Escape from Cap François:- A Pirate's Tale
Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2024 8:59 pm
In this story, two infamous female pirates of legend; Mary Reed and Anne Bonny make their USB debut. The year is 1684 and notorious pirate Mary Reed has been captured by the French during a raid on the French colony of Cap François, along the northern coast of Haiti formerly the Spanish territory of Hispanola. She is due to be executed, hung by the neck for the crimes of piracy against the English, Spanish and French territories and witchcraft. However, Mary as a plan to escape her confinement and return to her ship The Siren's Call. Unbeknownst to her, her best friend and first mate Anne Bonny is plotting a daring rescue of her own. Will the two meet each other and escape the colony? This is their story...
Fort St Joseph Prison, Cap François, French Haiti, 14th June 1684 11:25am
She could hear the crashing of the clear blue waves from her cell that faced the wide open Carribbean sea and see the docked silhouette of her ship The Siren's Call at the colonies docks, freedom so tantalisingly close. Perhaps her French captors considered it a joke to dangle these things in front of her, like a man would tempt his dog with a cut of meat, when her life was on the line. But no one ever accused the french of having a sense of humour, particularly an English woman like she. Oh to feel the salt spray on my face, the wind in my hair and that blazing hot sun caressing my cheeks again with Anne by my side. That's true freedom. Thought Mary Reed, garbed in only a thin white prison gown grasping the bars of her cell, waiting for her chance to escape her appointed execution. She was half hoping that Anne herself would show up to break her out but it seems that it was time to exercise that old adage; if you want something done, do it yourself.
At 24, Mary was a damn sight more prettier than those accursed wanted posters that never did her much justice. She had tanned slightly squared features with high cheekbones and piercing sapphire blue eyes. Her short dark brown hair cut short in a tomboyish style. A far cry from her days as a spoilt daughter of the governor of Port Royal, when her hair was long and curled. Not anymore, with many mistaking her for a male these days. I'am still a woman and damn proud, even if I don't wear stupid dresses and wigs. In fact I'am more a woman then any of these french ladies. At least I'am free. The sound of her jailer, a pockmarked snaggle toothed soldier named Claude unlocking her door snapped her from her thoughts. Turning from the window, she sat in the end of her straw bed awaiting the new arrivals.
The door opened to reveal Claude, resplendent as always in his blue uniform coat, red waistcoat and white breeches a blue tricorn perched on his balding head and a young pretty nun with gentle rounded features, slender cheekbones and big beautiful brown eyes. Her petite frame covered by the long black repressive robe that removed any trace of her feminity, held up about her slim waste with a rope belt where dangled a rosary and sandals on her small feet. Hair covered by a black and wimple. Ugh! I hate nuns garb so repressive and demeaning, yet it represents my salvation. I just need her to enter and she's all mine. "Morning, wrench!" Grunted Claude, his breath smelling of rum. "This is Sister Marie from the Notre-Dame Cathedral, coming to administer your last rights. Which you don't you deserve, you poxy little witch!" He hawked up a wad of spit, launching it at Mary's feet. This drew a disapproving frown from the young nun. "Please good sir, control your anger. The lord welcomes back any of his wayward flock. Even this woman who worships satan himself, must be given the chance to repent her sins and denounce the devil himself so she can enter our Lord's kingdom." Claude shook his head. "I don't why you would bother, sister. Surely there more worthier souls to save, you have fifteen minutes." With that he slammed the iron door, locking it and leaving the two women alone. Clutching her bible, Sister Marie flashed her a patronising smile.
"My child. Are you ready to confess your sins, renounce satan and prepare yourself to enter our Lord's Kingdom?" The young nun said sitting on the end of Mary's cot, shoulder to shoulder. Mary crossed her hands in her lap, coiling up like a snake ready to strike at a plump mouse. "Yes in fact, Sister. I wish to confess all and receive absolution. Will you hear my confession?" Marie smiled nodding. "Of course, child. The Lord acts kindly on all those that receive Him." Mary took a deep breath as she reeled the unsuspecting woman in. "It's been, well a long time since my last confession. And I want to confess that I have had feelings about other women, namely you Sister Marie. What do you think of that?" The young sister's mouth hung open in shock, she blinked dully in surprise. "W-what I don't understand." A small smile danced across the pirates lips. "What I mean is I want to see what you have under those robes, after I strip them from your body." Without giving the young nun time to react, Mary clamped a hand over the young woman's mouth muffling her cry of betrayal then with the other gripping her slender throat forcing her onto the bed and squeezing. She straddled the girl pinning the nuns arms to her sides with her knees.
"Shh! Sister Marie, it will be over very soon. I'am not going to kill you, you are no threat to me but you have something I need to escape; your robes and everything else. I know I'am committing a sin here but God would understand." Tears were streaming down the young nuns face as she pleaded with those big brown eyes of hers for release, in response Mary squeezed tighter and tighter the girl's legs kicking as she bucked in a desperate bid to throw the pirate off. But it was no avail as Marie let out a strangle muffled rattle, her big pretty eyes rolling into the back of her head slumping into the covers. Mary squeezed just a bit more to see if the girl was playing dead, but breathed a sigh of relief when she glanced at the nuns breasts rising and falling. Feeling a sense of exhilaration at strangling the nun into slumber, Mary pulled off her white linens revealing her nudity then lent into the girls ear. "You're a prize, Sister Marie, wasted in the nuns life and I wasn't lying when I said I had feelings for other women. Just not you in particular..."
