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The year is 1874. My name is Pussy and I am a slave of the captains. My name was Patrick and my captor has given me a new name. My fathers merchant ship was captured, plundered and sunk by the pirate crew of the Black Orchid. I alone was saved, to be a mating partner of the notorious Captain Boothe Tarver. He is an escaped convict from the penal colony of Australia. He escaped to Barbados where he became leader of the Orchid after the previous captain was killed in combat and nobody else rose to the moment. After taking control of the situation, the men have shown him total respect and deference. He is a hulking brute of a black man, dark ebony skin stretched tight over enormous muscles that bulge everywhere. He towers over every other man I have ever seen and he is not a gentleman to be trifled with. He has his way, all the time. For me Captain Tarver has chosen the path of the courtesan. I am to be dressed at all times in the silks, satins and laces that he has picked out for me to wear. These are the finest, exotic feminine garments in the world, the remains of plunder from many of the Orchids past victims. I dress in the most beautiful gowns from the Quadroon Balls of New Orleans, wherein wealthy white men choose their mistresses from among the most striking foreign and mixed-race women the area has to offer. Captain Tarvers favorite is a blue and lavender dress with white lace trim. He especially likes what I wear underneath the gown: a pearl-white corset with garters that hook to my sheer stockings. I always wear at least two-inch high heels, and I still have to lean up on my tiptoes to gather a kiss from my captain. After my daily hot bath, during which I shave every bit of hair from my body, only keeping my long red locks intact, I have makeup that I wear to make myself even prettier, I have some perfumes that I dab about my body to drive my stud lover wild with lust and of course I must keep myself clean and ready for my masters fingers, tongue and cock, so I douche my pussy at least three times a day. I also have some special erotic oil that I use inside me that serves as a lubricant, masks unpleasant odors and also heats up my rectum with an aching burn, making me fanatical for cock. I as well must make certain my own penis is tied up and out of the way, as Captain Tarver doesnt bother with it.

I travel everywhere with the Orchid, much as I have since my capture almost two months ago. The crew treats me like royalty, as Captain Tarvers disposition is much more relaxed (Im told) when he is able to unload his frustrations, if you get my meaning. Rosie (the resident queer; Tarver hasnt slept with him/her in years) says they can always tell when the captain had a satisfying night of lovemaking, because he comes out in the morning and doesnt say a word to anyone if things are running smoothly. Of course, Rosie also pointed out that its not a particularly large ship and often times my moans of ecstasy are heard as Tarver buries his manhood in me. The first time I heard this I blushed, but soon came to realize that there wasnt anything to be done about it and Tarver certainly doesnt seem to be self-conscious about his choice of bedmates.

This particular chapter in our story happened just a few nights ago. Tarver had been away on one of his lieutenants ships, the Sabre, for several days. They had run into trouble off the coast of Portugal, and spent their time running from and fighting with British interceptor ships. At one point the crew had to lay low in an island chain for over a day. After a week of this nonsense it doesnt need to be guessed that when he finally made his way back to the Orchid, not much was on his mind besides me. I heard the shouts of the crewmen that he was back and knew I only had a few minutes before he would be inside me, making me tremble with desire. I quickly removed my gown so I was down to just my corset and stockings, douched myself and added a light squirt of pleasure oil, then went to stand near his bed to await his arrival. I did not wait long.

After boarding, he shouted a few quick orders to his 1st Mate, a huge African named Mubato. Then the door to his cabin opened and my lover was back. He saw me, framed against the windows of his cabin in the moonlight, with nothing on but my pretty lingerie and he growled, the guttural bay of a lust-ridden fiend. He was on me in two strides and grabbed me into his massive arms to roughly plant his mouth over mine, re-establishing his ownership, lest I forget my master. His tongue drilled into my mouth, to the back of my throat and I was suddenly overcome by his overpowering scent, the musky tang of perspiring man flesh. The aroma of his masculinity, awash in the smells of battle and blood and gunpowder and sweat weakened my knees and I collapsed into his embrace. He said not a word as his fingers found my pussy and pushed his probing digits inside me, even as we kissed and he picked me up effortlessly and threw me upon his sheets with authority. He was removing his shirt as I caught site of his throbbing erection and gasped; although I had had the captain inside me many times before, I never ceased to be amazed at the length and girth of his imposing cock, especially in light of how horny I was and how long it had been since our last time together. In seconds his clothes were removed and he was back on top of me, crushing me between his muscled physique and the mattress. His hands ran up and down my legs and I knew from his response that he found my choice of my silkiest silk stockings agreeable. I moaned into his mouth as he continued his oral assault. Ordinarily, Tarver enjoys eating my pussy for a while before he takes me, but I could tell that this time there would be little foreplay. His urgency was apparent as he hooked my knees up over his shoulders, exposing my hungry pussy to his touch. I saw him slather some sex grease on his member and then his cockhead was poking my silken furrow. With one mighty thrust he was in me to the hilt and I felt my insides frantically trying to adjust to the new occupant, the owner it knew so well, yet had forgotten in the waning nights. I put my hands on Tarvers chiseled, tattooed chest and he settled into his fuck. I stared up at my lover as he closed his eyes, threw his head back and hammer-fucked me, desperate with need after days of absence. I wanted to watch this raging, black sex brute, but was soon overcome by the sensation of absolute pleasure and absolute submission I derived from our relationship. I started to cry out in short, high-pitched mewling, begging for my master to fuck me harder as I buried my finely manicured fingernails into the muscles of his back and wrapped my thighs around his hips, loving my complete feminization. Our hot, sticky coupling continued as Tarver drove me mad with wanton lust, kissing my neck, my chin and my cheeks, his big, rough hands alternating between cupping my round buttocks and running up and down my stocking-clad thighs and calves, all the while continuing his reckless, forceful attack into my tight boypussy. My own cock was pressed between our bodies, the friction igniting a building pressure in my young loins. It was impossible to ignore even with my prick tied with a silk ribbon; I was going to explode. I became acutely aware, suddenly, that my tiny nipples, having been somehow released from the confines of my corset, were rock hard as well, and were rubbing against Tarvers hard muscle-bound chest every time he thrust into me. I felt myself being driven to the brink of sweet madness by the scent of my master, his black-mans sweat dripping onto me, covering both of us in a sexy sheen, the musky aroma turning me on immensely.

The simultaneous arousal of all of my erogenous zones at once proved too much for my 16-year old body and I came hard. My cum splashed upon my tummy and splattered Tarvers already sweat-soaked torso. I screamed out in rapture, digging my nails yet deeper into my mans ruggedly muscled back. At the same time, my love chute clamped down on the captains powerful erection, trying to milk the seed from his balls. I felt Tarvers hands slide from my buns and take tight grip on the sheets on either side of us. He was fighting against cumming quicker than he wanted, but soon he let loose with a loud, bellowing roar, like the victory howl of a ferocious warrior in combat. And we both felt proof of his victory as he slammed forward one last time, wiry pubes mashing into my unprotected cunt, and unleashed a driving surge of hot, sticky man sap, filling me completely with the gift of his breeding seed.