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Pirates of Tickler’s Cove
Christine was awakened by a horrendous crash that knocked her out of her hammock. Then shouting and what sounded like cannon fire! She put on her slippers and robe and started out of her stateroom to the deck carrying a candle. As she neared the top of the stairs, she could hear man screaming and the sound of steel meeting steel. She heard a few pops, muskets she thought, and when she reached the top, the reality of the situation was driven home by a single word shouted by the first mate, “PIRATES!!!”
The captain was yelling “To arms! Repel boarders! Rep…” But his call was cut short as a sword suddenly sprouted from his chest. The wielder of this sword appeared behind the captain and roared, “Lay down your arms and ye may be spared, if’n Poseidon feels merciful.” The few ship hands which were armed quickly complied. Christine hurried back to her room and locked the door and blew out the candles. She could hear all the other passengers being rounded up on the aft of the main deck. This was supposed to be a short hop from the islands to the southern tip of Florida. From there a long ride to New Jersey where her late husband’s partner waited to buy out her share of the business. She was told it could be dangerous, but she had always been adventurous and strong willed. It was her idea to have her late husband put the business in her name. And now, though he lay buried, she stood to collect a modest fortune on which she could live quite comfortably for the rest of her days.
Suddenly the door burst open and in strode the pirate captain and his female first mate. He stood nearly six feet tall, with a broad chest and strong hands. Long dark hair framed a rather dashing face, adorned with a well groomed beard with braids in it. On a belt around his long blue topcoat he wore a flintcock and a long cutlass. And jutting out of his hat was a long stiff feather, red as blood. “Apologies, miss. But per’raps ye din’t hear the call. I’m quite sure ye din’t mean to stand up Captain Bloodfeather, and ‘is first mate, Lady Longfeather…”
Christine stood defiantly, hands on her hips, “I was sleeping, and heard no such call.”
“Oy, my love, looks like we’ve a sasser on our ‘ands…” The first mate was a short beauty, with strong features. This girl worked as hard as the men on that ship, no doubt. She was dressed like a native American Indian, with a short buckskin skirt slit almost to her hip and a buckskin vest that barely contained her. She had tattoos and wore three blood red feathers in a simple headband, facing down. She plucked one of these feathers and began stroking it…
Christine raised a hand near her face and nervously began twirling her long, auburn hair around her finger. Her robe fell open a bit, exposing her ample cleavage. Lady Longfeather, quick and nimble as a cat, drew her dagger and leaped behind Christine. She grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, placing her blade under Christine’s chin. “Now ‘old real still like, luv… I wouldn’t care to give you a new smile.” She said menacingly, and with an undertone of excitement. To Bloodfeather she said, “See ‘ere Cap’n… She has the mark! There on the curve of yon plump left breast!”
The hearty Captain drew close. A mix of rum, spice, and an odd kind of smoky odor, as well as the Captain’s presence, stirred something in her. He reached and pulled open the robe a little more and smiled as he studied her breast. She blushed fiercely. “Aye, I see it. A birthmark, black as coal, and in the shape of a feather.” Christine wondered why this birthmark should illicit such a response from this pair of ruthless buccaneers, but suddenly Lady Longfeather held a small vial under her nose and the world faded to black.
She awoke to find herself nude and strapped to what appeared to be a medieval rack. Her arms were stretched above her head, her ankles secured wide apart at the other end and a firm pillow under her lush bottom. She blushed even harder at the condition she discovered herself in, but the something in her switched on, and a defiant fire blazed in her eyes. She began to call out, demanding to be released. She looked about the room, as much as her bonds would allow. She saw that the room was largely empty, save for a small locked box hanging from a small net above and to the right of her head. She heard the click of a latch and Lady Longfeather soon stepped into view. In one hand, she held a straight razor, in the other a bowl of warm water with soap and a brush floating within.
“I see we’ve awakened form our little nap. Sorry dearie, but t’was necessary I’m afraid… As is this…” Lady Longfeather placed the bowl on the table next to Christine’s right hip. She held the razor up an inspected it in the light. Christine swallowed hard, eyeing that blade, and tensed up. “Fear not,” said Lady Lonfeather, “by the order of the Cap’n, no harm is to befall ye. But ye may consider keepin’ veerrrry still, lest ye lose somethin’ ye wish ta keep!” With that, she began to work the soap into a lather and then put the lather on the end of the brush. Suddenly, Christine felt the warm, moist bristles being applied to her pubic mound and all over her pussy. She squirmed as the bristles seemed to tickle her sensitive inner thighs, mound, and even her pussy lips and clit. She bit her lip hard, trying to shut out the feelings, trying to concentrate on the outrage of this indignity instead of the pleasure of another’s touch where she had not been touched in over two years. Then she realized what Lady Longfeather intended on doing to her. She felt the kiss of the razor as it cleaned the foam and hair off her mound. She gritted her teeth and grunted a little as Lady Longfeather dragged a finger up the length of her pussy lips in an effort to see clearly where she was working, and to tease her helpless captive a bit. “It appears she enjoys a nice shave, my love!”
“It does…” Christine snapped her head sharply to the left and was startled to see Captain Bloodfeather standing there enjoyng the show. Anger and embarrassment flashed across her face. His smile turned to a menacing scowl and he fixed his dark eyes on hers. “Understand this, ye be our prisoner, and we have a serious purpose for ye. Play nice and behave, ye’ll end up unharmed and with a fair amount of coin in your purse. Play naughty and ye’ll have naught but scars and a long swim when our work is through!” She saw the truth in his stare, but strangely she felt as though there was something trusting about him, and something familiar.
