The Crimson Scourge

 Just before dusk Maria Santiago de Vera strolled up the gangplank of the merchant ship, Dei Sanctus, and stepped aboard. This was to be
her first voyage by sea and she was quite apprehensive. She was to
meet her father, Don Carlos Vera, governor of San Cristo. The voyage would take about two months if the winds held.
As she stepped aboard the captain came upto her. "Welcome aboard,
Senorita Santiago. We will do our utmost to make your voyage pleasant."
"Gracias," she replied graciously, trying to hide her fears.
"My mate will see to all your needs, senorita." Trying to set her
mind at ease, he added, "Do not be afraid, senorita. The Dei Sanctus
is a good ship with a fine crew."

He called the mate over and had him escort her to the cabin she would have during the voyage. The mate told her that if she needed anything, she had but to ask. He left her alone in the cabin. Being
tired, she fell asleep quickly as the ship, her sails set, glided out to open sea.
Around midday she went up on deck. Strolling about she heard some
talk and approached the sailors. They quickly hushed up. "Please,"
she said, "you do not have to stop talking."
"No, senorita, it is not for you to hear," replied an old sailor.
"It is of the Crimson Scourge. You should not hear such talk."
She sat down on the fife rail. "I have read of him. Tell me why
he is so feared."
"I can not, senorita," the old sailor answered. He could see the
questioning look in her eye. "It is just that he does not treat women
well."

Now he had sparked her interest and she pressed him further. She
told him that she wanted to know what was so terrible and that no detail should be spared just because she was a noblewoman. As she listened to the stories the men told, she blushed. She had never heard such talk before.
She thought about what they were telling her. Suddenly she just
blurted out, without thinking, "I should like to meet this pirate."
"Oh no, senorita, you should not wish such things," the old sailor
shot back quickly. "He would show no mercy with such a pretty one as
you."

Suddenly a cannonball crashed through the bulwark of the Dei Sanctus. It was the Crimson Scourge and he had found them. Within
minutes Senorita Santiago was rushed back to her cabin just as the pirates boarded.
The fighting didn't last long. Captain Toris, the Crimson Scourge, made his way through the dead on deck and kicked open the
cabin doors. Suddenly he burst in on the spanish girl.
"Ah," he laughed, "what have we here!?"
She grabbed a knife from the table. "I am Maria Santiago de Vera.
I will kill you if you come any closer."
"Aye, you are a pretty wench." Noticing the knife he laughed.
"Aye, I would surely die." He stepped closer and laughed into her face. "In thirty years." He snatched the knife from her hand. Grabbing her tightly, he threw her over his shoulder. "You are my prize, wench." She hit him as best she could as he returned to his
ship, the Erotida.

As he entered his cabin he was joined by the scurvy mate (called that because of the fruit he always ate). Captain Toris threw her onto
his bunk causing her legs to flay wildly into the air. "Aye, scurvy mate," he remarked, "did you see her thighs?"
Aye, captain," he replied, "she has nice ones." He approached the
bunk. Turning to the captain, he asked, "Do you want her trussed?" The captain answered and the mate withdrew some rope from his belt.
As he tied her wrists tightly, he said, "If you behave no real harm will come to you."
As the scurvy mate hoisted her up on the rings in the beam she started to cry. She had never felt such pain before as her arms were
stretched tight against the oaken beam, outstretched over her head.

As Captain Toris approached he could see her heaving breasts clenched tightly in her corset. As she kicked out against him, he
replied, "Mister Dale, you had better belay her ankles." That being
done, he touched her bosom with his cutlass. "Please, do not squirm
or I will surely cut you."
"Please, senor," she pleaded, "let me go."
"No, wench, I will not. You spark my interest. I aim to see what
you have under this." He sliced his cutlass against the first cord of
her corset and cut it easily. Within minutes he had cut all the cords.
Slipping the cutlass against her body, he flung the bodice to the deck.
Uncinched her breasts fell unresticted in the frilly lace garment she wore. "Please, senor, please."
Captain Toris reached out and squeezed her breasts. "My my," he
remarked to the scurvy mate, "she has soft ones." He drew back his
cutlass and sliced against her, splitting her dress which fell to the
floor. He stepped back and looked at her. "Mister Dale, what say we
have some fun," he asked as he looked at the petticoats. "How many
petticoats does she wear?"

