The Pirate Ship Phoenix, captained by the fiercest blackguard to sail the seven seas: David Hawkins, prowled the waters of the Caribbean like a hungry shark. He ran a tight ship and ruled with an iron fist. This night the captain was uneasy, something was wrong out on the ocean. He could not confide in anyone, because he was captain and to have him show any signs of fear would be bad for morale.
He strode down the passage below decks, looking for a target to remove his unease and get him back on track as ruler of the ocean, at least in his own mind. He stopped outside the common area where newest members of his crew were bunked. He saw a form limned in the moonlight. Her red hair glistened in the beam.
A predatory smile spread across his face and his cock hardened, yes, this was the one.
He strode into the room and placed a hand over her mouth, his other hand grasping the hair on the back of her head. She opened her eyes and wanted to scream, but between the hand and the look in the captain's eyes, she quieted down immediately. He had been known to grab the unwary and take them to his special room in the hold. No one would talk about what happened in there, but the screams could be heard through the thick walls. The women who came out of there always wanted to go back, but for some reason he never took the same woman in there twice.
She had recently arrived on the ship, only aboard two months, but she understood the rules and tried to obey them. To break the rules got her spotted by the captain. She did not understand how she had gotten his attention. She had followed the rules, the officers had only had to punish her on three occasions. What had she done to get his attention? Her mind raced as he dragged her from the hammock. When his hand left her mouth, she covered it herself. She did not want to anger him any more.
He dragged her by the hair down the passage and stopped in front of THE door. She had seen what the other women looked like when they left, and heard them whispering together late at night. But they were careful not to go into detail about what happened. Only that they had never encountered anything like that before, and all of them wanted to return, but to do that they would have to be very bad, and they were afraid of their desire, so they behaved and had sex in the dark, but never seemed satisfied.
He pulled a key from around his neck and opened the door. He pushed her in roughly and closed the door behind him, locking it again and hanging the key around his neck.
"What did I do, Captain?" she asked him, in a strong voice. She stood before him, defiantly, anger in her eyes now that they were alone and none could hear.
He eyed her in the light of the room. She was short, 5' 2", her red hair was shoulder length, her eyes blue like the sea they sailed. He body was curvy, but not overly large, she would do. He walked up to her slowly, his predatory nature clear in his eyes. She stood firm against his approach, not stepping back. His 6' 4" frame looms over her, his muscles rippling under his tight shirt. She can see the outline of his hardness pressing against his pants.
"I have done nothing wrong! Why did you bring me here?!" She asked him again, her anger shifting to fear by the end of the question. His eyes bored into her. She could sense his desire and his anger, she just did not understand why he was angry with her.
He suddenly lunges forward, like the first time she saw him. On the merchant ship, his sword like an extension of his body. The same look in his eyes then as he stalked the Ship's Captain across the deck. His lunge then ended with his Rapier piercing the other Captain's heart, then he pushed the body off his weapon and overboard like it was a minor inconvenience. To be on the receiving end of that look and lunge was frightening to say the least. She very nearly wet herself.
He grabbed her again by the back of the head, and jerks her head back. His eyes showing a bright spark of anger.
"Care to rephrase that comment? Wench..." he growled at her in a low voice that sent chills through her body.
The Captain never yelled. He was scarier in that way, quiet and sudden like a summer squall.
Her eyes narrowed in defiance. "I do as I am told, and then you drag me from my bed and toss me in here. Why am I to be punished?" She tried to fill her voice with steel. It must have worked a bit.
He mouth splits his lips into an evil grin and his eyes light up with lust. "Aye, ye suffer under the Captain's pleasure on this Ship. Ye caught me eye...an' I be aimin' ta claim the Captain's due." he informed her. He used her hair as leverage, and spun her around, forcing her over a nearby large barrel on her stomach.
She grabs at the captain's hands in her hair. She struggles to free her curly red hair, and begins to worry. She is a small woman, but tough, but he is so much stronger and larger.
He chuckles at her struggles. "That's it my dear, struggle, scream, let the crew hear you... " his voice taunts her. He pulls back hard on her hair lifting her off of the barrel and shoves her down on it hard, knocking the wind out of her. She lays there stunned. While she tries to catch her breath, he secures her wrists with manacles to the floor in front of the barrel. He seems very skilled at this, like he has done this many times. He wraps a rope around her waist securing her to the barrel and then spreads her legs securing each ankle with a manacle to the floor behind the barrel.
"Ah, you look so lovely laying there...but something is amiss..." he says with a strange tone in his voice.
Catching her breath, she takes in what is happening. The manacles around her wrists and ankles clink together as she moves them to test their weight. Heavy and secure, she realizes there is no way out of them.
