Getting on with the plot

“Fine , take me!” Julie said with resignation…

“Close your eyes my dear,” Hook said.

Julie closed her eyes and she felt a blindfold placed over her eyes…

*

Jullie’s eye flicked open. She rose from her bed and looked towards the door of her cabin. Sally, Erica, Kristy, and Anne all stood at the doorways to their cabins. Anne stepped forward and started down the hall, Sally, Erica, Kristy, and finally Juile followed the red-haired woman marching in step as silently as they could. They marched into the dining area with the fish tank on the table of the rings. Anne stepped up first and reached in and pulled the sword cross guard and a ring. She stepped to the right, and turned to face the line of women. Each woman behind her pulled out a ring and then stepped to their left and turned to face Anne and the other woman. Once all four porn stars were lined up shoulder to shoulder facing Anne, she held up her ring, and they did likewise, then the five women all put their ring on their right thumb.

It was as if the night’s shadows swirled in close and enveloped the bodies of the five women. Each felt their pajama (or lingerie) evaporate in to thin air and be replaced with a perfectly fitting rubbery coat upon their bodies. Their feet and ankles were embraced and supported by rugged and sturdy tactical boots, their legs encased in latex, their torsos sucked in to perfection, their tits lifted and expanded to the full embrace of their new latex shells without any sag, their shoulders and arms were encased and filled with a lean muscular power while sculped into Grecian perfection.

As the women’s visions adjusted and became sharper in the dark of the night, they arched their eyebrows at the changes bestowed on Captain Anne. She was now Six feet tall before the inch heel of her boots, and sported a curvy hourglass figure with a rack that would make even the most augmented porn star jealous! On her head was a black leather Tricorn hat and in her right hand was a Ships Cutlass from the middle of the 1600’s with the engraved silver cross guard from the wreck. Anne reached to the scabbard mounted to the belt around her hips and sheaved her sword before turning on her heels and walking to the wall that had been behind her. Anne placed her right hand on the bulkhead wall and a map appeared on the wall. Anne touched the bottom right corner with her finger tip of her right pointer and the map rolled up and out of the way like a rolling garage door revealing a hidden compartment small arms locker. Anne grabbed a semiauto pistol, pistol magazines and carbine magazines and started to put them into pouches on the belts on her hips and waist. She then grabbed a carbine and stepped aside. Sally, then Erica, Kristy, and then finally Juile each in turn stepped forward, and grabbed a pistol, magazines a submachine gun and a suppressor. Each stepped back and readied themselves.

With a nodded, the women turned and stormed out onto the decks of the yacht.

*

“To think it was your idea to take us to find this cursed treasure,” Anne held up her hand to show off the engraved silver thumb ring that now sported a pink ruby skull and four small pink opal teeth, “Consider this my resignation.”

Anne pulled the pistol from her holster and shot Mr. Nikos in each arm and leg. Julie and Kristy then tossed the screaming man into the water from the rear deck of the ship. Anne holstered her pistol and then leaned her arm on Sally’s shoulder.

“Well, I am sure the boss will enjoy the offerings,” Anne said, “How about some more offering of lesbian sex?”

“I am at your command Captain!” Sally smiled.

“Kristy, you have the bridge, Julie patrol the ship, lets secure our toys and make our way to may new cabin!” Anne played with Sally’s platinum blonde locks.

*

“Yacht Montreal, this is Yacht Kratos, Captain Will is below deck at the moment,” Anne called over the radio to the approaching chartered yacht.

“Below deck? Oh, well,” man on the radio retorted, “How is the water, we got a load of divers wanting to check out the wreck.”

“Sorry mate,” Anne said looking over into the water, “Hate to break the bad news, but something seems to caused an unsafe number of sharks in the area. Boss man is talking to the charter about what other locations are viable to switch over to. You are free to pull up and drop anchor with us until we get reports back from the shark counters.”

“Thanks, you weren’t kidding, that’s a lot of them, did you chum the waters?” the radio called back.

Anne hung up the radio hand set and walked to the window of bridge and waved at the approaching yacht. She smiled and turned to Erica in the back in her black rubber uniforms.

“Get the rest of the girls ready,” Anne smiled as she picked up a pair of binoculars and turned back to the other boat, “I see a fine prize, and at least three hotties sunbathing on the deck that I think would make fine additions to our crew.”

Erica giggled.

“It seems so silly to see you in a white silk uniform shirt and the bottoms of our uniforms,” Erica said.

“Well, we can’t let them know what is going on before they are too close to flee,” Anne said, “Man the grenade launchers and load up the stun shells and get ready to board the prize.”

*

Anne paced the passageway of the altered passenger deck. She loaded a pistol with one round and then placed the pistol and a ring in a door before moving on to the next cabin.

“Now, I will give each of you the choice,” Anne said as she placed another pistol and ring in the next cabin, “Once we put you into the cabins, only a member of the crew can open the door. We will come to clean them out in a month… So you can either pick the ring and join the crew, starve to death or pick the third option.”

Anne held up another loaded pistol to empathize the point before placing it and another ring in the next cabin.

“Now, Dinner will be served at eight bells,” Anne smiled, “Welcome aboard the Lesbian Corsair!”

The four crew members shoved each of the six women into a cabin and then closed the door.

“I like that Korean girl with the blue hair,” Anne said, “I am sure she would make a wonderful playmate and cabin girl.”

“I hope at least one of them becomes a cook,” Kristy said, “Tripple duty sucks.”

“I got to say that I am loving my new role as the Buccaneer Lieutenant,” Julie smiled, “I had at least three big Os dropping the crew of the Montreal.”

“So almost as much as being tied to the spanking bench in my cabin,” Anne leaned over and kissed the former anal fetish porn star, “Get the Montreal secured for towing and lets get moving, so far our Patron is keeping us hidden from the Navy Air Patrols, but let’s not test our luck.”