Cruel Female Pirate

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Madrid, Spain. December 1, 1580. "I must see the King. Let me in." Captain
Velázquez ordered the guards to open the door to the King's bedchamber.
Philip II sat on his throne awaiting bad news. "I already know, Captain. Rumors always
travel faster than my soldiers. How great are the losses?"
"She plundered a warship, killed all the sailors, and stole a cannon and 850 kilograms of gold
."
Philip II's face was filled with anger. After a moment of silence, he said, "You, Velázquez,
Castillo, Regapi, and Desce, set out with warships today. Take plenty of weapons and supplies and capture her. Capture her. Bring
her back. I lost 12 warships, and she is responsible for that."
Porto Sarri, Morocco. December 12, 1580. A blonde beauty entered a small inn and
sat down at a table in the corner. She wore stockings and a men's leather jacket. A longsword hung at her waist.
Everyone in the inn turned to look at her. It was her, Amelia—Sir Awyn's daughter. Sir Awyn—
the Queen's vanguard captain, killed by Spanish forces five years earlier in a battle at Gibraltar. His story
began twelve years earlier when he led his ships and sailors away from the British Navy to become pirates. However,
on May 21, 1573, he encountered Spanish warships. In the battle, he was struck by the enemy, and the remaining
pirates escaped with 18-year-old Amelia. From that day on, she had only one purpose in life—to destroy
all Spanish warships and avenge her father. Now, at 23, she was the highest-bounty
pirate in the Mediterranean. She was a beauty, 1.7 meters tall, with long golden hair, long legs, and full, firm breasts that
made her even more alluring. Looking at her, no one would associate her with a pirate. But she was stubborn.
No one had ever seen her cry.
She was a strong girl. Her only thought was revenge.
"We must leave immediately. Five Spanish warships are already ten miles from the harbor. They're
searching for us everywhere," she said. "Okay." Before she finished speaking, a deafening explosion shook the small inn.
"Run! Run! The Spanish are coming..." people shouted, and terror began to spread. Another
cannonball hit a pirate ship in the harbor.
Wounded people ran through the filthy streets. When the girl reached the outside, she saw two Spanish
warships already in the harbor, 200 meters away. They kept firing. The mangled limbs of men and women
were scattered everywhere.
The cannonballs landed precisely in the middle of the crowd...
The first group of soldiers jumped off the warships and rushed into the streets. Then another group, now more than 30 soldiers had come ashore
. The pirates drew their longswords to fight, and the Spanish soldiers opened fire with their muskets. Most of the pirates were
hit, and the rest charged into the enemy ranks. Amy retreated, accompanied by two pirates. Suddenly, a loud crash, and
she fell heavily to the ground. In her last moments before losing consciousness, she saw over 100 Spanish soldiers rushing towards her
.
A short while later, on the Victoria warship, Captain Velázquez entered the cabin where Amelia was imprisoned. She remained unconscious
. When Captain Velázquez saw the unconscious Amelia, an impulse to possess her arose within him. Yes
, I won't miss this opportunity, he thought.
December 2nd, the prison of the Sacred Court of Tutca. "Open the gates. We have a special gift for you..."
At the prison entrance, the coachman shouted loudly to the guards.
"Guess who we've captured? The most terrible pirate in the world, you know? She's a woman, a
prostitute, a witch." Everyone in the prison knew that Amelia had been brought here for torture.
More than 20 guards waited for the prison van to arrive. Amelia stepped out of the van, and everyone present was astonished by
her beauty. Even her dirty men's clothes and unkempt hair could not conceal her beauty.
All eyes were on her sexy thighs and firm breasts. Two jailers shoved her into a dark
cell—the very cell where, little did anyone know, she would spend the last days of her life.
The cell was small and filthy. Several rats awaited their new tenant. Bloodstains stained the wooden bed.
The jailers handcuffed her hands to iron rings on the wall. Amelia couldn't sit or lie down on the bed. And so
she spent her first night in prison.
