The ship rocking gently at port, a shaft of moonlight moves slowly across the floor, finding the bed and illuminating my body, naked with the sheets twisted about me. Still asleep, breathing softly. The sound of the waves and the creaking of the vessel amongst them providing a relaxing environment that invites sleep.
A wench enters the room, carrying a tray of fruit, cheese, wine and bread. She sets it on a table by the bed, careful as not to make too much noise, her long dark hair tied up, face freshly scrubbed and glowing. Her body small, petite with large breasts, wearing a loose gown of silk.
New to the crew, she takes in the room and the body sprawled in the bed. The smell of last night's sex faint but distinct, the salt air unable to cleanse the room of it.
As instructed, she removes her gown and slips into the bed.
I sense her presence and instinctively I wrap myself into her warmth. She curls up with me but otherwise remains still. Our breathing patterns sync up and she drifts off to sleep with me.
Suddenly we are awakened by the sound of boots on the floorboards. Our faces puffy with sleep, rise up and turn to see the door pushed open. Standing there, hands on her hips, taking us in, the pirate quickly undresses. I glance beside me, fully aware now of who she is but, in my sleep rattled mind, uncertain as to how she came to be in bed with me.
The pirate's face stern as she finds and picks up her whip.
"Did you fuck her?"
I shake my head no.
The pirate doesn't seek confirmation from her, instead you motion me out of the bed. Rising, I'm only half out of bed when the whip cuts the air and bites my ass. Before I can remove from the lash, another and another follows.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the wench's nipples harden and her hand move to rub her pussy.