Lady Longfeather finished and admired her work for a moment. Then she began to move around the table to the side of her Captain and husband. As she passed by Christine’s bare feet, she pulled one of the feathers from her headband and dragged the blade edge across Christine’s right arch, then the left. Christine giggled aloud, despite herself, and the suspended box shuddered. Lady Longfeather said, “Seems as if our Tina is ticklish!”
Christine hadn’t been called Tina since she was a child. She regained her composure and said, “If I may ask, what purpose do I serve, and what is your interest in my birthmark?”
“Good questions both,” said the Captain, “and I’ll answer them with a tale of a famous pirate who went by the name of Blackfeather.” Tina had heard stories of the famous pirate. He had looted ships all up and down the coast of the colonies. He had supposedly hidden his loot on an island in an enchanted lair. There were rumors about it and how it could be acquired, but they all seemed ridiculous and in over 20 years since Blackfeather’s disappearance, no trace of treasure or even the island had been found.
“Blackfeather,” he continued, “was a gentlemanly cutthroat who, oddly enough, only took one bride. She was a she-pirate, and eldest member of a tribe of warrior women on an uncharted island. They sacked many a port and sank many a ship in their day, but she eventually developed a mild case of pregnancy. As her child was preparing to make entry into this world, they put into port in a little spot called Puerto Cosquillas. A girl child was born to them, but there were complications and Lady Blackfeather’s light passed to her daughter. Knowing the open seas were no place for a newborn and being a wanted man, Cap’n Blackfeather commanded one of his crew to stay behind and find a family to care for the babe. Some years after that I came aboard his ship as a cabin boy. Being an orphan, he took kindly to me and raised me as an apprentice, and heir. In my 18th year, he told me of his lost love and child. But he was old and he came down with Mermaid Fever. He gave me the map to his island, and instructed me in the only way to open the lair. It included finding his child, as only she holds the key. When he died, I inherited his ship, the Longfeather, and began my quest. I had to find the girl with the birthmark of a black feather, for which he took his pirate name.”
Understanding dawned on her face. She always knew that she was not a part of the family that raised her. A native island woman who claimed to be her aunt told her when she was 5 years old. She kept the secret and had never wondered who her true parents were, as her surrogate family treated her well. Unbeknownst to her, Captain Blackfeather had sent money and instructions to the family, informing them of who their charge was and what would happen should she be unhappy. The family, kind but poor before Blackfeather’s aid, happily agreed and flourished. And when she was old enough, she married a colonial man who had come to the town where she lived to establish a trade business. “But I still don’t understand how I can aid you. I have no possessions such as this enchanted key you mention.”
“My dear, the key is within ye. And the means of extraction will soon be clear, we should make landfall on Tickler’s Cove by daybreak! Get some rest, ye’ll be needin it!” Lady Longfeather undid Christine’s restraints and handed her some clothes, similar to her own. She then led her down a corridor to a small room with a hammock and helped Christine into it. Christine began to wonder about the key being ‘within’ her, and more importantly, ‘the means of extraction’! Soon, the rolling of the ship and moonlight coming through the porthole relaxed her into a deep and satisfying sleep.
A cry of ‘LAND HO’ and the noise of the dropping anchor chain startled Tina awake. Above deck, she could hear the footfalls of many making preparations to go to shore. Soon she hear the locks of her door opening and 2 warrior women, dressed similarly to Lay Longfeather, escorted her to a long rowboat that was being prepared to be lowered. Captain Bloodfeather and Lady Longfeather sat at the bow and 3 more warrior women manned the oars. There was a set of oars between the second and third woman, and Tina was instructed to sit there and row, like the others. With a steely look in her eyes that belied her fear, she took her place and when the boat was lowered, she rowed just as hard as the others.
When they reached the shore, the warrior women ushered Tina between the Captain and the Lady and they walked toward the tree line. They took a path that would have been invisible from the shore, but which led through the dense jungle to a clearing. A small stone castle was built here, with a mountain behind it. There was a trickle of fresh water, too small to be called a waterfall, that flowed down the mountain and onto, then into the castle through bamboo pipes. Tina was amazed at the comforts hidden within these stony walls, and when they entered a room off to the right of the entrance, she was stunned.
It was a grand dining room, with a long table and a chandelier. There was a large open balcony that displayed a magnificent view of a small lagoon. Doubtless, the crew would fish here and swim, perhaps even bathe. There were perhaps 30 chairs around the table, enough to seat the entire crew. All the chairs stood empty, but there was a feast laid out at the head of the table. Captain Bloodfeather took his seat at the head, Lady Longfeather at his right. Tina was called to sit as his left. They spoke not a word as they made quick work of the meal. Though Tina had a thousand questions, she dared not utter them until her belly had been sated. It wasn’t long before there was naught of the fruit but pits and stems, naught of the meat but bone and gristle. Their bellies full, the Captain rose, the Lady, following. Tina reluctantly followed as the walked through the opening and onto a small path leading toward the back of the castle.
Here the jungle closed in around them again, and Tina’s unease began to grow. When they stepped out into another small clearing, Tina’s breath caught in her throat. Lady Longfeather, hearing the gasp looked back, and went to her, taking her gently by the elbow and leading her forward. About 10 paces before the sheer face of the mountain there were 2 large palm trees which leaned toward each other and crossed near the top. About 10 more paces in front of that an elaborate altar was set up. Lady Longfeather whispered in a soothing tone, “I know what ye be thinking, Tina, but rest assured, there’ll be no blood spilt here.” Confused, but oddly comforted she allowed herself to be led. The whole crew, save for 4 left onboard to protect the ship, were gathered around the altar. They all had a look of gleeful excitement, like children awakening on Christmas morn. It was now that Tina noticed that there wasn’t a man among them except the Captain.
