Another repost of Cloak & Dagger's classic series:
"…and that damned arrogant half naked she-devil continues to walk the streets with impunity!"
"Please try to calm yourself, father. Such anger can’t possibly be good for your health. Your veins are protruding. I don’t want you to have a heart failure, so that I have to run this place by myself."
Magistrate Winston Tucker’s ranting seemed to shake the very foundations of the main house at Tucker Plantation. His alluring daughter, Stephanie, seated on the plush divan, listened with bemused patience as he vented his anger, pacing back and forth across the pristine parlor.
"It’s the fault of these damned colonists!"
"Father! Please watch your language!"
"I apologize, sweetheart. It’s just that these second and third generation colonists don’t seem to understand that they are English citizens."
Ever since the courier had arrived, bearing the news that yet another merchant ship had sailed into nearby Charles Town stripped of its cargo, Magistrate Tucker had been in an implacable snit.
"It’s a chance to poke their thumb in the eye of British authority. No one in this backwater town thinks there’s anything wrong with doing business with that woman. She sells her goods openly to all the merchants in Bath, and they buy them like it’s the most normal thing in the world!"
"Why do they do commerce with such an awful person?"
"Because it pays. The town of Bath is poor in comparison to cities like Charles Town and Jamestown, and the people here are more than willing to tolerate and even romanticize the likes of Calico Red in return for receiving precious goods at black market prices. And of course there’s no tax to pay!"
The magistrate continued, "Bath is too isolated and too small for any redcoats to be permanently stationed here, and the local militia doesn’t give a rip about pirates. Governor Eden doesn’t seem to be concerned either. My own belief is that he is on the pirate’s payroll as well."
"No!"
"Yes. That leaves it up to me single-handedly to at least attempt to keep order. I can’t help but wonder sometimes if I shouldn’t just throw my lot in with the rest, and look the other way."
"No, father, you mustn’t sacrifice your integrity!"
"Well, I haven’t done that. In fact I have enlisted the aid of Governor Shortwood of Virginia. At least there’s an honest man. At my request he has dispatched a company of soldiers to Bath. I received word earlier today that they have arrived and are camped out in Porter’s Field, just outside of town."
"How exciting!" gushed the beautiful young woman, her cheeks flushing.
"Um, well, yes. Anyway, it’s very simple really. When Calico Red and her band come ashore to sell their goods, as they regularly do, the soldiers will march into town and arrest them."
"Well, that should take care of that."
"I hope so. The thing that bothers me is that this vixen always seems to be one step ahead of us. We hear that she’s hiding out on some island or some inlet, and when the warships arrive, she’s gone."
"I’m very sorry, but I’m getting tired, father."
"Yes, I am too. I suppose we should retire."
As Stephanie stood and left, the magistrate couldn’t help but admire the voluptuous form of the young woman, in spite of the fact that she was his daughter. It seemed like just yesterday that she was just a skinny little rake, and then this gorgeous full figured young lady just seemed to appear out of nowhere.
She was wearing a bodice cinched up over a peasant blouse that elevated her naturally full bosom, creating an incredibly attractive display of cleavage. With her large doe eyes, rosy cheeks, and shiny dark hair, she presented an irresistible picture of blooming womanhood. Magistrate Tucker mused to himself that it should be no problem at all to marry this beauty off to some promising young plantation heir when the time arose.
Stephanie entered her bedroom armed with a small oil lamp to fend off the darkness. She closed her door, and gave a startled gasp as she turned around, for there sitting by her bedside, in the darkness, fingering a long steel dagger, was none other than the half naked barbarian her father had been ranting about, the terror of the Carolina coast, Captain Calico Red.
Red touched the dagger’s tip to her lips, signaling Stephanie to be silent. Then she casually waved the dagger at the trembling lass, indicating that she strip off her clothing. Hesitantly, the girl undid the ties of her bodice, and pulled off her blouse, allowing her full perfect breasts to hang free. When the lass paused for a moment, Red impatiently motioned for her to continue. She then pulled off her long skirt, and the remainder of her clothing, revealing a tight flat belly, and long, perfectly sculptured legs.
Red stood and approached the trembling girl. Red was virtually naked herself, at least by the standards of those days. She was clad in black boots, short black skirt that rode low on her hips, and her own healthy sized bosom was held in check by a tight fitting white cotton halter top that hung off the shoulder. The ensemble was topped off by a red silk scarf tied about her neck.
"Straighten up, girl," Red softly commanded, and the girl stiffened her back, thrusting out her ample breasts. Calico Red carefully inspected the girl’s body, taking in its smooth contours. The girl’s skin glowed luminously in the moonlight streaming in through the open window. "Very nice," Red whispered menacingly, apparently pleased with what she saw.
