Pirated Love

by K'Anne Meinel

  Claire had never felt like this before. Never in her life could she imagine the pulses going through her body and being so aware of them. She resigned herself to enjoying what the captain was doing to her, she wanted, needed to know what was coming next. All thoughts of stopping her, delaying her, had vanished.

  Tina’s fingers gently caressed along the blonde’s chest. Unconsciously, the blonde was offering her body to her in supplication. Tina kissed her deeply again, drawn to the nectar her mouth unknowingly offered. She teased Claire’s tongue into her own mouth, sucking on it gently, enticingly. Her hand accidentally caressed across Claire’s left breast and she noticed the little blonde arch up, offering them to her. She nearly smiled, but instead kissed the young woman deeper as she began to caress little circles around the breast, closing in on the erect nipple.

  Claire was not really aware of what signals her body was instinctively giving the captain, instead she was just feeling. When the captain first touched her breast, she had thought she would be alarmed by it, but it felt so good, so welcome. The first touch on her engorged nipple had her whooshing out her breath; she had not known she was holding it.

  Tina gently pinched the erect nipple, gauging Claire’s reaction to her touch. Her gasp was a welcome sign that she was enjoying Tina’s attentions.

  All this time Claire had lain there with her hands at her sides waiting for the captain, who had assured her that her fate was better with her, who had convinced her that what they were about to do was not a sin. Suddenly, the feeling at her breast was welcome and her hands rose to the upper arms of the captain, not to push her away, but to caress in return. The robe the captain was wearing was of silk and felt wonderful under Claire’s fingers and palms. She rubbed the captain’s upper arms up and down, pulling her closer, feeling the incredible muscles beneath her palms.

  Tina was delighted and surprised. This was not the first time she had taken a female captive, but this was the first time a virgin had become so willing so soon. The delight of what she was feeling made her anticipate the experience all the more. She kissed her way down to Claire’s breast, nuzzling aside the sheet that did nothing to hide her erect nipples. The first swipe of her tongue on Claire’s nipple had the blonde arching slightly into her mouth, unknowingly encouraging her, supplicating her body, offering it to the more experienced captain. She gently took the nipple into her mouth, the heat causing the nipple to pucker even more painfully for the virgin. As she sucked and licked gently, the virgin let out a little sob of frustration, not realizing how enticing it would sound to Tina’s ears. She drew a little more firmly on the nipple she was suckling on, her other hand gently squeezing Claire’s other breast, her fingers determinedly squeezing the engorged nipple between them.

  Claire could not understand the feelings that felt like a lightning bolt shooting from her breast to between her legs. She was feeling uncomfortable with the wetness she could feel between them. Did she have her time of the month? She hated the blood, the wet, the stickiness that ensued then, but no, it was not due for another week, and as it came like clockwork, she was always prepared. This, though, was different. It did not have the corresponding cramps. The sensations she was feeling were like nothing she had felt before. This felt nice, it felt confusing, it felt...right? She began to grasp at the captain’s shoulders, unknowingly encouraging her ministrations to her body.

  Tina wondered how passionate this unschooled virgin could be. She was responding quickly to her attempts to arouse her. She tasted good too, she realized, as she switched breasts to give them equal time.

  “Ohhh,” the blonde moaned at the sensations, unable to fight them, not really wanting to, but not understanding them either.

  Tina’s hand began to caress down the blonde’s body, enjoying the feel of her young body under her hand, feeling her way against the smooth surface. Her hand caressed across Claire’s belly, down her hip to her thigh, reaching as far as her knee, feeling the now smooth skin before making its way up again on the inside of her leg. The virgin clamped her legs together determinedly. Tina nearly smiled at Claire’s attempt to stop her and did not stop caressing her way north along her leg back to the hip. The virgin moved slightly, unconsciously, towards her hand as it caressed her hip. Tina realized Claire wanted to be touched between her legs, but did not know it herself yet. Her body was making these signals and her nose told her that she was becoming wet. It smelled delicious over the pleasant smell of jasmine as she began to kiss her way below the bounteous breasts.

  Claire’s hands moved to the back of the captain’s head, feeling her luxurious hair, feeling its silky softness. It felt wonderful and she played with it between her fingers, concentrating on it to hide the odd feelings that were being caused in her body by the hands and lips of her captor.

  Tina loved having her hair played with, the blonde had unknowingly hit on a weakness of hers. She held still to allow her to luxuriate in it, delving both hands in it, feeling its length along her hands as she gathered it in. Tina continued kissing her way across the flat surface of Claire’s stomach, noticing the ripples of her muscles as they contracted from the feel of her lips and tongue. She played momentarily in her belly button with her lips and tongue and Claire giggled at the sensation before Tina moved on.

  Claire could not reach down and play with the hair anymore without sitting up, so she lay back to play with the ends and enjoy whatever the captain wanted to do to her body. Tina had not hurt her. She was causing the most delicious sensations to her. It had to be a sin, but Claire felt she had no choice. The alternative was being raped by unclean men, over and over again. The captain was the lesser of two evils and what she was doing to her could not possibly be a sin, it felt too good, too...right.

