3 comments/ 26892 views/ 3 favorites Anything Butt Pirates! Ch. 01 By: gobula The stigmata of Frances Copal was known among the Dominicans as the "Great Reach of God and Man" but only for a little while, before human interest, greed, and the nature of man himself brought that pinion wish down. His grand uncle, Arthur Traumata was himself a great inquisitorial master who single handedly lead 3,000 conversions into the true faith. (Triple that number of heathens he had "Relaxed" into the flames). Much as the church vexed over its loss of global influence with the rising of democracies and the fall of the Papacy in the hearts of man, so too it hungered and thirsted for new blood, new fire- Frances was to be that fire, that blood- his stigmata would bring life into an ebbing faith and vanishing order, The Dominican. The closing of the century had passed and the millennium was within reach, many believed him a telling sign of the End Of Days as prophesied in the Book Of Daniel. Their trust, hope and aspirations were deeply misplaced. Frances Copal, by fault or fortune had been inflicted with the stigmata as a youth and as such his physical body under developed, he did not have the broad shoulders of other men, nor was he tall, agile or athletic. His skin was pale and his features were delicate. He spent much of his early life reading and studying. His parents hoped him, at best, to become an apothecary. When he wasn't stricken with the signs, he attended university, but do to illness and absenteeism only just graduated, with no honors and no prospects. He was bedridden when Fiona, a childhood sweetheart and confidant, read him his third letter of denial. It was no surprise, the interview had not gone well. "You have beautiful penmanship, however." Fiona said with less than an encouraging smile, she pointed to their positive comment at the bottom of the letter- it was an afterthought for sure. "Fiona my dear, I cannot read today." Frances closed his eyes and waved off the letter, "Should that I never read or write again- that would be grand." "Fe such things darling." Fiona said folding the letter and tucking it under his pillow. She checked on his bandages: "Both hands... and feet this time..." "Nay love, the miracle is that I still the blood to pour..." "My poor Frances!" Fiona kissed the hands that bled. Such rejections he was used to, but she comforted him nonetheless, as she always did with tenderness, affection and passion. In their long relations she had learned how to bring him up, without causing him pain. When afflicted, the stigmata gave his hands, arms, feet, legs, sides, head and eyes a dull throbbing pain. But her touch was gentle, her skin smooth, her lips plush and her mouth warm, sweet. Such sweet memories... No, Frances was not a Dominican by faith or nature, there was no conviction in him- his falling into the order was by a misfortunate happenstance. A Dominican monk had been at the medicine store dispensary when Fiona had gone to get Frances' prescriptions. The Dominican followed her to him and fell at his knees at the foot of the bed. "Salvation hath come to the Somme!" Then Dominicans flooded to him, pouring out praise and salutations it wasn't long before his ego was stroked into recognition of his own misfortune as something divine. Their miscreant view of him was an easy pill for him to swallow and before to much time he'd accepted the vows of the order and entered into the monastery. In exchange, they allowed him to practice his trade there. Soon, with "healing" abundance, word spread from village to town and to city, then to the Holy See. A visitation from the Vatican by three cardinals who made inquest of the "Blessed" Dominican brought more popularity to this icon, however, Frances was no saint, no monk, no real believer- by no means of his own hand had he elected himself to the order, nor to the position the church had put him in, for his defense that must be said, in accusation, he did nothing to prevent it either, moreover he relished the attention, but he had many doubts, fears, concerns... I know this for I am he. January 1821 They called my suffering a miracle and rejoiced in my agony surely it was no surprise that I grew biter. Arrogance is the fall of any man who is given what he did not own- that was me. Elated as I was in the beginning, being idolized by the church and no longer the shame of my family. But the marriage was short lived and I wore my welcome soon. It was decided that I should leave to the Americas and there help found an order in the floundering faithless democracy. Cardinal Palo was dispatched with me and pay notes worth 15,000 dollars in the United States. We were sent to Louisiana, an area ripe for revival and surly having no lack of sinners, heathens, and back-sliders. Also it was anticipated that language would not be an issue as I was French and the cardinal spoke Spanish as well as French. Cardinal Palo was a lascivious bastard. He had fallen into Dutch with the Arch Bishop of Gala and was, like me, in exile. Our suffrage was decreed for a term of ten years. After which, the mission we established might restore us to the parent daises with three times the amount of money- and with it we would be allowed to return, no sooner and with no less- such were the terms of our sad situation. "It is a money thing, Monk... all money." The cardinal pulled at his mustache and eyed me with a grin as he poured some brandy for us both. The small quarters of his room rolled and pitched with the ship and the sea. "I am good at increasing it, and with your freak show..." he winked, "Well you'll get the money in with the theatrics." he tossed the drink into his mouth and slammed the drink down wincing afterward. A sad prospect we were, two souls surely lost with no salvation. With irony I considered that we were to become guides for others, what a farce! I took the small glass, half filled with the brown base drink. "To theatrics then!" It took 2 gulps to get mine down. My throat stung and my face tingled, I felt warm. Palo eyed me as he poured us each another glass. "This America. It is a dangerous place." he saluted me with his glass and then downed it. I sipped mine, burning my mouth as I listened to him: " crime is rampant... and Europeans are hated, distrusted... but getting there, that is going to be a danger all to its own." he pulled out a paper from Madrid. I could not read Spanish, and my vision was already doubling so I gestured for him to continue: "Do tell." he poured me another drink and went on. "Pirating used to be of national interest..." I cut him off abruptly: "Oh come-on anything but pirates now!" but my joke fell on deaf ears and he continued. "... English and French verses each other or taking Spanish Galleons, The Dutch tradesmen and the American Privateers, but with the sequestering of slave trade and