Red held the tip of her razor sharp dagger against Stephanie’s left breast just a couple of inches above the aureole, making a tiny cut. A drop of blood beaded up. Again, Stephanie gasped. Cupping the girl’s breast in her hand, Red licked the girl’s breast clean. Red then gently blew on the small wound, helping to close it up. Then, still holding the dagger near the girl’s side, Red gave the girl a long soft kiss. Red reached her free hand around, exploring the small of the girl’s back, allowing her fingers to drift down to the crevice between the girl’s smooth firm buttocks.
When Red released the girl’s lips from her own, Stephanie furtively said "May I ask something?"
"Of course," Red whispered.
Stephanie wrapped her arms around Red’s neck, and softly asked "Why are you always late?"
Red laughed, and tossing the dagger aside, pushed the girl down onto the bed.
Much later that night, about an hour before dawn, a single tired, hungry young sentry stood guard over the company of redcoats asleep in their tents in Porter’s Field. The only thing keeping him awake that night was his exceedingly bad mood. If these colonists cannot police their own territory, he thought, if they choose to allow known criminals to walk freely among them, then what in the hell is the British military getting involved for? This is a local problem – let the locals handle it. How exceedingly degrading, marching a company of British soldiers through miles and miles of wilderness on such a trivial mission. Sending a highly trained British military unit to subdue a group of out-of-control…women!
A bunch of women? He chuckled to himself at the absurdity of the notion.
The sentry thought he heard something, something like a twig snapping, like someone stepped on it. "Who goes there?" he called out, brandishing his bayonet against the thick darkness that lay beyond the encampment. He paused to listen.
The sentry made a soft gurgling sound as a crossbow bolt drilled into his throat. He fell quietly to the ground thinking no more thoughts of his absurd mission, or of anything else for that matter.
Calico Red’s band descended upon the sleeping encampment like a quiet deadly mist. Silently, stealthily, skillfully, armed with their long steel daggers, the girls slipped from tent to tent, dealing quickly and efficiently with the sleeping occupants.
A short time later, a brilliant sun rose on a bright, peaceful new day. Around the encampment birds were happily chirping, and a horse snorted occasionally, oblivious of the carnage at hand. There seemed nothing really out of the ordinary about the camp’s appearance. It simply appeared as though no one made it out of bed that morning.
In the following weeks, Calico Red conducted business as usual. She continued to prey on the merchant vessels that came in and out of the major port cities, and continued to sell her goods with impunity on the streets of Bath. In fact, if anything, the slaughter of the British army unit actually elevated her stature among the townspeople.
However, Red knew that sooner or later, the other shoe was bound to drop, and so she kept a very alert eye out for trouble.
Then one night, as her ship was anchored just outside the port of Bath, Red was ensconced at her desk, attempting to catch her logbook and accounting records up to date. Thomasina, Red’s current sweetheart, was seated on a wicker couch, strumming the sweet strains of a Spanish sarabande on her guitar.
Red and Thomasina were dressed to retire for the night, both of them clothed in colorful silk robes, tightly cinched at the waist, the better to display their hourglass figures.
Then a knock came at the cabin door. "Captain, Stephanie Tucker has pulled up alongside. She requests permission to come aboard."
"Let her come." Red looked over at Thomasina, who had stopped playing, and was now raising her eyebrows quizzically.
"Sorry, Toni. It’s only for one night."
"It’s not just for one night. She’s been aboard many times before. You always let her aboard!" With that, Thomasina rose and sashayed out indignantly, carrying her guitar with her, nose held high in the air.
Shortly, Stephanie came bustling through the door, her cheeks a cheery shade of rose from the chilly night air.
"Hello, lover. What do you have there? Something for me?" Red greeted her young paramour, seeing that she came bearing a bottle of wine.
"For us! A bottle of Rappahanock Red, Tucker Plantation’s very finest wine blend."
"We’ll have to get out the nice glasses then." Red retrieved a pair of spectacular looking gilded ceramic goblets as Stephanie located Red’s corkscrew and unplugged the cork. Stephanie poured.
"To what shall we toast?" asked Red, raising her glass.
"To the King’s army, for being such bumbling fools!" Stephanie answered with a giggle.
"To the King’s army, for being such bumbling fools!"
"Where is your fireplace?" asked Stephanie upon draining her goblet. "I would like to throw my goblet in the fireplace. I’m feeling quite decadent tonight."
"Not my goblet, you’re not! Anyway, it’s very difficult to maintain a fireplace aboard a ship."
"I suppose it is," Stephanie answered sheepishly. Then brightening, the lass exclaimed "So enough with the niceties! Let’s go to bed!" With a devilish grin, Stephanie began uncinching her bodice.
"Down girl," Red answered, feeling her own excitement mount at the girl’s unbridled enthusiasm. "Before we start anything, you must tell me of any news that I may need to hear. What has your father been saying recently about his communications with the good Governor Shortwood?"
