Levinia's Amazing Dark Adventure (closed for cgraven)

scarlettnuit

Literotica Guru
Joined
Aug 9, 2008
Posts
2,867
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly upon the deck of RMS Titanic, and Levinia happily strolled it’s decks. The trip was starting off rather nicely, the ship was everything that the advertisements had promised it would be. It was handsomely decorated and she wasn’t sure that she had ever before slept so well onboard a ship.

She had woken that morning to her maid, Cecilia singing softly, bringing a tray into her bedroom. After breakfast, Cecelia had managed to tame Levinia’s wild red tresses into a respectable coiffure. She then laced Levinia up until her waist was as tiny as it could be, before dressing her in a pale mint green walking dress with a pink sash that accented Levinia’s eyes so well. She then placed a butterfly comb in her hair before sending her mistress up on deck for some fresh air.

Levinia’s eyes squinted slightly against the sun. She felt something strange in the air, both exciting and scary at the same time. It was the air of promise, of chance…she was to discovery a new life in America, doing the season with her American relatives. Given that she was the third daughter, she was no expected to marry a noble, a simple marriage of wealth we good enough for the Rathorne’s youngest daughter, and to be perfectly honest, Levinia had no quarrels with this logic.

She walked further down the deck, the heels of her shoes echoing ever so slightly against the sounds of the water being sliced open by the ship. As she walked, she noticed a door she had never seen before. She walked towards it slowly. It looked odd, and while she knew she should have left well enough alone, her curiosity was getting the better of her. It was something her mother had always scolded her about, but perhaps it was her curiosity that made her so eager to go to America, with the hopes of finding adventure.

She walked towards the door and slowly turned it’s handle. The room within seemed very dark and she wasn’t sure whether or not she should proceed. She looked around, almost afraid she was about to be caught by her mother, and then stepped inside, leaving the door open for light. She had taken two steps into the room when the door mysteriously shut, and her surroundings changed entirely.

She went to run back to the door, but alas, it seemed to be locked. She pulled at the handle all to no avail until finally, she started beating hysterically on the door. Where was she? How did she come to be here? Was she dreaming? She simply wanted to go back, or wake up, anything to be taken out of this lunacy.
 
Last edited:
Bearing Red 003……..angle on the bow 045………..range 1,400 meters MARK!

The metallic snap of the periscopes handles hit the side of the periscope’s housing immediately followed by the soft pneumatic his of the descending periscope. The well ordered routine of the commerce raider proceeded like clock work.

Bearing Red 003………angel on the bow 040………range 1,000 meters MARK!

The deadly eye of the periscope had only broken the surface of the North Atlantic Ocean for less than a minute.

She is and Olympic class linger, four funnels…….

A smile bowed the lips of the raider’s Captain as a single word slipped from his lips.

“Titanic!”

He laughed as he continued,

“ We have hit the jackpot gentlemen RMS Titanic and this is her maiden voyage!”

*********************

The first class steward heard the banging, with an effortless pull he opened the door to look upon a very frighten young redhead.

“Excuse me Miss and what may I ask are you doing in there.”

The sights and sounds that met Miss Levinia Rathorne were those that she had become use to sense sailing from South Hampton and yet their was something wrong something out of place, something not quite right.

“Your stateroom number Miss?”

The steward asked quite pointedly as he studied the young beauty with a rather critical eye as if she did not belong in an area reserved fro the exclusive use of first class passengers only.

Miss Levinia Rathorne was well known by all the first class stewards. This very man Henry had served her on several occasions but know apparently seemed to pretend that he did not even recognize her. This of course was an impossibility for her family and RMS Titanic’s Captain Edward John Smith families were close very close for Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent, was indeed a very small village and she had know him as her Uncle Edward.
 
As Levinia came through the door she felt a moment of relief and calm. However, that feeling was depleted almost as quickly as it had come. Everything looked…odd. It was all familiar, but it was almost as if she were look at it through someone else’s spectacles.

When the Steward came, she was about to ask him to send a pot of chocolate to her room, as she most definitely needed rest, but he seemed not to know her. What was he playing at?

