I'd been in such a deep sleep that when I felt a rough hand against my mouth, I assumed I was dreaming.
81 weeks ago
But as I pried my heavy eyelids open, I was horrified to discover this was no dream.
It was dark in my cabin - the candle on my night table had burned out hours ago, and it was still the middle of the night. But even in the darkness I could make out vague features of a man standing over me. His mouth was twisted into a sneer.
"Rise and shine, princess," he growled in a low voice. My heart started pounding in my ears and my body tensed up. I raised my arms in some attempt to fend him off, but the shock made me sluggish. Another set of hands grabbed my wrists, rendering me helpless. Another man pulled the blankets off of me and grabbed my legs, yanking me off the bed until my feet hit the cold wood floor.
I couldn't tell how many men were in my quarters, but it seemed like more kept leaping out from the shadows. The one whose hand was against my mouth took it away, only to secure a thick piece of fabric across my lips. He tied it tightly at the back of my head. The man who'd held my wrists yanked them behind my back and quickly bound them together with rough, prickly rope.
When I felt two more sets of hands start wandering all over my body, I began to cry. What was going on? Where was my father? Where were our guards? Tears escaped down my cheeks and a muffled whimpering came from behind the gag. The men laughed at me when they noticed.
"I don't think she likes it," one said as his hand grabbed at my breast through my nightgown. It was thin, sheer - they could see everything, and in the darkness I saw too many pairs of glimmering, evil eyes staring at me. Surely these men intended to force themselves on me - to take my maidenhead. That thought alone made me cry even harder.
"I bet she's a virgin, too," another man said as he stuck his hand between my legs, rubbing me through my nightgown. "You know they always taste the sweetest." I squirmed, trying to back away from him.
"Stop that!" Every man's head turned to the doorway where another man entered, his hand resting on the hilt of the sword on his hip. By the way they all reacted, I figured he had to be someone important.
"Finish looting the room, and take her to the captain," he commanded in an even tone. "Untouched and unharmed," he emphasized when the men failed to stop their groping. They hesitantly removed their hands.
"The captain'll like you," one of the gropers sneered, grabbing my arms roughly and steering me out of the room. As we left, I could see all the men riffling through my precious things, carelessly tossing my jewels into sacks.
I still had no idea what was going on, but as we made our way through the ship up towards the dock, it was becoming all too clear what had happened. A dozen men were lying on the dock, all dead or dying. Blood was everywhere, and the stench made me ill. I recognized a few of the faces as my father's men - good men, who'd died trying to protect us from this raid. The tears came again when I realized this meant my father was most likely dead, too.
I shivered in the cold night air as I was forcefully guided towards the railing, where a thin, wobbly-looking plank of wood acted as a bridge to another ship. I stared at it, not believing I was going to have to cross it.
"Let's GO," the man growled, placing his hands on my bottom and boosting me up onto the railing. I let out a yelp, and my unsteady legs nearly sent me tumbling into the dark, uninviting depths of the sea. Regaining my balance, I carefully placed one bare foot onto the bridge. When it didn't break into a thousand pieces, I took another step forward, then another. The short journey felt like it took hours, but finally I found myself aboard the pirates' ship.
On deck, dozens of men leered at me and I started shivering even more. The man who'd been guiding me suddenly reappeared and started steering me towards the front of the ship. Standing near the wheel was a tall man with a big sword who I assumed must be the captain.
"Captain!" My escort greeted him grandly. The captain took his time turning around, and when his gaze met mine, his face was unreadable. He didn't frighten me, but his expression did nothing to comfort me, either.
"We did as you asked," the man explained. "We've collected all the jewels and gold we could find, and everyone is dead. Well, everyone except her, that is." Again, the captain said nothing, but his eyes bore into mine.
"We can kill her too, if you'd like," the man continued. "But we thought you might like to see her first. She's a pretty little thing." The captain walked slowly toward us and he looked me up and down, evaluating. I knew that my nipples had hardened in the cool night air, poking out prominently through the thin fabric. No man had ever seen me like this before, and now dozens had. The captain did a complete circle around me, surveying me from all angles. Finally, he stopped. He gave the man a stiff nod.
"Take her to my chambers," he said. And then he turned back towards the wheel.
"Lucky you," my escort whispered into my ear as he pulled me toward the ladder to get below deck. He descended the ladder first then motioned for me to follow. He kept his hands firmly on my bottom as I made me way slowly down the ladder, and I knew he'd most likely glanced up my nightgown to get a look at my bare sex, too.
