PIRATE HOLOCAUST

BY MOTORHOME MAN

[ part 1 ]

The little cargo ship plied its way peacefully on the near flat surface of the Mediterranean ocean. It was a beautiful day - the sun was shining, the sea was a beautiful blue shade and the sky matched it in its blue colour and intensity. All aboard the little ship felt at peace with the world. Several beautiful children played happily on deck. The ship was carrying mainly food cargo of various different types, but its itinerary also included a much more precious commodity. Her crew consisted of eleven sailors, two officers, and the captain. But far more important were the passengers that were being carried on this particular trip. For although the ship was intended for cargo, on this voyage she was also carrying several passengers. And they were special passengers. They comprised 15 beautiful little children, eleven girls and four boys, all aged between four and nine. With them, to look after them, were two slightly older girls, aged eleven. The children were all sons and daughters of European settlers who were working in north Africa for European trading companies. There had been a long period of peace in that part of the world, and European colonial influence had spread rapidly, followed by a huge influx of European settlers, administrators and traders.

The 15 children on board the little ship were being transported from what we would today know as Italy to a port on the notorious Barbary Coast of North Africa. Notorious because it had once been the haunt of murderous pirates, who had became famous and feared for their violence and savagery. They had gained a terrible reputation for merciless slaughter, even of their youngest victims. No one who was unlucky enough to be attacked by the pirates could expect to live for very long, and the pirates would usually take no prisoners. No prisoners, that was, except that sometimes it had been horrifyingly suspected that children unfortunate enough to be on ships that had been attacked, had been captured and carried off by the pirates. No one dared to think what had then happened to the helpless little captives. None had ever been seen alive again. Otherwise, slaughter had been the order of the day for a very long time. The pirates had even raided inland, slaughtering the garrisons and white adult populations of fortified towns on the north African coast and carrying off the children that they captured. It was suspected that the little prisoners were then subjected to a fate worse than the blackest death itself. But the banding together by several countries to try to stop the pirate menace had eventually been successful, and the pirates had eventually melted away. There had been no pirate activity of any note for over ten years, and the Mediterranean was now considered to be safe to travel across. And so it was also thought to be suitable even for even little children to sail across the once blood-stained seas, where many little children in the past had faced a death worse than the blackest horrors.

All the children on board the little cargo ship were gorgeous specimens. The four boys were five and six years old. They had strong, beautiful little bodies and soft golden hair. They enjoyed being in the company of so many nice little girls. The eleven girls included two four year olds, three five year olds, a six year old, two seven year olds, an eight year old, and two nine year olds. All were gorgeous. The superb six year old, for example, was a tall, slender girl with long flowing silky brown hair that cascaded from her lovely shoulders down her beautiful shapely back. She had a curvaceous pot belly, totally flat chest, and little pinkish-brown nipples. Like all the other children, she was finding it very hot under the faultless blue sunlit sky, and preferred to go around with very few clothes on. In fact most of the children played on deck topless, with just a little loin cloth around their waists. Some were even naked. This show of exquisite child flesh had already excited some of the ship’s crew, who were soon wondering what could be done to get their hands on the beautiful infants.

The chaperones of the children were two beautiful eleven year old girls. One was a tall, lovely blonde with beautiful blue eyes. She was called Abigail. The other, named Annie, had long flowing dark hair, and mysterious dark brown eyes. Both were developing lovely little immature bodies, with just the starting of tiny little tits. Because of this they were trying to stay modest and not show of too much of themselves, and were wearing pretty little dresses. They too were starting to be the subject of amorous glances from some of the ship’s crew. All the little children that they were looking after loved them both very much.

The voyage of the little ship was only going to be four days long, and so all the children were soon excited about making landfall, meeting up with their mommies and daddies, and having many adventures in their new homes. Little did they know what adventures were actually awaiting them.

It was on the second day of the voyage, when the ship was about a third-way across, and speeding on a good wind towards its destination, that a lookout sighted a ship on the far horizon. It appeared to be just a bit bigger than the cargo ship, and as it drew closer it looked like any other cargo vessel. There were hundreds of them that sailed the Mediterranean, and its approach was not in any way unusual. But as it grew closer, there appeared to be something wrong. There was a commotion on deck, and several of its crew were waving frantically. The captain of the cargo ship looked long and hard with his telescope, and saw what appeared to be several injured sailors on deck, being tended to by their comrades. He at once altered the crew to prepare to pull alongside, so that they could lend a hand. On the cargo ship’s deck, the children stopped playing and gathered along the edge of the main deck to get a closer look. To them this was a bit of extra excitement. But Abigail, one of the two eleven-year-old chaperones, had a sense of foreboding. She had heard tales from her father of the pirates that used to infest the very waters where they were now sailing. He had frightened her by telling her of pirate attacks on innocent unguarded cargo ships. The pirates would board the vessel, slay its crew, and carry off all its cargo as booty. And any children who were unlucky enough to be on board would be enslaved, and then either raped, tortured and horribly killed, or else sold at a slave market – after which they would face a short and barbaric life in sexual slavery and a horrible lingering death. Quickly she pushed there terrifying thoughts out of her mind. It was such a beautiful day, and in any case, what was she worrying about, all they were doing was going to the aid of a ship in distress. What could go wrong?

