0 comments/ 2115 views/ 7 favorites Pirate on the High Seas By: spitzharder The westerly winds had been blowing steadily for the last three days as the old barque stood out to round the headland, the casual eye would not notice her stained sails were in fact quite new and only the briefest glimpse of copper showed that she had been careened recently. Salt stained timbers gave the ship a tired and dilapidated air, though the crew jumped smartly to the sheets to haul the yards around, holding the ship to her course to enter the sheltered bay. Hands were ordered aloft to trim sail, bringing the way off her as the water shallowed, a hard eyed helmsman eyed the distance to the nearing shore awaiting instructions. "Helm alee, Drop anchor," ordered the captain, 'Bell' Drover. The instruction was shouted to a couple of hands in the eyes of the ship, who promptly cast off the anchor lashings and lifted the capstan ratchet, allowing the heavy wood and iron anchor to splash overboard, the cable played out until the anchor hit the seabed. The cable slowed as the anchor dragged, the capstan ratchet was dropped once more and the ship then hove to, answering to its anchor lodged in the seabed. This motley crew had handled her perfectly, thought the 25 year old captain, this exalted position was the result of a vote, subsequent to quick wits and a lot of luck. This last was predominant when dealing with 18th century seamen and cut throat pirates to boot. Drover, as navigator, had directed their ship away as they were about to board a 'merchant vessel' an action which saved most of the crew as the 'victim' lifted her camouflaged gun ports and ran out 30 cannon. Ordering Reno to ring the ships bell, to warn all hands of danger they had sheered off, suffering little damage. On retelling the events, Reno had said that it was the navigator that had rung the bell and initiated the nickname 'Bell', knowing of a secret held by the young captain he was happy to establish that name in the crew's mind. Even though most had escaped, a volley of musket fire from the merchantman's tops killed their previous captain, 'Flogger' Harris, killing and wounding many others gathered on the small raised poop. The helmsman had died at his station and yet again 'Bell' responded, thrusting the dead body into the gap between the deck and the spinning spokes of the huge, heavy wheel. Such action, though pummelling the dead man until the wheel had lodged fast, prevented the ship from returning to it's previous course wherein lay only death and destruction. They were lucky to have escaped with a butcher bill of three killed and four injured in the ragged fusillade. Captain Drover was not one to be drawn into a discussion of tactics or indeed general conversation, other than with the large, dark, ex Jamaican slave, Reno. Now it was he, as first mate, who bellowed the captain's orders. The slightly built captain had been a newly appointed navigator only weeks before, a quiet, thoughtful loner, who approached logistical problems with ease, displaying seamanship skills sufficient to keep the small barque safe as they plundered their way around the Caribbean. After a hard run South and gaining safe anchor, the men were tired, the sun was dropping lower in the sky. The wooden hull of the 10 gun barque, 'Harrier,' rocked in the heavy swell, sounds carried from the ship as a weary crew ate their supper, some sang a shanty, winding down from the day's toil. The captain had waited until supper had been cleared before locking the door and stripping to wash. First the long sleeved broadcloth shirt was removed, distinctive because of the two large patch pockets on the chest. These held thin square silver cases, one a mirror, the other serried ranks of fine flints. A boarder needed good working pistols in each hand before the close quarters work with cutlasses. The obviously masculine bulge in the narrow breeches was flattened as the tight waistband was drawn over it, only to spring out as the restraint was removed following the further downward progress of the breeches as they joined the stained shirt on the floor. The captain's cock swung with the act of throwing down the clothes, firm breasts also swung briefly, medium sized, they sat jauntily high on her chest, relieved of their hard silver coverings. A girl with a cock, not the obvious place to be, with a crew that would fuck anything that they could find. The rough baggy clothes had disguised her slim shapely body but it was Reno who instinctively protected her and with good reason. She had argued with the previous captain against flogging the big, dark man when he broke up a fight, not having taken part, as the captain had previously thought. It seemed he too had a secret, whilst on the plantation he formed a close friendship with the master's young daughter, the strong man could have her ride on his shoulders as he worked but more often they played chase together. One day when running, she stumbled and he picked her up, her dress rode up the slim youngster's body, revealing she had not bothered to wear knickers on such a hot day. Not that Reno would have noticed from his perspective but the master had seen the incident, and, outraged at the flaunting of her sex. had ordered Reno's cock and balls to be removed, just a small stub of his once huge cock remained, in order to piss. His secretive passing of water had the same furtive nature as Drover's privacy when naked. Once, when drunk, they had each confided their problems, she had told him that at birth her cock protruded quite distinctly from above the small split of a vagina like orifice, thought by those present to be a deformed urethra, her breasts were also puffy. She was deemed to be a girl and given the name Belle, it was for that reason Reno had contrived that the crew called her by her true name. She washed, standing naked in the small cabin as the hard soapy water sluiced over soft bouncing curves, cascading down long shapely legs to wet the deck. In the hot evening it didn't take long for the water to evaporate from her body, her nipples hardened as they cooled, her cock rose slightly in response to new found freedom and the tingling in her nipples. Her hand found its way to her shaft, easing back the foreskin, revealing the bulbous head and the groove of her glans, her other hand drifted to her breast stroking a nipple, swirling around the areole hardening the whole rose pink peak. Moving on, she proceeded to stir sensation in her other breast, whilst her right hand continued rhythmically stroking back and forth. The cool air on her naked body was inflaming the feelings she was stirring in herself. Licking her hand she spread the cool saliva on the head of her cock, lubricating the sliding foreskin as she masturbated. Standing in the last dying glow of the sun shining through the stern windows, her body was bathed in an orange glow, every sculpted curve was exquisite. Her breasts jutting proudly forward, heavy globes pushing full pert nipples into the cooling air, her cock thrusting out from a taut belly and her delicious ass curved full and firm above smooth thighs. Her head went back, the sexual feeling sweeping over her was taking her to the brink, faster now she wanked, trembling knees