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Subject: {ASSM} The Sapphic Pirate Miranda, Part the Second (FF MF MM hist BBW anal)
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Dearest Reader,

This second Piratical tale is presented in hopes of Deterring young girls 
from Embarking on a life of Piracy, Sapphic or otherwise.  If this most 
moral and improving Tale meets with your approval, please inform the Author 
at joriskhuysmans care of hotmail.com.

Yr hmbl & obdt srvt,
JKH


THE SAPPHIC PIRATE MIRANDA, PART THE SECOND

by Joris K. Huysmans

In Which the Maiden Esme Winterblossom, Taken Captive By The Sapphic Pirate 
Miranda And Her Crew of BBWs (Brazen Buccaneer Wenches), Finds Solace In The 
Arms of a Chubby Young Scullery Maid Named Amelia, Who Having Shown Her The 
Delights of "The Tingle," Promises To Return To The Cabin Where She Is Being 
Held, That Night For More of The Same


June 19, 17--

Oh Dearest Diarie,

Good as her word, as night fell Amelia snuck to my cabin, removed the peg 
that sealed my door from the outside, and crawled in next to me on my 
miserable beddings.  She immediately covered my face with kisses which I 
most gratefully received, and we spent several minutes simply holding one 
another.  In this short time I had grown to much affection for her round 
shape, as I believe she had for my slender and far more impressive beauty, 
and I felt the beginning stirrings of the "tingle" as I caressed her plump 
round Bottom and stroked her thick short legs under her nightclothes.

She opened the front of my gown and kissed and licked my petite buds, and I 
most enjoyed the sensation of her lips suckling at my nipples.  I did the 
same to her with her fat round breasts, and squeezed them around my face, 
rubbing my soft alabaster cheeks against them.  As I did so she placed her 
hand on my thighs under my gown, then slid her hand up until she had reached 
my sex.  By this point my petals had become most embarassingly dewy and it 
was a simple matter for her to begin sliding her hand up and down them in 
imitation of the broomstick earlier in the day.  I must confess to a most 
exhilarating feeling as she did this.

After a moment I was astonished that she took her hand away from my drenched 
sex and put it to her lips, licking it.  That she should have such regard 
for me as to wish to taste my... I had the same desire for her suddenly, 
wrong though I knew it was, and after keeping my hand timidly along the line 
of her inner thigh, I suddenly thrust it into her sex, which was as wet and 
steamy as my own.

We each bucked up and down on the others' hand, and in imitation of her I 
removed mine from her sex and touched it to my own lips, smearing my face 
with her wetness.  She moaned at this and kissed me, licking my face and 
climbing atop me, pressing her pubis into mine as if in the conjugal act, 
her fat belly and big round breasts pressing against me, weighing me down.  
Then she said "I must taste it, I must," and she climbed down between my 
legs and began to lap at my sex like a cat at its milk.  I could withhold it 
no longer and soon felt the tingle explode within me at the delicious 
sensation she was providing me.

As the feeling subsided within me she rolled back on her back and in the dim 
reflection of moonlight from outside my cabin I looked upon her... yes to 
the world she might be small and rotund but I found her beautiful, her large 
round breasts rolling to either side, her soft tummy heaving up and down, 
her meaty thighs supported by her broad buttocks... I desired her, in every 
way, heedless of the opinion of men.  I was on top of her, now, suckling at 
her fat breasts, licking the nipples, rubbing my own small breasts on her 
big ones to roll them about.  Then I was kissing her fat belly, all the way 
kneading her large buttocks.  Her sex opened up to me and I desired nothing 
so much as to sup of it as she had sipped at mine, and so I spread her legs 
apart and pressed my tongue to her moist mons veneris.  She shuddered as I 
did so and I lapped harder, for several minutes, savoring the strong taste 
of her womanhood, until I felt her caught in the rapture of the tingle, her 
large bottom bucking up and down on my lips.

We lay there, caressing one another, she feeling my long slender arms and 
legs and torso, I kneading her round buttocks, her lolling belly, her fat 
round breasts.  Sleep came to us as we lay there-- heedless of the horror 
that would find us in the morning.

Suddenly we were awakened by shouts, and just as I began to become cognizant 
of them I was dragged by one foot from my cabin to cower, naked, in the 
passageway.

"So ye'd enjoy carnal pleasures with that one which ye deny to our Captain, 
would ye?" shouted a fat cow of a guard at me. "Ye'll soon learn the 
punishment for that!" she spat, as Amelia cried at them to show me mercy.

My clothes (and you, Dearest Diarie) were thrust into my hands, and I was 
marched unclothed to another hold, where I now await whatever demoniacal 
punishments these Hell-Wenches can conjure up to inflict upon my miserable 
person, at Captain Miranda's diabolic pleasure.  Woe, woe is me!

*  *  *

June 20, 17--

My dear Diarie,

After several hours awaiting my punishment in torment, mingled only 
momentarily now and again with memories of the pleasures I had enjoyed with 
my dear Amelia, (during which I learned a very interesting capability for 
inflicting the Tingle upon myself), the latch was opened and I was dragged 
out and above decks, still in the natural state as before.  I only prayed 
that you, dear Diarie, would remain hidden in the place where I had 
vouchsafed you.

