Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 08:21:39 EDT
From: MissColly@aol.com
Subject: Captive Hearts

Colleen Thomas
MissColly@aol.com
06/07/02

      [Authors Note: The term cunny is prevalent in the
       anonymous erotic fiction of Edwardian England. It
       is roughly analogous to the word pussy and is used
       in this manner.  None of my research revealed a similar
       term that is congruent with the time period of this story,
       which is late 17th century. If any of my readers know of
       a less anachronistic term I would greatly appreciate them
       writing.

                                                 C.T.    ]


                    Captive Hearts


The Lady Abigail Rodgers stood at the rail of the sloop of
war HMS Indomitable. She was a small woman with flaxen hair
and pale blue eyes. The dark dress she wore made her appear
even smaller with its wide skirts and voluminous petticoats.
She was the very picture of an English Lady out to get some
air on a long voyage, but this was no pleasure trip. Each
passing moment the fast little ship was carrying her towards
an uncertain fate. The deep azure blue of the Atlantic had
already given way to the bluegreens of the shallower
Caribbean.

Soon St. Eustacius will be in sight and not long after that
the end of my world, she thought bitterly. Even the sea
seems to pity me. Why must my father do this to me?

Her father was the Governor of the tiny island and had
arranged a marriage for her. Abigail and her father had
never been close. He was a cold man, stubbornly prideful and
very ambitious. When her mother had died in an outbreak of
the plague he had left his only daughter in the care of her
grandparents and gone over seas. Abby had been seven at the
time and was now a beautiful young woman of nineteen. She
did not know him, save for the infrequent letters she had
received over the years.

She had grown up under the care of her grandparents at a
small estate in Yorkshire called The Brambles. Her
grandfather had been a vigorous man in his early fifties and
had made the family fortune privateering in the Caribbean
during one of the many protracted wars between the colonial
powers. He had returned to the islands after her grandmother
died and Abigail finished her schooling with an aunt in
France. She could still remember crying as she left the old
manor house, grief over her grandmother's death, her
grandfather's departure and the selling of the old estate to
strangers all mixed to form one of the saddest days of her
life. Now her wedding day would take the place of that day
she feared.

She was betrothed to a most horrid little man, the scion of
a wealthy family on St. Eustacius. Sir Gerald Abercrombie
had come over to personally escort his pretty bride back
home. He was a vain, shallow, arrogant man in his mid
thirties. Thin and short with milky white skin and a black
scraggly beard that grew in patches on his heavy jaw he
looked less like a man than one of the mangy hounds her
grandfathers neighbor used to keep. He was an odious toad in
Abigail's opinion and the lecherous stares he gave her left
little doubt that he was anxious to truly claim his bride.
Abigail felt her stomach turn just thinking of physical
contact with the man.

Her father had no concern for her as a person, for her likes
or dislikes. She felt that to him she was nothing more than
a pawn to be used to gain advantage for himself as he tried
to be elevated to the peerage. She would not be allowed to
marry for love and after nearly three months in Gerald's
company Abigail had come to believe she would never love any
man. The members of the crew were all animals, scum taken
from Liverpool's docks and jails. They had seemed nice a
first but she had quickly realized they wanted her for the
same reason Gerald did. The captain was a fat man, pompous
and prideful. He seemed to have more interest in polishing
the many brass buttons on his Royal Navy waistcoat than he
did in any of the day-to-day things on his ship. Her entire
trip had been one of fear and aching loneliness.

Her dismal reverie was disturbed as her betrothed exited the
small cabin he occupied and approached her. He wore his
sailor's outfit today, the white shirt open to reveal a
shrunken chest covered in a patchwork of hair. Lace
decorated the cuffs and collar, and the breeches were of
velvet. Abigail cringed as she imagined his body close to
hers and she looked around quickly, hoping for someone
nearby to talk to, anything to avoid him.

"Sail Ho!" the sailor in the crow's nest called out.

The crossing had taken nearly three months and all heads
turned towards the distant spec curiously. Gerald went to
speak to the captain, mercifully sparing Abigail his
presence. She stayed at the rail, watching the spec slowly
grow, first to a sail, then to a toy sized ship and finally
to a majestic Barque built on the Spanish model. It was
beautiful to behold as it danced across the calm sea leaving
a frothy white wake behind. The lines were clean and sleek
and for a moment she was reminded of the hunting hounds Lord
Tort kept on his estate in France. The ship was definitely a
runner, built for speed. It was carrying full sail now, the
white cloths filled with the gentle breeze that Indomitable
had been fighting all morning. She flew the Dutch flag,
which Abigail found curious, since the Dutch usually used
fat, squat trading vessels.

All hands were watching when the Dutch flag came down and
another was raised, a red flag with a black bird of prey on
it. Abigail was trying to make out what kind of bird it was
when a horrified shriek behind her announced "It's Black
Lissa!"

She recognized Gerald's panic stricken voice as the sailors
exploded into action around her. Black Lissa? She thought.
The notorious pirate? The one they called the Queen of the
damned? Even in her sheltered life in England, and later
France, Abigail had heard of Black Lissa. She was Spanish or
French, no one knew for sure. Brought over to be a
"companion" to a Spanish Governor she had been taken by
pirates when the ship she was on had been seized. She had
proved to be more than the pirate captain had bargained for
and killed him when he came to claim her. She was a
classically trained swordswoman, and had killed several
crewmen before the others backed down. By some obscure rule
of pirate etiquette she had become captain.

For the last three years she had been the scourge of the
Eastern Caribbean, raiding as far as Trinidad in the South
and Bermuda in the north. Horror stories of the way her crew
brutally dispatched prisoners vied with stories of how she
took captured women to her bed as a man would in the lurid
press of the times. Abigail discounted much of what she had
heard; no one person could have done so much mischief in so
short a time, in her opinion. Still, men spoke the name
Black Lissa with a dread that only Lucifer could rival and
she had certainly killed many people. Abigail felt the cold
fingers of fear clutch at her heart.

She made her way amid the chaos to where the Captain, Mate
and Gerald were holding a heated conversation.

"We will stand and fight," the Captain said.

"Fight? You idiot! That's Black Lissa!" Gerald nearly
screamed. His face was ashen, the small bit of color drained
from it, and he was obviously terrified. Abigail thought she
had already seen the worst in him, but he was more afraid
than she was and it sickened her.

"Quite right, and that is why we will fight. This is a ship
of the line and she is a wanted pirate,"

"She has the deadliest, blackest crew at sea! This ship
stands no chance against her. You are supposed to see me
safely to St. Eustacius, or have you forgotten?" Gerald
whined. The fat captain got mad then and struck Gerald with
a backhanded blow.

"This is a ship of her majesty's fleet, not your private
yacht! Man the cannons!" he roared.

Gerald ran screaming to his room as the first shots were
exchanged, totally forgetting Abigail in his panic. She
watched the battle from the rear of the ship, not sure whom
she wanted to win. If the ship were lost she would be in the
clutches of pirates, but what could they do that would be
more loathsome than marriage to Gerald Abercrombie? She
thought.

The battle was short and brutal; the Indomitable exchanged a
broadside with the pirate ship as the two passed. The guns
roared and a thick grayish smoke obscured everything, but
Abigail was sure that neither ship had sustained much
damage. She felt her pulse quicken and the thrill of it all
nearly overwhelmed her. The pirate ship, called the Raven,
tacked quickly to bring her guns to bear from the rear.

Captain Wilkinson may have been a pompous windbag, but he
was no fool, he ordered his own ship to mirror the pirate's
turn. This kept the sloop ahead of the Raven and thus out of
her main gun's deadly arc. It did not, however; protect his
ship from the lethal fire of the cannonade mounted on the
pirate's forecastle. These small cannon blasted the sloop
with a withering volley of shot that left several crewmen
down. Their bodies were shredded and had great holes torn in
them. The screaming was frightful and when the blood began
to run through the scuppers Abigail turned her head and
vomited.

The sloop was smaller and faster, but the wind was with them
and the barque was able to keep up with them using her extra
sail. A second volley of cannonade killed more of his men
and Captain Wilkinson ordered the sloop to heave to.
Apparently he planned to tack back across his track and
brave a broadside from the barque. Once clear the little
sloop would have advantage as the barque would have to fight
upwind, something she could never hope to match the sloop
in.

As Indomitable tried to tack grapnels shot out from the
Raven, men jumped to cut the lines with axes, but the
pirates kept up a deadly fire on the rails with muskets.
Unable to break the lines, the sloop lost steerage and was
dragged inexorably closer to the pirate ship. Abigail moved
to the far rail, hoping she would not be shot by accident.

"Prepare to repel boarders!" the fat Captain roared over the
noise of battle. His men all armed themselves and waited.
When the two ships crashed together a flood of humanity
washed over the rails. Abigail watched in horror as the
pirates swarmed on board. They were a motley collection of
men, dressed in outlandish clothing. There were tall men
with blonde hair from Scandinavia, short swarthy men from
the Mediterranean, even a pair of giant Negroes. Every race
and country seemed to be represented in their company and
they were all brandishing swords, pistols, billhooks or even
more fantastic weapons.

The crew of the Indomitable was outnumbered, but suffered
from an even greater handicap. Black Lissa's crewmen were
known as some of the most depraved, sadistic, evil men on
the high seas. Their fearsome reputation unmanned many of
the sailors and these threw down their weapons at the sight
of the pirates. The pirates looked as fearsome as their
reputation and the battle was short and relatively bloody
where those men who chose to fight made their stand around
the forecastle. Around Abigail the Englishmen dropped their
weapons and begged for quarter, individually and in small
groups. In fifteen minutes the survivors were all rounded up
and the battle was over.

