The five women stood in the middle of the deck, surrounded by leering men. Mere hours ago they’d been happy at the thought their long sea voyage would soon be over. But then the pirates had struck like lightning out of a clear sky. The raider’s ship was called the Sea Witch. Its figurehead showed a naked, dark-haired woman. Her nipples were gilded, and her pose was lewd, with her head thrown back and her mouth open in a moan of pleasure.
The ship’s flag was red, the sign of a pirate, and after a few warning shots from its cannons, the passenger ship’s captain surrendered. The pirates had proceeded to loot everything of value, before crippling the other ship’s mast and sailing away – after taking the five female passengers.
The pirates were unusual amongst the crews that sailed the Thousand Isles for two reasons. Firstly, they were not entirely human. There were elves, dwarves and even a few orcs. Secondly, they were not all male, something highly unusual on any ship. In fact, when the pirate captain stepped forward, she was a woman. Inira, the youngest of the prisoners, gave a small sigh of relief – surely a female captain wouldn’t let anything too bad happen to them.
Specifically, the captain was a surprisingly young woman. Her legs were bare, with only a pair of delicate silk panties protecting her womanhood. Her upper body was clad in a low-cut corset. A streak of blood marred her pale cleavage, the legacy of a sailor on the ship who’d tried to resist and been cut down by the cutlass at her belt. She wore a broad-brimmed hat. From her dark hair and luscious body, Inira realised she had been the model for the figurehead.
“Greetings,” she said. “You have the honour of being the guest of the infamous Captain Lashiya Black, mistress of the good ship Sea Witch.”
The oldest of the women stepped forward, a busty brunette in rich dress. “Brigand! You’ll pay for this! I am Lady Remina de Vontine! I am a noble of the Kingdom of Glatara! If you don’t release me, my daughters and my maids immediately, the Glataran navy will hunt you down like a dog!”
The captain laughed. “Give that the Glatarans have put a thousand gold piece bounty on my head, and their man-o-wars’ and wizards have been scouring the seas for me for years, I’m not particularly worried about how they’ll respond to me taking you.”
Inira sighed to herself. Her mother had lived her entire life amongst the nobility, and had the unthinking arrogance of someone used to everyone obeying her commands. Inira’s older sister, Claudine, had it too. She stepped forward and confronted the captain angrily.
“Pirate whore!” she said. “You wouldn’t dare lay a finger on us!”
Lashiya smiled cruelly. Then her cutlass lashed out, slicing Claudine’s expensive, fashionable dress open at the front, leaving her in only her lacy, translucent shift. She was too stunned to react as the captain yanked down the thin garment, exposing her ripe breasts to the leering crowd of pirates. She gave a yelp as Lashiya pinched her nipple, raising a laugh from the watchers.
“And you shouldn’t throw the word ‘whore’ around, bitch,” Lashiya added. “After all, that’s what you’re going to be, once we sell you in the slave markets of Darandush!” With one sharp tug, she tore the shift from Claudine’s body, leaving her naked. “Mm…” she said admiringly, giving Claudine a ringing slap on her bottom. “Not bad. Some rich pervert’s going to pay good money to own this cute arse. But of course, my men are going to have some fun with you first.”
The crew cheered.