bent, her climax approaching. A growing sensation as she ascended toward the peak of her orgasm, her whole body shaking as her trembling thighs pivoted her hips forward, thrusting out lewdly with a solid cock, until, suddenly she came. Long ropey strands of cum jetted from her cock to fall twisting onto the bare chart table, her body jerked with the spasms of ejaculation. Finally she stood panting, body covered in sweat, breasts heaving, looking through the damp hair plastered to her face, as her dick lowered, dripping. Taking up the soap once more she started over with her ablutions until they were cut short by the rattling of the handle and a knocking at the door. Reno stood outside, calling to her, "There's trouble with the crew, Mathews and Carey are fighting." Normally she wouldn't bother with it but something in his voice suggested that she should. Hurriedly she threw on fresh clothes and strode barefoot to the crews quarters, it seems there was rivalry for the position of second mate and the issue was being settled with fists and knives. The first ever true democracy was aboard pirate ships, where each man was already under sentence of death so had an equal voice in every venture. Each position, even that of captain, was down to a show of hands. Fights to establish the 'credentials' of candidates were common but could lead to bloodshed amongst rival factions, she already had a seriously depleted crew. Belle pulled apart the trouble makers and asked for a vote there and then. The overwhelming majority for Mathews settled the row but she had them vote for chief gunner, knowing Carey would be voted in and was the best for the job anyway. The crew grumbled as they settled down but the altercation was quickly sorted. Walking thoughtfully, barefoot, back to her now lighted cabin, she saw a naked Reno, his trousers around his ankles rubbing the small stub of his penis and starting to lick the messy chart table she had left covered in cum. He looked up, startled, the joy on his face fading as the implication sunk in, "Sorry Belle, he said using her first name correctly, "I was imagining you naked, wanking and cumming and, well, I was overwhelmed." He hung his head in shame, his dark body glistening with the sheen of sexual passion as he had licked at her ejaculation. She gazed at the tiny piss tube, "Do you get any feeling from it at all?" "I do get a nice feeling but obviously I can't cum." he shook his head, "I'm sorry, you should flog me for insubordination." He turned showing the livid scars on his back but also the smooth dark cheeks of his ass, dark velvet globes above sturdy thighs, the crease of his ass appearing a darker hue. She gazed upon his body, it only served to inflame her passion, she turned back to the door and locked it. "I've never have thanked you for looking after me so well, perhaps I should let you see, just this once, what you should be wanking over." She removed her fresh shirt and stepped out of clean breeches, there by the door, in the gloom, the single lamp gave tantalising glimpses of parts of her body as it swung in the gimbals rocking with the ship. Here a full breast, there the curve of her ass, a brief view of her cock, Reno was rubbing his tiny appendage whilst he gazed avidly upon the vision in front of him. Her naked body moving to the rhythm of the sea, while dark animated shadows shifted on the wooden bulkhead behind her. A jigsaw after image, her softly lit body with sculpted thighs, jutting breasts and a large cock was all too much for him. Eyes still on Belle, he knelt to suck at the tasty nectar she had left on the table as he masturbated harder, to suddenly halt, breathing heavily and drooling her cum from slack lips, the peak of his sexual feelings finally reached. "I am your unworthy servant," he mumbled, through sticky lips. "You are no more my servant than anyone else who serves me as captain but I wanted to show my thanks for your particularly loyal service to me." She dressed and Reno left the captains cabin, his mind full of memories that would keep him warm on dark nights, when standing watch alone on deck. It was autumn and low, early morning mists were a feature of this marshy region, the long spit of land they had rounded shielded this small bay somewhat, from storms and of ships beating down the coast bound for Port au Prince, which lay many miles to the South east. The passage between Cuba and Hispaniola was on a direct route north east from Jamaica to the Atlantic and, via Bermuda, to Europe. Rumour had it that the merchant ship 'Carmine' was ready to leave Kingston for the long voyage to England, loaded with cotton and some valuables belonging to its ruling businessmen and even the governor, Sir Henry Moore. The pirate captain was not interested in cotton but the valuables and the sale of the ship could bring in a ready profit. It was probable that Lloyds of London insured the ship's bottom, so not all would be lost by the Jamaican businessmen. The intention was to use the mists to shroud the ship whilst lookouts in the tops could spy any shipping sailing north, possibly to Europe. It was two days before the winds were favourable for a trip north from Jamaica, "Sail Ho!" Came the cry, "Where away," shouted the first mate peering aloft. "Fine on the port bow, half a league or more, steering north." Belle relayed her orders, "Bring the anchor up short." The creaking sound of the capstan pervaded the deck, the clank of the ratchet a measure of the anchor cable slowly being drawn back aboard. Before long a cry from forward, "Up and down." The ship was stood directly over its anchor. "Secure the capstan, all hands to make sail," yelled Reno. A rush of bare feet as the hands ran along the deck to the black tarred shrouds, racing aloft to let loose the heavy, damp sails. With the surrounding mist, there was little breeze to catch the canvas and the yards were not yet addressed to even the slightest airs The mizzen sails were hoisted but there was still no steerage way on the ship. Men scrambled down from the rigging, a mismatched lot, they were too few to handle the ship properly what with three dead and four struggling, either one handed or limping along the deck. "Wheel amidships. Weigh anchor." The capstan clanked as the scruffy crew laboured to pull the heavy hook out of the seabed, slowly and surely it arose dripping, to be secured by lashings. "Steer west, nor'west. Brace the foreyards, trim the mizzen." Orders were relayed and sluggishly the ship felt its head, turning in answer to the helm. "Brace the mains'l." The huge yards were turned in order that the slight wind filled the canvas, they billowed out but drew listlessly yet. In the light airs the sails were drawing but the vessel was sluggish in the thinning mist, a tortoise, beginning the race to catch her prize. The captain was thinking furiously, imagining the encounter, what would the merchantman do? Would the loss of some rigging stop her? Would she fight or run? As Harrier gained the channel the light wind was over her port quarter, not the best point of sail for the old barque but the captain reasoned that if they pursued this heading and crossed the course of their quarry, it would firstly seem they were not following and secondly, though