Kidnapped by Pirates

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Caroline slept well, despite the rigours of the space in which she was confined. The next day the weather was fine and the captain was minded to indulge them all, allowing them on deck for most of the day. Several of the girls engaged in banter with members of the crew; one might have almost supposed that the girls were their companions instead of their captives. That evening Caroline was invited again to the captain’s quarters. This time he asked her to dress in a fine white negligee, embroidered with lace. The material was thin, almost gauze-like. Caroline was embarrassed to see that it did not entirely hide her body. She was sure that her n*****s, which had become erect almost as soon as she entered the captain’s cabin, were visible, as was the triangle of dark hair between her thighs. But what was the point of her modesty? Here she was, the captive of a licentious and mercenary man, entirely as his disposal, and knowing that before the night was out he would once more possess her. That she would be f****d was not in doubt; all that was unresolved was the manner of it.

She had just finished arranging herself in the negligee when the captain drew back the curtain. “I remembered that I have this,” he said.

He handed her a box, inlaid with a pretty design of flowers and covered with glossy lacquer. She opened it. Inside was a range of cosmetics, in tiny compartments: eye shadow, mascara, blusher, rouge for her lips. And a tiny bottle, which when opened gave off a heady perfume of jasmine.

“It’s lovely,” she said.

“Make full use of it,” he said.

He watched while Caroline applied the contents, darkening her eyes, reddening her lips, giving colour to her cheeks. There was a pretty hairbrush too, the back decorated in mother-of-pearl. She brushed her blonde locks, then let them fall to her shoulders.

“What became of the previous owner?” she asked, a little mischievously.

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“I would not have asked otherwise.”

“I took her to the slave market and got a good price for her. Though I heard she was ransomed after a year.”

The captain called out for the food to be brought: some fish which Caroline could not identify but which was very fresh, some potatoes and greens, and then some cheese. The captain kept filling her wine-glass, which amused her somewhat. He doesn’t need to get me drunk to take advantage of me, she thought. I’m completely at his mercy; he can do exactly what he likes. They finished their meal and the dishes were cleared away. Caroline was in a playful mood; perhaps it was the wine.

“Is this the point at which you f**k me?” she asked, with a demure smile.

“I would not expect a lady to use such language,” he replied. Surely she could not have shocked him?

“Perhaps you don’t know much about ladies,” she said. Was she trying to provoke him? To what?

He was silent for a moment. “Come here,” he said.

She got up from the table and went round to where he was seated. “You’d be surprised what I know about ladies,” he said. “It’s often the fine ones who are the most depraved.”

“I hope you don’t think I’m depraved,” she said, still playing the coquette.

“I think you would be if you stayed long enough with me,” he answered. “Now bend over the table.”

She did as he said. He lifted up her negligee, exposing her bare bottom. She tensed, waiting for another slap on her buttocks. Instead, the captain bent forward, pulled her cheeks apart with his hands and kissed her full on her asshole. Caroline gasped. No one had ever thought to do such a thing. She didn’t know how to respond; was it erotic, or was it just filthy? Before she could decide, the captain began to lick around the tight little orifice with his tongue., He circled slowly, every now and again pressing the tip of his tongue into the centre, as if he would penetrate there, but his tongue lacked the necessary stiffness. Caroline clenched the muscles there, quite involuntarily. It wasn’t that she wanted him not to do this, but she had no experience of it, and closing herself there was an instinctive action. Yet as the captain’s tongue worked on her more, circling, pressing, circling again, she found herself relaxing, opening up. Henry had buggered her once or twice, but he had done nothing like this, merely lubricated her rather perfunctorily before pushing in his c**k. This was different, a sort of anal seduction, easing her into the pleasure of it, gaining her confidence, teasing her so that she wanted more, wanted to open up like a flower for him and for him to dip in deep.

While his tongue worked, the captain put a hand around her waist then slid it down till it was between her legs. Unerringly he found her clit, already swollen. Pushing his finger quickly into her cunt, he spread her juices over her clit and began to stroke it as he had done last time, with movements that were precisely what she would have done for herself.

Caroline sighed. Was anything ever as pleasurable as this? The captain kept sliding his tongue around the tight little orifice (not quite so tight now), while his finger coaxed her clit towards the ultimate pleasure. She was unsure what would come next. Would he make her come? Or would he bugger her, sliding his big hard c**k into the space he had prepared?

As chance would have it, the oil which had been provided to dress the salad was still on the table. The captain drew it towards him and carefully poured a little onto his fingers. Then carefully, almost tenderly, he slipped first one finger then two into the puckered little orifice. Caroline forced herself to open up. She was eager to receive him now, eager to minimise her resistance to him, wanting the space filled by something even better than fingers.

