The swift pirate craft spread its yardage and caught the wind. It closed upon the squat, solid Spanish galleon. The ship was fat and slow with treasure, but its triple bank of cannon brooded ill for the craft that came upon it.
Tortuga Mollie Bass scratched at the sword scar on her right tit. She usually fought an action stark naked, letting her cunt hungry rovers see her shiny body as the symbol of the goodies that awaited the fortunate survivors, letting the Spanish know and curse the witch who was their bane. The knew her legend and the terrible reality she represented, she and her cutthroat band made up mainly of escaped slaves, ex-whores, galleon deck slaves escaped with a burning and lasting hatred of Spain.
She looked up at the black banner overhead, the blood-dripping skull and cross-bones upon it symbolizing her hatred and rage upon the whole Spanish world.
"Close on them lads."
The Spanish saw that they could not draw away. They sent a few shots out from their guns as warning, shots falling well short.
"Let's get close enough to give them a taste of Old Harry."
Old Harry was a monstrous cannon, an oversized, long-barreled beauty sending out a forty-pound ball a thousand yards beyond the range of the banks of Spanish cannon sending out their twenty-pound cannon shots. The Spanish had sixty guns to the thirty of the pirates, but this one equalizer used properly had sent a score of treasure galleons to the bottom. Even fighting galleons, with upwards of one hundred and twenty guns, had been fought off.
"Fire."
The great gun spoke, sending a shot ripping through a square of Spanish sail. A wild cheer went up from the pirate crew.
"Reload, and fire away. Down their masts, cripple their guns."
Patch and Slaughter Cathia clustered around her, special lieutenants who considered themselves her bodyguard when boarding an enemy vessel. She was reckless and unheeding of odds. With half a dozen pistols apiece plus deadly marksmanship they more than equalized the press of Spaniards who always came at her eager for her skin.
Patch was a bent little man bearing many scars from the Spanish whips. They had cropped his ears and put out one of his eyes when he attempted to escape from slavery in the cane fields. Later he had escaped, and his cruelty to prisoners was legendary.
Slaughter Cathia was half Indian, survivor of a tribe annihilated by the brutal conquistadors. Now she lived for plunder and vengeance.
The great gun began to crack into the enemy. A mast went down, a spar was shot away. A great flap of torn canvas waved in the wind, as the enemy maneuverability fell off even further. The pirate craft began to circle the foe, trading long range broadsides that were advantageous to the Spanish despite the superior marksmanship of the pirates, but inflicting great slaughter when they crossed oblique to the enemy and poured in shots across the stern or the bows.
"Maneuver to the stern of those bastards, you swabs."
The maneuver was carried out and the pirate craft swept the enemy decks with a vicious broadside, that tore apart men and guns. Another, and yet another, as the treasure ship swung heavily, striving to turn its broadside to its tormentor. But after three volleys of devastating effectiveness, the pirate craft swung off and then came back, slamming into the enemy after a sweep at great speed to come in from another angle.
"Fill Old Mike with slaughter shot."
The cannon was loaded with nails, spikes, iron scrap, and other shrapnel. It was a special charge, and the pirate craft swung its deadly snout to the stern bulk of the treasure craft and sped in to blast it from close range. The pirate craft tore dozens of crewmen to shreds, tearing arms and legs off, ripping out guts. Blood and gore spread upon the decks, where perhaps two hundred crewmen were now lying in ruin after the long battle. The firing went on, the pirate craft now turning to let its right bank cannons blast the enemy. Then another broadside. The Spanish were still deadly, although many crews had been chopped down and many cannons smashed up. A shot smashed into one of the pirate ship's guns, killing and maiming the entire crew.
Impassively Mollie watched the slaughter continue on the enemy craft. Still, there would be many to oppose them when they boarded.
"Let's get at them," Cathia said.
"Patience, my darling."
Cathia screwed a finger up the moist asshole of her captain. Mollie resolved to give the impudent little hussy harlot a taste of the lash once again.
At last the two craft closed up. A surge of Spaniards in their armor came rushing at the pirate boarders. Men were shot down in the act of hurtling boarding grapples. But from the pirate crew came an incessant and deadly fire of muskets, pistols, and blunderbusses. Many of the pirate crew were deadly marksmen, and they soon piled the decks of the enemy vessel with dead. From the rigging came many another deadly shot, and also the arrows from the bows of the deadly contingent of Tarula Indians. They welded six-foot long bows with special arrows forged by the ship's smithy, all iron arrows that could drive through the armor of a Spaniard. The enemy reeled back and the boarders were away.
Jane swung through the air to the enemy deck. Blood splashed under her boots. From her belt she whipped out her two pistols and shot down two close enemies. Her two faithful companions were close by, shooting down the enemy sailors. Her men swarmed aboard.
It was carnage at close range. As Jane crossed swords with a Spanish officer, using her rapier to whip in under his heavier sword and thrust upwards into his bowels with the knife in her left hand, she saw the ship's hatches open up and throw up a fresh contingent of men. There were perhaps two hundred fresh men coming into the battle, and the pirate crew was now outnumbered two to one. Obviously the ship was carrying a group of garrison troopers to drop off at Isle de Corboba. Her spies had slipped up.
"Damn."
She ripped into the enemy, ripping open a throat with her knife, running her rapier through an enemy heart. Her two faithful companions thrust into the bodies of two burly cannon men coming at her.
"They're more than we reckoned on, lads. But cut these greasy scum down. Kill them."
Her men were picked, and they were better than the enemy. From the rigging swarmed the Indians, moving into the galleon's rigging, shooting arrows right down into the Spanish, killing men with every shot. She was grateful for them now, even though they were but a handful and growing fewer with every raid. She cursed as she saw one catch a ball in the belly and hurtle to the deck.
"Fucking Spanish scum. Sea scurvy bastards."
She rushed in upon an enemy wielding a long rapier. She parried his thrusts, and then ripped his leg from knee to hip with her knife. As he fell, Patch smashed his skull in with a belaying pin. The bent man smashed his pin into the knee of a Spaniard encumbered by his armor. As he fell, Cathia gave him a cut across the throat with her blade. All three of them lunged forward as one, cutting down a dozen men in less than a minute with swords, knives, pistols, and Patch's heavy skull-crushing club.
The Spanish began to weaken. From the ruins of the cabin Mollie saw a contessa emerge, a cool and arrogant beauty, black hair and eyes of the aristocratic and arrogant dons. She almost disdainfully shot down two of Mollie's men with a brace of silver-handled pistols.
"That dirty Spanish pig."
Black George cursed at the death of a friend and leveled his musket at the haughty slayer. Mollie knocked it aside.
"I want that bitch alive."
With a grin that showed his gold teeth, George thundered through the press at her, with Mollie and half a dozen at her heels following. Mollie came face to face with the gravely wounded captain, his arm shattered and blood streaming from his skull.
"Surrender and save the lives of what few men you have left."
"Be damned, you heathen devil witch." He lunged for her with his rapier. Mollie crossed swords with him, exchanging a few strokes before she plunged her blade through his guts. He fell at her feet.
"Surrender you scum, your captain is dead."
The few score survivors began to surrender, although they knew that only death awaited them. Their own brutality to the pirates was too heavy to bring them any chance of mercy.
There was pandemonium and wild revelry. The sounded and the dead were carried back to the ship. The flames aboard the Spanish vessel were building, and the treasure was hastily secured and brought aboard.
Men loaded chests of gold and silver specie aboard. The Santo Hernandez had on board perhaps a million in gold and silver. It was a rich haul. And that was not the only rich haul. There were twenty women, five Spanish noblewomen and their servants. All in all it was a first rate catch.
Soon the pirate craft was speeding into the distance, away from the burning wreck of the enemy craft. There was an explosion as the burning fuse reached several kegs of powder that Mollie had set up to blow the galleon to kingdom come.
"Another rotten Spanish ship goes to hell." Her crew were swarming over the women. They tore their clothes off and swarmed all over the white bodies. They shoved fingers up their assholes and cunts, finger-fucked the raving, terrified beauties, slurped saliva over their tits and cunts.
Black Mike kneaded and spanked the buttocks of the bitch who had killed two of the buccaneers. She was still arrogant, standing in icy stillness, an unheeding statue, as a pirate with a pock marked face spat saliva into her cunt, flapping the full lips of her cunt back and forth between his filthy fingers, while Mike continued to play with her ass. She was then groped by a whole swarm of them. Two sucked her nipples, two others her armpits. One pirate opened her mouth and spit into it a dozen times, making her eat his dribble.
Big Joan, a lesbian with one tit shot off grabbed a Spanish girl, a young virginal daughter of a nobleman, and sat on her face. She farted into the mouth of the screaming young thing, and began to cut and slice and gash the girl's body with her knife.
Homosexuals swarmed upon the male captives. One gibbering, tattooed half-breed who was loose in the brains sucked the pricks of the Spaniards, drinking the hot seed out of their pricks and then spitting it into the faces of the others. One screaming officer cursed the pirate rabble, demanding to be put to a prompt death.
He had his mouth filled with shit, and then more crap was stuffed in, as he was slowly suffocated on shit while hundreds of bloody wounds were slashed upon his body.
"This is wonderful," screamed Cathia, throwing a handful of coins into the air. She banged her rump into the groin of one of the captives chained to the mast with three others. Then she whipped out her knife and pressed the blade to the chest of the gibbering, terrified prisoner.
"Frightened, are ye?"
The man was so terrified that he relaxed his bladder, letting the piss run out of him. Some splashed on Cathia's boots.
"You dirty swab."
She swept away a patch of his thick chest hair. He shrieked with fear. She shaved away a long thick patch of hair, and then swept her knife across his hairy breast again, cutting away a strip of skin as well as a mass of his chest hair. She put the point of her knife to his shoulder.
"Mercy, for the love of the Lord, mercy, por favor."
She cut him from shoulder to opposite hip. His flesh twitched and heaved, vile, rank sweat stood out in beads and floods upon his skin. She cut him from shoulder to hip again, in opposition, cutting an X into his torso. Blood seeped from his wounds.
"Mercy, mercy."
She pressed her body to his, her tits hard and hot with the joy of his pain. She ground her pelvis into his groin, as she cut his face to ribbons with her knife. She ripped open the face cuts with her teeth, making his face fountain out great spurts of blood.
One of the prisoners was a torturer, a strong arm bone breaker for the terrorists of the inquisition. He was slowly cut to pieces. A girl whose nipples had been torn off in the dungeons of the inquisition cut away his ears and nose. Then she cut away his cock and balls and stuffed them into his mouth. He was a corpse with staring, horror-filled eyes by the time she finished cutting away the skin from his belly and began to pluck his intestines out bit by bit.
CHAPTER TWO
Mollie stabbed her knife into the ass of a young boy of sixteen. Blood spurted from his punctured buttocks. She dug her nail into the wound, making him scream. He had a nice ass however, and he had fought bravely. She patted him on the flanks, deciding to spare his life. She picked up a whip and began to cut his ass to shreds.
"See how you love the whip, young lad. I'll teach you to be my pussy-loving young slave boy."
Crack. The whip smote his bottom tearing a ragged line of blood-spurting gashes in his bottom. She cut into him again, slicing another mess of welts into his bottom.
The boy felt the pain of a dozen knife blades stabbing at once into his bottom. His rump was on fire.
All about the torture and rape of the captives went on. The arrogant Spanish noblewomen and their maids had been spread upon the battle-scarred and bloodstained decks. Pricks were rammed into their cunts and mouths. They were forced to suck the pricks of their conquerors and lick their balls. They were fucked in the asses as well.
The haughty and still unbroken bitch who had killed two of the crew before being taken was passed from hand to hand. Two of the Indians, brothers, took her together. They rammed their nine-inch cocks up her cunt and asshole. As the big pricks skewered her, almost ripping her apart, her cold composure was at last broken. She screamed out in terror and pain, as the two thrust together, mashing her ass and thighs under the grinding pumping of their iron hard flanks, shoving their throbbing big cocks into her holes and twisting at them from the inside, friction and explosive pain ripping her inner structure apart.
They ripped her flesh with their nails, raking her tits, back, shoulders, belly, and face. Blood ran from thirty-six fingernail clawing marks on her face alone. Cheering pirates urged the Indians on. The iron men took their time, flexing their muscles as they drove into her simultaneously, trying to crush her body flat. A lesbian sat on the back of a fat Spanish prisoner. She shoved peppercorns and pepper thistles up his ass. He screamed with the burning agony as the inside of his ass was infected by the peppery burning objects. His inner sheath of skin began to rash and color from the torture.
The lesbian then began to skin his ass. As she stripped away a few inches of bottom skin at a time, with slow, loving skill, she sank pinks into the flayed meat. Several times she bit out chunks of his skinned ass meat and spat them out. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. She kept at it until his enormous ass was a flayed carcass, bleeding from where her teeth had torn it apart. Over two hundred pins had been thrust into his bottom, and the man was a dribbling, screaming, broken thing.
Several of the traditional buccaneers made captives walk the plank. Others were hung from the yardarm.
Mollie pointed to the fate of the others, letting the boy she had chosen realize his good fortune in escaping such a death.
"See how your comrades are dying. Not that their fate isn't well deserved. You people have slaughtered millions of Indians and also tens of thousands of Protestants. So why be unpleasantly surprised when such is done to you in return. But I like the cut of you, and I think that I shall spare your such an end."
The boy was gratified to escape such a death. Even when Mollie pinched up the knife cut in his ass and squeezed blood out of it. She sliced her initials into his back, and ran the blade of her dagger down his backbone. She crunched and mashed the whip weals on his ass. She rubbed her hairy golden cunt into his back, into his welted ass. She reached around and took his prick in her hand. He was a virile and lusty young boy, and despite his horror at what was happening all around him, he could not avoid a speedy erection under her skilled manipulation.
"Good, I see that you're a well-developed lad. I see that you have what it takes, fortunately for you, my fine bucko."
The decks were soon empty of all the Spanish males except for the boy. One of the homosexual members of the crew came staggering across the deck drunk on a bottle of rum. He shoved his long cock up the boy's ass and began to fuck him. The boy looked at his new mistress with pleading eyes, but she laughed and decided not to spare him the ordeal.
Mollie threw her arms around Cathia. They kissed a lesbian kiss of triumph and lust, mashing cunts into one, fingers moving for the honey holes. The ass of the captain was kneaded and mashed. She let her saliva bubble and froth into Cathia's mouth.
"Another fine victory."
"Almost six hundred of the enemy dead, and our own losses only thirty-eight killed and some forty wounded."
"All of these losses are heavy to me. Our luck cannot last forever. This is the year 1584 and we have been at this business for six long years. In that time we've seen a dozen ships full of jolly rovers blasted away by the enemy. Our turn may come soon. As well, a dozen of our strongholds have fallen."
Cathia touched the network of whip scars up and down Mollie Bass's back, and the special wounds on her breasts. These had been given to her by the Spanish when they had overthrown the stronghold of Toroga. Over a thousand of the brotherhood of the islands had fallen in that terrible disaster. There was no denying that the Spanish were beginning to gain the upper hand.
"Old Harry will protect us from harm."
One good shot and it's goodbye to Old Harry. No, we cannot depend on one outsize piece of ordinance and our own cleverness to keep us safe forever."
The ship ran on, heading for the stronghold of New Toroga. There a dozen ships were in harbor and a hundred cannons in two forts protected the stronghold. Steep cliffs kept the landside of the island safe from attack along with the treacherous reefs. For two years this last great stronghold in the area had been the den out of which the pirates had swept the seas from The Cape to the tip of Florida.
As the ship sped on the women were reduced to sweat sheened raped bags of flesh. They were fucked and fucked and fucked. The fucking went on for two days and a night. A Pirate would seize a babbling, splay legged girl and flip her over to get at her ass. He would fuck her ass bloody, and then stagger off for some rum, a bit of food, and a snatch of sleep. He would come back later to cut the breasts of a girl with his knife, or flog her ass with a whip. When he was aroused he would jam his cock down her throat all of the way and pump it in and out, in and out, cursing her and tearing out clumps of her hair as he fucked her mouth.
The Contessa Maria de Floressa had been reduced to a quivering wreck. She had been whipped on the ass with a long cowhide whip. Great bleeding welts had been etched into her bottom.
The crew had strung her up by the thumbs and taken turns sucking her pussy. Some of the debauched pirates could almost corkscrew their tongues out of their mouths when they thrust into the hot cunt of a luscious girl. They made her come again and again, as they shoved the dull blade of a long knife in and out of her asshole while simultaneously eating out her cunt. Twenty men took turns eating out her pussy as she swung by her thumbs.
Then she was thrown upon her back, almost half of her pussy hair snatched out of her bush and wedged between yellow teeth. Two held her legs up in the air while their fellow crewmen took turns fucking her cunt, fast and hard, one after the other. Her hair had been undone and now " trailed in long, damp tendrils, along the deck.
Looming over her and staring down at the tortured woman, Mollie felt no pity for her. She had suffered as much and worse at the hands of the Spanish. They had killed her parents as heretics, and the inquisition had tortured and burned her ten year old sister as a witch.
Mollie had been set off to the new world as a slave. She worked in the fields alongside Indians. Her ass stuck out through her split breech shorts. The overseer felt up her bottom every time he went past. He had a habit of spitting down the front of the English girl's ragged shirt, and rubbing his slime into her tits.
He hated the English and took out his rage upon her. Her work was always below the quota he set, and constantly he lashed her ass with his whip. He would pin the sobbing girl under his body and blast welts into her skin, pounding and pounding. As one patch of her buttock skin was covered with injuries, cuts, and bleeding weals, he would go after another section that had partly healed up. He was a ruthless, merciless devil.
