Attack at Sea (Closed for Honeysuckleee and CGraven)

[Honeysuckleee]

It was dark, very dark, the only light was the glance of the moon off the smooth surface of the water, the moon and the surrounding stars. To Dana, that was plenty of light. She enjoyed this time of night most of all, when most of the crew slept. It was quiet, cool, serene. The sound of the water lightly slapping against the hull of the ship, the gentle coo of the breeze as it whispers across the body of the ship.

Dana was born on the water, her father, at the time, nothing more than an *gopher* under the Captain and crew. Her mother, was the Captain's daughter. He, the Captain that is, was not happy with the union of his lovely daughter with the darker skinned man, who was no more than the ship servent, yet his headstrong daughter was in love, and would not be, disueded from that love. They married, on the ship. They lived, worked, everything, on the ship. She gave birth on the ship, at sea.

A ship, on the open ocean, was all Dana Brownell knew. Her mother, again, the Captain's daughter, died early on in her young life. The circumstances surrounding her falling overboard were still suspect. Perhaps the truth would never be known. Dana was only 3 at the time, and it was she that had alerted the crew that dark, fateful night. Her screams could have awakened the dead, as she stood there, staring into the water, the dark, black, unforgiving water. Her mother, was gone. Her body never found. Her Father was devestated. He never understood what could have happened.

Did she jump? No, she never would have left her precious Dana. She lived for her daughter

Did she slip?

Was she pushed?

That was 15 years ago, and even now, Dana's father still wondered. But, He had Dana to live for. And it was Dana He focused on. Once his Father-in-law, the Captain died, Derek Brownell moved on from that ship, where all the memories, all the hauntings, all the shadows, tormented him. He found work on the Dolphin Wind, a large sailing ship that took both slaves and cargo across the great seas and oceans, to new worlds beyond. Derek liked this ship, he was hired as first mate, quite the promotion from his position on his father-in-law's ship, and as such had quite the nice cabin. The ship took almost exclusively southern routes, so the weather would be considerably better than the northern cargo and whaling routes. He would have preferred a strictly passenger ship, with a mingling of women and kids for Dana to interact with, but that was not to be. This was the best her father could get, and the slaves, all male, would not dare to touch or harrass his daughter, and the crew accepted her as if she were their own child. She was safe here, it was here that Dana made her home as her father worked.

She had grown, yet still retained her *tom boy* qualities. She learned early to keep her hair relatively short and out of the way, never letting the deep chocolate brown mane get longer than the back of her neck. Her eyes were that same chocolate color, deep brown and beautiful to look at. Her skin was a mingling of her mother's pale skin and her father's much darker. She was an exotic beauty, even if she did not think so herself. She wore no makeup, and her clothing consisted strictly of ship wear. No dresses or skirts for her. She lived in the same things her father and the other crew wore, trousers and shirts. Many thought, when she was not facing them full on, that she were just a young boy of the crew.

At 18, she was all female, but her clothing tended to hide that small fact, and that, would save her life this coming night.

The attack came out of no where. The pirate ship had snuck up on the larger, slower ship, stalking, and attacking as the moon set and the night was at it's darkest. Dana had only just gone to bed, after enjoying the quiet of the night up on deck, and fallen asleep, when the alarm bells rang, and the shouting began. Her father burst into her cabin, which was right next to his. He was bleeding, badly, from a wound at the back of his shoulder. Whatever was happening, it was happening fast.

"Dana, listen to me. Pirates have attacked, and caught us offguard. All these years of sailing with no incidents made us weak. The Captain is already dead. The crew is overwhelmed and the slaves in the hold are terrified. If they find you" He paused, the thought making him sick. If the pirates got their hands on her, she being young, virginal, and beautiful, she would be raped viciously by the whole of the crew, a thought that made him go pale.

"Dana, listen, the Pirates can not find out your female. Take these" He handing her a sampling of clothes that he had snatched from the ship's laundry. "Find something that fits and that is more masculine than even what you are used to. Keep your voice low, your body hidden and go by the name of Dane. Do NOT let them find out your female. As soon as you can, get off the ship, pirates have to come to shore for supplies every so often. Just run. I will find you, I promise" He knew that pirates spared the young males of the ships they catpured. They made good slave labor, or were sold as slaves. At least she would survive to escape, he hoped

Dana was scared to death, but she was not stupid. She knew what would happen to her if the Pirates got a hold of her, she had heard the *tales* from many of the crew. Dana nodded to her father's words. But, before she could say anything more, or help him with his wound, he was gone, locking the door behind him and running, luring any nearby maurauders away from her cabin and keeping them away for as long as he could, while Dane/Dana got in disguise.

 

[cgraven]

Barbarosa, the name struck fear into every honest seafaring man. It was a name synonymous with cruelty and barberry. Barbarosa, Red Beard , the most feared of all the pirates that plied their devilish trade from the from the Caribbean, to the west coast of Africa, and to the shores of Tripoli. Some said he was an Englishman, other French and still others swore he was a Barberry Corsair from Tripoli. The one thing all agreed on was that he made Bad Bart Roberts look like a Saint and Roberts had taken over 400 prizes. Other Pirates such as Black beard, Calico Jack and his slut Ann Bonnie preferred to work with large ships with many guns, but like Bad Bart Roberts Barbarosa preferred a fast sloop, a cunning and bold attack, and to overwhelm his opposition quickly and savagely. He would kill any officer that resisted and any Jack Tar sailor lad as well. He would not force them to join but rather preferred a loyal crew that he gave an equal share of the plunder to. This had the effect that if they resisted they died, if they gave in they lived, making his captures swift.

