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Sailors in Silk, Chapter 6B - By: Beverly Taff
(With Acknowledgements to Cleo Marie, UK.)
Character List.
Madeline. Myself.
Elizabeth. My lesbian companion.
Azure Our erstwhile Moorish Medicine woman.
Najanga African Princess (Rescued Slave).
Ongola Rescued African Slave
Obengi " " "
Axetl Amazonian female shaman
Trysta Rescued Cornish Bondswoman
Sally Rescued African slave, Trysta's companion
N.B. 'Tipping the velvet' is an old Georgian/Victorian expression for
lesbian oral sex. Sapphic is an old Georgian word for a lesbian. (Well
that's what I've been advised and it seems to make sense based on the old
Greek word Sapphos.
Chapter 6B.
Once in Azure's apothecary away from the noise of timber being faired and
prepared to repair the Spanish schooner, Azure described some of the
additional drugs and learning she had acquired on the second voyage to the
Amazon Jungle.
"Some of this stuff is amazing Madeline, if you think you have changed,
wait until you see what some of these herbs and plants can do."
I sniffed the drugs and was about to taste one when Axetl gently
restrained my hand.
"Not that, Miss Madeleen, that one send you loco. It make you weak and
stupid."
I turned to Azure as Axetl replaced the stopper to the bottle and put it
back into the locked chest.
"What is it?" I asked Azure.
"It's some sort of narcoleptic leaf that the Indians turn into a paste.
They use it to reduce any captured maidens into obedient partners when
they need to bring fresh blood into the tribe. It's a powerful
hallucinogenic that leaves the user, confused and disorientated for
months.
Once the girls become pregnant, they accept their condition and are no
longer administered the drug. The tribal customs of the jungle dwellers
believe that the seed growing within them makes them permanent members of
that tribe. It's a way of introducing new blood into the tribe otherwise
they become inbred."
"So how does it help us?" I asked.
"It affects men as well. It makes them compliant and obedient whilst
weakening their will to resist. The forest Indians trade it right across
the great jungle to the people of the high mountains in the west.
Apparently, the people of the mountains still make human sacrifices and
this drug makes the victims compliant and peaceful. The mountain peoples
trade gold to the jungle Indians for the herbs."
"Human sacrifices. Ugh! We don't need that sort of punishment," I
objected.
"No of course not," reassured Azure, "but we need to make these pirates
weak and compliant. If they are given the drug for long enough, it rots
their brains. It makes them permanently weak-willed and a bit simple. Not
too simple though. They have to function as useful sissy slaves. The
Indians, use it to make slaves of their male captives. We can turn these
pirates into our slaves."
"So it's a sort of hypnotic herb then," I finished.
"Exactly," grinned Azure, "though it's a bit more powerful than most. We
can try it on one or two of the most obstinate prisoners and see how it
works."
"Well we can try it on that butcher who beat Trysta first," I suggested,
"It will be a pleasure to see that monster brought to account."
"So be it. But just for now, go and give him some ordinary porridge. It
will get him to trust you then we can hit him right between the eyes.
He won't suspect a thing."
"No sooner said than done," I agreed.
That lunchtime as everybody enjoyed a well-earned meal, I casually
offered the pirate prisoners some thick untreated gruel. The gang of
manacled thugs were suspicious at first but they were also starving.
Cautiously they tested the food and watched each other for any ill
effects. After seeing and feeling nothing they relaxed. This reduced their
suspicion that we might be poisoning them. After I had fed them lunch,
they had concluded I was not poisoning them. At supper they ate whatever
we gave them. After supper Trysta visited me in my
stateroom.
"Oi've been speaking to the Spanish passengers on the schooner."
"How on earth did you do that. The Spanish captain is terrified for the
safety of his passengers. He still has doubts about us."
"They'm not passengerrs! Captives is more loik," countered Trysta, "well
some of 'em anyway's!"
"Oh yes," I replied, "and what make's you say that?"
"They'm be high class Spanish ladies being transported to Venezuela."
I shrugged, not knowing what that inferred.
