by Amy Morrel
“Because I'm not coming within arm's reach of you until that dagger is well out of your reach.”
“Oh,” once again a simple statement had deflected Roberta's ire.
She couldn't blame the man, she'd killed three others with the dagger already today. The blood of the captain was still on it and, she realized as she glanced down, the dagger was still in her hand. She also realized now that she felt no remorse for the killings.
Shouldn't that bother me?, she thought, No, I know what was going to happen if I didn't. I have reason to be mostly undisturbed by my actions. But I should feel something about it!
She knelt in front of the captain's corpse, spat on the dagger since the blood had begun to dry, and proceeded to clean and dry it on the corpse's clothing before replacing it in its sheath. She removed the belt and dagger and placed them in the farthest corner of the room from where the bed was located. Then she went and sat back down on the bed.
“Better now?” she asked, with a slight mocking tone to her own voice.
“That depends, you don't have another weapon hidden on you anywhere do you?”
“Well, why don't you come search me before you rape me. Or do I have to scream for some other man to come do it? I think that might make your grasp as the new captain somewhat tenuous, don't you?” once again Roberta's tone was filled with venom.
“Other men, oh yes. Allow me to take care of something first here.”
The man walked to the door and opened it. He barked a pair of commands and two pirates came into the room. They looked at Roberta and looked at the man. Then they went to the captain's corpse and dragged it from the room. When they shut the door behind themselves, he barred it and turned to face her.
The man strode over to Roberta. Once he was within arms reach he paused for a moment. When she made no move towards him, he continued in closer. When he had closed to within a foot of her and she had still made no movement towards him, he reached out. He grasped the front of her bodice and used it to pull her to a standing position. Once he had her standing he ripped the front of her bodice, straight down to her waist. Roberta's breasts spilled out into the chill air of the cabin, her nipples tightening from the cold.
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Chapter 6 – Sealing the Deal
Roberta had called it rape but it was no such thing by anybody's standards. She'd asked for it verbally and while the man was rough, he wasn't violent. As she stood in the cabin, the front of her torso exposed to the cool breeze from the open porthole, the man examined her. At first Roberta thought it was the same look that a merchant used to examine a cargo before he purchased it and she began to grow angry. When she looked closer she saw the fire in his eyes that had not been there earlier. The look was still one of possession, just not that of someone buying something. The look said to her, even with her complete inexperience with such things, that the man considered her as a conquest. The look was one of surety, it said that he would be doing whatever he wished with her and that she would neither resist nor object, and that he knew it. Once she had plumbed the depth of the look on his face and in his eyes, she felt herself growing warm and wet down below.
His hand reached out to stroke her exposed breast, two fingers running the curve of the outer edge. The contrast between his callused fingers and the softness of her own skin set Roberta's blood to thrumming in her veins. The lightness of his touch with hands that were obviously strong made her wonder what he was doing.
“Are you going to rape me or not?” she demanded.
“No, I'm not going to rape you. We went over that. Since you've given explicit permission it cannot be termed rape. I am, however, going to take your virginity. In every way I can. Are you aware that the female of the pair can also experience pleasure?”
“Of course I've heard that. I'm just not sure I believe it from the other things I've heard.”
“Well, we'll see if your opinion changes after the fact.” the man said, leaning his head in to her breast.
His tongue flicked out to caress her tightened nipple. He left a generous daub of moisture on her nipple when he withdrew his tongue. The breeze cooled the moisture and her nipple tightened more, causing a tiny ache to begin within it. A soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips as she imagined she could feel the breeze itself caressing her nipple.
She was looking everywhere but at his face. She could feel her own face flaming, as it did when she was embarrassed, and she was ashamed at how red she envisioned it. He finally reached out and grasped her chin. He forced her face up and forward until she was looking at him. His cheeks were weathered from exposure to the sun. The tan on his skin was darker than she had thought in the dim light of the cabin and corridor earlier. His eyes were the most vivid shade of green she had ever seen. His hair was a very light brown but darker at the roots, as though the sun leached the color from it as it grew. He smelled of salt and sweat, but the scent was not the foul stench of sweat that she had noticed on her half-brothers after they had been drunk for days on end. The sweat smelled, instead, as though it were fresh, as if recent exertions had set him to sweating and he simply hadn't had a chance to clean up yet.
She noticed that his gaze was locked on her own face and she knew what he was seeing. Her pale skin would currently be flushed a brilliant red. The flush would cause the spattering of freckles across her cheeks to stand out even more so than they did against her normal coloration. Her eyes were blue. They were of a shade that was almost gray, but still called blue by most people. Sailors called her eye color 'Stormy Blue' since the shade resembled that of storm clouds on the horizon. Her hair was a dark orange-red. It was a darker version of that coloration than she had heard of on any other redhead. The shade made her skin appear even paler than it truly was. With any source of light on it the orange in her hair was visible, devouring the light and glowing as a result. When she spent too much time in the sun, it brightened the orange to flaming highlights.