“You know very well that I’m in B58.” She told him, unsure of why he didn’t seem to know. “I am returning there now, please send a pot of chocolate.” She told him as she started to walk towards her cabin.

“Please let Uncle Edward know that I shall be joining him for dinner.” She added as she walked away, having forgotten to respond to the dinner invitation that morning. Everything looked so odd, she had to be over tired from all of the excitement of the trip…surely that was the problem.
 
“You know very well that I’m in B58. I am returning there now, please send a pot of chocolate.

The steward looked at the stunning young redheaded beauty as if she was mad, a look of utter disbelief in his otherwise unreadable eyes as she continued her confused triad.

“Please let Uncle Edward know that I shall be joining him for dinner.”

“What do you think you are playing at young Lady?”

There now was an air of superiority in Henry’s voice as he continued.

“State room B58 is occupied by Mr. J. P. Morgan of New York the American financier, and you are certainly not Mrs. Morgan nor for that matter Miss are you an American. And as far as your Uncle Edward is concerned I assure you I have no idea who you are speaking about.”

The first class steward Henry firmly took Levinia by the arm and assuming an imperious attitude solemnly declared.

“You can explain who you are and what you are doing to the Chief Purser and to Captain Thaddeus Brown Master of RMS Titanic.”


********************

“Bearing Red 003………angel on the bow 040………range steady 1,000 meters MARK!”


”Target’s course 250 degrees, estimated speed 15 knots.”

The plotting officer began to work out the firing course. He checked his calculations twice.

Recommended course 175 degrees.

“Very well plot………helm come to course 175……..ready tubes 3,4,and6…..open outer doors………Fire 3……”

The captain watched the sweep of the second hand on his stop watch at fifteen seconds after the first torpedo was fired he called.

“………….Fire 4””

Again in the silence of the raiders control tower the seconds ticked by.

“….Fire 6.”

Three deadly fingers reached out from the submerged commerce raider racing towards the Starboard bow of RMS Titanic.


**************

The Chief Purser was even less inclined to believe Miss Levinia Rathorne Fantastic story. Little could he know that through some freak of nature the young redheaded beauty had slipped from her reality to a parallel reality though similar was quite different as she would soon find out.

The confused young beauty was summarily brought to RMS bridge where Thaddeus Brown, Master of RMS Titanic, stood studying the approaching icebergs. The chief Purser discreetly coughed.

“Yes Mr. Perkins?”

”It appears we have a stowaway Captain.”

“Really Mr. Perkins.”

The voice was that of the man Levinia knew as her Uncle Edward but this man was defiantly not him for she was now looking into the eyes of an Ebony Giant wearing the uniform of a Captain of the White Star line.
 
Levinia tried desperately to explain her situation. She couldn’t understand why there were others in her state rooms, or furthermore, why no one seemed to know or recognize her. When she was told she was to be brought to the captain, she finally felt some form of relief. Uncle Edward would clear this mess up, once and for all.

However, as she was brought to the bridge, the man they called captain was not the Uncle she was so familiar with. In his stead, was an imposing figure that made her cower, her lip trembling slightly.

“Where is…where is my Uncle Edward?” she asked, doing her best not to let her tears flow, just barely keeping them at bay. She pulled away from the men who held her arms angrily.

“This is madness! I must be dreaming, this can’t possibly be!” she exclaimed, fearing that she had slipped into a deep lunacy from which she seemed unable to escape.

She then looked up at the man with all the haughtiness that her aristocratic position had, until this moment, afforded her.

“There has been some terrible mistake. I do not know what is going on, but I can assure you sir, that I am most certainly no stow away. Do I *look* like a stow away to you?”

Just as she made her point something hit the ship causing her to fall to her knees. She heard a loud metallic groaning as the ship rumbled twice more. The men around her seemed to go into action in a fury of shouts and commands. Levinia moved out of the way, for fear of being trampled until she tumbled out onto the captains observation deck. There she saw the bow of the ship starting to sink, the ocean water around it bubbling as it gushed into the vessel.