Gradually the two ships closed, and the crew of the cargo ship made ready to secure a line so that the two ships could be safely brought together. On the main deck of the other ship were three sailors, stretched out and apparently dead. Several others lay around, being tended to by other crew members. As soon as the two ships were securely moored together, two of the crew of the cargo ship leapt aboard the other ship to lend a hand. It appeared that there had been some kind of accident, and some of the crew were dead, with others injured. Sympathetic of their fellow sailors’ plight, several more of the cargo ship’s crew clambered aboard to help out. The children on deck found the whole spectacle fascinating, and several started to beg to be allowed to climb across to the other ship. No one had taken notice of the fact that several of the sailors on the other ship were armed with knives.

It was when six of the cargo ship’s sailors, and both officers, had clambered aboard, that suddenly something happened. For a moment the onlooking children did not notice anything, then suddenly one of them let out a shriek. She had seen one of the sailors from the other ship draw a huge knife. For a second it gleamed in the bright sunlight, then in an instant it was buried into the chest of one of the cargo ship’s crew. A second later, and all of the sailors of the other ship had drawn a fearsome array of weapons, and were proceeding with efficiency and no mercy to slay the sailors who had come to their aid. The sailors laying on the deck also rose up to join in the slaughter, for they had only been pretending death and injury in order to lure the cargo ship to come to their aid. A bloody chaos ensued. And aboard the cargo ship, all hell similarly broke loose. On seeing the sailors of their own ship being killed, the children had begun screaming. Some had scattered, others froze to the spot. The two eleven-year-old chaperones also screamed with terror, and grabbed as many children as they could to try to push them down the steps below deck. Surely they would be able to hide somewhere below and escape from the danger. The remaining crew on the cargo ship had also seen the unfolding catastrophe and had started to try to untie the two ships in order to try to get away. But it was hopeless. From below decks on the other ship, a murderous hoard of men suddenly poured. They were all armed to the teeth. In an instant they were rushing aboard the cargo ship, and lashing out with razor-sharp daggers at any crew that they found. Beautiful blonde eleven-year-old Abigail had been a little slow in running for her life, and in an instant two huge pirates were upon her. She was hurtled onto the solid wood of the deck and seized.

It was all over in seconds. All the cargo ship’s crew had been slain. Two dozen pirates had streamed onto the cargo ship, and were chasing the children down below. Poor Abigail, the hapless eleven-year-old who had been seized on deck, was in the process of having her wrists painfully tied together behind her back. She was squealing with terror and trying to fight, but it was hopeless. She was hauled up off the deck by her lovely long blonde hair, and forced to kneel on the deck. A pirate stood beside her, holding a razor-sharp knife to her throat as if she was about to slit her throat from ear to ear.

Below deck, utter chaos reigned. The other eleven year old had managed to grab four of the children and then had dashed with them into one of the cabins. She had bolted the heavy oak door behind them. But the remaining eleven children had nowhere to hide, and were rapidly being chased down and seized by the pirates. All were screaming in terror. As each one was seized, they were wrestled easily to the ground and their wrists painfully tied behind their backs. None was able to offer any resistance. They were then marched or dragged up on deck. There, poor eleven year old Abigail screeched as she witnessed the now captured children being forced onto the main deck. All were sobbing, some were begging to be let go, others were crying for their mommies. She and Annie had been supposed to look after the children, now instead they had been captured.

The eleven captive infants were also forced to kneel. On the deck were now at least twenty pirates, armed to the teeth, covered in blood from the slaying of the cargo ship’s crew. All were eyeing up the assembled, helpless children, and licking their lips. Some of the infants were almost naked from when they had earlier been happily playing on deck. Their beautiful almost naked bodies, with their wrists tied behind their backs, made a glorious sight. The soft, tanned flesh of each child shone in the bright light, making each look to be a tasty treat.