It was early in the midnight watch when the sailor at the fore tops called out;

Sail ho!

“Where away” Came Barbarosa’s answering call?”

Two Points to larboard Captain.

“Easy your helm Mr. Jacobs, steer North By Nor West.”

The Second Mate eased the helm ass ordered not daring to question his Captain’s command. Soon the sail on the horizon dipped below it. Barbarosa knew th trade winds the hip was out bound from Guinea and was a slaver their was no question abut that in these latitudes. By the end of the Mid watched she would be bearing down on his sloop and he could attack quickly out of the dark like a flash of lightening.

At two four bells of the watch the cry came again from the fore tops Sail Ho. The Captain had been right and Mr. Jacobs breathed a sigh of relief. Barbarosa turned to the Boswain.

“Pipe the crew to quarters Mr. Wright , clear away for action, prepare to board and take her.”

His orders where crisp, to the point, and the crew of the pirate sloop Fatima went quickly about their business. The gun crews manned the six 12 pounders on the larboard side as did the starboard gun crews. Marksmen took their stations aloft to rack the deck of their victim with musket fire. Twenty minutes later the Fatima gave the a full broad side, her Captain killed by the musketry, the First mate wounded. Barbarosa quickly grappled the slaver and pulled along side and led the boarding party, his flaming red bread plated and two pistols in hand. It was not long before the dreaded name,Barbarosa, was being screamed across the Dolphin Wind’s deck and all resistance came to a halt. Her crew was gathered in the waist of the ship and the younger lads where culled from the crew.

“Is this all?”

Barbarosa asked of the first officer.

All but the cabin boy Dane Sir he is my son.

“Bring him on deck or I’ll have him dragged up here naked and kicking.”

Derek Brownell had no choice but to deliver his daughter into the hands of the pirate lest her true Identity be discovered. When Dana stood before the feared pirate he looked the lad up and down from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

“You have a new berth lad, and a new Master you shall now be my Cabin Boy and serve on the Fatima.”

With those simple words Dana’s young life would be changed for ever. She with the other lads where taken to the Pirate sloop. The officers and crew of the Dolphin Wind where placed in the ships long boat and gig, to be set adrift, their fate now in the hands of their god and their own seamanship.

Barbarosa placed the prize crew under Mr. Jacobs aboard the Dolphin Wind with orders to follow in his wake. Dana was taken and flung into Barbarosa’s cabin to await her fate a slave collar locked around her slender throat and attached to a pad eye in the deck. It was two hours later when the door to the cabin opened and the huge red beared man entered.

“What’s your name?”

He had not called Dana lad. And when Barbarosa saw her in the light of the cabin he knew he had been right , this was no lad but a lass and a rather calmly one at that. But he looked forward to the little game he was about to play with her. He wondered how long she would play the lad.

“Help me off with my coat and breeches.”

 

[Honeysuckleee]

She managed to quell her fear long enough to get into the best fitting clothing she could, a pair of tan breeches, a white shirt and leather belt and her own black leather boots. She took a moment to rip and then wrap the bedsheet about her middle, concealing the swell of her breasts as best she could. It was a good thing she was not endowed like some of the wenches she had seen in her travels, with large heavy breasts that would be impossible to hide. Hers were no larger than a handful, a perfect compliment to her lithe frame. The bedsheet pressing them to her chest, then the tee shirt, and lastly the white shirt over. She wet her hair quickly, slicking it back.

She was scared, there was no discounting that. She heard more yelling, some pain filled screams, then mostly silence. Her door pounded upon, then easily kicked in. Two of the pirate crew barged in, grabbing her. They said nothing, but simply dragged her up and onto deck by her arms, throwing the *lad* to the floor before the Pirate Captain.

Dane quickly got to her feet, glancing over at her father. There was a sad look on his face, but that same warning still glowed within his eyes. Would she ever see her father again? Would he ever see his daughter?

“You have a new berth lad, and a new Master you shall now be my Cabin Boy and serve on the Fatima.”

Her eyes went wide, but she said nothing, daring not to. Grabbed again, she, along with the other captives, bounty for the Captain, were dragged onto the Pirate ship. Dane found herself thrown into the Captain's cabin, along, chained up, a slender curling of steel locking about her throat. Dane had just enough play in the chain to get to her feet and pace 2 or so feet in either direction. She could not reach the bed, nor the table, nor the pitcher of water she saw sitting on that table. Everything was out of reach.

She managed to calm her wildly beating heart, and slow her breathing. Her mind was racing. What had the Captain done with her father? What was he going to do with her...... errrrr him? Cabin boy? Serve Him? This would not be an easy task to pull off, but surely, with such bounty now in place, including the slaves, the Captain would have to pull into port, and there, she could run. That was the thought she hung onto as she paced, slowly, back and forth.

Back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth

Dane was left there alone for hours. Hearing some of the goings on, feeling the movement as the ship set sail once again. She let that motion calm her a bit more as she stood there.

The crashing open of the door startled her, and she backed to the wall as the Captain entered. He was tall, muscular, with a red beard that lit up His face. He looked like a madman, His eyes blazing behind that beard. She had not gotten a good look at Him when on deck, but now she surely did. To her 5'6" He had to be 6'2. He towered over her, damned good thing that her Father had told the Captain that Dane was his young son, age had never been mentioned tho. She was 18, but if He thought she were an 18 year old boy and only this tall, that would cast suspicion on Dane. She hoped that maybe He thought Dane was a young lad of 14, 15. Hoped being the operative word.

“What’s your name?”

Dane had to concentrate to deepen her voice. She already was gifted with a deeper voice then again most of the wenches she had encounted. Her mother's voice had been deep, and her own was no exception.

