Jewell dispatched her opponent with a quick thrust to the belly, her cutlass sliding between the ribs easily and into his bowels. The man fell away with a lifeless look in his eyes, but Jewell had already turned in search of her next adversary. She found instead her first mate, Daniel Creighton, rushing up the steps of the forecastle of the ship of the line to meet her.
The large bearded man flashed her a three toothed grin and said "She be yours, Capt'n... the last of these scurvy dawgs be throwing thar swards down." As always the man's uncouth speech sounded foul to her refined aristocratic ears, but there was not a man she would trust more with her life.
"How many have we lost Daniel?" She asked as she walked back down the stairs to the deck, where the plunder and prisoners were being gathered for her to inspect.
Daniel's 6'3 frame followed on her heels down the stairs, looking almost more like a dog eager to please on his Mistress' heels than a pirate as he answered "only two Capt'n. Charley be swimming with the fishies now and Tanner, he be talking no more wit' that narsty hole in he neck!"
Jewell waved a gloved hand dismissively, neither of the two men had been among the handful she favored. There were always men willing to follow the striking and beautiful pirate captain out to sea. Many dreamed of bedding her, all eventually tried and learned their place the hard way. Now, despite the fact many had not seen another woman for months, they were all very well behaved and perfectly disciplined. As perfect as a pirate crew could get anyways.
Jewell "the Maiden" Blakemore was a striking woman. At five foot, four inches tall with a body made fit and beautifully tanned by years out on the sea. She somehow managed to keep her long silvery blonde hair flowing and silky smooth down to her mid back even as it flowed in the sea breeze, catching the sunlight and seeming to glisten in it. Her piercing emerald green eyes were enough to melt the heart of any man, or woman that she threw her fancy upon. Her body was toned and fit , with full large round breasts and curvaceous hips which flowed into her beautifully toned and muscled legs. She moved with feline grace across the deck of the captured ship.
Jewell wore a tightly laced bodice which displayed her breasts prominently, and a pair of dark brown petticoat trousers which did little to hide the shape of her bottocks. A pair of black leather knee high boots adorned her feet. A pair of rose shaped ruby earrings adorned her ears, and her hair was tied back in a long ponytail by a leather binding bearing a silver skull.
Seven men and two women were kneeling in a line on the deck with their hands tightly bound behind their back, the captives taken from the tall ship of the line that Jewell and her crew had just boarded. She paced back and forth before the kneelers, the men were unremarkable, but she needed a few men after recent loses and they all would undoubtedly be loyal to her within a few weeks. The sailors she added to her crew always came to take great pride in serving under the most feared woman on the seven seas.
What really caught Jewell's attention today were the two women kneeling at the end of the line. The first was a tall african woman, her eyes cast down in the manner of slaves, she was long limbed and lithe, but physically fit , her dark black hair was kept short. She seemed to be quite old. In her late thirties or early forties perhaps. Her demeanor showed her concern for the young woman kneeling next to her. The one who had truly captured Jewell's attention.
She was a young woman of perhaps twenty. With long flowing raven colored hair, in stark contrast to her own. Her pale alabaster skin was unmarked, unblemished and smooth. She had a slender body with little,perky round breasts. She stared at Jewell with a defiant glare in her striking sky blue eyes. That glare sent jolts straight to Jewell's pussy as she knew the girl had to be hers. She had to break her and make her into her plaything. Even in her kneeling position, the pirate captain could tell she was a small woman and doubted she would be much taller than five feet.
She wore a dark blue satin gown with a white lace pattern down the front of it , more suitable for a ball than a seafaring voyage. It gave off an aura of wealth and power, and to Jewell an aura of deep arousal as well
Jewell smiled sadistically down at the girl and saw the defiance in her eyes momentarily give way to fear. She could not help thinking to herself that this girl would break quite nicely by the time she was through with her.
The pirate captain turned to Daniel and smiled "have the young one brought to my cabin and remove that gown. The older bitch the men may use as they please..." she paused as a loud cheer went up among the crew, before continuing "offer the men the usual choice, signing on or walking the plank. Plunder her hold and give her a skeleton crew until we can sell her." She had little doubt that she would have seven new crew members , not a single one would choose death.
The next two hours went by with agonizing slowness as she oversaw the transfer of the plunder from the ship's hold back to her own vessel, a sleek frigate she had christened "The Black Widow". Jewell's mind would continually drift to the dark haired young beauty she knew was waiting helpless in her Cabin. She mastered her desire to head to the cabin immediately , and thought the time spent waiting would serve her well in breaking the girl's will.
It was a little more than an hour later when everything was settled. The cargo and supplies had been split between both ships. The men had been as well , with a small crew assigned to sail the captured ship of the line to a friendly port where it could be sold. The ship itself was likely worth more than the silks and spices which it had been carrying.
Finally, everything had been taken care of, and Jewell could finally attend to the matter she really wished to take care of, the manner of the young woman who was among the spoils of victory. Jewell told Daniel to take care of any business which did not require her immediate attention and headed for the small door with the porthole window which led to her cabin. She pushed it open and saw the young object of her desires kneeling by her bed, now in her red chemise, wrists chained in together and shackled to a ring in the floor by a very short chain. The bindings left the girl no choice but to be on her knees.Jewell closed the shutter to the small window and latched the door.
Jewel's cabin was large by normal standards. It contained a large four post bed, covered with a blood red bedding of luscious fur taken long ago from the captain's quarters of her first successful boarding. A large wooden chest served the mixed purposes of a chest, desk and table for the young pirate. Shackles adorned the walls to either side of the entrance as well as suspension hooks from the ceiling. A black cast iron cage large enough for a small man was next to her bed.
The girl looked up, her eyes still defiant and began "Who do you think you are to treat me like this. I demand to be released immediately. Do you have any idea..." the rest of the thought was cut off as Jewell stepped across the room and slapped the girl in the face hard.
The girl looked up at her with a pained and shocked expression. Her eyes were filled with doubt for the first time that Jewell had seen. She looked at the girl with a cool level stare and stated "I know who you are girl, you are a defeated, enslaved, chained piece of fuckmeat laying on the floor of My cabin for My own personal use"
The girl pushed on in defiance "I am the wife of Ba..." A second slap cut her off again. Jewell lifted her hand and glared at her as if daring the girl to talk again. For a moment she seemed as if she was about to, until her eyes wavered and she lowered her sky blue eyes to the ground.
The pirate stood tall above the girl and brought a foot forth before the girl "Lean down and kiss my boot, slave." She commanded, her voice that of a woman used to obedience. The girl raised her head and gave her an incredulous look, which Jewell returned with an icy glare.
The girl held her stare for a few moments, then slowly lowered her head to gently plant a kiss on the top of Jewell's black leather boot. The pirate looked down at her with a soft chuckle "very well, now that we understand one another, let's go over a few rules. First you do not speak unless spoken to is that clear?"
The girl nodded weakly and said that she understood, her eyes still lowered to the ground. Her body was shivering slightly and her voice was barely perceptible but she said it nonetheless.