When Mollie had escaped she had put a knife into his belly and cut him open from side to side. She had pulled yards of his intestines out with her hands and left him writhing on the ground in his death throes, trying to stuff his intestines back into his slit open belly.
With a dozen Indians plus several Negros Mollie had escaped into the hills. They had made a few raids for food and vengeance, cutting the arms and legs off of a dozen Spaniards. In retaliation the Spanish killed a thousand Indians, including three hundred women and children burned alive in a pit in the ground.
Mollie had then decided to devote herself to the destruction of her enemies, to lead a wild and wanton life and do as she pleased until she was killed in the end.
She and her men escaped to a pirate ship. She was a good fucker, and not too bad at handling herself. She built up the respect of the crew for herself by fucking and sucking the lot of them with an abandon second only to her recklessness in the heat of battle. Under the training of the captain she became an expert in the art of swordplay. She learned to compensate for her lack of physical strength with speed, agility, flexibility, and accuracy. She used a knife in her free hand as well, and this was more than an equalizer. Soon, the enemy learned to fear her. She managed to train a number of the more adventurous and fearless of the whores. They soon became a dangerous force. She became a lieutenant of the crew, and she took in more Indians and evolved the bow and arrow technique that was so deadly to the morale of the enemy.
When the captain died there were three claimants to his vacated post. Mollie and the other two fought it out to the death, in the standard pirate duel.
The first claimant was Rog, a seven foot giant who was not too clever, but entirely fearless and a terrible fighter when wielding his ancient and archaic broadsword in battle. He fought Mollie with knives. Mollie managed to get her blade three times into his chest to cut him down. His fall was the coming down of a giant tree. It was her toughest fight.
Scar face Pancho had been her second foe, a peon escaped from his master. This rival had fought her with his sword, and she had run him through the heart. That gave her the ship, The Golden Dirk, one of the fastest and deadliest vessels in the pirate armada. For six years after that she had been fighting and plundering until her name was a nightmare to every arrogant and proud conquistador.
How could they forget that she had hacked off the breasts and ass of the daughter of the sinister Governor of Panama, and served the roasted delicacies to a group of captives. The girl had enjoyed the sport of using live, untamed Indians for pistol practice, and was not undeserving of her fate.
Mollie kept a harem of boys and girls, many of noble birth. She trained her captives to grovel at her feet, kissing and licking her boots. She used their mouths for toilets, whipped them mercilessly, and gave them away to her trusted lieutenants when she wearied of them.
Thinking of all of this, Mollie straddled the body of the much fucked Maria de Floressa and took a long, heavy piss into her face. She was applauded by her men, who still had the sight of her wild and wanton body to make their cocks go erect at night thinking of her, even though now and ever since she had become captain, her body had not been theirs any more for the taking.
"You pirate bitch," screamed Maria.
"I speak your pig language, Spaniard, so I will answer you. Curb your tongue or I'll have the shit of the ship's cat shoved down your throat."
"Go ahead, the shit of your cat cannot be any worse than the filthy touch of your rotten, pus riddled, leprosy carrying crew."
"You seem to dislike my men."
"I curse all of you. May I live to see your skinned bodies hanging upon the parapets with the crows pecking out your eyes. May your skull wind up on a pike being carried through the streets of Panama."
"I have been in the hands of your men once before, but I escaped to harry you Castilians to hell, where you rightly be-"I see the marks of the breast caresser upon your body. I remember watching you squirm upon it and hearing you scream, as my cousin Diego lifted up my skirts from the rear and squished my hot and coming cunt hole with his hands. He made me have six orgasms as I watched you suffer. Remember, that you gave me sexual pleasure with your pain."
Mollie exploded with rage. Her hand went for her dagger, but she stopped herself knowing that her foe was trying to provoke her so that she would be killed and put out of her suffering.
"You are clever to try and talk the death blow out of me, but I am not foolish enough to grant it to you. We shall have much time to talk about this, through many long hours and many long weeks. I intend to rig up a device of similar nature to let you know how it feels, I shall have hands playing with my sex organs as your breasts are pierced."
"Twenty thousand pieces of gold for my release."
"I have no need of ransom. You are my slave, as many thousands have been your slaves. I have more treasure now than you could imagine, and I am not going to release you for ten times twenty thousand pieces.
It was obviously useless to talk to her any further. Maria shut up, feeling very tired, the pain hitting her in waves. Every muscle of her body was strained and drawn, her thumbs were great swollen masses, her cunt and ass were burning. She could feel the dried slime of all of that fucking within her pussy. But most of all, she feared the terror of the breast caresser.
CHAPTER THREE
Mollie remembered her torture at the hands of the Spaniards. She had been taken in the fall of Toroga. All of the pirates had been wiped out save for a hundred, many of them wounded. Also, three hundred of their women and whores had been captured. On the ships heading for Panama, they had been raped by thousands of soldiers. Over one hundred women had been raped and tortured to death. Some had been branded over fifty times with red-hot irons, or whipped until their flesh hung in shreds.
Mollie had been reserved for the captains and other officers. Several generals as well had raped her. She was tied belly down and fucked twenty times up the ass by one man after another. She had been forced to suck the cocks of fifty officers, one man after the other, and swallow down every drop of their sickening loads of come until her belly was filled out by all of the hot semen she had eaten.
In Panama there had been the mass executions. A priest had made the hypocritical rituals over the men as they were beheaded, or garroted one by one. Of course, they had all been tortured first. Many had been partially skinned. Some had been branded on the chest or ass by the branding iron.
The women had been burned at the stake one by one as whores and carrion followers of the pirates. Several had been whipped to death.
Mollie remembered the death agonies of one luscious girl, a magnificent blonde who was the favorite whore of many of the crewmen. They had thrust red-hot irons against both of her nipples simultaneously. Her flesh had sizzled, and the large, purple buds had been turned black and then burned away.
A red-hot iron had been thrust up her asshole, slowly. Sweat had exploded out of the body of the blonde, as every nerve in her body exploded into such horrible activity that blood vessels were burst. Foam poured from her mouth and water from her pussy.
Her breasts were whipped with lashes tipped with iron spikes. Her mutilated nipples had been the targets, the breasts being torn to pieces and blood flooding down her body.
After that the poor girl had been slowly burned, section by section with lighted torches. They had burned away her breasts, leaving only blackened stumps. They had seared black her armpits, and roasted her ribs. Her buttocks were seared and roasted until the fat dripped out of the blackened and ember-red flesh. Then at last when but a spark of life remained her entire body had been burned to ashes.
Mollie had watched all of this horror and nightmare as the hands of the lecherous guards had obscenely mauled her cunt. After most of the others had died, it was her turn to endure a slow lingering form of tit crucifixion that would end in her death after days of constant pain that would not relent for a single second.
For her they had invented something special, something from the minds of the inquisition. She remembered the looks on the faces of the dribbling, bloodthirsty crowd as she was handed over to the robed and hooded inquisitors. She was dragged up to a platform, so narrow that she could barely stand upon it. Her two enormous and perfect breasts had been thrust through two holes in a block of wood against which her body pressed. Only her breasts were passed through this strange variety of stock, pulled through the tight holes, as her arms were chained behind her back.
As she screamed with horror and fear, long iron needles were thrust through holes in the block of wood, right through her breasts, pinning them from a dozen directions. The long needles many feet long were shoved through her tits and locked with screws, pinning her to the block of wood by her breasts, the front of her body mashed to the splintery wood.
Then suddenly the platform under her feet was pulled away. She hung upon the wooden board by the long skewers piercing her tits. Unimaginable shocks of soul wrenching pain had blasted through her body, as the long skewers had strained under her weight at the puncture holes in her flesh.
Her terrible cries of agony had gone out over the crowd. She had hung before them, and there had been additional torture. One of the inquisitors had poked a long iron pole up into her asshole. The end of the pole that entered her orifice had been spiked, and as he turned it around inside her asshole he scraped it bloody raw until blood rained out of her asshole and dripped down her legs.
Her ass and back had been flogged until they were striped and torn like raw meat. A long cloth had been dabbed upon her flesh, filling her cuts with lemon juice, vinegar, and other burning concoctions.
She had hung there in her agony to rot to death, until exposure and shock finished her off. But that night silent figures had come into the square, killed her guards, and snatched her away in a confusion of swords and pistol balls. Her own crew had not been part of the death toll at Toroga, she had been recovering from a leg wound when the raid was in progress and her own ship had been out looking for plunder. Thus she had a loyal crew to rescue her from her extremity of peril.
Thinking back to that, her anger increased. She had the tortured and raped Maria de Floressa brought to her cabin.
On deck, the riotous rape still continued. Five girls had been hung stark naked from the rigging by their long and lustrous manes of black hair, their cunts stuffed with enormous belaying pins. Their nipples had been pierced with fishhooks, and the pirates pulled on the hooks to make their lovely boobs bounce and shake. The long whips lashed out to tear great red gashes into thighs and bottoms. Patch used his dagger to etch the skull and crossbones into the asses of the girls, one by one. He kissed each of them when he had finished upon her bleeding carving of the pirate emblem.
"What further horrors do you intend to subject me to," Questioned the still proud and hateful aristocratic Maria.
"Everything that the human mind can conceive of that is hideous and painful."
"You pirate scum. Butchering cutthroat."
Mollie laughed. "I think that I will brand our skull and crossbones symbol into those proud and white titties of yours, my lady."
Maria sprang at Mollie. Mollie caught her wrists as the dark haired beauty came in, and the two wild and hot blooded women crashed to the floor, rolling locked together in battle. Mollie pinned her foe underneath and pounded her fist into the supple and soft belly. Maria screamed as her breath shot out of her. Mollie then drove her fist deep into the soft pelvis. She sank it into the hairy patch of hair, slamming down with all of her might. Then she rolled her foe over and sank her nails deep down into the soft fleshy white bottom. She twisted them in, and then ripped all of the way down to the knees and back up again, snapping her fingernails out of the bloody traces she had carved into her victim's flesh.
"Eaaaahhhh. I'll kill you."
Mollie sprang lightly to her feet.
"Kill me if you can," she taunted, with a complete contempt for her opponent.
Maria came slowly to her feet, staggering and reeling. She eyed the dagger lying upon the silk covered bed of the captain. With a light laugh, Mollie tossed the knife to her foe.
"This should do it, if you know how to fight."
A look of gloating satisfaction came over the face of her foe. By the way that she handled the knife, Mollie knew that she faced a foe who knew the use of a knife, although not by far an expert.
"Well, you hold it the right way." Saying this Mollie dodged a fast lunge and brought her foot up with stunning speed right into the cuntbox of her would be slayer. As Maria buckled, she caught the girl by the arm and spun her around. A terrific kick to the ass sent her sprawling on the bed. Mollie snatched up the knife, and cut the girl three times on the right side of the rump, with dazzling speed. Each cut was some five inches long. She then tossed the knife over her shoulder and yanked the girl erect by her hair. Maria spun around and slammed a knee into the cunt of the pirate leader. Mollie buckled, but she slammed her fist into the belly of her opponent, and when the girl buckled, she hit her in the tit, almost mashing the breast flat with the power of her blow. A stinging backhand laid Maria across the bed.
"You took me by surprise girl. Score one point for you."
Maria sprang up and closed with her. Mollie backhanded the girl on the face six times, slamming her so hard that her head bounced, and blood poured out of her mouth. The Spanish noblewoman frothed at the mouth and her dark brooding eyes ignited with homicidal mania. She sprang for Mollie's eyes with her claws. Mollie closed with her and found herself grappling with a madwoman. Even the knee to the cunt failed to stop here. They struggled mashed together, their bodies oozing sweat. Tits and cunts mashed and molded and rippled together. Mollie suddenly had a series of climaxing orgasms, one after the other, as she grappled with her enemy. As they wrestled together and fell down and rolled across the floor their thighs became intertwined and interlocked, and as their flesh throbbed and heaved as one, they both began to orgasm.
They went wild with feline animal instinctive sex love. It was hatred and mutual power and a recognition of animal identity beyond the differences of side and nationality that drove them together. They began to pant and hiss and go mad for each other's flesh. Mollie rolled on top and clenched her hands deep, deep, into the tits of her lover, burrowing her hands down into the puffy white bags until her fingers vanished. She bit hunks of tit flesh into her mouth, patterning the body with bite marks. She clawed at the wounds and scratches left by the Indians and other rapists. She rubbed and socked her cunt into Maria de Floresa's cunt, every orgasm becoming more and more explosive and magnificent.
They slid wet tongues together. Saliva was exchanged. Fingers slid in and out of slippery assholes. Pussies were rubbed and fingered raw. Mollie conquered Maria and opened her mouth wide. As the Spanish girl's eyes rolled with passion, she spit balls of saliva down the girl's mouth again and again while rubbing her pussy into the hot cunt of Maria. Quarts of hot come juice flowed down their spasming legs. They twitched and throbbed.
Mollie took Maria's toes into her mouth one by one and bit them. She slowly and brutally bit every inch of Maria's body as Maria chewed her own nipples and finger-fucked herself through another ten rapid shock wave orgasms.
"Oh, fuck, suck, fuck, fuck" she murmured in a state of delirium.
Mollie crunched her teeth into the shapely and well padded bottom. She bit five bite wounds into each side of the ass and drank blood out of each bite mark. She then spread wide the ravaged legs of the noblewoman and shoved her entire hand all of the way up the come drenched cunt.
Out on the deck the wild rape orgy went on. The twenty sweat and blood soaked bodies were subjected to every form of degradation and torture.
One pirate tied a pretty maid to the rigging, arms spread wide. With a set of tweezers he slowly plucked the hairs out of the girl's cunt nest one by one, kissing her sweetly and gently on the lips with every plucking of a hair out of her quim.
Another pirate hung a girl up from a yardarm by skewering her arms up behind her back and drawing back one of her legs, letting the other hang free. This leg he attached to a rope and began to tug on it, splitting the girl's crotch open wider and wider, straining her gash to the ripping point before letting go to begin all over again.
Another bound a girl to a mast with her arms at her side and one leg bound. Her other leg was tied off in a horizontal position. He pinched up her nipples and then looped cords around them, from which he hung heavy blocks of iron. Her tits stretched and the nipples became squeezed little bloodgorged ellipsoids of bruised flesh. He then shoved an iron bar in and out, in and out of her much abused cunt, which was stretched open by her bondage.
Another pirate tied off two girls in roped bondage, one to the other. He looped the rope around the stem of a rigging spar on the railing of the ship and then threw them over the side. As he pulled up one luscious naked body the other naked female figure would be dragged under water by the slack of the rope. Her body would be ground against the side of the ship and she would be mildly keelhauled as she was scraped upon the rough hull. The girl dragged up to the railing wound then be hurled down into the water and the torturer would reel in the other girl, playing with her raw scraped tits and ass for a while, squeezing water out of her, and letting her catch her breath, before throwing her down and bringing up the other.
A vicious fellow who had been severed from his right arm by a Spanish slave overseer tried a variation on this. He made noose from two ends of a rope. He threw the rope over a yardarm, and then dropped the nooses around the necks of two of the noble girls. He tied their hands behind their backs, and their nipples were pierced with red-hot needles.
He then shortened off the rope and kicked the stool out from under one of the girls. As she dangled, he pulled on the rope. It lifted the other off the ground. He kept this up, as others stood around in fascination. As one girl kicked and jerked, hanging and choking on the end of the rope, the other would be catching her breath with her feet on the ground. Then he would pull on the body of the hanging girl and the other one would be drawn up kicking and strangling into the air. He fingerfucked the cunt and ass of the girl he had pulled down, kissing her mouth and kneading her tits. Then he pulled down the other one. He kept this up until neither could take any more. Then he cut them down and threw them on their backs and fucked one while another of the crew fucked the second.
Other girls were flogged. They were whipped everywhere. On their shapely breasts, on their soft asses, on their cunt mounds, and bellies, and ripe thighs. Those who had been virgins only a little while ago were treated the worst. The pirates had little use for the overprotected daughters of the murderous conquerors. They were without pity in their handling of them.
Mollie was sitting on the face of Maria. She was going through the last act of her sexual conquest and soul theft of the arrogant girl. SHE very slowly took a shit into the mouth of Maria de Floresa. Maria ate down the mess, gobbling, chewing, and sucking it slowly and with great relish. Afterwards a booted foot was extended to her. She licked the boots clean, and raised her ass into the air for the sting of the whip upon her tender tail. Mollie did not know just how much this was worth, but sexually she owned the body and soul of Maria.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mollie Bass rammed a wooden peg up the ass of her new slave girl, Maria de Floreso. She wedged a belaying pin up her expanded and fucked open cunt, and then clamped an iron ring around her neck. Putting a chain through a small bolt on the ring, she led the beauty around the ship, a naked slave.
"Let's see how your fellows are faring in the hands of my crew."
The riot and debauchery was still going on. Maria asked to see her maid, Carmen, a luscious and exotic tall girl from the southern regions of Spain. The girl had been tied over the railing of the ship, with her toes stretched out to pegs in the decking. Her ass had been filled with salty sea water and a wedge had then been hammered up into her. Blood seeped down her body from a series of whip welts on her ass, overlapping and interconnected great masses of welts cut into her soft flesh.
"Well, she could be doing better, but then she could be doing worse."
