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story_codes: MMM+/ggg (11,6, 4), rape, oral, anal, first

story_intro: It's 1723 and two young sisters are on their way to the New World after being sold into indentured servitude by their unfortunate father. But their voyage takes a brutal detour when their ship is waylaid by pirates. And althoughthey don't know it yet, they and another girl have some special little treasures the pirates lust after. 

story_language: English



Pirate Bounty: Captured

Written by madvlad


	"You and your sister will stay out of trouble and do as you're told until you reach Jamestown. Once there, Sir James' agent will take you to his house. Understand?"

	"Yes sir," Bess replied with a careful nod. 

	Beside her, Abigail squeezed her older sister's hand, unable to stop the stream of tears from her eyes. The look that Mr. Mains gave the girls implied that he did not believe that they would stay out of trouble or do as they were told. But shortly, they would not be his problem anymore.

	With their brown hair, brown eyes, and similar facial lines, it was obvious that eleven year-old Bess and six year-old Abigail were sisters. Their father was a cooper with a run of bad luck. In the previous six months that straddled the years 1722 and 1723, he had first lost his wife and then several pounds in bad business. The only thing that kept him from debtor's prison was the deal that his creditor, one Sir James Bartholomew, was willing to make.

	In exchange for the indentured service of his two daughters, Samuel Dawes would have his debt erased. At least his two surviving sons would stay with him to help with the family business. The normal length of indenture was seven years, but due to the young age of the girls and the limited amount of labor they could physically perform, each was to serve their new master until her twenty-first birthday. It might seem unfair, but they were the daughters of an indebted tradesman while Sir James was a gentleman.

	Mr. Mains led the girls up the gang plank of the sailing ship, Ceylon. Captain Hardwick, a rather plump man with a florid complexion and untidy gray hair was standing on the quarterdeck. The first mate, Mr. Gibbons was as thin as Hardwick was fat and had a look of seemingly permanent indignation fixed to his long face. 

	"These two are for Sir James," Mr. Mains informed the captain.

	"Indeed they are," Hardwick said as he leered at the two little girls. "Well, they're certainly in for some hard work in Virginia Colony. Probably not in the fields, though. They look more like the kind Sir James prefers doing his housework, especially in the bed chambers."

	"Leave the speculation as to the labors of others alone, Captain," Mr. Mains said brusquely. "Especially while you are also accepting Sir James' gold."

	Hardwick gave a sharp jerk of his chin and glowered at Mains, but said no more. Mains left and two hours later, the Ceylon left port in Plymouth for the journey across the Atlantic.

	Bess counted herself and Abigail lucky as they were among the few "free" indentured servants. Most of them were convicts and were chained in cramped quarters in a cargo hold where their seven-year indentures would be sold upon arrival in Jamestown. She and her sister were relatively free to roam the main deck when they weren't in the common room they shared with those people who had volunteered for servitude in exchange for transport to the New World. 

	Once, Bess had managed a glimpse inside the convict's hold. It was dark and smelled of things best not thought of. One boy whose ankle was chained to an elderly man looked to be no older than Bess.  

	On the main deck, the sisters were careful to steer clear of Mr. Gibbons. The first mate seemed to be perpetually outraged at everything and snapped at the girls more than once. Bess had heard one sailor mention that Gibbons was chaffing for the chance to be a captain and held nothing but disdain for Hardwick.

	Bess had learned to avoid Hardwick as well. Once, she had stumbled slightly as the ship rocked. The captain had grabbed her to keep her from falling, but then kept his hand lingering in place, feeling the girl's firm buttock through the linsey-woolsey fabric of her dress. As Bess blushed and stepped away, he gave her rump an extra squeeze before letting her go and giving her the same leer he had done when Mains brought her aboard.

	Bess was unsure what to do as the captain's touch seemed most inappropriate, but there was little she really could do as he was the supreme law aboard the vessel. She wondered if he was trying to do that mysterious thing with her that husbands and wives did. She knew little about that aside from the odd noises her parents used to make in the dark before God took her mother away.