Several wild-eyed men speaking a host of languages
confronted Abigail. They leered at her and made obscene
gestures that were universal and needed no translation. She
was terribly frightened, but remained quiet. That changed
when a short swarthy man boldly stepped forward and roughly
grabbed a handful of her hair. Abigail screamed as he
viciously pulled her to the deck. She felt hands all over
her then, pulling at her bodice, ripping away pieces of her
petticoats and forcing her legs apart. She screamed again as
she was rolled over onto her back and found the swarthy
pirate on top of her. His leering face was ugly and filled
with lust.

Suddenly a second bloody smile appeared on his throat, as if
by magic. His startled eyes filled her vision for a fraction
of a second and then he was dragged bodily off of her,
splashing her bodice in blood. A tall, lithe figure hefted
the smaller pirate above its head and threw him overboard.
The figure turned a baleful eye on the men gathered around
her.

"Get back ye dogs," the woman commanded. It was a woman, and
what a woman, Abigail thought. She was at least six feet
tall and her flaming red hair was tied back under a black
kerchief. She wore a black silk shirt that was stuffed into
black breeches and tall sea boots. The outfit seemed to
cling to her curves, and her legs seemed impossibly long and
shapely. Instead of a sash she wore a belt of black leather
with a Rapier and dueling dagger hanging from them and a
brace of pistols tucked under the belt. Abigail had never
seen anyone so handsome, so elementally powerful and so
commanding in her short life.

"Aww Cap'n , we wasn't gonna hurt her, we just wanted a
little sport," one man volunteered

"Fools, do I have to do all the thinking here as well as the
fighting? That's Governor Rodger's daughter. Unspoiled she
will bring us a handsome reward, but if she is damaged goods
he probably won't even want her back,"

 "It's not like she is going to admit the whole crew had a
go at her, Cap'n"

"Nay, but that skinflint Rodger's will probably demand she
be examined. Are you willing to risk casks of doubloons for
a roll with the wench?"

The assembled pirates muttered under their collective
breath, but none made any move to voice his objections if he
had any.

"Pete, take her to my cabin and watch the door," The Pirate
Queen said as she drew her sword, "Or perhaps one of you
would care to argue with me about it?"

The men seemed very unhappy, but none seemed willing to take
her up on that offer. A grizzled old man grabbed Abigail by
the arm and practically dragged the dazed Englishwoman
aboard the Raven. He led her into the Captain's cabin in the
aftercastle of the ship and closed the door.

"Are you hurt?" he asked in a thick Irish brogue.

"No," she replied in a whisper.

"It was an ill wind that brought you here lass. I will do
what I can for you, but my advice to you is to do whatever
Lissa wants and stay out of trouble until your father can
pay for you,"

"Why would you help me?"

"My name is Peter Lewllen and I came here on the Shark
nearly thirty years ago,"

"The Shark? My Grandfather's ship?"

"Aye lass, had the Captain not told us who you are I would
have never known. Since I do know I will try to help you, I
knew your grandfather well. God rest his soul,"

"He isn't dead. He lives on Monserat now. My grandmother
is the one who passed away, God rest her soul,"

"Indeed? Then I shall have to go and see the old liar. He
was always good to me, and I am getting to old for this line
of work," the old man said with a grin, "Now you be a good
lass and mind Lissa. She isn't as bad as you have heard, but
she has the devil's own temper," he said as he left through
the only door to the room.

Abigail wandered around the large room. A big four-poster
bed sat on one wall with a night table and a washbasin
beside it. A writing desk and chair were on another wall
with a sideboard that held a crystal decanter and goblets on
a silver tray. Two small cannon were set up facing outward
and Abigail realized that during battle they would be manned
like any others. There was a heavy sea chest at the foot of
the bed and a wooden table with four chairs. The room was
richly appointed, but Abigail was surprised at how messy and
mismatched it was. She would have expected it of a man's
quarters but not a woman's; it definitely needed what her
grandmother had always referred to as "a feminine touch".

She strayed to one of the stained glass windows and
discovered that it would open and she pushed against it and
found herself looking out at the deck of Indomitable. The
survivors were in a small group surrounded by pirates. She
recognized Gerald, the Captain, Ansil, the cabin boy and a
few others. The mate was not among them nor the old cook.
Lissa was pointing at Gerald with her sword and speaking.

"What on earth is that?"

"Damned if I know. Its dressed like a woman but I don't see
no teats," one of the pirates jeered.

"Can't be a man so it has ta be a woman, but damned is she
ugly," another called.

"Only one way to find out, strip it," Lissa ordered
casually.

Gerald yelled and fought weakly as several pirates ripped
his expensive clothes from him. When they stepped back he
was naked. His skin was even whiter under his clothes and
reminded Abigail of a fish's belly. She had never seen a man
naked, and her curiosity over came her reluctance as she
glanced between his stick-like thighs. His member was tiny
and a bluish-purple color, it reminded her of the worms that
she had seen floating in puddles of water after a rainstorm
and she was sorry she had looked.

The pirates all laughed and jeered, throwing insults at the
nobleman, who stood there with his hands over his privates.
Abigail was a sensitive soul and even though she hated the
man, she felt sorry for him. No one should have to face such
humiliation. After a while the tall woman spoke again.

"Enough, we have to get the booty aboard and get out of
here,"

"Should we kill them all?" a burly pirate asked.

"Nay, I am in an expansive mood. Put them on the longboats
and give them food and water for five days,"

"Aye, Cap'n"

"Now get the loot aboard and fire the ship, we are bound for
the Tortugas"

A raucous cheer went up and the pirates began to haul aboard
everything on the small sloop they could use. Abigail
watched as the men worked like ants, swarming from ship to
ship with arms laden. In a little under three hours they had
stripped the sloop completely. A thin pirate descended into
the hold with a lit torch and came running out to leap
aboard the pirate ship as his mates hacked the lines and the
Raven began to pull away from her victim. Abigail watched
the sloop from the window as flames began to lick up from
below decks. Soon the beautiful little ship was engulfed in
a raging inferno as pitch, tar, sailcloth and wood succumbed
to the hungry flames.

She heard the pirates calling out curses and insults as
Raven overhauled and passed the two long boats. The Captain
and his sailors refused to be baited and did not look up
from the oars as the swift pirate barque overhauled them and
then left them behind. Abigail said a prayer for the men in
those boats.

She had just finished when the door opened and the captain
sauntered in. She ignored Abigail and went to the sideboard
where she poured herself some of the amber liquid in the
decanter. She then leaned against the sideboard and stared
at Abigail. The eyes were green and deep and the frank
admiration in them made Abigail blush.

"You are far too pretty a prize for the likes of them," the
pirate remarked at last. Her voice was softer now, still
raspy, but not harsh. The words were spoken in English with
just a trace of a French accent.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I think I will take you to my bed, at least until I tire of
you. It shouldn't take long for your father to pay the
ransom for you. He needs you to marry off to some fat,
limpdicked heir no doubt,"

"You wouldn't dare!" Abigail said indignantly.

"Aye, why not? You're a pretty enough lass. Or perhaps you
would prefer it if I turned you over to the crew?" the
Captain replied, with just a trace of the harshness
returning to her voice.

So the rumors are true, she thought. Abigail had never
imagined doing anything with another woman. The scriptures
forbid such relationships as unnatural and blasphemous. She
felt trapped. Old Pete's advice had been to do what the
captain wanted, but did he know this was what would be
demanded of her? For that matter how far could she trust
him? Her grandfather had never mentioned a Peter in his sea
stories.

The pirate put her drink down and with a startling
suddenness crossed the few feet between them and pressed
Abigail against the wall. The Englishwoman found her hands
imprisoned in one of the pirate's and she felt the Captain's
hard lips pressed against her own. She felt the redhead's
tongue pressing against her lips, demanding entry, but Abby
held hers tightly together. The Captain's free hand roughly
seized one of her breasts and began to knead it. Abbey
wanted to fight, but it felt wonderful and she was powerless
in the larger woman's grasp. When Lissa's fingers found her
nipple and squeezed Abbey gasped. Her lips parted for a
fraction of a second and the other woman's long tongue
darted between them. Abbey was shocked, but as the warm
tongue began to explore her mouth she felt herself beginning
to respond.

As the kiss continued, Lissa's other hand released her
wrists and traced down her arm producing a delicious
tingling sensation. The pirate relinquished her hold on
Abby's breast and both of the pirate's hands journeyed down
to her rear. Abigail gasped again when Lissa's seized a
globe in each hand and dug her fingers into the yielding
flesh. Abigail's own hands went to the pirate's chest, to
push her away, but Lissa pressed her thigh between Abigail's
thighs. The contact with her cunny caused Abby to moan, and
her arms slipped around the pirate's neck seemingly of their
own accord. Lissa pulled away from her as suddenly as the
attack had begun and laughed deeply.

"You English women are all the same. So prim and proper, but
underneath lives the soul of a harlot. I have things to do,
but I will be back this evening. You have until then to
decide where you would prefer to spend your nights. I
promise you my bed is more comfortable than the hold,"

After she left, Abby sat heavily in one of the chairs and
began to cry.

----

Evening came all to quickly for the captive. She was in such
a state of emotional turmoil that taking her own life had
occurred to her as the only way out. Knowing that it was a
one-way trip to hell she had discarded the idea and
realistically assessed the two options that Lissa had given
her.

On the one hand she could stay with the handsome woman.
While it was a blasphemy, it meant decent food, a warm bed
and at least some protection from being abused. On the other
hand she could be turned over to the crew. There was no less
sin involved in fornication with all those men than there
was in lying with a woman. The choice seemed very simple.

The problem was in her feelings. Abigail had never
experienced anything like that single kiss with the Pirate
Queen. In her sheltered life she had not ever kissed a man,
and the few experimental kisses with her friends at the
academy had been nothing like the exciting kiss of Black
Lissa. While she could easily rationalize the choice she
made, and even ask forgiveness, she realized that she wanted
to feel the tall woman's hands on her again. She had been in
a state of excitement since the pirate had left her, and she
wanted more. Does that make it more of a sin? She thought.
I'm sure I can be forgiven if I'm forced into such a deed,
but what if it isn't against my will? God help me.

