Pirated Love

by K'Anne Meinel

  Tina had thought she could let the woman play and learn, but her patience was wearing thin and she was exhausted. She would not last much beyond the orgasm that was building inside of her. She had to have it soon. She reached down to her own pants and unbuttoned the flap. Rising slightly, grinding upwards again she tried to remove them one-handed, but failed.

  Claire realized more was going on and looked to see Tina attempting to remove her pants. She glanced upward and realized she had never seen such intensely green eyes before. They were impassioned, and she could see something else, frustration in them. Such power to have over another human being. It excited her and she realized she wanted to see what else she could do to this woman. She helped her to remove the pants. The captain was wearing nothing else beneath her pants. Claire had never seen another woman’s cuny. There was no hair on this one and the skin was smooth, white, and wet. Not from the salt water, but from what Claire could tell with her nose were natural juices. She had wondered if other women experienced that embarrassing wetness and here it was confirmed. Remembering how wonderful it had felt to have Tina touch there the other night, she found her hand straying towards it to touch and feel. The redhead’s gasp of delight encouraged her as she stared avidly.

  Tina spread her legs to allow the novice access to her. She needed more, and she needed it soon, or she would have to do it to herself. She much preferred that Claire do it for her, but was not sure she had the knowledge or would be brave enough. Tina gritted her teeth as she waited. The tentative explorations were going to be the death of her. She wanted, no needed more and NOW. When the fingers did not enter her, she grabbed Claire’s hand and forced the fingers inside of her. She hissed, “Fuck me,” to the startled blonde.

  Claire was embarrassed to hear the crude words, but it was obvious that Tina needed something, and she needed it immediately. Her demand was not ignored and Claire tentatively began to thrust in and out, watching Tina’s face to see that she was doing it correctly. It felt...odd. It was moist and soft and creamy, and yet, like nothing she had ever felt before.

  “Harder,” Tina demanded and arched to allow her more access. “Harder!” she ordered, authoritatively.

  Claire adjusted herself a little to really put some muscle into it, and thrust as fast and as hard as she could. She hoped she would not hurt the woman, but as Tina’s leg came up to wrap around her waist and her hands fell back on either side of her head, she writhed beneath Claire’s ministrations. The redhead was panting awfully hard, as though finding it hard to breathe, and little cries were coming from the back of her throat.

  Tina adjusted herself to grind down on the fingers probing her, and closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations more fully. She felt her crisis nearing and let it flow. It had been so long since she had allowed another human being to cause this that she just let it flow. Her body went into convulsions and her legs wrapped tightly around Claire, making it harder for her to thrust into the creamy wetness that was deluging her fingers and hand.

  Claire was at first alarmed, and then realized that Tina was experiencing what she herself had experienced the other night, only it seemed more intense and exciting. She felt herself wanting to experience it once again too and she did not stop thrusting until Tina’s hand came weakly up to stop its motion.

  “Enough,” she gasped, finally feeling replete. Realizing her exhaustion was against her, she quickly rolled the other woman beneath her and quickly thrust her own fingers inside her, ever mindful of the tissue that made her a virgin, and then went down on her now erect clit. She had scented Claire’s arousal long before the novice had even known she was excited by what they were doing. Tina’s knowledgeable mouth and fingers made short work of making the inexperienced woman cum. Claire herself had not expected it to happen so quickly and was left crying out in delight while experiencing that sensation for the second time in her life. It was lovely and she wanted to hold Tina close and talk to her about it, but the exhausted captain gently removed her fingers. Then with a look she made sure Claire was watching and licked them clean. Claire was strangely moved by this gesture.

  Exhausted, Tina lay down on the bed and scooted her buttocks off the blanket to get it out from beneath them and cover herself with it. Within minutes she was snoring again.

  Claire could not believe what had happened and she too scooted down in order to lay next to the naked woman. She was confused, delighted, and in awe of what had just occurred. Never in her wildest imagination could she have thought that these things were inside her. Remembering what she had caused in Tina thrilled her, and while she had not known what to do until Tina showed her, she had the satisfaction of knowing she had helped. She lay there a long time until boredom and sleep claimed her once again.

  A knocking on the door woke them both and Tina was the one to go answer it. She grabbed her robe that Claire had been wearing, to walk across the floor, belting it together across her form. Claire made sure that the blanket covered her naked body. She could not hear what was said at the door, but she could hear the commanding tone of the captain’s replies until she shut the door and bolted it once again. Glancing towards the bed, she made her way to the shuttered windows and pulled them both back to allow the late afternoon sunset into the room. She opened one of the windows to let in the fresh air.

  “Ahh, that’s better,” she said, as she saw that Claire was awake. “This cabin reeks of sex and other odors,” she said, as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out the chamber pot. Seeing what was inside, she quickly lifted the robe and sat over it to release her own stream into the mix. The combined odor was rather disgusting. When she was finished, she quickly picked up the pot and hurried to the open window to fling the contents out of it. She left it by the window and walked rapidly across the cabin to the cabinet that held her tub and pulled it open and the tub down. Catching up a pitcher, she turned on the water to fill it. Once full, she walked over to the chamber pot to rinse it out and flung the contents out the open window once more. “There, that’s better,” she said, as she looked at Claire watching her. “If you wish to use it, you better hurry. A late dinner is being prepared for us and I must get back up on deck to oversee the rest of our repairs.”