The children knew that they were in dire peril. All were shaking with fear, and trying to avoid eye contact with the pirates, who were laughing and leering at the helpless captives. But any hope that might have foolishly existed in the terrified minds of the little children was very quickly ended. Suddenly, striding onto the deck after climbing on board from the other ship, was a fearsome figure. Fully seven feet tall, and built like a powerful prize-fighter, he was naked from the waist up. His rugged face was decorated by a huge scar across his right cheek from an earlier fight, and he wore a huge black beard. His tight leather breeches barely hid an enormous bulge at the crotch, which seemed to get bigger as he eyed up the snivelling, almost naked child captives.

“Well, well, my lads” he roared. “What have we here?” He eyed up the helpless prisoners. “We’ve struck gold!” he boomed. His men cheered with excitement and triumph. Several of the children began to whimper. He was obviously the leader of the pirates, and he was just as obviously not going to take any prisoners. He eyed up the kneeling child captives before him. His eyes at once fell on eleven-year-old Abigail, who was clearly the most senior child. “Bring her to me!” he commanded, in a voice that was like thunder. Several of the children winced. The pirate who was holding the sharp knife to the eleven-year-old’s throat seized a mop of her glorious golden hair and dragged her to the leader. He threw her down at the giant man’s feet. She began to whimper helplessly. The pirate then seized her again, and pulled her upright so that she was looking up into the face of the huge man. She squealed, and could only see hatred in his eyes.

The huge man looked her up and down. She was obviously very beautiful, a little developing rose bud of a pre-teen child.

“Strip her!” he boomed. Abigail squealed. Several of the children screamed. In an instant, the pirate holding her at once pushed her to the deck and at the same time seized her little dress. He wrenched it and there was a rapid tearing noise. Another wrench and it came away completely from her body. Abigail screamed. The pirate at once seized her hair and again held her upright before his leader. She was trembling with deep, totally justified fear. Beneath the little dress she had only been wearing a tiny cotton loin cloth. She had been barefoot, and so now was naked except for the loin cloth. Totally topless, the bright sun beat down on her glorious soft flesh. Her little budding breasts stuck out like two minuscule cones, topped by firm but miniature pinkish-brown nipples.

“All of it!!” boomed the pirate leader. The pirate seized the little loin cloth from the back and wrenched hard, tearing it from her and forcing her to cry out. She was now totally naked. She felt the cool breeze on her untouched, virgin cunt, and blushed at her nakedness in front of so many glowering men.

“Oh god” she whimpered. The pirates roared again with laughter. They had watched the stripping act unfold, and few could hide that they were massively erect within their leather breeches. The sight of Abigail’s fabulous young body, her soft skin shining in the bright sunlight, and her total helplessness, was enough for several of them to have massive erections.

“God won’t save you, or your miserable friends!” chuckled the chief pirate. He spat into her face. Several of the children began to cry uncontrollably.

“Listen good, you little wretch”, he continued. “Us Pirates once ruled these waves. Then we went away. But now we’re back! And this time we’re here forever!” At that his men cheered. “This is just the start. Soon we’ll cut a bloody swathe across all of this sea. You’re just the first of many children that we’ll capture! Some of you we’ll have for our own sport. Others we’ll sell to our Arab friends. All of you will die a hundred deaths worse than Hell itself!”

Spitting once more on the helpless, terrified Abigail, he proclaimed “My name is Hellbeard! But you can call me Death!!” His men cheered again. Several of the captive children screamed.

Down below, the final phase of the pirates’ takeover of the cargo ship was unfolding. Eleven year old Annie had tried to protect the remaining children in whatever way she could, by barricading them in one of the cabins below deck. She had saved three little girls and one of the little boys. But they were now trapped inside. There was no porthole for them to escape through, and in any case escape through a porthole would have meant plunging into the water below and almost certain drowning.

Outside the door to the cabin, several pirates waited. “Open the door!” one of them demanded, banging hard on it. Inside, some of the terrified infants started to scream.

“Never, you’ll kill us all!” shouted Annie in the most booming voice that she could muster, which was in fact just a terrified little squeak.

“Then you’ll drown in there, when we sink the ship!” warned the pirate. One of the little girls wet herself in terror, the others began to cry uncontrollably.

“Oh god help us”, whispered Annie, and crossed herself. Raising her voice, she squeaked “Please, please don’t hurt the little children. Do what you want with me, but please let the children go”. On hearing this, the children began to plead with her. They loved her so much, none of them wanted to see her die because of them.

“We’ll let them go, if you all come out” came the response. The pirates chuckled to themselves at this lie. “Its your only hope, otherwise you’ll all drown in there together”.