The door opened and she started, but it was only old Pete
with a plate of food. He placed it on the table before her
and turned to go, but then looked at her curiously and
stopped.

"Are you all right lass?"

"No. That wicked woman wants me to join her in her bed! What
shall I do?"

Old Pete looked at her and smiled. "Is it such a terrible
fate? Most of the men in these Isle's would give their right
arm for such an invitation,"

"But I am not a man and it's blasphemy!"

"Blasphemy doesn't go out here," Pete snorted, "For better
or worse you are in the Carribs, if you want to survive you
had better put your bible away. This isn't genteel society,
its dog eat dog, and while you may lose your soul, if you
try to play it by the good book you will definitely lose
your life. Now eat up, if the Captain is going to tumble
you, you will need the energy,"

Abigail picked at the food after the old man left. He seemed
totally unconcerned with her plight. Abigail found her mind
returning to the Pirate Queen and that single kiss. Just
thinking of it caused her to flush and her breath to
quicken. The priests had always told her that women were
wanton creatures and she was ashamed of the desire she felt.

The door opened again and the tall pirate entered. She sat
at the table across from Abigail and drank deeply from a
bejeweled flagon. She seemed amused by the fear and
trepidation she saw in Abigail's expression.

"Well my pretty, have you decided?"

"Yes," Abigail said hesitantly as she lowered her eyes.

"And?"

"I will stay with you," she murmured.

The redhead laughed softly, "I somehow thought you would,"
she said, "Come sit in my lap,"

Abigail rose slowly and moved around the table. The pirate
turned her chair slightly and opened her arms. Abigail
daintily seated herself in the woman's lap. Lissa's arms
snaked around her waist and held her tightly. She felt the
captain's breath on her ear, and then those soft yet hard
lips on her shoulder. She felt herself shiver despite the
warm night air.

"Your skin is so soft," the pirate whispered. Abigail
shivered again as the warm breath of the pirate was replaced
by the tip of her tongue. She felt a strange sensation in
her stomach; a tightening that seemed to be almost painful,
but not quite.

"Have you never shared your body with another woman?" Lissa
whispered.

"No, never," Abby replied. The redhead's hands moved up to
cup her breasts. She could feel their warmth through her
chemise and dress. When Lissa gently squeezed them Abby
groaned.

"Relax then, I will show you everything," the Pirate
breathed and then Abby felt Lissa's lips on her neck.  This
is so wrong, she thought, but the thought fled under the
intensely pleasurable sensations Lissa's mouth and hands
were causing. Abby was aware that something was happening to
her, her nipples felt stiff and ached while her stomach was
tight and her cunny felt hot and itchy. Abby arched her back
when she felt those wonderful hands gently pinch her aching
nipples.

"You see?" the pirate whispered.

"Yess," Abby hissed.

The redhead's hands slid down her sides to her hips, and
then to the juncture of her legs. Abby was not sure what to
do with her own hands and finally placed them both on the
chair's arms to support herself. The pirate queen was slowly
pulling her skirts up, and soon they were bunched around her
waist. Only the thin linen of her pantaloons covered her
most precious treasure now. Lissa cupped her sex then and
pressed in gently with her fingers.

"Oh!" Abigail ejaculated as the strong bolt of pleasure shot
through her.

"Have you never touched yourself there?" Lissa asked,
sounding incredulous.

"No,"

"Good God woman, are you a nun?!"

Before Abigail could answer the pirate's hands tugged the
drawstring on her pantaloons loose. Abigail felt one of the
pirates hands slide into her waistband, and across the
luxurious down of her pubic triangle. The Captain's fingers
on her bare skin sent an electric charge through her and she
bit her lip to keep from crying out. A long, stiff finger
pressed against her slick lips and then into the warm furrow
of her slit.

"Oh God," Abby groaned

"God can't help you now," the Pirate said with a smirk. She
then proceeded to gently stroke Abigail's cunny, making sure
her finger brushed the Englishwoman's clit with each stroke.
Abigail felt like she was about to explode. A tension was
building in her, starting at the knot in her belly and
radiating outward. She heard herself whimpering pitifully.

That finger, Abby thought. That finger is driving me insane.
What's happening to me? Her hips began to rock of their own
accord in the pirate's lap. Abby tried but could not stop
them. Her breathing was ragged and punctuated by small
squeaking sounds she had never made before.

The small woman shuddered once, violently and then cried out
as the damn burst and her first orgasm rocked her. A
powerful contraction in her loins set it off, and then thick
heady waves of pleasure pulsed through her. Abigail tired to
fight the rising tide, but it was too much. As the pirate's
finger continued to stroke her, Abigail was carried away on
the tide of sensation and only slowly returned to her
senses.

Abigail's first reaction was shame, but that did not last.
Nothing had ever felt so good in her life. She blushed just
remembering it and then an aftershock rocked her small
frame. If this is sin, then I am doomed, she thought.

"That's what your priests are trying to protect you from,"
the pirate said quietly.

"I never..." was all Abby could manage.

"No, but tonight you shall," Lissa said with a laugh. The
Pirate stood up and led Abigail to the bed where she began
the complicated procedure of undressing the English lady.
Abigail felt the pirate's fingers deftly undoing the small
buttons of her dress. Once it was loosened, the tall woman
helped Abby out of it and attacked the complicated ties of
her petticoats. Abigail cringed when she saw how much damage
the pirates had done to the delicate garments. Once they
were removed, she felt the exquisite relief of her corset
and stays being removed. When she stood in her pantaloons
and chemise the pirate hugged her tightly from behind.

"Quite a bit of digging to get to that buried treasure,"

Abigail blushed then, she had been so impressed with the
woman's skill in removing her clothes she had not even
realized she was almost naked. The redhead's strong arms
around her waist made her feel safe and protected, as well
as tingly. Lissa gently nibbled on her ear and Abigail felt
that strange, but no longer frightful, tightening in her
belly. The pirate released her and stepped back from her and
Abby turned to face her. Lissa caught hold of the hem of her
shirt and whisked it over her head. The captain's upper body
was bronzed, like her arms and finely muscled. Her breasts
were tiny, almost flat against her chest. Abigail could
easily make out the ribs and the bands of muscle that
crossed the tall woman's abdomen.

Lissa smiled and removed her sword belt, placing it over a
hook near the headboard. Abigail realized that the hilt
would be close to the woman's hand, even when she was
sleeping. She also noticed a brace of pistols on the night
table, apparently the captain trusted her crew none too
much. Lissa then sat on the bed and held her leg out.

"Help me off with these boots,"

Abigail held the toe and heel as the pirate pulled her foot
out and then did the same for the other. Abby took both
boots and carefully sat them at the foot of the bed, noting
that Lissa seemed amused by this. The Pirate untied the
strings at her ankles and then stood and undid the
drawstring at her waist, the breeches fluttered to the floor
and Abigail found herself staring. The pirate's legs were
very long and shapely. Her hips were slim and almost boyish,
but the fiery red pubic thatch and pouting lips of her sex
left no doubt she was a woman. Abigail was stunned by the
woman's beauty and by her aura of power.

Abigail's eyes seemed to be drawn to the woman's sex, like a
moth to a flame, she could not help herself. Abby had never
seen another woman's cunny before, even in school she had
been very sheltered. Abigail found herself staring at it in
fascination.

"I apparently meet with your approval, how `bout showing me
your charms?"

Abigail blushed like mad and quickly averted her eyes. The
small blonde had not been naked in front of another person
since she was a child. It took a great deal of will power
for her to remove the little she still wore, but she had
known this was coming and had been preparing herself for it
all evening. She slowly raised her chemise over her head and
folded it. When she turned back to face the pirate she heard
Lissa's sharp intake of breath.

"Go on,"

Abigail shyly undid the drawstring and let her pantaloons
fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and stood naked
before her captor.

"Gods, woman. With a body like yours how can you be so
inexperienced? You were made for pleasuring," Lissa
exclaimed.

Abigail smiled in spite of her fear; Lissa's praise made her
feel so good. She had never received many compliments and
the pirate's admiration was welcome, even as it caused her
to blush. She knew she should be ashamed, but curiously, she
wasn't.

The pirate stepped forward and enfolded Abigail in her arms
again and bent her head to kiss the Englishwoman. This time
her lips found Abigail's soft and yielding and her tongue
slipped easily into the sweet cavern of her captive's mouth.
Abigail's arms twined around the redhead's neck. She was
unsure of what to do, but her tongue seemed to know and the
kiss quickly became passionate and mutual.

When this kiss broke Abby noticed that it was the pirate's
face that was flushed. Lissa stooped, picked her up and then
fell on the bed, her body on top of Abby's. Abigail wasn't
used to someone's weight upon her, but found that she liked
it. The pirate began to kiss and lick her neck and she felt
herself getting excited again.

Lissa's hands moved up her flanks to her stomach and then to
the domes of her breasts. Abby groaned when Lissa took a tit
in each hand and began to massage them. Lissa's mouth
trailed down her chest and when it engulfed one of her
nipples Abby cried out in pleasure. The Pirate's mouth was
warm and soft and as her tongue began to flick over Abby's
nipple she moaned. It felt indescribable, a warm pleasurable
feeling punctuated by jagged shocks of a more powerful
nature with each caress of the redhead's experienced tongue.

Lissa moved from one nipple to the other, while her hands
continued to knead the soft flesh that surrounded them.
Abigail wrapped her hands in the Pirates luxurious hair and
held her tightly to her breast. I hope this goes on forever,
she thought. It was not to be, and soon the pirate's mouth
traced down the bottom of one breast and along her sensitive
tummy, stopping to nibble at her navel. She moved lower
then, kissing and licking towards the juncture of Abigail's
thighs.

"W... What are you doing?" Abby managed. Her voice sounded
husky and breathless.

"I am going to lick your cunny," the pirate said between
kisses.