the currant treaties pirates have found their new fortunes banding together, even against their own nations- there is no honor or decency among these men." He turned the paper over and pointed at a small list of several vessels; "A Spanish Brig, A cutter from St. Agora de Cuba, A Dutch hybrid, and an American Schooner." He straitened the paper flat and folded it over tucking it away with his books. "All lost to the pirates, raped an pillaged, few of the crew and less of the passengers survived." "We should probably pray or something." I spoke with a slur. "Most certainly!" the cardinal laughed. He stared at me with sparkling eyes, as if he owned a secret: "Something." "I shall remember you in my benedictions tonight." It was time to go. I pushed off the table but could not stand and so slumped back to my seat. "That didn't go so well." the room began to spin. "Here let me help you." the cardinal said. He turned from a red blur into a fleshy one as he took my hands and led me to his bed. It was not a far distance really, I only had to lean over and I was in it. the next thing I knew was how cold I was. He had removed my brown robe and there on the bed, above his sheets, I lay naked, exposed. "You are very much like a woman Frances... do you know that?" "That's not really proper or polite now is it?" I was struggling to gather my thoughts. "On your stomach man." the cardinal insisted and I complied, propping my head up with my elbows and wondered where I was. Something felt good, something quite sensuous but I could not place it. His hands pulled my cheeks apart and he got behind me to lick my anus- that was what it was! what a fabulous sensation! It carried me back to when Fiona and I would lay together in the bed and kiss each other's bodies. What a wonderful woman she was... "Fiona" I whispered. The cardinal either did not hear me or ignored me all together. He continued to lick and stab at my anus with his tongue while his stash tickled my cheeks. He messaged my lower back with his ringed hand and gripped my hair, which was shoulder length, tugging it back to him. "This is going to hurt a little." he spit on his hand as I turned around to ask him what was going to hurt, and rubbed his erection with it, then spit on his hand again. He pushed his finger into my ass and lubricated me with it. I was drunk, maybe doped, and though I had never been with a man before, I knew what was coming next. "Here." he bade me to raise my hips to him and he put a pillow under me: "Relax... take it slow... easy." he said in a soothing tone. The ship rocked back and forth gently. He brought himself down on me as I came up. His head found my anus and with effort he pushed it in. I tried to relax my muscles, to allow entry with as little pain as necessary He gripped my hips and pushed harder, farther, deeper. Little by little his manhood sunk into me. I felt like I was being divided in two by a wedge. The discomfort felt like I was going to the bathroom, only in reverse. I hoped that I didn't have an accident, what a terrible misfortune that would have been! Finally his fury balls came to rest against mine. He was as far as he could go into me. Slowly he rocked back out of me and then in again about halfway out and all the way in again. "Oh you feel like a virgin!" Aristotle Palo said as he continued to thrust in and out of me. I felt the loose skin on his penis fold back and forth as he drove in and out of me. My sphincter constricted around him, squeezing him tight. I pushed back when it felt right to do so and reached behind him, taking hold of his ass with my right hand, pulling him to me and moaned. "You feel like a virgin, but you fuck like a whore!" he gasped, placing both his hands on my back and picking up the pace. (SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!) our bodies pounded together as I pushed back and he forward. The ship rolled on the sea and us in the bed. "You feel so good Frances, so good Francine!" he decided on the nickname and it stayed with me. "Fuck my dick Francine! fuck it!" I complied pushing back from the wall with my left hand. Off the pillow now, my balls and dick flopped around without purpose beneath us as he hammered into me and I jacked back at him. "Oh yes!" I caught myself gasping, wondering if this was how Fiona had felt when I had sex with her ass. She had cum from it, would I? Aristotle gripped me tight and I felt his dick swell inside me. His rhythm sputtered and he froze before continuing with long deep thrusts, erupting his hot semen deep inside my cavity. I had given up on coming myself, but when he began to shoot his load into me, with a little shame, I spurted pre-cum onto his pillow. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" he groaned as his dick fired off it's last into me. He gasped and got off me. "Sorry." I said pointing at the pillow as I too climbed off the bed. The room rolled and I took hold of the table to prevent my fall. "That is alright..." he said nonchalantly. The next day he came to my room. It was smaller than his but we didn't need much room for what he had in mind. As before we started with a few drinks before disrobing, this time however he used wax on me to remove what little body hair I had. "So smooth." he said after the painful procedure. He felt my ass and my legs. "Just like a woman's!" he marveled. This time I spit on my hand and readied my ass for him. "Oh you do have the soul of a slut." he grinned and mounted me quickly. In a few short moments he came to his peek and came, filling my ass with his hot goo. I took to rubbing my own balls as he fucked me and came full this time, soiling my bed as he came in me. We were both sweaty in my small room, but cuddled on the bed afterward for a while. The ship lulled and rolled with the sea, the lantern had gone out I imagine that in the darkness he pretended that I was a woman, perhaps a woman that he missed from home. We had been spooning, with his dick still in my ass, but I rolled over and stared at his shadow in the darkness, I put a hand to his chest as a woman might and whispered to him, "Tell me about her." He sucked in through his teeth. "She is French... like you... slender, brown hair and eyes, a simple country girl... she is... she will have my child while I am away." I remembered how Fiona used to treat me when I was down, and I could tell he was in such a state. So I took a hold of his weakening member with my left hand. I squeezed it and messaged his furry balls. "Oh..." he arched his back, freeing his cock for my access from the blankets he had pulled over us while we spooned. I rubbed his wet dick head and stroked his dick softly like Fiona did for me. But he had just cum... it would take more. I stooped over to his groin and with slight hesitation, having never done such a thing in my life, took his dick in my mouth. I caressed