Her heart leapt into her throat, choking down the scream that wanted to escape. She stumbled towards A deck to see even more commotion. She pressed herself against a wall, trying to stay out of everyone’s way, to not get trampled. She closed her eyes and willed herself to awaken from this terrible dream.
 
The hand of the stop watched continued its unrelenting sweep seconds ticking by as those three deadly fingers reached out to claim their maiden victim.

Number 3………miss.”

Came the cool voice of the plotting officer as he checked his own stop watched. Fifteen seconds later came the clear but muffled explosion proclaiming that Number 4 had found its mark. The deadly report was followed a few seconds later, Number 6 as well had found its mark and had sealed the fate of RMS Titanic.

The raiders Captain began to give a quick series of orders and every jack man of his crew turned to for a commerce raider only made a profit if it could seize the spoils and sell them for a profit.

“ Prepare to surface….Blow main ballast…….Sound action surface……. As soon as the Marconi mast breaks surface jam all signals from her……..”

As the control tower of the raider broke the surface of the water and with his hand poised on the ladder that would lead to the open bridge the Captain smiled.

“Our prizes will be in the life boats gentlemen choose your spoils will.”
 
All too soon Levinia realized that this was not a dream. Try as she might, she as unable to wake herself from it. She remembered one of her maids telling her once, that if one died in a dream, they would die in their sleep, and she had no desire to test this theory.

As the people rushed around her, she was suddenly grabbed by a steward who then wrapped a life jacket around her. Before she could say anything or protest, he quickly ushered her towards a group of women. She wasn’t sure what was going on until she heard the clinking of the rigging as the lifeboats were lowered.

She started to shake in her terror as women were helped into the boats, men standing by in their tails and suits, watching them sadly. Before she knew it, someone had grabbed her and was tossing her into a boat. She didn’t know what to do, was this real? She simply sat there and watched the faces on the deck get smaller and smaller until the boat was lowered into the inky blackness of the icy Atlantic.

The one steward who was on board started to row them away from the ship and she wondered what would happen to her now. What would happen to all those people? She didn’t know and her mind was too clouded with fear to try and think it through.
 
When the control tower of The commercial raider broke the surface of the Atlantic the process of converting it to appear as normal surface vessel was swiftly completed. The 4.5 inch quick acting naval guns were masked as deck cargo. There camouflage completed it was time to gather in their harvest.

“Gentlemen I do believe there are soul in peril on the seas this night,”

A boisterous laugh went up from the raider’s crew.

“Aye sir sweet young innocent souls to be saved.”

“ So gentlemen let us gather in the harvest.”

Under her guise as an angel of mercy the commercial raider began to gather in their harvest. The boats they choose to rescue were the ones with the greats number of young women in them the younger the better. When they came along side of Levinia’s boat the sailor that assisted her aboard gave the frightened young beauty a reassuring smile.

Their routine was well practiced. First the culling, the separation of men from women. Second the selection of the youngest and most attractive women from the rest. Be they man woman or child those that did not make the cut would quietly disappear.

“The Smiling sailor handed the gorgeous little redheaded beauty a blanket to warp around herself to cut the chill of the early April evening..

“I think you should see the ships surgeon Miss you look all done in.”

With a kindness that belied their real intentions Miss Levinia Rathorne was led below deck to await the ships surgeon in what appeared to be the ships sick bay.
 
Levinia had been so relieved when the ship appeared. She had been to fraught with fear and despair to really notice where it had come from. It had almost magically appeared, and the men that helped them seemed so much friendlier that the horrid men she had encountered on her own liner.

A man wrapped her in a blanket and was so kind to her that she almost wanted to cry. When he told her that she might need to see the ship’s doctor, she was sure he was correct.

“I think you are right. I have felt out of sorts and now….well…” the matter spoke for itself, given the sounds of the sinking ship behind them.

She followed them below deck and was led into a small medical exam room. She was gently guided towards a chair in which she gracefully, and quite happily lowered herself. She was told the doctor would be in to see her in a moment and she nodded, closing her eyes, hoping the horrors of the day would come to an end. She had never had laudanum, but she hoped she would be directed towards a bed in which the drug could be administered. More than ever she felt like she needed sleep.
 