Captain Bloodfeather addressed the crew, “Mateys! This be the day we’ve awaited many a year!” They cheered. “Our search has ended and we’ve brung our sister home. She has a difficult part to play, but when she comes through it, the lost treasure will be ours, and we’ll need to pirate no more!” Another cheer, Tina noticed that some of the crew were smiling at her warmly and a few had tears in their eyes. “Take her…” He said quietly to 4 of the crew who were standing around the altar.
Tina stepped forward before they could reach her and spoke clearly to the group. “I know not what is about to befall me, but I will not resist, cowering. Nay, I walk freely to meet my fate!” The crowd cheered at this, their reaction strangely strengthening her.
The Captain and Lady stood smiling. He said, “Aye! Now THERE’S the daughter of Cap’n Blackfeather!” More cheers ensued. The 4 women stripped Tina bare. The altar looked like a small 4-post bed. They secured her by binding her wrists and just below her elbows and her ankles and just below her knees. She looked like a table that had been upended. She blushed momentarily as a cool breeze blew on her exposed bottom, and she realized how vulnerable she was. She took a breath and steeled herself for whatever was to come next.
“Let’s be on with it.” She said calmly.
“As you wish, m’lady,” responded the Captain, in an equally calm voice. Lady Longfeather then moved behind Tina’s head. She reached up and removed 2 of the long stiff feathers from her headdress and held one in each hand. The Captain removed the feather from his had and held it high. He pointed toward the mountain and called, “Hear me, Spirit of the Mountain! As this vault was sealed by Lady Blackfeather’s laughter and joy, so shall it be opened by the laughter and joy of her daughter! Open now the seal!”
Tina was wondering what he meant by laughter and joy, when suddenly she felt feathers being dragged up and down her sides from her hips to her armpits. She shivered and began to giggle. Then she felt the Captain’s feather moving back and forth across her soles, then up and down the backs of her legs. She laughed out loud as the feathers twirled and danced on her sensitive skin. The Captain called for another feather and then began to work them both all over Tina’s feet and legs. She laughed and giggled, and even snorted a few times. Suddenly, a low rumble could be heard coming from the mountain wall in the space framed between the leaning palms. Tina, with great difficulty managed to focus her mind enough to utter, “Why?”
As they continued to stroke her sides, feet, pits, and legs with their feathers, Captain Bloodfeather explained. “Lady Blackfeather was a high-priestess of the tribe that was native to this island. When she married Cap’n Blackfeather, she vowed to share all that was his and protect it. They used to torture captives on this spot, much like we are torturing you now. Every woman in this tribe, and consequently my crew, is very adept at this. But Lady Blackfeather enjoyed being tickled. And the good Cap’n rather enjoyed to indulge. He’s truss her up here and tickle her for hours, then he’d take her while the other women tickled her. It was here, where they spent so many fine hours that she secured his treasure. Her laughter and moans of pleasure reveal and open a secret doorway to a cave where his many years of plunder is hid. But only one of her bloodline can open it. Her sister, who took you ashore and watched o’er you as you grew, was the only other blood kin of your mother. She passed on around your 16th year.”
“Well, your mother cast a spell, by which a level of laughter will reveal the door, and then the door will be opened by the right circumstance. That circumstance being a state of mind that only one of her kin can achieve. That state being achieved through intense tickling and sexual gratification.”
Tina’s mind reeled with this knowledge and the maddening sensations of the feathers gliding along her skin. As the Captain sawed his feathers between Tina’s toes, her laughter reached a new pitch, and the rumble grew louder. “See how the door reveals itself!” Lady Longfeather moved slightly to her left, and Tina twisted her neck to see past her. The outline of a large doorway could be seen. Just then Lady Longfeather twirled the tip of one of her feathers in Tina’s navel and she squealed ticklish delight. This caused the outline to grow deeper and light could be seen behind it.
Lady Longfeather replaced her feathers into her headdress and began working her fingers in Tina’s pits. Tina’s laughter increased and she bucked as much as her bonds allowed. Next she felt the Captain’s nails dancing in her arches. She almost tore the posts down with this sensation, but soon her mind became preoccupied with another sensation… Something warm and hungry began stirring in her lower belly. Lady Longfeather’s fingertips glided over Tina’s ribs and danced in the hollows of her pits, then skittered along the sides of her breasts and tickled lightly on the undersides and around each nipple. A low moan escaped between Tina’s increased laughter. The Captain’s fingers spider tickled her arches and the sensitive spot where the ball and arch meet. Then he tickled down her soles, past her heels and down the backs of her legs and along her inner thighs. As his fingers reached the spot where her firm ass flowed into the backs of her thighs, she involuntarily tried to lift her hips.
Tina’s mind was frantic. Although the family that raised her had two girls older than she, who would often hold her down and tickle her as a game, she was being tickled now in a way that she had never known and feeling as she never dreamed. She liked when her older ‘sisters’ tickled her, because they would laugh and sing with her as they did. And she always got hugs afterwards that made her feel connected. But this tickling was causing sensations she had only experienced in intimate moments with her husband. It had been quite some time since she felt that heat, and she was beginning to enjoy it!
Lady Longfeather suddenly leaned forward and flicked her tongue on Tina’s swollen right nipple as she wriggled a finger in her navel. At the same time, Captain Bloodfeather pulled out his feather and as he continued to tickle her soles with his right hand, he dragged the feather with his left hand along the sides of Tina’s rapidly moistening pussy. Tina’s breath caught in her throat momentarily as the feather kissed her mound. Then a flood of laughter, interspersed with moans of delight, burst forth from her heaving bosom. All sense of time was lost to Tina as any thought she tried to develop was tickled or teased away. But this was only the beginning.