"There is something, but I haven't been able to coax the details out of my father." Stephanie continued to peel off her garments as she spoke. "Shortwood is sending a single assassin. I don't know who, when, or how. Apparently the idea is that one man acting alone can get into places where an army is unable to go. Anyway, this is something that's going to happen very shortly."
At this point Stephanie stood completely nude, her creamy skin glowing with youthful health and vitality. "That's all I know, okay?" Stephanie leapt onto Red's large bed. Sprawled among the satin sheets, with her black ringlets scattered over her back and her perfectly rounded arse teasingly propped up, she purred, "Now will you come to bed?"
Shortly, the two bodies were entangled on the bed in a single fiery knot of passion. Red was unrelenting in her attentions to the lustful lass. Stephanie gave herself over completely to Red, groaning and writhing helplessly, caught in the spell of the dashing dangerous pirate captain, her constant moans punctuated by ecstatic shrieks as she peaked in involuntary fits of orgasmic pleasure.
Eventually, Stephanie climaxed so many times that she simply passed out from exhaustion, falling into a deep slumber. Red, exhausted by the excruciating pleasure they had shared, was relieved, thinking that now they would both have a chance to rest.
A short while later, up in the forecastle, where Red's girl's lay fast asleep in their bunks, someone was stirring. Karmilla sat up in the darkness, gently shaking her head full of long curly black hair, attempting to dispel the sweet exhaustion that had been brought on by the orgiastic lovemaking earlier that night. Karmilla leaned down to grasp the long thin dagger hidden among her clothing beneath the bunk. Her gorgeous bunk mate, Laura, stirred and opened her eyes to see the peculiar silhouette of Karmilla sitting up with a dagger in hand.
"What are you doing?" the sleepy eyed Laura groggily asked.
"Everything is all right, go back to sleep," Karmilla whispered soothingly. Then in a single smooth perfect motion, Karmilla clamped one hand over Laura's mouth, and with her other hand slid the long thin blade under Laura's left breast, through her ribs, and deep into her heart. Laura's eyes widened, her body shuddered, and then went limp, as she gave up the ghost. Karmilla gently closed Laura's eyes, so that the girl simply seemed to be blissfully asleep.
Karmilla glanced around the spacious cabin that provided quarters for about half the crew, dimly lit by a softly glowing oil lamp, to ensure that none of the others had awakened. Karmilla softly chuckled to herself at how easy it had been to seduce the lustful pirate tart. The victims that she was typically hired to target were almost invariably male, but this was far different. This was a job that she was really going to enjoy.
As the nude form of the sleek assassin crept towards the forecastle exit leading to the main deck, her mind traveled back to the events earlier that night, to the tavern that a small group of Red's girl's had chosen to visit in a night of wild revelry. It had been easy for her to obtain a job as a tavern wench, just as it had been easy to impress Red's girls well enough to get herself invited aboard. All it took was a few lascivious winks and a generous display of cleavage. She glanced down admiringly at her pair of large luscious breasts, glowing luminously in the light of the full moon.
Karmilla had at first thought that the lack of privacy in the crew's quarters would have an inhibiting effect on the night's lovemaking. But it was quite the opposite. It was more like an orgy. The moans and cries coming from each pair of coupling pirates simply seemed to inspire the others to greater heights of ecstasy. In fact, several couples actually exchanged partners during the course of their lovemaking.
As Karmilla neared the entrance to the Captain's cabin, she mused how unfortunate it was that her stunning blonde friend Laura had awoken at such an inopportune moment, but then thought better of it. Why try to deceive herself? She was glad that events had played out as they did There was nothing quite so satisfying as seducing some angel faced sex hungry tart, guiding her through a wrenching series of orgasms, and then finishing her off.
Karmilla pushed at the door to the captain's cabin. It creaked open, revealing a room lit only by a few shafts of moonlight shining through the portholes. Karmilla paused, alert for any sound or sign of movement in the room. But the only sound to be heard was the gentle lapping of the ocean waves against the side of the schooner.
Karmilla entered the room, making her way towards what was obviously the bed of the notorious pirate captain. And there she lay blissfully asleep, sprawled languorously across the satin sheets. Karmilla paused for just a moment to admire the body of the doomed woman, her large, perfectly shaped breasts and tight lean waist. A misleadingly soft, smooth exterior housing a storehouse of strength and vitality.
The beautiful assassin exercised the same smooth and deadly maneuver with the sleeping woman as she had with Laura. Her eyes popped open and her body shuddered for a moment, then went limp.
"Congratulations. You have just murdered the daughter of the local magistrate."
Karmilla gasped, dropping her dagger which fell clattering to the deck. She spun around to see a tall statuesque women with a loaded crossbow trained at her belly. The reality of the situation quickly dawned on her. It was difficult to tell by the moonlight, which cast everything in shades of gray, but, yes, this woman was a redhead.
"So you're...you're Calico Red?"
"The very same. And you? Be quick about it, wench!"