"Dane" was all she wanted to say, but more slipped out, her anxiousness in knowing what happened to her father. "What did You do to my father? Where is he? Tell me!" the last was almost a demand.

But He ignored Dane for the moment, then cursely ordered "Help me off with my coat and breeches.”

Dana had seen her share of male bodies on board ship, in various stages of undress. She had witness the crewmen taking wenches, well, she had not see the actual *act* itself, but close enough. But in this particular situation, she had to fight to keep from blushing. If she were going to pass herself off as a boy, she could not blush seeing others naked. She just preyed she could get off the ship before having to be naked herself, altho she did have a lie to tell to explain her modesty, if needed. She would simply tell of an accident, involving the main sail, and a rope, something she had actually seen. When the gust of wind hit the main sail, the poor crewman never had the chance to move. The rope was torn form his hands, wrapping about his lower half and tightening and cutting into the most vital of areas. It was a bloody mess. She would hope that would allow her the needed privacy.

Swallowing hard, Dane approached the Captain as He turned His back to her, allowing His new cabin *boy* to slip the coat from His shoulders. This was hung up on a hook that was barely within reach of the chain that snaked from her throat to the floor. Dane knew not to hesitate, and did not, quickly and deftly loosening His breeches and letting them slip from His hips. ONce He stepped out of them, she folded them up, a smear of blood tainting her fingers.

"These need to be laundered, Sir" Dane deeply said, "and please, tell me what You did with my father" not knowing was killing her.

 

[cgraven]

Barbarosa so loved these little games of Cat & Mouse. This was not the first calmly young wench that had tried to hide her sweet charms in such a manner. He studied her in her disguise as a young Sailor lad she was perhaps 5’ 6’’, her hair a rich chlorate brown that reminded him of a spirited chestnut mare he had once had in a different life that seemed only like a dream now. Her eyes where shimmering dark pools, and there was no hiding the sensual curve of her calves, nor the womanly swell of her hips. Yet there was just enough of the girl in her still that to a lest practiced eye she might have been able to pass for what she pretended.

Swallowing hard, Dane approached the Captain as He turned His back to her, allowing His new cabin *boy* to slip the coat from His shoulders. Barbarosa could hear the quickening of her breathing as she swallowed and with his back to his little victim he allowed himself a wicked , fleeting smile. Her touch was gentle hesitant as she eased the coat from his shoulders. Barbarosa’s face was an unreadable mask as Dane quickly and deftly loosening His breeches and letting them slip from His hips. Once He stepped out of them, she folded them up, a smear of blood tainting her fingers. Just the hint of a maidenly blush colored her smooth flawless cheeks.

"These need to be laundered, Sir" Dane deeply said, "and please, tell me what You did with my father"

Her voice was deep and sultry and at first the Captain did not answer his new cabin Boy, but with a sharp glance waited for the youngster to brace to, coming to attention before him. His lass had spirit and that pleased Barbarosa. For she was almost demanding an answer.

“He was set adrift in the ships long boat with the rest of your crew we did not take. If he has the knack for navigation and the discipline to ration the boat’s store they should reach shore safely in a fortnight or so.”

He paused know for it was time to spring his trap.

“Your right lad they do need a bit of scrubbing but so does you shirt as it to bears the stains of battle.”

A wicked smile creased his face..

“Strip blouse lad, so the cook can boil them clean.”

This time the young beauty’s cheeks blushed crimson despite her best efforts,. His eyes narrowed as Dane hesitated. He let the girl stammer her reply and then his laughter filled the cabin.

“Nay there will be no false modesty aboard the Fatima. Strip blouse Lass or I shall have the Boswain do it on deck and you will be the crews little whore is that what you want Girl?

Dana was faced with the devil’s own choice do as she was told or be dragged on deck to be striped before the crew and then given to them as their play toy. The crew or the captain seemed to be her only choice.

 

[Honeysuckleee]

"and please, tell me what You did with my father"

"He was set adrift in the ships long boat with the rest of your crew we did not take. If he has the knack for navigation and the discipline to ration the boat’s store they should reach shore safely in a fortnight or so.”

The look of pure horror registered in her eyes at those words. Dana had an idea just where they were, the closet land was hundreds of miles away, and if the drifting sea cooperated, maybe, just maybe, they would make it before thirst and starvation set in, never mind that her Father was injured.

"You Bastard" she spit, not meaning to, but the words came tumbling out none the less, her anger, her frustration, her horror at what was happening, what had happened. Her Father was as good as dead, as far as she could understand. And this man, this Pirate, cared less.

She barely heard his next command, to strip off her own shirt for laundering. In fact, she did not react right away, it was delayed, her mind still racing on what was even now happening to her Father. Her cheeks suddenly burned red, as the words sunk in.

“Strip blouse lad, so the cook can boil them clean.”

"No" she managed to stammer, with no excuse as to why not. But He gave her no opportunity to stutter an explanation, His laughter instead bellowing thru His cabin. She stepped back, dropping the breeches, staring at Him as He commanded,

“Nay there will be no false modesty aboard the Fatima. Strip blouse Lass or I shall have the Boswain do it on deck and you will be the crews little whore is that what you want Girl?"

Just by the look, that evil twinkle in His eyes, she knew, that indeed He had easily figured out that he, was a she, His words confirming it. She had to struggle not to react, to stay calm and not let panic set in. The others had not figured out her little secret, yet, not by their reactions to her when hauling her up on deck, or dragging her over to the Pirate ship. But this wily, and smart Captain had. She knew denying it would only be begging Him to take Him up on the offer of making her whore to the crew, a fate that was worse than death for a young girl of 18. They would rape her for hours, then begin again and again and again.