“The door is revealed, the seal is broken!” Bloodfeather roared, “Now, to me, mateys, we’ll show this lass true bliss!” Bloodfeather motioned to three of his crew. The women quickly assumed positions, one on either side of Tina, and one kneeling with her face inches from Tina’s pussy. The women at her sides had two small stiff feathers tied to each finger so they extended just past the fingertip. This gave a triply ticklish feeling as the fingertip or nail scratched lightly with two feather tips surrounding it. At Bloodfeather’s nod, the began to tickle all over Tina’s sides from her ribs to her hips and all over her belly and navel. Lady Longfeather also now wore feathers on her fingers like the other two. She concentrated her tickling talents on Tina’s quivering breasts, nipples, neck, and pits.
Tina didn’t know weather she was in tickle hell or heaven. The sensations were maddening, but at the same time enjoyable. Coupled with that was the electric feelings she got whenever a tickling stroke would touch her breasts or nipples. She kept moaning in her laughter, it almost sounded like a kind of rhythm, “Haa-haaa-ooooohhh… Hee-haaaaa-mmmmm!” Tina was suddenly aware that a major orgasm was building in her. While she wasn’t sure how, or why, she was sure she wanted it now.
Almost sensing her unspoken thought, Captain Bloodfeather now tapped the woman kneeling between his legs. Immediately, she began flicking her tongue and licking Tina’s wet pussy lips and the area around them. She was also lightly tickling Tina’s anus with a feather. Tina’s whole body would stiffen each time that tongue or feather touched her. She abandoned thought and allowed herself to accept and enjoy every sensation. The Captain renewed his efforts on her soles. His nimble fingers finding all her ticklish spots, in her arches, ball, and along the toeline. The Captain new they were almost there!
He gently tapped the woman again and she began to lap hungrily at Tina’s pussy. At the same time she introduced another feather to Tina’s clit. She twirled the stem of the feather between her fingers so the tip would spin. This action she focused on Tina’s engorged clit, as the other feather played in her anus and her tongue got all in between. A great rumbling came from the opening, but no one paid attention. Everyone speeded up their tickling and Tina let out a laughing cry of unbridled lust and wanting. Then stars exploded across Tina’s vision as she rode wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. With each laugh and moan, the rumble grew and finally, Tina stiffened her whole body and collapsed. Oblivion took her.
When she awoke, she was dressed in a white nightgown. Fine silken slippers covered her feet. She could hear the sounds of many people making merry, as if at a party. She realized that she was in a fine hammock with a sun shade. Her whole body tingled. She was also aware of a ravenous hunger. The hammock had been stretched out between the two leaning palms. She suddenly understood what happened, as her eyes fell upon a gaping door in the side of the mountain where it had previously been solid rock. The sounds were coming from within.
She crossed the space between her resting place and the entrance quickly. When she stepped inside she was dumbstruck. Huge piles of gold, jewels and other treasures adorned the floor, like islands in a rocky sea. Chests overflowed and vases and bags were filled to the tops with coins and precious gems. The room was bright, although she could only see a single torch in the center of the room. Everywhere the light glistened and danced off of some treasure. Some of the crew were rolling in it, others were counting, and a small group seemed to be reenacting Tina’s ‘opening’ of the cave. She blushed and felt a warmth in her own loins stir again.
Suddenly Lady Longfeather spied her and stepped quickly to her. She placed a diamond and ruby encrusted tiara on her and handed her a palm frond. She led Tina by the hand to where Captain Bloodfeather was seated. He had moved three great thrones to an area where they could overlook the whole of the fortune. He took her other hand and they led her to the throne on the far right. They bid her to sit and the Captain bellowed in a voice that shook the stalactites, “Here be Tina, a lass of fire and ice. Henceforth, this crew shall know her as Lady Blackfeather. May she wear that title with pride for the rest of her long happy days!”
“Huzzah! Lady Blackfeather!” The crew chanted. Then they went back to what they were doing.
Captain Bloodfeather sat in the middle throne, and Lady Longfeather sat at his right. The captain looked at Tina, smiling, and said, “As most of this treasure was acquired by yer father, m’lady, and since we could scarcely have reached it without ye, a fair share belongs to you. My crew is portioning off a third for you. Our pirating days are now behind us. We can settle down like civilized folk and live like royalty. A third will go to Lady Longfeather and myself, and the remainder will be shared by the crew. I’ve sent a couple of the crew to gather up a larger ship which we have hidden in a secret cove here. On that ship, we will put your treasure and ours, and sail ye to where’er ye wish to spend your days. Then we’ll find our own place.”
Tina, still stunned by this turn of events suddenly stood and moved so she could face both the Captain and Lady and the rest of the crew. That steely defiant look blazed in her eyes again. “Done pirating?!? By my father’s feather, I’ll say when we’re done pirating! We’re young and we’ve a safe harbor to hide ourselves and our loot. I know a few harbor towns ripe for the picking! What say you? Who’ll set sail with Lady Blackfeather?!”
There was an eerie silence, where even the clatter of coins had fallen silent. Then there was a great roar of laughter from the Captain and Lady Longfeather. “Aye, we’ll sail with ye, Lady Blackfeather. Per’aps we’ve a bit o pirating left in us after all!” The crew cheered and they went to prepare to set sail. Bloodfeather looked at Tina and said tenderly, “Ye know, Lady Blackfeather, that we must seal this place before we go.”
Tina smiled wickedly, “Then get me some grub, cuz it’s gonna be a hell of a night me buckos!” Captain Bloodfeather roared laughter and commanded that the altar be fixed up for the sealing of the cave. The three of them exited the cave, arm in arm, laughing.
Many of the colonies’ port towns fell victim to raids by a corsair’s ship flying a pirate flag of a different sort. A white background with a black skull. And beneath it, a black feather crossed with a red feather. And sailors and dockworkers learned that if there was a fog, and you could hear laughter, you’d better lock your doors tight!