"I go by the name of Karmilla. I am a professional mercenary, and usually work for the British military. They call on me to eliminate adversaries that their conventional troops would have difficulty gaining access to."
Red quickly took in the bountiful charms of the beautiful assassin, her full pouty lips, her large, luscious, perfectly shaped breasts, and her lean, lithe body. "The face of an angel, and the body of a devil. I can well imagine there are very few places that you would be unable to insinuate yourself into. So who are you working for this time?"
"I was hired by Governor Shortwood to...um..."
"Yes, to assassinate me, Calico Red."
Karmilla glanced over at the luscious corpse that lay sprawled peacefully on Red's bed.
"Don't trouble yourself about the wench you accidentally killed. She was merely an informant that I use occasionally. You simply did what I probably would have had to do myself, eventually. I couldn't sleep last night and took a seat by the door to gaze out the porthole at the sea. I fell asleep and then awoke to see you hovering over my bed."
Red continued, "Now tell me, wench, just how much is Shortwood paying you?"
"Two hundred pounds."
"I shall make a proposal to you. I will pay you one thousand pounds to return to Virginia and kill the distinguished Governor Shortwood. Five hundred pounds now, and the rest when you return with a Virginia newspaper announcing the sad news of the poor governor's death. You are obviously a very capable assassin. I have the utmost confidence in your ability. So what say you?"
"I fail to see how I could refuse. It certainly sounds better than being shot in the belly with a crossbow."
"I knew you were a reasonable woman. What say that we commemorate our agreement with a toast." Red laid aside the crossbow and turned up the oil lamp, filling the cabin with a soft glow. Red retrieved another of the spectacular looking goblets for Karmilla and poured the wine that Stephanie had provided.
"So what do you have there?" Karmilla queried.
"A bottle of Rappahanock Red. I understand it is one of the finest wines produced by
Tucker Plantation."
"Yes, I'm quite familiar with it. It is, in fact, one of my favorite wines."
"I'm glad you are pleased with it. To the start of our newly formed partnership."
"To the start of our newly formed partnership."
Red found herself fascinated by the nude beauty standing before her, her unflappable cool, her large luscious breasts unashamedly thrust out in a pose of casual self assurance. Red, her own body already primed by the thrilling sex she had earlier that night with the unfortunate Stephanie, felt her own excitement growing. The electricity between the two women as they exchanged gazes over their wine goblets was palpable.
Red set down her goblet. She uncinched her satin robe and allowed it to slip from her shoulders to the floor, revealing her own naked form in all its splendor. Red approached the dark haired beauty, who gazed in wide eyed amazement at both the beauty and the brashness of her new partner. Red grasped the vixen around the waist, pressing their breasts and bellies together. With one hand, Red kneaded the luscious flesh of one of Karmilla's pillowy breasts, and with the other, dug her fingers in to the smooth firm flesh of the woman's exquisitely curved buttocks, all the while showering the crook of Karmilla's neck with soft kisses. Karmilla moaned with pleasure.
As this continued for several moments, Karmilla felt her own excitement mounting as she fell deeper and deeper under the pirate woman's spell. Karmilla began to massage her crotch against Red’s smooth firm hip. "Oh, Captain! That feels so incredible!" Karmilla exclaimed, verging on a climax. Then suddenly Red pulled away.
"Don’t stop! Why did you stop?"
"I need for you to help me dispose of this blue blooded tart. Then we shall return to my bed for more merrymaking."
Shortly, the two women had succeeded in tossing the luscious corpse over the bow. Karmilla, feeling slightly winded, paused by the bow to catch her breath. She smiled to herself at the naivete of the famous pirate captain. The officials of the British military were disgustingly honest, and could always be counted on to keep their word. On the other hand, this pirate couldn’t be trusted as far as she could be thrown. Why should Karmilla jeopardize a career and life style that she so much enjoyed for the sake of this worthless outlaw? The prudent course of action was obvious. She would have a thrilling lovemaking session with Red, and then kill the gorgeous hussy in her sleep.
"Karmilla?"
"Yes, Red…OHHHH!!’
Karmilla turned just in time to watch Red fire a crossbow bolt deep into her naked belly. She rested her weight on the bow of the schooner, realizing that she had but a few more seconds to live. "What about our agreement? What about our partnership?" she pleaded indignantly.
"I lied," Red answered with a mischievous smile, loading another bolt in the crossbow.
The next shot struck Karmilla dead center between her large luscious breasts, sending her teetering over the bow. Her body slipped beneath the water with a soft splash.
It would have been wiser, and much, much safer to have slain the wench outright, but this way was just so much more enjoyable. However, her session with Karmilla had left Red feeling highly aroused, and very unsatisfied. She decided to go in search of Thomasina, hoping to coax the comely coquette into bed. Straining hers ears she could hear the faint but unmistakable melody of ‘Dark Eyes’ being strummed on a Spanish guitar. Without bothering to retrieve her robe, she followed the sound.
