Samantha sat there stunned for a moment. No, Toby must be wrong. Surely they were going to return her to Rabel. The meal she had just eaten formed a lump in her stomach. She didn't know who she was and suspected that unless she could make it back to Rabel and find some friends or family who could help her remember her past, she was going to remain in the dark. She put her head in her hands in frustration.
Toby put a hand on her shoulder. "Are yew okay? Shud I go gits the Capt'n?" He headed for the door and her head shot up.
"No Toby, leave the Captain alone." The quick movement caused a sharp pain in her head and she gave a little whimper, wishing that the sheets were still on the bed so she could crawl under them.
Toby began gathering the remains of their meal to return it back to the galley. He told Samantha, "Yew mite take it a bit easy this afternoon. Yew looks a mite pale. I'll come back later 'n 'elp yew with the sheets w'en 'er dry." He ducked out the door to leave Samantha alone with her thoughts.
Wexling. Wexling was a whispered place filled with the unsavory dregs of society. A port where pirate supposedly drank and cavorted with women of low moral standards. A lump filled her throat. Was that her now? She had lain with a man not her husband, had slept with him, had even had sex with him, albeit against her will. Did she now only belong in a place like Wexling? Were these men pirates? Jake, with his rugged good looks, could fit that description. Maybe Wexling was the only place she could go.
How had this all happened? How could she remember that about Wexling and yet have no memory of her life before the Grey Lady? Yesterday she had been what? The only thing that she now knew about her past was that she had been a virgin. She had wondered if she was married with maybe a husband and children, but that was obviously not true and would now never be. Most men did not want used goods for a wife. If she had a fiancé, then the engagement would be over. What did it matter anyway as every moment she was being taken away from her past into a future that was just as uncertain?
*****
He had not meant for it to happen. At least not like that. When she had said rape, all he had wanted to do was put distance between them. Jake had never had to force himself on a woman. If anything, he had, from time to time, had to cool the ardor of a woman. There were so many to choose from, why tie yourself to just one.
Sam had all the markings of a tavern wench - the bruises, torn and dirty clothes. If he had known that he was to be her first, he would have been gentler. Hell, he had not meant to have her today. He had meant to wait until her head was healed, but he couldn't resist those grey eyes, her full breast with soft pink nipples, or those golden curls just hiding plump nether lips. She had a body made for sex. He just needed to touch her, just maybe check her stitches. But looking into her soft eyes, so questioning and inviting, had spurred him on and before he knew it he was kissing her. He kept seeing the shock on her face as his cock had broken through her maidenhood and the wounded look she had given him afterwards. How she had pulled away in pain. Damn!
And yet, he had been right about her passionate nature. Her pussy had been tight and sweet like a velvet glove, caressing his cock as he slid in and out of her. He found himself remembering her writhing underneath him. Just the memory of her head thrown back, her breast hard and thrusting into the air, was causing him to harden. He needed to get his mind off Sam before his men noticed his straining pants.
He just may have to kill Picky Pete. That Pete had lied was very obvious. This was no woman that he had picked up in a tavern. He would never have thought that the worm could stoop so low to kidnap some innocent maiden on the street but it looked like he had. Jake could feel the anger building in him and he snapped and snarled at his men as they worked on the ship. He knew that it would be better for him to get this rage out of his system before they reached their mark. They were only about a day behind The Ramrod, and they needed to be ready. He had a list of their manifold and knew exactly what they would be looking for. He had more pressing issues like getting his men ready for the attack. A woman would just cause problems.
His mind kept returning to Sam's soft skin, her grey eyes looking at him startled, shadowed with pain as he had plowed into her like a bumbling schoolboy having his first bit of pussy. The instant that he had realized that she had been a virgin he had stopped, giving her body a chance to adjust to the invasion before trying to make sure she at least reached an orgasm her first time. Afterwards, it had been his awkwardness that made him snap at her. Mentioning rape had really rubbed him the wrong way. He had never had to rape any woman!
Yes, she was very passionate. Her pussy had been a nice, snug fit for his cock and once he had breached her fortifications, he knew that he wanted to do so again. Next time he would know what he was up against. But for the time being, he needed to avoid her. She would be fine in Toby's care. Evening would come soon enough.
Now, where was that maggot Picky Pete? He was planning on making his life hell on Earth.
*****
The bit of work that she and Toby had done to clean the Captain's quarters had completely worn her out. Of course, the encounter with the Captain probably had something to do with that too. Her head had been splitting since lunch, and Sam had rested her head on the desk to try and take a bit of a nap, though rest was elusive. The day's activities had played out again and again in her mind.