Glancing up at the door, making sure that her struggle with Marie wasn't heard by Claude, Mary got to to work undressing the unconscious nun. Removing the nuns wimple revealed Marie's short cut chestnut hair that only seemed to enhance the girls feminity despite her calling. "You have such lovely hair, Marie." She said caressing the nuns cheek. "Such a tragedy they make you hide it, girl. Now forgive my curiosity but I've always wanted to know what you're wearing under that. Anne once said you're completely naked. Time to find out..." Untying the nuns rope belt, Mary opened out the robe sighing as she revealed a long white laced cotton underdress, the nipples of Marie's small breasts peaking through the thin fabric. She felt her own nipples perk up at the sight, Mary herself being no stranger to the affections of both genders. "Not what I was expecting, Anne owes me a sovereign." Unlacing the nuns underdress, Mary peeled the undergarment from Marie's slim petite body revealing perfect little breasts with dark pink puffy areolas and perky nipples, small pink womanhood topped with a thin trimmed strip of light brown hair and peach shaped buttocks. After unstrapping Marie's sandals, Mary quickly pulled on the young nuns underwear and robes.
Flipping the unconscious naked nun onto her belly, Mary tore the strips from her prison smock binding and gagging the young woman admiring her soft pert buttocks. "Definitely wasted on the church, love. With a body like that you could go far in Tortuga." She quipped cocooning the girl with the sack cloth sheet. Picking up Marie's bible from the bed, Mary's thoughts turned to Anne. I wonder what she's up to? I hope she's not planning to take the ship with me in here. No, she wouldn't do that. She loves me as much as I love her. Well, let's hope my french hasn't gotten rusty. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door.
Outside the Fort, the Same Moment
19 year old Daphné Le Clerc fanned herself with her hand to ward off the blazing Carribbean sun, pausing in her washing the blood from the prisoners linens in the small stream just outside the fort. She often lamented that she often got these dirty jobs baking in the sun while the other girls served the kings soldiers, on account of her youth. I will never find a handsome man smelling of blood and brackish water. She was a cute attractive girl with slightly tanned heart shaped features, shallow cheekbones and almond shaped eyes a pleasing colour of teal. Her long tied back honey blonde hair covered by a tied cloth cap. She was dressed this morning in a cheap yellow bodice, dirty grey long skirt and buckled cow hide leather shoes underneath which was a laced white shirt and petticoat.
Bending down to take another bloodied shirt from the basket, Daphné froze as he heard a rustling from the reeds behind her. "Hello? Is someone there?" She asked turning to face the sound, gasping as she came face to face with a pretty flame headed woman with pale freckled features, dressed in mens garb holding a thin bladed stiletto. "Hello, love." The woman said with a curious sing song accent, reaching out to grab her bodice by the collar. "Nothing personal, lass. But I need your clothes..." Before she could even scream, Daphné was yanked into the reeds and felt a sharp blow to her temple that knocked her unconscious with a short pained squeak.
"Well aren't you a mere slip of a girl? Not exactly my size but beggars can't be choosers." Quipped former chamber maid Anne Bonny in her irish lilt caressing the girls bodice. "Besides, I'am not letting the woman I love swing. Let's get you naked, dearie." Kneeling over the girls unconscious body, Anne stripped out of her leather doublet, white shirt, trousers and boots taking another stiletto from her belt then got to work. After unbuckling the girls shoes, Anne untied the cloth bonnet revealing the youths pinned back blonde hair. "A golden haired beauty? Why hide it? If you were a pirate then that would be flying in the breeze, catching the sun." Shrugging she adopted the girls hairstyle, before unfastening her bodice revealing the nipples of small slightly pointed youthful breasts with light pink areolas peaking through the thin fabric of her shirt. "Very sweet indeed, dear. Shall we have a closer look." Anne smiled unlacing the serving girls shirt folding it open exposing her breasts to the world before slipping off the garment. Smiling in admiration, Anne whipped down the girls skirts followed by her petticoat in smooth quick motions. "Not bad girl, but would trim your lady parts if I were you..." Anne winked at the now naked serving girl, eyes drinking in her full womanhood crowned with an untrimmed smattering of golden pubic hair and pert plum buttocks as she dressed in the girls clothes.
"Damn I knew it be a tight fit." Anne said glancing down at her stolen skirts frowning at the exposed ankles. "At least the shoes fit. Thank the Lord for small miracles." Retrieving some rope from her trouser pocket, Anne bound and gagged the girl before dragging her unconscious naked body into the bushes. Walking back out onto the streams bank, she concealed the stiletto's under the linens then hoisted it onto her shoulder. Taking a deep breath she approached the main gate guarded by two french soldiers. "Bonjour, mademoiselle. Are you finished with the linens?" Anne nodded hesitating slightly. Where's Mary when I need her? She's the one that speaks french fluently. Good thing she's teaching me the basics. "Oui." She flashed both men warm seductive smiles. The second guard opened the large wooden door. "Then we won't keep you. Anyway, you should stay for the executions. It's not everyday we hang a female pirate." The two men laughed as she walked passed them into the fort heading towards the cell block. Not on my watch you won't!
