Legend of Calico Red (1-6) (2 Viewers)

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Another reposted classic - by Cloak & Dagger on the Scarlett Pimpernel board well back in the 2000s.

PROLOGUE
Sometime recently, historical researchers based in Charleston, South Carolina recovered a decayed manuscript from an abandoned plantation house overlooking the historic Ashepoo River. The following text is the result of their transcription:

CHAPTER ONE

This is the personal testimony of Francis Ward, who, surviving the most perilous and incredible of adventures, wishes to commit these amazing memories to paper while they still be fresh in his mind.

I am a merchant sailor by trade. Roughly six months ago, my shipmates and I embarked from Erinfeld, England, our intended destination being the New World port of Charleston, South Carolina. I am the only surviving crew member of that most ill-fated of voyages.

As we neared our destination, the Charleston port became dimly visible on the smoky horizon. Then a sloop appeared off our port bow. It swiftly approached our vessel, and as it neared, the leering grin of the Jolly Roger greeted us as it flew from the top of the sloop's mainsail. Our vessel, laden as it was with cargo of all manner, was no match for the speed of the outlaw rig. As the sloop drew up alongside, our crew prepared to make their stand, anticipating the inevitable grappling hooks, flaming arrows and blazing pistols.

However, instead of the foul, unkempt band of savages that we were expecting, we were dismayed to see the pirate vessel manned, as it were, by a wondrous assortment of well groomed, seemingly healthy young maidens. If this gave us any feeling of relief, it was quite short lived. For it soon became apparent that what these sleek amazons may have lacked in male musculature they more than compensated for with superior training, organization, and discipline. Using lines and grappling hooks, they quickly pulled the bows of the two ships close enough to be able to leap across the breach. They thus boarded our vessel, and set about ruthlessly dispatching those who stood their ground and determinedly hunting down those too cowardly to fight. Instead of the heavy sabres favored by most pirates, they used the lighter rapier, brandishing these with a skill I have seldom seen in any man, including myself, being a skilled swordsman. A few of them possessed pistols which they likewise employed with deadly skill.

These lasses were all similarly clad in boots, short black skirt, and low cut white blouse that hung off their shoulders, leaving their legs, midriffs, and ample bosoms largely exposed. Although this would not seem to afford them much protection under these circumstances, they used the spectacle of their near nakedness to their advantage, disconcerting their male opponents just enough to allow them to make quick work of anyone standing against them.

Luckily, I had with me my own rapier, the same one that I trained with some years ago. I drew my sword, but hesitated to use it, my own mind being in great confusion. Then one of the outlaws leapt in front of me. Throwing back her long raven locks, she exclaimed "Straighten yourself up sir, so that you may die fighting like a man, rather than die sniveling like the dog that you are!" This proved to be the lady's undoing, for I quickly regained my senses, and after a brief skirmish, plunged my blade deep into the soft flesh of her belly. She fell to her knees clutching her bleeding wound.

"Please, sir, don't leave me like this! Finish me!" Complying with her dying wish, I plunged my blade through the plump flesh of her left breast and into her heart.

Before she had even fallen to the deck, she was replaced by a compatriot, a tall blonde haired beauty standing with bosom thrust out defiantly, and rapier menacingly raised. She sneered at me, "Katherine was never more than a fair swordswoman. I trust, sir, that you may find my blade a greater challenge, and a final one." She was much better with her sword than the first wench, and I found myself giving ground to her, till my back was almost against the starboard bow. I then managed to penetrate her defense with a desperate swipe of my blade, which tore away most of her blouse, leaving her large breasts free and exposed, with a thin red cut in the cleft between them.

"Bastard!" she cried, eyes red with fury. She then rushed at me, and in her overzealous haste I easily ran my blade through her bare torso. The weight of her body fell against me, almost sending me over the bow.

Struggling to push her off, I attempted to intervene on behalf of one of my mates who was not faring as well as I. Clutching his bleeding sword arm, he was trying to defend himself against a big bosomed red haired beauty who was getting the better of him.

Forcing myself between them, I battled the red head, gradually forcing her all the way back to the port bow, for it was obvious that this one was no match for myself. She was startled by the touch of the ship's bow against her backside, so that I was easily able to knock her blade from her hand. Having her thus pinned against the bow, I slipped my blade underneath the center edge of her blouse and yanked it away, leaving her bosom exposed in all its splendour.

