2 comments/ 14765 views/ 4 favorites Amelia the Pirate Queen Ch. 01 By: polyphemus The gamine young woman stood at the taffrail of the westbound brigantine, her long blond hair flowing behind her in the breeze, as she stared into the sun rising over the Atlantic. As she watched she was able to make out the shape of a rapidly approaching ship emerging from the orange orb of the rising sun on the horizon. The crew of the brigantine had also seen the approaching ship, and though they were able to make out her British colors in the glare, the captain of the merchant brig was not fooled, putting on as much sail as the aged ship would take, fearing that their pursuers were of a piratical nature. It was the habit of pirates to patrol the middle of the Atlantic for their prey by alternating between a northward and a southward course, waiting for westbound vessels to cross their paths. As soon as their prey had appeared, they would break off and pursue them. And indeed this is what had happened. The pirate sloop had come across the brig just as it was finishing one of its southward swings and they had quickly altered course to chase the larger merchant ship. As the young woman watched from the stern of the brig, the sloop was slowly closing in on its prey. "You had best get bellow," the boatswain, who was patrolling the deck of the brig, told her. "Yes, sir," the young woman meekly responded, reluctantly beginning to make her way back to her cabin. On board the sloop the crew was preparing to board the brig. The pirate captain had ordered his crew to arm themselves and prepare the boarding hooks, as the distance between the two ships decreased. "We'll be able take her easy", he gloried, "Take down the Jack and put up the Roger. We should be upon them momentarily." Amelia wasn't having a good time on the passage to colonies. Being cooped up most of the time her cabin with her crazy mother was not her idea of a good time, and now the one time she had been able to sneak out, she had been told to go back by the boson. The small cabin they shared, in the brig's forecastle, had only one small porthole, which was the only source of natural light during the day. She spent most of her days with her needlework and secretly when her mother was sleeping she read the scandalous new novel her father had sent her and she had smuggled on board in her sewing kit. Rereading it over and over, once she had finished it. . This latest novel that her father had sent her was the story of young woman whose father had died while she was a young girl and had been cheated out of her father's fortune by a cruel stepmother. Sold as mail order bride by her stepmother, the heroine is sent to the colonies to be the wife of a poor farmer. However, en route to the colonies the ship that she is traveling on is intercepted by pirates, and the young handsome pirate captain falls in love with her and takes her back to England. He then helps her to recover her father's fortune and they live happily ever after. How Amelia longed for something like that to happen to her. To be caught by a ruggedly handsome pirate captain and ravished, only to have him fall enthrall to her beauty and take her away from this tedious voyage. On deck the sailors of the brig were preparing to be boarded. The brig captain, not wanting to risk the lives of his crew and passengers had thought it best to surrender to the pirates without a fight. As the pirates came aboard the men of the brig put up no resistance, letting themselves be striped of their arms. Amelia, hidden away in her cabin, saw none of this however. Her first knowledge that their ship had been captured was a pounding on her cabin door and the loud demand that the occupants of the cabin come out on deck. The door was broken open and a dirty, smelly man in worn sea clothes, with a cutlass in his hand, demanded that they go on deck. "Get on deck ye wenches, we got plans for you" he bellowed. Amelia's mother, who as usual was in hysterics, cried out "Oh my god, they are going to kill us." Amelia silently took her mother by the wrist and tried lead her by the swarthy man, but her mother resisted. "No I won't go!" she cried. "Come on mother, we must do what the man says. If we fight him now, it will only be worse for us." Eventually Amelia was able to get her mother out of their cabin and up on to the deck. Once they were on deck they saw that the crew of the brig had been gathered at the rear of the boat and was surrounded by pirates. Amelia and her mother were forced to join the rest of the passengers who had been gathered at the middle of the ship. The pirates were busy having them empty their pockets, while other pirates were still down below searching their cabins for wealth. The pirate who seemed to be in charge of the boarding crew seemed to be straight out of her visions of her handsome pirate prince. Trim and well muscled; he had short brown hair and a rakish goatee. He walked down the line of passengers examining them one by one. "Aren't you the pretty one?" He said when he got to Amelia. "Going to have you first I am," dragging her by her hair to the rail at the side of the ship. "A coward you are, taking me defenseless as I am," "What do you say?" he hollered incredulously. Having spent her youth cooped up in her father's house with nothing but his