"…and that damned arrogant half naked she-devil continues to walk the streets with impunity!"
"Please try to calm yourself, father. Such anger can’t possibly be good for your health. Your veins are protruding. I don’t want you to have a heart failure, so that I have to run this place by myself."
Magistrate Winston Tucker’s ranting seemed to shake the very foundations of the main house at Tucker Plantation. His alluring daughter, Stephanie, seated on the plush divan, listened with bemused patience as he vented his anger, pacing back and forth across the pristine parlor.
"It’s the fault of these damned colonists!"
"Father! Please watch your language!"
"I apologize, sweetheart. It’s just that these second and third generation colonists don’t seem to understand that they are English citizens."
Ever since the courier had arrived, bearing the news that yet another merchant ship had sailed into nearby Charles Town stripped of its cargo, Magistrate Tucker had been in an implacable snit.
"It’s a chance to poke their thumb in the eye of British authority. No one in this backwater town thinks there’s anything wrong with doing business with that woman. She sells her goods openly to all the merchants in Bath, and they buy them like it’s the most normal thing in the world!"
"Why do they do commerce with such an awful person?"
"Because it pays. The town of Bath is poor in comparison to cities like Charles Town and Jamestown, and the people here are more than willing to tolerate and even romanticize the likes of Calico Red in return for receiving precious goods at black market prices. And of course there’s no tax to pay!"
The magistrate continued, "Bath is too isolated and too small for any redcoats to be permanently stationed here, and the local militia doesn’t give a rip about pirates. Governor Eden doesn’t seem to be concerned either. My own belief is that he is on the pirate’s payroll as well."
"No!"
"Yes. That leaves it up to me single-handedly to at least attempt to keep order. I can’t help but wonder sometimes if I shouldn’t just throw my lot in with the rest, and look the other way."
"No, father, you mustn’t sacrifice your integrity!"
"Well, I haven’t done that. In fact I have enlisted the aid of Governor Shortwood of Virginia. At least there’s an honest man. At my request he has dispatched a company of soldiers to Bath. I received word earlier today that they have arrived and are camped out in Porter’s Field, just outside of town."
"How exciting!" gushed the beautiful young woman, her cheeks flushing.
"Um, well, yes. Anyway, it’s very simple really. When Calico Red and her band come ashore to sell their goods, as they regularly do, the soldiers will march into town and arrest them."
"Well, that should take care of that."
"I hope so. The thing that bothers me is that this vixen always seems to be one step ahead of us. We hear that she’s hiding out on some island or some inlet, and when the warships arrive, she’s gone."
"I’m very sorry, but I’m getting tired, father."
"Yes, I am too. I suppose we should retire."
As Stephanie stood and left, the magistrate couldn’t help but admire the voluptuous form of the young woman, in spite of the fact that she was his daughter. It seemed like just yesterday that she was just a skinny little rake, and then this gorgeous full figured young lady just seemed to appear out of nowhere.
She was wearing a bodice cinched up over a peasant blouse that elevated her naturally full bosom, creating an incredibly attractive display of cleavage. With her large doe eyes, rosy cheeks, and shiny dark hair, she presented an irresistible picture of blooming womanhood. Magistrate Tucker mused to himself that it should be no problem at all to marry this beauty off to some promising young plantation heir when the time arose.
Stephanie entered her bedroom armed with a small oil lamp to fend off the darkness. She closed her door, and gave a startled gasp as she turned around, for there sitting by her bedside, in the darkness, fingering a long steel dagger, was none other than the half naked barbarian her father had been ranting about, the terror of the Carolina coast, Captain Calico Red.
Red touched the dagger’s tip to her lips, signaling Stephanie to be silent. Then she casually waved the dagger at the trembling lass, indicating that she strip off her clothing. Hesitantly, the girl undid the ties of her bodice, and pulled off her blouse, allowing her full perfect breasts to hang free. When the lass paused for a moment, Red impatiently motioned for her to continue. She then pulled off her long skirt, and the remainder of her clothing, revealing a tight flat belly, and long, perfectly sculptured legs.
Red stood and approached the trembling girl. Red was virtually naked herself, at least by the standards of those days. She was clad in black boots, short black skirt that rode low on her hips, and her own healthy sized bosom was held in check by a tight fitting white cotton halter top that hung off the shoulder. The ensemble was topped off by a red silk scarf tied about her neck.
"Straighten up, girl," Red softly commanded, and the girl stiffened her back, thrusting out her ample breasts. Calico Red carefully inspected the girl’s body, taking in its smooth contours. The girl’s skin glowed luminously in the moonlight streaming in through the open window. "Very nice," Red whispered menacingly, apparently pleased with what she saw.
