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Subject: {ASSM} The Sapphic Pirate Miranda, Part the Fourth (sub-part B) (FF, BBW, MF, exhib) 
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The Sapphic Pirate Miranda, Part the Fourth (sub-part B) (FF, BBW, MF, 
exhib)

By Joris K. Huysmans

In Which The Lady Esme Winterblossom, Having Escaped With Her Constant 
Companion Amelia From The Debauched Vessel Of The Sapphic Pirate Miranda, 
And Having Landed On The Island of St. Roger, Is Kept In Captivity For Want 
Of A Friend, Until She Finds One


July 11, 17--

Dearest Friend Diarie,

That last was indeed, as you may have gathered, written whilst we were kept 
in a jail-- or so they called it, though it was scarcely more than a filthy 
hole with an iron door.  At first Amelia and I thought all our troubles were 
over when the lieutenant beckoned us to his table.  We made ourselves 
friendly with him, and he seemed to respond well to our flirtations.

But once I leaned over to his ear and told him the real message I had hoped 
to communicate, that we were escapees from the ship of the Sapphic Pirate 
Miranda, with knowledge of Miranda's planned raid upon the island, he turned 
white as a sheet and with the aid of a couple of his fellows, hustled us out 
of the tavern and to the fort.

We were made to wait an eternity while arguing went on over our presence and 
purpose.  I must admit that I grew increasingly apprehensive as I caught 
snippets of their heated conversation-- it seemed that there was an idea 
that we might be spies of Miranda's, sent on a reconnaisance mission.  It 
was apparently taken as evidence for this view the fact that we had so 
readily shewn ourselves lewdly at the tavern-- "Only a member of Miranda's 
depraved crew would have taken to such behavior at the first instant," I 
heard someone say.  Well!  Put yourself in our position, landing on an 
island full of soldiers late at night, and finding a tavern where the 
entertainment was of that nature-- what's a girl to do?

In any case, the argument eventually ended and over our tremendous protests 
we were forced into the brig and the door closed upon us.  Amelia and I 
could do little but hold one another and wait for sleep to take our cares 
away until the morning.

In the morning we were given some foul swill to eat, which we ate 
nevertheless, but our attempts to demand release or at least a chance to 
plead our case were ignored, and we were left there for some further hours.

At last our door opened and we were ushered out of the cell and to a small 
chamber.  A finely-dressed lady, of perhaps 50 years, on the plump side, but 
well kept and most kindly of face, sat at a small table.  We were directed 
to the other side and ordered to sit down.  The guard stood at attention 
along the wall but the lady said, "Sergeant, I'm sure these girls pose no 
threat.  Please step outside."

"Orders, ma'am, were to watch `em closely," the sergeant said.

"The other side of that door will serve just as well," she said firmly, and 
the sergeant, bested, stepped out and pulled the door to.

She looked at us kindly and took the hand of each of us.  "My dear 
children," she said.  "How you must have suffered!"

"Indeed, m'lady, we have been most cruelly treated when all we wished to do 
was warn the soldiers of a peril facing this island," I said.

"You're not a servant girl, are you," she said to me.

"No, my lady," I said.  "I am Miss Esme Winterblossom, and I was traveling 
to the West Indies to live with my mother's brother when our ship was most 
savagely attacked by the pirate Miranda and I was taken prisoner."

"How very dreadful," the lady said.  "And you..."

"This is Amelia; she is a servant girl taken captive as well.  I don't know 
what I would have done without her friendship, her very close friendship," I 
said.  Amelia merely nodded, being too timid to speak to her ladyship after 
our ordeal, I suppose.

"I see," said the lady.  "I'm sure on a ship like Miranda's, where every 
form of debauchery is routinely practiced, it was a great consolation to 
have a... friend."

"Yes, my lady," I said.  "There was little consolation for us on that ship, 
except what tender kindnesses we could furnish each other.  At night."

"Indeed," the lady said, and as she suddenly became a bit flushed, she took 
a fan from her sleeve and began to cool herself.  "I feel certain that you 
are of good hearts," she said, standing.  "To atone for your early treatment 
here, I should like to invite you both to dine at the governor's house.  
Dear me, I forgot to introduce myself!  I am Lady Persephone Primhorne, and 
my husband, Sir Joseph Primhorne, is the governor of this island.  I will 
see that fresh clothes and a wash basin are brought to you, and we look 
forward to your company tonight," and she seemed to breathe a little more 
quickly all of a moment, "when I do hope you will tell us more about what 
you have endured as the prisoners of the fabled Miranda."

*  *  *

July 12, 17--

Dear Diarie,

That evening we were taken in our new clothes to the governor and his lady's 
home.  To be honest, an error was made in choosing our new clothes, as in 
both cases the garments were rather small, forcing us to protrude our busts 
from the top, and showing off a goodly amount of our legs.

But the kindness shewn throughout the meal by the lord and lady impressed us 
greatly, the meal consisting of most expertly prepared food as well as a 
great deal of champagne and port, and Sir Joseph listened most intently as I 
explained that Miranda's plan was to raid the rum warehouses on the north 
side of the island, and that his best countermeasure would be to move as 
many ships and troops as possible to that side, where he might repel the 
attack and perhaps even capture Miranda herself.