library to keep her company, she had a strange idea of her place in the world, feeling more at home with the heroes of Homer than among the line of cowering women that faced the pirates. Many a time in the forests of his estates she imagined assaulting the walls of Troy, running with Achilles, watching him run Hector through with his spear. Some times a poacher would come into her father's lands, intent of filling his larder with the deer that ran there in abundance and end up by being beaten soundly by this "wee little wench". She was not about to let a coward such as this pirate have his way with her without a fight. "Give me a blade and I will run you through like the son of a dog that you are!", she said, folding her arms across her chest and with a defiant gleam in her eye. "What?" he asked laughing. "You heard me coward." "Somebody give this wench as sword", he laughed. Quickly one of the mates handed a sword to Amelia. Grasping it in her hand, she swung it around several times, testing its weight. "This will do", she said, bringing it up into the ready position, her feet spread apart and body loose, ready for combat. Without another word the pirate captain drew his own blade and made ready. Taking the advantage he quickly swung his blade, aiming for the shoulder of her sword arm. The blow was expertly parried, as were his next, and his next. After the third blow, Amelia took advantage of her opponent's imbalance and slashed him in his chest, cutting in to his shirt and drawing blood. After being wounded the pirate captain took a step back, as if admitting that this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. She stood, sword ready, waiting for his next assault. Not taking any chances this time, he took a step forward and quickly swung the blade at her hand. Amelia tried again to parry, but the strength of the blow came through her defense, striking the sword from her hand and leaving her hand bleeding as the sword clanked to the deck. "Do thee, yield?" he asked pointing his sword at her chest. "Yes," she admitted, grudgingly, clutching her bleeding hand. He whiped the trickle of blood from his blade with her dress and taking a piece of rope that had been handed to him by one of the other pirates he tied her hands to the ship's rail, so that her mid section was over the rail and her back was to him. Taking the dagger from his belt he quickly cut away her skirts and petticoats so that her sex was exposed. "A sweet virgin are thee?" He asked fingering her hymen. Amelia didn't know if she was more scared or excited. All through this voyage she had been dreaming about this moment, the moment when her pirate prince would take her and fall in love with her. But, she found that she was crying for fear of what was going to happen to her. The excitement and fear swirled within and her stomach filled with nausea. "Please, no", she cried plaintively. "Oh yes I say", said the pirate, working to undo the laces at the fly of his trousers, and taking out his erect member. Amelia strained twisting her head back as far as it would go to look at him, but seeing his swollen erection only caused to get more excited. To Amelia the pirate's organ looked enormous, since this was the first time she had ever seen a man's erection. The fear and excitement swirling around inside her stomach built up as the pirate came up behind her and she felt him slide his erection into her sex. As she felt the pirate enter she felt a sharp pain as her hymen burst, but it slowly subsided and she felt pleasure slowly building as he penetrated her. The swirling in her stomach engulfed her whole body and her continued screaming only seemed to cause the pirate to penetrate her faster. But as he pumped his organ into her, her cries slowly started to become soft moans, and the building pleasure swept away her fear. As the pirate continued, she felt her sex start to quiver as her orgasm built and her moaning grew louder and more insistent. "She likes it, says I", exclaimed the pirate. As there was no point in hiding her pleasure any further, and she started moaning louder in earnest. The pirate responded by increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts. "She likes my cock in her she does," he cried, as he continued to penetrate her. Instinctively her sex clenched around the pirate's penis, quivering and urging it to disgorge its load, which it happily did. Amelia cried out in ecstasy as she felt the pirate's member quiver as he released his load into her. As the pirate pulled himself out of her, she quivered with the last of her orgasm, heaving for breath, her hands still tied up on the rail. "This one's mine. I'll be keeping her", the pirate captain told the men. "Have her brought to my cabin," he said as he went on lacing up the crotch of his pants. Amelia the Pirate Queen Ch. 02 The pirate sloop Phantom had begun life as the French ship Epée born in the shipyards of Marseille. The Epée had been built for speed, in order to run the blockades of the British navy. Although she was lightly armed, with only six nine-pound cannon, she was light and under full sail ran fast on the bowline. One night she had been anchored in Port-De-France on Martinique, with most of her crew ashore celebrating their escape from the British fleet, a group of out of work sailors, led by an