they would fall behind initially, they could keep her in sight and later use the wind to their advantage when they had cleared coastal waters and any ships that clung to sight of the coast. "Serve breakfast, starboard watch first." The hands didn't take long to chew on stewed salt pork and biscuit and even less time to drink the watered down rum which was the main sustenance in the region. Late in the morning the order came to change course, "Helmsman, steer north. Brace the yards," soon followed by, "Gun crews to stations, load with chain." Days earlier when under plain sail, she had bade them cut up canvas, using small kegs as formers they sat and stitched bags to hold enough gunpowder to fire 'chain shot.' These were two balls held together by a short length of chain, designed to take out the rigging, such missiles could stop a ship in its tracks. Even though all sailors made their own clothes on board, it did not sit easy for grown men to sit with needle and thread making bags. When loading the cannon, as now, with plenty of time in hand, the procedure was to use a damp swab, tip in a small keg of powder, ram home thick cloth wadding, one heavy ball, pile in the chain, then the other ball, more wadding and ram the whole lot home. After the first round was fired, however, the enemy would be very close, their return shots breaking through the ships planking and the sounds of shipmates screaming all around. It was far simpler to forego the swabbing and align a curved wooden trough, loaded firstly with wet wadding, then powder bag, 'chain and more wadding.' Get it lined up and ram everything in at once into the elevated muzzle. In practice, several ramrods have preceded their charges as the whole lot occasionally fired prematurely but nobody had been injured other than a few burns but it gave a second, devastating, round of gunfire. They were now closing with the Carmine, her name readable with a long glass, though her decks were quiet, her officers had noted Harrier bearing down on them. Glasses were trained over the aft rail, Harrier's canvas was purposely badly trimmed and occasionally she was allowed to pay off to leeward, looking like she was crewed by badly trained islanders, especially with Reno and two other ex slaves on view. She kept a long gun's distance astern but always to windward of her intended victim, the afternoon wore on, lookouts had reported they were clear of any other ships, the strong sunlight was now behind them making any change in heading difficult to see by those aboard the Carmine. Belle gave her orders, "Helmsman, steer to place us alongside her larboard beam. Hands forward, brace all yards." The ship quickly raced forward, taking the weather gauge and before long 'stealing the wind' from the heavy merchantman, her full sails blocking the wind from their prey, as she swept close. "Open the ports, fire as you bear." The five starboard gun ports were raised, the two ships were probably evenly matched, if only the bigger ship had time to run out her guns. One by one the Harrier's cannon fired, the elevated barrels sending tethered shot tearing through the other vessel. As they drew near, so the crew employed the curved troughs. Their second, unexpected volley, from scant yards away blew enemy spars and rigging apart, killing many of those lining the side about to repel boarders. The pirates swarmed aboard, their captain to the fore, into a charnel house of broken bodies and a thoroughly beaten crew. "Bind them," ordered Belle, "Search for those hiding and bring any valuables you find." The merchant sailors, all decked out in white duck trousers and blue shirts were not about to fight for a cargo of cotton which couldn't even be sold hereabouts. They were taunted as 'bluebottles' by the Harrier's crew, who swatted them alongside the head as they were herded into lines. "Johnson, Carey, pick out any volunteers for our ship, then put half the Carmine's company to work, secure the rest of the prisoners in the hold. Mathews take the helm and appoint a replacement to relieve you on the alternate watch." Meanwhile the loose rigging was cut away, the sails made good and some sort of order returned. "Once under way, get the prisoners to dump the cargo then sail her to Tortuga and get the highest price you can." Just then, Old Jim, a pirate for most of his life, brought a young woman from the cabin, wriggling in his grasp, she was too slim and dainty to offer much fight. "What have we here?" enquired Belle, noting the golden curls and heaving bosom of the spirited youngster, clutching the torn neckline of her gown. "I demand you let me go," cried the woman, I'm daughter to Mr Owen, the Governors right hand man." "Here my beauty," said Belle, in her masculine role, "You can sit on my right hand," placing her clenched fist beside her, thumb uppermost. Her men roared with laughter, crude humour always went down well with sailors. "Take her aboard our ship, we'll accompany you towards Tortuga, after all we don't want you being beset by pirates." Later in the quiet of her cabin, Belle had chance to look properly at the young woman she now held captive. No more than twenty years old, she was beautiful, her creamy white shoulders were bare, such was the latest fashion, her heaving breasts were visible as she held together the torn bodice of her dress, a result of the struggle earlier. Pirate on the High Seas "Take off your gown," said Belle, openly staring at the large breasts with their pink tipped nipples thrusting out, "I'll have someone sew it up," she said thickly. The younger girl held her head high, "My name is Julia," the half naked girl said, defiantly, "My father will hang you for capturing me . . and . . and . .anything else you might do." "The anything else was quite evident, judging by Belle's tented breeches, a situation made worse as the girl removed her gown to stand in just a dark blue corset, her underwear previously ripped from her by old Jim when he first grabbed her. The girl's shapely body complemented her lovely face, the white, full breasts were pushed up to lie upon the blue corset cups, balancing almost precariously so full were they. The tightly cinched garment pulled her waist in cruelly, restricting her breathing so only her breasts appeared to heave with each respiration. The satin corset's, lower central edge curved upward to frame her mound of venus, soft golden curls shone over the pink, puffy, slit of her sex. Curvaceous hips gave way to firm thighs, the innermost of these were gently quivering, the nervous trembling causing her moist pussy to gleam. "My, you're a pretty sight and no mistake," said Belle as she struggled to remove her tight trousers. She walked closer, her cock at a jaunty angle, inclined to make an in depth examination of the downy, golden haired pussy. Clutching the virtually naked girl, Belle stroked a slim hand down her back, feeling the smooth, creamy skin, past the satin to the sweep of a cute ass, pert and round. She held the girl tight at the junction of thigh and ass pulling her tight against the dick that was nosing through fine golden hair, seeking the moist opening that was the entrance to paradise. "No, No," cried Julia, "I'm a virgin, I would be useless to you as a hostage should