After dinner he excused himself to communicate this knowledge to his staff, 
and we ladies retired to the sitting room. Lady Persephone took a place 
between Amelia and myself on the divan.  "So it must have been very 
difficult for a young lady such as yourself, Esme-- if the rumors we hear 
about the goings-on aboard Miranda's ship are true," said Lady Persephone.

"I am certain that the rumors are but a small part of the dreadful truth," I 
said.

"It must have been quite shocking, being the object of desire of so many 
rapacious pirates," she continued, and she put her hand on my knee in 
sympathy.

"It is a sad fact," said I, "that one is forced to choose between one's 
life, and giving into the debauched desires of those stronger than you.  
And... well, we are alive."

"Oh you poor dears," said Lady Persephone, and she kissed me on the cheek, 
and then, not wishing Amelia to feel left out, did the same to her.  "I know 
that you cannot be blamed for your deeds in such circumstances.  But how 
fortunate that you have each other."

"Yes, to find consolation in each others' arms when nowhere else is kindness 
to be found," said I.

Lady Persephone appeared thoughtful for a moment, and then said, almost 
tentatively, "I have often been curious, as to the manner in which Sapphic 
love is performed.  One reads so much about it in the Ancients, yet the 
details are always omitted," she said, blushing again.

There was silence for a moment.  "Perhaps we could give a demonstration, my 
lady," Amelia volunteered, and Lady Persephone clapped her hands together 
enthusiastically.  "That would be most appreciated," she said.  "I am 
certain, that as long as it is only a demonstration for knowledge's sake, it 
cannot be wrong."

We exchanged places on the divan and Amelia and I began to kiss, a long slow 
kiss in which we took care to show our tongues plunging into the other's 
mouth.  At the same time we rubbed each other's breasts, and I noticed that 
as I unbuttoned Amelia's, a hand behind my back also loosened my own gown.

I lowered my mouth to one of Amelia's teats and began to suck the fat thumb 
of a nipple, mashing the huge round globes around my face.  At the same time 
Amelia's hand ran up my thigh and began to rub against my mound, and I 
moaned softly.

I soon had Amelia's top completely off, exposing her large, dangling breasts 
and her round pepperpot belly, and behind me Lady Persephone undid the last 
of my laces and let my bodice slide off, revealing my much smaller breasts.  
I grabbed one of her hands and placed it onto my breast, and I heard her 
moan as she kneaded it and Amelia moved her plump breast against her 
Ladyship's hand as well.

She seemed almost overwhelmed by the sensation and so we got up and moved to 
either side of her.  Removing her powdered wig so that her own hair tumbled 
down, then stroking her round cheeks, we began to kiss her on the lips while 
feeling her large breasts inside her fine silk garments.  Amelia lifted one 
of her breasts to her Ladyship's lips and she took the nipple into her 
mouth, sucking it whilst I undid her laces in back.  In a moment we had 
opened her dress, allowing her heavy, hanging mams to spill out.  I sucked 
at one and Amelia took the other as her ladyship's head rolled back, eyes 
shut, in the transports of delight.

I heard a noise behind us and glancing over at one of the portraits on the 
wall I saw that the eyes had a most unusually Realistic quality-- as if real 
eyes were behind them.  I winked at the portrait and decided we ought to 
give it a real show.  I stood Amelia up and we threw off the rest of our 
clothes, standing there in the altogether, me tall and lean, Amelia short 
and round.  Then we pulled her ladyship up and removed her remaining 
garments as well, as we did so rubbing our hands over every stretch of her 
voluptuous body. I held her plump dangling breasts, licking at them, and 
rubbing her sagging belly, while Amelia ran her hands over her pear-shaped 
hips and bottom, sliding a hand between her thick thighs.  She must have 
found moistness within, for her hand extended well inside her ladyship's 
nether regions, and her ladyship seemed to be quite overwhelmed by the 
sensation.

Clothes removed, we led her back to the divan and laid her on it halfway 
down, spreading her legs in front of the portrait.  As my tongue soon 
discovered, her ladyship's pussy had grown quite moist and warm in the last 
few minutes, and I lapped at her velvety wetness eagerly, holding on to her 
ample bottom as it writhed with my ministrations.  Above me her ladyship and 
Amelia kissed and licked at each other's large breasts.

"Oh! I must drink of your Sapphic nectar!" cried Lady Persephone to Amelia, 
and so we next rearranged ourselves so that Amelia was lying on the divan, 
whilst her ladyship, with her Fanny in the air, took her first lap of 
Amelia's puss.  I could not tell if this was a novel experience for her or 
not, for she took to it quite eagerly, squeezing Amelia's plump breasts as 
she thrust her tongue and lips deep into her cunny.

