then we trade you as young whores. Of course, I may choose to let your sister go well before then, but how should I do it? Amos is strong but even his grip grows tired. Or maybe I rest him, haul the child up, allow some of the crew to take her in any hole and then sling her back over the side. I understand Amos, once he's cum, is nowhere near as strong for a while though he does have a long thick cock that takes a while to satisfy.'

Maria nodded. She understood fully.

'So, do you wish to talk?'

Maria nodded. She was hauled up from the side, away to the cabin, not knowing what was happening to her sister. Her last view of the deck was Amos, still holding the rope. But for how long?

Simmonds put the girl down and took out the child's gag. He left without a word, having dropped the sopping cloth on to the table by the captain where she had settled back into her chair.

'You are murderers without a soul,' glowered the ungagged girl when they were alone. 'Killing my sister Concepcion will gain you nothing.'

'But I have you talking, true? And will do so to save all you can?'

Maria nodded, looking daggers at the woman reclining in front of her.

Beth laughed. 'Oh, child. We are the people we have to be. We sail under a harsh sun in dangerous waters against a foe who would hang us if we survived grapeshot and cutlass. We have few friends that we can trust and get no thanks for all we do. So we take our payments and pleasures as and where we can.'

Without warning the woman suddenly unfastened her jerkin. She was wearing a coarse white shirt under it with a flounce of silk at he neck. She stood, in front of the girl, and swiftly unbuttoned it and peeled the shirt off. Her chemise, under it, was thin and the woman's full, heavy breasts showed through the taut, sheer fabric.

'See this?' The woman lifted her hand and ran it lightly over her breasts, making her nipples harden and press out through the thin fabric. 'French made, as they have the best silks I can find on the high seas - or at least from those I plunder. Understand child that I am a woman, a real woman, and I enjoy the fineness of good clothes against my flesh. The leathers are serviceable, even helping reduce a sword slash. But a woman wears good clothes near herself.' Beth paused. 'Indeed as you will have done.'

Without a word the woman unbuckled her pants and let them fall, kicking off her boots. The thin chemise fluttered gently, doing nothing to hide her breasts and below its hem, a carefully shaved vagina. Bald, for close pleasures. Keeping her eyes on the girl and watching her reaction, the woman smoothed her silk garment down. 'See, I am as good as naked as you are,' smirked Beth.

Maria, despite herself, gasped. The woman had a good figure, trim with muscle honed by exercise and fighting but a shape that most men would salivate over. Beth stood hands on hips, one leg at an angle as she rested her weight on one side. Both looking in command and sexually inviting.

'Do I not look attractive?'

The bound girl's head swam. She didn't know what to think.

'I have to be brutal, but I can be giving. It all depends...' The woman grinned at Maria's confusion. She leaned forward and indicated a scar on her right cheek. 'See this? Courtesy of a young Spanish officer, good with his sword and trained well in Cadiz or Valencia or wherever. He however thought it as a duel between gentlemen and cut me first. I am far from a gentleman in every way as you can see. I ran him through at once. You see, it was him or me.'

Maria didn't say anything. The scar, white and deep, wasn't entirely hideous. In some way, it added to the woman's mystery. To her beauty. The captain had a wild, brazen beauty that would have served her well as a barkeeper's wife in any port. The kind of beauty that drew admiration from men and women alike.

'But I thank that man who carved me, whoever he was. He gave me power. This mark shows I can fight, and my men - and women - know I can kill swiftly. So, would I have sacrificed your sister to impress them, let them know I am as cruel as they?' The woman shrugged and settled back. 'I do what I have to do,' she added darkly. 'We shall see.'

'Concepcion is innocent. S-she is only nine.' Maria couldn't take her eyes off the near naked woman.

'Ah, you confuse age with innocence. I have known eight year old girls, in Port Royal or anywhere in Jamaica, who would slit your throat while sucking your sex. An ingenious and athletic way to earn money. But you are from aristocracy and know nothing of such things, though your lords and ladies may well do.'

Maria looked shocked. But not as shocked as Beth thought she might.

'We are all Privateers at heart, so stay your look of disbelief. We do the royal bidding for gold and pardons, or position and influence. Or even sex and sadistic pleasures.' Beth got up and picked a bottle from a shelf nearby, along with two glasses. 'The Spanish fight well because they have the same blood as we have, the same desires and needs. Forget religion and language: we are all ambitious. We all have cocks and cunts that need pleasing. So we will drink a toast to all who sail, fight bravely and lust for delights.'

'I wouldn't share your foul English beer,' spat Maria.

'Beer? Oh good Lord no! This,' said the woman as she poured a tawny, sparkling liquid into the two glasses, 'is a very fine Sherry. Looted from a Spanish galleon off Antigua. Alas, my stocks run low and unless the harvest was good last year and more bottles shipped out to the new world I may have to resort to an inferior Port or, heaven forfend, a French claret. But Brandy is, well, quite something else. Now that I would kill for.'

'You make this idle talk while my sister is about to drown.'

'Concepcion will not drown. Unless she wriggles free of her harness. Her greatest danger is being hit by a piece of driftwood but we sail in open waters. She should be safe for now.'

'And then?'

'That depends on what you tell me.' Beth brought both full glasses to the tied girl who stared, confused, as one was lifted to her face. 'I assure you, it is a good vintage Sherry. You would be proud of your countrymen's skills in creating this.'

'I shouldn't drink it,' was all that the girl could say.

'But you will. You are naked and scared and this will help fortify you.' The glass came up to the child's lips. She drank, eagerly, despite herself.

Beth smiled as the girl noisily drained the glass. She drank some hers as well. 'Now, Maria. Your story please, before I take you to my bed.'

'What?' Maria's eyes widened in fear.

Beth laughed. 'I have needs, too. You have needs.'

'I do not understand -'

'Oh please, I saw they way you looked at me when I removed my jerkin and shirt. Aristocratic girls like you have to be versed in lesbian sex. I imagine your nanny will have trained you well, or an older aunt. Perhaps your school tutor.'

'No!'

'Enough training to make you look longingly at my breasts when you could. As you still do.'

Maria blushed and wanted to object again but bit her lip. Yet she blushed more when the captain returned to her chair and sat, legs deliberately spread wide, her sex open and all too visible. The pink lining, the obvious clitoris, blatantly on show.

'Madam, you are showing yourself too much,' said the girl, both averting her eyes and sneaking a look.

'No. I reveal as much as I need to. We do, those who control others. But you can not so this is your delight. Mine shall wait. After all, for now although I see your small sex is becoming hairy and it almost on show, your legs are clamped together. Cruel to ourselves, are we not? I could order you bound, legs apart. Perhaps on your back, knees to your chest. But I deny myself such an obvious delight. How strange I am!'

Maria felt her face burn. 'Madam... This is-'

'Beth. Call me Beth, I insist,' smiled the woman. She had put down her glass and was rubbing her cunt with her forefinger. Sighing as she became aroused.

'You are captain and my captor,' said the girl with a superhuman effort to keep her eyes on the woman's face rather than on the captain's bulging, hard nipple breasts or her open, inviting sex flower. 'You know I have to submit to you. Pray why do you need me in your bed? I will tell you all I can and then you can return me to the prison. The ransom is what you want.'

'Perhaps it would be more enjoyable if your actions came from the heart.'

Maria grimaced but looked away.