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By *yron69 OP Man
over a year ago
Fareham |
Continued from The Adventures of Charlotte
It was 1635 and Charlotte De Lancey was an orphan from the streets of London.
Caught thieving whilst trying to survive, she was condemned to sl@very in one of the hellish early English settlements in the West Indies.
An attractive young woman in her early twenties she already had had a lifetime of adventures in grimy London. However the ship she was on was shipwrecked in a storm but by good fortune she survived but was then captured by Indians who however had treated her well and also introduced her to new exotic sexual practices. In turn she was taken by the Spanish but was saved by a good Spanish nobleman.
Tonight however, Charlotte faced another fierce foe in the form of some English brigands and their leader had offered her an ultimatum:
accept their sexual advances, be fed to the sharks or abandon her back to the Spanish.
She had lied to the Spanish and the nobleman was now gone. They would surely treat her harshly when they found out they could not actually ransom her to any living relatives.
The men now around her were runaways or castaways of various levels of cunning. It was the very early days of piracy and was not actually approved of by the English Crown although it went on anyway preying mainly on Spanish galleons laden with gold.
Men with knives circled Charlotte and she eyed them carefully and having lived on the tough streets of London for many years she could certainly fight and look after herself.
Quickly she moved and grabbed one by the wrist of his knife carrying arm. She yanked him off-balance and he dropped the weapon. No sooner had she picked it up then she held it to the throat of another.
The captain roared “A wildcat! I wanted a petite Spanish lady and you bring me this feisty English wrench!”
He laughed as did the men.
“I assure you Sir, I will cut the throat of any man who dares to attack me” Charlotte threatened with glowing eyes and gritted teeth. Their was a pause and then the captain spoke
“Lads, looks like she will fit right in! Drop your weapons and give the girl some space.”
Charlotte hesitated but then let the sailor go.
“Give her some brandy otherwise she’ll think we are not gentlemen” laughed the captain.
A cup of brandy was quickly found for Charlotte and she sipped it.
“Well my girl…it’s like this, we are only human. How say for a bit of quim here and there you stay onboard and sail with us. We’ll even give you a share of the plunder..” proposed the captain.
“I’ll only sleep with a man I find to my own liking” she demanded “…and even then only for a bracelet or other trinket paid in kind.”
The captain was not an unreasonable man and knew his crew would be bolstered by this tough young woman. They were a team with different tempers and he felt Charlotte may well bring them all together even better.
“My rules are do as I command, no stealing from fellow crew mates and no brawling. D*unkenness only when permitted. Otherwise it’s the lash or being thrown overboard. There is no jury on here and I’m the executioner.. what do you say?” he beamed.
Charlotte knew it was the only acceptable deal on the table and she felt she could hold her own among these rogues.
“I accept but where are my quarters?”
The men roared with laughter as their only quarters were on deck sleeping under a cut of sail. There was one small cabin at the rear for the captain.
“Ha Ha my beauty. Tonight you can have the pleasure of sharing my bunk. What’d you say?” and he pulled a necklace of blue jewels from his trouser pocket.
Charlotte had thought most of the other crew vile except for one Indian looking man and one or two of the blacks. In all the crew was 18 men. The captain was a big man but older. However she thought best to stay in with him and share a comfortable bed rather than the hard deck of the ship.
The happy captain took Charlotte into his garishly decorated quarters. Maps were nailed to the walls along with a few skulls. Furs were spread on the bed and also the floor . An array of weapons hung on the inside of the door.
“Make yourself at home my girl” said the captain “there’s plenty of room here for two.”
Charlotte spotted a large ornate box heaped with gold and silver goblets.
“A wedding present” joked the burly captain removing his boots. It was however most definitely looted from a Spanish ship. Then he rose and tore off Charlotte’s shirt revealing her pert bosom.
“But few jewels are so precious to a man as these” he said lustily. He sucked on them like a hungry man.
Then the captain pushed Charlotte onto his wide bed and ravished her but then suddenly got back up again.
“Sir, do I not please thee?”
“I think we need to open you up a bit first “ replied the captain.
“I do not understand “ said Charlotte.
“I like to watch a bit first. So let’s get some of the men in shall we?”
“But we are not acquainted” blushed Charlotte uncharacteristicly.
“Did ye se any that took your fancy?” asked the captain.
“Er the Indian? Plus one or two of the darker men.”
“Those heathens? You’ll be picking the Irish next!”
Charlotte smiled innocently.
However the captain summoned the Indian and his crew mates as requested.
For this the captain paid Charlotte in gold and silver goblets, one for each man fucking her. Two gold and two silver.
He sat back in a chair and watched the muscular four men use Charlotte every which way. Later he fucked her himself.
Early morning and the crew were busying themselves to set sail before any Spanish warship could intercept them. Men scrambled up rigging and sails were set and the light boat set off around the coast. It was a small ship designed for shallow coastal waters unlike the lumbering heavily armed Spanish galleons.
One such beast came around the headland and fired off a salvo that all fell short into the sea.
“Ha Ha we’ll outrun them quick enough” laughed the captain as his ship pulled out of the bay and out into the breezy open water.
Charlotte too was on deck watching the proceedings as she wanted to learn as much about this craft and crew as she could.
“What say we have a little sport?” the captain grinned “Mister John pull him out.”
John a tall sailor originally from Portsmouth went over to a tarpaulin and dragged out from underneath a bound Spaniard who was ruffled and half dressed. He’d been captured as they raided his villa high in the hills of the island they were now leaving in haste.
Mister John tied the petrified man to a beam which was then swung out over the water.
“Watch this” said the captain to Charlotte.
Another of the crew tossed fish guts and heads from a bucket into the water behind the dangling man. Fins soon appeared cutting the surface like curved blades.
“Sharks” grinned the captain.
Charlotte had heard of these creatures but this was the first time she had seen them.
The dangling man was lowered by rope so his feet were just touching the surf.
The galleon let loose another salvo.
“I expect their captain can see this show through his telescope “ laughed the captain. He hated the Spanish and was once tortured by them and he bore many scars from the experience.
Then heads and teeth gnashed at the man’s legs and feet tearing them one by one.
Charlotte felt for the man as the other Spanish nobleman had treated her well. The screams were horrific.
“Why you make this man suffer?” she asked in desperation.
“Spanish ain’t he? Hid his gold from us too the scoundrel “ replied the captain earnestly.
A few bites more and the poor man was gone except for his hands still bound to the rope.
The captain grinned at Charlotte looking for a reaction.
“You we’re too kind” replied Charlotte half pretending that she had approved the gruesome spectacle.
The pirate ship outran the Spanish galleon and skirted the island before heading out to another on the horizon.
Charlotte wondered what lay in store for them there. Life onboard was not going to be pleasant at times but she had no choice but to stay with this ship for now. |
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