English ex-patriot named William Cooper, appropriated her. Because he was the most educated among them, having spent a year at Christ Church before his money ran out, the sailors voted and agreed that William should be their captain and since most of the pirate crew was formally of the Royal Navy it was agreed that things should be run as much as possible as if she were a king's ship, except the cat would be permanently put to rest. All aboard signed a list of rules that they would obey, under pain of marooning. Among these rules was the provision that no women were to be kept aboard the ship. William Cooper knew that having a woman on board was considered by sailors to be bad luck, and though it was clearly against the ship's rules; he hoped that since they had done so well on this voyage, taking a ship bound for London loaded with rum, allowing him to double the crew's grog rations, the crew would not notice or at least would not mind his infraction. So while it certainly would cause his crew to be jealous of him, he was willing to risk a mutiny to have Amelia aboard. He had to have this young woman for himself. The little blonde woman, who had gotten so excited when he had taken her, was more than he could resist, and now that she was settled into his cabin and living with him, each night he found he wanted her all over again. He was able to find one his shirts that was not too dirty for her to wear among the rags he had in his cabin. In the scant light put out by the single candle lantern he used to illuminate his cabin, the slight young woman was nothing short of beautiful. Her pale complexion and long blonde hair glowed in the dim light, and with the overlarge shirt, she had a look of helplessness that even a gruff pirate found irresistible. From the first he had her tied to his bed and, although he brought her food and water, she refused to speak to him. Each evening, when he returned to his cabin for the evening, she would lie in the bed silently. Remembering her excitement the first time he had taken her, he wished he could do something to get a response, but no matter what he tried, she remained icy to his advances. One evening, confident in his charisma, he decided that he would confront her about her silence and hopefully get her to talk. As before, she sat in his bed, tied to the headboard, as impassive as a statue. Amelia, stubborn as ever she had been to the many women her father had brought into their house to educate her, was determined not to give up her silent protest. To her mind she was acting like a newly abducted Persephone. "Won't you talk to me?" he asked. Still she stared at him impassively. "What's your name?" he asked for the umpteenth time. Still there was no response. Seeing that he seemed to be sailing into the wind, he decided to take another tack. "I'm sorry but your mother is dead. I assume the woman that you were traveling with was your mother. She did look like you. I am sorry but she was so hysterical, she was made to walk the plank. Boys will be boys you know," he said, not mentioning that like her, her mother had been ravaged. Though saddened at the news of her mother's death, she did her best to show no response. Although a few tears did well in her eyes, she did her best to blink them away. "Why won't you talk?" He asked. Her eyes boring into him, she seemed to be telling him that she wasn't happy with how she was being treated, but he didn't yet feel that he could do anything about that. The idea of her running free about the ship was impossible. Not only would she distract the men from their duties, she would be reminder that he had chosen to break the rules that the pirates lived by, but he didn't want to tell her the latter reason for her captivity. "You know, I am keeping you tied up for your own safety. While you may be safe inside this cabin, going outside would be a bad idea. This way you aren't tempted." And even when he had his way with her, which he did nightly, there was none of the excitement of their initial encounter. She would bear his copulation with her as impassively as she could. When he would finish inside her, she would eye him as if to say, "Are you done yet?" And when he was, she would quietly clean herself, still barely acknowledging his presence. And so she remained silent, impassive at his advances for nearly two weeks. Though he kept her bound for her own protection, he thought, the sight of her bondage was eventually too much for him. He seemed to understand her feelings that her imprisonment was the reason for her silent protest. He hoped that if he released her, she would finally respond to him. "Is that better?" he asked, removing the ropes that had held her wrists. "Yes it is, thank you," she said, her voice weak from disuse. "I was afraid you might try to get away. I know you can't get off of the ship, but don't believe that outside of this cabin you will be safe." "I understand and I will stay here," she said plaintively, acknowledging her imprisonment.. "What is your name?" "My name is Amelia. I am the daughter of Rufus Stackhouse." "My name is William," he told her "What is your father's name?" she asked. "Edmund" "Very well, William, son of Edmund, if I must stay in your cabin, I understand. I will submit to imprisonment. You will not need to tie me up in the future." "That