Voyage of The Scottish Maid (closed)

[Mist S]

It was the year 1900 and Maria St Claire was traveling alone. This was practically unheard of in that day and age, most women were escorted no matter where they went, almost always with a female ‘companion’ (another term she regularly assigned to her companion was ‘jailer’ or ‘keeper’) This trip however, she did without.

She had been celebrating her 18th birthday when a messenger had come to their mansion and ruined her night. The message he carried stated she was to travel immediately to Shanghai from Liverpool to attend to her father, who was deathly ill. There was no time to do more than pack a small bag and make for the docks, passage having been booked already on the Scottish Maid. Unfortunately, the ship was to set sail within days and there was no time to arrange for a companion, so she went by herself.

She stood at the rail, halfheartedly listening to the orders the captain shouted to his crew as they ran up the sails and got underway. She watched the receding shoreline as she wondered if she would be coming back with a parent still alive, or not. She also wondered if he died, how she might feel about it, for their relationship had been stormy over the years to the point she almost hated the man. The only reason she was embarking on this trip was for her mother.

She turned from the rail with a sigh, knowing she was stuck on this dang boat for the next few months. She shook out her waist length black hair and turned her sea green eyes towards what she could do. She began to wander the deck, wondering what she was going to do to amuse herself. She was already thinking this trip was going to last forever. As her gaze swept the deck, she took note of the sailors working, admiring the tone of their muscles and decided that perhaps this wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. There was plenty of scenery at least.

 

[cgraven]

Scottish Maid rode easy, the lines dropping from her scuppers to the billiards and cleats of the dock. Her masts bare and naked against the slate gray sky, her standing rigging shrouded with snow. She was a two master built in Scotland at the turn of the century, the fore mast square rigged with four yards arms, the aft mast barkentine rigged, and her bow sprint pointing to seaward. She looked like a caged bird, a wild and free thing, tethered to the dock, a creature not quite in her element yearning to be free running before the wind. There was a small cabin aft just forward of the helm, the main hold lying between the mast, a smaller hold just forward of the main mast and a companion way on the forecastle. Her taft and fife rails worn well polished by years of running lines. She was neat, shipshape and in Bristol fashion, her bright work reflecting the dim sunlight. A gray haze of smoke rose from the little stove pipe by the after cabin. She had been built for trade and as steam ships became the norm the little Bark had found her way to China and the island trade.

It was rare to find her this far from the China trade, but with the Bore war in South Africa the demands on the fast steamers had called her once more to England. Captain Ian Steward paced the quarter deck, the ship a bustle of activity as the time honored routine of making ready for sea played out. He had seen the young woman board earlier and had not taken much note of her, her trunks and bags hustled below by his steward The one thing that did catch his attention was that she was not accompanied by a companion. There was one other passenger a Major bound for Cairo Egypt.

“Taken the brow, single up all lines……………….Let go number three line……….. Let go number one line……………..Spring off on number two………….”

Ian Steward watched as the little steam tug started to ease the Scottish Maid into the stream, her stern swing clear of the dock and number two line straining then beginning to slacken.

“Take in Two, All hands to sail stations.”

Sailors scrambled up the ratlines, shook the sails lose from the yards, other strained at the halyards as the sail slowly began to fill breathing life into the little bark and bringing her to life as she eased out of Liverpool and out to sea.

The Scottish Maid was not Ian first command, in fact he was lucky to have her at all. His liking for the ladies had gotten him in serious trouble and this little Bark that time had forgotten would now be his world. At fifty five his career was over and he knew it. His dark hazel eyes looked to seaward and glad to be free of the shore bound world. Ian was a powerfully built man and the master of his world and fate when at sea.

It was early evening when he finally went below to partake in the evening meal and to greet is passengers for the first time. Major Carter was and old grizzled officer like so many assigned to England’s colonies or foreign missions, Maria St Claire on the other hand was something quite different.

 

[Mist S]

She had spent the day wandering the deck, or sitting in her cabin when it became clear she was just getting in the way. She had been disappointed to discover there were no other females aboard, she felt a little out of place surrounded as she was by all the men. They were unfailingly polite to her, but she had led a fairly cloistered life to that point, any attention from the opposite sex was a little unnerving.

In the early evening a young cabin boy stopped by her quarters to inform her when the evening meal was to be served, and that the captain was to join them. She was looking forward to that, having briefly met her fellow passenger. He had seemed a rather boring fellow, she had nothing in common with him and had foreseen difficulties trying to make conversation over the dinner table. If the captain was to join them, the possibility for conversation topics was higher, as she could pester him with questions about his ship at least.

