Then the sounds of her own screaming pierced her memory as heavy scuffing footsteps and shouts echoed through the narrow cobble-stoned streets. Dirty nailed fingers clasping at her, tearing at her clothing and her soft flesh. Large, rough hands clasping her, groping her intimately. The smell of sweating, unwashed men cursing and making threats as she struggled against over powering arms. She sought to fend them off, to raise her hands in defense of her person - but they were heavy and would not move.
She awakened with a start, her eyes snapping open wildly as she spun her head. She was alone in a room of some sort with mismatched furnishings that once had been expensive and beautifully crafted. She still wore the remnants of her dress. She felt something she couldn't see around her slender throat. A collar! Twisting her head back, she found that her hands were bound together and attached to an overhead lanyard, as was one of her legs, fixing her in an awkward position.
Suddenly, the room swayed with the protesting creak of hewn wood under tension. Her stomach tightened at the realization that she was on a ship. Reality crashed in upon her as she realized her plight - a captive of the pirates who had looted her seaside village. She had no knowledge of the others, of her family. They were affluent, landowners, and friends of the Governor of the small island. Perhaps they were all captives to be ransomed. She knew something of pirates; of how they raided and took the wealthy for ransom or slaves to sell. The ship lurched again and a wave of nausea swept over her. She felt her stomach respond, and closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves and her stomach. She lay there, chained and distraught until exhausted, and fell asleep.
A noise brought her awake. She looked up into the face of the man who was now releasing her from the wall lanyard and lifting her, fixing her gaze on his piercing blue eyes. He released her, allowing her to stand, though her wrists remained bound. She flexed tentatively as her muscles and joints were sore from lying on the hard deck of the ship's cabin.
The pirate silently took stock of her. She noted his gaze as it lingered upon her breasts through her torn bodice and was humiliated at her state. Without a word, her captor attached a leash to a ring in the leather collar around her neck, then turned, and with her in tow led her out of the cabin and into the blinding sunlight.
She was suddenly on deck, vulnerable to dozens of salacious, leering glances. Her steps faltered and she found herself jerked forward, struggling to maintain her balance and remain upright as the pirate led her to the back of the ship and secured her into a rope harness. Before she realized the intent, she was cast over the side of the ship and into the water. She tried to surface, but was jerked hard after the ship by the harness. She struggled and fault for the surface to breathe as her body bore the brunt of salt water waves pummeling her body. Then, just as suddenly, she felt herself reeled back up onto the ship.
She instantly collapsed and lay on the smooth, wooden deck, pooling salt water beneath her and shivering from shock and cold as the rope harness was removed. She could still feel eyes of the crew pouring over her as she lay there soaking wet in her torn garments. She sought to regain her composure, still in shock of the events of the past day and this new indignation. The leash was reattached to her collar and she was lead back down the staircase and into the same room as before; dripping water.
She was keenly aware that she was alone with this tall, commanding pirate, who was obviously the Captain, and who had yet to speak to her. She struggled to regain her composure and to try and find a way to gain some advantage.
He turned to her and silently pushed her to her knees with a large hand first upon her shoulder, then lightly upon the crown of her head. A position that for her, was not that unfamiliar, and one that she had expected to find herself at some point.
Unexpectedly though, he stepped away and retrieved something from the large wooden desk that was to the side of the room. Taking the moment to look around, she could see two hammocks, the desk, several chests, and another door. Scrolls, maps, and books were arranged in a bookcase attached to one wall and several lanterns gently swayed from short chains attached to the ceiling. There were iron cuffs hanging ominously from a central post. The pirate approached her and cupping her chin, had her stand before him.
A game, she thought...
"I'd rather not have to break you. You will do my bidding. You will do so while never refusing or resisting me. Do you understand?" The man's voice was not at all unpleasant, nor his tone harsh, but mater of fact. Despite her plight, she felt herself responding to him. She nodded her acquiescence.
What's your name?"
"Amelia," she answered meekly.
"Good. Just so you know, I already knew your name. If you had lied to me you would gotten a taste of this." He indicated what she could now see was a short, multi-stranded whip. A "cat" or "Devil's Daughter", she would come to learn it was called.
"Never lie to me. When I speak to you, you answer me. If you must nod, you nod while answering me. Understand?"
"Yes."
A dark look flickered across his face.
"Yes, Sir!" She corrected herself.
A faint smile touched the corner of his mouth.
"Good girl."
Again, she felt a faint stirring in the pit of her stomach. She had often had fantasies of similar circumstances as these while laying in her bed at night, or when alone behind the rose garden with her slender hands under her garments, her fingers strumming her pulsing clitoris. Fantasies... Dark fantasies of being kidnapped by a handsome, roguish pirate; of being ravished on a deserted isle or sun swept deck as some large, strong man had his way with her.
She shivered. This was real. Wasn't it? She blinked several times as the reality of her situation gripped her.
Amelia aprehensively looked up towards the ceiling, then towards his face as he spoke again to her.
"The collar you're wearing is mine and bears my mark. It means you're now mine. Do you understand?"
She considered his words and thought again of the dirty men who had assaulted her during the attack and of the horde of ravenous eyes that had devoured her on deck. "Yes, Sir. I understand."
"I am Captain of The Wicked. You are here at my whim and you will serve me in all ways. Do you understand?"
Again her stomach tightened at the thought of what this could mean... and she felt another stirring as well. Her breathing changed.
"Yes, Captain." She said demurely.
He walked over to the center post and rattled the cuffs.
"In case I need you staying put..." he let the threat hang, then sat in one of the hammocks.