Happy birthday, Tina
Christine was awakened by a horrendous crash that knocked her out of her hammock. Then shouting and what sounded like cannon fire! She put on her slippers and robe and started out of her stateroom to the deck carrying a candle. As she neared the top of the stairs, she could hear man screaming and the sound of steel meeting steel. She heard a few pops, muskets she thought, and when she reached the top, the reality of the situation was driven home by a single word shouted by the first mate, “PIRATES!!!”
The captain was yelling “To arms! Repel boarders! Rep…” But his call was cut short as a sword suddenly sprouted from his chest. The wielder of this sword appeared behind the captain and roared, “Lay down your arms and ye may be spared, if’n Poseidon feels merciful.” The few ship hands which were armed quickly complied. Christine hurried back to her room and locked the door and blew out the candles. She could hear all the other passengers being rounded up on the aft of the main deck. This was supposed to be a short hop from the islands to the southern tip of Florida. From there a long ride to New Jersey where her late husband’s partner waited to buy out her share of the business. She was told it could be dangerous, but she had always been adventurous and strong willed. It was her idea to have her late husband put the business in her name. And now, though he lay buried, she stood to collect a modest fortune on which she could live quite comfortably for the rest of her days.
Suddenly the door burst open and in strode the pirate captain and his female first mate. He stood nearly six feet tall, with a broad chest and strong hands. Long dark hair framed a rather dashing face, adorned with a well groomed beard with braids in it. On a belt around his long blue topcoat he wore a flintcock and a long cutlass. And jutting out of his hat was a long stiff feather, red as blood. “Apologies, miss. But per’raps ye din’t hear the call. I’m quite sure ye din’t mean to stand up Captain Bloodfeather, and ‘is first mate, Lady Longfeather…”
Christine stood defiantly, hands on her hips, “I was sleeping, and heard no such call.”
“Oy, my love, looks like we’ve a sasser on our ‘ands…” The first mate was a short beauty, with strong features. This girl worked as hard as the men on that ship, no doubt. She was dressed like a native American Indian, with a short buckskin skirt slit almost to her hip and a buckskin vest that barely contained her. She had tattoos and wore three blood red feathers in a simple headband, facing down. She plucked one of these feathers and began stroking it…
Christine raised a hand near her face and nervously began twirling her long, auburn hair around her finger. Her robe fell open a bit, exposing her ample cleavage. Lady Longfeather, quick and nimble as a cat, drew her dagger and leaped behind Christine. She grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, placing her blade under Christine’s chin. “Now ‘old real still like, luv… I wouldn’t care to give you a new smile.” She said menacingly, and with an undertone of excitement. To Bloodfeather she said, “See ‘ere Cap’n… She has the mark! There on the curve of yon plump left breast!”
The hearty Captain drew close. A mix of rum, spice, and an odd kind of smoky odor, as well as the Captain’s presence, stirred something in her. He reached and pulled open the robe a little more and smiled as he studied her breast. She blushed fiercely. “Aye, I see it. A birthmark, black as coal, and in the shape of a feather.” Christine wondered why this birthmark should illicit such a response from this pair of ruthless buccaneers, but suddenly Lady Longfeather held a small vial under her nose and the world faded to black.
She awoke to find herself nude and strapped to what appeared to be a medieval rack. Her arms were stretched above her head, her ankles secured wide apart at the other end and a firm pillow under her lush bottom. She blushed even harder at the condition she discovered herself in, but the something in her switched on, and a defiant fire blazed in her eyes. She began to call out, demanding to be released. She looked about the room, as much as her bonds would allow. She saw that the room was largely empty, save for a small locked box hanging from a small net above and to the right of her head. She heard the click of a latch and Lady Longfeather soon stepped into view. In one hand, she held a straight razor, in the other a bowl of warm water with soap and a brush floating within.
“I see we’ve awakened form our little nap. Sorry dearie, but t’was necessary I’m afraid… As is this…” Lady Longfeather placed the bowl on the table next to Christine’s right hip. She held the razor up an inspected it in the light. Christine swallowed hard, eyeing that blade, and tensed up. “Fear not,” said Lady Lonfeather, “by the order of the Cap’n, no harm is to befall ye. But ye may consider keepin’ veerrrry still, lest ye lose somethin’ ye wish ta keep!” With that, she began to work the soap into a lather and then put the lather on the end of the brush. Suddenly, Christine felt the warm, moist bristles being applied to her pubic mound and all over her pussy. She squirmed as the bristles seemed to tickle her sensitive inner thighs, mound, and even her pussy lips and clit. She bit her lip hard, trying to shut out the feelings, trying to concentrate on the outrage of this indignity instead of the pleasure of another’s touch where she had not been touched in over two years. Then she realized what Lady Longfeather intended on doing to her. She felt the kiss of the razor as it cleaned the foam and hair off her mound. She gritted her teeth and grunted a little as Lady Longfeather dragged a finger up the length of her pussy lips in an effort to see clearly where she was working, and to tease her helpless captive a bit. “It appears she enjoys a nice shave, my love!”
“It does…” Christine snapped her head sharply to the left and was startled to see Captain Bloodfeather standing there enjoyng the show. Anger and embarrassment flashed across her face. His smile turned to a menacing scowl and he fixed his dark eyes on hers. “Understand this, ye be our prisoner, and we have a serious purpose for ye. Play nice and behave, ye’ll end up unharmed and with a fair amount of coin in your purse. Play naughty and ye’ll have naught but scars and a long swim when our work is through!” She saw the truth in his stare, but strangely she felt as though there was something trusting about him, and something familiar.