"Oh! You can't possibly! That's so wicked!"

"Aye, and you are going to love it, too, my little tart,"

Abigail tried to move, but the pirate lowered her face and
kissed the top of the blonde's slit. Abigail's entire body
spasmed and her thighs gripped the pirate's head tightly.
For a moment she was paralyzed by the shock and Lissa took
advantage of it to force her tongue between the slick lips
and gently drag it across Abby's clit.

"Oh my God," the blonde babbled.

Abigail was unprepared for the sensation that shot through
her body. She cried out inarticulately as the redhead's
tongue danced over her sensitized clit. Her hands clutched
at the comforter as the gripping sensations tore at her
sanity. This is so wrong, her mind screamed, but her body
didn't care. Abigail felt like she was being devoured alive;
the pirate's tongue seemed impossibly long and soft. She
felt the now familiar clenching and unclenching of her inner
muscles that announced her climax was near.

"No," Abigail moaned, she fought to keep herself from
enjoying it. She knew she couldn't give in to the pleasure
without loosing her immortal soul, but it felt so good. In
the end she shrieked in pleasure as the bottle burst and her
orgasm ripped through her. She was swimming in a red tide of
pleasure, but Lissa did not stop the stimulation and before
the powerful contractions had died a second orgasm tore
through her. She screamed then, a feral scream that startled
her that it could have come from her lips. Lissa continued
to lash her clit and she felt another orgasm building.

Can she do this to me forever? Abigail thought. She was
doomed now, she had enjoyed the pirate's blasphemous caress.
Abigail ceased to fight and rode the waves of pleasure,
oblivious to the deeper implications. Her final coherent
thought was God help me, I never want this to end.

When she returned to herself she was still on the pirates
bed on her back. Lissa was holding her and kissing her
eyelids. Abigail remembered the pleasure, remembered what
she had done, the shame was great, but not as great as the
wish to do it again.

"How do you feel?" Lissa whispered.

"I feel wonderful,"

"Good, now it's your turn,"

"My turn?"

Rather than answering the female Pirate disengaged herself
and swung a leg over Abigail's head. Abby found herself
looking close up at the woman's sex. Lissa's cunny was fat,
her mount easily larger than Abigail's own. Her lips were
prominent and a coral color that contrasted with the bronzed
skin. They gaped open to expose the inner folds, which were
a very bright pink. The whole area was covered in the
glistening sheen of her juices.

"I don't know what to do," Abby murmured.

"Just stick your tongue out and lick, I will make sure you
find the right spots," the pirate said. Her fingers traveled
down to pry her sticky lips apart, and she lowered herself
until Abigail's nose was touching her pubic hair. Abigail
tentatively put her tongue out and licked. The pirate's skin
was velvety soft, and glided beneath her tongue easily. Abby
became aware of a strange flavor; one she had never tasted
anything like before. It was sweet, but tangy with
undertones of salt. She could not believe it, but as her
tongue returned to the pirate's lips she admitted to herself
that she liked it.

Abigail continued to lap at the Frenchwoman's slit like a
cat, not sure if she was doing it right. She had given up on
saving her soul and now just wanted to make the pirate feel
as good as she had been made to feel. Lissa adjusted her
hips and groaned.

"Yes, just there, but leave your tongue out," she hissed.

Abigail continued to lick, following the pirate's
instruction, and soon Lissa's body stiffened and she began
to quake. Abigail remembered how good it had felt when Lissa
continued as her own orgasm rocked her so she did not stop,
but redoubled her efforts.

"Yess... There... Oh! Oh gods, yes... Like that..." Lissa
ejaculated. She then grabbed Abby's hair and began to grind
her cunny into the Englishwoman's startled face. Abigail
felt like she would drown as her nose and lips were covered
in the pirate's copious juices. Eventually, Lissa calmed
down and released her head. Abigail licked her lips
tentatively and then with more determination, she could not
seem to get enough of the pirate's cream.

Lissa fell off of her and curled up into a ball. She shook
as she hugged herself and then slowly uncoiled to stretch
out on the bed. "Damn woman! I have been with harlots who
couldn't make me feel like that!"

Abby moved to the pirates side and smiled when Lissa
enfolded her in her strong arms. It may be wrong, but I
don't care, she thought.  She took the pirate's rough words
as praise and for the first time in her life she felt like
she belonged, was wanted and was appreciated.  She drifted
off to sleep with Lissa stroking her fine blonde hair.

---

Two days of clear weather and smooth sailing followed the
night of her surrender to Lissa's caress. Abby was withdrawn
and introspective, her mind in such turmoil she spent the
days in a trancelike state or mechanically cleaning the
stateroom to keep busy. Lissa seemed to understand and
initiated no more physical contact, although when they ate
Abby could feel the pirate's eyes on her.

She awoke alone in the big bed on the third morning out. The
room was too dark and the ship creaked ominously. She
hurriedly pulled on her dress and opened one of the windows.
The sea was a roiling mass of angry gray waves. The horizon
was lost in a haze and the sky was the same leaden gray as
the sea. She knew something was wrong, but her passage had
been unusually calm and Abby had never seen a storm at sea.

Throughout the morning the size of the waves increased and
with them the rocking of the ship. Abigail soon became
violently ill and vomited frequently into a bucket. By the
time the rains began she was lying on the floor, holding
onto the bucket and was so weak she thought she would faint.
The door opened and the storm blew a spray of water in as
Lissa entered. Abby was too sick to look up and just closed
her eyes. She expected some rebuke, or laughter but all was
quiet, save for the howling wind and creaking of timbers.
Abby barely opened her eyes, and found the prate gazing at
her with pity on her face.

Lissa walked to a cabinet on the wall and took out a vial
with a greenish liquid in it. She left then, but returned
shortly with a steaming jack of ale. Abby watched her
through silted eyes. She was curious despite her misery.
Lissa knelt next to her and gently lifted the blonde's head.
She held the jack to Abby's lips and when the smaller woman
refused to drink, she pinched her nose shut. When Abby was
forced to open her mouth to breathe the pirate poured the
warm ale in. Abby had no choice but to swallow, even though
her stomach protested violently.

Lissa murmured endearments to her and gently stroked her
hair. She cleaned Abby up with a wet cloth and then picked
her up like a child and carried her to the bed. Abby
impulsively hugged her and the pirate stiffened and then
stood up straight.

"Rest girl, let the medicine do its work," she said and
stalked out of the cabin. Abigail was confused at the
woman's reaction, it was almost as if she had been
embarrassed that Abby had seen her being tender.

For three long days the storm battered the ship. The wind
howled and shrieked and the waves crashed. Abby was sure it
was divine retribution and waited for the sea to drag them
under with a fatalism that was second nature to her.
Whatever the captain had forced her to drink it was
amazingly potent. Abby's seasickness abated, but she slept
even through the worst of the storm and when awake she was
very drowsy.

Sometime during the third night the storm died out. Abby
awoke to sunlight streaming in through the stained glass
windows. She rose and relieved herself and was just
straightening her dress when the door to the cabin opened
and Lissa stumbled in. She looked like she was dead on her
feet and when she stumbled again and caught herself on the
corner of the table Abby ran across the cabin to steady her.

The tall pirate was soaked to the bone and shivering. Abby
began to work the heavy brass buttons of her waistcoat
loose. Lissa tried to stop her, but Abby swatted the
pirate's hands away and continued. The heavy fabric was
soaked and it was almost all Abby could do to get it off the
tall pirates shoulders.  Once it was off her shoulders it
fell to the floor and lay there in a soggy pile. The white
silk shirt was soaked too, and Lissa's breasts were easy to
see through the nearly transparent fabric. Abby hesitated
only a moment and undid the laces at the throat.

"Arret!  Ne pas me toucher!," Lissa muttered. Abigail
ignored her and pulled the silk shirt over the pirate's
head. She dropped it onto the floor and started to work
Lissa's belt, trying to ignore both the weapon and her
captor's breasts. Lissa protested weakly, but seemed
incapable of doing more than slurring epitaphs. The belt
came off and Abby went to work on the drawers; these, too,
were soaked and she had a great deal of trouble with the
knot. When it gave she gently pushed Lissa causing her to
fall heavily into the chair behind her. The blonde knelt and
removed the pirate's boots and breeches then, leaving her
nude.

Now Abby was forced to look at Lissa's body, she had figure
out how to get the taller woman into her bed. First she
found a semi clean towel and dried the pirate's skin. She
could not help but look and to her intense shame she found
her eyes wandering to Lissa's cunny. She felt a knotting in
her stomach, but tried to ignore it as she tried to lift the
pirate from her seat.

"Vous etes une salope" Lissa muttered and tried to pull away
from Abby. The little Englishwoman flinched at the harsh
words, but managed to get her arm around the pirate's back
and hoist her to a semi erect position.

"Vous etes une chienne"

"I am not a dog! I am trying to help!"

"Vous filth. Vous l'animal sale,"

"Oui, je suis!" Abby said matter of factly. This simple
statement caused the pirate to stop and then she grinned
weakly. Lissa straightened somewhat and tried to help Abby
get her to the bed. Abby staggered towards the big bed,
supporting most of Lissa's weight. Like two drunks they
groped their way to the bed with Lissa leaning heavily on
poor Abby's shoulder.  By the time she managed to let Lissa
collapse on the bed Abby was panting. She was not used to
such exertion.

It was another two minutes of shoving, pushing and coaxing
before she finally got Lissa under the heavy blankets. Lissa
was shivering even under the heavy blanket and her skin was
hot to the touch. She was calling out in French now and
babbling in a mix of French and Spanish. Abby knew that high
fevers sometimes made people delirious, but could not
remember what was to be done. She was not at all sure what
to do next, but decided that she had to stop Lissa from
shivering first. Abby crawled into the bed and snuggled up
close to the pirate. The thin linen of her chemise did
little to block the heat radiating from the pirate's body.