Little did the frighten little red haired beauty realize that her wish for laudanum was about to come true, but hardly in the way she might have imagined as a soft knock drew her attention to the little sick bay door.

“ Good evening Miss………”

the man spoke with a heavey Eastern European accent, Russian, Polish, or maybe even Bohemian. He wore a white lab coat and prenz spectacles, the very image one might have of a ships doctor.

“……I am so sorry Miss ..I did not….think…Please forgive me.”

The little man stammered in his heavily accented English.

“Was your husband traveling with you?”

Slowly skillfully Rasputin began his interrogation of the stunning little red haired beauty that sat shivering in her blanket. He paused a moment to hand her a glass of water laced with laudanum. Not enough to grant the girl the blessed sleep she grave but just enough to dull her senses and confused her young mind. Rasputin slowly began his integration again; name………was she traveling with family……..her age……. Slowly the questions became more probing and more intimate, was she a virgin. When the young beauty blushed scarlet he smiled to himself.

“Miss Rathorne after such and ordeal as yours I think it only prudent that I examine you for any injuries. Often in cases such as yours they do not manifest themselves until the condition becomes quite serious.”

He had been through many such integration and knew how to prey on his victim’s unspoken fears, and with their senses dulled by the laudanum there was real little they could do even if they chose to resist.

“ Pleas Miss Rathorne disrobe so I may examine you!”

Those his voice never raised now it carried a note of authority in it of one use to being obeyed.
 
“Husband…why no doctor…I was to do the season with my family in America and find a suitable match there.” She told him, feeling the need to explain why she had been traveling on a ship alone.

She was happy to have the water and sipped it slowly as she answer the rest of this questions. She felt her muscles ease, though she felt a little…strange. She blushed hotly at his last question, though she supposed it was his duty as a doctor to obtain such medical facts.

When he said that he need to examine her, given the ordeal she had been through that day, she thought he was probably right. However, in past situations, should an exam be needed, there was usually a female in the room with her. She might have objected had it not been for the laudanum, which seemed to make everything more acceptable. After all this was a ship, there were rarely women on these types of ships and she could hardly hold it against him, that would be rude.

She stood, stumbling slightly, she presumed from stress, and attempted to unbutton her dress, though given that all of the buttons were in the back, undressing was quite difficult.

“Forgive me doctor, I think I may need some assistance…” she told him as she turned her back to display the long row of buttons that went down her back. “I will need help with my….my corset as well.” She told him, blushing at saying the word corset in front of a man.
 
Rasputin was quite pleased with the effect the laudanum was having on this delicious little red haired beauty. He loved the way she blushed so sweetly when he asked if she was a virgin and her little stumble as she stood ready to compile with her request to disrobe. What an adorable picture the young beauty presented as she reached behind her back attempted to unbutton her dress. Her firm young breast thrust out and up as if in offering to him.

“Forgive me doctor, I think I may need some assistance…”

Again her maidenly blushed turn her flawless cheeks the most seductive shade of pink as she turned her back to him and shyly whispered.

“I will need help with my….my corset as well.”

Her adorable blush deepening to crimson.

“Of course Miss Rathorne.”

Professor Rasputin’s voice was deep, dark and softly seductive, his accent sensually erotic. His fingers grazed the nape of her neck as he brush her tawny copper tresses aside. Levinia could feel the heat of his body behind hers the little pearl like button’s slowly parting one, by one as the Professor made the simple act of unbuttoning her dress quite a sensual activity. With the back of her dress gaping open she felt the man’s fingers at the strings of her corset she felt them draw the strings even tighter forcing Levinia to take a deep breath, her firm young breast now straining tightly against the bodice of her dress. Then the darkly seductive whisper as he slowly pulled the silken string free of the girl’s corset.

Slowly he turned the drugged beauty in his arms to face him once more for a heart beat her breast were crushed to his chest and then he stood back once more playing the role of ship’s doctor.

“ Continue to disrobe Miss Rathorne.”
 
