Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The characters found here do not exist as well as the places. This story is not for kids. Erotic scenes are present. Enjoy!!

Pirate
By: Marina L. 2003

She was known among the pirates as Lady Death but only to a special few. Overall, she was called the Grim Reaper and was thought of to be one of the most scariest, meanest pirates on the seas (besides being a man). Well this was the most marvelous joke in her lifetime. Though women where numbered among the pirates they where but a few and none held her power, of course, hardly anyone knew she was not a he and she liked it that way.

As a man she has killed hundreds maybe thousands of people. Rumors even say that she rapes women and kills children, these are lies but she will never dispute them. She wanted to be loved by pirates and feared even hated by everyone else. But deep down she really did not care what they thought. She wanted to do everything, and her dream was coming true.

She had looked for treasure, had fought pirates and English lords, and she took what she wanted. She was free on the sea her one and only love. Of course, there was negatives in being a woman. She hated this but could not do anything about it. For one every month she bled. It was disgusting and she cursed all men for not going through the same each month. Why did women have to suffer? Why not let men experience this wonder, she smirked to herself. Making the long jagged scar on her face even more pronounced.

Second, as a woman she had a disgusting yearning by her damn body for carnal pleasure. Well men go through this a lot and okay so she enjoyed it, but she did not have to be happy about it, she thought grumpling. Well she sure fixed that problem, she grinned to herself wickedly. And they say women don't rape men, she laughed maliciously.

Her body craved every once in a while and when she could not suppress a yearning, she grinned to herself, she took. She licked her lips with pleasure. Yes, she took all and more leaving nothing. Oh she loved her mind as it worked. Who would have thought that stalking a potential lover would be so fun. She loved the hunt, the thrill of the chase and at last conquest. Her eyes glinted dangerously in the moonlight of her ship. She never took the same lover twice no matter how good the sex was. She was the predator here and never the prey. Though one rule she did abide by.

Her lovers where never pirates. The first time she made the mistake was the last, too bad she had to kill the man but there was no choice. Over the years she became very adept at her skill and she made sure she received all the pleasure possible. Sometimes the men where left still unfinished, she grinned at the memories. Those where great times, she sighed getting back on track.

Now where was she, oh yes, her lovers who were somewhat rape victims well, whatever you want to call it. After stalking a potential ride as you may call it, she stifled a laugh, she either sneaked to their room while they were sleeping and tied their eyes and hands or just the eyes. Then she took her pleasure and was gone before morning. She did untie them before she left.

Sometimes she got the man drunk and pretended to be a whore. Of course, she tied their eyes and took her pleasure as always. She loved the power and it always heated her blood. But she was way of track here. The third nasty thing about being a woman was binding up her chest every morning. God she hated the wasted hours of the day when she could be doing something else but that. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

She looked up at the coming sunrise. Time for memories later, it was the hour to hunt. She has been without a man for far too long a year to be exact and no luck in finding a good one. Today they where sailing for battle to steal treasure and later when her men where busy she would go on a man hunt. Her eyes glowed red as the sun rouse in the sky. It was time for a little fun. She whistled for all men on deck and went to her cabin to get some sleep.