The Complete Adventures of Quinn

Ignoring Charisma Quinn and a few mercenaries forcible unloaded the three original crew members that had betrayed Quinn. The slovenly cook was thrown overboard earlier in the trip by one of the mercenaries who became perturbed by his screaming agony. They were promptly given to Blacksword who almost immediately sold them to Fairbeard, who promptly put them in his "harem.L The men cried and begged but it was to no avail, their betrayal meant that their fate was sealed. Quinn was satisfied that they would suffer for what they did.

***VIII. A Respite At Pirate's Cove***

Quinn decided to rest at Pirate's Cove and wait for Jack Bellmont's middleman to give her a new shipment of smuggled goods. Quinn knew something had to be done about the still struggling and tied Charisma, who still was acting as her ship's figurehead. So, Charisma was untied from the figurehead, and brought into Quinn's captain's quarters, she was completely defeated and desperate for clothing, water, and food. So Quinn, sensing her advantage made a deal.

"I'll tell you what, you've paid your debt to me if you get on your hands and knees and you lick my boots until I tell you to stop," Quinn said with a smirk.

Charisma shaking with humiliation was at this point completely beaten, she just wanted to leave the situation alive. She got onto her knees and bend down and started licking Quinn's boots.

"Arch your back, put some muscle into your licking!" Quinn confidently ordered as Charisma licked Quinn's dusty boots.

After hearing a knock on the captain's room door Quinn told the knocker to "come in." Charisma seemingly broken did not even utter a protest. Suddenly the doorknob turned and Jack Bellmont himself walked into the captain's quarters to see a graphic scene, Charisma's exposed ass, and bare feet.

"Sally Rutherford!" Jack exclaimed surprisingly

Charisma spun around responding to the name, she angrily screamed "JACK!!" while covering up her naked parts. Jack began to speak.

"I see, I see it all makes sense!"

Quinn looking confused yelled out " Keep licking my boots, I didn't tell you to stop, do you want to be sold to Blacksword! AND ARCH YOUR BACK!"

Charisma let out a scream and pounded her fists on the floor but hesitantly went back to licking Quinn's boots, while jutting her ass in the air, exposing her herself completely to Jack, like a cat in heat. Charisma's whole body was crimson with humiliation. Jack began to talk again.

"This isn't Charisma, this is the Mayor's daughter Sally Rutherford! I was engaged to marry her, but I called it off on account of her abuse of the servants in her mansion. She took joy in beating her servants and I couldn't live with that. She was very upset when I called off the engagement, vengeful even, she must have gotten in contact with my competitor in Bay City and started this whole thing off as an elaborate revenge scheme. She found out you smuggled my goods and if I lose you my business would fail, I would be destitute!"

Quinn spoke, "Is this true? You can stop now."

"Yes!" Is all Charisma could mutter her face beat red, shaking with anger.

Charisma spat at Jack Bellmont, "YOU BASTARD!" Charisma screamed.

Quinn rang a bell for someone to take Charisma away, feed her and give her some clothes. Charisma stormed out of the captain's quarters covering herself, her flesh glowing with anger and humiliation.

"We did it, Jack! We won!" Quinn said confidently smiling at Jack.

"Indeed and I have your crew, I personally came here to thank you for all you do for me, I am sorry I never bothered to come here before," Jack said excitedly.

***IX. Charisma's Final Humiliation***

Quinn got out of her seat in a hurry and greeted her crew. As the newly reunited crew was celebrating Quinn learned of the beatings and the sadistic treatment her crew got when they were enslaved, by Charisma she learned one of her crew members was thrown overboard. Quinn became incensed as she heard her crew tell their tales of their abuse and decided that Charisma had not had enough punishment. Quinn decided to summon Charisma to her once more.

Charisma, dressed in rags sheepishly entered into Quinn's captain's quarters.

"Charisma, you have evened your debt with me, but as far as my crew goes, you have not even scratched the surface of repaying their debt. I am going to leave you how you left me stranded with just enough space to get to Portsmouth exhausted and naked!"

Charisma looked at Quinn with fear in her eyes, "YOU BITCH!! I cannot face that town in the nude, I am a public figure there, I will be mocked and ridiculed to no end! There is no option for this NONE! IT CANNOT HAPPEN!! I AM ROYALTY IN PORTSMOUTH I AM NOT TO BE TREATED LIKE THIS! MY FATHER SHALL HAVE YOUR HEAD!!"

