Darkness.
Total. Binding. Oppressive. Darkness.
Throbbing pain like a low-frequency sound wave in my head. My limbs incased in stone. Heavy pressure on my chest. No breath. No sight. No sound. Just pain.
And darkness.
The pressure builds in my chest until I feel it will explode. I am somehow able to turn my head to the side and my body convulses expelling a violent flood of seawater. My searing lungs gasp for air. A blinding light begins to invade the darkness, so I turn my head back and see a face that seems a hundred leagues away.
The face moves slightly closer and I can see that it is speaking but I hear no words. There is a stinging slap to my cheek that causes me to blink hard. When my eyes open again the face is too close and it presses onto mine, filling me with hot air like a balloon.
I turn my head and cough again. When I'm through expectorating salty spittle I turn once more and look into the beautiful face of an angle. I have clearly died and gone to heaven. I close my eyes and accept my fate.
SLAP!
What heaven is this to be assaulted by an angel?
I open my eyes again and gaze into the green eyes of the beautiful Colette. My Pirate Queen.
"Wake up, Boy, or I shall slap you again!"
I am only able to croak in response.
"What?" A weak, wet question.
"Sit up!" Colette puts a hand to the back of my head and pulls me to a seated position. I am racked again by a fit of soggy coughs and she slaps my back a little harder than necessary.
"What happened?" I look around and realize that I am sitting in wet sand while low waves wash over my feet and legs.
"I thought I lost you, Boy." Colette holds my face in her cool, sandy hands and kisses me hard on the mouth. She grabs me up in a fierce hug that reminds me that I haven't been breathing very long. When the hug eases she kisses me again.
"What happened?" I ask again. More urgently this time.
"We were attacked by Captain Rupert. There was an explosion."
Suddenly the memory floods back.
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We were sailing the Queensmount to the island of Oranjestad. Colette had contacts there and we planned to trade goods and news. It had been a long but uneventful voyage and the island was in sight. We needed to sail to the far side in order to dock in the small bay there and go ashore.
Colette was at the great wheel looking splendid. High black boots over dark brown leather breeches. A billowy blouse that whipped and tossed in the wind flashing glimpses of ivory skin. Her dark, curly hair was tied loosely with a long red ribbon. She was an absolute vision of sea-faring loveliness and I longed to make passionate love to her even though it had only been a few hours since I had.
The crew was busy trimming sails and swabbing decks as I stood at the rail enjoying the beauty of the sea as well as the beauty of Lady Colette.
Suddenly there was a cry from the crow's nest. "Ship ahoy!"
Colette cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted, "Identify!"
I covered my brow with my hand as I gazed up at the lookout. He was glassing the distant ship intently.
He shouted down to the captain. "It looks to be the Black Serpent, M'Lady!"
"Damn." Colette swore under her breath. Then louder, "Battle Stations!"
The entire crew jumped to. Sailors swung down quickly from the masts, tied down lines, fastened hatches and secured shutters. Men ran below to prepare the cannons while others made ready the deck guns. The bow-mounted guns on the approaching ship fired a short barrage. Small holes appeared in the mainsail and there were high splashes on either side of the bow. The Queensmount hove to suddenly as Colette turned the wheel to port, away from the approaching ship. I hastened to her side.
"Are we retreating, M'Lady?" I asked with respect.
"Hardly my style, Boy." she answered with a sly smile.
I looked at the sails and could see that she was turning with the wind, causing the Queensmount to gain speed and momentum. At the same time she was putting a large rock out-cropping between the Queensmount and the Black Serpent, effectively hiding us from view. After a few minutes we came clear of the out-cropping with the Queensmount port side facing the bow of the approaching ship.
"Open fire!" The deafening blast of the portside cannons was overwhelming. The noise seemed to suck the very air from my lungs as heavy balls and a ton of shot rained down on the bow of the enemy ship. Sunlight and smoke streamed through the holes suddenly punched into the Black Serpent's sails.
As we sailed past Colette turned suddenly to starboard and dropped the sails, slowing the Queensmount to get the enemy in the sights of the starboard guns.