Last edited:
Levinia gasped as her corset was briefly tightened before it was loosened. She was spun around to face him, the drug making it all seem so far away. In the same instant, he stood back allowing her to finish disrobing.

She stumbled a little and then turned her back to him. She slid out of her dress and underclothes until she was nude. She picked up the sheet on the examining table and held it up in front of her until she lay down on the table, trying to keep some form of modesty. As she lay down on the table she shivered slightly, the cool air of the ship causing her nipples to harden and poke against the thin sheet that was draped over her.

“Thank you for your assistance doctor.” She told him softly, trying not to be too embarrassed about the situation.
 
Such a shy little thing this young beauty was as she blushed so sweetly as she innocently disrobed for him. There was a seductively fluid and sensually erotic way the young redheaded beauty moved. Professor Rasputin had seen many young beauties in his duties but few were so enchantingly innocent as this young woman was. The way she clutched the pure white sheet to her supple young body trying to preserve some sense of modesty.

"Shall we begin Miss Rathorne."

The professor maintained a professional detachment as he slowly peeled back the sheet to bare Levinia's breasts and nipples to him. The girl's nipples were pale pink hard as little pebbles on top of puffy dusky pink areolas.

"Must check for soft tissue damage miss."

Though the exam seemed quite professional there was a subtle but sensually seductive quality to it as Rasputin gauged just how responsive her young body was. When he slipped the sheet further open he smiled down into her wide sot eyes.

"Please put your feet in the stirrups Miss Rathorne."

Now the real exam was about to begin.
 
Levinia closed her eyes as the doctor examined her. She felt embarrassed though she still felt somewhat relaxed due to the drug she had been given. He touched her breasts, something no other doctor had ever done before, and the feeling was strange. It was somewhat relaxing, as well as something else that she couldn’t quite name.

When he pulled the sheet further she gulped a little. She had only had this exam done once in her life and it had been while she was fully dressed and the doctor simply reached under her dress to examine her, her mother and aunt in the room as well. Now she was nude and she felt her whole body blushing.

She put her feet in the stirrups and pulled the sheet over her chest, causing the rest of it to sit at her waist. She closed her eyes, embarrassed at being so exposed, but he was a doctor after all, and this was part of his duty.

“Is everything ok so far?” she asked softly behind shut eyes.
 
Her sweet little nipples had responded quite nicely to his touch and her belly had quivered most delightfully as he has peeled the sheet away from her gorgeous young body. The adorable little redhead blushed crimson as she lay there naked and exposed so very, very vulnerable. Then in a fit of modesty overcame Levinia and she once more drew the sheet to her chin cover her naked breasts.

Professor Rasputin's finger grazed the drugged young beauty's puffy labia. He let the tip of his finger slowly slid along their length the tip resting on his little captive's hooded clit. He let it press there for a moment before he let that devilish finger trail back along those sweet puffy lips. With each pass the Professor's finger cleaved deeper and deeper as he teased and pleased the hooded garden of her Maiden's treasure. Slowly Rasputin let his finger slip into Levinia's chaste young body as he skillfully and very subtitly began to finger fuck the young redheaded beauty.

"Ah I see you are a Virgin my dear Miss Rathorne."

He smiled as the tip of his questing finger pressed on the thin barrier that proclaimed her innocence.
 
Levinia nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt him touch her. She tried to calm herself as he continued his examination, his finger touching something that felt…somewhat pleasureable. She was sure it was due to being overtired and distressed that made something like this feel positive at all.

Soon, his finger was inside of her. It felt odd and she was confused by the strange feeling it caused in her body, her nipples hardening tingling now for some reason. Her eyebrows knitted together as he continued his examination.

“Yes doctor…of course I am.” She said as if it were the strangest thing in the world to ask. “I was on my way to New York to do the season and find a husband.” She told him.

“How much longer is the examination?” she asked as she started to feel flustered.
 
“Yes doctor…of course I am.”

He did so enjoy when a young innocent was in over her pretty little head and yet remained blissfully ignorant of the danger she was in. Those little signals that might have alerted the sweet young Miss Rathorne’s of that danger had been dulled by the laudanum that she had been given. Again she repeated herself as if she had apparently forgotten that she had already told the Good Professor the reason for her journey.