Fort St Joseph, Cell Block 11:35am
Bowing her head and clutching Sister Marie's bible, Mary greeted the ugly pockmarked face of Claude her sailor. "So you've given up on this one, eh Sister?" Mary made an exaggerated cry of disgust. "The woman is completely unrepentant!" She replied mimicking Marie's accent perfectly. "She will not except God into her heart and fervently supports Satan!" Both made the sign of the cross before Mary continued. " This may sound uncharitable but the sooner she's sent to hell for her wickedness the better. Anyhow, she's fallen asleep and asked to be with her own before the end." Claude nodded. "Not all of them can be saved, sister. Follow me, I will show you out." Falling into step beside the man, Mary looked up to see a young pretty redheaded serving girl approach her holding a wicker basket, whose clothes looked way too tight on her. Their eyes met then recognition followed. Annie? She didn't abandon me at all, I should have known. Huh? Who did she rob for that get up? She's practically bursting out of that bodice! Her face level, Mary turned to the jailor. "It's quite alright, Monsieur Claude. I wish to make a quick prayer to the chapel with this serving girl before I head back to the cathedral." Playing her part, Anne curtseyed with respect. "Are you sure you know the way out, Sister?" Asked Claude as Mary fell in beside Anne. "Well, I'am sure this innocent soul will know the way." The pirate replied with a wry smile. Satisfied, Claude went back the way he came. "Well good to you sister." Taking Anne gently by the arm, Mary led her into the empty chapel.
"Shite. You really make a good nun, Mary. It's dead eerie." Anne said with a crushing bear hug, Mary smiled feeling the warmth of her best friend. "And you make a terrible serving girl, Annie. Haven't I always told you to mug a girl that's near or your body size? Especially if you want to blend in. You're lucky these frenchies aren't paying attention" Anne shrugged pulling out of the hug. "Well, I didn't have much choice Mary. It was either a mere slip of a girl or nothing and as much as I relish sharing a cell with you, I don't want to see you hanged. Anyway that nuns habit looks a treat on you." She kissed Mary on the cheek before rummaging through the basket handing her a stiletto which Mary concealed in her stolen. "So what's next captain?" Pocketing the thin blade, Mary made for the door with Anne at her heels. "We get the bloody hell out of here first. Then see about getting some new clothes, from a girl that fits you and a carriage to the docks then put this rat trap in our rudder?" Anne nodded, hauling the basket back on her shoulder. "Then we make for Tortuga?" Mary giggled flashing her a wink. "Tortuga. Right stay behind me and let me do the talking." She opened the door with Anne right on her heels.
"So are you done saving souls for today, sister?" Asked the first guard as his partner opened the large wooden doors. Mary smiled warmly. "No, good sir. This innocent creature as expressed interest in joining our ranks, I thought to accompany her to the cathedral to instruct her." Anne did a respectful curtsey for affect. "The second guard turned around. "Well that's another whose going to leave us to find God. Come to think of it I haven't seen Daphné all morning." Mary and Anne exchanged looks. "Well, I'am sure she will turn up sooner or later soldier. Maybe she's merely answering the call of nature." The two men glanced at each other shrugging before turning back to the women. "Well you two ladies have a beautiful afternoon, and take care." Flashing the men farewell smiles, they walked away from the fort and down the road towards the docks.
3km from Fort St Joseph, 11:44am
"You owe me a sovereign by the way, Annie. You said nuns were naked under their robes. This one had an underdress underneath." The two walked down the deserted road, with Anne having retrieved her dagger after ditching her basket in a ditch once they were out of sight of the fort. Chuckling, Anne took out a jangling bag of doubloons from her skirts. Taking one out see flipped it to her captain. "They are naked underneath in Ireland, trust me. Anyway take that as an investment I will pay you back after our next raid." Mary took the coin glancing at the symbol of the Spanish Merchant marine. "From that Galleon last week? That was a good haul-wait?! Do you see that?" Stopping she pointed to a carriage by the side of the road, with a wheel missing and a man crouching by a spare. Nearby, two women stood chatting with their backs to the ditch. Anne nodded. "Could be a change of clothes and a carriage to boot. Shall we have a closer look, Mary?" A wide grin on their faces, the two pirates slid into the ditch behind the women.
"Well look at her. There's enough finery on her body to afford at least two Ships of the Line, plus she's exactly my size." Mary smiled as she regarded the rich young lady on the left hand side, garbed in an expensive blue silk low cut short sleeve dress with gold embroidery, white petticoat and black buckled shoes, fanning herself with a whalebone fan. Her neck and wrists adorned with a gold sapphire pendant and pearl bangle. She was a pretty thing with the aquiline features and prominent cheekbones of wealth, almond shaped blue eyes and a long curled auburn haired wig. Anne sighed as she scanned the comely young maid. "And I have to play the maid. I guess some things never change." She chuckled feigning disappoint. The chambermaid herself was no slouch, with gentle features, rounded cheekbones and soft green doe shaped eyes her jet black hair tied back into a bun under a tied white cloth cap. She was dressed in a crimson low cut bodice, cleaner white laced shirt and skirt matching petticoat, stockings and brown strapped sandals. "I don't deny wearing her clothes would be a damn sight more comfortable then this. But are you sure we can't flip for it? You're always the noblewoman." Mary laughed, kissing Anne on her cheek. "That's because Annie, I was a noblewoman. And if weren't in such a hurry then I would totally flip you for it." She winked clambering out of the ditch, drawing her stiletto. "Besides, you get to strip a beautiful woman and she her naked. What's not to like?" Anne smiled as she followed her friend. " I would sooner she you naked, love..." She hushed under her breath, drawing a grin from Mary as the two pirates crept on the unsuspecting women.
"How long must I continue standing in this infernal heat?!" Cried 22 year old Elodie Du Fontaine, daughter of the colonies governor Jacques as she fanned herself furiously looking down at the pathetic little man her coachman Marcel who was busy replacing the wheel. "How long is this going to take you pathetic little man?! I was supposed to be at the cathedral for mass 15 minutes ago!" Marcel rolled his eyes. "It will take as long as it's going to take, mademoiselle. Longer with the interruptions." Elodie roared with frustration stamping her foot. At her shoulder, Elodie's 21 year old chambermaid Claudette laid a gentle hand on her ladies. "My lady, please calm yourself. Losing yourself would be most unladylike. I'am sure Marcel will be finished soon." Elodie took a deep breath. "Thank you, Claudette. You always know what to say-mmpph!" Both women felt hands clamp around their mouths to muffle their cries of surprise, then sharp pains on the back of their hands as they were knocked unconscious by the pommels of the pirates stiletto's. The fan falling from Elodie's limp fingers to clatter onto the road.
