It was a fine ship originally built by the French; I was the first mate when we captured her four years ago and refitted her with extra sails and 16 cannons to make her fast and just as deadly as any ship the French or Spanish could throw at us just short of a ship of the line.
I ascended to captain after our previous captain was killed in the hand-to-hand fighting. I did like the perks of being captain but not the responsibility and constantly looking over my shoulder to see who would try and kill me to get my job. Since I come up through the ranks starting as a cabin boy all the men respected me and followed my orders as long as I kept their pockets filled with plenty of gold for buying rum and whores when we were in port.
I had my own special whores I liked to visit at Port Royale and Tortuga being the Captain with a Captain's share of the loot I could afford women with special talents that knew how to keep me coming back sometimes bringing as many as three or four women into my bed at a onetime just because I could afford it and to impress the other captains and their crews.
I have a lot of respect for whores and prostitutes, women who go out whoring at night or just trolling for a one night stand they are basically female pirates of the street looking for a male treasure ship they can pillage take what they want from and then leaving him as a burning hulk, sailing away looking for their next target. That's why men like me are always looking for women like that.
We had been sailing around the Florida straits three days out of Tortuga when the lookout at the top of the main mast spotted a sail on the edge of the horizon. A few minutes later he screamed it was a Spanish galleon with all the fancy sails and trimmings. Bloody Spanish are such arrogant little bastards strutting around like peacocks making themselves easy targets.
I hate the Spanish, even though my men would squander away all the gold and loot we captured on rum and whores it was still better than letting the Spanish take it back and give it to their Catholic Pope who would use it to finance the inquisition for the torture and murder of innocent men women and children throughout Europe. In our own way, we were doing God's work or a least doing a lot less damage to God's children they were.
It took us almost 3 hours to catch up with them and after 10 minutes of exchanging cannon fire, they lowered their flag. Two of our cannon shots had hit them below the water line and they were taking on water nothing that could not be repaired but I was not going to stick around. I order the men to transfer the gold and other loot to our ship. I went below to see what kind of cargo they had. They had four large chests full of gold and silver and another with a decent assortment of jewels.
In the corner of the cargo hold was six large 5-foot tall jars. One of my crew cried out "Look at this captain pickled Spaniards." I had seen this many times before, the Spaniards who die here in the new world that is married were sent back so that their Catholic whore wives could prove that their husbands were dead and could get remarried in the Catholic Church. "Toss those damn things overboard send them to the bottom of the ocean" I ordered.
As I returned to our ship my men had already transferred the gold and female captives so I gave the order to cast off the galleon and set sail. We were well away from the other ship and under full sail riding the currents of the Gulf Stream with a heading of north by northwest with a southeast wind to our back. We had a good wind, light chop on the ocean and a good haul of loot, not bad for three days out.
I walked down into the dimly lit belly of the ship were the captured women were lined up and ready for my inspection. The stripping and showing of the wenches before drawing lots' to see who would have them first was a time-honored tradition aboard most pirate ships, it was something I had always looked forward to in my younger days.
I remember losing my virginity when I was just a cabin boy; my first captain bought me a very experienced older woman to teach me what every good sailor needs to know about women. The captain went off and got drunk and forgot about me for about two days. The older woman didn't kick me out but rather took advantage of my youth and used me when she wasn't serving the other men that came and paid for her services.
She gave me a complete education and some carnal pleasures that no woman has ever been able to give me since. I still have a preference for older mature women because of those memories of her, vivid and fond memories even more so than that of my own mother.
As I descended down into the cargo hold of the ship, the captive women were standing there with their hands tied behind their back; their dresses had been ripped down to their waist leaving their breast on display. They were a fine looking batch of Spanish whores not an old hag in the bunch.
As Captain, it was a tradition for me to review the catch and provide any comments and any suggestions on how to best use them based on my many years of experience. Two of the serving maids were young and caught my attention and I commented on how firm and nicely shaped their breast were and that they would be perfect breeding whores if anyone was thinking about having a crying baby.
I made my way down the line stopping to grope each one and comment on their body and who would be best for which sailor. The first two noble women did not impress me, they were not all that unpleasing to the eye but my contempt for them and theirs for me was quite evident in the glares that we exchanged. The third noble lady was very different, she showed the same contempt as the other but I had a strange feeling about her. She made me uncomfortable just being in her presence for no good reason that I could determine.
I didn't know it at the time but her name was Sonja named after the pink rose very rare and very beautiful she was one of three noblewomen along with four serving maids. Her beauty was somewhat tarnished from the ordeal of the battle and being manhandled by my crew fetching her onboard. She was proud and defiant, I smiled I had seen her kind before. She had managed to fight off the attempts of my men to take her wedding ring or the silver cross around her neck.
I told the first mate to move her off to the side I was going to have her for myself something I did from time to time just to show the men that I was the captain and in control and could have my pick of anything on this ship. Since there were six other women for the crew to fight over and ravage I knew there would not have any objection. Sonja was covered up and carried over to the corner like a special cargo tied up sitting in shadows.
I had not participated in the deflowering festivities myself since I became Captain but I did always stay around to make sure the men did not damage the merchandise in their unbridled enthusiasm. I made them remove the dresses without damaging them any further since the woman would still have to use them as cloths until we returned to port. They were now standing completely naked in the dim light waiting to be devoured by their captures'.
"Have at it boys they're all yours," I exclaimed.
Each woman was carried off into different corners of the cargo hole with three to four men forcing them along the way occasionally falling down and then pulled back to their feet.
It was always interesting to see how differently each group would approach this process.
My first mate Bart was of mixed race, his father had been a pirate, an Irishman I think and his mother was a black slave woman his father had bought from a sugar plantation and he made her his wife. Bart was big and strong as an ox I knew the first time I saw him I wanted him with me and not against me so I made him my first mate so he could watch my back. He was ten years younger than me and not ready to be Captain so I knew I could trust him at least for the time being.
Bart was big in more ways than one, and when he took his turn at these group activities it was always curious to watch the reaction of the other men and the eyes of the female about to be taken. The rest of the crew would usually give him first shot at the women and just watch in awe as he performed like a prize bull brought in specifically for his breeding prowess.
The woman Bart and his group had chosen were one of the servants. She was a little thick in the hips with the largest breasts of the group. You could tell she was the one who had been doing all the physical labor of the group and with those hips; she was the one who was best suited for all the manhood that Bart had to offer.
The other captive women had fought it struggling and fighting their assailants, but not this one she was defiant in every way almost challenging Bart to take her and to prove how good he was. Her action made it clear this was not her first time with a man and she was ready for anything he had to give her.
She began calling him names in Spanish, dirty nasty names which he didn't understand but made him want to fuck her even more. This woman definitely missed her calling as a whore she was riding him and using him just as much he was using her. When he was done and he rolled off her, her gaping pussy was stretched so wide you could sail a frigate through there. She sat up on her elbows surprisingly looking none the worse for the wear. She frowned at the other three men standing around her with their significantly smaller penises in hand and she grunted something about Jesus in Spanish then lay back flat on the floor waiting to see who would be next.
