Another early work by Cloak & Dagger.
"Calico Red slumped back in her chair, deeply perplexed. She raised her smooth shapely legs, resting her shiny black boots on the gnarled wooden desk. Although it was late, she was still dressed in her captain’s uniform, a skimpy affair that differed from that of her crew only by the bright red scarf tied around her neck. She glanced over to admire the sleeping form of her current lover, Tiffany, the nipples of her creamy breasts buried in the white satin sheets, golden curls scattered over her naked back. Then she looked toward the foot of the bed at the source of her current problem, an enormous glittering chest filled to overflowing with gold, precious gems, jewelry and priceless valuables of all sorts
Well, Tiffany was a problem too, but she would think about that later.
So what to do with this huge unwieldy thing? Over several years of pirating, Red had accumulated this huge hoard and was counting on it to buy her way into the good life upon her retirement. The typical pirate life is dangerous and short, and Red was hoping to get out of it in a year or two, assuming she lived that long. And besides, she wouldn’t be able to cut such a dashing figure in this revealing outfit for too many more years, either.
To leave the chest where it was, on board a ship full of pirates was simply an invitation for plunder. Red hoped to take the enormously heavy chest ashore and bury it in some isolated spot. But there was no way she could do that unaided. She figured she would need about four crew members to help her lug it ashore and bury it. The girls chosen had to be counted on never to betray the hiding place, and never to claim the treasure for themselves. But there was no one aboard that she could trust that completely. After all, pirate girls will be pirate girls.
They would all simply have to die.
That matter being settled in her mind, she was left with two problems, who to choose and how to dispatch them. She pondered the former matter, wondering who in her crew would be the most profitable to dispose of.
She considered Shannon, a creamy skinned black haired beauty with a thick Irish accent. Red had noticed that Shannon would disappear by herself every time her crew would go ashore at the port of Bath for a little R & R. Red had Shannon followed, and found that she headed straight for the office of the local magistrate, who Red knew to be a crony of her arch-nemesis, Virginia’s Governor Shortwood. Red surmised that the lass was a spy, a paid informant. Red was sure Shannon had compromised the locations of their current hideouts, as well as where much of their booty was hidden. Shannon was definitely one that Red would do well to be rid of.
Then Red’s attention turned to Ekaterina, a tall slender Russian red head. Ekaterina had been wearing extravagant looking new jewelry, and had also been treating Sarah, her current lover, to some very expensive baubles. Being suspicious, Red had Ekaterina watched, and it soon became apparent that the Russian beauty was pilfering booty for herself, not turning it in to be counted and apportioned. Ekaterina was definitely one for the list.
Then Red’s mind turned towards her first mate, Anita, a fiery eyed olive skinned beauty they had picked up in the Caribbean. Anita had proved to be a very good seawoman, and quickly worked her way up to first mate. Anita showed that she could be counted on. Anita was a very capable leader. Anita would make a fine captain. Red could see it, and she was sure her girls could see it too. Anita definitely had to go.
And then there was Tiffany, sweet, sweet Tiffany. The cool busty blonde had the most skillful pairs of hands that Red had ever encountered. In bed that is. As a seawoman, Tiffany was only so-so. But recently Tiffany had been sneaking out of their cabin in the wee hours of the morning to share her favors with other members of the crew. And the treacherous fool didn’t think Red would know.
The list was complete. But then how to do away with these girls while minimizing the risk to herself? A story came to mind, Zarovna’s Birthday Party, an old story that Red had heard as a child. Hmmm… Yes, that would work. Mentally, Red completed her plan.
Feeling quite pleased with herself, Red was ready to play. She stripped off her uniform and slipped her luscious body into bed beside Tiffany. Red slid her hand underneath Tiffany’s breast and gently tweaked the girl’s nipple, trying to arouse her out of unconsciousness.
Without waking up, Tiffany pushed Red’s hand away and rolled over, turning her backside towards Red. So you’re tired, Red thought. I’ll bet you’re tired. While caressing the girl’s smooth valentine shaped rump, Red whispered in her ear, "You will cooperate if you don’t want your throat cut."
Tiffany rolled back around, sleepily propping herself on an elbow. "You just can’t get enough, can you?" she said, smirking smugly. "As you wish, lover."