Cathia walked up to them, leading a small and slender girl with budding little breasts who was barely fifteen. The girl had been fucked until she could barely walk. Her torso was criss crossed with welts, and her back was covered with lash marks that had been caked with salt to further increase her suffering.
"I see that you have made a new conquest."
"Perhaps I have, but one which I intend to share with you, my pet."
There was jealousy in the eyes of her right hand Spaniard slayer, and Mollie found it to her liking. She allowed Cathia to paw the body of Maria in a not too gentle manner. She shoved her fingers into the cleavage between Maria's tits and raked a series of bloody claw marks down to her patch of pubic bush.
"She really is scratched and marked.
Those Indians almost took the hide off of her when they were fucking her together."
"Perhaps she would care for more of that treatment, she seemed to like it." Maria shuddered with revulsion. Mollie drew her in, her voice hissing with cruelty as she tugged on the chain.
"Perhaps she should fuck many Indians. Her family has a reputation for excessive cruelty and massacre. It would do her good to be staked out at least one every few days, and fucked by some twenty or so Indian warriors."
"Speaking of Indian warriors, we lost two in the battle and another is wounded badly."
"Then we must recruit more. But they must be good, the finest archers we can find. I want twenty or more fresh men."
"Most Indians have an aversion to cannon fire."
"I cannot blame them for that. I dread it myself. A cannon can strike off an arm or a leg, and no valor can combat it."
"We need another hundred men I think. A good hundred replacements. After this raid, we should have all we want. The men will swarm to you."
"We can only take those that are free and shipless."
That was one of the rules of the brotherhood of the coast. It was forbidden to take the crew out from under a brother captain, unless he was deposed by one of his crew. These were rules necessary to hold the brotherhood together against the common enemy.
Cathia walked over to the sprawled body of a raped girl. She sat on the mouth of the girl, squishing her ass around, wallowing her crotch over the nose and mouth.
"Suck my cunt and ass, whore."
The girl had been taught much in a short period aboard that ship. She hastened to obey. Slurping, licking, sucking sounds came from under the rippling, shaking flesh of the big ass of Cathia.
Mollie thought of the port so close. In a few more days they would be back at their base.
Patch was leaning against the railing on the ship, his arm resting on one of the twenty pounders. A girl was on her knees licking his ass. She had her face buried in his rump and her tongue was all of the way up his ass, sloshing around, in and out, in and out. She had been licking his ass for a long time. At last she broke her face away from his ass. Her lips were covered with brown stains.
"Please master, I have been licking your ass for more than an hour. Can I not quit.?"
"Alright, senorita. But you have to lick my boots instead."
The conquered girl put her mouth to his boots and began to lick them. She swept her tongue up and down from the toes to the buckles on the knee caps.
"See how she licks his boots Maria. Get down on your knees and kiss my boots for me."
"You may have conquered me, pirate, but you have not made me a total slave. Much as I am attracted to you for your violent and evil qualities, I can break this hold when necessary. It will not prevent me from rejoicing over your downfall when it occurs, and I have you in my hands bowing down to slavery at my command."
"That is a long and pretty speech, but quite meaningless. If you think that you're ever going to see such a thing you are living in a fool's delusion, Spanish slut."
Maria dropped to her knees and began to polish the boots. Mollie closed her eyes and leaned back, listening to the music of the screams of raped and tortured enemy women. She drank in the sounds of anguish and terror.
One girl had been tied to the mast, her back and ass exposed to the cat-o'nine tails. It slashed into her soft flesh, ripping great bloody streaks into her mushy bottom and smooth back. There were few of the girls not streaked and scarred by now with the whip and the knife.
One of the pirates etched a cross into each cheek of her bottom. He poured a bit of salt into the wounds as well to give her screams a bit of seasoning.
As Maria licked the boots clean, suddenly she had an inspiration. Without a thought, on instinct; she pushed upon the legs of her mistress and spilled her over the side. With catquick reflexes Mollie caught onto a trailing line, keeping from going over into the stormy deep. She would have been saved anyway, but at least this kept her ass dry.
Rafo, one of the pirate band, leaped upon Maria and plunged her to the deck as two others helped the captain over the side. His hands closed on her throat and he began to choke her to death in a blind rage. He had her tongue protruding out of her mouth and a rattle sounded in the back of her mouth.
"Hold, Rafo. I want that bitch alive and well."
The voice of the captain was as cold and merciless as the summoning voice of death itself.
Maria stood before her, once more defiant and unbroken, aloof and unyielding. Her murder attempt had returned her respect and self possession to her.
"What did you hope to gain by that?"
"Your destruction, pirate scum."
"Fool, think I be unable to swim upon the sea. Do you think that none would see me go over or hear my scream or notice that I am gone."
She slapped the treacherous Castilian across the mouth, back and forth. Her hand was a blur of movement, and blood burst from the edge of Maria's mouth.
"Now I shall show you the rewards for your foul treachery."
"You shit pirate scum."
A slash of the whip crossed over her tits. Another cut put the cross mark of the x into her bleeding boobs.
"Now I shall give you that branding that I threatened you with."
"No, no, you cannot."
It was too late to plead for mercy. The branding iron was brought out and heated over a fire. It was an iron with a skull and crossbones insignia for a brand, and as it heated Maria fancied that the eyes of the skull were burning into hers and that the skull face was leering at her with sardonic mirth.
"You are one of those that no softness can ever be shown to. Very well, then I WILL show none toward you.
Maria struggled in vain against the grip of the two laughing and leering buccaneers who held her. Their tight grip would not relax, and their hands stroked over the exposed contours of her body. "Have a fine feel of her, lads."
Other buccaneers took advantage of the offer to put their hands all over her body. The poor terrified girl screamed and screamed. She watched the heat build in the branding iron.
"Now its ready for you."
The captain picked it up and thrust it right against the right breast, above the nipple. The flesh seared and darkened, smoke boiling up from the roasting meat. The spasms of Maria's tortured body almost shook her free of the grip of the two brawny freebooters. When the iron was taken away she slumped forward, a prominent skull and crossbones brand burned into the flesh of her right tit.
"That should show her who is in command of this ship and what her future status will be."
It was clear that the arrogant bitch would not be overstepping again, not with that mark etched into her white skin for the rest of her life. Mollie touched the still smoking flesh with her hand. She pinched the wound half closed. It was a beautiful branding, a fine professional job.
"That is one of the best you've ever done," Cathia said. "Even better than the collection of ten brands on his chest and ass that you gave to Captain de Cordova."
"Well, the bitch will long be regretting that she tried to scuttle me over the rail."
"It was a foolish thing, and now she bares a fool's mark."
Mollie took the contessa by her long hair and dragged her ass across the deck. She opened the door to her cabin and threw the girl in, watching her roll and bump down the five shallow steps.
"I'll still be getting my pleasure out of her, even if her body is a bit scarred now." She applied some Indian grease to the brand mark. The ointment would prevent infection from setting in and soon close off the wound, although Mollie knew nothing of such unknown concepts of the future as infection, she only knew that the grease made from bear fat and various herbs and roots was a good medication for injuries. It had cost the life of the Indian medicine man who had first shown it to the Spanish, despite its effectiveness they burned him for heresy and witchcraft; and then practiced what he had shown them.
Mollie brought the Spanish woman around by throwing water in her face.
She awoke clutched by the hand of pain and she instinctively reached for the spot where her flesh had been scarred by the branding iron. She discovered to her horror that indeed, she did carry the hideous mark of the skull and cross bones in her flesh.
"You filthy barbarian."
"Tell me once again how Diego stole his hand up your skirt and toyed with your harlot's cunt while you watched me hanging by my breasts. I've shown you, lass, how we treat you high and mighty rulers of New Spain. But you have seen nothing. Wait until I have you in the dungeons of The Black Inferno. I shall peel your hide off an inch at a time over a low fire, stoking it hot and basting your white flesh with a pleasant collection of spices and Indian herbs. Would such a fate, I warrant, cause you to show the proper respect for me?"
"In the name of mercy, don't do that to me. I beg of you, don't do it."
A hand caressed her face, exploring the swirling and interlaced pattern of scratch marks all along her cheeks and crossing over her chin.
"You have gone through a rough time of it. But perhaps you can still suck your way into my good graces."
Mollie spread her legs wide and yanked the long black hair, clasping the girl to her body. She began to tremble and shake as the fire coursed through her veins under the soothing and skilled action of the wet, hot mouth. The tongue thrust in and out of her heated slit. She took up a short whip and flayed it across the sweat dripping back of the Spanish girl. She lashed bloody stripes into the soft but firm flesh.
On the deck the crew still waged a heated and wild orgy with the girls as the ship sped for their home base. The poor, raped bodies were spread upon the boards in contorted and humiliating positions for yet another round of raping.
The boy spared out of the crew by the sex hungry pirate queen found himself the victim of this lust just as surely and brutally as the girls were. A jeering, cursing and drunk gunner's mate humped his ass up in the air, smearing his face into the deck and jutting his ass up high, playing with it and slapping it. He patted the soft but bruised and welted bottom, his saliva dribbling upon it as he contemplated his forced entry.
"Now, my lad, I want you to be a nice lad and let your old uncle in there."
He dug four fingers deep into the ass, screwing them around and trying to grind the boy's bottom out of it's position locked in the framework of his flesh.
"Have a go at him, already, Bill, and be letting your mates in on the lad."
Bill showed his ass to his impatient friend, and then positioning his ass high up in the air, he came hammering down into the tender bottom, driving his great gut splitting spike right into the ass, hammering nine inches down into the raped and enlarged hole. The screaming and begging boy took it in one foul stroke and collapsed on the deck, his arms and legs flopping about in every direction giving him the appearance of a fish pulled out of water.
"That's a fine and deep jump, Bill."
"A big fish I've landed."
"A big jump and a big fish. Takes a real seaman to handle himself so well."
"Thanks for the compliment, Royal. You can take the fish next."
It seemed amusing to match the boy with one of the girl slaves. They married his mouth to her ass, and after the ceremony one of the crew fucked the mouth and one the ass. They were then united, his mouth forced to lick and chew the dripping come and after that, a gob of hot smelly shit, out of her ass as a group of sailors lined up and took turns at her mouth and at his ass.
A huge pirate with a long black beard, a scar splitting the bridge of his nose, and a wooden stump where his right hand should have been, lifted the naked body of the now unconscious boy. He held the body over head, come dripping out of the asshole. He put the dangling cock to his mouth and sucked on it, twisting it with his teeth, as he held the boy above his head with enormous strength. The girl was given over to half a dozen pirates at once. As one of them fucked her cunt, a second raped her ass, and a third shot his load off down her hard pressed mouth, two others jerked themselves off by using her hands, and afterwards they wiped themselves clean on her face.
CHAPTER FIVE
Maria de Floresa's heart sank as she stared at the fortress of New Toroga, coming closer and closer. She had heard the legends of the unassailable and impregnable pirate stronghold, but never had she actually expected to see it. The place was indeed foreboding and awesome. Huge cliffs beyond an armor of treacherous reefs with heavy seas breaking upon cliff line and reef barrier. The entire coast was protected this way except for the deeply indented harbor. The cliffs to the right and left of the harbor were mounted with two powerful fortresses, one almost invisibly dug into the stone of the cliff wall. Powerful batteries of cannon pointed to sea. There were doubtlessly other batteries, moveable batteries perhaps, surrounding the fortresses.
In the harbor were some eight large pirate ships, as well as a number of small craft. As they came into the harbor flying the flag signifying success, they were met with a salute by the guns of the stronghold.
"Impressive, my little doxy, is it not. We have several thousand citizens of this island including the Indian natives, the whores and traders, and the merchants who do business with us. Quite an improvement over The old Toroga and the other forts that fell to your thrice damned countrymen."
No sounds came from Maria's mouth, except for choking gurgles. Her face was red with both shame and strangulation.
There were two large, thick cocks rammed together into her mouth. Laughing pirates used her hair as reins, pulling on her tangled and messed up tresses as they thrust their members deep into her mouth. Their cocks ground together as they pumped in unison, in and out, in and out. Her cheeks puffed out to the fullest capacity as she struggled to handle the strangling mass of hot meat rammed deep into her.
Two other pirates were playing with her ass. One kneaded the dough while another sang choruses of, "Fuck my Sister," while pumping his ten inch monstrosity in and out of her bottom hole.
"That's the fine lads. Lets see that meat bounce."
Maria winced at the harsh sound of her oppressor's voice. Mollie Bass stood there, her pussy dripping come juice as Slaughter Cathia slipped five fingers in and out of her. She laughed and thrilled at the humiliating plight of her prisoner. Maria drank the spurting come out of the two big pricks. The white threaded spurts of fluid shooting and bouncing and spilling out of her mouth as the Golden Dirk sailed into harbor and hundreds of cutthroats and sluts and rabble witnessed her cockeating.
The cargo of writhing, screaming, sweat dripping, whipped, raped, bruised, battered, and brain shattered girls were passed through hundreds of hands. Every tit was mauled, kneaded, twisted, groped, explored, measured, sucked, bitten, licked, and slapped. Every girl was fingerfucked to orgasms by the wild throng.
Whores greeted the crew, displaying cunt and ass. Patch lifted a hefty and delightful girl up under the arm and went romping off with her, his hands at work kneading her masses of bouncy tit.
"Now we shall show you the hospitality of our city."
Mollie chilled the blood of Maria with that promise. The pathetic beauty was borne off by two of the ugliest and most repellant of the pirates. Her flesh was mashed to sour, hairy, skin; hard as leather. Twisted, misshapen features leered at her. From all around hands grabbed her ass, pinching and clawing, the people eager to inflict more misery upon her.
Mollie Bass fastened the prisoner to a leash. She led her two personal captives, the noblewoman, and the young boy-soldier, together, chained and leashed through the milling throng. Hands caressed and prodded them, they were poked and goosed along without mercy. Old hags and hatefilled, crippled old buccaneers ran alongside to spit into the faces and upon the bodies of the two miserable captives.
Mollie dragged them along through the streets. From the windows pisspots and shitpots were emptied onto them. Flowers and kisses were thrown to Mollie, on the other hand. She allowed both pirates and their whores to rush out of the cheering crowds and slosh her flesh with wet, sloppy kisses.
Sending her captives off to her mansion, Mollie went off on the shoulders of her crew along with their chests of coins and jewels to celebrate. The bars of gold and silver remained aboard the ship under heavy guard, but the lesser treasure went with them on a riotous tour of the various taverns. Great masses of rum and wine went down parched throats, and scores of fucked out whores were left limp in the wake of the rioting, wild crew.
Mollie, Cathia, and eight other women members of her crew wound up sitting on the faces of whores, being sucked off as they wiggled their asses to shake around Mollie shifted her ass to accommodate the biting, sharp teeth of the red-headed whore who was sucking and eating her bottom. Cathia sat upon a black girl's face, while she rolled the girl's long tits together, and tried to tie them in knots. Cathia took another long swig of rum and began once more to piss a few pints of fluid down the throat of her whore. Mollie made the knocking, bouncing balls slop around inside her cunt provoking a severe, unending round of orgasms. Six climaxes one after the other shook her, and she fell back almost in a faint with a tremendous continuous flow of pussy oil streaming out of her. The ravenous whore eagerly drank down her wine.
While Mollie was celebrating her victory over the treasure ship half a dozen war galleons were ending their search for the Golden Dirk. It was apparent to the Spanish that they had lost again.
Captain de Sota cursed his luck. He was within twenty miles of the accursed fortress and he thought that he had missed his quarry by a matter of hours. If he had gotten within sight of them, they might have turned to fight. That was all he wanted, a fair fight with the bitch pirate queen.
"Damn her."
As he thought of the bitch who had gotten away from him again, he decided to take out his hatred upon the blonde English girl groveling at his feet. The girl was licking his toes one by one, her long pink tongue worn from the hours she had spent sucking his feet. He laid the whip out upon her shoulders, letting it snake down her back. Her eyes filled with tears, her supplicating face begged for mercy. In a corner his two Indian slave girls were shaking their tits at him, and their red bodies dripped with water, as they had been moving their tits without pause for the better part of two hours.
He snapped the whip out. It ripped the nipples of Leola, one of his Indian girls, splitting them in two and splashing her blood upon the wall. She screamed and spun around, presenting him with a perfect shot at her scarred back.
"Slave scum, get back in your position." He gripped his English girl under the chin. She opened her mouth and he spit down her throat. She flinched and gagged, then managed to swallow down the slime. She collapsed at his feet, coughing and licking his feet once more. He walloped her upon her upthrust bottom globes. The whip jumped across the crack between her buttocks, inflicting a brutal welt across both cheeks.
His second in command entered, after knocking.
"What is it, Diego."
"Capitan, perhaps it would be a sensible idea to turn about at this point."
De Sota drank his wine, and sneered. "Afraid of the pirate trash, are you, man."
"If we did meet a whole fleet of them, we would be in a bad way."
De Sota thrust his fingers into the mouth of his blond victim, and tried to make her choke. He gripped her nipple with steely fingers and twisted it until he found blood fountaining from the tip, under his thumb.
"Do you know what Black Alex does with captured officers now? "
"No sir."
De Sota enjoyed playing with the fears of the man.
"Well sir, he takes that officer and ties him to a cannon naked, out under the sun. The searing heat blisters the skin off of the poor fellow in short time, and as the skin blisters under the heat, a man standing by picks and peels it off of the body. The poor man is forced to eat down his own skin as the sun strips it away. His bare, blasted flesh, exposed to the ghastly heat, is prodded and pricked with knives by members of the crew, who begin to gradually cut away small pieces of his body. These pieces are roasted and given to the fellow to eat. The last part is the simple act of keel hauling the half dead officer. He is cast over the side of the ship and dragged along the hull. His skinned, bleeding, torn body is ripped and sliced, until the flesh is torn from his bones."