Presented with her ladyship's behind, I licked at it again, running my 
tongue along not only the sleek canal of her cunny, but to the wrinkled hole 
of her bottom.  That produced a particular squeal, and she soon had Amelia's 
own large bottom up in the air and spread apart while her ladyship licked at 
her hole.  As I continued pressing my tongue against that place, I slipped 
two fingers inside her ladyship's slippery pussy, then a third, and finally 
began forcing my entire hand inside, something which both the ample size of 
her pussy and that of my delicate hand made possible.  As I fucked her from 
behind with my hand, her broad bottom riding my arm with the vigor of a 
racehorse, jiggling with each thrust, Amelia screamed with the Tingle, and 
it was not long before her ladyship, concentrating on her own pleasure, also 
felt that most delicious sensation, before collapsing in a heap, her lips 
pressed to Amelia's dripping mons veneris.

After a moment I whispered to Lady Persephone that I knew someone was 
watching us from the portrait; seeing that I was amused rather than feeling 
violated, we concocted a plan.  We moved over to the sideboard which sat 
under the portrait, and placed Amelia directly in front of it, while her 
ladyship and I began kissing her neck and back.  Surely it was quite a view 
for Sir Joseph on the other side, gazing directly into Amelia's capacious 
bosom.  We worked our way down to Amelia's buttocks until we were out of 
view, and then the two of us crept away whilst Amelia still pretended to be 
receiving our ministrations.

We reached the panel which opened to the secret passageway, and Lady 
Persephone threw it open.  There, startled, stood Sir Joseph, his breeches 
around his ankles and his willy in his hands.  He turned as scarlet as a 
lobster as we laughed at having found him in the state of a randy stable 
boy, but his anger and embarassment were soon abated when two naked females 
took his hands and led him, shuffling, out of the secret passageway and into 
the sitting room.

In a moment we had him stripped and laying on the couch.  Now, it must be 
said that I have not had the experience with men that I have gained in 
Sapphic love during these past few weeks, but even by the standards of the 
few village lads with whom I'd played games of Tickle-Me-Bum and 
Kiss-the-Salamander, the pudgy and somewhat grayed Sir Joseph possessed a 
cock that seemed... well... rather Phlegmatic, like its owner.  Amelia 
clearly wanted nothing to do with it, and seemed a bit dismayed that I would 
even consider touching it.  But her ladyship and I knelt before him, and she 
licked his cock as if it were a lolly, and I did the same, while Amelia 
contented herself with rubbing her round breasts against her ladyship's 
bottom, and petting her pussy.

It was not long at sucking his cock and letting our tongues play together 
before Sir Joseph erupted with his Seed, which her ladyship caught upon her 
tongue.  She held out her tongue, coated with the white effluvium, and I 
stuck out my own, which her mouth grasped upon, sliding the ejaculate into 
my mouth as if it were an oyster.  We each swallowed, and then turned back 
to kissing one another, as I rubbed her large drooping breasts and Sir 
Joseph, goggle-eyed, simply stared at us.

Lady Persephone pushed me back on the Chinese rug and spread my legs apart, 
licking at my sopping cunny.  I motioned to Amelia and she came over to me, 
placing her large soft bum over my face.  I licked at her most familiar and 
welcome pussy as Lady Persephone, clumsily but with increasing skill, licked 
at mine.  As Amelia bounced on my face Sir Joseph attempted to grab hold of 
one of her large boobies but she pushed his hand away.  Instead he caressed 
his wife's bottom while she supped at my wet pussy, watching intently 
through his pince-nez at the way in which her tongue separated my folds and 
dove inside.

Within a few moments, evidently to his own surprise, Sir Joseph found his 
mast a-rising again, and he thrust it into his wife's cunny from behind as 
she lapped at my puss, and the two of them fucked excitedly, turning 
beet-red and wheezing from the exertion, while I drank of Amelia's delicious 
cunny and caressed her vast round bottom on my face.  It was only a minute 
or two more of this before I had my own Tingle, following which Sir Joseph 
let roar a loud "Huzzah!" and shot his seed within Lady Persephone.  When 
all was done, the four of us sank exhaustedly back upon the divan, savoring 
the memories of our labors.

Before I went to bed I heard Sir Joseph give orders that the warehouses on 
the north of the island be heavily reinforced against Miranda's attack, and 
saw for myself that the three ships under his authority were preparing to 
set sail for that port, with all but a token force of the island's command 
aboard them.  Sir Joseph's second in command questioned whether that small 
force would be sufficient to guard the encampment on this side in the event 
Miranda should strike here, and I heard him say something about gold and 
ammunition stores, but Sir Joseph assured him that the intelligence he had 
about Miranda's plans was unimpeachable; every available hand must be put to 
guarding the north of the island.

It was almost two in the morning when I snuck out and made my way to the 
bell tower.  No one saw me as I climbed the tower with the lantern.  
Precisely at two I lit it, covered it, showed it again, covered it, and 
showed it a third time.  Then I quickly clambered back down and returned to 
the bed, where Amelia's plump warm form, smelling of our amorous activities, 
lay curled so delightfully.

"I have signaled Miranda," I whispered to her as I nuzzled her neck and she 
rubbed her behind against me contentedly.  "Tomorrow night, she will raid 
the south and seize all the gold and treasure while those fools guard a few 
barrels of rum on the north of the island.  And then we shall be back among 
our sisters, our Sapphic pirate sisters, Amelia my love."

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