Three things worried Captain Matthews as the good ship Temperance ploughed through the heavy green seas of the Atlantic, and not one of them did he communicate to the two Pensford girls who occupied - on the end of a chain admittedly - his cabin and who he didn't want to worry. As the master of a slave trader heading for the new world, he would normally have not cared a fig if any slave he was fucking overheard his concerns. The reason they were slaves was they were there to be used and worked. They provided various holes for a time and when sold, provided income. But 11 year old Lady Marian and her younger sister Theresa were different and his unexpected feelings about them troubled him more than he could say.

They were slaves and yet he was smitten with their looks and eagerness, and with the older one in particular. Marian Pensford was confident and alert as befitted a noble born lady and no matter what he did to her, no matter how hard he fucked her bumhole or forced his stiff member deeper into her throat, she accepted it without a murmur of disapproval. She would lick his balls patiently, clean his arse (the Lady Marian was especially adept at worming her tongue into the Captain's back hole) and even snuggle her pretty face into to his armpits and lick his sweat away. She was available at any time and if he woke in the night she would make no objection to being woken and have herself put to pleasing him. He even kissed Marian on the lips, and did so tenderly; a quite unusual gesture for a man accustomed to just taking his sex roughly when he wanted it with no regard of the whore or slave's feelings. Perhaps that was why he was anxious not to communicate his growing anxieties.

No matter how easy Marian was with him, in bed or pressed against the bulkhead or bent over the table or on her knees with mouth open, she was not privy to the man's thoughts. Acting as if there were no dangers ahead, Matthews preferred to dwell alone on the three things that troubled him.

First there was the matter of pursuit. Although he had told Lady Marian that pursuit by the supposedly murderous Captain Gordon was unlikely he didn't quite believe it himself. Matthews was troubled by the fact Gordon was a naval officer and he would almost certainly be a good enough or cruel enough master to make sure his crew were efficient. He would, as he was likely to be the Captain of a frigate, have the required sail, a well-trained crew and the sleekness of hull to make the crossing of the great ocean faster than the Temperance would. More, it was likely to be a better built ship armed with 28 guns. While it would take a day or two to ready his frigate it wouldn't buy much time for the slower Temperance with its fatter hull design. Gordon would have had little trouble locating the departure point of the two Pensford girls and it would be a simple matter - with all the authority of the navy - of discovering from the harbour master the name of the Temperance and its destination. If the tide and the wind was with the man, he could be catching up rapidly.

As a consequence of these thoughts Matthews gave increasing glances to the sea behind them and dreaded seeing a sail on the horizon. He even issued orders to the watch to look behind so that he may be informed as soon as possible that they were being followed, but he also impressed on his crew that at no point were Lady Marian or her sister Theresa to be told of any sternward search when the girls took the deck to oversee the exercise of the slaves from the hold.

Matthews tried not to stare behind the ship very often but it was hard not to scan the horizon. While Gordon may have been sent by the Admiralty to fulfil a mission in the Mediterranean or perhaps along the coast of France, there was a real chance that this man who killed girls as he buggered them would want what he would regard as his property. People who gambled never wanted to be denied their prize, and he may be hurrying west even now in search of it. While the Atlantic was vast and even half-a-degree off course would mean they would never see another ship below the horizon, Gordon's ship could make it to the new world faster than they could. A slow ship might be swallowed up in this expanse but as it neared its destination it would be more and more likely to be discovered.

While that nagged at him Matthews also worried about encountering a storm. It was the lore of the sea that the lack of a storm early on a voyage implied the gods were storing up a greater storm later. It was, he believed, nonsense to think like that but the relative calmness of much of their time at sea made him think they were heading towards a great storm that could badly damage their ship. He eyed the clouds continually and checked the wind direction every few minutes, and at the same time both urged the crew to speed the ship onwards and yet be ready to haul the canvas in at the first sign of a tempest.

But if the Captain worried about a storm he also worried too about the loss of Lady Marian to the slave auctioneer, who he began to suspect he was falling in love with. He wasn't a man given to romance, and definitely there was no room for sentiment at sea. But he was changing, and he knew it. Losing her would be more than he could bear, he was sure. He shouldn't have been hoping he might somehow cling to the red-headed 11 year-old who he frequently bumfucked and who took his cock uncomplainingly in her mouth to drink his cum as if she enjoyed the experience. Few whores in various ports were that enthusiastic about having a man squirt their cream in their throats. The Lady Marian made no complaint about whatever the Captain did to her and even wore her chains happily and, if Matthews considered it necessary, her gag or bridle. Better, she encouraged and taught her reluctant little sister Theresa how to suck Matthews' cock and she was being stretched in preparation to take his thick cock in her tender little cunt. Matthews was reluctant to fuck Lady Marian as he didn't want her pregnant but the immature Theresa gave no such concern. She would soon be taking the Captain's prick in her tight front hole and learning how to give pleasure with her hips. Marian was teaching her well, and the two of them even pleased him more by putting on little sapphic shows of kissing and toying with each other.