is good," he said, trying to cover his amazement at her acceptance. "If you can get me some sail material, I will make myself some breeches, so that I may be properly clothed." "Sure, I can do that." The next morning several yards of indigo cloth that the pirates had appropriated from the ship Amelia was voyaging on were delivered to the captain's cabin. After eight bells, when he returned from the second morning watch, he saw that Amelia had sewn herself a pair of trousers. She had also cut her hair short, so that in her new outfit she could easily pass for a boy. "So what do you think?" she asked him, "Now I should be able to go out on deck." There were a few moments of stunned silence, as William took in Amelia's new look. While it was true she could pass for a boy, the crew would still know that she wasn't. "No Amelia, the crew still knows your secret. You would still be in danger if you went out on deck." Amelia started to pout. He watched her face turn into a scowl in the dim light. "You know it is for your own good, I'm sorry. Look, I have to go back, I'll see you tonight," he said, leaving the cabin for the afternoon watch. The afternoon watch had been uneventful. The sun shone brightly down on them and a with a brisk westerly filling their sails they were making about ten knots for Nassau, probably making it there in four more days. At eight bells, and the beginning of the first dogwatch, one of the able seamen was missing from his post. Jeffries, the first lieutenant informed the captain that Lewis, one of the forecastle men had not shown up for his watch. "Where is Lewis," bellowed the captain. "He was in his hammock last I saw him," said the first lieutenant. "Mr. Williams, have a couple of men go bellow and see if they can't find Lewis" "Aye, sir." And just after this exchange was finished there came a loud yell of anguish from bellow the forecastle, from the direction of the captain's cabin. "Mr. Jeffries, you have the con", said the captain as he quickly left the quarterdeck, walking forward. "Aye, sir," said the first lieutenant. The captain left the quarterdeck and headed for his cabin. Upon reaching the door to his cabin he heard a loud whimpering coming from inside. Opening the door he found Amelia with a bloody dagger in her hand and Lewis, the man who had been missing from watch, with his trousers at his knees, clutching his bloody crotch and whimpering in pain. "What the hell is going on in here?" yelled the captain. "Sir, she attacked me," said the wounded man. "This fool thought he would have his way with me," sneered Amelia. "So I had to teach him a lesson." "Lewis, get out of my cabin." "Yes, sir," said the mate in a low voice. Making his way by the captain in the doorway, he made to leave the cabin. "You forgot your pecker, you dog," screamed Amelia. She reached down and picked the mate's severed penis off the floor of the cabin and flung it at the escaping man, hitting him in the side as he bolted through the door. Amelia the Pirate Queen Ch. 03 The next morning it was clear with the bright yellow sun rising behind the ship as she made her way west. The wind had not changed during the night and when the log was thrown she was making nine knots. The captain called for divisions after eight bells. When all the men assembled on deck, Amelia with her new shorter hair and dressed in her new ship's boy togs stood next to the captain on the quarterdeck, the captain called out the first lieutenant. "Mr. Jeffries, is the ship's company assembled?" "Yes Sir, all present, except for Lewis, who is in sick bay." "Very, well Mr. Jeffries. Mates, I would like to introduce a new member of our crew. This is Adam Stackhouse," holding his hand out toward Amelia. "Mr. Stackhouse is my new cabin boy. He has signed our agreement and will be entitled to a full share. Does anybody have a problem with Mr. Stackhouse joining our crew?" While it was unusual for a cabin boy to be entitled to a full share of the pirate's ship's booty, with Amelia fingering the dagger at her side, there was silence from the rest of the crew. "Yesterday, one of the crew attacked Stackhouse here. Mr. Stackhouse was not injured in the attack and was able to defend himself against his attacker. The guilty party is now in sickbay recovering from his injuries. This sort of attack is against the rules of our charter and could be seen as grounds for marooning. It is my opinion that in view of the injuries sustained by the guilty party that reduction in pay to half a share and being left in Nassau is punishment enough for this offense. Be there anyone who disagrees?" There again was silence from the assembled men. "Good, we shall be Nassau in three days if the current winds hold. Initial shares will be distributed upon our arrival and we shall be in port until the rest of the cargo can be sold. You may go about your duties." There was a cheer at the mention of shares being distributed as the crew went back to work. As the crew dispersed, William looked at Amelia and asked, "You know what your duties are?" "Yes, Son of Edmund." "Very well, you will kindly get to them then." "Aye, aye, sir," said Amelia, saluting and walking forward to the main cabin. On a real Royal Navy ship this amount of familiarity with the captain would have been unheard of and called for a flogging, but