Barbra's story concludes.

"In time I was given my freedom, aye." Barbra Rosa told the Akkadian. "At first the crew kept me as their ****. Usually any sluts we took would be sold off when we made it to a friendly port.."

"Not me though. In those early days I'd fight like a hellcat whenever I was used." The transformed pirate laughed. "Little good it ever did me. Those bilgerats liked it rough and a screaming kicking wench was more fun for them than a docile whore. And knowing who I truly was inside that young sluttish body made the beggars hornier still."

"I hate it when a man uses me." The assassin said with bitterness.

"So you say now." Barbra looked into the Akkadian's eyes. "But I'd wager once a cock is inside your cunt, you whimper like a bitch in heat and reach your peak easier than any cock starved slut."

"I...I...can't fight it." The Akkadian admitted, almost **** on the words.

"No more than I could. For all my spitting and cursing as they laid hands upon me, once they were ploughing my wet gash I'd be crying out for more and bucking like a mule." Barbra confirmed. "Whether it's the witch's magic or the slut she used as my image or something deep inside me, I responded as the filthiest of whores when I was fucked."

"At first I was kept chained below deck when the ship was close to shore or in port." The redhead continued. "But if I had escaped, where would I go? Once I admitted to myself that I was now a wench and enjoying cock was natural things were better for me."

"Soon they no longer saw the need to keep me chained and collared and as I was still the wildest fuck they'd known they kept me around." Barbra told the assassin. "After a few years I was more the ship's doxie than a **** and I started learning how to use a lighter blade and use my speed and agility instead of relying on strength."

"As time went by the old crew slowly died off in battle or from disease, but I stayed young and healthy as new crew were taken on. Soon few could remember the old Barbarossa and most thought the stories of the old timers to be the tall tales of sailors." Barbra paused for breath a moment.

"I proved myself time and time again and worked my way back up the rankings of the ship. I found that there were other ways than brute **** to get what I wanted. Spreading my legs or ass, for the biggest and toughest pirates worked just as well at getting what I desired." The Akkadian was told.

"So finally here I am, just a step away from the captain." Barbra concluded.

"But surely you still miss the feel of a writhing woman beneath you?" The Akkadian demanded. "I would be restored to my body even if it meant my **** to feel a soft skinned slut in the throes of orgasm one more time as my cock drove into her."

"Hah, you think my old desires are quenched?" Barbra snorted. "Much as I welcome a big thick cock inside me I still have not lost my desire for women."

"Yes, yes. I have learned already that my fingers and tongue can give pleasure to women well enough." The Akkadian told Barbra hotly. "But it is not the same, not at all."

"No that it is not." Barbra admitted. "But there is more magic than the Sorceress's in the world."

"What do you mean by that?" The assassin demanded.