The next morning at 9 a.m., two jailers took her to a large, dark interrogation room. There, Captain Velazor
ordered that she be tortured in order to extract information. Where was the gold? Where had the other pirates fled to
? How many of them were there? They made Amelia sit in a wooden chair, and Captain Velazor began
his interrogation.
“We know who you are, Emia. There’s no need to waste time. You are now in
the prison of the Holy Court of Tutca. I am Captain Velasso, and I have been waiting for this day for five years. Five long years. You can
imagine how angry the King is. You stole the King’s gold. You destroyed the King’s warships… Emia,
you see how bad it is. The only punishment for your crimes is death.” Emia felt fear. She knew there
was no escape.
Velasso continued, “But the King can save your life… at least you won’t be beheaded…
of course, you have to tell me where the gold is. Well? What can you tell me?”
“We don’t have any gold. They were sunk in a warship?”
Captain Velasso interrupted Emia as soon as she began to speak. “Oh, girl, tell us
where the gold is. Your words will only make things worse.”
“We really don’t have any gold?”
Velasso stood up and approached Emia. He stared intently into her eyes, and after a moment slowly said
, “You know where we are, and you certainly know the Holy Court and its methods of gathering information. They do
have many, and very painful and interesting, punishments. You are a beautiful girl, and I don’t want to see you
beaten black and blue. But the executioners enjoy their work. They enjoy watching bodies
crumble and hearing prisoners scream, especially if the prisoner is a woman…” Amy’s knees began to buckle.
She was a resilient girl, but she was still terrified of torture. She had never been whipped! Yet
now!! They wanted to torture her. They wanted her father's wealth. They wanted her to betray her father's
friends! No, for her father's honor and her own reputation, she would endure all kinds of torture.
"I won't tell you anything," she said, turning her head away.
"Well, very well, very well... You're not leaving me any other chance, my child... Take her to the torture
chamber."
Torture - On the first day, they entered a large, cold room. Amy stared at the horrible
instruments of torture on the walls and table, and began to tremble: pliers, fire tongs, fire pokers, scissors, hooks, iron forks...
In the center of the room was a specially made torture table. The four legs of the table could be used to bind the victim's limbs.
Behind the table was a burning brazier. The iron inside the brazier glowed crimson.
She felt waves of fear. She saw the torture rack and the terrifying wooden pyramid in the corner of the torture chamber.
Finally, she saw that besides Captain Velasso, there were four burly men and four clerks sitting
behind a large table, staring at her greedily. Just then, three or four thugs entered from outside.
Captain Velasso nodded to them, and they immediately stripped Amy of her clothes. It all happened
so suddenly; Amy hadn't even realized what was happening before she was naked among these men.
She felt incredibly ashamed, but her nipples began to harden. The largest thug, 1.9 meters tall
Alessandro, used his right hand to lift Amy's blonde hair and pull it back sharply, simultaneously
striking her stomach hard with his right fist. "Ah!!!!!" she screamed, her body shaking violently.
Alessandro lifted her pretty face and cursed, "Bitch! Speak, you pirate. Otherwise, I
'll make you beg for your death."
Amelia struggled to lift her head and said, "I won't say anything. You villain! You and your king
will be punished one day! That gold was stolen from abroad. I took it back from you and
distributed it to the people; they truly support me, not you!" Captain Velázquez and the other men sat in comfortable
wooden chairs, coldly watching this torture. Alessandro slapped her hard twice, expecting
her to scream or cry, but Amelia stared at him with calm yet angry eyes.
"You bitch…" he said with a smile as he and another henchman—Mario (approximately
50 years old, 1.8 meters tall, 120 kilograms)—forced Amelia onto an iron chair in the corner of the room. Before she
could even sit properly, they locked her wrists to her elbows and ankles to the chair legs. Thus, her
knees parted, exposing her lower body, and she watched in horror as the executioners' penises gradually hardened before the torture
. "My God, how will they begin?"