Abby lay there holding the tall woman tightly and slowly the
Frenchwoman began to relax, her shivering slowed and then
stopped as their combined body heat made it almost
unbearably hot for Abby under the blanket. She held Lissa
tenderly and whispered comforting words to the pirate until
she seemed to go to sleep. Abby lay there a long time, just
holding Lissa close and listening to her ragged breathing.
At some point she must have dozed off, for she came suddenly
awake to find the room suffused in a dim light. Evening or
Morning? She asked herself. It was impossible to tell. She
was lying with her head in the crook of Lissa's arm, but did
not remember when the tall woman rolled over. Abigail
propped herself up on one arm and looked at the woman next
to her.

Lissa's hair was a tangled mess, but it was very beautiful,
framing her angular face and softening it. Her breasts lay
flat against her body with the long thick nipples standing
out from the puckered aureoles. She looked so soft in sleep,
so feminine without the swords and boots. Abby reached out
and very gently traced her fingertip around Lissa's left
nipple. Her skin was so soft, it felt like the finest silk
to Abby, as her finger glided across it. Abby continued to
gently trace her fingers around the stiffening nipple until
Lissa moaned softly in her sleep.

Abigail was now curious, as well as aroused. She carefully
slipped the blankets off the pirate hoping not to wake her.
Once the blankets were off, Abby took in the sight of
Lissa's long shapely legs. The Englishwoman's eyes traveled
up toward the juncture of her captor's legs and the treasure
that was exposed there. Their first night together there had
been very little opportunity for Abby to really examine
Lissa's cunny. Now she found herself drawn to it, her
curiosity overcoming her reservations. Lissa's mound was
plump and ripe, standing out prominently from her body. Her
outer lips were full and gaped open slightly, allowing the
inquisitive English woman to make out soft pink folds of the
inner labia.

Abby carefully crawled between the pirates legs, almost
unconscious of what she was doing; gently moving them open
until she could get a really close up view. She was now
lying between Lissa's legs on her stomach, with her arms
resting on the pirate's thighs. Abby very carefully pulled
the pirate's lips apart and gazed at the bright pink of her
most secret place. She examined it curiously, eventually
zeroing in on the clitoral hood. Abby remembered how good
Lissa had made her feel when she concentrated her tongue
there.  At least, Abby was pretty sure that this was the
area where it had felt so intense.

Abigail felt strangely, a tingling sensation from head to
toe and the almost overwhelming desire to touch Lissa. Her
mouth was watering and she found herself sucking on her
lower lip. Somewhere deep inside, a battle was raging, one
of the heart's passion versus the ingrained teachings of the
head. Two days of internal strife worked itself out in two
long seconds. Screwing up her courage Abby lowered her face
to Lissa's sex and gently ran her tongue along the satiny
furrow. The flavor was different than she remembered, less
sweet, tangier, with definite overtones of saltiness. When
her tongue grazed Lissa's partially exposed clit the pirate
groaned and her eyes snapped open.

"Que est-ce qui a passe?" Lissa murmured sleepily.

Abby started and blushed crimson. "I'm sorry, I didn't... I
mean I don't... I..."

"Its all right ma cher, go ahead and take your time," Lissa
said softly and spread her legs wide. Abby looked intently
at the redhead's face, but the green eyes showed no
contempt, only a tender amusement. Abby smiled unsurely and
settled back down between the pirate's silken thighs. Her
fingers gently explored the outside of Lissa's flower,
stroking her mound and reveling in the soft feel of her
skin. She noticed that Lissa's cunny was becoming damp and a
strong, musky aroma was beginning to become evident. Abby
traced her finger along the pirate's lips and found a sticky
wetness on her fingertip. She brought it to her nose and
daintily sniffed at it. Abby wrinkled her nose causing Lissa
to chuckle.

Abby looked up, hoping for some instruction, but the green-
eyed woman was merely watching her. The little blonde
touched the tip of her tongue to her finger and the strong
flavor of Lissa's cream filled her mouth. She moved her face
back and began to lap at Lissa's cunny, searching for more
of the magic elixir. After a while, the pirate's sex
glistened with the mixture of Abby's saliva and her own
juices. Abby noticed that Lissa's hips had begun to make
small jerking motions. Abby looked up again to see Lissa's
head was thrown back, her eyes closed and a dreamy, far away
expression was on her face. Abby thought she looked like she
was in heaven and returned to her feast.

Soon she earned what she really wanted, for the pirate
uttered a few exclamations and then tangled her hands in
Abby's flaxen tresses. Lissa firmly guided Abby's mouth to
her erect clit.

"There, little one, right there, Mmmmm yes,"

The small organ was erect, smooth and slick, like a pebble
coated in oil, Abby thought. She licked at it tentatively
producing a shudder from the redheaded pirate. Abby
remembered the pirate's tongue lashing back and forth over
her bud and emulated it, moving her tongue frantically as
Lissa's hips began to bounce.

"Oh... Gods!... Ohhhhh..."

Abby sucked hard pulling the button completely from its cave
and pressed her lips tightly over it. Lissa shrieked and her
whole body seemed to quiver. Abby felt a flood of wetness on
her chin, but refused to release her hold on Lissa's clit.
She kept at it, driving the pirate to a second orgasm and
then a third. Finally Lissa pulled her head away and sat up.
Wrapping Abby in her arms she lay back, dragging the smaller
woman on top of her.

"Mon Deau!"

Abby lay there, cradled to the pirate's breast. After a
while Lissa began to stroke her hair and gently rock her.
Abigail had not realized how anxious she had been over
Lissa's health, or how much the constant emotional turmoil
had taken out of her and she fell asleep almost instantly,
with a contented smile on her face.

----

After that night Abby's life fell into something resembling
a routine. She woke each morning to go help the cook get
breakfast ready for the crew. His name was Enrico and he was
from Madrid. They became fast friends when he discovered she
could speak Spanish, he seemed to enjoy conversing in his
own tongue. He was not a bad man, but rather an unlucky one
who had crossed the wrong man in the matter of a lady. His
choices had been piracy or the goal.

After that she would clean up the stateroom and then spend
some time on deck watching the men and the sea. She got to
know many of the crew and was startled when she realized
they were nothing like their evil image. The were happy men,
who sang and danced, joked with one another and generally
seemed more of a family than any she had known.

Rolf, the first mate, had come out on a Dutch trader and
spent two years in a Spanish goal for smuggling. He was a
taciturn man, but had a kind heart, which he infrequently
showed her. The navigator was a Scotsman named Cavendish who
certainly could look fearsome, but he also laughed easily
and played the harp at night for the men. There were a few
bad ones, but Abigail avoided them and they steered clear of
her. No one seemed ready to brave Lissa's ire and Abigail
sensed she was something of an oddity to the crew.

In the evenings after dinner she would sew or read. The hold
was filled with booty including many books. She learned from
one of the men that Lissa expressly forbid them to damage
books. Once the late watch came on Lissa would come to her.
Every night it seemed the Frenchwoman would take her to new
heights of passion and Abigail slowly learned to bring her
captor as much if not greater pleasure.

One day she decided to give the captain's stateroom a
feminine touch or two. It grew from a bit of cleaning to a
major project. She made several changes, even enlisting some
of the men to help her move furniture around. When she was
done the room looked very nice while remaining comfortable.
Lissa seemed amused by her efforts at being a homemaker, but
said nothing. That night the sex was better than it had ever
been and Abigail went to sleep very content.

----

The next evening they sighted a ship and when it hailed them
men were sent out in the long boat. Abigail watched from the
forecastle as the little schooner with the white flag raised
took the pirates onboard. The party returned with a paper
that Lissa read. Abby would find cause to wonder what it
said, for everything changed and her happiness was slowly
crushed out of her from the moment that letter arrived.

That night Lissa was demanding in bed and seemed irritated.
Nothing Abby did was right and after a short while the
pirate threw her from the bed and went to sleep. Abby spent
a miserable night curled up in a chair. She was
uncomfortable, but what really made her miserable was
Lissa's anger.

It got no better the next day. Lissa confined her to the
stateroom and when she forgot and went up on deck it was
bad. The tall woman saw her and bounded across the deck to
deliver a stinging backhanded slap. She then proceeded to
kick, curse and beat her as Abigail frantically tried to get
back into the captain's quarters. Lissa stripped her and
stowed her clothes in the sea chest with the big iron lock.

"Go out like that whore," she sneered as she left.

Abby cried for hours, her world had been turned upside down
and she had no idea why. She didn't have the slightest
inkling of what she had done wrong or how to make it right.
All she knew was that she hurt, was embarrassed by her
nakedness and was wretchedly lonely.

Lissa stalked in late that night, reeking of rum. Abigail
looked fearfully at her, the green eyes burned with a
strange intensity that only frightened her more. Lissa did
not say a word, but crossed to where Abigail was sitting and
forced her to her knees. The Captain undid the drawstring on
her breeches and then dug her hands into Abby's blonde
locks. Lissa pulled the scared girl's face tightly against
her cunt and began to grind it against Abby's lips and nose.
Abby was so shocked she didn't even protest as Lissa ground
herself to orgasm and then pushed her away. The pirate
pulled up her breeches and stalked out of the room, leaving
Abby in a daze on the floor.

For the rest of the week it continued in this fashion. Lissa
would use her whenever she seemed to want it, but would
otherwise avoid her entirely. Eventually even this contact
ceased. The Pirate took to sleeping on deck and not even
coming to the stateroom for sex. Abigail felt lonely,
trapped and utterly miserable.

This is my punishment, she thought often. My punishment for
enjoying that woman's blasphemous caress. Abigail found it
even more unbearable because she longed for the
Frenchwoman's touch. Even the short, brutal, one-sided
attacks were better than being totally ignored.

Lissa came in one morning nearly a week later. She opened
the sea chest and tossed Abby her dress and petticoats.