The captain got to his feet. She knew what was coming. He placed his c**k precisely between the cheeks of her bottom, the tip resting against the little hole. Caroline herself ready for him, pressing down to open herself. But however much she did so, the captain’s c**k felt huge, far too big for that delicate little place. As the captain pushed against her, Caroline gasped and tried harder to open up. But she wondered, as she had wondered when Henry had first taken her this way, whether it was even possible for a man to enter a woman like this. The captain, however, was in no mood to be denied. He was not cruel, but he was firm and determined. It felt to her as if resistance only stimulated him to press harder, and the head of his c**k suddenly slipped inside her. The captain grunted with satisfaction. Caroline felt so full, surely she could not get fuller than this, but the captain kept pressing and as she got used to his c**k her ass seemed to adjust and penetration became easier, until at last the captain’s c**k was lodged wholly within her.

For a moment the captain was still, though she could hear him breathing hard. “God, that’s good,” he said. “I think you have the best ass I’ve ever seen. Or fucked.”

Caroline did not know how to receive this compliment, but since her face was pressed to the table she was not obliged to react. Slowly the captain withdrew his c**k, just a little way, then pressed back in. Caroline began to relax. She could take it; there was no real pain, and indeed, she reflected, the pleasure of being taken in this manner easily outweighed any discomfort. It wasn’t just that it felt so good to be filled with c**k there. There was something about it that appealed to her. She viewed it as a perversion, an unnatural act, and she was beginning to realise that she was drawn to such things. s*x for her would never be a matter of straightforward intercourse. That was pleasant enough. But she was coming to see that she needed more. She needed to be pushed, stretched, impelled towards not just enjoyment but debauchery. And she needed a man who could push her in that direction. It seemed as though the captain was just such a man. But unfortunately, he did not value her enough to keep her. Having taken his fill of her, he would sell her to the highest bidder.

But then, she thought, as the captain began to thrust harder, his lust increasing as he saw his c**k thrusting into the lovely, rounded, white bottom of the girl bent over beneath him, what future could she realistically have with the captain, even if he were to fall headlong in love with her? Could a woman such as herself sail the seven seas as the companion of a pirate, an outlaw pursued by all the navies of Europe? She gasped as the captain drove into her harder still, piercing her tight little asshole, stretching it till she feared he must rip it, but in fact he did not, either because he had prepared her so well or because Caroline had managed to overcome her resistance, had learned how to relax her anus so that it could accommodate a c**k the size of the captain’s. Buggery, sodomy; such a wicked act, it seemed. Was that why she got so much pleasure from it?

With an oath the captain ejaculated into her. She imagined his hot semen scalding her as it spurted into her bowels. Then he withdrew and she no longer needed to imagine, she could feel the semen dripping from her, oozing out and running slowly down the inside of her thigh.

She hadn’t come, but she didn’t care about that right now. She could take care of her need later, while the girls slept in the darkness of the hold. The captain was in a companionable mood. He offered her more wine. They spoke a little of her fate. Slavery, he said, was not the worst thing that could happen to a woman, not in the circumstances in which she would experience it. Some women, he said, if they played their cards right, could rise to positions of influence, could find favour by their skills in bed and parlay them into a position of comfort and even influence. Caroline treated this with scepticism. A slave was a slave, was she not, and always at the mercy of her owner and his whims. But she was a girl of spirit. Even if she thought the captain was telling her these things only because he had some feelings for her and wanted to give her some hope, she resolved to make the best of it. Moping would get her nowhere. Fortunately, she was a girl who loved love, who enjoyed to the full the pleasures of the flesh. She was an imaginative and talented lover, who had benefited from an excellent teacher, and maybe she could eventually show her owner a trick of two.

Caroline took her leave of the captain and went back to the other girls, who appeared to be sleeping. After quickly giving herself relief with her hand, during which she relived again the recent act which the captain had performed upon her, she slept well. The next day up on deck she fell into conversation with two of the other girls, Sally and Nell. They were both curious about her time spent with the captain. Caroline answered their questions without giving away much detail.

“And how goes it with you?” she countered. “Do the men use you hard?”

“Sometimes they are a little rough,” Sally admitted. “But I feel a bit sorry for them, at sea for weeks on end with no female company.”

“Do you think they ever turn to each other for relief?” Nell said. There was a sly look in her eye. “I’ve heard it said that men will do that if their need is great.”

“I think if you asked them you might get a black eye,” Sally said. “It’s not something they would want to admit.”

It was also not something Caroline had ever thought about. Two men together, touching each other? What sort of things would they do? Suddenly she had a vision of one man doing to another the very thing the captain had done to her the night before. The thought was disturbing, yet strangely arousing.

“The captain is rather handsome, don’t you think?” said Sally, reverting to their earlier topic.

Nell laughed. “He could do me, any time he wanted.”