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The storm whipped up the waves into a mountain of water. The spray mixed with the rain and swept across the deck of the captured slave ship. The merchant ship struggled laboriously through the heavy seas. The sails were only half set so as not to bend the masts in the storm. Still, the wood creaked alarmingly whenever a new gust hit the ship.

A breaker rammed the Goldgreed head-on and swept over the woman tied to the forward masts. Her soaked hair fell over her bare shoulders. Her dress was torn and clinging to her slim body. Katharina was shaking all over. She gasped for breath as the rain and spray lashed her face.

The martyrdom on this post lasted two days. She had never experienced a storm like this before. There were also storms at home, but they usually only lasted hours. This seemed to have no end at all. The torrential rain seemed to unite all the waters of the sky, pouring over her head.

At least the girl didn't have to suffer thirst, but now she was tormented by hunger. She hadn't eaten anything for two days. None of the pirates aboard the ship had felt the need to bring her anything in the midst of this whirlwind. Maybe she should be grateful to God for that, as none of the men thought of abusing her helpless situation.

The thought of Anne's violation made her shiver almost as much as the icy wind that seemed to penetrate every pore of her delicate body. Katharina didn't know what had become of Jane and now she didn't care anymore. All her thoughts were focused solely on herself. Not on the here and now, no, the young woman slipped away from this cold, stormy world and thought back to what was. Thoughts about the happy moments of her childhood. Of hunting trips, of fencing lessons with her uncle, who showed her the forbidden arts of men, of horseback riding and of delicious food at the lavishly laid table in the castle.

***

Things were no less stormy below deck, even if it was more of a charged storm that erupted between Long and Sliver. The captain had given Long command of the Goldgreed when the hurricane hit and the two ships had to separate. The crew was hastily divided between the ships. So it happened that Sliver became Long's right-hand man. A heated discussion about the future of the ship and its cargo took place in the captain's cabin.

“Captain Rogue wanted us to run south. To Tortuga and reunite there.”

“What nonsense!” grumbled Sliver. “We work our asses off here and the others get the money for the loot!”

“We are a team with two ships now. We conquered this ship together and together we will turn the loot into gold. In Tortuga!” The strong voice of the bald black man drowned out even the loud groan of the wooden hull as he struck one of the massive breakers.

“You no longer speak for the team, Mister Long.” The polite salutation was more of a mockery. “You speak for Captain Rogue, who got us into this mess with that slave ship in the first place.”

Suddenly the door burst open. Due to the loud dispute between the two influential men on board, other pirates also joined in. Her practiced, broad gait skilfully compensated for the ship's rolling. Soon there were a dozen men standing there, listening to the two of them with grim expressions. Only the lookout and three men at the wheel were missing, otherwise the entire crew was present. Murdoc was also one of them.

"Men! Mister Long wants to obey the orders of our former Captain Rogue. He wants us to laboriously bring our loot through this storm to Tortuga, then share it with the greedy Rogue. What do you say to that, men? What do you say to that? Shall he enrich himself with our sweat?” “

A murmur could be heard and Long realized the predicament he was in. Sliver addressed the men's greed, and he couldn't really argue with that, since most of them had been new to the Preybird. The honor and solidarity that existed among old companions did not exist here. This was all about personal wealth. Nevertheless, the dark-skinned helmsman tried.

“The captain chose you because he trusts you. But you are still part of the crew of the Preybird. In Tortuga we will reunite and share the spoils together. Remember, the fine pee is on board the Preybird, it will certainly be worth as much as the entire cargo of slaves." "

Not if we sell them in Havana." It was Murdoc's voice that stood out among the others . “I'm new among you, but if I may suggest you go to Havana. The Spaniards will reward you richly for these white slaves."

"Ay," grumbled the men as the ship was rocked by another breaker.

“You have nothing to say here,” Long wanted to silence him.

“But not you, Mister Long!” Sliver said. "This ship and its cargo does not belong to Captain Rogue, it does not belong to you, it belongs to us, right men?"