"If I wanted to be a little whore, I had ample opportunity on the Dolphin Wind. I want nothing more than to survive and find my Father, whom You have all but sentanced to death, and for what, a meager booty and some measly slaves. Surely You can find a better concubine that I, Captain. Please, allow me to live, and allow me my freedom, and I will give You the rest of the slave ship fleets routes, You can plunder at Your will"

When in port, she had befriended one of the navigators for one of the other ships. They had talked for hours about using the stars for mapping, the routes of the slave ships, the worth of the slaves. She would give all that up, to survive, with her virginity intact, to find her Father. If she could talk this Captain into it that is.

 

[cgraven]

"If I wanted to be a little whore, I had ample opportunity on the Dolphin Wind. I want nothing more than to survive and find my Father, whom You have all but sentenced to death, and for what, a meager booty and some measly slaves. Surely You can find a better concubine that I, Captain. Please, allow me to live, and allow me my freedom, and I will give You the rest of the slave ship fleets routes, You can plunder at Your will"

Barbarosa paused for a moment as if considering her offer he scratched his beard as if deep in thought. Then he straightened to his full height so as to tower over the petite young beauty. His chest was broad, his muscles rippling under his shirt the last of his clothing. It hung to his knees as was the fashion but his calves where strong and the line of his chiseled muscles evident.

“Your Father is only dead if he succumbs to the wounds he received while resisting , I am not a man to condemn a man to death on a mere whim. If your ships boats where well provisioned and have oars and sail and your father can navigate then he will survive Girl. “

His dark hazel eyes bore into her soft brown eyes, he held her captive by his sheer will. It was if he could see her very soul as if it where bared to his unblinking gaze.

“If they are not then it is not I who condemns him but that fool of a captain he served.”

There was truth in his words, a truth that Dana could not deny even if she wanted. His voice grew darker, it carried the distinct tone of command when he next spoke.

“There are two thing you must know lass and never doubt. First I command on the Fatima I will choose where we go and what prizes we take I have no need for the information you offer nor want of it.”

He paused for a moment to let his words strike home.

Second no one aboard the Fatima tells me NO you either follow my commands or I shall do as I have said………… Now strip your blouse away and unbind your breasts lass. I shall not tell tee again!”

 

[Honeysuckleee]

She stood there, taking one deep breath after another as He towered over her. She wanted to cower back, she wanted to beg Him to leave her alone, to show her mercy, but her pride refused to allow her to do that. Her father had taught her to not show her weakness, her fear, if she could help it.

She stepped back from Him, staring up into His sharp, penetrating eyes. She clearly was terrified, but struggled to not show it, and struggled to hold her tongue. Angering the Captain would not do her any good. She found the wall at her back, halting her backing away from Him. She turned alittle, trying to hide, to shield herself from Him as best she could, arms crossing over her chest.

"N.... " she stopped. No one told Him NO, He had just stated that. Saying it again would get her no where except fed to the crew and raped.

"Please, don't make me do this" she whispered, finally letting the shivering that was shaking inside her show thru. She thought of her Father, he wanted her to live, just as much as she did him. She knew He was thinking about what she was going thru, just as she was of his ordeal. "Please" she again said quietly, not looking at the Captain now.

A sudden thought snuck into her mind, and she blurted it out before she could stop it.

"Retreive my father, see to his wounds, and deliver him safely to shore, and I will do whatever You wish, Captain" she turned, again meeting His gaze, hoping, praying she would see some ounce of compassion in this eyes, even tho she knew He was nothing more than a brute, a savage, that wanted nothing more than to tear into her and toss her aside.

 

[cgraven]

N.... " she stopped.

Barbarosa smiled to himself the girl learned quickly a good sign. He studied her acutely as she backed away from him, he could see the pride in her soft brown eyes but he also saw that they where wide with fear like a doe cornered by a pack of hounds.

"Please, don't make me do this" she whispered, finally letting the shivering that was shaking inside her show thru. The girl’s voice a deep sultry whisper that could stir the soul of any man. Her pitiful little plea a sign of her crumbling resolve.

"Please"

Then Barbarosa saw a flash of hope in his young victim’s eyes as she tried to salvage some bit of her dignity, her pride egging her on to make one last bargain.

"Retrieve my father, see to his wounds, and deliver him safely to shore, and I will do whatever You wish, Captain"

She turned, again meeting His gaze, hoping, praying she would see some ounce of compassion in this eyes.

Barbarosa eyes soften for just a moment as if he was about to relent to accept the young beauty’s offer. He stepped closer to her, Dana’s back was to the wall the chain and collar around her slender neck left her no place to run to, no place to hide. He gently lifted her chin with a single finger.

“I wish that I could Lass but if I put about and we came upon the long boats my crew would make short work of what is left of your crew and I fear your father’s fate would be sealed.”

His finger slipped from Dana’s chin it followed the line of her jaw and then down th sensual curve of her neck His fingers nimblely freed the first button of her shirt. His voice a soft commanding whisper.

“Shall It be that you are my concubine or the ships whore the choice is yours my girl either strip your blouse or I call the Boswain. A captain is only as good as his word and I have told you what your choices are girl!”

 

[Honeysuckleee]

"Retrieve my father, see to his wounds, and deliver him safely to shore, and I will do whatever You wish, Captain"

She saw the darkness in His eyes waver for a moment. So there was some mercy, some humanity within the Pirate Captain!

He approached her, and she stepped back, but had no where to go. She was trapped against the wall, and running was not an option. First off she was on a ship, and secondly, she had a steel collar and chain holding her captive. At the slight touch of His finger, she lifted her head and eyes to Him.