The pirates waited for a moment. Suddenly they heard the bolt being loosened from inside. Slowly the door swung open. Before them stood the four little children, whimpering, and Annie with tears streaming down her face. The four children quickly made their getaway out of the cabin, past the pirates, and along the narrow corridor outside the cabin. One of the pirates at once belted Annie across the face with his huge fist, sending her flying. Immediately he landed on her, and tied her wrists behind her back. He also looped another rope around her neck and pulled it tight, almost throttling her.

The four children thought they had gained their freedom. But they only got as far as the steps up to the main deck, when several other pirates fell on them. It only took a few short seconds before all four had been seized, easily overpowered, and tied up.

Moments later, Annie plus the four children were dragged up onto the deck. Poor Abigail gave a squeal of utter horror. She had hoped that somehow they had escaped, but now all hope was lost. Annie too had hoped that her friends on deck had managed to avoid capture, but instead they were all now tied up and in dire peril. All the children were now prisoners of the pirates. The horror could now commence.

Poor Abigail was already naked, having been stripped moments earlier. She was still being held, whimpering, before the pirate leader. When all the remaining children plus Annie had been forced to kneel on the deck, it was time for the pirates to begin their plunder of the cargo ship. And during the plunder, there was to be entertainment.

“Let’s show them that we are real Men!” laughed Hellbeard. His men readily agreed. Poor Abigail was dragged to the main mast, which stood majestically, pointing to the heavens, in the middle of the main deck. Reaching up, one of the pirates hammered a huge iron nail into the mast. A length of strong rope was looped around it. The rope around Abigail’s wrists behind her back was cut, but before she could even think of struggling her arms were pulled above her head and her wrists were tied very firmly together again with one end of the rope from the mast. In an instant the rope was pulled firmly and the hapless girl was pulled upwards by her wrists. Her little feet left the security of the deck and she dangled, by her aching wrists, at the end of the rope. Her toes were two feet off the ground. And there she hung, all her weight hanging from her painfully tied wrists. Her young, nubile body was stretched by her hanging position for the entire world to see. She thrashed out helplessly with her legs, but bumped against the mast several times instead. Her ankles were quickly seized by a pirate and tied firmly together, to stop her kicking. Some of the little children cried out. Annie began to sob.

Hellbeard stepped up to Abigail, and began to touch and fumble her naked body. By now she was sweating profusely, partly through terror, partly because of the midday sun beating down on her. Her naked, exquisite body glistened almost as if had been oiled. Beads of sweat ran down from her armpits. Abigail winced in horror and disgust at the touch of the pirate. With his huge rough fingers he felt around her belly, and moved his hands up to her chest. He roughly caressed her sensational miniature bud breasts and their now-erect teats.

Abigail began to plead, “Oh god no, please leave us alone, please”. Hellbeard instead closed his huge hands around her throat, and began to press. Abigail at once began to gorge and fight for breath. Hellbeard whispered into her ear “You’re going to be tortured until you die, you little wretch!” Abigail froze in horror. “And my men will enjoy having sex with the little children in front of you. Then we’ll torture them all to death!” Abigail squealed. There was no hope now.

In an instant Hellbeard let go of her throat, and she gasped for breath. But then she felt her lovely long hair being tugged. One of the pirates was hacking off lumps of her long silky hair, which began to fall in clumps to the deck below. Soon, enough of the golden locks had been crudely hacked off to allow her curvaceous back to be fully exposed. It was time.

All the pirates watched in rapt fascination, except for one of them who stepped up to Hellbeard and handed him a weapon. It was a coiled bullwhip. Very slowly and deliberately, so that the children could see, Hellbeard uncoiled it, and let its vicious, hard leather strand fall to the deck. Several of the children cried out anew. Poor Abigail knew that something was about to happen, but as she was facing the mast she could not be sure what was happening behind her. She instinctively braced herself against the warm, reassuring polished wood of the mast. But the mast was going to offer her body no protection at all. Instead it had become a flogging post. A flogging post for her fabulous, eleven-year-old child body.

Hellbeard was a huge, powerful, real man. He was also completely ruthless with his prisoners. Without any pity whatsoever, he carefully took aim. His target was the beautiful back of Abigail. Satisfied with his aim, he suddenly coiled himself up, and then let fly. The coiled hard leather strand of the bullwhip slashed through the air. Several of the children looked away in horror. For a second it looked as if the whip was suspended in mid-air. Then it hit home. It arrived at Abigail’s naked, eleven year old body with so much force that the mast was almost knocked right over. It contacted the girl’s back with the force of a bullet, and slashed across her just above the small of her back. It hit home with such a loud ‘crack’ that the noise could have been heard several miles away. It was immediately followed by a scream of monumental proportions. Poor Abigail had been almost flattened against the mast by the force of the blow. A spray of sweat flew off her. Two of the little children wet themselves. A third had her bowels erupt.

