part two (first encounter)
After she had dried off, she sat still wrapped in a blanket on the bed. A man had seen her nude. She could not believe that this would be her fate. She should have stayed in town and married that horrible John Brown, surely that would be a better fate than this. No... she thought, perhaps not. At least this man has promised not to beat me as long as I do as he says, she was sure John would not have extended her that courteously.
To her horror, he had explained to her in detail the proper way to clean herself in her most private areas, and made her shave her legs, armpits, and even trim her pubic hair. Losing her pubic hair made her feel exposed and dirty.
Captain William Horton had explained to her exactly what she would be doing, the rules she must obey, and what would happen if she did not. He waited patiently while she sobbed and begged him not to do this to her, but then explained after she quieted that while he let her get it out of her system once, he would not tolerate constant sobbing and whining. If she disobeyed him, or attempted to run away (where could she go anyway?) he would place her at the mercy of all the sailors, which he promised was a worse fate then being with him.
Every since the captain had met her, he had been infatuated. He had been with many women, mostly prostitutes, but had always fantasized about deflowering a naïve virgin. Every since his first meeting with her, thoughts of touching her, pleasing her, feeling her fear and apprehension, teaching her to touch a man and so forth had swam constantly in his head. And, on top of everything... she was beautiful. He could not believe his luck.
To her surprise, he handed her some sleeping garments and told her she could dress. He also gave her some food. He sent her to the four poster bed as he worked by lamplight at his desk. She soon drifted off.
She woke to a whisper in her ear:
"Are you comfortable?" she immediately stiffened. She knew she was required to respond to a direct question. "Yes, sir" she whispered
"He was lying with her in the bed. He was covered with the blankets from the waist down, but had no shirt. He was well defined and strong, obviously much stronger than her.
"I am going to ask you some questions. I expect honest answers. If I think you are lying, I will punish you, so you should be smart enough to tell me the truth. I am very good at catching a lie, and you do not seem to be the type that could lie well anyway." He was right
"Yes, sir."
"Have you been taught about sexual relations between a man and a woman?"
She blushed furiously. "Only that it is for the institution of marriage, and that anything outside of that is sin. That is what we were taught. The Sisters had a talk with us when we reached the age of 13 to prepare us for marriage. They only said that for a woman to take pleasure in such acts is ungodly and sin, and that our only interest in sexual relations should be for the creation of life and the pleasure of our husbands."
The captain smiled. "I am going to have to teach you a little differently than that. If a woman feeling pleasure is a sin, than I am going to make you a very dirty sinner. I am going to make you feel things you did not know you could feel. No husband will ever be able to please you like I will, and in return, you will become very skilled at pleasing me. You will not be one of those women who lay there motionless while their husband mounts and heaves over them. You will take pleasure in many different positions and types of intercourse. You will moan and scream and soak the bed with your juices."
She was still blushing when he placed his hand on her stomach and began feeling her body up and down through her nightgown. He gasped when he went over her breast, shocked and embarrassed.
"Take off your nightgown." He ordered.
She looked at him desperately, her eyes brimming with tears and fear welling up in her chest. Seeing her terrified, innocent expression made him crazy with lust, as he thought of how those eyes would look when he had her moaning with pleasure.
The look on his face was stern, and he began to raise his hand as if to strike her. "You should not test me. If you refuse, this will be much worse for you. I can make this as painful or pleasurable as you like."
She wanted to scream that that she would never take pleasure in his touch and that he could do what he liked, but she would never enjoy a single moment of it. She wanted to, but she was too afraid to speak.
He ducked away from his hand and began to quickly unbutton her nightgown.
"Do it slowly. Stand up"
She stood by the bed and slowly unbuttoned her nightgown, then let it slip slowly off her shoulders before it fell to the ground. Her instincts told her to cover herself with her hands, but one look at his stern face and she dropped then to her side. He stared for a long time in silent awe before he finally spoke: "Back in bed."
He continued exploring her, while she lay nude and uncovered on the bed. Tears were on her cheeks, but she held back sobs and tried to regain herself. He would be much rougher if she made him angry.
As he slid his hand up and down, he began to slowly pull her legs apart little by little. When she tried to close them, he gave her cheek a hard smack and told her not to resist. She could not hide back her tears. "I am sorry, sir. But please, please do not touch me... there... please, I can work as hard as anyone on this ship, harder if I have to, but please, please do not make me do this." She knew it was probably hopeless, and he would probably get angry, but she had to try. There was still a chance her virtue could be saved if he would stop now. She expected him to get angry, but instead he cupped her face and wiped her tears with his thumbs.