“I wish that I could Lass but if I put about and we came upon the long boats my crew would make short work of what is left of your crew and I fear your father’s fate would be sealed.”

She trembled as His finger traced the line of her jaw, gently gliding down the curve of her throat, to trace the steel that embraced her. She was quivering, like a pretty little bird, cornered by a beast, unable to fly, vunerable and terrified. And that was exactly how Dana felt.

"but.. Your the Captain.." she stammered, still determined to try and save her Father if she could "please...."

But He was having none of that “Shall It be that you are my concubine or the ships whore the choice is yours my girl either strip your blouse or I call the Boswain. A captain is only as good as his word and I have told you what your choices are girl!”

"If You are as good as Your word, then why can You not save my Father" she wanted to demand, but the words came out as a frightened whisper.

She cowered back alittle at the looming form of the Captain, her choices ringing in her ears. His concubine or whore of the ship. Either way, she looses her virgin status, either way she is tainted forever, either way, her life as she knew it would be over.

"Please, save my Father and I will be whatever You want me to be" she again bargained "please"
This was her last hope, and she knew it, to save her Father.

Her fingers lingered at her shirt, she about to obey Him but hoping that He would somehow help her.

 

[cgraven]

“I wish that I could Lass but if I put about and we came upon the long boats my crew would make short work of what is left of your crew and I fear your father’s fate would be sealed.”

"but.. Your the Captain.." she stammered, "please...."

She stood there trembling like a frightened little bird caged with no place to go. Her breathing came in little gasps, her soft eyes darted about as if looking for some means to escape some savoir that in the last moment would save her from the fate that now loomed before her………. concubine…….or…….whore.

Babarosa was tiring of her insistent attempts to bargaining her way out of her fate. He wondered why this spirited Lass who was as apparently as cunning as he did not just accept her fate. He drew a deep breathe and his eyes seemed to sadden he pressed a fleeting but gentle kiss to Dana’s full ripe lips and then he turned his back on her.

“Boswain, Mr. Wright, attend me in my cabin.”

Barbarosa had been good as his word with that one summons. Dana Brownell’s fate was looming before her and by her own obstinate insistence that to gain her charms the Captain must accede to her demand to retrieve her father had come to not. Now it appeared she was to reap the whirlwind of her pride, to be hauled on deck, the Boswain to pipe all hands to quarters, for her to be striped naked and handed over to them as their Whore.

The fearsome red bearded giant turned to the trembling young beauty on last time as a dutiful knock sounded on his cabin door.

Captain it is I Mr. Wright Ship’s Boswain you called sir?”

“Well me girl which shall it be concubine or whore? You have to the count of ten.”

Barbarosa’s eyes where hard now and there was no doubt that his patience was at an end.

ONE…… TWO……THREE…. FOUR….FIVE……………….

Even those his voice was a menacing whisper that only Dana could hear each number counted off brought her closer to her rape and fate. He paused at the number Five.

……SIX……..SEVEN………………..

 

[Honeysuckleee]

“Well me girl which shall it be concubine or whore? You have to the count of ten.............ONE…… TWO……THREE…. FOUR….FIVE………………...........……SIX……..SEVEN………………

A cold look came into her eyes, a look filled with the most absolute of hatred, smoldering, all consuming. She was shaking now, in fear, and frustration. And in that moment, she made a solemn vow to herself, to find her father, or at least find out of he survived, and to kill the Pirate Captain someday. In order to even have the slightest chance of doing either, she would have to submit to whatever sick whims He had.

Her heart was pounding, almost so loud that she could hardly hear her own breathing. He would turn her over to His crew, allow her to be raped over and over, to be tortured, to be used until she begged for death, and she had thought, for a brief moment that He had some compassion. He didn't. He was nothing more than a savage pirate.

"concubine" was all she said, the word hanging there between them. Already she was trying to ready herself for what was to come. Already she was imaging her rape at His hands. She bit her lower lip, as her eyes fell. This was not going to be pretty, she thought to herself, her imagination already filling her mind with the pain she would feel, the humiliation, of the life she would lead once free of this ship and this Captain. A life of lonliness, of nothing, she would never love, never marry, never have children, all because this vicious man would rip all that from her, and she could not even save her father in the process.

Her cold anger melted into despair as she repeated the word again "concubine"

She hated that word.

From this moment out, she had only 2 reasons to live, to find her Father and kill the Pirate Captain

"Concubine" she whispered one last time

 

[cgraven]

Barbarosa saw the fear in Dana Brownell’s soft tear shimmering eyes, he also saw the emblazoned hatred as well. He was no fool this young little hellion would slit his gullet if given half a chance. Her heart was pounding he could tell from the way her life force pulsed just under the surface of her oft flawless silken skin where her neck and shoulder met below her iron slave’s collar.. Then it seemed as if all the fight drained from the ravishing young beauty.

"concubine" was all she said, the word hanging there between them. Again the knock came at the captain’s door and the voice of Mr. Wright the ship’s Boswain called;

“Captain Barbarosa?”

Her cold anger melted into despair as she repeated the word again "concubine"

“Mr. Wright issue the lads a double ration of grog this evening for a job well done”

Aye, aye Captain.”

"concubine"

As she spoke the hated word the ravishing young beauty whispered for the third time as if denying her own virtue, for the fate that awaited her. her flawless cheeks crimson and a single tear marring their perfection. In this her moment of outer defeat Barbarosa knew he must bring the proud little beauty to heel and quickly . He had to in this at her most vulnerable time establish their new relationship.

“Disrobe my pet…..everything girl till you are naked as the day you where born.”