Red lay languorously back, offering her full soft white bosom to the ravishing blonde. The girl grasped a bottle of English cream sherry that lay near and with her fingers dabbed a few drops of the sweet potion around each nipple. Tiffany sucked and licked at each delicious mound, teasing it with her tongue, commanding each to stand at full attention. At the same time, one hand reached down to expertly massage her partner’s red love patch.
As Tiffany worked her magic on Red’s body, Red felt herself relax, moaning helplessly, gradually being enveloped by a delicious climax. Yes, I’m really going to miss you, Tiffany, she thought to herself.
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The next morning, Red called the four lasses into her cabin for a meeting.
Standing side by side, the barely clothed vixens presented an awesome spectacle of female beauty. They were wearing their standard pirate uniform consisting of black leather boots, low slung short black skirt, and a white cotton halter blouse that hung off the shoulders, custom fit to show each girl’s cleavage to the best advantage. This scanty outfit was accessorize by swords, scabbards, pistols and whatever other weapons the girls chose to carry.
"I need your help for something very important to me. I need to hide and bury my precious treasure, and I cannot do it on my own. The treasure is too large and too heavy. This afternoon we will set ashore on Bodie Island and find a spot to bury it."
She continued, "Obviously, keeping the secret of my treasure’s location is a great responsibility. I’ve chosen you four because out of all my crew, you are the ones that I consider to be the most trustworthy," saying this with a perfectly straight face. The girls smiled at the undue flattery. "Meet me here in two hours and we will be off." The girls left the cabin, smiling knowingly at one another. Red knew full well that the girls were going to plot her demise.
But that’s just what Red was counting on.
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It was a warm sunny day. The girls had little trouble negotiating the huge chest to shore in a large longboat. Red’s four helpers carried the chest, and Red carried a large cask of vintage chardonnay, intending to keep her girls refreshed and in a good mood. After a few minutes they came to the spot in the forest that Red had in mind. Shortly, the chest was buried deep in the ground, and Red’s girls were resting on some fallen tree logs, treating themselves to the excellent wine.
After a brief period of rest, Red stood and spoke, "I offer my deepest appreciation for a job well done. Each of you has earned my heartfelt debt of gratitude. Now let’s be off."
Anita raised her pistol and cocked it at the captain’s bare midriff. "Please have a seat, Captain. The rest of us are not quite ready to go." With her free hand, Anita took another swig from her bottle of chardonnay.
Tiffany then spoke, "You see, Captain, we’ve been discussing the matter among ourselves, and none of us believes for an instant that you would allow us to live, trusting us with the precious secret of this hiding place. We don’t yet know how or when you plan to rid yourself of us, but we know it’s coming." Shannon and Ekaterina began to finger their daggers.
"Yes, Captain," spoke Anita, "what say you? I could plant this pistol slug right between those big beautiful breasts of yours and there’s nothing you could do about it."
Red arched her back to teasingly display her impressive cleavage. She purred, "Yes, you could plant that pistol slug right between my big beautiful breasts, but I don’t think you will. Being what we are, I know that each of us pirate girls would love having this delicious prize to ourselves, without having to share it with the others. That pretty much puts us all in the same boat, doesn’t it?" The four lasses began to eye one another suspiciously. "How long do you think it will be before you four begin sneaking into one another’s quarters late at night to slit each other’s throats?"
Red continued, "And what’s more, there are additional reasons that each of you have for wanting to do away with the others. Ekaterina here has been filching much more than her fair share of booty, hoarding it for herself." Ekaterina’s eyes flared indignantly, but she said nothing.
"And Shannon here is a spy who has been selling our secrets to the dreaded Governor Shortwood." Shannon’s eyes guiltily dropped to the ground.
"And my good friend Tiffany has been sleeping with just about any crew member that would have her."
"You unfaithful slut!" Anita exclaimed. "You told me I was the only person you truly cared about!" Then addressing Red, "So what supposed infraction am I guilty of, Captain?"
"Nothing. In fact, you are an excellent and capable leader. That’s exactly why I must get rid of you."
Anita opened her mouth as if to say something, but the poor girl was speechless.
The girls looked confused. The correct course of action, which before seemed crystal clear, now seemed a hopeless muddle.