"Do what you will, you will never hear me so much as moan." she declares defiantly.
He smiles at her and walks to a table in front of the barrel. From her angle she can not see what is on it.
"That is what they all say...but Lindsay begs to come back...Mazi begs to come back, they all beg to come back...and I refuse them..." he says in a way that shows his lack of concern. He picks up a large knife and turns towards her. He walks slowly forwards his grin spreading into a large smile.
"Now my dear, I am going to take you to new heights of pleasure and pain, and I want you to be honest when I ask you questions. I will be taking notes for future Captains...so remember, this is for posterity..." he says chuckling.
The Captain walks towards her with the knife shining in the lamp light. Her eyes go wide as he approaches. "I beg for no man." She says, hoping the captain doesn't hear the nervousness in her voice. The knife reflects the dim light and makes her tremble. How did the captain know of her strongest fear? She knows she has not told him. No matter, she will not break.
He runs the blade lightly over her skin, just enough to leave a mark, but not draw blood. The marks he leaves make strange patterns that seem to glow in the light. "you have lovely skin, my dear" he says to her. Goosebumps cover skin where the knife is no longer touching.
Her eyes go wide at the touch of the knife, as she bites her quivering lip. The need grows in her, though she tries to fight it. He flips the blade so it's sharp end can cut the fabric of her top and proceeds to slowly cut way her clothing. Every so often pricking her skin, his eyes boring into hers. His gaze never leaves hers. Each of his cuts is very precise and she knows the blood he draws is on purpose. A smile flits across his face when she reacts to the cuts.
With each cut and each feel of the air on her newly exposed skin, she worries and her anxiousness rises. She is used to being in control of what she is doing and this sudden loss of control shakes her. She can see in the eyes of the captain that he is thoroughly enjoying this.
He smiles as he finishes his work and she is laid out before him in all her naked splendor. "Very lovely...nice ink..." he says, admiring the fact that this woman of England has tattoos the likes of which could only be found on the lowest class in London. Obviously she had married, or was marrying up. He spins the knife suddenly and jams it in the barrel under her head. It quivers there, buried deep into the wood, blade down, the rounded back of the blade rubbing on her chin. He turns and picks up a bucket from the floor by the table.
"Now, let's get to your grooming." He says with an evil grin and a cruel tone. He pulls a sponge from the bucket and soaks the skin under her arms, some of the water splashes onto the tiny cuts on her arms. He is using salt water, it stings as it enters the open wounds, no matter that they are tiny. He pulls the knife from the barrel and proceeds to remove the hair from under her arms. The cold sea water chills her naked skin. As the salt invades each of the cuts a stinging sensation surges. It feels like she is being bitten by bugs over and over. As he slowly shaves her underarms, her face burns from embarrassment. No man has ever been this intimate. The heat of her face causes even more shame, as surly the captain can see the effect he is having on her. Once they are smooth he steps back and looks down at her.
"Very nice, don't you think? What should i shave next?" He asks her, and her eyes go wide.
He moves around behind her and takes the saltwater soaked sponge and wets the hair on her pussy and ass. He takes the blade and slowly, deliberately shaves the hair from her most intimate area. Pulling the skin tight and lightly grazing her lips, every so often running the metal across her clit, poking it lightly, then shaving her anus, leaving shallow cuts. As the captain begins to shave her treasures, she squints her eyes shut. She can't believe he's doing this! She thinks to herself. What should I do? I can't stop him.
At the first light touch of cold metal to her clit, she feels a throb. Oh no! Not now! How can he be arousing me while humiliating me? She thinks to herself. She can feel the heat from his hands on her ass as he moves her skin to do his work. Realizing how close his face must be to her most closely guarded treasures, she feels herself begin to dew up.
How could my body betray me like this? She wonders. Suddenly the first shallow cut comes. She gasps. Then the next. She begins to grit her teeth and brace for each new cut, feeling herself drip more with each new mark. He cleans her with the salt water.
He smiles as she begins to seep, and he puts the sponge down. Kneeling behind her he spreads her cheeks and his tongue darts out between her lips, lapping at her clit. She tries to jerk away at the sudden feeling of something warm and wet on her clit. Her body is extra sensitive from all the attention the captain has already bestowed upon her, and this new sensation is practically pushing her over the edge. Without even being aware that she's doing it, she begins to tilt her ass up to better allow his talented tongue access to her pleasure.
He chuckles and savagely attacks her pussy with his mouth. Sucking her clit deeply into him and biting it just hard enough to confuse pleasure and pain. He slides two fingers into her cunt and a thumb into her ass as he savages her clit by alternating gentle sucking, harsh biting, and sensuous licking.