Mario wondered, staring at her labia hidden by pale yellow pubic hair, wondering how to pluck it all out
. Alessandro told Mario to torture her with thumb cuffs. Amelia knew what they were going to do—
they would crush her fingers.
She closed her eyes as Alessandro slipped the thumb cuffs onto her left hand. He began to turn
the first screw on the thumb cuffs. Amelia remained silent. Alessandro liked women who appeared strong…in fact
, he had many horrific ways of torturing such women…it was only a matter of time. And they
had plenty of time now.
He began to tighten the screws on the thumb cuffs. Amelia's body began to contort in pain, but she only
let out soft groans. The torture chamber was very cold, and the hardening of her nipples made her look
even more sexy. The screw was tightened another notch. Aemia screamed wildly. Alessandro smiled and tightened it
another notch, this time causing her to scream and throw her head back… her fingertips had turned dark black.
The men in the torture chamber stared lustfully at her shapely thighs, watching their reaction to pain: thighs
trembling, knees shaking, muscles spasming.
Alessandro began tightening the screw again.
“Ah, ah!!” Aemia screamed with all her might, feeling the incredible
pressure on her fingers squeezing blood from them. She shook her head frantically, her screams seeming to make
the walls of the torture chamber weep. Alessandro removed the handcuffs, picked up a hammer, and slowly hammered at her fingers.
The poor girl began to scream again. Strike after strike, her screams echoed throughout the torture chamber
… After seven strikes, she collapsed. The thugs poured a bucket
of
cold water over her. After she regained consciousness, the new
torture began, this time to her right hand…
Mario took a small knife and knelt before her. He slowly grasped Amelia's right foot and
inserted the knife under her toenail. "No, no, no…" Mario slowly lifted the knife, and Amelia
screamed in agony. She tried to kick his hand away, but… Her legs were firmly handcuffed to the chair legs, and this swaying
made her lower body look even more alluring. Although the torture chamber was very cold, her whole body was soaked in sweat,
as if she had just been pulled out of the water.
Alessandro knelt down next to Mario, took out a pair of small pliers, and slowly inserted them
between the toenails of Amelia's left middle toe. With a gentle pull, a sudden, excruciating pain shot through her, and she screamed like a madwoman
, violently shaking in the chair.
"No…" she screamed amidst the double agony in both feet.
"Speak! Speak now!" Alessandro shouted at her. But she shook her head.
The thugs began pulling out the nails from her other three fingers one by one. Amy
groaned like a wounded animal. Finally, all her nails were gone. She sank into the chair, panting,
hoping the torture was over.
Suddenly, she felt the chair beneath her getting hotter and hotter! Oh God! The thugs were
burning the metal chair! She felt the heat from the iron chair would scorch her buttocks. She screamed, "No, I
can't take it anymore!!" But the thugs just watched her indifferently, waiting for her confession or… to prepare for her.
Prepare for another torture. She sat in the scorching chair for almost an hour. She fainted twice, but each time
buckets of cold water were poured over her to revive her, and then the next torture began.
The thugs finally released her from the chair, and she was dragged to the suspended iron chains in the middle of the interrogation room.
Amelia was panting, trying to regain her strength to endure the next torture. Captain Velasso and
the others in the interrogation room watched this horrific scene with satisfaction; some of them even began
to masturbate. Captain Velasso signaled to begin the torture.
Alessandro handcuffed Amelia's hands behind her back, then used
a pulley chain hanging from the ceiling to suspend her about one meter off the ground. Her arms felt as if they were dislocated. At this point,
the thugs suspended a 25-kilogram stone under her feet. She cried out, her sweat
glistening in the firelight of the interrogation room. Her screams were exceptionally mournful and desperate. Then she groaned incessantly. Alessandro
added another boulder to her ankle.
"No...!!" Amy screamed, her body convulsing in agony. She looked as
if her body was being torn apart. Now her hands were pulled above her head, and she gasped, "Have
pity on me!"
"Say it, you bitch! Where's the gold! Where's the gold!" the thugs shouted.
