Stolen Booty: Pirates of Artusa, #1

By Ash Gray

Wilhelmina is a tavern wench who feels doomed to a life of boredom and servitude as she watches other women come and go on great adventures across the sea. But when she meets Vera, pirate queen of the southern seas, Wilhelmina is swept off her feet by the strong and confident woman in a wild adventure of her own. For when Vera's rival lays eyes on Wilhelmina, the two pirate queens begin a war over her! Don't miss out on this lesbian harem romance!

 

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Very slowly, Wilhelmina looked up to see the pirate in the tricorn hat had pulled her pistol and was aiming it directly at Ruth's face. Her blue eyes behind the pistol were deadly. 

 

"I don't want no trouble, Vera," said Ruth quietly. She had gone very still, and Wilhelmina thought she sounded afraid.  

 

"But you've got it. Let her go, Ruth," said the woman. Her voice was quiet as well, but there was a hard edge to it that was menacing.  

 

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Vera patted the bed beside her.  

 

Wilhelmina didn't move. "You just made love to another woman in that bed! I can't sit there!" 

 

Vera laughed, looking at Wilhelmina in disbelief. "You really are a little vexation, aren't you? Come and sit, or I shall come and sit you."  

 

The words were spoken playfully and suggestively, and Wilhelmina held down a blush. But she also had a feeling that Vera meant every word that she had uttered: if Wilhelmina did not come, Vera would come and get her. She felt an odd thrill at being commanded so calmly and wondered why Captain Vera wanted her so terribly. There were other girls in Hardoc Town, prettier girls, girls who weren't shy, girls who would fawn over the captain and obey her and make desperate love to her without hesitation. Perhaps that was it. Perhaps Captain Vera was tired of being fawned over.   

 

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Wilhelmina was reaching to take the seashell when the big pirate slapped it from the smaller one's hand. "I saw her first!" she growled. "The hell you did!" shouted the shorter one, and they leapt on each other, snarling and punching, as the crew guffawed and cheered. The big pirate had trapped the shorter one in a headlock when the sound of a gun blast made them scramble apart. 

 

Heart racing in terror, Wilhelmina looked around and saw that Vera was pointing her pistol at the sky, her face hard. The pirates docilely quieted. 

 

"Berges, Turner, you made me frighten the lady," said Vera, "so ye'll be emptying pisspots tonight while the rest of us raid and pillage." 

 

Hearty laughter rose from the crew as the apparent Berges and Turner looked sullen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ash Gray
• Release date: Aug 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201844738

Ash Gray

Ash Gray is a lesbian living in California. She writes lesfic (aka fiction for lesbians) in science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal settings.

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Stolen Booty

Pirates of Artusa, Volume 1

Ash Gray

Published by Ash Gray, 2022.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

STOLEN BOOTY

First edition. August 2, 2022.

Copyright © 2022 Ash Gray.

ISBN: 979-8201844738

Written by Ash Gray.

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Wilhelmina hurried through the noisy tavern, balancing a tray in each hand. She was a busty young woman with long brown hair tied to the side in a loose braid, and bright green eyes that were round and often anxious. She was wearing the low-cut tunic of a peasant and a long skirt, which occasionally tripped her up as she sought to move between the raucous crowds.

It was another rowdy night in the Witch’s Tit, the name of the tavern in which Wilhelmina worked. Three whole ships of pirates had come in that night – all women – and had filled up the bar with their laughing, fighting, drinking, and dancing, for the Witch’s Tit was a bar for women only. Everywhere Wilhelmina looked, pirate women were laughing, slapping tables, playing cards, tipping back pints.

These were the rowdiest bunch Wilhelmina had ever seen, and she was a little frightened. More than once, her backside had been grabbed or her breasts groped by a lusty hand. Two pirate women had fallen into an argument over who would get to eat her out (she had blushed to her hairline), and as they argued over who had seen her first, it had been all she could do to get away before they drew their pistols and shot each other.

As Wilhelmina went from table to table serving drinks, she tried to keep her eyes down, tried to ignore the frightened beating of her frantic heart. She had gotten this job in the first place because the last serving wench had accidentally been shot during a brawl, and Madame Mildred had joked that Wilhelmina’s massive titties would probably absorb bullets – which Wilhelmina didn’t find funny at all.

The pirates had brought in one of the peasant girls from town and had laid her down on a table in the middle of the tavern. The girl couldn’t have been more than twenty by the looks of her, Wilhelmina thought. One pirate was roughly stripping the girl naked with her dagger as the girl gasped and blushed. When her naked breasts trembled free, several pirates zeroed in on them, eyes glazed with rum and lust.

A group of the pirates had gathered close around the table to take turns fingering the peasant girl and sucking her breasts, which stood high and perky against the air as she lay there, blushing and gasping with pleasure. The pirates bent the girl’s knees and spread her thighs (she blushed harder) and then one pulled up a chair, sat, and started to finger her, staring at the girl’s face as she did so. The girl gasped and her eyes grew round as she arched her back, thrusting her plump breasts to the ceiling.

It wasn’t an uncommon thing to happen in the Witch’s Tit. Almost every night, when the ships had come in, some peasant girl from town would wander meekly into the tavern and ask to join one of the ships. The pirate women would smirk and tell her that she had to have sex with every woman on the crew – public sex, right there in the tavern!

Wilhelmina couldn’t believe it the first time she saw it. It looked embarrassing, humiliating, but the girls always did it eagerly and even enjoyed themselves, climaxing and shivering as they lay on the table in the heap of their torn clothing. Such girls were desperate to escape poverty by joining a ship as a servant, but they were also sometimes simply lonely or were being forced to marry a man.

Wilhelmina watched from the corner of her eye as a pirate with a gold hoop through her septum buried her mouth in the girl’s sex and made her wiggle and scream. The girl on the table was beautiful: big, shivering breasts, narrow waist, shapely thighs, and long, pale blonde hair. Her lips were sweet and pink, as were the lips of her sex, and her eyes were bright blue.