you despoil me." "Hush, sweetness, a kiss is requisite in such preliminaries," cooed Belle, kissing the girl tenderly. Hard, unyielding lips gradually softened to her kiss, with more kisses causing Julia's defences to relax. Belle continued, kissing her neck, down to rose pink nipples, then back to those sweet lips. Julia fought a little but the sweet kisses inflamed her very being, until at last she kissed back with more feeling. Julia was responding gradually, a tender flower, the soft petals of her pussy opening to the sensations arising within her. She held her captor round the neck, then slid a hand into the neck of Belle's shirt, to venture inside. "Oh my," cried Julia, feeling the smooth firm breasts of the pirate, the two girls started exploring each others sensitive nipples. They were lost in the tender stroking of flesh as they kissed, at times just sucking on a lower lip or mashing down hard as feelings grew, their bodies wanting the close contact as mother Nature took control. Belle's hand glided down to cup the junction of Julia's thighs, the girl's sex was wet now. A finger soon parted the sweet folds of flesh to venture tentatively into slick, soft walls. By now, each was kissing the breasts of the other, whilst Belle's fingers stimulated the centre of Julia's sex, whipping the youngster into a cauldron of sensation. Any resistance grew more feeble as Belle's cock took over from wet fingers and slipped between slick, open lips, to glide deeply into soft flesh. A gasp, then a cry of pain and she was in, fully home in the tightest pussy ever. The tight clutching walls were preventing Belle moving, a solid grip by the girl had them locked, they were immobile, at least temporarily but Belle had all the time in the world, she just rocked forward, maintaining her erection, kissing Julia's full lips. The soft downy golden hair tickled the top of her cock as she ever so gradually pulled out, only to tenderly slide back in amongst a mixture of pussy juice and blood, the oldest lubrication in the world. Julia gasped, this was far better than the fingers she used to bring herself to orgasm, the fullness of her pussy, the tingling kisses on her nipples, the hand on her ass timing their thrusts, it was overwhelming. Of course against such a powerful pirate she could do nothing, she was powerless, a young maid in the grasp of a ruthless violator, she couldn't be blamed if she was ravaged by a big hard cock. Belle's kisses to her neck, the hand tweaking her nipple, were inflaming her senses further, that relentless thrusting cock was building her to a peak of desire, she thrust her body forward to meet the hard invader. Julia had one hand pulling at Belle's shoulder, whilst the other held her ass, trying to get even more cock into her, she had given herself up to sex, she was a wanton hussy living only for the moment and loving it. She teetered at the edge of climax, hardly moving as the elusive feeling taunted her cruelly, then the wave of pleasure swept over her, drowning everything in a warm glow of utmost pleasure. Belle had eased her thrusting while Julia cried out in ecstasy, her pussy thrust out, like a demanding mouth sucking at her cock. Gradually their fucking resumed, gently building back to their previous level. Belle's own orgasm was approaching now, she had held back for so long, it was difficult to unshackle the sensation once more but it grew as she thrust mightily into the willing body of the young woman. The captain's groans were the only sign of the onset of her climax, she pulled out of the wet pussy to push her cock along Julia's stomach, the feeling was enough to send thick spurts of cum over the creamy white belly. The captains whole body cramped, seemingly to spurt the biggest ejaculation of her life over Julia's body. The panting girl stood, tits heaving, cum sliding down her belly, past wet, open lips to mingle with blood and juices, only to trickle down her legs. A sexual masterpiece, fluidly painted. "I'll have hot water brought to the cabin for you to wash but I must see to the ship and our prize," said Belle, "Though to my mind, our greatest prize stands before me." She kissed the lovely maiden and handed her a sheet to cover her nakedness. The voyage to Tortuga was uneventful but the Harrrier hung back as they approached the island, it wouldn't be good for her to be spotted in company with the prize. The den of thieves that ran the commerce in the port would only give a fraction of the true value of the ship, even less if they could prove she was stolen. On the Carmine, the difficult cross winds required more prisoners to handle the ship and there was still the need to throw the bales of cotton over the side. Harrier sailed for the closest shore to await the eventual sale and pick up the skeleton crew later at a fishing village. Both ships were worked hard as they parted company, their courses diverging, each bound to it's plan. The Carmine's crew were free to talk amongst themselves in the rigging and on cargo handling duties. Connor, the ships senior officer was the leader and spoke to his crew of overthrowing the pirates. Several men moved between the two parties, the scant skeleton crew unable to keep track of them as plans were made, with the Harrier falling behind. They threw some cargo overboard to lighten ship with an eye on speed for their eventual escape, however, one of the ships boats was being towed behind manned by 'Hogswill,' the pirate's cook. The one legged survivor of the action that killed Captain Harris, was charged with making for the fishing village in order to keep the Harrier informed of the ship's sale and the date of the crew's recovery. The 'bluebottles' plans were to shoot this messenger as soon as the ship was re taken and for them to return to Jamaica. They organised themselves into action groups to overwhelm each pistol wielding pirate when the signal was given. They were still four miles from the village, with the Harrier barely hull down on the horizon when they struck. Blows were rained down on the pirate crew, relieving them of their pistols, some of the 'bluebottles' rushed aft, intent to kill the lone pirate towed behind. Hogswill, had seen the commotion aboard ship and had cut the boat's painter, allowing it to quickly drift astern. He had no sooner mounted the oars into the rowlocks, than pistol balls were hitting the planking and splashing all around. He pulled swiftly astern, back to the Harrier and safety. The Carmine was put onto a starboard tack, back towards Hispaniola and thence Jamaica. Hogswill saw his share of the prize money slipping away and threw back his shoulders, oars biting into the choppy sea as he powered the small boat back to his ship, now lying off a lee shore. Men were busy hauling down the heavy sails, preparing to tie gaskets around the great folds of canvas and speculating amongst themselves just how much prize money they would get. They knew Belle would get half, a captain always victuals the ship and pays for stores and repairs, all would then get equal shares of the rest, a small fortune to men who only had women and rum to spend it on. A single lookout scanned the horizon but it was some while before the small boat was spotted and a glass taken to the