Amelia had only been in the Carribean colony for five days when the pirates attacked. She was twenty and had come from England to serve as part of the governor's household staff. She didn't even know everyone's name yet or the full extent of her duties. But none of that mattered any more.
The pirates had arrived at dawn and attacked the fort, making off with doubloons, jewelry, silverware--and women. As Amelia looked around her in the hold, she saw six other young girls tied up just the way she was and also stripped down to their bloomers.
What Amelia couldn't understand is why no one had been raped yet. I mean, there had been lots of groping and kissing while the pirates took each girl out of her dress and they did not do so gently. But then after that all the girl's wrists were bound and they were tied to poles below deck. Surely worse was in store for them later.
It was late afternoon when the captain made an appearance. He was accompanied by his first mate and he walked regally from girl to girl, quietly speaking orders to his second in command. Each girl was untied and made to stand and remove the remainder of her clothing. The latter did not always proceed smoothly and so the first mate was often forced to "help," forcibly tearing them from her body if necessary. He would then turn the girl around and place her in various positions as ordered by the captain.
The captain never touched the girls, always standing beside them with a quiet air of confidence and authority. One did not have to be told that he was in charge, it was obvious. He was about six feet tall with dark wavy hair and a magnificent build. It was already difficult not to tremble near him, but his good looks made it much worse.
When he finally made it down to Amelia, she quickly and immediately obeyed the order to strip. Unlike the other girls, she did not cower and try to cover herself. She knew she had a beautiful body and assumed that it was worse to fail this inspection than pass it. Having already seen the routine, she quietly turned and bent over, holding her ankles while the first mate poked and prodded at her vagina and asshole. She did not scream and pull away like the other girls, but nor did she push back against the finger that was exploring her. She was doing her best to show that she wasn't scared--which, of course, was not true.
When that was done, she then turned back to face them and the first mate took each of her breasts in turn, holding them up while the captain looked on. The first mate then ran both hands up and down each of Amelia's slender legs and (presumably just for himself and without the captain's permission) across her ass cheeks.
But then something happened that had not with the other girls. The captain stepped forward and leaned in until he was only inches from Amelia's face. She knew her legs were shaking, but she was still trying hard to put on an air of confidence. Then, while looking straight into her eyes, he took a finger and ran it across her soft, sexy lips. He lingered for a moment, and slipped his index finger inside her mouth. He kept it there for a moment.
Amelia's heart was racing as she tried to figure out what to do. She didn't know why, but she desperately wanted to taste it, to suck on it. Her knees were trembling. Finally and without any conscious intent, she ran her tongue softly over the finger.
The captain quickly withdrew his finger and without a word headed for the stairs that led to the main deck, the first mate in tow. "Oh no," thought Amelia, "what have I done?! I don't think that went well!"
After captain and his first mate left, the girls were all tied up again, still completely nude. They waited perhaps an hour before several crewmen came down to untie everyone and bring them up on deck. "All right, you whores, let's get moving!" barked the one apparently in charge.
Once up on deck, they found that it was a magnificent Carribean day. Under other circumstances, being naked would have been fantastic. The sun felt so good on Amelia's bare skin and she would have loved to have stretched out on the deck, soaking up the rays. But her captors had other plans.
A different group of pirates went to each girl, then stood quietly beside her as they watched the captain. No one came to Amelia, though. Finally, the captain nodded and the raping that Amelia had been anticipating for hours finally started. With each girls' wrists still tied, the pirates had their way with them. In moments, there were penises everywhere, some in a girl's mouth, some in her vagina, and others in assholes--and some girls with all three.
The sounds and smells of sex were everywhere. Pirates had girls pinned on their backs, bent over barrels, and on all fours. One girl had been tied to the main mast and was being abused every way the pirates could imagine.
Still, no one had touched Amelia. That was just as well, as she was not at all experienced in sexual ways and this was all so overwhelming. She suddenly realized that she had forgotten to breathe...and that she was dripping between her legs.
Then without notice, the captain raised his hand and all the activity stopped. Each pirate in turn pulled up his pants and went about what appeared to be a practiced routine. Each girl, some of whom were now absolutely covered in cum, was finally untied and they were gathered together near the railing. In the middle of the orgy, the ship had come up to a small but beautiful island.
Then two pirates rushed over carrying a plank, which was placed on deck so that it extended over the sea. The ship pulled closer to the island and the girls--all but Amelia--were lined up behind the plank. Some started pleading, promising to offer the crew every sexual pleasure they could imagine (and pirates can imagine a lot). Others stood quietly, awaiting their fate.
Finally, the first mate came down from the command deck and announced that the girls must now, in the pirate tradition, walk the plank. They were, he said, only a short swim from the island and this was a heavily trafficked sea lane. They would be rescued in manner of days.
"But I'm naked!" called out one of girls. Before she could continue, a nearby sailor administered a sharp swipe across her bare ass with a crop. She yelped and no one else made any comments.
And so, one by one, the girls walked out onto the plank and dropped completely naked into the warm waters below. The few that hesitated were encouraged by the sailor with the crop, who would swipe at their buttocks and thighs until they continued their progress.
Soon, all of the girls but Amelia were swimming naked toward the shore. Amelia steeled herself, expecting to be the main course at whatever came next. But, instead, she was completely ignored while the crew went back to their jobs. Without her noticing it, the first mate had come up behind her. "Come with me," he said, turning to go towards the captain's quarters.
After a knock, the first mate entered with Amelia, still completely nude with her bare feet padding across the wooden deck, right behind him. The captain was seated at his desk, writing something.