Lady Longfeather finished and admired her work for a moment. Then she began to move around the table to the side of her Captain and husband. As she passed by Christine’s bare feet, she pulled one of the feathers from her headband and dragged the blade edge across Christine’s right arch, then the left. Christine giggled aloud, despite herself, and the suspended box shuddered. Lady Longfeather said, “Seems as if our Tina is ticklish!”
Christine hadn’t been called Tina since she was a child. She regained her composure and said, “If I may ask, what purpose do I serve, and what is your interest in my birthmark?”
“Good questions both,” said the Captain, “and I’ll answer them with a tale of a famous pirate who went by the name of Blackfeather.” Tina had heard stories of the famous pirate. He had looted ships all up and down the coast of the colonies. He had supposedly hidden his loot on an island in an enchanted lair. There were rumors about it and how it could be acquired, but they all seemed ridiculous and in over 20 years since Blackfeather’s disappearance, no trace of treasure or even the island had been found.
“Blackfeather,” he continued, “was a gentlemanly cutthroat who, oddly enough, only took one bride. She was a she-pirate, and eldest member of a tribe of warrior women on an uncharted island. They sacked many a port and sank many a ship in their day, but she eventually developed a mild case of pregnancy. As her child was preparing to make entry into this world, they put into port in a little spot called Puerto Cosquillas. A girl child was born to them, but there were complications and Lady Blackfeather’s light passed to her daughter. Knowing the open seas were no place for a newborn and being a wanted man, Cap’n Blackfeather commanded one of his crew to stay behind and find a family to care for the babe. Some years after that I came aboard his ship as a cabin boy. Being an orphan, he took kindly to me and raised me as an apprentice, and heir. In my 18th year, he told me of his lost love and child. But he was old and he came down with Mermaid Fever. He gave me the map to his island, and instructed me in the only way to open the lair. It included finding his child, as only she holds the key. When he died, I inherited his ship, the Longfeather, and began my quest. I had to find the girl with the birthmark of a black feather, for which he took his pirate name.”
Understanding dawned on her face. She always knew that she was not a part of the family that raised her. A native island woman who claimed to be her aunt told her when she was 5 years old. She kept the secret and had never wondered who her true parents were, as her surrogate family treated her well. Unbeknownst to her, Captain Blackfeather had sent money and instructions to the family, informing them of who their charge was and what would happen should she be unhappy. The family, kind but poor before Blackfeather’s aid, happily agreed and flourished. And when she was old enough, she married a colonial man who had come to the town where she lived to establish a trade business. “But I still don’t understand how I can aid you. I have no possessions such as this enchanted key you mention.”
“My dear, the key is within ye. And the means of extraction will soon be clear, we should make landfall on Tickler’s Cove by daybreak! Get some rest, ye’ll be needin it!” Lady Longfeather undid Christine’s restraints and handed her some clothes, similar to her own. She then led her down a corridor to a small room with a hammock and helped Christine into it. Christine began to wonder about the key being ‘within’ her, and more importantly, ‘the means of extraction’! Soon, the rolling of the ship and moonlight coming through the porthole relaxed her into a deep and satisfying sleep.
A cry of ‘LAND HO’ and the noise of the dropping anchor chain startled Tina awake. Above deck, she could hear the footfalls of many making preparations to go to shore. Soon she hear the locks of her door opening and 2 warrior women, dressed similarly to Lay Longfeather, escorted her to a long rowboat that was being prepared to be lowered. Captain Bloodfeather and Lady Longfeather sat at the bow and 3 more warrior women manned the oars. There was a set of oars between the second and third woman, and Tina was instructed to sit there and row, like the others. With a steely look in her eyes that belied her fear, she took her place and when the boat was lowered, she rowed just as hard as the others.
When they reached the shore, the warrior women ushered Tina between the Captain and the Lady and they walked toward the tree line. They took a path that would have been invisible from the shore, but which led through the dense jungle to a clearing. A small stone castle was built here, with a mountain behind it. There was a trickle of fresh water, too small to be called a waterfall, that flowed down the mountain and onto, then into the castle through bamboo pipes. Tina was amazed at the comforts hidden within these stony walls, and when they entered a room off to the right of the entrance, she was stunned.
It was a grand dining room, with a long table and a chandelier. There was a large open balcony that displayed a magnificent view of a small lagoon. Doubtless, the crew would fish here and swim, perhaps even bathe. There were perhaps 30 chairs around the table, enough to seat the entire crew. All the chairs stood empty, but there was a feast laid out at the head of the table. Captain Bloodfeather took his seat at the head, Lady Longfeather at his right. Tina was called to sit as his left. They spoke not a word as they made quick work of the meal. Though Tina had a thousand questions, she dared not utter them until her belly had been sated. It wasn’t long before there was naught of the fruit but pits and stems, naught of the meat but bone and gristle. Their bellies full, the Captain rose, the Lady, following. Tina reluctantly followed as the walked through the opening and onto a small path leading toward the back of the castle.
Here the jungle closed in around them again, and Tina’s unease began to grow. When they stepped out into another small clearing, Tina’s breath caught in her throat. Lady Longfeather, hearing the gasp looked back, and went to her, taking her gently by the elbow and leading her forward. About 10 paces before the sheer face of the mountain there were 2 large palm trees which leaned toward each other and crossed near the top. About 10 more paces in front of that an elaborate altar was set up. Lady Longfeather whispered in a soothing tone, “I know what ye be thinking, Tina, but rest assured, there’ll be no blood spilt here.” Confused, but oddly comforted she allowed herself to be led. The whole crew, save for 4 left onboard to protect the ship, were gathered around the altar. They all had a look of gleeful excitement, like children awakening on Christmas morn. It was now that Tina noticed that there wasn’t a man among them except the Captain.