Resting the tip of my blade in her deep cleavage, I allowed myself to gaze momentarily at the rich wonder of this creature's body, her smooth alabaster skin, her soft belly, her firm torso, her large soft breasts thrust out courageously against the threat of my sharp cold blade, her full lips slightly parted, trembling with fear.

Aware of my admiring gaze, she spoke thus, "I implore you, kind sir! Please spare me my life, so that we may lie together, and I promise to bring you pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings!"

"My apologies for acting the ingrate upon receiving so generous an offer, wench, but I'm afraid you will lie only with the fishes!" and thereupon thrust my blade deep into her heart. The force of the lunge sent her reeling over the bow. I barely heard the soft splash above the din of the battle as her body slipped into the brine below.

Feeling greatly exhilarated by my success thus far, I zestfully continued to slay a number of these deadly beauties. I am rather ashamed to confess that I took a certain perverse pleasure in dispatching them in a variety of manner, impaling this lass through the torso, that one through the neck, some through the bosom, and others through the belly. After a short while, there was a small pile of their nearly naked bodies at my feet, breasts pressed against one another in a grim parody of lovemaking.

However, as the sounds of the battle died down, I sensed forebodingly that virtually all of my mates had either fallen to the amazon pirates or had abandoned ship.

Glancing around, I saw that about ten of the pirate maidens had formed a circle around me, cautiously keeping their distance. Realizing that complete surrender offered me one slender chance of survival, I tossed my sword to the deck. One of the pirates approached, sword raised.

"You have distinguished yourself this day, sir, as a remarkably able and courageous fighter, and for that I must commend you. However, you have slain many of our sisters, a trespass that cannot be overlooked. Therefore, prepare yourself to meet them in Hell!"

 

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CHAPTER TWO

"Stop!"

The wenches turned to face the source of this command, a lusciously proportioned woman outfitted very much like the rest of them, except for a bright red scarf tied around her neck, matching a full mane of bright red hair. She had large round breasts set off by a small waist and sharply curved, fleshy hips. She carried herself upright and confidently, with her back slightly arched, further accentuating her hourglass figure.

It was apparent from the way these lasses reacted that this was their leader, someone to be minded with the greatest respect.

I quickly surmised that this must surely be the infamous Captain Calico Red, terror of the Carolina coast. The legend of Calico Red is an oft told story among seamen, one of those tales they tell one another late at night over a bottle of rum at a dank seaside saloon.

Calico Red was formerly the mistress of the privateer turned pirate One Eyed Jack Griffith. One Eyed Jack was at one time employed by the King as a privateer, and sank many a Spanish galleon under the auspices of the Crown. But when Jack's letter of marque expired, the threat of Spanish conquest had all but vanished, and the King decided Jack's services were no longer necessary. Believing himself betrayed, Jack took to preying upon the harbours of the southern most English settlements as his chosen way of exacting revenge.

Calico Red was Jack's constant companion as he traversed the Carolina coast. Jack taught her everything he could about seamanship. She eventually became an excellent markswoman and swordswoman as well, and proved every bit as deadly on their pirate raids as any of Jack's best men.

However, Jack had a roving eye. With his devilish grin, garrulous disposition, and tendency to spend his booty frivolously, Jack attracted young women like moths to a flame. Being a proud temperamental woman, Red was enraged that Jack should turn his amorous attention to lasses that had no value to him other than sheer recreation. Late one night, as Jack lay asleep with one of his many conquests, Red slipped into his room and slit her betrayer's throat.

Upon reaching that low point, Red had nothing but hatred for the entire male race.

However, far from abandoning the pirate life, she set about recruiting a sundry assortment of prostitutes, orphans, and runaway girls and formed her own vicious brigade of cutthroats. She put these girls through a grueling internship, training them in the arts of seamanship, marksmanship, and swordsmanship. As part of their induction, the girls had to take a vow never to have any sort of romantic entanglement with a man, but instead to turn to one another for the companionship necessary to satisfy their carnal desires.

Up until now, I had considered the story a great exaggeration, if not outright fiction.

As I stated, up until now.

"Let me have a closer look at this devil who has caused us such consternation," she demanded as she approached. "What's your name, sir?"

"Francis Ward," I replied.

"Well, Mister Francis Ward, it certainly is a delicious pot of turkey gravy you've fallen into, isn't it?" she said, laughing.