the base of it with my tongue and licked at the sides at first. I nibbled at his skin around his thighs and darted my tongue into the fur that surrounded his balls. "You definitely know what you are doing don't you Francine! oh you feel so good!" he ran his hand over my head, and guided my mouth to his dick. I did not resist but opened wide, taking him in. Sucking him in and out. My neck worked back and forth moving the dick about in my mouth as I sucked at it. It stiffened. (SLURP, SLURP, SLURP!) my sucking made a smacking noise. Too late I considered the fact that his dick had only just been in my ass- but there was no bad taste, I must have been clean or I was so nervous that I didn't realize it. Either way before I could even reconsider my actions he gripped my head firm and pushed his dick up into my face with quick ferocity. His dick scrapped the back of my throat as it began to cum. Hot shots flung down my gullet and I choked on it but swallowed it up, forcing it's nastiness down with equal eagerness to satisfy him. "Oh suck my dick you whore!" he laughed, "Oh yes!" one last spurt and he was finished. The saltiness of his semen stuck to my throat. I rolled his sweetness with my tongue, savoring the unique flavor- truly it was a first. When I swallowed what had remained in my mouth, it slipped down my throat and swam into my belly. There was a sick sensation, I had done wrong, and I knew it. Again we spooned, but not until we kissed. It was the first time that I kissed another man. I am sure he only did it to taste his own, but it was a strange sensation none the less. His mustache tickled my nose and his tongue was thick and rough. He pushed it into my mouth as if on a hunt for what remained of his juices. He found some there I am sure, there was so much of it. And we kissed for a while, then I tuned over and went to sleep in his arms. I awoke to the sensation of being entered again. Complying, I rolled on to my stomach and he assumed the dominant position behind me. Burring his cock into my ass and thrusting up and deep into me, we fucked quickly, passionately until he was done again. His member throbbed in me as it spilled out deep into my anal cavity. We were both sweaty and out of breath, and I was very tired by then. "I love you Francine." he gasped, before I drifted off to sleep. "Me too." I replied. I awoke in the morning to a knock at the door. He was not in bed with me, I was alone. I pulled the sheets about me and with groggy eyes, opened my cabin. In the hallway stood the Cardinal in his red robes. He had with him a small chest. I stood to the side and sheepishly let him in to my small room. "These are some things I would like for you to have." he said as he huffed and dropped the chest on to my bed. I closed the door and stepped around him for the room was very small. He opened it. Inside lay woman's things. A corset, two dresses, one that was of fine weave with bristled buttons and a buttress in the back as the fashion in Paris. It was a light blue with pink ruffles made of silk. The other was a more simple brown three piece dress. There was also a matching hat for the blue dress with a wide rim and a bill like front with a slight blue half veil. There was a pair of woman's knickers that were white and another, more for seduction that were exposed at the crotch and had garter belts for stockings, which were buried at the bottom. There was also perfume and some powder. "What is all this?" I asked in disbelief. He locked the door behind him. "Francine... I want you to be Francine now... for the rest of this journey... I will tell the boatswain that you are my mistress and the Monk disguise was a ruse... to sneak you with me in my exile... so we can be together." He took hold of my hands and looked down at me. In his eyes, I saw my expression... it was still shock. I wondered if he knew, however, just how exciting the prospect was for me. Secretly, privately, was this what I always wanted? How was it that Fiona and I never wed? Was it that I wanted to be her and not with her? "What say you?" he squeezed my hands. I could see that he had a temper, perhaps it was that which landed him in trouble and not only his lusts, unchecked by his charisma... he was handsome, dangerously so. I nodded. He smiled and released me. "Your French is already confusing them... in America the accent will be desirable itself..." he stroked his mustache. "I will be back, but before I go, let me help you with the corset it is a two person thing, until you find mastery of it." I slipped on the tightly fitting knickers with the opening in the crotch, snapping the garter belts to the hose before slipping on the front of the corset. it strapped down around my buttocks over the fancy underwear. The Cardinal then began pulling the strings taught to my back and lacing them. I exhaled as he did so, so that my waist would get snug. In the end my figure was even more feminine than before. The corset made me appear to have woman's hips and small breasts. He left as I chose which dress to dawn. "I will see you on the deck." he left. The blue dress was my choice but figuring out how to get the damn thing on was a trick. There were parts that overlay and parts that tied together. Parts that buttoned and parts that snapped. In the end I desired a great mirror to admire myself in, but there was none. I powdered my face and neck, pulled my hair back into a tail, allowing two locks to fall out at either side of my face. The perfume bottle was yellow gold with a hose and ball attachment for spray. I held it at a distance from me and squeezed the ball. Sweat, rich flower fragrance filled the air in a cloud landing its coolness on my exposed skin. It was the first time I had applied perfume to myself... there had been a lot of first times recently, but surprisingly the scent of the flowers was the one that really stood out to me. Then, I placed my hat on, tilting it as the fashion was to wear and pulled the veil down so that half of my face was covered and would be in the shade when I reached the deck. Nervous apprehension was my feelings. Butterflies fluttered about in my stomach. Would the crew believe I was a woman? Would he be pleased? Would he be disappointed? "Only one way to find out Francine." I told myself, enjoying my new persona- who knew at that time if it would last much more than five minutes more? Perhaps I would come to the deck and be laughed off the boat as a homosexual, or strung up on the mast for being a cross dresser? Who knew? Anything Butt Pirates! Ch. 01 The ships deck was a cluttered affair. and the narrow hallway, difficult to navigate. The dress was a good foot or so wider than the corridor, and when I emerged on to that God-awfully busy deck it was with a struggle. The Cardinal, near the port railing, and waiting for me, came to my side assisting me in a gentlemanly