"So what? He's probably protecting their honour and virginity. You know,
respectable virgin brides for the garrison officers. It's a precious
cargo and he's got a lot of responsibility."
"No. I'ss not loik that ar'all! It's just like you and Madeline. They'm
a'bein sent to the Indies by their families cos' they'm like us! They'm
Sapphics, they'm tippers o' the velvet!"
"How did you find that out?" I squinted suspiciously.
"It's easy." Trysta grinned. "Oi deliberate like, tied up our little
schooner alon'side 'em. Then Oi 'ave to cross they'm deck every time I
come to see you an, Lizzabet. This gives me a chance to go a snoopin'
loik, each time I step across loik. Now, as Oi got back to my schooner
this mornin, Oi'm after takin' a nap see. This fightin' is 'ard work. Well
oi'm lying dozin' in moi li'le cabin late on like. The sun's crossed the
yardarm before I wakes. Now they Spaniard girls see; they'm a left they
cabin windows open cos it's hot of an afternoon loike. My cabin is'n
roight alon'side them but they'm not a realisin'. Oi can 'ear everythin
they'm a talkin' about!
Now when Oi wakes, there's all this gigglin' an' a tittering' goin' on,
see. I knows what Oi 'eard and it was'n no respectable ladies a-gossipin'
Oi leaned out of my window and peeped across. All six of 'em they was;
naked as'n newborns and busy with it. Tain't no needlework an' piano
soiree, Oi can tell ee. Tippin the velvet, they were and not a care to the
world. I was sorely tempted, I can
tell ee'!"
My ears pricked up at this and I decided to inquire further. If this was
true, then perhaps they could be persuaded to join us. This surely
required further investigations.
Of course, I was hampered clambering down onto the schooner in my wide
hooped gown and stiff corset so I suggested that Elizabeth pay the Spanish
captain a courtesy visit. Elizabeth's eyes lit up when she heard Trysta's
report. For modesty's sake she had been wearing a long skirt but she
deftly changed into her usual uniform of tight soft suede britches to
clamber down the ladder.
The manacled pirate prisoner's eyes greedily followed her progress but
they were securely shackled and posed no threat. All they could do was
stare at the voluptuous curves inside her skintight suede britches.
When she stepped onto the deck of the Spanish schooner the purser hurried
out to meet her and ushered towards the Captain's stateroom down aft. She
was gone for nearly an hour and I was beginning to get worried when she
reappeared with the biggest grin I had ever seen across her beautiful face
and clambered back on-board.
"So?" I inquired.
"You'll never guess!" she squealed as she dragged me urgently into our
stateroom.
"Well?" I pressed. "Don't keep me in suspense."
"It's the captain! He's also a turner, a crosser, a transvestite!"
"What!" I gasped.
"He's the same as you Madeline. He's a lover of the silks and satins."
"You're joking!"
"No. As sure as I'm standing here. There he was, bold as you may. The
purser knocked on the door then paused. He meant to close the door
immediately behind him but I followed too closely and blundered in behind
him quite innocently. It seems the purser knows about the captain's little
peccadillo. There was the captain writing a report all decked out in his
fine gown and wig. He looked up expecting to see only the purser but then
he saw me. He was stunned and just sat there shocked into immobility."
I smiled at Elizabeth's revelations and my mind raced as I considered
what opportunities this gave us.
"So you've been there over an hour. What transpired?"
"Well, I smiled and ignored his little peccadillo. He crimsoned with
embarrassment and made to leave for his stateroom for his private cabin
but I put him at his ease. I told him not to be embarrassed, after all,
were we not both of unusual persuasions and should we not both respect
each other's natures."
"Then what?" I demanded impatiently.
"Well both he and the purser sagged with relief. They had both thought I
was some sort of man hater who would blackmail them or worse, expose the
captain to his crew and the other passengers. I told them Sapphics were
positive people. I was a woman lover not a man hater and he calmed down."
"Go on."