  “Is that why we were stopped? For repairs?” Claire asked, as she too swung her legs over the edge of the bed and, using the blanket as a shield, hovered over the chamber pot.

  “We are in a port I knew of where we could make repairs. My men have been working while I caught up on my sleep and other things,” she chuckled as she smiled knowingly at Claire and watched the blush creep up her cheeks.

  “Could I go...?” Claire began before she could help herself.

  “No, you are to stay in this cabin. I do not want you seen or there will be trouble, and there are certain things you dare not disobey me on,” she ordered her. Seeing her resentful expression begin, she added, “Claire.” She waited for the blonde to finish her stream and look up. “Claire, there are men here who would think to take you away from me. Not for the ransom, which will be hefty enough, but for themselves. They would use you horribly, and when done, would either sell you to others of their ilk or to a brothel. I am a good fighter and do not mind a decent fight, but why start a fight if we can prevent it?”

  When explained like that, Claire did not resent being told to stay in the cabin. It made more sense now. It was for her own protection, and the thought of being raped by a man, or an attempt at rape, made her shudder in fear. She was content to stay in the cabin now that it was not knocking her about. That storm had gone on too long and she had been frightened by both it and the man who had snuck in to rape her. Thinking of him, she asked, “What about that man of yours who...?” She looked down, ashamed at what had nearly happened to her.

  “I will deal with him once we are out of port. I did not even allow him out with the repairs so he could not escape my brig. He is down below and locked up in irons,” she told the blonde. “Do not worry about him.” She glanced around the cabin, e
ven with things tied down there were a few things in disarray. “Can you find something to amuse you while we make repairs?” she asked.

  “I have our clothes to wash and I would like a bath if that’s okay?” she asked, shyly glancing up at the redhead.

  The captain nodded absentmindedly. They had plenty of fresh water from the torrential rains that had pummeled them out in the ocean. They had a lot of repairs to make and she was in a hurry to make as many of them as possible so they could be on their way. She did not like this port, and while she had taken advantage of making land to send off a message to the Governor of Baleniesia, Claire’s father, to let him know she was alive and to give him a ransom demand, she did not trust anyone in this port not to slit her throat to get to the blonde or try to take her ship. Her men were loyal, but there were a few others like the one down in her brig. She’d sooner not tempt fate.

  Tina changed into another man’s shirt after binding up her breasts. Thinking about how they had come unbound and the lovemaking was making her aroused again, but she put such thoughts aside for the moment. She had to get her meal eaten and see to the repairs her first mate had done while she caught up on some badly needed rest. Pulling her pants on, she tucked the shirt in and threw her robe to the still unclothed Claire who had been debating cleaning the chamber pot with the toga-like blanket wrapped around her. She quickly donned the robe and shoved the chamber pot under the bed where it belonged; she would clean it later.

  One of the pirates brought in the platter that contained their dinner, roasted chicken with potatoes and beans, and Geoff had even managed a pie for the captain and her woman. A full pitcher of ale accompanied the meal this time. He gently set it down on the table and his eyes flicked to Claire briefly, before hastily averting them and leaving the cabin, closing the door behind him.

  “This looks good,” Tina said, rubbing her hands together appreciatively.

  “Smells even better, I am starving,” Claire admitted.

  “Aye, we have not eaten much in the past few days, have we?” Tina agreed as she poured them both mugs of ale and, gesturing with her free hand, invited Claire to sit down.

  “Are the storms in this part of the world always like that?” Claire asked, as it seemed they had some time for her many questions.

  Tina shook her head as she divided up the roast chicken and filled Claire’s plate with a little of everything, then took just as much for herself before sitting down to eat. “We were just unlucky to get caught in that hurricane. We are lucky the boat did not come apart, but it is made of good English oak and strong New World woods that I had imported specifically for my boat to be built from. I told you I designed it and had them build it to my specifications?” she asked, as they began to eat.

  Claire did not mind that Tina did not take small bites so she could talk around her food. It was considered rude to speak with food in your mouth, but they were not in polite company and both of them were hungry. She wanted her questions answered, but she also wanted to eat. Her bites were not dainty either.

  Claire asked questions about the building of the ship that Tina was so obviously proud of. She explained how she had owned other ships and let it slip that she had grown up on her grandfather’s ship, and learned from an early age that the sea was in her blood. “But when I had enough saved to build my own, I insisted on the best materials,” she pointed out as she gestured with a chicken leg.

  Claire was thrilled with this information regarding the mysterious pirate captain. How a woman came into this position was fascinating, and she admired the freedom that had apparently always been Tina’s from an early age.

  Tina, perhaps realizing she was telling too much, kept it to impersonal subjects from then on. However, even impersonal subjects revealed she had a superior education. She knew many subjects, the classics, and even goings-on in England, Europe, and around the world. She could not hide her education or knowledge and Claire drew out more and more information from the woman.