"Boy! Go below and bring up more powder for the deck guns. With haste!"
I rushed to the hold as bidden and came back up with a 50-pound keg of powder. I brought it to the starboard deck gun station and the gunners thanked me as they prepared the gun to fire again.
There was a sudden blinding flash as I was hit by a mass of intense heat that picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me over the rail. I heard someone scream as I plunged to the warm water below and my careening body slapped the surface like a breaching porpoise. My body was shocked and numb from the trauma as I sank slowly beneath the waves. The last thing I remembered was a hand reaching for me, grabbing my collar and tugging at my near lifeless body.
Darkness.
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After reliving that nightmare I look up into the deep, emerald eyes of Lady Colette. Her makeup is smeared and her face soot stained. Her hair is a tangled mess. Her blouse is torn ragged and just barely able to cover her upper body. Her pants and boots are gone completely. She is still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
"You saved me," I whisper. "Again."
"I guess I've grown fond of you, Boy." She smiles softly at me.
I reach up and carefully hold her chin while placing a delicate kiss on her soft lips. She puts her hand to the back of my head and pulls me in for another, less delicate kiss, pressing her wet tongue into my mouth. My tongue returns the favor and we hold one another tightly, drawing moisture and love from each other.
My hand finds her breast beneath her torn, wet blouse. Her nipple is erect and she moans into my mouth as I pinch it lightly between my fingers. She wraps both arms around my neck and pulls me onto her and we fall together into the sand and surf. The waves lap at out bodies as I begin to grind my hardness between her legs and continue to massage her cool, wet breasts. My probing hands find her tiny, French panties but they are no match for me as I impatiently tear them from her and plunge my fingers into her hot, wet pussy. She cries out with pleasure as my wet digits quickly raise her arousal to glorious heights. Even as she nears blessed release she tugs at my breeches, pulling them open and freeing my rock-hard mast. She grabs it firmly and presses it to the gates of her pleasure palace and impatiently presses it in.
I hold her tight and still our frantic, impatient movements as I slowly penetrated her soft, wet, hot pussy. I kiss her deeply, passionately while feeding her desire an inch at a time. When I am completely immersed in her warmth I hold for several heartbeats, looking deep into her eyes.
"Thank you, M'Lady." I savor this precious moment of sharing body, soul and spirit. I want it to last forever.
"Oh, do shut up, Boy!" She smiles wickedly and suddenly rolls me over, sits up straddling me and begins to rock her hips back and forth, bringing our lustful flailing to a head once again. I pound into her like a mad machine and she meets me thrust for thrust, gripping my raging post with her velvety canal. After just a few minutes of animal passion she throws her head back and howls in sensual pleasure as a sudden spasm of blessed euphoria racks her trembling body. Soon after I lose all semblance of control, my sweaty body seizes and I fill her womb with hot, thick jets of sticky sea foam. Her languid rocking motion slowly abates as she milks every last ounce of pleasure from our sudden outburst of sexual energy.
Colette rolls off my heaving body and lies beside me as the waves wash away the evidence of our passion and cool the tremendous heat generated by our love. We lie together on the wet sand, gazing at the azure tropical sky just glad to be alive and together.
After a while Colette breaks the silence. "Are you thirsty? We must have fresh water if we are to survive."
"Yes, M'Lady. Fresh water shouldn't be too hard to find on this isle but it is a priority." I pull myself to a sitting position with a groan and my head swims as my sight dims.
"Whoa! Slowly, Boy!"
Colette helps me to stand, wobbly but erect, and my head clears as I fill my lungs with the warm, salty air. "If we walk along the beach we will surely come across a stream from the mountain. Probably near those trees that come further down the beach." I point to the left, take her hand and we begin slowly walking that way. After about two hundred yards we come across a very shallow, muddy stream spreading out into the ocean.
"Let us see if we can find the source, M'Lady." I lead her into the trees towards the rocky peak rising in the center of the island. The foliage becomes denser with each step and we are soon moving slowly through a thick, wet, tropical jungle that is teaming with wildlife. Birds flit from tree to tree. Monkeys watch us warily and chatter their gossip. A lizard scurries from a place in the sun to disappear into a dark crevasse. We clamber over rocks and roots, trying to keep the growing trickle of a stream nearby.
