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story_codes: M/gg, F/g, first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Bess and Abigail are taken aboard  the Saint Agnes, another pirate ship whose captain has special plans for the little girls once they've recuperated from their time aboard the Albatross. Surprises of all kinds are in store for the young sisters, including some happy discoveries in bed.

story_language: English








Pirate Bounty: Different Voyages

Written by madvlad


(This story begins where "Pirate Bounty: Captured" ended.)

	Bess and Abigail stood close together in their shredded dresses as several crewmen from the other ship, the Saint Agnes, boarded the Albatross. Captain Flagg seemed a little nervous as a lithe figure with dark red hair tied in a queue nimbly climbed down onto the deck from the larger Saint Agnes with a nonchalant air.

	"Welcome aboard, Captain Halladay," Flagg rumbled.

	"Thank you, Captain Flagg," said the other captain.

	The sisters were surprised at the visiting captain's voice. It was a woman's voice. As they looked closer, it became apparent she was definitely female. Her skin was lightly tanned; a rarity for pale-skinned redheads. She wore tight trousers tucked into high boots and a billowy white shirt that made it difficult to discern her bosom at first look. Halladay's blue eyes were haughty as she surveyed the dingy surrounding on the Albatross.

	"So what do you need, Flagg?" she asked.

	"Ball and powder, rum, perhaps some food besides the usual hardtack if you have it."

	"Aye, I do. And in trade?"

	"Ain't got much gold or silver - the last ship was fairly useless unless you want a bit of paper and ink. They also had farming plows but I wasn't about to wrestle those aboard, so we made the Ceylon crew toss 'em into the deep."

	"The Ceylon," Halladay said, naming the ship that Flagg and his men had attacked, taking Bess, Abigail, and a little four year-old named Susanna prisoner. For the past two weeks, the three children had spent their captivity suffering the depraved abuse and rape of the Albatross' crew. 

	Bess and Abigail were no longer virgins in any hole. Susanna had been used mostly for oral sex, not out of compassion but simply due to her small size. One man had raped her anally, but hurt her so badly in the process that the ship's surgeon had to stitch her up just inside her entrance. Had the injuries been further inside, she would have likely bled to death. After that, no one had touched her there and her little pussy remained virgin, if someone molested on the outside. Susanna had been left below when Bess and Abigail had been brought to the main deck.

	"You've heard of the ship?" Flagg asked, feeling quite pleased with himself. "No doubt that the merchants are trembling. Perhaps they will offer a tribute in exchange for me not attacking them again."

	"Hardly," Halladay spat. "You've simply angered the wrong people with your theatrics, you damned fool. Throwing cargo overboard just out of spite is bloody stupid. But the way you carved your initials in that one man's face was fucking dangerous."

	"He was just a clerk or something," Flagg protested. "No one of importance."

	"He was Sir Peter's favorite nephew - he just didn't look important, is all. Look, the Ceylon made port in Baltimore three days after you attacked it. The cargo may have not been much to you, but several wealthy and power men like Sir James Bartholomew and Sir Peter Wallingford were furious. They know you like to sail near Barbados - true enough since we found you this far south. The governor has dispatched Captain Hastings of the HMS Resolute to track you down. My advice is that you keep far from these waters."

	"I'll hunt where I damn well like," Flagg growled.

	"It's your head," Halladay said with a shrug. Then she turned to Bess and Abigail. "What about these?"

	"Ah, they were to be the property of Sir James before we seized the Ceylon."

	"Sir James is a right bastard, but that would explain his ire. So they are up for trade as well?"

	"Oh yes," Flagg cackled. "And we've broken 'em in just right."

	Halladay looked at the girls as they tried to hold the torn fronts of their dresses together.

	"Open up, let me have a look at you," she said.

	Meekly, the girls pulled their dresses open as Halladay kneeled on one knee to inspect their bodies. The captain tutted as she saw the bruising on their hairless cunnies and more bruises and scratches on Bess' budding breasts. She gestured them to turn around and she raised their hems to examine their bottoms. Like their pussies, their assholes were well bruised and showed evidence of some minor tearing. But all of the orifices looked quite small and tight, making them very desirable.

	"Typical work of the Albatross," Halladay said with a disgusted sigh. "Mr. Sikes!"

	A burly man with graying hair from the Saint Agnes walked up to her.

	"Yes Cap'n," he said as he touched a knuckle to his forehead.

	"Go below and have a look at their goods. We'll be trading today."

	Halladay and Flagg haggled over the price in goods for the two girls until Sikes returned. He whispered something in his captain's ear, making one of Halladay's eyebrows arch up on her forehead. She whispered something back and Sikes hurried away. After more haggling over the ink and paper that had been scavenged from the Ceylon, a deal was struck. 