"I asked about his women passengers and he revealed everything. It seems
Trysta is quite right. There are six young highborn Spanish Ladies in each
in the two after starboard cabins so that makes twelve in all. The
passengers on the other side are respectable officers wives traveling with
a Spanish colonel who was accompanying them to take over command of the
garrison. He will be an excellent witness to our honest enterprise when we
rescued them from the pirates.
Apparently the colonel put up a tremendous fight when the pirates
attacked and he is a brave honourable man. The respectable passengers know
nothing about the lesbian preferences of the other young ladies. They
deem them to be honest girls seeking husbands at the garrison.
Apparently each of the twelve young ladies had been caught in some sort
of onanistic sapphic compromise at home in Spain and their families was
shipping them out before the scandals broke. Their families are trying to
get them married off before any scandal destroys their matrimonial
prospects."
"So what do the girls feel about it?"
"Well, it's a bit worse than in England. The girls are hurt and angry but
the penalty for sapphism can be death if the church gets to hear about
their activities. Don't forget, not long ago, the inquisition was burning
witches at the stake. The girls are all terrified and compliant. They obey
the captain's rules implicitly and behave like good little Spanish ladies,
at least in public."
"Except then they are locked up in their cabins."
"They are not always locked. The captain is secretly sympathetic towards
them. He's a transvestite and knows what it's like to have to live a lie.
The young ladies are allowed to walk around and mingle with the othrt
respectable passengers when the ship is at sea. He only persuaded them to
hide when the pirates attacked his ship. All the women were hidden in the
after cabins and the Spanish crew were making a good fist of a fight.
That pirate brig was just too well armed and powerful. Trysta's arrival
was a Godsend for them."
"Have you spoken to the girls?"
"Yes. Once they learned about our enterprise, all of them were more than
keen to join us."
"But!"
"But they cannot see a way to get free. If the captain just releases
them, then the crew and the other passengers would get suspicious. He
might somehow be deemed to be in conspiracy if the girls just walk off and
join a lesbian crew of another ship."
"So they have to 'escape'," I finished.
"Somehow or other, yes," finished Elizabeth.
"Hmm. There isn't much time. The schooner's repairs will be completed by
tomorrow afternoon."
"Then it's tonight then."
"How?" I asked, sensing I already knew the reply.
"With Trysta's schooner. They can slip across between the cabin windows
and hide in Trysta's schooner. Trysta can then pretend there is an urgent
mission and sail away under cover of darkness."
And thus our plan was formed.
That same hour, we dispatched the fast nimble whaler towards the Island
on the pretext of garnishing what information we could. After dark, the
whaler returned with a prepared story about Trysta's old friends on the
island being in danger. Trysta pretended that there was no time to waste
and she made a big show of preparing to rescue her friends from the
island.
Of course, in the darkness, the Spanish lesbians had squirmed across the
narrow gap between their cabin window and Trysta's stateroom quarter
lanterns. As Trysta slipped her moorings, all twelve girls were safely
hidden in her stateroom.
In the morning the girls were reported missing along with one of the
gigs. It was decided that the girls must have stolen the gig during the
night and set off for the island. No reason could be found for their
lunatic escapade but our cutter and the Spanish schooner's whaler were
dispatched to search for them.
They returned empty handed and they presumed the tiny overloaded gig must
have capsized in the heavy surf that surrounded the western coast of the
island. The Spanish whaler had actually braved the surf and all but lost
itself. The crew had reluctantly accepted the Spanish Colonel's request to
search closer inland. At their first attempt to reach the beach, the well-
crewed whaler had almost broached and capsized in the huge tumbling surf.
After such a frightening experience, the colonel had concluded that
nobody could have penetrated the surf and the silly inexperienced young
ladies must all truly be drowned.
With hope gone it was deemed pointless to probe further inshore because
the surf was genuinely dangerous and they did not know what forces
remained upon the plantation.
Thus, the Spanish girls were presumed dead after having tried to reach
the island for reasons known only to them.
The captain made a show of a great concern when the whaler crews returned
empty handed. The ploy worked, and we knew that somewhere, behind the
island, Trysta's schooner was quietly waiting for the Spanish schooner to
complete repairs and resume it's journey. The captain had plenty of
witnesses including the honourable colonel to declare that the silly
misguided girls must have been desperate and foolish to risk such an
escapade.