She arrived in the galley for first seating and had just taken her place when the captain came in. She was taken with the way he carried himself, he had an innate aura of confidence about him that made him stand out from the rest. She watched him closely as he made his way to their table, but when it became obvious she was staring, she blushed faintly and looked at the tabletop.

She smiled at him as he came close, and said, "Hello, my name is Maria St Claire, you must be Captain Steward. I must say you have a pretty ship." She couldn't think of a single thing more intelligent to say at that point, but could only hope he didn't notice her awkwardness.

 

[cgraven]

As was his custom Ian Steward wore his dress uniform to the evening meal on the first night out. The knee length bridge coat was form fitting showing off his muscular physique. He wore a mustache and goatee as was the custom of the day, and looked ever bit the seasoned mariner and gentleman his rank as Captain of the bark. Major Carter was droning on about his service in India and the near east to Maria St Claire and the young lady looked bored to tears yet her breeding was quite apparent as she fained interest in the Major’s drooling conversation. There was almost a look of relief in her soft sea green eyes of the dark haired beauty when he entered the small salon.

"Hello, my name is Maria St Claire, you must be Captain Steward. I must say you have a pretty ship."

The words had no sooner passed the girl’s full ripe lips before she flushed the most delightful shade of crimson.

Pretty My, My”

Mocked the Major, yet Ian paid no attention to his boorish comment instead he bowed gracefully his eyes holding the young beauty’s for just a moment.

“Aye Miss St Claire that the Maid is trim in the waist, and spirited she is, but like all spirited Lass’s she need a strong hand to guide her.”

The evening meal was served a simple affair but the portions where generous and the wine followed freely. When it was cleared away the Major was slumped in his seat, a pleasant glaze of intoxication in his gray eyes, when the steward roused him and helped him to his cabin.

“Miss St Claire is this your first trip abroad?”

Ian could not help but note that she was quite young and very attractive. He felt that stirring deep with in himself that could only lead to trouble in the long run.

 

[Mist S]

“Pretty My, My”

Maria flushed even more, as she realized she had described the ship in the wrong manner. She did know enough from listening to others conversations that all vessels were referred to as female, but beyond that, she didn’t know a backstay from a sheave.

Captain Steward didn’t seem to notice, or at least he didn’t deride her word choice also, which she was glad of. Instead he spoke about her in glowing terms, though Maria wasn’t quite sure if she should be offended as he spoke about the ‘strong hand’. Because she had just met the man, she decided to let his comment ride and let the conversation flow.

She almost sighed in relief as Major Carter was helped to his berth, for his boorish comments had carried him through the evening. It seemed as though he took delight in making her look foolish, but she had tried not to let it get to her.

“Miss St Claire is this your first trip abroad?”

She flushed once more and said, “Does it show that much? I haven’t been far from home before, especially not this far. I am finding it a little overwhelming, though at the same instant it seems to be a grand adventure.” She paused, then asked, “Have you been Captain long?” She hesitated asking, because she didn’t want to seem as if she was hinting that he was old or something, in fact for an older gentleman, he seemed to be in remarkably good shape. A shape her eyes covertly returned to whenever he wasn’t looking as it was highly improper for a maid to look at anyone like that. (personally, she had wondered how a girl was to appease a curiosity if she didn’t look, which is why she had decided it was ok, as long as she didn’t get caught doing it)

 

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“Does it show that much? I haven’t been far from home before, especially not this far. I am finding it a little overwhelming, though at the same instant it seems to be a grand adventure.”

Her words came tumbling over her sweet sensual lips in a light hearted cascade. The alluring Miss St Claire paused a moment then asked,

“Have you been Captain long?”

It was very obvious the Ian Steward that this calmly young Miss was quite naïve and had led a rather sheltered life of the country gentry. He noticed the shy glances as she studied him but decided it was to his advantage not to let on that he had noticed.

“Yes Miss St Claire twenty-five years or so.”

Ian slowly rose and poured two snifters of brandy and placed one before Maria St Claire his hand brushing hers lingering just a moment longer than necessary, and then he lightly settled in the chair next to her.

“You’re quite correct Miss St Claire travel is an adventure that leads to self discovery.”

The conversation was light Ian skillfully drew the girl out about her background, the haste of her trip, and he soon realized the likely hood that her ill father may well be dead before she reached Shanghai. There was a very distingue possibility that this rare beauty would be friendless and penniless. Her passage was arranged with the promise of payment upon arrival in Shanghai.

He poured her another brandy and took carefully note how the liquor affected her.