	In their cabin, Bess took comfort that the captain could not fit in the narrow shelf that she and Abigail used as a bunk. They shared it with an even younger girl; a four year-old with golden curls named Susanna. Susanna couldn't adequately explain why, but she was also being sent to serve Sir James.

	"Sir James must be very rich," Abigail said one evening. "He has a whole town named after him."

	"Jamestown was named for a king, not for Sir James," Bess corrected her.

	"Still, it must be fun to pretend the town is his. I'm sure he thinks it's quite jolly. Do you think he's a kind man?"

	"I don't know," said Bess as a sleeping Susanna burrowed her face into Bess' shoulder.

	For reasons she couldn't explain, Bess didn't think Sir James was a very kind man.

	"Damnation! They're pirates for sure!"

	"Beat to quarters! All hands make ready!"

	Bess and Abigail were shooed from the main deck as Captain Hardwick and First Mate Gibbons eyed an approaching ship through their spyglasses. They huddled in their small cabin with the others, stealing frightened looks at the wooden planking above as they heard the shouts and thudding feet of sailors. 

	The Ceylon was an armed merchantman, and Bess, Abigail and Susanna clutched each other as they heard and felt the roar of the ships guns. After another fusillade, a horrendous series of crashes marked the success of the enemy brigantine's volley. Although smaller than the Ceylon, the pirate ship's crew seemed quicker and more accurate than the gunners of the lumbering cargo vessel.

	The smoke of gunpowder seeped into the cabin, making the occupants cough and their eyes water. Fortunately, their wracking coughs drowned out the mortal screams of men torn apart by hot iron. 

	As the smoke thinned, the sound of heavy guns had been replaced by the smaller, sharper retorts of musket fire. Then it was joined by the clang of metal on metal as the ship was boarded. The adults in the room moaned in fear, which didn't help the nerves of the three young girls. Bess took a thin blanket and covered all three of them in a desperate attempt to hide.

	From beneath the covers, they later heard the cabin door slam open with a splintering thud. The screams of the other passengers mixed with the rough voices of new men and then all was quiet in the room aside from the muffled shouts from the deck above.

	Bess hugged Abigail and Susanna close, praying that the quivering mass beneath the blanket would go unnoticed. Her prayers stopped when the blanket was ripped from them.

	"Oh ho! What have we here?" said a loud, poorly shaven man with a sword in his hand. "Up topside - all of you!"

	On the main deck, Mr. Gibbons had a particularly strong look of outrage and indignation on his face - except for the pulpy mess where a musket ball had smashed through his right eye and into his brain. He lay sprawled on the deck where he had fallen. Bess caught a brief glimpse of Captain Hardwick's boots and a portion of his legs before they ended abruptly; the courtesy of a cannon ball that had obliterated much of the rest of him before sending his head and shoulders over the railing.

	Other crewmen were held at bay by armed pirates. The few other passengers were with them, having been relieved of their valuables. The convicts had been brought to the main deck as well. Those who were fit enough and willing to join the pirates had their leg irons struck free. 

	Bess, Abigail, and Susanna were ushered to an unshaven man with a scar that ran across his cheek to the ruin of what had once been his left nostril. He was looking through a leather-bound ledger and muttering angrily as he shook his head. Abigail wrinkled her nose as they approached - he smelled of bad meat and something gone sour.

	"Found these hiding below Cap'n," the pirate informed the other man.

	"Captain Harry Flagg of the Albatross, at your service," the man said with exaggerated grace. "It's good to see that some of this ship's cargo will be of use to us. The rest - ink, paper, plows - pure shit on the high seas."

	"Please have mercy. We-we're not cargo," Bess mumbled, but it was just loud enough for Flagg's ears to receive.

	Flagg's eyebrow's raised on his soot-smeared forehead.