the pirate's crew, although they tried to run things like a king's ship, had no need much of the courtesy that would have been due a real naval captain and officers. The Phantom was a democracy, with the captain and officers being elected by the crew. Their orders were followed, but if the crew felt that they weren't taking the right actions to maximize the profit of the crew, new officers would be elected in their place. This was written into the agreement that all the members of the crew had signed and Amelia was now a party to. Amelia spent the rest of the morning watch cleaning the main cabin. It had been a while since the cabin had been cleaned, and without a river to divert to wash away all debris of two years at sea it was a sizable task. She had finished cleaning the cabin and begun washing the captain's clothing when William returned that afternoon. He was pleasantly surprised at how good the cleaned cabin looked, but wasn't about to mention it to Amelia. "What do you say to some supper?" he asked. "Sounds good, I'll go get it." Amelia left the cabin and went aft to the galley. As Amelia entered the galley a silence fell over the men assembled there. A normally boisterous group of men eating a meal suddenly went dead silent, all eyes on Amelia. Uncomfortable being the center of the men's attention, she went to the cook and got the captain's and her meals and carrying the meals she quickly left the silent galley. Since the events of the day before, Amelia noticed that silence would descend upon crewmembers whenever she came into contact with them. At first she thought it was because they were scared of her, afraid she might do to them what she had done to Lewis. Soon the silence intimidated Amelia. If only there were some way, she thought, that she could prove she was just another member of the crew. However, each time she came into contact with them, they would stop whatever they were talking about, saying anything to her only when it was necessary. But, that would change with their time in Nassau. The Phantom arrived in Nassau harbor just after eight bells in the morning. Sailing into the shallow harbor between Paradise and New Providence Islands the crew dropped anchor and made ready the long boat. It was a bright, beautiful island morning, however the town and the adjoining sailcloth tent city looked like a ghost town as most of the residents of Nassau were still sleeping off last night's debauchery. There was no local authority, the British colonial government having long ago abandoned the island, leaving pirates and their ilk free reign. The shallow harbor was ideal for sheltering small-hulled pirate vessels because larger, deeper hulled men-of-war were unable to enter it. Additionally the high the hills of New Providence provided a valuable lookout when the Royal Navy came prowling. The island also provided abundant resources of timber, food and fresh water. All of this combined to make Nassau a pirate haven. The Captain, Amelia and several of the men took the long boat to the quay along New Providence. Tying the boat up to the quay, the captain told the men who had come with him to stay by the boat; he and Amelia would go and reconnoiter. The men grumbled at being told they couldn't go into town, but he reminded them that nobody would be about yet and they would have plenty of time for revelry later, in the evening, when at least the island's taverns would be open and the whores would be awake. Nassau was deserted. Though early yet the hot tropical sun beat down, baking the white washed adobe walls and canvas sailcloth tents of the town. Here and there the street urchins and bastards ran and played, huddling over some coppers found in the gutter or rolling a barrel whoop down the street. The Adult population (if it could be called that) of the city was still at rest, recovering from last night's revels. William and Amelia walked through the town and he led her to a run down tavern. They walked up to the bar and William asked the man standing behind it if Louis was available. The keeper said yes, he is awake, and offered the pair some coffee while they waited. They sat down at a table in the deserted establishment, sipped their coffee, and waited for the proprietor. It was only a few minutes, when he came down the stairs, behind the bar, to greet his guests. "William, how are you mon ami?" said the skinny Frenchman. "Well, Louis, and you?" "I am well, it is good to see you, how was your voyage? Profitable I hope." "Yes, we did well, I have plenty of merchandise for you. Louis I would like you to meet the newest member of our crew. This is Adam Stackhouse, my new cabin boy." "A pleasure, young sir, welcome to my establishment," said Louis, shaking Amelia's hand. "I hope you will be with us later tonight." Amelia mumbled that she would. "Adam, Louis here is the best fence in Nassau, and he runs excellent tavern." "Tres Bien. You will have an inventory of your prizes for me?" "Here" said the captain, pulling a sheet of parchment out of his coat and handing it to the Frenchman. "Hmm. Let us see." Louis took several minutes examining the list of goods that the pirates had captured. "Well I will have to see the merchandise before I can give you a full quote, but you seem to have done very well. I will advance any of your men credit at