"Take off his shirt," she commanded, addressing one of her followers. The lass ripped the shirt from my frame with a single jerk, easy enough considering the ordeal the shirt had gone through during the past hour. Red circled around, inspecting me as though evaluating a cut of venison at the marketplace.

"A well muscled frame and an intelligent face. I like him." She seemed to pay particular attention to the bulge in the crotch of my breeches.

"Yes, you'll do. You'll do very nicely. Do you know who I am?"

"I believe I know of you. You're the pirate Calico Red."

"Why yes, he is intelligent at that!" Then addressing her followers, "Take him to my cabin, feed him, clean him up, apply some sweet smelling perfume to him, and then chain him to the bedpost of my bed. Take great care, and make certain he is secure, for he has the look of a crafty one."

One of her followers spoke up indignantly, a slightly chubby blonde beauty, "So he is to become your private pleasure slave, is he? Such hypocrisy, after we've all taken a vow never to lie with a man! I would sooner die than see one of our number degrade herself in such a way!"

Red calmly unsheathed her rapier from its scabbard. "Then so be it."

Raising her own rapier in reply, the girl snarled back, "Then so be it, b###h!"

The unfortunate lass was no match for Red's skill. After a few parries, Red cut through her blouse leaving a bleeding scar on the girl's plump right breast. The girl paused for an instant, just slightly flustered at seeing the dark red stain spreading across her blouse. It was all the opportunity Red needed. Laughing gleefully, Red smacked the girl's blade aside with her left hand, and with her right, plunged her own blade deep into the girl's soft cleavage, causing instant death.

The girl's limp frame crumpled to the deck. "Is there anyone else who would like to discuss this new policy with me?" Red asked, pausing momentarily.

"Good. And please don't think me too selfish. For those of you who distinguish yourselves in service to our group, I will gladly allow you to borrow him for a night or so. Now take Mister Ward away as I instructed."

Two of Red's wenches led me on board the pirate ship and into the captain's quarters. It was sumptuously decorated, as you would expect in the cabin of a pirate captain. My captors did just as they had been instructed, feeding me a bowl of hot porridge and a glass of wine and set about bathing me in a large tub of warm water. Given the luxury and comfort of being washed by hand, and my close proximity to the pulchritudinous flesh of my beautiful female captors, my private member became very long and stiff, an action that I could not control. This set the two wenches to giggling no end, as they found this very amusing.

At length they did chain me, attaching one end to my left ankle and the other to the bed post. The chain was fairly long, and the links small, affording me enough freedom to walk around the cabin. However, my captors never returned me my clothes. When I demanded them, one of the wenches replied "You shan't be needing them," and they both left, giggling like two schoolgirls.

Having nothing else to do I laid down on the bed and went to sleep.

When I awoke, it was dark outside. The inside of the cabin was dimly lit by a small oil lamp. Calico Red was standing by the bed wearing a diaphanous gown through which I could clearly see the outline of her luscious body, the nipples of her large pendulous breasts gently poking against the front of the gown. She was holding in her hand an open bottle of some sort of lotion whose fragrant aroma I could faintly smell. "This potion is to increase your stamina. I retrieved it from a merchant frigate returning from the far east. It is supposed to greatly enhance a man's romantic prowess. Until now, I have never had a chance to test its potency." She poured a few drops onto her fingers and gently rubbed it into the skin of my member, which had already grown hard and stiff just from the sight of her beautiful form. I felt a weird tingling followed by a slight numbness.

Red leaned over and gave me a long passionate kiss. Then sitting up, she allowed the open gown to fall from her shoulders. She then pulled my head into her generous bosom, momentarily burying my face. I amused myself by alternately sucking on and licking each of her nipples until they were quite firm. Sensing that she was ready, I pulled her up from the bed and placed her hands firmly against the cabin wall so she could brace herself. Then placing my arms around and taking a firm grip on each of her large breasts I forcefully pulled myself against her, plunging my throbbing member deep within her womanhood. Red let out a startled groan of pleasure.

I began pumping fiercely against her large firm arse until after a moment she issued a series of sweet sounding gasps as she quickly reached a shuddering climax. I moved her back over to the bed, where we made love for several hours, she climaxing periodically, while I, apparently with the aid of that wonderful potion, was able to contain myself. Then finally, having worked Red into a particularly intense series of orgasms, I let myself go in an electrifying explosion of pleasure.

