The Pirate Queens (F+/F+) - Films 11 & 12 (Complete)

[AlexUSA3]

The Pirate Queens

Ahoy there! I’m Mary-Ann Voisin, the dominatrix extraordinaire who owns the famous bondage studio, Maddy Tied her, which focuses on making films that are plot-based and brutal on the bondage. Stories like The Nurse’s Abduction are good examples of what I do. They are a little longer, but we don’t usually take photos either. Instead, we make a storyline where it would be typical to see bondage and then up the bondage to a higher intensity. The worst nudity that you will normally find in my films is breast exposure. Elements like foot fetish, breathplay, and tickling are featured prominently in my films, and most of the models are real world friends of mine.

For this story, we were on-site in St. Petersburg, Florida, during FetishCon. A wealthy fan of my studio offered to let me rent his yachts at a bargain price since he was going to be docked in the city that week anyway. We saw this as a good opportunity for a vacation and worked out a plan to travel down for 3 days of filming. In this film, there will be the usual elements of breathplay and foot worship, but there will also be implied execution in this film. Don’t worry; no one was truly harmed. It’s all make believe. Those girls marked with an * are those lovely damsels who came to the industry via juvenile detention thanks to my friend, Hannah Larsson, and are known as “The Bondagettes of Pod F.” Enjoy this tale!

Featuring	As	Rank	Ship
Mary-Ann Voisin*	Maddy Vee	Captain	Butterbun
Kylie Svensson*	Star Blue	First Mate	Butterbun
Alexandra Watkins	Kaci-Lee Masters	Secretary & Torture Expert	Butterbun
Destiny Reilly*	Destiny Child	Navigator	Butterbun
Joyce Verdi	Annie Oakes	Captain’s Advisor	Butterbun
Hannah Jones*	Sarah Johnson	Chef	Butterbun
Emilia Albuquerque	Teresa Perez	Crew Member	Butterbun
Nichole Peterson	Paulina Oliveira	Crew Member	Butterbun
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Hannah Larsson*	Karina Nilsson	Captain	Bedesem
Kendra Gentry*	Penny Nichols	First Mate	Bedesem
Taylor Zawislak*	Julia Pulaski	Secretary	Bedesem
Ashley Calland*	Genevieve Badeaux	Navigator	Bedesem
Michela Palmeri*	Lucille Rossi	Captain’s Advisor	Bedesem
Madison Hill*	Hilary Knoll	Chef	Bedesem
Bridget Anderson*	Jessica Sanders	Crew Member & Torture Expert	Bedesem
Mackenzie Schaefer*	Nichole Shockman	Crew Member	Bedesem

The Pirate Queen Film 1: The First Kidnappings
Thursday, August 8, 2019

What better place for a band of pirates to land during the summer of 2019 than in St. Petersburg, Florida? What better place to go marauding and to attempt to take down their rivals. “Queens” are how they fancy themselves, 21st century pirate queens. Picture it: muskets, swords, Ford E350 vans, sleek modern ships, bandanas, and jewelry.

“Unhand me!” snarled Genevieve, the most dangerous crew member of the Bedesem.
“Look. I’m sick of your attitude, so I’m stuffing my hose in your big mouth. I’ve been wearing those ALL day long, and they will not taste good for even one freaking second,” my navigator Destiny warned her before jamming the stockings in her mouth, “That is soooooooo satisfying.”
“MMMMMM!” Genevieve wailed before duct tape finished off her big mouth.
“You’re coming with us, babe,” Destiny gave her a hard spank on the butt.
“If she’s here,” crew member Sarah Johnson spoke, “perhaps there are others we can kidnap.”
“Good thinking!” Kaci-Lee, my secretary, agreed, “Let’s have a look around.”

They had been merciless on Genevieve, tying her up like a sausage and then some. They used a fine yardage of chains, cuffs, and padlocks to tie her up. Irish-8 cuffs secured her ankles, wrists, and elbows, and chain bound her thighs. More chains pinned her arms to her waist. This pirate in particular had mixed the pirate style with the 21st century. Knee-high black leather boots, a solid black bandana headband, a black pirate style knee-skirt, and a pink frilly blouse gave her a vibe that blended well. Like all navigators, she had a blue bandana wristband. Cute girl. No? I don't care about your opinion. The pink pantyhose was a perfect little touch as well and now quite visible since her kidnappers took off her boots. Extraordinarily strong and having shoulder length straight brown hair, capturing this one was a major victory for me and my crew.

As Kaci-Lee and Sarah were marauding alongside my personal chef, Paulina, they talked in quiet whispers and pointed a lot. They knew someone else had to be nearby because pirates never go alone on shore leave. Sure enough, they rounded a corner, and, across the street, noticed a girl with yellow clothing headed their way. They knew they'd made a big catch and hid themselves from the unsuspecting future damsel-in-distress.

Lucille was no ordinary crew member. She was the captain’s girlfriend and lover albeit without making a significant contribution except perhaps as an advisor. Rumors abound that Lucille was a tough pirate queen in her own day in a faraway place but that she stepped aside when she fell in love with her present pirate queen and saw her lover's superior abilities. She wore a camouflage wristband as a sign of her former captaincy.

The approaching girl was the only pirate on either ship who was dressed in 21st century garb top to bottom. A pale yellow bandana headband, a tight pale yellow denim mini-skirt, brown control top pantyhose, white pumps, and a cream button-up three-quarter sleeve blouse with pale green pinstripes were her outfit, and she looked sweet in it too. Her natural Mediterranean complexion was matched by her wavy shoulder-length brown hair. Pirate Queen Karina was going to be so ticked off when she learned her girlfriend had been kidnapped by my crew.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sarah fearlessly stepped in front of Lucille.
“Sarah Johnson. Fancy meeting you here, punk,” Lucille coldly stated and turned to walk away.
“Now wait a second,” she took Lucille by the arm, “I didn’t say you could walk away from me!”
“Let go of me!” the now wide-eyed girl shoved Sarah away from her, “Leave me alone!”
“C’mon, girls! Let’s show this girl which vessel rules the Tampa Bay!”
“The Butterbun is the superior ship!” Paulina said before gagging Lucille.

The fancy gag was a 2.5 inch orange Chuck-It dog ball through the holes of which Paulina had passed a black bandana. She knotted the bandana without any mercy. Sarah worked on a tight and effective boxtie with a breast harness and an underskirt crotch rope. Kaci-Lee tied her legs in four places, working the ankle bonds into the heels of the pumps. In just a few minutes, my crew had a second captive in the back of the van. There were hearty cheers of congratulations for each other, naturally, but they knew the heartest ones would be those from their captain. Ah, this is a fine crew of which a captain can indeed be proud.

Lucille kicked mightily and glared at Sarah Johnson, who casually sat on her lap as if her actions had been perfectly normal. Destiny had had her way with Genevieve and boasted of the things she did while the other three were out kidnapping Lucille. She boasted of the spankings, most of all, as those were her favorite, and forcing the now hog-chained Genevieve to smell her feet. My crew included those two darlings, Destiny and Sarah, who loved feet in a bizarre, likable way.

As the van drove along, Sarah gently stroked the soles of both girl’s feet with the tips of her long fingernails. OK, they weren’t that long, but they were long enough that she didn’t touch them with her finger tips. Quiet giggles were forced from the damsels-in-distress who preferred they be left alone so they could try to struggle and escape. Alas, the big Lucille was quite a helpless thing, and the strong Ashley had been overpowered.

Drool poured off the ball that gagged Lucille. The prettiest girl of them all was the best example of a damsel-in-distress to be found in this little story because she looked nothing like a pirate and more like a corporate secretary. I bet she wished she’d chosen to be a corporate secretary instead of choosing to continue marauding the seas as Captain Karina’s lover and closest advisor.