I felt immense relief when the man showed me to the captain's quarters, pushed me down on the bed and simply left. It felt so wonderful to just be alone. I slowly sat up on the bed - a tricky task with my hands bound behind my back - and surveyed my surroundings.
The room was large. There was a chair and desk by big bay windows, and a table and chairs for eating off to the side. A bowl of apples and a carafe of wine sat on it. The bed I was sitting on had lush coverings and was comfortable. A chamberpot and basin were in the other corner. The room was bright, with a dozen candelabras lit. It had everything one would need to survive comfortably at sea. This chamber, I realized, was fairly similar to my own on the ship I was just taken from.
I wasn't sure how long I waited there, bound and gagged, but eventually I heard the latch on the door turn. My heart started beating ferociously as I saw the captain enter, closing and locking the door firmly behind him.
I waited for him to acknowledge me, but he took his time. I watched him remove his sword and belt, then his leather vest. He slipped off his boots and kicked them carelessly into the corner. The captain removed a small dagger from his hip, and suddenly turned towards me. Alarmed, I scooted back in the bed - a feeble effort to get away from him.
When he approached, he pulled my arm, yanking me to my feet. I scarcely breathed as he spun me around, wondering if I was about to be raped. But the captain simply used the dagger to slice through my gag and bounds. The rope and fabric fell to the floor, and I was suddenly free. But I didn't dare move.
I heard the captain move across the room towards the dining table. I slowly spun around and watched him slosh wine from the carafe into two goblets. He approached me again and offered me one. I hesitantly accepted.
"What's your name, girl?" His voice was much gentler than his crew members', and it surprised me. He took a big gulp of wine as he awaited my answer.
"Catherine," I said quietly. The captain was making intense eye contact with me again so I took a sip of my own wine to break the tension.
"I'm Captain Sheridan," he responded. "James Sheridan." I didn't know how to respond so I took another sip of wine. This was much stronger than what I was used to drinking.
He was still silently staring so I decided to stare back. Captain Sheridan wasn't a bad looking man. In fact, he was quite handsome, beneath all the dirt and scruffiness. I couldn't quite discern his age, but I guessed he was somewhere between thirty and thirty-five. He was quite tall and had dark brown hair with a matching beard. His eyes were dark as well. Mysterious. I was trying to figure out his intentions. Surely I had been brought here to pleasure him - but his actions so far had confused me.
"How old are you?" He asked, breaking the silence again.
"Are you married?"
"Betrothed," I said. I'd actually forgotten all about William until that exact moment. We were to be wed in the summer. My father had invited me onto his voyage as a goodbye trip - one last journey together before I left to start my life with my husband. It dawned on me that I may never see William again.
"A maiden, then." Captain Sheridan didn't phrase it as a question.
"Yes," I said quietly, my cheeks blushing. His expression was impossible to read - I couldn't tell if my answer had pleased him or not.
"W-what will happen to me?" I asked, the strong wine making me a little bolder. Captain Sheridan took another long gulp of his drink, finishing it. He set the goblet down and started unlacing his shirt. My throat suddenly turned very dry.
"Well," he began, pulling off his shirt. "If you behave - if you warm my bed, please me, do as I ask - no harm will come to you, Catherine. I'll make sure my crew don't touch you. I'll provide you food and comfortable shelter during our long voyage." I stared at him, bare-chested now. He was muscular. Hairy. Manly. I'd never seen William without a shirt but he was only twenty-one, and smaller in frame. I doubted he looked like Captain Sheridan.
"All right," I said. What else could I do but agree? He didn't say what would happen if I didn't behave, but I imagined it wasn't good.
"Take off your gown," he told me. With trembling hands I slowly pushed the straps off my shoulders and pulled the fabric down, first revealing my breasts. Captain Sheridan's expression changed ever so slightly, and I could see the desire clear in his eyes. I continued pushing down my nightgown, wiggling it past my shapely hips. Soon enough, the fabric was in a pool around my feet. I carefully stepped out of it.
He surveyed me again, just as he had earlier above deck. I felt goosebumps erupt on my skin as he continued to scrutinize my naked body. I'd never been naked in front of a man before. I involuntarily shivered.
"Are you cold?" He asked.
"I'm frightened," I admitted. It seemed as if my answer amused him - the corners of his lips twitched, and I swear I almost saw a smile.