	"Oh really?" he said. "Let's see what the ship's manifest says."

	Licking a finger, Flagg leafed through the book. He had once been a clerk before his significant career change and his literacy - a rarity among sailors - had been part of the reason that the others had selected him as their captain. Finding what he was searching for, Flagg read aloud for all to hear.

	"Here we are. 'Elisabeth Dawes, age eleven. Abigail Dawes, age six. Susanna Weston, age four. Being delivered to Sir James Bartholomew for indentured servitude unto their twenty-first birthdays.' That makes you cargo. But you're now ours and Sir James can go fuck himself."

	The other pirates laughed with their captain's announcement. The girls were brought to the Albatross, a grungy, two-masted ship that had laid waste to the Ceylon. The rest of the crew, including the new members from the ranks of the convicts, boarded as well. They set sail, leaving the shattered Ceylon and its remaining crew to fend for themselves.

	The girls were unceremoniously dumped in what appeared to be the crew's quarters. On board the Ceylon, the crewmen's hammocks were stowed every morning to make the space ready for other uses during the day. But on the Albatross, a few soiled ones remained hanging from the timbers. A few hours after abandoning the Ceylon, a crewman came down and took Bess by the elbow.

	"Cap'n wants you on deck, missy."

	Abigail hugged an equally frightened Susanna close to her, whimpering as her older sister was taken away. Once on deck, Bess was taken to Flagg, who looked positively delighted to see her.

	"Look lively, lads. It's time to inspect our cargo!"

	Bess was abruptly grabbed from behind and held while Flag gripped the collar of her dress. With a sharp tug, he tore it open nearly to her waist. Flagg licked his lips with a purplish tongue as he surveyed the eleven year-old's budding breasts. They protruded perhaps an inch from her chest, each capped by a dark pink nipple. 

	Bess' embarrassment at being exposed was doubled when the captain roughly fondled her tender new mounds. A roughly chewed fingernail dug a scratch in her left tit deep enough to draw blood.

	"She's just starting to ripen," Flagg said before he released her chest and took her dress in his hands again. He pulled on the ruined fabric again, opening it nearly to the hem. "But she's not too ripe, yet," he added.

	Bess could practically feel the captain's leer on her private parts as he hungrily gazed at her hairless cunny. Her heart thudded inside her naked chest as she feared he might put one of his hands there as well.

	"To the mast with her, boys," he bellowed.

	Someone pulled Bess' torn dress from her before she was carried to the mast where she was lifted and placed with her back against it. Her arms were pulled behind her and tied at each wrist. The limbs weren't long enough to reach completely around the mast, so they were pulled tight before her bonds were strung together and tied. Then her legs were spread and tied in a similar fashion. Lastly, one long length of rope was pulled across her stomach and tied on the other side of the mast. She couldn't even squirm in her bonds.

	Flagg opened his pants and approached her. Bess was horrified by the stiff, ugly thing in his hand he was brandishing like weapon.

	"Tell me, girl. Have you ever had a proper cock?" the pirate captain asked.

	"No," Bess replied tearfully as Flagg mashed the head of his prick against the soft mound of her innocent sex. The child's pliant labia parted as the filthy glans burrowed between the smooth rolls of flesh.

	"Well then, you're about to start with an improper cock!" Flagg brayed as his men roared.

	Flagg lunged forward, tearing his way into the eleven year-old's virgin hole. It took a few more violent thrusts to open her up completely; the tender tissues of her untried vagina being forced to expand abruptly and prematurely. When Flagg pulled partway out, a crimson stream of blood washed his member and showed everyone the prize he had just taken. Then he slammed in again, this time spearing into the little girl's cunt until he was pushing against her cervix.

	Bess could not comprehend the level of pain she was enduring from between her legs. The horrid captain kept hunching inside of her, seemingly stirring her straining innards with his cruel cock. Her cunny muscles were on fire and every brutal thrust increased the agony. There was an odd ringing in her ears that she eventually recognized as her own screaming.