“Why won't yeh make me a fine meal?” back on the ship, I interrogated another captive.
“I ain't loyal to yeh!” the bound blonde courageously retorted, “Screw yerself!”
“So, yeh know me reputation, eh? Know I ne’er kill a soul? Do yeh?”
“I heard the rumors,” she smirked at me despite her blindfold, “I ain’t a fool even if a chef.”
“I’ll break her yet,” I muttered to myself while eyeing her out of the corner of my left.
“No you won’t,” this blonde really thought she held all the cards when she was the one tied up.

I did what anyone else would have done: I put the head harness ball gag back in her mouth. Hee hee heeee! Take that you blindfolded bound blonde bondage babe! Hilary was one tough cookie for a girl who held an unimportant position within her ship’s crew. Then again, a chef had to be a trustworthy girl, as shown by my own choice in Sarah Johnson.

Hilary was no longer in her own clothes having been captured by my crew some weeks before in a different altercation. She instead wore the uniform of all my captives and slaves: black pants, a lavender pocket t-shirt, a lavender bandana she wore as a headband, black socks, and black ankle boots. It was an excellent lineup.

More excellent was her bondage. She was seated in a typical wooden chair, and ropes bound her arms to the sides of the chair back. A harness and waist rope secured her back to the back of the chair. Her ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs were also tied. The blindfold was a blue bandana, and the harness had a bright green ball.

When the captive is a pain in the butt, you take out the spin brushes, both the small and big sizes, in order to show her who is boss. I sit down on the floor in front of her, turn on the brush, and go to work tickling her feet with the ruthlessness of a true pirate even if a kinky 21st century version of a pirate. I never formally introduced you to my crew. The highest ranking of those four marauders was of course the navigator, Kaci-Lee, a lovely blonde girl with a silken headscarf she wrapped into the strands of her braid. She had a red shirt with sufficient cleavage, a black vest, rolled-up black trousers, and red heels. It was a nice blend of both the past and the present, if you ask me. Despite the heels, she wore a pair of black crew socks.

Destiny Child was a darker girl whose Sicilian maternity hearkened back to the great medieval pirates of the Mediterranean. She was a fierce girl with a red skirt that came past her knees but was tied up one side. Her black blouse had a plunging V neck, and her kerchief bandana was a nice advertisement for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Both arms had a dozen or so bangles while she wore black high heels and matching pantyhose. Her long brown hair flew like her attitude, and her hoop earrings reflected light from a mile away. About her neck were a half dozen gaudy necklaces. As navigator, she wore a blue bandana wristband.

Sarah Johnson was perhaps the most 21st century of my crew, looking more like Lucille than one of a pirate crew. Perhaps that is why I banished her to the galley. She had a darker complexion I heard hearkened back to Prince Henry the Navigator, but she didn’t inherit the navigational skills of her forefather and could get you lost in a grocery store. She had a pink and purple plaid knee skirt, a matching purple V-neck blouse, and pink slip-on shoes. A black bandana was tied around her hair, which had strands of pink highlights, to hold it in a ponytail behind her head. Amethyst stud earrings were nice, but her necklace was quite stunning with its matching purple gem, a gift from her grandmother. The Portuguese does show, however, in her scrumptious cooking. A pink wristband designated her as an ordinary crew member.

Paulina Oliveira was perhaps the most dangerous of the lot, for she carried a shank at all times to be ready to attack if needed by one side and a deadly musket by the other. Trust this girl for two seconds or less, for she is a snake. The outfit should have been a warning call alone with a blue camouflage bandana kerchief, a navy blue miniskirt, a white curved-neck long-sleeve shirt with navy polka dots, white pantyhose, and white canvas sneakers being her outfit. Hoop earrings are a staple of pirate outfits. You know she’s the chef by her red wristband.

As I was switching from the tooth brush to a larger spinbrush is when my crew returned with the two captives. Both were brought aboard the ship and straight to the officer’s quarters where the torture was taking place. As soon as I saw sweet Lucille and fierce Genevieve enter the room, I stopped what I was doing. Don’t worry; there will be more tickling to make up for this. I’m too addicted to tickle torture to let this be a deterrent to me.

“MMMM!” both captives now had Kaci-Lee’s socks held against their noses by pink bandanas.
“So, this is what we have, eh? Well, well, well! I bet Karina misses you!”
“MMMMMMM!” Lucille stomped the ground as fiercely as she could in her bondage.
“Kaci, take Lucille to the crew quarters. The fluorescent lighting will provide better photos!”
“Aye, aye, captain. I will record these captures in my logs as well,” she said and obeyed.
“So, you’re Genevieve, right? What a catch!” I looked into the brunette’s fiery eyes.
“She was a catch indeed. The four of us took her together,” Paulina’s eyes sparkled brightly.
“Sarah, Destiny, if you would like, keep her tied as is. We’ll go to the mess for a little game of cards to decide which of us three, or Star, gets to enjoy tormenting her tonight. Paulina, go help Kaci-Lee; she will need the assistance in photographing that girl.”
“Aye, aye, captain!” Paulina took her leave.
“Well, Destiny, help me with this chair. Sarah, take Genevieve. Let’s go meet Star Blue.”

With that, with both captives wailing and screaming, we took the captives out of this room. Here on this ship, we don’t gamble for money, but for the rights to torture captives! You shall see how we conduct our gambling on this ship.

There be more to come, me maties!
END OF FILM 1

[LunaDog]

AHOY THERE! Very interesting and enjoyable.

[harveygasson]

Loved it! Great setting and idea.

[AlexUSA3]

AHOY THERE! Very interesting and enjoyable.

I hope so. There will be lots of bondage-related hi-jinks happening aboard these vessels.

Loved it! Great setting and idea.

I thought it'd be fun to write a story with all the stereotypical elements but none of the weight of real danger.

[AlexUSA3]

The Pirate Queens Film 2: Bondage Poker
Thursday, August 8, 2019

“Deal the cards, Star; it be poker night,” I ordered my first mate as I sat at the booth.
“Well, well, Captain, I believe it be best if we restrict access to the ship then,” Star responded.
“All right, folks, let's see who's going to be a star,” Destiny laughed, “Or destined for spanking.”
“Very funny!” I looked at my navigator, who had an innocent smirk on her face.
“The dealer takes this one,” she says with confidence.
“We’ll see about that one, blondie,” Destiny sits down and takes her cards and a beer bottle.

Across from me sat two pirates of different character, and I’ll tell you about the third as well. A truer poker face couldn’t be found besides Star’s. She could hold a royal flush and look the same as if she were holding nice paper. I don’t know how she did it. Destiny was never obvious when her cards were good, but when her cards were junk she usually would talk more than usual. Last of all, Paulina was the one with no poker face whatsoever; one glance at her face told you all of her guards, including the color and value. I can’t speak for myself directly, but Star once told me that it was usually obvious if I had something decent but only for a brief flash before I’d regain my composure and resume a more proper poker face. No offense to the fireplace pokers.

“I’ll see your spanks and raise you 2 tit pinches,” Destiny held up two fingers and moved chips.
“I’ll raise you 3 bursts of foot worship,” Star continued while Paulina sat down with us.
“I’m out,” I put down my cards, “Good luck to you.”
“Lay ‘em down, toots,” Destiny folded up her arms.
“A full house of aces and jacks,” Star smiled, “The dealer took this one.”
“F-ck you! You’re a f-ckin’ cheatin’ b-tch, and ya know it!” the New Yorker fired up.
“Sit down and shut up!” I ordered her, and Destiny shook her head and sat down.
“So, Genevieve, right?” Kylie turned to the captive, “You’re smelling my feet for fifty seconds, getting ten spanks, and enduring 6 nipple twists. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

The metal bondage guaranteed that Genevieve could not escape. The cuffs and chain were stiff and strict, and she was red faced from the combined anger and struggling. This girl was known as being one of the strongest and most dangerous female pirates on all the seas. We would keep her in the tightest, strongest, and most extreme bondages to ensure she didn’t escape, because she supposedly could tie up a weaker girl like Paulina while warding off another attacker at the same time, overpowering both as a result despite being outnumbered.

