Amazon Airship Pirates Pt. 01

"Not a good name to hear," Sui Pai agreed.

"He's known in places where a nice lady wouldn't go," Moira explained. "Well, so are a lot of big men in the Company. But Master Derwent... A lot of girls in those places were fearful of him. Nasty tastes, he has. There were plenty of girls ended up bleeding, on account of him."

"Ah," said Mr. Sharma. "Did you by any chance tell the Captain of these rumours?"

Moira shrugged. "Not sure they were news to the Captain," she remarked.

"But what have gutter tales about my fiancé to do with me being here?" Emma Elphinstone demanded.

"You do not know the Captain," Mr. Sharma explained. "Despite what you may have heard, she is an idealist. She loathes the cruelty of the strong against the weak, and of men against women – which are not always the same thing, in her eyes. That is why this band exists. I believe that she might have felt concern for yourself."

"For me? And this caused her to kidnap me?" Miss Elphinstone was clearly aghast at that idea. "Heaven preserve me from such concern!"

"Silly girl!" Sui Pai snapped. "Men like that are really horrible. Even to their proper wives. Captain Rukh rescue you."

"Rescued me?" Emma was naturally aghast at the idea. "By tearing me from my chaperone, and from my wedding, and my family?"

"Tell me, Miss Elphinstone," Mr. Sharma asked, "Was this a love match? Did Master Derwent pay court to you and steal your heart?"

"Of... Of course... No." Emma drew breath, her face blazing with anger. "My family have standing in the Company. This was an appropriate match, to someone who would make any woman a good husband."

"Sound like your father's words," said Sui Pai.

"So you were being married for politics, to a man who won't see fifty again," Moira said.

"That is how it is, if one is of standing in society," Emma said stiffly.

"And many such marriages go pleasantly enough," Mr. Sharma acknowledged. "But if the tales about Master Derwent are so bad, the Captain may indeed have been kind to prevent this one." He smiled. "The opportunity to disrupt an alliance among the masters of the Company may also have pleased her, of course."

"Ha!" said Emma, as if he had just surrendered the whole debate, and drained the remaining contents of her wine-cup in one gulp. Charles decided that Mr. Sharma had undermined his own point there, and then wondered how accustomed to wine Emma was.

"Fruit?" Mr. Sharma asked, as the plates were cleared and a bowl of tropical produce was brought to the table by a male pirate in crumpled but clean garb.

"I think that I am tired," said Emma coldly, and rose to her feet, although she plucked a mango from the bowl as she left. Charles and Umesh Sharma were only half-way out of their own seats by the time that she was out of the room, her guard following with an amused expression.

"A fine lady indeed," Mr. Sharma observed. He took up a piece of fruit of his own. "Tell me, Mr. Dartington, how well do you know your own parents?"

"I've not seen them for some years," Charles said, thinking that he was giving away nothing that was not public knowledge here. "My mother died a few years ago, and my father thought it best if I completed my education in England, and stayed with relatives between terms. Then, I received a letter from my father, suggesting that I join him for a while, now that I was eighteen. He – well, Company agents – arranged my journey."

"Ah," said Mr. Sharma. "A sad tale, and a pity that this reunion was delayed. But I am sure that you will see your father again, with only a small delay. We are not cruel, Mr. Dartington," he suddenly added with a serious expression. "We struggle against cruel tyranny, and must not become what we fight. Whatever the Captain's plans, I doubt that they involve the casual destruction of a family."

"Believe what you will," said Charles, suddenly oddly confused. He was working his way through an assortment of small, unfamiliar fruits, and Mr. Sharma watched him thoughtfully for a moment, then rose to his feet.

"We shall see," the engineer said, "but for now, I am still responsible for this craft. So if you will excuse me, I have technical matters to which to attend."

Charles watched him leave, finished one last sweet-acidic mouthful, and then stood and returned to his own cabin, Moira and Sui Pai following close behind.

3. The Attention of his Guards

The women suggested, with as much politeness as seemed possible to them, that Charles visit the heads one last time before he retired. Then, once they were back in his cabin, Moira gave three knocks on the wall of the corridor outside, and Charles glimpsed another crewman approaching as she closed the door. A moment later, he heard a click.

"There," Moira said, "we're locked in for the night. So we don't have to watch your every move, clever boy."