	Flagg was enjoying his pretty little piece of cargo. There was nothing quite like a little girl's twat, all slick and grasping around his cock, to make him feel like a king. He clawed at her barely developing young chest, pinching and twisting the diminutive teats, knowing she'd never forget the first man to play with them - as well as the first to give her a hard prick. As fun as her sprouting breasts were, her snug little pussy was bringing him to the edge and he grunted as he injected the preteen with his semen.

	Bess felt the hot wetness entering somewhere deep inside of her, unaware of how fortunate she was that her young womb was not yet ready for conception as Flagg poured copious amounts of sperm into her ravaged body. When he finally pulled out, Bess was confused as to why his horrible thing was bleeding. Then she looked down at her bald cunt and saw the blood, laced with strange white globs, dripping from her stretched opening. When she opened her mouth to cry some more, she fell silent instead and fainted.

	Bess awoke a minute later as a bucket of seawater was emptied onto her. At first, she was confused as to where she was and what was happening. But the searing fire in her groin and the leering faces of the pirates brought everything back in painful clarity.

	"That's better, then," one of the crewmen said as he stepped up to her with his cock at the ready. "I want to hear you tell me how much you love feeling my cock when it goes in your juicy little clam."

	Bess screamed her reply as he forcefully entered her tortured pussy. As the excruciating thrusts inside of her resumed, she saw the faces of the others eagerly waiting their turn.

	It was countless men later and Bess had mercifully lost track of how many had taken her. Her buttocks were scratched from rubbing against the mast as each man worked his cock into her cunt, which had remained resiliently tight. It was always the same - the painful mauling of her precious little teats and the hard ramming between her legs that always ended with a hot slimy gush further inside.

	She noticed several men who had already raped her disappearing down a hatchway that led to where Abigail and Susanna were being held. In her agony, she hoped they would leave the smaller girls alone, but her hopes were dashed shortly thereafter when she heard her sister's wails.

	Abigail and Susanna had sat clutching each other as they heard Bess screaming endlessly somewhere above. So frightened by the sounds, they remained frozen as one of the men pulled Abigail from the deck. Her thin dress was short work and very quickly the six year-old struggled as rough hands explored the smoothness of her bared body.

	She wound up being held with her back resting against one man's chest while he held her legs open. Another man kept pressing something hard against her private place. The little girl didn't understand what was happening, but became even more frightened when she saw what looked like blood on the man's thing. It would have been worse if she had known the stains were from her sister.

	"Hell, she won't open up!" the man panted.

	"Yer in too much of a hurry, Davy," another sailor said. "Get out of the way and I'll take a go at her. Slow and steady is the way to get into these itty bitty ones."

	"Fuck that!" Davy spat. "I won first crack when we drew lots. And first crack I'll have. We'll just use her as a boy."

	Several others muttered their agreement and Abigail was placed belly-down across the width of the hammock. The men bunched the canvas together so that her arms were hanging down from one side and her legs dangled from the other. Then her hands and feet were pulled underneath, with her left wrist and left ankle lashed together. The same was done with the right side; leaving Abigail folded over on the waist-high hammock.

	Davy spat on his hand and wet his rampant prick. Abigail sobbed as he seized her pert white buttocks and fondled the soft little globes before pulling them apart. After placing his cock at her puckered hole, Davy grabbed Abigail by the hips and savagely rammed against her. The six year-old's anus stretched as much as it could before tearing a little as the pirate's prick thundered its way into the child's virgin ass. 

	Abigail momentarily black out from the explosion of pain in her rear end. It seemed impossible, but something was inside of her back there, punching inward and pulling her rectal tissues taut. Tied in place, there was nothing for the girl to do but to howl in agony as her ass was breached.