"I can't... I can't tell you..." Amy heard her own voice and understood
what it meant:—more and more pain! Her beautiful body was stretched to its limit. The thugs
approached her with long wooden poles. Captain Velasso signaled for the torture. They struck her body wildly with the poles. They
hit her waist, her round buttocks, her firm breasts, her flat stomach, and her back...
Amy screamed and screamed like a madwoman. Ten minutes later she lost consciousness. They
revived her with a bucket of cold water and continued the torture. Her suffering was endless. The hanging and beatings were driving her mad. The pain far
outweighed her willpower. She could no longer control herself and her organs; she urinated unconsciously. The thugs laughed
, stopped, rested for a moment, and then resumed the torture. She fainted again. They quickly brought her back to consciousness and
continued to torment her will and body. Two hours of torture finally ended, and she was completely exhausted.
During this time, she had fainted 12 times. Her beautiful body was covered in wounds and scars. The soldiers
dragged her to her cell, still unconscious and naked. A doctor then examined her body and
applied some medicine to her wounds, because the interrogation officers wanted to admire her beautiful body…
She spent her first night in her cell; who knew what awaited her tomorrow?
Torture - Day Two
At 5 a.m., much earlier than Amya had expected, the soldiers took her to the interrogation room. All the personnel and thugs from yesterday
were already waiting there.
She was calm. Captain Velasso approached her and said, "Amya, have you thought it through?
Will you tell us what you want to know? Yesterday's interrogation was just the beginning. If you remain obstinate,
more pain and torture await you. Speak." Amya's body trembled in the cold wind, but she still
mustered her courage and shook her head.
"Good, my child. It was your own choice. Today, the executioner has prepared a special plan for you.
Let's begin, don't waste time."
The thugs took Amya from the soldiers and secured her hands and ankles to the X-shaped rack. Now
she was still naked, her face flushed red, because her lower body was once again completely exposed to the men's gaze
. Mario, holding a small pair of pliers, walked up to her and said, "Now we must shave your pubic hair, ha-
ha-ha!" Then he knelt between her thighs, clamped the two tips of the pliers onto her golden pubic hair
, and pulled hard, the pubic hair falling off along with the tender flesh. Aemia screamed in pain and shame.
After Mario pulled her more than ten times, Aemia's lower body was completely bald. They grabbed her bare
vulva like jelly; she was deeply humiliated, but her clitoris began to harden, and the thugs mocked her. Alessandro took
out a breast clamp (two large metal jaws with two sets of screws at the ends) and slowly approached her. He placed her breasts
between the jaws and began to rotate the screws. Aemia felt the pressure gradually increasing on her breasts. The pain
became unbearable. She screamed like a madwoman.
Alessandro tightened the screws round and round. She could only scream, her head shaking incessantly. When the two
jaw clamps were only 3 centimeters apart, Alessandro stopped rotating; at this moment, her breasts turned
blue. When her screams ceased, Alessandro said, "My beauty, it's time to talk." She
gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face, and cried, "No, I won't tell you, you scoundrel!!!!" Her words were
interrupted by the spinning of a screw three times.
Her body was contorting violently. The pain was indescribable!! She lost control again. Urine
streamed down her thighs.
Alessandro and Mario gripped the ends of the breast clamps and pulled hard on Amelia's breasts,
as if trying to tear them off her body. By this time, her breasts had turned a dark black
. Amelia screamed madly. Her cries filled the entire torture chamber.
This horrific torture lasted for 13 minutes before Amelia fainted again. When she awoke
, she realized the terrifying breast clamps had been removed from her breasts. But Alessandro and Mario
stood before her, grinning maliciously, holding enormous breast hooks.
They began twisting and pulling at her nipples, cruelly toying with her already deformed breasts. Amy
screamed and writhed repeatedly… Later, every five minutes, she would faint,
vomiting incessantly upon regaining consciousness. She became incontinent.
Seeing this, the thugs used cold water to revive her. The two of them slowly inserted the tips of the breast hooks into Amy
's breasts, then slowly tore at the tender flesh. Amy writhed like a mad beast.