"If I give you my word that I won't try to escape or attack you, will you grant me the chance to undress privately?" Charles asked.

"Well..." Sui Pai sounded uncertain.

"Your word as a gentleman?" Moira enquired.

"Yes."

Moira murmured a word or two in Sui Pai's ear, and the two women turned around and then continued to whisper together. Charles extracted a nightshirt from his luggage, and then undressed piece by piece, folding each item of clothing in turn and putting it aside. He was just removing his drawers when the two women span on their heels with an outburst of giggles, and stared at him pointedly.

"What..." Charles began, and then "Your word..." He snatched up his nightshirt and held it in front of him to preserve a small modicum of modesty.

"No, silly boy," said Sui Pai, "just your word."

"You are a gentleman," said Moira, "but you must have realised by now that we are no ladies. You cannot trust us." She glanced to Sui Pai, and then the pair of them took two steps forward, bringing them within arms' length of Charles. "Tell me," she continued, "what do those Company sheets say about us pirates?"

"That you are veritable monsters of depravity," Charles answered, "but please believe me, I never gave credence to..."

"Monsters of depravity?" Moira interrupted. "Hmm. We really aren't monsters, but I suppose that depravity may be a part o' the game."

She reached forward, fast as a snake, and snatched the nightshirt from Charles's surprised grasp, casting it aside and to the floor. To his horror, Charles realised that his body had somehow become excited at some point, and the organ at which Moira and Sui Pai now gazed had become visibly turgid.

"Now," Moira said, reaching forward to his chest with her fingertips, "do sit down, boy."

The startled Charles obeyed, dropping to the lower bunk, and Moira stood over him. "So consider this, young Mr. Dartington," she said. "You are locked in a room with two terrible pirate women. They will give you a free choice o' what to do, for their own reasons you may never understand, but if you want to keep them happy with you, and even to have a little pleasure of your own, you might let them teach you to fuck."

"And why do you think I need to be taught?" Charles demanded, from a desperate impulse to change the direction of the conversation and from a pained sense that he was being condescended to.

Moira laughed aloud, and Sui Pai behind her giggled too. "We know a man-virgin when we see one," Moira said.

"And what tells you that?"

"Mostly your politeness, funnily, Mr. Dartington. If a high-class lad of eighteen has dipped his wick, it'll likely have been with whores or bullied housemaids. He'll be accustomed to using women o' the lower classes as bought and sold. But you were almost courteous to us, an' embarrassed rather than angry that we saw your cock. You're too nice to have been fucked afore this."

"So why do I have the opportunity now?" Charles asked. "Oh... Is this for material with which to blackmail me?"

Moira stared at him bemused for a moment, then laughed again. "Mr. Dartington," she said, "do you think that anyone in the wide world would believe that this did not happen?"

"Oh." Charles frowned at that. Did he have a reputation to lose?

"Anyhow." Moira broke his chain of thought. "You can say you don't want us, though your cock is giving the lie to that. Then you'll probably spend the night awake and playin' with yourself – 'specially as Sui Pai an' me will likely amuse ourselves as best we can without you. Or you can accept our hospitality."

"Think of this," Sui Pai added, and Moira stood aside so that Charles could see her. He saw that she had been undressing as Moira spoke, and her breasts were entirely bare; the light from the single electric bulb threw deep shadows, emphasising their curvature, and Charles found himself staring at the darker tones of her nipples.

He tore his gaze away and swallowed hard. It seemed that circumstances and the women were conspiring against his moral senses, and the words When In Rome crossed his mind. "Very well," he said, "if that is the way of things..."

"There's our boy," said Moira. "But we'll have less of you pretending you don't want this. We'll have you begging for it before we're done." And with that, she suddenly lowered herself to her knees in front of him, parting his thighs with her hands and shuffling between them. Then she leaned her head forward, and ran her tongue along the length of his cock. Charles gasped, and his cock went from turgid to stiff. Moira kissed it, once, twice, thrice, looked at it for a moment, and then engulfed a full two inches of it with her lips, and began to suck gently.

Charles gasped more deeply. There had been rumours whispered in the school dormitories that one could pay whores to do this, to suck your prick, but there were many strange rumours about the world beyond the walls of the school, and he had thought it best not to believe too much. In any event, he was not paying here... and yet there was a soft warmness engulfing his cock, taking in another inch of it as it swelled and hardened further.