 

[Mist S]

She smiled her thanks as the Captain placed a drink before her. His hand touched hers, seeming to linger a little longer than normal, but she shrugged off the tingle his touch gave her. She took a sip of her drink, and suddenly had to fight back a choke as it burned all the way down. She wasn’t used to strong drinks, wine was all she’d been exposed to before. She bravely sipped again and relaxed…that one was a lot easier to tolerate.

She barely noted the ease with which he drew her background out of her, willingly she shared the details of her past with him, the reason for her trip, and more. She didn’t mention the fact that she despised her father, but little else was hidden.

She didn’t notice the way the level of her drink dropping until he poured another for her. Each swallow seemed more mellow than the last, relaxing her in her chair until she realized that she seemed to be sliding out of it for some reason.

Owlishly she blinked at the captain, giving him a rather lopsided smile. It seemed that the last three swallows of her drink had gone directly to her brain, making her feel slightly giddy. She said, (and was proud of how steady her voice seemed-at least to her) “I do think it might be past my bedtime. I feel a little funny right now.”

With that, her bottom lost its purchase on the edge of her seat and she found herself blinking bemusedly up at the captain as he stared at her in what seemed to be a disapproving manner. She blushed with mortification, then said, “I don’t think I am quite up to the trip to my bed. Perhaps I could ask for some assistance?”

 

[cgraven]

Captain Ian Steward watched as the alluring Miss St Claire slowly came under the influence of the Brandy. He smiled as her body visibly relaxed and slid lower in her chair. Her eyes where losing their focus When suddenly the young beauty stirred.

“I do think it might be past my bedtime. I feel a little funny right now.”

“Perhaps it is the sea air Miss St Claire.”

Ian’s voice was soft and he smiled as she slipped from her chair, her pretty face blazing crimson.

“I don’t think I am quite up to the trip to my bed. Perhaps I could ask for some assistance?”

“It would be my pleasure Miss St Claire.”

Ian smiled to himself in more ways than one. He extended his hand to the prostrated young girl and drew her to her feet, a roll of the ship and she was in his arms her supple body pressed to his. his hand sensually slid down Maria’s back to sweep her off her feet and into his arms. There was a devilish gleam in his eyes as Ian carried the semi conscious girl to her bed. He laid her down, and smiled.

“No to night my dear but soon.”

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The Scottish Maid ran before the wind, passed Gibraltar, beating her way to Alexandria Egypt. She was moored along the quay that had seen Caesar, Cleopatra, and Marc Anthony walk along its pristine beauty.

Major Charter was barking orders at some Native soldiers that had come to collect him and his belongings, the Quarter Master was seeing to provisioning the ship for the next leg of the voyage through the Suez Canal and down the Red Sea. When they sailed Maria St Claire would be alone and at the Captain’s mercey.

 

[Mist S]

Maria was in a bit of a state as the captain helped her to her feet. She was embarrassed by her lack of control, the fact she required his assistance. She was grateful for it though, but when the ship rolled and she was almost knocked off her feet, she stifled a yelp of dismay as he drew her into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way.

She didn’t know how to react when he slid his hand down the curve of her spine, his touch seemed a little to familiar, but she was disoriented just enough to question her judgment and let it slide.

She cuddled up against the security of his chest as he carried her, she closed her eyes and just relaxed, trusting him to get her there in one piece. As he laid her on the bed, she thought he said something, but it wasn’t until after he’d left that she figured out what it was.

“No to night my dear but soon.”

She wondered what that was all about, but she drifted to sleep before figuring it out and the comment was forgotten until morning.

She watched as the Major disembarked, her relief almost visible. He had done nothing different for the entire trip, he kept up his petty remarks, his derision and she came to the point she dreaded the dinner hour with the exception of the captain, for he acted as a buffer and often turned a conversation from something that was causing her distress.

That night she met him in the galley, a smile on her lips. Cheerfully, she said, “Well, it’s just you and I now, think we can keep the conversation flowing?”

 

[cgraven]

The Bark lay along side of the quay in Alexandria for two more days before setting sail. That evening there was just the stunning young beauty and the Captain at the table.

“Well, it’s just you and I now, think we can keep the conversation flowing?”

A smile creased Maria’s lips, she was bright and gay as if Major Charter’s departure and lifted a pale of gloom from the young teenaged beauty.

“ Yes Miss St Clair I am quite sure we will find many things to discuses over the remainder of the voyage.”

The conversation and the wine flowed freely, and the brandy after wards. This casual good fellow ship continued until the bark cleared the Canal and was beating her way down the Red Sea. European society and its moral code lay well behind and East of Suez. On this night as they sipped their Brandy after dinner Ian Steward looked at Maria St Clair with open lust for the first time he did not bother to disguise his bold gaze.

“Miss St Clair I have a question for you.”

Ian paused only a moment before continuing.