The scurvy mate reached down and counted them. "Five, captain."
The captain approached the girl that was strung up before him. He
thrust his hand into her crotch, groping his hand tightly into her groin. "Aye, wench," he blurted out, "you be a tight wench indeed!" He grazed his cutlass against the
petticoats and the first one fell away. Handing his cutlass to the
mate, he remarked, "Mister Dale, cut it away."
They traded cuts until all the petticoats were on the deck. Her body was now only concealed from their view by her undergarments.
"Shall we see what she hides, Mister Dale?"
"Aye, captain," he answered quickly, a smile on his face.
Captain Toris put his cutlass down and brought out the knife she had threatened him with earlier. "We will disrobe her with her own
knife." He slit the sleeves of her top and tore them off. Putting
a hand on a breast, he could feel her nipple swelling and, smiling, he slit the front of the frilly top and ripped it off. Both he and the scurvy mate looked at her breasts, proudly naked before them.

As the scurvy mate massaged his hands against her breasts he could
feel her nipples swell up hard. "Aye Captain, her corks rise." He stepped aside to let the captain see her hardening nipples, swelling up quickly.
As the captain fondled her nipples and breasts, he remarked,
"Mister Dale, I think this wench is aroused."
"Aye, captain, she is. We should let the men see." As the captain agreed the scurvy mate summoned the rest of the crew into the
captain's cabin.

As the men entered the cabin, the captain called out, "Men, see how she swells." He smiled at Senorita Santiago and, as he fondled a
breast, he asked, "Surely you will not mind if my crew . . ."
She cut him off quickly, tears dripping from her eyes, "Please, senor, no."
Captain Toris laughed. "Men, you get one quick feel."
As each man touched her breasts, she shuddered, which gave them immense enjoyment. The captain twirled his tongue on her hard nipples
and remarked, "Men, this is a hot wench." With that said, he dismissed his crew.

As the last of the crew left the cabin, Captain Toris turned to the
scurvy mate. Patting his hand against her crotch, he asked, "Mister
Dale, do we dare to see what she hides under her pantaloons?"
The mate smiled at the captain then at the girl as he patted her crotch as well. "Aye, captain."
The captain cautioned his mate. "Not just yet, scurvy mate." He
put his hand into the waistband of her pantaloons. "First, scurvy
mate, I shall survey the south quadrant." He motioned for the mate to
step backward as he, alone, would look. As the mate stepped backward,
Catpain Toris pulled the waistband and looked into her pantaloons.
"Oh my pretty wench!" he gasped. "Mister Dale, you have got to see this."
The scurvy mate stepped forward and looked in. "My god, captain,"
he blurted out, "her forest is like the island!"

"Aye it is, Mister Dale," replied the captain. "Take her out on
deck and truss her there."
Maria Santiago de Vera whimpered, and began to cry again, "Please
no, senor."
"Oh yes, my pretty black-haired wench," the captain replied. "I
want my men to see your pretty little black forest glisten in the morning sun." As the scurvy mate released her she looked pleadingly into the captain's eyes. He merely pointed to the door. "Mister
Dale, brace her over the iron girl."

Arriving on deck, followed by Captain Toris, the mate immediately
tied her down to a cannon. As her back fell against the cannon, her
breasts flapped upward. She cried out in pain as her back slammed against the cold steel.
"Mister Dale, kindly pick up her legs." As the scurvy mate picked up her legs the captain borrowed a cutlass from one his crew and slit
the legs of her pantaloons from waist to knees." Quickly he snatched
the back off exposing her bare ass to the cold steel. "Men, do not
be shocked at what you see. This wench has a forest as lovely as our
own forest back home."
"Aye, captain," the scurvy mate remarked, and added, "but she be
a little bare in the southern quadrant."

The captain turned to the scurvy mate. "That she be, Mister Dale.
But we shall remedy that quickly enough." The men chanted for the captain to remove the front part of her pantaloons. As the captain clutched the
material at her crotch, he took the liberty of tightening his hand
hand against it. "Men, each of you will have a turn to feel this wench's little forest."
"Please, senor," she pleaded with the captain, "please do not do
this."

"Oh, but I must, senorita." The captain smiled at her. "You have
a pretty little forest in the south quadrant. My men have never seen
a forest that is groomed like yours." He then groped tighter into her crotch feeling the roundness of her vaginal mound. As his hand probed against her womanhood, he blurted out, "May the saints protect me!" Mister Dale approached quickly, excitedly, fearing his captain was in danger, "What be the matter, sir!?" "Well, scurvy mate, she be wetter than a sou'wester on a cold sea!" He felt her dampness and, turning to the scurvy mate, added, as he felt the stickiness of her crotch, "Mister Dale, me thinks she blew." As the scurvy mate looked at her sodden crotch, he exclaimed, "Aye, sir, indeed she blew a sou'wester!" "Aye, Mister Dale, and the wench shall pay for her sou'wester." With that he snatched the garment into the air and threw it aside.