Captain Bloodfeather addressed the crew, “Mateys! This be the day we’ve awaited many a year!” They cheered. “Our search has ended and we’ve brung our sister home. She has a difficult part to play, but when she comes through it, the lost treasure will be ours, and we’ll need to pirate no more!” Another cheer, Tina noticed that some of the crew were smiling at her warmly and a few had tears in their eyes. “Take her…” He said quietly to 4 of the crew who were standing around the altar.
Tina stepped forward before they could reach her and spoke clearly to the group. “I know not what is about to befall me, but I will not resist, cowering. Nay, I walk freely to meet my fate!” The crowd cheered at this, their reaction strangely strengthening her.
The Captain and Lady stood smiling. He said, “Aye! Now THERE’S the daughter of Cap’n Blackfeather!” More cheers ensued. The 4 women stripped Tina bare. The altar looked like a small 4-post bed. They secured her by binding her wrists and just below her elbows and her ankles and just below her knees. She looked like a table that had been upended. She blushed momentarily as a cool breeze blew on her exposed bottom, and she realized how vulnerable she was. She took a breath and steeled herself for whatever was to come next.
“Let’s be on with it.” She said calmly.
“As you wish, m’lady,” responded the Captain, in an equally calm voice. Lady Longfeather then moved behind Tina’s head. She reached up and removed 2 of the long stiff feathers from her headdress and held one in each hand. The Captain removed the feather from his had and held it high. He pointed toward the mountain and called, “Hear me, Spirit of the Mountain! As this vault was sealed by Lady Blackfeather’s laughter and joy, so shall it be opened by the laughter and joy of her daughter! Open now the seal!”
Tina was wondering what he meant by laughter and joy, when suddenly she felt feathers being dragged up and down her sides from her hips to her armpits. She shivered and began to giggle. Then she felt the Captain’s feather moving back and forth across her soles, then up and down the backs of her legs. She laughed out loud as the feathers twirled and danced on her sensitive skin. The Captain called for another feather and then began to work them both all over Tina’s feet and legs. She laughed and giggled, and even snorted a few times. Suddenly, a low rumble could be heard coming from the mountain wall in the space framed between the leaning palms. Tina, with great difficulty managed to focus her mind enough to utter, “Why?”
As they continued to stroke her sides, feet, pits, and legs with their feathers, Captain Bloodfeather explained. “Lady Blackfeather was a high-priestess of the tribe that was native to this island. When she married Cap’n Blackfeather, she vowed to share all that was his and protect it. They used to torture captives on this spot, much like we are torturing you now. Every woman in this tribe, and consequently my crew, is very adept at this. But Lady Blackfeather enjoyed being tickled. And the good Cap’n rather enjoyed to indulge. He’s truss her up here and tickle her for hours, then he’d take her while the other women tickled her. It was here, where they spent so many fine hours that she secured his treasure. Her laughter and moans of pleasure reveal and open a secret doorway to a cave where his many years of plunder is hid. But only one of her bloodline can open it. Her sister, who took you ashore and watched o’er you as you grew, was the only other blood kin of your mother. She passed on around your 16th year.”
“Well, your mother cast a spell, by which a level of laughter will reveal the door, and then the door will be opened by the right circumstance. That circumstance being a state of mind that only one of her kin can achieve. That state being achieved through intense tickling and sexual gratification.”
Tina’s mind reeled with this knowledge and the maddening sensations of the feathers gliding along her skin. As the Captain sawed his feathers between Tina’s toes, her laughter reached a new pitch, and the rumble grew louder. “See how the door reveals itself!” Lady Longfeather moved slightly to her left, and Tina twisted her neck to see past her. The outline of a large doorway could be seen. Just then Lady Longfeather twirled the tip of one of her feathers in Tina’s navel and she squealed ticklish delight. This caused the outline to grow deeper and light could be seen behind it.
Lady Longfeather replaced her feathers into her headdress and began working her fingers in Tina’s pits. Tina’s laughter increased and she bucked as much as her bonds allowed. Next she felt the Captain’s nails dancing in her arches. She almost tore the posts down with this sensation, but soon her mind became preoccupied with another sensation… Something warm and hungry began stirring in her lower belly. Lady Longfeather’s fingertips glided over Tina’s ribs and danced in the hollows of her pits, then skittered along the sides of her breasts and tickled lightly on the undersides and around each nipple. A low moan escaped between Tina’s increased laughter. The Captain’s fingers spider tickled her arches and the sensitive spot where the ball and arch meet. Then he tickled down her soles, past her heels and down the backs of her legs and along her inner thighs. As his fingers reached the spot where her firm ass flowed into the backs of her thighs, she involuntarily tried to lift her hips.
Tina’s mind was frantic. Although the family that raised her had two girls older than she, who would often hold her down and tickle her as a game, she was being tickled now in a way that she had never known and feeling as she never dreamed. She liked when her older ‘sisters’ tickled her, because they would laugh and sing with her as they did. And she always got hugs afterwards that made her feel connected. But this tickling was causing sensations she had only experienced in intimate moments with her husband. It had been quite some time since she felt that heat, and she was beginning to enjoy it!
Lady Longfeather suddenly leaned forward and flicked her tongue on Tina’s swollen right nipple as she wriggled a finger in her navel. At the same time, Captain Bloodfeather pulled out his feather and as he continued to tickle her soles with his right hand, he dragged the feather with his left hand along the sides of Tina’s rapidly moistening pussy. Tina’s breath caught in her throat momentarily as the feather kissed her mound. Then a flood of laughter, interspersed with moans of delight, burst forth from her heaving bosom. All sense of time was lost to Tina as any thought she tried to develop was tickled or teased away. But this was only the beginning.