way up the last step. I took his hand and he kissed mine in a cordial greeting. "Both captain and ships master are happy for me..." he said. "We've been invited to dine at the captains' table- he'd like to hear our lovers tale- fortunately for you he does not speak French and I have told him that you do not speak English." I was very excited. From beneath my veil I confirmed what I felt, that all eyes were on me. We walked to the edge of the deck. The ocean rolled on around us in infinite direction. "How long is this journey to take?" I asked, noticing the femininity I peppered my speech with now. It was an easy step, with the corsets' assistance. "Another week love." he said squeezing my shoulder and pulling me close as a crewman walked passed. they seem to find all sorts of things that needed to be done around us, wherever we went to at the deck, something near us needed to be done. The crew was made of Blacks, Mulattos, Spaniards and some English. I noticed one very tall Black fellow that would not take his eyes off of me. It made Aristotle Palo a little uneasy when I pointed it out to him. "Let us retire before we dine..." he said granting the crew a nod. "Master Cardinal..." the boatswain, also a Black, came up to us quickly. "The Captain was hoping that this afternoon you might lead the crew in a mass. Many would be comforted by a communion before we enter the pirate lanes." "Please." The cardinal held me close. He relished the role of the defender. "Please except my apologies lady." the boatswain bowed his head to me. I nodded and politely smiled at him, keeping the ruse that I understood no English. He took me down to his cabin. Once the door was shut behind us he pulled me to him and removed my hat, planting his face against mine, mouth to mouth. His tongue entered forcibly despite my allowing it in. It searched the reaches of my mouth and twisted itself around my tongue. I felt weak in his arms. Stroking his back as he kissed me so. "You are so beautiful Francine, so beautiful!" he kissed my neck on one side and then the next. I spun around in his arms and lifted up the buttress so that my ass was exposed to him. He continued to suck on my neck from behind as I reached into his red robes and fished out his lengthening, hardening member. "Oh yes... take it in your hands." he kissed my neck beneath my ear and held me close, continuing to suck on my skin until it bruised. I stroked his dick behind me until it was hard then spit on my hand, lubricating my anus and guided him to me. Exhaling, and grasping him firmly I pushed back on to him while steering him in and holding the buttress to the side and up as I did so. I didn't know how women did the act so quickly and so liberally, it was truly a difficult thing. He grunted and pushed me forward to his bed, but I was still standing as his dick entered me. "Oh this is... good." he said. He thrust forward and I back. "Oh yes." I gasped, womanly grabbing at my chest and pushing back on him full so that my cheeks rested against his hips. I bent over to allow further entry into me. He gripped the top of my dress and thrust in and out. His balls slapped against mine as he continued to fuck in this manner. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) as my ass lubricated for him and his pre-cum sputtered out we made a squishy noise as well as the slapping, moaning and groaning. "Oh fuck my ass!" I gritted my teeth and reached for his bed to stabilize me as the room swayed, and we forcibly fucked. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP! SLOP! SLOP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP! SLOP! SLOP!) The Cardinal could not hold out for long. The perfume, the powder, my clothes... "Oh you are still so tight... and still so much the whore, the harlot!" he grunted and came. Hot goo shot up into my ass and filled me instantly. I squeezed my anus together so that it wouldn't roll out when he removed himself from me. My dress dropped back into place and I turned to face my man. His dick still exposed and a little shiny. "Here..." I said removing my dress from my way and going down on my knees. "Oh yes Francine... you know what I like don't you? You dirty little slut." he gasped. Holding my hair from my face as I took his ebbing erection into my mouth. I could taste my ass on him but it wasn't as bad as I had imagined it to be. It was a little tangy and sweet. I slurped his dick in and squeezed it with my tongue as I groped his balls with my free hand. Before long he was hard again. I played with my tongue at his head and sides then jerked him off and sucked him, popping his head in and out of my mouth, rolling my head back and forth giving him every sensation I could remember Fiona giving me. "Oh you sultry whore." he grabbed my head and forced his dick deep into my throat, jacking himself back and forth as if he were fucking my face. "Take it all slut, take it all whore!" he grunted and gasped and leaned on the wall as he continued to fuck my mouth. I could feel his dick grow and throb he was ready to cum, again. Without warning I withdrew my mouth from him, and looking up at him, jacked him off. "What are you?!" he looked down at me, "Ohm! Oh Uh Yes!" His dick was an inch from my face when, small pinhole hovering over my nose, aimed at my eyes. White hot cum sprayed from it falling like rain on my face. It's hot goo splashing my neck, my tongue as I thrust it out for some and into my mouth as I opened it, welcoming the white hot rain with relish. I kept my eyes on him and saw his deep appreciation for my degradation. In my defilement I felt dirty and alive. When his dick ceased spurting I took it again into my mouth and cleaned it off. He pulled me up to him and kissed me before I could swallow all of it. But I knew that was what he wanted so I left some in my mouth for him anyway. I pulled at my dress, straitening it as he licked his cum from my neck and face and brought it to my mouth. We kissed and he spit it back into me, I swallowed what he gave me and kissed him. "You are more than a fine piece of ass Francine." he said at last letting me go. "I need to attend to myself." I gestured to the mess that I had become, "Before we dine with the captain." "Toilet here, I will fetch your things." The cardinal said before he left. He had a mirror and I couldn't resist. What I saw wasn't me, at least not the me I knew. It took close observation to find Frances and when I did I looked away. I stripped before the mirror and made painful use of the toilet basin. My ass was sore from all the sex, and the stool loose quick and messy. It required immediate clean up with the wash basin. His room had a dump port which I used to remove the refuse and I washed again, giving careful attention to my backside and ass. The wax had removed the hairs, and my skin was smooth- easy to clean. In the end