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There were seventeen children - boys and girls of every color from between six and thirteen - crossing the plank slung between the two ships.

Most of the children looked terrified. Some were crying, others merely unhappy. One or two even looked resentful. But they were all naked and helpless, with their hands bound behind their backs.

The children, all connected by a rope at their necks, were unsure of their footing as they marched at sword-point across the narrow plank. The ones who dared to glance down at the heavy green sea lapping noisily between the two ships saw several of the bodies of the men who had died defending their ship from the pirates.

In terror, one small white girl stopped in the middle of the plank. She would have halted the whole movement but a sharp tug on the rope at her neck from the small black boy in front forced her to continue - though it made her stumble. It looked, just for a beat, as if she would fall and perhaps drag most of the others with her to a watery grave. But she staggered on, to the jeers and laughter of the pirates watching and the no doubt relief of the bound children who witnessed her hesitation.

'Get them below, Mr Simmonds,' said the captain watching from close by the ship's wheel. 'Unharmed. They'll be worth some ransom in port if they're in one piece. And I mean one piece.'

'And the ship?' The pirate ship's second in command grinned through broken, yellowed teeth, enjoying the sight of so many naked children, in particular the pubescent girls with their small but prominent tits, but he nodded at the ship alongside. 'We takin' that hulk in tow?'

'You're right, it is a hulk. There'll be nothing of value as a prize. Strip anything useful or valuable then burn it.' The captain turned away but stopped. 'Oh yes, and Mr Simmonds, I do mean the children unharmed. Put a guard on the brig and if anyone tries to molest the children I'll have him flogged and put on a desert island. Then bring me the leader.'

'You think they'll have a boss among them? They're only kids.'

'Indeed I do think that. There's something about that ship that intrigues me. One of those kids will speak for them all, hopefully in English.'

'Aye, captain,' grinned the number two, swinging himself forward to issue instructions. Already one of the crew had got hold of a delightful teenager's breasts and the captain wouldn't be pleased. Less so that one of the small boys was having his small prick made hard with some deft rubbing by a cackling, bearded old man.

A wager, no doubt, to see if he was old enough to cum.

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From the captain's cabin window there was a perfect view of the blazing hulk drifting away behind them. A knock at the door announced the leader of these children had been found and the captain turned from the view, calling out: 'Enter.'

Spanish Jake, one of a number of the pirates who spoke the language, pushed a naked young teenage girl into the cabin. The child had her hands tied behind her but more coarse rope had been added around her chest and upper arms, reducing her opportunities to struggle. The captain noted that the child's emerging breasts had not been bound over but the rope had been tied to squeeze the small tits outwards, making the brown nipples more prominent.

The girl, black haired but pale skinned and blemish free which suggested she was from a wealthy family, was also hobbled by a short rope between her ankles.

'This 'un's the one you'd be needin' to see, captain', chuckled the man. 'Quite a minx she is. Damn nearly had Hodder's only good eye out.'

'She speak English?' The captain studied the girl's face. Proud, defiant. Very pretty. A look of intense surprise on the youngster's face.

'Dunno,' snorted Jake. 'Spanish, but I don't reck-'

'You - you are a woman.' The naked, bound girl exclaimed as she got over her shock at what she saw.

'Ah, I think we have found she speaks the same as us. I am indeed a woman,' said the female captain with a laugh. 'But I am still captain of this good ship.'

Anger replaced the amazement on the girl's face. 'Good ship! You are foul pirates, scum of the seas! Vermin of the Devil! You raid honest travelers and kill those who loyally serve the King of Spain. You murder and unnnthh! Hmmmff!'

Spanish Jake, prepared as any good pirate should be, wedged a knotted strip of cloth between the girl's teeth. He tied off the gag behind the child's raven hair, reducing the Spanish girl's stream of invective to a series of muffled sounds. The girl shook her head angrily but the gag was there to stay.

'Tie her legs together and then leave us,' said the captain. 'She won't do me any harm and when she calms I may allow her to speak. Oh, Jake, an extra swig of rum for your foresight in bringing the gag.'

'Aye captain,' grinned the man as he ducked down and swiftly retied the ropes at the teenager's ankles so the child's legs were clamped tight together. He nodded to the captain and retreated from of the cabin, leaving the two females alone.

'You disappoint me,' said the woman, turning back to the large window, watching the burning ship slip further behind them. 'I wanted to speak to the leader of this band of children and find out the story of how so many young people come to be in one place at one time. It would also help if you could tell me you point of departure and your destination.'

The naked, bound girl grunted something unintelligible and glowered at the captain.

'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.'