	Sikes returned with more men and led them below to retrieve the cargo. Soon, the men from the Saint Agnes speared from below, carrying crates while more of Halladay's came over with barrels and sacks of what Flagg had wanted. Sikes walked by carrying a large canvas bag slung over his shoulder and disappeared once he got on board the Saint Agnes. 

	All of the movement back and forth was quite confusing to Bess and Abigail. Once everything seemed to have been moved, Sikes reappeared and ushered the girls aboard the Saint Agnes, helping them climb as their hurting bodies sapped their strength. Halladay gave Flagg a curt goodbye and joined Sikes and the sisters. Bess was worried about what Flagg and his men would do to little Susanna and screwed together enough courage to speak to Halladay.

	"Captain, there's another girl here and I..."

	"I command a ship, not a nursery," Halladay said as she interrupted Bess. "Thank your stars that you got off the Albatross. I want no trouble for you and...your sister, I presume?"

	"Yes, I'm Bess and this is Abigail."

	"I'm Captain Jane Halladay. Or Bloody Jane, as others are known to call me. The Saint Agnes is a tight ship - we can outrun most navy ships and outfight the rest. We trade or plunder, depending on the circumstances. Now, Mr. Sikes will see to it that you get something decent to wear and we'll have our ship's doctor look at you. No man here will hurt you. I have plans for you when we arrive in Bridgetown."

	When Jane walked off to the after deck, Sikes smiled at the pair and gave them a tour. It became immediately apparent that the Saint Agnes was better run than the Albatross, or even the Ceylon for that matter. The decks were clean, no ropes were frayed and the men moved about with a purpose.

	"When we captured the Saint Agnes," Sikes explained. "Bloody Jane decided to make it her ship and sold the old Elmfair, our first ship, to another captain. She never changed the name, though. She thought it would be funny to have a pirate ship named after a saint."

	"She seemed awfully cross to me," Abigail opined, disbelieving that the gruff woman could have a sense of humor.

	"She's got to act tough in front of other captains - especially the likes of Flagg. But I've served under several captains she's by far the best at sailing and fighting and planning."

	"Where's Bridgetown and what will happen to us there?" Bess asked.

	"It's in Barbados. It's only three days' sailing from here, but the captain has more trading to do first with some others of our kind. We'll probably get there in a week. And no worries, you won't be getting sold off to the likes of Flagg - or to Sir James Bartholomew, who you were meant for. If half the stories I've heard about him are true, you are two lucky girls."

	Bess and Abigail didn't feel particularly lucky after the past two weeks, but they had a feeling their lot had improved now that they were aboard the Saint Agnes.

	The sister's initial hunch proved right. Not once did any member of the crew make any advances toward them. The ship, in fact, was well-run; far better than their previous two. The routine was fairly the same most days, with the crewmen going about their tasks with diligence and purpose with no screaming from the officers. On Sunday, the routine was more relaxed after a few hours in the morning when the off-watch men scrubbed the wooden decks with pieces of sandstone called holystones, so named since the work was done while kneeling. 

	The girls learned that, like most pirate ships, the crew received shares of any profits. But during their time aboard the Saint Agnes, the only interactions with other ships were trading like had been done with the Albatross so the profits weren't as great as captured booty. However, no more captives were exchanged. Captain Halladay could drive a hard bargain, earning more for goods then the other ships would pay in port. For many of the other pirates, ports were a dangerous thing if there was a price on their heads. Sikes explained that the crafty Captain Halladay was careful as to which ships she attached and which colonial governors to bribe, so the Saint Agnes crewmen were as safe from retribution as anyone.

	They also learned that nearly all of the crewmen were skilled in other tasks. One man had taken bolts of cloth and sewed the girls some new dresses to replace their tattered garments. The ship's surgeon, who was usually someone who knew how to amputate limbs and extract some object from a human body, was actually a full-fledged doctor on the Saint Agnes. Isaac Silverman had remarked to Bess that his lot was better as an equal on the pirate vessel as opposed to a being on land where he and other Jews were regarded with suspicion at best.

	When he had tried to treat Abigail's injured orifices, the little girl wrapped her arms around Bess and refused to cooperate. In soothing tones, Dr. Silverman was able to get Bess to let him apply ointment to her vagina and anus while Abigail watched. His calm and professional demeanor eventually won Abigail over, albeit with a huge amount of trepidation remaining. But that disappeared as the girls found their abused holes feeling a little better by the second day.