	The hammock swayed back and forth as Davy pulled Abigail on and off of his cock. Inside her savaged rectum, her blood mingled with the stains that Abigail had left on Davy's cock. The little girl's ass was ripped just enough to make it slick and Davy was able to pump her on his cock very rapidly while a bloody froth seeped out and stained the small crevice between her buttocks. The other pirates cheered him on as he buggered the defenseless six year-old until he planted boiling gobs of jism into Abigail's guts.

	No sooner had Davy stepped aside when another man lanced into the girl's tiny, abused ass with another dose of adult-sized cock. Over the remainder of the day, others came down to enjoy the plunder of Abigail's tender young rump, each living a sticky mess inside of her. And then there was the smallest girl to consider.

	Susanna was petrified and offered no resistance when her dress was torn from her. Calloused fingers probed the softness of her tiny cuntlet before the men decided she was too small. 

	"She'd be a great fuck on the first push, but then she'd burst like an egg," opined one man as the others gave their grudging assent. 

	"She's still good for one thing," rumbled a dark featured man the others simply called The Turk. "Open your mouth girl. No, wide!"

	Susanna stood with her mouth open, staring fearfully with her teary eyes as The Turk pulled his cock out.

	"No teeth or I pull 'em out," The Turk warned.

	Grabbing a bunch of yellow curls in each hand, The Turk crammed his prick into Susanna's mouth. She gagged and finally struggled when he hit the back of her mouth, but he was undeterred and pulled on her hair and bucked his hips until his meat was wedged deep inside the four year-old's throat.

	Susanna's tiny fists beat against The Turk's legs, making the huge man laugh as he fucked her pretty little face. Gradually, her punches slowed and then stopped as she struggled for breath. Just as the edges of her vision began to grow dim, The Turk pulled out, allowing the girl to suck in some much needed air. Then he followed her breath with some huge wads of jism in her mouth and on her face. 

	When Susanna tried to spit his cum out, The Turk clamped his hand over her mouth, holding it shut until the little girl was forced to swallow his load. After his semen splashed into her belly, Susanna was struggling to get more air when the next man shoved himself into her mouth. By the time he had sent his seed down her gullet, Susanna's throat was starting to ache. It did not deter the other men from using the tot as another cum dump.

	It was sometime during the night when Bess' unconscious form was dumped into room. Overhead, the pirates snored in their hammocks while their three little victims stirred painfully during their exhausted slumber.

	"Abigail? Are you all right?" Bess croaked the next morning. 

	Despite hearing her sister scream the day before, Bess could see no injury to Abigail's pussy.

	"It hurts so much," Abigail moaned.

	"What does?"

	"Where they did bad things," the six year-old said as she rolled over, showing Bess her bruised and bloody ass. 

	Bess could see the sticky red residue of blood and cum that practically glued the little girl's buttocks together. It was the same stuff that was caked all over her pussy and inner thighs. Abigail looked at Bess and cried when she saw her sister's messy crotch.

	"That's where they tried to hurt me first," Abigail sobbed.

	"What about Susanna?" Bess asked, looking at where the naked little blonde lay curled up against a bulkhead.

	"They were so horrible," Abigail explained. "They made her open her mouth and then they...ugh!"

	Hearing the other girls, Susanna woke up and rolled over. Her once bright blonde hair was matted with dried cum. More of it was crusted on her face, especially around her mouth, and random splatters covered other areas of her body.

	"They hurt me and they pushed Abigail's bottom," Susanna said to Bess as she crawled over to them. 

	Bess freed an arm from Abigail and hugged Susanna close to her.

	The next day passed without being raped. Abigail and Susanna thought that meant their ordeal was over, but Bess knew it would happen again. That night, all three girls were pulled up to the main deck where many lanterns were lit.

	"Time to use some fresh holes," Captain Flagg proclaimed before favoring Susanna with a resigned look. "Except for you. It's more eating cock until you're a bit bigger. Hate to have to throw fresh meat overboard if we fuck you to death."