Red held the tip of her razor sharp dagger against Stephanie’s left breast just a couple of inches above the aureole, making a tiny cut. A drop of blood beaded up. Again, Stephanie gasped. Cupping the girl’s breast in her hand, Red licked the girl’s breast clean. Red then gently blew on the small wound, helping to close it up. Then, still holding the dagger near the girl’s side, Red gave the girl a long soft kiss. Red reached her free hand around, exploring the small of the girl’s back, allowing her fingers to drift down to the crevice between the girl’s smooth firm buttocks.
When Red released the girl’s lips from her own, Stephanie furtively said "May I ask something?"
"Of course," Red whispered.
Stephanie wrapped her arms around Red’s neck, and softly asked "Why are you always late?"
Red laughed, and tossing the dagger aside, pushed the girl down onto the bed.
Much later that night, about an hour before dawn, a single tired, hungry young sentry stood guard over the company of redcoats asleep in their tents in Porter’s Field. The only thing keeping him awake that night was his exceedingly bad mood. If these colonists cannot police their own territory, he thought, if they choose to allow known criminals to walk freely among them, then what in the hell is the British military getting involved for? This is a local problem – let the locals handle it. How exceedingly degrading, marching a company of British soldiers through miles and miles of wilderness on such a trivial mission. Sending a highly trained British military unit to subdue a group of out-of-control…women!
A bunch of women? He chuckled to himself at the absurdity of the notion.
The sentry thought he heard something, something like a twig snapping, like someone stepped on it. "Who goes there?" he called out, brandishing his bayonet against the thick darkness that lay beyond the encampment. He paused to listen.
The sentry made a soft gurgling sound as a crossbow bolt drilled into his throat. He fell quietly to the ground thinking no more thoughts of his absurd mission, or of anything else for that matter.
Calico Red’s band descended upon the sleeping encampment like a quiet deadly mist. Silently, stealthily, skillfully, armed with their long steel daggers, the girls slipped from tent to tent, dealing quickly and efficiently with the sleeping occupants.
A short time later, a brilliant sun rose on a bright, peaceful new day. Around the encampment birds were happily chirping, and a horse snorted occasionally, oblivious of the carnage at hand. There seemed nothing really out of the ordinary about the camp’s appearance. It simply appeared as though no one made it out of bed that morning.
In the following weeks, Calico Red conducted business as usual. She continued to prey on the merchant vessels that came in and out of the major port cities, and continued to sell her goods with impunity on the streets of Bath. In fact, if anything, the slaughter of the British army unit actually elevated her stature among the townspeople.
However, Red knew that sooner or later, the other shoe was bound to drop, and so she kept a very alert eye out for trouble.
Then one night, as her ship was anchored just outside the port of Bath, Red was ensconced at her desk, attempting to catch her logbook and accounting records up to date. Thomasina, Red’s current sweetheart, was seated on a wicker couch, strumming the sweet strains of a Spanish sarabande on her guitar.
Red and Thomasina were dressed to retire for the night, both of them clothed in colorful silk robes, tightly cinched at the waist, the better to display their hourglass figures.
Then a knock came at the cabin door. "Captain, Stephanie Tucker has pulled up alongside. She requests permission to come aboard."
"Let her come." Red looked over at Thomasina, who had stopped playing, and was now raising her eyebrows quizzically.
"Sorry, Toni. It’s only for one night."
"It’s not just for one night. She’s been aboard many times before. You always let her aboard!" With that, Thomasina rose and sashayed out indignantly, carrying her guitar with her, nose held high in the air.
Shortly, Stephanie came bustling through the door, her cheeks a cheery shade of rose from the chilly night air.
"Hello, lover. What do you have there? Something for me?" Red greeted her young paramour, seeing that she came bearing a bottle of wine.
"For us! A bottle of Rappahanock Red, Tucker Plantation’s very finest wine blend."
"We’ll have to get out the nice glasses then." Red retrieved a pair of spectacular looking gilded ceramic goblets as Stephanie located Red’s corkscrew and unplugged the cork. Stephanie poured.
"To what shall we toast?" asked Red, raising her glass.
"To the King’s army, for being such bumbling fools!" Stephanie answered with a giggle.
"To the King’s army, for being such bumbling fools!"
"Where is your fireplace?" asked Stephanie upon draining her goblet. "I would like to throw my goblet in the fireplace. I’m feeling quite decadent tonight."
"Not my goblet, you’re not! Anyway, it’s very difficult to maintain a fireplace aboard a ship."
"I suppose it is," Stephanie answered sheepishly. Then brightening, the lass exclaimed "So enough with the niceties! Let’s go to bed!" With a devilish grin, Stephanie began uncinching her bodice.
"Down girl," Red answered, feeling her own excitement mount at the girl’s unbridled enthusiasm. "Before we start anything, you must tell me of any news that I may need to hear. What has your father been saying recently about his communications with the good Governor Shortwood?"