I checked my freshness and was pleased. Applying soap to my fingers I lubricated my anus with them again, the tender sensations filling me with more than a little guilt. When I noticed my erection in the mirror I had the strongest urge to masturbate but part of me became stronger than my direct base need, it was the part that wanted me to cum while I was getting fucked- that I thought would be the ultimate completion... I knew the excitement of another good fuck might just cause me to cum outright, and that was what I was in want of. As I lathered again, wiped and dried my body I considered sex terminologies: cootie, pooch or a hooch... I considered them as I rubbed my hands over my soft skin and swollen anus. "My cootie." part of me feared that I would descend farther than the good Aristotle was willing to go. I didn't want to loose him, no I would let him lead me. However, he did enjoy the cum bath that he gave me- maybe he was darker than I thought? His room had two lanterns, one was sufficient to light it the other I used to clean the air. Then I put on the clothes I had been wearing, again. Starting with the corset. It was a tricky thing to do by myself, but I achieved it by putting it on backwards and spinning it around before I gave the final tightening tugs. The underwear opened in the crotch was next, with the garter belts and stockings and then the fine blue dress with all of it's layers flaps and high snapping collar. When he returned, with my trunk, from it I grabbed the perfume and powder. He smiled at me from the door and one could tell was considering sex again, but decided on the dinner with the captain first, out of courtesy for myself to be sure. The officer's mess was small but pleasant. I came from no high to do so it appeared all very formal and proper to me and I acted accordingly- the Cardinal was certainly of higher breeding than I and was much more comfortable in the apparent luxuries represented there. The silver wear, the fine linen and china plates, the waiter, dressed in white. Pleasantries were shared and the food brought in. The captain, and the other officers were polite to me but spoke mostly with the Cardinal. Aristotle was correct, none spoke French and they assumed I spoke no other language. They watched me however, each one of them, and I wondered nervously if they knew. It wasn't until half way through the mean when I realized that the looks they had for me were of lust. A bold officer from across the table "Accidentally" bumped his foot against mine, then rubbed my leg gently with his leg. His eyes searched me out and I blushed. The cardinal told them that my largest complaint to him was that I had no proper shoes to where since I had to leave all that I owned behind me in such a hurry. It was a good cover, I hadn't thought about my shoe wear... In the future I knew I had to do better. It was the officer who had been plying "foots" with me's turn to blush and he looked away. After the dinner, in route to our room, we embraced in the corridor, kissing feverishly. I rubbed my legs up on his side and pressed my body next to his. He grabbed hold of my left arm and pinned me around to the wall, away from him and lifted the dress out of the way, pressing his hard cock against my ready anus. I adjusted my stance and it slipped in quickly. I gasped with the sudden sensation of being filled by his throbbing cock. He groaned and pushed me against the wall more as he began humping my ass. I gripped my corset at my chest as if there were breasts there to squeeze and he took hold of my hips, bending me over there in the hallway just short of our door. Crewmen who would of passed us, stopped and retreated in the darkness after a brief show of our displaying passion. "Take it you whore." the Cardinal sputtered, his balls slapped against me under the dress which covered our exposed sexes. "Fuck me! Yes!" I cooed in French. He gripped my hair and slapped his hips against mine as he bucked my ass. We groaned and grunted as we coupled in the hallway. At last he came, with plenty, filling my ass with his hot seed. My body trembled and my legs went limp, only his arms about me and dick deep inside me, like a hook, kept me from falling to the floor. "Oh that was good." I said gasping in French. He pulled my hair back and kissed my neck from behind me before letting loose my dress and stepping off, slipped his dick out of me. "You are a fantastic fuck." he confessed, gathering his breath and composure, he tucked his dick back into his trousers. Later that night, in bed, I took him in my mouth and sucked him for a long while. He reclined with a hand on my head. Slowly gyrating his hips as I sucked down my own saliva and his pre-cum. The ship rocked slowly back and forth. The wood creaked, that water splashed and eventually, his breathing began to shorten up- and then he came. The salty spray played on my tongue and tickled my throat as it built up, mixing in my mouth with my own mucus which accumulated over the long, slow blow that I was delivering. I forced it all down in a swallow and licked his head clean then traced up the stem to his groin, kissing his curly hairs. Rolling my tongue over his stomach, I nibbled on his chest as I made my way to his neck. We embraced with a passionate kiss before I snuggled in his arms and quickly fell to sleep. All would be Alright. Surely, together we could make the best of this exile, and who knew, maybe never return to the Church. But we were not to be, and the next day was only the forbearing of more badness to come. The following day sails were sighted to the southern stern of our ship. They were full waxed canvas and gaining. The Ships' master told Aristotle that unless something happened short of a miracle, they would over take us within two days. "They could be pirates... they must be." Aristotle warned me that night. "Oh anything but pirates!" countered I, but in precaution I took to the task of sewing our bank notes inside of the mundane dress I hadn't yet warn. I didn't finish that night as he could only bear to watch me sit there and sew for so long before he had to have me. I am by no means bragging, what man would- but that was how our love became, like a shooting star so quick, so bright burning hot and then nothing, but darkness and oblivion. On the deck, the captain ordered every canvas set and cargo that could be lost was sent overboard, however, the ship continued to gain on us. "I don't want you up on the deck." Aristotle told me as we embraced at the bow deck, looking back at the ship that had grown from a speck to a spot and by sunset, the size of my extended thumb- despite our crews best efforts. The captain asked Cardinal Aristotle Palo to conduct a night vigil so that maybe God would bless us and we might escape the would-be pirates. What the crew did not know was that God had already