  Finally, realizing she had dallied over the fine meal too long, she quickly brushed out her long red tresses and braided them into one long plait down her back. Strapping on her one sword, she checked her knife in the same belt, before looking up at Claire. “Make sure you bolt the door after I leave and do not open it for anyone but myself or my first officer James. I do mean no one,” she warned.

  Claire was more aware of the dangers now and nodded.

  “Someone could think I was distracted by the repairs or other work I have up on deck, and do not believe anyone that I was hurt or anything. Do not leave this cabin for anything or anyone,” she emphasized. “Do you understand?” she asked, and Claire, sensing the genuine concern, nodded.

  “Good, I will be back late, so wait up for me to let me in,” she said with a small smile after scaring her a little about the seriousness of their situation. She did not want to see her hurt again by any man. As it was, she still had one man to punish for his impertinence. She was not looking forward to it, but no one touched what was hers. He had known the consequences if he were caught, and even if he had not been caught in the act.

  Claire bolted the door behind Tina after she left and looked around at what she had to do to amuse herself until the captain returned. She debated about taking a long, hot bath first and then realized she was delaying the inevitable. She had clothes to wash and seeing the white spots on the blanket, she realized that these too would need washing. Using the body soap that she had generously been bequeathed, she washed out the clothing she had soiled, as well as the captain’s. Using the soap made them all smell with the distinctive jasmine odor, but she did not think Tina would mind. She wrung out the clothes one by one and hung them around the cabin to dry. She flung the windows wide to provide plenty of air into the cabin as she cleaned and straightened up. She looked out at the strange harbor and wondered where they were, but heeding Tina’s warning, she avoided displaying herself to anyone. She realized the floor had never been properly cleaned, but she had used so much soap to clean their clothes that she felt guilty and would not use it for the floor. Instead, she looked for and found a mop, and using just plain water, did the best she could to clean the floor. By the time she finished straightening up the room, had everything hung up and drying, and managed to eat more of what turned out to be a dried cherry pie, she was ready for her hot bath.

  The tub had been excellent for washing their clothing and she had rinsed it out carefully with cold water. Now she filled it with a combination of hot and cold water and slipped into it gratefully. Her tired and sore muscles were grateful for the heat and she relaxed. She washed her hair as she remembered Tina doing it that first night. She was pleased to unlash her trunk and take out a clean dress to wear for Tina’s return. For some reason, she wanted to look nice for her. She knew Tina would be tired from the repairs they had to do on the large ship. Tina had mentioned she would want a bath so after rinsing the tub out once again from her own bath, she left the tub down for the captain.

  Lighting a lantern, she read until quite late, and then feeling if the clothes were dry, she folded those she could and put them away. The blanket was still damp and she left that fluttering in the warm, balmy breeze that still came in the windows. It smelled different here and she hoped someday soon she would get to see one of these tropical islands she had heard so much about.

  It was quite late when she heard a firm knock on the door. She went to unbolt it, but remembering Tina’s admonitions she asked, “Who is it?” before removing the constraints.

  “Good girl,” Tina’s voice could be heard through the sturdy door. “Let me in,” she commanded.

  Still being cautious, Claire opened the door slowly to see Tina and was relieved. She opened the door wider and let her in. Tina closed and locked the door.

  “Any more of that pie left? I do not think I have thought of anything else for the last hour,” she asked, as her eyes took in the infinitely cleaner cabin. She saw the blanket propped up and hanging in front of the window
s, blowing slightly in the breeze. “Been busy I see,” she commented with a smile.

  There was still a large piece of pie left, although it had been tempting to Claire to eat it all. She was not a glutton though, and was pleased as Tina dug into it hungrily. She did not interrupt her eating until she was done and filling the tub for herself. “How are the repairs going?” she asked, to make conversation.

  Tina found herself sharing as she soaped up and washed herself. Washing her hair was a luxury she did not get often enough and she felt wonderful when the deed was finally done and she was soon brushing out its length. Finding her robe had been washed and was clean and waiting for her to wear, she was pleased that Claire was taking such good care of her cabin, as they had agreed.

  “The note went off to your father and we should hear back in a month or so,” she told Claire, wondering if she would be happy with the news.

  Claire did not know how she felt about it. Once the ransom was paid and she went to live with her father again, it would not be long before her fiancé would come to marry her and take her to his fine plantation. If he was to be believed, it was large and prosperous. It was also remote from what he had told her. Something about that now bothered her. He could and would do anything to her and no one would know as they lived away from other settlers.

  Claire did know she was happy when Tina took her to bed that night and in the dim light of the lantern; taught her more about making love to a woman. Her first real taste of Tina in her secret spot was a surprise. Knowing she could make Tina insensible from the sensations it engendered, thrilled her at the power she held over her for however brief a moment. Tina rarely let go, she sensed, and this was one of the few times. Tina’s own passionate lovemaking made Claire happy and breathless. She could not imagine what it would be like with a man, but she was satisfied in not knowing for now. Tina made her feel...special.