As the girls attempted to puzzle this out, Red broke the silence, "Quite a conundrum this is!" (Red was not sure exactly what a conundrum was, but felt certain that it applied to the current situation.) "However, I have a proposition that will neatly solve this. I suggest a tournament. The first two matches using pistols and swords, then the survivors with daggers, and that survivor shall be my opponent, the final match being decided with crossbows."
Shannon’s eyes brightened. "What delicious fun!"
Tiffany added "I can think of no more pleasant way to spend this beautiful afternoon than skewering the scantily clad forms of you luscious maidens!", a gleeful grin spreading across her face.
Anita put in, "A brilliant idea, Captain! I greatly look forward to seeing that treacherous tart, Tiffany, impaled on the end of my sword!"
Ekaterina exclaimed, "I want to be in the pistol match! Which of you gorgeous girls wish to feel my hot pistol lead pumped into her belly?"
The four pirate girls were gleefully excited. Calico Red had judged her girls well. Being a vain conceited lot, each of them considered herself to be by far the superior combatant, especially with all the wine that was flowing through their blood, and they were now merrily anticipating the contest at hand.
The lasses found a grassy clearing nearby. Shannon and Ekaterina were the first pair to duel. They took their positions, and cocked their pistols.
"I insist that you take the first shot," Ekaterina challenged, thrusting her impressive, barely covered bosom out at Shannon. "I am by far the better shot, and you have had by far too much wine."
"We shall see," replied Shannon. She lifted her pistol and fired.
Ekaterina briefly inspected the small bright red puncture in the center of her bare torso. "I trust that none of you shall hold it against me, having to leave just as the fun is starting!" With that the lifeless form of the lovely young Russian dropped to the ground.
Anita and Tiffany were both expert swordswomen and put on a wonderfully entertaining display for the other two lasses.
Anita huffed, "I never…guessed…you were…so good…with a sword."
Tiffany replied, "Almost as good as I am in bed, eh, wench?"
With that, Tiffany stumbled over a tree root, and fell on her face, dropping her sword. Anita approached Tiffany. "You’re making this too easy. Grab your sword and get up."
"Thank you," replied Tiffany. But instead of going for her sword, Tiffany grabbed Anita’s foot and thrust it upwards with all her might. As Anita’s foot flew into the air, she fell down hard on her back, completely knocking the wind out of her.
Tiffany quickly recovered her sword and approached Anita, who lay helplessly gasping for breath, her ample breasts heaving provocatively. With an evil sounding laugh, Tiffany easily plunged her blade between the throbbing mounds, neatly pinning the girl to the ground.
"Well done, Tiffany!" Shannon congratulated her. "Certainly, no one will ever accuse you of having scruples. But none of your deviousness will protect you from the cold steel of my dagger plunging into that hot body of yours."
Tiffany and Shannon drew straws for the first throw. Shannon won. However, the wine must have finally gotten to Shannon, for her dagger sang right by Tiffany’s elbow. Then as Shannon stood in place, a drop of perspiration trickled down one of her plump breasts before disappearing into the white cotton blouse.
"You’re sweating, Shannon," the sharp eyed Tiffany remarked.
"It’s from the heat, not from fear," Shannon indignantly replied, and thrust her shapely bust out in a bold display of bravado. "Take your shot, wench."
Tiffany threw her long thin blade with such velocity that it became briefly invisible, reappearing firmly buried in between Shannon’s pert, outthrust breasts. This was better than Red could have dreamt. Now I will be able to skewer that conceited tart personally, she thought, relishing the image of her lover’s eminent demise.
As Red and Tiffany took their positions, crossbows loaded and ready, Red said, "As your commanding officer, I’m going to insist that you take the first shot."
Tiffany replied "Yes, an opportunity I shall not hesitate to take advantage of." Taking aim at Red’s luscious form standing proud and tall, bright red hair gleaming in the sun, Tiffany was struck anew by the woman’s beauty. "You are so gorgeous, Red. As much as I shall savor the experience of burying this bolt between those big beautiful breasts, I shall certainly miss fondling them on cold dank nights."
Genuinely flattered, Red had a sudden change of heart, and wished to spare the life of her unfaithful lover. "I beseech you, Tiffany. Let us cease this nonsense. We can share this treasure as equals and lovers. We can retire to some quiet fishing village and take simple delight in one another’s companionship."