the bar should they want it, but as you know the girls upstairs are a cash only business." "As always Louis, thank you for your hospitality," said the captain, as he made ready to leave. "I will see you this evening, mon ami?" "Of course" Amelia and William left the bar and went back to the longboat. Getting aboard they were rowed back to the ship, anchored in the harbor. That evening, William assigned five men to stay behind on the ship and stand watch, while the rest of the crew were given a preliminary share of gold coin, until the rest of the goods could be liquidated, and sent ashore. The long boat ferried back and forth, carrying the pirate crew to the onshore establishments. William and Amelia were in one of the last groups to go ashore. Nassau seemed to be lit up with fire when they came ashore, as the evening's revelry was already in full swing. The streets were filled with drunken sailors rolling on the cobblestones, assaulting passers by, and begging for money for more alcohol. William and Amelia made their way back to Louis' place. Inside the party was in full swing, as the crew was already quickly spending their booty on liquor and women. Louis quickly recognized William, as he entered, and hustled a couple of drunken sailors from a table so William, Amelia and a few other members of his pirate crew could sit down. William ordered tankards of ale for everyone sitting around the table and they were quickly delivered. Amelia looked around the tavern. All the men around her seemed to be having a good time and drinking heavily. She sat and listened as the men sitting around them told tales of their times at sea and their conquests. It bothered Amelia that she had none of her own to brag about. Amelia started drinking the tankard or ale that had been set before her. William, sitting next to her, challenged her to finish her tankard before he could finish his. Lifting their tankards to their mouths, they stared at each other, each trying to finish their ale before the other. Amelia tried drink as quickly as she could, but she did not finish it before William. William laughed, and ordered another pair of tankards, which quickly arrived. William produced a pair of dice and proposed that they play a game of chance, betting instead of money, they would bet drinks of ale. Amelia and the other men sitting around the table agreed. As the game proceeded and the men were able to assign drinks to the other players, and it seemed to Amelia that she was being given more drinks than the other players. She was afraid to say anything, but particularly when William was giving out drinks, he always gave them to Amelia. Soon Amelia was beginning to feel a bit strange as she noticed that her coordination in rolling the dice was suffering. As Amelia was about to finish her third tankard, a lady with long bright red hair and wearing a scarlet colored sleeveless dress sat down at the table next to William and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey Will, how are you?" "I am well, Lavender." "Who is your new friend?" she asked. "This is Adam, he is new on our crew." "Hello Adam, aren't you a strapping young man," tapping Amelia on the shoulder. Amelia looked away trying to hide her embarrassment. "Adam," said William, "this is Lavender Spray, she is one of the ladies that works upstairs." "Hello Lavender," said Amelia, shaking the woman's hand, finally looking up at her. "Oh, he's a shy one," said Lavender, giggling. "Hey Adam, why don't you come upstairs with me and we can have some fun?" "I'm not really in the mood for that sort of thing," said Amelia feeling very drunk for the first time in her life. "What as shame?" said Lavender. "Why not?" said William, smiling to himself, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a few pieces of gold and handing them to Lavender. "Lavender, why don't you take Adam here upstairs and make a man of him?" "But…" said Amelia, too drunk to offer any coherent resistance. "Mmm, what a good idea," said Lavender. Taking Amelia's hand, she led her across the bar and upstairs to her room. All the way up Amelia had tried to put up resistance but feeling very drunk she had trouble and Lavender was able to lead her, chiding her all the way not to worry that everything would be all right. The room was small and decorated with purple cloth wall hangings. The only lighting was three candles burning in a holder on a nightstand next to the bed. Lavender led Amelia to the bed and sat her down. "You sit there for a moment honey, I'll be right with you," she said. Amelia, in a daze, sat down and watched as the woman began to undress. She slid her dress down her body, to reveal a matching red lace bra and panty set and stepped out of her high-heeled shoes. Her skin was of the palest ivory color and the only trace of color was her bright red lips. She sat down on Amelia's lap and began kissing her, first kissing her on the mouth and then down her neck. Amelia felt herself beginning to get aroused despite her drunken condition. Amelia felt her arousal begin to grow, like a fire started from a smoldering coal sitting amongst tinder, slowly catching light and then building in intensity. Lavender stopped kissing Amelia and looked into her eyes. "Do you like me honey? I'll make a man of you. How does that sound?" Amelia felt her