“I was on my way to New York to do the season and find a husband.”

His finger kept up its seducing rhyme as it moved in and out of the girl’s chaste young body. The heel of his hand pressed against the throbbing of Levinia’s awaking clit.

“How much longer is the examination?”

Professor Rasputin continued to seduce the gorgeous little redhead’s supple young body

“You look so flushed my dear Miss Rathorne”

The professor eased the sheet from Levinia as if he were unwrapping a precious porcelain doll.

“Do you really want your examination to come to an end now Miss?”

His thumb brushed across the girl’s now bared nipple. The professor’s nostrils caught the first musky scent of Levinia’s growing arousal. His finger quickening the pace as it worked in and out of her chaste young body. Rasputin drew the innocent drugged beauty closer and closer to the edge of a dark abyss. An abyss that promised such darkly forbidden pleasure.

“I must see if you can cum for me Miss Rathorne.”

The professor knew that the young innocent most probably did not understand what he was saying to her. Yet he knew from the way her gorgeous young body was responding to his sensually erotic seduction that it did. Then as he felt her supple young body drawing in on its self he simple breathed

“Cum for me Miss Rathorne.”
 
She felt very strange, her head swimming slightly. She gasped as she felt his hand pressed against her, causing more strange feelings. What kind of an exam was this anyway?

She looked at him when he asked her if she really wanted the examination to stop, well why in the world would she wish for it to continue she wondered. When his thumb brushed her nipple she gasped again and her pussy gripped his finger a little more.

She felt the area he was touching starting to ache a bit and she started to pull the sheet over herself once more.

“Come? But I’m already here.” She said as her head swam. “Stop…it hurts..” She whimpered as she propped herself on her arms and started to close her legs. “Please doctor…”
 
Professor Rasputin loved that look of innocent confusion that shown in stunning little redhead’s eyes when he asked if she wanted him to continue his most intimate exam of her. The professor of course was not interested in the drugged young Miss’s answer as much as he was interested and how strongly her gorgeous young body responded to his touch. He was quite pleased the way her nipple became a taunt little pale pink puckered pebble crowning her now puffy dusky pink areola. Oh how those sweet innocent eyes grew so large as he told her to cum for him as her pretty little head lulled side to side as she babbled in her drugged state.

“Come? But I’m already here.”

It was all that he could do not to laugh at her naïve innocence, she was quite a find and Rasputin knew she would be worth her weight in gold on the auction block. His thoughts were brought back to the present as the girl gasped.

“Stop…it hurts.”

The little beauty whimpered. Her angelic face framed in a fiery halo of her tawny copper tresses and looked so adorably young and innocent.

“Please doctor…”

Levinia gasped as she struggled to rise, propping herself up as best she could in her drugged state, her muscles protesting, unable to hold her up when the Professor gently but firmly pushed her back down onto the examine table with his free hand that now cupped her firm young breast.

“If you feel any discomfort at all Miss Rathorne then I must find the cause of it my dear.”

His voice was darkly firm and yet reassuring after all he was a Doctor.

“You have been through a very traumatic and psychical ordeal Miss Rathorne.”

As he attempted to reassure Levinia that this intimate examine was necessary for her health and well binging his questing finger continued to stimulate her chaste little pussy as he edged the girl closer and closer to the edge of that dark abyss that promised something quite dark and seductive. Rasputin held the young virgin trembling and tittering on the edge of that abyss until his nostrils were filled with the intoxicating fragrance of Levinia’s sinful arousal then with a flick of his fingers he sent them fluttering over that little hidden sweet spot in the recesses of her virgin body that would bring the young beauty unimagined pleasure that nothing in her young life could have prepared her for.
 
Last edited:
Levinia didn’t understand what has happening to her body or what test the good doctor was running. Everything seemed to be swimming around her, though there seemed to be an indescribable amount of sensation where he was touching her.

Her hands held onto the sides of the table as she started to pant. Felt pressure building in herself and she wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it, she was worried that perhaps some organ was about to rupture.