"Get dressed. A ship lies off the beam and your father has
brought the ransom,"

Abigail dutifully dressed and followed the pirate out onto
the deck. The sun was brilliant and it stung her eyes after
the long period indoors. When they had adjusted she saw a
large Brig anchored off a beautiful little cove. There was a
pretty white beach with lush green foliage behind it. She
recognized the union jack flying from the masthead of the
Brig. She was none too gently lowered into a long boat and
the men began to pull on the oars. Lissa sat across from her
and stared ahead, seemingly lost in thought. Once they were
aboard the Brig a man she recognized as her father met them.

"Are you hurt child?" he asked in that cold voice she
remembered from child hood.

"No father, I am fine,"

"Then they have not..."

"Her maidenhead is intact," Lissa interrupted, "She is still
fresh as a daisy for her waiting husband"

"Is this true?" her father asked.

"No man has touched me father," Abigail said with her eyes
downcast. She knew her face was crimson. It was
discomforting to be talked about as if she were not human,
but a breeding animal.

"Very well, there is your ransom Pirate. Enjoy it while you
may. I will personally come to see you swing from the
yardarm when they catch you,"

The pirates hauled the chests aboard the long boat while
both parties stood facing one another in an uncomfortable
silence. When the ransom was aboard the longboat Abigail
watched them row back to the ship. The Raven's sails
unfurled and the ship moved quickly out of the cove. Abigail
watched until it was just a dot on the horizon, even with
the abuse she knew her heart was still on that ship. She
wept then, finally giving vent to the emotions that she had
tried to keep in check all morning.

---

Tomorrow was her wedding day, but Abigail was past caring.
She had been in her father's home for over a month now, but
she had not found the ability to smile. Her days were
haunted by the constant presence of her husband to be, who
had survived the long trip in the longboats. Her nights were
haunted by the Pirate queen who had opened her eyes to
sensual pleasure and stolen her heart.

She sat at the vanity in her room, idly brushing her hair.
She had dismissed Rosa, the Spanish girl her father had
hired to be her maid. She looked up as the door opened and a
gray haired man entered.

"Grandfather!" she exclaimed rushing into the old man's
arms.

"How is my little Angel?" he asked after the embrace broke.

"Miserable."

"Oh? This is supposed to be the happiest time of your life.
Sit down and tell me all about it child."

Abigail sat on the bed and told the old man everything.
Omitting only the nights of passion with Lissa. When she
finished the wise-old eyes stared at her. She felt he knew
exactly what she had left out and blushed a deep crimson.

"And you met the Black Queen herself?"

"Yes, grandfather."

"What did you think of her?"

"Old Pete is still alive. I never would have believed it,"
her grandfather said when Abby hesitated. He seemed to know
that questions about the pirate captain would be uncomfortable
to her and avoided them. She wished her father
were more like his father.

"Why have you never spoken of him?" she asked.

"He was my first mate. I never spoke of him because it
wasn't good form. I was a privateer lass, but I also took a
prize here and there that warn't Spanish. You see child, I
was a pirate as well. Your grandmother knew of course, but
it was a secret we kept from the rest of the family,"

"Grandfather, I don't want to marry this man. Isn't there
anything that can be done?"

"That, my child, is up to you," the old man said rising, "If
you have any of your old Grampy in you, you will not stand
for it, but rest now. I will speak to my son and see if
there is naught I can do,"
_____________

Her wedding day was upon her. Abigail had given up all hope
when her grandfather had returned and said her father was
adamant. He would not allow her to break her engagement even
when the old man threatened to cut him out of the will. So
now she boarded the carriage that would take her to mass
with her betrothed. Gerald wore his finest outfit, a
broadcloth waistcoat and velvet trousers with a ludicrously
large cod piece. Her grandfather was standing there as they
boarded the fine coach. He waved at her, and then gave her a
wink. The same one he had often given her when she was a
child and he had sneaked her outside the house to play
behind his wife's back. She wondered what it could mean.

After mass she would return to the big house and don her
wedding dress. From there she would ride to the church and
be married. She didn't dare contemplate what would happen
after that. In all honesty, she had almost made up her mind
to take her own life rather than face eternity as Lady
Abercrombie.

The carriage rolled slowly out into the street. It was a big
day and people crowded the plaza to get a look at the
blushing bride. Abigail was staring out when she saw a
familiar face. She turned her head to get a closer look and
recognized Enrico. The pirate cook gave her a wink. Abigail
recognized others in the crowd, Rolf, Old Pete and Diego
among them. She looked forward and sat back, not sure what
she should do.

"Is something the matter my pet?" Gerald asked.

"Nothing," she responded automatically.

"I know it is a lot of excitement," he said as his hand
rested on her knee. "But soon it will be just the two of us
in our bedroom," The unwanted contact, and his lecherous
smile, made her want to slap him.

With a sudden shout and the firing of a pistol the pirates
attacked the carriage. Rolf grabbed the horses and held them
steady while Diego knocked the driver unconscious. Enrico
bounded into the carriage and grappled with Gerald. Old Pete
pulled the footman off the back and held the onlookers at
bay with his other pistol and cutlass.

Gerald fought like a man possessed. He had been humiliated
once and against the small pirate he seemed to feel he had
the advantage. Abigail was pushed onto her back as the two
fought.

"Hurry up ya damned fool!" Pete exclaimed as the surprise of
the attack started to wear off and the men of the village
began to approach.

Gerald managed to throw Enrico to the floor of the carriage
and draw his sword. He was standing on the seat and with a
vicious laugh prepared to run then small man through.
Abigail reacted instantly and shot out her leg. Her delicate
boot impacted upon the large codpiece and Gerald was flung
over the seat with a screech. Diego and Rolf snapped the
traces and the horses began to run. Old Pete discharged his
second pistol causing the men to dive for cover.

"Thank You, Senorita," the little pirate said as he sat in
the seat next to her.

"No, thank you. But why have you done this?"

"Captain's orders," the little man grinned, but would answer
no more questions.
______________________________________________

Abigail was surprised when the carriage stopped near a small
bay and she saw the Raven riding at anchor. They had been
riding for over three hours and she was totally lost. On the
beach a longboat waited to take them to the ship. Once
aboard she was ushered into the Captain's cabin. She noticed
the men all smiled at her and seemed happy to have her back
aboard, it made her feel good inside to be back among those
she considered friends.

Inside Lissa stood staring out a window at the sea with her
back to Abigail. She wore her customary black outfit, but
curiously not her swords. She did not turn to face Abigail
and after a while the silence became unbearable.

"Why have you brought me here?" Abby blurted out.

Lissa sighed heavily and collapsed into the plush chair
behind her writing table, the very chair Abby had slept in
that first bad night. Abigail saw it then, the lines in her
beautiful face, and the bags under her eyes. Her whole body
spoke of deep fatigue, and her eyes were red.

"I am a child of the sea lass. Always she has been my
mistress, and never have I longed for any other. Then I met
you. After having you with me the sea has lost its charm,
the once vibrant blues are pale. I ransomed you to your
father without a thought, but as the days passed I realized
that I missed you, more than I could ever have foreseen,"

"I thought you hated me? You beat me and then ignored me?"

"I tried to treat you like a thing, to make you less than
human. I was afraid of what I felt for you, afraid of the
consequences, but when I heard you were to be married off to
some fat plantation owner's son I grieved. I became listless
and my control over the crew began to slip. Old Pete held
them together until they had reached the breaking point. He
came to me then and sobered me up, told me what I knew but
didn't want to admit,"

Abigail was confused. She had never seen Black Lissa in any
state other than completely in control. While she was a
prisoner here, again, she felt suddenly as if she were the
captor.

"What was it you admitted?' she asked finally in a quiet
voice.

"You really don't know do you?" the redheaded woman asked
with amusement and sorrow both showing on her face.

"No, I don't," Abby admitted.

"Then I am lost," the woman said, a tear forming in her eye.
Abigail saw how red they were, it had not been a trick of
the light.

"I...don't understand,"

The tall woman sighed heavily and stood up. She moved to
stand directly before Abigail and then spoke in a quiet and
utterly defeated voice.

"Then I shall tell you. I am in love with you Abigail
Rodgers. I had hoped to rescue you from a forced marriage. I
thought to keep you as my prisoner, as I had before, but I
cannot. I never wish to hurt you again."

Abigail was shocked. She could not believe she had heard a
profession of love from this woman. She simply stood there,
in a stunned silence. Lissa stared at her with an expression
that spoke of forlorn hope. When Abigail did not respond at
all, the woman's face returned to the sorrowful expression
Abigail had seen when she was first brought before the
pirate queen.

"I will have my men return you to the island," Lissa said
abruptly and turned on her heel. Her hand was on the door
before Abby found her voice.

"Wait!" she called out.

Lissa turned and looked over her shoulder, "Yes?"

"I do not wish to return,"

"As you will. I will take you wherever you wish to go, even
back to England if that is your desire."

"You misunderstand me, I do not wish to leave this ship, or
your side. I have never known such happiness as those days
when you were kind to me. I love you too, but I will not be
beaten and abused. If you truly want me for your own, then I
accept, but only as your. God, words fail me,"

"Wife?" the pirate asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Yes, blasphemy as it is. Only as your wife, not as your
concubine,"

"Very well. A wedding was planned for today, and a wedding
there shall be!"

---

In a small cove on the north end of the island the Raven
rode at anchor. The ship creaked and groaned in the slight
breeze. Small breakers caused the great ship to rock gently,
like a crib in a mother's hand. It was a very good omen, as
old Pete would say.

Abigail had spent the rest of the day and most of the
evening in the captain's quarters. At dusk the mate and some
sailors had hauled a large bronze tub in. Enrico had smiled
at her and backed out after it had been filled with hot
water. Fragrant oils had been added and the steam smelled
deliciously like roses. Abigail had been unable to resist
the urge to take a relaxing bath. She had dozed in the warm,
sweet smelling water, and awakened only to find the water
cold.