“Are you a virgin?”

He smiled at the shock in the young beauty’s eyes the deep scarlet flush that colored her flawless checks.

“For if you are.........you will not be for long my dear........... The only real question is how you will lose your virginity.”

 

[Mist S]

Surprisingly, the days passed quickly, filled with all sorts of small things that amused. Maria thoroughly enjoyed her evenings spent in the captain’s presence; the nights seemed to fly past with wine, brandy and good conversation.

Then one night as they sipped their brandies, the captain looked at her and she noted something new in his gaze. She wasn't sure of its origins, or even what the look meant, but it didn’t make her comfortable.

“Miss St Clair I have a question for you.”

Maria had just enough time to look at him questioningly, and then he spoke again;

“Are you a virgin? For if you are.........you will not be for long my dear........... The only real question is how you will lose your virginity.”

Her mouth fell open in shock. She gaped at him as though he had suddenly grown two heads. She closed her mouth, then opened it once more, struggling to find the words to express the things she was feeling at that moment.

She finally spluttered, "You, Sir, are unbelievable! For one thing, that sort of question is highly inappropriate; second, I don't know you well enough to answer it even if it was. I don’t even know your Christian name for goodness sakes! It is absolutely none of your business, and I do caution you to mind what you are about before you do irreparable damage to the tenuous bonds of friendship that have grown between us." Her ire was growing the more she thought about what he'd asked and she rose suddenly, planting both palms flat on the table to offer one last thing.

"I would suggest, that you take yourself to your bunk, for it is obvious you have had to many spirits this evening. With that in mind I would forgive this gaffe, but I shall spend the remainder of the evening in my quarters thank you very much. In the morning, I do hope you will realize what a cad you have acted like and render me an appropriate apology at that time."

With that, she headed for the door, suddenly eager to make good her escape.

 

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"You, Sir, are unbelievable!....................... I don’t even know your Christian name for goodness sakes! It is absolutely none of your business…………………………

The dark haired beauty fumed in righteous indignation. Ian Steward for his part mere sat where he was very cool, very calm. This only seemed to infuriate Miss St Claire as she suddenly rose, her dainty hands on the polished table top. The only effect this had on the Captain was to give him a rather sinfully delightful view of her heaving firm young breasts as she gasp for breath at his outrageous conduct.

"I would suggest, that you take yourself to your bunk, for it is obvious you have had too many spirits this evening. With that in mind I would forgive this gaffe, but I shall spend the remainder of the evening in my quarter’s thank you very much. In the morning, I do hope you will realize what a cad you have acted like and render me an appropriate apology at that time."

The petite Miss Marie St Clair drew her self to her full height and turned to the door of her cabin. With a swiftness that belied his age Ian Steward Hand slammed against the cabin door his body pinned Marie St. Clair to it. His lips where at her ear, his breath hot and moist on her neck, stirred the stray wisps of her dark hair.

“Are you a virgin Miss St Clair?”

His hand pinned Maria’s to her side.

“I assure you Miss St Clair if your are you shall not be for long dear girl, it is a simple matter of choosing the inevitable.”

He paused savoring the moment.

“You can lose your virginity to the crew there are twenty of them and they would keep you entertained for quite awhile Miss St Clair, Or I could sell you into a harem, White women are literally worth their weight in gold.”


The Captain spoke slowly letting each of his words hit the girl like a fist.

“Or you can surrender your virginity to me, the choice is Yours Miss St Clair.Who know my girl you may even enjoy it."

 

[Mist S]

Her breath left her in a rush at the speed the captain made his way over to the door. She found herself flush against the door, his body pressed against hers. His hand pinned her to her side, preventing her opening the door…which would have been a feat in itself since the door opened inward anyway.

His breath was hot and moist on her neck and she shivered, from the air movement or the words he spoke, she wasn’t sure.

“I assure you Miss St Clair if your are you shall not be for long dear girl, it is a simple matter of choosing the inevitable… You can lose your virginity to the crew there are twenty of them and they would keep you entertained for quite awhile Miss St Clair, Or I could sell you into a harem, White women are literally worth their weight in gold… surrender your virginity to me, the choice is Yours Miss St Clair. Who know my girl you may even enjoy it."

He sounded so sure of himself. Content in the knowledge that she was trapped aboard his ship with nowhere to hide. He would get his way, one way or another. She snatched at a straw available to her. She had brains, and now seemed to be the optimum time to use them.

With a sudden complete reversal of character, she pressed her body backward into the captains and purred, “Well, a fine specimen of masculinity such as you probably doesn’t want to share do you? And losing such a pretty young thing for the money seems a waste to me, just my opinion however. So why don’t you sample the goods yourself and see what you have? Then you can find out if I am or not for yourself.”