An enormous, bloody weal at once appeared across the glistening, whipped back of Abigail. Her face was contorted in pain, and she groaned in horror. But the second was already on its way. This time she had not braced herself, and the blow arrived unexpectedly. It caught her full across her shoulder blades. Abigail squealed in horror. A second, bloody lash mark at once adorned her eleven year old flesh. It was followed by a third, across the base of her back. A fourth landed right where the first had cut across her, causing the helpless girl to scream from the top of her lungs. A spray of sweat and blood flew through the air. Thirteen more times the whip landed with the force and accuracy of a guided missile across the defenceless back of beautiful Abigail. Each time the eleven year old squealed or screamed. Increasingly she whimpered between each lash. The tasty, bloody lash marks decorated beautifully her sweat-soaked back. Sweat was now dripping off her. Her mouth was dry. She yearned for a drink. She yearned for any kind of salvation. But there was to be none whatsoever. Tears were rolling down her pretty face. Then her bladder gave up completely, and a stream of fresh urine flowed down the mast.

This was too much for one of the little girls, who started to scream for the flogging to stop. All the children loved Abigail and Annie, and could not stand to see this horror unfolding. Hellbeard was about to land the eighteenth lash onto Abigail’s blood-stained back. Angrily distracted, he swaggered over to the child who had cried out. She at once shut up. Her name was Sarah, and she was six years old.

“So you want the same!” he boomed. Sarah squealed in horror. “Very well” he roared. One of the pirates moved forward and seized the six year old. Poor Sarah at once started to scream and beg for mercy. Hellbeard swaggered back to where Abigail was hanging almost lifeless on the mast. She was panting hopelessly for breath. Her little heart was pounding. Her body was now awash with sweat, which glistened in the bright sunlight as if she had just climbed out of a luxurious bath. Her face was contorted with pain. Her fists were clenched as she whimpered and groaned. Her back was beautifully decorated with a criss-cross of bloody lashes. “Turn this little wretch around!” he ordered. “Flogging her back isn’t as interesting as her front!”

Abigail screamed. Surely she was not going to be lashed across the front of her body. Oh please god no. But it was true. One of the pirates swaggered up to her, and seized her. He deliberately caught hold of her where the whip marks were the freshest and especially bloody. She screamed in pain. And then she screeched in utter horror as he swung her around, so that her whipped back was now against the mast, and the whole of the front of her gorgeous body was facing Hellbeard and his bloody whip.

Several of the little girls wanted to cry out, but they knew that if they did, they too would swiftly become a part of the entertainment. Almost every one had wet themselves, and several had now had their bowels give up. The pirates roared with laughter as they saw the increasing discomfort and terror of their little prisoners.

Six year old Sarah was dragged to face Hellbeard. “So, you little wretch. You want me to stop, do you? Well, I’m not going to. I’m going to flog her and torture her until she dies!” Sarah screamed in horror and despair. “Do you want to be flogged to death as well! I’ll wager that you do! Then I’ve got a treat for you, you little filth!” he boomed. Sarah squealed. At once she wet herself again. Hellbeard roared with laughter.

Sarah was dragged by the hair to a large bench that had been placed by several of the pirates on the main deck, not far from where Abigail was being lashed. The beautiful six-year-old was flung down onto the hard, coarse wood of the bench. There, her legs were immediately pulled wide apart. She was one of the children who had not been wearing many clothes, and she had on only a little cotton loin cloth that barely covered her lovely girly parts. The loin cloth was now soaked in sweat and urine. It was immediately ripped from her. Now she lay, on her back, uncomfortably with her bound wrists beneath her. Her legs were wide open, obscenely showing off in its totality her six year old cunt. It was gorgeous, tender and virgin. She writhed, squealing, while several of the pirates circled around her, getting ready for the kill. One of them produced a huge knife. It gleamed in the bright sunlight. The little children watched in rapt horror as the pirate held it to Sarah’s throat. He was about to slit her throat from ear to ear when Hellbeard boomed “Not yet, my man! We’ll have our sport with her first. Then we’ll torture her ‘till she begs to die. Then you can cut out her gizzards and feed them to these little filth!” He gestured to the silent, horrified bound girls, who began to wail in despair. One of them was immediately sick. Sarah screamed.