As Dana hesitated his look became stern as her trembling fingers hovered at the second button of her shirt. Slowly he took a step backwards and settled in the chair by his desk. His face grew stern but soften when she undid the second button.

“What do they call you my pretty?”

His voice soften as did his manner as the third button surrendered to those dainty fingers. Barbarosa was looking forward to her little striptease, and the first sight of her naked firm young virginal body.

 

[Honeysuckleee]

“Disrobe my pet…..everything girl till you are naked as the day you where born.”

For a brief, confused moment, Dana did not quite understand the words coming out of His mouth. Why? Because she did not want to understand them.

Disrobe...... naked....

Sex...... Rape....

Concubine..... Whore....

Captive..... Chained....

So may words, swimming around in her mind.

Dana stared at Him blankly for that moment, as the words swam. She then blinked, realizing that she had to do this, that she had no choice. She forced her thoughts to her Father, saying a silent prayer that he survive. That he survive so she could find him, find him and tell him of how she cut the throat of the rapist Pirate Captain that had visited such horror on her and him.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to unbutton the lad's shirt she was wearing, revealing the sheet she had wrapped about herself. What skin He could see was a warm coco color, smooth, supple, unmarred. She dared not raise her eyes, staring downwards now instead.

“What do they call you my pretty?”

His voice startled her, and she then looked up, to see Him sitting at the desk, some distance from where she stood. At least He were not looming over her, and she saw His eyes and face soften slightly, something she had not expected. She had thought He would be ripping her clothes from her, throwing her down and raping her right here on the floor, while she lay chained and screaming. Certainly that was what would have happened had He turned her over to the crew.

"Dana" she answered, looking away, another button, another and another coming loose, until the shirt hung fully open. The sheet still hid her breasts from His view, but already it too was coming loose, and had been since her stuggles. Swallowing hard, Dana let the sheet fall free of her, revealing her to His eyes. A noble woman would have tried to cover up, would have been blushing furiously. Dana was beyond that shame. She knew she had to endure this, her only salvation lie in doing what He wanted and killing Him when she could.

Her breasts were no more than a handful, soft, tipped with dark brown nipples that peaked in the cooler air of the room. She kept her head turned away, not wishing to see the look in His eyes as she revealed herself to Him, not wanting Him to see the shame in her own.

"Just do this" she whispered, wanting it to be over with.

 

[cgraven]

“What do they call you my pretty?”

The young girl started at the question her eyes rising to meet his, her shirt now hung open, her soft skin a rich cinnamon and flawless. The binding cloth had slip some from the girl’s struggles and the rough treatment the pirate crew had given the cabin boy Dane. The gentle swell of her breasts showing just a sensual glimpse of cleavage.

"Dana"

She answered, looking away her eyes again demurely downcast in maidenly modesty as her trembling fingers finished opening the last of her shirt’s buttons. Those same dainty trembling fingers now loosened the binding cloth that Dana had wound around her self in the futile effort to hide her true identity. A tear trickled down her cheek as the sheet fluttered to the floor of her Master’s cabin. Barbarosa gasped as the ravishing young beauty stood ther bared to the waist. Her breasts were no more than a handful, soft, yet youthfully firm. tipped with dark brown nipples, perched on puffy, dusky areolas, that peaked in the cooler air of the room. She was perhaps the most gorgeous creature that Barbarosa had ever seen. The tip of his tongue moisten his parch lips even as he felt his iron cored manhood growing hard beneath his long shirt.

"Just do this"

Dana whispered, not realizing it was loud enough for him to hear. Such a frightened little dove this quivering beauty was as she stood there naked to the waist, so enticingly seductive in her chaste innocence. Barbarosa knew he could order this trembling beauty to strip off her breeches and make her humiliation complete. In The long run it would be kinder. Instead he slowly stood and walked to Dana. His lips brushed hers in the most tender of kisses. The giant of a man tenderly hugged this frightened Dove and let the strength of his arms surround her. In his arms she could feel his strength, it promised to protect her to keeper from harm. The tip of his tongue slide sensually across the girl’s full ripe lips. Boldly it traced the even ridge of her white teeth and then seductively slide into Dana’s chaste mouth. Barbarosa tasted the summer wine sweetness of her innocence for the first time. He let that tender kiss deepen, linger, till time stood still for her. There was no past, no future, just the hear and now and that temptingly, sensual, and seductive kiss.

 

[Honeysuckleee]

She could feel His eyes, roaming over her, feel the heat of His gaze. She was too humiliated and frightened to look back at Him. If she had to endure this, she would do her best to not have to stare at Him while she did.

He approached her, she turning away slightly as He did, the steel chain whispering as she did so, a hushed sound of her captivity. She wished at that moment that she had longer hair, to hide behind if she could, hers being shorter, dark, hid nothing. Her face, and the slight flush of her humiliation apparent for all to see, if any others had been there.

He took her into His arms, a move that surprised the captive girl. She felt His body lean into her own, the strength of His against the soft, succulent curves of hers. Her breathing was quivering, she desperately trying to calm her thundering heart. He held her to Him, His warmth, His dominance, surrounding her. Lips brushing her own, the kiss tender and gentle, warm, almost compassionate. Dana whimpered into that kiss, wanting to pull away, but unable to, she bringing her hands up to rest against HIs chest. He would not be moved, and instead, He deepened the kiss, His tongue seeking and then gaining entrance into her warm, resisting mouth.

A low moan vibrated along her lips and tongue, muffled by His kiss. Her tongue met His, curling around, caressing, tasting, as He explored her warm mouth, tickling her tongue, enticing, encouraging. Dana relaxed slightly into the kiss, her body leaning into His now for support, the hard wall at her back, He pressing harder into her. She could feel His arousal, and she tensed, letting a wary cry, again muffled, pulse into His mouth as He devoured hers.