Suddenly the view opens into a small clearing and we are assaulted by the sight and sound of a fall of water tumbling from a cliff ten yards high into a crystal clear pool of cool water. The noise of the waterfall completely masks the sounds of the jungle and the warm sun glints off the wet, mossy rocks surrounding the pool.
Colette releases my hand and claps with joy. She suddenly runs to the edge of the pool, stripping her threadbare blouse from her body, teeters on a large rock for a moment and then plunges headfirst into the water. I make my way to the edge carefully and watch her enjoy her naked swim as she surfaces, blowing a stream of water from her lips, running her fingers through her wet hair and kicking up a mighty splash with her sleek legs. She is the very picture of a siren sent to lure a lonely sailor to doom.
Since I am already doomed I remove my clothing and drape it on a fairly dry rock in the sun. I then dive in to enjoy the cleansing water and the lovely Colette.
The cold water makes me gasp but I quickly acclimate and enjoy the shivers it brings to my skin. I drink in large gulps of the fresh water, only now realizing how thirsty I am. I scrub and rub the sand from my hair and every crevasse, rubbing my face to remove the soot from the blast that I'm sure was covering me.
I look over at Colette in the middle of the deep pool. She is floating on her back making slow, graceful strokes with her hands. She is blowing a short fountain of water out with her lovely lips. Her hair is splayed in a halo about her head. Her tight, erect nipples are sitting atop the white mounds of creamy flesh on her chest and her smooth pubic mound is just below the surface of the water. I swim silently and gently over to her and place my hands under the small of her back, lifting her slightly so she could still her strokes and relax. She turns her face to me and gives me a smile the likes of which I had never seen.
Lady Colette usually wore a lot of makeup and I had never seen her without it. But now that I can gaze into her face in its natural state I can see that her makeup only accentuates and focuses the natural beauty there. Her dark eyebrows frame her sparkling, deep green eyes and her cheeks and nose are dappled with faint freckles. Her skin is creamy and smooth and highlighted with a rosy glow. Her lips are full and red but not so dark as when coated with her thick lipstick. Somehow I longed to kiss them even more.
Her wide smile draws her cheeks into cute little apples on either side of her face.
"Tell me, Boy. Have we died and gone to heaven?"
"I asked myself the same question only moments ago, M'Lady."
I turn her floating body gently until her head is at my chest and I am looking at her upside down. I bend to give her a soft, loving kiss on her mouth and get another taste of her lips and the sweet, fresh spring water. She closes her eyes and returns the kiss, humming with pleasure as her body becomes fully relaxed.
I carefully spin her around and get hold of her alabaster feet, her red toenails catching the dappled sunlight. I hold her legs gently and pull her slowly around the pool, enjoying the rippling of the water on her naked skin. I spread her feet apart slightly and draw myself between her legs until I can reach under to hold her fine, smooth bottom allowing her to spread her arms wide and lay buoyant in the cool water. Soon her legs are wrapped around my back and her smooth, sparkling pussy is close to my bare belly. She opens one eye and grins at me when my hardening pole begins to bump against her fabulous rear end.
She suddenly reaches up, grabs my arms and tightens the grip of her legs around my waist. She pulls herself up to me and covers my mouth with hers, probing me with her hot, slick tongue. This brings my awakening cock to a state of readiness and she slowly and gently lowers onto me, impaling herself on my fleshy post. Her cool, wet pussy is very tight and contracted from the cool water so the penetration is slow and gentle. She is in no hurry and neither am I.
When she finally reaches the bottom of my shaft she clenches her pubic muscles and begins to rock slowly up and down all the while filling my face and mouth with her hot, wet kisses. We couple together for long, blissful minutes - enjoying the solitude, the natural beauty of each other and our surroundings and the sensual pleasure we shared. Adam and Eve in the Garden could not have been happier and more content.