“Doctor..” she panted as her hips began to move gently on their own for a moment before she clapped a hand tightly over her mouth and came around his probing digit.

She collapsed back down onto the table, sure she had done something wrong, that something wasn’t right. Her breasts heaved up and down as she caught her breath and tried to make sense of the situation, which was difficult given the laudanum.

“Am I going to die?” she asked, feeling that this must be what the examination had proven, for she had certainly for a few moments, felt like she might.
 
While Miss Levinia Rathorne was being submitted to Professor Rasputin’s sensually seductive and very intimate examination to determine her worth on the white slave market the Captain of the commercial raider was continuing to cull the remaining women now that the youngest and prettiest had been taken below decks for their medical examinations. Those found to still be chaste young virgins would demand the price on the auction block for unspoiled innocence was so erotically compelling and in high demand in the eastern realms. Those that were simply stunning young beauties yet fallen angels their chaste innocence lost in the passionate embrace of a lover would bring the next highest price. Yet their even was a market for pale ivory skinned beauties in the Asian and African markets that were past their prime of their early twenties. So the Captain culled the young beauties from friends and family and they were taken below decks and placed in the slave pens. For these young beauties their fate had come to claim them most cruelly. For these there was no need to protect them from the carnal lust of the crew. No only young virgins like Miss Levinia Rathorne needed to have their virtue saved until the hammer at the slave auction came down ending the life they had known before this horrific night.


……………………………………………………………………………………………..

“Doctor..”

The shy young beauty gasped between panted breaths as Rasputin had her squirming in sweet carnal arousal. Oh how adorable she looked her wide emerald green eyes glazed with her sinful arousal He loved the way young tawny copper headed beauty clamped her delicate little hand over her pretty little mouth t stifle a sensual moan of unimagined pleasure, her hips wantonly arching to his indecent caress as the Good Professor wracked a soul searing orgasm from Levinia’s chaste young body.

“Am I going to die?”

Oh such innocence Rasputin though as the young redheaded beauty collapsed back on to the examination table, spent and exhausted from the pleasure that had so savagely wracked her gorgeous young body.

“I will do my best Miss Rathorne to ensure that you do not.”

Professor Rasputin smiled down in to the young girl’s smoldering eyes as he slowly let his finger slip from Levinia grasping, clutching cunt. He poured another draft of laudanum for her.

“Drink this my dear!”

The professor feed the devilish elixir to his innocent young patient know well that it would place her in a doped dream state. Though the girl’s virginity was sacred until she was sold Professor Rasputin could not wait to taste this stunning young beauty and yet he wanted the girl to have no coherent memory of the event just lingering shadows of a memory and the haunting memory of unimagined pleasure.

When Miss Rathorne’s softy eyes rolled back and her eye lids fluttered close. The professor slipped between her thighs and bared her throbbing clit to his view. Then his tongue snaked out and he took his first taste of this excusive creature. Oh how he would make her squirm and cry out in sinful ecstasy
 
Levinia did as instructed by the good doctor and drank down the tonic that he had given her. Her body felt warm and for a moment she felt deliriously happy. However it wasn’t long before her eyelids became increasingly heavy and her eyes closed.

It was an odd sleep, black and distant and yet, and yet there was something she couldn’t place. She could only remember vaguely some sense of peaks and valleys, though it didn’t make sense to her, as well as the exquisite feeling of….well that she couldn’t put her finger on either. It was an odd dream altogether.

When her eyes slowly fluttered open, her head hurt slightly and her mouth was dry. She looked around for a moment, temporarily unable to remember the events of the previous day. She looked around the stateroom in which she now found herself, confused. She sat up slowly, the sheet that had been covering her now falling away to reveal her bare breasts.

She clutched it back up immediately as everything came flooding back to her. Surely she had been over exhausted and the doctor had placed her in this room to recover. After all, she was sure it was quite difficult to dress someone who had fallen asleep.