For the next 50 seconds, Destiny held the captive by the hair and forced her to sniff Star Blue’s smelly feet, especially the soles of her feet. Star enjoyed having her feet sniffed even if not like Destiny and Sarah enjoyed it; Destiny enjoyed the forcing part more than Star enjoyed having a girl sniffing her feet. Then came the mixed agony of the spanks and twists, which were done in spite of Genevieve’s shirt. It was only so easy because Genevieve clearly wasn’t wearing a bra or any other sort of breast protection. We each won games, and so we got to take turns with the torture of the hostage, who showed no signs of breaking even after Paulina joined us along with Lucille. We were happy pirates all enjoying ourselves in this cozy part of the ship.

“Captain!” Kaci-Lee burst into the room,”Those b-stards on the Bedesem nabbed Annie!”
“Why I’ll garrot them all if they harm a hair of her head!” I knock my chair over when I stand.
“Captain, we’ve got numbers,” Destiny said with confidence, “Don't sweat it. Keep playing.”
“But we need to save her,” I looked at the wise but brash one while reading the hostage text.
“We won't save her tonight or even tomorrow. Karina won't kill a good hostage.”
“Alas, ye be right,” I groaned and sat back down to the card game.

How modern we were! We didn’t have pigeons fly with messages attached to their legs or shoot arrows we stabbed through a folded piece of paper. No! Our secretaries texted our threats to the other ship’s secretary or, for a real “nanny-nanny-boo-boo,” send the threat by email! Oh, ho ho! We are modern pirates indeed who sail these modern seas.

There was a restaurant style booth, and we now crowded into it with Genevieve, still hogtied, on the floor behind Paulina, who sat on a folding chair. I sat to Paulina’s left, and going around the U, it was then Hilary, Destiny, Lucille, and Star, who was across from me. It was spacious, but it was still a booth. It was very advantageous for keeping an eye on the captives.

Lucille made lots of noise and gag talk, drooling all over herself without concern. Sarah Johnson and Kaci-Lee were out enjoying the humid night, the moonlight, and the city light while keeping an eye out for potential dangers. With the capture of Annie, all of my crew was on board, so we put out a short ways, during which time Destiny’s place in the booth was usurped by Paulina.

“All right, lock them up in boxes for the night,” I ordered, “Make sure they’re bound safely since a dead captive is useless, but make sure they can’t escape too easily either.”

We would deal with forcing them into slave uniforms the next morning after we were refreshed and had sunlight by which we could enjoy humiliating them by making them strip and change right on the deck before resuming the interrogations. I was confident that Genevieve was secure and safe in her bondage; in fact, my crew did quite a good job.

“I’m worried about Annie,” Sarah confided to me, “You know she’s my friend as well.”
“Yes, Sarah, we’re all worried about Annie, but Destiny’s right. Go to sleep.”

END OF FILM 2

The Pirate Queens Film 3: Annie's in Trouble
Thursday, August 8, 2019

Meanwhile, on the Bedesem, Annie sucked on a penis gag while sitting on a chair. Ropes bound her up like a fine roast, with her wrists tied crossed behind her and her elbows secured as best as she could handle. A breast harness and a waist and crotch rope pinioned her arms. Her legs were tied four times, two on each segment. It was a tight bondage indeed. Around her neck was a black leather collar to which a chain was padlocked.

This pirate was a hybrid of styles with a tan bandana headband, a brown ruffled miniskirt, beige fishnet stockings, beige slip-on shoes, and a frilly brown long-sleeve shirt. About her neck were a series of simple, shiny necklaces, and numerous bracelets lined her arms. A beige leather vest was hanging loosely about her arms after being unbuttoned by her kidnappers. Hairpins held the bandana in place for her anytime she wore one.

“Will you talk?!” asked Jessica Sanders, the torture expert of the Bedesem’s crew.
“Nmm mmm,” the scowling Annie Oakes shook her head.
“Then perhaps a night in the bird cage will make you change your attitude.”
“MMMMMM!” she shook her head, making her dark blonde hair shine in the night.
“All right then,” the brightly colored pirate laughed at her captive, “You will suffer mightily!”
“GMMMM!”

Annie had no choice but to obey on account of the collar attached to the chain in Jessica’s hand, a leash if you will. She had to hop just as Jessica wished, all the while the other pirates berated her and harassed her as their captive. As she hopped by them, they would reach out to grab her breasts, tickle her, or even punt her in the rear. The permanently erect manhood in her mouth did not give her a break, either, and was not, she felt, comparable to the real deal.

The bird cage was an oversized cage that could fit a girl up to basketball player size, but it wasn’t spacious for sure! It had a 22 inch diameter, or 70 inch circumference, with 0.5 inch vertical bars every 10 inches around the circumference with the door accounting for 20 inches of it. The lines in the horizontal were about 0.5 inches wide as well and separated by about 6 inches. It was into this that Annie was jammed, and three padlocks secured the door with the neck chain secured to the top of the dome at the top of the cage.

“Let’s see you get out of this, hmmm?” Jessica taunted her, “If tomorrow’s torture doesn’t force a word out of you, then we’ll maybe put you in here to roast for a while. I once fried an egg in that cozy little shack,” then she blew Annie a kiss, “Good night, my sweet.”
“MMMMM!” she growled back at the girl in the bright green bandana headband.
“See you tomorrow,” Jessica was quite the arrogant individual, now wasn’t she?

Annie groaned loudly and struggled against the ropes. Any ropes had to be escapable, at least in her mind. In fact, it was being kidnapped, held for ransom, and escaping how she first became a part of my crew. She escaped while we were far out to sea and couldn’t get off the vessel, and I offered to let her join my crew. She had once been a part of Lucille’s crew as well as other pirate crews, all of whom rejected her on account of her lack of strength despite having a genius mind for the ways of the sea. We grew to become real friends, and she became an advisor I could trust in all circumstances.

Annie shimmied, struggled, and moaned, drooling because of the permanently erect manhood in her mouth. She never panicked despite her understandable and justified anger, especially against the sardonic, arrogant Jessica Sanders. Part of her wanted to choke her tormentor with that green bandana, part of her wanted to torture her for revenge, and another part of her wanted just to toss Jessica into the sea and watch a shark come along for an easy lunch.

Crossed wrist ties were the most difficult, in Annie’s mind, but she had escaped them in the past and would not let anything deter her this time either. She just wanted to get out of here, steal her kidnapper’s skiff, and get back to her own vessel. She knew she could do it, but she never knew how much time she would need to escape a given situation. Sometimes, on my vessel, she would ask to be tied up so she could practice and keep her skills sharp in case of a situation like this.

Out came her hands. Now, inside the crowded cage, the girl had to extract herself from the other ropes that bound her, including that harness and the leg ropes. The elbow rope was a bit difficult as well because of the brilliant cinching that Captain Karina had personally done to her. It took a fair amount of time, but eventually Annie got all the ropes off. Then came the purpose of those hairpins: to pick locks. She freed herself from the collar and then silently opened the cage.

Now free, Annie gently stepped onto the deck, glad she had worn slip-ons. There was a nearby small beach in case swimming was necessary, but she figured she wouldn’t have to resort to such measures. The gangway appeared to be where she could open it and escape before being caught. She was as silent as a mouse as she stepped out onto the deck of the ship.

“And where do you think you’re going?” she heard the voice of Jessica Sanders cocking a gun.
“Ummmm…”
“Strip to your underwear” the cruel girl ordered Annie to submit to humiliation tactics.
“I can’t do that,” Annie tried to defuse the situation, “I have to maintain my dignity.”
“GET THOSE CLOTHES OFF!”