A sort of Court was assembled on the quarter-deck, with Captain Miranda 
seated, bare-breasted as before, upon a tall chair and several other 
half-nude pirate wenches assembled as a guard before her.  "Bring the 
accused before me!" Miranda shouted, and I was pushed roughly into her 
presence, my exquisite beauty obviously taking her aback a moment as she 
inspected my delicate features in their state of complete undress.  I tried 
to stand in a way which showed them off to their best advantage, hoping that 
this would lessen my punishment out of a desire not to harm anything so 
splendid as myself (and I say this in truthful modesty, for I am most 
beauteous).

"Esme Winterblossom," she intoned, as her Nubian servant brushed her long 
blonde curls behind her, "you stand accused of the crime of conjugal 
relations commenced without first offering yourself to your captain.  Have 
you anything to say for yourself?"

"I know of no civilized place on earth where such is a crime," I said.  
"Indeed, I can only wonder what must be the history of yourself and your 
crew, that natural modesty should come to be conceived of as a crime."  For, 
you see, I had conceived a desperate plan that if I encouraged Miranda to 
speak about how she had come to be so debauched and cruel, she might in turn 
take pity on one so much younger and more innocent than herself.

"You wonder what my history is?" she said, clearly surprised by my 
impudence.  "You wonder what made all of us what we are today?  Are you so 
innocent of the world, my naked Eve, that you really cannot conceive of the 
one, the only, the obvious answer?  The thing that made us the fearsome and 
heartless pirates we are today--" and now she stood up, her vast breasts 
jiggling in fury, her copious belly spilling out as her trunk-like legs 
stood astride the deck-- "is-- MEN!"  And her fury was truly a fearsome 
thing to behold, even as it came from one half undressed and unruly in her 
aspect.

"Once I was as you are, my pretty," she continued.  "Thin, most fair, 
engaged to a captain of the Hussars.  Like most men he had an unbridled 
appetite which I knew he often satisfied by whoring in town.  But even I, 
his betrothed, often came under pressure from him to satisfy his 
unquenchable lusts.  It was no longer enough for him to open my bodice and 
toy with my breasts or to have his mouth pressed upon mine; he wished me to 
pull at his purple-veined monster until it would belch forth his seed.

"Then that was no longer enough and he importuned me to put it in my 
mouth--" and there were groans of disgust from the crew at this.  "And so, 
after much urging, in my love I lowered myself once to lick at his rigid 
brute as if it were a sweetmeat, and to allow him to fill my innocent mouth 
with his foul spew.  Of course, with men, what was done once out of love 
soon turned to obligation; we could scarcely meet before he would have 
maneuvered me to some place where, in secret, I could kneel before him and 
slake his lusts."

Her Nubian servant swatted away some flies.  "Still, he desired of me the 
one thing I dared not give him-- my maidenhead.  I was forced to ever more 
desperate measures to keep him from demanding it in a way that I could not 
resist.  My breasts had grown larger, perhaps because of the French food we 
enjoyed at balls and receptions in the social season, and this seemed to 
please him for a time, as I would take his manhood and rub it between my 
swelling breasts until, again, his slime would cover my neck and face and he 
would button his trousers, deeply satisfied with the performance of male 
lust he had given me."

Behind Miranda one of the pairs of pirate wenches began openly to kiss, and 
I must confess the sight did raise some slight arousal in my own sex.  
"Finally, weary of my constant refusal to let him have the one thing I 
believed I dare not, he told me of an alternative which he had learned of 
from a whore in the finest brothel in Ostend-- oh, yes, he loved making me 
listen to his constant and joyless transactions with the women of such 
places.  He revealed to me that it was possible for a man to place his Cock 
inside a woman's Buttocks as well as in her cunny.  I feared the pain that 
would follow, and I was right to do so, but out of love, I allowed him to 
take me that way.  We went to an abandoned mill, and he raised my skirts, 
baring my bottom and forcing me to bend over as if I were a workhorse.

"He took some grease and pushed it roughly into the hole," she said, and I 
shuddered at the nightmarish act she described, which seemed a thing more 
coarse and brutish than any gentleman would ever indulge in.  "Then pressing 
his cockhead against my bowels, he pushed it into me while gripping my 
buttocks like a steed.  The pain was enormous, but I sacrificed my dignity 
in hopes that here, at last, would he find satisfaction."

She reached over to me, pushing my face up to hers.  Her huge hanging mams 
dangled against me, and in the tropical sun I felt the heat radiating from 
her gigantic half-nude form.  "Did we thus seal our love in this 
extraordinary fashion for all faithfulness unto death?  On the contrary, at 
the end of it, as I lay there hurt and bleeding, he informed me that it was 
obvious, from the fact of having been shown it, that my bottom had grown 
much rounder since we had first begun our engagement; and that he no longer 
found my size pleasing to him, and I should go on a strict dietary regimen 
at once."