She got up from the bed, wrapping the sheet around her body as she started looking for her clothes, any clothes really, but her search was unfruitful. She sat on one of the chairs and sighed. Perhaps her clothes were being cleaned and she would simply have to wait for them to appear again. Echoes of her dream pulsed through her body suddenly making her nipples harden against the sheet. She shook her head trying to clear away these feelings she didn’t understand or really recall, hoping her clothes would arrive soon.
 
Such a trusting little thing Professor Rasputin thought as Miss Rathorne did as he had instructed her to.

He sat in his surgery remembering the young beauty’s little gasps of sinful ecstasy as he feasted on her sweet chaste innocence. Oh how her gorgeous young body arched to his mouth, shamelessly pressing her aching pussy to his mouth. There was no guilt, her drugged mind dulled and silenced unable to protest. Her supple young body free to enjoy the pleasure that his mouth was bringing to her as he wracked a series of cascading orgasms from that gorgeous young body.

He smiled down on her spent and exhausted body languidly sprawled on the examination table, shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat from the physical demands her sinful pleasure had demanded of her. The professor swept the young girl into his arms and carried her to the state room where she would awake naked as the day she was born her hair in wild disarray. She was his to tend to, to be kept compliant with daily dose of laudanum. Those were the Captain’s orders yet Professor Rasputin knew that by journey’s end this adorable creature would be little more than a walking addict so he decided that a milder sedative would do as well and leave her spirit intact and her values at the highest of levels for a particular clientele that would very much enjoy bending her to their will.

Yet those were things for another day now was the time for Miss Levinia Rathorne to get her medicine and a change of clothing something that would cover that gorgeous young body of hers and yet show off her supple charms.

“Miss Rathorne I trust your feeling better.”

The professor smiled as he entered her little stateroom without bothering to knock or ask her permission to enter. He loved the crimson blush that kissed the girl’s cheeks as she desperately pulled the bedcovers up to her chin in a futile to hide her naked charms form his dark haunting eyes.

“Now, now my dear Miss Rathorne I am your physician no need for such misplaced modesty my dear and I have seen all there is to see of you during your examination.”

He held out a glass to the young beauty and encouraged her to drink the milky mixture all down.

“I imagine you would like something to wear other than that adorable blush.”

He teased the young beauty before calling a steward in. The man was not of the class of steward that Levinia was use to. There was nothing of the subservient manner she would normal expect and his eyes the way he looked at her was more like the way a wolf looks at his pry.

“Just put them down on the Chair Collins.”

The man hesitated as if he was waiting for Levinia to drop the sheet she clutched to her chin and bare her body to him.

“I am Afraid Miss Rathorne we are not as grand as your former vessel.”

Professor Rasputin offered in way of explanation for the steward’s behavior. The professor idly wondered what his young charge would think of the scandalous attire that had been provided for her.

“I shall be just outside the door if you require my assistance.”
 
Levinia clutched the sheet to her body. She knew she was probably being silly, the good doctor did have a point, but still, years of training about modesty and ladylike behavior made it impossible for her to do anything but clutch the sheet tighter.

“My head hurts a little…” she said as he inquired about her health, “But I do feel strangely relaxed.” She admitted as she sat down on a chair, setting the glass he handed her on the side table for a moment.

When the man came in with some clothing for her, she picked up her glass in nervousness. She had never been in such a state of undress in front of anyone other than a chamber maid, and most certainly, not in front of two men. She blushed hotly as the man seemed to stare at her for a moment, and drank down the liquid the doctor had given her.

When the doctor moved outside she inspected the clothing that was given to her. She thought there must be some mistake, there was hardly anything there. A light brown shirt that would barely cover anything, a corset that didn’t even cover her breasts, and a skirt, if you could call it that, that would barely cover her unmentionables, much less the rest of her. There was also a set of long striped stockings and boots that looked like they would come to her knees.

She wrapped her sheet tightly around her and peeked her head into the hallway.

“Doctor…” she said meekly. “I…I think they forgot to bring the rest of the clothing…” she told him, unsure of what to do with what she was given.
 

Attachments

  • Levinia's Outfit.jpg
    Levinia's Outfit.jpg
    49.4 KB · Views: 48
Back
Top