De Sota munched on grapes as he related these atrocities to the pale and shaken officer. Actually, the torture he was relating to the lieutenant was one that he himself had invented, a torture he had subjected runaway Indian slaves to for his own private amusement. He had paid the owners of course, for their losses. He was, after all, an officer and a noble.
"And now, Vargas, I want you to turn this ship to a new course and head for Santo Solad. I will be out on the deck myself very soon."
There were still trumps in his cards that he had yet to play. There were the prisoners, including those spying maids from the personal staff of Contessa Varna. They had been selling information to the pirates, merely because the contessa had the habit of sometimes hanging them by the breasts and listening to their screams. Well, they would scream loudly now for what they had done, and there would be none to take pity upon them. They would tell him the information he needed to make an end to this bitch of a pirate and all of the others operating out of New Toroga.
De Sota remembered the fall of Old Toroga. What a fantastic day of victory that had been. They had gone in early with the upcoming sun at their backs. The pirate gun batteries and the ships had smashed their craft to pieces with cannon fire, but still they had gone in. Other parties had landed all along the island that held Toroga, and come upon the pirates from all sides. With six ships and most of the better fighters gone, and the odds five to one, the Spanish had brought down the pirates.
De Sota remembered running through the streets, among the flaming buildings. The naked woman of a pirate came racing out of an alleyway and shot down a helmeted and armored soldier. Two of the soldiers had then held her while a fierce Kiofoga cannibal, one of the few Indian tribes used by the Conquistadors other than as slaves, and slowly felt up and explored the breasts of the woman with greedy hands and eyes. Then he produced a long, sharp, curved knife. With diabolical slow cruelty he sliced off her breasts and ate them before her eyes.
De Sota felt his prick go hard and rise up as he remembered the slaughter. He could picture the Indian munching on the breasts of the woman, tearing off the nippies and popping them into his mouth and chewing them slowly. As the Indian bit and sucked the face of his maddened victim, he would press a mouthful of the mashed human meat out of his own mouth into hers.
These cannibals had been among the deadliest terrors that the Conquistadors possessed. Even the leaders were against them, but in the field they were used, and a blind eye was turned. In fact, the crueler of the slaughtering loot grabbing Conquistadors taught them new methods of cruelty.
It was De Sota who invented the torture of slitting around the pubic pelt of an Indian girl and slowly skinning off the patch of hair that covered her vagina. De Sota had heard that certain Indians of the northern continent used this method upon the scalps of their foes. He had invented a far more delightful variation upon it, and it was a vast amusement to his friends when he had it demonstrated for them.
As he thought of this, Rachael, his captive, was sucking upon his cock which had grown huge and ready as he remembered his past cruelties and triumphs. His eyes clouded over. He remembered Mirales, her body warm and close to his, as they watched a magnificent Indian girl slowly stripped of her bleeding scalp of pussy hair. The skin was peeled off of her genitals, the hair all coming away with it, and the brutal girl whose ass he was pounding and slapping gurgled her saliva into his mouth and breathed her hot breath into his ears and begged him to continue the skinning. At a signal from him the cannibal went on with the work, cutting away the skin from the girl's ass and breasts. She was a tough and proud girl, but when he began to peel the skin from her armpits she broke.
"Mercy, por favor, mercy," she screamed in Spanish.
Her gyrations, the wild foaming of her mouth, the frantic twitching of her limbs, all of the expressions and smells and sounds and sights of her agonies turned the women hot and animal. They panted and mouthed blasphemies, allowing the men to beat and strip them. As De Sota rammed one hand all of the way up into the hot water gushing cunt and the other up into the ass, channeling out the two asses wider than they had ever been before, he signaled the cannibal to begin a ghastly meal. As the women went mad with passion and cruel satisfaction watching the horror, the cannibal began to munch and eat the skinned portions of the girl's body. The Indian girl spun and kicked upon her chains as she was turned about, and her body eaten away by the brutal subhuman. He tore off huge pieces of her ass, and with blood dripping down his chest out of his fang toothed mouth, he ate the meat. He tore off her nipples and swallowed them down, then began to eat her breasts away down to the stumps. He used his strong fingers to tear off pieces of her ass, big chunks of meat which he crammed into his mouth.
As De Sota kicked and punched and pounded his woman to a bloody, unconscious piece of ruin, he watched the slow slaughter.
As of late, such excesses were frowned upon. It had been ten years since that delight. But there would be wild festivals ahead of him still, especially when the pirates were hunted and brought down. He hoped that the day of victory would be close at hand. It was becoming tiresome to wait for the great day to come.
At hand, was his English pig of a girl. He pulled a handful of hair out of her head. He pulled her face forward, making her take even more of his long cock down her throat. He was teaching the little bitch who was the boss, all right. He would teach all of the bitches sooner or later.
He thought of the pirate girls once more. The pirate whores with their bushes set on fire. The pirate girls hanging from their tits, with men leaping upon their legs and pulling at them until their breasts were torn off.
On deck the cursing lieutenant did the job that had to be done. As always the bastard of a captain was relaxing in his cabin, enjoying the agonies of his slaves. It was not right for such things to be going on. The officer hoped that when they finally did clash with the pirates, the bastard would get a cutlass through his belly. He would be a comical sight, his fat guts spilling out.
CHAPTER SIX
Maria squirmed on her belly, groveling in the slimy filth on the dungeon floor. Her face brushed through an accumulation of stinking shit. Mollie commanded her to shove her face into it and smear her features deep into the filth. She did as she was commanded. The whip cracked inches away from her inviting ass.
Mollie ordered her to stand up. She swept the whip around the cringing girl's waist, cracking it into her tender midriff. "You're stinking. Clean yourself off." Maria hurled herself headfirst into a huge iron tank filled with icy cold water. When she emerged shivering and dripping wet, she left a residue of filth behind her as well as traces of blood in the swirling water.
"Very much better, my girl."
Mollie surveyed her up and down. The body was well served with the marks of the lash. Many of the whitish marks were fading away now. It would leave room for the new ones she intended to inflict upon the haughty and evil bitch. The branding mark of the skull and crossbones had healed up and now it was a very fetching beauty spot upon the tit of the girl.
"Come over here on your knees."
There was a joint of beef simmering over the fire used to heat branding irons and other implements.
The smell of the roasting meat made the juices churn in her mouth, she was ravenous with hunger. She had been fed on bread and water out of the mouths of other Spanish captive girls. She thought of the feel of their whip slashed bodies pressing to her skin as they chewed up the food and then passed it into her mouth.
Mollie petted her captive upon her long, lustrous, black locks. She was an adorable prize, and her hated arrogance made her that much more of a challenge. What sheer delight it was to break her down to a state of obedience.
"Are you hungry."
The captive looked at the smoking, sizzling meat and nodded her head.
"Well, you shall have a taste of it, but only a taste. I want you to tear off pieces of that delicious meat in your mouth and then pass it into my mouth. That was a favorite pastime of the Contessa de Lorentalos, a custom she admitted to under interrogation. I have her performing this task daily for Indian serving maids just as Indian slave girls used to perform this for her."
Maria knew about that bit of cruelty. She had delighted in watching the Indian slave girls perform this task for Florenca. She herself had experienced this pleasure at the invitation of her friend, who had been captured two years ago aboard her own treasure galleon on a return voyage to Spain loaded with treasure.
"Please, can I not have just a little bite."
The whip slashing across her breasts three strokes was her answer.
"Feed me slave, before you do arouse my ire."
Mollie spread wide her legs, to accommodate Inta, a nubile, fourteen year old girl who was half Indian and half French. The child had been sold to a Spanish noble by a tribe of Indians from the northern areas. She had suffered terrible indignities and tortures at the hands of her master. Mollie had given the child the pleasure and vengeance of cutting out the heart of her master while he lived and screamed with the unending broken bleat of a madman. Before the removal of his heart there had been other refinements to increase his sufferings all the more. It had been a blessing to him when his heart was at last removed from his bloody ruin of a body.
Inta slipped her tongue in and out of her mistress' pussy cave. Her life was so wonderful now, servicing her mistress and protector, participating in wonderful wild sex orgies, eating cunt and cock. She loved the aroma of her mistress as she came, and every day that her mistress was in port she sucked both the pussy and the asshole at least one time.
Inta manipulated the puffy, floppy pussy lips around and inside her lips, flopping her tongue over them, and probing in and out of the hole. She explored the contours of the inner and outer lips with her tongue and lips and teeth, doing clever little tricks with her mouth to increase the pleasure.
As her wonderful pet increased her pleasure, Mollie lashed out and snapped her whip around the flanks of Maria. The whip cracked into her hips, smashing the blood out of the deep cut lines left in her flesh. Maria was reeled in screaming. Mollie caught hold of one of her breasts and squeezed hard, dropping her to her knees. The savage little Indian girl bit into the ass of the Spanish captive. As Maria threshed and struggled Mollie held her down and allowed little Inta to bite dozens of sharp, little bite marks into the soft bottom. Inta dug her mouth into a long, whip slash and sucked the blood right out of it on one sweep along the cut.
"Eat her, my little wild cat."
Inta bit into the belly, the tits. She tore out a clump of hair from the pussy and another from the scalp. Maria was forced to passively accept her beating. Inta licked and kissed the black haired Contessa all along her face and neck. Then she bit into the tit until her mouth filled with blood.
"Enough my little treasure. I want to eat now."
The beaten and battered woman began to tear great, tasty hunks of simmering, juice dripping roast beef off of the joint and to slip the pieces from her mouth into that of her oppressor. As she did so Mollie toyed with her body, delicately slipping a single rigid finger almost gently into her cunt cave, or stroking the nipples hot and rigid. Occasionally Maria was forced to slip the meat into the mouth of the little Indian girl. She was always forced to wince and grimace under the sly and cruel punishment meted out by the girl, who might ram an entire hand up into the cunt in one cruel motion.
After most of the meat was gone the bone was tossed into the corner. Maria was sent scrambling after it, and she lay there weeping bitterly, gnawing the meat from the bone, her naked body leaking cunt cream, the whip marks still fresh on her tortured flesh.
Her punishment went on relentlessly from day to day. Sometimes she was staked out on the platform of punishment in the main square. Buccaneers lined up to take their turns fucking her, sometimes thirty or more plugged her, shooting off in her hot cunt.
Sometimes she was racked, the spikes sinking into her stretched flesh as the wheels were turned and her body was strained at it's joints. At such a time Cathia or Mollie would whiplash her flesh with the whips, cutting the long and thin whip cuts into her body.
Mollie hung her up by her thumbs and whiplashed every inch of her body. It took several brutal hours to slowly whip the captive. Mollie took her time, with Cathia and Inta giving her many a cunt reaming as she lashed the twitching white form dripping sweat and blood and swaying in its bonds.
She crisscrossed the lashes into the breasts, every blow making the breast rise, bounce, and heave, leaving a delicate cut behind. Soon the breasts were covered with a thin film of blood seeping out of many welts. The nipples were swollen and turned a deep shade of purple.
The ass was the recipient of over one hundred lashes. Mollie flogged it from the base of the spine to midthigh. She lashed the ass until the welts ran into one another and merged into an indecipherable pattern. She made the crack between the buttocks run with claret.
At her command Inta and Cathia held the legs wide apart. Each of them spread one leg as far as possible completely revealing the crotch and cunt of the victim for torture. Mollie slipped her whip along the crevice between the bleeding buttocks. It cracked deep into the cleavage, smoking upon the asshole, the tip looping up and smacking with fire and lightning upon the cunt lips.
"That should make her dance."
The legs heaved, convulsed, and spasmed. It was difficult to hold the tortured body still. Cathia dug her fingers up into the cunt and twisted them around, hooking and pulling.
"Hold still you bitch."
Maria held still for the next two whip strokes on her cunt mound. The fourth landed upon her pussy lips again cutting a gash into them and hitting the anal ring with such force that it was scraped bloody. The body jerked and kicked, before the victim went limp.
The rubbing of salt into every wound, every bloody cut, every raw inch of skin, brought the poor girl around again. This beating did much to break down her resistance.
Sometimes she was tortured in company with other captives. She and a young Contessa from Florida were tied together in the sixty-nine position and forced to suck each other off all night long. Any faltering was met with the stroke of the whip upon soft flesh. They suffered and experienced pleasure, coming until neither had the energy left to come again. It was made all the more unbearable by the fact that it was public, and they were subjected to the touches, gropings, and spit of the passer-bys. One drunken whore cocked a leg over them and pissed upon the two noblewomen to the delight of her friends.
At times Maria remembered with delight her own pleasure meeting out the penalties to her Indian slaves. She had kept a harem of a dozen young girls, and their tongues were quite pleasant. Maria would sleep in the nude with one girl kissing her cunt and a second kissing her ass.
"Stupid, incompetent slaves," She would rant in a blind rage, when lashing out with her whip. She would drive the unfortunate before her, lashing the breasts and ass without mercy.
When she had a particularly beautiful slave girl she would test the stamina of the girl by thrusting red hot needles into the breasts. It was always pleasant to see how much pain one of them could bear without screaming.
She had watched the male slaves in the fields being whipped and mistreated. When one was worked to death there were a dozen more to take his place.
Now she was paying for all of that, although she felt no guilt in the things that she had done. She had reacted no worse than any of the others.
The torture gradually wore down her spirit and reduced her to a state of subservience. Her fawning and deep sexual attraction to her cruel mistress seemed genuine enough.
Slaughter Cathia ran her hand over a pattern of welts along the back of the cowed beauty. She grimaced in disgust and distrust at the meek expression of Maria de Florensa.
"Look at the cow eyes on this slut. I trust her not. Remember the last time you trusted this treacherous pig."
Mollie took the girl's chin in her hands.
"I think that she is safe enough. She knows what her fate would be were she to ever try so foolish a thing again. Do you not?"
Maria nodded her head. Cathia delivered a kick to Maria's rump that sent her spinning across the room.
"Still, I like it not. I tell you to sell off this vixen on the block. Let some other worry about her."
Mollie laughed. She had nothing to worry about from Maria or any other Spanish noblewoman. Suddenly, as she was exchanging a subtle rubbing together of breasts with Cathia preliminary to deeper sexual pleasures, there came the rumble of the big guns upon the cliffs.
"Those are the long batteries. Something is happening."
They went running down to the harbor, along with a stream of pirates, merchants, Indians, and women. Mollie's crew were mainly stationed aboard the ship and in the huge building that serviced as Mollie's mansion and headquarters. She assembled her crew down in the harbor beside their vessel.
"What is it," She asked Patch.
"Jolly George Morgan's ship, the Tempest," he said. "Escorted by a half dozen Spanish warships. The bastards have taken him and are now bringing back his corpse and that of his ship to gloat over us."
The pirate queen looked through her glass at the ships off the harbor, hovering just out of range. One was a ruin, the sails down, the masts shattered. It was a broken hulk, and it was sent forward to drift into the harbor. The Spanish fleet turned away, drifting out to sea. She could almost imagine that she heard the sounds of laughter and triumph coming from that grim fleet.
"Those dirty bastards."
The broken craft slowly floated in. A few cutters moved out to grapple it and bring it into dock. Upon landing it was found that the ship was virtually a floating tomb. Dead were scattered upon the decks, awash in dried blood seeped into the cracks of the boards. The captain hung from a yardarm along with those others who had been taken alive. They had been flayed inch by inch. The captain had been slowly hanged as well, taken up into the air and then brought down, his strangulation slow and cruel.
Every cannon, every weapon had been removed. As the ship drew near to the pier suddenly there was an explosion in the hold, and a deluge poured in below the waterline. The ship was hurriedly moved out into the harbor to sink up to the line of masts.
"The bastards," Mollie roared. "Are we going to let them get away with this?" There was a general outcry for vengeance. But there were few captains willing to put out to sea and face the enemy armada.
"Those are the finest ships in the Spanish Armada," said King Tortugas. "If we take them on now, on their own terms, we'll be asking for trouble, for certain doom. This is what they want. They sent this dead ship with its dead men in here to tempt us out."
"Well, I for one am rising to the bait. There isn't a ship afloat that can match up to the Golden Dirk in speed."
With two other bold craft the Dirk was soon outfitted and in pursuit of the six Spanish craft. There was a long sea chase for all of a day and a night. Whenever the Spanish ran after their foes, they fled before the enemy ships. But whenever the pursuit was relented the Dirk closed in to strike with it's long range cannon, Old Harry, which struck and drew blood from long range. Over one hundred shots were fired at the enemy, and not one ship was able to get close enough to strike at the stinging gnat. The three pirate craft tried to maneuver one or two of the enemy ships away from the others, but this strategy failed.
As the next day dawned the enemy were upon the horizon, almost lost in the night. The Spanish had scattered, and wedging their three craft together, the pirates closed in upon the enemy, cutting off one of the galleons. As the two accompanying ships maneuvered to hold off the enemy, the Golden Dirk closed boldly in on Captain De Sota's El Diablo, which outgunned it three to one. There was a tremendous exchange of broadsides. The other two pirate craft made fleeting contact, pouring in two broadsides each, then leaving the Golden Dirk to close combat with it's overpowering opponent.
CHAPTER SEVEN
On the third day after leaving the pirates were back in port. Their arrival was greeted with mute astonishment. There were three vessels returning, but two of them were Spanish galleons.
