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Corsets and Cutlasses, Part II: Captured
In which Marcus, now Madeline, loses Elizabeth, and is found by his
enemies. Captured, what will be the consequences if the pirates
discover his true sex?
Author's note. This is the second part in the swashbuckling tale
called Corsets and Cutlasses. Thanks so much for the feedback on
the first episode of this story, and many apologies that this
second episode has been so long coming.
I designated that tale 'SIBC', but I have been delighted with the
reception that was received - as well as much encouragement to
continue, the tale even inspired Beverley Taff to write a whole
series of tales using these characters. Those stories can be found
on this site under the title "Sailors in Silk", and the prolific
Beverley has already added 6 excellent new chapters. I highly
recommend you check them out, for a different take on what might
have happened to Madeline and Elizabeth after the events recounted
in Part one of my story.
I should note that the historical side of things is not my forte,
and I make no apologies for the liberties I've taken with
historical details, the clothing and fashions of the time, or the
minutia of shipboard life etc. This is a 'tranny adventure' tale,
and the emphasis is on letting the tranny side of things flourish
wherever I can. If you want real history, go read a history book :)
WARNING: As well as sexual content, this episode contains bad
language and some descriptions of violence - hey they are pirates
remember. To offset any worries you have, I can assure you that no
animals were hurt in the writing of this tale.
Corsets and Cutlasses, Part II: Captured
I. Marooned
I came to with a start, coughing salty water from my lungs, gasping
for air. I was semi-dazed, gradually allowing the vivid memory of
my nightmare to fade. In it I was being chased through underwater
caverns by sharks, relentless dark shadows that spoke to me and
cursed me and then took on the twisted shapes of Cameron the first
officer, the ugly pirate rapist I had stabbed through the throat,
my aunt and uncle roaring their displeasure and banishing us. Us.
Me and -
"Elizabeth!" I screamed out, sitting up suddenly, aware of my
surroundings for the first time. I had been lying in several inches
of water, on soft sand in a rockpool. The gentle sound of waves
lapping to and fro around me failed to sooth my throbbing head,
which felt as though I had been using the nearby rocks as a pillow.
Still dazed, I looked around me, slowly taking it in. Elizabeth was
not there.
I reached up to touch the side of my head gently. A sharp pain
needled from a tender spot on my forehead, but when I examined my
fingers there was no blood. I allowed myself to look down at my
bedraggled appearance - a bizarre outfit indeed, even without the
effects of however many hours adrift. My corset was still tightly
laced around my middle, and held my silk stockings midway up my
thigh. The stockings were almost transparent in their socking wet
state, as were my French style knickers, clinging to the curves of
my shaven abdomen and ass. I was aware of my maleness encased
within the slick material, outlined and almost visible. My face
flushed suddenly as the sensations washed over me.
The suede calf-length boots still with me, and were uncomfortably
tight as I clambered to my feet - they must have shrunk in the
water, I thought. I had lost my jerkin; I vaguely remembered
shedding it as I struggled to stay afloat in the rolling ocean,
what seemed like days ago now.
My pool was surrounded by rocks higher than I was tall; I had
somehow managed to float right inside a small, semi circular inlet,
with an opening to the beach a little behind where I had lain,
judging by the sound of the waves. I tottered a little unsteadily
over the sand, toward the beach; I had better start looking for
Elizabeth sometime, and staying here was not going to improve
things any.
As I rounded the last tall rocky outcrop I saw the beautiful blue
ocean, stretching away from several hundred yards of crisp white
sands. High cliffs surrounded the beach - it looked to be
inaccessible from any place but the ocean. I could see green
foliage hanging over the top of the cliffs, some hundred feet above
me.
Advancing further onto the beach, my awe at the sheer beauty of the
spot rapidly gave way to a knot of icy fear clenching at my stomach
and causing me to gasp out loud.
In the bay, not half a mile from the shore, stood the pirate
vessel, at anchor. But terrible though that was, my horror stemmed
from the small boat that approached the beach, two hunched figures
over the oars, facing away from me. The two pirates would be
landing within minutes!