abandoned us to our doom. Each to his own. I decided that my presence at the mass would convolute his purposes so I retired early to the room, waxed, bathed and tried to relax in the wonderfully soft women's underclothes for what might very well be the last time in my life. After I had applied a little powder and a little perfume I realized someone was watching me, from the hallway. The door was cracked opened and I saw a pair of eyes! "Who is there?" In better English than I should have let on. It was the Boatswain, the large tall black fellow from the deck. He opened the door and stepped in, his hat held by both hands over his chest as if he'd been caught in error. "It's me ma'am." I leaned back, staring up at him, remembering only then that a good woman should be ashamed to be caught so- undressed. I feigned a temper and covered my chest which was already turned away from him mostly. He had a gentleman's view of my backside as I sat on the bed and my shoulders and from the mirror might see how flat chested I was, but at least my groin was covered by the long soft underpants. "What do you want?" I reached for and found one of Aristotle's shirts and pulled it over like a long night shirt. He fretted with his hat. "Well ma'am, the pirates they are getting closer, soon we'll be caught... maybe dead." "Then now is a time for prayer..." He shrugged, "I ain't never been with a white woman and tomorrow I could be dead." "Let me let you in on a little secret Boatswain... you won't be with a white woman either." Now I was letting out too much English for my own good, but I was fired up. Surprisingly, I found myself neither threatened nor angry, and slightly empowered by his indecent proposition. Had I now the power over this man that Fiona had, had over me? He closed the door and slid the lock bar behind him: "I could take you miss, no one will hear... they are in mass, on the deck." A slight panic jumped from my heart, if I let him have his way he could discover my secret then I could be killed before the pirates even took the boat. "Wait." I raised up my hands to stop his advance, "It doesn't have to be like that..." I reached over for him and took hold of his groin, pulling him towards me. The Boatswain dropped his hat on te floor and stepped before me. My head was level with his hips when I untied his trousers and released his giant manhood. The only penises I had seen in my life were mine and Aristotle's, really, I had seen drawings of them for medical studies and I had seen some in art statues but real living ones, only two and neither compared to the massive dark purple headed monstrosity that hung heavy in my hands at that moment. My fingers barely reached around it. "Oh my God!" "Do you like it ma'am... see my balls?" I peeked under his cock and took hold of his heavy globes with my other hand. They were weighty; like grapefruits. "It's so big!" I confessed, "It won't fit in me." "We can try ma'am, we can try." I pulled his cock up to my mouth and began to lick it. The outside, the long shaft, the purple head, it's veins pulsed and it grew harder and longer and thicker. Eventually I tried to get it into my mouth but the entire thing would not fit. I could get the head and then lick and lap the sides or the balls but I could not deep throat it as I had Aristotle's. I continued to suck him and give him pleasure for as long as I could until he begged me to fuck him and I knew I had to because could never get him to cum that way. I jerked at his dick and looked up at him sensually, batting my eyes bellow his cock and taking his head in my mouth just before I spoke: "It is a bad time for me Boatswain... from a woman's point of view... do you know what I mean?" He nodded that he knew, "The bleeding." "But I want to satisfy you as best I can..." I sucked his head some more, getting spit on it and making it shine. I smeared my saliva over his black skin and bade him lay on the bed. He did so quickly and I took his dick in my mouth again getting it as wet as I could. Then I spit in my hand and pulled at my under pants, sticking my fingers into my anus and lubricating me that was as I climbed on top of him, on top of the bed. My soft underpants had strings in the back which I loosened up for this venture, allowing his hard cock to slide into my ass without exposing my own poorly sized penis and balls to him. I balanced my squat with a hand to his black curly haired chest and another to his heavy shaft as I guided it up into my ass. Painfully slow was my descent. I had to focus and relax, exhale, focus and relax, and each time was rewarded with the piercing pain of his significant purple head and long black cock sliding further and further up into me. I adjusted my legs and pulled at my ass cheeks to get more extension and finally I sunk on him with the bellowing sensation of his massive manhood thrusting me in two. Once all the way down, so that my anus ring rested on his curly pubs and his balls were beneath me. I leaned forward, this gave me a new sensation as his dick pushed on parts in my anal cavity that had not ever been touched before. And I began to ride him up and down, slowly, painfully so back and forth, up and down. I used my legs to move me and my hips to thrust. Eventually he began to moan too and he gripped my hips as he worked himself up with more and more confidence. Our bodies worked together as we fucked on the bed, back and forth, up and down, grinding. "Oh you feel so good, your skin is so soft, you're so pretty my princess!" he called me. "Oh yes, fuck me." I said, trying out some of the new terminology on him, I added: "Fuck my cootie." He said nothing, but complied, thrusting his massive cock up into me, slapping his body against mine. Anything Butt Pirates! Ch. 01 When we changed positions, I was careful not to let him out not all together sure how painful his reentry would be. I rotated to all fours, impaled as I was, on the end of his dick. He easily took to his knees behind me and I sunk my face into the pillow, preparing to bight down as he gripped my ass and began to fuck my ass with the sole determination to cum. Under the underclothes my balls and penis flopped around. His massive assault on my ass, I felt, would leave me rimless. He pulled at my hair and forced his dick into me deeper, harder, and faster. (SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP! SLAP, SLAP!) Then with sudden ferocity, he came up inside my ass. It went off like a hose shooting hot sticky goo way up deep inside of me. I felt like it exploded. "Oh fuck yes, oh yes!" I cooed feeling an odd sensation in my own genitalia, but unsure what it was until my spray became obvious to me. Until then I had only the pre-cum experience with Aristotle, now with the flush and warmth of having cum without touching myself I wasn't sure if I ever wanted anything else ever again. He