	Bess and Abigail were thrown on top of a large crate; Bess face down and Abigail facing up. Bess was ordered to get up on her elbows and move so that her face was directly over Abigail's.
"Now watch your sister's pretty little cunt," Flagg said to Bess. If you move your eyes away or close 'em, we'll pull 'em right out of your head."

	Bess watched with a sickness in her heart as a pirate pulled Abigail's legs apart until the child yelped. The soft swell of the six year-old's hairless pussy gleamed whitely in the lantern light. Her cunny lips, which were normally clasped so tightly together bulged apart as the cock head pressed between them.

	"Bess, please make them stop!" Abigail cried, but there was nothing an eleven year-old could do against this crew.

	Abigail's next shrieks were louder as her rapist jabbed his prick into her virgin cuntlet, shredding her maidenhead. Between Abigail's cries, Bess could hear the meaty, gurgling sounds as the huge prick descended inside her little sister's pussy. The neat, bald little mons that had been there a minute ago was now a stretched ring of little girl flesh rimmed with dripping redness around the opening where the thrusting shaft violated the child.

	As she watched her sister's brutal deflowering with horror, Bess was not even aware of Flagg readying himself behind her. But the preteen became very much aware when he entered her ass with a hard stab. Flagg swore with pleasure as his cock became encased in the little girl's silky rectum

	Through the agony blazing in her ravaged cunny and the sound of her own cries, Abigail heard Bess scream. With knowledge a six year-old shouldn't have, Abigail realized what was happening to her big sister. She couldn't bear to turn her eyes upward as she heard the sound of a prick rasping into a tight young ass. But like Bess, there was nothing she could do but suffer through another endless round of raping.

	The pirate inside of Abigail's pussy had sampled cunt all over the world. But this six year-old and her tight body was the best. Her ass had been incredible, but the hot slickness of her immature sex tube was absolutely the finest. He said as much to the sobbing child, but she didn't appreciate the compliment coming from the man rutting between her small legs. He mental shrugged and kept slamming away until he filled her little womb with a lusty load of jism.

	The second man was happily pumping away inside of Abigail's tiny pussy when Flagg neared the end of his run inside Bess' ass. He reached forward, moving his hands from Bess' narrow hips to her puffy little breasts. His grip was agony on her tortured flesh and he squeezed hard, making the small nipples bulge through his fingers. With a final brutal shove, he buried his cock fully inside the girl and emptied his balls as deeply into her colon as he could.

	Susanna watched, crying silently as her two friends were violated. Then a pirate tapped her on the shoulder. 

	"That looks like fun, doesn't it?" he said. "I bet you can hardly wait to grow a little more so you can do that."

	Without giving time for the frightened little girl to answer, he took his prick from his trousers and placed one hand on top of Susanna's head. Knowing what was expected and fearing the worst if she didn't comply, the little girl opened wide and swallowed the presented cock with her warm, soft mouth and throat.

	For the next two weeks, it was the same tortuous routine with long sessions pirate cocks invading little girl holes; sometimes in the day and other times at night. It all became one grueling blur for the girls, punctuated by two particularly horrible occurrences.

	The first had been during a daytime rape. Susanna had just been revived with a bucket of seawater after blacking out during a prolonged throat-fucking. It usually happened at least once during their gang bangs as the little girl became starved for oxygen.

	On a whim, one of the crew tossed her belly-first on top of a capstan, a large winch used to pull ropes. As the tot groggily recovered from her fainting, the man wet his finger and shoved it through her asshole. He pulled on the tight ring, making it stretch while Susanna began to panic.

	"No! No! No!" she yelled, having seen Bess and Abigail buggered enough to know what was about to happen.

	Despite his admonition to leave Susanna's lower holes untouched for the time being, Flagg was interested to see how the little tyke would handle this. Abel, the sailor with Susanna, pulled his finger out and jammed his cock between her small buttocks. Now Susanna struggled in earnest, but Abel held her fast by her hips and jerked her toward him as he slammed his body forward.