Her screams sounded so desperate and piercing. Before the torturer decided to stop the cruel mastectomy…
She fainted twelve times. They gave her thirty minutes to rest. Meanwhile, a doctor gave her
some simple treatment, letting her drink a bottle of red wine to restore her strength so she wouldn't
die immediately during the next interrogation. Captain Velasso, watching her panting on the cold ground, walked over and said, "Emia,
you still have a chance to stop this torture. Things are getting worse and worse. Their next
target will be your beautiful vagina; they'll burn it, cut it with knives, and stab it with awls! Believe me
, I've seen many women suffer like this here, and they still have to say it! And the
pain is truly horrible. Can you imagine a red-hot poker being inserted into your vagina?"
He gestured to move the brazier to the torture table.
"Speak! You foolish woman!"
"Bad guys…no, no…" she answered firmly, turning her head to the other side.
Alessandro and Mario lifted her from the floor and slammed her heavily onto the torture table. Her legs
were stretched wide, ropes and chains binding her limbs tightly to the torture table. Alessandro
and Mario began to brutally beat the soles of her feet with thick wooden boards.
As the two thugs struck her soles again and again, the poor girl writhed like a snake
, her body arching desperately on the table. Her screams were almost inhuman. Snap, snap,
the relentless beatings on her soft soles! Screams after screams! At the same time, Alessandro
took a whitish-hot iron from the brazier and pressed it hard against her already bloodied breasts. Amelia's
screams became unbearable, but the men in the torture chamber seemed to enjoy the cries. Watching her endure such
immense pain, Captain Velasso began to ejaculate.
After enduring this double torture for 20 minutes, she passed out. They revived her with ice water and continued
the same torture.
"I want you to beat the flesh from the soles of her feet until it hits the ground!" Captain Velasso said.
The thugs struck the soles of her feet again and again... She could only cry and scream miserably!!
Alessandro slowly pressed the branding iron against her armpits and smooth abdomen, where horrible
scorch marks appeared. Emia fainted every three minutes! She began to lose control of her bowels. And her suffering was endless
!! At 3 p.m., the flesh from the soles of her feet began to fall to the floor piece by piece with the sound of the wooden board being struck
. Finally, Emia could no longer scream! She could only groan weakly and shake her head. Her body was covered in
sweat, urine, and blood. Her feces were everywhere under the torture table. The doctor said that she could not be tortured any more today, so
she was dragged back to her cell. In the dark cell, her body convulsed for more than an hour...
The third day of torture.
At dawn, several soldiers came to interrogate Emia, who cried and begged. Several soldiers, unmoved by her
cries, dragged her into the interrogation room. There she saw the usual interrogators. The thugs bound her to
the same interrogation table. Alessandro slowly approached her, carrying a thick, long wooden pole. He parted
her labia and forcefully thrust the pole into her vagina, a full 20 centimeters deep! Her screams were no longer human cries
, but the howl of a wild beast! Her back arched against the table, and she frantically flung her
blonde hair. Alessandro waited until her screams ceased, then began stirring the pole inside her vagina, simultaneously
pumping it up and down like a piston. She screamed, her body trembling violently, finally
writhing nervously like an earthworm, occasionally letting out a faint cry…
She was completely immersed in agony; the interrogation room had become her living hell! Alessandro
smiled as he played with her vagina, sometimes pulling the wooden rod out, sometimes pushing it back in, sometimes stirring it forcefully
, over and over again…
Her bladder lost control once more, and she became incontinent again. Alessandro continued to smile, showing no
intention of stopping the torture. A few minutes later, Aemia fainted. The cold water
splashed on her still beautiful face, and she awoke, only to be immediately plunged back into agonizing torment. Thrusting, stirring… thrusting again
, stirring again… thrusting again, stirring again!! Aemia vomited and fainted again.