“The door is revealed, the seal is broken!” Bloodfeather roared, “Now, to me, mateys, we’ll show this lass true bliss!” Bloodfeather motioned to three of his crew. The women quickly assumed positions, one on either side of Tina, and one kneeling with her face inches from Tina’s pussy. The women at her sides had two small stiff feathers tied to each finger so they extended just past the fingertip. This gave a triply ticklish feeling as the fingertip or nail scratched lightly with two feather tips surrounding it. At Bloodfeather’s nod, the began to tickle all over Tina’s sides from her ribs to her hips and all over her belly and navel. Lady Longfeather also now wore feathers on her fingers like the other two. She concentrated her tickling talents on Tina’s quivering breasts, nipples, neck, and pits.
Tina didn’t know weather she was in tickle hell or heaven. The sensations were maddening, but at the same time enjoyable. Coupled with that was the electric feelings she got whenever a tickling stroke would touch her breasts or nipples. She kept moaning in her laughter, it almost sounded like a kind of rhythm, “Haa-haaa-ooooohhh… Hee-haaaaa-mmmmm!” Tina was suddenly aware that a major orgasm was building in her. While she wasn’t sure how, or why, she was sure she wanted it now.
Almost sensing her unspoken thought, Captain Bloodfeather now tapped the woman kneeling between his legs. Immediately, she began flicking her tongue and licking Tina’s wet pussy lips and the area around them. She was also lightly tickling Tina’s anus with a feather. Tina’s whole body would stiffen each time that tongue or feather touched her. She abandoned thought and allowed herself to accept and enjoy every sensation. The Captain renewed his efforts on her soles. His nimble fingers finding all her ticklish spots, in her arches, ball, and along the toeline. The Captain new they were almost there!
He gently tapped the woman again and she began to lap hungrily at Tina’s pussy. At the same time she introduced another feather to Tina’s clit. She twirled the stem of the feather between her fingers so the tip would spin. This action she focused on Tina’s engorged clit, as the other feather played in her anus and her tongue got all in between. A great rumbling came from the opening, but no one paid attention. Everyone speeded up their tickling and Tina let out a laughing cry of unbridled lust and wanting. Then stars exploded across Tina’s vision as she rode wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. With each laugh and moan, the rumble grew and finally, Tina stiffened her whole body and collapsed. Oblivion took her.
When she awoke, she was dressed in a white nightgown. Fine silken slippers covered her feet. She could hear the sounds of many people making merry, as if at a party. She realized that she was in a fine hammock with a sun shade. Her whole body tingled. She was also aware of a ravenous hunger. The hammock had been stretched out between the two leaning palms. She suddenly understood what happened, as her eyes fell upon a gaping door in the side of the mountain where it had previously been solid rock. The sounds were coming from within.
She crossed the space between her resting place and the entrance quickly. When she stepped inside she was dumbstruck. Huge piles of gold, jewels and other treasures adorned the floor, like islands in a rocky sea. Chests overflowed and vases and bags were filled to the tops with coins and precious gems. The room was bright, although she could only see a single torch in the center of the room. Everywhere the light glistened and danced off of some treasure. Some of the crew were rolling in it, others were counting, and a small group seemed to be reenacting Tina’s ‘opening’ of the cave. She blushed and felt a warmth in her own loins stir again.
Suddenly Lady Longfeather spied her and stepped quickly to her. She placed a diamond and ruby encrusted tiara on her and handed her a palm frond. She led Tina by the hand to where Captain Bloodfeather was seated. He had moved three great thrones to an area where they could overlook the whole of the fortune. He took her other hand and they led her to the throne on the far right. They bid her to sit and the Captain bellowed in a voice that shook the stalactites, “Here be Tina, a lass of fire and ice. Henceforth, this crew shall know her as Lady Blackfeather. May she wear that title with pride for the rest of her long happy days!”
“Huzzah! Lady Blackfeather!” The crew chanted. Then they went back to what they were doing.
Captain Bloodfeather sat in the middle throne, and Lady Longfeather sat at his right. The captain looked at Tina, smiling, and said, “As most of this treasure was acquired by yer father, m’lady, and since we could scarcely have reached it without ye, a fair share belongs to you. My crew is portioning off a third for you. Our pirating days are now behind us. We can settle down like civilized folk and live like royalty. A third will go to Lady Longfeather and myself, and the remainder will be shared by the crew. I’ve sent a couple of the crew to gather up a larger ship which we have hidden in a secret cove here. On that ship, we will put your treasure and ours, and sail ye to where’er ye wish to spend your days. Then we’ll find our own place.”
Tina, still stunned by this turn of events suddenly stood and moved so she could face both the Captain and Lady and the rest of the crew. That steely defiant look blazed in her eyes again. “Done pirating?!? By my father’s feather, I’ll say when we’re done pirating! We’re young and we’ve a safe harbor to hide ourselves and our loot. I know a few harbor towns ripe for the picking! What say you? Who’ll set sail with Lady Blackfeather?!”
There was an eerie silence, where even the clatter of coins had fallen silent. Then there was a great roar of laughter from the Captain and Lady Longfeather. “Aye, we’ll sail with ye, Lady Blackfeather. Per’aps we’ve a bit o pirating left in us after all!” The crew cheered and they went to prepare to set sail. Bloodfeather looked at Tina and said tenderly, “Ye know, Lady Blackfeather, that we must seal this place before we go.”
Tina smiled wickedly, “Then get me some grub, cuz it’s gonna be a hell of a night me buckos!” Captain Bloodfeather roared laughter and commanded that the altar be fixed up for the sealing of the cave. The three of them exited the cave, arm in arm, laughing.
Many of the colonies’ port towns fell victim to raids by a corsair’s ship flying a pirate flag of a different sort. A white background with a black skull. And beneath it, a black feather crossed with a red feather. And sailors and dockworkers learned that if there was a fog, and you could hear laughter, you’d better lock your doors tight!
Happy birthday, Tina