"There's no need to be afraid, Catherine," Captain Sheridan said. "I'm much too tired to take my pleasure tonight. Just get into bed."
I blinked, not trusting that the man who just forced me to undress wanted nothing more from me. Nevertheless, I pulled down the soft covers on the bed and nestled into it. I faced Captain Sheridan and watched as he unbuckled his trousers. When he pulled them down and I got a peek of his manhood, I quickly averted my eyes, staring up at the ceiling. He let out a soft chuckle at my reaction and got into bed with me.
The bed was big enough for two, but barely. I felt his warm skin pressed up against mine. I laid there with my back to him, too uncomfortable to even move or try to go to sleep.
"Go to sleep, Catherine," he whispered. Captain Sheridan put his arm around me, spooning me. I inhaled sharply as his hand touched my breast. I waited for more fondling, but none came. He was still, arm wrapped tightly around me, hand softly caressing my breast.
After a few minutes, his breathing turned slow and deep, and I relaxed a bit knowing he was asleep. His warmth was almost comforting, and so was the sensation of his steadily rising and falling chest. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off, held tightly by my captor.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of Captain Sheridan getting dressed. I squinted in the sudden sunlight that flooded the room, my vision still blurry from sleep. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was and what had happened.
"Good morning," he said. "There's some fruit and tea for breakfast. I also had my men bring in some of your things." I sat up in bed and looked to where he was gesturing. Sure enough, one of my trunks was there, overflowing with my dresses. I spied some books inside, too.
"Where are you going?" I asked as he secured his belt. I didn't love the idea of being with him all the time, but I also didn't want to be all alone. That seemed scarier.
"I've got a ship to sail," he said, with another almost smile. "You can do whatever you please. My men won't bother you." Being stuck inside this room all day didn't sound too fun, but I wasn't going to risk wandering the ship alone. I didn't trust that Captain Sheridan's men wouldn't try and continue what they started last night.
He gave me one last look before exiting the chamber. When I was sure he was gone, I put on one of my dresses - a nice, green satin one that brought out my eyes - and picked at the fruit he'd left for me. I spent the day organizing the things that had been hastily shoved into my trunk. I stared out the window at the sea and read until my eyes ached. Finally, when I was starting to go out of my mind with sheer boredom, Captain Sheridan returned. A man holding two plates of food trailed behind him and placed them on the table. My stomach rumbled loudly as the aroma hit my nose.
"Hungry?" Captain Sheridan asked me. I nodded, slowly getting up and making my way over to the dining table. He sat across from me and poured us wine, just as he had last night. We ate in silence for a few minutes, and I focused on cutting my chicken into tiny pieces.
"You're very beautiful, Catherine," he finally said.
"Thank you," I replied automatically, my manners not lost despite the situation.
"Do you find me handsome?" He asked, that hint of a smile back on his lips.
"Yes, though you're a little old," I said. Captain Sheridan let out a loud bark of laughter and the sound startled me.
"And you're responsible for my father's death," I added quietly, and I felt tears filling my eyes. I looked down at my plate so he wouldn't see.
"I'm sorry about what happened, Catherine," Captain Sheridan said softly. I looked up at him and saw he looked sincere. "If those men hadn't put up such a fight, we wouldn't have killed anyone. We just wanted the gold and jewels." I didn't know if I believed him. It didn't matter, anyway. I was stuck with him now, whether he was a monster or not.
We finished our meal in silence, and I was growing more nervous by the minute. Surely tonight wouldn't end the same way last night did. Surely he would want more.
Captain Sheridan got up from the table and walked closer to me. I looked up at him.
"It's time, Catherine," he said gently. I nodded and stood, shaking like a leaf. Captain Sheridan got behind me and his fingers started undoing all the buttons down the back of my dress. He unhooked them so quickly - it had taken me a long time to button them all myself this morning without the help of my lady's maid. Captain Sheridan pushed the material off my shoulders, and soon enough I was naked in front of him again.
He put his arms around my waist and pulled my body against him, tightly. Captain Sheridan's hands moved down and he grabbed my bare buttocks, squeezing hard. He leaned in closer, pressed his lips against my neck and began to kiss me. I just stood there, completely still, not knowing what to do with my hands. Captain Sheridan took a step back and brought his hands to my breasts, rubbing and squeezing until my nipples hardened.
"You have lovely breasts," he whispered as he continued to play with them. My breasts weren't huge, but they were big enough that my maids were always commenting on how gifted I was.