We now returned to the issue of our pirate prisoners. The Spanish captain
secretly agreed that the Pirate Captain-cum-plantation owner knew too
much. He and his crew would have to remain in our care. We agreed to this
because Azure had demonstrated she could ensure the pirate's total
subservience.
Late that afternoon, the Spanish schooner was seaworthy again and we made
our farewells. The schooner resumed its passage to Venezuela and we set
about occupying the island that we knew to be only lightly protected.
Most of the slave overseers-cum- pirates were our prisoners.
In addition, we now had three trading ships although the captured brig
would require some considerable repair work.
That evening, we laced the pirate's suppers with Azure's drugs and within
minutes, all of them were comatose. Azure's treatment had begun.
On the third morning after the pirate attack, we rounded the island and
rendezvoused with Trysta who had already employed her local knowledge to
reconnoitre the island. Our task to take control of the Island was made
easy.
The appearance of a powerful ship to support the schooner and the further
evidence of their battered pirate brig in tow soon convinced the
remaining plantation criminals that the game was up. We showed them the
Spanish colonel's letter of gratitude and a copy the Spanish captain's
report and they realised there was no hope. Trysta was determined to have
her revenge but we managed to restrain her anger. Instead, the whole gang
were thrown into the punishment cells then fed on Azure's herbs.
Within a few weeks we had a willing gang of scatterbrained, silly,
girlish, subservient, obedient sissies. Needless to add, Azure had made
certain of their condition by exercising her Moorish skills with a sharp
knife. Whilst the pirates had been drugged unconscious, she had deftly
visited each evil criminal and substituted a pair of latex balls for their
natural balls inside each of their scrotums.
They woke a few weeks later with all the scars healed and the pain
subsided. They did not even know they were geldings and they little
realised that their hopes of ever pleasuring a lady were gone forever.
Their scrotums had all the sensation and natural appearance of genitals
but they could never get erect again unless drugged of course.
In addition to this emasculation, their skin became softer and their
muscles became weak and womanish. Their breasts grew steadily until after
six months, forty or more 'dumbed down' obedient servile sissies served
our new island base. The effects of Azure's drugs had become permanent and
with the removal of their testicles, there was now no hope of them ever
recovering their former masculinity.
For Trysta and Sally, the pleasure of having their former abuser now
serving their every need was the most satisfying revenge. As for the other
slaves and indentured bondsmen, we gave them each a share of the pirate
hoard and released them from their servitude. Each month, as our ship set
off to trade the islands, a small group of them would take passage aboard
and seek their fortunes as free men or women.
Many of them took positions as our agents for finding trade and business
in different ports. There they would organise cargoes to be traded
elsewhere. Within a year, the island was clear of all slaves and populated
only by our lesbian society served by the sissies. Our island soon became
the eighteenth century equivalent of a latter-day 'free-port'. We owed
allegiance to no country and we maintained a pirate free refuge for any
honest trading ship that sought protection from the roving wolves.
Indeed, the French, Spanish and British navies came to respect our
independence whilst seeming amused at our bizarre life style. We provided
an honest refuge for any ship seeking repairs provided they were not
engaged in illegal or military ventures. If the powers that be had any
objections to us, they did not express them by any act of aggression.
Indeed, they found our neutrality useful when negotiations were needed
during hostilities.
One regular trader of course, was our old friend the Spanish captain whom
we had rescued. He was now our main agent in Venezuela and doing very
nicely out of the honest trading. He liked nothing better than to visit
our island and indulge his cross-dressing.
Each time he visited, he quickly completed our mutual business then he
would make his excuses to get changed in private. As evening approached,
he would rejoin us and step out from his private offices beautifully
gowned and powdered. None of his crew ever recognised their captain as he
paraded incognito beneath his wig and heavy makeup.
Each evening, he would promenade with us up and down the main street
whilst accompanied by one of our bisexual lady citizens who had grown very
attached to his female side. Having been a transvestite all his life he
had never married but eventually he found one of our number to be a lady
to his liking. She, being bisexual, had found likewise.