END OF FILM 3
There be more to come, me maties!

[LunaDog]

Superb! Makes me wish i'd joined the navy when i was younger!

[hafnermg]

Best pirates ever!!

[AlexUSA3]

Superb! Makes me wish i'd joined the navy when i was younger!

Heh, this is more like a private navy for girls only

[AlexUSA3]

The Pirate Queens Film 4: Annie’s Suffering
Friday, August 8, 2019

“MMMMMMM!” growled at her tormentor while the sun beat down on the deck of the ship.
“Awww, is the little pirate b-tch upset with me? Too bad!” Jessica Sanders fondled her breasts.

Annie stood up in the cage on the ship, having been ignored all day in a less shady corner of the vessel while the crew went about their duties. She had her beige bandana, but her clothes were all gone besides her chocolate brown sports bra and similar panties. While she wasn’t athletic, she liked these because they hid her form, which she hid for several personal reasons. The hair pins she’d so cleverly used before had been taken away from her.

She was now cleverly zip tied instead. Her arms were box tied behind her back with five typical clear thin zips securing her arms in that position. Thick, long clear zips secured either side of her boobs. Zips of a medium thickness bound her thighs and legs in four places each, and a thin zip tied her big toes together. A lovely red 2 inch ball gag was in her mouth, and body was also tied to the back of the cage using zips. A bird cage cover shaded her and kept her from seeing what was happening around her.

There was nothing Annie could do to get out of this when Jessica was manhandling her like this. The pirate was another example of the 21st century with her bright green bandana headband, her bright blue tank-top, black leggings that were rolled up, and her bright pink athletic shorts. She was barefoot, and the only things on her personage that suggested a pirate were the numerous necklaces and rings she wore. She was quite sinister when she pulled the cover off the cage.

“I think it’s time to really force your hand!” she attached a hook to the cage.
“MMMMMM!” drool poured off the ball gag without regard for anything.
“Let’s go, my dear,” she slowly pulled the cage off the deck.
“What’s going on out here?” the first mate, Penny finally appeared, “Can’t make her talk?”
“No, so I think,” Jessica checked the zips, “A little dip in the Gulf of Mexico is needed.”
“Well, let’s hope this gets the brat sharing secrets so fast we can’t make out what she’s saying.”
“NO NO!” Annie realized the cage was now moving on a purely mechanical pulley system.
“Say good night, Annie! Ah ha ha haaaaaa!” Jessica began lowering the cage into the water.

Annie watched in horror as first the cage swung out over the water and as the water came nearer to her. This crazy pirate really was about to drown her in such a cruel manner. The water grew closer and closer until first her zipped toes got wet and the more and more disappeared under the surface of the water. She let out a piercing scream when her shoulders disappeared as well.

END OF FILM 4

The Pirate Queens Film 5: Hostages-in-Distress
Friday, August 8, 2019

“Sarah, they are fine young ladies,” I said while inspecting the boxed prisoners in the cargo hold.
“That, they are. The kind you use for a body pillow on a cold day,” she cackled.
“We use them as body pillows. Star uses them as sex toys. It’s a trade off,” I laughed with her.
“I think it’s time to give Genevieve and Lucille their slave uniforms,” Kaci-Lee shouted down.
“Ah, yes, this is a splendid idea. Sarah, the honors are yours,” I motioned towards the boxes.
“Why thank, Captain,” she politely curtsies with a natural flourish.

Sarah Johnson came to us from a brand of Southern Baptist stock as her upbringing. Thus, she knew from the youngest of ages how to be disgustingly polite to your face and a sinister snake behind your back. The pink and purple plaid knee skirt, the purple blouse, and the pink shoes were a wonderful set, and the black bandana she tied in place of a scrunchie was a cute touch. To it all, she added purple leggings that she rolled up.

She knew how to haul a girl out of the boxes without effort. Most of us pirates, no surprise, had all spent some time in the pen, and we all learned quickly that the best way to take out the anger was by bulking up. So, bulk up we did, and that made us stronger and more fearsome pirates of the most dastardly kind, the kind that would kidnap others like we’ve done.

The boxes were standard wooden crates that had been reworked to have hinged doors held shut by a series of padlocks. They were neither spacious nor comfortable, and in the past had worked well to extract confessions out of a variety of captives. It took some effort, but soon both boxes were opened with the captives standing on the ground.

“Get along with you!” Sarah forced captives Genevieve and Lucille to march up the stairs.
“HMPH!”
“Coming at you, Kaci-Lee! Get Paulina to help us as well!”
“I’ll bring my paddle,” the blonde looked down the stairwell and smiled, “The big one.”
“Ah, I like the way she thinks!” I give Sarah a pat on the head.
“MMMMMMM!” Lucille and Genevieve look at each other.

How much nicer they look in the outfits of my slaves: black pants, socks, and workboots with a lavender t-shirt and the lavender bandana, which Genevieve wore as a headband and Lucille as a headscarf. It is a wonderful outfit in which to be bound with clothesline. As captain, I took the honors of doing this, crossing their wrists and lashing them tightly, fastening their arms to their chests like I was securing them to a mast (pushing out their bosoms; it’s called a harness), tying their legs together like I was tying logs together, and irritating them by tying their arms to their waists and passing the line between their legs. Red 2 inch ball gags filled their mouths.

“Give them the rules, as my torture expert,” I said while Sarah and I held the captives.
“Now, you girls can either play nice and tell us stuff we want to know!” Kaci-Lee paddled each of them on their butts, “Or I can give you royal spanking you will not forget for a long time. I’m going to be nice and give you a chance to speak before I begin the punishments. What’ll it be to get you to talk? Spanking? Fondling? Strangulation? Hmmmmmm?”
“H-ck -ou -oth!” Genevieve snarled at both of us despite her vulnerability.
“SO IT’S YOU FIRST!” Kaci-Lee’s wrath was awakened by that attitude.
“OWWWWW!” the captive wailed immediately upon the first spank.

Kaci-Lee loves her trusty paddles, both of which are big, sturdy, and wooden. The smaller one is perfect for a sharp rap on the buttocks, and the wider one is like a miniature pizza peel. Kaci did not take such flack even from a gagged captive. No, ho ho! She was a mean dominatrix with the love of giving what she loved receiving in her private quarters, usually from Star Blue.

The paddling was intense and forced the girls to both cry out. Lucille cried out more frequently, but Genevieve winced more from the pain. Kaci-Lee was my torture expert for a good reason; it was a wonderful day when she joined my crew. There was no describing the satisfaction that she got from dishing out the interrogations aboard the Butterbun. She also understood my aim of conquering the Bedesem better than the rest of my crew.

With each of the sharp sounds, there is a wail from Lucille, who looks perfect in the uniforms the slaves all wear. The bondage accentuates her form beautifully, although it’s not as exciting as the elbow tie into which Genevieve was put for this. I am sure they’d rather be back in the boxes we use as prison cells than being interrogated by us, but interrogation is a necessity.

The ball gags are forcing them to drool and will stay in their mouths even after this is done since all the slaves have padlocked gags in their mouths at all times except when eating or drinking. It is an essential part of ensuring they remain captives, much like the shackles and weights that are locked to their ankles when they’re neither tied up nor locked in the crates.

“How about this?” Kaci-Lee twists both of Genevieve’s nipples through the fabric.
“OWWWW! GRRRRRR!” the pirate still stomps the deck with great force.
“And you, Miss Lucy?” my secretary repeats the inimical deed upon Lucille’s nipples.
“EEEEE!” she shrieks and tries to scooch away from her captor only to be dragged back.
“I’m not done with you!” the dominant girl pinches Lucille’s nose shut, “Time for the big guns!”