He smiled and leaned in once again. This time his mouth closed on her other nipple. With his lips tight around the base of her nipple, his tongue danced with it. Flicking against it from all sides and slowing to moistly glide over her flesh. His tongue teased and taunted her. One moment it was pressed firmly to her skin, the next nowhere to be felt. Then it would dart in again and gently brush her skin before retreating once more. Roberta felt her breath catch in her throat. She'd experimented with playing with herself, stroking and pinching her nipples and her pussy, but she had never achieved half the results this man had already accomplished by simply toying with her nipples.
Now both nipples were taut. They ached and throbbed in time with the blood moving through her veins. She wanted something desperately, but she had no idea exactly what it was. She could feel the warmth in her pussy spreading farther into her body, the wetness within her increasing at the same time. Once more the man leaned back and simply looked at her.
“Ah woman, you don't know how beautiful you are.”
“Five thousand escudos beautiful, at least until you get on with this!”
“Whoever was paying that would've been getting a bargain.”
“Are you going to fulfill this condition of our bargain or not?”
“Tell me your name first.”
“It's Roberta, Roberta Cantas.”
“I'll be damned. Any relation to Geoff?”
“What is it with you pirates? Why do you all know my family?”
“It isn't only pirates that know Geoff Cantas. Everyone does.”
“Why would everyone know my brother?”
“Maybe because he's reputed to be the best swordsman in the Caribbean? Wait, let me guess. He's the one that trained you, isn't he?”
“Yes, he is. Now can we please get on with this?”
“A moment lass, I mean Roberta. Is Geoff liable to have a problem with what is about to occur?”
“I doubt it highly if it gets me out of my father's grasp as intended. Geoff and I are close. If you're worried about him, should t
he necessity ever come to pass, I'll vouch that I requested it. But not if you delay much longer!”
“Well Roberta, now that I know your name, I'll proceed. Should you care at all, my own is Ethan.”
“A pleasure to meet you Ethan, now will you please rape me?”
“As I said before, I can't do that with you so willing. I will proceed towards removing your virginity though.”
Ethan drew a small knife from a slit on his belt and Roberta flinched back. She was relieved when he simply set to cutting her clothing off of her though. A flick of the knife and the front of her dress, from the waist down, parted as her bodice had. Now the whole thing was easy for him to push off of her. As the fabric pooled on the floor. He pushed on her shoulders.
“On your knees Roberta, this I require before I continue.”
Roberta dubiously dropped to her knees as Ethan undid his breeches, revealing his cock.
“Now take my cock into your mouth. Just a bit at first, and get to know it with your tongue.”
Roberta followed his instructions. Anything to get him to rape me, she thought. She found the taste odd at first. There was the taste of sea salt, a second taste similar to the smell of Ethan's sweat, and then there was another taste that she could only associate with Ethan despite it being totally unfamiliar. She took his cock between her lips and slid her tongue up to the tip of it where it protruded into her mouth. As she licked the tip it began to grow, sliding deeper into her mouth all on its own. Her eyes turned up to Ethan, who was staring at her as she took his cock in her mouth.
“Don't worry, that's supposed to happen.” he said upon noticing a touch of alarm in her eyes.
Roberta took him at his word and went back to what she had been doing. There were now several inches of cock in her mouth and the small gap she had left between her lips had been filled by the growth. She felt Ethan push with his hips, sending his cock deeper into her mouth and she tried to accommodate his action.
“Now lass, you just hold still. I'm going to hold the back of your head and drive my cock in and out of your mouth. After a minute or two, you'll receive jets of liquid in your mouth. Swallow it all and then we'll see about taking care of your desires.”
Ethan was good to his word. He placed a strong hand on the back of her head and held it firmly in place. He began to thrust his hips forward and back, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. When she tried to open her lips to allow his cock to move more easily he shook his head and glared at her until she closed them once more. She knelt in front of him, held in place by his strength, as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth over and over. As he had warned, after the first couple of minutes, a liquid began to spurt into her mouth from his cock. She tasted it and found it warm and salty. The taste wasn't bad at all, and she swallowed as she had been instructed.
“Thank you Roberta, now I can take your virginity and maybe give you some pleasure in the process. It had been a very long time for me and I knew that it wouldn't take me long to cum the first time. Up on the bed with you lass. Lay down lengthwise on the bed and spread those shapely legs for me.”
Once again, Roberta followed his instructions. She clambered onto the bed and arranged herself lengthwise down the middle of it. She spread her legs as Ethan climbed onto the bed with her, having divested himself of the rest of the clothing first. He knelt between her spread legs and leaned his head in towards the junction of her thighs.
Roberta heard him sniff appreciatively as he leaned in. The next thing she noticed was a very gentle touch against her pussy. Whatever was touching her was soft, warm, and moist. It began to slide up and down repeatedly. Then she felt fingers, rough callused fingers, began to pinch and pull at her pussy lips. The fingers spread her wide and the soft, moist thing, that she had finally identified as Ethan's tongue, dove into the gap created when his fingers spread her.
Her nipples were throbbing violently now as her blood raced through her veins. They were telling her that she was very close to what they wanted. Of their own accord, Roberta's hands drifted to her breasts. Her fingers began to play with her own nipples. This time, her fingers managed to produce a far better reaction than the times she had tried the same when she was alone in her room.