  Tina realized Claire had relaxed enough to let her legs fall apart naturally. She slowly drew her body down between the legs, nudging them apart further with her broad shoulders. She looked down at the fur between her lover’s legs and actually found it a pleasant sight; hidden in there was the jewel she was looking for. She was a pirate and they had a fondness for jewels; she would find it if it was the last thing she did. She reached to part the folds with her hand and found a welcome sight. The clit was full and engorged, waiting for her touch, her tongue, and her lips. She inhaled deeply of her new lover’s scent as she settled between her legs and began to touch with her fingers.

  Claire moved restlessly. She did not realize she was becoming impatient, for what, she knew not. She only knew that the captain held the key to finish this torture. Her body was building to something and she felt restless, unsettled, and anxious. She started to writhe a little.

  Tina sensed her unease, but indulged herself in looking, feeling, and smelling. She enjoyed a woman’s body, in all its forms. She enjoyed big women, small women, petite women, and muscular women. She had even enjoyed a large woman or two in her time, but she liked being in charge and felt small with them, even when she was the dominant one. Making a woman feel good about herself made Tina feel complete. She reached down and felt the wetness between Claire’s legs, relishing the feel of the bounty that was waiting for her, that she had caused. She fingered it all over the virgin’s clit and folds, then she leaned down for her first taste, and the blonde nearly bucked her off.

  Claire could not understand what a woman did to another; she did not fully understand what a man did to a woman. But this, this could not be right, this could not be wrong...? She felt so good, and when the captain began playing with her wetness, she was embarrassed and then delighted, and she did not understand why. The first touch on her engorged clit had her bucking up for more contact.

  Tina held onto her captive by her hips, reaching up with her free hand to capture a breast and massage it. She used her shoulders to hold Claire where she wanted her while she explored between her legs, enjoying the taste and scent of her. Her fingers played with the copious amounts of wetness that were leaking out of her captive. She slowly worked her fingertips around the center as she wat
ched Claire’s reaction. She was squirming, and it made Tina smile as she licked at the engorged clit and played.

  Never had she known that there were nerve endings there! It was where she relieved herself, was it not? She did not know, she had never touched there except to clean herself, and hurriedly, as it was unclean, or so she had been told by her governess. She was surprised that the captain would go there, but apparently she knew things that Claire did not, and the sensations were causing her head to swim.

  Gently, Tina inserted a finger into Claire’s body. Following the slick trail, she began to feel her way inside. When she met no resistance from her captive, she inserted a second one, stopping for a moment to let her adjust to the sensation. She pushed in until she felt the resistance she was expecting, not from Claire, but from the tissue inside that made Claire a virgin. She went no further; she did not wish to tear this valuable and sensitive tissue. Pulling out slightly, she curled her fingers and began to wiggle them. Claire nearly rose up off the mattress.

  The sensation of the captain’s finger inside her was pleasant. With the addition of her second one though, it felt a little uncomfortable, almost filling, but welcome. When Tina began to wiggle though, the sensation was too much and it caused Claire to rise up in surprise before falling back to the bed, a gasp escaping from her mouth.

  Tina firmly held her captive beneath her as she loved her. Her one hand kneaded the breast in her palm, squeezing it, pinching the nipple. Her other hand thrust and wiggled inside Claire, feeling the added wetness released from her invasion. Her mouth and tongue shamelessly licked, sucked, and caressed along the folds and around and over the engorged clit before her. She could tell that Claire’s passion was increasing as she squirmed, twisted, and writhed beneath her. Slowly, she increased the pace of what she was doing to the helpless woman, demanding more from her, as she enjoyed herself. The mews and little cries from the blonde only added fuel to her own fire. She sensed, rather than knew, that this virgin was on the edge of her first orgasm. The knowledge that she was this virgin’s first was heady to the more experienced captain.

  The pace increased and the feelings Claire was experiencing were indescribable. She had never experienced anything like this. It was unbearable! It was rising in her and she felt like she was going to burst. She wanted to get away from it, it was too much. She wanted to push the captain away from her body, but she was helpless, her limbs would not respond. She felt her mind going too. She was riding along on a wave of need that she did not understand. Her body felt heavy and yet light as it arched into the captain’s, and suddenly the dam burst. She was bucking and writhing against the captain’s mouth, her hands gripping the sheets, as she cried out in her first ever orgasm.

  Tina was surprised at the intensity of this virgin’s orgasm. It went on and on and she thrust inside her to maximize it for her. She sucked and licked at the clit as it bucked into her mouth, its hardness seeming to grow inside her. Slowly, she sensed Claire was finished and reduced her actions. Claire would be tender and vulnerable, she would need a rest. Tina released the clit from its bonds inside her mouth and kissed her way north again, slipping her fingers from the body of the passionate little blonde as she rapidly rose to cover her body with the warmth of her own. She stopped to pay homage to each of the breasts with their now relaxed nipples that had gotten rock hard under her hand as her captive orgasmed. She settled close to Claire’s body, not crushing her with her own body, but warming the shivering woman. She kissed her gently, offering her comfort, as she must be feeling a lot of emotions right now.