"Thank you," I said, again, automatically. Captain Sheridan leaned in close until his lips touched mine. The kiss went from gentle to lust-filled very quickly, his tongue roughly pushing into my mouth. I tried to kiss him back, but his lips were moving in frenzied, foreign ways - I couldn't keep up. William had only ever given me a quick peck here and there. I'd never been kissed like this before.
Captain Sheridan pulled away and started yanking off his clothing at an alarming speed. Then, he was naked. And unlike last night, I couldn't tear my eyes away as I stared at his manhood - hard, and sticking upwards.
He took my hand and guided it toward his cock. I cautiously wrapped my hand around it and he slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft. He let go of my hand and I continued the movements on my own. Captain Sheridan quietly moaned as I did so. I marveled at this giant, hard cock now in my hand. I had no idea this is what they looked like. Did William really have something like this in his trousers? Captain Sheridan's shaft had looked frightening at first, but with every stroke I began to grow more familiar with it and less afraid.
"Get on your knees, Catherine," he said suddenly. I paused and looked up at him, confused, but nevertheless I obeyed. When I was on the floor, Captain Sheridan moved close to me, his cock now right in front of my face.
"Take me in your mouth," he said. I gave him a look.
"My mouth?" I asked. My mother had spent my entire life telling me never to let any man but my husband between my legs. She'd never said anything about letting a man in my mouth. It sounded foul.
"Yes, your mouth," Captain Sheridan insisted. "Open up." I did as he asked, parting my lips slightly. It was enough for him to force himself into my mouth.
"Uhhllll," was the sound that came out as Captain Sheridan started thrusting his member into my mouth repeatedly, his cock sliding across my tongue. His head kept jabbing into the back of my throat, causing me to gag each time. This is disgusting and horrible, I thought as he continued. He clearly didn't think it was disgusting and horrible, though. His moans got louder as his cock continued to ram into my mouth. Captain Sheridan finally stopped and removed his shaft, allowing me to cough and take a few gulps of air.
"Try it on your own, Catherine," he said. "Lick me. Tease me. Then move your mouth up and down my cock." I gave him a doubtful look but obeyed, sticking my tongue out and licking the underside of his shaft. When I swirled my tongue around the tip, Captain Sheridan let out a deep grunt. Feeling a little more confident now, I took him in my mouth again, easing his member in slowly. I bobbed my head back and forth, taking as much of him as I could in my mouth. My heavy breasts swayed from the motion.
"That's it, Catherine," he whispered. I felt Captain Sheridan's hand on the back of my head, and his fingers twisted into my long, dark hair. He kept moaning, and I felt a sense of pride knowing I was causing it. Eventually, he pulled me off his cock by my hair and led me towards the bed. The nerves came back afresh as I realized my virginity was about to be taken - something I was supposed to save for my husband. Even if I got back to William somehow, he certainly wouldn't marry me now. Not after some pirate had ravished me.
Captain Sheridan got me onto my back and he climbed on top of me, his naked body pressing hard against mine. He kissed me again before moving his mouth down to my breasts. He planted kisses down my cleavage before taking my right breast into his mouth.
"Ohh," I gasped out as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I hadn't meant to gasp - it just came out. It felt really good. Captain Sheridan continued to suck my breasts, moving from one to the other. I got so caught up in the sensation that I didn't realize his hand had traveled south and was pushing my thighs apart. I started to internally panic.
"Oh, Captain, I..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say. It's not like I could tell him to stop. Mouth still moving against my breasts, Captain Sheridan slipped two fingers inside my sex.
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I made a quick call to security. "Yes
sir," was the reply. "Ellika, you might
want to turn on the cameras in the executive
conference room. But no recording you naughty
girl!" I said laughing. "Yes Sir, thank
you Sir," was her business like reply. I
thought I was really gonna have to schedule a trip
and reward Ellika for her dedication to duty and
discretion. I walked to the door of the conference
room and a pair of black lace panties were hung
from the doorknob. I looked at the tag and it
showed 'Victoria Secrets'. There was not
much to the panties as they were hipsters and
whatever wasn't silk was lace. I brought them
to my nose and breathed in deeply Angie's
heady scent. I put her panties in my back pocket
and walked in. Lying on her back on the large oak
table was my executive assistant. Sexy lace thigh
highs pointed up her spread legs to a wet and open
pussy. Angie was leaning on her arms watching me
and running her fingers through her wet cleft. She
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