The battle had been a fantastic conflict. The Dirk had shattered the enemy vessel, but it had been fatally damaged by the enemy flagship and two other galleons. In a close battle the Dirk had closed with the enemy and overrun a galleon in hand to hand combat. The second pirate craft had also been fatally damaged, but a second galleon had been captured in hand to hand combat before the craft sank alongside it.
After capturing two galleons, sinking one, and damaging the other three, the pirate squadron was back, minus half of the men who had made up the crews, but with over one thousand enemy prisoners on board.
Mollie Bass was the queen of New Toroga. She was offered the leadership of the Brotherhood by mass decree, the men swarming around to touch her naked body, smeared with sweat, powder marks, and blood. She had slain half a hundred men herself.
Watching with hatred in their hearts, Captains Skull and Terrence felt shame and degradation in their hearts. They had been cast down by an upstart wench that had taken in and raised up from nothing. She had humiliated them and made them appear cowards in the eyes of their men. Now she was usurping their power, their preeminence as heads of the brotherhood. The battle could have easily gone against the buccaneers. It was only a miracle, sheer chance that had brought them victory. The Spanish had employed raw crews, that was obvious from the results. It was only chance that had brought Mollie Bass victory. But now Mollie was the heroine of the fleet and they had lost face by remaining in port. Skulking from the battle with the best ships, most of the fleet. It was obvious that a full blooded sortie would have resulted in total victory.
"Damn, those Spanish must be forgetting how to fight hand to hand. Where was their swordsmanship. How could six hundred of our men under that bitch take two craft from them crewed by sixteen hundred men?"
"She had her gunners with muskets and those filthy Indians with bows aiming only at officers. As the captains and the underofficers went, the men began to break. Her men were crying out surrender in Spanish and that confused them."
"Damn her. Lets challenge her to fight for our post with her sword."
"Even if we won, her men, as well as our own, would tear us apart. We dare not stand against her openly. We'll put on a bold face of it, offer her our hands in sincere friendship."
"Aye," said Skull. "Until we're ready to plunge the knife into her back."
"That will be a royal pleasure."
"Perhaps we could sell her to the Spanish."
"She won't be leaving port until she has a new ship."
"Those galleons are no good for our kind of work. Too slow, too clumsy."
"I'd like to slit her titties off. I could skin her face and cut off her nose and laugh myself sick."
"Buck up old friend, we'll have our own back at her sooner or later."
Down in the harbor vengeful whores tortured and abused captive enemy soldiers. Spaniards were seized by teams of whores who stripped them naked and milked their cocks. As several whores held a man down, one would lash his ass with a leather strap, ripping wide welts into his body, tearing apart the skin. Blood oozed from the torn flesh as the girls laid on the heavy blows. Another girl sat upon his shoulders, her skirt all of the way up showing her great clump of wild whore pelt. She bobbed up and down on his shoulders, making him lick and kiss her cunt and ass while farting in his face and making him sniff it. A third wrung his balls in her hands, kneading and pumping in a pitiless rhythm, trying to pump him dry. She pounded his cock back and forth from hand to hand, making him ejaculate with the pounding force not of open hands, but of closed fists, smashing her fists into him again and again.
Cathia sat upon the shoulders of the naked and lovely boy that Mollie had captured in a previous trip. She reached down to lash his shoulders, making him step lively when she cut the whip into his skin.
Patch sat upon the face of a Spanish Captain's sister, who had come along on the sortie to see the excitement. She had encountered more than she had bargained for, and now her talented tongue was licking the ass of a buccaneer. She groaned as he moved his shithole over her nose and mouth.
Spanish sailors and soldiers were forced to run the gauntlet down the streets. Whores and pirates pounded them with clubs, slashed them with whips. A stark naked young whore with long red hair slashed a whip made up of many short and spiked leather straps across the faces of soldiers as they ran past her, tearing their features apart. Men staggering on with teeth smashed out, noses split apart, eyes gouged.
A dozen young officers were lined up on the scaffold, slowly being hung by naked, laughing and prancing whores while ribald, wild music played. The men were hauled off the ground, kicking and writhing, until their toes were inches clear of the scaffold. Then they were lowered, and the wretches were allowed to catch their breaths before the treatment began all over again.
Piss shot from their cocks, and shit plopped out of their bottom holes. Cavorting, dancing whores smeared the shit over their faces, into their mouths. One wild young thing shoved a clump of it back up the ass it had come from, the bottom of a young nineteen year old lieutenant.
Whips and hot irons were brought into play. As a man dangled inches off the ground, tongue protruding out of his mouth, eyes redrimmed and bulging, face purple and ghastly, a red-hot poker was thrust into the center of his fat ass by a young whore with the Golden Dirk tattooed on her tits, a favorite of Mollie's crew. The girl shoved the hot poker right into the center of a whip cut across his bottom and then slashed it right through the welt, from end to end, burning out the bleeding gash, as he kicked and bounced. Simultaneously a great, fat black whore with two hundred pounds of jolly, bouncing black flesh on her bones, rammed another iron right into the center of his chest. Hairs flickered and incinerated, she dug it into the flesh burning it black before she began to slash it across the right pectoral, cutting a jagged black burn into his chest.
Another whore leaped upon the body of a hanging man and climbed him as agilely as a monkey. The hanging made his pecker stand up as hard as a rock. She rode upon his cock, as he was pulled up and down, up and down on the rope. She played with him licking his bulging eyes, tickling his ears as he choked. She clawed his back bloody, the pain hardly bothering him. Her extra weight made his suffering acute when he was drawn up into the air.
At another scaffold another dozen Spanish troops, all of them picked out for atrocities against pirates and Indians, were hung by their cocks. It pleased the women to spin them around on their peckers, watching the organs stretch and elongate, wondering if they would tear loose from the hanging bodies. Whips cut the asses to pieces, knifes etched bloody designs into their flesh.
One whore branded each of the captured officers hanging by the necks on their foreheads with the skull and crossbones. A horrible piercing shriek from each victim, then smoke curling up from the brand scar in the center of the forehead.
Skull and Terrence and the other captains who had remained in port came down to watch the gala circus. There was drinking and fucking in the streets, the horrible torture of the captives, and the throwing away of free treasure on every hand. A merchant who ran four taverns and was known to tend every farthing and doubloon and ducat with loving care was carried about by a dozen of his naked tavern whores. He showered gold on every side out of an immense chest with complete disregard.
"They have all gone mad," Skull said. "We shall have to hold our hands. I think I begin to glim a plan to take care of the wench, but for now let us sweep along with this revelry and turn our thoughts away from vengeance."
"Perhaps that be right, but I have no stomach for such celebration. Especially when there is no profit for my own pockets out of it."
The wild celebration went on for a long time. There was a special captive who missed out on the horrors perpetrated on the others. But he had no illusions about his fate. It was Captain De Sota. A broadside that had blown a dozen cannon to ruin had sent him toppling into the deep drink clutching a piece of railing, which bore him upon the waves. Half conscious he had been picked up by not friends, but foe. Now he was the personal prisoner of Mollie Bass.
That night when the celebration was still as wild as ever and wine mixed with rum down thousands of thirsty gullets he found himself before the brotherhood, the infamous council that could send him to any one of a thousand equally unpleasant ends.
Mollie Bass sat in splendor upon a throne that had been presented to her by the enthusiastic mob. She knew that her new position was a precarious one, and half of the captains were willing to put a knife into her back. Although nothing had been said yet, it was understood that her deed earned her no less than a dual command of New Toroga with Skull and Terrance.
She looked at the two of them. There had never been any real love lost between them. She had turned down Terrance as a bedmate once and he could not forget that. He was small and sly, with dark piercing eyes that seemed to be stabbing in search of the place in the back that was best for the planting of a knife. He looked at everyone that way, and it was his cleverness rather than his battle prowess and skill that earned him his place. He had selected the site of the new stronghold and designed the defences.
Skull was a massive man with bulging muscles. His head was a bald shining scarred dome devoid of any trace of hair. He had a skull shaped like the death head of the pirate emblem, hence his name. His muscles were huge, and he fought armed to the teeth with swords, knives, and pistols. His battle ferocity had earned him his reputation, although it was known that he had no desire to risk his neck when there was no profit in the offering.
Sitting on the face of Maria, her ass being royally sucked, Mollie Bass looked at the two of them and realized that she had acquired a pair of bad enemies. They would not willingly share power with anyone, least of all a woman.
Terrance smiled at her as his hands caressed the bare breasts of an Indian whore. He lifted a cup of Black Bones rum and drank to her health. She had certainly won her way into power, but she would learn the difficulty of holding it. Then Terrance turned back to the cringing captain who stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by laughing pirates and giggling whores.
"This is certainly your unlucky day, my dear captain, he droned. "Very unfortunate chain of circumstances, my fine sir. I believe that you were soon due for a promotion to Admiral. I do believe that you will have to forego that honor."
The wild jeering laughter of the pirates caused the quaking De Sota to buckle and quiver. He had tortured and slaughtered and now it was his turn, and in the face of what he had to suffer, he was turning naked yellow.
"Mercy, mercy."
He threw himself prone and groveled, all thoughts of pride gone. He did not care for his reputation or the position that still beckoned to him, he wanted to escape from suffering.
Terrence bored his small, animal fierce eyes into the bones and marrow of the officer. He had seldom seen so frightened a prisoner. The man was sweating a stench of fear that made it difficult to share a room with him. He was so scared that he could hardly speak. Terrence caressed the breasts of a young whore, palming and kneading them, bunching the globes in his hand and offering the red nipples to the captain, things that he would never enjoy again.
"What say you, good rovers and brothers of the sea? What shall be done with this pig. I am afraid captain that the final choice on your fate belongs to our sister here, the good Captain. Mollie Bass. Blood drinking Mollie your men call her. I think she has little regards for your skin, sir."
Mollie shifted her ass on the face of her slave and crushed the ripe, juicy body of two girls to her skin.
"I think that for a start this man should bear the flag of the pirates upon his skin."
She lifted her ass up off the face of Maria de Florensa and showed the man the brand on the girl's breast.
"But such a small, delicate brand is fit for a woman, and not for a strong fighting man such as yourself. I think that in your case a far larger mark would be in order. Bring in the large iron, Patch."
At the sight of the branding instrument brought in by the one eyed pirate lieutenant the Galleon Captain went sick with fear. The skull measured a full foot high. He vomited and wet his pants instantly, keeling over a few seconds later in a dead faint.
"The filthy rat," cursed Skull. "That cowardly little snake's bastard."
"Get that stink out of here," Terrance said. "You take him Captain Bass, and do what you wish with him, but get him out of here. I want that stinking mess out of my sight. At once."
Mollie laughed to herself as she went out with her unconscious captive. Now she would revenge herself upon one of the agents responsible for her own torture. She would repay him tenfold.
Down in her private dungeon torture chamber the Captain was strung up by his big toes and fingers. The pain in his fingers and toes brought him around, pain so sharp that he could not regain darkness. "Please, don't do it."
He pleaded on and on, and she stuffed a bloody rag of shirt into his mouth to shut him up. The iron heated over a blazing fire. He watched the grinning skull glow red-hot with sinking heart, trying to kill himself with fear, but still alive and sensible of every pain, every beat of fear.
Then the iron was ready. Mollie traced her fingers over his back. She dug her nails into the soft, sagging and aging muscles, ripping bloody tracks into his skin.
"We shall now see if you are as big a coward as you seem, pig. Patch, give him a tattoo."
The iron was plunged against his back. It blazed an inch below his shoulder blades. Burning a black, grinning death skull a foot high and half a foot wide sitting atop crossed bones into his hairy back. He let out a shrill, wheezing scream through his gag before he passed out.
Terrence and Skull were plotting with concern to the captain as well as their new enemy.
"I think that we can use the captain. If he were to escape with the plans of the lady captain's next raid, at an opportune moment, who would place the blame on us?"
They drank and plotted their treachery.
CHAPTER EIGHT
To be of use to the two plotters the captain of course, had to be in condition to move. In the days that followed he was subjected to a number of ordeals that came close to reducing him to a useless cripple.
He was racked for hours at a time. He was hung from chains with heavy iron balls dangling from his ankles. Mollie watched his joints strain and creak, the sweat bursting out of his skin as his body strained at the sinews and ligaments.
Cathia ran a dull dagger up his ass. She prodded his gland pod with the point and twisted the dirk around inside his bottom, making every nerve jelly and quiver. She cut his ass again and again with a small skinning knife, flipping away bits of cut off skin to the rats.
He was set to sucking the cock of the pretty curly haired boy captive that Mollie had taken from the treasure galleon. He proved to be a talented although unenthusiastic pupil. Mollie kept him at it with her whip snapping and biting at his ass. He found himself with cock all the way down his mouth to the back of his throat, head bobbing back and forth, lapping at the balls between long sucking drags at the prick. When he had finished he was required to hold the come in his mouth and rinse his gums with it, gargling and chewing while it dripped down his chin and assembled pirates laughed and jeered at the queer.
He was taught the art of cocksucking by experts. He was trained to suck the big cocks of a dozen buccaneers with a smile on his face, the whip stinging his ass all through the ceremony.
Terrance and Skull watched the process of torture. They plotted against Mollie Bass. They eyed her with hatred as she rode her black stallion upon the cliffs, dragging the officer and a few naked black haired noblewomen behind her horse, their skin peeling as the stones sandpapered their flesh.
"She's outfitting a new ship."
Terrance cursed her. She was converting one of the captured galleons from the hull up. It would take the better part of three months, but when she finished, she would have the largest craft afloat in the fleet. It would be a shade slower than the Golden Dirk, but it would be twice as powerful in armament and size of crew. It would be the finest battlecraft in the Americas.
"Perhaps we could lend her one of our ships for a sortie."
Terrance smiled at Skull's idea. She would accept it, and use it for a raid. If they could get her out of the stronghold and prepare the Spanish for her, she would be out of their way.
"I'll prepare some questions to ask that scurvy dog of a Spaniard. Then when the time is right we'll use some trusted men to break him out, and see that he gets clear of the island in a small skiff."
"What do you mean questions?"
"I'm going to ask the pig some questions in regards to enemy military preparations. It will be the excuse I need to talk to him alone."
It was a clever idea. Later that evening Mollie and her right hand henchmen were drinking it up at the Black Boar, fondling and fucking and drinking. Mollie was watching a red headed naked tavern whore eating roast, gravy soaked meat out of the orgasming, creaming cunt of a black whore. She and Cathia were fondling and fingering the two girls as Patch sat by watching while a tall Indian whore sucked his balls.
Mollie felt the back hairs bristle when the two of them came in, Captains Terrance and Skull. The two of them were always together since her rise in fortune.
"Greetings, Tortuga Mollie," said Terrance.
"Come and have a jack of rum with us." A few rounds of rum followed, with the banter and news exchange of friends, although the attitudes were forced on both sides.
"I have some questions I want to ask that dog, De Sota, concerning the garrisons, fortresses and the size of the fleets that are in this area."
"I've asked him many questions. The cowardly pig has spilled everything we could have asked him."
"I know. I have all of that information, and the latest reports from our agents. But I want to question him on the forts to the north. I am thinking of a raid at the gold mines of Mexico, and perhaps at the ships that bring gold from the mines." Mollie whistled. "When would you be planning such a raid for."
"Before that ship of yours is ready. But now that you sit with Skull and myself you are entitled to take part in any large enterprise, ship or no ship. In fact, I place the Ripper at your disposal when the refitting has finished on it."
Mollie appreciated the gesture, although she still did not trust the treacherous snake. Still, the Ripper was second only to Terrance's own craft in battle worthiness.
"You have done so well in taking two galleons that I promise you will bear a share in the next raid that leaves here. That is, if you are interested."
"You know that I never stay behind when there is a ship to sail. I'll be out on the Ripper when next she catches a breeze."
Terrance smiled. Pride came before a downfall, that saying was true. He thought about her downfall as he went off to see the tortured and confined captain.
Cathia cursed under her breath as she watched him furtively slink out, with a fox's gait.
"That dog gives you a ship only hoping that you will go down with it. He thinks that you will attempt a feat with the Ripper that the Dirk could have stood up to but his leak bucket will not. He hopes that you never return from that captaincy."
"Think you, he would sacrifice a ship?"
"Aye, and a hundred of his own men, plus his brother and damned mother if he had to."
"Nevertheless, whether it is well or ill meant, he offers me a ship to strike with, and I will not cower in port and have myself thought of as slack."
"Who would dare after your feats."
"The past is buried, and the past valor is soon forgotten."
At Mollie's dungeons the evil Captain Terrence and his cohort Skull, stopped before Maria de Florensa. She was hanging in shackles with her toes inches from the floor. She had been in that predicament for hours. Her head was trapped within a heavy iron helmet, shackled and bolted around her head. She tossed her head from side to side, trying vainly to breathe easily. Sweat flowed in great, massive flowings from under the helmet. Spiked teeth sent bolts of pain through her neck.
"Quite a talent for bondage and shackling," Skull said.
The girl had a long iron bar rammed up her asshole. There were spikes lining the bar from end to end, and it was pierced through a hole near the end sticking out of her ass by a large, thick, rusty iron chain which was wrapped and tied around her waist, holding the twenty pound iron bar up the asshole of the tortured contessa. Her body trembled and shook.
Inta was playing with her, a slinky little cat toying with a magnificently sculptured and voluptuous mouse. She played with long feathers, tickling the insides of the thighs, the skin of the crotch, and the insides of the cunt. She tickled and irritated until the feather lay in ruins, then went to work with a dull blade. She shoved it slowly in and out of the cunt, turning and spinning the blade, jabbing the point into the channel of the cunt all along the length in and out, inflicting stabbing needle sharp pains but no breaking the skin.