"There is something, but I haven't been able to coax the details out of my father." Stephanie continued to peel off her garments as she spoke. "Shortwood is sending a single assassin. I don't know who, when, or how. Apparently the idea is that one man acting alone can get into places where an army is unable to go. Anyway, this is something that's going to happen very shortly."
At this point Stephanie stood completely nude, her creamy skin glowing with youthful health and vitality. "That's all I know, okay?" Stephanie leapt onto Red's large bed. Sprawled among the satin sheets, with her black ringlets scattered over her back and her perfectly rounded arse teasingly propped up, she purred, "Now will you come to bed?"
Shortly, the two bodies were entangled on the bed in a single fiery knot of passion. Red was unrelenting in her attentions to the lustful lass. Stephanie gave herself over completely to Red, groaning and writhing helplessly, caught in the spell of the dashing dangerous pirate captain, her constant moans punctuated by ecstatic shrieks as she peaked in involuntary fits of orgasmic pleasure.
Eventually, Stephanie climaxed so many times that she simply passed out from exhaustion, falling into a deep slumber. Red, exhausted by the excruciating pleasure they had shared, was relieved, thinking that now they would both have a chance to rest.
A short while later, up in the forecastle, where Red's girl's lay fast asleep in their bunks, someone was stirring. Karmilla sat up in the darkness, gently shaking her head full of long curly black hair, attempting to dispel the sweet exhaustion that had been brought on by the orgiastic lovemaking earlier that night. Karmilla leaned down to grasp the long thin dagger hidden among her clothing beneath the bunk. Her gorgeous bunk mate, Laura, stirred and opened her eyes to see the peculiar silhouette of Karmilla sitting up with a dagger in hand.
"What are you doing?" the sleepy eyed Laura groggily asked.
"Everything is all right, go back to sleep," Karmilla whispered soothingly. Then in a single smooth perfect motion, Karmilla clamped one hand over Laura's mouth, and with her other hand slid the long thin blade under Laura's left breast, through her ribs, and deep into her heart. Laura's eyes widened, her body shuddered, and then went limp, as she gave up the ghost. Karmilla gently closed Laura's eyes, so that the girl simply seemed to be blissfully asleep.
Karmilla glanced around the spacious cabin that provided quarters for about half the crew, dimly lit by a softly glowing oil lamp, to ensure that none of the others had awakened. Karmilla softly chuckled to herself at how easy it had been to seduce the lustful pirate tart. The victims that she was typically hired to target were almost invariably male, but this was far different. This was a job that she was really going to enjoy.
As the nude form of the sleek assassin crept towards the forecastle exit leading to the main deck, her mind traveled back to the events earlier that night, to the tavern that a small group of Red's girl's had chosen to visit in a night of wild revelry. It had been easy for her to obtain a job as a tavern wench, just as it had been easy to impress Red's girls well enough to get herself invited aboard. All it took was a few lascivious winks and a generous display of cleavage. She glanced down admiringly at her pair of large luscious breasts, glowing luminously in the light of the full moon.
Karmilla had at first thought that the lack of privacy in the crew's quarters would have an inhibiting effect on the night's lovemaking. But it was quite the opposite. It was more like an orgy. The moans and cries coming from each pair of coupling pirates simply seemed to inspire the others to greater heights of ecstasy. In fact, several couples actually exchanged partners during the course of their lovemaking.
As Karmilla neared the entrance to the Captain's cabin, she mused how unfortunate it was that her stunning blonde friend Laura had awoken at such an inopportune moment, but then thought better of it. Why try to deceive herself? She was glad that events had played out as they did There was nothing quite so satisfying as seducing some angel faced sex hungry tart, guiding her through a wrenching series of orgasms, and then finishing her off.
Karmilla pushed at the door to the captain's cabin. It creaked open, revealing a room lit only by a few shafts of moonlight shining through the portholes. Karmilla paused, alert for any sound or sign of movement in the room. But the only sound to be heard was the gentle lapping of the ocean waves against the side of the schooner.
Karmilla entered the room, making her way towards what was obviously the bed of the notorious pirate captain. And there she lay blissfully asleep, sprawled languorously across the satin sheets. Karmilla paused for just a moment to admire the body of the doomed woman, her large, perfectly shaped breasts and tight lean waist. A misleadingly soft, smooth exterior housing a storehouse of strength and vitality.
The beautiful assassin exercised the same smooth and deadly maneuver with the sleeping woman as she had with Laura. Her eyes popped open and her body shuddered for a moment, then went limp.
"Congratulations. You have just murdered the daughter of the local magistrate."
Karmilla gasped, dropping her dagger which fell clattering to the deck. She spun around to see a tall statuesque women with a loaded crossbow trained at her belly. The reality of the situation quickly dawned on her. It was difficult to tell by the moonlight, which cast everything in shades of gray, but, yes, this woman was a redhead.
"So you're...you're Calico Red?"
"The very same. And you? Be quick about it, wench!"
