I would like to dedicate this story to wyldrover who emailed me to ask for more Caitlin stories. I was particularly inspired when he explained that he had read previous encounters over the phone to his wife whilst working away. I truly hope this lives up to expectation for you both.
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Twenty one year old Caitlin joined the SS Good Morrow disguised as cabin boy. Unfortunately she caught the eye of the ships cook from whom she was rescued but not before he had forced her to learn the art of oral sex. Her rescue brought her to the attention of the ship's captain. Caitlin narrowly escaped the loss of her virtue when they were interrupted by a pirate attack.
In all her twenty one years Caitlin had never heard such sounds. It seemed that the whole world rocked from the ferocity of the battle that raged. Male screams and yells filled the air interspersed with the sound of steel on steel. For an hour Caitlin quivered beneath the blankets terrified that the door to the captain's bedchamber would be flung open and she would be discovered.
The silence after the fight was unnerving. She heard the shouts of victory and then nothing for what felt like an age. She had almost worked up the courage to creep out from under the covers and listen at the door when it flew open. There was a crack of wood as the lock gave way was followed by a crash as the whole door slammed back against the wall.
In stumbled three of the most dangerous looking men Caitlin had ever seen. All three had wild hair that streamed over broad shoulders. One wore a scarf tied to his scalp and his dirty yellow tresses poured out from beneath it. They all gave a cry of mirth at the sight of her in the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin.
"The captain's whore!" One shouted.
"Aye; an' our Cap'n will thank us greatly for her." Sniggered another.
The bandana reached her first with each other man taking a place on the other two sides of the bed. She was trapped. Before she could lunge away Bandana slid his arms under the blankets and pulled her from the bed.
Caitlin screamed and kicked like a devil but she could not break free. The men laughed heartily as her shirt rode up to her waist. Caitlin froze rigid which made them laugh even louder. Strong arms gripped her around the ribs and held her as though she were his jacket slung over his forearm. Unable to cause damage with her feet or fists Caitlin sagged in the vile mans clutches.
She was forced to cover her face as the pirate carried her from The Good Morrow to the pirate ship. Her captor laughed at her shame as she struggled to cover her bare body and she would swear that he swung her more than necessary just to display her naked lower half.
Cheers went up as he finally stopped; he swung them round in a full circle playing up to his audience. Caitlin screamed and held her knees tightly drawn together to save worse embarrassment.
"The captains whore my Captain."
Caitlin felt a chill run through her body. Very slowly she raised her eyes to the sight before her. The imposing figure stood with his back to her, he was dressed in full black. Shiny black leather boots covered both feet to his knees where they disappeared beneath his long black frock coat. The coat fitted his triangular torso like a glove. Tapered to his narrow waist before outlining his broadening expanse of back to hang from strong wide shoulders. Dark curls hung free to the centre of his spine, this was no gentlemanly braid or tail but his hair blew free like that of a savage.
Caitlin's breath was tight in her chest with her fear as the pirate captain paced a few steps away from her and then turned. Her eyes widened in surprise as she gazed on the face of a man who could easily be a Spanish prince or some such noble. His milky coffee coloured skin taut over the high plains of his cheek bones, almond shaped eyes of the richest chocolate; the likeness even more apt since they held such a richness of colour but also the surest sharpest bitterness. He held a thin cruel mouth that was framed by the finest sliver of a moustache that bled down to a narrow pointed beard that cover only the point of his chin.
"You are the whore for the captain of the SS Good Morrow?" His voice was ice over frost, the clipped precision of his words gave him away as English.
Caitlin shook her vehemently.
"She was dressed as she is and lying in the captains' bed Sire." Her captor gave her shake.
"Take her to join Bertha." He said dismissively.
Caitlin wondered with some hope if Bertha was the cook. There was a loud cheer from the watching men and her hope flickered. The pirate carried her through the throng and men reached for her and leered at her, hands pawed at her face, her breasts and her naked thighs. Caitlin screamed.
She was limp with exhaustion when they finally stopped. She had struggled like a Hell cat as they travelled into the bowels of the ships. The door before her was kicked open and she saw what she recognised as the bunk room. A maze of hammocks were strung across every available bit of space.
From the furthest darkest corner of the long room the came the sound of animal grunting. Caitlins entire body trembled at that unearthly sound. As she strained her ears and eyes she heard whispering and low male laughter. Caitlin writhed desperately against the arm that held her. There was no stopping her progress through the room and she sobbed anew with her fear.