II. Company
My discovery was inevitable, given that there was no way off the
beach, but in desperation I hoped that I might somehow be missed,
that the pirates would not discover the little hidden cranny into
which I had been deposited.
It was a vain hope. In only a matter of minutes the two men found
the entrance to the secluded rock pool, and though I made an
attempt to hide in the shadow of a taller rock and make my escape
to the boat, the pirates did not approach foolishly enough for
that. The first one, an ugly bearded, portly brute older than I
imagined possible for a pirate, failed to spot me on his way into
the rock pool, but the second had hung back, neatly scooping me off
my feet as I tried to flit past.
I kicked out with my legs, but this just got me dumped
unceremoniously on my ass in the sand, the wind knocked from me. I
gulped air, cursing the tight lacing of my corset. A jagged bark of
a laugh cut through the air, as the two men loomed over me.
"We find the little minx!" crowed the old one, leering down at me,
then back at his companion. "Praise Lucifer that it was us!!!" The
fat old man had an array of scars across the twisted features of
his face, marking his obvious long time in the 'trade'; I was
getting used to the twisted puckered skin and wicked gouges that
adorned these evil men.
But the second pirate was a surprise. His skin was smooth,
unmarked, and he looked bronzed and healthy. I quickly dismissed
the idea that he was new or green, because his eyes told me his age
was greater than his smooth features suggested. They were deep
eyes, dangerous eyes, and they regarded me carefully, intently.
He affected no interest in me as the second pirate turned to him;
clearly, despite the mismatch in age and scarring, the younger,
neater man was in charge.
"We can do her first Slick, yes? We found her, nobody needs to know
we dipped her first" he looked desperately at the younger man. "Of
course you first Slick, of course, but leave her well enough to at
least wriggle under me?"
The younger, dangerous man towered over the ugly pirate, and
appeared to just glance at me briefly. But his eyes flashed with
something I did not like. Recognition? Had he read my secret from
just that glance? Surely he could not have?
"Let's take a closer look, Thomas", he said calmly, though his eyes
told me his mind was racing, "and if you're lucky maybe I'll even
let you have the honor, even though I know that she'll not be up to
much once you're through."
I was just recovering the ability to breath normally, as lay
listening to their exchange with mounting terror. The older one
licked his rough lips I his tongue yellowed and spotty, as he knelt
down by my side. Pushing my shoulder firmly back into the sand, he
put his calloused fingers on my belly, at the base of my corset.
His hand moved roughly, moving down my abdomen, approaching my
nether regions.
Eyes wide in terror, I looked up at the other man, who looked
passively on, his face unreadable.
III. Discovered
Keeping me forced to the ground, and pinned so that my right arm
was useless, the ugly old man grabbed a handful of my bunched silky
undergarments. I could feel him adjusting his grip on the slippery
material, readying himself to pull hard.
I pushed upwards in vain, reaching with my other hand, knowing that
my discovery would be my death. My ordeal if I were a real girl
would be one thing, terrible and evil, but once they saw that I was
male there was no telling how much worse things might get.
And then it was done. I was unable to prevent him and the silk of
my knickers ripped easily under his fingers as he tore at my
panties. I was exposed to the world. I tried, again in vain, to
cover the evidence of my sex with my free hand, but modest in size
though my maleness was, there was no hiding it - my crotch was the
target of both men's intent gaze.
The silence that greeted the evidence in front of their eyes hung
in the air between us all. My face flushed red in a mixture of fear
and embarrassment. I was dead now, for sure.
"What the fuck?" the old pirate cursed, rocking back on his
haunches, "what the fuck? She's got a frigging cock."
"How very observant, Thom", said the younger pirate evenly, "you
don't miss a thing, do you?" His eyes regarded me coolly, and
again, there was an additional icy grip as I saw him calculating
within. He had been surprised, that was for sure, and despite my
terror, in a moment of clarity I realized that the recognition
before must have come from something else. He was not expecting
this, but his darting intent look told me he was adjusting rapidly.