"Ay"

“Are you trying to start a mutiny here?” Long asked angrily. His hand reached for the hilt of his saber. But Sliver was faster. Suddenly he held out a cocked pistol and pointed it at the black man.

“Leave it!” he hissed and Long took his hand away from the handle. The men watched this scene with excitement. Many knew Sliver, who always pretended to be their own. She believed in him even now and was happy that he seemed to have the upper hand. He turned his head slightly towards the others. "Men. Do you want me to be the captain of this ship? Shall I lead you to Havana to riches?”

“Arrr, arrr,” the men agreed with loud, throaty growls.

“Long live Captain Sliver!” one of the men shouted and the others joined in. No one noticed that it was the defector Murdoc. Men's desire for easy wealth quickly made them loyal to their new master.

“You see, Mister Long. The time of your rule is over!” declared Sliver with a sweeping gesture, his pistol making a semicircle. “Place him men and take him away from arms. Get him below deck with the slaves, where the Negro belongs.”

The men grabbed the dark-skinned man and roughly dragged him away. Long, the strong black African, defended himself as best he could. They beat and spit on their ousted leader. There seemed to be no trace of respect left for him. They felt they were in the right and that made Long a traitor to them. Long cursed and squirmed, but it didn't help. While the storm raged outside, the men cheered and brought him into the hull of the ship with the other slaves. Only Murdoc remained in the cabin with Sliver.

"Congratulations on your promotion, Captain Sliver." Murdoc bowed humbly to the mutineer, who smugly brushed his chin and strapped Long's saber to his shoulder.

“Go down to the slaves. Bring me something young and pretty for the night. After all, I want to test my goods before we sell them in Havana.”

“Ay, Captain.” Murdoc was already getting ready to leave. "Um, Captain."

"Yeah, what's up?" Sliver asked. Murdoc's fawning attitude towards him pleased the new commander of the pirate ship.

“Why didn’t you just shoot the black rat. He still looks like trouble. And it's definitely not that easy to sell. Nobody wants a rebellious old slave."

"That's why I'm captain," Sliver explained. “I have the necessary foresight. Come here. Look at the map.”

A nautical chart of the New World was spread out on the table. It wasn't particularly good, but showed all the important landmarks, islands and harbors.

“What?” Murdoc asked blankly.

“See, do you know where we are?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Exactly, the Negro smells of trouble and doesn't do much for us on land, but he can lead us where we want to go. There's a navigation device in the box there. As soon as the storm stops, he can guide us safely and quickly to Havana. If we don't need him, he stays below deck, then he won't cause any trouble."

"Ay. And what if he leads us astray? I don't trust any Negro."

"He'll do what we ask of him, otherwise we'll feed him to the sharks. The Negroes also depend on their lives."

"Ay, let's hope." There was a certain doubt in his voice. "Then I'll go below deck and look for a pretty bride for you, or do you want our princess with you?"

"No, she hasn't ridden in yet, I want something willing tonight. I'll get to grips with our Princess Kate soon enough."

"Ay, Captain!"

Murdoc now left the cabin and Sliver sat down in the leather-covered captain's chair and smiled contentedly. He would definitely make a fortune with the slaves there. Enough for his own plantation where he could retire. Or he would continue to sea. As a feared pirate captain, he could certainly achieve enormous riches. Thoughts of Henry Morgen flashed through his mind. This pirate had done it. From a humble background, he rose to the rank of lieutenant governor through piracy. Now he was enjoying his life in Port Royal.

Sliver knew nothing of Jane, who was hiding in the massive oak cupboard in the cabin. Between the clothes and robes she looked through a narrow gap at the man who was now in charge. A thousand thoughts raced through her head. In her hand she held a loaded pistol.

***

There was a terrible smell below deck. The quiet whimpers and sobs of the slaves who have been chained here for a month testify to the suffering that was creeping over the bare people down here. Even the hardened pirates felt a shiver run down their spines. Slavery was widespread, but few free men ever saw the pain of a slave ship.