"Whoa! What the fuck?!" The coachman cried spinning around as the pirates lowered the unconscious women to the ground. Reacting quickly, Anne tossed the chambermaids' limp body to the ground reaching for her bag of silver. "Calm yourself man! How does 50 silver sound to buy you, the carriage and your silence?" She said jangling the bag in front of the man's nose, as Mary quickly stripped naked behind her kneeling over the sleeping rich girl. The greed in the coachman's eyes shone bright. "You're those infamous pirate women, right. The way I see it, you need me more. So how about the entire bag and we'll call it even?" Losing her patience, Mary drew her stiletto pinning the man to the carriage with her free arm, holding it to his throat. "Hey, easy! I was just say-" " How about 50 silver and you're life?! We can always find another coachman for less. How's that for a counter offer?" Anne gritted her teeth with menace, poking the stiletto's blade into the mans neck just enough to draw a bead of blood.
The man wilted, eyes fixed in terror on the straight blade. "Alright, alright, alright! Just don't kill me. Hey you're stripping them?" He asked Mary over Anne's shoulder, as she unlaced the noblewomans' dress from the rear. Looking up Mary chuckled peeling the girl's garment from her body. "What's a matter, coachman? You've never seen a woman strip another before?" The coachman's lecherous eyes scanning the woman's youthful breasts under her sheer lace shirt. "Can I help? I've always wondered what she looks like naked." Anne let out a disgusted noise turning her back on the odious little man, before kneeling beside the unconscious chambermaid stripping out of her too small serving wrench outfit. Mary didn't look up from removing the rich girls jewellery and wig, exposing tied back shift auburn hair. "How about you just fix the damn wheel, and leave the rest to us my friend?" The coachman sighed disappointing before getting back to work. Turning to Anne, who was unlacing the maids bodice Mary grinned. "You're so attractive when you're angry, my little Irish spitfire." Anne chuckled pulling off the maids bonnet. "And you're always so charming, my English rose."
Within five minutes, the two pirates were fully dressed in their stolen garb, including the jewellery and underclothes standing over the bound gagged naked bodies of the two women. " She's not half bad, this noble. But I always had a thing for red heads." Remarked Mary admiring the tight body of the young rich girl, her pert young freckled breasts with dark red rose petal areolas, small trimmed clitoris topped with a thick strip of auburn fuzz and bubble buttocks. "Only Irish ones I hope?" Anne teased as she drank in the sight of the petite chambermaid, her fuller rounded breasts with slightly pointed dark pink areolas, full vagina crowned with a thick trimmed triangle of black hair and peach shaped bum fully exposed to the Carribbean sun. "Of course, love. All the beauties of french couldn't compare to one Irish maiden." Anne laughed kissing her lover on her cheek. "Flatterer" she remarked as they rolled the naked bound french women into the ditch with their feet, tossing the remains of their torn useless disguises after them. They looked up to see the coachman, Marcel, approach his eyes fixed on the bodies of nude girls laying in the roadside ditch. Mary breathed impatiently. "Yes, Marcel? Bring your eyes up, if you please."
Sighing the weedy coachman wrung his heads. "Well my esteemed pirate wrenches, the wheel is fixed. Where do you want to go?" Mary flashed him a smile. "Take us to the docks, where our ship is berthed. We will pay half now and half on arrival. Deal?" The man nodded as Anne emptied a quarter of the money bag into his waiting palm. Biting one and satisfied it was real, Marcel clambered onto the carriage fore step. Opening the carriage door, Anne opened the door beckoning her forward. "Your carriage awaits my lady." She winked coyly as Mary laughed hiking up her stolen dress and stepping inside the carriage, fanning herself with Elodie's fan. "You look lovely in that dress, Mary. It looks better on you than it did on her." Anne said slamming the door shut, sitting down touching shoulders with her lover. Mary caressed her cheek as they felt the jerk of the carriage rolling forward. "You don't look bad yourself, Annie." She purred with desire before passionately kissing Anne. Behind them they heard the distant sound of bells ringing from the fort.
Cap François Docks, 12:10pm
By the time they had reached the Siren's Call , word had not reached the colony proper of their escape but the pirate women knew that was a matter time before that changed. Striking while the iron was still hot, Mary and Anne paid the last of Marcel's fee leaving a very happy coachman who they advised to find a new line of work as soon as possible. "Could I join you ladies on your ship and become a pirate? I promise not to get in your way." The two women glanced at each other on the gang plank. "I'am sorry, Marcel but where not taking on new crew. But I will put in a good word for you when we reach Tortuga, au revoir." Mary shook her head as she strolled up the gang plank with Anne in tow, leaving a dejected looking Marcel standing by the carriage on the docks.
"So captain, first mate? Where are we headed?" Asked the bosun of the Siren's Call , a bearded genial man named Jeremiah Gibbs an ex royal navy bosun who had been with the crew for three years now. Mary smiled throwing off her stolen wig. "Make for Tortuga then we begin raiding the Spanish Main once we have took on extra provisions. As for myself and the first mate, we need a moment to slip into something...more comfortable below decks." She said pointedly to Anne, gently taking her hand giving it a good squeeze. Gibbs beamed flashing off a quick salute. "Aye, Aye capitan. You heard the lady! On deck you scurvy dogs! Hands to braces and prepare to cast off!" He bellowed to the men and women of the Siren's Call , who quickly rushed to their positions. Hand in hand, Mary and Anne giggled as they approached the captain's cabin whistling A Pirate's Life For Me revelling in their freedom as their ship, a repurposed Spanish Ship of the Line put Cap François to her rudder.