Kaci-Lee has a fetish for something that is always scary to me: breathplay. What she gives, like I said before, is what she likes, and nothing gets her to orgasm quite like a strangle hogtie. She is a tough cookie, and she expects them to be tough cookies as well, tying them into an incredibly tight and uncomfortable situation.

The noose is made around their throats with caution, and the rope is pulled around their ankles, going back and forth across the gap four times before it’s knotted near their neck. The clock is now on for them to surrender or die. The captives look at each other and struggle to take deep breaths, especially since Kaci-Lee worked one of the passes around their crotch ropes.

Lucille struggles and wails a lot more than Genevieve, but Genevieve is a more determined girl. They sputter a bit at points, but mostly their actions are confined to struggling and wailing. The captives are both quite loud, to be fair, but the constricted airway diminishes their volume. It’s a date with death, and they’re becoming increasingly agitated. Strangulation is tiresome. You’re running out of air to breathe with time, and as a result you are breathing more heavily. This will cause your lungs to tire out. It’s such a fantastic mechanism for a pirate to use on her enemies. I enjoy watching them slowly redden from the combined effects of both choking and struggling.

“GUH!” Genevieve groaned while we slowly snuffed her, but she remained strong.
“Listen to them both wetting themselves!” Kaci-Lee squealed with glee at her domination.
“Talk, you fools!” Star ordered them sternly, “Don’t think we won’t kill you!”
“GUHHHHHHHH!” Lucille orgasmed again before Kaci-Lee took over.
“All right,” she unknots the choke ropes with ease, “We’re getting nowhere.”

Lucille and Genevieve looked at each other in horror, wondering what kind of maniacs we were. I ordered they be untied and put back in the boxes, and Star and Kaci nodded in understanding of my commands. Kaci-Lee is also gentle as a lamb in making sure people are OK, and she checks to make sure there will be no permanent impacts. Maimed slaves are useless to us.

Down the captives go, back into their respective crates for the time being… for a long wait… the hope of rescue seeming to shrink by the minute. Muahahahaha! Kaci checks the locks on their gags while Star keeps a gun pointed at them. Both are forced back into the boxes where they can only lie down, and Kaci shuts the doors and padlocks them in several places.

“Well, that was exciting, wasn’t it?” Kaci grinned at Star as they ascended the stairs.
“I think so myself!” my first mate nodded in agreement.

But Genevieve and Lucille sure did not agree!

END OF FILM 5
There be more to come, me maties!

[LunaDog]

Heh, this is more like a private navy for girls only

More's the pity! Life is good on THIS ship!

[hafnermg]

I have the "A pirates life for me" song playing in my head as I read this!! Great update!!

[harveygasson]

Really fun new stories

[AlexUSA3]

Heh, this is more like a private navy for girls only

More's the pity! Life is good on THIS ship!

Indeed it is!

I have the "A pirates life for me" song playing in my head as I read this!! Great update!!

Really fun new stories

Many thanks!

The Pirate Queens Film 6: New World Kidnapping
Friday, August 8, 2019

“I’ll do this solo,” insisted the torture expert of the Bedesem, “Can't afford to lose more.”

With that thought, the vibrantly dressed Jessica Sanders boarded the skiff and rowed away into the darkness. Her mission was simple: kidnap any crew member she could find. She didn't care who it was as long as she made a safe getaway.

Jessica was a natural mermaid in a sense. She was a good and fast swimmer. That made her the perfect candidate to attempt an invasion of the Butterbun for kidnapping purposes. By her side were a musket and a dagger. She didn't care that she was bright because she was sexy.

As she approached the Butterbun, Jessica took out her binoculars and looked closely at the vessel, so that she could find a clean spot by which to invade the vessel. The ship was about 100 feet off the shore; her trusty grappling hook would be needed. She loved grappling and relished the opportunity to do this. The lower deck was only 10 feet above her skiff.

With a soft and confident laugh, Jessica tossed the hook up and began hauling her body up. Such was crude, but she liked it. Soon, she was aboard the Butterbun. She didn't care which of the crew she kidnapped as long as she escaped safely. There were rooms and such, but she soon found the first door open to a room, where Miss Destiny was alone. Jessica had found a girl to kidnap and shut the door softly while pointing her gun at her victim. It was all of 5 feet away.

“Yeah, Paulin… Well, sh-t,” she gulped when she saw the gun, “Wassup, bright stuff?”
“Just quietly cuff your wrists behind your back, and I won't kill you,” Jessica was soft and sweet.
“Well,” Destiny took the cuffs, “I don't got a choice, unless I want my brains to visit Cairo.”
“Look, jumbo tits,” Jessica smiled and laughed a little, “Shut up and put them on.”
“Well, seeing that bejeweled knife, I’ll pass on the second smile and just do it.”
“From a floozy whose knife is notched for each man she seduced and then cut open.”
“Now that ain't true,” ropes began binding Destiny’s torso, “And you know it.”

Jessica then worked on tying up Destiny while they sat in silence. Destiny really did have jumbo breasts, but they may or may not have been artificially inflated. It was a typical harness with a V between the breasts, rope above and below the breasts, and rope through the armpits. She tied up Destiny's ankles, knees, and thighs after taking away the hose, footgear, and skirt and she cut off her captive's shirt before roping her crossed wrists and taking away the handcuffs.

“Listen, this is totally f-cking uncool!” Destiny quietly complained, “Sh-t, that's tight. B-tch!”
“Would you shut up before I garrot you?” Jessica put her hands around Destiny's throat.
“Noooo, nononononono!” the girl in the bikini responded, “That's another crew member’s kink.”
“You big-breasted slut, you’ll live if you don't act like a moron,” the kidnapper warned her.
“I'm not a slut! I'm perhaps a flirtatious girl, but I am not easy!” she wouldn't stop.
“Since you won't stop voluntarily, I’ll make you stop,” Jessica grabbed a 2.5 inch ball gag.
“Doonnnn’ttttt mmmm!” the blue sphere filled her jaws, “Mmmmmm!”

With little effort, Jessica took her captive, attached a lead rope to the harness, and pushed her out the door to the spot where the skiff awaited them. Using the rope, she tossed Destiny overboard and then slowly lowered her down to the skiff. She then scrambled down until she was holding on by her fingers and dropped the rest of the way onto the boat before rowing away.

In the bridge, Kaci-Lee, Star, and I were planning for our next attack and our plan to try to force information out of the captives. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a panicked Paulina Oliveira stood gasping for air. I motioned for my first mate and secretary to be quiet so that Paulina could speak whatever was on her mind. Her eyes were wide as saucers.

“Captain, through my binoculars,” Paulina huffed, “I saw Destiny was kidnapped!”
“I hate to have to do this. She's in this city right now,” I said, “Call my friend Teresa Perez.”

END OF FILM 6

The Pirate Queens Film 7: Old World Kidnapping
Friday, August 8, 2019

“All right,” I sat at a big table with Teresa, Sarah, Star, Kaci-Lee, Paulina all around, “Destiny Child was kidnapped this afternoon by some blonde bimbo from the Bedesem.”
“Sarah Johnson and I will go,” Teresa said with confidence, “We’re the best swimmers.”
“Go for what?” Star’s blue-gray eyes looked concerned, “A rescue attempt?”
“We try to rescue Annie or Destiny or both. Try to kidnap a crew member. Or all of it.”
“If Annie’s even alive,” Kaci-Lee showed us the video sent from the rival secretary of the cage being slowly lowered into the water, “I imagine it was an idle threat.”

Teresa Perez was a retired captain of past glory, as shown by her camouflage wristband. With it, she had black three-quarter leggings, and over that she had black athletic shorts. A black denim jacket was over her pink button-up shirt, which had several buttons undone to open up a little. A black eye patch added a little mystery to her.