stroked his dick a few more times in and out of my ass before withdrawing and sitting back on the bed. "Oh ma'am! You felt so good, thank you I can die now I can die in piece!" he gasped for air. "Not so soon." I adjusted the underpants to fit, cinching up the strings after I gave my ass a quick check with my fingers, swollen, but not dirty and most of the cum was still up inside, I pinched my muscles and tried to keep it there while shifting to the floor before him. "What are you going to do?" he asked. I said nothing but quickly took his dick in my mouth. Pushing the head in and sucking at the sides, then slowly relaxing my throat muscles and as his dick continued to soften now, I slid it further and further back until I was further than I had ever been and he looked down at me in amazement. I fondled his balls and played at the bottom of his long dick with my tongue until it began to thicken in my throat. I had to back out before it got stuck but by then he was really aroused. I cleaned off the outsides which weren't that bad, only a little bit of blood and darker stuff which really didn't show due to his natural skin color. I used one hand to jerk him off while the other massaged his balls and legs. His dick head I kept in my mouth and sucked it, licked it nibbled it until finally he grunted a warning. On hearing he would cum, I didn't let up but forced his dick as far into my mouth as it could go and then jerked him off until he came. He gripped my head with both his hands and squealed with delight as load after load of hot sticky goo shot into my throat. Had I not began immediately to swallow it surely I would have drowned or vomited, there was simply so much cum! In the end, some had dribbled down my chin and a splash had hit my nose but I licked his dick clean again and sat back looking up at the more than satisfied man. "I can feel your sperm swimming around in my stomach!" I laughed, "There was so much of it, it was a meal!" He laughed too and gathered his breath: "I have to get back to the deck now... thank you ma'am... thank you for making my dreams come true." he stood up and helped me to my feet, which were still numb from the solid fucking I had received from him. "I hope I was no disappointment." I said sheepishly. "Please... this was a dream come true." he leaned over and kissed my cheek, "You should clean up before your man comes back." with that he was gone. I gathered the cum from my face with a finger and licked it. He tasted slightly less salty that Aristotle, but not as sweet. I investigated my pants in the front where I had suffered my autoerotism and came. My own juices covered the inside of my pants. I rubbed it around to help it dry, smearing my cum on my skin then added more powder and perfume I considered getting dressed and meeting Aristotle on the deck, but I really didn't want to. My legs were numb from the terrible fucking my ass received and guilt made me desire to avoid the Cardinal. Eventually, I fell to sleep. I partially awoke to the Cardinal untying the back of my underpants. "You are wearing my shirt." he whispered into my ear, climbing up behind me. "That really turns me on." with one hand he tugged down on my silky pants and with the other, balanced himself. In the mirror I could see he still wore his mass robes. The horny devil! It wasn't long before he'd shoved his cock with surprising ease up into my already stretched ass and was quick to the motion of a good solid fuck. I gripped the pillow as his balls slapped against me. He grimaced and came quickly. Then collapsed on my back with his dick still in me. Before long he was fucking me again. This time I played back at him moving my ass and squeezing on his dick with my muscles until he came again. His cum filled me up and spilled out, mixing with my own dried cum from when the boatswain had so viscously fucked me. "Oh yes... you fuck me good papa." With my words, he griped my ass and push his ebbing member in and out of me until it began to harden again. I laughed, "Can you really go again?" "It could be our last." he gasped, working his dick in and out of my ass until it stiffened as before, eventually coming spilling more hot goo out of my cavity to make room for more. The boat rocked and leaned as we caught some gusts and the deck crews set about there work to make the best of it. Their shouts and footfalls danced around my head as I drifted back to sleep. The next day, Hell came. Aristotle didn't want me on the deck but I told him I had to see what was going on. The boatswain agreed with me that no place on the ship was really safe. Our pursuer was only a few boat lengths behind us by daybreak. It was an older Spanish ship; "The Serio" which had been captured by the English in 1805. The Cardinal told me that it was lost to pirates and most assuredly that is who these brigands were who followed us. English Pirates!" Nothing was more cruel, heartless, fowl. Beasts! I thought, gritting my teeth: "Anything but pirates!" There was an explosive boom, a roar and a whistle then a loud splash- my heart leaped and ocean spray caught us. A cannon fired at us, falling short by a few feet. The splash sent water up onto the deck. "Eighteen pounds!" shouted the boatswain from the aft deck. The captain gripped some lines, "They have twenty-four pound guns too, over seventy in all if I recall." I gulped. "How many do we have?" I asked Aristotle quietly. "Four... counting the two swivels." he pointed to the mini canons mounted on the railings, one on either side of the ship. It was going to be bad, I just knew it. Desperately frightened, I visibly shook. Aristotle took me to the front of the ship. "Listen... I may not get to say this later on, but... you have made my last days wonderful and if a deceitful, lascivious cur like myself, with a black heart such as I have could ever love, then truly I have loved you." I laughed, but I felt warm and tingly. I was still frightened, at least I was not alone. No words could form on my tongue and I felt a heavy guilt for my indiscretion with the boatswain. Not for the butt-fuck for that was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not, but for the oral sex that followed. I imagined the Black fellows cum turning to spoil in my stomach. We embraced and with my trembling lips I kissed him for the last time. There was another flash of light, from The Serio and a "BOOM" sounded, my heart nearly failed me. I went limp into Aristotle's arms, perhaps as a Lady should, but for the moment he fit the role well, of a chivalrous defender. I gathered myself together at the railing, fixed at the sight of our attackers as they heaved to us. Their deck was filled with every sort of mongrel, cussing and waving sword and pistol. Of our hands, the crew stood ready- as ready as they could be. Weapons in hand and shot loaded for a rally from both