Quinn coldly walked away as Charisma screamed profanities. Over the next day of sailing Quinn realized that Charisma would do anything to avoid her fate, Quinn realized she could make Charisma do anything she wanted, she had complete control over Charisma. So she came up with a plan. Quinn docked the ship just outside of Portsmouth and set up chairs for her crew on the deck. Charisma was led out with her head hung down sobbing, she was led to the plank. Charisma's toes curled over the edge of the plank.

"There is one way out!" Quinn suddenly said, Charisma suddenly perked up.

Quin continued, " You can keep your humiliation here on this ship, we will return you to the shore clothed and safe."

Charisma spun around, covering her nudity, and started to walk off the plank.

"There is one catch!" Quinn said smiling

Charisma froze, her jaw shifted with a tinge of sudden anger. Hesitantly and in a shaking voice she uttered "I will do anything."

Quinn smiled, barely holding back her sheer joy before she made her announcement.

"You will have to masturbate in front of my crew to orgasm! Being a woman I know when I see a fake orgasm! The orgasm must be real. You have a half an hour to complete your orgasm or your task will be considered a failure. This is your only way out."

Charisma nearly fainted, she stumbled down to one knee. "You sick BITCH!" Charisma managed to yell.

"You are on the clock Charisma!" Quinn smugly said.

Charisma thought she had lost all of her dignity, she thought she had felt all the shame she could feel, but now she knew that this wasn't true. Yet she decided to pursue this ultimate indignity, simply so that she could at least remain respected in Portsmouth, where she was a socialite.

Charisma swallowed and breathed in and out heavily as the crew cheered. Charisma's knees were clearly weak from the prospect of masturbating in front of all of these men that she had recently treated as chattel to be sold off into slavery. Charisma lied down on her back and spread her legs. Her whole body seemed to be set on fire, the shame was nearly unbearable. Yet it was Charisma's best option.

At first, Charisma meekly played with her exposed clit. Charisma closed her eyes and clearly tried to tune out the cat calls and laughing. Charisma tried to imagine she was in her own luxurious bed at home. Charisma's hips slightly swayed. Charisma heard Quinn laugh and slap her hand on her thigh, a tear rolled down Charisma's face.

Over time Charisma became visibly wet, she was gyrating her hips in a more pronounced fashion as she played with her clit, she couldn't help but let out slight moans of pleasure. Charisma remarkably did begin to tone out the catcalls, taunting, and laughter and began to get lost in her own pleasure.

Charisma began to let out moans, her legs spread open wider, she squirmed on the wooden ship deck and raised her naked legs up.

Then as the orgasm became closer it was revealed that clearly Charisma was familiar with herself and no longer cared about the crowd at all. Truth be told it seemed like at this point she was enjoying the fact there were onlookers.

"Yes, oh god! It feels good!" Charisma uttered, her face still beet red, although it was unknown if Charisma was flush with pleasure or shame, most likely it was a lot of both.

Charisma raised her spread legs up in a way that exposed her anus. She placed one of her middle fingers on her anus and seeming unaware of her actions fingered her ass vigorously.

"Oh God! I love it, I love it!" Charisma uttered over and over again as the crew cheered on, making comments about Charisma playing with her anus.

Charisma was dripping wet now and as the orgasm finally came, her toes curled and her whole body gyrated as she let out a scream of pleasure. Liquid gushed out of her vagina, leaving a puddle around her ass as she continued to play with her anus. It looked as though Carisma was having a seizure her eyes opened wide, but it didn't seem that she could see anything. As the orgasm persisted she flipped over on her stomach and gyrated kicking her feet and screaming in pleasure. As she kicked her feet, she humped the ground in ecstasy. Then she laid on the ship's deck motionless with some drool seeping out of the corner of her lip.

Charisma's hair was askew, she was laying in a puddle of her own juices her thighs twitched, Charisma seemed to be completely passed out.

"Take notes gentlemen that were an authentic female orgasm," Quinn said clapping her hands The crew stood up and let out a huge roar. Cheering and clapping.

"Best show I've seen in my life!" One of the rowdy pirates yelled out.

Charisma began to come to. Her mouth was agape, she was stunned, both at the power of her orgasm and at the depths of her own depravity. Her chin quivered and she began to weep as she realized that she had fiddled with her anus and had a deliriously pleasurable orgasm in front of a crowd of people.

Charisma was barely able to stand. She was wordless and did not bother covering her nudity. Stoically she put on the rags that were given to her for clothing and just stood staring into oblivion.

