Barbossa looked at his first mate and smiled. Lady Michelle was being lifted slowly by the rope in his hand. The fact that she was still clothed surprised him. He wondered what his first mate was up to. Each of the other women was stripped hanging from all available spots. He watched as three of the younger men were tied over the railing naked as the day they were born.

He chuckled they had a good day before them. “We waited on ya sir.” The boson said as he walked up and waited for orders. Barbossa nodded and reached out filling his hand with the ample breast of one of Lady Michelle’s ladies in waiting. Barbossa glanced around at the faces of this motley crew. Killers, thieves, the low lives of the world. He couldn’t help but chuckle, and some of the most perverted, depraved scum he’d had the pleasure to fornicate with.

“There yours boys to do with as you please.” A loud cheer rose from the assembled throng. “I hear tell they have come fine rum below that needs to be tested.” Another cheer followed even more raucous than the first.

Barbossa leaned back in the throne like chair that they’d carried out for him. His feet up on a barrel his hand filled with a brandy fit for a king in a beautiful crystal glass as thin and fine as sun light.

Lady Michelle couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The men surrounded her, she screamed in fury as hands assaulted her flesh. They just laughed. She heard her exclusive gown rip. “Stop you filth!” She screamed then suddenly she felt the dress falling away. No man had ever seen her so exposed, her tightly corseted body shaped perfectly just a thin skirt. She tried kicking out but so many hands grasped her. Rough worn hands held her ankles. She struggled gasping as her shoe fell away and a wet mouth took her right foot in. “No,” she screamed trying to shake her foot free.

Lady Michelle felt the hand running up her leg then heard another rip and her underskirt was gone. “Damn they wear too much clothes.” Some one growled. Fingernails dug in and more cloth dropped away. She heard a heart wrenching scream and turned to see Abby her younger sister hanging naked a man in front of her thrusting in her secret place. Antoher was behind doing the same. Lady Michelle gasped but then was drawn back to her own predicament as she felt a hand at her stocking tops.

“A knife, damn it, she’s tied in tighter than…” Lady Michelle screamed as a large knife appeared before her face then was taken back behind her. One quick movement and the brand new undergarment fell away.

“No!” She screamed angry again. How dare they. Her eyes met the foul captains and he dared smile. He lifted a glass to her and dared smile.

Hands consumed her, stroking, pinching fondling. Her feet freed of even the stockings left her totally exposed, something that she seldom remembered. “No,” she gasped as both her feet were assaulted by wet mouths. Then a man shoved close and dropped before her burying his face between her legs. “AAHHHHHHHHHHh,” she screamed twisting and turning as she hung from her tightly bound wrists. Hands lifted and parted her behind. All around her the odor of unwashed male bodies pressed. Then she felt the pressure and screamed as her body was invaded from behind.

Barbossa saw the surprise of Lady Michelle’s incensed face as his first mate buried his shaft in her fine tight ass. It only took a moment and she was gone from his view covered in his lust crazed men. Just her fine arms visible as they consumed her.

He felt himself rising again and downed the last of the fine brandy in the glass and stood. Barbossa’s men moved aside as if he were moses parting the red sea. He knew they would. He stood before Lady Michelle and smiled watching her as she was fucked up the ass. His hands reached out taking the overlarge tits in a firm grasp. Already they had small bruisies marking them. He shifted his trousers and freed himself as he pressed up against her. With a practiced shifting of his hips he pressed in deep. No maiden head he realized and shifted back a step to look at her pearl white thighs. She had been no maiden. “So you were already a whore ma’Lady?” he rocked into her again joining the tempo of his first mate. “Hold her legs,’ he barked.

Lady Michelle screamed as her legs were pulled tightly out from her. They were going to tear her apart. The two men filling her with no care no concern. “Whore,” Barbossa purred in her face, “whore.” The men started mimicking like monkeys. Wet tongues slid over her feet and legs.

With a mighty pounding the two men assaulting her both groaned and filled her with their foul seed. Lady Michelle screamed in fury and humiliation. “You bastard.” She screamed in Barbossa’s pock marked face. “You bastard.”

Barbossa smiled, “Cut her down, stretch her out and enjoy her men. A ships whore should be enjoyed.”