	One oddity was that Jane Halladay never went to her cabin, preferring instead to sleep on deck. When they asked Sikes about that (they were too intimidated to ask the captain directly), he just shrugged and said it was the captain's prerogative.

	At last the morning had come when they approached Bridgetown. Bess and Abigail were on deck, nervous about what would happen although Sikes had given them a reassuring wink. Jane had given the girls a perfunctory inspection, apparently satisfied with how they had progressed with a proper diet, plenty of sunshine, and no abuse.

	"We'll go ashore and proceed directly to the Green Hen," Jane told the girls. One of my former crewmen, Walter Shay, has retired to land and may have use for you."

	"Use for us?" Abigail asked nervously.

	"He's a master craftsman and can make just about anything involving metals - spyglasses, navigation tools, pistols, blades...I could go on. His work is the best and is in high demand. But he needs a housekeeper and perhaps a girl in his shop. We always meet at the tavern whenever the Saint Agnes docks in Bridgetown."

	Abigail and Bess shared a look, wondering what other things he might use them for.

	"Will he...?" Abigail began.

	Jane looked at the girl coolly and nodded.

	"He's a man and men have needs. But you'll find him a different sort than Flagg and his crew. Speaking of which, it looks like he didn't take my advice."

	Jane's tone was casual, as if discussing the price of rope. But Bess and Abigail saw the late, unlamented Harry Flagg hanging by his neck from a yardarm from the Navy pier. Birds had already plucked out his eyes, but there was no mistaking the scarred face that had hidden an even uglier creature beneath it. He had brutally deflowered Bess while she had been tied to a mast. 

	There were others as well. Abigail recognized Davy, the man who had first raped her anally. And there was Abel, the man who had done a similar deed to Susanna, nearly making the poor thing bleed to death. They saw the huge form of the man they only knew as The Turk, who had tortured both girls with his monster prick. But his torturing days were over. As evidenced by the grievous wounds on his body, he had gone down hard, but must have still been alive if he was hanged.

	"Maybe Susanna has been rescued," Abigail whispered excitedly to Bess.

	Bess nodded, having hope for the first time for the little blonde who had been left behind on the Albatross.

	"It's beautiful," Jane said as she examined the knife with its razor-sharp, polished blade and intricately embossed handle.

	"And deadly. A combination suitable for its new owner," replied the man.

	Jane snorted at the compliment.

	"Has all of this living on land given you a silver tongue, Walter?" she asked with an impudent grin.

	"I've got to charm my customers so I get the best price out of them," Walter replied with a twinkle in his eye.

	Walter Shay was of average build, with fleck of gray showing in his light brown hair. He walked with a limp from an injury that had convinced him to earn a living on land. He and Jane sat at his regular table at the Green Hen, Walter's choice of tavern when dealing with certain clients. Jane understood that while pirates were tolerated to an extent in the port city as long as they hadn't crossed the wrong people, it wouldn't help someone like Walter to have pirates seen in his workshop.

	Jane tucked the dagger in its sheath and clasped it to her belt. She handed a stack of coins to Walter, who did not insult her by counting it and only dropped them into a purse on his belt.

	"Now, do you still have the compass and sextant I wanted for the ship?" she asked

	"They're ready - just as you ordered. And the price is still the same. If you can't afford them yet, I'll hold them for you, Jane. Just as I promised before."

	"What about a trade in goods?"

	"No Jane, I'm not about to front that sort of thing or it could be the noose for me if some squire finds himself purchasing his own stolen goods. You know that. I only take gold and silver."

	"What I have in mind would be something you'd dearly want to keep for yourself."

	Intrigued, Walter nodded for her to continue. Jane gestured to another part of the tavern and Sikes came forward with the girls.

	"This is Bess and the younger one is Abigail," Jane said. They were to be indentured servants to Sir James Bartholomew and you know what that would mean with him. Flagg and his men got them from a ship they took, but since they have no stamps indicating ownership and I rather doubt they've sat for portraits, there is no way to identify them as his."

	"Flagg got them, eh?" Walter said as he rubbed his chin. "Nearly as bad as Sir James, I'd say."

	"They lasted two weeks on the Albatross, if that says something about their constitution. And Isaac treated them on the Saint Agnes."

	"There's a good man. I wouldn't have a leg at all if it hadn't been for him," Walter acknowledged, eyeing the girls carefully. "I suppose you saw Flagg and the rest in the harbor?"

	"Yes, they still looked fresh," Jane answered. "I told him to steer clear of these waters."

	"They were captured the day before last, just two hours' sail from here. No pity from me. Those bastards' black hearts are on the devil's dinner table by now."

	"True enough. Now, what do you think?"

	Walter sipped from his mug as he pondered the deal. 

