I was waiting to hear back from an editor who was looking at my work, but I have not heard back from her since. So I decided to post chapter 2. Please forgive any mistakes you may come across
All characters are over the age of 18.
Chapter 2
Somehow, by some miracle, Tanya had fallen asleep during the night. At first she thought that she'd had a horrible nightmare.
But her eyes flew open to a suddenly familiar sensation. He was on top of her, and he was already fucking her.
He had started fucking her as she slept.
She braced her hands against his chest in an attempt to push him off. But his solid wall of a chest would not budge.
"No!" she cried, still trying to push him off.
He leant forward and rubbed his prickly cheek against her face. His stubble scratching and no doubt marking her tender flesh.
"Good morning, Jewel." He breathed.
"Feels so good to have a warm cunt first thing in the morning." He crooned, his hot breath caressing her face as he spoke. Its stale sourness served as a rude awakening for her and she turned her face away from him, if only to avoid inhaling his stench any more than she had to.
Tanya felt too worn out to cry, and her whole body hurt something awful. No longer having the energy to fight, she dropped her hands back to the bed and just lay still, and he in turn had his way with her body. Every now and then she whimpered or winced at his rough treatment.
"Now that you're fully awake, how about we really get things going?" he said a while later.
Taking both her legs, he raised and pinned them on either side of her head. She was pinned to the bed in the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in before. Her bottom half pointing upwards, he crouched over her bent body, and rammed his hard cock deep inside her, Tanya gasped and cried out, gripping his wrists to urge him to stop. That only served as encouragement for him. She couldn't stop herself from screaming as he started fucking her worn-out body mercilessly.
Before long he quickened his pace and stopped abruptly, tilting his head back, he growled and rammed hard into her once, shooting his load deep into her. She whimpered quietly, her hands still gripping his wrists tightly.
He pulsed and rocked into her until he stopped twitching and grew limp inside of her, pulling out, he released his grip on her stiff legs, which she slowly and painfully lowered to the bed. He moved over her and climbed off the bed, swatting her side on his way.
"Get dressed, the crew will be wanting to me you." He said, as if what just happened between them was something they did on a regular basis.
He turned to the lantern on the side, and soon a dim light illuminated the small room.
Sheer panic was shooting through Tanya. For a moment she had forgotten that there were others on this ship. What was he going to do with her? Was he going to pass her around to all the other men on board? She couldn't breathe.
Her whole body was sore after being with one man. How would she manage if her body was used by others in the same manner as he had used hers?
I should just let him feed me to the sharks. She thought to herself depressingly, as fresh tears started to pool in her eyes.
She looked to the floor for her clothes.
They got dressed in silence.
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John turned over as he heard the girl screaming again.
"Uuuuhg, can't he give it a bloody rest this morning?" he said aloud.
Last night he was sure everyone aboard the ship heard the poor thing screaming for her life in there. He came this close to knocking down the door to drag him off of her. But he didn't want to think about the repercussions if he had. Usually he wouldn't allow such things to happen on any ship that he captained.
But his situation was different.
Different as in...... this was Thomas.
With Thomas he had no power what so ever to stop that man from doing as he pleased on the ship.
Maybe I should retire after all. Then what would I do?
Sighing John rose from his bed, and scrubbed at his face.
"Might as well get up, not gonna get any more sleep with that racket going on." He mumbled. He dressed quickly and made his way to the galley for his morning coffee.
"Morning." He greeted cook as he entered.
"Is it?" answered cook
"Damn shame what happened in that room last night. Don't think anyone got any sleep for the screaming that went on."
"I know." John said as he poured a cup of strong black coffee.
Before he could say any more, John heard a shuffling behind him, he turned and faced the girl that Thomas had grabbed the day before.
He took in the sight of her. Her long brown hair was dishevelled and was sticking out in places. Her clear blue eyes were watered and red rimmed and darted between him and cook before looking down. Her clothing was clean but torn in some places, not doubt from Thomas's rough treatment. But what set his blood boiling was the big angry red marks on her cheeks and around her neck.
Maybe I'll be having some words with Thomas after all. Can't have this going on, next you know all the men will be wanting to do the same thing.
'He...... he said to come and get something to eat.' she stammered in a quiet voice and continued to look down.
"He?" John questioned, with a raised eyebrow.
She raised her head and a look of panic flashed across her face.
"I don't know his name. The one who had me."
"Thomas, he's name is Thomas. Big old brute." Cook offered
"Cook!" Snapped John. He cut cook a sharp look and turned to the girl.
"Here, sit down and get some breakfast down you." He said as he pulled out a chair.
She looked up and gave him a curious look, seeming to think about his offer, she gave a nod of her head and looked back down, carefully, she moved to towards the chair that he offered.