"If she knew what we plotted we might wind up like that," Terrance said.
"No woman could overcome me," Skull snarled. He clasped the hilt of his rapier for emphasis.
The dungeon was full of bound Spanish girls. Some hung from shackles by their wrists, others by their ankles. Two of them hung by their long, disheveled hair, one on each side of a see-saw arrangement. As one went down, her arms and legs chained and packaged together, her bottom dropping to hover bare inches above a pan of burning coals, her companion rose up in the air. First one kicking and struggling girl went up away from the beckoning tail roasting fire, and then the other.
"I shall have to try that," said Skull.
One girl had been bundled up inside an iron cage. She frantically moved her flesh about inside the cage, for surrounding it was an outer cage full of hungry rats. Her body bled from half a hundred gnawed wounds. As she pulled away from the probe of a shrieking rat at the front of her cage, she allowed her bleeding ass to touch the bars for a second. A rat poked it's snout through the close set and small bars and sank its fangs into her bottom. It ripped off a small morsel of her bottom.
"That one used to feed runaway slaves to her pigs. Now she feeds herself to the rats."
They came to the man they were seeking. His jaw was locked within an iron gag. His arms and legs were bound with chains and iron bars. His ass was searing upon a grill over hot coals. Pins had been thrust under his fingernails, through his armpits, and into his nipples.
He was taken down and freed from this bondage and torture by the two evil faced pirates who set about loudly questioning him, with much slapping and cuffing and threats of torture. But in between the loud questioning they whispered their plan to him. He was suspicious and frightened, unable to hope for rescue from his plight.
"This is a trick, to make me hope, and then betray me. It is a new form of torture."
"You fool, do you want us to find some other way. All we have to do is dispatch one of our own men, but we would rather have you go, for they would be certain to believe you, and there is no chance that the betrayal would be linked to us."
"How do you know that I would not let the word come back here that you two betrayed your comrades."
"Because you would want all of the credit that you could get. You can lie that you set up your own escape with men you bribed, or prevailed upon. You can claim that you uncovered this information. You would become an admiral, instead of being disgraced for losing your ship and the battle."
"That is true."
"Also, you will want to do business with us in the future, will you not. You could become a rich man, I mean far richer than you are now. You will get word to us on matters of interest to us, and you will have a share."
De Sota looked at them, with hope growing. They were his kind, pure carrion. He recognized them as kindred bastards.
"I agree to do it, but that bitch is killing me. How will I survive to give you the aid you want."
"I will get her to cease torturing you," Terrance said. "Give us that information we are supposed to want from you. Make up what you do not know. I will tell her that I promised you would be left alone for a time if you gave us the information. She will be angry about it, but she will not go back on the word that we gave to you." That was how they did it. Mollie was furious to learn from Captain Terrance of this agreement. She wanted to slowly torture the little rat to death.
"You had no right to make such a pledge to the poisonous bastard. The piss-hole was my own personal prisoner."
"That is true and I regret my actions. But I blurted it out without thinking when he pleaded for mercy in exchange for the information. Besides, such lenience will persuade other captives to loosen their tongues. IN any case, we now have the information we wanted, which is of the paramount importance.
"Ah, that it is."
Events moved swiftly after that. Mollie found that the ship she wanted was in her hands within three days. The Ripper was not up to the standards of the Dirk, but it was a stout craft anyway.
"Thank you, mate" she said to Captain Terrance.
"I have a raid in mind. Captain Skull with his Cutthroat would enjoy making a joint raid. It is a strike upon the island of Cordonava. One ship would strike direct at the fortress while the other would sail around, land a party on the far shore, and then return to strike with the first ship at the fortress. While all of the garrison strikes against the obvious attack, the unseen landing will strike through the jungle where the island is narrow, take the city, and then join in an attack on the fort from the cliff side where the guns cannot reach."
The attack as the captain laid it out and elaborated upon it was brilliant. Mollie Bass could not suspect a trap with so cunning a plan as bait, for the captain was willing to sacrifice a good raid to get rid of his powerful new rival for central position.
The plan was worked out between the three captains. The landing and the attack upon the town would be carried out by Mollie and her crew. She would be carrying a double crew aboard her ship to work it and the attack on shore as well.
Later when they were alone the two conspirators drank a toast to their success. There was more between them at times when the mere friendship which few were willing to offer to either of them, and now that they were alone in Terrance's cabin, and none were about aboard the craft save the watch, they drew the curtains and stripped off their clothes.
Skull fell upon his knees and presented his ass to Terrance who beat welts into it with a short, strong whip. He lifted his arm up and brought it down, leaving long and purple welts in the whiteness of the smooth, muscular bottom, which heaved and rolled in answer to the music of the whip. The tall, heavily built bald pirate began to get an enormous erection as his companion and sexually dominant sex partner whipped his bottom. He put his mouth to the cock of Terrance, a small finely made bit of a thing, well constructed but not the monstrosity that buccaneers were always boasting of to one another. Still, it did the work it was intended for.
As Skull sucked the prick Terrance flogged his back. He landed salvos of hurting blows on the broad back. The whip left weals, painful and irritating, on the muscularity around the shoulder blades. They soon were raring drunk, and eager for more.
They went off to Big Bess' brothel and closed themselves in with two of the girls. They forced the two to eat out one another, to masturbate each other and flog one another with leather straps. They left the two barely conscious early the following morning when they went staggering out of the place. Skull swung the two of them around by their hair to demonstrate his masculinity. It was a brutal session, but just the kind to make the two of them feel as right as rain and ready to take on the world.
CHAPTER NINE
Cathia and Patch helped Mollie plan her big raid. They worked over a map, laughing and eager to strike. It had been a long time since they had raided a city. They had three days before sailing. As they worked, Inta in a corner of the room made a pleasant little clicking sound with her cunt. She had small pieces of lead in her cunt, and as she spilled and knocked them together with her grinding, heaving hips, they bumped back and forth inside her cunt masturbating her. Come ran all down the insides of her thighs to her ankles. Her breasts heaved and rippled.
"That looks like fun," Cathia remarked.
"I think I'll try that when she finishes."
"No sex and no drinking until we finish this."
"I wish we had somebody except that Skull on this plunder raid with us. I still don't trust him or that slimy little crony of his."
"A little late to be suspicious now. How could we get out of this. Anyway, this raid is foolproof. I realize that I have the most dangerous part, and it would suit him well if I get a musket ball in the head or a sword in the gizzard while running through that town. But its the chance we take."
"With only two hundred men in the garrison plus maybe four or five hundred male civilians able to bear arms, it should be a simple thing for our nine hundred men to take the town. With our two hundred and fifty landing crew men from the rear I'd wager we could take the whole island by ourselves."
"Perhaps."
To pass the time before the attack Mol-lie concentrated upon raping and dominating Maria. She spent hours licking and sucking every inch of the Spanish contessa's body. She thrust musket balls into her cunt, sealed the pussy with cork, looped her horizontal in the air through a series of straps, and had half a dozen men toss her and shake her with the straps until her body was a blur, the metal balls brushing every square inch of the inside of her cunt and making her come continuously.
Maria was forced to parade around making obscene gestures with her naked ass and cunt, to stick her fingers in and out of her cunt as she walked with style and grace, to suck her own breasts, to kneel naked fingerfucking herself while suggesting vile and degrading tortures that she could be forced to endure.
She crawled upon her belly, inching upon the sand or rock or slimy stone of a dungeon floor. As she crawled she finger-fucked herself and swore that she loved doing it, while whips slashed her ass until blood blisters rose and burst and the claret leaked between her quaking thighs. She rubbed the blisters into stone and iron, ripping her welted flesh open, and begging for more, groaning and acting as if she were in heat as she begged for more. She clawed her own ass wounds bloody, inflicting pain and pretending to enjoy it, forced to repeat the words and expressions of ecstatic pleasure many times until she was utterly convincing. Of course, she would sometimes faint during one of these pleasure sessions, spoiling the illusion.
Mollie walked upon her, glad to have this victim to glut her thirst for revenge upon. She showed the contessa another prisoner whom she had broken to her will and then given away to one of the taverns where she made an excellent and enthusiastic whore, although she had a trace of royal blood in her veins. The girl had perfected an act with a stallion. It was the most shocking and yet exciting thing she had ever witnessed in her life, the dark eyed Contessa Lupe de Vascozana fucking and sucking a black stallion. After the horse she sucked off a half a dozen Indians to show how enormous her appetite was.
"I trained her with masturbation and clicking Chinese balls, the same way I intend to train you, Mollie said.
"Will I end up like that."
"Without a doubt, my little slave. Without the shadow of a doubt."
The day for departure came. The two ships sailed off. First they embarked upon a sweep of the seas off the coast, to search for two weeks for enemy craft. It was a diversion to allow the plan of Terrance to work. The day after the departure of the craft a band of cloaked and hooded men broke into the headquarters of Captain Bass. There were only a few men on guard in the place and they were swiftly overcome and slain. The captain was freed, a wreck but able to move.
"What about me," cried out Maria de Florensa.
"You would be in our way," Answered De Sota.
"Fifty thousand in gold if you take me with you."
The greedy captain would not leave that treasure. In addition, there was the good favor to be gained with her powerful family if he brought her back. And so he took her along with him.
They made their way down to the harbor where a barque was waiting. The small sailing vessel with a five man crew got through the harbor, with the password getting them past the watch. They sailed out to sea and when well clear in the morning sailed a course straight for the island of Criosca, to get the aid of the garrison there for the ambush of the attacking force.
All the next day after the escape had been discovered late in the afternoon, there was a chase and a hue and cry throughout the town, but the prisoners were not found.
"Perhaps they escaped to sea," Suggested one of the captains.
"If so they are long gone. Obviously they had the aid of traitors and spies, and we should concentrate upon finding out who helped them. This should be our main concern."
"What if they get away?"
"What harm could they do. The Spanish could never take this place even if De Sota learned anything to tell his superiors." The words of Terrance soon allayed their fears. They had no way of knowing that the escape of the evil De Sota spelled danger for Mollie Bass.
After a short sweep which destroyed four small sailing ships, sent two hundred or so of the Spanish to the deeps, took ten thousand in gold aboard the ships, and drew enemy vessels toward the waters they were sailing in; the two ship flotilla sailed for it's real destination. They soon arrived and in the early morning hours were ready for the assault. Mollie Bass and her crew landed on the side of the island that was uninhabited and began a three hour assault through the jungle to reach attack position.
The companion ship under Captain Skull attacked the fortress. He traded shots with the enemy cannon.
As Mollie's ship sailed around the island to join the first craft in this attack, a squadron of five small and fast galleons came out of a cove and set upon it. Two other larger galleons attacked Skull's ship. This attack was a mask to allow him to gallantly resist and then sail away without seeming to show cowardice or betrayal. After trading blows with the two enemy craft and the fortress for a few volleys he sailed away, being allowed to slip away. With the odds four to one against him in firepower, not counting the odds against the other vessel, of course he had no choice.
Mollie's Ripper traded volleys with the five ships, but was speedily blown out of the water. The survivors were massacred as they floundered with point blank shot and musketry fire.
Unaware of this, unable to see it, Mollie led her band through the jungle. They emerged to find the bay empty of ships, with the black smoke left by the dead Ripper a pall rising into the sky.
"We've been undone," Mollie said.
"Curse the fucking luck, a disaster."
Suddenly a salvo of cannon fire from masked batteries blasted into their ranks, blowing men apart. From the opposite direction another volley blew their ranks to pieces. They were caught in a crossfire and being massacred. As they poured back into the jungle hundreds of Spaniards charged them from three sides. At the head of a hard core of a hundred men, Mollie cut down two hundred of the enemy chopping her way out of the ambush. She had fifty left with her when they broke through.
Mollie had a sword cut on her right breast, and a bullet wound in the left shoulder. Patch had caught a sword cut in the guts, and he was in a bad way. Cathia had been swept away her thigh leaking blood from a bullet wound.
Cursing her misfortune, Mollie and her surviving pack of fifty, half of them wounded, melted into the jungle. There was carnage and murder on all sides as packs and small parties and single frantic survivors were hunted down.
After the slaughter had ended, Captain De Sota limped out to the field with his retinue of men. There were some two hundred pirate dead scattered all around plus ten captured survivors, all wounded. Four hundred of his own men had been killed in gaining this victory.
"Curse the luck, that witch is not among the damned dead."
Without the death of Mollie Bass he could not fully retrieve his lost honor. But he would gloat over her corpse yet, there was no way to escape.
The ships landed another seven hundred men to comb the jungle. With two thousand men looking for them, there was no way they could escape. They would be located and exterminated within one day.
Back in the city, at his headquarters, a large and well stocked barracks, built for the garrison the captain examined his prisoners. They would be tortured to death. He was particularly glad to find Cathia among the survivors.
"Look," he said to Maria. "It's our good friend from Toroga. How shall we show her how happy we are to see her once again."
Maria fingered her breast, where she had been branded.
"Why not hang the bitch by her tits."
DeSota laughed. He walked over to the struggling Cathia caught in the grip of two strong soldiers and tore her clothes off. He made sad eyes at the wound in her thigh, then touched the point of his dagger to it. She collapsed in a spasm of agony. "Oh, I am sorry. Did that hurt you?" She brought her good leg up and smashed her knee into his balls. Maria de Floresca sprang forward and smashed her in the belly with the butt of a heavy pistol. As Cathia crumpled she smashed her in the mouth, knocking five teeth out.
"Hang her by the tits."
Two soldiers strung loops of rope over the hysterical girl's breasts, laughing at her struggles, feeling her up and playing with her cunt. Then they tied her hands behind her back, tying the ropes so tight that her hands went numb. After that the two soldiers slowly lifted her kicking and bellowing into the air. The loops sank into her boobs, stretching out the tits until the flesh strained to tear free. The girl arched and spun, yo-yoing and threshing, in spasms of agony that brought saliva, foam, water and blood out of her various orifices.
"Let her down," shouted De Sota.
She was lowered, her breasts turning purple from the blood congestion.
"Now take her up again."
She was lifted into the air, screaming and pleading. She dangled at the elongated and lengthened ends of her ruined tits, swinging and swaying, babbling and foaming at the mouth, her tongue bubbling out. The ropes sank deeper into the long sausage tits. Maria walked over to the girl, transfixed by the enjoyment of her sufferings. She took out a thin dagger and began to gouge small slices of flesh off of Cathia's buttocks.
"Bring her down."
As the torture went on a small band of fugitives backtracked and entered town, keeping to the alleys and the dark streets. There was no celebration, curfew had been declared until the last of the pirates were run down. But Mollie had entered the town, doing the one unexpected thing and the only strategem that offered any chance of survival. She meant to do nothing less than steal one of the ships in the harbor and man it with fifty men and escape past the fortress in the dark, under the guns. It was suicidal but it was better than waiting in the jungle, running until they were hunted down.
A dozen sentries were wiped out by the few surviving Indians, silent in the dark.
"How are you doing mate," Mollie asked Patch.
"I can make it if my wound doesn't finish me. But damn it, they were waiting for us. We walked into an ambush."
"Aye, and somebody will pay for this with their lives when we get back. They'll die by slow inches."
One of the Indians, Queenaha, who spoke fluent Spanish came running back to report what he had seen as he glided over several low rooftops.
"There are Spanish officers in the big building ahead. Not very many soldiers. But the prisoners you took in battle are there too." Astonishment showed on the usually placid face.
"What do you mean, the prisoners I took?"
"The cowardly rat who was captain of the big ship, and the woman chief were there."
"The devil's fires," exclaimed Patch." He meant that dirty bitch, Maria and De Sota."
"Yes, I mean them. Also some of our men. Your friend is being tortured, the woman Cathia. They are hanging her by her breasts."
Mollie clenched her teeth in rage. She wanted blood.
"We're going in there to rescue our people. Kill all the others silently, but take those two alive. They have a lot of questions to answer."
"What about the ship?"
Mollie pointed to the nearest of the small galleons. "Thirty men under Tom Gregors will take that ship. Follow the Indians in, kill the crew silently and get her ready to sail. They probably don't have more than a dozen or so men aboard. None of the others are close enough to see or hear if you're quiet enough. The fools have sent nearly all of the men from those ships and most of the garrison off to the jungle to search for us. They took that party that met us from ship's crews as well. Now get to it, while we raid those officers."
There were in fact twenty men on board the Spanish ship, Hispaola. But they were killed, many in their sleep, without outcry, silently with ax, knife, and club.
"Killing four sentries, Mollie's part came up to the barracks. They killed two more patrolling the front and two patrolling the back. They entered and approached from the rear. At a signal two Indian bows sent arrows through the front windows killing two men holding muskets. A door slammed open and several hurled axes and knives killed others. Mollie and her crew closed in with the survivors in a wild rush.
CHAPTER TEN
Every Spaniard went down in the first rush or was closed in upon by a buccaneer without a chance to fire a pistol or make an outcry. Mollie cut down one with her rapier and a second by hurling a dagger into his heart. As the quaking De Sota fumbled for a pistol she knocked it from his hand and then closed to crack him over the head with the hilt of her sword.
Patch caught the tortured Cathia around her waist, easing the strain on her boobs. Maria snatched up a knife and sprang forward to run it into his ribs. Mollie leaped upon her and brought her down, then knocked her out with one terrific right hand punch to the jaw.