The pirate who had dragged her to the bench was called Damien. He was a very brave pirate, who had raped and tortured to death many defenceless little children when the pirates had ruled the waves in the previous times. Evidently he had first choice, for he now pulled down his leather breeches. This revealed his manhood, which was huge and engorged. There was no way that it was going to fit into the tiny, virgin hole of Sarah, but that was where it was destined for. Sarah had no idea what was about to be done to her, but she guessed that it was going to be horrible and painful. And she was right. Damien at once buried two fat fingers into her child slot. Sarah squealed with terror. No one had ever touched her there before. There was no way that she could defend herself, and no one was going to come to her aid.

With his fingers buried into her child slit, Damien probed around her soft pink insides. Sarah began to scream for him to stop. Hanging from the mast, Abigail could see the whole rape spectacle beginning. She started to cry out for the pirate to leave the little child alone. This was a very bad idea indeed. Hellbeard at once swaggered back to her, with the bloody whip in his fist that had so far only been used on her back. He slapped her firmly across the face to stop her protests, cutting open her cheek. Then he seized her jaw with one of his enormous hands and almost broke it. Spitting in her face, he glowered at her with total menace.

“So, now it’s the turn of your pretty little breasts!” he snorted. Abigail froze with horror. Now she was going to be flogged across her front. Violently flogged. With no mercy whatsoever. Hellbeard stood back several paces from her. The terrified girl began whimpering. She tried to look away, but at the same time tried to anticipate the first blow by bracing herself against the mast. It was a completely pointless thing to do, her torso was totally defenceless and was going to receive the full force of the whip, over and over again, but she could think of nothing else to do. She was aware of little Sarah screaming to be left alone, but there was nothing that she could do to help the little girl.

Hellbeard tormented her even more by deliberately cracking the long, thin, powerful and blood-stained whip against the wooden deck. A piece of wood was hacked loose and flew in the air. Abigail squealed. Now it was going to do that to her exquisite soft flesh. Hellbeard coiled himself, and then let fly with the whip. It slashed through the air. Several of the little prisoners looked away with dread. Each feared that the whip would soon be used on their young, defenceless child bodies. They were right. The whip cracked through the air and contacted with Abigail’s superb naked pre-teen body right across her belly. It hit home with an almighty ‘crack’. She squealed and arched her body upwards. The wind was knocked right out of her. She needed to double up, but was tied too tightly and so she hung, on the point of vomiting, with a bloody red weal across her lovely flat belly.

The next blow followed immediately. Hellbeard loved this sport, it was the best thing about being a pirate, being able to do as he pleased with totally helpless and defenceless little child captives. He coiled himself up again and let fly. The whip whooped through the air. Abigail tried to force her body against the hard wood of the mast but there was no escape. It hit her with a tremendous ‘crack!’ right across her ribs. She cried out in pain and utter horror. She could never in her most deep, dark little girl nightmares have dreamed that this would ever happen to her.

Poor Sarah was getting on no better. Damien was getting ready to rape her and still had his fingers buried in her girly slit. It felt tight, warm and inviting, just right to be violently raped. But angrily he realised that his proud manly penis would have trouble inserting into such a tight little hole. And so he reached again for his big knife. Once more he held it to her throat. Sarah began to cry out again. This time he roughly ran the point of the knife down her front until it reached her little fleshly belly button, which he gouged it into. Sarah’s scream was horrific, and several of the other children began to squeal in horror too. Now the knife was blood-stained, just right for inserting into her cunt hole. He was about to ram it right in when one of his comrades decided to help out. Some of the pirates had started to ransack the cargo of the little ship while the entertainment was going on, and one of them had found several sacks of carrots. One of these, the biggest one that could be found, was handed to Damien just as he was about to knife the little girl.

“That’ll do just fine!”, he growled, and without hesitation he rammed the enormous carrot into Sarah’s tiny cunt with all his might. The little girl was almost rent in half. She squealed with horror and writhed helplessly, while Damien rammed the massive carrot in and out of her, stretching her girly hole ready for his erect cock. When he had finished her hymen had long since been destroyed and her little sex hole was nicely lubricated with her blood. The carrot had changed colour from orange to sticky red. Roughly Damien rammed it into her soft little mouth.

“Taste yer own blood, you little whore!”. “Aieeeeeee . . nooooo!” Sarah screeched. “Lick it, or I’ll slit yer throat!” boomed Damien, and dug the point of his knife into her belly button again. Then he pushed it into the underside of her chin, cutting her. She began to whimper helplessly, but did as she was told. Her little tongue licked at her blood on the rape-carrot. She screwed her face up in horror and despair.