"You..." he sighed, not knowing what to say as he looked down at the top of Moira's head, and she responded only by bringing her right hand up and gently tickling his balls. Not knowing how to react, he looked away, only to find that he was gazing at Sui Pai, who was stripped now to her drawers, and looking at him appraisingly. He twitched convulsively, a motion that seemed to start in his cock and spread across his whole body.

"Easy, boy," said Moira, removing her mouth from his cock and gripping the base with index finger and thumb. "There's a rule; you never come in a woman's mouth without her permission."

"Please..." he gasped.

"Begging already?" Moira said.

"Virgin," Sui Pai commented.

"Have no fear, boy. We're not done yet," said Moira. "Pai, have you the things?"

Sui Pai reacted by handing her a small leather pouch. Moira reached inside it and extracted a little, soft item which Charles did not recognise. It proved to be a sheath of some elastic material, which Moira rolled over Charles's rigid erection. "Another courtesy," she said. "Maybe the world could use more little Dartingtons, but not just now."

Charles had heard dormitory whispers of these matters, too, but no more. He found himself gazing at his own sheathed cock in practical fascination.

"A clever idea, these condoms," Moira said. "And the finest come from the Company rubber-works. They're made for the high Company officials – not that the bastards mind much leaving a trail of little bastards behind 'em, but these stop diseases, too. So we raid the consignments from the south..."

"Please..." Charles moaned.

"Sorry, yes," Moira said. "Sui Pai, would you do the honours?"

Sui Pai had removed her drawers, and stepped forward, entirely naked, as Moira moved to one side. "Lie back," she commanded, and Charles obeyed, laying himself flat on the bed. Sui Pai followed him, putting herself astride him, and then reached down and grasped his cock. She positioned it to a point between her legs, and then, slowly, gently, she sank down onto it.

All the breath left Charles's lungs in a hoarse moan. Moira had engulfed part of his cock in a warm softness, but now Sui Pai had it held entirely in a perfect, precise firmness. He rested his hands on her thighs and moved his hips, seeking ever more sensation. In response, she placed her hands on either side of his ribs, and suddenly her facial expression changed from detached and thoughtful to a broad grin, the first overtly happy appearance he had yet seen her assume.

"Fuck me, boy," she said loudly, "you got a nice cock – give it to me. But take it slow. Virgins soon go off pop, but you want to make me happy, don't you?"

"Yes!" Charles cried. His hips bucked as he pushed into Sui Pai, but he fought to control himself. He knew from experience with his own hands that he could pace himself, savouring the moment, and now that was what he tried to do. To distract himself from the throbbing pleasure at his groin, he reached up and fondled Sui Pai's pert breasts, and she nodded.

"Yes," she said, "that's good. But slow there too. Jus' brush nipples with thumbs, you see?"

"I... See..." Charles groaned. Then he dropped his elbows to the bed and levered himself up, twisting to bring his mouth to those brown-pink nipples and to try caressing them with his tongue. Sui Pai moved her hips back and forth, grinding against him and increasing the sensation in his cock while she made a series of wordless "hai!" sounds.

It was too much for Charles. He slumped back on the bed with a sound that was all but a whimper, and his hips thrust upwards one last time as he felt a flood pass through his cock and into the condom. A moment later, he realised that he was beginning to soften.

"Ha," said Sui Pai, looking down at him. "Virgin!"

"Not any more" said Moira from nearby.

"I'm sorry," said Charles.

"The usual first time," Moira commented.

Sui Pai moved so that Charles came out of her, delicately removed the condom from his cock, and swapped it for a clean rag which Moira had produced from somewhere. As Moira disposed of the condom, Sui Pai dried herself and the slumped and gasping Charles a little, in a businesslike way. Then, still kneeling astride him, she looked down at him.

Suddenly, as he relaxed, Charles gave a soft laugh.

"And what is amusing you, young Mr. Dartington?" Moira demanded.

"Forgive me," Charles said ironically, "but you were assigned to be my guards."

"What of it?"

"I must confess," Charles said, "I do not feel entirely... Ah!" He gasped, as Sui Pai, still straddling his hips, placed her fingertips on his chest and then leaned forward, pressing her nails into his flesh just enough to hurt. "...Entirely guarded," he finished.