She pressed the moment, wriggling lewdly against his body. She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, perhaps she had the thought that if he thought she was a woman of the world he would be repulsed. Perhaps she was giving in to stirring cravings that had been cropping up for a few years now, deciding to make the most of an undesirable situation. She knew that fighting him directly would get her nowhere, whatever she had to do would have to be below the surface.

 

[cgraven]

Ian could feel Maria’s body tense at his first contact, her breath coming in short little gasps as she struggled against him. Then as he spoke and the truth of her hopeless position became pain full aware to the young beauty she took a steadying breath as if she had made a decision. She pressed her supple body back to Ian’s.

“Well, a fine specimen of masculinity such as you probably doesn’t want to share do you? And losing such a pretty young thing for the money seems a waste to me, just my opinion however. So why don’t you sample the goods yourself and see what you have? Then you can find out if I am or not for yourself.”

Maria purred her voice as soft and sweet as honey, she wiggled her firm little derrière back against the Captain. Ian Steward smiled as his nibbled at Miss St Clair’s earlobe. He had seen this little scene played out many times before the frightened young beauty, suddenly playing the coquette, playing for time, hoping against hope that by some miracle she would be able to escape her fate.

“You may be correct Miss St. Clair it would be a waste of such beauty to squander it on the crew.”

He knew that his words might give the girl a glimmer of hope.

“Yet do not underestimate the power of gold my dear. With the price you would fetch I could by a dozen or more strumpets to amuse me.”

Again he paused he did so enjoy this little game that was always played as young innocence bargained away chastity.

“Yes I think the Harem Miss St Clair……………………….Unless you can convince me other wise.”

Ian Steward turned Maria to face him His lips brushed hers then he claimed her sweet young mouth in a most scandalous kiss as he savored the sweetness of the confused young girl’s mouth. He broke that shocking kiss and taking the stunning young beauty’s hand dragged her to his cabin as if he where a pirate of old claiming his spoils.

He slammed the door behind them the click of the key in the lock had the sound of doom and finality to it as the bolt slid home.

“Miss St Clair I do believe you said something about sampling the Goods for myself?”

A wicked smile played across the Captain’s lips as his eyes mentally striped the young teenaged beauty.

“If you would be so kind as to disrobe completely my dear.”


He sat and watched Maria would the purring Kitten now accept her fate or would she turn into a little wildcat fighting for her honor.

 

[Mist S]

She listened to the things he said, her eyes wide as her own demons capered behind them. Shadows danced within her as things she had long suppressed strove to rise to the surface. She stiffened against him as his mouth crushed against her own, the sweep of his tongue sending odd sparks through her. Her breath came raggedly as the kiss ended and he dragged her off to his cabin.

“If you would be so kind as to disrobe completely my dear.”

Her eyelids fluttered closed as images danced in her mind of another time and place. A deep voice that said ‘strip for me, dance and make it sexy or you will pay the price.’ Her eyes opened, revealing none of the secrets she held as she stared at him. He looked like a conquering king as he lounged back in his chair.

How to play this out though? Should she do as she was bid, or make a fight of it? A fight she knew that she would lose in the end. There was no one to run to for safety, no help to be had from any quarter. It was all up to her, and she knew suddenly what she must do, but wondered whether or not she possessed the courage to do so.

Her fingers rose to the lacing on her bodice, she loosened it slowly until it gaped open, showing the thin chemise beneath. She slid her sleeves down, then wiggled the rest of her dress off, carefully laying it across a chair. She stopped then and looked at him, before she stepped in front of him. With remarkable aplomb, she slid the straps of her chemise down to mid point on her arms, so the material caught on the edges of her nipples. She paused like that as she said softly, “I have come to the conclusion that you are completely depraved. I’m sure you know that already. Just so you are also aware, you will come to find pleasure in my body, we both know that is inevitable. But I hope you find it a cold comfort, for what you do has been done.”

Without elaboration she whisked the rest of her attire off, leaving her skin gleaming in the light. She turned slowly, allowing him to take his fill of her beauty. Then she stepped forward once more, bringing her knees into contact with his own. Her voice was as flat as her eyes as she asked. “So what now? Do you want me to pleasure you, or perhaps you will just bend me over and be done with it?”

 

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Ian watched as the proud young miss hesitated a moment as if she where revisiting some private moment. He cared little what it was, the girl’s thoughts where her own, her body was quite another matter though, and he was sure she realized that she had no real options. As if to confirm his suspicion her delicate fingers went to the lacing on her bodice and though her soft doe eyes where cold and indifferent her motions where graceful and delightfully sensual. Ian enjoyed the unveiling, the soft pale silken shoulder the subtitle swell of her firm young breasts, and the way her chemise clung to her pert nipples.