	"Tell, me, girls. Have you ever worked in a shop?"

	"Yes," Bess answered. "Our father was a cooper. Abigail and I swept and kept things clean. I even learned how to do some counting."

	Walter thought a little longer and then spit in his hand.

	"Deal," he said to Jane, who repeated his actions before clasping his hand with hers.

	"Mr. Sikes," Jane said. Please take these two with Walter and bring the instruments back to the ship."

	"Yes, Captain."

	"Oh, and please prepare my cabin. I've had enough weather and I shall sleep indoors tonight."

	Walter's shop was a fascinating place with a variety of finely crafted goods for sale. His work area was even more spectacular, with all sorts of arcane tools and books he used to make his creations. He gave the girls a brief explanation of what was what.

	"I think that's enough for one day - I don't want your little heads to explode. Now, I'm a pretty fair cook and can do wonders with pork. It's a good thing as there is plenty of it here."

	"How did pigs get all the way here?" Abigail asked, clearly in awe of this friendly man who knew so much about things. "Did they swim?"

	"No," Walter laughed. "I think it was a Portuguese or maybe the Spaniards who brought them here last century. They let them loose, figuring they could use them and their descendants for food whenever they came back. But now the island belongs to England and we've got a native supply of meat besides fish and fowl."

	Dinner was quite good as Walter expertly prepared some pork loin with new potatoes and greens. He explained that he had also been the cook aboard the Saint Agnes as well as being the fixer of all things remotely mechanical. Two musket balls in his legs during a raid on a Dutch merchant had put an end to his pirating days.

	After dinner, they watched the sun set and heard the racket of seamen of all walks as they reveled inside and out of the nearby taverns. Occasionally, something was shouted that the girls didn't quite understand, but made Walter chuckle. 

	At last, when it was dark, he led the girls inside and to the back where there was one large bed. Now the realization of what else might be expected of them hit the sisters as they watched Walter get undressed.

	"Come on, little ones. Don't be shy. I need some bed-warmers as well as shop assistants," he said kindly.

	Trembling, the girls got undressed. But as Walter threw back the quilt, Abigail burst into tears. Bess tried to calm her, but she was also frightened. She expected Walter to lose his temper, but he only quietly helped them into bed.

	"Now Abigail," he said. "I know why you're frightened. But I'm not Flagg. Why don't you watch me and your big sister and then you'll understand."

	Walter hadn't been told any details, but had a good idea of what the girls had been through aboard the Albatross. Rather than lying on top of Bess and shoving his cock into her, he lay on his back and had her straddle his stomach.

	Bess was quite a catch. Although Walter loved females of all ages, it had always been his dream to get one very young and bring her along, enjoying her body as she developed from a child into a full woman. Now he had two such girls.

	Bess' figure was quite lean and boyish except for the soft mounds that budded from her chest by perhaps an inch. And there was no mistaking the hairless sex between her legs as anything but female. 

	With slow, lingering touches, Walter caressed and explored the preteen's body. At first, she flinched when his hands reached her breast, remembering how Flagg and others had pinched, clawed, and bitten her there. But Walter's fingers were different, pleasantly rubbing her soft flesh and gently tweaking her nipples. Bess shivered and sucked in a breath as she felt the tiny dots stiffen beneath the man's touch. She had felt something like that before when she had first investigating the growing phenomenon on her chest several months ago. But she admitted to herself that this man's fingers were even better.

	Walter stroked her back, sides and belly, too, but always returned to her teats as he saw how well she reacted to them. Beth occasionally had to clear her throat and squirmed on top of him as he toyed with her young titties. From the corner of his eye, Walter saw Abigail, curious about her sister's reaction, poke at her own flat chest, wondering what all the fuss was about. Walter looked at Bess and jerked his eyes toward Abigail. Bess looked and stifled a giggle. She had forgotten about being afraid.

	Walter drew one hand down her front, slowly but not stopping as he trailed it over her belly and down to her smooth pubis. Bess held her breath, expecting him to jam his finger into her. But he massaged the soft folds of her twat, putting the youngster at ease once more. 

	Bess was surprised and relieved to find how much she enjoyed his fingers there. Carefully, he worked the tip of one digit into her slit, sliding it up and down and teasing her clit while his other hand still caressed her tiny breasts. Soon, Bess found herself subtly rocking against Walter's lower hand. She felt damp in the place deep between her legs and something seemed to grow there. She shuddered and felt her dampness increase as that something began to throb. Abigail watched in wide-eyed wonder as her sister started to moan in way that made it clear she was not in any pain.

	"Now you're ready, love," Walter said. "It's so much better this way, isn't it?"