main cross trees. They recognised the old cook, pulling hard for them, the deck was hailed, to alert the captain, "Damn me but that don't sound good," cried Belle, "Hands to make sail." The ships company jumped to the order, it could only mean one thing, a fight was in the offing. The lookout confirmed that the Carmine's sails showed she was turning for home. With eight of their number acting as prize crew, the pirate ship was woefully short of hands. It was common to be short handed, crews worked harder when there was prize money to share but both watches had been hard at it since dawn and with the evening fast approaching it looked like they were going to have work for a lot longer. A net was hung over the side and two men clambered down to hold the small boat and help Hogswill aboard, whilst the ship was still at speed. Belle was aware that the other ship's crew would also be tired, so considered chasing her all night, rest each watch in turn, then fight with her invigorated band of cut throats. The sails on each ship were drawing but they were forced to tack in order to run south. Belle laid the ship as close to the wind as possible, the lighter barque skipping over the waves, the intent was to gain distance on each tack. Belle studied the chart and found that she could probably sail for three hours on a leg, rouse the off watch crew, haul the yards around to the new leg, then send the previous watch below to rest, balancing the best chance of catching the prey with the freshest crew to fight the ship. It was still dark as they got within a long gun's distance of their quarry, the crew had eaten and the unused larboard side guns were still loaded but then, probably, so were the enemy's unused, starboard side. If they passed from the rear as before, she could not gain advantage, for she didn't have enough crew to work the ship and reload the guns. Studying the charts, they were going to be close to the larboard shore at the end of this leg, so gave the order, "Helmsman put us on a course to pass by on her larboard side well within gun range." She thought if the enemy hadn't reloaded or could not use their larboard guns, they would tack on to the next leg sooner, to bring their starboard guns to bear. Harrier swept down, closing the other ship, almost the whole of Harrier's crew were standing by ready to brace the yards around, just two gunners were readying the meagre larboard battery. Opening the ports out of sight of the Carmine, lowering the elevation of the guns and keeping their matches ready by whirling the dully glowing rope ends around their head. The Carmine started to put about just as the Harrier was about to draw level with their rear quarter, Belle passed the word the crew had been waiting for, "Helmsman, steer hard a'starboard. Brace the yards." She also put her weight onto the huge ships wheel and together with the helmsman they heaved on the spokes, the rudder digging into the heavy sea, the rest of the crew meanwhile had thrown their weight onto the braces, all the heavy yards turned ponderously, the wind caught the huge area of sail and Harrier bore down on the merchantman like her namesake hawk. The pirate ship was about to pass the slower turning Carmine as she showed her stern, the two gunners below decks bided their time, peering over the two foremost guns. There, the Carmine's stern was framed by the open gun ports, matches lit a powdered touch hole and with an enormous boom the heavy chain shot was ejected across the intervening space to shatter the planking around her stern. Five shots gave four resounding hits to the merchantman's stern, shattering her rudder and holing her at the waterline, causing the ship to wallow as water rushed in. "Hard a'larboard," shouted Belle, again the yards were swung around and the barque turned to cross the stern of sluggish Carmine once more, before her guns could bear on the small ship. "Bring us under her stern," ordered Belle, "Boarders away." The pirates ran to grab pistols, tucking them into their belt then racing for the shrouds, climbing, to swing across to the taller, stricken ship. The scruffy fighters grabbed a rope with both hands and swung onto the Carmine's deck, some with a cutlass in their teeth, the only way to carry it into battle. Some began slashing and cutting straight away, others had time to discharge their weapons, an aggressive onslaught against a barely trained crew. The melee didn't last long, the opposition were soon overcome and the skeleton crew released. Belle ordered as much of the ships stores to be brought aboard as possible before it sank. The 'bluebottles' were allowed to disembark into small boats and pull for the shore, whilst the Carmine slowly settled to the seabed close to the bay where she was first sighted a day earlier, when she was bound for England. Belle had both the valuables and a hostage to show for their efforts but the loss of the ship was a blow to them all. The Carmine's sailing master, Connor, was charged with handing a letter to Julia's father, outlining the ransom sum and terms of the exchange. The pirate captain was dog tired as she went below, though both watches had rested through the night, she had huddled in the corner of the poop deck. Snatching sleep where possible but rousing to listen to the sounds of the ship, heeled hard over and straining noisily at the fastest point of sail. Walking into her cabin she pulled off the wet, bloodied, jacket and dropped it to the floor. A sweat soaked shirt followed, and, as she reached her bunk she pulled off stained breeches and shoes to fall headlong into the rough blanket. It hadn't crossed her mind that earlier she had left a young woman naked in here, who would have been squashed had she been sleeping in the only bunk available. Julia however was only too awake and arose from a chair to cover the naked body of the now sleeping captain. Before she did so, however, she admired the soft curves of her captor, the full breasts and curvaceous ass but her gaze lingered on the flaccid cock that had rendered such unbounded delights hours earlier. Regretfully she covered this aggressive, tender, chameleon of a pirate and gently kissed her. The sea was running to large swells, the wind strong out of the south east if they were running true to course. This came to Belle as easily as breathing, as she lay with her eyes closed, listening to the ship, reluctant to stir after only a few hours sleep. Julia had noticed the change in breathing and softly kissed Belle's forehead, not waiting for acquiescence she trailed kisses down a button nose to kiss the pursed lips of a sleepy captain. She uncovered the rising and falling breasts, now stirred by her sweet kisses, the nipples hardening, her mouth now kissing tenderly each full breast, rolling the swollen nipples between her lips. "Aha, my beauties," she cried "You will surrender your hard little teats to my teeth, or be bitten to death," as she gently nipped at the tender, tingling nubs. "What a cruel and devilish woman you are," whispered Belle, "These tender morsels could not withstand such sweet onslaught," she reached out tweaking the nipples of her assailant. Julia concentrated on stimulating Belle's body, her own now reacting to the delicious feelings