“Ha ha”, laughed Damien, “Don’t worry, you won’t need to taste yer own blood again, ‘caus I’m going to cut out yer tongue when I’m finished with you!”. Poor Sarah became hysterical. Now Damien was ready. He had done this many times before and it was always a wonderful feeling to rape a little child, especially if she was a virgin. Without any more hesitation he rammed his manly penis into her bloody love hole. Sarah’s scream was long and heart-rending. Damien’s fabulous erect cock went quite a long way into her, before he began to thrust it roughly in and out. The more he rammed it in, the more red-colored it became. Sarah was now writhing and squealing, but could do nothing to stop the onslaught on her child body. Damien rhythmically rammed in and out, in and out while Sarah screeched and writhed.

“Ooooh! You’re so tight, you little whore” Damien moaned as he became more and more aroused. Suddenly he came in a shuddering climax. His manly cum spattered the insides of her six year old love hole, smothering her pink insides as Sarah squealed. His squirts completely filled her. Sarah thought that her cunt hole was going to explode. When he had finally finished, he spat into her face. Sarah sobbed. “You filthy little whore, you enjoyed it!” he growled, while he kept his still-erect penis buried deep within her. “No, no, oooh nooo!” screeched Sarah. “Ha ha, I’ll cut out yer tongue now!” boomed Damien, and wrenched his cock out of her bloody love hole. It was covered in blood and mess.

Seizing her jaw, he forced her mouth open. Then he grabbed her tongue with his other hand and pulled it. It was long and wet, and he looked forward to hacking it off and keeping it as a souvenir. He held his knife to it and prepared. He was just about to slice it off when he was bundled out of the way. Several of the other pirates had watched his rape of the little girl, and could not wait to rape her too. In fact they couldn’t wait long enough to allow Damien to hack out her tongue, and made a wild dive for the little girl. And so although Sarah was spared from having her tongue hacked out, it was little consolation because she was immediately gang-raped instead. She could do nothing to defend herself, and she was enjoyed by at least fifteen other pirates, all of who roughly raped her in turn. Each one had a massive cock, and the poor little girl was almost torn to pieces.

Hellbeard momentarily turned away from flogging Abigail to watch his men eagerly enjoying little Sarah. This was great sport. And Sarah was only the first, there were lots of other little child captives on board to be raped and tortured. But first he wanted to continue the flogging of Abigail. The poor defenceless girl was still hanging against the mast. Her body was awash with sweat, it looked as if she had just emerged from the water after a nice swim. But for her there was nothing nice about what Hellbeard was doing to her. He had now lashed her front several times. A number of delicious bloody wheals now adorned the front of her glorious young body, from her cunt to her throat. She was whimpering with horror and despair. She and Annie had after all been entrusted as chaperones with looking after the little children on board the ship. But they had both failed, and now the little children were in dire peril. Already Sarah was being brutally raped. Soon all the other children would suffer the same treatment – and much worse. And what was going to happen to her and her fellow chaperone Annie? She was already being flogged. Luckily Annie had not yet been touched, but it was only a matter of time. These hopeless thoughts flashed through her delirious brain, as Hellbeard coiled himself up for the next lash.

The whip caught her across her belly, completely knocking the wind out of her again. This was too much and she was immediately sick. A soupy froth of mess spewed out of her mouth and ran down her front. Where it touched the already-bloody lash marks across her chest and belly it violently stung, causing her to cry out with pain. Hellbeard roared with laughter to see the little girl suffering. She would receive no mercy whatsoever from him. He swaggered over to her. Seizing her jaw, he held her face firmly and started directly into her terrified eyes. “Enjoy being sick, do you?” he growled. Before Abigail could answer her let go of her jaw and sunk his huge fist right into the center of her belly. It was a right hook of fearsome strength. The wind was once more knocked out of the hapless girl. An instant later her stomach completely let go, and a volcano of putrid sick shot up her throat and out of her mouth. What looked like several gallons of sick spewed out of her. Some of it ran down her front, but most of it shot out and landed all over the deck beneath her hanging body. “What’s the matter? – wasn’t yer dinner very nice?” laughed Hellbeard.

While all this fantastic sport was taking place, some of the pirates were continuing to ransack the little ship, taking any of the cargo that might prove useful for re-sale when they reached dry land. It was thrown across to the pirate ship, where some of the pirate crew had stayed to help with the loading. Hellbeard was mindful that his ship-mates who had stayed aboard his pirate ship had not yet had the chance to participate in any sport with the child captives, because all of the flogging and rape was still taking place aboard the little cargo ship where the children had been captured and were being held prisoner. It was time to move the child slaves and get them aboard his pirate ship, where they could start to face unimaginable horrors while the pirates finished their business aboard the cargo ship. He swaggered over to the little captives, who were still tied up kneeling on the deck. They all cringed with terror.