	Bess could not find her voice and only nodded as Walter's strong hands squeezed her firm buttocks and lifted her up and back until her bald, dripping snatch was poised above his cock. Just as he had done when moving his hand down her body, Walter slowly but firmly pulled the little girl onto his cock. 

	Bess whimpered when her cunny parted to let him into her tunnel but did not struggle. As the man entered her body, that something inside of her told her that this was what she needed. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as his hardness filled her. 

	The tightness and heat of the eleven year-old's snatch kissed Walter's cock and drew him in, wrapping him in luxurious wetness. When he reached her cervix he stopped. Bess brought her head up and opened her eyes. Looking down at her parted legs, she let out a small exclamation when she saw where their bodies were joined.

	"How is that, now?" Walter asked as he fondled her breast.

	"It's...it's...good," she said, knowing she was understating it.

	But Walter didn't seem to mind and took her by the ass again. He moved her up and down and soon Bess was doing the work with her legs, freeing Walter's hands to randomly caress her everywhere. Panting, Bess worked herself up and down, leaving a shiny coating of cuntal fluids on Walter's shaft. The slick grasp of the child's pussy as it slid over his cock was incredible and Walter fought to control his release. But Bess wanted more and she wanted it faster to feed the urgent need her preadolescent sex demanded. Suddenly, the mysterious something inside of her bloomed, making her body quake with her sexual climax. As the little girl went rigid and quivered, Walter let himself go, pumping her lithe body with loads of fresh sperm.

	Bess felt the hot flood inside of her, but was not repulsed as she had been when it had happened so often aboard the Albatross. Growing limp, she sagged forward, letting Walter catch her and ease her head onto his chest while they both recovered.

	When Bess got off of him, she clapped her hand to her quim, hoping to trap some of Walter's gift inside her for a little while longer. Walter turned and gestured at Abigail.
The little girl crawled over to him, looking at his limp cock that glistened with her sister's juices. 

	"I need some help, Abigail," Walter told her. "And I bet a clever little girl just like you is just the one to do it."

	"Me?" Abigail asked, impressed.

	"Yes. I need to get my cock hard again and you can help."

	"Are you going to put it in me?" the child asked somberly.

	"Yes, but I will very, very careful and make you feel just like your sister did."

	"It was wonderful, Abigail," Bess chimed in. "You'll see."

	Abigail remained still as Walter picked her up and set her on his flaccid dick. With his thumbs across the little girl's undeveloped chest, he could feel her heart thudding rapidly.
When she was in place, he lightly brushed her nipples with his thumbs, making her giggle. He brushed her more, making Abigail laugh at this tickling game and lose her fear. The miniscule pink disks grew taut and the centers grew erect, just barely poking from the smooth plane of her chest.

	"Oh!" Abigail exclaimed as the tickling became more arousing.

	Now Walter slid the girl back and forth, the fluids on his prick making it easier for Abigail's soft little quim to slide on it. As his member stiffened, it spread Abigail's chubby labia apart, letting him rub her on the inside of her slit. Walter could feel the tiny jab of the child's clitoris as it responded to the rubbing and knew he had won her over.

	Abigail felt the little sparks in her pussy and looked down as her bald, pliant twat hugged the man's prick. It felt so good and she felt strangely warm down there. She had seen Bess' pussy get wet and leaky while Walter had fondled her and now felt a trickle descending from her own snatch.

	Walter watched the child's hairless vulva change shape as she moved back and forth along his length. And a new source of wetness greased his cock. Abigail whined in protest when he lifted her up, but then fell silent as she watched his head approach her little mound. Her mons and inner lips spread wide as she felt the familiar pressure. But Walter took his time, letting the six year-old's cunt stretch and adjust to him.

	Abigail's pussy was stretched so much that the sliding contact of Walter's cock made her body jerk. The sensitive tissues seemingly undulated against Walter's prick as he slid into her tight, immature sex. He reached her cervix and lifted her up, fucking the child with slow deliberate strokes.

	"Ahhhh," Abigail whispered as her tiny quim was filled. She continued her ah's as the stroking inside of her made her head so dizzy and her lower belly so hot. It was like she was melting down there.

	Walter was glad he had just cum because the way the six year-old's cuntlet pulled on his cock was so intoxicating that he wouldn't have lasted but a few seconds before. Abigail struggled to go up and down using her legs just like her big sister, but the grip of her pussy on Walter's prick was so tight that she needed his help to move. 