"I’m afraid the quiet life is not for me, Red. It’s variety that I crave, and I fear that I shall never find it perpetually under the thumb of a jealous pirate captain. And furthermore, I am just one easy kill away from being one of the richest women in the entire New World." With that, Tiffany’s bolt sang.
Red felt a sharp sting as the bolt tore a small piece of flesh from her arm. Tiffany lifted the contraption to gaze at it perplexedly, exposing her bare, firm waist. "How could I have missed …OHH!!"
Red’s bolt tore into Tiffany with such force that it disappeared into the girl’s torso, knocking her to the ground.
Red approached the dying girl. Tiffany remarked wearily, "I don’t know how I could have missed such an easy shot."
"Your aim was true," Red replied. "I adjusted the action on both crossbows so that the bolt would go inches to the right of whatever target it was aimed at, a fact you could have easily compensated for, had you but known. It didn’t matter which crossbow you chose. You never had a chance. None of you did."
"That’s got to be one of the most treacherous, ingenious, devious schemes I have ever … heard of… I … love it…"
"I thought you might."
Red was not sure that Tiffany heard this last bit, since the only response was a cold unblinking stare.
Till this very day, Bodie Island locals delight in regaling the visiting flatlanders with the tale of the bloodthirsty pirate ghosts that continue to guard Red’s treasure, re-enacting their drama every full moon, dying over and over again, each one still trying to win the treasure for herself.
Red, for her part, was happy with what she had accomplished. Moreover, she had become greatly aroused watching those luscious young maidens so zestfully impaling one another. The problem was she no longer had a bed partner with which to share her pent up passion. Oh, what to do! Oh, yes, there’s that new helmswoman with the cute button nose and impossibly pert breasts. I shall invite her to my cabin tonight, mused Red. We shall discuss her future career plans over a chilled bottle of vintage Cabernet.
Red congratulated herself as she made her way back to the ship. In a single day, she had been able to secret away her precious treasure as well as engineer the demise of three enemies and a possible rival.
And it was still early."
"Calico Red slumped back in her chair, deeply perplexed. She raised her smooth shapely legs, resting her shiny black boots on the gnarled wooden desk. Although it was late, she was still dressed in her captain’s uniform, a skimpy affair that differed from that of her crew only by the bright red scarf tied around her neck. She glanced over to admire the sleeping form of her current lover, Tiffany, the nipples of her creamy breasts buried in the white satin sheets, golden curls scattered over her naked back. Then she looked toward the foot of the bed at the source of her current problem, an enormous glittering chest filled to overflowing with gold, precious gems, jewelry and priceless valuables of all sorts
Well, Tiffany was a problem too, but she would think about that later.
So what to do with this huge unwieldy thing? Over several years of pirating, Red had accumulated this huge hoard and was counting on it to buy her way into the good life upon her retirement. The typical pirate life is dangerous and short, and Red was hoping to get out of it in a year or two, assuming she lived that long. And besides, she wouldn’t be able to cut such a dashing figure in this revealing outfit for too many more years, either.
To leave the chest where it was, on board a ship full of pirates was simply an invitation for plunder. Red hoped to take the enormously heavy chest ashore and bury it in some isolated spot. But there was no way she could do that unaided. She figured she would need about four crew members to help her lug it ashore and bury it. The girls chosen had to be counted on never to betray the hiding place, and never to claim the treasure for themselves. But there was no one aboard that she could trust that completely. After all, pirate girls will be pirate girls.
They would all simply have to die.
That matter being settled in her mind, she was left with two problems, who to choose and how to dispatch them. She pondered the former matter, wondering who in her crew would be the most profitable to dispose of.
She considered Shannon, a creamy skinned black haired beauty with a thick Irish accent. Red had noticed that Shannon would disappear by herself every time her crew would go ashore at the port of Bath for a little R & R. Red had Shannon followed, and found that she headed straight for the office of the local magistrate, who Red knew to be a crony of her arch-nemesis, Virginia’s Governor Shortwood. Red surmised that the lass was a spy, a paid informant. Red was sure Shannon had compromised the locations of their current hideouts, as well as where much of their booty was hidden. Shannon was definitely one that Red would do well to be rid of.