We were both exhausted, and Red seemed genuinely relieved that we had completed our session. Collapsing onto the bed, she murmured, "Thank you, Mister Ward. That was wonderful." Then she began to snore a very peaceful ladylike snore.

 

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CHAPTER THREE

"Please wake up, Mister Ward. Please, sir."

It was well past daybreak. I awoke to find Red gone. In her cabin were my two comely captors from the previous day. One was gently nudging me awake while the other was busy unlocking the end of the chain from my ankle.

"Red instructed that you be allowed to sleep until past noon. However, it is now time for you to get dressed. We must go meet the others." She handed me my boots, stockings, and breeches, cleaned and neatly folded, but no shirt, my shirt having been ripped to shreds the previous day. In its place was provided a luxurious fur vest, apparently sewn together from the hide of some animal I couldn't identify. It felt marvelously soft against my skin, and I greatly enjoyed wearing it.

As they led me out of the cabin, one of them explained, "We're going to camp on the island tonight. It will be a wonderful time!"

We climbed over the bow of the sloop and down a ladder into a small boat that took us a very short distance to the shore. The ship was moored on what appeared to be the sound side of a long outer island. This I surmised from the calm of the water and the appearance of land off on the horizon. We crossed a sandy beach, walked through a forest, and then into a clearing, where a large number of tents had been set around a central gathering place. A stack of firewood had been carefully arranged, apparently in preparation for a bonfire.

Red's girls were scattered around the camp employed in various tasks. Some were setting up more tents. Some were cleaning fish and chopping and mixing vegetables in what looked to be preparation for a feast. A couple of chicken were roasting over an open fire. In an open space, several lasses were practicing their swordplay with one another using blunt wooden swords. Some of the girls were wearing their standard uniform that I have already described, but others had covered themselves with simple gowns, or with vests similar to my own, in keeping with this relaxed setting.

I was delighted to discover that I was allowed to wander freely around the camp, apparently because there wasn't really any place to escape to, other than the hostile wilderness. After wandering through the camp for a bit, I set about helping one of the lasses chop firewood, wishing to make myself seem productive.

As dusk set in, the girls gathered at the center of the camp, where plates, food and utensils had been set out. It was indeed a feast. Laid out before us were venison, chicken, fish, and a variety of vegetables including potatoes, carrots, corn and rice. All cooked in the finest oils and spices, presumably appropriated from various unfortunate merchant vessels.

The bonfire was lit. An assortment of stools, pillows, blankets, and rough benches were arranged around the fire to accommodate the group. It went without saying that I was to be Red's companion for the night. We located ourselves on a small bench and covered it with a thick soft blanket, snuggled against one another, and settled ourselves in anticipation of the revelry about to ensue.

Both wine and rum flowed freely throughout the group as we all ate our fill. As we listened, the lasses told stories about their adventures and misadventures.. Some related stories of having terrible childhoods, telling how they came to give up on society in general, the male gender in particular, and how they came to be part of Red's band.

After the wine and the rum began having its effect, one of the lasses began to play her guitar and some of the girls sang some bawdy barroom ditties, some which I knew, some which I didn't. The guitarist was surprisingly adept, for after awhile she began to play some dance tunes in the Spanish flamenco style, and some of the lasses rose to dance with one another.

After awhile, as the group began to grow sleepy, the girls drifted off to their various tents in groups of two and three. Red and I retired to our own tent as well, and spent much of the rest of the night making love with the most excruciating pleasure. However, judging from the moans of delight I faintly heard from the surrounding tents, most of the lasses were engaged in activity similar to that of Red and myself, albeit without the benefit of male companionship.

And so it went for several days and nights, as Red and her band lived off the spoils of their recent conquests on their island paradise. However, I had an uneasy feeling that I couldn't shake, that this was all extremely awkward, and that there was a great deal of tension brewing in the air. Despite what Red had said about being willing to "share" me with the group, I didn't fit here as a person, and Red and I certainly didn't fit here as a couple.

 

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CHAPTER FOUR

I awoke to the sight of a pale plump pair of breasts dangling near my face, barely contained by a sheer white blouse. In my sleepy state I thought it was Red, but as my eyesight cleared, I glimpsed the smiling face of a raven haired beauty with clear fair skin. I recognized her as Lenora, a pirate girl I had occasionally helped with a number of chores.

