A Buccaneers Kiss

Captain Jo-Jo stood for a while and grinned wider with each grunt and whimper that came from behind him and the prisoners raged on.

Until he grew bored. Then he gestured to the men guarding Blakley and his crew.

"Kill them all." He ordered and watched as his crew slit every throat. This wasn't one of the times he wanted his name known, it went against his reputation and he had no intention of word getting out about the prize he was taking.

That prize had also been found and lay within a large iron bound chest at his feet.

***

That night, as a full moon cast its silvery light upon the ocean, Coconut tended to Emily in a cabin lit by flickering candles.

Far behind them, was another light, the glow of the burning British ship that was like a faraway beacon. A funeral pyre for the entire crew and Emily's father.

"Drink this. It will help with the pain." Coconut said gently as she lifted Emily's head and held a battered tin cup to her bruised and cut lips. Emily's face was a mass of bruises and her left eye was swollen closed.

Emily coughed and spluttered but managed to drink some of the rum laced concoction. Her throat was sore, but she croaked her thanks despite the ordeal she had been through.

When Emily had been dragged abord the Echo, she had been given to Coconut to look after. Semi-conscious, Emily had whimpered as Coconut cleaned her cuts and dressed them. Some of the crew had loitered outside the cabin at first, not with concern, hoping for a turn they hadn't got as part of the raiding party. Not caring that Emily was battered and half broken.

Jacob Fry had chased them away and poked his head inside.

"I'm leaving Cal at the door. Any problems, you send him running for me." He had instructed gruffly.

"Is there any honey left?" Coconut had responded after a nod of thanks.

"I'll send you some." He said as he closed the door.

Jacob was one of the few men that Coconut felt any trust for and some small amount of liking. He was always gruff and surly to others. But she knew he didn't look at her with desire and had always treated her nicely.

As the ships cook, he had access to the galley supplies, he had often made sure she ate properly and got a few treats when available.

Unlike most of the crew. Jacob was well educated, he could read and write, had a working knowledge of herbs and spices for medicinal purposes and occasionally helped with the wounded after a fight.

He knew that honey was a natural anti-inflammatory and had supplied the ingredients that Coconut had made into a tea for Emily.

The men respected him for his cooking and for his fearsome abilities as a killer. Jacob liked very few people and killed without remorse. Skilled with a blade and massively powerful, he was an intimidating mass of a man.

For some reason that no one knew, Jacob had taken a liking to Coconut right from the start. The man that everyone thought of as a dead eyed killer seemed to mellow whenever she was near.

If they had known why, they would have feared him even more. Jacob had once had a sister who looked a bit like Coconut, blonde haired and blue eyed, with much the same irrepressible brightness within her. She had died at the hands of her husband and Jacob hadn't been there to protect her.

A year later, he had returned from France and service with the famous Green Jacketed Rifles to hear what had happened.

The man had been wealthy and lived on a large plantation with many guards and slaves. Jacob had marched up to the gates and begun a slaughter that culminated in the mansion being razed to the ground and not a living soul left on the grounds.

Shot four times, stabbed, cut and badly burned. Jacob had still walked away and then found ship to St Lucia. In time, with little to live for and a liking for killing that he once thought he could forget. He joined a pirate crew and soon garnered a frightening reputation.

The day that Coconut had been found. Jacob had already taken over much of the cooking onboard. His love of food had made him throw the previous cook into the sea. When he saw Coconut, he decided he couldn't look out for her if he was killed in a raid.

So, with his usual bluntness, he had announced that the Galley was his and no one else would be cooking. Effectively making himself the chef and no longer available for duty on boarding parties.

As he closed the door to the cabin. He looked at young Cal.

"You do as she says and come get me if anyone tries anything." He growled to the boy.

Cal nodded and assured Jacob that he would do as he was instructed. Barely eighteen, he was intimidated by Jacob. But that wasn't the only reason he was willing to stand guard on the door.

***

"Can you open the blasted thing or no?" asked Captain Jo-Jo as he paced the floor of his cabin. Glaring at a crewman who was trying to pick the lock of his prize.

"Aye. Almost got it." Replied the man as he felt around with his metal picks.

The lock gave just as Jo-Jo was about to start swearing again. The loud click forestalled him, and he grinned instead.