Dana's arms wrapped about the large, masculine body of the Pirate Captain, her nails digging into the flesh of His back, under His loose fitting shirt. One may have thought it was in desire. This was more in fear, she could not push Him away, this was her own terror slowly trying to show. At least at the moment. Dana had never kissed anyone really, not like this, half naked, tongues entwined, bodies pressed together. The heat within her own body was beginning to grow, a heat she was trying to fight back.

 

[cgraven]

Barbarosa could feel the frighten woman child’s heart hammering against her chest. Each little moan, sigh and gasp music to his ears. His back heart soared at her pitiful little whimper, the low moan vibrated along her lips and tongue, muffled by His kiss. Her tongue met His, curling around, caressing, tasting, as He explored her warm mouth, tickling her tongue, enticing, encouraging. Dana's arms wrapped about the large, masculine body of the Pirate Captain, her nails digging into the flesh of His back, under His loose fitting shirt.

He knew fear was what caused the young beauty to cling to him and yet something else as well. He could feel the heat of her supple young body, the seductive musky fragrance of the girl’s arousal filling his nostrils, and the first unconscious rolling of her virginal hips to his. Even if she did not know what she wanted her youthful body knew what it desired. Barbarosa let his erotically tempting kiss deepen till they shared the same life giving breath. When his lips finally parted from Dana’s the young girl was breathless. Soft light butterfly kisses traced the out line of her jaw, He nibbled at her earlobe his hot moist breath stirring the stray wisps of hair at the nape of her neck. Those light seductively tempting kisses floated down the slender column of her neck he sensually tongued the hollow spot where her neck and shoulder met and her life force raced madly just below the surface of her soft silken skin. They traveled lower, followed the contours of her firm petite breasts, as he seductively kissed and sensually tongued and nipped at their firm youthful perfection. One hand cupped Dana’s right breast and her rolled her little roes bud nipple under the pad of his thumb as the tip of his tongue circled the girls cinnamon areola, then Barbarosa captured her left nipple between his lips, his tongue flicking across its now moist tip. Gently he held the taunt bud in his teeth and inhaled deeply drawing a cool steady stream of air across the feverous bud.

 

[Honeysuckleee]

Dana found herself lost in His kiss, a sensation that was not entirely unpleasant. She had seen kissing, she had seen petting, the crew of her ship had hidden alot of it from her, but when they were docked in port and the whores were allowed on board, Dana had witnessed, alot. Not sex, but alot. She had heard the women. The moans, the heavy breathing. Had seen some of the crew lining up before a cabin that had just that kind of noise coming from within, waiting for a turn.

But she had never expierenced any of it...................................... til now.

She did not even realize what His hands were doing until He drew back from the deep kiss, she panting slightly as she is allowed to breathe once more. That panting melting into a whimpering moan as His fingers tease, and arouse, her nipples, she arching her back at the touch.

When His mouth descended upon her left nipple, she cried out. Scared, yet the sensation was nearly intoxicating. The warmth of His mouth, the wetness, and the brush of His breath, all sending shockwaves of tingling thru her. She felt the nipple pulse, as the small peak filled with blood, warmed, darkened, aroused and tender. She felt her legs weaken as she leaned against the wall, feeling Him suckle, the nipple quivering in His mouth. Her fingers wrapping into His long, wild, red hair, pulling lightly as she reacts.

"Ohhhhhhh goddddd" she moans, letting her eyes close. She had to do this, she had to let this happen. She expected it to hurt, to be brutal, vicious, as she had heard pirates could be. But this, this felt, exquisite. His mouth, His hands, He had not hurt her, yet. In fact, quite the contrary. She was not crying out, nor whimpering, in pain, but instead in pleasure.

She hated Him for doing this to her.

 

[cgraven]

Dana was lost in a brave new world of sensations her body eagerly seeking the pleasures Barbarosa’s mouth and tongue brought her. Though her mind might rebel her coconscious chastiser her supple young body knew what it wanted. The ravishing young beauty arched her body to his mouth forcing her firm little breast and nipple to his seductive mouth her dainty fingers entwined in his wild red hair.

"Ohhhhhhh goddddd"

She moans, letting her eyes close. She had to do this, she had to let this happen. She expected it to hurt, to be brutal, vicious, as she had heard pirates could be. But this, this felt, exquisite. His mouth, His hands, He had not hurt her, yet. In fact, quite the contrary. She was not crying out, nor whimpering, in pain, but instead in pleasure. He smiled to himself as the innocent young beauty’s treacherous young body not only sought the dark forbidden pleasure but now demanded it.

His lips reluctantly surrendered the taunt succulent bud and her gasp of loss pleased him. Again those maddeningly seductive butter fly kisses floated down over Dana’s quivering abdomen. His tongue taunted and teased the girl’s naval; a sensual little nip at the soft spot where her hp and thigh met, Barbarosa’s hot moist breath stirred her sparse silken fleece, the coarse whiskers of his bread rasped along the satin softness of her inner thigh. Barbarosa could sweet the sweet musky sent of Dana’s arousal It’s seductive fragrance filled his nostrils and he longed to taste her chaste innocence. The tip of his tongue snaked out and ran the length of the girls virginal moist pink folds only to flick at the hooded guardian of her secret garden, He savored the sweet dew nectar of the gasping beauty’s innocence and when her body bucked and thrashed with the force of her orgasm he lashed her innocent young sex. Barbarosa lashed Dana’s chaste virgin pussy till her clit was throbbing and the naïve beauty was engulfed in a series of violently cascading orgasms.