"Oh, little girl, you are not going to get anywhere with that... in fact, your sweet tears and urgent begging to remain innocent is just making me more aroused. Now, be quiet and do as I say so that I don't have to hurt you." He kissed her still lips and then said, "I really do not want to hurt you, you know."
He pulled her legs apart and slid his hand between them. She gasped. He began moving his hand in gentle circles over her sex, and tears began to overflow on her face.
"I've learned from many years of bedding women that this little nub right here is a very pleasurable spot. Now stop crying. Close your eyes and relax."
She closed her eyes, but she could not relax. How could she when a man was violating her? Destroying her chance to ever have a happy life? Who would ever marry her now? She emptied her mind of all the dark thoughts, trying to escape them. However, in doing this, she began to concentrate inadvertently on the feelings being created by the captain's hands.
He began to increase the speed of the circles his hand made on her clit little by little, and smiled to himself when he felt her twitch slightly as her body began to recognize the feelings as pleasure. He enjoyed all the fight she had in her, but her defeat was going to be sweet. He pulled the sheet aside and pressed his erection into her leg, which made her jump a little and open her eyes, wide with shock. She had never felt a man before.
"See how hard you make me? Do you know what this is, Katy? Tell me what I have touching your leg."
Katy did not know what a man's genitals were called; she used the only word she knew. "That is your... sexual... organ." She had wondered before what a man would look like. She had a basic idea of how she thought sex worked, but she had never explored herself before because it was a sin. She knew a man went inside of a woman... but how could THAT fit inside of her?
"Yes, it is a penis. You will call it my dick. We will get to that soon enough. That makes me curious; do you even know what your 'sex organ' is called?"
"No, sir," she whispered, embarrassed and afraid of where this conversation was going.
"It is a vagina, or a cunt, or a pussy. Those are the most common anyway. Vagina is the proper term, but not what I will be calling it."
He began rubbing circles on her breast. "This is your nipple." He took it in his mouth and sucked, nibbling down on it a little. It shot an odd sensation between her legs when he did this, and she blushed scarlet. She tensed as he placed his finger back on her 'nub'. "This is your clitoris, or 'clit'" he slid his finger further down, right over the place where she peed from, "this is where your piss comes from, I'm sure you know that." His finger slid down between two flaps of skin, "These are your pussy lips, or labia." She went rigid as his finger went to the entrance of her vagina. Though she had never explored herself, it was obvious what this was. "This is your sex whole, your cunt. Ah, I see our little good catholic girl is already a little wet." He pushed his finger slowly into her whole, pushing through her virginity with his thick finger.
She looked a little confused, wondering what he meant by her being wet. It didn't take him long to translate her look.
"You don't know why you are wet, do you? I am not used to such naïve young ladies! You see, when you become aroused, or when you start to feel pleasure, your cunt starts to get wet. The better it feels, the wetter you will get. It is your body's way of lubricating you so it won't hurt as much when I put my dick in you."
Anger flashed across her face. He was smug, but she would show him. She would NOT enjoy his touch, she would remain dry and he would not have the pleasure of making her 'wet.'
He pulled his finger back out and went back to making circles on her clit. "Close your eyes, Katy" he said softly. She fought with all her might to deny her body's craving to give in to his hand. She could not believe her own weakness. He also began to manipulate her nipple with his mouth again as he did this, and the double sensation was hard to fight. Her nipples were hard and sensitive to his touch.
His hand began to move more urgently, and a slow fire began building between her legs. She fought to keep her breathing even and recited prayers to keep her mind distracted. But as his hand moved over her clit, her labia, the entrance to her sex, and back to linger on her clit, she could not deny her body's reaction. Slowly she began to feel something she could not explain. It was like a yearning, a burning need in her vagina, and only his hand could meet it. She gasped against her will, and he knew he had won.
He slid his finger all the way in her, and found her very wet. He began to move, and position his head between her legs. She lifted herself up on her elbows, momentarily distracted. What was he doing? At that moment, he kissed her gently on her clit. She jumped.
"Oh, please, sir, please don't do that! Do not kiss me... there... please!"