With the tortured Cathia over one pirate's brawny shoulders, the two prisoners on the backs of two others, and the rescued wounded limping along or also being carried, the party made it's way in the dark shadows to the ship that had been captured.
In the cabin as the underhanded crew tried to sail it as best they could and it weighed anchor, Mollie brought the craven De Sota around.
"Mercy, mercy."
"You're going to speak to the fortress. Tell them who you are and that you're taking this ship around to the other side of the island to land another hundred men for the searching. They'll think it sounds mad, but good soldiers always listen to a superior officer. You had better convince them of who you are and that this ship is in your charge. Because, if you fail to convince them I am going to slit your eyes and balls with this dagger."
To emphasize her words she slashed off a piece of his left small finger.
"Eeeeeeiiiiii," he screamed. "I will do it, I swear I will."
He proved to be convincing enough, for they got to sea past the fortress without a struggle.
"Now we have to get back to New Toroga," grumbled Patch.
"I hope we have enough of a start. Their whole fleet will be after us in the morning," Mollie grumbled. Suddenly she had an inspiration. "Take five or six men and dump half of the cannon into the sea. No, take a dozen men. Lighten the ship so that we can sail all the faster. We don't have enough crew to man all of these guns anyway."
The next day they were flying under full canvass for New Toroga.
Mollie looked over her poor tortured friend, Cathia and rage began to explode in her skull. She would make the two responsible pay for it. She had them brought out on deck.
"How did you two get away from the island? Who helped you. Tell me all you scum or I'll gouge out your eyes."
Under this threat the frightened De Sota babbled all of the plot. Even Maria was appalled at his cowardice.
"Now I'll show the two of you what it means to torture one of my crew."
Maria was hung from the yard by her fingers. She swung in the sun, her cunt pried open and filled with a heavy belaying pin. Patch shoved it up into her and turned it left and right, trying to rip her cunt apart with it. He took it out and shoved it up her ass. She shrieked and spun on her bonds, blood staining her half crushed fingers.
Mollie whipped her tits. She sent the whip cutting into the globes. Most of the blows fell upon the undercurves of the breasts. Deep cuts were inflicted on these tender curves under the nipples. Blood ran in rivulets down her belly. Mollie hit the left tit so hard with a number of successive blows that a small tear of flesh dangled from her tit right under the nipple, and it jumped and bounced with every hammering lash that fell on the tit.
Mollie kept it up until the tits were soaked with blood. There was little area left to hit on the scarred breasts. Even the burn scar was hidden by the mass of blood.
Mollie let the girl down. She bent Maria over a cannon and then filled a pistol with a charge of gunpowder. She took careful aim and then fired the charge of gunpowder right into the ass of Maria. The searing black powder poured into her skin, powdered fire searing into her buttocks and crotch. Grains of powder were flickered into the pubes of her sex, into the lips and even the inner skin of the vagina. The body shook in spasms of pure unutterable pain, she was in such convulsions of pain that foam covered her lips. Mollie grabbed handfuls of the powder burned ass and kneaded them through her hands. Every gentle touch upon the poisoned skin was unendurable, and Mollie was wringing and smacking the seat with all of her might. She soon had the body in convulsions. It heaved and jerked, great outpourings of sweat and blood coming from every pore and orifice.
Pale and shaken De Sota watched the horror. He knew that his turn was next. Smiling a smile as menacing as the grin upon the emblem of the pirates, Mollie reloaded her gun and approached the victim, who cringed and whimpered and tried to get away from the chains holding him.
"Please, I told you the things that you wanted to know."
"Mollie smiled at him surveying his ruined body. She had already tortured him almost to the state of making him a permanent cripple. Now she would show him the fate that he deserved. She aimed her pistol at his balls and had his chains drawn taut. He swayed and kicked upon his chains, making insane pleads for mercy, terror stricken by the horror she was about to subject him to.
Mollie ordered a heavy cannon ball suspended from each foot. That anchored him pretty securely. She walked to his rear and then emptied the pistol into the meat of his hairy ass. She drove her fingers into the ass mounds filled with gunpowder. She raked and taloned them, then seized a belaying pin and struck him with all of her might again and again. The pain was increased ten fold by the continuous unrelieved sting of the powder. He shrieked and his cannon came up hard from sheer pain. He shot off his load instantly, following by piss spurting out with every blow. Crap came out of his ass and he vomited blood and foam out of his mouth. He was slung over the side to clean off and then he was tied back to back with Maria, the two horribly tortured bottoms rubbing and mashing together in mutual agony.
They were hung by Maria's hair and tits. She screamed as the weight smashed down upon her stretching, altering tits, with only the strain almost tearing her hair from her scalp offering any aid to her. Mollie pulled on her toes, twisting her feet, dangling one leg and then the other down, yanking and tugging at one and then the other, increasing tension on the horribly stretched and distorted tits, turning them in various directions with ever new emphasises on the tension.
She gripped the balls of the pleading Spanish officer and then gave them a fierce wrench, almost tearing them off. She began to slap them, smash into them, bounce them from hand to hand, pulling on his cock, making his thing stretch and erect, all of the time the full weight and the force exerted resting upon the mane of hair and the delicate tits of Maria de Florensa.
She forced the terrified officer to tell all that he knew. He blurted out his story in a paroxysm of terror, begging for mercy.
Mollie shoved an iron bar up his ass, giving it a tremendous twist that almost bent his asshole double in his body. He gave a horrible gurgling scream and his eyes almost popped from his sockets. His cock came erect and his legs locked in spasm muscular tension. His belly heaved and shook.
Mollie brought the pair down and threw herself on Maria. Her rage at the girl she had sexually desired was all the greater. Maria was pinned under the captain's body. Her stretched tits were handled and kneaded, almost tied in knots. Mollie half bit off the nipples, spitting the blood down the throat of the Spanish girl. She held her victim's mouth wide open.
"Pig, carrion, scum, shiteater."
She yelled over a hundred imprecations at her foe and after each word sent another gob of spit down the throat. She pulled the cunt lips apart, tugging out cunt hairs as she worked, tearing out a tuft or slowly pulling and twisting out a single curly hair. She clawed the cunt, scratching criss-crossing marks into the cunt mound, nipping and bleeding the lips. She gripped the clitoris between her nails and tried to grind it away. She clawed the nipples and scratched the skin off of them, leaving them bloody peeled blood discs.
She grabbed Maria by the hair and dragged her across the deck, occasionally wrapping a lock of hair through her fingers to yank it out at the roots with a series of slow and corkscrewing jolts, to flip away another heavy thatch of hair.
She bestrode the girl, squatted on her face, farted in her nose and mouth. She plucked out eyebrow hairs and eyelashes. She pinched the nose and smacked it until it bled, then shook the girl by the hair as violently as she could, splashing the blood from her nose in a wide arcing spray. She pounded the tail of the girl into masts, rigging, railings, and the deck.
She scraped the ass and crotch into splintery pieces of wood, filling the scratched and torn crotch skin with splinters. She draped the girl's body over the railing and fingerfucked her to orgasm, ripping three fingers in and out, in and out, hammering them into the victim.
Patch sat upon the chest of the captain. He shaved the hysterical man's hair and beard off with his knife, slashing away the hair and patches of scalp and face skin as well. With one careless swipe he cut off De Sota's right ear. The bleeding piece went over the side.
"Sorry about that laddie," he explained to the man who was literally dribbling with fear. "Those things will happen. With this wound I'm not as steady as I should be."
The ship sped on outdistancing any pursuit. The crew was short, but it was sufficient to keep the craft going.
Mollie spread wide the legs of her prey. She shoved the hilt of her sword up into the bloodied and bruised gash and then gave it a tremendous turn and a wrench.
She tore it out and then began to shove a belaying pin in and out of the cunt. She rammed it all the way in and then out. She slammed it all of the way into the slippery hot mush insides of the pussy, expanding and opening up the insides of the cunt as she worked. She shoved another pin into the cunt, bloating out the overstuffed insides as the girl went into convulsions. She forced a third pin into Maria's pussy, using all of her strength, muscles rippling and sheened with sweat, to ram the thing into the overloaded cunt, which exploded out to accommodate the three clubs, the outline showing through the belly, the cunt all pulled almost inside out and sending out a spray of pain-come.
"That should show you a few things, you dirty witch."
The Spanish captain was crawling about the decks leaving a trail of slime and blood behind him. He clasped a hand to his bleeding skull, where the ear had been clipped off. He babbled prayers and incoherent nonsense, mad with terror. Patch followed along, nicking his ass with a knife, casually cutting lines into the vulnerable bottom.
"This will teach you not to be torturing one of ours, you Conquistador scum."
Mollie stopped him by stepping on his hand. As he looked up at her with frightened eyes, she lashed out with her foot and sent him rolling across the deck with ivory spilling out of his mouth. She followed up with a smash to his crotch.
"The great fighter, the merciless killer. The man who swore to hunt down the buccaneers to the last man."
She cursed the coward as she rained kicks upon his head, until he passed out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Captain Skull ripped out his pistol and sent a ball through the forehead of one of the dozen buccaneers lunging for him. Captain Terrence whimpered with dread and looked around for an escape hole. Since the dreadful arrival of the captured galleon with Mollie Bass and her band, with the mutilated Captain De Sota in captivity, it had been only minutes before a raging mob of buccaneers had come howling for their blood.
"Get back, you sea scum. We're in command here. We're the leaders of the brotherhood. You take your orders from us. Fall back you miserable curs."
But there were none taking orders form them except for a handful of their own men clustered around and trying to cut a path to one of their ships at anchor in the harbor. If they could get aboard, they had a chance to get away.
Mollie Bass came storming through the mass, cutting down three of Skull's best men. Terrance cursed and sent a shot at her. He missed and cut down a tall buccaneer swinging a pike. Terrence watched the last of his own men throw down their weapons and plead for quarter. Some of Skull's men still fought, but they were falling fast.
"Alive," Mollie screamed. "I want those two traitors alive."
"Not me," Bellowed Skull. He put his pistol to his head. Unfortunately for him, a tall and brawny second mate broke through the press behind him and cracked a musket butt against the back of his head. The captain collapsed like an accordion, first at the knees, then at the waist. He lay sprawled in the dirt while the battle ended. With a trembling hand and a cry of despair Terrence put the pistol he held to his own head. He lacked the stomach to take his own life. As he hesitated the weapon was torn from his fingers.
The trial held for the two of them was short, and the sentence was harsh. They were not granted the mercy of a quick death or even of a slow death. They were turned over for punishment to Mollie Bass, to do with as she thought fit.
They were brought to her headquarters, soon to be shifted to the lavish villa of the stylish Terrence who had believed in providing himself with the luxuries.
"Now you bastards," Mollie said to them, "we'll soon find out if the price of treachery was worth it." They gawked at her, rigid with terror. Skull struggled with the chains that bound his hands behind his back. Mollie walked over to him holding a knife steady in her left hand. Water spread over the front of his pants.
"You're showing a bit of fear there, you rotten coward."
The miserable man looked down at the stain on his pants front. His fear was there for her to see. She cut out with the knife, slashing through his belt. With a few deft strokes she cut off his breeches, and with a few more slices she had him standing shivering stark naked and vulnerable to her vengeance. She stripped his partner as well.
"What a pathetic pair. Hardly worthy of the term man. Ugly as a pair of hyenas."
She had them hung up by the feet, screaming and clawing as they were strung up like sheep ready for the butchering. She swung the heavy rawhide whip through the air, cutting it into the tender flesh, ripping and scarring stringy, hard muscle, slicing tough skin.
Terrance struck out at her cursing with his hands. She looped the whip around his wrist and pulled him out, to send him plummeting into his partner. She cut him across the balls, and as he clutched at his injured balls, she snapped the whip around his partner's head, and cut a deep wound all around his shiny, dome skull. She criss crossed bleeding cuts into the bony head, as the terrified traitor clutched at his skull trying to protect it.
Patch looked on with cruel vindictive fury, stoking up the hot irons in a fire awaiting his turn at the pair of traitors. Cathia sat by looking down at her tits, which had recovered somewhat but had not returned to their normal position. She turned her own hatred upon the captain who had been responsible for her torture and the beauty who had aided him.
The two were bound together in a tight package of flesh. The tits and cunt of Maria were mashed and molded into the body of De Sota in so tight a wrapping that blood oozed from torn skin where the ropes sank into their bodies. Cathia ran her nails in and out of the long and deep cuts in the ass of the captain. She peeled up a patch of his rump skin and flipped it off by the ass hairs sticking out through it. She rammed the handle of a whip up his ass and then up Maria's ass. She spun it around and poked it back and forth.
The captain made vain entreaties to her. She took up a pair of pincers and began to yank his teeth out, one by one, pulling them out and flipping them away. She dug the pincers between their mashed bodies, plucking at nipples to grind and pulverize them. She tried to pull one of Maria's nipples off, almost ripping it loose but then changing her mind and deciding to make the torture even more lingering. She worked with needles and small knives on the pair, sawing away tiny bits of skin and flesh, digging the needles into the fleshy parts of the body and searching for the delicate nerve areas.
Maria exploded with pain as her body was filled with the sharp slivers of iron.
Cathia plunged a needle up into her snatch, slipping it through the lips and into the interior of the cunt. She shoved another in, pinning it through the inner lip right into the lining of the snatch.
She began to pin the two torturers together. She plunged needles through their thighs, pinching up the flesh and then piercing it, plunging the needles into both bodies. She bent the needles as she fastened the nipples to one another in a mess of blood and gore. She pinned together their hips, their groins, their bellies. She soon ran out of needles, and she surveyed the damage she had wrought on the threshing, pain shattered pieces of living flesh.
Licked into Cathia's cunt as she tortured the two prisoners. In and out danced the supple and talented tongue, making the hotbox drip juice. Cathia could not stand with the excitement generated in her body by the tongue love of the Indian girl. She sat down and kissed the girl on the mouth, grinding her tits wildly exploding with passion. She chucked the girl under the chin and drew her in to a wild and passionate sixty-nine embrace as the music of the two tortured foes drummed in her ears.
Working upon the treacherous buccaneers, Mollie enjoyed the mouth of her young Spanish boy-soldier kissing and licking her ass.
She reared back her ass and let his tongue slither in and out of her holes, front and back. She gave him a gentle cut on the bottom, leaving yet another red streak on his tender bottom.
"Come on, my little bucko. Lets see how you make a couple with Inta."
The hot blooded Indian girl threw herself upon the boy, her mouth clamping on his cock. She began to shove it in and out of her mouth as her fingers channeled up his ass, striking for his prostate. She stretched his asshole open and rubbed her fingers along the inside of his bottom while she sucked his cock.
Mollie put Skull upon the wheel, the spikes of the gigantic wheel digging into his back. Two of her men began to spin it, and he swung around and around, his head spilling through brackish dark water when he dangled upside down. Mollie spilled and rubbed salt into the still bleeding cuts in his head when he came up, the foul waters washing it away when he was once more submerged.
Mollie made the two conspirators suck each others cocks, slow sucking one another, tongues shooting in and out of ass holes, teeth sinking into balls. She made them drink the come from each other and use it as kissing jelly with their mouths kissing and licking at one another.
She dragged them over the spiked floor by chains strung through holes drilled into their nipples, and the fleshy parts of their hams, dragging bleeding bodies over the sharp spikes until the chains were torn free of the mangled holes.
She tied the two into a ball, arms entangled with legs, hands bound to feet. Head was mashed into scourged ass, and they ate the shit out of one another as she rolled the ball of human flesh about, pounding on the rumps with a stick of wood, smashing and bashing, making the torn and ragged bottoms bleed a steady flow of blood from buttocks mangled and flagellated and pounded to triple swellings of meat. She smashed into the battered tissues, rolling the tied up bundle over the spikes, sinking steel into the bleeding and gashed hides. They were both in frightful condition, but she continued not caring if they survived or not.
They were stretched out in eagle spread. She walked upon them, sinking her heels into their faces, gashing their cheeks, cracking their noses under her boots, hammering out teeth. She trampled upon their groins, half crushing their balls under her heels.
She pissed down their throats, and made them eat the shit from her slave girls. She tied them face to face, and began to probe into them with needles. She lanced the pins in and out, striking into the flesh, probing for the nerve endings.
Maria was taken apart from De Sota. She staggered and reeled, a bleeding mass of wounds. She clutched at oozing whip weals and needles punctures, at the marks of fists and kicks.
Cathia seized her by the hair and smashed her knee into Maria's belly. As the girl sagged she shot another knee into Maria's crotch. Maria folded up, her crotch leaking blood from it's wounds. Cathia lifted the girl erect and planted a fist into her cunt. As Maria staggered Cathia wrapped a ring around her neck, clicking it shut. She then pulled on a long chain through the ring, keeping her on her feet unable to collapse.
Cathia hauled back and smashed a heavy punch into the tender belly. She smashed in another one, her fist disappearing into the softness of the midsection. She pounded into the belly with both hands, making Maria go sick and pale with the accumulation of shock and pain in her guts. Cathia began to crack ribs one by one. She held Maria by the back of the neck and brought her fist back. She smashed it into a rib. It failed to fracture, but she drove it in again, making the rib crack. Up and down the rib cage Maria slowly was worked over, her ribs cracking and splintering one by one. Her screams were continuous, a mad chorus of pain. Cathia caressed and slapped the broken ribs, kneading and pinching at the cracked sections of the ribs making the frightful agony and mutilation still worse.