“I have come to the conclusion that you are completely depraved. I’m sure you know that already. Just so you are also aware, you will come to find pleasure in my body, we both know that is inevitable. But I hope you find it a cold comfort, for what you do have been done.”

Maria St. Clair’s voice was soft as velvet there was fire in her eyes as she made what Ian Steward knew was her startling revelation. Then with out further ado the stunning young beauty let the rest of her garments slide from her body till she stood naked and vulnerable before him. The teen beauty did a little pirouette so he could enjoy all her seductive beauty.

So what now? Do you want me to pleasure you, or perhaps you will just bend me over and be done with it?”

Maria stepped forward once more; bringing her knees into contact with his, her voice was as flat as her eyes as she spoke. Ian for his part just smiled back at her.

“So my dear Miss St Clair you are as they say damaged goods.”

His voice showed that the Captain was not put off in the least by Maria’s shocking revelation.

“That would make you unfit for the harem but just perfect for the brothels of Java, Adin, or Canton but no less valuable my dear girl, and then there is the crew who would pay handsomely for a rope with you. I must say this is a most delightful turn of events.”

Ian Steward sat there not at all displeased but rather content.

“As you are no chaste flower you may pleasure me Miss St Clair.”

 

[Mist S]

“damaged goods………unfit for the harem but just perfect for the brothels of Java, Adin, or Canton but no less valuable my dear girl, and then there is the crew who would pay handsomely for a rope with you……..no chaste flower you may pleasure me Miss St Clair.”

It was amazing that his words still had the power to hurt. She thought she had become immune to that attitude for the number of times she had received it, but apparently that was inaccurate. She shot him a look that told him exactly what she thought of his decree, but dropped to her knees before him.

She neatly unfastened his breeches and opened them enough to gain access to his cock, which she noted was a fine specimen for someone his age as well. She had always been of the mindset that older men sort of wrinkled up and became useless after the age of forty, but this apparently was inaccurate as well.

She bent forward and took him in her mouth, letting him feel the moist heat of that cavern. She lowered her mouth, dragging his cock deep in her mouth, she wasn’t able to take all of it, but she did make a good accounting for herself. She swirled her tongue up and down his length as she bobbed her head a few times before she backed off once more.

Injecting a note of curiosity in her voice, she asked, “So what would prevent me from biting it off while I’m down there? I know the reprisal would be swift, and probably deadly, but you would be unmanned, and quite possibly dead yourself. I find it a little odd that you would be willing to place yourself in such a potentially precarious position.” This was asked in a show of studied casualness, she didn’t actually plan to do such a thing, but the purpose of the question was to learn more, find out what made this man tick, for if she knew that, there was a faint possibility of coming out of this situation better than she might otherwise.

 

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Ian saw how his words struck the young girl like a fist, the faintest hint of a tear shimmering in her soft eyes as she dropped to her knees. Ian could feel the firmness of her breasts as she slid up to unfasten his birches. He was quite pleased with the way she “O”ed her sweet lips to take him within her sweet succulent mouth the way her tongued lashed his cock, the way the dark haired beauty’s head bobbed up and down as she pleasured the Captain.

His cock popped from that sweet mouth as she knelt erect.

“So what would prevent me from biting it off while I’m down there? I know the reprisal would be swift, and probably deadly, but you would be unmanned, and quite possibly dead yourself. I find it a little odd that you would be willing to place yourself in such a potentially precarious position.”

There was casualness to Maria soft voice, a mater of fact interest in the consequences of such and act, yet Ian knew she was trying to learn more than it appeared.

“It’s really quite simple my dear Miss St Clair, the crew would take you and rape you to death, a dead Captain, a young beautiful girl……You know men my dear.”

Ian casual rose and stripped off his close, he walked to his bunk and reclined.

“Come her Miss St Clair I wish to………………..”

He paused


“………..How did you put it my dear?”


A smile creased his face.

“…………………….Oh yes Sample the Goods.”

 

[Mist S]

Maria watched as he stripped himself and lay on his bed. She found herself covertly admiring the lean shape of his body, but only while his back was turned so he didn’t see it. By the time he was on the bed, she had schooled her face to a look of studied casualness. She rose to her feet smoothly, crossing to his side.

Almost daintily she climbed on the bed beside him. She was on her knees, feeling the way her hair caressed the cleft of her buttocks in this position. She leaned forward, looking into his eyes a hint of a smile on her face. She said, “Well, I suppose I had better be very nice to you and make sure something doesn’t happen to you.”