that her lover was causing to flow through her. Julia moved further down, to the junction of those firm thighs and the awakening cock that was rising from them. She grasped the thickening manhood, "What have we here, another one to be taken prisoner," as she roughly grabbed at it with both hands, each slowly twisting in opposite directions, a burning sensation, quickly bringing it to full readiness. Her mouth slid over the rock hard member, engulfing the shiny head and about to swallow as much of the shaft as possible. Her manoeuvring had brought the musky junction of her thighs to Belle's face, the soft downy hair of her pussy tickling the lips of one who could take full advantage. A probing tongue licked its way through golden curls to part the moist lips of a delicious slit, the soft inner lips giving way silkily to the salivating intruder. Belle sighed, to sup at this deep well was all she had dreamed of for many a year, flicking her tongue through slippery veils of delight, drinking in the sweet drops of musky nectar. Her strong tongue was delving deeply into the furry lips, flicking this way and that, endeavouring to send sweet sensation to the gorgeous girl who even now was giving her cock such a good time. They both gave a long sigh as they accepted the other's titillation but were determined that the sex they tongued would cum first. Julia raised the stakes with harder sucking on the firm cock that she was all but devouring, Belle raised her game sucking at the juicy lips and teasing out the hidden clitoris from its hood. She flicked her tongue at this defenceless nub of an organ, sending waves of passionate feeling through the whole of Julia's body. Each increased kissing and sucking, as the centre of their sex, in turn, was sucked. They pursued a tempestuous circle of mounting passion that could only end in delicious orgasmic pleasure. Belle's hips were grinding into Julia's face, she could not have stopped her thrusting cock had she tried, her climax approached, she was transported on a tidal wave of feeling. Julia was also writhing in ecstasy, her pussy spreading juices over Belle's face, sliding to and fro. Belle's tongue then found the tight pucker of Julia's peachy, ass, alternating between those two quivering nerve centres, she licked and sucked at each, until concentrating purely on the swollen clitoris, driving the girl wild as she came to the brink of orgasm. A few more flicks and she cried out, her pussy speared on an outstretched tongue as she trembled, her tight pussy rhythmically clutching at the moist muscle as she loosed a stream of nectar into an open, willing mouth. Belle was barely hanging on, teetering on the brink whilst she brought off this beautiful girl, the taste of her pussy flooding sweet juices was too much and she too came, a spurting load of goodness into the soft sucking mouth of her lover. Julia drank deeply from the spewing cock as it filled her mouth, she knelt, cum leaking from the corners of her lips as she gazed into the eyes of this curvaceous pirate and swallowed the tasty ejaculate, a toast to their shared love. Belle too, allowed the pussy juice to trickle over her tongue and down her throat, they both sat watching the other swallow body secretions greedily. They kissed and Belle's inquisitive tongue invaded the other's mouth, tongues entwined, they tasted the mix of their orgasm, the musky residue of sex. The rendezvous for the hostage exchange was determined to be the small island of Navassa, between Jamaica and Hispaniola. Miles from any land, it was considered the safest place to complete the transfer. The pirate captain, however, was not only wary of pointing out where her ship would be at any given time but had fallen madly in love with her beautiful captive. The ex slave, Reno had spoken at some length of the atrocities in the plantations whilst others had seen the barbarous executions on the Kingston docks of both pirates and cut purses. A plan formed in Belle's head, it would be some time before Connor could work passage aboard ship and return to Jamaica and she thought to make use of the delay. Pirate on the High Seas "Julia, I have a plan which would need your help but first I must sell the valuables to reward the crew. We'll put into Port au Prince to see what price we can get and to contrive some papers to support the story I shall later tell." The vessel sailed around the long spit of land to run before the wind toward the port many miles South east. The jewellery and silver items made a handsome sum, so the crew were allowed ashore in groups. The old hands kept a watchful eye on the new draftees, there was no authority in the port that would help disenchanted sailors but loose tongues were to be avoided. Women gathered round the free spending crew and soon relieved them of the hard won money. Belle had sought a legal writer and commissioned a letter of introduction for herself, as Lady Constance, wife to the Duke of Cumbold and a wealthy person in her own right as the daughter of the late Baron Hartnup. The cost was just one of the gold trinkets seized in the taking of the Carmine. The crew were finally aboard and each watch had cleaned and repaired ship, it was time to implement Belle's plan. They sailed for Kingston port, Jamaica, having spent nearly a week in Port au Prince, the winds were now favourable and speed was of the essence. With a good wind, it took just a few days to sail down to Kingston port, they arrived with good tides and weather, anchoring well out in the bay away from prying eyes. "Julia, what gowns do you have that perhaps your father and others may not have seen," asked Belle. "I have my travelling clothes that were bought for my trip home, only the servants have seen them as they were packed." Belle held Julia's hands looking fervently into blue eyes, "Perhaps you would help transform me into a proper lady? I have no idea of the powder and paint that such a personage would wear." They went below to 'their' cabin, Julia kissed her lover and stripped the clothes from her slowly, kissing full breasts and lingering over soft nipples pulling them with her lips, rolling their hardening tips between tongue and upper lip. Belle moaned, holding Julia and feeling the weight of the girl's breasts in both hands. Julia meanwhile, cupped Belle's sex with both hands, one held the balls which years before had dropped and filled the inverted pouch which was believed to have been a pussy at her birth, whilst the other held a burgeoning cock that was growing bigger by the second. The girl picked up a tapered wooden fid, the small point of which is used to open the tight turns of rope when splicing in new. "You could not dress as a lady bearing a hard cock, I think I must induce it to fall," she said, as she softly hit the solid object of her observation with the thicker, blunt end of the fid. "Oh dear, it seems to have grown even bigger, I will take a closer look," with that she knelt, breathing over and stimulating the angled cock, a lick caused it to rise suddenly, then fall. "I've got to get it to go down, perhaps if I made it cooler," and promptly put wet lips over the head, saliva dripped as she then pulled away, observing the glistening end as she blew upon it. Belle's cock