Of course, don’t forget the captain herself, a strong girl of exceeding beauty. I, Mary-Ann, have a black bandana on my wrist, designating me as holder of this title. I have necklaces but none of the other commonly seen forms of jewelry. My button-up white shirt has three buttons undone to allow my bust to be readily apparent and to add a crass pirate vibe. Over the long sleeve shirt, I also have a black vest, but the sleeves are rolled up to my elbows anyway. My head is covered by a white bandana headscarf, and my loose blue jeans are rolled up to my thighs, allowing my boots and black knee socks to be obvious.

Star is the first mate, as shown by her orange wristband. She has the ring department taken to an extreme. A denim miniskirt, black fishnet pantyhose, and black boots with 2 inch heels make for a striking appearance, and her red button-up short-sleeve shirt is unbuttoned to reveal, of course, a black sports bra. She’s a cross between pirate and street walker.

Dressed as they were, Teresa and Sarah rowed towards the setting sun, hoping that this beautiful sunset would keep the crew of the Bedesem focused westwards so an invasion of the east side of the vessel could be made. Silence was golden, and both knew when to put up or shut up. Teamwork was of essence, and Sarah Johnson was a girl who knew how to interpret short orders such as would be given to her on this mission. Using their grappling hook, they climbed aboard the vessel just as they’d hoped they would, without being detected and with the crew to the west. A satchel of bondage supplies was slung across Sarah’s body.

“Take my hand. Keep your back to me. Call out if we’re spotted,” Teresa ordered.

In this manner they quietly moved along the east side of the ship until they found the stairwell to the ship’s storage room. Descending the stairs, they found themselves face-to-face with none other than Miss Jessica Sanders. Teresa, however, had the advantage of the gun in her hand. On my ship were the crates, but this vessel was characterized by human sized cages instead. Inside one of these was Destiny Child.

Destiny was in nothing but her bikini, which wasn’t too skimpy but was still a bikini. She was in lotus position now but still had the big ball gag in her mouth with cross wrists and a tight waist and crotch rope. The cage even had one of those floor trays like dog crates do. It was quite the humiliating position, but at least it wasn’t an uncomfortable position for the captive. Teresa had no fear because she knew no fear and calmly stared at the blonde.

“Sarah, tie up this flotsam. Don’t be nice,” the Spanish pirate sinisterly smirked.
“With pleasure,” Sarah’s smirk might have been even more menacing, “Open up!”
“GUH!” the now captive Jessica got a matte blue 2 inch ball gag in her mouth.
“That should shut you up,” the Spaniard got down and picked the lock on Destiny’s cage.
“Mmmmmm!” Destiny moaned before the ball gag was removed, “Oh, God, that sucked balls!”
“You certainly sucked on this one enough,” Teresa crudely responded to Destiny’s crudeness.
“You’re disgusting,” Sarah shook her head while tightly tying Jessica.
“Finish tying her torso, and we’ll flee if we can’t find Annie quickly,” the commander ordered.

Jessica found her butt getting swatted every two seconds by a very vengeful Destiny while they searched for Annie. Unfortunately for them, the birdcage where Annie was being held captive was much too close to other pirates for a rescue attempt. They had to move on without saving their friend. Destiny dropped to the skiff first, and then Sarah and Teresa lowered Jessica just as the general alarm went off for the intruders. The invaders wasted no time in jumping down and starting the skiff’s motor to make a quicker escape.

“MMMMMM!” the captive Jessica groaned, truly clueless about what had happened.
“Listen, you blonde b-tch,” Teresa hissed in a whisper, “Stop, or I’ll drown you for sure!”
“MMMMM!” she continued like only she could.
“Are they firing at us?” Teresa asked.
“Yes, they are!” Sarah calmly fired back with a steely gaze in her eyes.
“I’ll have to get a new outfit,” Destiny giggled about being in just a bikini, “So will you.”
“NOOOOO!” Jessica knew that revenge came in many hideous flavors.

Meanwhile, back on the vessel, tears poured down Annie’s cheeks as she watched her hopes of survival reduce to zero. It was inevitable now that the evil Pirate Queen Karina would have her hanged or drowned, as she was known to do to captives that were of no use to her. This was the end of Annie’s life, and it would end like this, ziptied in a cage and ball gagged. Without any of her trusty tools, there was no hope for escape. Drool poured off the gag.

“Don’t cry, little girl,” First Mate Penny taunted her, “Death will end your suffering.”
“MMMMMMM!” Annie wailed and only made herself drool some more.
“Awww, would the poor wittle girl,” the cruel girl ironically taunted, “wike a wast meal?”
“AUGGHH!” the captive shook the cage so forcefully despite her weakness that it caused a stir.
“Leave her alone,” the Pirate Queen called from another part of the vessel, “I need you here!”
“Aye aye, Cap’n!” Penny then walked away from the wailing captive.
“Don’t cry too much,” crewmate Nichole comforted her, “If I were captain, you wouldn’t die!”

Nichole was a different kind of girl, sympathetic and considerate, much out of place aboard this vessel. As the person in charge of navigation in the absence of Genevieve, now in a position that held authority, she knew that the crew was decimated and held hostage by my crew. That’s why she had a secret, a plot to help me take over the Bedesem, to turn against her captain. She saw two opportunities: to force an end to Karina’s wicked reign and to save her own hide.

How Nichole would do this, the little crew member still didn’t know.

END OF FILM 7
There be more to come, me maties!

[hafnermg]

Great update!! Thar be mutiny a foot!!

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The Pirate Queens Film 8: The Standoff
Saturday, August 10, 2019

“Make way for the Bedesem!” I ordered my crew, “To the object of our desires!”
“To the Bedesem!” I get proud salutes from Paulina Oliveira and Sarah Johnson.
“Bring forth the prisoners! All of them. Rig up Genevieve Badeaux for negotiations!”

Genevieve Badeaux has been subjected to humiliations, with nothing of her clothing remaining but her bandana and her underwear, which is a black sports bra and athletic panties. Wire binds her now instead of rope, but it is the same strict extreme bondage. Wrists, forearms, elbows, and fingers are wired together, although it is a thinner wire on her digits. Four are on her lower legs, and three are on her thighs. That thin wire binds her big toes. Some combination of dirty socks and pantyhose are in her mouth under 7 layers of tape. A breast harness and a dual waist/crotch wire torture her, especially because of the knots in the part right against her actual crotch. She is in one of the prisoner crates, but this is a special one with a full cage door on the front.

We attached a special leather harness to Lucille Rossi so that we could suspend her from one of the poles, which means she is about three feet off the deck. She thrashes and kicks in the air in spite of the rope that binds her as plentifully as the wire binds Genevieve. Lucille, however, has her wrists crossed behind her back because she isn’t too flexible, and she has a head harness with a bright red ball gag in her mouth. She is a sexy and feisty thing right now, and I’m sure Karina can see her girlfriend through her telescope. Take that, you murderous wretch, Queen Karina!

Captain Karina Nilsson had her own captive, Annie Oakes, inside that birdcage, with Annie, still in her bikini, with zips both binding her and securing her to the cage. She sucked upon that same penis gag once again. She squirmed a bit due to her discomfort but otherwise remained calm.

“So, you're Captain Nilsson?” I asked my opponent when I faced her.
“That's right,” she motioned for the cage to be swung out over the water, “Release my Lucille.”
“Extremely unlikely,” I motioned for Genevieve's box to be similarly swung out over the water.
“Your rogues nabbed Jess, Gen, Hilary, and Lucille. Isn't it enough?” she intrepidly asked.
“I will nab all of you and your crew and take the Bedesem to be mine!” I retorted.
“So, you would kill?” she looked at me with a bit of anxiety at Genevieve's situation.
“Asks the murderess?” I bought into the rumors without thought.
“Rumors,” she reached into the cage and fondled Annie, “are rumors, not facts.”