Fort St Joseph Prison, Cap François, French Haiti, 14th June 1684 11:25am
She could hear the crashing of the clear blue waves from her cell that faced the wide open Carribbean sea and see the docked silhouette of her ship The Siren's Call at the colonies docks, freedom so tantalisingly close. Perhaps her French captors considered it a joke to dangle these things in front of her, like a man would tempt his dog with a cut of meat, when her life was on the line. But no one ever accused the french of having a sense of humour, particularly an English woman like she. Oh to feel the salt spray on my face, the wind in my hair and that blazing hot sun caressing my cheeks again with Anne by my side. That's true freedom. Thought Mary Reed, garbed in only a thin white prison gown grasping the bars of her cell, waiting for her chance to escape her appointed execution. She was half hoping that Anne herself would show up to break her out but it seems that it was time to exercise that old adage; if you want something done, do it yourself.
At 24, Mary was a damn sight more prettier than those accursed wanted posters that never did her much justice. She had tanned slightly squared features with high cheekbones and piercing sapphire blue eyes. Her short dark brown hair cut short in a tomboyish style. A far cry from her days as a spoilt daughter of the governor of Port Royal, when her hair was long and curled. Not anymore, with many mistaking her for a male these days. I'am still a woman and damn proud, even if I don't wear stupid dresses and wigs. In fact I'am more a woman then any of these french ladies. At least I'am free. The sound of her jailer, a pockmarked snaggle toothed soldier named Claude unlocking her door snapped her from her thoughts. Turning from the window, she sat in the end of her straw bed awaiting the new arrivals.
The door opened to reveal Claude, resplendent as always in his blue uniform coat, red waistcoat and white breeches a blue tricorn perched on his balding head and a young pretty nun with gentle rounded features, slender cheekbones and big beautiful brown eyes. Her petite frame covered by the long black repressive robe that removed any trace of her feminity, held up about her slim waste with a rope belt where dangled a rosary and sandals on her small feet. Hair covered by a black and wimple. Ugh! I hate nuns garb so repressive and demeaning, yet it represents my salvation. I just need her to enter and she's all mine. "Morning, wrench!" Grunted Claude, his breath smelling of rum. "This is Sister Marie from the Notre-Dame Cathedral, coming to administer your last rights. Which you don't you deserve, you poxy little witch!" He hawked up a wad of spit, launching it at Mary's feet. This drew a disapproving frown from the young nun. "Please good sir, control your anger. The lord welcomes back any of his wayward flock. Even this woman who worships satan himself, must be given the chance to repent her sins and denounce the devil himself so she can enter our Lord's kingdom." Claude shook his head. "I don't why you would bother, sister. Surely there more worthier souls to save, you have fifteen minutes." With that he slammed the iron door, locking it and leaving the two women alone. Clutching her bible, Sister Marie flashed her a patronising smile.
"My child. Are you ready to confess your sins, renounce satan and prepare yourself to enter our Lord's Kingdom?" The young nun said sitting on the end of Mary's cot, shoulder to shoulder. Mary crossed her hands in her lap, coiling up like a snake ready to strike at a plump mouse. "Yes in fact, Sister. I wish to confess all and receive absolution. Will you hear my confession?" Marie smiled nodding. "Of course, child. The Lord acts kindly on all those that receive Him." Mary took a deep breath as she reeled the unsuspecting woman in. "It's been, well a long time since my last confession. And I want to confess that I have had feelings about other women, namely you Sister Marie. What do you think of that?" The young sister's mouth hung open in shock, she blinked dully in surprise. "W-what I don't understand." A small smile danced across the pirates lips. "What I mean is I want to see what you have under those robes, after I strip them from your body." Without giving the young nun time to react, Mary clamped a hand over the young woman's mouth muffling her cry of betrayal then with the other gripping her slender throat forcing her onto the bed and squeezing. She straddled the girl pinning the nuns arms to her sides with her knees.
"Shh! Sister Marie, it will be over very soon. I'am not going to kill you, you are no threat to me but you have something I need to escape; your robes and everything else. I know I'am committing a sin here but God would understand." Tears were streaming down the young nuns face as she pleaded with those big brown eyes of hers for release, in response Mary squeezed tighter and tighter the girl's legs kicking as she bucked in a desperate bid to throw the pirate off. But it was no avail as Marie let out a strangle muffled rattle, her big pretty eyes rolling into the back of her head slumping into the covers. Mary squeezed just a bit more to see if the girl was playing dead, but breathed a sigh of relief when she glanced at the nuns breasts rising and falling. Feeling a sense of exhilaration at strangling the nun into slumber, Mary pulled off her white linens revealing her nudity then lent into the girls ear. "You're a prize, Sister Marie, wasted in the nuns life and I wasn't lying when I said I had feelings for other women. Just not you in particular..."