Charisma was escorted on a lifeboat to Portsmouth where she could theoretically assume being Sally Rutherford again. The crew watched as Charisma slowly made her way on the lifeboat to the shores of Portsmouth. When the lifeboat returned made it to the shore Quinn ordered the "Madam Ambrose" to be turned around so that it could sail away from Portsmouth.

***X. An Epilog for Charisma***

A few weeks after seeing Charisma make her way towards the shore of Portsmouth, Quinn got some additional news about Charisma's fate. It was Jack Bellmont's middle man that broke the news.

"Apparently someone let the cat out of the bag that Sally Rutherford had run away and become a pirate."

"Did they execute her?" Quinn inquired

"No, they were lenient since she was the daughter of the mayor, apparently they gave the wench a bare bottom spanking in the middle of the town square like she was a little girl, they didn't even let her wear a shred of clothes."

"Oh, she must have been so mortified!" Quinn said smiling

"Yeah, she didn't make it easy on herself, she kicked and screamed and struggled, crying like some sort of spoiled brat. They say she cursed and made noises animals make as her hindquarters were pulverized by the executioner's hand."

Quinn couldn't help but hold back laughter.

"That's not the best part, though, they paraded her naked about town to make an example of her, the whole town saw her well-spanked red ass, they threw rotten fruit at her, even dumped chamber pots on her as she walked."

Quinn couldn't help but smile. Quinn looked on in wonder as her crew happily loaded smuggled goods into her ship.

***Part 2: The Traitor's Gambit***

XI. The Aftermath

Several months have passed...

Quinn docked her ship at the busy but illegal smuggling port of Pirate Cove. She had just plundered a slave ship from the Kingdom of Dryquell. Quinn took all the valuables off of the ship, including the clothing off the backs of every single Dryquellian sailor. She dropped the slaves off on Emil Island, which acted as a refugee camp for freed slaves. She let the naked slave traitors navigate on a small raft back to their home. She then headed into Pirate Cove to wait to sell her goods to Bellmont's middleman. When the middleman arrived he did not look especially happy.

"Quinn all hell has broken loose in Portsmouth because of you. The mayor's daughter Sally Rutherford has caused a massive problem. When Sally was exposed as a pirate and spanked in public, it looked horrible for the mayor, so the town called for special elections for which he is likely to lose. Words even went out the Parliament, there is a big anti-pirate uproar throughout the whole kingdom."

"I didn't tell anyone in Portsmouth Sally was a pirate!" Quinn spoke back in defense.

"Well, because you let her live and because she was exposed, the mayor who was friendly with Mr. Bellmont and all smugglers and who accepted bribes is going to be thrown out of office and in the mayor's place is one of those moral types that promises to crack down on pirating and smuggling, I am telling you this is Kingdom wide! This puts the whole operation in danger!" The middleman was visibly troubled.

"Well maybe the huge shipment I just brought in for Bellmont will make him happy," Quinn responded.

"It might ease some pain, but he will have to go into hiding soon and it may be the last shipment you give to him. Our whole operation will be easily exposed if we don't have a mayor friendly to our type of business."

After the shipment went through Quinn felt quite melancholy, and filled with worry. She probably should have killed Sally Rutherford, who Quinn knew as Charisma, but Quinn was more sadistic, she enjoyed watching her rival suffer in humiliation, she believed that Charisma/Sally Rutherford living the rest of her life in shame was a better punishment. Dismayed at the news of the special election in Portsmouth Quinn decided to do what most of her crew was doing, getting drunk at the "Bucket O' Blood" the local tavern at Pirate Cove.

***XII. The Bucket O' Blood***

When Quinn walked into the "Bucket O' Blood" she was met with rowdy applause, she was adorned in her captain's outfit. She had a cutlass on her hip and two concealed small pistol's inside her jacket sleeves, she knew the "Bucket O' Blood" was a dangerous and foul place, and that made her feel right at home.

In the Bucket O' Blood, there were plenty of hookers, pirates, gamblers and fighters. The tavern was too rowdy for the owners to control, there were nightly fights and the occasional murder. On this night, Quinn won two drinking contests against Blacksword and Ravenhair, two grizzled pirates. Quinn had previously sold some of her crew that mutinied with Sally Rutherford to Blacksword, who in turn sold them to Fairbeard. Ravenhair was an old woman pirate who taught Quinn many things. Now both pirates were passed out on their respective tables.