jerked, as a dying man might dance at the end of a rope. "Oh that will never do," cried Julia, warming to her play, I shall endeavour to push it down and hold it with some twine." She held the cock down with some difficulty; Belle had to bend forward to allow it to be depressed parallel to her thighs, whilst some twine passed around her legs captured her cock behind double knots. The increased tension was acting to make her cock throb harder, pushing upwards, the twine bit into the back of Belle's smooth thighs, making red marks as the tension transmitted itself to soft skin. The rigid cock still strove to rise and, as Belle straightened, the twine bit deeply into the front of her organ, pulling her foreskin back further, the glans was so shiny and hard, visibly throbbing as blood pressured it. The organ strained to angle upward, a throbbing monster tamed by the thinnest twine, which bit cruelly into soft flesh but still it projected so noticeably. "Perhaps heat might cause it to lower," said Julia playfully, holding a lit candle and bringing it close to the rock hard appendage, running very close to the underside of the engorged organ. Belle was sweating and bent forward again trying to relieve the pressure from the turgid cock, tethered as it was between her thighs and the heat of a naked flame under her very naked balls. Julia brought the flame dancing and flickering around to the front of the restrained organ, closer and closer the flame approached the knotted twine. Belle could feel the heat scorching her skin, "Ahh, No," she cried. "Is that the cry of a tough pirate," said Julia scornfully, as she re applied the candle to the twine. Belle screwed up her courage, she had never been faint hearted but the heat was starting to scorch her skin as the knots turned black, then glowed redly. Suddenly the twine parted, her cock sprung up, knocking the candle to one side and slapping her belly resoundingly, to jerk and flop like an angry eel. "Hmm, restraint didn't work," Julia murmured, "First I'll have to kiss it better." Cool lips kissed gently upon the tender flesh, meanwhile she pushed a finger into her wet pussy, then touching drops of her juices to sooth the reddening skin on the softening dick. Each tender touch left glistening drips of nectar but raw nerves had heightened sensitivity, which made Belle's cock jump and sway, hardening the rigid muscle once again. She moaned, the solid waving flagstaff was begging for more stimulation but she was afraid it would just cause more pain. A pussy soaked finger sought her tightly puckered ass, she struggled with emotions but allowed the intruder ingress, this feeling was very different. She knew she needed more sensation and wet fingers were as good a stimulus as she could get, two fingers were easing apart to allow a third to stretch Belle's ass, her cock was responding to every twitch and tingle. Meanwhile Julia had pushed the blunt ended, tapered fid deep into her pussy, bathing the polished hard wood shaft with her juices, it felt good but she reluctantly spurned the feeling, removing the dripping rod to push it tenderly into Belle's anus. The Captain stood, her naked body swaying to the ships motion, her tits thrust forward, her cock waving, as the blunt fid was thrust deep into her open ass. She was a mere plaything as the juice slicked spike was moved up and down within her tender insides, bringing a new feeling to her loins, building her climax even though her cock was not being stimulated directly. Julia bent her lips to the wobbling shaft, kissing her own nectar on the tender scorched area, it leapt, ultra sensitive. Belle's feeling grew as her ass was continuously massaged and her cock kissed, until, with forward thrusting hips and a loud moan she spurted her cum over the other girl. The sensitive cock bounced and jumped as the semen passed through it, sending loads of sticky white cum in arcs left and right like a loose fire hose. Even as the last drops crested at the head of her cock, it was bouncing and jerking with the dying sensations of her orgasm. "There that should hold it for a while," murmured Julia, raising her breast and licking semen from it. Belle's cock was shrinking visibly, a wounded animal seeking shelter within her body, curling down, its hood of skin covering itself, hibernating. Dressed in one of Julia's travel gowns, Belle sat in a hired carriage as she approached the Governors house. Warmly received, her credentials allowed her full honours and was duly shown into the main reception room. With her hair swept up in the latest fashion, her face looking gorgeous with lightly applied powder and lipstick, her natural beauty shone through. The low cut blue gown was slit to the knee for ease of alighting carriages, and, with the tantalising glimpse of a garter, she could turn heads anywhere. Men were entranced by this stunning vision, they fawned about her like servants, alert to her every wish. It was simple enough to learn the plans that Geoffrey Owen had to release his daughter, several men present were ships captains who freely spoke about a trip to lie off Navassa island. A trap! It reassured Belle, she was correct in thinking the capture of her vessel and crew came first in the father's thoughts. She could not find evidence of the accumulation of the ransom, even rich people don't have money lying idle, they know how to make money work and he would have to sell something to raise the amount of gold she had demanded. She approached him and held out her hand for him to kiss, if only he knew where it had been recently, the thought made her smile. Geoffrey Owen was smitten by this radiant beauty, her smile lit up the room and of all the men there, she was talking to him. Her interest in his dealings with plantation owners, the way he duped some and cheated others had her laughing, hanging on to his every word. He bragged of expensive paintings and of silver and gold ornaments in his house. She said breathlessly, "I would love to see your pictures, are we able to view them privately?" He swallowed nervously, "The interesting ones are in my dressing room, of course I would send the servants away." She nodded coyly, "We wouldn't want our dalliance spoken of would we?" Within minutes he had ordered his carriage and they were soon ensconced in the brocade and silk lined brougham, travelling apace to his house. Belle's heart was beating fast, although trusted members of her crew were to be stationed near the Owen mansion, it could be up to her to subdue this heavy, muscular, man, hopefully before he had his hand up her skirts. They were decorum itself as they alighted the carriage to be welcomed by the household staff, drinks were set out in the book lined room that he called his library, although Belle felt the big ledgers were more to do with his business. He dismissed the servants and kept an eye on her glass, as soon as it was empty he suggested they carry candelabrum to view the art work. She had awkwardly turned and gave a a small cry, making a show of twisting her ankle and falling toward the garden door, unlatching it as she fell, Mathews was briefly lit as he backed away further into the garden. Belle was helped to her feet by a concerned Geoffrey but whether for her ankle or