They took Long to a spot that days before had belonged to another prisoner. He had died of some illness and, like thirteen other men and women, had been buried at sea during the Goldgreed's voyage. The dark-skinned man was still spewing wild curses as his joints were put in irons.

“Calm down Long, otherwise you’ll end up with the sharks!”

“The deepest circle of hell awaits you all! You traitors!” he spat in the face of a pirate. “You are betraying your comrades on the Preybird. If you follow Sliver, you will betray them as he will betray you.”

“Shut up!” A punch hit him in the face and split his lip. He was spitting blood and his eyes were shining in the light of a lantern that provided the only light down here. “Rogue screwed us over. He put all the work on us and takes the easy way out with the Preybird while we have to laboriously drag the loot home for him."

"Richard Rogue, as captain, never betrays any of his men. He always followed the code."

"We don't give a shit about the code! We shit on Rogue!”

Long started to answer, but at that moment the Goldgreed was hit by a huge breaker and water splashed in from above. The men cursed and shouted. He could see the panic in the pirates' eyes. Then they rushed off to see where the water was coming from.

***

The wave thundered against Katharina's body like a divine hammer and forced the air out of her lungs. Above her she heard the breaking of wood and then there was a whipping sound as one of the taut ropes broke and the top of the front mast gave way.

“Oh God!” barely escaped her trembling lips. Was this her end? She craned her neck to see what had happened. The sail and masthead had fallen into the sea, but only ropes were still holding them to the ship, which caused it to list dangerously.

Despite the size of the Goldgreed, the waves played with it like a nutshell. Breaker after breaker flooded the deck. For Katharina it felt as if every wave was swallowing more and more of this ship.

“Oh God, I don't want to die, not like this, not here!” she cried without anyone hearing her words.

Men rushed to the deck. The sailors who had boarded this ship days ago brandishing sabers were now desperately trying to save it. One called for an axe. When he got it, the pirate cut the ropes, which almost destroyed the ship. Only after several attempts did he manage to cut all the ropes. Brief relief spread among the men, but real joy did not arise.

Katharina writhed desperately on the broken mast, like a worm on a rake. She felt just as helpless and undignified. She was not only at the mercy of pirates but also of the weather. Her life seemed sealed and there was nothing she could do about it. Still, she didn't give up. She fought - fought the cold, fought the fear, fought as best she could for her little life in the face of the most powerful hurricane imaginable.

***

While the young woman was fighting her lonely battle with herself on deck, deep in the hull some pirates were fighting at the bilge pumps to get the water out of the bilge. Huge waves repeatedly washed fresh seawater into the ship, which was already too deep in the water.

Outside, most of the men were fighting for the survival of the ship. Meanwhile, Murdoc had chosen a pretty, blonde English woman for the captain and brought her to his cabin. Although Murdoc knew about the dangers that the ship, and therefore himself, was in, his first thought was to put himself in good terms with the new captain.

Sliver was pleased with Murdoc's selection. He had checked things out briefly, but since Sliver himself was anything but a good sailor, he left his men to do the work and went back to the cabin.

“Good job,” he declared as his hand ran through the slave girl’s greasy hair. He chuckled at her frightened expression. He liked to scare her even further before he would commit a crime against her. She was shaking. Her emaciated body looked so fragile.

“Very nice,” he said to his henchman. “Make sure everything runs smoothly. "I don't want to be disturbed tonight."

"As you command, my captain," Murdoc replied and left the cabin with a slight bow.

Sliver walked towards the young thing, which was brought to him. She didn't have Kate's virginal beauty, although she looked similar to her in stature and eye color. His rough, rough fingers groped her face. He stroked her cheek possessively as she shied away from him. He liked that. The pirate was tempted to chase her around his small room like prey, as it promised that he could do more with her than with some young harbor hookers who lay like a board under the men who took her by force.

The young woman was certainly no older than 20, but she probably knew men's lust all too well. He moved his hand to her breasts and tore the fabric covering her cleavage until her young, but already slightly sagging breasts peeked out, as was common with women who had already suckled a child.