Her massive belly and breasts seemed to shake with the indignation of her 
humiliation.  "Soon enough he broke off our engagement, and was posted to 
India.  And now an embarassment to my family-- for I was once of what is 
called," and now she spoke with bitter mockery, "good family, I was quickly 
engaged to a dull-witted parson who was locating to the Barbados, and I was 
packed off to get me out of the way before my failure reflected poorly on my 
sisters' chances in being sold off like oxen to the bidder of best family 
and standing."

She walked around me, touching the end of a whip to my buttocks, and frankly 
admiring my nakedness, which made me aware what I had forgotten for a 
moment, that I alone was bare top and bottom on this ship.  Then she 
continued her tale.

"Here the worse effect of my long infatuation with him was found," she began 
again, "for when I began to offer my new husband-to-be the same favors which 
my Hussar had demanded of me, he recoiled in horror and called me a brazen 
strumpet unworthy to be his wife.  He too made most ungentlemanly remarks 
about my size, which I must admit had continued to increase in the unhappy 
state in which I found myself.

"My husband-to-be, unwilling to share a cabin with a female he considered 
unworthy," and here again she spat, "found alternate lodging in the ordinary 
seaman's quarters.  To spite him I took up with one of the officers, and 
found him more congenial to the friendship of a buxom woman willing to 
satisfy his lusts with little complaint or thought of herself.  This man at 
least had some sense of how to please a woman in return, and he was the 
first to show me how I might experience the supreme moment of pleasure for 
myself, as men do."  At that she pressed the end of the whip against my 
pubis, and I felt a momentary spasm of the Tingle.  Then she took it away 
and returned to her seat, setting her great bulk back in it and spreading 
her fat thighs in their breeches wide.

"It was also he who, in a sort of harsh kindness, snuck me below decks one 
night to witness what my would-be betrothed had become.  Dressed in some of 
my own undergarments which I had thought lost in the washings, he was 
himself the recipient of Sodomy from one seaman while sucking at the pole of 
another.  And watching the ludicrous exertions and grimaces to which he put 
himself in the act of being Sodomized at both ends, I could not but reflect 
bitterly on how ill-used I had been in the same acts.

"It was whilst on that ship, twenty days out of Gibraltar, that we were 
attacked by Berber pirates, and all the men put to the sword, including that 
fool my husband-to-be and, alas, the one man I have ever known whose 
lustfulness was tempered by some kindness and consideration for my person.  
For the women, such as myself, a different fate than Death awaited, and in 
the next year each of us was schooled in every debauchery by that crew, 
including, to my everlasting happiness, the natural and proper delights of 
Sapphism."  At this a couple of cheers and "huzzahs!" came from the crew 
behind her-- but a wave of her hand stopped them.

"For all their cruelty, however, I learned one important thing from the 
Arab, that it is not the natural way of men to admire only the thin form 
such as yourself, my beauty."  And now she ran her hand up the line of my 
stomach, and to my breast, which she cupped with her hand.  "The Berbers 
admire the fat wench as much as the thin, and fed all of us captives so 
handsomely that we soon blossomed into the mighty BBWs that ye see before ye 
today."

Now she ran her hand up my backside, holding my small buttock in one hand as 
the other continued tracing its way across my stomach, grazing lightly 
against the hair that was all that concealed my sex.  As she did so I felt, 
despite my terror, my sex begin to moisten again with desire.  Though 
Miranda was most monstrously fat, there was something powerful about her 
that made her great bulk and overripe womanly attributes attractive to me.  
And I knew then that I had been foolish to keep myself from her when, by 
satisfying her as I had satisfied and been pleasured by Amelia, I might have 
substantially improved my position on this wretched ship and spared myself 
much sorrow.  What, after all, is lapping at a woman's velvety puss compared 
to hard labor at scrubbing decks, cleaning privies, or killing vermin?  I 
began to understand the calculation that she must have herself made while 
held captive by the Berbers.

"Eventually we made our escape, all of us women, on a ship which had been 
captured by our masters and left all but unguarded.  I say all but 
unguarded, but it took cold-blooded murder to effect that escape, and there 
are few things which mark a woman so much as putting to the sword men with 
whom one has shared one's bed.  Yet I did it gladly, and would do it a 
thousand times again, to escape the rule of men and be mistress of my own 
fate on the high seas.

"That ship, my pretty little popinjay, was this one, and for these seven 
years we have sailed it, women alone, spreading terror of our sex on the 
high seas, reclaiming treasure stolen from women by all the means that men 
have at their disposal-- pimping, inheritance, marriage-- and allowing 
ourselves to take the shapes that please us, and not just what pleases those 
vain, silly roosters known as men of society and standing."

I was just about to try to show some aspect of my feeling for her when she 
suddenly stopped her remembrances and turned brusque toward me.  "On this 
ship, therefore, there is only one law-- what I say it is!  And of breaking 
that law, you are found guilty, Miss Esme Winterblossom, and I sentence you 
to twenty lashes, which punishment to be executed tomorrow morning at eight 
bells.  Take `er away!" she shouted, and, oh wretched fate, before I could 
show her my admiration and willingness, I was hauled away again, nude and 
most disheartened, Dear Diarie, to suffer the punishments of this hellbound 
ship.

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