Ethan heard a loud gasp from Roberta and looked up. He smiled to see that she was playing with her own nipples. She was as eager a wench as he had ever encountered and she was still a virgin. He figured that if he played his cards right and brought her some amount of pleasure her first time, he would be able to have her over and over. He focused his attention back to her pussy. Now his fingers slid inside of her. She was wet enough that she wouldn't even notice the roughness of his skin, unless she noticed it as added stimulation, which would be fine with him.
His tongue slid up her pussy, to the little nubbin of flesh that hid behind its own shield. He used the hand that wasn't inside of her to slide the flesh shield out of the way, laying bare the nubbin that was his target. His tongue slid down to the nubbin and stroked it gently. Roberta let out another gasp and he took that as a sign to increase the pressure of his tongue. As his tongue played with the nubbin of flesh Roberta's breathing sped up, faster and faster. Finally he slid his tongue back into his mouth and his lips clamped down on her clitoris. He pinched it with his lips, drawing backwards to stretch it out, the pressure of his lips keeping it trapped between them. He released the pressure and followed it back down, sucking her clitoris entirely into his mouth now and continuing to suck on it, stretching it once more with just the suction from his mouth.
Roberta had ceased gasping and moaning. She was fighting to hold back a scream now, Ethan was doing something to her with his mouth that had her writhing on the bed with pleasure. Her breath kept catching on her and she had to force herself to remember to breathe. The fingers that Ethan had been thrusting in and out of her were withdrawn from her pussy and she took a breath. It was easier to contain herself now that those fingers were gone. Out of the blue, she felt the fingers that had just withdrawn from her pussy slide up her body and clamp down on one of her nipples with great force. The scream she had been holding back erupted from her lips, her back arching in sympathy with the scream.
Ethan smiled to himself. Now she's ready to be entered, he thought. He removed his hand from her nipple, the second one from her clit hood, and his lips from the nubbin of flesh that was her clitoris. He shifted position so that he was leaning over her chest, holding himself up on his hands. Roberta's eyes were fluttering wildly and she didn't appear to see him. He shifted his hips to bring his cock in line with her pussy and slowly moved forward until he felt her flesh against the tip of his cock. Making sure that he was well lined up, he drove forward softly. He felt the soft flesh of her pussy engulf the tip of his cock. Her own moisture was sufficient that there was little friction at the start. As he slowly drove more deeply, he could feel the flesh of her pussy constricting him as the thicker portion of his cock forced its way inside of her. Soon he felt the barrier that she was so desperate to lose.
“Roberta? ... Roberta?”
He had been going to taunt her and ask her if she was absolutely positive that she wanted him to do this, but she was still lost in her own pleasure. He wouldn't draw her out of it just to taunt her but his next action was sure to draw her out of it, at least momentarily.
Ethan drew his cock back a tiny bit and then thrust forward as hard as he could. Another scream tore from Roberta's lip, this one equal parts pleasure and pain. Her eyes opened as he watched her face. There was a look of confusion evident in them for a moment, then they focused on his own eyes and he watched as she realized that a part of her conditions were now satisfied.
She didn't try to get up and flee as soon as he had taken her virginity. He had feared that she might do so. Ethan kept his cock inside of her and still for several minutes to allow her pain to pass or at least lessen. Roberta simply stared at his eyes as he did so. He had no idea as to what she might be thinking but once he began to move inside of her
again, her eyes shut once more and a smile spread across her face. He kept a close eye on her face for a few more minutes and each time he saw a wince he eased down the speed or the force a little until the smile returned.
Once Ethan had been pumping away at her for a while and saw no more traces of discomfort after several minutes, he changed his tactics. He slowed his thrusts, supported a small portion of his weight on her body, and snaked a hand back down to her clitoris. It had given him the best reaction so far and he wanted her to connect having his cock inside of her with as much pleasure as possible. He hadn't simply been flattering her earlier on when he said that five thousand would be a bargain. In his opinion, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Add in the fact that she had a temper, an attitude, and training in sword and dagger fighting and he had already lost himself to her.
She had been enjoying herself a bit with him just thrusting in and out of her. Once his hand found her clitoris again she lost control. She writhed and squirmed beneath him. Her hands came off of her nipples and her arms encircled him. She drew him down to her chest and he could feel her nails biting into the flesh of his back. He couldn't resist himself, his lips sank to meet her own and when he felt the plump softness of them he pressed hard against her, his tongue driving into her mouth.
He couldn't thrust as hard or as fast pressed against her as he was, but he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, her hard nipples pushing into his skin as her breasts were crushed beneath him. His tongue took her mouth, firmly and authoritatively. It explored the inside of her as far as it could reach in every direction. It wrestled with her own tongue, establishing its dominance within her mouth. Then it finally retreated. He took her upper lip and using light pressure to trap it between his own lips he drew it out, stretching it. The soft flesh of her upper lip was pliant and malleable to his demands. Finally he let it go, watching it snap back into place. It was swollen slightly from his attentions, making it even more plump to his eyes and to his lips, which returned to pressing against her own. He drew her lower lip out in a similar fashion, plumping her lips for his pleasure.