“So, my little beauties!” he began. “Which one of ‘ya wants to face the lash next?!!” Several of the little girls immediately wet themselves again. All whimpered with utter dread. Hellbeard’s eyes moved from each little captive to the next. All were utterly gorgeous. He knew that each one would be great entertainment for him and his crew. But three or four of them at least would be kept for the slave markets of the Barbary Coast. There they would bring a very high price from Arabs, traders or madmen eager to get their hands on helpless, exquisite naked white child flesh.

At that moment one of the pirates came to Hellbeard to report – “All the valuable cargo is now on board our ship”. The pirates had quickly done a good job of moving the most worthwhile goods from the cargo over to the pirate ship. “Good” boomed Hellbeard, “all excect for these little wretches!”. He pointed to the helpless child prisoners. “Men, let’s get these little swine onto our ship, we’ll rape and torture them all there!”. The children all started to squeal with terror. Each child prisoner was seized by a pirate and half-dragged, half-kicked to the edge of the deck of the little cargo ship, after which they were picked up and bodily thrown to pirates waiting on the deck of the pirate ship. There was no possibility of escape for any of them, and in seconds all were aboard the pirate ship. There, they would face horrors beyond description. All were now aboard the pirate ship, except for Abigail and Sarah. Poor Abigail was still hanging by her wrists from the main mast of the little cargo ship where Hellbeard had flogged her naked body. Sarah was still spread-eagled naked on the rape bench, with a soup of blood, cum and gore oozing from her heavily-raped six-year-old cunt hole.

Hellbeard swaggered over to Sarah. She was sobbing pitifully. He drew an enormous sword. “Say yer prayers, little wretch!” he boomed, and drew the sword above her as if he was about to hack off her head. Sarah squealed and began to beg helplessly for her life.

“Oh my goddd, noooooo” screeched Abigail from her position hanging from the mast, “don’t kill her! Kill me instead! Pleeeeeese, don’t kill her!!”.

“Ha, ha!”, laughed Hellbeard. “Want to die instead of her, do ya?”. He swaggered over to Abigail, who at once began to cringe. Putting away his sword, instead he drew a razor-sharp knife, which he at once dug into her belly-button. Abigail grunted and expected it to be rammed all the way into her belly. Instead he pulled it away from her tummy and held it to her throat. The helpless little girl shook with terror, and expected him to cut out her throat at any moment. Instead he spat in her face. “A quick death is too good for you filth!” he growled. “Instead you’ll die slowly and in screaming agony! I’ll see to that myself!!”. Poor Abigail screeched and threw up. More sick flowed down her front.

Hellbeard ordered two of his men to untie little six-year-old Sarah and carry her practically lifeless, heavily-raped body onto the pirate ship. She would provide much more sport for his men later. Then he turned back to Abigail. “I’ve got a treat for you”, he exploded. One of his men gleefully handed something to Hellbeard. It was a bucket full of very salty brine. Abigail was still bleeding from the lashes that she had received from Hellbeard’s bullwhip. Taking aim, Hellbeard threw the bucket of brine all over her. The thick salty water at once washed into all the whip cuts on her body. Abigail’s scream was not of this or any other world. It could be heard for miles. On board the pirate ship, all the little captive children heard it. They all froze with horror. Each thought that she had been horribly killed by Hellbeard. Several began to prey for her soul.

Fortunately for Abigail she passed out after a few seconds of burning horror, as the thick salty brine bit deeply into the bloody wounds on her beautiful child torso. Her lifeless body was cut down from the main mast by one of the pirates and she was dragged across the deck by her hair, and unceremoniously thrown over to the pirate ship. There she lay in a heap on the deck while the pirates prepared to sink the little cargo ship.

Within minutes the pirates had cut their ship free from the cargo ship, which began to sink beneath the waves. Soon it was gone altogether. Now all trace of the little children was lost to the outside world. No one would ever know for sure what had happened to them. They now belonged totally and forever to the pirates. There was absolutely no escape for them. And their future was to be one of constant rape, brutal torture, blood, and horror. But those amongst them who were unlucky enough to be selected for sale at the slave markets of the Barbary Coast could expect much, much worse.

And this was only the beginning. Many more little ships and the children aboard them were soon to fall into the hands of the pirates. Bloody mayhem, rape, torture and death were immediately to reign again, as the pirates were very soon to take complete control of the seas.