his intended conquest she didn't know. He carried her up the wide, sweeping staircase, to his dressing room where a couch would allow her to lay with her ankle propped by cushions. She was uneasy as he stroked her ankle, there was no heavy weapon to hand, apart that is, from the one fully formed in his trousers. His hand was progressing a lot further than ankles normally ascend, by now two of her men should be ransacking the downstairs rooms of their silver and gold. Hopefully Mathews would be quietly walking into the dressing room, so she gave a loud moan to cover any extraneous noise as Geoffrey's hand slid past her knee to the bare leg above. He too, groaned in anticipation but a solid thump to his temple soon rendered him unconscious, Belle helped push him to one side. "There are some gold trinkets over there, I'll meet you downstairs." She made her way to Julia's room and bundled some clothes and shoes into a bag. Mathews soon joined her and together with Johnson and Carey they piled the loot into a 'borrowed' handcart and made their way unchallenged through darkness back to the ship. Most of the crew were awaiting their return as they climbed aboard, a quiet congratulation followed with back slapping the loudest sound. With the ship ready to weigh anchor and sails starting to billow from the foremast it didn't take long to head out to the open sea. With more sail set they were soon lost to view, a breakfast of ham and eggs and a hold crammed with rum was perhaps a more tangible reminder of what they gained from a criminal life. Belle went below to her 'treasure', the beautiful girl who was waiting, standing in a thin lace gown, the glow of candles around her silhouetting her perfect form. The captain stopped, drinking in the sight of this naked girl, partially covered in shades of grey. Julia seemed to glide forward on tip toe, dainty steps prolonging the ardour of both until they touched, to kiss passionately. Belle's borrowed dress slipped to the floor, nimble fingers soon undid her camisole which fell from her shoulders, revealing proud full breasts. Julia slipped both hands around these soft smooth globes to caress their weight and to tease their nipples into hardened pegs. Belle had already run her hands up Julia's body under the lacy robe and eased the garment off her shoulders, falling silently to pool at her feet. They kissed and fondled, taking their time to savour each other's body, feeling the frisson of excitement when, by unspoken consent they stroked each other's sex. It didn't take much to bring Belle to full hardness, the sight of this naked girl was sufficient to energise her cock, Julia's hand merely added piquancy to the turgid organ. Her cock was so hard it beat up and down with the pulse coursing through it, Julia was not to be outdone as her pussy grew wetter due to Belle's expert fingers, thoroughly aroused they sank down to their bed, bodies aching to feel the joy of their congress. A tender tweak of nipple here, a shift of position there and soon a hard cock slid smoothly into a wet, welcoming pussy. They sighed almost simultaneously, their feelings mounting, as the silky sexual movement brought heightened sensation once more. Slowly, tantalisingly, they moved in unison, delighting in the contact of their bodies, smooth skin sliding over the body of their lover. Each wanting to feel the rush of orgasm but delaying the exquisite climb to it's peak, a slow arousal, all but holding their present sensation and just gradually building upon it. Effort was needed to keep things at this slow pace when their bodies were aching for the orgasmic release their union promised. Frequent kisses and tender teasing of nipples were a tingling counterpoint to the sliding cock against a steadily growing clitoris hidden in a juicy pussy. The tempo increased, Mother Nature could only be held back for so long, animal instinct takes over as growing sensation makes its presence known. Increased libido was now giving impetus to their lovemaking, whilst the ancient cycle of life took them by the hips and rubbed them together. All restraints removed, answering only to their demanding bodies, they stepped up their rate of thrust. Humping their bodies into each other, wanting only that elusive orgasm, they fucked for it, harder and harder, by now each tender pubic bone was hurting as they collided. Julia cried out, "Wait my love" and removed herself from Belle's cock, turning her back, she nestled her curvy sweet ass into Belle and brought her knees up, allowing ingress to her pussy from behind. Belle was sliding into it but not quite as deeply as before, they settled for just maintaining their level of sexual feeling, until again libido strove to increase that. Sweating, groaning, they pounded their bodies at each other, pushing them on towards a peak. Belle loved Julia's bum hard against her and pushed into that pliant rounded ass seeking to get even further into her deep, warm pussy. She could play with Julia's nipples as she held her, bringing each other further delights, sensation was building towards a crescendo, then reached a plateau. They teetered on the brink, as they thumped their bodies into each other harder still , seeking the ultimate release, craving a violent ejaculation of bodily fluids which promised to banish tension and give a sexual after glow. Suddenly, Julia stopped, holding on to that fragile peak of orgasm as it swept over her, all of her body seemed to float away, her mind was bathed in a warm, melting feeling, everything was good with her life. Belle was too far gone to stop, the peak of climax centred in her loins, a thrust more, she spurted hot semen deep into her lover. She felt jet after jet cascading from her, it felt like she would never stop, or would ever want to, she was rove so deeply within this gorgeous girl. Her thick cock was lodged well and truly into a tight wet pussy and a cute bum was buried into her belly, nothing on this earth felt better, she would remember this forever. They lay entwined, reluctant to part, sleeping still coupled, soft female bodies locked together by a most wonderful cock. A tidy sum was realised from the silver and gold which translated into drunken 'jollies' ashore and lots of fresh food for the crew. Belle bought a new, large truckle bed for her cabin, she had every reason to try it's soft comfort, together with her nubile lover. The rest of the crew were encouraged to have women aboard, Belle knew that a hot woman was far preferable to a cold hammock, though few women relished the danger and even fewer remained onboard after a ship action. Some of the crew set up their 'wife' in a couple of small houses in the village of Aquin, to the south of the island of Hispaniola, their ship sailed the waters hereabouts and often stood off in the bay. The bay itself was protected by an island near to the entrance allowing free passage on either side, it would need a very large force to trap such a fast ship as Harrier in such a large body of water. So it was, that a beautiful pirate sailed the Southern seas, plundering ships and making her crew rich. Few knew though, that her greatest treasure was the sexy girl who loved every little bit of this shemale pirate but, more especially, the big bit!