"Shhhh!" Having managed to nudge me awake, the pirate girl motioned me to follow her outside the tent. I pulled on my breeches, and grabbed my other clothes. Oh, the potion! I wasn't sure what Lenora had in mind but that potion could very well come in handy.

I quietly slipped out of the tent leaving Red behind, stretched out naked and sleeping peacefully. By the light of the early dawn, the pirate girl appeared fresh and radiant, her full head of black hair teased and fluffed to make a dazzling frame for her mischievous face. She had obviously prepared for this rendezvous.

We quickly made away from the encampment, with myself having no idea where the girl was leading me.

"Isn't this dangerous?" I asked. "Red could wake at any moment."

"No, she will not. I lined her goblet with sleeping powder last night. She will sleep for several more hours."

She continued, "I must warn you, sir, that your life is in danger. There is a conspiracy afoot among the women. Many are very disturbed that Red has suddenly brought a man into our midst. Among these is a small group of three who plan to sneak into your tent tomorrow night and slit both your throats. Then they will seize leadership for themselves."

"So why don't you go to Red with this information?"

"After giving the matter thought, I decided that rather than confront Red with the truth, it would avoid much conflict and bloodshed if I simply secreted you out of here, thereby removing the thorn that is causing our group such agitation. With the aid of a rowboat with a good pair of oars, it should be fairly easy for you to make it to the mainland in an hour or so." By this time we had stepped into a small clearing thickly covered with lush green grass.

I replied, "If this is true, we must be taking a very roundabout way back to the shore," for I realized that we hadn't really been heading for the water.

"Before you take your leave I intend to claim my fair reward for saving your life," she said with an impish grin. "I thought this would be a good spot." Taking my hand and pressing it against her soft creamy bosom, she continued, "It's been far too long since I've felt the caress of a strong masculine hand. My body aches for you." Then putting her arms around my neck, and pressing herself against me, she kissed me, a long, sweet, gentle kiss. I reached my right hand up and cupped her plump breast through the thin material of her blouse, my fingers struggling to envelope its fullness. The nipple was hard, and cool to the touch, in reaction to the chilly morning air.

Then she gently pushed away, and spread out a large blanket she had been carrying with her.

Very shortly, we both had discarded our clothes and were merrily pleasuring one another in the cool green clearing. Pushing me onto my back, Lenora squatted between my legs, and leaning forward, made a sort of sandwich out of my swollen member, capturing it in the cavity between her soft cool breasts. Smiling devilishly, she squeezed her breasts against my cock, and gently rubbed her nipples against it, making us both delirious with pleasure. As my milky white fluid began to ooze out, she captured some of it on her fingers, using it to lubricate my cock and to massage her own dark downy privates, making herself moist and ready. Then she mounted me, squirming and moaning with delight, as she impaled herself on my throbbing member, now buried deep inside her. After a moment her back arched, her body enveloped by a raging climax. Her distended nipples protruded from her large milky white breasts as though painfully inflated by the passion that was roaring through her body.

"Thunk!" The sound was barely audible. Lenora collapsed forward onto my chest, silent and limp, throwing her large mane of black locks into my face. Lifting her flaccid form from my chest, I recognized the telltale point of a flint arrowhead protruding from between her soft round breasts. A small bright teardrop of blood inched its way down her torso. Lenora had apparently been shot in the back with enough force to send the tip of the arrow clear through her body, killing her instantly. Lifting the girl's lifeless form off myself, I looked up to see myself surrounded by five barely clothed Indians, bowstrings drawn back, arrows pointed.

And they were all female.

And they were all gorgeous.

 

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CHAPTER FIVE

After allowing me to pull on my breeches, one of my beautiful captors bound my hands behind my back very securely with a piece of cord. They motioned me to follow them. Two of them walked ahead of me, three behind. They appeared to be young women, quite strong and healthy looking. They were all very similar in clothing and appearance, with long straight shiny black hair, wearing snug buckskin halters, breechcloths, and moccasins. They walked very quietly, but very alertly. Almost involuntarily, my eyes were drawn to the two in front of me as we walked along, my eyes following the contours of their near naked bodies, tracing the curve where the small of their backs blossomed downward into smooth, well muscled buttocks barely covered by their low slung breechcloths.

At some length, one of the two in the lead raised her hand signaling the group to stop. Not seeing anything right away, I carefully followed the line of their gaze to a deer standing motionless some distance away. An Indian maiden in the rear of our group raised her bow, took a few seconds to focus and shot. The arrow silently entered the deer just behind the shoulder of its foreleg, apparently dead on target. The deer bounded a few paces, and then collapsed in the underbrush.