Then Red’s attention turned to Ekaterina, a tall slender Russian red head. Ekaterina had been wearing extravagant looking new jewelry, and had also been treating Sarah, her current lover, to some very expensive baubles. Being suspicious, Red had Ekaterina watched, and it soon became apparent that the Russian beauty was pilfering booty for herself, not turning it in to be counted and apportioned. Ekaterina was definitely one for the list.
Then Red’s mind turned towards her first mate, Anita, a fiery eyed olive skinned beauty they had picked up in the Caribbean. Anita had proved to be a very good seawoman, and quickly worked her way up to first mate. Anita showed that she could be counted on. Anita was a very capable leader. Anita would make a fine captain. Red could see it, and she was sure her girls could see it too. Anita definitely had to go.
And then there was Tiffany, sweet, sweet Tiffany. The cool busty blonde had the most skillful pairs of hands that Red had ever encountered. In bed that is. As a seawoman, Tiffany was only so-so. But recently Tiffany had been sneaking out of their cabin in the wee hours of the morning to share her favors with other members of the crew. And the treacherous fool didn’t think Red would know.
The list was complete. But then how to do away with these girls while minimizing the risk to herself? A story came to mind, Zarovna’s Birthday Party, an old story that Red had heard as a child. Hmmm… Yes, that would work. Mentally, Red completed her plan.
Feeling quite pleased with herself, Red was ready to play. She stripped off her uniform and slipped her luscious body into bed beside Tiffany. Red slid her hand underneath Tiffany’s breast and gently tweaked the girl’s nipple, trying to arouse her out of unconsciousness.
Without waking up, Tiffany pushed Red’s hand away and rolled over, turning her backside towards Red. So you’re tired, Red thought. I’ll bet you’re tired. While caressing the girl’s smooth valentine shaped rump, Red whispered in her ear, "You will cooperate if you don’t want your throat cut."
Tiffany rolled back around, sleepily propping herself on an elbow. "You just can’t get enough, can you?" she said, smirking smugly. "As you wish, lover."
Red lay languorously back, offering her full soft white bosom to the ravishing blonde. The girl grasped a bottle of English cream sherry that lay near and with her fingers dabbed a few drops of the sweet potion around each nipple. Tiffany sucked and licked at each delicious mound, teasing it with her tongue, commanding each to stand at full attention. At the same time, one hand reached down to expertly massage her partner’s red love patch.
As Tiffany worked her magic on Red’s body, Red felt herself relax, moaning helplessly, gradually being enveloped by a delicious climax. Yes, I’m really going to miss you, Tiffany, she thought to herself.
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The next morning, Red called the four lasses into her cabin for a meeting.
Standing side by side, the barely clothed vixens presented an awesome spectacle of female beauty. They were wearing their standard pirate uniform consisting of black leather boots, low slung short black skirt, and a white cotton halter blouse that hung off the shoulders, custom fit to show each girl’s cleavage to the best advantage. This scanty outfit was accessorize by swords, scabbards, pistols and whatever other weapons the girls chose to carry.
"I need your help for something very important to me. I need to hide and bury my precious treasure, and I cannot do it on my own. The treasure is too large and too heavy. This afternoon we will set ashore on Bodie Island and find a spot to bury it."
She continued, "Obviously, keeping the secret of my treasure’s location is a great responsibility. I’ve chosen you four because out of all my crew, you are the ones that I consider to be the most trustworthy," saying this with a perfectly straight face. The girls smiled at the undue flattery. "Meet me here in two hours and we will be off." The girls left the cabin, smiling knowingly at one another. Red knew full well that the girls were going to plot her demise.
But that’s just what Red was counting on.
---------
It was a warm sunny day. The girls had little trouble negotiating the huge chest to shore in a large longboat. Red’s four helpers carried the chest, and Red carried a large cask of vintage chardonnay, intending to keep her girls refreshed and in a good mood. After a few minutes they came to the spot in the forest that Red had in mind. Shortly, the chest was buried deep in the ground, and Red’s girls were resting on some fallen tree logs, treating themselves to the excellent wine.
