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CABIN BOY
“Cap’n, thar she blows! Bloody English are off stinkin’
course. They’re sittin’ ducks! Give the word, ma’am, we’ll swing
round and board her!” “On my word, gents. Paddy, hoist the sails!
After the English dogs!” Ragged Irish patriots grew frenzied at
Cap’n’s orders. “Bloody Bastards! Ruining Ireland with their weak
blood and weaker brains. Come, lads, board that English sow! Ireland
for the Irish! Take back what’s ours!” MaryLynn Flynn, Captain
of ‘Erin Mist’, swaggered, savoring the English ship taken unaware.
‘Mist’ was well hidden, sailing out of the fog;
a conjurer’s dream. “HOLD! Prepare to be boarded!” Irish banshees
climbed aboard the English tub. Sailors rousted out of bunks by
musket fire. Soon, they’re rounded up; valuables stripped from
them. “What have we here?” MaryLynn strolled the deck, freckled
nose lifted, disdaining her enemies. “He looks promisin’: young,
strong, good teeth!” Cap’n waved her sword at a strapping blond
lad in shirt and breeches. Stalking, noting round haunches, strong
back. MaryLynn smacked the flat of her sword against his proud
rump. He jumped, face redder than Cap’n’s fiery hair! “Take him;
he’s young and fair. Should bring a fine price for ransom. Somebody’s
bound to miss this boy-prize!” Her crew sniggered as MaryLynn
smacked him again, just to see him jump.
“Mr. Dalton, how splendid you’re joining us! We
lose the shackles, boyo? Or do you prefer restraint?” MaryLynn
sneered. “Captain, you’ve nothing to fear from me.” “MaryLynn
Flynn fears no man! No man’s Boy, either!” “I’m no Boy, Captain!”
Jamie Dalton’s fair face flushed. “Boyo, you’re prettier than
me sis! Sure, you can’t have sailed long to remain so— proudly
intact?” Dalton blushed sunset. How dare She? “Don’t get all a-twitter…
Jamie, is it? I’m likin’ your innocent look!” MaryLynn stroked
his smooth face, claiming his buttocks with both hands. “Ah, Jamie-lad,
a fine ride ya must be!”
“Madam! I-I’m spoken for. I cannot, on my word as
a gentleman!” “Can NOT? Engaged to some bloodless English virgin?
Darlin’, I’ll give ya such sport, you’ll be thankin’ me for decades!”
MaryLynn chuckled ominously, circling her wary captive. “Ma’am,
my oath is Not To Stray!” Cap’n’s Eyes spewed green-fire. “On
pain of—torture? Your beloved understands coercion? Under my Whip-hand.”
Cap’n Flynn grasped Dalton’s blond hair, flinging
him face down over her bunk. His breeches stripped down to his
boot tops. Jamie’s bared flanks, vulnerable, tempting in the sea
air. MaryLynn straddling, hands roaming young haunches. “Tis shame
to mark such pretty cheeks, but if we must…?’ “Yes’m, we Must!”
MaryLynn unbuckled her thick belt snapping it loudly. “It’s coercion,
boyo? Sharing me bed?” “Yes, Captain, I’m—afraid—SO!” Dalton tightened
his stiff upper lip, relaxing his boyish rump. “Force it is, Jamie-boy!”
MaryLynn raised the belt, her grin spreading ear to ear. She adored
boy-smacking; this English had one fine set o’ bare flanks to
toy with! “Steady on, Jaymo!”
THWACK! THWACK! James Dalton sighed, lowering his
head submissively into the bed clothes. Hiding a glowing smile!
THE END
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