Quinn now drunk started telling some of her colleagues about what Bellmont's middleman had told her, there was quite a bit of worry but the drinking and fighting continued. Quinn now substantially drunk sat down on a corner bench, isolated from the rest of the reveling. In a matter of moments, a striking young woman sat next to her. Quinn had never seen this woman before and a woman of her beauty rarely entered the Bucket O' Blood.

"I'm Vixen, I am a member of Fairbeard's crew," the woman said introducing herself.

Quinn was interested to know about her former treacherous crew members, that had been given to Fairbeard's harem of men and how they were being treated.

"Fairbeard hasn't broken them yet, they've been doing hard labor in the nude on his ship. He usually lets them go once they offer up their assholes for him a couple of times, Fairbeard gets tired of his toys quite frequently."

Quinn laughed at the thought of those scoundrels performing sexual favors for an old pirate just to get their freedom back. Quinn looked into Vixen's eyes to respond with words and was immediately entranced. Vixen's icy blue eyes stared into Quinn longingly. Quinn was immediately turned on and ready for a drunken rendezvous, and it looked like Vixen wanted the same.

"I've heard a lot about you, Quinn, I've heard you're the most respected female captain in the entire sea," Vixen spoke from her lush lips.

"The most respected, really?" Quinn responded, always the sucker for compliments.

Vixen put her hand on Quinn's thigh and leaned forward, the two began to vigorously and passionately kiss. Quinn did prefer men, but just the right woman could persuade her to lie with the fairer sex. Quinn's sexual exploits with men and women were like most other pirates in the sense that they were numerous and meaningless, it was part of the lifestyle.

Quinn went to the tavern owner and purchased an upstairs room. Vixen and Quinn walked up to the room. Upstairs the two women could hear moaning and grunting of numerous other people also having a good time with each other. This just turned Quinn on more. The two immediately fell on the straw bed and groped and fondled each other as they kissed. Quinn had the foresight to light a few candles in the room to make sure both women got a good view of each other.

"I've heard things about you Quinn" Vixen spoke seductively.

"Like what?" Quinn said smiling back

"Strip!" Vixen sharply ordered.

Quinn got up and started taking her clothing off, one layer at a time until she was completely nude standing in front of Vixen. Vixen meanwhile was still clothed. It was true Quinn had a predilection to be dominated, this was in juxtaposition to her position in life as a captain. Quinn didn't fully understand why she liked this role reversal, but it turned her on tremendously none-the-less.

"Get on your knees!" Vixen ordered Quinn did so immediately.

"Hands behind your back!" Vixen picked up Quinn's belt sash and walked around to Quinn's backside. Tying Quinn's arms together tightly.

Quinn was starting to feel her juices flow. She was down on her knees looking up at the tall black haired young woman with the icy blue eyes. Vixen started to undress in front of Quinn. Underneath Vixen's clothing was an athletic woman with a solid build. Vixen's legs were long and well defined, her breasts were medium sized but firm and not at all sagging. Quinn, on the other hand, was shorter and rounder, Quinn was at least five or six years older than Vixen and her breasts were bigger but hung down more. Quinn was in awe of Vixen's body. Vixen's body was something she could envy and worship. As Vixen lay naked with her legs spread on the straw bed Quinn's mouth began to water. Quinn loved to give oral sex to both women and men, she nearly climaxed many times just in this act of giving. Often times Quinn embarrassed herself in the desperate and voracious way she gave head.

"Lick my pussy." Vixen harshly spoke.

Quinn breathing heavily, crawled on her knees and then lied on her stomach, her face pressing into Vixen's pussy, her hands still tied behind her back. Quinn looked up at Vixen as she lapped at Vixen's pussy, grunting, moaning and breathing heavily. Vixen looked down at Quinn smugly and ran her hand through Quinn's hair. Then Vixen closed her eye's and slowly gyrated her hips on Quinn's mouth, completely owning her own pleasure. As Vixen became more turned on her thighs tightened around Quinn's neck and head to the point where it was hard for Quinn to breathe. Quinn liked this helpless position she was in, she felt her juices running down her thighs. As Quinn became more aroused she let out muffled moans into Vixen's pussy.

Vixen pushed Quinn's head even deeper into her pussy as Vixen loudly began to scream in ecstasy. Quinn was nearly about to orgasm herself she kicked her feet and screamed a muffled scream into Vixen's crotch. When Vixen finally finished her orgasm, her mood changed. With a wild and insane look in her eyes she gritted her teeth and began to violently squeeze her thighs around Quinn's neck.