 

[SerenityisBliss]

Dana leaned back against the wall, the chain that snaked from the steel at her throat rattling, no, singing out as she move, as if adding rhythm to her moans, and to His tongue. He had snaked light, teasing kisses down her body, until He was upon His knees before her, lifting one leg over His shoulder, He savoured the girl, licking at her virginal pussy, His tongue dancing over the silken folds, enticing her now throbbing clit to appear, and forcing from her a series of low throated moans and cries.

Her head swung side to side as He took her with His mouth, she letting her nails rake the hard wall at her back. Dana had never expected anything like this, had never even thought of anything like this. This was beyond what the girl knew of sex. Her body reacting, her sweetness dripping, offered to His tongue. She shuddered, trembled, quivered against that wall, her breathing coming in ever deepening gasps.

She cursed herself, cursed her body, as she closed her eyes, trying to wish away the feelings that were shooting thru her. He was a Pirate. He was going to rape her. WHY WAS SHE ENJOYING THIS???

The orgasm took her by surprise, crashing over her as she screamed, her voice ripping past her clenched lips. Surely the crew heard her, heard that shuddering sound, knowing it was the sound of sex, the scream of pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" she once more begged, panted, moaned, screamed.

 

[cgraven]

The orgasm took her by surprise, crashing over her as she screamed, her voice ripping past her clenched lips. Surely the crew heard her, heard that shuddering sound, knowing it was the sound of sex, the scream of pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" she once more begged, panted, moaned, screamed.

Naked, helpless, lost in the throws of her ecstasy the hapless virgin’s scream left no doubt to any on the Fatima that there was a woman onboard the ship. But that was the least of the ravishing young beauty’s troubles for her body not her mind was in control for the time being. Barbarosa eased the trembling girl down to the deck of the cabin her inner thighs glistening with her own wanton arousal her chain drawing her closer to the man that was kneeing between her virginal thighs his mouth feasting on her chaste innocence.

Barbarosa kissed his way back up Dana’s quiver body he suckled each of her nipples in turn and then his mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss. She could taste her own sweet virginal nectar in that kiss. The tip of his velvet helmet graved Dana’s dewy folds, and slipped between them as their kiss lingered. He stilled for a moment letting her adjust to him in her and then slid in a bit further. Ever so slowly he opened the young virgin’s passage so she could accommodate him. he took his time and was a gentle lover. The shaft of his cock kept pressure on Dana’s throbbing clit. When the tip of Barbarosa’s cock nudged her maidenhead, the very symbol of her chaste innocence. He stilled again, drew back his hips and then suddenly and powerfully thrust forward to claim his prize, claimed the gift that the young virgin could only give once. Barbarosa stilled as he swallowed her scream of pain in their kiss. He began to roll his to hers when he felt her treacherous little body relax.

 

[SerenityisBliss]

Pain

Tearing Pain

Her scream, swallowed by His kiss, He looming over her, driving Himself inside of her.

Pain, mingled with pleasure, as her body opened to the invasion, to the length of His cock filling her. Muscles shudder, wetness flows, her silent moans vibrating against His lips as He plunges His tongue into her mouth, just as deep as He begins to thrust His cock. Dana lay trapped, beneath the body of the Pirate, the hard floor of the deck raking her back, His cock rocking inside her. Tears roll down her cheeks, as her tongue and His entwine, she trying to breath into the kiss and instead finding her tongue as trapped as her body. Back arching, tingling waves of pain, and pleasure, race thru her every nerve ending. Dana just wanted it to be over, she feeling her own virginal blood, along with a spilling of lubrication, coating Him, and dripping from her as He took her. She just wanted it to be over.

He was gentle, altho she did not realize that at the moment. Her rape could have been so much worse, involving so much pain. All she knew was that her world was being torn apart. Closing her wide, staring eyes, she finally let her body stop fighting, she just wanted it to be over, so she let Him take her, ride her, rape her, fuck her, she let Him have her.

The kiss broken, Dana took a desperate gasp for breath, again her back arching under His moving, rocking body. Her nails dig into the wood of the floor as she is taken, the heat of the encounter washing over her. She feels the steel collar about her throat, the heavy chains that held her as His captive. Turning her head aside, she silently prayed that He would be done with her and leave her be. Her body still reacting, tightening, pulsing around His cock, but her eyes dimmed, dulled, as if her will had died.

 

[cgraven]

Just to take her virginity was not enough for Barbarosa he would have more of this stunning young beauty. The threat of her rape by the crew of being reduced to nothing but a ship’s whore had forced her to sacrifice her most precious treasure to his lust.

The kiss broken, Dana took a desperate gasp for breath. Turning her head aside, her body still reacting, tightening, pulsing around His cock, but her eyes dimmed, dulled, as if her will had died. He had seen this all before, for the despoiled little virgin was not the first to meet such a fate at his hands. He could feel Dana’s will to fight drain from her and knew now was the time to fan the flames of her own natural youthful passions. Her supple young body knew what it wanted even as her mind rebelled against what had just occurred. And know Barbarosa began to make love to the hapless girl. He was a gentle lover more kind and considerate of her needs than most husbands where on a girl's wedding night. He played her young body as if it where a fine musical instrument, and he the Master of it. Shortly the pain had faded and in its place was an unimagined pleasure that began to course through every fiber of Dana’s body that smoldering flame deep in the pit of her stomach burst into flames and her body bucket and thrashed under him with the violence of her orgasm.

Barbarosa ripped a series of cascading orgasms from his helpless victim each one growing and building on the one before till the girl was mewing her pleasure like a contented kitten.