"Out of me way." He said gleefully as he hauled his crewman aside.

With trembling hands, he lifted the lid slowly, his breathing fast and his heart racing as he peered within and then let out a small gasp of pleasure.

Lamp light reflected off the gold within. Making it glitter enticingly and throw golden shards of light onto his face.

"have you ever seen so much gold in one place?" he breathed out in wonder.

The crewman looked over his Captains' shoulder and his eyes went wide in amazement. Like the rest of the crew, he had had no idea that what they were fighting for was this much. Most raids garnered a bit of gold and silver coin, Pirates kept pirating, partially, because they rarely made much more than if they had worked honestly.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. We're rich." The crewman whispered in awe.

Jo-Jo's eyes closed, he licked his lips and then turned to the man with a smile.

"Aye, Aye... that we are, lets have a drink to celebrate." He said warmly and put an arm around the man to guide him to a chair. Seating him and grabbing a bottle of rum.

The man smiled and accepted with good cheer and raised his cup. Assuming his Captain was being so generous because he was happy.

Jo-Jo clinked his cup to the crewman's and waited for the man to drink. He watched as the rum was gulped down and then placed his own cup on the table.

"Tell me James, will you share your wealth? He asked softly and watched as James' eyes glazed over and his lips turn blue.

James' gurgled once and then slumped forwards in his chair.

***

Days past as the Echo made for a safe harbor. It needed repairs and new crew after it's last fight. Though it had been crewed heavily, when it had last set sail, as Captain Jo-Jo had known what he was hunting for and that he would lose many men. Most of the losses had been from those newly recruited and he didn't mind that a few of his older ones had died too.

With the ship being shorthanded, Coconut and Emily were left alone for the most part. Coconut only had to attend the Captain in his cabin at night and could return to Emily when he had taken his pleasure.

The two girls began to form a bond, both were around the same age and intelligent. Emily asked questions as she recovered, wondering what would become of her now.

"I was to be married in Kingstown, he has money, do you think I will be ransomed?" she asked hopefully.

Coconut shrugged and shook her head.

"I don't know. The Captain likes money, so he might. But..." she gestured at herself and Emily. "He likes what we have too." She finished sadly.

Emily blinked, confused for a moment.

"Cunts. We have cunts." Coconut clarified. Using one of the two words that she knew for her vagina.

"Oh."

It was Coconut's turn to look confused. The look of shock on Emily's face was odd considering that she had already had her cunt well used.

"They did use your cunt, didn't they? Sometimes the Captain puts it in my bum too, but that is only when my bleeds start." She asked and informed. Trying to understand why Emily looked so aghast. Coconut's world was limited by what she had experienced on the ship.

It took Emily quite some time to explain that, in her world, the word wasn't used by polite society and what had happened was far from normal.

In turn, Coconut explained that she had lived a very different life, that she serviced the Captain nearly every night, and was occasionally given to a crewman as a reward on very rare occasions.

Emily didn't need to ask if Coconut liked what she was required to do. The girl's expression told her that she found it unpleasant and degrading. Even with it being normal for her, Coconut knew how it made her feel and Emily sympathized with ease. Horrified by the life that was being described and praying she wouldn't end up the same.

As the days turned into just over a week. Emily recovered her strength and her bruises faded somewhat. Captain Jo-Jo had left her alone for that time but now had her brought to him.

She was pulled from her room by two crewmen in the nightdress that Coconut had given her.

He looked her up and down appraisingly.

"Strip." He ordered.

Emily blanched and shook her head in fear.

"Do it or I'll have my lads do it for you, maybe even throw you topside for the rest." He threatened casually. His tone blasé.

The fear doubled and she shakily did as he commanded. Her fingers fumbling at the ties of the nightgown and then sliding it off her shoulders to let it fall down her body. The material pooled around her ankles as she crossed an arm across her bare breasts and cupped a hand over the reddish gold triangle of her pubic region.

Jo-Jo laughed at her modesty and gestured to his men. They yanked her arms aside and held them away from her body with harsh grips on elbows and wrists.

Coconut was sat on his lap and winced with sympathy, in just a few days, she had come to like Emily a great deal.

"Very nice my dear" he said to Emily with a grin as he took in her alabaster complexion, tits that had almost reached a full growth and her slim soft flesh.