She rose and began to dry herself when she noticed the dress
on the bed. It was beautiful, made of the finest lace and
brocade. It was a wedding dress and she wondered just where
it had come from. Probably booty from a captured ship, she
thought with the trace of a smile. Whoever had ordered it
had had a penchant for lace and brocade. She had never seen
such an elegant gown. She carefully dressed herself then,
feeling an excitement and apprehension as well. The under
things were also of the finest materials and felt exquisite
against her skin. She had just pulled her veil down when
there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Tis me mi'lady. Old Pete,"

"Come in," she said and laughed when she saw the old pirate
in a fine waistcoat and breeches. He looked so totally
uncomfortable that she was unable to keep from giggling.

Pete smiled back and led her to a long boat that rowed them
to the shore. All the men wore their best and all smiled at
her and wished her happiness. Once onshore she saw that a
large fire had been built. There were a lot of people around
it drinking and eating, many were prostitutes, but she
recognized a few women from town who apparently had lovers
among the crew. She also recognized many of the people who
had traveled from other British possessions to be at her
wedding. Try as she might she could not explain that to
herself.

One man she did not recognize. He wore a black cape and kept
away from her, always in the shadows. He seemed familiar,
but she could not quite put her finger on his identity.
Cavendish played a few songs and she danced with many of the
men and soon forgot the mysterious stranger. It wasn't the
formal wedding she had always dreamed of, but it was
infinitely nicer.

She caught a glimpse of Lissa as she and several of the
pirates approached the fire. They seemed to be leading a
captive, but she wasn't sure. When Lissa came into the
firelight, Abigail forgot all else. The tall Pirate wore a
broad brimmed black hat with a plume. A velvet waistcoat of
Navy blue with lots of shining brass buttons and black
breeches. She also wore her sea boots and swords. Abigail
smiled when she noticed Lissa also wore a codpiece. She was
without a doubt the most handsome creature Abigail had ever
seen.  Lissa held up her arms and the music ceased, all eyes
were upon the Pirate Queen.

"My friends, you have come here today to witness my wedding.
My bride as many of you know is a God fearing woman, and so
we have to do this right. Bring the padre," she called. The
man who had been held captive was brought forward. He was
obviously a priest of some status, and Abigail blanched when
she realized he was the very priest who was to have married
her to Gerald.

Lissa looked at her then, with those green eyes sparkling.
Abigail was touched; she knew the pirate did not believe in
her God. This then was totally for her. It made her want to
burst with the affection she felt for the handsome pirate.

"You cannot expect me to do this!" the priest proteseted,
"Tis blasphemy of the vilest sort!" Lissa turned on him and
glowered. The fat priest took a step backward, his
indignation seemingly less powerful than Black Lissa's
stare.

"My dear father, tonight there will be a wedding or a
funeral on this beach. You may preside at the wedding or be
guest of honor at the funeral. The choice is yours," Lissa
said easily.

"Even black hearted rogues of your sort would not kill a man
of the cloth!"

"Of course not. Luckily I have two men in my crew who don't
see you as a priest," she said indicating the two giant
Negroes, "they see you as a white devil,"

Abigail knew the two men somewhat. They were brothers from
Africa, but both had been educated in France. They looked
fearsome, but were two of the gentlest men she had ever met.
She had liked them both, but never had learned their names.
It seemed they were unpronounceable in English.

When the priest saw them he swallowed hard. He started to
speak again, but Lissa nodded to the blacks and both drew
their swords. In the flickering firelight the taller of them
winked at Abby.

"Well, since she is a good daughter of the church I suppose
I must do all I can to help," the priest said visibly
paling.

"Of course Padre," Lissa said with a smile. She walked to
where Abby was sitting and offered her hand. When she rose,
they stood before the priest who was busy getting his
vestments on.

"A final surprise for you my love," Lissa whispered. Abigail
was not able to ask what it was for the priest had begun the
ceremony. He seemed rushed, as if he wanted to get this over
with and get away. When he came to the part in the ceremony
where he asked "And who gives this woman away?" a silence
fell.

Abigail had assumed Old Pete would give her away. He was the
closest to her of the crew but the old pirate just smiled at
her and shook his head when she looked at him.

"I do," a strong voice called and the mysterious stranger
stepped into the light. Even before he threw off his cape
Abigail recognized him, "Grandfather!" she exclaimed and
rushed into his arms.

"Of course," the old man smiled, "Did you think I would miss
my angel's wedding?"

The old man took her hand and led her back to where Lissa
was standing with a radiant smile. He gently placed her hand
in the pirate's. When the ceremony ended Lissa pulled back
Abby's veil and kissed her tenderly. A great cheer went up
from the crowd and soon the music was going again as rum
flowed into every cup.

Abby drank little and spent most of the evening just holding
Lissa's hand. The pirate received the congratulations of
each crew member and from several people Abigail recognized
now as friends of her grandfather. She understood now that
her grandfather had gotten word to Lissa of what was going
on. He had given the pirates the time when they could best
take her without bloodshed. She had always loved the old
man, but now she loved him even more than ever.

It was late in the evening when Lissa led her to an awaiting
long boat. Her grandfather was there and hugged her once
more.

"Thank you," Abigail said with tears in her eyes.

"No tears my angel. This is a happy time. I will see you
again, for my home in Monserrat overlooks a sheltered cove.
Now go with your beloved and may God smile upon you both,"

"Do you think he can?" she asked suddenly serious.

"Of course he can child. He made you both, and allowed you
to meet and fall in love. If he did not intend it to happen
it would never have been so."

She hugged him again and took Lissa's hand as the Pirate
helped her into the boat and then joined her. The four
crewmen pulled at the oars and the warm Caribbean night
surrounded them. She could smell the salt water and hear the
wood creak and waves lap against the hull. Abigail leaned
against Lissa and felt a deep contentment. Her grandfather's
words dispelled the last of her reservations.

Soon they boarded the Raven and made their way to the
captain's cabin. Lissa opened the door but stopped Abigail
as she started to enter. Abigail looked at her questioningly
and was startled when Lissa scooped her up in her arms.

"I believe tis customary for me to carry you across the
threshold, is it not?"

"It is indeed," Abigail said with a smile.

Once inside the pirate gently placed her on the deck and
went to the sideboard where she poured them both a drink.
She handed one goblet to Abby and then raised her own, "To
us."

The amber liquid turned out to be a rich peach brandy.
Abigail took a second sip, and then a third. Soon her goblet
was empty. She felt excited and flushed, but curiously shy
considering all that had passed between herself and the
dashing captain. For her part, Lissa seemed nervous and ill
at ease. They both stared at each other for a long time and
then Abigail began to giggle. Lissa laughed too, and
embraced her tightly. Their lips met in a passionate kiss;
Lissa's tongue explored Abigail's mouth while the smaller
woman sucked gently on it.

When the kiss broke Lissa retrieved a small wooden chest and
placed it on the table. She opened it to reveal an
unbelievable number of gemstones. Abby saw diamonds, rubies,
emeralds and all manner of lesser gems. Lissa smiled and
said, "This is my wedding gift to you,"

"There must be a king's ransom there.  I could buy The
Brambles with that," Abby blurted out, "but I have no gift
to give you!"

"Really?" Lissa said with an enigmatic smile, "I was under
the impression that you do, but we shall see."

The tall pirate stepped closer and enfolded Abby in her
arms. Abigail looked up in time to see the redhead bend to
press her lips against Abby's. At the first contact
Abigail's lips parted and the Frenchwoman's tongue slipped
between them. As Lissa's tongue unhurriedly explored her
mouth Abby gently caressed the pirate's tongue with her own.
Abby tentatively pressed her own tongue against Lissa's and
the pirate's withdrew. Emboldened, Abby thrust her tongue
into Lissa's mouth. The pirate's mouth tasted of brandy and
rum and soon Abby's tongue was tingling, but she also found
small pockets that tasted all together different; she sought
out these pockets as her tongue explored Lissa's mouth. She
felt the pirate's teeth, caressed her pallet and the insides
of her cheeks. Lissa groaned and thrust her tongue back into
Abby's mouth. Their tongues twined then, pressing and
slipping against one another as their embrace tightened.

"Gods! You set my blood on fire," Lissa exclaimed when the
kiss finally broke. Abby smiled and kissed the pirate
queen's chin.

Lissa bent, gently kissed her nose and began to undo the
many buttons and ties of the dress. Abby felt like it would
never come off and helped where she could. In no time Abby
was standing in her stockings and boots with her clothes
strewn on the floor about her. Lissa picked her up in her
arms and kissed her again as she moved to the bed and dumped
Abby onto it. She stood back and removed her hat and sword
belt.

Abby could not take her eyes off the handsome pirate as she
stripped off her shirt and removed the codpiece. Lissa
stared at Abby as she undid the drawstring of her pants and
eased them down.

"My God!" Abby exclaimed as she stared. Around the pirates
slim waist was a broad girdle, attached to the front of it
was a large black phallus. Lissa laughed at her bride's
embarrassment and stroked the large shaft.

"Like it?"

"I... Where... How?"

"The crew had it made for me in Tortuga. Their wedding gift
to us. I flatter myself that the size of it reflects their
respect for me,"

The pirate moved to the bed and sat holding a leg up. Abby
quickly helped her out of her high sea boots. Lissa spread
her legs and Abby knelt to examine the dildo. She touched it
carefully and felt the smooth, warm leather.

"How does it work?"

"Well, it serves as a substitute for the real thing. Men who
have been maimed have them made as well as ladies of a
certain temperament."

Abby traced her finger along the thick shaft, "Can you feel
that?"

"No, but watching you do it is certainly exciting enough."

"If you can't feel it how does it work?"

"Well, it sits upon the seat of pleasure," the Captain
replied, indicating the base. "When we are in the act it
should feel very good rubbing against me."

"Should?"