After a time she uncouples from me and swims to the edge of the pool, near the waterfall. She starts to climb up the slippery rocks and I enjoy watching her beautiful posterior as she finds her way up to the waterfall. She stands on the rocks beneath the falls, spreads her arms wide and savors the feel of the cold water pelting her skin. She laughs for joy as she shakes her wet hair and drinks from the falling stream.
"Come to me, Boy!" she calls down.
I clamber up the slippery rocks as quickly as I can, though I am certain that I don't look nearly as good doing it. When I reach her she is leaning against a smooth, mossy wall and beckoning me with a hungry look I know all too well. I come to her and wrap her cool, wet body in my own.
She reaches down and grabs my still hard cock and presses it slowly into her succulent pussy. She puts her hands on my shoulders, looks deep into my eyes and presses herself slowly onto me. She bites her bottom lip as I begin rocking my hips, penetrating deeper and deeper into her sexy delta. My hands find her breasts and I pinch and tease her taut nipples as she moans and groans in wanton pleasure. I press her hard into the wet rock face as she closes her eyes, savoring every inch of our lust and love. She spreads her legs slightly and reaches down to stimulate her soggy clit as I continue to pound furiously into her undulating body.
That glorious pressure begins to rise in my loins and I know my release will happen soon. She is also lost in her own sensual feelings and her pussy grips me even tighter.
"I am coming for you, M'Lady!" My voice is soft but urgent.
"Give it to me, Boy! Give it all to me!" Her voice is less soft but just as urgent.
Suddenly my cock erupts like a volcano of pleasure and Colette cries out in ecstasy as we are both ripped by massive, intense orgasmic release. Her mouth finds mine again and we suck the breath from each other like we are drowning while I continue to pound into her with only the rhythm dissipating, not the strength. Her cries of pleasure turn to whimpers as our bodies slow and our sexual convulsions ease. She lays her head on my chest, her wet hair cooling my sweating skin.
She suddenly looks up at me, gives me a quick kiss on the lower lip and says, "Let us stay here forever." She then turns and dives back down into the pool below.
I call down to her. "I am yours forever, M'Lady, wherever forever may be."
I dive into the pool and we spend the rest of the morning and into the afternoon splashing, laughing, loving and living.
As we were laying on a flat rock, napping and drying in the sun I am awakened by a strange sound. Am I yet dreaming? Was that a chicken?
I sit up and look around slowly and spy two chickens near the edge of the water, pecking at the moist ground. I reach over and place a gentle hand on the shoulder of Lady Colette and she stirs sleepily. I place a finger to my lips when she looks up at me and I point over to the foraging yardbirds. My stomach grumbles and I suddenly realize how hungry I am.
"I will catch one for us, M'Lady." I reach carefully for my pants and toss my shirt to her. I smile at her smirk as I make my way silently down the rock and approach the chickens. Of course, before I can get too close they hear me coming and take off into the jungle. My hunger and desire to please the lady drives me to chase them into the shadowy green.
"Come, M'Lady! Roast chicken awaits!" I dive headlong into the chase.
I crash through the dark jungle and notice that the chickens are following a primitive path through the growth. I hear Colette running behind me but do not wait for her to catch up to me. After several minutes of snaking through the foliage, trying in vain to catch our dinner I stumble on a hidden root and tumble into a clearing. I hear Colette's laughter as she reaches me and stops suddenly.
I stand up beside her and try to catch my breath while looking at an unexpected scene. This is no natural clearing but a cultivated patch of land laid out like a very small farm, although it has clearly been neglected for some time. There are rows of untended crops wrought with weeds and briars. Buckets, planks and farming implements strewn about. A small, thatch-roofed house with a broken door lying to the side. The only sign of life is the dozen or so chickens pecking the ground around a partially collapsed coop, it's mesh fence torn down.
"What happened here, I wonder?" Colette asks softly. And then louder, "Hello?"
"There seems to be no-one here, M'Lady." I move to the door of the cottage and peek inside. It is a shambles. Tables and chairs turned over and broken. A small bed tossed aside. Cooking implements and clothing scattered about. A cracked mirror leaning against the wall. The most shocking feature, however, is the large, ugly, evil eyed black snake crudely painted on one wall.