We looked back and forth at each other. One had to back down. and I had numbers.

END OF FILM 8

The Pirate Queens Film 9: My Wickedness
Saturday, August 10, 2019

“I see you're not afraid of me,” I said, directing Star to play with the captive Lucille.
“Mmmmph!” the captive kicked her legs when the vibrator is fastened to her thigh.
“Enjoy, my pretty,” Kylie kissed her victim right on the crotch and nuzzles her there,
“Hey!” evil Karina became visibly annoyed, “You have no right to molest my girlfriend!”
“She's not your girlfriend until we say she's your girlfriend again!” I cackled, “Hee hee heeeee!”
“Mmmmmmmm!” Lucille rolls her eyes and quietly melts in a forced orgasm.
“That's it, my dear,” Star took her paddle and whacked on Lucille twice on each cheek.
“You psychopaths!” Queen Karina became redder than her secretary's bandana.
“The Bedesem,” I reiterated, and lowered Genevieve one tick on the winch.

Then Karina lowered Annie one notch on her winch. We repeated the exchange, but their winch had larger notches, meaning Annie dropped faster than Genevieve. We continued until I could see an occasional wave lapping around Annie’s feet. I repeated this further so that Genevieve’s belly was getting splashed, and Karina did the same to Annie.

That murderous wretch Captain Karina was trying my patience. She seemed uneasy because she knew she was out numbered. If she fled, she knew I would pursue her to the ends of the earth, at which point I would make her watch while I tortured Lucille before torturing her too. Yes, what a glorious torment it would be before I kept them as my personal bondage slaves for me and my crew to tease, spank, fondle, and even throttle. The Bedesem will be mine at all costs! If she escapes, Karina will never be safe in Florida waters again!

Teresa Perez watched us with a disapproving gaze while slowly putting on a wetsuit. She was a primary source of wisdom, but right now even she was quiet. The Spaniard eyed both Genevieve and Annie, and she put both wire cutters and lock cutters in her utility belt. She motioned for our dear Sarah Johnson to do the same. These natural mermaids seemed distrusting.

Star, Kaci-Lee, Paulina, and Destiny had varied reactions. Star was stoical about the whole thing while Destiny and Paulina stuck together. Kaci-Lee was almost gleeful about the inevitable truth of our impending victory. Sarah quietly exchanged her bandana hair tie for a plastic scrunchie; a sincere squirm was seen in Queen Karina. Her first mate, Penny, coldly eyed me while she gave her respects to Teresa. The crew member and the secretary were as tense as Paulina and Destiny. Of course, Genevieve and Annie are wide eyed with anxiety as their lives are in the balance.

“Then death to Genevieve Badeaux!” I whipped out my sword and cut the rope holding the box.
“Noooooooo!” the color drained from First Mate Penny’s face.
“You psychopath!” Karina wailed and immediately brought Annie back onto the ship.
“Sarah, we must save her!” Teresa heroically jumped into the water.
“Behind you!” Sarah dove with the finesse of a professional or a mermaid.
“You're the evil monster!” the rival secretary yelled loudly from the other vessel.
“That's showing them who's boss!” Kaci cheered me on, “Pirates must be ruthless.”
“Come on, Paulina,” Destiny proved her weakness by walking away.

This was sleight-of-hand. Of course, I just sank an empty box, and the prior clips showing the girls being slowly drowned were actually filmed in shallow water that we checked to be certain wouldn't be deep enough to actually drown either girl. Still, it was a dramatic climax, especially once Teresa and Sarah reappeared without Genevieve Badeaux and a solemn hatred upon both of their faces. It was such an interesting scene, one that truly defined the film in a big way.

No one dares question me! I rules the seas! I was the Pirate Queen of Pirate Queens, and these were my conquests. That deplorable Queen Karina saw how much stronger I was. I, the great Maddy Vee, was the more powerful pirate. I heard a quiet, unintelligible commotion, and when I turned Kaci was gone. She had likely gone to taunt Karina via communications. That weakling of a ruler, Karina, and her equally pathetic first mate Penny, were weeping. Lame.

“Put your hands in the air,” I heard Teresa Perez’s voice and felt Sarah’s dagger at my spine.

END OF FILM 9

The Pirate Queens Film 10: My Overthrow
Saturday, August 10, 2019

“Star, Sarah, humiliate, bind, and gag Queen Maddy,” Teresa calmly commanded them.
“C’mon,” Star supported my oppressors, “Take it all off. Down to your swimsuit.”
“You're gonna take my ship? Really?!” I was mad with jealousy, “I’m in charge! Obey me!”
“You're the murderer,” Sarah sneered, “You’re the monster, not Karina. You brainwashed us.”
“She's a cold-blooded killer!” I insisted, “Genevieve was but one to her dozens!”
“Look at her crying!” Teresa impatiently snapped, “Four captains on these two vessels, but only you ever shed one drop of blood! Your pirate days are over! Enough! Bind and gag her!”

Star and Sarah cut my clothes off with little effort, leaving me in my red bodysuit I wore beneath it all as a base layer. They crushed my wrists and ankles in Irish 8 rigid cuffs, chained my thighs and elbows, and gagged me with a head harness ring gag. I looked at Teresa and turned to see a tightly bound Kaci-Lee emerging while being pushed by Destiny. She clearly had some sort of a dirty laundry gag because she grimaced a lot and was wrapped up in vet wrap. Her own scarves bound her ankles, thighs, wrists, and elbows. She had more scarves on either side of her breasts, at her waist, and around her crotch. It was only obvious since she was stripped to her underwear.

Across from us on the other vessel, I saw negotiations taking place among the rival crew. It was the girl in the red bandana headscarf who seemed to lead the planning. The secretary was clever and perhaps hatched a plan that would ensure their lives. My plans were dead because my captor didn't thirst for the other vessel like I did. Kaci and I were attached to the same winch that once held the box that now was Genevieve Badeaux’s watery tomb, and we were hoisted into as tight of a strappado as safe for girls with tied elbows. Kaci looked wrong without that headscarf she always worked into her braid; instead, her hair was down and free.

“Ahoy!” the red bandana girl called out, “We desire peace and not war!”
“Who are you?” Teresa coldly asked the rival secretary.
“I be Julia Pulaski, secretary and negotiator. We wish to strike a deal with you!”
“What’ll it be? I am willing to listen, but it must be reasonable.”
“We become your lackeys, paying you tribute on your conquests. In exchange, you allow Karina and I to remain here under a captain of your choice, with a crew of your choice so we are sure to remain true to our word. Penny will live as one of your captive slaves for 6 months. We will all permit you one week of all of us as your slaves, and after you will give us Maddy as our slave for as long as we desire in exchange for Genevieve's life. Lucille will be returned to Karina.”
“Give us time to discuss,” Star bravely responded, “We must decide to which terms we agree.”
“We are patient. Take your time. We acknowledge that we must negotiate, war, or run.”
“Come Teresa, Destiny, and Sarah,” Star motioned for them all to follow her to another spot.

I struggled in my chains while they walked away from Kaci and me to discuss. Lucille kicked in the air with the same energy. She looked across to her girlfriend and wailed loudly. She missed the sexy moments with her girlfriend. Hilary Knoll seemed despondent at this point. Jessica had been hogtied on the deck in just her underwear this entire time whereas Hilary had a slave outfit like Lucille. Jessica had a green ball gag in her mouth while Hilary had microfoam tape over her lips. This had been Hilary’s life since my crew kidnapped her. What a life! Ball gags and tape gags have been her standard state since then. I had such high hopes of torturing Jessica Sanders!