There was something quite erotic about seeing two naked pre-teen girls writhing together and kissing and fondling each other, and even better if they were sisters as these two were. In some ways Theresa was better at her sapphic games than Marian, and would leap on her sister at the first opportunity and smother her mouth, her emerging breasts and her bald cunt lips with passionate kisses if Matthews gave them the signal to start their lesbian play.

All of this pleased Matthews, yet he knew it was of a limited time. Every passing day took the Temperance nearer to the new world, and he began to dread more and more the prospect of seeing the Lady Marian walking out of his life, down the gangplank to a life of who knew what.

At night Matthews tried to put all these accumulated fears and worries behind him and the two girls strove to make his time with them satisfying and memorable. There was no shortage of sucking and licking and making sure the man's stiff member was fully exercised. Exhausted by the game play and fucking, he would fall into a deep sleep and the world and its worries were as far away as it was possible for them to be. But with the morning the worries came back like a flood and the Captain would pace the quarterdeck like a man possessed. To some degree Lady Marian noticed the man's tension and she sought to soothe him with her clever mouth, dropping to her knees as soon as he entered the cabin and freeing his cock from his breeches. When they talked, she would tell him not to worry and while Matthews would respond he had no worries over and above the usual routines of life on a ship far from land, he suspected she knew something of what was troubling him.

All he could do was count the hours, watch the seas and hope there would be a solution. He was however a practical man and told the ship's carpenter to make him a new bed. It would have certain features, including a solid sided base, and not least of which was two shorter chains at the bed head that could be locked to his two young girl's collars. His time with Lady Marian and her sister Theresa may be limited but he could for the time being enjoy them close at hand all through the night.

His cock demanded it.

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The storm when it came was just as the superstition would have it. Black clouds, walking on legs of lightning, boiled across the sea and within minutes the Temperance was lashed by gales and rain, lit by flashes and buffeted by huge waves. The crew could get the canvas in quickly enough in most conditions but either they were tardy or the storm too quick and the sails tore away from the main mast and with a mighty crack the huge spar that supported the sails broke. The gods of the sea were indeed angry, and Matthews cursed their luck.

For a whole day the ship foundered in the teeth of the gale and was tossed on the foaming waves while its crew scurried around trying to pump out seawater and reclaim what they could of the shattered mast. They lost two sailors, swept overboard, and in the cages below deck the terrified slaves wailed and cried and clung together, convinced every moment was their last. Worse, one slave died when she fell in trying to stand and cracked her skull on the slave cage bars. More of them were violently sea-sick. Feeding them was out of the question and Matthews doubted they had the reserves of stamina to survive this if the storm did not abate.

His own two girls clung to each other in his larger, improved bed in his cabin and he managed to get them to take a little water to stop them fainting away. But as the Captain's cabin was at the rear of the ship the see-saw motion of the ship on the waves was accentuated for the Lady Marian and her younger sister. Matthews even contemplated putting them in the slave cages in the middle of the ship in order to lessen their distress but taking them across deck in this tempest was a risk he wouldn't take.

The storm abated almost as suddenly as it had begun after 24 hours and the Temperance listed slightly with its broken sail trailing in the water like a wounded bird. The crew set to in making the ship good, but it took several days and as there had been injuries such as broken arms and collar bones in the storm the battered ship was short-handed. There was a risk now the food stocks, including drinking water, would not last. There were a lot of mouths to feed and provide water for and though buckets had been put out to catch rain as was customary, quite a few had been lost because they were not secured properly. Matthews grew angry at what he reasoned was sloppiness and the slow progress in making the ship good. Then he made a decision: they would turn north and seek one of the islands where there would be timber available for repairs and an anchorage in a sheltered bay. More, there would be wildlife on the island that could be hunted for food and probably pools and streams for fresh water. It made no sense to limp west when they would make such little progress and may well starve doing it.

The charts showed that they might reach the islands off Nova Scotia in a few days, then once repaired and with hopefully enough provisions, they could sail south west. Of course, if Gordon was following he would now have every advantage. All he had to do was anchor in the waters close to the port and wait for the Temperance to show itself. If he was an experienced naval officer he would be used to being on siege duty so this would be no different. Matthews might hope that Gordon's ship, if following, had been caught in the same storm and it too delayed. But he knew he was clutching at straws. The spar of his own ship had broken because it was old and there was no reason to think one of His Majesty's ships would suffer the same fate.