Sliver was no stranger to this sight either. He didn't care whether this young slave had already given birth to one or a handful of children. Nor was he interested in the pretext under which the girl had been arrested in London and sentenced to slavery in the colonies. He just wanted a young woman between his thighs who hadn't already been lying under the entire ship.

With this wish, the pirate chased the young woman around the card table several times before his desire won and he forced her onto the bed with a brutal grip on her slightly wavy, greasy hair. While the ship reared up again and again under the huge breakers, the newly appointed pirate captain attacked his victim. He tore at the remaining fabric of her dress and forced himself brutally between her slender thighs.

The girl was quite familiar with the desires of violent men in her life. She had to endure this fate for the first time when she was 13. Nevertheless, she fought back against the wild pirate as best she could. He enjoyed the wild game like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it.

“Yes, Kate, just defend yourself. You can twitch, but you can't escape me."

"My name is Olivia and not Kate!" the young woman sobbed, hoping to avoid such a cruel fate.

The pirate answered her words with two hard slaps in the face and hissed: “Your name is what I want! Got it?”

His rotten teeth became visible as she tried to use her hands to protect herself from further painful blows to her head. His eyes sparkled with lust and he reached for her arms to hold them above her head.

The young woman now lay completely helpless under the pirate. Saliva from his excitement dripped from his rough lips and fell onto her tear-soaked cheek. She felt his sex rubbing against hers. It was still separated from hers by the man's linen trousers. However, after he was able to hold her arms securely with one hand, he reached between her legs with the other and freed his pleasure stick in order to insert it into the desperately sobbing convict.

“There, little Kate. I've never fucked a noblewoman before. “You have the honor of being my first,” smiled the pirate. “Now you get to feel my flesh. I will drive all your mendacity out of you.”

Olivia didn't know who this Kate was, but she didn't dare contradict him either. If he was going to rape her, at least it should be quick and painless. But Sliver didn't think about it. He brutally drove his lance into her hole, which had already received so many men. The pirate's penis showed no mercy to her opening. He staked the young woman's initially dry vagina. Each thrust made her scream loudly. Each scream increased his excitement and made him thrust even harder.

His thrusts made her womb wet and she managed to adapt somewhat to his wild urging. Her body reacted to him with an excitement she didn't want. However, this excitement only made the young woman's lot easier for a short time.

After she no longer screamed during his thrusts, but only moaned softly, he put his hands around her throat and began to choke her.

“Well, you horny bitch? “Do you like that, Kate?”

His grip allowed her to wheeze a little at first. Olvia desperately tried to free his from her throat with her small hands, or at least to relieve the pressure. Meanwhile, he continued to hammer his strap into her increasingly moist cave. Fear reflected in her moist eyes while her head slowly turned red. She struggled helplessly with her spread thighs.

“You horny little Kate. Yes, you like it that way, don’t you?”

Her wheezing became weaker and weaker. His strong hands barely allowed her to breathe. A veil slowly fell over her. She felt a weakness spreading through her body, already worn out by hunger and deprivation. The kicking of Olivia's legs became weaker and weaker, and as the pleasure juice oozed from her wet slit, her eyes rolled back.

Sliver continued to ram his victim. It excited the brutal pirate to see the life force draining from his young body. His bulging member drove in and out of her stomach faster and faster. He thought of the pretty prisoner who was the most valuable prize on the ship's deck. He even briefly considered hollowing them out instead of this cheap substitute, but the storm held him back.

His strong fingers pressed into her throat while his penis sent indescribable waves of pleasure through his body. She seemed to be leaking as he strangled and choked her as he fucked her. Finally the pirate couldn't hold on any longer and came. His cock twitched and he groaned loudly. His hot seed shot into her wet cave. His hands continued to choke her. He choked her until the last twitching of his penis had stopped and she no longer moved either. Only then did the pirate captain sit down on the bed next to Olivia's lifeless body. His sweaty face revealed deep satisfaction.