"Fuck it, Slick, but look at him" cursed Thom again, "you'd never
think it," he shifted on his heels. "Little fucker" he glared at
me.
There was a silence, my face continued to feel flushed, and my eyes
were searching the face of the one called Slick for a clue about
what might be my fate.
"Curse the devil but I wanted some, before I knew this," Thom
continued, leering at me, "there's something wicked cruel about
that no? A crying waste of a chance." He continued to stare at me,
his eyes searching.
He seemed at one moment fixed on my groin, then searched
uncomprehendingly at the evidence that told him he was dealing with
a pretty, lingerie-clad, fuckable girl. But they did not stay on my
face for long. His eyes were quickly drawn back to my exposed cock,
nestling in what remained of my French knickers. "God but what a
waste", he finished, lamely.
But he had not taken his eyes off me - off my pretty features - my
ambiguity. Smooth creamy skin and silk stockings; my hourglass form
shaped by my tightly laced corset. My delicate features still
adorned with the remnants of Elizabeth's cosmetics giving me a
waif-like vulnerable feminine charm. And then the stark maleness
that nestled between by legs, giving the lie to everything else.
The old pirate stared, the churning wheels of his slow thought
processes etched in the concentration in his face.
With terror it began to dawn on me that he was filling a gap with
this idle talk, mentally preparing himself for the next step. I
could see that the front of his rough cloth breeches stood out
noticeably, and I was not foolish enough to think it was merely the
folding of the material. He was building up to the idea of doing me
anyway.
Or maybe he knew all along, and was just deciding how he might
address it with his comrade. The younger man just stood still,
looking down at me. A slight smile touched his lips, but not his
eyes. His calculations must have been complete, and though I felt
the more immediate threat that the disgusting old pirate presented,
the silent tall pirate was the one to really fear.
"I dunno Slick, but I can't leave my pole unattended too, like.
What say we turn him over, have our fun? Slit his throat after, and
leave him here, nobody any the wiser?" The older man was making his
play. "He looks enough of a girl - from behind it'll be good enough
for me." His rough laugh had a nervous edge.
He looked earnestly at the younger man, clearly a little scared. It
was obviously a risk, but he was driven - the bulge in the front of
his breeches even larger now. I was still frozen in fear, my eyes
flitting back and forth between them.
The young man snorted, "as if you'd really have done her in her
cunt if it had been a girl." He laughed, "you've not filled a tight
ass with your meat since little Bobby Hobble went overboard, have
you?"
"What the fuck are you saying?" The old man Thom's coarse voice
raised an octave in anger.
"Save it Thom, everyone knows you're a shit stabber, and we know
you were the man to put Bobby over the side, too." Slick's voice
was matter of fact, "did he finally rebel at the smell of your
breath blowing in his face as you were porking him? Or did you do
him so often his hole got too slack?"
The old man rose quickly, scarred face becoming redder, emphasizing
even more his jagged white markings. "You'll pay for that."
The younger man's knife was out before the old man was on his feet.
I was uncertain even if I has seen where it was drawn from. This
Slick was dangerous indeed.
"Pay for it Thom? Don't make me laugh. Why do you think we called
him Bobby Hobble?" The man Slick did not even assume a fighting
stance; his voice enough stopped the older man in his tracks.
"You're more of a fool than you are a pervert if you think you
stand a chance against me.
The older man's face remained red and puffed, but he made no
further move.
"And do you think the others don't know?" Slick snorted another
laugh. I'm sure you'd have done young Sky too if he weren't the
captain's son, and if Bobby had been remotely useful in the
rigging, you'd have paid for it, but nobody really cared enough for
the lad."
The old man just stood there, silent, breathing gradually becoming
even and calm again. "It's a long time at sea is all," he muttered,
lamely.
"Well there's some as can wait till we get back to port," replied
Slick evenly, "and we both know there's boys to be had in the
brothels, just as there's girls, so keep telling yourself stories
if that's easier."
Thom was silent again.