Glancing up at the door, making sure that her struggle with Marie wasn't heard by Claude, Mary got to to work undressing the unconscious nun. Removing the nuns wimple revealed Marie's short cut chestnut hair that only seemed to enhance the girls feminity despite her calling. "You have such lovely hair, Marie." She said caressing the nuns cheek. "Such a tragedy they make you hide it, girl. Now forgive my curiosity but I've always wanted to know what you're wearing under that. Anne once said you're completely naked. Time to find out..." Untying the nuns rope belt, Mary opened out the robe sighing as she revealed a long white laced cotton underdress, the nipples of Marie's small breasts peaking through the thin fabric. She felt her own nipples perk up at the sight, Mary herself being no stranger to the affections of both genders. "Not what I was expecting, Anne owes me a sovereign." Unlacing the nuns underdress, Mary peeled the undergarment from Marie's slim petite body revealing perfect little breasts with dark pink puffy areolas and perky nipples, small pink womanhood topped with a thin trimmed strip of light brown hair and peach shaped buttocks. After unstrapping Marie's sandals, Mary quickly pulled on the young nuns underwear and robes.
Flipping the unconscious naked nun onto her belly, Mary tore the strips from her prison smock binding and gagging the young woman admiring her soft pert buttocks. "Definitely wasted on the church, love. With a body like that you could go far in Tortuga." She quipped cocooning the girl with the sack cloth sheet. Picking up Marie's bible from the bed, Mary's thoughts turned to Anne. I wonder what she's up to? I hope she's not planning to take the ship with me in here. No, she wouldn't do that. She loves me as much as I love her. Well, let's hope my french hasn't gotten rusty. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door.
Outside the Fort, the Same Moment
19 year old Daphné Le Clerc fanned herself with her hand to ward off the blazing Carribbean sun, pausing in her washing the blood from the prisoners linens in the small stream just outside the fort. She often lamented that she often got these dirty jobs baking in the sun while the other girls served the kings soldiers, on account of her youth. I will never find a handsome man smelling of blood and brackish water. She was a cute attractive girl with slightly tanned heart shaped features, shallow cheekbones and almond shaped eyes a pleasing colour of teal. Her long tied back honey blonde hair covered by a tied cloth cap. She was dressed this morning in a cheap yellow bodice, dirty grey long skirt and buckled cow hide leather shoes underneath which was a laced white shirt and petticoat.
Bending down to take another bloodied shirt from the basket, Daphné froze as he heard a rustling from the reeds behind her. "Hello? Is someone there?" She asked turning to face the sound, gasping as she came face to face with a pretty flame headed woman with pale freckled features, dressed in mens garb holding a thin bladed stiletto. "Hello, love." The woman said with a curious sing song accent, reaching out to grab her bodice by the collar. "Nothing personal, lass. But I need your clothes..." Before she could even scream, Daphné was yanked into the reeds and felt a sharp blow to her temple that knocked her unconscious with a short pained squeak.
"Well aren't you a mere slip of a girl? Not exactly my size but beggars can't be choosers." Quipped former chamber maid Anne Bonny in her irish lilt caressing the girls bodice. "Besides, I'am not letting the woman I love swing. Let's get you naked, dearie." Kneeling over the girls unconscious body, Anne stripped out of her leather doublet, white shirt, trousers and boots taking another stiletto from her belt then got to work. After unbuckling the girls shoes, Anne untied the cloth bonnet revealing the youths pinned back blonde hair. "A golden haired beauty? Why hide it? If you were a pirate then that would be flying in the breeze, catching the sun." Shrugging she adopted the girls hairstyle, before unfastening her bodice revealing the nipples of small slightly pointed youthful breasts with light pink areolas peaking through the thin fabric of her shirt. "Very sweet indeed, dear. Shall we have a closer look." Anne smiled unlacing the serving girls shirt folding it open exposing her breasts to the world before slipping off the garment. Smiling in admiration, Anne whipped down the girls skirts followed by her petticoat in smooth quick motions. "Not bad girl, but would trim your lady parts if I were you..." Anne winked at the now naked serving girl, eyes drinking in her full womanhood crowned with an untrimmed smattering of golden pubic hair and pert plum buttocks as she dressed in the girls clothes.
"Damn I knew it be a tight fit." Anne said glancing down at her stolen skirts frowning at the exposed ankles. "At least the shoes fit. Thank the Lord for small miracles." Retrieving some rope from her trouser pocket, Anne bound and gagged the girl before dragging her unconscious naked body into the bushes. Walking back out onto the streams bank, she concealed the stiletto's under the linens then hoisted it onto her shoulder. Taking a deep breath she approached the main gate guarded by two french soldiers. "Bonjour, mademoiselle. Are you finished with the linens?" Anne nodded hesitating slightly. Where's Mary when I need her? She's the one that speaks french fluently. Good thing she's teaching me the basics. "Oui." She flashed both men warm seductive smiles. The second guard opened the large wooden door. "Then we won't keep you. Anyway, you should stay for the executions. It's not everyday we hang a female pirate." The two men laughed as she walked passed them into the fort heading towards the cell block. Not on my watch you won't!
Fort St Joseph, Cell Block 11:35am
Bowing her head and clutching Sister Marie's bible, Mary greeted the ugly pockmarked face of Claude her sailor. "So you've given up on this one, eh Sister?" Mary made an exaggerated cry of disgust. "The woman is completely unrepentant!" She replied mimicking Marie's accent perfectly. "She will not except God into her heart and fervently supports Satan!" Both made the sign of the cross before Mary continued. " This may sound uncharitable but the sooner she's sent to hell for her wickedness the better. Anyhow, she's fallen asleep and asked to be with her own before the end." Claude nodded. "Not all of them can be saved, sister. Follow me, I will show you out." Falling into step beside the man, Mary looked up to see a young pretty redheaded serving girl approach her holding a wicker basket, whose clothes looked way too tight on her. Their eyes met then recognition followed. Annie? She didn't abandon me at all, I should have known. Huh? Who did she rob for that get up? She's practically bursting out of that bodice! Her face level, Mary turned to the jailor. "It's quite alright, Monsieur Claude. I wish to make a quick prayer to the chapel with this serving girl before I head back to the cathedral." Playing her part, Anne curtseyed with respect. "Are you sure you know the way out, Sister?" Asked Claude as Mary fell in beside Anne. "Well, I'am sure this innocent soul will know the way." The pirate replied with a wry smile. Satisfied, Claude went back the way he came. "Well good to you sister." Taking Anne gently by the arm, Mary led her into the empty chapel.