After a brief period of rest, Red stood and spoke, "I offer my deepest appreciation for a job well done. Each of you has earned my heartfelt debt of gratitude. Now let’s be off."
Anita raised her pistol and cocked it at the captain’s bare midriff. "Please have a seat, Captain. The rest of us are not quite ready to go." With her free hand, Anita took another swig from her bottle of chardonnay.
Tiffany then spoke, "You see, Captain, we’ve been discussing the matter among ourselves, and none of us believes for an instant that you would allow us to live, trusting us with the precious secret of this hiding place. We don’t yet know how or when you plan to rid yourself of us, but we know it’s coming." Shannon and Ekaterina began to finger their daggers.
"Yes, Captain," spoke Anita, "what say you? I could plant this pistol slug right between those big beautiful breasts of yours and there’s nothing you could do about it."
Red arched her back to teasingly display her impressive cleavage. She purred, "Yes, you could plant that pistol slug right between my big beautiful breasts, but I don’t think you will. Being what we are, I know that each of us pirate girls would love having this delicious prize to ourselves, without having to share it with the others. That pretty much puts us all in the same boat, doesn’t it?" The four lasses began to eye one another suspiciously. "How long do you think it will be before you four begin sneaking into one another’s quarters late at night to slit each other’s throats?"
Red continued, "And what’s more, there are additional reasons that each of you have for wanting to do away with the others. Ekaterina here has been filching much more than her fair share of booty, hoarding it for herself." Ekaterina’s eyes flared indignantly, but she said nothing.
"And Shannon here is a spy who has been selling our secrets to the dreaded Governor Shortwood." Shannon’s eyes guiltily dropped to the ground.
"And my good friend Tiffany has been sleeping with just about any crew member that would have her."
"You unfaithful slut!" Anita exclaimed. "You told me I was the only person you truly cared about!" Then addressing Red, "So what supposed infraction am I guilty of, Captain?"
"Nothing. In fact, you are an excellent and capable leader. That’s exactly why I must get rid of you."
Anita opened her mouth as if to say something, but the poor girl was speechless.
The girls looked confused. The correct course of action, which before seemed crystal clear, now seemed a hopeless muddle.
As the girls attempted to puzzle this out, Red broke the silence, "Quite a conundrum this is!" (Red was not sure exactly what a conundrum was, but felt certain that it applied to the current situation.) "However, I have a proposition that will neatly solve this. I suggest a tournament. The first two matches using pistols and swords, then the survivors with daggers, and that survivor shall be my opponent, the final match being decided with crossbows."
Shannon’s eyes brightened. "What delicious fun!"
Tiffany added "I can think of no more pleasant way to spend this beautiful afternoon than skewering the scantily clad forms of you luscious maidens!", a gleeful grin spreading across her face.
Anita put in, "A brilliant idea, Captain! I greatly look forward to seeing that treacherous tart, Tiffany, impaled on the end of my sword!"
Ekaterina exclaimed, "I want to be in the pistol match! Which of you gorgeous girls wish to feel my hot pistol lead pumped into her belly?"
The four pirate girls were gleefully excited. Calico Red had judged her girls well. Being a vain conceited lot, each of them considered herself to be by far the superior combatant, especially with all the wine that was flowing through their blood, and they were now merrily anticipating the contest at hand.
The lasses found a grassy clearing nearby. Shannon and Ekaterina were the first pair to duel. They took their positions, and cocked their pistols.
"I insist that you take the first shot," Ekaterina challenged, thrusting her impressive, barely covered bosom out at Shannon. "I am by far the better shot, and you have had by far too much wine."
"We shall see," replied Shannon. She lifted her pistol and fired.
Ekaterina briefly inspected the small bright red puncture in the center of her bare torso. "I trust that none of you shall hold it against me, having to leave just as the fun is starting!" With that the lifeless form of the lovely young Russian dropped to the ground.
Anita and Tiffany were both expert swordswomen and put on a wonderfully entertaining display for the other two lasses.
Anita huffed, "I never…guessed…you were…so good…with a sword."
Tiffany replied, "Almost as good as I am in bed, eh, wench?"
With that, Tiffany stumbled over a tree root, and fell on her face, dropping her sword. Anita approached Tiffany. "You’re making this too easy. Grab your sword and get up."