"But what do I care?" Slick went on. "It's no skin off my dick. If
this little girly-boy is not too much like a real woman for you -
feel free to wet your wick in his ass like you want to".
Slick indicated Thom's protruding breeches with a flick of his
knife. "But come any closer to me and I'll cut it off for you
before cutting your throat. And if you're lucky I'll cut your
throat right away."
Then he indicated toward me with the knife, "that way you won't
have to feel less of a man than this little slip of a thing".
The old pirate called Thom looked at the younger man, but couldn't
meet his eye. He looked down at me, and I could see the shame of
his desire, as well as his hunger. His erection was still visible
in his breeches.
"I'll have me a smoke," said Slick, pulling a pouch from his belt.
"Much as the idea of seeing the little shit pay for killing two
good men on the ship appeals to me, I think that actually watching
him squirm on your dick will be too much for my stomach. I'm sure
that looking the way he does he's no stranger to cock, but I
imagine having your crotch-rotten meat stick in him will be quite
some final experience for the boy. Make sure you cut his throat
after." He turned on his heel and was gone.
IV. Out of the frying pan
The old sailor Thom regarded his comrade as he disappeared onto the
beach. I was still prone in the sand, lying nearby the shallow pool
in which I'd come round. I could breath normally now, but my body
was becoming painfully aware of the ordeal it had already suffered.
Bruises, aches and pains impinged on my senses. I must have
suffered them during the fight on the ship and my plunge with
Elizabeth into the shocking chill of the ocean.
I was in no state to fight, even if I had a weapon. A visceral fear
gripped my insides as Thom turned his vicious leer on me. If he had
had any doubts or any shame at the widespread knowledge about his
predilection among his shipmates it was clearly gone now. Perhaps
is was masked by the anticipation of satisfying his desires. From
somewhere he had produced a short curved knife, and all I could
manage was to scrabble painfully backwards away from his deliberate
advance, disgust shooting through me as he reached with his free
hand to unfasten his belt.
"Well here we are my pretty," his voice was as jagged as the scars
on his face, "nowhere to hide now."
He was right, I had backed up into the pool as far as I could go,
only vaguely aware of the splashing my struggle was causing in the
shallow water. I felt the hard solid rock pushing into my back.
His rough stained breeches fell to the ground, and taking a couple
of hobbled steps into the pool, he lurched forwards onto his knees
beside me, still keeping the wicked looking knife to hand. He wore
nothing under the rough cloth of his garment, and his ugly stiff
cock protruded from his groin - swollen and purple. What it lacked
in length, it made up for in girth - it must have been at least
twice the circumference of my own, and the thought of him
assaulting me with it - penetrating my intimate regions - almost
made me retch.
He put the cold steel of the blade next to my quivering neck,
pushing hard enough to make me feel I was already cut, and leaned
in closely, his rancid breath hot on my face.
"You can make this easy on yourself or hard," he hissed into my
face, "your choice, you perverted little cocksucker."
I shied away, trying to turn my face away from the putrid smell,
but his gnarled hand caught my head in a vice-like grip, twisting
my neck back around until his nose was just an inch from mine. I
felt the blade bite further into my neck.
"You are going to play nice, and then maybe I'll leave you with
your life." His words gripped at my stomach. "If you fight it I'll
cut you up first - you'd be surprised how a little blood loss will
increase your enthusiasm."
Keeping the knife pressed against my throat, he maneuvered to
straddle me across my middle. His thick stubby member jutted from
his groin and now stood between the small neat breasts pushed into
existence by my tight corset. His cock glistened with a sticky
substance that I was not entirely sure was due to his aroused
state. I twisted from his grip and retched into the pool by my
side, seawater and bile dribbling from my mouth as I heaved four or
five times.
"You disgusting piece of shit" screeched the pirate, pulling back
from me, "you had better hope that didn't touch me."
"Worried that it will improve the smell?" I gasped, before he
gripped me again and brought the knife back.
"I should cut your tongue out for that," he retorted, grabbing my
wrist in his rough hand, "but you are going to need it, so that'll
have to wait". He pulled my hand into his groin, putting it on his
rigid column of flesh. "You'd better start making me feel good,
bitch".