"Shite. You really make a good nun, Mary. It's dead eerie." Anne said with a crushing bear hug, Mary smiled feeling the warmth of her best friend. "And you make a terrible serving girl, Annie. Haven't I always told you to mug a girl that's near or your body size? Especially if you want to blend in. You're lucky these frenchies aren't paying attention" Anne shrugged pulling out of the hug. "Well, I didn't have much choice Mary. It was either a mere slip of a girl or nothing and as much as I relish sharing a cell with you, I don't want to see you hanged. Anyway that nuns habit looks a treat on you." She kissed Mary on the cheek before rummaging through the basket handing her a stiletto which Mary concealed in her stolen. "So what's next captain?" Pocketing the thin blade, Mary made for the door with Anne at her heels. "We get the bloody hell out of here first. Then see about getting some new clothes, from a girl that fits you and a carriage to the docks then put this rat trap in our rudder?" Anne nodded, hauling the basket back on her shoulder. "Then we make for Tortuga?" Mary giggled flashing her a wink. "Tortuga. Right stay behind me and let me do the talking." She opened the door with Anne right on her heels.
"So are you done saving souls for today, sister?" Asked the first guard as his partner opened the large wooden doors. Mary smiled warmly. "No, good sir. This innocent creature as expressed interest in joining our ranks, I thought to accompany her to the cathedral to instruct her." Anne did a respectful curtsey for affect. "The second guard turned around. "Well that's another whose going to leave us to find God. Come to think of it I haven't seen Daphné all morning." Mary and Anne exchanged looks. "Well, I'am sure she will turn up sooner or later soldier. Maybe she's merely answering the call of nature." The two men glanced at each other shrugging before turning back to the women. "Well you two ladies have a beautiful afternoon, and take care." Flashing the men farewell smiles, they walked away from the fort and down the road towards the docks.
3km from Fort St Joseph, 11:44am
"You owe me a sovereign by the way, Annie. You said nuns were naked under their robes. This one had an underdress underneath." The two walked down the deserted road, with Anne having retrieved her dagger after ditching her basket in a ditch once they were out of sight of the fort. Chuckling, Anne took out a jangling bag of doubloons from her skirts. Taking one out see flipped it to her captain. "They are naked underneath in Ireland, trust me. Anyway take that as an investment I will pay you back after our next raid." Mary took the coin glancing at the symbol of the Spanish Merchant marine. "From that Galleon last week? That was a good haul-wait?! Do you see that?" Stopping she pointed to a carriage by the side of the road, with a wheel missing and a man crouching by a spare. Nearby, two women stood chatting with their backs to the ditch. Anne nodded. "Could be a change of clothes and a carriage to boot. Shall we have a closer look, Mary?" A wide grin on their faces, the two pirates slid into the ditch behind the women.
"Well look at her. There's enough finery on her body to afford at least two Ships of the Line, plus she's exactly my size." Mary smiled as she regarded the rich young lady on the left hand side, garbed in an expensive blue silk low cut short sleeve dress with gold embroidery, white petticoat and black buckled shoes, fanning herself with a whalebone fan. Her neck and wrists adorned with a gold sapphire pendant and pearl bangle. She was a pretty thing with the aquiline features and prominent cheekbones of wealth, almond shaped blue eyes and a long curled auburn haired wig. Anne sighed as she scanned the comely young maid. "And I have to play the maid. I guess some things never change." She chuckled feigning disappoint. The chambermaid herself was no slouch, with gentle features, rounded cheekbones and soft green doe shaped eyes her jet black hair tied back into a bun under a tied white cloth cap. She was dressed in a crimson low cut bodice, cleaner white laced shirt and skirt matching petticoat, stockings and brown strapped sandals. "I don't deny wearing her clothes would be a damn sight more comfortable then this. But are you sure we can't flip for it? You're always the noblewoman." Mary laughed, kissing Anne on her cheek. "That's because Annie, I was a noblewoman. And if weren't in such a hurry then I would totally flip you for it." She winked clambering out of the ditch, drawing her stiletto. "Besides, you get to strip a beautiful woman and she her naked. What's not to like?" Anne smiled as she followed her friend. " I would sooner she you naked, love..." She hushed under her breath, drawing a grin from Mary as the two pirates crept on the unsuspecting women.
"How long must I continue standing in this infernal heat?!" Cried 22 year old Elodie Du Fontaine, daughter of the colonies governor Jacques as she fanned herself furiously looking down at the pathetic little man her coachman Marcel who was busy replacing the wheel. "How long is this going to take you pathetic little man?! I was supposed to be at the cathedral for mass 15 minutes ago!" Marcel rolled his eyes. "It will take as long as it's going to take, mademoiselle. Longer with the interruptions." Elodie roared with frustration stamping her foot. At her shoulder, Elodie's 21 year old chambermaid Claudette laid a gentle hand on her ladies. "My lady, please calm yourself. Losing yourself would be most unladylike. I'am sure Marcel will be finished soon." Elodie took a deep breath. "Thank you, Claudette. You always know what to say-mmpph!" Both women felt hands clamp around their mouths to muffle their cries of surprise, then sharp pains on the back of their hands as they were knocked unconscious by the pommels of the pirates stiletto's. The fan falling from Elodie's limp fingers to clatter onto the road.