  Never in her life could she have imagined the sensations that went through her at what the captain had made her feel. She did not know those things were inside her. She felt extremely vulnerable right now and welcomed the captain holding her close. She shook in reaction to the tremors that were still shooting through her veins. Between her legs she still felt small contractions; she missed the fingers inside her as they slipped out. She felt ashamed for having let this woman do this to her, but then had a thought, would a man have made her feel this way? Thinking of her fiancé, she thought not.

  Tina wanted to ask how she was feeling and then thought that was odd. She had never asked one of her lovers what they were feeling, or their thoughts for that matter. She had taken what she wanted from them, learning when she was young, then taking what she needed when she was older and more experienced. Most had known what to do and taken just as much, but few had been unknowing of a woman’s loving, and none had ever stirred her. She wanted to comfort this one, she wanted to talk to her, and Tina found this reaction strange.

  A while passed and Tina realized Claire had fallen asleep. Smiling ruefully, her own body wishing to find release, she suppressed her feelings. She had gotten some satisfaction in knowing what she had drawn out of Claire’s body. She covered both of them, tucking in the sleeping blonde, and blew out the light.

  * * * * *

  When Claire woke up the next morning she found that her chest had been delivered and she could dress. She found a sewing packet and spent a little time repairing her torn shift and blouse. Using the captain’s brush, she brushed out her long tangled hair and pinned it back. She did not dare put it up, as having it down signified she was still a virgin. She wondered, after last night, was she? She blushed as she thought about the previous night and what the captain had done to her. She admitted to herself that she had enjoyed it. It had not been so bad, and then she wondered how much more she was in for. There was a knock on the door and she called, “Come in.” The pirate who had delivered their supper the night before brought in a large platter with dishes laden down with food. Behind him, the captain came in dressed in pants and a new scarlet-colored shirt. The contrast from the white one of yesterday was striking. It clashed with her red hair, but apparently the woman did not care. The pirate quickly put down the platter and left with a slight salute to the captain and closed the door behind him.

  “Good morning,” the captain said to her, examining her with her intense green eyes.

  “Good morning,” Claire replied, automatically looking anywhere but at the redhead.

  Tina smiled, she could see the telltale blush on the blonde’s face. She leaned over and lifted Claire’s chin. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” she told her.

  “I am sure that man knew exactly what we did in here last night,” she said, as she tried not to look into those green eyes, and failed. She settled for looking out of the corners of her eyes.

  They lit up in delight. “Of course he does. Everyone on this ship knows I take men and women as lovers. They would think it odd if I did not.” She released Claire’s chin and began to look over the dishes before helping herself to breakfast.

  “You take men and women as lovers?” Claire felt brave enough to ask.

  The captain nodded as she spooned up porridge and sat down to eat.

  “B-b-but how can you?” Claire asked, horrified. The idea of choosing your lover was beyond her; she certainly had not had a choice!

  “I do what I want when I want,” the captain said forcefully and began to serve herself. Indicating the food, she offered, “Help yourself.”

  Claire could not imagine having freedom such as that. Her father had made most of her decisions for her, and in his stead, his servants. She could not think of having such freedom. But lovers? More than one? That boggled the mind, as she absentmindedly helped herself to the dishes offered. Concentrating on the food, she realized there were fresh eggs and bacon among the offerings. “You have eggs and bacon? On a ship?” she asked.

  The captain nodded and talking around her food answered, “We keep chickens on board, not only for their eggs, but in case we have to eat them. The pig we got just last week, and the sides of ham and bacon will keep indefinitely if smoked and hung right.”

  Claire was astonished. The food on His Majesty’s ship had been basic, with soups and weevil-filled bread. This was delicious and she ate up every bite.

  “It
helps that I have an excellent chef,” Tina added as she watched her captive eat, an amused look on her face.

  “This is absolutely delicious,” Claire agreed as she lightly buttered her toast and added marmalade. “You are very lucky to have found this chef,” she complimented as she would have at any friend’s table.

  “Well, found him, I did indeed,” Tina laughed as she remembered.

  “I do not understand?” Claire asked, as she looked over at the captain’s laugh.

  “I did find him. He was in a jail that I broke him and a couple of the other lads out of,” her voice changed to an almost Irish brogue as she sat back in her chair remembering. Her arm curled over the back of the chair as she gestured with her butter knife.

  “You broke him out of jail?” Claire asked, horrified and yet intrigued.

  The captain nodded as she related the story, “Aye, I frequently find the lads are more than grateful at the favor I do them and are willing to become my crew members in exchange. Some stay for a while, some are still with me, and some ride on to other ports making their way back home. No one is shanghaied on my crew!” she said forcefully, using the point of the knife to emphasize it.

  “Shanghaied? What does that mean?”

  “It is when they are forced to go to work on a ship. Sometimes they are knocked on the head, and while unconscious, thrown on a ship. When they come to they are given a choice, either work for their bed and board or jump ship. As the ship is out to sea at that point they really have no choice. If they do not work, and work hard, they are usually whipped. Since many ships that use this technique are heading for the Orient and a long voyage, sometimes to Shanghai, that’s where the term comes into play.”