She paused and a look of almost fear flickered over her face, gone almost as soon as it came. She asked, “So what would you like to sample? You say goods, but which ones would you like? Perhaps you would prefer the hot tightness of my behind? I have been told it is by far the best of my features…”

 

[cgraven]

There was study casualness to the young beauty as walked towards Ian the soft sensual roll of her young hips her narrow waist. He let his eyes roam over Maria St Clair firm young body enjoying the naked splendor of it. The teen aged girl was not only beautiful but actually stunning. She was petite a living doll he thought her breasts in perfect proportion to her height and build, firm with a slight up lift her areolas light cinnamon, her nipples pert. She had slipped the pins that held her long lustrous hair free and it hung to her the sensual curve of her tight little ass, its dark silken beauty in sharp contrast to Maria pale skin. A coquettish smiled played on her full ripe lips.

“Well, I suppose I had better be very nice to you and make sure something doesn’t happen to you.”


Though Maria St Clair’s voice was a soft and cooping Ian saw the fright that flashed in her soft sea green eyes as she stood there.


“So what would you like to sample? You say goods, but which ones would you like? Perhaps you would prefer the hot tightness of my behind? I have been told it is by far the best of my features…”

His hand snaked around the girl’s waist and he drew her down on to the bunk, and he smiled in to her eyes as an idle thought played in his mind. She was from the gentry where her virginity was what gave her worth, a deflowered girl no matter how beautiful would be ruined. She had been exposed to sexual advance the way she had pleased him with her mouth made that quite clear. Now she offered her tight little ass for his pleasure, but what if she had merely been used that way before and her virginity her worth was still intact?


“Why Miss St Clair what a delightful idea!”

Ian paused and he saw a look of relief in Maria’s eyes.

“But I think Rather than your tight little ass I would rather enjoy your sweet pussy first, after all we do have a long voyage.”

Again Ian saw a flash of fear in the young teen’s eyes as he drew her astride of him his hand encircling her waist.

 

[Mist S]

“Why Miss St Clair what a delightful idea!”

The relief was instantaneous. She thought for sure he had fallen for it. But her relief must have shown on her face, or he was just cruel enough to dangle hope in front of her before snatching it away as she reached for it as he informed her that her pussy was to receive his attention instead.

She had to swallow the yip of fear that bubbled up inside her as he lifted her astride him and she felt his cock pressed up against her folds. To this point, she’d had the idea of just going along with whatever he wanted, if she had been able to convince him to take her offer of her ass, she would have been fine, even if it had been only used once. But now she had a problem. He wanted what no one else had taken from her before and she lacked the courage to act as if this was a normal occurrence for her.

She managed to brazenly drag herself over him, the only thing belying the scared state she was in was the lack of moisture down there. But when it came time to place his cock at the entrance of her pussy and impale herself, her nerve faltered.

She looked up at him, her eyes frightened, her entire body quivering with alarm. She spoke, her voice trembled with it. “I offered you my ass, as a way to escape this fate, for I am not experienced anywhere else. You didn’t accept it, leaving me forced to admit I don’t know what to do. I will do this for you, because I have no choice, but I can’t make the move myself, for I know it is going to hurt. Fear has left me ill prepared for your invasion, and I need help…please.” A solitary tear tracked down her cheek at being forced to make this admission for she worried that he would find it amusing and take her anyway, without making it easier to enter her.

 

[cgraven]

“I offered you my ass, as a way to escape this fate, for I am not experienced anywhere else. You didn’t accept it, leaving me forced to admit I don’t know what to do. I will do this for you, because I have no choice, but I can’t make the move myself, for I know it is going to hurt. Fear has left me ill prepared for your invasion, and I need help…please.”

So she was the unspoiled flower that Ian had suspected all along. He knew despite her situation that it had taken Maria St Clair all of her inner strength to admit to him that she was still a virgin. He brushed the solitary tear that trickled down her flawless cheek He drew the frightened young girl down, to lay on his chest her firm breasts and pert nipples digging into his flesh. His hand stroked her silken tresses as he rolled to the side and cradled her in his arms.

“Tell Me Maria who taught you to pleasure a man with your mouth, who took your ass as a prize?”

Ian voice was soft almost tender and he began to draw the girl’s story from her as he had so many times in this voyage drawn her background from her.

“My dear the telling of it at least will delay the enviable for a moment or two.”

Ian Steward would not give this stunning little beauty false hope that she might escape with her honor intake but neither did he see at this moment that a brutal rape would be necessary either. Besides seduction held so many more sweet alternatives.

 

[Mist S]

“Tell Me Maria who taught you to pleasure a man with your mouth, who took your ass as a prize?”

She didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want to relive the painful memories, to remember the ridicule that followed but she didn’t have a choice. His comment that it would delay the inevitable was true, but it was a delaying tactic only. She was smart enough to know he had no intentions of letting a naked nymph out of his bed without using her for his pleasure.

Taking a deep breath, she cuddled closer to his side, needing the contact of another human being, even if it was one who reminded her far to much of the one who came before. It was odd though, how his presence was at once a dreadful reminder, and yet such solace as he somehow gave her courage.

Her voice was quiet, she stared up at the ceiling as she spoke, not focusing on it however, as she was lost in her memories, “When I was younger, my father gambled. He would be in the gaming houses at all hours and therefore the upkeep on the house wasn’t done, payments weren’t made on time and the banks began to threaten action against him. This only made him gamble more, now in an effort to get the money needed to pay them as he wouldn’t otherwise be able to earn it in time. Naturally, this failed. One evening he had a few gentlemen to our home for an evening at cards. I was serving the drinks to them that evening, and I caught the eye of one of the gentlemen there. My father lost a hand to him, he had bet more than he had and couldn’t pay. So the gentleman offered to forget the debt he was owed in exchange for an evening with me. My father refused. So the gentlemen offered to pay all of my fathers accumulated debts. Everyone has their price.” Her voice was bitter.

“The problem was, the price had gone up. My father didn’t realize it, or think of asking when he agreed. The new price was the gentleman was to be allowed to use me whenever and however he saw fit, for as long as he wished it. That night, he took my mouth, and again each day for a few weeks after that. My father had left after the deal was concluded, he couldn’t look me in the eye and face the accusation there. The day before the note telling me of my fathers condition came, the gentleman took my ass. I don’t know why he didn’t do it before. But that night was also when his actions were found out, he wished me to meet him in the stables, having no choice unless I wanted him to take me on the front steps, I did. We were seen, my name is ruined for all time as word of such a thing spreads like wildfire.” Her voice trailed off there.

 

[cgraven]

Ian watched as the young beauty told her tail of how her youthful innocence had been stolen from her. She cuddled closer as she told her tail, her eyes transfixed on the overhead, soft tears trickled down her soft cheeks. She was alone and helpless and so very beautiful and vulnerable, yet there was a spirit in the girl that intrigued Ian. As Maria St Clair voice trailed off. Ian lifted her chin with a single finger his eyes held hers and his lips softly brushed hers. This time he did not force her but invited her to partake of the kiss, his teeth nibbled her lower lip, the tip of his tongue glide over her full ripe lips to slip with in her mouth. Ian let the kiss linger.

Slowly he broke the kiss, soft butter fly kisses followed the line of Maria’s jaw, and he nibbled her earlobe.

“Beauty should be taken gently Miss St Clair.”

His kisses traced the sensual curve of the young beauty’s neck, followed down her heaving chest to the sweet scented valley between her breasts. With a sly smile hidden from the teen beauty the tip of his tongue lazily circled her pale cinnamon areola, to then flick across the tip of her nipple his fingers gently teased the young girl’s other nipple. Every movement, every kiss, designed to awaken Maria’s youthful sensuality as the Captain began to seduce her supple body.

 

[Mist S]

Maria had tried to mentally prepare for him to roll on top of her as soon as her tale was finished, but the shock of his lips caressing her own was a thing she hadn’t expected. Against her will, her lips softened against his, allowing his tongue access to the sweet depths of her mouth. When the kiss ended, she was gasping for breath a little, her mind in chaos. She had never expected such a simple thing to cause such stirrings in her body.

“Beauty should be taken gently Miss St Clair.”

Maria felt the tiny kisses along her jawline, the nibble on her earlobe. Instinctively responding to the gentle touch, her head turned slightly as she granted him greater access.

As his lips traveled slowly down her body, her eyes closed and she simply enjoyed his touch. She had never experienced gentleness before, every touch she had been subjected to before had an element of violence behind it, or the fear of violence. No one had ever treated her as he did.

His lips and tongue caressed her nipple as his hand and fingers teased the other one and her back arched in response. It felt as though tiny fingers were dancing over her skin, exciting the nerve endings hidden just below the surface and she came alive.

Her fingers found the back of his neck and she held him closer to her, a tiny whimper escaping her lips at the sheer pleasure he was giving her. She grasped at a straw, attempting to regain some composure as he continued to drive her out of her mind. She asked, “Umm, as much as I am oddly enjoying what you are doing, I still don’t know your name. Everyone has always called you Captain Steward, but I think we might be on more familiar terms than that.” Her sense of humor showed itself at the oddest times. “Might I have the pleasure of your name?”