The wind at least was in their favour for a while as they turned north west and they made better progress than he might have hoped for as they headed for one of the numerous islands shown on his maps. The maps may not have been accurate but there was enough to suggest they would find somewhere to anchor. While the watch had less worry of looking for Gordon's sails they had the task now of looking for icebergs drifting down from the north. It ought not to be a problem, but Matthews was irrationally beginning to fear this journey was cursed: he had been offered a delight in the Lady Marian and the gods were conspiring to take her from him. Every moment he expected more bad news, but they made the coast of Nova Scotia without any problems and set about finding a cove that allow them to do more comprehensive repairs.

The Temperance made land fall in a deep and sheltered cove on a rocky island covered with evergreen trees. The repair crews under the guidance of the ship's carpenter and aided by Cobb the blacksmith would put the damaged ship right.

"There's good hunting here," declared Master Mate, as he came from farming stock originally and knew where he might find any wild deer or even, he said, where bears might be. He had hunted them in these parts before, and he said a good bear would provide plenty of meat. He would lead the hunting parties with the muskets, and others would seek out fresh water and in doing some fishing might well encounter a curious creature called a beaver, another source of meat. For his part Matthews was glad to have the ship safe and the chance of food for them all, including the slaves. Now he could dispense with charts and issuing orders and relax a little, sure that Gordon is he was following would not find them here.

If nothing else he could spend time in his cabin with the two girls, and took full advantage of the fact the crew were busy and the ship anchored in calm waters for now. Matthews bumfucked the elder of the girls, edged his cock a little way into the rear of the eight-year old, had the younger suck his cock while Marian tongued his back hole before they swapped over and then prepared himself to take Theresa's virginity. He had arranged for ropes to be provided so he could lash the eight-year old girl to the long table and got Lady Marian to help him tie her down. Marian didn't object and when he checked the knots she had done he was impressed.

"There's no point, sir, in not tying her properly," she said. But she also asked to be allowed to kiss her sister as he took her virginity. "To make her calm," she added.

"I don't see why you would want to. It can't hurt more than me going into her arse," said Matthews. It had only been the tip of his cock but the girl had soon become used to that poking in her, though Matthews conceded that the way the Lady Marian had fingered her sister's arse had prepared it nicely for what he had done so far. He said: "I've done that a little already and the whore has not expired."

"No sir, that can and does hurt at first, but this is a special moment for Theresa. She stops being a girl and becomes a woman in a way. A young woman, I grant you, but I would like to console her as well as gain pleasure from her lips."

"She may lick your cunt as I fuck her," said Matthews, coming to a decision. "You may straddle her and she may suck your slit as I do so."

"Yes sir," said Marian, in a way that suggested she had thought of that too but wanted the Captain to say it rather than her.

Marian told her she sister she had to be brave to be brave and it would be like a bumfuck, but nicer. Matthews listened and wondered how the girl knew, and not for the first time he thought there was something strange about Lady Marian. He was, by the nature of his position and the necessity of sailing, a practical man and not given to flights of fancy. Yet, he was once more intrigued by this young female who seemed to know so much and have a way with words. Certainly she soothed Theresa, who looked fretful at the prospect of having her virginity taken. She pulled a little against her bonds but Marian carefully stroked her still short hair to calm and even sang a song to her. It wasn't a song that Matthews had heard before but that didn't surprise him; his experience of small girls was not that of the well-ordered nursery and patient nanny. His experience of girls was usually they were in chains and begging for mercy, pleading not to have done to them whatever the Captain desired.

Theresa calmed on hearing the song and even managed a smile with her eyes at her sister. The small girl had been not been gagged by Lady Marian as Matthews had originally intended. As Lady Marian had said, Theresa could not lick her slit if she had it stoppered with leather. It was the sort of forethought that Marian brought to sex and which made Matthews more than happy to have her here.

With the ship busily being repaired (the carpenter had located an oak that would provide excellent timber for the repairs) and hunting parties armed with muskets and buckets away, Matthews could look forward to deflowering this helpless little girl in his own time. His cock stiffened appreciably at the idea and Lady Marian happily agreed to suck it to full erection before she climbed on the table and settled her hips over Theresa's face. There was an immediate slurping noise from the restrained Theresa and Matthews chuckled. "And how, pray, will you cope if as I take her the bitch bites upwards?"

"She will hurt me then," grinned Marian as if she fully expected it to happen, "but perhaps, sir, it is a hurt I would welcome."

Matthews, divested of his breeches and with his rod jutting out in front of him, clambered up on the table and positioned himself between Theresa's legs, ready to plunge down. He looked at the little girl, patiently licking her older sister's cunt, saw the little child's flat chest heave and fall, heard Lady Marian sigh and moan and even saw her smile.

"Do it, Captain. Make her a woman," sighed Marian.

"I will," grunted Matthews and began to lower himself, his cock straining forward to those small, neat and as yet unfucked immature lips. And at the moment he was about to plunge into the girl, a boom roared in the distance.

Thunder, thought Matthews, but the sky was bright beyond the large stern window. A brief thought, for seconds later a cannonball splintered the side of the Temperance.