Tag: fantasy

Martha layed back nervously. Was this it? Was he about to violate her and call it ‘a reward’?! She felt sick, anxiety twisted her stomach. She clenched her fists prepared to fight. He hadn’t restrained her. That was his mistake she thought. The Captain watched her face. He could see she was anticipating some assault. He wasn’t surprised given her father’s proclivity to violence. But, he needed to build trust if she was to give herself to him. He reached out his hand towards her …

Martha wasn’t sure how long she stayed watching the family of dolphins, but the light had changed and her knees were feeling sore. But, even the discomfort couldn’t drag her away from the window and the antics of the dolphins. So, when there was a light knock at the door she was not only startled, but disappointed. She hadn’t interacted with anyone else on the ship and Martha felt nerves flutter in her stomach. “Come,” the Captain spoke clearly, and the door opened. A young …

When Martha woke again it was still light, so she hasn’t slept long. He was not on the bed with her and she rolled onto her back staring at the ceiling. The wood was old, dark and warm. Slowly she sat up. Her wrists were still unbound, and her eyes moved around the room. She hadn’t really looked at it. Too frightened yesterday and this morning – she stopped those thoughts dead in their tracks. Da was gone. The Captain had said she would never …

He lay comfortably while she slept. Her warm body was curled at his side, her breathing soft and gentle. He wondered what her life had been like in England. He’d wager it hadn’t been easy. Her hands were used to work, he could see the callouses and her knuckles were still showing signs of having been chapped, despite having been at sea for a few weeks. Her father had been a nasty piece of work he mused. When The Captain had arranged for him to …

He waited until she had finished eating, trying to concentrate on his own plate and not on the way her tongue looked as she licked her lips, or how it would feel swirling the top of his cock. Every now and then she would glance at him and blush. The colour flushing her face was delightful, and he knew that she would flush this way when her body was taken by its first climax. His sex was uncomfortable, his imagination wasn’t helping the situation either. …

Martha opened her eyes. Her head felt clammy. She was back in the cabin, on the bed, but her restraints had not been put back on. “Welcome back,” The Captain’s voice came from across the room. Martha turned her head to look at him. “Why?” Her voice sounded croaky to her ears, and she wondered how long she had been unconscious. “Why did you do it? Why did you make me watch? Where is he now? Is he dead?” The questions burst forth of their …

Martha woke with a scream. Cannon fire. She was going to die. A prisoner on a pirate ship. She could hear men shouting but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Her hands were still bound and the rope was once again secured to the wall. She remembered the spanking and flushed. She thought that she would hurt, but she didn’t. She remembered childhood spankings, for fighting with the neighborhood children, and, she’d always been unable to sit for at least a day. But then …

When Martha awoke, for the briefest moment, she forgot where she was. She was simply warm and comfortable, the mattress softer than anything she had ever felt and in those first few drowsy moments, she didn’t want to wake. Then the memories came flooding back; being dragged from ‘The Fany’ onto the pirates ship. Her hands being tied with the corse rope and being pushed below deck into a cage. Her eyes flew open – her heart pounding. The room was dull but not dark, …

The girl was tied to the ring that he usually used to secure the bed hangings during the day. He knew the men thought it strange but he knew that he slept better in the dark and in the Carribbean it never seems to be dark long enough. He missed the dark nights of the northern climate where he grew up, but he knew he belonged at sea. He’d removed the curtains before he’d had her brought up. He didn’t want to give her anything …