resistance crumbling, as Lavender stood up and removed her bra and panties revealing her ample breasts and a tuft of bright red hair between her legs. Smiling at Amelia, she said, "Now it is your turn, honey." She sat back down in Amelia's lap and began to unbutton Amelia's shirt. When three of the buttons had been undone she was able to see the piece of cloth that Amelia had tied around her breasts to cover them up. Lavender assumed that it was an old bandage, covering a healed wound. "Does that hurt, baby?" said Lavender as she ran her hands over the cloth. "Mmmm not really," said the dazed Amelia. "Wait a minute," said Lavender realizing the truth and pulling the cloth off. Amelia tried to grab the cloth, but too quickly for her to react the cloth was away and Amelia's small breasts were in view. Seeing them Lavender stopped for a moment and stared at them. "What the…" she said jumping off of Amelia's lap. Her hands went to Amelia's crotch and she quickly began unlacing Amelia's trousers. When she got the trousers unlaced she began to gently laugh. "Oh honey, you should have told me," she said laughing, and giving Amelia another kiss on the lips. Amelia tried to get up off of the bed, but in her drunken state was unsteady getting up. "I'll go back down stairs," she said as she finally got to her feet. "That's okay honey, you don't have to go," said Lavender, hugging her and giving her another kiss. "Let's give the boys something to fantasize about." She helped the drunken Amelia remove the rest of her clothes, pulling off her shoes and socks and pulling her trousers off of her legs. After removing the rest of Amelia's clothes she helped Amelia lie back on the bed and climbed on top of her. "Don't worry honey, us girls have ways we can have fun by ourselves. While the boys may have some good things about them, they don't always do things right." Lavender began kissing Amelia again, starting with her mouth, feverishly inserting her tongue into Amelia's mouth. Amelia's tongue responded, reaching out to meet her tongue as it entered her mouth. For several minutes they kissed, tongues rubbing against each other, feeling each other. Lavender soon began kissing her way down Amelia's chest. She began kissing Amelia's breasts and taking each of her nipples in her mouth in turn. Amelia felt her nipples harden as Lavender took them in her mouth, and all thoughts of resistance left Amelia as her pleasure grew. "Oh yes," Amelia mumbled. "You like that," said Lavender. "No reason I should stop." She continued kissing and licking her way down Amelia's body. She kissed her way down Amelia's belly, sticking her tongue into her navel. Slowly she was approaching Amelia's unshaven blond pubic hair. For several seconds she licked just above Amelia's pussy, letting her anticipation build. Amelia knew what came next and could not wait to feel Lavender's tongue on her and in her, but Lavender made her wait. "Lick me," she begged. Lavender laughed, and spread Amelia's legs. She saw that Amelia's pussy was wet as she began to lick it. She licked slowly at first, working her way around the edge of her folds. Licking her away around and around, she felt Amelia begin to shudder at her ministrations. As she started to lick faster Amelia began to moan. Leaving Amelia lying on the bed, Lavender went to the nightstand and blew out one of the candles that had been burning in the holder. Taking the candle in her hand she knelt by Amelia's side. Amelia didn't say anything, but Lavender could tell by looking at her face that she was uncomfortable with what she was about to do. "That's okay honey, we can save that for later." Setting the candle aside, Lavender went back to licking Amelia's cunt. This time she concentrated on Amelia's small clit, taking it into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue. Amelia's moaning increased as the speed of Lavender began to lick faster. Soon Lavender took a finger and began to penetrate Amelia's cunt as she continued to lick Amelia's engorged clit. "Mmmm oh, yes," Amelia moaned as she felt her orgasm build. Lavender put two fingers into Amelia penetrating her faster and faster. Soon Lavender's fingers were awash with Amelia's fluids as she climaxed and loudly moaned. "Yessss," moaned Amelia as she came. Lavender continued to lick and finger Amelia, now inserting a third finger. As the first orgasm subsided, Amelia felt another one building. Soon it was upon her and another wave of her fluid broke as Amelia's cunt clasped around Lavender's fingers. In silent ecstasy, eyes closed, Amelia felt the wave of orgasm break over her body and then ebb. With Amelia stunned into silence, Lavender climbed back on top of her and gave her a long kiss on the lips. "If you're ever back in Nassau you come see me, okay?" After a few moments of silence, and lying in bed together, the women got up, and slowly got back into their clothes. Amelia was still slightly drunk and full off post coital bliss as she walked back down stairs with Lavender. When they got back down to the bar they found William and several men of the pirate crew were rolling with laughter. "I didn't think you would do it," he laughed at Amelia. Amelia and Lavender smiled knowingly. "Maybe you could join us next time?" said Lavender. "But, of course I'll have to charge you double."