	Walter could feel the steamy drool of the little girl's excitement inside her pussy. Using his hands, he shifted her angle just enough to add more pressure to the clit as she rode his prick. Abigail's tongue was half out and her eyes were glazed as her tiny pussy was stroked to hard on the inside. Then her eyes fluttered and Walter could feel her twat trying to clench tighter around him as she came. He needed more time and continued to move her on his cock until he seeded her tiny womb with his jism.

	Later, they lay together with the quilt still rumpled at the foot of the bed. The lamp was out, but Walter had a perfect view of the girls' sleek young bodies in the pale blue of the moonlight. Lazily, he reached over and cupped one of Abigail's small buttocks, making the entire bit of rump disappear in his hand. The little girl stirred and opened one eye.

	Abruptly she sat up. Walter kept his grip on her ass cheek, squeezing it as she looked at him.

	"Mr. Walter?" she asked with a very serious look on her face. "You know that thing you did with Bess and me?"

	"Yes, I do seem to recall it," he said with a smile.

	"Could you..." she paused, gathering her nerve. "Do you think you could do it again sometime soon?"

	"Why don't you wake your sister and I'll teach you some things the three of us can all do together?"

	Bess squawked when Abigail pounced on her. After some insistent whispering between the girls passed, they went quiet. Not long after, there were more noises; the sounds of high-pitched giggling and then moans accompanied by the wet sounds of flesh on flesh.

	As Jane boarded her ship Sikes nodded to her. She returned his nod and went to her cabin. Once inside, she bolted the door and got undressed. Her bed was quite large, taking up much of the cabin that was located at the stern of the ship. Unlike other captains, she didn't conduct lavish dinners in here so she didn't need the room for much else. 

	The bed was her favorite luxury, piled with silks from the Orient. She loved getting naked in the middle of them and having them caress her skin. But now there was another luxury in her bed. With her arms and legs spread and her wrists and ankles secured by strips of silk, four year-old Susanna lay helplessly before Jane. 

	The little girl's golden curls were fanned out on the cloth and her blue eyes fastened on this strange woman who had been dressed like a man before she had undressed. Jane surveyed the captive child's body; the skin so white and flawless; two pale pink nipples dotting her chest and that plump, scrumptious-looking hairless mound with the dainty cleft between her thighs. 

	She was wearing the torn dress that she had on when Sikes had discovered her aboard the Albatross. On Jane's orders, he had secretly taken her off, hidden in a canvas bag as he joined a line of other sailors moving cargo. She had remained in Jane's cabin ever since. Her dress had been repaired enough to at least stay closed - there would be time for other dresses later - and she had been well-fed. Sikes had even fashioned a cloth doll for the little girl. 

	Dr. Silverman had treated her damaged bum, replacing the crude stitches with his own refined work and treating it with salves and ointments. Aside from some scarring inside, she would be fine. And to Jane's delight, he had reported that she still had her hymen intact.

	"Are you having fun, my little poppet?" Jane asked as she stroked the child's curls.

	"Mr. Sikes said it was a game," Susanna said tearfully. "He's a nice man but I'm scared."

	Jane cocked her head as she looked at the bound girl. 

	"Hmm, you shouldn't be this way at all," Jane announced as she turned around and pulled the knife from her clothing piled on a small table. 

	She turned back to Susanna with the knife in hand. With a loving smile, the woman took the knife and cut the child's dress down the front, severing the stitches that had repaired it. With a few more careful strokes, the sleeves were opened and Susanna lay completely naked and vulnerable.

	"There. That's much better, don't you think?" Jane asked as Susanna stared mutely at her. "Let's see if you taste as good as you look."

	In running a ship or engaging in combat or negotiations, Jane always acted directly. She did the same with sex. Jumping into bed, she quickly clamped her mouth to Susanna's bald pussy, sucking the delicate bulge of girl flesh into her mouth. Susanna was stunned as her tiny quim was sucked. She felt the occasional nip of Jane's teeth, but nothing that hurt her. And the woman's tongue didn't hurt at all.

	Jane tested every part of Susanna's pussy she could reach with her tongue. Her maidenhead resisted further penetration, but there was still plenty of four year-old cunt to enjoy. The little girl added more to the feast when her aroused sex began to lubricate. She was quite juicy by the time she was groaning and bucking her tiny crotch against the hungry captain's mouth. A shocked squeal and the tightening of her cunny signaled the child's orgasm. It was incredibly delicious to Jane as well as she sucked Susanna's nectar from her twat.

	"Good girl," said Jane as she lifted her face from between Susanna's legs. "You did very well in your first lesson."

	"I did?" Susanna asked. 

	She was quite confused. She always tried to be a good girl and the lady with the red hair was very happy, although Susanna didn't know why. Maybe it was because her kitty was very happy. 