"Thank you," replied Tiffany. But instead of going for her sword, Tiffany grabbed Anita’s foot and thrust it upwards with all her might. As Anita’s foot flew into the air, she fell down hard on her back, completely knocking the wind out of her.
Tiffany quickly recovered her sword and approached Anita, who lay helplessly gasping for breath, her ample breasts heaving provocatively. With an evil sounding laugh, Tiffany easily plunged her blade between the throbbing mounds, neatly pinning the girl to the ground.
"Well done, Tiffany!" Shannon congratulated her. "Certainly, no one will ever accuse you of having scruples. But none of your deviousness will protect you from the cold steel of my dagger plunging into that hot body of yours."
Tiffany and Shannon drew straws for the first throw. Shannon won. However, the wine must have finally gotten to Shannon, for her dagger sang right by Tiffany’s elbow. Then as Shannon stood in place, a drop of perspiration trickled down one of her plump breasts before disappearing into the white cotton blouse.
"You’re sweating, Shannon," the sharp eyed Tiffany remarked.
"It’s from the heat, not from fear," Shannon indignantly replied, and thrust her shapely bust out in a bold display of bravado. "Take your shot, wench."
Tiffany threw her long thin blade with such velocity that it became briefly invisible, reappearing firmly buried in between Shannon’s pert, outthrust breasts. This was better than Red could have dreamt. Now I will be able to skewer that conceited tart personally, she thought, relishing the image of her lover’s eminent demise.
As Red and Tiffany took their positions, crossbows loaded and ready, Red said, "As your commanding officer, I’m going to insist that you take the first shot."
Tiffany replied "Yes, an opportunity I shall not hesitate to take advantage of." Taking aim at Red’s luscious form standing proud and tall, bright red hair gleaming in the sun, Tiffany was struck anew by the woman’s beauty. "You are so gorgeous, Red. As much as I shall savor the experience of burying this bolt between those big beautiful breasts, I shall certainly miss fondling them on cold dank nights."
Genuinely flattered, Red had a sudden change of heart, and wished to spare the life of her unfaithful lover. "I beseech you, Tiffany. Let us cease this nonsense. We can share this treasure as equals and lovers. We can retire to some quiet fishing village and take simple delight in one another’s companionship."
"I’m afraid the quiet life is not for me, Red. It’s variety that I crave, and I fear that I shall never find it perpetually under the thumb of a jealous pirate captain. And furthermore, I am just one easy kill away from being one of the richest women in the entire New World." With that, Tiffany’s bolt sang.
Red felt a sharp sting as the bolt tore a small piece of flesh from her arm. Tiffany lifted the contraption to gaze at it perplexedly, exposing her bare, firm waist. "How could I have missed …OHH!!"
Red’s bolt tore into Tiffany with such force that it disappeared into the girl’s torso, knocking her to the ground.
Red approached the dying girl. Tiffany remarked wearily, "I don’t know how I could have missed such an easy shot."
"Your aim was true," Red replied. "I adjusted the action on both crossbows so that the bolt would go inches to the right of whatever target it was aimed at, a fact you could have easily compensated for, had you but known. It didn’t matter which crossbow you chose. You never had a chance. None of you did."
"That’s got to be one of the most treacherous, ingenious, devious schemes I have ever … heard of… I … love it…"
"I thought you might."
Red was not sure that Tiffany heard this last bit, since the only response was a cold unblinking stare.
Till this very day, Bodie Island locals delight in regaling the visiting flatlanders with the tale of the bloodthirsty pirate ghosts that continue to guard Red’s treasure, re-enacting their drama every full moon, dying over and over again, each one still trying to win the treasure for herself.
Red, for her part, was happy with what she had accomplished. Moreover, she had become greatly aroused watching those luscious young maidens so zestfully impaling one another. The problem was she no longer had a bed partner with which to share her pent up passion. Oh, what to do! Oh, yes, there’s that new helmswoman with the cute button nose and impossibly pert breasts. I shall invite her to my cabin tonight, mused Red. We shall discuss her future career plans over a chilled bottle of vintage Cabernet.
Red congratulated herself as she made her way back to the ship. In a single day, she had been able to secret away her precious treasure as well as engineer the demise of three enemies and a possible rival.
And it was still early."