This was enough. I braced myself to act. "You're going kill me
anyway, you disgusting bastard, so what do I have to gain?" With
those words, I grabbed at his crotch with my long, slender,
nail-tipped fingers, securing a tight grip on his hairy ball sac
and one of the heavy testicles within.
"You little whore," his eyes widened, but his reactions were slow.
"This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me," I said, and
ripped my arm away as hard as I could, twisting to get from beneath
the weighty brute. I felt skin resisting and then ripping in my
grip, the hot wetness of blood on my hand and arm. The gut-curdling
scream emitted by the pirate was so loud and intense it stunned me.
I thrashed as best I could under his weight, trying to escape.
It was a desperate gesture, and no more than a token, but since
Marcus had been replaced by Madeline I had steel inside me - I had
discovered a self that I could finally be proud of. I had at least
found myself before the end of my short life. The other pirate
would surely kill me, even if I could incapacitate this one, but at
least I would go down fighting. Elizabeth would be proud.
Suddenly the weight was gone, and as I twisted away, free of the
encumbrance, splashing in the pool, I heard a sickening series of
thuds. Clawing seawater from my eyes, I finally made out two
figures near the back of the rockpool - the pirate called Slick was
one. He appeared to be slamming the other repeatedly into the
jagged rocks.
The older pirate was limp in Slick's grip, his face and head now a
bloody pulp - unrecognizable. Slick smashed his head one more time
into the rock for good measure, and then allowed the dead weight to
drop into the pool, which was now a dark cloudy red. Somehow, Slick
the younger pirate had intervened, but to what purpose?
V. Into the fire
Slick leaned down and rinsed his hands matter-of-factly in the
water, seemingly ignorant of my presence. I noticed the lean
muscles of his bronzed, body - he was so much more a man than I,
with my smooth creamy limbs. Shaking the water from his hands, he
finally appeared to notice me.
"Got some fight in you after all then," he commented, absently, the
slight smile curving his mouth once again. I did not like that
smile. "Thought you were just going to let the old pervert have his
way with you."
"Why did you help me?" I asked, meeting his eyes. They were deep
eyes - I noticed for the first time that they were a cold
blue-gray.
"Don't get any mushy ideas sweetheart - your creepy appearance does
nothing for me, but you might just represent an opportunity that is
too precious to squander. Now get up." He reached and offered me a
hand.
I held out my hand, which he took in his strong grip and hauled me
to my feet. I was suddenly acutely conscious of my semi-nakedness,
my sodden clothes clinging to my slim body, outlining every detail.
The worst part was how my abdomen and private parts were exposed -
the pathetic rags that remained of my silk French knickers hanging
loosely from the tied waistband.
Slick untied a long sash that surrounded his middle, and handed it
to me. "Tie this around yourself to hide that properly." He
motioned to my crotch. "You're coming to meet the Captain, and
you're going to live much longer if you can keep your secret hidden
from him."
"What is going to become of me?" For the first time my predicament
really began to sink home, and I could feel the emotion welling up
within me, tears pricking the backs of my eyes".
"I'll tell you in the boat." He watched as I tied the long sash of
material around me, affecting a shockingly short and tight skirt.
What would Elizabeth say? She would no doubt have clucked
disapprovingly at the revealing garment, while but later regale me
with some tale of how she had worn some even more revealing item on
one of her escapades in Paris. The thought of my lost cousin sent
my emotions over the edge, and the tears began to flow freely down
my cheeks.
Slick took my tears to be at my predicament. "I'd save those in
case you can't persuade the Captain you're a real girl," he spoke
in a clipped tone, "he's not a forgiving man".
Seeing that I had finished adjusting the sash, he grabbed me by the
upper arm, and steered me toward the beach and the small boat.
"Come on, it's time to come aboard the ship." He paused, as the
sleek lines of the ship came into view.
His voice became quiet, even reverent. "Behold The Raven", he said.
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