	"Can I go?" the little girl asked, tugging at her silken bonds.

	"Not yet," Jane purred. "You have many lessons to go."

	She bent down and kissed Susanna on the lips. Susanna was startled again when the woman's tongue invaded her mouth, but was unable to say much about it aside from some noises that vibrated against Jane's mouth muscle. While tasting the little girl's mouth, Jane reached down and fingered the child's plump twat which was still wet from her cum. Jane slid her finger into the wet hole, marveling at just small a four year-old cunt could be as it wetly grasped her finger. 

	She pressed against Susanna's cherry and, as she was giving the girl's tongue a long lick, jammed her finger through the virgin membrane. Susanna's warbling cry was muffled by Jane's mouth. Now that she had penetrated the child, Jane buried her finger inside, reaching the cervix as her last knuckle brushed against Susanna's clit. She licked the girl's mouth harder while she finger-fucked her freshly deflowered pussy. The captain was relentless, pressing at different points in the tot's inexperienced sex until she found the most sensitive areas. The slick, wet channel grew hotter and new juices streamed as Jane's finger flew in and out of the four year-old's soupy twat.

	Finally, the tiny passage constricted around Jane's finger and another squeal sounded in the child's mouth as she came. Jane kept tongue-fucking her mouth until the girl's spasm's subsided. Jane lifted her head and, in full view of Susanna, slid her finger out from between the little girl's legs. It was coated with blood tinged pussy juice which Jane languidly sucked off. 

	Susanna's baby quim closed up again, stubbornly returning to its usual chubby form. Jane laughed.

	"You little quim is so pretty, even after it's been fucked."

	Susanna lifted her head and looked down at her cunny.

	"It's pretty?" she asked.

	"It's a very pretty place."

	"You poked it and it hurt."

	"Yes, I had to do it but you'll never hurt again when I go in there."

	"Was it a good lesson?"

	"Yes. And it's time for another one."

	Over the next few hours, Susanna learned all about cumming as she was fondled, licked, sucked, and fingered in many imaginative ways. She had never paid much attention to the peculiar little dots on her chest until Jane mouthed one with her lips, teeth and tongue while she drove her finger into the girl's pussy. Now her engorged nipple added more fuel to the fire between her legs and she wetly responded with another orgasmic burst. Jane immediately proceeded on with the next one.

	By the end of the lessons, the little girl's chest, tummy, face, and legs had been thoroughly washed in saliva. Even her chubby toes had been sucked while her pussy was fingered to more climaxes.

	"Now it's time for your test," Jane murmured as she untied Susanna's bonds.

	The little girt rubbed her wrists while Jane did the same to her ankles. Now that she was out of bondage, Susanna sat up in bed, but did not try to leave.

	"Do you know what this is called?" Jane asked, grazing Susanna's pussy with her finger.

	"It's called a kitty, but you said it was a pretty place."

	Jane chuckled at the unexpected answer. She was planning on teaching the tot some adult terms for it, but she couldn't argue that "pretty place" was not appropriate.

	"Well then," Jane said. "I want to eat your pretty place."

	Susanna had learned her lessons well, lying back and spreading her legs to offer herself to her captain. Pleased with the results, Jane leaned down and gently took the four year-old's twat in her teeth, gently shaking it and growling. Susanna giggled and squealed and kicked her legs in the air. The child now knew no fear in Jane's bed, which is just how the captain wanted it.

	The next morning, Jane lay in bed as she reviewed the ship's manifest, adding items to a list she wanted filled before leaving port. She wanted the men to have a few days of pleasure before leaving, though. And speaking of pleasure....

	Jane set the book down as the early throes of her orgasm began. A mass of silky blonde curls jiggled at her crotch as Susanna hungrily ate the woman's cunt. After her first lesson in cunnilingus, the little girl had been extremely pleased with herself that she could make Jane feel the same way that Jane had done to her. Feeling quite grown up, she had done it twice more without being asked. Her small tongue was a wonderful thing when buried inside Jane's snatch.

	When her climax was done, Jane's mouth was aching for a taste of baby pussy.  But before she took the little girl, she made a note to her list.

	"I need to buy you some pretty dresses," she told Susanna. "Some to wear in town and some to wear on deck. Oh, and I need to get you something to wear in my cabin. No, wait, you're already wearing it!"

	Susanna looked down at her completely naked body and laughed. Then Jane pushed the girl onto her back and began her breakfast.

	Four days later, Bess and Abigail were polishing some items in Walter's shop when a man in an expensive coat and powdered wig came into the store. He asked to see Walter, but hardly took his eyes from the girls while he talked to the former pirate. 