	The four year-old's anus was no match for the pirate's prick, stretching and tearing as he punctured his way into her little ass. When she screeched in pain and protest, the others stopped what they were doing for a moment; amazed that so loud a noise came from such a tiny body. 

	Abel kept ramming against her, making the child's tight rectum pull wide as it was penetrated inch by agonizing inch. When he could go no further, he paused to admire his handiwork, gazing at her tiny ass globes as they were spread apart by the thick shaft jammed between them. As tight as the four year-old was, her anal chute was nearly as difficult to pull out of as it was to enter.

	But Abel worked the girl's ass over, resolutely thrusting in and out of her helpless toddler rump as her body's natural moisture, aided by some of her blood, slowly made her easier to fuck. Susanna's eyes remained wide open and she made small gagging noises as her cruel sodomy continued. Her tiny rectum and torn anus tightly wrapped the pirate's cock in her heat until he could take no more and blew his wad deep inside her formerly virgin bowels.

	When Abel pulled out, a gush of dark blood followed him. Susanna immediately fainted again and Flagg cursed as he called for one of the other men. The other sailor was a surprisingly adept ship's surgeon, having opted to join the Albatross after years of subsisting on a pittance of wages from the Royal Navy.

	After stitching the child's rear and packing it with an ointment-soaked rag, the surgeon said that she would survive, but cautioned against any further anal sex until she was a little older and could take it without too much damage. Susanna was quite groggy from her ordeal and from the rum that had been forced down her throat before the surgeon operated. She did not struggle when Flagg shoved his cock into her mouth, fucking her until his balls were slapping her chin. After depositing a filthy load of semen into the tot's belly, he proclaimed her face open for business again to the cheers of his crew.

	The second time was a night when The Turk planted his sizeable cock up Bess' ass, holding her against him as he stood upright, forcing the child up and down on his prick. The girth in her anal cavity seemed to push Bess' hairless cunt out a little bit, striking the captain's fancy. 

	Taking his place in front of her, Flagg crammed his prick into her the eleven year-old's defenseless little quim, making her bald mound spread grossly. Bess shrieked as she was doubly penetrated, but she could not extract herself from between the pair. Her rectum and pussy were stretched to the point where she feared they would burst apart at any moment. But Flagg and The Turk only laughed as they heaved against her from both sides, rubbing their cocks inside the child's tight holes until they fouled her body with more jism. It would be a day before Bess could try to walk again.

	It was near noon one day after another long and brutal night when the girls awoke in the berthing area. Sunlight filtered through the poorly caulked deck above, highlighting the filth of the unwashed hammocks still hanging. Bess groaned as she stretched her aching, soiled body. Abigail and Susanna faced similar torment.

	A sailor came into the cabin and poked around in the corner before tossing some torn rags at the girls.

	"You two," he barked, pointing at Bess and Abigail. "Get dressed."

	The sisters recognized the ruins of their dresses and put them on, holding the fronts together with their hands as they went to the door. When Susanna tried to follow, the pirate pushed her to the floor, leaving her alone and crying as he shoved the other girls to the ladder.

	Their tortured orifices protested as the girls slowly climbed the ladder. Once on deck, they blinked in the bright sun before they saw a larger ship with its sails neatly trimmed nearing the Albatross. Captain Flagg saw the girls and addressed them as he jabbed a thumb at the nearing vessel.

	"That's the Saint Agnes. We're low on powder and ball, but you two should serve nicely as trade fodder. It's just too bad we didn't have more time to enjoy the pleasure of your company."

	With their throbbing asses and pussies, Bess and Abigail thought otherwise. As the sailors on the Saint Agnes tossed mooring lines to the Albatross, each girl swallowed nervously, wondering what awaited them on this new ship.

	
To Be Continued...


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