gun and swivel on the port side, where the attackers ship was. Accordingly our captain yielded, loosing the sails for a pause with respect to the pirates wishes. "If they want us now they can sink us with their guns anyhow!" The pirates I reasoned had two purposes that they did not blast us outright. Shot and cannon were costly and for sure they wanted to loot us. "But few are taking money to the Americas." The Cardinal had said. "The days of empire draw to a close my lover... less come away with money these days." I replied, still holding to his chest as we watched, eyes fixed on the wild rabble that antagonized us. A group of filthy murderers swarmed onto a Jolly boat and broke away from the ship. They paddled through the moderate sea towards us and when they reached half way. The Captain ordered the crew to fire and with both swivel and cannon, accompanied by pot shots from our deck hands, the small Jolly went down with it's hands. The deck roared with a cheer. The Pirates replied with a jeer and another boat was lowered. Filled with scallywags, they fired their small arms at us as they approached. Again the captain ordered the crew to fire but this time the cannon missed and the swivel had little effect. From the deck the crew maybe pinched three of the pirates with their small arms but immediately afterward the little Jolly rode a down wave and they were upon us, leaping over the sides like wolves and cutting through the brave men like so much as a reaper does the wheat. The Boatswain fell with a head wound before the pirates took the deck. It was a shame for I knew he would have given a stout resistance. It wasn't long before the deck was seized and another jolly was lowered into the sea. By then I was too busy in my own affairs to see what the Pirate ship itself was doing. The Cardinal defended me bravely, he slapped one fellow across the face with such a force as to send him to the deck. Then, with his sward he attacked the mob but only to be disarmed and taken by the more experience fighters among them. I backed away to the railing and they gathered around me. As I considered to leap into the sea and be done with it, done with everything they pounced striking me on the head and drawing blood from me. Truly they could not have known I was not a woman and it was no way to treat a lady. They dragged me to my feet and tied me to the port railing, binding my wrists to the pole. The crew had surrendered and put down their arms, of the thirty or so only twelve remained alive as more Pirates flood the decks in search of loot. The captain they dragged to the center deck and demanded from him where the money was. One particularly cruel looking monster of a man appeared to be the leader. He had come over in the first jolly to make the crossing and i reckoned it was his shot that took out the Black. He seemed the most capable and at the same stroke, most vile among them- even they noticeable feared him. In short moments I was to learn why. Aristotle was tied to the mast along with two other crewmen and the captain was dragged to the center of the crowded deck. The ruthless looking man with wild black hair and foppish attire shouted at him in a French lilted Spanish and then English. "Where's the money?" he kicked him "Where's it man? Tell me and I kill you only the rest may go!" As a good captain, charged with boat, cargo and crew, he resisted the beating as humanly possible. Rather vexed, the ruthless man who I knew then by "Ruby-Red" though how he came to that name I could not guess as he wore all black and his hair and eyes too were black, nailed the captains hands to the deck. Seeing it happen made my palms sweat, I knew the pain, I too knew how that felt. It had been a long time since the stigmata and I hoped that such visualization of it wouldn't prompt its' return. In a manor I looked forward to being slain right there, afterward- just to know I would not have to suffer that illness again would be good enough for me to let go of this world. Ruby-Red asked the captain one more time and without waiting for the captain's reply he hacked off the man's forearms with a cleaver. The captain sobbed out his secrets. Ruby-Red sent his mongrel's to get the loot as he made short work of the poor doomed fellow. He lobbed off his feet too then set fire to his bleeding stump. In the night, I still hear his screams. The Cardinal was next, poor Aristotle. I couldn't watch. I know he was castrated, like the other men that followed, chopped into pieces and burned on the fire, which was to consume the entire ship. When my turn came, I did not resist. What could I do? And after seeing and hearing such horrors what was life? But the men began to argue over me. Each wanting to rape me first. Ruby-Red, ever their wise captain, ordered me cut in two so I could be shared among them. A one eyed man leapt forward to do the deed and ran a knife from my belly up to my neck. He must not have taken into account that I had underclothes on, to the least a corset which blocked his blade- or perhaps it was his lack of depth perception at that moment which spared my life but either way, my dress was cut open and all of the money fluttered about in a cloud. The crew, horny at seeing a woman in silk underpants and a corset, was overcome with greed at sight of the money and quickly broke into a frenzied skirmish as sharks may with the scent of blood. In the confusion, I made my escape. My hands had been unbound by one of the pirates who wanted to rape me before thee other's could kill me but he lost interest in me and dove for the money when he saw it. Meanwhile I ran down into the hull of the ship. The fire burned on the deck and smoke began to pour down below as the rafters took to flame but I didn't care- I just wanted to get away from those fellows as quickly as I might. I found myself at the rear of the ship, in the captains cabin. It had been ransacked but a pistol still sat on the table. It was loaded. "What fortune!" It was a double barrel! I could shoot one pirate and then off myself before the others took hold of me, if it came to it. I readied myself there, wedging a table at the door and taking a far stance in the room. As I waited my hands grew sweaty, and my palms began to itch. "No not now!" I cursed. "Not now!" How cruel could God be? How wicked! To curse me with this now? Pain shot through my head. At the moment the door was pushed opened, my stigmata returned. I dropped the gun, and fell to the floor. They must have assumed I feinted, and when they saw the blood, that maybe I had slit my wrists. But for some reason unknown to myself or the pirate crew that entered the cabin, when asked later, they investigated my wounds and delivered me back to their ship unmolested. When I woke up, my wounds were poorly dressed and I was in the captain's cabin of that old Spanish ship, "The Serio".