"Welcome to my world, Amelia. Again, it is important that you obey me and do not resist or disobey me. On such ships as these, perceptions are more important than realities. I have an image to uphold, and, as my slave, so do you. Any disobedience or attempts to resist me or to escape, and you will be punished - SEVERELY. I will not hesitate to use corporal means upon you, or to give you away or sell you if displease me. You need to understand that your value to me is in your ability to please me - in all ways. Do you understand?"
Amelia nodded. "Yes, Sir", she whispered.
"Come here."
She approached him, standing timidly before him, more aware of her vincibility than ever before.
The Pirate released her wrists, which she rubbed with each hand.
"Remove your clothing and kneel."
She hesitated and another tremble went through her.
"That wasn't a request, Amelia. Now remove your clothing."
Steeling herself, she unbound her bodice and stepped naked from her dress and underclothing. She then folded herself down onto her knees, her hands resting upon her thighs, and gazed up at him.
He smiled.
"You will kneel as you are now whenever I enter unless I instruct you otherwise. I will allow you dress when above deck, but you will always be in a state of undress here. If I tell you to crawl, you will crawl. You will eat what I give you, sleep where I tell you, and seek to please me at all times. Are we in accord?"
"Yes, my Captain." She answered as though succumbing to her fate.
She knew they must dock for supplies at some point. In her mind, she thought of opening one of the port windows and slithering through it to escape. She would have to bid her time and avoid being chained. She was adept at having her way with men and always before having them at her whim. Surely, she could bring this Pirate Captain to her whim as well, woo him and lull him until she could make her escape.
She hadn't been chaste since she was twelve and though discreet, she had taken many a sweaty young lad as a lover. The stable boys were always of strong back and rippling muscle and she often found herself belly to belly with a lively lad in one of her father's stables, the smell of dust and hay and sweat and sex permeating her nostrils as she fucked them and took their cocks in her mouth and cunt, before swallowing their orgasms or having it spewed across her soft belly. Her clitoris goaded her again at these thoughts.
She was suddenly more alive. She noted that he was also watching her intently as though he noted the changes in her - and that her mind was racing with thought. A smirk formed at the corner of his mouth. She parted her lips and touched the tip of her tongue to them, something that usually drew men in and had always worked in her favor in the past. Perhaps the Captain wouldn't be so difficult after all, she mused.
She barely saw his hand as it caught her along the side of her face, wracking her head back. She found herself reeling, her face stinging, but now her throat in his grasp.
"You little tart, you think you can toy with me, girl?"
He laughed and this laugh sent another violent shiver thru her.
"Think you can use those tricks on me?"
"No... no, Captain", she cried out as he slapped her again.
Amelia tried to protest and protect herself, but the Captain grabbed her by her hair and pulled her bodily to the post, lifting her wrists one at a time and attaching them in the cold and biting irons. Her wrists ached and she was forced to stay on her toes to relieve the pressure on them. Fearing she knew what was coming, she felt a colder fear grip at her heart, and she began to plead with the pirate.
"Please, I'm sorry... I do anything..."
The pirate ignored her, and jerked her head back by her hair. She could feel his mass, his strength, and now his anger. He forced a gag into Amelia's mouth, muffling her pleadings to faint whimpers. With only a slight sound of warning, she felt a vicious pain streak across her back, causing her to cry out through the gag. Again and again the cat struck at her as she was whipped across her entire back and torso as the strands of leather with beaded ends flayed at her flesh, wrapping her in a fiery, stinging embrace that found her breasts and nipples, her stomach, her back, ass, and thighs until she was gasping and crying and pleading against the gag.
Without compunction, the pirate Captain continued beating her as the sobs racked her body, and her tears streaked her face and chest. Her mind went numb and her upper body burned as on fire.
Finally, the beating stopped. She was released and allowed to collapse onto the floor of the cabin. Again she was collected up by her hair, then dragged led back to her original place. Again her wrists were attached to the lanyard. Finally, her legs were pulled apart roughly. Through the haze of pain and action, she felt a fleshy stab at her cunt, and then the unmistakable sensation of being impaled by a man. She felt the Captain's cock slide deep within her, painful at first, but then wetly as her cunt betrayed her plight. Her clit throbbed in response to the Captain's cock grinding against it, and her cunt flooded more and began to soak them both.
"Masochist!" The Captain suddenly spat at her and grinned a wicked grin.
She writhed beneath him, trying to move, but she was firmly pinned between the wall, the floor and the large, invading body upon her. The cock was pulled out and pushed back in with force and rhythm. She felt a hand clawing and scratching at the welts on her breasts and sides, pinching and tearing at her nipples. The sensations of it all drove her into a helpless haziness of lust. She could no longer feel anything but the cock plunging into her, filling her, as his pelvis crashed against her pulsing clitoris and clenching cunt. She was going to orgasm.
She squeezed her eyes and cried out loudly into the gag, her muscles contracting, bowing her up against the thrashing man fucking her. Then she collapsed, spent, waiting for the Captain to finish with her. She could feel his cock driven even deeper now, and then the sensation of fluid spewing hotly deep within her as the Captain roared like a great bull as his own orgasm wracked him, then he tumbled down onto her as he regained his breathing and his strength.
He lay there with her as she breathed through her nose, struggling for air beneath him. He lifted himself from her and lay next to her and removed her gag. Moments later, her legs and then her hands were released and she was pulled backwards and collapsed into the pirate's arms. She found his now gentle embrace insidiously comfortable. Her body chose that point to go unconscious.
End of part I... ~smiles
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Captain of the Wicked inDeeD... kisses
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