"I have never used one before. I have never wished to be a
man in bed, until I met you. I hope to be the husband you
have dreamed of," Lissa said earnestly. Abigail searched her
face for some hint of mockery but found none.

"Will it hurt?" she asked quietly.

"Yes. The first time is always painful, and you may bleed a
good deal,"

"Then why use it? You know how to make me feel so good
without it."

"Because you are my bride, and I intend to claim you. After
the first time it will not hurt and you will grow to love
it. At least most wenches I know who have been on the
receiving end of one have."

Lissa reached down and caught Abby's hands and gently pulled
her up. She then fell backwards onto the bed, dragging the
smaller blonde on top of her. Abby yelped in surprise and
then giggled before they kissed again. As the pirate worked
her tongue into Abby's mouth the little woman could feel
Lissa's hands on her ass.

Lissa's hands were warm and slid across the satin flesh
before digging into each globe to roughly massage them.
Abigail groaned as Lissa continued to work on her behind,
first a deep rough massage, then feather light stroking, she
had no idea that part of her anatomy would react so strongly
to the pirate's touch. Abby nearly bit Lissa's tongue in
surprise when he pirates finger began to gently massage her
rear entrance. The sensation was at once stimulating and
relaxing. The big pirate probed at Abby's rear with her
finger, slowly working her finger against the Englishwoman's
sphincter until it relaxed enough for her to push her finger
in up to the first knuckle.

Without warning the Pirate rolled over, taking the smaller
woman with her. Abby found herself on her back with Lissa
lying on her. She had been in this position before, but she
was very aware of the long hard object that was pressed
against her belly. Lissa's mouth moved from Abbey's lips to
her neck and slowly downward, stopping to lick, suck and nip
seemingly without any rhyme or reason. Abby felt that
delicious tightening sensation in her belly, the one she had
at first dreaded, but now relished. Her time away from the
Pirate had only made her want it more and she laughed when
she realized how wanton she was becoming.

When Lissa's mouth captured a stiff nipple and began to suck
and worry it with her tongue Abby forgot all else. She
sighed and moaned, tangling her hands in the thick red
tresses of her lover as the sensations grew from mildly
pleasurable to intense. Lissa moved from one to the other,
licking, sucking, even using her teeth to nip and tug at
Abby's nipples until the Englishwoman felt she would go mad.
Lissa had made her feel wonderful in the past, but the
pirate seemed to be determined to drive her insane on this,
their first night as husband and wife.

Lissa moved lower, tracing her tongue down Abigail's
sensitive skin to the pubic triangle and then even lower.
Abby was beside herself now and her hands stole to her
breasts to roll and massage her own nipples. The redhead
attacked her slit with tongue and mouth, working the
entrance, the lips and the soft inner folds, but avoiding
the stiff clit. Abby was moaning continuously now and
tossing her head from side to side. When her hips began to
jog involuntarily it seemed to be the signal the big woman
had been working towards.

Lissa rose to a kneeling position between Abby's splayed
thighs and situated herself. Abby watched through silted
lids as Lissa grasped her cock and began to stroke it slowly
up and down Abby's enflamed lips. Abby was mildly concerned
about the size of it, but it felt so good caressing her that
she didn't even think to protest.

When the head was slick with her juices Abby felt Lissa
probing the entrance to her body. By now all thoughts of
pain and fears were secondary to the burning desire she
felt. She concentrated on relaxing her body and holding
still for her lover. Lissa lined up the big cock and held it
on target with one hand while she slowly worked her hips
forward. She seemed to be having trouble keeping it where
she wanted it and getting enough pressure to force it
forward. Lissa changed her angle of approach and with a
frustrated snort forced her hips forward.

Abby gasped when the bulbous head forced past the inner lips
and into her virgin channel. It seemed to be huge, filling
her and stretching her. She felt fear clutch at her heart
then; surely it would rip her open? Lissa seemed to sense
her fear and did nothing more, just holding it there and
gently stroking her thighs until her bride adjusted to
having the head inside of her. The tall pirate carefully
leaned forward, supporting her weight on her hands until she
was looking directly into Abby's face.

"Abigail, you must relax. Twil hurt for a short span of
moments, but not long if you relax. If not there will be a
great deal of pain. I promised myself I would never hurt you
again, you have to help me here."

Abby nodded and Lissa smiled down on her. Abby saw such love
and concern in those green eyes that it made it feel as if
her heart would burst. Lissa was still smiling, talking
quietly to her when she drove forward without warning.
Abigail had never felt such pain, a tearing pain deep inside
of her body. A second lunge and the big dildo tore thorough
the last shreds of her maidenhead and buried itself deep
inside of her. The pain subsided to be replaced by a
sensation of being filled that was strange but pleasurable.
Abby became aware of Lissa kissing her cheeks and eyelids
and murmuring endearments to her.

"It's all right," Abby managed.

The worried look in her pirate's eyes was replaced with the
love and happiness she had always longed to see there. Abby
forgot her pain and wanted only to please this woman, for
the rest of her life.

"The deed is done. We can stop now and let you rest if you
wish," Lissa said softly.

"If you stop now, I will never speak to you again," Abby
said smiling. As the memory of the pain faded the arousal of
having Lissa so close reasserted itself. She still felt a
throbbing ache deep within her loins, but the fullness she
felt was partial compensation and the electric contact of
her skin with Lissa's was too delightful to dwell on the
pain.

Lissa smiled down on her and carefully reset her legs. She
drew back a bit causing the cock to retreat a bit and then
let her weight take it back. Abby gasped, not sure if it was
pain or pleasure that she felt.

"Wrap your legs around me. It will make it easier and reduce
the pain," Lissa whispered. Abbey did as she was bidden and
found that it did seem to make it less painful. Lissa slowly
got used to what she was doing and established a rhythm of
sorts. Her motions were still tentative and experimental,
but with each passing moment she became more bold and
confident. Abby gritted her teeth, but refused to let Lissa
see her discomfort. If it was important to her lover to do
this, then Abby would not let her down.

As the dildo slid in and out it became coated in her juices.
The lubrication eased the friction until it was sliding in
and out without the painful friction she had felt earlier.
The sensation of being full, then empty, then deliciously
full again soon became extremely enjoyable and Abby found
herself pushing her hips upwards to meet Lissa's downward
thrusts. Now both began to enjoy the pleasure of it without
having to worry about pain. Abby heard herself begin to moan
and whimper and the peculiar squeaking sounds began again.
Lissa had her eyes closed, it was evident to Abby that she
was enjoying it, and was fighting her own climax to prolong
Abby's pleasure.

Abbey would never know how long it went on. A minute? An
Hour? An eternity? All she knew was she was riding the waves
of pleasure towards a shattering orgasm and when it came it
was overwhelming in it's intensity. She screamed when the
damn burst, a scream of pleasure so loud it totally eclipsed
Lissa's shout of joy.

When they came down they were still entertained. Lissa was
gently stroking her hair. Abby heaved a great sigh of
contentment. Lissa was still inside her, but the dull ache
was nothing compared to the joy she felt. She was almost
sorry when her lover pulled out and rolled over next to her.

No words were exchanged, just kisses and a warm embrace.
Abby fell asleep with her head in the crook of Lissa's arm.


She awoke alone in the big bed. The sheets were gone and she
was shivering. The rolling motion told her Raven was no
longer at anchor, and the sounds of the sea against the hull
made her sure they were in the open sea. Abby donned her
dress as quickly as she could and made her way onto the
deck. A stiff, cool breeze filled the sails and caused her
to shiver again.

She made her way to the aftercastle where Lissa stood at the
wheel. She wore breeches and a shirt of linen today, both
white as the sails. Her red hair was flying free and her
sword belt was back around her hips.

Abby moved next to her and was grateful when Lissa removed
one hand from the great wheel and pulled her close.

"The whole world is ours my love. We have but one thing to
do and then we will go wherever your heart desires."

"My heart is happy, as long as I am with you I care not what
our destination is."

The men on deck were all looking at her and Abby felt a bit
self conscious, it was then that she noticed the bloody
sheet was flying where a flag usually did. She colored
furiously and looked accusingly at Lissa.

"Tis Tradition," the Pirate Queen laughed, "but it serves a
more important purpose today than showing my virility or
that you came to me chaste."

"What Purpose?"

Lissa pointed to a spit of land, "Tis the entrance to the
harbor. When we sail past, there will be no way your father
can miss the ship, or the flag. The whole island will know
you have been taken to wife."

"Why do you embarrass me so?" Abigail asked. She was
blushing from head to toe and felt a burning humiliation.

Lissa kissed her then, a loving kiss, not filled with
passion, but filled with love. "I do not do it to cause you
pain my love. As long as he believes you are still chaste
your father will spare no expense to have you back. Once he,
and all the eligible men on St. Eustacius know that you are
no longer suitable to be wed, he will not spare any of his
precious money to have you back. I am sorry to say it, but
he is a callous man."

The great ship flew past the entrance to the harbor. A few
shots from the forts guarding the entrance fell short of the
mark and with startling suddenness they were away and
running in the open sea. Abby stood next to her husband,
cradled in the pirate's arm. The sea had never seemed so
beautiful and the sun smiled down with greater promise than
it ever had before.

Epilogue:

Three years later the Pirate ship Raven was sunk off the
coast of Bermuda by the Frigate H.M.S. Courageous. The
British records record the Captain as a tall blonde man and
no mention is made of any women being aboard.

The Yorkshire estate known as The Brambles was purchased by
a wealthy Frenchman named Le Raven. He brought his small
blonde wife to live on the estate and they were a popular
couple among the local gentry. He is listed in the records
as being tall with red hair and green eyes and noted for the
fact that he was fastidiously clean-shaven and never seen in
public without his East Indies style waistcoat. She is
mentioned as being a good daughter of the church and is
noted for her many donations to the area's poor.  Her
gravestone can still be seen in a small Yorkshire
churchyard. The inscription says simply: Abigail, loving
wife.


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