After the group approached the wounded deer, one of them finished the deer off with some smoothly executed swipes to the throat. One of the girls fetched a long pole that had apparently been hidden nearby, and soon the deer was strung from the pole by it's feet. My aid was enlisted, so that I carried the pole at the rear, while one of the Indian girls held the pole at the front.

When we approached their village, it was encompassed by a tall stockade of vertical logs. The forest had been cleared well away from the barricade and there were lush looking vegetable gardens growing in the open space.

We entered the village through a narrow gate, and as I looked around, I saw several Indian women employed in various tasks, a few young girls playing with one another, but no men. The women in the village differed in dress from the group of hunters that captured me. They wore grass skirts rather than breech clothes and they had no buckskin halter, in fact, no top at all, leaving their generous assets freely exposed.

The women stared as I was marched through and I heard some softly exclaim something like "Nottaway!" upon seeing me. I was escorted into a small thatched dome shaped building with a small opening at the top, apparently to let in light. I sat alone on a floor made of animal skins and waited.

Soon an Indian maiden came in, accompanied by an older women who carried herself with great dignity. She was more modestly dressed than the other women, attired in a gown sewn of buckskin. The younger one handed me two wooden bowls, one containing some freshly cooked venison and an ear of corn, the other containing fresh water.

The two exchanged remarks for a minute in an unintelligible Indian dialect. Then the younger one spoke in English, "Please take this food. We wish you no harm. My name is Feeshku, and this is Weehahkay, our village leader" Her voice was soft and sweet, though heavily accented. "We are sorry about your friend. The one responsible acted foolishly and impetuously, and she is being punished."

She continued, "Several months ago, all the men in our village left for the mainland to raid an enemy tribe in reprisal for a number of attacks we have received in the past year. None of the men ever returned. Apparently they were all wiped out.

"Last night, She Who Rules the Forest, Kanuna, appeared to Weehakay in a great vision," she said, gesturing to the older woman.

"Kanuna spoke to Weehahkay, saying that Lord Nottaway would soon come to save our village, to provide children for our young maidens who are now barren for lack of a husband. Nottaway is the white spirit who is the lover and consort of Kanuna. And you are he. You have come in answer to our prayers." Given my circumstances, I had no choice but to accept the bizarre pronouncement.

Following that, I was unbound and allowed to walk freely through the village.

Providence had obviously blessed this village with an hereditary legacy that made each woman a creature of awesome beauty. Although they naturally varied to some extent in height and weight, they all had a very similar form. Long straight gleaming black hair. Flawless chestnut colored skin. Full lips and round healthy cheeks that tended to give their faces a very pleasant expression. Full pear shaped breasts, flat belly, and lithe, well toned legs.

At dark, the tribe gathered around a large campfire for the evening meal, consisting of roasted venison, corn, and rice. We ate out of wooden bowls using crude wooden utensils. Although more Spartan than the meals of the pirate camp, it was delicious none the less.

After the meal, several of the young women women got up to dance in worship of their esteemed goddess, Kanuna. They did this to the accompaniment of loud chanting and music from handmade percussion instruments. The maidens had managed to create very excellent drums by stretching deerskin over the ends of thick hollow logs. These were augmented by the use of dryed gourds as rattles, as well as a number of other ingenious looking instruments.

I couldn't help but feel my own excitement mounting as I watched them dance their wild exotic dance. As the campfire's flames rose into the air, they were reflected in shimmering streaks that played up and down the dark sweaty bodies of the dancers, artfully accenting the undulating curves of their voluptuous forms. The chanting and the music grew in intensity, rising into the night sky mingled with the ash and smoke from the campfire like an offering to their forest goddess. As the music grew in intensity, so did the movements of the dancers, their bodies becoming more and more posessed by their own self induced passions. Finally, as though on cue, the loud music and chanting and dancing ceased all at once, as the dancers fell to their knees exhausted, kneeling in reverence to their goddess.

Then as the dancers cleared, two nubile young Indian maidens were led into the circle, clad only in breechclothes. As the village watched, the girls' left wrists were lashed together by a cord about six feet long. Each girl was given a long sharp knife. The glint of hard steel reflecting in the firelight informed me these were European made knives, sharper and stronger than their flint counterparts.