He didn't miss the fact that she looked much like Coconut and was of a similar age. Aside from the red hair, green eyes and paler skin. Their features were very close.

"how old are you?" he asked.

"Eigh... Eighteen." She stammered her answer.

"Excellent. You will be a perfect ships whore." He told her gleefully.

Emily gulped and then lifted her chin defiantly.

"I'd rather die." She said with a little of her old fire.

"ha... you might fight. You might wish it. But you won't die... my men will visit your cabin with a chit. One chit. One fuck." He replied with a grin.

Emily's lower lip trembled but she replied firmly.

"I'll kill myself before I let another man touch me." She promised with feeling.

Captain Jo-Jo shook his head and rolled his eyes as if he was annoyed by her stubbornness.

"Well, the first time you try, I'll cut off your hands. The next time, I'll take your feet and if you still manage to try again.... I'll strap you to a barrel on the deck and let the men have you all day and every day." He said slowly. Waving a wicked looking knife in the air to punctuate his words.

Emily's face crumbled as she imagined that fate and began to cry. Broken with the knowledge that she would never dare to tempt that fate.

Satisfied. He waved at his men.

"Take her back to the Cabin. You two can have a go... don't hurt her, I don't like my property damaged." He said and warningly eyeballed his men.

Coconut swallowed her fear and broke her own rule about drawing attention to herself.

"Don't you want to keep her for yourself? She's too good for the crew." She said. Thinking that it would at least save Emily from having to do it with the whole crew.

Jo-Jo shook his head as he lifted her off his lap and bent her over his desk. His hands quickly gathering her skirts up to bunch around her waist.

"The lads get jealous enough about me keeping you. I'll not risk a mutiny over another pretty cunt. Not when I have you." He replied as he spat and wetted his cock.

He had said cunt. Yet his cocks tip was pressed to her anus and she winced as he pushed harder.

Silently, she bore his invasion, only letting out small gasps as he began to fuck her in the ass.

Slowly he was shoving more and more of himself into her hole until his balls were tapping her pussy lips.

Coconut gripped the table edge as she felt him grind his hips against her buttocks and endured the sensation of a cock stretching her anal channel wide. She let her mind drift away the way she had learnt to do when he took her. Half freeing her consciousness from what was happening to her body.

Sometimes, he was quick to cum. Today, he took his time and she was forced to endure a long fucking.

"Ung, Ung. Ung." She gasped out with each thrust as he built up momentum.

"Say it." He demanded as he shoved in and out.

"I... Uhh.. Love... unnggg.. your... Ung... Cock in ... Ungggg... me." She obeyed instantly.

"I know you do." He said breathily and began to hammer harder and faster. Eliciting higher pitched gasps from her.

Sweat glistened on her brow and dripped between her jiggling breasts as the minutes wore on. More fell from Jo-Jo's face to splatter across her bared buttocks and slide down to the hole that was being invaded.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Flesh bounced off flesh as she endured his grunting efforts until he finally slammed into her and juddered. His fingers gripping her hips tightly as he began to ejaculate semen into her anal cavity. Holding himself as deep as he could while his cock spurted ropes of semen.

Coconut rested her drenched forehead on his desk and waited for him to finish. She knew he would hold himself inside her until he began to deflate.

"Thankyou." She whispered softly. Saying it because that was what she had learnt to say when he finished.

His right hand caressed her bum cheek as he withdrew.

"Your scabbard suits my sword." He breathed out as he sat down and sighed.

Coconut stood tiredly and adjusted her skirts back into place.

"May I leave?" she asked and received a wave of dismissal.

Wiping sweat from her cleavage and face; Coconut left to see if Emily was okay. Hoping that Emily would find a way to deal with her situation the way Coconut had. Sure, that she would need comfort either way.

She found Emily curled up on her bed. Glistening sweat covered her body and semen leaked from her pussy, more was splattered on her thighs and she was weeping softly.

Tenderly, Coconut took a cloth and began to clean up the mess.

"It gets better." She lied as she wiped cum off the pale skin.

Emily shook her head as Coconut rinsed out the cloth several times. Returning each time to gently clean the sobbing girl.

"Hold me." Begged Emily as Coconut pulled a sheet over her.

Coconut sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand.

