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The whole crew, except for the helmsman, came over to watch.
    Quinn addressed them all. “Crew! I’ve organised some entertainment for you tonight! We have a French whore roped to the capstan spars! You can all take your pleasure on her on deck! Break out the rum!”
    A cheer came from the crew. They filled their tankards and stood in line. The first man was Swift who took up his position and started to shaft Danielle. Then the men followed one after another. Danielle laboured and writhed in her bonds.
    Quinn turned to Françoise. “Any remorse for your mother? Should I spare her?”
    “Non! Just look at ‘er. She’s just a filthy whore!”
    Quinn stood even closer to Françoise. “You seem to like watching her getting whipped this morning?”
    “She’s been a real bitch to me and deserves to be whipped for it. Anyway she’s my step-mother not my mother - my real mother died giving birth to me. I zink she was one of my father’s mistresses at zee time. ‘E married ‘er ‘oping for a son. But she’s barren and ‘e lost interest in ‘er some time ago.”
    Quinn was surprised. “Your step-mother?” She had not realised that they were not mother and daughter. Quinn smiled to herself; from what Françoise had just said, no one would shed a tear for what was to be done to Danielle.
    Quinn laughed. “Mistress, whore and step-mother!”
    Françoise was breathing heavily. “Seeing her getting fucked like zis is making me wet!”
    Danielle’s body shone in the light from the setting sun. She jerked her body and head in different directions as she was fucked. Her belly was soaked in come and sweat, it had trickled onto the deck.
    Françoise was trembling. “Mon Dieu! Zis is a ‘ell of sight! My own step-mother!”
    “Just a bit longer! Then I’ll relieve you.”
    A little later Quinn led Françoise to her cabin and laid her down on her table. She lifted each leg in turn and roped her ankles to her wrists so that her legs were spread wide. Thick clear liquid had tricked from Françoise’s vagina and the inside of her thighs glistened with it. Quinn slid her four fingers into the wet crease and then into her open vagina.
    “Oh! Merci captain. Zat’s what I need!”
    Quinn worked her fingers in and out as Françoise laid back and moaned. Her fist slid into Françoise and she gasped.
    “Mon Dieu! Zat’s good! Aaaaagh!”
    Françoise came for the first time, but Quinn continued.
    “You’re no virgin my young one! Who’s been here before?”
    “My father’s friends and especially Sarah. Aaaaaaagh!”
    Françoise came for a second and third time. She writhed, but Quinn’s fist was still inserted and Françoise just kept on coming. Eventually Quinn eased off and removed her hand. She left Françoise laying there and undid her own britches. She slid her hand down to her clitoris. Leaning on the edge of the table with her other hand, she rubbed vigorously and then came violently.
    Françoise watched. “I could have done zat for you.”
    “It doesn’t matter. Another time maybe.”
    Quinn left Françoise on the table in her cabin and went on deck to check on the crew. A few of them were still milling around watching as the remainder shafted Danielle. Danielle was soaked in sweat and come from the fucking she’d received. It glistened on her front and dripped from between her legs. Fletch was managing the end of the proceedings.
    Quinn approached. “Well Fletch, I can see you lot are still at it! And your cocks about to break out of your pants!”
    “Itz was a good sight cap’n! This bitch’s taken most of the crew, some more than once!”
    Quinn took Fletch aside. “Where are we?”
    “About ten miles north of Guadeloupe cap’n”
    “I can feel the sea’s getting rougher.”
    “Yes cap’n. It’s a swell from the Atlantic. Could slow us down tomorrow.”
    “When you’re done with her, take her below then come and see me.”
    Fletch dismissed the remaining crew and swilled sea water from a bucket