Blood flowed from her vulva. Alessandro stopped the torture, walked aside, sipped some wine, and looked triumphantly at Aemia's naked
body. The body, no longer recognizable as human, had lost all feminine beauty… He slowly strolled back to Amelia's side
, and seeing that she had regained consciousness, he poured the last of his wine into her mouth, then resumed the torture with the wooden pole.
"Torture of such a beautiful woman always makes me thirsty, hahaha…" He earnestly
used the wooden pole to poke and prod Amelia's small, bloodied, and bare vagina. Alessandro
was nearly drunk; he barely noticed that Amelia had already passed out. Now she was about
to faint every two minutes! After 70 minutes of torture, Alessandro removed the wooden pole. At the same time,
he forcibly turned Amelia's clitoris inside out of her vagina, poking it with his fingers until it hardened
, then suddenly grabbed a large wooden hammer from the torture table and struck it hard. One blow,
two blows, three blows… After the third strike, Aemia foamed at the mouth and fainted again. Mario
revived her with cold water. Alessandro continued the horrific torture, and finally, Aemia's clitoris became a bloody mass.
Alessandro then turned his attention to her labia. Her face contorted violently in the most horrific pain! Her
voice went from screams to hoarseness, then to groans. Alessandro continued to
torture her with the wooden mallet for another half hour, then gave her a break. Aemia could only slowly writhe on the torture table…
Captain Velasso sat in his chair, contemplating the next instrument of torture. They had to make her talk, or
he would lose his head. He beckoned Alessandro over and said, “Alessandro, you are our only
hope. Make her talk, do you understand what I mean, make her speak!!!” “Yes, Captain, don’t rush.
If I continue, no woman can resist confessing.” Alessandro smiled and walked back to Aemia’s side.
He gave Aemia a few sips of wine to help her regain some strength, then
took a pear-shaped vaginal speculum from a table in the corner of the room. This instrument was also called the "Terrifying Pear." One end could rotate, like
the handle of a pear, while the other end was the base, thick and wide. Rotating the handle would automatically open the base
, and once the base was inserted into the anus or vaginal opening, slowly rotating the handle would
tear open the prisoner's two openings.
Alessandro said nothing. He parted her bloodied labia and forcefully thrust the Terrifying Pear
into her vagina. He began rotating the handle, one circle, two circles, three circles… five circles, then Alessandro
stopped. Aemia writhed on the table, enduring this terrible and indescribable pain.
By this time, the diameter of Aemia's vaginal opening was already 12 centimeters. Aemia's labia began to tear,
and all she could do was scream like a madwoman. Alessandro didn't immediately remove the terrifying pear. Instead, he walked to the
side and took out the wooden mallet soaked in Aemia's blood. "Speak, miss,"
Aemia wailed. Suddenly, Alessandro raised the mallet and struck the terrifying pear hard. A
sharp pain shot through Aemia's cervix. Aemia's will began to crumble under this indescribable agony. At this moment,
she could no longer utter a human voice, only mechanically writhing her beautiful body in agony, her facial features
dislocating. Alessandro repeated the same action again and again, sending Aemia into the abyss of hell
.
Aemia lost control of her bowels again and fainted once more. "You filthy bitch, you still want to defecate? Let me see
what's inside..." Alessandro shouted as he inserted the terrifying pear into her anus, pushing it against
her rectum, while simultaneously opening the pear to its maximum extent, tearing Aemia's anus open by 20 centimeters. At this
moment, blood flowed from Aemia's vagina and anus. She struggled futilely on the torture table, using
her last bit of strength to weakly say, "I...I'm going to...confess...Ugh, stop...come on." Alessandro stopped
opening the terrifying pear and turned to Captain Velasso, saying, "Captain, should we hear her confession?"
"Yes, Alessandro. Once she confesses, she's yours...kill her." Aemia cried
and gasped, recounting the location of the gold burial site. It took her nearly 20
minutes to finish those few words. Finally, she asked, "Shouldn't you let me go now?"
"Oh, no, dear, we have even more beautiful plans for your beautiful body!" Alessandro
said, taking a white-hot branding iron from the brazier and slowly extending it towards her bare labia...
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