	For some reason, he wanted some manacles made of silver, ones that could be adjusted to fit an adult or someone much smaller. Walter was uneasy about the man, regardless of how finely he was dressed. And the way he kept staring at the girls, particularly Abigail, didn't help.

	"And one other thing," the man said. "I need to train a serving girl on my plantation in Virginia. Someone properly mannered so I can also take her to my London residence. I'm sure a man like you is of limited means, so I am offering to take your younger girl under my protection."

	"What?!"

	"I find that if a servant is trained at a very early age," the man explained, unruffled by Walter's outburst. "That she is much better at her...er, labors as she gets older."

	"She's not for sale."

	"Oh come now. She can't be that useful here. But if you favor that daughter, I'll take the other one. My gold is perfectly good, I assure you."

	"Fuck you and your gold, you pompous shit!" Walter roared. "Get out!"

	"See here! I am a member of the nobility and a-"

	"I don't care if you're the bloody Queen of Egypt. OUT!"

	Walter trembled as the man left in a huff. He treated the girls right - in and out of bed. The thought of those manacles and a man who thought he could get anything he wanted made his blood run cold.

	Sir James Bartholomew was in a black rage. While on his way to Bridgetown to arrange for some shipments, another ship had passed and told his ship of the capture of Harry Flagg. Sir James had arrived in Barbados only to find that the bloody fool of a governor had already executed Flagg. The pirate had cost him three prime pieces of little girlhood and he wanted to see the man's final struggles. 

	He was intrigued by the two little girls in the craftsman's shop. If the man had two daughters, why not give one up to a person of superior breeding and birthright? Back in England, there were plenty of starving families who were eager to do that. But no, the man - a mere tradesman - had rudely refused him. 

	The problem was that Sir James had to be careful about acquiring too many young girls or tongues would wag. Already, he had suspicions that rumors were floating about, but he couldn't be sure. Still, if he were in London, he could have had the man arrested on some charge and have the girls carted off in the night. Alas, Bridgetown was no London.

	In his funk, Sir James had wandered down by the docks. A large, well-kept ship was being loaded for a voyage. It was at the end of a row of piers. Then Sir James noticed a little girl with blonde hair hanging down in long curls playing near some crates, apparently to keep out of the way of the loading work. 

	Sir James looked around. The crates shielded the girl from the view of the rest of the pier. Walking quickly up to her, Sir James grabbed her by the arm, startling the child and making her drop a cloth doll. Surprised blue eyes that nearly matched her dress looked up at him as he dragged her further in the shadows.

	"Little girls should not be alone on the piers," he scolded the girl. "Now come with me."

	"No!" the girl shouted and tried to break free.

	Sir James wrapped his other arm around her, but she was squirming fiercely. Her struggles as he held her against his body aroused him and he reached down and clutched at her crotch through the fabric of her dress. Yes, there was that tiny cunt. He turned to leave, eyeing a quick getaway down an alley to wear he kept a shipping office. He could deposit the girl there for safekeeping until he was ready to sail tomorrow.

	"Hold there!" a woman shouted from behind her.

	Sir James turned around to see a red-haired woman dressed in a man's clothing. The little girl in his arms broke free and ran to the woman.

	"He tried to take me and he touched me in my pretty place," the child sobbed.

	Despite the predicament he was in, Sir James was amused by the girl's terminology. A pretty place, indeed. He would have to remember that one. 

	"Do you see Mr. Sikes over there?" the woman asked the girl, who nodded. "Tell him I said to take you to my cabin."

	The girl scampered off to a man who looked at the red-haired woman and nodded. Then he left with the child in tow. The woman then turned back to Sir James with ice in her eyes.

	"Just what the hell were you doing?" she said as she stalked up to him while he backed away a few steps.

	"Madame, I saw a child alone," Sir James said in a condescending tone. "I was going to take her someplace safe."

	"While grabbing her cunt?"

	Sir James was shocked by both the woman's language and her manner toward him. After all, he was a gentlemen and she was some sort of tramp dressed like a man. He was also acutely aware that no one else could see either one of them.

	"She was wriggling about and my hand must have brushed against her...unmentionables. I can assure you that I meant no harm to your daughter. What she said was simply the mistake of an innocent child. I-"

	Sir James stopped when Jane whipped out the knife she had purchased from Walter and pressed the tip against his throat. Although he was a head taller than she, Sir James was sufficiently cowed by the cold steel and the colder eyes. 

	"Wrong," the woman said. "She's not so innocent. And she's not my daughter, she's my lover."

	Ever the gentleman, Sir James had the grace to look stunned at that revelation just before Jane pushed the blade into his neck.

	




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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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