The two girls faced each other, mutual hatred filling their eyes. I turned to Feeshku, who was sitting nearby, to seek an explanation. She leaned over and whispered, "These two girls, Haysu and Wakuna, have always gotten along badly with one another. However, this afternoon they had a violent argument over which was more worthy to be the first to lie down with you. It was decided that they will settle their differences by a duel. The winner will have the honor of being your companion for tonight. The loser will die."

I was simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by this bizarre dance of death as I watched the two sleek amazons circle one another warily, bound together by the short cord. I could not help but find myself becoming aroused at the sight of these beautiful maidens passionately attacking one another on my account. After a few moments of tentative parries and false moves, Haysu grabbed the cord securing the two and steadily began to pull Wakuna closer to herself. Wakuna instinctively dug her heels in, raising her blade in defense. Then Haysu released the cord, simultaneously lunging at Wakuna. Wakuna involuntarily propelled herself backwards, completely off balance as the cord lost its tension. Wakuna fell flat on her back, Haysu instantly on top of her. Wakuna gasped for air. Haysu pinned Wakuna's arms with her knees, and raised her knife, ready to plunge it through the sternum of the defeated maiden.

"No!"

I stood and cried out. The entire village turned their eyes on me. This seemed an excellent time to exercise my newfound authority as a local diety. I turned to Feeshku. "How do you say 'No'?"

With Feeshku acting as interpreter, I made it exceedingly clear with dramatic ringing tones that I, and I alone, would be deciding who I would be sleeping with. To emphasize the point, I indicated that it would be the defeated Wakuna, and not the victorious Haysu who would be my companion for the night. The group seemed somewhat cowed, as I was hoping, and seemed to accept my wishes. I then retired to my hut, gleefully anticipating the carnal pleasures in store.

Somewhat later, Wakuna entered my hut, as I lay on a bed of animal fur. She was naked, clothed only in the fragrant aroma of native Indian scents. A shaft of light from the full moon shown in through the roof and played across her large sumptious breasts which were thrust out invitingly. Already greatly aroused by the evening's festivities, images of dancing and dueling amazons whirling in my mind, I had to consciously restrain myself from wrestling her to the ground without further ado. She stammered out a little speech that she had apparently memorized with Feeshku's help.

"I wish to thank you for selecting me for this great honor, and also for saving my life. I present my body as your offering, for you to do with as you please."

I had already prepared myself with Red's fantastic potion, as the Indian lass leaned over my supine form and began to work her magic, guiding her luscious breasts to my mouth while I feasted on one and then the other. Then when it came my turn, assisted by Red's potion, I succeeded in elliciting the most delicious cries of delight from Wakuna's writhing body well into the early hours of the night. As Wakuna's cries drifted through the village, floating on the cold night air, I was well confident that they fell on receptive ears, giving the other young maidens in the village a foretaste of the exceeding pleasures that awaited them.

 

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CHAPTER SIX

"My Lord, please wake up, my Lord."

I wasn't sure which of my lustful nymphs was trying rouse me, but I was feeling very irritated at being awakened from my deep slumber. I had chosen three beautiful Indian lasses to bed down with that night, Haysu, Satya, and Wakuna. I feasted on each in turn, making certain that all were satisfied, and now exhausted, I just wanted to sleep.

The luscious form of Haysu gradually came in to focus in the dim light of early dawn. The other two were stretched out, naked and peacefully sleeping. Haysu chirped at me excitedly, "You must get away quickly. The ceremony is scheduled for this morning. You must escape or you will die!"

Suddenly, Satya's still form bolted upright. The shiny black blade of a flint dagger flashed in the dim light as Satya plunged its full length into Haysu's torso. Haysu gaped in disbelief at the dagger hilt protruding from her body. Haysu spat out "Satya, you worthless bitch!". Then the fire in her eyes went cold, and she fell back.

Angry and confused, I jerked the dagger from Haysu's body and held it against Satya's throat, forcing her to the ground. Apparently Satya had only been feigning sleep. "Tell me what this is about and make it quick!"

"Today you will die, a blood offering to She Who Rules The Forest, Kanuna. We know full well you are no god. This is just something we tell you in order to manipulate your bloated male ego. We and our goddess have no use for men except to provide us with children, and whatever fleeting pleasure they may give us in the process. Several girls are now impregnated, and it has been decided that your services are no longer needed. Therefore you must die."