Jessica squirmed on the deck and drooled up a thunderstorm. She was so sexy like this, and she was a tough cookie that I am sure would have been delightful for spanking. Lucille had been my favorite of them all to torture, and I had hopes for having Star eat her up while Karina watched. I also had hopes for that little first mate Penny, testing her to see what she could endure. Instead, I was a captive of my own crew. They seemed to be finishing their caucus, and what a caucus the mutineers had enjoyed without me. Now, we heard their decision. Star spoke loudly and clearly.

“We accept your terms if you will return Annie Oakes to us.”

END OF FILM 10

[hafnermg]

These Pirates continue to please!! Great chapter!!

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The Pirate Queens Film 11: My Defeat
Saturday, August 10, 2019

“Captain Maddy and Secretary Kaci-Lee, you can assent to be my slaves after spending the rest of the day bound and gagged and tortured as I see fit, or I can make you two become our torture toys until you change your minds. I refuse to shed your lives for Genevieve’s. As captain of this vessel, I give you your choice to surrender voluntarily or by force,” Teresa Perez explained.

“Mmmmmm,” Kaci-Lee hangs her head in shame, accepting the terms of our assailants.
“I am captain of this vessel! I am in charge!” I shriek, “Miss Johnson, release me!”
“My loyalty,” Sarah stands at attention, “is no longer to you, you disgusting killer.”
“Paulina! Destiny! Stab these insolent mutineers!” I sought even more blood!
“Oh, I am going to enjoy this so much,” Destiny had a teasing and taunting face.
“Gmmmmmmm!” a big green ball gag filled my mouth.
“Come on, Kaci. You’ll get reprimanded and soon be my friend again,” Destiny led her away.
“Sarah, take Slave Maddy as well. I must negotiate with Karina further.”

Kaci and I were tightly bound with soft silky scarves, and we were put into strangle hogties made of silky scarves as well. The scarves wrapped our necks and went to our ankles until we were in a chokehold. We had tight crotch scarves and vibrators as well. It was an excellent torture… for me to give of one of my prisoners! How unbecoming for me to be throttled.

You, ingrate Destiny, deserve to be tortured! Two months ago I saved you from being little more than a fellow female pirate’s personal strap-on screwing toy. This is how you thank me? When I am back in control, I’ll do this back to you. I wanted to do even worse! I wanted to… sink them both next to Genevieve Badeaux! Yes, it is time for the reign of blood and terror! Indeed, it is! I was choking in scarf bondage while Teresa commandeered my ship. It was my ship.

“We have decided to counter your offer with our version. Karina must come here to be a slave of this vessel alongside Lucille, but we will allow them to share a room. You may remain, Julia, as a secretary to your new captain, Star Blue. We accept the offer of you being here a week, but we will be free to use you as slaves and bondage toys since we are limited in what we can do with so many slaves. Maddy will be a slave in perpetuity, confined to the Bedesem. Penny indeed will come here for a time, but I propose only 2 months. We will keep Jessica for what she did in kidnapping Destiny and torturing Annie. Annie will receive an hour each with each of the living crew of your vessel, to bind, gag, and torture as she pleases without harm. This is my offer, or we will go to war in which you will all become slaves for months, years, or for all time,” Teresa stated her plans clearly and directly without ambiguity, “Karina regains her ship after 1 month.”
“These words are good. I only request that Penny, Lucille, and I be allowed to dress as we wish. If so, we have peace,” Julia Pulaski smirked a little at her successful negotiations.
“Yes, this will be granted with caveats.”

I listened to this while I choked on the scarf around my throat. Kaci-Lee and I couldn't stop it; we orgasmed from the intensity and the stimulation on our crotches. Scarf bondage didn't raise my body temperature like Kaci’s, but it was still bondage. In case you can't tell, I took the road to hell, paved with bad intentions. I wasn't surrendering under any conditions any time soon.

Then I “choked out” in film context, meaning 5-15 minutes before I would in reality.

END OF FILM 11

The Pirate Queens Film 12: The Triumph of Teresa Perez
Sunday, August 11, 2019

Karina Nilsson, Jessica Sanders, Hilary Knoll, Nichole Shockman, Kaci-Lee Masters, and I sat in a row besides Penny Nichols, Lucille Rossi, and Julia Pulaski. We had bound wrists, thighs, and ankles with a microfoam tape gag strip. The first six of us all wore the slave uniform of lavender pocket t-shirts, black pants with belt loops, and lavender bandanas as kerchiefs, headscarves, or headbands. The latter three dressed in their own clothes but had the lavender bandanas.

“Your new lives begin,” Teresa explained, “I am assigning roles to you. Karina and Lucy receive a little time alone inside our former communications room, which has no windows, to enjoy life as a couple once again. Jessica, Kaci, and Maddy will be tied across the rod for punishment. To the galleys with Julia and Hilary. Penny will come with me. Destiny, Annie, Sarah, Paulina, and Star are to enjoy the captives on the rod as they see fit. Nichole is Annie’s sole charge for now.”

As you can imagine, we got a lot of good films out of seven girls being bound, gagged, and given a series of tortures, especially spanking and tickling. On top of the 12 regular films, we got 14 or so out of the tortures and such. One each of me, Jess, and Kaci on the rod. One of Kaci-Lee in a dangerous noose game. Lucy teasing a bound and gagged Karina. Hilary and Julia in the galley. Julia and Hilary tied together. Annie torturing Nichole. Annie torturing Jess. Teresa with Penny. Destiny torturing Julia and Jessica. Sarah and Paulina torturing me. Sarah with Lucy. Paulina with Karina.

END OF FILM 12

We got 20+ hours of film out of this adventure, but I also had to pay girls for that much time. It had been a worthwhile adventure in South Florida, with the videos selling very well. We gave it our best, and our best showed. Never again have we done something so complex, but we come down to Florida year after year to do pirate themed bondage scenes.

Over the years, Hannah Jones (Sarah Johnson), Hannah Larsson Karina Nilsson), Kendra Gentry (Penny Nichols), Nichole Petersen (Paulina Oliveira), and Taylor Zawislak (Julia Pulaski) had to skip at least one year due to pregnancy. I, Mary-Ann Jamison (Maddy Vee), missed two years to have babies as well. What a wonderful reason to miss out though! That’s opposed to skin cancer taking out Destiny Reilly (Destiny Child) for one year, a broken leg taking out Hannah Jones, or a broken arm taking out Kylie Svensson (Star Blue).

But, over the years, other girls joined us, didn't join us, declined to come, and so forth. Not all of us were bondage lovers, but we enjoyed the camaraderie and production of the films. One of my friends likes being tied up so much that she came and was bound and gagged in costume on the set while never appearing in any of the films. She did that a lot with me in various scenes. One of my friends was a natural for pirate adventures, and she came down in 2019, 2022, and 2024 to swashbuckle, torture, and be tortured. Hers may be the most intense pirate scenes we ever made in Florida, but that's for another story.

THE END

Here are some upcoming film stories! All are my productions except the ones labeled such.

• Hockey fans Joyce and Michela kidnap each other (Tommy Trusser).
• Catsuit Bandits Mary-Ann and Jackie invade Kendra, Destiny, and Hannah L.’s home.
• Crazy friend Mary-Ann kidnaps and tortures Kendra, Kylie, and Xandra (Nabber Cellar).
• Lesbians Kendra and Michela knock out and vamp Ashley, Hannah L., and Mary-Ann.
• Cassie, Mary-Ann, Ashley, Bridget Anderson, Taylor, and Mackenzie: Big exposed tits and heels.
• Felice and Nichole rob the wrong home, getting captured by Hannah J. and Emilia.
• Bosses Kendra, Cassie, Xandra, and Hannah J. get taught a lesson by Destiny and Ashley.
• Game night: Watch Mary-Ann, Kylie, Nichole, Jackie, and Joyce play a game to decide!

[hafnermg]

What a lovely voyage this story was!!

[LunaDog]

A sailors life for me, if it's just like the antics here. Enjoyable read my friend. Thank you.

[Caesar73]

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