"I go by the name of Karmilla. I am a professional mercenary, and usually work for the British military. They call on me to eliminate adversaries that their conventional troops would have difficulty gaining access to."
Red quickly took in the bountiful charms of the beautiful assassin, her full pouty lips, her large, luscious, perfectly shaped breasts, and her lean, lithe body. "The face of an angel, and the body of a devil. I can well imagine there are very few places that you would be unable to insinuate yourself into. So who are you working for this time?"
"I was hired by Governor Shortwood to...um..."
"Yes, to assassinate me, Calico Red."
Karmilla glanced over at the luscious corpse that lay sprawled peacefully on Red's bed.
"Don't trouble yourself about the wench you accidentally killed. She was merely an informant that I use occasionally. You simply did what I probably would have had to do myself, eventually. I couldn't sleep last night and took a seat by the door to gaze out the porthole at the sea. I fell asleep and then awoke to see you hovering over my bed."
Red continued, "Now tell me, wench, just how much is Shortwood paying you?"
"Two hundred pounds."
"I shall make a proposal to you. I will pay you one thousand pounds to return to Virginia and kill the distinguished Governor Shortwood. Five hundred pounds now, and the rest when you return with a Virginia newspaper announcing the sad news of the poor governor's death. You are obviously a very capable assassin. I have the utmost confidence in your ability. So what say you?"
"I fail to see how I could refuse. It certainly sounds better than being shot in the belly with a crossbow."
"I knew you were a reasonable woman. What say that we commemorate our agreement with a toast." Red laid aside the crossbow and turned up the oil lamp, filling the cabin with a soft glow. Red retrieved another of the spectacular looking goblets for Karmilla and poured the wine that Stephanie had provided.
"So what do you have there?" Karmilla queried.
"A bottle of Rappahanock Red. I understand it is one of the finest wines produced by
Tucker Plantation."
"Yes, I'm quite familiar with it. It is, in fact, one of my favorite wines."
"I'm glad you are pleased with it. To the start of our newly formed partnership."
"To the start of our newly formed partnership."
Red found herself fascinated by the nude beauty standing before her, her unflappable cool, her large luscious breasts unashamedly thrust out in a pose of casual self assurance. Red, her own body already primed by the thrilling sex she had earlier that night with the unfortunate Stephanie, felt her own excitement growing. The electricity between the two women as they exchanged gazes over their wine goblets was palpable.
Red set down her goblet. She uncinched her satin robe and allowed it to slip from her shoulders to the floor, revealing her own naked form in all its splendor. Red approached the dark haired beauty, who gazed in wide eyed amazement at both the beauty and the brashness of her new partner. Red grasped the vixen around the waist, pressing their breasts and bellies together. With one hand, Red kneaded the luscious flesh of one of Karmilla's pillowy breasts, and with the other, dug her fingers in to the smooth firm flesh of the woman's exquisitely curved buttocks, all the while showering the crook of Karmilla's neck with soft kisses. Karmilla moaned with pleasure.
As this continued for several moments, Karmilla felt her own excitement mounting as she fell deeper and deeper under the pirate woman's spell. Karmilla began to massage her crotch against Red’s smooth firm hip. "Oh, Captain! That feels so incredible!" Karmilla exclaimed, verging on a climax. Then suddenly Red pulled away.
"Don’t stop! Why did you stop?"
"I need for you to help me dispose of this blue blooded tart. Then we shall return to my bed for more merrymaking."
Shortly, the two women had succeeded in tossing the luscious corpse over the bow. Karmilla, feeling slightly winded, paused by the bow to catch her breath. She smiled to herself at the naivete of the famous pirate captain. The officials of the British military were disgustingly honest, and could always be counted on to keep their word. On the other hand, this pirate couldn’t be trusted as far as she could be thrown. Why should Karmilla jeopardize a career and life style that she so much enjoyed for the sake of this worthless outlaw? The prudent course of action was obvious. She would have a thrilling lovemaking session with Red, and then kill the gorgeous hussy in her sleep.
"Karmilla?"
"Yes, Red…OHHHH!!’
Karmilla turned just in time to watch Red fire a crossbow bolt deep into her naked belly. She rested her weight on the bow of the schooner, realizing that she had but a few more seconds to live. "What about our agreement? What about our partnership?" she pleaded indignantly.
"I lied," Red answered with a mischievous smile, loading another bolt in the crossbow.
The next shot struck Karmilla dead center between her large luscious breasts, sending her teetering over the bow. Her body slipped beneath the water with a soft splash.
It would have been wiser, and much, much safer to have slain the wench outright, but this way was just so much more enjoyable. However, her session with Karmilla had left Red feeling highly aroused, and very unsatisfied. She decided to go in search of Thomasina, hoping to coax the comely coquette into bed. Straining hers ears she could hear the faint but unmistakable melody of ‘Dark Eyes’ being strummed on a Spanish guitar. Without bothering to retrieve her robe, she followed the sound.