"Whoa! What the fuck?!" The coachman cried spinning around as the pirates lowered the unconscious women to the ground. Reacting quickly, Anne tossed the chambermaids' limp body to the ground reaching for her bag of silver. "Calm yourself man! How does 50 silver sound to buy you, the carriage and your silence?" She said jangling the bag in front of the man's nose, as Mary quickly stripped naked behind her kneeling over the sleeping rich girl. The greed in the coachman's eyes shone bright. "You're those infamous pirate women, right. The way I see it, you need me more. So how about the entire bag and we'll call it even?" Losing her patience, Mary drew her stiletto pinning the man to the carriage with her free arm, holding it to his throat. "Hey, easy! I was just say-" " How about 50 silver and you're life?! We can always find another coachman for less. How's that for a counter offer?" Anne gritted her teeth with menace, poking the stiletto's blade into the mans neck just enough to draw a bead of blood.
The man wilted, eyes fixed in terror on the straight blade. "Alright, alright, alright! Just don't kill me. Hey you're stripping them?" He asked Mary over Anne's shoulder, as she unlaced the noblewomans' dress from the rear. Looking up Mary chuckled peeling the girl's garment from her body. "What's a matter, coachman? You've never seen a woman strip another before?" The coachman's lecherous eyes scanning the woman's youthful breasts under her sheer lace shirt. "Can I help? I've always wondered what she looks like naked." Anne let out a disgusted noise turning her back on the odious little man, before kneeling beside the unconscious chambermaid stripping out of her too small serving wrench outfit. Mary didn't look up from removing the rich girls jewellery and wig, exposing tied back shift auburn hair. "How about you just fix the damn wheel, and leave the rest to us my friend?" The coachman sighed disappointing before getting back to work. Turning to Anne, who was unlacing the maids bodice Mary grinned. "You're so attractive when you're angry, my little Irish spitfire." Anne chuckled pulling off the maids bonnet. "And you're always so charming, my English rose."
Within five minutes, the two pirates were fully dressed in their stolen garb, including the jewellery and underclothes standing over the bound gagged naked bodies of the two women. " She's not half bad, this noble. But I always had a thing for red heads." Remarked Mary admiring the tight body of the young rich girl, her pert young freckled breasts with dark red rose petal areolas, small trimmed clitoris topped with a thick strip of auburn fuzz and bubble buttocks. "Only Irish ones I hope?" Anne teased as she drank in the sight of the petite chambermaid, her fuller rounded breasts with slightly pointed dark pink areolas, full vagina crowned with a thick trimmed triangle of black hair and peach shaped bum fully exposed to the Carribbean sun. "Of course, love. All the beauties of french couldn't compare to one Irish maiden." Anne laughed kissing her lover on her cheek. "Flatterer" she remarked as they rolled the naked bound french women into the ditch with their feet, tossing the remains of their torn useless disguises after them. They looked up to see the coachman, Marcel, approach his eyes fixed on the bodies of nude girls laying in the roadside ditch. Mary breathed impatiently. "Yes, Marcel? Bring your eyes up, if you please."
Sighing the weedy coachman wrung his heads. "Well my esteemed pirate wrenches, the wheel is fixed. Where do you want to go?" Mary flashed him a smile. "Take us to the docks, where our ship is berthed. We will pay half now and half on arrival. Deal?" The man nodded as Anne emptied a quarter of the money bag into his waiting palm. Biting one and satisfied it was real, Marcel clambered onto the carriage fore step. Opening the carriage door, Anne opened the door beckoning her forward. "Your carriage awaits my lady." She winked coyly as Mary laughed hiking up her stolen dress and stepping inside the carriage, fanning herself with Elodie's fan. "You look lovely in that dress, Mary. It looks better on you than it did on her." Anne said slamming the door shut, sitting down touching shoulders with her lover. Mary caressed her cheek as they felt the jerk of the carriage rolling forward. "You don't look bad yourself, Annie." She purred with desire before passionately kissing Anne. Behind them they heard the distant sound of bells ringing from the fort.
Cap François Docks, 12:10pm
By the time they had reached the Siren's Call , word had not reached the colony proper of their escape but the pirate women knew that was a matter time before that changed. Striking while the iron was still hot, Mary and Anne paid the last of Marcel's fee leaving a very happy coachman who they advised to find a new line of work as soon as possible. "Could I join you ladies on your ship and become a pirate? I promise not to get in your way." The two women glanced at each other on the gang plank. "I'am sorry, Marcel but where not taking on new crew. But I will put in a good word for you when we reach Tortuga, au revoir." Mary shook her head as she strolled up the gang plank with Anne in tow, leaving a dejected looking Marcel standing by the carriage on the docks.
"So captain, first mate? Where are we headed?" Asked the bosun of the Siren's Call , a bearded genial man named Jeremiah Gibbs an ex royal navy bosun who had been with the crew for three years now. Mary smiled throwing off her stolen wig. "Make for Tortuga then we begin raiding the Spanish Main once we have took on extra provisions. As for myself and the first mate, we need a moment to slip into something...more comfortable below decks." She said pointedly to Anne, gently taking her hand giving it a good squeeze. Gibbs beamed flashing off a quick salute. "Aye, Aye capitan. You heard the lady! On deck you scurvy dogs! Hands to braces and prepare to cast off!" He bellowed to the men and women of the Siren's Call , who quickly rushed to their positions. Hand in hand, Mary and Anne giggled as they approached the captain's cabin whistling A Pirate's Life For Me revelling in their freedom as their ship, a repurposed Spanish Ship of the Line put Cap François to her rudder.
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