"So this has been a ruthless deception all along! Go then to meet your beloved goddess!" With that, I slashed the poor girl's throat, and while I watched her life slip away, I wondered what to do next.

Wakuna had awoken and propped herself up on her elbow. "Please don't kill me, my Lord. I love you very deeply. If you just let me live, I will help you get out of here, or at least die in the attempt."

Call me a na‹ve fool, but I decided to trust her. I pulled on my breeches and grabbed my rapier. Wakuna tied on her loincloth, and we made our way out of the hut. A little ways away a sentry stood in our way, apparently alerted by the commotion from my hut. She brandished a spear at me, her large breasts thrust out insolently.

"You must not try to escape. If you are allowed to flee, the wrath of Kanuna will be on us all!"

"I don't know what your goddess has in mind, but surely it could be no worse than this!"

I don't believe she realized I truly intended to slay her, for she seemed surprised. Sweeping aside her lance with my left hand, I easily slid my rapier through the soft flesh just beneath her sternum. Gaping at the rapier that was embedded nearly to the hilt, she cried out "Look at what you have done to me! How could you?"

"It was easy." I withrew my sword as her luscious form crumpled to the ground.

A number of Indian lasses had awoken and were gathering their weapons. As we neared the village gate, two Indian maidens armed with spears cut us off. Wakuna hurled her dagger at one, where it lodged deep in the girl's soft belly. The other was interrupted mid-throw by the unexpected crack of a pistol shot. She and her spear dropped harmlessly to the ground.

Looking around, I saw over a score of pirate maidens stealthfully leaping over the stockade. They had strategically scattered themselves around the perimeter, apparently hoping to take the village by surprise. The surprise was on the pirates, for the Indians had already begun to arm themselves in order to thwart my escape.

Most, but not all, of the pirate maidens made it over the stockade. One dark haired beauty took an arrow deep into her bosom and slumped limp over the stockade. Another brunette took a spear in her belly an instant after hitting the ground, neatly pinning her against the stockade wall. The Indian lass who made the throw was immediately cut down, impaled on the blade of a buxom blonde pirate lass. The blonde withdrew her blade, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Then "Thunk! Thunk!" The blonde took two arrows, one in her bare belly, another in her left breast. She spun around to get away and "Thunk!" took another in the small of the back. The blonde went down.

Within moments the ground was littered with the bodies of dead and dying Indian and pirate girls. Amid the mayhem, Wakuna and I swung open the heavy ponderous gate. As we turned to flee, an Indian girl ran up to us. "This is for Satya, white scum!" and lifted her spear, sure to skewer me at such close range. She stopped short, as the sharp tip of a pirate blade erupted through her belly. Moaning, she slumped to her knees, then fell forward to the ground.

Standing behind her, grinning mischeviously was none other than Calico Red, rapier in one hand, pistol cocked and ready to fire in the other. I thought at that point I was surely doomed. However, to my surprise, Red winked her eye and waved us on with the blade of her rapier. Wakuna and I ran through the gate, and never looked back.

Wakuna found a village boat stored near the beach, and we easily made it to the mainland.

That was several months ago. We've staked out a piece of property on which Wakuna is teaching me to grow corn and rice. Wakuna is expecting a child in the spring. Living off the land is hard work, but Wakuna makes it bearable with her wonderful companionship.

I can only speculate as to why the pirate women attacked the Indian village that day. Given the possible reasons, it wasn't too surprising. It might have been in reprisal for their fallen comrade, Lenora. It might have been to rescue me. The pirates may have believed that the Indians posessed something worth plundering. At any rate, Red had apparently decided that I was more trouble than I was worth, and was content to let me go.

I must admit that my time spent as prisoner on that island of amazons was by far the most exciting time of my life. However, the present time is by far the happiest, raising crops with Wakuna, and very soon raising a family.


EPILOGUE

According to Charleston County records, Francis Ward became a very successful plantation owner in the early 1700s, building what came to be known as Ward Plantation. Ward fathered six children by his Indian bride, Wakuna. The children were given a Christian upbringing, and were trained to assimilate into white society, being raised as proper colonial ladies and gentlemen. Several of Ward's descendents are known to have distinguished themselves fighting in the Revolutionary War. The family continued to operate Ward Plantation until the late 1800s, when, as a result of the changing times, it became economically unfeasible.