She spread open the cunt of Maria, taking the cunt lips in both hands, stuffing her fingers into the girl and beginning to rip the lips wide open, tearing her hands wide apart, pulling and tugging, then springing her hands together again, letting the cunt which had stretched and opened up wide enough to let in a leg close up again. She crushed her fingers tight upon the cunt and opened and closed it.
Patch shoved a block of wood up the ass of Maria. As the contessa suffered the rearrangement of her cunt, her ass was reamed out. The wood was screwed around inside her asshole, a horrible form of punishment.
Cathia picked up one of the dainty feet of Maria. She pulled the big toe out, a fraction of an inch at a time. Very slowly she cracked the toe. Then she broke the other toes one by one.
Maria was hysterical with pain. Foam dribbled from her lips. Cathia brutally stepped upon her broken foot and crushed the broken toes under her boot. As she did this she caressed the fractured ribs with her hands.
De Sota was a coward, and it was more satisfying to torture him. Cathia broke his fingers one by one, taking her time. He pleaded for mercy all through the ordeal. She tore out his fingernails one by one and then bent his fingers back with pincers, cracking them. He writhed on the floor, a shrieking thing with broken fingers.
"Murdering scum, you hung me by my breasts. You deserve everything that I do to you."
She channeled out the brand mark on his back with her knife. She tore at his skin, peeling off patches of it. She engraved her initials into his ass.
Mollie looked at the broken bodies of the four evil conspirators. They were about done for if the punishment was continued.
"Enough for now. Lets leave these bastards to heal and repair. WE can continue when they are worthy of our efforts."
Maria threw herself at the feet of her captor.
"Mercy, please, I'll do anything you want, I'll suck your cunt and lick your boots. I know that you still want me. Please stop the torture before you kill me."
Mollie looked at her with a trace of sadness in her eyes. She booted the girl out of her way.
"Its too late for that now. I can no longer forgive you or trust you. You should not have participated in the torture of Cathia."
The four were left in bondage nursing their bleeding wounds and broken bodies. The doctor would look in on them later, the surgeon who was skilled at knitting together broken bones. He would also prescribe bleeding, which in their condition would do them little good and a certain amount of harm.
Mollie took her chair in her great hall to inspect the women of Terrance and Skull. They were a fetching lot, wild and buxom wenches every one of them. She chose a tall, half-Indian girl in a long black cloak on top of nothing else at all. She pulled the girl across her lap and kissed her passionately on the mouth, while exploring her large soft breasts.
"Do you miss your captain Skull?" she asked.
"Fah," cursed the girl. "Who could miss that huge and ugly lout. I would have left him long ago had I not feared him. He knew only how to beat me. I do not think that his natural preference was for women in any case."
"Well, I think that you will find a better home with me, girl."
She took the girl into her bedchamber, fingers already up the hot and moist gash. There was a general orgy as the other buccaneers of her crew fell to with the lusty wenches who were all more than glad to be away from Terrance and Skull.
Mollie played sixty-nine with the wild beauty, locked cunt to mouth with her. The girl had a long tongue that slithered all the way up Mollie's cunt. Eating her pussy out, feeling the thick and spicy cream pour into her mouth, Mollie thought of the way it had worked out. She had overcome her foes and instead of her head being on a pike, that of her foes would be stuck upon spikes above the walls of New Toroga.
Indeed, that was the way it turned out. As her new ship neared completion, Mollie turned once more to the torture of her four foes. Maria escaped with her life, to remain in sexual slavery and degradation with Mollie until such time as Mollie saw fit to sell her off. The other three were publicly skinned alive and flogged to death. The whips tore great bleeding chunks of meat from the flayed bodies. Blood soon covered the half-dead man so thickly that it was impossible to tell who they were.
Mollie did not relent until the life had been extinguished from the three corpses.
The heads were lopped off and stuck upon spikes above the walls of the higher fortress. The birds soon were at them and three grinning skulls remained of what had once been three villainous foes.
Mollie had the remains thrown to the fish. The three skulls were stuck as objects of terror upon the figureheads of three pirate craft.
Mollie celebrated the deaths of her foes with an orgy. Each of twenty women took turns sucking her cunt, making her come again and again. After that Mollie took on three brawny and lusty young buccaneers, well tanned young men with flawless skin and muscular bodies. They gave her a wild fuck that put completion to her day of triumph.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The grand ship was ready for Mollie, the magnificent Black Dirk, her new and reworked craft built up form the hull of the captured galleon. With a double sized crew and newly forged or captured cannon she sailed off on a slashing raid to the coast of the Americas. She was after a treasure galleon, the private ship of the Governor of the Honduras, loaded with gold and the women of the conquistadors journeying to Panama City. It was accompanied by a fighting galleon. There was little to fear, as the Spanish thought, the voyage being a carefully kept secret with decoy routes. However, the spies of the buccaneers had penetrated the secret of the voyage.
Mollie Bass sailed to intercept with two other craft accompanying. She caught it far out from port, and the battle was long and bloody. First there was the grim clash with the guardian fighting craft. After many broadsides the three pirate ships crippled the fighting galleon, at the cost of severe damage to the two vessels in flotilla with Mollie's Black Dirk. But the enemy craft was crippled, its masts shattered, its sail and yards blown apart, and its decks a havoc of shattered guns and men.
Mollie and her three ships raced on after the treasure galleon. It pulled slowly away from them, losing ground as the three craft came on. But it was crowded with fighting men, and as the pirates pulled alongside after an exchange of shaper broadsides, there was a mammoth crew ready to meet them. The battle was grim, but after a long and fierce struggle, the combined crews of the three buccaneer craft began to annihilate the crew of the treasure galleon.
The escort galleon pulled slowly up, close enough to see, but not to interfere. The crew of the Spanish treasure ship perceived a source of salvation, and in ones and twos, and then by the dozens, they shed their armor and began to swim for their lives to the beckoning sanctuary. Mollie allowed them to go, grateful for the chance to cut her losses and ease the battle.
"Let the swine go, men."
She shoved her blade through the heart of a lieutenant, dodging his own blade. She looked about at the carnage, as the enemy melted away fast. It was clear and decisive victory, but it had not been cheap.
There was the treasure in the hull, and the women in their hands. There were scores of them, hysterical and shrieking, more than had ever been taken on one raid before.
Mollie clutched a tall, well proportioned young contessa in her hands, stripping off the girl's clothing. The contessa lashed out at her with a clumsy slap. Mollie caught her around the waist and spun her about, then sent her sprawling with a swift kick to the ass.
All around wild revelry and rape took place. The four ships sailed on, the three pirate craft and the ship they had captured. Mollie watched her crew drink down an endless supply of the best wines from the supplies of the governor. She watched the wild rape of the captured women.
A naked girl fled across the decks with a dozen wild and hardon sailors racing at her heels. A whip in the hands of the leading man ripped at her tail. He sent the lash streaking out to cut a track upon her soft bottom. A slash of red and a splash of a few drops of blood from the wound line on her bottom cheek. Yelping and cursing she clutched at her bloodied behind and ran all the faster. A pirate loomed before her, arms spread. She lunged and leaped between his legs with a desperate agility. As she dove through his legs the pursuing leader of the pirate rape gang struck out at her, catching the blocking pirate on the groin with the whip. Apologies unaccepted, they were at each other's throats as a third pirate snatched up the prize they fought over, turned her ass up, spread wide the pale alabaster tail cheeks and shoved his cock up her ass. As he ass-fucked her, ramming it in and out, his two comrades went at each other tooth and claw while the others lined up to take their turn at the girl uncaring of the battle that went on.
A half caste buccaneer with a deeply scarred face had set up a pretty young thing against the mast with a belaying pin wedged up her cunt. He flogged her mercilessly, laying on full force to her back and ass. As he striped her from neck to knees, cutting her white flesh to ribbons, he drove her heaving and twitching cunt forward on the pin. Time and again she tried to resist the pressure of the whip impelling her forward, but each time he laid it on, and with another bleeding scourge line cut into her body she slumped forward driving her splitting open wide gaping cunt onto the belaying pin.
Two girls were bound back to back. As one pirate fucked the tall one with big tits, another drove his pecker in and out of the short girl with apple shaped breasts bound to her back. The clawed hands of the buccaneers ripped and clawed their tender tits. Blood streamed from scratches and gashes on their faces. One pirate thrust his long tongue into the tall girl's mouth in rhythm with his in and out movement in her snatch. The raping went on relentlessly, one tit chewing, belly punching brutal rapist replacing another.
A short distance away a girl had been strung up stark naked with her cunt gaping wide open. It was a delicious, well shaped box and each buccaneer in the lineup in front of her took his turn drinking nectar out of the box. Her pussy lips were well chewed and battered by the time the last of them finished eating come out of her box. A dozen men had sucked her off and sweat oozed from every pore of her body. Furthermore, the cutting lash of a horsehide whip had flagellated her bottom all through the cunt sucking. Her ass had been systematically flogged, first whipped with horizontal cuts all up and down from mid-thigh to the small of the back. Every inch of her bottom had been bloodied and sliced. After that vertical cross-cutting had ripped and shattered the meat. Her skin had been burst open, the flesh had torn and shredded. Pieces of flesh and strips of skin had dangled from her shaking ass cheeks to be whipped away in a splash and confusion of blood. Her ass had been cut to pieces and every inch of it buried in a mask and mess of blood.
A pirate stayed when the others left the shocked girl hanging in her bondage. He thrust his fingers into the rips and crevices in her bottom, splashing out blood, digging and burrowing his fingers into cavities torn in the hysterical girl's bottom, deepening and enlarging them as he dug in. He bit and chewed her bleeding ass, biting off a few loose bits of meat, drinking blood out of her ass. As he ate her behind he thrust his whole hand up into her ravaged cunthole. He almost drove her mad shoving his entire hand all of the way up into her forced open box right up to his wrist. With a brutal movement he turned his hand around inside her, opening and closing his hand as he slowly did so. He shocked a cunt explosion orgasm out of her. All of the juice in her cunt went bursting out of her palpitating and throbbing box in one continuous shootout series of climaxes that cleaned her out. She collapsed in a dead faint with her cunt emptied out. The pirate brought out his hand sticky with fluid.
Girls were turned into mounts, makeshift riding horses with improvised bits and reins. Patch rode one of these mares, his hands toying and kneading with her bobbing tits as his knife point pierced her ass again and again driving her on.
"Come on, my pretty Castilian mare. Let's see you gallop."
Other mares were ridden around the decks. One collapsed under the weight of a flat lout of a pirate. The cursing man spread his mare's thighs and plunged his cock up her cunt. He fucked her while pumping her tits with his hands. She had exceptionally silken skinned nipples, and he played with them, milking them hard in his fingers and biting into the tender buds. He kept on fucking her until he felt his cannon rise up hard and hot. Then he flipped her over and drove his erection deep into her butt. He shattered her tail, slamming her open as he fucked deep into her virgin asshole.
Cathia was in a vengeful mood against the tits of the Spanish girls, considering the alternation to the shape of her own boobs. She tied two of the girls to the rigging, arms spread wide to further increase their suffering. She tied ropes around her tits, looping the ropes around the gorgeous mounds and sinking the ends of the ropes over the yards and then suspended twenty pound cannon balls from the ropes, forty pounds of weight dangling and swaying as the ship rocked, the weight hanging from the tortured breasts. She began to whip the tautly stretched tits, the whip cutting into the boobs, ripping apart the nipples, causing an accumulation of intercutting welts along the undersides, making the blood spurt and flow from the damaged flesh.
"Dance, you strumpets."
The tortured girls danced under the lash of the whip. Cathia plucked hairs out of their pussies with her clawing nails, scraping and gouging patterns into the defoliated mounds. She pinched and prodded, poking her raking nails in and out of the hotboxes. She thrust red pepper up the cunts, and filled the anguished holes with rum, drinking it out of the spasming pussy caves.
"Scream you bitches. I'll show you sluts what it means to torture somebody."
Her two victims were then turned over to a long chain of mass rapists. Their tits bounced and swayed in hot hands, inflicting still greater pain. The whip welts were explored and pressured, the tits half torn from the whipped torsos.
Mollie stretched out her contessa upon the foredeck. She sat upon the girl's face and bounced her tail up and down, spreading her bottom and wishing the wallowed face under her tail. She twisted the girl's arms up behind her back to the break point, then her legs. She released at the last moment to begin the torture all over again. She dragged the girl about the hair, planted her foot in the cunt mound and dug her boot deep into the white softness while twisting a foot upon the ankle and digging up the big toe to twist and wrench it until it slowly bent back and cracked. She made the screaming girl dance upon the deck, her broken toe banging upon the wood shooting flashes of pure agony through her body. As the girl faltered the stinging whip was there to coil around her curves, cut into her soft skin.
Cathia came over to watch the sport. She grinned approval as the Spanish girl went hopping with the cut of the whip between her legs cutting a gash over her outer pussy lips and flicking away a lock of her pussy hair. Mollie sliced the whip into the left mound, encircling the thigh and looping it with a crunching cut into the hip.
"Cut that bitch to ribbons. Slice her damn nipples off."
Mollie reeled in the contessa. She stretched her out and seized hold of one leg, motioning to Cathia to grab the other leg. Together they began to stretch and split the girl open, pulling her pelvis wide apart.
"What should we do with her, should we split her in half."
Mollie considered. "No, we'll merely dislocate her hips. We don't want to be brutal with this poor child."
They began to pull and wrench at the girl's hips. She screamed and wildly threshed about, as her hips were locked into merciless grips. With another buccaneer holding the torso in his swarthy arms, they dislocated her hips from her sockets. The girl flopped about on the deck as if she had been broken in two.
"An ingenious punishment."
Mollie smirked down at her victim. She made the girl cry out by digging her heel into the damaged hip socket and grinding down into it.
"The ship's surgeon can put her hips back in place in the morning. In the meantime, I'm curious to see what effect this will have on the wench's fucking. I'm thinking that it will add a bit of liveliness to her loveplay, even if it does detract from her technique."
Pirates began to fuck the injured girl. They planted their heavy bodies upon her and drove in and out. She was pinned to the deck, her legs splayed, her hips torn out of their sockets. She had no way to fight or try to struggle. Every lunge in and out of her was horrible agony.
All about bodies were stretched upon the decks or tied to the rigging fucked and fucked again. A plump girl with enormous baggy tits was fucking five pirates at one. Two of them drove in and out of her mouth while a third did his fucking between her mammoth tits. Five pairs of hands stroked and kneaded her flesh while two others drove their cocks in and out of her cunt and asshole. The girl was a mass of shaking flesh and the sweat poured off of her. Her face turned red, and she almost strangled to death as the two cocks rammed down her throat came off together, spilling the seed down into her guts. Come came swirling up with saliva out of her mouth while she gasped for air. But at that moment the pirate with his cock up her ass began to screw it left and right while he reached around to crush her tits upon the cock of his friend fucking her in the cleavage between them.
Come leaked down her belly, out of her mouth, from her cunt and asshole. As she staggered, a few more seized hold of her. One cut a bloody X into both cheeks of her bottom, and then he shoved his cock up her ass hole spreading her wide open and began to ass fuck her while another slapped her face until the blood leaked out of her mouth. He began to fuck into her bloody mouth again. The fat girl was forced to take another cock into each hand and to jerk on them while another pirate shoved his hairy hand up her cunt and began to ream her pussy in and out with his hand.
"An exciting love play, that," remarked Cathia.
"I want a good piece for myself," said Mollie.
She spotted a luscious young thing of no more than fifteen. Her tits bled from bite marks, and she was covered with a sheen of sweat left by the raping of over one hundred cocks in her hands, mouth, cunt and asshole. Now as the pirates were beginning to run out of steam after the orgy had lasted for hours, the girl was left with only two still raping and torturing her. One of them had his cock ramming in and out of her mouth. He shoved it into her, made her rotate her head, screw it around and lick it with her tongue, then he took it out of her mouth and slapped her on the face before putting it back into her mouth.
A second pirate was clapping and bunching her ass into his hands. He ground together the hot globes and then he stretched them apart. He was rubbing his cock on her lacerated bottom and getting ready to shove it all of the way into her and split her open again.
"I will take that little girl in charge," Mollie commanded.
The girl was hastily delivered up to her. Mollie lifted the shocked and dazed young girl to her feet, running her hands over the girl's tits, sucking up runs of come dripping down her body, sticking fingers in and out of her. Cathia also let her hands wander over the body of the youthful beauty.
They took her to the captain's cabin. It was a mess, showing signs of combat and panic. Mollie decided to return to her own ship with the girl as soon as she had spent a few pleasant hours with her.
"Girl, I know you would rather spend some time with me than with my crew. For, the crews manning the three ships of my flotilla have not yet had their turn with the flesh cargo. Only the prize crew has taken its turn upon your tender bones. I warrant you this, my crews would soon reduce you to wreckage just as they will reduce the others to wreckage."
Mollie looked into the girl's eyes and saw that she understood her position. Mollie squatted down on the girl's face, ass grinding up and down. Her bottom was dirty with sweat and hot creepy crap stains. She made the girl use her tongue for cleaning. Cathia sat upon the cunt of the girl bouncing up and down. Their hands and mouths reached out to stroke and play. They sank into each other's faces and licked off the hot liquid. They thrust fingers into each other and into the box of the captive girl.
For two hours Cathia sat upon the cunt and Mollie upon the face. They played with themselves and each other and the human form that they sat upon. When all of their sexual desire and energy was spent, they went to the Black Dirk to take the riotous pirates under control again and make the long voyage home with their prizes. All through the trip thousands of rapes and acts of torture were perpetrated, and the screams did not stop for one single second.
