The Isle of Women

Chapter One-4

When the captain used her, apart from that once or twice she never came. He had no care for her pleasure, perhaps did not even consider the possibility that she might want it. But afterwards, even though s*x with the captain was mostly an ordeal, she often still had some sort of vestigial desire kindled by what she had done with him. She felt dirty after he had used her, but she was beginning to understand that this was no impediment to pleasure. Dirty girls liked to come too. Perhaps more than most. And so, once the door to cabin was shut, or the captain was asleep, she would console herself with her hand, spoiling herself, touching her clit either tenderly or impatiently until pleasure came. She tried at such times to think only of Lawrence, her one true love, but images of the captain’s swollen c**k would steal unbidden into her mind. After a week or two she had appropriated one or two objects to aid her: a hairbrush, which she had begged from the captain to keep herself kempt, but the handle of which fitted nicely inside her cunt, and a knife with a bone handle which was about the size of a c**k, and which she fondled and kissed and pressed tenderly to her cheek before penetrating herself.