Emily's head was on the pillow and her green eyes looked up into the bright blue of the blonde girl who had taken care of her.

"Can... can you stay with me?" she asked hopefully.

"If you want." Coconut said gently and stood. Unlacing her bodice and skirts, dropping them to the floor so that all she wore was the billowy blouse that covered her to mid-thigh.

"Thank you." Emily whispered as Coconut slipped under the sheet and lay next to her.

Coconut blew out the remaining candle and then the two girls held each other in silence. Listening to the sounds of wood creaking, muted talk from men above deck and the waves on timbers.

Slowly, their breathing calmed as they snuggled closer. It felt natural and good, safe for a moment and comforting in a way that Coconut had never experienced before.

Emily was the first female she had spoken to since leaving her Island, the softness of her voice and the gentle rise and fall of her bosom against her own, all felt like a home she had lost.

From the sliver of light that came from a porthole. Coconut watched Emily's eyes slide shut, she waited for the girl to be fully asleep before she leaned in closer and very gently brushed her lips across Emily's.

"Goodnight." She whispered and closed her own eyes. Letting the sweet memory of soft lips usher her into slumber.

***

Over the next week, Emily learned to separate her mind from her body, the men came and handed her a chit, and she would lay still as they took their pleasure.

Coconut would come to her cabin after pleasuring the Captain and the two would wash each other free of the male stink. It became a routine for the two and nearly every night, Coconut would sleep in Emily's bed and they would comfort each other with words and caresses.

It was clear from the start that they were feeling something deep towards each other. But neither had the knowledge of how a woman could love another woman. So, for a time, it was no more than snuggling together as they whispered their hopes and dreams of escaping.

Unfortunately for Emily, the men soon got tired of her laying stiffly as they fucked her, the crew complained to the Captain and he decided she needed some further instruction.

As the ship neared a safe port. Emily was dragged into the Captain's quarters.

"The lads don't appreciate your lack of enthusiasm." He said as he paced before her. Once again, he had made her strip naked.

Emily looked straight ahead and kept silent. Coconut had told her how she tried not to talk except when necessary. The advice sounded good and Emily tried to emulate that 'hiding in plain sight thing' that Coconut had managed to achieve. To a limited degree.

"Coconut." He ordered and gestured for her to step closer.

Coconut didn't know what was going to happen, but she felt a deep sense of foreboding as she stepped forward.

He pointed to the deck as his other hand undid his pants. Obediently, she sank to her knees as he pulled out his thick and semi-erect cock.

Captain Jo-Jo kept his eyes on Emily as Coconut opened her mouth and licked the tip of his cock, one hand rested on his thigh and the other wrapped delicate long fingers around the base of his shaft.

"Watch what she does... you're next and it had better be good." He said sternly as Coconut's warm mouth enveloped the bulbous purple head.

Emily watched in disgust as Coconut sucked the man's cock. She had never imagined that anyone would put a penis into their mouth and felt sickened.

As Coconut's head began to bob up and down, Jo-Jo gestured to the crewman that had brought Emily into the room.

Emily was pushed to her knees and presented with the man's cock. It wasn't as big as the Captain's but remained a sickening prospect for Emily as her hair was grabbed and the appendage pressed to her lips.

"You either learn or I'll have the back off you." Captain Jo-Jo threatened her.

Emily had seen a man whipped on her father's ship. Seen the way flesh had been peeled from him. She had heard the tough man cry out as his back was flayed. Emily opened her mouth and licked the tip the way she had seen her friend do.

Jo-Jo grunted with pleasure at the sight and the sensation of Coconut's mouth gliding up and down his shaft.

"Watch Coconut." He said breathily. His pleasure building quickly.

Emily did as she was told and copied the other girls' actions as best she could. Gagging and spluttering when she tried to take as much as Coconut was taking.

Nearly loosing her breakfast. She struggled through, with her eyes on Coconut's, she began to work the cock properly and elicit sounds of pleasure from the man.

Jo-Jo grabbed Coconut's skull in both hands and held her down as he spurted. Her throat gulped and Emily correctly guessed that she was swallowing his semen.

Moments later, her own head was engulfed by strong hands, and she was held in place as semen shot into her mouth and down her throat. Unlike Coconut, she heaved and the cum sprayed out the sides of her mouth and out of her nose.