Eventually they got married in a splendid ceremony on the island then she
lived and traveled with him always. When they visited us at the end of
every trading voyage, nobody would ever recognise him as the same person
whilst he paraded through the little town with his nubile young wife on
his lace frilled arm and their beautiful gowns swishing together.
I hardly saw a happier man and of course he didn't even stand out. Nearly
every group who promenaded up and down during the cool of the evening
comprised several lesbian couples each with an obedient, giggling servile
sissy servant in tow. Pleasantries and courtesies were exchanged as groups
met, chatted then moved on to finally all meet together in the main town
square as the restaurants opened for the evening.
By now our enterprise was a thriving port and we renamed the town
'Lesbos' after the mythical Greek island. It became a popular first
landing for vessels trading up from Africa or running down before the
trade winds from Europe. Slavers however, were not made welcome. Too many
of our citizens had cruel memories of
abuse.
After building up our little trading post to a busy thriving port,
Elizabeth and I decided to make a long passage to far Cathay and seek what
trading opportunities there were to be made there. Our island was now
virtually self-governing, comprising a simple meeting place where disputes
and grievances could be discussed and sorted.
As we made preparations for our great adventure, we discussed with each
of our agents what opportunities we should look for. We had accumulated
sufficient artifacts from the great European centres, to make trade in the
East. Davinia and Tomasina (Ex Timothy) were confident that they could
navigate the oceans and one of the sissified pirate mates had once
travelled with the Portuguese adventurers around Africa.
During our treatment to feminise the pirates, we had been very careful in
our drugging of this particular officer. We had to keep him mentally alert
whilst simultaneously making him servile and obedient. Fortunately he was
of a very slight build and with the onset of drug induced femininity, he
soon developed into a very pretty and delicate girly-boy. Even I could
have overpowered him and I was one of the smallest 'girls' on the island.
Additionally we had been exchanging and copying charts constantly with
other visitors and we now had a viable portfolio of charts to attempt the
voyage. Nevertheless, we all understood the severe restrictions that these
early charts suffered. Faulty positions and inaccurate directions were but
two of the traps for the unwary. Nevertheless, we felt that our own
seamanship coupled with these crude charts would eventually get us to far
Cathay.
After several months of preparation, we set sail. Our little fleet
comprised the good ship 'Damsel'; then next, Trysta's schooner now renamed
'Maid of Cornwall', and finally, a brace of largish cutters each suitably
'weathered' with a little cabin where the rotating crews could shelter
during their rostered days aboard. The cutters were also excellent
'training vessels' to enable every crewmember to practice and develop
their skills. Fortunately our passage would take us mainly
through tropical seas so there would be no seriously bad weather except
perhaps around the Cape of Good Hope. There was no way we would
countenance a passage around the dreaded 'Horn' followed by an endless
trek across the great Pacific wastes. Our route was to be across the
Indian Ocean.
Firstly we made our southing down the coast of Brazil and re-acquainted
ourselves with our erstwhile jungle friends. After spending time trading
with them, (and collecting some more crew), we set sail and picked up the
westerlies that sped us to Africa and the Cape of Good Hope.
Our first landfall proved to be the famous Table Mountain that the pirate
sissy readily recognised. She let out a girlish squeal of delight when she
recognised its unmistakable shape. We were pleased to discover a small
Portuguese trading post and we quickly traded some timber, gold and herbs
for their spectacular ivory.
The Portuguese were a little scandalised by our lifestyle but they had
little to contest our liberty. None of their warships was present when we
arrived and the Damsel outgunned even their crude shore fort. They were
grateful that we only wanted to trade and glad to exchange some of our
cargoes for ivory. We eventually departed on friendly terms and after also
having gathered several more young Portuguese ladies who shared our sexual
persuasions.
There was even one particularly pretty young boy who on learning of
Azure's skills, begged to join us. Our stay on the Cape proved lucrative
and we set forth to follow our way up to the famous Arab port of Zanzibar.
End of Chapter 6B - To Be Continued
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