My hands are tied above my head with my pantaloons pulled down and gathered around the tops of my leather buckled boots. On deck, my rounded arse is on display for the gawking crew. The whir of the propellers cuts the silence. Waiting is the most intense part. My delicate cheeks flinch, trying to anticipate when the first strike will be felt. The flogger is a devilish instrument with each of the nine tails acting independently, delivering its own unique bite. When it strikes, your mind doesn't know which part of your skin to focus on as many spots feel the sting at once.
Growing impatient, I turn my head just as the flogger whooshes through the air, finding its sensitive target. No time to brace. The tips whip my sensitive skin. I suck in my breath feeling the wicked sting. A few of the watchful crew cringe - the ones who had been on the receiving end of the flogger before. They know its bite all too well. Their captain is stern, but fair, only issuing punishment when flagrant disobedience has occurred.
The pirate flicks her wrist again delivering another blow to my arse. I know my face shows the pain but I defiantly push my arse back out to meet the flogger. Another whip of the flogger. And another. Red welts now mark my arse. The pain multiples with each strike, testing my tolerance. Aware of the watchful crew, I am determined to withstand this suffering.
As I am whipped again, my skin breaks. Still, I hold in my screams. I focus on the blue skies and puffy clouds surrounding the ship, willing my mind to leave my pained body, so I can survive this torture. After ten lashes, I nod to my first mate.
Without words, she drops the flogger and moves towards me to unfasten my hands. I reach down, gently pulling my pantaloons up and over my beaten flesh.
"Anything else, Captain Cunny?" she asks.
"Bring the fey," I order.
You see, I insist on being flogged in front of my crew before each raid. I believe my bravery and toughness inspire them. It is hard to explain why, but it prepares me for battle - the pain drives me in some sadistic way.
I command a pirate airship - one of the fastest in the sky. The airship, along with a train are popular forms of transportation, but most pirates take to the skies. It is considered the most romantic (and expensive) form of transport, so the privileged are most often the passengers. You can find the gears on the side and back of the hull and the propeller is constructed of metal wings in the back. The ship is seemingly carried by a large balloon that works with the propeller to keep the airship in flight. The balloon is what I will target with my mechanical fey army.
My first mate appears with a chest from my cabin. I open it to the eyes of my crew, revealing my newly acquired mechanical fey inside.
"Gather around. I have a new plan for our raid today. The airship we attack is filled with the rich on a fey sight-seeing excursion. We want them to get their wish, do we not? They paid plenty of coin to see the fey, so fey they shall see!" I cackle.
I lift one up on my finger and marvel at its brilliance. "From a distance, the passengers won't know the difference. They will think they are the elusive fey they seek, flocking to the starboard side, while we sneak up and attack their port side. The mechanical fey will light on their balloons, ready to burst their bubbles in they resist."
"Bloody brilliant, Captain Cunny," exclaims my matey, Twat.
The rest of the crew begin pulling the fey out of the chest and releasing them into the air.
The fey are tiny creatures who stay hidden in their forests most of the year, but as winter draws near, they migrate to a warmer location and can be seen in the skies by airship ... if you are lucky. The wealthy pay large amounts of coin for a glimpse of these magical creatures.
I keep an eye on my mechanical fey with my spyglass. As planned, the fey are spotted by the passengers. Flocking to the starboard side, the upper class strain their eyes for a better view. I keep our ship below them and maneuver to their port side, undetected. As we approach, my fey army lights on the balloon of the airship, much to the excitement of the airship's crew and travelers. No one sees us coming until its too late.
We jump aboard with swords drawn before their captain knows what's happened. His guards immediately descend upon me and my crew, swords drawn. My crew's job is to hold them off until I can get to their captain. The slashing of metal fills the air along with screams from the passengers. My first mate slices a guard's wrist, making him drop his sword, so I can get by him. The captain and I sword fight, circling, each of us looking for the open strike. My blade finds a hole to strike his shoulder and his sword falls. I maneuver behind him and get one knife at his throat and another at his cock.
"Tell your guards to stand down, Captain," I order, pushing the knife in just enough to allow a trickle of blood to run down his neck.
"And why would I do that?" he snarls.
"Because if you don't, I will cleave you to the brisket and my army of mechanical fey will destroy your ship and you shall all fall to their deaths. Savvy?"
His eyes shoot daggers as he growls, "There will come a time, pirate, when my flogger finds your arse and you are locked away in a dungeon."
"Me cunt tingles at the thought, Captain," I whisper, giving the side of his face a long lick with my tongue.
"Stand down. That's an order. Do as she says." their captain commands through gritted teeth.
My first mate announces, "Listen up you foul gits! Turn and face the sides of the ship with hands in the air and no harm will come. Now!"
My hearties disperse moving down the line snatching jewelry from the ladies and gold coins from the blokes.
Quim and Twat are the shaft-lovers in my crew of pirates. They relish in their tasks of rooting about in the blokes' britches looking for their coin.