"Foolish boy," Moira said. "You should learn to listen to orders more carefully. That was not what Mr. Sharma said, y'know."

Charles frowned. "What did he say, then?"

"That we were to prevent you from escaping or attempting to make trouble. And I don't see you doing either, just this moment."

"Oh," said Charles, realising that she was telling the truth. "So that's why you did this, is it? You whored yourselves to me to distract me from making trouble?"

"You, boy, know little of whoring." Moira scowled as Sui Pai sat back on her heels, taking most of her weight off him as she contemplated him absently. The Chinese woman's face had fallen once more into an expression of detachment. "The two of us – we've been whores," Moira went on. "It wasn't my intent when I came east, y'know. I was respectably betrothed to a fellow in the Company Army. But he died of fever while I was sailing out, an' I ended up on the Singapore waterfront while Company clerks resolved his affairs. Which was a long process with little coming to me along the way. Or at the end of it, for that matter. A woman can sink fast wi' no money, y'know.

"And so you..."

"I had little choice. I s'pose I was lucky. I ended up in a good sort of house." The way she said the word gave the lie to good. "Same place as Pai here. That was whoring, boy; opening our legs to company clerks and sailors who'd more pay than sense that night. But the whore's life is a downward path, boy. Lucky for me, Pai had some friends outside, who knew people... Long story short, we escaped. I thought we were trading whoring in that house to whoring on our own account, but we were double lucky; the end of our journey was wi' Captain Rukh."

"And yet, that still means ... this..."

"I told you – we've done our share of whoring. Doing whatever ugly things the rich customers would pay the house for us to do. An' the richest of them oft times wanted the ugliest things, an' could pay." Moira scowled. "That was whoring. I thought I'd never want to see a cock again."

"Cunny is plenty enough," Sui Pai interjected.

"Oh yes," Moira agreed. She rose to her feet and stood by the bed. "Sui Pai an' I – for the first year wi' the Captain, we were enough for each other." She reached out and cupped the Chinese woman's left breast with her hand, caressing the nipple with her thumb. "Found that out along the way, back in Singapore. Cunny is just fine." She leaned forwards, her hand trailing down over Sui Pai's torso as she kissed the other woman on the mouth. Charles watched stunned as Moira's hand found its way between Sui Pai's thighs, caressing that secret place as the kiss continued. Sui Pai moaned softly through the kiss, but then, after long moments, Moira lifted her mouth away.

"But that was a year. Bad memories fade, an' we found sweet boys who were no trouble. Nice to fuck some nice fat cock, sometimes." She smiled at Charles. "But even now – cock's a nice spice to cunny, but cunny is best."

"So I'm just spice?" Charles said, his voice hoarse.

"Spice makes a meal, sometimes," Moira said, as Sui Pai climbed off the bed and Moira took her place astride Charles and looking down at him. "So this ain't whoring. This is making good use of a boy whose mind needs to be kept off daft ideas of escaping or making trouble."

"Stop calling me a boy," Charles suddenly snapped.

"Oh," Moira said. "I see. You think you've become a man now? Don't you? Yes, I've made a man of a good few boys – or so they thought. Well, it takes more than a fuck to make a man. I know men, and you are still a boy. But perhaps that will change."

She reached down and grasped Charles's cock loosely with her right hand, gently shifting her fingers up and down its length as she moved them in a rippling caress. Charles sighed, feeling his stiffness beginning to return. "Not whoring," Moira muttered quietly, almost as if to herself. "Whoring is fucking fat Company officers and barely-washed sailors for money. Whoring is opening our legs five or six times a night, to five or six men who don't know your name. Whoring is a parade of cocks you want to forget, in places they don't belong..."

Charles found himself imaging that past life, imagining ugly men using Moira and Sui Pai in ugly ways, and hating the idea, hating the men, and yet also responding to these images from a world that was new to him.

"Hai!" Sui Pai announced from where she was standing by the bed, still naked, one arm resting against the frame of the upper bunk. Her gaze was on Charles's cock, which was once more rigid, and she produced another of the condoms from somewhere and handed it to Moira, who rolled it on with a casual gesture.

"You're still thinking 'bout whores, aren't you, boy?" Moira asked. "Still thinking you can use us how you like?" She shuffled forward, still grasping Charles's sheathed cock, and placed its tip against the soft channel into her body. "Well..."